DIVIDENDS IN SQUABS
MU8T BE SENT TO MARKET
WITHIN CERTAIN TIME.
Unlest Breeder Hat Guaranteed Mar
ket for Young 8tock Ha la Work
ing Under Handicap Small
Shipments Eat Profits.
It has been aald, and with some
truth, that a very small percentage of
the people In the poultry business are
"making ends meet," although poul
try Is a staple artlole, not only the
product but the live stock having a
market value which can be turned
Into cash at that market value at any
season of the year and In almost any
locality In the Union. Almost any
country store will accept eggs In
Runt Cock.
lieu of cash, and every family requires
eggs as a dally diet. The result Is
that the output from the poultry plant
can be disposed of almost anywhere
and In any quantity, no matter how
small. If there is no demand for the
chicken as a broiler, which Is often the
case, It can be kept a few weeks or
months longer, of course at an In
crease In cost, but with a sufficient
Increase in quantity and possibly qual
ity to more than pay for the care. If
a market Is not ready to take the
goods, they can be held until the mar
ket does get ready, and the delay need
not cause a loss to the producer.
Should a poultryman so desire, he
can sell out at market prices with
little loss at almost any season of the
year.
With squabs, however, the case Is
somewhat different. Unless they are
killed within a limited time they de
preciate not only In weight but In
value, and must be sold as pigeons In
stead of squabs. The professional
breeder may use these to Increase the
loft, but in that case the surplus birds
go Into stock instead of cash. This
Increase in stock naturally demands
an Increase In equipment, which un
dor some circumstances might be ad
visable; but the producer who hasn't
bis market near by, and unless he Is In
a position to guarantee delivery of a
certain quantity of his product at cer
tain Intervals, Is working under a very
White Teal Cock.
heavy handicap, and must be satisfied
with the market that is offered him
or undertake to create a market.
Where shipments are in small quanti
ties to commission merchants, It is
to be expected that the commission
and express will take the greater por
tion of the profit.
FUTURE OF THE FARM FLOCK
No Stock That Will Improve 80 Rap
Idly on Good Feed and Use of
Best Sires as Sheep.
The future of the farm flock looks
good, for rangemen suffer so many
changes and vicissitudes that they
must receive more money for sheep
if they are to continue. I am not of
those who believe that a farm flock
Is no trouble and all profit, nor that
they can be used as mere scavengers
and pay a profit, says a writer In the
Denver Weekly Post. The better they
are looked after, as with other stock,
the greater the return. There Is no
stock, however, that win so rapidly Im
prove on good feed and the use of
good sires, and It should be carefully
considered by some farmers whether
they can do best in sheep or dairying.
True, sheep must have frequent
change of pasture to do their best, but
their housing is inexpensive and they
demand extra care only at lambing
time, while cows need milking twice
a day.
I believe it will pay to figure this
thing out, but don't handle sheep with
out plenty of clover or alfalfa, for this
Is necessary with plenty of leguminous
feed. The burly Shropshire or other
Down breed need but little grain ex
cept at lambing time, and to push the
yocng Iambs in the creep or maybe
In hard winter weather. .
8ell to Advantage.
A farmer to succeed best must be
a good salesman and know how to
sell every product of his farm to the
best advantage. .
ODORLESS CABBAGE IS HERE
New Vegetable Introduced From
Shantung Province of China Grown
On Experimental Ploti.
A new Chinese odorless cabbage, In
troduced Into this country from the
Shantung province of China, has been
grown on experimental plots near
Washington. David Falrchlld, who Is
In charge of the government's work In
plan Introduction, and Dr. D. N, Shoe
maker, a horticultural expert In the
bureau of plant Industry, have been
doing the work. The odorless cabbage
Is rated as a great delicacy by those
who have tasted It. It was discovered
in China by the plant explorers of the
department of agriculture. Besides
lacking the cabbage smell, it has the
additional advantage of being a very
rapid grower.
The Chinese cabbage is different In
shape from the .domestic varieties,
being long and narrow. It also re
quires a different method of cultiva
tion. The needs of the common cab
bage are planted in the early, spring in
a hot bed or cold frame, and the young
plants are set out after the danger of
frost Is past. The seeds of the new
Chinese cabbage, however, are planted
during the first week of August In the
open ground, and they bead up In the
early winter.
The vegetable Is adaptable to prac
tically all sections of the country
where the domestic cabbage will grow,
and where the soil is rich enough
so that the growth of the plant may be
forced. For men who are engaged In
intensive farming, this cabbage is like
ly to become popular. A grower can
raise a crop of spinach and possibly
a crop of snap beans before he plants
the cabbage seeds In August .
CAUSE OF ACIDITY IN SOILS
Lack of Lime May Be Considered
Real Reason for Condition
Brought About by Leaching.
(By A. WHITSON.)
Acid Is produced In soiU as the
natural result of the decay of organlo
matter. Unless there is sufficient lime
present in the soil to neutralize the
acid as It forms It will accumulate
and produce an acid soil. The lack of
Liming Acid 8olls for Growing Alfalfa
and Clover Is Very Profitable.
lime In the soil may then be consid
ered the real cause of the acidity
which develops. This lack of lime In
some soils Is brought about by leach
ing, by cropping, and by the absence
of lime in the rock from which the
soli was formed.
Practically all the loss of lime from
the soil is caused by leaching. In the
formation of soil from rocks, the soli
always acquires lime. Whenever the
rainfall is sufficient, the lime is gen
erally washed out of the soil Into
streams and away to the ocean. Lime,
then, does not accumulate In soils In
humid areas, but in regions of little
rainfall It does collect and so is pres
ent to neutralize any acidity which
tends to develop through the decay of
organic matter. As a rule, therefore,
the soils of a dry climate are not acid;
in fact, they usually are alkaline. The
soils of a humid climate, on the other
hand, naturally tend to become acid.
It is only where unusual conditions
prevail, such as the existence of rot
ten limestone rock directly under the
soli, the presecne In the soil of lime
stone rock ground up by glacial ac
tion, or the blowing of soils from a
dry area Into an area of greater rain
fall, that the soils are not acid.
ARRANGEMENT OF THE HIVES
When Placed Too Close Together
Foul Brood Will Breed Through
Agency of Young Bees.
It Is strange what a difference of
opinion there Is concerning so simple
a matter as the arrangement of hives.
Some beekeepers place them not more
than six Inches apart. Our own ex
perience Is that five feet is not too
far. We have repeatedly noticed that
when hives are placed so close togeth
er large numbers of bees are killed
when the returning swarm enters, In
considerable numbers, the neighbor
ing hives, says a writer in Wisconsin
Ag-lculturist. And then, too, there
are losses of queens when fertilization
takes place. And last and most im
portant of all, If there is foul brood in
the apiary It will spread through the
agency of the young bees, particularly
on windy days when these youngsters,
which are always accepted, are blown
away from their own to other en
trances. If you must place hives so
close together, face the first south and
the next to the north. Facing to the
north will not be Injurious to the bees
as so many Imagine. In the above we
have overlooked one thing, viz., that
when hives are placed so close to
gether, young queens, returning from
their wedding flights, get Into the
wrong entrances and are killed.
8llage Good for Lambs.
An Investigation recently concluded
at the Indiana experiment station has
proved without doubt the high value
of corn silage as a feed for lambs.
3E
The Governor's
L J A Novelization of
Alice Bradley's Play
y GERTRUDE STEVENSON
Illustrations from Photographs of the Stage Production
Oopjrtilrt, mi IPaMluUoa HUbu Uwvo4) tr DtU Bcluoa,
CHAPTER I.
Daniel Blade sat reading the evening
newspaper In the handsomely appoint
ed library of his spacious home. To
all Intents be was a man at peace with
the world. He had money and power.
He had advanced from a penniless
miner to a millionaire figure in the
business world. At fifty his were the
fruits of a well-spent, energetlo life.
Handsome and Immaculate In his per
fectly tailored evening clothes, he fit
ted into the beautiful room with Its
rich tapestries and oriental rugs with
all the ease and naturalness of a man
born to culture and wealth.
Every now and then his eyes wan
dered from his newspaper to the fig
ure of his wife sitting at the other side
of the richly carved table. The tiny,
unlmposlng little woman In her badly
cut, dun-colored gown was the one in
congruous detail In the room. She
was like a shabby little prairie flower
suddenly transplanted to a conserva
tory where brilliant orchids and lovely
roses bloomed all about her, her faint
little fragrance overpowered by their
heavy sweetness her delicate loveli
ness completely submerged by very
contrast with the radiant beauty of
her surroundings.
To Blade's critical eyes, the dowdy
little figure, with the work basket in
her lap and her head bent over the
stocking she was contentedly darning,
was an actual eyesore. He had fitted
up a magnificent home that would
have made a perfect setting for a prin
cess, and his wife's appearance bad
noi changed a particle from the days
when they lived In a tumble-down cot
tage and be worked in the mines In his
shirtsleeves. With the getting of vast
amounts of money he had acquired a
veneer of manners and tastes that at
times failed to conceal the rough and
brutal Instincts of the real man. His
social horizon was enlarging, but
within it his wife seemed to find no
place. He wanted, beyond this and
everything, to climb the political tree
and pick the fruits thereof. His wife
seemed not to know that there was
such a thing as a political tree to
climb. With herself, her husband and
her work she was contented and
happy.
The wives of other menof his "po
sition were social queens noted for
their beautiful gowns, their entertain
ing and their clever wit He alone
was shackled to a woman he would
have been ashamed to Introduce to
hie friends. Only he was tied to a
wife be could not force either by
pleading or argument to enter Into
the life which meant so much to him.
Tonight as he rehearsed In his
mind his many unsuccessful efforts to
make Mary advance and take an Inter
est in his life as it was now, rebellion
surged in his heart He had struggled
year after year to attain his present
standing, bis present position In the
world, and Mary, the one loved thing
of his life, Insisted on hanging like a
millstone around bis neck.
Why, oh, why, couldn't the woman
progress? Why hadn't she developed
as he had done? Why was she com
placently sitting there satisfied to re
main just as she had been twenty
years ago, hopelessly behind the
times?
And If she wouldn't advance why
should he consent to be held back by
her? If she wouldn't go on with him
he would leave her behind. The
thought and the resultant decision
had their birth suddenly but positively
In the man'B mind. He would make
one more argument, one last appeal.
If Mary wouldn't meet him half way,
Mary could stay behind with ber ever
lasting darning and ber eternal knit
ting. She could wash and cook and
stew and sew, If she liked, but she
couldn't do it in his mansion.
But Daniel Blade was no more un
comfortable at having ber there than
Mary Slade was at being obliged to
live In this great, elegant house, with
Its crowds of servants and Its routine,
absolutely foreign and well-nigh hate
ful to her. She knew she didn't fit
Into her surroundings. She realized
her own inharmony. Her attempts to
look natural and feel comfortable
were pathetic. She felt lost without
the task of overseeing the Monday's
washing. She was heart-broken be
cause she couldn't personally superin
tend the making of Dan's coffee. Her
life was incomplete because a hired
cook made the bread that was served
on the table and because Dan never
teemed to mlns the evenly brown
loaves that had been her especial
pride In the old days.
Mary Slade was as commonplace as
a cup of boiled tea. She was a plain,
ordinary, everyday woman, who loved
a simple, unpretentious life, with the
neighbors dropping in for a word or
two, exchanging recipes for muffins
and debating the proper way to sea
son a stew.
There was neither charm nor com
fort for her In the vista of rooms open
ing out from the spacious library. The
brocaded chairs were straight and
didn't rock. They were high-posted
and stilted compared to her own low
seated little rocker in the cottage.
When she sat back in them, stiffly
and awkwardly, her feet didn't even
reach the floor, but dangled restlessly
above the priceless rug that was ons
of her husband's neweBt purchases.
All big crises In life are the re
sults of trifles. It took the merest
Incident to crystallize Blade's thought
Into action. Mary had picked up a
portion of the paper after It had
dropped from her husband's hands
She started to read the printed page
with all the serious Importance of a
little child trying to do something
very big and grown-up.
Suddenly her eyes lighted with
pleasure and a tendor smile of pride
and delight Illuminated her features.
In turning the pages she had sud
denly discovered a picture of her hus
band, under which she read a simple
but significant line:
"Daniel S. Blade, a Possible Gover
nor." "Oh, Dan," she cried, happily. "Isn't
this a fine picture of you. I could
almost imagine it was going to speak
to me."
Then she paused a little wistfully
and doubtfully before she aeked:
"But do you really want to be gov
ernor?" "Want to be?"
Slade caught his breath as he re
peated her question.
Want to be when every aim and
ambition the last few years had been
made in the one direction, toward
the one longed-for goal political
power! Want to be when years be
fore hs had turned his eyes on the
governor's chair and had been bat
tling grimly, silently, persistently
toward that end ever since I Want to
be when that was his one ambition,
the one thing he had yet to achieve!
He sighed wearily to himself. That
Mary could ask that question was the
best proof of how Irrevocably they
had drifted apart Living In the Bame
house with him, eating at the same
table, day after day at his side, the
little woman knew no more of his
real self or his ambitions than the
merest stranger.
"It's a nice story about yer, Dan,"
Mary went on, all unconscious of the
struggle going on just a few feet away
from her the struggle between the
heart of a man that calls out to the
companion of his youth, the sharer of
his joys and struggles and the brain
of a man that demands the glery of
power and the fulfilment of ambition.
"But, Dan,'-' questioned Mary's
gentle little voice, "who's The Gover
nor's Lady?"
"His wife, of course," snapped Slade.
"What does It say about you?"
He reached over and took the paper
from her hands, leaned forward ea
gerly toward the light and frowned
as he read:
"Should Daniel S. Blade, the ex
miner, ex-town marshal, ex-sheriff, ex-
United States marshal, ex-land boomer
and multimillionaire, arrive, It will be
Interesting to see the governor's lady
dusting the gubernatorial chair prob
ably the only occupation congenial to
this kind-hearted and plain little
woman."
"Dusting the gubernatorial chair,"
Slade repeated mockingly, cut to the
quick by this public allusion to his
wife's plainness and lack of social
graces.
That simple little phrase, stinging
as it was brief, was as a match flame
to dry timber. It was all that was
necessary to bring the hot rage surg'
trig through him to the boiling point.
The sweetness of the little woman's
expression, the tenderness of her eyes
whenever they rested upon him, the
plaintive softness of her voice meant
nothing to him then. Through angry
eyes he saw only the lack of smart
ness in her somber brown dress, only
the note of absurdity she struck amid
the exquisite surroundings of the
room he had furnished for her. He
thought of nothing but the sorry spec
tacle she would make at a brilliant
dinner or smart function where beau
tiful women In fashionable chiffons
chatted freely and easily of men and
things in the progress of the nation.
"This is sons of Wesley Merrltt's
tin-horn tooting writing," growled
Slade.. "D n his dirty work!"
As her husband muttered to him'
self, Mary had calmly resumed her
endless mending of socks, long years
of thrift and saving making It Impos
sible for her to throw away even
well-worn pair in spite of the fact
that the need for repairing had long
since passed.
Slade found himself looking at the
little woman who had been his wife
for twenty years, through lean years
and hard years, as faithful and pa
tient then as later, when success first
began to come his way, very much as
he might have scrutinized an entire
stranger. For a moment the tragedy
of their present state caught at his
soul, and he felt the Infinite pathos
of the woman's predicament A softer
note came Into his voice at hs asked
slowly:
"Say, haven't you got any clothes,
Mary? Haven't you any of the things
other women wear at night silk or
lace or ruffles or whatever they
are?"
"Yes, I'vs got "em," Mary replied,
Indifferently, "but it's too cold to
wear 'em, and those silk stockings
you told ms to buy I can't wear
them, either they tickle my toes
Satin slippers made me uncomfort
able, and " she r. 11 lulled with a bub
bling little laugh, "I guets I wasn't
mads for thcs things, Dan, dear. I'm
too much of a horns body."
Her very self-satltflsd complacency
nettled her questioner. The very
sight of the darning needle In her fin
gers maddened him.
"Good Ood, Mary," he exclaimed,
can't you ever stop this endless
mending? Haven't I begged you, day
and nigbt, not to mend my socks. I
won t wear socks all over darns
they're uncomfortable."
Just a suggestion of a smlls played
around Mary Blade's swset mouth as
shs answered:
They're yours, Dan. It's ths only
thing left that I can do for you now.
can t bear to see strangers touch
your things" and her voice trailed
off In a wistful sigh, a sigh which
might on any other occasion have
made Its appeal to the earnest-faced
man now gating at her to grimly;
The lightness of her tone showed
how little she realized the seriousness
of ths situation how little shs under
stood how Inadequately the was fill
ing her position as his wife. She
loved ber husband with the devotion
of a slave and the reverence of a wor
shiper at a shrine, but, like many an
other good woman, shs wanted to
show ber affection in her own way
and not in his. Because she wanted
to do for him with her hands, she
turned a deaf ear to bis pleas that
she use her head. She wanted her
huBband to be happy and comfortable,
but she wanted to make him happy
and comfortable according to her own
Ideas of what ought to make a man
satisfied. She had seen him rlss grad
ually at first and then by leaps and
bounds. Now that he bad become
wealthy and successful shs wanted to
decide for him that he ought to let
well enough alone. To her It seemed
foolish to bother about being gover
nor, absurd for him to fret about the
way she dressed and did things.
So, for awhile they sat In silence
and the fire dying down left the room
chilly, so chilly that Mary started up
to get a shawl. Halfway to the door,
she was peremptorily called back by
her husband, who, ringing for a maid,
dispatched her for the wrap, while
Mary, humiliated and with something
of the air of a martyr, went sighing
back to the big, uncomfortable chair
to resume the mending that was such
an, Irritation to her husband.
'Why can't you learn to be waited
on, Mary?" her husband asked, not un
kindly. "Other women do."
'I'm Blow slow and old-fashioned,"
the woman answered, quietly, but with
an air which plainly showed that she
was perfectly satisfied with herself
and that she thought he ought to be.
"I've never been with women who
knew how to do these things. You
didn't know any such people until
lately. I don't want to know them,"
she concluded with an engagingly con
fiding smile.
"But I cant go everywhere always
alone," Slade expostulated. "A man's
wife ought to go with him and meet
the right kind of people otherwise
he's an outsider. What do you think
I built this house for? I don't work
In the mines any longer with my
hands. I've got to use my head. I
don't drink. I don't smoke. I don't
dissipate keep yachts and horses or
women. A man's got to do something.
I'm going Into publlo life, and I want
to entertain here. You'd have me sit
back and take it easy and rust!"
"You deserve everything you've got
Dan," answered Mrs. Slade. inconse
quentially, entirely losing ths point
or ms tiraae. "xou struggled like a
dog. Nobody knows, only you and
me. We've been through it together
"Well," demanded Slade eagerly
and hopefully, "why don't you march
along with me then, Mary?"
His wife turned to him earnestly.
For a moment Dan Slade thought the
woman he loved was about to rise to
the occasion.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
WORKERS AFFECTED BY WIND
Bringing of Fresh Oxygen Into Cities
Hat Been Shown to nave Most
Beneficial Results.
Office and workshlp management
has, in some large businesses, been
brought practically to the point of a
science, London Answers remarks,
and lots ot curious little facts bavs
been ascertained by those who have
studied it.
Office staffs, for Instance, work best
In windy weather, as do all brain work
ers, ths reason being that In windy
weather the ordinary more or less
exhausted city atmosphere Is driven
out by volumes of fresh oxygen.
There Is the same difference In the
quantity and quality of work done In
offices as there is between that done
In unventllated and well ventilated
worktbops, and for the same reason.
No brain worker works as keenly In a
stuffy room as in an airy one.
Damp, dull weather has little or no
effect on the output of work In offices,
but It has in workshops. Manual la
bor It less efficient In damp than in
dry air, the reason is that the moist
air acts as a conductor of electricity
and drains away the natural electrici
ty of the body Into the ground. This
does not affect the brain, but only tb
muscles and ths spirits.
8ome Almost Small Enough.
There was a crowd of people in the
5 and 10-cent store about quitting
time. Several customer! were stand
ing around ths table, which held the
mouse traps.
A man rushed In and not waiting foi
his turn pushed his way through the
crowd and approached the tales girl.
"Please sell me a mouse trap right
away; I want to catch my car," he
sail, as hs dived into bis packet tor
the change.
OF WESTERN LIFE
Kathlyn Williams In New and
Attractive Play.
'Chip of the Flying U" Promises to
Be Ons of ths Most Popular of
Recent Film Productions
Adapted From Novel.
"Chip of the Flying U" is the new
est motion picture attraction featur
ing Kathlyn Williams, daring and pop
ular screen star. The play Is an
adaptation of B. M. Bower's story of
western life which appeared In a re
cent Issue of a well-known magazine,
visualized for screen presentation. It
Is in three parts, containing realistic
scenes of the crude West and Its rough
types of citizens; magnificent views ot
an expanse of beautiful fields show
Kathlyn Williams.
Ing thousands of cattle grazing nlonj
the hillsides; sports and activity's ol
the cowboys and many other Incidents
familiar to the lover of western life
The stellar honors In this pantomime
play are divided equally between Miss
Williams and Tom Mix, noted cowboy
actor, whose expert horsemanship and
lariat throwing have been features ol
numerous western "thrillers" in ths
past and who has developed Into a
finished photo play star. His fearless
neas on horseback or while engaged
in feats of skill and daring during the
diversions of his comrades, has been
illustrated by the camera on numerous
occasions for "movie" fans.
Daring Actress.
Miss Marguerite Clayton, who is at
tached to the Essanay Western com
pany under the direction of Q. M. An
derson, waB recently called upon to act
a dangerous and spectacular role
which she did without hesitation.
The photoplay called for the descent
of the actress over the side of a moun
tain to rescue an infant in an eagle's
nest far down the chasm. Miss Clay
ton was lowered down with a good
sized manlla rope tied securely around
her waist Four men held on the rope
and she was lowered nearly a hundred
feet, finally reaching the eagle's nest
and rescuing the baby, which In this
case was a dummy. Miss Clayton re
fused at first to enact the role until
Mr. Anderson consented to be one of
the men holding the rope. The camera
man stood across the chasm and se
cured excellent results. Popular Elec
tricity. Return From the Catskllls.
Rip Van Wlnkle'B haunts, the Cats
kill mountains, were the scene ol
much activity during the last four
weeks when a company of players
"filmed" several productions in ths
surrounding country. The company
consisting of Dorothy Kelly, James
Morrison, George Cooper and John
Costello, returned from the moun
tainous section with negatives for
"Regan's Daughter," "Within an Ace"
and "The Love of Pierre La Crosse."
Eclair Films Produced at Tucson.
It Is announced that the enllre pro
ducing force engaged In the making
of American Eclair films will be
moved to the spacious and modern
studios erected by the company at
Tuccon, Ariz. The Eclair studios at
Fort Lee, N. J were recently de
stroyed by fire and, although the
company U erecting new buildings,
they are not ready.
East Views New Production.
"Ambushed," a feature photo play,
is being offered at the motion picture
theaters of the East The play Is in
three parts and is a film version ol
the story by Chauocey C. Hotchklss
which appeared In a recent Issue of a
well-known magazine. Francis X.
Bushman is featured in this play, in
terpreting the role of a young attor
ney who outwits two criminals in their
efforts to obtain possession of an es
tate left by a wealthy woman to her
niece.
George Klelne's New Venture.
"The Woman Who L-ared," is a
forthcoming five part photo play pro
duction which will be presented by
George Klelne. The story centers
around an army officer's wife who
saves her husband from a charge of
high treason. The features of the
film are a race between an automobile
and a passenger train and scenes de
pictlng circus life.