The Lancaster Herald. (Lancaster, Tex.), Vol. 26, No. 6, Ed. 1 Friday, March 8, 1912 Page: 6 of 8
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■aimers’ Educational
land Co-Operative
Union of America
Especial Monent to
re Agriculturist
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ting is an artwhich the fruit
sr does not practice alone,
jid-plated sin is always much
attractive than the raw mate-
is all right to be Interested in
CS, but don’t, forget to test your
. com.
jbruary, it is true, is a little short,
it is likely to pull through without
erupting March.
si ,!The decimal which is hardest to
at is that which separates a man
„__his conscience.
a run-down, weedy garden always
H the sign of an over-worked woman
or a lazy man, or both.
Hardening a child by exposing it to
___ weather is a specie of cruelty
which fattens the graveyard.
Tax the idle land into use, and thus
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remove a large part of the burden of
taxation from productive land.
From the man to whom money Is
merely a means to indulge his laziness
"Ittle is to be feared—or hoped.
^"I|;|iug up a boy In a home worth
ig, and when he is old enough to
>ve he will be slow] to part from it.
! oa^-jield is the coal bin of the
The smaller the bin, the larger
profit-yielding acreage made pos-
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are signs of encouragement
l rural districts when the elements
f agriculture are taught In country
the country seeds is not so
more scholagp in politics as
of the right kind of politics in
scholars. - \
is holy, but that is no rea-
why one should live wholly by
Injpct a little head-work Into
day’s routine.
farmer can be a really good cltl-
umess he takes enough interest
" es to attend every primary
*rery election.
Ifhen you are “down in the mouth”
the world seems a hard place in
hieh to live, remember there are Mm*
~ - if
re worse off than you.
An auto in the farm yard is no sign
lat the owner is a spendthrift—on
ie contrary It may Indicate that »
to give himself and his family
to pay“orl*t“Ur8 “"1 h“ *he m0,,ey
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*m ag^nst boll weevil
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Cotton States Entomologists Decide to
* Recommend Quarantine Against
Mexican Insect.
At a meeting of cotton states eu-
logists held in Atlanta, Ga., it
unanimously decided to recoin-
! for the various states quaran-
gainst the Mexican cotton boil
weevil that the following seven re-
ins be made whenever articles
mentioned originate within the quar-
antined area: ,; •
. 1. Seed cotton. , ' .
2. Cotton seed.
3. Seed* cotton sacks, cofton seed
and cotton pickers’ sacks, any
of which has been used within eight
months for any of purposes Indicated.
4. Cotton seed hulls between Au-
gust l and December 31.
^Spanish moss and corn In shuck
between October 1 and June 30.
6. ^ Living weevils or weevil stages
or weevil work in possession 6f any
person outside of the infested terri-
tory except a qualified entomologist.
7. Household goods containing any
of the foregoing during the period of
quarantine applying to each.
Where no time limit is specified, the
restriction is continuous. The only
change in the foregoing Ust from the
ipabama regulations previously estab-.
fished, is the removal of restrictions"^
on cotton seed hulls between January
1 and July 31 of each year and the ad-
dition of a qualifying clause placing
an eight months time limit on sacks
which may have contained weevil in-
fested materials.
in order to remove all doubt upon
a number of points. It is particularly
stated that there Is no restriction up-
on any of the following iW of eight
Items at any season.
1. Baled cotton, flat or compressed.
2. Lin ter s and loose cotton lint.
S&'H Cotton seed meal, cake and oil.
4. Corn shelled or in the ear, with
afeuck removed, oats or any other seed
except cotton seed.
5. Cotton seed shown by affidavit to
ifcave been sacked continuously Tor
mine months or more.
8. Cotton 'seed for planting pur-
poses ,after fumigation with carbon
disulphide by a competent entomolo-
gist.
'i 1. Hay.
8. Empty freight cars.
LETTER FROM PRES. BARRED
Representatives of Farmers’ Union
Expect to Secure Legislation at
Washington This Session.
Money in Ducks.
The second lessdn taught is that
there la money in ducks, under .nat-
ural and favorable conditions, and I
am confident that nearly every one liv-
ing on a stream or body of water can
keep ducks successfully and profitably.
Thicks are great feeders ..and I can
readily see that they will “eat their
beads off*’ if they get nothing but
what is given them. If they can he
grown with as little labor and expense
at 1 have given them this season they
will certainly pay.
To the Officers and Members of the
Farmers’ Union:
The representatives of the Farmers’
union now in Washington looking aft-
er legislation in which every Ameri-
can farmer is interested, expect to se-
cure definite results this session. We
will probahly get reforms for which
we have'long been contending more
quickly than the most optimistic of
us imagine. Certainly, we will pro-
cure them all, just as soon as the av-
erage congressman learns the farmer
is in earnest in demanding them, and
that he will not be put off by evasions,
the glad hand, free seed or a little
petty job or two for the brethren.
We are not going to advance one
inch farther along the road until we
learn to smash out of existence the old
school, hypocritical politician, with his
little bag of inherited, or acquired
tyicks, and (fin our faith to the man
who takes the large view, the sincere
view. I want to impress these facts
upon the fanner at what is practical-
ly the outset of what promises to be
one of the most exciting sessions of
recant years.
I can illustrate what I mean very
easily with two little stories. The
first is a personal experience. I ap-
proached a well-known congressman
from the south during the reaent ses-
sion, and asked him if he were going
to support the bill calling for a general
parcels post. Quickly as lightning he
said: “Barrett, I’ve got a nice job for
a kinsman of yours.” I told-hlm I
wasn’t bunting Jobs for my relatives,
and asked him again if he were in
favor of a general parcels post “Cer-
tainly, you know I’m with you
fellows,” he answered. “But tell me
’yes,’ or ‘no’ whether you favor a gen-
eral parcels post,” I demanded. “1 far
vor* some form of a general parcels
post,” he finally replied. That was as
far as I could make him commit him-
self, and yet that man has the entire
confidence of his district, thousands of
his farmer constituents believe he
loses sleep devising ways to advance
their interest.
Another story: I received a few
days ago a letter from an influential
farmer, thanking me for the efforts we
are putting forth In behalf of certain
measures; Among them he also speci-
fied a general parcels post. “Go ahead,**
he wrote enthusiastically, “we’re
backing you up. The politicians are
not goln-- to fool us any longer. We’ve
let them do that long enough. But I
do wish you would conceptrate your
energies on getting the recall. We
want to be able to turn the rascals out
l^hen they deceive us.” This brother
proceeded to tell me that his especial
representative was a simon-pure friend
of the farmer, who could always be de-
pended upon to belir whenever help
was needed, and whose sincerity was
unchallengeable.
That samq highly recommended con-
gressman, the “farmers’ friend,” the
paragon of sincerity, told me in the
presence of several witnesses that he
could not support a general parcels
post bilL I asked him if he were not
satisfied that at least 80 per cent, of
his constituents want such a measure
He said he was.
1 am in favor of the recalL I am Tn
favor of the Initiative and referendum.
1 have voted for them as long as 1
had the chance, and I will continue to
vote for them until we enact them
into law^ and that will be at an earlier
date than the average man hopes.
But what earthly good will the re-
call do such farmers as those I have
mentioned, thij constituents of these
two precious patriots?' If they can pull
the wool over the eyes of the farmers
in the absence of the recall, they can
do it just as easily when the recall is
operative In every congressional dis-
trict.
Only the leaders of the farmers who
try to get things done In Washing-
ton know the buncombe and gold-
bricks handed out consistently to the
man of the acres by the politicians.
There are a few good, strong, upright,
sincere men in both branches. But the
majority proceed upon the theory that
the best way tq continue to hold office
is to trade, juggle, flatter and mislead
the knan whose vote is the first neces-
sity for office holding.
That is why I Bay that though I
heartily advocate the recall, initiative
and Referendum, as aids to direct gov-
ernment by the people, that none of
them are worth a whoop unless the
farmer learns to distinguish the po-
litical fakir from the statesman. We
can’t put off our responsibilities as In-
telligent thinkers and voters upon any
convenient legislative device. The
American people thought they had
founded genuine democracy when they
decided they wouldn’t have a king, or
a hereditary nobility. They are still
In voluntary bondage to the faking
politician. The farmer is an especial
offender. Until he learns to separate
the political sheep from the goats, the
recall, initiative, referendum, direct
election of senators, or anything else
will only partly emancipate him—for,
according to present indications, the
politicians can work their little bluff
game as easily with as without these
handicaps.
CHARLES BARRETT.
Washington, D. C.
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IX or THE PLAINS
Randall, Paodish- .
“ Author Of*My LapvOt TRe South.* JvJ
Vhem Wildephcso Was King!- ItcXtc sw
Illustration* By Dearmrn MelviliT-O-
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(Copyright. A. C. McClurg St Co.. 1910.)
SYN0PSI8.
Jack Keith, a Virginian, now a bor-
der plainsman, is looking for roaming war
parties oT savages. He sees a wagon team
at full gallop pursued by men on ponies.
When Keith reaches the wagon the raid-
ers -.have massacred two men and de-
parted. He searches the victims finding
papers and a locket with a woman’s por-
trait. Keith is arrested at Carson City,
charged with the murder, his accuser be-
ing a ruffian named Black Bart. A negro
companion in his cell named Neb tells him
that he knew the Keiths in Virginia. Neb
says one of the murdered men was John
Sibley, the other Gen.t Willis Waite, form-
erly a Confederate officer. The plainsman
and Neb escape, and later the fugitives
cone upon a cabin and find its occupant
to be a young girl, whom Keith thinks
he saw at Carson City. The girl explains
that she is In search of a brother, who
had deserted from the army, and that a
Mr. Hawley induced her to come to the
cabin while he sought her brother. Haw-
ley appears, and Keith in hiding recog-
nizes him as Black Bart. There is a ter-
rific battle in the darkened room in which
Keith is victor. HoTses are appropriated,
and the girl who says that her name is
Hope, joins in the escape. Keith explains
his situation and the fugitives make for
Fort Lamed, where the girl is left with
the hotel landlady. Miss Hope tells that
she is the daughter of General Waite.
Keith and Neb drift into Sheridan, where
Keith meets an old friend. Dr. Fairbain.
Keith meetrf the brother of Hope Waite,
under the assumed name of Fred Wil-
loughby. and becomes convinced that
Black Bart has some-plot involving the
two. Hope learns that Gen. Waite, who
was thought murdered, is at Sheridan,
and goes there, where she is mistaken for
Christie Maclaire, the Carson City singer.
Hogs in Pasture.
All pastures can be improved by put-
ting as much or more fertility back as
is taken out. I find that hogs In the
pasture root out the small bricks and
the like, says a writer In an exchange.
I think we will have to come to the
use of chemical fertilizer on old pas-
tures.
Keith meets the real Christie Maclaire
and finds that Black Bart has convinced
her that there is a mystery in her life
Which he Is going to turn to her advan-
tage. The plainsman tells Hope Waite of
her resemblance to Christie Maclaire.
They decide that Fred Willoughby may
hold the key to the situation.
CHAPTER XXIV.—(Continued.)
A group was gathered about the
body In the rain, a single lantern
glimmering. Two or three men had
started down the passageway, and
Keith met them, revolvers drawn and
suspicious.
“Who are you?” snapped one
sharply. “Were you doing all that
shooting yonder?*’
Keith recognized the voice, thank-
ful that he did so.
“I fired at the fellow, but he got
away onto the prairie. I reckon you
couldn’t have done any better, Bill.”
“Jack Keith!” and Hlckock’s voice
had a new tone, his hand dropping on
the other’s shoulder. “Never was
gladdef to meet a fellow In my life.
Boys, this is an old deputy of mine
down in Dodge. When he gives up
chasin’ a murderer there isn't much
use our tryin*. Let’s go hack, and find
out how bad the fellow Is hurt. While
we’re feelln’ our way, Jack, you might
tell us what you know about this af-
fair.” -
“It was just the flash of a gun. and
the man dropped,” Keith explained,
briefly. “I was ten or a dozen feet
behind, and the fellow fired from un-
der the wzygon there. He must have
been laying for some one—I reckon,
maybe, it was hie.”
“You? Then it’s likely you have
some notion who he was?”
“Well, if I have. Bill,” and Keith’s
lips were set tight, “I’m not liable to
tell you. If it’s the lad I think likely,
I’ll attend to the case myself. You
understand—this is my personal af-
fair.”
Hickock nodded, his hand again
pressing the other’s shoulder.
“Sure, Jack, if you feel that way.
There’s enough doing here In Sheri-
dan to keep a marshal reasonably
busy, without dippin’ into private
matters. I rather reckon you can
take care of yourself, but If you need
me, old boy, I’m always right here on
the job. You know that."
“I do. Bill, and appreciate It.”
The group about the motionless
body fell away, and made room for the
marshal, the last man to rise saying
soberly:
“He’s dead all right, Hickock. 1
guess he never knew what hit him.
Good shootin’, too, dark as it le here.”
“Had the range fixed, likely,” re-
turned the marshal. “That’s what
makes it look like It was arranged
for.”
He bent flown, striving to distin-
guish the dead man’s features turned
up to the drizzle, but the night re-
vealed only the faintest outline.
“Anybody know him?" There was
no response, onjy a shuffling of feet
In the mud. “Here, you man with the
lantern, hold it over where I can see.
There, that is better. Now, you fel-
lows take a look, and see If some of
you can’t name the poor devil.”
They glanced down, one after the
other, over Bill’s shoulder, shading
their eyes from the rain so as to see
clearer. The light of the flickering
lantern streamed full on the ghastly
face, but each man shook his head,
and passed on. Keith hung back; hop-
ing Some one would identify the body,
and not make it necessary for him to
take part in the grewsome task. It
was not likely to be any one he knew,
and besides, he felt the man had died
In his stead, and he dreaded to look
upon the stricken face. When the last
of the group had drifted back out of
the radius of light, Hickock looked up
and saw him.
Here, Jack, ’ he said, gravely, "you
better try —you might know him.”
K«i^ bent over and looked down.
As he’ did so his heart seemed to rise
choking into bis throat, and a blur
obscured his sight He swept a band
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‘Som’t’ing 'Bout a Gal, Massa Jack— an’ a Law Suit.
over h(s eyes and , dropped on his
kneee into- the mud beside the body,
staring epeechless Into the white face,
the sightless eyes. Hickock watch-
ing him closely and gripped his arm.
“What is It? Do you know him?”
“My God, yes; Fred Willoughby!"
CHAPTER XXV.
A Reappearance of the General.
Keith did not inform Hope of her
brother’s death until the following
morning, but had the body properly
prepared for burial, and devoted the
remainder of the night to searching
for General Waite, and, incidentally,
for both Hawley and Scott Both
Hickock and Fairbain assisted in this
effort to learn the whereabouts of the
dead boy’s father, hut without the
slightest result, nor did Keith’s inves-
tigations reveal the gambler at any of
his accustomed resorts, while Scott
had apparently made a complete get-
away. These disappearances merely
served to convince him as to the truth
of his first suspicions; Scott might
have departed for good, but Hawley
would certainly reappear Just as soon
as assured his name had not been
mentioned In connection with the
tragedy. To Neb alone did the plains-
man candidly confide his belief in the
guilt of these two, and when other
duties Called him elsewhere,; he left
the negro scouring the town for any
possible reappearance of either.
Heavy-eyed from lack of sleep,
heavy-hearted with his message, yet
fully decided as to what advice he
should offer, Keith returned to the
hotel, and requested an interview with
Hope. Although still comparatively
early, some premonition of evil had
awakened the girl, and in a very few
moments she was prepared to receive
her visitor. A questioning glance into
his face was sufficient to assure her of
unpleasant news, but, with one quick
breath, she grasped bis arm as though
his very presence afforded her
strength.
“How tired you look! Something
has occurred to keep you out all night
—and—and I know you have brought
me bad news. Don’t be afraid to tell
me; I can bear anything better than
suspense. Is it about father?”
“No, Hope,” and he took her hand,
and led her to a chair. Bending above
I her he gave her the whole story of the
1 night, and she scarcely Interrupted
j with a question, sitting there dry-eyed,
’ with only an occasional sob shaking
her slender form. As he ended, she
looked up into his face, and now he
could see a mist of unshed tears In
her eyes.
"What shall 1 do, Captain Keith? I
am all alone with this, except for
you."
"I have considered that, Hope,” he
answered, gravely, "and it seems to
me your present duty is more to tne
living than the dead. You should re-
main here until we learn something
definite regarding your father, and
discover the truth of this conspiracy
formed against him. If Fred could
know the trouble his chance words
have caused, he would wish you to do
this. With him gone, we are going to
find the unravelling harder than ever.
It Is my judgment, Hope, your broth-
er should be burled here.”
She shuddered, her hands pressed
to her eyes.
“Oh, on that horrible ‘Boots H1U?'”
“Only temporarily, little girl,** his
voice full of deepest sympathy. “In
a few weeks, perhaps, It could be re-
moved East”
She was sil<mt for what seemed to
him a long wl^fe; then she looked up
Into his face, clinging to his arm.
“Yes," she said, *that will be best.”
That same afternoon, the sun low
in the west, they placed the dead boy.
in his shallow grave on “Boots H11L"
It was a strange funeral, In a strange
environment—all about the barren, de-
serted plains; far away to the east
and west, the darker line marking the
railroad grade, and just below, nestled
close in against the foot of the hill,
the squalid town of tents and shacks.
There were not many to stand beside
the open grave, for few in Sheridan
knew the lad, and funerals were not
uncommon—some cronies, half-drunk
and maudlin, awed somewhat by the
presence of the marshal, Doctor Fair-
bain, Keith and Hope. That was all
excepting the post chaplain from Fort
Hays, who. inspiried by a glimpse of
the girl’s unveiled face, spoke simple
•words of comfort. It was all over
with quickly, and with the red sun
still lingering on the horizon, the little
party slowly wended their way back,
down the steep trail into the one long
street of Sheridan.
At the hotel Neb was waiting, the
whites of his eyes shining with ex-
citement, his patomime indicating im-
portant news. As soon as he could
leave Hope, Keith hurrried down ^to
interview his dusky satellite, who ap-
peared about to burst with restrained
information. As soon as uncorked
that individual began to flow volubly:
“1 sho’ done seed ’em, ^Mass* Jack;
I done seed ’em both.”
“Both? Both who?”
“Massa Waite, sah, an’ da* black
debble dat- we was huntin' for*. It
was a mos’ surprisin’ circumstance,
sah—a mos’ surprisin’ circumstance.”
“Well, go on; where did yhu see
them? Do you mean they w*re to-
gether?”
The negro took a long breath, evi-
dently overcome by the Importance of
his message, and unable to aonjure
up words wholly satisfactory to hia
Ideas.
“It sho’ am de strangest t’lng,
Massa Jack, ebber I prognosticated. I #
was Jest cornin’ roun! de corner ob
Sheeny Joe’s shebang, back dat by de
blacksmith shop, when—de Lawd
save me! —yere come ol’ Massa Waite,
a tidin’ ’long on a cream colo'd pinto
just as much allbe as -ebber he was.
Yas, sah; be(’s whiskers was blowln*
round, an* I ’ could eben yeah him
cussin* he hoss, when he done shy at.
a man what got up sudden like from
a cart-wheel he was settln’ on. 1 done
took one look at dat secon’ fellar, and
seed It was dat black debble from
,down Carson way. Den I ducked lnta
de blacksmith shop oul *er sight I
sho’ didn’t want Mister Hawley to git
no chance -at dis nigger—I aho' .didn’L**
“Did they speak to one another?"
Keith asked, anxiously. “Did you hear
what waa said?"
“Sho’ dey talked, Massa Jack. I
sorter reckon dey was dar for dat
Special purpose. Sattfnly, sah, dey
went tight at talkin’ like dey had
som't'ing on dey minds. Ol’ Massa
te was a sluin’ straight up on do
an* daft f black debble , waa a
Btandln' dar In front ob him. 01'
Massa Waite he was mad from de
first Jump off, ah’ I could heah most
eberyt’lng he said, but Mr. H&Wiey
he grin de aan$e way he do when ho
deal faro, an* speaks kinder low, De
ol’ man he swear fine at him, he call
him eberyt’ing—a damn liar, a dAmn
scoundrel—but Mr. Hawley he jqst
grin, and say ober de same ting.”
“What was that, Neb?” . «=
“Som’t’ing ’bout a gal, Massa Jack
—an’ & law suit—an’ how de^ol’ man
better settle up widout rio flghtin’.
1 jeas didn’t git de whole ob it, ho
talkJK ao low like.”
“What did Waite say?”
“Well, mostly he jest cussed. He
sho’ told dat black debble 'bout what
he thought ob hldfbut he didn’t neb-
ber call him Hawley—no, Aah. not
once; he done call him Bartlett, or
somet’lng or odder like 4aL But he
sutt’nly rejid dat man’s pedigree f rom
way back to de time of de flood, 1
reck*n. An’ he done swore he’d fight
fqr whatebber It was, papers or no pa-
pers. Den Hawley, he got plumb tired
ob de ol' man sweatin' at him, an’ life
grabbed a picter out ob he’s pocket,
an’ says, ’Damn you; look at dot!
What kind ob a fight can yo’ make
against dat face?' De ol’ man stared
at it a while, sorter chokin’ up; den
he say softer like: Tt’s Hope; where
did yo* ebber get dat?' and de bla£k
debble he laughed, an* shoved de pic-
ter back into he’s pocket, ‘Hope, hell!*
he say. It’s Phyllis, an’ I’ll* put her
before any jury yo’re mind to get—ph.
I’ve got yo’ nailed. Waite, dis time.’"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Waite
boss,
Mapping the Nation
More than one-third of the area of
the United States has been surveyed
and mapped by topographers of the
United States geological survey in
connection with the preparation of a
derailed topographic atlas of the coun-
try.
The maps represent areas called
quadrangles, and show by a system of
-contour lines all topographic features,
giving elevations as determined by
the survey's spirit level work. The
quadrangles are areas limited by par-
allels of latitude and meridians of
longitude, and differ in size with the
latitude of the areas and with the
scales of the maps.
Topographic work has been com-
pleted in Connecticut, Massachusetts,
New Jersey, Rhode Island and the
District of Columbia, and will be fin-
ished in Maryland during tha next
field season. In only five states has
less than one-tenth of the a^a been
covered.
It is not yet possible to make txi es-
timate of the number of sheets vhat
will form the completed atlas, but it
will probably exceed 8.QOO.—Brooklyn
Citizen.
In Too Much of a Hurry.*
“Absalom." said Mrs. Pambo. “you’vs
got to quit your drinking, your smok-
ing. your chewing, your swearing,
your—” “For heaven’s sake. Nancy,”
protested Mr. Rambo. “don’t commit
me tq such a wholesale reform. Let
me revise my habits schedule fry
schedule.”—Chicago Tribune.
When a fool wants to become wick-
ed he must meet a wicked men who |g
looking for a fool.—Be&umarchain
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Hulbert, Elbert Monroe & Tufts, Minnie Wetmore. The Lancaster Herald. (Lancaster, Tex.), Vol. 26, No. 6, Ed. 1 Friday, March 8, 1912, newspaper, March 8, 1912; Lancaster, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth542626/m1/6/: accessed April 25, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lancaster Genealogical Society.