ER1CAN HOME ft-ARAD FORD -■ EDITOR <4 Mr. William A. Radford will answer questions and give advice FREE OF "JOST on all subjects pertaining to the subject of building for tue readers of this paper. On account of his wid<- expe rience as Editor. Author and Manufac turer, lie is. without doubt, the highest authority on all these subjects. Address all inquiries to William A. Radford. No. 1S4 Fifth Ave.. Chicago. 111., and only enclose two-cent stamp for reply. A good, comfortable, roomy house is shown in this plan. It presents a j good, comfortable appearance from ; the outside, and the inside is just as comfortable as it looks. There is a ! great deal of room downstairs, and I there is room enough upstairs for ! three good bedrooms and consider- ! able storage under the sloping roof 1 both front and back. Then the thin j edges of the roof is utilized to ad vantage to cover both porches. There are many ways of building porches. It seems necessary to de- I sign a special style of porch for each ; house built, a porch that suits out- j house will not do for another. I have j often seen it tried, but it looks like j some borrowed attachment tacked oil ! for some special occasion. This style j of porch is about as old as anything j we have. Our grandfathers used to : build porches like this and partition ; off small bedrooms on each end of it. - We don't do that any more. We j slept at grandfather’s house in the winter time a good many years ago j in one of these porch bedrooms, and nearly froze to death. The experi- i ence has been handed down in his- j tory for the edification and warning of all builders. 1 had a friend who j bought a New England house built in that way for a summer home. It worked all right in hot weather, and he enjoyed the novelty of living in a house 150 years old. but he organ ized a winter house party and that was the mistake of his life. He and his friends had been accustomed to fctearn-heated houses and offices, and did not know enough to put on four suits of woolen underwear for this have seen large shade trees success fully moved in the winter time. It seems a long time to wait for a shade tree to grow from a whipstock, and L often think it pays well to move a good tree and plant it just where it will do the most good. Trees six inches in diameter may be handled by digging a trench in the fall and tipping them over after the ground freezes. Such trees may be hauled some distance by using a lever over the back axel of an ordi nary farm wagon. Of course, consid erable pruning is necessary, and the trees must be stayed with heavy Second Floor Plan. wire guys from at least three differ ent directions to prevent the wind from loosening the roots, and the guys must remain in place all sum mer, but the second year if every thing works well, the tree is well rooted, and worth a great deal more than the price of moving it. The building of a home should lie extremely interesting to every rightly especial occasion. Grandfather used to wear two woolen shirts, and that is the reason he did not freeze to death when he slept in a box in one end of his porch in winter time. I would rather sleep in the barn with the cows than to repeat my experience in that old porch wing bedroom with ho means of heating except the old fashioned wood stove away off in the sitting-room. i This house is 34 feet wide by 44 feet long, which size accounts for the large rooms laid out in the plan. You can have four rooms and a hall downstairs in a great less space, but you must make up your mind to do without something. For instance, if Ground Floor Plan. I you wanted to swing a cat, you might have to go outdoors to do it, but this house is not necessarily very ex pensive. In locations where mate rial may be had at reasonable prices, and carpenter work, say, at two dol lars per day, the house should be built complete for less than $1,800-. I like to see plenty of room in a house. The family is almost certain to use all of it at times, and a big house with large rooms is an induce ment to the members of the family to surround themselves with articles of .furniture and ornaments that add to jthe appearance, comfort and luxuri ous surroundings of every member. This style of house should be sur rounded with shrubbery and a few juice shade trees. No house looks like a home without such embellishments. [The house itself may be a shelter, but Jit is a bleak, bare-looking concern {without green decorations. It takes time to grow shade trees, but flowers {spring up in a night, especially it ■you buy the plants from a green {house. By making proper selections It is quite possible to have a good {showing of annuals the first year. I [ constructed person. The word home means a good deal. Too many of our expensive houses that are occupied by intelligent persons cannot prop erly be called homes because the home sentiment is lacking. In or der to have a home each member of the family must do their share to wards making it. There is a great satisfaction in devising plans and means for the comfort of other mem bers of the family. A consultation occasionally about the little affairs that affect home life are interesting, and they help to bind the members of the family together in sympathy. There may be a bond of sympathy between the members of the family for a short time without any ap parent outside indications, but very soon the house occupied by such a family will take on an air of comfort and sociability, neighbors will drop in occasionally because they like to do so. There is an attraction that calls them, and they like to respond. It would be' difficult to explain just what the homely influence is. It does not consist of any one thing, ft is a composite born of good man agement and fostered by good fel lowship, and the influence extends beyond the family circle and the neighbors are benefited. Real homes seem to require that the family shall own the house it is living in. I have seen a great deal of comfort in rent ed houses, but the greatest satisfac tion in life is to be found in a me dium sized comfortable house that has been built and paid for by econ omy and hard labor. Such houses are homes, and they are appreciated. ODD PLACE FOR PROPOSAL Young Man Made Happy While Bath ing with His Inamorata at the Seashore. Atlantic City, N. J.—A day’s outing at the seashore had a romantic ter mination for two excursionists. Charles W. Kay, 38 years old, a book keeper from Philadelphia, and Miss Magdalena Euker, 24 years old, ot Folsom, this state, were bathing in the breakers when Kay suddenly screwed up courage to pop the ques tion. A big wave drenched them at that moment, and Miss Euker emerged sputtering and blowing salt water from her mouth and nose. Between gurgles, however, Kay got the answer that will make him a happy man for the rest of his life. The couple decided to surprise their friends, and the pair presented them selves at the parsonage of the First Baptist church, where the nuptial knot was tied by Rev. Jennings O’B. Lowry. WORK AND WORRY COMPARED. The Former a Blessing, the Last a Veritable Destroyer. Work means exercise, movement, latent energy set free, and hence it means life and health to the tissues and renewed vigor to the organs; also as It strengthens the body and in creases its physical powers of resist ance it strengthens the will, teaching patience, perseverance and fortitude; and with the hope of future success is born the courage to persevere. It is not the bedmaking, dishwash ing, sweeping, cooking, or laundry work that wears you out, for these homely duties of the housekeeper are most wholesome one3, and the regular bodily exercise—varied as it is—that such work inevitably carries with it conducive to health and strength, not sickness and death. No, it is not your work that is kill ing you; you are no worse off physical ly for having to do without a servant; and, indeed, you not only need not be worse off, but would be actually better off if you but willed It so, for it is the way you take your work, the fact of your allowing your work to fret and worry you. and not the work itself that wears upon your nerves and tem per, robs you of your self-control, ruins In a short time your disposition, and eventually your health itself, de clares Mme. Hebe, in the Chicago In ter-Ocean. If only I could help all you dear “homemakers” to see this and realize the actual physical benefit that may be derived from your daily work if you but approach the same with a new spirit—a spirit to do and do heartily each homely duty as it comes to hand—I should feel that 1 had in deed accomplished some good in this beautiful world of ours. Worry brings gray hairs and wrinkles, ugly frowns, and soured tern pers; but work brings health and sun shin*, good digestion, and real enjoy ,ment of the good things of this life. Worry can take all the pleasure out of daily duties and do more harm tc the tissues and organs than many hours of gymnastic training or spe cial massage can cure: but work gives them wholesome exercise and makes the body strong in all ways. Work, mated with worry, however, makes a sorry team indeed, and the unhappy victim who rides behind such a pair is to be pitied. A KNITTED HOOD FOR THE BABY Full Directions for Making a Pretty Pink and White Hood. Use two skeins of pink, one skein of cream white Dresden Saxony yarn, one set of No. 16 steel needles, two yards of No. 7 ribbon. Begin the hood at the back, using pink yarn. Cast on 18 stitches. 1st row—Four purl, 2 plain. 4 purl, 2 plain, repeat to the end of the needle. 2d row—Reverse the stitches of first needle. 3d row—One purl(*i 2 plain, 4 purl, repeat from (* > 4th row—Reverse the stitches ot third needle. 5th row—Repeat from first needle Knit 18 rows, following the pat tern. In the next 20 rows, increase 1 stitch in each end of needle every other row. Knit 34 more rows. Then decrease the same as you have increased (10 times at each end of needle every other row I. Take up the sides and add to the 18 stitches on the needle. Knit 64 needles. Take 82 stitches on a separate needle and knit them back and forth, taking 1 stitch In every row from the side needle to the 32 already on the needle, until there are 48 stitches left on each side of the needle. Knit two rows across, bind off. Take up all the stitches around the front of the hood and knit 34 plain rows, bind off. Finish with strings of ribbon, headed by rosettes, to tie.— Boston Budget. Porch Rugs. In the large rugs to he used in the center of a room on a hardwood floor or on a porch where a room is fitted out on it, the large Shakis are most serviceable and are particularly ef fective, for they come in such pretty browns, greens, tans, with just a sug gestion of color in the body made by the introduction of conventionalized Indian arrows, a combination of deli cate reds, pinks, greens, oranges, etc. Across either end they are finished with a border in tones to match the colors in the arrows and in a white fringe. These rugs are reversible and the colors are all fast, and for that reason they will be found par ticularly satisfactory for use on a porch or where they are constantly ex posed to the rain and sun. Doilies. The round doilies, made of left over bits of linen or table damask, and fin ished quite simply with a scallop, have lost none of their popularity. But var iations of the original theme are being developed from time to time. Dotted, damask—the good old staple kind which is in use for tablecloths and napkins in nine out of ten houses— makes the newest of them. Both tht. squares and dots are used, but usually only the smallest size of either. Th& scallop is embroidered heavily and sometimes a smaller circle described inside, a couple of inches away from the edge, the scallop reversed, so that the firm edge comes nearer the center. Colored Waeh Goods. Pink is the most fashionable color this season, but it is always a great question, how much pink linen, mus lin or other wash goods will fade after laundering. To keep the color. Instead of using bluing in the last water get a piece of clean red calico, enough to color the water. Wash it out until the water is tinted; pass your pink dress through it and the color will be as bright as when new. Lavender ma terial Is benefited by using bluing with the red stained water until the violet tint appears. The Immortal John. “Now, Harold.' asked an Evansfoir teacher, “can you tell me who signed the Declaration of Independence?” “Yes, Miss Blankston, John Han cock and a lot of other men,- bat -I don't remember their names.” ABOUND XBASES Chick Fraser, Pitcher, Expert with the Lasso. It Is not generally known that the Cincinnati Reds have a cowboy novi tiate on their team, and that during the coming winter he hopes to de velop into a regular ranchero. Chick Fraser, the twirler secured from Bos ton, is -the pseudo kflight of the lasso, and before another spring training comes around the clever twirler ex pects to be so expert with the rope and the cayuse—said cayuse being a small Indan pony—that goes with the lariat, that he will enter some of the steer-roping competitions that are held in and around Marlin Springs, where the Reds again will do their preliminary work. “I spent a goodly part of last win ter on Fred Clarke's ranch in Kan sas,” said Chick, "and there acquired the art of tossing the lasso over the head or hoofs of flying cattle. Clarke’s brother has a large number of cattle, and on a certain day, when there was to be a dehorning bee. he allowed Fred and me to try our hands at lassooing steers. The first cast I made I got my noose right around the fastest amateur team in the north west. Sitting Bull is as good an umpire as his father was a fighter. There is no playing with him. When he makes a decision it “goes.” And he does not get excited. "I never thought I would hold an indicator in a baseball diamond,” he said. “I started to be a referee in lacrosse games and finally got to holding the indicator for the Indian teams near Fort Robinson. Then the colored regiment at Fort Valentine had two ball teams, and f held the indicator for them. Now 1 am an enthusiast in the baseball game, and take as much interest in the game as the bleachers.” Sitting Bull denies that his father was ever the murderer that the school histories and common report picture him. “My father was a brave man. who fought in the open,” he said, in speaking of the injustice done Ms family. He never engaged in anything else but honorable warfare. He was never a murderer or a sneaking prowl er, nor a trouble maker for the white settlers, or attacked helpless emi grants. “As to his participation in the Cus ter massacre, he was not even on the scene at that time, and was not then a chief of our tribe. Crazy Horse, and not Sitting Bull, was the real leader of the Sioux in the massacre of Cus ter and the Seventh Cavalry. He and Gall were the chiefs who led the In dians on that fatal day. I remember Crazy Horse, and have heard my fa ; ther speak of him. He was a chief i of great intelligence, a fine-looking In i dian of medium height. How they ! ever thought my father was the lead i er is a mystery to me. Dull Knife ! and Standing Elk were both chiefs I who were at the massacre, and Dull l Knife and my father looked alike.” Rowdyism Is Defended by Baseball President. _ President Tip O’Neill, of the West ern league, is credited with giving ex THE SECRET CABINET BY GISELA DITTRICH BRITT There was a quick step in the hall. Mollie looked inquiringly across her silver basket at Jack. The Girl in Pink sat up erect and hastily smoothed tier tumbled locks. Then the door opened and Townshend peeped in. "Thought you people would be tak ing an inventory—computing the rav ages. That was an awfully jolly little dinner, Mrs. Claflin." He followed her cheery voice into the pretty room. "I saw the lights were still on, so I didn’t ring up the iactotum. Can’t tell how much 1 enjoyed it. Four o’clock, Tuesday, Miss Van Alen. Good-meht, again. Tlie door had almost closed behind him when Mollie Claflin sprang for ward, the silver dropping with a crash into the basket. “Oh, Mr. Townshend. come back!” Her soft, southern voice had in ii a note of distress. “Come right back, this minute!” He turned his six feet three quick ly about, and looked down at her ex pectantly as she stood in the doorway. She smiled up, and the flush on Un fair, laughing face deepened a bit, as she went on in her pretty, impulsive way: “Don’t you know, foolish man, that you must not go off that way! It's such bad luck to come back! Come right in here and turn around three times. One—two—three—that’s it. New, sit down!” She gave the greatcoat a gentle little push toward the sleepy hollow chair. He went down; she breathed a sigh of relief. "There, you can go now.” She held the door In vitingly open. , He sat quite still in the big, com fortable chair, and looked sternly at the other man, who was leaning negli gently against the piano. “Take her back south. Jack, befere the commonwealth finds out. We burn witches up here.” She made a little moue, and the other man shrugged his shoulders “I used to be a believer in heredity. I’m not now. I give you my word, Townshend. she has sensible ancestors. I know two of them—and look at her.” he pointed scornfully at the dainty fig ure in the pale blue crepe. “Steeped in superstition! Wears a fetish ot some sort round her neck, and has for her high priestess the wrinkledest blackest old—” A blue cloud swept across the room, a soft hand covered his lips, and a voice was raised in indignant pro test: “It isn’t! It’s only my—rabbit-fort! And you shan’t make fun of dear old Aunt Liza! And who was it that wouldn't pull with the ’Varsity crew last year, because they had lost their mascot? And—” “And who was it—” The Girl in Pink had risen and was pointing an accus- 1 ing finger at the man in the great- j coat, “that only lost week, at Bobby I Fair’s mess, wouldn’t sit down until the steward was brought in—because —there were—th-lr-te-en!” He gave one look at Jack—then, without a word, the two men bolted, pursued by little, delicious, mocking gibeA Moilie turned suddenly and looked Searchingly at the girl who had thrown herself down upon the rug. “Elizabeth Van Alen, I believe I'll tell—you— something. The strangest thing!” She came slowly toward the fire. "For three nights, Bess, I have dreamed the same thing—that in a certain place in this very house, there is something valuable, silver or gold, hidden. And. Bess, I believe it! There was no earthly reason why I should dream such a thing—I have nevpr thought of it! it just came to me. and I know Aunt Liza would say it was sent! Jack laughed at first, but last night when I woke him up and showed him—come. I’ll show you!” She sprang lightly to her feet and gathered the soft bUte draperies about her. The Girl in Pink followed quickly, as she led the way to the dining-room, straight across the parquetted floor. “Here, right behind this buffet,” she | tugged recklessly at the pretty piece of furniture. "Now, put your ear to that wall, and listen when I tap. Don’t you 1 hear—it’s hollow!” The two girls j looked at each other breathlessly. The Girl in Pink had caught the fever of i excitement that glowed in the blue ! eyes. “There isn’t another place in the whole room that sounds that way. I know, for we have a secret cabinet in the library down home—and it’i: the very identical spot of my dreams! You know, this—these apartments were once a house, one of those old colonial mansions; it belonged to Jack’s great-great-grandfather.orsome body. It’s Jaek'9 own property. He can do as he pleases, and I’ve made up my mind—he’s got to dig in there and see! And this very night!” “But, Moilie, think of the mess all over your pretty room! And won’t *a:ks in the other apartment—” “They’ve gone away. Mr. Crosby won’t be back till to-morrow—that’s why I want Jack to do it to-night. And what do I care for a mess, If only—oh, Jack, let’s do it—now!” She lifted two coaxing blue eyes to the man who had come in quietly and was standing in the doorway, watch ing the two with the shadow of a smile on his dark, handsome face. There was silence for a time. The man in the dress suit looked dreamily at the bit of tinted wall. The Girl in Pink laughed a little, nervously—her prosaic, sensible self had vanished i before the glamour of mystery, the could almost see the treasure! “Pl-e-ase, Jack.” When Moltie coaxed— The man drew a long breath. With out a word he laid aside coat and vest. He turned back the big rug. He pushed the buffet out into the room then deliberately and slowly he raised the hatchet Mollie handed him. C-r-a-c-k! Down tumbled a square of tinted wall! “O-oh, Mollie!” gasped the girl in Pink. "tio on,” said Mollie, in a low, inex orable voice. The blue eyes were un relenting. The Spartans paled into insignificance before this slender young priestess. Again the hatchet went up—the gash widened. The plaster was all down—the gray dust was settling over the pretty china and silver, over the polished table and chairs, over the blue and the pink Paris gowns, over the black and the golden heads. O-n-e! rang the tall cathedral clock. Down fell the tools with a clatter upon the floor. Mollie sprang forward wi.„ a startled cry: “Look!” the whisper sounded hoarse lv through the silence. - “Oh, look!" SUDDENLY EVERY ONE STOOD STILL. There was a glitter of silver, a gleam of gold—in the opening! Thf Girl in Pink felt a shiver creep dow: her back: her heart throbbed wildly And Mollie was right! Her dream* were true! It was sil#er—heavy, s-olid silver wrapped in soft, old, yellowed papet that plainly told of the passing of tht years. Slowly, reverently, Mollie unwrapped them piece by piece. The blue eyes were luminous, the sweet mouth trem ulous. “Now, hurry! See what else then* is—it seems to be a small secret cab inet. Oh, Jack, what will Aunt Liza say! Aren’t you glad I dreamed!" The man with the dust-covered shirt and begrimed hands pushed her gently aside. “Get back out of this mess, Mollie and let me see what is here. It must have been great-great-grandfathet Claflin’s. He was governor, and t.hi. was the mansion. Jove! I'd like tain of sugar tongs, a half-dozen silver plates of foreign make, two gold-lined goblets, and a queer low dish of silver filigree. Suddenly everyone stood still. There was a confusion of voices, a trampling of heavy feet in the hall, and the nex: moment the door was flung violently open, and two brawny policemen stood on the threshold. "Just keep your place, partner. Promanadin' ain’t the ticket just now '• The big policeman smiled pleasantly. The man in the dust-covered clothes grewr pale. “Don't lose your temper, old maa,” sang out a rheery voice from the c ill. “They’ve run me in, too. I think—it's going to be—funny.” The Girl in Pink gave a little involuntary c|y. The maa in the greatcoat smiled at her reassur ingly. Strange, she had never known before what a splendid-looking fellow he was! Any girl might be proud— Perhaps—after all— Then she retreat ed toward the library door hastily. A man, a small man, with a very red face and angry eyes, had pushed his way past the two policemen across to the table where the treasure glittered and gleamed under the electric lights. •’There ft is—every bit of it!” He pointed excitedly to the heap of silver stuff, then to the unsightly hole in the wall. “Don’t you see that! What further proof do you want? I don’t care who he is—a Claflin oil anybody else, or whether he owps the universe! He’s a blasted thief—he and his part ner there! Haven’t I been watching him skulking about the place for the last two hours! They knew I was away from home! The thief! Stealing my silver right out of—” his rage fair ly choked him, he could not say more. Mollie caught her breath. For one brief moment she looked at the group before her. Then, with a queer little sound, a curious mixture of laughter and sobs, she sank helplessly down upon the floor, a little limp, blue tning that gasped faintly: “Oh, Jack! Jack! It’s—Mr. Crosby— and—we’ve dug — Into — his — silvet closet!” SWEARING AND AFFIRMING. Judge David D. Shelby, or the Ala bama circuit court, was talking about the difference between swearing and affirming. “Whatever the difference is,” he said, "it is assuredly %ot what a cer tain old colored man understood it to be last week. “This colored man, entering the wit ness box, said he thought he wouldn’t swear. He thought he would just af firm • ' ‘‘ ‘Erastus,’ I said, ‘how Is this? A month ago, when you appeared before me, you consented readily enough to swear. Why is it that you will only affirm now?’ “ ‘Well, yo’ honah,' said Erastus, ‘del reason am dat I specks I ain’t quite ac sure about de facks o’ dls case as I wur o’ de odder.’”—N. Y. Tribune. A man has clothes to put on; a ' woman to show off. dOH/v CHahs'J Wags/£R. SH0f?r<5rop or rrr P/rrs£i/PC (M.jl.) club neck of a big boy, and in a moment he was on the ground. I was advised to quit right there and rest on my laurels, but ambition drove me on, and for some time after I looked like a fool in making wild tosses. “Eventually, however, I got the knack of the thing, and another win ter at it will see me an expert. Clarke, by the way, is as successful with the lasso as he is in managing the Pittsburg team—and there are those that say that the Pirates will win the pennant again this season.” Son of Sioux Warrior, Sitting Bull II., a Fan. Sitting Bull, son of the famous Sioux Indian warrior, umpired ama teur baseball games at the summer resort at Spirit Lake, la., recently. Some of the fastest teams in Iowa have had the Indicator held by the Indian umpire during the season, among them the Indian .team owned by Cbl. VValker, of the Chicago, Mil waukee & St. Paul Railroad company, and the Hawarden (la.) team, the pression to extreme views on rowdy ism in baseball. “I’d rather see a ballgame end in a prize-fight than in a love-feast," says O’Neill. "Give me the man with the nerve. I'm for rowdyism; I like it. A ball-player isn't supposed to be de cent. He is paid to win games, and he has to be a rowdy to get there. Let me die before I see a ball game tamed down to 15-love or a croquet match. "Managers ought to be rowdies; they’re getting paid for it. They ought to swear at their men. This makes the men work and win games. This brings the jingles and the pleased smile to the faces of the magnates. Let people go hang as long as the team's winning games and drawing crowds. Bulldoze the um pire. You’ve got to do it to get a square deal. Umpires don't know any too much about the game, and they’ve got to be coaxed along. I like to see players do this. 1 used to do it my self. I know umpires aren’t the most competent men in the business. But I want lb say that I'm no nurse for umpires. I don’t believe in feeding them from a bottle." FIELDER JONES IN FAVOR OF NEW PLACING RULES “The spit ball and foul strike rule have played havoc with hitting,” says Fielder Jones, captain-manager of the Chicago Americans. “These two causes have also brought about a de cided. change in the style of hitting. Before the foul strike was in vogue left-handed batsmen tried to hit the ball into left field. They cannot do that very well now, for in a twinkling there are two strikes on them and the pitcher has them in a hole. “Nowadays there is no picking out of balls; it is a case of hit when the ball comes over and bang away to the best of one's ability. Many batBmen with twp. balls and no strikes will hit if a good pne comes over if the pitcher Is known to have command. No use fooling with fellowB who can put the ball fiver at will—men like Young, Tannehill, Orth, Chesbro, eta There's no use waiting and a batsman will only get himself in a hole. “The foul strike has narrowed the game down to a point where the least opening can deprive a team of the game. It follows, therefore, that the responsibilities of the umpire are greater by far than ever before. In the old days batting rallies were noth ing unusual. Now they are exceedingly rare. The number of small scores in crease, and are bound to increase un der the present playing rules.” , The Nerve of Him. Junior Clerk—Young Jenkins, our invoice clerk, is the cheekiest beggar ever I came across. He was a quar ter of an hoar late in coming in this morning, and our governor held up his watch as a hint, you know, but Jenkins merely said: “What a beauti ful watch, sir; I wish I had one like it”—Short Stories.