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CHAPTER VIII. Continued.)
"You are hurt," says Sir ChristopliPr,
snxiously. "How? where?"
"This arm," says Fabian, touching the
injured part lightly. "A mere scratch,
no doubt, but it hurt," and he turna
away end goes quickly in the direction o?
the house. Dolce, running down the bal--ony
steps, goes up to hiin with a very
white little face.
"Darling, how brave you were. I
thought something dreadful was going to
happen to you.
"Take that terrified look off your face,"
be Bays, somewhat languidly, with a
mile that is faintly bitter. "Yju should
how more self-control. Take example
by your cousin; see how composed she can
be, and how sensible."
He smiles again, and indicates Portia
ry a glance. For an Instant bi eves
meet hers. Is he wrong in thinking she
is even a shade paler now than she was a
moment since? He is not sure; aud he
bas no time given him to make the
thought a certainty, as Miss Vibarr, turn
ing slowly, goes toward one of the Ura-ing-rooin
windows, and presently is lost to
sight.
There was something in her eye, in rhe
hurried glance he got at them, that sad
dens Fabian. Almost forgetful of Dulce's
presence, he walks away from her, and,
hawing gained the house, goes m.tod'ly up
the tairs toward his own room.
As he reaches the corridor, and gsms
the threshold of bis own room, a light step
to hind him causing htm to turn, he finds
himself looking once again into Portia's
eyes.
She ii very pale still, and there is some
thing pathetic about her mouth. Slowly
she comes np to him, without uttering a
word, until she Is so close to him that
she can touch him, If she will, The'i she
speaks:
"Fra wronged me just now," she s.'ys,
in a low voice; "you had an evil thought
bout me. But now now, I think," regard
g him earnestly. "You have gone over
i all again in your own mind, and you tin
trrstand now you misjudged me. '
"You are quite right in, all you say; I
5d misjudge you. I have discovered my
rror. You will forgive me."
"Yon are not very humble," she says,
eves nw, when you have had to demand
y pardon."
"Am I not?" said Fabian, with a sup
pressed sigh. "I should be. Forgive me
that, too, and " He pauses to draw
his breath quickly, as if in pain. At this
be lifts her bead, and something she sees
in his expression tells her the truth. '
"You are hurt," she says, hastily, going
searer to him. "Where? how 7
"My arm," confesses Fabian, who is,
mdeed, suffering greatly, laying his left
hand upon his right arm, high up above
the elbow.
Thtn let me be nurse for a few min
stes," says Portia, with a little smile. "I
ased to be of great use to George" (her
brother, Colonel Vibart) "jecasionnlly
when he came to grief at foot-ball, or in
the banting field. Let me see if my hand
has lost its cunning."
Fabian follows her obediently to her
ittinfc-roora. It all seems to him some
thing like a dream that this girl, usually
so listless, should now brighten into life,
and frt.-w energetic and anxious for his
asfre. With gentle fingers she helps '.im
to take oft h!s coat, and. In a business
like, very matter-of-fact fashion, unfas
tens the gold link at bis wrist, and, though
r-aii&g a little as she sees the blood upon
his sleeves, resolutely rolls it up and lays
hire the injured arm.
When she has sponged his arm with ex
eesslve tenderness, she brings a cambric
handkerchief, and, tearing it into strips,
winds It round and round the torn flesh.
"Perhaps that will do until Dr. Bland
ras see it," she says, hopefully. "At
least tell me you are in less pain uow,
and that I have done you some small
good."
"Small T say Fabian.
"Ah! well," she fays, lightly, "then I
ippose I have succeeded, but yon must
promise me, nevertheless, that you will
bve a doctor to look at ycu.'.'
Her tone is still exquisitely kind; but
there is now a studied indifference about
it that hurts him keenly. Perhaps in his
surprise at this sudden change of manner
he overlooks the fact that the indifference
is studied!
"Now that the reaction has set In," he
goes en, bitterly, "you believe you have
demeaned yourself in that you have as
sisted one, who "
"You are saying what is not true," rhe
ays, it. a low but clear voice; speaking
siowly, and with difficulty, because her
sips are white and dry.
"Am I?" exclaimed he, passionately.
"Say, if yon can, that yon believe me in
nocent of all guilt, and I will believe
yon!"
He passes she is silent A terrible
moment ensues, fraught with agony for
Fabian, and still she makes no sign. Her
hands, tightly clasped, are banguig be
fore her; her bead la turned aside; her
eye persistently seek the Boor. As if
very nerve in her body is Strang to ei
ms, sb stands no motionless that she
tight almost be a state cut in marble,
ler silence is painfully eloquent Pa
is a, is an xees of passion, teira off the
in brie bandages from bis arm, and
togs them at her feet
"I will have none of your charity," be
iys, with pale lips; and, throwing wide
je door, stride down the corridor, and is
a beyond recall.
Waea the last echo of his feat his died
way, Portia rouses herself, and, moving
ovard a law ebalr near ant flrsolios,
aiaka lart It, aad psaaaaa bar hand coa
vaJarroty agafaMt hat heart. -v:
fist tsaas back la her chair as If eg-
I; aad, la truth, la the fair .hell
r seal bat utus power
I- "J ttl
5&c a
remains to battle with the varied 'bought
that rise within her. A faint, gray pallor
supersedes the vivid carmine of a while
ago. She sighs with evident dlfflcaity.
and sicks back heavily amongst the cush
ions. CHAPTER IX.
Time, as a rushing wind, slips by. cd
brings us Dulee' ball. The night is love
ly and balmy as any evening !n the sum
mer months gone by, though now Sep
tember shakes the leaves to their fall. In
the library the lamp are lowered. No
body has come downstairs yet and the
footman, giving the last lingering touch
to the little sweet gossiping fire that
warns them of winter's approach, turns
to leave the room. On the threshold,
however, he stands aside to let Miss Vi
bart enter. )
She is dressed in a white satin gown.
creamy in shade, and rather severe in Its
folds. Some pale water-lilies lie upon it
as though cast to it lovingly, a if rflad
to have found so soft a restinr-Dlace.
There is no flower in her hair, and no
jewels anywhere, except the three rows
or priceless Jewel that clasp her slender
uroat.
Tbtre is a discontented line about her
mouth, a wistful, restless expression in
her eyes. She moves slowly, too, as if
gladuess is far from her, and shows In
eiery glance and movement a strange
amount of languor. As though l.er
thoughts compel her to action, she walks
aimlesnly from place to place, and now,
as if she is listening for something to
come; and again, as if she is trvina to
make up her mind to take some step from
which she shrinks in secret At last
drawing her breath with a sudden quiek
ness, born of determination, she opens a
drawer in a cabinet, and taking from it a
little volume she opens the library door,
and turning to the right walks swiftly
down the corridor. ;
From out the shadow a figure sdvances
toward her, a figure bent and uncomely,
that tries in vain to avoid the meeting
with her, and to get out of sight before
recognition sets in. It is the old man
Slyme. As she sees him there return to
Tortia the memory of many other times
wheu she has met him here in this corri
dor, with apparently no meaning for his
presence. Some unaccountable and ut
terly vague feeling of dislike for this man
has bren hers ever since she first sjiw
him. He is repugnant to her in a remark
able degree, considering bow little he Teas
to do with her life in any way.
"He seems to haant this part of the
bouse," she says to herself now, uncom
fortably. "If I were Fabian 1 should
hate to know there was a chance of meet
ing him every time I opened my door."
When ahe has passed, the secretiry
raises his eyes and watches her departing
form furtively. There Is great cunning
mixed with malignity and resentment
in bis glance. He mutters something In
audible, that carries no blessing in its
tones, but yet, as though fascinated by her
beauty, be stands still and follows ench
step she takes upon the polished oaken
flooring.
As she stops at a particular door, bis
whole face changes, and satisfied malice
takes the place of resentment.
'"Kren such pride can stoop," he mut
ters, with a half-druuken chuckle. "And
it is I, my fine lady who can scarce
breathe when I am by that have power
to wring your proud heart."
He turns, and shambles on toward his
own den. Portia's steps hsve grown
slower as she gets nesrer to the door be
fore which Slyme has seen her stop. Her
eyes huve sought the ground; all along the
floor her image may be seen, lengthened,
but clear; almost with every step fbe
seems to tread upon herself. As he
reaches Ae door she hesitates, and then
lifts her hand na if with the intention of
knocking. But again she pauses, and her
baud drops to her side. A if more ner
vous than ahe care to own, she leans
against the lintel of the door, as one
might, desirous of support Then the
weakness vanishes; fastening her teeth
upon her under bp she rouses herself,
and tapping gently bnt distinctly upon
one of the panels, awaits an answer.
Presently she gets it "Come in," Mid
Fabian's voice, clear. Indifferent; and
slowly turning the handle she enters the
room. The lamp are slight; a fire is
burning In the grate. At the upper tnble
of this room, that is his study, his very
ssnctnm sanctorum, Fabian Is sitting
with some papers and books before him.
At tirht, being unconscious of who bis
visitor is, he does not lift his head, but
now, seeing her, he rises quickly te his
feet and says:
"YouT' in sccents of the most scnte
surprise. "Can I do something for you?"
"Thank you, no." Her little coW hands
are nervously twined around the book she
holds. Speech has cruellly deserted her;
a sob has risen in ber throat and she is
battling with it so fiercely that for a mo
ment ebe can say nothing. Then she
conquers, and almost piteously she lay
the book upon the very edge of the table
nearest her, and says with difficulty:
"I brought yon this. At breakfast this
morning you said you had not read It;
and to night 1 knew you would be alone,
and I thought it is The Europeans' It
might help you to while away an hour."
H'jr voice dies away, and again silence
follows It She Is really frightened d.jw.
She ha met many men, has been the sc
know iMged beauty of s Iondon season,
has had great homage laid st her feet;
but no man has had the power to make
ber hetrt weaken, until she met this man.
upon whom disgrace He hesvy. It is Kis
met! Bbe feels eold now, and miserable,
and humbled before him wbo should sure
ly be bumbled before her. -
"It was kind of you to think of me,"
say Fr.bian, coldly; "too kind. But there
nre some matters of importance I must
get through to-night, and I fear I (ball
not have time for fiction."
She take up the book again, the little
instrument that betray hi . determina
tka to accept a benefits at bar bands,
and move toward tbt door. Coming
quickly 'dp to her, that be may open the
door, he tuads between ber aad H, sad
atop bar. ' ,- t
"As yon are here," bt aaya, 1ot me
look at yon. Retunuber I have n
TSft&XX Ui a UTI aeToWr
If asastiiabed ar bis renaest
she
ttaodo-ajisilr stilt, and, letting bar round.
bsWB) SOBW feaag kwswly before, ber, with
er aas clasped, sb lets hua gaie at
ber. tweet fairness in utter silence. It
fake him some time. Then
' "Ton are very pale," he says no snore.
Not a word of praise escapes iilm.
She is woman enough to feel chagrin
at ihML aad discontent. Has her class
tied to ber, then if One small word of nn-
pro nation, even about her gown, would
have beea sweet to her at this moment.
. Is she so very pale? I It that this
white gown does not become her? A
quick dislike to the beautiful robe and
only an boar ao she regarded it with
positive affection now takes possession
f ber. - ' -
. "I am always pale," she says, with sub
dued resentment
"Not always. To-night one hardly
knows where your dress ends, and where
you begin." She has hardly had lime to
wonder if this is a compliment or the
other thing, when' he goes on again: "I
don't think I ever saw you in white be
fore," he says.
"No, and it is probable you will never
see me in it again," she says, petulantly.
"I dislike it. It is cold and unbecoming,
I think."
And then a peculiar smile that, some
how, angers her excessively, grows round
his lips, and lingers there.
"Yes," he answers, slowly; "you are
looking admirably you are looking all
you can possibly desire to-night."
one is deeply angered. She tnrns iib-
ruptly and, passing him, goes quickly to
the door.
"I am keeping you from your work,"
says Portia. "Go back to it. I know I
should not have come here to disturb you,
and "
"Do not say that" be interrupts ber
eagerly. "I deserve it, I know, but
do not. I have lost all Interest In my
work. I cannot return to It to-night. And
that book you brought, let me have It
now, will you? I shall be glad of it by
and by.
"I came to make friends with you.
wanted to be friends with you, and
i ej, i snow, l received you ungra
clonaly; I grant It; but was there nothing
for me to forgive? And even If 1 was
unpardonably ungrateful for your kind
ness, is that so heavy a crime that
should be punished for it with what Is
worse than death? Portia, I entreat you
put your hsad in mine before you leave
me.
. lie is very pale, and there is a very
agony of expectation In his dark eyes
But jet she stands irresolute, not see1 us
his agony, because her head Is bent with
her fslr arms stfll hanging before her,
with ber fingers closely Intertwined. He
can k.ok unrebuked upon her beauty, tip-
on the rounded whiteness of her arms.
upon the tumultuous rise and fall of her
bosom, upon the little shaped perfect
head, that might well have graced i
throne.
Each rich charm In her lovely, down
cast face Is clear to him; a great yearning
take possession of hi breust: an uncon
querable desire to tell ber all he feels for
her. There have been moments when
he has thought he must fall at her feet
and laying hold of the hem of ber gar
ment, cry aloud to her from out his heart'
wild longing, "I have gone mad! I love
you! Let me die!" -
"Go," he says, without looking at ber,
in a voice from which all warmth and
feeling of any sort, be it anger or regret,
has liuwn. "There 1 no reason at all
why you should waste even one kind word
or touch upon me. I was mad to ask it.1
At this, life returns to her. Her :ips
quiver; she lift her eje to his, and such
is the force of her regard that he is con
strained, sorely against his will, to return
it. Then he can see her eye are full of
tears great liquid-loving drops thst
tremble to their fall; and even as he
watches them, in painful wonder, they
from ber lids and run all down her pale
but tounded cheeks.
She holds out to him not one, but two
bands. Her whole face changes, a glad
ness, that has In it something of Heaven
fills bis eye. Taking the little trembling
hands softly In his own, be lay them on
his bentlng heart. ' For a moment only,
then he lets them fall; and then, before
tbis 4t me joy has quite left him, he finds
himself alone.
CHAPTEK X.
The ball is over. The last guest has de
parted. Portia has wished "good-night"
to a very sleepy Dulce, and has gone up
stairs to ber own room. In the corridor
where ahe sleep, Fabian sleep too, and
as she passe hs door lightly on tiptoe,
she finds that his door 1 half open, and.
hesitating, wonder with a quick pang at
ber heart why this should be the case
Summoning courage she advances softly
over his threshold, and then sees .hat the
bed within is unoccupied, thst to-night at
least Its master I unknown to it.
A shade darken her face; stepping back
on to the corridor ahe think deeply for a
moment and then laying aside her candle
on a bracket near, she goes noiselessly
down the stairs again, across the silent
balls, and opening the hall door, steps out
into the coming dawn. Over the gravel,
over the grasa, through the quiet pleas
ance, she goes unswervingly past the
dark-green laurels into the flower garden,
and close to the murmuring streamlet to
where a little patch of moss-grown sward
can t seen surrounded by aged elms.
Here she finds him! He is asleep! He Is
lying en his bsck, with bis srnus behind
his tired head, and bis beautiful face up
lifted to the heaven. Upon hi long dark
lasbes lie signs of bitter tears. Stoopng
over him, Portia gazes on him long and
earnestly, and then, a no dew lies upon
the grass, she sits down beside him, and
taking her knees into ber embrace, stays
there silent but close to him, her oyes
fixed upon the "patient stars," that are at
last growing pale with thought of the
eomlnir morn.
lie stirs! His eyes open. He tnrns rest
lessly, and then a waking dream is his.
Bat is it a dream? He ia looking into
Portia's eyes, and she she does not turn
from blni, but in a calm, curious fashion
returns the gaze, as one might to whom
hope and passion are a thing forgotten.
No word escape him. He does not even
change his position, bnt lies, looking np
at ber in silent wonder. Presently bt
lifts hi hand, and slowly cover with it
one of ber lying on the grass near hi
bead.
"Ut life! My love!" he murmurs at
last the words passing the lips a If they
were one faint sigh, bnt yet not so faint
bat she may bear them.
Her arm trembles la bit aaabract; aJ
saoat ah tars to giv herself into hi
keeping forever, when a soaad, brtakiag
an great ttUlaass, eh age th fast af at)
thing. Wa It a twig snapping, or th
rash af th brooklet bey aad f at tbt etear
Mba
UUt lIUws. lm ill II
tnmnce t stums t ber, and kaewhjdgs and
wisdom is wtrh her again.
Tp 'live whh 'stained Hf however
dar: to feel his shsme 4s v kv ! ta
distrust a later action bseaus of a for-
mer one, to draw miserable and degrading
couclusious from a sin gone by, - Not Her
lip quiver. Her heart dies within her.
She turns her eye to the fast reddening
sky, and, with ber gaze thus fixed on
Heaven, registers an oath. ' .' " '
"As she may not marry him whom sb
loves, never will she be wife to living
manr
"Must there be grief for yen, too, my
own sweetheart?" ssy Fabian; and then
he lays his arms around her and draws
her t-j him; and holds her close to bis
heart, until her sobs die away through
pure exhaustion. But he never bends
his head to hers, or seeks to press hi
lips to those that are sweet and dear
beyond expression but that never can be
his. Even at this supreme moment h
strives to spsre her a passing ping.
"Were she to kiss me now," he tell
himself, "out of the depths of her heart,
when the cold passionless morning came
to her she would regret it," and so he re
frains from the embrace !e would have
sold his best to gain.
"How tun the world be so fair," she
says. "How can it smile, and grow, and
brighten into life, when there Is no life
for "
She breaks down.
"For us," he finihes for her, slowly;
and there is great joy In the blending of
her name with his. "Yes, I know; It Is
what you would have said. Forgive inc,
my best beloved; but I am glad In the
thought that we griere together."
"it Is for the last time," she says, In a
broken voice.
And be say: "Yes, for th very list
time."
He never trie to combat her resolution
to slsy the foe that Is desolating his life
and hers. Hs submits to cruel fate with
out a murmur.
"Put your face to mine," she says, o
faintly that he can hardly hear her; and
then once more he holds her in his arms,
and presses her against bis heart.
How long she lies there neither of them
ever knows; but presently, with a sigh,
she comes bsck to the ssd present and
lifts her head, and looks mournfully up
on tb quiet earth. And even as ahe looks
the day breaks at last with a rush, and
the red sunshine, coming up from the un
known, floods all the world with beauty.
(To be continued.)
To See the Men on Mars.
Prof. Lowe predicts that, by reason
of the Invention of a new style of tele
scope, by the year 1900, we will be able
to see the men on Mara, If there are
any there, and to examine almost-as
closely Into affairs there as If we were
only removed from the surface by the
height of one of our sky-acraplng
building. Prof. Lowe la an enthusl
ast, bat so many marvelous and seem
lngly Impossible things have been ac
compllshed of late that we have come
to believe that nothing Is Impoasiole.
If the telescope does what he predicts
It will not only be available for set
tling the Intensely interesting ques
tions as to the state of things on this
ulster world, but it will bring Infinitely
nearer to us all the stars and planet,
will doubtless reveal thousands of new
bodies that circulate In space, while It
will add to our knowledge of the com
position of bodies which now sorely
puzzle us.
It will let us Into many of the secrets
of creation which were heretofore hid
den. We will most likely find out def
initely what comets are composed of
and will penetrate the secrets of th
nebulae. And if one we are able to
carry human sight through millions of
mile and discern an object the size of
a man, may we not begin to hope that
many of the fanciful stories of visits
to the other worldB may be able to do
Journeying about the universe, paying
visit to people who live near th north
star, or sending colonies to settle on un
occupied worlds In the Milky Way?
Pittsburg Times.
Found a Petrified Foot.
While digging for bait with wh'ch to
go afwihUig the other day, little Johnny
Began, of Lenul, Delaware County,
discovered a small stone Jar, and on
emptying It several small piece of
leather were found at the bottom. On
digging farther down an Indian's tn Oc
eania -was found, which contained a
petrified foot, evidently belonging to a
fallen brave.
It was tb custom of the Lennl Lena
pe tribe, which formerly Infested that
region, to bnry all belonging of a fall
en warrior with bis body, and th
piece of leather found In the atone jar
were evidently need a money by the
Indian In those day. Johnny has had
numerous visitors since making his
queer And, and many of his compan
ions and some of the older folks are
now scouring the vicinity of the dis
covery In the nope of meeting with
similar success. The moccasin found
by Johnny la an extremely large one,
aou at his father's suggentlon be has
decided to have It made Into watch
pocket, two of which be will give to
historical societies in Philadelphia. Ar
row beads and tomahawks have been
frequently found la tbis neighborhood.
Philadelphia Record.
A Centenarian Wbo Works Dally.
Probably the oldest citizen of Ameri
ca engaged in aauy ton ror wage is
Barney Morrla, whose duty la to keep
patha and flower beds In Prciect
Park, Brooklyn, free from waste paper
and rubbish. Jane 10 laat Barney cele
brated bla lOfitb birthday. He was
born In Temple Court Pariah, County
Caran, Ireland, and came to this coun
try nrveDty-flv year ago. Aside from
bit wrinkled akin, the only sign of his
great age It the absence of teeth. His
hair ha been the same ahadl of Iron
gray far twenty yean.
a maa grow oidr, bla Idea of
noma beoomea a place, what ha can
rest, without any aots to worry him.
AAfsThload wamaa'i Ida la that
dtmaer leaft gvd anles tb
hwt esMfCb) tt lxri ywof tsaUtsaV' ' ' '
ng bird
near
r sn n (cn a c j i l
Ice Hsue in the Kara.
The Idea that a costly Ice-house la
requisite for the profitable storage of
lee Is not borne out by those who have
Improvised Ktoragc at coniiuratlvely
trifling exiK-n.se, says the Juurcial of
Agriculture. A corner In the barn can
be adapted ly any farmer at all lwuxly
w ith tools, at a cost exceedingly small
when compared with the advantages
which liberal supply of Ice during the
heated season villi confer.
The awoniiKinylng Illustration gives
an idea for au lce-bouee In a Iwrn, and
a few bint on points rm-efcsary to be
ICE IIOl'SR IN CORN F H OP T1ARX.
obwrved In Its construction, etc., will
be uaeful A supply of eighteen tons
of Ice can be stored In a space of twelve
feet square and ten feet high. In bulld
Ins; an Ice-house, tine chief jlnts to be
considered are the exclusion of atr from
under or around the body of Ice; proiier
ventilation over the Ice, and proper sur
face draining around the h-e-housc.
Any little crack that admits of the in
flow of warm air will play havoc with
a body of Ice. Hence waterproof paper
should Interline the walls, to as to ex
clude every possible chance for the ad
mission of a current of air. If there be
too much sawdust placed around Ice It
Is liable to ferment and develop heat to
such an exu-nt as to melt the Ice. Four
Inches of tvawdUKt or chaff Is sufficient
to place under the Ice, and eight laches
1b BUfflcIent on the sld of a house
with a single -wall, and four laches In
case of a twin wall. A twin wall la
made by boxing the studding on both
plats and sills, so that they shall alter
nate with each other. Two by six may
be ued, and they may be placed two
feet aiart; twelve-lwh board will an
swer for plates and illa. This permits
each atnddlisK to project two inches
paKt the center of the wall and pre
vents the air current from setting. The
arnddinc must 1k papered with water
proof paper and thn celled.
Cnttinic Clover for t owls,
Cut clover has come to be recognized
as one of the best of bulky winter
food; for poultry. A clover cutter is
exceed lngly convenient, bet where
such a machine Is not at hand a home
made euLtej- can be dcvlsud. Take a
stout" block of wood, with smooth top,
and build a box about it, using the
block for the bottom of the box, a
liOMR-MAUB CLOVBB CUTTXB.
shown in the cut The cutter It a
pestle-shaped affair, square at th
lower end. To this are attached three
sharpened uteel plates, as suggested.
Set them Into the wood and bolt se
curely. Any blacksmith can make
the plates, and they can be sharpened
on the grindstone. With thl, one caa
cut up clover as the housewife chops
meat In her tray, but a few moments
being required to cut sufficient for a
large flock. Orange Judd Fanner.
Home Ilont's for Fathers.
Don't lean down too hard when the
boy Is turning the grindstone; thl la
one of the cause of boys leaving the
rartn.
Don't expect the boy to keen up with
you and the hired men, and run er
rand or carry water at th same rime.
Don't eipect a boy to maintain an
angelic dlspoMltlon If, after working
hard all day, he is expected to eat at
the second table.
Don't give tli boy a lamb or calf to
raise which would have died If be bad
not attended to It and let It grow op to
be dad sheep or cow.
Don't continue to treat the boy as If
be had no sense, but consult wrth him
occasionally; be may possibly know
more than you do.
Don't rare and storm because the
hoy wast aome Urn to tinker; b
may Utonhrb you with aome of bla
work. '
Don't tell tbe boy h can go hunting
or fishing Saturday and tbea bitch on
a day's work before be goes. U la not
fair.
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OMftlag fHlllng AppU Trees.
On every farm there are agit to b
or mm apple seedJrnga, which
ICwas la osVMM of ttto tame W etltor
Ij JT
out of the way place, and often i
a helgli of six to eight feet before I
are noticed. The beM use that caa hw
made of such tree is to graft mtm
without triiplanl1ng In10 "u) "
rk-tj that Is productive and proillhbi
iu the neighborhood. A tearing ajg
tree that ba salable fruit ia Wms
able InveHtaient. It Is likely to tM
the more irmduetlve If tb tree hi I
ted lusted of bedne In an orrtjaWnV
the seeding is left to grow up
being grafted Its fruit stands Just J
one chance In a hundred of being t
lathering. 'alia'.
Farm Telephone.'''
There Is no reason why farmers
erally should longer delay to ava
tl .nselves of the advantage of sa
phones. The plan U to form losjtrnl
telephone companies to buy; the hnv
proved a)llance and constroft a
farm telplione system tbavt will pa
each subscriber In connection, with ha
neighborhood and with the osjuahto
world. In Gibson County, Indlaam,
they have already "caugbf on," and th
enterprising farmers of that sitttaai
have uiany lines connecting town subs
farms. , t , i-
In another farming locality we know
of there Is a central exchange wbbjh
connects fourteen line running Into
the country and to other towns. A doe
en 'phones or more are connected with
each line. One farmer la that county
can talk to five hundred farmers hi
that and adjoining counties. The aa
chanc are all on the mutual pnUtetgha,
The central station is conducted by a
young lady, who receives W a yeast
from farmers wbo have 'phone, aasl
collects from persons wbo bare a h
struments but want to nee them. A.
cheaper system of constructing twitch
boards has been discovered. ,Th)
Kwitctrboard for the use of the
nlty above mentioned acxiiiiiiniJto
fifteen lines and costs lea than m, h
trig made by local mechanics. Of to
Date. 4 i ;; rr
Crats far Movlaa Aalnsalsa '
1 1 I often deoirable to mo? a I
animal from one building to ai
or from one pasture encloaiir to aa
other. ' leading or driving a ck)t, mm
or pig i attended with dJnVflttoa,
mcy win go in company ,wita
COVBI!CT asiaiti'lfelTS
but decidedly object to going
The cut shows a crate on wheel, '
handle peruilHln; It to be uad a h
wheelbarrow. luto tbis "t Ttf gaf
mal can be driven, tb door cloaedTaaat
the crate wheeled away. It rrfli alt)
1m found a very useful contrivance ha
bringing In calves that have been drf
ped by their Uiin Iu lh uittflltr-
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Feed vs. Past a re.
Tbe amount of gwn food that can b
grown upon an acre of land and M
to cattle from tbe first apptuue f
rye or crimson clover In early aprtng
until hits In the fall Is many lima ms
than that which can be obtained on th
same area used as pasture. While OH
the pasture tbe entile are subjected to
storms, many Insects, and during dry
seuMon they must perform eotuMar
able work to aeenre as much food a
they desire. As green crop may ba
cut at any time and several mtlng
can be made In a aenson, tbt now of
milk will be greater than when, th
cow are oa pasture. While teas tajHt
la required In posturing tb row, a
smaller proportion of hind can be usmi
under tbe aolBng or green food eyWsaa.
' Viae and Trellises.
Many people are prevented
planting grape vines under the
that tbe putting up of the treUia bt c
dlflkult and expensive thing to dsx
But the flrst year a light otak will ba
all thai la required to train tb mngW
shoot to, and even the second yeas,
when two or throe bunches of grapaa
may be grown, the stake will ba al
that la required. A trekUs mad kry
setting posts sis feet apart and Bra
feet high above the surface of th
rroud will accommodate a tingle via.
For supportswire should be stretch
between the post, but these wire masi
not be left tight when coVI weaihaa
conies on, as the contraction of th
wire by cold will surely break them.
The Growing of Faranla..
The parsnip naturally puts lta roj
down more deeply than any other of
t he esculent root. It needa a rich soil.
If the subsoil baa not been enriched M
should ba pulrverized with a tunaoU
plow, and not brought to tb surface
We nave seen parsnip that wart fall
XI Inches long, of which all th growb
except two or three Inches was below
the ground, in harvesting vvnkm
a furrow should be thrown fronlb.
rowa, leaving the aide of tb ftrrow a
do) a possible to tbe root.' So nmt
Ik iM-ttcr than the parsnip for- milch
COW.
Trim the Orsp vines,
If the grapevine have not ba
trimmed aad tbe old wood cot oat of
lTT'r it
mmam SNSXOfe th Bsa
war. wort tabdmt
otom on th a'
toad cvctlng hack
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