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FOR GOD, FOR COUNTRY AND FOR TRUTH."
lZi Copy 5 Caft
VOL, XVII.
PLYMOUTH, N, C FRIDAY NOVEMBER 9, H)06.
NO. 32
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The strains of a violin floated from
the porch of a California ranch house
standing; isolated near the baso of a
mountain. The ranch was ill culti
vated and. there was little "stock"
upon the 'scant alfalfa pasture.
The house, on the contrary, was
large, well built, and was altogether
a pretentious looking residence. John
Engledew had bought the land and
built the house when he first came
out from England ten years previous
wiih a pretty, delicate wife and a lit
tle girl five years old. Being of a
sanguine and unbusiness like dispo
sition he was cheated in the land,
and spent so much upon the house
that, he had not the wherewithal to
support the place during the first
non-paying years; hence he became
poor instead of -rjch; he was in debt
.and the land was mortgaged "up to
the hilt." Of late Engledew had fal
len into had health, he had almost
entirely ceased to work, and what
little the ranch returned them when
the interest on the mortgages was
paid was due to the young violinist
who was making music upon th?
. porch.
A believer in heredity would have
bad jii3 theories thrown into confu
sion by the little musician; it was
neither from the delicate, querulous
mother, nor from the lazy, good hu
mored, lax principled father that
-Gr ta Engledew- inherited the vigor
orons will, courage and good sense
that showed in the clear, blue gray-
.-..fy.f-s.aud in every pose of the llihe,
strong figure. At fifteen she was
fnor of a w oman than most girls of
twenty;' it was she who milked the
:' -covcv', made the butter, cooked arid
cleaned, rode to the town to sell
poultry and eggs, insisted on lazy
Mfkey-her ten-year-old brother, at
tending the "district school," and
K nVratly "kept things together'? on
: xbi-':y:yfaf. Halloa" Ranch. - .
Tii o. father was 'as wax in the hanfls
ol' Greta, but the mother had a spice
of that strange obstinacy common to
t he r weak. She would occasionally
take determined and usually dlsas-
tious action in the family affairs; thus
"kp''VrEtifly-'cbin43'atea 'fieVdaifgh't'er's.
.persistent cultivation of her musical
.t,aieots while she deplored , the fact
i f that, her shapely TiaTnd3 were sun-
-';bn'rht because she did . not wear
cloves. .
: Greta had a pronounced, and re
markablo talent for music. Old Man-
" uei-Xeres, who lived at the Mission
' Dolores, had discovered her gifts;
.he had taught the little blue-eyed
""girl .11 he knew, and when he died,
which he did when his pupil was
fourteen, he left her his voilin a
"Strad" of which neither she nor
any one in her environment knew the
alu Greta arose at dawn to work
in order that she might have time to
practice. She loved music, but she
had also other aims in view.
She' was playing "Che faro," giv
ing the long-drawn, wailing notes
softly, but .not so absorber in the
-music as' to prevent her hearing the
loor at the back of the house open
jind close. ' She stopped playing and
listened; there were steps in the
kjtchen light, hesitating steps. '
"fs that you, father?" she cried.
There wa3 no answer.
"Mike, Is it you?"
Still no answer came. As Greta
weu-t into the house, violin in hand,
she heard a- distant beat of hoofs.
She walked through the front parlor,
through the kitchen beyond and into
the small wire-inclosed "summer"
kitchen that lay behind it. In this
apartment she saw the visitor whose
steps she had heard a tall man,
clad iu the ordinary working dress
of a' rancher, a sunburnt, black beard
ed man, who might have been any
age from twen.ty-five to thirty-Lwo.
He leaned on the table for support,
his breath came in gasps, and on the
left sleeve of his cotton "jumper"
was an ominous dark-red stain.
"Who are you?" asked Greta, bold
ly. "What do you want?"
The stranger raised his head,
looked at her straight from a pair of
handsome hazel eyes, and caught the
sound of horse's hoofs; he sprang to
ward her and clutched her arm.
"Listen to me," he said rapidly.
"'I am innocent I never touched the
horse, but it's my oath against Jim
Sweeney's. They're all on mjf.track
like' fiends; ,f they catch mel'.thyfll
bang 'me to yonder tree! "Will you
liidv me? If you don't I'm a dead
man, and I swear to you that I'm in
nocent!" . "Innocent or guilty," said Greta,
oollJ'thtjy've no .tfght.to kill you
.&.' fv- - "? " '. .'
. -The man loo"ked 'at' her and gave
an odd, reckless laugh. ,t
"No right to hang a horse thief ?"
he said, "XXre lwt Californian."
" "No," I'm English as you are. I
knew you were English the moment
you spoke.'
The sound of hcofs echoed on the
in-idge over the. .ditch; the girl
drn-rsred her unbidden guest through
the LUdica. into the parlor, pushed
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him into a deep rocker which stood
with its back to the room, flung a
handkerchief over his head to make
it appear that he was indulging in a
siesta, and drew her bow steadily
across the violin strings. She had
played three, bars of thc'iCho faro,"
when there came a knock at the door.
"Come in!"
The door was pushed open, to dis
close a group of angry men. The
girl stepped forward.
"Good-day, gentlemen!" she said,
ia a clear voice. "Is there anything
I can do for you?"
The spokesman doffed his hat. He
was an American, and Americans are
habitually polite to women.
"Sorry to disturh ye Miss Engle
dew, ain't it?"
"Yes, I'm Greta Engledew. Say,
shall I call papa?"
"Thar ain't no need. Miss Engle
dew. Ye ain't seen no one pass by
yee, I s'pose? We're out after a
skunk of a horse thief; that's what's
the matter with us!"
"Papa's working down near the
Feople's ditch. You might ask him."
"You ain't seen no one pass?"
"No; I've been playing here"- di
recting attention to her violin "and
I've not been' out since noon. Say,
Jack" boldly turning her head to
ward the rocker, at which oue of the
men was looking "you've not seen
a horse thief, have you?"
The ocupant of the chair remained
silent.
The girl laughed went up to him,
and peeped under the handkerchief.
The sleeve of thts jumper and the
cushion of the chair were alike
soaked with the red stream that is
sued frojn the wound in the man's
arm; the man himself was in a
swoon. Greta dropped the handker
chief and turned to the pursuers.
"Sound as a church!" she said,
merrily. "I guess you needn't trou
ble him with questions"."
"Sorry to hev troubled you, Miss
j'ngledew!" Say, boys, lie must hev
made tracks for Blue Point Falls."
"Just go way down by the People's
Ditch and ask papa," said the girl,
sauntering easily after them:
"No, I guess not, Miss Engledew;
we'll go by Blue Point."
The calvttcade clattered over the
bridge, and the girl sprang back into
the house. She ran to the kitchen to
fetch . water ' and some stimulant,
then rapidly returned to the side of
the wounded and hunted man, who
was still insensible; she ripped up the
sleeve and revealed a sunburnt, mus
cular arm, with a bullet wound a
little below the shoulder. Greta was
capable of a little rough-and-ready
surgery; she stopped the flow,
bathed and bandaged the wound, put;'
the arm in a sling, and then man
aged to force some stimulant between
the wliite' lips; in ten minutes the
man groaned, stirred, sat up, and
gazed at her blankly.
"They've :.gone past here to Blue
Point. Falls. If you're fit to go, you'd
best be off to the Mission."
The man stood up.
"I am very much obliged to you,"
he 'said, faintly.
"You've no need to be. Would
you like something to eat before you
go?"
"No, thanks. I should like some
water."
She brought him some, and he
drank; then he suddenly turned and
said, abruptly:
"You declared that I ought not to
be hanged, even if I were a horse
thief."
"That is the view I take of it. I
don't think you ought to be."
The man stooped and looked stead
ily into her eyes.
"But I do not wish you to think
of me as a thief I want you to feel
convinced that I am honest, and that
I am simply the unluckicst man on
earth."
Greta gave no answer.
"Do you believe that?"
Greta looked at him the hazel
eyes were very honest. .
"Do you?"
"Yes I do."
"Thank you," said the man, draw
ing a long breath. "I'll go noV
only "
He paused. V
"Well?" rV:,.'
"I haven't heard a.-'violin for' fen
years. ; Would you ' mirid finishing
'Che faro?' " '
"Why, you must be 'mad!"
"I assure you I am; not but, , it I
am, win you numormc r ?
"Yes."
music nor the musician. Good-byJ
' "Stop!" said Greta., "Come wiih
me ifs twelve miles to the Miss'pn,
and you're too fcetfk. to walk thenv"
She flitted before him to the bprn
and through the barn to the pasttie;
presently she returned with' a horse,
bridled and saddled. '
"Here you can get away on.thi."
"No-no," said the man, gently.
L, .She played the asfy'.and at thfend
tile wwtn -arose '-f, ; . ,
' "Thank you i-I shan't; forget, "that
"You'll get a scolding if you give
away your father's horses. You
shan't be scolded for me."
He clasped the hand that held the
bridle as he spoke.
"This is my horse," said Greta,
flushing, "and you're welcome. I
want you to take him."
Their eyes met; the man mounted
silently and stooped.
"Will you tell me your name?"
"Greta Greta Engledew."
The man stooped lower yet, sud
denly flushed, and pulled himself up
right in the saddle with a jerk.
"Thanks avail little," he said, in a
low voice, "but I shall not forget."
He hesitated, then stretched forth the
unwounded arm, and with his hand
gently drew out the bunch of orange
yellow wild flowers that glowed on
the girl's bosom; he thrust, them into
the breast of the stained cotton
jumper, and turned the horse's head.
Five minutes later he had vanished
in a cloud of dust.
Four years had pascsed. Greta
Engledew sat iu a small, dingy apart
ment in Plymouth. Time had trans
formed her into a remarkably hand
some girl. Her violin rested upon
her knee, and she tapped her little
foot rather impatiently upon the
floor.
"But, mother, dearest," she said,
gently, "what else can I do? I do
not think you understand, dear, tha.t
we are positively penniless!"
The only answer was a wail from
the pallid woman, in her shabby
widow's weeds, who was Greta's com
panion. "We had much better have re
mained in California after dear fath
er died and the ranch was taken, but
I yielded to you in that. See now,
dear mother wre have no relations,
no friends, no interest. I cannot get
employment without references. Mike
is too young to be of any help in that
direction, but he can be of assistance
in the path I have chosen; he can
protect he, and he sings very nicely."
"I still think it disgraceful and al
most immodest." ' .
The tears welled up in Greta'3
eyes.
"Oh, mother, do you imagine that
I take any pleasure in walking miles
along dusty roads in order to play
my violin on the pajades of summer
watering places? But until I did
this we were iu want you know we
were!"
"The whole thing has been a mud
dle front "beginning to end," respond
ed Mrs. Engledew.
Greta was.,silent.
"Of course, you will not listen to
me," the lady continued; "you will
start to-morrow as you propose?"
"We cannot pay the rent and buy
food if I do not," replied Greta.
"However, I will not oppose you.
Refer it to Mike, mother let him de
cide." But Mike, mindful of days of semi
starvation, supported Greta, and on
the following day brother and sister
started on their tour.
It was a hard life, unfit for a re
fined, and gently-bred girl, but it was
a. free and healthy outdoor existence,
and the weather was beautiful.
For three weeks they tramped hap
pily from place to place, but on the
fourth week disaster befell the young
musicians.
There is an unwritten law which
prevails iu California to the effect
that wayfarers may halt and refresh
themselves with the produce of orch
ards. Mike, reared in California, in
perfect innocence plucked and ate,
only to find himself given into cus
tody by an irate farmer, who met
Greta's pleadings by roughly telling
her that,
"Her was ivery bit as bad as that
young limb was. He'd be bound
her'd taught the boy to steal; he'd
go before his worship, Squire Arden!
Ah, he'd be lucky if he got let off
with tho birch and a fine!"
Poor Greta found some difficulty
in getting decent lodging for the
night, and would have fared badly
had not a rosy-faced young woman
consented to receive her.
"Don't you fret about the boy,"
said this good Samaritan. "What's
a few apples! Lor bless ye, Squire
Arden's a very pleasant gentleman!
He's only had Combeley Dell a year
since the old squire's death. The
old squire was" dreadfully bitter
against Mr. Miles, till the "death of
Mr. Francis two years ago made Mr.
Miles the heir. Then the old squire
made friends with him."
Greta listened with little Interest
she was thinking of Mike. ;The
next day she went with a beating
heart to see her brother arraigned in
court. The justice was a handsome
man on the right side of forty a
grave-looking man, closely shaven,
and with very fine eyes.
r '" Greta ' exirtarned-. tremulously , that
her, brother, had meant no harm he
had not understood English customs.
i "You are from California?" said
ther justice, "fixing ' his' gaze on her
face,. - . . . '
"Yes." . . n - , ... ' ' ' '.
"'I think,"- said- - the " -magistrate,.
slowly, "I 'shall be justified lit dis
missing; th,e.'cae.' "You' will be" pre
pared t'p RkyVfot the apples?" .
.-'.'Oh yes yis three. ....times'
-over!1- "' . "'.'.
"That," said jln Af&enV slowly,
"will be unnecessary, Miss Engledew.
The prisoner is discharged.""
Greta thanked him fervently, and
was turning away, eager to' join Mike.-
"Miss Engledew, one moment."
said the squire. "I am affxious to
speak to you. Do you know my
house?"
"Yes." 4.
"My carriage is outside. I will
direct you and your brother to bo
driven there."
Greta, bewildered and exceedingly
thankful to be restored to Mike, en
tered the smart dogcart, and was
driven to a beautiful old house oa
the outskirts of the moor.
They were shown into a room,
where a servant brought them lunch
eon. An hour later the door opened,
and their host entered. He advanced
and held out his hand.
"You do not remember me, Miss
Engledew?"
"I have never met you before, I
think, Mr. Arden."
"I thought you did not remember;
but a man does not readily forget the
woman who has saved his life. Do
you remember these?" And with
loving care he drew from a big, bulky
pocketbook a bunch of faded and
withered flowers.
Greta started.
"Will you play me 'Che faro' to
day?" said Arden, softly. "You see,
I have the same flowers still, Miss
Engledew, and the horse is very hap
py in our Devon pastures."
Greta turned white, and would
have fallen had not Arden caught
her.
"Your sister and I are old friends,
my boy," he said, as he turned a
smiling face to Mike. "I owe her
more than she guesses more than
I knew until this moment."
Greta Engledew was playing "Che
faro" under a cedar tree on the lawn
of a pretty cottage where her mother
was installed in great comfort.
Miles Arden sat beside her.
"Greta," he said, as the long, wail
ing notes died away, "three months
ago I said that a man does not for
get the woman who has "Saved his
life. That was a half truth will
you. hear the whole to-day? A man
may forget the woman who has saved
his life, but not the woman who fills
it with a love that will last as long
as his life lasts. Greta, I think I
loved you even that day, for it was
very hard to ride away without tak
ing wrhat I take now." New York
Weekly.
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NPV5TBJ
The temperatuue of the air de
creases for each 1000 feet of height.
Soap to which from one to five per
cent, of naphtha acids has been added
is recommended by a German chemis.t
as a ready destroyer of virulent dis
ease germs.
The aluminum has not been tested
for lightniug rods long enough to al
low of answering definitely. Prob
ably they are, but they would be ex
pensive. Copper is much better as a
conductor than iron.
Two balloons used for the purpose
of making atmospheric measurements
were sent up from the geophysical
laboratory at Pavia, Italy. They
reached the record height of 442,000
feet. The thermometers recorded
144.8 degrees below zero, Fahrenheit.
The Teltow Canal, in Prussia, re
cently opened, besides establishing
an important link between the east
ern and western canal systems of that
country, provides for an electric sys
tem of traction for canal propulsion.
This canal cost about $10,000,000,
and was constructed by the District
Council of Teltow.
In -Java the planting of indigo is
steadily decreasing by reason of the
great increase in production of the
synthetic article; in fact, much of the
land on which indigo has heretofore
been cultivated has now been turned
into sugar plantations. Exports in
190.1 were 1,297,274 pounds, and in
1905 540.4T.2 pounds.
A novel burglar alarm made in
Berlin consists of a small box con
taining' a dry battery with an electric
bell on top. The apparatus is fastened
on the door above the key, and contacts-are
so . arranged' that any at
tempt, to turn the key or open the
door rings -the belL if desired, the
bell dan be'placed at a distance, as in
the usual fororof alarnjV
Uhft.ed ''States Con.tnl.vH. ' D. Van'
Sant sends' from .-Kingston a; clipnina:
,fxom a. Canadian pap?uVdesjrtWng'a
.... i . j i ? s
ireaiL.crai.i., i u lpie-jutmeu prouue-tion,-'
ab'lerto' turn a couple of circles
within its-'dwn length."' The main
hull is thirty feet long, and the out
rigger twe.Bty-flve feet, joined to the
main hull by steel ' braces.: Either
hull can pitch independent of tho
btlfer one. . -- , .
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SOUTHERN
TOPICS OF INTEREST TO THE PLANTER, STOCKMAN AND TRUCK GROWER,
The Cattle Industry in the South.
A recent bulletin of the Mississippi
Station, prepared by A. Smith and C.
I. Brag, states that the "farmers of
that State and throughout the cotton
belt generally are slow to realize the
benefits of stock raising and cattle
feeding, and that It is more remun
erative than continuous cotton grow
ing." Cotton growing has therefore
been the chief source of revenue for
the farmer; cotton is pre-eminently
the "money-crop" of the region, and
other branches of farming have been
neglected. The feeding experiments
carried on at the station with twenty-
five grade steers, two to four years
old, which were classed as medium
feeders, using cotton-seed hulls and
meal, cornmeal, wheat bran and hay
(Johnson grass and a mixture of al
falfa and Johnson grass, 2.1) fur
nish quite clear evidences that the
feeding of beef catte in Mississippi
is a safe and profitable investment
and a much more economical way of
maintaining the fertility of the soil
than'by purchasing fertilizers.
In the wheat and corn belts farm
ers have long ago discovered that
the continuous sale of their crops
coald not be carried on indefinitely
without impairing the fertility of the
soil, and that they must have re
course to live stock of some kind to
return to the land some of the ele
ments of plant food taken from it by
the crops grown, thus preserving
their farms in a state of productivity
more easily resembling the original
condition of the soil. In the cotton
belt the beef breeds of cattle are only
beginning. to take their rightful place
among other farm live stock. This
is largely owing to the prevailing
idea among farmers that raising beef
steers for market is not profitable.
Dairy farming has many good
points of superiority over beef rais
ing, but to farmers who are not close
to a good market and are handi
capped by lack of available and
steady labor, -the breeding and feed
ing of cattle will offer many induce
ments. That is is a profitable business in
the South is shown by the low cost
of raising cattle, economy in produc
ing suitable feeds, and the inexpen
sive buildings required.
With a pure-bred beef sire, a herd
of native cows, and plenty of pasture
land, a farmer may in two or .three
years' time develop a good grade
beef herd, which will largely in
crease his profits and maintain the
fertility of the soil.
The comparison between the stable
versus open-yard system,, whilo show
ing some .advantage, in favor of the
stable method, rea-liy Indicates that
a combination of the best .features
of both systems is preferable. This
could be done by allowing the cattle
to run in large sheds with a solid
tight floor, which should be well
bedded, and the manure all saved.
If desired, outside yards connected
with these sheds, could be provided,
so that the cattle should have some
exercise and plenty of fresh air. One
of the secrets of successful cattle
feeding i3 in making them as com
fortable a3 possible.
Where cottonseed meal and hulls
can be purchased at a reasonable
price, they prove to be very cheap
feeds for fattening steers. No bad
effects result from feeding cotton
seed meal for such short periods as
this, and it remain" to be seen
whether any ration can be com
pounded exclusive of good silage,
which can equal it as an inexpensive
feed.
Black Root or Cotton Wilt.
Many complaints are already
reaching us concerning the ravage
of this disease, which is yearly prov
ing disastrous in our sandy sections
and which is destined to increase its
ravage from year to year, unless in
telligent methods are adopted to stay
it. The cotton affected begins to
wilt or die, without any apparent
cause: but if you pull up a stalk
and cut into the root or stem, you
will see it has begun to grow black,-,
and hence the name of black root.
It . is caused by a fungus that; is -in
the soil and which attacks the roots
and checks or destroys the flow of
sap to the top of the plant. There
are two remedies. The first and most
effective lies in rotation of crops.
We have been planting cotton con
tinuously, too long 'on. our lands.'
Fields affected wjt.li this' disease
should be planted next year in corn
or oats ahd velvet teaus
D07 riat i
.plant
feeds
vive
corn, wheat, oats or velvet beans the
fuifgus will perish out more or. less
completely for lack-bf food. -.It haa
also been found beneficial to vliiriw
cotton on such lands late, not earlier
than the first of May: The secMd
umlv is to ser-ura cottoned .of a
in cow'-pe'a's", as-tliis' disease alsf rir tttf.auso Tear..aa,:ear, ana we
unon the cowjjca ami wni.sur-i "." u-cai-ucui muut-j-
TnthW entr lint i f ' iHl.mtsd !n1 to ilngls'ln" our"- rSt.tan when
FARM flOTES.
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resisting variety, The Governm
has been experimenting unon f
disease for several years, and
found that some varieties of cot
resist the attack of this black r
much more than others; so ,tl
breed a resistive variety and
State Entomologist will be in p
tion to supply our farmers with so
of these seed next season. We ;
thankful that the high price of la
the high price of our crop produ
the high price of labor are
tending to make our Southern far
ers adapt better methods and leal
to do better work. We stil! ha?
much to learn and more to do.
Southern Cultivator. - "
Let the South Help Itself!
Perhaps it is necessary to thrf
peace of mind that the newspapej
should all tike a fling at the Chicai
packers. One derives a 6ense of vi
tue from the act of hurling anathenf
at the wicked. The Pharisees of o
used to have a great . time at th;
game, and their modern imitato
are not thinning out with. time.
It seems in order to sayi hbweve
that at least Southern towns, citle
and communities have no right
complain. If at any time they ha
suffered, either in their stomachs
their pockets, because of the hig
price or the unwholesome charactei
of Chicago meat products, 'they havf
only themselves to blame. There ha
never been the smallest reason wh
they should. not feed .ttiemselyes f roa
their own herds, flocks, fields,, dairf
ies, and barnyards.' he'lgbuth i
rich in farming and grazing land
and the inhabitants thereof :ean xais
beef cattle, sheep, hogs, pouftWy anil
vegetables Of tlifi very finest; aualit-J
and in unlimited &ufyitjty .theJ
choose. Why need they.go pa, Chlca
go, tvansas uuy, umana, or anyotne
distant market for food which? the;
can . produce themselves? And 1
they Dersist in a Dolicv so.unneees
sary and so improvident, they migb4
have the srrace 'to reatize tfiaC it fs
their 'fault,' and refrain "Irbm conJ
demnation of others. The vpSsturesl
of the South can turn out a goodl
beef and mutton as the stockyards of
Chicago can. Southern farms arel
capable of furnishing as high class!
butter, milk, eggs, etc., as any farms
in Iowa or Kansas. Why, then, do
not the Southern people help them
selves instead of calling upon Her
cules to help them and filling the air
with complaint and imprecation,
when he fails to answer to their sat
isfaction? , .
We do not pretend to pronounce
upon the truth, or lack of truth, In
all these nauseous 'denunciations of
the packing houses. We aje quite
sure, however,, that the TSouthern
people' would be in niuch. better busi
ness to set about the -task or caring
for themselves. It is not at aHl neces
sary for" them to" be dependent on
imported food of any kind. When
they bewail the hardshipa-.infiicted
on them by the Western trust, they
remind us of nothing so much as of
the Texas ranch owners, thirty years
ago, denouncing the quality of the
condensed milk they got from Minne
sota. Washington Post.
Spot Cash
That has got to be the motto of
the farmer if he ever salts down any
very great amount of money as the
result of his business. Too many of.
us have been in the habit of trading
off our butter, eggs and other farm
produce to the man who "keeps
store" at the. corner. .. The conse
quence is that, he not only keeps the
store, but he' keeps about all the
profit there is In what we raise. He
gets a good margin on the. stuff he
buj's of us and makes a fair speck
on the calico and the sugar and the
tobacco we take home... -
Now, I want this margin of profit
myself, and so I say to the grocery-man:-
"You pay. me a fair price for
what I bring .you to se.U and I will
do the same by you. ; If. you will not
do that, I will hunt up some one who
will. I . am no't obliged toi let you
have my stuff. I cah.s.endV it a hun
dred miles away to market if I can
get a oetter price than" you will give
me.'.and I will do" it. too' This talfe
about patronizing the home market
is not what it is cracked up to be al
ways'. Let's get'tnis thing down to
a cash- basis ."and. see licjV things will
wc4 tbW;
: tfA&4 t ; AI19.W Jyf, .if, will work.
Thsc. wiljjje.morijd.itfer things
we' are' going -onJwitlv-thfsSJbld trade
System., Xn3 ""tha; store-keepers will
bo better' -Vfi", 490-That's enother
op J .thing. abou..if.'.r ejvjWil 1 have
iUttteriiin,. of' goodai.jkseil more
op them. 1 Let's try this and see. E.
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! l. vincfnt, in rrofressir.Farmer