rTHAT GIRL of JOHNSON’sl
By JEA/f K.ATE LWLX/M.
Author of “At a Ctrl's .Ifcrcs f Etc,
Entered According to Act of Congress In the Year 1890 by Street & Smith.
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C.
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CHAPTER VII.
f The Strayed Cow.
Dolores sat in the doorway wait
ing for her father’s return from the
tavern. He had been to the house
while she was over the mountain, and
had his supper. She herself had eaten
uothing, for she had no appetite in
spite of her walk over the mountain.
) She was quite idle, her hands in
their old listless attitude in her lap,
her dark head resting against the
unpainted door post, her grave face
and thoughtful eyes raised to the
heavens. The moonlight falling across
her face defined it clear and perfect
as marble; upon the clean bare floor
behind her lay her shadow long and
dark.
The night was silent; the distant
sound of rude singing from the tav
ern died away; the lights went out
one after another in the long, low
houses. Dolores began to wonder
vaguely why her father did not come.
Midnight had passed; the hours ticked
away one by one on the big clock
in the corner, the moon hung round
and golden above the mountain peaks
in the west; in the east a streak of
whiter light appeared, broadened and
deepened. The girl’s shadow disap
peared from the floor; it lay in front
of her on the door stone.
The cow was cropping the grass on
the roadside, her breathing deep and
contented. Lodie, the next neighbor,
carte up the road with a bucket. His
v^^was low in this dry weather;
Johifson’s well was public property at
.such times.
“A sheer day,” he said apologetical
ly, looking at the brlndle.
Dolores, roused herself, a slow
thought coining to her mind. “I have
been waiting for my father,” she said,
•“la. he still at the tavern?”
Lodie held the bucket suspended
half way down the ’(veil; a dull sur
prise was the leading expression on
his face.
“Don’t ye know where he went,
D’lores? Warn’t ye liyar when he
kem up fer his gun an’ started ter
hunt ther cow ower yander on ther
mounting? Ther cow is hyar;
where’s yer feyther?”
A sudden sharp fear woke in her
mind; she arose and faced Lodie, the
sunlight <?n her head.
"If he went over on the opposite
mountain to hunt Brindle and has not
returned he must have lost his road,
or gotten hurt, or something to keep
"him.”
“Yes,” said Lodie, slowly. “An’
theys want him et ther court ter-day;
■ef he ain’t thyar they’ll kem fer him;
•theys sweared they’d hev him, fer
ther thing kyant be settled tell he
goes.”
He swung the bucket up on the
edge of the well and passed down the
road in silence, his slouching figure
like a blot on the exquisite landscape.
Breakfast was ready, and Dolores
went in and set the potatoes and ba
con at one side of the hearth; the
coffee was ready to make; she never
made that till it was ready to be
drank. When all was ready within
she went out to the bank under the
pines. The sun was high and warm,
but under the pines the shadows were
cool and dark; and there, she waited
for her father.
By and by the men of the settle
ment started over the mountain in
groups of twos and threes. Dolores
watched them go, scarce taking her
eyes front them till their slouching
figures faded and blended with the
yellow road and the rugged paths. As
they passed they asked for her father,
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She arose and faced Lodie.
every one receiving the same reply.
Later, as Dolores watched, a yellow
cloud of dust arose where the road
and the sky seemed to meet. She
watched it mechanically. As the cloud
appeared and drew nearer out of it
appeared a body of horsemen riding
at a sharp pace down the rough road.
They slackened their pace as they
came up. The girl was plainly dis
cernible in her print gown under the
pines. They halted at the rickety
gate, and one of them dismounted and
went up the walk. He removed his
hat as he drew near Dolores.
“Miss Johnson?”
She hesitated a moment; the name
was unfamiliar to her save as used
by young Green. Then she bent her
head in reply.
“Your father?”
“He is not here,” she said, slowly.
“Wher*» can we find him?”
"I do not know.”
"But we must find him." He
frowned sternly; his face and voice
were authoritative. "He is summoned
to appear in court to-day in the Green
ease; the law cannot wait. Can you
give us no idea where we can find
him?"
"No.”
He returned to his companions and
reported that Johnson wap not there;
his daughter did not know where he
was. They held a consultation. If it
were possible Johnson must be found
and brought to court that day; law
and right must not be delayed. Riding
down the mountain they halted at the
tavern. The tavern-keeper’s wife came
out to meet them.
They asked for water; she said
water was scarce on the mountain,
“But we must find him."
but she could give them cider If that
would do.
They replied that cider would do
very well—in fact, much better than
water for their purpose, for they had
a rough time before them.
As they drank they asked for the
host. He was away, she said, gone
over the mountain to the town; a
trial was being held there, had they
not heard of it? Nearly every one had
heard of it; it was making a stir.
Folks were excited about it; there
was to be a trial there, and Johnson
—had they ever heard of Johnson?—
was all they were waiting for to lay
the guilt where it belonged; he knew
more about it than most folks; some
thought
Did Johnson go? No, not that she
knew of, and she would know. He
went over to the opposite mountain
last night to hunt his cow.
In what direction did Johnson go?
She was not sure; she believed he
went right down the road across the
valley. There was a bridge across
the river if one followed the road
along the foot of the mountain a bit.
Jenkins had seen her there, and he
told Johnson so at the tavern; John
son went right over to hunt her; he
took his gun in case he came across
game, but that was useless unless he
were luckier than usual, for Johnson
was too shiftless to have luck.
Yes, the cow came back; she had
lost her bell; he would expect to find
her by that; doubtless he would keep
on hunting; he hadn’t sense enough
to know she would most likely come
home by herself. But if he did not
wish to return for reasons best known
to himself—Johnson was shiftless, but
he was no fool about some things.
His girl now had about as little
sense as was possible. She did not
even know when she was well off; she
was like her mother for ail the world,
only worse.
As for Dolores, she seemed to like
him to talk to her; she was not in the
habit of talking much; she never
talked with her neighbors, she felt
above them; he was the judge’s son,
and, no doubt, she felt flattered that
he took notice of her. Their men
never said much to her, for they did
not like her. Maybe she went over
the mountain. Well, maybe she went
because she wished to go. How could
she answer for her? Perhaps
Could they find Johnson if they
tried? She did not know. The oppo
site mountain was a dangerous place;
there were sharp ledges and turns and
deep chasms; folks seldom ventured
over there except for hunting; they
had no cause to go.
Did they want Johnson? He was
not in the habit of going off; he never
went hunting except on their own
mountain; he had no go ahead in him;
he was shiftless and so was his daugh
ter—only worse.
They had accomplished their errand
and paid her liberally as they arose
to go, more determined than ever to
find Johnson were it a possible thing. '
CHAPTER VIII.
The Search.
The deputies rode slowly down the
mountain. The road was hard for
their horses and uncertain, besides it
was strange to them and strange
ground was unsafe. They talked lit
tle. On leaving the tavern one of
them remarked that the woman knew
what she was talking about, and now
they would find Johnson if such a
thing were possible, for they had more
reasc«n than ever to find hint.
They rode along the foot of the
mountain in search of the path of
■which the woman spoke. There waa
no road here as along the other moun
tain; a narrow line half hidden by
long grass and tangled bushes strag
gled in and out capriciously, as though
to puzzle its followers, now- up the
mountain side, again straying out into
the valley meadows nearer the river’s
moaning. Above, among the pines, the
blue haze was tangled, hiding all be
yond; the dread mystery of the moun
tain clung like a garment about It.
The men rode on in silence; there
was a solemnity around them that
hushed all light words. The enormity
of their undertaking dawned more
and more upon them; to search for a
man in that wilderness with the moun
tain’s haert for his hiding place and
its robe of haze for his shield was ab
surd. There were chasms and dan
gerous places, sharp turnings and
winding paths, ledges hidden by haze
that would swallow a man as com
pletely as a sepulcher, and leave no
trace, massive rocks overhead that a
tremor of the mountain would hurl
upon them. No wonder the men grew
silent and allowed the horses to have
their way; man could not follow the
dangerous, hidden paths’ only brute
instinct could And the safe places.
They came at last to the path up
the mountain, and the horses refused
to take it until urged by whip and
spur. It was a path that shielded all
beyond it, as though the mountain
had made a fastness that none could
break. The horses toiled up slowly,
slipping now and again on the treach
erous ground; the tangled bushes and
low boughs swept them as they
passed; above the pine boughs parted
enough for a man's head to pass un
touched beneath. Now and again the
bushes and ferns; great rocks loomed
path seemed lost in the wilderness of
ahead and the path that seemed cut
oft turned sharply and wound up the
mountain; again and again the horse
hoofs paused on the edge of a chasm
half hidden by haze, and the men
with white faces held them up by
main force from the ghastly depths
beneath their very feet. Their voices,
as they shouted in hopes of a reply
had Johnson lost his way, sounded
gruesome in the loneliness.
Half way- up the mountain they1
paused and faced about. It was use
less, they said, and foolish to follow
the path up higher; no man would
wander up there of his own free yvlll;
facing the law were preferable; one
knew what to expect from it. Here
death laid his traps in secret and
lured his victim on; he waited at
every corner and lurked near every
rock; he was above, below, and before
them; he reigned in the mountain's
heart. If Johnson were there he
might stay there; their lives were of
more value than his; they would re
turn to the town and report the utter
hopelessness of the search. It would
be wiser to search for him nearer
home; to hide from the law showed
that he was cowardly, and a coward
would never come there. They would
stop at the tavern and speak to the
woman again; her words might be
wiser than they thought. And they
would speak again to that girl of
Johnson’s; she might be more willing
to talk, and she was no fool.
(To be continued.)
SHIRTS GROW ON TREES THERE.
That, at Least, Is the Statement of an
Old Sailor.
“Shirts grow on. trees where I came
front.'’ said the old sailor.
“How so, shipmut?” a pale clerk
asked.
The sailor emptied his glass and
wiped his mouth with the back of his'
hand. "I’m a-speakin’,” he said, “of
the South seas. You know them isl
ands over there?”
“Sure,” said the clerk.
“Well, that’s where I mean that
shirts grow on trees. There’s a kind
of a willow tree on them islands with
a soft, flexible bark. A native selects
a tree with a trunk that’s just a little
bigger round than he is. He makes a
ring with his knife around the trunk
through the bark, and he makes an
other ring four foot below. Then, with
a slit of the knife, he draws the bark
off, the same as a boy does in makin’
a willow whistle, and he’s got a fine,
durable shirt. All ho needs to do is
to dry it out, make two holes for the
arms, and put a lacin’ in the back to
draw it together.
“In the spring of the year the shirts
are gathered. Men and women both
go out at that time to look for trees
that fit them. These bark shirts are
treated so as to be soft and flexible.
They don’t look bad. Gosh hanged if
they look bad at all, for shirts that
grow on trees.”—Philadelphia Record.
Knew the Major.
“I hear the major is coming up to
spend a week with you.”
“Yes, and I am fitting up a room
for him to entertain his friends. I
put in ten chairs and a sideboard."
“Where is the major from?”
“South Carolina.”
“Then you had better put in tan
sideboards and a chair.”
Out of Season.
“Why are yer so sad?” asked Dusty
Dennis.
“Why,” growled Sandy Pikes, “dat
lady said if I’d split de wood she’d
give me an old pair of shoes she
promised me last winter.”
“An’ did she?”
“Yes, she give me a pair of snow
shoes.”
Making Macaroni.
Macaroni is made in forty different
shapes and sizes. A special kind of
very hard wheat is used in this manu
facture.
Lighthouse Service.
The United States lighthouse ser
vice cost3 14,500,000 a year.
THE TARIFF BURDENS
NOBODY SEEMS ABLE TO FUR
NISH SPECIFICATIONS.
Easy to Assert That Industry Is Op
pressed Because of Protection, But
Much Easier to Prove the Blessings
It Has Conferred.
Alluding to the report that the pres
ident and some others have prevailed
upon Gov. Cummins to abandon “the
Iowa idea,” at least until after the
next presidential election, the New
York Evening Post says:
"It is not to be inferred that the
“Iowa idea” has undergone any change
or that Gov. Cummins has retracted
one Jot or tittle of his own previous
sayings. Nor can such changes take
place while the tariff burden resting
upon western industry continue to
weigh upon it. Petitions from makers
of agricultural Implements calling for
relief from the duties on iron and
steel and a great variety of articles
which have been monopolized by
trusts are now In circulation. They
will be presented to Theodore Roose
velt and to the congress of the United
States as soon as the latter come to
gether in regular or special session.
They embody ‘the Iowa idea,' and
they will disturb the harmony of the
party In many places before the dele
gates are elected to the next national
convention.”
It is a fault of free traders, In
which class we do not hesitate to in
clude Gov. Cummins, because if he
had his own way he would destroy
our protective policy by radically
changing it for the benefit of foreign
ers and some selfish home interests,
that they deal in generaltles and care
fully omit particulars. The Evening
Post illustrates this trait in the above
extract from its columns. What are
the “tariff burdens” which now rest
upon “western industry?” In what
way is the west now burdened by any
of the schedules of the Dlngley tariff?
All of them, working together, have
been powerful factors in creating for
this country in the six years since
they have been in force the most mar
velous and most general prosperity in
that this country has ever known.
year 1902 to *17,981.597, against *1B,
714,308 in 1901, *15,979,999 in 1900,
*13,594,524 in 1899, *9,073,384 to 1898,
and *5,302.807 in 1897, To increase
these exports more than three fold fn
five years does not look as if our
agricultural Implement manufacturers
had been carrying many "burdens" In
their export trade under the Dlngley
tariff.
We do not believe that the west
wants the free trade policy of Grover
Cleveland, or any policy approximat
ing it, to be substituted for our pres
ent protective policy. Under this lat
ter policy it has no "tariff burdens”
to complain of—only tariff blessings
to be thankful for.—Iron and Steel
Bulletin.
All Record* Beaten.
We never sold so many products of
American manufacture to foreign na
tions in one month as in the last
April—the month of March and April,
1900, alone excepted.
And yet the Democratic free traders
again want to tinker the tariff in or
der further to Increase our export
trade.
In 1893-7 the tariff reformers got
in work in economic law which they
thought would increase our foreign
trade. The net result was they de
spoiled our domestic trade and at the
same time home manufactures failed
to get a foreign market such as we
now have under the Dlngley tariff.
On the only occasion in two gener
ations of American politics when the
Democratic party had opportunity to
show for what purpose it existed, a
Democratic President and congress
not only failed to effect good results,
but actually succeeded in bringing dis
aster on all American interests.
The less the Democratic tarifT re
formers now say about promoting our
foreign trade by tariff tinkering the
better, especially as under the pres
ent tarifT all records are being beaten
in the history of our exports, alike of
manufactures and of the products of
the farm.—Boston Herald.
MAIDEN FIRST VOTERS.
Colorado Women Display Interest In
the Next Presidential Contest.
A unique and Interesting feature of
the campaign of education Inaugur
SEEING THINGS.
The west has abundantly shared in
this prosperity. No western industry
has been oppressed by the Dingley
tariff; all western industries have
been helped by it.
It is true that some western and
eastern agricultural implement manu
facturers, not satltied with the con
trol of the magnificent home market
for they products which they have long
enjoyed, and being themselves free
traders, would still further increase
their profits by enlarging their for
eign markets through reciprocity at
the expense of their own countrymen
who do not make agricultural imple
ments, but who do make other things.
But these embodiments of the most
brazen selfishness that the world ever
knew can not truthfully say that the
Dingley tariff has been a “burden" to
them. It has immensely helped them,
and well they know it.
But the Dingley tariff has not helped
selfish agricultural implement manu
facturers or their selfish interests in
the east or west to close American
iron and steel works, or helped them
through reciprocity to substitute the
wool of the Argentine Republic for
that of American farms, or to substi
tute French gloves and brushes and
glassware and other French products
for the products of our own factories.
All these and similar absent features
of the Dingley tariff are not "bur
dens.” As well say that the laws
which are intended to restrain the
enemies of society from the commis
sion of crime are “burdens.”
In addition to controlling the home
market absolutely, and charging for
their reapers and mowers and thresh
ers and plows and cultivators such
prices as they care to exact, our
agricultural implement manufacturers
have been steadily extending the for
eign market for their products ever
since tho Dingley tariff became a law,
as the following official figures will
I show. Our experots of agricultural
Implements amounted in the calendar
ated by the American Protective Tar
iff League, with reference to the con
test of 1904, is furnished in the re
turns from Colorado. In that state
unrestricted woman suffrage prevails
and among the lists of persons who
.will cast their first vote in a presi •
dential election next year are a large
number of young women. Here In
deed is a fruitful and inviting field.
What more necessary, more useful,
more profitable or more agreeable
work could there be than to provide
with Protection literature the thou
sands of fair ones who will next year
be the "first voters” in Colorado? And
where, moreover, could the good seed
of sound doctrine be more advantage
ously scattered? Women are vitally
concerned in tariff matters, for they
are the chief sufferers when free
trade hard times take the place of
protection prosperity. Truly a pleas
ant task it will be to aid in rightly
directing the political steps of the
budding electresses of the Rocky
Mountains. If further proof were need
ed of the value and utility of the “first
voters” plan, this would settle it!
Ready to Meet It.
“Can the tariff issue be sup
pressed?” asks the New York Journal
of Commerce. Suppressed by whom?
Republicans do not ask to have it sup
pressed. They have not raised the is
sue and would be glad enough to have
the tariff let alone and protection go
on its prosperity-making way for an
indefinite term of years. But, if the
free traders and tariff reformers in
sist upon forcing the issue, Republic
ans are ready to meet it. It is an Is
sue which they have no need to shirk
or evade. Ail the strength of the sit
uation is on the Republican side.
Democrats will make the tariff an
issue. They always have, and always
will, we suppose. Very well, let them
do it again in 1904. Republicans will
welcome the tariff issue. They will
aot lift a finger to snppress it
Chicago Haa New Dairy Law*.
The Chicago city council has Just
passed some new and stringent laws
relating to the milk traffic. There
haa been for a long time much com
plaint of the very loose way In which
mlUc was bought and sold In that
city. Its handling was often conduct
ed under conditions that were likely
to make milk a conveyor of disease.
Moreover, In some of the poorer lo
calities the milk sold for whole milk
waa both skimmed and watered. In
many cases It was so nearly sour that
Its use for children’s food resulted In
much sickness and some mortality.
The new laws create a milk and
food department In the board of
health. One of the most startling In
novations Is the rule that all cans
containing skim milk shall be paint
ed bright red. This Is because the
sale of skim milk has been largely
conducted under the pretense of sell
ing whole milk. It is not desired to
prevent the sale of skim milk, but
only to prevent Its sale as unskimmed
milk. The oleanllness of cans and
other mllk-holdtng utensils Is to be
rigidly enforced.
Mixtures of any two or m^re of tbs
following articles Is prohibited:
Whole milk, skimmed milk, cream,
condensed milk and buttermilk. Cans
containing any one of the foregoing
are required to be labeled In three
inch letters. The caps of bottles are
similarly required to be stamped. The
test provided for milk Is 3 per cent
butter fat and 9 per cent other solids,
a total of 12 per cent solids. Fot
cream the minimum fat must be 15
per cent. No skim milk can be sold
If It contains less than 8.6 per cent of
solids, Including butter fat. Watered
milk, adulterated milk and Impure
milk will not be permitted to be sold
at all, nor can the milk be sold from
cows diseased or kept In a filthy con
dition or fed on slops or refuse. Any
attempt to sell such milk will resulf
In a fine of from $6 to $200. Impure
Or condemned milk must be des
troyed. Cow stables must be washed
dally and diseased animals must be
kept away from the well ones. Refuse
matter must not henceforth be stored
in dairies.
As a notice that the laws adopted
Monday last are to be enforced, the
milk Inspectors on Tuesday seized
twelve cans of watered milk and
poured their contopts Into the gutter,
Thi meh that sent them canfidt be
fined, as they are outside the jurlsdic
lion of the city. It Is doubtful, how
ever If they send any more watered
milk to Chicago.
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Errors In Milk Testing.
Professor Eckles of the Missouri
station says; If cream is tested by
measuring out with the 17.6 c. c
pipette, as Is done with milk, the
reading will be too low for two rea
sons. The basis of the Babcock test
is 18 grams. The 16.7 c. c. pipette de
livers this weight of milk, but as
cream is more adhesive than milk, a
considerable amount will stick to the
pipette. In sour or thick cream this
error may be as much as 1.6 per cent.
This error Is easiest removed by fill
ing the pipette about one-third full
of warm water, shaking to loosen the
cream from the sides, then adding this
to the cream in the bottle. The other
cause for error is on account of the
lightness of the cream, as compared
with milk. A 17.6 c. c. pipette full
of cream does not weigh quite 18
grams, the regulation amount, but
somewhat less, depending upon the
richness of the cream. If it is neces
sary to have an exact test of cream,
it can be obtained best by using deli
cate scales and weighing out the de
sired amount. Scales especially ar
ranged for this purpose can now be
purchased at a reasonable price. The
temperature at which cream bottles
are read Is of great importance. A
difference of over 1 per cent can be
made by changing the temperature
from 110 degrees to 180 degrees; ex
tremes often met with in various
testers. The exact temperature at
which reading Is correct has not yet
been determined, but should be some
where about 120 degrees. The best
way to get bottles at a proper tem
perature Is to set them in a pan deep
enough to bring the water up near
the top of the bottle.
Grading Up.
From Farmers’ Review; In grad
ing up a herd I start with ordinary
cows, but always with a full blooded
sire and, by the time his get Is old
enough for breeding, I change my
sires, only using the same one two
years. By the eighth cross you have
as near a full blood as can be, unless It
be a thoroughbred. For a general pur
pose cow I would rather have the
cross, my choice for a general pur
pose cow being the Durham.—L. H.
Allen, Clinton County, Michigan.
To Keep Milk Cans Clean.
From Farmers’ Review; On return
of cans from factory, empty at once,
wash cans thoroughly with warm
water, then put in boiling water, put
covers on, let stand five minutes,
empty and wipe dry, put in sun and
let stand until milking time, rinse with
cold water and use. In case the cans
should be sour, add a teaspoonful of
soda to the boiling water.—H. H. Mor
mey, Van Buren County, Michigan.
The "primary" feathers of the wings
xre those used ip flying, but are tucked
ander the wings, out of sight, when at
rest. j
