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THE ABERDEEN WEEKLY, ABERDEEN, MISSISSIPPI
GOOD
HIGHWAYS
GRADING AND PAVING ROADS
Average Figures for Whole cf Units;
States Given Out by Bureau of
Public Roads.
THE GIRL, A". HOUSE AND A DOG
. By FRANCIS LYNDE
Copyright by Charles Scribner'a Sons
' ...
Prpard by she t!t?.l State I - ; n
ct Ajrii u::ur.)
What part of the co-t ef a r a i
into grading and structures r!..it
CHAPTER XIV- Continued.
9
It was a little after noon, while we
were squatting on the floor to eat
another meal wanned up over the chip
fire, that we found out the answer
U all the guesses and learned what
the mechanical noises of the night
and forenoon had been leading up to.
One of the left-overs from the work
ing period of the mine was a good-sized
steam force pump which, we took it,
had once l.een installed on one of the
lower mine levels and had been hoisted
out of the shaft ahead of the advanc
ing water Hood and put under shelter
In a corner of the boiler shed. As
I was passing my tin cup for more of
Daddy's excellent coffee the rattle and
clank of a pump began to make itself
heard, together with the. coughing
chug-chug of the steam exhaust there
from. "That's that low-level pump!' I ex
claimed. "They must have connected
it up with the boil "
"Whoosh! that was just as far as I
got. In the middle midst of the word
"boilers" a two-inch jet of muddy wa
ter came curving up through one of
the window openings to arch over and
fall, splash, all over us as we sat
munching our dinner. Kverlastingly
ruined the dinner, put out the fire, up
set the coffee pot, and made drowned
rats of both of us in less time than it
takes to tell it much less.
So much for that. Of course, we ran
and ducked and dodged, J ike the
drowned ruts I speak of hunting for
a hole. I'.ut now Builerton's devilish
engineering ingenuity came into play.
'y some means as yet unknown to us,
he had contrived a movable nozzle to
his squirt-gun, and in another minute
run his shower-bath machine, and the
result speedily confirmed this assump
tion. In a few minutes the steam
pressure had dropped to a point at
which it would no longer drive any of
the pumps, either ours or the one out
side, and the window cataract stopped.
"This will be only a breathing
space," I prophesied, getting up to
squeeze some of the superfluous water
out of my clothes. "Bullerton will do
one of two things: fire the other two
boilers, or disconnect this steam pipe
of ours."
"Beckon so?" said Daddy.
"You'll see in a minute or so."
The attack began even while we
were speaking, sundry hammerings
and txvistings that shook the pipe over
head proving that the besiegers were
going to stop the leak by cutting us
off from the boilers.
"Take your whirl at the Inventions,
this time Daddy!" I urged. "When
there wasn't a single dry spot left in
that shaft house. I venture to say that
Daddy and I and the dog ran a full
mile trying to get out of range of that
demoniacal sozzle-maehino, but there
wasn't a corner of the place that it
couldn't, and didn't, reach.
During the night the scoundrels had
laid a pipe line from the pump in the
boiler shed alongside of our prison
fortress; this with an upright exten
sion on the business end of It. At the
top of the sandpipe stem there was an
elbow with a short joint of pipe
screwed into it to point our way; and
on the end of this nozzle there was a
piece of rubber hose. Under the jerky
Impulses of the pump strokes this flex
ible extension of the nozzle flopped
up and down and around and side
wise, like the nose of a patent lawn
sprinkler; and there you are or there
we were.
"Oosh-to-Solomon !" Daddy splut
tered, "we ain't on the water wagon
we're spank inside of It! Are you re
memberln, Stannie, that they can keep
this gosh-durn thing up f'rever? All in
the world they've got to do is to put
a stick o' wood on the fire now and
then ! Say, son ; they got us goln' and
comin'; we ean't eat, and we can't
Pleep.no more whatever!"
"By heavens, I own those boilers,
nnd if I could get a stick of dynamite
under 'em, I'd fix the fellow that's fir
lng 'em!" I shivered; and then the
bright Idea was born. ".Say, Daddy,
we can stop it!" I yelled; and Just
then the water devU outside made an
other fiendish flop and got me square
ly In the face.
But it didn't drown the bright Idea
CHAPTER XV.
High Explosives.
The Idea was one which ought to
have suggested itself much sooner.
The steam supply pipe for driving the
lIg centrifugals at the shaft-mouth
came through the wall over our heads,
In Another Minute There Wasn't a
Single Dry Spot In the Shaft
House. and it was the sight of this pipe,
steaming even on the outside of its
thick insulating jstcket of asbestos un
der the wetting from the water jet,
that had set me thinking.
A spinning twirl of the engine
throttle valve set our machinery In
motion, and when I had thrown the
purap clutch In, we crouched again In
the least-wet corner to watch the index
of the tell-tale steamgauge connected
Into the supply pipe.
We knew that the centrifugals were
voracious steam-eaters; we had proved
that when we were running them in
the week-long test. I had a notion
that maybe Bullerton had fired only
cae of the battery of three boilers to
they get this supply pipe cut out, we'I
be in for another ducking and one
that we can't stop."
Daddy was shaking his head ant
wringing the moisture and mud out
of his beard.
"Jerusalem-to-gosh, Stannic, we got
to take a chance!" he muttered. "Any
ways. I'd about as lief die as be
drowned to death. We'll have to muss
that blacksmith shop up and get it out
o' the way, somehow. Gimme a matel
out o' that tin box o' your'n if they
ain't all soaked to a jiz-whizzlln' sop.'
I found the matches, which, luckily
were still dry, and handed him one
Before I fairly realized what he was
'oing to do, he had taken one of the
dynamite cartridges out of its bucket
hiding place, and was splitting the fuse
with his poeketknife.
"Open that there door into the shop,"
he commanded: and when I obeved
mechanically, out went the bomb, fiz
zing and sputtering, to land in a heap
of serap Iron piled on the farther side
of the stone-built forge. The sight of
it smoking and spitting sparks in the
heap of scrap haJf hypnotized me.
guess, for I stood gaping at it, with
the door held open, until Daddy Hiram
jerked me away, slammed the door and
yelled to me to help him bar it.
We had barely time to get the door
closed and fastened with the heavy
wo-eden bar and to throw ourselves
flat on the floor behind the hoisting
machinery before the crash came. As
I have previously said, the blacksmith
shop was a rather flimsy, shed-like
affair, roofed with corrugated iron,
and it seemed to us as if broken tim
bers and pieces of sheet metal were
raining down for a full minute after
the blast went olT.
The shock to everything in the vicin
ity was, of course, tremendous and
the stout old shaft-house itself rocked
and swayed like a tree in a hurricane.
But the walls still stood intact, and
when we got up and peeped through
a hole which a piece of the flying
scrap had torn In the door, we could
see what we had done. It was a-plenty.
The blacksmith shop had disap
peared, leaving nothing but a scatter
ing of wreckage. The heavy anvil had
been thrown from its block and the
forge looked as if a giant had kicked
it. Out by the boiler-shed a rack of
cordwood had been toppled over and
under it a man was struggling to free
himself. When he saw the imprisoned
enemy that mild-mannered, soft-spoken
old soldier that I was shut up with
would have opened the door and shot
the struggler if I hadn't stopped him.
This blowing up of the shop settled
the shower-bath business for us def
initely. With the Impediment out of
the way we had a clear view on this
third side; could command the row
of miners' cabins, as well as the boil
ers in their open shed. When I got
through persuading Daddy Hiram that
we couldn't afford to murder the
wounded, the fellow who had been
wrestling with the woodpile had made
his exit and there was nobody in
sight. Shortly afterward a bullet.
fired from somewhere in the forest
background, whanged upon our roof,
and there were several to follow; but
aside from punching a few more holes
in the Iron they did no harm.
Looks like the 'Hercules' Is the one
thing they're most skeered of," said
Daddy, with his queer little stuttering
chuckle. "ow maybe they'll leave us
have time to get ourselves dried out
a mite."
Totting up the results of the shower-
bath we'd had, a bread famine prom
sed to be the worst of them. The few
cans of beans, tomatoes and peaches
the campers stanaoys were un
hurt, of course, and the muddled bacon
could be washed with water drawn
from the flooded shaft. But the flour
in Its sack was merely a blob of paste
and was beyond redemption and the
cornmeal was the same. In view of
the results I wondered If Bullerton
hadn't shrewdly calculated upon wash
ing our commissary out of existence
when he planned his overgrown lawn
sprinkler. But maybe that was giving
him credit for more ingenuity than he
really had.
Through what remained of the after
noon the rifle firing continued, coming
sometimes from one angle and some
times from another, but always can
nily from a safe distance and always
under cover of the surrounding forest.
Daddy Hiram, grimly optimistic, ex
tracted a swallow or so of encourage
ment out of the persistent pot-shooting.
"Dunno , as you've ever noticed It,
Stannie, but If you'll only let a hog
alone long enough he'll shove himself
under the bob-wire fence far enough
to get caught," he said. "Charley Bul
lerton, now; he's plum forgot that
Tropia's less 'n five miles away "and
that sound carries mighty long dis
tances In these mountains la clear
weather." i
"What difference does that make?"
I asked.
"It may make a heap o' difference.
Looks to me like somebody Buddy
Fuller, 'r Jim Haggerty, the section
boss, r some of 'era down yonder 'd
begin a-wonderin', after a spell, what
in tarnation all this here blastin and
rifle-poppin' up on old Cinnabar is a
P'intin' at and come and see."
"Do you think the racket will carry
that far?"
"It sure will. One night afore Tro
pia had gone as dead as she is now, a
bunch o' eowpunch's got Into an argy
ment at Blue-nose Bill's place and we
heard the crackln and poppln' up
here Jeanle and me like it was just
over yonder in Greaser gulch."
"Well?" said I, "if your nephew or
any of the others hear it, what then?"
As I asked the question one of the
low-aimed shots tore through the side
of the building, struck the iron frame
of the hoist, flattened itself and
dropped Into the old man's lap. Pick
ing up the hot bit of lead to dandle
it from hand to hand he went on much
as if picking up bullets that were fired
at him had been his daily recreation.
"Curiosity killed the cat, Stanine,
son. You let some one o' the folks
down yonder in 'Tropia say, 'By gol
I wonder what all that shootin's for?'
and the next thing you know, some
body'll be moggin' up here to find out."
Along about dusk some member of
the besieging party tried to make a re
connaissance. I happened to be keeping
the lookout on the cabin side of our
fortress and saw a man dodgiug among
the pines back of the house. When I
reported to Daddy he took a snap shot
at the place I pointed out to him and
there was a wild yell and a stir in the J
young pines as though a hog were gal
loping through them.
"Just to let 'em know that we're
still alive and klckin'," said the old
man, with another of his quavery
chuckles. "I reckon maybe that's
what they was aimin' to find out."
Possibly it was. At all events, the
rille fire stopped with the coming of
darkness, and as we faced our second
night of defense we had plenty of time
to sit around and think and speculate
upon what the outcome was going to
be.
Taking it all in all, it was the fan
tastic humor of the thing that hit me
hardest. Six short weeks earlier peo
ple at home had been calling me all
the hard names that fall to the lot of
the idle ne'er-do-well ; a young chap
with enough Inheritance money to keep
him in ties and shoes and shirts and
to buy gas for his car though that
last asked for a good bit on the rising
cost of gasoline and not enough to
make life, or anything connected there
with, very much worth while.
Also these same people were saying
behind my back, of course, but there
were always plenty of them to repeat
the saying to my face that I was
good stock gone to seed, would never
amount to a hill of beans in anything
that asked for initiative or resource
fulness, or primitive rough stuff of any
sort; that I was due to go on dolling
myself up and playing skittles to the
Mid of the chapter which would prob-
alby stage itself in an asylum for the
feelJe-minded. Also, again, at that
same time, which was six weeks or
six thousand years ago, I was en
gaged to Lisette ; with mighty little
prospect of marrying her, to be sure,
but with no thought of marrying any
body else.
And now ... I looked around at
the shadowy walls of the grim old Cin
nabar shaft-house, looming darkly and
till dripping, tick, tack, from their
early-afternoon mud bath ; felt my sog
gy clothes; stared across at Daddy
Hiram sitting backed up against the
hoist with his legs jackknifed and his
hands locked over his knees; it was a
grotesque pipe-dream ; there was no
other name for it. I broke out In a
laugh that was a bellow.
"Split it up, Stannie," urged the old
man dryly. "I allow you ain't goin
to be close-fisted enough to keep a good
joke all to yourself In no such a hoe
down as this."
"I'll try," I said, and did it the best
I knew how, giving him some idea of
the life I had lived and its earth
wide, abysmal difference from the ex
perience of the past six weeks.
Silence for a time and then:
"Book-learnin' arid good clothes and
eatin' with a flat fork 'r all right,
Stannie, but they don't make the man
u'r the woman ; there'sot to be some
thin' inside; sornethln' a heap bigger
than any o' them things."
"Quite so," I admitted.
Another silence and at the end of
It the old philosopher again:
"You been sort o' sore about my
Jeanie, since yesterday . . . She's
been eatin' your gran-paw's bread, like
nie, and you thought, and I thought,
I-
Mi ill
I Stared Across at Daddy Hiram.
that she might at least 've waited a
little spell afore she run off with Char
ley Bullerton. Maybe we've been
jumpin' at things too sudden, Stannie.
What made her ride 'way up yonder
to Greater sidiu' to catch that train?
And how come Charley Bullerton to
marry her one day and be up here
with his bunch o' gunmen by daybreak
the nex' mornin'?"
"Has Jeannie friends in Angels with
whom she could be staying?" I asked.
"Not a single soul. He'd a-had to
leave her at the Chink's hotel; and
that ain't no place for a woman, mar
ried 'r t 'otherwise."
"But supposing they didn't go to
Angels?"
"There ain't no other place they
could go and .let him get back, as you
might say, in the same day."
"Say it all, Daddy." I prompted. .
"There ain't much to say, Stannie.
boy, 'ceptin' what I said afore, that
maybe we'd been jumpin' at things
sort o' blind-like. Jeanule's got a heap
o' sense if I do say It as shouldn't
and the whole gee-ripittin' thing, as we
been puttin it up, ain't no more like
her than winter's like dog-days."
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NO QUESTION ABOUT HER LOVE
Having run the subject Into a cor- There appeared to be little enough
ner we were both speechless for a lit- time for any defensive move. The as
tie time and I think it was almost with phyxlatlng gas was coming stronger
a sense of relief that we sprang alert I every moment, and any search for Its
when the dog, hitherto sleeping quietly source seemed utterly hopeless. Yet
at our feet," jumped up and ran to hold we went at it, coughing and choking.
his nose at the threshold of the door I and stumbling over everything in the
opening upon the dump head. I darkness, as a matter of course.
After all It was Barney who (I honor
CHAPTER XVI him with the human pronoun because
he certainly deserved it) it was Bar-
Burnt Matches. ney who showed us the devil's door-
Following the dog to the door, we way. The red glow was now sending
could neither see nor hear anything enough light through cracks and crev
omg on outside, though Barney's ices and the bullet rippings overhead
sniffings under the door and his low to make our inner darkness a degree
growl warned us that something was or so less than Stygian. Missing the
afoot, either on the dump head or in f dog for a moment at our common
the partly wrecked cabin beyond, breathing hole, we saw him circling a
While we were still peeping and peer- particular spot in the floor and snarl
ing, each at his auger-hole and each lng at It as if it were something alive
ready to take an offhand shot at any- At that we both remembered that
thing that seemed suspicious, the si- the shafthouse floor was raised a foot
lence of the mountain night was ripped or so from the rocky ledge on the
and torn by the most hideous clamor down-mountain side, and that
imaginable, arising, apparently, in the I space underneath was partly
cabin or perhaps from the groving of Daddy pointed to the circling dog.
irees just Denind it. me racKTt was "Barney's got it!" he panted.
deafening; comparable to nothing that "They've run their chimney up under
Id ever heard; a magnified orchestra- the floor!" Then: "Where in Sam
tion, so to speak, of the pandemonium Hill did you leave that ax?
made by a crowd of country boys The ax was near at hand and I ran
serenading a newly married pair with for It. Holding my breath I began to
tin pans and such-like noise-making chop madly at the floor planking. Bv
implements. this time the nir
"What in the name o' Joab!" stut- was impossible to breathe it. and after !
tered Daddy Hiram. "Beckon tliem a few blows I had to drop the ax and
gosh-dummed pirateers 've gone-plum' run to the breathing gap. Daddy took
loony?" I his cue instnntlv. snatching nn tt.e n-r
'Wait, I qualified, and I had to as I flung it down and hacking awav
shout to make myself heard. "There'll as long as he could hold his breath,
be more to follow. This is only the When he was forced to make a bolt
curtain-raiser." for the life-savinsr bole In the door. T
But my guess appeared to be no ran in again; thus got a couple of the
good. For quite some little time we floor planks loose and pried them out.
crouched, guns at the ready, prepared in the space beneath the open
to repei me as.-auit wnicn we natural- cracked floor we found Bullerton's
ly supposed would l.e made under chimney end; an old discarded boiler
cover of the distracting racket. But flue, it seemed to be. leading nn from
there was no assault, though the mean- the bench below. From iine.irrl-.in-
Ingless clamor kept up without abate- the deadly thing to muzzling it with
Illent. nns rtf rmr w-ot- hit o nl.-nt i,-.o
i - - w.. i , , v i 1 tun n to no i ia;
l.y the time we were beginning to breathless work of onlv a minute or
grow a trifle hardened to it the clamor two: and with the ms-nmin tim shut
stopped as abruptly as it had begun off. the air in the shafthouse soon be-
and the silence which succeeded was came bearable again, the hole we had
exen more oeaiening man tne noise chopped through the floor serving as
had been. While I fancied 1 could see
dim figures stealing down the road
more or less permanent, and uh
goes into the paving, which
eventually wear out?
This question is answered fi:
statistics compiled bv the h-:r.
public roads of the Unite i s-.;r,
partment of Agriculture ,.n
pleted federal-aid roads. i::v..;v:
d'H miles of read, at a tetal e
?ll:.o o e . f t; ,. t e:;,i a s:,
cent went into grading. 14 j ;.:
Into structure. 2 per cent i:.t
ing. and o per cent for er.g::w
These are the average t:g::r- :"
whole of the United Stat, s bur
is considerable variation in d.:
sect ions.
In the Middle A!h;n':o ?
a here grading is not h ay and
tmst be built for heavy trn.n'U
ost of the paving ri-e to To p
mil the grading and structures i
io per cent and 'J per cent, re-: r
In the Mountain states the
em is very different, nnn ! o
vork being new construction
i envy grading, nnd the h
I-..rt
tauy
tn
v. i h
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Daily Routine of Married Woman, De
scribed by Herself. Surely Suffi
cient to Prove It.
Here is a sample of why one woman
Is too busy to be unhappily married,
as she writes it herself:
"At 7:30 o'clock breakfast Is on the
table. Dad is ready, but where is the
school girl? 'Dad, you go on and eat;
I have to get that child ready for
school.' She is standing on one foot,
holding her stocking in her hand.
" 'Mother, if we caught a bluebird
could we catch a bluebird, mother?'
"'Yes, dear; now lace up your shoe
while I brush your hair.'
"We could give it to Dorothea; she
has a cage.'
" 'Honey, hurry up. You will be
late.
" 'Well, I want to catch a bluebird.
" 'Now, darling, brush your teeth
while I fry daddy's eggs.'
" 'Did you brush your teeth?
"'Do I have to?'
"'Of course. Do you want to be
ugly?'
" 'Won't I get to go to parties if I am
ugly?'
" No ; but for goodness sake come
to breakfast.
" 'Mother, dad cries, 'come and eat
with me.'
"'I simply can't. -dad. See that this
child gets something fnside her, will
you? I have to dress little sister.
She's up now.'
"After dad and the school girl go,
sister ds made ready for breakfast.
Mother puts the Iron on to heat. Sis
ter will not eat her cereal, and mother
has to feed her. The Iron gets too
hot. While it Is cooling mother puts
the vacuum cleaner to work on the
living room. She makes the beds. She
cleans the house. She irons, until
11.30. She hurries to get lunch. She
rushes to finish a pair of bloomers. ,
She makes buttonholes while the
oven heats. She makes a pie while
sister practices on the piano. She
gets dinner. She watches small sis
ter playing. She shoos home
whooping - coughing child and rescues
the piano from an apple core. She
never wonders if her husband loves
her. She is too busy. She loves
him or she would never, never, never
mend his sox."
Unwritten Law of Hospitality.
No less binding than the IJippo
crntic oath, taken by physicians on en
tering their profession, promising
never to divulge any secrets obtained
through their practice as physicians,
Is the great unwritten law of hospi
tality that makes it obligatory on the
host or hostess or members of the
host's household, to respect the per
sonality of all those who tarry within
their gates. Recounting peculiari
ties or petty faults of our neighbors
and acquaintances is at best a mean
way of diverting ourselves and our
friends though it Is something that
we all do at some time or other but
when the persons about whom we
gossip are our guests, or the infor
mation we have about them was de
rived when they were our visitors, our
conduct Is beneath contempt.
Dances Borrowed From Birds.
Like the art of song, that of the
dance Is employed by many birds pri
marily In the courtship of the female.
The biggest bird of all the ostrich
is a most Indefatigable dancer, par
ticularly enjoying the waltz. The
moor cock is another dancing bird,
from which the peasants of upper
Bavaria have borrowed their famous
"flat shoe dance," or clog dance.
Head Work.
Mrs. Woodpecker Come get on the
job I You've got a lot of drilling and
excavating to do on our new home.
Her Mate Ilave a heart! Think I
can work with this headache Tve got
this morning T
that led to the bench below, I heard
Daddy say : "Now, what in the name
o' .Tehoiachim "
He had turned away from his peep
hole and I could sense, rather than see.
that he was rubbing his eyes. Then I
realized that upon me, also, a sudden
blindness had fallen ; the interior of
the shafthouse had become as dark
as the inside of a pocket. The effect
was so stupefying that It took both
of us a minute or so to understand
that some change as yet undelinable
had been wrought either in us or In
our surroundings during the noisy in
terlude. "Great Jehu !" exclaimed the old
man though he was within arm's
reach I could make him out only as a
dim shadow "Great Jehu ! I 1 b'lieve
I'm goin' blind. Stannie! I I can't
see nothin' a-tall !"
"Don't worrj ," I hastened to say ;
"I'm in the same boat. We've been
looking too long and steadily through
those auger-holes. It'll pass in a min
ute." But it didn't pass and presently the
voice of my old side partner came
asraln out of the darkness.
"P'raps it's cloudin up some," he
suggested in a half-whisper. T can't
see no stars through them windows."
At this I looked toward the window
openings, but the Interior blackness
had blotted them out completely. Al
most Instinctively I turned back to the
door and put an eye to a loophole.
One glance was enough. The trouble,
whatever it might be, was with us and
not with the sky. The stars were
shining as brightly as ever.
"Don't move. Daddy," I cautioned,
and then groped my way along the
wall and climbed to the top of our
earth-sack breastwork at a point which
I guessed to be under the nearest of
the two windows.
When I drew myself up and tried to
thrust a hand through the opening
the mysterious darkness was ex
plained. The window embrasures were
stopped up, both of them, on the out
side by something that felt like a
heavy canvas curtain, though how the
curtain was held in place I could not
determine. But it was firmly braced
in some way. With all the purchase
I could get which wasn't much I
couldn't dislodge it or push it aside.
Making my way back to the door
I told Daddy what I had found.
"Huh!" he said; "that old tarpaulin
that was out yonder In the ore shed.
How d'ye reckon they got It there,
Stannie?"
"It's hoisted on a framework of
some kind, and they did It while we
were rubbering and trying to find out
what all that noise was about."
We were not kept very long in doubt
as to what the next enemy move was
to be. With the cessation of the tom
tom clatter the collie had grown curi
ously restless. We couldn't see him.
but we could hear him j-unnlng from
post to pillar, sniffing at the cracks
and occasionally giving a whining
growl. Iresently he began to cough
and sneeze; then he came racing back
to us, flattening himself to hold his
nose to the crack under the door and
taking long breaths as If he were half
stifled. I stooped to pat him and Im
mediately Imagined I was smelling
burning sulphur matches.
"Get down here, Daddy, and smeli
this dog!" I whispered. "Is It old
fashioned matches, or what?"
One sniff was all that the old man
needed.
Gosh-to-gee-whlz brimstone !" he
choked; "them devils are smokln' us
out ! That's why they .stopped up them
windov holes; so we couldn't get any
alrr -
An Improved Road in the Rocky M obtains.
of surface is nt ne essary.
group of states the est of
amounted to 'X per cent, strm
per cent and paxing 42 per o-
a ventilator through which the cool,
crisp night air came rushing in a re
vivifying blast.
Our first care, after a prolonged
silence led us to believe that the raid
ers had withdrawn to study up some
fresh scheme for getting rid of us, waa
to get a bar and pry our txx-o doors
open so that the breeze might blow
through and air the place out a bit.
Closing and barring the doors after
the sulphur stench had been reduced
to a mere match-box odor, we estab
lished our nlght-xvatch. Daddy Hiram
taking the first trick under a solemn
promise to call me at the end of a
couple of hours. This time he behaved
better, rousing me a little before mid
night, lie reported everything quiet, j H"w large is tne ave:
and pointed to the sleeping dog as exi- j how fat d.es it travel?
donee that there were no intruders I and others of inter.-t
within smelling distance.
"Been that-axvay ever since you
turned in," he said, meaning, as I took
it, that the dog had been resting easy.
In t!
TRAFFIC CENSUS OF IflUCKS
Information as to Speed and 6 ze cf
Average Vehicle Obtained in
New England.
and timers
the hi.
r: i i : i r
wmmm&
I
ot
sxvered bx- in
recent tra!?:.e -eii.t:
reati of puM:V r
Department of Ar
the mo-st tra '
l-airlnnd. The e.-n
4.' per cent oft!
capacity or
1 and tons
2'2 ami o tons ;
per cent of the
than o tons c;ii
On a level s
xvhich th
tr
t mi : u ere
ity.
stretch of To
eel Of motor
-C1 1;..- i
xvas timed, it xxas found t'.u n: r-
t rucks traveled at a speed of n. :'
an hour than at any th-r rate. 'IT .r-
ty-seven per cent traveled ?-.:'
nn hour or faster, line
driver said be xvas in a
there, xvas found to be
speed of 45 miles an !;
tr
i .
TREES FOR STATE HIGHWAYS
I f Pit I
Daddy Took His Cue Instantly.
"Tou can just keep an eye on Barney.
If anything goes to stirrin', he'll know
it afore you will."
Nothing did stir; and after Daddy
had gone to wrap himself in his damp
blankets, I had my work cut out for
me keeping axvake ; In fact, I shouldn't
want to sxxear that I was fully awake
during all of the one hundred and
txventy minutes that my gentry-go last
ed. No matter about that. Bullerton
during my watch; and when I turned
the fortress over to Daddy at two
o'clock I was able to pass the "all
quiet" report back to him and go to
the blankets with an easy conscience.
I had Just dropped asleep, as it
seemed to me though In reality I had
slept like a log for more than two
hours when Daddy Hiram came , to
shake me awake.
"Sornethln' doln'," he announced
quietly, and when I sat up I saw that
the collie was moving uneasily from
one door to the other, stopping now
and then to stand motionless with his
ears cocked and his head on one side:
"Barney hears something," I ven
tured; and a moment later Daddy
broke In :
"Huh! It's plain enough for my old
ears, now; It's a wagon comin' acros?
the bench."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
If Planted 50 or GO Feet Ap-srt
Will Not Harm Roads and W
Add Pleasure.
The Minnesota fores ry .:'
in the capitol at Sr. l'anl i- ;
nut trees for j.lanii;- on t'.e !
ways of Msnneota. T)c p!:;r.
thee state highways with
mental or fruit trees should le
al once. If the road is pro; . : i v .-s
so that it drains wen and t;... rr--
set C0 or (V) feet apart t!.-y xx ;
harm the roads in the i-.;-! an ! v
add much to the pleasure :
along them In t!. future !. l
Cady, associate pr -r of hTt:.
Cure, University Farm.. Fa;:'.
Big Program ir. New Mexico.
The state highway e..m:ai-;-.-i in
New Mexico has launched a big road
building program xvith six n-w
eral aid projects, one to r,,c -707.02.
a second to cost 1 " ' 7. a
third $r.H.;t;2.S7, the fourth $11 '.. 7:i.
a fifth $G0,S44.49 und the sixth 74-191.47.
Best Use of Funds.
The states can do better er
to themselves and tie country
time than by Uain their nwii f
for actual construction.
for
Contracts in Or-etm.
Tie Oregon state highxray com
skm awarded 'contracts recently
17.3 miles of highxvay, xrith a three
Inch aspbaltic concrete hae and a
two-inch asphaltlc concrete xveiring
surface.
Tractor Equipment Best.
Owing to the Immense saving in tim
and labor with a reduction in final cot,
the construction of roads by uiean
of tractor 'equipment Is far ahead of
the old method of using horse-drawn
equipment.

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