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THE PROGRESSIVE FARMER : DECEMBER 15, 1893 5 investigation committee at Ocala be authorized and requested to file a com plete transcript of his stenographic nnt.s with the President of the Nation- not al Farmers' Alliance and Industrial Union. Resolution by Brother Gwynn read and adopted : That the National Farmers' Alliance and Industrial Union, in Supreme Council assembled, cordially approves of the general purpose of the Woman's Christian Temperance Union, and wishes the members of that organiza tion a heartfelt God speed in their brave pursuit of that righteousness which alone exalteth a nation. Motion adopted that a committee be appointed on summer encampment with full power to act as last year. Tne Supreme Council then adjourned. HOUSEHOLD. TO BOTTLE CRANBERRIES. Pick the cranberries quite clean, and put them in clean bottles; fill the bottles with cold water that has pre-vL-iisly been boiled; cement the corks, or cover them with thin paper rubbed over with white of egg, and keep them in a cool, dry place. MILK SOUP. Oit3 quart of cold water, one pint of milk, two boiled and mashed potatoes, eae iablespoonful of butter, two table spocuf uls of tapioca. Let this mixture bcil before adding the tapioca, and then boil ten minutes. An onion may be added if preferred. COFFEE ROLLS. Work into a quart of bread dough a rour.ded tablespoonful of butter and half a teacup of white sugar; add some dried currants (well washed and dried in the oven), sift some flour and sugar ever them, work into the dough thoroughly, make into small, long rolls, dip them into melted butter, place in the pan, let it rise a short time and bake. CRA.N BERRY TARTS. Nothing makes a more dainty tart than cranberries. Prepare pastry shells not over two or 2 inches in diameter, from puff paste. Prick them on the bottom thoroughly to prevent them from rising, as puff paste will, if left to its own devices, in an uneven and unseemly manner. The edges, of course, must be left to rise as they please. Fill each tart with a table- apooaful of cranberries l'ter the shells are cold and the cy' a ries are hot. Set them away to fct-ld. Stow cc MOCKTaXP. Clean and w, golf's tiead, split it in two, save Urtt boil the head until tender in plenty of water; put a slice cf fat ham, a bunch of parsely cut small, a sprig of thyme, two leeks ut small, six cloves, a teaspoonful of pepper and three ounces of butter into a stewpan, and fry them a nice brown; then add the water in which the head was boiled, cut the meat from the head in neat, square pieces, and put them in the soup; add one lemon sliced thin, and cayenne pepper and salt to taste ; let it simmer gently for two hours then skim it clear and serve. BAKED FISH. Spread some butter over a dripping pan, sprinkle over it one onion minced fine, lay on this a thin slice of halibut or any small, whole fish, split down the middle. Add one tablespoon of vinegar and spread thickly with but ter. Bake until done, the time depend ing upon the thickness of the fish. Remove to a platter. Add flour to the butter left in the pan and when well mixed add water until it is the desired consistency ; add three or four minced mushrooms or pickles. Pour this over the fish. Girnish with lemon points and parsely. o SOME MISSING LINKS. She was a real old-fashioned motherly woman and she was eating a lunch from a paper bag in the Pennsylvania depot. She nodded, and she flashed up a piece of mince pie and said : ' I want you to eat some of it, even if you ain't hungry. I made it myself." ''Thanks. This does taste like old times." "Can't git no such mince pie in New York." "No, indeed." "Do you notice the lack of any thing?" "I can't say that I do." "Well, there wa3 something left out by mi-take, but I'll fix it in the next batch." " Didn't you mix up moat, suet apples, cider, nutmeg, cinnamon, currants, raisine, cloves, allspice, salt, peper mustard and sugar?" "I did." "After all was mixed didn't you heat it for fifteen minutes and stir with a big spoon?" " Of course." "And then put it in a crock and set it down cellar with a plate over it?" "Exactly." Well, I don't see where you made any mistake." "I do, though. I forgot to squeeze in the juice of two lemons, and the, and the citron and brandy were left out entirely 1" WHY JIM DIDN'T SHOOT. It recently fell to my lot to pass a Sunday in in a small Kansas town, and as it was a wet day I was forced to remain for the greater part of it cooped up in the little hotel. The house had no other guest, and so for the want of other company I went to the office and entered in conversation with the landlord, a tall, sun bronzed, leathery featured man, pat middle age, who, I soon learned, had spent many years in the West, and who had seen some rough, as well as interesting experin ces, and who was chuck full of remin iscences. After we had talked for a couple of hours on various subjects, my host suddenly remarked : "I reckon, stranger, you've heard tell of Jim Dixon, or more likely 'Big Jim' as we alius called him." "No, I think not," I was compelled to admit, though I realized from the tone in which the question wras asked that it was a humiliating admission to make. "Never?" the landlord repeated. "Wall, that's strange. Thought shorely ever body knowed 'bout Jim. He was the formost man on the bor der. an' ho made a record that'll stand a good many years. Ho was a great man, Jim was ; a wonderf ull feller shore. Tough ! oh my, stranger, I reckon he was. He wasn't af eared of nothin', an' I guess the happiest times he ever knowed was when he was mixed up in a shootin' scrape. Thar's no tellin' how many men Jim killed first an' last, for he was so reckless he'd just pop 'em over at the crook of a finger, an' didn't no more keer for it than nothin' Twixt you an' me, stranger, I think Jim carried the shootin' busi ness a lee-tle too fer. I like fer a man to stand up fer his rights, and if a feller needs drappin', why then drap 'im ; but there ain't no call fer gettin' too blamed promise'us 'bout it, and pu'tin' a hole through a chap just for the fun of it. "I reckon, stranger, ever' man what Jim made up his mind to kill caught it, 'cept one, an' that one, I guess, was the last one he ever laid off to plant." "Jim caught it that time himself, eh?" I suggested. "No he didn't," the landlord replied in a tone of slight disgust. "Narry time, sir. Jim wasn't the man to be planted premachoorly, and the feller that could drap 'im never lived." "How did it happen that he didn't kill the man you speak of, then?" asked. "Wal, sir, it was a quairo piece of business, that was, an' one o' the most techin turners 1 ever see. 1 never knowed a feller so broke up in all my life as Jim was, an' sir, it was nobody but a little gal that done it a little bit o' shaver, 'bout six or seven years old, I recken, an' the poorest, peekedist little thing I ever set eyes on. "Want to hear 'bout it, eh? Wal, the way of it was this : "You see 'bout the time Oklahoma was opened for settlement, Big Jim, an' me, an' four other fellers was herdin' on a range in Western Texas. We'd been up in the territory herdin' right smart, but the soldiers drove us out with the rest of the cattle fel lers, you know, and so we laid down on the border sorter waitin' for devel opments. "While we was in the territory we picked out a valley what had 'bout three thousand o' the best land an' richest grass I ever see any wher, an' we 'lowed as sxm as the country was opened for settlement we'd come back an' take possession of it an' make a ranch of it in spite o' all creation. " Wal, by an' by the President issued his proclamation, rfn' then when the day fer enterin' the territory come 'round we moved in with our cattle an' took possession of the valley. "4Now,' said I that night as we squatted 'bout our camp fire, if none o' those blamed settlers don't come foolin' 'round yere to take up claims in this valley we're fixed, fer this'll make one o' the nicest little ranches in the country.' 'Wal,' said Big Jim with an oath, 4 If any settler wants to take a claim yere, an' thinks he can, jis' let him try it. I low he'll find out mouty blamed -oon that he undertook a most miserable unhealthy job. Tho valley's ours an' we're goin' to hold it spite o' the dickens; an' I can tell you right now, fellers, I'll shoot the first chap what offers to stop. I'll make sich a example of him that ther won't another settler come in forty mile of us.' Wal, we was purty well tired out so we turned in quick as supper was over, an' wo slept like logs till mornin'. When we awoke the sun was up, an' the fust thing we see when we glanced UU5S -ne vaiiey was a old covered wagon not more'n a quarter of a mile away. The wagon had come in, I reckon, jis' after we went to sleep, an' the folks had put up a big tent like as if they was fixin' to stay. Big Jim took a squint at the outfit, then he tore loose an' swore fit to set a woods afire. Then he got his pistols, an' when some body axed what he was goin to do, he said : "'I'm goin' over thar an' wipe that derned settler out. I'm goin' to shoot him so full o' lead that he'll weigh a ton. I'll break up this .squatter busi ness right on tho start.' "I knowed Big Jim meant what he said an' I felt kind o' sorry for the settler, but I didn't say nothin'. Me and the other boys jest set down an' watched Jim as he strided 'cress the prairie, an' waited to see what was goin' to happen. "When Jim got sorter close to tho wagon we see him draw his gun an' git ready to shoot, then we see him edge up a little closer kinder ketrful like, then all to once we seen him stop an' wait like ho was listening at somethin'. "Wal. I recon most a half hour must a passed that way, an' wo got to wondering what made Jim stan' there actin' like that, when all to once he whirled 'round an' come back to us look in' the soberest an' solemnest j ever see a feller look in all my life By gosh, stranger, you may not be lieve it, but I'd a most swear they was tears in old Jim's eyes, an' I know when he spoke to us his voice was all a tremble like his feelin's was too much for him. " Course we was all s'prised 'cause he was so blamed tough we didn't s'pose nothin' 'ud tech his heart, an' we was anxious to know what he'd heard over to the wagon, an' so we axed him. "'Wal.' he said, 'I went over thar to shoot that settler, an' I was slippin' up to the wagon to git tho drap on him when all at once I hoard a voice the meekest, pitifulest little voice I ever hear in my life, an' I knowed in a minute it was tne voice ot a leetle gal.' ' ' Jim's voice choked up so he couldn't I say nothin' more, so he waited a mo ment, an' then ho went on : "Fellers,' he said, 'that voice jest went through me like a knife, an' I never felt so oneiy.' "It was a good bit before Jim said a word, an' all ihe time he jest set thar on a inverted bucket nussin' his head in his hands, an' actin' like he was dreadful cut up. We stood 'round an' looked at him, a wonderin' what it meant' but after awhile I ventured to speak to him, savin' : ' ' What's ailin' you, Jim?' "Then he raised his head sorter slow like, an' in a tone so sad an' different from what his allis was, that I didn't recognize it, he said : "'Boys, I'm jis' completely upsot by what I heard over thar, an' I feel so blamed sneakin' mean that I've a great notion to shoot myself. I never knowed before how cussed quairo since I was born. It was so weak, an' so pitiful, an' so helpless like. I heard it say: " 4 Is the land pretty, pa? Is it green with grass like the old homo back East?' " 'Yes, it is very beautiful, darling,' a man replied like he was cryin'. 'It's very pretty, an' you will find tho green prairie almost as nice as the big meadow back at the old home. When you get well you can romp over the plain and gather flowers and be very happy.' " 'I ain't never goin' to be well any more, pa,' the little voice said, 'and I won't never gather no flowers nor romp over the paririe; but I'm glad it's pretty, 'cause when I'm in Heaven where the angels are, an' where every thing is so beautiful and bright, I want to know that you and ma have a nice home like the old one wo lost. I won't be with you very long now, pi, 'cause I can hear the angels singin', an' I know they're comin' to take me away. Don't cry, dear pa an' ma, 'cause I ain't porry to go only I don't like to leave you. I'm so glad you're goin' to have a beautiful home where the grass an' the flowers grow; an' sometimes, maybe, I'll come back to see you.' ' Wal, Big Jim, he told over all what the leetle gal said, an' I never see anybody what talked so gentle an' kind as he did. "Fellows,' he said in conclusion, 'I never felt -so 'awful as I did when I was standin' there listenin' to them words o' that child. Pea red like every one of 'em was a knife, an' that she was stabbin' 'em into my cursed, wicked heart; an' though they hurt terrible I wanted 'em to stab deeper, causa I knowed I deserved it. Thar I was sneakin' up thar like a low down onery thief, intendin' to shoot that fel ler fer tryin' to git a home, while he was in ther nussin' his dyin' child an' her a talkiu' 'bout the grass an' the ! flowers, an' the old home back East, an' the angels an' Heaven. Boys, I'd a been glad if a streak o' lightnin' had struck me right then an' ther.' 4 4 Wal, sir, we never heard nothin' more 'bout keepin' settlers off'en the valley, an' we never tried to hold none of it 'cept what the law 'titled us to hold. Big Jim an' all the rest of us helped the settlers ever' way we could and when the ancrels come fer his leetle gal and took her spirit away, we made a grave on the prairie an' buried her whar the grass growed and where Big Jim planted a tree an' some flowers. I never see old Jim cry before, stranger, but he shed tears over that grave like the leetle era! was his own, and from that dav he was a different man, an' as kind an' gentle as a woman. " Detroit Free Press. A FLAG OF "TRUCE. I had been told that Jessup and the Whites had a feud which extended back to and that three or four men had been killed on either side. Therefore, when I reached Jcssup's, where I was to stay a couple of days I determined to find out the particulars, The opportunity came as the old man, who was over sixty, and I sat smoking on the veranda. I referred to what I had heard, and asked him how it began. "Let's see," he replied, as scratched his head, "It's dim he bin so lone: 1 ve about iorccoc. l recKon old man white took up my mewl for a stray and wanted to charge me a couple of dollars. We had a font, and 1 took tho mewl away, men we begun fussin' and are at it yit." "Is it true tnat se'veral men have been killed?" "Jist six," he replied as he slowly counted up, "Three Jcssups and three Whites." "And whenever y ou meet a White do you begin shooting?" " Oh, no. It's this way: If I go to town and get three or four drinks, then I look fur one o' the critters and try to kill him. It's about the same way with them. I reckon. We is alius ready to shute, but we don't alius pull trigger," "When was tho last shooting?" "Six mouths ago. See thar?" He rolled up his pants leg and ex hibited a bullet wound which had just nicely healed " I met old White in town and we was both rnirtv full, I shot an' he shot. He hit me in the leg and I hit him in the shoulder." "Now, then, Mr. Jessup," said I, L 1 'I "this Wciy to live?" "Sartin." "You'd much rather be at peace?" "I would." "I presume White feels the same wav. There has been enough blood shed over one old mule." "There has." "Suppose I go up and see White and talk it over with him? If I find he wants peace why can't I bring you two together to talk matters over and become friends?" "Yes; I sec." "Shan't I set about" it?" ' Tolr-n.-hprp." he said after thinkiner it over, "it can't be dun. Yo' see, yo'd fiv if. fr a tn ot. in Hi a mad half way. I wouldn't trust him, and should take mv fmn. He wouldn't trust me. nnd hl tnko bis. Whn we met we'd begin to talk about that mewl, of co'se. I'd say the critter dun broke out of mv ot, nnd wnnrpd ort. ile a sav ne rlmimlit. it. w.i a mwl from ovr in J I the COve " I " Well, wouldn't that be all right?" "Of co'se .it would, but right thar wnnld iwnn thP trouhlA " " What trouble?" iwu.. i:4. u I wiiy, eau, ne vu iiit'b jimv hiuu i vprv wAvfnWn ditTfwnt. Hmfls. nnd at jist that pint I call him a thief, he calla mp a liar, and we berin to hollpr I nnd RhntP.and kill phpTi nthornff! Nn got to keep shuting over his bones till they all or we all is wiped out." M Quad A DEAD CERTAINTY. Kuogley Hello! what have you got your best clothes on for, and that red rose in your buttonhole? Binfro I iust told mv wife I was jTomir iisnirir. i r i i gjKingley-Ha, ha ! Do ycu expect to . - . . . . I catch anything? Bingo I do when I get home.- Ctotliier and Furnisher. IN THE MIDST OF LIFE. Citizen I hear Mr. Officeholder is dead. Statesman Yes ; he died about five minutes ago. Citizen I dislike to show any un seemly haste, but desire to put in my application for appointment as his successor. Statesman Walk into the other room and take your place in the line, jr y Weekly. USING HIM UP. Ho It state hyur dat in de late wah it tuk on de av'rage 'bout free humid poun's o' lead t1 kill a man. She (young and giddy) My ! I bet dat man felt used up when dat free hunud poun's struck 'im! Harper's Bazar. sah; no. sah. I'm sot and old White Sot low my hat, and they began is sot, and it wouldn't do. We kin to betrar a Sreat deal of anxiety. I never git beyand that mewl, and we've had 6UnS about a rod of "The Old M. QUAD TENDS THE BABY. An ExPerien"e with a Lively Youngster in a station What th Pas sengers Thought of the Spectacle. It was in one of tho waiting-rooms at the Grand Central depot. I was sit ting beside an honest-faced, motherly woman of thirty five who had a baby about eight month old asleep in her lap. She had asked about the train up the river, when she suddenly cried out that she had les: her porte monaie. She felt in the pocket of her dress, and in the pockets of her cloak, and she shook out the baby's clothes, and by and by she said: "I remember no v. I left it at my sister's in East Thirty sixth street. My ticket and all my money is in it.' "Madam," said I, "you have fifty minutes before train time. You can easily go back and get you purse.' "But the baby." "He's asleep, and if you dare trust him with me I'll take care of him." "I I don't know. They wouldn't give you the purse, mid I'm not rich enough to take a carriage. Have you vou r "Have I had any experience? Cer tainly, ma'am. I've got half a dozen kicking around the house at this very moment. Just drop him into my lap, and I'll warrant you he'll never open an eye while you're gone." " I've most a mind to do so." " Come on with him, and you needn't hurry a bit on my account. Ave 11 both be all right here when you get back. Is it a boy or girl?" Boy, sir" All right I've got him. Boy babies always chum with me. He's sleeping like a top." She gave me a long, lingering look, 1 IT .. -L - so as to oe aoie to swear to me m court, and hurried out, and she was scarcely out of sight when a ROCK-A-BY, BABY," woman about four seats away, who had heard and seen all and was no doubt jealous, got up and walked around and said "That shows how much mothers think of their offspring! Do you sup pose I'd ever left one of my children 1, .-r-rf-t -r-r I miloVl t" one was sun wumiiiK utuunu xvu her nose still in the air when an old man with a cane and satchel came along and stopped to yell at me: "Do you know if this is the New Haven depot or not? ' No, sir, it isn't," I replied as I held up my hand warningly "Young'en asleep, eh!' he shouted in still louder tones I nodded and cautioned him again "Oh! I ain't goin' to wake him up!'' he yelled. "I'm the father often of 'm, and I guess I know all about vounff'uns. Whar' is the New Haven I depot? ' J" opened. 1 rocnea mm 10 anu iro aim crooned to him, and he u nave slept agam out lor and loudly inquired Dld yu notlce a "bag on tnac a" i "" " -r ana were at nrst nxea on my uat. i jr. t r j 1 x I J l. 1 1, i- V.r.4- l-via UO 6 kuuw wuai ouiu vi. a iia,o tixo father wears but m about a mmute the youngster made out that it was a strange tne "No! I didn't see no hand-bag, ana vou woke this baby up! 1 shouted at Uie omau. yjui imivvi oSenset I suppose!" she sneered as she raaue oil. But this time the baby's eyes had found to havea soothing effect, and lie was looking at me with great curiosity, when a tat woman came ailing along and stopped to exclaim: ' ' Cichee ! What a sweet little baby ! Is it boy or girl?" 4 ' Go away, woman ! Don't you see tnat yu scare nim 1 I . , 1 1 J I ".srarfl n m min i n I never heard - of such a thm r fLr n urn tt " Go away. "Well, I declare, if he isn't crazy!" she muttered as she shied off. That youngster was now not only very wide-awake, but bound to investi gate and solve the problem. Was I his old dad or was 1 a base impostor who was seeking his confidence? He looked me square in 'the eye a3 he asked himself this question, and I smiled and clucked at him and softly sang two verses ot the "bweet tfy-and By." I think my singing rather tended to sooth him, but he objected to the words, and suddenly kicked me in the stomach with both ieet ana put up a hp. Walking about with a baby in your arms is rather monotonous on the spine and knees and shoulders, but was invented as an offset for paregoric. I lifted up the baby and took a walk a-by baby walk. As I walked I tried to divert his mind into a new channel by tellinfr him a bear story. He was gradually becoming interested and had probably made up his min I that I was at least his step father when a little old man who hadn't the slightest excuse for living blocked my way and shrilly observed : "My wife died and left a baby about as big as him on my hands and I know how to pity you. Are you raising him on the battle?" I went on with the bear story, but it was no use. The baby began to kick and claw, and he finally yelled out at the top of his voice. I changed him to the other shoulder, but it was no good. I got him down on my arm and tossed him up and down, but he piped the harder. No less than six full grown people at once gathered around to dis cuss the eaj-e, and because I couldn't stand still to answer their questions I heard 'era saying that I was a heartless f ather and that the Humane Society ought to station an agent at the depot. I took the sobbing, kicking thing over to the news stand, but he failed to become interested. I carried him over to the ticket office and the in formation bureau, but he was not in want of any thing in that line. I walked and waved him to and fro; then I stood still and tossed him up and down : then I sat down and bounced him on my knee until his first tooth was almost shaken out. He had made up his mind that things were not according to Hoyle, however, and he stuck to his tune. I don't remember all that was said by the waiting passengers, but here are a few sample specimens from the stock : "No one can make me believe he is that child's father!" "He doesn't seem to have a spark of love for the poor little thing!" "It's curious that the police haven't interfered before now!" "Dear me, but if he knew anything at all about children he'd know that a pin was pricking the poor thing to death 1" There was just one faint hope left and I seized upon it, I cantered the child out of doors and the sudden change shut him up. Then I walked along until I got the sun in his eyes so he could no longer see me and he got a new train of thoughts and stopped iiicking. While he was wondering who had been elected, I began to sing "Old Uncle Ned" and gave him my ringer to chew on, and when the mother returned he had both eyes squinted up, a, smile all over his fat face and was content as a pumpkin in a corn field. - HE WENT WEST. It was about 9 o'clock in the evening that he suddenly rose up off a box in front of a store on Chambers street and accosted me with : "Say, do you live here!" "Yes." "Regular New Yorker?" "Yes." "Proud of the town, of course, and wouldn't .live anywhere else for a mil lion dollars a year?" "Well?" " Well, she's a buster. Lots o' things to be stuck up over. Don't wonder you go around patting yourself on the back. Say! I don't live here." "No?" " Live way out West in a chipmonk town of 2,000 inhabitants. Just going home to-night;. Sorry to go, but I got to. Say!" "Yes." "I want to take away with me a pleasant impression of your great and noble city. Want that impressidn to last me clear home, and when I get there I want to go down to the grocery and say to'the boys : ' Boys, it hain't no use talking. She beats all creation, and tkem New Yorkers is the all firedest, richest, smartest and big hearted est people in all this world." " I see, but where do I come in?" ' Right here : You hand me a dime ; dime produces pleasant impression: pleasant impression makes me a friend of New York's. Present impression fluctuates and wobbles; mbbe I like New York mebbe I don't. See? Better fix me." I hastened to fix him, and after as suring himself of the value of the coin he lifted his hat, bowed gra efully, and said: " Impression is now all right, and is going to be righter in about five min utes ! West ward ho ! is my watchword farewell!" M. Ouad. TO COUNTY AND SUB-SECRETARIES. Lhave had mvnared for thp iisa nf County and Sub Alliances three hnntr. with stubs, which will he found of great benefit to the order using them, in keeping their records in goo 1 shap The book will be delivered at tho fol lowing prices: bee retary s recei pt book for dues, 25c. " warrant book, 10c. Treasurer's receipt book, 10c, Fraternally, W. S. Barnes, (676) Sec'y-Treas. N. C. F. S.fA