DAKOTA COUNTY HERALD, DAKOTA CITY, NEBRASKA.
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The Man Nobody Knew
. By, HOLWORTHY HALL
(Copyright by Dodd. Mead & Co., Inc.) . II
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Synopsis. Dick Morgan of Syra
cuse N. V., a failure In life, enlist
ed In the Foreign, Legion of the
French army under the name of
Henry Hllllard, Is disfigured by
shrapnel. The French surgeons
ask for a photograph to guide them
In restoring his face. Iivrhls rage
against life ho offers In derision a
picture postcard bearing tho radi
ant face of Christ The surgeons
do a good Job. On his way back to
America he meets Martin Har
mon, a New York broker. Tho
result is that Morgan, under the
name of Hllllard and unr. cognized
as Mprgan, goes back tq. Syracuse
to sell a mining stock. He Is de
termined to make good. He tells
people of tho death of Morgan. lie
finds In Angela Cullen a. loyal de
fender of Dick Morgan. He meets
Carol Durant, who had refused to
marry him. She does not hesitate
to tell him that she had loved Mor
gan. &
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CHAPTER V Continued.
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It was perhaps flvo minutes before
that door was reopened, and during
the interval, Hllllard had an oppor
tunity to wonder If the doctor had re
vised his ofltce hours; otherwise, he
should now be down in the Physicians'
building, receiving patients. It oc
curred spontaneously to Billiard that
both Carol and her father were con
ceivably harassed by contrition, but
as he estimated the extent- to which
their sorrow might go .' . , Judging
by Carol's distress of last night, and
tho potential truancy of tho doctor to
day he was possessed of gripping
emotions. Had they cared so deeply
for him, then? Angela and Carol Md
said so; but he had doubted what he
most wanted to believe. Was this ad
ditional proof? Had the doctor cared
so deeply that In order to hold con-
'f verse with Dick Morgan's sole execu
tor, he would Interrupt the 'sacred
routine of his practice? Too late I Too
late to care, too late to sympathize,
only the winter garment of repent
ance was left for them! Hllllard
couldn't comprehend why, when ho
had risen this morning so refreshed In
mind and body, he should now be so
unutterably wearied In both.
Carol returned, followed by a gen
tleman of sixty ; and as tho doctor en
tered, the room was suddenly per
meated by an atmosphere of calm, and
kindly peace. He was a large man,
largo of feature, and large of Instinct;
his forehead was that of an Intel
lectuallst; his eyes were those of a
dreamer; his chin denoted rugged
capabilities, and the stubbornness of
unswerving othlcs.
"Mr. Hllllard?" His voice was
pitched low, but Its resonance was
striking. Thirty years ago- tho doctor
had been a famous baritone; and there
was still one church In town which
dated Its musical supremacy from the
, choir he had organized and directed.
"Doctor Durant t" The two men
clasped hands firmly. Hllllard, ex
periencing the dreaded sinking sensa
tion which came upon him as often as
he exposecT himself to yot another old
acquaintance, hnrdened as he per
ceived no recognition In the doctor's
eyes. The Inevitable reaction left him
momentarily weak.
"It was good of you to take this
trouble, Mr. Hllllard. I appreciate It"
Hllltard's denial was highly cour
teous; It was harder to hate the doc
tor than he had planned.
"No, doctor It would only have
been blamable If I hadn't"
"I Insist that It's good of you. . . .
You knew Dick Intimately, I under
stand." Hllllard nodded.
"Very Intimately, sir, considering
the length of time." He perceived that
Carol was holding the letter lightly
folded In her hands; she Intercepted
his glance, and colored proudly.
"It ... It did belong to me,"
she said, subufued. 4And I can
never thank you enough . . . never
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"My daughter," said tho doctor,
presently, "has told me the one great
fact" He paused, then went on
gravely. "I accept it, and "it needs
very little comment What most con
cerns me now Is to know the lesser
facts. I have some hope, Mr. Hllllard,
that you can make the lesser soem the
greater; and tho greater, the lew. I
.want you to clear up the one cloud
that still dims our knowledge. I hope
you can tell us something about Dick's
reasons for doing this thing for go
ing abroad at all, and fof enlisting,
and for "
Hllllard winced; the doctor's autop
iy on his character wag considerably
more disconcerting that Mr. Cullen's
bad been.
.11-. & w - T in.. ,htnK I,.
v -jjucior uumui, i tan t uiiiin us
fhlr to put Dick's motives under the
'microscope like that I Why not for
get everything but the attending cir
cumstances to tho one great fact
He"
"I'm not unfair," Bald the doctor
jlowly. "I've never been unfair If I
could help It and certainly not to this
man, above all others. Here Is a case
In which a man who left ns most un
heroically comes back to ns, in spirit
at least, as a hero. The particular
thing hr did Is a fact I'm proud of
him for It and so far, for that, and
for that only. But It Isn't true that
by Itself alone It made him a hero.
And when I said that I'm Interested In
the lesser facts, I mean that Dick's
reasons for golqg Into the war at all
may be the proof that he was a hero
and that any physical bravery ho may
have shown has nothing whatsoever
to do with It Plenso don't misjudge
us. We're not trying to belittle any
thing Dick did ; It's neither fitting nor
possible. But what we want to know
Is where the credit lies with Dick, a
reasoning, Inspired, determined man,
or with Dick, Intoxicated by danger.
In the latter case, his heroism would
appeal to us as a detached Incident,
having no relation to his earlier llfo
or to our own; It would bo something'
to bring us pride for that, but for noth
ing else. In the other case, the knowl
edge of the why, In nddltlon to tho
what, would bring us . . . But
About Dick?"
"You can be happy, then," said Hll
llard uneasily, "because he went over,
I believe, In the firm conviction that
every man has two countries his own
and France."
"Yes?" The doctor sat down abrupt
ly. "As long as you're Interested In what
he did before he was wounded "
"And afterward, Mr. Hllllard."
" Rather than how ho ws hurt, let
me assure you that as far as I know,
from tho first day ho landed, I don't
believe b thought once about his own
mlsfortuaos. Ho had them, I know.
But If yotfYo got any manhood In you,
you can't think of your own troubles,
over there. It's too fearful. The Car-rel-Dakln
solution heals all sorts of
wounds, Doctor Durant all but tho
worst wound of all and that's what
every man who has any humanity and
any sympathy about him gets when ho
first sees France. His -heart Is torn
clear out of him. He can't sleep, he
can hardly live with his own thoughts.
And that quiet resolution you speak
about It's enough If It comes to a man
there I I don't care what he had In his
mind when ho left you; I don't care
what It was that led him to go over
seas; I don't care what his purpose
was when he sailed ; I know that when
ho stood on French soil there wasn't
nn atom of selfishness or self-pity In
him. It wa&n'.t a question of adven
ture; It wasn't a question of drowning
his- sorrows ; It was a question of his
doing anything and everything he
could to help out Lot mo tell you
something." Hllllard sat on the edgo
of his chair. "It's possible that you
never thought of Dick Morgan either
as a martyr or a fatalist Nor do I
think he was. But when "ho was
brought to NeuIIly there was among
his papers a little sort of field diary
I'm sorry It was lost, so I haven't It
to show to you, but I saw It often and
under the date of his first tour of duty
in the front lino trenches was scrib
bled this, quoted from Rousseau: 'The
dead carry to the grave, In their
clutched fingers, only that which they
have given away.' Doctor Durant,
Dick went Into this war In the belief
that the only way to reclaim his Hfo
was to sacrifice It. Does that answer
your question?"
There was an utter stillness. It had
been a superb fiction, but Hllllard,
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"What's That?"
thinking obliquely of Angela; was only
partly aontlent of his baseness. ,
"Thank you," said the doctor, and
glanced at his daughter. "Yes. Ho
had the making of a splendid man. I
knew his parents and his grandpar
ents. His careor in Syracuse hadn't
anything to do with his heredity, Mr.
Hllllard; It was the result of badly
chosen environment He chose It
himself, and he had all a young man's
Interest in temptation. But when those
temptations were removed, when he
was free to revert to hla family tradi
tions, why then he could"
"It would please me a great dial
more, doctor, If you looked at him Inde
pendently aad Maybe a UUI lata aca
demically If you didn't go so far be
yond the actual facts."
"How do you mean?"
"Why," said Hlllinrd,'"for one thing,
In laying so much stress on his grand
parents. Dick was the one who went
overseas; his grandparents didn't I
And his grandparents didn't go Into ac
tion on the western front slngluc Ste
venson's 'Requiem' at the top of their
lungs and knowing that it was mighty
appropriate, as Dick did I"
"What?" said Carol, straightening.
"What's that?"
"No." Tho doctor's negative was
quiet, but decisive. "A man doesn't
rise to heights of glory without some
reason for It, Mr. Hllllard. But n man
can resist his Inheritance for a good
many years, and suddenly stop resist
ing and revert to his family type. Ho
can do It voluntarily or Involuntarily.
It's what we call atavism." Ho paused
and smiled sadly. "Tho pity of it," he
said, "Is that in spite of his having
failed In everything he tried to do In
Syracuse, ho would have made us
proud of him, sooner or later, If ho had
stayed on here. I'm positive of that."
"Pity I" Hllllard straightened. This
was tho third time In two days that he
had caught the Intimation that ho
could have como homo decently and
humbly and been forgiven.
"Not that I pity him for what he ac
complished, or what it cost him,"
warned tho doctor. "I don't; I was
very fond of the boy, Mr. Hllllard, but
I wouldn't for the world have had him
do anything elso than what he did.
No but I do pity him because he can
never know what we think ; because he
can never know how much wo gladly
forget; because he can never know
why we are proud of hjm."
Hllliard's pupils were distended.
"You were rather harsh with him,
doctor, as I"
"Wo were Just, Mr. Hllllard."
"But If you recall the gist of Por
tia's 'speech . . ."
"I do!" Tho doctor regarded him
pacifically. "And It's very seldom that
mercy is asked to temper Justice ex
cept after It's becomo evident that
Justice Is actually going to bo Just.
Let's not decelvo ourselves. And let's
not put each other In the position
either of attacking or defending Dick.
It's not the tlmo for that now.' He's
done all that any man can do, and he
was a most lovable boy most lov
able." Hllllard nervously addressed himself
to Carol.
"I hope you agree with your father,
Miss Durant that eventually he'd
have succeeded In Syracuse?"
"I never doubted It," she said Joy
ully. And then tho three of them fell si
multaneously to musing, and for tho
space of a minute or two thero was
quiet; the sort of quiet which comes
Just after the benediction. It was tho
benediction which Carol had bestowed
upon a wretched sinner who snt there
wondering how ho could ever esoapo
from the tolls of his own cleverness
"How long are you to bo In town,
Mr. Hllllard?" Inquired tho doctor, ir
relevantly. "That I can't say, sir. I had no
other errand than this."
"You'vo never been hero before?
That Is, you haven't friends here?"
He had expected this question and
prepared for It.
"Several years ago," ho said casual
ly, "I came to Syracuse half a dozen
times one winter on business. I sup
pose I could find my way around oven
now, If I had to. "But comparatively
speaking, I'm a stranger."
"You're a business man, Mr. Hll
llard ?"
"I told you ho was, dear," said
Carol.
Hllllard nodded.
"Yes, Doctor Durant That Is I
was. I havo no business connections
now. That's why my plans aro so un
certain." Again n heavy silence. Hllllard wus
cursing tho Impetuous haste which had
caused him to Ho himself Into an in
vulnerable network.
"I'm sorry," said tho doctor, rising
abruptly, "but I've u consultation at
half-past twelve. Thank you again,
Mr. Hllllard, for coming to us; you'vo
lightened my heart tremendously. I
hope we shall see you aguln before
you go."
"I hope so," said nilllard, dully, no
was whipping his brain to .find u way
out; but how could he explain those
manifold, cruel falsehoods which once
ho hud thought to bo his retribution?
The doctor gavo him a cordial smile,
a parting pressure of tho hand, and
went out directly, leaving the two
young people qulto alone.
Hllllard, Impelled to go and equally
constrained to stay, fidgeted In his
vacillation. He was uncomfortable
and unhappy, yet curiously enough he
had no Inclination to depart Ho as
sured himself that ho cared not the
snap of his finger for Carol Durant; on
the contrary, he was Intolerant of her
very presence; still ho lingered, wish
ing that he hadn't stultified himself.
"And you really enme nil the way up
here Just to be kind to us?" she said.
"Just to be kind to Dick," he cor
rected. Carol was winking hard; Hiliiard
prang to hla feet He could uover
bear to seo a woman cry; It was Im
material to him who she was, or what
the circumstance; ho was powerfully
affected distraught His slnglo nlm
was to console hcr-Ht wns a selfish
aim designed prlmarly to relievo him
self. ,
"But It's easy to sec," ho said des
perately, "why ho was so anxious to
have me come. I ... I havo twlco
as many reasons to envy him now,
Miss Durant. ... I renlly have. And
. . . nnd, unlike your father, I can pity
him, too, for"
"Oh l" she said, smiling tremulously
up at him through the misty veil of her
tears. "But y-you see, Mr. Hllllard
. . . you're quite mistaken ... I
. . . I wasn't pitying Dicky; I wns
pitying mel"
He bit his lip sharply No reproach
could have gono deeper.
"That was your letter, you said?"
"Oh, yes." sho said. "It c-couldn't
have been for anyone elsel Thank
you so much ... for bringing It . . ."
He ivns trying to analyze the amo
tions which stirred him. He had told
hlm&cjf over and over again thnt his
love for her was numb; nnd yet hero
he was . . . unsteadily balanced . . .
tormented by her grief . . . nnd ly
ing to her In the next sentence to
protect his previous lies, nnd to give
to her what comfort ho could.
"I want you to havo his war cross,
Miss Durant ... I think It belongs
to you more than to nnyono else. I
. . . " He stopped and stood lrreso
luto; for sho had broken down com
pletely. He watched her and slowly
the blood burned In his cheeks I He
tried to order his thoughts, to select
his action ... if he still loved her,
ho wns thero to console her; If not
. . . ho ought In all humanity to con
sole her just the same, oven if it took
another of thoso Inexcusablo decep
tions. For nn instant ho was on tho
point of succumbing to a wild Impulso
to blurt out tho truth anI take tho
consequences . . .
He started; for she had motioned
to him motioned hlrn nway. He hes
itated . . . was it love, or repentnnce,
or only his disquiet to see a woman
cry? She motioned again, hysterical
ly .. .
Hlllinrd's brain snapped; Syracuse
had suug his pralso too late. The doc
tor with his Isms and dissections wns
too late Carol herself was too late
with tears. His Jaws came togother;
ho glanced at her once more nnd then,
In obedience to her gesture, he turned
and tiptoed quietly from tho room.
The front door closed quietly behind
him. The danger of succumbing was
over und, he believed, permanently,
and yet . . .
"Even Stephen I" he whispered ns ho
went down tho stepd.
CHAPTER VI.
Ordinarily Mr. Cullen wns satisfied
to bring a slnglo evening paper homo
with him nnd when ho laid it on tho
hall table it was generally creased
down tho financial pago; but tonight
he brought two, and each of them had
wrlnkletf ncross tho market reports
ahd were folded so as to feature tho
departments devoted to local nows.
The Journal had beaten tho Herald by
two sticks nnd n subhead, but tho Her
ald had honored Dicky Morgan with a
kindly editorial and both pnpers had
stated explicitly whero nilllard was
making his headquarters. Mr. Cullen
would have been seriously offended If
he hadn't been mcnt)oned nt least once
In each paper; und this Is no more a
reflection upon his vanity than tho fact
that ho cherished a lively anticipation
for what tho Post-Stnndurd was going
to say about tho .case tomorrow morn
ing. Nevertheless, there wns a fly In tho
ointment not very much of a fly, to
be sure, but still appreciable; and aft
er all, it Isn't tho slzo of tho lnvnder
thnt counts. Mr. Cullen was generous;
Mr. Cullen wns hospitable; but Mr.
Cullen was also the tiniest bit of a
snob not a cnrplng, contemptuous,
supercilious snob, lint a healthy,
hearty, open-spirited snob, frank In
his liking for the things he liked nnd
ono of them was to bo somebody, and
have tho neighbors know It He llkeil
to frnternlzo with Important men; ho
liked to see his nnnio In the paper
now and then ; ho liked to feel superior
Just one harmless llttlo degrco moro
consequential than his next-door
neighbor. And the neighbor, of course,
hod to share this conviction, or thero
wasn't nny purpose In It.
And Mr. Cullen, with nil his Ingenu
ous weakness for prominence, hadn't
known until tho evening papers told
him so, hndn't even suspected (al
though now ho was trying busily to
pcrsuude himself that he had suspect
ed it all along, from ono thing and an
other) that his guest was a mining en
gineer of International reputation, and
Independently wealthy to boot. It was
enough to discomfit any host I It was
enough to annoy any man, whether
average or not. who prided himself
(und most of us do) that he had un
usual discernment, and wus a Good
Judge of Human Nature. And so, when
he met nilllard and Angela at tho
head of the garden he began to 11 ro
i way polntblank at Hllllard; and this
aa barely after the greetings, and a
question as to the Matt i fjllltard'a
health, and before Angela had found
an opportunity to get o word In edge
wise. "Understand you're n mining man,
Mr. Hllllnrd," ho said, pleasantly. '
"I used to be," said Hllllard. "I've
retired. I thought I told you so the
first night I was here."
"Oh, yes you did say something
about it, but" Air. Cullen laughed
with the fullness of one who has un
earthed secrets. "It took some of our
bright young newspnper crowd to fer
ret out the facts. You're too modest
that's what's the matter with you 1"
As Hllllard smiled In depreca
tion Angeln, crowing triumphantly,
snnTchcd for the papers.
"Where Is it?" sho cried. "Where
... oh I" And relapsed Into beatific
calm, devouring tho none too conserva
tive paragraphs with nil her might.
The cold-typed repetition of tho well
known story sobered her considerably ;
still, It wns for Hlllinrd's and her fa
ther's names thnt she gloated ; and ns.
for the panegyric of Morgnn, thnt was
only nn added garland to the wrcnth
which was already his.
"Russian nnd English syndicate
wasn't it?" asked Mr. Cnllen.
"Yes," said Hllllard. "English nnd
Russian."
Mechanically, ho begnn to rehearse
tho technlcnl subtleties which ho
hadn't expected to find use for within
He 'Began to Fire Away.
n brace of fortnights. It was woll,
however, to bo prepared ; und tho time
to plant the seed of desire is when the
'prospectls willing,
"Mighty interesting game mining,"
snld Cullen. "Let's wnnder down by
the fountain ; shall we? .... I don't
know why it Is, but It sort of fas
clnntes me guess It does everybody
More rpmance In It than most lines.
Hero Angela looked up sharply, nnd
gurgled with wicked satisfaction, and
sent a lifted eyebrow signal across to
HllJIard.
"Yes," said Hllllard, "but there's
moro tragedy, too. I supposo that's
tho law of compensation getting to
'work. Big profits call for big risks."
This was for,snnd In Cullen's eyes;
nnd it had its effect.
"Oh, but tho ratio's the same In al
most any business, Mr. Hllllnrd, isn't
It? It's about tho same theory. Sav
ings bnnks pay three to four per cent,
but they never made a man rich yty.
But copper hfisl"
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The fascination of a mine
for a man.
(TO DB CONTINUED.)
Uncultivated Philippine Land.
Surveys of tho Phlllpplno Islands
havo shown that of tho total of 120,
000 squaro miles, tho cultivated area
Is only 14,000 squaro miles, tho remain
der embracing 01,000 squaro miles of
commercial forests, 11,000 of non-commercial
forests, 14,000 of unexplored
and small Islands, and various areas
promising mineral products. Tho cul
tivated lands includo 2,180,000 acres
of rice, 1,230,000 of abaca or Manila
hemp, 880,000 of coconuts, 440,000 of
bugar cane, 145,000 of tobacco, 18,000
of mnhognny, 20,000 of cacao, and 2,000
of coffee.
On Genius.
Gpnlus gets tho world's praise be
cause its work is u tanglblo product,
to bo bought, or to bo had for nothing.
It bribes tho common volco to praise
It by presents of speeches, poems,
statues, pictures, or whatever It can
pleaso with. Character evolves Its
best products for homo consumption;
but, mind you, It tukes a deal moro to
feed a family for 30 years than to
mako a holiday feast for our neigh
bors onco or twice. Holmes.
Children's Thology,
A llttlo girl explained Ood's omni
presence by saying thnt ho was every
where without going there. A small
boy, reflecting on tho misdeeds of
Satan, remarked: "I don't see how he
over got to be so bad when ho had
no devil to put him up to it."
"Get Rich Qluck."
Writing a song that catches on la
ono of tho shortest cuts to wealth. Sir
Arthur Sullivan received $.50,000 In
royalties for "Tho Lost Chord," and
"My Pretty Jane" remunerated lta
composer to the tuno of $10,000 a line I
Boston Post.
Opportunity la a fluo thing. So flat
In fact, that soma af us miss It
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Home "fop
TflelpsT
TREES SERVE TWO PURPOSES
Give Beauty to Town and Will Be
Source of Revenue to Future
Generations.
,Tho women's clubs of tho country,
have organized for state-wide tree
plnnttng. In Callfornln each district
of the federated clubs has been sup
plied with tree-planting dntn from the
association. In Georgia the tree plant
ing was dono in tho winter by tho
Georgia federation, when thlrty.ono
memorial groves wero planted under
the direction of Julia Lester Dillon.
In Dolnwnro tho federation Is co-op,,
crating with tho grent roud-bulldlrig
program thero In order to havo tho
highways of tho state becomo ono big
"rond of remembrance." "This Is one
of tho biggest programs before any,
stnte," says Charles Lnthrop Pack,
president of tho American Forestry
association. "Every stato should
watch what General du Pont and tho
stnto of Dclawaro does. Samuel C.
Lancaster, tho highway engineer who
built tho Columbia river highway, has
submitted a comprehensive- plan to
General du Pont. This Includes tree
planting on nn Intelligent scale.
"Tho greatest "educational campaign
tho country over saw Is being worked
out through tho schools of tho country.
Tho coming generation will know the
value of forestry to tho country in
which It lives. Our forcsJlB are like
a bnnk. Wo must deposit in them If
wo hopo to draw out. Through tho '
planting of trees nnd tho study of
outdoor llfo tho children will easily
tako up tho economic eldo of tho sub
ject nnd understand what must be
dono toward snvlng our forests."
MAKE WAR ON TREE PESTS
Method by Whfch School Children May
Be1 of Great Service to
the Community.
Tubllc school children of Trenton,'
N! J., are sotting a good oxnmplo'to
tho country In their war on tho tus
sock inoth. Tho Am6rlcnn Forestry
association at Washington wants to
rccelvo reports on what other cities'
are doing In this regard nnd would .
like to find tho city, with tho bestrec-
ord in collections, In tho Trenton
Times this account' la found. "
"Boys nnd girls, of tho public schools
of the city nro still continuing their
activities In tho tussock moth cam'- -palgn,
nnd their last report shows,
that during tho month tho Jboys and
girls havo collected 1,281,809 cocoons. ,
Last year tho pupils collected 2,000,000
during the entire campaign, nnd tholr
total this year will far exceed that.
"A splendid record hns been rnndo
by tho McClcllnn school pupils, who
head tho list with 1,180,705 cocoons.
Tho other schools reported as follows : '
Centennial, 2,237; Cook, 15.040: Ham-'
llton, 18,050; newltt, 49,000; Jeffcr
son, 2,807; McClcllnn, l.lBOtflfo; Mc
Klnley, 5,003; Porker, 058; Washing-'
ton, 2.01Q; Columbus, 11,162; total,'1
1,285,800."
Pofspnlng Field Mice. ' t ' ' -Field
mice, nro very destructlyo to.
fruit trees, this year .and do 'hot river-'
look some ornamental tree's. Tho
mlco can bo poisoned1 by' cuttlnjrnp
pies Into pieces' nbout n'ri Inch squaro'
nnd placing n small ntnnunt of pow
dered strychnine In each piece,
, Poisoned wheat can also lie used' to !
kill mice. Ralloy gives the-following
formula: Scald flvo quarts otclean-v
wheat and drain. Tako two-thirds of ',
n cupful of whlto sugar, dissolve with ,
sufficient wnter to mako a Byrup, add
powdered strychnine, stir thoroughly,
until a thin paste Is formed. Pour
this on the damp wheat Stir thorough
ly for at least fifteen minutes. Add
ono pint of powdered sugar, stir; add
five to ten drops of rhodium nnd the
same quantity of oil of aniseed. Scat
ter where tho mlco ore troublesome.
Wushlng tho trunks of trees in
mild weather with lltno wash In which
Is placed parls green, sulphur and
tobacco dust will usually keep rabbits'
und mice invuy.
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On Tearing Down Houses.
Property Is tho fruit of lubor; prop
erty Is deslrublo; ls'u posltlvo good In
tho world. That somo should be rich'
shows tbut others may becomo rich
und henco Is Just encouragement to
Industry und enterprise. Let not him
who is homeless pull down tho house -of
another, but lot him work diligent
ly und build ono for himself, thus ,by
exutnplo assuring that his own shall
bo safo from vlolenco when built
Abraham Lincoln In reply to u letter
from tho Workmen's Association , of.
N,ow York.
Plants Along Walls,
Soils neur walls nro usually too dry,
In uummer and too poor, Ileforo
planting tako out tho soil to a depth
und width of three feet, adding iout
nurc, and leaf mold If it Is to bo had.
.After mixing, return tho soil and nllow
It to settle. Climbers and other plants
mny then bo grown thero successfully.
Wdter will bo required dully during
hot weather.
Plant Tress and Shrubs.
A tree or two and n fow Bbrubs'1 i'
alout a houso mako a great difference
In its uppouranco either winter or x
iummnr.
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