NORTH PLATTE SEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE.
Storm
by
MARCUS MACKENZIE.
6YN0PS18. Occupying a dilapi
dated shack In the Silent City, a
squatUr settlement near Ithaca,
Now York, Polly Ilopklrm Uvea with
her father, smnll Jerry, and an old
woman, aranny Hope. On an ad
jacent farm, Oncar Uennett, pros
perous farmer, In a neighbor. He
la secretly married to TCvelyn Hob
ertaon, supposedly wealthy girl of
their neighborhood. Polly atone
knows their secret Oscar Is a
thoroughgoing villain. He Is tired
of his wife and tins his eyo on the
pretty squatter girl, with her radi
ant eyes and her tumbling curls.
And of course- Polly would tight
llko a wildcat If Oscar so much as
laid hands on her.
CHAPTER I Continued.
Ono dny Polly hud found lier Blck In
?)cd, nnd, us she Iind led the -forlorn
Wily gont home, bo did she bring
XJrnnny Hope, never realizing that In
The tottering old flguro sho wits en
tertaining an angel unawnrcs. All she
knew was thnt Granny's tootliless
smllo, her cheerful words of love and
kindliness, made the sun shine bright
er and the meager food more filling.
During the winter, Mrs. Hope hod
encouraged the girl to read. At first
that hud been difficult, for the shanty
contained nothing but the tattered
Bible the old woman had brought with
her. Over and over Polly had read
the miseries of Job the patient, the
long lamentations of Jeremiah, who al
ways put her In mind of Daddy Hop
kins; and she also knew by heart the
' story of the crucifixion of Jesus, who,
so the Bible said, was the best man
Hint had ever walked tho globe.
So had thoso winter days of close
companionship with the woman who
had lived long and suffered much, and
who now was almost ready to on to
larger experiences, brought out In
Polly Hopkins u greater capacity for
loving. Tho squatters cnlled her
"Pollyop, tho love-lass," nnd some
times, "Polly of the sun." Granny
Hope oxplnlned this by finylng: "They
nil love you, Poll, an' It's out of your
own hoart they get the fuel In' of Joy
when they seo yo."
From behind the wood-box near
where the goat stood, Pollyop took up
an ax. Tenderly sho bent aud placed
a klBS upon tho goat's horny head.
Then Bhe touched Granny Hope.
The woman lifted her lids and
smiled at the girl,
"What's tho matter, lovo-lnss?" sho
murmured.
"I'm goln' out, Granny," replied
Polly. "If Daddy comes, 'toll Mm I'll
Tie back In a while."
Into the rain sho went, her bare foot
carrying her swiftly over tho ragged
irocks, her curls gathered under her
ichln llko n warm glistening hood.
'When later she appeared la front of
tho shanty, lior gingham Bklrt was
flHed with rusty ' pans and old pieces
of tin. Sho plnced them on tho door
step, and looking hcsltntlngly nt tho
Willow tree, went bnck Into tho house.
Prom n peg Polly took a pair of her
father's trousers and clambered Into
them, tucking her skirts out of sight
and rolling up tho trouscr logs, for
Daddy Hopkins was much talJor than
his daughter. Into one of tho big
pockets Polly thrust a handful of
nails. It was a grotesque looking girl
who a few minutes later wns flatten
ing out the pans nnd the old bits of
ttii upon the stone.
, When that was finished, she gath
ered them up and, ax In hand, climbed
Into the willow tree and onto tho
roof. Dnddy Hopkins would bo glad
when ho came homo nnd found the
shack dry nnd warm. Then sho began
her task of hammorlng tho pieces of
tin over tho holes through which the
water dripped. Onco In a while sho
stopped working, nnd, lint on her stom
ach, sought for smaller cracks.
Just as she had mended the last
hole, sho heard tho sound of horses'
hoofs and men's voices. With tho fear
of tho persecuted, sho crouched closo
to the roof, aud llko Homo frightened
animal, crawled to tho edgo of It.
,Squntters did not speak llko that,
neither did they rldo horsoback.
1 There In tho lane, nstrldo two mag
nificent anlmnls, wero two men. Ono
."rtie recognized Instantly. Polly had
eVery reason to know the tall man
Whoso aark, handsomo faco had cast
deep shadows over the Silent City.
Marcus MacKenzlo had been for years
the Nemesis that hung over tho Cayu
ga lake squatters. Liven during his
alscncQ on war work abroad, his long
arm had often reached back to the
Silent City to pick away somo hus
band and close tho prison gates be
hind him.
Pollyop had u passionate desire to
throw 'tho ax at him. She knew there
wns not n heart In all the Silent City
.that did not beat with dread at tho
.very mention of his name.
Then she caught a glimpse of the
other man's faco and forgot her terror
of Marcus MacKcnzle. In Ithaca and
about It sho had seen many soldiers
but never anyone like MacKcnzto's
'companion. Ho was dressed In, an of
fleer's uniform, nnd, ns his horse
whirled him Into better view, the
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frown fnded from Pollyop's brow ns
she gazed wonderlngly upon him. She
marked his flashing glnnccs that
swept the Silent City. She noted with
n strange little thrill the beauty of the
clearcut features, the full, kindly
mouth nnd the smooth, tanned skin.
Marcus MacKcnzio wns speaking
rapidly, and though Polly could not
hear what ho said, she knew he was
talking of the squntters. Then words
that made her tingle with Joy came
distinctly to her enrB.
"But you can't turn a lot of folks
out of their homes, Marc," rang forth
a deep, rich voice. "Where under the
heaven would they go If you did?"
"Anywhere they d -n plense,"
snarled MacKcnzle contemptuously.
"If they were nil dead, they'd bo bet
ter off, and Ithaca too."
Polly's hand tightened on the nx
handle. To lot It fly Btralght Into the
faco of the haughty Ithacan would
have been satisfaction indeed 1
"Ilavo you tried to buy them out?"
asked the other.
"No, nnd I don't Intend to," wns tho
sharp retort. "They'll go because I'll
mako them go, that's all. I've been
too busy for the last two years to
make much of a dent among them,
but, now,I'm home for good, I mean to
clear them off." An outward gesture
of the officer's hand told Polly ho was
not In sympnthy with MacKcnzle's
threat. "You can't Judge of tho situa
tion, Bob," Marcus went on, "because
you'vo been gone for years, Evelyn
can tell you whnt tjioy are, though."
The speaker wheeled his horse and
pointed his riding whip straight at the
Hopkins' Shanty; nnd Polly's curly
head drew quickly back.
"Ono of the worst of them lives
there 1" she heard plainly, "no's sort
of a mayor of the Rcttlemcnt. Jere
miah Hopkins! And such a trlbo ns
that hut holds can't bo found any-
It Was a Grotesque Looking Girl Who
a Few Minutes Later Was Flatten
ing Out the Pans and the Old Bits
of Tin Upon the Stone.
where else In this county. A worth
less, tnnglo-hnlrcd girl and a boy half
In tho grave, and I heard only this
morning thoy'ro hnrborlng a hag by
the nnino of Hope. They live like pigs,
too."
"The poor things haven't much of a
chanco to live otherwise, have they,
Marc?" The question evidently re
quired no answer. "Well, what do you
think of that?" he went on. Then he
read aloud: '"If your heart Is loving
and kind, conio right In. If It ain't,
scoot oflV Why, that's beautiful!"
Tho warm, velvety brown tho rich
man's thrcnts had made a hard glaro
wns brought back to Polly's eyes by
these words. Sho could hove hugged
tho speaker as hard ns sho sometimes
did Dnddy Hopkins I
"Rubbish 1" sneered MacKcnzle.
"Perfect rotl Your nunt wns saying
this morning thnt the Hopkins girl Is
as odd as sho Is filthy. The very Idea
of having n thing llko thnt hung up!"
Polly saw tho younger man rench
out and touch tho spenker with n
gloved hand,
"Love Isn't rubbish, wherever you
find It, old chap!" he cxclnlmed. "It
gives even a squntter shack n glimpse
of heaven. You ought to help these
people, Marc. GJvq them a chance;
mako something of them, and they
won't bother you."
Burning tears filled Polly's eyes. To
henr him speak In sympathy with her
fishermen friends touched her deeply.
And ho had spoken of love In the 6omo
way Grnnny Hope did, too. Pollyop
had never Imagined Old Marc's kind
over thought of tho meek the lowly
and the hungry. For above tho world,
up In the skies boyond tho clouds
where tho blue was, right alongside
tho crucified Savior, Polly Hopkins
placed this new friend of tho Sllont
City. Her thoughts were Interrupted
by MucKcnzIo speaking.
"They're pigs, Bob, I tell you," he
repeated roughly, "and whnt I brought
you down here today for "
Polly lost the rest of his sentence.
Back and yet farther back she slipped
over tho roof. She had never heurd
anything so drendful ns this. In fact,
she had always quite liked pigs, but
sho had never thought of comparing
tho shanty or Grnnny Hope and Daddy.
Hopkins to a bnrnynrd and its occu
pants. She heard the men ride away; and
onco more she snt up. By raising her
body a little, sho could seo them walk
ing their horses nlong the rond that
led its crooked way through tho set
tlement. MacKcnzle's straight, thick-set fig
ure mude her shudder, but the slim,
boyish ono beside htm brought a queer
little thrill to her heart.
"He's a beautiful angel himself,"
she murmured, and taking up the ax,
she slipped down tho tree nnd dropped
to tho wet ground. Granny Hope
straightened up as Polly entered the
kitchen. Swiftly the girl crawled out
of her father's trousers and tossed
back her curls.
"What's the matter, pretty brat?"
queried tho woman drowsily.
"I got to find Daddy," replied Polly,
her voice shaking. "Old Marc's back
an' he's after us squatters a-flyln', nn
Granny "
Sho pnuscd, her face softened, and
she smiled.
"Yep, honey?" prompted Mrs. Hope.
"Old Marc had a bcuutlful angel
with him," went on the girl, "an' he
likes us squatters. Ho stood right up
to that rotten MncKenzle. I heard
him, I did." She crossed to the old
womnn's side. "Love's able to send a
angel slnpbang down to this old earth
to help us, huh, Granny Hope?"
"Yep, sure sure, honey-girl," mur
mured Grunny, nnd once more her
head bobbed forward, and sho slept.
Polly Hopkins crept out of the hut
and sped away along the shore toward
Bad Man's ravfne.
CHAPTER II.
About the tlmo Polly Hopkins begnn
to repair the shuck roof, Evelyn Rob
ertson enme Into tho room where her
mother sat reading. Tho girl was
dressed to go out nnd was drawing a
pair of gloves over her ringed fingers.
"Where nro you going, Eve?" In
quired the lady. "It seems to me that
you're running out altogether too
much. Thero's your piano! You
haven't practiced in months. Now
don't blame mo, Eve, If, when Marcus
asks you to play, you fall Hat."
A dull red ran Into the girl's cheeks,
but she made no reply as sho
smoothed the wrinkles from her
gloves.
"Tho good Lord known," continued
the mother Irritably, "that I've kept at
you enough. Now Mnrc and Robert
aro home, how are you going to enter
tain them? Men demnnd so much."
The experiences of tho past two
years had taught Evelyn thnt lesson.
It hnd been demnnd, demand and more
demanding ever since, on girlish Im
pulse, sho had Secretly married Oscar
Bennett.
"And you heard what Mnrcus said
last night about the Silent City folks."
went on Mrs. Robertson. "What you
want of that Hopkins girl I don't un
derstand. Marcus says her father Is
the most dangerous man nmong the
lot of them, und the girl herself Is
queer."
"Oh, don't talk about tho squatters
all the time," cried Evelyn. "I hate
tho very sound of tho word. Whnt's
Polly Hopkins, nnywny? . . . Now
Mnrcus Is home "
"Dnrllng," tho mother Interrupted
eagerly, "It hns always been my hope
that you and Mure would grow to enro
for each other. He Is so rich and so
handsome I Now, Isn't he?"
A groan almost leapt from Evelyn's
Hps. Whnt a fool she hud been! Here
she wns mnrrled to u mnn she loathed,
a man she whs ashamed of! The
realization that another man, rich,
good-looking nnd in every way desira
ble, had turned his serious eyes upon
her, almost made her blurt out the
whole story to her mother; but hav
Ing kept silent so long, sho dared not
speak now. All through the night she
hnd tossed nnd turned, hunting somo
wny to get Oscar Bennett out of her
llfo without Mnrcus MacKcnzle know
ing nnythlng about It. Sho dared not
go to Oscar himself; Polly Hopkins
wns tho only hope she had. All Bun
nett enred for was money. He was as
tired of her as she was of him. Per
haps he would go away quietly nnd
Bet her freo If sho gave htm money
enough. Would hor mother give It to
her?
"Mother, do you honestly wnnt me
to mnrry Mnrc?" sho asked, trembling.
Mrs. Robertson caught at the out
flung hand.
"I do, I do Indeed, darling," she an
swered. "And he'll ask you too, I'm
sure. Perhaps not today or tomorrow,
for he's Just renewing his acquaint
ance with you. By tho way ho looked
Inst night I could tell he was consid
ering Si,"
A bnndkerchlef dropped from Eve-
lyn's fingers, and she stooped to pick
It up.
"If I lead Marcus on," she suggest
ed, rising, "and and get him to nsk
me to marry him, will you glvo me any
sum of money I wnnt?"
Her voice shook with emotion, and
her young faco seemed suddenly old
and haggard. Mrs. Robertson had
never seen her daughter In such a
state.
"Sit down n minute, Evelyn," she
commnnded. "Now tell me whnt you
want money for. I know very well
thnt you haven't spent whnt I've al
lowed you upon yourself. That's why
I've refused you so much lately. No
more secrets or mystery! I want the
facts. Now tell me this ralnuto."
The girl dropped Into a chair and
hurled her face In her hands.
"I can't," she whispered.
For some time she remained In the
same attitude, while her mother
studied her silently. At length the
girl lifted herself erect.
"I can't explnln," she broko out,
"nnd I suppose you're thinking all
kinds of things. I cun't help It If you
do. You'll have to give me the money
I need, If you wnnt me to marry Mnrc.
There's no ifs' and 'nnds about that.
If you'll give me the money" she fal
tered, wiped her Hps and concluded
slowly, "111 mnrry Marcus MacKen
zle." "You must be crazy, Eve," Mrs. Rob
ertson said In a cold voice,, "to talk to
me like thnt. If you have any secrets
from me, It's time you told them."
"Well?" .shot from Evelyn sharply,
"suppose I have? It's my secret, Isn't
It? Are you going to help me or not,
that's the question."
It was evident to Mrs. Robertson
that the situation wus not to be trifled
with. In a twinkling her daughter
had changed from a meek nnd timid
girl to nn aggressive woman. To try
to bully her auy more would be a mere
waste of effort.
"Heavens," she began, "this is a
pretty how to do, I must say. I can't
Imnglne why you should want money.
It doesn't mako much difference, any
way. There are more reasons thnn
ono why you enn't get It from me."
"What are they?" fell from the girl's
Hps.
"The first is," returned the mother,
tnrtly. "I don't like being held up in
this high-handed manner by my own
daughter."
She pahsed ; and Evelyn cnught her
breath. If that were all, she would
row and rage until she got what she
wanted.
Mother and daughter were staring
at one another, each demanding nn ex
planation. Evelyn did not Intend to
make any I Mrs. Robertson weakened
before the steely-blue lni the girl's
eyes.
"But the main reason Is," she went
on, "I hnven't got It. I don't own this
house, nor nor "
Evelyn sprang to her feet nnd con
fronted he? mother. Her face was
drawn Into cruel lines, and her hands
were gripped spasmodically.
"You He," she burst forth. "You've
always lied to mo about money."
A bitter smile drew down the cor
ners of tho older woman's mouth. Sho
knew how true the accusation wns.
"Well, this tlmo," sho answered,
"I'm telling you the simple truth. I
not only do not own this house, but "
"Then who does own It?" Interject
ed the girl.
"Your cousin, Robert Perclvnl," was
the quick response; "and he's supplied
nil tho money we have used. Now
perhaps you won't try to get some
thing out of me I hnven't got."
"Mother I" cried the girl, In agony.
"I told you, Eve, that you should
know tho truth," Mrs. Robertson con
tinued. "You've nsked for It, nnd here
It Is. When Robert's father nnd
mother died, I came hero to take care
of him. I had nothing then nnd have
nothing now. You were only a baby,
and I've always kept tho facts from
you. When Robert went to war, he
arranged thnt If he didn't come back,
I should have the home and enough
money to keep us."
Evelyn's eyes widened. Of a surety
this was tho truth.
"Then wo aren't rich?" she demand
ed huskily.
"No, that we're not!" responded the
lady, "and whnt's more, wo are de
pendent upon Robert for everything."
With a quick gesture Evelyn cnught
her mother's nrm, despair changing
the lines on her fnce.
"Oh, you needn't bo so thentrlcal,
my denr," said tho woman. "Robert's
never given mo the slightest renson to
feel he thought us n burden. I'm quite
like his mother, ns I should bo. The
only thing necessnry Is that you should
feather your own nest before Bob
makes up his mind to get married. I
know very well you'vo turned down
mnny a young mnn In Ithaca. Now
your chance hns come. Mnrc Mac
Kenzle's rich. He loves you "
Without waiting to henr nnythlng
more. Evelyn ran out of the room.
Mrs. Robertson sank back with n sigh,
portly of relief that at last Evelyn
knew Just the situation they were in,
partly of anxiety ns to her daughter's
secret.
"Bob! Then the soldier in tho
uniform was Evelyn's cousin J"
(TO BK CONTINUED.)
Real Consideration.
."YnsMJh, mnh Sambo nut a perfect
gemmum, even If we-nll do get Into a
sptU now an agin. Yassuh, ho nevnh
hits me where It shows." The Orange
Owl.
Immense Demand for Needles.
The world uses up an trerage of
3,000,000 needles a day.
GROWING GOWPEA
IN COMBINATION
Greater Variety and Larger Yield
of Feed Is Obtained and
Easier to Cure.
CORN USED QUITE GENERALLY
Excellent Mixture for Silage and Is
Being Extensively Used on Dairy
Farms Sorghums and Kafirs
Also Favored.
(Prepared by the United States Department
of Agriculture.)
Although the cowpea can be satis
factorily grown alone, it Is more ad
vantageously grown for hay In com
bination with other crops. When grown
In this manner, not only Is a grenter
variety nnd lnrger yield of feed ob
tained, but the mixed hay Is much
more easily cured and handled. Com
Is used quite generally with cowpeas,
but only to a slight extent for hay.
The crop most widely used with cow
peas for hay Is sorghum, both sweet
sorghums nnd knflrs, although other
crops, such ns sudan grass, Johnson
grass, soy beans and millet, are used.
Cowpeas and Corn.
The cowpea is an excellent crop to
grow with corn for silage, and It Is
being used extensively for this pur
pose on mnny dairy farms, especially
In the northern part of the cowpea
area.
If grown with corn for other than
silage purposes, cowpeas arc allowed
to ripen a fair percentage of pods,
which are gathered for seed and the
remainder pastured. This method not
only gives a crop of corn but also
sulliclent cowpea seed for sowing the
next season, and the residue makes
either n hay crop or u fair amount of
grazing for stock. In many parts of
the South, especially In the sugar
cane districts of Louisiana, cowpeas
Instead of being pastured are harvest
ed for hay after the corn has been
gathered.
Cowpeas and Sorghum.
Cowpeas grown In combination with
sorghum make nn excellent hay or
silage crop. As a hay crop this mix
ture Is more easily cured than cow
peas alone, constitutes a well-bnlnnced
ration, and Is relished by nil kinds of
farm stock. Both the sweet sorghums
and the knflrs are used. The Amber
sorghum is most generally favored.
When grown In rows, the Sumac and
orange varieties of sorghum are fully
ns good as the amber since they grow
lnrger and stronger plants. The whip-
Cowpeas Growing With Sorghum.
poorwlll, Iron, unknown nnd clay va
rieties of cowpea require about the
samo time to mnture ns the sorghums
and therefore should be used In place
of the earlier sorts. Harvesting with
a mowing machine Is most satisfac
tory. When sown "brondcast" for hay, tho
sowing Is best done with a grain drill
on well-prepared land, the two kinds
of seed being well mixed nnd sown at
the same time. Usually the best rate
to sow Is about one bushel of cow
peas and half a bushel of sorghum
seed to the acre. Where tho grain drill
is not nvnllable for sowing, tho cow
pen seed should bo disked or harrowed
In, nnd tho sorghum should then be
sown while tho land Is rough, the
seed being covered with n drag har
row or weeder.
Excellent results are obtained by
sowing cowpeas and sorghums togeth
er In cultivated rows 2V6 to 3 feet
apart. This method requires about
45 pounds of cowpeas and about one
third of u bushel of sorghum seed to
tho ucre.
MILK SAMPLES FOR TESTING
Only Fair Way Would Be to Make
Average of Two to Four Mllklngs
Cows Will Vary.
A fair sample of milk for a test
should bo an averago of two or four
mllklngs. Cows do not always give
milk of tho same test. Lots of cows
test lower In tho morning milking
than at night. The only fair way Is to
make an avcrago and a sample of more
thnu one milking Is necessary to get
this average test.
a a& (tot or c .rfi' w sv ijkt as jav v ii'irmi
CORRECT NUMBER OF
EGGS FOR HATCHING
Poor Turkey Hatches Often Duo
to Crowded Hens.
Fowl Will Cover From 15 to 18 Eggs,
and Sometimes More, Much De
pending on Her Size incuba
tors Are Successful.
1
(Prepared by tho Unltod States Depart
ment of Agriculture.)
Turkey hens and chicken hens ordi
narily aro used to Incubate turkey
eggs, although Incubators are used
where turkeys are raised on a largo
scale. During the early part of the
laying season It often happens thnt
there are on hand it nutriber of eggs
that should bo set before the turkey
hens aro through laying their first lit
ter, nnd become "broody." In such case,
and also when It is desired to lmvo
the turkey hens lay a second or third
litter, some of the eggs have to be
incubated under chicken hens or In an
Incubator.
About a week before tho poultry aro
to hatch a sufficient number of tur
key hens should be nllowed to sit to
take nil the poults hatched. They
can be given a few eggs from tho lncu-
hntor or from umjer the chicken hens.
Turkey Hens Are Close Sitters.
nnd nllowed to hatch the poults them
selves, or at night a newly hatched
poult can bo slipped under each tur
key hen that Is to be given a brood of
poults, and by morning they will tako
them, poultry specialists in tho United
States Department of Agriculture say.
Turkey hens nro close sitters, and
If managed properly they nre the
surest means of hatching turkey, eggs
that can be used. Incubators are
quite as successful with turkey eggs,
however, as with chicken eggs. Poor
hatches are a very frequent cause of
complaint among turkey raisers, nnd
this Is quite often due to crowding
more eggs under the hens than they
enn properly cover. Ono egg too many
means that every egg In the nest prob
ably will become chilled nt some tlmo
during the four weeks of incubation.
Turkey hens cover from 15 to 18
eggs, nnd in some cases more, depend
ing on the size of the hen. Chicken
hens of tho general-purpose breeds
cover from eight to ten turkey eggs.
The turkey-egg capacity of an In
cubator Is approximately thrce-fourtho
of the chicken-egg cnpaclty.
YIELD TO PROFITABLE COWS
Every Dairyman Should Weigh Each
Milking and Have Sample Test
ed for Butterfat.
"Every owner of dairy cows should
know If his cows are giving enough
milk or butterfat to mako a profit over
tho cost of feed," snys A. C. Bner, pro
fessor of dairying nt Oklahoma A. and
M. college. "A scnle to weigh the milk
In the bnm can be bought for $4. It
takes only a few minutes a day extra
tlmo to weigh the milk from ench cow
and write the weight on n milk sheet
tacked up In the barn. Onco n month
ti sample of milk can be tested. Any
creamery, Ice cream factory, or cream
ttntlon will usually be glnd'to do this
testing. Every schoolhouso can he
equipped with a tester at very little
expense, nnd the boys nt school can do
the testing.
"A profitable cow should produce 0,
000 pounds of milk or 200 pounds of
butterfat In 300 days. Are your cows
all profitable? Why not find out? Is
milking dairy cows a business propo
sition with you?. If so, why not np
ply business methods?"
GLUTEN FEED FOR FALL PIGS
Corn Is Not as Satisfactory for Swine
as It Is for Sheep and Dairy
Cattle.
It has been found that corn gluten
menl Is not extremely sntlsfuctory as
a feed for fnttenlng fall pigs. It Is
not nenrly so good n feed for hogs us"
for cattle and sheep. It brings better
results with dairy cattle than with
beef steers. It seems that the. most
satisfactory returns are made from,
corn gluten feed "for hogs when it is
fed in a self-feeder alone with corn
self-fed In another feeder and tank
age In a third feeder. Tho results aro
Improved If this feed Is fed in connec
tion with good pasture.
KEEP HORSES IN CONDITION
Injurious Practice to Permit Animals
to Go for Weeks Without Some
Attention.
Don't neglect to curry the horses
these days. It la injurious to allow
them to go for days and weeks with
out nttentlon. A good currying once
or twlco n week will not only make
them look better, but they will feel
better nnd keep In better condition
