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lame. He is 97 years of age, but is !
able to lance a jig with a good deal oi '
vigor awl some grace. '
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A Buffalo merchant has in h's pos- !
session the great iron padlock which i
was used in locking the great gates ol
Fort George during the war of 1812.
It weighs about live pounds, and is con-
siderably eaten with rust.
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that th
Mats. Christine Nii-lsont says in a
letter to a Phlhleiph :i fr end that slio
is a constant rheumatic sufferer and
•lie fears that she will bo obi ged to
close her professional career at once.
She adds that she has not even contem-
plated another American tour.
President Cleveland has adopted
The habit of slipping away from his
desk for half an hour at about dusk
for a sharp walk of two miles through
the unfrequented portion of the West
End. Ho is said lo have already re-
duced his weight about twenty pounds.
The oyster business in this country
Is marvelous in extent More than 810,-
00.00J worth of oysters have been
shipped from the Maryland beds alone
this season. Over 50,000 persons are
employed in the industry in tlio stato,
and it supports besides 1,500 schooners
and sloops.
The duke of Westm nster is reputed
to have a larger income than any other
subject of Great Britain. He owns
row upon row of tenement houses and
possesses many square iu les of farm-
ing land. Ho receives $50 a minute
the year round, or $3,000 an hour, or
$72,000 a day.
A pressed glass tumbler nine inchos
tall, with a capacity of eighty ounces,
the largest in existence, has boon made
in Rochester. A special press was con-
structed to shape the glass and glass-
workers regard it as much of a master-
poice in its line as the great steel gun
east at Pittsburg recently.
In New Jersey the law is that for
killing deor out of season the sports-
man is fined $50, which goes to the in-
former. The law is evaded, however,
in the following manner: Two hunt-
ers go out together, they kill an equal
number of deer, and then one informs
on the other. By both doing this each
one receives the other's fine and they
lose nothing.
The Chinese government is, it is re-
ported, about to employ a dozen bright
young men as reporters of civil zation.
Tliev will be chosen by oompetit ve ex-
amination and will bo sent abroad for
two years to study foreign countries.
Each will take a specialty to work up
and send a monthly report to Pek n.
After two years the government will
use the services of each in the depart-
ment in which lie has done best, and
the most promising young men will be
ennobled.
George Wasisgton, Grovor Cleve-
land. Henry Clay. Edward Everett, U.
S. Grant, and Matthew Arnold are
among the men who draw salaries
front the government as policemen and
mechanics on the Indian reservations.
Benjamin F. Butler receives $8 a
month for his services as a policeman
on a Nevada reservat on. Washington
Irving is paid $300 for working a gov-
ernment farm in Washington territory,
while Schuyler Colfax obtains $60 a
year as a carpenter in the same locality.
An old Plymouth Roek hen that had
been for ten years the pet of a lady in
Norwich, Conn., died recently. She
weighed fourteen pounds, but was ap-
preciated chieilv on account of her in-
telligence. Slio knew when it was
meal time as well as a regular hoarder,
and came regularly for her food, call-
ing for her meat onco a day. Of a
brood of forty, she was the hen alto-
gether lovely. She always wanted a
chat with her m stress daily, and when
she was not feeling well would tease to
bo held in her hip anil rocked by pull-
ing her mistress' apron.
Charles Stewart Parnull stands
six feet high in his Stockings, and is as
straight as his maternal grandfather,
the famous Admiral Charles Stewart—
"Old Ironsides." He is in his forty-
second year, and, according to his in
terviewer. is in the full enjoyment of
good health. He wears a full beard,
p8vted in the middle, and a heavy mus-
tache. Mr. Parnell's homo in Ireland
has been in the family long enough to
be stamped with its character, and is
a very comfortable and attractive
placo. Mrs. Parnell. the mother, who
was a Miss Delia Stewart, of Borden-
town, N. J., bus left her home on the
Delaware, and is now visiting her
s«n.
WHOLE NO. 207.
ALBANY, TEXAS, THUESDAY, MARCH 22,1888
VOL. IV. NO. 51.
The Chinese language is spoken by
400.000,000 persons, Engl sh by more
than 100,000.000, Hindostani by up-
wards of 100,000.000, Russia by moro
than 70,000.000. German by 58,000,-
000. Span sh by 48.000,000, and French
by 40,00J, 000.
re imtX laiiisrti •
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ails !,.(?
omes
More than
cross th# track U«r- ;
year and only fmir ti-
ed.—RoihesUr ' i' J
Another str< -;,i Hit's '
favor is that h< is kb* f itfc r eg
Can any of th* . •, i' candidal
lis triplets?—b ■
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The curious custom of sonding cards
fo ea»h member of tlio family, accord
ing to an etiquette of calls, has caused
amusing stories. A Washington oorre
spondent says that one day a servant
brought his mistress a dozen cards.
She went into the drawnig-room pre-
pared to hold a recoption on a small
scale, and her consternation may be
imagined when she found but one wo-
man to represent the numerous cards
she had received. Her quizzical glance,
as it dawned upou her that she wa?
not up in the card etiquette of Wash-
ington, was irresistible: TElie caller
. .. i a bride and had sent
.-<•••> x be: tfljsl "ttfi's iitci
YOUNG FOLKS' CORNER.
HOW?
"How shall I a habit break?"
As you did that habit make.
As you gathered, you must lose;
A1- you yiel ed, now reiuse.
Thread by thread the stran 1 we twist
Ti I they bind us neck nnd wrist:
Thiead by thread the patient hand
Jlus i n wine ere frei- we stand.
As we buikled stnne by stone,
AVe mil t toil, unhelped, alone,
Till the wall is overthrown.
—John Boyle O'KeiUy.
Poor-House Bob.
J. L. Harbour in Golden Days.
A good ma ly years ago 1 taught a small
village school in a thinly-settled county on
the prairies of Illinois.
The school-house was as much unlike
even the country school-house of the pres-
ent day as it cou'd well by. Most of the
ho .ses in the neighborhood were primitive
structures, but comfortable withal. They
had great wide fireplaces, into which there
went such huge back-logs as I have not
seen for many years
My school-house was of rough logs
chinked with mud. There was a small
window at the side of tlio door, and one on
either side of the house. A tire-place al-
most as wide as the house t lied tlio other
end of the room. The floor was that pro-
vided by Nature: the seats were mostly of
slabs, so clumsily and carelessly made
that, as the boys used to say, they tumbled
over if you "even looked at theui," and of
course tliere was no lack of hoys vrho dili-
gently and gladly improved every oppor-
tunity that o lered for u| s Ming the seats
and the pupils who sat on them.
Cn old and stormy days we would pile
the oak and hickory logs high in that old
fireplace, and bid defiance to wind and
snow, poor as the house was.
A good many men who have achieved
fame and fortune were boys in jeans and
hom spun in that old log school-bouse.
I did not begin teaching unt 1 late in
November, and on the third day of school
it stormed f uriously all day, sothat the at-
tendance was very small, most of the boys
and girls having to come two and three
miles over snow-covered roads.
1 did not expect any new scholars, but
one came a few minutes after school had
been called to order. It was so cold, and
there were so few scholars, that I had
given them permission to come as close to
the tire as they pleased, and they were
sitting -ado>en or more of them —In a
half circle before the roaring llatr.es, when
tin: dour opened softly, and there came
iuto tlio room a small, poorly-dressed,
homely boy of about fourteen years, with
a thin, odd, old face. He did not havo
any overcoat, his boots were ragged and
were not mates, his trousers were old and
thin, and his coat was out at the elbows,
lie was blue and shivering with the cold;
in his hand lie carried an old, dog-eared
blue spelling book and a era ked slate.
"How de do " he said, with & smile, as
he closed the door behind him.
"Good morning," I replied. "Come to
to the fire and get warm. Make room for
him. some of you boys here "
But none of the boys seemed inclined to
move, and 1 heard Kent Sifer whisper to
Harvey Drake:
"1 ain't going to move none for Poor-
house Hob."
'1 ain't either, "replied Ilarvey. "Poor-
house porpers ain't no business coming to
school, anyhow."
"Benton Sifer," I said, "you and Har-
vey go Lack to you seats, l our faces are
fairly red with the heat, and you ought tc
be willing to give new comers t. chance to
get warm."
The hoys sullenly obeyed, and I said ts
the new scholar:
•Here, my boy, come and take this 6eat.
What is your name'.'"
"Bob "
"\\ hat else"" I asked.
"Bob Crale's my real name, but foiks
'round h re call me I'orehouse Bob, 'cause
1 live to the po ehouse."
•Well," 1 said, "1 shall net call you
that, no matter wheie you live. Are you
going to come to school right along!"'
• Will if 1 kin "
"And why can't you?"
"Well, some days I have too much work
to do to come to school. But pap he coaxed
'em to let me come to day, and the kei per of
the poor house says he thinks I kin come
much as hall the time."
At recess-time Bob told mc more about
himself.
"My mother died four years ago," he
sa d, an' pap an' me would < f got along
all right, only pap got a shock o1 palsy,
so he didn't have no use o' his right, hand
an' leg, an' never kin use 'em p.gln—never!
1 thought I could make a livin'for both of
us, an'we did git along some way or
pother for most two years, but pap got so
bad 1 didn't da'st leave him to work, an'
finally we Jest had to do It—we had to tuk
to the pore house."
Bob told me this in a spirit of deep hu-
miliation, which gave place to a look and
tone of fixed resolve as he added:
"But. I tell you, we ain't goin' to stay
in the pore house! i gin up to it at last,
'cause pap had to he cared for better'n
1 could care for him an' he ain't
never lieen willln' for me to
leave him. Then too," he added,
proudly, "we ain't 'porpers after all, for I
work the p. re-farm. \ on ask Mr. Deane,
the keeper. He'll tell you that 1 earn
our keep there. I work hard there, an'
folks that says we're porpers lies "
'There, there!" I said, "don't use that
wor I."
"Well, it's so, anyhow!" he persisted.
"I'm gottin' pretty big now, an' if totks
don't stop callin' mo Po.e-bonso Bob,
somebody will get hurt, see if they
don t"
Somebody did get hurt, and that right
speed,ly. I had left tho room to l ring
in another hickory back log. and when I
returned'two boys were rolling and tumb-
ling about on the ground floor, upsetting
be.iches and desks. Just, as I enter-
ed the roon the water-pail went over
drenching them both.
The boys were Bob and Bent Sifer. and
they were engaged in a hand-to-hand en-
counter, with tne odd • In favor of Bob,
i'or he was "on top"' when 1 seized him by
the collar and Ueut by the shoulder, and
brought them t oth o their foet with a jerk
that, made their teeth click together. ,
"He begun it," said Bent, sullenly.
"He called me 'PorperBob,'" protested
Bo!>, 'an'1 said I'd lick the feller that
called me that. 1 said so over 'n over
again."
"See here, hoys," 1 said sharply that
night after school, when .all ray pupil* but
Bob and Bent had gone home, "this won't
do."
"It won't do for him to call me names,"
«atd Bob sturdily.
"Who's a-calling names,'' retorted Bunt
"You'd be if you da'st to, and the—"
"Huish, hush!" I
And the dialogu
was as good as any other house in the
|ne ghborhood, and all the families were
'poor enough, but it was considered a deep
a d lasting discrace to become an inmate
of the poo,-house.
Although, as 1 took occasion to find out,
.Poll's story was quite true, and he stayed
at the poorhouse only that he might he
with nnd care for his invalid father, and
notwithstanding the fact that he worked
dike a drudge on the poor farm, there were
not h eking unkindly disposed hoys and
girls who regarded him with great disfavor
because he stayed under the poorhouse
roof. In their eyes there could be no ex-
tenuating ciicumstances for such disgrace,
and bob was daily n ade to feel that he
was a social outcast in the aristocratic!
community in which he lived.
I was surprised to know that some of
the parents entertained the same teeling
toward Bob.
One day old Peter Shafer, one of the
trustees of the school district, overtook
me on my way home from school, and in-
vited me to "tun.ble in an' hev a ride."
So I tumbled In" to th t ra tling old
wagon, and presently Mr. Shafer said:
"1 hear I'orehouse Bob's a-comin' rcg'-
lar to school now."
"Yes as regularly as he can," I said;
"he comes a part of every day "
"Wall, 1 re kon the boy ort to hev some
eddicatiou. but it's kinder gallin' to some
of us to hev our children 'sociatiug with
porehouse trash "
"Indeed, Mr Shafer," I said, warmly,
"Bob is a well behaved boy, and he is not
a pauper in the popular senseof the term."
"lie lives in the porehouse, an' lives on
what our taxes pervides, don't he?"
"He pays his way," 1 said. "The keep-
er of the poor farm told me himself that
Bob mo e than paid in hard work the ex-
pense he and his father were to the coun-
ty.''
"Wall, folks that lives to the porehouse
is gin'rally called porpe s," said Mr. Sha-
fer doggedly, "and 1 reckon it s a good
name fer 'em. I don't think it's hardly
fair that tliey kin go to school, an' set
with an' hev thesauie privileges as decent
folks' children/ 1 never see nothin' good
come of a porehouse porperyit."
Nothing 1 could do or say could create a
kindly teeling for poor Boh among his
schoolmates, and his own good conduct
counted for nothing.
He was a sensitive boy, and felt his po-
sition so keenly that 1 had tome difficulty
in prevailing on him to remain in the
school; but he learned so fast, and was in
many ways such a promising boy, that 1
was determined to keep him in school if
po sible.
Among my relatives living back in my
Massachusetts home was an uncle, who
was a man of con iderable wealth and
something of a philanthropist 1 owed
my own education to his generosity, and I
often sent liim letters telling h m of my
school and of my life in the west One
day he sent me a letter, a part of which
ran as follows:
"I still have a scholarship left in Saw-
yer's college, and 1 have been thinking
that I could not put it to better use than
to let, some of those bright boys in your
school earn it, if they have the spirit to do
so. 1 don't intend giving it to anybody.
Whoever gets it must work for it.
"There is, as you know, a preparatory
grade in the college, so that pupils who
can even read and write and spell fairly
well can go, and my scholarship includes
the piepaiatoiy department. 1 will see to
it that the boy w.l have a chance lo earu
his bo.ird while In school and something
moro tiian his hoard during vacations.
"\Y hen I was a boy In a country school
spell ng matches were all the rage and the
best s ellec was usually the be it in his
other st idles. So you can settle who shall
have the scholarship by a grand stand-up-
and-spell-down spelling match on the last
day of school. The one that stands up
longest shall have the scholarship."
I read this letter to the school one after-
nocn when all of the trustees and several
other visitors were present
It created a great sensation, and nothing
else was talked of for a long time. As
many as a dozen boys declared their inten-
ti n of competing for the scholarship.
Sawyer's college was for hoys and young
men only; so that the girls of the school
could not c impete.
1 enton Si;e , l illy Shafer ia son of old
Peter Shafer and Harvey Drake were the
best scholars in tho school, and I felt
quite confident that the scholarship would
fall to one of them if they competed for it;
and that they intended entering the con-
test. ea ii determined to win, was soon
made manifest
it seemed to me that each of them must
soon know the spelling-book "by heart,"
at tho rate they s tidied it, wri ing and re-
writing the words on their slates, and
clamoring for spelling matches almost
every evening.
V e had a great many spelling-schools
In the lit le old school-house that winter,
and a spelling conest iu school every Fri-
day afternoon. The bo,s went to all the
spelling schools they could , ear of in other
districts, and gained the reputation of be-
ing able to "spell down" any school In the
county.
In the eagerness and excitement of the
time they almost ceased their persecution
of poor l ob Crale, and when they did
twit him, their taunt referred in some way
to the spelling contest.
"You d better try for it," I heard Billy
Shafer say, tauntingly, one day. "The col-
lege would be proud of a poor-house—"
I stepped forward In time to check
further speech from Billy and an on-
slaught, on Bob's pa t He turned toward
me, white with passion, with a grim,
dogged look on hi< freckled face.
he was a fairly good speller, but In
other studies the three hoys named were
far In advance of him, although they were
ot ab ut the same age. But then, as Bob
sorrowfully said, one dav, they had "a
lots better show" than he had.
The trustees often came in to hear the
school spell on Friday afternoons, and I
could see that I'etor Shafer was deter-
mined that Billy should win, If possible.
"Be as easy as you kin on his other
studies," he said to mo one day. "If he
kin rake in that-cholarship. he kin easy
ketch upon his other studies. I'm feerd
he II never see the in ide of a college, if
be loses this chance."
The parents of Bent, and Harvey were
equally anxious that their sons shoull,.
win the prl/e, so that the contest became I
very fierce as the term drew to a close.
When the groat day ca ne the little
school house could not contain all who
came to witness the contest.
It was a warm, sunny afternoon in
early April, so warm that we could have
the windows open, and a crowd stood
around every window and at the open
door.
Billy Shafer and Harvey Drake "chose
op." Every scholar in the school who
could si ell at all was cho en. They took
their places in two rows, facing each
ere t* " ' "
1
w: were about to t.egin to spell, when I
noticed th.t Bob ( rale had not been
chosen.
"Wait a nrimnt," I said. "Here is
Bob Cral ■: one of you choose him
"We fe even sides now. ' faid Billy.
"1 cIiosj last; you can have him," said
Harvey.
"It don't make any difference if the
sides are even now." t said, sharply, "d
intend that . ob hull speil. Hero Bob,"
1 adde t. 'go on Harvey s side."
"I i uess you ain t gained much," said
Billv to harvey, In a half w isper, em-
boldened by the presence of his lather,
who s ill thought that "porpe a hadn't
ort to go to scho 1 with decent foiks."
'i lieu the spelling began.
In atiout an hour Harvey's side had
spelled the other side down, Billy missing
purposely, 1 th nk, that the great contest
m glit the sooner begin.
There was perf. ct silliness in the room
when sixty boys of the school stood In a
row ready fo the final contest.
Bo') had misse l "tyrannous" in the first
contest, spelling it with b it one "n," and
several of the boys had tittered malicious-
ly when ho sat down. They tittered again
when he took his place with the others for
the final i ontest
He was tho thi nest palest, poorest-
olad ho ■ ot them i ll. and I wonilero I that
he stood up with the others in the final
route t, but was glad that he had the pluck
to do so when defeat sceme I so sure. Tho
0 her I oys had stood i p long al ter he had
sat down in the pre eding t ial.
For fifteen minutes not a word was
missed, dhen four b„ys misse i "paraly-
sis. ''
Three more fa led to spell a word that I
do not remember, two more failed on
"phy lochimy,' i n i Bob spelled it eorre t-
ly, to the evident surprise of tlieother boys
as well as my own.
Bert l ean and Lou Beard missed "syn-
ergy. " and Bob, pale and trembl ng,
spelled it corte tly. The excltej.eut in-
creased.
A moment later I pronounced the word
"cylinder' to ilarvey 1 Hake. Without a
moment's hesitation, he spelled it with
two "I s."
"Next," 1 said.
"Didn't I spell it right?" he asked.
"Spell it again " I said.
"C-y-1 1-i n-d e-r," he said; and 1 passed
tho wo.d to I enton Sifer.
He hesitated seemed confused and ex-
cited, then c nfidently spelled it—with an
"Next," I sai l.
And Bob, pale to the lips, but with per-
fect steadiness and clearness of tone,
spelled it right.
lie and Billy Shafer were now left
They stood face to face, both resolved to
win.
.V flush of anger spread over the grim
features of Peter Shafer.
' Beat him Billy!" he cried out harshly,
"Don't let no poro-hous.' porpor spell ye
down!"
This ill-advised speech wou Bob sympa-
thizers and put him on his mettle.
Mr. Deane, keeper of the poor-liouse,
retaliate I for Bob.
"Mind your p's and q's, Bob," he said,
"and show 'em that paupers ain't of a ne-
cessity fools.''
For forty minutes the boys spelled slow-
ly, steadily and with extreme caution.
Bob amazed me and tho s ho 1,
I-inal y I ga e the word "pererration"
to Billy.
He hesitated, bit his lips I» perplexity,
and began to spell, lie spelled the first
syllable and st pped.
"apell it right, boy!" cried his father.
"P-o r a-t-i o-n,' he said so slowly and
d'stlnctly that al heard beyond the possi-
bility of mistake.
"i am sorry Billy." I said, "but that is
not right, tan you spell It Bob?"
• P-e-r-r-a-t-i-o-n," he,said.
And a grea1 shout went up from thecrowd
while ! was shaking both of Bob's trem-
bling hands.
# ft *
"1 want a bit surprised," said Mr.
Deane to me. afterward. "If you could
have, seen the way that boy studied his old
s eller i ights He d sit there by the fire-
pl ice for hours at a time, and me and my
wife and his father would take turn about
pronouncing to him. He keeps sny ng he
1 an t go aujlioiv, 'eauso he can't leave his
fatli r, bit in 'fraid Ills father wont
need him long; and a body can't feel so
awful bad, when they know how the poor
man suiters. He told me a dozen ti es
he'd be ready to go if Bob could only get
that scholarship, and 1 reckon he 11 be
ready now. '
The poor, crippled old father was quite
ready to go when the messenger of death
called him. two weeks later.
Bob went ba k ea t with me, and in the
fall entered the preparatory department of
the college.
If l were to givo his real nane, now,
some of my read rs would rec gnizc it as
the name of a man who has held many of-
fices of trust and lion r in a western state,
and who Is now a good and rich man, al
though he was once only "Poor-house
Bob."
Questions in Science ot Government.
1. What is the object of government ?
2. What is needed that men may live
together in peace, and what is the office of
government with respect to this end '
:'. Is civii soc ety of human or divine
origin?
■i. Is the state a volun'ary society or the
result of a social compact'
S. What is meant by a soc'al compact?
0. What is the fundamental idea of the
state?
v. Define an absolute monarchy, a limit-
ed monarchy, democracy, a republic, and
give examples.
8. What are the three departments of
government?
P. Where is tho legislative power of the
government of the United .v tatcs vosted .'
10. How is the house of representatives
composed, and who may voto forrepresen-
tatives.'
11. What limitation is there to the num-
ber of representatives'
12. \\ hy are senators chosen by the
legislatures of the states'
13. Who presides in the senate when
the presi lent of that bo ly Is to be tried .'
14. How are the speak r and the officers
of the house of representat ves chosen?
15. What is meant by imi eachment, and
where is the power of such an act vested?
16. Where is the power to declare war
vested?
17. What persons are eligible to the
office of president?
18. How may the president be removed
from office?
lfl. Where is the judicial power of the
Unltsd States vested .'
20. What are the three national courts,
and of what does each consist?
THE LESSONS OF THE FLOWERS,
These flowers are God's own syllables;
. They plea i jo lovingly, they lead
So gently upward to the hills
If we migli only learn to read!
If we might only learn to read and know
Christ 8 book of eighteen hundred years
ago!
I iMnk we then should all re'oice,
Should know the beauteous mysteries,
Slio ild joy with < ne wide common voice
As joy th» grea' eart i-circliug seasl
Could we but read ai Christ would have
us read.
We then might know the living God In-
deed!
And this the lesson, this the book
That lies w de open i ow as then.
Come, read one sy lable, coaie look
How broader than the books of men!
Come cat h the pathos of t lis harmony
Of beii' teous toil—then all the world Is
free!
—Joaquin Miller.
NYE ON HIS TRAVELS.
He Meets a Hard-Fisted Farmer and
Engages in Conversation.
Various Matter* Talked About.
N board a western
train tho other day
I held n my bosom
for seven t y five
mil the elbow of
a lai i man whose
name do not
know. He was not
a railri 1 hog or I
should 1. 'e resent-
ed it. Ho was built w de ana i could-
n't help it, so I forgave him.
He had a large, gentle kin r eye,
and when he desired to spit he \ it to
the oar door, opened it and dec. 'ated
the entire outside of the train forgetting
that our speed would help to give scope
to his remarks.
Na'uraily as he sat there by my side,
holding on tightly to his ticket End evi-
dently afraid that the conductor would
forget to come and get it, I f>egan to
figure out in my mind what might bo
his business. He had pounded one
thumb so that tlio nail was black where
the blood had sett'ed under it. This
might happen to ashoemakor, a carpen-
ter, a blacksmith, or most anyone else.
So it d dn't help me out much, though
it looked to me as though it might have
been done trying to drive a fence nai'.
through a leather h nge with the back
of an axe, and nobody but a farmer
would try to do that. Following up
this clue! discovered that he had milked
on h s boots and then I knew I must b«
right The man who milks before day-
light, in a dark barn, when tho ther-
mometer is down to 2S degrees below
and who hits his boot and misses his
pail, by reason of the cold and the un-
certain light and the prud'shness of the
cow. is a marked man. He cannot con-
ceal the fact that he is a farmer unless
he removes that badge. So I started
out on that theory and remarked thai
th's would pass for a pretty hard win-
ter on stock.
The thought was not original with
me for I have heard it expressed by
others either in this couptry or Europe.
He said it would.
' My cattle have gone through a mow
ful of hay sence October and ele en tor
of brand. Hay don t seem to have the
goodness to it thet it hed last year, and
with the r now pro-cess griss mills they
jerk all the juice out o' brand, so s you
might as well feed cows with excelsioi
ard upholster your horses with hemlock
bark as to buy brand."
•M" ell, why do you run so much
stock? Why don't you try diversified
farming, and rotation of crops?"
"Well, prob'ly you got that idee in
the pa ers. A man that earns big
wages wr.ting Farm H nts for agricul-
tural papers can make more money
with a soft lead pencil and two or three
season-cracked idees like that'n 1 can
carrying of 'em out on the farm. We
used to have a feller in the drug store
in our town that wrote such good pieeei
for the Rural Vermonter and made up
such a good condition powder out ol
his own head that two years ago wc
asked him, to write a nessay for the
annual meeting of the 1 uck wheat Trust,
and to use his own judgment aboul
choice of subject. And what do yon
s'pose he had selected for a nessay thaJ
took tho whole forenoon to readP
'•What subject, you meanP"
"Yes."
"Give it up!"
"Well, he d wrote out that whole
blamed intellectual wad on the subject
of 'Iho Inhumanity of JDe-horriing
Hydraulic Rams.' How's that?"
"That's pretty fair."
"W ell, farmin' is likerunnin'a paper
in regards to some things. Every fellei
in the world will take and turn in and
toll you how to do it even if he don't
knoAf a blame thing .about it There
ain't a man in the i n ted States to day
that don't secretly think he could ruD
airy one if his other business busted OJ
him, whether ho knows the difference
between a new milch cow and a horse
hayrake or not. We had one of these
embroidered night-shirt farmers oome
from town better'n three \ears ago.
Been a toilet soap man and done well,
and so he came out and bought a farm
that had nothing to it but a fancy house
and barn, a lot of medder in the front
yard and a southern aspect. The farm
was no good You couldn't raise a
disturbance on it. Well, what does he
doP Goes and gits a passle of slim
ijfer cows from New .ler
'Well, they are pore. Never was go
pore, in fact, sence I've ben there.
Folk* wonder why boys leave the farm.
My boys left so as to get prote ted,
they said, and so they went into a
clothing store, one of 'em, and one
went iuto hardware and one is talking
protection in the legislature this w nter.
They sa d that far nin' was gittin' to be
like fishin' and hunt'n', well e oueh
for a man that has mo.ins and leisure,
but they couldn't make a jivin' at it,
they said. Another boy is in a drug
store and .the man that hired him says
he h a royal feller.'
'Kind of a eastor royal feller,' I said,
with a shriek of laughter.
He waited until I had laughed all I
wanted to and then he sa d:
I never drank licker in any form.I'vo
worked from ten to eighteen hours a
day, been economical in cloze and never
went to a show more'n a dozen times
in my life ra sed a family and learned
upwards of two hundred calves to drink
.150.'
like»
com
SI
out of tin pail without blowing all their
vittles up my sleeve. My wife worked
alongside o' me sewin' newseat-f on tho
bovs pant?, skimmin' milk and even
helping me load hay. For forty years
wo tolle i along together and hardly got
timo to look into eat h other's faces or
dared to stop and get acquainted w th
each other. Then her health failed,
Ketched cold in the spring house, prob'-
ly, skimmin' uiilk and washin' pans
and scald n' pails and spankin' butter.
Anyhow she t >ok in a long breath one
day while tl e doctor and me was watch-
in' her, and she says to me, Henry,'
says she 'I ve got a chance to rest,' and
she put one tired, worn out hand on top
of the other tired worn-out hand, and f
knew she'd gone where thev don't work
all day and do chores all night.
"I took timo to kiss her then. I'd
been too busy for a go id while previous
to that and then I called in the boys.
After the funeral it was too much for
them to stay around and eat tlio k rid
of cookin' we had to put up with, nd
nobody spoke up around the house as
we used to. The boys quit vvhistlin'
around the barn and talked k ad of
low by themselves about goin' to town
and gettin' a job.
' Tney're all gone now and the snow-
is four feet deep on mother's grave up
there in the old burryin' ground-"
Then both of us looked out of the car
window quite along while without saj-
anything.
•'I don't blame the boys for going
into something else long's other thing's
Eays better; but I say—and I say what I
now—that tho man who holds the
prosperity of this country in his hands,
the man that actually ma es money for
other people to spend, the man that
eats three good, simple square meals a
day and goes to bed al nine o'clock,
so that ~ future generations with
good blood and cool brans can
go from his farm to the senate and
Congress and the White House—he is
the man that get' left at last to run his
farm, with nobody to help him but a
hired man. < he farms in our state is
mortgaged for over seven hundred mil
lion dollars Ten of our western states
— I see y the papers has got about
three billion ami a half mortgages on
the r farms, and that don't count
the chattel lnortgages filed with
the town clerks on farm ma-
chinery, stock waggius and even
crops,'by gosh! that ain't two inches
high under the snow. That s what tho
prtspects is for farmers now. The
government is rich, but the men that
made it, the men that, fought perario
i res and perarie wolves and Injjns and
potato bugs and blizzards, and has paid
the war debt aud pensions and every-
thing else and hollered for the union'is
left high and dry this cold winter with
a mortgage of seven billiou-i and a half
on the farms they have earned and
saved a thousand times over."
'Yes but look at the glory of send-
ing from the farm the future president,
the future senator and the future mem-
ber of congress."
"That luoks well on paper, but what
does it really amount to? Soon as a
farm boy gits in a placo like that he for-
gets the soil that produce! him and
holds his head as high as a holly-hock.
>"nd whilo he sals round in a
h:ghty-t ghty room w th a fire in it
night uad day, his father on the farm
has to k ndle his own lire in the '■ orn-
ing with elm sliwers, and he has to
■I live for tl
a Philadelphia pnet
amateur poets
live for.—ti<ym>
Man genera
"pretty big gun,
take a mlcroscop")
killing him. —Mi u
Doubtless th
their zealous u ,
wood, declares.
ing some of t
six' or e ght wi
The Canadiu'
fish commissi!
American lislie.
spilt ng on Ills
three-mile lim
c ial.
To properly col.
must be well- <
from the air \ !
properly color
soaked and ke|
glass—every o.
Graphic.
So many peo
mother, are den
assertion that ii
we are coming
there at all w
doesn't know a
cago Times.
"Beware of ii ,
ing label pasted or,
kinds of Anierii ,n
alyzed at Wash
almost as dead!
imitations migl
the brand.—De,
A work on et <
carver always ,
Perhaps he doe . t.
tain that there a st
fully yearns to | '
and the other oi iln
ling with the f v .
aid.
Under medica
in Maryland wa.<
to disgorge an e
and seven othei
scorpions. All
ncod in him wa:
t cket-taker to m i
show of himself.
A New York 81
arrested for btijj .
a hole in the ice ■
stooil at fifteen
Several physical >
action was a gr
religipn that can
be eliiielied is not
— Deltoil Free, 1
-Kalisas Oitv
Sam Jones did >
which he took i
causo he convert.-
estate agent.
much of Mr. Jon
vert a Kausas Cit
will be til lo to'Co i ' !."<> i. !1' iw
self — Vlu'ayo /A „>!,
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moro ex
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demurely and
who can exti
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an
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charm
selves i
to who
and ho
saying
"great pi
d,ni at tli
with dii
Hero it
you .have
Swazilan
sticks; tl;
an iron t
cannon
j our buck ii| our
astonished and gr
ful acts that you y.
have performed. V"
that you will ever
royal kraal th s !)t o* DssS"
Umbandiiii (his X n-.-u'kVfcU.
land."—St. Jame:
— ;
How Bill
In appearance I
greatly of late ye
feature about him
and flowing brown
shorn of the ;
any of his Lnij
iti.e,
ais
Ut8
bean
And with jij
to make ev
feeling
was
looks somewhat
and "Irving," only
left out. Withal I !
cadaverously ugly
has positively
nh*
wear his son's lawn tennis suit next to
him or free e to death and he has to
milk in an old gray shawl that has held
that member of congres when ho was a
baby, by gorry! and the old lady has to
' urn through the winter in the
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