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|7})Maa. K«. IN54 fiaete, «•«. *«TT I (4 with Ito ! A theBmm». »h ».»»». ATHENS, QA.,TUESDAY MORNING. JANUARY 10. 1893 ' YSAR A LOST CHORD FOUND. I VTi> st o 1 iilune in llie rliolr loft," r.v ■ organ tall and scrim, |\V1. trtho koyaher lingers r,-:;»v.-«l their bwn'awect whim: |] siiiiko uf therominji parting, And plead for one farewell kiss, 111m her Hindus! wish forbade me best the sexton old might list. | Then I struck on tho organ a strong, fall chord, " And ere its echoes died [ In the twilight dim of the old gray church 1 kissed my promised bride. Je stood again by the organ hen many years bad fled, 1 siic thought mo grown cold and lira rtless, jnd 1 thought her old love dead, like of our in*t fund parting. Of the chord and its tender tide, 11,(1 flow like the sound of that music Our love had throbbed and died. | Then my heart leaped up with a groat, glad bound And forgot its recent pain, [ For she blushed, and drooping her lashes "Could you find me that chord again?" [Hard llolcoiph in Now York Advertiser. THE MEDAL. would." Then, quickly altering her tone, ehe said to the condfactor in a sympa thetic manner, "Yon have no children, have yon?" “Oh, yes, three," replied the old sol dier, "bnt they are much larger than yonr boy. I have three daughters. My eldest has been married about a year, ami the youngest has just entered npon her apprenticeship." "Then you know just how it is. When we began to be worried abont onr boy's health it was at the worst season of the year, in July, when so many young chil dren die. My husband is a bookbinder, if yon please; he makes book covers. He works at home and hits customers among the middle class, bnt daring the summer every one goes away either to the coun try or to the seashore. "Oh, yes, yon see I know all abont it. That was when onr boy became sick— the night lioforo the celebratiou on the 14th. He was first feverish and then he name to herself with a smile of ten derness. She did not love him yet, bnt suddenly his fearless look—his strange smile—awoke in her— Then quite abruptly her father, taking her with him. lef t for one of his castles in the depths of Anvergne. At lust she summoned np her courage and asked for news of her betrothed, and the old duke, purple with rage, had sternly ordered her never to speak again his name before him. She had obeyed, grief stricken, understanding nothing, until one day when by chance she saw a newspaper and then first learned of a horrible duel fought by Lord Cavendale, in which he had killed his man: of the shameful trial, and then the dates, the frightful dates. After that she remembers a long ill ness and the name of Douglas repeated in her delirium, and the troubled star of the night lamp twinkling faintly out from the midst of clouds of insomnia: TRAVELING IN A EOG. AN OLD BUS DRIVER TELLS SOM£ OF HIS EXPERIENCES. Drivers la London Streets Rave to Re Very Careful Daring the Frequont Reigns of Fogs—Odd Accidents That Occur—The Value of Street Lights. bad a chill; then he liegnu to cry and to ; then she recalls the heartrending walks pr five minutes the early morninp raged, and the cold ruin was eat bubbles where it fell into |gutter. Thus the street had been enly abandoned, and down the side e square in which stood one of the ■st shops, the small cab horses, mo- ess and glistening under the shower, id like the painted animals of a toy Nevertheless, the bus which runt the principal street to the Northern my station had just turned the cor the two dapple gray horses, giving bod shake to their collars as they |ted through the puddles of water.* like the platoons of a Roman legion Itered by their shields, the passengers, i out from the waiting room and al lied to besiege the heavy, coach under ■ ruin drenched umbrellas. Die on, the north!" shouted the |tor, never suspecting the andac- ihis ellipsis. “Only wide; one. two, three four, live." ire, four and five," said a sweet prom the depth of tho great white a sister of charity, fckets." P idler having closed .thnir tre- large, old. blue cotton ritn- ,-!i umbrella*•■mnwwbbw» nowadays except on the conn- ids—the two nuns climbed up into three 'places : no cue an complain of choking, and his crazy fa ther all the time was entertaining him- elf by putting up his flags, his little red villoons and his plaster images on onr • indows; it qnite set ray teeth on edge. ;h, these men, they rnnst always be thinking of politics; it is their play thing, or whatever yon have a mind to call it. "But the next day, I can tell yon. he thought no more of his decorations or his illuminations. The doctor came, looked alarmed and put on the poor child's buck a plaster as large as my hand. Pleurisy. Do yon understand how a child no older than he is could have such a sickness? We were in straitened circumstances. I am not ashamed to acknowledge k. My hus band went ont to try to collect two or three hills, bufit was of no use; every one had gone away. And then it almost seemed as if we eonld not make our boy well again, onr dear little fellow. taken during convalescence in autumn on the castle terrace, looking out toward the grand mountain panorama, while the plane trees sadly strewed the ground with their great yellow leaves, and how melancholy she felt while following with her eyes the flight of the clouds chased by the northwest wind, which raged even to the summits. Then she took the great step of her life, and in spite of her father’s grief, in spite of the advice of her uncle. Mgr. de Cardnillan, who came with all pos sible haste from his diocese, she took the veil of a sister of charity, and for six years -she had dressed wounds that seemed to her less incurable than that one inflicted npon her own heart. She had watched with the dying, whom she almost envied liecanse they could leave this world before herself. But suddenly she remembers that if dead to the world, as she believes herself to be. she still pre serves and yet wears around her neck LIFE HISTORY OF CUTWORMS. We live, yon see. at 33 Vinaigriesj the little medal. blessed by the pope, i more seat." called the conductor [up another woman came ont'of fra! and gave her number—a 1 tbe lower class, with her Ihien :s twenty-five years old. and Rtcring as well as she could under sunshade a little hollow eyed, looking boy, whom she carried on rm and who clung tightly about now. mamma.” said the eon- •v.stling in his rubber coat, inrciiiti is too old. Yon must buy fi t for him.” that, sir," quickly replied the wo- f seeking to retain herself posses- i “he v; three years and a half." 1ml a little more: well. well,. It is bad weather; -climb up lively poor woman, with a shame faced the only vacant scat, near the floor atid opposite the two nuns, |g her tilth* boy on her knees, and •Tiug-n-ling. ting-a-ling-a-ling." ill bus went jogging away with an frilling noise, just like iron bars or the pavements or like ass. lough seated side by side and id exactly alike the two sisters of did not resemble each other, filler was perhaps fifty, with the physique and ruddy color of a Pi 's wile. As soon as she had given inductor six great pennies wrapped | a bit of paper (it was all the money flhe poor nans had and the mother ior had but jnst given it to them By were setting forth on an errand hospital) the stouter sister in a ltrifled muuzier put her big basket pr knees and crossed her hands npon Bundle. She was a trne, good, reli- i woman, but a woman'who’, must te the lowliest duties and do the est work. r companion, on. the other hand, till quite young, possibly twenty- Jor twenty-four years old, and her I appearance bore the strongest tes- to her refined arid aristocratic in a word, she'came of a good Only that soul painter, Philippe Uainpagne, would have had the larv genius capable of putting ob i that. pale, • distinguished looking face already emaciated and with ;ht shadows under its great hazel {'"Worthy of an archduchess were transparent hands with their taper- Ingers. which the yonng sister’ of. |y supported npon her old horn ed umbrella. ^nwhile this woman of the lower these worthy people, they Are ■eat children, full of confidence llesBness; how excited they be llow badly they are deceived by kd foolish flattery, bnt then how ttured they are!—this poor work- pman suddenly entered into con- ion with the conductor, who was p. lean, gray bearded old soldi Bg upon his vest the faded ribbon Crimean medal, and who had ae, while collecting the poor b, to bestow a smile. and a ord or so npon her sickly boy. i trne enough." she said; "he quite sick, poor little fellow, i been to bring him away'from al, where he has remained for He has still his little le image, for he went to {he the Infant Jesns. The old Id speaks to yon as if you, were has a good heart all the same bis minute said to .me. 'Six cod liver oil and he will' be not so, Popol? His name is nd you will not makeup a street. We have only two rooms, and the bedroom has no window except one that looks ont npon a wall. Then the doctor said: 'Yon must take him to the hospital, i will give you a line to the house surgeon, who is one of my friends. Oh. but that was hard. We carried him there in a cab. although I had to take a pair of sheets to the pawnshop to pay the fare. But at «.iy husbuniTT-ffttifneed onr little boy, whom 1 was carrying wrapped up in a woolen blanket, and said to ine abruptly.'Yon go in alone; I haven’t the courage.' "1 went iu—mothers are strong; they have to be—but when the house surgeon took Leopold front my arms it seemed as if my heart would break, Then went out of doors to find his father, who was smoking while he waited for me. When he saw me come ont alone with my blanket over my arm. he threw his pipe down on the sidewalk, where, it broke into twenty pieces, and then we walked home side by side without say ing a word. 1 shall never forget those six weeks that Leopold staid at the hospital. It was summer, nnd I believe that the weather was beautifnl, bnt all that time it seemed to me as if the sun uever shone. “Yes. I could see him Sundays and Thursdays, and in spite of the rules 1 carried him sweets, toys, like this, con cealed under my shawl, and they told ine that he was getting better, that he ' would certainly get well. But when 11 would once get out into the street on my way home it seemed as if 1 could never stop crying. Still I had to force back my tears and not return home with red byes, on account of my husband, who could not go with me, for he bad found work again. “He suffered as mnch as I daring oar boy’s absence, yon nnderstand. though all the time he tried to put on a brave face: but once when 1 returned from the hospital I surprised my poor husband, who was weeping before one of Leopold’s old photographs, which he had placed on his work bench. Now it is all over, and happily over, all the sorrow,” said the poor woman, half devouring her child with kisses, “arid you will see yonr father again: he is oven now getting breakfast for you, and you will get well, my darling, and yon will grow largo and strong. He has good plnmp checks al ready. And you will take your cod liver oil to please yonr mother, will yon not, my boy?" . While the poor woman was thus pour- which Lord Cavendale had brought back to her on his return from a short visit to Italy. The weakness of a woman who has once been in love! Jnst at this moment her companion softly touched her arm. believing her to be asleep. “Wake up, sister; we have just reached the place.” .< *• ^ Mile.' Annette de Cardaillan. in her re-1 The fog came down on London Ipst week, and in early morning the fog sig nals were exploding on the suburban lines. Talking of the fogs, an old bns driver had an interesting chat with me the other morning on my way from Hammersmith. "These ’ere fogs is dreadful,” he said. “One day I’m thinkin of was a bad an; I couldn’t get the ’osses to go at all, so I j turned back at Piccadilly. Bnt that doesn’t pay; for if the company don’t think—and they mostly dou’t think—it’s thick enough to stop running the buses and yon do stop without any official tell ing you, they’ll make you pay for trie half of the journey that you missed. I had to pay for that half journey from Piccadilly." "Have yon ever got on the wrong road through the fog?” I asked. "Oh. yes; lots of times. I’ve often turned up a wrong street, bnt I’ve gen erally found my way again. Bnt one time—about three years ago—1 got quite lost. It was going from Hammersmith to Liverpool street. Yon could have cut the fog, it was so thick. We passed Kensington and Knightsbridge all right, and then I got somewhere where 1 didn't know; my ‘mate’ behind looked abont a bit, but be couldn’t make out where we was, so we went and asked a p’liceman. He was on point duty and told ns we was in tbe park somewhere, but he didn’t know where. Bqt I’ve made plenty of mistakes like that. Why. the first rumthis morning 1 nearly went the wrong way. “Now. look here," he said, pointing to a street lamp that was glimmering quite close at hand, "those are the things that puzzle yon. You think that's on the pavement and go sharp off to the right to miss it and you find yourself at th< wrong side of the road with traffic on till sides of you and a policeman swearing "Ttiffl"\. dmhImm for That’s in the Three Important Methods of Cheeking Damage by Cutworms. There are few garden pests that are more exasperating in their manner of doing damage than the cutworms. A choice tomato plant, perhaps of a new variety, a half dozen young cabbages, two or three young squashes near to gether. are found lying prostrate in tbe morning, when they were upright and healthy the evening before. It is easy to see that their stems have been cut off near the surface of the ground during tho night, bnt no other signs of the dep redator are visible. Sometimes by poking tbe earth away from the roots of the plant one can find a dirty brown worm, looking like a in the cut. Tills is the cutworm, the author of the mischief, and represented in the sketch mnch en larged. There are many species of these cut worms, and they attack a variety of field and garden crops. They are all yonng, or larvae of medium sized, night flying moths, one of which is represented after a figure (greatly enlarged) by Dr. Riley at b. These moths deposit their eggs generally on the twigs or branches of trees and shrubs, and the larvae soon hatch and descend to the ground, where they feed upon grass or clover. They become- about half grown, by the time winter sets in. . Then they shelter them selves under boards or rubbish or bur row into the soil. Thus they pass the winter, and in spring come out of their hiding places in a famished condition. They begin feeding soon as possible, and attack a variety of plants, such as cabbages, tomatoes, turnips, squashes, melons, corn, oats and others. THE WHEAT PLANT IN WINTER. . ... ... . oi n i t _■ causing an obstruction. _ 1 *’ 10U8 _ j iJ ,._ r ™ T_ n8 .A ’ middle of the road: it isn’t on the pave ment at all. I’ve often wished that big eyes and sees just in front of her that poor woman with her little boy on her knees, who had been the involuntary cause of her dream. jC^nickly putting her hand to her throat, after some difficulty she succeeded in [ inserting two of her fingers under the stiff starched calico of her stom acher and drawing ont a small gold medal held in place hy a fine cord, which she hurriedly snapped. She placed it. yet warm with the heat of her body, in the working woman’s hand, saying: "Won’t yon please accept, inudame, this remembrance and hang it around your little sick Iniy’s neck? It is a medal which our good father, the pope, blessed at Rome pix years ago.” And disengaging herself from the ex cited mother's half stammered thanks the sister of charity followed her stout companion. Who had already got down from the bus and was walking bravely along through the mud. The conductor bad a great desire to say a word or two. but he was an old infantry corporal who had had part of his ear cut off by a Russian bullet at Balaklava and who felt the deepest re spect for women. Besides, the poor mother was looking at the blessed medal with a very serious and moved expres sion. "French and a soldier.” so runs the song, and the conductor contented himself with smiling behind his gray mustache while he mattered to himself. “Oh. these women—these women!”— Translated for Boston Transcript from the French of Francois Coppee. Genuine Attar of Rotes. When yon see "genuine attar of roses” offered on the "bargain connter” for twenty-five cents a half pint you are justified in suspecting that article. The real "attar” comes in copper canteens, which weigh about twenty ounces. They are valued at $100 apiece. The present supply of attar is chiefly derived from a small tract of country on the southern ride of the Balkan mountains in the Turkish province of Roumania. The principal seat of the trade is in the town ing out the fullness of her heart the bns ^ Kizanlik. url the damask rose is the conductor (be was a father) and the elder fl ower grown. sister of charity (she was a good woman) i The peasant b plant it in rows in gar- listefied to her with encouraging smiles. ! den9 an<] fie ) (l8 . During the month of Bnt what was, the other nun thinking j the flowers are gathered by boys about, the yonng mater, so pale, with the aristocratic looking hands, who had low ered her velvety eyelashes as if absorbed in deep thought? She thought to her self as she sat there, “Here are two peo ple who are bound together for better or for worse, who love each other and who have a little child.” She thought to her self that once—oh, it was a very, very long time ago. Jong before her kindly hands bad ministered to suffering-hu manity—she had had a dream, a pare and noble dream, which came back to her like a vague remembrance, revived by the rimple remarks of the unworldly working woman. She is dreaming of the past she remembers. Her name then was Annette de Car daillan. She graduated from the Con vent of the Sacred Heart, and in the dnke’s (her father’s) house the high win dows of the yonng girl’s room looked ont into the large garden. It was spring time, and she gazed into the midst of a and girls in sacks and clothes baskets. The flowers are daily distilled that they may lose none of their odor by delay. It is said th.it abont 7.500 pounds of flow ers are required to produce 2} pounds of pure attar.—Buffalo CommerciaL at The Profeuor Ink Fix. The herr professor has entered the lecture room and taken off his overcoat. Now he takes his seat at the desk, when he becomes aware that he has left his manuscript behind. He is greatly per-. ple\ed, for without manuscript it is im possible for him to proceed with the lec ture. Apologizing to the students and saying he will be back immediately, he harries home, as he remembers having left the papers in his other coat. Herons np to his room in breathless haste. His coat hangs there on the peg, and sure enough the manuscript is in one of the pockets. He takes it ont and transfers it to the pocket of the coat he is wearing, blossoming chestnut tree, all alive with' | H e then takes off this coat and puts on the songs of birds. Then her nncle, the archdnke, arranged with tbe help of lier parents her marriage to Lord Cavendale, of' the oldest nobility of Ireland. And she hears again the sad theme in a minor key of the Hungarian mazurka, which the orchestra, concealed behind large pglms, played at lier ^coming ont ball. How embarrassed she had felt at the first glance of that young man. who was the other, and hurries off to the college to find when he gets there that he is again minus his manuscript.—Fliegende Blat ter. 11 swallow you A Costly Conquest. The conquest of France in 1871 was a dear bargain for Germany after all. The £200.000.000 indemnity was mainly spent u.ov 81 ..uw j on fortresses, and since the war Ger- so correctly diessed, with his hair so 1 many has spent £600.000,000 on her army smoothly brushed, with his short red-! alone. If the loss of the labor of 400,- dish beard, and whose black eyes, dia-! 000 men perpetually withdrawn from mond bright, gave him the fatally royal j industries and kept locked np in bar- look of a Valois. Douglas—his name racks is calculated, some faint conception I was Douglas, sod tor si. months -rnsTbs tomed Qf^^cortHMS.of milr- promised mother yon h*d often, very often, whispered- hie tajism.—London Tit-Bits. lamp at the corner of Hyde park far enough; it always balks me.” “Are there many accidents in foggy weather?” “1 dou’t think there are more than iu clear weather, for every one drives care ful—they have to do or they’d soon have a smash. Sometimes, you know, a cab by will pull up sharp and yonr pole will go through the back of his ‘ker- ridge;’ but then them things always hap pens. The ’osses, too, gets frightened when it gets extra thick, and they'll ‘jib;’ bnt they’re often not so bad afe some of the passengers, who nudge you and pnll you and tell you to 'please he careful.’ The fog doesn’t hurt the ’osses much; it might give ’em a cold, hut it’s us that suffers most. .When there’B u frost and a fog together it’s awful. “I’ve often had my ’oases led but we dou’t like any one to tofich our animals' heads. It’s like an it. .--tit to us. Flice- men are always at that game, because they know we don’t like it But it’s very bad when they fall down in a fog. for no one can see yon and it’s quite likely that another bus will come sailing along right onto you, but ip all my experience I’ve only seen one ’oss down in a fog. and he was shot I’d sooner drive anywhere on a thick night than np to Hammersmith or Bayswater. You have the park all along one ride of the road, and you know how dark it is. I think Bayswater is the worst of the two. 1 once drove a three ’oss metropolitan bns into the middle of a row of hansoms, bnt it’s surprising what a little damage is sometimes done in a collision.” “But how do yon manage to find yonr way?” “Why, we grope,” was the significant answer. “I think the best way is to get the left hand wheel of yonr bns against the curb and ‘let her grind.' You won’t know what that is. Well, 1 mean keep ing alongside the pavement. Never mind the wheels; they’ll be all right. On some routes men go abont with lan terns to gnide you, bnt that’s too slow work. I once went a journey when the conductor took one of the lamps in his hand and ran along on the pavement to show me how far I was off the enrb, bnt all men haven’t the Samp disposition, and I’ve had a conductor who wouldn’t move off the step to tell me which ride of thu Toad I was. Why. sometimes 1 can’t see the whip f have in my hand, it’s so thick. Some buses have bells, bnt I don’t; they don’t show yon where you are—that’s what you want to know. The fog’s only good to the ‘pirates;’ peo ple can’t see which bns they’re getting into, and a good many grumble when asked to pay the extra fare. But it doesn’t do them very much good, for some folk are frightened to ride in a fog —they think it’s safer to walk;” “Thank yon, sir. Good morning.”— Pall Mall Budget. Robbery in Northern. China. In many districts of northern China organized robbery is the regular winter employment of so large a proportion of the people that travelers are forced to avoid these regions, it is said. Robbers prey npon the people of the country as well as npon travelers. In many places families are obliged to have one member sit np all night with a light to discourage the thieves from attack, bnt the robbers are so well organized that in many in stances they beset and overpower the watchers.—Philadelphia Ledger. Ancient Remains. Thebes, Egypt, at the present time presents ruins twenty.-seveif miles in elr- cumference. The remains of many of the buildings, such as columns, arches, etc., are, of such gigantic size that no known modern machinery would be equal to the task of taking them down, to say nothing of putting them in their present positions.—-St. Lonis Republic. MOTH AND CUTWORM ENLARGED. In the garden they commonly gnaw off the stems and leave the plants on the ground, though occasionally they eat the whole plant. Late in spring or early in summer they become full grown as worms. Then they make themselves hollow cells in the soil and change to the pupa or chrysalis state. Two or three weeks later they again change, this time coming forth as adult moths. In some species thero are two broods each season, and in others there is but one. Like other injurious insects, cutworms fluctuate in numbers from year to year. Some seasons they are very‘destructive, while at other time? their injuries may attract no attention. This is doubtless due to the various enemies cutworms have to contend with. They are preyed upon by birds, toads, frogs and preda ceous beetles. They are attacked by many kinds of internal parasites and are subject to certain contagions diseases. Three most important methods of arti ficially checking the damage done by cutworms are summarized as follows by Clarence M. Weed, authority for the foregoing, in American Cultivator: First—The poison method. This con sists in killing off the worms before the crops are planted by strewing over the soil bunches of fresh clover or cabbage leaves which have been treated with paris green or london purple, either, by dipping into a solution of the poison or dusting it on dry. The half grown worms prowling aronnd in search of food eat of the baits thus set and are de stroyed before doing any harm. Second—Using boards as traps. This method consists in placing hoards on the ground in and abont the garden, and col lecting in the morning the worms that will congregate beneath them during the night. Third—Digging ont the worms where plants have been ent off. This is practicable in most gardens, and is well worth doing, thus preventing further damage. Fall plowing is also a valuable gen eral measure, because it exposes the worms to enemies and the weather. Burning np rubbish and over waste grass land also kills some. Feeding Dairy Cattle. At the annual winter meeting of the Massachusetts state board of agricul ture much information of practical in terest was elicited from papers read and the discussions following. In a paper on cattle feed Professor James Cheese- man, of Southboro, urged the use of cottonseed meal and of linseed meal as an important adjunct to dairy farming, an adjunct already highly appreciated in his state. A special value is given to these concentrated feeds, which greatly enhances the valne of the manure dropped hy the animals feeding thereon. Professor Cheeseman reseeds his grass lands once in three years, preferring corn on sod and then grasses. The best way of converting com into food for cattle, in his opinion, is to put it into the sOo. With good ensilage the use of a small amount of cornmeal will secure a well balanced ration. He had three years’ experience with ensilage. The cost of raising and harvesting the com and putting it into the silo is $3.75 a ton, and threo tons of good ensilage is worth a ton of hay, according to his ex perience. Conditions Favorable to Its Coming Out Whole In the Spring. Under favorable conditions the wheat root endures the severest cold with com paratively little injury, especially if the ground is covered even slightly, with, snow. It is not so mnch that snow keeps out the severest cold. Through-» Jiigitt covering of snow cold penetrates. very readily. But it probably is enough to prevent freezing of the soil down to the extremities of the wheat roots. That cuts off the supply of moisture r which even in winter the wheat- root mnst fur nish the leaf to replace that lost by evaporation. Deep freezing when there is no snow on the ground turns the leaves brown, showing that the root i3 locked in frost so that it can no longer supply the moisture required. But if snow touches the leaf the evaporation is from the snow rather than from the plant. After the severest cold when snow has covered the wheat the leaf comes out almost as bright a green as it was in early fall. Much depends on the condition of the soil iu enabling winter wheat to coma ont whole in tho spring, says American Cultivator, authority for the foregoing. Frequently too wet soil is most injuri ous. But the soil, especially in regions where there-is little snow, or on high, exposed places, where snow is blown off by winds, may easily be too dry as well as too wet. On the wind swept knolls the soil dries out quickly and often freezes to great depth. No possible fall growth of top can save the soil from freezing below the lowest wheat roots. Then the more top the plant has made the worse it suffers, because from the numerous leaves a greater evaporation of moisture takes place. It is for this reason as much as any other that low clay lands sheltered from winds are best for wheat. Fanners say the clay soil holds the roots better. It is not that ex actly. The clay holds more moisture, and. thus does not freeze so deeply. But land for wheat mnst not hold stagnant water near the surface. If the water so fills the soil that it becomes ice, its alternate freezing and thawing snap tho-wheat roots, and winter kills the plant. This is not to be confounded with the overflow of surplus water in very wet seasons, when there is a constant outlet by drainage from beneath. That is nearly always beneficial. Soil for wheat should he left in the fall as com pact as possible. If the soil he clay the fall rains will compact the surface., form ing a crust over it. This crust in the fall is hclpfrd, even if it seems too hard to allow best growth qt. the wheat. It excludes the water that would only make the soil spongy. After ever} 7 winter this crust will disappear hy alternate freez ing and thawing, or if a new crust has formed by spring rains it may then b<- harrowed with advantage. Fall hat- rowing of wheat or any stirring of the soil except as may he needed to remove standing water is always an injury to the crop. OUR POLICEMEN’S salaries talked about MANY OF OUR C1T ZSN8- BY Snow Storage. Countries that have inadvisedly al lowed their forest lands to he denuded eventually come to the conclusion that such recklessness involves most serious penalties. This appears to be the case in certain parts of Russia, where severe droughts cause great distress and injury. These droughts are ascribed to the gradu al depreciation of the chantry along tha principal rivers, and to the removal of obstacles in the river beds. Both these factors combine in causing the rain water and melted snow to pass off more rapidly, and the low water level of the rivers therefore become abnormally and permanently low. To remedy this ponds are to he dug or built up in the courses from which the rivers are fed, and on the plains long banks- are to be raised, against which snowdrifts will he formed. The snow thus accumulated will melt more slowly than the thinner masses elsewhere, and will form a valuable supplement to the water supply at the period of the year when the droughts have hitherto ob tained. This is rimi ^ a wholesale adap tation of a practice that has long been attributed to the more provident Rus sian peasants, who are in the habit of using plank walls to intercept the snow. The hanks thus formed are said to fre quently serve as the family water sup ply np to the month of August.—Neva da News. THE CITY COUNCIL PoUcemen—Shou'd the Matter Not be Re considered by la Thought to be Good and So Are the PoUcemen—Shnu'rl tha Mattg r ■ Them? -fflj More than any other subject talked about oi what cecum d at the proceed ings of the city council Wednesday, the last few days, was the lowering of the polioemen’s salaries. Several merchants and business men were heard to expr tss themselves pretty freely about i t One gratleman, while speaking of it, atid: “rhereis no doubt bnt that the council is working f r the best interests of the city, but I believe in lowering the salaries of the p iliceoira th*y male a mistake. Nearly all of them are mar ried men, some with largo families,and I know from personal kaowLdge that none of them are saving money, and many found ttvey hard to get alo^g on ,what they were receiving. Thereduo- vion of forty dollars a year means a great deal to a poor man’s family, and it is simply taking that much from their wives and children. •‘The few dollars the counoil gained by it might have been found in a dif ferent way from that.” A merchant on Broad street when r*. talking about it, said: ‘‘I was gra».tl surprised when I heard of it. I nevo5EH3>$- heard any complaints against tbe force, and I think they have a good set of men on it. ‘‘The same amount of money might have been taken from men receiving a large salary and they would htrdly feel it, but to take it from msu who were receiving only $58.00 a month, Is pretty hard. ‘‘Besides, their responsibilities are in creasing every year, with new stores opsnieg and larger stocks on hand, that they look after on their night duty, and the increase of population. Of all the men employed by the city, government I think the policemen eonld least afford and least deserved & reduction. “At Walthall’s the other night, was the only store broken into in a long rtuio.-ani I.,t\ivqtv it largely due to the watch kept by q,ar policemen."” - ‘ , In the office of one of our oifizms was heard: “We have a good set of men in the council and I hardly think if they had considered the question enough that they would have out down the. DOhcemen. If any change vras to be! made it ought to ba made tha other < ‘ way. $700 00 a year wa9 little enough for the work they do.” One of the policemen was asked when their salaries h id been changed last,and replied: “About two years ago wo were raised from $600.00 to $700.00 a year ” In reference to the present change he sal 1: “Forty dollars a?year don’t sound very large, but it wonld just pay for two suits of clothes every year.” The general feeling among the oiti- zen8, is that they have confidence in the conncil, and believe they are working for the interest of the city, but they have acted a little thoughtless with the policemen, and if the matter could be reconsidered or compromised it should be done. The value of the honey and wax pro duced in the United States daring the past year has been estimated at $20,000,- 000, Depew’s Corpse Story. Chauncey M. Depew told the follow ing story at a banquet in New York: A classmate of mine, a preacher, was located in a spiritualistic neighborhood, and the leader of the spiritualists’ band died. His next friend came to see the clergyman, and said: “We have some thing of the old Puritan spirit left, though we have renounced it-in our practice, and we want our leader buried by Christian ceremonial. Will you at tend?” My friend, the clergyman, con sented in the best spirit of Christian charity. He gave out the hymn, read a passage of Scripture and made such re marks as he conscientiously could, whereupon the wife of the dead spirit ualist rose and said that she had a com munication from her husband. That critical Bpirit tore the eulogium to pieces, ripped up the Bcripture quoted and denounced the hymn. The surviv ing leader of the spiritualist hand came to the clergyman and said: “We beg your pardon. We had no idea that onr leader would come back here and act in this way, and we hope yon will forgive us.” “My friend,” the clergyman said, “I will forgive you, because it is the first time in the many ministrations that I have had of this kind in this parish that 1 have ever been sossed by the corpse.”—New York World. If personB would bring to bear the same amount of common sense, in buy ing a remedy for bronchitis, cough, cold and cronp, that they do in tbe purchase of their family supplies, they would never fail to procure Dr, Bull’s Cough Syrup. x V JOSEPH MYERS OF AUGUSTA. A^Well Known Citizen of the Fountain city Fasses Away. Augusta, Ga., January, 7.—Joseph Myers, one of the mosb prominent dry ■ goods merchants of this city, di8dJthi$ morning at five o’clock. HJs health had been bad for some time. Mr. Myers and Hon. Alex Ste phens were lifelong friends, and Mr. Stephens, on hjs latter visits to Augus ta, always made the*house of Mr. My ers his stopping place. He was 64 years of age, and popular with every body. He was the senior member of the wholesale firm of Myers & Marcus some years ago. Two sons, Sam and Frank, are prominent merohants of Augusta. He died of congeteinn of the lungs. He had between $75,000 and $100,000 insurance on his life. He was oae of tho most prominent Hebrews in the city. < THE TEN CENT STORE In New and Commodious Quarters on Broad Street. Mr. A. Coleman has moved the Ten Cent Store to the old store-room of Julius Cohen & Co., Broad street. Here be has a chance to show bis new stock of goods to advantage. Mr. Co’e* man will be pleased to have all his old friends call oe him at his new place of business. 1 m m Will Not Rem >ve —The report Judge A S Erwin would remove to the Gate City is a mistake. Judge Erwin' will eontinue the practice of law in Athens under the firm of Erwin & Cobb, wjyile Mr. Cobb will open an office cf the firm in Atlanta. The peo ple of Athens will he glad to learn that Judg’ Erwin will remain a citizen of the Classic C.”"” •;dT" mm*
