The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 51, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 17 April 1913 — Page 3

CANADA WINS AGAIN THE COLORADO SILVER TROPHY FOR OATS WON A SECOND TIME BY CANADA. The most recent achievement of Canada’s West is winning for the sec* ond time the magnificent $1,500 silver trophy awarded by the State of Colorado for the best peck of oats. At Columbus. Ohio, In 1911, J. C. Hill & ’ Sons of Lloydminster, Saskatchewan, placed a peck of oats grown on their farm in competition, with oats from every- part of the world. The judges had no difficulty in deciding, and the award was given to the Saskatchewan grown oats. In 1912, the Corn Exposition had no exhibition, and our Canadian friends, although ready for a second contest had no opportunity, in 1913, the exhibition of the Society was held at Columbus, S. C., and it is •aid of it that it was one of the best yet held. At this exhibition, which comprised corn and all the smaller grains, Hill & Sons of Lloydminster had on exhibition for the contest another peck of oats grown on their Saskatchewan farm, in 1912. There was no trouble for the judges, no time necessarily lost in reaching a decision, Hill & Sons won, and for the second time their name will appear on the crest of the cup. The third space will doubtless be occupied by their name, and then this splendid trophy will be theirs. During the past few years Western Canada grains—wheat, oats, barley and flax —have been in competition with grains from all other countries, and in every case their superiority has been shown. It is not only in oats, but it is in wheat, in barley and in flax, that Canada more than holds its own, when placed side by side with grains from other parts. Mixed farming Is taking a strong hold not only in those parts of Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta, which up to the present have been devoted solely to grain grow ing, but also in the districts contiguous, where tife conditions of climate, shelter, water, grass and hay make farming of this kind, easy to prosecute and large in profits. It was in the Province of Manitoba that the steer was raised that carried off the Championship of the steer class, at Chicago last December. This beast had been fattened on the grass and hay of the Province and the only finishing grain It had was barley; not an ounce of corn. Western Canada presents innumerable opportunities for the big farmer who wants to cultivate his thousands of acres, the medium man satisfied with a few hundred acres, the man who is content to farm his free homestead of one hundred and sixty acres; It has opportunities for the investor, the capitalist, the business man, the manufacturer and Agents of the Canadian Government located at different points in the United States will be pleased on application, to give any desired information, free of cost. —Advertisement. The fellow who makes up his mind he is going to marry a certain girl in •pite of all obstacles would rather be consistent than happy. ! ————• Dr. Pierce’s Pellets, small, sugar-coated, easy to take as candy, regulate and invigorate stomach, liver and bowels. Do not gripe. Adv. One can fall despite a fine lino of good intentions.

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SYNOPSIS. At the beginning of automobile race the mechanician of the Mercury. Stanton's machine, drops dead. Strange youth, Jesse Floyd, volunteers, and is accepted. In the rest during the twentyfour hour race Stanton meets a stranger. Miss Carlisle, who introduces herself. The Mercury wins race. Stanton receives flowers from Miss Carlisle, which he ignores. Stanton meets Miss Carlisle on a train. CHAPTER IV. (Continued.) “Neither are you,” he countered. “Nor it wouldn’t be of’any Importance if we were, but we are not. I’m z not asking you why you are working with your hands instead of your head, and I suppose you -are not asking me. Who cares?” “No one,” dryly agreed Stanton. “But I can tell you that I am doing this to make money, and make it quick, and I would much prefer break ing my neck to living, in the ruck of poverty. They are calling our train; you had better come.” “I’m supposed to keep in touch with Mr. Green,” Floyd observed, gathering up his magazine with cheerful nonchalance. “He is worrying about me most of the time, for fear I’ll lose my nerve and desert.” Which was not precisely what was worrying the assistant manager of the Mercury company, and perhaps Stanton of the rough temper knew it. “I fancy your nerve wilj hold out. If your patience does,” was his reply. “Patience is supposed to be a woman’s art,” doubted Floyd. “But I’ll try to acquire it.” Stanton laughed briefly. “I wouldn’t give much for your chance of success, in that case. If I ever find a woman who will ride with me as you do, I will—marry her.” “Oh, no. you will not,” contradicted the other, searching his pockets for a missing glove. “You will marry a Fluffy Ruffles who will faint if you exceed ''■•the eight-mile-an-hour speed limit. And then you will quit racing and be spoiled for the Mercury Company, and all its rival manufacturers will chant for joy : ’A young man married is a young many marred.’ ” It was so long since any one had cared to talk nonsense to Stanton, not to mention airily teasing him, that he caught his breath in sheer astonishment. And then a tingling, human warmth and sense of comradeship succeeded. It was as if he had been living in a lonely, silent room, when unexpectedly some one opened the door and entered. “I’m too busy,” he retorted only, but his tone conveyed no rebuke. They walked on down the room and out into the train shed. They were almost at the train itself, when Floyd stopped. “Some one is calling you,” he signified. Stanton turned, and found a panting, black-gowned young woman behind him. “My mistress bade me ask you to wait, sir,” she apologized. “Your mistress?” She stepped aside, and he saw a tall, fair-haired girl, gowned with finished richness in a motor costume of paletan silk, who advanced with leisurely grace toward them. “Miss Carlisle, sir,” supplemented the maid. “There is no need for you to go,” Stanton checked', as .Floyd moved to continue on his way. “Stay here,” He was obeyed without comment. The maid respectfully w ithdrew a few paces, when her mistress came up. “What a place to meet a man of gasolene!” greeted Valerie Carlisle, in her lew, assured tones. “Or are you also in distress, Mr. Stanton, and forced to prosaic train travel?” Her manner was that of one meeting an ordinary acquaintance, she held out her hand, in its miniature tan gauntlet, wiih perfect ease. No one could have guessed how unconventional and slight had been their introduction. “I am going to Massachusetts,” Stanton answered as composedly. “To Massachusetts? But so are we! At least, we had everything arranged to motor out to our countryplace, until twenty minutes ago our chauffeur was taken violently ill. Now I suppose,we must go by train ” she broke the sentence, her large brown eyes sweeping Floyd with a deliberate question and scrutiny. “Miss Carlisle, Mr. Floyd, whom you saw beside be «for many hours at the Beach motordrome,” Stanton made the presentation. Her face cleared swiftly, he could have said it was relief which shot across her expression. “Your mechanician? Is It possible? You also are going to Lowell. Mr. Floyd ?" “Yes, since my next work is there,” Floyd replied, unsmiling and laconic. It was evident he and Miss Carlisle disliked each other at sight. She turned from him indifferently. “Mr. Stanton, I to make you a selfish invitation. Our place is about seventy-five miles from New York; will you not try our new motor car and give me the honor of being driven there by you? You could go on to Lowell with us to-morrow morning, or, if you insisted, finish the journey by train after dinner.” Amazed, Stanton looked at her. Once again he mentally asked himself what she could Want of him. “Thank you; I have arranged to take this train,” he declined. “Decidedly?” “Decidedly, Miss Carlisle.” She bent her head, patting her small tan shoe on the platform. She was even more handsome than his night glimpse of her had shown, with an ivory-tinted, cultivated beauty whose one defect was coldness. “Os course I ean not urge you,” she

slowly rejoined. “But stroll back to the depot with me, pray; I had something to say.” "My train,” he began. “Is my train also, since you will not take me in the motor-car. We have time enough; I inquired of the conductor, a moment ago.” Floyd bowed and stepped aboard the train, leaving the two to walk back together, followed by the maid. “1 wanted to ask you of the race,” Miss Carlisle said, when they were quite at the end of the long platform. The speech remained unfinished. There was a shouted order, the cough of the locomotive mingled with the ring and jangle of tightening couplings, and the Lowell express pulled out of the shed. Stanton wheeled with an ejaculation, but halted without attempting useless pursuit. “How very unfortunate!” murmured Miss Carlisle, putting aside her i tan silk veils. “How very stupid of the conductor!” Stanton turned from the departing train to the tranquilly regretful girl, his straight dark brows knitting. For the instant he could have been certain that she had done this intentionally and by a .pre-arranged plan But at once reason reclaimed him; he recalled her breeding, her father’s high position and wealth, her composed worldliness, and ridiculed himself. “Since I have made you miss your train, and missed my own, I can only repeat my former suggestion,” she added, as he did not speak. “Why should you not come with my father and me in our car? It is only a three or four hour trip, and you will be so much nearer Lowell, at least. J am sorry our chauffeur is ill, so 1 am forced to ask you to drive. Os course, if you fear tiring yourself for a race day after tomorrow—”

z | z -— : 3 / ■ j. | ■Jill -1 If ‘ ) M TTrrrr HO’’ hlllifeM W-JoWiCA J (4 'i o ■ He Drove With a Wise Obedience to Traffic Regulations.

Stanton started to speak, then abruptly shrugged his shoulders. After all, why not? “Thank you,” he returned. “I scarce!}' think a seventy-five mile run will incapacitate me.” “You will co(ne?”- Her amber eyes gleamed vividly. “You are too good. Let us find my father and the car. It is at least a car worthy of you—a better than the Mercury, I confess to thinking." “A foreign machine?” "No, an Atalanta Six. Martha, find papa in the station and ask him to come out to the car.” They emerged by a side exit into the noisy, dirty, sunny New York street. “Is it not well designed, well swung?" she challenged. “It is fast on the race track—you know that. Is it not handsome?” She spoke eagerly, with more animation than he had yet seed in her. Stanton ran a? careless glance, over the big, tan-colored automobile standing by the curb. “It is a good car,” he agreed conservatively; privately he considered it both too high and too heavy for racing work. “Only that? You say only that? But wait, you have hot driven it. When papa comes we can start.” Mr. Carlisle was coming; a spare, nervous gentleman who wore glasses set on a Roman nose, from which they slipped monotonously. He and Stanton had once met at the Mercury office, where one was arranging for a tire cohtract, and the other was signing an agreement to drive for the season. They recognized each other now, while Miss Carlisle concisely outlined the situation. “A most astonishing affair,” commented her father. “Very kind of you, Mr. Stanton, Indeed. These railroad men are careless. Valerie—” Miss Carlisle declined the invitation to enter the tonneau.

“I shall ride beside Mr. Stanton.” she announced. “I wish to see expert driving at close range, for once.” “Ah?" queried Stanton; suddenly the conviction that she had done this purposely flared up anew, and with it his anger.. She would have a racing driver for her chauffeur? Very well. He swung into the seat. Until they were out of the city, he drove with a wise obedience to traffic regulations. But when the country line was reached, Stanton stopped the car, donned a small pair of goggles from his overcoat pocket, and paesed his hat back to Mr. Carlisle’s care. “I am sorry I had no time to get into motor clothes,” he observed, a little too pleasantly. “Still we will manage.” They made the next ten miles in ten minut.es, having a fair road. Then rough hills and villages somewhat lowered their pace. It was a dizzying rush through a gale of wind, a birdlike cleaving of the summer air, accompanied by the weird howl of the electric horn upon which Stanton kept a finger much of the time, a vision of scattering wagons. There was a curious circumstance; Valerie Carlisle literally cowered in her seat, pale, shivering, usually with her eyes shut Yet she. the imperious demander of her own way, uttered no remonstrance, although faintly crying out once or twice when they slid by some obvious danger of cliff or road. Stanton saw. from the corner of bls eye, and speculated as he drove. < “Do you think this is safe?” Mr. Carlisle found an opportunity to urge. "I think so, if nothing breaks." Stanton called back, twisting the car around a load of hay. They reached their destination In two hours and ten minutes. When they entered the village limits and the speed fell to fifteen miles an hour. Mr. Carlisle slowly revived, and regained his breath and his glasses His daughter released her grasp of the seat, raised a shaking hand to touch veils and bonnet, then passed a hand kerchief across her dry lips and looked up at the man beside her. “How do you like the car?” she asked. Stanton surveyed her, almost surprised into compunction. “It hasn’t the Mercury's pull, to be perfectly frank,” he answered. “It is a trifle heavy and less lively. But it is a fine machine, and of course you do not want to race with it.” “Os course 1 do not want to race with it,” she slowly assented, and

averted her face. him, watch ; ing the streets. (T£> BE CONTINUED.) AWAKENED TRAIN OF THOUGHT Little Incident That Would Have Made Almost Any Man Superstitious. Seeking to dispel the pangs of lone someness occasioned by the absence of his wife, who had been away for several days visiting her parents in another city, a fashionable and wellknown resident of the East side invited a number of his men friends to his home one night last week to play cards and clink glasses. Being fond of music the host en gaged a four-piece orchestra and while his guests exchanged deals and raised the cut glasses to their lips he found more pleasure in reclining in a favor ite leather cushioned chair and listening to the music. It was nearing the time for departure when one of the merry-makers proposed that each guest drink a toast to the host and that he respond. When all had followed the suggestion they t’arned toward the host. “Tell us wbat you are thinking of your wife." one suggested as tue party giver hesitated. Raising his glass-to a level with fils lips he was about to respond. ”1 was thinking and wondering—" Just at that moment the orchestra began its rendition of “1 Wonder Who’s Kissing Her Now.” The guests never heard the response, but if they had lingered outside and peered through the library window they would have seen him writing a letter which was later enclosed ih an envelope bearing a special delivery stamp. The contents or the message have not been made public, but the wife came home two days later.—Kansas Qty Journal. ,

THAT GARDEN — Cousin Bess Managed Evelyn’s Love Affair With Consummate Policy. By ELLA C. WILSON. “O, Bess! My Dearest Cousin Bess: Now read with all your eyes, for 1 have just the divinest scheme! I am always provided, as you will admit, with a passable wardrobe. You, i also. Well, my wardrobe allowance l has reached the vanishing point with j the season half over! 1 am bored to death with every identical article of appearel. Now I’ll be willing to wager a box of candy that things are in exactly the same state with yourself! Now then! Being a responsive spirit you have already pen- i etrated my thought and assented thereto! Yes, we are to exchange gowns! The scenes of our respective dramas are so far apart that our strategy will be safe! Let us begin with our most fetching gowns. You remember that rose-colored one I ; wore to the Al Fresco lunch when i you were here? I’ll send you that, j It is simply a dream. You will be ir-I resistible in it! Now you send me something bonny and bewitching for the archery lark we are to have on I the 19th. Afterwards we can keep > it up ad infinitum.” With a few more rhapsodies, and ! exclamation- points and confidences, ■ Evelyn finished her letter and ran out and posted it. Now, Lawrence Liscomb, the most “eligjjble” and the handsomes of : Evelyn’s “set,” had utterly lost his head to this little butterfly. He spent ; all his leisure trying to induce her; to consent to his “interviewing her parents,” while she employed all her i charms in endeavoring to convince him that she was far too young and ! foolish to know how to think the least bit about such things. Lawrence was , coming to see her that evening, as he generally did come seven times or so per week. To enhance her eloquence in trying to put a stop to Lawrence’s “teasing her so,” Evelyn dressed that evening in her most I bewitching style. Nevertheless, they I quarreled that night. They often did quarrel, indeed, but this time it prom- ' ised to be really final, for when Lawrence went away he said with great solemnity; “I shall not ask you to marry me j again for a whole month!’’ and he immediately added, in the tone of a ' judge delivering a death sentence: “I shall not even see you—unless you send for me.” Then, with his best and deepest society bow, he stalked rapidly away. Evelyn listened to the firm, determined click of his step on the pavement till it died away, then she softly closed the door and gasped. He couldn’t do such a thing! Yes, he could; he was a man! He could do anything! But he wouldn’t! He might, though! She returned to the parlor and gazed upon herself in the f' 11-length mirror. She shook her little fist at her pretty double and muttered : “You are a lovely creature, you just are! But you are a little idiot! You don’t know a good thing*-when you have it! He’s perfectly splendid!” Evelyn didn’t care for the clothes any more! What was the use of them anyway? She went straight to her room and sat down to her rosewood desk to let her cousin know that, after all, she didn’t want her “old things;” she had changed her mind. She tore up half a dozen sheets in attempts to set it down with decent dignity, and finally decided to be kind to Bess and go on with the plan for her sake. Probably Bessie still cared about clothes! In this benevolent frame of mind she went to bed and cried herself to sleep. She didn’t do it hastily, but with sufficient leisure —that she might as long as possible enjoy her sweet carnival of tears. The first thing in the morning she sent Bessie the garden gown and hat. Os course Evelyn scarce looked at the letter or gown which Cousin Bessie sent her in response to her scheme. For almost a week she passed long, long, weary days and nights, alternatingly “not caring a bit what he does” and being sure “she couldn’t possibly live without him.” At last a letter from Bess electrified the situation. The letter ran as follows: “Who is Lawrence? O, Evelyn! Evelyn! What have we done? But I managed it, as mamma would say, with consummate policy. You do exactly as I direct and all will be well. You may trust me absolutely. I am older than you. (She was six months older.) I have done all for your good. But I will tell you the story from the beginning. “We have just come in from one of our festivals on the lake. There were three boat loads of us. We were at our'merriest when we overhauled a knight of the paddle, a stranger enjoying in his canoe. As we passed him singing the Lorelei f*n our most sentimental fashion, he rested on his paddle and stared at me as if dazed. I had the forward seat in our boat, and the light of the bow lantern was on me as well as the brilliant moonlight, but you may never again tell me that love is blind! The knight took two or three strokes as though he would approach and accost me, then suddenly turned his canoe about and disappeared swiftly down the lake. You may be sure I had to endure a good deal of chaffng. They all declared that I had bewitched the man with my new gown, which, by the way, seenis to have been the literal truth. “I cannot tell you how deliciously romantic it was! But it turns out all prose for me. The poetry of it is yours! An hour or so later a boat made its way up the lake at life and death speed, and made directly for the bow of our boat. The youngster who was rowing the same, handed me a letter and disappeared again as swiftly as had his chief before him. •n the light of the.lantern I could see that the letter was addressed to you? Herail. love is blind, for that Lawace. whoever he may be, had been

. deceived by the gown—as you will i see. I “Once in the privacy of my own room 1 had to decide what to do with i the letter. If 1 forwarded it to you, ■it would be too late to act! 1 inclose I the letter. Stop right here and read it before you finish this.” Evelyn had, of course recognized the handwriting of “the inclosed;” but now she obeyed her cousin and read it again, this time understandingly. “O! Evelyn. My Darling: (And Bes- j ; sie’s eyes had looked upon that!) I j J cannot resist. I must break my vow. i Just once more I plead. That dear, i i familiar; ravishing gown! The quaint I ; turn of your dear, golden head which i i no one one earth is capable of except : I your own precious self! (Indeed!) | Do not think I followed you up. I did i not even know that you ever came to this town. Darling, you and 1 will . ■ never be able to forget. Write me ! one of your adorable little letters and ’ i tell me where 1 may meet you —alone, j ! You must let me see you just this ; once more; then 1 will go away to i Japan or any* outlandish place you ; want me to! Only, Evelyn, you will j j say “Stay,” won’t you? You can, you . must. 1 shall call at the postoffice ev- ! ery hour till 1 hear from you,” etc.. ’ etc. ! Evelyn’s fever ran higher and high- ' j er every time she read this very or- j ! dinary lover-epistle. At last she hap- I pened to remember that she was read- ' j ing a letter from Cousin Bess. She J returned to it languidly. “Now I am supposing that you have i read the letter. Isn’t it a document? • (A document! Humph!) You see, 1 positively couldn’t allow you to drive to despair and perhaps to death, so chivalrous a suitor. I .am sure I have i acted for the best. I got out your I last letter, ‘ copied your handwriting,, i (The thing) I told him simply that j ■ I (or was it you?) was going home i I this morning, and woudd see him any ■ i evening he chose to call. It was the I best 1 could do. I signed your in- ■ ! itials, and then I actually posted that i • fraud of a letter. I did not put in any j tootsie-wcotsie, not knowing exactly , ! how affairs stand. Otherwise, I would ! have. Now you be at jour prettiest i every evening till he calls —and you I won’t ’have to wait long after he gets my letter! Yours in an agony of sus-'i pense, "COUSIN BESS.” I Cousin Bess did not have to dwell', i long in her agony of suspense. Hall | an hour later, fancy free, she was so . occupied ~ building airy castles in ’ Spain that she never heard the loud i ringing at the door-belt She didn’t | ! notice anything at all, ftideed, until; some one rushed in through the parloi i and made real some of her castles bi snatching her in his arms. Explanation was impossible. Thai | infatuated boy would have none of it ■ He stopped her every time —in hii ' own way, aud finally exclaimed imps ! tiently: “Confusion to explanations! It'i ; j ail right as it is!” i (Copyright, by Daily Story Pub. Co.) Scientists’ Record of Time. ‘i Each fossiliferous rock bed contain, j characteristic form or groups of formt ; that determine the period in which i was mud or sand. Former Director j Powell of the United States geologies j : survey once tersely explained to t congressional committee the value o , paleontology by saying that it is “th' i geologist's clock,” by which he tell | the time when rock beds were formed ! The economic importance of paleonto! , ogy has been repeatedly shown in thi ■ country. In the earliest exploitatio: of anthracite coal thousands of dollar , j were fruitlessly expended'in New Yor„ | in search of coal beds until the Net j York geologists showed that the bed I in that state could contain no coa. i The fossils in the rocks exploited ar f Devonian, whereas the fossils of th ■ Pennsylvania anthracite coal beds b( long to the carboniferous, a much late period. This discovery at one j stopped a useless expenditure < i money. f Fight Between Rooks and Seagulls, j I A Dover correspondent reports aci j j rious incident which was seen at i i farm at Elms Vale, on the confines c j ! the borough. A flock of seagulls, flyin ■ inland, had taken possesion of a nev ! ly sown field, and were pecking awa : contentedly, when a still more mme> ous flock of rooks swooped down an attacked the gulls. The rooks bein about two to each gull, flapped an i rushed the gulls until they withdrew to a field some distance off. The vh torious rooks then proceeded to enjo , themselves in the newly-sown fieh I : having first set what were apparent’ j sentries along the side of the field, j It was amusing to watch these sei tries hustling away any gull whic ■ strayed too near. It has been note ; by naturalists that this setting of sei ' tries is in accordance with the habi) i ' of rooks.—London Telegraph. Overcrowded Portuguese Jails. Overcrowded jails are a feature i j Portugal. ’The question of an amnest j j for political prisoners is becomin j ! serious. The Radicals who are no’ I in power, continue sending to priso ; batches of Monarchists accused < : treason, although in many cases the: j culpability is not proved. Men an women, some over sixty years of agi are put into cold, damp dungeons, an ■ others into underground rooms, d' void of all hygienic proportions. The : are given food which is declared to b uneatable. All the Lisbon jails, as we as those at Braga. Coimbra and Oport ; are crowded with thousands of prisoi j ers. many of whom are in a state < desperation. Those incarcerated t Braga, Trafaria, and Gaixias revolts and attempted to escape, but only s: succeded in crossing the frontie Twenty-six prisoners have been r moved to the Lisbon lunatic asylur having gone mad through the rigoros treatment in jail. 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