Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1912-11-29
toes were worth about 10 cents per
bushel. This would mean g profit Of
$68.60 per acre.

toes were worth about 10 cents per
bushel. This would mean profit Of
$68.60 per acre.
Select in the Field.
In the fall before harvesting it Is
good plan to go through the field
and select the vigorous looking hills.
They can then be dug by hand and
if six or eight medium to large tub
ers of good quality are found they
should be saved for seed. Despite
the general belief to the contrary the
writer has found that large tops US
ually go with large yields. The most
luxuriant growth of tops the writer
ever saw produced soc bushels of
fine potatoes per acre. In this case
the vines were enormous and COM
pletely covered the ground. There
are hills with heavy vines and prac-
tically no tubers, but they are the ex-
ception, not the rule. y,igor and
stockiness of vine, then, are general
ly associated with good bearing quail
tiles. Another indication of produce
tiveness is the raising and cracking
of the soil beneath the vines due to
pressure Of the expanding tubers.
If the digging is done by hand it is
a simple matter to have two recer-
tacles ready; one for the tubers from
productive hills and one for the
others. One or two days spent in
this way will give returns justifying
the trouble many times over.
smltten. All her proud, young cour-
age was gone. She Stunned the trap
pers who fiocked to her fathers store,
and spent her time out in the woods
where Jean had kissed her maiden
lips and held her in his strong arms.
Into this retreat no one dared pene-
trate, not even Long John Hathers.
He would not give up the secret hope
IN his heart, and tried to court her.
although he said but little. His eyes
glowed red fire that nothing extin-
guished. Leona at first scarcely no
ticed him, then hated him for the love
she saw he bore her, and prevented
him from speaking of it until one day
when the sun was beginning to feel
warm, and she was once more in tho
woods. Believing herself entirely
alone, she began to live over once
more the love scene of the fall be-
fore, when suddenly Long John stood
before her, speaking madly of his
love. and pleading madly with her to
return It.
The girl fought like a young tiger
She knew now that he had been q
witness to her last scene with Jean.
and it drove her mad with rage. Fl
nally, seeing the hateful, bearded face
coming nearer and nearer. she cried
aloud for help. and in providential an
swer to her cry 1t came. for suddenly
Long John measured his length on the
grass. and she saw Jean like one In
a dream.
Come. Leona, sweetheart Jean
said tenderly. give me the welcome
back l deserve" and he held out his
arms.
How dare your" she gasped. What
will your wife think when tell her?
What about the Indian girl?" she
continued, for the man looked puz-
zled.
Indian girl? Oh. you mean the
one found and took to the mission.
Why, dear, she is only eleven
Leona gave a gasp Of happiness. and
Long John, crawling to his feet, once
more saw Leona in jeans arms, but
this time she went of her own accord.
Let him co." said Jean merri!y, as
he watched the tall figure Of his late
adversary disappearing in the dis
lance. HE has lost, Leona. despite
the lying reports he circulated, and
the spells Of victory are mine, aren't
they, dear?"
For answer the girl raised her face
to his, and their lips met for the sec
ond time.
Copyright, 1912. by W. G. Chapman.)