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O MANY llttlo gods
there bo
Who help to keep
this old earth
bright!
ThnnksBlvlnB cheer,
and Christmas
Blec,
And New Year's
pleasureandde-
llght,
Has each Its special
deity
Who sees that
things are man
aged right.
And now comes pood St. Valentine,
The merriest god, If not the best.
He helps the timid swains who pine
To put their courage to the test,
And soothes with love's delicious wlno
The doubts In many a maiden's breast.
No plea of worldly maid or beau
St. Valentlne'B true heart can move;
For he and Cupid long ago,
IJefore they left the courts above,
Went Into partnership, you know.
To try and keep mankind In love.
And Cupid travels far and near
To get his patrons well In trim,
Then sends his partner once a year
To flnlBh up the work for him.
All hall the saint both kind and dear,
And may his luster ne'er grow dim!
-1311a Wheeler Wilcox, in N. Y. Sun.
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my grauUicr WUlB ovcr cr hund'ed on
he never lied tt an' I say It's the re
mains er tlicm pox."
. I thought itttlme to bring his mind
to the story lie was to tell, so I cas
ual y asked if he wns p.rsonnlly ne
quninted with the inmates of the great
house.
"Wal, I should say't I wuz. I went ter
vkeool weth the old man, but I ain't
een Mm fer years. He shet himself
up an' don't go nowhere. 1 bet he ain't
nigh scr smart's I be, nn' he ain't scr old
by two year; no sir, he ain't."
"His name was "
"Flint, .To Flint, an' 'twas er good
name, too. 1 do 'no none wetter
nrcound these parts. He run 'er the
idee that everybody wuz tryln' ter git
ther best of Mm an' he wouldn't hev no
dentin's with nobody, n.n' his haotis
keeper she dooz the business for 'em."
"He must have a good deal of money
to run such n large place."
"I bet he's got more prop'ty 'n you
can shake er stick at. an' thcr story
wuz 'bout the prop'ty, that is in er
surtnln way."
"1 would rnthcr get the story from
you, because, of course, you, having
lived here all the years, know all about
it, and enn give me the little points of
interest that
likely to forget."
"Wnl, 1 guess yer right, stranger.
"Wal, Jo Flint he had er nephy. crsmart
young man as you'd most ever see. an'
of ooiu'fp Jo he'd likely giv' him all the
money, an' he wuz popMnr now I tell ye.
Of course 1 believe in love an' nil thet,
but 'tain't cr bad idee ter set yer 'fee
dions in er place Where's the's cr little
money. It coin's pooty handy. I tell
ye. nn' so nil the gels wuz er lookin'
fer Harold Flint ter make tin to 'em.
But he warn't or doin' no seek er thing,
an' he went oft" daown ter Cassawaddy,
daown ter the south eend ther state,
an got ngngcu ter er gel tnout any
cash, an' he com' an' told his I'ui'le Jo,
an' Jo -he told him ef he wuzergoin' ter
merry thet way he needn't never bring
liis wife ter see him. an' they lied an
awful spat an' it eended wetli Jo er
tellin' him he needn't com' himself, an'
Harry he jest went off an' merried the
younger folks might be
see er lot cr kcrrlges crwnltin 'rnouiv
I wnrn't er tit kin' no pnrtle'lar notice,
but I bet the nln't er pootlcr woman n
this state 'n got often them cnr?. She
hed her boy with her, an' 1 knowed
'twas hern cozlt favored her miff to be
hern. She lied cr box 'n er bag, an' she
talked cr spell wcth therdecpo master,
nn' then he enme weth her uoiit to my
team nn' said she woz er goin ter the
Poorc plnce, an' he thought I'd take her
scein's I was goin' right by ther'.
"Nnow who'd ye s'pose that woman
wuz?" He waited n moment, and I
opened my eyes to look as surprised as
Dossiblc when he said: "Harold Flint's
wife, nn' his boy. tew, nn' she'd gut er
big frosted cuke in thet box. an' she
took ofT'n ther cov'r an' it lied er big red
sugar heart in ther middle an' cr little
heart In all them corners, an' thet boy
bought 'em wcth his own pennies an'
stuck 'em on himself fer Uncle Flint,
and she thought he'd like It coz prob'ly
he didn't hev no cake much wher' he
wuz iiviu'. nnd then she 'nounced she'd
com' ter take him home'weth her! Wal,
sir. it struck me all of cr heap. 1 wuz
scr sick to my stomick I couldn't
breathe; them pox I s'pose. Harold
wuz dead, and she'd been er doin' dress
mnkin' an' tnkln' kcer of herself nn'
thet boy. nn' she'd liear'd his unelc hnd
gone 1cr live on the poor fnrm an she
Mowed Harry'd like ter hev her take
care of him an' she wuz able ter dew it.
nn" ter-morrer wuz Valentine's day an'
she thought they'd ecl'brnte. Wal. I
jest couldn't sny cr word. Her' she'd
com ter Ink' kecr er the old man an'
he wutli bis thousands. Ye see she'd
made er mistake. The place wuz the old
Poore place, the Maj. I'oore place; yns,
Eir. an' she'd gut it 'twas ther poor
fnrm. the tnown farm. Wal. she kep
er talkin' on 'bout the nice room they'd
gut fixed fer him nnd we drove in. an'
she said she thought 'twould be pooty
in summer, but 'twarn't like livin' weth
yer own folks an' Uncle Flint hadn't
nobody ter Ink kcer an Wal, i carn't
tell ye nothin' how 1 felt, seems 's ef 1
hed whol' streaks er shiv'rs daown my
back er ihinkln' know she'd feel when
she fun nnd .'tout.
"Wal. I gut her ter hold thcr boss,
AGRICULTURAL HINTS
AROUSING THE PUBLIC.
Tlint In the Flrnt (Jrcnt Duty of All
llontl Hrfuruium,
At the meeting of the J2vangclloal al
liance, held in Harrtsbnrg, Pa., an ad
dress on "The Necessity of Educating
Public Opinion" wns made by A. J J.
Fnrquhnr, and one of the first subjects
he considered wns the effects of ronds
on urban nnd rural population, nnd the
importance of educating public opinion
on the subject. This portion of the ad
dress wns ns follows!
"The rnpld increase of our tirban
population Is fraught with danger.
Temptations increase with increnscd
facilities and opportunities. Children
are tumbled together in the streets as
indiscriminately as garbnge in the
sewers, and they pass into the com
munity a mass of filth. People are
Hocking to the cities, believing they
can lie a happier and a better life
there, and were they not debused by
concentration, there would be less dis
appointment. The evil conditions must
be discovered nnd rectified. MMie
thought that where society ought to
exist in its highest state, with most con
genial environment, It must lapse Into
vice and immorality is intolerable.
"Country life has a thousand ehnrms
and advantages ovcr life in the city. Our
bad highways have a great deal to do
with driving the countryman to town.
The mud ditches in -place of the beau
tiful, smooth roads of civilization shut
him out from society and make it cost
him more to carry a ton of his produce
a few miles to the nearest market than
(neither of which propositions can bo
questioned) then why is it that tlio
vast majority of our thoroughfares nro
bndly Joentcd nnd. worse mnnngcdj.thnt
country trnvel, Instead of being accom
plished with ensc and pleasure, is usual
ly a vexation to the spirit, n perpetual
financial drain on our resources, and a
disgrace to our bonstcd civilization?
"There can be but one nnswer. whilo
nil persons individually nre well and
painfully aware of these facts, yet, tho
people collectively have not been suffi
ciently impressed with their importance
In short, public opinion on this ques
tion hns not been sufficiently educated.'
AY, stranger, 1
could tell e er
pooty good story
'bout thet haouse
up ther'." 1 was
tukinga trip
through the couu
try on my bicycle.
1 had just passed through the pretty
village of D , and here on the out
skirts 1 found a great, beautiful house,
with a wide driveway lending between
big stone posts and up to the pillared
portico. It was such a beautiful place,
up there in the sunlight, that 1 wanted
to look longer at it, so I dismounted,
and, leaning on the stone wall, I wns
admiring its line proportions when L
heard the rattle of a farm wagon and in
a moment the rattle stopped just behind
me. and then a voice which announced a
story in connection with the mansion.
A good-natured looking old gentle
man was sitting in a long farm wagon,
such as is used to bring the potatoes
from the field or the apples from the or
chard. The horse was a dappled gray,
so fat he could hardly move, and cer
tainly if 1 had been in any hurry 1
bhould have kept to my wheel, but then
time with me was of no consequence,
and 1 did like stories, and there would
be an unusual charm about this, foi the
old man had the. peculiar pronunciation
and queer nasal twang of that part of
the country. So 1 loaded the wheel in
behind and climbed in myself with the
driver.
"Goin' fur, be ye?"
"Well, friend. I don't just know how
far. I'm out for fun, takiug my vaca
tion on my wheel, partly because 1
want to be out of doors and partly be
cause 1 haven't the money to lay out in
car fare."
"Sho, neow. Wal. ye ken ride weth
me fur's 1 go, an' thet'Il 6iive yer wheel
some."
"I'm sure you are very kind to help "
nnd right there 1 hnd such ti spell of
coughing that the sentence never was
finished. It seemed so funny that he
never thought of the wear and tear on
his equipage, but in his generous heart
only sought to save me and my wheel.
"Consumptive, be ye?" and he looked
at me anxiously.
I hastened to say that it was the dust
or the heat that made me cough so.
"Wal, I'm 'tarnal glad ter hear't. I've
hear'd said consumption, the kind the'
hev neow. wuz ketchin'. I bet I
wouldn't hev lived out half my days ef
I hedn't er ben keerful ter steer clearer
them discases't I knew wuz ketchin'.
I ain't but 60. but I bet ef scarlet fev'r
er diptheree bhould git holt er me I'd
never'd git over't. Youth don't count
fer nothin' weth them things."
1 looked at him to see if he was jok
ing, but not a smile on his face as he
tqiokc of his youth and the uncertainty
of his recovery from either of those dis
eases. Did he really think himself a
young man? I could not I ell.
"Haven't you had any of the diseases
common to children?"
"Will, I should say't 1 hed. When
Jane's baby hed ther chick pox I went
down't .Mollie's ter live in the village,
an' I'll be pizened ef them blnmrd pox
didn't ketch me ther'. I tell ye the blis
ters wuzsuthin' ter see, an' I ain't never
got over't yit an' I never shell. It
ketches me somewheres every little
while. Jnne i-nys it's rhumatlz. but I
Mow young folks don't hev rhumatlz;
I
"SHE TALKED Ell SPEl-l. WETH THER DEEPO MASTER."
gelan' went daown ter live in thet part
cr the kentry, an' ther' ain't never been
up here foiicc. Leastways he didn't
never -coin'.
"Ye see thet great piece er meddcr
land au' thet low haouseout ther'? Wal.
thet's wher Jo Flint lived, an' 'tain't
fcetter'n four year senee he moved outer
the hill place. Th' old man like't ter
died, an' the doctor he told him thet
low land wuz rhumaticky an' he'd bet
ter mo.y out, an' old Maj. Poorehe wuz
livin' on ther hill and Providence killed
hi in jest in time ter let Flint hev his
place. Jo Flint he made er bnrgin out,
un' what dew ye think, I bet the' ain't
'notlier man in this taown 'twould er
done it. He moved in ther night; yns,
sir, in ther night. One day he wuz ther"
an' the next he waiui't. He went in the
fall, an' everybody gabbed 'bout it. but
the doctor he sot it right by leilln' 't
he'd got ter moe er die, but I reckon't
majority ov 'pinion wuz't he'd better
died. Strange how little use some folks
ken be; yns, sir, ain't it naow?"
1 assured him it was, nnd he looked su
astonished that I judged he was used to
talking and receiving no answer, even
though he did ask r. question and seem
ingly expected an answer. I mentally
agreed to keep still.
"Wal, long in Feb'uary I wuz daown.
Ye bee 1 ain't nothin' to do an' Jnne she
thinks its good fer me to be aout eon
sider'blc, an' I guess 'tis, an' 1 gut ther
old sleigh weth er back an' er place for
eomf'ters, an' ye don't hev ter keep er
tuckin' in an' er tuckin' In. an' then
I ken drive ther colt, but Jane feho says
what'd old Dobbin think ter see ye
driviu' olY ther colt an' leavin' him be
hind, mi' I deeiar' Dobbin is the hu
mnnist critter I ever see. Hut, as I
wuz sayiu', 1 sot ther by ther deepo.
12 f I'm daown'I most gen'ly git tor ther
I deepo; it sorter advertizes er place to
an' I went 'raound ter ther side door,
nn 1 gut hole er Mis' Beau an' I jes laid
out all erbout it, and she cried. Women
alwuz cry, whether it's good news or
bnd. M'hey'd cry over er weddin' jes'
's quick ez er fun'al. Wal. .Mis' Dean
she said she'd fix it up, an' so she gut
'em in and they went ter bed pooty
soon, coz ther old man warn't wal an'
he couldn't sec 'em. so Mis' Ilenn said,
but I s'pose she warnted ter git cr holt
on hi in fust, an' she told me hence that
ye never see nobody wuss broke up 'n
he wuz when iic knew't she had com' ter
tak him and lak' kcer of him fer Harry's
sake, an' the hoy'e name's Harold, an'
lie's sinnrter 'n his pa ever thought er
belli', an' I 'xpect old Jo Flint hadn't
never hed no sicli er val'ntine 's they'd
giv' him an' lie won't never ergin hev
her s'prisin cr one I calk'late. 1 tell ye
er lovin'er creter 'n thet boy ye never
see, er buying sugar hearts fur the old
man, an' of his nine's heart ain't made cr
love she'd never cr com' daown here ler
git the old man out'n ther poor haousc;
no, sir, not by er long chalk I"
He stopped to think, and waited so
long that 1 asked if Harold's wife went
back?
"Oh. yns. Wal, she wanted tew jes'
's quick's she faound aout 't he'd gut
lots er money an' warn't in the poor
hnousc, but the old ninn wouldn't hear
to 't, an' bhe sent for her things nn'
ther' they be nnow, an' Mis' Dean she
says thcr old man's heart's jest all
wound up lu thet boy. Folks said when
he sent Ilnrold off his heart wuz jest
like his name. Flint, but I guess they've
hed 'enslon ter think oth'wiso senee."
N. A. M. Hoe, in Oood Housekeeping.
A .MIntnktMi Youth.
IIo labored o'er It, line by line,
It was for her, this valentine.
Ills prudent rival hired one writ
And he It was who made a hit.
Wusuingiou S'.nr.
STUCK IN THE MUD.
(Tho Horse Has He mi Taken Home,
"l'luycd Out.")
to transport It a thousand miles on the
railroad. The prosperity, contentment,
intelligence and happiness of the rural
population, depend largely on the con
dition of the highways. No wonder the
value of farm land is decreasing. The
best means of benefiting the agricul
turists is to improve ills roads. The
countries of liuropc, impoverished by
their standing armies and their cuor
mous debts, build thousands of miles of
road, and wisely spend millions annu
iiljy in keeping them in repair. What
a transformation there would be in our
country if we had this European sys
tem of highways! Au aroused public
opinion only can secure them.
"An accidental cross-path made no
one knows how a century ago, widens
to a wheel track, aud becomes estab
lished as a country road, simply be
cause the actual traveler has not time
to look after the condition of his high
way; the citizen who is not au actual
tiavelcr neglects what concerns other
citizens equally with himself, and the
county officer is not spurred to his duty
ol providing a suitable road by thepres
sure of a sufficiently x-obust public opin
ion. As a result every mnu, woman nnd
child who has occasion to pass between
one and the other of two important sec
tions of the country ,is compelled to go
considerably out of his way, and toil
up and down more than one long steep
hill.
"Day after day, week after week,
month after mouth, summer und win
ter, year after year, decade after deende
it will soon be century after century,
the pnticut thousands who pnss Unit
road submissively pay tribute (hill and
Mjunro corner taxes) to the ignorant
carelessness of their forefathers and
present county ofilcinls. Were a band
of robbers to infest that road and exact
one-tenth part of the cost that our
citizens now willingly pay for this extra
time, labor and nnnoyauce, nn outcry
would be raised that would resound
throughout the globe.
"What is best now and hereafter for
the many must and should overthrow
the personal preference or en price of
the indivldunl. Other forms of improve
ment are temporary; buildings fnll into
decay, harbor and river courses are
filled up witli deposits, mncliinery be
comes obsolete, inventions are super
seded by new and better ones; organi
sations of men, whether socinl, educn
tionnl, political or religious, nre dis
rupted and scattered by the relentless
I processes of time, but a properly located
1 nnd constructed rond will prove nn ever-
brightening blessing to countless fu
ture gencrntlons.
"Then, grunting the vital nnd fnr
rcncliing importnnce of hnving public
ronds where they are wanted, nnd of the
best nnd most enduring character;
granting the absolute power to accom
plish this object, in the hands of agents
chosen by the people themselves
FILTRATION OF MILK.
Sent TJiMvnril Ity 1'renNiiru TlirniiRla
l.iiyorM of ShiiiI.
The control of the milk supplies at itn
source is n subject which is engaging
much uttcitition at the present timc;i
but, while something lias been accom
plished, nobody enn renlhy nnswer for
the cleanliness of the cows nnd tho
milkcrsnt five o'clock on a winter morn
ing on small homesteads in the country.
The more conspicuous objects, ns cow
hnirs, arc indeed removed by slrnining
through coarse muslin, but n quantity
of fine dirt, ulhieh would suffice to ren
der n transparent liquid visibly turbid,
will probably remain.
Some of the dirt to be seen nt. the bot
tom of n pail, jug, or even n glass, con
sists of a mineral dust, but the greater
part is neither more nor less than cow
dung, a fact which furnishes an obvious
explanation of t he myrinds of bacillus
coli present in so ninny samples of
milk; yet, strange to say, no one seems
to think it necessary to filter milk,
though it always contains a vast num
ber of the bacilli, a fraction of which
would be deemed sufficient to condemn
nny wnter ns unfit for drinking, and
the known outbreaks of typhoid fever
traceable to milk are far more numer
ous than tliosc attributable to public
water supplies, for milk presents nn ex
cellent culture fluid for the bacilli of
tCic bowel.
Sand filtration of milk on its arrival,
whether by road or rail, at the central
depot hns been practiced for several
years in some cities, as by the Copen
hagen Dairy company and by Messrs.
Hollc, of Merlin, whose arrangements,
nlike for the purity of the milk nnd for
the physical imhI moral welfare of tho
persons (over t.OOO in number) in their
employment, arc well worthy of imita
tion. The filters used in this dairy con
sist of large cylindrical vessels divided
by horizontal perforated diaphragms
into five superposed compnrtments, of
which tllic middle three arc filled with
fine clean sand sifted into three sizes,
the coarsest being put into the lowct
and the finest Into the uppermost of tho
three chambers.
The lowest of nil Is partly occupied ny
a perforated, Inverted, truncated cone,
which assists in supporting the weight
of the filtering material. The milk cn
tcrs this lowest compartii....i.u v.rr
under gravitation pressure, and after
hnving traversed the layers of sand
from below upward, is carried by an
overflow to a cooler fed with ice water,
whence It passes into a cistern from
which it is drawn direct i.nto the locked
cans for distribution.
It is the rule of this dniry, also, when
ever any epidemic or epizootic occurs
in tlio districts whence its supplies are
obtained, to subject the whole bufore
ndmission to the filter to temperatures
first of IGO degrees Fahrenheit, and
thqii about 2J0 degrees Fahrenheit, in
two apparatus interposed in the course
of the pipe supplying the filter. The
filtered milk is notonly freed from dirt,
but the inumbcr of bacteria is reduced'
to nbout one-third, without sterilizing;
the loss of fat is in new milk stated to
be small, but the quantity of mucus and
slimy matter retained In the sand-
which is, of course, renewed every time
is surprising. British Medical Journal.
PEN FOR DEHORNING.
Enal
y Unlit ii ml Perfectly HtTccflvu
for It I'liriioac.
Kendall Perry suggests a dehorning
pen easily built and perfectly effective
for its purpose. The sketch is enough
to show how built, lint some of our
folks think it dreadful to dehorn stock.
Then try this pinn: When the calf is
not more than three weeks old, tnke tin
DEHORNING PEN.
old pair of shears nnd clip the hnlrnway
around the little knob where the horn
is coming. Wrap a stick of caustiu
potash in a piece of paper, leaving one
end uncovered, Dip the stick in a
little water, take the calf's head be
tween your legs nnd bend its neck
around agninst your side. Hub the horn
thoroughly with potash, It will smart
a little, but the pain will soon go away.
So will the horn. Farm Journal.
Dried butter on dniry implements is
hard to remove. Wash oil' with cold
water nt once. Western Plowman.
Moisten corn stover with" -wnter -unci;
sprinkle with bran to improve its flavor.
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