sideration the damage done by each in ap¬ 
proximating the liabilities of the owners. 
By statute, however, in Connecticut, Ver¬ 
mont, and Ohio, the several owners of dogs 
that unite in mischief are jointly liable there¬ 
for; while in Pennsylvania each owner is 
liable for the whole injury in the doing of 
which his dog was jointly engaged. 
R. M., Rome, N. V.—I hold a note duly 
signed, now over six years old, interest on 
which has been paid to within three years; is 
it outlawed, or does payment of interest keep 
it within the limit of the statute of limitations? 
Ans.—A n indorsement of interest or prin¬ 
cipal, made by authority of the debtor, takes 
the note out of the statute of limitations. 
Parsons on Contracts vol. 3, page 79; Lowery 
v. Gear; 32 Illinois, 382. “Payment of inter¬ 
est stops the running of the statute against the 
security, as well as against, the principal.” 
Lawrence Co. v, Dunkle, 35 Mo., 395; Whita¬ 
ker v. Rice, 9 Minn , 13. The period named 
in the statute will begin to run from the last 
authorized indorsement of interest. 
C. G , Montclair , N. J, —1. Can a patent be 
obtained here for an article made xn Scotland 
for mauv years, but which has never been 
patented here; 2. Can a man make a patented 
article solely for bis own use without laying 
himself liable to a suit for infringement? 
A NS.—1. No patent can be obtained here for 
any article that has been m public use here or 
elsewhere for two years before the applica¬ 
tion for a patent. 2. It is just as- much an in¬ 
fringement of a patent to make the protected 
article for one's own use as for sale. 
lUcmiati’s "lUadi. 
CONDUCTED BY EMILY LOUISE TAPLIN. 
A SOXO FOR THE OIRL I LOVE. 
I. 
A sour for the grirl I love— 
God love her! 
A song fur the eyes that tender shine 
And the fragrant mouth that melts on mine, 
The shimmering tresses uncontrolled 
That clasp her neck with tendrils of gold; 
And the blossom mouth and the dainty chin— 
The girl I love. 
God love her! 
U. 
A song for the girl I loved— 
God loved her! 
A song for the eyes of faded light, 
And the Check whose red rose waned to white. 
And the tiulet brow with its shadow and gleam, 
And the dark lashes d root red In u long, deep dream, 
And the small hands crossed for the churchyard rest, 
And the lilies dead In her sweet dead breast. 
The girl I loved— 
God loved her! 
—Credit Lost. 
OF INTEREST TO WOMEN. 
A farmer’s wife writes as follows to the 
New York Witness; “I was reading some 
time ago that a large portion of the women 
that go insane arc. farmers' wives, and when 
I look her life over I almost wonder that they 
do not all go insane.” Hhe rises m the morn¬ 
ing and cooks breakfast for the family (I am 
writing of the average farmer’s wife), then 
the work is to be done up, milk to skim, but¬ 
ter to work, two or three little ones to get 
ready for school, a nice lunch to put up for 
their mid-day meal, while baby is all the time 
crying to be dressed for breakfast. She must 
wash and dress him, and put him to sleep for 
his morning nap, all the time watching the 
clock to see how fast the hands travel toward 
twelve. Now, while he sleeps, the beds are to 
make, bedrooms to sweep, and a thousand 
other things to do too numerous to mention. 
Before this is done it is time to start dinner, 
for she knows the clock-hands are no more 
sure to point to twelve than the men are to be 
there for dinner and she knows too well how 
many glances of dissatisfaction will be cast at 
the unset table, even if the tongue is silent. She 
catches the now wide-awake baby in her arms 
and carries him around for awhile, then sets 
him upon the floor, hunts some playthings, 
and every time she passes speaks to him to 
keep him quiet. Dinner over, here an* dishes 
to wash again, baking to do, perhaps the 
kitchen to scrub (I am only glancing at the 
common every-day work, leaving out extra 
work, such as washing, ironing, house-clean¬ 
ing, sewing, etc., etc.), then supper to get, and 
the dishes to wash by lamp-light, while the 
men are resting and reading the papers; then 
sit down to knit or patch (after baby is dis¬ 
posed of): then when she is tired and feeling 
blue, by way of amusement she cau hear the 
men talk of how much easier times women 
have than they do. In the Summer she is in 
the shade (of course the hoi stove don’t count), 
then in the Winter she can sit by the lire, 
while ihey are cut in the cold. They forget 
the cold dishes she must handle bare-handed, 
and the cold rooms she must attend to. But I 
think that the part that really drives them in¬ 
sane is yet to come. They spend day 
after day, even into the weeks often, 
without seeing one of their own sex. 
How many days do men pass without meet¬ 
ing other men. if only for a few moments, and 
comparing views? Do you ever stop to think 
of how much better you feel after that little 
chat while the team is resting? Then, do you 
ever think of your wife all alone, day after 
day, longing for a few moments’ talk with 
some w-oinan ? Is it any wonder that as time 
passes she gets tired of home, sick of the 
sight of everything around it; and, if to this 
is added heart-hunger, what wonder that she 
longs to lay the burden down and take au 
eternal rest? How- many times when you 
have the team hitched up, and have an errand 
to neighbor A’s, you might ask her to go 
alongl Even if for only five or ton minutes, 
it would, at least, s ow her that you are 
thoughtful for her comfort (which she is 
sometimes led to doubt). I. for one think it no 
wonder that so many become insane. 
EMELINE. 
FRESH FIELDS FOR WOMEN. 
All writers on women’s work are alike in 
protesting against woman’s conservatism in 
labor; her tendency to move only in beaten 
tracks, arid they of the narrowest. It seems 
to us that the best advice to every feminine 
v orker is to turn her energies to whatever she 
feels her special work, whether it be old or 
new. To advise all women to adopt a profes¬ 
sion, whether suitable or not, is a most mis¬ 
taken idea. Many country girls who feel the 
necessity of working for themselves, are trou¬ 
bled with a sore uncertainty as to what field 
they shall enter. They prefer leaving domes¬ 
tic service to the horde of untrained foreigners 
who come down like the Assyrians of old, and 
flock to the manufacturing towns and cities, 
to w r ear out health and freshness in underpaid 
labor. In our grandmother’s time farmers’ 
daughters saw- no disgrace in doing light field 
work, but this is a thing rarely seen nowa¬ 
days. The “Nebraska Horticulturist” speaks 
with much contempt about the superficial 
twaddle one hears about the degrading effect 
of out-door work upon women. They must be 
peculiar women who are more degraded by 
working in God’s pure air, amid the beautiful 
sights and sounds of nature, among the won¬ 
derful plants of garden and field, than by be¬ 
ing cooped up in a hot kitchen handling pots 
and kettles, doing chamber work and mending 
old clothes. No honest work is degrading to 
any woman, unless it injures the moral nature 
or weaken the body. 
Asa pair of model women, who. when they 
want any rights, just get up and take them, 
we may mention two Kansas sisters, who are 
proprietors of a large florist’s establishment. 
They have large greenhouses and store, the 
result of their own unaided exertions, and in 
business tact and enterprise they are not to be 
excelled by any Of their brother professionals. 
Of course they employ help, but they manage 
their work independently an 1 are quite able 
to show their employes w'hat to do and how to 
do it. One of the firm is Stnto Vice-president 
of the Society of American Florists, and a val 
ued member of that body. What these cour¬ 
ageous women have done others can do, and 
there is no doubt that ruauy branches of horti¬ 
culture and agriculture offer a healthful and 
remunerative field for femiuine labor. 
WOMAN’S CHIEF END. 
SELMA CLARE. 
It is said that woman's chief end is to mar¬ 
ry; as, however, after marriage a woman’s 
life with all its possibilities of happiness or 
utter misery is really only just beginning, it 
is necessary to have some end in view. With 
the true wife this will be to keep her husband’s 
best gift—bis heart A wise woman does not 
desire to rule the man to whom she links her 
destiny; she wishes to be guided by him anil 
sees no bugbear in the word “obey” of the 
marriage service. But it is not necessary to 
be wise after the philosophy of “Ouida,” to 
know that a woman cauuot keep her husband’s 
love merely by loving him. “Man,” says u 
writer who shows considerable knowledge of 
the subject, -‘is of all animals the most suscep¬ 
tible to creature comforts.” A loving hearths 
all very well asfar as it goes, but if it neglects 
to season the soup, and shows au utter forget¬ 
fulness where sock heels and shirt buttons are 
concerned, it loses some of its enchantment. 
A woman must possess not one but all the 
virtues. She must never make the mistake of 
supposing that her husband is iudifferent to 
the neatness of her hair, or the daintiness of 
her gown. She must tie bright and entertain¬ 
ing, though every limb aches, and she be al¬ 
most ready to sink in sheer despair from the 
thousand and one annoyances of her daily 
life. Above all. she must know how to hold 
her tongue. She may be bursting with right¬ 
eous indignation, but must give no sign. 
A cynic who peeps over my shoulder asks if 
it is w-orth while to go through so much to 
gain so little. That question, dear reader, 
can only be answered by each one of you indi¬ 
vidually. 
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN. 
ALICE. 
I once heard a great philosopher asked what 
quality he esteemed most highly in a woman. 
He replied: “A sweet and happy spirit, what 
the French call r/aietc (le cor it r.'' Not learn¬ 
ing, not beauty, but simply a Sunny disposi¬ 
tion that enables her to find pleasure in all 
things, great and small. This it is within the 
power of every woman to possess. Every one 
kuows how utterly disagreeable a “conten¬ 
tious woman” can make herself, and every¬ 
one is familiar with the type of woman who is 
never pleased, be the skies sunny or cloudy 
No beauty of face or form can atone for such 
a disposition, and it is a peculiar circumstance 
that the mildest and most inoffensive men 
usually immolate themselves on the shrine of 
such women. A woman who cau smile when 
the bread comes out of the oven underdone, 
or burned, when tho kitchen fire smokes, 
when the clothes will not dry, and when the 
children are uuusually cross, does not add to 
her own burdens and lightens those of every¬ 
one else. If you are Inclined to a peevish, 
and fault-finding disposition, aud would see 
how unlovely you make yourself to those 
around you, read “Our Mutual Friend,” and 
my word for it, you will lay down the book 
resolviug not to be a Mrs. Wilfer, 
There is as much difference between nag¬ 
ging and scoldiug, as between u heavy Scotch 
mist and a downright raiupour, and to my 
mind the former is by far the most disagree¬ 
able of the two. Still as regards both the 
nagging and scolding, we say “don’t.” No 
greater misfortune cau befall a child than to 
be grown up under the influence of everlast¬ 
ing complaining aud fault-finding. It has the 
effect of making him callous-hearted aud un- 
amiable, and often malicious as well. When 
one is always getting the blame of doing 
wrong, one begins to think as the children say 
that one might as well have “the game as the 
name.” A child loses all ambition to gain a 
favorable opinion when he finds that he only 
strives in vam. A scold is a wicked destroyer 
of the morals and happiness of children, and 
we sometimes regret that the good old-time 
way of treating such has gone out of fashion. 
Custom has a powerful hold over women, 
What the world will say, the restraints of her 
family or social station, keeps back many a 
woman from making a career for herself. It 
is only iu such isolated cases that we hear of 
a woman running a saw mill iu Florida, of 
another who owns a stock ranch iu Colorado, 
and still another who navigates a steamboat iu 
Louisiana,that these few ea es seem anomalies. 
Iu two of these instances drunken husbands, 
and iu the other the death of her husband set 
these three plucky women afloat. Many 
women have thrift, tact and judgment, and 
are quite as capable of taking charge of a 
business as neon. Where women have entered 
offices a-, clerks, 1 am invariably told by busi¬ 
ness men that they make better clerks than 
young men at the same salaries would do. If 
a woman has a strong loaning toward some 
vocation, be it service, trade or profession, 
and she has no maternal duties to restrain 
her, let her follow that leaning, regardless of 
what the world will say. Fanny B. Merrill, 
in the New York Graphic, says, “I love 
women so well that I would rather see them 
anywhere than out in the world fighting for 
themselves. I would rather see a daughter of 
mine wearing linsey-woolsey gowns aud eat¬ 
ing hoe cake in a log cabin, with a man for a 
husband who was seven-eights perfect (as men 
grow), than to see her the most brilliant, 
clever, gay, powerful woman of America 
looking out for herself.” 
This is all very well, ami is quite the senti¬ 
ment of any right minded woman, hut un¬ 
fortunately there is a great deal beside senti¬ 
ment iu this world. Few men are seven-eights 
perfect, and barring all this, the fact that 
there are more women then men, precludes 
the possibility of every women having a hus¬ 
band. J know more than one woman who is 
to-day fighting for herself on account of an 
unfortunate ticket drawn in the lottery of 
marriage, who will tell you if she is honest, 
that she has met with more courteous treat¬ 
ment from what Funny Merrill calls a “jeer¬ 
ing, disrespectful public,” than she ever met 
with from her husband. 
GOLDEN GRAINS. 
The books that delight the mind aud sweep 
the cords of the heart as with a magic hand 
are those that have been written by meu uud 
women whose pens have been urged on to 
genial tasks by gifted intellects and sympa¬ 
thetic, loving hearts... 
Ik a man bo gracious to strangers, it shows 
he is a citizen of the world, and that his heart 
is no island cut off from other lands, but a 
continent that joins them.. 
Employ thy time well, if thou meanest to 
gain leisure; and since thou art not sure of a 
minute, throw not away an hour. Leisure is 
time for doing something useful; this leisure 
the diligent man will obtain, but the lazy man 
never; for a life of leisure and a life of laziness 
arc two things,... 
For the best results there needs be the long¬ 
est waiting. The true harvest is the longest 
in being reached. The failures come first, the 
successes last. The unsatisfactory is generally 
the soonest seen. .. . 
What an argument in favor of social con¬ 
nection is the observation that by communi¬ 
cating our grief we have less, and by commu¬ 
nicating our pleasure we have more. 
He that has something to do has less temp¬ 
tation to doubt the man who has nothing to do 
but to doubt. Heresies iu the Christian Church 
come never from the city missionary, never 
from the faithful pastor, never from intense 
evangelists; but always from the gentlemen 
at ease, who take no actual part in the holy 
war.. ... 
Domestic Ccemonuj 
CONDUCTED BY MRS. AGNES E. M. CARMAN. 
What can be more hopelessly, helplessly sad 
than an uncongenial husband and wifet 
PITHS. 
Worse fates are in store for girls than be¬ 
coming “ old maids.” 
It is not your duty to keep your children 
busy every minute t hey are out of school. 
When a child returns from a neighbor’s 
house, don’t question him as to what each 
member is doing, or as to what was sa ; d, un¬ 
less you wish to sow seeds of gossip aud mis¬ 
chief. 
There are coming days when the small 
chicks can’t play out. Let them have their 
fun iu the house eveu at the expense of your 
tidy kitchen. We have in mind a child made 
fretful through keepiug iu the house, who was 
transformed into a simuy little fellow by 
means of a pile of white sand with patty-pans, 
colander, cup, spoon, etc. in one corner of the 
kitchen. 
Provide your children with rubbers and 
see that they are worn when they go out. 
They are just as necessary when the ground is 
cold and damp as after a rain. What protec¬ 
tion are the paper soled shoes that we often 
see little tots wearing at this season of the 
year? Is it to be wondered at that they have 
colds aud croup? 
Don’t give Christmas presents because you 
feel that you m ust do it. Give for the love of 
it or not at all. 
KITCHEN TALKS. 
ANNIE L. JACK. 
The pleasant, sunny days that come uow 
and then are fully appreciated in November 
as gala days are to those who are past their 
youth. Aud so the years puss on alternating 
sunshine and shade, aud we are once more 
looking forward to a new year, that is herald¬ 
ed by the beautiful Christmas-tide. I was 
thinking all this iu the kitchen this afternoon 
when one of the children came in—“Only four 
weeks to Christinas!” she exclaimed with a 
satisfied sigh, and I thought how happy a 
childhood was, that was uot sated before its 
time, and could enjoy at any time the simple 
home festivities, and live content in the an¬ 
ticipation. Truly Longfellow wrote: “Of the 
past the old man’s thoughts w'ere aud the maid¬ 
en’s of the future.” 
Yet how many of us must realize the beauty 
of the poet Whittier’s verses. 
“Not mindless Of the growing years 
Uf enre uml loss and pain, 
My eyes are wot with thankful tears 
For blessings that remain. 
If dim the gold of life has grown 
I will not count it dross. 
Nor turn from treasures still my own 
To sigh for lack ami loss." 
And speaking of “loss,” there is no sorrow for 
riches that have taken wings and departed, that 
is equal to the grief felt for the lossof affection. 
A mother said to me lately, “I did uot believe 
it when ‘grandma’ told mo that I was seeing 
my best days while the children were small, 
but I know now she was right. When my 
little girls were about 12 and 1 t years of age 
I was everything to them, and they had no 
secrets from me, Imt, now that Lulu is married 
and Mattio is engaged, I find there are mauy 
things changed. Some ouo else gets the first, 
best thoughts of their hearts, au 1 though they 
do not love me the less I am uot all iu all to 
them. I do not say it is uot best so, they will 
have some one when I aui gone, but it is 
rather a hard experience. And though in 
earlier yean? we might have been more to 
each other, yet it is now that they are of au 
ago to be more like companions to me, and to 
understand me as children cannot do.” 
Yes, so it is we are never contented; there is 
