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opytlclii, 1913, Western fxivrspnpor Union.
. Hntchoin's wns tho slickest chcup
restaurant In town,- and Agglo wits
Untchem'a slickest hush-sllnger. It
."trns reijorted thnt i.rofcf?slunI corfjur
'M sometimes frequented Hntchoin's to
'watch Ai'glo balancing ponchod ggs
jon mince on top of three orders of
'flnpjnclt', live cups of eoffuo and four
Jfiowls of mock turtle.
I Thnt, of course, wns tin Invention,
'but llntcliein's being In the theater dis
trict, innny men who could have uf
'Xorderi better meals did drop In to
iHIatchem's. It wun i sort of meeting
("place for peoplo who wanted to talk
(over things.
i Aggie lived In Harlem with her wld
!wod mother, and her life was ox
emplnry, She was engaged to bo mar
iilod to Bill McGurk, who drovo an
'ico-wugon nnd was waiting for a raise
before popping the golden circlet
.over Aggie's slltn linger. Aggie
had had plenty of beaux before
Bill, but when they tried to get
;fre4i she squashed them llattcr than a
(stale pancake.
And she could Vivo as gWl as alio
Sot from nay of the smart Alecs who
frequented Hak'hem's. 'J'hero was not
an ounce of sentiment about Aggie.
' That was why alio boro an abound
rlng grievance against Bill tho Urate.
,Thi.t wasn't his naiao. He wan a dark,
athletic, well-dressed mnn of about
forty, and he luipponod In one. ovonlng
'when the rcstnuntnt was comparatively
'empty.
"tilvm me a plate of ham and eggs,"
'lie snld.
Aggie brought It, and ho toyed with
.the ham and played with" the eggs.
"I don't Ilka these eggs," ho said
presently.
' "What's wrong with VmV" snapped
Aggie.
"I want 'em laid over again," said
jUIll the Urate.
"Somebody's slipped a pair of roost
ers Inside 'em. Gimme my check."
"You wait!" snld Aggie under her
Breath. "L'll know you again In a mil
'lion years."
It was three months before Hill the
Unite returned. This time he enme
with a lady, about the time the theater
'closed.
i "Stenog." sniffed Aggie. "Not yours,
Uiough, Hill. That kind don't .go out
to supper with the boss."
Aggie, pwutchlng them like a hawk,
ns she fox-trotted along the restaurant,
bunny-hugging a pyramid of orders,
paw that something was doing.
"He's made her cry," she said, ns
they roe to depart. "Can this be
love I (Mi, Hill McGurk, come to me!"
After that the llttlo stenographer
took to coming to tho restaurant for
lunch and supper. Aggie surmised
that she worked late. At lunch she
nto a hurried meal and went away
quickly, but at supper she waited till
sometime" Hill the Unite came In nnd
sat down beside her. Then her face
would" light up.
"Hut bo's a married man," snapped
Aggie to tho lamb croquettes and pea
twins. "That kind always are. l'alr
of roosters, eh, Hill?"
The next time Hill the Hrute Joined
the gl'4 In the evening Agglo saw that
lie was trying to persuade her to do
something or other. It was pitiful to
Eee the Indecision and doubt and trust
on her face, too, as sho looked at
31111.
"I guess girls don't look like that
when single men tell them they're the
main squeeze," Agglo soliloquized. "If
I'd looked' that way, Hlll'd have sent
for the plumber. Hair of roosters, eh?"
"Waltreis, my check I" called Hill
the Hrute from his corner. "Then It's
nil settled, dear," Aggie heard lilm
say under Ids breath as she rose from
tttc table.
lie made his way In.front of her to
the desk. There' were two or three
In front of him. 'l'he girl waited beside
tho door,
"Scrambled eggs on toast, coffee, nnd
a pafr of doughnuts!" called one of
the regulars.
"Coining !" said Aggie, staggering un
der nn Eiffel tower of dishes.
Sho one-stepped up to the girl. "Say I
You put flint gink whore ho belongs!"
she whispered. "Can 1dm! See? I'll
tell you why In n minute."
"Stewl oels aud ham I" cried utv
other regular from across tho room.
"Coming!" said Agglo, depositing
the scrambled eggs on the mnrblo-top.
"I was a good girl onco!" sho whis
pered, ns fcbo cantered past tho door.
"1 uns a honest", hurd-worklng stenog
rapher, and lie ho brought me to this.
Iut him out of your heart, lady ; he's
got a wife and family over In Brook
lyn, and he's deeeivjng you. I learned
it too ln(e, too late."
With frightened oyes and quivering
ljps tho Httle stenographer darted
through tho doorway, Just as Hill tho
Bmto was paying his check.
"Booty nnd the golden!" called a
patron from beside tho umbrella-stand.
"Coming!" cried Aggie.
The Fireside Forum.
MMy dear," snld Mr. Cndspur, mildly,
"of course I like for you to ho In
terested in politics, but when we spend
a quiet ovonlng at home I wish It were
possible for us to discuss somo other
ttibjcct."
"Wliat, for Instance?"
"Well, before you entered public life
and felt called upon to solve problems
&t national Importance you used to re
tail Interesting bits of gossip about tho
neighbors I'll ndmlt that thero Isn't
much mental pabulum In thaLsort of
talk, but It at least hecps mo from get
ting sleepy two hours before my usuul
Bedtime." -Birmingham Age-IIerald.
SURELY WAS "QUARE THING"
No Wonder Mr. Murphy Couldn't
Undorotnnd Ilia Bettor Half's
Sudden Indisposition.
Jn a certain town there Is un Irish
cobbler whose conversation Is much
relished by his fellow townsmen.
."Uood morning, Mr. Murphy," said
n customer ono day, going nto tho
.kIimii with h1ims tu be Yoniiircd. "I
hear your wife Is 111. What Is tho
matter?"
It's mosllf that's tried to find it
rayson for Mary's being took since
ylsterday mornlifg," said Mr. Murphy.
''Unless It's, tho heat, I don't know
what tho troublo Is.
"Tho day before ylsterday sho was
as well as Ivor she was. Yo mind It
was n powerful hot day, day before
ylsterday? Well, thin, Mary took no
notice of tho weather, no more than
usual. She picked blueberries all
morning; thin sho made a blueberry
pie for dinner, and sho nto- the
half of that- pie, and u quarter of a
watermelon , I'd bought, and she
relished every mouthful.
"Thin she made tho list of tho blue
berries Into a nice cako for supper,
and sho nto the half of thot mo eatln'
tho rlst, as 1 did of tho pic tin' tho
last quarther of tho watermelon; an
what with tho frlsh doughnuts an'
the Inst end of Mrs. DoooyH wcddlnj
cake, she made out a folne meal. An'
In tho ovenln', It being so terrible hot,
she made a pitcher of lemonade, an'
drunk the whole of thot.
"It's the quure thing her being took
sick ylsterday mornln' after being so
woll tho day before," said Mr. Murphy.
"Sho nto twolco what I did, and I re
mlinber spakln' to her about her folno
appetite, with tho bent an' all; and
here sho Is Hat on her back since
ylsterday mornln.' " Philadelphia
Ledger.
Why Drltlsh Flan Dears Large Cross.
During tho early part of Its his
tory, Great Hrltatn used a number
of different Hags or standards to
Identify tho men and tho ships belong
ing to the nation. In medieval times,
practically every great uoblemnti had
a Hag of his own, hut, at the time
of Illehnrd the Lion Hearted, what
Is now tho olllclal badge of Great
Hrltaln had Its beginning.
As time went on, the Insignia of
conquered nations were added to this
ensign, together wlh certnln symbols
of tho reigning families with whom
the Hrltlsh kings and queens lntermnr
rled, oven the symbol of France ap
pearing on this Hag as Into as 1801.
Gradually, however, theso were elimi
nated and tho present royal standard
adopted divided Into four quarters,
symbolical of tho divisions of the Is
land empire. In tho first quarter aro
tho three Hrltlsh lions. In the sec
ond appears tho llghtlug Hon of Scot
land. Tho harp of Ireland occupies
tho third quarter and the lions of Eng
land are repeated la tho fourth qunr
ter, for Wales docs not appear as a
separato entity. Joining tho four or
separating them Is tho Cross of St.
George, as typical of the different
Hrltlsh standards as tho Stars aud
Stripes uro of tho vnrlous forms of
the American Hag.
A Quick Thinker.
"Speaking of alibis," said Jim Hot
torff, who prosecutes tho cases of
tho state of Indiana In tho Clark Cir
cuit court at Jen'orsonvllle, and has
sometimes been troubled by alibis
which ho distrusted but could not dis
prove, "I knew nn old negro oucl
well, ho sure was a quick thinker.
This negro used to deal with a grocer
named John HurnMdc, who had a store
Just north of Jofforsonvlllo. One night
the negro crawled through a small
hole, only made for chickens, and
when ho crawled out n- chicken went
with him. Next day Uurnslde picked
up tho negro's grocery account book
near the place the chicken had been
and was not. Ho silently handed out
tho book to the negro who came later
to mnko a purchase, and then said:
i found It In tho chicken house, uncle.
'Yes, sab, yes, sab; suuh, sab. 1'bo
left It thar so's you could charge up
tho chuken, sab.' " - Indianapolis
News.
Road Built on Gnndy Shore.
Uy the use of sectional planking It
was possible to build n stretch of re
enforced concrete highway along the
shore of l.ako Michigan, east of
Michigan City, on what Is known as
the Long Heach road extension. Start
ing at tho central mixing plant, says
Popular Mechanics Mngap.lno, tho con
tractor put down 2,000 feet of sec
tional planking; made up In sections
5 fe.et wide and 10 foot long, 'J by 0
Inch boards being used for this pur
pose. Ho then had tho wet concrete
carted from the mixing plant to the
end of tho walk, nnd as tho road was
laid, tho duckboard was takpn up and
conveyed back to tho mixing plant.
When ho had worked buck to tho mix
ing plant, ho uijod tho samo planking,
extending It l.'.oijQ foot In the opposite
dlrpctlon and working back In tho
samo manner.
Hellooland's Transformation.
When a syndlcnto of American nnd
German capitalists ttnlfch waving tho
magic wand over Heligoland, the
former grim wasps' nest will assume
the aspect of n'mont attractive bathing
resort with a winter hotel, and a
casino offering every facility for pollto
gambling. It Is Intondud that Monto
Carlo shuU feel tho competition.
Business Up In Air,
A special airplane, with n cabin con
taining desks, typewriter and other of
flco equipment, has been ordered by
n London business man with big Inter
ests in I'arls, Hruasolu aud other con
tinental cities.
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CopyrlKht, 1923, Wentorn NVwrapr Union.
"Did you sco that In tho paper?"
nhked Sutphen, tho oldest hoarder,1
pointing to n paragraph. "Y(ni wouldn't
.remember Tltu McCarthy, but I remem
ber It lit) well. Thirty years he's
served dear, dear I" Ho chicked his
tongue against the roof of hm mouth.
"Thirty years, Mlw Hmory. Hlg slice
out of n man's life, Isn't It?" .
"What did he do?" asked little, faded
Miss Emory, the school teacher.
"Why, this McCarthy was tho 'most
notorious desperado In the West, but
It was In Trenton thoy got him. He'd
gone homo because his mother was dy-"
lug. Queer streak In u fellow like
that. And that's how tho police got
their hands on him.
"Odd thing, but there was quite n
public reaction In his favor. For one'
thing, he'd never taken a life. And,
for another, thero wns a girl believed
in him,. Appears she'd stuck to him
through thick and thin, nnd swore she'd
wait for h!,u. Hut I guess that sort of
hero ain't much In your Hue, Miss
Emory I"
Ho smiled at the precise llttlo middle-
nged lady as ho put the newspaper
down.
"Well, I guess the pardon board did
tho right thing," said Harris. "McCar
thy won't go on the rampage again."
"I guess not," answered Sutphen.
"He'd be quite lost among modern In
ventions. Gosh, I bet he's never scon
n skyscraper, nor used the telephone,
nor ridden In mi autocar. Oh, I guess
his desperado days aro over."
"I saw in tho paper he'd snld he was
going to take up farming," said Miss
Emory placidly.
"Farming, huh? Well, I guess that
ain't changed much," snld Sutphen.
"Mighty queer sort of neighbor to
have, though, I should snyl 1 didn't
see anything about that girl, though.
'If there's a girl willing to wait thirty
years until her sweetheart conies out
of the jien, lead me to her!"
Miss Emory smiled; so did Harris.
Nobody wasted much sympathy on Mc
Carthy.) After all, he had got what he
deserved, and bo was mighty fortunate
to see a bit of freedom before ho died.
McCarthy stepped out of his cell for
the last time and strode beside the
guard to the warden's olllce. Tho wur-
den met lilm at the door and graspqd
his hand cordially.
"Glad you're going, old man," he
snld. "He good to yourself. No need
to hand you the parting guff, eh, Tim?"
Tim smiled. Ho still stood straight
as an arrow, despite his lined faco and
close-cropped, Iron-gray hair. "I guess
the goln's all right for me," ho snld.
Ho glanced Inquiringly at the olllce,
nnd the warden nodded.
"It's nil fixed, license and all," h6
said, "and tho mayor's private car's nt
the door. He said that was tho least
you could do. All you've got to do-Is.
to hoj) In, and you'll bo on your own
homestead Inside of four hours."
McCarthy nodded back, and stepped
Inside the olllce. A woman of about
his own age was waiting 'there. She
was clothed In n soft fawn gray,
which showed up her clear skin, deli
cate features. and graying hair. Tim
clasped her In his arms ami she laid
her bend ut'ou his shoulder.
"It doesn't seem real, Tim," she
sobbed.
"Cheer up, sweetheart," whimpered
Tim In her car. "We need every
ounce of our courage."
Sho looked at him in alarm.
"Wh-what for, TIin?" sho stammered.
"'-Vo balk the photographers," grinned
Tim.
lie had spoken truly, for Tim's re
lease had Hied the dry's Imagination,
and their appearance at the gate of the
penitentiary was tho signal for tho
snapping of Innumerable cameras.
When at length the car rolled away,
mobs packed the streets. 'The entrance
to the license room was guarded by
policemen, but Tim had to clear a pas
sage for, himself and bis bride by sheer
force.
Nevertheless, it was a happy, ailing
pair that llnall.v emerged, ngaln to run
tho gantlet of the photographers. And
now the journoy toward the city limits
became a sort of triumphal progress,
and thousands lined the streets, cheer
ing vociferously, so that their car
could hardly force Its pnssage.
Harris, who often lunched with Sut
phen, was waiting for him at the cor
ner of Main and Ems, when the auto
eunio laboriously nlong. Sutplu a ap
peared. "Sorry to bo so Into," he panted.
"This d n mob's tho worst I seen
since Hardin's election." Suddenly ho
grasped Harris by tho nnii, "Snakes !"
he ejaculated. "Am I seeing 'em again,
or who's Hint hosldo Tim McCarthy?"
Harris' eyes were popping out of
tholr orbits. "Hy all that's lu.lj !" ho
gasped. "Miss Emory I" ,
New Type of Snow Plow. ,
A new apparatus for clearing snow
from railroad tracks has been devised
by Louis P. Chlcolno of Vuudroud,
Quebec, Cnnnda. Tho npp..iiitus 1ms
the general V-shapo of a ri-iw plow,
but Instead of consisting of , plain
V-shaped plow It has n ser.is ..r cut
ters detachahly mounted on tho front
portion of the plow. These cutters
each hnvo n rectangular shank, tho
lower end of which extends forward
to locate the cutting point In banco
of tljo piano of the shank and rear
wardly to re-enforco tho point which
has n knlfo edge. This enalJes tho
dovlco to cut through tho Ice nnd
crusted snow elllclontly. The device
has been adopted as a' standard one
on one of tho largo Canadian rait
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"And so wo wpnt you to pardon this
woman, governor," said thO leader of
tho deputation,' bocaUso she Is more
slimed against than slmdiiK. She has
served ten years In the pciiltentlrry."
"For a revolting murder," Interposed
tho governor lmishly.
"For a murder to which alio was ac
cessory. ShO was swayed by tho man
who committed it and has paid tho
penalty of his crime. Wo want to re
store her ty society, to glvo her hor
chance In life. Sho Is still oung, she
has been educated In prison. Shu
was accessory to tho murder of u
brute. Her life was far from exem
plary. Hut what started her upon the
downward road? The man who took
advantage of her youth and Innocence,
the first unnamed, unknown man who
made her whnt sho Is."
There was a pause In the governor's
room. Governor Hates was scrupulous
In tho way he measured out Justice.
Tho deputation knew that all tho
facts concerning Mary Seyforth would
bo carefully weighed. It knew that
nrvrirvTr-fTTr-rfr -w-rvr
Governor Hntes would act according
to tho dictates of his conscience.
Hut he had his sontlmuntnl side,
and Dr. Anno I'ritchnrd, the lender of
tho deputation, was playing It for all
It was worth.
"Jf every man dared look himself
hi tho heart,'' sho said, "who Is there
who would not say, of such women,
'There, but for the mercy of God,
fctand 1?'"
The governor meditated. Ho had
released many prisoners during his
term of olllce. Ho had been unjustly
blamed and extravagantly praised. Ho
was not thinking of what, tho news
papers would say. The business of
the state was in suspense for half
an hour that ho might weigh whether
or not Mary Seyforth should bo re
stored to liberty. It was a decision that
required almost superhuman clarity.
"Her prison record?" he asked.
"Splendid," said Doctor l'rltchard.
"I'll go and sco her," announced the
governor.
Tho deputation withdrew. They had
gained something", at any rate, but
they had hoped for more."
That evening the governor went to
the penitentiary to see the woman. He
roso nnd bowed as the slight, prison
clad figure entered the warden's olllce.
"Sit down, Mary Seyforth," ho said.
"You know why I um hero. 1 hnvo
been approached with a view to grant
ing you u pardon. You must not ho
inlluenced by undue hopes. Tell me
your story."
Tho slight figure faced him across
the table, but she kept her face burled
In her hands. She did not nnswer
him.
"You were lucky to escape tho
chair," said the governor Judiciously.
"Your life has not been exemplary.
I am not repronehlng you with it; I
am summing up the facts. Did you
love Carter?"
She shook her head.
"Then, why In God's nnmc, wero you
an accessory to his crime?" the gov
ernor demanded.
She spoko. between her fingers: "I
wns alone In the world. I had been a
servant. I had a child to support. I
couldn't be a servant and support It,
and and Carter came to me and
promised to let It live with us If I If
I'd ngree. What Is ono to do?"
"You should neer have sinned In
the first place," answered the govern
or, hut sho went, on :
"Then, when ho planned to brenk
Into the old man's safe, he swore
that there should bo no violence.
"When tho old man invoke and cried
ho strangled him with his pocitet
handkerchief. I didn't know what he
wns doing. When I knew I I told
him to get out of my sight forever."
"All this does not excuse tho fact
that you had deliberately placed your
self outside tho social Institutions,"
snld tho governor.
"That's all. 1 didn't ask for a par
don, and I I don't want one. You
sec, the the child Is dead."
"You don't want to go free?" usked
the governor In astonishment.
"No. What should I want my free
dom for? I'm happy here, In a wny."
"You bhould have your chance In
life," said the governor. "A chance to
atone for the past by years of service.
You uro now an educated woman.
You could obtain a position. Doctor
Pritehnrd has promised to see to It.
I hnvo decided to' grant this applica
tion. Hut, Mary Seyforth, do not
Idame society In your heart. You
alone nro tho causo of your misfor
tunes." "How nbout tho man tho first
man?" asked Mary Soyforth quietly,
for tho first tlmo looking him In the
eyes across tho table.
Into tho governor's eyes a look of
horror came. Ho stared at her be
wildered. "You, Mary?" ho cried In horror.
And tho words rang through his
bruin, "There, but, for tho mercy of
God, stand I."
And he knew thai It was ho himself
who must ntone for tho pnst by years
of fc-orvle.
Pensioners of Early Wars.
Tho lnrgcst number of Civil war sol
'dlers on tho pension roll, 745,822, was
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On
Juno lit), 1921, there wero 218,775 Civil
war soldiers on tho pension roll, ns
ngninst 213,520 tho previous year. On
Juno SO, 1921, thero wero surviving
sixty-four widows of tho Wur of 1812,
nlso 109 soldjers and 2,135 widows of
tho. Mexican war; ns wol ns .10,282
pensioners of the Spanish war.
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copyrlcht, 1922, Wtutern Nownparer Union.
' The murder of Old Hlbtroo had
passed from a nine days' scnsnUon- hi;
to nn ttnsohi'd mystery. Only ono
man knew who had killed Kibtrcc, and
'Unit wns James, brcrtuso James had
killed him himself.
Itlbtree mid JniiK-s lived In a town
of fifty thousand Inhabitants, Just
large enough to escape that prying
gossip which makes murder so unsafe
In villages. The two men had always
been enemies, under the guise of friend
hhlp. Jnlues had especially wanted
Itlbtrce's girl, Ada Laehau'see.
' James had made no elaborate plans.
Ho had figured out that a spontaneous
murder Is tho safest. He went to Itlb
trce's house one night when ho know
ho would bo .alone, walked straight In
to the study, nnd shot Itlbtree through
the henrt, and went away. Now he
had Itlbtrce's girl, Ada Laehatisee.
Detective Aston had questioned
James very closely the next morning.
Happily James was able to prove that
ho had been In bed all tho day
before, with grippe. 111"? old house
keeper, Mrs. Cannon, confirmed this
statement. Doing qulto deaf, she hitd
not heard James r pen his window and
descend; being lu bed when James
returned, she had not hoard liN key
In tho front door.
' Ada Lnchnusseo, moved by James'
protestations of sympathy, had trans
ferred her nffectlons to lilm. Three
month after the murder, James moved (
to Ilibbli'lleld, and next week they
wero to be mnrried.
James knew that Aston suspected
lilm, and ho was worried. Aston wns
tho sort of detective who, with llttlo
Imagination, possessed the pertinacity
of a bulldog. A bulldog? Thnt was
tho Hy In the ointment. Itlbtree had
had a bulldog Hones.
Hones and James had always been
good friends. Hut Hones was an un
canny dog. It was not until James
had shot Itlbtree that he perceived
Hones lying in front of the gas log.
Hones got up, sniffed nt his dead mas
ter, and Jumped up at James for a
caress. The memory of It made
James' blood run cold.
Next day Hones had met James In
the street and tried to follow lilm
home. Hones did not know where
.Tunics lived; but every time James
took a stroll In tho direction of Itlb
trce's house, he met Hones. Each
time he met liltn nearer and nearer
Ids own house. Ho knew that Hones
wns slowly running him down.
James, seated In his new house In
Rlbblelleld, heard a scratching at the
door. The sweat started to his fore
head. He ' rose and opened It, aud
Bones came In, wagged bis tail, nnd
lay down at his foot.
For the first time James felt his Im
pending doom. The sweat streamed
down his forehead. He did not know
whnt to do.
He kicked tho dog furiously, nnd
Bones gave a yelp, and then jumped
up at lilm for n carets again. There
was something devilish In tho bull
dog's deliberate design. It was ns If
Hones hod set hlmsqlf to run lilm
down, to furnish the one proof that
could connect lilm with the murder.
Hones must die. James formed that
dctermluutlon ns he watched tho bull
dog crouching nt h!s feet, looking up
at him with an. expression of devotion
on Its faco. Ho must get his pistol,
shoot It, dispose of tho body beforo
morning.
A policeman passed, stamping heav
ily on the sidewalk. He was accom
panied by a man whom James, looking
Into the darkness, could not recognize.
But a horrible fcai came to him that
this mnn wns Aston.
As tho men passed James took the
bulldog by tho collar, dragged It to
tho front door, nnd opened It. Ho wns
determined to tnko Hones to a lonely
place In the country, shoot lilm nnd
throw tho body Into n ditch.
But us ho opened the front door he
heard tho pounding feet stop. Ho
stopped, cold with terror. Tho po
liceman and his compnnlon were re
turning. They walked buck to the
gate of the garden, pushed It open,
mill n'UHO mi Mio lmtll.
And Juntos, standing silently upon
the step, his hand In Hones' collar,
knew that Nemesis wns at hand.
The light from tho street lamp fell
on tho fare of tho second man. James
recognized Detective Aston.
"I want to see you," Aston said.
"You've got mcr1 James babbled.
"For God's sake take mo away. Yes,
I killed Itlbtree, and I'm ready to go
to the chair for him."
Aston stared at him in utupefnctlon,
and a light broke ovor his face.
"Why, it's Mr. James!" ho ox
clnlmod. "I didn't know you wero liv
ing bore. Lucky I got that transfer
last week. You hoard what ho said,
Mulllns?"
.Tmyos looked at him plteously.
"What what d'you moan?" ho stain
morod. "Didn't you didn't -you?"
Aston grinned. "Only wanted to
know If you'd got a license for that
thoro dotr," ho answered. Hut I guess
it don't matter so much now."
Repressed Emotions.
"How do you react toward the mnn
classic dnnrer?" "I control myself,"
said Mr. Grumpson. "Whnt?" "No
matter what violent thoughts nro
coursing through my mind, when ho
balances himself on ono too nnd looks
up Into tho flies like a dying ronch,
I don't do anything, but snort, nnd
I manage thnt so cleverly that; the
people around mo think I'm merely
clearing my throat.''
CONDITION OF WHEAT
BELOW THE AVERAGE
A winter wheat condition of 80
which is below the average for this
tlul a rve contl tioh of 859i n sub
statinl incretibc in number cf brood
tows and tho farm labor supply s-n'
orally Loxcooding the denmr.d nvo the
loading statements in tho April crop
report r-leased toilny by Leo Sluhr,
secretary of tho Nebraska Depart
montiof Agriculture and A. E. Ander
son, Statistician for tlu Bureau of
Markets r.nd Crop Estimates.
Toe present wheat cond tion 80 .
which is 1," boloV last yonr and 5
bolow the ton your average, forecasts
a production of 00,101,000 bushels.
Tho bulk of the crop h asmado bettor
prog.-ess tlmn one would ordinarily
:;pcct under the "dry unfavorable
autumn and winter weather, nnd fur
ther improvement is possible under
favorable condition.
Tlie present cond.tion of the what
crop in the eastern third of the state
is generally very satisfactory but
west cf hero and particularly in
south central Nebraska, more or less
damage has been sustained. Hero,
htard. havs bj:n thinned out to vary
ing extends and tome abnndonment is
rxpected. The. crop in start ng oL
with th- di- advantage of be'nu lato
a.id In. a weakened condition and with
little rese.'vo subsoil moisture. Tho
chano" for the crop to recover depends
Vrjrely upen such weather conditions
aw will favor till ng and give' tho
thinned stands an advance start of the
weeds. Some of th important wheat
cvnties in western Nebraska wero
still short of moisture and tho condi
t on is not promising. An estimate
of tho abandonment will be made next
month.
The condition of rye is 85 ns
compared to 88 last December uid
th ton year average of 91 for this
date. A possible production of 1,
92S.000 bushels is forecasted by this
condition. Tho f.nal estimate hst
year was 1,714,000 bushels.
The number of brood sows has in
creased 10 over tho previous year,
tho number being placed at 7.1 1 COO ,
head ns compared to 607,000 last year,'
The present corn resorv. s and tha rel
ative prices of corn nnd swine during
the past winter seems to have given
cons'derablo stimulus to swine produc
tion. Reports on tho litters to date
vary from severe losses to highly
satisfactory results.
The farm labor supply is 102 as
compared to last year and 103 as
compared to tho normal supply for
this date. Tho labor demand is 91
iu compared to last year and 91 s
compared to the normnl demand.
Correspondents report a general ten
dency toward the elimination of hired
fnrm labor as far as practical. Tho
relation of farm labor supply to the
demand is 112 as compared to 114
last year and 74 two years ago.
Estimates for tho United Stat?s
arc as follows: win'tci; wheat condi
tion 78.4 as compared to 70 last
December, 91 a year ago and tho
ten year avcrago of 81.3. The pres
ent condition forecasts a crop of 572,
974,000 bushels as compared to tho
final estimate last year of 587,032,
000 bushels. The present condition
of rye is 89 and the indicated crop
09,007,000 bushels as compared to
57,918,000 bushels tho final estimate
last year.
Indian Fighter Told of "Reviewing"
Quadruped Army That Had Front
of Ten Miles.
Tho famous Indian fighter General
Maus, who lost un eye in border skir
mishes with renegades and received
tho congressional medal of honor for
gallantry in nn Apache campaign, told
mo about seventeen years ago of n
dramatic incident in which ho par
ticipated in tho middle '70s. As n
young lieutenant, with an orderly and
two Indian scouts, ho was trailing tho
groat Nez Perco Chief Joseph In his
flight from Oregon to Canada.
The American scouting party camo
Into an opeh prairie country In Idaho.
They paused on a tiny hillock, scan
ning tho horizon. Tho Indians dropped,
cars to ground. Thoy signaled. Presently
all with ears down heard it distinctly,
the hump, hump, hump of rhythmic
beat, and far off, of u mighty host
marching. ' ,
Buffalo t .
They camo Into view; thoy ap
proached. General Muus described the,
great spread of that quadruped army,
at least five miles wldo each way,
making u ten-mile front. The scouts
fired their 'carbines to deflect tho
qvalnucho so that tho leaders would
turn aside and not como directly over
tho hillock. Ono horse early reared,
broko uwny, lied and was engulfed la .
tho herd. Two of tho other horses;
uttered queer, loud, whining squeals,
nnd all of ' them trembled In nbject
terror with yielding knees and reared
repeatedly.
For fuiii' sulld hours that herd kept
coming on and passing. Wo figure l tho
posslblo numbers, with tho progn. s nt
nbout ten miles an hour and tin. herd
ch !;. i c It w'U Into millions.
General Maus related It as the most
amazing experience ho over had wit
nessed. Ho had described It to Frederic
Remington nnd had offered to guldo
him to the spot and describe details,
but Remington seomed not sufficiently.
Interested In that buffalo stampede, na
an epic In American Ufa Uint long
slnco has vanished. ....
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