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    iThe Adventures of
| Kathlyn
By
HAROLD MAC GRATII
Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture
Production of the Selig Polyscope Co.
(Copyright by Harold MacUratiJ
SYNOPSIS.
Kathlyn Hare, believing her father, Col.
Har •. hi peril, has summoned her, leaves
m*r lumie in California to go to him in
Allaha, India. Uinballa, pretender to the
ihrom >f that principality, has imprisoned
the "oiiinel, named by ttie iate king as iiis
rt-*ir l'p..n her arrival in Alisha, Kathlyn
Is informed by Uinballa tliat. her father
being dead, si • is to be tiueen and must
marry him forthwith. Because of her re
fusal she is si ntence i to undergo two or
3*als uith wild beasts. John Bruce, an
American, saves her life. The elephant
which carries her from the scene of her
trials runs away, separating her from
tile rest of the party. After a ride filled
with peril Kathlyn takes refuge in a
ruined temple but. her haven is also the
• bode of a lion and she is forced to flee
from it. She finds a retreat In the jungle.
> iiy to fall Into the hands of slave trad
e's, who bring her to Allaha to the
(Ptblic mart. She is sold to Uinballa,
who. finding her still unsubmissive,
throws her .nto the dungeon with her
ff.ther Bruce and his friends effect the
rflease of Kathlyn and the colonel, and
the fugitives ere given shelter in the pal
let’ of Bala Khan. Supplied with camels
snd servants by that hospitable prince,
the party endeavors to reach the coast,
but is overpowered by a band of bri
gands, and the encounter results in the
jolonel being delivered to Umbaila, Kath
tyn and Bruce escape from thier captors
»nd return to Allaha, where Kathlyn
learns that her father, while nominally
King, is ir. reality a prisoner. Kathlyn
fescues him. and once more they steal
sway from Allaha, but return when they
learn that Winnie, Kathlyn’s young sis
ter. lias come to fndia. Uinballa makes
her a prisoner. She is crowned queen of
Allaha. Kathlyn. in disguise, gains ad
mission to Winnie’s room, but is discov
*red by t’mballa, who orders that she be
Offered as a sacrifice to the god Jugger
naut. She Is rescued by the colonel and
his friends. Kathlyn. disguised as an ani
mal trainer, fakes part in a public exhi
bition. reveals her identity to the people
And rescues her sister. Kathlyn. Winnie,
their fatiier and Bruce find a hiding place
in the home of Ramabal. The latter’s
wife. Pundits, is the lawful queen of
Allaha and public sentiment In her favor
!* growing. The people at last, weary of
Umballa’s misrule, rise against him.
CHAPTER XIX—Continued.
When Lai Singh staggered into the
house of Ramabai. holding his side in
mortal agony, dying, Kathlyn felt the
recurrence of that strange duality
which she had first known in the
Temple of the Lion.
“We have failed,” whispered Lai
Bingh. “The palace soldiers betrayed
as! All are prisoners, shortly to be
•hot. . . . Food and water there!
. . . Fly!” And thus Lai Singh
pave up his cobbler’s booth.
As in a dream Kathlyn ran from the
house into the street. Winnie would
have followed, but Pundita clung to
her, refusing to let her go. The stony
look in Kathlyn’s eyes had warned
Pundita of the futility of trying to
soerce her.
With the sun breathing in lances of
light against the ancient chair armor,
her golden hair flying behind her like
i cloud, on, on Kathlyn ran, never
stumbling, never faltering, till she
:ame out into the square before the
Ofilace. Like an Amazon of old she
:al!ed to the scattering revolutionists,
sailed, harangued, smothered them
under her scorn and contempt, and
anally roused them to frenzy. She
became again in their eyes the white
goddess w hom no beast nor trap could
harm; and they would have gone to
the gates of hell at a word from her.
And many did.
In her madness Kathlyn turned the
Hde; and when her father's arm closed
round her she sank insensible upon
his breast.
CHAPTER XX.
A Goddess in Armor.
They tell of It to this day in Allaha.
To be sure, they will elaborate and
prevaricate, twist and distort, as only
the Asiatic knows how, having an in
a ate horror of brevity and directness;
but the basic truth of Kathlyn's ex
ploit is held intact The hoary old
beggar who sits with his beggar's
bowl near the steps of the mosque,
loquacious, verbose, and flowery, for
an 8-anna piece will tell you the tale,
which happened all of 30 years ago.
“Thanks, huzoor!” he will begin,
:arefully scrutinizing the coin and
»sting its solidity between two fine
rows of teeth for a man of seventy.
‘Ah, that was a day! It was like a
Jay I knew in Delhi, when I was a
:hlld; for I saw the great Mutiny. I
law the powder magazine. . . Ah,
yes, huzoor; it is about the white god
less that you wish to know. But help
me over to Ali's coffee house, for it Is
iot here, and it is a long story.”
J5o you take the old rascal over to
ind seat him under the umbrellas of
Ali, and you will buy him a sugar
irink and a smoke from a water bot
tle, he having brought forth sugges
tively a cracked amber mouthpiece.
“Huzoor, she came out of nowhere,
in a chain armor that shone like rip
pling water in the sunshine. She was
tall and lithe and vigorous, and as
beautiful as a dream of paradise.
“When we saw the sahibs and Ra
rnabai trapped by the cowardly sol
llers of the palace we found ourselves
without a head. The men who led us
bad vanished. We huddled like sheep,
icattered, formed, fired aimlessly, be
gan to run away. And brave Lai
Singh, with a bullet through his stom
ach, staggered off. We were without
hope. We were brav>e enough, but
(ravery has to be directed. We knew
bnly part of Ramabal's plans."
“And what about this man Ahmed?”
“As the kite flies, he ran back to the
house of Ramabai when everything
had apparently come to an end. For
Ahmed loved the white goddess even
M you and I love life. He was brave,
bat as the serpent Is—wisely. Did not
the white queen of all the English
*ive him a bit of copper to wear on
his breast because he was wise as well
u brave?”
The old beggar tilted his cup with
sut touching it with his lips and let
the sweetened water trickle down his
threat
“When one is old, one is always
grtrsty," he observed. “To go on. So
there we were, like sheep. The ma
jority of us did not have sense enough
to run away. Huzoor, Umballa had
lined up the white men and Ramabai
against the wall In the throne room
| and was about to send them to their
gods, when suddenly I noticed a com
motion in the rear of us. We were
thrown about like sticks in a whirl
pool.
“And then I saw her! Ah, protector
of the poor, you white people rule the
world because you always know what
you want and when you want it But
it is not natural for us brown people
! to think and act quickly at the same
time. I saw her; and I thought at first
that the gates of paradise had opened
and Allah himself had set her down
among us!"
The water bubbles in the bowl of
the pipe and a thin stream of smoke
trickles from his bearded lips. You
must have patience, for he w’ill tell
this tale only in his own fashion.
“Straight to the palace steps she
ran, waving her arms. Behold! She
spoke to us in her own tongue, but
Allah is witness that we understood
what she was saying! First we grew
ashamed, then we stopped running,
then we became men, huzoor. The
lead tubes began to speak again; and
we, too, found our voices. With yells
we followed. And there was battle,
battfe, battle to the very foot of the
throne.
“She threw herself between the lev
eled guns and her people. The sol
diers could not fire. And Umballa,
seeing that In truth he had lost this
time—Umballa fled toward the corri
dors, and none was quick enough to
prevent him.
“But we went shouting after him,
through this corridor and that We
could not find him. It seems he es
caped through one of the chambers in
the zenana."
A shrilling of fifes and a rattling of
drums distract you and break in upon
the story. A company of trim, wiry
Gurkhas tramp past, and you know
by the flag they carry' under whose
rule Allaha works out its destiny to
day. 4
“What became of the captain of the
guards?”
“He was ordered to the arena lions.
But we saved him, loosing the arena
lions to do so. Huzoor, 1 am thirsty
again.”
And you buy him another cup of
sweetened water.
“But we cheered the white'goddess
that day! There are men who will
swear that her feet never touched the
earth as she walked. But I knew that
she was the daughter of Colonel Sahib,
and that she had red blood in her
veins, like the rest of us. Women are
mysteries. Here was one who fought
like an ancient warrior; and yet she
swooned in her father’s arms! That
is all today, huzoor. I am an old man,
A Woman Who Loved Him Hid Him
In a Palanquin.
and my throat dries quickly. Come
tomorrow and I will tell you more.”
But tomorrow comes -to find you in
terested in something else; and the
old beggar juggles his bowl before the
steps of the mosque, patiently waiting
lor another listener.
•••••••
“Kit, Kit!” cried Kathlyn's father
when she came to her senses. "My
girl, my girl!”
“Dad!”
"How could you do it?”
"Do what?” vaguely.
"Lead a forlorn cause to victory;
you, a girl!”
She brushed back the hair which
tumbled about her eyes, glanced at the
powder-stained faces grouped about
her, glanced at the toppled throne, at
Bruce, at Ramabai. She made an ef
fort to explain, but the words would
not come.
“I would not question her,” said
Bruce to the colonel. "For my part,
I never so thoroughly believed in God
as I do now. She does not realize
what she has done.”
The colonel bent his head rever
ently.
“We owe our lives to her,” said Ra
mabai. “Somewhere In the dim ages
there was a great mother, and today
her soul entered the memsahlb.”
“Mine!” murmured Bruce. “This
beautiful, strange woman Is mine! God
send the day quickly when I can take
her In my arms and guard her! Ra
mabai,” he said aloud, “go to the
balcony and proclaim Pundita queen.
Kat us have done with this before
there Is any chance of Umballa recov
ering. What shall we do with the
Council?”
“Wait!” responded Ramabai. "It
is for another to say,” And he point
ed to the marble flags at his feet.
And all understood what honor
meant to this man of dark skin.
“Now,” he continued, "I wish to go
home at once. We will leave a suffi
cient guard here to watch over the
palace. My wife waits; and the death
of Lai.Singh may have—”
The same thought flashed through
Kathlyn's mind; the dagger. Dying
I^al Singh had declared that Ramabai
was a prisoner; and well would Pun
dita comprehended what that meant.
“Yes, yes! let us go quickly!” Kath
lyn cried. Pundita might be dead and
Winnie crazed with grief.
They left the palace immediately.
The overthrow of Umballa seemed
to be complete. Everywhere the sol
diers surrendered, for it was better
to have food in the stomach than lead.
Tomorrow there would be many a pyre
at the murning ghats, but today was a
day of victory.
Every one began to hunt for Umbal
la. There was as yet no price on his
head; it was the zest of hunting only
that set the people to it. They ran in
and out of Umballa’s house, and were
not above looting, though word had
gone forth that Ramabai would have
every looter shot if found in the act.
Rut search as they would, they could
find no trace of Umballa.
A woman who loved him—the only
one loyal to him in all Allaha that day
—had hidden him in a palanquin in
the garden of brides. Crouched down
in the narrow space shuddering at the
sound of shot, whether near or far,
dying a thousand deaths, wishing he
had never been taken from the gutter,
willing to give up his jewels, his
plate, simply to live.
The woman of the zenana, when the
tumult died away completely, found
some slaves. She made them divest
themselves of the royal turbans and
assume ordinary white ones. Then she
told them to carry the palanquin to
a certain house in the fruit bazaar, to
go by side streets, alleys, passages, to
avoid all gatherings. Once in the
house of her sister, the dancer, Um
balla would be safe till he could
secretly return to his own house and
enter the secret chamber.
When Kathlyn left the palace a thun
der of cheers greeted her. Kathlyn
was forced to mount the durbar
throne, much as she longed to be ofT.
But Bruce anticipated her thought and
dispatched one of the revolutionists to
the house of Ramabai. Kathlyn held
out her hands towards the excited
populace, then turned to Ramabai ex
pressively. Ramabai, calm and unruf
fled as ever, stepped forward and was
about to address the people, when the
disheveled captain of the guard, whom
Umballa had sent to the arena lions,
pushed his way to the foot of the plat
form.
ine arena lions nave escaped!
And there were a dozen lions In all,
strong, cruel, and no doubt hungry!
Panic. Men who had been at each
other's throat, bravely and hardily,
turned and fled. It was a foolish
panic, senseless, but, like all panics,
uncontrollable. Those on the plat
form ran down the steps and at once
were swallowed up by the pressing,
trampling tfkowd.
Bruce and the colonel, believing that
Kathlyn was behind them, fought their
way to a clearing, determined to se
cure nets and take the lions alive.
When they turned Kathlyn was gone.
For a moment the two men stood as if
paralyzed. Then Bruce relieved the
tension by smiling. He laid his hand
on the colonel’s shoulder.
"She has lost us; but that will not
matter. Ordinarily I should be wild
with anxiety; but today Kathlyn may
go where she will, and nothing but
awe and reverence will follow her. Be
sides, she has her revolver."
"I believe you're right. She will
miss us and start right off for Rama
bai’s. Boy, she is a goddess. She is
supernatural."
“She was this morning. As God is
judge, I do not believe she under
stands or ever will understand what
she did. You noticed her eyes? They
were like those of a person in a trance.
Think of it. To turn the tide at the
supreme moment! That coat of mail;
her hair falling about. her head.
. . . Ah. colonel, what’s the use of
beating about the bush? You know I
love her. Will you give her to me?”
Without a moment’s hesitation the
colonel said: "Yes, John. You have
proved yourself a man. God bless you
both! But we're not out of the woods
yet. We've got to find Umballa and
lock him up. When that’s done 111 be
able to breathe.”
“I believe it is as Ahmed says: we’ll
all pull out of this safely in the end.
Now, let's go and get the nets. There
will not be a dozen men in the whole
town who will have sense enough to
shoot the lions as they appear. They’ll
howl and run for shelter. Ramabai’s
welcome to Allaha. Hi, there’s one
now; see, coming round the corner!
I’ll pot him.”
But ere Bruce could level his weapon
the lion turned back, perhaps fright
ened at the clamor.
Kathlyn was not alarmed upon find
ing herself separated from the two
men she loved so well. Her only con
cern was to avoid being knocked
down and trampled upon. She knew
animals. If left quietly to themselves
the lions would make for the jungle,
but if harried or frightened they would,
maul any one within reach.
Kathlyn was packed in rather close
ly, and she was carried past the street
which led to the house of Ramabai,
though she struggled desperately to
push through. She was presently car
ried into the bazaars. The people in
their senseless flight tried to do what
they could for her, but self-preserva
tion was their first thought And it
wasn’t the cleanest smelling crowd in
the world, either.
At the same time Kathlyn was fight
ing vigorously to get free of the mob,
Winnie was struggling with Pundita,
striving to wrench the dagger from
the grief-stricken wife’s hand.
“No, no, Pundita!”
“Let me go! My lord is dead, and
I wish to follow!"
“You are a Christian!”
"Ai al!"
"But be may not be dead. Help,
help!”
"Is not Lai Singh there dead? Is
that not proof?”
i
•Hither and thither across the floor
they fought But Winnie soon real
ized that Pundita, being in a frenzy,
was strongest. The struggle ended
quickly, however, but not through Win
nie’s efforts. Pundita did something
unoriental: she fainted, dragging Win
nie to the floor with her. The young
girl’s head came into contact with the 1
wall, and she was stunned for a mo
ment. Upon sitting up she did not
know exactly where she was But
the calm, high-bred face of the dead
Lai Singh recalled the situation clear
ly, and she went about the resuscita
tion of Pundita.
As the latter’s eyes opened wildly
Winnie heard a pounding at the door.
She was pulled tw’o ways. If she an
swered the summons Pundita might
take advantage of her absence and
kill herself. Again, it might be the
help for which she had called.
Instinctively she snatched up the
fallen dagger, ran to the door, peered
out cautiously, and recognized one of
tho revolutionists who had left the
house but an hour or two since. She
flung open the door.
“Pundita?” cried the man.
Winnie caught him by the sleeve
and dragged him into the chamber
. . . Just in time. The distracted Pun-1
"The Arena Lions Have Escaped!”
dita had plucked another dagger f.om
the wall, and the man stayed her
arm even a3 she struck.
‘‘Highness,” he cried, ‘‘he lives!”
And he recounted the startling events
of the morning, the treachery of the
palace troops, the coming of Kath
lyn in chain armor, &e turn of the
tide.
‘‘They live!” cried Pundita, and cov
ered her face.
Winnie had not understood a word
said, but the expression on Pundita's
face was illuminative. She threw her
arms around the native woman, and
the two of them wept in common. All
human beings have two faculties alike,
that of weeping and laughing.
To return to Kathlyn: by and by
she was able to slip into a doorway,
and the bawling rabble passed on
down the narrow street. The ^louse
was deserted, and the hallway and
what had been a booth was filled with
rubbish. Kathlyn, as she leaned
breathlessly against the door, felt it
give. And very glad she was of this
knowledge a moment later, when two
lions galloped into the street, their
manes stiff, their tails arched. Doubt
less, they were badly frightened.
Kathlyn reached for the revolver
she carried and fired at the animals,
not expecting to hit one of th§m, but
hoping that the noise of the firearms
would swerve them into the passage
across the way. Instead, they came
straight to where she stood.
She stepped inside and slammed the
door, holding it and feeling about in
vain for lock or bolt.
Evidently the lions had halted out
side, undecided, for she could hear
them sniffing at the doorsill. If they
leaped she was lost, for she could not
hope to hold the door against the on
rush of beasts as heavy as these lions
were.
Elsewhere in the bazaars the colo
nel, Bruce, and Ahmed were setting
nets for the recapture of the lions,
quite confident that Kathlyn was by
this time safe in the haven of Rama
bai’s house.
The girl glanced hurriedly over her
shoulder toward the dim rickety stair
case. The moment the sniffing ceased
I
she withdrew from the door and ran
up the stairs to the first landing, to
find all these doors lockless! A crash
below announced that the lions had
heard her ar.d had entered. There
was a second flight, and up this flew
the girl. She might fire at the beasts,,
and even if she succeeded in bitting
them it would serve only to madden
them. One cannot kill lions with a
toy.
Still lockless doors! No safety.
She then espied a ladder which gave
to the roof top, and up this she
climbed. They could not possibly fol
low her up the ladder, and as she
reached the top she knew that for the
present she had nothing to fear from
the lions.
The interior of the house was of the
flimsiest wood, slovenly put together.
Along the roof was a parapet. She
left the trap one so that she could
see all that went on below. Almost
as she looked the tawny bodies swept
up to the foot of the ladder, and there
remained, snarling and spitting and
reaching up as far as they could.
Somewhere on the way Kathivn knew
that these lions had tasted blood.
It was in this street dwelt the sistei
of the woman in the zenana, the worn
an who loved Umballa.
Kathlyn leaned over the parapet,
the street was totally deserted. All
the doors of the shops were closed
and the windows shut. She must
fight it out alone. She drew a deep
breath and squared her shoulders, a
trick she had long ago learned from
her father. She had fought battles
alone ere this, so she was not with
out confidence. Perhaps the lions,
finding their efforts futile, would de
part. She must wait.
It grew to noon. The sun beat down
upon her savagely. Here and there
she could see fires in the city. Pillage
The muezzin's tower of the mosque
was like a finger pointing to heaven
She could even glimpse a patch of
white stucco which belonged to the
palace.
And she had fought her- way that
morning to the steps of the palace, as
the daughter of the Goth had scaled
the steps of thp Quirinal in Rome! It
was unbelievable! She could not re
member anything but the dead Lai
Singh and the strong arms of her fa
ther as she came out of her swoon
And she had turned defeat into vic
tory! She drew her hand across her
eyes.
One of the lions sent up a nerve
shaking roar; but Kathlyn did not stir.
Silence.
Then, round the passage she saw a
palanquin, carried by slaves. She
leaned far over.
"Help!” she cried. “Help!”
The bearers paused abruptly, and
the curtain of the palanquin was
swept back. The .'*!rk sinister visage
of Umballa was revealed.
“Thou?” he said. Then his laughtei
rose up to the girl, motionless through
her terror. "Come down, O houri ol
Saadi! Come to the arms of Durga
Ram, who loves you! Wilt not? Woe
to thee!" dropping his mockery.
“Yes, Durga Ram, it is I!” replied
Kathlyn, finding her voice, insensate
rage usurping the throne of terror
"Here I am; come and take me!”
Let him face the lions!
Umballa left the palaquin, opened
the door of the house, espied the rub
bish in the hall; was in the act ol
mounting the first steps when one ol
the lions roared again. Drunk as he
was. filled with a drunkard’s courage
Umballa started back. The lions! Oul
into the street he went. He turned
to the bearers and ordered them to fire
the inflammables in the hall. But thej
refused, for they recognized the chain
armor. Mad with rage, Umballa struck
at them, entered the hall again, and
threw a lighted match into the rub
bish.
He left the horrified bearers and
staggered to the house where he was
to find shelter. He was admitted, thf
door closed and barred. From a win
dow he watched the progress of tht
fire. At last! He would pass from
Allaha, but not without his revenge
It was sweet! She could not escape;
the lions would bar the way till it was
too late. Let her God save her if he
could!
The smoke rose quickly. It volleyed
and poured out of the windows, thick
and black. Flame tongues darted
hither and yon. Higher and higher
till at length the form on the parapet
was no longer visible.
Umballa took from his cummerbund
his last bottle of wine, broke the neck
against the window sill, and drank
cutting his lips as he did so.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
GOOD WORK BY ENGINEERS
Peculiar Case of Construction in Chi
cago Has Elicited Admiration
of Experts.
The making of a connection be
tween a tunnel and a large pump
well filied with water, without allow
ing any of the water to flood the tube
after the well had been pierced, was
the unusual feat accomplished at one
of the pumping stations of the, Chi
cago waterworks system. The work
was done by lowering Into the well
a huge shield of cast iron shaped like
the back of a turtle. The edges of
this shield were provided with rubber
bearing surfaces to make a water-tight
connection with walls of the well.
When the shield was pumped out the
tunnel workers broke through the wall
and into the dry cavity formed by the
shield. The use of rods 31! feet long
for discovering openings, the dynamit
ing of rock in the tunnel within a few
feet of a 40,000,000-gallon pump, and
safety-first provisions In the way of
emergency pumps are the special fea
tures of the work.—Engineering Rec
ord.
Truly There Is Nothing New.
A French savant once said that
“there was nothing new except that
which has been forgotten.” A very
true assertion, since even the an
cients made attempts to navigate the
air and succeeded to some extent
MOTHER OF MANY CHILDREN
Recent Birth of “Quintet" to an Ital
ian Recalls Famous “Grav
ata Case."
The Palermo woman, Rosa Sale/nl,
who presented her husband recently
with five boys, all well formed, and,
according to the doctor's report, “eat
ing well and crying well,” has not
wrested the record from the peasant
girl. Gravata of Tuscany, says the
London Chronicle.
She was the twin daughter of a
woman who was herself one of trip
lets, and married a man of her own
class, she set the seal on the family
reputation, though she led off mod
estly with a baby girl. On the next
occasion she made her husband a pres
ent of six little sons, and followed that
the next year with five more. Then
came a couple of triplets, which were
followed by a quartet. Then ensued a
long procession of ones and twos, and,
as a wind-up came four boys, bringing
the number of her living children np
to 62, and assuring to her endlesa
fame In obstetrical annals as the
‘Gravata Case."
Thackeray and Dickens.
Thackeray was always very Jealous
of the popularity of the novels ol
Dickens. While from a literary stand
point Dickens does not eclipse Thack
eray, yet his works have alwayB been
the bigger sellers of the twee
ffimsfi
mmm
DEPENDENCE ON DIRT ROADS
They Are of Much Importance to
Farmer and Are Good Nine Month*
in Year if Properly Cared For.
For many years nine-tenths of the
roads in the country must be dirt
roads. It is on these roads that farm
ers for the most part go to church and
go to school. They are much more
important than the greater highways
of travel in the country. We have a
great demand for "good roads,” mean
ing hard-s»rfaced roads of some sort,
w hether brick, macadam, gravel or ce
ment; but we have come to a point
now when it should be known to all
men that since the advent of the auto
mobile no limestone road is worth put
ting down, in the corn belt, about the
only road material we have, outside
ot our dirt roads, is limestone. The
brick road is better in the end than
macadam, because it will endure the
strain of automobile travel. The ce
ment road is yet in the experimental
stage. The gravel road is only pos
sible where gravel is near. Hence the
great majority of our farm folks must
travel to and from the church and
school and nearby town over dirt
roads.
If the dirt road is first properly
drained to take off the water that
comes in from below or from the side,
if it is properly graded up and there
are good, permanent culverts and
bridges, and it is then properly
dragged, the dirt road is good enough
for nine months in the year, and long
er. If the above conditions are com
plied with, it is better during most of
that time than any macadam or brick
road that ever was built.
Some of our readers will say: “Oh,
you are singing that old song again.
You are talking about the drag.” Ver
ily, we are. In our recent trips East,
we have been glad to see that tarmers
in Ohio and Pennsylvania are drag
ging. says Wallace's Farmer. Although
the drag is not as useful there as here,
on account of the stones in the road,
they are nevertheless using the drag.
There is no use dragging the road
until it has been drained and rounded
up by the scraper; but after that is
done, the drag is the best tool that
can be used. Our readers who have
automobiles often find during the sum
mer a piece of dragged road that is a
delight; and then they run onto a piece
where the supervisors evidently had
no gumption, a piece of road that
causes vexation of spirit if not inter
nal profanity every time the farmer
rides over it. It is enough to make
even a righteous man mad.
One thing we want to remind you
of—that the longer a road has been
dragged, the better it becomes. We
have never claimed that you could
ma!ke a perfect dragged road inside of
about six years of proper dragging;
but dragging improves it from the
start, and in time the clay of the road
becomes almost like brick, but at the
same time smooth and elastic; and if
the road be oval and well drained, it
is an ideal road.
Our farmers who do not want to
take their wives and families over
humpety, bumpety roads, and make
them disgusted every time they go to
church or to town, should see to it
Road After Improvement With Top
Soil Gravel.
that the roads freeze up as smooth as
possible this winter. They should get
out after every rain now, and drag.
‘ Drag, brother, drag!” If another rain
comes, get on the road again and drag
some more. Every farmer on these
dirt roads should see that his road is
dragged smooth before it freezes up.
Then there will be no trouble except
snow. Dragging won’t help that; but
nothing else will, not even hard sur
facing.
Poor Highways.
Poor highways lessen the profit of
labor, increase the cost of living, bur
den the enterprise of the people, dull
the morality of our citizenship and
hold down the educational advance
ment of the country.
Cement Culvert Joints.
Fill all culvert joints with cement.
You don’t want water to escape
through joints.
Lead to Better Times.
Good roads lead to better times.
Take Care of Roughage.
One of the great losses on many
farms is the waste of abundance of fall
roughage feed. Don’t let any of It
spoil.
Kicking the Hired Man.
The man who cannot kick the hired
man harder than the hired man kicks
the cow doesn’t deserve the name of
farmer.
Wet Bedding la Bad.
Wet bedding will give a pig a cough.
There is no profit in coughing pigs ’
No sick headache, sour stomach,
biliousness or constipation
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Turn the rascals out—the hpadache,
biliousness, indigestion, the sick, sour
stomach and foul gases—turn them
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Cascarets.
Millions of men and women take a
Cascaret now and then and never
know the misery caused by a lazy
liver, clogged bowels or an upset stom
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Don’t put in another day of distress.
Let Cascarets cleanse your stomacK:
remove the sour, fermenting food,
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waste matter and poison in the
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Those who walk in the straight .
narrow path do not have to m*:
their ways.
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