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859 THE BOSSIER BANNER. 1915 Established July I, 1859. F IFTY-FO ( IRTH YEA R. 'A Map of Busy Life; Its Fluctuations and Its Vast Concerns." Subscription, $1 per Year. KENTON, BOSSIER PARISH, LA., THURSDAY, JULY 22, 1915. NUMBER 29. Takes Two to Make a Bargain -—Lowest Prices and Highest Quality— The Best Bargains in Drug Store Needs Are Found at TME ORIGINAL CUPRATE DRUG STORE 'phones, 637 Firestone means înost miles per dollar r jPHE extra thickness and tough .* ness of Firestone Casings means greater wear—resistance. ^ Their extra thick cushion-stock protects the fabric from jars and shocks, thus prolonging their life. The advantage of Firestone two-cure process (always adhered to) are multifold. In fact, Firestone products pos sess too many superior claims to mention in this small space, but the prospective buyer should bear in mind that that is what made their sales increase 78 per cent last year. *i 1 sell Firestone Casings, Inner Tubes and accessories. (.'all and ask to see samples. rfr A. M.WYCHE Benton, Louisiana * * * * * * * * * * & J We Pay 4 Per Cent ? Interest on Time Deposits * * * * * * c Every loan made by our bank is carefully consider ed, as is evidenced by the fact that we have been in business eleven years and have never lost a dollar on a loan. Can you deposit your money in a bank with a better record ? * 4* ness and in return will *£• ^ render you prompt and *5* *§? accurate service. *§■ * .... * I Benk of Benton $ j- t . Benton, La. ^ *£ frf* +£> »I«* We want your busi Water on a Hot Stove. It is impossible to throw fi few drops of water on a redliot stove. The wa ter can never touch the stove at all What is seen is a few drops rolling rapidly over the surface, gradually geti'ng smaller until they disappear. If I lie drops are on a perfectly level place one ran see under them to the oilier side of the room, thus proving that they are not in contact with the stoii' itself. , What actually happens is that the bottom of the drop changes at once to steam or vapor on coming close to the hot surface, and this vapor is supplied by the drop as it gradually goes away. So the drop rests on a cushion of va por until i! is entirely dissipated. This slate of water is known as the spheroi dal slate and is of interest simply on account of its peculiarity and seeming ly paradoxical behavior. Done Properly. "How is it you were so long over your work today - :" she asked. "Sure, ma'am," replied tile servant, "you were watelling me most of the time." - Judge. Small thanks to the man fot keeping ins hands clean who would not touch die work but with gloves on.-Carivle PROFESSIONAL CARDS JOANNES SMITH Attorney at Law Office at Court House, Second Floor Benton, Louisiana C LAUDE B. PROTHRO Attorney at Law Office at Caddo Parish Court House SHREVErORT, LOUISIANA JgDWIN W. DORAN Attorney at Law - Office in Court House, Second Floor Benton, Louisiana JJR. FREDERICK RATZ BURG Dentist Levy Building Shreveport, La. Telephone, No. 1160. Relic of the Ramans In England. A farmer brought about the discov ery of a mysterious house iu Somerset. England. In plowing he turned up sev eral 1 pieces of pottery and some coins. Men were set to digging on the spot and uncovered the chaired ruins of an immense house. It was about 18l> feet long. 35 feet wide and contained nine teen rooms. The outer walls, still standing, are of heavy masonry, air' the doors are of concrete. Some of them were formerly covered with tiles Quantities of charcoal over the ruins showed that the building was destroy ed by tire. The house has been exam ined by scholars, who say that it was built in the days when the Romans were in possession of England, about 2.000 years ago. The occupants have left many relics scattered about the ruins—pottery dishes and utensils, a grindstone, a small whetstone and oth er objects. Buried in a corner were several pieces of window glass and the neck of a small glass vase. A Record In Hard Work. Lord George Bentiuck's record of po litical work, as set out by his biogra pher. seems even more striking than that accomplished by Wellington in 1S34. "It is very difficult." writes Dis rnoli. "to convey u complete picture of the laborious life of Lord George Bcntinck during the sitting of parlia ment. At 9:30 began his elaborate and methodical correspondence, all of which he carried on himself in a handwriting clear as print, and never employing a secretary: at 12 or 1 he was at a committee, and he only quit ted tlio committee room to take his scat in the house, which he never left until it adjourned, always long past midnight and often at 2 a. m. His principle was that a member should never be absent from his seat. * * * -Although he breakfasted only on dry toast he took no sustenance all this time, dining at White's at 2:30 in the morning."—London Chronicle. Shakespeare's House. Gastrell was the name of .the clergy man who, having purchased Shake speare's house in 1750. soon afterward pulled it down because he thought the town assessment on it was too high. He had previously cut down the cele brated mulberry Lee planted by Shakespeare's hand because it subject ed him to answer the frequent impor tunities of travelers. Gastrell's name is immortalized by these acts of liter ary vandalism Congress and the President. The president has the power to pro rogue congress. The constitution (ar ticle 2. section 1). says "that in case of difference between them (the two houses of cnngressi with respect ;«» the time of adjournment lie may adjourn them to such time ns he thinks proper." Moct Populous Countries. The ten countries with the largest populations are. in the order named, China. India. Russin, the United States. Germany. Japan, the United Kingdom. France. Italy and Austria. A Way Cut. "She's fond of children." 'Tin glad to hear it. ! 'll leave mine with her the next time our club meets." THE FORESTER'S DAUGHTER A Romance of the Bear Tooth Range > By HAMLIN GARLAND > > - > Copyright, 1914. by Hamlin Garland ' SYNOPSIS Wayland Norcross. an eastern youth seeking health in Colorado, meets Berea McFarlane, called Berrie. typical ranch girl, daughter of the supervising ranger ot Bear Tooth forest. CHAPTER II. "This is our ranch." B EFORE Berea could reply a man's voice called. "Hello, there!" and a tall fellow stepped up to her with confident mien. Norcross awkwardly shrank away. This was her cowboy lover, of course. It was impossible that so attractive a girl should be uuattached, and the knowledge produced iu him a faint but very detiuite paug of envy and re gret. The happy girl, even In the excite ment of meeting her lover, did not for get the stranger. She gave him her hand in parting, and again he thrilled to its amazing power. It was small, but it was like a steel clamp. "Stop in on your way to Meeker's." she said, as a kindly man would have done. "You pass our gate. My father is Joseph McFarlane. the forest supervis or. Good night" "Good night" he returned with sin cere liking. The hotel was hardly larger than the log shanty of a railway grading camp, but the meat was edible, and just out side the door roared Bear creek, which came down directly from Dome moun tain, and the young easterner went to sleep beneath its singing that night. He should have dreamed of the happy mountain girl, but he did not On the contrary, he imagined himself back at college in the midst of innumerable freshmen yelling: "Bill Mccoy! Bill McCoy!" He woke a little bewildered by his strange surroundings, and when he be came aware of the cheap bed, the flim sy washstand. the ugly wall paper and thought how far he was from home and friends lie not only sighed, he shivered. The room was chill, the pitcher of wa ter cold almost to the freezing point, and his joints were stiff and painful from his ride. What folly to come so far into the wilderness at this time! As the eastern youth crawled from his lied and looked from the window he was still further disheartened. In the foreground stood a half dozen frame buildings, graceless and cheap, with out tree or shrub to give shadow or charm of line—all was bare, bleak, sere. But under his window the stream was singing its glorious moun tain song, and away to the west rose the aspiring peaks from which it came. Romance brooded in that shadow, and on the lower foothills the frost toadi ed foliage glowed like a mosaic of jew els. Dressing hurriedly he went down to the small barroom, whose litter nf duffle bags. guns, saddles and nmp utensils gave evidence of the presence of many hunters and fishermen. The slovenly, landlord was poring over a newspaper, while a discouraged half grown youth was sludging the floor with a mop. But a cheerful clamor from an open door at the back of the hall told that breakfast was on. Venturing over the threshold. Nor cross found himself seated at table with some five or six men In corduroy jackets and laepd boots, w'no were, in fact merchants and professional men from Denver and Pueblo out for fish and such game as the law allowed, and all in holiday mood. They joked the waiter girls and joshed one anoth er in noisy good fellowship, ignoring the slim youth in English riding suit who came in with an air of mingled melancholy and timidity and took a seat at the lower corner of the long table. As be looked about the room the tourist's eye was attracted by four young fellows seated at a small table to his right. They wore rough shirts of an olive-green shade and their faces were wind scorched, but their voices held n pleasant tone, and something in the manner of the landlady toward them made them noticeable. Norcross later asked her who they were. "They're forestry boys." "Forestry boys?" "Yes. The supervisor's office is here, and these boys are his help." This information added to Norcross' interest and cheered bun a little. ITe knew something of the United States forest service and had been told that many of the rangers were college men. He resolved to make their acquaint ance. "If I'm to stay here they wifi help me endure the exile." he said After breakfast he went forth to find the postoffice, expecting a letter of instructions from Meeker. He found nothing of the sort and (his quite dis concerted him. "The stage is gone." the postmistress told him, "and you cau't get up till aay after tomorrow. You might reach -Meeker by using the government phone, however." "Where will I find the government phone?" "Down in the supervisor's office. They're very accommodating. They'll let you use it if yon tell them who you want to reach." It was impossible to miss the for estry building for the reason that a handsome flag fluttered above it. The door being open. Norcross perceived from the threshold'a young clerk at work on a typewriter, while in a cor ner close by the window another and older man was working intently on a map "Is this the office of the forest super visor?" asked the youth. The man at the machine looked up and pleasantly answered: "It is, but the supervisor is not in yet Is there anything I can do for you?" "Tt may be you can. I am on my way to Meeker's mill for a little out ing. Perhaps you could tell me where Meeker's mill is and how I can best get there." The man at the map meditated. "It's not far. some eighteen or twenty miles, but it's over a pretty rough trail." "What kind of.a place is it?" "Very charming. You'll like it. Real mountain country." This officer was a plain featured man of about thirty-five, with keen and clear eyes. Uls voice, though strongly nasal, possessed a note of manly sincerity. As he studied his visitor he smiled. "You look brand new. Haven't had time to season check, have you?" "No. I'm a stranger in a strange land." "Out for your health?" "Yes. My name is Norcross. I'm just getting over a severe illness, and I'm up here to lay around and fish and recuperate—if I can." "You can—you will. You can't help it," the other assured him. "Join one of our surveying crews for a week and I'll mellow that suit of yours and make a real mountaineer of you. I see you wear a Sigma Chi pin. What was your school?" "I am a 'Son of Eli.' Last year's class." The other man displayed his fob. "I'm teu classes ahead of you. My name is Nash. I'm what they call an 'expert' I'm up here doing some es timating and surveying for a big ditch h "Good morning," she nodded at Nor cross. "How do you find yourself this morning?" they're putting in. I was rather iu hopes you had come to join our ranks. We sons of Eli are holding the conser vation fort these days, and we need help." "My knowledge of your work is rath er vague," admitted Norcross. "My father is in the lumber business, but his point of view isn't exactly ytiurs." "He slays 'em, does he?" "He did. He helped devastate Michi gan." "After me the deluge! 1 know the kind. Why not make yourself a sort of vicarious atonement?" Norcross smiled. "1 had not thought of that. It would help some, wouldn't it?" "It certainly would. There's no great money in the work, but it's about the most enlightened of all the govern mental bureaus." Norcross was strongly drawn to this forester, whose tone was that of a highly trained specialist. "1 rode up on the stage yesterday with Miss Ber rie McFarlane." "The supervisor's daughter?" "She seemed a fine western type." "She's not a type; she's an individual. She hasn't her like anywhere I've gone. She cuts a wide swath up here. Being an only child, she's both son and daughter to McFarlane. She knows more about forestry than her father. In fact, half the time he depends on her judgment." Norcross was interested, but did not •'ant t<> take up valuable time. He said. "Will y oil let me use your tele phone to' Meeker's?" "Very sorry, but our line is out of order. Y'ou'll have to wait a day or so, or use the mails. You're too late for today's stage, but it's only a short ride across." As they were talking a girl came gal loping up to the hitching post and slid from her horse, it was Berea McFar lane. "Good morning. Emery." she called to the surveyor. "Good morn ing." she nodded at Norcross. "How do you find yourself this morning?" "Homesick." he replied smilingly. "Why so?" "I'm disappointed in the town." Berrie looked round at the forlorn shops, the irregular sidewalks, the grassless yards. "It isn't very pretty, that's a fact, but you can always for get it by just looking up at the high country. When you going up to the mill?" "1 don't know. I haven't had any word from Meeker, and 1 can't reach him by telephone." "I know. The line is short circuited somewhere. But they've sent a man out. He may close it any minute" "Where's the supervisor?" asked Nash. "He's gone over to Moore's cutting How are you getting on with those plats?" "Very well. I'll have 'em all in shape by Saturday." "Come in and make yourself at home." said the girl to Norcross 'Won'll find the papers two or three days old." she smiled "We never know about anything here till other people have forgotteu it." Norcross followed her into the office, curious to know more about her. She was so changed from ais previous con ception of her that he was puzzled. She had the directness and the brevity of phrase of a business man as she opened letters and discussed their con tents with the men. "Truly she is different" thought Nor cross. and yet she lost something by reason of the display of her proficiency as a clerk. "1 wish she would leave business to some one else." he inward ly grumbled as he rose to go. She looked up from her desk. "Corns in again later. We may be able to reach the mill." He thanked her and went back to his hotel, where he overhauled his outfit and wrote some letters. His disgust of the town was lessened by the pres ence of that handsome girl, and the hope that he might see her at luncheon made him impatient of the clock. She did not appear in the dining room, and when Norcross inquired of Nash whether she took her meals at the hotel or not the expert replied: "No: she goes home. The ranch is only a few miles down the valley. Oc casionally we invite her, but she don't think much of the cooking." One of the young surveyors put in a word: "I shouldn't think she would. I'd ride ten miles any time to eat one of Mrs. McFarlane's dinners." "Yes," agreed Nash, with a reflective look in his eyes. "She's a mighty fine girl, and 1 join the boys in wishing her better luck than marrying Cliff Bei den." "Is it settled that way?" asked Nor cross. "Yes. The supervisor warned us all. but even he never has any good wolds for Beiden. He's a surly cuss and vio lently opposed to the service. His brother is one of the proprietors of the Meeker mill, and they have all tried to bulldoze Laudon, our ranger over there. By the way. you'll like Laudon. He's a Harvard man and a good ranger. His shack is only a half mile from Meeker's house. It's a pretty well known fact that Alec Beiden is part proprietor of a saloon over there that Worries the supervisor worse than any thing. Cliff swears lie's uot connected with it. but lie's more or less sympa thetic with the crowd." Norcross. already deeply interested in the present and future of a girl whom he had met for the first time only the day before, was quite ready to give up his trip to Meeker. Early on the second morning he went to the postottice—which was also the telephone station—to get a letter or message from Meeker. He found nei ther. But as he was standing in the door undecided about taking the stage Berea came into town riding a fine bay pony and leading a blaze faced buck skin behind her. Her face shone cordially as she call ed out. "Well, how do you stack up this morning?" "Tiptop." he answered, in an attempt to match her cheery greeting. "Do you like our town better?" "Not a bit! But the hills are magnifl cent." "Anybody turned up from tbe mill?" "No. I haven't heard a word from there. The telephone is still out of commission." "They can't locate the break. Uncle Joe sent word by the stage driver ask ing us to keep an eye out for you and send you over. I've come to take you over myself." "That's mighty good of you. but it's a good deal to ask." "I want to see Uncle Joe on business, anyhow, and you'll like the ride better than the journey by stage." Leaving the horses standing with their bridle reins hanging on the ground, she led the way to the office. "When father comes in tell him where I've goue and send Mr. Nor cross' packs by the first wagon." "You'd better take my bay," said Berea. "Old Paintface there is little notional." Norcross approached his mount with a caution which indicated that he had at least been instructed in range borse psychology, and as he gathered his reins together to mount. Berrie re marked: "1 hope you're saddle wise." "I had a few lessons iu a riding school." he replied modestly. Young Downing approached the girl with a low voiced protest. "You oughtn't to ride old Paint. He nearly pitched the supervisor the other day." "I'm not worried." she said and swung to her saddle. er The ugly beast made on tn a tear ing sidewise rush, but she smilingly called back. "All set" And Norcross followed her in high admiration. Eventually she brought her lu'oueboto subjection, and they trotted off togetli er along the wagon road quite comfort ably. By this time the youth had for gotten his depression, his homesick ness of the morning. The valley was again enchanted ground. After shacking along between some rather sorry fields of grain for a mile ur two Berea swung into a side trail "1 want you to meet my mother." she »aid. The grassy road led to a long, one story, half log. half slab house which stood on the bank of a small, swift, willow bordered stream. "This is our ranch." she explained "All the meadow In sight belongs to us." The young easterner looked about In astonishment. Not a tree bigger than his thumb gave shade. The gate of the cattle corral stood but a few feel from the kitchen door, and rusty beef bones, bleaching skulls and scraps of sun dried hides littered the ground or hung upon tbe fence. Exteriorly the low cabin made a drab, depressing pic ture. but as he alighted, upon Berea's invitation, and entered the house he was met by a sweet faced, brown hair ed little woman, in a ueat gown, whose bearing was not in the least awkward or embarrassed. "This is Mr. Norcross! the tourist 1 told you about," explained Berrie. Mrs. McFarlane extended her small hand with friendly impulse. "I'm very glad to meet you. sir. Are you going to spend some time at the mill?" "I don't know. I have a letter to Mr. Meeker from a friend of mine who hunted with him last year—a Mr. Sut ler." "Mr. Sutler! Oh. we know him very well. Won't you sit down?" The interior of the house was not only well kept, but presented many evidences of refinement A mechanical piano stood against the log wall, and books and magazines, dog eared with use. littered the table, and Norcross. feeling the force of Nash's half ex pressed criticism of his "superior," lis tone«] infgntly to Mrs. McFarlane's apologies for the condition of the farm yard. "Well." said Berea sharply, "if we're to reach Uncle Joe's for dinner we'd better be scratching the hills." And to her mother she added. "I'll pull Id about dark." Tbe mother offered no objection to her daughter's plan, and the young peo ple rode off together directly toward the high peaks to the east Continued in next u-eek's Banner. Why the Prince Laughed, When King George of England was in the navy, as a young man. an American of some consequence ob tained permission to visit tbe ship on which he was serving. The ship was coaling at Halifax, and wheD the American clambered aboard a young officer, with a very coal grimy face, was told off to show him around. Aft er making his tour of inspection the American rowed back to shore in com puny with the captain of the vessel "Well." he said. "I have only one complaint and that is that 1 did not see the prince." "But yon have been talking to him for the best part of an hour." answered the surprised cap tain. "What!" said the American "Was that grimy fellow the prince? Sakes alive, no wonder he laughed so heartily when I asked him if they kept his royal highness in cotton wool while the coal dust was flying about!" Strategy In Tongue Inspection. Every one who has ever tried to get a very small child to "put out yotir tongue" for inspection or to open her mofith wide that the suspected tongue might be viewed knows bow bard matter it is to really see either the condition of the tongue or tonsils he cause the baby will not. straighten out her tongue or open her mouth wide enough. I have got around this dlfii culty by putting a drop of bouey or molasses on tbe tip end of the child': chin and asking her to lick it off. The process of licking off gives me a good unhurried view of a straight extended tongue. It also causes her to open her mouth so wide that ! can see her tonsils and the back of her tbrout and all this without worrying the baby, for she thinks it is a game.— Good Housekeeping Magazine. Pottery of Guatemala. Remarkably good pottery is made by the natives of Guatemala. Many of the pieces show a high degree of skill and real artistic feeling, even iu the making of the more useful pieces. This pottery is very palpably different from those pieces which are obvious imita tions. yet are offered for sale in this country as Indian pottery. From the mounds and ruins of Guatemala, in cities and iu ancient townsitess. many very fine specimens of pottery have been found, and these show that back in the dawn of life on this continent the residents of what is now Guate mala were most cunning artisans, with the clay and kiln. They have not for gotten the art by any means, as the latter day work demonstrates very clearly. _— Barometers In Mines. A little known phase of the anthra cite mining industry is the use of ba rometers at the principal collieries of all the big companies, especially where the mines are gaseous. When the atmos pheric pressure is decreasing gas is re leased more easily, and the fire bosses all look at the barometers before go ing into the mines to make their morn ing inspections. When the barometer is going down they look and test with extra care for gas. Why Your Paper Was Discontinued With the first of 1908 there be came effective a ruling of the Postoffice Öepartment which reg ulated the terms to be granted publishers in future in securing subscription renewals to their publications. This resulted from the many abuses of the past of the second-class mailing privilege. Of course, all must see the pro priety of the Government officials enforcing such regulations. There are three parties to a subscription —the publisher, the carrier and the reader. All have their un denied privileges. Since the ruling in question became effective (now more than seven years ago) the publisher of the Banner has devoted columns of space in an effort to make it plain to all. The following ex cepts from "The Postal Laws and Regulations Pertaining to the Second Class of Mail Matter" should make it clear why the pub lisher of a weekly newspaper can not grant credit on subscriptions for a term in excess of twelve months. The third paragraph of Section 436 reads: 3. A reasonable tim« will be allowed publishers to secure renewals of sub scriptions, but unless subscriptions are expressly renewed after the term for which they are paid, within the following periods : Dallies, within three months; Triweeklies, within six months; Semiweeklies, within nine months; Weeklies, within one year; Semimonthlies, within three months; Monthlies within four months; Bimonthlies, within six months; Quarterlies, within six months; they shall not be counted in the legitimate list of subscribers, and copies mailed on account thereof shall not be accepted for mailing at the second-class postage rate of one cent a pound, but may be mailed at the transient second-cisss postage rate of one cent for each four ounces or fraction thereof, prepaid by stamps affixed. Tho light of a publisher to extend credit for subscriptions to his publication is not de nted or questioned, but his compliance or noncompliance with this regulation will be taken into consideration in determin ing whether the publication is entitled to transmission at tho second-class postage rates. Two paragraphs of Section Î67 read as follows: Section 407. Postmasters should scru tinize mailings of publications entered at their offices as second-class matter to as certain whether the publishers are com plying with the In w and these regulations. 2. Every postmaster having reason to believe that a publication passing in the mails as matterof the second-class is not entitled to the second-class mailing priv ileges, either by reason of the character of the publication itself or of irregular methods or practices pursued by the pub lisher, is expected to report the matter promptly, with any evidence or facts in his possession tending to support such belief, to the Third Assistant Postmaster General. We had thought all along that the Banner's readers as a whole were familiar with the substance of the above, and were surprised to recently learn to the contrary. The management of the Banner positively treats all subscribers alike. At present credit is being granted many and has never been refused any reputable person. When a subscription has not been renewed after a lapse of twelve months the name is dropped from the mailing list. These practices have, however, caused some confusion, and occa sionally contention on the pai^; of the subscriber, so beginning with 1916 a cash-in-advance plan as regards subscriptions will become effective. It will be adhered to in the strictest sense. It occurs to us that that is the last resort, the real business-like plan, and one which will give none grounds for complaint. Charms of the Roman Farmer. Cfurius C res in us. a freed in an who had much larger crops upon a small field than his neighbors Bad upon their extensive farms, was greatly envied and accused of withdrawing the prod uce ' of the people's fields by witch craft Being brought to trial and tearing that he would be condemn«!, immedi ately before the question was put he produced in the forum all his laboring utensils and brought along with him a stout daughter, well fed and clothed, his iron tools of the most excellent con struction, large spades, heavy »shares and oxen in the best order. Then he said "These. Romans, are my charms. Nor can I show you or bring into the forum my night medita tions. my watchings and uiy toils." He was unanimously acquitted.—I'llay.