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Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1910-10-04

straint called conscience. he saw God 8
direction in this return. Only he. Hans
Grumbach. knew and one other And
that other, who?
Fat-Tekla was fat. and he had treas.
ured the fair picture of her youth long
years. Well. there was an end to that
Little fat Tekla. to have nearly over.
turned a duchy! And then Hans be.
came aware Of voices close at hand.
"Yes, frau. he Is at work in the grand
dukes vineyards. And think. the first
day he picked nine baskets"
That is good, but I know many a
one who can pick their twelve. And
you are to be married when the vintage
is done? You will make fine wife
Gretchen"
"And he fine husband"
And you will bring him a dowry
too. But his own people-what does
he say Of them?"
"He has no parents, only an uncle,
who doesn't count. We shall live with
grandmother and pay her rent"
"And You are wearing new dress
admiringly.
Gretchen preened herself. Hans
dropped the lid Of his stein and pushed
1t away. His heart always warmed at
the sight Of this goose girl. He count.
ed down the small change for the beer,
slid back in his chair and sauntered
to the bar
"Good day to you, herr" was her
greeting.
when is the wedding? 1 should
like to come to It,"
You will be welcome herr"
"And may bring along little pres
ent"
IF it so please you. l must be go
ing" she added to Frau Bauer.
Grumbach walked with her to the
Krumerweg, and he asked her many
questions. and some Of her answers
surprised him.
Never knew father or mother?"
"No. herr. ! am only founding
who fell into kind hands. This Is
where | live"
"And II should ask to come In"
But shall be too busy to talk. This
IS bread day." evasively.
81 promise to sit very quiet in a
chair"
Her laughter rippled She was al
ways close TO that expression. You
are funny man. Come In. then; but.
mind. you will be dusty with dour
when you leave"
Into the kitchen she led him. She
was moved With curiosity. Why should
any man wish to see woman knead
breadi
"Sit there. herr" And she pointed
to a stool at the left Of the table.
Gretchen deliberately rolled up her
sleeves and began work.
Upon Gretchens left arm. otherwise
perfection. there was white scar.
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Increasing the Yield.

The possibility of producing more
bushels of grain from given area, and
reducing the cost of production
per bushel, is shown by President Wa
ters of the Kansas Agricultural School,
when he says that, where Kansas "col-
lege- bred" wheat has been used for seed,
the acreage yield has beeu increased
five bushels per acre in that state. Simi'
larly gratifying results have been obtain
ed in Minnesota from wheat bred at the
Experiment Station and the seed dis
tributed to farmers throughout the
state. minnesota No, 169" has ircreas,
.d the Weld over the parent variety, as
shown by sn eight-year test at the sta
ton, AZ bushels per acre; while the IN,
crease per acre, compared with the com
mon wheat raised over the state, Is S.S
bushels in an average of trials BY eighty
nine farmers. With better cultivation,
better seed selection, better fertilization
and a rational rotation of crops, every
farmer in the state may increase his OUT
put and correspondiugly reduce the cos
of production.
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Witch Grass.

May ask your valued advice in re-.
gard to the determination OF witch grass?
/ have field of from two and half to
three acres from which | wish to grow
timothy, but which is so full Of witch
grass that cannot raise good crop Of
hay from it. Late last summer plow-
ed and narrowed this field, and sowed
timothy and red.top, but, owing to the
witch grass, did not succeed in getting
good crop. This past August / have
again piowed and narrowed this field,
and on an average narrowed once a
week. The roots of the witch grass lie
exposed, but there is so much of it that
it constantly grows again. Would 1t be
advisable to SOW winter rye now in the
hope of killing out this grass, and in tue
spring cut the rye and then SOW fodder
corn and potatoes, then in the FIJI SOW
timothy? II | followed th$.plan, would
il be advisable TO manure the held be-
fore sowing rye? hesitate to manure
lest it increase the strength of the witch
grass. Would salt or any weed ex-
terminator used now be detrimental to
the land? Would it be wise to keep hsr-
owing the land till frost, and let 1t lie
open through the winter on the chance
Of killing the exposed roots? Is there
any machine built in lines similar to q
horse rake that might be used after har-
rowing TO remove the exposed roots OF
the witch grass? R. X. S. Wayland.
Mass. Probably the best way to deal
with the field from which witch grass
has been partially extsrminated, would
be to continue to harrow it until time
TO SOW buckwheat next summer, and
then seed with heavy seeding of buck
wheat. This ought to practically eIter-
inmate the grass. II followed by till
ed crop, the few remaining plants could
be eliminated with hoe. When cir
cumstances are such as to make the
practice satisfactory, the following pro-
cedure is a fairly good one for elimin-
ating witch grass: Pasture the field for
two or three years, then plow very shall
low in Midsummer; keep the field drag
ged the remainder of that year and the
next spring, aud follow with a crop OF
buckwheat. With this procedure the
roots get very close to the surface, and
by blowing very shallow are exposed In
midsummer, when dragging will kill
most of them County Gentleman.
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1910-10-04

By direction of Acting Police Com
missioner Bugher there has been posted
in every stable in New York whore po.
lice horses are kept card bearing a
copy of "The Prayer Of Horse" This
is il:
$40 Thee, My Master, Offer My
Prayer:
Feed me, water and care for me, and
when the days work is done, provide
me with shelter, a clean, dry bed and a
stall wide enough for me to lie down in
comfort. Talk to me. Your voice
often means as much to me as the reins.
Pet me sometimes, that may serve you
the more gladly and learn to love you.
"Do not jerk the reius, and do not
whip me when going up bill. Never
strike, beat or kick me when l do not
understand what you mean, but give me
a chance to understand you. Watch me,
and if fail to do your bidding see ii
something is not wrong with my harness
or feet.
Examine my teeth when do not eat.
may have an liberated tooth, and that,
you know, is very painful. Do not tie
my head in an unnatural position, or
take away my best defence against flies
aud mosqu itoes by cutting of my tail.
"And finally, Oh my master, when my
useful strength is gone, do not turn me
out to starve or freeze, or sell me 10
some cruel owner to be slowly tortured
and starved to death; but do thou, my
ma1ter, take my life in the kindest way
aud your God will reward you here and
hereafter. You may not consider me
irreverent if I ask this in the name of
Him who was born in a stable. Amen" )"
The Acting Commissioner found the
prayer in Pittsburg recently, and 1t
struck him so forcibly that he obtained
a copy, and arranged to have 1t repro
duced for the Police Department. He
thinks il will serve to obtain better treat
ment Of the horses by men who some
times lose their tempers and abuse
them. This prayer, in a more extended
form, first appeared in Our Dumb AMI
mails, translated from the Swedish.
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they shared with him their coarse
bread and onions. He ate the bread
and stuffed the onions in his pocket
Once more the youth was alone. He
set down his basket and laughed. Was
there ever such a fine world? The
very danger Of It was the spice which
gave It favor.
II love her. l love herr His face
grew bright again. and the wooing
blood ran tingling In his veins. Am
l thief. scoundrelly thief. because
I have that right common to all men
to love one woman? Some day shall
suffer for this: some day my heart shall
ache. So be it,
His fingers were growing sore and
sticky and there was a twinge in his
back as he shouldered his eighth bas-
ket and scrambled down to the man
who weighed the pick. He was be-
ginning his ninth when he saw Gretch-
en- coming along the purple aisle.
"What a beautiful day?' said Gretch.
en-. with happy laugh.
kiss me-"
when you fill that basket"
mot before?"
"Not even little one," mischief In
her glance.
Out came the knife, and the vintner
piled himself furiously. Gretchen had
knife Of her own, and she Joined
him.
"There! he said at last. That's
what l call work. But 1t is worth 1t.
Nowr'
Gretchen put her hands behind her
back. closed her eyes and raised her
chin He kissed not only the lovely
mouth. but the eyes and checks and
hair.
Il ask only for your love, Gretchen
only that" And he pressed her hands
"All men are rogues more Or less.
There are so many currents and eddies
entering into mans life. 1t is made
up of thousand variant interests
No; mans love is never like WON
ans. But remember this. Gretchen-l
loved you the hest | knew how. as Il
man loves but once. honorable as II
was possible. purely and dearly"
He ripped a bunch Of grapes from
the vine thing no careful vintnei
should do. and held it toward her.
Have you ever heard Of the kissing
cherries?' he asked.
She shook her head He explained
This bunch will do very well"
He took one grape at the bottom in
his teeth. Gingerly Gretchen did TIT"
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Have Courage and Faith.

We recently visited good orchard
and were congrstulatiug the owner on
his success in life when he stopped and
told US this story. He said that twenty
wears ago be became involved In ex-
pensiye litigation, and 1t looked at one
time as though he must lose all he had.
He started to set out an orchard, but
was advised not to do so, as he might
not be in possession Of the place when
the trees came into bearing. His reply
was that someone would, and they
would probably enjoy = few good trees
so he kept on planting trees. To-day he
is picking several hundred barrels OF sp-
Piles from the trees planted during those
dark uncertain days. A whole lot OF
people are in poverty to-day simply be.
cause they have not had the courage and
faith to SOW and plant until they could
be assured big crop in advanoe.-Turf'
Farm and Home.
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was little must have been burned"
"Gottw
What did you say, herrT"
Nothing You can't remember!
Think" tensely now.
whats all this nonsense aboutT'
she cried, with nervous laugh. Its
only a scar"
She patted the dough into four
squares. These she placed on the oven
stove.
There! It's 6ne mystery. isn't itT
Yes" But GrumLach was shaking
as with ague.
What is the matter. herr" with
concern.
II grow dizzy like this sometimes
1t doesn't amount to anything"
Gretchen turned down her sleeves
"You must so now. for | have other
-'Prk."
And SO ia u.y Geichen,~
He gained the street. DI. Noow ne
never knew. 4 great calm suddc"..
winged down upon him. and the world
became clear-clear as his purpose, his
courage, his duty. They might shoot
or hang him us they saw 1T This
would not deter him.
The gypsy, standing In the center OF
the walk, did not see Grumbach. for
he was looking toward the palaces
Grumbach. even more oblviOus. crash
ed into him. Grumbach stammered an
apology, and the other replied In his
peculiar dialect. The jar. however, had
reused Hans out Of his tragic mus
ings. There was a CLINT Of yellow In
the gypsy's eye. 6aw in the Iris.
Hans gave cry.
you? l find you at this moment of
all others?"
The gypsy retreated. II do not know
you. II Is n mistake"
"But I know you." whispered Hans.
"And you will know me when ] tell
you that am the gardeners boy you
ruined some sixteen years ago."
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CHAPTER XIII.
A WHITE sca3. -

a VIII
~ /OU"- began the steward. -,
" Patience. Hoffman,. warn
I'd her highHess. Then she
/ laughed blithely.
"Your hat. scoundrel." cried Hoff-
man.
The winner snatched Off his hat
apologetically and swung 1t around on
the tips of his fingers.
"Is this the way you work.?
81 have picked nine baskets"
you should have pIcEed tweIve."
1t interested her highness to note
that this handsome young follow WAS
not afraid Of the head vintner. So this
was Gretchen's loveri He was really
handsome. There was nothing coarse
pbout his features or figure.
The pause was broken by Gretchen
pardon. hiGhness"
"For what. Gretchen"
"For not having seen your approach.
That was my fault. not yours.
When Is the wedding"
after the vintage, highness."
Her highuess then spoke to the bride
room elect. "You will be good to
herr"
"Who could help 1t, your hishness"
The pronoun struck her oddly, for
peasants as usual thing never used
1t in addressing the nobility.
well. on the day of the wedding !
will stand sponsor to you both. And
good luck go with you"
She passed down the aisle. the head
vintner following, wagging his head.
The day was ended. The lad swung
the basket to his shoulder, and the sun,
flashing upon its contents. turned the
bloomy globes into dull rubies. He
presented his card ut the office and
was duly credited with three crowns,
which, according to Gretchen. was
fine days work. Hoffman said noth-
Ing about dismissal.
"Come day after tomorrow. Tomor-
row Is a feast day. You are always
having feast days when work begins.
All summer long you loaf about. but
the minute you start to work you must
find excuses to lay off. Clear out.
both of yOu!"
"WOrk at last" said Dietrich as he
and Gretchen started for the city.
Arm in arm they went on. Some
times Gretchen sang. Often he put her
hand to his lips. BY and ty they came
abreast Of an old gypsy. He w)re
coat Of Joseph's. and his face was as
lined as frost bitten apple.
"Will you tell me how to find the
Adlergasse?" he asked In broken Ger
man. His accent was that Of Mag
var.
They carelessly gave him specific d.
rections and passed on. He followed
grimly. like fate. whose agent he was.
though long delayed. When he reach
ed the Adlergasse he looked for sign.
He came to stop in front Of the dingy
shop of the clock mender He went
inside. and the ancient clock mender
looked up from his work, for he was
always working. He rose wearily.
The gypsy smiled mysteriously and
laid hand on his heart
"Who are your sharply demanded
] the clock raeRder.
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1910-10-04
LITTLE JOHNS
NAP IN CHURCH

Little John Carleton was so absent
minded that no one ever knew what
he was going to do next "a regula:
John-a- Dreams" declared father.
One Sunday morning father and
mother had company. and the chill.
dren were going to church alone.
Now. Bert" said mother, don't
wiggle And Edith and Dottie. re-
member not TO whisper. And. oh.
John-a Dreams. please. please try just
once not to do anything dreadful"
Yes mother" said John a. Dreams.
Better take a nap. Johnnie" said
father. Sleeping dreams are safer
than waking ones"
Yes. father" said John-aD Dreams.
The church was warm, and the SER
mon was long In front Of John sat
a little old lady who looked as though
she might bo very nice grandma.
Il wish | mad Il grandma" thought
John. sIeeplly counting the buttons on
the back OF her cape.
Pretty soon the Old lady began to
nod gently. John yawned and tried to
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count the beads Oh her bonnet. Ten,
twenty, thirty. forty. forty five, forty
six. forty seven John abrams and
the little old lady were both asleep.
For little while they sumbered
peacefully; then John-a Dreams began
to dream in earnest. II was twilight
in his dream. lovely and cool and still.
He was out In the garden watering
the naslurtlums The new moon was
shining over his right shoulder.
IL will wish. said John Dreams.
Suddenly ii grew darker. and cold
breeze rustled through the bushes.
Iohn-aDreams felt queer and shivery.
Something came round the corner OF
the wall-a strange something. A wee.
fantastic thing it was. and John-a-
Dreams thought IL must be Il hobgob-
lin Whether Il he hobGoblin or q she
hobgoIiln he could not tell. but hob
goblin ii certainly was and coming
right after him. He tried 10 run, but
he could not move. Nearer and nearer
came the hob@oblin. John-a-Dreams
screamed wildly aud hit it in the head
with the watering pot.
Then the minister stopped preaching,
the girls in the choir gig2led. and the
whole congregation stared In amaze
ment at the Carleton pew, for John-a-
Dreams had knocked Off the little old
lady's bonnet.
Then the cross old sexton came hur.
rying down the aisle and carried him,
still half asleep. out Of the church.
"Oh. John-a. Dreams, John-a- Dreams"
sighed mother when she heard The
dreadful story.
%Fa eher- ssnii SID thai sleeping dreams
are safe. bur they aren't" soS'Sssasi- -4onn'
Then, to every ones surprise, thei
came Il note from the little old lady
inviting John to tea.
Il don't want to go. don't want
to go," cried John In dismay.
"But you must" said mother. "and
you must apologize just as nicely as
ever you can"
So at 8 o'clock very detected look
ing boy knocked at the old lady's door.
and jolly little old lady opened the
door. What merry tea they. had
They sat down at a little rouu ~
covered with all sorts Of n
There were tiny sweet biscuits
licious little cakes and star
cookies; there was honey; therd
Jam; there was fragrant black cur
tea. Before he knew 1t John was
Ing his dreams about the hobgoblin.
Then how the old lady laughed.
Now let me tell you my dream
said she. for was asleep, too,
surely l am old enough to behave
ter. dreamed was taking tea "..u
a nice little old man. We were telling
each other story after story Of long
ago times and having such q cozy
comfortable meal. Then I got up to
gil the teakettle, and the little old
man hit me in the head with q pink
frosted cake"
That was when I hit the hobgob-
limp cried John.
YES" laughed the old lady, "th't
was you hitting the hobgcblln."
I'm sorry" said John. remembering
his apology all Of sudden.
"Oh. 1t didn't hurt the bonnet bit"
said the nice old lady. "and next Sun.
day I'll try to keep awake"
$50 will l." said hn-a-DreamS.
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Dairying In the South.


Dairying is growing in popularity
among the farmers of the southern
states. They are learning that the dairy
COW can do for the cotton grower of the
south what he has done for the wheat
grower in the north, /. g., increase the
fertility of the soil 10 addition to max
ing most satisfactory returns for labor
and money expended for feed.
The U. S. Department OF Agriculture
has been giving particular attention to
this question in the southern states the
past few years and a great service has
been rendered. A great impetus has
been given to the dairy movement unit!
now there are thousands of influential
diirymen singing the praises of the dairy
COW and demonstrating by actual expert
ments that dairying is the salvation OF
that section of the country.
Certain politicians, in order to create
an issue by which they might retain
office, have greatly retarded the develop
meut of the dairy industry in the cotton
growing states by creating the impress
sion there that the interests OF the cot
ton grower are opposed to those OF thr
dairyman. 1t has been brought about il
this way: Cottopseed oil is used in the
manufacture of some kinds of olso
margarine. This has been used to preju,
dice the cotton producer against any and
all kinds of legislation which in any way
regulates or restricts the sale Of oleo-
margarine.
A careful estimate compiled from gov
ernment reports shows that through the
sale of cottonseed oil which was used in
the manufacture of oleomargarine last
year, the cotton growers of the south
actually received one and one-half cents
for every acre planted to cotton!
For every dollars worth Of cottonseed
oil used last year in making oleomarga-
rine, one hundred and seven dollars
worth of butter was produced in those
same cotton growing states.
These are facts which every cotton
producer should consider before lending
his support to any movement which is
intended to retard the growth and de-
velopment of the dairy industry in the
south.
The National Dairy Union,
4. X. SLATER, Sec'y.
St panl Nipn
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| love he Is more or less in the clutch OF
temporary insanity. I've wild streak
In me also. But what | can't under
stand Is why you return and put your
head In the lions mouth. The police
will stumble on something. II you are
arrested could do little for you. The
United States protects only harmless
political outcasts. Yours is Il crime
such as nullfies your citizenship. and
any government would be compelled
to send you back here II the demand
was made for your extradi,ion"
II know all that"
II suppose that when conscience
drives we must go on. But the prin-
cess has been found. The best thing
you can do is to put your passports
into immediate use and return to the
States. You can do no good here
Maybe" Grumbach rctilled his
pipe, lighted it and without saying
| more went out and down into the
| street.
Carmichael watched him through
the window.
Hes Il queer codger, and It's a
queer story. don't believe ! have
heard it all either. What was be really
| hunting for with those glasses! ] give
it up
He was not angry with Grumbach.
| Rather he seemed to be drawn to him
Il Inn
love-that was the phrase. He conned
| II over and over-mad with love. That
excused many things.
Grumbach was indeed perturbed. and
this sensation was the result of what
he had not told his friend. GOtt. And
after Il time lie was In the Adlergasse
And Of all that happy. noisy family
only he and Hermann left. In one of
the open doorways. for II was warm
q final caress Of vanishing summer. h'
saw fat. youngish woman knitting
woolen hose. Two or three chIldrer
sprawled about her knees. There wal
that petulance of lip and forehead
which marked the dissatisfaction o'
the cOQuette married.
"Teklaw Grumbach murmured.
He was not conscious that lie hat
paused, but the woman was She eyet
him with the mild Indifference Of thu
bovine. Then she dropped her glance
and the shining needles clicked afresh
Grumbach forced his step onward
And for this! He laughed discordant
ly. The woman looked up again won
deringly. Now. why should this stran
ger laugh all by himself like that?
Hans saw the sign OF the Black En-
gle and directed his steps thitherward
He sat down and ordered beer. bu
did not touch the glass. And wha
right. he pondered. had conscience t
drag him back to Ehrenstein. wher
he had known the bitterest and haE
piest moments Of his life2 And ye'
! rail as he 4ight at this invieibls N
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same. Their lips met in a smothered
laughter. Then they tried 1t again.
And this Vatican picture met the
gaze Of two persons on the terrace be
low. The empurpling face OF on'
threatened an explosion. but the smil
ing face Of the other restrained this
vocal thunder. The old head vintner
kicked a stone savagely. Gretchen and
yner lover turned.