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AMONG THE FARMERS "SPIUU> THE FLOW.·· CîTîS2^t,,00»0î.prec0c*1 ««rtomiu»! topic ,κ^ΐί*·· 411 oommnatoaUon· la BÏÏSoil' Art-iSSfSSL'*^3?*" * S^Pilrî·. tor Ο**»"' Dee "Mow I Shall Handle My Crop." trim prize essay for boys' poUtoclubs.) rhie year of 1914 I raised my fini irop, one-eighth acre of potatoes undei tbe supervision of William H. Burn» Γη »hl°C* κ*^1"· r4ib,°e th· ^rgeet era, a this club at tbe leant expo ose, alec one of the beet crops that has been rals βΙμ,,Τ. Τ ,or * number of J**" for «τ„ i? L*m^'Vn* to makB " ef fort To Make the Beat Better " In November I plowed one-half an acre of ground for my next year's crop, I plowing it seven inches deep, and turn I iog the sod completely over. Tbe end* of this ρ ot are gravelly loam, but io the middle it is a little heavier, a light clay a®· The subsoil is a light clay. This piece of ground is well drained and has for quite » number of J earn, and a fair crop was cut from it this year. It bad a fairly good sod. As soon as it is dry in the spring, I will pick tbe rocks from this plot, and I «m planning to spread a little stable dressing on if, for, as we all know, tbe war in tbe east bas diminished our sup ply of potaab, causiog a rise in tbe price of commercial fertilizers. This stable «irese.ng will supply humus, as well as fertilizer, to the soil. Tben I will bar row it with a disk barrow diagonally, lengthwise and crosswise, nntil it is thoroughly pulverized, and tbe manure well mixed with ibe soil, finishing it wi'h a spring-tooth harrow. 1 will fol low out the advice which our farm dem onstrator, Mr. Day, gave us at the Boys' t ub meeting, "Harrow and harrow uo til « is harrowed enough, and then bar r-.w some more." Then I will drag it with a plank drag, to break up all the lumps, pack tbe ground so that the moisture will not escape, and smooth toe ioil off. Next year I plan to use for seed, Low en breen Mountain potatoes. I will treat them with formalin, using oue pint of formalin to 30 gallons of water ro prevent scab, black-leg, and other diseases. Immediately afterwards I will green them by placing tbem on a board platform, one layer thick, in the sun, letting tbem remain there for at least ten days and not allowing them to chill. Then I will cut them in quite large, blocky pieces, two or three days dryer aDt,D*'U8'DK ,a°d ί>Ιω1βΓ M» Next comes planting. We have an Aspinwall "picker" planter; but, al though we consider it one of tbe beat of its kind, I will only sow my fertilizer with it and plant my potatoes by hand, as I wish to be sure that every seed is there, one foot apart, and in rows 32 inches wide, covering them with the horse-hoe. I am undecided as yet how much fertilizer I will use; but whatever amount it is, I shall put half of it in the row at the time of planting, using as high grade fertilizer as I can procure. As soon as possible after planting I will begin to cultivate, to keep down all tbe weeds, that they may not choke out the potato plants. To conserve the moisture in the soil and to provide a good bed of light soil around the plants I shall cultivate them at least twice.' and tfthall ruu tbem up ooce with a horae-boe, going over them ooce with a weeder before they begin to break ground. Just as they do begin to break ground, I shall put on the rest of my fertilizer with the potato planter and cover both the fertilizer and the plants with tbe horse hoe. Prom then on I will cultivate them at least once a week, and alter an interval of a few «lays, I will hoe hem up, following this up until the potatoes are so large that it will be impossible to go through them After 1 Loe them for tbe last time lam gc*ing to set my cultivator as narrow as I can get it, and rua through the plants very lightly to leave a dust mulch in the center of the row, as well as on the »ldes. W hen potatoes are boed for the last time, the horse-hoe generally take» all the loose dirt and leaves a hard place between the rows and you will notice that the ground will crack open, leaving boles that serve as chimneys to allow tbe moisture to escape. I think that by running the cultivator through lightly as I have -tated, it w.il prevent this cracking open of the ground and cjh serve tbe moisture. Wnen lut· μιαιιιβ arc ni a ui ui*ut iuches hii{h, I «hall begin to spray with Bordeaux mixture to prévaut early and late blight, and if there are any buj»s, I shall add are»·nate of lead or Paris green, and repeat every week or ten days, de pending enuicwli.it ou the weather dur iog the growing eeanon. I will go through the potatoes with a band hoe, if neceoaary, aud cut out all the weeds as fast as they appear, not allowing any weeds to grow <>n this plot. I dug my potatoes this year when they were a little too green, and the skio started on them some, but next year 1 am going to leave them in the ground until they are thoroughly ripe. Also 1 will keep a notebook, noting the condi tion of the crop during the growing sea son; will keep a strict account of all the material used and the time spent ou my potatoes, and will carefully till out all the blanks which are sent me. I think Boys' Clubs are a great organ ization, a· they encourage "us fellows to love to work on the farm." 1 did not realize until this year that there was su much hard work and so much pleasure in raising a crop that was all your own. And 1 would say, "Do not be discourag ed under any circumittances if thinge dt not go on smoothly," but hope that the neason of 11)15 will be so favorable thai it will induce other boys to join our clul and help "To make the best better."— Albert R. Lincoln. Boost for Potatoes. The early fear that the rigorous in spection of potatoes in Maine woulc work to the disadvantage of growers hai fully disappeared. All concerned agrei it was almost a blessing in disguise, jusi the same as Mr. Hale of Couneoticnt de clared of the San Jose scale. The latte pest forced fruit growers to spray an< take better care of their fruit. The in spection of Maine potatoes did the eami thing with the result that growers them selves are protected from disease getting a foothold in their delds and the mar ι ket is strengthened by customers beini abundantly satisfied with the product To be sure, there have been inconven iences in the matter of inspection, bu good things should cost something. In cidentally, it is worth noting that ver; little powdery scab, the disease feared has been found. The state and fadera authorities deserve heartiest commenda tlon for the promptneas with whiol they acted Entire sectioni where sucl remedial work was not done against th spread of the disease hare been m«<l barren. Now through prompt and etfi oient work, Maine and New Knglan will be spared this potato sco'irge an ' the product wid command increasin , confidence of the buying public.—Nei England Homestead. [ Tbe cow is a most important aid t tha United States. The law should sc ' to it that tbe dairyman is as well pri tec te ι in bis business as the maker < oleomargarine. * Tbe demand for wool is insistent, sn - yet the decline in the number of s bee continues. If we wsnt fabrics to be "a wool," somebody must supply tt sheep. They are not produced In d< partaient stores. We all like onr neighbor, Unc'eZek but a blind man can see he is making mistake In investing alt Ids surpli f money in more land when the land 1 already possesses is sadly In need < better fences and other equipment. Cold Storage for Apple· Knowing something of the condition· at the State Fruit Farm, Monmouth, the lyge crop of apples there and total lack of storage facilities, the conviction is forced that a cold storage plant is an ab solute necessity. Whether that shall be provided out of the income from the rarm or by an appropriation from the state is something to be determined. In the case of private ownership, tnere would be no question, and if tb ■ rarm is to make good in the final analy sis it must be made self-supporting. At the same time, it will be well to remem ber that experimental work is always ex pensive and often not remunerative, simply because conducted largely to de termine theories. Here is a farm pro duct or in normal years, nearly three thousand barrels. Under present condi tions these must be shipped at ouce to some distant cold storage plant or sold to the highest bidder. Iu either case the loss to the farm is an item of im portance. Given an adequate cold stor age plant, on the farm, and the superin tendent would be in shape to take ad vantage of the market and materially swell the yearly profits. It is lolly to talk about testing ont different methods of cold storage, be cause the experience of growers in other states will supply all the data necessary, and the state Is hardly in condition to equip three or more distinct plants. All along the New York Central rail road, in the great Genesee valley, one finds cold storage plants run by the lat ent and most approved methods, usually cooled by artificial ice made on the prem ises, or what is known as ammonia cooled plants, but these are too expen sive to be an object lesson in a state where cold storage has hardly bad a be ginning and where nature stands ready to aid so greatly. These plants, capable of storing twenty-five or more thousand barrels, cost from fifty to seventy thou sand dollars. The plant· cooled and kept cool by the use of natural ice are much cheaper but hardly as satisfactory, requiring more attention. In this northern latitude, some of the most prosperous orchardist· rely on temperature-cooled buildings and hold their Mcintosh Red and other early win ter apples until April or May without any difficulty. Cooling the buildings the first of Octo ber by opening doors and windows after » P. M., and closing by 4 A. M., they soon reach a temperature of 40, and then hold there by closing tightly and using the window· for ventilation. Here is a plan suited to hundred· of farms in Maine, well adapted to our climate, not expensive to construct or maintain, and well worth a trial at Highmoor. Best of all, it would serve as an object lesson for hundreds, because located in the midet of one of the best orchard section· of the state. What the grower· of apples want to day, above all elae, Is opportunity to store direct from the orchard and hold for the better demand sure to be met be fore Christmas. It is folly now to talk about big storage plants, for we are not educated yet to an appreciation of small er ones, and to rely on outside interests providing these storage houses is neither iu the interest of good business or econ omy. Mr. Hardy of Hollis, Ν. H., built in 1913 a cold storage plant capable of tak ing care of 3500 barrels at a coet below $2000, and finds no difficulty in keeping an even temperature around 40 degrees, and this, too, without resort to ice, eith er natural or manufactured. To my mind, the building of a cold storage bouse at Highmoor is of great est importance as an object lesson, and if erected upon some economical basis will, I believe, be duplicated on hun dreds of farms within five years, thereby doing an incalculable service to the in dustry. A cold storage plant ia demanded there as a matter of ec>moiny, and surely as a stimulus to individual growers. Beyond there is the possible good along experimental line·, but all this is prob lematical, the real benefit being appar ent to anyone familiar with the situa tion. Let's bave an apple storehouse built upon approved plans, for moat effective service, and on a basis to be duplicated by any enterpriaing orchardist who is forced to atudy cost as well as saving. Dr. G. M. Twiichell in Maine Farmer. (Jetting into the Dairy Business. Every now and then we get letters from men who waut to get into the dairy busiueaH. Naturally auch letter· come from men who bave bad little or oo ex perience in tbe work. Tbeir desire is of course legitimate. Tbeir lack of knowl edge, however, often leads tbem to re quest tbe Impossible. Tbey usually bave a little money or maybe a farm, and tbey write for full instructions as to bow to succeed. Tbe general tenor of sucb inquiries indicated that there is still abroad tbe idea that "anybody can farm.'' There is a class of agricultural litera tuie that ia written for just auch men. It is an especial appeal to tbe back-to the-lander and excites his imagination as to what be could do if be bad a farm. These articles make tbe seasoned farmer laugh to say tbe least. The novice, in bis ignorance and desire to get bis 10 acres and-in«lependence or bia 40 acres and-a-fortune, looks around for a cue thinking, no doubt, that if be can just start in the right direction everything will go along swimmingly and the inde pendence and fortune will be his. There is just one safe course open to sucb men. They should hire out to some good dairy farmer fur a few months or a year or until tbey learn what they don't know about the busi ness and begin to acquire some facts tb-^t will help them to start right when tbey once begin for themselves. As a rule, these men would laugh to scorn anyone who would have the nerve t » write to tbem for complete instruc tions for going Into their particular line of business in the city. They would be apt to say to sucb a one, "You fool, get . on some overalls and begin sweepiog doors as I did and after a few years you ι will learn tbe business if you have the ι right kind of stuff in you." Yec they do a more foolish thing using the same means. The man who ia going to make ■ a success, that is. be independent or I make a fortune out of tbe dairy busi ness, baa more to learn and requires a ι broader knowledge of things generally than ia required of niae tenths of the ; city men m their shop, store or office . work.—Hoard's Daityman. Silage a Roughage. experiment shows that corn silage is a t roughage and not a grain feed. Many feeders have been led to believe, from ' the fart tbat the grain from the corn , plant ia put into tbe silo, tbat the silage I produced therefrom is a grain feed. In fattening cattle, tbe roughage in tbe ra > tion produces Its moat marked influence > during tbe early part of the fattening 9 period. As the cat) le become fatter, > the quantity of roughage eaten de creases and tbe grain consumption in· 1 crease·. i ; Here's a bit of advice thai won't cort r you a cent: Don't grow more treea tbon can be well taken oare of. If the fruit ia to be sold, two or three good va ο rietiea, well cared for, are more salable e than a few trees of many varieties. f When just ordinary oowa without ped igrees to back tbem up, bring 970 and |80 at publie sale·, selling the young d heifer calf to the butcher for a few dol Ρ lara la like killing tbe gooee tbat laid the Ν golden egg. h Don't buy oows on anybody elae's aay so. Try tbem yourself; ait down and milk tbem. Feel tbem all over and be ^ «ore tbey are really what yon want. " The value of tbe annual production ol ® vegetable· of the United State· is ii >f excess of 1400,000,000, says the secretary of igricullurs. November Joe The Detective of the Woods By KSKETH PRICHARO Copyright, 1913. By Hesketfi Prichard CHAPTER III. "Thou «halt break them with ■ rod of iron." t NO sooner were we away than I put my eager question, "What do you think of it?" Joe shrugged his shoulders. "Do you kuow any of these men?" "All of them." "How about the fellow who is on bad terms with"— November seized my arm.· A man was approaching through the dusk. As he passed my companion bailed him. "Hello, Baxter! Didn't know you'd come back. Where you been?" "Right up on the headwaters." "Fltz come down with you?" "No; stayed on the line of trape. Did you want him, November?" "Yes, but it can wait See any moose?" "Nary one; nothing but red deer." r "Good night." "So long." "That settles it," said November. "If he speaks the truth, as I believe he does, it wasn't either of the Gurds shot Lyon." "Why not?" "Didn't you hear him say they hadn't seen any moose? And I told you that the man that shot Lyon had killed a moose qnite recent. That leaves Just Miller and HIghamson—and it weren't Miller." "You're sure of that?" . "Stark certain. One reason Is thai Miller's above six foot and the man as camped with Lyon wasn't as tall by six inches. Another reason. You beard the storekeeper say how Miller ind Lyon wasn't on speaking terms, l'et the man who shot Lyon camped with him—slep' beside hira—must 'a* talked to him. That weren't Miller." His clear reasoning rang true. "Highamson lives alone away up above Lyon's," continued November. "He'll make back home soon." "Unless he's guilty and has fled the country." I suggested. "He won't 'a' done that It 'ud be Is good as a confession. No, he thinks he's done his work to rights and has dothing to fear. Like as not he's back lome now." The night had become both wild and blustering before we set out for nig hamson's but and all along the forest paths which led to it the sleet and ■now of what November called "a real mean night" beat In our faces. It was black dark or nearly so when at last a building loomed up In front of us, a faint light showing under the dnnr "You there, Highamson?" called out November. As there was no answer, my com panion pushed It open, and we enter ed the small wooden room, where on a single table a lamp burned dimly. He turned It up and looked around. ▲ pack lay on the floor unopened, and a gun leaned up in u corner. "Just got In," commented Novem ber. "Hasn't loosed up his pack yet." He turned it over. A hatchet was thrust through the wide thongs which bound it. November drew it out. "Put your thumb along that edge," be said. "Blunt? Yee? Yet he drove that old hatchet as deep in the wood as Lyon drove his sharp one. He's η strong man." As he spoke he was busying him self with the pack, examining its con tents with deft fingers. It held little save a few clothes, a little tea ami salt and other fragments of provi sions and a Bible. The finding of the last was, I could see, no surprise to November, though the reason why he should have suspected its presence re mained bidden from me. Bat I had begun to realize that much was plain to him which to the ordinary mun was invisible. Having satisfied himself as to every article in the puck, he rapidly re L ^ Ν And tha Next Instant H· and Novam· bar Wara Struggling Together. placed them and tied it up as he ha< found It, when I, glancing out of thi small window, saw a light moving lov among the trees, to which I called No vember Joe's attention. "It's likely Higbamson," he said "coming home with a lantern. Ge you Into that dark corner." I did so, while November stood ii the shadow at the back of the closet door. From my position I could se (be laattni slowly aoDroachlng until I flung a gleam of light through the window Into the hut The next mo- j ment the door was thrust open, and | the heavy breathing of a man became audible. It happened that at first Highamson saw neither of us, so that the first In timation that he had of our presence was November's "Hello!" Down crashed the lantern, and Its bearer started back with a quick, hoarse gasp. "Who's there?" he cried. "Who"— "Them as Is sent by Hal Lyon." Never have I seen words produce so tremendous an effect Highamson gave a bellow of fury, and the next instant be and November were struggling together. I sprang to my companion's aid, and even then it was no easy task for the two of us to master the powerful old man. As we held him down I caught my first eight of his ash gray, face. His mouth grinned open, and there was a terrible intention in his ^taring eyes. But all changed as he recog nized his visitor. "November! November Joe!" cried he. "Get up!" And as Highamson rose to his feet, "Whatever for did you do it?" asked November in his quiet voice. 1 But now its quietness carried a men ace. "Do what? I didn't—I"— Higham son paused, and there was something unquestionably fine about the old man as he added: "No, I won't lie. it's true I shot Hal Lyon. And what's more if it was to do again I'd do it again. It's the best deed I ever done. Yes, I say that, though I know it's written in the book, 'Who so sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed.' " "Why did you do it?" repeated No vember. Highamson gave him a look. "I'll tell you. I did It for my little Janey's sake. He was her husband. , See here! I'll tell you why I shot Hal ! Lyon. Along of the first week of last Bionth I went away back into the woods trapping muskrats. I was gone tnore'n the month, and the day I come back I went over to see Janey. Hal ( Lyon weren't there. If he had been I shouldn't never 'a' needed to travel so far to get even with him. But that's neither here nor there. He'd gone to his bear traps above Big Tree. But the night before he left he'd got In one of his" quarrels with my Janey." Hit her, he did. There was one tooth gone where hie—fist fell." Never have I seen such fury as burn ed in the old man's eyes as he groaned out the last words. "Janey, that had the prettiest face for fifty miles around. She tried to hide it from me—she didn't want me to know. But there was her poor face j all swole and black and blue and the gap among her white teeth. Bit by bit it all came out. It weren't the first time Lyon'd took hie hands to her, no, . nor the third nor the fourth. There on j the spot as I looked at her I made up my mind I'd go after him, and I'd make him promise me, aye, swear to me on the Holy Book, never to lay hand on her again. If he wouldn't swear I'd put him where his bunds couldn't reach her. I found him camp ed away up alongside a backwater near his traps, and I told him I'd seen Janey and that he must ewear. He wouldn't He said he'd learn her to tell on him. He'd smash her in the mouth ugaln. Then he lay down and slep'. I wonder now he weren't afraid of me, but I suppose that was along of me being a quiet God fearing chap. Hour by hour I lay awake, and then I couldn't stand it no more, and I got up and pulled a bit of candle I had from my pack, fixed up a candlestick and looked In my Bible for guldunce. And the words 1 lit on were 'Thou ehalt break them with a rod of iron.' That was the gun clear enough. Then I blew out the light, and 1 think 1 el«»n\ for I dreamed. "Next morning Lyon was up early. He had two or three green skins that he'd took off the day before, aud he said he was going straight home to emash Janey. 1 lay there, and I said nothing, black nor white. Ills Jutfg ment was set. I knew he couldn't make all the distance in one day, and I was pretty sure he'd camp at Big Tree. I arrived there Just aftfcr him. as I could travel faster by canoe than him walking, and so kep' near him all day. It was nigh sunset, and I bent down under the bank so he couldn't see me. He went into the old shack I called out his name. I heard hiin cursing at my voice, und when he showed his face I shot him dead. I never landed; I never left no tracks. 1 thought I was safe, sure. You've took me; yet only for Janey's sake 1 wouldn't care. I did right, but she won't like them to say her father's a murderer. That's all." November sat on the edge of the table. His handsome face was grave. Nothing more was said for a good while. Then Ilighamson stood up. "I'm ready, November, but you'll let me see Janey again before you give me over to the police." November looked hiin in the eye*. "Expect you'll see a good deal of Janey yet. She'll be lonesome over there now that her brute husband's gone. She'll want you to live with her," he said. "D'ye mean"— November nodded. "If the police can catch you for themselves, let 'em. and you'd lessen the chance of that a wonderful deal if you was to burn them moose shank moccasions you're wearing. When did you kill your moose?" "Tuesday's a week. And my moc casins was wore out, so I fixed 'em up woods fashion." "I know. The hair ou 'em is slip ping. I found some of it in your tracks in the camp, nway above Big Tree. That's how I knew you'd killed a moose. I found your candlestick too. Here it is." He took from -his pocket the little piece of spruce stick, which had puzzled me so much, and turned toward me. "This end's sharp to stick into the earth; that end's slit, and you fix the candle In with a bit o' birch bark. î{ow it can go Into the stove aloug. o' the moccasins." He opened the stove door and thrust lu thé articles. 'Only three know your secret, Ilig hamson, and if I was you 1 wouldn't make it four, not even by adding a woman to it." Highamson held out his hand. "You always was a white mun, Nov," said he. Hours inter, as we sut drinking a final cup of tea at the campllre. I wild: "After you examined Lyou's upper camp you told me seven thlugs about the furderer. You've explained how jou knew them, all but three." "What are the three?" "First, how did you know that Ilig hamson had been a long time in the woods without visiting a settlement?" I "His moccasins was wore out und patched with raw moose hide. The tracks of them was plain," replied No vember. I nodded. "And how could you-tell that he was religious and spent the night In great trouble of mind?" November paused in filling his plp<*. "He couldn't sleep," said he, "and so be got up and cut that candlestick. What'd he want to light a candle for but to read by? And why should he want to read In the middle of the night if he was not In trouble? And If he was In trouble, what book would he want to read? Besides, not one trapper In a hundred carries any book but the Bible." "I see. But how did you know It was in the middle of the night?" "Did you notice where he cut hie candlestick?" "No," said I. "I did, and he made two false cuts where his knife slipped In the dark. JTou're wonderful at questions." "And you at answers." November stirred the embers under the kettle, and the firelight lit up his fine face as he turned with a yawn. "My," said ue, "but I'm glad Hlg hamson had his reasons. I'd 'a' bated to think of that old man shut in where he couldn't see the sun rise. Wouldn't you?" CHAPTER IV. The Sevan Lumberjack*. THE more I saw of Joe In the days which followed, the more I appreciated the man and the more 1 became convinced of his remarkable gifts. It was not long aft er our return from St Amlel before Joe succecded in getting me a fair shot at the large red deer buck of Widde ney pond, and it so happened tliat~the killing of this buck brought us news of old Highamsou, for we took the head down to hliu to set up. Joe and I walked over und found him living with his daughter, Janey Ly#n, for (he iKilice had never been success ful in discovering the identity of the avenger of Big Tree portage. The two seemed very happy together, but I must acknowledge that I feared from what I saw that the beautiful Janey would not continue to bear the name of Lyon much longer. I said as much to November Joe as we were walking back. "That's nature," said he. "Old Man Illghauison told me that neither Bax ter t.urd nor Miller don't give her no peace. Well, 1 guess a woman's better married anyway." It was drawing on toward evening and had begun to rain when we turned from the woods into the mile long trail that led to November's shack. II h quick glance fell at once upon the ground and, following his eye, I saw the impression of fresh tracks. "What do they tell you?" I asked, for it was always a matter of interest to me to put November's skill to the little dally tests that came In my way. "Try yourself," said he. "A man In moccasins—probably an Indian—has passed along. Isn't that right?" I asked. November Joe smiled grimly. "Not Just quite. The man isn't an Indian: he's a white man. and he car ries big news and has not come very far." "You're sure?" I said, stooping to ex amine the trail more closely, but with out result. "Certain! The Indian moccasin has no raised heel. These have. He's not come far. He's traveling fast—see. he springs from the ball of the foot, and when a man finishes a Journey on the run you may be eure he thinks he's got a good reason for getting to the end of it Tills trail leads nowhere but to my shack and we'll sure find λιιμ mnn fVwtPû " Ten minutes Inter, when we came in eight of Noveml>er's home, we were aware of a big man sitting on a log smoking his pipe beside the door. He was middle aged, with a hard face, and there was more gray in his russet beard than his age warranted. As soon as we appeared lie leaped up and came across the open to meet us. "Blackmask is nt it again!" he cried. I saw a gleam of anticipation, if not of pleasure, cross November's face. Fie turned to me. "This is Mr. Close, manager of the River Star Pulp company's Camp C." hè said. "I'd like to make you known to Mr. Qunritch. Mr. Close." This courtesy concluded, he added in his deliberate tones, "Whnt'e Blackmask done now?" "He's at his old tricks! But this year we'll lay him by the heels, or my name's not Joshua Close." The speak er looked up. and, seeing my puzzled expression, addressed himself to me. "Last year there were five separate robberies committed on the road be tween Camp C and the settlement." he explained. "Each time It was Just a single lumberjack who got held up. and each time a man In a black mask was the robber. November here was away." "Up In Wyoming with a Phllndel phla lawyer after elk," supplemented the tall young woodsman. "The police failed to make any ar rest, though once they were on the ground within four hours of the hold up," went on Close. "But all that is ancient history. It is what happened to Dan Michaels last night that brought me here at seven miles an hour. Dan has been working for prêt ty nigh a three months' stretch, and the day before yesterday lie came into the oflice and told me his mother wa; dead and he must have leave for the funeral. He had a good big roll of bills due, and I Vould see he meant to blow them, so I paid him and told him I'd try to keep a job warm for him till he came back from the funeral. I gave him ten days to get through with hie spree. Something I'd said annoyed him, and after telling the cook his opinion of me and saying he wouldn't sleep another nlglit In a camp where I was boss he legged out for the settle ment" "By himself?" "Tee, alone. Next morning, bright and early, he was back again, and this was the yarn he slung me. He'd made about eight miles when It came or. darkish, and he decided to camp Just beyond where we did the most of our timber cut last year. He slept at once and remembers nothing more until he was started awake by a voice shouting at him. He sat up blinking, but the talk be heard soon fetched his eyes open. " 'Hands up and no fooling!' "Of course he put up his hands. He'd no choice, for he couldn't see any one. Then another man who was in the bushes behind his back ordered him to haul out his bundle of notée J and chuck them to the far side of the Are or take the consequences. Dan ι aaw a revolver barrel gleam In the ! bush. He cursed a bit, but the thlevei ! had the drop on him, so he just had te out with his wad of notes and heave ' them over as he was told. A birch los . in the Are flared up at the minute, and ■ ils tue notes toucnea me prouna 11e saw η ohnp in η black mask step ont ηtul pick then) up and then jump back Into the dnrk. Then the voice that ■poke first gave him the hint not to move for two hours or he'd be shot like a dog. He sat out the two hours by his watch without hearing a sound and then came back to C. "When the boys got all the facts the whole camp was nigh as mad as he was. They put up $C0 reward for any one giving information that will lead to cutchlng the robbers, and ( added another' hundred for the com pany. So now, Joe, If you can clap your hand on the brutes you'll be do ing yourself a good turn and others too." Close ended his narration, and looked at November, who bad listened throughout In his habitual silence. "Do the boys up at C know you've come to me?" he said. "No, I thought It wiser they shouldn't" November remained silent for a mo ment. "You'd best get away back, Mr. Close," he said at .length. "Ill go down to Perkins' clearing, and have a look at the spot where the robbery took place, und then I'll find some excuse to take me to Camp C, when I can make my report to you." To this Close agreed, and the two of us set out through the woods to the site of Dan Michaels' bivouac. The ashes of a fire and a few boughs made Its scanty furnlshlugs, und In neither did November take much interest. *r It Dill ■ J Μ "Hand· up and no fooling!" Forth and back lie moved, apparently following lines of tracks which tho drenching rain of the previous day had almost obliterated, until, Indeed, after ten minutes, he gave it up. "Well, well," said he, in bis soft cadeneed voice, "he always did have the luck." "The robber. Look at last year! Got clear every time." "The robbers," I corrected. "There's but one," said he. "Michaels mentioned two voices, and the man In the mask stepped Into sight at the same moment as the Are glint ed on the revolver of the other man In the bushes." Without a word November led me to the farther side of tbe dead fire and parted the boughs of a spruce, which I had previously seen him ex amine. At η height of less than five feet from the ground one or two twigs were broken, and the Imrk hud been rubbed near the trunk. "He was a mighty Interesting mnn. him with the revolver." November threw back his handsome head and laughed. 'There was only one chap, and he fixed the revolver here In that fork. It was a good bluff he played on Pan. making him think there was two agin him! The rain's washed out most of the tracks, so we'll go up to Camp C and try our luck there. But first I'd better shoot a deer, and the boys Ί1 think I only come to carry them some meat, as I often do when I kill anywhere nigh the camp." As we made our way toward C, No vember found the tracks of a young buck which had crossed the tote road since the rain, and while I waited he slipped away like a shadow Into the wild raspberry growth, returning twen ty minutes later with the buck upon his shoulders. On reachinc Tamp Γ November sold his deer to the cook, and then we went to the office. The men were all away at work, but we found the manager, to whom November told his news. I noticed, however, he said nothing of bis idea that there had been but one robber. "That just spells total failure," re marked Close when he bad finished. November assented. "Guess we'll bave to wait till another chap is held up," said he. "You think they'll try their hand at it again?" "Sure. Who'd stop after euch suc cess?" "I'd be inclined to agree with you if It wasn't for the fact that the men won't leave singly now. They're scared to. A party of six started this after noon. They were hoping they'd have the luck to meet the scoundrels and bucking how they'd let daylight into them If they did. But of course they •won?t turn up-^-they'd be shy of such a big party." "Maybe,** said November. "With your permission, Mr. Close, me and Quaritch'll sleep here tonight" "All riglit. But I can't attend to you. I'm behind with my accounts, and I must even them up if it takee all night." "And there's one question I'd like to have an answer to. It's just this: How did the robber know that I)an Michaels was worth holding up? Or that he was going off on the spree? He must have been told by some oue. Blackmask has got a friend in Camp C all right That is, Unless"— "Aye, unless?" repeated tbe manager. But November would say no more. An Idea had come into his mind, bat Close could not druw it from him; yet I could see he had eutlre trust in the taciturn young woodsman. Next morning November seemed in no hurry to go, and shortly before the midday meal a part}' of half a dozen men rushed into the camp. They were I ail 8D0ullDg ni once, uuu u wu» tuiiw Bible for a time to discover what the turmoil was about. Loaning against the wall of the bunkbou.se, tbe silent November surveyed the clamoring knot of men with grim humor. MI tell you again, we've been held up, robbed, cleuaed out, the whole six of us!" yelled a short man with a sandy beard. "Thot is true'" cried a fair haired Swede. On this they all began shouting again, waving their arms and explain ing. November advanced. "Loolf, boys, that's an easy, comfortable log over there!" Tbe Swede answered him with a snarl, but, meeting November's eyes, thought better of It Joe was the last person ui>on whom any one would would choose to âx a quarrel. "I was suggesting, boys." continued November, "that there's the log handy, and if you'd each choose a soft spot and leave one to speak and the others listen till he's through with it we'd get nt the facts. Every minute wasted gives them as robbed you the chance to get off clear." "Noveml»er's right," said a huge lumberman called Thompson. "Ilere's what happened. We six got our time yesterday morning, and after dinner we started off together. It were com ing along dark when we camped in the old log hut of Tideson's bridge. Seein' what had happened to Dan. we agreed to keep a watch till dawn. First watch wns Harry's. In an hour and a half he were to wake me. He never did. The sun were up before I woke, and there was all the others sleeping round me. I was wonderful surprised, but I took the kettle and was p>ing down to fill her at the brook. It was then that I noticed my roll of bills was gone from my belt I came run ning back. Harry woke, and when I told him he clutches at his belt and finds his money gone too. Then Chris, Γ.11Ι Maver, Wedding Charlie and last of all I»ng I.ars they wakes up, and danged if the lot of them hadn't been robbed same as us." A unanimous groan verified the state ment. "We was tearing mad," went on the spokesman. "Then out we goes to search for the tracks of the thieves." A look of despair crossed Novem* Iter's face. I knew lie was thinking of the invaluable information the feet of the six victims must have blotted out forever. "You found them?" inquired Novem ber. "We did. They wns plain enough." replied the big lumberman. "One man done it. He come up from the brook. <lld his business and went back to the water. He wns a big. heavy chap with large feet, and he wore tanned cowhide boots patched on the right foot There were seventeen nails In the heel of the riu'ht boot and fifteen in the other. How's that for track ing?" [το BE CONTINUED.] Comets' Tails and the 8un. A theory to explain the tails of com ets Is advanced by the French pbysi cist M. Houllevigue In the Uevue Sci entifique. It is natural to suppose, b»· says, that the Incandescent nucleus oi a comet is throwing out electrons into tbe extremely rarefied atmosphere thai surrounds it The observations of George Ellery Ilale. the American us tronomer, prove that the sun behaves like u negatively electrified body. Therefore he γβ|ηΊβ electrons, which ure negatively electrified bodies. These particles so repelled would be driven to that side of the cornet which is farthest from the sun, and by contact with the molecules of the gaseous and rarefied atmosphere would produce Just the luminous appearance that we call a comet's tail. Every comet's tall always extends away from tbe sun. Arrhenlus. the Swedish astronomer, believed that the particles of the tall were repelled by the light of the sun. Actor· and Their Teeth. "There la only pne feature of nu ac tor which will 'give him away' wheu disguised lu u perfect makeup," re marks a youug actor, "and thai feat ure is the teeth. Let a mail do what he will to his face, let him cover il with all kinds uf paint, beard, whisk ers and what not, but the teeth wli. disclose his indubitable identity dl rectly he o[>eus his mouth to speak η line or to raise a laugh. "I myself, when sitting 1» the front of a house watching other people"* performances, have frequently been puzzling myself as to the Identity ot α cleverly made up player, but no βουή er has the said player disclosed his 'ivories' than 1 have at once recogtilz ed him, prorkled, of course, he has chanced to be a man whose face I know moderately well. Strangclj enough, hardly any one is aware of this curious truth, but It remains mi undeniable fact all the same."—l'ear son's Weekly. Lyddite. Lyddite, the powder that has ciioi mous explosive force and can be llre<l from a gun easily carried about, din's not, as has been widely stip|ioscd. take Its nnme from a man, but from an ancient town near the coast of Kent England, the town of Lydd. where there is α government artillery range where the tests were made tliut result ed In the preparation of this explosive Lyddite has extraordinary qualities aside from Its explosive force, since Its fumes are so suffocating as some times to be intolerable. Lydd shares the notoriety that attaches to the name of Dumdum, that other peaceful city in Bengal, where are manufactured the expaudlng bullets that attract so much unfavorable comment in wur. Penetrated Hie Disguise. The last minstrel stopped at a back door and said to the housewife who greeted him: "(Jive me something to eat. fuir dame, and I will tickle your ears with a merry tale of romance." "Hot why not tell me the tale first?" the dame suggested "No. I must have the food and drink before I talk." Thereupon the dame slammed the door with the tart retort: "You're not a inerry minstrel. You're an after dinner speaker." New York <2 lobe. Wellington's Reports Voluminous. In the campaigns ot the past our generals lind much more time to write dispatches than now. Wellington, fot Instance, was able to write a detailed account of the battle of Waterloo on tbe night following its occurrence. And to read the whole of his dispatches in his Tarions campaigns you would havt to wade through twenty bulky, closely [printed volumes.-London Chronicle It la bard to apptm..., mat tire baa widely different decrees or heat, for every burning blaze seems tu lia ve the extreme heat of Ore. .vet the flame of boralog alcohol la actually used for cooling purposes la one make of search light because the alcohol Home la not nearly so hot as the point of fire at the center of the searchlight A good searchlight needs to bflve Its lamp as small as possible, and the nearer it is to Just a point of light, though still having intense light, the farther can its beams be thrown. The only way to concentrate the light is to raise the degree of heat of the light source, such as an electric arc, but In tense heat is likely to result in melt ing the whole apparatus. The above searchlight succeeds in highly concentrating the light source, and then to prevent this concentrated light from melting everything near it alcohol vnpor Is fed round it. The al cohol vapor burns of course, but as It naturally burns at a temperature far lower than that of the electric arc it acts something like the water Jacket of an automobile engine and prevents the metal and glass of the searchlight from becoming excessively hot—Satur day Evening Poet Beautiful Kashmir. It has been said that India is the brightest Jewel in the British crown. But one cannot realize the brightness of the gem to the full uutil one has so Jourued for a space in that veritable dreamland situated in the wedge of mountains forming the north ceuter boundary of that peninsula. No other country iu the world can boast of such a diversity of sceuerj 01 is so full of beauty spots as the valleys and up lands ot Kashmir. Snow covered mountains, pine clad hills, rushing tor rents, clear streams, limpid .ake> and broad alluvial plains ail combine ro make up this wonderlaud. which forms the summer haunt of many Jaded plainsmen from the sultry cantou inents of India Ot late. alas, the ubiquitous globe trotter lias discovered it, and his excessive supply of cush brings higher prices, silk socks and white waistcoats into a paradise where "boiled shirts" and other ap purtenances of an evil civilization should never have been allowed to pen etrate.—Wide World Magazine. Ye·, He Was In. The collector was after α dead beat, and there were rumors that he was in more serious trouble even than ow ing debts. The collector was told to get after him nt once and run him down before anybody else got hold of him. So be chose a time of day when the dead beat wonld be most likely to be at home and went to his house and rang the bell. The man's wife came to the door. "Your husband Is in?" he said sternly — he made a statement rather than α question of It. She look ed scared and answered. "Y—yes. sir." "I want to see bim at once." he went on. very severely. "Why. you can't see him." she answered "Qe's In. and yet 1 can't see him? I'd like to know why I can't!" "Because he's In for six months!" she sobbed, and shut the door in his face.-Argonaut Why Do Seals Swallow Stone·? No nature student seems yet tu have discovered for what reason seals swal low stones, though the fact is η well established one. Certainly the atones are not taken In for ballast, for the empty seals keep down as easily oa the others. They are not swallowed for the purpose of grinding up food, for they are fouud in the stomachs of uursing pups. They are not taken In with the food because they are found in the stomachs of both young seal· and in those that live in the open sea and feed 011 squid. Vet It Is evident that these things are not swallowed haphazard, bnt are selected with con siderable care from the article· strewn along the shore, and (hat α preference is exhibited for roumled objecta. This is shown by the tuct that, as a rule, only articles of one kind nre found in any one seal's stomach. The Night Writer·. Writers who habitually work at nl^ht, and all night, frequently get strange nervous fancies. Huxley said. "When 1 am working at night I not only hear burglars moving about, but I actually see them looking through the crack in the door at me!" Wilkle Collins was α habitual night worker until he was frightened out of It by the appearance of another Wllkie Collins, who sat down at the table with him and tried to mono|>ollze the desk. There was a struggle, nnd the ink stand was upset. When the real Wll kie Collins came to himself, sure enough, the ink was rnnnlng over the writing table, proof cuoagb of a strug gle. After (hut Mr. Colline guve up night work. On Busineaa Bent. "Can you make me a sheet Iron man· dollnr "I might, but It wouldn't have much tone What do you want of a sheet iron mandolin, anyhow?" Ο "I'm trying to serenade a girl, and tbey bave a bulldog. I've busted sev eral Instruments on him. Next time 1 smash him 1 want to smash him good." -Kansue City Journal. Oh, THat'a Different! "I thought you told me that you would not contract any new debt· without my knowledge." howled Mr. Gabb as he tore up a bunch of dunning letters. "I haven't, my dear," replied Un. Qabb. "I merely expanded aome of the old debta."-Clnclnnatl Enquirer. Cherry Wood. Cherry la the wood moat used aa a backing for the metal plates from which Illustration· are printed in mag azines and periodicals. It is chosen above all others because It hold· Ita shape, does not warp or twist, works smoothly and does not vplit Handicapped. Dr. Currm-You will find yonr dye fepsla greatly alleviated. Mr. Peck, by cheerful and agreeable conversation at your meal·. Mr. Peck-That's good advice, dec, but my Income will not permit me to eat away from home.— Terre Haate Express. Riga In Scotland. In Scotland the corn and grass fields are divided into spaces twenty to thir ty yards wide by α furrow made by a plow. These are termed rigs. Tropical Medicine·. In the order named quinine, calomel, castor oil, tlnctnre of Iron, opium and brandy are the medicine* moat used ta the tropics. WU'Luui ùauger dunger cannot b· •urmouated.-Publia· Bynu.