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MAY 2 
with places of business in the Washington 
Market, on Washington Street. There was 
an adjunct, to these concerns and the corpora¬ 
tion mentioned,in the National Loan and Trust 
Company, No. 1V>4 Washington Street, which 
had an existence until a few days since, when 
it suddenly closed its doors. While these men 
were doing business as firms under the names 
mentioned, their plan of operation was to send 
lithographed letters asking for quotations on 
butter and eggs, and setting forth in glowing 
terms their great prosperity and successful 
busiuess. If inquiries were made as to credit, 
the reference book contained the name of an¬ 
other firm. A. P. Lowe & Co., of East Boston, 
whose credit is good, and the inquirers were 
completely deceived. If refereuce was asked, 
the National Loan and Trust Compauy, where 
the firm •'deposited,” was mentioued. The 
officers of this concern invariably replied that 
Lowe & Co., or Morse & Co., “or the Ameri¬ 
can Cooperative Dairyman’s Association were 
good for a small amount.” As the recom¬ 
mendations of the trust company were always 
very conservative, nothing was suspected. 
Several people who sent consignments of pro¬ 
duce to those firms, after waitiug some months 
and receiving no compensation, endeavored to 
attach their accouutsin the National Loan and 
Trust Co., but they were always unfortunate 
enough to find themselves just a day too late; 
“no funds—a firm in New York has trusted the 
small balance they had on deposit.” When 
the business could no longer be carried on 
under the names of A. F. Lowe & Co. aud 
Allen, Morse & Co., the American Co-onera- 
tive Dairyman’s Association was formed. The 
scheme then was to flood the country with ad¬ 
vertising material and obtain consignments 
of produce and never pay for them. The op¬ 
erations of the sharpers are known to have 
exteuded south as far as the Caroliuas and 
west as far as Ohio. Tnere isn’t a large town in 
the country, in which one or more bogus com¬ 
mission firms are not operating, and the 
“game” they all think legitimate is the “guile¬ 
less granger.” The number of dolts among 
farmers is not greater than among other 
classes, hardly indeed so great perhaps; but 
the agricultural community is so vastly larger 
than any other, that, even at the average per¬ 
centage the number of dunderheads among 
them is amply large enough to afford a pro¬ 
fitable opportunity for the operations of a 
great number of sharpers. “What a wonder 
it is that so many swindlers flourish,” remark¬ 
ed an acquaintance to Disraeli. "In view of 
the gullibility of mankind, the wonder is 
greater, that there are not more of them,” re¬ 
plied the cynic. 
C. B. Thompson, leader of a gang of bogus 
produce dealers who aj. peared in Connecticut 
and Eastern New York, in 18-81, was arrested 
at Winooski, V r t., last week. The concern has 
been swindling farmers for years. It has been 
n the habit of changing its name and moving 
its headquarters from town to town at short 
intervals. It has also been practising the old 
swindling dodge of assuming the firm name of 
some prominent bouse in each place, making a 
variation of an initial or a single letter, with 
the express purpose of leading the incautious 
to believe that the swindling concern was the 
honest firm. Tens, nay, hundreds of thousands 
of dollars' worth of goods of all kinds have 
been handled by the rogues in this way. Meu 
who would not trust a stranger with a dollar 
in money, are willing to trust strangers with 
hundreds of dollars worth of property. 
To Many Inqoirkrs. —We have a large 
number of inquiries about Frederick Lowey, 
of this city. The man has a “kind of sort of 
au office” at the address advertised. Well, we 
are not among his customers, and we would 
not advise auy of our friends to invest. Bet¬ 
ter goods can be obtained from ordinary deal¬ 
ers, who do not have to pay so very heavily 
for advertising—all the cost of which must 
come out of the rich profits on poor goods- 
No; very decidedly not. We do not believe that 
the harm, Field and Stockman sells a $25 
watch lor $5 27—No, sir; No....The Silver 
Mining Company, of Peter Gulch, Carbon 
Couuty, Wyoming Territory, was one of the 
wild cat swiudles set afloat some years ago; 
and which collapsed as soon as the speculators 
who had launched it had scooped in all the 
shekels they could induce their dupes to invest 
in it. Lots of such frauds are launched and 
founder every month. 
fnr Xlfomoi. 
CONDUCTED BY MISC KAY CLARK. 
OUR MOTHER’S SAMPLER. 
SUSAN TEAL TERRY. 
It was wrought in silken letters. 
As was the fashion then. 
Stitched into our mother’s sampler— 
•‘Eliza ageil Ten!" 
•Twns long ago—passed sixty years! 
Below the name the date appears. 
In “eighteen hundred and twenty-three!” 
We often heard her tell— 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
She walked two miles to school that year. 
And we remember well. 
How underneath the elm tree’s shade 
She rested when a little maid. 
Above her name the Alphabet, 
In letters large and small. 
Was wrought In red. and “true love blue,” 
And cross-stitched one aud all. 
The vows divided off by lines, 
Made from some old aud quaint designs. 
And through the Summer sunshine, 
And through the Winter’s snow, 
With the sampler in her pocket, 
Our mother used to go. 
And afternoons, the lessons done, 
She worked the letters, one by one. 
The stitches evenly were set, 
With only here and there 
A misplaced oue. perhaps the count 
Was lost midst, childish care. 
Distracting things In school perchance, 
Stole from the work a thought, a glance. 
They tell me it was beautiful, 
Our mother's childhood face, 
Aud speak of ail her kindly words, 
Her ways ber simple grace 
Could we have only seen her then. 
That child, “Eliza, aged ten!” 
We kn i w her not at morning! 
But when her uoon-tlme came, 
With childish love aud prattle. 
We gave her the new name: 
Replele with all that's pure and good- 
The sacred name of motherhood, 
And Dow the afternoon has passed; 
It Is tbe evening tide: 
Our mother has Just entered in 
Among the glorified. 
We look her finished life-work through— 
The misplaced stitches, Oh, how few! 
Evangelist. 
GOING TO DAKOTA. 
“So the Briggses have sold their farm, and 
all their furniture aud stock, and are going to 
join Gen. Thomas’ colony, and going to Dako¬ 
ta! Well I do declare! Of all the fools in 
town, I do think Joseph Briggs is the biggest! 
If bis old grandfather could, I do believe be 
would rise up in his coffin, and curse him? 
Just to think of it—the farm he cleared off and 
lived on so many years, where he brought his 
wife when she was a bride. The children were 
all born there and bisson built that handsome 
house, hoping his children's children would 
have it for an iaheritance forever. It is too 
bad to have it go into stranger hands! Why 
on earth be should take such a notion in bis 
head is strange tome! You needn’t tell me 
the farm is all run out—his business is to run 
it in then. Of course, it would run out, if he 
sold off all his hay and grain, as he has done 
ever since he got married. His father or 
grandfather, never did that way. They were 
good farmers; fed all their stuff that they 
raised on the farm to stock, and then sold the 
cattle and horses and sheep and raised more. 
They were good farmers and made money. 
But the truth is, Joe did not like work, he 
never did. I know there is a heavy mortgage 
on the farm, but it was not mortgaged ivhen 
his father died. Old Joseph Briggs knew 
what be was about. He cleared a thousand 
dollars a year, besides supporting his family, 
and owed no man a dollar when he died. He 
gave his children a good practical education, 
and they all had a setting out when they were 
married and a thousand dollars in cash. Joe 
was the ouly boy so be had the homestead, and 
the whole of the stock, furniture and tools. 
Everybody thought Rinda Goodno had the 
best catch in town when she married him, 
but she was no wife for a farmer. She was a 
poor girl, and she made his money fly. Good¬ 
ness, how they did dash out! Just as soon as 
his old mother died, the house was fixed over, 
painted, papered and carpeted. Nothing was 
good enough for Mrs. Joe Briggs. Well the 
long and short of it is, they run out. Before 
the last boy was born, they got a little pinch¬ 
ed, then he mortgaged his farm to raise money. 
She had tno hired girls and a nurse, and it 
looked as if she tried her best to run out the 
property. 
I supposed though, he would try to save 
the farm, but people iu this country, don’t 
seem to care so much for their birthplace,and 
home as they do in the old country. There 
they chug to ibe old home us long as they 
live; and the land does not run out either. 
The farms are kept up. They raise calves; 
they don’t kuock them iu the head, or fatten 
and sell them. But they keep them till they 
amount to something. Oh dear 1 Farmers 
don’t make money as they used to! Times are 
changed, indeed! I am not sure that they are 
any better etther. I think that Rinda Briggs 
is not as happy a woman as Joe’s mother was, 
for all ber fine ways and stylish notions. She 
worries all the time for fear she will not be In 
the fashiou! She is a slave to fashion; her 
little pimping girls don’t look much as Joe’s 
sisters did at their ages. I don’t suppose their 
cUildren picked up a basket of chips or a pau 
of apples in all their life. And how much 
better off will they be in Dakota, l would like 
to know? If a man don’t know enough to get 
a living here, he certainly can’t out there. 
And how Rinda Briggs will ever endure the 
privations and hardships of a new country, is 
the question. If they would live here as they 
will have to there, dress as plainly, and lay 
style and fashion aside, they could make 
money here as fast as they can there. It will 
come hard 911 them to give up their comforts 
and luxuries, that they have here, and rough 
it, as folks do in a new country. Mark my 
words, Joe Briggs will never be a rich man, 
let him go where he will! If he could not 
make money on a ten thousand dollar farm in 
the East you may be sure he won't on any 
farm in America. Going to Dakota! I’ll bet 
the whole colony will be glad to get back be¬ 
fore five years have gone over their heads. 
Bet lots of them will die out there!” 
GRANDMOTHER. 
THE LITTLE GIRL’S PATCHWORK 
Little Mina was standing by her mother’s 
side taking a lesson iu patchwork. Not the 
crazy kind but the plain old-fashioned, sym- 
etrical sort that looks so much more rational 
when it is done. Four little three-cornered 
pieces were to be sewed about a square block. 
“Now, Mina, do not break off your thread 
until you have sewed on the whole four. That 
will save time and trouble. Make a strong 
little back stitch at each corner and then start 
on to the next. The fewer knots you make in 
any sewing the neater it is. So when you 
come to make this saw-teeth border to your 
cradle quilt, do the same way. One good 
needleful of cotton will sew a good many 
pieces together without having to break it 
once.” 
Mina tripped off to her little chair under 
the grape-vine, and with her small basket in 
her lap sewed on very happily. She was a 
nice little needle-woman and liked the work. 
“Don’t you think it poor economy Mrs. 
Rose to make patchwork quilts in these days? 
Blankets and spreads are so cheap and so 
much better,” said a visitor, who had watched 
the little girl's interest with a smile. 
“It depends on circumstances Mrs. Bentley. 
If I sat down and made a business of it as my 
grandmothers did, I presume it would hardly 
be called economy. But if I take up tbe 
patchwork as a pastime, and if I can interest 
my little girls in it, teaching them something 
of hand-sewing, I think it is au excellent 
plan. Economizing the scraps is not of half 
so much importance, as the lesson in economy 
generally which it will teach. ‘Gather up all 
the fragments that aothiug be lost,’ was spoken 
by One who created the world, and each 
must interpret it for themselves and draw the 
line between wasting precious time and a true 
economy. All things considered, I am still in 
favor of patchwork quilts and comfortables, 
in a house which has so many to cover in 
Winter, as ours has, and the girls are a great 
help to me in keeping them in good order. A 
little regular work of this kind from child¬ 
hood up, helps them to set a good habit of 
industx-y and makes work easy and pleasant 
in later years." olive. 
A WORD IN FAVOR OF GOOD INSECT 
POWDER. 
The writer of the article signed “Cora” in 
your issue of March 28, gives some good ad¬ 
vice in regard to killing insects in houses, 
namely, by burning brimstone in tbe rooms. 
However effective this may be, this remedy 
must be applied with a great deal of caution, 
as it is attended with much danger to prop¬ 
erty. A gentleman fumigated his library one 
evening recently, by burning brimstone; 
when he entered his sanctum the next morn¬ 
ing, he was speechless with coustemation on 
viewing the destruction he had wrought; his 
books, picture frames, the wall paper, drawer 
knobs, brouzes, chandelier, everything gilt 
and of metal in the room was ruined beyond 
recovery. On tbe other hand; some years 
ago, the writer aud family were going to 
Europe for the Bummer, They closed up 
their house, after sprinkling insect powder on 
carpets, beds, etc. On their return in the 
Fall, not a moth or auy other insect could be 
discovered in the house. We have also used it 
on hens, dogs, and iu the garden, always with 
the best results, and can recommend it as tbe 
safest and must effective remedy. It is true, 
a great many worthless insect powders are in 
the market, being frequently adulterated with 
pigments and other substances to cheapen the 
price, or powdered from old aud inert flowers, 
simply because they are cheap. It should not 
be difficult to discriminate between good and 
bad insect powder; a trial will soon prove to 
you the quality of the goods. Let the seller 
guarantee to you the quality of the powder, 
aud try it until you find the right article. 
Compel the retailer to furnish you the best 
quality obtainable, which is still comparative- 
ly low iu price. For exterminating bugs and 
other insects in houses, on plants, on animals, 
etc:., prime, uucolored insect powder has no 
equal, and is readily applied. We have never 
known it to fail. S. t. 
Domestic (Ectmomi) 
CONDUCTED BY EMILY MAPLE. 
KITCHEN TALKS. 
ANNIE L. JACK. 
“I saw Cynthia Wood washing dishes the 
other day, Marmsie, ami she put milk in the 
water! The pan was half full of hot water, 
and iu that she put half a cup of old but sweet 
milk. She said it softened the hard water 
and prevented the hands from chapping, and 
Mrs. Wood said girls often wondered why 
their bauds got so rough and unsightly; but 
if they were careful to dry them before going 
out iu the wiud, and used this recipe for their 
dishes, it would not happen. It was tbe crude 
soap people used and their own carelessness 
that caused such rough,red hands, and then 
girls felt they were martyrs to dish washing.” 
It was one of the Hillside girlies who said 
this, after calling on a neighbor, and I 
thought the idea might be useful. For my 
own part, I prefer borax to soften water, 
and it is so easily managed; nor have I ever 
known it to hurt the hands. I know that for 
tin-ware milk-and-water is better than soap, 
for the tin does not have the same rusty, 
streaked appearance. 
We had a long talk about “pie,” too, iu the 
kitchen, the head of tbe household being very 
fond of apple pie, though be admits that it is 
not the most healthful diet. Lately the Ama¬ 
teur Cook has tried a uew paste, first in small 
quantities, to see if we liked it as well as the 
rich mixture that is so much condemned as 
the cause of indigestion, and many domestic 
clouds in consequence. 
Take a quarter of a pound of butter and the 
same of lard; place in very cold water for 20 
minutes, then make your paste with this aud 
a pound of flour, two eggs, a little fine salt 
and whatever water is required. Knead 
thoroughly, dredge the board with flour, roll 
thin and fold over half-a-dozen times. Let it 
stand at least half au hour before using. Our 
apple pie lover pronounced it very good, but 
then he is so easily pleased that I leave others 
to try it for themselves. Some housekeepers 
talk of their “bread-winner” being hard to 
please in the culinary art; but I have never 
had any experience iu trouble of that sort, 
yet I think it is every housekeeper’s duty to 
see to it that her family are catered for as in¬ 
telligently and with as much regard to hy¬ 
gienic rules as is possible with her often 
limited means and restricted store closet, and 
it is also a duty to teach the younger members 
of one’s family to understand these things, to 
PisirfUanfausi gtflvrrtteittg. 
Because it is so un¬ 
usually handsome and 
attractive in appear¬ 
ance, many persons 
think the Ivory Soap 
is intended for toilet 
use only. While it may 
be used for the toilet 
with pleasant and sat¬ 
isfactory results, it is 
a laundry soap in all 
that the name implies. 
Prof. Silliman, of Yale 
College, says: “As a 
“laundry soap the 
“ Ivory has no super- 
Frce of charge. A full size cake of Ivory Boap will he 
I seut to auy one Who can not get It of their grocer, if 
l nix tvro-cent stamps, to pay postage, are sent to Procter 
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