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MODERN CHICKEN COO> S. The One* FemUhr Lett , Hbv* Given “to Wire Melting. 5 Men whoee.memori» go back, say, 40 yean will rememl er that in 1 loee days when a man wanted to trails chicken coop he bought a bundle 01 two of lath* and built it There are mighty few lath chicken coops built nowadays. • Even the smallest chicken raiser, who keeps a few in his back yard, makes his coop or runway of poultry netting. The chicken house, or shelter, is made of boards, often of two thicknesses and with tarred paper between, for better protection from the weather, and with openings at the bottom and under the projecting roof for ventilation. Laths were cheap; poultry netting is still cheaper. It is made of steel wire, galvanized, in various widths and ip various sizes of mesh. The netting most commonly used is six feet Wide, with a two inch mesh. The chicken raiser sets np a frame and tacks the netting to it Narrow nettings of smaller mesh are ‘used in various ways to keep in little chicks—sometimes a foot wide small mesh netting to run around at the base of the inclosure, the regular netting being set above it, thus increasing the total height of the netting. Sometimes the small mesh netting is run around inside of the regular netting, thus mak ing the lower part of the netting double. Sometimes it is used to make separate small inclosures within the large run way and perhaps to make a number ol small inclosures to keep separate broods of chicks apart The narrow, small mesh netting is made up to three and a half feet in width. There is nowadays a use for wire net ting in chicken houses. A netting with a square mesh is laid on the floor ol chicken houses to keep out rats and mice. There are now many large establish ments in this country for the raising ol chickens for commercial purpose!, for market and for breeding, and there are as many men as ever who raise chickens at home, from the many who keep a few in the back with a simple chicken house and coop, to men who raise many chickens and maintain an elaborate plant for their breeding and keeping. But under whatever conditions they are raised, chickens are rarely seen nowadays in coops made of laths, such as were familiar 40 years ago.—New York Sun. AN ECLIPSE OF THE SUN. Somber and Terrible Was the Scene nt the Moment of Totality. Mrs. Mabel Loomis Todd, writing in The Atlantic of an eclipse seen in Ja pan, says: "Just before totality, to oc cur at 2 minutes after 3 o’clock, I went over to the little lighthouse, taking up my appointed station on the sum mit, an ideal vantage ground for a spec tacle beyond anything else I ever wit nessed. Grayer and grayer grew the day, narrower and- narrower the cres cent of shining sunlight The sea faded to leaden nothingness. Armies of crows, which had pretended entire indiffer ence, fighting and flapping as usual on gables and flagpoles with unabated fer vor, finally succumbed, and flew off with heavy haste to the pine forest on the mountain side. The French man-of war disappeared in the gloom, the junks blended in colorlessness, but grass and verdure suddenly turned strangely, vividly yellow green. . "It was a moment of appalling sus pense. Something was being waited for. The very air was portentous. The Cocka of circling sea gulls disappeared with strange cries. One white butterfly flut tered by vaguely. “Then an instantaneous darkness leaped upon the world. Unearthly night enveloped all things. With an inde scribable outflashing at the same sec ond, the corona burst forth in wonder ful radiance. But dimly seen through thinly drifting cloud, it was neverthe less beautiful, a celestial flame beyond description. Simultaneously the whole northwestern sky was instantly flooded with a lurid and startlingly brilliant orange, across which floated clouds slightly darker, like flecks of liquid flame, while the west and southwest gleamed in shining lemon yellow. It was not like a sunset; it was too som ber and terrible. ” Sane Advice to Young Artists. “Don’t give in’’was abou*the gist of what Sir Wyke Bayliss said to the English art students in a lecture at the South Kensington museum. He told them what ought to be their watchword: “Do not believe, he said, in the in sidious lie that the devil is always whispering to the soul of the artist that the golden age of art is past and that what was done yesterday cannot be done today, for art is in its decadence. Such an assertion was the danger of the time, and he would have them track it to its source and kill it there. It had two forms—despondency and tempta tion—but he urged them not to be In fluenced by either. Let their study be based upon knowledge, the knowledge that had accumulated during the ages and was formulated in what was known as academic trailing, and let their knowledge in turn be based upon their own study. ” Certainly that is the best of advice, for what has been done before can be done again. Ko M*ed to Cry. “Don’tcry, Buster,” saidJimmieboy after the catastrophe. “Napoleon didn’t cry every time his brother hit him acci dentally on the eye. ” “I know that, ” retorted Buster. “Na poleon did all the hittin on the eye his self. ’’ —Harper’s Bazar. 1 Hare Felicity. She—Such lovely bargains as there are at that new place! Ho—Ah? She—Yes, silks at 18 cents, and tn a ■tore so small that a hundred persona crowd it to suffocation!—Detroit Jour* Dal CAR HORSES HARD TO GET. Tki Demand Ii Mow So Smalt That tha Trado M«glo«ta Thom. One of the moat curious effects of the general replacing of hones by electrici ty and cable traction for drawing street can is being experieneafi by one of the extensive oar lines in this city which still uses horses. One would suppose that, since the only lines in the whole country which continue to use hones now form but a very small percentage of those which used them five yean ago, these lines would have a much wider range of choice. and could get horses of. a grade superior to the gen eral run -of those which used to be offered to them. Remarkable as it may aeem, thia is the exact opposite of the truth. The New York city line referred to runs in direct competition with the cable lines of the upper west side, and its managers, who recently purchased it, determined as soon as they came in to possession to place upon it a superior lot of horses, and in this way improve its running until mechanical propulsion could be introduced. Orders were sent out to buy the needed hones. Much to the surprise, of the managers, it was discovered that there were almost no street car horses of any kind to be txMght ' The explanation of this situation lies in the fact that smee the demand for street ear horsesalmeet ceased the trade machinery by whioh they were gathered has fallen into disuse. A few yean ago the street oar horses were one of the. most important features of the hone market They were animals of a stand ard grade and of almost stable ■ price, and every part of the country contributed its quota. The street car horse had to be big and: able and sound of limb and wind,: but it might.be of any age. Few lasted long enough in the service to make the question of a few years more or less of any consequence. The demand was constant, and the price never varied in New York more than from about $ 125 to $ 150 each. Dealers could always count upon getting this price and get ting it promptly, and as a consequence every horse which would answer the purpose was a safe investment at a lit tle smaller price, and a clean profit of $lO a horse was regarded as a fair mar gin in handling them. Horses of all sorts, which lacked the qualities of speed, beauty or youth, but possessed the other requirements, were quickly sorted out from the markets of the whole country, and every big dealer was always able to gather droves of car horses as fast as the companies needed them. The trolley has superseded the oar horses, and car horses are no longer quoted as staples in the market. The companies which still use them are obliged to go out and search the marts and buy them one by one instead of simply sending out an order for 100 or 200 or 500 and getting them as as they would so many loads of hay orl grain.—New York Sun. Greco-Egyptian Painting. The remarkable series of portraits found in Egypt are described in The Monthly Illustrator and the methods of the old artists employed. The methods of these ancient days were totally different from those of the present day and were evidently vastly more durable. Panels of wood were used to paint on—sycamore and cypress —also panels of papier mache, and - oc casionally they were formed by gluing three thicknesses of canvas together. These panels were usually about 14 inches long by 7 inches wide. The artist used liquid wax instead of oil to mix the colors, which were made not from vegetable, but from mineral substances and were of marvelous brilliancy and permanence—blue powdered lapis lazu li, green malachite, red oxide of iron, etc. The colors were laid on in patches, somewhat after the fashion of a mosaic, and afterward blended with an instru ment called the oestrum, which appears to have been a lancet shaped spatula, long handled, with atone end a curved point, at the other a finely dentated edge. With the toothed edge the wax could be equalized and smoothed, while the point was used for placing high lights, marking lips, eyebrows, etc. The final process, which gives the name encaustic to this kind of painting, was the burning in of the colors. This was done by the application of a heated surface to the panel, though George Ebers believes that in Egypt the heat of the sun was probably all that was needed to complete the artist’s work. The Eye of * Child. Who can explain or fathom the won drous instinct of the child? Lying in the arms of its nurse, in its carriage or else where, its large, round, wondering eyes roam over a sea of faces till suddenly its features break into a sweet smile, a baby laugh dances in its eyes, perhaps the tiny hands are extended, and the lit tle body gives a bound as though it would throw itself through space. What has happened? It has recognized a friend, nothing more and no less. It makes no mistake. Wiser, perchance, in that moment of inexperienced helplessness than it will be years afterward, when the world and its in*- mates have been studied in the light of instruction and experience, its love offering is seldom if ever mistakenly presented. By what power is this child love directed? By what subtle influence does it see and know what in after years it may strive in vain to discern?— Good Housekeeping. Life la. the Suburb*. “I suppose you know Jinks, who lives out in your suburbs,” said tho new ac quaintance pleasantly, in an effort to be agreeable. "I know of him,” returned the sub urbanite coldly, “but the fact is we don’t move in the same class.” “No?” “Oh, dear, no. Igo home two trains ahead cf him at night and come down one train later in the morning.”— Cleveland Leader. COST QF BABL ES. How tbe Prim AUtmot, At«r tho Skin Leavoo Siberia. Up in the great waters! sd dividing Siberia and Mongolia liv s a peculiar race of people, half Chino», half Tib etans Few Europeans have ever seen them. In fact, with the exception of one or two enterprising explorers or geo graphical enthusiasts who have crossed the Altai range, European eyes have never gazed upon the aboriginal Syots of northern Mongolia. Sable hunting in the Siberian moun tains and northern Mongolia is confined almost exclusively to the Syots and oth er native races, and it would surprise a good many fur dealers in England tp know the prices which are paid by the Siberian traders to these poor aborigines for the skins they collect. The Siberian trader, knowing his market, makes periodical journeys into Mongolia. It is safe to say he does not take a kopek of money with him, but be drags behind him a well stuffed caravan loaded with tea, tobacco, gunpowder and shot, strings of beads for the want en and roughly made moccasins for the men. In due course he will come across a Syot encampment. The trader sits on his wagon and bar ters cheerfully. With the eye of a con noisseur and with fingers rendered deft by long practice he sees and feels the smooth, warm skins of the little ani mals. This small black one—well, a two ounce packet of tobacco is enough for that; that large black one—a handful of shot and an equal quantity of gun powder; a packet of tea for a lovely ■kin with a long black stripe down the center; this one, a fine skin, .but a lit tle bit hurt by the shot entering the back—well, say a string of beads for that. . In their original undressed state it is safe to say that the skins do not cost the Siberian trader few pence each on the average. As the poor sable travels farther westward, however, he gets dearer and dearer. In Tomsk one can buy a very good sable tor something like 5 or 6 rubles, about 18a In Omsk few are sold under 10 ru bles—£l la In Moscow 100 per cent goes on. In. St Petersburg no one ex cept the middle class or a functionary would wear a sable under £5. In Paris and London a real Siberian sable skin will fetch anything up to £2O, but the imitation sables of the present day have done much to depreciate this wonderful trade.—London Mail. HIS HIGH PRICED EYE. How a Clover Bunko Game Was Played oa’a Son of Sunny Italy. A well planned scheme was worked on a down town Italian confectioner the other night whereby he lost SSO. About 2 p. m. a man who had one good eye and one glass eye came wandering along the street and stopped at tills Italian’s fruit stand. He stooped over to look at some of the fruit, when un expectedly his glass eye fell from its socket down among the bananasand orangea The pretending purchaser at once be gan a diligent search for the missing glass eye. With bbth hands he clawed into the fruit, scattering it in all di- ■ rections. The Italian came forward and told the stranger to stop. The one eyed man explained that his glass eye had dropped down there and that he wanted to get it The Italian became enraged and told the stranger to come arouna in the even ing and he could get the other eye. The man explained he was a stranger and would not be here in the evening, but if he (the Italian) found the eye he should bring it to his hotel, where SIOO would be paid to him. An hour later another man came along, pretended to make a purchase, and while fingering around in the fruit suddenly espied the wonderful glass eye. The man from Italy made a grab for it, but was too late, as his would be cus tomer already had it Both claimed the eye, and a quarrel ensued. The Italian patched matters up by giving the stran ger SSO for the eye, thinking he would get SIOO upon returning it and he would have SSO clear. He went to the hotel with the eye to get the SIOO that he was told awaited him there. He found that no such man had been there and no SIOO was left there for him. He then saw how he was worked and notified the police.—Pitts burg Commercial-Gazette. Sheep Ticks. Every one who has sheep knows the tick, the worst pest of this animal, that does serious harm to the young lambs without suspicion of tho cause to the shepherd. This reddish brown creature is a wingless fly and a very greedy blood sucker. A dozen of them on a lamb will quickly suck the little one dry. It is to be looked after at the time of shearing, when these insects go for shelter to the lambs. It is found mostly where the animal cannot reach it—on its head, buried in the skin, sucking the blood. Its skin is tough, and it is not easily crushed with less than a blow of a ham mer. In small flocks it is not much of a job to go through, with a pair of small scissors to cut the ticks in two, but where the flock is over a score it will be necessary to dip thq lambs.— Exchange. * The Count'* Miatake. “So Gwendolyn is not to marry-the count after all?” “No, poor man. He tried to tell her that' her singing was something that made one glad to live, and his pronun ciation was so broken that she thought he said it made one glad to leave, and then she requested him to leave."—ln dianapolis Journal. TmUbk Him. Bagley—Do you recollect that $5 1 let you have about a year ago? Brace—Perfectly. Bagley—That’s good. I- see your memory ie all right. How’s your eye sight?—Harlem Life. EPISODE OF THE LATE WAR. MlcM •« a Soakers Mdtor Mt '■ BaHl«a.iA. ' “Don’t leave me, captain!* Oh, don’t leave me I’’were the w<eda that came to me with an agonised shriek from a bleed ing and dying Confederate soldier on tile evening of the great battle of Mal vern Hill, July 1, 1862. He, a mere Sth of 17 years, lay in a heap, gasp for the breath which was fast leav ing him, along with the rays of sun light, on that sad and memorable day. L for whom that piteous cry was meant, was a staff officer of the brigade to which the Louisiana regiment, the sol dier boy’s regiment, was attached. Well mounted, I was galloping back across that bloody field to report the duty I had performed when suddenly arrested in my course by the voice of despair and woo, coming from my stricken comrade. The day was fast passing away into darkness, a darkness that seemed to enshroud this valley of death. The terrific cannonading on both sides that had lasted for hours from the surrounding hills (Malvern hill being the central point of attack by tho Con federates) was supplemented by the booming of artillery and bursting of shells from the gunboats on the adja cent James river. Nature seemed to revolt at this scene of blood and carnage. Thunder and lightning and an avalanche of rain came in quick succession with such great force as to cause the stoutest heart to quake. This great battle was the sev enth day’s fight to capture the city of Richmond. It was not an ordinary bat tle, but a demons* fight and the final encounter between those two giants of war Robert E. Lee and George B. Mc- Clellan. It gave the laurels of victory to the southern chieftain, bedewed with the tears of broken hearts. Without stopping to consider what I alone could do for the dying youth amid the chaos and increasing darkness of the night that prevailed, I turned back and dismounted to keep a lonely vigil with the dead. My horse, which, strange to my, had seemed frenzied with feta, became quiet and tractable as though he knew there was safety with his master. I called the boy, who had swooned away from loss of blood, and was glad to know he was not dead. Giving him the bridle of my horse to hold, I tore the sash from around my waist to bandage his torn and bleeding limb. . • ■ The boy was praying and called down God’s blessing on me. His petition to heaven seemed to be heard. The storm of wind and rain, although still high, was abating. Naught but the mournful wail of the wind through the surround ing forest oould now be heard. The great armies that had so lately confront ed each other in battle array had seem ingly vanished from the scene. I was alone on a battlefield with the dead. Wet and dripping, with the chill of night upon me, I waited for morning, and he, too, the brave soldier boy, was waiting for morning. Oh, God, will it ever come? He clasped my hand with hope and confidence and seemed to be happy and without pain. I believed he had gone to sleep. Morning came, and he was still asleep—asleep to wake no more.—Daw son A. Blanchard in Washington Post. ANCIENT WARFARE. How an Kn*ltoh CMtle Was Attacked In the Fifteenth Century. Sir John Fastolf had by his will de vised his castle, oallsd Caister, to John Paston. As a fortification, it was an excellent defense against foreign invad ers, and as a residence it was worthy of royalty itself. In fact, the Duke of Gloster, afterward Richard m, at one time contemplated making it his abode. While Paston was trying to establish his title in the courts the Duke of Nor folk purchased a pretended claim to it, and sought to gain possession by force. The Fastens did not propose to yield, though the duke was then probably the most powerful noble in England, and John Paston was his liveried servant. Four professional soldiers were sent up from London to aid in the defense. They are described as “provyd men, conning in wen* and can wel sohote both gonnes and crossbowes and devyse bolwerkys and keep wacohe and warde. They be sadde and wel advysed, saving on of them, whyche is ballyd (bald) but yit he is no brawler. Ye shall fynd them gentylmanly comfortable fellowes, and that they dare abyde by ther taklyng. ” Young John Paston, aided by these four and by a handful of personal friends and followers, held the castle for several weeks against a siege conducted by the duke's army of 8,000 men. By the terms of the final surrender the besieged were allowed their lives and goods, horses and harness, and a respite for 15 days, in which to go where they pleased. They reported that they were forced to surrender by “lak of vitayl, gonepow dyr, menys herta and surete of rescue. ” Edward IV had refrained from interfer ing in this extraordinary contest, be cause the troubles with Warwick were gathering thickly about him, and the Mowbrays were too necessary to be safe ly offended.—Sewanee Review. Smoke and Lightning. “On the approach of a thunderstorm French peasants often make up a very smoky fire, ” says Industries and Iron, “in the belief that safety from light ning is thus assured. By some this is deemed superstition, but Schaster shows that the custom is based on reason inas much as tho smoke acts as a good con ductor for carrying away the electricity slowly and safely. He pointe out that in 1,000 oases of damage by lightning 8.8 churches and 8.5 mills have been •truck, while the number of factory* chimneys has only been .8.” “It’s so seldom,” said Uncle Eben, “data num jes’ puhoeeds along, tryin ter do ’is hones* duty, dat when he does folks goes ter guessin an ’spicionin dat he’s playin a mighty sly game.”*- Washington Star. -- . '•*> - AN OPEN LETTER To MOTHERS. WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “ CASTO BIA” AND MS “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” as our trade mark. 7, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, cf Hyannis, Massachusetts, was the originator cf “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” the same that has borne and does now on every bear the facsimile signature of wrapper, nit it the original “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” uhu:h has been r ‘ used in the homes of the Mothers of America for over thirty years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is the hind you have always bought s/jr*', /X* on and has the signature of wrap- per. No one has authority from me to use my name ex cept The Centaur Company of which Chas. H. Fletcher is President. # * * March 8,1897. Do Not Be Deceived. Do not endanger the life of your child by accepting a cheap substitute which some druggist may offer yo” (because he makes a few more pennies on it), the in gredients of which even he does not know. “The Kind You Have Always Bought” BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE OF Insist on Having • The Kind That Never Failed lou. 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