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THE HOLBROOK NEWS. HOLBROOK, ARIZONA. APRIL 22, 1921.
LI VI ID)IKlWl;i THE FELLOW IN She looked from him to the row of breathless men facing her, impatiently, her bosom rising and falling tumultuously. . "And I've got to choose which tone I'd rather marry?" "Well, yes, that is the idea crudely expressed. Not that you are compelled in any way; only we feel it highly desirable; that well, perhaps I may say, it is the will of God that you make some such choice." Her eyes wandered vp and down the shrinking line, resting calmly on face after face. If she felt any humor in the situation, there was no expression of it visible. ' She retained an appearance of sullen indifference, which was almost insolent. "There ain't no more of 'em f . "No; this is all." "And I got to pick from these?" ... The preacher nodded his head, as she glanced inquiringly in his direction. . The pent-up breath came in a sigh from between her lips. "Well, if I've got to, I have, I suppose, and so far as I can see it don't make no great difference. I'll take the fellow sittin' over there on the window the one with the pink shirt." And so they were married. But they didn't live happily er after, because this marriage occurs right at the beginning of the story.' Moreover there was no love or even acquaintance between the young couple. Besides, the bride was kidnaped on her wedding day. So it was just naturally up to the bridegroom to rescue her. And in the ad ventures that followed the young people became "Comrades of Peril," with Cupid managing the game. Unusual? Well, it's another of those decidedly out-of-the-ordinary Western stories by Randall Parrish. During the last three years the Western Newspaper Union has released six serials by this popular author and each has been a great success. Enough said. CHAPTER I. Return of the Wanderer. Shelby, alone In the buckboard, drove to the summit of the ridge, halt ing the broncs, as his eyes swept over the scene outspread below. The ani mals, their dusty sides streaked with sweat, stopped willingly after their sixty-mile trip from the Cottonwood. . Below was a deep, narrow valley, in the midst of which Ponca spread out along the bank of the creek that gave the town its name. To Shelby, wearied with the dull plains, here was a scene of beauty. Just beyond there was life, fresh, luxuriant, sweet; running water, lusci ous green grass, and above all, that which he craved most, human com panionship. To be sure, he knew Ponca of old, and possessed no Illu sions. Ugly, dirty, unkempt, Ponca made no pretense to either cleanli ness, or respectability; It possessed no pride, no hope of a future. It seemed to recognize Its destiny, and be content, a mere mushroom town of the frontier, an adjunct of the cattle trade, permitted to flourish today, but -as certainly doomed to perish tomor row. J The man who sat there on the ridge gazing down, the reins held Idly In his hand, his eyes following the wind ing of the valley, was a perfectly nat ural part of the picture he belonged. Beneath the tan and dust was a smoothly shaven face, a face . of twenty-five, or twenty-six, the features strong, nose somewhat prominent, lips firm and full, with dark-gray eyes shadowed by heavy lashes. In truth, he appeared all man, a certain reck less gayety about him not to be mis taken, yet as evidently not to be light ly taken advantage of. "It certainly beats h 1," he mut tered, unconsciously aloud, "that a ' man should dream about visiting a dump like this. Shows what sort o' place Cottonwood is to make a fellow homesick for Ponca. Town looks kinder dead; no cattle in the corráis. H 1, what's the difference? There'll be some of the old bunch hangin" "round, an' we'll make things hum for awhile. Come, broncs, jog along ! Let's show Ponca we're a live outfit!" It was a rough, curving descent, the trail !n places barely wide enough for the wheels, but the driver never lost control, guiding the broncos with ex pert hand, until they finally swung about the edge of a great rock at the bottom, and went charging at full gallop Into the main street. To better express the exuberance of his feelings at this return to civilization, and an nounce his arrival, Shelby whipped out Ms gun and began shattering the at mosphere, driving the animals frantic as the sharp reports rang out over their, backs. But If any sensation was expected. It signally failed to materialize. Ponca remained deserted, and unimpressed. Long experience had either rendered the Inhabitants Indifferent to such a display, or els,e the town had gone utterly dead. The silence and desola tion caused Shelby to utter an oath, and suddenly swing his team up to a hitching rack In front of McCarthy's saloon, the door of which stood in vitingly open. An Instant the per plexed driver sat there, staring grlm--ly about from end to end of the de serted street. "What the h 1!" he ejaculated at last, "Is up anyhow? Ia this a grave yard I've got into? Lord, It can't be all the boys have got out; but some thing is sure dead wrong. Well, Mac's open anyhow. I'll go In and find out" He sprang out over the wheel, stif fened from the long ride, yet standing erect nevertheless, and strode up the saloon steps" and in through the open door. He had expected a welcome and this strange lack of interest on the part of the citizens of Ponca had already considerably chilled his en thusiasm. Once inside, he stopped, staring about In even deeper perplex ity. The big saloon was absolutely empty of patrons the tables were un occupied ; no one was lined up In front of the long bar, and no sound of voices or of poker chips came down from the room above. The place seemed like a huge grave, and, for a brief mo ment, he even failed to perceive Its only occupant a red-mustached bar rad: By RANDALL THE PINK SHIRT tender In front of the mirror, Indus triously rubbing the immaculate glass. Thoroughly angered by this time, Shel by advanced, his footsteps muffled by the sawdust on the floor. "What the.h 1 Is the matter with this dump?" he demanded savagely, his fist thumping the bar. "Oh, so It's you. Is it. Moran? ' Well, are you all that's left In Ponca?" The red-mustached one turned In differently, yet managed to extend a rather limp hand -In fraternal greeting. "That's 'bout the size of It, Tom," he admitted gravely. "Where yer been the last six months?" "Over on the Cottonwood, ranching. Say, I ain't seen nothln' but dogs since I struck this valley. What's up? Ponca gone on the bum?" "No ; she's all right mostly. Be all right tomorrow, I reckon, fer Hitch cock's outfit's comin' In with a bunch o' steers. What'll yer drink?" "Best yer"ve got, o' course. That looks a bit like old times, an' tastes like it. Take a snort with me. Moran. Where's Mac, an' all the boys, any how?" "Out" ter the funeral; that's what's the matter with this townI'The whole kit an' caboodle gone across the creek to help plant old Dad Calkins. You remember Old Dad?" "No, can't say I do; what was he, a gambler?" '. "Kind of a tin-horn ; soused most o the time but still everybody liked him ; pretended ter be a blacksmith when he first come, an' put up a shack down there next the hotel. Never worked mor'n three days to my knowledge since just naturally bummed 'round, but he was a h 1 of a good story-teller, an' the boys cottoned to him. Sure, yer ntust have knowed him." Shelby shook his head. "What did he die from?" "Shot himself, I reckon. He was picked up over back o' the dance hall, with a bullet in his nut an' a gun in his hand. The girl was huntin' for him, 'cause he didn't come home, an so Dan he went along with her. The two of 'em found him out there." "What girl?" "Daughter, I s'pose. She's been yere kinder keepln' house ever since I first knew the cuss." "How old Is she?" .' "I ain't no Jedgé o' females' ages, If yer ask me, but maybe sixteen or seventeen. Quite . a wisp of ' a gurl first I saw her, but she don't make up with nobody ; sorter sullen-like, an Just stays ter home all the time." "Where'd you say all this rumpus was goin' on?" "Oyer cross the creek, beyond thát bunch o' willows.' You know where the graveyard Is. Goln: ter be some obsequies, you bet. Dan he went clear to Buffalo Gap for ter git a preacher ter do the thing up swell. What's the matter with yer goin' over there, Tom, an' takln' the show in? Dan'll be be mighty pleased ter see yer horn In." Shelby helped himseil to another drink and gazed disconsolately about the big, desolated room. "I reckon IH turn the broncs Into Davis' corral, an' then amble along," he said slowly. "Even a funeral's better than this dump today." He had waded the shallow waters and reached the edge of the willows before his eyes distinguished the crowd gathered in the open space be yond. It was surely some funeral ; there was no doubt about that. A mass of men stood there, bare-headed in the sunshine, and .eyond them, on a little knoll, a small bunch of women were crowded together, girls from the dance hall mostly. Judging from their clothes and faces, although one or two older women' were at the farther end. Shelby caught a glipmse of the ex preacher, elevated on a box, and his ears caught the sonorous words of ex hortation with which he ended his ser mon. There followed a faint applause, checked instantly by McCarthy, who politely requested the bunch to stop making d d fools of themselves, and immediately announced that . the Ponca male quartette would sing "On ward, Christian Soldiers," after which those who desired would be given the opportunity to view for the last time the features of the departed. As the last dulcet strains of the hymn rolled away, McCarthy, as though anxious to preserve the lives of the singers by OF quick action, pushed his way once again to the front. "Now, you bucks," he roared out tersely, "line up along them willows. I'll go first with the daughter as chief mourners, an' then the females will fall in behind. After that the rest of yer can mosey along. We're goin' ter do this up in some style, an' it ain t just goin' to be showln' proper respect fer the dead, but we're agoin' ter re member the orphaned and the father less. Thet's the way Ponca does busi ness. Now, chip in, gents ; there's a box there at the head of tfie corpse, an' after, yerve had a squint at OP Dad cough up something fer the gurl." Shelby dropped Into place behind the stage agent, who recognized the newcomer with a hard handgrip and grin of welcome. "Just blow in? We're givin Old Calkins the time o' his career; owed me a hundred, but what the h 1 do I care! Know the ol cuss?" "No; I just dropped around fer to pass away the time. Some spouter that fat preacher." "Ain't he, though !" admiringly. "He sure shot off some language I never did hear afore. . Yer heard our quar tette, I reckon?" "Heard it! Not being altogether deaf, I did. Hullo, the .procession is about to start so that's Old Calkins' girl, is it?" The stage agent nodded. "Yep; not so darned much to look at, either. I don't reckon I've seen her afore fer a year." Shelby could- not have described what there was about the girl to in terest him even slightly. As Mike said, there was not much to look at, and what there was had been rendered particularly hideous by the Ill-fitting black dress in which she was dressed. She walked" well, and she held her head straight up, a bit defiantly, look ing neither to- right nor left as Mc Carthy led her forward by a grasp on one arm. The corners of her mouth drooped a trifle and her hair was drawn straight back and bound in a wisp. Altogether she made a rather pathetic picture, and this some how impressed Shelby. He watched her stop at the head of the opened casket and look down at the face of the dead man. There was no sign of a tear, no semblance of a sob, and There Was No Sign of a Tear. then she moved on with no change perceptible in her face, outwardly un moved. To all appearances her only desire was to have the affair ended and be left alone. Shelby passed and stared down at the face in the casket, that of a man of sixty, possibly, yet exhibiting even in death the marks of a hard life which had unduly aged him. It was rather an intelligent face, framed in a white beard, with the fragment of a scar showing on one cheek.' There was something about the face strange ly familiar, yet he could not recall the man to memory some way the sight of him had turned his mind back to army days, yet the two would not connect themselves definitely. As he thrust his contribution into the box, McCarthy gripped him cordially. "Well, bless me, if here ain't Tom Shelby, lookln like a white man, and blowin' his money like a good sport. How's things on the Cottonwood? Fine as silk, hey? See yer later, Tom. No, yer don't, Ramsay! You tried that game on me once before. I'm keepin' cases here." There was a moment's delay, while Ramsay reluctantly dug down Into his jeans for an amount satisfactory to the party In charge, and Shelby, still struggling with his elusive memory, bent over and asked hoarsely: "Say, Mac, who was this guy, any way?" 'Old Dad, you mean? Furst I kne.' of the fellow was about three years ago, blacksmithin down at Kelly's camp. When that moved on he come up here, an' has been hangin' 'round ever since. Wa'n't such a bad sort, 'cept when In liquor; a smart ol Cevll, too ; read everything he could get hold of." "Do you happen to know If he was ever In the army?" "Come to think of it, Tom, I do. Once when he was drunk, he showed me his discharge papers. Lemme see; h 1, yes the ol cock wus a sergeant In the Sixth cavalry. That's all right, Ramsay pass along. ' Now, whose next; step up lively, boys." Shelby drifted along with the line. PI which broke into groups, waiting si lently for the ceremonies to be con- eluded and the body lowered Into the grave before wending their way back to the delights of Ponca. The ranch man lingered with the others while the preacher solemnly consigned the body to dust, but when he saw the quartette climbing back Into the wag on for a final song, he promptly Joined a number who were attempting to escape. Shelby paused and glanced back ; the distance was too great to distinguish faces, yet there was no mistaking the pathetic figure of the girl standing in loneliness beside the still open grave. She had not particu larly appealed to him before, but now his heart made vague response to her loneliness. It was doubtless this lingering mem ory which kept him away from Mc Carthy's saloon during the next hour. He had' lost his earlier Inclination for a wild carouse in town, or any desire to renew old acquaintances at the bar. He was almost persuaded to load up in the morning, if he could find the hand he needed and drive back to Cot tonwood. There was nothing In It, this getting drunk on vile whisky and blowing in all he had saved at faro. H 1, no! He needed every dollar to make the ranch pay and could not afford to be a d n fool forever. Here is where he would quit. No doubt, he was honest enough in these intentions. yet the mood passed away so com pletely that before night he was again with the gang and had stowed away sufficient liquid refreshments to com pletely overcome any lingering recol lection of any higher purpose. In this happy condition he finally wended his way across the street to the shelter of the hotel. CHAPTER II. f Outlining a Plot. The Occidental hotel, Hicks proprie tor, was merely a place In which one could sleep and eat, if one was thor oughly acclimated to border ideas of comfort. McCarthy, having no home of his own, roomed over his saloon but was compelled to eat the Hicks brand of cooking, and, with many apologies therefor, had, on this partic ular, occasion, the ex-reverend from Buffalo Gap as his honored guest. Shelby saw the two when he first en tered, over in the farther corner" and, as there chanced to be a vacant seat beside McCarthy, he made his slightly uncertain way in that direction and succeeded In safely establishing him self on the empty bench. The room was well filled with men, most of them still discussing the Important event of the afternoon, and be soon became aware that the conversation of the two next to him bore upon the same sub ject. Shelby stared at the smoking, greasy mess outspread before him, prying open a soggy biscuit, and asked a question of McCarthy. "How'd the collection come out. Mac?" . "What collection? Oh, for the gurl ; "bout five hundred, wa'n't It, reve rend?" "Four ninety-seven, 1 said the preacher In his deep voice. "Quite an assistance for the young woman in this time of bereavement, as I am Informed her father left little or no property." "Property! Old Calkins! Well, I should say not. And what's more," the saloon-keeper becoming Interested, "t don't see how that money's goin ter do her much good. I was Just talkin' ter the dominie yere about her. Tom, what Is she agoin' ter do? An' what hed this town ought ter do fer her?" "What do you mean? They done enough, ain't they, with that swell funeral an' five hundred bucks on top of It? What more would she expect?" "She don't expect nuthin'. That ain't her style. I got an idee she won't even accept this bunch o coin. She's the ornarlest heifer I ever saw. But that's got no bearin' on us. She's an orphan, left yere in Ponca with río visible means of support. She's a decent girl; nobody ever said nuth in against her, and the way it looks ter me we got a moral duty ter per form. Ain't that It, Reverend?" "That is the thought I endeavored to convey," returned the visitor from Buffalo Gap seriously. "You heard me, I presume, young man?" "Only the last few sentences," ad mitted Shelby. "I don't belong here, but just happened to drift In today." "Tom's ranchin over on the Cotton wood." Interrupted McCarthy, J'but he's a mighty straight guy, an' I'd like ter have him express his feelln's on this yere Idee o' yours, Reverend. It's rather a new. one on me." The preacher straightened up and cleared his throat. "Well, here's the case of a young girl, seventeen or eighteen years old, who has had no experience whatever in life, suddenly left an orphan in this town, without any money or friends, so to speak. Where can she go? What can she do? There Isn't a place she could earn a living here, excepting the dance hall; there Isn't a place In this town she could call home. That is what I tried to make clear to Mr. McCarthy that the men of this town ought to give her a chance. Mac here's a married man; got a wife and two daughters of his own back East and he cottoned to my Idea right away." "But what Is your idea?" "Marriage, sir marriage; honorable matrimony. I even offer my services freely. The girl should be given a husband and a home; this would as sure her future and relieve Ponca of every obligation. Do you see the point?" "Yes," admitted Shelby, yet rather ! Lav aJL Copyright, A. O. MeCInrf; and Co. dazed at the project, "tut there would seem to be certain obstacles In the way of such a scheme. No doubt you have considered these. Who, for In stance, would marry her?" "There Isn't likely to be any trouble about that," confidently. "If she'd fix up she'd be a right good-looking girl, besides, she's got five hundred dollars to start with and that's more money than a lot of these gazabos ever saw In all their lives. I'll bet there's fifty men In Ponca that would jump at the chance." , "Rounders and tin-horns." "Some of them sure. But there would be some decent fellows among them. That's about how we figured it, McCarthy?" The saloonkeeper nodded. "There's quite a few of the right kind 'round Ponca, Tom, who'd be mighty glad to get a decent woman and settle down. I could name a half dozen right now.' What I ain't so sure 'bout is the gurl." "She might object? Of course she will, and why shouldn't she. You want to know what I think of ' the scheme, Mac? Well, It's a fool idea and it won't work that's what I think of It; it's idiotic." The Buffalo Gap man leaned for ward, drawing In his paunch so as to view the speaker around McCarthy. The words of condemnation evidently cut, for his face was flushed, although he held his temper. "That's what Mac here said at first, but now he believes it will work, and so do L" he explained gravely. "It isn't at all likely the girl will object to getting married, provided she hooks up with a man she sort of likes. The only problem Is to discover the right fellow." "And you think you can go out in this town, rope an' hog-tie any stray maverick you find on the range an' give him the brandln' iron, do yer?" "You get right out o here, the whole kit an' caboodle -of you." (TO BE CONTINUED.) ENGLISH OAK MOST DURABLE Specimens of It Have Been Known to Survive in Good Preservation for Centuries. The durability of English oak is the greatest of any known forest timber, discoveries having been made that it Is preserved almost as well undei water through centuries as It is when shielded by roofs In ancient castles. Professor Burnett of London pos sessed a piece of English oak from King John's palace at Eltham, per fectly sound and strong, which can b traced back for more than five hun dred years. The oaken shrine of Ed ward the Confessor Is more than eight hundred years old. One of the oaken coronation chairs in Westminster ab bey has been there for more than five centuries. In Gloucester cathedral there are thirty-one stalls of rich tabernacle work executed in oak in the reign ol Edward III, and beautifully perfect When the foundations of the old Savoy palace In London, built 700 year previously, were torn down, the piles, many of which were of oak, were found In a stale fVperfect soundness. A vessel, found in IW. river Rother, In Kent, said to date back to the time oi King Alfred, was found to be sound despite the fact that Its oaken keel had been buried in the mud. An oak boat was found near Brlgg In an al most perfect condition, despite the fact It was nearly two hundred yean old. Detroit News. DOGS AND CHURCH WINDOWS Both In Ancient and Modern Times Animal's Representation Has Been Frowned Upon. The stained-el ass representation of the "Pedlar and his Dog," to which attention has been directed by the dis covery of a boundary stone of "Ped lar's Acre," on the site of the new countv hall, was removed, owing to the alleged Incongruity of introducing the figure of a dog in a church window, says the Westminster Gazette. Oulte recently Chancellor Prescott of Carlisle refused a faculty a stained- glass window In a Westmoreland church because the design Included a doe : and perhaps the only existing ex- amDle of does used for ecclesiastical decorations are to be found in Lord Brownlow's private chapel at Ash bridge. In this church one stained-glass window, depicts Tobias and Sara In bed and a dog sleeping on the quilt, while in another window Job Is shown being mocked by three men, one of whom la holding a dog by a chain. Caves Always of Interest. None of the peculiar rormatlons of the earth are more Interesting than caves, and many are the adventures that have been had by the explorers of these often mysterious caverns. The very word "cave" seems to have a strong attraction for everybody. Some of the best and most Interesting stories have been written about adven tures In caves, so they have always been well advertised on library shelves. And then we must remem ber that caves were the only homes cf many people who lived In the undiscov ered parts of the world thousands of years ago, and this in itself adds much historical Interest to these natural tunnels under the surface of the arth. it .. d U vlR FEEDING AND CARE OF HOGS Pedigree Alone Is Not Sufficient to Make a. Satisfactory Animal Management Counts. Two men attended a sale of pure breds and one of them bought the top gilt for more than $300. She was sold a year later for a little more than half of that amount. The oth er paid $100 for a gilt for which he refused $300 a year later. The first gilt was worth the original price, but lack of development made the second price a fair one. The second gilt sold high enough, In thfe judgment of the sale crowd ; proper development dur ing the second year of her life more than trebled her value. Any advan tage in pedigree was In favor of the first gilt. One scored a loss and dis appointment, the other a profit and enthusiasm. The difference repre sented the difference In feed. There are many other instances that might be cited to show that pedigree alone Is not sufficient to make a good hog. It also takes feed, and the kind of feed may make the difference be tween profit and loss. One would not expect to feed hogs at a profit on an exclusive diet of fishmeal costing $100 per ton, or of corn at $65, nor In a dry lot with just enough of either or both to maintain life without gain, nor on pasture alone, which consti tutes simply a maintenance ration. It Is the combination of these factors excepting the dry lot which makes for profit. We do not advocate the use of the dry lot for anything. It is a dusty or muddy abomination, and an incubator of disease germs. It Is even worse than a pine woods or brooms edge "pasture." Green fields and live stock and nicely painted, convenient buildings have an affinity for each other. The manufacturer Is justified in "putting all of his eggs In one bas ket and then watching that basket," butln the case of the farmer there Is no such justification. The "Buy-a- bale" cotton period failed to catch the farmer who practiced, diversification ; the present and prospective slump in hog prices will not affect the man Proper Feed and Management of Hogs Makes Most Profitable Animáis. with only enough hogs to consume the feed grown on the farm. He Is the chap who will hang on and be In line to profit by the rebound after they strike bottom. Raising too many hogs is even worse than growing too much cotton. W. W. Shay, North Carolina College of Agriculture. INSPECT STOCK-FOR DISEASE Federal Specialists at Various Markets Examine Many Head of Cattle, SheiTp and Hogs. , In the course of supervising the in terstate transportation of live stock to prevent the spread of animal diseases United States Department of Agricul ture specialists at market centers dur ing the last flscal year inspected 22,- 063,290 cattle, of which 24,628 were dipped under the department's super vision, so they might continue In In terstate commerce. Sheep to the num ber of 23,472,525 also were Inspected for communicable diseases, and of these 2,744,481 were dipped to comply with the regulation of the department or of the states of destination. Swine Inspected numbered 39,754,970, and 574,558 of these were vaccinated against hog cholera for distribution as feeding or breeding animals. Upon request of transportation com panies and shlpppers or to comply with laws of states to which shipments were destined, department veterinar ians Inspected 36,393 horses and mules, of which 23,742 were tested with mal leln, 5 showing reactions. SHELTER NEEDED FOR SHEEP Damp, Cold Weather Is Especially Bad for Young Lambs and De serve Some Protection. Sheep will, as a rule, require shel ter In very bad weather. Damp, cold weather is especially chilling to young lambs, and sheepmen always strive to have them sheltered. They will do well If given some green food in con nection with roughage and grain. SUPERIOR FEED FOR STEERS Wet Pulp or Com Silage Go Long Way Toward Keeping Cattle Healthy and Hearty. Wet pulp or corn silage should al ways be included In the ration for steers. The succulence which Is fur nished by these appetizing feeds goes a long way toward keeping stock healthy and hearty on full feed. Corn for Little Pigs. 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In Colonado and Wyoming who are en titled to medals, and about 20,000 bar, obtained them," said Colonel Reaney. "There is absolutely no cost for the medals. Outside of Denver a man may go to the adjutant of the local Amer ican Legion post for his medal, or to any army officer at any schooL If . there Is do such person he can write) direct to me at Fort Logan." Morton David, adjutant of the Amer ican Legion In Colorado, Is planning" to have all the members of the Legion turn out In their respective towns la uniform on Decoration day, and he Is urging that all wear their Victory medals. Match Plant Burned. " Sand Point, Ida. Fire of unknown origin destroyed the block plant east of here of the. SommersMatch Com pany of Saginaw, Mich. The loss Is estimated at $27,500. Farmers Favor Co-operative Market. Chicago. Representatives of tho farmers In convention here voted unanimously to accept the report of the committee of seventeen which pro vided for formation of a co-operative-agency to market the nation's grain. The report was adopted after a two day fight in which delegates soughC to have It amended so that pooling oC grain by the farmers would be cont-j pulsory instead of optional, as provid ed in the report. An amendment t that effect was defeated, 61 fo 33. An other amendment offered by Carl Wil liams of Oklahoma that the pooling b made compulsory in states wherw wheat is the predominant grain also was defeated, and the convention then, unanimously adopted the committee report. Under the plan a non-profit stock corporation will be formed through which the grain will be handled from the time it is raised until It reaches the manufacturer or consumer. Each member of the corporation will pay a fee of $10 for expenses. Burning Coal Surplus. Washington. To determine whether coal consumers are unwisely burning their reserve supplies, the geological survey sent out a questionnaire Inquir ing about stocks' of coal April 1. The purpose, it was explained by Director Smith, is to find out how much coal is) being carried over from the past coal year, In order that consumers and pro ducers may plan for next year. Bitum inous production the third week in March was down to 6,468,000 tons, the lowest except during the 1919 coal strike. Snow in Imperial Valley. San Francisco. Snow in the Imper ial Valley of California for the first time on record, and other falls ranging to two feet deep in the mountains west of that region ; hail and snow at some points in the northern coast states ; considerable damage to fruit crops. and winds which prevented small ship ping from entering or leaving several ports, were outstanding developments of storm which swept the Pacific coaot