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FARM AND GARDEN. AN INTKRKHTINI! IWMJDHIIION ON “HAIM1NC* ANII FKKOIMI UATTI.K.” IltflVrrnf Opinion* Kxprewind br *b« ber» a Maryland Farmer*' Club. At a meeting of the Deer Greek (Md.) Farmers’Club an interesting dis¬ cussion was had upon “Raising and Feeding Cattle.” The question selected by Mr. Hays for discussion was as follows: “At the present prices of bpek oattle does it pay farmers to raise cattle ?” Mr. William F. Hays said he had se¬ lected this qnestion because in buying stock oattle are too high, and in selling fat cattle are too low. He wanted to knowhow to overcome the difference. His belief was that it would pay to raise our cattle. As a general rule Hartford county farmers buy a low gjade of stock oattle and sell a low grade of beef cat¬ tle. Home-raised oattle are generally fat, and a few to top off those we buy will help to sell them. With proper feeding it is no trouble to make a 3-year old home-raised steer weigh 1,800 pounds. They should be kept growing from the day they are oalved, and they oan be sold any time. The proper time is when they are 2} years old. It neces¬ sitates keeping a few oows. It has been stated that the first year a calf costs $35. It should weigh 1,000 pounds, and be worth 6 cents a pound, or $25 profit. The average Hartford county farmer don’t make $25 a head on his stock oat¬ tle. The oalves should be allowed to run with their dams until four months old. R. John Rogers remarked that one trouble connected with raising our own Btook oattle is that it necessitates keep¬ ing so much stock on hand. For in¬ stance, a farmer who grazes 20 head must have 20 oows, besides 20 yearlings, 20 2-year-cdda, and 20 3-year-olds. With proper pains no doubt you can raise bet¬ ter stock than you can ordinarily buy, but you can buy good stock if you pay the price they cost Now, grade cattle, even when fat, are harder to sell than good oattle. To oarry the number of head of stock to graze 20 home-raised steers you must have a great deal of pasture and provender, and have at least 60 head on hand all the time. Cows require the best of core at all times, and the cost of keeping each of them woald fatten a steer. It requires good pasture and plenty of grain during the winter to raise good calves, and to do it success¬ fully thoroughbred stock is necessary. John Moores thought it would pay the average farmer very well to raise his calves. One thing, however, had been lost sight of in considering the subject, whioh is the butter the cow might pro¬ duce, but iu raising cattle you cannot calculate on making much butter. A 100-aore farm will run 10 cows. They would average 4 pounds of butter a week, or 40 pounds in all, a considerable item in connection with the calf. Mr. Moores said he raised only two calves a year, and finds that in 30 years he has sold $3,000 worth of cows. His gra<3e Jer¬ seys bring from $60 to $80, and are gen¬ erally sold at 5 years old. They come in profit when 18 months old If farm¬ ers would turn their attention to raising oows, calves, and making butter they would make more money. It is not ea¬ ten tial to have thoroughbred Shorthorns or Jerseys, but have good grades. It would pay, however, to have a thorough¬ bred Shorthorn or Jersey bull. It will pay to raise every calf dropped on the farm, and they may l>e taken from the cow when four days old. At 7 or 8 weeks old they will eat cob meal the same as fat cattle. Iu raising oalves and making butter employment is furnished for every member of the family, which is an important consideration. 8. B. Silver said he sometimes doubt¬ ed whether or not It pays to buy cattle in the fall, feed them rough feed through the winter and graze them the following summer. His system is to raise calves and during the lost few jeers be had found that pajs better than buying stock cattle. It brings in more ready money and the outlay is much smaller. You should have good grade oows and breed to thoroughbred bulls. A home-raised steer 2} years old will bring from $70 to $75, without entra care or crowding. Ho would not advocate growing a suffi¬ cient number to stock the farm. You oan, however, stable five or six calves in the winter in one box stall, and they wil) eat n o more than one stee r. Not What he Pretends to Be. The Chioago Tribune says: I know a woman in Chioago of more than com* monly heroic stuff. In the late war she rode through shot and shell to succor the dying. She has all the graces that become a woman and more of moral courage then many men. She has long been the associate of men high in the Nation’s counsels, and recently accepted a position of publio responsibility. “No,” said she, “I do not believe any man was ever an atheist in the full sense of the word. I crossed the ooean with Bob Ingersoll once, and I asked him about it. ‘No/ said he, ‘I have been all over the ground. I have dreamed myself into every conceivable frame of mind—have scaled the hights and looked beyond into the impenetrable mystery of infinity; I have passed down through the vale of despair and have wandered on the edges of the abyss, and I do not believe that conscientious and lasting atheism is a condition possible to the human mind.’ Iu evidence of this let me tell you,” continued she, “that I saw and heard Colonel Ingersoll my self once on the field of battle”—she named the battle, but 1 cannot recall it _“when he was gallantly rallying a regiment of broken and retreating sol¬ diers. He used no godless arguments then, but, waving his sword aloft, swore with all the vigor of an excited man, and called upon the men with such eloquence and force in the name of their altars and sires and the God that watches above them to turn back again into the fight that with one accord they accepted his leadership and turned with a shout again to the charge.” Under Each Arm. Col “Fred.” Burnaby, killed at Abu Klea, was in his youth passionately fond of gymnastics, in whioh he excelled above all his fellows. There used to be in one of his clubs a colossal dumb-bell iu a glass case with the offer of a heavy wager that no man would hold it out at arm’s length for the spaoe of ^sixty seconds. The wager was never won, though Burnaby made nothing of ao oomplishing the feat. Among the many stories of his physical prowess one re lates to a period shortly after he joined the Blues. The regiment was down at Windsor, and a horse dealer .who had come Into possession of a couple of very small ponies had them taken thither by command to exhibit them to the Queen, Before going to the Castle he showed them to the officers of the Blues, to whom a happy thought occurred. Burnaby, who was captain then, was in his room on the first flight. With some trouble tho ponies were got upstairs, and, the door quietly opening, they trotted in un announced. This was a capital joke, and had a great success. But, as pres ently appeared, it had a gloomy side. The ponies had gone upstairs quietly enough, but neither force nor entreaty oould induce them to go down. The hour approached at whioh they were to be presented to the Queen, and the owner was in despair. Burnaby settled the matter off-hand. Taking a pony up in either arm he walked down stairs and set them in the coart-yard. ROTATION IN OFFICE. Postman—“What are you looking at, gal?’’ ♦ Jnk5*n* hn« lntiuwluu he gits b thim ctofchai oh.” Life. HE NEPER SHED A TEAR. Tko Keaoan a Houck IMomone I>row fit* Balance from a Bank. _ «. tiight, a little party were talking of pa¬ thetic scenes upon the stage, and how they were variously affected by them. “For my part,” said a dapper young man, “I never yet saw anything on the stage that could moisten my eye. I leave the crying to little boys and wo¬ men.” “Oh, you do, do you?” said a bluff old gentleman, an cfficer of one of the railroads; “every time I hear a young man talk as you do I feel like telling a little incident that once came under my notice in New York city. A party of ns sat in a box, ‘Hazel Kirke’ was the play. None of ns had ever seen it I shed a tear quietly and unobserved, but rough old General McRae cried like a boy. He was president of a Georgia railroad then, and was in New York on business. He was a regular martinet in his profession, stem and unrelenting. He was an old bachelor, too, and so far as is known never had tender feelings toward woman or kin. He had lived a life solitary and absolutely unsenti¬ mental. We were all surprised to see such emotion in such a man, but none of us said anything except young George-, of Atlanta. He laughed at the old General’s weakness. “ ‘Oan you witness such a scene as that with dry eyes ?’ inquired the Gen¬ eral, with all his old sternness of manner and speech. <(« Why, of course I oan. I could laugh at it even as I laugh at you/ «(< See here, George-/ said Gen¬ eral McRae, with great earnestness, 'you are cashier of a bank in Atlanta. In that bank my company has many thousands of dollars deposited. Imme¬ diately on my return home every dollar of onr deposits shall be withdrawn. You may be an honest man, but I do not feel safe with onr money in an institution where one of the responsible officers is a person who talks as you talk to-night/ “Upon his return to Atlanta the Gen¬ eral did as he promised. And luckily, too, for in less than six months that bank was nearly ruined by a heavy em¬ bezzlement by its cashier. Chicago Herald. A Case of Woman’s Rights. N __ A case came up in the State Circuit Court of Oregon where a woman who had property in her own right was sued for a butcher’s bill contracted by her bus band. It seems, says a local paper, that the effect of the law, engineered through the Legislature some years since ostensibly for the benefit of mar r ied women, were to make them liable for the support of their families if they have property of their own, and if the impecunious husband orders tobacco or beer sent to the house the wife oan be compelled to pay for it. Before the law was changed the married woman was not liable unless she made the con tract herself. Under this law, women who have money should be careful how they marr y men who bave non e, TnE Rsv . Elijah Kellogg, the distin guished author and preacher, spent, aay8 the Boston Courier , his early life on H arpswell Island in Casco Bay, ^bere s tiU has a beautiful summer reside nce. Instead of spending his time in play w ith his companions when a boy, he devoted every leisure moment to the somewhat arduous task of drag g i ng a heavy ox chain all over the island to hear its musical rattle on the stones and it8 soft “chink” i n the g rass. j BKLIB y E in the colossal; a need deep M hell md grace a3 high as heaven. I believe in a pit that ia bottomless and a heaven that is topless. I believe in an infinite God and an infinite atonement; in love and mercy; an everlasting cove nant ordered in all things sure, of which the substance and reality is an infinite Christ. ALL ABOUT POTATOES. Information far Tfci Win Rat TSm. Potatoes are three-fourths water. The — rS'SM'SliSi mineral matter held in solution in the juices. The quantity of starch inoreaees during the autumn, and remains sta¬ tionary during the winter. The sprouts in potatoes should be re¬ moved as soon as they appear, since if they are allowed to grow they exhaust the starch, and render the potatoes un¬ fit for food. Potatoes should be kept in a dry, cool cellar. Potatoes belong to the same poisonous order as tobacco and nightshade, and contain an acid juice which is unpleas¬ ant to the taste, and often renders them indigestible. This lies in and near the rind of the potato, and is drawn out by the heat. When the potatoes are baked it escapes in the steam if they are opened at once, and when they are boiled it is absorbed by the water. Potatoes when first peeled are white, but turn brown on exposure to the air. For this reason they should be covered with cold water as soon as they are peeled. the New potatoes are watery, as staroh is not fully formed, and they have a very thin skin, whioh may be rnbbed or scraped off. Boiled potatoes should be served as soon as they are soft, and should be skinned the moment the heat bursts all the starch grains, which may easily be determined by their soft texture when pierced by a fork—else the starch will absorb water, and the potatoes beoome pasty and unwholesome. To prepare the potatoes a la neige , select potatoes of a uniform size; wash them and scrub them with a brush kept for the purpose; pare them and put them into boiling water, allowing one quart of water and one tablespoonful of salt for six large potatoes. Cook half an hour, or until soft, but not until broken; drain off every drop of the water. When they are well drained mid mealy beat them thoroughly with a fork, add salt to taste, and serve at once piled lightly on a hot dish. A Womau with Brittle Bones. A curious case which is now puzzling Chicago physicians was reported to the Chicago Medical Society. The patient is a young woman whose bones are so brittle that they break at the slightest jar. She has been under treatment for sixteen years, having been afflicted ever since her birth. Over 170 fractures have occurred in her life, and her ribs, lges and arms have been affeoted. She weighs about forty-five pounds. Merely stepping from the sofa to the floor or stumbling on the carpet is sufficient to cause the breaking of a bone. These fractures heal slowly. Her doctor has had splints bound about her leg for two years at a time. The doctors think that her bones consist principally of hollow shells. The broken bones have knit together in uncouth shapes and she is badly deformed. Her muscles are well, developed, with the exception of those which have been atrophied through disuse. Dr. Blanchard has made casts of her limbs, and intends to preserve them in some medical institu¬ tion. THE EXCUSE. ; A mottier took her little three-year j old BOQ to an afternoon concert, and j wtl en the first encore was given he was frightened Jf and asked his mother why th y did S o. she said, playfully, “Per haps they are glad she is done singing/' thought no more about it. He seemed to be satisfied, and sat the res t of the time reasonably well. The ne xt morning, after his father had asked the blessing, the little boy clapped his hands in a very vigorous maimer, and when asked why he did so, said, “I’m dad he’s done; I want aome fts’.”