'’OUT OF THV LIFE." "Chi! of tkt life." rotild I lint And Whrre the water* of Isuhe rim. Like some pilgrim of old without allrer or (Ota! 1 would jonrury from sun to sun. Iji quest of thst font t hath not seen. Vet folded In soon sad pro**. But with water* so sweet and limpid, I WOWS As dew on the heart of a rose. ■ ir 1 J| fe C X would* Journey unaided save by the itumv Sowrr* pausing to break my vast, O etvou.ing all rov progress burn. I would drink und forget at lust. Onward, famished for life's nwwtput good. Onward through forest anil glen, (n searched Let ho, that prlmitM food For Uin kont aud daughters of men. '-Washington Star. THE MISADVENTURES OF JOBS NICHOLSON. IU FOHKItr I.UUIH STKVKNSO.N, r-r 6 l:. k.;\ a;; ■ f; • i: John now tho hand CHAPTER II—CONTINUED. Iff was a young man on whom, at the highest point of lovely exaltation, there had fallen a blow too sharp to bo supported alone; and not many hundred yards away his greatest friend was sitting at supper; aye, und even expecting him. Was it not in the nature of man that, hi' should run there!’ He went in quest of sympathy ■—in quest of that droll artiolo that we all suppose ourselves to want when in a strait, and have agreed to call advice; und I10 went, besides, with vague hut rather splendid ex pectations of relief. Alan was rich, or would bo so when he eaino of age. By a stroke of tho pen he might remedy this misfortune, and avert that dreaded Interview with Mr. Nicholson, from which shrunk in imagination us draws back from Are. Close under tho Calton Hill there run* a certain narrow avenue, part street, part by-road. Tho head of it faces the doors of the prison; its tail descends into the sunless slums of Low' Calton. On one hand it is over hung by the crags of the hill; on the Other by an old. graveyard. , Between these “two tho roadway runs in u trench, sparsely lighted ut night, sparsely frequented by day and bordered, when it was cleared the place tombs, by dingy and ambiguous houses. Ono of these was tho house of Colette, and at his door our ill starred John was presently beating for admittance. In un evil hour lie gratified the inquiries of the contra band hotel-keeper; in an evil hour lie penetrated into a somewhat unsavory Interior.’ Alan, to be sure, was there, seated in a room lighted by noisy gas jets, beside a dirty table-cloth, en gaged on a coarse meal, and in the company of several tipsy members of the Junior bar. But Alan was not sober; he had lost a thousand pounds on a horse-race, had received the nqws at dinner-time, and was now, in default ofany possible means of extrication, drowning the memory of his predicament. Ha to help John! The thing was impossible; he couldn't help himself. “If you have a beast of a father,'’ said he, “I can tell you 1 have u brute of a trustee." , ,, “I’m not going to hear my father called a beast;" said John, with a beating heart, feeling that he risked the last sound rivet of the chain that bound him to life. But Alan was -quite good-natured. “All right, old fellow,” said he. “Mos’ respec'able man, your father.” Aud he introduced his friend to his companions as “old Nicholson, the what-d'ye-call-urn's son.” John sat in dumb agony. Colette's foul walls and maculate table linen, and even down to Colette's villainous caster*, seemed like objects In a nightmare. And just then there came a knock and a scurrying; the poliee. so lamentably absent from the Calton Hill, appeared upon the scene, and the party,'taken flagrante delicto, with their glasses at their elbow, were seized, marched up to the police office, and all duly summoned to ap jj pear as witnesses in the subsequent case against the areh-shebeener, Colette. It was a sorrowful and a mightily sobered company that came forth again. The vague terror of public opinion weighed generally on them all; but there were private and partic ular horrors on the minds of individ ;v'i uals. Alan stood iu dread of his » ,>, trustee, already sorely tried. One of the group was a sou of a country minister, another of a judge; John, the unhappiest of all, had David Nicholson to father.the Idea of facing whom on such a scandalous subject [y, j • rf < ■f»>. < i* fc: ■ £ «»» puysicany sioaening. They stood awhile consulting' under the buttresses of Saint Giles; thence they adjourned to the lodgings of one of the number In North Castle street, where, for that matter, they might have had quite as good a supper, and far better drink, than in the danger ous paradise from which they had been routed. There, over an almost tearful glass, they debated their posi tion. Each explained he had the world to lose if the affair went on, and be appeared as a witness. It was remarkable what bright prospects were just then in the act of opening before each of that little company of youths, and what pious consideration for the feelings of their families be gan now to well from them. Each, moreover, was la an odd state of des titution. Not one could bear his Share of the fine; not one but evinced a wonderful twinkle of hope that each of the others (in succession) was the very .agan who could step in to make good the deficit. One took a high hand; he could not pay his share: if it went to.a trial, he should bolt: he had always felt the English bar tc be his true sphere. Another branched out into touching details about hi> family, and was not listened to. John, in the midst of this disorderly cornpe titlon of poverty and meanness, sal stunned, contemplating the mountait bulk of his misfortune. • Y.-J lit, 3? & At last, upon a pledge that each should apply to his family with a common frankness, this convention of unhappy young asses broke up, went down the common stair, and in the gray of the spring morning, with the streets lying dead empty all about them, the lamps burning on into the daylight in diminished lustre, and the birds beginning to sound premonitory notes from the groves of the town gardens, went each his own way, with bowed head and echoing footfall. The rooks were awake in Randolph Crescent; but the windows looked down, discroetly blinded,on the return of the prodigal. John’s pass key was a recent privilege; this was the first time it had been used: and, oh! with what a sickening sense of his nn worthiness he now inserted it into the well-oiled lock and entered that citadel of the proprieties! All slept; the gas in the hall had been left faintly burning to light his return; a dreadful stillness reigned, broken by the deep ticking of the eight-day clock. lie put the gas out, and sat on u chair in the hall, waiting and counting the minutes, longing for any human countenance, lint when at last he heard the alarm spring its rattle in the lower story, and the servants begin to lx? about, lie in stantly lost heart and fled to his own room, where ho threw himself upon the bed. CHAPTER Ilf. In Which John Enjoys the Harvest Home. Shortly after breakfast, at which he assisted with a highly tragical countenance,, John sought his father whore ho sat, presumably in religious meditation on the ,Subbath mornings. The old gentleman looked up with that sour, inquisitive expression that came so near to smiling und was so different in effect. •‘This is a time when I do not like to bo disturbed," he suid. ■•I know that,” returned John, “but I have—I wunt—I’ve made u dreadful mess of it,” he broke out. and turned to the window. Mr. Nicholson sat silent for an ap preciable time, while his unhappy son surveyed the poles in the back green, and a certain yellow cat that was perched upon the wall. Despair sat upon John as ho gazed: and he raged, to think of the dreadful series of his misdeeds, and the essential innocence that lay behind them. “Well,” said the father, with an obvious effort, “what is it:’” “Maclean gave me four hundred pounds to put in the bunk, sir,” be gan John; “and I'm sorry to say that I’ve been robbed of it!”. “Robbed of it?” cried Mr. Nichol son, with a strong rising inflection. “Robbed? Be careful what you say, John!” "I can’t say anything else, sir; I was just robbed of it,” said John, in desperation, sullenly. “And where and when did this ex traordinary event take place?” in quired the father. “On the Callon Hill about twelve last night.” “The C'alton Hill?” repeated Mr. Nicholson. “And what were you doing there at such a timo of night?” “Nothing, sir,” says John. Mr. Nicholson drew in his breath. “And how came the money in your hands at twelve lastnight?” he asked, sharply. “I neglected that piece of business,” said John, anticipating comment; and then in his own dialect: “I clean for got all about it.” “Well,” said his father, “it’s a most extraordinary story. Have you communicated with the police.” “I have,” answered poor John, the blood leaping to his face. “They think they know the man that did it. I dare say the money will be re covered, if that was all," said he. with a desperate indifference, which his father set down to levity; but which sprung from the consciousness of worse behind. “Your mother's watch, too?” asked Mr. Nicholson. “Oh, the watch is all right,” cried John. “At least, I mean I was com ing to the watch—the fact is, I am ashamed to say, I—I had pawned the watch before. Here is the ticket: they didn't find that ; the watch can be redeemed; they don’t sell pledges." The lad panted out these phrases, one after another, like minute guns: but at the last word, which rang in that stately chamber like an oath, his heart failed him utterly: and the dread ed silence settled on father and son. It was broken by Mr. Nicholson picking up the pawn ticket: “John I Eroggs, 85 Pleasance." he read, and then, turning upon John with a brief flash of passion and disgust, “Who is John Froggs?” he cried. “Nobody,” said John, just a name.” “It was “An alias.” his father commented. ••Oh! I think scarcely quite that,” said the culprit; “It’s a form, they all do it, the man seemed to under stand, we had a great deal of fun over the name”— He paused at that, for lie saw his father wince at the picture like a man physically struck; and again there was silence. ?v., ••I do not think," said Mr. Nichol son. at last, "that I a man ungenerous father. I have never grudged you money within reason, for any avow able purpose; you have just to come to me and speak: And now I find that you have forgotten all de cency and all natural feeling, and actually pawned — pawned — your mother's watch. You must have had some temptation; I will do you the justice to suppose it was a strong one. What did you want with this money?” “I would rather uot tell you,” said John, “It will only make you angry.” “I will not be fenced with,” cried his father. “There must be an end of disingenuous answers. What did you want with this money?” “To lend it to Houston, sir,” say* John. ••I thought I had forbidden you to speak to that young man?” asked his father. l “Yes, sir,” said John, “but I only met him.” “Where?” came the deadly ques tion. I "In a billiard room.” was the damning answer. Thus, had John's single departure from the truth brought instant punishment. For no other purpose but to see Alan would he have entered a billiard room; but he had desired to palliate the fact of his disobedience, ! and now it happened that he fre quented these disreputable haunts upon his own account. Once more Mr. Nicholson digested the vile tidings in silence, and when John stole a glance at his father's countenance he was abashed to see the marks of suffering. “Well,” said the old gentleman at last, “I cannot pretend not to be simply bowed down. I rose this morn ing what the world calls a happy man —happy, at least, in a son of whom I I thought I could be reasonably proud” But it was beyond human nature to endure this longer, and .John inter rupted almost with a scream. ••Oh. wheest!” he cried. ••That's not all! That's not the worst of it! It's noth ing! How could I tell you were proud of me? Oh! I wish. I wish that I had known! But you always said that I was such u disgrace! And the dread ful thing is this: \Ve were all taken up last night, and we have to pay Colette’s fine among the six,or we’ll bo had up for evidence—shebeening it is. They made me swear to tell you. But for my part.” he cried, bursting into tears, “I wish that I was dead!” and he fell on his knees before a chair and hid his face. Whether his father spoke, and whether ho remained long in the room, or at once departed, are points lost to history. A horrid turmoil of mind and body; bursting sobs; broken, van ishing thoughts, now of indignation, now of remorse; broken elementary whiffs of consciousness, of the smell of the horse-hair on the chair bottom; of the jangling of church bells that now began, to make day horrible throughout the confines of the city; of the harif floor that bruised his knees; of the taste of tears that found their way into his mouth; for a period of time, the duration of which I can not guess, while I refuse to dwell longer on its agony, these were the whole of God’s world for John Nichol son. When at last, as by the touching of a spring, he returned again to clear ness of consciousness and even a meas ure of composure, the bells had but just done ringing, and the Sabbath silence was still marred by the patter of belated feet. By the clock above the fire, as well as by these more speaking signs, the service had not long begun; and the unhappy sinner, if his father had really gone tocVtrch, might count on near two hours of only comparative unhappiness. With his father, the superlative degree re turned infallibly. He knew it by every shrinking liber in his body; he knew it by the sudden dizzy whirling of his brain, at the mere thougflt of that calamity. An hour and a half, perhaps an hour and three-quarters, if tlie doctor was long-winded, and then would begin again that active agony from which, even in the dull ache of the present, he shrank as from the bite of fire. He saw, in a vision, the family pew, the somnolent cushions, the Bibles, the psalm books, Maria with her smelling salts, his father sitting spectacled and critical, and at once he was struck with in dignation, not unjustly. It was inhuman to go off to church, and leave a sinner in suspense, un punished. unforgiven. And at the very touch of criticism, the paternal sanctity was lessened; yet the pater nal terror only grew, and the two strands of feeling pushed him in the same direction. [TO BE CONTINUED.] oeauy i,iua « uenevoienre. The Century is printing u series of papers on Notable Women. We quote from the paper on “Jenny Lind:” ••'Oie entire proceeds of the American tour, amounting to more than £20, 000, were devoted by Jenny Lind to various benevolent objects. From the days of her early girlhood it had been her chief delight to use for the good of others the wealth which her genius had brought her. !She was ever ready to sing for a hospital, or a college, or a poor fellow-artist, or for the chorus,orchestra.or scene-shifters of the theaters where she appeared. ‘Is it not beautiful that I can sing po?’ she exclaimed when she was told that a large number of children would be saved from wretchedness by a con cert she had given for their benefit. The volumes which contain such a re cord might well bear the label which Jenny Lind’s old Swedish guardian placed around the packet containing her letters to him, ‘The mirror of a noble soul.'" A Platn-SpokoA I.luguin:. A little Russian boy who has a French governess and is always obliged to talk French, was playing in the barn one day and suddenly* dis covers that the building Is on fire. Rushing to the school-room he ex claims: “Oh, mademoiselle, I don’t know whether it’s le feu or la feu, but anyhow there’s a big blase in the barn!” A Point in Natural History. Knowitt—Animals are naturally oi a quarrelsome disposition. As the poet says, dogs delight'-to bark and bite. Howitt—Yes, and even the oystei often gets into a broil—Kate Field'i Washington. U. ; ■ ts j'k «i m THE AGRICULTURAL WORLD MATTERS OF MOMENT TO THE RURAL READERS. j Instructive Notes Regarding the | Culture of Potatoes—Why Pigs are Scarce—Farm Fertiliza tion-Shallow Culture of Corn—A Few Pointers. ; Jnatrsctlve Rotes Regarding Pota toes. Prof. J. Troop, of Indiana Experi ment Station, La Fayette, Ind., writes Orange Judd Farmer: Fanners are beginning to inquire concerning the best varieties of potatoes to plant, etc., and a query now before me reads In this way: “What varieties of potatoes do you consider the best, and what kind of fertilizers should be used in or der to produce the best results?’’ Po tatoes will not always give equally gOOU results OU Ull KIWIS Ol suns, muni of which is doubtless due to the pressure of excessive moisture or ab sence of the proper kinds of elements In the soil. Many of these questions can be best answered by the /farmer by trying experiments in a small way in order to determine whether his soil is deficient In either of the principal elements of plant food which are es sential to the production of a maxi mum crop of potatoes. The three prin cipal elements, and those most liable to become exhausted by cropping, are potash, phosphoric -acid and nitrogen. On new land, laud which has been re cently cleared, these elements are usually present in abundance, and every farmer knows that sueh land, under ordinary circumstances, will usually produce an Abundant crop of potatoes without further enriching. But it often happens that one or more of these substances becomes exhausted by cropping, and it Is necessary to re sort to barn manure or commercial fertilizers to supply the deficiency. Good barn manure contains all the elements of plant, food, but often in varying quantities. If, therefore, the farmer wishes to ascertain the true condition of his soil, so far as these elements are concerned, he must use fertilizers of known strength, and use them separately as well as in combina tion. These are found on the market, in the form of sulphate or muriate of potash, bone black or Iwue meal, and nitrate of soda or sulphate of ammonia, etc. To make a test of this kind take five plats of equal size and apply broad cast at the following rate per acre: To plat 1, 150 pounds of sulphate of potash, 750 pounds of bone black, 280 pounds of nitrate of soda, all combined. On plat 2 apply just one-half this amount. This will give a hint as to actual' amount needed by the crop. On plat 3 omit the potash, applying the other two as before. On plat 4 omit the bone black and on plat 5 omit the nitrate of soda. The results at harvest time will show whether the soil Is de ficient In one or more of these ele ments, and which one. Sueh an experi ment as this can be tried by almost any farmer at slight cost, and, in many cases at least, the Information obtained concerning the condition and needs of his soil will be worth many times the cost of the experiments. If, however, this is thought to be too much trouble, then a complete fertilizer should be used. Our varietal tests in 1892 comprise more than one hundred varieties, and were conducted on a rather heavy, black, sandy loam, underlaid with gravel: not a first-class potato soil, yet, as swill be seen, the yields were quite satisfactory In most cases. Of the whole number tested there are proba bly twenty-five varieties which have not proved of any special value on our soil. Below Is given a list of twenty five of our best varieties which have been grown in the same field for four years In succession. And also twenty five varieties which were grown here for the first time last season, the most qf which seem to be excellent. It will be noticed that the yield of those grown but a single season (in the first column) is much greater than the oth ers; a fact which we have noted be fore, and which serves to prove again the advisability of chauging seed often. Table Showing Yield Per Acre. Varieties Grown One Year— 1 Early ltose. Early Market.. Early Minnesota. Early Wisconsin. Fill basket. Hampden Beauty. Harbinger. Howe's Premium. James G. Blaine. Iaizelle's Seedling. heather Coat. McFadden's Earliest.... Noll's Victor. Parker & Wood's Victor Pride of St. Paul. Pride of Ireland. Signal. Stanley. Timp's No. 2. Tlinp's No. 4. Timp’s No. 6. Tonhocks... Vick's Perfection. Way. Umpire..... Bushels. .390 .380 .363 .371 .384 .370 .382 .382 .403 .3S4 .386 .384 .410 .410 .375 .342 .384 .363 .350 .346 .384 .373 .384 .303 .350 Varieties Grown Konr Years— Advance. Arizona. Badger State. Beauty of Hebron. Breeze. Burbank. California ltose... Dakota Ited... Early King.... Early Hjnrise.. .. Early Ontario. Garfield... Golden Flesh... Gov. Rusk.. Great Eastern. La Fayette. Mammoth Pearl... New Giant... Koae'a Beauty. Rural New Yorker No. 2. State of Maine.. ... Hnrntnn.. .. Thorbum. White Kltgihant. Valley Queen. l+o 213 274 .223 232 238 .322 /270 .187 .20t; .263 .200 .233 .28+ .205 .252 .213 .251 .206 .200 .220 .200 .310 .277 Why >Hn Are Srnrre. Some of the farmers that have no hogs at present are honest enough to admit that it is largely owing to their > careless methods. There apt others whs have regarded bogs too trouble some to raise. Still another class lmve no pigs simply because the necessary care and thought were not given them. The tatter class is a large one and its members are the heaviest losers, hav ing had the expense of maintaining brood sows and having money invested. During the breeding season losses come from careless mating, in-breeding, use of poorly bred boars, etc. In the far rowing season the lack of attention »«rr that most of the applicant- ^ ,0 r* mat most ox tne Itpi'1" . ,rto ble either to write rapid'.' their notes afterward-__ When a man tyses his uer»» goes ia search of a sale-"