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In the Cosmic club Mr. Algernon
Spofford was a tigure of distinction. Amidst the varied, curious, eccentric, brilliant, and even slightly unbalanced minds which made the organization unique, his was the only wholly solid and stupid one. Hence it was with misgiving that the Ad-Visor opened the door of Iris sanctum to Mr. Spof ford, on a harsh December noon. Out the misgivings were supplanted by pleased surprise when the caller laid in his hand a clipping from a small country town paper, to this effect: HANSOM - LOST LAD FROM HAU \vi< k not drowned nor harmed. Re tained for ransom. Safe and sound to parents for I'iO.OOO. Write, Mortimer Mor ley, General Delivery, N. V. Post Office. Average Jones looked from the ad vertisement to the vacuous smile of Mr. Algernon Spofford. “Algy, who sent this to you?” ‘‘Cousin of mine up in Harwich. 1 used to visit in Harwich, so they asked me to get yon interested in Bailey Prentice’s case. He's the lost boy.” “You’ve done it. Now tell me all you know.” Spofford produced a letter which gave the outlines of the rase. Dailey Prentice’s disappearance, it was set forth, was the lesser of two simultane ous phenomena which violently jarred the somnolent New England village of Harwich from its wonted calm. The greater was the “Marwick meteor ” At ten-fifteen on the night of Decem ber 12. the streets being full of people, coming from the moving picture show there was a startling concussion from the overhanging clouds and the as tounded populace saw a ball of flame plunging earthward, to the northwest of the town, and waxing in intensity as it, fell. Darkness succeeded. But, within a minute, a lurid radiance rose and spread in the night. The aerial holt had gone crashing through an old burn on the Tuxall place, setting it afire. Bailey Prentice was among the very few who did not go to the fire. Taken in connection with the fact that he was fourteen years old and very thor oughly a boy, this, in itself, was phe nomenal. In the excitement of the oc casion, however, his absence was not noted. But when, on the following morning. Rev. Peter Prentice, go ing up to call his son, found the boy’s room empty and the bed untouched, the second sensation of the day was launched. Bailey Prentice had. quite simply, vanished. On the afternoon of December 14 a coat and waistcoat were found on the seashore a mile north of the village. Rev. Mr. Peter Prentice identified the clothes as his son’s. Searching par ties covered the beach for miles, look ing for the body. Preparations were made for tl e funeral services, when anew and astonishing factor was in jected into the situation. An adver tisement. received by mail from New York, with stamps alfixed to the “copy” to pay for its insertion- appeared In the local paper. “And here’s the advertisement.” con cluded Mr Algernon Spofford, indicat ing the slip of paper which he had turned over to Average Joves. Average Jones took train for Har wich and within a few hours was rub bing his hands over an open fire in ttie parsonage, whose stiff and cheer less aspect bespoke the lack of a wom an’s humanizing touch, for Rev. Mr. Prentice was a widower. Overwrought, with anxiety and strain, the haggard clergyman, as soon as he bad taken his visitor’s coat, began a hurried, in consequential narrative, broke off, tried again, fell into an inextricable confusion of words, and. dropping his head in his hands, cried: "I can't tell you. It is all a hopeless '■'unable.” ‘‘Come!” said the younger man en cou. Jingly. “Comfort yourself with the 1 iea that your son is alive, at any rate." ‘ But how can I be sure, even of that?” Average Jones glanced at a copy of the advertisement which he held. “I think we can take Mr. Morley’s word so far.” “Even so; fifty thousand dollars ran som!” said the minister, and stopped with a groan. “Nansense!” said Average Jones heartily. ‘‘You can dismiss the adver tisement as a blind; the second blind. In fact.” % “The second?” •‘Certainly, The first was the cloth ing on the shore. It was put there to create the impression that your son was drowned.” “It seems far-fetched to me,” said Rev. Mr. Prentice doubtfully. “Who would have any motive for doing such a thing?” ‘‘That is what we have to find out. What time did your son go to his room the night of his disappearance?” ‘‘Earlier than usual, as I remember. A little before nine o’clock. He want ed to experiment with anew fishing outfit just given him for his birthday.” ‘T see. Will you take me to his room ?” They mounted to the boy’s quarters, which overlooked the roof of the side porch from a window facing north. The charred ruins of a bam about half a mil© away were plainly visible through this window. “The barn which the meteor de stroyed,” said Rev. Mr. Prentice, point ing It out. One glance was all that Average Jones bestowed upon a spot which, for a few days, had been of national interest. His concern was inside the room. A stand against the wall was littered with bits of shining mechan ism. An unjointed fishing rod lay on the bed. Near at hand were a small screw-driver and a knife with a broken blade. “Were things in this condition when you came to call Bailey in the morn ing and found him gone?” asked Aver age Jones. “Nothing has been touched,” said the clergyman in a low voice. Average Jones straightened up and stretched himself languidly. His voice when he spoke again took on the slow drawl of boredom. One might have thought that he had lost all interest in the case —but for the thoughtful puck er of the broad forehead which belied his halting accents. "Then —er —when Bailey left here he hadn't any idea —of —er —running away.” “I don’t follow you, Mr. Jones.” “Psychology,” said Average Jones. “Elementary psychology. Here’s your son’s new reel. A normal boy doesn’t abandon a brand-new fad when he runs away. It isn’t in boy nature. No, he was taking this ieel apart to study it when some unexpected occurrence checked him and drew him outside.” “The meteor.” “I made some inquiries in the vil lage on my way up. None of the hun dreds of people who turned out for the lire, remembers seeing Bailey about.” “That is true.” “The meteor fell at ten-fifteen. Bailey, it’s probable, was out of the house before the meteor fell.” “I should have heard him go out of the front door.” “That is, perhaps, why he went out of the window,” observed Average Jones, indicating certain marks on the sill. Swinging his feet over, he stepped upon the roof of the porch, and .jeered at the ground below. “And down the lightning rod,” he added. For a moment he stood meditating. “The ground is now frozen hard,” he said presently. “Bailey’s footprints where he landed are deeply marked Therefore the soil must have been pretty soft at the time.” “Very,” agreed the clergyman. “There had been a three-day down pour, up to the evening of Bailey’s dis appearance. About nine o’clock the wind shifted to the northeast, and everything froze hard. There has been no thaw since.” “You seem very clear on these points, Mr. Prentice.” “I noted them specially, having in mind to write a paper on the me teorite for the Congregationalist.” “Ah! Perhaps you could tell me, then, how soon after the meteor’s fall, the barn yonder was discovered to be afire.” “Almost instantly. It was in full blaze within a very short time after.” “How short? Five minutes or so?” “Not so much. Certainly not more than two.” “H’m! Peculiar! Ra —a —a —ather peculiar,” drawled Average Jones. “Particularly in view of the w'eather.” “In what respect?” ‘.‘ln respect to a barn, water-soaked by a three-day rain bursting into flame like tinder.” “It had not occuired to me. But the friction and heat, of the meteorite must have been extremely great.” “And extremely momentary except as to the lower floor, and the fire should have taken some time to spread, from that. However, to turn to other matters —” He swung him self o\ rr the edge of the roof and went briskly down the lightning rod. Back in the study, Average Jones sat meditating a few moments. Pres ently he asked: “Did you go the spot where your son’s clothes were found?” “Y T es. Some time after.” “Where was It?” “On the seashore, some half a mile to the. east of the Tuxall place, and a little beyond.” “Is there a roadway from the Tuxall place to the spot?” “No; I believe not. But one could go across the fields and through the barn to the old deserted roadway.” “Ah. There’s an old roadway, is there?” “Y r es. It skirts the shore to join Boston pike about three miles up.” “And how far from this roadway were your son’s clothes found?” “Just a few. feet.” “H’m. Any tracks In the roadway?” “Yes. I recall seeing some buggy tracks and being surprised, because no one ever drives that way.” “Then it is conceivable that your son’s clothes might have been tossed from the passing vehicle, to the spot where they were discovered.” “Conceivable, certainly. But 1 can see no ground for such a conjecture.” “How far down the road, in this di rection, did the tracks run?” “Not beyond the fence-bar opening from the Tuxall field. If that is what you mean.” “It is, exactly. Do you know this Tuxall?” “Hardly at all. He is very jealous of his precious meteor, and guards the ruins of the barn, where it lies, with a shotgun.” "Indeed? He promises to be an interesting study. Meantime, I’d like to look at your son’s clothes,” From a closet Mr. Prentice brought out a coat and waistcoat of the "pep per-and-salt” pattern which Is sold by the hundreds of thousands the whole country over. These the visitor ex amined carefully. The coat was caked with mud, particularly thick on one shoulder. He called the minister’s at tention to It “It would be from lying wet on the shore,” said Rev. Mr. Prentice. “Not at all. This Is mnd, not sand. And it's ground or pressed in. Has anyone tampered with these since they were found?” “I went through the pockets.” Average Jones frowned. "Find any thing?” "Nothing of importance. ▲ handker chief, some odds and ends of string— oh, and a paper with some gibberish on It.” “What was the nature of this gib berish ?” ‘‘Why, it might have been some sort of boyish secret code, though it was hardly decipherable enough to Judge from. I remember some flamboyant adjectives referring to something three feet high. I threw the paper into the waste basket.” Turning that receptacle out on the table. Average Jones discovered in the debris a sheet of cheap, ruled paper, covered with penciled words in print characters. Moat of these had been crossed out in favor of other words or sentences, which in turn had been “scratch d.” Evidently the writer had been toilfully experimenting toward some elegance or emphasis of expres sion. which persistently eluded him Amidst the wreck and ruin of rhetoric, however, one phrase stood out clear: “Stupendous scientific sensation.” Below this was a huddle and smudge of words, from which adjectives dart ed out like dim flames amidst smoke. “Gigantic” showed in its entirety, fol lowed by an unintelligible erasure. At the end of this line was the legend “3 Feet High.” “Veritable Visitor,” ap peared below, and beyond it, what seemed to be the word “Void.” And near the foot of the sheet the student of all this chaos could make out, faint ly but unmistakably, “Marvelous Man-1 —(the rest of the word being cut off by a broad smear of black) Monster 3 Feet.” The remainder was wholly undecipherable. “You —er —threw this in the —er — waste basket,” he drawled. “In which pocket was it?” “The waistcoat. An upper one. I be lieve. There was a pencil there, too.” “Have you an old pair of shoes of Bailey’s?” asked the visitor abruptly. “Why, I suppose so. In the attic somewhere.” “Please bring them to me.” Rev. Mr. Prentice left the room. No sooner had the door closed after him than Average Jones jumped out of his chair, stripped to his shirt, caught up the pepper-and-salt waistcoat, tried it on, buttoned it across his chest with out difficulty; then thrust his arm in to the coat which went with it, and wormed his way, effortfully, partly into that. He laid it aside only when he had determined that he cOuld get it no further on. He was clothed and in his right garments when Rev. Mr. j* v ' , . * ipiiiipiiMß&Mifiif- : mm i <? , Vi I 1 ■■ MHi v-^&/.. v ' T „* I,BBBL j ✓v? : :_•:■:•:•:•:•• . •:■:■:■:•:•:■*•;•::. y.. .- 1 . 1 1 ■ ■'.■. ■'/■/'■ . ■•:;;X>:*;:j if, : - ,:V- % r i miMriiiiiiiiir • - -..; ' was*^ V •> Q> :vi vvv - . f ;'•■ /** •....>*,■.£> - ' ■’ *:-: : S; : : : : : x .. .liuni . ,vi.-V v: v .v VCv .:.•... A Sheet of Ruled Paper, Covered With Penciled Words. Prcntice returned with a much-worn pair of shoes. “Will these do?” he asked. Average Jones hardly gave them the courtesy of a glance. “Yes,” he said indifferently, and set them aside. “Have you a timetable here?” “Y T ou’re going to leave?” cried the clergyman, in sharp disappointment. “In just half an hour,” replied the visitor, holding his finger on the time table. “Mr. Jones, are you giving up the attempt to discover what became of my boy?” “I know what became of him.” The minister put out a hand and grasped the back of a chair for sup port. His lips parted. No sound came from them. Average Jones carefully folded the paper of “gibberish” and tucked it away in his card case. “Bailey has been carried away by two people in a buggy. They were strangers to the town. He was in jured and unconscious. They still have him. Incidentally, he has seriously in terfered with a daring and highly in genious enterprise. That is all I can tell you at present.” The clergyman found his voice. “In the name of heaven, Mr. Jones,” he cried, “tell me who and what these people are.” “I don’t know who they are. I do know what they are. But it can do no good to tell you the one until I can find out the other. Be sure of one thing. Bailey Is in no further danger. You’ll hear from me as soon as I have anything definite to report.” With that. Rev. Mr. Prentice had to be content; that and a few days later, a sheet of letter paper bearing the business imprint of the Ad-Visor and inclosing this advertisement: WANTED —3 FT. TYPE FOR SENSA tional Bill Work. Show samples. De livery in two weeks. A, Jones, Ad-Visor, Astor Court Temple. N. Y. City. As the answers came in to Average Jones, he put them aside, because none of the seekers for business was able to “show samples.” Finally there came a letter from Hoke & Hollins of Rose street. They would like Mr. Jones to call and inspect some special type up on which they were then at work. Mr. Jones called. The junior member re ceived him. “Quite providential, Mr. Jones,” he said. “We're turning out some single letter, hand-made type of just the size you want. Only part of the alphabet, however. Isn’t that a fine piece of lettering!” He held up an enormous M to the admiration of his visitor. “Excellent!” approved Average Jones. “I’d like to see other letters; A, for example.” THB SMA COAST ECHO, BAY BT, LOOTS. MISSISSIPPI Hr. Hollis produced a symmetrical A. “And now, an R. If you please; and perhaps a V.” . Mr. Hollis looked at his visitor with suspicion. “You appear to be selecting the very letters which 1 have.” he re marked. “Those which —er —would make up the —er —legend, ‘Marvelous Manlike Monster/ " drawled Average Jones. “Then you know the Farleys,” said the print man. “The Flying Farleys,” said Average Jones. “They used to do ascensions with firework trimmings, didn’t they? No; I don’t exagfly know them. But I’d like to.” “That’s another matter,” retorted Mr. Hollins, annoyed at having be trayed himself. “This type is decided ly a private—even a secret —order. 1 had no right to say anything about it or the customers who ordered it.” “Still, you could see that a letter left here for them reached them. 1 suppose." After some hesitation, the other agreed. Average Jones sat down to the composition of an epistle which should be sufficiently imperative with out being too alarming. Having com pleted this delicate task to his satis faction he handed the result to Mr. Hollins. “If you haven't already struck off a proof of that line, you might do so,” he suggested. “I’ve asked the Far leys for a print of it; and I fancy they’ll be sending for one.” Leaving the shop he went directly to a telegraph office, where he dis patched two messages to Harwich. One to Rev. Peter Prentice. The other was to the local chief of police. On the following afternoon Mr. Pren tice stood trembling in the anteroom of the Ad-Visor's suite. With the briefest word of greeting Average Jones led him into nis private office, where a white-faced, clear-eyed boy. with his head swathed in bandages, sat waiting. As the Ad-Visor closed the door after him, he heard the breathless, boyish “Hello, father,” merged in the broken cry of Rev. Pe ter Prentice. Five minutes he gave father and son. When he returned to the room, carrying a loose roll of reddish paper, he was followed by a strange couple. The woman was plumply muscular. Her attractive face was both defiant and uneasy. Behind her strode a wiry man of forty. His chief claim to no- tice lay in an outrageously fancy waistcoat, which was ill-matched with his sober, commonplace, “pepper-and salt” suit. “Mr. and Mrs. Farley, Rev. Mr. Pren tice,” said Average Jones in introduc tion. “The strangers in the wagon?” asked the clergyman quickly. “The same.” admitted the woman briefly. Rev. Mr. Prentice turned upon Far ley. “Why did you want to steal my boy away?” he demanded. “Didn’t want to. Had to,” replied that gentleman succinctly. “Let’s do this in order,” suggested Average Jones. “The principal actor's story first. Speak up, Bailey." “Don’t know my own story,” said the boy with a grin. “Only part of it. Mrs. Farley’s been awful good to me, takin’ care of me an’ all that. But she wouldn’t tell me how I got hurt or where I was when I woke up.” "Naturally. Well, we must piece it out among us. Now, Bailey, you were working over your reel when you looked out of your window and saw a queer light over at the Tuxall place.” “That’s what! ” corroborated the boy. “A kind of flame shot up from the ground. Then it spread a little. Then it went out. And there were people running around it.” "Ah! Someone must have got care less with the oil,” observed Average Jones. “That fool Tuxall!” broke in Farley with an oath. "It was him gummed the whole game.” “Mr. Tuxall, I regret to say,” re marked Average Jones, “has left for parts unknown, so the Harwich au thorities inform me, probably foresee ing a charge of arson.” "Arson?” repeated Rev. Mr. Prentice in astonishment. "Of course. Only oil and matches could have made a barn flare up, after a three days’ rain, as his did. Now. Bailey, to continue. You ran across the fields to the Tuxall place and went around —let me see; the wind had shifted to the noftheast—yes; to the northeast of the barn and quite a dis tance away. There you saw a man at work In his shirt.” "Well—Hl—be— jiggered!” said the boy in m- isured tones. "Where were you hiding, Mr. Jones?" "Not behind the tree there, any way,” returned the Ad-Visor with a chuckle. “There is a tree there, I suppose?” "Yes; and there was something alive tied up In it with a rope.” “Well, not exactly alive,” returned Average Jones, “though the mistake is a natural one.” \ "I tell you, I know/’ persisted Bailey. "While Mr. and Mrs. Farley were workin’ over, some kind of a box, I shinned up the tree.” "Bold young adventurer! And what did you find?" "One of the limbs was shakin’ and thrashin’. I crawled out on It. 1 guess it was kind o’ crazy In me, but I was goin’ to find out what was what If I broke my neck. There was a rope tied to it, and some big thing up above pullin’ and jerkin’ at it, tryin’ to get away. Pretty soon, Mr. and Mrs. Farley came almost under me. He says: ‘ls Tuxall all ready?’ and she say’s: ‘He thinks we ought to wait half an hour. The street’ll be full of folks then.' Then he says: ‘Well, I hate to risk it. but maybe it’s better.’ Just then, the rope gave a twist and came swingin’ over on me, and knocked me right off the limb. I gave a yell and then I landed. Next I knew' I was in bed. And that’s all." “Now I’ll take up the wondrous tale," said Average Jones. “The Farleys, nat urally discomfited by Bailey’s abrupt and informal arrival, were in a quan dary. Here was an inert boy on their hands. He might be dead, which would be bad. Or, he might be alive, which would be w'orse, if they left him.” ‘‘How so?" asked Rev. Mr. Prentice. “Why, you see,” explained Average Jones, “they couldn’t tell how much he might have seen and heard before he made his hasty descent. He might have enough information to spoil their whole careful and elaborate plan." “But what in the world was their plan?” demanded the minister. “That comes later. They took off Bailey’s coat and waistcoat, perhaps to see if his back was broken (Farley nodded), and finding him alive, tossed his clothes into the buggy, where Far ley had left his own. completed their necessary work at top speed, and left the final performance to Tuxall. One of them conceived the idea of tossing Bailey's clothes upon the seabeach to establish a false clue of drowning, un til they could decide what was to be done with him. In carrying this out they made the mistake which lighted up the whole trail." “Well, I don’t see it at all," said Farley glumly. “How did you ever get to us?” Average Jones mildly contemplated the mathematical center of his ques tioner. “New waistcoat?” he asked. “Damn!” exploded Farley in sudden enlightenment. “Just so. Your waistcoat got mixed with the boy’s clothes, which are of the same common pattern, and was tossed out on the beach with his coat.” “The ad, Tim!” cried the woman. "Don’t you remember, you couldn’t find the rough draft you made while we were waiting?” “That’s right, too,” he said. “It was in that waistcoat. But it didn’t have no name on it.” "Then, that,” put in Rev. Peter Pren tice. “was the scrawled nonsense—” “Which you—er threw into the waste basket,” drawled Average Jones with a smile. “But what does all this talk of peo ple at work in the dark, and arson, and a mysterious creature tied m a tree lead to?” "It leads,” said Average Jones, “to a very large rock, much scorched, and with a peculiar carving on it, which now lies imbedded in the earth be neath Tuxall’s barn.” “If you’ve seen that,” said Farley, “it’s all up.” “I haven’t seen it. I’ve inferred it. But it’s all up, nevertheless.” “Serves us right,” said the woman disgustedly. “I wish we and never heard of Tuxall and his line of bunk.” “Mystification upon mystification!” cried the clergyman. “What connec tion—” “Pardon me, one moment. The ‘live thing’ in the tree was a captive bal loon. The box on the ground was a battery. The wire from the battery was connected with a firework bomb, which, when Tuxall pressed the switch, exploded, releasing a flaming ‘dropper,’ About the time the ‘dropper’ reached the earth,Tuxall lighted up his well oiled barn. All Harwich, having had its attention attracted by the explo sion, and seen the portent with its own eyes, believed that a huge meteor had fired the building. So Tuxall & Cos. had a well-attested wonder from the heavens. That’s the little plan which Bailey’s presence threatened to wreck. It was a big stake. Do you begin to see the meaning of the big print now?” “I’ve heard nothing about big prints,” said the puzzled clergyman. Escape From Prison Futile When a prisoner escapes from this institution the news is printed in the daily papers and outside in the world there seems to be quite a hullaballoo over it. Here, inside, it is different, says the New Era, federal penitentiary, Leavenworth. Hardly a ripple of ex citement is caused. Many seem inter ested in a casual way, but regret the rashness that prompted the act, main ly because there is such a pitiably small percentage of those who escape that are not caught and brought back. Their fellow prisoners regret their loss of good time and privileges occa sioned by their attempt. You often hear expressions such as this; “How foolish. They’ll get him, sure, poor devil,” etc. Then again the fellow who thinks he can get away makes a lot of unnecessary work for the men in the printing office. These fellows do the work without a murmur, as pris oners do everywhere in the place, but it all looks foolish to them. When a man makes bis escape— that is. of course, where he cWes not violate the oath of a “trusty”—you will hear men wish him well and in the same breath express sympathy for him. "W T ish him luck, but what chance has he got?” Is a common expression. There's not much use breaking out of cell and spoiling cell bars. If you can’t get out of the cellhouse. It doesn’t take a lightning calculator to figure, that out. It is just as foolish to break out of a cellhouse if you can t get out of the yard. Now v if nineteen out of twenty that get beyond the walls are caught and brought back, what’s the use breaking out of prison at all? Of course, it gives the prison i “Pardon me. you’ve heard but you haven’t understood. However, to go on, Tuxall and our friends her© fixed up a plan on the prospects of a rich harvest from public curiosity and credulity. Tuxall planted a big rock under the barn, fixed it up appropriate ly with torch and chisel and sent for the Parleys, who are expert fire work and balloon people, to counter feit a meteor.” “Amazing!” cried the clergyman. “Such a meteor, furthermore, as had never been dreamed of before. If you were to visit Tuxall’s barn, you would undoubtedly find on the bowlder un derneath it a carving resembling a hu man form, a hoax more ambitious than the Cardiff giant. He carted the rock “I Shinned Up the Tree.” in from some quarry and did the scorching and carving himself. I sup pose.” “And you discovered all that in a half day’s visit to Harwich?” asked Rev. Mr. Prentice incredulously. “No, but in half minute’s reading of the ‘gibberish’ which you threw away.” “Taking from the desk the reddish roll which he had brought into the room with him, he sent the loose end of it wheeling across the floor until it lay. fully outspread. In black letters against red, the legend glared and blared its announcement; MARVELOUS MANLIKE MONSTER! “Those letters. Mr. Prentice,” pur sued the Ad-Visor, “measure just three feet from top to bottom. I had the combination of a circus poster, an al leged meteor which burned down a barn in a highly suspicious manner, and an apparently purposeless kid naping. All that I had to do, then, was to find the deviser of the three-foot poster. He was sure to be Bailey’s abductor.” “Say,” said Farley with conviction, “I believe you’re the devil’s first cousin." “When you left me in Harwich,” said Rev. Peter Prentice, before Average Jones could acknowledge this flatter ing surmise, “you said that strangers had done the kidnaping. How could you tell they were strangers then?” “From the fact that they didn’t know who Bailey was, and had to advertise him, indefinitely, as ‘lost lad from Harwich.’ ” “And that there were two of them?” pursued the minister. “I surmised two minds: One that schemed out the ‘planting’ of the clothes on the shore; the other, more compassionate, that promulgated the advertisement.” “Finally, then, how could you know that Bailey was injured and uncon scious?” “If he hadn’t been unconscious then and for long after, he’d have revealed his identity to his captors, wouldn’t he?” explained the Ad-Visor. There was a long pause. Then the woman said timidly: “Well, and now what?” “Nothing,” answered Average Jones. “Tuxall has got away. Mr. Prentice has recovered his son. You and Far ley have had your lesson. And I —” “Yes. and you, Mr. Detectiveman," said the woman, as he paused. “What do you get out of it?” Average Jones cast an affectionate glance at the sprawling legend which disfigured his floor. “A unique curio in my own special line,” he replied. “An ad which never has been published and never will be. That’s enough for me.” officials nice trips across country, and spectators a great show as they bring a fellow back In irons. So, what’s the use? Edison’s New Invention. Undoubtedly the tiniest tube which has ever been made has been recently accomplished by Edison as revealed in a recent patent grant to him for an im provement in the filament for incan descent lamps and tfe process of mak ing the same. By this means he se cureo a filament of extremely refrac tory metal, such as tungsten or tan talum of great homogeneity and of such extreme fineness that a relatively great resistance can be secured, where by lamps of high voltage and low can dle power can be made. The metal is electrically deposited in the shape of a vapor in a vacuum upon a receiving surface, which is afterward dissolved, leaving a sheet that is thinner than gold leaf. This is cut into strips and rolled over a mandrel to form a hair like tube, which is made into a loop and used in the incandescent lamp. His Sentiment. “What are your political senti ments ?” “I don’t know for sure,” replied Senator Sorghum. ‘“Out where I come from they don’t let you have senti ment in politics.” Safety First. ‘ How do you make a Welsh rabbit?” ‘ 1 get an egg and some cheese.” “And do you mix them?” “No, I eat the egg and let some body else take a chance on the cheese.” |||pf WHOLESOME FEED FOR SOWS Special Attention Should Bo Given to Animal Expected to Farrow Strong, Healthy Pigs. The brood sow that is expected to farrow good, strong healthy pigs should receive a little special atten tion. During the first few weeks of pregnancy there is little extra demand on the mother, but later in the period the fetus Is developing rapidly, and the extra care is necessary. The brood sow must have plenty of clean, wholesome feed. The feed Extra Fine Specimen. should not be fattening, but succulent and somewhat laxative. Roots, kale or fine clover hay are good winter green feeds. The hay is not green, but has the same effect on the digestion. Clover or alfalfa hay may be fed in racks where the sow can help herself at will. Do not force her to make her living altogether from this diet, but it supplements the grain very nicely. Don’t starve the sow and expect to get a strong litter of pigs. It Is best to have the sows separated from the rest of the hogs, and if the old sows fight the younger ones make a further separation. It doesn’t pay to subject the pregnant sow to punish ment. Oftentimes they are found in the steer feed lot, where they are bunt ed around too much. Of course it is best not to shut them up in the far rowing pen until a few weeks before farrowing. They should be in there, however, long enough be '-band to become accustomed to the. place. If you wait until the sow has picked her bed or nest, trouble may result. Keep the sow well fed, w- ;1 exercised, and itjf clean quarters for best result: when I comes to farrowing time. SHEEP REQUIRE DRY SHELTER In Ordinary Climate House for Ani mals May Be iConstructed of One Thickness of Boards. Contrary to general opinion, sheep as well as any other class of farm animals require clean, dry shelter. It is especially important that the feet and fleece be kept dry. If their quar ters are dry and clean the sheep will stand very cold weather without dis comfort or disease. There must bo ample ventilation, for sheep, if closely crowded, sweat badly and quickly uso up the oxygen in the air, but there must be no drafts as sheep are easily subject to colds. In the ordinary climate the sheep barn may be constructed of one thick ness of matched boards. It should be large enough to house the entire flock without crowding. Windows enough to permits lots of sunshine to enter and clean, dry bedding under foot are necessities. The lambing pens should be of warmer construction than the general shed. * RIGHT WAY TO CATCH SHEEP Get Him Either by Hind Leg or Plac ing Hand Under Jaw— Never Grab Him by the Wool. It is improper to catch a sheep by Its wool. Butchers know what it means to the poor animal, for It leaves a black or blue mark or bruise on the carcase, which interferes w ith the sale of it. Catch a sheep either by the hind leg or by placing the hand underneath the jaw hr neck. When using a crook, aim to catch a sheep above the gambrel joint, as there is danger of injuring the leg when catching it below this joint. REMOVE YOUNG PIGS’ TUSKS Voungsters Often Use Teeth in Fight ing for Possession of Teat —Not a Difficult Job. When young pigs are nursing they will often fight one another for the possession of a teat, and at that early age will make use of their tusks. The results are many lacerated mouths Th© teats of the sows sometimes be come sore from the same cause. The removal of the tusks is the best way to prevent these troubles. This is done by taking a pig under the left arm, the mouth Is then opened and the tusks are broken off near the gums on both sides of the mouth. Home Still Is King. The demand for heavy draft horses for breeding purposes does not make It appear that the tractor and the mo tor truck have crowded the horse off the road. Better Price for Horse. A horse that is offered for sale will bring a better price if he is in good flesh and is sleek and glossy. Ventilate Out Profits, Cracks in the wall ventilate thft profits out of the stable.