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SHINER GAZETTE. SHINER. TEXAS
OLIVER
4 OCTOBER,
EORGE RARR McCUTCHEON
COPYRIGHT.BELL S YN DI CATE,(w.N.U. SERVICE)
CHAPTER V-—Continued
“This here Job has cost up’ards of
$8,000 already, and for a couple of
hundred more he could clean up clear
to the edge of the mire. I used to look
upon that boy as a smart young feller.”
“Maybe he’s a whole lot smarter
than you think," said the ditcher sig-
nificantly.
“Oh, I don’t for a minute think it’s
that,” said old John hastily. “Not for
a minute.”
“I can’t help thinkln’ we’ll turn up
that old man’s body some day. It sort
of gives me the creeps.”
The two big ditches, fed by lateral
lines of tile, hel,d a straight course
across the upper end of the swamp
and drained into Blacksnake creek, a
sluggish little stream half a mile west
of Rumley. Roughly estimated, three
hundred acres were being transformed
into what in time was bound to be-
come valuable land.
Oliver was walking slowly back to
the house, his head bent, his hands in
his pockets, when he observed an auto-
mobile approaching over the deeply
rutted, seldom traveled road. He recog-
nized the car at once. Lansing’s yel-
low roadster.
“Hello, there!" called out Lansing.
“Hop in, Oliver. I’ve been sent to
fetch you over to Mr. Sage’s. He had
a cablegram this morning and sort of
went to pieces.”
“A cablegram? His wife—is she
dead?"
“I should say not. She’s sailing for
the United States tomorrow and is
coming here to live.l”
It was true that Josephine Sage was
coming home. The beatific minister
thrust the cablegram into Oliver’s hand
as that young man came bounding up
the veranda steps ten minutes later.
“She’s coming on the Baltic. I have
decided to go to New York to meet
her. Jane will accompany me. I wish
you would find out for me, Oliver,
when the Baltic is due to arrive at
New York. Please help me out, lad.
Perhaps I should have telegraphed my-
self—or had Jane do it—but we—I
mean I—er—”
“Say,” interrupted Oliver, with
sparkling eyes. “I’ll bet you’re 20
years younger than you were yester-
day, Uncle Herbert!”
“I—I believe I am,” said Mr. Sage,
squaring his thin shoulders and draw-
ing a deep breath.
***•*••
Mr. Horace Gooch of Hopkinsville
heretofore a miserly aspirant for legis-
lative honors but persistently denied
the distinction for which he was loath
to pay, had “come across” so hand-
somely—and so desperately—that the
bosses had foolishly permitted him to
be nominated for the state senate. The
people did not want him; but that
made little or no difference to the
party leaders; the people had to take
him whether they liked him or not.
Mr. Gooch’s astonishing contribution
to the campaign fund was not to be
“passed up” merely because the people
didn’t approve of him.
The report that young Oliver Baxter
of Rumley was being urged to make
the race against his uncle caused no
uneasiness among the bosses. It was
not until after the young man was
nominated and actually in the field
that misgivings beset them. Young
Baxter was popular in the southern
section of the county, he was a war
hero and he was an upstanding figure
in a community where the voters were
as likely as not to “jump the traces.”
The bosses sent for Mr. Gooch and
suggested that it wouldn’t be a bad
idea for him to withdraw from the race
—on account of his age, or his health,
or his nephew.
“Do you mean to tell me,” began
Horace, genuinely amazed, “that you
think this young whipper-snapper of a
nephew of mine is liable to defeat
me?”
“Nobody knows what the people
want,” replied the chairman senten-
tiously. “Now, this young Baxter. He’s
a fine feller. He has a clear record.
There isn’t a thing we can say against
him. On the other hand, he can say a
lot of nasty things about you, Mr.
Gooch. I’m not saying you’ll be licked
next November, but you stand a
blamed good chance of it, let me tell
you, if this young Baxter goes after
you without gloves.”
“I’ve just been thinking,” said Mr.
Gooch, leaning forward in his chair,
“suppose I go down to Rumley and
have a talk with Oliver.”
“What about?” demanded the other,
Sharpjy.
“I may be able to reason with him.”
“No chance,” said the other, shaking
his head. “He’s got It in for you, I
hoar."
Mr. Gooch got up and began pacing
the floor.
“See here, Smith,” he began, halting
in front of the “boss.” “I may as well
come out flat-footed and tell you I’ve
never been satisfied with all these
stories and speculations concerning the
disappearance of my brother-in-law a
year ago. It’s mighty queer that a
man like Oliver Baxter could disappear
off of the face of the earth and never
be heard of again. Most people believe
he’s alive—hiding somewhere—but I
don’t believe it for a minute. He’s
dead. He died that night a year ago
when he had his last row with his son.
And, what’s more to the point, I am
here to say I don’t believe his son has
told all he knows about the—er—the
matter.”
“Say, what are you trying to get at,
Mr. Gooch. That comes pretty near to
being a charge, doesn’t it?"
“You can call it what you please.
All I’ve got to say is that I’m not sat-
isfied, and I’m going to the bottom of
this business if it’s possible to do so."
Two days later, Horace Gooch
stopped his ancient automobile in front
of the Baxter block in Rumley and in-
quired of a man in the doorway:
“Ls young Oliver Baxter here?”
The loiterer turned his head lazily,
squinted searchingly into the store, and
then replied that he was.
“Tell him his uncle is out here.”
The citizen disappeared. He was
back In a jiffy, grinning broadly.
“Well?” demanded Mr. Gooch, as the
"Nobody Knows What the People
Want,” Replied the Chairman Sen-
tentloualy.
messenger remained silent. “What
did he say?”
The citizen chuckled. “It ain’t fit to
print,” said he.
Mr. Gooch shut off his engine and
settled back In the seat, the personifi-
cation of grim and dogged patience.
Fifteen minutes passed. Passersby,
sensing something unusual, found an
excuse for loitering in front of nearby
show windows. Mr. Link came out of
his office, and after taking one look at
the hard-faced old man in the automo-
bile, hurried to the rear of his estab-
lishment. A few seconds later he re-
turned, accompanied by Joseph Sikes.
They took up a position in the door-
way.
At last Oliver October appeared.
“Hello, Uncle Horace,” was his greet-
ing. “Sorry to have kept you waiting.
And I’m in a bit of a hurry, too. Some
friends coming down on No. 17, Mr.
and Mrs. Sage—you remember them,
no doubt. Anything in particular you
wanted to see me about?”
“Yes, there is," saidyMr. Gooch harsh-
ly. “I came over here to demand an
apology from you, young man—a pub-
lic apology printed over your signature
in the newspapers. I wrote you a very
plain and dignified letter in which I
told you what I thought of the under-
handed way you acted in regard to
those dear old ladles, Mrs. Bannester
and her sister. You know as well as
I do that it was my intention to restore
their property to them, absolutely tax
free and without a single claim against
it. You simply sneaked in and got
ahead of me. And what did you say in
reply to my simple, straightforward
letter? You said you wouldn’t trust
me as far as you could throw a loco-
motive with one hand, or something
like that. If I don’t have a written
and published acknowledgment from
you that you deliberately misrepre-
sented me, that you played me an un-
derhand trick simply for political pur-
poses, I’ll—I’ll—
“I’ll make It so blamed hot for you
you’ll wish you’d never been bom,”
grated Mr. Gooch. “It rests with you,
young man, whether a certain Investi-
gation takes place or not.”
“What do you mean by investiga-
tion?” demanded Oliver, his eyes nar-
rowing. “Just what are you driving
at?”
His uncle leaned forward and spoke
slowly, distinctly. “Is there any evi-
dence that your father ever left this
place at all?”
Oliver looked his uncle straight in
the eye for many seconds, a curious
pallor stealing over his face.
“There is no evidence to the con-
trary.”
“There’s no evidence at all,” said
Gooch, “either one way or the other.
There has never been anything like a
thorough search for him—in the neigh-
borhood of his own home. I don’t be-
lieve Oliver Baxter ever ran away from
home. I believe he’s out there In that
swamp of yours. Now you know what
I mean by an investigation, young man
—and if it is ever undertaken I want
to say to you It won’t be under your
direction, and it won’t be a half-heart-
ed job. And the swamp won’t be the
only place to be searched. There are
other places he might be besides that
swamp.”
“I think I get your meaning, Uncle
Horace,” said Oliver, now cool and
self-possessed. If I agree to withdraw
from the race and perjure myself in
the matter of the Bannester tax scan-
dal, you will drop the investigation and
forget all about it—even though I may
have killed my own father?”
“I am not here to argue with you,”
snapped Mr. Gooch, his gaze sweeping
the ever-increasing group of spectators.
“Your candidacy has nothing to do
with my determination to sift this busi-
ness to the bottom,” he went on, sud-
denly realizing that he was now com-
mitted to definite action. “I shall ap-
peal to the proper authorities and noth-
ing you do or say, young man, can
head off the investigation. That’s
final!’’
CHAPTER VI
A Star’s Homecoming
The return of Mrs. Sage after an ab-
sence of 23 years was an “event” far
surpassing In interest anything that
had transpired in Rumley since the
strange disappearance of old Oliver
Baxter.
Hundreds of people, eager to see the
famous “Josephine Judge,” crowded
the station platform long before the
train from Chicago was due to arrive;
they filled the depot windows; they
were packed like sardines atop the
spare baggage and express trucks;
they ranged In overflow disorder along
the sidewalks on both sides of the
street adjacent.
The train pulled in. The crowd tip-
toed and gaped, craned its thousand
necks, and then surged to the right
Above the hissing of steam and the
grinding of wheels rose the voice of
Sammy Parr far down the platform.
“Keep back, everybody! Don't crowd
up so close. Right this way, Mr. Sage
—How are you? Open up there, will
you? Let ’em through. Got my new
car over here, Mr. Sage—lots of room.
Hello, Jane! Great honor to have the
pleasure of taking Mrs. Sage home in
my car. Right over this way. Grab
those suitcases, boy. Open up, please I”
Mr. Sage paused aghast half way
down the steps of the last coach but
one. He stared, open-mouthed, out
over the sea of faces; his knees seemed
about to give way under him; his
nervous fingers came near relaxing
their grip on the suitcase handles; he
was bewildered, stunned.
“In heaven’s name—” he groaned,
and then, poor man, over his shoulder
in helpless distress to the girl behind
him—“Oh, Jane, why didn’t we wait
for the midnight—”
But someone had seized the bags and
with them he was dragged ingloriously
to the platform. Jane came next, crim-
son with embarrassment. She hurried
down the steps and waited at the bot-
tom for her mother to appear. As
might have been expected of one so
truly theatric, Josephine delayed her
appearance until the stage was clear,
so to speak. She even went so far as
to keep her audience waiting. Pre-
ceded by the Pullman porter, who up
to this time had remained invisible
but now appeared as a proud and shin-
ing minion bearing boxes and traveling
cases, wraps and furs, she at length
appeared, stopping on the last step to
survey, with well affected surprise and
a charming assumption of consterna-
tion, the crowd that packed the plat-
form.
Now, a great many—perhaps all—of
those who made up the eager, curious
crowd, expected to behold a young and
radiant Josephine Judge; they had
seen her in the illustrated Sunday sup-
plements and in the pictorial maga-
zines ; always she was sprightly and
vivid and alluring. They were con-
fronted instead, by a tall, angular
woman of fifty-two or fifty-three, care-
lessly—even “sloppily”—dressed In a
slouchy two-piece pepper and salt
tweed walking costume. What most of
the observers at first took to be a wad
of light brown fur tucked under her
right arm was discovered to be a
beady-eyed “Pekinese.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
»*-H 1 U I 111 H I 11 HH-t- H- M- f l
* HOW TO KEEP
WELL
--
DR. FREDERICK R. GREEN
Editor of “HEALTH”
(©. 1926, Western Newspaper Union.)
SLEEPING SICKNESS
■EVROM time to time the newspapers
in different parts of the country
tell of Isolated cases of “sleeping sick-
ness.” What attracts the attention of
the newspaper men, as well as of the
people in the community, is that some
person has “slept” for an unusual and,
In some cases, an extraordinary long
period. No matter-what the condition
of the patient or the cause of this con-
dition, It is immediately dubbed “sleep-
ing Bickness.”
Now the professional man knows
that this term may be used to desig-
nate any abnormally long period of
sleep or long continued period of un-
consciousness from any one of many
different causes.
There Is, in the tropics, a real dis-
ease called sleeping sickness, due to a
tropical infection but that disease Is
never seen in this country. There may
also be unconsciousness, caused, by
many forms of meningitis or infection
and inflammation of the covering mem-
brane or “meninges” of the brain. This
may follow infection by influenza, ty
phus, measles, mumps, pneumonia or
scarlet fever. Long continued uncon-
sciousness may be caused by brain
tumors or in the last stages of Bright’s
disease. Then there are strange and
mysterious eases in which none of
these causes is present but where the
patient, without being unconscious,
sleeps for an amazingly long time,
rousing from time to time but soon
falling to sleep again.
In a recent article in the Journal of
the American Medical Association, Dr.
William Browning, a well-known neu-
rologist of Brooklyn, reports 28 cases
which he has observed and makes the
very interesting comment that each
one of these patients was, at the time
of the attack, exhausted by prolonged
and excessive overwork and had been
running a long time on a scanty allow-
ance of sleep. In a word, they had
been overworking and undersleeping.
His history of these cases shows how
many of us are starving ourselves for
sleep and how many are the ways, to-
day, in which the body can be kept
on short rations of sleep.
One man of fifty-five was very regu-
lar in his habits and “never went out
nights.” But his son said he “sat up
all hours of the night with a new ra-
dio.” A boy of twelve was overwork-
ing to keep up his school work. A
young man of seventeen was drilling
'one night a week with his regiment,
bowling one night until after midnight,
spending two nights with his girl and
going to business school two nights.
This left him one free night a week
for sleep. Every one of the twenty-
eight patients wag regularly cutting
down his sleep to an entirely insuffi-
cient amount. Physicians and nurses,
for obvious reasons, are particularly
subject to this condition.
Sleep is the one physical need we
can get without cost. Regardless of
special cases, we need eight hours of
sleep every night. If you don’t get it,
you are going to suffer.
MILKING BY MACHINERY
American Slang Spreads
Every language has Its slang, of
course; the dictionary remarks that
the word “slang” itself is derived from
the Norwegian phrase “slengja kjef-
ten,” which means “to sling the Ja- "
But no other language Is in a position
to give Its foundling words the same
publicity that predominance In the air
and on the motion picture screen af-
fords to the American.
TJUMAN life and human effort some-
times seem to be about the cheap-
est commodities there are on the mar-
ket. But careful study of any method
of production will show that machine
labor Is always cheaper than hand
labor. In the old days back on the
farm, there was one job that was al-
ways done by hand no matter how
much machinery the farmer owned.
That was milking the cows. Not only
that but It was firmly believed that it
was one job that always would be
done by hand. Just as in another line
of industry type setting was always
done by hand. For years, the Idea of
machines that would set type or milk
cows was regarded as a joke. "That
is something that only fingers can
ever do.”
Yet for years past, most of the type
has been set and much of the milking
has been done by machinery. Many
farmers still contend that the human
hand is the best and most effective
milking machine to be found. This
has been the subject of much discus-
sion in farm journals and at farmers'
institutes.
The agricultural department of the
University of Illinois decided to find
out the truth. So two experts com-
piled the cost records from 00 Illi-
nois farms for six years. The re-
sults have recently been published and
commented on in the Prairie Farmer.
The report shows that it tabes more
time and . costs more to milk by hand
than by machinery. Figuring on the
basis of one cow for one year, It was
found that It required 133 hours of
hand labor but only 81 hours of ma-
chine labor, a saving of 52 hours per
cow per year. Naturally, the larger
the number of cows, the greater the
saving. Regarding expense, figuring
labor at the rate of 17*4 cents per
hour, it cost $23.44 to milk a cow by
hand for one year and $18.64 per year
to milk a cow by machinery. The only
way that hand labor could be put on
the same scale as machine labor was
by estimating hand labor at 8% cents
an hour and farm labor today cannot
be secured at that price.
Regarding cleanliness, either was
equally good, provided hands, machine,
buckets, strainers and other utensils
were kept clean.
Three Menaces
to Live Stock
Invasion of Foreign Diseases
and Pests Met With
Great Vigor.
(Prepared by th« United States Department
Of Asrloulture.)
Three emergencies, each constitut-
ing a national menace to the live-
stock Industry, were successfully met
during the last fiscal year, according
to the annual report of John R. Moh-
ler, chief of the bureau of animal in-
dustry. Two of them were outbreaks
of foot-and-mouth disease, in Cali-
fornia and Texas, while the third was
the invasion of the United States by
the European fowl pest, a new dis-
ease which, though extending to nine
states, was successfully eradicated.
While emergencies of the kind men-
tioned are sometimes regarded as oc-
currences affecting only the live-stock
Industry, information received from
many sources show clearly the seri-
ous effect on industry and commerce.
These effects extend to unemploy-
ment, transportation difficulties, re-
duced market prices of products, and
public unrest. Realizing such conse-
quences, the bureau has met the in-
vasion of foreign diseases and pests
with the greatest vigor.
Eradicating Tuberculosis.
In eradicating tuberculosis of live
stock the combined state and federal
forces tested about 32 per cent more
cattle than during the preceding year.
Altogether more than 7,000,000 head
were officially tested, of which 3.1 per
cent were condemned as diseased.
This proportion of reactors is a slight
decline compared with former years.
A waiting list of 3,500,000 cattle at
the end of the fiscal year shows the
strong desire among cattle owners to
have their herds tested.
The prevalence of hog cholera dur-
ing the year was unusually low, due
apparently to the practice of us-
ing the preventive-serum treatment.
Though the seeming conquest of this
disease, which at one time caused
enormous losses, is gratifying, the
bureau calls attention to Its treacher-
ous nature and urges extreme watch-
fulness in bringing under control
promptly any new outbreak that may
occur.
Of special Interest to live-stock
growers on farms and ranches
throughout the country are the in-
vestigations conducted on the gov-
ernment’s experiment farms. These
are maintained to solve practical
problems confronting stock owners In
various regions.
Prevent Soft Pork.
One Important investigation deals
with definite methods of preventing
softness' and oiliness of pork, a con-
dition due largely to feeding peanuts,
soy beans, and other oil-bearing feeds.
Numerous state experiment stations,
particularly in the South where the
problem is most serious, are co-
operating with the bureau in this
work which is now In its seventh
year.
Studies of Interest to sheepmen
deal with the rate of wool growth.
Practical knowledge on this Important
question is extremely limited, though
preliminary work shows that the
growth of wool and hair varies con-
siderably during the different months
and seasons of the year.
Extensive investigations concern-
ing the quality, palatability, and food
value of meat were planned during
the year covered by the report, In co-
operation with state experiment sta-
tions, producers, and the meat trade.
This branch of research Is expected
to have an important bearing on the
future of live-stock production and
public knowledge concerning the food
value of meats. In order to provide
a means of measuring the quality of
meat a machine has been designed
for testing the tensile strength of
meat fibers and another for measur-
ing'the force required to shear or break
the fibers.
Sheep drink little water at a time,
but often, so that water should be con-
venient for them.
* * *
Merino is the wool sheep; Shrop-
shire the all-purpose; and Southdown
for the best mptton.
♦ * *
The value of -milk as a feed for
hens Is often overlooked. It will prove
a desirable addition to any laying ra-
tion.
* * *
A goat Is a better protection for
sheep than is any other animal. Dogs
fear goats, but the goat has no fear
of a dog.
* * •
Time and material spent in building
a suitable poultry house or remodel-
ing or refurnishing the old will draw
good dividends.
• * *
Hard, sharp grit for grinding feed,
and oyster shells to supply lime for
egg shells are both necessary. Neither
will replace the other.
* • *
Keep the body weight of pullets up
during cold weather by feeding liberal
amounts of scratch grain, say poultry
specialists of the Pennsylvania State
college.
• • •
The feeder who does not make sure
of a sufficient supply of feed to carry
the cattle purchased the desired time
or to the desired condition often runs
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A new attractive agent, geraniol, for
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