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PICKING THE SP1TZENBIIRGS. By E. P. POWELL.

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One may easier fall in love with fcn apple orchard than with anything Blse nature has given us. The trees grow up with us. The earliest joys of childhood are with Juneatings and Redstreaks. The apple is equally delightful to advancing age. It is associated with our school dinner baskets, our working days, when it wound up our lunches, and what more could we give to our boy loves than a red-cheeked, golden-hearted Pearmain? So, so! But was it not an apple that every morning we car- ried to our teacher, with which to buy a smile and pay for love. Those were golden days when the Sweet Bough covered the sod, and burst open with innate goodness. Why should one not love an orchard?

I remember well that by a little turn on the way home from school [ could go through the old Kirkland orchard—the first one planted by white men on their westward way from New England across the conti- nent. There I sat in the trees, among the Spitzenburgs dreaming life dreams, and looking into a valley paradise, until the call of the cows warned me to drive them homeward for milking. Yesterday. I sat at the foot of some of those same old trees, leaned my head against them, felt their broken arms with sympathy, ind when the October sunshine called out the bees and the butterflies, in the midday hours, I kissed the dear old tree that was my boyhood favor- ite. Why not? It gave me cheer- fully, liberally, capfuls, pocketfuls, of delicious apples.

The pickers are at work—home pickers, and they know what they are about. They do not toss, nor do they drop the apples, not even a few inches; but as true apple pickers should do, they lay each one gently into the basket. Rudeness is never more out of place than when picking fruit. Think you what nature has done in packing together these balls of cells, each one delicately fitted to the other, and all inclosed with art finer than that of Apelles—who once deceived the birds. Handle each apple sympathetically, and then do not pour out the basketful into the wagon, but once more lay out the ap- ples like eggs.

A basketful of Northern Spys! What can be more beautiful? Some have burst their sides in the process of growing, and you see the yellow- fleshed cells, full of nectar. The boys lay these aside for their own use—for to be sure nothing can be better to make fine boy flesh and soul—and if placed in a cellar they will not keep. They are like boys and girls that are crowded in school; they die early. The Swaar is a sly apple, for it is of green russet color,

| and one would not know it to be I the very standard of quality; yet if

you do but know what to do, you will ask for a barrel of prime Swaars, and store them away to be used next May. The McIntosh and the Walter Pease are brothers of the most fa- mous (Fameuse) family of apples ever created, and when you look at their glory you will hardly like to see them taken from the limbs. A tree full of either sort is so perfect that only the freezing weather just ahead could induce me to despoil it. McIntosh is as white inside as it is red outside, and Walter Pease has a fragrance like a bed of lilies. And not long ago Mr. Burbank sent us the Winterstein, the very climax of science and art combined. Grimes Golden and Jonathan are not big apples, but they go a long way to- ward being perfect apples. They should be planted alternately, so that you shall see the gold of one and the perfect crimson of the other side by side.

But if I keep on at this rate you will know not only that I am a wor- shiper of the apple, but that I shall never get the picking finished. Only I do not like an apple grower who knows nothing about comparative values. He grows Greenings, Rus- sets, Spys and a dozen more sorts possibly, but in my orchard of eighty sorts he is lost. He knows no apple history, does not keep pace with pro- gress in the gardener’s art, and the new things that burst out of God’s will and man's intelligent work— these he cares nothing about, because he does ont understand them. He grows his apples without brains, and he picks them without brains, while the grandest harvest on his acres wakens no more enthusiasm than his turnips. His apples are tossed, poured, tumbled; and in the mid- winter he digs them for use, out of a half-rotted bin of rubbish. All right work is poetry and religion; all wrong work is impiety as well as illiteracy. The most learned man I ever knew thought more of apple lore and rose lore than of his Greek hexameters. He said, “In my garden there is a greater poem than the Odyssey. The days write it, and the winds chant it, and as for me, I learn to see it and to hear it.”

The load is ready for the cellar, only you may be sure that we do not put apples in a house cellar, with vegetables, where greasy odors or the smell of decay can taint them. In such a cellar all sorts of apples will taste alike before January. The apple deserves a cellar by itself, clean as a library and sweet as a chamber. There is no abomination in civilization worse than the ordi- nary cellar—a wicked resort of all

sorts of microbes and bacteria. Then all winter you will know one apple from another by the smell over the bin. The aromas will blend in the middle of the cellar. In this apple cellar of yours, which may be under your carriage house, well lighted and well ventilated, you will have bins on the side walls, and a brook run- ning along the middle floor—a clean, fresh, drinkable brook; to keep the fruit from shriveling. The boys are

placing the apples in these bins now. You do not hear the Golden Pippins rattle as they are poured—for in- deed they are not poured, but they are lovingly transferred from the basket.

About one-fifth of each load is sorted out into boxes, and left out- side of the cellar to be pressed into cider—every apple that is in the least defective. A true farmer should certainly have his own cider press and grind his own apples. It should be a beautiful process and a clean one. Home-made and strictly hon- est cider would reform the most in- famous drunkard. Every apple must be clean and without decay. It is not any more fitting to drink a rotten apple than to eat it. Ah, but you “never tasted cider before!" To be sure, but it pays to* be decent.

What an appetite! And yet I have sampled nearly every sort in the or- chard, and there are over half a hundred—only a few of them how- ever do not this year bear fruit. Yet a good appetite is an honest affair and wholesome, and we are glad to hear the call for supper. Do you know samp? Have you ever tasted it—the real old-fashioned samp? If' not, you have so far missed the most perfect food man and nature ever put their heads togethe rto devise. Take the very finest ears, right from the husking. You must not wait for a flavor of mold to touch even the cobs. Dry the ears around the stove- pipe—then persuade your miller to grind it alone, and to give you the result at once—it must not lie about the mill. Then sift out all the fine meal, and dry the rest on salvers in the kitchen. When thoroughTy cured put it on the stove in a kettle about half filled with water. Bring it to a boil. Then set it back to cook

—an aay. you •will never forget it, if once you have heard samp boiling on a kitchen stove— the bubbles bursting with a pouff, pouff, pouff. Stir it gently, but you must not forget it for a moment. All day long it must be watched and stirred and thought of and smelled. It must go on at daybreak, and it must gently cook until night. The odor changes about noontime. It be- comes tempting to the nostrils. It grows irresistible about 4 o’clock. At 6 the fragrance takes possession of the whole house; it becomes a mys- tery. The little mother has done nothing else for two hours but watch it and smell it. I assure you that a cook without a good nose is not worth having. Now the blue bowls are on the table. A pan of milk with solid cream is in the centre. The samp is yellow as gold, and it is still burst- ing open with little explosions of heated fragrance. Ye gods! your am- brosia and your nectar are nowhere compared with samp and milk. The real samp of our mother’s day. It is a lost art, and for these forty years I have neither tasted nor smelled genuine samp. Afterward an apple pie! A pie of Spitzenburg apples! Our mothers would not cook any others, and they were right; and to this day there is no other such apple for pies. The Astrachan makes better jellies, and, for baking, the York Pippin and the Gravenstein are ahead; but not for the creation of that summation of kitchen art—the apple pie. Did you ever see one made? Well, I cannot say how it is done nowadays, only I -suppose it is like everything else, by measure and by weight. But then, in my memory aays, a woman did not follow any rules at all — that is six spoonfuls of this and two spoonfuls of that. Bless my soul! Why, just enough, and if you have not the cooking in- stinct, so that you know what is enough, you will not be a cook by going to a cooking school—not till you die. But the pie? Yes! It was a compound of goodness, but it had unity—and it was full of digestion.

In my boyhood the old people scraped apples when eating them raw, to avoid indigestion.^ For a delicate stomach I could T»ame *you „half a dozen sorts: the Wismer, the Deli- cious, the Stuarts Golden, the McIn- tosh, the Walter Pease, and the Danchy Sweet. These are creations of a recent day.

There are already seven thousand apples catalogued in the United States, and I suppose a great many more varieties remain uncatalogued. What shall the future apple be? Not seedless, for a seedless fruit is at the end of evolution. We want seede until perfection is reached. Tucked away in those germs are possibilities of improvement. “There!” says Na- ture, “take these and try for better- ment. These little brown seeds are

your pledge of possible progress. When I give you no more seed you are finished, and I shall take no more interest in your affairs.” A seed- less apple is the end, bah! The com-

ing apple must be also red, not only to please the housewife, but to honor the artistic taste of Nature herself— her struggle for the beautiful. As for size I hardly dare to say, but I think a Northern Spy is just about right. One of these will fill a man’s stomach and three will fill a boy’s. We must learn when to stop.—Oufr ing Magazine.

Homan Billboards. Some of us are made on the order

of billboards: a flashy front with a vacant lot behind-—Hogwalloar Ken- tuckian

ITALIAN ROYAL FAMILY SCRAP

King Snubbed the Queen's Brother for Attacking Alliance With

Greece. The information published in the

Jtome Tribuna, a ministerial paper, owned by a Senator and subsidized by the Government, explaining why the Queen of Italy did not accompany her husband on his recent visit te Greece and did not go either ta Gaeta to meet the British sovereigns or to Spezia for the launch of the battle- ship Roma and the presentation of a

flag to a battleship bearing her name has excited and is still exciting con- siderable comment. An official com- munication denied the report of a

disagreement between the King and Prince Danilo of Montenegro, but this denial appears to have served only to fonflrm still more the news of the Tribuna, the more so as no attempt has been made by the Government to prevent the story from being tele- graphed abroad, a most significant fact in a country like Italy, where press censorship reigns supreme.

The true version of the story aj* pears to be that the Princess Milena of Montenegro, with three of her daughters and her two sons Danflo and Mirko, came to Rome to undergo a surgical operation. The party was

lodged at the Quirinal in a special apartment and the best medical at- tendance was provided by the King for his mother-in-law. Prince Danilo had caused considerable annoyance to the King on a former visit to Rome on account of his excessive and open admiration for a nurse of the royal children, who had in consequence to be dismissed and whose husband’s jealousy bad to be aUayed by means of a large sum paid by the King. On the present occasion he first found j fault with the Italian doctor who was

attending his mother, and subsequent- ly objected in rather strong terms to ] the increasing friendly relations be- tween Italy and Greece.

The King is said to have cut short a conversation on this subject by coolly asking Prince Danilo when he intended leaving Rome. Danilo evi- dently took the hint and left the; next morning with his whole family,, Including, of course. Princess Milena, j who had not yet undergone the opera- j tion for which she came. to Rome, j The departure was so sudden that thf* party had to wait a couple of days at Bari before a ship could be chart- ered to carry them across to Mon- tenegro. The effect of this semi-fam- ily squabble on the Queen was such

■ that she took to her bed with fever, and for the first time during her happy married life she did not accompany the King on his travels.

All sorts of conjectures *are now

made, further developments are vag- ! uely hinted at and it is rumored that ! the Queen’s father, Prince Nicold of 1 Montenegro, has been summoned to

; Rome to act as peacemaker. Hitherto incidents relating to the sovereigns’ domestic life were never discussed by the Italian papers, ,but now they have become the topic of the day.

Freak of a Tornado. Attending the story of every cyclone

there is something of the nature of a freak to be related. During the small twister in the Highland district recently the almost incredible hap- pened. But we must believe the story, for it was told by truthful men. Be- tween two cornerstones of a barn (Mr. Ruthruff’s barn, we believe) the feath- ers and perhaps the foot of a chicken protruded. The stones were intact and showed no signs of ever having been distrubed by man or the power of the elements. But the chicken was blown in between those large stones by the fury of the storm in some man- ner. It was a chicken withou. a doubt, though pressed as thin as a: onion peel. How did it get there? The theory shared by nearly all who wit- nessed the phenomenon is that during the storm and a sudden gust of wind

I the barn and the top stone were lifted sufficiently high to allow the chicken to be blown into the crevice and be- fore the fowl could get out the barn

i settled down—White City (Kans.) Register.

in Kailroad Language. (

The street crossings at Hickory street, St. Louis avenue, Mulberry, and

I, Santa Fe streets were blocked for

j twenty-five ^minutes by a train. A. ! L. Anderson, the conductor, was in \ police court to tell why. >

j “You see, it was this way,” he said. “We were pulling into Armourdale when the train stopped suddenly. I ran to find what was wrong. Well, the engine was around one curve, the caboose around another and I couldn’t

: get a signal to either man. The tow- er man was handing me the back up and somebody else was giving me the go ahead. Just then I found an angle cock had dropped from the air tube on one of the cars and they were try- ing to line up the switches onu- me. Then I got a stop word and I found out a pin lifted had dropped. I slacked ’em ahead as soon as I could, but I couldn’t help matters.”

“I guess so,” said Kyle. “Ten dol- lars.”—Kansas City Star

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Instruction for Drivers. •

Technical education in the Austrian capital sometimes breaks out in un- expected places. The latest develop- ment in this field is the establishment of a school for teamsters, under the auspices of the Wagon Drivers’ Asso- ciation. In future all young men de- sirous of piloting light or heavy w'ag- ons through the city streets must first pursue a practical and theoreti- cal course of study in the art of driv- ing in this school.

For the theoretical branch a spe- cial lesson book has been compiled. Students will have to pass an exami- nation, after which they will receive diplomas entitling them to a driver’s license. Teamsters who can produce a two months’ testimonial from their present employers will he given li- censes without examination. The new school is the outcome of a similar in- stitution for cab drivers, which was started some months ago with very satisfactory results.—Vienna corre- spondence Pall Mall Gazette.

Tea “Cure” for Typhoid. Peter Buhr, of 1086 Second avenue,

Mew York, has written a letter to

Mayor Gnichtel suggesting cold tea as

a cure for the typhoid fever that is

raging at the State Hospital for the Insane. He says this cure has never

been known to fail. This is his recipe: One tablespoonful of mixed tea

boiled in four cups of water. This must be allowed to stand until cold, and then taken without cream or

3Ugar. A cupful a day should be given to typhoid patients and those in dan-

I ger of the disease, according to Buhr. The letter emphasized that the tea must be cold, not hot, nor even warm.

He^sks the mayor to request the ministers of the city to announce the “cure” from their pulpits next Sun- day.

Mayor Gnichtel has turned the let ter over to the hospital doctors, whc are skeptical a's to the value of the prescription.—Trenton (N. J.) Dis- patch to the New York Times

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man! I can’t wait all that time to get rid of our cook.—Philadelphia in-

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I “Yes, ma’am,” answered the hon- est groceryman, “all tea is too steep."

i —Chicago News.

Rolled Brother Down Hill. Presence of jnind on the part ol

a ten*year-od brother last night saved seven-year-old Alfred Green, of JTi Moore street, probably from death b3 fire.

With some companions the twc brothers were piling waste on a bon fire burning on a vacant lot near theii homes. In the riot of fun the boy* were dancing around the blazing ref- use. One hoy next to Alfred tripped and fell against the smaller boy. throwing him headlong into the flames. His clothing took fire on the instant, and in the same moment hif elder brother reached over, grabbed him by the shirt, and carried him to t nearby embankment. Starting him with a push from the top, the little chap rolled over and over to the hot tom, extinguishing the flames.

He was taken to Mount Sinai Hos pital, where his burns were found tc be superficial and not serious. The elder boy is the lion of the neighbor hood.—Philadelphia Inquirre.

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