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About The Springfield news. (Springfield, Lane County, Or.) 1916-2006 | View Entire Issue (April 28, 1921)
t v-v .tti? 'AU1S r TJZ f . v-r-' vTjr jli Ccfyrtfxt.AllliigMa -I'LL STOP HIMl- . Synopata-Dtssatlaned because ot the s.mtncly barren outlook of hie position as a school teacher la a Canadian town. John Harrla deter mlnea to leave It. Uki up lend Manitoba and become a "homo eusdsr." Mary, the girl whom ho loves, declares aha will accompany him. They ara married and aat out for the unknown country. They ' aclact a homestead, build a home, and besln their Ufa work ot making- the praine fertile farm tend. Ktumln from selling hla Drat crop. Harrta flnda hla wife despon dent almost to Insanity from lone liness, and with the Immediate at. pectatlon of becoming a mother. A son la born to them, to whom they give the name or Allan. The etory now jumps forward twenty-five years. Harris la proaperoua and all for getting rich. Mary la toll-worn and aaddened over the change I her husband. Allan work a with hla father. Beulah. the pretty daugh ter, to rebellious at the shut-la farm Ufa. Jim Trevere la an un usual hired man. And he la ee cretly In love with Beulah. Harris and hla son clash with Jim and ha leaves. Beulah quarrels with her father and prepares to leave home secretly. CHAPTER VII Continued. 10 -Mother, this Is too much I" the girl exclaimed. Her mother started and looked op. "You're leaving us, Beulahr she asked. There was no reproach In her voice, nor even surprise, but a klDd of quiet sorrow. "I couldn't let the poor brutes suffer," she explained. "Yes, I'm leaving." said Bejlab. "I can't stand It any longer." The mother sighed. "Tve setn It coming for some time." she said, at length. "1 surpose It can't be helped." "You're so passive," returned the girl, with a touch of tmpatlenca. "You make me want to fight Of course It can be helped, but it can't be helped by always giving In." "Your father has met one of his own mettle at lust," said the mother, and the girl fancied she detected a note of pride, but whether of father, or daugh ter, or both, she could only guess. "Well, it's all very sad. Your father Is a good man, Beulah. ... I should send you back to your bed, but some how I can't. I I doa't blame you. Beulah." She had finished the last cow. Beu lah helped with the pollb of milk, and the two women went back to the bouse together. When Mary had washed ber bands she took her daughter's face be tween her palms and Hssed her on the cheeks. Slowly Beulah'S arms stole about her neck, and it took all the steel In ber nature to prevent surren der. "Stay till morning, Beulah. Your father may be disposed to give and take a little then, and you'll do the same, won't you? . . . Ob, my girl, don't break up our home like this I" "You can't break up what you haven't got Aside frrm you, why should I call this place home? I work here, and get my board and clothes. Well, I can work other places, and get my board and clothes. If I've got to be. a cog In a money-making machine, I will at least choose the machine." "What plans have you made? Where are you going?" "Haven't made any plans, and don't know where I'm going. But I'm going. At present that's enough. The plans will come along as they're needed." "Have you any money?" asked the mother, with a brisk effort at cheer fulness. She was already planning for her daughter in the new world she was about to enter. "Enough to start tie. That's all I need. I enn earn more. It's not work I'm afraid of, although I suppose fa ther won't be able to see It that way. He'll put all this down to laziness and obstinacy. It's neither. It's Just a plain human cruvlog to live." "I rometlmes wonder whether I'll be able to stand It through to the end," her mother whispered, somewhat fearfully, as though frightened by ihe admission. "I've I've seen It coming with you, and I can't help feeling that perhaps this Is only the beginning." "Oh, mother, If you should 1" cried the girl. "That would do It that would open his eyes. He'd see then that there l something in the world besides wheat and cows, after all. If you would come If you would only n . ... come too. things wouia ne ainerent." "But I couldn't do that," said the mother, after a silence, and as though speaking with herself. "He's my hus band, Beuluh, You don't anderntund.M Thev talked then. In secret, sorrow- ful confidence, of many things, things Author of TK t (W Rtnchcrfllc Illustration . ey Irwin yerr for their ears only, and the gray was returning In the northern sky when the girl again left the house, and this time swung resolutely down the road that led to rialnvllle. ' Her heart was now at rest, even at peace. Ia the sacred communion of that last hour she had come to see something of her mother's problem and sacrifice; and although she was going out Into the world alone; she felt that somewhere, some time, was a solution that would reunite the broken family and tune their varying chords In harmony. From an unhappy sleep In his room upstairs John Harris was awakened by the whine of the cream separator. A quiet smile stole across Ms strong, still handsome face. "Beulah has de cided to be sensible." he whispered to himself. In the morning the tTarrls hone hold was astir early as usual The fanner and his son gave their atten tion to the horses while Mary pre pared breakfast, and It was not until they were seated at the table that Harris noticed his daughter's absence. "Where's Beulah?" he demanded. "I dou't know," his wife replied. "Ain't she up yet?" "I don't know." Harris rose from the table and went upstairs. He entered his daugh ter's room without knocking. The bed find not been slept In, and a strange apprehension suddenly tightened about his chest He returned quickly to the kitchen. "Mnry. I wants to know where Beu lah Is." "1 can't tell you where she la, John. She left here last night." "Left here? Do you moan that she has run away?" "Not Just that, perhaps, but she as gone, and I'm not looking for her back for a while." The mother's voice was dry. nnd she talked In the restraint of subdued emotion. And yoc knew she wss going?" I knew before she left I didn't" No. You didn't think It was wort! mentioning to me. Just a matter we could talk about any time. I suppose you thought I wouldn't care." Well, you dldo't seem to care very much, John. You gave your orders and went to bed. ."euloh could obey or get out You might have known she had enough of your own spirit to soon settle that question. She settled It Just as you would have settled It If you had been In her place." Oh of course, I'm to blame for the , whole thing." said Harris, and his throat was thick as he ffpoke. Ills daughter was very dear to him, and that she would leave home brd never entered bis head. Why should she? Wasn't he a good father? Didn't he give her a good home, with plenty to eat and wear, and a little money to spend from time to time, and no ques tions asked? What more could a man do than that? Already his heart was crying out for his daughter the cry of broken strings which never knew their strength until they broke.. And. lest gentleness should be mistaken for weakness, be clothed his real feelings In sharp words to big wife. "Of course, you must take her part I suppose you advised her to go. It was an awful thing for me to tell her she must do her work, but a small thing for her to run away. Well. I hope she likes It If she thinks I'm going to hltcb up a buggy and go chasing around the neighborhood, beg ging her to come back, she's mistaken. She's gone of her own free will, and she can come bnck of the same, or out at all." "I wouldn't look for her back too soon," remarked Allan. "Looks to me as though this thing had all been fig ured out ahead. Jim went yesterday morning; Beulah goes lost night Just a chance If they ala't married by this time." "So that's It la ft?" exclaimed Har ris, Jumping up from his untouched breakfast. There was a fierce light In his eye and a determination In his face that boded 111 to any wbo op posed him. He seized his wife rough ly by the shoulder. "And you were a party to this, were you? You you wouldn't even stop at that? Well, HI stop It I'll stop him, If I do It with a bullet I'll show him whether any any hired man can cross ma In a mutter of my own family." Ills wife had risen, and was cling ing to his wrists, half for protection, half In suppllonee. "Now, John," she pleaded, "don't be rash. You don't know that Beulah's gone with Jim, and you haven't a word of proof of It." "Proof I What more proof do I want? When did ever Beuluh carry on like tlil before? Dldu't the al ways do as she was told? And haven't they been thick as molasses this while bark? Wasn't It over wasting time with her that Jim got fired, anl not word ot admission of the real facta from him? What more do you want than that? You thought I wouldn't be Interested In thnt, either." "T didn't know It," she protested, "and I don't believe It I don't be lieve either neiilnh or Jim had any such thought In their head. But even If they did. Jim Travera Is aa decent a young mnn aa there Is In I'tnlnvllle district, and you've nothing to be ahnmed of except your own temper, that drove thepi away In; the way they went." "I won't listen to that kind of talk from you any Ion r,"". said Harris ternly, . "I'll chase the Joung rv pro bates to earth. If It takes, all summer. And unless you can clear .yourself of being mixed up 1ft this wt-ll. there'll be something to settle oq that score, too. Hitch up the driver Allan, and be quick about It." "You're not going to leave your plowing, are you?" asked hi wife. The words sprang to her lips without any mlslnteut. It was such an unusual ehlng for her husband, on any account. to leave the farm work unfinished. The practice on the Harris homestead was work first all other considera tions second. That's enough of your sarcasm," he snapped. "I would think when our name Is threatened with disgrace like this you would he as anxious to defend It as I am. now la It you go back on me In a moment like thta? You're not the woman you once were. Mary." "And you're not the man yon once were, John." ahe answered. "Oh, can't you see that we're Just reaping what has been sown the crop we've been raising through all these years? Beu lah's very life has been crying out for action, for acope. for room, for some thing that would give her a reason for existence, that would put a purpose Into her life, and we've not tried to answer that cry. I blnme myself aa much aa you. John, perhaps more, be cause I should have read her heart I "Now, John," She Maided, "Don't Be Rash." ahould have seen the danger signals long ago. But I was so busy, I didn't think. That's the trouble. John, ve've been ao busy, both of us, we haven't taken time to keep up with her. We've gathered some property together, and our cares have grown In proportion, but that which was more to us than all the property In the world wt have lost because we valued It less." The tears were slowly coursing down her cheeks, and her Ihln. work-worn arms were stealing about his neck. "Don't think, dear," she whispered, "that I'm Indifferent, or thnt this hurts me less than you, or that I would shield my self from one lota of my Just blame, but let us face the fact that U has been our mistake rather than Beu lah'a." He removed her anna, not ungently. "I Dever thought It would come to this." he said. "I thought I humored her every way I could. As for onr hard work well, work makes money, and I noticed Beulah could spand ber share." "You don't understand, John. It wasn't the work, It was the making a god of work, and giving It ao much of our lives that there was none left for her. That's why ahe looked some where else If she baa looked some where else." "Allan works as hard and harder than ever Beulah did, and Allan doesn't feel that way about 1t" "That'a true," she admitted, "but Allan's ambition Is work. He works and la satisfied, but Beulah thinks, and ia not satisfied. It's the difference In their nature, and we didn't take It Into consideration." In every phrase she tried to link his blame with hers, that the burden might unite Instead of wpnrate the in. If she'd thought littles more be fore this mad prank It would have been better for everybody." he said. Well, shell have plenty of time to think yet." He stepped to the kitchen door, end from the nail above took down the repealing rifle. "You're not going lo lake thnt I he cried. "Don't take Hint, John. It can't possibly do any good, and it may do a lot of harm." "I won't do anything foolish." he anawered. "but I II take It along. Just the same." Allan, with the drivers harnessed to the top buggy, waa now at Ihe door. Without saying good by to hla wife llarrla Joined him. and the two set off on their search. Almost at the gate they met Oeorge flrant, who had come over to haul waler for another day's plowing. He stopped In some surprise at the turnout "I guess we won't be plowing to day." said Harris. lie hesitated be fore George's questioning look, and a certain aense of family shame came upon him. But It waa evident that he could hardly search for Beulah, with out mentioning her departure, and he might as well make a clean breast of the affair. Mr Dear Mot her i Here I aaa in the shadow of the Roekles." (TO UK CONTINUED.) TREES GIVE MILKLIKE JUICE Tropics Provide Pretty Fair Substi tute for the Animal Product In Use In Northern Climes. In British fiulana and the West Indies, particularly on Ihe banks of the Illver Demerera, there grows a tree known to the natives as the hya hya, which ylel .s from Its bark and pith Juice slightly richer and thicker than cow'a milk. The tree Is about forty feet high and eighteen Inches in circumference when full grown, and the nattvea use Its Juice as we use milk. It being perfectly harmless and -mixing well with water. The Cingalese have a tree they rail It klrlaghuroa which yieias a fluid In all respects like milk; while In the forests of I'ara grows a tree mIimI the masscnodendron. which gives a milklike Juice. It can be kept for an Indefinite time ana snowe no tendency to become sour. On the other hand, certain trees in the valleys i! Aragua and In Caungua ti.t a aimllnr fluid, which, when ex posed to the air. begins to form Into a kind of cneese, woicn very btou becomes sour. In the Canary Islands there Is a tree called tabaya dolce, of which the milk, thickened Into a Jelly, Is con sidered a delicacy. Orthodoxy's Duty to Heresy. i heiieve that nroirrc-K depends more cpon the safeguarding or the rights of heresy than upon the pro tection of orthodoxy, says a writer in tha Century. livery forward step In history bad. In the very nature of the case, to begin with an attack upon the then existing order, una er fcctlve means for preserving the status quo existed from thv duwn of human history, Instead of our today living amidst surroundings 'of cul ture and safely, we shouia pronnmy be chasing one another with clubs thrmtirh the forest and drinking blood from the Beraped skulls ot our vic tims, while the bead or eome primitive p.trtrir tipnrv afforded a delectable dish for some embryo censor. All this Is the most frayed and weattierea piat itiwi hut unless we base our con ception of liberty and our policies of freedom upon it, we are doomed enner to political and social stagnation, on the one hand, or to riotous revolution on the other. The Koala, or Australian Bear. The koala Is a small, pouched an imal of Australia, resembling Ihe bear In appearance. It Is sometimes called the Australian bear. It Is about 24 Inches long and 12 Inches high at the shoulder, and has no tall. It fur Is very thick, soft and wooly. The en final's long toes enable It easily to grasp the branches of trees, from which It often hangs with Its bark downward. It sleeps In the day time In the top of a blue-gum (eucalyptus) tree, on the leaves of which It feeds, but It also roums around on the ground digging up roots. The mother carries ber cub In her pouch when It Is very young, and when old enough to leave the pouch It rides on her bnck. The natives of Australia eat the flesh of the koala, end often climb the highest trees In search of the animals. On the Wrong Scent naif the world Is on the wrong scent In the pursuit of huapplnes. They think It consists In having and getting, and In being served by others. It consists In giving and In serving others. Drummond. Naturally. "I put my foot In It today." "What did you do?" "Tried on a new pair of shoes," AROUND ORCHARD BEST TOOLS FOR GRAFTING Thlck Bladed Knife or Chisel,. Ham mer er Mallet to Aid Splitting, and Grafting Wax. When In the spring the asp begins to move In the stock, be reudy: this occurs early In the plum and cherry, and luier In lb lr and apple, says a writer In Farm Journal. Do the grafting. If pohsible, on a mild day during showery weather. The iiecc. sary tools' are chisel, or a thick bladcd knlfw or a grafting Iron (with which to spilt open the slock afier It Is sawed off sunM.il.ly with a tine toot h saw), a ha miner or mallet to ahl Ihe splitting process, a very sharp knife to trim the scions, and a supply or good grafting wax. Haw off a branch at the desired point, apllt the 1. Splitting the Stock. 2. Scion Ready to Put In Place. , 3. Scions In Place. 4. Creee-Seetlon of Stock and Sclona, 5. Scions and Cut Pro tected by Wax. slock a little way down and Insert a scion at each outer edge taking care, that Ihe Inner bark of the scion fits exactly against the Inner bark of the atock. Trim the sclona wedge-shaped, aa sliow n In the picture; Insert them ac curately ; the wedge should be a trifle thicker on the side .which cornea In contact with the stock's bark. Last ly apply grafting wax. Each scion should be long enough to have two or three buds, with the lower one plnced as shown. The "spring" of Ihe cleft hoUIs the scions securely In place, and therefore- lying should be unneces sary. If both scions In a cleft grow, one may later be cut away. You can't graft a iear or an apple on a cherry or plum tree, nor vice versa. The atone fruits and the pomaceous fruits are separate fami lies and refuse to Intermarry. One authority likes to make his grafting wax this way: One pound of resin, one-half iniund of beeswax and one-quarter pound of tallow, melted together and applied with a brush. Keep In an Iron pot; bent for use when wanted. He says: "It Is- best (o use scions which were cut very early this spring or last full; they can be kept In moist sawdust or sund." TREES GIRDLED BY RODENTS 8clons Placed Together and Covered With Wax Eventually Heal Over Injury to Trunk. Bridge grafting wlU often snve trees that have been girdled by mice. It Is best to do It In the early spring, but may be tried with good results even after the buds begin to swell. Pieces of round wood are sharpened at each end. Then opening are made In the bark both above and below the girdled place, with a half-Inch chisel. The shoots are then bent outward, the bending making enough pressure to force the points of the shoots Into the chisel cuts nnd hold securely. Tho shoots can then be given additional strength with grafting wax. The shoots will grow with the tree and hcuJ over the wound In a few years. These connections help the tree to live until nature can help In healing over the wound. About four or five bridge grafts are used on small trees and more If the trees are very valu able and there Is time for 'tho work. TOOLS TO CONTROL BORERS Good Jackknlfe and Piece of Wire Ara Favored for Peaches, Quinces and Apples. The best way to control borera is to dig them out. A spade and a three cornered scraper to scrape away the earth, a good Jackknlfe for peach trees end a knife and piece of wire for quinces and apples are the tqols required. Look over the trees In May and September or October. fSiiJi iiii pi 4 3