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I The Goddess I
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?! By CHARLES GODDARD and £
C GOUVERNEUR MORRIS £
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v Novelized from the Photo Play of the eeme name produced by the J ‘
Vitagraph Company ■
~ Copyright, 1915, by the Star Company
SYNOPSIS.
Professor Stilliter, psychologist, and
Cordon Barclay, millionaire, plan to
preach- to the world the gospei of effi
ciency through a young and beautiful
woman who shall believe that she is a
* heaven-sent messenger. They kidnap the
orphaned Utile Amesbury girl, playmate
>f Tommy Bfeele, -and conceal her in a
•.avein. In re of a woman, to be molded
Jo their plan as she grows up. Fifteen
ars elapse. Tommy is adopted by Bar-
clay, but loses his heirship on a
hunting trip discovers Celestia. Stilliter
takes Celestia to New York. T<*mmy fol
lows, siie g is away from both of them,
and her real work begins. At Barclays’
invitation she meets a dozen of the busi
ness barons who are converted to ber
new gospel. She attends a ball and makes
an impression on the society world.
Tommy joins the labor ranks. Tommy
plays Joseph to the wife of a modern
Potiphar and is rescued from a lynching
party by Cek-stia. who under Stilliler’s
influence, refuses to speak to him.
TENTH INSTALLMENT
CHAPTER XIV.
Although Kehr had been instructed
to give Celestia every chance to settle
the strike, ami to hinder her in noth
ing. he was still determined to bring
about his own kind of a settlement if
possible. Close-fisted and narrow, he
w'as nevertheless a man with beliefs
and principles for which he was not
only willing to sacrifice his fortune,
but his life if necessary. To Kehr a
man who agreed to work certain hours
for certain wages and then went back
on his agreement was no more to be
considered or treated with than a mad
dog.
Conditions at Bitumen had come to
such a pass that Kehr could see no
possibility of compromise. The coun
try was suffering from what amounted
to a coal famine, and the fault lay, so
Kehr honestly felt, with a group of
two-legged animals who didn't know
enough to come in out of the rain.
He had goaded the strike leaders
until they wore ready to order an
attack on his stockade, and he was
grimly ready and even eager for that
attack to begin. Tommy had thwarted
him once. Now they had sent Celestia
to thwart him again.
Still he received her with politeness,
and told her that he was glad she had
come.
“I’m glad you’ve come, young lady,
because 1 know your theories, and I’m
glad to have the chance of showing
you how impractical they are in the
face of an actual condition. You want
labor and capital to be friends and to
work hand m hand. Can a gunman be
friends with a bishop?”
“Why yes,” said Celestia, “when
they get s<4 they,understand each other.
-day will come when there won’t
be any gunmen.”
“Nor any walking delegates, nor any
fools who spend more than they can
earn and then begin to holler murder
and set off dynamite. Now you just
sit down in that chair, and I’ll tell you
in a nutshell the history of the last
few years that has led up to the pres
ent situation. To begin with I was
a day laborer myself in these coal
fields —”
CWesiia raised her hand in protest,
“Dtjn’t t II me your side of the quar
rel,” ■av said; “tell me theirs. When
your !. art is very hard against a man,
the 1> st way to sot ten it is to say all
the fav ruble things you can think of
about him. I'd ’ike you to tell me all
t! } - ■ things you can think of about
Cause.erf and then I shall go to him
and a ic him to tell me all the good
tilings he can think of about you.”
“From neither of us,” said Kehr
grimly, "will you hear any good of the
other.”
“Then.” said Celestia. smiling gent
ly * shall have to do the talking tor
you uoth.”
\ou can change me into a break
fast food as easily as you can change
Gunsdorf into a human being.”
“Some day you and Gunsdorf will
hands and you’ll both admit that
•you were both wrong.”
“You admit that he’s wrong?”
“Yes. Mr. Kehr, and you too.”
She rose and smiled upon him.
“1 am to come and go as 1 please?”
“If you go among those devils over
there in the town I won’t be responsi
ble for the consequences.”
“But I’ve been among them already.
They were going to hang a man, but
they listened to reason.”
“What man?”
A vision of Mrs. Gunsdorf’s face
floated through Celestia’s mind, and
caused her eyes to narrow a little and
look quite stony.
“A man of no importance,” she said
lightly. “But I shan’t go back to the
town tonight. What is the password?”
He told her.
“I shall talk with some of your men
tonight. And tomorrow I hope you
will have a change of heart.”
She smiled so sweetly at him that
his crabbed old heart actually warmed
toward her, and then she set out alone
in the electric-lighted darkness to ex
plore the strong place which capital
had set up against rebellious labor.
CHAPTER XV.
Kehr must have had a military an
r >stcr from whom he had inherited a
talent (nr making defensive warfare as
MEW TYPE OF MACHINE GUN
Powerful Weapon That Is Being Man
ufactured for the Army of the
United States.
Anew typk of machine gun, an im
provement on the 1904 model of the
Maxim gun made by Hiram Maxim.
.lr. of Hartford, Conn„ has been adopt
ed by the United States army, and
plans are already well advanced for
its manufacture. The local armory is
aiifeiidv constructing a model, which
nasty as possible. From the outside
his stockade surrounding several acres
of ground presented no great obstacle
to an attack in force. It was not as
high as it might have been, nor as
I thick or strong. The tops of the logs
of which it had been built were not
even pointed. It did not seem to have
been pierced with a sufficiency of holes
for rifles. Indeed Mr. Kehr’s stockade
was not so much a defense as a temp
tation. His real defenses began just
inside. For twenty feet the ground
was pitted like a sieve, in each pit a
I pointed stake had been planted, up
i right. Within this ring of mischance
were vicious entanglements of barbed
wire.
In Mr. Kehr's plan of defense the
stockade would be surrendered after a
mere show of resistance, the strikers
swarming over the top would become
i entangled among the staked pits and
the barbed wire like flies in a spider’s
web, and then Kehr could make them
sorry that they had ever been born. He
had two machine guns placed on an
eminence from which they could sweep
the whole inner ring of the stockade.
He had plenty of rifles, plenty of am
munition, and what was more impor
tant he had plenty of men who could
be relied on to shoot down their fel
low men.
If by any chant*? the stockade and
the entanglements were carried, the
assailants would be confronted by an
inner stockade, higher and stronger,
built around a spring and well stocked
with provisions. Hut the attack, Kehr
felt, if it ever did come to a head
would end bloodily and ingloriously
in the barbed wire.
Four feet from the top of the main
stockade on the inner side was a shelf
like walk of heavy planks from which
sentnes could look out upon the world
beyond.
Celestia’s first act of exploration was
to climb a ladder which gave access
to this narrow way and start along it.
Almost instantly the white apparition
was challenged by a sentry.
Celestia gave the password and
made the man tell her what his hours
and duties were.
“Do you really mean,” she said, ‘‘that
if you saw a man out there, and asked
him his business, and got no answer,
that you would try to shoot him?”
“If I saw him in this light,” said the
sentinel, “he’d be so near that 1
wouldn't have to try. I couldn't miss
him.”
“And he might be a deaf man who
didn't hear your challenge, I don’t
think you’d shoot him, would you?
Wouldn’t you just shoot somewhere
near him to frighten him?”
She looked the man steadily in the
face.
“Wouldn’t you?”
“I got no business talking to anyone
when I’m on duty.”
“Wouldn’t you?”
The man made a snuffling noise.
“If 1 hear you fire,” said Celestia, “I
shall know that you’ didn’t shoot to
-kill, shan’t I?”
The sentry, an alert young fellow to
begin with, seemed now to have fallen
into a kind of trance.
“I guess,” he said, “I’d do anything
you said if you looked at me while you
said it.”
Celestia smiled and passed on. She
made the whole tour of the stockade,
instilling merciful feelings into the
heart of each sentry she met. At last,
just as th f e moon was rising and flood
ing the world with light, she came
back to the first sentry. It was easy
to see that he was glad she
back. He drew a long breath and his
eyes brightened.
“Why," she asked, “have almost all
the trees been cut down?”
"So’s we can see the strikers a long
way before they get to us.”
“Then why have they left that one
big grove so near the stockade? They
could take shelter in that, and if they
had a small cannon —”
“But they haven’t.”
“They ought to have, oughtn't they?
If it’s to be a fair fight. But there
won’t be any fight, will there? Still
you haven’t told me why all the trees
have been cut down except that one
grove—see, it’s got a fine old stone
wall around it. If 1 were the captain
of the strikers —”
“It was left standing especial.” said
the sentry, “by Mr. Kehr’s orders.
And he knows why it’s been left, even
if nobody else does. I'm dead certain
of one thing. Anybody who thinks
he’s safe in that grove will be* making
a great big mistake.”
“But why? A bullet can’t go
through a stone wall or a big tree.”
“Do you know what a blast is?”
“I think so.”
“Well, suppose the strikers occupied
that grove in numbers and began to
fire on us. Suppose just then every
tree in the grove blew to pieces and
fell on ’em, and the stone wall sailed
up in the air and fell on ’em, and the
earth they stood on opened up and
swallowed ’em, and shut its mouth
on ’em afterward and wouldn’t let ’em
out?”
“Is that what it’s for?”
*T don’t know, ma’am. You asked
me what it’s for, and I don’t know,
t’ta only telling you what it might be
win be a standard for the army, the
plans for which were secured from
England. This gun overcomes the dif
ficulties of jamming experienced in
both the 1904 Maxim and the Benet-
Mercier machine gun now used by the
army, it being possible to fire 16,000
rounds without jamming. This has
been demonstrated by elaborate tests
made in Texas. The new gun has al
ready been adopted by the English
army, and is now being used in the
European war. In fact, several im
provements have been suggested as a
for. What it would be for. If 1 was
old man Kehr.”
“How would he make it all blow
up?” asked Celestia.
“By electricity. He’d have a switch
somewhere that connected up all the
detonators in the grove. ’
“What is a switch?”
The sentry explained as well as he
could, and after wishing him good
night. Celestia went slowly away,
deeply pondering. -
While she pondered on this, she
heard herself sharply challenged, and
found herself face to face with a
black-bearded man who stood with his
back to a sheet-iron door in the side
of a small sheet-iron house, that had
no windows.
Celestia gave the word for the night
and asked the man what he was guard
ing. /
He shook his head.
“But I want to go in and see for
myself,” said Celestia. “Mr. Kehr
told me that I could go wherever 1
liked.”
“Door locked,” said the man sim
ply, “and Mr. Kehr don’t want anyone
fooling round this building.”
“Haven’t you got the key?”
His eyes were beginning to feel the
magic of her eyes, and his ears of her
voice.
“I have not.”
“But you know where it is?”
“What if I do?”
“Why, you’d tell me, and I could get
it and open this door.”
The man tried to laugh roughly and
failed.
“Where is it?” she asked.
There was a short battle of eyes,
and Celestia as usual conquered.
“Mr. Kehr said you could go where
you liked?”
Celestia simply nodded and contin
ued to look the man in the eyes. He
hesitated a moment, and then leaned
over and lifted a large, flat stone. Un
der the stone a bright nickel-plated
key shone in the moonlight.
“Thank you,” said Celestia. And
she took the key and opened the iron
door of the iron house and went in.
“For God s sake,” said the man, all
trembling now at what he had done;
“don’t touch anything. Only look!”
“Then,” said Celestia, “come and
show me what there is to see. It’s
all dark in here.”
The man followed her hastily into
the building and struck a match.
“That there!” he said in a whisper;
“that there switch. That’s all there is
to see. Now come out. Please do.”
The match had gone out. Celestia
followed the sentry into the ope.n air,
and while he relocked the door, and
rehid the key, she thanked him very
graciously, as if he had done her some
small gracious favor. Well, she had
seen the switch and just before the
match went out, she had read these
words painted on a rectangle of white
cardboard:
“Don’t touch. Dynamite!”
“And what, ’ she said sweetly, “are
your orders about that switch? What
will be the occasion of setting off the
dynamite?”
The sentry affected not to hear.
“You have to tell me,” said Celestia.
After a moment’s silence, he said:
“I’m only to close the circuit ou a
direct order from Mr. Kehr. I don’t
i — ——■ mm —————Mß*
“lt ? s a Trap, if You've Got Any Sense You’ll Get Out Before You Are
Blown Up.”
know why I’m to close it. Or what
will happen if I do.”
“When you do.”* said Celestia, “lots
of poor wives will be left without hus
bands, and lots of poor babies will be
left without fathers.”
The sentry shuddered.
“So you won’t obey that order, will
you ?”
“An order is an order, ma’am.”
“I am giving you an order.”
“I take my orders from Mr. Kehr.”
“The order I am giving you is from
God. Look at me.”
He looked at her, and after a time,
whether the order came to him from
God or not, he knew that he must
obey it.
Celestia strolled away in the moon
light. ‘ Soon," she thought, “I shall
have arranged there shall be no de
fense; I must also arrange that there
shall* be no attack. No wonder they
sent me—so many human beings don’t
seem to be human.”
-v
CHAPTER XVI.
If Celestia had had a square deal
from Kehr she might have reduced
the hostile feelings of the strikers
and the strike-lyeakers to nothing and
brought about peace In Bitumen. But
it was written that while she slept
soundly in the little house which had
been set aside for her use. Kehr. who
result of its use in the present war,
and will be incorporated In the new
model if deemed advisable.
The new Vickers gun. so-named
from the partners of Mr. Maxim, has
its improvements in the feed box, the
cartridges going into the box on a
belt from above instead of below, as
in the 1904 model. In the Benet-Mer
cier gun the feeding is done with flat
strip containing some 30 cartridges.
The gun rests on a tripod, weighs.
65 pounds instead of 34 pounds, and
la water-cooled instead of air-cooled.
THE SEA 00A8T ECHO. BgY ST. LOOTS. MISSISSIPPI
never slept in times of danger, went
on a midnight tour of inspection, and
made certain discoveries which filled
him with anger and anxiety. The
very first sentry whom he talked to
made a damaging confession.
"Seen nothing tonight?” Kehr asked.
"Only the lady, sir.”
"What lady?”
"The lady in white.”
“Oh!”
“Yes, sir.”
The sentry gave the appearance of
one who wishes to speak, but is afraid.
“Well, what is it?”
"After talking with her, sir, I think
I ought to be relieved. My orders is
to shoot to kill- After talking with
her, sir, 1 couldn’t do it.”
"You wouldn’t obey my orders?”
“I couldn’t, sir.”
"When you have been relieved, you
will report at the guard house. You
are a prisoner.”
“Yes, sir.”
Kehr returned his headquarters
and gave orders that all the men then
on sentry duty should be relieved, and
sent to him. From all he obtained
similar confessions to that made by
the first sentry. One by one he inter
viewed every man in his command,
and found, to bis great relief, that only
those on duty at the time when Celes
tia had made her tour of inspection
had been tampered with. These he
had locked up.
Early the next inorning Gunsdorf,
Carson, Cracowitz and Tommy Bar
clay arrived before the gate of the
stockade under the protection of a
white flag, and w r ere admitted pres
ently. after being blindfolded, to a
parley with Kehr. %
“Barclay.” Gunsdorf explained,
“comes on a private matter He
■wants to thank the lady who saved
his life yesterday. If that isn't pos
sible he wishes permission to go
go back to his friends in town.”
“You others have come on business.
Well, I’ll listen to-you once more —if
I can. Barclay may see the lady.”
Tommy was blindfolded once more,
and escorted to Celestia’s house. He
was pushed in, told to take off the
bandage over his eyes, and heard
the door lock behind him.
He found himself in a plain little
sitting room about twelve feet square.
Two doors opened from it, but both
at the moment .vere closed. Of Celes
tia there was neither sight nor sound
Tommy seated himself in a plain
deal chair, and waited. Half an hour
passed. Then he began to call to her.
at first softly and then more loudly:
"Celestia —oh Celestia —where are
3'ou? It’s Tommy."
Presently he heard himself an
swered in a sleepy voice.
"What is it? I’ve just waked up.”
“Don’t trouble then —later will do.
I came to thank you for yesterday,
and to ask why you wouldn't speak to
me. I couldn’t sleep. I had to
come.”
“I’ll come in a little while,” said
Celestia. '"Do you mind waiting?”
After what seemed an eternity to
Tommy she came.
"Oh, Celestia. ’ he said, “you hurt
me so. Why wouldn’t you speak to
me?”
“I don’t quite said hesi
tatingly, “but I will now Only I
don’t want to be thanked. I want to
forget all about that. We can talk
as we go. I am going to talk to the
strikers this morning. Already some
of the men here feel more peaceful.
The main thing is that there mustn’t
be any blood shed until I have had a
chance to make everybody see every
thing in a true light. You stopped
one attack on the stockade. That
was fine!”
"It was common sens£.”
"It was fine! Shall we start now?”
"Have you had breakfast?”
“Some of the strikers will give me
a cup of coffee. That’s all I need.”
She smiled radiantly upon him, and
went to the’door of the house,
"It’s locked.”
“Yes, I know.”
Celestia raised her voice.
"You! without there! Open the
door!”
A stern voice answered her;
"Orders are to keep the door locked
and shoot anybody who tries to leave
the house,”
“What does it mean?”
“This, I think.” said Tommy; “Kehr
wants the stockade attacked. He is
afraid I will -prevent the attack, and
that you will prevent the defense. So
he’s locked us both up. Gunsdorf and
a committee of strikers are with him
now. They will make certain unrea
sonable demands. He will refuse.
as in the case of the Benet-Mercier.
The increased weight Is not so great
as to detract seriously from its in
creased advantages, in the opinion of
experts, the only serious handicap
over the Benet-Mercier being in the
water-cooling device which win require
additional equipment for transporta
tion. The gun will fire 800 rounds a
When they return to the town the at
tack will begin. And if they don’t re
turn to the town by eleven o’clock,
the attack will begin."
Celestia pondered this for a few
minutes. Then she said:
"We ll need all our strength. Have
you had breakfast?”
"I couldn’t eat till I’d seen you and
you'd spoken to me.”
Celestia laughed and once more ap
proached the door.
"How about breakfast?” she called.
"Orders are to supply breakfast on
demand."
"Can you make it breakfast for
two?”
"Certainly.”
Ten minutefc later the door was
opened, a steaming tray was slid
along the floor through the opening,
and the door was once more closed
and locked.
Almost in silence for they were both
very hungry, Celestia and Tommy ate
a hearty breakfast
CHAPTER XVII.
Once again as at the Octagon fire,
Celestia and Tommy found themselves
in agreement. Each was bent upon
saving life. Tommy told Celestia of
; the fighting temper the strikers were
m. and Celestia told Tommy of Kehr’s
preparations for making the defense
of the stockade a shambles of those
who should attack it. She told him,
too, how she had made a beginning of
softened hearts; but seeing that she
had been locked up she feared that
the softened hearts had owned up to
Kehr and been put where they could
do no mercy
“But Tommy,” she said, "they
wouldn’t be such fools as to attack in
broad day, would they?”
"They are very strong numerically,
and very weak in the head Their
cause is just enough, but they always
present it to notice in unjust ways.
Their every passion seems to them an
argument. Labor is its own worst
enemy. What labor needs is friends,
friends of education and experience,
dispassionate men and women with
no ax to grind. If they succeed in
rushing this stockade and massacring
everybody in it. what earthly good
will it do them? None. And they
don’t see it They think capital will
be so frightened that it will simply
curl up its toes and yield to their
every demand. Why, Celestia. there
are men in that, town so ignorant —
you wouldn’t believe it! There are
grown men over there who think
that all the forces of American capital
are impounded in this stockade, and
that if these forces are scotched cap
ital will no longer have anyone to
take un the glove for it. Gunsdorf’s a
wise old fellow. But he’s not in this
game because he loves labor, but be
cause he loves Gunsdorf. Carson is
a fanatic —an honest fanatic. Craco
witz is an out-and-out anarchist. It’s
a pity, because fundamentally theirs
is the side of justice. 1 wish I could
hear what they are saying to old man
Kehr. I’m afraid it won’t be a sooth
ing interview’ for anyone.”
"They came with you?”
Tommy nodded.
"I begged them not to come, but
Gunsdorf would do it. I think —”
“What?”
“I think that if there is an attack
on the stockade Gunsdorf doesn’t want
to be mixed up in it —technically. I
think he intends to make Kehr so an
gry that Kehr will throw him and his
companions into the lockup, white
flag and all. Gunsdorf’s not return
ing at the given time, eleven o'clock
will be the signal for the attack; and
good Lord how r the poor fools will be
slaughtered.”
"If you could get to them, and tell
them about Gunsdorf.”
"They might not believe me, but
if I could get to them I’d certainly
try it.”
“He has no right to lock us up,"
said Celestia. “I wonder how many
men are guarding this house?”
It was only a matter oC moments to
ascertain that there weijp only two.
"Fve got an idea,” she said, "but I
don't like it. That woman put it
into my head.”
“What woman?’
“You know ”
"Mrs. Gunsdorf?"
Celestia nodded.
“That man out in fren lie said,
“is a human being. If he heard a
woman screaming for help, he would
try to help her, w’ouldn’t he?”
"Celestia!”
“Oh, you mustn’t be frightened,"
said Celestia coldly. "You will be
hiding behind that door. When he
rushes in to save me, you will have to
seize him and keep him quiet until we
can get away. But you mustn’t hurt
him.”
"Suppose the other sentry comes,
too?”
"He won’t hear. I’ll only scream —
in moderation.”
Tommy laughed aloud, and Celestia,
forgetting about the Gunsdorf woman,
laughed, too.
The sentry who guarded the front
of the house heard a sound of shades
being drawn, and found that the room
to the left of the front door, had, as it
were, closed its eyes. For a moment
the sentry smiled cynically. Then re
membering the one glimpse he had
had of Celestia, and her wonderful
look of candor and innocence, the
smile faded from his face, and its
place was taken by an expression of
anxiety. Just at that moment the
door knob turned violently this
way and that, and as suddenly was
still again. Then the sentry heard a
voice—a woman's voice—a half
choked voice, full of fear and horror,
that half moaned and half said:
“D-o-n’t! D-o-n’t!”
Then there was a sound of a heavy
Powder Hard to Obtain.
Into the manufacture of shells and
cartridges there enter metals and ex
plosives. The metals are easy to ob
tain and the means of working them
is not difficult. Companies engaged
in other lines of manufacture can
make the metal parts of shells, but
only powder manufacturers can make
the necessary explosives, says Engi
neering Magazine. It would seem prob
able that the production of ammuni
tion has been limited by the supply
of powder rather than by the capaciti
body being dragged away from tile
door.
The sentry didn’t hesitate a mo
ment. He unlocked the door, flung it
open and leaped into the hallway. He
was in time to see Celestia’s heels
bump over the threshold ot the parlor
door as Tommy, half laughing and
half ashamed, dragged her in from
the hall.
The sentry leaped to the rescue of
those heels and their beautiful owner.
The situation with which he found
himself confronted in the parlor was
not, however, in the least what he
expected.
Against the opposite wall stood the
female prisoner—laughing. The male
prisoner was nowhere to be seen.
The gallant sentry’s lower jaw
dropped and hung loosely.
Celestia stopped laughing and come
a step forward, looking the sentry
squarely in the eyes. He had been
— ■■ — 1
** jsSflK
One by One He Interviewed Every
Man on Guard.
warned not to look at her, but he
couldn’t help himself.
“I hope you are not going to shoot
anybody with that gun.”
“No, ma’am.”
“Then put it down.”
* He did so.
“Come here!"
He approached close to her.
“Will you do me a favor?”
"Yes, ma’am.” lie had to say it.
. “Promise?”
“I want you to wait in this room in
the most comfortable chair and not
leave it for an hour Will you do’
that?”
The man was completely hypno
tized.
“Come. Tommy,” said Celestia.
They closed the parlor door after
them and slipped cautiously out of
the house.
But there was no need of caution.
The platform along the stockade
was lined with Kehr’s men, and the
attention of these was engaged with
matters outside the stockade and be
yond.
“By George!” exclaimed Tommy,
“They must be expecting an attack.”
They ran across the open space to
the main gate of the stockade, and
were halted by a sentry.
the pass word of the night before had
not been changed. Celestia gave it,
and rsked the man to open the gate.
He had orders to let no one leave the
stockade.
He found himself looking into a
pair of profound eyes, that somehow
or ether seepicd to muddle his brain.
“You must open It —for me."
He hesitated, then turned slowly,
and began to fumble with the some
what complicated fastenings of the
gate. A few moments later Tommy
and Celestia were in the open
About two hundred yards distant
was the grove, surrounded by a stone
wall, which Kehr had not razed with
the rest of the timber It was swarm
ing with men.
Celestia turned the color of ashes.
And without a word she darted to
ward the grove as fast as she could
run, followed by Tommy.
Cries to stop reached them from the
top of the stockade, but they ran on
“Shall I bring them down, sir?”
“No,” said Kehr. “Damn them!”
His face was convulsed with rage
and disappointment He saw Celestia
spring to the top of the stone wall ajid
begin to speak to the men who
swarmed in the grove. And his fury
knew no bounds. But mingled with
it was a cold streak of caution. He
had but to make a certain signal with
his arm, and the men in that grove
and Celestia and Tommy and the
stone wall and the grove itself would
fly heavemvard in one awful discharge
of dynamite; but that signal he dared
not give.
“Listen to me,” Celestia was crying,
“and believe me. You’ve got to be
lieve me. You think you are sheltered
here. The whole grove is mined. One
spark of electricity and you will all
be blowm to pieces.”
The men hestitate.d, and looked at
her in wonder. Tommy came to her
aid.
“Do you think Kehr would leave
this cover for your benefit? It’s a
trap. If you’ve got any sense at all,
you’ll get out before you are blown
out.”
Kehr, watching from the stockade,
saw his victims beginning to escape.
They left the grove in twos and
threes, sullenly but not. slowly. Ce
lestia. still standing on t,he top of the
wall had turned and faced the stock
ade, her hands on her hips.
So standing the sun shone full upon
her, and she gleamed with a bright
ness and glory that seemed hardly to
belong to this earth.
Even Kehr was moved. True cour
age always moved him. And in his
flinty heart there was a certain sense
of relief. It w;ould have been horrible
to blow so many men to pieces—dogs
and foola though he honestly though*
them.
CTO BE rOMTTXUKn.'
of making the rest of the shells. But
this difficulty is rendered less by the
practice largely followed by shipping
the shells uncharged and letting the
foreign governments insert the pow
der.
Bottles In a Trunk.
If you have to park bottles in a
trunk, tie in the corks and wrap them
in soft towels, garments, etc., and
place in the middle of the trunk away
rom anything the contents would ruin
i' leakage occurs.
PRODUCING EGGS IN WINTER
Keep Before Hens Constant Supply of
High Protein Meat Scrap, Grit
and Fresh Water.
Keep before the hens that you are
using for winter egg production, a con
stant supply of high protein meat
scrap. coTrpplete grit, crushed oyster
shell, and supply fresh, clean water
abundantly and regularly, and see to
H that the water does not become
‘rozen in cold weather, as there has
been no invention forthcoming from
aur geniuses in this line of industry
which will provide the chicken with
an icepick.
Animal food is extremely essential
in securing heavy winter egg yield,
and as a rule, this can best he sup
plied in the form of meat scrap, as it
it the most economical and convenient
form obtainable.
Fowls greatly prefer green-cut bone,
and if it is practical, we should re
spect our feathered friends' tastes as
near as possible.
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BREED FROM VIGOROUS HENS
Ideal Mating for Breeding Purposes Is
Yearling Cocks With Well-Devel
oped Yearling Females.
Ry .T. R. DOUGHERTY. tTnivorsity < r
California. College of Agriculture.)
The production of a large egg con
tainlng a strong embryo and plenty of
nourishment requires that a hen pos
sess well-matured productive organs.
It is necessary that the embryo not
only have plenty of space within the
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Five-Months-Old Barred Rock Pullet,
Owned by Fred Kuntz, Forest Glen,
111.
shell in which to grow but also be sup
plied with an abundance of food mate
rials with which to make that growth.
A pullet does not ordinarily possess
reproductive organs sufficiently w* II
developed to produce such an egg.
Therefore a pullet does not prodme
as good hatching eggs and is not as
desirable for breeding purposes a is
the yearling hen. The .pullet must
necessarily utilize some of her ener
gies in further growth-and develop
meat. After attaining her full 5i,..-,
she still has to fill out. and mature as
well us strengthen her laying orr s
through use.
Among the Mediterranean da. f
fowls, such as the Leghorn and Mmor
ca, the males seem to develop sexually
more rapidly than the females. Well
developed Mediterranean cockerels are
therefore very often used as breeders
when muted with yearling hens. The
ideal mating, however, for breeding
purposes, is that of vigorous yearling
cocks with well-developed yearling
hens.
DAMAGED WHEAT FOR FOWLS
Large Part of Crop Unfit for Milling
Can Be Fed to Poultry —Hold
on to Late Pullets.
The frequent statement that a iarg'
part of the winter wheat crop will
prove unfit for milling should be en
couraging to poultry-keepers as indi
eating cheaper feed this winter Th<
proportion is put at. 60,000,000 to 100,-
000,000 bushels out, of 600.000,000 bush
els. It is said that it can be fed to
hogs. It can also he fed to chickens,
if not too musty. Caution should be
used on that point. “It’s an ill wind
that blows nobody good." and poultry
keepers should not he in haste to mar
ket late-hatched pullets on the ground
that it will cost too much to feed them
until spring.
High Egg Production.
Some of the characteristics in
fowls of high egg production are:
Late molt and rough appearance, pale
shanks, black ear lobes, and wide
spread pelvic bones. The activity of
the fowl is a very good indication of
high egg production.
Cull the Flock Early,
Begin to cull early, selecting the
more promising ones and see that
they have an abundance of room, not
only in yards, but in roosting quar
ters as w r ell.
Let the Horse Roll,
Let the horse have a chance to
roll as often as possible; it will rest
and refresh him. Give him a little
clean earth or a piece of sod to eat
now and then; ha ernes it. and it is
good for his stomach and blood.
Care for Young Horses.
Look out for the weanings and colts
as cold weather approaches. Be sure
that they go into winter quarters in
the pink of condition, for there
wnere the profit comes in.

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