The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 27, No. 6, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 13, 1916 Page: 3 of 12
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THE CUPPER. HENNESSEY, OKLAHOMA
AUTHOR OF "THE FIGHTER," "CALEB CON-
OVER," "SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE." ETC.
NOVELIZED FROM PATHE PHOTO_PLAY OF
THE SAME NAME BY WILL M. RITCMEY.
LIKE A RAT IN A TRAP
While Max Lamar was musing In
miserable uncertainty over the prob-
lem of June's guilt or innocence, June
herself was confronted by a problem
quite as disheartening and far more
Mary had told her of "Smiling Sam"
Eagan's presence in the Travis houae,
and June realized all it might mean
June could bear the suspense no
longer. Impulsively she got to her
feet and crossed the room toward the
"Where are you going, dearie,"
asked Mary In sudden anxiety.
"I'm going to see him," replied June.
Juno had taken off her hat. and as
she spoke she was stripping the gloves
from her hands. The left glove came
off first. Then, as the right glove was
half removed, Its wearer noted the
pulsing Red Circle on her hand. In-
stinctively she drew the glove over it.
Meantime Mary had flung herself be-
tween June and the door, exclaiming
"Oh, my dear, my dear 1 Vou mustn't 1
He—he might kill you!"
"Kill me?" ochoed June, bitterly.
"I almost wish he would!"
"If you're going there," declared the
valiant nurse, giving up the unequal
battle, "then I'm going too. I'll keep
him from harming my baby if anyone
June a step ahead, they emerged
into the gloomy attic room.
From an impromptu couch of patched
quilts and moth-eaten pillows, between
two trunks, a frowsy head cautiously
came into view
At sight of June and Mary he
"Well, well!" he rumbled, In mock
cordiality, "it seems like this is my
"Sam," said the girl, facing the
grinning fugitive. "I've come here to
have you help me."
"Help you?" repeated Eagan. puz-
"Yes, by leaving here."
"Oh, I see. Nothin' doing, sweetie.
"Please!" Implored June, again
checking Mary's wrathful effort to in-
terrupt. "Please go! Please don't en-
danger me by staying here. At any
moment my mother may find you're
hidden in our house. Yama or one of
the other servants may tell her.
"That's up to you," philosophically
answered Sam. "That's your share of
the game, Miss Travis. 1 can t look
out for everything."
"I did all I could for you when you
came out of prison, penniless and an
outcast," went on June, ignoring his
flippancy. "I gave yor help. I gave
you money. I found work for you.
I tried to make up to you for what
you had suffered and to put you on
your feet again. 1 didn't ask any re-
ward; not even your gratitude. But
now that I'm in such dire peril, won't
you please help me by going away and
saving me from the danger of your
presence here? Every minute you
stay in this house is a menace to me.
Oh, please go!"
"Go?" he safd argumentatively, and
still smiling at her. "Go where? To
"But I'll give you enough money
"You sure will, miss. I'll see to
that. But not till it's safe to sneak
out. I'm laying low, Just now. And
you're goin' to help me do it."
"But don't you see what it means to
me?" pleaded June. "You can't stay
hidden here indefinitely. I! my moth-
er should happen to come up to the
"If she does," interposed Sam, al-
most solemnly, "so much the worse
"Oh!" cried June In horror.
"Listen here!" went on Eagan, a
note of rough authority in his voice.
"Let's you and me come to a show-
down. It ain't a time for meelodrayma
or gallery plays or highfalutin talk.
Come down to cases. You're goin' to
keep on hidin' me here and feedin me
and protectin' me; na' when 1 get out,
you're goin' to keep me on Easy
street. Not because you want to. But
"Cut out the snappy stuff!" ordered
Sam. "Treat me easy and you'll find
me easy to treat. That s always been
my way. But come any rough business
with me. and you'll alwayi find me
on hand with a bucketfu. of trouble.
Remember that. So don't call names,
any more. Huh!" he rumbled In con-
tempt. "You're a swell ore to be
talkin' to me as if I wasn't as good
as you. Why. you and me Is in the
same pew. If you think we ain't, just
take a look at that!"
As he spoke be caught her by the
right wrist and tore away the loose-
hanging glove from the back of her
hand. The Red Circle blazed Into view.
Both women broke into fierce
speech. But Eagan's deep voice eas
ily dominated and drowned their
words of anger.
"1 stay right here, my lidy," he an
nour.ced loudly. "And you'll see I'm
well took care of. If you don't—or If
you try to double-cross me. everybody
is goin' to know all about Circle Jim s
daughter. Get that?"
Next morning, June put on a riding
habit, ordered her saddle horse
brought to the door In half an hour,
and then shut herself in her own
Taking from a drawer the big
packet of banknotes she bad stolen
from Farwell's safe, she counted them
carefully. Then she sat down at her
typewriter and pounded out a half
dozen lines. Addressing a large en-
velope, she put the typed sheet into
it and stuffed the sheaf of banknotes
in there, too. Sealing the envelope,
she thrust It Into the Inside pocket of
her riding coat, and ran downstairs.
June turned her horse's head toward
the section of the city where stood
the Farwell corporation s factory. It
was not a savory neighborhood, at
best. And this morning it was even
less peaceful than usual. For the
bulk of the Farwell employees were
gathered in the big yard of the fac-
tory holding an impromptu indignation
Silas Farwell's failure to keep his
word about sharing with his men the
profits of the concern was the theme
of their spokesman's harangue.
From the building's entrance. Far-
well watched the gathering of the
men in the yard.
At last, as he was about to go into
his office, Farwell saw the spokesman
ai d two of his audience detach them-
selves from the group and walk to-
ward him. He understood the object
of their visit.
His right hand slipped Into the
pocket of his coat, and his fingers
closed about the cold butt of a pistol
that rested there.
The men drew near. At sight of
their employer, they halted, glanced
at one another, and then stepped up
to him. taking off their hats as they
"Mr. Farwell," began the spokes-
man, nervously, clearing his voice as
he spoke, "Mr. Farwell, we are a dele-
gation from the hands, chosen—chosen
to ask you if you mean to make good
on your promise to share profits with
"No," said Farwell, coolly, "I don't.
1 explained that, in the notice I had
the janitor tack up on the work-room
"Then, you rotten crook." roared
the spokesman, lo&;r« hold of his tem-
per, "What do you mean to do?"
"Just thi3." answered Farwell.
Before the others could guess his
intent, his left fist caught the spokes-
man. flush on the point of the jaw,
and sent him sprawling.
The stricken man scrambled to his
feet. His two companion.! at his side
he sprang like an angry dog at Far-
well's throat. But the three men
stopped their rush almost in midair,
as the factory owner flashed out the
pistol from his coat pocket and lev
eled it at the foremost of them.
"Go back to your work," said Far-
well. breaking the momentary silence
Beneath the menace of the leveled
weapon and the dominating gaze of
their employer, the trio looked sheep-
ishly at each other; then, one by
one. turned and shuffled away toward
The three delegates returned to
their fellows The rest of the men
crowded eagerly around them for news
oi the interview.
"It's no use," reported the spokes-
because you've got to. Because if you i man. "1 asked him, and bo—"
don't, you know 1 can tell a whole lot j Something white flew through the
of int'restin' things about Circle Jim | air, striking him across the eyes and
.Borden's crook daughter." j then falling to the ground at his feet.
"You bca^Jt!" flamed J me. "You ! The spokesman looked around him in
Increased fertility means maximum
,returns from the soil, and only in such
returns ure there great profits. Corn
land silage call first for tillage, then
for stock, and these two Insure the
Choicest of Vegetables.
Brussels sprouts, when well grown,
are one of the choicest vegetables for
late fall and early winter. Well-grown
plants should be set 2 by 3 feet apart
In rich, well-prepared soil.
bewilderment. So did the other men.
Clover, a Soil Improver.
For building up soil, clover should
be used instead of timothy. Its roots
can store nitrogen, which the plant
takes from the air, so that even when
part of the crop is removed, a great
deal of plantfood Is left behind.
Good "crop Insurance" for new set-
tlers Is to use acclimated seed If pos-
sible. The nearer seed was grown to
where it Is planted the safer Is the
Th«* had • fleeting Blimps* of ■ |tn
on horseback, riding away from the
board fence that divided the yard from
"She threw it at you." said one ot
the men. "I saw her. What Is It?'
The spokesman had stooped and was
picking up the white thing that had
struck him It was a large envelope.
very thick The others pressing close
around him in jostling curiosity, he
tore open one end of the envelope.
Out fell a packago of big denomina
tlan bills. A cry of amaze broke from
the crowd. The spokesman, holding
the money In one hand, stared stupidly
at the envelope. He read aloud the
FOR THE EMPLOYEES OF THE
What the blue blazes—!" he sput-
Then be saw a sheet of notepaper
sticking half way out of the torn en-
velope. He drew it forth and, In a
voice shaking with wonder, read the
few typed lines It contained:
"Accept and distribute the Inclosed
as part payment of your accumulated
co-operative profits in the Farwell cor-
A cheer from hundreds of hoarse
throats broke in on his reading.
"Come on!" yelled the spokesman,
enthusiastically, as he flourished the
handful of big bills, "Come on, boys'
Let's go to the boss and thank him.
He's a white man, after all."
Farwell, in his ground floor office,
overlooking the yard, glanced out of
the open window, just in time to see
the crowd start toward the building.
Presently, his look of dogged defi-
ance changed to one of bewilderment.
Just then, the front rank of them
caught sight of Farwell standing In
the open window. A roar went up
"Three cheers for Silas Farwell!"
shouted the spokesman
The three cheers were given with a
The men came to a halt Just in
front of the window, shoving forward
the spokesman, who still held the
bundle of money In one hand and the
typewritten letter in another.
"Mr. Farwell," he began, "we want
to thank you. It was a funny way
of sending us our cash, but it was
mighty welcome. And I want to apol-
ogize to you for—"
"What are you blithering about?"
queried Farwell, in dire perplexity.
"And what's that money you're shak-
ing at me? What is—?"
"The money?" echoed the spokes-
man, as a murmur of surprise ran
through the crowd. "Why, the co-
operative profits money, of course.
The money this letter of your agent—"
He got no further. Farwell reached
out of the window and snatched the
typed note from his hand.
"Who gave you this?" roared Far-
well when he could get his voice.
"A girl," answered the puzzled
spokesman "On horseback. Threw
it over the fence to me. She rode
paBt, two minutes ago. And—"
But Farwell, note In hand, had bolt-
ed out Into the street. He was just
in time to see a girl, mounted on a
slenderly built saddle horse, turn a
corner, several blocks away, and van-
ish from his view
Alongside the opposite curb lounged
a mounted policeman, chatting with a
passerby. Farwell ran across and
seized the officer by the arm.
"Did you see a woman ride past
here a few moments ago?" he de-
"Why, yes," returned the patrolman,
wondering at his interlocutor's Excite-
ment "I did. 1 didn't take much
notice to her, except that she rode
mighty well. She'd gotten past me be-
fore I saw her. Is—?"
'She has robbed me," Interrupted
Farwell "Catch her! She turned to
the left at the third corner. She's
riding slowly. You can catch up—"
His last words were drowned in the
clatter of hoofbeats as the policeman
put his horse to a gallop.
The girl, as sue trotted homeward,
heard behind her the hurrying hoof-
beats of a horse hard-ridden. She
glanced back. And she understood.
The pursuer was scarce a quarter-
To her right, only a block away,
ran the park If she could gain that
in safety, she might perhaps be able
to give her pursuer the slip, some-
where in its winding bridle path.
As she dashed into the park, she
heard him close behind
A quarter mile farther on she could
see the outstretched bay head at her
knee. The bay crept farther and far-
And now a blue arm shot forth, as
the policeman snatched at her bridle.
June, driven on by an impulse arnaz
ingly foreign to her gentle nature,
whirled about in the saddle, and with
her riding crop she slashed the ofli
cer full athwart his red face.
Under the hot pain and surprise ot
the assault, he lurched in his saddle;
unconsciously jerking his bridlehand
to one side. At the gesture, his bridle
wise horse veered suddenly to the
The rider, unprepared for this light
ning-quick shift of his mount's stride,
lost bis seat and was pitched head
long into the driveway, where he lay
On rmred June, unpursued A* she
rode reaction set In She realized that
her horse was a reek with lather and
sweat To avoid Inquiry, she rode to
the stable by a back way. dismounted
there and left the horse with a wou
Then, on foot, she turned her steps
toward the Travis house—where Fate
crouched waiting fo. her. Decidedly,
this was a day of shocks.
Max Lamar had done little sleeping
and much heartsick thinking, during
the past twenty-four hours. And now
at last, be had nerved himself to make
the test he had planned—the test
which, be believed, would provo to
him, once and for all, June's guilt or
With shrinking heart, but with firm
step, he approached the Travis house.
And at the same moment, Yama.
the Jap butler, was privily conveying
"Smiling Sam' Eagan's late breakfast
to the attic. For some occult reason,
Sam loved to torment and frighten the
dapper little butler. And Yamas vis
its to the hiding place were moments
of terror to the poor little yellow man
Today was no exception. He set the
tray down in front of Sam and started
to pour out a glass of wine for him
But Yama s band shook pitifully, from
sheer fright A spoonful of wine fell
on Sam's knee.
With a truly terrifying growl Eagan
snatched tip the carving knife he still
carried In his belt and rushed at th
I'm going to cut my monicker on
your measly heart!" he snarled.
Yama did not pause to see If the
threat would be fulfilled. Dropping
everything, he fled.
Eagan returned the knife to Its
place, chuckling amusedly at the
scare he had given the butler Then
he picked up the bottle of wine and
tried to read Its label.
But the light was dim and his eyes
were nearsighted He went over to
the window to get a better view of
the label Close to the pane he stood
for an instant, curiously and laborious
ly spelling out the name.
And, In that instant. Max Lamar,
turning in at the front walk, chanced
to look up—and saw him.
Lamar halted and stared upward
more keenly. But Sam had moved
away from the window. Max, with
the excitement of a hound on the
scent, bounded up the veranda steps.
At the top, he collided violently with
a little figure that shot out of the
front door. It was Yama. still in
flight from Sam's imaginary pursuit.
"What's up?" demanded Max.
Yama stared, speechless and gasp-
"What's the matter?" repeated La-
mar. "Did you see him, too? Were
you going for the police?"
"Saw—saw nobody!" babbled the
Jap, still remembering Sam's threat
of what he would do should Yama y
tray his hiding place. "Saw nobody.
Going for a little walk. 1—"
"Going for a little hundred-yard
dash, you mean," corrected the per-
plexed Lamar. "Let me in there. I've
"Why, Mr Lamar!" exclaimed
voice from the foot of the steps.
Max turued, to see June, in riding
dress, crop In hand, mounting the
veranda toward him.
"Miss Travis!" he said, hurriedly,
"1 caught a glimpse of a man I'm al-
most sure was Sam Eagan."
"Really?" asked June, her heart
beating fast. "How interesting!
"In that topmost window of your
bouse. The attic window, 1 suppose.
"What nonsense!" she laughed, nerv-
ously. "I.ow could he possibly— ?"
'I must go and look for him," insist-
ed Lamar. "That is, if you'll let me.
He probably remembered your good-
ness to bim in other days, and sneaked
in here to try to persuade you to help
him. Let me go in, please. He
mustn't get away from us again."
June, too confused to make any pro-
test, led the way into the house. She
was sick with terror. In the library
doorway they met Mrs Travis She
came forward, cordially, to greet
Lamar. The crime specialist cut short
her salutations by saying, brusquely:
"Mrs. Travis, 1 have reason to think
a criminal is hiding in this house.
'Smiling Sam' Eagan, the crook 1 told
you about, down at Surfton May 1
search for him?"
"Why certainly," assented the star-
tled old lady. "But—oh, I do hope you
are mistaken, Mr. Lamar! I can't
Max had already started up the
stairs. June, dreading to go with him,
yet dreading far more to remain in
suspense, followed Mary, who had
been crossing the lower hall as Lamar
entered, hurried after her.
The search of the next floor was
"He's not down here!" declared the
crime specialist at last, in growing im-
patience. "I'm going to try the at-
tic. How do I get to it?"
He was standing close to the door
way, as he spoke, the doorway lead
ing to the attic stairs. And his strong
voice carried every word to the fugi-
At the sound, Eagan started to his
feet, knife in hand. This attic was
no plM« to be corn end like A rat la
a trap. If he could net downstair*.
a knife-thrust In Lamar's body might
leave the way free for him to escape
to the street. Yes. and that same
knife-thrust might silence Lamar for-
ever If so, he had no fear of the
household's women blabbing as to who
had done the murder. They would
Knife in tist. Eagan tiptoed down
the stairs. With bis free sand ha
opened the door a little way. and
peeped out into the upper hall.
Lamar bad just moved from that
very door, and was standing with his
back to him, only a few feet away,
looking about for the entrance to the
But June saw the door open. Sha
saw the broad, hideous face, the tight-
gripped knife. She saw Sam crouch
for a spring. Ghe saw him, knife
raised, launch himself at the unsus-
Then, as the man stabbed, June
awoke from her daze of horrified inac-
tion. With a scream she seized Lamar,
and by main force hurled him to one
side and half way around.
The knife-thrust missed Its mark
by the fraction of an inch Lamar,
whirling, caught sight ot his toe. As
Eagan's arm went back to stab again.
Max grappled him.
Back and forth across the hall, the
two men swayed and lurched In their
fierce wrestle. The shoulder of one
of the two close-locked bodies struck
against the attic door, slamming It
shut Chairs were overturned, and
the hallway became a bedlam of noise
Sam managed to wrench bis knife
hand free. He lunged murderously
at Lamar's throat. Max was too late
to guard the blow But he shifted his
lithe body to one side The blade
flashed past it and was buried, half
to the hilt, in the wood of the door.
Sam now turned his full attention to
the task of crushing his opponent
with his bare bauds.
Max merely defended himself, as
best he could. At last he was able to
draw his pistol.
But, as he did so, Sam seized the
crime specialist's right wrist with
both his own huge hands, and exert-
ing all his brute strength and weight,
twisted Max's hand outward and up-
No human power could withstand
that pressure, so suddenly and skill-
fully exerted. The pistol leaped (ron
Lamar's opened fingers and fell to the
Mrs. Travis, at first sound of the
battle, darted into the nearest room,
snatched up a telephone and sum-
moned police headquarters.
It took her some moments to get the
connection, because police headquar-
ters "Central" was Just then listen-
ing to a patrolman's thrilling account
of the way Attorney Charles Gordon
had come to the chief of police, a ti -
tle while before, and given himself up
to Justice—laughing as he did so.
But presently Mrs. Travis was
switched from headquarters to the
precinct station phone. And in less
than a minute two policemen were on
their wav to the Travis house.
Meantime, the fight in the hall had
reached a new and more vital stage
—a skirmish for possession of the
It was Sam Eagan who at last
selzet. the pistol. Despite his enemy a
efforts he gradually worked Its muz-
zle toward Lamar's writhing body.
The muzzle at last touched Max's
side. Sam's finger tightened on the
trigger. In the same moment the pis-
tol spun out ot his hand, exploding
harmlessly, the heavy-caliber bullet
burying itself in the woodwork of the
June had seen the newest peril of
the man she loved, and with her riding
crop had struck his would-be murderer
heavily across the knuckles.
Sam whirled about to face her. As
he did so Lamar snatched up a heavy
vase from a pedestal and brought it
down with all his remaining force
upon Eagan's head.
Smiling Safn dropped to the floor
like a stricken bull.
Max bent over him and snapped a
pair of handcuffs on the senseless
man's thick wrists. Then, weak and
dizzy and panting. Lamar rose again to
bis feet, swaying as he tried to stand
"He must have broken in here last
night," he gasped. "Miss Travis, I owe
you my life. [—"
"Your hand is cut!" cried June. "See,
it's bleeding! Let me bind it up for
The tramp of feet sounded on the
stairs below them. The two policemen,
escorted by the chattering and shud-
dering Yama, ascended to the upper
hallway. At a word from Lamar they
picked up the unconscious Eagan and
lugged him away between them.
Max, still reeling with exhaustion,
turned abruptly to June.
"Miss Travis," be said. "I must ask
you one or two questions. I would
cut off my right arm sooner than ask
them. But I must. Everything de-
pends on your answers."
June forced a smile to her ashen
lips. She knew the moment bad come
The moment of reckoning, which she
bo long had dreaded
(END OF 12TH INSTALLMENT I
BELL HAS HISTORY
HANGS IN CONNECTICUT VILLAGE
AND IS VERY OLD.
Cast in Spain Many Centuries Ago, It
Has Passed Through Numerous
Vicissitudes to a Truly Peace-
ful "Old Age."
The oldest ■ *!! in the United States
end one of tki oldest In the world is
In Bust Huddam, Conn. The Inscrip-
tion on it tells that it was cast 1"
Spain in the year 815, not long after
the conquest of Spain by the Moors.
If the bell could speak it might tell
how It suw the Moors lay waste the
fair vineyards of Castile and how for
4<X) years it lived under Moorish rule.
It might tell of the note it sung In the
chimes that rang out the marriage of
Ferdinand and Isabel in the town of
Aragon. It might tell how for 600
years it called for the rich and poor
for Joy and for sorrow, ringing out
the bridal procession ami tailing for
the dead. Then, when the great Na-
poleon sacked Spain in the early nine-
teenth century and the duke of Well-
ington overthrew him, this little bell
was removed, its home was razed and,
in sad company with many others, it
was taken away.
In 1835 a shipload of bells, that once
hung in Spanish churches which Na-
poleon had destroyed, was sent to
America. Here the bells were to be
recast and hung in the churches of the
The little bell, even then too old to
travel, a veteran in the world's battles
and a singer of great worth, was
shipped along in this motley throng.
At this time in East Haddam, Conn.,
lived William Willys Pratt, a New
York ship chandler. His wife's family
was closely Identified with St. Steph-
en's Episcopal society, which had
erected a church on the hill east of
The little church was minus a bell.
Knowing of the shipload of hells and
being able to obtain one of the load,
they purchased the old Spanish bell.
The little bell was selected from among
many hundreds of others because of
Its lovely tone and hung soon after In
the chapel of St. Stephen.
For *>" years it rang out the Joys
and sorrows of this new people from
the church belfry. The woodland and
the river echoed Its sweet tones. Again
it called the people to worship on the
Sabbath. It tolled for the departed
and sang love songs for the newly
Later (lie little St. Stephen church
was condemned, worn out and unused,
but the bell was still singing, with vel-
vety voice, to the people of the town.
After the church was destroyed the
hell was placed on an old stone wall
near the little schoolhoose of Nathan
Hale, and but for the interest of two
who knew and loved the old bell it
would have been lost. Even so, the
exposure to the weather and the great
age of the bell made it crack, greatly
Impairing its lovely tone.
In the early days of East Haddam,
two boys had daily played In the little
church, tinkering their sticks and nails
against the old bell and enjoying its
tiny tones. When their old friend was
neglected, for the bell was almost hu-
man to them, these boys, grown old
themselves now, were not willing to
see it left on the stone wall.
The Daughters of the Revolution
had just purchased the little school-
house of Nathan Hale In East Had-
dam, and to this society applied one of
these men In behalf of the bell.
Through his Intercession It was hutig
again, this time In the new St. Steph-
en's church, by the side of the Na-
than Hale school, and again it is do-
ing service with its cracked voice for
Class In History.
Perhaps one result of activity In
the North sea will be to teach every-
body how to spell Skager Rack, or
Skagerrak, as'the Danes have It, and
also refresh popular knowledge of
this part of the map, which the Kiel
canal has a little blurred. In the old
days the complicated entrance to the
Baltic was a favorite specialty of
teachers of geography, and every class
had to wrestle with the names and
twistings of the Cattegat and the
Skager Rack, not to speak of the
Sound and the Great and Little Belt
which last name was also Impressed
upon the class in United States his-
tory by the British warship which bore
it. But though the natural entrance to
the Baltic is still Important, at the
present moment, indeed, of immense
importance, in our time interest has
been diverted to the straighter and
simpler way which the canal has
opened; perhaps many present-day
pupils would have difficulty in sketch-
ing the tortuous bit of coast for the
control of which great fleets are con-
Protect Water Trough.
Why does not every farmer erect a
neat shade of some sort over his water
tank or trough? Au opening only on
one side Is all that Is necessary. Such a
protection keeps out snow and sleet
in winter and the hot sun in summer.
Look for Leakage.
If you have lost money during the
past year, look for the leakage; It may
be you are carrying too many star
boarders among your cows, sows and
Good for Poultry Yard.
Plum and cherry trees are especially
adapted to the poultry yard, and are
greatly benefited by the presence of
fowls about their roots. Peach trees
will grow more rapidly ami sooner pro-
duce fruit and give abundant shade.
Encourage the Birds.
Protect the birds. Give them houses
and shrubbery and they will work for
you and give you entertainment. Place
a pan of water where they can drink
Blackberries and raspberries are
usually profitable for six to twelve
years after planting. Gooseberries and
currants produce profitable crops for
20 years, strawberries from two to
Not Good for Litter.
Barn-floor swefepings and chaff
should never be used for litter when
the hens or chicks are compelled to
scratch In them, as they wlU cause
Peppermint in First Place.
Peppermint candy holds its own
against all comers in the saccharine
world. There Is more than sixty, times
as much peppermint used as winter-
green and about nine times as much
peppermint as black birch.
Peppermint beats spearmint four to
one, but these various oils are not all
used for flavoring candy, says the Phil-
adelphia Ledger. The output of pep-
permint grows larger every day and
spearmint doubled in six years, but
wintergreen is failing rapidly at the
rate of 15 per cent a year, anil birch
Is going down more than half that
fast. As John L. Sullivan remarked;
"Peppermint now and then
la relished by the driest men."
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The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 27, No. 6, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 13, 1916, newspaper, July 13, 1916; (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc106033/m1/3/: accessed April 25, 2018), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.