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THE BOOK FARMER
MAKING CiOOD
ON THE LAND
By
GARRARD HARRIS
COPXBIGHT, 1913,
BT HAKLTClt & BROTHERS.
SYNOPSIS
Jo* Weston, fourteen years old, decides
t* maka a success of his father's run
down farm. He reads the latest scientific
books. Mr. Somerville, a merchant, agrees
to help him.
Joe's father is pessimistic. He sneers
at book farming and book farmers. Mr.
Bomervllle, struck with Joe's business
ability and ambition, backs him in prize
competitions.
Passeraby on the road linger to watch
Joe operate. The sneers that were in
evidence at first soon five way to looks
of surprise. Joe Is showing them some
thing P-» a farmer.-
Joe's father's pessimism gradually
fades away. He watches Joe work. He
sees him perform wonders with the soil
He soon is as enthusiastic as Joe. His
conversion pleases Mr. Somerville.
Joe's corn is the wonder of the country
side. With money he received from a
-commission merchant for his product he
starts a bank account, which he proudly
exhibits to his father.
There Is a constant demand for the corn
Joe is raising. In the prize competition
Joe makes 188 bushels on an acre at a
cost of $12.30.
It is announced that Joe Weston, the
book farmer, won the first corn prize for
his county. His father says, "Son, I'm
powerful proud of ye."
mJo220yCHAPTEwheIXHappy.and
Makes Mother
HERE remained now only $1.
to pay on the place After
discussing their affairs all the
wa home, Joe his
father unhitched the team and started
to the house. Tom Weston handed Joe
'.he paper the lawyer had prepared.
tVhich insured a home to the two wom
enfolk.
"You hand it to her. Joe. It's your
doin's mor'n mine." he said..
Joe thought of a little speech he
would make, bnt at the supper table
he forgot all about it and merely
'poked the paper at his mother.
"There's a home for you and sis,"
Was all he could say.
As his mother read tears of happi
ness welled from her eyes, and sne
threw her arms about their necks.
'Oh, I'm proud of my two boys, and
jl thank you from the bottom of my
I heart, but the dearest thing to me is
Jihat yTU are beginning to understand
,each other and are such good com
rades."
"We are sure enough pardners now,
moth^ain't we, Joe?"
"Yes, sir—in every way."
"An', mother, when we get this place
paid for we're agoin' to build a sure
enough nice house on it, with lots of
Closets an' sich, an' big piazzers, an'
all painted nice, an' a lightnin' rod on
ait tee."
0F "That will be fine but, Tom. I love
,?,.every log in this dear old place, and
I don't want you and Joe to put your
selves under a big strain on that ac
count Let's get something ahead
first"
Joe and his father lost no time get
ting the land in shape for next year
and followed the method Joe used the
year before. All the barnyard fer
tilizer was now carefully scraped up
and saved, leaves and trash hauled and
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vestment. Link Washington wasTared
regularly now. and never a day passed
that the three of them did not do a
solid day's work. The place began to
take on an entirely new aspect
Joe sold the pigs for his mother and
Annie—$43 for the two—and he and
his father insisted that Mrs. Weston
use every cent of it for herself and
Annie. They could not keep her from
buying a nice tie and a dozen linen
handkerchiefs each for "her boys," as
she called them, and even Link was
made happy with a green and blue tie
and a pair of bright red suspenders.
Mr. Weston took the wagon one day
when they had about caught up with
work and vanished down the road to
ward the swamp. When he returned
ho ii»a Amr -oVtcuaid -j oung uiagiiuuu
trees, a great clump of yellow jasmine
roots and two fine young crabapple
trees.
"Gives a feller a different feelin',
don't it, Joe, to own land. Now, I
never cared about flxin' up this front
lawn, before, but now it's ourn, why, I
want to make it pretty."
"I'm glad you got those crabapples,"
said Joe as he tramped the dirt about
one of the trees where it had been set.
"I think the blossoms in spring are
just about the sweetest of any."
"Well, when that yellow jasmine gets
to runnih' over the front porch it'll be
hard to beat. And the magnolias '11
look pretty fine, won't they?"
"You bet. Now. if we'll just get some
woodbine to run over that old oak
stump and a lot of those yellow jon-
With Trembling Fingers Joe Opened
the Message.
quils to go on each side of the front
walk we'll be fixed. I think we ought
to name this place tod."
"That's a good idee. What'll we call
it—Prize Acre Farm?"
"No, I don't like that How's the Ad
vance Farm?*
"That's all fight Ifvjnother and
Annie like it. ft* goes." %,
"I think £ll«kte over this afternoon
and see Jim Sullivan."
"What forf
"I heard Jim was trying to sell off
everything he- baa, ^sjie's^going to
sal?
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Texas—a man ain't got no chance in
this country." Joe cast his eyes around
.it his father.
"Jim Sullivan's a lazy, triflin', whis
ky drlnkln' liar that's all I've got to
say about it" responded Tom Weston
emphatically. "An' 1 reckon I ought
to know# for I've proved it"
"Well, if he's going to sell those
pigs off cheap I'll buy 'em, for it's a
good stock of hogs."
"Yes. and while you're about it you
better buy the old sow too. She's a
good mother to them pigs, mighty re
liable."
Down the road a boy was approach
ing on horseback at a lope. He reined
at the gate and called:
"Joe. here's a note Mr. Somerville
sent you!"
Joe was alarmed and could not im
agine what it Was as he tore the en
velope open. A yellow telegraph en
velope fell out
"Dear Joe," wrote Mr. Somerville,
"here's a telegram which came for you
this morning. Of course the company
does not deliver messages in the coun
try, so I put this chap on a horse and
sent it out Hope it is good news.
Your friend, J. Somerville."
With trembling fingers Joe opened
the message, and the typewritten
words swam before his eyes. It was
from the state superintendent of agri
culture:
"Congratulations. You win state
championship by margin of five bush
els and $2 less expense. Four thou
sand two hundred contestants. Also
awarded nitrate and fertilizer prizes.
Report my office 30th for trip to Wash
ington."
His father read the message over his
shoulder, and as both finished they
grinned foolishly at each other and
stood there shaking hands.
"Well, by gum!" said Mr. Weston.
"Well, by gum!" He could think of
nothing else to say and remarked
"Well, by gum!" again.
"There's two hundred more to slap
on this place!" said Joe as his wits
came back to him. "We'll only owe a
thousand then!"
"Well, by gum!" wonderingly replied
his father. Then he grabbed Joe by
the arm.
"Come on and le's go tell the gals
about it!"
"Son, when you get to Washington
and shake hands with the president,"
said Mrs. Weston, pausing a moment
to look at him as she packed his suit
case for the trip, "you just remember
there's an old countrywoman 'way
down here In a split log house that
thinks you're a sight bigger man than
he is. Don't you ever forget that!"
Joe and his father were riding home
ward from the railroad station. Joe's
trip to Washington as the champion
corn raiser of his state was over.
As they rounded the shoulder of the
hill and saw the little farm home in
the bright morning sunshine Jov. face
wreathed in a smile.
"You know,' he said earnestly. "I can
understand that song 'Home, Sweet
Home' a heap better now. There is
'no place like home.' It was mighty
fine and all that in Washington, but
I'm sure glad to be back."
"I'm proud to hear ye say that, boy!"
answered his father. "I was a bit
fearful vou'd^come back here dissatis
hed an maybe after awhile go SwJ^
an' leave us"—
"Not a bit of It!" said Joe stoutly.
"I've come back with the idea of Brick
ing right here and making this the beat
farm in the state."
"Well, hooray for that!"
"I mean it too. I've got to have a
lot more schooling, but I'm going to
mix it in with my work."
"So you think you'll stick to farming,
son?"
"Yes, sir."
"After seein' all the government at
Washington I'd 'a' thought you'd want
to be a lawyer or somethin'?"
"I did think of that before I went
there, but the president took me to the
window and pointed out the capitol
and the treasury and postofflce build
ings and some others.
'You think all this is great, don't
you, Joe?' says the president
'Of course I do.' says 1.
'Which is the greatest these things
or that which makes them possible?' he
asked. looking bard at me.
'The cause of 'em, of course—that
which makes 'em possible,' I told him.
'Do you know what that is?' he
asked me. I told him I reckoned it
was the people.
'Yes, the people, but particularly
the farmer. The whole structure of
government is founded on him, for peo
ple must eat before they are governed.
I think a good farmer is just as valu
able as a good senator!' he said."
"Well, I declare!" exclaimed Mr.
Weston. "I had no idee we farmers
were that important"
"Me either," said Joe, "but right then
I made up my mind to be a ,farmer,
and a good one. I've got a heap more
respect for farmers now."
Annie spied them down the road and
came racing to meet them. Mrs. Wes
ton waved an affectionate greeting
from the front gate. Joe rushed in and
gave his mother a hug.
"It sure is fine to be home again and
see you all. How's everything getting
along?"
"Just fine! Chickens started to lay
mg and we've six little new pigs."
"An' a new calf named Spot!" insist
ed Annie.
"Come on in and tell us about your
trip. Did you really see the president?"
inquired Mrs. Weston.
"Yes'm. and a'mighty fine man he is,
too. We had a big argument"—
"What? You didn't argufy with the
president, did you, son?" she inquired
in horrified tones.
"Yes'm. 1 sure did. He started it"
sturdily answered Joe.
"Good gracious. I hope you didn't
talk sassy to him. did you. son?" anx-'
iously asked his father, who had en
tered the room in time to hear part of
the conversation.
"Why. of course not but we argued
just the same. And he asked me to
stay to lunch with him, and 1 stayed."
"Gr-eat Scott!" whistled Mr. Weston.
"How did he come to do that, Joe?"
inquired his mother.
"Well," laughed Joe, "the rest of the
boys—champions of eleven other states,
you know—won the trip as I did. They
went on with one of the beads of the
department of agriculture to take a
boat ride on the Potomac river. We
had just been looking over the capitol.
Our senator was mighty nice to me
too."
^WisfeSi^^^l^^^s
SSfci'Sfefeii
WILLMAR TRIBUNE, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 29, ISIS
"I know him." aald Mr. Weston
proudly.
"Yea, air, he told me to give you his
regards, and he's going to send ma
some flowers and bulbs from the de
partment Well, as I was saying, the
crowd was leaving the capitol, and I
said I'd rather stay and watch 'em
make laws. The senator said he'd look
after me and see I got back to the ho
tel all right. That was about half past
10 in the morning. The senate and
house don't meet until noon."
"That was powerful clever of him,"
asserted Mr. Weston.
"So we were walking through the
rotunda, right under the big dome you
lee in the pictures, when we met an
other senator. He came up and said:
'Have you seen the president about
that matter you promised to, take up
with him?' And our senator said, 'No,
by George, I forgot it but I'll go right
on to the White House now and see
him.'
"So we went down the long flight of
steps you see in the pictures some
times. Really, they're at the back of
the capitol. It faces the other way.
Down at the head of Pennsylvania
avenue there were a lot of cabs and
automobiles standing."
"Did you ride in one of them autos?"
inquired Annie hopefully.
"Yes, but not right then.
'Ride or walk, Joe?' asked the sen
ator.
'I'd rather walk,' I told him.
'Me, too,' says the senator. 'I ate
too many buckwheat cakes for break
fast and I need the exercise," and he
laughed, and we struck out down the
avenue.
"He stopped in a jewelry store to get
his watch he left there to be fixed and
then he picked out a pair of cuff but
tons and pays $4 for them and hands
'em to me.
'Take those with my compliments.
Joe, as a souvenir. They are historical.
They are made out of steel from the
battleship Maine that was blown up in
Havana harbor, and which caused the
war with Spain.'"
"Le's see 'em?" excitedly asked Mr.
Weston. Joe exhibited the blue steel
burnished buttons, which he was wear
ing. "You sure ought to be proud of
'em. Are they actually made out of
part of the Maine?"
"Yes, sir no doubt about it, the sena
tor said. There was a certificate there
from the navy department showing
that some of the steel from the ship
had been sold the jeweler, and anoth
er certificate from the manufacturer
that the buttons were made of that
identical steel, so I'm sure they're gen
uine."
"It's a present worth having!" said
Mrs. Weston. "They're real handsome
too."
"Then we walked on up the avenue,
and the senator showed me a lot of
interesting things. Then when we got
to the end of the avenue we turned to
the right and passed the beautiful
treasury department building. It has
rows of big stone pillars around it
mighty handsome. Then right on the
other side of it was the White House."
CHAPTER X.
Joe Describes White Hfyse Visits.
you went right in where the
1 a W W O W
started to describe hie visit
to the White House.
"Sure! The senator sent his card in,
and we waited in a big waiting room
full of people. There were some other
senators there before us, and after they
had gone in our turn came. Senators
are always let in ahead of other folks."
"What's that for?" inquired Mr. Wes
ton.
"I asked, and it's because they are
supposed to be there on public busi
ness, and, then, a senator is a very
high officer in Washington. And after
awhile the man at the door motioned
to us, and we went out of the recep
tion room into the office of the presi
dent"
"Didn't it make you feel sort of
scared?" asked Mrs. Weston apprehen
sively.
"Well," laughed Joe, "I'll tell the
truth I did feel kind of shaky, because
I didn't know what to do, but that
passed in a minute just as soon as the
president spoke.
'Why, howdy, senator! Glad to see
you: What can I do for you today?
And is that your chap?' he says, look
ing at me.
'In a way he is,* said the senator.
'He's one of my boys from down in my
state—champion corn raiser—won a
trip to Washington. Mr. President,
this is Joe Weston!'
'Mighty glad to meet you, Joe,' says
the president, just as friendly as any
thing, shaking hands with me. 'Always
glad to meet anybody who has done
something worth while. And how
much corn did you raise?'
"I told him.
'What?' he sort of yells. 'You don't
mean to tell me you raised that much
corn on an acre of .land?' And. he
looked at me like he thought I moat
be mistaken. So I pulled my certificate
out of my pocket and hands it to him.
'Yes, sir, I did. Read that!* I says.
and he read it through.
"'Well, that is certainly fleer be
said and slapped me on the back. I a
really wonderful. How'd yon do itf
"'Followed the instructions of the
department of agriculture from fight
here in Washington—the iMtractlons
they send out to the Boys' Corn clubs.'
'Do you know, senator, I hate rath
er lost sight of that branch of the
work?' said the president 'I must And
out some more about It Now, let'i
get through with your' business, anc"
suppose you leave Joe here to take
lunch with me. and we can talk? 1%
see he gets back to the hotel all right
It's about 12 now.*
'Why, that's agreeable if Jos wants
to stay. How about ijt? said the sena
tor to me.
'Wish you would, Joe, and tell me
something more about this Com club
work,' said the president.'
'That suits me all right, and thank
you sir. for asking me,' I said. So
the president and the senator talked
about some bill or other, and after
awhile the senator told me goodby and
said he'd see me again before I left
for home. Then the. president pushed
a button on his desk, and'the door
keeper cams in.
'I will see nobody else this morn
ing,' said, As president 'And send
word to the housekeeper td have lunch
for two ijjp berej^0rtaway.'"_
7
SpES
"Well, 1 do kuowr remarked Mr
Weston in awed tones, taking a lone
breath.
"He seems to have acted just like
folks," commented Joe's mother.
"Yes'm, and one of the nicest gentle
men I ever saw. I forgot all about
his being president or anything else
except just a fine, friendly man. He
made me feel right at home. So we
got to talking about raising corn, and
I told him how I did it"—
"You said somethin' about argufyin*
with him?" Inquired Mr. Weston anx
iously.
"I'm coming to that. And when I
was telling about cultivating the corn
"An' you went right in where the presi
dent lives?" inquired Anne in awed
tones.
he asked me what I did with the 'suck
ers' thrown out at the base of the
stalk.
'Did nothing with 'em,' I said.
'You ought to have pulled 'em off,'
says the president
'No, sir. It would have been a
waste of time and work,' says I.
'That's not accordin' to reason,' he
answered, mighty positive. 'If you
pulled those suckers off the strength
they take goes into the main stalk and
helps mature the corn.'
"'That's what I thought about it
too,' I said, 'but I found out that it
really didn't matter.'
'"You must be mistaken,' said the
president.
'I believe I'm right,' I told him.
'How are we going to settle it?' he
asks, like he had me.
'I'll leave it to the head of the bu
reau of plant industry of the depart
ment of agriculture,' I said. I knew
I had him, for I had seen one of the
bulletins from the department that
tests had shown that it really did not
nteke any difference about the suckers.
T|#fe aj£ He outfit to know.
VM^&f^J^
on
PfcPSS and see _^L?—'°
him up, and, snre enough, he told Mr.
Annie was growing restive under the
talk and was concerned with mors
material things.
"Where'd you and him go to eat your
lunch—out under the trees? An' why
didn't you have some dinner 'stid of
just a lunch, an' what did you have to
eat?"
"It really was what we call dinner,
sis," laughed Joe, *'but hot quite so
much of it. Those very busy people
up there eat a shack in the middle of
the day and call it a luncheon, and
then at 6 o'clock, or along that time,
they have what they call dinner—at
the time we eat supper."
"I think it's very silly to change
things up eo. But tell me what do
presidents eat—cake and pie and ice
cream," persisted Annie, "like kings
do?" as she grasped Joe'a hand.
"I don't hnow what kings eat, sis,
and I don't know what presidents eat
all the time, but I know for lunch we
had some mighty good potato soup
and some fine roast beef and mashed
potatoes and a dish of spinach and
poached egg on it and a glass of rich
cream and a big slab of apple pie."
"How was the pie?" anxiously in
quired Mrs. Weston.
i'lt was good pie," judicially admit
ted Joe "but I don't think it was as
good as you make, ma."
She gave him a hug, and her face
was radiant the rest of (he day. It
was a comforting thought to her the
balance of her years to think that she
could make better apple pie than the
president of the United States bad set
before him.
"Anything else?" persisted Annie.
"No except the president said he
lilted turnip greens!"
"And when was it he told you that
about the farmer?" asked Mr. Weston.
"Just before he sent one of the door
keepers back to the hotel with me.
lAnd he gave me a picture of himself
/with his name written on it I saw
him write it. And the last thing he
said to me was, standing ^here, with
my hand in his and his other hand on
my shoulder:
'Joe,' says he, 'just remember this,
that a good farmer—a real good farmer
and an honest man—is just as useful
tnd occupies just as high a place in
this country as president, senator or
congressman. Don't forget that Be
proud of the fact that you area farmer
if you are a good one.'
Joe returned from Washington on
Friday. Sunday afternoon he was
scrambling around in the closets and
on the shelves of the attic room, haul
ing out old school books and dusting
them off.
"Whatever are you up to, Joe?" in
quired Mrs. Weston.
"Just trying to get some books to
gether. I'm going to start to school
again tomorrow."
'"But you studied those books last
year"—
"Yes'm, and I don't know 'em either.
I'm going right back and make it up."
"Won't that put you In classes with
a lot of boys much younger than you
are?"
"I guess it will, ma, and I know the
fellows will rag me something fierce
about it, and maybe I'll have to flght
about it, but right there I'm tfrfng be
cause I belong there."
"I kind of hate for you to do it,"
mused his mother. "You ought to be
able to go in higher classes than that?"
"Oh, I reckon I could keep up, but
I'm trying to be honest with myself.
I don't know my arithmetic, and I
don't know grammar, and I don't know
how to spell. I didn't study like I
ought to have done when I was there
before, so it's for my own good."
"What started you on such an idea,
Joe?"
"The president. When he told me
goodby he looked me right in the eyes
and said, 'Whatever happens, always
be honest and absolutely square with
yourself.' So I got to thinking about
it I hadn't been honest with myself
the last year I was in school because
I skimmed, and it wasn't honest to the
teacher either. I'm going back and
make it good."
It took a good deal of courage to go
to the teacher and be placed in classes
with boys three and four years young
er than himself, but Joe took his med
icine like a man. Of course he was
guyed, but he took it good humoredly.
"That's all right Go ahead, you
fellows, and have all the fun out of it
you can. I'm paying for not studying.
If you'd tell the truth about it a lot
of you would be right in this class
with me. Go ahead. I've got It com
ing to me, and it don't make me mad."
He grinned amiably at their chaff
ing, and when the boys found he
would not lose his temper over it they
let him alone.
The second week after he started to
school the county superintendent of
education came over to start the Boys*
Corn club again and to get ready for
the approaching season. Somehow
there seemed to be an utter lack of en
thusiasm among the boys. They did
not applaud his utterances, and only
a few of them went forward and sign
ed the roll.
"What on earth is the matter with
them?" whispered the superintendent
to the teacher, consternation written
all over his countenance.
"Goodness knows, but it is some
thing that is certain." she replied in
an undertone.
Joe Weston instinctively felt that he
was in some way concerned in the re
fusal of the boys to join. He caught
several of them looking at him out of
the corners of their eyes and shifting
their glances when he looked in their
direction.
Then at recess he overheard a group
of the boys talking. They did not
know he was near. Reddy Haywood
was hofding forth, and the rest of
them nodded approvingly.
"Ain't no use our goin' in that Corn
club—Joe Weston's goin' in. He's air
ready won the stote championship and
knowh how.' What chance we got?
I
WUBXr
President just what I said, that it Me, too!" echoed severar
was not worth the time and trouble to
take the suckers off.
'Well, you win!' says the president
turning to me and grinning in a mighty
good humor."
"What do you think of that pat*
wondered Mrs. Weston. "What else
did he say, Joe?"
"He said it had taught him a lesson
—not to be so sure he knew anything
until he knew he knew it*'
a burning
sedgethis
-*Me, too!
others.
The whole situation was clear now.
Joe Weston went to the principal and
the county superintendent.
,-f^I've found out what's the matter
with 'em," he said. "When we take
in, if ypu'll let me. I think, maybe. 1
can fix things."
Accordingly, after the bell rang and
the school was seated, Joe rose in his
seat
"Mr. Superintendent, I want to say
a few words, if you please," he said,
In1 a self possessed manner. The super
intendent nodded affirmatively and
looked at the principal.
"The school will pay attention to Joe
Weston," said the teacher, rapping for
order.
"Mr. Principal, I find the boys of the
school don't want to go in this Corn
club because they think I am going in.
and because I have made a state rec
ord they think they will have no,
chance with me it.
"I just want to say this, that I am
going in the club, but I won't compete
for the county prizes. And I won't
compete for any of the state prizes if
any of the boys from this county come
near enough to my record this coming
year to make it a competition between
me and them. Is that fair enough?"
In answer a storm of applause greet
ed the words. Joe smiled with pleas
ure.
"I'm going in this club this year to
benefit myself and try to learn some
thing more. I raised a big crop of corn
and won the state prize on amount
but that ain't the main thing. It is to
learn how to raise a big crop at small
cost. That is the business end of it.
If it costs you in fertilizer and labor
about what your corn is worth to make
it, then you've had your work for noth
ing. It ain't a bit better than raising
a small crop at little or no cost on poor
land.
"Now, I want to say this—that if
there's any boy in this club who wants
the benefit of what I've learned I'll
gladly help him in every way I can.
You fellows go on in, and if you can
win do it and I'll be glad to see it
I'm working on other lines how but,
at any rate, I don't think it just fair
to you boys to compete against you,
and I ain't going to do it That's all
I've got to say."
There was another silence for a mo
ment after Joe sat down, and the ap
plause broke forth afresh.
"I think Joe has acted admirably and
fairly," said the county superintendent.
"You boys have seen what he has done
against more odds than any one of
you will ever be called on to face.
First be has satisfied himself that he
can make the ground produce largely,
and now he's figuring on how to do so
at the least cost That is the lesson
we want you to learn. Now the books
are open. Who else will join?"
Every boy in the school marched for
ward and enrolled for the contest.
(To be continued.)
If WeSay h, It's So.
If It's So. WeSay H.
(First publication Dec. lS-8t)
NOTICE OF 8ALE OF DITCHING JOBS.
Witness, The Judge of said court,
and the seal of said court, this 2nd
day of December, 1915.
(COURT SEAL)
State of Minnesota,
County of Kandiyohi,
Notice is Hereby Given, That on Tuesday, the 11th day of January, A.
D. 1916 at 1 o'clock p. m., of said day, at the County Auditor's Office, in the
county commissioners' room in the Court House, in the City of WiHmar,
Kandiyohi County, Minnesota, I will sell the jobs of digging and constrnctr
ing County Ditch No. 34 of said county, established by the Board of County
Commissioners of Kandiyohi County, Minnesota, by their order bearing date
the 8th day of December, A. D. 1915, viz.:
88.
For digging and constructing the entire work, either ae one job, or In
one or more linear sections of one hundred feet each, each of said sections
to be known and numbered by the stake, or monument set by the engineer
at the foot of each such section, as shown in the engineer's report, commenc
ing at the one including the outlet, and thence in succession up the stream
to the one including the source, and that separate bids wiM be entertained
as follows:
First: For the entire job. Second: For^fefurnishing of all labor neces
sary to lay the tile to the required grade, aSVincluding the open work and
all material and labor for the bulk head, aff. Third!: For aU tile delivered
on the ground, to the lowest responsible bidder or bidders, and that bids
are invited for said work said work to be completed within the time re
quired and in the manner specified in the said engineer's report
And no bid will be entertained which exceeds more than thirty (80) per
cent over and above the estimated cost of the construction And the suc
cessful bidder or bidders, will be required to give a satisfactory surety bond,
to be approved by the County Auditor ami the County Attorney of said county,
said bond' to be for the faithful performance and fulfillment, of bis contract
and to pay all damages that may accrue by reason of his failure to complete
the job within the time required in the contract
The order, estimate and profiles are on file and may be seen at the office
of the county auditor of said county.
The appproximate amount of work to be done in the construction of said
ditch is as follow®:
Station 121 to Station 115—458 cu. yards 1.88 6.40
Main Ditch—Tile.
Station 115 to Station 78—18 inch tile 3.10 13.29
Station 78 to Station 54—16 inch tile 5.55 10.37
Station 54 to Station 43—12 inch tile 5.01 5.71
Station 43 to Station 14—10 inch tile 6.44 11.34
Station 14 to Station 0—8 inch tile .3.21 13.99
IDA A. SANDERSON,
Clerk of Probate Court.
GEORGE MULLER,
Attorney for Petitioner,
Willmar, Minn.
(First publication Dec. 8-4t.)
Citation for Hearing on Petition for
Probate of Will.
Estate of Andrew K. Botten, also
known as Andrew Knutson.
State of Minnesota, County of Kandi
yohi, In Probate Court
In the Matter of the Estate of Andrew
K. Botten, also known as Andrew
Knutson, Decedent.
The State of Minnesota to all per
sons interested in the allowance and
probate of the will of said decedent:
The petition of Knut A. Botten being
duly filed in this court, representing
that Andrew K. Botten also known as
Andrew Knutson, then a resident of
the County of Kandiyohi, State of
Minnesota, died on the 25th day of
August, 1892, leaving a last will and
testament which is presented to this
court with said petition, and praying
that said instrument be allowed as
the last will and testament of said de
cedent, and that letters of Adminis
tration with the will annexed be is
sued thereon to Ole T. Hagen, NOW
THEREFORE, you, and each of you,
are hereby cited and required to show
cause, if any you have, before this
court, at the Probate Court Rooms in
thejjCourt House, in City of Willmar,
Gotiky of Kandiyohi, State of Min
nesota, on the 3rd day of January,
1916, at 2 o'clock p. m., why the prayer
of said petition should not be granted.
Witness the Honorable T. O. Gil
bert, Judge of said court, and the seal
of said court, this 3rd day of Decem
ber, 1915.
(COURT SEAL)
IDA A. SANDERSON,
Clerk of Probate Court.
CHARLES JOHNSON,
Attorney for Petitioner,
Willmar, Minn.
(First publication Dec. 29-4t)
Order Limiting Time to File Claim,
and for Hearing Thereon.
Estate of Olof O. Ellingson.
State of Minnesota, County of Kandi
yohi, In Probate Court
In the Matter of the Estate of Olof O.
Ellingson, Decedent
Letters of Administration this day
having been granted to P. A. Gandrud,
It Is Ordered, that the time within
which all creditors of the above named
decedent may present claims against
his estate in this court, be, and the
same hereby is, limited to six months
from and after the date hereof and
that Monday, the 3rd day of July, 1916,
at 2 o'clock p. m., in the Probate
Court Rooms, at the Court House at
Willmar in said County, be, and the
same hereby is, fixed and appointed
as the time and' place for hearing up
on and the examination, adjustment
and allowance of such claims as shall
be presented within the time afore
said.
Let notice hereof be given by the
publication of this order in the Will
mar Tribune as provided by law.
Dated December 23, 1915
(SEAL) IDA A. SANDERSON,
Clerk of Probate Court
Main Ditch, Open Work.
Minimum Maximum Average
depth—feet depth—feet depth—feet
Branch No. 1—Tile.
Station 0 to Station 26—8 inch tile 3.00 8.10
Station 26 to Station 47 plus 65—10 inch tile.5.35 11.50
Branch No. 2—Tile.
Station 0 to Station 10—6 inch tile 4.04 6.02
Station 10 to Station 33 plus 33—8 in. tile.. .5.98 12.24
Tile to be furnished to conform to specifications of engineer.
Estimated cost of open work $ 91.60
Estimated' cost of laying tile 4,102.84
Estimated cost of furnishing tile 3,477.91
Total estimated cost of system 87,672.35
All bids must be sealed and marked "Bids for County Ditch No. 34," and
accompanied by a certified check payable to the County Auditor for not less
than ten per cent of each bid. The right to reject any or all bids is hereby
reserved.
Mortgage Land.
Estate of Benny Olson, Edith Olson
and Annie Olson, minors.
State of Minnesota, County of Kandi
yohi, In Probate Court:
In the Matter of the Estate of Benny
Dated at Willmar, Minnesota, December 14th, 1915.
SAMUEL NELSON,
County Auditor of Kandiyohi County, Minn.
(First publication Dec. 8-4t.) I (First publication Dec. 8-4t).
Citation for Hearing on Petition to Citation for Hearing on Petition for
Administration.
2.30
7.18
8.81
6.36
7.70
5.83
5.95
8.30
4.90
8.00
Estate of Glaus Johnson.
State of Minnesota, County of Kandi
yohi, In Probate Court
In the Matter of the Estate of Clans
Olson, Edith Olson and Annie Ol
son, minors.
The State of Minnesota to all per
sons interested in the mortgaging of .cedent: r*MiSen hav
certain lands belonging to said min- The petition of ^has. a
ors. The petition of Olof C. Olson as ing been
representative of the above named ing that Joh^n^tte a «s
minors, being duly filed in this court, dent.of the Countyot
representing that it is nectary and of Minnesota, died ™*to*onar
for the best interest of said estate about the 14thi day O
and of all interested therein that cer- and praying that letters
ain lands of said minors described tration of his estate
therein be mortgaged and praying, John Wicklund and the
that a license be to him granted to fixed the time and place for hearing
mortgage the same.
Now, Therefore, You and each of
you, are hereby cited and required to
show cause, if any you have, before
cou^^aj^ the Probate Court
WfllmaiC County of Sanmyo^if11^*?!
of Minnesota, on the 3rd day of Jan
uary, 1916, at 2 o'clock p. m., why the
prayer of said petition should not be
granted.
Johnson, Decedent
The State of Min»**©ta to all per
sons interested in the granting of ad
ministration ot the estate of said d«K
said petition.
THEREFORE, YHJ?
OF YOU, are here|f.
quired to show causa^fe
before thi* Court atW»
Rooms in the^oluvn
vi-n-tttmor, in tne
yohi, State of Minnesota,
day of January, 19lf,
m., why said petition she
granted.
Witness, the Judsjs^ef selfV
and the Seal of salt Oeart. this
day of December, lfU. &.*•
(COURT SEAL) %.v^*^.
•$3
Tf*
"clerk JSS3&S&L
R. W. STANFORD^, 3
Attorney for T%HMSSI sir .^vC
Willmar,
&
(First publication Bee. If4t)
Order Limiting Time to PHe Ctasjns
Within Three MsuUsa, mmdtmr
Hearing Thereoril^51-^
Estate of Evert J. Roekf» also known
as E. J. Roelofs and Evert Jan Roe
lofs, Decedent
State of Minnesota, County of Kandi
yohi, In Probate Court
In the Matter of the Estate of Evert
J. Roelofs, also known as E. J. Roe
lofs and Evert Jan Roelofs, Deced
ent.
Letters Testamentary this day hav
ing been granted to Henry J. Roelofs
and it appearing by the affidavit of
said representative that there are no
debts of said decedent
It Is Ordered, That the time within
which all creditors of the above nam*
ed decedent may present claims
against his estate in this Court be,
and the same hereby is, limited to
three months from and after the date
hereof and that Monday, the 20th day
of March, 1916, at 2 o'clock p. m., in
the Probate Court Rooms at the Court
House at Willmar in said County, be,
and the same hereby is, fixed and ap
pointed as the time and place for
hearing upon and the examination, ad
justment and allowance*of such claims
as shall be presented within the time
aforesaid.
Let notice hereof be given by the
publication of this order in the Wilt
mar Tribune as provided by law.
Dated Dec. 13, 1915.
(SEAL) IDA A. SANDERSON,
Clerk of Probate.
CHARLES JOHNSON,
Attorney, Willmar, Minn.
(First publication, Dec 8-4t)
Order Limiting Time to Pile Claims,
and for Hearing Thereon. ~, •4|
Estate of Harry B. Stromert
State of Minnesota, County of Kandi-, .'' ••"•.]
yohi, In Probate Court £!^v$1
In the Matter of the Estate of Harry'1!
B. Stromert Decedent T"S
lletters of Administration this day- "V
having been granted to Ida C. Strom- •:':-$
ert X^&~%
It Is Ordered, that the time within
which all creditors of the above nanv C-li
ed decedent may present claims '$\$m
against his estate in this court,
and the same hereby is, limited to sir
months from and after the date'here-*''^yt
of and that Monday, the 12th day of
June, 1916, at 2 o'clock p. nt, In the .„..,
Probate Court Rooms, at the Court.j^^1^^
House at Willmar in said County, be,
and the samnshreby is, fixed and ap
pointed as the time and place toe
hearing upon and the examination,
adjustment and allowance of such
claims as shall be presented withtav:
the time aforesaid. VM'.
Let notice hereof be given by the
publication of this order In The Wilt
mar Tribune as provided by law. V.
Dated Dec. 6, 1915.
(SEAL) IDA A. SANDERSON,
Clerk of Probate Courts
GEO. H. OTTERNESS,
Attorney, Willmar, Mina,--?^ .-
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