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, GEYSER JUDITH BASIN TIMES • THE BALL OF FIRE By OEOROE RANDOLPH CHESTER and LILLIAN CHESTER ILLUSTRATED BY C. D. RHODES (Copyright. tEL CHAPTER I. —1— No Place for Sentiment. Silence pervaded the dim old aisles ef the Market Square church; the win- ter sun, streaming through the clere- story windows, cast, on the floor and on the vacant benches, patches of ruby and sapphire, of emerald and of topaz, these seeming only to accentu- ate the dimness and the silence. In that silence the vestry door creaked, it opened wide, and it was as if a vision had suddenly been set there! Bathed in the golden light from the transept window, brown - haired, brown -eyed, rosy-cheeked, stood a girl who might have been one of the slender stained-glass virgins come to life, the golden light flaming the edges of her hair into an aureole. She stood timidly, peering into the dimness, and on her beautifully curved lips was a half questioning smile. \Uncle Jim,\ she called, and there was some quality in her low voice which was strangely attractive, and disturbing. \By George, Gail, I forgot that you were to come for me!\ said Jim Sar- gent, rising from amid the group of men in the dim transept. \We'll be through in a few minutes. Allison, you were about to prove something to us, I think.\ ''Prove is the right word,\ agreed the stdckily built man who had evi- dently been addressing the vestry. He was acutely conscious of the presence of Gail, as they all were. \Your rec- tor suggests that this Is a matter of sentiment. You are anxious to have fifty million dollars to begin the erec- (ion of a cathedral; but I came here to talk business, and that only. Grant- ing you the full normal appreciation of your Vedder Court property, and the normal increase of your aggregate rentals, you cannot have, at the end of ten years, a penny over forty-two millions. I urn prepared to offer you, in cash, a sum which will, at three and a half per cent, and in ten years. produce that exact amount. To this I add two million.\ \How much did you allow for in- crease in the value of the property?\ asked Nicholas VsrePloon, whose only • knowledge for several generations had been centered on this one question The original Van Ploon had bought a vast tract of Manhattan for a dollar an acre, and, by that stroke of tower- ing genius, had placed the family of Van Noon, for all eternity, beyond the necessity of thought. For answer, Allison passed him the envelope upon which he had been fig- uring, checking off an item as he did so. He noticed that Gail's lips twitched with suppressed mirth. She turned abruptly to look back at the striking transept window, and the three vestrymen in the rear pew im- mediately sat straighter. Willis Cun- ningham, who was a bachelor, hastily smoothed his Vandyke. He was so 'rich, by inheritance, that money meara N nothing to him. \Not enough.\ grunted Van Ploon, handing back the envelope and twist- ing again in the general direction of Gail. \Ample retorted Allison. \You can't count anything for the buildings. While I don't deny that they yield the richest income of any property in the city, they are the most decrepit tenements in New York. They'll fall down in less than ten years. You have them propped up now.\ Jim Sargent glanced solicitously at Gail, but she did not seem to be bored; not a particle! \They are passed by the building Inspector annually,\ pompously stated W. T. Chisholm, his mutton chops turning pink from the reddening of the skin beneath. He had spent a lifetime in resenting Indignities be- fore they reached him. \Building inspectors change,\ insin- uated Allison. \Politics is very uncer- tain.\ Four indignant vestrymen jerked forward to answer that insult. \Gentlemen this is a vestry meet- ing,\ sternly reproved the Rev. Smith Boyd, advancing a step, and seeming to feel the need of a gavel. His rich, deep barytone explained why he was rector of the Tichest church in the world. Gail's eyes were dancing, but other- wise she was demureness itself as she studied, In turns, the members of the richest vestry in the world. She esti- mated that eight of the gentlemen then present were almost close enough to the anger line to swear. They num- bered just eight, and they were most interesting! And this was a vestry meeting! \The topic of debate was money, I believe,\ suggested Rufus Manning, rescuing -his sense of humor from somewhere in his beard. He was the Infidel member. \Suppose we return to it. Is *Allison's offer worth consid- ering?\ \Why?\ inquired the nasal voice of clean;shaven old Joseph G. Cook, who was sarcastic In money matters. The Standard Cereal company had attained Its colossal dimensions through re- bates; and he had invented the de - by the R e a B oo k corporation.) vice! \The only reason we'd sell to Allison would be that we could get more money than by the normal re- turn from our investment.\ \I've allowed two million for the profit of Market Square church in dealing with me,\ stated Allison, again proffering the envelope which no one made a move to take. \I will not pay a dollar more.\ W. T. Chisholm was suddenly re- minded that the vestry had a moral obligation in the matter under discus- sion. He was president of the Majes- tic Trust company, and never forgot that fact. \To what use would you devote the property of Market Square church?\ he gravely asked. \The erection of a terminal station for all the municipal transportation in New York,\ answered Allison.; \sub- ways, elevateds, surface cars, traction lines! The proposition should have the hearty co-operation of every citi- zen.\ Simple little idea, wasn't it? Gall had to think successively to compre- hend what a stupendous enterprise this was; and the man talked about It as modestly as if he were planning to wiat mmok , \ And This Was a Vestry Meeting. sod a lawn; more so! Why, back home, if a man dreamed a dream so vast as that, he just talked about it for the rest of his life; and they put a poet's wreath on his tombstone. \Now you're talking sentiment,\ re- torted stubby-mustached Jim Sargent. \You said, a while ago, that you came here strictly on business. So did we. This is no place for sentiment.\ Rufus Manning, with , the tip of his silvery beard in his fingers, looked up Into the delicate groining of the apse, where it curved gracefully forward over the head of the famous Henri Dupre's crucifix, and be grinned. Gall Sargent was looking contemplatively from one to the other of the grave ves- trymen. \You're right.\ conceded Allison curtly. \Suppose you fellows talk it over by yourselves; and let me know your best offer.\ \Very well,\ assented Jim Sargent, with an indifference which did not seem to be assumed. \We have some other matters to discuss, and we may as well thrash this thing out right now. We'll let you know tomorrow.' Gail looked at her watch and rose energetically. \I shall be late at Lucile's, Uncle Jim. I don't think I can wait for you.\ \I'll be very happy to take Miss Sargent anywhere she'd like to go,\ offered Allison. almost instantane \Much obliged, Allison,\ accepted Sargent heartily; \that is, If she'll go with you.\ \Thank you,\ said Gail simply, as she stepped out of the pew. The gentlemen of the vestry rose as one man. Old Nicholas Van Ploon even attempted to stand gracefully on one leg, while his vest bulged over the back of the pew in front of hits. \I tblnk we'll have to make you a permanent member of the vestry,\ smiled Manning, the patriarch, as he bowed his adieus. \We've been need Ing a brightening influence for some time.\ Willis Cunningham, the thoughtful one, wedged his Vandyke between the heads of Standard Cereal Clark and Banker Chisholm. \We hope to see you often, Miss Sargent,\ was his thoughtful remark. \I mean to attend services,\ re- turned Gail graciously, looking up into the organ loft, where the organist was making his third attempt at that baf- fling run in the Bach prelude. \You haven't said how you like our famous old church,\ suggested the Rev. Smith Boyd with pleasant ease, though he felt relieved that she was going. The sudden snap in Gall's eyes fair- ly scintillated. It was like the shat- tering of fine glass in the sunlight. \It seems to be a remarkably lucra- tive enterprise,\ she smiled up at him, and was rewarded by a snort from Manning. Allison frankly guffawed. The balance of the sedate vestry was struck dumb by the impertinence. Gail felt the eyes of the Rev. Smith Boyd fixed steadily on her, and turned to meet them. They were cold. She had thought them blue; but now they were green! She stared back into them for a moment, and a little red spot came into the delicate tint of her oval cheeks; then she turned deliber- ately to the marvelously beautiful big transept window. It had been de- signed by the most famous stained- glass artist in the world, and its sub- ject lent itself to a wealth of color. It was Christ turning the money changers out of the temple! CHAPTER II. \Why?\ \Snow!\ exclaimed Gail in delight, turning up her face to the delicate flakes. \And the sun shining. That means snow tomorrow!\ Allison helped her into his big, pi- ratical -locking runabout, and tucked her in as if she were some fragile hot- house plant which might freeze with the first cool draft. \The pretty white snow Is no friend of mine,\ he assured her, as he took the wheel and headed toward the ave- nue. He looked calculatingly into the sky. \This particular downfall is likely to cost the Municipal Transpor- tation company several thousand dol- lars.\ \I'm curious to know the commer- cial value of a sunset in New York,\ Gail smiled up at him. Allison had tete impression that under the cover of her exquisitely veined lids she was looking at him cornerwise, and having a great deal of fun all by herself. \We haven't capitalized sunsets yet, but we have hopes,\ he laughed. \Then there's still a commercial op- portunity,\ she lightly returned. \I feel quite friendly to money, but it's so intimate here. I've heard nothing else since I . came, on Monday.\ \Even in church,\ he chuckled. \You delivered a reckless shock to Rev. Smith Boyd's vestry.\ \Well?\ she demanded. \Didn't he ask my opinion?\ \I don't think he'll make the mis- take again,\ and Allison took the cor- ner into the avenue at a speed which made Gail, unused to bare inches of leeway, class Allison as a demon driver. The tall traffic policeman around whose upraised arm they had circled smiled a frank tribute to her beauty, and she felt relieved. She had cherished some feeling that they should be arrested. \However even a church must dis- cuss money,\ went on Allison, as if he had just decided a problem to which he had given weighty thought. \Fifty millions isn't mere money,\ retorted Gail; \it's criminal wealth. If no man can Make a million dollars honestly, how can a church?\ Allison swerved out into the center of the avenue and passed a red limou- sine before he answered. He had no- ticed that everybody In the street stared into his car, and it flattered him immensely to have so pretty a girl with him. \The wealth of Market Square church is natural and normal,\ lie explained. \It arises partly from the increase in value of property which was donated when practically worth- less. Judicious investment is respon- sible for the balance.\ \Oh bother!\ and Gail glanced at him impatiently. \Your natural im- pulse is to delena wealth because it is wealth; but you know that Market Square church never should have had a surplus to invest. The money should have been spent in charity. Why are they saving it?\ Allison began to feel the same re- spect for Gall's mental processes which he would for a man's, though, when he looked at her with this thought in mind, she was so thor- oughly feminine that she puzzled him more than ever. \Market Square church has an am- bition worthy of its vestry,\ be in - termed her, bringing his runabout to rest, with a swift glide, Just an accu- rate three inches behind the taxi In front of them. \When It has fifty mil- lion dollars, it proposes to start build- ing the most magnificent cathedral on Asserican soil.\ \Why?\ she pondered. \Will a fifty million on !, \Oh new o, dollar a r cathedral save souls In to proportion the amount of money in- vested?\ Allison enjoyed that query thor- oughly. \You must ask Rev. Smith Boyd.\ he cbackled. \You talk like a hea- u:1 returned Gall gravely, and wha w tone. \I pray every morn- ing and every night, and God hears me.\ The note of reverence in her voice was a thing to which Allison gave instant respect. \I have no quarrel with religion. Why, Mr Alli- son, I love the church.\ Her eyes I were glowing, the same eyes which had Closed in satirical mischief. Now they were rapt. \What A stunning collie!\ she auddenly exclaimed. Allison, who had followed her with admiring attention, his mind accom- i pany n hers in eager leaps, laughed re After all, she was • girl— and what a girl! The exhilaration of the drive, and of the snow beating in her face, and of the animated conver- sation, had set the clear skin of her face aglow with color. Her deep red lips, exquisitely curved and hag part- ed, displayed a row of dazzling white teeth, and the elbow which touched his was magnetic. Allison refused to believe that he was forty-five! \You're fond of collies,\ he guessed, surprised to find himself with an ea- ger interest in the likes and dislikes of a Young girl. It was a new experi- ence. \I adore them!\ she enthusiastically declared. \Back home, I have one of every marking but a pure white.\ There was something tender and wistful in the tone of that \back home.\ No doubt she had hosts of friends and admirers there, possibly a favored suitor. It was quite likely. A girl such as Gail Sargent could hardly escape it. If there was a fa- vored suitor Allison rather pitied him, for Gail was in the city of strong men. Busy with an entirely new and strange group of thoughts, Allison turned into the park. and Gall uttered an excla- mation of delight as the fresh, keen air whipped IC her face. Tina. snow was like a filmy white veil against the bare trees, and enough of it had clung, by now, to outline, with silver point- ing, the iacework of branches. On the turf, still green from the open win- ter, It lay In thin white patches, and squirrels, clad in their sleek winter garments, were already scampering to their beds, cfossing the busy drive with the adroitness of accomplished metropolitan pedestrians, their bushy tails hopping behind them in ungainly loops. Thepair In the runabout were silent, for the east drive at this hour was thronged with outward , bound ma- chines, and the roadway was slippery with the new -fallen snow. Steady of nerve, keen of eye, firm of hand! Gal! watched the alert figure of Allison, tensely and yet easily motionless in the seat beside her. Perhaps feeling the steady gaze. Al- lison turned to her suddenly, and for a moment the gray eyes and the brown ones looked questioningly into each other, then there leaped from the man to the woman a something which held her gaze a full second longer than she would have wished. \Air's great,\ he said with a smile. -Gl or i ous !\ she agreed. \I don't want to go in.\ \Don't he promptly advised her. \That's a simple enough solution,\ and her laugh, in the snow -laden air, reminded him. In one of those queer flashes of memory, of a little string of elelghbella he had owned as a young- ster. \However. I promised Cousin Lucile.\ \We'll stop at the house long enough to tell her you're busy,\ sug- gested Allison, as eager as a boy. \Let's!\ cried Gail, and, with a laugh which he had discarded with his first business promotion. Allison threw out another notch of speed, and whirled from the Seventy-second street entrance up the avenue to the proper turning, and half way down the block, where he made a swift but smooth stop, bringing the step with marvelous accuracy to within an inch of the curb. She flashed at him a smile and ran up the steps. She turned to him again as she waited for the bell to be an sacred, and nodded to him with frank comradery. Two vivacious -looking Gall Watched the Alert Figure of A - lison, Tensely Motionless Beside Her. women, one tall and black -haired and the other petite and blonde, and both fashionably slender and both pretty, rushed out Into the hall and sur rounded her. For an Instant. Edward E. Allison had a glimpse of her, in her garnet and turquoise, flanked by a sprightly vision in blue and another sprightly vision in pink, and he thought he heard the suppressed sounds of titter- ing, then the door closed, and the lace curtains of the hall windows bulged outward, and Gail came tripping down the steps They raced up and into the park. and around the winding driveways ith the light-hearted exhilaration of hildren, and If there was in them at that moment any trace of mature thought, they were neither one aware of it. They were glad that they were just living, end moving swiftly in the open ails, glad that it watt allowing, glad that the light was beginning to fade, that there were other vehicles in the park, that the world was such a bright and happy place; and they were quite pleased, too, to be to- gether. It was still light, though 'the electric lamps were beginning to flare up through the thin snow veil, when they rounded a rocky drive, and came in view of a little lookout house perched on a hill. \Oh!\ called Gail, Involuntarily put- ting her hand on his arm. \I want to go up there!\ The work of Edward E. Allison was well-nigh perfection. He stopped the runabout exactly at the center of the pathway, and was out and on Gail's side of the car with the agility of a youngster after a robin's egg. He helped her to alight, and would have helped her up the hill with great pleasure, but she was too nimble and too eager for that, and was in the lookout house several steps ahead of him. When she was quite finished with the view, and turned and went down the hill, one of her tiny French heels slid, and she might have fallen, had it not been for the ironlike arm which he threw back to support her. For just an instant she was thrown fairly In his embrace, with his arm about her waist, and her weight upon his breast; and, in that instant, the fire which had been smoldering in him all afternoon burst into flame. With a mighty repression he resisted the im- pulse to crush her to him, and handed her to the equilibrium which she In. stinctively sought, though the arm trembled which bad been pressed about her. His heart sang, as he helped her into the machine, and sprang in beside her. He felt a sav- age joy in his strength as he started the car and felt the wheel under his hard grip. He was young, younger than he had ever been in his boyhood; strong, stronger than he had ever been in his youth. What worlds he might conquer now with this new blood racing through his veins. It was as if he had been suddenly thrust into the fires of eternal life, and en- dowed with all the vast, irresistible force of creation! (TO BE CONTINUED.) REASON FOR HIS BRAGGING British Soldier Felt He Had to Lie About His Wonderful Deeds In the Field. An officer was surprised one day when searching the letters of his de- tachment to read in one of them a passage that was something like this: \We have just got out of shell -fire for the first time for two months. It has been a hard time. The Germane were determined to take our field bak- ery, but, by gee! we Avould not let them. ‘Ve killed them in thousands.\ This was a letter from one of the bakers to his wife. None of the de- taelenent had been a mile from the base, and they had never seen a Ger- man, except as a prisoner. My friend knew the writer well, and could not help (although it was none of his bust nese) aseIng him why he told such terrible lies to hie poor wife. The sol- dier said: \It's quite true what you say, but it's like this, sir. When my wife and the wives of the other men in the place where I live are talking it all over in the morning I couldn't think to let her have nothing to say and the others all bragging about what their men held done with the Germans. That's the way of it, sir.\—.Manchester Guardian. Movies Aid Physicians. The movies have invaded even the sacred field of science. The latest up- to-theeninute discovery is the peculiar value of the movies in diagnosis. It was made several weeks ago by osteo- pathic physicians and will be demon- strated first at the world's congress of osteopathic physicians, in Portland. Ore., the first week in August. At a meeting of osteopathic physi- cians of the district, held at the home of Dr. Clara U. Little, Dr. Chester W. Swope. a member of the board of ti - us tees of the national association, ex- plained how Dr. J. Ivan Dufur, profes- sor of nervous diseases of the Phila- delphi.t College of Osteopathy, had be- come the latest hero of the movies For more than lour hours Doctor Du - fur and the movie men were locked in a room with more than forty Insane epileptics, waiting to snap just the right kind of fits They also had many harrowing experiences. Moving pictures, It is predicted, will revolutionize the teaching of disease diagnosis, as these subjects can in no other way be so vividly presented to the student George Evidently Not a Caruso. Her son had enlisted and she was a proud old woman as she harangued a knot of friends on the village street \Garge always done 'Is duty by me, 'e 'as, an' now . P . EI doin\is duty by king an' country,\ she said. \I feel right down sorry for them Germans, to think of 'im goin' into battle with 'la rifle in 'is 'and and 'It's a Long Way to Tipperary' on 'is lips.\ \Poor Germans, indeed!\ exclaimed one of the audience \Pity's wasted on 'ern! P'raps you 'aven't 'card of their cruel- ties?\ \Irraps I 'aven't,\ agreed the old lady \An Vraps you 'aven't 'eard Gorge [ODIC— London Mall. Where Judge Draws the Line. Judge Johneon—That I love pub licity I never will deny, but I never walk from coast to coast to get it --Atchison Globe. START TRAINING BULL EARLY Inserting Nose Ring is Simple and Short Operation—Composition Metal Does Not Rust. A bull's training must be started early. A light weight ring should be Inserted in his nose when he is from nine to twelve months old, but under no circumstances should he be led by the ring until three or four months after so that the nose can heal up well. Inserting the nose ring is a simple and short operation when properly done. First tie the bull securely to a post by the head and horns, then take a common trocar and cannula, well sterilized, and push it through the - thinnest part of the membrane that 'separates the nostrils, withdraw the trocar, leaving the cannula in the open- ing. Put one end of the opened ring in the pointed end of the cannula and then carefully withdraw cannula, which brings the ring into the open- ing and after closing ring and putting in the screw, the job is done. Before the operation, the ring should be ex - A Shorthorn Bull. amined and all rough edges carefully filed down so there is nothing to irri- tate the nose and keep it raw and bleeding. When the animal is about two to two and one-half years old, the light ring should be removed and a good heavy ring inserted. Iron rings should not be used as they rust and keep the bull's nose raw and sore. The best are made of brass or bronze composi- tion metal and do not rust. In tying up the bull by the nose, one should be careful to avoid fright- ening him, causing him to jump back and slit the ring out of his nose. It is safest to pass the tie chain through the nose ring and then up and around his horns and when he Jerks back most of the strain comes on the horns not at the nose. PROPER TOOLS FOR DAIRYING Manure Spreader is One of Most Profitable Implements—Silo Is Regarded as Elsential. It is imptr - .!ble to give a specific answer to the question as to what tools a dairyman should possess. Much de- pends upon a man's pocketbook and the possibility of his changing work with neighbors to get the use of their tools, and upon labor conditions in general. For instance, a manure spreeder is one of the most profitable Implements for a farmer with any amount of dressing to distribute. Yet It is possible to handle the manure in the old way if a man simply cannot buy a spreader. If you are dairying you ought to have a silo, and that means a silage cutter and an engine, unless you can. arrange with a neighbor to do the work. If you raise potatoes in any luantity a planter, sprayer, and sure- ly a digger, will perform the work most economically. Yet it is possible to get alcng without these. Of cou.se, you would not expect to compete very seccessfully with growers who have such Improved machinery. This class of tools is In use only a portion of the year, and it tics up your capital to your disadvantage if you have but little to begin with. There are certain things that every farmer is expected to have, such as wagons, plows, bestows, mow- ing machine, hayrake, etc. FEED CALVES IN STANCHIONS Discourages Desire to Suck One An. other's Ears—Wooden Device Is Entirely Satisfactory. — There are several good reasons for feeding calves in stanchions. The calves can be fed their milk, then their grain, and after they have eaten the grain they will lose their desire to suck one another's ears. A stanchion made of wood will be entire- ly satisfactory. It should be made from 3 to 3% foot high and 18 to 24 Inches from center to center, with the neck space 4 to 6 Incites wide. It Is built in tho same manner as the old style rigid stanchion. The calf should be fastened while eating, but loosened - from the stanchions after it has eaten its grain. The calf pens and stanchions should be built in the south side of the barn, where plenty of sunshine and' light can he had. There is no disin- fectant that will take the place OE sunshine
