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THE OAKLEY EAGLE
ULM MRRRILL OAKLET IDAHO Hustle over and take a look at N» agara falls. They'll be gone in 3,000 years. Harvard cleared $51,000 out of foot ball this year. No wonder It is so hard to drop. The national deficit for this year is $23,004,238. Our part of it is about the last three figures. Kld McCoy has challenged James J. Corbett to a fight. Hark! From the tombs, a doleful sound. It 1 b easier to be rich than to be happy; but nobody ever got any satis faction out of that thought. It is a safe guess that J. Pierpont Morgan will get that $6,000,000 bark from somebody before he dies. Prof. Percival Lowell is certain that the canals on Mars are artificial. And nobody can contradict him. Queer, isn't it, that the girls who go to football games sniff at the Idea that football needs to be reformed? Why Is it that when a man goes wrong In financial matters these days, he Is always the owner of an automo bile? Don't you wish you were so fixed you couldn't recollect within $10,000, 000 how much you had loaned a friend? Of course Mark Twain made a great speech. How could it have been other wise? He had seventy years In which to prepare it. A New York chauffeur draws a sal ary of $6,000 a year. If you can't be a French chef, young man, be an ex pert chauffeur. Automobiles are to be higher next year. In consequence of which fact many of us will be compelled to hire our automobiles. William Dean Howells Is the inven tor of the "double-barreled sonnet," but It is not likely that his fame will rest upon this fact. If we could see our own faults as easily as we do those of others happi ness would be impossible and self-es teem a hollow mockery. None of the powers in future can j turn on Korea with a sharp request ta mind her own business. Japan is go ing to save her that trouble. A medical man says authors ought to spend one day of the week in bed. We know some authors that ought to spend seven days a week in bed. The airship of the future may be different, but the airship of the pres ent, to be perfectly safe, needs to be constructed on the lines of a water fowl. It is held by Chicago courts that a married man does not have to bathe in order to maintain his dower rights. Tub he or not tub he, that's not the question. When a young woman stenographer falls heir to a million dollars she takes only notes of large denomina tion and ceases to sumbit to any body's dictation. Sir Henry Campbell-Bannerman is 70, but he is still very vigorous, like most Britons, after they have exceed ed what Mark Twain calls the scrip tural statute of limitations. Lord Rosebery was not called on to form the new English cabinet, and he is probably explaining to his friends now that he is glad the other fellow will have to shoulder the trouble. "What shall I sing when all is sung, and every tale is told?" asks Richard Le Gallienne at the beginning of one of his poems. Why sing anything Richard? Why not just keep still and listen? Gen. Weyler Is threatening to fight a duel with the Spanish minister of war. We don't know the minister and have no information concerning the manner of man he Is, but he has our best wishes. The admission of a phonograph as evidence in a Boston court is an In tereating event. It is the first time that a talking machine has ever been admitted to testify in court in this country, though we have long had women lawyers. "There are other jobs," said the Philadelphia bank clerk who resigned his position because the bank refused to let him marry on $50 a month, "but there's only one Nellie." We all feel that way once. Surgeons opened the stomach of a New York man a few days ago and took out a lead pencil several inches long. Finding no stuffed ballots or other evidences of fraud, they closed the orifice and let the man go. Editor Harmsworth of London has been raised to the peerage. Editor Astor will, in view of the fact that Editor Harmsworth's fortune amounts to only $20,000,000, find it hard to un derstand why King Edward didn't look further. THE GIRL AT THE HALFWAY HOUSE A STORY Of _T_ H K _ P L A 1 N 5 PV K HOn.ll, A'.'IHUH (ll- THU STOHV fis THK COWBOY Cttfrifkttd. b, D. 190 ». Altltton ip* Cemtan >. Mem York CHAPTER VII.—Continued. locality, but he heard his voice, half taunting and half encouraging, and "Franklin had small notion of Curly's calling on his pluck as he saw some hope of a successful issue, he resolved to ride It out if it lay within him so to do. He was well on with his reso lution when he heard another voice, which he recognized clearly. "Good lKiy, Ned." cried out this voice heartily, though likewise from some locality yet vague. "R ride the divll to a finish, me boy! (lit up his head, Ned! Git up his head! The murderin', haythln' brute! Kill him! Ride him out!" And ride him out Franklin did, per haps as much by good fortune as by skill, though none but a shrewd horse man would have hoped to do this feat. Hurt and jarred, he yet kept upright, and at last he did get the horse's head up and saw the wild per formance close as quickly as it had begun. The pony ceased his grunt ing and fell into a stiff trot, with little to Indicate his hidden pyrotechnic quality. Franklin whirled him around and rode up to where Battersieigh and Curly had now joined He was a bit pale-, but he pulled himself togeth er well before he reached them and mnted with a good front of un **» ein. Battersieigh grasped his ••and in noth his own and greeted him with a shower of welcomes and of compliments. Curly slapped him heartily upon the shoulders. "You're all right, pardner," said he. "You're the d-dest best pil grim that ever struck this place, an' I kin lick ary man that says differ'nt. He's yore horse, now, shore." "Ami how do ye do, Ned? God bless ye!" said Battersieigh a moment later as after things had become more tran quil. "I'm glad to see ye; glad Ivver I was in all me life to see a liv in' soul! Why didn't ye tell ye cornin', and not come ridin' like a murderin Cintaur—but ay, boy, ye're was c 0 $ f i I 5 Æ i w A j 'I Tr f , A y, s V "s J a, mi '■***>*— I 2 m '■■Am 1 ,h At last he did get the horse's head up. a rider—worthy thp ould Forty-siv enth—yis, more, I'll say ye might be a officer in the guards, or in the Rile Irish itself, b'gad, yes, sir!—Curly, ye divvil, what do ye mean by puttin' me friend on such a brute, him the first day in the land? And, Ned, how are ye goin' to like it here, me boy?" Franklin wiped his forehead as he replied to Battersleigh's running fire of salutations. "Well, Battersieigh," he said, "I must say I've been pretty busy ever since 1 got here, and so far as I can tell at this date, I'm much disposed to think this is a strange and rather rap id sort of country you've got out here." n pilgrim ever hit this "Best d— rodeo!" repeated Curly, with convie "Shut up, Curly, ye divvil!" said Battersieigh. "Come into the house, the both of you. It's but a poor house, but ye're welcome. An' welcome ye are, too, Ned, me boy, to the New World." tion. CHAPTER VIII. The Beginning. Franklin's foot took hold upon the soil of the new lend. His soul reached out and laid hold upon the sky, the harsh flowers, the rasping wind. He gave, and he drank in. the people of the West. Thus grew "Think you. Ned, my boy," said Bat tersleigh, one day. as they stood at the tent door—"think you, this old gray world has been Inhabited a mil lion years, by billions of people and yet here we have a chance to own a part of it, each for himself, here, at this last minute of the world's life! Do you mind that, what it means? Never you think a chance like that'll last forever. Yet here we are, before the law, and almost antedatin' the social ijee. It's the beginnin', man, it's the very beginnin' of things, where we're standin' here, this very blessed day of grace. It's Batty has traveled all his life, and seen the lands, but never did Batty live till now ! " "It's grand," murmured Franklin, half dreamily and unconsciously re peating the very words of his friend. as he had done betöre, Y'et Franklin was well bitten of the ambition germ. It would serve him to run only in the front rank. He was not content to dream, He saw the great things ahead, and the small things that lay between. In a week I he was the guiding mind in the af , fairs of the odd partnership which now sprang between him and his j friend. Battersieigh would have lived till autumn In his tent, but Franklin saw that the need of a house was im mediate. He took counsel of Curly, the cowboy, who proved guardian and benefactor. Curly forthwith duced a workman, a giant Mexican, a half-witted moso. who had followed pro a the cow bands from the far South west, and who had hung about Curly's own place as a sort of menial, bound to do unquestionably whatever Curly bade. This curious being, a very co lossus of strength, was found to be possessed of a certain knowledge in building houses after the fashion of that land—that is to say, of sods and earthen unbaked bricks—and since under his master's direction he was not less serviceable than docile, It was not long before the "claim" of Battersieigh was adorned with a com fortable house fit for either winter or summer habitation. Even In the "first year" the settler of the new West was able to make his living. He ltMled off the buffalo swiftly, but he killed them in num bers Fo desperately large that their bones lay in uncounted tons all over a desolated empire. First the hides and then the bones of the buffalo gave the settler his hold upon the land, which perhaps he could not else have won. j desert, of to Franklin saw many wagons coming and unloading their cargoes of bleached hones at the side of the railroad tracks. There was a market for all this back in that country which had conceived this road across the Franklin put out a wagon at this industry, hauling in the fuel and the merchandise of the raw plains. He j bought the grim product of others who were ready to sell and go out the ear lier again. Meantime the little town added building after building along its strag gllng street. These new edifices were for the most part used as business places, the sorts of commerce being two—"general which meant chiefly saddles and fire arms, and that other industry of new lands which flaunts under such sign boards as the Lone Star, the Happy Home, the Quiet Place, the Cowboy's Dream and such descriptive nomencla ture. Of fourteen husines houses, nine were saloons, and all these were pros | perous. ] though struck by panic, the white hut merchandise," One by one, then in a body, as tents of the railroad laborers van ished, passing on yet farther to the i West, only the engineers remaining at Ellisville and prosecuting from the haven of the stone hotel the work of continuing the line. The place of the tents was taken by vast white-topped wagons, the creaking cook carts of the cattle trail, and the van of the less nomadic man. It was the begin ning of the great cattle drive from the Southern to the Northern ranges, a strange, wild movement in Ameri can life which carried in its train a set of conditions as vivid and peculiar as they were transient. t j, e toll of the Ellisville lay at an eddy Plains and gathered j strange driftwood in which was then afloat. Though the chutes at the rail ! wa y were busy, yet other herds of ! cattle passed Ellisville and wandered j on north, crowding at the heels of j the passing Indians, who now began j to see their own cattle to be doomed, j The main herd of the buffalo was 1 now reported to be three or four days' j drive from Ellisville, and the men i who killed for the railroad camps ut j tered loud complaints. The skin i hunting still went on. Great wagons. | loaded with parties of rough men, j passed on out, hound for the inner j haunts, where they might still find their prey. The wagons came creak ing back loaded with bales of the shaggy brown robes, which gave the | skin-hunters monev with which to join the cowmen at the drinking i places, Not sinless was this society at its incipiency. In any social at mosphere good and evil are necessary concomitants. Sinless men would form a community at best but perish able. Tolerance, submission, patriot ism so called, brotherly love so named—all these things were to come later.yis they have ever done in the | developTnqnt of communities, btillded ) mainly upbir the foundation of la ! dividual aggressiveness and individual I Vj ci atrlf: K°nc«. Having srrtvod, wave m'ente!! kerchiefs !«<»«*» » and the thought of such a beginning ( of our i roe I > rity. Haring lout toorh j * if the earth, having lost sight of the iky. we opine there could hare been small augur In a land where each man found Joy in an earth and aky which to him seemed his own. There were those who knew that Joy and who foresaw its passing, yet they were happy. CHAPTER IX, The New Movers. Far away, across the wide gray plain, appeared a tiny dot, apparently an unimportant fixture of the land An hour earlier it might not scape. have been observed at all by even the keenest eye, and It would have needed yet more time to assure an observer even now that the dot was' a moving object. Presently an occa sional side-blown puff of dust added a certain heraldry, and thus finally the white-topped wagon and Its plodding team came fully into view, crawling ever persistently from the East to the West. Meantime, from the direction of the north, there came traveling across the prairie another cloud of dust more rapid than that stirred up by the slow moving emigrant wagon. Sam, the stage driver, was crossing on his reg ular buokboard trip from Ellisville to Plum Centre, and was now nearly half-way on his journey. OWViously the courses of these two vehicles must intersect, and at the natural point of this intersection the driver of the faster pulled up and waited for the other. "Movers" were not yet so common in that region that the stage driver, natural news agent, must not pause for investigation. The driver of the wagon, a tall, dark man, drew rein with a grave sal utation. his tired horses standing with drooping heads while there took place one of the pregnant conversations of the plains. "Mornin', friend," said Sam. "Mornin', sir," said the other. "Which way you headin', friend?" asked Sam. "Well, sir," came the answer, slow ly, "1 rather reckon you've got me. I've just been movin' on out. I want to locate, but I reckon my team could travel a little further if they had to." This with a certain grimness in his smile, as though he realized the whim sicality of the average motive which governed in that day in quests like his. "Is there much travel cornin' through here this season?" he re sumed. turning in his seat and resting one foot on the wheel as he sat still perched on the high wagon seat. "Well," replied Sam, "they ain't so much just yet, but they will be pretty soon. You see, the Land Office is about sixty miles east of here yet, and folks is mostly stoppin' in there. Land around here is pretty much all open yet. If they move the Land Of fice to the track-end, of course all this land will be taken up a good deal faster." "Is it good farmin' land around here?" "Sure. Better'n it is farther west, and just as good as it is farther east. Wheat'll do well here, and it ain't too cold for corn. Best cow country on earth." "How is Ellisville doing now?" "Bloomin'." "Yes, sir, so I heard farther back. Is it goin' to be a real town?" "That's whatever! How can it help it? ft's goin' to be a division point on the road. It's goin' to have all the cattle-shippin' trade. After a while it'll have all the farmin' trade. It's goin' to be the town, all right, don't you neglect that. Yes, sir, Ellisville is the place!" "Which way are you bound, sir?" asked the stranger, still sitting, ap parently in thought, with his thin resting on his hand. (To be continued.) Waits for His Master. - ■'Hello, Ribs, he ain't on this train!" Thus brakeman or baggagemaster greets a big black and white dog which every evening trots down to | the station in a small Pennsylvania town to meet the train on which his master used to come home, Ribs' master has not come home on the train for many months. He was ; conductor of a train which was i wrecked, and was killed. But Ribs has never missed a train. He stands j on the platform wagging his tail, his j tongue hanging out, an expression of anxious hope in his eyes, waiting for his master. When one of the trainmen explains, 'He ain't on this train,'" the red tongue goes slowly back into the big mouth, the strong jaws close, the shaggy tail drops and Ribs turns ' walks back to his kennel. But on the following day he appears promptly ' In time for his master's usual train, I and waits until some one of the pity I J in>! train hands tells him, "He ain t j come * n Y e *' j i No Love of God in a Footnote. Dr. Charles Parkhurst of New York believes in people saying just what they mean, and says he has a horror of footnotes. "Whenever I see a foot note," he says. "I am always remind ed of a certain Presbyterian church meeting. One statute drawn up per tained to Yhe love of the Almighty, and it was stated in the rigid, old fashioned Presbyterian style, with more of sternness than love in it. One of the more gentle Presbyterian brethren suggested that a foot-note be added. mitigating somewhat the harsher statement. Then up jumped the Rev. Dr. Howard Crosby. "I ob ject. gentlemen,' he said. 'I will not have fhe love of God put in a foot note.' " mmm ES« a to to In as The Help of Machinery. There was a time when the farmer worked all by himself a small farm and found it profitable to do all of his work by hand. Had there been machinery at that time, have possessed little value for him, he could not have disposed of his surplus for enough money to pay for his machinery and leave the transaction. The transport by sea was then by Bailing vessels and the transportation over the land by means largely of ox teams, not Imagine the great grain crops of today being moved by such means. If great grain crops had been raised the grain must have fallen in value till It would not have paid the cost of raising, or much of It would have molded in the bins. With the prog ress of the world came the neces sity for the use of farm machinery. The motive power on the changed to steam and great barges were constructed with enormous car rying capacity. These could carry the grain around the world at small cost per bushel. On the land hun dreds of lines of railway opened up the country, and train-loads of grain are now moved In any direction night and day. It Is no longer possible for a community to produce so much grain that it cannot be shipped out. The commerce of the world will take all the grain the farmer can grow. It Is therefore necessary for the farmer to take advantage of the ex istence of machinery for farm use. The price of grain has fallen greatly from what It was a hundred or so years ago, and each acre of land must therefore be worked at a less cost than formerly. This the farmer can do only by the use of machinery, and the more Improved the machin ery the less per acre is the cost of handling the land. Every farmer should therefore study the machine question and learn If he is using fair ly good machines, or whether he Is using machines that are expensive of labor and effective to a less degree than should be found in farm ma chines. It Is sometimes cheaper to throw away an old machine than It is to keep It. It would as a balance on We can water Is Iron a Fertilizer? It has not been believeu that iron in any form is what we might call a real fertilizer In the soil, although we know that iron gives the color both to the soil and to all the plants pro duced upon It. There are some ex perimenters, however, who believe that Iron sulphate Is itself a fertilizer. One of these men Is a Belgian, who has been making some experiments on oats and other cereals. He applied 250 kilograms of iron sulphate, and by It produced the same effect on oats as did 150 kilograms of nitrate of soda. In addition, many weeds were destroyed by the iron sulphate. The author attributes the general effect of the iron sulphate solely to the iron, and not to the sulphuric acid. We are sure, however, that most of our ex perimenters, at least those on this side of the water, will be very slow In ac cepting the conclusions of this ex perimenter. While iron does enter into the formation of plants, yet it is to a very limited extent. The advan tage resulting from the application as recorded may be due to some other element rather than to the application of iron. Buy Clover Seed Early. Usually clover seed is sown very early in the spring or even late in the winter. In northern localities it is sown on the snow in March and further south is put in in February. The clover seed should be purchased a consider able time before it Is used, so that it may be tested, should be done by counting out a hundred seeds and placing them be tween damp woolen cloths Inclosed in reversed plates to keep in the mois ture. If the germination is low new lots of seed may have chased, and this is the more reason for buying the seed early in the win ter. Also the testing is more likely to be done If the seed Is purchased early than if it is purchased late. The late-bought seed Is too apt to be scat tered on the land without the far mer knowing whether it Is fairly good or not. If it fails he does not know whether the failure is due to poor seed or something else. This testing to be pur Care in Experiments. In the making of farm experiments great care needs to be exercised to have all possibility of error eradicated. Many of the so-called experiments car ried on on farms are really not experi ments at all. They are so carelessly conducted that no scientist would cept their conclusions. Such an périment is that in which the farmer, to test his land or a manure, puts the fertilizer on a field but has no check plot with "no treatment." He makes a comparison with what the field did when the fertilizer was not used. It should be evident to him that increase of harvest may something else than ac ex any be due to the fertilizer. Such experiments mean little or noth ing. As fine a quality of silage can be made from sorghum as from other crop, and there seems to be lit tle difference between the feeding values of sorghum and corn silage for beef production. IB1 In fall and winter plan the work for spring and summer. horimm (7fA j v'f -( J * ■Y I. , I Brown Rot of Plums. Last summer the writer visited the farm of a prominent fruit grower of Northern Illinois. He had a consider able number of plum trees, but the fruit was worthless, as It had been taken by the brown rot. The trees had bloomed full and the prospects for a large crop of fine plums had been excellent. But before the time came to gather the plums the dreaded brown rot appeared and soon spread among all the trees. The plums soon began to drop, and thç ground was covered In a few weeks with hundreds of the decaying plums. Thousands of the plums still on the trees were affected on one side and It was seen that the crop was ruined. This disease Is known scientifically as Monilla fructlgena. The spores at tack not only the fruit, but also the blossoms, leaves and twigs. The proc ess of Its development is about as fol lows: A spore falls on a wet plum and sticks there. It sends a filament Into the skin of the plum. This fila ment develops Into a thread-like growth that permeates the pulp of the plum everywhere. It Is the food-gath ering power of this mycelium or mass of threads that causes the breaking fa' & "j- V '» A MUMMIED PLUMS DUE TO BROWN ROT. (Monilia Fructlgena.) down of the cells that compose the pulpy mass and reduces it to a slimy substance that we designate as rot. The skin indicates what is going on inside by turning brown in one or two spots. These spots enlarge in all di rections and this indicates the spread of the rot. At this stage the parts of the mycelium that develop at the sur face of the plum begin to bring forth fruit in the form of ash-colored spores, which give an ashy hue to the decay ing plum. These are the spores that continue to spread the disease. Many of the rotten plums continue to hang on the tree till winter and are known as mummied plums. They have shrunken and dried till they are hard and unsightly, but to them cling enough spores to spread the disease the coming year. In some cases, even the mycelium or thread-like plant in side the plum retains its life through the winter aud under favorable con ditions In the spring begins to grow and will produce a new crop of spores. These spores are scattered everywhere and even fall and germinate on the blossoms and tender leaves. We show a cluster of these mummied plums. They should be picked off now and burned. Not one should be left on the trees or on the ground. Next spring, if any rot appears on plums, the fruit so affected should be picked off and burned at once. In addition, the trees should be sprayed with diluted Bordeaux mix ture. Spray first before the blossoms open and again as soon as the fruit is well formed. Spray twice later, at intervals of two weeks. Where the disease has been in an orchard for several years, more than one season may be required in which to eradi cate it.—Farmers' Review. A Question of Locality. The practice of "opening up" the tops of apple trees is followed by S. G. Soverhill, of Northern Illinois. Mr. Soverhill has been or bardlng in that locality for about f*Yty practice is condemn!«! by Edson Gay lord, of Iowa, who has been orcharding in that state for fifty years. Both men have had so many years of experience that it is not probable that either is making a mistake regarding the prac tices allowable In his vicinity, this brings us to the appreciation of the fact that conditions enormously differ In different localities separated by only a few hundred miles, would like to receive communications from our leading horticulturists in dif ferent states and different localities of the same state relative to the amount of sunscald in their neighborhoods and the general practice of heading trees. The amount of sunscald existing in a neighborhood does not seem to de pend on the latitude. Mr. Gaylord has accurately defined the process when he says that it is due to the break ing up of cambium cells by the alter nate freezing and thawing. But there is something more in it than this, for sunscald seems to be worse in the colder parts of the states than in the warmer parts, though even in the lat ter some freezing and thawing must go on. We would like to know how far south sunscald is experienced. years. The Bul We Take a trip now and then out to the orchard and 6ee that the snow is pack ed down well about the tree trunks. Mice often make terrible work bur rowing under the snow and girdling the trees. In the fall and winter prepare for spring. The spraying apparatus must be ordered in the winter If it is to be ready for use in the spring. The winter is a good time to hunt up the bag worms on the trees.