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Show f itaesi y aS . vV nd? nJilft'Vi, 'i GASOLINE MOTOR TRACTOR FOR ORCHARD USE Suggested by the Growing Demand for Light Machine to .Take the Place of Big Teams on Western Ranches. . yjBt COPYAIGNT the. aoBBA-Meftm- 107 uL ca. 8YNOP8IS. Md Dan Maitland, on his New York bachelor club, metreaching an attractive young woman at the door. Janitor O Hagan assured him no one had been within that day. Dan discovered a worn-a- n s finger prints in dust on his desk, along with a letter from his attorney. Maitland dined with Bannerman, his attorney. Dan set out for Greenfields, to get his family jewels. During his walk to the country seat, he met the young woman in gray, whom he had seen leav-fn- g his bachelors club. Her auto had broken down. He fixed it. By a ruse she lost him. Maitland, on reaching home, surprised lady in gray, cracking the safe containing his gems. She, apparently, n took him for a crook, Daniel Maitland Anisty. his safe, took therefrom the jewels,opened and gave them to her, first forming a partnership in crime. The real Dan Anisty, by police of the world, appeared sought on the same mission. Maitland overcame him. well-know- ... CHAPTER IV Continued. You doubted me, after all!" the commented, a trifle bitterly. I no! You misunderstand me. Believe me, I Ah, dont protest What does It make or mar, whether or not you trusted me? . , , You have, she the jewels safe added, quietly, . enough, I suppose?" He stopped short, aghast. I! The Jewels! I slipped them In your coat pocket before Instantly her hand was free, Maitland ramming both his own Into the side pockets of his top coat. Theyre gray-stripe- safe! She smiled uncertainly. We have no time, said she. Can you drive ? They were standing by the side of her car, which had been cunningly hidden in the gloom beneath a spreading tree on the further side ofvthe road. Maitland, crestfallen, offered his hand; the tips of her fingers touched his palin lightly as she jumped in. He hesitated at the step. You wish me to? She laughed lightly. Most assuredly. You may assure yourself that I shant try to elude you again I would I might be sure of that. be said, steadying his voice and seeking her eyes. Procrastination wont make it any more assured." He stepped up and settled himself In the drivers seat, grasping throttle and steering wheel; the great machine thrilled to his touch like a live thing, then began slowly to back out Into . --FofEt-Instatitseenil. hang palpitant on dead center, then shot out like a hound unleashed, Brooklyn miles away over the hood. It seemed but a minute ere they were thundering over the Myannis bridge. A little further on Maitland AWe Have No Time, Said She. The girl smiled faintly through her veil. You have been most kind, she told him In a tired voice. Thank you from my heart, Mr. Anisty, and made a move as if to relieve him of his charge. Is that all? he demanded, blankly. 1 Can I say more? 1 . . . I am to go no further with you? Sick with disappointment, he rose and dropped to the sidewalk anticipating her affirmative answer. If you would please me, said the girl, you wont Insist. I dont, he returned, ruefully. But are you quite sure that youre all right now? Quite, thank you, dear Mr. Anisty! With a pretty gesture of conquering Impulse she swept her veil aside, and of the new-bor- n the warm rose-gloday tinted her wan young cheeks with color. And her eyes were as stars, bright with a mist of emotion, brimming with gratutude and something else. He could not Bay what; but one thing he knew, and that was that she was worn with excitement and fatigue, near to the point of breaking down. Youre tired, he insisted, solicitous. Cant you let me ? I am tired, she admitted, wistfully, voice subdued, yet rich and vibrant. "No, please. Please let me go. Dont ask me any questions now. Only one, he made supplication. Ive done nothing Nothing hut he more kind than I can say! And youre not going to back out of our partnership? Oh! And now the color in her cheeks was warmer than that which No. . . . the dawn had lent them. I shant back out. And she smiled. And if I call a meeting of the hoard of management of Anisty and Wentworth, Limited, you will promise to slowed down and, jumping out, lighted the lamps. In the seat again no words had passed he threw in the high-speeclutch, and the world flung behind them, roaring. Thereafter, breathless, stunned by the frenzy of speed, perforce silent, they bored on through the night, crashing along deserted highways. In the east a band of pallid light lifted up out of the night, and the horizon took shape against It, stark and black. Slowly, stealthily, the formless dawn dusk spread over the sleeping world; to the zenith the stars reeled and died, and houses, fields, and thoroughfares lay with ghostly twilight as the car tore headlong through the grim, unlovely, silent hinterland of Long Island City. were 1m The gates of the ferry-hous- e exorably shut against them when at last Maitland brought the big machine to a tremulous and panting halt, like that of an overdriven thoroughbred. And though they perforce endured a wait of fully 15 minutes, neither found aught worth saying; or else the words wherewith fitly to clothe their thoughts were denied them. The girl seemed very weary, and sat with head drooping and binds clasped idly In her lap. To Maitlands hesitant query as to her attend? Ye-e- s comfort she return a monosyllabic reassurance. He did not again venture Will it be too early If I call one to disturb her; on his own part he was for conscious of a clogging sense of exWhy haustion, of a drawn and haggard feelSay at two o'clock this afternoon, ing about the eyes and temples; and at Eugenes., You know the place? I have lunched there knew that he was keeping awake . Then you shall again You automatically, his being already wont disappoint me? The fresh wind off the sullen river I will be there. I I shall served in some measure to revive be glad to come. Now please! Youve promised: Dont forget. them, once the gates were opened and He stepped back and stood in a sort the car had taken a place on the ferry-forward extreme. Day was of dreamy daze, while, with one final now full upon the world; above a hori- wonderful smile at 'parting, the girl aszon belted with bright magenta, the sumed control of the machine and cloudless sky was soft turquoise and swung It out from the curb. Maitland sapphire; and abruptly, while the big watched It forge slowly up the avenue unwieldy boat surged across the nar- and vanish round the Thirty-sixttreet corner; then turned his face row ribbon of green water, the sun shot up with a shout and turned to shuthward, sighing with weariness and the discontent. an evanescent dream of fairy-lanAt Thirty-fourtstreet a policeman, profile of Manhatgaunt, tan island, bulking above them In tier lounging beneath the corrugated iron awning of a corner saloon, faced about upon tier of monstrous buildings. On the Manhattan side, in deference with a low whistle, to stare after him. wish Maitland Maitland experienced a chill sense of to the girls ran the machine up to Second avenue, criminal guilt; he was painfully conturned north, and brought it to a stop scious of those two shrewd eyes, borinto his hack, overing gimlet-lik- e by the curb, a little north of Thirty-fiftstreet. looking no detail of the wreck of his clothes. Involuntarily he inquired, evening he And now whither? handt. somewhat impatiently ready glanced down at his legs, and they moved mechanically beneath the edge upwh the driving and steering gear. d light-smitte- n ? to-da- ... boats h d rock-ribbe- h d low-spoke- n h minutes his first conscious imprea sion, that he had something delightful to look forward to yielding to a vagus recollection of a prolonged shrill tintinnabulation as if the telephone bell in the front room had been ringing for some time. But he waited In vain for a repetition of the sound, and eventually concluded that he had been mistaken; it had been an echo from his dreams, most likely. Besides, who should call him up? Not two people knew that he was in town; not even O'Hagan was aware that he had returned to hli rooms that morning. He gaped again, stretching wide hia arms, sat up on the edge of the bed, and heard the clock strike 12. Noon and He had an engagement at two! He brightened at the memory and, jumping up, pressed an electric call button on the wall. By the time he had padded barefoot to the bathroom and turned on the cold-wattap, OHagans knock summoned him to the hall door. Back again, OHagan; and In desperate rush. Ill want you to shave me and send some telegrams, please. Must be off by 1:30. You may get out my flannels here he paused, calculating his costume with careful discrimination and a black-stripenegligee shirt; gray socks; russet low shoes; black and white cneek tie broad wings. You know where to find them all? Shure yiss, sor." OHagan Bhowed no evidence of surprise; the eccentricities of Mr. Malt land could not move him, who was Inured to them through long association and observation. He moved aw-ato execute his Instructions, quietly efficient. By the time Maitland had finished splashing and gasping In the bathtub everything was ready for the ceremony of dressing. In other words, 20 minutes later Maitland, bathed, shaved, but still In dressing gown and slippers, was seated at his desk, a cup of black coffee steaming at his elbow, a number ol yellow telegraph blanks before him, a pen poised between his fingers. It was in his mind to send a wire to Cressy, apologizing for his desertion of the night Just gone, and announcing his intention to rejoin the party from which the motor trip to New York had been" is planned but a temporary defection, in time for din ner that same evening. He nibbled the end of the penholder, selecting phrases, then looked up at the at- Can You Drive ? of his overcoat like twin animated columns of mud and dust, openly advertising his misadventures. He felt In his soul that they shrieked aloud, tllat they would presently succeed in dinning all the town awake, so that the startled populace would come the windows to stare In wonder as he passed by. And inwardly he groaned and quaked. As for the policeman, after some reluctant hesitation, he overcame the Inherent indisposition to exertion that affects his kind, and, swinging his stick, stalked after Maitland. Happily (and with heartfelt thanksgiving) the young man chanced upon a somnolent and bedraggled hack, at rest In the stenciled shadows of the Third avenue elevated structure. Its pilot was snoring lustily the sleep of the belated, on the box. With some difficulty he was awakened, and Maitland dodged Into the musty, dusty body of the vehicle grateful to escape the unprejudiced stare of the guardian of the peace, who in another moment would have overtaken him and, doubtless, subjected him to embarrassing Inquisition. As the ancient rattled noisily over the cobbles, some of the shops were taking down their shutters, the surface cars were beginning to run with increasing frequency, and the sidewalks were becoming sparsely populated. Familiar as the sights were, they were yet somehow strangely unreal to the young man. In a night the face of the world had changed for him; its features loomed weirdly blurred and contorted through the mystical gray-golatmosphere of the land of Romance, wherein he really lived and moved and had his being. The blatant day was altogether prey was a dream, someposterous; thing nightmarish; last night he had been awake, last night for the first time in twenty-odyears of existence -- he had lived. He slipped unthinkingly one hand into his coat pocket, seeking instinctively his cigarette case; and his finsurgers brushed the coarse-graineface of a canvas bag. He jumped as if electrified. He had managed altogether to forget them, yet in his keeping were the jewels, Maitland heirlooms the swag and booty, the loot and plunAnd he der of the nights adventure smiled happily to think that his interest in them was 50 per cent, depreciated in 24 hours; now be owned only half. Suddenly he sat np, with happy eyes and a glowing face. She had trusted him! tj four-wheel- d to-da- d d CHAPTER V. Incognito. At noon, precisely, Maitland stirred between the sheets for the first time since he had thrown himself Into his bed stirred, and, confused by whatever alarm had awakened him, yawned stupendously, and sat up, rubbing cienched fists In his eyes to clear them of sleeps cobwebs. Then he bent forward, clasping his knees, smiled largely. replaced the smile with a thoughtful frown, and In such wise contemplated the foot of the bed for several New Type of Farm The sew type of gasoline farm tractor as shown in the illustration was suggested by the growing demand for a light farm tractor to take the place of the two, four or six horse teams used for plowing, harrowing and hauling on western ranches, says Popular Mechanics. The special feature of the machine is that it may be driven from the seat of the ordinary wheel plow or barrow, enabling one man to drive Tractor. the tractor and to operate the levers of the tilling implement at the same time. The machine 18 particularly an orchard tractor, having low, wide wheels, narrow tread, short wheel base and a short running radius. To obtain the greatest efficacy the front wheels are the traction as well as steering wheels, a novel departure in this type of machine. It sells for $1,000. d tentive OHagan. Britjg me a New Haven time table, please, he began, and The door bell abrupted his words, clamoring shrilly. What the deuce? he demanded. Who can that be? Answer it, will you, OHagan? He put down the pen, swallowed his coffee, and lit a cigarette, listening to the murmurs at the hall door. An Instant later, O'Hagan returned, bearing a slip of white pasteboard which he deposited on the desk before Maitland, James Burleson Snalth," Maitland read aloud from the faultlessly I dont know him, engraved card. What does he want? Wouldnt say, sor; seemed surprised whin I towld him ye were In, an, said he was glad to hear It business pressln, says he. Snalth? But I never heard the name before. What does he look like? A gintleman, sor, be th clothes av him an th way he talks. Well . . , Devil take the man! Show him In. Very good, sor." Maitland swung around in his desk chair, his back to the window, expression politely curious, as his caller entered the room, pausing, hat in hand, Just across Ihe threshold. He proved to be a man apparently of middle age, of height approximating Maitlands; his shoulders were slightly rounded as If from habitual bending over a desk, his pose mild and deferential. By his eyeglasses and peering look, he was by his dress, a gentleman of taste and Judg nient as well as of means to gratify both. A certain Jaunty and summery touch in his attire suggested a person of leisure who had just run down from his country place for a day in town. His voice, when he spoke, did nothing to dispel the illusion. Mr. Maitland? he opened the conI trust I do not versation briskly. Intrude? I shall be brief as possible, if you will favor me with a private MUSLIN FRONT POULTRY HOUSE tight . Entering se. w. v'v. The poultry house here illustrated is not on a concrete wall, but if the sand and gravel can be gotten without much difficulty, it makes an ideal wall, writes Ira Q. Shellabarger, in Farmers Review., Ours is on a wooden foundation, j Our house is 10 feet long, 6 feet feet high. In rear and front wide, 5 corner posts are 7 feet long. The house is boarded within two feet of the bottom of the front posts, but if the house is set on a foundation it will have an opening of about 80 Inches which we believe is too much and think 26 Inches at most is sufficient opening. The cloth to he used in the front of the house should, of course, be long or wide enough to reach from top of opening to bottom. Ours is simply tacked fast to top of frame of building and on a 2x5 piece at bottom. The muslin should be securely tacked and the bottom piece be securely fastened as in heavy winds it may blow out of place. Some recommend tacking the muslin to a frame and then lowering or raising the frame at will. The frame Idea, of course, will prevent the wind from blowing the curtain in and out and perhaps keep it stretched tighter at all times. The door to our house Is 5 feet 5 inches by 21 Indies. However, the door may be larger or smaller as the lumber at hand may cut out to better advantage another size. Our door happens to be from an old dwelling closet. The window we have is one that waB at hand from a dwelling and its size suits us very well and we bet lieve It is about right. It Is a sash 30x35 inches However, this may vary in size to suit the builder. In our bouse the drop board is two feet from the sills, 23 inches from the south wall, leaving an alley through the house. The roosts are 12 Inches two-ligh- from the drop boards, two in number, ten inches apart, held in place by cleats at either end and two cleats through the middle, held in place by being fastened to the studding at one end and by a wire at the other; the wire runs from the cleat to the supporting piece of the roof which runs lengthwise of the roof. The sheeting for the roof is held in place by being nailed at either end and in the middle onto the piece above mentioned. The nests in our case are commoi) store boxes set on the sills beneath the roost boards and they are easily gotten at from the alley mentioned. In our experience we find heavy, unbleached muslin, obtained at any country store to be the most satisfactory with us. Some poultrymen recommend that the cloth be dipped In flaxseed oil, but we prefer to use It unotled. The particular house shown In the cut cost us less than $3, but we got the frame stuff, sheeting, floor and window from a dismantled building. With a concrete wall it would havrf cost about $12. All new lumber would also add much to this cost. Factors In Silo. There are at least three factors that should be kept in mind in building a silo, namely, the walls should be smooth and perpendicular, they must be air tight. In order to avoid the expenditure of unnecessary labor in getting the ensilage out, K is necessary to place doors continuously from the bottom to the top. Selecting Orchard Site. The selection of an orchard site is not governed by any arbitrary rule. All farms do not afford the best soils for orchards. and exposures The owners of such as do not are unfortunate, yet they should not feed discouraged to the extent of not planting trees and caring for them afterwards. near-sighte- METHOD OF CROSSING BROOK Maitland remarked a voice well modulated and a good choice of words. He rose courteously. I should be pleased to do so, he suggested, if you could advance any reason for such a request." Mr. Snalth smiled discreetly, fumbling in his side pocket. A second slip of cardboard appeared between his fingers as he stepped over toward Maitland. If I had not feared it might deprive me of this interview, I should have sent In my business card at once, he Permit me. said. (fO JSS CONTINUED.) The arrangement illustrated above anchors a post so Is stretched from the bases of the two it will not pull out posts over the top of the lower post In a brook or ravine. |