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THE ALTO HERALD. ALTO. TEXAS.
F!ame of the Border
By VINGIE E. ROE
Wopyrtght. Doub!cday. Doran & Co.. Inc.
WNUServlc*
CHAPTER X
—13—
Across the Rio Grande.
Frightened to her foutidations, the
^lrl ciung to the high edges of the
cockpit and tried to keep herself from
. screaming. It was the first time tn
her life she had ever been off the
aoiid earth, and panic seized her. The
.. terrific roar of the powerful engine
Ziled the universe, it seemed: the night
sky awed her with its vast biue empti-
est.
,, The worid and a)] it held were
one. They were headed south! South
ftoward Mexico] It was El Capitan
iablo who had her in his grip!
Yet Ei Capitan was—he must be—
riding siowiy south somewhere tn the
dark ]and below. Pondering thts, site
aaw the round goid edge of the moon
come up across the wortd's far rtm.
It rose swiftiy and picked out the
: Tugged earth in stark shadows, ridges
of stiver.
Very soon her heart teaped to her
; throat, for the ship was faiitng by ttie
nose, it seemed, going sharpiy down.
' And then she saw some tights spread
on the fiat darkness—a ianding Heid.
In an incredibly short time the feel-
ing of faiiing passed and the ship
came ievei again, touched, bounced,
lifted beautifuily. and came to rest
on the earth. The man behind her
reached around her, unbuckied her
safety strap, put his hands under her
armpits, and iifted her to her unsteady
feet. "If you piease, Senorita," he
said in Engiish, and Sonya ciimbed out
Into the uprenched arms of the piiot.
She iooked around—at a smaii ievei
Heid, a hangar, another gray ship be-
yond its open doors, aii piainiy visible
! In the tioodiights that studded the
field's four corners. Then the two
Mexicans took her arms, and they
aii waiked across the iighted space
and out into the mooniit darkness be-
yond a grove of trees. Here the
lights of a iow, wide adobe house
zhone dimiy; a door Btood open; two
Women in dark low-necked dresses
waited inside.
"La Senorita," the piiot said to
em in Spanish. "You wiii take her
to the guest chamber—and bear her
mpany."
There was a marked significance
the iast few words.
'Si," the older of the women said
iriefiy. "I will take good care of her."
Sonya, speaking Spanish as weii as
ey, iistened tensely.
And tender care, Carlotta," the man
laid, smiling meaningiy. "She is, as
ou can see. very beautiful. I like
is white skin, sunned though tt is,
and the curls in the hair. I am glad
Hi Diablo cares oniy for pure goid
blondes."
"You should wait, at ieast, the mas-
ter's decision as to what he iikes,
Manuel," the woman said. "But why
did Quatro send her?"
"Because she caught him red-handed
with a flve-taei can of 'biack molasses'
—the blundering fool, to approach any-
one with that in sight. Well, care for
the pretty thing, Carlotta, until El
I Capitan returns. We'il aii know more
then."
And with a iook at Sonya from
cnder his ievei black brows he bowed
and left the house.
"If thee Senorita weei come weeth
me," the woman said in painful Eng-
lish. "Youwouideat! Drink? Some
wine before you sleep, mebby!"
"No, thank you," said Sonya.
She Btood hesitantly, her hands
clasped before her. She had no pos-
sessions to pick up. She had iost her
hat the first moment in the plane. And
she realized suddenly that she was
weary to the bone.
Whatever was to happen to her, she
wouid not help matters any by giving
way to tear and worry.
"I would sleep, senora," she said.
"I am very tired."
The woman went to a tabie of dark
polished wood and picked up a candle
burning steadtiy in a silver candle-
stick. Sonya foiiowed her guide down
a dark passage between thick white-
washed adobe wails and into a spa-
cious high-celled room where old-fash-
ioned furniture stood gauntly against
the primitive piaster.
Here the woman teft her, and soon
returned with a pitcher of coid water
and a silver cup.
She asked again if the senorita de-
sired anything more, and Hnaliy de-
parted. Sonya was dismayed to hear
the unmistakable faiiing of a bur
across theheavy door. Slowlyshe un-
dressed herseif, blew out the candle.
But a thought came to her suddenly,
and she went softly to the one win-
dow In the deep walls. It was closely
barred with iron set hard in the oid
adobe—and on a little stone-flagged
yard below, the two women were Just
seating themselves In low chairs. They
were soft of mnnner.gentie seeming,
nndthey carried f'unstn the hot moon-
light.
She was to he cared for—to the
Very letter of the law laid down by
Manuel.
i am on Thy lap, O Lord." the girl
^'idlnaudibiy. "Thy will he done."
^" n she laid her tired body on the
*"'i and went to sleep.
Late morning waked her. or perhaps
t "as the sound of the har being slid
from Its slot outside the door. She
"petied her eyes to see the senora with
s little wooden tray on which were
co.iee steaming in a tiny pot, luscious
fruit, eggs in a cup, and bread made
of some dark Hour.
The woman smiied at her with a
crinkling of aii her brown face, and
Sonya smiled back.
"Good morning, senora," she said In
English. "I thank you for these
things."
"Good morning, senorita," the wom-
an answered. "I 'ope you sleep veree
ane."
"Yes. I did," said Sonya getting out
of the bed in her plain undergarments,
which she had been forced to use as
nightwear, "and I would eat."
She washed her hands and face In
the ancient bowl where the senora had
poured the water from the pitcher,
dried on the towel she gave her from
her arm. Then she dressed, sat down
by the table near the iron-hatred win-
dow, and feii to with a will. She was
young and very hungry, and the ex-
ceilent food put heart in her for whnt
the day might bring.
It brought oniy the senora again to
take the things away, and the hours
dragged on leaden feet. She sat hy
the window looking out across the
stone-Magged yard at the taii trees
of the grove through which she had
come the night before, at the trickle
of water that flowed through it, at
chickens, ducks, and Httie black-
haired chiidren who played there. She
saw no men, heard no sound of any.
And the day drowsed itself away.
Try as she would, her moiling brain
would not reinx. Thoughts raced
through it, one on the heels of the
other.
What had happened to Starr Stone!
Where was he? What wouid ElCapi-
tan do with him? With her? So It
was opium which Barks had dropped
at her feet in the heavy brass con-
tainer—and she, having seen it, was
"They Have Brought Him Back!
Oh, Madrei"
a menace to them all. And El Diablo
took few chances wtth those who knew
too much. He—crucified them. There
was no mercy in that w!!d dark face
of his. A woman who knew too much
was just a source of danger to him-
seif. nothing more. She moved un-
easily and found that the palms of her
hands were wet with sweat.
I'arks—the bland owner of a simple
store at a lost littie station on the
cross-continent railroad. Parks—who
could so easily send smali flat cans of
contraband to New York city In crates
of Innocent western produce: iettuce,
say, from the Imperiai vailey, or even
bales of hides. She knew now why
she had aiways dlsilked him, why she
had felt a repugnance to his speech,
his oiiy handshake.
And it was Parks who had sent
the itttle gray ship, hidden no doubt
on some Hat among the weathered
mesas south of town, to take her and
bring her here. And what a get-away
It had been]
She, Sonya Savarin, was gone com-
pletely, a heipless prisoner here in
an alien country, in the very heart of
Ei Diablo's stronghold, her fate rest-
ing In the hands of the cruelest kiiier
in nil that turbuient land. If oniy
Fate permitted her to see Starr Stone
again, to look into his eyes, to com-
mune once more with the soul of him
which, under all Its wrong and sin and
spiritual ioss, was yet the soul of her
predestined mate, gentle and stead-
fast and irrevocabiy her own. And
she felt that it wouid be so. that he
was coming, would MM be here,
though for whnt dire destiny only
heaven itseif knew.
So the long hot hottrs wore away,
and twilight came, and with It again
the senora with more food. But Sonya
could not eat this time.
Darkness feil again, and once again
thelnteroundmooncameup.nndone
of the little gray ships warmed up
and tookoff Into the starlit skies.
Presently there were the soft steps
of women on the flagstones just helow.
the little noise of creaking chairs. The
low Intonations of their voices came
softly to Sonya hy her window.
They spoke In Spanish, as did all
the people here, without regard for
the white woman who seemed so alien.
Apparently they had not thought that
she might understand.
"It is warm. Conchlta," the senora
salt), fanning: "the heat is heavy this
year."
"Slsenora—heavy ns my heart."
"Muchacha," said the older woman,
"a woman's heart is made for aching,
it has been aiways so."
"But does one never find relief
senora? Does one not forget?"
"SI, with the years. Calm thyself.
Conchlta. There will he others."
"But none with such blue eyes, such
gold of the hair."
"Perhaps. One never can teli the
future."
"No,"Baid Conchita, "there will
hever be another. And once I was
Rood for him—held In hisarnts. lived
ttn his kisses. Now he does nut see
ttte with his eyes that stare ahead. He
pushes me one side—gentiy, but still
puts me away."
"Il'm," said the senora. "Tie has
teen another, child. Best look at a
hew man—to forget. One tint's not
build a new fire from dead ashes. Say
thy prayers, Concha, and ask the Vir-
gin Mary to send you a new man, one
With blue eyes, to make you forget."
"No." said the other, weeping, "never
Mother—with blue eyes."
Sonya by her window stirred un-
tasliy.
She felt abashed to listen, yet there
Was nothing she could do, since she
Would not let them know she under-
stood. And then, out of the silence,
out of the vast diapason of seemingly
Inaudible sounds that made that
silence, something struck tightly on
her ears.
Horses' hoofs, far off and slow,
padding on hard sand, striking now
and again agalust a stone, the iater
rattle of chain and spur, the sounds
af riding men.
The women below iistened In sudden
ttlilness, then got to their feet swiftly.
"Madre—look quick 1" the younger
me said swiftiy, "there—in the stabie's
iantem light. Quince! They have
brought him back! Oh, madrei"
"iie stlii," said the senora, "and
come with me. If there is no food
when the master is ready the whip for
our backs. Be quick."
Sonya ieaped to her feet, her hands
ciutching the old iron bars, her face
pressed ciose to them. There had
been something in Concha's voice when
she cried "Quince! Oh, madre!" which
explained her tears.
Quince—a biue-eyed man. Verily,
disaster was raining upon her from
all quarters. Hut site wouid not sink,
she would not give up. Whatever
seemed to be, there was still behind
It ail the sound of Starr Stone's voice
saying, "I'd crawi around the worid—
to change my spots!" Whatever ha
had done, whatever ho had been, he
was another man now. It was In his
eyes, in his heart, in every tone of his
voice. The past and aii tt meant of
sin and shame were done. He would
change his spots if he could: that she
knew beyond all doubting.
The newcomers had passed from
sight and sound, and the Mexican night
hung its -starry jewels above the
drowsing trees. And Sonya Savarin
sat by her barred window as the
hours passed, her hands clasped in
her lap, her face pale In the shadows.
What the morrow wouid bring she
did not know. Uneasy thoughts moiied
in her mind. She heard again the
Servant of the Lord talking In Myra'a
yard, at the dance at the Neldlingers',
"Beelzebub—and the Blue-eyed One—
danger where they passed by—a dark
form hung on a cross."
She shtvered in the warm night,
hugged her arms across her breast.
"Beware, Innocent One," the mad
oid man had said—and here was his
warning t'uifliled. Here was the goat
toward which she had turned her face
irrevocably when she had iooked in
Starr Stone's eyes and foiiowed him
In spirit. Ail the good past, all her
work and her services, aii the sane and
precious things of ordinary life, were
gone like so much chaff tn the wind
because a man had iooked at her with
wild blue eyes and she had turned and
followed.
Now that man rode by out there in
the dusk of an alien land, a prisoner;
she sat trembiing here, a prisoner also,
and the morrow heid their fate.
The morrow and Ei Capitan Diablo,
CHAPTER XI
The Empty Desert.
Back at the adobe house of Serga
Savarin stark tragedy heid sway.
The sheep man himself was hardly
accountabie, raging with fear and an-
ger, bewlidered entirely, at a loss to
understand his sister's dlsappearence.
No one had seen her. No one but
Hosteen Nes and a youth from Bad
canyon, who had stopped to talk with
her about the sickness. That had been
In tho morning, before midday. And
Parks at the store. Miss Savarin had
been In—pretty late—for some smaii
purchases.
He watched Serge narrowiy as he
told him that. Didn't they tlnd the
things In her saddlebags? Some
thread and two rolis of adhesive tape.
They would be there. Yes, Serge re-
membered, they were.
But here Mr. Murston had stepped
forward, and Parks had looked at him
sidewlse with guarded eyes. Was Alius
Savartn alone? Had Parks noticed
which way she rode when she ieft?
Alone, yes. Young Doctor Sonya was
always alone, i'arks had never seen
her riding with anyone. Since this
was the last place site had been seen,
wouid he. Mr. Parks, mind if they
looked about the store a bit?
Looked about his store? Just what
did they mean?
A tide of red had come flowing up
aiong the usually pasty cheeks of the
storekeeper.
They meant nothing, only to look
about the last place a missing girl had
been, admittedly, seen aiive.
If they meant to Insinuate— Parks
was deadly cold.
They insinuated nothing. Was he
averse to their looking?
Not Parks exploded. Look aii they
pleased.
TO BB CONTINUED
tMPROVED
UNtFORM tNTERNAHONAL
QUNDAY [
OcHooL Lesson
(By REV. P. B. riTZWATEK. D.
Memberof Faculty, Moody Btb!w
Institute of Chicago.)
Q by Waatern Newatmper Union.
Lesson for September 9
HEZEKtAH LEADS HIS PEOPLE
BACK TO GOO
LESSON TEXT—II Chronicles 30:1-
*7.
GOLDEN TEXT—For ft ye turn
again unto the Lord, your brethren
and your children shaitttnd compas-
sion before them that lead them cap-
tive, so that they shall come again
into this iand: for the Lord your God
Is gracious and merciful, and wilt not
turn away hia face from you, if ye
return unto him. HChrontcies30:9.
^PHtMAKY TOPIC—A King's Call to
JUNIOR TOPIC—A King's Call to
Worship God.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOP-
IC—What Makos a Good Leader?
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOP-
IC—Godly Leaders in Civio Life.
!. Hezeklah Calisthe People to
Keep the Passover (vv. 1-12).
The way for a sinning and divided
peopie to get back to God and be unit-
ed is around the crucified Lord. The
Passover was a memorial of the na-
tion's deliverance through the shed-
ding of the blood of tho sacrificial
Iamb.
1. The Invitation was representative
ofthenatlon(v. 2). Theklngtook
counsel with the princes and the con-
gregation to show that the proclama-
tion was the expression of the na-
tion's desire.
2. Thetimewasunusunl(vv. 2-4).
There was not suflicient time to sanc-
tify the people nor to gather them to-
gether at the regular time, so they re-
soived, instead of postponing it for a
year, to hoid it on the fourteenth day
of the second month. This iiberty had
been granted before in an exigency
(Num. 9:6-13).
3. The scope of the invitation (vv.
6-0). It included all of both nations
who would come to keep the Tassover
to the Lord God of Israei. "Israei" Is
now used to Include both kingdoms.
The effort was to win back the nation
which had seceded. The posts who
were sent with the message were au-
thorized to supplement the proclama-
tion with an urgent exhortation to Join
as a united nation. This urgent Invi-
tation was tactfully put as foliows:
a. It touched ancestral memories—
"Turn again unto the Lord God of
Abraham. Isaac, and Israel" (v. G).
Both kingdoms had a common ances-
try.
b. Recent bitter experience — "Be
not ye like your fathers and brethren
who trespassed against the Lord God
nnd were given up to desoiation as ye
see" (v. 7).
c. Yearning for captive kinsfolk—
"Your brethren and chiidren shall find
compnssion before their captors" (v. 0).
d. The Instinct of self-preservation
—"So that they shall come again into
this land" (v. 9).
e. The forgiving mercy of God—"For
the Lord your God is gracious and
mercifui" (v. 9). God wiii not turn
any sincere seeker from him (John
6:37).
4. Israel's reception of the invitation
(vv. 10-12).
a. Some mocked (v. 10). This ur-
gent and sincere invitation excited
only opposition and ridtcuie by certain
tribes.
h Some with humble hearts come to
Jerusalem (v. 11). In Judah God gave
them one heart to accept the summons
to unltelntheLord around thegreat
Passover. ,
H. The Passover Kept (vv. 13-27).
I. Removal of heathen altars (vv.
13. 14). These altars were erected in
Jerusalem In the time of Ahaz (28:24).
Before there could be worship of the
true God. all these traces of idolatry
must be removed.
2. The Passover killed (v. 15). The
zeal of the peop!e was shown in their
going forward with the service, though
the priests were not ready.
3. The priests and Levites shamed
(vv. 13-20). The zeal of the people
put to shame the prieBts and the
Levites. They were stimulated to per-
form their duties by the law of God
as given by Moses. They even took
charge of the killing of the Passover,
since many of the ofllcers were not
sanctified so as to render this service
for themseives. The Lord healed—
that Is. forgave the people.
4. The praise of glad hearts (vr.
21. 22). They continued for seven days
in this glad service.
a. The Invites and priests sang
God's praises daliy on loud instru-
ments (v. 21).
b. Ilezekinh spoke comforting words
to the Levites (v. 22) nnd commended
them and their teaching of the knowl-
edge of God.
c. They made confession of their
sins tn (1ml (v. 22). This was the evi-
dence that their action was genuine.
!S. The Passover prolonged seven
davs(vv. 23-27). The king's object tn
prolonging the fenstwns to make a
lasting Impression upon the people so
as to result In thorough conversion.
Shake the Gatea of Hell
"(live me a hundred men who fear
nothing hutsln anddcsironothlng hut
thai, and 1 care not a straw whether
they he clergymen or laymen; such
atone will shake thegatcsof hell and
set up the kingdom of <!od upon earth.
God docs nothing hut in answer to
prayer."—John Wesley.
Learn the Bible
"Learn the Bible through the Blhie.
Ihe old through the New Testament:
either can only he understood hv the
needs of thy heart."—John Von Muiier.
Howe About:
Simple Behaviorism
The Yellow Streak
Original Law of Nature
By ED HOWE
**T^HOSE emotionalists who contend
* that only they sufilctentiy recognize
the Bne things of life, and that fol-
iowers of the religion of simple be-
haviorism lack these appreciations and
helps, are mistaken. The advocates of
good conduct for its own sake, and
sufficient religion, enjoy ail reai ten-
derness and beauty: believe in every
good thing. I myself have been known
to appreciate a rose, a symphony, a
picture, the gentieness of women, the
beauty of children. The Idealists claim
too much for their virtue; sometimes
utter falsehoods. Such conduct is a
violation of the doctrine of behavior-
ism. which teaches good nnd correct
conduct in all things.
You may claim such unselfishness
and idealism as you piease, in expla-
nation of your good behavior, and I
shall give you credit. I believe many
claim too much nobleness for their
good citizenship, but lean easily for-
give such exaggeration in eases where
the good citizenship Is actually prac-
ticed with reasonable modesty.
The ideaiists say slmpie behaviorism
for Its own sake, and for profit, Is not
enough; that good men should become
missionaries, and offer more hope and
help to the benighted. The teachers
of behaviorism reply that their doc-
trine has long been taught in every
community on the face of the earth
by poiicemen, sheriffs, judges, parents,
neighbors; that one may travel every-
where, and never be out of sight of
teachers of behaviorism, or of materia!
triumphs for those whb practice the
doctrine. To prove that the doctrine
of simple behaviorism has succeeded,
Its advocates point out that every ad-
vance in civiilzation has been accom-
plished by its foliowers; every good
man and woman a triumph for it; that
its doctrines have never been success-
ful^ denied, ns have the doctrines of
the Idealists. The ideaiists have fought
great wars tn their crusades, while the
simple behavlorlsts have steadiiy ad-
vocated peace. In the long march of
practical men they have not neglected
education, moral teaching, the arts,
and sound progress. The menof most
education have approved the doctrines
of the behaviorlsts; the men of science
(which is honest education checked to
date) have accepted behaviorism as
their own doctrine and practice, and
decided against those overwrought
idealists who claim simple good con-
duct for its own Bake is not enough.
* * *
I have known a good many men to
apparently attain respectability and
success In ilfe, and then jump out of
a tenth-story window because of some-
thing they couidn't satisfactory ex-
plain.
I have been thinking them over, and
cannot recaii one who, during his ap-
parent days of responsibility, did not
exhibit a streak of yeilow, or occa-
sionally wave the biack flag of piracy
a tittle; display some dangerous belief
or habit.
Aii men have bad habits. Inherited
from the monkey, old Adam, or God
knows where, but good steady men
hide these weaknesses with consider-
ate success, and have the decency to
be ashamed of them. When a good
steady man gets in a jam—as all men
do—his disposition is to work out of
it with as little disnster as possible.
If he is running around too much at
night, getting tot) much in debt, neg-
iectlng his work, you are usuaiiy able
to note his attempting to iet up a iit-
tie;he doesn't take the hit in his teeth
and run away until the only remedy
is poison, a bullet, or a jump from tho
roof.
* e *
In spite of the depression I have a
steady job. So far as I am ahie to
estimate, it pays me around fifteen dol-
larsaweek. IhearO. O. Mclntyrels
able to earn a hundred times more.
Thi8lsregrettable, from my stand-
point, but ami warranted in accept-
ing the American ptiiiosophy that Mr.
Mclntyre be compelied at pistol point
to divide with tne, since 1 have had
every opportunity hehnshad? fn the
firstplace, he won't do it, and there
is no power on earth to compel him to;
the better and more efficient workers
have aiways been ahie to get most pay.
Captain Kidd did it. working with as
capable a gang of radicals as the world
has ever known; it ts Captain Kidd's
treasure chest we iook for, not the
treasure chests of his fifteen doliars a
week followers. The seals free toey-
erybody for fishing, piracy, commerce.
The more efilclent win moat: no law
weak men can make will ever supplant
this orlginai law of nature.
When a man sits down to write, he
usually concerns himself not with
plainly recording his opinions, hut
with displaying his talent as a writer,
and deciding what line of piffle will
best suit buyers of books and manu-
scripts.
* * *
No other man in America can make
as gottd a "cab wit" speech as iam
ahletontake.... (Note: "Cab wit"
isafreetranslatlonfromtheFrench,
and refers to a man who. returning
home In a cab front a club meeting
where he made a rotten speech. Is
thinking of the brilliant things he
might hnvesald.)
* * *
There nre so many colonels, majors,
captains, first and second lieutenants,
sergeants and common soldiers that!
confess! prick ttpmy ears on hearing
of an occasional general.
e,t!!!.H«MSytnilt;a.t<<.—WNUSmvloe.
THRILLS GALORE '
FOR SEEKERS OF
HIGH ADVENTURE
Fourteen-year-old boys who hava
reveled In tho adventures of Robert
Louis Stevenson's Jim Hawkins, and
are bemoaning the passing of the
days when men sailed the Spanish
Main in search of treasure, should
be heartened considerably by the
story of Father Hubbard, Alaska's
"Glacier Priest."
He has traversed the "rough spots
of two hemispheres" and has anally
concentrated on Alaska as the most
fascinating and ieast-known section
oftheglohe. The things which have
befalien him there during his explo-
rations tax credulity. On one occa-
sion he and a companion piloted a
plane Into the center of the great
Aniakchak crater. They ran out of
fuel, and their only chance of escape
lay In the air-currents directly over
the crater. Fortune was disposed In
their favor. Sheer volcanic force lift-
ed the ship skyward, and sent them
toward safety.
The press of the nation carried
the story of that thriliing escape on
the front page, but paid scant atten-
tion to an even more harrowing ex-
perience of tho "Glacier Priest."
Once, while on a long trek through
the wastes of northern Alaska with
his dog-train, he became so iii from
inHuenxathnthewasbareiyabieto
chain himself to his dog-sled. He had
learned to place great trust in one
ofhisdogs, Oid Wolf, and before
he was utteriy exhausted he cut the
harness to free Oid Wolf. The Jog
then proceeded to take charge of the
driving. Running up and down, and
barking at the other twelve animals,
nipping at them and guiding them,
the Intelligent huskie drove his team
into an isolated mission, where tha
stricken padre was removed to ob-
tain medical aid.
Father Hubbard has amply proved
tiiat adventure stiil is to be found.—
Literary Digest.
Bees Travel Far in !ce
Eteven and a hnif mlilion bees,
surroundedby ice packed in sawdust
in bags, have just made a journey of
400 miles In a van. This experiment
was successfully tried by Mr. W. S.
Abram, a New South Waies bee-
keeper. The bees were In about 230
hives, and their long journey was
necessary because there had been a
failure of blossom in their neighbor-
hood. Mr. Abram was faced with the
alternative of feeding the bees artifi-
cially at a cost of $100 a week or of
losing quantities of them through
overheating while on transit to a
place where they could tlnd a new
nector supply. Ice soived his prob-
lem, and the bees arrived in excel-
lent condition.
—Pother ecf
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