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Show f TIIE TIMES-NEW- S, NEPHI, UTAH mi THE A iiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiiiHiiiiiiiiiMitiiiiiiiiniiiuiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiniiiiiiinniiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiii i TTT Copyright by O. W. HIGHGRA DEI 171 Dlllfncham Y 1L SOY BEAN SUPERIOR FOR DAIRY CATTLE By Wm. MacLeod Raine Co. n iiiiiiiiiimiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiimimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiim but now turned. "No hurry, I reckon, but I'm going fishing." Steve chuckled. "You're headed In a bee line for Old Man Trouble. The Johnnie boy up at the Lodge ls plumb sore on this outfit. Seems that you bids raised ructions last night and broke his sweet slumbers. Why can't you wild Injuns behave proper?" "We only gave Curly a chapping because he let the flapjacks burn." re turned Crumbs with a sml?e. "You see, he's come of age most, Curly has. He'd ought to be responsible now, but he ain't. So we gave him what was coming to him." "Well, you explain that to Mr. Verlnder If he sees you. He's sure on his hind legs about It." "I expect he'll get over it in time,' Crumbs said dryly. "Well, boys. Good fishing tonight." "Same to you," they called after dash it. It's an outrage a beastly outrage. What 1" The man with the monocle was of his smug with the tribe. His thin hair was parted in the musmiddle and a faint straw-colore- d tache decorated his upper Hp. Altogether, he might measure five feet five In his boots. The miner looked at him gravely. No faintest hint of humor e came Into the eyes. They took In the dapper Britisher as if he had been a natural history specimen, "So kindly tell them not to do it again," Dobyans Verlnder ordered In conclusion. "If you please, sir," added the young woman quietly. Kllmeny's steady gaze passed for the first time to her. He saw a slight dark girl with amazingly live eyes and a ltft to the piquant chin that was arresting. His hat came off promptly. him. "We didn't know anybody was at the "Some man. Crumbs,' commented he explained. Lodge," Steve. "You wouldn't, of course," she nod"He'll stand the acid," agreed Colter ded, and by way of explanation: "Lady briefly. Farquhar is rather nervous. Of course "What's his last nnme? I ain't heard we don't want to interfere with your him call Inds you anything but Crumbs. fun, but" I reckon that's a nickname." "There will be no more fireworks p.t Curly answered the question of the night. One of the boys had a birthoowpuncher. "His name's Kilmeny Jack Kilmeny. His folks used to live day and we were ventilating "our enacross the water. Maybe this Honor thusiasm. If we had known "Kindly make sure it doesn't happen able Miss Kilmeny and her brother are some kin of his." again, my good fellow," cut In Verlnder. "You don't say!" "Course I don't know about that Kilmeny looked at him, then back at His dad came over here when he was the girl. The dapper little man had a wild young colt. Got Into some been weighed and found wanting. trouble at home, the way I heard it. Henceforth, Verlnder was not on the Bought a ranch out here and married. map. Ills family was high moguls in Eng"Did you think we were Utes broke land or, maybe, It was Ireland. Any- loose from the reservation? I reckon how, they didn't like Mrs. Kilmeny we were some noisy. When the boys from the Bar Double O ranch. . get to going good they don't quite The Impassive gaze of the older man know when to stop." came back from the rushing river. The eyes of the young woman "You know so much about it. Curly, sparkled. The fisherman thought be had never seen a face more vivid. Verinder, properly scandalized at this free give and take with a haphazard savage of the wilds, interrupted In the Interest of propriety. "I'll not detain you any longer, my man. You may get at your fishing." The westerner paid not the least attention to him. "My gracious, ma'am, we think we're a heap more civilized tban England. We ain't got any mil itant suffragettes In this country at least, I've never met up with any." "They re a sign of civilization," the young woman laughed. "They prove we're still alive, even if we are asleep. "W e've got you beat there, then. AH the women vote here. What's the mat ter with you staying and running for away "THE WAY OF A MAN WITH A MAID" The trout fought gamely and strongly, but the young woman stuck to her work and would not give him any rest. Jack watched her carefully. lie saw that she was tiring, but he did not offer any She would want to help, for he knew that she was a sportsman. win alone or not at all. Yet he moved closer. The water was up to her hips, and no river in the rockies has a swifter current than the Gunnison. The botom, too, is covered with smooth slippery stones and bowlders, so that a misstep might send her plunging down. The thing that he had anticipated happened. Her foot slipped from its insecure rock hold and she stumbled. His arm was round her waist in an instant. Take your time." "Thanks. I'm all right now." His right arm stUl girdled her slight figure. The trout was tiring. Inch by inch she brought him nearer. Presently she panted, "My landing net." It was caught in the creel. Kilmeny unfastened the net and brought it routui where it would be ready for instant use. "T'll me what I must do now." "He's hooked pretty fast. Take your time about getting him into your net, and be careful then. These big fellows are likely to "Steady! squirm away. It was a ticklish moment when she let go of the rod with her left hand to slip the net under the trout, but she negotiated it in safety. "Isn't he a whopper?" she cried in delight. "He won't go into the creel at all." "Then let me have him. The glory is yours. I'll be your gillie to carry-thgame bag." "I would never have got him if you hadn't been there to help me with advice. But I really did it all myself, didn't If If you had touched the rod before I had him netted I'd never have forgiven you," she confessed, eyes glowing with the joy of her achievement. "It's no joke to land one of these big fellows. I saw you were tired. But it's the sporting thing to play your own fish." e So here you have the hero and heroine of "The Highgrader" Jack Kilmeny and Moya Dwlght Really, though, there are two heroines. This one is aristocratic Irish, dark, heartfree and with a temperament. The other Is Joyce Seldon, blonde and a famous beauty. And there are two heroes, too Jack Kilmeny, the American, and Capt. Ned Kilmeny, his Irish cousin. You see, Moya falls in love with Jack, but when Jack apparently turns out to be a highwayman she saya "Yes" in a tentative sort of way to Captain Ned, who has loved her long. Now Jack isnt a And that's pretty bad many a highwayman, but he Is a "highgrader." bloody little war has been fought in the mining camps of the West. The highgrader is a miner who pockets pieces of unusually ore and sells them for his own profit. Cripple Creek, Goldfield and many other rrining camps have seen exciting days brought about by highgrading. Worse still, Jack admits he's a highgrader and defends the practice on the ground that the miner do hot get a fair share of the wealth they create, the dangers of mining being considered. Jack tries this line of talk with Moya, but she will have none of it. She may love him, but she does not love his trade. William MacLeod Raine is the author. That Is enough for his wide following a guarantee of a good story in accord with the verities. For Raine lives in Colorado and knows what he's talking about when it comes to mining. He also knows his West and his many popular stories show his keen sense of colors and conditions, whether he writes of the cattle range or the mining camp. And he's a college man and a clever literary craftsman. So here's a story that Is full of thrills love, romance and adventure. It also contains entertainment, instructions, economic and ethics. Quite an unusual combination, this. But it's an unusual story, as are all of his novels of western life. high-grad- CHAPTER e I being honored, boys. A party of effete Britishers arc staying at tbe Lodge. Got In last nljiht I seen them when The they got off the train me lud and me Inside the cabin a man was bnkln& latly, three young ladies that grade up biscuits and singing joyously, "It's a Al, a Johnnie boy with an eyeglass, Outand another lad who looks like one Long. Long Way to Tipperary." side, another whistled softly to himself man from the ground op. Also, and while he arranged his fishing tarkle. moreover, there s a cook, a hnwss The cook, having put his biscuits In wrangler, a hired girl to button the the oven, tilled the doorway. He was ladles up tiie back, and a valley chap n big, strong-se- t mini, with a face of to say 'Yes, sir, coming, sir,' to the Kolled-usleeves bhowed dude." leather. knotted brown anus white to the "Any names?" asked Colter. "Names to burn," returned the nawrists with flour. "First call to dinner In the dining tive. ''A whole herd of names, honest to God. I'll srlve you the of It. car," he boomed out In a heavy bass. The old parties are Lord James and Two men lounging under a cotton-wooheslde the river showed signs of Lady Jim Farquhar, leastways I heard life. One of them was scarcely more one of the young ladies call her Lady thun a hoy, perhaps twenty, a pleasant Jim. The dude has Verlnder burnt oc ainluhle youth with a weak chin and about eight trunks, s'elp me. Then there's a Miss Dwlght and a Miss Joyce eyes that held no steel. Ills was nearer forty than thirty, a Seldon and. oh yes I a Captain Kilhard faced citizen who chewed meny, and an Honorable Miss Kilmeny, and said little. by ginger." Colter flashed a quick "Where you going to fish tonight. look at Crumbs?" the cook asked of the ninn Crumbs. A change had come over that young man's face. Ills blue eyes had busy with the tackle. "Think I'll try up the river. Colter grown hard and frosty. start In aboe the Narrows and work "It's a plumb waste of money to take a newspaper when you're around, down, niehhe. Where yon going?" I'm after the Steve," drawled Colter, In amiable de"Me fiir the Meadows. rision. "Happen to notice the color big fellows." The man who hnil been called of the ladies' eyes?" Crumb put Ills rod g.inst the side The garrulous cowpuncber was on of the house and washed hi hands in the spot once more. "S ire, I did. h tin pan resting on a stump. He was leastways one of them. I WKOt to tell 11 young fellow with lean, you lads that Miss Joyce Seldon Is the muscular shoulders and the bloom of prettiest skirt that ever hit this neck many desert suns on bis cheeks and of the woods and her eyes, say, neck. they're like pnnsies, soft and deep and Th v ate in their shirtsleeves, enmp kinder velvety." faslil' ti, on an oilcloth scarred with The fishermen shouted. Their mirth the marks left by many hot dishes. was hearty and uncnntalned. "Go to it, Steve. Tell us some more," Their ta!k was strong and crip, after the f.ihl.ion of the mining West. It they demanded Joyously. could imt be printed without editing, Crumbs, generally the leader In sll yet In Hint atmosphere It was without the camp fun. had not Joined In the olTcnsc. 1 here I a time for all things, laughter. He hud been drawing on tils even for the elementnl talk of fron- waders and buckling on his creel. NW he slipped tbe loop of the landing net tiersmen on a holiday. iMnner finished, the fishermen lolled over his head. ti the grass and smoked. "We want a full hill of particulars, A man cantered out of the patch of Steve. Ton go back and stz op the woods above and drew up at the cabin, eyes of the lady lord and the other disposing himself for leisurely gossip. female Britishers," ordereO Curly Heard the fay'y. "Kvening, gentlemen. "Go yor latest?" He drew a match across his own self, kid. I ain't rhap and lit the cigarette he bad rounrlin' up trouble for do babe Just out of the cradle." retorted the grinrolled. "We'll know after jroti've told tia ning rider. "Wbat'1 yore burry, rhnt It Is," Colter suggested. Crumbs V The Ouuriaoa country ce'talnly Ls The young man addressed had started Campers ABC d coro-punlo- ii sea-blu- governor?'" "How Come You Call Him 'Crumps'7' I'll not butt In with any more misinformation," he answered with obvious sarcasm. Curly flushed. "I'd ought to know. Jnck's father and mine were friends, so's he and me." "How come you to call him. Crumbs?" "That's a joke, Steve. Jack's no orminer. dinary He knows what's what. That's why we call him Crumbs because he's fine bred. Bun, see. Fine bred crumbs. Get It?" "Sure I get It, kid. I ain't no You don't need a to pound a Josh Into my coconut," the rider remonstrated. g, hell-raisi- two-by-fo- Jack Kilmeny followed the pathway which wound through the woods along the bank of the river. Beyond the trees lay a clearing. At the back of this, facing the river, was a large fishing lodge built of logs and finished artistically In rustic style. It was a building spread over a good de.--l of ground space. A wide porch ran round the front and both shies. Upon the porch were a man In an armchair and a girl seated on the top step with her head against the corner post. A voice hailed Kilmeny. "I say, my two-stor- y mnn." The fisherman turned, discovered that he was the party addressed, and waited. "Come here, yon I" The man In the armchair had taken the cigar from his mouth and was beckoning to him. me?" Inquired Kilmeny. "Of course I mean you. Who else could I mean?" The fisherman drew near. In his eyes sparkled a light that belled his quiescence. "Do you belong to the party camped below T" Inquired he of the rocking chair, one eyeglass fixed In the com placent face. The guilty man confessed. "Then I want to know what the deuce you meant by kicking up such an Infernal row last night. I couldn't sleep a wink for hours not for hours. "M.-anin- One of the best home-growfeeds that can be grown anywhere ls soy beans, a crop that should be known on every dairy farm. The soy bean may be combined advantageously In many systems of crop rotations. It ls especially adapted to short rotations that take either an entire season or a part of a season following some grain crop. In the Southern states the crop ls adapted to practically the same places as cowpeas, says W. J. Keegan, dairy husbandman at Clem-so- n college, who believes that soy beans should have a prominent place on every dairy farm In the state. n seed, The feeding value of which contain from 30 to 46 per cent protein, is very high and compares favorably with other concentrated feeds. n seed will enThe growing of able the dairy farmer to produce at a 'moderate cost at least part of the high protein concentrates necessary n seed for milk production. contain a higher percentage of digestible nutrients than cottonseed meal, linseed meal or wheat bran. n seed ground Into meal has been found a most excellent feed for dairy cows. The Massachusetts agricultural experiment station compared meal and cottonseed meal, using the same ration otherwise. The quantity of milk produced from the n ration was slightly higher. At the Tennessee station In a similar comparison of the two feeds, the yields both of milk and butterfat were about 5 per cent greater for the soybean meal. In the South, as a feed for dairy cows, perhaps soy beans In hay form is the most valuable. As compared with hay from other leguminous crops, n hay is equal or superior to n any, not excluding alfalfa. hay can be much more readily and easily cured than cowpea hay. The chief value of hay lies in its high content of digestible protein. In feeding value it ls superior to red clover or cowpeas, and as Indicated by comparative feeding tests. Is equal to alfalfa for milk production. "Could I really?" she beamed. "Really and truly. Trouble with us is that we're so civilized we bend over backward with it. You're going to find us mighty tame. The melodramatic romance of the West is mostly In story books. What there was of It has gone out with the cowpuncher." "What's a cowpuncher?" "He rides the range after cattle." But aren't there "Oh a cowboy. any cowboys?" "They're getting seldom. The barb wire fence has put them out of business. Mostly they're working for the moving picture companies now," he smiled. Mr. Verlnder prefaced with a formal little cough a second attempt to drive away this very assured native. "As I was saying. Miss Dwlght, I wouldn't mind going into parliament, you know, if It weren't for the bally labor members. I'm rather strong on speaking that sort of thing, you know. Used to be a dab at It But I couldn't stand the bounders that get In nowadays. Really, I couldn't" "And I had so counted on the cow boys. I'm going to be disuppt Inted, I think," Miss Dwlght said. Verinder hnd sense enough to know that he was being punished. lie had tried to put the westerner out of the picture and found himself eliminated instead. An angry flush rose to his cheeks. "That's the mistake you all make," Kilmeny told her. "The true romance of the West Isn't In Its clothes and Its trappings." "Where Is It?" she asked. "In Its spirit In the hope and the courage born of the wide plains nnd the clean hills In Its big democracy nnd Its freedom from convention. The West ls a condition of mind." Miss Dwlght was surprised. She had not expected a philosophy of this nature from her chance barbarian. He had the Hands of a' working man. brown and sinewy but untorn; yet there was the mark of distinction In the lean head set so royslly on splen did shoulders. Ills body, spare of flesh and narrow of flank, hid the She had lithe grace of a panther. seen before that look of competence, of easy Some of the men of her class had It Ned Kilmeny, for Instance. But Ned was an ofllcer In a fighting regiment which had seen much service. Where had this tanned fisherman won the manner that Inheres only hi a leader of men? "And how Jong doea It take to be long to your. West?" asked tbe young woman, with the Inflection of derision. But her mockery was a fraud. In both voice and face was a vivid eagerness not to be missed. "Time hasn't a thing to do with it Men live all their lives here and are never westerners. Others are of us In a day. I think you would qualify early." She knew that she ought to snub his excursion Into the personal, but she was by nature unconventional. "How do you know?" she demanded quickly. "That's Just a guess of mine," he smiled. A musical voice called from within the house. "Have you seen my Graphic, Moya?" A young woman stood in the doorway, a golden-whtt- e beauty with soft smiling eyes that showed a little surprise at sight of the fisherman. A faint murmur of apology for the Interruption escaped her lips. Kilmeny could not keep his eyes from her. What a superb young creature she was, what perfection in the animal grace of the long lines of the soft rounded body ! Her movements had a light buoyancy that was charming. And where under heaven could a man hope to see anything lovelier than this pale face with its crown of burnished hair ao lustrous and abundant? Miss Dwlght turned to her friend. "I haven't seen the Graphic, Joyce, dear." "Isn't it In the billiard room? Thought I saw it there. I'll look," Verlnder volunteered. "Good of you," Miss Joyce nodded, her eyes on the stranger, who had turned to leave. Kilmeny was going because he knew that he might easily outwear his wel come. He had punished Verinder, and that was enough. The miner had met too many like him not to know that the man belonged to the family of common or garden snob. No doubt he rolled in wealth made by his father. The fellow had studied carefully the shibboleths of the society with which he wished to be Intimate and t. was probably None the less, he was a bounder, a rank outsider tolerated only for his money. He might do for the husband of some penniless society girl, but he would never In the world be accepted by her as a friend or an equal. The thought of him stirred the gorge of the fisherman. "Cheekiest beggar I ever saw," fumed Verinder. "Don't see why you let the fellow stay. Miss Dwlght" The girl's scornful eyes came round to meet his. She had pever before known, how cordially she disliked him. "Don't you?" She rose and walked quickly Into the house. Verinder bit his mustache angrily. He had been cherishing a fiction that he was In love with Miss Dwlght and more than once he had smarted beneath the lash of her contempt. Joyce sank gracefully Into the easiest chair and flashed a dazzling smile at him. "Has Moya been very unkind, Mr. Verlnder?" He had Joined the party a few days before at Chicago .and this was the first sign of interest Miss Seldon had shown in him. Verinder was grateful. "Dashed If I understand Bliss Dwlght at all. She blows hot and cold," he confided in a burst of frankness. "That's Just her way. We all have our moods, don't we? I mean we poor women. Don't all the poets credit us with Inconstancy?" The least ripple of amusement at her sex swelled in her throat and died away. "Oh, by Jove, If that's all t I say, do you have moods too. Miss Joyce?" Her long thick lashes fluttered down to the cheeks. Was she embarrassed at his question? He felt a sudden lift of the heart, an access of new-borconfidence. Dobyans Verlnder hnd never dared to lift his hopes as high as the famous beauty Joyce Seldon. Now for the first time his vanity stirred. Somehow quite unexpectedly to him the bars between them were down. Was it possible that she had taken a fancy to him? Ills imagination soared. For a moment her deep pansy eyes rested In his. He felt a sudden Intoxication of the senses. Almost with a Swagger he drew np a chair and seated himself beside her. Already he was the conquering male In headlong pursuit. Nor was he disturbed by the least suspicion of having been filled with the sensations and the impulses that she bad contrived. Miss Seldon had that morning Inc. dentally overheard Lady Farquhar tell her husband that Dobyans Verlnder'g fortune must be nearer two million pounds than one million. It wns the first Intimation she had been given that he was such a tremendous catch. letter-perfec- soy-bea- soy-bea- Soy-bea- Soy-bea- soy-bea- n soy-bea- soy-bea- Soy-bea- soy-bea- n , ' Spring Freshened Cows Are Not Meeting Favor Custom says, "Freshen your cows the spring." Her arguments are: Feed Is cheap in the spring; cows will go out on luxuriant pastures, take care of themselves, produce a lot of milk and all their owners need to do is to milk them and make money. Custom argues that it costs too much to feed cows and raise calves during the winter months, and that expensively equipped barns, ventilating systems, etc., are necessary where winter dairying Is followed. These are ail the arguments custom advances and she refuses to listen to the many objections to spring nnd summer dairying, a few of which are as follows : Although It ls true that It Is much cheaper to produce milk In April, May and June, so ls It true that the price secured for milk in those months Is extremely low not once In a while, but always. cows have only three good months to work. July and August bring droughts, dry pastures, heat, files and busy harvest If there are any worse factors for turning cows dry, they are not readily apparent These factors do turn cows dry, rob them of flesh and condition and they are largely accountable for the very low average production of milk. cows nre dry when fall comes along with high prices for milk and Us products, or they nre so nearly dry that all that can be afforded Is Just to winter them as cheaply as possible and look forward to spring freshening when they will again give a lot of milk for three montlia when milk Is cheapest In Spring-freshene- d Spring-freshene- d Dairy Hints n Well, what do you think of the hero and heroine? Do you think "Crumbs" a good And don't you Just love Verlnder? nick-nam- VTO BU COMTUfCBIXj I Provide covered salt boxes In the shade and easily accessible. To prevent being overrun with flies, the premises dully In summer If possible. clean e Select now dairy animals to he shown at fairs next fall nnd begin fitting them. The young spring calves should be placed In lots or pastures which hnve abundant shade and clean fresh water. They should also be provided" with salt the same as the milking herd. "Hard times" Is a meaningless phrase to fanners who keep cows, sows, and hens and a good garden, e Consumption of dairy products In this country has Increased 17 per cent In the lust seven years. Kindness may be sentiment hot It pays In handling cows. It may not cause them to produce more abundantly but It surely makes the Job of getting what they do yield more r-- |
