1899 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
647 
Last year, we made jelly of the pear- 
shaped fruit of the Japan quince. It 
was real quince flavored, and quite a 
curiosity. Now some one tells me that 
tbe fruit of the Flowering currant is edi¬ 
ble. I have always kept the children 
from eating it, because the birds did not 
attack it as they do the other currants 
when they are ripe. 
We had to purchase eggs all over the 
country to fill our incubator, and the re¬ 
sult is a mixture of chicks. Among 
them are a ffew Leghorns, that can be 
known anywhere. They are handsome, 
graceful chicks, and make the rest look 
more inferior than they really are. The 
head of the house ds an invalid, and 
when out for an airing, he happened to 
find the chickens all flocked together 
feeding. The withering contempt of his 
tone was amusing under the circum¬ 
stances, as he exclaimed, “Mongrels!” 
But we are feeding them well; they have 
the run of the orchard, and we shall see 
how far these condemned pullets are be¬ 
hind the “business hen” in November. 
ANNIE L. JACK. 
Some Buds from Indiana. 
The Graft, Bud and Scions, of Hope 
Farm excite a good deal of interest 
among our readers. Many of them have 
similar Buds themselves, and in Fig. 242, 
we show a snap-shot of some 
southern Indiana juveniles whose 
bright, jolly, wholesome faces cer¬ 
tainly entitle them to be described 
as buds of promise. That depend¬ 
able-looking boy at the top is Wil¬ 
bur, aged 12 y 2 years. He does 
nearly all the team work on the 
farm, and has had almost exclu¬ 
sive care of the horses for a year 
past. His mother says that he has 
ridden and driven, more or less, 
ever since he was three years old; 
in fact, before he was three, he 
once drove off, leaving his father, 
and had driven some distance be¬ 
fore he was stopped. By the time 
he was 3 V 2 , he could ride half a 
mile, and drive up six or eight 
cows! As his father is in bad 
health, Wilbur is depended upon 
for much man’s work. 
Next comes Harry; he is the handy 
boy for chores indoors and out. 
The ambition of his life is to be a 
preacher, and when he finishes the 
country school, he hopes to go to 
some place where he can work for 
a high-school education. Then 
comes Nellie, who'is only SV 2 , but 
she can make bread and bake pies, 
and help her mother in many ways. 
The laughing boy is rather a mis¬ 
chief, his mother says, and the 
jolly little Amy, peeping through 
the bottom of the ladder, is chiefly 
interested in outdoor things that grow. 
These children are all healthy and hap¬ 
py; they find pleasure in studying in¬ 
sects and animals, and the simple farm¬ 
ers’ fare upon which they were reared 
gives them sound bodies to support their 
active minds. That ladderful of Indiana 
buds promises some valuable citizens 
who, in future years, may have a hand 
in guiding the destinies of the Hoosier 
State—who knows? 
A Story Told by Two. 
WITH MANY HITCHES AT FIRST, RUT IT 
FINALLY CAME OUT AI.L RIGHT. 
“Thankful Hopkins has lied a letter 
from Phcebe.” 
“You don’t tell me! Must be more’n a 
year since she’s wrote last. Thankful 
was terrible mad when she took off the 
way she did, and I don’t feel to blame 
her to go over to jtye to try to begin an’ 
do for herself, jest as ef they was poor 
folks or Thankful wasn’t wantin’ her to 
home, an’ with them lame hands her 
sickness lef’ her, an’ all, an’ Thankful 
all alone, too. Phcebe alius was terrible 
uppish an’ high handed, an’ 'it would ’a’ 
been jest like her to of made out Thank¬ 
ful wanted her to go, which everybody 
knows she didn’t. An’ her with them 
lame hands of hers, ’course she couldn’t 
expect to get a place. I suppose she’s 
wrote to come home. Thankful, she was 
jest right to hold it was bemeanin’ both 
of ’em, Phoebe goin’ housekeeper to a 
boardin’ house. But I told her it didn’t 
require no hands and head to buy vic¬ 
tuals an’ spy ’round, an’ that’s about 
all Phcebe would hev to expect to do. 
Lookin’ ain’t cookin’, I says to Thank¬ 
ful, nor tain’t lowerin’ yerself, neither. 
But Thankful, she kep’ on jest as mad 
as ever, an’ so I’ve heerd say she told 
Phoebe she needn’t put herself out send- 
HOOSIEIt BUDS OF PROMISE. Flo. 212. 
in’ no letters back, fer she wouldn’t read 
’em. Now, wasn’x that like her? Well, 
I s’pose Phoebe’s got done hankerin’ an’ 
tryin’ to get merried, an’ so she’s com¬ 
ing home. Like as not she’ll take in 
pants to finish, or dressmakin’. What 
did you say she said in the letter? I al¬ 
ius thought that Hatch kins feller treat¬ 
ed her mean to beau her ’round like he 
did an’ droppin’ aer.” 
“Well, he was over to Rye, too, as I 
_At your family table, allow no de¬ 
traction. Teach your children to speak 
well of others. Show them the differ¬ 
ence between a bee and a wasp the 
one gathering honey, the other thrust¬ 
ing a sting. I read of a family where 
they kept what they called a “Slander 
Book,” and when any slanderous words 
were uttered in the house about any¬ 
body, or detraction uttered, it was all 
put down in this book. The book was 
kept carefully. For the first few weeks, 
there were a great many entries; but, 
after a while, there were no entries at 
all. Detraction stopped in that house¬ 
hold. It would be a good thing to have 
a slander book in all households.—T. De 
Witt Talmage. 
understand.” 
“Good land! You don’t say!” 
“An’ I should jedge from what the 
letter said he’d been there straight 
along.” 
“I want to know! Well, 1 should- 
think Phoebe would have took shame to 
herself hangin’ round Rye jest ’cause 
her beau was there.” 
“Well, she didn’t exactly hang round, 
so to speak, I believe. I understand he 
got her the job in the fust place.” 
“My gracious! Well, she alius was 
terrible undernand. Why, I talked to 
iier just before she went away about 
that same Hatchkins, an’ I give him a 
MOTHERS.—Be sure to use “Mrs. Wins¬ 
low’s Soothing Syrup” for your children 
while Teething. It is the Best.— Adv. 
right good goin’ over, an’ she’s never 
said a word, the sly thing. You’d ’a’ 
thought she’d ’a’ said all about it right 
then. Well, I s’pose he got tired of her, 
an’ so she’s cornin’ home.” 
“I believe she was his—I forget the 
name; something of an amanuensis, I 
believe, in the office, whatever that is; 
kinder wrote h'is letters, I expect, on a 
typewriter, liKely.” 
“There! Didn’t I tell her he was lazy! 
An’ did you say she give up keepin’ the 
boardin’ house all the while?” 
“Well, yes, as I understand it, she 
didn’t never Keep the boardin’ house. 
She begun in the office an’ was there a 
year just as cozy as ever you saw an’ 
livin’ with his aunt, an’ getfcin’ $20 a 
week for it. Thankful, she jest couldn’t 
speak when she read it in the letter, and 
there was all them letters o’ Phoebe’s 
she had with $10 a week in ’em all 
pitched into the kitchen stove an’ Phoebe 
feelin’ bad ’cause she didn’t know it an’ 
wished Thankful would write her back. 
An’ she wouldn’t never have openeu this 
one, only they was an out West post¬ 
mark on it an’ a new kind of writin’ on 
the outside.” 
“Well, I do declare, an’ so it’s a year 
since Phoebe wrote her, you said. What 
did you say Thankful said she said?” 
“She said they’d been out West a year, 
ever since they was fust married.” 
“Married! Who? What? What did 
you say?” 
“She says Hatchkins has got him a 
mill of his own out there. His father’s 
died an’ left it to him. An’ so I should 
jedge it was Mr. Hatchkins she mar¬ 
ried. Although she didn’t reely sesso, 
in so many words.” 
“My land alive!” 
“And Phoebe has got a baby.” 
“Good Lord! I’d never have believed 
it! Ef she hadn’t wrote it with her own 
pen an hand.” 
“An’ she’s goin’ to call it Thankful 
Hatchkins, after her, the 15th of next 
month, and wants her to come on. St. 
Paul, I believe the place is, in Minne¬ 
apolis. It’s a girl.” 
“Well, I do declare to goodness! An’ 
was it on a typewriter?” 
“No. Mr. Hatchkins he wrote it him¬ 
self, I believe. Phcebe got him to. An’ 
Thankful never mistrusted. An’ she’s 
goin’.”—Boston Post. 
With the Procession. 
_The keen scalpel of reason, wielded 
by the almost matchless eloquence of an 
Ingersoll, may prune religion to the 
quick, but it cannot tear out the ten¬ 
drils buried deep in our very being, of 
that faith which looks longingly toward 
communion in the future with those we 
have loved in this mortal career.— 
Henry Mann. 
_Some one has said: “I have been 
surrounded by troubles all my life, but 
there is a curious thing about them,—• 
nine-tenths of them never happened.” 
Once a lady wrote down in order the 
particular fears and anxieties which 
were harassing her, inclosed the paper 
and sealed it, hoping by this kind of 
mechanical contrivance to be enabled 
in some sort to dismiss the subject from 
her mind. The paper was put away and 
forgotten. Several months later, it came 
to light, when she found that not one of 
the fears therein set down had been 
realized, and the difficulties had all been 
smoothed away before she came to the 
time for their solution. 
....The wardrobe of Frederick the 
Great, of Prussia, after his death, was 
valued at 100 crowns. Only three uni¬ 
forms were discovered: one was a pa¬ 
rade dress, which had been worn three 
times; the other two were in such a 
condition of dirt and decay that it was 
hard to believe he had ever worn them 
thus. The hats, breeches, boots, shirts, 
even, answered to the rest of the ward¬ 
robe. So we need not be astonished at 
the reply made to a foreigner who, sev¬ 
eral years before, was visiting the apart¬ 
ments of the chateau of Berlin, who 
asked to see the wardrobe. “The king’3 
wardrobe is on his back,” said the 
guide.—Success. 
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Exclusive plaid stock 
Such extensive range of Plaids 
10c., to the swell, high-toned 
Skirting Plaids, $1.50 and $4, as 
never before approached as to 
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New wool Skirting Plaids 40c. 
Silk mixed Plaids 35c. —dressy 
for children’s wear. 
Silk and wool Plaids—splendid 
waist styles 35c. 
Beautiful line of new Plaids 50c. 
Smart, rich Skirting Plaids 75c., 
90c. 
Styles that to get samples of is 
to get in touch with choiceness, 
distinct newness, and money’s 
worth that will be to your profit, 
and make more pleased customers 
for this store. 
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Department C, 
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