THE PRODIGAL JUDGE i (^kVauGHAMKESTER. I jjj /UtSTQUJMS ByD.Melviu 1 | Cmmmrnmf *9*0 r~t&ogja Con**-* j-' CHAPTER L The Boy at tt«« Barony. The (J mar da bad not prospered ae thr barren lands of the pine woods wbtther they had emigrated to es cape the malaria ot the tow coast, but this ho longer mattered, tor the last of his nanx- and rare, old General ihtoUif. was dead In tbe great bouse bis father had Unit almost a century before and tbe thin acres of tbe Harvey, where be bad made bis last stand against age and poverty, were te naira bis. bow that be bad given ap tbe struggle la their midst. Though be bad lived continuously a* tbe Harony lor almost a quarter or a century, there was none among hi* neighbor* who could say be bad looked oa that thin, aquiline face in ail that time. That actable man at business. Jona than Crenshaw, was closeted In tbe library wan a stranger to whom rumor fried (ha name of Bladen, sup posing him to be the legal r e pre sented >e of certain remote connec tions at tbe oM general's Crmihaw sat before the Bat-topped mabiH*ju>> desk with several account taat*» before him Bladen stood by the window. ~t suppose you wrtO buy In tbe prop erty when It comes up lor sale?” tbe latter was saying Crenshaw nodded. “Hr bred entirely alone, saw no •me. « understand?" said Bladen 'Atone with bis two or tbree old staves—ye*, sir. He wouldn't even There was a brief pause, then Cren shaw spoke again. “1 reckon, sir. if yon know anything about tbe old gen tlemar. s private affairs you flou t feel no call in speak on that point?" "AH I know la this: General Quin tal* was n cacsplcuoai man In these parts fifty years ago; be married a Beaufort " so u. cia said crenshaw, “and «he*» »* o»e child, a daughter; she teamed a South Carolinian by the f me of TurbeMile. Great folks, those T arbervttle*. ro.iics rich." "And mh.it became ot the daughter oho married TurterviUeT" IRed years ago.” said Crenshaw. They were interrupted by a knock at the door "Come said Crenshaw. The door oyried and a small hey entered the (worn dragging after him a long nhe. Suddenly overcome by a shy ness. he paused OB the threshold to Mare with round. »ordering eyes at the two men. "Well, sonny, what do Joe want?" asked Mr. Crenshaw in digently. Mease, sir. 1 want this here old spotla' nhe." said the child. *1 reckon yon may keep it—at least 1 v* no objection “ Crenshaw glanced at Bladen "Oa. oy all means.” said the Utter Spasms at del let: shoo* the small figure With a murmur that was meant for thanks he backed from the room, cMsmg the door, iiiadea glanced In qstring::' at OteBskav. “Ton «ant to know about nun. atrr Bell, mats Hannibal Wayne Hazard, bat who Hannibal Wayne Hazard U - luft watt a minute, sir”—and quit Gag h i chair Mr Crenshaw hurried I ota the room to return almost lrn tLiediofefy with a tall countryman “Mr Bladen, this Is Bob Taney. Boh. the gentirti.aa wants to hear about ■ be woman %hd (he child; that a your Maty." -Howdy, Mr." said Mr Yancy. He appeared to meditate on the mental «Sort that was required of him. It was lour years ago come next ( artstmaa.” said Crenshaw. ~Otd Christmas." corrected Mr Yancy. "The evening beto, tt was. and Id gone to KxyetteriUe to get my Christmas fcxin's. Just at sundown 1 booked op that blind mule of mine to the cart and started to' home, a mile oot of tows I beard some one slosh lag through the rain alter me. i pulled up and waited, and then I made oot It was a w oman She spoke when she was alongside the cart and says. *000 you drive me oo to the Baronyr When I got down to help ter into the cart I aaw Me was toting a child in her arms Well. sir. Me hardly spoke uatfl we came to the red gm:e. when Mo »»y». Btop. tt you please; l*u watt the rest of the way." The last I seen of her she was hurrying through the rain toting the child in Mr Crenshaw took up the narrative. “When morning come she wat gone, but the child done stayed be hind. I've beard Aunt Alsidla tell as bow the old general said that morn ing. pale and shaking like, ‘You'll hnd a boy asleep In the red room; he's to he fed and cared fo', but keep him out of my sight His name Is Hanni bal Wayne Hazard.' That Is all the general ever said on the matter." The old general was borne across what had once been the west lawn to hi? resting-place in the neglected acre wbere the dead and gone of his race lay. and the record of the family was oomf lete. as far as any man knew. Then Crenshaw, assisted by Bob Yancy. proceeded to secure the great bouse against Intrusion. They passed from room to room se curing doors and windows, and at last stepped out upon the back porch. “Hullo!” said Yancy. pointing. There on a bench by the kitchen door was Hannibal Wayne Hazard asleep, with his old spo’tln' rllle across hla knees. “Well. I declare to goodness!" said Crenshaw. I reckon you'd rather drop a word with yo’ missus before you toted film home?” suggested Yancy. who knew something of the nature of his friend’s domestic thraldom. “A woman ought to te boss In her own house," said Crenshaw. “Feelin' the truth of that. I've never married. Mr. John. But I was going to say, what’s to hinder me from toting that boy to my home?' “If you'll take the boy. Bob. you shan't lose by U.” Yancy rested a big knotted hand on the boy's shoulder. "Come, wake up. sonny:” The child roused with a start and stored into the strange bearded face that was bent toward him. "It's 70 Uncle Bcb." continued Yancy In a wheedling tone. “Here, give us the spo'tin' rille to tote:” Yancy balanced the rifle on his "This,” Said Yancy great palm and his eyes assumed i speculative cast. "I wonder what's to binder us froa , loading this old gun. and tiring this old gun. and bearing this old gut go—bang! EhT The child's blue eyes grew wide. "Please. L'ncle Bob. make it gc j bang!" "You come along, then," and Mr Are Known by Their Titles £nnp*« Reason Why the Western Mind Is Slow to Grasp Nomen clature oi Persian Officials. ("femes* and Arab names have late ly tore* under d-r utsioc Now Per «»n names are as nock In our nrws lupers The trouble with Persians, ticsmr at any rate with all *bo get into the papers Is that they do net «-»rt themselves either by their names or surnames, bu; only by titles What, lor instnnos. I* Sardar Assad, by Which the valient chief of the Bakh tisru Is knows to all newspaper read ers? It ts not s name at aSL bat a title The real nano of the gentle Wf» is Ah Chid, and so. indeed, while Minister of the Integer, he used to m^n ah official papers. But to the world at targe he la only known as Sardar Assad, which means a lion The same applies to other Persians who are wnU known So the European poMse. The present Recent is Xssr-ol Malk Saar means help. Hoik U kingdom, and ul is the definite article Hence. Xasrul-Mulk means simplj the help of the kingdom. The presem prime minister of Persia is Samsam es Sultaneb. This is not his name ai •11 It Is a glorious title, meaning tb< Xever-Uending Sword of the Empire The word "dowleh” means in Persiar "government.” Hence, you • will fine numerous "names” which are noi names at all compounded with Dowleh such as Mushir-ed-Dowleh, counsellor of the government (Mushir being coun seilor and ed denoting in a way th< genitive case). Salared-Dowleh. leader of the government, and so forth.—Phil adelphia Telegraph. Cold-Blooded Advice. Filial disobedience was once assert • d by that amiable old villain, th< ate King Milan of Servia. It was it ae days after his deposition, when hi: hlef object in life seemed to be how nany liquors he could absorb In Parii -> • given time A young attache ol Yancy moved off in the direction of his mule, the child following. Thereafter beguiling speech flowed steadily from Mr. Yancy's bearded lips, in the midst of which relations were established between the mule and cart, and the boy quitted the Barony for a new world. The afternoon sun waned as they went deeper and deeper into the pine woods, but at last they came to their journey's end, a widely scattered set tlement on a bill above a branch. "This,'' said Jr. Yancy, "are Scratch Hill, sonny. Why Scratch Hill? Some say it’s the fleas; others agin hold it’s the eternal bother of making a living here, but whether fleas or living you scratch fo' both." CHAPTER II. Captain Murrell Asks Questions. In the deep peace that rested like a benediction on the pine-clad slopes ol Scratch Hill the boy Hannibal fol lowed at Taney’s heels as that gen tleman pursued the not arduous rounds of temperate industry which made up his daily life. The Barony had been offered for sale and bought in by Crenshaw for eleven thousand dollars, this being the amount of his claim. Some six months later he sold the plantation for fifteen thousand dollars to Na thaniel Ferris, of Currituck county. "There's money in the old place. Bob, at that figure,” Crenshaw told Yancy. "Bladen's got an answer from them South Carolina Qulntards, and they don't know nothing abort the boy," added Crenshaw. "So you can rest easy. Bob; they ain’t going to want him.” “Well, sir, that surely is a passel of comfort to me,” said Yancy. Just beyond the Barony, which was midway between Balaam's and the Hill, down the long stretch of sandy road he saw two mounted figures, then as they drew nearer he caught the flutter of skirts and recognized one of the horsewomen. It was Mrs. Ferris, wife of the Barony's new own er. She reined In her horse abreast of his cart. "Aren't you Mr. Yancy?" she asked. “I am Mrs. Ferris, and I am very pleased to make your acquaintance." “The same here,” murmured Yancy with winning civility. Mrs. Ferris' companion leaned for ward, her face averted, and stroked her horse's neck with gloved hand. “This is my friend. Miss Betty Mal roy.” "Glad to know you, ma'am.” said Y ancy. Miss Malroy faced him, smiling. She was quite radiant with youth and beauty. "We are just returning from Scratch Hill,” said Mrs. Ferris. . “Are Scratch Hill." "And the dear little boy we met Is your nephew. Is he not. Mr. Yancy?” It was Betty Malroy who spoke. "In a manner he is and In a man ner he ain’t,” explained Yancy, some what enigmatically. “Do you know the old deserted cab in by the big pin«?—the Blount place?” asked Mrs. Ferris. "Yes, ma’am, I know it." the British embassy encountered him one evening, and just at the moment that he had reached the pathetic stage. This, It may* be added, was usually about eleven o’clock in the evening. He nearly sobbed on the bo som of the diplomatist, much to his obvious embarrassment, and informed him, between his tears (and drinks), that his son, the late murdered king of Servia. was slowly but surely break ing his heart. *‘I had a letter from him the other .day," he gurgled, “in which he plainly consigned me to the infernal regions. What do you think of that?” The attache was lost in thought for a moment Then, with a sudden burst of Inspiration, he replied, “Well, why not humor him. just for once, and go there?” Woman City Sanitary Officer. Mrs. Mary Carroll has been appoint ed sanitary officer in St Louis. She ! works under the direction of the city's recreation department and visits rest rooms and public comfort stations to see that all sanitary precautions are ; taken and that the places are kept ' perfectly dean. “I am going to have Sunday school there for the children; they shan't he neglected any longer If 1 can help it. Now won’t you let your little nephew come?" “I reckon you-all can count on my newy," Bob said. Hannibal and Yancy were the first to arrive at the deserted cabin in the old field Sunday afternoon. Shy chil dren from the pine woods, big broth ers with little sisters and big sisters with little brothers, drifted out of the encircling forest. Mrs. Ferris’ missionary spirit mani fested itself agreeably enough on the whole. She read certain chapters from the Bible, finishing with the story of David, a narrative that made a deep Impression upon Yancy, com fortably seated in the doorway. "You will all be here next Sunday, won’t you?—and at the same hour?" she said, rising. There was a sudden clatter of hoofs beyond the door. A man, well dressed and well mounted had rid den into the yard. As Mrs. Ferris came from the cabin he flung him self out of the saddle and, hat in hand, approached her. "I am bunting a place called the Barony; can you tell me if I am on the right road?" he asked. He was a man in the early thirties, graceful and powerful of build, with a band some face. "It is my husband you wish to 6ee? I am Mrs. Ferris." "Then General Quintard is dead?" His tone was one of surprise. “His death occurred over a year ago, and my husband now owns the Barony; were you a friend of the gen eral’s?" "No, madam; he was my father's friend, but I had hoped to meet him." His manner was adroit and plausible. “Will you ride on with us to the Barony and meet my husband, Mr. -?*’ she paused. “Murrell—Captain Murrell. Thank you; I should like to see the old place. I should highly value the priv ilege,” then his eyes rested on Miss Malroy. "Betty, let me present Captain Mur rell." The captain bowed, giving her a glance of bold admiration. By this time the children had strag gled off into the pine woods as si lently as they had assembled; only Yancy and Hannibal remained. Mrs. Ferris turned to the former. "If you will close the cabin door. Mr. Yancy, everything will be ready for next Sunday," she said, and moved toward the horses, followed by Mur rell. Betty Malroy lingered for a mo ment at Hannibal’s side. "Good-by, little boy; you must ask your Uncle Bob to bring you up to the big house to see me," and stoop ing she kissed him. "Good-by, Mr. Yancy." ^ CHAPTER III. Trouble at Scratch Hill. Captain Murrell had establish* himself at Balaam's Cross Roads. He was supposed to be Interested In the purchase of a plantation, and In com pany with Crenshaw visited the nu merous tracts of land which the mer chant owned. "The Barony would have suited me," he told Bladen one day. They had just returned from an excursion into the country and were seated In the lawyer’s office. “You say your father was a friend of the old general’s?” said Bladen. “Years ago, in the north—yes," an swered Murrell. Murrell regarded the lawyer In si lence for a moment out of his deeply sunk eyes. “Too bad about the boy," he said at length slowly. “How do you mean. Captain?" asked Bladen. “I mean it’s a pity he has no one except Y’ancy to look after him,” said Murrell; but Bladen showed no in terest and Murrell went on: “Has Yancy any legal claim on the boy?" “No, certainly not; the boy was merely left with Yancy because Cren shaw didn’t know what else to do with him." uet possession or mm, and if I don't buy land here I’ll take him west with me,” said Murrell quietly. ~l am willing to spend live hundred dob lars on this it necessary.” Til have to think your proposi tion over,” said Bladen. The immediate result of this con versation was that within twenty-four hours a man driving two hordes hitched to a light buggy arrived at Scratch Hill In quest of Bob Yancy. whom he found at dinner and to whom he delivered a letter. Mr. Yancy was profoundly impressed by the attention, for bolding the letter at arm’s length, he said: “Well, sir, I’ve lived nigh on to forty years, but I never got a piece of writing befo'—never, sir. People, If they was close by, spoke to me, If at a distance they hollered, but none i of ’em ever wrote.” "What’s your answer?” demanded the stranger. "You tell him I'll be monstrous ; glad to talk It over with him any time | he fancies to come out here.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Reviving Old Mackintoshes. Shabby old mackintoshes can be ! made as good as new at home for a small outlay, and by the exercise of a little care and patience. Boil a little linseed oil and add to this about 20 drops of terebene (to be had at any chemist's). While hot apply this mix ture to the mackintosh with a brush. Allow it about 48 hours to dry in. and then wash th6 whole over with India rubber solution dissolved in methy lated spirits to the thickness of cream. Leave this another two days to dry and the mackintosh will be found to have a smaath and bard surface, as calculated to resist all moisture as when the coat was new. The same process will, o fcourse, do for rain hats, sponge bags and all water-proof ed things. Peculiar Freak of Nature. A very strange sight is a white De gress at present In Berlin with a troupe of black warriors. Her child and her sisters are black, as are all others of the family, and. like a freak of nature, the woman is quite white, skin aa well as hair. RAISING HORSES FOR GENERAL FARM WORK MADE PROFITABLE Possible to Breed Farm Mares and Make Lucrative Bust* ness Out of Colts at Very Small Expense — With Large Animals There Is Better Profit in Raising Mule Colts. i Champion Sire Stallion, **Tatton Harold." i ue mauer oi supplying teams lor a farm of any site Is one that is a mat ter of importance from the purely business standpoint, as well as from personal interest. There was a time when this question was very general for farmers who had land at all suit able for the business to raise their own colts to supply the deficiency from time to time in the teams for farm work. It is less so now in these days when making a specialty of things has reached the point that seems almost a craze. I am old fogy enough to like the “good old ways," says a writer in the Farm Progress, and I still think that on the great majority of farms, if not absolutely all of them, it will pay to raise all the colts that may be needed for use on the farm, and any more that can be raised without inter fering with the farm work. There has not often, if ever, been a time in the last two generations when it did pay to raise good horses. And now, although power vehicles and power-driven implements have cer tainly taken the place of a vast num ber of horses, first-class animals are selling at as good prices as they ever did. Consequently, there is profit in the business, even if at times It is a little inconvenient. The thrifty farmer will generally make something out of every depart ment, if possible, on the farm where general farming is done. The amount that can be made will depend alto gether on the capacity of the individ : ual to supply the executive ability needed to do justice to a variety of I interests. Not long ago I took a drive of ten miles with a man who was taking me to his home on the farm. He was driv ing a sorrel mare of about medium weight, and extremely quick and alert in her movements. She was not fast, but seemed to go along at a good, steady trot, and was reeling off not I less tnan a mile in nve minutes. Her activity and quick movements made me think she was a young mare, as she had none of the appearance of age. I said to the owner, "That mare looks like a mare it would pay to get some colts from.” “I have been breeding her, but have quit now,” he replied. “She will soon be twenty-one years old, and I have had fourteen colts from her since she was seven. They were all good, and the youngest, now six months old, looks as good as any of the rest did.” This mare had been doing farm work mostly during all that time, and was used a great deal for driving, because she was quick and always ready to go. The fourteen colts no doubt averaged $150 as three-year-olds. A few years ago I had a mare with the same qualities from which I got some splendid colts, . used her for farm work as well as driv ing; still she was twenty-five years old when she died from an acute at tack of colic. Some of her colts sold as high as $175 each. Of course, it is sometimes a little annoying to either drive or plow with a mare with a young colt, but fall colts, as a rule, do not give nearly so ; much trouble as those that come in the spring. This makes it possible to ; breed farm mares and make a profita ble business out of colts at a very small expense. I never half-starved our colts. When foaled in the fail they were ready to run to pasture by spring, and it is a very poor farmer who cannot supply ample pasturage for colts at least nine months in the year. But with plenty of clover hay, or pea hay. colts can get along with very little grazing or grain. If, therefore, any one is in a posi tion to get some colts from work mares I would counsel them, by all means, to breed them. In most cases, with large mares, there is a better profit in breeding to a jack and raising mule colts. MAKE THE CROP FIT THE SOIL Farmer Needs to Study Require ments of Various Crops He Grows and Plan for Rotation. (By \Y. M. KELLEY.) There is no use in trying to achieve success with & soil not fitted to the ' crop. We must make a more intelli I gent study of the selection of crops that are better adapted to our soils and that can be made to return larger and more certain profits. There is something that is very interesting about the preference of crops for cer tain soils and climates. One of the first things for farmers to learn is to find out which crops are best adapted to his soil and grow them on his farm. He needs to study the requirements of the various crops j : that he grows and plan his rotation ! j of crops so that each crop may be 1 grown under the most favorable ccn | ditions. While I am a staunch friend of sta ble manure and constantly urging the I keeping of more and better farm 1 stock, yet I can see the necessity of facing the situation in a practical man | ner. The average farmer has reached a ' point where stable manure will not supply the adequate amount of plant food to produce the maximum yield of grain and other farm crops, and the only sensible thing to do is to supply tbe deficient elements. The generality of soils on onr stock farms are deficient in mineral fertil ity, especially phosphorus, and it is clearly to our interest to supply this one element to our soils if we fit the soils to tbe needs of our crops. On soils possessing an abundance of hnmus and nitrogen we may purchase the phosphorus in the form of the raw i ground phosphate rock and mix it with the stable manure, but on soils that are lacking in humus and nitro- ; gen better results will be obtained by using acid phosphate, which is read ily available to the growing crops. With clover and manure plowed un der, to liberate potash, and supple mented with this purchased phospho rus, the fertility problem will be solved on the average stock farm. On many types of soil potash will be needed, but the average stock farm j in the middle west has plenty of pot- j ash locked up in its soil to produce j good crops for a hundred years or more. — . . Iowa Farms. Within ten years farm lands and buildings in Iowa have increased 117 per cent, in value, and the average val ue per farm has increased 130 per cent. _ Planting Evergreens. Evergreens ought to be planted aa j early as possible. — READY RESULTS FROM A DAIRY Cow Is Constant Quantity as Far as Her Production Is Con cerned — Regular Money Crop. The great value of dairying in con nection with mixed or diversified farming is that the cow -is a constant quantity, so far as her production of milk is concerned. She can be banked on more than poultry, hogs or field crops to yield a constant amount of salable products every week. If she is given a variety of good feeds and general good care. This cash coming in at regular and frequent intervals from dairying en ables the farmer of moderate means t-> use the money to good advantage as it is needed, for general running expenses and making things go. Fbr this reason the average dairyman should become prosperous and have a well-improved farm. The only regular money crop for the farm is that which comes from the dairy house. Every week the milk and butter goes out and the money comes back. The modern dairyman seldom has to go to the bank to borrow money to t de him over till he sells his crops, because he is selling his crops every week. Plum Curculio. This beetle is the scourge of the plum grower. No method of fighting it has given complete success. This is so true that an old plum ex pert lately said: “The best way to fight it is to pasture hens in the plum grove. 150 to the acre.” Where this plan is feasible It is a help not to be despised, and we can not afford to despise any help in fighting this formidable enemy. There may be some kind of fowls which shy at bugs, but the Leghorns have the credit of good bug eaters. Arsenical poisons are some help in cleaning out curculio; also hogs In the orchard do good. Cattle and sheep also destroy the insects by eating the wormy fruit. “I’M ONLY A LITTLE GIRL” Failing Eyesight Responsible for an Old Man’s Mistake—Rebuke Hardly Effective. A certain group of youngsters in an exclusive West side residential section had been very noisy throughout the forenoon. The children were still doing their utmost to imitate a bedlam, when a very angry old man appeared at the door of a nearby apartment house. He was quite old, and it was evident that his eyesight was not the best, but he finally succeeded in picking out a youngster who was aiding very strenu ously in the noise making. The aged man walked over to the child, took it by the hand and walked back to the apartment. When he reached the doorway he turned to the child and said: ‘‘Don't you know it’s against the law to make so much noise?” “Yes. sir," was the meek reply. “Well, don't you know that you'll be arrested and put in jail, and then you can never be president of the United States?” “Please, sir?” replied the child. "1 don’t care; I'm only a little girl. ’— New York Mail. 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