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Cargos Gt.gg »* callej In Lrg
katr Horst.. tie ya > t 1 •* owner
•w ng .board with . .m and his
ftVS.: Hyltoc •'hater, a .toilaUv sees
• tom i . ■ icraj.h of a young girl Thai
nut ; • rise;* saf- Is ribW The
p4. e mh] i it Hornby is a fraud and
(Mr Lola's lutB'-r a fai*»- iiir Gregg Vis
Ms Capt Jack iHirntord of the marines
aboard bts i easel Ibirt.forJ knows, but
• d; m revwl. the mystery of the L>U.
•'ll ittens a woman.** In lamdon
Gregg Is trapped nearly to hia death by
a f..rmer vr t van. Ol.nto Visiting in
I* err.-* •• gg ti.eer* M.riel IsHthronit.
H e . I »ra ami Muriel hatrodueea
bin aa Marflr. Wwadroffe. her father's
friend Gregg Studs mat she is engaged
to Mieadrof'. Gregg e.es a ropy of the
tom fii ...’ g: tph on the leU and flnds
that the young girl Is Munel's friend.
W<• utr fi. dtMfipeui Gregg discovers
the k4v of a n . r.1. red woman in Ran
norti • <- Th» body disappears and in
Its pda* e > found tbr bndv of Olinto.
Oraag talks to tie- paler but conceals his
own kt.. • Iv .<f tl.e w mat. Muriel
rails ** r* - . . in mini t« 11* him that
**»• i» trfttiB that a w^n an a* well ar
• »ar : been rrurdrred
CHAPTER VI.—Continued.
1 at <•?. e gladly accepted her invi
tat on to investigate tbe curious dis
appearance of the body of poor Olin
to s !. .ip* vidua, determined to ob
tain the secret knowledge possessed
by 'hat smart, handsome girl before
ni- H at her suspicions were in the
right d.re-tion i felt confident, yet if
the dead woman had been removed
and t-dden by the assassin it must have
been after the discovery made by me.
The 'cilow must have actually dared
to return to the spot and carry off the
‘-t.tr Yet if he had door that, why
d*d he ah- w the corpse of the Italian
to re~ am ar.d aw ait discovery ? He
Hugh’ perhaps have been disturbed
and < on pelled to make good his
eacape.
' Yon tell me. Miss Muriel, that you
etssj-'t t!.» truth, and yet you deny
ail k! .edge of the murdered man!”
1 ex. - —.m'-d in a tone of slight re
proach
■ 1‘r.iil we have cleared up the mys
tery of the woman 1 can say nothing ‘
was her answer "1 can only tell you.
Mr tiregg. that if what I suspect is
true, then tfc affair will be found to
be ore of the strang. .si. most startling
and must ing r.iou- plots ever devised
by one man against the life of an
oilier"
Thee a man is the assassin, you
think’” I exclaimed quickly.
1 V :eve so. Hut even of that I
am not at all sure. We must first find
tbe wcmitt ”
•••••••
Han-ioch wood was already in its
goid brown glory of autumn, and as .1
Mood with Muriel Leithcourt on the
• .ige Of it. near the spot where Olinto
Santmi bad fallen, the morning sun
was shitting in a cloudless sky. I
asked her opinion which was the most
likely corner, but she replied:
I know so little of this place. Mr
*«r'*g* You have known it for years,
while this is only my first season
here "
Very well.” I answered. "Let ns
•tart here and first take a small circle,
examining every bush carefully. The
body may have easily been pushed in
beneath a thicket and well escape ob
_ serration.''
And so together, after taking our
bearings, we started off. working our
way into the thick undergrowth, beat
ing with our sticks, and making mi
nute examination ot every bush or
heap oi dead leaves All through the
morn lag we w alked on. our hands
badly torn by brambles. My own coat
was badly torn, and more than once I
was compelled to scramble through
almost .ntpassable thickets; yet we
found no trace of any previous in
truder, and having completed our
ctrrle were compelled to admit that
the gruesome evidence of the second
crime did not exist at that spot.
’urtel was untiring in her activity.
Hii :.er and thither she went, beating
down the high bracken and tangles of
weeds, poking with her slick into ev
ery hole and i-orner and going far
tber and farther into the wood in the
certainty that the body was therein
concealed
Soon we came to a deep wooded ra
vine of the existence of which I was
In ignorance It was a kind of small
glen through which a rivulet flowed,
bnf tbe banks were covered with a
thick, impenetrable undergrowth.
"This is a most likely place." de
clared my dainty little companion as
we approached it. "Anything could
easily be concealed in that high
bracken down there. Let us search
the whole glen from end to end.” she
cried with enthusiasm.
Acting uptn her suggestion ana
without thought of luncheon, we made
a descent of the steep bank until
we reached the rocky bed of the
stream. Undaunted, she went on,
springing from stone to stone and
steadying herself with her stick. If
we could only discover the body of the
dead woman, then the rest would be
clear, she declared. She would openly
denounce the assassin.
The sun had set, and the sky above
showed the crimson of the distant
afterglow, warning us that it was time
we began to think of how to make our
exit. We were passing around a sharp
bend in the glen where the bowlders
were so thickly moss grown that our
feet fell noiselessly, when 1 thought
I heard a voice, and raising my hand
we both halted suddenly.
“Someone is there," I whispered
quickly. "Behind that rock." She
nodded ir, the affirmative, for she, too,
had heard the voice.
We listened, but the sound was not 1
related. That someone was on the *
other side of the rock I knew, for in ■
a tree in the vicinity a thrush was hop
I ins from twig to twig, sounding its
alarin-cry and objecting to being dis
mrDea.
Therefore we crept silently forward j
together to ascertain who were the in
truders The only manner, however,
in which to get a view beyond the
huge rot k that, having fallen across the
stream centuries ago, had diverted its
channel, was to clamber up its mossy
sides to the summit. This we did ea
gerly and breathlessly, without betray
ing our presence by the utterance of
a single word and laying ourselves flat
as we came to its summit.
Then together we peered over, just,
however, in time to see two dark fig
ures of men disappearing into the
thicket on the opposite side of the
glen.
"Who are they. 1 wonder?” I asked.
"Do you recognize them?”
"No. They are entire strangers to
me,” was her answer. "But they seem
fairly well dressed. Perhaps two
sportsmen from some shooting party
in the neighborhood. They’ve lost
their way most probably.”
"But 1 don’t think they carried guns.”
1 said. "One of them had something
over his shoulder?"
"Wasn’t it a gun? 1 thought it!
was.”
“No, he wasn't carrying it like he’d 1
carry a gun. It was short—and
seemed more like a spade.”
“A spade!” she gasped quickly in
a low voice.
At the moment my eye caught sight
of a portion of the ground below us
at the base of the rock which had evi
dently been recently disturbed.
"It is a spade the man is carrying!”
I cried excitedly. "Look down there!
I They've just been burying something!"
Her quick eyes followed the direc
tion I indicated, and she answered:
“I really believe they have concealed
something!”
Then when we had allowed the men
to get beyond hearing, we both slipped
down to the other side of the bowlder
and there discovered many signs that
the earth had been hurriedly exca
vated and only just replaced.
Quicker than it takes to describe the
exciting incident which followed, we
broke down the branch of a tree and
with it commenced moving the freshly
disturbed earth, which was still soft
and easily removed.
Muriel found a dead branch in the
vicinity, and both of us set to work
with a will, eager to ascertain what
was hidden there. That something
had certainly been concealed was. to
us. quite evident, but what it really
was we could not surmise.
Digging with a piece of wood was
hard and laborious work and it was
a long time before we removed suffi
cient earth to make a hole of any size.
But Muriel exerted all her energy, and
both of us worked on in dogged silence
full of wonder and anticipation. With
a spade we should have soon been able
to Investigate, but the earth having
apparently been stamped down hard
prior to the last covering being put
u|ion it, our progress was very slow
and difficult.
At last, a quarter of an hour or so
after we had commenced. Muriel,
standing in the hole and having dug
her stake deeply into the ground, sud
denly cried:
"Look! Look, Mr. Gregg! Why_
whatever is that?”
1 bent forward as she indicated, and
my eyes met an object so unexpected
that I was held dumb and motionless.
The amazing enigma was surely
complete!
CHAPTER VII.
Contain* a Surprise.
The first object brought to light,
about two feet beneath the surface,
was a piece of dark gray woolen stuff
which, when the mold was removed,
proved to be part of a woman's skirt.
With frantic eagerness I got into the
hole we had made and removed the
soil with my hands, until I suddenly
touched something hard.
A body lay there, doubled up and
ciushed into the well-like hole the
men had dug.
Together we pulled It out, when, to
my surprise, on wiping away the dirt
from the hard, waxen features. I rec
ognized it as the body of Armida, the
woman who had been my servant in
Leghorn and who had afterwards mar
ried Olinto. Both had been assassi
nated!
When Muriel gazed upon the dead
woman's face she gave vent to an ex
pression of surprise. The body was
evidently not that of the person she
had expected to find.
"Who is she, I wonder?" my com
panion ejaculated. “Not a lady, evi
dently, by her dress and hands."
“Evidently not," was my response,
for I still deemed it best to keep my
own counsel. I recollected the story
Olinto had told me about his wife; of
her illness and her longing to return
to Italy. Yet the dead woman's coun
tenance must have been healthy
enough in life, although her hands
were rough and hard, showing that
she had been doing manual labor.
Armida had been a particularly good
housemaid, a black-haired, black-eyed
Tuscan, quick, cleanly and full of a
keen sense of humor. It was a great
shock to me to find her lying dead.
The breast of her dress was stained
with dried blood, which, on examina
tion. I found had issued from a deep
and fatal wound beneath the ear where
she had been struck an unerring blow
that had severed the artery.
"Those men—those men who buried
her! I wonder who they were?" my
companion exclaimed in a hushed
voice. “We must follow them and as
Then Together We Peered Over.
certain. They are certainly the mur
derers who have returned in secret
and concealed the evidence of this sec
ond crime.”
“Yes,” I said. "Let us go after them.
They must not escape us.”
Then, leaving the exhumed body be
neath a tree. I caught Muriel by the
waist and waded across the deep chan
nel worn by the stream at that point,
after which we both ascended the
steep bank, where the pair had dis
appeared in the darkness of the wood.
\Ye went on through the gloomy for
est, for the light had faded and eve
ning was now creeping on. From time
to time we halted and listened. But
there was a dead silence, broken only
by the shrill cry of a night bird and
the low rustling of the leaves in the
autumn wind. The men knew their
way, it seemed, even though the wood
was trackless. Yet they had nearly
twenty minutes start of us, and in that
time they might be already out in the
open country. Would they succeed in
evading us? Yet even if they did, I
could describe the dress of one of
them, while that of his companion was
as far as I made out, dark blue, of a
somewhat nautical cut. He wore also
a flat cap. with a peak. We went on.
But we saw no sign of the men who
had so secretly concealed the body of
their victim. .
"You expected to discover another
woman, did you not, Miss Leithcourt?"
I asked presently, as we walked across
the moor
“Yes.” she answered. “I expected to
find an entirely different person.”
“But IS the identity of the dead wom
an is established?” I asked.
“It might furnish me with a clue,”
she exclaimed quickly. "Yes, try and
discover who she is.”
“Who was the woman you expected
to find?”
“A friend—a very dear friend.”
“Will you not tell me her name?” I
inquired.
“No, it would be unfair to her ” she
responded decisively, an answer
which to me was particularly tanta
lizing.
It was quite dark when I took leave
of my bright little companion, who.
tired out and yet uncomplaining,
pressed my hand and wished me good
fortune in my investigation.
At half-past nine that night 1 pulled
up the dogcart before the chief police
station at Dumfries, and alighting at
once sought the big fair Highlander
Mackenzie, with whom I had had the
consultation on the previous day.
When we were seated in his room
beneath the hissing gas jet, I related
my adventure and the result of my in
vestigation.
“What?" he cried, jumping up.
“You've unearthed another body—a
woman's?"
“I have. And what is more. I can
identify her." I replied. “Her name
is Armida. and she was wife of the
murdered man Olinto Santini.”
“Then both husband and wife were
kiiieu .
“Without a doubt—a double trag
edy."
“But the two men who concealed the
body! Will you describe them?"
1 did so. and he wrote at my dicta
tion. and calling in one of his sub
inspectors, gave him instructions for
the immediate circulation of the de
scription to all the police stations in
the county, saying the two men were
wanted on a charge of willful murder.
His lips were pressed together in
distinct dissatisfaction as he asked:
“The body is still in the glen, where
you left it?"
“Yes. If you wish. I will take you
to the spot. 1 can drive you and your
assistant up there."
"Certainly. Let us go.” he ex
claimed, rising at once and ringing his
bell.
“Get three good lanterns and some
matches and put them in this gentle
man's trap outside." he said to the
cSnstable who answered his summons.
“And tell Gilbert Campbell that 1 want
him to go with me up to Rannoeh
wood."
He asked: “When do you expect to
get a telegram from your friend, the
consul at Leghorn? 1 am anxious for
that, in order that we may commence
inquiries in London."
“The day after tomorrow. I hope.
He will certainly reply at once, pro
viding the dead man's father can still
[ be found."
At that moment a tall, thin man, who
i proved to be Detective Campbell, en
tered. and five minutes later we were
all three driving over the uneven cob
bles of Dumfries and out in the dark
ness towards Rannoeh. When we
reached the wood we all descended
and. with Mackenzie and Campbell
I carrying lanterns, walked on carefully,
j keeping straight on in the direction of
1 the glen, and halting every now and
j then to listen for the rippling of the
I stream.
At last, after some difficulty, we dis
covered it. and searching along the
bank with our three powerful light, 1
presently detected the huge nioss
j grown bowlder whereon I had stood
when the pair of fugitives had disap
peared.
“Look!" I cried. “There's the spot!"
And quickly we clambered down the
steep bank, lowering ourselves by the
branches of the trees until we came
to the water into which I waded, be
ing followed closely by my two com
panions.
On gaining the opposite side I clam
bered up to the base of the bowlder and
lowered my lantern to reveal to them
the gruesome evidence of the ‘second
crime, but the next instant I cried:
“Why! It's gone!”
"Gone!" gasped the two men.
“Yes. It was here. Look! this is the
hole where they buried it! But they
evidently returned, and finding it ex
humed. they’ve retaken possession of
it and carried it away!"
As we stood there durofounded at
the disappearance of the body, the
Highlander's quick glance caught
something, and stooping he picked it
up and examined the little object by
the aid of his lantern.
Within his palm I saw lying a tiny
little gold cross, about an inch long,
enameled in red. while in the center
was a circular miniature of a kneeling
saint, an elegant and beautifully exe
cuted little trinket which might have
adorned a lady’s bracelet.
“This is a pretty little thing!" re
marked the detective. “It may possi
bly lead us to something. BHt, Mr
Gregg," he added, turning to me, "are
you quite certain you left the body
here?”
“Certain?’’ I echoed. “Why. look at
the hole I made. You don’t think 1
have any interest in leading you here
on a fool’s errand, do you?”'
"Not at all,” he said apologetically.
“Only the whole affair seems so very I
Inconceivable—I mean that the men.
having once got rid of the evidence of
their crime, would hardly return to the
spot and reobtain possession of it.”
“Unless they watched me exhume it.
and feared the consequences if it fell
into your hands.” I suggested
“Of course they might have watched
you from behind the trees, and when
you had gone they came aud carried
it away somewhere else," he remarked
dubiously; "but even if they did. it
must be in this wood. They would
never risk carrying a body very far,
and here is surely the brst place of
concealment in the whole country."
“The only thing remaining is tc
search the wood at daylight,” 1 sug
Rested. “If the two men came back
here during my absence they may still
be on the watch in the vicinity."
“Most probably they are. We must
take every precaution." he said deci
sively.
At dawn Mackenzie, with four of his
men, made a thorough examination oi
the wood but although they continued
1
“Look! Look, Mr. Gregg:’’
until dusk they discovered nothing
; neither was anything heard of the niys
; terious seafarer and his companion in
I brown tweeds.
1 called on Muriel and explained
how the body had so suddenly disap
peared. whereupon she stared at me
pale faced, saying:
“The assassins must have watched
us! They are aware, then, that we
have knowledge of their crime?"
"Of course,” 1 said
"Ah!" she cried hoarsely. "Then we
are both in deadly peril—peril of oui
own lives! These people will hesitate
at nothing Both you and I are marked
down by them, without a doubt. We
must both be wary not to fall into any
trap they may lay for us.”
Her very words seemed ati admis
sion that she was aware of the identity
of the conspirators, and yet she would
give me no clue to them.
Next day J accompanied the party
over to Glenlea. about five miles dis
; tant, and at noon at a spot previously
arranged, we found the ladies awaiting
us with luncheon spread under the
trees. As soon as we approached
Muriel came forward quickly, handing
me a telegram, saying that it had been
sent over by one of iny uncle's grooms
at the moment they were leaving the
castle.
1 tore it open eagerly and read its
contents. It was from Frank Hutch
eson in Leghorn, and read:
Made inquiries. Oiinto Santini married
your servant Armkta at Italian vonsulate
cenerai in Ixindon about a year ago. They
live f4B Albany Road. Camberwell: he is
employed waiter Kerrari's restaurant.
West bourne Grove.—British Consulate.
Leghorn.
• TO BE CONTINUED.)
Destructive Starfish.
Clearing Narragansett bay of that
voracious enemy of the oyster, clam
and scallop, the starfish, is one of the
principal recommendations of the
commissioners of shell fisheries in the
annual report just presented to the
general assembly. Many acres of free
ground—17.000 acres are exempt by
law—are described as only breeding
places for the starfish, which during
the past year destroyed a million bush
els of oysters besides ravaging the
beds of clams and scallops. So seri
ous a menace to the shellfish indus
try is the starfish that the revenue of
the state from leased oyster grounds
is being affected. The starfish set
during June and July Immense num
bers are found upon seaweed. It is
estimated that the starfish iu one cart
load of seaweed are capable of de
stroving over six million clams in one
week. Raking the seaweed ashore is
one way of killing the stars by the
million.—Providence Bulletin
NEW IDEA IN GOVERNMENT!
Hard to Raise Objection to the Latest
Phase. Which Is Practical
Benevolence.
Here at last is a form of govern
mental benevolence against which no
possible objection can be urged: Pe
troleum has been made to yield gas |
olio* suitable for fuel, and toluol and (
benzol necessary for dyestuffs and
high explosives; yet the process is to
be given to the public for the benefit
of alL
The discoveries are important and
they must be practical or the an
oouncement would not have been
miuJe so definitely bv the government.
But the really notable feature Is that
they are not to be commercialized for
individual or corporate profit on the
one band, nor are they to be monopo
lized by the government on the other
We have grown accustomed to fed
eral co-operation in agriculture, and
the seeding of the continent no longer
elicits comment; for the government
to make distinct contributions to the
processes of manufacture la newer.
and it opens a field of possibilities in i
which it can render vast service.
Hitherto individual investigators have
made our discoveries, and financiers
have exploited them for private gain.
If. in the future, our government shall
be able to point the way to new devel
opments in scientific industry, there
will be a frank recognition that the
government really “exists for the peo
ple-”—Philadelphia Public Ledger.
Changing Diet of the Chinese.
Americans who have been influ
enced by the Orient to the extent of
taking their tea clear, without milk
or sugar, will be astonished to learn
that the Occident is now bent on
teaching the Chinese to use milk with
their decoction of tea leaves—and con
densed milk at that.
An enterprising condensed milk
company is pushing the campaign and
expects to be successful. This con
cern has already introduced con
densed milk ice cream to the Chinese,
and they like it so well that many
of the restaurants keep it always on
hand.
Practically no fresh milk Is to be
had in China, although the natives
seem familiar enough with the virtues
of both the fresh and the condensed
article
Perhaps after all of the Orientals
have taken their tea clear because
there was no milk to put in it and
not because they thought the addition
of milk ruined the beverage.
Crowding In.
How many fares may be crowded
into a jitney at one time? The night
is dark and stormy. It is a long way
home. Six little playmates, three
young men and three young women
are waiting on a corner to catch the
first jitney home. Along breezes a
five-passenger car. One of the five
seats is occupied by the driver. Now
we leave it to you, gentle reader. Is
the party to be split up? Are three to
stand there in the downpour until the
next jitney happens along, or are the
young men to forget their own com
fort for the nonce and hold the storm
bound young women on their knees?
It is opportunities like this that keep
Cupid busy.—Jane Dixon, in New York
Sun.
FEW CAPABLE OF SYMPATHY
__
Too Many Make the Mistake of Con
sidering Pity as Answering the
Same Purpose.
‘Tin very, very sorry for her, but I
don't understand bow she can do as
she is doing." That’s the kind of sym
pathy you don't care to have directed j
your way, isn't it? That isn't really ;
sympathy but nothing more than pity, !
a tine condescending look-down from
above that seems to say, “I am of
better material'' a good deal more than |
it says, “1 am sorry."
It's odd how little sympathy there is
abroad in the world. We mean how
little downright frank understanding
that others are really suffering from
things that would not make us suffer: j
that others want to do things in which
we see no delight, and don’t want to :
do things that someone who keeps tab
on the world's duty says they ought
to do. A man told us the other day j
that he had so trained his boy that he
would find few temptations in college
A lot that man knows about it, doesn't
he? One thing is sure; he will never
hear much cf the temptations, for he
couldn't understand All he could say
would be, "My dear boy. 1 don't see ,
how you can feel for one moment like
doing these things." And if he can t
understand, he won't be much help to
the ^oy.
Sometimes when you have felt weak
enough to want a little sympathy, you
haven t gone to the good friend who
was prolific of advice, have you? Nor
yet to him who looked in pity as on an
abnormal being? But someone w-ho
really cared for you, put his arm
around your shoulder, and—well that
was about all. But it's too bad we
can't remember it oftener.
The Humble Toiler.
"You must put your shoulder to the
wheel in this campaign,” said the
alert manager.
“1 understand that," said the ob
scure but willing worker. “But you
want to let me know when you’re go
ing to change your mind about going
ahead. The last time 1 put my shoul
der to the wheel the band wagon sud
denly backed up and over me.”—
Washington Stax.
SUMMER CARE FOR SHEEP AND LAMBS | )
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A Splendid Farm Flock.
A practical breeder says: "Low
| land is death to sheep. The ewes
I and lambs should have the best fti
j grass pasture on the farm, but let it
; be dry upland.''
Suckling ewes, especially, require
| an abundance of pure water—have
1 the water trough clean. Have a sep
! arate pen into which the lambs can
j enter, and feed them a few oats mixed
[ with other grains, separately from the
j ewes. Z.. . '2~_ —
Sheep should have their hoofs
* pared, and everyone in the flock have
its feet dressed with carbolic acid to
prevent foot-rot. Dip the lambs, aft
er the ewes are sheared, in a solu
tion of carbolic acid to kill ticks.
Scours in lambs indicate that the
flock needs a change of pasture,
j Always give the sheep the first thing
in the morning a little good mixed
hay; if hay cannot be had, give wheat
straw. They will eat most of it;
this will nearly always prevent bloat
i For mild cases of scours, milk por
ridge. made wtth wheat flour and milk
—say a pint of fresh skimmed mlllf
and a tablespoonful of wheat flour,
well boiled, is a capital remedy.
! Do not neglect to tag the lambs
[ whenever peeked. Salt regularly, or
better still have several larg" pieces
of rock salt irt the sheep pen. They
can then eat w'hat they need an !
they will never eat enough to sc ir
them.
To prevent Jtijury from stray dogs,
bring the sheei? home in evening and
put them in a secure dog-proof sh»»d
and yard. The fence will pay for it
self many time”* over.
GREATEST FEEDING
VALUE OUT OF HAY
Two Hours of Sun oi Dry Day Is
Sufficient to Cure Timothy
—When tc Cut Crop.
A great many far mers imagine that
hay of all kinds must be dried out
like kindling wood to be fit for stor
age Of course, it is tiue that hay
as dry as powder will keep in the
I mow or stack in perfect condition, yet
; very dry hay is not as good feed as
; hay carrying some moisture.
To secure dry hay that will be easy
to cure and light to handle many al
low the grass to stand and ripen too
i long before harvesting. This is a mis
j take, #.s hay of all kinds allowed to
, ripen fully will be woody and con
i tain a large percentage of undigest
) ible fiber and a small percentage of
' succulent digestible matter. All hay
! should be Out "In “a Veen state and
never b«“ allowed to fully ripen.
Frime hay that carries the greatest
feeding value is cut before the plants
are fully ripe and cured to preserve
the given nature of the feed; This will
give the Tiay more aroma, it "will be
mgre appetizing to the animals, and it
will be more digestible and nourish
ing. Hay in the barn, bale or stack
should come out after months of
storage with a strong aroma of green
and be a bright green in color. Then
; it is choice hay, and will be heavy and
rich.
The best hay Is secured when the
crop is cut before it is ripe and cured
with the least possible amount of sun
Two hours of sun on a dry day is
enough for timothy, and a half day
of sun for clover or alfalfa. The rake
should quickly follow the mower, al
lowing the hay to begin curing in the
windrow, where the least surface will
be exposed to the sun. After curing
in the windrow for a fewr hours, it
should be bunched and allowed to
cure in the bunch for a day or two.
according to the kind.
Clover and alfalfa may be allowed
to cure in the bunch in the field for
about two days, while timothy will re
quire but one day. Allowing hay to
cure mostly in the shade gives it bet
ter color, better aroma and high
feeding value.
PROPER FENCE FOR
SHEEP IS PROBLEM
Most of Our Sheepmen Use Wov
en Wire From Thirty to For
ty-Two Inches in Height.
The fencing problem has always
loomed up big to the beginner !p rais
ing sheep. It is not. however, a very
difficult one if it is undertaken ill an
intelligent manner. It does not re
quire a heavy fence to hold sheep, but
barbed wire will not make satisfactory
sheep fence.
Most sheep raisers use a fence con
structed of woven wire from thirty to
forty-two inches 'nigh with from five
to nine horizontal wires and sixteen
to twenty stays to the rod. Any fence
coming inside these limits if put up
with a post each fourteen to sixteen
feet will prove satisfactory tor sheep.
If a thirty-inch woven wire is used,
it should have at least one barbed
wire on top of i;. It usually pays to
put one or two barbed wires on top
of the woven wires, however, as this
will make a fence that will turn hcrses
and cattle as w’ell as sheep.
Water for Farm Animals.
Provide good clean water, and plen
ty of it, for the farm animals.
Farm Milk Prices.
The average price paid to farmers
for milk in 1914 was 3.804 cents a
luart, according to statistics recently
compiled by the United States depart
ment of agriculture. This is slightly
tower than in 1913, when the average
for the entire country was 3.849 cents
a quart.
Time to Run Incubators,
It is a good plan to run the incuba
tors when eggs are cheap instead of
waiting for the months when prices
50 soaring.
I GREAT MISTAKE TO
SELL A BROOD SOW
Keep Her as Long as She Re
mains Healthy and Vigorous
—Ksep Pen Free of Dust.
It Is a great mistake to sell the
brood sow just because she is tct ->r
three years old. Keep her as long
as she remains v'gorous.
When the hogs are conCced k ■:>
the floors of the pen as free from >.
•s possible. Hojs lie with the:r
noses close to the floor and in th:
way inhale more dust than any oth
farm animal.
An excellent beading for hogs is
marsh bay cr pul? from the snsar
cane mill. This gi'es out very little
dust.
Some farmers se’m not to hove
learned, the very essential fact ti.it
hogs are natural grtzers and sir: !
always have plenty of gras-_
field of rye* nfSEe? the* best • T
pasture for the hogs.
Hog-breeding for r, pure-bred i >- I
ket is a ticklish job. and requires a
great deal of experience. The a
age farmer will do weil to itick to th » I
pork grades. I
Naturaily a sow nursing a big litter
| of pigs loans fat rapidly and she: 1 ■
be fed plentifully on Nutritious n.
giving feeds.
POULTRYMAN MUST I
STUDY HIS FLOCK I
Just as Much Business Sense Re- I
quired With Poultry as Any
Other Farm Work. U
At the high srices of cf.rn an 1 era . H
now prevailing, the chicken va.
must study every point of the fh-n
order to make n profit Better r.- :
the number of "he flock and fe~d •• I
those that are heft than »o try to m.i- I
age a large flock on scant ratioi
It is a fact that a good fat h*:i v.
lay better than ft lean one.
What a mistake it is to feed a - I
of cockerels all winter. They th. H
be sold off and w ith part of the
a new. vigorous well-bred cock * I
for the spring. fl
There is just as much be si:.
sense required in the manager! •:
poultry as In an> other brat> h I
farming, but not many farmer? - I
to have discovert j this fact
Sell off ail turkey gobblers tP's f J
and buy new one’S for breeding n- - ■
spring.
MEDIUM CLAY SOIL ■
BEST FOR A FAiF/fl
Good Plan to Have It Fc ! ivfl
Some Well-Cultivated Crc-p j
Like Com or Potatoes.
It is best to have alfalfa follow
well-cultivated crop like cur:
toes, tobacco or sugar beets w . ■ T. I
soil is freed of w eed growth N ■ ■
alfalfa on sod land, for the blue .
will cause difficulty. a virgin > M
should always be flirt subdu. t 9
growing several cultivated ci: ■ -
the soil in good physical cot:-!. ■
Poor land should always 1 • ■
manured. A medium clay loan-. Kfigf.
On heavy clays winter--killing H
apt to occur. Light sandy soil- . H
orally require lime and mam.:
talfa does well on river bottom fl
but peat soils are too sour or av
_ Help the Garden Along
The garden can be helped a. ■
frequent shallow cultivation ■
the plants are: small use th- M
Even run it lightly along th. ■
ay as the rows run before tb. . I
are up. Later the wheel ho.- ■
best tool.
Ventilate the Cellar.
Keep the cellar window s o M
close them in day time ■
^ PUt ,!Creena over the ■
?hinj's U88andoth"r,j: I