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For mp the loltorlnjr of tTifi road,
The hidden voice that sines;
i'or me the vernal mysteries.
Deep woods and tilleut springs.
The Stranger
A PROFITABLE INTERHISfilON
IN A WEARY JOURNEY
BY JULIAN JOSEPHSON.
The traveler, though scarcely past
middle age, was a withered little shrub
of a man as thin and crooked-backed
as if he were seventy. His face was
angular and wizened. His eyes were
I little, and seemed half closed; his
' ' mouth was big and amiable. His whole
countenance gave the impression of
sly good nature. lie was dressed
plainly almost shabbily and carried
a long gray overcoat across his shoul
der. His only visible article of lug
sage was a greasy, battered leather
satchel, which he handled with great
care.
jf' In spit of his decrepit appearance,
' the man proved himself a tireless
. walker, using a long, swinging stride
that carried him ahead at a surprising
speed. For more than an hour he
walked on steadily. All at once he
heard not far behind him the squeak
ing of a brake and the bumping of
wagon wheels upon the rocky road. A
few seconds later the Antonio and Fort
Stanton stage hove into sight.
"Howdy!" shouted the big, red
whiskered driver, heartily, pulling up
his horses.
"The same to you, pardner!" The
voice was surprisingly resonant.
"Where you bound for?"
"Next town. How far is it from
here?"
"Well, sir, San Marcial's every bit
of eight miles and mighty bad walk
in' in the dark. Better jump up here
with me! Got plenty o' room!"
"Thanks, pardner, I don't care if I
do!" Thereupon he swung himself up
beside the driver with an ease that
astonished this good-hearted Individ
ual.
"Ynn'rp nnwerfnl SDrv for an old
man!" he observed, admiringly.
The stranger smiled slyly and nod
. ded. "Tomorrow's the Fourth of
July," he muttered, half to himself.
x "That's right," replied the driver, re
1 gretfully. "There'll be big doin's at San
'v Marcial tomorrow an' it's just my
blamed luck to have to miss 'em. By
leorge! I'd give a dollar just to see
the big shoot!"
His companion seemed mildly in
terested. "A shooting contest?"
"Sure! The big pistol-shoot for the
championship of the county. There's
a cold hundred in it for Tim Whit
sett. He'll win, hands down."
"I see," observed the stranger, quiet
ly. The stage was now descending a
ticklish grade, and the driver's atten
tion was wholly occupied in guiding
his horses so that the stranger was
left to his own thoughts. He shook
his head dubiously. San Marcial was
perhaps the last place In which he
would have expected ever to find him
self. But this' was before the "Royal
Amusement Company" of San Francis--co
bad been stranded. When the crash
came, he found himself marooned in a
little Arizona town without even suf
ficient money to make his way back to
Phoenix. He had already written to
liis brother in San Francisco; but he
knew that it wotild be many days be
fore the money could reach him. Be
sides, his boy was at Phoenix. And
at the thought of the child a little
curly headed rogue of ten the father's
yes grew moist. Inured though he
was to long abscence from his boy, he
was suddenly seized with a longing
to see him to hold him in his arms.
But as yet this longing seemed cruelly
.far from realization. For as matters
now stood the man figured that it
was at least a hundred and fifty miles
to Phoenix.' And he had just three
'dimes In his pocket. At last he had
decided to start out for Phoenix on
foot, hoping that perhaps something
might turn up. At the moment when
the stage driver had picked him up he
-was finishing his third day's journey.
For a long time the man sat ab
sorbed in his gloomy thoughts, dream
ily watching the trees and rocks and
bushes as they grew shadowy and in
distinct in the thickening darkness. He
was roused at length by the hearty
voice of the driver.
" Well, pardner, here we are!"
As the stage drew up the stranger
thanked the driver earnestly. The men
shook hands, and the stranger jumped
lightly to the ground.
"Good luck to you!" called the big
driver. Then cracking his whip and
shotting at his wiry, thin-necked sor
rels, he sent them down the main
street of San Marcial at a spanking
trot. The stranger watched the lum
bering stage as it pounded away
through the darkness, and long after
it was out of sight listened to the rap
id clatter of the horses' hooves. Then
he looked about him. Except for
a few stragglers the street was de
serted. The man deliberated a mo
WAY.
I covet not the endert roan,
The Krn nary, the r.Uonf :
For me (lie sowing of (he grain.
The promise of the leaf.
niehard Kirk, lu Lipnincotc's Magna In
at San Marcial.
ment. Then he began to walk rapidly
down the street, continuing his pace
until he came to a dense patch of
brush just outside of the town. Plung
ing into this he found a small cleared
space where he could not be observed
from the road. He then cut a few
leafy boughs and spread them on the
ground. Buttoning his long heavy
overcoat closely about him he lay
down, and was soon fast asleep.
San Marcial was at its best. From
the sparsely settled surrounding coun
try cowboys and ranchers many with
their wives and children had been
straggling in since daylight. Now at
noon the street was alive with figures.
Lounging in front of San Marcial's
three saloons in evenly numbered
groups were about thirty ranchers and
vacqueros whites, Mexicans, and In
dians. Nearly as many horses were
tethered to the scrub oaks at the side
of the road.
The stranger in San Marcial walked
thoughtfully up the street, and stopped
a moment before the saloon that looked
most promising. Then gripping his
satchel firmTy he walked in. The place
was crowded with noisy, demonstrative
fellows. Some were drinking at the
bar; others were playing cards in the
back of the room; the rest were stand
ing around the big, barrel-shaped
stove. As the stranger entered there
was a momentary hush which he could
not but notice.
The loungers gaped at him, sized
him up critically, and looked amused.
The bar-tender indulged in a smile
that was bland, politic, almost imper
ceptible. Those at the bar rested their
glasses for a short start. Then grad
ually the stranger became less and less
an object of interest, until finally he
was scarcely noticed.
Reading the signs aright the strang
er walked up to the bar, and putting
down a dime quietly ordered a whis
key. He swallowed the fiery stuff with
a slight grimace, and was about to
leave when he heard some words at
his elbow which caused him to keep
his place. The talk at his elbow
went on. And as he listened the lines
of his good-natured mouth relaxed
broadly and the bright little eyes
twinkled. He whirled about, left the
saloon, and walked rapidly until he
came to his resting-place of the night
before. Placing his satchel carefully
upon the ground he opened it and
took out a chamois-covered package.
Untying the buckskin strings he un
wound the chamois-skin wrapping un
til four superb pistols became visible.
They were of the finest workmanship,
the barrels long and slender. Taking
the guns up affectionately the strang
er scrutinized every part. He tested
the trigger, the cylinder, and the
sight. Then apparently satisfied, he re
loaded each chamber carefully, and
put the pistols back in .their wrap
ping. Holding out both hands with the
palms downward, he regarded them,
critically. "Steady as a rock!" he
muttered to himself. And the little
eyes twinkled merrily from under
their half-clcsed lids.
At two o'clock an occasional strag
gler might have been seen entering the
vacant lot behind Shield's saloon. By
three o'clock a crowd of two hundred
men had gathered there. At the far
end o the lot were two old army
targets, freshly painted white, upon
which the great Shields himself, chalk
in hand, was at this moment placing a
number of concentric circles. A large,
crudely lettered placard placed mid
way between the two targets an
nounced that the great pistol shot con
test for the championship of San Mar
cial County and a prize of one hun
dred dollars in gold was to begin at
half-past three sharp.
The placard called It a contest. But
as a matter of fact everybody in San
Marcial felt pretty certain that there
would be only one contestant. Pitted
against a goodly number of men all
more or less noted for their prowess
with the pistol Tim Whitsett had
twice given conclusive proof of his su
periority. For the last two years he
had carried off the prize badly de
feating the best of his competitors. As
defeat seemed certain and there was
only one prize, no one else now cared
to enter the lists. But then San Mar
cial considered Whitsett's shooting .
alone worth the seeing.
The judge of the contest was no oth
er than Bob Evans, sheriff of the
county. Mounting the box which had
been set up against the back of the
saloon to serve as the judge's stand,
he raised his hand for silence:
"Fellow-citizens, the following con
test is for the championship of San
Marcial County and a prize of one
hundred dollars in gold. It is open to
all comers. The rules are as follows:
Each man must empty four six-shooters,
which are to be drawn from the
holsters and fired. Two holsters are
to be worn at the belt and one undnr
each armpit and each brace of pisto's
is to be put back in its holsters be
fore the second brace is fired. In de
ciding the points, the number of shots
in the target and the time taken to
put them there will both be counted.
I am now ready to receive entries."
A burly, red-faced rancher slouched
out of the crowd, and, stepping up to
the sheriff, said something to him.
"First entry Tim Whitsett!" shout
ed the sheriff. The crowd cheered
faintly. Whitsett was a bully, and
had few friends.
There was a pause. Then there
arose a general snicker which gradual
ly swelled to a great roar of laughter.
A hundred fingers were pointed at the
queer, insignificant figure that was
now seen approaching the judge's
stand. Then they began to hoot him.
It was the stranger.' With his loose
coat removed his thinness and dwarf
like stature, were ludicrously .accent
uated. Pausing a moment he drew
from his pocket a large pair of glasses,
wiped them carefully, and placed them
upon his nose. At this move jibe risi
bilities of the crowd burst out; fine w
and the stranger was saluted with
cries of "Grandpa!" "Humpy!" Ap
parently oblivious of the noisy ridicule
that his appearance had provoked, he
spoke a few words to the sheriff.
Then the latter, struggling vainly
with hi3 countenance, announced,
with gusto: "Second entry Henry
Jason, of San Francisco!"
Whitsett was laughing Immoderate
ly. As soon as he succeeded in re
ducing his mirth to a very broad smile
he took his place on the mark, his
hands hanging at his sides.
"Ready!" called the sheriff, watch
in hand. "Fire!"
Whitsett's hands swept swiftly, al
most mechanically, to the holsters.
The red-sleeved arms came to an in
credible quick level and stiffened. Six
double reports sounded and a sprink
ling of black spots showed on the
white surface of the target. Still
smoking, the empty pistols were fish
ed into their holsters. Then both
hands flew upward, touched for an in
stant the shoulders, and shot out
again. There was a bright gleam of
steel and again came six rapid dou
ble reports. Whitsett shoved the pis
tols quickly into the shoulder holsters
and swaggered into the background.
The sheriff ran down to the target,
counted the shots, and made a note
of the result. Then he returned and
mounted the box.
"Score of Tim Whitsett! Time:
Thirteen seconds. Target score: Four
in the bull's eye, nine in the first ring,
six in the second, five in the third.
This breaks the time record and tar
get record made by Mr. Whitsett last
year."
The crowd responded but faintly. It
hated to see Whitsett win.
Jason's face was stern and immov
able as he took his position. The
laugh that had started among the
crowd died away involuntarily. Whit
sett's face alone wore an expansiv
smile of contempt. After all the
crowd had begun to think that there
was something inscrutably cool and
business-like about this little misshap
en tenderfoot.
Jason'3 eyes were fixed alertly up
on the target. At the word "Fire!"
the blue, damasceened pistols leaped
so swiftly into his skinny fingers that
the spectators could not follow the
movement with their eyes. They saw
only a flashing double crescent of
steel. Then, before anyone had com
prehended what was happening both
pistols were whirling high in the air.
San Marcial held its breath. In a
moment the pistols had descended,
and twelve reports rang out so rapid
ly that they seemed to blend into six.
With a quick twist the wonderful lit
tle stranger sent the guns into their
holsters. Again, almost before the
thoroughly amazed crowd knew what
was taking place, a new pistol glisten
ed in each of Jason's hands. This
time only one pistol flew into the air .
and as it whirled in the sunlight, the
magician discharged the other twice
in lightning like succession. Then,
deftly catching the descending pistol,
he emptied both guns with incredi
ble rapidity and seemingly without
aim. Returning the pistols to their
holsters with some quickness, he lean
ed cooly against the judge's box, his
face as inscrutable as ever.
Then San Marcial went wild. They
did not wait for the score they knew
good shooting when they saw it. They
liked a man, moreover, and appreciat
ed one even if he did happen to be a
tenderfoot. Whitsett, with a scowl of
rage on his bloated face, slunk into
the crowd. He knew that he was beat
enknew that San Marcial rejoiced In
his defeat.
The sheriff hurried across the lot
and examined the target. As he once
more mounted his box the silence was
profound.
"Score of Menry Jascn, San Fran
cisco. Time: Eleven and one-half
seconds. Target score: Seven in the
bull's eye, twelve in the first ring,
five in the second. Which breaks all
records!" The eberiif drew himself
up to his full height, and as soon as
the shouts and cheers of the crowd
had subsided, went on: "As sheriff of
this county and in behalf of my fel
low citizens, I want to apologize, Mr.
Jason, for the shabby way we treated
you. And I want to congratulate you,
Mr. Jeson, on the finest handling of
shcoting irons ever seen in Arizona!"
Thereupon he handed Jason five shin
ing twenties.
Jason pocketed them with murmur
ed thanks, bowed low to the crowd,
and repaired at once to the saloon
where, surrounded by an admiring
group of citizens, he cleaned and pol
ished his pistols until the blue, dam
asceened barrels fairly sparkled. This
done he replaced them carefully in
their wrapping.
"Good-day, gents," he said, evenly,
and left the. saloon.
That night Henry Jason, lately of
the Royal Amusement company but
better known to a few seekers after
curious information as the champion
trick pistol shot of the world lay
back contentedly in the big padded
seat of the south-bound Antonio and
Fort ' Stanton stage. His right hand
rested lightly upon the handle of a
greasy, battered, little satchel. His
left hand was hidden but from the
ample folds of his gray overcoat came
the faint yet unmistakable clink of
double eagles. Out of the darkness
he seemed to see a curly headed lit
tle rogue coming breathlessly to meet
him. And as he meditated dreamily
upon the pleasant illusion, a happy,
wistful smile played about his lips.
San Francisco Argonant.
SODA WATER IN LONDON.
Increasing Popularity of African Hot
Weather Drinks.
Another American invasion of the
Old World is reported from London,
where the popularization of the Amer
ican soda fountain and American iced
drinks is going on rapidly. Ten years
ago a soda fountain in England was
a rarity. Now they are to be found
everywhere, though, alas! the Amer
ican girl ' who flocks to London . in
greater numbers every spring for the
"season" rather scorns the English
substitute for the refreshing Broad
way oasis.
The average London soda fountain
Is a rather primitive marble cabinet,
such as in America has long since
been relegated to the crossroads
country store for the refreshment of
the summer boarder and the occa
sional native. Its product, in com
parison with the fizzy mixture sold
on Broadway, is as primitive as the
old-fashioned fountain itself. Except
at one or two large confectioners'
and chemists' shops in the Strand, the
average London fountain boasts of on
ly one fruit flavor lemon squash in
addition to ginger beer, ginger ale
and kaola tonic. The glass of soda
containing a lump of ice cream is
much sought for by American trav
elers in London, but is still unfamil
iar to the native palate.
The American ice cream saloon is
still in its infancy in the British met
ropolis, but all tea and "quick lunch"
rooms and most restaurants, even of
the better class, have placards on
their windows announcing "ices."
The London ice is a tiny bit of cream
or real "ice," as we know it, with
fruit flavoring. A plate of Delmonico
ice cream would seem like a feast in
itself to the Londoner, who pays 12
cents for what looks no more than a
tablespoonful to an American. Ices
in the better class of London restau
rants are hardly larger than a wal
nut. Along with the increasing popular
ity of the soda fountain in London
go a corresponding increase in the
consumption of mineral waters at
hotels and clubs and a decrease in the
use of alcoholic beverages that is
causing alarm among manufacturers
and importers.
Temperance folk will read with sat
isfaction the following summary of a
most serious loss reported the other
day at the annual meeting of an im
portant English restaurant and hotel
company, the proprietors of town and
seaside hostelries of the first rank. ,
They assign the loss in this depart
ment of their business as the reason
for lack of dividends. The following
are the figures for the year:
Forty-one thousand fewer bottles of
wine sold; 75,000 fewer gallons of
spirits sold; 4500 fewer bottles of
liqueurs sold; 32,000 fewer gallons of
be'jr sold; 641,000 fewer bottles of
beer sold.
Temperance folk will also find en
couragement in the fact that the im
ports of wine into the United King
dom last year showed a decrease of
more than two million gallons. If
the decrease continues at the same
rate the wine trade in England will
be extinct in ten years.
A firm of manufacturers of English
mineral waters estimate that in Lon
don alone on a hot day fully six mil
lion ten ounce bottles of various min
eral waters are consumed. New
York Tribune.
A Khirgese giant who had been en
exhibition in Hamburg was found on
the streets of that city in a starving
condition.
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SOUTHERN : FARM : flOTES.
' TOPICS OF INTEREST to THE PLANTER, STOCKMAN AND TRUCK GROWER-.
Not on the Farm.
The nut industry is new. So com
pletely so, it scarcely has a nomenclc
ture. Occasionally in the past there
appeared on the market an unusual
hickory nut, a chestnut of good size,
but of indifferent quality; a pecan, i
long, but thick shelled; and so on. But
now this line of work is assuming the
importance of an industry.
And just as soon as we realize that
nut trees will afford not only pleasure
In their care, but also considerable
profit, their worth as a cultivated crop
will be appreciated and careful atten
tion will be given hem.
Nuts and raisins! What dish Is more
wholesome or delicious, or healthful?
What food have we that combines
flesh materials and energy -producing
materials so cheaply, so completely?
And now nut trees can be well com
bined with farming. Think of the
roadsUles, often for miles, devoid of
trees. I can think of nothing that
would add more to the value of the
farm than nut trees of various sorts
along fence rows and the roadsides.
Aside from the shade they would make,
the improved appearances they would
present, would come the commercial
value of the crop. Of course this phase
would not bring the financial reward
that a cultivated, specially formed nut
grove would. Stili its Importance
should not be overlooked.
The old roadsides and permanent
fence rows and old creeks and
branches would be ideal so far as loca
tion for walnuts, pecans, chestnuts and
hickory nuts.
If you do not care to get nursery
stock, plant the nuts, but look after
them a little. Keep the weeds down;
dig around the young sprouts once or
twice a year. A bit of fertilizer will
tickle the roots, and a little breeding
In this way will bring about a faster
crowth and a quicker full harvest
Then don't neglect an occasional watch
over the young trees as they grow. The
caterpillars are enemies; burn them
out- Trknining will pay by making a
better appearing tree.
By caring for trees In this manner
you can expect rather quick returns.
In more Northern climates, native wal
nuts, pecans and hickories will usually
bear when they are twelve to fifteen
years old.
Chestnuts come in at a still earlier
ago. In the Southern States most nut
trees that have been given some care
and attention will produce crops in five
or ton years,
The commercial nut orchard should
receive attention similarly given to the
apple, the peach or the pear; that is,
the orchards should be plowed and
cultivated; the soil improved in a phys
ical way through the use of legumes,
cowpeas and clover. Fertilizers should
also be added to feed the tree; and
what else is needed to make good, vig
orous, healthy growth should be done.
What is said here is not a discus
sion about the commercial nut orchard;
a different treatment is needed there.
This is a plea for nuts on the farm;
a side issue that will mean good re
sults in many ways. It means a larger
Idea of the farm. We have looked
too long on the farm as a corn or wheat
or cotton producer. Let ns look on it
as the great American institution, and
let ns grow nuts to help make that
Institution complete. C. W. Burkett,
In the Progressive Farmer.
'How My Cow Fay."
The following is from the Southern
Ruralist. The hint about keeping wet
Backs over and about the milk is a
good one, the evaporation would keep
down the temperature several degrees.
"I have but one cow, but I will tell
you how I manage the business on a
small scale. My cow is not a run
blood. She has some Jersey and some
Holstein blood mixed in her. I feed
her night and morning with about a
peck of hulls, one quart of cottonseed
meal and two quarts of bran. She has
a good Bermuda pasture to graze on in
the day. In -winter I feed the same,
with plenty of shucks or hay.
"I milk at 5 o'clock in the morning
and at 0 at night, during the summer.
In the winter at 0 in the morning and
5 in the evening. I always carry a
two-gallon bucket of water and wet
the hulls and meal good before she
eats them. I think that eating dry
hulls and meal causes many cows to
die with what is called dry murrain.
"I have a good stall to keep her
out of all bad weather, and I milk
her thoroughly. Leaving milk in the
udder causes a cow to soon go dry.
I take my calf away from the mother
when a few days old and teach it to
drink milk. When it is two or three
weeks old I teach it to drink butter
milk. The first calf I ever raised was
raised entirely on buttermilk after it
was one month old.
"I keep my cow in. full flow until
r.early time for her to come in again.
Then I milk once a day and have to
keep it up until she calves. She is
never dry. We are never without milk
more than twenty days. I salt her
WER.
every time I feed, mixing it thorough
ly in her feed.
"I have sold 3G0 gallons of sweet
milk since the 21st of October at six
teen cents per gallon, making $51.12. I
have had plenty of milk and butter
for home use and sold $16.50 wortb
of buttermilk and butter, making a
total of ?73.62.
"Sold my butter and buttermilk at
home; received twenty cents for but
ter and ten cents a gallon for butter
milk. I sent my sweet milk to the
city.
"She gives about three and a half
gallons per day. Now, if I could have
gotten forty cents a gallon for my
sweet milk I could have realized a
nice sum from my cow.
"The main point is feeding and milk
ing regularly, and milking clean, to
keep your cow in full flow.
"My cow is now giving me three and
a half gallons and her calf is eight
months old. I feed her one sack off
cottonseed meal and one of bran every;
month, and 300 pounds of hulls, mak
ing the cost of feeding through summer
$3.35 per month. In winter hay and
shucks w-ill run the cost to about $5
a month. I have made clear on my
cow since the 21st of October about
$40, besides having all the milk and
butter for home use.
"I have a home-made dairy under at
big shade tree, covered with sacks,
and keep water on top with woolen
strings in it to feed the water dovm
and keep the sacks wet. and I certainly
do have good milk and butter. I gave
the plan for making it in the Sunny,
South."
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Sheep.
The Planter's Journal has the follow
ing to say of sheep:
Hogs are probably the best paying"
animals to grow on average farms, but
in some respect sheep are preferable.
This is especially true on upland farms
that are too much worn or depleted off
humus to produce staple crops in pay
ing quantities. Such fields, if fenced
for sheep and converted into a pasture
for them, will yield a greater net re
turn than if cultivated, and at the same ,r
time become more fertile, for it is a
true saying that the foot of the sheep
fertilizes the laud. While improving
the soil, they aiso improve the herbage
of the pasture by exterminating tbj
weeds. ' - J
It is claimed for sheep that they
make larger relative gains for food
consumed than any other kind of live
Stock. 'Another" claim set un for them
is that the annual clip of wool wilf
pay for the expense of keep. Perhaps
this is a little overdrawn, except under
very auspicious circumstances, which1
can only be brought about by more
judicious management than usually ob
tains on farms where mixed husbandry,
is the practice.
They require less attention during
winter in the matter of housing and
feeding, but they should be looked
after pretty closely at lambing times,"
as some mothers ignore their young at
first, and require to be penned with
their lambs for a few days in order to
get them to recognize the obligations
of motherhood.
The objection to allowing sheep and
neat cattle to run in the same pasture
can only apply to restricted tyeas,
where the stock is unduly crowded."
One of the most decided advantages la
raising sheep is that it requires less
manual labor, the most expensive
feature of farming, than cultivated
crops, but this is applicable to live
stock generally, and to sheep in a more
eminent degree.
An important, if not the most im
portant, essential for profitable sheep
husbandry is the proper selection off
breed for the desired end and the use,
of pure bred ranis.
Potato Tine, Effect on Secretion of Mills
S. W. Everitt, Stella. N. C Please
answer through your paper the follow
ing question: Do potato vines have as
tendency to stop the flow or dry up
the milk in a sow that is suckling a
litter of pigs? Or will any bad results
follow the pigs? I am told here yout
cannot raise pigs if the sows are fed
on sweet potato vines. I can't see any
reason in it, as they will produce miik
and butter in a cow.
Answer I see no reason why the
use of sweet potato vines as a food
for a nursing sow should dry up the
milk; nor do I believe such would be
the result. I suspect that such belieff
is one of those traditions that have,
been handed down from father to son,
with no more foundation in fact than
the belief of the influence of the tuooa
on germination of seeds and the pro- ,
ductiver.e ss of crops. I do not think
a litter of young pigs would thrive iff
the sow and pigs got nothing but po
tato vinea. Knoxville Tribute and
Journal.
In active service in the United State
Navy there are 1577 commissioned and
4 CO warrant officers, and a force off
2S.G44 enlisted men.