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THE NEBRASKA ADVERTISER
W. W. SANOKlia, I'ublliliar.
NEMAHA,
NEBRASKA.
THE CAPTAIN'S MESSAGE.
Tho grcnt ship plows through tho murky
night,
Tho wnko-wavcs flush with a phosphor
gleam,
Tho bow dips (loop In a yeasty white,
Whoro tho sea-gods trlvo with tho god
of Mourn.
Tho shrill wind sings In tho cordago hlgn,
Tho rain gusts whip on tho slanting dock,
And tho only star In tho cloud-swopt sky
Is tho glimmering Hhoro light's warning
speck.
Tho caj)tnln stnnds on tho swaying bridge
Tho night glass hold In his sturdy hnnd,
O'or soothing hollow nnd foam-capped
rldgo
He's wutchod that twlnklo that marks
tho land;
And now to tho speaking twbo ho bonds
And gives tho word to tho engineer,
And tho great stoum whlstlo wakes and
sondo
A throbbing shriek through tho atmos
phere. And thoro In tho vlllngo far away,
Whoro tho light looks out on tho ocoan's
foam,
Tho pooplo listen and smllo and say:
"Tho captain's sending his mossngo
homo;"
And a womnn, gar.lng across tho dark,
Smiles soft as tho faint notes rlso and
swell,
And tho children listen and whlspor:
"Hark!
leather's saying lio's safo and woll."
Tho laboring engines whirl nnd grind
Tho ship drives on In hor ocean race,
Hut tho captain looks at tho light bohlnd
With a tender smllo on his gun-burnt
face.
And wlfo nnd chlldron may sloop at caso,
With no'or a fear In a gontlo breast;
Love's volco has spoken neross tho sons
And tho captain's mossago has brought
thorn rest.
Joo Lincoln. In L. A. W. Bullotln.
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Entertaining the Editor
lly ULLA IIU1UINS0N.
NELL nnd I wore orphans nnd lived
with our brother Tom. Tom was
an orplmn, too, of course, but then
mail! orphans are never the recipients
of sympathy and motherly advice from
every dear old lady in the neighbor
hood, so that by-and-by they really for
get that they are orphans.
Tom was 120, and lie kept a stationery
shop, und we lived in four Binall rooms
in tho rear of the shop. This was one of
the new towns that spring up in a night
on Pugot Sound, and although the town
itself was rough, bustling and noisy,
wo were very happy there, for our
rooms were within 100 yards of the
opaline waters, und the shore sloped
to them, green as emeraldB the whole
winter through.
Nell assisted Tom in the shop, and I,
besides being housekeeper, contributed
to several magazines, which helped
wonderfully in the way of new gowns,
gloves, bonnets and all the dainty
things which delighted our souls, for
Nell and I liked pretty things.
We were quite the noisiest and most
haruin-3eurum household you can
imagine. As I have said, we hud only
four rooms. In one of these Tom slum
bered the dreamy hours away nightly,
and it was "the meanest, darkest,
Kiuotheriest room in the whole she
bang," Tom was given to declaring
each time he entered it on slumber
bent. Then there was a room wherein
Nell and I slept, and from whose wm-
dow we could Bee at dawn dear, white
Mount Baker towering Into tho prim
rose sky. Then the kitchen, and lastly
the parlor, which Nell called the drawing-room,
and which also served as dining-room.
Between the parlor and the
shop was a tiny cubby-hole of a room,
about six feet square and dark as u
dungeon, in which Tom kept surplus
stock, and in which we likewise smug
gled away sundry bngs from the green
grocer's, trusting to the friendly dark
ness to conceal them from the inquisi
tive eyes of our visitors.
Our parlor was a thing, having once
been seen, to be remembered. It was 11
feet wide and 10 feet long, and in it
were one stove, one organ, one sewing
machine (we made our own gowns),
ono three-ply carpet, one big, black
dog (by the name of Jeff, who was n
fixture and the object of our devoted af
fections), one dictionary and stand, one
walnut table, four chairs (more or less
broken), one trunk (deceptively cre
tonncd and cushioned up to allure un
suspecting guests into the rashness of
sitting upon it), one bookcase, some
pictures, and, alas! that I must chron
icle it of a parlor I a bureau! "A really
and truly bureau in a parlor," as a lit
tle girl sold once, to tho hysterical
aiirth of ourselves and the speechless
mortification of her mother, who had
brought her to call. However, the size
or lack of size of our bed-chamber
forbade the introduction of a bureau,
jo Into the parlor it went.
Ono autumn evening Tom was In tho
shop, and Nell and I were making our
selves very comfortable in the parlor,
tipped back in our rocking chairs, with
cups of chocolate in our hands, and our
feet on tho low nickel rod that encom
passed the stove. We had been sewing,
Hid the room was in the wildestdlsor
Rkp. Tho machine was in tho center of
the floor, its box wub upside down, the Ipotatoes.
bureau was littered with yurds and
yards of embroidery, spools, scissors,
tape-lines and buttons; there were
piles of muslin uncut, and dozens of
muslin garments in vnrlous degrees of
"cut, basted and sewed" all over the
floor, chairs, organ and trunk. The
confusion was really immense.
"We'll have our chocolate," Nell had
sold, "and then we'll have a 'd'or'n'-up'
spell, and fix things before Tom comes
in."
But suddenly we heard the shop door
open, and then a gentleman's voice
the kind of voice we did not hear frc-
Miwntlv in that routrli town. It was
low, quiet, courteous. In another mo
ment he had introduced himself to Tom
as "Mr. Everett, of tho South African
Review." I waited to hear no more.
leaped to my feet, overturning the
footstool and the dog with a dreadful
racket; tho smllo and the chocolate
froze on my lips; my heart jumped into
my throat, nnd thumped there so fasti
could scarcely breathe. I shook with
nervous excitement.
1 had contributed regularly for some
time to tho South African Review,
and my correspondence with the editor
had grown very friendly, indeed, out,
never, never in my wildest imaginings
had I foreseen such a catastrophe us
this.
I cast a glance of frenzied, but speech
less, appeal at Noll. She nodded, pale
as a ghost. She had heard, too.
" CFar up,' " she whispered briefly,
and then she began to laugh, noiseless
ly and hysterically. I thought this
downright mean of her, but I didn't
have time to remonstrate. I heard Tom
t,ll mir truest in a very loud tone for
our benefit that he would show him In
just as soon as ho had finished a little
matter then claiming his attention in
the shop. This was to give us time, God
bless him! And wo improved it. The
way wo did set chairs to their right
abouts and jam things into those bu
reau drawers! Nell got hold of tho
muslin and struggled to got it into the
trunk, but there was too much of it.
'Tut it behind the trunk," I gasped,
and as she obeyed, I added: "There's
ono consolation. lie can't hear us, be
cause he's as dcuf as anything; he told
me himself."
"Well, that is bliss," responded Nell,
lapsing into slang in her agitation.
We had barely begun to get things to
rights, it seemed, however, when we
heard them coming, and with hopeless
glances into the mirror we sank into
our chairs.
Tom pushed aside tho portiere and
walked in, followed by a tall and fine-
looking gentleman. With a terrible
"Boo-woo-woo!" in the voice of a lion,
Jeff leaped from his own individual
corner nnd made a rush at our guest,
and as the latter was just in the uct of
taking a step, tho dog, more astonished
than any of us, went straight between
the South African ankles and floundered
against the wall. As the gentleman re
covered his equilibrium and his self
possession, Tom lamely introduced
him.
"Spcnk louder, Tom," said I, conceal
ing the motion of my lips behind my
kerchief. "Ho is awfully deaf; he told
me himself."
"Is that so?" said Tom, and then he
fairly shouted the introduction.
Nell came forward, looking ns cool
and sweet as a lily, and gave him her
hund, telling him how really glad she
was to welcome him.
"Oh, fudge!" said Tom, making awry
face at her over Mr. Everett's shoulder;
"If he's deaf, that's all Greek to Win.
Speak up, my little girl."
For one dreadful moment I thought
Nell was going into ono of her convul
sions of laughter, but she pulled herself
together and presented me.
"So this is our little contributor,"
said he, taking my hand and looking at
mo with kind but amused eyes. I
shouted out "Yes," but as that sounded
rather fiat, and hearing Tom giggle in
the background, 1 limply subsided.
"Have a ehnlr?" cried Nell, her voice
rising to a little squeukus she proffered
the best and really safest chair in the
house. To our consternation, however,
lie showed a prelerence for a guileless
looking chair that was at heart one base
deception.
"Great guns!" ejaculated Tom, in a
tone of exaggerated emotion, while we
all stood shivering in agonized sus
pense. "It's the chair with the broken
leg!"
Before our guest could seat himself,
however, Nell had a happy inspiration.
"Do do take off your overcoat!" she
cried, and then in a rapid aside to me:
"And Kate, do substitute another chair
while I'm talkin' sweet to him! Tom,
take his coat. Hurry, Kate, or you'll
be too lute."
For one instant I thought a flash of
uncontrollable mirth swept across Mr.
Everett's face, almost as if he had
heard. But a second glance assured me
of my mistake, for his expression was
sphinx-like.
"Now that I have his coat," put in
Tom, with cold irony, while I deftly
changed the chairs, "what shall 1 do
with it? Toss it on the trunk?"
"Heavens! No!" said I, sternly.
"Put it out in the in the "
"Cubby-hole," suggested Nell, giving
us a brief, innocent glance, and then
adroitly continuing her conversation
with Mr. Everett
. "Sure enough," said Tom, giggling as
he. went out. "I'll put it on the bag of
He'll think we have a huu-
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tired-dollar hatrnek concealed in the
darkness."
Tom, I may say right here, was in his
element. A guest who was deaf, and
two sisters who had been cnught in n
dreadful pllghtl What more could the
Imp ask? He took the tide at the flood,
loo. lie came back and seated himself
In the shadow, so he could fire funny
remarks at us without the motion of his
lips being observed by Mr. Everett
Nell behaved like an angel. She sat
quite close to our guest, and carriad on
with him in an animated conversation
in a clear, high, flute-like tone which
Boemcd to carry every word to him dis
tinctly, as he did not hesitate once iu
his replies.
Suddenly my alert car heard some
thing dropping, or, to be more accurate,
running. Nell gave me a startled, mys
tified glance.
"My guns!" ejaculated Tom, in a tone
of fairly diabolical mirth, "lott Lid
your chocolate cup on the organ, didn't
you? Well, Miss Brilliancy, it's upset,
and it's meandering down right into his
silk hot!"
Wo would have been more thun hu
man could wo have kept our horrified
eyes away from the fatal spot. I even
thought poor Mr. Everett gave a
startled glance toward the floor, but,
of course, I must have been mistaken.
The unfortunate man had deposited his
hat, with sublime trust in its safety
worthy a nobler object, behind him.
The chocolate was really running, not
into it, but so close to it that we know
it would be dreadfully spattered.
Nell was in the middle of a sentence,
but she broke down flatly with: "So,
that a " Hero her eye wandered
again to the hat. "So that a" sho
repeated, absently.
"So that a " mimicked Tom, at
which I laughed weakly and helplessly.
Nell gave him both of us, in fact a fu
rious glance, and returned to her
charge.
All this time Mr. Everett had be
haved admirably. He must have ob
served our hysterical nervousness, but
1 presume he attributed it to the dire
confusion and disorder of our surround
ings. When he finally arose to take his de
parture, Nell put her 'kerchief to her
lips with a shameless pretense at cough
ing she, who had the strongest lungs
in the family and said rapidly: "For
heaven's Eoke, Kate, pick up his hat
and wipe the chocolate off ueforc ho
sees it!" Then louder: "I'm so sorry
we did not know you were coining, so
we could have made your visit pleas
ant er."
"By Jingo," said Tom, making a dash
for the cubby hole. "That reminds mo
I'd better be getting his cont before ne
investigates and finds it between the
potatoes nnd the coal oil canl Myl" he
ejaculated, sniffing exnggeratedly, as
ho returned with it, "it smells of coal
oil!"
"By the way," said Mr. Everett, turn
ing to nic kindly, "here's a letter for
you from rny brother, which I should
have given you before. I shall tell him
how greatly I enjoyed my call." And
as he bowed himself out there dawned
upon his face a slow smile of such in
tense and uncontrouaoie amusement
that it made me feel as if on icy hand
was clutching my heart. We all stood
transfixed until we heard the door close
behind him. Then
"Ills brother!" cxolaimed Nell, in a
low, terrible tone. "Wretched girl!
Who is his brother?"
"I don't know," I faltered, almost in
tears, tearing open the letter.
"Ten to one," said Tom, strutting
around with his thumbs in his button
holes, "it's a proposal of marriage.
"Or a $100 check for that last story,"
said Nell, laughing nervously.
They came behind me and looked over
my shoulder, all reading together. It
was not a proposal of marriage, but it
was a check an effectual one to our
spirits.
"My Dear Miss Orne: Wo navo long de
sired to mako your acquaintance, and as
one of us must go to your town on business
I shall let my brother havo that pleas
ure, denying myself because I am so deaf
as I navo toiu you mat you woum una
conversation with mo embarrassing. My
brother Is so fortunato as to enjoy perfect
hearing. I am sure you will like him, al
though I believe I have never mentioned
him to you. Ho Is associate editor of tho
Itovlow. I am
"Yours very sincerely,
"HUGH A. EVERETT."
For a moment that seemed a year
there was deadly silence. Then I began
to sob childishly, and Nell I regret to
be compelled to tell it Nell went into
regular hysterics of mirth, and laughed
and cried alternately. Ior did she en
tirely recover for weeks, but would go
Into convulsions of merriment at the
mere mention of that evening. Tom
neither laughed nor cried. He just sat
down on the edge of the organ stool and
twisted his faint presentiment of a mus
tache and swung his long legs to nnd
fro, and reflected. When his thoughts
had had time to travel down tc tho bag
of potatoes nnd the coal oil can, I im
agine he concluded that he could re
float more clearly if alone, for he arose
silently and stole into the store, nor
did so much as u murmur emerge from
him during the remainder of the even
ing. It was the first and last time in
my life that I ever saw Tom squelehed.
Philadelphia Saturday Evening Post.
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TWO LAND LEVELERS.
Itltcr of Tli em Im l!ntcntcd, Yet lloth
JJo the "Worlc n "Well n the
Most Intricate Device.
Land should be graded down to
fcmoolhncsH before planting to insure
profitable and uniform crops. Tills is
necessary where irrigation is prac
ticed, to secure proper moisture and
equal distribution of water, and where
the rainfall is depended on, ridges will
not get enough water, while the lower
places will have too much. The best
plan is to plow a few acres and level as
boon as possible, to move the soil cosily
and grade the surface to hold the mois
ture. I have tried patent devices, logs,
plunks and other leveling processes, but
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A SIMPLE LEVELER.
the most satisfactory results have been
obtained from home-made graders.
They cost almost nothing and can be
made quickly by any mtm who can han
dle a saw, hammer and nails, and can
be replaced every season If old ones are
destroyed. Neither of them are pat
ented, and no man can exact a royalty
for their manufacture and use.
The cheapest device consists of a
pmall log or pole, about five feet long
nnd six to eight inches in diameter,
notched at cither end to fasten a rope or
chain, and having a three-foot board
nailed to the top and dragging behind.
Two horses can be quickly hitched by
taking the doubletree and clevis from
the plow and attaching to the chain or
rope. The driver stands on the log,
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fully developed hen. With growing
chicks there is the added danger thnt
the fowls will not get enough ash to
make firm bones. When liens arc lay
ing freely it is somewhat difficult to
get them fat, and at this time the feed
ing of cornmeal once a day seems to
be a very good thing. This spring,
when the hens of the writer were con
fined for some weeks on account of the;
Btiow, they showed that indigestion,
had taken hold of them, hard green,
dronnintra appearing in numerous.
places under the roosts. Knowing
well that family physicians sometimes
order the patients to cat more corn
meal food when a lax condition of the
bowels Is desired, we made n liko
change in the food of the hens. We
put a small quantity in a pan and pour
boiling water over it and then stir it
up thoroughly. The pan is then put
on top of the hot stove and allowed
to cook for say five minutes, when it
becomes a thickened mass. After be
ing allowed to cool to a point where
the fowls can eat it without burning
their mouths this is fed before any
other food is given. The fowls seem
to enjoy this warm morning meal more
than any other of the day. The result
this spring has been that the signs of
indigestion have already disappeared,
and the hens nre laying vigorously. Ono
of the hens had shown some small
signs of roup, and the feeding of the
worm, soft meal has seemed to havo
an excellent effect on her, about all
signs of the trouble having disappear
ed. The philosophy of tills is plain.
Roup is principally an affection of the
mucous membrane and the warm soft
meal is easy on that membrane. We
do not say that she showed some
symptoms of it. It may have been
nothing but a slight cold. We want
this understood, for we do not wish tc
bo understood that cornmeal cooked
can be regarded in any sense as a euro
for roup. It might be possible that in
its early stages the feeding of foods
that are easy on the mucous membrane
might have a tendency to retard tho
progrcss of the disease to such an ex
tent that nature would be able to bring
about normal conditions and throw oh?
tho disense.
Cornmeal so prepared is fed only in
the morning, and that, too, only to an
extent that can be eaten. To balance
this whole oats are kept before the
fowls for the rest of the day, the only
other food being table scraps. At night
the oat trough is taken out of reach,
so that the hens cannot fill up on them
In the morning before the cornmeal
is given to them. Even the water is
taken out at night for the same reason.
We doubt if this will be found to be
advisable in the summer time when
the hens have all the green grass they
can eat and are also laying fewer eggs.
The rest they take in the summer
makes it easy for them to lay on fat,
and this would be more likely to be
the cose in the summer than in the
early spring. We have spoken of this
because at this time of year many mil
lions of birds are lost by indigestion,
due entirely to improper feeding. In
digestion probably kills more fowls in
the spring than any other trouble at
this time of year. Farmers' Review.
GAPES IN CHICKENS.
A LITTLE MORE ELABORATE.
throwing his weight on either side or
stepping back on the board as required.
A field may be leveled by driving round
or by crossing back and forth. Fur
rows can be filled and ridges leveled by
dragging across and over them. This
is made of two-inch slabs or planks, for
small pieces of land containing few
clods or stones.
The other leveler, which costs more
money and requires greater skill in
making, will fill the demand for larger
areas, and do all that any ordinary mn
chlne will. This is made of two-inch
slabs or planks, and should bo bolted at
the three corners. It is A-shaped, and
made for rough, hard work. I use two
pieces of plank, eight inches wide nnd
two Inches thick, about ten feet in
length, and another board about seven
feet long. The lower edges are cut
down to about one-half inch by nn adz
or drawing knife, then bolted together,
the crosspieee at tho back being only
eIx inches in width. A piece of wire or
board nailed across on either side give
btrength to the crosspieee, which is
necessary in mashing clods, digging out
rocks and roots and dragging the
weight of mounds and furrows of earth
found too high. A short ten-inch board
nailed on the center makes a suitable
standing place for the driver, who shifts
his position according to necessity. I
use this for filling ditches and dead fur
rows, breaking down weeds and corn
stalks and smoothing the ridges and
knots of new land. The horses may be
hitched to a hook or clevis bolted on the
front. Joel Shomaker, in Farm and
Fireside.
IllrilM AMIutcd wltli Till JllsertHC-
Should lie Seiinnttcil from Otlici-N
u ml Kent on Ilonrd Floor.
The presence of gapes will be easily
known by the drooping, feeble appear
ance and open, gasping mouth of th&
chick.
Temporary relief may be afforded by
means of a looped horsehair or a partly
stripped feather introduced into the
trachea, but the remedy is difficult to
be applied thoroughly to young chicks.
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CORN MEAL SOMETIMES.
To Son roll for Andrce,
An expedition in search of Andree
1b about to leave Stockholm for Siberia,
the cost being borne by the Swedish
Geographical boclety.
Good ThliiK for Poultry Provided It
Im (iIycii Properly mill KNiiecliilly
1 ii IteiiMoniiltle (luiiiitltli-N,
Cornmeal is a good thing to feed
hens if it be fed properly and in proper
quantities. The writer has been very
L-areful not to feed either corn or corn
meal to an extent to induce a too great
amount of fat. This is about the only
objection in feeding cornmeal to u
EXPLANATORY DIAGRAM.
Dissection of a chick affected with gapes,
tho trachea pinned open. A, the glottis or
opening through which air enters tho
trachea from the mouth; B, the cut end
of the oesophagus; C, tho cut neck. Tho
gapo-worms are seen In tho trachea or
windpipe at tho lower left of the Illustra
tion. Gorman recommends rubbing the neck
from time to time with vaseline thor
oughly mixed with a little turpentine,
the treatment to begin before tho dis
ease makes its appearance. Fowls
when attacked after the first few weeks,
are likely to recover of their own ac
cord. Gorman finds that chickens kept on
n board floor do not have gapes, per
haps because they cannot get earth
worms, which are supposed to convey
tho disease. Chicks which have gapes
hhould be separated from the others
and the runs should be changed if possi
ble. Copperus should be added to the
drinking water. Wherever the disease
is prevalent young chicks should bo.
kept for the first mouth on u board
floor. Orange Judd Furmer.
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