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Lavender
Creightoris
Lovers
OLIVIA B. S O
(Copyright, 1905, by Olivia B. Strohm).
CHAPTER XIV.-CONTINUED.
"Gerald," she moaned beneath her
breath, and she stroked his arm with a
pitiful little caress as *f to assure her
self that he, at least, was spared. Then
she knelt over her dead father's body.
Winslow opened his eyes to see a
motley crew—some bent on giving aid,
others only seeking a fresh sensation.
For this furnished keen zest to the fron
tiersman, because of its savor of blood
and death.
With the pain of being lifted, Winslow
swooned again, nor saw the sad little
procession which, taking the opposite
road, followed the dead man and his
child to the lonely cabin on the branch.
All unconscious of the journey on the
litter, and still half-delirious, Winslow
opened his eyes again. This time they
rested upon dull rafters above his head,
studying the antics of a spider pendent
there. Then his unseeing eyes trav
eled down the walls whpre grotesque
shadows leaped in obedience to the flick
er of candles. A murmur of voices and
the click of glasses reached his ears, but
LS echoes from a distance.
An impious voice proposed a toast:
"Here's to the soul of old Jabez Miller!
May he ^eep the fires all hot till we get
there!"
And this time the answering
shouts were louder to his slowly rous
ing spnses. He heard the gentle re
monstrance" "Fi'sh' if you can't let
the dead rest in peace, you might have
a cai for the liviu^."
The'a was a lhoment's silence—but
for a moment oaJj What was there
to be solemn about in the death of this
old man, the sour-visaged hunchback
who drank many a bottle, but never
asked thei- company? And this wound
ed stranger—who was he, that they
should keep silence for him? A knife
wound more or less, a stab in the dark
—what did it matter? So the royster
ing cicw drank and made merry while
to the sick man, on his bed of boughs in
the farthest corner, their shouts were
faint and far echoes, bringing strug
gling reason home.
A step crossed the room, and some
body bent over him. He could dimly
see the outline of a woman, lithe and
slender. That her hair was inky black,
instead of bronze her eyes jet, in
stead of purple-blue, he did not see. To
his wavering vision the octoroon's face,
dark with the warm olive of the south,
shone white and pure. He had been
dreaming of his love, of Lavender, and
now she was here! One weak hand
stole upwards, until it touched hers. His
eyes glowed with the light of fever and
passion. The unconscious action was a
revelation of all his smouldering, secret
ly cherished love. And the woman
bending over him, saw and understood
in his delirium he mistook her for an
other, for the fair white girl his heart
desired. She would let him think so
—let him believe it was she who min
istered. So she smoothed his hair and
bathed his temples, moistening the hot
lips that murmured her name
CHAPTER xv
When Lavender and the Spaniard
left the dance in search of Gerald, they
followed the road that led to the inn.
"Where are we going?" Lavender de
murred "hadn't we better wait here?
He will surely return to the party."
But Gonzaga insisted. "It is only a
short walk to the 'Sign of the Bat,'
and the night is heavenly."
"But why should Gerald seek such
a place at this hour?"
Gonzaga coughed deprecatingly.
"He may have business with some of
the village folk, and your brother
knows where to find them. Besides,
the boat is there."
His argument prevailed, and Laven
der walked at his side through the
breathless, fragrant night.
Half the distance passed, they were
startled by a woman's scream. They
could not guess whence it came, for no
other sound followed. Instinctively
Lavender shrank back. The Spaniard
took advantage of her fright to put
one arm protectingly around her, but
she broke from him and hurried for
ward. "There is trouble near," she
said "let us hurry." And he quick
ened his pace to hers.
As they came in sight of the tavern
torches flared through the avenue of
tree3 that led in the opposite direc
tion. They could vaguely distinguish
forms moving away, the lights they
bore growing dimmer through the in
terlacing boughs.
But another row of torches was com
ing toward the inn, and between the
•mudgy lights, and half obscured by
their smoke, trudged a file of men
bending beneath a litter. In the door
way, peering out, stood a woman
whose dark beauty Lavender at once
recognized.
"That is the octoroon, Belle, who
was with us on the boat," she whis
pered. "Why is she here?"
"Her master keeps the inn," Gonzaga
explained. "They have been in St.
Charles for some time. Shall I go
forward and find out what is the mat
ter?"
"Do so, please. I will wait here."
Out of the circle of light she re
mained unseen, unnoticed in the ex
citement, while Gonzaga went forward.
For his was more than idle interest
more than curiosity. He was fever
ishly anxious to know if that woman's
scream, if this light and uproar, all
bad to do with his plot which, even
itow, should reach its climax.
Near the door of the inn lounged the
landlord in apathetic attitude. In the
breast of this one-time planter and
man of fortune vicissitude had bred a
dull indifference, half philosophy, half
bitterness. From bis seat on the
horse block outside he watched the
now diverted bar with meager inter
est In the proceedings. Disgusted,
world-weary, be felt' no emotion at
sbjht of the on-coming litter, though
its burden was, perhaps, a corpse
which had for requiem only this
clamor for candle torches, and lor
pall the sky
The particulars the landlord had
learned as Gonzaga approached. The
latter greeted him. "Good evening,
Price. You have excitement of the
real kind to offer them who tarry jto
night. What is the trouble?"
"One man killed another pretty
near it," was the response, and, in
reply to the Spaniard's tone, which, in
spite ot him was eager, Price contin
ued: "The dead man is Jabez Miller,
whose daughter young Creighton keeps
company with. The other one—the
one who was wounded—see, tney are
carrying him to my place."
Then, with a quick look at Gonzaga's
face, he added: "A friend of yours,
maybe?" for his listener had grown
white as the brow of the unconscious
Winslow who was at that instant
borne past.
The Spaniard rallied with an effort.
Had his deeply laid plan, his delib
erate scheme to ruin Winslow's repu
tation resulted in his death? To win
the love of that girl hovering there
in the shadow he would risk much,
but he had not meant this.
^"A friend of mine?
he replied.
Hardly that,"
"But I met him on the
boat, as you know. Is he—is he dead?"
Price shook his head. "Guess not,
but badly cut. Jabez was always
handy with his knife."
"How did they happen to meet?"
"Lord knows. Jabez was skulking
about to catch Sue, I reckon but I
can't imagine what brought the other
man to this place this time o' night."
"A love affair, possibly?" and Gon
zaga lowered his voice to a suggestive
whisper.
The landlord shrugged his shoulders.
"Don't know," he said, rising but the
other stopped him. "One moment,
have you seen the young Creighton—
Gerald?"
"No," was the curt reply, and Price
went indoors.
A lounger near by volunteered:
"He's gone home—along o' the other
gang helpin' Sue with the funeral
arrangements."
Then he added with a titter: "First
time he was ever let in at the front
door, I'll bet on that."
Somebody else said: "Do they know
who killed her pa?" And the first
speaker replied: "Well, it ain't extry
hard to guess. Sue says her dad and
this city stranger tusseled a bit, then
her dad whipped out a knife and stuck
the other fellow. The next she knowed
Jabez himself was deader 'n a coon,
with a slash in the neck just like a
knife cut. 'Tain't much of a riddle
how he got it. What d'ye s'pose that
other man was doin' all that time?
Thinkin' o' home and mother?" and
the speaker grinned sarcastically.
Gonzaga rejoined Lavender, whom
he found trembling with fright and
anxiety.
"Where is Gerald?" she asked.
But he hastened to assure her.
"Your brother is safe.- I did not see
him, but hear that he has gone with
those who carried the dead home."
The girl's voice sank to a pitying
note. "Then there are two dead?"
"No, senorita. The man whom you
saw borne on the litter is not dead
only wounded. He will live—yes, he
will live." He repeated this, as if to
an inward accuser. He spoke slowly,
too, in the hope that she would catch
the meaning in his tone, and ask the
reason for it. For he had now fully
decided to make the most of this web
which his own planning and unfore
seen circumstances had conspired to
weave. But it was evident that Lav
ender had, thus far, no suspicions. It
was time they were roused.
"The dead man was Jabez Miller—
father of the girl whom you saw to
night peeping in at the dancers. Do
you remember?"
"Oh, yes the girl with the 'city
lover.' It was her poor father who was
killed, you say. By whom?"
"By that 'city lover.'"
There was a pause while Lavender
watched the crowd ambling to and fro
about the tavern, her eyes wide with
fright. Both hands pressed the scarlet
blossoms of the Judas tree at her
breast.
Gonzaga continued: "From all I can
learn her father had heard of the mid
night appointment in the wood and
resolved it should be the last. He in
terfered—with the result we see."
Lavender interrupted him, half chok
ing. "It is too horrible! I have seen
enough—heard enough. Can we not
find Gerald, and then—then let us go
home, home to the forest, where there
is no humanity to pollute the air of
heaven."
She spoke wildly, unnerved by the
sights she had witnessed, by the brawl
ing and ribald jests. To the daintily
bred girl from far Virginia the back
woodsman was a being whom to meet
was a venture—to oppose, madness.
She knew that there were exceptions
—were not Gerald and her father
frontiersmen? But outnumbering their
class were the "gouger" and the ruf
fian, many of the scum of civilization.
Gradually the revelers began to dis
perse, and in noisy groups reeled past
where the two yet lingered in the
shadow.
"Why does not Gerald come?" Lav
ender complained. Then suddenly,
with suspicion of ill: "We cannot find
him," she said. "You do not offer to
bring me to him—the man on the lit
ter—" her voice rose to a little shriek
of agonized suspense.
"No, no, Miss Creighton on my
honor it is not your brother." He took
her hand to steady her, and she did not
forbid him. She seemed not conscious
of his presence. But at the touch of
her, at this first sign of yielding, his
purpose was fixed, his last scruple van
ished. Possession of the woman be
side him was the goal—what did he
care for the means? All was fair in
love.
"It is not your brother. But do you
know who be is? He wfeo lies upon a
bed of straw in yonder inn? It is the
man who murdered the father of bis
sweetheart because be resented her ^be
trayal. It is the traitor to his friends,
to his flag! See," and he led her, un
willing, to the window of the now al
most deserted tavern.
There, in the corner, bis pallid face
shining out of the gloom, lay Winslow,
one shoulder swathed in white, bis
dress of nankeen stained with blood
and travel. And at sight of him thus
Lavender gave a scream tuaft was half
a sob. In that moment ber heart went
out to him with all the affectionate
yearning of an earliest fancy. .Half to
herself she breathed his name and
moved impulsively to enter. But Gon
zaga barred the way. "Are you sure
of a welcome? I believe he came to
see—" He paused and she stood
silent.
Her eyes drooped before his, wherein
were blended mocking triumph and
evil suggestion. Here, then, was the
proof with which this man had
threatened to confront her. Proof that
Winslow's reasons for his failure to
see her—the story of his detention at St.
Louis were a cheat—a lie. He had been,
instead, engaged in dishonorable tryst
with a girl whose father's blood now
stained his hand. It was not alone that
she suffered through jealousy and
wounded pride her faith in a true and
loyal knight was shattered. She turned
sick and giddy as her idol fell.
The voice of Gonzaga recalled her
she shrank from the pity in it.
"Come away, Miss Creighton. I will
take you home."
There was a proprietary tenderness
in his tone which she resented. It
nerved her—roused her pride. "I prefer
to wait for my brother," she said, in a
leaden, weary tone, then, turning aim
lessly away: "We might walk a little
until he returns," she said.
Gonzaga followed, a look of cruel sat
isfaction on his handsome face.
For some time they walked in silence
through the random street of the set
tlement, with the worm trail of the
fence on either hand. Ghostly and
"IT IS TH E TRAITOR TO HIS FLAG-*
TO HIS FRIENDS, SEE!"
quiet were the cabins, fragrant the jim«
son weed everywhere, moist and cool
the kisses of the night wind.
Gradually her scattered senses re
turned. "Let us go back to the tav
ern," she said. "Gerald may be there
by this time."
Her voice was steady, her manner self
possessed, and the man could not mock
her with sympathy, dared not press his
advantage.
CHAPTER XVI
On their return to the "Bat," only a
faint light blinked drowsily through
the window. There was no sound—the
last guest was gone. The door swung
half ajar, and on its step, her head
against the post, her hands crossed on
her knees, sat the octoroon, Belle.
She was staring into the glade of over
arched trees, where not even the light
of a star filtered.
When Lavender came within the
gleam of the candle, the octoroon recog
nized and came forward to greet her.
Controlling herself by an effort, Lav
ender said: "I have heard the news
is there anything we can do?"
In spite of her attempt, her manner
was forced, cold.
The other woman's quick instinct
noted it. "No, thank you, ma'am we
will keep him here for awhile. At sun
up Mr. Price is going for the doctor."
There was a short pause, and the oc
toroon continued: "Mr. Winslow must
have come very sudden."
With eyes low on the ground, the girl
replied: "I should imagine so."
Lowering her voice, to a note of mean
ing softness, the other said: "I thought
you would have been the first to know
of his comin'."
Lavender had begun an embarrassed
reply, but just then a querulous note of
pain, as of a sufferer coming back from
oblivion, sounded through the half-open
door.
"Excuse me, he may want something,"
the octoroon murmured, and hurried
into the tavern.
And she, who would gladly give of
her health and strength to his service
—she stood outside unnoticed, unre
membered.
The wind rose, bending the branches
of the trees until they scraped the roof
with a dismal soughing. Just beyond,
the river fretted its foam-edged way to
the sea. Tears trickled down the girl's
cheeks as she stood thus alone in the
dark.
The Spaniard had gone to meet a man
who approached from the farther edge
of the forest. It was Gerald, and to
Gonzaga now, his presence was most
undesirable. Explanation from her
brother would start questioning from
Lavender which must exonerate Wins
low. He must find away to prevent dis
cussion.
Out of the range of light Gonzaga
stopped Gerald, and spoke rapidly and
low. "Your sister knows of the en
counter, but she does not know of your
part in it. As your friend, Mr. Creigh
ton, I have allowed her to be ignorant
of your connection with this affair. She
would be terribly shocked is it not bet
ter to let her be deceived?"
Theyouth'sfacegrewpalerin the dark
ness. "Then she has heard?"
"Only a part."
"And she thinks—"
"Certainly she does. Winslow was
there—Winslow was shot Winslow
was, therefore, the lover. A natural
supposition, is it not?"
The other drew himself up with dis
dain. "It would be too dishonorable,
senor. I cannot let an innocent man
suffer for me. That be has been wound
ed through my fault is bad enough more
I cannot permit."
But Gonzaga asked politely: "One
question: Did you kill this old man,
Miller?"
[To Be Continued.]
A Junketing Trip.
'1 thought he bad gone on a junketing
trip In his auto?"
"So he did, and be ran into a wall and
made junk of the machine before he bad
gone a mile."—Houston Post
Going All Sight.
She—The scientists say kissing must
He—It does with most girls.—Judge.
YOUNG MAN LEAVES COFFIN TO
TAKE MARRIAGE VOWS.
IN VAULT FOR FOUR MONTHS
Lid of Casket Left Off Through Error
Shows Natural Color of "Corpse,"
and Body Is Taken Home—
Now on Honeymoon.
Denver, Col.—The following death
notices appeared in Kansas City pa
pers, dated January 13, 1906:
"Died—At the home of his parents,
No. 2829 Euclid avenue, Frederick J.
Harvey, at two o'clock yesterday aft
ernoon. His death was due to con
sumption, which caused a lingering ill
ness for the last three years. He re
turned from an extensive visit in New
Mexico, where he had hoped to re
gain his health, and had been home a
week, being conscious to the last
minute. He was 20 years old, leaving
a prostrated mother, father, sister, and
affianced wife, Miss Lily Godfrey, to
mourn his loss. Funeral services were
held on Friday at three o'clock."
After being alive In the family vault
at Kansas City from January 12 to
the middle of May, Frederick J. Har
vey, one of the wealthiest men in
Kansas, came back to life the other
day, married his Denver sweetheart,
Miss Lily Godfrey, who was instru
mental in restoring him to life, depart
ed on his honeymoon the same day,
and will arrive here next week to
visit relatives.
Mr. Harvey is the son of Barnard
Harvey and grandson of the deceased
Frederick Harvey, the millionaire
owner of all the eating houses on
the Santa Fe line. The family is
well known throughout the United
States.
At the time of Mr. Harvey's death,
as the family still term his entomb
ment, he had contracted a severe cold,
which developed into pneumonia. His
already tubercular system was not
strong enough to throw off the addi
tional trouble, and physicians pro
nounced him dead. Death from poi
soned gas arising from the lungs was
given as the cause.
Although all respiration had ceased,
his affianced wife, Miss Godfrey,
would have it that he was not dead.
She wept and moaned, took the death
watch upon herself, and would not
leave the casket until it was placed
on a marble slab next the casket of
her father and aunt in the family's
tightly closed vault.
TI6ER KILLS PYTHON
IN DEADLY BATTLE
New York.—Any one who has never
seen the biggest python ever brought
to this country can find that snake on
board the steamship Indrasamha,
which arrived here the other day from
Yokohama, Singapore and other ports
east of Suez.
Captain Wilkes, master, says the
snake is 27 feet long and 3 feet in
circumference. No one took the trou-
"Dead" 8 Months
Returns to Life.
The Tiger Kept His Paws rs Busy as
Joe Gans.
ble to measure him, but he looks
every inch of the size the captain
gave.
There were four other big pythons
when the Indrasamha sailed from
Singapore, besides a royal Bengal
tiger that was the champion man-eater
in those parts before he was captured
and sold. He looks still as if his
appetite might be good if he only had
a chance to spread himself.
If it hadn't been for the tiger the
five pythons would have arrived in
tact. The tiger killed one of them
after a terrific battle.
Each of the pythons was in a sep-
SPOILED WEIGHT OF REBUKE.
Impulsive Professor Broke Off Ser
mon Abruptly.
Prof Feltbn, of Harvard, was a very
impulsive man, though of great.dig
nity and propriety in his general bear
ing. He had some theories of his
own about correct English, and was
very much disgusted if anybody trans
gressed them.
His brother, John, Felton, of the
class of 18—, afterward the foremost
lawyer on the Pacific coast, was alto
gether the most brilliant scholar in
his class. He was reported to the fac
ulty just before his graduation for
an offense which was punished by
what was called a public admonition.
The faculty, in consideration of his
excellent scholarship, instead of the
ordinary' punishment, directed that
Prof. Felton should admonish his
brother in private.
The professor was some 18 or 20
years the elder, and was respected by
bis brother rather as a father than
as a brother. He called John to his
study and told him the nature of the
complaint, and proceeded:
"I cannot tell you bow mortified!
For four months Harvey lay in the
camp of his dead ancestors, until Miss
Godfrey, crazed by the feeling which
grew upon her that her beloved was
not dead, returned to Kansas City and
begged especially with the family to
accompany her to the vault. The
mother, who was devoted to her son,
eagerly accompanied her, and the two
went together to the family plot. En
tering the vault for the first time
since the burial they stood astounded
at the door. The casket was open.
Sinister fears crept over them That
a tragedy had occurred neither doubt
ed. But the puzzling question was,
To Their Astonishment They Found
the "Corpse" Alive.
who had opened the casket? Trem
bling, Miss Godfrey approached to
learn the worst.
Astonished beyond expression she
found Mr. Harvey just as he was on
the day of the burial. The lips and
finger nails were still pink and there
was not a sign of decay in the en
tire body.
Later the fact developed that the
undertaker understood the pall bear
ers were to have put the lid on, and
that the pall bearers thought the un
dertaker would attend to it.
Mrs. Harvey and Miss Godfrey had
the body taken to the family home,
where they visited it daily from May
until September 4, then Harvey came
to life, and the wedding followed.
arate box on the main deck amidships,
and the tiger was in his cage not far
away. One day the Indrasamha ran
into a hurricane. It wasn't an every
day affair by any mesns, but one of
those that sailors tell about for years
afterward, the kind where the seas
tower mountain high on the weather
bow and turn the decks into a regular
Niagara when they break and spill
tneir tons of green water on the quiv
ering fabric as ehe labors barely abl#
to keep her head to the sea the kind
that sweep aft, carrying everything
movable before them, and end up by
going overboard astern in a swirl that
resembles the week's wash in a boil
ing caldron of soapsuds.
Anyway, it was blowing rfome, and
the seas did come aboard. There was
one particularly tall. gray-headed fel
low that got over the side an4 kicked
up old Nick. This sea hit the box of
one of the pythons, and the box turned
over. The weight of the python did
the rest, and before any one knew just
what had happened there was some 20
feet of snake at liberty.
Now, the python didn't seem to
know just what to do under the cir
cumstances. There were other waves
coming along, and, while perhaps he
did not have hydrophobia, he was
averse to a wetting. The nearest place
of safety seemed to be the tiger's
cage, and the python made for that
Of course, there were members of
the crew who could have told him,
but the crew was busy doing other
things just at that time. There are
always things a well ordered crew
may find to do when there is 20 feet,
more or less, of suake crawling about
the decks and the seas are rolling
aboard mountain high.
But the royal Bengal didn't like the
interloper, and as the python's head
came through the bars he swatted it.
The python came to in a minute or
so, and started for the tiger. The
tiger kept his port and starboard for
ward paws as busy as Joe Gans, and
it wasn't long before the python was
out. Then the tiger pulled him into
the cage and niade his dinner on
about six and a half feet of the snake.
How He Escaped.
"To what, major, do you attribute
your longevity?"
"Principally to the fact that my
parents kept an unloaded gun in the
house."—Houston Post.
am that my brother, in whose charac
ter and scholarship I had taken so
much pride, should have been report
ed to the faculty for this vulgar and
wicked offense."
John said, with great contrition: "I
am exceedingly sorry. It was under
circumstances of great provocation. I
have never been guilty of such a thing
before. I never in my life have been
addicted to profanity."
"Damnation, John," interposed the
profesbor, "how often have I told you
the word is profaneness, and not pro
fanity!"
It is perhaps needless to say that
the sermon ended at that point.—Bos
ton Herald.
Decline of Feminine Emotion.
With the decay of sentimentality
and the decline of hysterics we seem
to have embarked on an era of femi
nine imperturbability which is almost
as unnatural as the swoons and "va
pors" of a previous age. Tears are
out of fashion. No self-respecting
child ever sheds them nowadays, while
a squalling baby is only met with b*
the lower orders.—Ladles' Field.
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Blessing of Good Temper.
Good temper is fruitful in happy
fancies, in fair vista, in hopes and
plans of pleasure. Good temper is to
the pleasures of man what imagina
tion is to the fine arts—delights in
them, loves, multiplies, creates them.
—Jonbert.
Stoddard's Ruling Trait.
It was the habit of the late Richard
Henry Stoddard, the poet, to always
speak well of every one. No matter
how bad the character of a person,
the good gray poet invariably found
some trait to praise. One day, in his
office on Park row, some friend en
tered and asked him whether he knew
so and so, and if so, what was the
man's reputation. It happened that
the man had a shady reputation, and
was well known as a gold brick op
erator. The aged poet lighted his
pipe and said:
,"Yes, I know him. He is the most
energetic, progressive, irrepressible,
good natured, artistic kind of an un
mitigated rascal that I ever met."—
Leslie's Weekly.
St. Paul Flouted.
"Marry & Byrne, Plumbers," is a
sign in a nearby town. It was S
Paul, I believe, who said it was better
to marry than to burn.—N. Y. Press.
Various kinds of Misers.
There are different kinds of misers.
With some it is money and with otb«
ers it's comforts.
GARDEN
PROTECTING WATER PIPES
Boxes With Dead Air Space Between
the Surest Method.
Nothing is so good a protector from
frost or heat as dead air in insulat
ed compartments
Where a
pipes must be
placed in the
ground above the
line, or
above the ground
and fully exposed,
con
structed frost box
es are vastly su
perior to felt,
cork or
coverings. These
packing materials
are usually worse
than worthless
because they are
sure to become
soaked from con
densation on the
pipe and thus to
invite instead of
repel frost. This
is especially true
where the pipes
lead to elevated
tanks from wells
of cold water, be
cause in any
weather when the
temperature is above that of the wa
ter, condensation is likely to occur.
The simplest construction of an ef
fective protecting frost box, says the
Orange Judd Farmer, is constructed
with three dead air spaces well ceiled
and extending from below the frost
line up to the point of delivery at the
tank or at the house After the pipe
is in place a box tube of one-half or
three-quarters inch stuff and six inch
es inside diameter is built with the
Cross Section of Frost Box.
being left between the two boxes. In
like manner this box is ceiled and
supplied with trimmers for an outside
box of ship lap or matched boards to
surround a second two-inch air space.
Frost boxes so constructed will be
found effective in any climate and are
fully as satisfactory as more elabor
ately constructed ones.
USE FOR OLD HORSESHOES.
How They Can Be Made to Serve as
Supports for Fence Rails.
To make use of old horse shoes,
slightly straighten them and nail se
curely to fence
post where bars
are wanted. If
poles are used,
these supports
will prove to be
the best that can
be had. The ar
a is
quickly made and
costs little, as a
supply of old
horse shoes is
usually available
either about the
farm or at the
village a
smith shop Any
kind of a post
will do, but the
heavier the bet
ter, in order to
BAB POST. prevent sagging.
The important point to observe in
Betting bar and gate posts as well as
corner posts, is to nut them down
deep and tamp the earth very solidly
around them Bar posts should be
set at least three feet in the ground
and four feet is none too deep where
the land is springy or inclined to
heave.
HOME WATER SUPPLY.
System of Piping Which Brings Com
fort and Ease to One Farmer.
Farmers could have many more
home comforts if they would judi
ciously use the money wasted in oth
er ways. We prize our waterworks
very highly. We have hot and cold
water in the bathroom, cellar and
kitchen. Water is also supplied au
tomatically to the stalls, hog houses,
garden, hen houses, yards and hot
beds. We have also a foundtain on
the lawn. This water, explains a
Delaware farmer in writing to the Or
ange Judd Farmer, is pumped by a
windmill into a large tank from which SS
Raising Squabs.
Conditions of Soil, Drainage, Etc.,
Must Determine the Question.
The depth to which a man plows
his land has^ a bearing on the success
of his farming It is possible to plow
too deep, and it is certainly possible
to plow too shallow, to get the best
results But someone will ask, what
is the best depth for plowing? That
is an unanswerable question, because
all kinds of conditions exist on farms,
and those conditions are what must
set the depth of plowing The depth
to which to plow is a problem that
has been considered, with other ques
tions, and not by itself, by our best
investigators.
In the investigations of the soils of
southern Illinois, Prof. Hopkins found
sections where the potash had been
very much exhausted in the upper
seven inches of soil, so much so that
the crops could not get enough of that
element to make the growth they
should make. The advice of Prof.
Hopkins was to plow a little deeper
and thus get the use of the potassium
below the depth of the old plowings.
Now, here was a case where the land
had been farmed for so long a time
that the potassium was exhausted in
the soil usually turned up by the plow.
It is certain that if a new piece of
soil were brought under cultivation
in that region, the conditions would
not be the same. Tnis illustrates the
fact that no rule can be laid down.
How deep to farm must depend to
a considerable extent on the drainage
conditions existing on each field, says
the Farmers' Review. If the land is
flat and wet during a good deal of
the growing season no depth of plow
ing will increase its productiveness.
The roots of plants will not strike
below the water line, and if. during
an unusually dry time, they did go
down, it would be to rot when the
water rose permanently around them.
pipe in the center. It is then ceiled
outside with tar paper Trimmers are
then placed around the box to build
another box upon, a two-inch air space depend some on the fertility that can
The character of the soil also has
much to do with the depth of plow
ing and cultivating. A clayey soil
will not give as good results if plowed
deep as a sandy soil, for the air will
not readily penetrate the clayey soil
to a certain depth, as it will the sandy
soil, nor will the heat of the sun so
quickly warm it up to a point where
the seeds will germinate in it Sandy
land can and should be plowed quite
deep, for a number of reasons. One
of these is that it dries out more
quickly than clayey soil, as clay con
tains more water than sandy soil.
The sandy loam will therefore facili
tate the deep growing of roots, as the
roots easily penetrate the interstices
between the particles of soil.
There is still doubt that the soil
can be utilized several inches deeper
than is usually the case. Subsoil
plowing has proved very beneficial on
some lands, but not on others, and
here again comes in an illustration
of the fact that we cannot lay down
any rule that will prove of value on
all lands. The depth of plowing must
be applied to the soil and its ability
to be aerated.
STORING THE CORN CROP.
Crib Which Can Be Made Rat and
Bird Proof.
I have a corn crib which is proof
against rats and birds, writes a South
Dakota correspondent of the Farm
and Home. It is shown in the cut.
It is set on posts 1 foot out of the
ground sills lengthwise 3x4 inches,
floor joists 2x5 laid on top of sills.
Posts 2x4 inches and one-half foot
high are nailed to floor joists resting
on top of sills. Plates 2x4 inches with
1x4 inch cross section are fastened
to posts. The roof is arrangted to
give 9 inch eaves clear of sidefc and
is covered with three-ply tarresd pa
per. It has a double floor, the bottom
boards of rough hemlock and top! floor
of Carolina pine matched.
Extra heavy one-half-inch wire
mesh was put on inside of posts be
fore the second floor was laidi and
fastened in place by staples, va.lso
strips one-third inch over to ho|d it
securely in place. This room ife 20
feet long and has a swing, wire door
on the end to raise out of the a
for unloading corn from the wagon.
There is a space 8x4 feet on [the
north end which is covered with
matched boards and separated firom
the corn by a movable fence of boairds,
giving room for shelling and b$ing
protected from the cold winds. 'Whe
door on the east side is used to 'get
into this room. The wire door and
this door are kept locked as a pre
caution against borrowers.
FARM BITS.
Keep an eye out for Jack Frost.
Shocking the corn is harder than
filling the silo.
pipes lead to various outlets. The Indiana what crop is figured by
windmill cuts all our fodder, grinds the state bureau of statistics as 50
all the feed in addition to the pump- cent, larger than last year's ban*
ing, and does more than a man can crop.
do. Corn does not contain enough lime
to form the eggs that can be pro
duced from the other elements in the
food. Be sure and supply lime in
The raising of squabs is now re
ceiving great attention in this coun- abundance,
try, and multitudes are going into it. Small potatoes from productive
Great claims are made for the large hills give a better product than large
profits in the 'business, but it is cer- potatoes from unproductive hills,
tain that in some parts of the country This shows the importance of select
the business is being overdone, just ing seed in the field at digging time
as the Belgian hare business was rather than from the bin next spring,
overdone before it. This should not I Several instances were reported at
discourage the people that wish to go the Texas Nut Growers' association
into it, hut it should make them cau- where native pecan trees were giving
tious about plunging in too heavily regular annual returns of from $2
and without a due examination of the to $65 per tree in from five to tweiv
conditions, existing in the place in years after top-working with in
which the enterprise is to be started, proved varieties.
Hustling hens are the ones to lay
or
hatching business birds,
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