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me game • -n A SnraDOGRTdNT HMMUOTAIW BMUMM) BiM RANK n SPEARMAN * AUTHOR OF “WHISPERING SMITH." “THE MOUNTAIN DIVIDE." "STRATEGY OF GREAT RAILROAD/." ETC NOVELIZED FROM THE MOVING PICTURE PLAY OF THE SAME NAME. PRODUCED BY THE SIGNAL FILM CORPORATION. armcm 1915 rr PRANK H SPLARMAN SYNOPSIS. Little Helen Holmes, daughter of Gen era) Holmes, railroad man, is rescued from imminent danger on a scenic rail road. by George Storm, a newsboy. Grown to young womanhood Helen makes a spec tacular double rescue of Storm, now a freight fireman, and of her father and his friends, Amos Rhinelander, financier, and Robert Seagrue, promoter, from a threat ened collision between a passenger train and a runaway freight. Safebreakers em ployed by Seagrue, and Capelle, his law yer. interrupted by Helen while steal ing Cent ral Holmes' survey plans of the cut-off line for the Tidewater, fatally wound General Holmes and escape. Storm and Helen chase the murderers on a light engine and capture them. Spike has hidden the plans and manages to inform Seagrue where they are cached. THIRD INSTALLMENT CHAPTER 111. . c-. death of Helen’s father dis jlosei at once the serious weakness v.: his monetary affairs. He had de veloped his valuable railroad proper ties without capital of his own ade quate to finance them. He was the nominal head of great transportation projects: he had been, in truth, the brain and energy of these, but the ac tual control belonged to eastern bank ers who had supplied the funds to put them through. And -with General Holmes’ death his daughter was brought face to face with this fact. In the library of her home the attor neys for the estate were already gath ered to discuss its affairs. Amos Rhinelander, her father’s faithful friend —indeed, the sole friend among the general’s many associates that now manifested the slightest interest in the fate of his unfortunate daughter— was present that morning. With him, however, as if to offset the benefit of his presence, was his already criminal ly compromised nephew, Seagrue. Helen, who had been summoned to the library, walked down from her room to join the little company. To Seagrue, who, in apprehension, had absented himself since the night of the tragedy, she never had looked so pleasing as she now did. Much w r as in Seagrue’s mind and something of it all reflected itself in his face. A score of times his un principled recklessness had led him close to criminal lengths; now, it had carried him from a simple suggestion unscrupulously assented to, to robbery and to murder —the murder of General Holmes himself by Capelle’a hired tools. He w'as as yet too new in his path of crime to feel indifferent to the fearful consequences. Where he stood, unobserved by the others, he took out of a wallet drawn from his pocket a cuff cut from a shirt and reread a screw-1 written on it by Spike, his convict accomplice, advis ing him that the stolen survey was hidden under the south end 6f Little San Pablo bridge. With some trivial excuse for absent ing himself. Seagrue left the house, Gave Helen the Message She Asked For. got in his runabout car and started for the San Pablo bridge. He found the document where Spike had hid* den it. Helen, in the interval, conferring with her attorneys, and with Amos Rhinelander at hand to soften the blow' as best he could, was learning bit by bit the completeness of her fa ther’s financial ruin through his sud den death. In matter of fact, all that remained of his free assets was the recently alloted block of stock —now an item of merely nominal value—in the new cut oil line. Long after the attorney had gone, Rhinelander re mained. "It’s not that the stock is worthless, Helen.” he c<v*d —they were again to gether in the library. “If the new’ line is ever what your father hoped it would be, the Investment may yet prove of the greatest value.” What the Duke Said. The Duke of Wellington, of course, never said “Up guards, and at ’em!” at Waterloo, but is it generally known how near he came to saying it? Sir Herbert Maxwell, In his biography of the duke, points out what is the prob able origin of the pleasing legend. Late in the afternoon of that memor able June 18 the first and second bat talions of the Third Chasseurs were foremost in the attack on Mout-Saint- Jean. They had reached a crossroad, unaware that the British troops were Seagrue, during the little talk, had returned and sat examining reports at the other end of the library. He could overhear Rhinelander’s reassuring w-ords to Helen. ‘‘The Copper Range and Tidewater will continue opera tions just as fast as money can be raised,” his uncle was saying. “We can begin the work of building the cut-off where it leaves the main line. Meantime, we will send out new sur veying parties on reconnoissance to try to relocate the pass through the Super stition range. All may come well yet, little girl.” He patted her hand, rose and left her. Seagrue at a distance studied the outline of the slender figure and the striking silhouette of Helen’s head and neck as she stood looking out on the rain-beaten landscape. He walked over to where she remained oblivious to his presence and ven tured a few carefully chosen words of sympathy. Nothing so despicable, so pusillanimous as’this had ever marked his career, but he had groomed him self for anything. “I am in a position, Helen,” he w-ent on, "perhaps a better position than any among your father’s friends, to take up his work where he left it off. His murderers are in Jail —I will undertake to see to their punishment. His new line can be made a valuable property. I am willing and able to provide the means to put it through. But I am alone, as you know. I care for nc one other than you—l’ve told you that. Let me take your troubles. Be my wife.” “I have told you,” she said, ing down but speaking quick and firm ly, "that I can’t listen to you on that subject. Could you possibly expect me to do so at a moment like this —my father —” her voice faltered —"scarce- ly buried!” She put her handkerchief to her face and walked away. Swallowing his hu miliation with a resolve to conquer her obstinacy yet, he followed her with his gaze up the stairs. Then he sauntered over to the table at which she had been conferring with his uncle. There lay the bundle of stock certificates. He felt so completely master of the situa tion that he involutarily made a ges ture as if to tear the batch in two. Rhinelander, coming into the library at that moment from his room, saw the movement. He took the securities im patiently from Seagrue’s hand. "You treat these as if they were waste pa per. They are not. On the contrary, if I have my way that cut-off is going to be built,” he declared emphatically. Leaving him, Rhinelander went up stairs to find Helen. “Put these cer tificates away, my dear,” he said with seriousness. “Although they don’t stand for much now —” he paused — "some day I may call on you for them.” Seagrue, laughing a little to himself had turned, when his uncle walked away, to light a cigarette. As he did this a servant approached him bearing a shabby-looking, finger-marked note. It bore no address. Seagrue opened the envelope and road: "Somebody will have to help me out of here or I’ll squeal. No more at present from SPIKE.” It was a blunt shock. But Seagrue knew from what Capelle, his lawyer, had told him, that this man meant always what he said. He pondered his dilemma for a time, decided what must be done, asked a servant for his hat and coat and hastening out headed his car for Cedar Grove, where Spike and Hyde lay incarcerated. Ar ranging by telephone as soon as he reached the little town for a meeting with Capelle, Seagrue- inquired his way to the prison. The jailer had brought Spike his noonday meal —a dish of stew, a loaf of soggy bread and a tin of coffee — and Spike was settling himself on his iron cot when Seagrue, with the jailer, entered his cell. Greetings passed between Seagrue and Spike as they met and the two exchanged a few bluffing remarks, cal culated to mislead the listening offi cial. But Spike s roving eyes riveted themselves gradually on the bunch of jangling keys carried by the jailer in his hand. When the jailer looked his way, the bullet head of Spike was down and his eyes were fixed on the loaf of heavy bread from which he was tearing great chunks to eat. A thought had come into his head and if it could be successfully acted on, it of fered a faint hope of escape. "Watch ing his opportunity, he managed after some effort to make Seagrue under stand what he wanted, i. e., that he should occupy for a while the jailer’s attention. In the meantime, while Spike’s iron jaw was grinding at a chunk of the crust, he was tearing out the center of the loaf of bread with his hand and kneading the dough thus filched within his palm. Seagrue made a good confederate, and without much trouble Ivins behlid the wayside banks, ac cording to orders, to remain prone when under fire but not actually en gaged. Then, at the proper moment, Wellington’s voice was heard, clear above the storm, “Stand up, guards!” It was Maitland’s brigade of guards that thus “stood up,” and, with a vic torious rush, swept the chasseurs out of the combat. In times of peace London contains 16 embassies and legations representa tive of foreign countries. engaged the jailer’s interest. H was then that Spike, leaning back, man aged, undetected, to para the dough around the key that opened the lock of his own cell; in an instant be.had the coveted impression. A bell warned the Jailer that the visitor’s time was up. In parting, the confederates shook hands. As they did so, Spike slipped the dough, unob served, 1 into Seagrue’s palm and suc ceeded in conveying to him by signs an intimation of what he had given him. Capelle, who bad arrived on Sea grue’s peremptory summons, at the ap pointed place, some distance from the jail, awaited Seagrue there with a grin: "Some expedition you’ve em barked on!” Seagrue was in po mood for Joking. "One you shoved me into,” he retort ed £*urlily. He curtly told his confed erate what had occurred. Then he drew from his overcoat pocket Spike’s handful of dough, showed it to Ca pelle and explained what it was. “Have a key made tonight from this impres sion ; meet me here tomorrow with It,” The following afternoon Seagrue was again at the jail—this time, os tensibly, to visit Hyde. Passing Spike’s cell, a dust coat hanging some what ostentatiously from his arm, Sea grue paused to greet him. In doing this to took occasion to lay his fin gers on one of the bars of the cell door; as he said good morning the new key dropped from his hand inside the barred door. Spike’s foot at once cov ered it. Moving on, Seagrue let fall from his arm one of the two dust coats which he was in reality carrying. Spike, dropping like a cat on his knee, whipped the fallen garment swiftly in between the bars, and while Seagrue and the jailer remained with Hyde, Spike made a rapid change of clothing. Slipping into the dust coat he found in one of the pockets a cap and a pair of goggles thoughtfully stowed. And watching his chance for the corridor to be empty, he cautiously unlocked his cell door, peered out and swung mSuffy -.v. ,v >>s<*v>2a . . KRSf *i - JuMBBK''.Vv-::.. ^>ct v* -'• 4 • *■ ** Wmm. Wv iiiMWlila., JL< HHB J& y &&S6SSjyftwKH*nlii>iiHißßMKoQßQSßbJx'x*ffiy3ffi<SßKyjxffi • p.y v %• .yCjKSr 'S-,. ..' • • -jaßj,... v -' ‘ j^l'‘^i'^,^.i^'7s^^^ £: '®''' i ? , ' &£* IHI nv Gave Her a Note to the Agent at Signal Station. the dour noiselessly open. Hardly a moment after the jailer and Seagrue had left Hyde’s cell, Spike walked boldly up the corridor —his avenue of escape was open. In Helen’s home two days practi cally completed the rapid tragedy of her changed circumstances. Her maid, whom she told she could no longer keep, had gone in tears —and the coun try seat as well as the town house had been given over with furnishings to creditors. Vans stood backed up in the front driveways and the library itself, scene of her cruelest misfor tunes, was being dismantled by mov ing men on the morning that Rhine lander met her there for the ’ast time to discuss her future. "You are stubborn,” he insisted, taking her hand tenderly. “I like in dependence —anybody does. It is gritty; it is American and it’s all right in its place. But under such cir cumstances as these you should come with me, as I want you to, to my home. You will be a welcome daughter to my wife and to me. You know we are unhappily childless. Your father would have wished this; my wife has asked it of you as I do now r . Why persist in refusing us?” Helen did not answer at once, though her gratefulness shone from her eyes. "I’m not, merely obstinate. Uncle Amos,” she responded at length —"nor ungrateful. I have thought everything over, or, so long and care fully. But I can’t help feeling that I must, for a while, anyway, remain independent. I intend to earn my own living.” Rhinelander felt he could say no more. They discussed other things for a time and she then confided to him her plans for making a start. Nothing in all the rapid events of the fortnight had seemed to him more tragical than this resolve that his old friend’s daughter had so resolutely taken. He looked almost weary and troubled as he took from his pocket book a card and on it wrote the mes sage Helen had asked him to write: Beautiful Isle of Thasos. Thasos is the most northerly and the most beautiful of all the Aegean islands. It has a purely Greek popu lation, but practically belongs to the khedives of Egypt. This dates from the days of Mohammed Ali, the com mon sailor who rose to a throne. He was a native of Thasos. for which he always cherished strong affection, and received his beloved island as a gift from the sultan. Formerly Thasos was famous for gold and marble, but latter ly Surge quantities of timber from the THE SEA COAST ECHO, BAV ST. LOOS. MISSISSIPPI "Arthur Gaylord. Superintendent C. E.4T.R. R-: “Dear Gay : The bearer. Miss Helen Holmes, wants work- Anything you can do will be appreciated. H.’ Though her resolution bad been taken, it seemed to require all of Helen’s courage to make the actual start on the path she had chosen. She reached the superintendent’s office at Beaman next day, after wandering all over the yards to find it, almost fright ened out of her undertaking. Gaylord, the superintendent, nut her with a consideration that dia pelled her fears. In a few words he spoke feelingly of her father, and after asking what she would like to try, gave her a note to the agent at Sig nal station, assigning her for cleri cal work due to the cut-off construc tion, already under way there. George Storm, the freight engineer, had not seen Helen since the funeral of her father —which he had lain oft to attend —nor had be heard of her. He was east-bound at Beaman one morning, comparing orders with his conductor, when he saw Helen in ber severely plain black about to board the local passenger train which was to take her to Signal to begin work. The engineer hastened to her. She met his utter astonishment —when she had told him what she was doing and why—without embarrassment or con fusion, only laughing a little at his concern. But when, questioning her further, Storm learned of the cut-off opera tions, now begun —not alone by the Tidewater people, but as well by their rivals —the Colorado & Coast line — his suspicions were aroused and he disclosed them to Helen without re serve. "That Colorado & Coast crowd are running our people a hot race on the cut-off construction. They know something about that original survey—they must —or they would never start in far.” Helen smiled ’incredulously. "I think that could hardly be, Mr, Storm. You know the men building now against our line were then father’s own associates, and my friends.” Storm was stubborn in his atti tude. “They are supposed to be your friends,” he said skeptically. “At all events, they have all offered me every assistance sine© father’s death,” declared Helen. “They didn’t want me to do what I am going to do. But —” she straightened almost imperceptibly, “I would rather be de pendent on no one —at least, as long as I can be.” He looked unabashed into her frank eyes; “I can’t be sorry for that, any way,” he said slowly. “Everything else that happened,” he hesitated again, “I am sorry for. No, not every thing, either!” His face lighted laz ily. "I am running the locals, now— -85 and 86—and I’ll have a chance, may be, to see you every day.” The Coast & Colorado line back ers showed all of their aggressive ness in their new undertaking. Head quarters for their cut-off work were set up not a stone’s throw from Sig nal station where Helen had gone to work. Nor was energy the only mani festation of their spirit. The keen rivalry of the endeavor to reach the Superstition range with a line first extended even to the construction crews, and as the work progressed the foremen would hesitate at nothing to delay or embarrass their opponents in the race. Spike, aided with a car by Seagrue after he had broken jail, had made good his escape and was now some thing of an incubus on Seagrue’s hands. The construction camp offered a tem porary outlet for his activities, and though Spike and hard work had nev er been on worse terms of inti macy, Seagrue sent him freshly dressed up to the Colorado line camp. As the feud between the two com panies grew, Seagrue conceived that a tool, and especially one of Spike s stamp, might prove of service to him in the camp of the enemy. “Get a job with the Tidewater, and keep me posted on every move,” he said khedivlal fir forests have been export ed to Egypt. In the present war Thasos occupies an important strate gic position, commanding the port of Kavalla, on the opposite mainland, and the Germans, who “thought of every thing,” have tried to establish them- to Spike, giving him mosey as he did so. 1 Rhinelander, as vice-president of the Tidewater, had been charged with ths cut-off operations and took so lively an interest in it that he personally di rected much of the work. Moreover, he made it a point to keep his crews well supplied with the sinews of war —in this case, men and explosives for the rock work. Both were scarce, and much of the time the two roads were bidding strongly against each other for them. When Spike applied in the tent office to Rhinelander’s foreman, Pickens, for a job, the latter, though not impressed with his appear ance, thought it a chance to hire a man away from the opposition, and told Rhinelander he would put the fellow on the pay roll Shortly after Spike’s appearance at the time-keeper's window, the boss driller came in to ask about new sup plies of explosives. "We’re running too low right now,” he complained to the foreman. "If we don’t get pow der for tomorrow, we’ve got to stop blasting, that’s all there is to that.” Pickens turned to the new man: "Hike over to the depot, mutt, and ask the agent when he’ll have dyna mite for me.” Spike shuffled across to the little station with his usual confidence. Helen, at her desk, glanced up s at him, without really recognizing him. She was only conscious of an in stinctive dislike for hts unpromising visage as he asked her when more explosives would be in. “Tell Pickens,” said the overworked agent, answering Spike’s questions himself, "there are two cars for him on No. 85.” To make sure of the an swer, he wrote out the Information on a blank and handed it to the messen ger. "And get a move on you!” he exclaimed rudely, as he noticed Spike’s unpleasant gaze resting on Helen. Slouching back to deliver his mes sage, the safe-blower was still puz zled over the identity of the girl. But he could not place her, and he dis missed thought of the incident. He did, however, stop a moment to ask questions about train No. 85 from a passing switchman. Then he deliv ered his note to the foreman. Pick ens read and banded the note to Rhinelander. When Rhinelander hand ed the note back, the foreman crum pled it up and threw it away. As he and Rhinelander went out together, Spike picked up the paper and stuck it in his pocket. After hours that night he was again over at the Colorado camp, where the work was going provoking ly slow, to report to his real boss. Seagrue pricked up his ears at the news of the explosives. He presently looked hard at Spike. "If we, or you, can delay their supplies a little,” he mused, “it might help here a lot just now. Spike.” Spike needed only a hint. He started on foot for a small station five miles up the line, where he learned No. 85 usually took water. On his way he had an eye open for a conceivable, cold-blooded chance that might offer to wreck the train; fortunately none inviting offered. Reaching the water tank and prowl :iar ftfenjl the local train after it had V’Red up under the spout, Spike still sought in some way to work mischief on it. His eye rested presently on some waste protruding from a jour nal box. Watching his chance, he struck a match to this and moved cautiously on. Storm was in the engine cab. He had received his signal from the con ductor and was pulling his train away from the spout, when the conductor, swinging up on the hind end of the caboose, caught with his eye a color of something from one of the wheels of a box car ahead. Pulling the air valve, he brought the train to an emergency stop and with his brake man ran forward. Storm, looking back for an explanation, likewise saw the growing blaze, and getting down joined the train crew. The flames had begun to lick the body of the car. The trainmen were throwing sand on the journal, but it was too late for temporizing with experiments such as that. Storm told them he would back under the spout so they could flood the flames and hastened back to his cab. As rapidly as possible he pushed the train up past the water tank, where the conductor cut off the hind end and signaled Storm ahead. But a can of crude oil in the burning car gave way at that moment under the strain of the intense heat, and the fire, now' well started, ignited the car next ahead. The two were stopped with a Jolt under the tank and the brakeman and fireman, pulling the spout down, turned on a heavy stream of water. This unhappily served only to spread the flames from the crude oil, and the wind drove these toward the two cars just ahead, which the crew were particularly anxious to save —they were the cars that con tained the explosives. “We must cut off the head end,” yelled the conductor as Storm, after watching the result, started again for the engine. While the conductor ran forward, the crews were chocking wheels and pinning down the brakes under half burning cars. The engineer, cut off, headed with his engine into a siding and leaving it there, ran back to the fire. The burning cars were already drifting. The brakeman and flagman hhd escaped from the top of them by catching at the waterspout as they passed under it. Storm, down the track, saw the situation. He realized what might hap pen if the powder cars were allowed to run away. With a flying leap, he caught the side ladder of the head car and running up, began pinning down the brakes. The conductor Unmaimed Cervantes. The statement that Cervantes lost an arm at the battle of Lepanto is incor rect. This common mistake, as Mr, H. E. Watts and other authorities have pointed out, is due to forged por traits and fraudulent statues. The use of his wounded left hand was never fully recovered, as he himself says, "El movimiento de la raano izquierda”— that is to say, he lost “the movement, or use, of the left hand,” It is more over, obvious that he could not have served for four years as an infantry yelled himself hoarse trying to essra him off. But instead of stopping. Storm fought his way back through the smoke to the second car. The trainmen hastened into the station to the operator and gave the alarm. The operator telephoned a message Instantly to Signal, the next station. The agent had gone over to the camp, and it was this message that caught Helen at Signal, alone in the office. She picked up the receiver as the telephone bell rang, listened to the excited operator and wrote his hurried words down on a pad: "Runaway powder cars on fire. En gineer Storm on them. Ditch at first spur.” She dropped her pencil as she fin ished, breathless with shock. Then pulling her wits together she cast about for help. She was quite alone Whatever was to be done, she must do it and it must be done in haste. Running through the freighthouse she espied a coil of rope. It suggested something—though at the instant she could not have told what. But she caught it up on the instinctive Im pulse and ran out on the track. The cars, flaming in the distance, were coming down the long grade. A tele graph pole standing Just above the station put a wild idea into her head. If she could pass the rope above the burning car, it might help the en gineer to escape from the top. Try ing her skill as a plainswoman, she ran a noose and cast the rope, lariat like, at the top of the pole. In her nervous haste she failed, again and again, to drop it over the cross-bar. No rope was ever so stiff, clumsy and intractable, and the cars were fast rolling nearer. But re straining her fears she kept trying, and at last, in spite of everything, she landed the big noose over the pole and bar. Across the track grew a hedge of tall blue-gum trees. To the near est of these Helen ran, and as fast as she could, climbed the tree, the loose end of the rope hung over her neck and shoulder. Gaining a branch high enough, and using all her strength, she drew the rope taut. With a few half hitches ehe maA® J* fast around the tree and tried ii with her weight. The flaming cars, in spite of all that Storm had been able to do, contin ued to gather speed down the Signal grade. The engineer found himself in a ticklish dilemma. For a jump his chances now were no better than If he stuck to the car, and he saw nothing for it but to stick. Only, he hoped mightily for something to turn his way. He was fast approaching the station. From the gum-tree hedge he saw what seemed a branch waving violently. Then he perceived It was more than that, it was someone try ing to signal him —a woman —and she was climbing hand over hand out on a cable stretched across the track. But he could understand even less than he saw of what she meant to do. Overcome by flame and smoko just before the cars neared the hedge, he sank down on the deck. But Helen would not give up. Clinging as best she could to the cable, she waited for him to pass under her. Enough of consciousness remained to Storm in the fury of the fire to enable him to realize as he came close that it was Helen on the s cable trying to save his life. As he swept under her he raised himself. She clutched blindly at him, and holding on in desperation, managed to drag him from the top of the burning car. The agent, returning from the camp with Rhinelander, saw the blazing run away; and, amazed, saw Helen hang ing from her cable and striving with failing strength to hold her , heavy burden. He ran toward her, snatching a tar paulin from a pile of cement bags as he passed them on the platform, and with Rhinelander reached the hedge in time to break Storm s heavy fall into it when Helen let him go. A mo ment later she, herself, dropped ex hausted into the canvas. Below the station a deafening ex plosion shook the solid earth. It sartled the two construction camps. Anew and sudden flame shot 40 feet up into the air and dense clouds of black smoke billowed above where the powder cars had stood. Seagrue glanced as S|afe- as they stood to gether. Over toward the station two men were carrying Storm into the waiting room, and Seagrue, coming over, joined them. Inside, he saw bending over the unconscious en gineer, stretched on the floor, a slen der girl dressed in black. She turned anxiously, in a moment, to ask if a surgeon had been called. As she did so, Seagrue, dumfounded, looked -ntf the face of Helen Holmes (TO BE CONTINUE soldier after the total loss of a hand. There is, as a matter of fact, no por trait of Cervantes that can be proved to be contemporary, and only one fot which any plausible evidence at all can be produced. So that we must be satisfied with his own description of himself as given in the prologue to the “Exemplary Novels.” • Gardener Wants to Know. Why is there so little infant mortal ity among the cutworms? —Minneapo- lis Journal. / JL _ V'.* 1 START BABY BEEF ON GRAIN Provide Creep In Pasture So That Young Animals Will Not Be Dis turbed by the Cows. A creep should be provided in the pasture so that calves may have ac cess to grata without being disturbed by cows, as it is very important to start beef calves on grain before they are weaned. They may be kept in a separate lot Into which the cows are turned twice a day, if this method is preferred. In this case there will, of course, be no need for creeps or any think else to keep cows from the ✓ aSSSP Excellent Beef Specimen. grain which may be fed at such times that the cows will not disturb the calves. The calves may be started on a mixture of two parts of shelled corn to one part of oats by weight. The oats may be gradually reduced until none is being fed at the end of eight weeks, but while this is being done a little old process linseed oil meal or cotton seed meal should be added and the quantity gradually in creased until it makes up about a sev enth of the weight of the ration. On full feed calves should eat about two pounds of grain for every hundred pounds of live weight in addition to good roughage. Well-bred calves han dled In this way should be in prime condition at the end of about TO or 12 months. V- ■ DIPPING V!) ERADICATE TICK Parasite Probably Does Less Damage Than Either Mite or Louse—To bacco Dips Are Favored. ■ i 4 Of the commoner external parasites attacking sheep, the tick probably does less real harm than either the mite or the louse. The Illustration shows a greatly enlarged figure of the sheep tick. This pest is not easily killed by Adult Sheep Tick. the lime and sulphur dips frequently used, but is killed very readily by any of the standard strength tobacco dips, extracts or solutions. The tobacco dips are in general use, as they will kill all the commoner types of exter nal parasites without Injury to the animal or the wool. CHEAPEST GAINS ON PASTURE Result cf Trials Conducted at North Dakota Station —Animals Need Some Grain. Pigs make the cheapest gains on pasture. Trials at the North Dakota experiment station indicate that brood sows running on good pasture and nursing litters will do as well when receiving one to 14 pounds of grain per each 100 pounds live weight of sow. as sows in dry lot receiving 24 pounds grain per day per each 100 pounds live weight. The pasture just about cut the feed cost in two. The pasture alone does not furnish enough feed for either the brood sow with | litter or for the weaned pigs. They i should be fed some grain, so as to 1 make a rapid growth. In this way the ; spring pig can be ready for market i before real cold weather sets in. Alfalfa, clover, bromus and winter ( rye make the earliest pastures. When i these have not been provided early ! spring seeding of such grains as oats I r.r.d barley or rape are the next best ! thing. To Prevent Distemper. Vaccinating horses to prevent dis temper or influenza is recommende4 by the Nebraska college of agricul ture. Sheep Raising a Lost Art. Sheep raising Is a lost art In many parts of the country, ai*d yet a flock of sheep was formerly a sign of thrift. Raise Stock for Market. Raise such stock as the market Ac quires; when the purchaser seeks the producer the best prices are obtained.