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Show THE WEEKLY REFLEX, KAYSVILLE, UTAH HENRY- - EFFICIENT DRY MASH HOPPER tt HOWLAND" and D1 mention Illustrated At Result of Considerable Experimenting Easily Made. Design In response to a query for a dtw gram and description of an tnald hopper a writer In the Rural New Yorker makes the folk) win elry-mas- h re-fcrt- y: - The accompanying diagram shows an end view, or cross section, of a dry feed hopper designed to prevent the waste of food. The design and dimensions are the result of considerable experimenting, and the hoppers are very satisfactory, both for young did not ' know then,' caught lost enmeshed in the spell of tha old learned afterward, that My murderers were too engrossed, though -- I alone, I believe, remembered I bad they but sees one white man before. esesvee That man' never has come out of J the desert was He slain n. as a sacrifice. It Tyo fa ft 6&A. feet tektt and sx ineftet deep, A Copgqity -- &L looked as I though was about to share his fate. "The chief a d d r eased me and the present too astounded by what they saw, to remember. But I prayed the 'only that the pictures would hold out; that Aft-. spell would not fall. It wap a trying time. erward I found I had bittenV half through my lip; but at the time I felt nothing. 1 dared not pause to glance at my watch, hut still I held them there as the minutes dragged to holers. t At last the final picture wnt Into the lantern. Foa a desperate instant I felt ny heart go down. What could I do? Would thy remember If I Biit before I could repeated? Would they- complete the thought in through the canvas entrance of the tent there stole va thin, golden thread. It crept across the floor and rested oo the face of the black chief. It was the sun! "With a short' cry the chief jumped to his feet The others followed, talking excitedly. For a moment .they glanced at me, but I sprang to the flap of the tent and tore ft back. , The day! I shrieked In Arab, andat the cry from the tent and beyond the they fled ' ' camp to their horses. The Rev. Mt. Hanks stopped and smiled. When they were gone, he said, "I sat down on the ground and cried. pell-me- ll was surprised when 1 answered hlm in the same tongue. " We must- kill you, he said. but there is no hurry. We shall waif As. though. actings on. the suggestion, the ...... HUMOR OF BAD WRITING. e thirty black fiends Squatted in a to about me and fell slowly and deliberately Sheridans writing was a scandal to his school sharpening their knives. and puzzled tne town. He once wrote a pass There is no hurry, the chief said again. to Lane, and the doorkeeper stopped its Drury of day, We must do so before the coming and immediately pronounced It to be a bearer that is all To forgery, because ho could decipher it! Then in a flash it came back to me that I make matters worse, Sheridan was also uncertain the that own tribe our of men had heard from In his spelling. A which, a where, and a Aneza were sun worshippers, and that it was the whether In his hands, for Instance, were aa to them greatest of hll religious crimes among as not deprived of their alches, and a often commit murder when the sun their god was in was to him a think and nothing always thing the ascendancy. Like a shot It came to me that I more. until if I could delay the execution punrlse my recalls ths The of atrocious celebrities writing life would be saved. But how? once made on behalf of Baron Bramwell claim "The hope seemed futile. I wondered what that he wrote three hands: One which he alone time it was. I knew It was after midnight As could read, another which his clerk could read I lay on my blankets, watching those hideous he couldnt and a third which nobody could and black faces that were doubly black and grotesque d was his usual style. and the read, lu the weird flame of the torches, I began to work Lord Curzon, when a young man at college, my hand slowly toward my pocket where I kept once found his bad handwriting stand him in my watch. I got It out and dropped my eyes to good stead. Writing two letters, one to a relathe face. In the gloom I could make out the tive. the other to a chum, he encloses them in hands pointing to 2 o'clock. It was nearly three the wrong envelopes. It chanced that in the secThere was not the ghost of a hours to sun-uond letter he had made some uncomplimentary chance of bolding Jthem off until then. reference to his relative, and on discovering the "But lust the same, I kept trying to figure it mistake he had made h? awaited developments out In my mind- - to devise some plan to that end. with anxiety. There presently came a letter from And meanwhile I began to witness the services the uncle. I have tried to decipher your epistle." that were to precede my death. Squatting there It ran, hut your writing is so atrocious that I with their black legs crossed that grim semicannot make head or.taH.of It However, I guess circle of fiends began to rock slowly back and the drift of it to he that you need some money, forth from the hips, humming a strange, un- rogue, so I enclose a check. you canny, minor monotone. Out In front the big Bad handwriting is not always a handicap In Chief Jed them. It was the Aneza sacrifice prelife. ' The late Lord Goschen once said that bis lude, so to speak. And Iwas to he the sacrifice. father attributed the foundations of his fortune to the fact that he was abllged to found a firm be1 tell yon. It got into my nerves. I dont think cause he wrote such a bad hand that no one I am a natural coward, but half rythmically, ' keeping time, as It were, to the beating chant of 'would take him for a clerk. Of Goschen himself, Mr. Arthur Elliot records that his handwriting those voices and the sway and swing of the black got Bteadily worse, and In his latter years he bodies, I heard tty teeth begin to click. - "I glanced over my" shoulder to the other flap might have spelt as he chose. At length his of the tent -- As I did so the Arab chief seemed to script became undecipherable, even by himself. He could not when speaking la parliament make divine my thought-- for at a motion of his hand, e of feet out what it was that he had put on paper, and a moved forward the couple he thus came In later days to abandon almost encloser and, squatting again, went on with the tirely his old practice of making notes. gruesome ceremonies. There was no chance of An Professor Blackle had a peculiar fist escape by flight, that was certain. But never for a moment did I stop thinking; . elderly compositor on the Scotsman; however, knew nearly all about the professor. One night struggling to drag an idea out of the confusion In on was a particularly difficult manuscript from went Aneza there the time And the all brain. .my the professor. It was put before the expert with whetting the knives and crooning and swaying. an Inquiry as to whether or not he could set Half an hour, then an hour went by. I count--' d the minutes, for I knew they measured the ""I could not do that" said the 'veteran from time left me yet to live. And then, suddenly, I Inverary; but If Id ma pipes here I could play her." turned cold. My heart leaped and something filled my throat , It was the idea I had been combAMBER AS A MEDICINE. . ing my brain for, and it was a chance, ever so faint, perhaps, hut still a chance. " The ancients employed amber as a medicine, "Across the tent hot ten teet distant was my and it Is still prescribed by physicians In France, trunk with my stereopticon lahtern, and my slides slides I had made of New York city, of Germany and Italy. Several chemists in Paris keep it constantly In stock. It has been worn by the Metropolitan tower and Broadway, and all ladies and children from time Immemorial ai'an the other sights of home. Could 1 but ! I amulet sometimes carved into amphorae,"" and must! Speaking in Arab. I addresesd the chief. has been, pronounced of service, either taken InBefore the time came to make the sacrifice I had something to show them something the like of ternally or worn around the neck.' CalHstratui which they had never seen. Would they like to gave the name of chryselektron to amber f a see It? deaf golden color, which, worn around the neck, cured ague, ground np with honey and rose oil Breathless, I awaited the answer. There was It was a specific ' for deafness and with Attic silence; then It came. The chief would like to see. I pointed to the trunk." They brought it to honey for dimness of sight But to come to more recent times, Perera says in the third edition of me. I unpacked the lantern and set it up, the were two me not his Materia Medea, published In 1853, that amInches long knives, following ber was not even then employed as a medicine in away the while. The side of the tent was the screen. I lighted the lantern and dropped In the this country, but that it was formerly used la chronic catarrhs, amennorhoea. hysteria, etc., and first slide. Across the circle of light floated In was given either in the form color the great Metropolitan tower. As it did so powdery in doses of ten grains to a drachm, or in that of a the muttering murmur of the death prelude wavered and died out tincture, a formula for both of which is contained in some of the European formularies. Family "There was a silence; then sharp words of Doctor, .mystery, or wonder, of fear. Working swiftly, I killed the exterior of the tower and shot .Into. ' Its place a view of Its interior, then another and JUST MEANNESS. ures another. I followed with pictures from Its I wish I had Rockefellers money. of .the river, of Broadway below, of motor cars tearing along kith no Visible means, Would the possession of, Rockefellers money of Locomotion,-- ? the loom of giant twvscrapers , make you happy?" In the distance, of huge bridges acres the East I dont know. , I was thinking how unhappy It would make Rockefener." river, of steamboats and liners running out of the .. . harbor, of MisALlbertybn Bedloes Island and of the marvelous tangle of "Coney Island. HIS CLASS, The death prelude was forgotten. The fear " gave place to an wonder. The "If the dachshund were the king of dogs, what leaned forward, a mass of peering, kind of a class would he be in? , eroWdiag black heads and ""black " shoulders;' suppose, a sort of 'fir Hear the kicks! Hear the people making kick Heavy kicks. Sorry kicks; would think the poor eld world In a most unhappy Ox; Men are kicking at the weather, they an, kicking at the price That they have to pay for fuel, that they have to pay for Ice; . They are kicking at the way This and that la done today They are kicking at condition a they loom up everywhere; They have kicks to make because Rascala disobey the lawa One would think that crime was rampant and that woe waa in the air! Hear them kicking, kicking, kicking, oh the wild and woeful kick. And th kick concern religion, science," an and politic; There are kick from tbo who work. There are kicks from those who shirk. All the world, it seems, 1 keeping busy registering kicks. Making klcke, kick, kick. Keeping Up the dally average of kick, . kick, kicks, . kicks,, kick, kick, On r kick. N semi-circl- Dry Math Hopper, chickens and older fowls. ' chicks; for older fowls It should be several times as large, keeping the dimensions of the feed opening the same, however. One used In my henhouse holds 200 pounds of feed and Is filled at irregular Intervals as it becomes empty. . They may be built of any stuff at hand, though mine are made of Tin boards for ends, and half-inc- h matched stuff for the one-inc- h rest FEED CHICKENS IN SUMMER There Are Few Farm Flocks That WIU Not Improve In If Egg-Layin- g Given Some Grain. v The very common opinion . that farm flocks need no grain feed la summer is seldom warranted. The farm range is valuable, and there le no place where eggs can be produced ns economically, but there are tew flocks that will not Improve in eggi Yield If given at least ons teed dally. - It ought not to he difficult to determine whether more teed Ik needed. Something depends on the slse of tha Hock and the range, but the egg yield twill tell. There iaonly one probable l explanation' for a farm hen's failure o lay eggi In summer, and that1 1s - lack of feed. Occasionally it is due to - 4a lack of the right kind of feed, but - generally if the hens have-onfeed dally of any grain they will give good results. Wheat barley and oats are the practical summer grains, hut If a little care Is used and some meat corn Is (very good. Whatever grain Is used it Is genuine economy to give the hens pccess to dry bran. An open shallow Ibox will do If you haven't time to make In regular feed hopper. No poultry man or fanner Is feeding to the heat Advantage who does not feed bran. -- e -- Eggs rvt gathered once a day now are of doubtful quality. Do the birds have shade In an open, airy place? They need It Healthy breeding stock is the greatest requirement f6tftrong chicks. The breed you like the best is the one you will give the most attention. As a source of income the hen is not considered as seriously as she should be. There will never be too many good poultrymen, but we can all strive to he among the best. lime, freely, dusted every "where, Is cheap," and win destroy Tice, gapes and the roup. Feeding chicks when too young and too much at a time are fruitful sources of bowel trouble. A few drops of spirits fcamphor In the drinking water will often coy tect Blight bowel trouble in old and young birds. Fresh, clean water is necessary this time of the year. If you have no running water," change that in your Jars at least twice a da " " Do not neglect to chop some onions ronton tops for little ducks and tur- every day or two. They are rel-by them and win do them much Air-alake- d ' V 1 HE REV. JAMES C. HANKS, missionary, stepped from the gangplank of the Atlantic Transport liner Mlnne spoils In New York, took a surface car over to Broadway, went to Twenty-thirstreet stared up st the lofty height of the Metropolitan tower, and laughed. If you had been close enough you perhaps would have noted that It was a queer, mirthless little laugh. Then the Rev. Mr. Hanks went over close to the stone rise of the great building and patted It. He had reason to. It was that building that had saved his life three months before as he sat in a tent in the middle of the Arabian desert with thirty murderous Arabs squatting on the ground around him and monotonously whetting the long knives with which they would cut him Into snfcll pieces. Could you blame him for a feeling ohfriendliness for that cold, ruthless granite which he caressed? had beea Missionary Hank tells It thus: working aniong them for three years the desert Arabs, he began. "Id learned their language and their customs, and I was practically one of them, riding and pitching my tent and working with them like a brother. And they were brothers worthy of the name, those wild, fres men to whom honor is the first consideration. New York could take many a lesson from them in morals and In respect toward women. "One night we pitched camp after a hot day's ride, and as darkness fell we were suddenly aroused by a courier from another of onr camps with the news that the Anesas a warlike and murderous tribe,' had attacked and Carried Off several womenjand children. men That was a signal for all our to ride to the other camp and try to recover the kidnaped women and children. In five minutes the beat of the hoofs of the' ponies had died out In the dark, and 1 was the only man left In our camp. I crawled Into my tent and went to sleep. It must have been near midnight when I wag awak- ened by, the sound of hoofs. 1 Imagined our own men returning and paid no attention until the flap of the tent was laid back andlve strange Arabs entered, Each held a long knife, and before 1 could roll off my blanket these knives were forming a circle within'" an Inch of my throat 1 lay still. , Silently more and more men entered the tent all with the long desert knlveB. I knew then they were the Aneza. They had learned of the departure of our men, and had slipped into the camp to steal 'in their absence. For a time not a word came from the lips of this ferocious desert hand of marauders, bent upon pillage and murder. Stealthily they crept about the tent examining our luggage. They broke open roy chest and tumbled out upon the blanketed ground the few treasured hooks I possessed. the trinkets I had saved as mementoes of, my Journeys through the wild regions, a. few gifts that served to remind mle of pleasant memories among the Tribes in which I had passed monthB of pleasurable labor. The gaudy trinkets of American manufacture they pounced upon like children turned loose in a toy, slop. They were quick to appropriate extra blankets, boots and a couple of saddles. But all the while 1 could have no doubt from their men, and I doubted not their actions when my nationality and my mission -should be discovered. kOnefellow- seemed - to - be the leader. Then, for the first time, in the flare of a torch he carried, they seemed to notice that my skin was white. In an instant the discovery created the greatest excitement Several lunged forward knives, aS' though to "cut it short right there, hut the chief waved them back, ertfor all the attention they bestowed upon me. The search over, they gathered around' more closely. Meantime It Is needless to say I was frightened. I knew the - ferocity f these wild An this time hut little attention bad been paid to my preBenoe.actions that they were hunting for gold. J They ven convinced the party was well supplied with tmoney and PrtPed H They were do-d they held life worth- mlned on that Bcor I -- d last-name- 1 - -- -- with-their - - a -- When w may; But, with gladness or without, W may never hope to rout Th legions filled with kickers they'll be here till Judgment Day Theyll be here to make their kicks Till theres Ice upon the Styx, TUI the last grave undertaker the last coffin-covclick But a lot of ns are kicking with no cause er for making kicks. Without the slightest reason for our kicks, kicks, kicks. And never helping any with our kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks. 8 - huge-blac- the everlasting kick Indicate a smash up? Nix! Th world would quit revolving If - we didnt have the kick From the men who wield the pick ' " And the ones who lay the bricks. And the one who wear the jewels, and th one who sing and write; Never since the world began Has a point been won by man Unless he kicked to get it, and did (O r wtth all his might! Tis a pleasing thing o mix Gladness tn among our kick Do p. 1 able-bodie- d -- I n. -- - s - -- Revenge is sweet but alas, it Is erally for tha other fellow. gen- -- , semi-circl- it Tit-Bit- -- tfa top-pict- , ever-growin- g semi-circl- e '"I 1 It would he difficult to make some people believe champagne might taste just as good under any other name When a man la ened tor breach of promise he le likely to find that an old love letter la worth much more than the paper it la written on. The man who la afraid to exceed the speed limit never can be a hero to bin own chauffeur. . A woman begins by sighing: go because I have nothing s. . -- MERE OPINION squatter-sovereignt- y. cant "I to and wear." Then she gets clothes frets because she has no chance to wear them. Before they are married he deems fcvery hour lost that he cannot spend Afterward when in her company. she goes to visit' her parents ' for a month of two be figures that it i just so much clear gain.' Too Sensible to Los. she anxiously to do not asked, anything desperate If I say It can never' be?" Yes, he replied, I think a man' a fool who goes to the bad because a girl refuses to love him." "Then I will be yours." WIU you promise, f i mmsm w t tmrnemmm mm m The Hope for Fame. " ' - Fame Will give us crowns some day. But tf she sweetly came" And asked us in what way Wed worked to hsve the 'right To alt upon the height How tew of us could say! We' all go hoping r Mixed on His Birda. Mamma sent me after a pound w coffee, Mr. Pelican." said the "My name' Is not Pelican. My coff-" the as grocer heweJgbedont mde name is Mr. Crane. What you think it was Pelican? Well, that what ptr calls yok cause he says there semethiry show that your of a pelican." tin th3 |