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Show THE TIMES-NEW- NEPHI, UTAH S, :ME HIGHGRADER. By Wm. MacLeod Raine "A WHOPPER" Copyright by SYNOPSIS. Word that their are distasteful to nightly frolics Britisha party of "high-tone- d ers" recently arrived at the Lodge, among them an army captain and hla sister of the same name as himself. Is brought to Jack Kllnjeny (known to his Intimates as Crumbs) and some friends camping 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 IflADfllv That with Mrtv Dwlarht meets Joyce beauty. Seldon, a famous CHAPTER II 2 """"." Night Fishing Next day brought Kilmeny the of- fice of camp cook, which was taken In turn by each of the men. Only two meals a day were eaten In camp, so that he had several hours of leisure after the breakfast things were cleared away. The arrival of the party at the Lodge brought back to him vividly some chapters of his life that had long been burled. His father, Archibald Kilmeny, had married the daughter of a small cattleman some years after he had come to Colorado. Though she had died while he was a child. Jack still held warmly In his heart some vivid memories of the passionate uncurbed woman who had been his mother. She had been a belle In the cow country, charming In her way, beautiful to the day of her death, but without education or restraint Her husband had made the mistake of taking Jier back to Ireland on a visit to his The result had been unforpeople. tunate. She was unconquerably provincial, entirely democratic, as uncultured as her native columbine. Moreover, her temper was of the whirlwind variety. The staid life of the oid country, with its d distinctions of class and rutted conventions, did not suit her at all. All traditions which she could not understand the young wife scoffed openly. Before she left, veiled dislike became almost open war. The visit had never been repeated, nor. Indeed, had she ever been Invited again. This she had bitterly resented and she had Instilled Into Jack the antagonism she herself felt. When be was eight years old Jack's father had Insisted on taking lilm back to meet his relatives. Immediately upon his return the youngster's mother had set about undermining any fondness he might have felt for his British kindred. Three years later she had died. She had been a doting mother, with fierce gusts of passionate adoration for her boy. Jack remembered these after he forgot her less amiable qualities. He had grown up with an unreasonable feeling of dislike toward those of his father's family who had failed to get along with her. Some instinct of loyalty which he could hardly define set him unconsciously in antagonism to his cousins at the Lodge. He had decided not to make himself known to them. In a few days their paths would diverge again for all time. Dusk found him In the river Just above the riffles. He fished down the well-ordere- Dusk Found Him In the River Just Above the Riffles. stream slowly, shortening his line as darkness settled over the hills. He was nearly opposite the Lodge when he noticed a fisherman In front of him. Working steadily forward, Kilmeny found himself gojnlng on the other. In order not to pass too near lie struck out Into the deeper water toward the center of the river. When almost opposite the other he heard splash not twenty feet away, followed by the whirr of the reel as the trout made for the deep water. From the shadows where his unknown companion was obscured came the click of the line being wound up. There was flash of sliver In the moonlight, and again the rapid whirl of the reel. "You"' hooked a whale, neighbor," Kilmeny called across. The voice that came bsck to him across the water was eager and glad. Jack would have known its throb of vimtnful seat auxMf a thousand. O. W. "Must I let him have all the line he wants?" Kilmeny waded toward her as he gave counsel. "Don't make It too easy for him, but don't Jerk. Keep his nose up if you can." 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. He saw that she was tiring, but he did not offer any help, for he knew that she was a sportsman. She would want to win alone or not at all. Yet he moved closer. The water wag up to her hips, and no river In the Kockles has a swifter current than the Gunnison. The bottom, too, is covered with smooth slippery stones and bowlders, so that a mlstep might send her plunging down. Deprived of the use of ber landing pole, she could make less resistance to the tug of the stream, and the four or five pounds of dynamic energy at the end of her line would give her all she could do to take care of for the next few minutes. Her pole was braced against her body, which made reeling dlllicult. The man beside her observed that except for a tendency to raise the pole too much she was playing her trout like a veteran. The tlWng 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. "Steady I Take your time." "Thanks. I'm all right now." His right arm still girdled her slight The trout was tiring. Inch figure. 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 round where It would be ready for Instant use. "Tell me what I must do now." "Hei's hooked pretty fast. Take your time about getting him Into your net, and be careful then. These big fellows are likely to 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 the game bag." Hegothl fingers through Its gill before he took the hook from the mouth of the fish. Carrying the trout In one band and his pole In the other, he waded slowly through the awlft water to the shore. The girl's vibrant voice came to him as she splashed at his heels toward the bank. "He's such a ripping good one. I'm so pleased. How much do you think he will weigh?" "My guess Is six pounds. He's the biggest taken this year so far. I congratulate you. Miss Dwlght" "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 I?- - 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." Her dark eyes flashed a questioning glance at him. She had been brought up In a society where class lines were closely drawn, but ber experience gave her no data for Judging this young man's social standing. Casual Inquiries of old Ballard, the caretaker at the Lodge, had brought her the Information that the party of fishermen were miners from the hills. This one went by the name of Crumbs and sometime Jack. What puzzled Mlaa Dwlght was the difficulty of reconciling htm with himself. Sometimes he used the speech and the slow drawl of the plainsman, and again he spoke with the correctness of one who has known good society. In spite of his careless garb he had the look of class. A young woman of Impulse, she yielded to an audacious one now. "I'm glad you let me do the sporting thing, Mr. Crumbs." His gentle laughter welled out "Where did you get that?" "Isn't It your name?" she asked, with a lift of the dark eyebrows. He hesitated, barely an Instant Of course she knew perfectly well that it was not his name. But It suited him not to give one more definite. "I reckon It's a name good enough to bring me to dinner by," be drawled, smiling. He was bark again In the western Idiom and manner. She wondered why. The change had come when she had spoken his name. A certain wariness had settled over hla face like a mask. She could see that he was purposely taking refuge In the class distinctions that presumably separated them. Yet she could have sv.rn that nothing had been farther from bis mind during the exciting ten minutes In the water while voice and presence and arm had steadied her for the battle. They walked together op the slope to the big house. A fishing costume Is not a thing of grace, but the one this girl wore could not eclipse the elastic suppleness of the slender figure or the Joy in life that animated the vivid Dillingham Co. face with the black curls straying from beneath the Jaunty cap. To deny her beauty was easy, but In the soft down sifted showered moonlight through the trees it was Impossible for Kilmeny's eyes to refuse her an admission of charm. She had the gift for comradeship, and with it a freedom of mind unusual in one of her class. She ran up the steps of the Lodge lightly and thanked him with a pleasant "good-night.- " As he turned away Kilmeny came face to face with another fisherman returning from the sport of the night. The man opposite him was rather short and thickset. In his eyes was a look of kind shrewd wisdom, and he was unmistakably an Englishman lted-face- d white-bearde- of the upper class. Miss Dwlght Introduced him as Lord Farquhar, and the men shook hands. "Guess what I've got," demanded the young woman, her hands behind her. "Heaven only knows. It might be anything from the measles to a new lover," smiled Farquhar. She flashed upon him the fish that had been hidden behind her waders. "By Jove I Catch him yourself?" She nodded, her eyes shining. Farquhar, very much a sportsman, wanted to know all about It, after which he Insisted on weighing the trout. Jack was dragged Into the Lodge to Join In this function, and presently found himself meeting Lady Farquhar, a pleasant plump lady. Her smile was warm for this supple blue-eye-d engaging westerner, but the latter did not need to be told that behind her friendliness the Instinct of the chaperon was alert The one swift glance she had thrown at Miss Dwlght told him as much. Into the room drifted presently Miss Seldon, a late novel In her hand. Joyce Seldon was frankly a beauty In every line and feature. Her exquisite coloring, the soft amber hair so extravagant In quantity, the long lashes which shaded deep lovely eyes, satis-fle- d the senses no less than the supple rounded young body which was carried with such light grace. Kilmeny was not very Impressionable, but in her presence the world seemed somehow shot through with a new radiance. She laid upon him the spell of women. Presently Dobyans Verlnder droppetf In with an empty creel and opened wide supercilious eyes at sight of Jack. He was followed presently by Captain Kilmeny and his sister, India, the latter a pretty Irish girl, quick of tongue, quicker of eye, and ready for anything from flirting to fishing. From the talk. Jack gathered that Lord Farquhar and Miss Dwlght had bet their catch would outweigh that of the other three, Farquhar and she to fish opposite the Lodge and the others half a mile below. Themlnor-It- y party had won easily, thanks to the big trout and Verlnder's obstinacy In sticking to the flies he had used in England with success. There Is a type of Englishman that goes through life using the flies he was brought up on and trying to make them fit all places and times. Any divergence Is a form of treason. Neither Farquhar nor Kilmeny happened to be of that kind. Supper, to which Lady Farquhar had Insisted that the American stay, was being served Informally in the living room. Verlnder helped himself to sandwich, ogling Moya the while with bis eyeglass. "I aay, you know, I believe in you. Miss Dwlght," he asserted. That young woman did not know why ahe resented more than usual his wheedling attentions. Lady Jim bad invited the millionaire to Join their party, as the girl very well knew, in order to give her charges a chance at him. Not that Lady Farquhar liked the man. She knew him quite well for an little snob at heart. But he would pass muster In crowd, and none of the young women of the party could afford to sniff at two millions sterling. Since Captain Kilmeny had Joined the party in Denver the plans of Lady Farquhar had been modified. The soldier had taken an early opportunity to tell her that lie meant to ssk Moya Dwlght to marry hlrn. He had been In love with her for years and had asked her Just before his regiment left for India the last time. The captain was not rich, but he had enough. It happened too that he was a clean honest gentleman who bad made a reputation for efficiency and gnllantry In the army. I.ady Farquhar was quite willing to bsck his suit o far as she could. "He's our kind. Ned Kilmeny Js," she had told her husband. "I gave Moya her chance with Verlnder but I should have been disappointed In her If she had taken him. If she will only fall In love with Ned Ml forgive her all the queer things slie la always doing." Farquhar had chuckled. "It s an bdds-ochance she'll not fancy hlin, d n Dl." "No, I suppose not. Pity she can t be sensible." "There are enough of us sensible, Dt. We csn spare her a few years yet for romance. When she grows sensible ahe'll have to give up something she can't afford to lose." UU wife looked at him and smiled fondly. "You haven't quite lost It yourself, Jim." It was true enough that Lord Farquhar retained an interest in life that was refreshing. This evening his eyes gleamed while the "westerner told of the frontier day program to be held at the little town of Gunnison next day. "You and your friends are miners, I understand. You'll not .take part, then?" he asked. "I used to punch cows. My name Is entered for the riding. The boys want me to take a turn." India Kilmeny sat up straight. "Let's go. We can ride up in the morning. It will be Jolly. All in favor of going eat another sandwich." "It will be pretty woolly quite different from anything you have seen," the miner suggested. "Thought we came to fish," Verlnder interposed. "Great bore looking at amateur shows and it's a long ride." "Move we go. What say, Lady Far- seen a more daring and magnificent piece of horsemanship. Captain Kilmeny clapped his hands enthusiastically. "Bravo! Well done!" He turned to Moya, who sat beside him. "Finest bit of rough-ridinI ever saw. Not one man in a million could have done it" "It's all in getting the hang of the thing, you know," drawled Verlnder SMALL-TO-P PAIL IS complacently. BEST FOR DAIRYING Moya, who was leaning forward with her dark eyes fixed on the two superb milk pail is a animals fighting for mastery in the That the small-to- p arena, thought both comments charac- distinct aid In producing clean milk teristic. ... The captain was a sports- is proved by the large amount of hair man and a gentleman, the millionaire and dirt that collects on the cover of was neither. such a pall during milking, points out India whispered In the ear of Moya. F. O. Button, professor of dairy Indus"He's as broadmlnded "as a crab, Just try at the college of agriculture at about." New Brunswick, N. J. The reference was of course to This accumulation will take place Verlnder. "I think we ought to be on the bood of the pall even when fair, even to a crab, dear," Miss the cow's body, udder and teats are Dwlght answered dryly. comparatively clean. Without the proThe battle between the outlaw tection of the hood, this material broncho and Its rider was over. The would fall directly Into the milk. confidence of Teddy Roosevelt as well The Influence of the small-to- p pall as Us strength had been shaken. The on the number of bacteria that fall Into milk at milking time has been shown by experiment to be as follows : When the cows were dirty and only sterilized utensils used, an open pall gave milk containing 86,000 bacteria In every 25 drops of milk, while a covered pall under the same condition gave milk containing only 24,000 bacteria in that quantity of milk. It has been said that the hooded pall can generally be expected to keep out at least 60 per cent of the dirt and bacteria that would otherwise fall Into the milk. - The more dirt there Is on a cow the more Important it Is to use a small-to- p pail. In selecting such a pall one should consider the ease of cleaning, the ease of use and the smallness of the opening. All seams In the pall should be soldered flush to make cleaning easy. The interior should be free from angles and Jnaccessible crevices which harbor bacteria and render cleaning difficult" Some dairymen obpall, ject to milking into a small-to- p claiming it is too difficult With a little practice, however, one can readily become accustomed to Its use. The benefit to be derived from this modern pall Is well worth the effort The Bucks of the Pony Were Easy to Foresee. g . quhar?" put in Captain Kilmeny. "Do let's go," Moya begged. "I don't see why we shouldn't," Lady Farquhar smiled. "But I'm like Mr. Verlnder about riding. If he'll drive me up the rest of you can go on horseback." "Delighted, 'm sure." " Verlnder came to time outwardly civil but Inwardly fuming. "If we're going It's time you girls were In bed. You've had a hard day and tomorrow will be another," Lady Jim pronounced. The westerner rose to go. "Night's young yet. Stop and sit In with us to a game of poker. What!' Farquhar Invited. "My pocketbook is at the camp," the American demurred. "I'll be your banker," his host volunteered. The ladies said good-nigh- t and departed. Chairs were drawn to the card table, chips sold, and hands were dealt. The light of morning was breaking before Kilmeny made his way back to camp. He had in his pockets one hundred and seventy-thre- e dollars, most of which had recently been the property of Dobyans Verlnder. bucks of the pony were easy to foresee. The horse Presently they ceased. III CHAPTER stood with drooping head, foam dripping from its mouth, flanks flecked with sweat stains. Fugitives From Justice Kilmeny swung from the saddle, and At the Lodge the whole party was y down by and was on the at the same time Colter stepped Into road within the hour. The horses were the arena. He drew Jack aside and keen and the pace brisk. It was not whispered in his ear. India, watchuntil half the distance had been cov- ing the rough-ridthrough field ered that Joyce, who was riding be- glasses, saw the face of the young side the captain, found opportunity man grow grim and hard. Without the delay of a moment he pushed for conversation. through the crowd that gathered to "XouJsjk tifi late,, didn't your congratulate blm and walked Out of "Early," the soldier laughed. "How did the savage behave him- the grounds with Colter. The other two riders who had self? He has a good deal of assur reached the finals were both experts ance, hasn't he?" she asked lightly. "Do you In the saddle. One of them, however, The captain hesitated. think that's quite the word? He fitted had been traveling with a Wild West show and was too soft to bold his own In easily wasn't shy or awkward that sort of thing, you know but he against the bit of Incarnate deviltry wasn't obtrusive at all. Farquhar he was astride. To save himself he had to clutch at the born of the sadlikes him." "He's rather Interesting," Joyce ad dle. "He's pulling leather," shouted one mitted. She thought of him as a handsome of the Judges, and the man was waved untamed young barbarian, but it was aside. The third cowpuncher made a good Impossible for her to deny a certain amount of regard for any virile man showing, but his horse lacked the enwho admired her. The westerner had ergy and spirit of Teddy Roosevelt not let his eyes rest often upon her, The unanimous decision of the Judges but the subtle Instinct of her sex told was In favor of Kilmeny. But when sought for blm to award the prize her that he was very much taken with they new champion was nowhere to be her. Since Joyce Seldon was the cea the ter and circumference about which found. Moya Dwlght felt with genuine dismost of her thoughts revolved. It fol lowed that the young man had chosen appointment that the man's courtesy had failed. She and her friends had the sure way to her favor. his exploits liberally. The Moya Dwlght too found that the applauded least he could have done would have young fisherman flitted In and out of been to have made a short call at their her mind a good deal. In spite of the aoft vocal elisions of the West, his box. Instead, be had ignored them. She resolved to bear herself more coldspeech had a dignity that suggested If met again. breeding. It was quite likely he was ly Thethey early shadows of sunset were not a gentleman, according to the code in which she had been brought up, but stretching down the rough mountain It was equally sure there burned In sides by the time the visitor from the Lodge reached the river canyon on hlra that dynamic spark of which la at the base of all good man their homeward way. Boon after this the champion rider and his friend ners. Colter them on a stretch of The little town of Ounnlson rioted narrow passed cut In the steep wall of road as she life. Born and brought up with the The leathery face of the had been In the. Iron caste of modern lattergulch. took them in Impassively as he Moya found the barthem a little nod of recognition, baric color of the occasion very ap- gave but the younger man reined In for a down on As ahe looked the pealing. few words. He accepted their conarena from the box her party occupied, with a quiet "Glad you gratulation the hrtirt of the girl throbbed with enjoyed It," but It was plain that he the pure Joy of It all. She loved this wa In a hurry. In his eye there wa West with Its picturesque chap-cla- d a certain hard wariness that seemed brown-faceriders They were a hardto fit the occasion. Moya bitten lot, burned to a brick red by hardly not could avoid the Impression that be the untempered sun of the Rockies. wa anxious about something. A soon g Cheerful sons of mirth they were, as he well could he spur to hi their year with a boyish ex- horse and cantered put after hi comuberance that was delightful. panion. for the Most of the competitor It wa perhaps a quarter of an hour bucking broncho championship had later that the sound of hard riding been eliminated before the arrival of reached them from the rear. Five the psrty from the Lodge. Among the dusty, hard-bittemen. all armed with three who had reached the'finals was rifle and revolvers, drew level with their guest of the previous evening. them. The leader threw crisp ejec"Jack Kilmeny will ride Teddy tion at Lord Farquhar. Roosevelt," blared the megaphone man. "Two rider pas you lately?" The English officer turned to Far"Yes." catch name. the "Didn't quite quhar. anyTMngT" "Fay Sounded like my own." "The younger one Mopped for a few "That's what I thought," contributed words. He Is a Mr. Crumbs, camped Ms sister. A moment later, she added: on the river Just below us." Mr. Crumbs." it's "Why. That young man sauntered forward laxity, dragging hla saddle by Its horn. It looks a If Jack might be He saddled the trembling animal In bad. The five hard-bittewarily, then swung lightly to the seat riders strangely suggest a sherThe broncho stood for an Instant moiff posse bent on buslnsaa. Itself from then the humped tionless, Will they catch him? demon an of action. Incarnate earth, young miner apBut the peared damped to the saddle. Lithe (TO B CONTINUED.) and sinuous as a panther, be rode with Most excuse are not worth tk mak a perfect ease that was captivating. Evan the frontier Wst had never Ir nine-thirt- Keep Milk Pails Clean by Using False Bottom After trying In vain to keep the botthe milkpall free from the mire of the barnyard, a false bottom was devised as shown In the drawing. A inch larger In diameter round piece, than the bottom of the pall, was cut tom of -- er self-respe- auper-clvlllzatlo- d car-ryln- n lean-flanke- False Bottom Keep Pail Clean.. from an apple-boside (any similar lumber would do, of course). To this were nailed three lath cleats, across the grain. The middle cleat was allowed to extend 1 Inches beyond either edge ofthe board, and to these extensions were nailed two h blocks cut from lumber. To one of these blocks was fastened a such a Is used spring trouser-guar- d In riding a bicycle. The spring was held solidly In place with a lath wedge. . Two small lath uprights nailed to the aides completed the Job. The spring holds the false bottom firmly In place. Popular Science Monthly. x one-inc- Skim Milk Fed Calf Must Have Supply of Water Calve need water even though they on skim milk. Because milk Is largely made up of water I no reason for not giving calf an opportunity to drink. It 1 not a good practice to water calf Immediately after It ha had It feed of skim milk and I pretty well filled up. The middle of the day I a better time. After a calf Is two week old. It should get a little water each day. On very hot summer day large amount of water In the middle of the day may be followed by bad result. On these day It I better to water them during the forenoon and afternoon when they are out in the hot sun during the day. Then It I not advisable to let them overdrink. A small amount, a half bucketful or so at a time, and often. Is far better tban giving all at one time. If the calves have access to fresh water at all times, time and work la aved. "However, It I a poor policy to let the calve drink from a atng-napool. This water supply baa caused Intestinal trouble and frequently poisoning. are being raised nt Feed for Young Calf Milk should be fed until the calf la month old. By this time, ft elionld be eating all the feed It will clean up nicely. It I Important that st the feeding be continued while the milk I being gradually tapered off and, when the calf la weaned. It should never be allowed to stop growing. Care In tapering off the milk and a little wore feed will do the trick. II It la summer, the calf should run oat In a good pssture where fresh water and salt are aeceaslble at all time. |