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Show THE SPANISH FORK PRESS, SPANISH FORK, UTAH M5T GisHD A TALE OF CIVIL STRIFE tt T RANDALL PARRISH RHODES ItLU$mTION$ ) COoytCMT iTA.c.ifcnfic (aassav.- .. t,ca jg &-C.- D. i i 8YNOPSI8. 2 I Confederate Sergeant Wyatt of the Staunton artillery la aent as a spy to hla native county on the Green Briar by General Jackson. Wyatt meets a mountaineer named Jem Taylor. CHAPTER II Continued. i "Things has changed sum since then. Nobody lives ter hum eny more, dts sure hell In Oreen Briar these slays somebody Is gettln kilt every day er two. The cusses travel In gangs, murderin' an' burnln from one end o the county to the other."' He spoke In an even, drawling voice, with not the slightest show of emotion, as though telling an ordinary bit of news: D d If I know which outfit Is the wus the Yanks or the Robs." "Which are you with?" "Who, me?" He paused In bis bolting of food, and gave vent to an unpleasant laugh. "I rather reckon It would puzzle the Lord Almighty ter find that out I dont give a whoop fer neither of 'em. Im fer ol Jem Taylor, an' It keeps me tolorble busy tending ter hts affairs, without botherin bout no government." "Then your name Is Taylor? . 1 reckon It has been for bout sixty years. Thar's a slew o Taylors over along Buffalo crick, an' som of 'em are Yanks, an a parcel of em are Rebs, but they dont git ol Jem ter take nary side. At that. Im glttln all the flghtln I hanker arter. Naturally, Im a peaceful critter, If tb cusses let me alone." "Quieted down some over there lately, hasn't it? "Huh I Thars a rlglment o blue-coaat Lewlsburg, an a few cavalrymen rldtn ther pikes. Don't amount ,ter a hill o beans as fer as ther boys ,are concerned. All they got ter do Is 'go further back In the hills, an be a more keerful. I reckon, young man, yell find plenty o deviltry going ,on in Green Briar, If ye ever git out that away. Wal, thets all thar Is fer us ter eat, an I'm goln ter take a snooze." ' He closed the door, fastening it securely with a wooden bar, and' stretched himself out on the floor. The 'room was dark, as the only window wsb tightly boarded up, and using my bundle for a pillow, I lay down In a short time bis heavy also. 'breathing was evidence enough that Taylor slept Slowly my heavy eyes closed, and I lost consciousness. The sun was below the mountain ridge, when the heavy hand of the old mountaineer shook me Into sudden With nothing left to wakefulness. eat Ve were not long In preparing for departure, I endeavoring vainly to get g my silent companion to converse, rewarded merely by grumbled and ts be-iln- ten days ago an' I reckon I kin find my way back. It's 'bout forty miles frum thar ter Lewlsburg, mostly hills, but a good trail. 1 know folks et Hot Springs who will take good keer o us, onct we git thar." We rested, dozing, but neither sound asleep, for nearly three hours. Whatever might be In Taylors mind, the lonely night had brought to me a new thought relative to my companion. The fellow was evasive, and once he had frankly lied In seeking to explain bis presence In the valley, and the reason for his secrecy of movement. By now we were decidedly at cross-pu- r poses, each vigilantly watching the other Taylor In doubt as to what the bundle contained, which I never permitted out of my grasp, and myself as deeply Interested In gaining possession of a packet of papers, a glimpse of which 1 had caught In an Inside pocket of the mountaineers coat. His mission, whatever it might be, was secret and dangerous. Of this bis ceaseless vigilance was proof. The light of a dying day still clung to the western sky when our wearied horses bore us Into the village of Hot Springs. It was like a deserted hamlet, few houses appearing Inhabited, and the shop windows boarded up. Taylor, glancing neither to right or left, rode straight down the main street, and turned onto a pike road, leading to the left. A mile beyond, a frame house, painted white, barely visible through the deepening dusk, stood In a grove of oaks. The .mountaineer turned up the broad driveway, and dismounted before the closed door. Almost at the same moment the portal opened slightly and a black face peered out. CHAPTER III. The Body on the Floor. Taylor stood at the foot of the steps, pausing In uncertainty. "Is that you. Sam? Is Mister Harwood yere? 1 insensibly straightened In my saddle. Harwood? What Harwood, I wondered surely not Major Harwood of Lewlsburg, my father's old friend! Wbat was It I had heatd about him a few months ago? Wasn't It a rumor that be was on General Ramsay's staff? And the daughter Noreen whatever had become of her? There was an Instants vision before me of laughing eyes, and wind-blowhair, a galloping horse, and the wave of a challenging hand. She had thus swept by me on the road as I took my mother southward. "I don't 'peer fer to recollect no such name, sah," replied the negro, scratch"I done ing bis wool thoughtfully. reckon as how you got the wrong house." "No, I reckon not,sald the other drily. "Git long In, an tell him Jem Taylor Is yere." ' The door opened wider. "Suah, I know you now, sah. Just step right long In. the both of yer. Ill look after them horses. You'll fin Massa Harwood In the dinin room, n 'evasive answers. Finally I desisted 'In the attempt, content to follow bis lead. Taylor, astride his sorrel, with gun resting grimly across his knees, irode straight through the brush, away 'from the pike, down the valley of a small stream. In crossing, the horses . drank their fill . "How about the valley road?" I tasked as we climbed the opposite sah." . 'bank. I followed the mountaineer up the The leader glanced back at me. and Into the hall, utterly Indlf- steps, "This yere way la nlgher, an a darn islght mor quiet," he answered gruffly. "Soldiers been marching over the pike jail day. Mout be all right fer yer, If . yerve got a pass but I ain't got none. We'll hev' good nough rldin' in bout a mile mor." "You are aiming for the "I be yer do kno' sumthln of this tyere klntry, I reckon, but yer've got tmore eddtcatlon than eny Cowan ! ever hooked up with afore. Yer don't 'talk none like mountin' folks." I drew a quick breath, sensing the ireturn of suspicion. "Thats true," I admitted readily. "You see I went to school at Coving-iton- ; they were going to make a preacher out of me." Taylor stared Into my face, hla . . cut-off- ? vague suspicion seemingly gone. "Well. I'll be d d a preacher He rode on Into the dusk, chuckling, .and 1 followed, smiling to myself, glad 'that the man's good humor had been Iso easily restored. We were fed at a hut back In the ifoothllls, w here an old couple, the man lame, were glad enough to exchange , their poor food for the late news from tbs army. In which they had a son Then we rode' steadily to the south. 'When dawn came we were to the west of Waynesboro, In broken country, and all through those long night hours scarcely a word had been exchanged rbetween us. We campe finally In the bend of a small stroam, where high jbanks concealed us from observation. There was llttls to eat In our haver-jsackbut we munched what we had. .and Taylor, his eyes on the horses, broks the silence. "I reckon the critters don't need jtnore'n a couple hours' rest," hs said. , "They ain't been rid noways hard, an ,Im fer glttln' through the gap durln' daylight the road ain't overly good Just now." -- I Followed the Mountaineer Up the 8teps and Into ths Hall. s ferret as to whethsr my company was desired or not It was not yet dark, but a lamp burned on a nearby table, and a cheerful fire glowed at the farther end. But a brighter glow of light streamed from a room beyond, and, determined to miss nothing. I was so close behind Taylor that my quick eyes caught what I believed to be a swift signal of warning to the man within. This, howevsr, was an Impression born from my own suspicion, rather than any real movement, for Taylor took but a single step across the threshold, and stopped, leaning on lAcroer the mountains? Is there his gun. Ths stngls occupant sat upgap here?" right. before him the remnants of a "Ther road ter Hot 8pr!ngs Is bout light repast, his hand' toying with a jtwo miles below yer. 1 cum over It aooon, and hts cyss shifting from Tay lors face to my own. He was heavily built and broad of shoulder. The face would have been bard, but for a gleam of good humor in the eyes, and the softening effect of gray hair, and a gray mustache. The man had aged greatly, yet I recognized him Instantly, my heart throbbing with the possibility that I also might be remembered. Yet surely there was no gleam of recollection In the eyes that surveyed me and why should there be? I had been an uninteresting lad of fifteen when we last met This knowledge gave me courage to meet that searching glance, and to lift my band In the salute due to an officer of rank. "Ah! said Harwood In deep voice, "a soldier from the valley?" Yes, sir," respectfully, the Sixty-fift- h Virginia. "How does It happen you wear artillery uniform? Expecting the question I answered unhesitatingly. They'd lost so many gunners, some of us were detailed to help. Recruits are coming In now." "What was your battery?" and a strange choking In the throat, belt at my revolver the for reached bolder It was not there; the leather was was empty. My first sensation of victim the was I fear, a belief to my occurred It Then treachery. have mind that the weapon might I fallen from the open holster as resb At ed on the bed a mere accident. of that least I would learn the truth dark room. I stepped within, circled the overturned chair, and a groping on foot encountered something lying the floor. I bent down and touched It with my hand; It was the body of a man. The whole truth came to me In a flash there had been a quarrel, a and murder, unpremeditated probably, half-close- Office u Bmgaow Ni.hlC.tl. M.d.FrMOSo, Phone 21 If Conditions Are Favorable Three Cuttings Can Generally Be Following Season Much Seed Wasted. .. 'Spaa . ' Fol ose ph Hughes Ob-taln- Office Redence.'oma j alI st South and I large number of our successful St West alfalfa falfa growers are sowing their Office Hours, 10 to 12 In the falL Thte fall seeding some P. m. Sued., moisof years depends on the amount ture In the soil. In some localities Phone 53 SpaniffiFck during the last few years there has not been sufficient moisture In the ground to Justify fall seeding. If the alfalfa can be sown In the W- fall under favorable conditions, three good cuttings can generally be gotten Office at Creer Building the following season, says Twentieth Century Farmer. If this seeding Is Phone 32 . done on stubble ground, the disk Is a splendid tool to be used In preparing Office Hours 2 to 4 p. m. the ground. The amount of seed to be sown and the manure In which the seeding la to be done have a lot to do In the way of getting a stand. It Is claimed that If one had a good, strong stalk of alfalfa, every six Inches square there would be a good Fork, Utah. stand. Do you know that It every Geer Building-Spani- sh seed would produce a plant and every 117-PHONE NO. d plant was placed six Inches from the next It would take a little less than a pound of seed per acre? If this Is true, we are throwing away a lot of seed every year. FLORIST can't Of course, Ideal conditions prevail, and a certain amount of seed Freeh Floweri supplied lot illocculoni. Fuonil doigat leapt oa hand and filled to order. Is always lost Some seed wont gerAll kmda of Furnituta Repaired. minate; some of It starts and dies Raeidenco Two Blodu North ol Fouadiy before making a plant Just because, on account of Insufficient moisture, Fork Utah. it hasnt the strength to hold out. Spanish The usual amount of seed sown Is from fifteen to twenty-fiv- e pounds an acre. One of the best stands of alfalfa we ever had was from seeding ten pounds per acre. In considering the amount of seed to be sown, we must take into consideration the manner In which the seeding Is to be done. If It Is sown broadcast and harrowed In, more HACK MEETS ALLTRAINS seed must necessarily be sown than 12 If It Is drilled In. We have always favored seeding with a drilL With UTAH the drill all the seed is covered, and SPANISH FORK it stands to reason that more of It will germinate and produce plants than If broadcasted and harrowed. The Ideal conditions would be to FASHONABLE get this Beed sown and covered, yet spread as evenly as possible, or, In other words, broadcasted under the surface. It Is advisable sometimes to One Block North of the Dink use a wheel behind the shoe In the Utah drill and pack the soil slightly. Al- Spanish Fork falfa seed sells at a good price. The man seeding a field must put on sufficient seed for a stand; at the same time he does not want to put on more than Is necessary. He should Investigate the different drills and methods of seeding and adopt such a plan as looks to him most advisable. A k,.pp0'ij"fcl Hagan, M.D. Dr. C. D. Livingston DENTIST by my prompt replies. novement The silence continued, and I began to cautiously stoal passage down the carpeted stairs, crouching well back against the side wall. Little by little I was able to peer In through the open door the chairs were vacant; there was no one there. The gleam of tho lamp revealed a deserted room, the table still littered with dishes. What had become then of Harwood and Taylor? Were they sitting beyond In the darkened parlor? 1 crept to the door. The room was black and silent, although I could perceive dimly the outlines of furniture. Depends Upon Amount of Moisture In the Soil. Much J; "Staunton Horse artillery, sir." "Stationed?" "At Front Royal that was our winter camp." He nodded, tapping his spoon aga!nst,the table, favorably Impressed His keen eyes sought the face of the silent mountaineer. "You know this man, Taylor?" . "Wal, I cant exactly say thet I dew, major," he said drawllngly, shifting his feet uneasily. "He says hes a Cowan, frum over on Buffalo crick. "A Cowan! you mean" "No, he don't claim ter be none o ol Neds brood his mars a wldder woman. They aint no kin, I reckon. Whatever thoughts might have been In Major Harwood's mind were concealed by an Impassive face, as he sat there for a moment In silence, gazing at the two of us. No doubt you did what you believed to be best, Taylor, he said at last quietly. "We will talk It over later. You are both hungry enough to eat, I suppose? Draw up some chairs and Sam will find something. No objection to remaining here over night, Cowan? "Id be glad to get on, sir, but my horse Is about used up. The roads have been hard and we have traveled rapidly." "Well, there Is plenty of room, and you are welcome. This house," he explained, "belongs to a friend of mine, who had to leave the country too Yankee for his neighbors. I find It rather convenient at times. Ah, Sam, that rasher of bacon looks prime I'll try some myself." The three of us talked upon many subjects, although Taylor said little, except when directly addressed, anf I noted that few references were made to the war. That Harwood was In the Federal service 1 had no doubt, although he was not In uniform, and, If this was true, then It must be also a fact that Taylor was a Union spy. The meeting here had not been by chance, although a mystery Involved tho hidden reason why I, a known Confederate soldier, had been encouraged to accompany .the mountaineer to this secret rendezvous. At last the meal ended and the major pushed back his chair and motioned Sam to clear the table. "You two men are tired out," he said genially, "and you had better turn In and get a good nights sleep. We'll all of us ride on Into Green Briar tomorrow. Ill talk with you a minute, Taylor, In the parlor, before you go; but Cowan does not need to wait Help yourselves to the tobacco. Oh, Sam! show this soldier up to the back bedroom and see he has everything he needs." It was clearly apparent that Harwood desired a private word with Taylor and so, after deliberately filling my pipe. I rose to my feet, stretching sleepily. The black returned with a small lamp In his hand and led the way up the broad stairs. A moment later I was left alone In a small room at the end of the upper hall with one window, so heavily curtained as probably to render the light Invisible from without. The door was securely latched, but there was no lock. Then I was not being held a prisoner. After some minutes 1 extinguished the light, and looked out of the window. It --was quite a drop, though not necessarily a dangerous. one, to the ground. Those dim outlines of buildings were probably the stables, where I would find my horse. With no guards the trick of getting away unobserved would be easy enough, and I knew the oad sufficiently well to follow It safe-y- . But I desired to learn first what hese two men were actually up to. Such Information might prove more Important than my Investigations In Green Briar. I stole across to the door and opened It noiselessly. There was no one visible In the upper hall, and I leaned over the stair rail gazing A light still down, and listening. burned within the dining room, but there was no sound of voices, or of SOW ALFALFA IN FALL " R. M. JEX I Picked It Up Wonderlngly. It Was My Own. the assassin had escaped. But which the victim? An Instant I stood there, staring about In the dark, bewildered and uncertain. Then I grasped the lamp from the table In the other room, and returned holding the light In my hands. The form of Major Harwood lay extended on the floor, lifeless, his skull crushed by an ugly blow. Beside him lay a Berevolver. Its butt yond doubt this was the weapon which bad killed. I picked It up wonderlngly It was my own. of the two was blood-staine- (TO BE CONTINUED.) HEIRS TO DEAD GREATNESS and Louis Napoleon, "The French Pretenders," Celebrate Their Birthday 8ame Week. Victor Both the Napoleon brothers, Victor and Louts, famous for their act entitled "The French Pretenders," celebrated birthdays recently on the same week. Louis, the younger, passed the mark, while Prince Victor Napoleon, who would sit on the Imperial throne of France It the republic hadnt destroyed that piece of furniture, was fifty-twLouIj was Victors heir to the pretendershlp until about a year ago, when a son was born to Victor and his royal spouse, Princess Clementine of Belgium. Victor Is a grandnephew of Emperor Napoleon I. He lives In Brussels, and In 1910 married Clementine, the third daughter of King Leopold I of Belgium. The birth of another Bonaparte was hailed with great delight by the few followers of the pre-- ' tender and the pretenderess, and the christening of the Infant Prince Louis King of Rome was marked by ImThe cereperial pomp and eclat mony took place In the palatial premises of the proud papa In the Avenue Louise. Most of the Imperialists of France were there, and did not crowd the buildings. Prince Louis, the younger brother of the pretender, Is apparently a confirmed bachelor. He served In the Russian army for many years, with rank of lieutenant general, but now resides at Geneva, where the Napoleons own a fine chateau. mirth-provoki- half-centur- B. H. BROWN Livery and Feed Stable Phone No. Lorenzo Thomas TAILOR Job jjprinting NEW CORN-PLANTIN- G METHOD Moisture Is Preserved Between Rows and Plant Flourishes During Temporary Periods of Drought new method of planting corn has been successfully tried out under western dry-lanconditions. The seeding Is done In rows twice the usual distance apart while the plants are spaced twice as thick in the row. The stand Is therefore the same, but as this method seems to preserve the moisture midway between the rows the. supply Is often sufficient to maintain the corn in flourishing condition during temporary periods of drought while occasionally It may complete the development of the crop. By this method the yields were around thirty bushels the acre while adjoining fields In which the rows were three and one-hal- t feet apart the yields were only ten to twelve bushels, which Is not very profitable farming In any country. The listing plan seems to be coming Message on a Mans Scalp. We hear much about secret writing, Into more general favor on the aaid but have not yet heard of anything to uplands and the new scheme will apply thereto Just the same. beat the simple cunning of one a Greek, at the Persian court In the fifth century, B. C., who wanted to Drainage Neglected. send a private message to a friend at People usually appreciate the value Miletus. He took a slave with bad of Irrigation, but because they can eyes, and, under pretense of curing grow crops of a sort, neglect drainage. Such people, If they have land with him shaved his head. The message was then written on a surplus of water, should get a pamhis scalp, unknown even to him, the phlet from the United States departhair allowed to grow again, and ths ment of agriculture on "The Economy slave sent off to Miletus with a letter of Farm Drainage." which all could read, saying how well he had been cured. And the friend, Coat of Chick Feed. 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"Yaas," sat Uncle Silas. my ion Bill hes got back from a special course he's been s takin' at college, with a piece o' paper signed by Yhorltles saytn as how he's an A I dunno what an A. M. Is, but gfeardey they's some mistake about It. for Judgin' from the time he gits down to breakfast he behaves more like a P. M. ter me." New Yorkers Are Milk Drinkers. the favorite drink of residents of New York city, accord tng to recent statistics or ths health department, and ths number of censed saloons Is decreasing it reported that ths consumption of milk of has Increased In ths city to per crn Milk Is becoming Something some vague sense mystery, of danger, gripped me. 1 felt la tea years Infertile Eggs Best Infertile eggs produced by flocks in which there Is no male bird are the kind that can reach the inly In good condition during the hot summer months. con-uim- What a Cow Is Doing. 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