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Ellsworth Ycrcmg
• SYNOPSIS.
The story opens with Jesse Smith re
lating the story of his hlrth, early iife in
Labrador and of the death of Ids father.
Jesse becomes u sailor.*
CHAPTER II.—Continued.
I disrenu-mber which port—some
Whercs up the St. Lawrence where we
loaded lumber for the Gulf o’ Mexico,
but the captain and me was away fish
ing. Mother had come from the Lab
rador to find me, old gray mother. She
put on her round horn spectacles to
smile at the mate aft, and the second
mate forward, the or’nary seaman
painting in the name board, and Bill
In his bos'n's chair a-tarring down the
rigging, and the bumboat laundress
who'd been tearing the old man's
Bhirt-fronts. She just sat happy at the
sight of the Pawnticket, and she sure
ly admired everything, from Old Glory
to Blue Peter—until our nigger cook
came and spilled slops overside.
Seems he’d had news of the lady, and
came to grin' but was back in his gal
ley, like a rabbit to his borrow, while
she marched up the gangway. “Can’t
abide dirt,” says mother, and even the
new boy heard not a word else 'cept
the splash. For mother just escifrted
that nigger right through the galley,
out at the other end, over the port
rail, and boosted him into the, blue
harbor, for the first and only bath
he'd ever had. Then she took off her
horn spectacles, her old buckskin
gloves, and her bonnet, and sot to
cleaning a galley which hadn’t teen
washed since the days of President
Lincoln. She hadn’t time to listen to
the wet nigger or the mate, and carry
a man on board could get more than
yea or nay out of mother. She
cooked them a supper too good to be
eaten and spoilt, then set the dishes
to rights, got the lamp a-shining, and
axed to be shown round the ship.
The cap’n and me comes back along
with the dinghy, makes fast, and
climbs aboard. There's old gray moth
er, w’ith the horn specs, calm in her
own kitchen, just tellin' us to set right
down to supper. Cap'n lives aft. and I
belongs up forrard. being ordinary
seaman, and less important aboard
than the old man's pig. Yet somehow
mother knew, feeding us both in the
galley, and standing by while we fed.
Never a word, but mother had a light
for Captain Smith’s cigar, and her
eyes looking hungry at me for fear
she’d be sent ashore.
“Well, ma'am,” Eays the captain,
"sent your baggage aft? Oh, we’ll
soon get your baggage aboard.”
Then I heard him on deck seeing
mother's dunnage into the spare berth
aft, and the nigger’s turkey thrown
out on the wharf.
Sort of strange to me remembering
mother, gaunt, bitter-hard, always in
the right, with lots to say. And here
was little mother sobbing her heart
out on the breast of my jersey. Just
the same mother changed. Said she
was fed up with the Labrador, coming
away to see the world, meet folks, and
have a good time; but would 1 be
ashamed of having her with me at
nca .
Shamed? All the ways down tc
Joe Beef’s clear to Rimouski you’ll
hear that yarn today, of how the old
sea custom of winning a berth :n fall
fight was practiced by a lady, aboard
of the Pawnticket.
You’ve heard of ship's husbands
but w^’d the first ship’s mother. Ant
the way she crep’ in was surely insidi
ous. Good word that. She’s got t<
be queen, and the schooner’s a set
palace, when we suddenly discovers
she only signed as cook.
Now we’re asleep at eleven knob
on a beam wind, and Key West widi
on the starboard bow, the 6ame beinf
In the second dog-watch when I’m in
vlted aft. There’s the old man settini
in the captain’s palace, there’s mothei
at the head of the table sewing, ant
she asks me to sit in the mate's sea
as if I was chief officer instead o
master's dog.
"Son," says she—queer, little, sof
chuckle, “son. You’ll never guess.’’
j I was sort of sulky at having riddlei
put.
Then tile old man gets red to th<
gills, giggling. He slaps hisself 01
his fat knee and wriggles. Then hi
ap and kisses mother with a bi|
smack right on the lips.
“Can’t guess?" says mother.
“I’m the old man." he giggles, “she'
the old woman." Then he reached ou
his paw. "Put her there, son!" say
he; "what's yer name, boy?”
He'd a hand like a bear traf
“Smith!" I squealed. "Smith!”
■'Fast," says he. "Fill yourself a
goblet of that ’ere sherry wine, with
some sugar. Drink, you cub, to Cap
tain and Mrs. Smith. Now off with
ye, and pass the bottle forrard."
Next day. or next week, or maybe
the Monday following, the ship’s got a
headache, with the sky sitting down
on the mastheads, the sea like oil, the
sheets slapping the shadows on the
deck, where the tar boils, and our feet
is like overdone toast.
The sky’s like copper edged with
sheet lightning, then there’s scud in
a hurry overhead, the horizon folding
in. and a funnel-shaped cloud to the
southard wrapping up the sky. There’s
no air. and I noticed the binnacle
alight, so it must have been nigh dark
under that funnel cloud. Just as it
struck, some one called out “AH
aboard!" and I heard the mate yell,
“You mean, ail overboard!”
Couldn't see much at first, as l was
busy getting mother out of the
drowned cabin. When I’d passed a
halyard round her and the -stump of
the mizzen, I'd just breathing time.
The 6ea was flattened, white under
black sky, and what was left of us
was mostly blowing about..
Dad was just taking command again
of what remained. No use shouting
either, so he hung on and beckoned.
The masts overside were battering
holes in us, until we cut adrift. Then
to the pumps, but that was sort of
ex officio just to keep us warm. Work
In's warmer than waiting.
Being timber-laden we couldn’t sink,
which was convenient. But, as mother
said, there wasn’t any grub on the
roof, and we couldn’t go down-stairs.
For instance, we wanted a drink of
water.
Well, now. we been three days re
freshing our parched mouths with beer
stories, when a fishing vessel comes
along smelling salvage. Happens he’s
one of them felucca-rigged dago swine
out of lnvicta, Texas. His charges
was quite moderate, too, for a breaker
of water and some fancy grub—until
we seen the bill.
1 never knew till then that our old
man was owner. Of course that’s all
right, only he’d run astern with his
insurance. That’s why he’d stay with
the ship, so it’s no good talking. As
to mother, she come aboard the fe
luccy, ship’s cat in her arms, aud a
sort of cold, dumb, going-to-be-good
and-it’s-killin’-me sort of smile. She
bore up brave until she struck the
number-one smell in the dago's cabin.
’’It’s too much,” she says, handing ine
the cat, ‘‘too much. I'm going back
to drown clean."
But I was to 6tay with our sailors
aboard the dago, to fetch lnvicta quick,
and bring a tug. Dad trusted me.
even to play the coward and quit him.
I dread to think back on the passage
of four days to the port of lnvicta
Now in them days I was fifteen, and
considered homely. The mouth I got
would be large for a dog, smile—six
and three-quarters. Thar ashore at
; Boosted Him^ Into the Blue Harbor.
Invicta, I'd still look sort of cheerful,
: so all them tug skippers took me for
a joke. It was four days and three
i nights 6ince I’d slept, so I suppose I'd
look funny wanting to hire a tug.
! I showed power of attorney, wrote
i in indelible pencil on dad's old dicky
- cravat, but the tugs expected cash,
i and the agents went back on me.
Nothin’ doing Saturday nights at
the office, tug crews all ashore, but
i the port will get a move on Monday,
t Trust grown men to know more n a
i mere boy. The glass is down the gulls
is flying inland, thar's weather brew
. ing. I seen in my mind the sprays
lash over the wreck.
It was dark when 1 went to the
wharves with Captain McGaw to see
the Pluribus Unum. He’d show me a
tug cheap at ten thousand cash—
stores all complete, steam up. engineer
on the premises, though he’d stepped
ashore for a drink. Cute cabin he'd
got on the bridge, cunning little glory
hole forrard. Why, everything was
real handy, so that I only had to bat
him behind the ear with a belaying
pin. and he dropped right down the
fore hatch. All I wanted now was a
navigating officer 1 could trust.
Which brings me to Mr. McMillan,
our own second mate, buying a dozen
fried oysters in a card box with a wire
handle, all for twenty-five cents,
though the girl seemed expecting a
kiss.
‘‘Hello, Frankie," says 1, slapping
him on the back. A foremast hand
can make his officer act real dignified
with less. "Say, Mac! D’ye know
what Greed done?” I grabbed his
oysters. “Greed, he choke puppy,"
says I, and in my mind I seen the
gulls wheel around the wreck, where
something’s lying huddled. "Come on.
puppy!" says I, waving Frankie down
the street with them oysters, so all
the traffic pauses to admire, and our
second officer is running good. More
things I said, escorting him maybe a
mile aboard of the Pluribus Unum.
And there I ate them oysters while
he was being coarse and rude, but all
the time I seen the wreck heave sick
and sodden on the swell of the gulf,
the circling gulls, and how they drove
down, pecking at a huddle of torn
clothes beside the wheel.
Up thar on the tug’s masthead I was
owning to being in the wrong, while
Frankie Mac was promising faithful
to tear my hide off over my ears when
i m caugnt.
“Please, sir,” says I, “it ain't so
much the oysters worries me. It’s
this yer Cap'n McGaw I done em
bezzled. Cayn't call it kidnaped 'cause
he's over sixty, but I stunned him
illegal with a belaying-pin, and I
hears him groaning—times when you
stops to pant.”
But Frankie Mac wouldn’t believe
one word until he went down ir. the
fore peak to Inquire, while I applied
the hatch, and battened down.
So you see I'd got a tug, and the
crew aboard, so the next thing was to
take in the hawsers, shove off, and let
her drift on the ebb.
It's a caution to eee how many taps
and things besets an engine-room, all
of ’em heaps efficient. The first thing
I handled proved up plenty steam, for
my left arm was pink and blisters for
a week. Next 1 found a tap called
bilge-valve injection, which lets in the
sea when you wants to sink the ship.
I turned him full, and went to sit on
the fore hatch while I sucked my arm,
and had a chat with the crew.
They was talkative, and battering
at the hatch with an ax, so I’d hardly
a word in edgeways. Then they got
6cared we'd blow up before we
drowned. Alius in my mind I’d see
them gulls squawkin’ around the
wreck, and mother fighting them
That heaped thing by the wheel was
dad, for I seen the whites of his eyes
as the ship lurched him. An’ the
gulls—
Cap’n McGaw was pleadin' with me,
then Mr. McMillan. They swore they’d
take me to the wreck for nothin’
they'd give their Bible oath, they’d
sign agreements. McGaw had a wife
and family ashore. McMillan was in
love.
I turned off the bilge-valve injection
opened the fore hatch, and set them
two to work. They was quite tame
and that night I slept—only to wake
up screechin’ at the things I seen in
dreams.
Seven days we searched for the
wreck before we gave up and quit, a<
least the captains did. Then nighl
came down black overhead, with the
swell all phosphorescent. I alius think
of mother In a light sea under a black
sky, like it was that night, when oui
tug run into the wreck by accident.
I jumped first on board. The pool
hulk lay flush with the swell, lifting
and falling just enough to roll the thir
green water, all bright specks, across
and across the deck. Mother wai
there, her bare arm reaching out, hei
left hand lifting her skirt, her face
looking up, dreaming as she turned
| and turned, and swayed, in a slos
dance. It’s what they calls a waltz
and seems, as 1 stood watching, l'c
almost see the music swaying her as
she wove circles, water of stars pour
ing over her bare feet. Seems thougl
the music stopped, and she came
GET LIVING AMUSING OTHERS
Roughly Estimated, Ten Per Cent, of
the Population Caters to the
Pleasure of the Rest.
It has been roughly estimated that j
10 per cent, of us, the people of the :
United States, keep busy and earn our i
living by amusing the other 90 per
cent., according to the World’s Work.
This 10 per cent, includes those who
do the actual work of amusing; sing
ers in grand opera, light opera, con
cert; actors in the "legitimate’’ thea
ters, vaudeville, in burlesque, in small
shows; performers in the various de
partments of the innumerable circuses,
carnivals, street fairs, baseball play
ers, football players, basket ball play
ers, motor races, aviators, boxers, in
numerable exponents of innumerable
Torms of professional sports.
.t Includes also the people wbo pro
mote trees amusements; who incor
porate companies and manufacture
devices to be used in amusing—film
companies with armies of employes
In the moving picture field, for ex
Staple* the poodle in their large offlce
forces; the people who manage and |
direct theaters, amusement pa^ks, race !
courses, athletic fields, etc.; stage
hands, mechanicians, electricians and ;
employes In counUess other ramifica- j
tions of the general business of amuse
ment. -
It includes those who originate j
schemes of entertainment, those who :
finance them, those who manage them,
those who execute them, those press
agents, advance men, sign painters.
"Bpielers” and “barkers," etc., who ad
vertise them and draw the attention
of the rest of us—the patrons who com
prise the other 90 per cent.
Thinks Aged Must Deserve Respect.
Many people tell you that you must
be respectful to older people, quite
leaving out of the question whether or
not they’re worthy of respect I’ve
known some of the most obstinate,
bad-mannered, unkind, unjust old peo
ple; whose faults were borne in silence
because they were old. I’ve known a
grandmother who would actually
briber her grandchildren to disobey
tbeir mother, her daughter-in-law. I've
known an old man who by his un
ceasing bullying and heckling actually
broke down the health of his son, who
was carrying a heavy burden of care,
but who might still be a well man it
his father had not literally worried
him into sickness. In both these cases
I hold that the respect of the daugh
ter-in-law and the son were misplaced,
and that the old folks should not have
been allowed to subject their kin to
sucb ill treatment. Just being old is
no guarantee of qualities worthy of
respect.—Woman's Home Companion.
English Poetry as Chants.
Masterpieces of English literature
are now being set to chant music by
the West London Ethical society.
Swinburne’s "The Holy Spirit of Man,"
Walt Whitman's “Whoever You Are,"
and Wordsworth’s “The Soul That
Rises Within Us" are among the po
ems lately thus sung, partly as un
accompanied solo, partly as harmon
ized chant The president of the so
ciety entertains the rather bold hope
of eventually obtaining the introduc
tion into English church service of
readings from the masters of English
literature.
straight to me. Speaks like a 111’
small girl. "Oh, mummy,” she says,
“look,” and draws h^r hands apart so,
just as if she was showing a long rib
bon, "watered silk,” she mutters,
"only nine cents a yard. Oh, mayn't
I, mayn’t I, mummy?”
And there was dad, with all that
water of stars, washing across and
across him.
CHAPTER III.
Youth.
A dog sets down in his skin, tail
handy for wagging—all his posses
sions right thar.
Same with me, setting on the b^ach.
with a cap. jersey, overalls, sea bt-ots.
paper bag of peanuts, beached wreck
of the old Pawnticket in front, and
them two graves astern. Got mcre’n
a dog has to think about, more to re
member, nothin’ to wag. Two days I
been there, and the peanuts is getting
When He Moves, There’s a Tinkle ol
Iron.
few. Little gray mother, dad. the
Happy Ship, just dead, that's all. dead.
I didn't hear the two horses ccme,
but there's a young person behinn me
sort of attracting attention. When he
moves there’s a tinkle of iron, creak
ing leather, horsy smell, too, and pres
ently he sets down along of me, cross
legged. I shoved him the peanuts, but
he lit a cigarette, offering me one
Though he wasn't, he just felt same
- as a seafaring man. so I didn't mind
him being there.
He wanted to look at my sheath
knife, and when 1 handed it he seen
the lettering "Green River" on the
blade. He’d been along Green Rivet
and there’s no knives like that.
Then I’d got to know about them
iron things on his heels—spurs. We
threw peanuts, my knife agin his
spurs, and he won easy. Queer how
all the time he's wanting to show him
self off. He'd never seen salt ’vatet
before. So we went in swimming, and
afterward there's a lunch he'd goi
with him—quart of pickled oniGns,
and cigarettes.
This 6tranger begins to throw me
horse talk and cow stories. It seems
cow-punchers is sort of sailors of the
plains, only it’s different. Seafaring
men gets wet and cold, and wrecked,
but cow-boys had adventures instead
excitement, red streaks of life. Fol
lowing the sea, I been missing life.
Why, this guy ain’t no more’n twc
years older’n me—say, seventeen, but
he's had five years ridin’ for one man,
four years for another, six years in
Arizona, then three in Oregon, until
he’s added up about half a century
Says his name’s Bull Durham.
Well, his talk made me small and
mean as a starved cat, but that was
, nothing to the emotions at the cthei
end of me when he got me on one ot
them horses. 1 wanted to walk. Walk!
The most shameful things he knew
was walking and telling lies. If 1
walked he’d have nothing more to dc
with me. I rode till we got to the
ferry.
You know In books how there's a
line of stars acrost the page to show
the author’s grief. 1 got ’em bad by
the time we rode into Invicta City
Draw the line right thar:
• •«•••
We’re having supper at the Falla
dium, and I’m pretty nigh scared
There’s a menu to say what's coming
in French so you don’t know whal
you’re eating, and durned if I can find
out whether to tackle an a la mods
with fingers or a spoon. Bull says it’*
only French for puckeroo, a sort ol
■ four-legged burrowing bird which in
habits silver mines, but If I don't Bfc«
that, the lady will fetch me a foe par
Well, I orders one, and by the lady's
face 1 see 1 done wrong, even before
she complair^ to the manager. I’m
surely miserable to think I’ve insulted
a lady.
The manager’s suspicious of me. but
Bull talks French so rapid that even
froggy can’t keep up, although he
smiles and shrugs, and gives us sang
fraws to drink.
This sort of cocktail I had, was the !
first liquor I'd tasted. It’s powerful !
as a harbor tug, dropping me out of
the conversation, while the restaurant |
turns slowly round with a list to star- j
board, and Bull deals for a basket in j
the front window full of decorated J
eggs. Says they’re vintage eggs, all ;
verd-antique and bookay. For years 1
the millionaires of Invicta has shrunk ,
from the expense. My job when we
leaves is to carry the basket, ’cause j
Bull’s toting a second-handed saddle. |
I dunno why Bull has to introduce
me to the gentleman who keeps the
peanut store down street—seeing I’d
dealt there before. Anyway, I'm intro
duced to Affable Jon^s, and I’m the
Markis of 'Worms—the same being a
nom de plume. We proceeds to the
opery-house. climbs in through a little
hind window, and finds a dressing
room. Affable Jones dresses up as a
monk. Bull Durham claims he’s rigged
out already as a vice-bishop, aud I’m
to be a chicken, ’cause I’m dealing
vintage eggs in the cotillon. -All the
same, I’n left there alone for hours,
and it’s only when they comes back
with a cocktail that I'll consent to
dressing up as a chicken—which in
passing out through that 111’ window is
some crowded. We proceeds up street,
me toting eggs, and practicing chicken
talk, and it seems the general public
is surprised.
so we comes to the Masonic Hall,
which is all lights, and band, and fash
ionable persons rigged out in fancy
dress, dancing the horse doover. I
got the name from Bull, who 6ays that
the next turn is my day boo m the
omiet cotillion. Seems it’s all ar
ranged, tot^ Affable Jones lines up
the ladies on the *)eft, the dudes on
the right, all the length of the hall
Bull marches up the middle, spurs
trailin' behind him. and there's me
dressed as a chicken, with a basket
of eggs, wondering whether this here
cow-boy is two persons I 6ee, or only
the one 1 can hear. Band's playing
soft, Affable serves out tin spoons to
the dudes, and I deals each a deco
rated egg, laying it careful in the bowl
of the spoon, till there's only a few
left over, and I’m safe along with Bull
So far everybody seems pleased
Bull whispers in my ear. "Make for
the back door, you son of a sea cook,’
which ofTends me, being true; waves
an egg at the band for silence, and
calls out, “Ladies and gents.” Prom
the back door 1 seen how all the dudes
has to stand dead still for fear of
dropping an egg.
"Ladies," says Bull, “has any oi
you seen a live mouse? On the way
up among you. seems I’ve dropped my
mouse, and it’s climbing skirts for
solitude.”
Then there's shrieks, screams, la
dies throwing themselves into the
arms of them dudes, eggs dropping
squash, eggs going bang, Bull throw
ing eggs at every man not otherwise
engaged, and such a stink that all the
lights goes out. I'm grabbed by the
scruff of the chicken, run out through
the back door, and slung on the back
of a horse. Bull's yelling “Ride! Ride!
Git a move on!” He’s flogging the
horse with his quirt, he's yelling at
me: "Ride, or we’ll be lynched!”
My mouth's full of feathere, chick
en’s corning all to pieces—can't r:de—
daresn't fall off. So on the whole 1
dug the chicken's spurs into Mr
Horse, and rode like a hurricane in a
panic. A11 of which reminds me that
the hinder parts of an imitation oird
is comforting whar she bumps. Still,
draw them stars across.
**•••«
I'm feeling better with twenty miles
between me and Invicta City. The
sun transpires over the eastern sky
line, the horses is taking a roll. I’m
seated on the remnants of the chicken,
and Bull Durham says I'm his adopt
ed orphan.
Looking back it seems to me that
the first night’s proceedings was calm
Thar was the fat German fire brigade
pursuing an annual banquet across
lots by moonlight, all on our way
north, too, till the wagon capsized iD
a river.
Thar was the funeral obsequies of a
pig, late deceased, with municipal
honors, until we got found out.
Then we was an apparition of an
gels at a revival camp, only Bull’s
wings caught fire, and spoiled the
whole allusion.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Imagination in Dreamland.
A man who aw;ake is most prosaic,
whose mind is commonplace, who is
utterly unable to invent a story or
write a drama, will asleep have the
most astonishing flights of imagina
tion. He imagines a story. He
peoples it with players, men, women
and animals, and each one of them—
even the animals at times—speaks bis
part as perfectly as if he actually were
alive.
SHOW THE GAMBLING SPIRIT
Bidders at Auction Sales. Without
Funds, Find Delight in Just Avoid
ing Being Shown Up.
One of the funny sights, to the per
son who didn’t bid at all, at the Mor
ris Park real estate auction, was the
look of high courage, shading insen
sibly into reckless daring, on the face
of some man who was bidding $800
when he knew be would have trouble
raising 30 cents.
“A-trun dolls! A-trun dolls!” the
auctioneer would call, trippingly on
the tongue. “A-trun dolls! Going at
a-trun dolls. Going! Unless!” The
strain on. the bidder’s face would be
terrible to behold. What on earth was
he going to do if the lot was knocked
down-to him? What was he going to
do, he asked you, with wild, beseech
ing eyes.
“Why doesn’t somebody go on and
bid? I don’t want the darn lot." he
whispered to his next neighbor one
night.
“Ateny-flve, Ateny-flve!" called the
auctioneer, lust then.
“■What does he say?" queried the
reckless one.
“Eight-twenty-five. You've lost your
lot.”
“Ain't that the plague-take-it luck!"
said the reckless one, who was also
resilient. "Neb mind. I’ll get another
chance before this thing ia over."—
New York Post.
That Vacarit Chair.
Perhaps it is more sad when a chaii
is vacant in life than in death. Men
make a feast. Many who might belong
at the table are not there. Death has
not claimed them. What the world
votes to be failures has kept them
away. In the race as it is run they are
the laggards. Perhaps, in our reckon
ing they will never win. Had you
noticed how in the next generation
their children almost always arrive?
The poor man's son is the rich man
of tomorrow.and the children of “fail
ures" are the country’s future success
es. There is an ebb and flow of for
tune which mast surely reconcile us
all to the rhythm of being. Who dares
estimate life by a single generation?
—Los Angeles Times,
HUAU5 FAT FUK I FltlYUitLVLS
Incidents Related Whereby Several
Southern Farmers Profited by Im
provements Made by State.
The direct effect that changing bad
I roads into good roads has upon land
| values and marketing prices, as well
' as the general economic welfare of
j the community, is shown in several
! concrete illustrations which were
: gathered by the United States de
; partment of agriculture. In Lee
| county, Virginia, a farmer owned 100
j acres which he offered to sell for $1,
800. In 1908 his road was improved,
j and although the farmer fought 'the
j improvement, he has since refused
| $3,000 for his farm. A near-by tract
of 188 acres Is said to have been sold
[ for $6,000. ^fter road improvement,
the same farm was sold for $9,000. In
Johnson county, Alabama, the people
voted a bond Issue for $250,000 for
road improvement. The selling value
at that time was $5 to $15 per acre.
The selling price is now from $15 to
$25 per acre.
In another state, two farmers liv
ing at equal distance from a cotton
market learned by telephone that cot
ton had gone up In price one dollar
per bale. The farmer on the bad
road hauled one bale of cotton which
was all he could get over that road.
The other farmer on the good road
was able to haul four bales. The man
; on the good road gained four dollars
by the rise in price, while his neigh
bor on the bad road gained only one
dollar. A farmer in Sullivan county,
Tennessee, had 100 bushels of Irish
potatoes which he Intended to market
during the winter. Owing to bad
roads, he was unable to haul the pota
toes at all. They rotted in the cellar.
In the meantime, the price of pota
toes at a market point went as high
as $1.40 per bushel.
MACHINE FOR WORK ON ROAD
- Tar-Spraying Apparatus Gives Good
Satisfactory Results on Macadam
ized Thoroughfares.
Particudarly satisfactory results are
claimed for this system of applying
lar to macadam roads. The tar is
heated and applied to the road under
| Spraying a Road Surface With Hot
Tar.
! a pressure of about 150 pounds to the
square inch, and at a temperature of
from 100 to 120 degrees Fahrenheit,
being sprayed through fine nozzles.
Each spraying head comprises four
nozzles. So applied, the tar will be
more quickly absorbed by the road,
penetrating to a considerable dis
tance.
ROADS AND COST OF LIVING
Good Road Is Not Only Convenience
and Pleasure, But Is an Actual
Economic Necessity.
Until very Recently the vast major
ity of people failed to understand that
the good road is not a mere country
dweller’s convenience, or the means
to motorists’ pleasure, but that it is
an actual economic necessity, says
Suburban Life Magazine. That it
costs the farmers of this country more
for a ten-mile haul of produce from
farm to town than It does to ship that
produce from New York to London,
is a fact That it costs farmers abroad
from one-half to one-tenth as much to
baul«*a ton a mile on a road as it
does the farmers of this country, is
another fact. That practically every
pound of flesh and bushel of wheat we
consume must travel over a road at
least ouce and sometimes twice be
fore we eat it. Is a third fact The
three are the answer to one part of
the question: “Why does it cost so
must to live?'' Someone has to pay
for the depreciation in the value of
horses and vehicles caused by poor
roads. Someone has to pay for the
j extra time It takes to haul cotton to
market, when two niu.'es are required
to haul two bales ten miles in one
day. when on a good road the same
two. mules could haul 24 bales in the
same time with the same effort
Calf to Save.
No calf should be saved as a future
nember of the dairy herd unless she
has a good high producing mother
ind a sire who can transmit these
'.raits in his female ancestry.
Getting the Money.
There’s money In hogs, but It re
quires industry and gumption to get tt
wit; but then this is true of all busi
ness.
Thermometer Pays.
Summer or winter a good dairy
thermometer pays Its way wherever
dairy cows are kept.
Keep Mangers Clean.
Don't expect your horses to relish
their feed unless the mangers are
clean.
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Get a 10-cent box.
Are you keeping your bowels, liver,
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A Cascaret to-night will make you
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Millions of men and women take a
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have Headache, Biliousness, Coated
Tongue, Indigestion, Sour Stomach or
Constipation. Adv.
What Is a Mustache Worth.
What is the cash value of a mus
tache? The question is raised by a
forthcoming legal action in France,
in which a young man is suing his
late employer in peculiar circum
stances. He recently obtained the po
sition of valet to an attache of the
Chinese embassy here and one of the
conditions of his employment was
that he should shave off his mustache.
The young man complied with this in
struction and sacrificed his hirsute
adornment, not without regret. But
a week later he was discharged and
he is now suing the attache for $20
as damages for the “esthetic preju
dice” that he has suffered through the
loss of his mustache. This would seem
to be a modest valuation, especially
when one takes the esthetic prejudice
into account.
JUDGE CURED. HEART TROUBLE.
1 took about 6 boxes of Dodd* Kid
ney Pills for Heart Trouble from
which 1 had suffered for 5 years. I
had dizzy spells, my eyes puffed.
Judge Miller.
my Dreaui was
short and I had
chills and back
ache. I took the
pills about a year
ago and have had
no return of the
palpitations. Am
now 63 years old,
able to do lots of
manual labor, am
wen auu ucai uj aua wwju awui
200 pounds. I feel very grateful that
I found Dodds Kidney Pills and you
may publish this letter if you wish. I
am serving my third term as Probate
Judge of Gray Co. Yours truly, *
PHILIP MILLER. Cimarron. Kan.
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Adv.
Another Foolish Question.
“Hello, Doubleday! Taking some
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“No. I'm taking something for my
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Well Thought Of.
“How popular is Kaleseed!"
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At that, a man’s fool friends are
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If a man would be honest he must
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Don’t Mope”!
just because your ap- I
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