fit OF PEACE
By FRANK FiLSON.
When Uncle Will came back from
the West at forty-five, with a wad of
money, we were delighted that he
should think of spending the winter
la the old homestead, where he had
not pat In an appearance for ten
years.
"Bat what gets me," he said, "Is
the way you folks here quarrel
Beems to me as though you hadn't
any time to do anything else, and
liked It."
I Hushed. "If you are referring to
George Bailey, uncle," I began.
"Lydla," answered Uncle Will, "If
you talk sassy like that you won't get
any more candy from me. What do
I care about George Bailey? Me isn't
half good enough for you, and I'm
glad you had a falling out"
"He Is!" I cried Indignantly. "He's
the finest boy In Burblton." And
then Uncle Will gave me one of his
maddening smiles and walked away,
i It was true enough what be had
laid, though. We did bare trouble In
Surblton. It was what you call a
spinsters' Tillage, and everybody said
I was a fool to let George go. But
he humiliated me so, dancing with
red headed Miss Florence Smith twice
that night, and only giving me eleven
dances. And we had Just become
engaged, too.
Uncle Will was a Surblton man.
They said In his young days he bad
been engaged to Miss Barrett, the
school teacher. If he had, nobody
was the wiser. He and Miss Barrett
greeted each other Just as calmly as
though they had always been ac
quaintances and there had never been
anything else between tbem. And
(what puzzled me was how Uncle Will
could want to put in so long a time
at Surblton, instead of making for
the white lights of the city, with his
wad to spend.
Now I come to my story. It was
about three weeks after Uncle Will
teturned that Surblton was electrl
ed by an itinerant peddler who came
along the street. Peddler Is perhaps
a wrong way of describing him, for
he had nothing to sell. He drove a
broken-down horse and sat Inside a
buggy with a closed top. When he
reached HI Perkins' vacant lot he un
hitched the horse and turned It out to
"I'm the International and Intercolo
nial Peacemaker!"
graze. Then he took down the top
of the buggy and hoisted his sign:
WILLIAM ITT
International and Intercolonial Peace
maker of America.
Naturally half the village was
around Mr. Ufa wagon In about ten
minutes, gaping.
"What's It mean?" asked III Per
kins, who didn't like peddlers pitch
ing on his lot, though he was too
kind-hearted to shoo them away.
"I'm the International and Inter
colonial peacemaker," says Mr. Ht,
who was a little, sandy, dried-up man.
"I make peace. Bring on your quar
rels. Now!"
"Why don't ho try to make up be
tween Jim Barnes and his wife?"
shouted one of the wags. But Mr.
Itt took a serious view of the situa
tion. "This ain't no Joke, ladles and
gents," he said. "It's a respectable
perfesslon, mine Is. It's a necessary
one, too, There's far too much quar
reling In these days. I made peace
only last week between the mayor
of Deedles and his lady, and the
town's been clean of graft ever since.
Now, ladles and gents, my fee Is a
dollar, and my tent's open by ap
pointment at any hour after dark,
when you cnn come in quietlike and
nobody will see you."
Well, that raised a laugh, hut,
would you believe It, Sadie Roach,
our maid, declared that she saw Mr.
and Mrs. Barnes stealing away out of
Mr. Itt's tent, looking as pleased as
courting couple the next morning.
And as the days went by and Mr.
Itt remained, It certainly seemed that
an Improvement had come to Surbl
ton. Folks who hadn't been on speak
ing terms for years began to say
"Hello!" to each other, and spite
fences were takes 4own, and nobody
complained when the neighbors'
chickens got Into his garden any
more.
Well, what happened next scared
me. I was strolling near Mr. Itt's
tent, Just by chance, you understand,
when the little man came out and
accosted me.
"Mademoiselle," he said, executing
a bow for that Is the only word suit
able for the absurd little bob be made,
"can I be of service to you?"
My heart went into my mouth and
I couldn't find any words with which
to answer him.
"If you was to come to my tent
about eight o'clock tonight," said Mr.
Itt, "I might be able to help you
know yourself. Tou have trouble In
your heart, mademoiselle. I can
trace It In the third line of your right
band, running from the Mount of
Hercules to the Oasis of Luna."
And with these enigmatical words
be beat a retreat Into his tent, leav
ing me decidedly annoyed and a lit
tle humiliated.
I knew he couldn't possibly have
beard about me and George, because
our engagement bad been kept a pro
found secret outside the family, and
only the relations and the servants
knew about it, and they wouldn't have
breathed a word to anybody. How
ever, I began to get piqued by Mr.
Itt's words, and about eight o'clock
that night, finding myself quite by
chance, you understand In the vicin
ity of Mr. Itt's tent, I thought I would
drop In to see whether there really
was anything In what be had said
about the Mount of Hercules.
Though It had begun to dawn on
me that I had had my hands In my
muff and that he hadn't seen them
at all
Mr. Itt seemed to have been wait
ing for me, for hardly had I drawn
near his tent when he was outside,
seizing me by the hands.
"You have come," he said. '1 am
glad you have come. Mademoiselle,
you remind me of my dear friend His
Excellency Chlng Foo, the grand
vizier of Tartary, who had a fearful
quarrel with his wife last week over
the spending money. He came to me.
"'Mr. Itt,' he said, 1 have had a
row with my wife and I wish I were
dead. She wants a hundred yen a
week to buy her own clothes with.
What would you do?'
"'Give her two hundred,' I an
swered, and he saw the justice of It
and went away happy. They're recon
ciled now."
Mr. Itt's views seemed sensible to
me, but all the while he was repeat
ing this absurd patter he kept
glancing back nervously over his
shoulder, as though he were expect
ing somebody. And as he ended he
made an abrupt little dive into the
tent and pulled the flap to. I heard
a murmur of voices Inside, and I won
dered whether I had happened along
when another couple was there.
And I was still wondering when,
to my amazement, somebody put his
hands over my eyes.
And now my heart began to pit-a-pat
Yes, It was George.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he said.
"I see how wrong I was to dance
twice with Florence Smith. I'll nev
er look at her again. Mr. Itt per
suaded me that I had been a fool.
Won't you forgive me, dearest?"
Well, I was considerably hurt, but
then I felt something being squeezed
over my finger, and It felt like that
half-hoop of diamonds, which I had
loved so much, and which I had in
tended to have enlarged the day be
fore I gave It back to George. So
what could I do?
We had the happiest time there,
and then we decided that we ought te
thank Mr. Itt It seemed too wonder
ful to be true. So we went up to
the tent and called.
Mr. Itt seemed to be scolding some
body, I thought and he didn't hear my
voice. I wanted, to thank him and so
I opened the tent door. And who do
you think were Inside? Uncle Will
and Miss Barrett.
Uncle Will was on his knees be
fore her. and her face was as hard
as stone. Just then Uncle Will saw
lis, and he sprang to his feet, looking
rather foolish.
"Go away, you young vipers!" he
bellowed. "What do you mean by
intruding upon why, It's little Lydla!
And George!"
8omehow instinct told me Just what
to do at that moment, I went up to
Miss Barrett and kissed her and
placed her hands In Uncle Will's.
Suddenly Miss Barrett's face soft
ened, and a minute later she was
crying In Uncle Will's arms. Uncle
Will said afterward that It must have
been the force of our example. I
think this was correct. But would
you ever believe that Uncle Will had
hired Mr. Itt for the performance?
That's what Aunt Rose Barrett Tern
pleton says. And Uncle Will doeBn't
deny It. He says he's got such a
good wife he doesn't want to remem
ber the trouble he had In getting her.
Strangely enough, George said
something like that to me yesterday,
(Copyright, 1914, by W. J. Chapman.)
Mother Cat Bested Hawk.
In a fight with a hawk on a farm
of Northumberland, Pa., a big Mal
tese cat worsted the bird of prey
and saved her family from destruc
tion. Taking her brood from a manger
to the barnyard, tabble was giving
them a Bun bath when the hawk
swooped down and seized one of the
kittens. Like a flash the mother cat
was on the back of the big bird, and
a battle ensued. Feathers flew and
the pair rolled around and around.
Finally the hawk rose Into the air
and darted rapidly away. An exam
ination of the kittens found that the
mother cat had won the battle.
AS A. BOY when I read of Jo
nah and the whale I never
dreamed that one day I was
to stand at Jonah's tomb and
see Arabs worship him as a
taint writes Frederick Slsupich In the
Los Angeles Times.
The famous old prophet who rode In
the fish is burled at Mosul, In far-off
Mesopotamia. Mosul Itself, from which
our word "muslin" came, stands on the
foaming Tigris opposite old Nineveh.
And here Is a sketch of what life Is
tike today in the town where Jonah
rests.
It Is a dirty, crowded town, Is Mosul,
with 60,000 people Jammed Inside its
medieval walls. Its narrow, warped
streets are no more than crooked al
leys that wander aimlessly through
the town dusty In summer and seas
of mud in winter. So narrow are these
passages that two loaded donkeys, If
they chance to meet cannot pass till
one donkey has been backed Into a
doorway.
Mosul's houses are Moorish style
two stories, few windows, an open
court inside and flat roofs with para
petsso that the family may sleep on
the roof In summer. The main door to
3ach house is a huge affair, studded
with great bolts and barred at night
like the gate to a fortress suggesting
'.he old days of Mongol invasions.
To accommodate its Important cara
van trade, Mosul has built up many
jaravanserais, or "resthouses." With
Naomi, my Bagdad boy, I spent my first
night at Mosul in one of these singu
lar khans, as the natives call them.
The khan Is a sort of compound -or
stockade of mud walls, without a roof.
Around the inside of the walls runs a
row of little cells, to which travelers
are assigned.
In the middle of the inclosure is a
great platform, on which are piled the
bales of freight taken from the pack
st. I ("
in a Mosul
animals, and around the edge of this
platform runs a mud manger, from
which the beasts are fed.
These historic caravanserais form
one of the most picturesque features
of middle eastern life. No traveler,
from Marco Polo down to date, has
croased Mesopotamia without record
ing his Impression of the unspeakably
filthy and noisy "khans."
Naomi and His Sisters.
Next morning early Naomi and I left
the pesthouse that had sheltered us,
and started out afoot to do Mosul. Na
omi hunted up his Telkafi relatives,
whom he had not seen for many years,
and of course the master then became
the servant's guest, for a few hours
at least. We ate preserved sweets,
pistachio nuts, manna, nougat, and
many such delicacies for which Mosul
Is noted; we drank sweetened rose
water and smoked countless cigarettes,
and I gave away to these curious, pry
ing, but polite people all the secrets
of my family for three generations
back.
Naomi's numerous sisters, unveiled
and good to look at, came shyly out
and sat cross-legged on the rug he
placed for them at a proper distance
from me. Being native Christians,
they could show their faces without
being disgraced. They wore baggy
blue trousers long Mother Hubbard
gowns of some dark color, yellow
stockings and fancy slippers all cov
ered with beads. Their big brown
eyes gazed steadily at me with that
luster that Is bought In western worlds
at the price of belladonna, and their
white teeth glistened in beautiful per
fectionIn a land where no dentifrice
was ever seen.
From the main bazaar I wandered
on through the town, followed by the
usual crowd of curious Arabs and
Kurds, and then continued on my walk
toward the river. And here I beheld
an odd spectacle.
I had read that In early Assyrian
days warriors used to cross the Tigris,
even In heavy armor, by swimming
on Inflated goat skins; but I had no
Idea that the practice still survived.
So I was astonished on arriving at the
river bank to see an old man walk
calmly down to the water's edge, blow
up a goat skin which bad hung over
his shoulder, wade out Into the river
waist deep and then lie down on the
Inflated skin and begin to paddle leis
urely across. While I still watched
him, two women came down, carrying
skins, already blown up, and followed
the old man's course across the Tigris;
somehow they seemed to keep the
bobbing skins easily balanced under
their bodies, and thus supported swam
slowly, without tiring.
Mosul Washerwomen.
And all up and down the river banks
were hundreds of round-limbed Kurd
ish women washing clothes. There
must have been half a thousand, all
shouting, plunging and wringing a mul
titude of garments. With skirts tucked
high above their knees and no sign of
yashmak or veil, they were a noisy,
easy-going set, dispelling the Illusion
that in the East all women are se
cluded or eternally draped from head
to foot
Long strings of pack donkeys,
driven by noisy, swearing Kurdish
muleteers, came down to the river to
drink, and fusillades of Jocular abuse
passed between these ruffians and the
washerwomen. Higher up the river
bank, and all along the waterfront
ran a long row of coffee shops, dance
halls and other resorts. Till late at
night these places are running full
blast, the din of tomtoms, native fid
dles and the harsh voices of the paint
ed women who dance and sing, making
amusement for the men of Mosul. They
like excitement, these Kurds and
Arabs, and crude and amateurish as
their methods seem to us, they have
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never seen anything better and hence
are pleased.
Over Odd BrWge to Jonah's Tomb.
A unique bridge spans the Tigris at
Mosul for which a parallel cannot
be found anywhere in the world. It
1b built partly of masonry, partly of
wood, and for some distance is of the
pontoon type. First comes a 100-foot
stretch of masonry pier, then a bridge
of boats 400 feet long and crossing the
main channel; then comes another
stone pier of 150 feet, leading to an
800-foot stretch of brick arches, fol
lowed at last by another stone pier
nearly 200 feet long. It seems as it
the builders changed their minds sev
eral times before finishing the odd
structure.
It is across .this bridge that one
goes to explore Nineveh, where Botta
and Layard made their sensational
discoveries 60 years ago. The whole
dry, brown plain about Mosul is a
vast forest of ancient moundB, thick
with Bigns of long-forgotten inhabi
tants. Nlnevah is not even a memory with
the wild, ignorant tribes who roam the
desert of old Assyria. At one edge of
its ruins stands the little village of
"Nebi Yunus," and the reputed tomb
of Jonah. The Identity of Jonah
seems alone preserved and he was
one of the least in his day.
At night I walked back to Mosul.
I looked back once, and the setting
sun was reflected from the dome of
Jonah's tomb. What fame this man
won, by riding in a fish! Sennacherib
is forgotten, but ali the natives know
"Yunus" and the tale of the big fish.
On the morning of the Great Day, Jo
nah may be put in the dock with Doc
tor Cook. But for the present the
people are with him and he wears his
medals unchallenged.
Telephones In Chile.
Chile has 8,000 miles of telephone
SAVE ALU POULTRY MANURE
Fsrmer Can Add Materially to Proflti
by Properly Caring for Droppings
of Various Farm Fowls.
A recent bulletin of the Maine agri
cultural experiment Btation shows that
the poultryman or farmer can mate
rially add to the profits of his busi
ness by properly caring for the drop
pings of bis fowls. For example, it is
shown that the droppings from 1,000
fowls If preserved without needless
loss are worth at least three hundred
dollars a year, and this estimate is
based on the assumption that less
than half of the droppings, or only 30
pounds per ben per year, can be col
lected. According to the Maine station, the
droppings should be collected daily
and mixed with substances which will
(1) prevent loss of nitrogen, (2) add
sufficient potash and phosphoric acid
to make a better balanced fertilizer,
and (3) Improve the mechanical con
dition of the manure so that it can
be applied to the land with a manure
spreader.
This can be done as follows: To
each 30 pounds of the manure add ten
pounds of sawdust, good dried loam,
or peat 16 pounds of acid phosphate,
and eight pounds of kalnlt. Such a
mixture will contain about 1.25 per
cent of nitrogen, 4.5 per cent of phos
phoric acid, and two per cent of pot
ash, which, used at the rate of two
tons per acre would furnish 50 pounds
of nitrogen, 185 pounds of phosphoric
acid, and 80 pounds of potash, and at
the present price of fertilizing in
gredients is worth about $10 per ton.
The mixture would furnish a well bal
anced stable fertilizer, which, al
though not fine enough to work well
in drills, can be successfully applied
with a manure spreader. The treated
manure should be well sheltered until
time to apply to the land that is,
shortly before plowing.
HORSE IS A POOR REAS0NER
Great Difficulty Experienced In Break
ing Animal of Trick When Once
He Has Learned Lesson.
The horse is a poor reasonor. Men
tally it is the weakest of all our do-
mestlo animals except the sheep.
Therefore, when once taught a trick
or allowed to do a certain act not
Superior Draft Type.
wanted it is with great difficulty tha
the horse can unlearn on account c
mental weakness.
A horse kicks his master to deatl
when turned upside down with foot
In stirrup, because in that position
the horse does not know what his
master is, and suffers from Imaginary
fear. He kicks the shafts of a buggy
until his legs are broken because he
does not know that the shafts are
harmless and that he himself is doing
the damage. He runs away in the
saddle or in the harness because he
has not sense enough to know better.
WINTER GARDEN IN CELLAR
Rhubarb Will Do Well With Temper
ture of Fifty Degrees Other Vege
tables Can Be Cultivated,
Several garden vegetables can be
successfully grown In the cellar dur
ing the winter and will furnish fresh
material ror the table when such
things are most appreciated. Rhubarb
and asparagus roots are easilv forced
Into growth. Take up vigorous roots
Just before freezing, then allow them
to freeze and remain in that condition
tor two weeks. Put them in boxes of
earth In a cool cellar and they almost
immediately begin to furnish a bud
ply of beautifully blanched stalks. A
temperature of about fifty degrees is
desirable. Rhubarb will do well at
even a lower heat and should be kept
in absolute darkness.
Cellar windows that face east and
south are good places to grow lettuce
that has been previously started out
side. Roots of parsley taken from the
garden will thrive and furnish a sup
ply for salads and garnishes all win
ter. Clumps of chives are also easily
grown. These are doubly welcome in
winter for soups and anything requir
ing a mild flavor of onion.
Spearmint plants will grow abund
antly in a cellar heated by a furnace
or they may be taken to the kitchen
window. The fresh leaves are much
better than dried ones for making
mint sauce or anything requiring this
particular flavor. Belated pepper and
egg plants taken up before frost and
potted will continue to bear fruit all
winter if kept in a warm room.
Ideal Farmer,
The ideal farmer is first of all hap
py that he is a farmer; and then he
Is happy because he can be and do all
he can be and do because he Is an
Ideal farmer.
Milk-Producing Machine.
The cow is a machine for the pro
duction of milk; but like other ma
chines, to be efficient she must have
coo4 care,
FEEDING DAIRY COWS
Grow Feeds Which Are Adapted
to the Farm.
Get Succulence Into Animal's Ration
And There Will Be No Trouble In
Getting Her to Eat Enough
Bile Solves Question.
Common sense In cow feeding Is the
growing of feeds best adapted to oar
fields and feeding them In such a way
as to get the greatest amount possible
of milk. By this it is not meant that
the purpose of commercial feeding
stuffs should not be considered. It Is
more profitable to buy what concen
trated foods can be used. profitably
than to have the mistaken Ideas of
economy and go without them.
Many men feed with poor results
even when they feed liberally. This
is because they do not know how to
handle the feed to get the greatest
quantity of milk. The cow that Is full
of food is the one that Is comfortable
and will therefore make the best user
of the food she gets. Palatablllty
Is the consideration that which the
cow likes. A cow will never fill up
Splendid Dairy Type.
on wheat chaff, because she does not
like it, not because she does not con
sider it of high nutritive value and
digestibility.
With this point in view a dairyman
will have in his mind which feeds to
grow. Grow the feeds most adaptable
to the farm which are most palatable,
writes W. W. Carrothers In Orchard
and Farm.
The most Important consideration In
palatablllty is succulence. Succulence
Is Juiciness. Get succulence Into the
dairy cow's ration and there will be
no trouble in having her eat enough.
Succulence In summer, when alfalfa
growing 1b in full swing, 1b easy. In
late fall and early winter when every
thing is dried up and we are waiting
for the rains, succulence is hard to get
The silo solves this question. The
day Is coming when no progressive
dairyman will be without a silo to
supply winter feed. The cost of
erecting a silo 1b now down to the
place where almost every man can
have one, nevertheless many of our
dairymen cannot afford enough silo
room to feed their herds the entire
fall and winter through.
A thousand pounds of roots is worth
a thousand pounds of ensilage for cow
teed. Roots cost more to produce
and are not as certain a crop. The
production per acre is also consider
ably less.
Another way to get succulence Is
dampen straw with water and 20 per
cent of feed molasses. This is not
as good a method of getting palata
blllty as with ensilage or roots, but it
has its advantages. Inferior hay car
Right Kind for Head of Dairy Herd.
be disposed of by mixing with roots,
ensilage or feed molasses. Good mo
lasses can be purchased for less than
twenty cents a gallon. It is worth 25
cents a gallon for Its nutritive value
only. Successful dairymen consider
It a profitable food, and where in
ferior roughage Is to be disposed of,
Its value is hard to estimate.
Practical dairymen do not advise
the feeding of poor ensilage alone;
they prefer to have it mixed with hay
or good Btraw. This seems to mod
ify the flavor and causes the mixture
to be eaten with greater relish. This
mixture is especially advisable when
ensilage has been cut in an Immature
stage. Corn cut too early never makes
ensilage of the highest quality.
POOR HAY IS QUITE COSTLY
More Noticeable In Dairying Than Al
most Anything Else Checks Milk
Flow and Injures Flavor.
Too little attention is given to qual
ity In hay. More feeding value has
been wasted In that way than any
other farm loss. Hay is spoiled by al
lowing it to become overripe, by too
much weathering and by exposure to
sun, dew and rain. It may also be
spoiled by putting up in such condi
tion that It becomes mowburned.
With poor hay poor results are ob
tained in feeding, not always because
stock do not eat it readily, but rath
er because it is not so digestible. This
may reduce the feeding value by 50
per cent Low grade hay always gives
poor results, poor growth, a staring
coat and unthrifty appearance. It Is
more noticeable in dairying than al
most anything else, as it checks the"
milk flow and injures the flavor. In
aggravated cases It develops heaves In
horses and causes retention of after
birth In cowa
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