THAT GIRL of JOHNSON?!
By JEAJV KATE IVDIVM,
Author of "At a Gift's Morey,'* Etc,
Fntered According to Act of Congress in the Year 1800 Ly Street & Smith,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. D. C.
CHAPTER VIII.—Continued. !
The woman came to meet them as \
they rode up. Foam dripped from the !
mouths of their horses, and their -
heads hung listlessly, while their
flanks were covered with sweat. The
men dismounted and loosened the sad
dle girths.
Had Johnson returned? they asked
her.
Not that she had heard of, she re
plied. Did they want Johnson? Had
they been searching for him?
Yes, they replied, they wanted John
son; he was summoned to appear in
the town in the Green case; it was
believed he could tell considerable
about the matter; should he not ap
pear to-day, they must wait.
What if he were dead? she asked,
■curiously; if he had fallen into some
■one of the dangerous places on the
mountain?
If he were dead, they said—well, if
he were dead that would put a differ
ent face upon the matter; they hoped
he was not dead, for the law should
not be baffled. Did she think he was
■dead? Had she cause to think so?
No, she knew no reason why John
son should be dead unless he had
fallen In some of the dangerous places
on the mountain; they must know
this, for they had been there; for her
part she knew nothing about it save
from what she heard those say who
had been there.
They paid her liberally and rode
away. Dolores was still sitting at the
gate under the pines with her haggard
face and idle hands, and the eyes
that watched for what did not come.
Johnson was not there, she said,
quietly, and they never questioned her
word, but instinctively lifted their hats
as they rode away.
„ CHAPTER IX.
A More Thorough Search.
Dolores, worn with watching and
faint from lack of food, fell asleep at
the door-way, and slept the whole
night through; the dawning had deep
ened to broad light when she waked.
She bathed her face with cool
water from the well and brushed her
soft hair back, winding it in a heavy
-coil at the back of her head.
The table was set as she had left it
the day before, and when she hung the
kettle over the fire she took the pail
and went out to milk Brindle.
Lodie came up for water; he hesi
tated as he saw Dolores, but she rose
up bravely to meet him. She did not
speak, but her eyes asked him a ques
tion.
“Ther case were postponed,” he
said, slowly. “Ther jedge were put
out consid’rable, but as ’t couldn't be
helped he said they’d hev ter wait tell
yer feyther kems.”
He did not linger; he dared not
linger when she was watching him.
He could not tell her of the roused
suspicion regarding Johnson’s non
appearance. He left a full bucket on
the edge of the well for her.
Dolores was unused to attention;
this slight act touched her strangely;
she watched him go down the road,
and his slouching figure had a sort of
grace in her eyes.
She arose and carried the pail in
\
-r^ssfc,
“I will walk,” she said simply.
side. Then she prepared a pot of
coffee strong and clear, and drank a
cupful. She fried some bacon and
eggs, and ate them determinedly. She
was impelled by her hidden purpose,
and ate that she should have
strength.
When she had finished she filled a
large bottle with rich new milk, and
hung it at her side with a slender
rope across her shoulders; she knew
that she would have need of both her
hands. Then she closed the door and
went down the path with a firm step.
As she pushed the rickety gate up
and fastened it with its swinging rope,
and turned to go down the road, a
step crunched the gravel at her side,
and a familiar voice sounded in her
ears, a voice that hitherto had held
such sweetness to her shut as she
had always been in her hard life. But
nhe turned now with the free look
dying from her face and eyes.
“Dolores!” exclaimed young Green,
eagerly, a warm light in his kindly
eyes as he went up to her with out
stretched hands. “I came over to see
about your father. You have heard
nothing from him yet, Miss Johnson?”
“I shall find him to-day,” she said,
steadily.
For the first, time he noticed the
kbottle at her waist and the strange,
sad expression of her face. A knowl
edge of her errand flashed upon him.
He touched her arm gently to detaiD
her.
“You are going to find him. Miss
Johnson—Dolores? You believe he is
lost over on yonder mountain? What
fools we were not to have thought of
that before. Let me go with you;
may**I? What could you do should
you find him?” He used no softening
words to her; he knew she compre
hended the possible ending to their
search.
“You must ride my horse, Miss
Johnson. The way is long and rough,
and—”
“I will walk,’1 she said, simply. Her
lips had lost their warm red color; her
wide eyes were on his face in their
strange wistfulness.
“Then I will leave him at the tav
ern,” he said, quietly, to comfort her.
A group of men were around the
door of the tavern as they approached
and were talking over the events of
the previous day. When young Green
and Dolores appeared their glances
were suggestive, and they listened in
silence when the young man spoke.
When he finished an ominous silence
fell upon them. Then Lodie arose. Of
them all he was the most angular and
uncouth, but among them he was
nobler than they.
“Ther dep'ties dedn’t know ther
mounting,” he said gravely. “Theys
might hev a’ms’ stepped on ’em
o’thout ltnowin’ et. Ef he hev met
with an acc’dent he mayn’t be able ter
kem an’ ’ll die ’thout help kem ter
’em. Ef thet gal o’ Johnsing’s ken go
ower thar ter hunt ’em, I reckon we
uns ken do *t.”
His slow, heavy words roused an
interest in his listeners as all Green’s
words could not do, and they arose at
once to their duty with many a word
of grumbling that passed unnoticed
because each understood that this was
simply their way of showing the depth
of their interest.
The strange party moved along the
ghostly mist of the valley road and
across the bridge like spirits of the
mountain. The ascent was hard and
toilsome, and Dolores was unused to
such exertion; young Green was ath
letic, but he also had never so had
his strength put to the proof. They
paused many times to rest and re
cover breath. By and by Green helped
Dolores. Her recent lack of food and
sleep had unfitted her for such exer
tion. She was panting and weak, but
she smiled her slow, brave smile, and
shook her head when he offered to
take her home if she wished. She
came to find her father, she said,
quietly, and she would find him; she
felt certain of that.
Up in the blue space a vulture hov
ered; the dull flap of his wings was
audible in the dead stillness and hol
low below. Dolores saw him, and her
eyes dilated.
“See!” she cried, her sweet, strange
ly penetrating voice full of terror
echoing down the misty hollow. “See!
Why is he there? They follow where
there are wounded. He is not there
for nothing.”
Their eyes followed hers; her terror
was reflected in their faces, used as
they were to such scenes, ana young
Green instinctively drew her nearer
himself as though to shield her from
what might follow. There was noth
ing certain about the vulture’s prey;
it might be a wounded hare, a stag,
or—a man! That it was something
was certain; something, too, that was
wounded, not dead.
They stood in silence a moment
with awe-struck faces, while the bird
of death hovering above them had a
terrible meaning for them. Dolores
clung to young Green with trembling
hands in the first wild moment; she
did not feel his strong arm about her;
there was a look in her eyes he could
never forget. Then she loosened her
hold of him, and stood alone slender
and stately on the brink of the yawn
ing gulf. It was marvelous how she
impressed those about her with her
personality. Many a time afterward
the young man was wakened in the
night with the memory of her as she
stood there in her utter self-forgetful
ness, her feet touching the edge of
the gulf opening before her, her ten
der face grand with its brave soul
“I will call him,” she said, gravely.
"He may answer, for he is there, I
know.”
She leaned above the void filled in
with ghostly mist and gruesome shad
ows; young Green's hand was upon
her arm, but she did not know it. She
called aloud, and her voice rang down
the silence, waking the echoes from
rock to rock
“Father! Father!”
The bird of death overhead flapped
his heavy wings and uttered a fierce
cry as a panther might that has lost
its young. They waited and listened;
no sound disturbed the hush of the
mountain’s heart save the echoes
fainting farther and farther into the
mysterious depths below.
“Father! Father!”
“He did not hear,” said Dolores,
quietly. “Or perhaps he cannot an
swer. I will call again.”
That he was there she did not
doubt; whether dead or alive she
would find him; she believed that. too.
She placed her hands to her mouth,
and her voice again woke the echoes
like the tones of a flute
‘father! Father!"
The vulture whirred down in front
of them with its fierce cry. Then
suddenly up from the depths, yet not
far from them, floated a faint call
half moan, half answer. They listened
as though in doubt, afraid to believe
lest they he mistaken. But again th«
faint voice sounded not far distant
but weak. Green stretched himsell
flat on the ground, and leaned fai
over the perilous edge.
About twenty feet below a sharj
ledge projected, forming a flat shelf;
this was covered with a tangle ol
shrubs and bushes. The mist hung
about it like a phantom shroud, and
oven to Green’s clear eye it was but
faintly discernible. Whether or not
Johnson was there, he could not tell.
He called cheerily, and again the
weak voice replied; the bushes below
were stirred slightly, and a feeble
hand appeared for an instant.
Green arose swiftly to his feet; he
uncoiled the rope with swift sweeps
of Ills muscular young arms, and fast
ening one end around his waist se
cured the other end to a sturdy sap
ling near. The men understood his
design without words, and obeyed his
orders promptly.
Dolores watched them with dilating
eyes and her lips close shut, as though
to stifle a cry. When she saw what
V1V
“Let me go; it is my duty.”
young Green was about to do, Bhe
came forward, a world of wonder and
horror and pleading in her eyes that
were larger and darker than usual as
they met the steady blue ones above
her.
“Do not go,” she said, slowly, as
though the words would not come.
“Let me go; it is my duty; but you
—you must not risk your life for
him.”
He replied hurriedly. There was a
swift flashing smile in his eyes as
they met hers. It was pleasant to him
that she cared for his safety, and he
answered her with a swift, brave
smile. He spoke to the men cheerily,
but clearly and concisely; he told
them to hold hard and mind their
work. They were ready, and obeyed
him at once, and without words.
As he turned to let himself down
over the edge he looked toward Do
lores. She was standing apart from
them white and silent, her slender,
graceful figure in its homely print
gown sharply defined against the
drooping pine boughs that swung low
down; her brown eyes were on him
with a great wonder in their depths.
At the time he did not understand,
but he smiled at her, and the smile
was so grave and tender and steady
4jat it seemed to her afterward when
she thought of it that he had spoken.
She neither moved nor spoke; he
believed that she did not see him
though her eyes were on him till he
disappeared over the edge, the rope
making a dull whir through the grass
that stifled all thought in her mind
but the possibility of danger to him,
(To be continued.)
Source of Nervous Impulse.
The theory of Loeb and Matthews
that the nervous impulse, although it
brings in electricity, is far from re
garding the transmission of that im
pulse as identical with a simple elec
trical current. In a medical journal,
Dr. O’Brien advocates the old theory
that nervous current and electrical
current are Identical, because, first,
electricity is always present when
nerves act; second, electricity is the
form of torce which would do the
work required; third, because the ter
minal and central mechanisms con
nected with the nerves correspond to
the terminal and central mechanisms
connected with electrical system of
communication, and do similar work
in sending, receiving, relaying, switch
ing, transforming, accumulating, re
tarding, distributing and translating
impressions, and, fourth, because elec
tricity, with such construction of con
ductors and of terminal mechanisms,
is the only form of force we know of
that would do all the work required.
Vital Statistics of London.
Greater London, which includes all
the suburbs, has a population of 6,581,
372, an increase of just under 1,000,000
in ten years, more than half of which
occurred in the “outer ring.” At the
ages of nineteen, twenty, twenty-one
to twenty-five, and twenty-five to thir
ty, there are more than twice as many
females as males. It is pointed out in
considering the excess of females over
males, account must be taken of the
large number of female domestic serv
ants who are brought into London
from the country. London has 234,
398 female servants, attd only 15,425
men servants. London has less chil
dren than it has had for many years,
but it has more people over forty-five
than ever before.
ARE LOSING INTEREST f
:UBA AND CANADA NOT EAGER
FOR RECIPROCITY.
All Markets Better for Cuba Than One
Market Only, While Canada Will
Not Sacrifice Her Domestic Indus
tries by Tariff Reductions,
In the following comment by the
free trade Springfield Republican
there is more of fact than is custom
ary in that newspaper’s discussion of
tariff matters:
‘‘Cuba is reported to be losing in
terest in the adoption of reciprocity by
the United States, it is finding itself
able to get along very tolerably with
out reciprocity. One of the Minne
sota congressmen says the peopie of
Shat state are becoming more and
more concerned about reciprocity with
Canada, but Canada's interest In reci
procity, under repeated rebuffs from
the United States, has been declining
as interest on this side has been in
creasing.”
It is undoubtedly true that Cuba is
caring less and less about reciprocity.
She never really eared very much
about it. The scheme of tying up
Cuba with a bargain that in the long
run was sure to be a bad one for her,
while it was a viciously unfair and in
jurious bargain for the sugar and to
bacco producers of the United States,
originated with Havemeyer’s Sugar
trust. Cuba was not solicitous about
the arrangement. Havemeyer was.
The Sugar trust literary bureau was
for a time successful In exploiting the
idea that a moral obligation was in
volved on the part of the United
States. Many sincere and conscien
tious people supported the reciprocity
proposition on that ground solely.
They recognized its injustice to a
large and important body of domestic
producers, but they felt bound to re
deem a promise which they were per
suaded to believe had been made at
some time by somebody. They seem
to have lost sight of the fact that no
body had the shadow of a right to
make such a promise or the power to
Kingdom. On Mwtdny e? this wvurS
this very question was under disease
slon in the house of lords. The cable
seport says:
"The Marquis of I-ansdowne, Secre
tary of State for Foreign Affairs, said
the government considered that the
time had come when they should en
deavor to find some means of ascer
taining whether it was possible to ob
tain closer fiscal union with the col
onies; to find some means of protect
ing them if they were subjected to
ill-treatment in consequence of the
preferential treatment they granted
to the mother country, and to discover
means of protecting British interests
against inequitable competition.”
Closer fiscal union with the colonies
and the vital need of discovering
"means of protecting British Interests
against inequitable competition,” such
is and must be British policy. In these
circumstances is it to be for a moment
supposed that Canada, for the sake of
enriching tho manufacturers of the
United States, will enter into a reci
procity arrangement that will stifle
her own industries and at the same
time subject British interests to a still
more "Inequitable competition" than
that which is now complained of?
Such a proceeding on Canada's part is
out of the question. That is why Can
ada is losing interest in the reciprocity
game. That is why the National Reci
procity league and its Minnesota
branch, that is especially devoted to
the Canadian part of the project, are
wasting their time. All the facts and
conditions are against any general
scheme of reciprocity between Canada
and the United States. There will bo
reciprocity when Canada becomes an
integral part of the United States; not
before.
Democratic Opportunities.
Republicans believe in good money,
on a gold basis. In the scheme of be
ing unlike, it behooves the Democrats
to Indorse silver at the Bryan ratio.
Republicans believe in protection.
Therefore let the Democracy howl for
free trade. Republicans believe in
prosperity and have labored with suc
cess to secure this. The Democratic
program, therefore, is to howl in favor
HE WILL NOT BE TEMPTED.
■ ‘■■au... .vt
carry it out—that is nohody but the
United States congress. There is, we
believe, no pretense that congress ever
made such a promise.
But the moral obligation plea so
shrewdly worked up by the Sugar
tiust finally flattened out. For a long
time past it has been patent to the
dullest comprehension that there is no
moral obligation in the case; merely
a business deal In tvhich a favored
number of American manufacturing
and commercial Interests stand to get
greatly the best of the arrangement,
while the Cuban people outside of
those identified with the affairs of the
Sugar trust and the Tobacco and Cigar
trust, are certain to be injured more
ty cutting themselves off from the
world’s markets than they would be*
benefited by giving to the United
States a monopoly of Cuban trade.
This is a view now very generally held
in Cuba. It explains why Cuba is
“losing interest in the adoption of
reciprocity by the United States.”
Similarly true is the Republican’s
assertion that “Canada’s Interest in
reciprocity under repeated rebuffs
from the United States, has been de
clining as Interest on this side has
been increasing.” Canada has found
cut that the United States, even if it
would consent to any sort of reciproc
ity, certainly would not consent to a
reciprocity limited strictly to natural
products. Both Canada and the United
States are sellers of natural products.
Neither is a buyer. Canada would
have much to gain by such reciprocity.
The farmers, lumbermen and fisher
men of the United States would be
the losers. Finding that no such jug
handled swap can be made, Canada
has naturally lost interest in reclproo
ity. Nobody in Canada, possibly ex
cepting the farming, lumber and fish
ing interests, favors reciprocity in
manufactures. Reciprocity in manu
factures would virtually kill every
Canadian manufacturing industry.
Reciprocity of this kind, with a pref
erence in favor of the United States,
would not fail to bitterly offend Great
Britain, to say nothing of Germany,
France and the rest of the world. It
Is doubtful whether the British gov
ernment would tolerate an arrange
ment so unfair and so injurious to the
manufacturing interests of the United
« X
of the good old hard times with Coxey
armies and soup houses. Republicans
make no secret of believing in the in
stitution miscalled "imperialism,” and
but partly described by the word "ex
pansion.” They want the country to
grow and rejoice that it is growing.
They regard the taking of the Philip
pines as having been a duty that to
evade would have been cowardice.
They assert that to keep the Philip
pines is the destiny of this people,
and that this course is the only one
consistent with honor, redounding to
the credit of the United States and to
the benefit of the islands. They hold
that the record of the army has been
clean and honorable, and that the
American soldier fighting under a trop
ic sun does not by this act become a
bandit, a thief or an assassin.
All these points are cited simply for
the purpose of throwing a preserver to
Democracy as it flounders in a slough
of uncertainty. It is different from
Republicanism now, but If it wants to
Increase and emphasize tho difference
the way is easy enough.—Tacomj
Hedger.
Essentially Democratic.
The "Iowa idea” gained all its fol
lowing from those who wanted to at
tack the tariff as a means of hitting
the trusts. The “Iowa idea” repre
sented an effort to lower the prices of
commodities that were thought to be
too high. It was born when beef cat
tle were $8 per hundred pounds. It
voiced the sentiment of a non-pro
ducing class, purchasers, not sellers.
It was a doctrine essentially Demo
cratic, and it had to be put to death
for the good of the country and the
party. It was popular for a time, as
free trade theories always are.—Dej
Moines Capital.
True Americanism.
Senator Hanna showed his truo
Americanism in the matter of his
daughter’s wedding gown. He decid
ed that the material should be Amer
ican made and all the work connectedi
with the construction of the garment;
be done in this country. He placed
no limit on the expense, but stoutly
affirmed that no foreign texture or for;,
eign labor should enter into a make-up
of the trousseau. Good for Marcus.—:
South Bend Tribune.
Geology and Agriculture.
The realm of agricultural knowledge
la broadening. The farmer of to-day
knows more than the farmer of the
past, and the farmer of the future
must be still more widely informed.
New facts are entering Into our agri
cultural problems. Geology even Is
taking Its place in the curriculum of
the learning farmer. Who would have
suspected that learning about geologi
cal formations would help increase
the crops on a certain farm! Yet such
knowledge is proving both valuable
and gratifying to the farmer. To il
lustrate:
The soil survey in Illinois has shown
a few general types of soil, which have
the same characteristics wherever
they are found. This soil has been an
alyzed and tested by pot culture and
its deficiencies noted. The farmer on
such soil has only to know that he
is on such soil to know also how to
treat it to get tho best results. Among
the classes of soils so examined and
analyzed we note the "uuglaclated.”
This soil wherever found has been'
formed from the original rock masses
without the assistance of glaciers.
There Is a large area of this soil in
southern Illinois, comprised largely in
the counties of Massac, Pulaski,
Union, Alexander, Johnson, Pope and
Hardin, and parts of adjoining coun
ties. The ccjnty of Calhoun In the
western part of the state and Jo Da
viess county In the northwest part of
the state also escaped glacial action,
to their own detriment. These ungla
elated soils have been found to con
tain an undesirable amount of acid;
that Is, they are very sour. They are
all exceedingly deficient in nitrogen,
and this nitrogen lack cannot he sup
plied through plants while the soil is
sour, as the nodule bacteria will not
live in acid soil.
But it Is an easy matter to cure
this acidity by the addition of lime In
quantities of 600 to 1,000 pounds per
acre, If the soli is plowed to a depth of
six Inches only. As 4 U
to grow luminous crops qraey ^
put the nitrogen into the soil, the soil
must be lined. Had this been known
years ago, these soils would have'
been treated as Indicated and would
have been yielding profitable harvests.
In fact many of these lands that sell
for |26 per acre are declared by Pro
fessor Cyril G. Hopkins to be as valu
able as the lands worth 6100 per acre
after they have been treated with lime
and devoted for a few years to the
growing of legumes. It is thus that
the geologist and the chemist are
placing within our reach knowledge
that is to double the value of millions
of acres of our farm lands.
Kaffir Corn.
There are two varieties that Kansas
farmers have found most desirable for
forage—the black hulled white and
the red Kaffir, says a bulletin of the
Kansas station. The black hulled
white has a short stocky stalk, with
short joints and quite numerous leaves
of medium large size. The Red Kaffir
Is from seven to ten days earlier than
the white variety, but grows taller,
has a smaller per cent of foliage and
grows a reduced yield of grain. Kaffir
corn can be sowed broadcast or drilled
In rows. The latter method seems to
have proven most satisfactory. It can
be drilled in rows the same distance
apart as corn—three to three and a
half feet apart. The kernels should
be drilled in, one in a place a few Inches
apart in the row. It can be planted
with a grain drill, a one horse corn
drill or a two horse corn planter with
drill attachment. If the grain drill
is used it is best to stop up all but
two holes. The amount of seed the
Kansas station finds best Is one bushel
to five acres, seed weighing 66 pounds
per bushel. The seed should be put
In about as deep as wheat It
should be cultivated same as corn,
but care need be taken not to cultivate
too deep as the roots early in the
plant's growth reach from row to
row. If the crop bo desired for both
grain and fodder it should be cut with
a corn binder, when the seed is ripe
and put Into shocks. The Kansas sta
tion reports the average yield for 11
years as 46 bushels, while corn for
same period averaged 3i% bushels per
acre. Stock soon tire of Kaffir corn
when fed alone. The feed lacks fat,
is deficient in protein and has an ex
cess of starch. Fed alone it is consti
pating to all farm animals. It 'las to;
be fed with laxative feeds fc. obtain
the best results.
Alslke Clover.
From Farmers’ Review: Possibly
some of our readers who own low
lands may be interested in my experi
ence with alslke clover. Eight years
ago I sowed alsike and timothy on 24
acres of rye on reclaimed marsh land.
It has been cut for hay each year
until last season. From one-quarter
to one-third of the hay was alsike and
was well liked by all stock, horses,
cattle and sheep. Last season we had
to pasture the field with cattle and,
horses. The clover seemed thicker
than any time before and was fine pas
ture. This season I have only 22 small
cattle in the field of fifty acres, part
wild grass. On the 24 acres of alsike
it is much heavier than ever before,
being almost as thick as an average
red clover field, while there is con
siderable alslke. growing on other
parts of the field where none was ever
sown. It grows well on low land, even
where water stands on top for two or
three weeks at a time.—Oscar Din-,
widdie. ' i