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The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-22
IDLE FARM ACRES
ARE UNPROFITABLE
Man Must Have Clean Sweep
Across Fields If He Is After
the Greatest Profit.
(By r. B. RUsHING.)

In travelling over the country I see
fields that are claimed to be worth
from $50 to $500 per acre, with a pile
of stones lying here and there and sew
eral scrawny, half-dead trees standing
about over this land and perhaps with
a swale running across.
Have you any such on your farm
that are not yielding profit, perhaps
scarcely paying taxes?
These acres are loafing, and what is
worse, not only loafng, but costing
the farmer hard earned money every
time he sends man into the fields to
work. Time wasted in turning around
distractions is very great and time is
money these days.
With the modern machinery that
we want to use and to cultivate and
harvest our produce, a man must have
a clean sweep across the land if he
is after the greatest profit.
Often a few dollars would remove
these worthless piles Of stones, and
those old, half-dead trees which are
just in the way. Then the land would
be available for use.
BY putting in an underdrain a
worthless swale may be transformed
into a fertile field. Stones and trees
are all right in their places, but the
best place for the stones is in max
ing a dam at the lower end of some
low place to help catch the wash, and
the best place for the trees is in a
clump by themselves or very near the
fence and not scattered all over an
otherwise profitable field.
1t is very common thing to see
large strips of land that are hot in
shape to be cultivated; loafng in
weeds and brush between fields, SIM
ply because the farmer has not the
ambition to fence them in.
If you have such land that cannot
BE put under cultivation with profit it
should be fenced and turned into
pasture, or if you desire to grow
rees, and of course you should grow
iome, set out useful variety, but be
are and not allow the land TO .oa?
way your profit by growing absolute
worthless weeds and brush.
1t Is shame to hae. ;aad under
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-22

cultivation and continue to work ii
while it is SO thin that it will not
produce anything worth while.
Farm land is just like a bank. You
can draw checks on it if you have
deposit Of fertility, but unless there is
deposit there can be no checking.
1t is sad to see farmer pillow, SOW
cultivate, harvest and thresh half
crop from a field when with the same
amount of labor he could have pre-
vented his fields from loafing by sup
plying the amount of plant food need.
ed to grow a full crop.
We can look about and see those
who are doing things right. Why not
take a lesson from them?
Look around this summer and sea
if there is not something that is loaf
ing; if not, very good, but if there is,
you must clean it up if you ever ex
pect to have a full crop and make the
most profit from the land. The sue,
cessful farmer does not allow his land
to loaf.
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-22

Gloria Kerr, motherless girl, who has
spent most Of her life In school, arrives
Ct her fathers home in Belmont. David
Kerr 10 the political boss Of the town.
and is anxious to prevent his daughter
learning of his real character. Kendall.
representing the Chicago packers. il ne
gotiating with Judge Gilbert, Kerr's chief
adviser. for a valuable franchise. They
fear the opposition OF Joe Wright. editor
Of the reform paper Kerr asks the as
distance Of Judge Gilbert in Introducing
Gloria to Belmont society. and promises
to help him put through the packers
franchise and let him have ali the graft.
Gloria meets Joe Wright at the Gflberts.
It appears they are on intimate terms,
having met previously In a touring party
In Europe The Gilberts invite Gloria to
stay with them pending the refurnishin8
of the Kerr home. Wright begins his fight
against the proposed franchise in the col
urnns Of his paper the Belmont News.
Kerr. through his henchmen,. exerts ev-
cry influence to hamper Wright In the
she is not being received by the best So
c!ety and is unhappy. She takes up set
editor to meet them It Gilbert. office.
Calling at qilbert's office TO SOLICIT do
nation Gloria meets Wright. He proposes
and Is accepted while waiting to be called
into the conference. Wright refuses to
Bell his paper and declares he will fight to
Z finish.
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| scorn declared, tits lie. He couldn't
do It, You don't know him as do"
Turning once more to the man she
loved, she said proudly, Say it's lie.
joe" :.
| The two stood gazing at each other,
utterly oblivious Of everything else In
the world. In her eyes there was
nothing of doubt. She put into her
look all the love and confidence she
had promised would always be his.
With Wright 1t was far otherwise. No
matter what he said. the fact could
not be kept from her. She would In
vest1gate. At the top Of his editorial
page that day were the words, Owned
and edited by Joseph Wright" He
had Just sworn that he would be the
champion Of the people of Belmont,
and here at his first trial he was
quailing under the eyes Of the woman
he loved. With a wrench he tore him.
self away from his dear desire to save
her from pain and answered huskily:
you don't understand"
"You!" she cried in an agony Of
despair az she realized he was con-
Tossing.
A single movement of his head
showed his assent.
"Oh, you coward" Her disgust was
overpowering. The whitening con.
tempt she put into her words was
equaled by her look of scorn. He
started to speak, but with a gesture
OF Impotence she stopped him.
"All your words are lies, lies, Hest
And to think that l promised within
this hour to be your wife! You make
me hate myself for ever having looked
| at you. Now l understand why you
urged me to leave Belmont" Again
he tried to speak. mot word. I'll
not listen to you. Father, take me
home"
She shrank from Wright as If to
look at him were dishonor.
All the great love he had for her
| welled forth In one cry:
"Gloria!"
The girl could not, would not hear.
She had but one refuge for her break.
ing heart. Turning to her father she
flung herself into his arms with only
| a single word: "Father!"
With never word, with never q
| look to right or left, the man she had
promised to love and who had prom
| Used to love her. walked out Of the
room.
Sobbing as If her heart would break.
Gloria rested In her fathers arms.
cTO BID CONTINUED)
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These old-fashioned family retainers
are conscientious beyond belief. It Is
almost pathetic to see how deeply at
heart they have the interests of the
family they work for.
There Is very aristocratic old
New York family living in Washing
ton square. This family's butler is
now nearly seventy He and his ia
Their before him have served in the
one house since the revolution-or
almost sircc the revolution.
THE old buffers sense of RESPONSE
ttl1ty extends even to the debutante
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-22

daughter OF the house, a pretty girl
Of eighteen. At recent large dinner
party tits girl devoted herself to the
handsome young man on her right,
turning entirely too much Of her
shoulder to the elderly curmudgeon on
her other side
"The good butler noticed this and
it worried him. He did not wish the
debutante daughter Of the Oldest
house in Now York to get 4 reputa-
ton for rudeness. such az 90 many
nouvenux riches debutantes have, and
80. during the game course, under
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-22
CHAPTER xlv.-cont,nued.


You are Just little nasty In your
Judgment, Mr.. Wright" Judge Gilbert
said, when he saw that the publisher
seemed to regard his answer as final.
IF you'll consider the matter care
fully think it1l appear to you In
this light: Here's paper that isn't
making expenses. A good offer Is
made you which II you are wise
enough to accept will permit you to
leave Belmont far richer than when
you came. There are other lances to
be broken elsewhere. Why tilt here
against a stone WALTZ"
IT It were stone wall there'd have
been no offer" Wright was shrewd
enough to know that they must be In
desperate straite.
See here, young man." Kerr blazed.
you won't be able to make go of 1t.
Il you don't sell now I'll see to 1t
that some day the sheriff will"
This direct threat was more than
he could bear. Rising from his chair
and leaning across the table the pub
fisher shook his fat In Kerr's face and
told him just what he thought of the
situation. Remembering who was on
the other side of the door he was fac
ting, he did not raise his voice, but into
his low tones he put all the fire Of his
honest Indignation.
You may put me down and out, as
you boast you can. but you can't buy
he out. You've scared advertisers so
they're afraid to use my paper, you've
had me sued for libel, you've raised
my taxes, you've made the railroads
hold up MY white paper, you've an
noyed me IN a thousand petty ways.
but I'm getting out paper every day,
and I'm telling the truth. That's what
hurts" he hurled across the table. I'm
telling the truth. You can't stand it. !"
God knows Belmont needs some
body to tell the truth! If you took
my paper today, who'd stand between
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-22
OLD SERVANTS WERE BEST
Nate Douglas WiggIn's Story Of the
Aged Buffers Great Sense Of
Responsibility.

Kate Douglas Wiggin at her recent
authors luncheon in New York, talked
about servants-for this was lunch
sun Of Woman authors. and when did
women ever foregather without tack
nag the servant problem?
"The bast servants are the old.
apcaiopeS ou~s." Mrs Wiggtn snid.
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-22

the people of Belmont and the wolves7
The towns being robbed blind. I'm
telling about 1t, and believe there
are enough honest people to sec me
Through and set the town right, But
they need leader-a newspaper-and
! won't sell EN- out
FOR what's coming" he announced
sternly. hold yourself responsible,
not me. You forced me to come out
with the bald truth of the matter.
Maybe you know and maybe you don't
know that you of all men are the one
would least care to hold up for the
public to see. Today-for the first
time-I printed my name at the head
of my editorial page. want people
% know that back of the papers a
mana man that won't sell out, and
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-22
A Common Tvpe,

Biu-What kind Of a fellow Ia Dob
k1ns?
Willie can tell you how to adopt
a national system of currency tina,
would pay on the national debt, but he
cant raise the price Of hin grocery
bill
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-22

pretext OF filling the young lady's
glass with champagne, he whispered
hurriedly:
"a little more conversation to the
left, miss"
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-22

liable. The other day I saw farmer
puzzled over the strange actions of a
ram that he was not willing to let die
without making some effort to save It,.
A veterinary consulted thought it
might be a case of gid"
This worried the sheep owner. If be
was to be worried with any strange
and new diseases, he would sell Off
that flock
The veterinary told him the disease
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-22

The man who throws himself at 4
young Widows head will soon find
himself under her thumb-or foot,
The Washington times., 1914-07-19

ute. The door closed and the down the steps,
ocross the lawn with Braine close at his heels.
"Just moment Mr.. Hargreave," he called ironi-
cay; "just moment!'
The man he addressed Hargreave turned with
lightning rapidty and struck The blow caught Braine
above the ear knocking him fiat When he reganed his
feet the rumble of motor told him the rest OF the
story
By the dim light of her bedroom candle, Florence
read the note which had found entrance strangely
and nysteriousy into her Her father! He lived
he needed her Alive but in dread peril and only she
could him. She longed to fly to him at once, then
and there. How could she wait till tomorrow night
at S? Immediately she began to plan how to circum
vent the watchful Jones and the careful Susan Her
father! She slept more that night
"My Darling Daughter-I must see you. Come at
o'clock night to 7s Grove street. third floor.
Confde in no one, you seal my death warrant.
"Your unhappy
FATHER"
What child would refuse to obey summons like
this?
light tap on the door started her.
"Is anything the matter?" asked the mild voice of
Jones.
"No. / got up to get drink of water"
She heard his footsteps die away down the corridor.
She thrust the letter into the pocket of her DRESS which
then climbed back the bed itself She must not tell
even Mr.. Norton.
Was the child spinning romance the first
young mall she had met? In her heart of hearts
the girl did not know
Her father!
She was going 10 save her father
All day long Jones went about like old hound
with his nose to the wind. There was something in
the air, but he could not tell whai it Somehow
CT other, no matter which room Florence went into,
there was Jones within earshot. And she dared not
show the least mpatience restiveness. 1t
large order for so young girl, but she filed it.
She rather expected that the reporter would appear
time during the afternoon; and, enough, he
did He could resist the desire and talk
to her than he could resist breathing. There
denying it. the world had suddenly turned at
angle presenting face roseate vision. 1t rather
subd1ed his easy banter
what news?" she asked 5T.s
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AoRENGE A,4fESX 2I5COEERy

"None," rather despondently. "Im sorry. had
hoped by this time to get somewhere But it appears
that can't get any further than this house"
She did not ask him what he meant by that.
Shall | play something for you?" she said.
please"
lie drew chair beside the piano and watched her
fingers white the ivory keys, futter up and down
the board She played Chopin for him, Mendelssohn
Grieg, ard Chaminade; and she played them in a
prsngly scholarly fashion He had expected the usual
schoolgirl choice and execution; "Titania" the "Moon
light Sonata" (which not half dozen great pianists
have ever played correctly( Monastery Bells and the
like. He had prepared to make martyr of himself;
instead, he distinctly and delightfully."- entertained
''You DON'T" he said, whiunsically, wher she finally
stopped "ycu don't by any chance know The Maldens
Prayer?"
She laughed. This piece was a standing joke at
school
al have played it. It may, however, bc in the
music cabinet. Would you like to hear ?" mischev
ousl;
"IIeaven forfend" he murmured raising his hands
All the while the letter burned against her heart;
ard the smile on face and the gaiety her tongue
were forced "Confdc in one," she repeated
tally, cor you seal my death warrant"
"Why do you shake your head like that ?" hc asked
"Did shake my head?" Her heart huttered wildly
az was not conscious of it"
"Are you going to keep your PROMISE"
What promise?"
"Never % leave this house without Jones or myself
being with you"
q couldn't if wanted to. III wager Jones is oct
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CONDITIONS GOVERNING THE CONTEST.

The prize of $4,000 will he won by the man. wom-
an, or writes the most acceptable solution
Of the mystery, which the ast reels of mo-
ton picture drama will be made and the Inst Two
chapters of the story written by Harold MacGrath.
Solutions may be sent TO the Thanhouser I'll"
Corporation. either Chicago or New York. any "me
up to midnight, December II. They must bear post
office mark that date This allows iour
weeks after appearance of the last nim re-
leases weeks after the last chapter Is Puo-
lished I'm this paper, in which submit solutions
A board of three judges will determine which OF
the many received Is the most accepthDie'
The tudgment board will be absolute and nnhi
Nothing of literary will he considered in the
decision given preference in the selection OF
the winner of the $4,000 prize The last two rees'
mystery presented in the theaters having TINS
feature ms soon as it is practical produce same The
story corresponding motion pictures VIII ap-
near I'm the NEWSPAPERS after
the nppearance of pictures practical with the
last two reels shown the pictures OF the WIN
,rr nj. mr. her home, interesting features II
I'm understood newspaper far ms practica'
I'm printiuy the two chapters of the story oy
Harold MncGrath, show picture Of the sue
cessfuI contestant.
Solutions o mystery must not he more than
100 words long. Here ire questions to be kept
I'm mind I'm with the mystery an aid to
solution;
No. I-whnt becomes of the milIionairef
No. .-what becomes of the s1,O00,oo0f
No. 3-whom Florence marryf
No. 4-what becomes o. the Russian countessf
Nobody connected, either directly Indirectly with
"The Million Dollar Mystery, will he considered as
contestant.
The Washington times., 1914-07-19
The Flat on the Top Floor.

n RAINE crawled from his uncomfortable hiding
ID place. His clothes soiled and damp, his hat
gone By :; hairs breadth he had escaped the
clever trap laid for him. Hargreave was alive, he had
escaped Brane certain of this fact AS ne was
of his own breathing. He knew how to account
for the fckerinc light in the upper story of the
house His ancient enemy had been watching him all
the time More than this Hargreave and the meddllng
reporter in colluson. In the flare Of lights at the
end of the gunpay he had caught the profile OF the re-
porter. HeIe was a dangerous man, who must be
watched with the utmost care.
lie, Brane had been lured to commit overt act,
and by the good luck had escaped with nothing
more serious than cold chill and calling dsappolnt
He crawled along the top of the pier. listening,
sending his darkaccustomed glance hither end hither
The sky in the East growing paer and paler. In
and among the bales of wood bags of coffee. and
lemon crates he slowly and cautiously wcrmed his
way watchman patrolled the Office side of the ware
house. and Braine found possible to around the
other way thence into the street. After that he
straightened up sought a second-han shop and pur
chased soft hat which he pulled down OYER his eyes
He had half dozen rooms which he always kept in
readiness Cor such adventures this He rented them
furnished small hotels which never asked questions
Of their patrons To of these he went as fast as
his weary legs could carry him. He always carried the
key. Once in his room he donned fresh wearing ap
pare linen, shoes and shaved Then he proceeded
downstairs, the secondhand hat still shading his eyes
and the upper part Of his face
At half past ~, Norton entered the Knickcrbocker
cafereStaurant and the first person he noticed was
Braine, reading the mornings paper. prcpped up
against the water carafe Evidently he Lad just order
ed for there was rothng his plate. Norton walked
and laid his hand upon Braine's shoulder. The
looked up with mild curiosity
Why, Norton, sit down, sit down. Have you had
lunch? No? Join me-"
Thanks. Came in for>ny breakfast" said Norton
drawing out the chair. Braine was sitting with his
back to the wall on the lounge seat.
81 wonder if you newspaper men ever eat a real
true enough breakfast. ! should think the hours YOU
lead would kill You off. Anything new on the Har-
Hresys story?" ---
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"I'm not handling that" the reporter lied cheer
fully. Didn't want to- | knew him rather intimately
I've horror of dead people, and don't want to be
called upon identify the body when they find it,.
"Then you think they will find ?"
81 don't know. It's strange miX-up. I'm not on
tie story, mind you; but in the locality Of Duys
warehouse late last night ard fell into gunrnan
pus"
eyes, read about that. What they after?"
you've got there No seems to know Some
cock and bull story about there being something val
uable. There was"
what it? The report in this paper does not
say"
"Ten thousand bags of coffee"
Brane lay back in mis- chair and laughed
"If you want my opinion" said Norton, II believe
the gunmen out to shoot up another gang, and
the police got wind of it,
"Dont you think it about time the police called a
halt in this gunman matter?"
90, so long they pot each other the police look
the other way 1t long trial and passage up the
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'coLlYZESS i0LGA 0AZzZMGgs-

when shall | wake you?"
AT Is. Well have early dinner sent in. | want
to keep out of ereryDodys way By-by!"
In less than three minutes he sound asleep.
The gazed down at him in wonder and envy.
If only she could drop to sleep like that! Very softly
she pressed her lips to his hair.
Az II O'Clock the following night the hall light in
the Hargreave house was turned off and the whole in
terror became dark. shadow crept through the lilac
bushes without any sound than cat would have
made. Florence's window was open, the archcon-
Spraors had expected it would be. With small string
and a sling he sent the letter whirling skill
fully through the air. 1t sailed into the girls
The man below heard sound of the stone hitting
anything and concluded that it had struck the bed
lie waited patiently. Presently wavering light
could be distinguished the sill of the window The
girl was awake and had lit the candle. This knowledge
was sufficient for his need The tragic letter would do
the rest that is if the girl from the same pattern
as her faher and mother-strong wied and adventur-
Ous.
He tiptoed back to the liacs, when noise sent him
close to the ground Half dozen feet away he saw
shadow creeping along toward the front door. Pres
emily the shadow stood up if listening. He stopped
which he hugged
Who was this? wondered Brane. Patiently he
waited arranging his posture that he could keep
lookout the door. BY and by the door opened
tiously. A man. holding a candle, appeared. Braine
vaguely recognized Olgas description Of the butler.
The man on the veranda suddenly blew out the light.
Braine could hear the low murmur of voices, but
nothing The conversation lasted scarcely min
The Washington times., 1914-07-19
SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS.

Stanley millionaire, after miraculous es-
cape of of brilliant thieves known
the Hundred, lives the life of recluse for
eighteen years. Hnrgreave night enters Broadway
face to face with the gangs
leader, Braine.
After meeting, during which neither man aPpar-
HargreaNe hurrfes TO his mag
pihcent RiverdaIe plans for making his
country He writes letter to the girls
where eighteen before he mad
nysteriousIy doorstep his baby daughter,
Florence Gray. visit to the hangar of
daredevil aviator
Braine of his band surround Hargreave's
they the house the watchers
balloon leave the roof. The safe In found
empty-the million which HnrgresVe known TO have
draw Then some one announced the
had punctured and dropped into the sea-
arrives from the girls school Princess olga
visits her claims to be relative
bogus CALL but their plot is foed by
Norton, n newspaper man.
BY bribing the captain of the Orient Norton lays
Brane his Princess Olga also visits
easily falls into the report
plan abortve through branes
fall into the hands of the
police.
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she whispers word to any one; that her fathers life
hangs upon the secrecy; she must confde in one,
least of all JONES' the butler. 1t all depends upon how
the letter gets her. Bred in the country she prob
ably sleeps with her window open. A pebble attached
note tossed into the window. III trust this to
onc I'll do it myself. With the girl in control the
rest will be easy If she really does not know where
the money is Hargreave will tell Great head lit
tie woman great head She does not know her fathers
handwriting?"
"She has never seen a scrap of it. All that Miss
Farlow received money The original note left
the doorstep with Florence has been lost Trust me
to make all these inquiries
Tomorrow night, then, Immediately after dinner,
taxcab will await her just around the Grange
is the best man I think of. He's artist when
it comes to playing the old parts"
"Not too old, remember. Hargreave isn't over forty
five"
"Another good point I'm going to stretch out here
on the divan and snooze for while. Had devil Of
time last night"