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OREGON CITY COURIER, FRIDAY JANUARY 6 , 1911, COUNTRY CORRESPONDENCE And News Letters from About the County I wonder do we ever conBidor how fortunate we are if we have homes, friends and the financial aid beyond the starving point. Think of a poor lad or little girl "who; comes into this world with a sickly mother and de generate father. What are thoir ohanoes to capture some of. the good things that part of this fickle race get without so much as stretching forth their hands? It seems somotiiuos uh it the ones who need these things the worst are the very ones who never realize their ambitions. Whether it be fate or something else, they fml to materialize. Let ns thina for a moment what the little follow s chances are for life, liborty and the pursuit of happiness whose birth is olouded by nncleanness and disease. Let us first look at the cauBe of the child's very limited brain and physi cal ailments as well as mental. You will gnerally find that the fathtr is adicted to vices that have held their way for probably the greater portion of his life, coupled to the motlier'b sickly condition, which may be inher ited. We can see what are the pri mary roaosus for the child's condi tion; and he is only one in the vast throng of human freight who make np the cargo for life's passage through this vale of tears. The boy is born in poverty and tilth and later on be comes illiterate and depraved. Look at the records of our crimes and see who is responsible for them. When the child has his conception in illiter acy and vioe. is it any wonder the "pen" or workhouse sees his ultimate and logical end? A noted man said recently that criminals are made and not born and to a great extent this is true. If we want our boys to grow up desirable and good citizens the fathers of om couutrv will have to pnrge thenisulves siblo for this reprehensible condition of immorality that iB drawing the youtli of our country in Bhame and ignominy too deep for me to analyze ' We wondor why boys grow up to be , no better than they do, hnt if we ' would stop to examine the boys' an tecedents we would generally find the solution to tli's uudeciuherale prob lem. We can't expect our boys to be any different morally, intellectually or physically as long hb fathers con tinue to abuse tliemHelves as they are Bitirdoing in this grand and great twentieth century of ours. The des tiny of our country depends upon what our boys aud future men will be and their future depends upon what the fathors of our country make of themselves. Fathers, you are equal to the emergtmoy to keep ours tne best country on earthN by giving to your sons the things that make them men, audfnot destroy the chances tharright thinking, light living and right asso ciation oan only bring to them, by keeping yourselves oleau, noble and upright. Wake yourself from your twenty year sleep of iiidifforenco and turn your energies toward sonio thing for the boy's good and welfare and ultimate suooess in life. You owe it to him, to yourself as his father and his bonefaotor and adviBor. Nothing ia more needed in this day and age than that your boy should have your unalloyed solicitude, help and companionship, it you don't want straugerB to usurp your position. Here's to .your beliof in your boy, here's to your support iu li is behalf and here may success and long and prosperous life crown your feeblest eflorts in his bohalt toward the things that make life worth the liv ing. OOUNTKT CONTRIBUTOR. CLARES MisslZelma Ouniiuius- is visiting friendB in Portlnna the last few days. Win, Molutyre of Clutskauie is visiting with his father. Mr. aud Mrs. Chas. Tallman aud ohildren have been visiting with lrve Tallman the Inst few days. Mr. Otto Miner is spending his va cation with his parents. All reported a good time at the dance given at the Urauge null Sat urday evening. Mr. aud Mrs. Lucino Stout and daughters, Esther, Kdith and Luoilo, Mamie Sneer. Geo. Clark, Vernon Larkins and Milton Miller and Will Iiobbins were the guests of Mr. and Mrs. E. A. Cummins Sunday after noon. Roy Anthony has been visiting with his uncle, v. a. Niger, tne nisi few days. Mr. aud Mrs. Minor Graves are Tisitiug with Mr. and Mrs. 0. N. Larkins. A dance will be given at Mr. Shop Bard's, next Saturday night. Mr. Arohie Cnmniins nindo a busi ness trip to town last Thursday. Minnie and Klllo Uraue left Suudny to resume thoir school in Stafford. Mrs. Grace spent a lew days in Portlaud last week. Mr. and Mrs. Ilottmau spent Ni;w Year's in Highland. Mr. liauror went down to tho tele phono meeting last week. Adolph Haag spout Now Year's at home. The Grange gave a big Now Year duner aud a datum iu the ovuniug, APPLE GROWERS WILL INSTITUTE REFORMS Prosidout Atwell of the Statu Hor ticultural Society has issued a cull for a convention of truit growers mid fruit shipping associations of the Paoiflo Noi th west to moot at Portlaud January 84. The convention will con aider the organization of a fruit growers' central selling agency and also decide what altitude shall be taken toward apple box legislation. It iB proposed to model the association on the citrus fruit growers' oraauiza tions of California and limit it to the boxed apple trade. It will include western Moutaua and western Colo rado, which with the Pacific Worth west, grow practically all the boxed apples lof the country. Hotter dis tribution of apples, providiug against glut in some markets and scant sup ply In others, are the prime objects of the association. The convention, onming as it does the wei'k following the meeting of tho Washington Hor ticultural Association at Pross.nr, on January 17, will probably attract gome attention from that. body. Presi dent Atwell and others will go to Prosser and speak before the Washing ton orihardistu on the proposed asso ciation. William Strange, Pueblo, Colo., iB in Oregon City for a few days with friends, enroute for Seattle, where he will visit with hid mother, Mrs. David Kinuiard. Miss Moiia King, of Portland, was spending a few days visiting with her parents in Mount Pleasant.; E UNION MILLS Dell Trullinger is at work again on his new mill. New arrivals in this burg are mr. Henry Durst, to assii-t his brother A. Durst in the flour mill, both being millers of large experience: Mr. Cul i....,, ... iw, ;a onitiur t.n trv lunnincr on a small soale here, besides follow- ii'fr carpentering some; Mr. uase, who.has bought Mr. .J. Rhodes' aadi Mills, "nnd has niOVOd onto the same; and Mr. Chas. bhaw, who has traded tor property near u. Abe Larkins'. Mr. James' little boy is sick, ro qnir.ng the assistance of Dr. Todd. Mr. lirumm's litqe girl is siowij improving. Mr. R. Long-is making an extend ed visit in the East. W. H. Husbands has just returned home from building an addition on Mr. Tom Fisher's house. Imoroving property is the oruer 01 the day here. MEADOWBROOK Vo nnrrpsnrmdmit Wishes at this time to wish the Courier aud staff a very prosperous and happy New Year. Wa ara d Ian to welcome it into onr vicini y and sincerely trust that tin year 11)11 will be one of especial sig- nincaiine in winging a mur-iuiu yiu perity to the enterprising newspaper... Mrs. Krouenberg of Jennie Station made a visit to Portland last Friday. Mr .Tnnns mid daughter Pearl have moved two miles north of here, where the former is engaged in the erection of three cottages. We shall miss these two people from our neigh . - i. t. lorliooo ana sincerely iiujjb mat .to' will honor their friends by occasional visits. Several recruits from Coxey s army r,,,-Q uuHi, in nnr midst th is week. When interviewed they stated they were traveling on lie passes, uui nno mmlmrt here for'anv. Ifor which courtesy we are duly thankful, for Meadowbrook does not care to have it;o nmin latinn increasod by the "un desirable citizen. " The New Year was not celebrated hero with any ostentation or pomp not even hilarious revelry accom panied the imw vear to its birth. Ours is not a bloated aristocracy whose main idea on such occasions is to get out and see how much they oan hold with Having to cuii ujjuu geutlemon of indifferent character to take them homo. NO DANGER IN THE SCHOOLS On account of a few cases of diph theria in some parts of Oregoii City many parents have become need lessly, alarmed aud are keep ug their children out of the solio dB. The school authorities have taken and are taking extra precautions and closely watch all children who have appear ance of throat difficulty or any con tagious diseases. In case it should happpen that a ohild actually has a contusions disease the school rooms are thoroughly fumigated aud when reopened all danger is past. Parents should carefully watch their children and should they discover any symp tom of diphtheria should at once call aphysioiau. There will be something doing at the next meeting of Oregon City Oamp No. 6(i06 Modern Woodmen of America, noxt Wednesday evening, Jan. 11. Tho newly elected officers will be installed and the social com mittee is arranging a program and basket social to which all membors of tne order and their families are in vited. The M W. of A. is the largset fraternal order in existence, having more than one million members in good standing. The New City Engineer Major Chas. S. Noble, who has been appointed onr city engineer, has a varied experience oi twouty-nve years in civil engineering, lioiug well ao quaintod with civic affairs he has al so located aud engineered many rail roads in the South. Ab a legislator lie represented his county several ses sions iu the legislature, whore he was the cause of, much good roads legislation. As a "military man, the Major has tilled every grade from a private up to his presout rauk of ma jor, serving his oountry well in the Spanish -American war. Odd Fellows at M. E. Church, A special service for all members of the Odd Follows lodge will be hold at t no Methodist nlinrch in this city next Sunday evening. Members of the or dir and the KidiekahN will Attend in n body, and seats will he reserved for t.hoin. All Odd Fellows in tho city not members of the looal lodge, aud the general publio are also cordially invited. The pastor, Kov. Zimmer man will nrcnoh an mmimiHate ser mon and there will also he special music. Twenty-Fifth Wedding Anniversary Mr. and Mrs. L. P. Hortou cele brated tho twouty-litth anniversary of their marriage, at their home at 1304 Main street, Oregon City, Satur tlav evening. Doc. Ill They were married iu Jamesville, Wis., Deo. 81 INtf, and lived in Kansas, Missouri and Nebraska some years, coming to Oregon City about two years ago, Previous to this time they made their home in Eugene lor awhile. About thirty-live people were present at this gathering. A delicious luncheon whs served by the hostess. Tho happy participants were the recipients of many handsome gifts Tne house was resplendent with Oregon grape and evergreens Mr. and Mrs. Hor tou are prominent members of the M. K. church. A happy coincidence of the occasion was the presence ot Mrs. Horton's brother, Mr. Kenyou, whom she hud not seen for twenty years. . A few years ago flying machines were hardly thought of, nor was Scott's Emulsion in summer. Now Scott's Emulsion is as much a sum er as a winter remed; Science did it. An Dr (n "ft " 1 tt"w7Tt'w"mi Among the By Clifford V. Gregory 00 O Read and there will unfold for you a romance from which you will learn how two plucky daugh ters of the farm yearned for a col. lege education; how their father gave them the use of a wornout orchard to secure the money nec essary; how they grappled with the apple raising problem and Snvder. the sharper, who was cor nering the apple crop; how their ambition had much to do with the futures of two young men, one rich and one poor; how the wornout orchard influenced di rectly or indirectly not only the lives of four young people, but college work, college sport and college morals as well, and how some of those concerned in this idyl of farm and college were at last versuaded to exchange ap ple blossoms for orange blossoms. CHAPTER I. H, daddy 1" Mr. Sanders looked up from the harness he was mendlne in preparation for spring's work to see his two daughters (standing before him. "Well?" he said, with an inquiring smile. We we want to go to college," said Mabel. She was the older of the two, a fair haired girl of seventeen. Her sister Gladys was a year younger, a short. nluniD little girl with unruly brown hair and an Irrepressible smile. Their father let the strap ne was holding fall to the floor. "What for?" he asked. "To learn things," said Mabel. "We want to go to the agricultural college and take the domestic science course. If you'll come in the house I'll show you what the catalogue says about it." Mr. Sanders picked up his strap and wont to work aealn. "You're mighty good girls," he said, "and I want to do all I can for you, but I don't see wnere the money to send you to college Is coming from." Mabel's Hp quivered. "Then can't can't we go?" Bhe asked. ner father's eyes twinkled as he looked up. "I'll tell you what I'll do," he said. "I'll give you girls the old apple orchard, and you can use all the money you make from it to go to col lege with." The old apple orchard consisted of an acre of apple trees that Mr. San ders had sot out several years before with the expectation of reaping a handsome reward when they should reach bearing age. But the locality was not especially well adapted to ap ple growing. Weeds and insects play ed havoc, and the orchard turned out to be anything but a paying proposi tion. Mabel turned abruptly and left the shop, "but Gladys sat down on a nail keg, with her forehead puckered up in thought. After a few moments she got up and went over to the window. There had been a hard frost the night before, and the apple trees were laden with a white coating of frost crystals that shone and sparkled in the sun light. "It's pretty this morning anyway," she said. "Can we really have It to do as we please with?" "That's what I said," her father an swered. "You'll have a hard time getting anything out of it, though." "Well," Gladys replied determined ly, "we're going to get something out of it. I believe we can make that old orchard pay our way through college." Mr. Sanders smiled. "I hope so," he said. "I'll help you all I can." "I'm going over to Pearson's this afternoon," sold Gladys as they were seated at the dinner table that noon. "Do you wuut to go nlong, Mabel?" "What for?" asked Mabel. "To find out how he raises so many apples." "He's got better apple soil than we have," spoke up Mr. Sanders. "Maybe that Isn't the only reason," persisted Gladys. "I want to talk with him anyway." Mr. Sanders had a three-year-old colt, which the girls had broken to drive that winter. They had had ninny a lively tussle with it before It would acknowledge that it was con quered, but now It wns as quiet aud docile as could be asked for and would follow tho girls around like a big dog. Gladys always insisted that Mollie, ns they called the colt, needed only a little training to rival Lou Dillon. In deed, she had boasted of Mollie's speed qualities so much that Mrs. Sanders could not be induced to rldo behind her, and she held her breuth every time the girls drove out of the yard with the colt. After the dluuer dishes were washed aud put away the girls hitched Mollie to the old fashioned square box cutter nnd drove over to Pearson's. Mr. Pearson was a somewhat eccen tric old farmer. He spent most of his time pottering around In his orchard and garden, leaving his three boys to do the fnrm work. The neighbors The Doctor's "How arc your bowels?" This is generally tne nrst ques tion the doctor asks. He knows what a sluggish liver means. lie knows what a long list of distressing com plaints result f mi constipation. He knows that headaches, bi'lmu r't?.c!cs, indigestion, impure blood, and general d.-Kiilv n-p often promptly relieved by a good liver pill. We vi 't vc:i would talk with your own doctor about su'. Ask htm at ti e same time if he approves rf Aer'. !""- Po rs re fv 000 Apple Trees l Story of Farm Life Copyright, 19 10, by American Preu Aisociation 00O were forced to admit that be raised flue fruit, but they were liu lined to give credit to his rkh, somewhat sandy soil rather than to his painstak ing care. He rubbed his buld head delightedly when the girls told him their errand. . "Of course you can make It pay!" he exclaimed. "That acre of apple trees ought to send half a dozen girls to col lege." Thereupon he entered into a lengthy discussion on apple growing, which the girls only half understood, though they listened with growing interest "What you want to do first," said Mr. Pearson, "is to prune your trees cut out about a third of the old limbs and let the sun have a chance to get In. Jeff's out pruning now, I think. Don't you want to come on out and see how it's done?" Their feet made no noise in theoft snow, and Jeff, who was busily saw ing away, did not notice them until his father spoke. He turncdk quickly and almost fell out of the tree in his embarrassment at seeing the girls. He was a tall, lank, awkward boy of eighteen, but when his honest smile lighted up the freckles on his usually solemn face his ungalnllness was forgotten. "Hello!" he said in response to the girls' greeting as he started to climb down from the tree. "Hold on," his father said. "Mabel and Gladys here want to (earn how to prune apple trees. They are going to ship a carload of apples from their fa ther's orchard next fall." And he chuckled as he pulled off his cap and rubbed his head. "I believe you're just making fun of us," declared Gladys. "I don't see why we can't raise just as good apples as you do." Mr. Pearson slapped his hat back on his head and drew his face down "MABEL AND GLADYS HERB WANT TO LEABN HOW TO PHONE- APPLE TREES." solemnly. "I'm not making fun," he assured them. "Let me take the saw, Jeff." And he proceeded to give them a lesson In practical pruning. "Do you see how It's done?" he ask ed ns he finished the tree and smeared some white lead on the larger wounds. "Don't try to leave pegs long enough to hang your sunbonnets on, but cut the limbs off close." "We're ever so much obliged," said Mabel. "We'd better be going home, hadn't we?'' she added, turning to Gladys. "Come in and get warm first," said Mr. Pearson. "Jeff 'U bring your horse around in a few moments." Jeff's few momenta was nearly half an hour, and it was almost dark when he drove Mollie up to the door. "Here's a few books you may be In terested in," Mr, Pearson said as they started to leave. "Most of the folks around here don't think much of book farming, but just as like as not they may be mistaken." He chuckled to himself as he closed the door. "Ain't there something I can do to help you with your apple trees?" ask ed Jeff as he handed the Hots to Gladys. "I ain't very busy now. and I thought maybe" "Oh, thank you! But I guess we'll get along all right," said Gladys. "Goodby!" "Just ns If we wanted a big, awk ward boy bothering around," she said to Mabel as they turned into the main road. "Jeff's good if he is awkward," Ma bel answered. "I don't like pretty boys." "I don't like nny kind of boys," said Gladys. "Apple trees are so much more Interesting." Mrs. Sanders met the girls with n white face as they turned into the yard. "Your father is hurt awfully!" she cried. "He cut his foot while he was chopping wood, and I can't seem to stop the bleeding." She caught her breath with a frightened sob. "Did you phone for the doctor?" ask ed Mabel as she sprang to the ground. "Something's the matter with the line," her mother answered. "I can't cot nny one." First Question ? A i-r Cn , ,oi;W. Atf.TS. Glndys gntliered up the reins and quickly turned Mollie around. "You can't drive that colt to town In the dark!" cried her mother. "You go with her, Mabel." "I'm not afraid, mommle," spoke up Gladys. "You need Mabel more than I do. Come on, Mollie!" It was six miles to Brighton, the nearest place where she could get n doctor, and Gladys well knew that there was no time to lose. If the bleeding didn't stop She letu.ed for ward and spoke coaxlngly to Mollie. The little mure seemed to realize that something wns wrong and swung into a stride that made Gladys' heart swell with pride. me fenceposts sped by In a long Jumbled procession, just visible in the dim, ghostly snow light. Gladys kept her eyes fixed on the strip of white road ahead. Just over the end of It the north star shone brightly. Gladys remembered the old story about the stur that had led the wise men and whimsically wondered If this star wag not there to lend her. On and on they sped, Mollie never varying from that long, steady stride that covered the ground so quickly and easily. One, two, three, four miles, and still the little mare showed no signs of slackening her pace. There was no wind nothing but stars nnd snow and that long, never ending stretch of white road. It was glorious, this night ride, or would have been If it were not so grimly necessary. "Can't you go just a little faster, Mollie?" Gladys whispered. Mollie gave a leap forward. It al most seemed as If they were flying, so little noise did the mare's swift hoof beats make on the snowy road. Suddenly she gave a leap sideways. There was a crash as one of the run ners struck a stone that some one had carelessly lost from his load that after noon, and Gladys dived headlong into the soft snow nt the roadside. CHAPTER II. GLADYS picked herself up and shook the snow out of her eyes. The soft snow had broken her fall and kept her from getting hurt. She looked around for Mollie and saw her standing in a drift up to her knees a little ways down the road, with nothing left of the cutter but the thills. In a moment Gladys had waded through the snow to the mare and was loosening the thill straps. As soon as the thills were unfastened she leaped to Mollie's back and headed her again toward town and the doctor. Mollie was much better as a driver than as a rider, and Gladys found rid ing her without a saddle hard, jolting work. But she set her teeth and held grimly to the little mare's mane, urg ing her to a still faster gait. . She was almost to the town now and could see the light in the doctor's big house on the corner. In another .mo ment she was at the door. Giving Mollie's reins a twist around the post, she ran up the steps and rang the doorbell. The doctor's wife opened the door. "The doctor?" she said in reply to Gladys' breathless question. "I'm sor ry, but he started to Kensett just about ten minutes ago." Gladys started back as if she had been struck. The doctor's wife sprang forward and caught her. "Why, my girl," she cried, "you're all tired out. Come in and get warm." nindva shook her head. "I I must catch the doctor," she gasped. "Has he a Baddle I can take?" The doctor's wife, auickly realizing that this was no ordinary call, pointed toward the barn and nurnea into tne house after the lantern. It was but a moment's work to throw off the harness and reDlace it with the sad dle. Gladys hesitated an instant and then reached for the doctor's riding whip. She was so sUff that she could hardly swine Into the saddle, but she smiled bravely back at the good doc tor's wife as she turned away into the darkness. Kensett was directly west, and her own home wns straight south. If she could catch the doctor soon enougn he might still be able to get there in time. But what chance did a weary colt ridden by a still wearier girl have nf overtaking a fresh team of bron chos? Gladys leaned forward and, spoke caressingly to Mollie. The little mare sprang nimbly forward, but Gladys felt rather than saw that she was not running as easily as at first. Minute after minute passed and still the mare held pluckily to her pace. At last after what seemed hours of hard riding Gladys heard the tinkle of sleigh bells ahead. She knew the time had come for the final spurt She raised her whip to strike the struggling mare, but threw it In the snow Instead. "Mollie!" she cried, leaning forward. "Go, Mollie, go just for a few mo ments more!" Mollie gave a snort that wns almost a groan and struck a slightly faster pace. Louder and louder sounded the bells, and soon Gladys could see the sleigh as a black speck ahead. Then she called with all her might, and the sound of the bells stopped abruptly. In a moment she was be side the doctor's cutter and in a few gasping sentences told her story. "Ride up to the Greys' and have them put that colt In the barn and give her a good rubbing down," the doctor ordered. "She's done a great night's work tonight And tell Mrs. Grey to give you some hot coffee and put you to bed!" He shouted the last words back over his shoulder as he turned quickly around aud commenced his part of the race with life and death. That climb up the hill to the Greys' seemed harder to both Mollie and Gladys than all the rest together. Mr. Grey lifted the exhausted girl from the saddle and led the steaming mare away to the barn, while his wife put Glndys iu the big chair back of the stove and set the old granite coffeepot on to boil. ' At home Mrs. Sunders and Mabel watched and waited anxiously. Mr. Sanders moaned and tossed In a fever ish delirium. The towel which they had twisted tightly around his leg had failed to stop the bleeding entirely, and the faces of the silent watchers grew white with fear as they saw the blood slowly oozing from the tightened bandages. The patient grew weaker al more delirious as the hours passed. Mrs. tender rut to Uie window every min ute or so to peer out into the Uai'Unesa. uUe ought to be coming!" he cried hjiterlcally. "Oh. what It anything has happened to Gladys?" Mabel tried to comfort her, but with little success. At last they heard the jingle of slelghbells, and almost be fore they had time to look the big doctor himself was at the door. "I wonder If you can put my team In," he said to Mabel as he threw off bis coat and stepped over to where the Injured man lay. Mabel ran to put away the bronchos and then came back and stood holding her mothei-'s hands while the doctor worked. Somehow his masterful pres ence was reassuring, and they breathed freer In the confidence that their re spect for his skill inspired. "There," he said at last, straighten ing up. "He'll be all right now as soon as the fever goes down. We'll have him on his feet again in a week. It wasn't a moment too soon, though," he added. "I want to tell you Mrs. Sanders, that you have a daughter to be proud of. She saved her father's life tonight" And he pro ceeded to tell the story of as much of that lonely night ride as he knew. When Gladys came down to break fast the next morning an unwonted pallor on her cheeks was the only visi ble effect of her hard night ride. She stopped, in surprjse as she entered the dining room door. A tall, handsome youth, with the self assured smile of one who has supreme confidence In his own ability to do and say the right thing nt the right time, came forward with a low bow. "Harold Du Val!" cried Gladys. "What are you doing out here?" Harold held out his hand with a smile. "I might ask you the same question, only I happen to know al ready," he replied. "You're a brave girl, Gladys." "You haven't answered my question yet," persisted Gladys, the color heightening in ber cheeks. "Oh, that's easy. Didn't ou know Mr. Gray was my uncle? I've been sick, and the folks sent me out ber to recuperate." The announcement of breakfast cut short further conversation. After the meal was finished Harold Insisted on hitching up and taking Gladys home "I thought you were sick," she said. "I can ride Mollie Just as well as not." "I'm not sick enough to let the girl who used to work most of my prob lems for me ride eight miles on horse back," he replied aB he put on his overcoat and started for the barn. "What have you beet doing since you left high school?" aked Gladys when they were on their way. Harold winced a little at the tone of her question. "Oh, nothing much," he answered. "Father wants me to go to college, but I don't like to study well enough." "What are you going to do?" Gladys went on. "You surely don't mean to go on doing nothing all your life." "Why not?" inquired Harold as he tilted his hat a little to one side. "I'm having a pretty good time as' it is." "Is that all the ambition you have just to have a good time?" A dis appointed surprise shone in Gladys' honest brown eyes. "Oh, come now," Harold answered lightly. "This is getting too serious. Let's talk about something else-your-self, for instance." "There isn't anything tp say on that subject, only oh, I wonder how dad- MB. SANDERS CALLED HER HIS BBAVB GIRL dy. is. If you don't stop talking and drive faster I shall have to get out and ride Mollie." Thus admonished, Harold gave the horse a sharp slap with the reins and during the remainder of the ride de voted his attention entirely to his driv ing. Gladys found her father lying prop ped up in bed, conscious, but very weak from loss of blood. He clasped her hand tightly aud called ber his brave girl, and she blushed and said she hadn't done anything, but for all that they seemed to understand one another better from that time on than they had ever done before. Mr. Sanders was able to be around with the aid of a crutch in a few days, but it was a long time before his foot was entirely well. The weather turned cold for several weeks after this, but when It did final ly warm up tho girls started out to prune their apple trees. They had only one saw, and that was fur from sharp, but they took turns sawing and piling brush. It was hard work, but they kept resolutely at it and made good progress. One day Glndys was working alone down near the road when Jeff Tearson drove up to the fence. "Hello, Glndys!" he called, a little diffidently, as be jumped to the ground ana tied bis norse to a post "Don't you want some help?" "Oh, I'm getting along very nicely," replied Gladys, sawing away vigor ously. Jeff came over and stood beneath the tree where she was at work. "Isn't that pretty bard work?" he asked. "Well, a little," she confessed. "Put we've trimmed tweuty-five already, and there's only ten more to do." "Let me do that while you rest," persisted Jeff, selling a limb and pull tag himself up into the tree. "Well, since you want to so badly, 1 mPDoae I'll bar to let you," Gladys said" as she reluctantly handed him the saw. "Where did you lenrn to be so polite?"- asked Jeff. Gladys smiled a little. "I'm not be ing very nice, am I?" she said. "But boys are such nuisances" The sentence ended In a half stifled cry as the limb on which she wns sitting suddenly gave wny with a loud crack. It was not very far to the ground, and the fall did not hurt her in the least-that is, nothing but ber pride. "That was the finest branch on the whole tree," said Jeff regretfully as soon as he saw that she was unhurt. "If it hadn't been for you, Jeff Pear son, it would never hnve happened. X don't care if I break them all off now," and, grasping the broken stub, she swung herself up and sat down on another branch. "I don't Uelleve there's any danger of this one breaking," said Jeff teas lngly as he sat down beside her. He seemed to be rapidly getting over his diffidence. Glndys turned her head awny and did not deign n reply. "Sny. Glndys," spoke up Jeff nfter a few moments, "I don't know what you're thinking about, but I've just thought of a scheme to get double pay out of the old orchard." Glndys turned quickly toward him. "What Is it?" she demanded. "I'lunt something else in between the trees. Tuke cabbage, now. You could rnise let me see-about 11,000 cab bages on an acre. At 10 cents apiece that would come to $1,100. It will be a lot of work, but I'll come over after supper evenings and help you hoe them." "And leave nil your chores for some one else to do?" queried Gladys. "I guess they'd manage it some way." he replkid. "And I guess they wouldn't. I've a good notion to try raising cabbnges, but If you say anything more about helping us I'll get mad, Jeff-honest, I will. You see, father told us we could hnve all that we could get out of the old orchard ourselves, nnd It wouldn't be fair to let any one else help." "I don't see why," objected Jeff. "But you'li let a fellow come over and watch you once in awhile, won't you?" "Y-yes; I don't suppose we cau help your looking at us if you want to,1 but- Oh, there's the supper bell! Good night!" And she leaped to the ground and hurried toward the house. Continued next week. T 10AO hft nonnla nf tllO TTnltOll iu u n i" - - . . . t nnn nnn n States importeu jfrio.uuu.uw oi v,uu.ui sugar, but if the development In the beet suirar industry of the country keeps up at the present rate another decade will see a good share of this produced at home. While the high nrlce and scarcity of labor tenu to discourage the. growing of any crop which savors of intensive soil tillage. it should be said in behnlf of beet growing that beets do not pull hcnvlly on the land, that there is n good reve nue in raising them and thnt they leave the soil In the best possible tilth for other crops used ill rotation. Con ditions to be found in the states of the west where water is on tnp from ditch when wanted and where sun shine is the rule through nil the grow ing season are Ideal for their culture, for the soil Is mnrvelously rich and the weed pest reduced to a minimum. Th Active Sloth Bear. , "The sloth bear appears to be tho most active of all the benrs In the zoo. Whoever misnamed the animal ought to bestow a more appropriate title," said a woman visitor who sat on a bench in front of the hear dens. "A more befitting designation would be 'Ursus pugilist lous' or something like thnt, for he is certainly the most pugnacious of nil the bruin specimens here. And he gets away with It, too, although he weighs only 2o0 pounds. I saw him knock out the hairy enred benr In a fierce light over a piece of meat, and he gets the better of the great Yezo bear of about 1,000 pounds In the adjoining lnclosure. They fight through the bars. You enn hear the snnpping of the big hour's jaws ns he falls to catch his opponent. But the nervous sloth benr is as quick as a cat with his long claws nnd gets In a dig on the other one's muzzle that makes him snort with pain." New York Sun. Salt and the Romans. Spilling of salt is a superstition still current among us. It is derived from the ancient Romans, who used salt in" their sacrifices and regarded it as sacred to reuates. To spill it careless ly was to incur the displeasure of these household divinities. After ac cidentally spilling suit the ancient Ro man was wont to throw some over the left shoulder the shoulder of 111 omen thereby hoping to call away from his neighbor the wrath of tho Deity and turn it upon himself. Elephants' Love For Finery. Strange as'it may seem, tho elephant Is passionately fond of finery and de lights to see himself docked out with gorgeous trappings. The native princes of India are very particular In choos ing their state elephants and will give, fabulous sums for an animal thnt ex-l actly meets the somewhat fanciful standards they have erected. For these they have made cloths of silk so heavily embroidered with gold thnt two men are hardly able to lift them. Pearson's Weekly. Logical. "Mother," asked little Ethel, "now that you're In mourning for Cousin Adelaide, will you wear black night dresses too?" "What an absurd question, child!" "Oh, I only thought you might be as sorry at night as you were during the day," ventured Ethel-Harper's Ba tar. How It Came Out. He So you finished the novel I brought you. How did it come out? She The author must have had a pull. I can't see any other way. Boston Transcript Be true to yourself and you do not need to worry about what the neigh bor! think.