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CHAPTER II.—(Continued.)
8he looked up in his face with a lit-
tle smile that would have appeased a
very martinet in love.
"I am very sure that Roddy does not
care a scrap nowadays for me," she
said demurely, adding, with sweet con-
trition, "and I am not surprised, after
the way I treated him. But I was only
a thoughtless girl in those days, and i
know he has forgiven me."
"How long ago is it since "those
days'?" queried Don, toying with a
golden strand of her hair. Her words
had restored his reassurance and calm.
"I try to think it is a long, long
time, Don," she answered gravely, "for
then I never'thought of right or wrong,
or how beautiful it makes life if we
try to serve God rather than self. Oh,"
she broke off, with a thrill of emotion
in her voice, "sometimes I pray I may
live to be an old woman, just to try to
make up for all those wasted years."
"And so I, too, pray that you may,
though it were only to solace the de-
clining years of a lost sinner like my-
self, sweet saint," he rejoined, lightly.
"And now, my darling, since I know
your heart is mine, beyond retraction,
I can risk to tell you my news from
home today. That faithless Roddy is
about to be espoused to my sister, Dl."
"Oh, I am so glad—so glad!" she ex-
claimed, and there was no mistaking
the genuine warmth of her words.
. "You will tell him that when you
write, won't you, Don? And I myself
will write to Dl. Oh, Don, I think Di
1b one of the noblest women in the
whole world. But for her example I
should never have learned to remem-
ber our lives are not our own."
Don rose from her side with a mo-
mentary flush on his cheek.
"You were not always such a little
Puritan, Llllie," he rallied her, "or,
don't you know, 'pon my word, I
should have been afraid to think it
possible you would ever look at such
a reprobate as me, for—you know I am
not a hypocrite, Lillie—I'm not a good
fellow by any means, and, to tell the
truth, I don't want to be one."
It was a bold thing for him to say
In the face of her guileless professions
of faith; but love made Lillie blind to
everything but the bliss of knowing
,he had claimed her heart forever,
and that into his hands had been put
the wondrous power of making his
chequered life blessed.
She rose, too, and put her hands out
to him with a sweetness that banished
all thought of alien opinion.
"Some day, Don, perhaps you will
come to know, as I do now, that this
world is not everything; and so long
as you love me I am content to wait
for I know that God will make it plain
to you in His own good time."
Don's arms closed around her with
more demonstrative tenderness than
he had yet shown.
"My white Lily, I am perfectly cer-
4, * taln we shall prove a model Darby and
Joan, for, s.nce you will have me, what
do I care for anything else?"
And then he kissed her again, and
murmured "sweet nothings" In her ear
that brought the color flitting happily
^ to her lovely cheek. Lastly he drew
. from his little finger a gold band, bear-
's Ing a diamond ivy leaf, and inscribed
inside with the single word "Bydand"
—steadfast—the Gordon badge and
motto.
And when he had placed it on the
third finger of Lillie's fair hand,
repaid him by throwing her arms about
his neck and giving him the first shy
kiss of love.
"Oh, Don, may we be like the ivy,
and always cling close to each other.
May nothing ever come between us
two!" she cried.
Those words of deepest love might
mayhap have fallen more fitly from
the man's lips than the girl's; but Don
read in their sweet solemnity the hid-
den meaning of a hoped-for higher
bond of union, and he only smiled con-
siderately as he held her close and re-
turned her kiss with liberal interest.
"I hope," he said playfully, "that
means you never, never would be so
cruel as to jilt me as you did old Rod-
dy. There! forgive me, sweet, I'm
a brute to have reminded you of those
days when you were such a dear little
coquette. Are you quite sure you are
not afraid of giving yourself to such
a jealous beggar as I am, Lillie? For
you know I am Jealous."
Do you know why I didn't tell you
of Roddy's engagement till I knew that
I had won your dear heart? Because
I didn't want to be taken out of pity."
"i "You need never be jealous of me
' any more, Don," she said, with sweet
earnestness.
"What of His Highness Prince Clem-
ent Sing, who your father told me sent
you lately a present of a certain cash-
f mere shawl, and a champac necklace?"
he queried, laughing.
But the question turned Lillie's
blushing face for the instant pale. It
had suddenly reminded her of Cp.ptaln
Derwent's favor of this would-ba suit-
or for her hand. Prince Clement Sing,
though a native of the Punjaub, had
^European blood in his veins, and had
lived from boyhood in England, and
graduated at one of the English uni-
versities.
"I would have returned the presents,
but father explained to me it would
give serious offense," she said depre-
eatingly. "It was unpleasant to have
to accept them; but if it is the custom
of the country to give costly things
like that as we give flowers and trifles
at home " She stopped.
"I was only joking," Don interrupted
her calmly. "But this reminds me,
love. I shall have to get your father's
consent, I suppose, before I can ask you
to name the happy day? For you
know of old I'm not a patient fellow,
Lillie. I like things to be assured and
smooth-sailing. I stick to the fine old
maxim: 'If 'twere well 'twere done,
then 'twere well it were done
quickly'."
She looked up in her tall lover's face
with a piquant, dubious smile.
"That sounds almost like getting
over a disagreeable duty," she objected.
"And I am sure my father won't want
me to run away from him Just yet—not
till this disturbance on the frontier
is over, and he is ready to take me
home."
For to the heart of a Briton, in
whatever foreign clime, the sacred
name of "Home" belongs to the be-
loved British Isles alone.
For answer Don drew her once more
within his arms.
"I can't wait for that, Lillie." And
if his mastery arose more from the
dogmatic will of the man than the im-
petuosity of the lover, there was no
doubt about his earnestness. "If you
ever go back home, it must be aa my
wife; but, Lillie, I won't promise you
I would take you. I could not bear
it, for I am a homeless wanderer now."
The quiver in his voice moved her
profoundly.
"We will make a fresh home, Don,
you and I, wherever you like in the
whole world," she said.
Even Eton, self-absorbed as was his
nature, was touched by her devotion.
"You are very generous, my darling,
and I am going to take you at your
word by asking your father to give
you to me before the summer. I hope
to see him in a very short time, for I
have Just had orders to take a relief
draft of our Derbys out to join his
camp to-morrow."
She turned pale as her clinging
gown.
"To-morrow? Oh, Don, why didn't
you tell me before you were going to
leave me to-morrow?"
"Because 111 news is told all too
soon," he answered gently. "But
cheer up, child, I don't expect to be
gone more than three or four weeks
at the most."
But she clung to him, with the tears
swimming in her beautiful blue eyes.
"Oh, Don, my dearest, I shall be
dreading all sorts of things hapr?ning
to you on the way! I used to feel so
frightened when my father went out
first; but now I know he is safely in
camp it is different. Oh, Don!" she
broke off, "if you never come back to
me it would break my heart!"
"My darling," he reassured her, "the
tribes have surrendered, and the war
is practically over. There's really
nothing to be nervous about."
"You must think of me killing time
counting the hours which will bring
me back to the dear little woman who
is going to open a paradise for the
poor outcast wanderer."
She put up her little hand to his
lips.
"Don't call yourself that, Don. As we
hope to be forgiven, forgive and for-
get the wrong your mother did you
when she brought you up as Gadie's
heir. Remember it was all for love
of you she sinned."
"What then, sweet pleader, would
you have it that love condones a sin?"
he queried, capturing the hand and
covering it with kisses.
"God forbid!" she answered earnest-
ly; "but surely, because of that love,
forgiveness should be easier?"
Ah! how both were to remember that
conversation in a bitter day to come!
All too soon came the final moment
for last caresses and parting words,
for presently the red-turbaned native
announced that "Gordon sahib's horse
was at the gate as ordered, and his
cloak also, as dew was falling."
Lillie picked up a silk coverlet from
the divan, and throwing it over her
shoulders, accompanied her lover to
the veranda.
The moon had risen, and in its clear
light her lovely face, with its aureole
of golden hair, shone radiant with its
love, but quivering with the pain which
this moment of farewell brought.
The red fireflies were flashing, the
perfume of rose and pink oleander
wafted from the garden on the hot air.
On the far-stretching terrace of the
bungalow a great adjutant bird, with
its head nestling under its wing, was
silhouetted against the silvery expanse
of sky.
From the prickly-pear hedge of the
compound rose anon the melancholy
howl of a jackal.
All unconsciously, scene and hour
were to be fixed irrevocably upon Don
Gordon's memory down to the veriest
trifle.
He took his cloak from the native's
hand, and, throwing it on, stood trifling
with its clasp to prolong the exquisite
fascination of the spell which had sud-
denly fallen upon him and held him in
its grasp.
Was it the mystic secret of love ,
which was coming to him there on the
silvery wings of the tropic night.
H« stooped at last and gathered the j
trembling girl in a lingering embraca.'
"What message shall I take to tha
father, little one?"
"That I love you." she answered sim-
ply, "and that I only live for you both
to come back to me."
He sealed the confession with a pas-
sionate kiss, and tore himself away, to
spring lightly to the saddle.
For an instant he paused on Mi
prancing steed with bared head, hia
brown eyes bent upon her, and a smils
on his moustached lips.
"Till we meet again." He spoke
softly then, as, kissing his hand to her,
he resumed his helmet and galloped
away into the moonlit night.
"Till we meet again!"
She lifted her tear-dimmed eyes to
the star-spangled heavens in a mute
supplication that the Father of all
would watch between him and her till
that day came.
Ah! she little knew what the inter-
val held in store.
CHAPTER III.
"Impossible, my dear sir—impossi-
ble!"
It was Captain Derwent who spoke
in that decidedly aggressive tone of
decision, and he whom he addressed
was Don Gordon, as they strolled in
company along a narrow track by the
side of a winding nullah, on their way
back to mess at the Tirah camp.
It was nearly three weeks since the
lover had bidden Lillie farewell, and
she It was who was under discussion
now.
Don's cheek was flushed, and his dark
eyes glowed ominously as their glance
followed the clouds of pale smoke from
the cheroot he puffed for several min-
utes in proud silence.
That he had never contemplated Cap-
tain Derwent's blunt refusal of his suit
was very certain, by the easy assurance
with which he had courted and won
Lillie's own consent.
"You say it is Impossible your daugh-
ter should ever be my wife?" Don
spoke at last, with painful distinct-
ness.
It was characteristic of Don's nature
that he was rarely roused to passion;
but, once roused, it was deep and last-
ing; and by the pallor that had re-
placed the flush upon his face it was
too evident he was moved to passion
now.
"Perfectly impossible, my dear fel-
low, though I hate telling you so, don't
you know?"
"Since you have told me so much, 1
should like that you will tell me more,"
said Don, in that calm voice that little
betrayed the fire at his heart. "May
I ask why it is perfectly impossible?"
"My dear sir," exclaimed the elder
officer, somewhat sharply, "if your own
common sense does not tell you my
chief reasons, then you must pardon
my being outspoken. You've said your-
self you haven't a rupee beyond your
pay and what your uncle, Colonel Gor-
don, chooses to allow you yearly. Now,
honestly, do you consider you are at
all a suitable match for my little girl,
who, you must remember, is now an
heiress. Had you been heir of Ga-
die "
"Thanks," said Don curtly. "I do
not need to be reminded of my re-
versed fortunes, and, I will confess, I
should never have asked Lillie to
share my poverty. It is only the fact
of her being an heiress makes it possi-
ble she could ever become my wife."
" 'Pon my word, sir, you're frank!"
exclaimed Captain Derwent, irritated
by what he deemed effrontery on Don's
part. "My daughter should be hon-
ored to know that, had she been a
'tocherless lass,' as we say in the
north, you would have had none of
her."
He laughed, as if to pass the matter
off as a joke; but be was genuinely
annoyed.
(To be continued.)
The SpreAd of Contagions Diseases.
The responsibility of those persons
who supply the public With food and
drink is not sufficiently realized by the
community at large. Not long since
a number of cases of diphtheria broke
out in a neighborhood. The disease
was of a very severe type, and, in sev-
eral instances, proved fatal after two
or three days' illness. It seemed im-
possible, at first, to trace the conta-
gion to its source, but after a thor-
ough canvass of the vicinity it was
discovered that a dealer in milk had
in his family a couple of cases of diph-
theria. He professed ignorance of the
cause of the children's sickness, and
even when assured of its nature,
claimed that he had no idea that it
could b« conveyed in milk. The fact
that parents do not know how chil-
dren oould have contracted this dis-
ease often acts as a check upon any
efforts to combat It, insisting that as
the little ones have not been exposed
to this malady it certainly must be
something else that ails them. When
illness of this sort breaks out in a
family the only proper course is to
have it Investigated at once. Delays
are quite sure to be disastrous if not
fatal, and in the present condition of
medical knowledge on this subject,
there is reasonable hope of relief if
attention is given when the first
smyptoms of illness manifest them-
selves.
All Kinds.
Snobson (to inhabitant of out-of-
way seaside resort)—"What sort of
people do you get down here in the
summer?" Inhabitant—"Oh, all sorts,
zur. There be fine people an' common
people, an' some Just half and half,
like yourself, zur."—Punch.
Love'o Playfulness.
"And there's nothing more between
us?" he asked. "No, Harry, dear,"
she replied, nestling against his shoul-
der; "I can't get any closer to you."—
Philadelphia North American.
Plum Growing in Wisconsin.
(Condensed from Farmers' Review Steno-
graphic Report of Wlsoonsln Horticultural
Convention.)
Prof. E. s. Goff, horticulturist to
Wisconsin Experiment Station, sald^
Can the growing of plums for market
be made profitable in Wisconsin? This
is a practical question that should in-
terest all our fruit growers. If it can
be, many of us would doubtless take
advantage of the fact, fon reliable and
profitable fruit crops are not so nu-
merous in our state that we would not
gladly welcome a new one. If we at-
tempt to analyze this question, it sep-
arates naturally into two other ques-
tions, viz.: 1st, Can we grow the fruit?
and 2d, can we sell it after we have
grown it, at profitable prices? Our ex-
perience at the experiment station en-
ables me to answer these questions in
a measure, while the experience of
others furnishes additional evidence.
First—Can we grow the fruit? The
cultivated plums include a number of
botanical species, which differ mate-
rially in hardiness and other qualities.
The large blue or yellow plums that
have been common in city fruit stands
for half a century or more, belong to
a species that was early imported
from Europe and that is grown witn
more or less of success throughout the
eastern, southern and Pacific states.
The flower-buds of this species are
tender in Wisconsin, and while they
often escape destruction in the south-
ern and eastern portions of our state,
they are not to be depended upon in
any but the most favored locations.
This European species, botanlcally
known as "Prunus domestica" cannot
therefore be commercially grown to
any large extent in our state.
The more recently introduced Japan-
ese iplums, "Prunus triflora," that are
bo rapidly flooding our markets with
their showy but generally inferior
fruit, are little if any more reliable
in Wisconsin than the European
species, and at present at least, should
not be planted commercially. The
Wild Goose plum, that is grown so
successfully in southern Illinois and
Missouri, and is so extensively shipped
to the Ohicago market in July, repre-
sents a third species known botanic-
ally as "Prunus hortulana." This does
not fruit well at Madison more than
about one year in three owing to the
tenderness of its flower-buds. The
Chicasa plums, "Prunus angustifolia,"
judging from the varieties we have
grown at the .station, are more reli-
able than any I have yet mentioned,
but these, and also the Mariana plum,
which represents still another species,
were badly damaged the past winter.
So far, then all seems to be negative.
And yet the largest crop of plums we
have ever grown at Madison we har-
vested the past summer, after the most
disastrous winter we have ever known.
This crop of plums all came from va-
rieties of the northern native plum,
"Prunus Americana." We have here
a plum that is practically "iron-clad,"
that has not failed to give us a crop
of fruit since 1894, and of which the
better varieties sell readily in our mar-
kets at paying prices. Here is a plum
that can be grown, in its different va-
rieties on every farm in Wisconsin,
and that with proper culture may be
depended upon to produce a crop al-
most every year. This brings us to the
eecond question: Can we sell the
fruit? I answer, yes. We have sold
the fruit readily, and in considerable
quantities at prices varying at from
?1 to |1.50 per bushel, and occasional-
ly at higher prices.
The market for this class of plums
will undoubtedly improve, as the best
kinds like the Surprise, Wyant and
Ochwda are more extensively grown,
as the fruit Is marketed In better
shape and as the people learn to dis-
tinguish between It and the stigma-
tized "wild plums." But we should re-
member that it is not the fruits that
sell to the -wealthy few, at fancy
prices, that will ever yield us very
large returns; it is rather those that
we can sell at a small profit to the
millions at prices that they can af-
ford to pay, that must yield us our for-
tune if we ever get it from fruit grow-
ing. The Americana plum is exactly
this fruit. We can depend upon it, for
it Is hardy and productive; we can
grow it cheap, because we get a crop
every year; we can cell almost unlim-
ited Quantities of it because we can
afford to sell it at prices that the peo-
ple can afford to pay. I do not wish
to be called an enthusiast, and cer-
tainly would not be held responsible
for losses Incurred through following
my advice, and yet it is my convic-
tion that the judicious planting and
cultivation of the choicest Americana
plums may be made profitable in Wis-
consin, both as a home market fruit
and for shipping. Please to note, how-
ever, that I use the word "judicious,"
which means "according to sound
judgment."
I would not advise any one to un-
dertake plum growing who is not will-
ing to give careful attention to the se-
lection of varieties, the culture of the
trees and the marketing of the crop,
and this will necessitate some experi-
menting, and in most cases some mis-
takes will be made. I would plant
cautiously of varieties that yield large
fruit of good quality, and of which the
trees are productive. I would yroup
these trees with reference to their time
of bloom so far as I could gain knowl-
edge on this point; I would cultivate
or mulch the trees well; I would pro-
tect them from the curculio by the
jarring process until we find a better
method; I would thin the fruit on
over-bearing trees; I would pick the
fruit when well-colored and a little
hard; I would pack it artistically and
conscientiously in rather small,
handled btskets, and would experiment
considerably in selling It, using print-
ed matter to call attention to the uses
to which It is especially adapted. If
we spend as much mental energy In
our plum growing as ws must in any
other business to make it successful, I
believe we shall be well rewarded.
It would be easy to figure out very
large profits by computing the pos-
sible yield per acre from the amount
of frull that certain trees in our ex-
periment orchard have borne during
the past five years, but such computa-
tions are always more or Icbs delusive
The days of fabulous profits in fruit
growing are probably over, and it is
perhaps well that they are, for thoy
always provoke Imprudent Investments
that bring only disappointment in the
end. What is vastly more important
is to find and to grow those Btaple
fruits that yield a living profit every
year. The Americana plum is such a
fruit whenever we choose to make it
so by meeting Mother Nature half way.
Horticultural Observations.
Potassium sulphide has been found
to be the best spray to use on the
gooseberry to prevent mildew. The
Geneva, N. Y., station has been at
work 011 this problem for some years
and has obtained the above result.
However, the use of this chemical does
not entirely prevent the mildew, and
the percentage of fruit lost is still
large. The work along this line may
yet give us results that will make it
possible for us to successfully grow
the English gooseberry, which Is the
kind that Is taost seriously affected by
mildew, but is the kind, also, that Is
of most value to American growers.
• * •
A man can soon run out a variety
of strawberries by selecting his plants
from the beds or rows of strawberries
that have fruited heavily. A variety
that has been exhausted can be re-
stored to its first vigor by gathering
vigorous plants that have formed in
new ground from the old plants. At
a recent convention Prof. Goff said
that even the Wilson strawberry can
be restored to its former vigor by, say,
ten years of careful selection. Asked
how he would go about it, he replied
that his course would be to select the
most thrifty Wilson plants at fruiting
time and have new plants formed by
runners from these. This process con-
tinued would result in giving a plant
of great vigor and productiveness.
• • •
In the case of most vegetables 1
garden fruits it does not pay any man
in these days to attempt to grow hie
own seed. He may save a few cents
in the cost of seed, but he Is almost
sure to lose ten times as much in a
decreased crop. The producing of seed
has become a matter of science, and
only specialists are likely to do the
work in a manner that will Insure us
the seed in proper condition. Plants
of the same kind cross so easily, and
even at long distances from each other,
that the amateur Is sure to leave open
some door for disaster. Amateur se-
lected seeds are many times the cause
of varieties apparently "running out."
It no more pays for every man to raise
his vegetable seeds than it does for
every man to try to make his own
boots.
Why Cattle Shippers Should Organise
(From Farmers' Review Stenographic Report,
of National Live Stock Convention.)
G. F. Patrick said: Turn in what-
ever direction you may, and large in-
terests are protected by associated ef-
fort. The people with whom stock
shippers deal directly are above all
others pre-eminent for the perfection
of a system of organized effort. The
stock yards corporations, acting un-
der the immediate direction of a board
of control, speak to us with a single
voice, hold us in the iron grip of a
single strong hand, The railroad com-
panies are controlled by machinery,
perfect in its operation. Passenger
rates are dictated by the passenger as-
sociation, freight rates by the freight
association, so that every local officer
is but the hand of the superior organ-
ization executing its will. When the
shipper of stock comes in contact with
the local agent, he is dealing with a
machine behind and above the agent,
controlling the agent's will and moving
his hand. The single shipper, in his
effort for terms and conditions, is
fighting an individual battle against a
thousand combined in one, against
hundreds of thousands of dollars con-
trolled by a single mind, the will of
the organization. It is an unequal
battle, in which the poor shipper is
ground into the dusL Alone, the ship-
per is nothing; in combination, every-
thing. Singly, he is but one man with
a few thousand dollars; combined, he
Is a multitude with a million at'his
back, and with the business aggression,
experience and ability of an army
standing to support him.
To the shippers in this convention,
and out of it, I say, give us this or-
ganization, honestly nnd wisely con-
trolled, and the days of abuse and op-
pression will have passed, and the time
for fair and equitable dealing, between
shipper and carrier for the mutual In-
terest of both will have come. "In
unity there is strength."
• • a
Another argument in favor of a
shipper association is to be found In
the necessity of representation at the
meeting of traffic and freight man-
agers' associations. State and inter-
state organizations should be so main-
tained that a committee of able ship-
pers would attend all meetings of the
railroad freight officials, and press
upon their attention constantly, reform
in existing methods and measures of
interest to the shippers. It is said.
"A constant drop will wear a hole in
the stone." Acting on this theory, a
committee of the shippers' association
should, with the aid of the a« 3ociatlon,
formulate new and better methods, and
press such methods upon the transpor-
tation companies.
The Cashmere Goat.
a
find!
From Farmers' Review: The en-
terprising undertaking of introducing
into the United States the Thibet goat,
from the wool of which the famous
cashmere shawls are made, was
achieved about half a century ago,
after many difficulties, by Dr. J. B.
Davis, of Columbus, S. C., who waB at
that time employed by the Turkish
government in experimenting on the
growth of cotton in the Sultan's do-
minion. He succeeded at great ex-
pense in securing eleven goats of the
pure breed, which on his way home
he exhibited in Paris and London. The
value of i flock may be estimated from
the fact that the price of a real Thibet
goat is in the neighborhood of a thour
sand dollars; and this price Is not *
speculative one, for no other fleeced
animal has wool of such fineness, soft-
ness and durability.
The prices paid for genuine cash-
mere shawls, or those woven In0 India,
have sometimes been almost fabulous,
a full-sized shawl, such as is called In
America a long shawl, commanding In
Paris or London from five hundred to
five thousand dollars, according to
quality. Scarfs and square shawls, ha*
lng smaller, sell for less. It Is a mis-
take, however, to suppose that alb
these shawls are manufactured
India in the shape in which they ar
sold here; generally the centers an
the borders come out separately, and
are afterwards put together In sixes,
and even patterns, to Buit customers.
Moreover, a large number sold as real
cashmere are Imitations made la
France, the Thibet goat being intro-
duced there more than seventy-five
years, and the cashmere Imitated wltb
considerable skill. There 1b also aai
"Imitation of the Imitation," known
popularly as the French cashmere,
which contains none or very little at
the wool of even the imported goats.
Judges of Bhawls say that the
ulne cashmere article made In Ind
can be told by Its having a less evenl
woven web and brighter colors than
those of French manufacture; and it
Is likewise said that the border of the
real cashmere Is invariably woven lal
small pieces which are sewed together^
as the whole border Is subsequently
sewed to the center, though other au-J
thorities deny the assertion that the
skill of India is Insufficient to broche
a shawl, or, in other words, to weave
the border end center In one piece, oil
run the pattern of one over the other.
Notwithstanding the successful im-
itation of these shawls, fashion andl
luxury still prefer the apparently;
ruder original. Just as laces woven
by hand bring greater prices than the
same pattern woven by machinery, ao
a cashmere shawl known to have
come from India will be valued more
highly than the most perfect Imita-
tion. This, however, may not be tha
only reason. Persons who are familial
with both the real and the imitated
article contend that the former la
softer than the latter, partly from the
way the thread is spun and partly
from the fact that the Thibet goat,
when exported from Its native hills,
perceptibly deteriorates. When in their
original locality, they are a hardy
creature, and the fine, curled wool,
which is so valuable, lies close to the
skin just as the under hair of the com-
mon goat lies under the upper. Eight
ounces of the wool from a full-sized
Thibet goat is a large yield, but the
yearlings, from which the best la
taken, give even less. FVom three to
four pounds is required to make a
shawl of the common grade, and about
five to make one of the larger sice
and finer quality. >
J. G. ALMSHOUSE.
idta
mly
THE LOST POCKET.
How dear to this heart are the old-fash-
loned dresses,
v&i°!n(i lecollec^on Presents them to
X fancy I see the old wardrobes and
presses
Winch hold the loved gowns which In
gir hood I knew.
The wide-spreading mohair, the silk
that hung by It;
The straw-colored satin, with trimming*
of brown;
The ruffled foulard, the pink organdie
nigh It.
But oh, for the pocket that hung la
each gown!
The old-fashioned pocket, the obsolete
pocket,
The praiseworthy pocket that hung la
my gown.
The dear, roomy pocket, I'd hall as *
treasure,
Could I but behold It In gowns of today;
I d find It the source of an exquisite pleas-
ure,
But all my modistes sternly answer me
"Nay!"
'Twould be so convenient when going out
shopping,
'Twould hold my small purchases com-
ing from town;
And always my purse or my kerchlel
I'm dropping—
Oh, me! for the pocket that hung la
my gown!
The old-fashioned pocket, the obsolete
pocket,
The praiseworthy pocket that hung In
my gown.
A gown with a pocket! How fondly I'd
guard it!
Each day ere I'd don It, I'd brush It
with care;
Not a'full Paris costume could make m«
discard it.
Though trimmed with the laces an em-
press might wear.
But I have no hope, for the fashion is
banished;
The tear of regret will my fond vision*
drown;
As fancy reverts to the days that have
vanished,
I sigh for the pocket that hung In my
gown.
The old fashioned pocket, the obsolete
pocket,
The praiseworthy pocket that hung In
my gown.
—Carolyn Wells tn Jamestown (N. Y.J
Journal.
It Is diflScult to find a first-class
dairyman that still believes that he
can make more money out of cowe
from beef mothers than out o2 cowe
from dairy mothers.
— r
Do not feed the dairy calf on fat-*
forming materia)
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