The Lancaster Herald. (Lancaster, Tex.), Vol. 26, No. 17, Ed. 1 Friday, May 24, 1912 Page: 7 of 8
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Matters flf Especial Moment to
the Progressive Agriculturist
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Strive to be a topnotcb farmer.
The best hitch is that of a good man
and woman. **■
Can your troubles, so that they can-
not can you. ’
The best way to use a mortgage Is
to burn It up.
v Purpose may not always win, but It
to a splendid asset In life.
vIt takes faith to remove mountains,
but shovels help a whole lot.
A horse la n&t of any use until it is
broken, but It Is different with a plow.
The man behind the plow is ^11 right
provided he does not get foo far be-
hind. ~
Some things that are received as
gifts are.really Intended as invest-
ments.
\ The X-ray plays as important a part
In surgery as X-pense does on the
farm.
There are few things that make one.
feel so comfortable as money in the
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When fishings tor cotopllments it is
Important that we use the proper sort
of bait.
Mk may never have lost any,
ik are looking for money ail
Jthb same. '
It requires a great many cow horns
to buy nn kuto both and ail that goes
^herewith.
When a man begins to pat himself
on the back the other fellows look for
ibe slap-stick.
It is said that beauty is only skin
deep, but a good deal of laughter Isn't
k> deep as tuat
A hen will Spend a whole day get-
ting up an egg that a hungry man can
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To the Officers and Members
Farmers’ Union:
Everyone in America, from the
president on down to the poorest ed-
itor of the smallest country weekly
newspaper, is now and has for a long
time, been advising the farmers how
to increase production. You can num-
ber on the fingers of one hand those
who have, persistently and with in-
telligence, Influential, non-farming
Americans who have given devotion
and thought to showing the farmer the
imperative need of scientific market-
ing, or distribution. Yet it is prob-
able that the task of getting the pro-
ducts of the soil upon the market in
a reasonable manner and at a fair
price, is more intricate and almost as
important as the task of production
itself.
The most Inferior sort of farmer
can bring forth some kind of crop.
With the constant chorus regarding
scientific agriculture and intensive
methods, the reclamation of the -desert
and the draining of swamp lands, the
probability that the country wijl run
out df food in the immediate future is
not an alarming one. But what is
enough to make a thoughtful man stop
and grieve, is the fashion In which the
American farmer robs himself year
after year by slipshod methods of dis-
posing of his output* .
It is & conservative estimate that If
the farmers of thto- obuiify’y got to-
gether in a national selling plan, they
Would save to themselves three or four
hundred million dollars a,year. As it
is now, they forfeit that amount, or
perhaps a larger one, by marketing
•absolutely without system or rhyme or
reasdn. /
We all1 agree that the "trusts” have
been guilty of injustice to the Ameri-
can people. But the "trusts” can at
least teach us one lesson—and that
is the everlasting value and need of
organisation and science in marketing.
How many dividends, for instance, do
you suppose Standard Oil, or the Uni-
ted States Steel corporation, of : the
or^kny
IE OF THE PLAINS
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The cotton crop has been gathered
and sold, the prices, which were vejry^
remunerative at first, have tumbled,
writes George Lattlmore In the Texas
Farm Journal. The governors pave
belli their conference, but they iould
not aztest the downward tendency of,
the price. Did the governors really
think they could help things, or did
they simply want to make a fnss? it
matter* little, whatever they wanted
to do, there is but one plan for all,
' and that can only be put Into execu-
tion by toe farmer. That plan Is di-
versity—what else 'can help us ? How
many of ns are fn a position to hold
pur cotton? We will say one in five.
The.latest reports give us 14,51<M>7&
bales, one-fifth of that la 2.902,135,
which leaves 11,608,Ml bales, which Is
a pretty good crop, but this 2,902,135
bales must In time be sold, the spec-
ulators know, and wouldn't pay much
more for the other, as they will now
get to buy it all, anyway. I can see
no way of helping ourselves, but ma-
king oursaives independent of the cot-
ton crop. Some say, "How can 1 quit
raising cotton ? T :*m In debt, tout
can T piy them?” Let me ask,
on think that if yon got into debt
pa cotton for a living
suppose it is going to pay
wdebts when the price is going
down at all times? ,
Diversification does not mean that
w# muet^quit raising cotton entirely.
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that yon can raise some of the things
yen need at home and thus not have
to d^>e»d on cotton to buy them with.
One o# the greet reasons that black
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McClurg & Co.. 1910.)
w** \ American Tobacco company, or^’any
one pound of butter.
placed their products upon the market
in the haphazard manner observed by
the American fanners?
So important is the selling end con-
sidered by eyery form of American
.business, whether corporate of indi-
vidual, large or qmall, that even more
;tiihe arid Tri-alps is spent upon it than
< the producing end, the buying/ end.
If the cheapest little factory^in the
smallest littJp town placed its output
ak the farmer i does his, there would
bfi Another applicant for bankruptcy
In short order. The present system
of agricultural marketing in America
Is like nothing so much as a tremend-
ous department store with everything
in it a customer will buy, and with
not a single clerk to wait on the
customers. It is like those restau-
rants called "cafeterias” where each,
man comes in and waits,bpon himself.
Jack Keith, a Virginian, now a bor-
der plainsman. Is looking for roaming war
parties of 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 worrfan’s por-
trait. Keith is arrested it 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. Willis Waite, form-
erly a Confederate officer. The plainsman
and Neb escape, aad later the fugitives-
come 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, whp
had deserted from the army, and that
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. ' Horses are appropriated,
and the girl who says that her name is
Hope, loins ip the escene. Keith explains
his situation and the fugitives make for
Fort Lamed, where /he 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 meets 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 8heridan.
and goes there, where she Is mistaken for
^bristle Maclalre. the Carson City, singer
Keith meets the real Christie Maclalre
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 Maclalre.
They decide that Fred Willoughby may
hold the key to the situation. Keith finds
Willoughby shot dead. Hope Is told of
the death of her brother. Keith fails to
learn what representations Black Bart
has made to Christie Maclalre. Hope
suggests that In order to learn the secret
she must briefly impersonate the stage
singer. Dr. Fairbain Is In love with
Christie Maclalre and Keith induces him
to detain her from the stage while Hope
goes to the theater where she meets
Black Bart, who, thus deceived, tells
Hope that General Waite has suspected
hip plans and that they must fly.’ Hope,
greatly alarmed, demurs. General. Waite
appears and says Black Bart has stolen
papers from him regarding an Inheri-
tance. Keith Ik Informed that Christ!*.
Maclalre’s real name is Phyllis .Gale and
that she Is the hair sister of Hope. The
latter has been carried away by Black
Bart and his gang. Dr. Fairbain aVtows
his love for Phyllis and she accepts him,
Keith and his friends strike the trail of
Black Bart. They find Hope has been tar
the old cabin.' The wilderness
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paper between his fingers, and walked
away to the end of the corral. He
wanted to be alone, to think, to decide
definitely upon what he ought to do.
Hawley, according to the schedule
just read, must have left Larned alone
early the day before; this night he
would be camped at the water-hole;
with daybreak; toe expected to resume
his lonely Jqtirney across the desert
to the Salt Fork. For years Keith; had
,lived a primitive life, and In
ways his thought had grown
tlve. His code of honor was that pf
the border, tinged by that of the South
before 'the war. The antagonism exist-
ing between him and- this gambler was
personal, private, deadly—not an af-
fair for any others,—outsiders—tp med-
dle with. He cdiild wait here, an.d
permit Hawley to be made captlvb;
cquld watch him r.ide unsuspectingly
into the power of these armed meh,
and then turn him over to t’he law'to be
dealt with. The vpry thought nause-
ated him- That would be ,a coward’s
act, leaving a stain never to be eradi-
cated. No, he must meet thfis >hs
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His tone was full of good humor,
and his lips smiling, y.bt somehow she
felt her heart sink, an inexplicable
fear finding expression in her eyes.
"But-^but why db you need to go?
Couldn’t some of the others?”
"There Is a reason (Which I will ex-
plain later,” he said,1* more gravely.
“Surely you can trust pae, Hope, and
feel that I am only, doing what it
seems absolutely necessary for me to-
do?” He bent down and kissed her.
"It will be only for a few hours, and
no cause for- worry. ,Good-bye now,
until we meet to-night at the water-
bole” ' ' '
The east was gray with coming .day-
light as he rode splashing across the
stream and up the opposite bank.'-£he
watched hirp/ rubbing the blinding
mist from her eyes, until horse and
man became a mere dark speck, final-
ly fading away completely "into the
dull plain qf the desert
CHAPTER XXXVI.
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The Duel in the Desert.
Keith,jode ^straight forward Into the
sandy desolation, spurring his horse
tiito a swift trot After' one glance
backward .as .they clambered up the
steep bank, a glance which revealed
Hope’s.slender form in the cabin door,
Mis £yes fie’ver Unified again that way.
He -had; a man’s stern work to- do out
yonder, ajid his purpose could not be
swerved, fads firmness of hand ahd
keenness eye . affected, by any
thought qf her. His lips compressed
his 'fingers gripping the rein, he drove
all regretful .memory from his mind
until every'nerve within him throbbed
in unison with his present purpose.
He was righ^i he knew he was right
It was not hate, not even revenge,
which had set film forth, leaving love
behind, ;b,tkt hpnor—the honor of the
Souths 'and 'pt' Me frontier, of his an-
cestry pnd his training—honor that
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cannot raise corn. While I have not
•era much land in my fife that really
wouldn’t raise as good corn as any-
thing else, we will not dispute with
wit of all the forage crops
surely one which le ad&pted
any soil, for everyone knows that
no soil that will raise but one
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Cotton has been and must remain
our main crop, hut It never has been
and nevor can bo our feed crop. One
of the first principles df Intensive
fanning is to raise everything at home
that you need, which you can raise
profitably. Raise your feed, your
meat, milk, your own cow, produce
your own eggsTtnd-^lrat your own
melons and potatoes and turnips, plant
the orchard and try and’ can your own
fruit, then, If you have any surplus
land and time, plant cotton. Be sure
yon have enough hogs to eat all or
the .rotten fruit and the small melons
and potatoes; sow oats in your or-
chard in the spring for your pigs,
and when your potatoes are dug plant
sorghum.
If you have done this you need not
feanAbout the price of cotton—you are
one of the few “Independents”—the
prices may tumble, the governors can
hold their conferences, you need not
attend. You peed not soak your cob
ton tor 925 per bale. Ytm have your
living at home, you can stay at horns
and be at' home and tend your boys
and girls to school to learn how to be
and women, who
of sending
to the cotton field to beoome
la It any wonder that with a system
like, this the fanner cheats himself
yearly out of millions of legitimate
profits? * ; \
Some. Qf the brethren declare they’re
perfectly willing to co-operate if we
can just find a “system.” .tThy. bless
your soul, we have more t>Ums and
systems than a chicken has feather*.
We've tried the Joint-stock and the
purely cooperate agency. We’ve tried
scores of other* schemes, somewhere,
at some time, on big and little'scales.
It Isn’t .the plan or the system we
lack. Its the determination and the
ability to get together on. some one
big, feasible National system, every
producing farmer a cog in a great big
selling machine, and with t men . big
eno'ugb and broad enough and conse-
crated enough at the head to run the
machine rightly.
This is an age of concentration, and
every industry save that of agricul-
ture is obeying that law. Unless
agriculture makes up and adopts the
same method—the twentieth century
method—we're going to keep on-work-
ing for and supporting every com-
bination under the sun except our
own. .
It Is a primary rule both of busi-
ness and common sense that where a
man buys more than he bells, be will
never be Independent. That rule ap-
plies to the farmer more tightly than
to any other class, tor the simple rea-
son that the farmer—or most of them,
especially In the south—can produce
on their own soil not only the crop
Wherewith to bring beme cash, but as
well the food tor which he Is now pay-
ing other men to produce tor him.
There will be some sacrifice, some
surrendering of alleged "individual
rights ” lessening of that lordly "Inde-
pendence” of which the farmer is so
fond, in any effective plan of market-
ing. Other Industries know these facts
and bow down before them. Until the
farmer does, he will continue to be at
a disadvantage with every other class
in the country.
I want you to ponder all these facts
qarefully and conscientiously as you
go ahead with your spring planting. It
is all very well to curtail acreage, and
to irian scrupulously for production.
Unless we plan also for scientific mar-
keting, just as scrupulously and in-
telligently, nearly half of our labor
will go In vain.
CHARLES S. BARRETT.
‘fiJnion City, Ga.
The Hog and Rooting.
Hogs do not dig in the earth alto-
gether tor the fun of it They get a
lot to eat that way—-grass roots,
worms, bits of staff of different
kinds that help to make knee and
ken back to
cabin is tho scene of a fight
Outlow enemies.
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“It’s the Indian,” he said grimly.
"Sanchez must 'a' mistook him ter
one of us, and shot the poor devil."
And Sanches himself Is out yonder
on that sand-pit.” ami Keith pointed;
then lifted his voice to make it carry
across the stream. “Come on over.
Doctor, you and Neb. We’ve got the
gang. Bring that body out there
along with you."
The "Bar X” tnan waded out to
help, and the three together laid toe
dead Mexican outlaw on the bank, be-
dside the Indian he had shot down In
bib. effort to escape. Keith stood for
a moment bending low to look curi-
ously Into the dead face—wrinkled,
scarred, stlli featuring cruelty^ toe
thin lips drawn back in a snarl. What
scenes of horror those eyes had gazed
upon during fifty years of crime;
what suffering of men, women, chiL.
dren; what deeds of rapine; what ex-
ample* of merciless hate. Juan
Sanchez!—the very sound of the nhme
made the. blood run cold. "Dead or
alive!" Well, they had him at last—,
dead; and the plainsman shuddered,
as he turned away.
Taking Fairbain with him and has-
tily reviewing late occurrences to him,
Keith crossed over to the corral, real-
izing that their work—his work—was
not wholly done until Hawley had
been located. With, this quest In mind
he strode straight to the black-beard-
ed giant who had guarded Hope from
Sheridan.
But there was nothing, absolutely1
nothing—just that seemingly endless
stretch of sand, circled by the biasing
sky, the wind sweeping rita surfaee
soundless and hot, as though from the
pits of hell; no stir, no motion, no
movement of anything animate efr in-
animate to -break the awful mofiotony.
Death! it was death everywhere! Ms
aching eyes rested on nothing’ but
whht was typical of death. Eveq th«
heat ‘waves seemed fantastic, gro*
testpiS. assuming spectral forms. '
: With e.very , step of advance the
brooding siiencd seemed more .pro-
found; more deathlike. He got to
marking the eand ri&es, the slight va-
riations giving planter the brain. Way
off to the left was the. mirage M a
lake, apparently so real that he,'had
to battle Wjjth himself to keepi from
turning aside; He dropped forward
in the saddle, bis head banging low,
so. blinded by the Incessant sun glare
heJcQiftd no lorigdr bear the glitter of
that horrible ocean of sand. It was
noon now—noon, and he had been rid-
ing steadily seven hours. The thought
brought his blurred eyes again to the
horizon. Where could he be, the man
he sought in the heart df this soli-
tude? Surely he should be here by.
now, If he had left the water-hole at
dawn. Could he have gone the longer
route, south to the Fork? The possi-
bility of such a thing seared through
him like a hot iron, driving the dull-
ness from his brain, the lethargy from
bis limbs. God! no! Fate could never
play such a scurvy trick as that! The
man must have been delayed; /had
failed to leave camp early—eoifiMj|
where ahead, yonder where the blue
haze marked the union of sand and
sky, he was surely coming, riding half
dead, and drooping in the saddle.
Again Keith rose in his stamps,
rubbing the mist out of hlB eyes that
he might' see clearer, and stared
ahead. What was that away out you- ■
der? a shadow? a spot dancing before
his tortured vision? or a moving, liv-
ing something which he actually saw?
He could not tell, he coyld not be
sure, yet he straightened up
antly, shading hit eyes, and
ing sight of the object. It
larger, darker, more
hqw It crawled, crawled, crawled
Wfcrd him. It seemed as if the
/shapeless thing would never
form, never stand out revealed agi
the sky so he eould determine .
truth. He had forgotten all el»e-
sllent desert,'the blazing sea.
’turning wind—ail his soul
tfated on that >speck yonder,
ly It disappeared—a swale In the i
probably—and, when it rose Into
again, he uttered h cry
a horse and rider!\ v - f
Little by little they J
one another, two, black
vast ocean of sand, tbe .only
living things under the bra»
of the sky. Keith was ready
eyes bright, the cocked
gripped hard In his hand. The
under the broad hat bi
lng eyes surveying him.
he stopped his. horse, d:
gun, surprised, d/&*d.
understanding.^ K
across the lh tern
of the two men’ met i
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H*«vy U.gg*qe. v
Every tramp squares and
with a heavy bag or suit case '
hand—the* weight apparently
lng every minute? It’s
racking and decidedly
isn't it? People who hs
tm will surely call <
upon the head of the 1
tan x»r straw bags and
have so little weight rad
so slight that every girl,
goes away far short trips
Ismail case is necessary and i
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The Eyes of the Two Met in Defiance.
luggage must he
should Invest tn one of
luggage carriers. V ’ 1
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Is your ’ name?” he asked
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sharply.
The man looked up scowling.
“Hatchett,” he answered gruffly.
"Well, Hatchett, I am going to ask
you a question or two, and advise you
to. reply just about as straight as you
know how. I am in no mood to-night
for any foolishness. Where is ‘Black
Bart’ Hew ley?”
"How in dell should I know?"
“You do know, Juet the same. Per-
haps not to an inch, or a mile, but
rou know near enough where he is.
Ttod/Wbere be has been since you left
flherWan.”
"If 1 do. I’m damned if I’ll tell you.”
"No? Well now, Hatchett, listen to
me.’ and Keith’s voice had In It the
rllck of a steel trap. "You’ll either
tnhwer, and answer straight, or we’ll
lung you to that cottonwood in abqut
ivt* minutes If you want a chance
or >our miserable life you answer
h- V\ e nave our way of treating your
.rid out tn this country Sit up, you
.rute! Now where did Hawley go aft-
-r he lett you?”
'To Fort Larned.”
’ After those tresb horses?’’
"Ye*"
"He didn't bring them to you; 1
now that. Where has be been since?"
"Topeky and Leavenwdrth,”
^low do you know?”
"lie writ me a note the boss herder
.nought."
Hand it over.”
Keith took the dirty slip df paper
be man reluctantly extracted from
us belt, and Fairbain lit matches
vbile be ran his eyes hastily over the ,
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became a man, and now, now before
Hope so much as dreamed of bta pur-
pose—aye, and before he spoke an-
other word of love to Hope. He
wheeled about fully decided on his
course, his duty, and met Fairbain
face to face. ;
“Jack," the latter said earnestly,
"1 read the note over your shoulder,
and of course 1 know what you mean
to do. A Southern gentlemah could
not choose otherwise. But I*ve.com^
here to beg you to let me have the
chance."
"You?” surprised and
’’What greater claim, on that fellow’s
life have you than ij”
The pudgy hands: of the doctor
grasped the plainsman’s shoulders ■
“it’s for Christlq,” he explained
brokenly. "She was the one he tried
to run away with. You—you 'knqw
how I feel.”
“Sure, I know,” shaking the otoer
off. yet not roughly. "But |t happen-
ed to be Miss Waite be took. .so
this Is my job, Fairbain. Besides, I've
got another scorb io settle With him ^
He wasted little time upon ptoparty
tlons—a few brief words qf. Instruc-
tion to Bristoe; a request to (he dber
tor not to leave Hope alone! ‘/he ex-
tracting of a pYormise from two
"Bar X” mea ,to return , to LaraJed
with the prisoners, /Th®*1 b^r^ed
the best horse In the corral, kiaddljed'
and bridled him, whnt, Into the
cabin. She had a light'bprpJpg. and
met him at the door.;;
"I thought yo,u would never come,
but they told mq you were unhurt.’
“Not a scratch, little girl; we have
been a lucky bunch-"1But I have had
a great deal to lopk/#Uec. • >Tcry t
shall be obliged to ride ahead as fiar
as the water-hole, and let yofi comb
on with the others a little later, after
you get breakfast You can spare me
a few hoars, can’t you?"
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drove him now to meet Hawley face
to face, man to man. to settle the feud
between them for all time. And he
rode smiling, gladly, as to a tryst,
how that he was at last akme, free
Mq* tbe desert.
The hours passed, the sun rising
(higher in toe blazing blue of toe sky;
the horse, wearied by the constant
‘Phil of toe sand, ha^ long since slowed
down to a walk; the last ^dim blur of
the cottonwoods flqng this. Fork had
disappeared; and toe ridpr swayed tn
the saddle; the dead llfi^essness of
[airy and desert dulling his brain. Yet
;hf? bad not forgotten his errand—roas-
ting constantly from lethargy tp sweep
hip shaded eyes about the rounded
horizon, keenly marking the slightest
shadow across tbe sands, taking ad-
vantage of every drift to give him
wider viewpoint, rising In his stirrups
to scan the leagues of desolation
pbbad. Twice he drew bis revolver
.irpni out its sheath, tested It. and
slipped in a fresh cariridfi®’ return- i
.ing the weapon mere lightly to Its
pl|fce, tbe flap of the holster turned
back and held open by bis leg. Tbe
kuj) beat upon him like a ball of fire,
top hot sand flinging the blaze back
Into his face He pushed back the j
upper part of his shirt and drank e
teen strapped behind tbe saddle. His j
e^cs ached with the glare, until be j load
Eagle Nest In Western New Ye
An eagle’s aerie, 'with five1'
eaglets, Is qp the ,£p#te |parm
town Of Somerset, Niagara county,
too shores of „ Lake Ontario.
For many seasons past two Ann
lean eagles have made thoir hl
ters at the Davl# farm. but;
til this season did they neit,
far as known It is the first time that
a nest has been built In
ty. The eaglets are carefully guarded
by the old birds as well an by the
members of the Davis family. Hunk-
ers are forbidden by Inw to shoot the
birds —Rochester
Painting With s Sponge.
An artist ,wboee worl
s described in tbe Studio hays that
because the sable brushes are toe
small, she uses for certain swsiflM
effects of light sad Shade on the
dreeses. for example, a aponga. Thie
artist is described as using water od-
ors. not within the narrow tymltatioaa
usually prescribed, but %• an indi-
vidual means of expreesitab She
I sometimes joins three piece! ef toe
water color board together!to make
the pictures she likes to piodudO In
this medium. v $1
saw fantastic red aDd yellow shapes | other employes
No Time Wasted.
Olaf Larson, working In ij
warehouse, backed Into an elevator
shaft and fell down fie# storied with a
of boxes.
dancing dizzily
weariness of the long-"nlght presseo
upon his eye-balls; he felt the strain
of the past hours, the . lack qf food,,
the need of rest - His head nodded,
and he brought himself to life again
with a jerk and a mutteredTrord, stor-
ing out Into the dim, formless dis-
tance. Lord, If there was only some-
thing moving; something be could
concentrate his attention upon; soma
thing to rest toe etralning eyeel
Horror-stricken,/
I viudi siuinv/«f rushed down
The j stairs, only to find him picking
seif unharmed out of toe
‘'Ess de boss mad?" he
cautiously. ‘Tal’ em Ay bad to
gown for nalla anyway.1
Magazine. ^
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Shipwreck Safer. , ™
It la getting so that it Is safer Sf
be shipwrecked on the a
Is to be s passenger In n
tomoblle.—Syracuse
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Hulbert, Elbert Monroe & Tufts, Minnie Wetmore. The Lancaster Herald. (Lancaster, Tex.), Vol. 26, No. 17, Ed. 1 Friday, May 24, 1912, newspaper, May 24, 1912; Lancaster, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth543612/m1/7/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lancaster Genealogical Society.