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PAGE SIX
SISTERS
By KATHLEEN NORRIS
Copyright by Kathleen Norris
CHAPTER Xll—Continued.
—ll—
don’t hate him.” she answered
quickly. “Indeed I don’t. And it Isn’t
just the place and rhe life. Peter! I
could be happy In two rooms—some
where —anywhere But not—with
him. Oh, Peter, if I hadn’t done It —’*
Her beauty, as she pushed her plate
aside and leaned toward him, was so
startling that Peter, a lighted match
half-raised to a fresh cigarette, put
the match down aimlessly and looked
thoughtfully at the cigarette, and laid
that down, tbo, without the faintest
consciousness of what he was doing.
The day was warm, and there was a
little dampness on her white forehead,
where the gold hair eJung to the brim
of the drooping hat. The soft curve
of her chin, the babyish shortness of
her upper lip, and the crimson sweet
ness of the little earnest mouth had
never seemed more lovely than they
were today. She was youth incarnate,
palpitating, flushed, unspoiled.
For a moment she looked down at
the table and the color flooded her
face; then she looked him straight in
the eyes and smiled. “Well ! Perhaps
It will all work out right, Peter,” she
said with the childish, questioning look
that so wrung his heart. She imme
diately gathered her possessions to
gether to go, but when they stepped
into sunshiny Geary street It was three
(•’clock, and Peter suggested that they
walk down to the boat.
They met Alix on the boat, but she
did not ask any embarrassing ques
tions ; she sat between them on the
upper deck, blinking contentedly at
the blue satin bay, her eyes following
the wheeling gulls or the passage of
ships, her mind evidently - concerned
only with the idle pleasantness of the
moment. And always, for Peter, there
was the same joyous sense of some
thing new—something significant—
something ecstatic in life.
From that hour he wrs never quite
at ease in Cherry’s company and
avoided being alone with her even for
an instant, although her presence al
ways caused him the new and tingling
delight He read her honest blue eyes
truly, and knew that although, like
himself, she was conscious of the new
sweetness and brightness of life, she
had never entertained for an instant
the flitting thought that it was Peter’s
feeling for her that made it so. She
thought, perhaps, that It would be the
old childish happiness that she had
known in the valley, the freedom and
leisure and irresponsibility of the old
days'.
The next day she talked in a trou
bled, uncertain way of going back to
Red Creek, and he knew why. But
Alix was so aghast at the idea, and
Peter, who was closing Dr. Strick
land’s estate, was so careful depart
early in the mornings and return only
late at night, that the little alarm, if
it was that, died away.
The next time that Cherry went in
to town. Alix did not go. and Peter,
sitting on the deck of the early boat
with her, asked her again to have
luncheon with him. Immediately a
cloud fell on her face and he saw her
breast rise quickly.
“Peter,” she asked him childishly,
looking straight into his eyes, “why
didn’t we *el! Alix about that?”
Peter tried to laugh and felt himself
begin to tremble again.
“About what?” he stammered.
“About our having been three hours
at lunch last week?”
“Why—l don’t know!” Peter said,
smiling nervously.
She was silent, and they parted
without any further reference to meet
ing for lunch.
That night, when Alix had gone to
bed, he entered the sitting room sud
denly to find Cherry hunting for a
hook. She had dropped on one knee,
the better to reach a low shelf, and
was wholly absorbed In the volume
she had chanced to open.
When she heard the door open she
turned, and immediately became very
pale. She did not speak as Peter
(•ame to stand beside her.
“Cherry-—” he said in a whlkper,
nis face close to hers. Neither spoke
again for a while. Cherry was breath
ing hard ; Peter was conscious only of
a wild whirling of brain and senses.
They, remained so, their eyes fixed,
their breath coming as if they had
been running, for endless seconds.
“You remember the question you
asked me this morning?” Peter said.
“Do you remember? Do you remem
ber?”
Cherry, her cold fingers still holding
.‘he place in the book she had been
reading, went blindly to the fireplace.
“What?” she said, !«. the merest
breath. “What?”
“Because,” Peter said, following her,
n sort of heady madness making him
only conscious of that need to hear
from her own Bps that she knew, “be
cause I didn’t answer that question
honestly !“
It mattered not what he said, or
what he was trying to express; both
were enveloped in the flame of their
new relationship; surprise and terror
were eclipsing even the strange joy
of their discovery.
“I must go home —I must go back
to Mart tomorrow!” Cherry said, in a
whispered undertone, as If half to her-
self. “I must go home to Mart to
morrow ! I—let’s not —let’s not talk !”
she broke off in quick Interruption, as
he would have spoken. “Let’s—l’d
rather not! I—where is my book?
What was I doing? Peter—Peter—”
“Just a minute!” Peter protested
thickly. “Cherry—l want to speak to
you—will you wait a minute?”
She was halfway to the door; now
she paused, and looked back at him
with frightened eyes. Peter did not
speak at once; there was a moment
of absolute silence.
**••*••*
And in that moment Alix came In.
She had said good-night half an hour
before; she was in her wrapper and
her hair fell over one shoulder in a
rumpled braid. Cherry, sick with
fright, faced her in a sort of horror,
unable to realize at that moment that
there was nothing betraying in her
attitude or Peter’s, and nothing In her
sister’s unsuspicious soul to give signi
ficance to what she saw, in any case.
Peter, more quickly recovering self
control, went toward his wife.
“Pete!” she said. “Cherry I Look
at this! Look at this!”
She held the paper out to them, but
it was rather at her that they looked,
as all three gathered near the hearth
again.
“I happened to finish my novel,"
Alix said, “and I reached for Dad’s
old Bible—it’s been there on the shelf
near my bed ever since I was married,
and I’ve even read it, too! But look
what was in It —there all this time!
It’s Uncle Vincent’s receipt to Dad
for that three thousand that is making
all the troupe !” Alix exulted to the still
bewildered Cherry. “It’s been there
all this time —and Cherry,” she added
in a voice rich with love and memory,
“that’s what he ifaeant by saying it
was in Matthew, don’t, you remember?
Doesn’t It mean that, Pete? Isn’t it
perfectly clear?”
“It means only about fifty thousand
for you and Cherry,” Peter answered.
“Yes sir, by George—it’s perfectly
clear! He paid it back—every cent of
it, and got his receipt! H’m—this
puts rather a crimp in Little’s plans—
I'll see him tomorrow. This calls off
his suit —”
“Really, Peter?” Alix asked, with
dancing eyes. “And it means that you
can keep the old house, Cerise,” she
exclaimed triumphantly, “and we can
be together part of the year, anyway!
Oh, come on, everybody, and sit down,
and let’s talk and talk about It! Let
me see it again—‘in recognition of all
claims against the patent extinguisher
aforementioned’—sit down. Pete; it’s
only ten o’clock! Let’s talk. Aren’t
you simply wild with .ioy. Cherry?”
But she told Peter later that she had
been surprised at Cherry’s quietness;
Cherry had looked pale and abstracted
and had not seemed half enthusiastic
enough.
• • • • • •••
It was a Sunday, foggy and overcast,
but not cold. The vines about the
porch were covered with tiny beads
of moisture; among the bushes in the
garden little scarfs and veils of fog
were caught, and from far across the
ridge the droning warning of the fog
horn penetrated, at regular, brief in
tervals. Alix was away.
“Cherry,” Peter said suddenly, when
the silent meal was almost over, “will
you talk about it?”
“Talk —?” she faltered. Her voice
thickened and stopped. “Oh, I would
rather not!” she whispered, with a
frightened glance about.
“Listen, Cherry!” he said, following
her to the wide porch rail and stand
ing behind her as she sat down upon
it. “Pm sorry! I’m just as sorry ns
I can be. But I can’t help it, Cherry.
I’m as surprised as you are —I can’t
tell you when it—lt all happened!
But it —” Peter folded his arms across
his chest, and with a grimly squared
Jaw looked off into the misty dis
tance —“it is there.” he finished.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Cherry whis
pered on a breath of utter distress.
“I’m so sorry! Oh, Peter, we never
should have let It happen—our caring
for each other! We never should have
p.Rowed ourselves to think—to dream
—of such a thing! Oh, Peter, I’m so
sick about it,” Cherry added, inco
herently, with filling eyes. “I'm just
sick about it! I know—l know that
Alix would never have permitted her
self to —I know she wouldn’t!”
He was close to her, and now he
laid his hand over hers.
"I care—” he said, quite involun
tarily, “I have always cared for
you! I know it’s madness —I know
it’s too late —but I love every hair of
your beautiful head ! Cherry—Cher
ry—
They had both gotten to their feet,
and now she essayed to pass him, her
face white, her cheeks blazing. He
stopped her and held her close in his
arms, and after a few seconds he felt
her resisting muscles relax and they
kissed each other.
For a full dizzy minute they clung
together, arms locked, hearts beating
madly and close and lips meeting
again and again. Breathless, Cherry
wrenched herself free and turned to
drop into n chair, and breathless, Pe
ter stood looking down upon her.
About them was the silence of the
dripping garden; all the sounds of the
world came muffled and dull through
the thick mist.
Then Peter knelt down beside her
chair and gathered her hands together
in his own, and she rested her fore
head on his, and spent and silent,
leaned against his shoulder. And so
they remained, not speaking, for a
long while. Presently Cherry broke
the brooding, misty silence.
“What shall we do?” she asked In
a small, tired voice.
Peter abruptly got to his feet, took
a chair three feet away, and with a
quick gesture of his hand and toss of
his head, flung back his hair.
“There is only one thing to do, of
course!” he said decidedly, In a voice
unrecognizably grim. “We mustn’t see
each other—we mustn’t see each oth
er! Now —now I must think how best
to manage that!”
Her eyes, heavy with pain, were
raised to meet his. and she saw his
mouth weaken with a sudden misgiv
ing. and she saw him try to steady it
and look down.
“I can—l shall tell Alix that this
new business needs me in town for
two or three nights,” he said, forcing
himself to quiet speech, but with one
fine hand propping his forehead as if
it ached. “I’ll stay at the club.”
“And ns soon as I can go,” Cherry
added feverishly, “I shall join Martin.
I’ll wire him tomorrow—this Is Sun
day—and I’ll go on Wednesday!”
Peter sprang over the porch rail
and vanished, walking with swift ener
gy up the trail that led toward the
mountain.
For the rest of the day Cherry lived
In a sort of daze of emotion: some
times she seemed to be living two
lives, side by side. In the one was
her old happy relationship with Alix,
and even with Peter, the old Joking and
talking and gathering for meals, the
old hours in the garden or beside the
fire, and in the other was the confused
1 1H WIF
He Seemed Absolutely Dumfounded.
and troubled and ecstatic conscious
ness of the new relationship between
Peter and herself, the knowledge that
he did not merely admire her, did not
merely feel for her an unusual affec
tion, but that he was consumed by a
burning adoration of her slightest mo
tion, the turn of her wrist, the smile
she gave Kow at breakfast time, the
motion she made when she stopped to
tie her shoe or raised her arm to break
an apple from the low, dusty branches.
The glory of being so loved enveloped
her like a great shining garment, and
her cheeks glowed softly rosy, and
there was a new and liquid softness,
a sort of shining glitter, in her blue
eyes.
Peter was quiet that evening, and
was gone the next morning when the
sisters came out to breakfast. He had
left a message to the effect that he
would not be at home that night, and
nt four o’clock telephoned confirming
the message. Alix chanced to answer
the telephone, and Cherry, who was in
her room, heard Peter’s name, and
stood still, listening with a shock of
disappointment.
But at eight o’clock that evening,
when she and Alix were sitting on the
porch, when the last ebbing pink of
the sunset had faded and great spiders
had ventured forth into the dusk and
the dews, there was a sudden hail at
the gate, and Cherry knew that It was
he! A flood of utter, irrational hap
piness rose in her heart; she had been
racked with hunger for the sound of
that voice; she had been ’•estless and
unsatisfied, almost feverish with long
ing and doubt; now peace came again,
and content.
He came up to them, his glance
resolutely averted from Cherry, ex
plaining that he was lonesome, assur
ing them that everything went well
and making them laugh with an ac
count of Justin Little’s reception of
the new turn of affairs. “He seemed
absolutely dunlfounded,” Peter said.
“He looked at the paper, read it,
laughed and said —in that little nerv
ous, smiling wuy of his—that he felt
it to be by no means conclusive—”
“I can hear him!” giggled Alix.
“And I guess both you girls will
have to come in in a day or two,”
Peter continued.
“Cherry’s going in to the dentist to
morrow,” said Alix.
“Ob, so I am!” Cherry said tn a
rather strained voice.
She did not look at Peter, nor did
he at her, but they felt each other’s
thoughts like a spoken word.
“Had you forgotten?” Alix asked.
“I don’t think I’ll go In, for I have
about n week’s work here to do.”
Peter left them, without one word
or look for Cherry, who went back to
the house with her sister in a most
agitated and wretched state of mind.
She had the telephone in her hand, to
cancel the engagement with her den
tist, when AJix suddenly consented to
accompany her into town; “and at
lunch time we’ll take a chance on the
St. Francis, Sis,” Alix said, innocently,
“for Peter almost always lunches
there!”
Feeling that the question was set
tled, yet restless and unsatisfied still.
Cherry dressed for town; they climbed
into the car; Alix’s firm hands, in yel
low chamois gloves, snatched at the
wheel; the die was cast.
Yet at the station another change of
plan occurred, for as Alix brought the
car to the platform Anne came toward
them from the arriving train, a gloved
and demure and smiling Anne, anx
ious, she explained, to talk over this
newest development, and “whether It
proved to be of any value or not,” to
try to find out what Uncle Lee had
really wanted for them all. and then
agree to do that in a friendly manner,
out of court.
"My first feeling, when Frenny told
me,” said Anne, chatting pleasantly in
the shade, "was one of such relief!
For I hadn’t wanted all that money
one bit,” she confessed gaily. “I only
wanted to do what was fair. Only
two or three nights ago 1 said to
Frenny that it really belonged to us
all. and last night we talked and
talked about it, and the result was
that I said that I must see the giris-r
we three are the only ones concerned,
after all, and”—Anne’s old half-merry
and half-pouting manner was un
changed—“what we decide is what
really matters!” she finished.
“Why, there is no question that it’s
Daddy’s handwriting,” Cherry said,
with what, for her, was sharpness. I
“and it seems to me—lt seems to mo
Anne—” she added,
“That you have a nerve!” Alix
ished, not with any particular venom.
“That document throws the case out
of court,” she said flatly. "Peter is
confident of that!”
Anne’s pale face flushed and her
eyes narrowed.
Cherry was flushed and uncomfort
able. There was an awkward pause.
"Board?” shouted a trainman, with
a rising inflection. The sisters looked
at each other in a panic of haste.
“I can’t leave this car here,” Alix
exclaimed. “I’ve got to park her and
lock her and everything! Run; get
on board. Cherry. I don’t have to go
in, anyway—you’ve got a date!”
Cherry’s heart leaped, sank coldly,
and leaped again, as with a swift nod
of parting she hurried for her train.
The other two women watched her
with forced interest as she climbed
on board and as the trajn slipped
noiselessly out of sight. It curved
among the redwoods and was gone be
fore either spoke a'gain. Then, as her
eyes met Anne’s friendly, questioning
smile, Alix said awkwardly:
“I think the only thing to do is for
you and Justin to take this up with
Peter, Anne. I mean—l mean that
you were the ones who proposed to
bring It into court In the first place,
and —and 1 don’t understand much
about it. As far as coming to any
agreement with me Is concerned, you
might Just as well have gone back on
the train with Cherry. I hate to talk
this way—but we all think you acted
very—well, very meanly!” Alix fin
ished rather flatly.
“Perhaps it’a just uJ well to under
stand each other!” A,nne said, with
hot cheeks. They exchanged a few
more sentences, wasted words and
angry ones, and then Anne walked
over to a seat in the shade, to wait
for another train, and Alix, with her
heart beating hard and her color high,
drove at mad speed back to the moun
tain cabin.
“I didn't ask her to lunch —I don’t
care!” Alix said to herself, in agita
tion. “She and Justin know they’re
beaten —they’re just trying to patch
it up before It’s too late-—I don’t care
—I won’t have her think she can get
away with any such scheme—!”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Sawdust Diet Progresses.
Hydrollzed sawdust as a part of a
ration for cows is apparently giving
satisfactory results in Wisconsin. The
forest service of the United States De
partment of Agriculture reports that
cows at the agricultural college of that
state are doing as well on a ration
of one-third sawdust as they did
when their feed was only one-fourth
wood meal. That is to say, they are
keeping up their weight and their milk
production and show no ill effects from
the diet.
The bureau of xnimal industry Is
considering the, proposal of the forest
service laboratory to start feeding
trials with dairy animals In which the
wood product will form a part of the
ration and the tests will extend for an
entire year at least. The hydrollzed
wood feed for these cows will be made
at the laboratory. So far all the stock
feed has been made from white pine
sawdust. Other soft woods, particu
larly the western species, will be tried
in the future.
Judge not your neighbor harshly; he
may be on the jury when it is your
turn to face the fudge.
DISPOSITION OF
SEEDS
Replies to Questionnaire Show
That Biggest Part Is Sold
to Neighbors.
LOCAL SHIPPERS GET SHARE
Some Growers Get Good Results by
Advertising in Nearby Country
Newspapers and in Various
Farm Periodicals.
(Prepared by the United St a tee Department
of Asricalture.)
The farmer who has produced a sur
plus of seed may sell it to any one of
the following: His neighbors, other
farmers through such means as adver
tising and correspondence, local ship
pers, traveling seed buyers, distant
seedsmen hy mall, and by advance
growing contract. In reply to question
naires sent out by the bureau of
markets and crop estimates, United
States Department of Agriculture, 2,-
400 growers scattered throughout the
country submitted data showing that
the farmer sells most of his seed to
neighbors. A considerable quantity,
though, is sold to the local shipper.
Distant seedsmen by means of their
Although the Farmer Sells Most of His
Seed to Neighbors, a Considerable
Amount Is Sold to Local Shippers
or to Distant Seedsmen.
traveling buyers and correspondence
also buy large quantities of seed direct
from farmers.
Seed Grown on Contract.
Although probably most of the vege
table seeds are produced on advance
growing cunt routs entered into between
large commercial vegetable-seed dealers
and farmers located in mure or less
well defined areas, only a small per
centage of field seed'is disposed of by
farmers in this way.
Some farmers obtain good results by
advertising in nearby county news
papers and In agricultural periodicals
which circulate in sections of the
country that consume relatively large
quantities of the kind of seed offered
for sale.
Various federal and state publica
tions and. within recent months, county
newspapers and agricultural periodicals
publish current information relative to
the supply, demand, movement, and
prices of the important kinds of field
seeds when the principal movement of
each kind from the farm Is taking
place. The farmer who makes use of
this Information lias a better under
standing of the worth of his seed and
can meet the dealer on more even
terms than in the past, when the
dealer was almost alone in his knowl
edge of what was going on in the seed
markets.
Early Selling Advisable.
There is no one best time at which
to dispose of seeds. The general rule
of tailing when the buyer is anxious
to bur holds ns true in seed transac
tions as in others. Ordinarily seeds
men are eager to buy seeds as soon
after thrashing as possible, especially
If the carryover of that particular seed
from previous years Is less than
normal.
Most large seedsmen buy the hulk of
their grass and clover seed before Feb
ruary 1 and make purchases after that
to fill open orders or to replenish low
stocks. Frequently higher prices may
bp received after February 1, but the
grower runs considerable risk In not
being able to dispose of his seed to
seedsmen as late as that, and con
sequently of being compelled to carry
It over until the next planting season
or to sell it to some seedsman who Is
willing to speculate on it nt. a price
usually considerably below current
prices.
By keeping in touch with the
published seed market information for
the entire country and not focusing nil
of his attention on local conditions,
which may be just the opposite from
those prevailing elsewhere, the farmer
can determine pretty well for himself
when it is advisable to sell Ilfs seed.
KEEPING CHICKENS SHUT UP
if Hoppers Are Not Provided Then
Clean Off Place to Throw Feed
On—Avoid Roup.
Sometimes when stormy one lias to
keep the chickens shut up and feed
In Hip same building; If you don’t
have hoppers to feed from, clean a
place off to throw the feed unless you
want roup. Have plenty fresh air but
avoid drafts. The word roup makes
one sit up and pay attention, especial
ly one that has had It in his flock. It
is the most dreaded of poultry diseases
ind the chopping block Is about the
»nlr and safest cure.
WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 1, 1922.
SILAGE IS FAVORED
BY CATTLE FEEDERS
Rapidly Attained Use Among Pro
ducers of Beef.
It Will Not Fatten Animals Unless Ac
companies by Concentrates of
Some Kind—Moat of Corn
stalk Is Used.
(Prepared by the United States Department
of Agriculture.)
It has not been many years since
corn silage was considered merely as a
feed suitable chiefly for dairy cows,
but it has rapidly attained a wide use
among beef producers in the corn bell.
Now all feeding that is not dune on
pasture may be divided into two
classes —that in which silage is fed
and that in which it is not fed. As a
whole the two classes are now about
equally divided, but in some states the
difference is very marked. Surveys by
the United States Department of Agri
culture covering the last two winters
showed that 83 per cent of 4,556 cattle
fed in Indiana received silage in thefr
fations, 87 per cent of 7.280 in Illinois.
30 per cent of 8.290 In lowa, 8 per cent
of 6,129 in Nebraska, and 50 per cent
of 8.964 In Missouri.
Where silage is used It supplies meat
of the roughage. Nearly all the silage
is made from corn, probably 99 per
riWt of the total. Sorghum, sunflowers
and legumes are sometimes used In.lo
calities on the extreme edge of the
com belt, such as western Kansas and
Nebraska and western and northern
South Dakota. A greater use of silage
depends largely upon the supply and
value of other roughage.
The main facts about the use of
silage in fattening cattle are thus sum
marized by the department: The
greater the proportion of silage to
corn the cheaper the gains. The
greater the quantity of corn-the less
silage consumed. Silage will nut fatten
cattle unless accompanied hy concen
trates. In silage most of the cornstalk
is used. Cuttle fed on silage will eat
more straw or stover. It purchased
protein foods are added to the feed,
the resultant manure Is richer. Silage
fed cattle do uot finish quite ns well as
those strictly dry-fed. Adding com to
the silage produces u better finished
animal that usually brings a lietter
price, and It also results in better
gains on hogs that follow the cattie.
Silage-fed cattle shrink more than
those fattened without silage. The
price of corn and the value of other
concentrates should be a guide to the
limit of corn In a silage ration.
FACTS ABOUT RUST OF GRAIN
Extensive Studies Have Been Made in
Greenhouse at Purdue University.
Indiana.
Investigations of the leaf rust of
grains and grasses are being made by
the United States Department of Agri
culture in co-operation with the Pur
due university agricultural expert
ment station. These studies consist
principally of experiments to deter
mine the relationships of the leaf rust
of wheat,- rye. and barley, the deter
ruination of possible biologic forms of
these rusts, the study of a wide range
of plants as possible secondary hosts,
and cultural studies of the leaf rust
of wheat to determine what grasses
may serve as hosts for this rust.
Extensive studies have been made in
the greenhouse at La Fayette. Ind..
where rust spores collected from nu
merous species of grasses have been
sown on various plants which possibly
may act as secondary hosts. The ex
istence of biologic forms leaf rust
of wheat has been discovered, and it
is now known that these forms have a
wide range of grass hosts.
In addition to the greenhouse studies,
more than 200 wheat varieties and
selections were sown in Tennessee,
Indiana, Illinois, and Wisconsin, and
several varieties resistant to leaf rust
are being grown at a number of sta
tions In the southeastern states. Prog
ress is being made in the breeding
of wheat for resistance to leaf rust,
and it has been demonstrated that
the high-yielding, hard red winter
wheat, Kanred, which is resistant to
stem rust, is also resistant to leaf rnst.
TIME FOR BLASTING STUMPS
Better Results Obtained When Soils
Are Wet Than When Dry Be
cause of Resistence.
In blasting stumps the nature of
the soil is one of the important fac
tors that must be considered in fixing
the size of the charge. The more
resistance the soil offers to the force
of (he explosion the greater will bo
the force exerted against the stump.
Hence, the United Stales Department
of Agriculture points out, stumps In
loose, sandy soils must be more heavily
loaded than those In firm, stiff soils.
It is generally agreed that so-called
highspeed explosives give better re
sults in sandy soils than do low per
centage dynamites or stumping pow
ders.
Since water cannot be compressed,
its presence In the pores or open
spaces in loose soils adds something
to the resistance that Is offered to the
explosive force and thus makes the
explosion somewhat more effective. It
follow, that, especially in sandy soils,
better results will be obtained in blast
ing stumps when the ground is wet
than when It Is dry. It should be re
membered, however, that moist soil
In this connection refers to soil near
the charge—2 or 3 feet underground
and not surface soil.