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• CENSER MIMTH BASIN TIMES • 011/ALL?f q'6topa RANDOLPH aorriL e7nd LILLIAN CIIETER ILLUSTRATED ( r C. D. RHODO I COPYRIGlif 19/fDY Tilt R(0 130001 COI?PORATION SYNOPSIS. At a vestry meeting of the Market S quare church Gall Sargent listens to a (Remission about the sale of the church tenements to Edward E. Allison, local traction king, and when asked her opin- ion of the church by Rev. Smith Boyd. says it is apparently a lucrative business enterprise. Allison takes Gail riding in ids motor car. When he suggests he is entitled to rest on the laurels of his achievements, she asks the disturbing question: \Why?\ gait, returning to her U ncle Jim's home from her drive with Al- lison, finds cold disapproval in the eyes of Rev. Smith Boyd who Is calling there At a bobsled part , Gall finds the world uncomfortably full of men, and Allison tells Jim Sargent that his new ambition fa to conquer the world. Allison starts a campaign for consolidation and control of the entire transportation system of the CHA R V—Continued. He allowed himself four hours for sleep that night, itiod the next after- nonn headed for Denver. On the way be studied maps again, but the one to Which he paid most atteetion was a new one drawn by himself, on which the various ranges of the Rocky Moun- tains were represented by scrawled, lend -penciled spirals. Right where his thin line crossed these spirals at a converging point. was Yando chasm. a pass created by nature, which was the proud possession of the Inland Pa chic, now the most prosperous and di- rect of all the Pacific systems; and the Inland, with an insolent pride in the natural fortune which had been found for it by the cleverest of aui engineers, guarded its precious right of way as no jewel was ever protect. ed. Just east of Yando chasm there erossed a little \one-horse\ railroad. *Meta starting at the important city ol Silverknob, served some good mmn Mg towns below the Inland's line, and on the north side curved up and around through the mountains, ram Wing wherever there was freight or passengers to be carried, and ending on the other side of the range at Nug- get City only twenty miles north of the Inland's main line, and a hundred miles west, into the fair country which sloped down to the Pacific. This road, which had Its headquarters in Denver, was called the Silverknob and Nugget City; and into its meeting walked Al- lison, with control. His eoerse here was different Irorn that In Jersey City. He ousted every director on the board, and elected men Couldn't Think of It,\ Declare° Wii cox, Looking at the Map. of his own. Immediately after, in the dttector's meeting. he elected himself president, and, kindly consenting to talk with the reportera of the Denver newspapers, hurried back to Chicago, where he drove directly to the head offices of the Inland Pacific. \I've Just secured control of the Ste verknob and Nugget City,\ he in- formed the general manager of the in- land. \So I noticed,\ returned Wilcox, who was a young man of fifty and wore picturesque velvet hats. \The papers here made quite a sensation of your going into railroading.\ \They're welcome,\ grinned Allison \Say Wilcox, If you'll build a branch from Pines to Nugget City, we'll give you our Nugget city freiglit where we eross. at Copperville, east of the image.\ Wilcox headed for the map \What's the distance?\ he inquired \Twenty-two miles; fairly- level grade, and one bridge.\ \Couldn't think of it,\ decided Wil- cox, looking at the map. \We'd like to have your freight, for there's a lot of traffic between Silverknob and Nug. Gail and the rector sang \Juanita' get City, but it's not our territory The from an old college songbook, which smelters are at Silverknob, and they ship east over the White Range line Anyway, why do you want to take away the haulage from your northern branch?\ \Figure on discontinuing It The grades are steep, the local traffic is ISht, and the roadbed la In a rotten assweetinn it newel rebuilding through- out. I'll make you another proposi- tion. I'll build the line from Pines to Nugget City myself, if you'll give us track connection at Copperville and at Pines, and will give us a traffic con- tract for our rolling stock on a rea sonabie basis.\ Again Wilcox looked at the map The Silverknob and Nugget City road began nowhere and ran nowhere, so far as the larger transportation world was concerned, and it could never fig- ure as a competitor. The hundred miles through the precious natural pass known as the Yando chasm was not so busy a stretch of road as it was important, and the revenue from the passage of the Silverknob and Nugget City's trains would deduct considerably from the expense of maintaining that much -prized key to the golden lAC)i. \I'll take it up with Priestly and Gorman,\ promised Wilcox. \How soon can you let me know?\ \Monday.\ That afternoon saw Allison headed back for New York, and the next morning he popped into the offices of the Pacific Slope and Puget Sound, where he secured a rental privilege to run the trains of the Orange Valley road into San Francisco, and down to Los Angeles, over the tracks of the P. El. and P. S. The Orange Valley was a little, blind pocket of a road, which made a juncture with the P. S and P. S. Just a short haul above San Francisco, and it ran up into a rich fruit country, but its terminus was far, far away from any possible connection with a northwestern competitor, and that bargain was easy, That night Allison, glowing with an exultation which erased his fatigue dressed to call on Gail Sargent. CWAPTER VI. Had They Spoiled Her? Music resounded in the parlors of Jim Sargent's house; music so sweet and compelling in its harmony that Aunt Grace slipped to the head of the stairs to listen in mingled ecstasy and pride. Up through the hallway floated a clear, mellow soprano and a rich, deep baritone, blended so perfectly that they seemed twin tones. Aunt Grace, drawn by a fascination she could not resist, crept down to where she could see the source of the mei ody. Gall. exceptionally pretty to- night to her simple dove -colored gown with its one pink rose, sat at the piano, while towering above her, with his chest expanded and a look of per- fect peace on his face, stood Rev. Smith Boyd. Enraptured, Aura Grace stood and listened until the close of the ballad Leafing through her music for the next treat, Gail looked up at the young doc tor, and made some smiling remark Her shining brown hair, waving about her forehead, was caught up in a simple knot at the back, and the deli- cate color of her cheeks was like the fresh glow of dawn. Rev. Smith Boyd bent slightly to answer. and he. too. smiled as he spoke; but as he hap- pened to find himself gazing deep into the brown eyes of Gall, the smile be. gen to fade, and Aunt Grace Sargent. scared, ran back up the stairs and Into her own room, where she took a book. and held it in her lap, upside down. The remark which -Gall had made was this: \You should have used your voice professionally.\ The reply of the rector was: \4 do.\ \I didn't mean oratorically.\ she laughed, then returned nervously to her search for the next selection. She had seen that change In the smile. \11 Is so rare to find a perfect speaking voice coupled with a perfect singing voice,\ she rattled on. \Here's that simple little 'May Bong.' Just har- mony, that's all.\ Once more their vetoes rose in that perfect blending which Is the most delicate of all exhilarations. In the melody itself there was an appealing sympathy, and, in that moment, these two were In as perfect accord as their voices. There is something in the music of the human tone which exerts a magnetic attraction like no other in the world; which breaks down the bar- riers of antagonism, which sweetie away the walls of self -entrenchment, which attracts and draws, which ex- plains and does away with explana- tion. This arta the first hour tney had spent without a clash, and Rev. Smith Boyd, his eyes quite blue tonight, brought another stack of music from the rack. { The butler, an aggravating imago with only one joint in his body- De raciest solemnly through the hall, and back again with the card tray while the Reverend Floyd had discovered in high glee. Aunt Grace came down the stairs and out past the doors of the music salon. There were voices of animated greeting in the hall. Ind Aunty returned to the door 'Ufa as the I rector was spreading open the hook I at \Sweet and Low.\ \Pardon me.\ beanie , ' aunt, I nerd% Ilttle au. IrIbU QUI acre Iv' you.\ A rush Of noise filled the hall LI cite and Ted Teesdale. handsont0 Dick Rodley and Arty lei:island and Houston' Van Ploon, bad come clattering In ati an escort for Mrs Davies, whose pet fad was to have as many young people as possible bring her home from any place. • - Where's the baby?\ demanded handsome Hick Dodiey, heading for the stairs. \Silly you mustn't!\ cried Lucile, and started after him. \Flakes should be asleep at this hour.\ . \I came in for the sole purpose of teaching Flakes the turkey trot,\ de dared handsome Dick, and ran away, followed by Lucile. \Lucile's becoming passe,' critt cited Ted. \She's flirting with Rodney for the second time.\ \Can you blame her?\ defended Arly Foeland. She was sitting in thq deep corner of her favorite couch, nursing a slenier ankle, and even her shining black bait, to say nothing of her shin- ing black eyes, seemed to be snapping with wicked delight. Lucile and handsome Dick came struggling down the stairway with Flakes betwen them, and Gail sprang Instantly to take the bewildered puppy from them both. Little blonde Lucile gave up her interest to the prior right but Rodley pretended to be obstinate about it. His deep eyes burned down into Gall's, as he stood bending above her, and his smile, to Howard's con- centrated gaze. had In It that danger- ous fascination which few women could resist! Gail was positively smil- ing up into his eyes! \Tableau!\ called Ted. \All ready for the next reel.\ \Hold it a while.\ begged Arty, and even Rev. Smith Boyd was forced to admit that the picture was handsome enough to be retained. The Adonis -like Dick, with his black hair and black eyes, his curly black mus- tache and his black goatee, his pink cheeks and his white teeth; Gail. gracefully erect, her bead thrown back, her brown hair waving and her fluffy white Flakes between them; it was painfully beautiful. \Children go home.\ suddenly com- manded Mrs. Davies. \Dick put the dog back where you found it\ . \I suppose we'll have to go home.\ drawled Ted. \Dick put back that dog.\ \Put away the dog. Dick,\ ordered the heavier voice of young Van Ploon. \Come along. Gall, I'll put him away.\ At his approach, Dick placed the puppy, with great care. In Gail's charge, and took her arm. Van Ploon took her other arm, and together the trio, laughing, went away to return Flakes to his bed. They clung to her most affectionately, bending over her on either side; and they called her Gall! The others were ready to go when they returned from the collie nursery, and the three young men stood for a moment in a row near the door. Gall looked them over with a puzzled ex- pression. What was there about them which was BO attractive? Was it poise. sureness, polish, breeding, experience. Insolence, grooming—what? Even the stiff Van Ploon seemed smooth of bearing tonight! They still were standing In the hall, and the front door opened. \Brought you a prodigal,\ hailed Uncle Jim. slisping his latchkey in his pocket as he held the door open for the prodigal in question Gail was watching the doorway. Someone outside was vigorously stamping his feet The prodigal came in, and proved to be Allison. buoyant of step. sparkling of eye, firm of jaw, and ruddy from the night wind. Smil- ing with the sureness of welcome, he came eagerly up to Gail, and took her hand, retaining it until she felt com- pelled to withdraw it, recognizing again that thrill. The barest trace of a flush came into her cheeks, and paled again. • • • • • • Gail changed her garments and let down her waving hair and, disdaining the help of her maid, performed all the little nightly duties, to the putting away of her clothing Then, in a per- fectly neat and orderly boudoir, he sat down to take herself seriously in hand. There was a knock at the door and, on invitation, the tall and stately Mrs. Helen Davies came in, frilled and ruf- fled for the night. She found the dainty, little guest boudoir in green tinted dimness. Gail had turned down all the lights in the room except the green lamps under the canopy, and she sat on the divan, with her browu hair rippling about her shoulders, her knees clasped in her arms, and her dainty little boudoir slippers peeping from her flowing pink negligee, while the dim green light, suited to her pres- ent reflections, only enhanced the clear pink of her complexion. Mrs Davies moved over to the other aide of Gall. where she could surround her, and laid the brown head on her phoulder. Gall, whose quick Intelligence no movement escaped, ley comfortably on Aunt Helen's shoulder, and a clear laugh rippled out. She could not see the smile of satisfaction and relief w ith which Aunt Helen Davies re- ceived tbat laugh. \My dear.\ I am quite well pleased with you,' she said. \You have a bril tient tutnre befoee rots\ Gall's eyelids closed; the long. brown lashes curved dew,, on her 'leeks. revealing Just a sparkle of brightness, while the mischievous little smile twitched at the corners of her lips \If you were an ordinary girl. I could urge you, tonight, to make a selection among the exceptionally es matrimonial mstestal f which OU Ildt• Alt/. :WA OA liraordinary talents and beauty, my ad- vice is Just to the contrary. You should delay until you have had a 'Wider opportunity for judgment. You have not i t e as yet shown any marked Gall's quite unreasoning impulse voice to demurely.glggle, but she clothed her \No. Aunt Helen.\ \You are remarkably wise,\ compli- mented Aunt Helen, a bit of apprecia- tion which quite checked Gail's Me pulse to giggle. \In the meantime. it is Just as well to study your opportts Pities. Of course there's Dick Rodley, whom no one considers seriously, and Willis Cunningham, whose one and only drawback is such questionable health that he might persistently in- terfere with your social activities. Houston Van Pionn, I am frank to say. is the most eligible of all, and to have attracted his attention is a distinct tri umph. Mr. Allison, while rather ad- Vanced in years—\ \Please!\ cried Gall. \You'd think I was a horse.\ \I know just how you feel,\ stated Aunt Helen. entirely unruffled; \but She Sat. With Her Brown Ha r Rip- pling Around Her Shoulders. you have your future to consider, and I wish to invite your confidence.\ and in her voice there was the quaver of much concern. \Thank you. Aunt Helen,\ said Gall, realizing the sincerity of the older woman's intentions, and, putting her arms around Mrs. Davies' neck, she k sed her. \It Is dear of you tp take_ much interest.\ \I think it's pride,\ confessed Mrs. Davies, naively. \I won't keep you up a minute longer, Gail. Go to bed, and get all the sleep you can. Only sleep will keep those roses in your cheeks. Good -night,\ and with a parting caress she went to her own room, with a ' sense of a duty well performed. Gail smiled retrospectively, and tried the blue light under the canopy lamp, but turned it out immediately. The green gave a much better effect of moonlight on the floor. She called herself back out of the mists of her previous thought. Who was this Gail, and what was she? There had come a new need in her, a : new awakening. Something seemed to have changed in her, to have crys- tallized. Whatever this crystallization I was, it had made her know that mar- riage was not to be looked upon as a mere inevitable social episode. Her thoughts flew back to Aunt Helen. Her eyelashes brushed her cheeks. and the little smile of sarcasm twitched the corners of her lips. Aunt Helen's list of eligibles. Gail reviewed them now deliberately; not with the thought of the social advan- tages they might offer her, but as men. She reviewed others whom she had met. For the first time In her life, she was frankly and self-consciously interested in men; curious about them. She had reached her third stage of development; the fairy prince age. the \I suppose I shall have to be mar- ried one day\ age, and now the age of conscious awakening. She won- dered, In some perplexity, as to what had brought about her ruteenee; rath- er, and she knitted her pretty brows, who had brought it about? The library clock chimed the hour, and startled her out of her reverie. She turned on the lights, and sat in front of her mirror to give her hair one of those extra brushings for which It was so grateful, and which it repaid' with so much beauty. She paused de liherately to study herself in the glass. Why, this was a new Gail, a more po- tent Gall. What was it Allison had said about her potentialities? Allison. Strong, forceful, aggressive Allison. He was potence itself. A thrill of his handclasp clung with her yet, and a slight flush crept Into her cheeks. Aunt Grace had worried about Jim's little cold, and the distant mouse she thought she heard, and the silver chest. and Lucile's dangerous -looking new horse, until all these topics had I failed, when she detected the unmis- takable click of a switch button near by It must be in Gail's suite. Hadn't the child retired yet? She lay quite still pondering that mighty question for ten minutes, and then, unable to rest any longer, she slipped out of bed and across the hall. There was no light coming from under the doors of either the boudoir or the bedroom. so Aunt Grace peeped into the latter apartment, then she tiptoed softly sway Gail. in her cascade of pink dufferies, was at the north window. au••...Ag. Will. eel • turned to one bright, pale star. CHAPTER VII. Still Piecing Out the World. The map of the United States ii Edward E. Allison's library began now, to develop little streaks, but the) were boldly marked, and they bugged with extraordinary closeness, the pen ell mark which Allison had draws from New York to Chicago and from Chicago to San Francisco. Theta were long gaps between them, bu these did not seem to worry him ver) much. It was the little stretches sometimes scarcely, over an inch which he drew with such evident pleasure from day to day, and now occasionally, as he passed in and out he stopped by the big globe and gave it a contemplative whirl. On the day he Joined his tar western group of little marks by bridging three small gaps, he received a caller in the per- son of a short, well-dressed old man, who walked with a cane and looked half asleep, by reason of the many puffs which had piled up under his eyes and nearly closed them. \I'm ready to wind up, Tlm,\ ye marked Allison, offering his caller a cigar, and lighting one himself. \When can we have that Vedder Court prop erty condemned?\ \Whenever you give the word,\ re- ported Tim Corman, who spoke with an asthmatic voice, and with the quiet dignity of a man who had borne grave business responsibilities, and had borne them well. Allison nodded his head in gangue tion. \You're sure there can't be any hitch in it?\ \Not if I say it's all right,\ and the words were Tim's only reproof. His tone was perfectly level, and there was no glint In his eyes. Offended dignity had nothing to do with business. \Give me one week's notice, and the Ved- der Court property will be condemned for the city terminal of the Municipal Transportation company. Appraise- ment, thirty-one million,\ \I only wanted to be reassured,\ apologized Allison. \I took your word that you could swing it when I made my own gamble, but now I have to drag other people into IL\ \That's right,\ agreed Tim. \I never get offended over straight bust nese.\ In other times 'rim Corman would have said \get sore,\ but, as he neared the end of his years of useful activity, he was making quite a ape cialty of refinement, and stocking a picture gallery, and becoming a con noisseur collector of rare old Jewels He dressed three times a day. (To BE CONTINUED.) VAGUE AS TO CAUSES OF WAR Anecdotes Would Seem to Revile, Confusion of the Average Irish Mind. In many districts of Ireland there are practically no books and almoro nobody reads newspapers. For months there were people in Ireland who thought England was fighting on the same side as Germany Here Is an Illustration of popular ignorance of which I have personal knowledge. A group of villagers were in a black- smith shop, discussing the news Fi- nally one asked: \And how did this bloody war begin?\ The blacksmith was the scholar of the gathering. \You see,\ said he. \it was like this. The king of the Servi. tudes took a woman of the Morgans to wife, and se the Servitudes killed them both and that is the way the thing began \ Which, after all, Is much after the manner of lierodotus Still confining myself to' incidents that I know to be tnie I will add another anecdote to Illustrate the way the Irish mind takes hold of an Inter- national situation. A man was defend- ing himself for having fought with the British troops against the Boers He explained that he started to Join the liners, but that he could not get through the lines, so he Joined the Brit ish \You should not have done that,\ said one. \Ah.\ said the narrator, \I would have given me soul for a fight\— Norman ilatigood In Harper's Weekly. Fish Gas. At Frayalentos. in the Argentine, is the largest kitchen in the world Here beef extract is made -40 pounds el beef give one pound of extract And here, up to 1900, all the waste—ail the entrails and fat and so forth—got thrown into the River Plata. The waste of 1,000 bullocks thrown daily into the Plata brought the flab up from the sea to Fray-Bentos In on - unbelievable thousands. Boats could hardly advance for the silver waves of fish. These fish could be caught with shovels, with scoops, with the hand. Thepeople of Fray-Rentos, In the unparalleled abundance of the Argen- tine, varied their free beef with free fish, and in eddition ground up daily flab enough to light the entire district with fish gas, a very clear illuminant made from fish oil But today they utilize at Fray -Rent°, every pars of the bullock but the bel- low Consequently the fish millions of the past have deserted the river. and fish gas. 'hat romantic illuminant, has been supplanted by vulgar elms tricit y. Quite True. \Why did you lead me to believe the astronomer I met was a flask writer?\ \Because he Is a flash writer—lie is an authority on sieteors.\ ?ROPER CARE OF THE UDDER 3old Cement Floor, Bruising, Sudden Chills, Etc., Are Some ot Ester , nal Causes of Trouble. Many' good cows are lost to a use - ful life on the dairy farm by the neg- lect of a little necessary care at A critical time. This is particularly (rue of heifers and extra heavy milkere. Sometimes it is true of mediocre COWS that have been fed too stimUlating foods for a time prior to freshening, writes 1. B. Henderson in Farm, Stock. ltdHome. Under normal condttlons the udder of the cow should net in- quire special attention, but the far- ther we get from natural cOnditioner and the more we incline to forced pro- duction the greater the Ilk01111014 'of trouble. A cold cement floor, cold groteid.• bruising of the udder, anddett cal004 etc., are some of the external Mures, of udder trouble. The preventive 'Arta: edies can he easily applied. But sheathe the udder become congested or he . flamed. Just before or after caltelOg. Immediate steps should be taker) is - effect a cure. Fomentations with /tot' water several times a day, a massage with with the fingers, and the ap-i plication of warm lard will Map _to. alleviate the trouble. The rnbliliegl should be toward the milk veins se..tari to get the blood away from tho nehieri if possible. A dram or two of ai - peter once or twice daily Is also tralidl to assist. In very severe cases, efi course, the veterinary should he', called, as it is poor economy to inhik, the life of usefulness Of a good op ducer. For mild cases of udder trodble the average dairyman should be toile potent to treat and with a little obtuse- vatian it should be possible to develbP a little skill in treating such troubles. EFFECT OF COOLING ON MILK Illustration Given Herewith Shows What a Difference 20 Degrees in Temperature Will Make. • The cut is a graphical representa- tion of the effect of cooling on milk A is a single bacterium; El sluistiese bacterial growth in 24 hours with mJk kept at 50 degrees. At C is the fata- lly of a single bacterium after 24 hours; Milk -Cooling Effect. at 70 degrees. It is easy to see what a difference 20 degrees In tempera- ture makes. At 50 degrees the mei- tiplication is five -fold, at 70 degree': it Is 750 fold. TO DISINFECT COW STABLES In Case of :\ontagious Abortion Anx of the Standard Coal Tar Mixtures Will Be Found Good. For a disinfectant in cases of cab tagious abortion in cows, any of the standard coal tar disinfectants *Si good. Crude carbolic and bichloride of mercury are two good ones. Contagious abortion of cows te a serious trouble and must be handles!' with extreme care if it is to he sup pressed. The proper disinfection of tha cow stables and the entire premise that may become infected is very Important. Under ordinary farm son ditions the infected animals should bs eeparated from the rest of the here and kept where there is no chance for the infection to spread. If it is found that they cannot be cured they should be disposed of. MILK PRODUCER MUST KNOW Many Dairymen Attempt to Maks Business Without System—Rec- ords Ought to Be Kept. (Ity vi - iLnEtt J. ERASER.) The chief obstacle to progressive dairying is carrying it on In a slip- shod manner witheut the application of business principles. The milk pro- ducer must stop guessing, and know for sure what the results will be of the different operations conducted in different ways, and in each case adopt the one that will return the most profit. It Is the net result from a cow that tells whether she is making a profit or not. We cannot know what that net result is if we do not keep a record. Getting Returns From Cow. It the cow eats just a little more than Is required to keep her alive her yield will be small and the cost high, while if she eats a large quantify above what is required to maintain her body, she will give returns from a larger proportion of her feed. Ideal Straw Shed. The old thick-wailed straw shed for any kind of farm stock is about ideal, after all that is said to the contrary, The thick walls keep out cold an' prevent drafts and still grant an ideal' ventilation You never find any fro* ad inside walls in the straw shod. 3,4
