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TO CONSERVE THE MOISTURE
Cultivation of Grain Lands After liar vest Is Custom, Dry Farmer Must
 Think Seriously Of.

In this dry climate the cultivation of the grain land soon after harvest tends to conserve the moisture already stored in the soil and it is a custom we will have to take up more serious iy than in the past. The furrowed land is in good condition to catch and store the rain and the later cult1va- ton clears the surface of weeds and leaves a mellow soil mulch. to con- serve. the moisture which has been stored in the subsoil. The early and continued cultivation of the soil favors the action of the bacteria and the de- velopment of available plant food. says the Denver Field and Farm.
 By practicing this method the farm CT may cultivate larger area early in the season when the soil is in good condition, whereas if it is necessary to blow the whole field, some of the land may become too dry to blow well. Likewise the later blowing leaves the soil too loose and not in good seed-bed condition. By several cultivations with a common harrow after the ridges have been worked down with disk sled, the soil may be well pulverized and firmed and put into good condition.
 In fact the larger part of the seed bed area has not been loosened deep ly and even with little or no rain the subsurface soil remains firm and the seed-bed is in ideal condition to germinate the wheat. In the ideal sys- tenn of culture the purpose is to keep a mellow soil mulch on the surface of the land all of the time. not only dur ing the growth of the crop; but also in the interval between harvest and
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expressed astonishment, but not muscle of his body moved. What do you mean, Bob-are you fellows after me?"
 Sure thing; got the warrant here," and he tapped the breast of his shirt with his left hand.
 The color mounted into the cheeks of the other, his lips grew set and white, and his gray eyes darkened.
 Let it all out, Marshall" he said sternly, you've got me roped and tied Now what's the charger" Neither man moved, but the one be- low swung about so as to face them, one hand thrust out of sight beneath the tail of his long coat.
 Make him throw up his hands, Bob," he said sharply.
 "Oh, I reckon thar ain't goin' ter be no trouble" returned the marshal genially, yet with no relaxation of at tention. Keith knows me, an ex- poets a fair deal. Still, maybe I bet ter ask yer to unhitch yer belt, Jack"
 A moment Keith seemed to hesitate, plainly puzzled by the situation and endeavoring to see some way of es- cape; then his lips smiled, and he silently unlocked the belt, handing 1t over.
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Sure, I know you're square, H1cks, he said, coolly "And now I've unlim- bered, kindly inform me what this is all about"
 CT reckon yer don't know" ~
 "No r,ore than an unborn babe. have been here but aa hour" That's it: if yer had been longer thar wouldn't be no trouble. Tore wanted for hillin' couple O men out at Cimmaron Crossin' early yesterday mornin'"
 Keith stared at him too completely astounded for the instant to even speak. Then he gasped.
 For Gods sake, Hicks, do you be- lieve that?"
 'I'm damned if I know" returned the marshal, doubtfully. Don't seem like ye'd do it, but the evidence is straight 'nough, an thar ain't nothin' fer me ter do but take ye in. I ain't no jedge an jury"
 "No, but you ought to have ordinary sense, an you've known me for three years"
 Sure I have, Jack, but if yee've gone wrong, you won't be the first good man I've seen do it. Anyhow, the evidence is dead agin you, an I'd ar rest my own grand-dad if they give me warrant agin him."
 What evidence is there?"
 Five men swear they saw ye haul in the bodies about, and lootin' the pockets"
 Then Keith understood, his heart beating rapidly, his teeth clenched to keep back an outburst of passion. So that was their game, was. it?-some act of his had awakened the cowardly suspicious of those watching him across the river. They were afraid that he knew them as white men. And they had found way to safely muzzle him. They must have ridden hard over those sand dunes. to have reached Carson City and sworn out this warrant. It was a good trick, likely enough to hang him, if the fel- l lows only stuck to their story All this flashed through his brain, yet somehow he could not clearly compre- ! bend the full meaning, his mind con- 1 fused and dazed by this sudden real tzation of danger. His eyes wandered from, the steady gaze of the marshal, who had half drawn his gun fearing resistance, to the man at the bottom l of the steps. Suddenly it dawned i upon him where he had seen that l dark-skinned face, with the black goa l tee, before-at the faro table of the Red Light" He gripped his hands l together, instantly connecting that sneertng, sinister face with the plot l Who swore out that warrant?"
 q did, if you need to know" a sar- castle smile revealing a gleam of white teeth, lon the affidavit of others, friends of mine."
 "Why are you?'
 "I'm mostly called Black Bart''
 That was 1t; he had the name now -"Black Bart. He strengthened up so quickly, his eyes blazing, that the marshal jerked his gun clear.
 See here, Jack,", shortly, "are yer goin' to raise row, or come along quiet?"
 AS though the words had aroused him from bad dream, Keith turned to front the stern, bearded face. ! "There'n be no row, Bob," he said, quietly. 'Ill go with you"
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had already taken from bis pockets the papers belonging to the slain man. He had not found the locket hidden under his shirt, yet more thorough search would doubtless re- veal that also. l.+i
 Even should the case come to trial, how would it be possible for him to establish innocence, and-would it ever come to trial? Keith knew the character of the frontier, and of Car son City. The inclination of its citi- Zens in such cases was to act first, and reflect later. The law had but slender hold, being respected only when backed by the strong hand, and primitive instincts were always in the ascendency, requiring merely a leader to break forth in open violence. And in this case would there be any lack of leadership? Like a flash his mind reverted to Black Bart There was the man capable of melting mob. If. for some unknown reason, he had suf-
 icient interest to swear out the war rant and assist in the arrest, he would have equal cause to serve those fel- lows behind him in other ways. Nat urally, they would dread a trial, with it's possibility of exposure, and eagerly grasp any opportunity for wiping the slate clean. Their real security from discovery undoubtedly lay in his
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TcClurg & Co.,. 1910.)
 sponse. He came up the steps some what heavily, his companion stopping below. "The boys raise hell all night, am then come ter me ter straighten 1t out in the mawnin'. When did ye git in?"
 "An hour ago; had; to wake the 'chink' up to get any chuck. Town looks dead"
 Faint over lively at this time O day." permitting his blue eyes to wan der up the silent street, but instantly bringing them back to Keith's face, ''but reckon it'll wake up later on." He stood squarely on both feet and one hand rested on the butt of a re- volver. Keith noticed this. wonder ing vaguely.
 'I reckon yer know, Jack, as how ginerally git what I goes after" said the slow. drawling voice, "an' that I draw bout as quick as any O. the boys. They tell me yo're a gun-fight- CT, but it won't do ye no good ter make play yere. fer one O us is sure to git yer-do yer sabe?'
 Get me?" Keith's voice and face
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CHAPTER V.
The One Way.

Keith said nothing for some mo ments, staring up at the light stealing in through the window grating, his mind once again active. The eyes of the black man had the patient look of a dog as they watched; evidently he had cast aside all responsibility, now that this other had come. Final Iy Keith spoke slowly:
 We are in much the same position, Neb, and the fate of one is liable to and briefly as possible, he ran over the circumstances which had brought him there, putting the situation clear enough for the negro's understand ing, without wasting any time upon detail Neb followed his recital with bulging eyes, and an occasional eXcla- nation At the end he burst forth:
 ''Yo' say dar was two ob dem white men murdered-one an or man wid a gray beard, an de odder bout thirty? Am dat it, Massa Jack, an dey had fo' span ob mules, an a runnin' hoss?"
 Yes"
 An how far out was it?"
 About sixty miles,"
 "Oh, de good Lawd," and the negro threw up his hands dramatically. Dat sutt'nly am my outfit! Dat am Massa Waite an John Sibley."
 You mean the same men with whom you came here from Indepen- dence?"
 Neb nodded. overcome by the dis covery.
 But what caused them to run such a risk?" Keith insisted. Didn't they know the Indians were on the war path?"
 "Sho'; I heard 'em talkin' bout dat, but Massa Waite was jest boun' foh to git movin'. He didn't pear to be 'fraid ob To Injuns; reck'ned dey'd nebber stop him, dat he knowed eb- bery chief on de plains. I reck'n dat he did, too"
 But what was he so anxious to get away for?''
 q dunno, Massa, I done heerd 'em talk some bout dey plans, an bout some gal dey wanted ter fin, but I didn't git no right sense to it. De Gin'ral, he was a might still man."
 'The General? Whom do you mean Not Waiter"
 "John Sibley done called him dat"
 Then Keith remembered-just g. dim, misty thread at first, changing
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It came to Keith now in sudden rush. of memory-the drizzling rain in the little cemetery, the few neigh bors standing about, a narrow fringe of slaves back of them, the lowering of the coffin, and the hollow sound of earth falling on the box; and Neb, his Aunt Caton's house servant, a black imp of good humor, who begged so hard to be taken. back with him to the war. Why. the. boy had held his stir rup the next morning when he rode away. The sudden rush of recollec- tion seemed to bridge the years, and that black face became familiar, a memory of home.
 Of course, I remember, Neb," he exclaimed. eagerly, but that's all years ago and never expected to see you again. What brought you West and got you into this hole?"
 The negro hitched up onto the bench, the whites of his eyes conspfc- uous as he stared uneasily about-he had short, squatty figure, with ex- cessively broad shoulders, and face of intense good humor.
 ''I reck'n dat am considerable ob story, Massa Jack, de circumlocution ob which would take a heap ob time tellin'," he began soberly. But it happened bout dis way. When de Yankees come snoopin' long de East Sho'-I reck'n maybe it des yeah aft CT dat time when we done buried de oP Co'nelEdey burned Missus Caton's house clah to de groun'; de oP Missus was in Richmond den, an de few mig gers left jest natchally took to de woods. I went into Richmond huntin' de OF Missus, but, Lawd, Massa Jack; nebber foun' nuthin' ob her in dat crowd. Den an officer man done got me an put me diggin' in de trenches. Eff dat's what wah am, I sho' don want no mo wah. Den after dat jest natchally drffted. I reckon I Hbbed bout eberywhar yo' ebber heard ob fo' dar want no use ob me goin' back to de East Sho. Somebody said dat de West am de right place fo' a nig- ger, an so I done headed west" He. dropped his face in his black hands, and was silent for some min utes, but Keith said nothing, and fin ally the thick voice continued:
 'I tell you, Massa Jack, 1t was mighty lonely fo' Neb dem days. I didn't know whar any ob yo' all was, an it want no fun fo' dis nigger bein' free dat away. I got out ter Indepen- dence, Missouri, an was roustaboutin' on de ribber, when couple ob men come along what wanted cook to trabbel wid 'em. took de job, an dat's what fetched me here ter Carson City"
 But what caused your arrest?"
 "A conjunction ob circumstances, Massa Jack; yes, sah, a conjunction ob circumstances. I got playin pokah ober in dat Red Light an was doin' fine reckon I'd cleaned up mon g hundred dollars when I got sleepy, an started fo' camp. I'd most got dar wen. a bunch ob low white trash jumped me. It made me mad, it did fo'. a fact, an I reckon I carved some ob 'am up befo' I got away. Enny- how, de marshal come down, took me out ob de tent, an fetched me here, an ben here ebber sence. I want goin' ter let no low down white trash git all dat money"
 working for?''
 T reckon dey went on, sah. Dey had portent business. an wouldn't likely wait round here jest ter help a nigger. Ain't ennybody ben here ter see me. nohow, an 'spects Pse eradi- cated from dey mem'ry-I 'spects I is."
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Copyright, A c
SYNOPSIS.

CHAPTER Jack Keith, typical bor- der plainsman, Is riding along the Santa Fe trail on the lookout for roaming war spurs as captain in a virsinia, regiment during the civil war. He had left the ashes. his friends scattered. and the fas, cination of wild western life had aLureo ta1ace and then. sees a team attached to a wagon and at full gallop pursued py men on ponies
 CHAPTER II-when Keith reaches the wagon the raiders have massacred two men, shot the horses and departed He searches the victims finding papers and a locket with a woman's portrait He resolves to hunt down the murderers,
 CHAPTER III-Keith reaches Carson nurdering and robbing the two travellers His accuser Is given as Black Bart notorious rufhan-
 knowledged but one duty-to get the mail through on time.
 The dust of their passing still in the air. Keith rode on, the noise dying away in his rear. As the hours pass ed, his horse wearied and had to be spurred into the swifter stride, but the man seemed tireless. The sun was an hour high when they climbed the long hill, and loped into Carson City. The cantonment was to the right, but Keith, having no report to make, rode directly ahead down the one long street to a livery corral, leaving his horse there, and sought the nearest restaurant.
 Exhausted by night of high play and deep drinking. the border town was sleeping off it's debauch, saloons and gambling dens silent, the streets almost deserted. To Keith, whose for mer acquaintance with the place had been entirely after nightfaH, the view of 1t now was almost a shock-the miserable shacks, the gaudy saloon fronts, the filtered streets, the dingy, unpainted hotel the dirty flap of can vas, the unoccupied road, the dull prairie sweeping away to the horizon, all composed a hideous picture be- meath the sun glare. He could scarce 1y find a man to attend his horse, and at the restaurant a drOwsy Chinaman had to be shaken awake, and fright ened into serving him. He sat down to the misera ble meal oppressed with disgust never before had his life seemed so mean, useless, utterly with out excuse.
 He possessed the appetite of the open, of the normal man in perfect : physical health, and he ate heartily, his eyes wandering out of the open window down the long, dismal street. A drunken man lay in front of the Red Light saloon sleeping undis- turbed; two cur dogs were snarling at each other just beyond over bone; a movers wagon was slowly coming in across the open through a cloud of yellow dust. That was all within the radius of vision. For the first time in years the East called him-the old life of cleanliness and respecta bility. He swore to himself as he tossed the Chinaman pay for his breakfast, and strode out onto the steps. Two men were coming up the street together from the opposite direction lean, dark-skinned, with black goatee, the other heavily set with closely trim med gray beard. Keith knew the lat ter. and waited, leaning against the door, one hand on his hip.
 "Hullo, Bob,' he said genially! t+they must have routed you out pret- ty early today"
 "Thav sbnra did Iack'' was the ra-
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death, and with the Red Light crowd behind them they would ex- perience no trouble in getting fol lowing desperate enough for any pur- pose.
 The longer Keith thought the less he doubted the result. It was not then problem of defence, but of escape. for he believed now that no oppor- tunity to defend himself would ever be allowed. The arrest was merely part of the plot intended to leave him helpless in the hands of the mob. In this Hicks was in no way blamable- he had merely performed. his sworn duty and would still die, if need be, in defence of his prisoner. He was no tool, but only an instrument they had found means of using.
 Keith was essentially a man of ac- ton, a fighter by instinct, and so long accustomed to danger, that the excite ment of 1t merely put new fire into his veins Now that he understood exact |. ly what threatened, all .numbing feel ing of hesitancy and doubt vanished and he became instantly alive He would not lie there in that hole wait ing for the formation, of a mob; nor would he trust in the ability of the marshal to defend him.
 He had some friends without-not many, for he was but an occasional visitor at Carson-who would rally to Hicks assistance, but there would not be enough on the side of law and or der to overcome the Red Light" out fit, if once they scented blood. If he fD IA bair p11 fnh he, must save himself; if his inno- cence was ever established it would be by his own exertions-and he could accomplish this only out wonder. free under the arch of sky.
 He lifted his head, every nerve tin gling with desperate determination. The low growl of voices was audible through the partition, but there was no other sound Carson City was still resting, and there would be no crowd nor excitement until much later. Not until nightfall would any attack be at tempted; he had six or eight hours yet in which to perfect his plans. He ran his eyes about the room searching for some spot of weakness. It was dark back of the bench, and he turned in that direction. Leaning over, he looked down on the figure of a man curled up, sound asleep on the floor. The fellows limbs twftched as if in dream, otherwise he might have deem ed him dead, as his face was buried in his arms. A moment Keith hesi- tated; then he reached down and shook the sleeper, until he aroused ficiently to look up. It was the face of coal-black negro. An in stant the fellow stared at the man towering over him, his thick lips part ed, his eyes full of sudden terror. Then he sat up, with hands held be- fore him as though warding off a blow. -.
 ''F'o' de Lawd's sake," he managed to articulate finally. lam dis sho' yo', Massa Jack?"
 Keith, to whom all colored people were much alike, laughed at the ex- pression on the negro's face.
 q reckon yer guessed the name, all the Diamond L?"
 sNo, sah, I nebber cooked no dfonds. Pse oP Neb, sah."
 "What?"
 "Yes, sah, Tse de boy dat libbed wid oP Missus Caton durin' de wah. I ain't seen yo', Massa Jack; sence de day we buried yo' daddy, oP Massa Keith But I knowed yo' de berry minute I woke up. Sho' yo' members Neb, sah?"
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MT. Taft's Form of "RecaIl."

President Taft has manifested some thing akin to bitterness in his opposi- tion to the recall feature of "progres- sive" politics.
 All the same. he is on a trip of speechmaking, with the purpose of urging the recall of every congress- man who does not agree with his poIi- cies.
 For MT Taft, recall by law is all wrong; but recall at the behest of the president is all right
The copper era and Morenci leader., 1912-02-09

Protectionists and beneficiaries of government favoritism to the few at the expense of the many are rejoicing throughout the world over the blow to commercial freedom in Canada
Scranton Wochenblatt. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1865-1918, 1912-08-08
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Scranton Wochenblatt. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1865-1918, 1912-08-08
Die Sanoi6rift Der @eIicbten.

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Scranton Wochenblatt. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1865-1918, 1912-08-08

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