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At two o'clock in the afternoon the. thermometer registered 81 degrees of heat in the shadow of our little veran- dah, where ’Gene sat fanmng herself after putting away lunch. “Mat, I am glad mother didn’t come down to Florida- this winter,” she said to me through the open window. “I don’t believe such hot weather as this, in February, would agree with her, after spending 51 winters in Ver- mont.” “But it will be necessary for her to come some timé-if we stay,” I replied; “and since father left his property in- vested here, we are obliged to stay, even if we do not like it.” “Oh, well, I do like it, I suppose,” said ‘Gene, reflectively. “But I should like to see just one good old snow-drift and hear sleigh-bells jingle once this winter.” “Oh, you are a born northerner, ’Gene. But for one, I am glad poor father .had the resolution to leave that rocky old Vermont farm,” said I.“ “Ah, but think of the maple sirup we would make up there this spring!" cried ’Gene. , “But think of the ‘cukes,’ tomatoes, oranges and pineapples we shall have here,” I exclaimed, “not to mention strawberries, eggplants, stringbeans, green peas, mangoes, new potatoes, beets and corn! Thirty acres of them, worth $4,000! More than we could grub from that old Vermont farm with ten years of hard work!” “What's that about ‘ten years of hard work?’ ” said Ruel, coming around the corner With a phosphate bucket on his arm, brlnging a ghastly odor of it with him. iers, it is hard work seed- ing and weeding such weather as this. My, but isn't it hot, though?” he groaned, throwmg himself on the floor of the veranda. “I cannot- work half an hour without feling wearied,” he went on. “I sup- pose it’s those Vermont winters thaw» ing out of my blood; But it is great weather to make things grow! I can see those long rows of string—beans breaking ground! Fact, girls! The ground over those bean-heads is hop- ping all along the rows, like little toads! “But ’Gene wants maple-sirup,” said I, mischievously. “Oh, well,” exclaimed Ruel, “we can send up to Vermont for a couple of gallons—if she must have some.” Florida was a new country to all three of us, for although my father had bought a hundred acres here, and had the cottage built and orange-groves planted seven or eight years before, we young people had not gone south with him, and had now been there but seeding, “fertilizing” and preparing our first crop of garden vegetables for shipment north. Our orange and grapefruit trees were not yet bearing, and, in fadt, had been nipped hard by the December frost the week before we came; but the weather had been so warm after our arrival that we found it difficult to believe that a really cold night was possible in Flor- ida. Yet even as we sat there fanning our- selves a negro, known as “Dandy” Green, who works a little “patch” of his own in the pine woods, half a mile beyond our place, came clattering, muleback, along the road 1hat leads to Citrus park. Seeing my brother 0n the veranda, Dandy pulled up and shouted: ' “De’s a cole wabe comin’! Look out fer'yer cukes!” ‘ Ruel laughed outright. like a joke. “Oh, I’se a-tellin’ you de troof, Cap’n R001!” Dandy cried. “She’s comin' fer sho’!” . “Bring on your cold wave," Rue] re- , marked, laughing. “Just come out into the field, girls, and see those bean- ' heads poke up the dirt!” he continued, swinging to his feet. We all followed him, but had scarcely turned the corner It sounded the northwest. “Ah, doesn’t that feel refreshing?” ’Gene exclaimed. - “Yes; fetch on the ‘cole wabe,’ ” said Rue], and he stopped to take a good long breath. We then noticed that the 'sky in the northwest had turned a dull, dark color. “Well, that's queer!” Ruel said, look- ing along the bean-rows. “They’ve stopped hopping. But don’t the rows of whitisogi'een bean—heads look odd, just coming out of the ground? What would they think of this in old Ver- mont for the 7th day of February? You must write mother about it, Ma. .” While we stood there for less than ten minutes, looking at the beans, the sky darkened so rapidly that the sun- shine faded out, and scattered drops of rain fell. Such cool puffs of wind coming, andfll begin tobelieve it. Have you looked at the thermometer?” _ We had not, but we found on inspec- tion that the temperature had dr0pped - to 54 degrees, a. full 27 degrees in two hours. - “Well, thank fortune, it is still 22 degrees above the freezing point!” .Ruel replied, coming to the fire. ,“I_ I don’t believe it will drop low enough to freeze the crops. It’s because we wear thin clot-hes and the early part of the day was so hot, that we shiver 2‘0.” .The wind increased toward night, and so did the cold. ’Gene and I be— stirred ourselves to prepare, a warm supper. Ruel was out- of doors st0p~ ping the windmill, which had pumped the tank full»of water and was flooding the back yard. He looked blue and cold when at last he came in. “No oranges or grape fruits for me to-night! Fry some bacon, girls, and let’s have, some nice hot, baked pota- toes,” said he. While we were cooking he went out into the field to secure three‘or four fertilizer barrels that the wind was rolling about. It grew dark by six o’clock—an inky kind of darkness. One could not see objects two yards dis- tant from the veranda steps, and the searching wind blew out the two hang- ing lanterns which we usually kept burning near the door. “Forty-six degrees!” Buel an- nounced when he came in. “Girls, I’m‘ frightened! You don’t suppose'every- thing is going to freeze, do you? Think what that’ll be to us! Why, our all is in it!” _For the first time real anxiety was felt by us, and the hot supper failed to cheer us, for frost would destroy near- ly everything we possessed; In Ver- mont we had. sometimes lost a few green plants in the spring or in the fall, but had never known any real anxiety from the cold weather. Here we had 32 acres of tender, greenvege- tables which had just broken the ground under a temperature of 80 de- grees; and now the mercury was sink- ing deep into the forties, and what felt like a wintry hurricane was raging. Ruel pushed back his plate, and went to the blackening window. “This will be a tough'night for cucumbers!” he muttered. “Who would have be- lieved' it?” , Few Florida houses are built to with- stand wild weather. Draughts ,Wan~ dered in and played crisscross about our sitting-room. Cold puffs .of piercing air drove us close to the little fireplace. the heat from which appeared wholly lost. The house creaked; the lamp flared and smoked at each rush of the storm. Ruel was obliged to fetch the thermometer close up outside thewin- dow to read it. Once an hour he dashed out to see how it §tood. At, eight o‘clock it indicated 41 degrees, and at, nine 38. “Thirty-six degrees!” Ruel announced to us grimly at ten o’clock, and at eleven ; 34 degrees; and at midnight when he came in and pushed the door to, he said: “A low 32 degrees, girls; the cucumbers are catchingvit now! You may as well : go to bed. The mischief is probablyi done.” ' . The wind drove the cold into the ' room. There was an icy chill in the air . such as we had never felt in the north. ! “The water-pipes, Ruel!” said ’Gene. ; “Will they not all freeze up and burst?” “So they will!” he cried. “I never thought of them. Open all the faucets. We will let the tank run dry. The low bends of the pipes that the water will not run out of must be wrapped with towels.” From twelve to.one o’clock we were busy looking to the pipes. basketful of wraps was got ready. At two o’clock the mercury had fallen to 23 degrees. . ' ‘ We were too greatly disturbed and excited to feel sleepy, but to humor ' Rule, who. boy-like, wished always to take command, ’Gene and I consented to go to bed. The windows of our sleeping-room rattled and shook, and the wind fairly blew one's hair about on the pillows. We put all our blankets on the bed, and then threw on our wraps and even our .dresses! At last we fell asleep, and when I awoke it was broad daylight. The wind still rattled the windows, but the sun shone dimly. Itlaeked 20 minutes of seven. There was ice in the wash-bowl. ’Gene crept out shivering and tried to break it. Rue}, like a good fellow, came to the door and set a pitcher of hot wa- ter: where we could get it. “Guess how cold it is,” he called. “Forty degrees below zero," cried ’Gene. “’Ihrventy-five degrees,” said I. “Twenty,” said ’Gene. . “Seventeen,“ replied Ruel. “But the poor cucumbers beans?” I cried. “All frozen solid,” said Ruel. “I suppose we are ruined, Mat," and came that quite suddenly’Gene turned up the collar of her thin shirt-waist. “You’re not cold!” Ruel said. “No; but it is really a great deal cooler," she replied. ’Gene and I went back to the house, and in ten minutes more we were clos- ing the windows. The wind blew in gusts, and the whole sky had turned dark. Ruel came in and put on his “sweat- er,” then wheeled out his bicycle. . “I’m going up to the Park Station,” he said to us. 4 The distance is three miles, and he was gone about 40 minutes, I should think; but before he came back, ’Gene and I had kindled a fire and put on our wool dresses. . “Did you ever see such_ a wind?" Ruel exclaimed, as he opened the door on the west veranda. “Here, ’Gene, come shut this door'when I take in my wheel, or you will be blown out of the room. A cutting cold wind, too. I could hardly keep: warm riding. . “And do you know what the opera- tor at the station says, girls?" he added “He says there's a northcr - hot water into the bowl. ’Gene said, dolefully, as she poured As Ruel had sat up all night nursing the water pipes, he had a good fire in the kitchen stove. ’Gene and I got breakfast. We were very glnm and scarcely spoke. Out in the field the but While we were at table our next neighbor came to‘the door. He was Dr. Isaac Felt, a Pennsylvanian, who had been in' Florida five years. He cheered us up and advised us to plantagain and gave us what seed we needed. So the next morning we be- gan our second planting. It will be difficult for some readers to believe that at one o'clock that day the then- mometer stood at 30 degrees in the sun. For a week we worked 15 hours aday, and seeded our entire 32 acresagainl and as I write this, February 22, 1895, I cannot see but that our crops look as Well as before the frost. . . Nevertheless, our young orange tree are probably dead. In place of them we now. intend to put cut the herdier Sa suma orange and a grove of'pecanqm. A whole ‘ bean-heads had fairly gone from sight; ‘ trees—Youth’s Companion. G THE cam LAKES some They Are Surely Drying“ Up, But _ .' Not Very Rapidly. ' Dimlnntlon Not So Noticeable as to No- cessitate Economy In the Use of Water—Evidence ln Point. #24.ng The professors of natural sciences and the editors of the various technical journals, true to the axiom which says that such persons are the last to grasp an important idea or to let slip an ex- ploded theory, are just awakening to the fact that the amount of water on the earth’s surface is faSt diminishing in quantity. ‘ The great Wiggins, he of- the advanced school of astronomical weather proph- est, has made the very surprising dis- covery (?) that the region adjacent to the great lakes is becoming as arid as the plains of western Kansas and Ne- braska, and that the water surface of the lakes themselves is lowering very rapidly, owing to evaporation and de- ficiency in supply. We sincerely con- gratulate Prof. Wiggins. These con- gratulations are not extended on ac- count of his revelations concerning the arid conditions of the lake regions and our planet in general,nor of his being an advanced astronomical meteorologist. We bestow our compliments solely be- cause his drying—up-of-the-lakes an- nouncement. bears evidence of the fact that the professor has been spending the early days of the “sere and yelléw leaf” in looking over the back files of the secular newspapers. Our only proof of the foregoinglies in the fact that W 1g: gins has never before advanced the the- ory that the earth is drying up, whereas it is a well-known fact that the great daily and weekly newspapers have been sounding the alarm for the past ten or 15 years. Over 200 years ago the great Sir Isaac Newton first set forth the theory that the earth would eventually become as dry and lifeless as the moon is now sup- posed to be. In 1820 Laplace read an article before the Paris Academy of Selence in whlcthe gave many proofs in support of the opinion that the old age of the earth would be spent in cycles of extreme aridity. Newton‘s ideas on that score were so far in advance of the scientific knowledge of the time in which he lived that he never attempted to give reasons for his opinmn on that subject. Laplace's proofs and explana- tions are so burdened with technicali- ties that they are bewildering to the average intellect. Years ago, perhaps even further in the past than the date set above, the wide-awake daily press seized upon the drying-up theory as a Unique and in- teresting subject for. editorial discus- sion. Before \Viggins had ever be— l thought himself to gain notoriety by posing as a weather prophet, the great dailies of this city, Chicago and New York contained periodical editorials under such heads as “The Earth Drymg Highest 0: all in Leavening Power.—Latest. U. S. Gov’t Report ' -., ABSOLUTELY pone 3 . Ba _ Powder Up,” “Our Arid Planet,” “Better Save Water,” etc. In January, 1882, more than a year before “Prof. E. Stone Wig- gins” first made himself prominent by predicting a cyclone of sufficient breadth and power as to smooth all the wrinkles out of the topography of the North American continent. Richard A. Proctor, the brainy English astro- nomical lecturer, gave proof that the waters of the earth are diminishing at the rate of the thickness of a sheet of writing paper each year. In view of the above references to the “drying-up theory,” is it not plain that Wiggins should be congratulated and compli- mented because of his late discoveries in that line? Fourteen years ago the Republic, then the Missouri Republican, used the following language in an editorial on this subject: “The geologists tell us that the water surface on the whole earth is being rapidly lowered. * ‘ it * This diminution in the water supply is fast becoming appreciable. * * * The level of the great lakes is falling year by year.” We quote the passage in order to draw the attention of the scientists of the present'decade to the fact that years ago somebody knew that the great lakes were slowly drying up. We advance no theory of our own in ‘explanation of this idea that the earth is losing its water supply. We will say, however, that Prof. Proctor, the great astronomer quoted above, was of. the Opinion that as the earth’s interior fires die outit becomes porous and the waters sink entirely out of reach of surface inhabitants. At the rate it is now dis- appearing, Proctor said that it will take 15,000,000 years to obliterate every trace ‘ of water from our planet. If the above figures had the ciphers cutoff we should be a little careful about wasting water; as it is, we shall not use a smaller glass for drinking purposes or forego the luxury of a bath for several years to come—St. Louis Republic. Humanity Always Seeking Equality. Perhaps it is because we know so- ciety to be‘merely a make-believe in its equality that so many society people regard a real'equality as impossible, and are content to remain in the make- believe. But even the pretense of equality is precious, and it has more honesty in it than the pretense of in- equality. There is nothing so essen- tially false as that; and the superior, when he takes thought, is as distinctly aware of the fact as the inferior. Hu- manity is always seeking equality. The patrician wishes to be with his ; / equals because his interiors make him . ' uneasy; the plebeian wishes to be with his equals because his superiors make him unhappy. This fact accounts for inequality itself, for classes. Inferi- ority and superiority were intolerable to men, and so they formed themselves into classes, that inside of these classes the ymight have the peace, the comfort, of equality; and each kept himself to his own class for that reason.——W. D. Howells, in Century. ———b ELECTRIC SPARKS. It is said that about 200 railway car- riages are now lighted by electricity in Sweden,. and in Denmark the same system is also in use-ion the first-class trains. . ' Gasoline engines are now, it is said, being much used in Mexicoin conjunc- tion with small dynamos for the gen- eration of electric currents for domestic lighting and power plants. Electric lighting is to be applied to art in Brussels. On the Anspach memo- rial St. Michael. is represented on horse— back slaying the dragon. The sword will be made to blaze like a sword of fire, lights will be put in the saint’s ' eyes and in the insides of the dragon. Detroit abandoned entirely the use of horse cars a week or so since,.and the last of the antiquated relics of aclosing era made a farewell trip over some of the city lines now operated by elec~ tricity amid a noisy and derisive demon- stration. . ' ' _ ABOUT ENGLAN D. Third-class dining cars are to be tried on the Great Northern railway between London and Leeds. The Mcgna Charta, or great charter of English liberties, is still preserved in the British museum. The impress of the seal and King John’s name are both very distinct. Tomato plants have been grafted on potato plants in England, giving a crop of tomatoes above ground and of pota— toes below. Potatoes grafted on ‘toma- toes have produced flowers and apples and a few tubers. John Harvard once owned the old Queen’s Head tavern in the High street, Borough, London, which is over 300 years old and is now to be torn down. It was originally a mansion belonging to the Poynings. 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