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FEB 20 
THE RURAL WfW-WBKER. 
This is an abomination and is becoming 
simply unbearable. Too strong condemnation 
of this course cannot be expressed. Such a 
person as will be guilty of putting out an old 
variety under a new name is an enemy to 
every honest seed dealer, and no better than a 
highway robber, in filching from the planter 
his hard-earned, honest dollars for what he 
already has under some old name. The re¬ 
port also contains the result of Prof Arthurs 
researches and examinations on the pear 
blight. It also illustrates and describes a 
fungus that is destructive to the clover-leaf 
weevil, and which he thinks will entirely rid 
the clover fields of Western New York of this 
destructive pest. The Board have showed 
commendable promptness in having their re¬ 
port printed and ready for distribution when 
presented to the Legislature. 
The Foos Manufacturing Company, 
Springfield, Ohio,—A little pamphlet, show¬ 
ing their scientific grinding mill for grinding 
corn and other grains on a new principle. It 
first breaks the corn coarsely, then rebreaks 
and rebreaks until it is quite fine, and then it 
passes between a pair of plates armed with 
small, inclined ribs, between which it is rolled 
and crashed in such a way that it is delivered 
as fine and soft as meal ground with the very 
best buhrs. It also grinds corn with the cobs 
on which it grew, and grinds it fine. There is 
no doubt that when properly ground the ad¬ 
dition of the cob meal to that made from the 
corn alone, will produce much bettor results 
in feeding than would the clear corn meal. 
Prof. Shelton’s experiments clearly demon¬ 
strate tins point. Wo have thousands of 
readers not situated within reach of a custom 
mill, and thousands of others in the West 
where the tolls for grinding are so very ex¬ 
cessive that they can do no better thing than 
to buy a mill with which they can grind their 
own grain. We recommend all such to send to 
the Foos Manufacturing Company for this 
circular, and see what advantages they claim 
for the scientific mill. They also make steam 
engines and portable forges, and furnish with 
them a full sot of blacksmith’s tools. This is 
a good house. 
The Dingee & Conard Co, West Grove, 
Chester County, Pa.—A New Guide to Rose 
Culture. If there is oue kind of catalogue we 
enjoy looking over more than another, it is 
the rose catalogue. The present catalogue is 
issued by the most extensive rose growers of 
this country, and offers nearly every 
variety, both old and new. The prices are 
reduced. These roses are grown to be sent by 
mail so that at the prices apiiended, they may 
be delivered to any post-office in the country 
in good growing condition. There are two color¬ 
ed plates, showing three new roses of 18M5 and 
three of 1885. The catalogue also offers hardy 
shrubs, viuos, carnations, chrysanthemums, 
etc., and will be forwarded to our readers 
upon application to the above well-known 
firm. 
R. H. Allen Company, 189, 191 Water 
Street, N. Y.—Circular of the Dutton Mower 
Knife-Grinder. This is a little machine that 
can be taken to the field and attached to a 
fence-rail, wagon wheel or a wheel of the 
mowing machine, and the machine knife can 
be ground in a short time, and all sections 
will be ground uniformly. The stone is made 
hollow, and the water, being placed in the 
cavity, is forced through the stone, moisten¬ 
ing it. sufficiently for use. With this little 
machine handy in the field, any knife badly 
dulled by running against a stone can lie 
quickly sharpened, and much labor be saved 
for the team. ‘'A merciful man is merciful 
to his team.” Send for this circular. 
Mr. C. Henly, Richmond, Indiana. An 
illustrated circular showing the construction 
and method of using HenleyImproved 
Monarch Fence Machine. It is claimed that 
while this machine is very cheap, it builds a 
much better arid more substantial fence than 
that made in sections and afterwards nailed 
to the posts. There are many advantages 
claimed for it, which we cannot specify, but it 
Mill pay any one having fences to build, or 
who wishes a good substantial and cheap 
fence, to send for this circular. 
Calendar from N. W. Ayer & Sons.—The 
calendar sent out this year by this well known 
advertising agency is the largest and finest of 
any we have seen. The calendare of former 
years have been given away, but this oue is so 
expensive that it will be sent only on receipt 
of 25 cents. 
for Wrntim 
CONDUCTED BY MISS RAY CLARK. 
NAPOLEON III. 
“Nancy, come out here and see what I’ve 
got!” called out exultingly the voici of John 
Hopkins, as he drove up to the kitchen door 
one Monday morning in Octobo.. 
“Nancy,” a tall, spare woman of some 85 
years, appeared iu the door-way, her hare, 
brown arms dripping with soap suds, a cloud 
of steam euvel oping her like a mist, and her 
sharp, black eyes rested disapprovingly on the 
white, wooly object standing upright iu the 
wagon. 
“Novv, John,” she exclaimed, “you’ve ben a 
makin’ one of your foo'ish bargains, I’ll war¬ 
rant. Paid a fancy price to a fancy man for 
a ornery beast no better than could be bought 
of some honest farmer for a quarter of the 
money! 1 ’ 
“Oh no, Nancy,” replied John, “I got him 
dirt cheap. Morrison said he’ I held him all 
along at $75, but seem’ ’twas me, I might have 
him for $60; but I wasn’t to say but what I 
give the whole $75.” 
“John Hopkins, you’re a simpleton!” said 
his wife, and saying it, her look and tone ex¬ 
pressed even more meaning than her words. 
“I’d like to see you get your money hack! 
He’s crass, too, 1 can tell oy his eyes. I 
shouldn’t, wonder if he’d pitch into you the 
first chance be gets.” 
“But he’s got a pett.igree, Nancy; his name 
is down in a book, Napoleon III. And a sheep 
or a horse or any other anamile with its name 
iu a book, is worth jest seven times as much as 
the same anamile without; Morrison said so. 
And he ain’t, cross at all, he’s jest as kind as a 
kitten. Whoa there, Dolly!” 
And as Hopkins turned towards his restless 
horse, Napoleon III. drew back the length of 
the rope with which he was tied, and with a 
sudden leap, brought his broad forehead into 
such forceful contact with the seat of bis ad¬ 
mirer’s blue overalls, as to pitch him suddenly 
out of the wagon and head foremost into a 
barrel of boiled pumpkin and milk, which 
stood by the wood-shed door. 
Old Dolly, startled by the splashing mass 
which flew' all over her, started at a furious 
pace for the barn. The gate into the yard 
being closed, she cleared it at a bound, her 
heels hitting the dashboard with such force as 
sent it flying in fragments, the cross-bar 
snapped asunder and Dolly gained her stable, 
where she stood shivering with terror, while 
the wagon remained balanced across the gate, 
with Nnjioleou III. standing serene and un¬ 
troubled, viewing the scenery from his elevat¬ 
ed position with evident satisfaction. 
Hopkins kicked and floundered, the barrel 
was upset and rolled over on the w'alk, and as 
he arose from the ground the yellow’ and white 
streamers rippled down his clothes, his hair 
and beard were matted with pumpkin and as 
he gagged and spluttered he growled “Dang 
that Morrison.” 
“You’d better have that performance set 
down in the book along with the name,” said 
Nancy, drily. 
Her careful, prudent eye viewed the wreck 
of the wagon with dismay, also the loss of that 
beautiful barrel of mush which was intended 
to feed a litter of young pigs for many a day. 
But she wisely restrained the expression of 
her thoughts and returned to her steaming 
tubs, her quick, nervous movements and vig¬ 
orous nibbing bearing testimony to the con¬ 
flict raging within. 
Hopkins was the owner of a fine flock of 
Merinos which were the pride of his heart. 
During the late fall and winter months they 
were allowed to run in an orchard which was 
separated from the house-lot. by a rather low 
board fence. Into thus orchard was Napoleon 
turned, and here his owner (after a few days 
had passed aud he bad gotten over the affair 
of the barrel and the broken wagon) was wont 
to gaze upon his new acquisition with great 
pride and satisfaction, 
Now, it so happened that the cellar drain of 
the Hopkins residence failed to fulfill its obli¬ 
gations, and Nancy’s crocks and tubs were 
continually in a state of inundation not at all 
in accordance with her ideas of the fitness of 
tilings, aud alter due inspection aud consider¬ 
ation, John decided that a new one must lie 
dug in a different direction and tiled. Ac¬ 
cordingly, he set about it with a will, aud 
soon a long, deep ditch stretched aw r ay from 
the house, and all things being in readiness, 
oue pleasant morning he called on Nancy to 
assist him by handing down the tile. This 
she was quite walling to do, and soon they 
were busily at work. 
“The top of the morain’ to ye, mum!” said 
a voice in an unmistakable Irish brogue, and 
looking up Nancy beheld a short, stumpy 
figure clad in ragged, filthy garments. He 
had a bloated face half covered by a bristling, 
unshorn beard, uud a little, twiukling, snap¬ 
ping eyes, and his coarse, red hail' struggled 
unevenly from beneath the brim of a battered 
stove-pipe hat. He had a short jape in his 
mouth aud over his shoulder he carried a stout 
stick from which depended a pair of faded 
overalls stuffed with old cloth mg, a pair of 
worn-out rubber boots and a tin pail. 
“An a foino morain’ it is, mum. And sure 
the sun’s niver a bit plisantor to say than your 
swate face, mum. By me sowle, I’ve not seen 
your aiquil in this eouuthry. I’m an unfor¬ 
tunate craythur, mum. I’ve tbravelled nigh 
on to 200 miles to find worruk, aud, Glory bo 
to God! I eau’t find a hit. Could yez give me 
a bit of pie or cake mum, to kape the two 
sides of me from sthickin’ togethir, mum ? 
Bless me sowle, your two eyes shine like bugs 
in a. chimney, mum,” 
“I’ll give you something to eat,” said Nancy, 
“but I don’t, w’ant any of your blarny.” 
“Oh, hut a lady of sinse ye are, aud sure 
sinse comes before beauty. Me ould uiither 
was a woman of uncommon sinse and I in¬ 
herited the w’bole of it. Sure, afther I was 
bora she hadn’t sinse enough left to light her 
pipe, or peel a pratie. Sure, I’ve been a fa¬ 
mous man in me day, but. I had to lave the 
ould eounthry on account of me principles. 
I’m dowTi in the worruld now.” 
And truly he was down the next moment, 
for Napoleon III had marked the strauge 
apparition, and no doubt thiuking it some¬ 
thing that would endanger the peace or safety 
of his many wives, had cleared the fence and 
with a few long leaps reached the spot. A 
well directed blow and the tramp was hurled 
into the ditch and came clown on the bent 
head aud shouldere of the uuconscious John 
(who beiug much engaged in his work aud 
quite hard of hearing, was uumindful of the 
presence of a third person), embedding him 
in the soft earth like a brick in a wall. The 
stuffed overalls flew from the stick and locked 
themselves around Nancy’s neck, the rubber 
boots sailed away and were caught iu a pear 
tree, and the tin pail lauded iu the midst of a 
flock of hens that were treating themselves to 
a hath of chip dust, scattering them in all 
directions. 
As for Napoleon, the force of his charge 
had been so great he could not save himself, 
and he too pitched headlong into the flitch on 
top of the tramp, who, with a loud shriek of 
terror began calling on the Virgin Mary and 
all the saints to defend him. Fora few mo¬ 
ments there was an almost, inextricable confu¬ 
sion of law Is, arms, legs and horns, hut pres¬ 
ently Napoleuu freed himself from the strug¬ 
gling mass, and with the stove-pipe hat im¬ 
paled ou one horn, bounded along the ditch 
ami soon regained his companions who had fled 
from him in terror. The tramp arose to his 
feet and with chattering teeth exclaimed: 
“An’ its an airtbquake it is, aud the devil 
has come from the bottomless pit to claim his 
owu. I see his horns and felt his fiery 
breath! Oh, Saint Peter, deliver us'.!” 
ITnpkius dug the mud out of his eyes and 
ears and looked at Nancy, who had freed her¬ 
self from the embrace of the overalls, for an 
explanation. This was soon made and the 
candidate for pastry at length comprehend¬ 
ing the situation, exclaimed, 
“It’ll take a whole pie and a moity big one 
at that to settle with me for this job.” 
He got his pie an I a large slice of bread and 
jam besides, and having recovered all of his 
treasures except the hat, which was more 
than replaced by a similar one from the gar¬ 
ret which had lielonged to John's father, went 
on his wandering way. 
The next Saturday was a lovely day, and 
along iu the afternoon, who should drive up 
to the door of the Hopkinses, hut Nancy’s 
niece, Miss Aurelia Dunbar, from the city, 
and her lieau, Mr. Gustave Delors Wamier- 
inaker, clerk in a fashionable jewelry store. 
After tea, the young couple strolled out to 
a little grove of maples which crowned the 
summit of a gpntle slope back of the orchard. 
Seating themselves on a bed of soft moss, 
they watched the glorious Autumn sunset, 
and Gustave taking the young lady’s hand, 
murmured, 
"My dearest. Aurelia, there is something I 
have long wished to say to you, and what 
more fitting opportunity thaii this, here iu 
this lovely spot, with nothing to disturb— 
At that instant a rusbiugsound wus heard. 
Aurelia had an indistinct vision of low shoes, 
pink stockings aud white cuffs revolving in the 
dry bed of the stream at the foot of the lull, 
then a dark object flying up the opjiosito bank 
with a white one in pursuit: then, with a 
dotting scream she essayed to rise, caught the 
iceJ of Tier boot ill the lower spring other hoop- 
skirt and, rolling helplessly down the hill, 
landed in a dead faint on a clump of dry 
rushes. 
Miss Dunbar's scream brought. Hopkins with 
the pitchfork and his wife with the broom. 
Napoleon, who was furiously butting a tree in 
which Gustave had hastily taken refuge, to the 
great detriment of his fashionably tight cloth¬ 
ing, was secured. The young gentleman was 
assisted down from liis perch aud the young 
lady restored to consciousness. But when an 
apology w-as attempted, it. was received with 
dignified silence, and the visit, which was in¬ 
tended to bridge over the Sabbath, was brought 
to an abrupt termination by their immediate 
departure. 
After this last unfortunate escapade, Napo- 
leouHI. was placed iu close confinement. But, 
even then, John was obliged to “keep his eyes 
peeled,” to toe his owu expression, when he 
gave him his daily rations. lie began to think 
that a peaceable disposition was more desirable 
than a “pettigree,” and made a solemn vow in 
his secret heart to consult Nancy before mak¬ 
ing another bargain. BB1 X-WICK. 
DARNED NET. 
We give our lady friends two patterns for 
darning net. Linen floss and bobinet lace 
are the materials, and well pay for any 
amount of work done with them. A child s 
dress made this way, and lined with colored 
silesia, is exceedingly pretty, aud has the ad¬ 
vantage of being strong, durable and of 
washing well. It makes a pretty trimming 
for underclothing, and just as lovely aud cool¬ 
looking bed-spread as can be imagined. The 
lace can lie bought two yards wide, and isjnot 
costly. Those who have time for fancy work 
will find this to be fascinating as well as pro¬ 
fitable. 
Domestic <£coitoimj 
CONDUCTED BY EMILY MAPLE. 
WASHING DAY 
ANNIE L. JACK. 
“They that w'ash on Monday have all the 
week to dry,” sang the family Oracle. “But 
I don’t iccmt to wash on Monday, nor yet to 
be all the week drying tho clothes,” I said, 
though certainly in this Canada of ours, it 
takes nearly that long if they are left to freeze 
dry. Some people advocate Monday as wash¬ 
ing day, because one is fresh and rested after 
Sunday, but I do not know that it always 
follow’s. I don’t, like going about picking up 
clothes on Sunday, aud if done ou Saturday, 
something is sure to be overlooked. So we try 
to be ready on Tuesday morning early, and 
to have the clothes soaked aud sorted into 
separate tubs the day before. Of all the 
numerous washing sodas, I prefer pure borax 
kept in a wide-mouthed bottle; ten cents’ 
worth will last for a dozen or more washings. 
There is nothing in the washing day to me so 
dreadful as some people make it out to be, 
ovou the smell of suds can be avoided if the 
kitchen is kept ventilated. But it is a great 
help and comfort to have a stove iu an out- 
kitchen or shed where the washing wall not 
interfere with the rest of the work, and to 
keep all the laundry utensils there. We have 
worked one of the small steam w’ashers to 
great advantage for the last three years— 
they are a saving of labor, and help in cleans¬ 
ing the clothes. Blue is liest in the balls, and 
rock salt is very useful in rinsing water when 
new prints are washed, to set the color. When 
the hot water is used, it sets the soiled places 
so that they are hard to cleau; cold water 
loosens it so that it is always liest. to put 
clothes into cold water to boil, whether with a 
steam washer or without it. When to be 
wrung out of the soaking water, let them be 
put into good warm suds. There is a great 
deal of difference in tho quality of soap now- 
a-days. I have not had an opportunity of 
trying some of the kinds so largely advert ised, 
but I know there is a wonderful difference iu 
the soaps of local manufacture that, we pur¬ 
chase by the box. There ought to be analysis 
matlc of soap as well as of other articles of house¬ 
keeping to prove that it is fit for family use, 
as it doubtless often needs a purifying process. 
Washing now-a-days with a wringer and 
steam washer and all the labor-saving con¬ 
trivances that can lie bought so cheaply, is not 
such a terrible affair after all; and w-e thought 
the haugiug-out. the hardest port of it, till the 
handy man of the family put up ropes and pul¬ 
leys in the woolIshed, and the clothes hang there 
unmolested, and can get out-door air through 
a long window just behind them, as well as the 
doors, yet not tie subject, to the vicissitudes of 
all weathers. Clothes put through the wring¬ 
er require to be well shaken out before putting 
ou the cord, or they will carry the marks of 
uneven pressure along with them. I prefer a 
common hemp line to that of galvanized wire, 
as the latter cuts the clothes during a strong 
wind or when frozen. A bag for clothes-pins 
is a necessity, anti 1 think I could almost tell 
the character of a family if I went to a house 
where, however fine the appointments, I found 
the clothes-pins left out iu tho yard and half 
embedded in the earth, broken and discolored; 
When Baby was nick, we gave her Caetoria, 
When she wm a Child, she cried for Caetoria, 
When she became Mies, she dung to Caetoria, 
When aha had Children, aha gave them Caetoria, 
