THE FRANKLIN PRESS,
VOLUME XX.
FRANKLIN. N. CL. WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 4, 1905.
NUMBER 40
How Senator SparKs Took
Tea With the Dunns.
Br SUSIE DOUCHELLE WIGHT.
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When a girl Is 1G, and her mother
Just 17 years older, they may be de
lightful chums: but when the rift
comes within the lute, the precedent of
comradeship makes It difficult for the
mother to insist upon being treated
with the deference that belongs by
right to mothers. It is especially dif
ficult If both parents have united all
the 16 years In spoiling the girl, so
that, sweet as she may be, she do;s
not understand anything about disci
pline. After her first year at boarding
school, Rosaleen had come home very
full of the notion that her people in
the far back country Ullage in the
piny woods of Georgia were far be
hind the times. Her mother Immedi
ately resented this, perhaps the more
bitterly because her tender heart
missed the former close relationship
that had been so sweet.
Rosaleen had always had her way
about things, and she resented her
mother's refusal to accept new stand
ards, so matters had gone on, until
now the two were only united In ono
thing, and that was to keep the true
state of their feeling from Dr. Dunn,
the indulgent, doting head of the fam
ily. Affairs had come to acrbls, however,
with the receipt of a letter from the
doctor's best boyhood friend, a newly
elected senator, who wrote to say
that In passing through Georgia be
was going to give himself the pleasure
of stopping with his old chum from 6
o'clock one evening until 12 that night.
Mrs. Dunn and Rosaleen began plan
ning to have tho house and supper
worthy of the occasion, and were both
talking at once, when Doctor Dunn
broke In with his big, hearty vclce:
"You may call him Senator Sparks
If you want to, and you may put on
the big pot and the little if you so de
sire, but us for me. he is just plain
Tony, the same as when we were bare
footed chaps together, and I don't
see the necessity tor going to so much
extra trouble."
"I should like to make a good im
pression on your friend, who has never
seen your wife," said Mrs. Dunn, prim
ly. "And I have a little pride of my
own," remarked Rosaleen, and she and
her mother exchanged cool, determined
glances. Their gray eyes were v
much alike and
eyes
Hral run of
Tad to have monopoHz-
W Dy my pretty young wife and daugh-
Er, but with Tony It is a different
atter. I haven't seen the boy for
re than twenty years, and to tell
youf the truth, I have a good mind to
bunitle both of you over to Grand
mother Smith's, so that I can have him
. all to mjseir. Supper, mother? Ha!
ba I wonder if you have already for
gotten the tales I have told you of how
Tony and I used to have possum roasts
nd oyster stews all to ourselves and
those times when we hooked chickens
: and rice from our unsuspecting moth
ers, and went down into the "wanip
and made pilp.u in our own fireplace
boilers? Just fix to your heart's con
tent, but don't worry yourselves."
The doctor stopped long enough to
kiss them good-by, and then set oil
upon an all-day trip.
"WtoI hi.kon l,nllerl tiflm hnt rnllo
boiled hominy, potato custards, salmon
salad, potaio salad, milk-yeast bread,
piccalilli, chow-chow, watermelon pre
serves" "Mother!" Rosaleen's abrupt pro
test terminated Mrs. Dunn's hosplta
a ble enumeration, and recalled to her
mind the fact that there were differ
ences between herself mid the young
lady of the house. "You will kill the
Senator If you make him eat all those
things!" Rosaleen proceeded, con
scientiously. "People don't have
groaning tables any more, like those
Grandma Smith fixes they call it vul
gar." Mrs. Dunn's small figure grew alarm
ingly straight and her eyes were peril
ously bright, but she listened In silence
not trusting herself to speak
"I will just finish making the house
bright and pretty," went on Rosaleen,
"and then, if you will let me, I will
take entire charge of the tea-table, if
. only you will make the pound-cake
and the rolls for me."
"Yes'm!" returned Mrs. Dunn, sim
ply, but there was enough sarcasm In
the one word to reveal all that was In
her heart. She went directly to the
.kitchen, and a few moments later,
when Rosaleen leaned out of the par-
- lor window to brush the dust off an
ornament, she saw a cloud of smoke
boiling out of the chimney.
"The big pot and the little one are
evidently being put on," she said to
herself. "But never mind. I don't
Just know how, but I will manage."
She nodded her head until her brown
curls shook and trembled, and then, a
few moments later, began a 'serial
, oourse of turning up her small nose at
various sounds and scents that reached
her from the kitchen.
"That is the wooden spoon hitting
the cake-bowl, and that Is all right; but
I smell sweet potaties -steaming for
those custards, and I know that milk
yeast Is already In process of being
raised." ' ,
; She dusted and tidied away, and
Oiled the bowls and vases full of sweet
autumn roses. "Gracious!" she ejacu
lated, after a while. "That makes four
. chickens that I have heard sing their
swan song. I wonder If mother Is go
ing to kill all we bare... I know there
' are six dressed young partridges In the
dairy, besides. Phew! I smell the ham
boiling.'' ;-
In spite of strong temptation to go
at once Into the kitchen and remon
strate again with her refractory moth
er, Rosaleen refrained. She felt that
after their midday dinner her mother
would be tired, and she knew that then
'she would have plenty of time to do
her own cooking for the supper as she
had planned it.
It turned out as she sad anticipated.
They ate their dinner and maintained
a conversation upon strictly neutral
lines, although both of them were se
cretly longing for the jolly old times
when they were wont to make frolics
of these meals when they were alone
together, and each felt secretly resent
ful of the other's unreasonable tenac
ity of purpose.
When Mrs. Dunn had put on a wrap
per and darkened her room for her
nap. Rosaleen's opportunity had come.
She wont quietly to the kitchen, re
kindled the fire, and set about the
preparation of sundry modern deli
cacies. She made & mayonnaise dressing;
she gathered late tomatoes, hollowed
them out, and chopping up the breast
men,t of the chickens, which were al
ready fried and ready Just to be heated
over for tea, she made a salad that
sntlsned her soul, filled It into the to
matoes, and set them In the Ice-box.
Tho milk-yeast broad was not yet
baked, so she pourod It Into tho pig
pen, and going to the bread-box, took
out some of the last baking, cut the
slices Into slender bread sticks, and
piled them away for future reference.
She prepared several other dainty dish
es, and after an approving look at the
uncooked chickens, evidently laJd away
for the morrow's use, she said to her
self:
I shall broil those chickens, and I
can ser.e the partridges broiled, on
toast. Mother won't stand out. If It
wasn't for father I'd never do It, for I
bate to act this way; but It Is for the
credit of the family." She went to the
pantry shelves and looked them over
thoughtfully.
The Smith potato custards were fa
mous, and there were six of the golden
yellow circles cooling within their frills
of pastry. Rosaleen had used all the
choicest parts of the fried chickens,
and It was a bony array of pieces that
lay on the old blue platter. She was
wondering what she would do If her
mother held out for her own way. It
occurred to her that If she had a little
help she could eat up the offending pies
and most of tho chicken, and sho made
a brave beginning as she sat on the
high
ttio
. the
soon
ug out of the window
how she could dispose of the rest of
the pies and fried chicken. trer early
training would (lot allow her to give
them to the pig.
"Ah!" Rosaleen hopped down from
the Ftool, ran round to the gate, and
very quietly stopped a queer old figure
that was hobbling down the street.
"Come in. Miss Mary Jane," said she.
"I hsve something gcod for you."
Miss Mary Jane Holland, the village
beggar, came willingly. She carried
two catw Ions baskets, and set then
down at the klt'-hen door with a groan.
"My rheumatism!" she grumbled.
"I've took tcis and doctor's medicine,
and It keeps getting worpe. If only
folks would send my victuals to me.
Instead of making me trudge about
with these Iastlcks!"
"Too bad'!' laughed Rosaleen. "But
you must talk easy. Mother Is asleep
up-stain, and I don't want her waken
ed. She has had a busy mornlug. I
will get you the things."
With that she took one of the bas
kets, orried It within, and then with
careful hands arranged ail the pies, the
remains of the fried chicken, and the
two salads, which her mother had
decorated in various designs with the
grated whites and yellows of eggs.
"It Is a sin!" the young woman ad
mitted to herself, with some compunc
tion. "If I didn't feel that It was my
duty for father's sake, I would not go
through with It, for It is the meanest
thing I ever did, and my mother's the
sweetest mother when she Isn't In one
of her contrary vnys! There'll be a
great to-do over this, but when we
make up we will mako up everything
else, and we can have our good old
times again."
She was rather silent when she car
ried the basket back to Its grumbling
owner.
"It's heavy, Rosaleen!" fretted Miss
Mary Jane. "Couldn't you walk a
piece and help me carry It?"
"Not today," replied the girl, with
another laugh. "I am tired, and I
want to rest a bit, for we are having
company to tea."
Before she went up-stalrs she set the
table, and arranged her own concoc
tions neatly In the Ice-box, since every
thing she had chosen was to be cold,
except the chickens and birds, which
she was going to broil. There would
be no need for a fire In the stove untH
her father had started to drive to the
railway station.
She fell asleep directly when she lay
down and her nap lasted a little long
er than she had intended, so that she
had to hurry In dressing. When she
ran down-stairs she heard her mother
and father chatting at the front door.
"I shall drive slowly from the sta
tion, dear," he was saying. ' "I feel
about Tony as Rosaleen acts when she
gets with some of her cronies but
you are her best crony, aren't you?
Pleased with the arrangements for sup
per? Of course I shall be? When was
I ever not pleased with your arrange
ments? You're here, Rosaleen, Just In
time to kiss me good-by. Well, won't
old Tony open hht eyes when he sees
ihy daughter, that is as large and al
most as pretty as her mother! - Good
by..! Don't hurry. I tell you I shall
drive slowly." '
"We might sit down here for a little
While," said Mrs. Dunn, after a glance
at Rosaleen, whose eyes did not look
very bright and whose face lacked its
Visual animation. ' "There isn't a thing
to do, except put the rolls Into the
oven. ; The hominy la already on to
boil." ; .
Rosaleen could not speak.- Somehow
the hetnousness of what she had done
had all dawned upon her,' and she felt
frightened at herself, and afraid of
what her mother would say when she
missed the pies and other things.
"Dear me!" ejaculated the mother,
'There Is old Mary Jane Holland com
ing. Tell her I'll be back In a moment.
I must take a peep at those rolls."
A sudden Impulse to rescue her do
nations from the dirty old basket '. as
Immediately abandoned by Rosaleen.
Mary Jane kept on past the front gate.
She had seen the mistress of the house
going towards the kitchen, and as her
business was with her, she followed to
the side entrance. Rosaleen, troubled
in her thought, sat quiet a few mo
ments, and then went to tho kitchen,
too.
When she entered It she noticed a
heightened color in her mother's face.
Mary Jane had just gone fussing on her
way.
"Come, Rosaleen. we must get tea on
the table, so we shall not be flustered
when the Seator comes." Mrs, Dunn
threw wide the pantry door as she
spoke, and then stopped in sudden dis
may. For gracious sake!" she exclaimed,
and Rosaleen knew that the time had
come for her to assert herself.
'Mother," she said, "I couldn't bear
for you to put all those old-fashioned
things on tho tea-table, and" so I have
simply given them to Miss Mary Jane,
and the milk-yeast, that I heard you
tell falhor had mysteriously disap
peared, I have thrown to the pig."
They stood and looked at each other
for a time, and Rosaleen's Hp began to
tremble. She was very sorry, but she
was determined not to say so.
"What are we to set before the Sena
tor?" asked Mrs. Dunn, and Rosaleen
brightened a little.
"O mother, I have made -several
lovely dishes, and I have come right
now to broil the chicken and the birds.
We shall have a splendid supper.
She studied her mother's face for
some sign of approval, but It was sadly
lacking. "You will find my dishes In
tho Ice-box, mother," she concluded.
"No, I sha'n't," Bald Mrs. Dunn, "for
I have Just given Mary Jane every sin
gle bit of your fixings."
At that they looked s,t each other
again, and before they had time to
think they had broken Into a great
laugh, and In a moment were fairly
shouting with mirth that held a sus
picious quaver In it.
"0 mother, the hominy Is burnt up!"
cried Rosaleen, rushing to the stove
and snatching off the bright blue boil
er, from which rose the telltale odor.
"Oh, It la. It is!" Mrs. Dunn sud
denly grew sober. "Rosaleen. It serves
ns right, but what is the Senator to
supper? He will ue nore in
cs."
try to cook things he'll have
lostesses for mire," replied the
Ihe had come close to her
with the sputtering boiler in
and, but the other one stole up
ut Mrs. Dunn's neck.
'I'll tell you," said Mrs. Dunn, after
a m&ment, wherein her own hand had
sought her daughter. "Your father
said he would like to havo him to him
self, and cook as they used to. bet's
go to Grandma Smith's until train
time." "Good!" Roca'cen hastily secreted
the boiler beneath the sink. They
worked In a hurry. They sliced bread
and put It on the table, along with
rake, preserves and pickles. They
brought out the dressed chickens and
partridges, und washed some rice, and
set It suggestively neir, with some
cheese, some cream, some crackers and
the teapot Mrs. Dunn hurriedly wrote
a llttln note:
"We have taken you at your word,
father, and 'eft you and your friend to
enjoy yourselves alone. You may come
for us as you return from the depot,
We hope there will be some of the
pilau left for us."
By this time Rosaleen was at the
door with the pony and cart, and as
Doctor Dunn and his guest swept up
the drive behind the Moran colts, the
mother and daughter drove out of sight
down the cedar avenue that led back
ward to Grandma Smith's.
Grandma Smith could not see the hu
mor of the situation, and was openly
scandalized. "Rosaleen ought to have
been sent to bed and kept In ber room
for a week for such behavior," the old
lady said, severely. "And instead of
that, here you are, Kate, giggling with
her and hugging her as if she bad done
something smart. Whatever Senator
Sparks will think, I don't know, and If
Billy Dunn has never before been sor
ry that he married you, I guess he will
be when he finds he has to fix his own
supper."
After awhile she went to bed. Rosa
leen and her mother sat on the door
step, arms round each other, talking as
they had not talked before since the
disastrous home-coming from school,
and waiting for the sounds of buggy
wheels. The midnight train passed, and pres
ently the doctor's team appeared in
sight. They went down the old box
bordered walk to meet him at the
gate, but the moonlight showed that
he had a companion.
"It was a delightful thought," the
Senator was saying, cordially, a mo
ment later, "and Billy and 1 have had
the time of our lives yes, we saved
you some plluu; but I couldn't. go away
without seeing the wife and. daughter
that he Is so puffed up over, so I have
begged him to let me stay till to
morrow afternoon."
"And to-morrow morning yon and
Rosaleen shall prepare breakfast for
us, and put on all the frills you want
to," said the doctor, looking smilingly
down at his wife.-
"Yes, Rosaleen and I will fix your
breakfast or I'll fix the breakfast and
Rosaleen will fix the frills," she re
plied. Youth's Companion
Mean of Him.
"Where have you been?" asked Mr,
McGruff, as his wife came In the
drawing-room all excited.
."Why, I have been down to the
genealogist's," she- replied, proudly,
"and he has traced my ancestors back
a thousand years. Here la the list
Ton will notice atter some of them
there stands the letter 'P.' '
- "ta'm! What does that stand for?"
"Why, either poets or painters."
"You don't say?, I thought, perhaps.
It stood fol pirates or peddlers,"
Detroit Tribune. '
Mutton and Wool.
There has always been a considera
ble difference of opinion as to the
breed of sheep which In Itself com
bines the best qualities for both mut
ton and wool. The demand for both
Is better than for years p.-vst, and starts
the discussion of the old question. The
Kentucky Farmer and Breeder takes
the following view of the matter and
briefly gives Its reasons, viz.:
The Southern sheep still stands at
the head or alt the mutton breeds for
quality of flesh, but some breeders fa
vor the Shropshire, because It is larg
er than the Southdown and shears
more wool. The matter of wool should
not be considered at all In mutton
breeds. While the Shropshire Is a
breed that Is not easily excelled, yet
the Southdown can subsist where the
Shropshire would not thrive, and they
can also bo kept In larger flocks than
any of the breeds except the Merinos.
For Improving the mutton qualities of
common flocks to the Southdown Is
claimed to be superior to all others-
Indiana Farmer.
Facts About Alfalfa.
Alfalfa seed weighs BO pounds to
the bushel. For a hay crop, sow 20
to 30 pounds of seed per acre. For
a crop of seed, sow 14 to IS pounds
per acre. 8ow clean seed.
Sow alone, without any nurse crop.
The latter is often just as harmful as
the weeds.
Screen alfalfa seed before sowing,
to separate the dodder and other
seeds. Dodded is the worst enemy
of alfalfa.
North of the latitude of Washington
sow alfalfa in the spring, as son as
the ground is warm from the middle
of April to the middle of May. Sow In
drills or broadcast.
In the southe and southwest, and
in California, sow alfalfa In spring or
autumn. Sow in drills.
Do not cover the seed too daep.
Alfalfa does not attain maturity
until the third or fourth year; there
fore, do not sow It expecting to get
the best results In less time.
Alfalfa grows best on a deep, san
dy loam, underlaid by a loose and
permeable subsoil. It will not grow
If thero Is an excess of water inthe
soil. The land must ha-;yelUjafhed.
Alfalfa Is a deep feeder. Plow land
deeply. Untional Farmer and Stock
Grower.
Fertility of Skim Milk.
The constant sending of skim milk
from the farm Is its own Indictment,
says the Dairyman. The results are
patent to any close observer. It Is a
fact that In cheese districts, In which
all the fertilizing constituents of the
milk are sent from tho farm, the soil
does not Improve In fertility. Dis
tricts where the cheeso factory runs
five or six months In tho year and
where no buttermaklng Is carried on
are not progressing, but retrograding.
By constant pasturing, the farms are
becoming poorer, and, aa the cheese
factory closes In the fall, no effort Is
made to make milk during the win
ter. It Is no wonder that these farms
become poorer and poorer when It Is
considered that some $20 worth of fer
tility is carried off the farm In every
ton of cheese. Many patrons will not
take the whey home at all, claiming
that It is of no value, and those wuo
do, get little value from It because
they do not feed meal with it. And
If meal Is fed with the whey to their
hogs, so little Is fed that results are
not encouraging. Whey Is a splendid
hog food, but requires about twice as
much meal to feed with It li order to
get gratifying results. Making cheese
In the summer from about June 1. and
the remainder of the year, Is all
right, and probably the best way to
get the most out of the cows under
present market conditions. In a ton
of milk there Is nitrogen. 10.2 lbs.;
phosphoric acid, 3.4 lbs.; potash, 6
lbs. At usual values of these fertil
izers a ton of milk Is worth $2 and
4000 lhs. Is worth $4 or ten cents per
100 weight to scatter on the land.
A Problem in Fertilizing.
Will you please give me some ad
vice on fertilizing a peach orchard.
We have about two hundred peach
trees, one-half five years set, the rest
10 years. The older trees bore well
in 1901, 1903 and 1903; since then
the winters have been too severe for
the peach crop. They are set In a
young apple orchard, about one-third
of which has been in potatoes, and la
ter in berries- The orchard for the
last five or six years has been
ploughed In May and sown to buck
wheat This treatment has. of course,
reduced the fertility and weakened
the trees. The soil is a clay loam,
with clay subsoil, and produces good
average crops, ' but has had (except
the one-third mentioned above) little
manure of lata years. The grade
runs from slightly slanting at one
end of the lot to an easy side hill at
the other. Last season we seeded to
clover with the buckwheat and se
cured a fine stand. Now, what I wish
to know Is, how can I best fertilize
the orchard to secure nice peaches
this fall (as the trees promise to set
well) without disturbing the clover?
Would an application of muriate of
potash be good;' and would not such
chemicals waste by surface drainage
Unless harrowed In? What would you
advise as to kind of fertilizer, quanlty
and method of applying? W. V., Hud
son Riven :,;;.-;....:.
It seems to me the best thing for
you to do la to plough under your
clorer, replies the New York Tribune
Farmer. I Would then fertilise on the
surface, by the top dressing method,
using 250 .pounds of arid phosphate
and an equal amount of muriate of
potash to the acre. When the
ground Is In this turned up, fresh
condition there would be no danger
whatever of the chemicals waahtng
by surface washing. It - would be
well, however, to apply them, on the
rough surface which the disk harrow
would leave when used after plough
ing. Thj ground could then be
smoothed with a smoothing harrow,
and the fertilizer would In this way
be properly Incorporated. In mid
summer yon could again seed with
clover or such other cover crop as
you deemed advisable. If the trees
are making aa much growth as you
think they ought It might .be well to
defer seeding with a cover crop till
the early part of September, when rye
could be Introduced, This would add
less nitrogen to the soli than clover,
and consequently would not stimulate
the growth as much. If the clover Is
allowed to remain It should -be cut
before blooming and allowed to lie
on the ground as a mulch. In either
event I would use the chemical fertilizer.
Hew Often to Plow Corn.
Corn needs plowing whenever It Is
grassy or weedy and the ground is
packed. Grass and weeds tnko up the
life that should go Into the corn. Thus
robbed, the crop will be shortened un
less the robberg bo removed. Ground
cannot furnish the necessary nour
ishment to the corn if it is baked. So
the ground must be stirred in order
to enable tbc moisture to rise that
gives strength to the corn and en
ables it to endure the droughty times.
My expericuce has proven that three
or four plowings are generally suffi
cient to mature the crop. In my boy
hood we plowed five or six times, but
the last plowing was unnecessary and
sometimes I thought It harmful, I re
member ore year we plowed a field
or corn that was tasscllng, with a dia
mond plow. The Injury was manifest
ed in a few days, for during the hot
portion of the day the blades would
twist and soon It had fired very bad
ly. The plow had cut the roots that
had overlapped between the rows,
causing this effect. If the ground Is
thoroughly stirred and not foul It Is
useless to plow. About all you ac
complish is to turn over the clods
again. Sod and new-ground corn
need less plowing than that in old
fields, because the ground IB free
from weeds and grass and does not
bake easily, We have raised good
crops nf corn on sod or new-ground
wltln but two plowing!, though it It
well to plow even this kind ol
ground three times. It is better to
plow somo old ground four times,
while other may do as well with
three plowings. A person must be
governed largely by the season. If It
Is rainy, plow often and deep, or In
extreme drouth it will be profitable
to keep the ground thoroughly stirred
for It raises the moisture, W. D
Neale, In the Epltomlst.
Talk With a Pig Raiser.
"You have a fine lot of pigs here,
Mr. Farmer. May I ask to what breed
they belong?"
"We call them the Chester white,'1
was me reply.
"Ah, yes, very appropriate, Indeed,"
commented the visitor. "They are so
white and clenn, they look as if they
had been treated to a bath every
week."
"Well, not exactly that, but If you
will take note of the pen and the
amount of bedding It contains, you
win understand why tne pigs look
white and clean. A pig Is generally
considered a dirty animal, but that
Is In a large measure ..cause he IS
not properly cared for."
"Yes, I notice there Is a large
amount of good straw In their pens.
Do you keep them supplied like this
all of the time. Mr. Farmer?"
"Yes; that Is the Intention. Of
course after It has remained In the
pen for awhile It has to be removed
and more supplied. They greatly en
joy their clean, dry, comfortable bed,
and as they are a quiet kind of pigs
they will eat and then go and lie
down."
"I thought that pigs as a general
thing were uneasy, never satisfied
and squalling for something more,"
observed the visitor. "That maybe
the case with some kinds of pigs, and
particularly If they are not fed regu
larly and enough, or their quarters are
uncomfortable. These do not act so.
Once In a while they will get on an
Industrious mood and turn their bed
ding bottomalde up, and then it is
time to throw it out and give them a
fresh supply.
"I should think It would take a large
amount to keep them supplied, and
then such good straw too. Does It
pay to use so much as you are doing
for this purpose, Mr. Farmer? Is It
not a waste of material? Some farm
ers feed the straw to their stock, while
the pigs do not have much -bedding."
"On this farm no straw is fed. ' It Is
all used as bedding for the stock of
all kinds. In this case it first serves
to make a dry, warm and comfortable
bed all through the winter. Then the
manure that Is made In the keeping of
this kind of stock is one of the prime
factors In the business. As you may
judge, a large amount la made during
the year, and, although It may not ap
pear so to you, It Is fertilizer of the
best quality for crops. ,
"The value of this fertilizer Is some
thing worthy of much consideration by
the farmer who Is trying to keep his
soil in good condition.' There. ts an
old saying that 'a hog should make1
manure enough to 'grow the com to
fatten him,' and I think with right con
ditlons this may be accomplished. B.
R. Towle In the Massachusetts Plough
man. Changing, Us In She Leather.
It Is' said that today about ' one
third of the shoes made In Lynn are
made uf kid leather, one-third of calf,
and the remaining third of aheep and
fancy leathers. At one time as mich
as 80 percent of Lynn shoes were
made of kid leather. This shows both
W tanners have Improved their
products and how women have broad
ened their taste.
THE PULPIT.
A BRILLIANT SUNDAY SERMON BY
CR. CHARLES EDWARD LOCKE.
Subject t Mnili and Collar.
firooklju, N. Y. Dr. Charles Edward
Locke, pastor of the Hanson l'lace M.
E. Church, preached Sunday on "Mu
si? ns a Factor In Culture." He took
his text from l'snlms cl:l: "Prnlie
ye the Lord." Dr. Locke said:
From that moment in the creation
wbeu the morning stars sang togetb
er und the brooks went singing down
the hillsides of Eden, and the birds
made glad the dawn of time with their
thrilling melodies, music has bad an
Iiidisputnble place in tbe world.
The study of music Is a liberal edu
cation. Music, like poetry, makes Its
appeal to the noblest Instincts 'of tbe
soul. It Is said that tbe Inhabitants
of C.vnette, who slighted music, were
the cruellest of all the Greeks and no
oilier towu was so immersed In lux
uiles and debauchery..
Christianity wns born with a song
oi. lis lips. Mnry sang in thrilling
inensiires nf the Magnificat; the angels
sang lu their tumultuous hallelujah
clionis; and the shepherds sang in
plaintive strains of qui: ecstasy. And
the world luu been singing ever snce,
Paganism docs not slug; It laments.
Pagodas and mosques do not lighten
their sombre interiors with music,
but every Christian church, however
humble, is a conservatory of sweetest
melodies.
.Music is both a science and an art
As an tut It does not, ns do painting
inn! sculpture, occupy Itself In repro
ducing until re for It Is Itself a part
nf mi tin e, mid seeks to reveal itself.
The Kgypllans first excelled In music,
but grout strides were made by the
Greeks under I'ythngoras. The word
music is derived from a Greek term,
which includes nil the tearing of the
Muses. Of all the fine nr.it. music It
the most comprehensive. The majes
H of the architect, the pictures of the
artist, t lie rhythm of the poet and the
themes of nil these belong' to tbe mu
sician, whether be sits at the Instru
ment or pours nut Ills sonl in vocal
melodic!'. The falde tells that Mer
cury stretched strings of (iried skin
a toss ii shell, and. striking thctu with
Ji is fingers, Invented the lyre. Tbe
bow ns a musical Instrument was prob
ably fjrst used by the warrior, who.
ns he described bis successes In bat
tle, twanged the string o bis bow.
It was Inter discovered that the bow,
when drawn across certain hollow ob
jects, produced pleasing sounds
thence the lute and the violin. Music
ha iieen culled the universal Inngnnge,
and truly it is a means of communi
cation between all souls, wbatever
clime may have given them bid- It
Is the most responsive of till the arts
the most human. It more nearly
breathes mid sees und feels. It pos
sesses nil the vir.ylng hues of the
soul, The music of the siren would
allure Ulysses to his death and the
monotonous, tones of the bell buoy di
rect the Imperiled mariner to safety.
tumultuous music: is tbe conipl
expression of In
days- and fender
te-prct the Inn,
when a nation i
heroes, Glni'.
tlnl psnllii, exii
emotions of the
Music was ilei
own Sid-
hey l.anler as
search of n
word." There
Inexpressible
something In til? heart of man which
seeks to, define Itself In speech, but,
falling in this, music flies to his re
lief and in melody he pours out bis Im
prisoned soul. .Music is tile language
of the over-soul; it Is the soul pro
longing, or projecting Itself, Tbe high
est music cannot be expressed In
words. This is the explanation of the
angel's t'dvent anthem mid of all mu
sic In worship. The deeper tbe soul
life the more Is one conscious of feel
ings beyond the limitations nf articu
late utterance, hi the nttempt of the
finite soul to praise and glory tbe In
finite, nil earthly devices of language
utterly fail, and music only, which
Is nn adjunct of the infinities, en
ables man to sing what lie can never
express, his adoration and gratitude
tr his great God and King. Conae
qiiei.lly, whenever religion is tbe sin
cerest, then music will be the purest.
Music Is the echo of God's voice In
the sonl of man. Without that echo
man's soul Is a cavernous abyss, filled
wltli specters of despair.
Music Is a gift of God. Like all the
science. It is a radiation of divine
truth. Pythagoras taught n close af
finity between music ami astronomy.
He was right so far ns be went, but
music leads men up to the perpetual
tbroue of glory, of which stars and
constellations are but glittering scin
tillations. St. Cecelia, tecetvlug her
music from angel visitants, tells the
secret of the musician's power. Great
musicians are born, not made. Their
extraordinary genius Is an endow
ment manifesting itself In phemoue
nnl ways lu childhood, as In tbe cases
of Mozart, Liszt and Christine Mis
son. The divinity of music further ap
pears In the fact that the greatest mu
sicians have been good men; and to
develop the mighty impulses which
they have felt lu tbelr souls tbe great
musicians bare chosen lofty divine
themes. This was true of Jubal and
Job, of David witb his harp, and Sol
omon '.with bis sweet songs. It was
true of Beethoven, whose sonlful son
atas linve won for lilni a genuine
priesthood of tbe emotions; and of
Bach, whose elaborate fugues hare
been likened to Gothic temples in tbelr
Intricate details. It was true of Men
delstoliuwbo. In thirty-eight years,
filled tbe souls or men witb musical
pictures; and of Batiste and Schu
msnu; and of Chopin In !jls nocturnes;
and or wicrd if not unearthly I'ag
aninl, with his miraculous otrndivnr
ws. it was true of Mozart, jrbose thir
ty -Ut years gave tb world such treas
ures from the Infinite that he It truly
exhanstless; and of Liszt, wbj dying
ss late as lstsu, seems to belong to
us. At eight he was, the wonder of
Kurope; at twelve Beethoven em
braced him as n coming master. Dur
ing the days or his best work, Thom
as a Kenipls' "Imitation ot Christ"
was hU constant compnnkiu. It wits
trne or Wagner, picturesque, unique,
once ostracised, now nearly . wor
shiped, "ibe Holy Grail" Is the
theme or one or bis matterrul operas.
Mott true wat it or Haydn, the father
of symphony, whose missive oratorio
of "The Crestlon" brings men Into the
presence of God't colossal creative
power; and trne. Indeed, of Handel,
tbe majestic grandeur of whose mas
terpieces has remained unequalled for
two centuries, There was another In
carnation when be produced his dl
vlnest work, tbe oratorio of "The Mes
siah," which uo doubt be was right lu
believing came to blin from above.
It Is tbe mission of music to soften
and remove tne asperities ot men. It
helps to unify tbe race and make them
homogeneous. Sectarianism slinks
Into hiding placet of shame, as Charles
Wesley, a Methodist, slugs "Jesus,
etjwt
k TJl
I fyred
Iyjrenltcn-dutrastlug
1 I
I 5ur
Thn
Lover of My Sou!," and Toplady,'
Calvnnlst, "Hock of Ages," and Snrnli
Adams, a Unitarian. "Nearer My God
to Thee," and wulttler, a Quaker,
"The Ktemal Goodness," and Fnber.
n Roman Catholic, "There's a Wide-
rest in God's Mercy," and Doddridge,
a Baptist, "O, Happy Day." To-day
these well-known hymns are tung by
nil and claimed by all. In spite of con
troversy and unbelief, tho music of
tbe Christian Church Is saving the
world for the Cnrlstlau Christ. The
hymn and tbe singer nre often a long
way In advance of the sermon and
bearer In evangelizing Influences.
M.usic refines and ennobles, lu tbe
days ot chivalry tbe sir knights
studied music because of Its derating
Slid purifying Influence. Music bright
ens life's dark places and soothes tho
heart in trouble. Many prison doors
have opened and manacles burst asun
der when troubled hearts have snug
songs In tbe night. Music was believed
by the ancients to have liallng power,
and was used ns a therapeutic. Many
a weary soldier, tired anil footsore, lias
leaped on to victory iiui'.er the magic
spell of fife and drum.
There is a quaint belief Hint singing
preceded speaking. Alas! perhaps one
of the entailments of sin is that sing
ing has degenerated Into discordant,
rasping speech. Perhaps, when mail
shall have reached his highest earthly
estate the inean of communication
win be In tho soft tones of chastest
music.
.Music, if not more perfectly thnn
printing, tne art preservative of nil
art, Is surely the best Interprelcr of
of nil art and science. The .mystery
and miracle of truth reveal their open
sesame when studied through the at
mosphere of music. The minster,
graceful with gotlilc beauty, or
massive with IlnmnnesiiiU' inagulll
cence, can only lie filled In groined
r relics and spreading dome by music's
swelling tones. .Musi? gives n motif
to architecture. The art gallery's cor
ridors, or belvederes only reveal the
master's secret in nmrhlc- or canvas
ns diriuest music fills up ail the Inter
stices of liniteness. And poetry never
reveals Its most exquisite tints of
beauty and truth except when In the
companionship of music, its twin 'sis
ter. Theology would have ne.r.c but
altars to the unknown Cod If music
did not dreniu, mid prophesy, and feel.
In the priestly office. Music i. what
Walter Pater called "the great Anders-Strcben-reachlng
forward ot all art."
K is the soul of man euileavnrlug to
come to Its own to express and realize
and fulfill Itself, 't helps Krowning's
grasp to acquire Its roach.
Music is thus nn intellectual factor.
It is not so much a t nil Is seelcr ns It
Is a truth finder. I1. 'nes not delve
among the rocks, but it comes down
like a dove from above, singing, "This
Is My Beloved Son!" It dwells in tho
heights and shouts "Kxeelsior!" from
peak to peak, and makes life's dizzy
Alpine uplands echo with hope.
Grunting that music furnished to cul
ture Its initial impulse, anil that music
more than any other factor sustains
the quest of man's nature for Ihe high
est and holiest achievements, I dare
to submit the deliberate conclusion
that instrumental, and well ns vocal.
usis should be a pnrt of the public
ool curriculum for every child.
as! thnt tbe children whom posterity
affords the opportunity of musical
study often so little appreciate these
privileges, while many who crave these
facilities are deprived of tlieni by pov
erty. Kven the boys mid girls who are
compelled to leave school lo outer upon
the problems of making a living, would
live n larger and more hopeful life if
their musical Instruction bail included
familiarity witli an instrument.
As Is his Maker, so man Is a spirit.
Muscle and brain are merely temporary
expedients by which man. as spirit,
shall for a brief season tarry upon this
earth. When painting, and sculpture,
nnd architecture, nnd, perlnps. even
poetry, shall have ended their earthly
ministry, music will he revealing the
fathomless mysteries of spirit and life.
Music is the liingunL'C of etu'siiiil
throngs. True eloquence is thought
winged with music. 'I lie Intinite God
Is more perfectly worshiped Willi mu
sical accompaniment because initio
goes beyond language and logic anil
opens up Ihe vistas nf faitii through
which can be seen tho King In Mis
beauty. Do you nsk me which is the
mightier agency for culture, Haeon
or Beethoven? Spencer or Schumann'.'
Kant or Mendelssohn? and I will an
swer thnt science and philosophy have
their own important places in (lie
foundation of Intellect and character.
a;:d are ns necessary to the soul as
food lo the body: music, however, i:t
only has Its mission side by side with
these, but when t lie present conclusions
of men shall be abandoned for the
completer revelations of the all truth
of Him who is the Way. the Truth anil
tbe Life, then music, which was never
anything but divine In Its nature and
Influence, shall be our old familiar
friend increasing in divinity as our
own evolving souls are permitted to
comprehend und participate in lliuf
divinity.
The Horlj'i Croc.
Keep greeu my love, keep fresh my
remembrance, keep young my heart.
Feed me witb the feast of yesterday;
stir tne with the songs of yrsterdny;
brace me with tbc breezes of yester
day; glad me with Hie glow of yester
day. Let me walk the valley by the
memory of tbe mountain air, by the
health of tbe splrl. let me bear thr
body's cross, George Mntbeson.
God In Your Lire.
Religion at its best is a high, but
till increasing, consciousness of God's
Jlfe In one's own. "1 and the Father
are one" is the humblest word a nuin
cau utter, when it Is but aeotlier ver
sion" of the prayer, "Not my will, but
'jbine." When that tii-tbseniniie
lirayrr ts prayed and meant nnd Hied,
h other word, "1 nnd the Father are
but one," becomes tbe tliunle fact.
Indians kill whales With Lanoss.
The tug Wyadda has arrived at
Neah Bay with It whale captured yes
terday ten miles off Flattery by six
canoeloads of . Neah ' Bay Indians.
When the Wyadda reached the Indi
ans they were killing tho monster
with lances.
Another tugboat had been lying by
during tbe chase, which was a long
one. Members of the crew State that
It was a most Interesting sight to
watch the maneuvers ot tho Indlsni
and the great dexterity with which
they handled their frail craft In the
nasty sea, several canoea being fast,
ned to the whale., , Tho leviathan's
wild plunges all but swamped them. -Tacoma
correspondence Lot Angeles
Times.
."Borrow of China. -no
Tallow river to styled the "Bor
row of China." Daring tho last cen
tury It hat changed Its course twenty
two t yaad now Howe Into the Sea
lb-' mouth 800 miles distant
f ; D years ago
A SOUVENIR OF WILLIS.
Willis wis a gentle iad.
General regrets
Were felt when Willie one day took
To smoking cigarettes.
Willie kept on pulflog
Harder every day.
Sister took the coupons and
She put them all away.
Willie dear bus left us :
Twu a mournful shock.
Bister cashed the coupons In
And got m mantel clock.
Now we gather 'round It
As tbe minutes fly ;
It Is something lovely to
Bemember Willie by.
Washington Star.
JJIST FOR FUN
TIs well to find out what we're get
ting before letting go of what wo
have.
To play to a gallery of ordinary
mortals Is better than truckling to a
box of cultured conceit.
Katherine Think of marrying a
man for his money. Dabette Ves,
I've often thought of It, but I could
never get hold of the man. Detroit
Free Press.
"You doctors," said the Gothamito,
"don't seem able to make anything
out of his meningitis." Don't, ch?
I'm making my expenses out of It."-
Houston Post.
Jack I declare Hedcn Is getting
prettier every day Dick You only
think that because every time she
comes out she has an uglier bulldog.
Chicago News.
Head of Foreign Trade Office
Where would you prefer to go as our
agent? Young Traveler Well, If
possible where tho natives are vege
tarians. New Yorker.
"Poor old Verfcly died last night."
"Indeed?"" "Ypa. he turned vet and
died without a RtniKsle." "Well, "he
died easier than he lived, then."
New Orleans Picayune.
Miss Angles He was pleased to
Bay, I believe, that I had many good
points. Miss Cutting Not exactly,
dear. He said you had a good many
points. Philadelphia Press.
Mrs. Jones Your friend. Miss Pow
derpuff, is nn actress, I believe? Mrs.
Brown She used to be. but she's an
artist now. She gives a turn on the
variety stage. Boston Transcript.
"Ho seems to have gone to the bad
completely." "Yes; I believe he found
himself between tho devil and the
deep sea, and he realized that he
couldn't swim." Philadelphia Ledger.
Tommy Pop, what is the differ
ence between charity and philan
thropy? Tommy's Pop Merely, my
son, that philanthropy can afford to
hire a press agetst: Philadelphia Rec
ord. "Why does Dr. Grumpee always buy
openwork socks?" "He says that hav
ing been a bachelor for 45 years the
kind with holes In are the only ones
in which he feels natural." Cleve
land Leader.
First Cannibal How'd it happen
that the . shipwrecked dude was
scratched off the bill of fare? Second
Cannibal We found at the hut min
ute that he was a cigarette fiend.
Chicago News.
"I takes notice." said Uncle Eben,
"dat de man who tells you how easy
It ts to be contented wlf salt po'k
an' beans giner'Iy has as fine a appe
tite foh fried chicken as anybody."
Washington Star.
He So your father thought I want
ed to marry you for your nioqey.
What did you say? She I persuaded
him that you didn't, and then he said
If that was the case you hadn i any
sense. Detroit Journal.
"How fashions change!" "Oh, not
a great deal." "Don't they? When I
was young, men and women wore
linen coats and leather shoes, and
now they wear leather coats nnd lin
en shoes." Milwaukee Journal.
"There are too many mutual ad
miration societies," said the harsh
person. "Yes," answered MIsb Cay
enne, "and It Is strange how seldom
a man and his wife are eligible to
the same one." Washington 8tar.
"Don't you think he lacks aplomb T"
asked Mrs. Oldcastle. "Well," replied
her hostess. "I don't know, but at
the dinner the other night it did
seem to me aa though he couldn't get
enough peaches." Chicago Record
Herald. Glffle What is your experience
with street car hogs? Splnks I had
one man move up and give me the
end seat this summer. Giffle Mere
ly from politeness? Splnks No; V I
think it was rather from prudence.
You see there was a shower begin
ning. Philadelphia Bulletin-
"What a gentle, peaceful creature
that cow Is! Jnstloolumto hK
eyes!" Old Quest "I did that wneh I
first arrived. But I discovered that
in order to get a correct line on a
cow's character you mustn't Judge her
by ber eyes; you must Judge her by
her hind legs!" Philadelphia Press.
Manners of Japanese Police.
The police In Japan are expected to
learn English. For their guidance a
phrase book has been compiled. The
folowing advice la taken from it:
"Japanese police force consists ot
nice young men. But I regret their
attires ate not perfectly neat When
a constable come In conduct with a
people he shall be polite and tender
in his manner of speaking and move
ment. If he terrif7 or scold the peo
ple with enormous voice, he will be
come himself an object of. fear ror
tho peoplo. Civilised, people Is meek,
but barbarous people Is vain and
haughty. They should Imitate them
selves to Caesar, the ablest hero ot
Rome, who baa been raised the army
against his own country crossing tht
Rablcon." Liverpool Post
i' The Evil of Inheritance.
It Is not' so bad when a rich man
c tita off his heirs for spite. Inheri
tance has worked enormous mischief
ever since there were fortunes to
leave. In most cases It Is a misfor
tune to be an heir. St Louis Post-Dlbt'Stch,