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Show THE TIMES-NEW- NEPIII, UTAH S, 90oooooooooouoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooeocs ness calls him, and I don't bored." ism inroMWiiPitM By WM. MacLEOD RAINE Copyrlrht by O. W. Dllllncham "They are pensioned, aren't they?" "They are not," returned Jack curtly. The mine owners of Goldbanks don't In believe encouraging negligence. If these workmen hadn't taken chances they probably would not have But If they been killed, you see. didn't take chances none of the men could earn a living for their families. It Is plain how very much to blame they are." Moya looked across the summits of the hills Into the brilliant sunset that lay like a wonderful canvas In the crotch of the peaks. A troubled little frown creased her forehead. She was unusually silent on the way home. Once she looked np and asked Captain Kilmeny a question. "After all, two wrongs don't make a right, do they?" 'No, dear clrl. Life's full of injus tice. I dare say some of the men I lead are better than Ned Kilmeny, but I've got to forget that . and sit tight In the seat that's been dealt me If Jack is trying to by the cards. justify hlghgrading, he hasn't a leg to stand on." She sighed. "You don't think, do you, that He answered her broken sentence. Don't know. He doesn't play the game by the same rules we do, but my Judgment is that the gossip about him has no basis of fact." The girl he loved gave hlin one grateful look and fell again into silence. Captain Kllmeny walked beside his slim, tall, worshipful sweetheart She was his with a heavy heart. promised bride. That she would keep faith he did not doubt But the progress that he made In winning her love was so little that he seemed to himself to be marking time. The shadow of his vagabond cousin still lay be tween them. "MY HOUR" BYNOPSIS. Word that their nigrhtly frolica are distasteful to a party of "high-tone- d British-era- " recently arrived at the Lodge, among them an army captain and his sister of the same name as himself, Is brought to Jack Kllmeny (known to his intimates as Crumbs) and some friends camplqg on the Gunnison In Colorado. Called to account for the uproar by Dobyans Verln-de- r, snobbish millionaire, member of the British party. Jack snubs that Individual and has a friendly chat with Moya Dwlght, attractive Irish glrL Jack has no use for his British relatives, two of whom he knows are at the Lodge. While fishing. Jack again meets Miss Dwlght, and by her Is Introduced to the other members of the chief of whom are Lord andparty, as Lady "Mr. Crumbs." Jack Farquhar, is Immensely Impressed by the loveliness of Joyce Seldon, companion of Moya. Next day, at Gunnison, the Farquhar party sees "Mr. Crumbs" win the bucking broncho championship. He disappears after the contest. On their way home Moya and her companions are overtaken by a sheriff's posse In pursuit of two men who have robbed the treasurer of the County Fair association rjt the proceeds of the show. The sheriff declares the men are Jack Kllmeny ("Crumbs") and his friend Colter. Captain Kllmeny and his sister realize that Jack Is their cousin. His participation In the robbery seems assured. Jack meets Moya and convinces her of his Innocence of the crime charged against him. Joined by the Farquhar party. Jack's relationship to Captain Kllmeny and his sister Is established. He leaves them. With Jack Kllmeny his prisoner, the sheriff makes a short stay at the Lodge. Jack, on leaving, takes the captain's hat instead of his own. In Jack's hat Moya and India discover a paper giving directions for finding a package. Captain Kllmeny and the two gfrla find It the money stolen r CHAPTER XI from the fair association. Convinced that Jack Is altogether unworthy of her thoughts, Moya becomes engaged to Captain Kllmeny, who has long been her suitor. Meeting Jack, Moya frankly tells him the discovery of the "loot" has convinced her he Is a thief. She incidentally reveals the fact that Captain Kllmeny is on his way to return the Jack leaves her. The money. captain Is held up and robbed of the cash. Jack admits the holdup, explains the mystery and is restored to the confidence of the visitors. Moya and Joyce Seldon are caught in a blizzard. They seek refuge in the cabin of two miners and are In worse danger. Jack arrives, fights the two miners, saves the two girls and takes them to Goldbanks. Verlnder Industriously circulates the charge that Jack la a hlghgrader. CHAPTER X Co. One Maid Continued 10 Two Men Jack saw to It that he and Joyce followed the others down the trail at The early very leisurely pace. night of the Rockies as already cut ting them off from the rest of the world. Captain Kllmeny and his betrothed could be seen as shadows growing every minute more tenuous. India and her escort were rlready lost In t e descending darkness. It was the first time that the Gold- hnnks miner bad ever been alone with Miss Seldon. He meant to make the most of his chance. Her loveliness sang Its way through his alert, masterful eyes into the blood of the man. They talked little, and that irrelevantly. In both of them the tide of emotion ran full. Each was drawn by the subtle Irresistible maruet of sex attraction. When their eyes met It was but for an Instant A shyness, delirious and delightful, ran like a golden thread through the excitement which burned their blood. "We . . . must hurry." Joyce breathed deep, ae If sre had been running. "Why must we?" he demanded. "This Is my hour. I claim t" "But they're getting ahead of us." "Let them." ne gave her bis hand to help her down a steep place In the But no admission of this showed In Ills strong brown face. His raordent eyes mocked her while lie went Into a whimsical argument to show that hlghgrading was really a virtue. since It tended to keep the rich from growing richer and the poor poorer. lie wanted to know by what moral right Verlnder owned the Mollie Gib ton and the Never Quit any more than he did. The mine owner, pulling from the xertlons of the last bit of ascent, ex claimed Indignantly: "Own 'em, by Jove I Doesn't a Johnny own what be buys and pays for 7" "You don't suppose that when' God or Nature or the First Cause created that ore vein a million years ago He had Dohyans Verlnder in mind as the owner," derided Kllmeny. "Thnta all anarcMstii rot, you know. Those mines are my property, at least a commanding Interest. They're mine because I bought the shares. Government If founded on a respect for property rights." "So I've observed," retorted , Jack dryly. "I'd back thnt opinion, too, If I owned half of Grldbanks." "I suppose Mr. Klimeny's hlghgrad ing friends are superior to law. It Isn't necessary for them to abide by the rules society has found best for Its protection," Mora suggested. The engnglng smile of the accused rested upon Miss Dwlght "I met you and your friends In a motorcar yester day. I'll bet that speedometer said twenty-livmiles, but the town ordlnance puts the speed limit at fifteen. What about that?" No "You know that's different moral question was Involved Hut when It comes to taking what belongs But I Did Last Year and the Year to another well, I say that thief Bsfore That." Is a thief." as Miss rivet. "Right Dvlght nut trail. Their fingers laced, palm clingyou're begging the question. Does that ing to pill in, "You . . . mustn't," She ore belong to Dohyans Verlnder any promore than It does to well, to Jack tested. "Mustn't IT Kllmeny, say, for the sake of argu ment? I go down there and risk my "No o." life blasting it out He" The note of falntness wag In her "nut you don't," Interrupted Moya. voice. Courage flooded him In trium"Not today, perhaps or yesterday phant wares. A moment and tils Hut I did Inst year and the year be- anus were about her, the velvet of fore that I've brought up In my arms her cheek against his. She lay still the bodies of men torn to pieces and for an Instant, pulses throbbing wildcarried them to their wives and kid ly. Hut when his lips found hers the dies. How about those women and wonmn In her awoke. In an ecstasy children? Haven't they earned an In of tenderness her arms crept around In the mine? . Isn't their mora his neck, and she clung to him. A claim greater than that of Mr. Verln distant sea surf roared In her ears. der. who sits in Iiondon and draws For the first time In her Ufa passion bad drowned coquetry. thm OMdatidsr - .... e They spoke in kisses. In caresses, In little murmured nothings, as lovers will till the end of time. Something sweet and turbulent swelled In her bosom, an emotion new and Inexplic able. For the first time In many ex periences of the sex duel she was afraid of herself, of the strength of this Impassioned feeling that was She disengaged her sweeping her. self from his embrace and stood back. Beneath the quick probe of his eyes a faint tremor passed through her body.' The long lashes fell to the hot cheeks and curtained lambent windows of light "What are we doing?" she cried softly. I'm making love to you, "Doing? sweetheart, and you're telling me you love me for It," he answered, capturing her hands. I don't want you "Yes, but to . . . make love to me . . . that ... way." "You do." He laughed aloud, and with a swift motion drew her to him again. "We belong, yon witch." His ardent kisses smothered her and drew the color Into her lovely face. She yearned toward him, faint with a sweet, exquisite longing. Was this love then? Had it at last trapped her In spite of her cool wariness? She did not know. All she was sure of was that she wanted to be In his strong arms and to feel forever this champagne leap of the blood. With the excuse that she must dress for dinner, Joyce went at once to her room and locked the door. Discarding the walking suit she was wearing, she slipped Into a negligee gown and seated herself before the glass. She liked, while thinking things over, to look at herself In the mirror. The picture that she saw always evoked pleasant It was so now. fugitive memories. Never had her beauty seemed so radiant and vital, so much an Inspiration of the spirit In her. How had he dared? She was a rare Imperious queen of hearts. No man before had ever ravished kisses from her In such turbulent fashion. When she thought of the abandon with which she had given herself to his lips and bis embrace, tt.3 dye What was deepened on her cheeks. this shameless longing that had car ried her to him as one looking down from a high tower Is drawn to throw himself over tjie edge? It was of herself, not him, that she was afraid. She hod wanted his kisses. She had rejoiced In that queer, exultant stir of the blood when his eyes stabbed fathoms deep Into hers. What was the matter with her? Always she had felt a contempt for girls who threw away substantial advantages for what they called love. After steering a course as steady as a mariner's compass for years was she going to play the fool at last? Wai she going to marry a pauper, a worklngman, one accused of crime, merely because of the ridic ulous emotion he excited In her? The Idea waa of course absurd. Joyce Seldon was the last woman in the world to make a poor man's wife. Tomorrow she must have a serious talk with him and set the matter on a proper footing. She must not let herself be swept away by any quixotic sentiment The trouble waa that she liked him so well. When they met. her good resolutions would be likely to melt In the air. Perhaps it would be better to wait It was now only ten days till the time set for leaving. She might write him her decision. It would be sweet to bold him as long as she could. When Joyce sailed down the corri dor to thj parlor which adjoined the of the party, she privv dining-roocaught a iUmpse of Verlnder turning a corner of I'je passage toward his room. Lady F'aquhar was alone In the parlor. Didn't I see Mr. Verlnder going out?" asked Joyce, sinking Indolently Into the easiest chair and reaching for a magazine. "Yes. At least he was here." Aftc a moment Lady Farquhar added quietly: "He leaves tomorrow." "Leaves Joyce looked up quickly. a think he Is Joyce understood the significance the retort Verlnder at last bad re volted against being played with fast and loose. He was going because of her violent flirtation with Jack Kllmeny. This was his declaration of Independence. Miss Seldon was alarmed. She bad not for a minute Intended to let the millionaire escape. The ery possibility of it frightened her. It had not occurred to her that the little man had spirit enough to resent her course so With the prospect of loseffectively. ing it in sight, his great wealth loomed up to dwarf the desire of the hour. She blamed herself because In the excitement of her affair with Kllmeny she had for the first time in her life let herself forget real values. But Joyce was too cool a hand to waste time In repining so long as there was a chance to repair the damage. Was the lost prize beyond recovery? Two points were In her favor. Verlnder had not yet gone, and he was very much Infatuated with her. She would have to flatter him by abasing herself, by throwing herself upon his mercy. But since this must be done, she was prepared to pay the price. It appeared that Dohyans Verlnder did not Intend to give her an opportunity. From the soup to the walnuts the topic of conversation had to do with the Impending departure of the mine owner. Joyce wus prepared to be very kind to him,' but be did not for an Instant let his eyes dwell In hers. Behind the curtain of her dark silken lashes she was alertly conscious of the man without appearing to be so. He meant to snub her, to leave without seeing her alone. That was to be her punishment for having cut too deep Into his He was ' going to Jilt her. During dinner and during that subsequent half hour while the ladies waited for the men to- rejoin them, Joyce was in a tremor of anxiety. If Jack would only stay away until she could see Verlnder . . . She called the mine owner to her the Instant that the men reappeared. He looked across the room sullenly and appeared for one dubious moment to hesitate. But before he could frame an excuse she had spoken again. "I want you to see this ridiculous Illustration. It Is the most amus- good-nature- d ... where?" He la rUirt'ng for Lon"Goldbanks. don." "But . . . What about the reorof the companies? I ganization thought . . . "He has changed his plans. James Is to have his proxies and to arrange Mr. Verlnder Is the consolidation. anxious to get away at once." After en Instant's consideration She was Joyce laughed scornfully. dismayed by this sudden move, but did not Intend to show It. "Isn't this rather . . . precipitous? We're all going In a few day. Why can't he wait?" Her chaperon looked at Joyce as she answered. "Urgent business, he says." "Urgent fiddlesticks!" Joyce stifled a manufactured yawn. "I dare say we bore him as much ss he docs us. Wish we were all back In grimy old ' London." "It won't be long now." Lady Jim answered with a cmllj at the other "No, 1 don't think busi suggestion. himself that he had keen made a fool of long enough. "Yes, yon do . . . and It's all your fault." She broke down and turned half from him. Deep sobs began to rack her body. "I'd like to know how It's my fault," he demanded resentfully. "Am I te blame because you broke your engagement to walk with me and went with that thief Kllmeny T" "Yea." The word fell from her lips so low that he almost doubted his ears. "What.- By Jove, that's richl" Her luminous eyes fell full into his. then dropped. "If If you cant see See what; I see you threw me overboard for him. I see you've been flirting a mile a minute with the beggar and playing fast and loose with me. I'm hanged if I stand It" "Oh, Dobyans! Don't you see? . . . have no mother." "Don't take the point" She spoke as a troubled child, as If to the breezes of the night. "I have to be careful. You know how people talk. Could I let them say that . . ran after yon?" The last words were almost In a whisper. Do you mean . . . T Oh, couldn't you see? How blind men are !" The little man, moved to his soul because this proud beauty was so deeply In love with him, took her In his arms and kissed her. A little shudder went through her blood. It had not been two hours since Jack Klimeny's kisses had sent a song elect. Ically Into her veins. But - ... rlfffil self-estee- "I I Think the Story Calls for It," She Answered a Little Brokenly. she trod down the momentary nausea with the resolute will that had always been hers. Verlnder bad paid for the right to caress her. He had offered his millions for the privilege. She too must pay the price for what she re ceived. 'We must go In," she told him pres ently. "They will wonder." They won't wonder long, by Jove," he replied, a surge of triumph In his voice. looked at him quickly. Joyce "You're not going to tell them to night?" He nodded. "Tonight, my beauty." "Oh, no. Please not tonight Let's . . keep It to ourselves for a few days, dear." The last word was r trifle belated, but that might be because she was not used to it Verlnder shot a look of quick sus picion at ber. "I'm going to tell them tonight as soon as we get back Into the room." "But . . . surely It'a for me to I want to keep say that, Dobyanr. sne our little secret ror awnne. caught with her hands the lapels of his dinner Jacket and looked pleadingly at him. "No tonight" He had a good deal of of the obstinacy characteristic many stupid men, but this decision was based on shrewd sense. He bttd the. upper hund. So long as thy were in the neighborhood of Jack Kllmeny he Intended to keep It "Even though I want to wait?" "Why do you want to wait?" bs de "Because of that manded sullenly. fellow Kllmenyr She knew that she had gone as far now aosura as she aarea. ut course not. Tell them If you like, ba-tIt's the first favor I've asked of you ering his voice. A glow ol triumphant relief swept through her. She had won. But the very nearness of her defeat tempered pride to an emotion still related to gratitude. The warm eyes that met his were alive with thanks. She Her voice faltered and broke. It moved her head slightly toward the held a note of exquisite pathos. Verlnwindow. a brute, but be did not In another moment th :y stood out der felt like to intend way. give side, alone In the darkness. The night was chill and she shivered at the Verln change from the warm room. arry What Is Joyce going te der stepped back Into the parlor. whom she loves, or Jack, stripped from the piano the small money she Verlnder, whose avajo nig mat urn pea it, and re wants? He joined Joyce on the porch. wrapped it about her shoulders. She nodded thanks and led him to (TO BE CONTINUED.) the end of the porch. For a few moon leaned the railing and ments si., Annual Rainfall watched the street lights. Then, ab A vivid picture of the amount of rain ruptly, she shot ber nestlon at him. that fulls upon the Cnited States la "Why are you going way7" a scientist It Is a ne ns mnar answer. given by Washington JtllT poaer, lie snys, to ten Mississippi equivalent, In London, Mis "Business Seldon Otherwise rivers flowing constantly. Sorry to leave and all that, but measured. It equals tto Inches of water She cut lilm off sharply. WBn fur the entire area, making a total volWhat have I done tha the truth. ume of tr2.nNMX,iO.JO cubic feet . . . treat me so?" you should tut tills is pnly half the amount that Anger stirred In lilm again. "Did would he nercfsnry to maintain the I ssy you had done anything?" soli of the full productivity of tn to Ida rue, "But yo.i minis One third of this y0 whole country. know you do." amount runs down to the sea and "Do I?" Ills vanity and uplcl river. The problem for engineers to innde Mm wary, though he knew sli solve Is the utilization to the utmost was trying to win him back. il told of the supply that nature tarnishes, since" do-m- id Because of a succession of dry summers In northeastern Minnesota It has become necessary to supplement permanent pastures, if dairy cows are, to be properly fed and the milk flow maintained In August Just as butter-fa- t prices start on the ascending scale, says M. J. Thompson, superintendent of the Northeast Experiment station of Minnesota university. Mr. Thompson believes this condition should be anticipated when seeds are being ordered and crops planned. Three things can be done to provide lummer succulence, he says. 1. Sweet clover pasture. Not yet generally established ; sow seed for 1025. 2. Summer silage. Not wholly- practical since most farms with silos have winter capacity only and If there Is a carry-ove- r much of It spoils. 3. Soiling crops, that is, crops cut green, hauled In and fed. "The last offers the cheapest and best solution of the problem," says .Mr. Thompson. "Such crops require, Fail sown only a limited acreage. rye Is the first available In the summer. Oats, though somewhat later, - offers the greatest range of seeding, late April to late June, and thus serves more need. Peas may be sown with it Second crop sweet clover, and later sunflowers (chopped) and corn all make excellent feed. Our herd consumes over 00 per cent of these feeds, so that waste Is small, in this manner the milk flow Is sustained and prolonged into the winter iigh price period." Homemade Spray Mixture Help3 Milk Production ing . . ." She held up the book to him. No Illustration met the eyes of the surprised man. ..Joyce was pointing to a sentence In the story heavily underscored by a pencil. "Why are you so cruel to me?" His chin dropped with amazement. Then slowly an angry flush rose to his face. His Jaw set nrily as he looked at her. "Yes, It's certainly ridiculous . . . and amusing," he said aloud. "There's another, too," she went on quickly, recovering the book. Her fingers turned a page or two On the margin was a pen swiftly. ciled note. "I must see you alone, Dobyans. must." She lifted1 to him a face flushed and eager, from which wounded eyes filmy with tears appealed to him. Her shyness, her diffidence, the childlike call upon his chivalry were wholly charm ing. She was a distractlngly pretty woman, and she had thrown herself upon his mercy. Verlnder began In sensibly to soften, but be would not give up his grievance. "Its amusing, too and unneces sary, I think," he said. The long lashes fluttered tremulously to her cheeks. It seemed to him that she was on the verge of uncon sciousness, that the pent emotion was going to prove too much for ber. "I I think the story calls for If she answered, a little brokenly. He retorted, still carrying on the conversation that was to mean one thing to the others In case they heard and another to them. "Depends on The the point of view, I suppose- story Is plain enough doesn't need any more to carry Its meaning." He was standing between tier and the rest of the party. Joyce laid an nppeoling band on his coat sleeve, Tears brimmed over from the soft eyes. She b't her lip and turned her head away. If ever a woman con fessed love without words Joyce was doing It now. Vcrlnder's Inllumniable heart began to quicken. "Where?" he asked grudgingly, low SOILING CROPS ARE REQUIRED FOR MILK Flies on the cows In hot weather often cut down the milk. A good fly ?pray, well put on, will not only quiet the cows and help the milk run freely, but will also save the temper and 'anguage of the milker. A good spray for this purpose can easily be made a borne, according to the cow men of the New York State at Ithaca. College of Agriculture Use 46 quarts of coal tar dip; 4V4 coal oil; 3 juurts fish oil; 8 quarts luarts whale oil ; and 1 V4 quarts oil ?f tar. Dissolve 3 pounds of laun-Jr- y soap In water, add the Ingre-iien- ts of the spray, and bring up to ?0 gallons with lukewarm soft woter. Tills spray, applied twice a day in the morning after milking and In the afternoon while the cows are In the barn for silage or other green feed will keep the files away and keep the hair coats of the cow soft. Thirty gallons of this mixture will spray 40 cows twice a day for ten days, at a cost of one cent a cow a day. Two men with a portable half-barrcart carrying a spray pump and nozzle can spray 40 cows In five) minutes, and save a lot of time, milk, and general unpleasantness. el Average Profitable Age for Cows Kept for Milk Ten years Is the average age at which cows kept for milk are slaughtered for beet according to Investigations made by the United States Department of Agriculture. Thus one can expect a cow to produce for about eight years before becoming too old for profitable production. In Wisconsin and other dairy states the average age Is eleven years; In others, nine years is the average. But the general level for the whole country Is ten years. Cows, when sold for beef slaughter, brought an average price of $31.69 a head. When sold for milk they brought about $02.90. These two prices Indicate that the average price of cows that had been kept for the milk eight years is about one-buaverage price of cows having a milking ' future. r lf Right Time to Cut Rye for Feeding Dairy Cow Rye should always be cut for hay before the awns harden, and Inasmuch as the cows like the hay better when rye Is cut about the blooming time, we consider that about Hie best time . , .. .1 .1 turn An m ...i u. I lO CUl rjc luiriiucu j feeding. In fact, rye hay cut from the time of heading out to bloom Is reasonably good fed. With all this hoy the cows will readily clean up, plus 10 pounds of good legume hay daily for the roughage, a good ration may be had with one pound of the following for each three pounds of milk produced : Ground corn or barley, four parts; ground oats, fonr parts; wheat bran, two parts; ollmeal one part, gluten meal one part v . Feed Grain to Calves Calves will bfgln to eat grain at rtiree weeks of age. and at the end of six weeks will consume about one-hnt-f pound per day. At the end of eight weeks they will eat one pound per dny. At three months they should be getting two pounds of grain per day. which Is enough until six month of see. nnless It Is desired to push them very rapidly. After six months ii little more should be given, or whenever they sre weaned front lb . In wed milk. |