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* * The Mystery of a Silent love * •
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SYNOPSIS.
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Gordon Gr?g^ dining aboard with Horn
by. tii. yacht Lola’s owner, accidentally
•ees a torn photograph of a young girl.
That night the consul’s safe is robbed.
The police find that Hornby is a fraud
•mi tlie Lola's name a false one. In ;
IAindon Gregg is trapped nearly to his j
death by a former servant. Olinto. Visit- 1
Ing in Dumfries Gregg meets Muriel
Leithcourt. Hornby appears and Muriel
Introduces him as Martin VVoodroffe. her
father s friend. Gregg sees a copy of the
torn photograph on the Lola and finds
that the young girl is Muriel’s friend.
WoodrofTe disappears. Gregg discovers
the body of a murdered woman In Ran
noch wood. The body disappears and in
Its place is found the body of Olinto.
Muriel and Gregg search Rannoch wood
together, and find the body of Arinida,
Olinto’s wife. When the police go to the
wood the body has disappeared. In Lon
don Gregg meets Olinto, alive and well.
Gregg traces the young girl of the torn
©holograph. and finds that she is Elma
Heath, niece of Baron Oberg. who has
taken her to Abo. Finland, and that she
holds a secret affecting Woodroffe. On
his return to Rannoch Gregg finds the
l*eitheourts lied from Hylton Chater. who
bad called there. He goes to Abo, and
after a tilt with the police chief, is con
flicted to Kajana, where he finds Elma In
prison A surgical operation has made
her deaf and dumb. He escapes with her.
Pursuers overtaking them. Elma escapes
Into the forest and Gregg is taken to Abo,
where he is released and finds that the
baron is using every effort to arrest
Elma. He calls on Baron Oberg and ac
cuses him of silencing and imprisoning
Klma to prevent her from telling of his
nt:vet misdeeds.
CHAPTER XIII—Continued.
A long silence had fallen between
ns. and it now occurred to me to take
advantage of his hesitation. I said
In a firm voice, In French:
"I think, baron, our interview is at
an end. is It not? Therefore I wish
rou good-day."
He turned upon ine suddenly with
in evil flash in his dark eyes, and a
snarling imprecation In Russian upon
his lips. His hand still held the order
committing me to the fortress.
"But before I leave you will destroy
that document. It may fall into other
hands, you know,” and I walked
toward him with quick determination.
“I shall do nothing of the kind!" he
snapped.
Without further word I snatched the
paper from his thin, white fingers and
tore it up before his face. His coun
tenance went livid. 1 do not think I
have ever seen a man’s face assume
Without Further Words I Snatched
the Paper From His Thin, White
Fingers.
such an expression of fiendish vindic
tiveness. It was as though at that
instant hell had been let loose within
his heart.
Cut I turned upon my heel and went
out.
I had escaped by means of my own
Jiploniacy and firmness. The czar’s
representative—the man who ruled
that country—feared me. and for that
reason did not hold me prisoner. Yet
when I recalled that evil look of re
venge on my departure. 1 could not
help certain feelings of grave appre
hension arising within me.
I took the midnight train back to
(kbo, arriving at the hotel next morn
ing. After an hour’s rest I set out
jnxiously in search of Felix, the dros
kv driver. I found him in his log
built house in the Ludno quarter, and
PUTS BLAME ON PARENTS
Writer in Eastern Magazine Criticizes
Behavior of the Pupils of
the High School.
It used to be that the college stu
dent was the target of criticism tor
all manner of excesses; now it is the
students of our high schools. Pre
sumably the high schools contain our
choicest boys and girls, yet every once
in a while a principal or local educa
tional board has to speak against the
way the girls dress or the question
able social. habits between the two
sexes. Principal Jackson of the Lynn
(Mass.) English High school, in ad
dressing the 1,000 girls and boys un
der his care, charged them with
"cigarette smoking, immorality and
Immodesty.” Complaints had been
made by the school committee of the
way things were going, and the princi
pal was authorized to make wholesale
expulsions unless there was an irome
diate improvement in conduct. Smok
»ng, flirting and improper conduct gen
erally were referred to. Principal
lackson pictured a boy of the schoo
walking down the street between twc
when he asked me in I saw, from his
face, that he had news to impart.
"Well?" I inquired. “And what of
the lady? Has she been found?” ^
“Ah! your excellency. It is a pity
you were not here yesterday,” lie said
with a sigh.
“Why? Tell me quickly. What has
happened?”
“I have been assisting the police as
spy, excellency, as I often do, and I
have seen her.”
“Seen her! Where?” I cried in
quick anxiety.
“Here, in Abo. She arrived yester
day morning from Tammerfors accom
panied by an Englishman. She had
changed her dress, and was all in
black. They lunched together at the
Restaurant du Nord opposite the land
ing stage, and an hour later left by
steamer for Petersburg.”
“An Englishman!” I cried. “Did you
not inform the chief of police. Bo
ra nski ?”
“Yes, your excellency. But he said
that their passports being in order, it
was better to allow the lady to pro
ceed. To delay her might mean her
rearrest in Finland,” he added.
“Then their passports were viseed
here on embarking?” I exclaimed.
“What was the name upon that of the
Englishman ?”
“I have it here written down, excel
lency. I cannot pronounce your diffi
cult English names.” And he pro
duced a scrap of dirty paper whereon
was written in a Russian hand the
name—
"Martin Woodroffe.”
CHAPTER XIV.
Spoiling the Spoiler.
I went to the railway station, and
from the time-table gathered that if I
left Abo by rail at noon I could be in
Petersburg an hour before noon on
the morrow, or about four hours be
fore the arrival of the steamer by
which the silent girl and her compan
ion were passengers. This I decided
upon doing, but before leaving I paid
a visit to my friend, Boranski, who.
to my surprise and delight, handed
me my wallet with the czar's letter
intact, saying that it had been found
upon a German thief who had been ar
il rested at the harbor on the previous
: night. The fellow had, no doubt,
| stolen it from my pocket believing I
carried my paper money in a flap.
"The affair of the English lady is a
; most extraordinary one,” remarked
the chief of police, toying with his pen
i as he sat at his big table. "She seems
j to have met this Englishman up at
I Tammerfors, or at some place farther
north, yet it is curious that her pass
port should be in order even though
she fled so precipitately from Kajana.
There is a mystery connected with
her disappearance from tile wood cut
ter's hut that I confess I cannot
fathom."
“Neither can I,” I said. “I know
the man who is with her, and cannot
help fearing that he is her bitterest
enemy—that he is acting in concert
w'ith the baron.”
“Then why is he taking her to the
capital—beyond the jurisdiction of the
governor general?”
“I a in going straight to Petersburg
to ascertain,” I said. “I have only
come to thank you for your kindness
in this matter. Truth to tell, I have
been somewhat surprised that you
should have interested yourself on m>
behalf,” I added, looking straight al
the uniformed official.
“It is not on yours, but on hers,’
he answered, somewhat enigmatically
"I know something of the affair, bul
it was my duty as a man to help the
poor girl to escape from that terrible
place. She has, 1 know, been unjustly
condemned for the attempted assassi
nation- of the wife of a general—con
demned with a purpose, of course
Such a thing is not unusual in Fin
land.”
“Abominable!” I cried. “Oberg is a
veritable fiend.”
But the man only shrugged his
shoulders, saying—
"The orders of his excellency the
governor general have to be obeyed
whatever they are. We often regret
but we dare not refuse to carry them
out.”
"Russian rule is a disgrace to oui
modern civilization," I declared hotly
“I have every sympathy with those
who are fighting for freedom.”
"Ah, you are not alone in that,” he
sighed, speaking in a low whisper, and
glancing around. “His majesty would
order reforms and ameliorate the con
Kiris, each dressed like a fashior
plate, and he puffing a cigarette. He
told the girls they should considei
every puff an insult. He referred, too
to the immodest custom of girls call
ing up boys on the telephone and mak
ing •'dates" for the evening.
Yet we marvel at the lack of re
finement that pervades our social lift
today. If this sort of thing continues
among our high school students, ir
the next generation there will be nc
respect for social conventions, or pos
sibly no conventions to respect. What
can mothers be thinking about when
they dress their sixteen or seventeen
year old daughters like a "fashior
j plate?" Or what has become of the
| feminine modesty when . oung girls
; who ought to be spending their eve
nings at home with their books, take
the initiative and make "dates" witfc
boys? Oh what about the home train
ing of the boy v ho parades the streets
with a girl on either side of him, puf
fing cigarette smoke into their faces'
It is about time we got back to some
old-fashioned standards for our boy;
and girls, both in the high schools and
the homes.—Leslie’s.
dition of his people, If only it were
possible. But he, like his officials, is
powerless. Here we speak of the
great uprising with bated breath, but
we, alas! know that it must come one
day—very soon—and Finland will be
first to endeavor to break her bonds—
and the Baron Oberg first to fall.”
For nearly an hour I sat with him.
surprised to find how, although his ex
terior was so harsh and uncouth, yet
his heart really bled for the poor,
starving people he was so constantly
forced to oppress.
“I have ruined this town of Abo,” he
declared, quite frankly. “To my own
knowledge five hundred innocent per
sons have gone to prison, and another
two hundred have been exiled to Si
beria. Yet what I have done is only
at direct orders from Helsingfors—
orders that are stern, pitiless and un
just. Men have been torn from their
families and sent to the mines, women
have been arrested for no offense and
shipped off to Saghalien, and mere
children have been cast into prison on
charges of political conspiracy with
their elders—in order to russify the
province! Only,” he added anxiously,
“I trust you will never repeat what I
tell you. You have asked me why I
assisted the English mademoiselle to
escape from Kajana, and I have ex
plained the reason.”
We ate a hearty meal in company
at the Sampalinna, a restaurant built
like a Swiss chalet, and at noon I en
tered the train on the first stage of
my slow, tedious journey through the
great, silent forests and along the
shores of the lakes of southern Fin
land, bv way of Tavestehus and Vi
borg, to Petersburg.
At four o’clock next day I was out
upon the quay in that city, straining
my eyes seaward for any sign of
smoke, but could see nothing.
It was after ten o’clock when a light
shone afar off, and the movement of
the police and porters on the quay
told me that it was the vessel. Then
after a further anxious quarter of an
hour It came, amid great shouting and
mutual imprecations, slowly alongside
the quay, and the passengers at last
began to disembark in the pelting
rain.
Suddenly I caught sight of two fig
ures—one a man in a big tweed trav
eling coat and a golf cap, and the
other the slight figure of a woman in
a long, dark cloak and a woolen tam
o’-shanter. The electric rays fell
upon them as they came up the wet
gangway together, and there once
again I saw the sweet face of the
silent woman whom I had grown to
love with such fervent desperation.
The man behind her was the same
who had entertained me on board the
Lola—the man who was said to be
the lover of the fugitive Muriel Leltb
court.
Without betraying my presence, 1
watched them pass through the pass
port office and custom house, and
then, overhearing the address which
Martin Woodroffe gave the ishvost
chik, I stood aside, wet to the skin,
and saw them drive away.
At eleven o’clock on the following
day I found myself ’installed in the
Hotel de Paris, a comfortable hostelry
in the Little Morskaya.
I was beneath the same roof as
Elma, although she was in ignorance
of my presence. Anxious to commu
nicate with her without Woodroffe's
knowledge, I was now awaiting my op
portunity. He had, it appeared, taken
for her a pleasant front room with sit
ting room adjoining, on the first floor,
while he himself occupied a room on
the third floor. As far as I could
gather from the French waiter whom
1 judiciously tipped, he appeared to
treat her with every consideration and
kindness.
"Has the Englishman received any
visitors?” I asked.
"One man—a Russian—an official of
police, 1 think.”
"If he receives anyone else, let me
know,” I said. “And I want you to
give mademoiselle a letter from me
in secret.”
“Bien, m'sieur.”
1 turned to the little writing table
and scribbled a few hasty lines to my
love, announcing my presence, and
asking her to grant me an interview
in secret as soon as Woodroffe was
absent. I also warned her of the
search for her instigated by the baron,
and urged her to send me a line in
reply.
The note was delivered into her
hand, but although I waited in sus
pense nearly all day she sent no reply.
While Woodroffe was in the hotel I
dared not show myself lest he should
recognize me, therefore I was com
pelled to sham indisposition and to
eat my meals alone in my room.
For several hours I sat at my win
daw watching the life and movement
down in the street below, my mind
full of wonder and dark forebodings.
Was Martin Woodroffe playing her
false?
Just after half-past six o'clock the
waiter entered, and handing me a note
on a salver, said:
“Mademoiselle has, I believe, only
this moment been able to write in
secret.”
HOME HAS BIG ENDOWMENT
Institution That Cares for Naval Vet
erans Not Worrying Over Keeping
Wolf From the Door.
One of the richest and most honor
able institutions in Plihadelphia is
one of the least well known. I speak
of that eighty-nine-year-old veteran—
the United States Naval home.
Ninety-nine persons out of one hun
dred think this is a charitable affair.
Oifthe contrary, not only does It sup
port itself, but as a self-supporter It
is right up in the Stotesbury-Widener
Morgan-Camegie class.
The naval home has over $14,000,
000 invested in bonds. It has never
cost the government one cent. Of its
income" of $420,000 last year, only $77,
000 was expended for maintenance, so
you can see that keeping the wolf
from the door Is not a strenuous occu
pation at those somber-looking build
ings at Gray's Ferry.
The great $14,000,000 fund was col
lected by the turning over of prize
money received by sailors and offi
cers during our various wars. More
I tore it open and read as follows:
Dear Friend—I am so surprised. I
thought you were still in Abo. Woodroffe
has an appointment at eight o'clock on
the other side of the city, therefore come
to me at 8:15. I must see you. and at
once. I am in peril.
ELMA HEATH.
My love was in peril! It was just
as I had feared. I thanked Providence
that I had been sent to help her and
extricate her from that awful fate
to which “The Strangler of Finland’’
had consigned her.
At the hour she named, after the
waiter had come to me and announced
the Englishman’s departure, I de
scended to her sitt'ng room and en
tered without rapping, for if I had
rapped she could not, alas! have heard.
The apartment was spacious and
comfortable, thickly carpeted, witn
heavy furniture and gilding. From her
low lounge chair a slim, wan figure
sprang up quickly and came forward
to greet me, holding out both her
hands and smiling happily.
I took her hands in mine, and held
them tightly in silence for some mo
ments, as I looked earnestly into those
wonderfully brilliant eyes of hers. She
turned away laughing, a slight flush
rising to her cheeks in her confusion.
Then she led me to a chair, and mo
tioned me to be seated.
Ours was a silent meeting, but her
gestures and the expression of her
eyes were surely more eloquent than
She Touched Her Red Lips With the
Tip of Her Forefinger.
mere words. I knew well what pleas
ure that re-encounter caused her—
equal pleasure with that it gave to me.
Until that moment 1 had never really
loved. I had admired and flirted with
women. What man has not? Indeed,
I had admired Muriel Leithcourt. But
never until now had I experienced in
my heart the real flame of true, burn
ing affection. The sweetness of her
expression, the tender caress of those
soft, tapering hands, the deep, mys
terious ipok in those magnificent eyes,
and the incomparable grace of all her
movements, combined to render her
the most perfect woman I had ever
met—perfect in all, alas! save speech
and hearing, of which, with such das
tard wantonness, she had been de
prived.
She touched her red lips with the
tip of her forefinger, opened her
hands and shrugged her shoulders with
a sad gesture of regret. Then turning
quickly to some paper on the table at
her side she wrote something with a
gold pencil and handed it to me. It
read:
“Surely Providence has sent you
here! Mr. Woodroffe must have fol
lowed you from England. He is my
enemy. You must take me from here
and hide me. They intend to send me
into exile. Have you ever been in
Petersburg before? Do you know any
one here?”
Then when I had read, she handed
me her pencil and below I wrote:
‘T will do my best, dear friend. 1
have been once in Petersburg. But is
it not best that we should escape at
once from Russia?”
“Impossible at present,” she wrote.
“We should both be arrested at the
frontier. It would be best to go into
hiding here in Petersburg. I believed
Woodroffe to be my friend, but I have
found only this day that he is my en
emy. He knew that I was in Kajana.
and was in Abo when he learned ot‘
my escape. He went with two other
men in search of us, and discovered
us that night when we sought shelter
at the wood cutter’s hut. Without
making his presence known, he waited
outside until you were asleep, and then
he came and looked in at my window
At tirst 1 was alarmed, but quickly 1
saw that he was a friend. He told
me that the police were in the vicinity
over, every officer pays twenty cents
a month, and sailors also contribute
General Forney of the Marine corps
told me yesterday he had paid his
twenty cents every month for fifty
years.
“No difficulty," I suggested to Com
mander F. R. Payne, executive officer
of the home, "to support your one hun
dred or so occupants.”
“Scarcely,” he replied. “We could
support all the sailors In all the naval
homes in the United States and still
not exhaust our yearly income.”
Commander Payne was one of those
who received prize money during the
Spanish-American war for capturing
Spanish ships.
“Got my check framed as a sou
venir,” said he, “because our govern
ment has by law abolished prize
money.” In future no sailor in this
country will profit financially by the
capture of an enemy’s ships.
Next to Girard college the Naval
home Is the most heavily endowed in
stitution In Pennsylvania. Were this
fund invested in high-class municipal
bonds it might increase its yearly In*
i come by >140,000, or nearly twice the
and Intended to raid the hut, therefore
I fled with him, first down to Tammer
fors and then to Abo, and on here. At
that time I did not see the dastardly
trap he had laid in order to get me
out of the baron's clutches and wring
from me my secret. If 1 confess, he
intends to give me up to the police,
who will send me to the mines."
“Does your secret concern him?" 1
asked ih writing.
“Yes,*’ she wrote in response. “It
would be equally in his interests as
well as those of Baron Oberg if I
were sent to Saghaiien and my iden
tity effaced. I am a Russian subject,
as I have already told you, therefore
with a ministerial order against me
I am in deadliest peril.”
“Trust in me,” I scribbled quickly
“I will act upon any suggestion you
make. Have you any female friend
in whom you could trust to hide you
until this danger is past?”
“There is one friend—a true friend.
Will you take a note to her?” she
wrote, to which I instantly nodded in
the affirmative.
Then rising, she obtained some ink
and pen and wrote a letter, the con
tents of which she did not show me
before she sealed it.
I watched her write the superscrip
tion upon the envelope: “Madame Olga
Stassulevitch, modiste, Scredni Pros
pect, 231, Vasili Ostroff.” I knew that
the district was on the opposite side
of the city, close to the Little Neva
“Take a drosky at once, see her.
and await a reply. In the meantime.
I will prepare to be ready when you
return.” she wrote. “If Olga is not at
home, ask to see the Red Priest—in
Russian,' Krasny-pastor.’ Return quick
lv, as I fear Woodroffe may come back
If so. I am lost.”
I assured her I would not lose a
single instant, and five minutes later
I was tearing down the Morskaya
in a drosky along the canal and across
the Nicholas bridge to the address
upon the envelope.
The house was, I found, somewhat
smaller than its neighbors, but not
let out in flats as the others. Upon
the door was a large brass plate bear
ing the name, "Olga Stassulevitch:
Modes.” I pressed the electric button,
and in answer a tall, clean-shaven
Russian servant opened the door.
"Madame is not home," was his brief
reply to my inquiry.
“Then I will see the Red Priest,” 1
said in a lower tone. "I come from
Elma Heath.” Thereupon, without
further word, the man admitted me
into the long, dark hall and closed
the door with an apology that the ga?
was not lighted. But, striking a match,
he led me up the broad staircase and
into a small, cosy, well-furnished room
on the second floor, evidently the sit
ting room of some studious person,
judging from the books and critical
reviews lying about.
For a few minutes 1 waited there,
until the door reopened, and there en
tered a man of medium height, with
a shock of long, snow-white hair and
almost patriarchal beard, whose dark
eyes that age had dimmed flashed out
at me with a look of curious inquiry,
and whose movements were those of
a person not quite at his ease.
“1 have called on behalf of Mademoi
selle Elma Heath, to give this letter
to Madame Stassulevitch, or if she is
absent to place it in the hands of the
Red Priest,” I explained in my beat
Russian.
“Very well, sir,” the old man re
sponded in quite good English. “I &tu
the person you seek,” and taking the
letter he opened it and read it through
1 saw by the expression on his for
rowed face that its contents caused
him the utmost consternation. His
countenance, already pale, blanchv'd
to the lips, while in his eyes there shot
a fire of quick apprehension. The
thin, almost transparent hand holding
the letter trembled visibl*
“You know mademoiselle—eh?” he
asked in a hoarse, strained voice as
he turned to me. “You will help her
to escape?"
”1 will risk my own life in order to
save hers,” 1 declared.
“And your devotion to her is prompt,
ed by what?” he inquired suspiciously.
I was silent for a moment. Th«>t» 1
confessed the truth.
“My affection.”
“Ah!” he sighed deeply. “Po-'l
young lady! She, who has enemies oh
every hand, sadly needs a friend. Br.t
can we trust you—have you no fear?”
“Of what?”
“Of being implicated in the comti'f
revolution in Russia? Remember, 1
am the Red Priest. Have you never
heard of me? My name is Otrc
Kampf.”
Otto Kampf!
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
No Nice Editor Would.
A young woman in the journalhsn
class at K. U. was asked how sue
would go about it to get the news rf
a fire in a distant part of town, !a e
at night, after the street cars aid
stopped running. “Well." she replied.
“1 suppose I'd have to call a taxi mod
go to the thing, but personally I don t
think any editor who is a gentler.aa
would make a girl go to a fire at su< 1
a time in the night"—Kansas City
Star.
amount required to support all ill
occupants.—“Girard." in Philadelphia
I-edger.
Well of Hot Mineral Water.
In the Flathead Indian reservation
near Camas. Mont., is an artesian well
containing hot mineral water, said to
be the only one in the world. Around
it, within a mile, are other artesiia
wells in which the water is clear and
cool. A few years ago the govern niei.t
threw open the Flathead reservation,
and those who were successful in the
drawing now own fine ranches in e
fertile valley. Artesian wells have
been struck there at a depth ranging
from 90 to 363 feet. In the sum
mer of 1913, on a ranch within a mil®
of one of these cold wells, drillers
were at work when, at the depth of
344 feet, hot water gushed upward
with such force that the drillers were
forced to flee. In a few days the rush
of hot water had washed a large hole,
with the drill still in, though incapaci
tated. The well was finally curbed so
that it could be used. The water U
120 Fahrenheit, flowing at the rate of
sixty barrels a minute.
j GOOD POINTS IN MAKE-UP OF BROOD SOvT]
Feeding, But Not Fattening.
(By H. M. COTTREEL.)
A young sow should be selected
whose mother and grandmother have
eight or more good pigs at a time,
are heavy milkers and quiet, good
mothers. The strain should be suffi
ciently active to thrive on pasture.
The young sow should be thick, deep
and lengthy and should have not less
than ten good teats.
The sow pig intended for a breeder
Should be pushed for the first year
and given feeds that will make rapid
growth, but that will not fatten. Such
feeds as milk, alfalfa or clover pas
ture, or hay. and moderate quantities
of grain, such as wheat, peas, barley,
milo maize, and shorts. She should
weigh from 300 to 375 pounds at
twelve months of age when in thrifty
condition, but not fat. Ample exercise
every day is necessary for health and
to develop muscles and lungs. If the
sow has made good growth, she may
be bred to drop her first litter when
she becomes twelve months old. She
should be in perfect health and in
good flesh when bred. The gestation
period for the sow is about 112 days.
As soon as the pigs have been
SAVE ALL OF GOOD
BREEDING ANIMALS
Desirable Pigs, Lambs, Caives
and Colts Should Receive
Best of Attention.
TJie importance of saving all of the
breeding animal3 that would make de
Blrable sires and dams will certainly
be apparent to those who think of the
subject seriously. There seems to be
a strong demand for breeding animals
to place at the head of herd9. Many
who hav^ never given animals a place
an their farms are now beginning
herds or wish to get breeding stock
for the purpose of making a beginning
with animals. Let every man who has
desirable pigs, lambs, calves and colts
take care of the animals so they may
be of use to the people who need
them.
The man who raises breeding stock
for those who need them deserves
credit. He is making it possible for
his neighbors to raise better stock.
By hit diligence in breeding live stock
he helps his neighbors and is making
it possible for farms to produce more
wealth.
Every breeder who has animals that
are desirable for breeders owes it to
his neighbors and friends as well as
to the country to advertise his animals
bo others who need breeding stock
may buy. Poor animals should not be
used and it is useless to advertise
them. Successful breeders recognize
this and cull out the undesirable and
offer only those that are valuable for
breeders. Every registered animal is
not suitable for breeding stock. Many
are not. These undesirables should be
slaughtered. It takes more than regis
tration papers to make a desirable
sire or dam. The animals must have
type and conformation, with pure
blood.—Farm and Ranch.
VENTILATION AND
LIGHT IN STABLES
Filth and Darkness Almost In
variably Go Together—Put
in More Windows.
Provide plenty of light. A dark
stable is an abomination, regardless
of what kind of stock it contains. Filth
and darkness almost invariably go to
gether. Procure some sash (old ones
are just as good for this purpose) and
fit with glass. When there is ordi
narily one window there should be two
or three. Three square feet of sash
is none too much for each ten linear
feet of siding.
The windows may be made to slide,
or be hinged at the lower edge, and
held in place with a catch, providing
for a method of ventilation which,
while crude, is better than none.
VISIT SHEEPFOLD
DURING THE NIGHT
No Better Way of Judging Needs
of Animals—Do Not Let Dogs
Bother the Lambs,
Did you ever go to your sheepfold
ftt night? If not, you have missed one
of the treats of your life. In no other
way can you come so near judging
the real needs of your sheep. If one
Is a little thin or in discomfort it is
easy to diagnose their case.
Better watch that the dogs do not
toother your sheep. Many a fine lamb
has been lost by the ewe being fright
ened at a dog. An actual bite is not
necessary. A bad scare is enough.
Summer Pruning.
It pays to summer prune young fruit
trees. Rub off misplaced shoots. Thin
them out where they are too crowded
and pinch back the tips of those that
you wish to make branch. Attention
of this kind will give you a stouter and
more nicely shaped tree. Do the work
now while the branches are small and
tender.
Don’t Lika Rye.
Chickens will not eat rye unless
they have to, and it is not an egg
producing food. ~ ***
weaned the sows should be culled and
those that are cross or nervous or
have produced small litters or are
Inclined to be poor sucklers, should
be discarded.
Good sows Improve for several
years In the number and size of the
pigs they have at a litter. The United
States department of agriculture com
piled the records of over six thousand
sows and found yearling sows aver
aged 6.65 pigs per litter, and flve-year
old sows averaged 8.4 pigs per litter.
At the Wisconsin experiment station
the year-old sows averaged 7.8 pigs
per litter, with an average weight per
litter of 14.2 pounds, while sows from'
four to five years old averaged nine
pigs per litter with an average weight
per litter of 26 pounds. The common
practice of farmers selling their old
brood sows each year and reserving
immature ones for breeding is a bad
practice, as the older sows are much
better mothers and their pigs have a
strong advantage in greater vitality
at the start.
One of the most profitable sows the
writer ever bandied had a choice lit
ter when she was nine years old.
PREVENT SERIOUS
LOSS FROM SMUT
Formalin Treatment Is Wholly
Effective and Economical—
How to Apply Liquid.
Growers who wish to prevent seri
ous loss from smut will find the for
malin treatment wholly effective and
economical. The formalin may be
bought at any drug store at from fifty
cents to one dollar a pint and this
amount will do for treating about
forty bushels of seed. Add one pint
of formalin, which should be bought
in sealed bottles to Insure full
strength, to forty gallons of water.
Mix thoroughly and apply to the
seed oats at once. Spread the grain
on a floor, or in the bottom of a
wagon-bed. Use a common garden
sprinkler to put on the solution and
sprinkle until wet, mix the grain with
a shovel and sprinkle again. Every
grain must be thoroughly wet with
some of the mixture or the smut will
not be killed.
After sprinkling, put the grain in a
pile and cover with blankets or sacks
for ten or twelve hours, or over night
This will kill some smut which other
wise would not be touched. Spread
the grain out and sow as soon as suffi
ciently dry.
SHEEP PARASITES
ARE TROUBLESOME
Scrawny, Unthrifty Animals Will
Uusually Be Found Suffer
ing With Worms.
Next to dogs Internal parasites are
the greatest detriment to the farm
sheep business. The trouble seems
to be aggravated by pasturing sheep
year after year on the same ground.
The best cure is prevention and the
practical way of prevention is chang
ing pastures as frequently as possible
Scrawny, unthrifty lambs will usual
ly be found suffering from intestinal
worms, providing, of course, feed con
ditions are such that they normally
should be in good shape. Gasoline i?
the best treatment.
Mix well one-quarter ounce gasoline
In three ounces sweet milk and drench
each lamb for three mornings in suc
cession. Before the first treatment
put them in a pen and give them no
feed nor water for 18 hours. Repeat
the treatment again in three weeks.
Be careful not to let the lamb strangle
and draw the mixture Into the lungs.
YOUNG PIGS NEED
A GROWING RATION
Feeding Must Be Tempered With
Judgment—Avoid Too Much
Fattening Materials.
The hog grower of the future in
pork production as a business proposi
tion and not using hogs merely as
scavengers in the feed lot, must take
cognizance of the fact that the young
pigs up to the age of six months need
a growing and not a fattening ration,
and that their feeding must be tem
pered with judgment.
Trouble With Peaches.
It is not because peaches are not
good nor a fine crop to grow, that wa
sometimes hear it said. “There is no
money in the business.” The trouble
is to get the peaches to the right
spot. Thousands of people never get
their share.
Prepare Vegetables Neatly.
It pays to prepare vegetables as
well as fruits neatly for market Clean,
attractive packages do not cost much
more than unattractive ones and bring
much better prices. Try it.
Late Hatchings.
Have two or three late hatching*
Pullets hatched late will begin laying
In the winter.
Don’t Overlook Rooster.
Don’t keep the rooster from get
ting his share of the feed.