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Copyrighted 1991 hy Robert Bonner's Sons.
CHAPTER VI.
It was near noon, and the king of
Damascus was in his chamber with
Aboul Cassem. They were talking
about the approaching marriage.
“In three days more,” said Hcram.
“I shall claim her for my bride.”
“In truth, sire, it is as you have
said,” replied the minister. He spoke
not with the enthusiasm of apprecia
tion, but as one who would not dispute
his king. “I trust, sire, your hopes
may And their fruition. I pray that
Ulin may bear to thee a son, and thus
make bright and promising the even
ing of your life.”
“Good Abcul, I trust in thy words.
Ha! what now? Whom have we
here?”
"Sire. "Epoke a page, “the Israelite,
Judah is without, and would speak
with thee.”
“How!” cried the king. “Is it the
Judah whom I sent from the Valley of
Lycanius?”
“The same, sire.”
‘‘Then send him to me at once. By
my life. Aboul, he cannot have ac
complished his mission so soon. I
dare not hope so.”
“Let us hope for the best,” suggest
ed the minister; and before further
remark could be made Judah stood
in the royal presence.
"Ha, Judah—do I see thee back so
soon? Have you come to bring me
word of failure?”
“Nay, sire,” replied the Israelite, “I
have come to bring the robber chief
tain to Damascus.”
“Have you taken him?”
“Yes. sire.”
“Alive?”
“Yes, sire.”
‘‘And have him here?”
“Ready to be brought before you at
any time.”
“He is bound?”
"Yes, sire.”
"Then bring him at once. By the
host of Pluto, I would see the fellow.
But—hold. He is guarded?”
“Yes, sire. Osmir and Selim are
with him.” '
“Are they all?”
“It needs no more. The prisoner is
securely bound, and can offer no re
sistance.”
. “Then let him come.”
“Ye gods!” uttered Horam, turning
to his minister, after Judah had gone,
“what manner of man shall we be
hold?”
“I cannot guess, sire.”
“A giant, I think—as ugly as a Cy
lop. But he is bound, About—he is
bound.”
In a little while the door opened, and
Judah entered, followed by Osmir and
Selim, who led a bound man between
them.
“Sire,” spoke the Israelite, “this is
the prisoner.”
“But where is Julian?” demanded
Horam.
“This is Julian.”
“This?” cried the monarch, taking
a step forward, and gazing into the
face of the bound man before him.
“This?’ he repeated, in a lower tone,
advancing another step, and gazing
more earnestly upon the bold, open,
youthful face. “This is not Julian.”
“This is he who hath commanded the
robber band,” said Judah.
“Aye—and I am he whom you have
called the Scourge of Damascus,” spoke
the prisoner, standing proudly erect,
and gazing full into the face of the
king. “I am Julian, the enemy of
Jloram, and the avenger of wrongs
done years ago.”
The monarch, as he gazed more in
tently upon those features, and as the
tones of that voice fell upon his ear,
seemed startled by the memory of
some old dream. And About Cassem
was not entirely uninterested. The old
minister gazed as fixedly and as earn
estly upon the face of the young chief
tain as did his royal master; and he.
too, seemed puzzled and perplexed.
“Who are you?” asked Horam.
"I am Julian, the Scourge.”
“But what else?”
“You should know what else, most
mighty king. I have tried to make
myself felt by you.”
“But,” urged Horam, taking no no
tice of the robber's tone, “why have
you sought to harm me? Who are you
that can have cause for such enmity?”
“1 am one who knows the bitterness
of deepest wrong,” replied Julian. “Fa
therless and motherless came I from
the feeble steps of childhood; and I
know .that Horam was the murderer of
my parents.”
“Ha!" cried the king, with a start.
“Who were your parents?’
“I will not speak their names in your
presence.”
“Beware, robber! I may compel you
to answer.”
“If you have power to extract an
swers from dead men, you may force
answers from me.”
“By the gods, thou art insolent.”
“Then bind my tongue, as these
slaves have bound my arms.”
“No,” said Horam, struggling with
his passion. “I have another plan.
The secret which you will not speak
to me you shall never speak. You shall
follow your parents with all possible
speed. Judah!”
“I am here, sire.”
“You know the deepest, darkest dun
geon, where the most dreaded priscfi
ers are confined?”
‘‘Yes, sire.”
“Conduct this man thither. Plunge
him into the very bowels of the deep
est cavern, where the doors are of iron,
and the bolts of triple steel, and see
that he is kept safely there until the
morrow. You will answer for him
with ycur life."
"Once mofe the king gazed into that
youthful face, and then turned away
to a window.
“Sire,” spoke the minister, after the
prisoner had been conducted away,
"why do you spare that man for even
another hour? Why do you not exe
cute him at once?”
“Because,” replied Horam, starting
up, “I have a curiosity to knew who
he is. There is some mystery in that
face of his. It is now near the hour
of the council, and I have not time to
think. I must see him again. Did you
not mark something peculiar in his
look?”
“Yes, sire; there is something in his
face which is familiar to me; or, at
least, it seems so.”
“By my life, Aboul, it must be so.
Did you mark that hold front; that
open brow; that Jove-Ilke sweep of
nose and chin? and did you mark the
deep lustrous eyes, and the gentle curl
ing of that sunny hair?”
“Yes, sire.”
“And can you not read its secret?”
“No. Can your majesty?”
“Not yet—not yet, Aboul; but I must
I have a strange curiosity; and it is a
curiosity which has been strangely and
suddenly excited.”
CHAPTER VII.
At Hassem’s House.
Ulin had lost none of her wondrous
beauty; but she had become pale, and
the healthy flash of the eye was gone.
Late in the evening she sat in her
chamber, with her brow resting upon
her hand, and ever and anon a deep
sigh escaped her.
“My dear, good mistress,” spoke Al
bia, gliding to the side of the princess,
and resting her hand affectionately
upon her arm, "I cannot bear to see
you suffer so. What is it?”
“It is nothing, Albia.” Ulin spoke
without raising her head, and her
voice was low and sad.
“Don’t tell me that,” urged the at
tendant. She got down upon her knees,
and gazed earnestly up into Ulin’s face.
“Oh, my dear lady, you are misera
ble and unhappy. Why will you not
pour out your sorrows to me? Perhaps
I can help you bear them. You know
I love you; yon know that I will be
faithful. Tell me all. and I will suffer
with you if I can; and I will help you
if there is help to be had. As I live at
this moment, so, if it should appear to
me necessary, would I lay down my life
for your welfare. Will you not trust
me?”
“Ulin leaned her head forward upon
Albia’s shoulder, and burst into tears.
“Oh, Albia, you are my friend—you
are my sister. I know you love me;
and I cannot tell you how grateful I
am.”
“They why will you not lift the veil
from your sorrow, and allow me to
feel still more for you?”
“I had almost resolved to tell you,
Albia.”
“Then make the resolution sure, and
admit me to your fullest confidence.”
The princess dried her eyes, and
finally lifted her head from her com
panion's shoulder.
“Dear Albia, I know not how to com
mence. I am a child—a poor, foolish
child—as you will say when I have
told you all. You will say that I de
serve to suffer, and that punishment
should be mine.”
“Nay, my lady,” responded the bond
maiden; “you must not commence in
that way. Tell me first all the cause
of your sorrow; and leave it for me to
base my own judgment. Come—trust
me, and let me give you all my sym
pathy.”
A few moments the princess was si
lent, and then she said, with a low
tremor in her voice;
“Dear Albia, when I said that I
would marry with the king I did not
think what I was doing. That strange
dream, so wonderfully repeated, led
my father to broach the subject, and I
did not refuse. When he talked of
my being queen, and of my giving
birth to a king to a king of Damascus,
I thought it might be my duty to offer
myself. I did not then know Horam.
But—now—I have learned new things,
r dread the fate which I have courted.
I fear and loathe the man whose wife
I have promised to become. When I
first promised to give myself to Horam
I felt that I could perform the duty
without the sacrifice of any real vir
tue or comfort of life. But, oh, how
changed it has all become. Not only
does my whole nature shrink from the
sacrifice, but it seems as though a fate
worse than death were involved in the
ordeal. Last night I dreamed that Ho
ram was my husband, and that he
meant to kill me. He did not plan to
drown me, as he did poor Helena; but
he declared that 1 should be thrown
alive into a den of wild beasts. It
makes you shudder, Albia.”
“Oh, how terrible!”
“And yet, my dear girl, I dreamed
that I felt a relief when I knew that
death was coming, even though it was
to come so dreadfully. Just think what
a state of mind that must be. Oh, it
is horrible! Dear Albia. I know not
what to do.”
"Have you told me all?” whispered
the bondmaiden, winding her arm
about her mistress' neck, and kissing
her upon the brow.
"Have r not told you enough?” re
turned Uiin, covering her face with her
hands.
"Not if there is more to tell, dear
lady. You have trusted me this far—
trust me with all; You have told me
that you dread the king; and I do not
wonder at this. You cannot have for
gotten that I spoke against the union
from the first. It seemed to me un
natural. But, iady, there is something
more."
"Nothing more which I dare to tell.
Albia. Nay—do not ask me. I have
told you all that I can tell. And now
I ask you—what can ( do? The fatal
hour is nigh at hand in the which 1
have promised to give myself to the
king.”
"There is one thing you can do, my
mistress—one thing alone, which I can
sec.”
“Speak. Albia.”
"You can flee.”
“Flee!” repeated Ulin, in a startled
whisper.
“There is but one other course open
to you.’
“And that-”
“Marriage with the king.”
“Oh, Albia, this is dreadful! That
same thought of flight has entered my
mind before; but can I leave my fa
ther?”
“If you become the king's wife, you
must leave him. Think of it, lady.”
“But whither can I flee?”
“I have thought of that.’ said the
bondmaiden, "and l think I know
where you could find safety. Some
miles from Damascus, among the hills
where the Pharphar winds its water
in a mummuring channel, lives an old
hermit, named Ben Hadad. His home
is in a cave which the hand of nature
has fashioned in the solid rock; and
his life is given to deeds of charity and
good will. I have seen him, and I
know that he is good and kind.”
“And how came you to know this
old man?” asked the princess, with
some surprise.
“I know him through an old woman
named Ezabel, who has been often in
the city, and who was well acquainted
with your mother. This Ezabel used
to come often to our house, and once
Ben Hadad came with her—a white
haired old man, whose just and tem
perate life is lengthening out far be
yond the span of years usually allotted
to man. Your mother gave him money
to be expended in charity; and he told
her, if she ever could find use for his
aid, it should be freely given. I know
that he will befriend you. If you wish
to flee, I will go with you, and to the
last of my strength and my life I wi'l
help and sustain you. Think of it, my
mistress.”
“I will think of it, Albia, and on
the morrow my mind shall be made
up. You may retire now. It it late,
and we both need rest.”
(To be continued.)
Good Enough for Him.
Two brothers recently visited the of
fices of a firm of American machine
agents in London. One was at the
head of an important English manu
facturing firm, the second was an en
gineer who had lived in Pennsylvania
for some years. The latter pointed
out to his brother machine after ma
chine that he ought to have. “You
know, Tom,” he at last declared em
phatically, “if I were in your place I’d
throw every bit of your old machinery
on the scrap heap and have an up-to
date plant right through. You’d double
your output and halve your expenses.”
“Tom" listened carefully and put his
hand to his chin in reflective fashion.
“Well, Dick,” he said at length, “you
may be right. I won’t say that you’re
not. But why should I change? The
old machines were good enough for fa
ther, and they were good enough for
grandfather, so I am thinking they're
good enough for me."
Centuries of Imprisonment.
To be sentenced to imprisonment for
the term of one’s natural life is hard
enough, but to be consigned to a dun
geon cell for a couple of thousands
years is indeed harrowing. Yet foreign
judges not infrequently impose sen
tences of several centuries without it
being considered anything remarkable.
Not long ago an Italian adventurer
was convicted of 63 distinct forgeries.
He was sentenced in each case, with
the result that he will be free in the
year 2089. A couple of years ago a
young man was arrested in Vienna,
who, upon his own showing, should
have been sentenced to 2,500 years’ im
prisonment. A total of 400 charges
was brought against him, and he was
convicted and sentenced on all of them.
But the judge was a merciful man and
in passing sentence he threw off 1,000
years in consideration of the man s
youth.
Flower of England
The flower of England Is the rose,
and this choice dates back to the Wars
of the Roses, when that branch of the
royal family known as the house of
Lancaster chose a red rose for Its
badge, and the rival branch, the house
of York, had a white rose. Previous
to that date the badge of the English
royal family, the Plantagenets, was a
sprig of broom, from which indeed
they took their surname, as the found
er of the family—F’ulke Martel, the
earl of Anjou, having expiated a crime
by a pilgrimage to Palestine, and be
ing scourged there with broom-twigs,
ever afterward.
HE IS REMINISCENT.
SOME FOURTH OF JULY TALK
BY UNCLE SAM.
Tolls How II1« Managers, from Wash
ington to McKinley, Have Invariably
Succeeded with Protection Laws and
Failed with Free Trade.
It will be conceded by all that the
Fourth of July was a most appropriate
day for a good talk with Uncle Sam.
The hearty and hale old gentleman
has been too busy of late to grant an
interview to any one. but a representa
tive of the American Economist begged
an interview on the Fourth, and it
was granted. I found him surrounded
by a noisy pack of boys with their
firecrackers and pistols.
“Don't you mind the noise?” 1
asked.
“Bless you, no,” he replied. “They
can’t make too much noise on my
birthday. This is the one hundred and
twenty-sixth Fourth of July I've cele
brated, and in three different cen
turies."
"There have been most wonderful
changes since your first celebration,”
I remarked.
“Well, I should say so. Sometimes
I can hardly realise it. But it has all
come about so gradually and so natur
ally that I have been ready for any
thing. I get reminiscent on a day like
this and can’t, help going back and
making comparisons. Just think of it,
there is not a person living that was
alive on that Fourth of July when the
old liberty bell rang out in Philadel
phia. Those were stirring times, I tell
you. During the Revolution from 1776
to 1781 and during the Confederation
from 1781 to 1789 I was an unruly kid,
like a boat without a rudder, but in
1789 I got. into long pants, and my
manager whom the people selected for
me was one of the greatest men that
ever lived. I realize more and more
wnat a general, what a statesman,
what a president Washington was.
“Perhaps my most important, birth
day anniversary was the Fourth of
July, 1789. It was on that day, you
know, that my congress passed its
first bill, and Washington signed it the
same day—a Protective Tariff bill.
How well I remember the preamble to
that law:
“ ‘Whereas, It is necessary for the
support of the government, for the
discharge of the debt of the United
States, and for the encouragement and
protection of manufactures, that du
ties be laid on imported goods, etc.;
therefore, be it enacted, etc.”
"And how well it worked! All my
early managers praised the act, and
called attention repeatedly to its
splendid results. Washington, Adams,
Jefferson, Madison and Monroe were
all good Protectionists. And there
warn no material change in the law till
1812, when the duties were nearly
doubled to provide money to carry on
my second war with Great Britain.
Then came the Tariff of 1816, and
with it widespread ruin.”
“But I thought the Tariff of 1816
was a Protective Tariff," I ventured to
remark.
“It was intended to be Protective,
but it was not. I have always found
that a Tariff that Is not Protective
enough is not Protective at all. It's
either one thing or the other. There
is no such thing as high and low Pro
tection. It’s either Protection or no
Protection.
“Well, the people got pretty tired of
the first Free Trade period, but, after
all. it was, perhaps, a good lesson, for
in 1824 the boys gave me a Tariff that
was a Tariff. My, how things did
hum! It was such a success that in
1828 the boys increased the duties.
Andy Jackson, who was my manager
in 1832, said we were the happiest and
most prosperous country in the world.
Wish he could see us now!"
“Why was such an effective Tariff
so soon repealed, Uncle Sam?" I asked.
“Why? Just because a lot of the
boys down South got a notion they
wanted to go it alone. I wasn’t going
to have that, so the whole thing was
compromised in 1833, and good times
flew out of the window. You’ve read
of those times, of course, and I don’t
need to say anything about it. It was
awful, and it got worse every year.
Why horses only fetched 50 cents, and
cows less. I remember the boys had
so little money they would tear a bill
into halves, quarters and eighths, so
there would be enough to do business
with. That lasted till 1840, when the
people gave me William Henry Har
rison for a manager and a Protective
Congress. In 1842 Protection began
again to bring prosperity, and in 1846
my manager, Polk, although he was a
Free Trader, had to acknowledge that
in resources and wealth and the trap
py condition of the people and in prog
ress and greatness we were ahead of
all other nations.
"But there was trouble ahead. I
don't want to say anythingagainst any
of my boys, but some of them down
South were headstrong. The question
of slavery began to bother me, too.
Well, in 1844 the people elected Polk
for manager, and with him a fellow by
the name of Dallas, and I must admit
that there was a little double dealing
during that campaign. It’s all past
and gone now, but it brought Free
Trade again, and Free-Trade brought
hard times. I don’t like to think of
those times from 1846 to 1860. If it
hadn’t been for the gold discovery in
California and the famine abroad I
don’t know what we would have done.
As it was wo had to send our gold
to Europe about as fast as we could get
It. The old people can rememlier those
times. They were awful, awful, awful.
But I'm too happy today to more than
lust recall them in passing.
"In 1860 the hoys got back to Pro
tection again, and with the exception
of three years it has lasted till now,
and I can tell you I never want to see
Free-Trade again."
“How came the boys, as you call
them, to pass a Free-Trade law In
1894, in the face of the success of the
McKinley Tariff?”
“Oh, the people got restless, and
then the election of 1892 was in some
respects like that of 1844. Then it
was 'Polk. Texas and Free-Trade’ in
the South, and ‘Polk, Dallas and the
Tariff of 1842’ in the North. Well,
they worked Cleveland the same way,
and then, though 1 suppose I ought not
to say it, the Democrats did some
pretty tall lying in 1892. Why, the
McKinley law was the best Tariff law
we’d ever had, and everybody was
prosperous and happy. But the people
gave me Cleveland again for a mana
ger. He had not done much harm the
first time I tried him, though I dis
charged him because I found a better
man in Ben Harrison. But, what was
worse, they gave me a Democratic,
Populistic, Mugwump, Free-Trade
Congress, and then things began to go
to the demnition bowwows. Gosh, all
hemlock! but things did change fast.
I lost 110,000,000,000 in twenty-four
hours, and things went from bad to
worse, till in 1896 the people gave me
Bill McKinley for a manager, and I’ve
kept him ever since. Renewed the
contract last March for four years. So
you’re sure of three more happy July
Fourths."
“Well, Uncle, tills little Tariff his
tory is all very interesting, and now I
want to ask one or two questions."
“Weil, fire away.”
“Who do you consider lias been your
best ‘manager," as you call the presi
dent?”
“Well, now, that's a hard question
to answer.Washington and Lincoln
were great men and had great ques
tions to solve, but let mo tell you, I
like Bill MciKnley about as well as
any of ’em. He ain’t quite as obstrep
erous as Andy Jackson, and he don’t
weigh as much in pounds as Cleveland,
but he's a mighty good man. He’s
a safe, level-headed man, and that’s
what the people like.”
“The Free-Traders say he is a little
shaky on the Tariff,” I hinted.
“What! Bill McKinley shaky on the
Tariff? Don’t you believe it for a sec
ond. He’s more of a Protectionist
than he was in 1890, and he was a
mighty good one then.
It was sad about Dlngley, though.
How I wish he could be here today and
see what Ills bill has done for me.
How he would rejoice over the exports
and the balance of trade, the surplus,
the bank clearings, the railroad busi
ness and the immense earnings of the
people. The McKinley bill was a good
one, but the Dlngley law has proved
to be the best Tariff law the boys ever
passed."
"Still,” I said, ‘‘the papers say that
parts of it may be repealed and that
the Tariff will soon be removed from
so-called trust made articles, and with
the help of Republicans, too.”
‘‘Don’t let it worry you, my boy. It
won’t happen for four years, anyway.
I acknowledge the people get restless
sometimes, and, contrary like, but
there ain’t no signs of it this year.
They won't forget that Gorman-Wilson
abortion, and they will be slow to give
up their jobs again. Why, just think
of it, my people are earning from $20,
000,000,000 to $30,000,000,000 a year,
from $66,000,000 to $100,000,000 a day,
and that is not our total income either.
That’s too great a snap to throw away.
You don't hear any one complaining,
do you? There's plenty of work, good
prices and plenty of money to pay the
price. No; the Free-Traders are just
filling space. I’m sorry to admit it,
but there are always some fault-find
ers and malcontents in my big family.
Always black sheep in every flock.
But it’s a great people, a great coun
try and a great day!"
And Uncle Sam went off with a
bunch of fireworks in one hand and
patting the Eagle with the other.
F. C.
UNCLE SAM REMINISCENT.
A
“I’m sorry to admit it,” said Uncle
Sam, “but there are always some fault
finders and malcontents in my fam
ily; always black sheep in every flock.
But it's a great people, a great coun
try, a great day.”
Ilappy Vacation Days.
These are the very happiest vaca
tion days the American people have
over known. Few indeed are those who
cannot plan a joyful trip to the sea
shore or mountain with well filled
purse, thanks to Protection and full
employment at high wafes.
A man will resent being told he is
a fool no matter how often he may so
designate himself.
Foundation of Colt Training.
It is important to know that the piv
otal point of action of the colt Is the
center of his body, in opposite direc
tions, writes Dr. J. C. Curryer in The
Farmer. In other words, whatever hap
pens at the front end of the colt impels
him backwards, and that at the rear
Induces forward movements. Fop
when the rope at his flank is suddenly
brought into action (when he thought
he would pull his head out of the hal
ter) the movement is so promptly re
versed that he seems to wonder what
In the world had happened at the other
end. As an illustration of this law, It
is a well-known fact, that if a horse
gets his front foot over a bar or other
object (if not more than six inches
above the ground) and feels the pres
sure on the back part of his leg, he
will go backwards and pull his foot off
or get loose; when he could by
a forward movement easily step over
the object. It is also well known
that If a horse attempts to go through
a narrow door, or other passage, which
presses him on both sides, after get
ting beyond the center of his body, he
cannot be induced to back out, but goes
on through if it breaks his hips down.
To further and easily demonstrate this
law of the actions of the horse, we
have only to take up one of his front
feet and carry It forward to the strain
ing point and he is seen to go back
wards for relief, then carry the same
foot backwards beyond the center of
his body and he as naturally goes for
wards for his liberty. Operations with
the hind feet produce the same actions
in relation to the center of his body.
Now what does this all mean to the
educator and trainer of colts for useful
mature horses? Does it not Indicate
to the handler during colthood that he,
as well as the colt, should understand
all the duties to be performed and just
how to execute the movement? Does
it not mean that the educator of the
colt for his (the colt’s) future useful
ness, should not only always make the
lessons in accordance with good com
mon sense, but "horse sense” as well?
These two fundamental senses should
always be In harmony. But where they
work in opposition difficulties and mis
chief without end are almost sure to
follow, and usually the good character
of the colt is injured. On account of
being a mute he cannot plead his own
cause. When we stop and consider
that the horse never performs even the
most trivial duty for us that he has not
been taught to do, and the great va
riety of services he willingly and
cheerfully executes for us when he has
been Instructed how to do them; then
Is it not a plain and important propo
sition (as his life, like that of man, is
one of duties to be performed) that he
should have a finished education, a
training commensurate with the suc
cessful execution of each requirement?
Inaccurate Text Dottlex.
The test and its alleged inaccuracy
or unfairness is the basts of nine
tenths of the friction that arises be
tween tho operator and the patrons,
and yet, so far as known, there has been
no widespread attempt on the part of
creamery operators to make the pat
rons understand that they were getting
a fair deal in the testing of their milk.
Instead of using the certified test bot
tles and pipettes sent out from the
dairy commissioner’s office in the man
ner specified by the law, the most of
the operators have kept them laid away
with care, as a sort of mysterious
something too little understood to be
used or to see the light of day, ex
cept to overawe some unsatisfied pat
ron. It is believed that but a small
number of the creameries of the state
could go into any court and establish
’’The use of reliable tests and the re
sults therefrom" as they may be re
quired to do in any action arising be
tween patrons and the creamery man
agement. It does not follow that a
great number are using inaccurate
tests, but It is true that few have com
plied with the law to such an extent
that they could prove the accuracy of
the apparatus and the results from the
use of it.
The greatest humbug in the testing
matter is the “guaranteed” bottles sold
on the market. Numerous creameries
have refused to comply with the plain
provisions of the law for the reason
that they buy only "guaranteed” bot
tles. Well, everybody buys guaranteed
bottles, for none other are on the mar
ket; but the guarante is of mighty lit
tle comfort to the farmer whose milk
is tested in a bottle that Is inaccurate.
The makers of test bottles only guar
antee approximate accuracy at the
best, and they will replace all bottles
not accurately calibrated; but if the
creamery operator doeh not Investigate
for himself he will never know the
good bottles from the bad one3, and
his patrons are the losers. This of
fice has never yet succeeded in getting
a lot of bottles that were all perfectly
calibrated. From 3 to 16 per cent of
the bottles bought by this office are
found to be more or less inaccurate,
some of them extremely so.—Iowa
State Dairy Commihsioner’s Report.
Lotion for Oily and Shiny Skin.
Mix one quart of camphor water (not
spirits of camphor), one ounce of pure
glycerine and one-half ounce of pow
dered borax. Bathe the face with this
lotion several times a day and persist
in the treatment until the skin is in a
satisfactory condition. This is excel
lent for red and shiny noses.
Florists are showing a black-leaved
heliotrope, with perfectly black stems
and foliage of a beautiful dark bronzy
green and flowers of bluish purple.
The cocoon-production in Greece
has increased so much within a few
years that silk is now exported to
France.
