cold and rainy, the queen soon died. The bees did not touch the frames in the new hive.

The one case that was successful was where some comb with brood was put in the new hive, and in that case the bees did not desert.

I know of another case last summer where bees were transferred along in August after the plan suggested on page 283, and it was successful too.

So it would seem that the plan suggested on page 283 will not work unless some brood is also put în the new hive, or unless the weather is very warm. I offer these suggestions so that some other beginner like myself may possibly be spared a very disheartening experience. Louisville, Ky.

R. P. DIETZMAN.

[There seems to be no stated amount of honey in an ordinary jelly-tumbler. We have seen a great many which ran from six to eight ounces, although we believe the average package holds about seven ounces. The No. 25 jar is supposed to hold practically 16 ounces.-ED.]

Queen Found Wingless in the Spring.

The best-working queen in my apiary this summer is wingless. When she went into winter quarters last fall she had wings. On my first examination this spring I found that they were gone. Will you explain the probable cause of her losing them? New Haven, Ct. ELMER A. DENT. [When queens are balled they are often crippled, and it is not strange to find them with their wings partly gone. We presume that the queen mentioned in your letter of June 5 was balled, but it seems strange that the bees should have thus attacked the best queen in your apiary. It is possible that you will find that they will supersede her this season.-ED.]

[Undesirable drones, when caught in the upper chamber of the Alley trap, will starve to death very shortly.

There is no likelihood that the queen will go up into the upper chamber of the trap with the drones unless she attempts to emerge with a swarm. In that case sufficient bees will cluster around her and feed her. We have known queens to be kept in this way for days at a time.-ED.]

Capacity of the Gravity Strainer.

Mr. E. D. Townsend:-I should like to inquire if you consider one of your new settling-tanks, of the size you describe, sufficient for a large apiary, where an eight-frame extractor run by power is used. Also, would it not be more desirable to construct the same of heavy tin instead of using galvanized material? I think this tank must be a great advance over the old style.

Altamont, N. Y.

[Mr. Townsend replies:]

W. D. WRIGHT.

We have never tested this tank for more than 3000 lbs. per day, and this by hand power. I have no doubt, however, but that this size of tank would handle considerably more than this amount. The impurities in honey will separate very readily at a temperature of 85 or 90; and as the temperature falls, separation is slower.

Knowing something about extracting with power. I think honey could be extracted quite clean from the combs, at such a low temperature that separation would be very slow. With our hand-power extractors we have always had good success with the separator at any time when the weather was suitable to extract. In other words, this tank will do its work at any temperature when the cheese-cloth strainer will work.

We empty our honey from the extractor into the tank in large pails. Were this honey pumped, or the tank arranged below, so the honey would run direct from the extractor into the tank, the separator would work faster.

The descriptions in the journals were intended for the 98 per cent of bee-keepers who, like ourselves, use hand power. Some little experimenting will be necessary where power is used and larger quantities put through this tank in a given time. Try two tanks of this size, and fill them both before bǝginning to can. Then draw off three cans from the first-filled tank, allowing the other to stand while refilling this first tank. Now draw three from the other, and so on through the day, and I am quite sure you will have your honey in good shape, and no fussing with strainers.

Tin would be better than galvanized steel. While all of our tanks are made of the latter, we shall use tin hereafter. Tin is easier to keep clean; but the main point is, honey is not injured, if allowed to stand in tin, as it is in galvanized steel.

When through extracting at a yard, all the gates of our galvanized steel tanks are left wide open, and the honey allowed to run out into other receptacles. But everything that we order in the future will be of tin. E. D. TOWNSEND.

Remus, Mich.

Bees Sting Orange-grower's Horses to Death. The enclosed clipping from our county paper may interest Eastern bee-keepers contemplating the exploiting of orange nectar in the San Joaquin Valley. The temptation to secure a crop of orange honey is indeed strong. It is the only bloom which can give a good yield of table honey until late in the season. On the eastern side of the hills, and fast extending beyond, are numerous groves of bearing trees, while hundreds of acres newly set out join them on the west. The writer, a tenderfoot of six months' residence, found this temptation irresistible, and is located about 80 rods from the scene of the accident. An apiary of about 300 colonies is about 40 or 50 rods from a young grove where the trouble occurred. Here is the clipping:

"A most peculiar occurrence took place near the Bonnie Brae orchards last Tuesday forenoon when an angry swarm of bees lit on and stung a span of horses belonging to Cliff Dungan so badly that both of them died a short time afterward.

Not only were the horses stung, but the driver, a man named Hardin, was set upon by the bees and badly injured, Dr. Dungan being called to care for him. Some of the bees lit on the nfan and team and began to sting. This caused the horses to rear and paw, and this attracted many more of the insects until the poor animals were covered with stingers. The man ran away and saved himself, but the horses did not try to run, and could do nothing to save themselves. The orangegrowers in the past have been troubled considerably by maurauding bees; and should a few more occurrences of this kind take place they will probably take some drastic action against them."

As nearly as I can find out, those working there, and some further, had been annoyed for some time by flying bees but no swarms. One of the number wore a bee-hat while 80 rods away. Smaller annoyances are the gathering of bees around pumpingplants for house and irrigating purposes, frightening and sometimes stinging people.

The facts in regard to the stinging of the man and horses can not be positively stated. The man with the team, I am told by one interested, saw nothing resembling a swarm, but simply flying bees going to the groves near by. After the fracas they settled in a bunch near by, something like a swarm. The constant handling of frames in looking for disease, shaking for extracting, etc., keep bees in bad temper: but perhaps this accident was entirely owing to the fact that the bees in great multitudes flew in one direction right over the grove to a ninety-acre grove of large trees in full bloom. The scene of the accident was a young grove lately set out, and bees not working on it to any great extent. Exeter, Cal., May 24.

J. B. COLTON.

[This whole affair is a most unfortunate one, of course, and one to be greatly regretted; but the circumstances, not the bees, should have the blame. It is safe to say that an accident of this kind is not likely to occur again in many years; but at the same time bee-keepers should do all in their power to prevent robbing or any thing else to get the bees badly stirred up.

The orange-growers can not afford to get along without the bees. Any drastic action" would injure the orange industry more than the bee industry.-ED.]

Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.-GAL. 6:7.

And Jesus answered and said unto them, I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out.-LUKE 19:40.

You may have noticed, friends, that we are having quite a few lay sermons; and some of these lay sermons are stirring the world. I gave, a short time ago, one from our Mr. Hallock; and this, it seems, has helped to stir up a sermon I am going to give you from an editor of a daily paper. I am not surprised at these telling protests from the people. It has seemed to me for some time that, if politicians and men of great wealth continue to hold their peace, as we have it in the second of our texts above, the result would be, in the language of the Savior, that the very stones in the pavements would begin to cry out. I have a good friend who reads GLEANINGS away off in Phoenix, Ariz., and he introduced the speaker to our American people. And now I take great pleasure in giving to the world a sermon that, for potency and pungency, and especially cutting truths" right from the shoulder," has seldom been excelled in any of our temperance talks and crusades, so far as I am acquainted with matters:

Mr. A. I. Root:-The Anti-saloon people of Maricopa Co., Arizona, are in the midst of a campaign against the saloons and liquor interests. What their chances of success are I have not been a resident here long enough to say, but hope the saloons will be put out of commission. Any way, it will be decided on the 18th of this month-April.

At the time this campaign started, there was in course of construction the Adams Hotel, a $300,000 building. Mr. J. C. Adams, the main stockholder, is, I believe, the son of a minister; but as a threat and protest against the Anti-saloon campaign he stopped the work and turned all the men off, saying that a hotel would not pay if built in a dry town. It is reported that his mother is heartbroken over the stand he has taken. We suppose that saloon money has paid him to do this.

The leading daily paper (The Arizona Gazette, of Phoenix, which claims to have the largest circulation of any paper in Arizona) has come out straight with the Anti-saloon League against the whisky interests, although by so doing they are making strong enemies of all those who side with the liquor business, and have even been threatened with boycott, etc.

After reading your Home paper in GLEANINGS for April 1st, where you mentioned the Adolphus Busch incident, we copied said piece and sent it to the Gazette, asking if they could use any extracts from your piece in the Anti-saloon campaign now in progress. I herewith send you a clipping from the Gazette, showing how they used the same. They also wrote us a letter, thanking us very much for the article.

Phoenix, Ariz.

J. I. & G. E. MORGAN.

The following is the extract referred to:

THE SALOON MUST GO. Down in Binghamton, N. Y., lives a man named Jones. This man is a manufacturer. He is engaged in making scales, which he ships all over the country. Years ago he adopted an advertising slogan, and that slogan has become a by-word in every part of this great country. Every newspaper reader has read, Jones, he pays the freight."

Voters of Maricopa County, who pays the saloon freight?

For the past several days the saloon people have been regaling us with stories of their beneficence. They have told about the taxes they dump into the city treasury; and they strongly intimate that, if it

were not for the saloons, Phoenix would be a total loss with no insurance.

Of course this is all humbug, and the ranker sort of humbug at that. The expense of the saloons, as every intelligent man knows, is vastly greater than the amount collected in taxes. To be explicit, it is $42,000 a year greater for this city alone.

But who pays this revenue? Do the saloons pay it? They don't contribute a dollar of that sum. That money is the price of drunkenness. It is the price of poverty and want. It is the price of wrecked homes and hungry children. It is the price of broken manhood and broken hearts. It is the price of promises broken, of vows unfilled. It is the price of degraded womanhood. It is the price of crime, of misery, and of want. And the heartbroken wives and mothers, and the poor underfed children-they are the people who pay this tax.

When Judas Iscariot betrayed the Savior with a kiss he performed an act of effrontery that has but one parallel in the world's history; and that parallel is furnished by the saloon man when he walks over the broken hearts of his victims, dumps their money into the city treasury, and with a smirk that would do credit to the arch hypocrite himself says, See what I am doing for your town."

Yes, Mr. Saloon Man, the people of Phoenix see what you are doing for this town. They see it every time they take a look at Whisky Row. They see it every time you send another victim to the penitentiary. They see it every time you furnish another inmate for the insane-asylum. They see it at the crowded poor-farm. They see it at the county jail, where twenty-eight of your product were sent in a single day. There is no doubt about it-the people see what you are doing for this town.

What is said to have been the most elaborate golden-wedding anniversary ever celebrated anywhere in the world took place in Pasadena. California, March 7, with Mr. and Mrs. Adolphus Busch as the central figures.

The most beautiful and costly of the presents was a diadem presented to Mrs. Busch by her husband. It is described as a crown of gold studded with diamonds and pearls, and valued at $200,000. It was made in Frankfort, Germany. The reports state that at the wedding feast at the Busch mansion Mrs. Busch was crowned, and given a seat beside her husband, on a miniature throne.

The presents received by the couple were worth $500.000. Who paid the freight?

Adolphus Busch is one of the wealthiest brewers in the United States; and, having made his millions in beer, he has gone to the prohibition town of Pasadena to live. His beer is sold all over the country. It is sold in Phoenix. The men and women and children of this city helped pay for the diadem with which his wife was crowned. But you don't notice the wives of any of Mr. Busch's Phonix customers wearing diamond-studded crowns, do you?

Here is the way T. P. Hallock sizes it up:

"For the brewer's wife, a crown of diamonds; for Jesus Christ, a crown of thorns; and what of the wives of the drunkards who have so generously poured their pennies, dimes, and dollars into this wife-crowning brewer's purse? Will they wear golden crowns? **

Rev. Charles F. Aked, one of the greatest preachers in this country, who recently left New York to go to San Francisco because he thought he could do more good in that city, says:

'Gather together into one view all the people you have ever known or seen or can think of who love the church better than the saloon; and all the people you have ever known or seen or can think of who love the saloon better than the church. If it could be done, no living human being upon this earth, who is capable of connecting two ideas, would ever need to read one single printed page of argument, either upon the Fruits of the Liquortraffic' or the 'Evidences of Christianity."

Dr. Aked is a member of the board of trustees of the Anti-saloon League of New York.

But T. P. Hallock, who wrote the paragraph quoted above, is not an Anti-saloon League man. He has no connection with that organization. So far as the Gazette knows, he is not connected with a church. He is a business man: but he is a business

man who sees, as not every business man sees, the horrors and infamies of the saloon traffic. Mr. Hallock is advertising manager for The A. I. Root Co., Medina, Ohio.

Adolphus Busch helped make Whisky Row; and the patrons of Whisky Row helped make Adolphus Busch, and helped pay for that diamond-studded crown. Was it a fair exchange?

They say that crown cost $200,000.
Was that all it cost?

That is only a small part of the purchase price. It cost the lives of men and women. It cost the happiness of countless homes. It cost ten thousand times its price in ruined manhood. It cost the self-respect of boys and girls. It was paid for in the tears and heartaches of wives and mothers.

Where did that money come from?

Was it not counted out under the red lights of the tenderloin? Was not its clink heard in the houses of shame? Was it not thrown down on the saloon counters in Whisky Row? Did it not come from the pockets of honest toil? Were not the food and clothing of innocent children sacrificed that the wife of a millionaire brewer might wear that diamond crown?

Saloon-keepers of Phoenix, go on with your work. Prate about the taxes you pay. Howl your hypocrite chant of personal liberty from the housetops, if you will. Take the last penny from the husbands and sons of heart-broken women and children. Continue your work of making paupers and criminals. Buy up all the newspapers you can. In the name of decency and purity, don't let Whisky Row go down. Entrap the boys as you have done in the past. Ply your trade to the limit. There is room in the penitentiary for a few more criminals. There is room in the asylum for a few more insane. There is room at the poor-farm for some more paupers. If the money you get out of it is worth all that, exact your pound of flesh; but just as certainly as the God of justice lives, a day of reckoning is coming.

It has been written, that "whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." The Gazette has never been inclined to preach. It leaves that for the men trained to the work. But it is a fact in nature that a man pays for whatever he does. Some time, somewhere, the debt must be canceled. Some time, somewhere, there must be a reckoning. Every time you send a murderer to the scaffold you sign a note, payable some time and at some place. Every time you break some woman's heart you sign one of those notes. Every time you darken the mind of a man you sign one of those notes. You are signing some of those notes every day of the world, and some day they are going to fall due. That is a law of nature, and all the legislatures in the world can not repeal or amend that law.

Meantime, Mr. and Mrs. Adolphus Busch have their $500,000 worth of presents.

Who paid the freight?

Amen and amen to the above sermon, and may God be praised for the man who wrote the above, and who is not afraid of the brewers and distillers with all their millions. The above terrible arraignment of the liquor business illustrates the wonderful truth in the second one of our texts. When God's servants, the clergy (and may he bless them each and all), fail to lift up their voices, the laymen will be impressed by the Holy Spirit, like the stones in the street, to cry out.

By the way, I want to apologize right here for saying my good friend Mr. Hallock was not, so far as I knew at the time, a member of any church. It transpires on further acquaintance that he has been for years a member in good standing in the Baptist Church. He married a young woman here, a few years ago; and as she was a Methodist, in order that they might worship God together he became a member of that church.

May the Lord bless his message, as well as the one that comes from the editor of the Arizona Gazette. I hope it see to copied far and wide.

SEARS, ROEBUCK & CO., MONTGOMERY WARD & CO.; AND SIMILAR INSTITUTIONS. Over thirty years ago, as some of our older subscribers will remember, quite an excitement was caused throughout our land by what was called the "counter store." If I am correct, it came out of what was called the "bargain counter"-a fashion merchants had of putting things on a special counter at a very low figure in order to get them off their hands, and sometimes to start an excitement by offering some article of common need at an unprecedentedly low figure. As I have "kept store" more or less all my life, I was very early attracted to the idea of furnishing things at a very low figure providing the demand was sufficiently large to warrant close margins; so when the five and ten cent counters started up I was ready to go into it with enthusiasm. Previous to that time it used to be the fashion to sell most little articles for 5 and 10 cts.; and where a thing cost, say, 41⁄2 cts., we usually sold it for a dime, especially in jewelry stores, where they usually have a greater profit than grocers, druggists, etc., usually receive. Things that cost a dollar a dozen, or, say, 8 cts., were sold for 15, as we thought 2 cts. or a little less was hardly profit enough on a ten-cent article. Well, I very soon "set my wits to work" in deciding how many useful articles could be squeezed on to the five and ten cent counters, say by buying them in gross lots or still larger amounts. I think I was one of the first, if not the first, to offer these useful articles by mail and get out a catalog. When it came time for our county fairs a suitable tent was put up on our fairgrounds, with circular counters around the outside. clerks to take care of the traffic, the girls from our factory readily volunteered; and the thing was so well managed that we sold several hundred dollars' worth of five and ten cent articles as fast as the girls could hand them out and take in the nickels. All this was written up and pictured in GLEANINGS Something over thirty years ago. Of course, there was a big protest on the part of the stores and groceries because I had cut prices down to such a mark that nobody could "live." But the thanks of the people more than overbalanced these grumbles. To illustrate, a newly married couple would come into the store. The young wife (like a butterfly going from flower to flower) would go around picking up kitchen utensils she was sadly in need of; and when she found the article was only 10 cts. instead of 25, it was just fun to see her face light up; and when the young couple went off with a whole outfit, and had some of their money left, it was worth more to me than the small profit I made. Of course we had, later, the 25-cent counter, then one for 50, 75, and $1.00. Finally, however, the growth of the honey business became such, and my health failing at the same time, I reluctantly gave up that line of traffic. One reason was that it seemed absolutely necessary that I should be in the open air as much as possible, and

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so I took up gardening, berry-growing, etc., as you may remember.

What brings all of this to mind is that I have only lately noticed that Montgomery Ward & Co., and Sears, Roebuck & Co., have taken up something along the same line, with this difference: They have a list of articles at 2, 4, 6, 8, and 12 cts. each. With their vast wealth and facilities they are well prepared to astonish the world with their bargains. Let me name a few of them that we have recently purchased of Sears, Roebuck & Co.

The asbestos stove-mat that we used to retail at 10 and 15 cts. is now offered at 2 cts. A very pretty nickel-plated stove-lifter is 2 cts., a nut-cracker, a cake of scouring soap, recipe-book, hinges for screen-doors, and a mouse-trap, at the same figure. Just think of it! a few months ago I thought I was giving our people a tremendous bargain by offering these same mouse-traps for a nickel; but now we have one just as good for the ridiculous sum of only 2 cts.

There are so many of the articles I can not mention them here; but I want to give you one more illustration of what I find on that two-cent counter. The door of my incubator cellar is like the usual sloping cellar-doors. Every time I go down to look at the incubator this door is opened and closed, and I soon found it considerable fatiguing labor. On this two-cent counter I found a coiled steel spring. In a twinkling the spring was hooked to the cistern near by, and the other end to the cellar-door. When the door was open the spring pulled it up against the cistern and held it so the wind would not blow it over with a "whack." When shut down so as to close up the cellar, the spring so nearly balanced the weight that it came down very quietly, and a very little effort with one finger threw it up again. That coiled spring that cost only 2 cts., I verily believe was worth to me $2.00; and when I wanted a dozen of them so as to have one in each poultry-house door, I got the whole dozen for only 21 cts. On this two-cent counter there are beautiful nice bright tin cups, pretty good-sized tin pans, beautiful little funnels, corkscrews, canopeners, chalk-lines, fish-lines, etc. On the four-cent counter I found a finely made steel punch that has a better temper than any other punch I ever had. There are also neat and handy screwdrivers, putty-knives, garden-weeders, fish-lines (84 feet long), eggbeaters, and beautiful japanned steel fireshovels. Let me pause a minute. The fireshovel your wife is using is old and rusty, and banged up by long use. Suppose you take it in one hand and have one of these new japanned fire-shovels in the other hand. Ask the good wife how much she will give to have the old one cleaned up and polished like the new one. Well, it can be done for only 4 cts. in this way: Toss the old one outdoors to be used in the garden, and give her the new one. The latter will do very much better work because the ashes or any thing else will slide right off, leaving it bright and

clean. On this four-cent counter are very pretty tin wash-basins, tin pans of various sizes, a very pretty tin pail with a cover, a nice japanned dust-pan, and a most beautiful bright japanned baking-pan. Let me digress again.

Mrs. Root wanted a bread-pan of a certain size to fit our little oven. We went to different hardware stores, but they did not have the size wanted, but we took what they had, although it was so rusty that a lot of time was spent in the vain effort to scour it up so as to look decent. They would not throw any thing off the price because it was rusty. I think it cost 15 or 20 cts. Well, now, this four-cent pan was made of better stock, much finer workmanship, and is as bright and clean as a silver dollar. You can find on this four-cent counter also a very pretty small-sized mason's trowel; a dozen lampwicks; a very useful pair of scissors; a dozen shoelaces, etc. On the six-cent counter there is quite a useful assortment of wrenches; and on the farm it is exceedingly convenient to have wrenches in different places. There is also a two-bladed pocketknife for 6 cts., and it is a pretty good sort of knife too. A spring tape 60 inches long, nickel-plated, is also on this counter. You can carry it in your vest pocket, and it may be worth a dollar to you. For 12 cts. you can get a great lot of different kinds of tinware; a six-quart covered pail, and saw and frame for sawing metals; tea-kettle; coffeepot; dinner-pail, and a pair of pliers.

By the way, I forgot to say in the proper place that I purchased a pair of pliers for handling gas-pipe for only 6 cts., that has been worth to me more than I can tell in handling the small gas-pipe in our poultryyard that carries the water to the eleven different yards. This gas-pipe plier cost only 6 cts. For 8 cts. there is a still nicer one, nickel-plated.

Now, the above is only a brief glimpse of the bargains to be found in these books. They are sent to anybody free of charge; and with the aid of this catalog you can tell in a minute just what you ought to pay, or about that, for any article needed in the home. Every little while we find traveling men and sometimes tradesmen who are so lacking in conscience that they will not only charge double price, but treble and quadruple-whatever the traffic will bear. The "spectacle fiends" often get ten times the proper price for a pair of glasses-that is, they succeed in getting $2.50 for a pair of spectacles that should be just 25 cts. Now, these catalog books will post you on every thing. Not only that, as a rule they suggest the best brand of goods for the least money; and on all these new things that are coming up they keep you posted. And last, but not least, they say, "If for any reason whatever you are dissatisfied with any article purchased from us, we expect you to return it to us at our expense. We will then exchange it for exactly what you want, or will return your money, including any transportation charges you have paid.”

And they carry it out to the very letter. I do not know whether the heads of these great firms are professing Christians; but they seem to have discovered that the Christianlike way of doing business is the best advertisement that the world has ever discovered. Let me give you one illustratration:

Some years ago I wanted a fur cap. I asked Montgomery Ward & Co. to send me two caps, saying that I would return one of them at my own expense. You see I wanted the privilege of examining both before deciding. Well, I returned one of them, and paid the postage on it; but just as soon as it was received they sent back the postage. Just for the fun of it I made a little protest, saying that I wanted to try the two caps, and asked only for the privilege of making a change, and therefore it was my duty to pay return postage. They replied that it was their custom to pay charges on any thing returned, no matter what the circumstances were. Considerable has been said through the papers about the duty of everybody patronizing his own town. I have heard both sides of the case fully argued; but it seems to me that every American citizen should have the privilege of purchasing what he wants where he chooses, and as he chooses. Last winter I showed some of my neighbors the things I had bought for 2 cts. each. One of them remarked, "These things at our hardware stores would cost 10 cts. each.' Another neighbor declared that 15 cts. would be the price, and he would not get as good an article even then. Now, when I say this I do not mean that our Florida hardware men charge more than do our merchants up here in the North; and when we come right down to the important question, I can not understand why hardware men, and especially those who run "racket stores," do not send and get these two and four cent goods, put them right out in sight of their customers, and charge double the price that they pay for them to the Chicago houses.

One more point before closing, and an exceedingly important one it is. It is worth a big lot to be able to return something that, for sufficient reason, you would rather not keep. Here is a case in point: My neighbor bought a quantity of oil for his automobile.

I think it cost him 60 cts. a gallon. When he discovered it was not suitable for that particular machine (and he discovered it in a very short time), the local merchant was very much averse to taking it back. He afterward got a very much better oil for his purpose, of Sears, Roebuck & Co. for only 30 cts. These institutions I have mentioned take every thing back so cheerfully and willingly, standing all expense, that customers feel ashamed to trouble them, and I think this is one great reason why so few goods are sent back.

A SEARS AUTOMOBILE WITH SOLID-RUBBER

TIRES.

My brother in Michigan has been running one of the Sears automobiles for the last few months. It cost (with top) only $365, and has solid-rubber tires instead of pneumatic like mine in Florida. Well, after running the machine through mud and sand, both up hill and down, for a good many miles over the Michigan country roads, I am very agreeably surprised to find solid tires almost as easy riding as the pneumatic. When going at a pretty good speed over loose gravel there is a sort of chatter or rattle that pneumatic tires entirely prevent. But when we take into consideration not only the expense but the annoyance of punctured tires, especially when they get to be a little old, I believe I will give the preference to the cheaper solid tires, or rather, perhaps, to the somewhat more expensive cushion tires. The machine in question has given no trouble so far at all; and it is so much quicker to start than a horse and buggy, to say nothing of the greater speed; and as it never gets tired, it begins to look as if the Sears automobile were really cheaper in the end than a horse and buggy; and last, but not least, when not in use it costs nothing. While there my brother received a telegram calling him to look after some property in Arizona. Now, while he is absent, say for a month or two, no such preparation has to be made as is needed with a horse; and it is the same way with my automobile down in Florida. It may be locked up, and it stands there without expense until it is wanted once more; and when wanted it will be just as ready to go as when it was running every day.

HIGH-PRESSURE"

APPLE-TREES, SANDY

VETCH, ETC.

My brother, J. H. Root, is at present located near Fennville, Allegan Co., Michigan, right on the east shore of Lake Michigan, where fruit-growing is such an industry. Well, while there on a visit we were speaking of sandy vetch, and he remarked that a lady who owned a forty-acre fruitfarm, almost next neighbor, was growing sandy vetch largely. He said, also, that we must certainly make her a visit, because

she was one of the most progressive fruitgrowers in that region. Her excellent foreman showed us over the place. It was just after a big rain, and he said he wanted to look over the farm anyway. I noticed when he started out he picked up a nice bright, light, and clean hoe. It was just such a one as I have at home, that I want in my hand whenever I go around to look over the crops. Well, very soon I found a field of several acres of sandy vetch and rye. The vetch was in bloom, and presented a