The Syracuse Journal, Volume 20, Number 32, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 6 December 1928 — Page 7

The Red Road] A Romance oS Braddock’s Defeat By Hugh Pendexter Illustrations by Irwin Myers | ’ Copyright by Hugh Pendextor. WNU Service <,

CHAPTER X—Continued ■3O" I followed the roundabout Susque iianna road and passed by the ruins ■of uiany a cabin. It was not the most direct route, but It pleased me to fool myself with the thought I would never continue as far as Alexandria However, I did and an astounding thing Happened to me and •expelled my apathy and left me qulv ■ering with a new purpose. The On ondaga would have said If was tpy orenda working for me A white man would have said It was luck. It all happened at a hamlet on the Mary land line where a dozen men were listening to a rugged fellow’s plea for volunteers to serve as riflemen in the expedition soon to be made against Canada, Weary of war weary of myself, and finding solace only In my strange dreams. I would have passed ny with deaf ears had <iot his rude eloquence compelled my attention while he cried out: “Sick of It? Who ain’t sick of It? Hut how will It he stopped unless your rifles help stop it? I tell you we’ve got ’em running now. You’ve had a bellyful of fighting? Who ain’t? i thought I had a bellyful at Brad •dock’s hattie. I’ve thought I had more’n enough during the last three years. But I've been I’arning all these years; I’arning that If we want a Job well done we must do it our■selves. Men. It’s the long rifle, and not the Brown Bess what's going to >put a stop to the InJun deviltries And if you’ll go along with me PH ■lead only as long as I can keep ahead When any other feller can lead faster’ <he takes my place and I take bls orders.’’ I reined tn and stared at the fellow •closely. There was something reminis■cent In the strong young face. He was quick to see me and my travel stained forest garb, and he called out ■over the heads of his audience: “Welcome, friend. You look flke ■as you was used to woods fighting." “I’ve had my share of it; from Brad dock down to Forbes and much In be tween.’’ “But you’re not through yet? Ycur tong rifle still shoots?” “It still shoots. I am not through until the Job is finished.” He pointed me out as a wholesome example, and embarrassed me by ex tolling my high spirit Whereas I was sick of Indians, sick of hardships I had but one desire: to spread my - blanket back of the Carlisle house and close to the sleepy Ihp-lap of the Potomac and rest there one night, and perchance dream of Busby and other playmates. I backed my horse away and waited until the young man had finished his talk and had secured halt a dozen names or marks on his mus-ter-roll. Then I dismounted and Joined him and drew him aside, and said: “You’ll be Daniel Morgan, at one time a wagoner In Braddock’s army ” “Dead center. But I don’t know you from Adam, friend. You have mighty little meat on your bones.” “1 threw yon on to a horse at the lower ford of the Monongahela on July ninth, three years ago” “H—ll 1 remember The man fighting beside the tall Injun!” “There was a young person with you—" “A gal In breeches. Elsie Dinwold she gave her name. She had the grit of any man I ever see.” “Had?" I repeated, a deathly faint ness stealing through my gaunt frame “And still has. I’ll guarantee. If she’s kept out of danger and didn’t git sculped. Lord 1 But she did try desperate hard to git off that hoss and git back to the fighting!" “Man. where Is she? Where did you leave her? Why don’t you say something when you talk?” I cried And I placed my hands on bis shoulders and shook him. He grinned broadly and showed no resentment at my manners. “Where she is I cannot say. But she went to Alexandria. I gathered from her talk—and she talked mighty little—that some one she used to know and liked a heap, lived there once. But you’ll be signing up as ■ rifleman for northern work?’ I mounted before bothering to answer him. Then 1 called back: “That must come later. I must fin ish a Journey first.” And though It was dark and my dorse was weary I rode on. A skeleton of a man on a worn out horse. No leisurely riding now • I would not ha' e eaten, nor slept. If not for my mount. I had but one de sire—to strike Into the old postroad and finish rhe distance at a smash Ing gallop. The poor brute was bad ly. used up when I did leave Shooter’s hill behind me I reined In. Now that | nad arrived and would soon know ail. I exjierlenced a strange timidity. Three years had passed. No soldiers now enlivened Alexandria; and I knew,, the drowsy calm of the town would never suit her. She had gone away long before this; or—and this was a most disturbing thought —she had found some one who ap predated her. and had married. Be yond all doubt she had come to the belief that I was dead. i\i>w that I had talked with youne Morgan i could not forgive my stu pendens folly In neglecting to seek her on the banks of the Potomac Yet I had reasoned logically enough —she was never one to seek refuge tn Alexandria She was born of the ft-ontie, and border blood was In her veins She would feel as much out of place in Alexandria as. the fair Josephine would feel on the lonely shore ot the Monongahela i efip ked to my horse and I rode down ihe King’s road, and the dusr onil’ii’ tip 'by” my tired mount’s fee*'

and settled and spoiled its sheen: Just as it had when I watched the gren adlers march up the same road on j Braddock’s fatal business. i The town had changed none. There , were the same slim and fat chimneys l the same quaint roofs of different ' patterns, and rhe double row or Lom bardy poplars before the Carlisle l house. There were the windows ot the bl ue-and-white room, where Braddock had drunk his wine and rightly bad berated rhe colonies for theft ( lack of zeal. The new warehouse on Point Lumley, at the foot of Duke street, was complete and already showing the mallow Influence of the weather. On the wharf were sev eral guns, brought over by Braddock and left behind because of their cumbersome freight. But no gay uni forms decorated the approach to the Roxai George and Gadsby’s; no guatd* the natives by their precise mjimeuvers in the market-place. x | dismounted to be less conspicu ous, and' with my long rifle under my arm led my patient animal to the House of the Open Hand. And here I received a sharp surprise. The garden beyond the gate was trim anc orderly. The fountain was cleaned out. and the yellow-topped mustard was destroyed. The roof of the grape rw diW■ \W If ? ® m Hl-" •Oh. Mister! You've Come Back!** arbor had been repaired: and the grounds reflected the tidy content my father had so dearly loved. The place was Inhabited’ I turned away, feeling greatly depressed. Now I, knew | had come on a fool’s errand. The witch-girl—a bit of thistledown before the windhad drifted on. I had no heart to see the front ot the house, and would have returned to the market-place to bait my mount and ride away had not a woman emerged from the door to stare at me for a second. I was for hurrying on. but she called me by name and came running after me as fast as nevttMtnces and petticoats would permiC • “1 knew you! 1 knew you. Webster Brond(. Your tall figure would betray you anywhere!”«she cried, extending both hands. “Josephine!" I mumbled. “Mistress Hewitt, wife of Carter Hewitt.” she corrected, and relin quished my hands to drop me a cour tesy. “You must come In and tell me where vou have been and what vou have been doing. Mr. Hewitt will he back any time now. He rode to Annapolis.” So poor Busby’s message would never be delivered. Relieved ot that sad errand, there was no call for me to tarry. I mumbled something about being In a desperate hurry, but

Electricity Known to Leaders of the Jews

That electricity must have been known to the ancients has been many times asserted, but now comes forward an electrician at Munich, one Stadeimunn. who has been in times past an archeologist, to assert that he found In Egypt. In burled walls, Indi cations denoting the use of electric lamps. He claims that brought electricity from Egypt and that there are Biblical paragraphs which will bear him out in his statement that lightning rods were in use in the temple at Jerusalem. Stadelmann believes that the serpent of bronze of Moses was nothing more nor less than an ordinary lightning rod such as is in use today. He points out. further, that the Ark of the Covenant, made as it was of wood and adorned inside and out with gold, constituted a veritable Leyden Jar which communicated with a light ning rod on the roof, and that it was Cured A bachelor who had a fondness for children was a favorite with the little girl next doBF. The little miss was much concerned recently when her bachelor friend was confined home for a few days with ear trouble. On one occasion she chanced to drop In while her elderly friend was dropping some medicine into one of his ears, in the process of which he unconsciously placed his finger in his other ear. “Do you have to hold the other ear shut so that it won’t run out the other side?” his visitor asked. This remark created such hearty laughter that the bachelor said something seemed to “pop” in the vicinity of his ear drums, following which medical attention was no longer needed.—lndianapolis News.

she seemed to be possessed even to the point of unwomanllnesa. For she i fairly danced before me. bar blue eyes sparkling with mischief: and she Insisted: “You must come tn. mister. You just must." “Why do you speak like that?*’ I whispered. “Why do you call me mister’?” And I grasped her hands and gripped them til* her grimace reminded me I was not handling a red savage. “No; I’ll tell you nothing out here tn the road.” she cried. “A vestryman will be rebuking us. Besides, ’t’a not comely that you should hold my hands, Gomel” I released her. And followed het under the grinning mask and through the cool doorway In the hall I halted and cautiously seated myself In a spindle-legged chair, and demanded: “Now tell me.” “Oh. Webster. It would be so romantic if you weren’t so stupidly mat ter-of-fact Why shouldn’t 1 call you ‘mister’?” “Josephine, the devil’s In you. Have you anything to say or not?” I rose as if to leave With a sigh at having her game cut short she priiniy began: “1 have a young ward, a refugee from rhe Braddock rout She came here In a most scandalous condition —dressed as a man) She gave your name and said you would come to find her. She gave me your name, but she always speaks of you as mister. How is that for mighty respect?” “And now? Waere is she?” • muttered. “Why, now she should be tn the garden, gathering pusies for the table You see Mr Hewitt bought this place three days after Braddock and poor Busby marched away. He was a con tinned bachelor He lived here alone until our marriage a year ago this summer Mistress Elsie from the be ginning would come here to walk in the garden because it had been"ypur home. It promised a rare scahdal. Mr. Hewitt appealed to me tn great alarm I had to marry the poor man or else banish the wild thing. Now It’s perfectly proper for her to walk tn the garden as much as she will. I've lost my interest in you. Webster. You know the way down the hall?” An idiotic question. The door, opening Into the garden, was the one • had passed through thousands of times in the old days. “You’ve been good to her, Josephine. You must have been mighty good to her. or she would never have stayed." “Rubbish J I couldn’t have driven her away. She was always looking for ’mister 1 to come. She would have made a camp In the ”arden and lived like an Indian." Then with much sad ness she added: “1 hate that word— Indian. You understand. Webster— I’m sorry.” “His last words, Joe,” I blundered, giving her Busby’s message after uil “Go find her.” she brokenly whispered. rAnd as I made down the hall I saw her hand traveling up the balustrade, clinging to it tightly to aid her weary .feet. But sorrow not for me this day. I was selfishly alive with the Joy ot anticipation. I burst through the doorway as if pursued by Pontiac himself. Next I came to a plunging halt and found myself bowing awkwardly before a dainty creature In flounces and lace “1 beg your pardon,” I stammered. “I was looking for a young lady—" “Oh. mister! You've come back!” she sobbed. And the armful of flowers was dropped and a miracle was worked: for I found the lovely thing in my arms, her voice whimpering over and over; “Oh. mister! You’ve come back?” (THE END.I

so arranged that, under determined conditions, it could be charged with electric fluid and produce the death of any Ignorant person daring to enter the sacred precincts of the ark without necessary precautions. How “30” Originated Charles Payne Smith recently gave the following information as to the origin of “30,” as used by newspapermen and telegraphers, in the Typographical Journal: The drst press as sociation. organized in Civil war times, was composed largely of morning papers published near the eastern seaboard. Each paper sent into the central office items of local interest, which were there edited and telegraphed to all members, it happened that the first message sent to the association totaled 30 words, and this figure, with the words “good night” and the signature of the sender, were placed at the bottom of the sheet by the operator. At that time piecework was the rule on all papers. The daily grist was usually set up, corrected and in rhe forms by 10 o’clock, but the compositors were competed to wait around at their own expense until the foreman announced “30” was in. So "30” became a by-word among printers, symbolizing the end. Males as Loud Speakers Ask a man for information, says a woman critic tn the American Magazine. and no matter what the subject, nine out of ten of them will have a beautiful time enlightening you on it American typewriters shipped to other countries last year were valued at nearly $21,000,000,

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■is the m OkitchenSS K3CABINET Cd (©. IDtg. Western Newspaper Union.) They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak. They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing and abuse Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think. They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three. —James Russell Lowell. * MORE SALADS A simple salad which is especially appetizing and easy to prepare is: Lettuce. Peanut* with

French Dressing.—Use tender green leaf lettuce as it contains more of the vitamines than the blanched head lettuce. Shred with the Angers enough lettuce for the family, sprinkle with freshly roasted peanuts which have been rolled and broken. Serve with

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I a French dressing, using three tablespoonfuls of oil to one of lemon juice or vinegar. Ginger Ale Salad.—Soak two tablespoonfuls of granulated gelatin in one-half cupful of cold water for five minutes, then dissolve over hot wa ter. Add one-fourth cupful ot ginger ale. Combine three-fourths of a cupful of diced canned pineapple, threefourths cupfuls of chopped grapefruit, one-fourth cupful of seeded malaga grapes, one-third cupful of shredded almonds, a few grains ot salt and paprika and three-fourths cupful of ginger ale. Add the gelatin mixture, sir thoroughly and pour into individual molds which have been rinsed in cold water. Chill thoroughly, unmold and serve on lettuce leaves, garnished with mayoni naise. Salad Mousse.— Whip three cupfuls of cream and combine lightly with one cupful of stiff mayonnaise. Dissolve one teaspoonful of granulated gelatin in two tablespoonfuls of boiling water and stir carefully; add this to the cream and mayonnaise a little at a time, stirring well. Then fold in one and one-half cupfuls of mixed fruit, which may be pineapple, cherries, oranges or other combinations. Pack the mixture solidly tn a wellI chilled mold and cover with greased paper, the greased side up. Adjust the cover and bury in Ice and salt, using one part salt to four parts ice. Allow to stand for four hours, unmold on crisp lettuce and serve with mayonnaise and browned crackers. Norwegian Salad. — Separate the whites and yolks of three hard-cooked eggs. Chop the whites fine and stir lightly into one cupful of red shredded I cabbage and one chopped green pep- ( per, with one-half cupful of diced celery., Add the mashed egg yolks to one-third of a cupful of French 1 ing and pour over the cabbage mixture. Arrange on a bed of lettuce and garnish with mayonnaise. Stuff stoned ’ dates with a small cream cheese I which has been softened with cream ' and arrange the dates around the salad as a border. Tuna and Apple Salad.—Peel, core and dice four small apples. Sprinkle with the juice of one lemon. Add flaked tuna from a seven-ounce can, add one and one-half cupfuls of diced celery, mix well with a fork, then chill. When ready to serve, garnish with rings of green pepper. Serve with mayonnaise. A Chapter on Chowders. , A chowder is such a good appetizing and nourishing dish that one may

have a large variety ; they take a large place among the important and economical dishes. ' If one lives near tne seashore where salt fish are plentiful, tlie chowder Is an almost daily food. Inland., where

fresh-water fish may be had freely, it is not too well known. But even in places where neither are to be obtained we still have dried, smoked and canned tish which make very good chowders. Then, too, we have the vegetable chowders with none of these, as the following: Corn and Celery Chowder. —Dice one-fourth pound of salt pork and put into a frying pan. When the fat begins to try out add two onions chopped tine, cook until the onions are tender and the pork is brown. Cut one head of celery into half-inch lengths and cook in just water enough to cover. Add the celery and water, one quart of milk, two “cupfuls of diced cooked potatoes to the pork and onions. When boding hot add one can of corn, reheat iind serve with split crackers,/ and browned. Clam Chowder.—Clean and pick over one quart of clams. Heat to the boiling point and chop. Strain the liquor. Cut one and one-half «ncb cube of salt pork into dice and try out, add one sliced onion, two tablespoonfuls of chopped celery and one tablespoonful of chopped green pepper. Cook until a light brown. Parboil four cupfuls of cubed potatoes, then brown in the fat. Add the chopped clams and two cupfuls of boiling water and cook ten minutes. Add a quart of milk and eight milk .crackers cut into half. Melt two tablespoonfuls of fat and stir tn one tablespoonfu) of flour, cook and add to the chowder; add Just before adding the clam broth, as it is apt to' 7 ' curdle the milk. Protecting Its Seeds When a dandelion is going to change into a puff-ball, it lowers its head to the ground and remains there, as if ■dead, until the little seeds are ready to fly. Then it raises itself into an upright position again, so that the wind may carry them away. Gave Nickname to City The capital city of Thuringia, Wei i mar, was called the Northern Athens ; during the residence there of Schiller i and Goethe. - •

1 LETTER 1 | FROM THE | t PAST | <® by D J. Walsh.)

HUD and Jess MacPherson became my neighbors the day before Somerville college opened the middle of September. I was

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j raking up the leaves on my lawn | when they drove up in a decrepit old , touring car, baggage piled high, a dog tied to the running board. / 1 had the key to. Mrs. Lovelace’s cottage, which they had rented, and hurried to get it and when I came out the girl was half way across the lawn coming toward me. Her face .was fairly radiunt beneath a little french blue tarn pulled down over her tawny hair. She wore a blue sweater, the blue that goes with auburn hair and fair skin, and a short white skirt. She walked with a mannish stride, the Airedale leaping at her outstretched hand. “Mrs. Bates? I see you know what 1 am after," and she reached out a brown hand for the key. “Please don’t judge your neighbors by the way we look now. will you? We have driven from Lake St Jean and are so tired and dusty. Just wait until you see us with clean faces and all dressed up . . . and wait until you see Tod!” ‘‘l’ll be glad to see Tod again.' I replied smiling. “You forget that he used to live here in Somerville. I can remember the sun shining down on his red curls and he was always laughing. His mother took him away—when he was five. His mother and I were dear friends.” “Os course you must have known him. and Isn’t it a coincidence his coming hack to teach where he was born?” Her eyes softened. “You know his mother died when he was sixteen?' “Indeed, yes, I have a tetter from ' her Just before she died. I have saved it. I am glad she had her boy.” There was a shrill whistle from across the lawn. “Hey. Jess, hurry up. All this stuff piled on the front steps makes the place look like a Junk dealer’s house and besides I’m hungry.” The girl laughed. “Tod’s always hungry. He will come over and see you soon, Mrs. Bates. He loves to talk—about his mother. I —l want to be just like her—he loved her so." And she raced away through the leaves, the dog leaping beside her. Tod Macpherson stopped to see me the next morning on his way to the college. Strangely enough, his hair was almost the color of his wife’s, combed hack from a high white fore head, and his brown eyes seemed to hold a perpetual smile. “I do remember you. Mrs. Bates. J remember you and mother used to sew and when she cried you comforted her. Mother loved you.” I took an apple pie across the lawn to the little cottage that day. The girl, lovely in a blue gingham housedress, met me at the door. “Oh ’ don’t tell me that pie is for me —and Toil. You dear, dear woman. We are going to love you Just as much ns Mother Macpherson did. Tod will be so surprised. He loves surprises.’ She had away of fixing things and the little cottage seemed to blossom in its brightly colored cretonnes and litile personal knickknacks. 1 could hear her singing mornings over her work •some old Scotch ballad. During the holidays Tod and Jess went to the reception given tlie faculty of Somerville college by Mrs. Maribell Morgan. Somerville’s rich widow. Jess called me over to see her in her evening dress; a lovely blue and silver thing. Next day she told me about the reception and about the •‘house on the hill.” Mrs. Morgan had worn black velvet and diamonds. Yes. she was very lovely—very—and had taken an especial interest in T<>d because site was interested in literature and history, the subjects he taught at the college. She bad asked him to talk before her literary club anti be had promised to write a paper for her. The next week Jess was not singing mornings. Her eyes looked weary when she smiled and she often slipped across the lawn and sat with me before the fire evenings when Tod was out. Once she threw a cushion at my feel and leaned her head against my knees. I stroked her hair for a few minutes and then she caught my hand and kissed it. Her cheeks were wet. “They said Mother Macpherson—died of a broken heart." she said slowly. “Do you think she did. Mrs Bates? You know Tod’s father went away—when he was a baby. He went with another—woman. *' “1 know —1 remember. Jess She loved him dearly. She Just seemed to pine away, after that. But she kept going—for the boy." The weeks went by. Tod MacPherson spent a great of time at “the house on the hill” arranging Mrs. Morgan’s newly acquired library. He even went to New York during the holidays in the spring to buy books. Jess smiled bravely. She met him at the

j Beauty Not Greatest of Feminine Charms

Ot the 12 greatest women whose in tiuence over men has won them places in history, only three were really beauties. four were so plain that they i verged on ugliness, the other five were only so-so as to looks. And Cleopatra, first charmer of the lot. was probably -! the most unattractive physically. These are the findings of Adeia Bogers St. Johns, who spent two years studying rhe documents, portraits, personal stories and other contemporary evidence bearing on the lives of the 12. Beauty alone runs a poor race against brains where women’s conquest ot man is concerned, concludes this analyst of romance in the Smart Set. But by brains she means a worn an s ability to keep a man charmed by I joyous companionship, subtle flattery i and interest in his ambitions—not a : display of intellectual attainments. I Here are the four ugly ducklings | who won their niches in romantic hisi tory despite their handicaps: I Cleopatra, who charmed Caesar and Anthony to win a kingdom. Catherine • the Great, the obscure German prin-

door at night with a cheery whistle, she watchled him swing off down the street after early dinners, anti while she sat with me she would listen sot his step returning, and would race across the lawn to be at the door tc welcome him. “Today is Tod’s birthday,” she called to me one morning in May. “And I’m having strawberry shortcake. Terribly ’ extravagant for a school teacher, isn’t i it. but Tod loves it so and l want tc i surprise him. He had a birthday cake last year. 1 wanted something different.” 1 watched Jess come to the porch : repeatedly and look down the street ■ when it was time for him to come. | Each time it seemed her face was whiter than before. She had been in the kitchen all afternoon preparing Tod’s birthday dinner. About six o’clock a boy came up to the Macpherson’s porch and handed Jess a note. I heard the door slam sharply —and 1 answered the message it seemed to send out to me. I found her lying on the floor, a livid streak across her forehead where she had struck on the rocker of a chair. 1 reached for something to stanch the flow of blood and my hand closed on —a baby’s dress. It seemed hours before 1 could And that yellowed, frayed letter in my trunk. Then 1 sped up tlie street toward the “house on the hill,” whose brightly lighted windows seemed to mock me. When 1 was ushered into the living room Tod was standing with his back to the fireplace reading to Mrs. Morgan. Beyond in the dining room a table was set for two. Tod nodded awkwardly and walked toward the window. 1 followed him and pressed the letter into his hand. He .opened it, started, and then 1 beard him mumbling over the words: “I would rather see my son —my baby—dead before me than to know he would do—as his father has done to me—to the girl who will some day give her life and love into his keeping. He is a bonnie lad. Alary, and looks like —hig Tod. Every one loves him. I am fading away fast, but I want to stay long enough to see him sure of himself—happy in the love of a good woman whose love he will cherish—a woman who will give to him what I wanted to gitfe to his father—but failed. 1 want my Tod to be true and brave , and loyal.” “My mother," 1 heard him whisper 1 , “my mother —talking—” The letter was crushed in his tense fingers. “Go to Jess. Tod—quick! She needs you ! now—as never before—and don’t tell her 1 have been here. Just tel) her you love her —always have —always will, and will cherish her as she deserves to be cherished. Go Tod—go!”, And he was gone. I didn’t even look i at Mrs. Morgan as I followed him. , — Australian Curiosities. Os ah zoological specimens the strangest Is probably the frilled liz ard. a creature which looks for all the world like a burlesque ballet dancer. From the center of the animated rosette comes the head of the frilled lizard which moves along on two spindly bowed legs. It is a na five of Queensland and of northern and northwestern Australia, a part of the world where nature seems to nave delighted in experiments with grotesque and bizarre effects. From the same country conies the funny kangaroo and the weird ostrich as well as the emu, the bird that gained fame from cross-word puzzles. Speed of the Mouse. The average mouse runs 16.000 meters a day. according to the investigations of a French scientist, and certain energetic subjects have been known to run 29,01X1 meters in a period of 24 hours. With a view to the utilization of the power of mice, an inventor constructed a wire drum revolving on an axle. Tlie pow’er rendered by the little creature ran a little flax-spinning machine. The production of linen thread was four pounds per five days of mouse labor. The Inventor of the machine died before perfecting the invention. Record Freight Train. What is thought to be the longest freight train ever ojierated was one over the Virginia railroad from Vic toria. Va.. to Roanoke. Va„ a distance of 12X miles. The train consisted ot ■ 189 empty coat cars, eight empty box cars, two cars of gasoline, one of steel | and one of asphalt. The locomotive was 2-10-I<>-2 mallet type and is used in handling trains of 125 to 160 loaded cars. “La«t of the Romans.** In “Julius Gaesar’ Shakespeare makes Brutus say of Titinius and Qassius: “Are yet two Romans living such as these? Tlie last ot all the Romans, fare thee !” Rienzi (1310-1354), the Italian patriot, was known as “the last of the Romans.” The nickname was applied in Eng laud to Charles James Fox. Protective Color. ■ I The ptarmigan changes from a tawny buff to* white in winter.

cess who gained the Russian throne through the love of Orloff and Potemkin: George Sand, the mannish authoress who enchanted half the artists , ot her time; and Queen Elizabeth, i whose influence over men carried the British flag to world-wide empire. The three beauties on the St. Johns list arc Emma Hamilton, who rose from obscurity to titles and the love of Lord Nelson, Mary Queen of Scots, and Isabelle d’Este, the inspiration of Raphael and Michelangelo. These five would hardly get a sec- I ond look from Elorenz Zeigfeld: Mona Lisa, the flame of Leonardo da Vinci’s life; Peggy O’Neal, who influenced the | White House during Andrew Jackson’s | and Van Buren’s administrations; Ninon de t’Enclos, for 50 years the most influential woman of Erance; Beatrice d’Este. duchess of Milan, and perhaps the greatest of feminine diplomats, and Madame du Barry. India sent 7,000,000 pounds of tea to other parts of the world in a recent month

Itortkuttud • STRAWBERRY MUST HAVE FERTILIZER Apply Barnyard Manure During Winter or Spring. Strawberries are great lovers of fertile ground and thorough tillage. These two things are all-important and both should be started long before the strawberries are planted. During the winter or early in the spring, the ground should have an application of barnyard manure. The amount to apply depends yery largely on how much is much. Early in the spring this manufe should be disked into tlie ground so as to get it thoroughly mixed with the soil before plowing. After plowing, apply from two hundred to four hundred pounds of acid phosphate pec„ acre and keep the ground well harrowed until planting time. Riant only strong young plants with good white roots. A cloudy day soon after a shower is a good time to plant. Do not allow the roots to become dry while planting. While planting, remove all leaves except two or three healthy young leaves to each plant, and cut tlie straggly ends of the longest roots back. Press the ground firmly around the plant so there will be no air spaces around the roots. Do , not set tlie plants too deep nor too sliallpw. The crown should not be buried, neither should the roots,, be exposed. After planting, keep the cultivator and the hoe busy until late in the fall. Do not let the rows become too wide. Neither should the plants be too thick in the rows. Late in the summer it would pay very well to apply a light sprinkling of sulphate of ammonia around the plants and along the sides of the rows. Do this when the leaves are dry and if any of the fertilizer stays on the leaves, brush I it off with a broom as it will burn. This fertilizer application is used to make good strong fruit buds for the next spring’s crop. Late in the fall. ; after the first freeze, mulch the plants with straw. The following spring the mulch can be raked between the rows to help hold moisture and to keep the berries clean. I■ - i Prevent Winter Injury by Improved Drainage Winter injury to the vineyard is usually associated with too much rainfall during late summer and early fall, which prevents the newly formed grape buds from reaching maturity before freezing weather sets in, say horticulturists at the experiment station at Geneva, N. Y.’ This is said to be especially true if the vineyard is located on poorly drained soils, and It is believed that much winter injury may be prevented by proper drainage which removes the surplus water and allows the grape tissues to harden up before cold weather. When cultivation of the vineyard is discontinued in July or August, the weeds should be allowed to grow without cutting, so as to let the weeds I utilize as much of the soil moisture as they will, say the station specialists. Green manure crops sown after the last cultivation aid in drying out the soil, provided they do not shade the ground too much. Rye. wheat, oats, barley, and buckwheat make especially good cover crops, as they shade the ground very little, while rape and cowhorn turnips are less desirable. Some winter injury to grapes will nearly always follow low temperatures. but the extent of the injury may be materially lessened by following the practices here recommended. Horticultural Hints Remove all water sprouts. ♦ * • Cut out the poorer of crossed and crowded branches. • • • Lime-sulphur may be used on all trees that are susceptible to the scale insects, but must be used before the leaf appears. • • • Go over the entire surface of the tree, thinning it out evenly by removing small branches and twigs that can be cut with hand shears. * * • Most growers who have made a study of mulching materials claim that wheat straw is about the best material to use. Os course, the chaff should be removed from this. Oats straw is also looked upon with favor, though it has a tendency to mat down. • • • The dormant spray for fruit is applied before the begin to swell on the trees. Get ready now by ordering your lime sulphur liquid. It should be diluted with eight to ten parts of water before application. • • • Growers find tnat they can get from 10 to 25 cents a bushel more for apples that are well packed instead of being just poured into the basket. Honestly facing a bushel of z apples does not improve the flavor ivr value of the fruit but it makes a ffiore attractive package. * • • Scale insects are dreaded by the horticulturist above all other diseases because of their imperceptibleness. « * • A family apple supply should amount to about two apples per person each day. One of these could well be eaten fresh and the other cooked. Baked apple for breakfast, apple sauce, and apple pie are among the popular forms of cooked apples. Some good dessert apple varieties yield a poor cooked product. Ben Davis is better than Delicious .when both are ( cooked. J