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The Adventures of
Kathlyn
HAROLD MAC GRATH
Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture
Production of the Selig Polyscope Co.
(Copyright by Harold MaeQratbl
SYNOPSIS.
Kathlyn Hare, believing her father. Col.
Hare, in peril, has summoned her. leaves
her home in California to go to him In
Allaha. India. Umballa, pretender to tho
throne, has imprisoned the colonel, named
by tlie late king as his heir. Arriving in
Allaha. Kathlyn is Informed by Umballa
that her father being dead, she is to be
queen, and must marry him. She refuses
and is informed by the priests that no
woman can rule unmarried. She is given
•even days to think It over. She still re
fuses, and is told that she must undergo
two ordeals with wild beasts. If she sur
vives she will be permitted to rule. John
Bruce, an American, saves her life. The
elephant which carries her from the
•cone of her trials runs away, separating
her from Bruce and the rest of the party.
She takes refuge In a ruined temple, but
this haven is the abode of a lion and she
is forced to flee from It. She finds a re
treat In the jungle only to fall into the
bands of slave traders. Kathlyn Is
brought to the public mart In Allaha and
sold to Umballa. who, finding her still un
submissive, throws her into the dungeon
with her father. She is rescued by Bruce
•nd his friends. Colonel Hare also Is
rescued. Umballa. wtth soldiers, starts
in pursuit. Ksflhlyn is struck by a bul
let The fugitives are given shelter In the
palace of Bala Khan. Supplied with cam
els by the hospitable prince, they start
for the coast.
CHAPTER XII—Continued.
All day long they wound in and out,
over and down the rolling mounds of
sand, pausing only once, somewhere
near four o’clock, when they dlsmount
0d for a space to enjoy a bite to eat
gnd a dish of tea. Then on again,
through the night, making about sixty
miles in all. At dawn they came upon
a weil, and here they decided to rest
till sunset. Beyond the well, some
twenty-five miles, lay the low moun
tain range over which they must pass
to the sea. At the foot of these hills
stood a small village, which they
reached about ten o'clock that night.
They found the village wide awake.
The pariah dogs were howling. And
on making inquiries it was learned
that a tiger had been prowling about
for three or four nights, and that they
had set a trap cage for the brute. The
colonel and Bruce at once assumed
charge. The old zest returned with
al! its vigor and allurement. Even
Kathlyn and Pundita decided to join
the expedition, though Pundita knew
nothing of arms.
Now, this village was the home of
the nine brigands, and whenever they
were about they dominated the villag
ers. They were returning from a for
aging expedition into the hills, and
discovered the trap cage with the tiger
Inside. Very good. The tiger was no
use to any but themselves, since they
knew where to sell it They were in
the act of pulling the brush away from
the cage when they heard sounds of
others approaching. With the suspi
cion which was a part of their busi
ness they Immediately ran to cover to
see who It was.
Instantly the chief of the brigands
discovered that these new arrivals
were none other than the white people
Who h#i given him and his men a
superdrug and thereby mulcted them
out of the sacred white elephant
which was to have brought them a
fortune.
Unfortunately, the men of Kathlyn’s
party laid aside their weapons on ap
proaching the cage to tear away the
brush. Eight brigands, at a sign from
their chief, surrounded the investiga
tors, who found themselves nicely
caught
The natives fled incontinently. So
did Bala Khan's camel men.
‘Death if you move!” snarled the
chief. “Ah, you gave us bad opium,
and we dropped like logs! Swine!”
He raised his rifle threateningly.
“Wait a minute,” said Bruce coolly.
■“What you want is money.”
I “Ay, money! Ten thousand rupees!”
"It Bhall be given you if you let us
go. You will conduct us over the hills
to the sea, and there the money will
be given you.”
The chief laughed long and loudly.
"What! Am I a goat to put my head
Inside the tiger’s jaws? Nay, I shall
hold you here for ransom. Let them
bring gold. Now, take hold,” indicat
ing the trap cage. “We *hall take this
line man eater along with us. I am
speaking to you, white men, and you,
pig of a Hindu! Chalu! I will kill
anyone who falters. Opium! Ah, yes!
You shall pay for my headache and the
sickness of my comrades. Chalu! And
yon white woman; she shall give a
ransom of her own!”
| The village jutted out into the des
ert after the fashion of a peninsula.
On the west of it lay another stretch
.of sand. They followed the verdure
till they reached the base of the rocky
hills, which were barren of any vege
tation; huge jumbles of granite the
color of porphyry During the night
they made about ten miles, and at
dawn were smothered by one of those
raging sandstorms, prevalent in this
latitude. They had to abandon the
trap cage and seek shelter in a near
by cave. Here they remained huddled
together till the storm died away.
“It has blown Itself out,” comment
ed the chief. Then he spoke to Rama
bai. “Who is this man?" with a nod
toward the colonel.
“He Is an American.”
"He came for Allaha?”
“Yes,” said Ramabai, unsuspicious
ly
"Ha! Then that great prince did not
He."
“What prince?" cried Ramabai, now
alarmed.
"The Prince Durga Ram. Three fat
bags of silver, he said, would he pay
for the white hunter with tl^e white
hair. It is the will of Allah!”
The colonel's head sank upon nis
knees. Katblyn patted his shoulder.
“Vfcther, I tell you mind not the
moutblngs of a vile guru. We shall
soon be free.”
"Kit, this time. If I return to Allaha,
I shall die. I feel It In my bones.”
"And I say no!"
The chief turned to Ramabai. “You
and the woman with you shall this cay
seek two camels of the five you bor
rowed from Bala Khan. You will
journey at once to Allaha. But do not
waste your time in stopping to ac
quaint Bala Khan. At the first sign of
armed men each of those left shall die
in yonder tiger cage."
"We refuse!"
"Then be the first to taste the tiger's
fangs!"
The chief called to his men to seize
Ramabal and Pundita, when Kathlyn
interfered.
i "Go, Ramabal; it Is useless to fight
against these men who mean all they
say, and who are as cruel as the tiger
himself.”
“It shall be as the memsahib says,”
replied Ramabai, resignedly.
One morning Umballa entered the
judgment hall of the palace, disturbed
in mind. Anonymous notes, bidding
him not to persecute Ramabai and his
wife further, on pain of death. He
had found these notes at the door of
his zenana, in his stables, on his pil
lows. In his heart he had sworn the
death of Ramabai; but here was a
phase upon which he had set no cal
culation. Had there not been unrest
abroad he would have scorned to pay
any attention to these warnings; but
this Ramabai—may he burn in hell!—
was a power with the populace, with
low and high castes alike, and for the
first time, now that he gave the matter
careful thought, his own future did
not look particularly clear. More than
ever he must plan with circumspec
tion. He must trap Ramabai, openly,
lawfully, in the matter of sedition.
Imagine his astonishment when, a
few minutes after his arrival, Ramabal
and Pundita demanded audience, the
one straight of back and proud of look,
the other serene and tranquil! Umbal
la felt a wave of blind hatred surge
over him, but he gave no sign. Rama
bai stated his case briefly. Colonel
Hare and his daughter were being
held prisoners for ransom. Three
bags of silver—something like five
thousand rupees—were demanded by
the captors.
The Council looked toward Umballa, j
who nodded, having in mind the part
of the good Samaritan, with reserva
tions, to be sure. Having trod the
paths of the white man, he had ac
quired a certain adroitness in holding
his people. They had at best only the
stability of chickens. What at one mo
ment was a terror was at another a
feast. For the present, then, he would
pretend that he had forgotten all about
Ramabal’s part in the various unsuc
cessful episodes.
To the Council and the gurus (or
priests) he declared that he himself
would undertake to assume the part of
envoy; he himself would bring the
legal king of Allaha back to his throne.
True, the daughter had been crowned,
but she had forfeited her rights. Thus
he would return with Colonel Hare as
soon as he could make the journey
and return.
"He is contemplating some treach
ery,” said Ramabal to his wife. "I
must try to learn what it is."
In his shop in the bazaars Lai Singh :
had resumed his awl. He had, as a
companion, a bent and shaky old man,
whose voice, however, possessed a res-1
onance which belied the wrinkles and i
palsied hands. t
"The rain3,” said Lai Singh, "are
very late this year. Leather will be
poor.”
“Aye.”
All of which signified to Ahmed that
the British raj had too many affairs
“It Will Be Death!” Objected Kathlyn
and Bruce.
just then to gWe proper attention to
the muddle In Allaha.
"But there is this man Ramabal. He
runs deep.”
“So!"
“He has been conspiring for
months."
“Then why does he not strikeT"
“He is wary.- He is wary; a good
sign.” L>al Singh reached for his pipe
and set the water bubbling. “In a few
weeks I believe all will be ready, even
the British raj.”
“Why will men be sheep?”
Lai Singh shrugged. “Only Allah
knows. But what about this guru’s
curse you say follows the colonel sa
hib?"
“It is true. I was there,” said Ah
med. “And here am I. with a price on
my head!”
“In the business we are in there will
always be a price on our heads. And
Umballa will bring back the colonel
sahib. What then?”
“We know what we know, Lai
Singh,” and the face under the hood
broke into a smile.
Five days passed. The chief of the
brigands was growing restless. He
finally declared that unless the ransom
was delivered that night he would rid
himself of them all. The tiger was
starving. In order to prove that he
was not chattering idly he had the
prisoners tied to the wheels of the
cage. It would at least amuse him to
watch their growing terror.
"Look! Some one is coming!" cried
Kathlyn.
The chief saw the caravan at the
same time, and he set up a shout of
pleasure. Three fat bags of silver ru
pees!
Umballa, the good Samaritan, bar
gained with the chief. He did not
want all the prisoners, only one. Three
bags of silver would be forthcoming
upon the promise that the young wom
an and the young man should be dis
posed of.
"By the tiger?”
Umballa shrugged. To him it. mat
tered not how. The chief, weary of his
vigil, agreed readily enough, and Um
balla turned over the silver.
“The guru, my Kit! You see? This
is the end. Well, I am tired. A filigree
basket of gems!”
“So!” said Umballa, smiling at K&th
lyn. “You and your lover shall in
deed be wed—by the Btriped one! A
sad tale I shall take back with me.
You were both dead when I arrived.”
Presently Bruce and Kathlyn were
alone. They could hear the brute in
the cage, snarling and clawing at the
wooden door.
CHAPTER XIII.
In the Jackal’s Lair.
The golden sands, the purple cliffs,
the translucent blue of the heavens,
and the group of picturesque rascals
jabbering and gesticulating and press
ing about their chief made a picture
Kathlyn was never to forget.
"Patience, my little ones!” said the
chief, showing his white, strong teeth
in what was more of a snarl than a
smile. "There is plenty of time.”
Bruce leaned toward Kathlyn.
"Stand perfectly still, just as you
are. I believe I can reach the knot
back of your hands. This squabbling
is the very thing needed. They will
! not pay any attention to us for a few
minutes, and if I can read signs they’ll
all be at each other's throats short
I ■y”
"But even If we get free what can
we do?"
Kathlyn was beginning to lose both
faith and heart. The sight of her
father being led back to AUaha by
Durga Ram, after all the misery to
which he had been subjected, shook
the courage which had held her up
these long, unhappy weeks. For she
realized that her father was still weak,
and that any additional suffering
would kill him.
“You mustn’t talk like that,” said
Bruce. “You’ve been in tighter places
than this. If we can get free, leave
the rest to me. So long as one can see
and hear and move, there’s hope.”
“I’m becoming a coward. Do what
you can. I promise to obey you in all
things.”
Bruce bent as far as he could, and
went desperately to work at the knot
with his teeth. Snccess or failure did
not really matter; simply, he did not
propose to die without making a
mighty struggle to avoid death. The
first knot became loose, then another.
Kathlyn stirred her hands cautiously.
“Now!” he whispered.
She twisted her hands two or three
times and found them free.
“Mine, now!” said Bruce. “Hurry!”
It was a simple matter for her to re
lease Bruce.
“God bless those rupees!” he mur
mured. '‘There’ll be a fine row In a
minute. Keep perfectly still, and
when the moment comes follow me in
to the cave. They have left their guns
in there."
“You are a brave and ready man,
Mr. Bruce.”
"You called me John once.”
“Well, then, John," a ghost of a
smile flitting across her lips. Men
were not generally sentimental in the
face of death.
“There are nine of us!” screamed
one of the brigands.
“And I claim one bag because with
out my help and brains you would have
had nothing.” roared the chief. “Who
warned you against the opium? Ha.
Pig!”
The first blow was struck. Instant
ly the chief drew his knife and lunged
at the two nearest him.
"Treachery!”
“Ha! Pigs! Dogs! Come, I'll show
you who is master!”
“Thief!”
The remaining brigands closed in
upon their leader and bore him down
upon his back.
“To the tiger with him!"
“Now!” cried Bruce.
He flung the rope from his hands,
caught Kathlyn by the arm. and, run
ning and stumbling, they gained the
cave, either ignored or unobserved by
the victorious brigands.
They dragged (he stunned leader to
his feet and haled him to the cage,
lashing him to a wheel. Next, they
seized the rope which operated the
door and retired to the mouth of the
cave.
“Rob us, would he!”
“Take the lion’s share when we did
all the work!"
“Swine!"
“I will give it all to you!” whined
the whilom chief, mad with terror.
“And knife us in the back when we
sleep! No, no! You have kicked and
cuffed us for the last time!”
Bruce picked up one of the rifles and
drew Kathlyn farther into the cave.
“Get behind me and crouch low.
They’ll come around to us presently.”
The rascals gave the rope a savage
pull, and from where he stood Bruce
could see the lean striped body of the
furious tiger leap to freedom.
“Keep your eyes shut. It will not be
a pleasant thing to look at.” he warned
the girl.
But Kathlyn could not have closed
her eyes if she had tried. She saw the
brute pause, turn, and strike at the
helpless man at the wheel, then lope
off, doubtless having in mind to test
his freedom before he fed.
The remaining brigands rushed out
and gathered up the bags of rupees.
This was the opportunity for which
Bruce had waited.
“Come. There may be some outlet
to this cave. Here is another rifle.
Let us cut for it! When thieves fall
out; you know the old saying.”
They ran back several yards and
discovered a kind of chasm leading
diagonally upward.
“Thank God! We can get out of this
after all. Are you strong enough for a
stiff climb?”
"I’ve got to be—John!”
"Trust me, Kathlyn,” he replied sim
ply. He had but one life, but he de
termined then and there to make it
equal or outlast the six lives which
stood between him and liberty.
The brigands, having succeeded In
their mutiny, bethought themselves of
their prisoners, only to find that they
had vanished. Familiar with the cave
and Its outlet, they started eagerly in
pursuit. They reasoned that if an old
man was worth three bags of rupees,
two young people might naturally be
worth twice as much. And besides,
being tigers, they had tasted blood
A shout caused Bruce to turn. In
stantly he raised his rifle, and pulled
the trigger. The result was merely a
snap. The gun had not been loaded.
He snatched Kathlyn's rifle, but this,
too, was useless. The brigands yelled
exultantly and began to swarm up the
ragged cliff. Bruce flung aside the
gun and turned his attention to a
boulder. Half way up the chasm had
a width which was little broader than
the shoulders of an ordinary man. He
waited till he saw the wretches within
“This Time I Am Pretending to Be
Your Enemy.”
a yard or bo of this spot, then pushed
the boulder. It roared and crashed
and bounded, and before it reached
the narrow pathway Bruce had started
a mate to it. Then a third followed.
This caused a terrific slide of rocks
and boulders, and the brigands turned
for their lives.
"That will be about all for the pres
ent,” said Bruce, wiping his forehead.
“Now if we can make that village we
shall be all right. Bala Khan’s men
will not leave with the camels till they
learn whether we are dead or alive. It
will be a hard trek, Miss Kathlyn. Ten
miles over sand is worse than 50 over
turf. I don't think we’ll see any more
of those ruffians."
"Kathlyn,” she said.
"Well—Kathlyn! ”
"Or, better still, at home they cal)
me Kit."
They smiled into each other’s eyes,
and no words were needed. Thus
quickly youth discards its burdens!
That he did not take her into his
arms at once proved the caliber of the
man. And Kathlyn respected him
none the less for his control. She
knew now, and she was certain that
her eyes had told him as frankly as
any words would have done; and she
fell into bis stride, strangely embar
rassed and not a little frightened. The
firm grasp of his hand as here and
there he steadied her sent a thrill of
exquisite pleasure through her.
Love! She laughed softly; and he
stopped and eyed her in astonishment.
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” she answered.
But she went on with the thought
which had provoked her laughter.
Love! Danger all about, unseen, hid
den; misery in the foreground, and
perhaps death beyond; her father back
in chains, to face she knew not what
horrors, and yet she could pause by
the wayside and think of love!
“There was something," he insisted.
Martens Easily Colonized. I
Martens are not at all fastidious
about the outward appearance of their
dwellings, and a large gourd suspended
from the top of a dead tree or a pole,
or any kind of a weathertight box or
barrel, however rude, when divided
intov compartments answers their
needs as well as the most costly and
ornamental house. The rooms should
be about four and one-half inches
wide, seven inches high and eight
inches in diameter. The birds will not
build close to the ground, having a
fear of cats and other invaders; hence
the houses should be elevated from
the ground not less than 15 feet.
Drinking water is essential for mar
tens and all other swallows, and the
presence of a small pond, lake or river
greatly increases the chances for col
onization.
The Miner’s Bath.
Mrs. Rose Pastor Phelps Stokes said
at a recent sociological convention in
New Ydrk:
“The economies that some of the
rich would force upon the poor! Why,
they’d have the poor as impossibly
economical as the miner’s wife in
Trinidad.
“This woman said to a missionary:
“ ‘Talk about economy! Well, sir,
every night when my Bill comes home
I shove him in the bathtub, clothes
and all. and after he gets out I sieve
the water and make briquettes of it
for the lire.’ ’’
"That wasn't happy laughter. Whai
caused it?”
"Some day I will tell you—If we
live.”
"IJve?” Then he laughed.
And she was not slow to recognize
the Homeric quality of his laughter.
“Kit, I am going to get you and your
father out of all this, if but for one
thing.”
"And what Is that?” curious in her
turn.
“I’ll tell you later.” And there the
matter stood.
The journey to the village proved
frightfully exhausting. The two were
in a sorry plight when they reached
the well.
The camel men were overjoyed at
the sight of them.
For hoars they had waited in dread,
contemplating flight, which would take
them anywhere bnt to Bala Khan, who
rewarded cowardice in one fashion
only. Fbr, but for their cowardly In
activity, their charges might by now
be safe In the seaport toward which
they had been journeying. So they
brought food for the two and begged
that they would not be accused of
cowardice to Bala Kahn.
"Poor devils!" said Bruce. “Had
they shown the least resistance those
brigand chaps would have killed them
off like rats." He beckoned to the head
man. "Take us back to Bala Khan in
the morning, and we promise that no
harm shall befall you. Now, find us a
place to sleep.”
Nevertheless, it was hard work to
keep that promise. Bala Khan stormed
and swore that death was too good for
the watery hearts of his camel men.
They should be crucified on the wall.
K&thlyn’s diplomacy alone averted the
tragedy. Finally, with a good deal of
reluctance, Bala Khan gave his word.
So Bruce and Kathlyn planned to
return to Allaha. and it was the khan
himself who devised the method. The
two young people should stain their
skins and don native dress. He would
give them two camels outright, only
they would be obliged to make the
journey without servants.
“But if harm comes to you, and I
hear of it, by the beard of the prophet,
I’ll throw into Allaha such a swarm
of stinging bees that all Hind shall
hear of it. Go, and may Allah watch
over you, infidels though you be!”
• ••••••
Cmballa sent a messenger on be
fore, for h: loved the theatrical,
which is innate in all orientals. He
desired to enter the city to the shrill
ing of reeds and the booming of tom
toms; to impress upon this unruly
populace that he, Durga Ram, was a
man of his word, that when he set out
to accomplish a thing it was as good
as done. His arrival was greeted with
cheers, but there was an undertone of
groans that was not pleasant to his
' keen ears. Deep in his heart he cursed,
| for by these sounds he knew that only
the froth was his, the froth and scum
of the town. The Iron heel; so they
would have It In preference to his
friendship. 0, for somei way to trap
Hamabai, to hold him up in ridicule,
to smash him down from his pedestal,
known but as yet unseen!
He wondered if he would find any
more of those anonymous notes re
lating to the inviolable person of Ra
tnabal. Woe to him who laid them
about, could he but put his hand upon
him! He, Durga Ram, held Allaha in
the hollow of his hand, and this day he
would prove it.
So he put a rope about the waist of
Colonel Hare, and led him through the
streets, as the ancient Romans he had
read about did to the vanquished. He
himself recognized the absurdity of
all these things, but his safety lay in
the fact that the populace at large
were incapable of reasoning for them
selves; they saw only that which was
visible to the eye.
On the palace steps he harangued
the people, praising his deeds. He
alone had gone Into the wilderness
and faced death to ransom their law
ful king. Why these bonds? The
king had shirked his duty; he had be
trayed his trust; but in order that the
people should be no longer without a
head, this man should become their
prisoner king; he should be forced to
sign laws for their betterment. With
out the royal signature the treasury
could not be touched, and now the
soldiers should be paid in full.
From the soldiers about came wild
huzzahs.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Breathe Clean Air.
No matter how carefully screened
the windows of a sleeping car may
be, dust and dirt will sift through the
netting. So when you travel in a train
at night you are forced to breathe in
some unwelcome particles of soot and
soil.
To keep out these particles carry a
roll of cheese cloth or gauze when you
travel and at night wet a square of it
and tack it with thumbtacks or pins
over the window screen. In the morn
ing this square will be thick with soot
and dust—and your lungs will be free
of just that much less. So will your
clothes, which is another considera
tion worth while.
The Book Said So.
The geography class was in session.
One small pupil astonished the class
by stating that in a certain section of
South America there were talking
monkeys. When the teacher ques
tioned the statement the youngster
opened his geography and triumphant
ly read: "Tills region is inhabited by
a species of monkey; properly speak
ing, apes.”
Hint to Budding Authors.
“So you got your poem printed?”
“Yes,” replied the determined author.
“I sent the first stanza to Uncle Know
It-All’s column, with the inquiry: ‘Can
any one give the rest of this poem?’
Then I sent in the complete poem over
another name."
ROADS
MAKING DIRT ROADS BETTER
Foreman Mu6t Know What, How and
When to Plow—Avoid Building Up
Too Much at One Time.
(By E. VAN BENTHtTYSEN.)
With a sandy soil and a subsoil of
clay, or clay and gravel, plow deep
jo as to raise and mix the clay with
the surface soil and sand. The com
bination forms a sand-clay road at
trifling expense.
If the road be entirely of sand a
mistake will be made if it is plowed,
unless clay can be added. Such plow
ing would merely deepen the sand,
ind at the same time break up the
email amount of bard surface material
which may have formed.
If the subsoil is clay, and the sur
face scant in sand or gravel, plowing
should not be resorted to, as It would
result In a clay surface rather than
cne of sand or gravel.
A road foreman must know not only
what to plow and what not to plow,
but how and when to plow.
If the road is of the kind which, ac
cording. to the above instructions,
should be plowed over its whole width,
the best method is to run the first
furrow in the middle of the road and
work out to the sides, thus forming a
crown. Results from such plowing are
greatest in spring or early summer.
In ditches a plow can be used to
good advantage, but should be fol
lowed by a scraper or grader. To
make wide, deep ditches nothing bet
ter than the ordinary drag scraper has
Virginia Road After Improvement
With Top Soil Gravel.
ret been devised. For hauls under 10G
.'eet, or in making “fills,” It Is espe
cially serviceable.
It is a mistake, however, to attempt
:o handle long-haul material with this
scraper, as the wheel-scraper is bet
:er adapted to such work. For hauls
af more than 800 feet, a wagon should
be used. The machine most generally
used in road work is the grader or
road machine. This machine is espe
cially useful it) smoothing and crown
ing the road and in opening ditches.
A clay subsoil under a thin coating
af soil should not be disturbed with
a grader. It is also a mistake to use
i grader indiscriminately and to pull
material from ditches upon a sandy
road.
Not infrequently turf, soil and silt
from ditch bottoms are piled in the
middle of the road in a ridge, making
mudholes a certainty. It is important
n using a grader to avoid building up
Che road too much at one time. A'
■oad gradually built up by frequent
use of the grader will last better than
if completed at one operation.
The foreman frequently thinks his
•oad must be high in the first instance.
He piles up material from 1.en inches
:o a foot in depth, only to learn, with
the arrival of the first rain, that he
a as furnished the material for so many
inches of mud. All material should
jbe brought up in thin layers, each
layer well puddled and firmly packed
by a roller or traffic before the next
is added. A common mistake is to
crown too high with the road machine
an a narrow road.
The split-log drag should be used to
III tl e ruts and smooth the road when
aot too badly washed. The drag pos
sesses great merit and is so simple in
construction and .operation tbat every
farmer should have one.
Read Building Habit.
The road building habit is confined
to no one locality. It has a footing in
48 states. Ali classes take to it.
For Best Results.
The little attention that the eartn
road needs must he given promptly
and at the proper time if the best re
sults are to be obtained.
Good Roads Advocates.
It is gratifying to observe that every
owner of an automobile immediately
becomes an advocate of good roads.
The Road Drag.
The road drag is the simplest and
least expensive contrivance yet de
vised for maintaining earth ,ro^ds.
Improving a Poor Road.
A poor road will not only be Im
proved by proper maintenance, but
may become better In time than a good
road without it
Never leave a 8houlder.
Never leave a shoulder in crowning
a road. Cut clear to the ditches, so
water can flow off the road.
Shape a Road With Grader.
Shape a dirt road up with the grader
but keep It In shape with a split-log’
'rag.
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