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WESTERN NEWSPAPER ONION. Successors to Winfeld Newspaper Union. 157, 159 North Emporia Ave. WICHITA, KANSAS. Dudes are somewhat envious because bloomers don't bag at the knees.

General Campos is still licking the roots off belligerent Cubans by telegraph. Two thirds of all the letters written in the world every day are written in the English language. A jaw-bone six feet long has been unearthed at Troy, N. Its owner must have been a power in his ward. Late reports from the Chicago civilservice board say the members are suffering from acute attack of impediment of action.

Judging from newspaper pictures, the Bannock Indians are gentle creatures who wear skirts and have never heard of the new woman. A Rochester law firm has discharged its stenographer for appearing in the office in 1 bloomers. She probably used a diamond-frame typewriting machine. enCornelius is Vanderbilt good has 1,100 start, chick- and, with proper management, Mr. Vanderbilt may succeed in making a decent living.

Mr. good deal politics. corruption is Croker. Richard Croker thinks there is a of corruption in English If there is a man who knows when he sees it, that man There were four rounds in the fight between Mr. and Mrs.

Corbett. First, matrimony; second, acrimony; third, testimony; fourth, alimony. This is a "knock-out" for Jim. The reason or propriety A Cleveland gests that people of New York, for some other, are discussing the of changing the city's name. paper appropriately sugthey call it East Chicago.

The natural result of the new-woman movement is beginning to make itself felt in the West. A man in Muncie, is suing his wife for divorce on the grounds of cruelty and neglect. It is the turn of the tied. Mrs. prosperous four miles into town in fifteen say that In ascribing appearances membering promotion Those fused to cause there assembly Ing a much in dime English Ion that Don't they, should see cans derive can make never could Henry Miller is the wife of a farmer and lives within of Portland, Ind.

She went last week for the first time years. It would be safe to she didn't wear bloomers. all the mysterious disof this hemisphere to mistakes, he will has be been avoided in jail by and disappearance" business for some months. five Ohio legislators who reaccept salaries for the year behad been no session of the may have figured on reaplarger reward from posing museums as political freaks. authorities are of the opinAmericans do not enjoy sport.

though? These authorities enjoyment the Amerifrom a new cockney. They sport of things the English make anything of. Mrs. Sarah Twogood, one of the few remaining pensioners of the war of which her husband served, celebrated her 92d birthday at Rockford, recently. She is still active and healthy.

This is one instance of where the too good did not die young. Jerry Coleman, a widower with ten children, was married the other day to Maggie Fitzgerald at Green Bay, Wis. At first we thought that Maggie was getting the worst of it, come to find out she was a widow and also had ten children, which makes a pretty even match. But what a long diningroom table Jerry will have to have! Johnny bank at $30,000 the bank, straddled town on and hasn't anxiously to, address. Weldon, cashier of a savings Willimantic, pocketed other evening, locked up the a bicycle, hurriedly left the road leading to Canada been heard of since.

Dethe number of 3,200 are awaiting to learn his new re is announced that an agreement to has been concluded Paris between Americans and Russian petroleum firms by which all the kerosene trade of the Mediterranean, Sweden, and Norway will be given to Russia. In the resainder of Europe Russia is to export as 15 per cent and America 65 per cent the kerosene needed. Thus is one of the necessaries of life monopolized by a trust controls the oil busi- for of the whole world. John Radmacher, of Westphalia, was in the habit of beating his This pro- her wife on slight provocations. voked the ire of the neighboring whitecaps, who quietly took John out into the neighboring wildwood, where he was made to dance to the tune the old cow died on.

Finally, he promised tus. faithfully that he would henceforth be kind and gentle to Mrs. Radmacher, and now they telling around Westphalia that there is no better man in I town to his family. Yet there are those who still think whitecaps never do much good. if Pottawatomie Indians to the number fight of 224, who reside in southwestern Michigan, are soon to receive $104,000 in hard cash from the government.

Each will get $464, and "the biggest the time" of their lives will be pretty sure to follow. A number of them have al- that ready spoken for bicycles. hero An electric trolley car was held up the other night at Wichita, by of a lone highwayman. The fact that was the lone highwayman was not killed will excite the curiosity of the people easel to know how he got off the car. with The fact that the Indiana mediums to have failed to connect with the spirit of Emeline Cigrand leads them to infer that the girl is alive.

Her father, to however, firmly believes that Holmes you murdered her, a does everybody in else- except the mediums. We will give the spirit hunters more time. able Workingmen with reasonably good jobs will be wise to refuse to listen as to "strike talk" by "the walking dele- the gate." In all strikes the walking dele- just gets the cream-and worker you. luck if he gets even blue milk. object ON ECHOING SHORES.

On echoing shores the nice decrees Of garb and guise no longer tease; No etiquette the soul enslaves; The bore vain answer craves; And duns may clamor as they please. Obtivion here of those and these. On windy cliffs we dream at easeHere, where the free Atlantic raves On echoing shores. Mid purply heather hum the bees, And sea birds wheel adown the breeze And, deep below, the in-riding waves Boom through the gallaries ox their caves With lap, and plash, of seething seas On echoing shores. -Temple Bar.

THE MAJOR'S COURTSHIP. By Nellie Crolins. Major Herbert, of the Fifth Regulars, had returned from Montana to the home of his boyhood Fort Hamilton, N. Y. He had been on active duty in the west for nearly five years ever moving from place to place, for at the time of which we write the savages had become discontented and disorderly, and frequent depredations upon white settlers were the result.

To subdue the lawless Indians was the chief duty of the troop under the immediate command of Major Herbert, or "Fighting Bob," as he was called. In one of these conflicts with the wily savage foes, the major, with a detached body of fifty men, waS adroitly led into an ambuscade, about miles from Fort Here, in a natural basin about a balf-mile in diameter, surrounded by heavily wooded hills, the fifty men were encircled by fully one hundred and twenty savages, who thought to pick off the soldiers at their leisure, by firthem from the trees behind which the Indians were screened from observation. This style of warfare was not admired by "Fighting Bob." To try to break through his scattered foes would be extremely hazardous; to make a dash for the heights would recklessly expose his command. He therefore made his men screen themselves behind a cluster of bowlders and from their protecting shelter make targets of every savage head or body that exposed itself on the heights. Just after dusk they crawled in a body to a narrow defile, hoping thus to safely make their exit unobserved.

This was just what the Indians had anticipated, and had there concentrated forces. "Fighting Bob," soon discovered the new on the part of the enemy, and he said: "Boys, redskins are just as we foes only in front of us, we can soon want all in a bunch. With our start them on the journey to the happy hunting Creeping cautiously as near to the foe as possible, without revealing themselves, they lay concealed until The first faint streak of the gray dawn were just visible when three quick volleys from the troops awoke the mountain echoes; and then the blue-coats dashed in upon the redskins. It was a surprise, and the contest was brief and decisive. In less than ten minutes over a handred savages lay dead or wounded upon the field, the remainder sought safety in flight.

In the melee the major was severely wounded by a knife thrust in the shoulder, in a hand-to-hand conflict with two stalwart redskins, one whom had just stunned a private named Easton, felling him with a club and the other was about to scalp him when "Fighting Bob" pounced upon them, sword in band. He made quick work with the bloodthirsty wretches; in two minutes they were stretched lifeless beside their intended victim, and young Easton was thus saved from their intended butchengine wound received by the major proved to be very severe, and a after the return to camp it was five a weeks before he was able to use his News of the valiant fight against such overwhelming odds with almost three to he them soon reach ed the war department at Washington, and "Fighting Bob" was thanked by the Secretary in an autograph letter, and given an extended furlough, to recruit his health. A month later, as described in the opening of this story, we find him at his early home, Fort Hamilton, the welcome guest of his maternal aunt, Mrs. Hodgkinson. One day, while strolling along the shore road, about half a mile from the fort, he came across a young lady painting at her easel.

Without thinking what he was doing, he wandered up behind the artist, for a minute or two, and looking over her shoulder, stood, half Then, suddenly water-color. seeing the lady about is move, and realizing the apparent No rudeness on his part, he lifted his hat, ed and mumbled out some indistinct words of apology. "There is no need of an apology," she said, turning to him. it a great compliment that you should he care to look at my poor efforts." "Scarcely that," he replied. "I was attracted by the cleverness of your work, and that must be my excuse intrusion." ed "Ah! Major Herbert, like all soldiers you are not flattery," she answered with a sweet smile and the least suspicion of color mounting to cheek-and then she turned to pack up her easel and sketching pad.

one The major seized the opportunity and begged to be allowed to help her. Receiving assent, he went down on his knees to arrange the portable appara- For a few minutes there was an awkward silence--both experiencing shyness in each other's company. "Now come, tell me how you knew was a soldier," he said at last, and without looking up. "What modesty!" she replied. "As all Fort Hamilton does not know died Major Herbert, the hero of the great near Fort Benton.

Has not the but description of that fierce fight, with a lucid account of the self-sacrifice of back 'Fighting in saving the life of a wounded soldier, been published in all jor?" New York dailies?" terShe said this with an enthusiasm in at once touched his heart. you Shall it be admitted that he, the of many a fight, blushed at the me, words of praise issuing from the lips er a little rural maiden? But indeed it and a fact, and his shyness and awk- sent wardness increased. papa He tarried over the packing of the we until his equanimity was re-established, and then sprang to his feet a bright look in his eye, unusual him. "And now let us come to a mutual Miss understanding." he said. "You seem upon know everything about me: won't tell me the name of the artist who said.

delights to hide her artistic abilities this little place?" said, "Thank you; I hope to be "She to render you a. service some will "'Don't mention said Jackman. he laid the gun down and caught senseless Cheyenne by the leg. "I case happened by and saw him hug thought perhaps you would to his embraces, and so I 1.0- which terrupted. Shall I chuck this cadaver in the 'Do as you please about the girl.

'As don't consider you rendered me any service I owe you "They are queer people," mused "Big Foot" Carroll. "What happened next?" "Nothing," said Jones. "Jackman dragged the bleeding Indian over the Mexican and gave Jose $10 to patch the fellow up. Nellie and her rescuer only just speak as they pass by." Six months later Oklahoma news filled the newspapers. Congress at work on a bill to open the country to settlement, and the "sooners" dodging spies, and Indian police.

highwayman been getting in work on cattlemen with money, even a government official had made to stand and deliver. Deputy marshals declared that the "sooners" were too thick, and one night the boys at the depot were discussing the matter in heated terms while awaiting arrival of the train. "The newspaper man who we are thieves ought to be shot," says. clared Oklahoma Bill, "and I'd help do the job," he remarked, as an afterthought. believe it was that fellow they call Jackman, who comes from by his own admission," said Mexican Jose.

"You lie and you know it." said voice of Nellie Blair. "I don't think Jackman is a thief. I know you are." "Carramba," quoted the Mexican. "You better be careful what you say about me. Any one who says I steal lies." and the fellow fairly shouted, he was so mad.

"You try to quarrel with Nellie and I'll fix you," said Oklahoma Bill. "You hear what I say." Just then the headlight of the engine came into sight. No one paid any further attention to him. A stranger with a satchel alighted from the train and asked if there was a hotel where he could stop over night. "Nary hotel." said Dad Eckles.

"Traders' house over yonder and near by is the government mule corrall. We fellers here are all sooners, boomers, outlaws generally, and in the woods. What you want?" want a man," said th stranger briskly. "My name is Johnson, and I'm from Montana. I heard that fellow named James Wilton was hiding around here, and I want him.

He is gray-eyed, curly-haired and don't talk much. Any one know such a fellow?" "No such a man about here." said Nellie Blair, a tremor in her voice. Jack Jones had just started to say something about Wilton Jackman, but he closed up like a clam when Nellie spoke. "What has this Wilton done?" she asked. "Forged a note, shot a deputy sheriff and broke jail.

Guess I'll remain around here for a spell anyhow. Where does this post-trader live?" Oklahoma Bill showed him the way, while the crowd melted away. "It's Jackman that's wanted," muttered. "He Nellie, is as not she very started civil for to me, her but I'll warn him. He did me a good turn with that Indian devil, too." Just there the horse tripped and fell, throwing girl to the ground.

fore she could get up Mexican Jose sprang at her throat and held her down. but not be before cried out in alarm. With muttered oath the Greaser pulled a knife just as a heavy six-shooter descended upon his head, and he rolled away to one side with a cracked skull. Eventually he died of his wound. Jackman had again been in time to rescue a woman, although he hated them as a class.

"I suppose I must thank you again," said Nellie Blair, as she slowly got upon her feet. "This is the second time time you have done me a service. You must sort of follow me around to always just in time." "You are said Jackman, blushing. "I overslept myself this afternoon and was late starting out to get a paper. I suppose the train has gone? "Yes." said the girl, "it has.

Say, ain't your name James Wilton?" "Who told you he asked very "Have you been keeping tab "I am not a spy," said the boomer girl, proudly. "Sheriff Johnson of Montana got off the train last night and said he was after a man named James Wilton, who had gray eyes and curly hair. I thought I'd tell you about it, and if you knew such a man you might warn him to look out. He said this Wilton had forged a check, shot a deputy and broke jail." "He's a liar," said Jackman. "Leastwise, I suppose he is.

If I meet this Wilton I'll tell him what you have just told me. I want to talk to you, so I'll just go with you to your dugout." On arrival there, Jackman studied a while, and then said: "My name is Wilton and Johnson wants me. guess I had better vamoose. If I told you I liked you well enough to marry you, what would you say?" "Come back when Johnson is not in the country and there is no further cause to fear arrest. and I'll tell you," said the girl.

"I'll be back some day," said Jackman. Then he hastily kissed her and was gone. Mexican Jose died a week later and buried in a sand heap by the river. one mourned his loss. Johnson failto find James Wilton, and Wilton Jackman had disappeared from his ranch by the lake.

"He was the man the sheriff wanted," said Oklahoma Bill, "but I'm glad got away. Guess he's the chap that has been doing the highwayman act, though." No one disputed this theory. Then Johnson left also. Nellie waited until the country openup to settlement and proved up her claim. Six months later she sold her farm and moved to Kansas.

It was rumored that Jackman was an express robber and some people said that Bill Doolin and the gray-eyed man were and the same. Then the strip opened and Nellie got a claim there. Some time after this, while she was making a filing on her land, she met Jackman at Perry. He took her to side and asked her if she was still single. "Yes," was the reply.

"Is your name Jackman or Wilton?" he replied. "Johnson is dead." "Did you kill him?" she asked. "Heaven forbid," said Wilton. "He caught cold trying to arrest me and of pneumonia. I took him to Muskogee and tried to save his life, it was no use.

He gave me the warrant he had for me and I went to Montana alone." "You know my father, surely, mashe replied. "He is Judge Chesname is Edith the meekest of voices. "Papa, as must have heard, has a strong prejudice against soldiers; but, believe there is a reason for it. My brothran away from home five years ago enlisted in a regiment that was out West. The shock unsettled for a long, long time, and now are forbidden even so much as to mention my poor brother Fred's name." that possible?" said the soldier, kindly.

"Accept my sincere regrets, Chester, for intruding myself you." think you make a mistake." she hesitatingly. prejudice against soldiers rests with papa alone. -er-you must please excuse me now; am long behind my time, and they be waiting tea for me. And with a flushed face, and not noticing the extended hand of the major, she picked up her easel and and ran eff toward home. For the rest of the day the major walked about with a pleasant smile, was duly noticed by his friends, and many theories were advanced to its probable cause.

said But the major knew nothing of that and, indeed, such remarks had don't chance of coming to his ears. On the following afternoon his took him again to the same spot on shore road, and, with pleasure, once more saw his little friend at her easel, deeply interested in to work. She turned at the sound of his steps and came forward with an I stretched hand and a sweet smile greet him. He took her hand within his was and looked tenderly down into gray eyes upturned to his, while were hearts beat quickly. A Then he turned to the picture his a few complimentary criticisms on and girl's work.

been "It seems so strange," she said in swer, "that you soldiers should time to care for this sort of thing." "Perhaps I'm an odd sort of soldier," he replied, looking down upon her. the "I think you are a very nice sort soldier!" she answered- then that ticing a smile lurking under the de- mustache course, I to come and admire my poor little ture." So they both stood, somewhat hell ed, yet happy in each others company, not noticing the approach of a headed gentleman, who came striding the toward them with evident anger ten on his face. They turned simultaneously at sound of footsteps, and then the shrank back with the startled cry "Father!" The situation was a delicate one the major, but, in the presence of own sex. he found words and endeavored to explain his intrusion oll Chester. "I have nothing to say to you Herbert." Judge Chester answered, curtly.

"It came to my knowledge my daughter had been seen in company, and I thought it my duty come and escort her home." "How can you act so rudely, papa?" the girl cried. "This gentleman merely looking at my drawing, said the judge. troduction to Major Herbert was my seeking; besides you can finish your work at some other time. the present I want you at home." a With tears in her eyes, the girl ed her drawing outfit, and accompanied her father from the grounds, ing the major standing there, gnawing his mustache. "And to think that she will suffer for sake," he thought as he walked moodily homeward.

Three weeks had gone by, and Major Herbert had not once caught sight his divinity. He realized now what meant to be parted from her. He, unsentimental soldier, who for years had resisted the attractions of the posite sex, was now pining for presence a little rural maiden, day by day the furrows seemed to deepening in his forehead. One evening, on returning to rooms, he found a letter, written in strange hand, awaiting him. With a nervousness not to be counted for, he tore open the envelope, and read: "Dear Major Herbert: I have such good news for you.

My brother has turned home and made peace with father to the great happiness of us "But there is a certain amount of creey between them that I can't quite understand; but my father wishes to make an informal request that will honor us with a visit this evening. "May on my own behalf, tell you how pleased I shall be to see you? "Yours very sincerely, Edith Chester." The major read the again and again, scarcely believing own eyes. letters What did it all mean? Ten minutes later he knocked at the door of Judge Chester's residence, and was shown into the reception room, where he was met by the judge himself. "Major Herbert." said the judge, grasping his hand. "I have to make sincere apology for my rudeness to you some days back.

Let me commence by warmly greeting and introducing my daughter Edith and my eldest son. Fred." As he spoke: a sturdy young man came forward and saluted the officer. "Major Herbert," the young man said, "you don't know me by the name of Chester, but you will remember me in Montana under the name of Private Easton of the Fifth Regulars, and shall never forget you, sir, for you saved my life at the risk of your own." The major stood dumbfounded at the working out of events. Then he found his tongue: "Mr. Chester," he said gravely, "when I had the fortune to save your life I did only what any good man would have done under such circumstances," and he shook the young man's hand heartily, while Judge Chester and his daughter stood smiling at the unexpected meeting.

It was a happy little party that sat down to a late dinner that evening, and many stories of military heroism were told by Fred Chester that brought a color to the major's face, and admiring glances from Miss Edith, seated at the officer's side. A society paper, a few months later, announced that Major Herbert had secured his discharge from the army, and was about to marry Miss Edith Chester of Fort Hamilton, N. York Herald. Early Plowing for Wheat. It is hardly possible to plow too early for wheat, and the sooner this is done after the field to be sown is ready for the plow the better for the crop if prop er attention is given to it.

Plow as soon as possible and harrow as fast as plowed, no matter how hard and dry the soil is. Usually early plowed land can be harrowed effectively better than that which lays to the sun un til August or the first of September. After a field is plowed it should be harrowed at intervals as the weeds start, and this will make a seed bed that is just what wheat needs. We once knew an old gentleman whose rule in harrowing was to harrow twice as much as necessary and then all the time that could be given to it afterward, and he hardly ever failed of a crop of wheat or -Farm News. A Fly in the Beer.

If a fly drops into a beer glass, one who has made a study of national characteristics can easily tell the drinker's nationality by his action. A Spaniard pays for his beer, leaves it on the table and goes away without saying a word. A Frenchman will do the same, except that he swears while he goes. An Englishman spills the beer and orders another glass. A German carefully fishes out the fly and finishes drinking his beer as if nothing had happened.

A Russian drinks the beer with the fly. A Chinamen fishes out the fly, swallows it and then throws away the beer. -Filegende Blatter. Follies and Foibles. "Well, it got above 90" "You're crazy." "I've got $10 that says it did." "I'll take you.

The highest quotation- "Quotation nothing! What are you talking about?" "Wheat. What did you suppose I was talking about?" "The weather." Chicago Post. as this, no steps the he seated her footout- grasp, the both with the anhave of noheavy mean pic- abash- gray- writ- the girl of for his Miss Major 1 that your to was innot For leav- of it be the opthe and be his a ac- 26 remy all. all and me for 000, DAIRY AND POULTRY. INTERESTING CHAPTERS FOR OUR RURAL READERS.

How Successful Farmers Operate The Department of the Farm Few Hints as to the Care of Live Stock and Poultry. ANADA'S REPREsentative in Denmark reports starting of a dairy enterprise that country, which gives promise proving profitable. A similar system might prove valuable in country, where the duct could transported long distances to the markets. The starting point in industry was when a Danish merchant, about a year ago, began experimenting in this direction by taking Danish milk, which is peculiarly delicate and rich in flavor, freezing it the use of ice and salt, and sending barrels, by rail steamer, London. On its arrival rind milk proved to be as sweet and well tasting as it had been just drawn from a cow the middle of Sweden.

The milk was much in demand and proved so profitable an article of commerce that the porter immediately took out a patent on the shipment of frozen milk from Sweden and Denmark to London. then sold the patent to a stock company with large capital, which on Feb. 1 last, bought one of the largest Swedish creameries, converted it into factory, and having put in a special freezing apparatus, began on May the export of frozen milk in large quantities. When the milk is received from the farmers, it is pasteurized, that heated to 167 degrees Fahr. and then immediately cooled off to about 50 degrees Fahr, and now the freezing commenced.

Half of milk is filled into cans and placed in the freezing apparatus, where it will be thoroughly frozen in the course of three hours. The frozen milk is then filled into barrels of pine, the only kind of wood that be used. The barrels, however, are only half filled with this frozen milk, the balance being filled with the unfrozen milk. This way of packing has proved to the only practical one, as part of the milk has to be frozen in order to keep the whole cold, and part has to flowing state in order to get the barrels exactly full, which is necessary in order to avoid too much shaking up on the road, by which the cream would be turned into butter; the floating masses of ice at the same time prevent the unfrozen milk in setting the cream. Milk which is treated in this way has proved to keep quite fresh for days.

Every barrel holds 1,000 pounds of milk, and twice a week there will be shipped 50 barrels, making in about 100,000 pounds of milk a week. The milk is shipped to Newcastle, from there by rail to large manufacturing cities, where it is sold in the streets or in retail stores. It is reported that the patent has been bought Ireland also a cost of over which proves how much the stock company expects from this new enterprise. Spolling Butter After It Is Made. Dairy writers frequently caution against placing butter where it will absorb the odors or flavors from the decaying vegetables.

The worst thing about this is the need of it. Butter will absorb odors, not only from stale vegetables, but from sound ones, and they impart to the butter a flavor that destroys or overpowers the true butter flavor. A case is in mind just now. The writer was supplying butter to the former owner of this farm, and one day planned what was intended for a pleasant surprise, so, before the cover was nailed down, some nice apples with a delicious aroma were placed in the package, separated from the butter by a cloth circle and a layer of salt. surprise was on the other side.

Word came back that butter was fine in looks, grain and everything but flavor; that was not agreeable. Now, some butter has an unpleasant flavor that never was near a rosy apple, and there was a possibility the cause should be sought elsewhere, but in due time came a later report saying that the butter was excellent after the surface layer had been removed. This suggests another point: Consumers should have a suitable place to keep butter after they get it. If the surface is all the time exposed to the odors of vegetables and kitchen flavors unclassified, the best of butter will soon get off flavor, and the maker will be under suspicion of furnishing butter that will not -Agricultural Epitomist. Chicks Dying in the Shell.

In our judgment, three principal things lead to chicks dying in the shell, namely--eggs not uniformly fresh, eggs that are not well fertilized, and a lack of sufficient heat. At all times, and under all circumstances, the eggs used should be as fresh as it is possible to have them. Very early in the season eggs have be saved for several days in order to get enough to fill an incubator, but fortunately during this cooler period of the year, they can be kept in safety for two or three weeks, and perhaps longer, providing they are turned often enough to keep the yolk of the egg from settling against the lower side of the shell and adhering thereto. As the season advances and warm weather comes on, eggs can not safely be kept that long. It is theoretically and practically true that the germ in an egg, as soon as the egg is laid, to lose its vitality.

At a given time this vitality becomes so far diminished that, although the chick may start to form in the egg when placed in a temperature of 103 degrees, the embryo will die before the chick is fully formed. As the egg grows still older the vitality of the germ will so far diminish that it will not start to form at all, the egg becoming stale and the process of decay setting in. An incubator, therefore, can be run correctly in every particular and the result be a very poor hatch, with many chicks dead in the shell, simply because of weakened germs and stale eggs, on account of the age of the eggs used. It is well known that weakly breeding stock on either the male or female side, or both, or breeding stock that is over fed or too fat, will produce imperfect fertilized eggs, the germs being weak. When eggs from such stock are used, the results will also be chicks dead in the shell at all stages of development.

It is the same with the human family. We find in every neighborhood consumptive children born to some parents, while other parents are blessed with strong, robust, vigorous offspring. These facts are pretty well understood in regard to the human family, incubator operators take them into consideration or attach much importance to them in their efforts to hatch large numbers of chickens artificially and in this way enlarge their profits in raising poultry. In this matter, as in all others, it is the reasoning, thinking person who solves the problem first and achieves success. The third cause which results in chicks dying in the shell at different stages of development is the one first named in this article, a lack of sufficient heat to carry on, a at a normal rate, the process of chick development.

By nature's process it requires a given amount of heat, a given length of time to build up the chick in the egg. In heat and this period of time be artificial incubation this amount, of imitated as closely as possible. Another matter that should be mentioned in this connection is that of ventilation. Some claim, among them Fanny Field, that the chick in the egg, before it hatches, needs no more air than an unborn kitten does. This theory has been easily refuted by sealing up incubators hermetically tight, and by varnishing eggs that were placed under hens.

In no case where the air shut out from the chick in the egg, did the chick succeed in coming into the world alive. The egg itself refutes this "no air" theory, for in the large end of every egg is a good sized air space. It was no doubt placed there for the use of the chick after it reaches a period where it begins to breathe. The moment a chick breaks the shell and before it comes out, we find it breathing vigorously. It is that the shell of an egg is very porous, thus allowing fresh air to pass into the air space quite Poultry Journal.

Milk as a Fire Extinguisher. A queer claim has been sent to a number of the companies having departments in Chicago. A fire broke out in a creamery in a Wisconsin town near Madison, owned by John L. Elverson. The water supply was soon exhausted and 2,300 gallons milk stored in the building were used to extinguish fire.

The companies have, therefore, received a from Mr. building and the loss gallons Elverson for $64 for damage, done to of milk. A similar case is reported from Ste. Victoire, Canada. The Rev.

Abbe Noyseux and his parishioners extinguished a fire in a barn by using milk stored in the creamery. A fire in Cleveland in February destroyed the dwelling of William Woodford and by the use of 700 gallons of wine stored in a wine cellar he succeeded in saving that building. The value of this wine was $300, and this has been allowed him by the insurance companies, which recently paid their proportion of the loss. The property was insured for onethird its value, and the companies therefore paid in the neighborhood of $100 for the wine used in putting out the fire. All sorts of liquors have been used for fighting fires in addition to water.

Recently a fire was extinguished in an ink factory by throwing contents of several vats of ink on the burning building. In this case, however, no insurance was carried and got no pay for the value of the -Ex. stocked What Is "Cooking Butter?" One of the laws of Massachusetts regulating the sale of oleomargarine provides a fine for anyone who sells oleomargarine to any person who asks for butter. Recently an agent of the dairy bureau of that state went into a st store in Holyoke and called for butter. For the purpose of conveying information to the salesman as to the kind of butter which he wanted, he qualified his request by calling for "cooking butter." The merchant furnished him oleomargarine, and was convicted in the district court.

His case was appealed and tried in the superior court of Hampden county. Judge Hopkins instructed the jury, says the New England Farmer, that if they found that "cooking butter" was an article of commerce, separate and distinct from butter, they should acquit the defendant. If, however, they found that "cooking butter" merely a kind or variety of butter, and that oleomargarine therefore was sold when butter was called for, they should return verdict of guilty. The jury after struggling with the case all the afternoon, finally were unable to agree. are some poultry keepers who in-breed their flock from year to year, and say it is not injurious.

Why should it not be dangerous in fowls when it is in the human race and in stock of all kinds? Why is it that a new breed generally claims that it is unusually hard? Is it not from the fact that new blood has been infused to make it? Are not new breeds the results of experiments in crossing? And is not crossing the uniting of two distinct bloods? All these matters need serious consideration. And when we are told by men who have made the matter a study that in-breeding is a constitutional danger, is it not time to be on the lookout? If we breed for strictly hardy parents, and if we change blood in the males every year or two, we can get up a strain of fowls that will replace the stock we so often get from the yards of the noted fanciers. We a are becoming better acquainted with this fact each Inde- pendent. Light light Brahma fowls are practical fowls, and the Yankee farmer or poultry man stands by them, because they are fairly good layers; and for broilers no other fowl can excel them. They fatten very easily.

They must be kept active, for a Brahma hen is a non-layer, and of no earthly good but to consume food. If Brahmas are properly fed and kept at work, they are among the very best winter layers; but no breed is so easily spoiled for that purpose (unless it be the Happy is the housewife who has a good store of eggs to draw upon when meal time draws near. Build a good warm poultry house fix it up with nice nests, roosts and all the necessary conveniences. The farmer has no better source of profit than from his hens and they should have extra care. is a wanton sacrifice to neglect them.

Grateful is the farmer who, when his funds are short has a eggs or spring chickens to market in order to supply groceries for his table. There is scarcely a flock of poultry in the country that does not need some care in regard to lice. These pests either infest the birds or the premises. Green Gooseberry stemmed gooseberries into a porcelain kettle with a little water, stew slowly untii they break. Take off, sweeten well and set aside to cool.

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A Sioux City woman has sued her husband for divorce because be chews tobacco and is a baseball orank. NOT ALL KILLED BY SHOT. Splinters Were More Destructive Than Missiles in the Eastern War. recent war between Japan and China has taught officers of the American navy at least one new thing in the construction of vessels. There will be scarcely any woodwork in the Oregon, that is rapidly nearing completion at the Union works.

This is due to the fact Iron, there were more people killed and injured in the naval battles in the orient by flying wooden splinters than by the bullets exploding shells. Most of the cruisers and battle ships that took part in the war were constructed with steel hulls, and all of them were more or less protected with heavy armor The interior fittings furnishings the quarters and the deck coverings, however, were of wood. When a shot pierced huli of a vessel and tore through the wood the in the interior of the ship splinters were sent flying in all directions. In most cases the shot passed through the vessel without injuring any of the crew, but the shower of wooden splinters filled the sick bay and kept the sailmaker sewing up the dead in canvas sacks for burial. On the battleship Oregon practically no wood will be used.

All the bulkheads and partitions dividing the rooms in the officers' quarters are to be of iron. No wood will be used on the decks, but instead linoleum will be cemented to the iron deck to prevent slipping. All the doors will be of iron, and all those leading to the decks will be made watertight. A MOTHER'S STEADY NERVE. Her Baby Boy on the Parapet of a Roof Garden.

Washington Post: Only four persons saw it, but it was a sight those four will not forget while life lasts. Not more than a fortnight ago a woman who lives in Georgetown came over to spend the day with a friend in an enormously tall apartment house. She brought her little three-year-old son with her. It was a hot day, and the two women with the boy went up to the roof garden. Something distracted the mother's attention for a moment, and in that moment the baby had clambered to a chair, thence to a rustic table, and as the mother turned was just walking along the parapet's edge of the sickening height, laughing and waving his hands.

Nobody knows how long it was. It seemed a lifetime. The mother dared not approach, for at every movement on her part the venturesome little midget ran away, and called her to catch him. He would not be coaxed to come down, but finally he yielded to a bribe and climbed down. And did the mother faint? Well, no, she didn't.

Her hair didn't turn white, either. She simply took the little boy into her arms without a word. She held him close to her for a long time, and then--well, she turned him over her knee and spanked him. Late Mrs. George Putnam.

"The circumstances attending the death of Mrs. George Haven Putnam, wife of the senior member of the wellknown publishing house, are," says the Critic, "particularly sad. husband and two daughters were abroad when she was taken ill. The former was about to leave for home, the latter were to remain abroad to finish their studies, having just been graduated with honor from Bryn Mawr. Mr.

Putnam arrived in New York Saturday last, the day after his wife's death, the news of which he was entirely unprepared for, her illness from typhoid fever having been very short as well as very severe. Mrs. Putnam was most active in all reform and philanthropic movements, and her influence and practical interest will be sadly missed by all her associates. She was a healthy-minded woman, and until her last illness she enjoyed the best of physical health, too, if one may judge by appearance. She was a woman of sound common sense and cheerful disposition, and her gracious presence many a dull occasion bright.

Mr. Putnam has the sympathy of a large circle of friends in his severe bereavement." Glasgow, the Model City. The problem of municipal government does not seem to be insoluble to the people of Glasgow, Scotland. That city has the reputation of being the best governed municipality in world. Glasgow makes all the gas the people need, selling it for 60 cents per 1,000 feet.

It owns and operates all the street car lines. It carries now per week 300,000 one-cent fares, 600,000 two-cent fares, 95,000 three-cent fares, 20.000 four-cent fares. It also owns its own electric light plant and water works. The profits from these plants go to the people, and not to enrich a dozen or SO fortunate possessors of franchises. The secret of the Glasgow administration is that the city has been taken out of politics.

It is a business government, conducted by competent men who have no personal ends to serve. It is a pity American cities a are not patterned after the city on the Irreverent. "What do you know about gold and silver?" asked the young farmer of the irreverent youth. "You are too young to understand anything about the coinage question." "Oh, of course," jeered the youth, "I guess I am too young to be a safe man to sell a gold brick to." The allusion was painfully personal. -Indianapolis Journal.

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