Tbc Adventures of Katblyn
By HAROLD MAC GRATH
Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture Production of the Sellg Polyscope Co.
(Copyright by Harold MacUrath)
CHAPTER I.
Under a canopied platform stood a
young girl, modeling in clay. The
glare of the California sunshine, Al
tering through the canvas, became
mellowed, warm, and golden. Above
tbe girl's head—yellow like the stalk
of wheat—there hovered a kind of
aureola, as if there had risen above it
a haze of impalpable gold dust
A poet 1 know might have cried out
that there ended his quest of the
Golden Girl. Straight she stood at this
moment, lovely of face, rounded of
form, with an indescribable suggestion
of letant physical power or magnet
ism. On her temples there were little
daubs of clay, caused doubtless by im
patient fingers sweeping back occa
sional wind-blown locks of hair. There
was even a daub on the side of her
handsome, sensitive nose.
Her hand, still filled with clay,
dropped to her side, and a tableau en
dured for a minute or two. suggesting
a remote period, a Persian idyl, may
bar With a smile on her lips she
stared at the living model. The cha
toyant eyes of the leopard stared
back, a flicker of restlessness in their
brilliant yellow deeps. Tbe tip of the
tail twitched.
"You beautiful thing!" she said.
She began kneading the clay again,
and with deft fingers added bits here
and there to the creature which had
grown up under her strong, supple
fingers.
"Kathlyn! Oh, Kit!"
The sculptress paused, the pucker
left her brow, and she turned, her
face beaming, for her sister Winnie
was the apple of her eye, and she
brooded over her like the mother
would have done had the mother lived.
For Winnie, dark as Kathlyn was
light, was as careless and aimless as
thistledown in the wind.
A collie leaped upon the platform
and began pawing Kathlyn. and short
ly after the younger sister followed.
Neither of the girls noted the stiffen
ing mustaches of the leopard. The ani
mal rose, and his nostrils palpitated.
He hated the dog with a hatred not
unmixed with fear. Treachery is in
the marrow of all cats. To breed them
in captivity does not matter. Sooner
or later they- will strike. Never be
fore had the leopard been so close to
his enemy, free of the leash.
"Kit, it is just wonderful. However
can you do It? Some day we’ll make
dad take us to Paris, where you can
exhibit them.”
a snarl irom the Jeopard, answered
by a growl from the collie, brought
Kathlyn's head about. The cat leaped,
but toward Winnie, not the collie.
With a cry of terror Winnie turned
and ran in the direction of the bunga
low. Kathlyn, seizing the leash, fol
lowed like the wind, hampered though
she was by the apron. The cat loped
after the fleeing girl, gaining at each
bound. The yelping of the collie
brought forth from various points low
rumbling sounds, which presently de
veloped into roars.
Winnie turned sharply around the
corner of the bungalow toward the
empty animal cages, to attract her
father and at the same time rouse
some of the keepers. Seeing the door
of an empty cage open, and that it was
approached by a board runway, she
flew to it, entered, and slammed the
door and held it. The cat, now hot
with the lust to kill, threw himself
against the bars, snarling and spitting.
Kathlyn called out to him sharply,
and fearlessly approached him. She
began talking in a monotone. His
ears went flat against his head, but he
submitted to her touch because in
variably it soothed him, and because
he sensed some undefinable power
whenever his gaze met hers. She
snapped the leash on his collar just as
her father came running up, pale and
disturbed. He ran to the door and
opened It.
“Winnie, you poor little kitten,” he
said, taking her In his arms, "how
many times have I told you never to
take that dog about when Kit’s leopard
Is off the leash?”
"I didn't think," she sobbed.
“No. Kit here and I must always do
your thinking for you Ahmed’"
“Yes. sallib." answered the head
keeper.
"See if you cai\ stop that racket
over there Sadie may lose her litter
If It keeps up."
The lean, brown Mohammedan trot
ted away in obedience to his orders.
He knew how to stop captive lions
from roaring. He knew how to send
terror to their hearts. As he ran he
began to hiss softly.
Colonel Hare, with his air: about
Winnie, wi lted toward the bungalow.
"Lock your pet up, Kit,” he called
over his shoulder, “and come into tea."
Kathlyn spoke soothingly to the
leopard, scratched his head behind the
ears, and shortly a low, satisfied rum
ble stirred his throat, and his tail, no
longer slashed about. She led him to
his own cage, never ceasing to talk,
locked the door, then turned and
walked thoughtfully toward the bunga
low.
She was wondering what this gift
was that put awe into the eyes of the
native keepers on her father's wild
animal farm and temporary peace in
the hearts of the savage beasts She
realized that she possessed it, but it
was beyond analysis. Often some wild
eyed keeper would burst in upon her.
Some newly captive lion or tiger was
killing itself from mere passion, and
wouldn’t the memsahib come at once
and talk to ItT There was a kind of
pity in her heart for these poor wild
things, and perhaps they perceived
this pity, which was fearless.
“She gets a» little from me, 1 sup
pose," Colonel Hare had once an
swered to a query, “for I’ve always
had a way with four-footed things. But
I think Ahmed is right Kathlyn is
heaven born. I’ve seen the night when
| Brocken would be taiue beside the
I pandemonium roundabout Yet half
! an hour after Kit starts the-rounds
j everything quiets down. The gods are
! in it."
The living room of the bungalow
was large and comfortable. The walls
i were adorned with the heads of wild
; boasts, and their great furry hides
shared honors with the Persian rugs
on the floor. Hare was a man who
/would pack up at a moment’s notice
; and go to the far ends of the world to
' And a perfect black panther, a cheetah
with a litter, or a great horned rhi
noceros. He was tall /and broad and
amazingly active, for all that his
hair and mustache were- almost white.
For 30 years or more he had gone
about the hazardous enterprise of sup
plying zoological gardens and circuses
with wild beasts. He was known from
Hamburg to Singapore, from Mombas
sa to Rio Janeiro. The Numidian
lion, the Rajput tiger, and the Malayan
panther had cause to fear Hare Sahib.
He was even now preparing to return
to Ceylon for an elephant hunt
The two daughters went over to the
tea tabaret, where a matronly maid
was busying with the service. The
fragrant odor of tea permeated the
room. Hare paused at his desk. Lines
suddenly appeared on his bronzed face.
He gazed for a space at the calendar.
The day was the 15th of July. Should
he go back there, or should he give up
the expedition? He might never rer
turn. India and the border countries!
What a land, full of beauty and ro
mance and terror and squalor, at once
barbaric and civilized! He loved it
and hated it, and sometimes feared It,
he who had faced on foot many a
wounded tiger.
He shrugged, reached into the desk
for a box of Jaipur brass enamel and
took from it a medal attached to a
ribbon. The golden disk was encrust
ed with uncut rubies and emeralds.
"Girls,” he called. "Come here a
moment. Martha, that will be all,”
with a nod toward the door. “I never
showed you this before."
“Goodness gracious!” cried Winnie,
reaching out her hand.
"Why, it looks like a decoration, fa
ther,” said Kathlyn. “What lovely
stones! It would make a beautiful
pendant.”
"Vanity, vanity, all Is vanity,” said
the colonel, smiling down into their
charming faces. "Do you love your
old dad?” %
"Love you!" they exclaimed in uni
son, Indignantly, too, since the ques
tion was an imputation of the fact
"Would you be lonesome If I took
the Big Trek?” whimsically.
“Father!”
"Dad!”
They pressed about him, as vines
about an oak.
"Hang it I swear that this shall be
the last hunt. I'm rich. We’ll get rid
of all these brutes and spend the rest
“The King Commanded My Presence.”
I of the years seeing the show places.
I'm a bit tired myself of jungle fod
der. We’ll go to Paris, and Berlin,
and Rome, and Vienna.. And you. Kit.
shall go and tell Rodin that you've
inherited the spirit of Gerome And
you, Winnie, shall make a stab at
grand opera."
Winnie gurgled her delight, but her
j vster searched her father’s eye3. She
; did not quite like the way he said
those words. His voice lacked its
usual heartiness and spontaneity.
"Where did you get this medal, fa
ther?" she asked.
"That's what 1 started out to tell
you.” .
“Were you 'afraid we might wish to
wear it or have it made over?" laughed
Winnie, who never went below the
surface of things.
“No. The truth is. I had almost for
gotten it. But the preparations for
India recalled it to mind. It repre
sents a royal title conferred on me by
the king of Allaha. You have never
been to India, Kit. Allaha Is the name
we hunters give that border kingdom.
Some day England will gobble it up;
onjy waiting for a good excuse.”
"What big thing did you do?" de
manded Kathlyn, her eyes still filled
with scrutiny.
"What makes you think it was big?”
jestingly.
"Because," she answered, seriously,
"you never do anything but big things.
As the lion is among beasts, you are
among men.”
“Good lord!” The colonel reached
embarrassedly for his pipe, lit It.
puffed a tew minutes, then laid down
the pipe. “India is full of strange
tongues and strange kingdoms and
principalities. Most of them are doml
nated by the British raj, some are
only protected, while others do about
as they please. This state”—touch
ing the order—“does about as it did
since the days of the first white rover
who touched the shores of Hind. It is
small, but that signifies nothing; for
you can brew a mighty poison in a
small pot. Well. I happened to save
the old king’s life.”
"1 knew it would be something like
that,” said Kathlyn. “Go on. Tell it
all.”
The colonel had recourse to his pipe
again. He smoked on till the coal was
dead. The girls waited patiently.
They knew that his silence meant that
he was only marshaling the events in
their chronological order.
"The king was a kindly old chap,
simple, yet shrewd, and with that
slumbrous oriental way of accom
plishing his ends, despite all obstacles.
Underneath this apparent simplicity
I discovered a grim, sardonic humor.
Trust the oriental for always having
that packed away under his bewilder
ing diplomacy. He was all alone in
the world. He was one of those rare
eastern potentates who wasn’t ham
pered by parasitical relatives. By
George, the old boy could have given
his kingdom, lock, stock and barrel,
to the British government, and no one
could say him nay. There was a good
deal of rumor the last time I was there
that when he d4ed England would step
in actually. The old boy gave me
leave to come and go as I pleased, to
hunt where and how I would. I had a
mighty fine collection. There are
tigers and leopards and bears and fat
oia pyinonB, root long, ui course,
it isn't the tiger country that central
India is, but the brutes you find are
bigger. I have about GO beasts there
now, and that's mainly why I'm going
back. Want to clean it up and ship
’em to Hamburg, where I’ve a large
standing order. I’m going first to Cey
lon, for some elephants."
The colonel knocked the ash from
his pipe.
“The old boy used to do some trap
ping himself, and whenever he’d
catch a fine speciman he’d turn it over
to me. He had a hunting lodge not
far from my quarters. One day Ah
med came to me with a message say
ing that the king commanded my pres
ence at the lodge, where his slaves
had trapped a fine leopard. Yes, my
dears, slaves. There Is even a slave
mart at the capital this day. A bar
baric fairy laud, with its good genii
and its bad djinns."
“The Arabian Nights," murmured
Winnie, snuggling close to Kathlyu.
“The oriental loves pomp," went on
the colonel. “He can’t give you a
chupatti—”
“What's that?" asked Winnie
“Something like hardtack. Weil, he
can’t give you that without ceremonial.
When I arrived at the lodge with Ah
med the old boy—he had the'complex
ion of a prima donna—the old boy sat
on his portable throne, glittering with
orders. Standing beside him was a
chap we called Umballa. He had been
a street rat. A bit of impudence had
caught the king’s fancy, and he
brought up the boy. clothed, fed him,
and sent him away down to Umballa
to school. When the boy returned he
talked Umballa morning, noon, and
night, till the soldiers began to call
him that, and from them it passed on
to the natives, all of whom disliked the
upstart. Hanged if I can recall his
real name. He was ugly and hand
some at the same time; suave, pa
tient, courteous; .vet somehow or other
I sensed the real man below—the Tar
tar blood. I took a dislike to him.
first off. It’s the animal sense. You’ve
got it, Kit. Behind the king 6at the
Council of Three—three wise old ducks
I wouldn’t trust with an old um
brella.’’
Winnie laughed.
"While we were salaaming and
genuflecting and using grandiloquent
phrases the bally leopard got loose,
somehow. Maybe some one let him
loose; I don’t know. Anyhow, he
made for the king, who was too thun
derstruck to dodge. The rest of 'em
took to their heels, you may lay odds
on that. Now, I had an honest liking
for the king. Seeing the brute make
for him, I dashed forward. You see,
at ceremonials you're not permitted
to carry arms. It had to be with my
hands. The leopard knocked the old
boy flat and began to maul him. I
kicked the brute in the fa'ce. swept
the king's turban off his head and
flung It about the head of the leopard.
Somehow or other I got him down.
Some of the frightened natives came
up, and with the help of Ahmed we
got the brute tied up securely. When
the king came around he silently shook
hands with me and smiled peculiarly
at Umballa, who now came running
up.”
'And that's how you got those poor
hands!” exclaimed Kathlyn, kissing
the Bears which stood out white
against the tan.
“That's how,” raising the hands and
putting them on Kathlyn’s head in a
kind of benediction.
"Is that all?-’ asked Winnie, breath
lessly.
“Isn't that enough?" he retorted.
“Well, what is it, Martha? Dinner?
Well, if I haven’t cheated you girls
out of your tea.” y
“Tea!” sniffed Winnie disdainfully.
“Do you know, dad, you're awfully
mean to Kit and me. If you’d take the
trouble you could be more interesting
than any book I ever read.”
“He doesn’t believe hiB stories would
interest vain young ladies,” said Kath
lyn. gravely.
Her father eyed her sharply. Of
what was she thinking? In those calm
unwavering eyes of hers he saw a
question. Aid he feared in his soul
she might Voice it. He could evade
the questhgis of the volatile Winnie,
but there was no getting by Kathlyn
with evasions. Frowning, he replaced
the order in the box, which he put
away in a drawer. It was all arrant
I nonsense, anyhow; nothing could pos
sibly happen; if there did, he would
feel certain that he no longer dwelt
in a real workaday world. The idle
whim of a sardonic old man; nothing
more than that.
“Father, is the king dead?"
“Dead! What makes you ask that.
Kit?”
“The past tense; you said he was,
not is."
“Yes, he's dead, and the news came
this morning. Hence, the yarn."
“Will there be any danger in re
turning?”
“My girl, whenever I pack my lug
gage there is danger. A cartridge- may
stick; a man may stumble; a man
you rely on may fail you. As for that,
there's always danger. It's the penalty
of being alive.”
On the way to the dining room Kath
lyn thought deeply. Why had her fa
ther asked them if they loved him?
Why did he speak of the Ilig Trek?
There was something more than this
glittering medal, something more than
this simple tale of bravery. What?
Well, if he declined to take her into
his confidence he must have good
reason.
After dinner that night the colonel
went the rounds, as was liis habit
nightly. By and by he returned to the
bungalow, but did not enter. He filled
his cutty and walked to and fro in the
moonlight, with his head bent and his
hands clasped behind his back. There
was a restlessness in his stride not
unlike that of the captive beasts in
the cages nearby. Occasionally he
paused at the clink clink of the ele
phant irons or at the "wuff" as the un
easy pachyderm poured dust on his
head.
Bah! It was madness. A parchment
in Hindustani, given jestingly or ironic
ally by a humorous old chap in orders
and white linen and rhinoceros san
dals. ... A throne! Pshaw! It
was bally nonsense. As if a white
man could rule over a brown one by
the choice of the latter! And yet. that
man Umballa's face, when he had
shown the king the portraits of his
two lovely daughters! He would send
Ahmed. Ahmed knew the business
as well as he did. He would send his
abdication to the council, giving them
the right to choose his successor. He
himself would remain home with the
girls. Then he gazed up at the moon
and smiled grimly.
"Hukum hai!” he murmured in Hin
dustani. "It is the orders. I've simply
got to go. When I recall those rubies
and emeralds and pearls. . . .
Well, it's not cupidity for myself. It’s
for the girls. Besides, there’s the call,
the adventure. I’ve simply go to go.
I can't escape it. I must be always on
the go . . . since she died.”
A few days later he stood again
before the desk in the living room.
He was dressed for travel. He sat
down and penned a note. From the
box which contained the order he ex
tracted a large envelope, heavily
sealed. This he balanced in bis hand
for a moment, frowned, laughed, and
swore softly. He would abdicate, but
at a snug profit. Why not? . . .
He was an old fool. Into a still larger
envelope he put the sealed envelope
and his own note, then wrote upon it.
He was blotting It as his daughters en
tered.
“Come here, my pretty cubs.” He
held out the envelope. "I want you,
Kit, to open this on December 31, at
midnight. Girls like mysteries, and if
you opened it any time but midnight
it wouldn't be mysterious. Indeed, i
shall probably have you both on the
arms of my chair when you open it.”
“Is it about the medal?” demanded
Winnie.
“By George, Kit, the child is begin
ning to reason out things." he jested.
Winnie laughed, and so did Kath
lyn, but she did so because occultly
she felt that her father expected her
to laugh. She was positively uncanny
sometimes in her perspicacity.
“On December 31, at midnight.” she
repeated. “All right, father. You must
write to us at least once every fort
night."
“I'll cable from Singapore, from Cey
lon, and write a long letter from AI
laha. Come on. We must be off Ah
med is waiting.”
Some hours later the two girls saw
the Pacific Mail steamer move with
cold and insolent majesty out toward
the Golden Gate. Kathlyn proved
rather uncommunicative on the way '
I
home. December 31 kept running
through her mind. It held a portent
of evil. She knew something of the
Orient, though she had never visited
India. Had her father made an im
placable enemy? War, he going into
some unknown, unseen danger? De
cember 31, at midnight. Could she
hold her curiosity in check that long?
Many of the days that followed
dragged, many flew—the first for
! Kathlyn, the last for Winnie, who now
had a beau, a young new spaper man
| from San Francisco, fie came out
| regularly every Saturday and returned
I at night. Winnie became, if anything,
more flighty than ever. Her father
never had >oung men about. The men
lie generally gathered round his board
were old hunters or sailors. Kathlyn
watched this budding romance amused
ly. The young man was very nice.
I Hut her thoughts were always and
i eternally with her father.
During the last week in December
j there arrived at the Palace hotel in
i San Francisco an East Indian, tall,
well formed, rather handsome. Ex
cept for his brown turban lie would
have passed unnoticed. For Hindus
and Japanese and Chinamen and what
; nots from the southern seas were
Umballa Leaving California.
every day affairs. The brown turban,
however, and an enormous emerald on
one of his Ungers, produced an effect
quite gratifying to him. Vanity in the
oriental is never conspicuous for its
absence. The reporters gave him.scant
attention, though, for this was at a
time when the Gaekwar of Baroda was
unknown.
The stranger, after two or three
days of idling, casually asked the way
to the wild animal farm of his old
friend. Colonel Hare. It was easy
enough to find. At the village inn he
was treated with tolerant contempt.
These brown fellows were forever
coming and going, to and fro. from the
colonel's celebrated farm.
At five o’clock in the afternoon of
the :>lst day of December, this East
Indian peered cautiously into the
French window of the Hare bungalow.
The picture be saw there sent a thrill
into his heart. She was as fair and
beautiful as an hourl of Sa’adi. She
sat at a desk, holding a long, white
envelope in her hand. By and by she
put it away, and he was particular to
note the draw er in which she placed it
That the da-k-haired girl at the tea
tabaret was equally charming did not
stir the watcher. Dark haired women
were plentiful in his native land. Yon
der was the girl of the photograph,
the likeness of which had fired his
heart for many a day. With the pa
tience of the oriental he stood in the
shadow and waited Sooner or later
they would leave the room, and sooner
or later, with the deftness of his breed,
he would enter. The leopard he had
heard about was nowhere to bp seen
“Winnie.” said Kathlyn, “I dread It”
Winnie set down the teacup, her
eyes brimming
“What can it all mean? Not a line
from father since Colombo, five months
gone."
“Do you think—”
“No. no!" replied Kathlyn, hastily.
“Father sometimes forgets. He may
be hunting miles from telegraph wires
and railroads; it is only that he should
forget us so long-. Who knows? He
may have dropped down into Borneo.
He wanted some pythons, so 1 heard
him say.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
ABLE TO EAT A FEW TRIFLES
Star’s Appetite Had Not Completely
Failed, Judging by the Dinner
She Ordered.
The theatrical manager leaned wear
ily against the desk in the office of
the hotel.
"Well, how goes it?" said the clerk.
The manager shrugged his shoulders
without replying.
“Good business?"
The manager evaded the question.
‘Tm afraid we may have to close be
fore the season’s over. My star's sick.
When she comes to the theater at
night she s hardly able to get through
her work. She says she can’t eat any
thing.”
Just then the telephone bell rang.
The clerk turned to answer it. Af
ter listening for a moment he said:
“Wait till I get a pencil. I’ve got to
write that down."
As he wrote he repeated: "Mock
turtle soup, soft shell (crabs, porter
house steak, half a chicken, mashed
potatoes, peas, string beans, tomato
B&lad, ice cream, strawberries and cof
fee. Whew!” Then he shouted into
the phone: , “How many is that dinner
for? One? Whew!”
Then he turned to the manager.
"That’s your ‘star’s’ dinner,” he said
[ quietly.
The Difference.
An Atchison man who never held
one job over two weeks, died not
long ago, and people said he was
a genius out of his sphere. When
he was alive they said h? was a loafer.
—Atchison Globe.
REAL CAUSE FOR ANXIETY
Old Gentleman's Exceedingly Neat
Rejoinder to Tactless Remark
Made by Nephew.
There is an old gentleman In Phil
adelphia approaching the ninety mark
who still finds much zest in life, and.
having retained all his faculties, he
feels that a few of the physical dis
abilities of age are of small account.
His nephew is a man of small tact,
a fact which has always aroused the
ire of the old man.
A few weeks before the old gentle
man's eighty-ninth birthday this
nephew, who had been overweighted
with busines cares for years, start
ed on a trip to Europe that was to
consume a year.
"I have come to say good-by,* an
nounced the nephew to the old man.
"I am starting abroad to be gone a
year—perhaps longer. I thought I
might never—well, you understand—
1 wanted to be sure to see you once
more."
Whereupon the old man leaned for
ward, fixing his nephew with his bead
like eyes.
"Bill,” he said impressively, “do you
mean to tell me the doctor doesn’t
think you’ll live to get back?"
Looking for Improvement.
“Weren’t you here about a week
ago asking for food?” said the lady,
looking critically over her spectacles
at the tramp at the kitchen door.
“Yes, ma’am,” was the unexpected
reply; “but I beard you bad a new
cook since then!”
IMPORTANCE OF ROAD REPAIR
Impression That There Are Certain
Types of Highways That Are Per
manent Is Erroneous.
There is no phase of the road prob
lem more important than that of main
tenance. The general impression that
there are certain types of roads that
are permanent is erroneous. No per
manent road has ever been construct
ed or ever will be. according to the
road specialists of the United States
department of agriculture. The only
things about a road that may be con
sidered permanent are the grading,
culverts and bridges. Roads construct
ed by the most skillful highway engi
neers will soon be destroyed by the
traffic, frost, rain and wind, unless
they are properly maintained. But the
life of these roads may be prolonged
by systematic maintenance. A poor
road will not only be improved by
proper maintenance, but may become
better in time than a good road with
out it.
The hrst and last commandment in
earth road maintenance is to keep the
surface well drained. To insure good
drainage the ditches should be kept
open, all obstructions removed and a
smooch crown maintained. Except for
very stony soil the road machine or
scraper may be used very effectively
for this work. The machine should be
used once or twice a year and the
work shojld be done when the soil is
damp so that it will pack and bake
into a hard crust. Wide and shallow
side ditches should be maintained with
sufficient fall and capacity to dispose
of surface water. These ditches can
in most places be constructed and re
paired with a road machine.
All vegetable matter such as sods
and weeds should be kept out of the
road as they make a spongy surface
■which retains moisture. Clods are
also objectionable for they soon turn
lo dust or mud and for that reason
roads should never he worked when
dry or hard. Boulders or loose stones
ara equally objectionable if a smooth
■ surface is to be secured.
A split-log drag or some similar de
vice ie very useful in maintaining the
surface after suitable ditches and
cross sections have once been secured.
This drag can also be used to advan
tage on a gravel road as well as on an
^rth road. The principle involved in
dragging is that clays and most heavy
soils will puddle when wet and set
very hard when dry. The little atten
tion that the earth road needs mu6t be
given promptly and at the proper time
if the best results are to be obtained.
In dragging roads only a small
amount of earth is moved, just enough
to fill the ruts and depressions with a
thin layer of plastic clay or earth
which packs very hard so that the
next rain Instead of finding ruts, de
pressions and clods in which to collect
runs off leaving the surface but little
affected.
The drag should be light and should
be drawn over the road at an angle of
about forty-five degrees. The driver
should ride on the drag and should not
drive faster than a walk. One round
trip, each trip straddling a wh#el
track, is usually sufficient to fill the
ruts and smooth the surface. If neces
sary the road should be driigged after
every bad spell of weather, when the
soil is in proper condition to fuddle
well and still not adhere to the drag.
If the road is very bad it may be
dragged when very wet and again
when it begins to d/y out. A few trips
over the road will give the operator
an idea as to the best time to drag.
Drag at all seasons, but do not drag
a dry road.
The slope or crown of an earth road
should be about one ’nch to the foot.
If the crown becomes too high it may
be reduced by dragging toward the
ditch instead of from it. If the drag
cuts too much, shorten the hitch and
change your position on the drag. If
it is necessary to protect the face of
the drag with a strip of iron, it should
be placed flush with the edge of the
drag and not projecting. A cutting
edge should be avoided, as the main
object in dragging is to smear the
damp soil into position.
Usually Too Narrow.
The average roadway is crowned too
narrow. Sixteen feet, in these days of
autos and auto trucks, is none too
ranch, tnd where travel is heavy 20
would be better.
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Use of Slip-Log Drag.
Next to permanent road building
comes a systematic and intelligent use
j of the slip-log drag.
Roads Should Be Crooked.
Good roads in the future should be
built on the zig-zag plan for the avoid
ance of hills and steep grades, the
federal office of good roads announced
recently in declaring that the lives of
horses and automobiles could be
lengthened thereby and the cost of
hauling reduced materially. The ex
perts contend that “the longest way
around often may be the shortest and
most economical way home," and de
cry the natural tendency to build
straight roads whenever they must
breast heavy grades.
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Care of the Cow.
It Is no joke to ennr a cow. Sb*
should be brushed sad taken care of
Jnst as carefully as the horse or any
other animal on the farm.
Developing the Heifer
If the heifer Is to be developed Into
a profitable dairy cow, the start must
ha made when she Is s call
Substitute for Lswn Mower.
A few sheep make an excellent sub
stitute for a lawn mower when one is
too busy to use the latter.
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Foolish Remedies.
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“A feminine touch, my son, is a
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—Baltimore Sun.
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Many a woman loves her husband
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j Many people who have weak kidneys fail
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