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VOL. VI.
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NO. G.
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X-TTTL.'S CLOVCn BLOSOM. -It
BVftp Wlthla AOilSKet Mj .
.Tts twlttwl about within ribbon Wr,
An4 Just on atrial of shlnln hair
. That JittUclovsr blossom.',,, . ' t
On solace sweat roinatns ftrWitn ,
From youthful pleasures withered beam
It wakes again lord's early driun-
That little c'orer blossom;
A Utile oloTor blossom I
-.. . JX1 naught nt nil to yon,
But more than goli' .
Or gems untoKl
I prize Its fa le i hue.
It breathes ot morn and mountain brooks,
Of blrJs n been and flowing' nooks .
Tls worth a world ot musty books,
That llttls eloper blossom.
I prise It moat of all I eon ; ,
' Because itbrlngi In girlish glee
The bonnie Ias who gnye it me .
: Thnt little Oloror blossom.
,': A little clover blossom! .;
.-' It Wields a wondrous power
No words can tell ' , !
, ' Its sacred spall
Thnt little faded flower.
Samuel 51. Peek,' in Atlanta Journal,
A MISUNDERSTANDING.
'HE worid is fnlf ol
misunderstanding"-
Now,' a misunder
standing is an a wk
ward thing .the
sort of '' thing , (hat
sometimes makes
shipwreck of lives
that otherwise
would sail smooth
ly enough into the
haven whore they would be.
v This! is the story of a misunder
standing. . t .
v The very first time he saw her he
said to himself: MNow, there' the girl
I should like to marry."
' She as just his sort, hut it was the
old S of the attraction of oppo
sites, a story as old as the hills. He
was big, she was small ; he was ' dark,
she was fair ; he was quiet, she was
lively; and soon,' ad infinitum. She
certainly was a very taking little girl,
and she had a pensive way of contem
plating one with her great blue eyes
that was altogether fascinating. Bob
Helmsleigh went down . before that
look like a leaf before the wind.
Bob was not particularly clever or
musing, or, indeed, particularly any
thing but honest; Honest he was,
from the crown of his close-cropped
head to to the soles of - his military
boots,', and -as simple-minded as a
child. Hitherto he hod never been in
earnest about a woman, but ha was in
earnest now, and it was a sober, 'sol
emn, .downright, earnest. Henceforth
there would .be but one 'woman in the.
world for him. ' , ,t, .
He would have liked to take her in
those great strong arms of his and tell
her so, but suoh a course of action
was' out of the question, for she was
engaged to his old chum, Phil Mars-
den. "
i Now, Phil Marsden was the sort of
man that lady novelists describo as
"ono of . Fortune's favorites." In
plain English, he was good-looking,
well off, a thorough sportsman, a good
band at all games,- and v popular with
men and women ,' a'ike. ' A lucky mor
tal all round, bat it never occurred to
Bob to envy his friend until ho ;. saw
Owen . Warrington. . Then a new,
strange feeling stirred in Bob's honest
heart. It was not exactly jealousy,
but rather a wistful, ' patient wonder
why one fellow should have all the luok
and everything elss, while4 the other
fellows were loft out in the cold.
.. Well, .one summer the officers o!
Bob j regiment took it into their
heads to give a ball. It was a final
flare up before the th moved into
fresh quarters, and they spared neither
trouble nor expense to make it a sue
cess. At this bail Bob wasJntroducod
to the future , Mrs. Phil Marsden, and
they danced a good deal together. Bob
had a splendid swing, and Owen was
the lightest waltzer in the room, so
they went like clockwork. ..."
Owen gave Bob more waltzes than
she gave Phil, but the latter did not
seem, to mind, and that, of course,
was rather a queer state of things.
Bob notioed it, which was remarkable,
for in an ordinary way his perceptions
were just as blunt as are most men's.
"I Kay,' Miss Warrington," he ob
sevved, tentatively, (is he ; and Gwea
Went out together yet once again, '"it's
awfully good vt old Thil M let you
give rue so many tinner. ' Shows ha
lift rliUh. any doesn't it?? . -
Owen shrugged her shoulders, . and
a change came over, her expressive
face a change that Bob did not quite
like to aoo. '
'SalTlshr'sha echoed. ''Ohl 'Phil
is never solnsU .where I ni douoerned,
I can assure you, ..Mr. Helmsleigh.
Ha has no desiro to keep me all to
himself.'
. There was no obvious answer to
this speech, and Sd Bob said nothing.
As a rdattef of fact, the situation woe
just a little beyond him. ,
He thought of Owen's words after
ward, though, and of the faintly bit
ter tone in which they were uttered,
but he did not venture to broach the
subject again. It was tioklish ground.
He saw nothing more of either Phil
or Owen until the autumn, and - then
he ran into them at the house of s
mutual friend, where he had gone for
a week's shooting. This time the idea
that all: was not right . between the
lovnrs atrnak him mora fcroiblv than
before, . They were apparently on
good terms with one another, and they
never disagreed, but Phil had lost his
old genial spirits and become moody
and " discontented. He was always
either in the clouds, or swearing at
his look. Gwen had changed, too.
Her manner had grown tired and
listless,' and there was a wistful, won
dering look la her eyes that it hurt
Bob to soe. ; .
Poor bid Bob I He could tell thai
something was wrong, but he could
not make out what it was, though he
puzzled that honest head of his until
he, thought that he was going to have
brain fever. The new look in Owen's
eyes haunted him. , It was always in
his brain in the doytime, and it kept
him awake at night. He felt impelled
to' do something but what? That was
the; question.
-.-;'At lost cne day he found G wen all
by herself in the library, crying over
the fire, and that was the climax. He
never conld bear to see a woman in
tears, and when it came to the woman
he loved, why .
Miss Warrington," he said, hur
riedly. "Miss Warrington, . you are
in trouble of some sort. Will you
tell me what it is !" Then, as she did
not answer at once, his hand fell
heavily on her shoulder, and he add
ed, "For God's sake, don't cry."
Owen checked her sobs with : an
effort,' and raised her tear-dimmed
eyes to his face. : .
,Oh 1 Mr. Helmsleigh'she exclaimed,
"I am in great trouble, and and you
are so good and kind. If only you
oould help me."
"Givo me a chance," Bob returned,
shortly. "I'm a stupid sort of a chap,
I know; no good at tall talk. - But if
there's anything in the world I oau'do
for you, I'll do it. , Do you believe
me?"
, "Ob, yes," answered Owen, putting
out her hand to him with an impulsive
gesture, while the tears brimmed
over afresh. : - v .
Bob took the trembling little hand
and held it in a strong, close clasp a
clasp that seemed to carry help and
comfort with it.
"That's right," he said. "Now, let
me hear all about it. But don't cry
for pity's sake, don't cry like that.
You'll send me mad if you do. , Come,
dry your eyes.".
"It's about Phil," G wen went on,
motroioK her eyes obediently. "Of
course, iVs about Phil. Oh; Mr. Helm
sleigh, you have known Phil so much
longer than I have, and you must un
derstand him better. Can you ten
me why he is soso queer with me?"
... This was somewhat ol a facer. Joo
ran his fingers through his short dark
hair and drew a deep breath.
"Don't you know?" he asked.
G wen shook her head.
"No."
"Well. I'm blessed if I do," said
Bob.'.'.' ," .
Gwen went on in a low, hurried
tone. ' ,
"Phil bos never been to me , what
other girls lovers are to them ; uut I
don't know why. .', I only wish I did.
He seemed fond enough of me before
we were engaged, but now well, of
course the whole thing is a miserable
failure, and it get worse. It isn't
that Phil is unkind to me ; he is as
kind and good and patient as a man
could be. He considers me before
himself there is nothing he wouldn't
do for me, but but be doesn't love
me. That is the root of the wholo
matter."
Her'toioebroke'with apathetie lit
tle quiver that WCdi iUaigbl to Bob's
heart. He looked down at tad flmio
ish forlorn figure, half lost In the big
leather hair, and felt a wild impulse
to take it in tys arms. : But he re
strained the impulse- somehow. -
"Well," hesaidt a quietly t4 he
could, "it's a fiddle,' isn't it? 1 wish
I could help you to read it. Old Phil
must be a lunatic nothing less than a
lunatic." '
"No,'f Gwen answered, sadly, "he
is not a lunatic far from it but
there is something! don't understand. "
She looked up at Bob again, and laid
her hand lightly on his arm. Such a
pretty little hand. It looked like a
snowflake on his trough coat . sleeve.
"Will you do something for mef she
asked ; 'I know I can trust you, and
you are Phil's oldest friend j but you
must say if you mind very much."
Bob turned his head away, for he
dared not meet her eyes just then. But
he took bold of her hand and squeezed
it hard. ...
"Anything," he said. :
"Then," Gwen went on, "try and
find out from Phil what it is that has
como botween us, and if 1 can do any
thing to put it-sight. I have tried
and failed.? Bui you may Bucceed.
Will you. try?"
"Yes," said Bob, just as he would
have said it, if she had asked him to go
to the other end of the world for her.
That same evening he broached the
subiect to Phil. It was rather a big
fence to tackle, but he shut his eyes
and rode hard at it, going straight to
the point in his blundering, honest
WAV.
Phil hesitated a little ct first, but in
the end he told the truth.
"Ynn sftp. old chaD.".he said, "it's
like this. The whole affir is a ghastly
mistake all through. , I never pro
posed to Gwen at all." ' :
Bob gave a great start.
"You never proposed to her at alii"
he echoed. "Then how, in Heaven's,
name, aiaycra get engaged?"
"Well," said Phil, addressing him
self to the fire, "it happened in this
way. You remember Charlie Thomp
son of the th? .Well, I was staying
down in Devonshire with him last
summer, and there I met Gvran. SUa
took my fancy awfully at first, and E
seemed to take heps; so wa started a
flirtation, and that worked all right
until her sister Lily appeared on the
scene. When 1 saw her Lily, Imean
I knew I was done for. She's she'
different from other girls, - somehow.
"Well, I soon made up my mind to
ask her to. marry me, but I was a bit
shy about it, and, like a fool, before
speaking to her I thought I would try
and find ont from Gwen if there was a
ohance for me. I mentioned it to her
one evening, and tried to ass ner io
put in a good word for me ; but I must
have made an awful idiot of myself,
for, to my aorror, she thought I was
proposing to her, and before I knew
where I was she had accepted me. It
was all up with me then. I felt queer,
I can tell, Bob ; and when I found she
had really cared for me all the time,
when I thought she was only playing
me at my own game, I hadn't thepluok
to tell her the mistake she had made.
I was a coward, I know, but I literally
could not do it. I just let thiags
slide, and trusted to luck to get me
out of the scrape." You see the result
Luck deserted me for once, and here
I am stranded. I've behaved like a
fool and a scoundrel all round, and the
worst of it is no one is satisfied. I am
miserable, so is Gwen, and so is Lily
and all through a ' misunderstand
ing. Is there anything I can do to put
things straight, old chap? Without
behaving more like a scoundrel than
ever, I mean. What would you do in
my place?" t '
Bob thrust his bands deep in his
pockets and nodded his head with
great gravity. . , -
Tell the truth," he answered,
tersely; "it's the only thing you can
do, and you ought to have done it long
ago. Jove ! it's a tight fit, though. "
Phil fairly groaned. '
"If I thought Gwen had given up
caring for'me I'd tell her fast enough,"
he rejoined; "but I don't think she
has, and how can I tell her? No,,
hang it all ! I can't. I shall havo to
see the thing through . now, whate ver
comes."
Bob has silent for a moment or two,
blinking solemnly at the fire.
"Tell you wliHtit is," he said at
lo3t, "Miss Warrington has 'plenty of
pluck, and she's as straigkt as . they
make 'em. You ought to be straight
with hor, Phil. It seema to me that
the more she eaasan for you, the more
right she has to kndTf the trnth. I .
mar be wrong I'm a stupid jrt of
chap, I know but that's the way I
look at it. !
' Good old Bob! His honest heart
and simple mind had led him straight
to a truth that wiser men have pften
missed. , - , ' ,
The story is quite an old one now.
It ail happened last year, and Phil
and Lily are going to be married next
month.
And the others?
Well, it was only one day last week
that Bob said suddenly to Gwen : .
"I say, do you remember what hap
pened a year ago to-day?"
And Gwen flushed a little as she
answered: ;
"Ye?, of course I do. I was in
trouble, and I asked you to help me
and you did." '.
"And I did," said Bob, and then he
put his hand over hers as it lay idle on
the arm' of her chair,; "Tell you what
it is," he went on, looking at her with
all his honest heartin his l-.onest eyes,
"I wish you wouldlet meg. on helping
you ; through life, I mean. I'm not
much good at talking, but I know what
I mean, and I'll always do my best for
you. Will you try me? Will you
Gwen?" '
'AndOwen said: "I will" London
Truth. '
Acquired Facial Expression.
The oompressed lip so loved (and bo
often misinterpreted) by novelists is a
sign of weakness rather than strength.
It tells of perpetual oonfiiots la which
the reserves are called into the fray.
The strong will is not agitated into
strenuous action by the small worries
of the hour, and the great oooasion
which call for its whole forces are too
few to produoe a permanent impress
of this kind upon the features. The
commandinff officer, assured of his
men's obodience, doeB not habitually
keep his lip musclos in a state of ten
sion. Look at the sea captain, the
most absolute monarch on earth. He
carries authority and power in his
face, but it resides In his eye-and the
confident assurance of hie oosily set
mouth. Every spar and shaft and
muscle inhia floating renlmimust obey
him, and he knows it. xThisis proba
bly a reason w.hy tho seawaptain's and
the engine driver's show a certain
similarity of type. . The engine driver
can make hia : captive giant,strong as
ten thousand men, obey thef pressure
of his finger. His lips are usually
calm, like those of the statues of the
wielder of thunder bolts on Olympus.
Who erer saw a man commanding a
maa-of-war or driving a locomotive
with the contentious lip of a school
usher?
The typical expressions of the mem
bers of those three liberal professions
which Sir Thomas Browneisays are all
founded upon the fall of i Adam are
well enough reoognized to -have been
long the prey of the caricaturist. The
several distinctive traits of eaoh, and
the possible causes which give rise to
them, fare too complex to be dealt
within a single article. Speaking very
generally, the cleric's 'faoe is indica
tive of authority (of the thin-hpped
kind) and of a dignified sense of the
sanctity of his;, office. The doctor's
jaw and mouth are lesTTrigid, yefc tell
of decision. His eye is vigilant and
sympathetic, and his wholeifacial aspect
conveys the idea of a fund of untapped
wisdom. The lawyer's countenance is
confident and ; confidential, with a
pouncing alertness of the eye, and a
prevailing expression of weighty per
spicacity. Popular Scienoe Monthly.
Subscriptions Must Bs Ptlrf.
; A newspaper iu Illinois reoently
brought suit against forty-three men
who would not pay their subscrip
tions, and obtained judgment in each
cose for the amount of each claim.
Of these,' twenty-eight made affidavit
that they owned no more than the law
allowed them, thus preventing attach
ments Then nnder the decision of
the Supreme Court they were arrested
for petit larceny and bound -over in
the sum of '$300 each. All but six
avethebondo. The postal laws make
it petit larosny to take a paper and re
tusv t pay for it
FARM AND HOUSEHOLD.
mtrt QVICKLX AITD CAJSEFULLY. ' -
When setting and transplanting
trees and shrubbery great care should
be used not to expose the roots to sun
and wind longer, than is absolutely
necessary. ; Another important item in
transplanting ' tree's, to insure ' their
living and starting to grow at once, is
to" use very fine soil to fill the holes,
being sure that it comes in contact
with the roots at every point and is
mada very firm about them, The tree
is not safe if set carelessly in lumps
and clods and left loose ; the'first act
of growth is to start new roots, and
they want something to feeJ upon.
American Farmer.
B ARRET APPLE TRIES.
Apple trees that grow in manured
and cultivated soil run mostly to wood
and yield no fruit, Too rich a soil is
not desirable for an orchard, and the
best orchards are found on a . fairly
good ; limestone gravel that is well
drained. When the land has been
made too rich, root pruning is odvis
able. This is done by digging a trench
around the tree in the winter or late
fall, three feet deep, and putting the
roots at a distance of twelve feet or so
from the tree. The trench may be
filled with poor Boil, which wilU check
the growth of wood and tend to vthe
production of fruit buds. Bather close
pruning in the spring, just as the buds
are swelling, will have, the tamo ten
dency. This checks the growth of
leaf and turns the sap into the remain
ing branches, and fruit buds are thus
formed that will yield the next. year.
A dressing of half a bushel of lime,
air slacked, spread about . each tree,
will be useful to encourage fruit
growth. New York Times.
.
BREEDINGS AJTD FEEDDW SIIEEF.
" From an address on "Principles in
Feeding' and Breeding Sheep" given
before the students of the School of
Agrioulture, of th Ohio.State Univer
sity, by Professor Hickman "of the
Ohio Agricultural Experiment Station,
the following summary is made : .
. . It does not seem practicable to pro
duce the highest grade of wool and the
finest quality of mutton from the same
flock. s ,.
" While it is possible to obtain both
these products from the same flock,
either one or the other will be of in'
ferior quality.
The production of a superior quality
of mutton from the merino ia not
practicable.
The breeder, if fully qualified, for
his business, can breed , to suit his
fancy. The sire is the more important
factor in breeding and should be , the
production of the most careful breed
ing for a series of years ; he should
have all the qualifications of a - model
possible to unite in one anima!.
' The dam must have, first ' of all, a
good, strong constitution, next a docile
disposition, and finally the power of
transmitting these to her progeny to a
marked degree. The production of a
cross-breed cannot be relied on for re
producing a fixed type.
The ram in all coses must have the
best of care at breeding time, hus
banding his strength and requiring of
him the least possible exertion. .
The ewes at breeding time should
not be in high flesh, but in good thriv
ing oondition. Grain feeding should
be light until after the lambs have ar
rived. ...... "---;, J
. Lambs should have feed other than
that taken from the mother, after they
are five weeks old, and should have
some grain feed throughout the first
year.
Corn alone is not in general a.good
food for sheep of any : age or . kind.
Wheat bran, ground oats, and a little
oil meal are good gran i foods, and
roots, inch as mangel -wurzels . and
turnips,' are admissible ' adjuncts ; en
silage is also one of the best foods,
especially for breeding ewos.
TAtm a:cd oarpkn notes, .
...
Manure the orohard occasionally,
especially the old orchard. '
Remember that the egg shell is por
ous, and that any filth on it will affect
the inside injuriously,
Sawdust in the manure hoap repre
sents so much inert matter ; lane
plaster is an absorbent that is also a
fertilizer. , ,
Experiments in seeding oats indi
cate that eight pecks per r re is about
the oorrect amount of seed to use, tM
largest yield of grain belag tlativad'
from that quantity on tho lnd.
! One of . tho most important poiai-iia
agricultural operations is thorough ,
ness of culture. This applies not oalf
to corn and other grain crops, but 6.13
to small fruits, young orchards, 63.
It nas Deen suggested tuat in nea
borhoods where-orchards are small
young men with pluck and energy,
conld get a sproying outfit and build '
up a lucrative business spraying or-i
cnards.
A safe rule in fruit growing lata
plant good varieties, to cultivate well,
not to let them overbear, and then to
sell as near home as possible, selling
as good fruit as though you were ship
ping it away. . . .. : - V
An agricultural paper says that if
cow gets choked with an apple or
potato, holding up its bad and break
ing an egg in its mouth is a sure coral
The same remedy is iecommendedlof
horses under similar circumstances.
" Sow a plot to buckwheat for be
pasture. You will get gram enouga
to pay for , the labor, and the bees an
abundant horey supply. Buckwheat
is one of the veiy best things you can
have to feed the hens during the win. .
ter. . v(
Grass clipped from the lawn by the
lawn mower ip.ue food for f owlol '
any kind that 0 s kept in cont , , s, (
and if it is so uyod the lawC muiret
may bo made to pay for itself, and th
lawn be a source of profit aa well ai
pleasure. : i
BEC'lPES. ' j '
Prune Pie For one pie take on
cup- ol ' eooJced prnnes, . remove lai
seeds, sweeten with granulated, sugai
add a little butter and half a cupful oi
Wt 1 1 L " it. I -
cream. -i u&kq in a no uvtm wnu cu
CZUSts. : ' .. .
Lemon Vinegar Pie Four well
beaten eggs, one cup of sugar, one cup
of vinegar, a small lump of buttjr, two
tablespoonfuls - of lemon extract.'
Thicken ' the' eggs- while A beating with
two tablespoonfuls of flour -and mix
all together, ' Bake with a bdttofii -crust
only. ! - ; '
Stewed Tomatoes Peel aad slice
one quart of fresh tomatoes and pub
them into a granite or porcelain stew
pan and add a very little water. Putin
one tablespoon of butter and one of
sugar, salt and pepper to taste. ' Havo
ready one pint toasted bread, .out into
amall dice ; place in a tureen and pout
over it the boliirg tomatoes. Serve
at once. - . - .
Lemon Jelly Put one' box of golo
tine in a bowl and pour over it one
cupful of o'old water, and let it stand
over night ' In he morning grate the
rinds of two lemons; add the juice of
four and pour over it one pint of boil
ing not water, two ouptuis oi sugar.
Add to the whole the gelatine and one
cupful of cold water. Strain. This
must be made about thirea hours before-wonted.
;.
The Modern Table. of Stone. ,
Near tho foot of Drake's Hill, on th
public roadside, a shorts distance cast
of Bristol, Vt., ;stauda a rock or psv
tural bowlder, upon which, in letteru
six inches long and one inch deep, ia
engraved the whole ot the Lord's
prayer. Daring his travels in Egypt,
Dr. Joseph O. Greene, of Buffalo, N.
Y., saw . several roadside xnemori'ds,
and it was during that trip that he re
solved that" he . would have "Bristol
Bock" engraved, should he. ever bs
again peSjjited to return to his
natiyr cduirtfy In the spring of
1892 Dr. Greene "madia o'tsp froat
Baftalo to Vermont for, tha
press purpose of ' carrying
out hit
long-cherished desires. He engaged tha
Bristol stonecutter, W, N. McGee, to
do the engraving, and after the letters
had been cut they were painted by an
other Br istolion, TL- S. Smitli. Th-j
result is that Vermont boasts tb.9 t-nly
moaern "taoie ot stone in trio couu
try. St. Louis Republic i "
A Pathclic Incident. ;
It was a most pathetic apology lL.fe
I heard on my way down town in uu
open car this morning. Th Kr
crowded, and as it stopped I Faw two
women get on. As they did so, ona
of the women accidentally steppe I on
the foot of one o the p.3seners. It
Jid seem awkward uutil tho wj'.ta
urning to tho men jer s-ii : 'i .r
'don me, but I . t..t:iliy '.
Hartford rust.
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