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COwOlogy.

Not long since one of Wisconsin's best
dairy farmers, and who has been dairy
ing nearly forty years, gave us little
private talk ON "CowolOgy" which as
near as we can remember was about az
follows:
"When stop and overhaul my memo
ry of what we knew about dairying forty
years ago, as compared with what we
may know now, If We wish to, l am
amazed. The growth OF this 'cowology'
in all its many branches is something
wonderful. The judgments of the
farmers, their knowledge of breeding, OF
stable management, and Of feeding, have
grown almost beyond my power to take
it in. can only get a close view of this
growth and advancement by barking
back and thinking of myself, what
knew then; how looked at COWS, how
fed them, and all that.
"ln those days was young man,
strong and vigorous, with but little edu-
cation or desire to read and study.
was like the rest of the farmers who
considered their hands and hard work as
the only way out. What lot Of hard
labor we wasted in those days. Why, ]
can make ten dollars now with my cows
easier than 1 could make one in the be.
ginning. l remember we'll when you
first put forth your little Hoard's Dairy
man and tried to get us farmers to read
it. We laughed at the idea of reading
about cows and farming. But We have
softeued up nightly in that time. Now
1 take half dozen Of the best agricul-
tural papers | can get. My ideas about
cows aud cow management are totally
different than they were when | thought
knew all about It and really knew al
most nothing. A great many of the old
farmers have passed away. They were
good men and true but they wore them
selves out with hard work and not with
hard thinking.
"We owe a wonderful sight to the
men who organized dairy associations
and farm institutes, and kept proddiDg
away at US to get US to put on and wear
our thinking cap more. All OF our ad.
vancement and prosperity has come that
way and not by hard work, for We work
cd harder in the old days than We do
now. am an old man now but keep
up my reading just the same and my
boys are readers too. They are great
deal better farmers than was at their
age. tell you the study Of 'cowology'
is a grand thing for any state or coun'
."-Hoard's sDsiryman.
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.I'm a warden-don't need one."

III u WdIueu-OOu uCS0 OuCs
You'll not search without It." said
November. moving In front Of the door.
who'll stop mer' Evans chin shot
out doggedly.
T might" said Joe In his most gen.
tie manner. I'm In the right, for it's
agin the law. and you know It. Mr..
Evans"
Evans hesitated. "Have 1t your way.
but I'll be back with my warrant be-
fore sunup tomorrow, and I'm war.
den, and maybe you'll find it's better
to have me for o friend than
"Huh! Say. Mr.. Quaritch, have you
a fill of that light bacey o. yours? I
want soothin'.'
As soon as Evans was out Of sight,
Joe beckoned me to a thick piece o!
scrub not far from the hut.
"Stay right here till I come back
Everything depends on that" he whis-
pered.
lay down at my ease in sheltered
spot, and then Joe also took the road
for Lavette. Everything appeared to
be against Black-the cartridge which
fitted his rifle, the strands Of the tell
tale neckerchief, the mans own fu'
rlous behavior, his manifest passion
for Mrs. Rome. and the suggested mo-
tive for the thefts-all these things
pointed. conciusively 1t seemed to me.
In one direction. And yet knew that
almost from the beginning of the In.
quiry November had decided that Black
was innocent.
The evening turned raw, aud the thin
snow was softening. and though l was
weary Of my watch was still dream
ing when l started under hand that
touched my shoulder Joe was crouch.
ing ut my side. He warned me to eau
ton, but I could not refrain from
question as to where he had been.
Down to the store at Lavette.' he
whispered. 81 was talking about that
search warrant-pretty high handed |
said 1t was. and the boys agreed to
that"
After awhile Joe touched me to wake
fulness, and I saw something moving
on the trail below US. A second or two
0f moonlight gave me glimpse Of the
approaching figure Of man. hump.
ed figure that moved swiftly. A whis-
tie. No answer And its hand went
to the latch heard Joe sigh as he
covered the man with his rife. Then
came his voice in Its quiet tones.
"Guess the games of, Sylvester.
Don't turn! Hands upw
Ine man stood stiIl as We came be-
hind him. At word he faced round.
I saw the high cheek bones and gleam-
Ing eyes Of an Indian. His savage face
was contracted with animosity.
"Now, Mr.. Quaritch," said Novem'
Der suggestively.
I flatter myself made neat Job
" tying up our prisoner.
"Thank you. What's In that bundle
on his back?"
I opened 1t. Several skins dropped
out. Joe examined them. "All got
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CHAPTER Viii.

Tho Case Of Miss Virginia PLANK.
n NOVEMBER JOE and had been
IN following moose since day
break. moving without speech
Suddenly from somewhere
ahead there broke ont the sound o.!
two shots and after minute Of two
more
1.-TWO shots going Oh ut steady inter
vals," said Joe. That's call for help
There they 10 again. We'd best fol
iow them up"
We Travelled for half m hour, guided
by the sound. and came In sight of Il
man standing among the trees. We
saw him raise his rifle and tire twice
straight upward to the sky.
Its Planxm said Joe in surprise.
What! The millionaire you went
into the wood. with to locate timber
last year:" -
"The Identical man"
As we approached Joe hailed him
PLANK was Il thick shouldered. stout
man, his big body set back upon his
hips, his big chin thrust forward In d
way that uccentuated the arrogance OF
his bulging lips and eyes.
"Ho! It's you. Joe! he cried
"Yes. Mr.. PLANK"
THAT Is lucky. for need your help
My daughter was murdered yesterday.
The words made me gasp. and not
me only.
Miss virginnyr' cried Joe "You
rant mean that. Nobody would be
brute enough to kill Miss Virginny"
As we walked PLANK gave us the fol
lowing facts: 1t appeared thar he had
been spending the last two weeks In
n log hut which had been lent him by
a friend. Mr.. Wilshere. His household
consisted Of one servant-his daugh
ter's nurse. a middle aged woman whom
they had brought with them from New
York-two guides and man cook. Or
the previous day Miss Virginia had
taken her rod after lunch, as she had
sften done before. and gone Off to the
river to fish.
"At 8 I went to join her. She was
not there. Her rod lay broken. and
there were signs Of struggle and the
tracks Of two men. shouted for Ed
the old guide. He came running dowi
and we took up the trail. 1t led us
straight over to Mooseshank lake., The
ruflans had put her in our ovu canoe
and gone out on the lake"
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By MSkt1H PRICHARD
Copyright. 1913.
By Hesketh Pichafd

Well on in the afternoon the trail led
out to the banks Of wide and shallow
stream. into the waters Of which they
disappeared. Here We overlook Evans.
He was standing by the ashes of fire
almost on the bank.
he looked up as We appeared "That
you, Joe? Chaps took to the water"
said the game warden, "but he'll have
to do more than that to shake me of. /"
"Chap made this, tooT inquired
November. with a glance at the dead
fire.
Evans nodded. walked steady till
he came here. Dunno what he Lit the
fire for. Carried grub, l s'pose."
mo; to cook that partridge" said
Joe.
I glanced at Evans. His face dark
ened. Clearly this did not please him.
"Oh, he shot a partridge"
NO" said Joe; "he noosed 1t back
In the spruces there. The track Of the
wire moose Is plain, and there was
some feathers. But box here, Evans.
he didn't wear no pink necker."
Evans annoyance passed of sud.
denly. That's funny" said he. "for
he left more than a feather and the
scrape of a wire" The game warden
pulled out a pocketbook and showed
US wedged between its pages another
strand Of the pink and grey wool. 81
found 1t where he passed through
those dead spruces. How's thatT'
l looked at Joe. To my surprise he
threw back his head and gave one OF
his rare laughs.
"Well." cried Evans. "are you still
sure that he didn't wear a pink
necker?"
"Surer than ever" said Joe. and be
gan to poke in the ashes.
Evans eyed him for moment, trans
ferred his glance to me and winked
Before long he left US, his last words
being that he would have bis hands on
"Pink Necker" by night
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0ipsy and Brown-Tail Moths De-
creasing.
SATISFACTORY PROGRESS IN THE FIGHT
AGAINST THESE PESTS

A marked decrease in the numbers OF
both the gipsy and brown-tail moths is
declared by the Bureau of Entomology
of the u. s. Department of Agriculture
to have taken place in the period cover
ed by the report which has recently
been published of its work for the year
ending June so, 1914. This has been
largely brought about by the wilt disease
and the parasites and other natural enc.
mics of these pests, which have been in
troduced to fight them.
In New England extensive scouting
work around the borders Of the infested
region has resulted in the discovery Of
the existence of the gipsy moth in 81
new towns in Maine, 8 in New Hamp-
shire, 7 in Massachusetts,, II in Rhode
Island, and II in Connecticut. On the
other hand eight towns inside the infest-
ed area were found TO be quite free
Several isolated colonies in Greenfield,
Mass, appear to have been extermiuat
ed, and in the region around LenOx,
Stnckbridge, and Great Darlington the
moths have also been almost eliminated.
This is also true of the isolated colony
at Wallipgford, Conn. At StoniDgton a
few egg clusters were found, aud the
Connecticut authorities are in charge OF
work there.
In New York a colony at Geneva ap-
parently has been exterminated, and a
colony found on private estate at
Mount Kisco is now being stamped out
with the cooperation of the New York
authorities. The report calls attention,
however, to the need for laws in other
States similar in character to that of
Massachusetts,, NJ which provides that
each municipality must do its share to-
ward controlling the moths.
The brown-tail moth situation is said
to be even better. The severe winter
has aided the brown-tail moth fungus
disease and the imported parasites in
bringing about an enormous decrease in
the mum bers of this pest. In the north
ern part of the infested region in Maine,
New Hampshire, and Vermont, the de-
crease is especially noticeable. On the
other hand some brown-ta moth
nests have been found on the eastern end
of Long Island.
The inspection of all forest products
and nursery stock moved from infested
regions to other parts of the United
States is declared TO have prevented the
establishment of many colonies in wide
ly separated localities. In l7,O76 ship
ments which have been inspected, 4,253
specimens of the gypsy moth and l,4o4
specimens Of the brown-tail moth have
been destroyed. 1t is claimed that If
this work had been begun years before,
the small colonies in New York, Ohio,
and the Berkshire region in Massachu-
setts would not have become establish
ed.
In addition to the quarantine work,
scientific experiments and investiga-
tions have been carried on with the OBJ
ject of securing more exact information
about the food habits of these moths in
order to discover new ways of extermi-
mating them.
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his unpainly rolling stride.

his ungainly, rolling stride.
"You were right. Joe; Virginia Is
alivel 1t Is a case Of abduction. See
what I have here"
He held a long stick or wand In his
hand. The top Of the wand was rough
ly split, and scrap Of paper stuck In
the cleft.
"Ed's just found this in the canoe on
the lake." lie went on. 'These black
guards must have come back in the
night and put 1t there"
"What have they said in the paperT
asked November
"'You must pay to get your daughter
back. II you want our terms come to
the old log camp on Black lake to-
morrow night. No tricks. We have
you rounded up sure. Don't try to
track US or we will make 1t bad for
her."
Joe touched the ends of the wand.
"Green spruce wood. cut near their
camp" said he.
There's plenty Of spruce like that
right here" objected PLANK: why do
you say 1t was cut near their camp"
"It's cut and split with heavy ak.
such as no man ever carries about
with him. We'll. we'd best do no more
tracking Till we see the chaps that has
Miss virginny. It's Black lake tonight.
them"
On the way PLANK made known to
US his plan Of campaign. 1t was
simple one. He would get the men
into the hut and speak them fair till
favorable moment presented itself
when he would demand the surrender
of his daughter under threat Of shoot
ing the kidnapers II they refused or
demurred.
'There are three of us, and we can
FIX them easy" said Plank.
November Joe shook his head.
They're not near such big fools as
you think them," he remarked.
We had stopped on some high ground
in the shelter Of the woods, from which
we could see the fishing hut. Joe van.
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lon of a thunderstorm. PLANK opened

sion Of a thunderstorm, PLANK opened
upon Joe.
November faced the storm with an
entirely placid aspect until / began to
wonder at his patience. But when at
last he spoke the other fell dumb a. II
Joe bad struck him.
That's settled, Mr.. PLANK. You've
done with me and I've done with you.
Now quiet down and out"
PLANK opened his lips as II to speak.
but, seeing Joe's face. he changed his
mind and rushed from US into the
darkness.
At once Joe put out the light. I'VE
can't trust PLANK just at the moment.
Hes fair mad. but we'll have him back
in half an hour to show him the way
back to Wilshere's." he remarked with
a chuckle.
And in fact this was exactly what
happened. 1t was subdued but still
q very resentful PLANK whom we es.
corted through the dark woods. On
our way back to our camp Joe made
q detour to examine the tracks OF the
kidnapers by the light Of the lantern
which he had carried with him.
AS had been the case by Mooseshank
lake, SO now we found the trails very
clear near the waterside. Joe studied
them for long time.
"Well, you're out Of 1t now, at any
rate" said I.
"And what about my promise to
CalveyT he rejoined. "pm deeper in
It than ever. I've got to find Miss Vir-
ginny sure"
"You can't track her because Of that
threat in the letter to Planx|
"That's so. but I'll be speaking to
Miss virginny before tomorrow night"
said Joe quietly. nor, having made this
dramatic announcement, would he say
more.
Tro pr coSrryr-pD1
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CHAPTER TX.
aCome in, dear joe"

~ UR visitors hesitated outside the
door. There are only two Of
~ them." whispered PLANK.
AS he spoke short, bes.rded
man in thick overcoat stepped into the
light, followed by tall and strongly
built companion. Both wore black visoI
masks, with fringe covering the mouth
l noticed they were shod In mecca
sins.
"Evenin'." said the tall man. who
was throughout the spokesman. My
partner and me is come to make you
an offer, Mr.. PLANK. We've got your
daughter where you'll never find her.
where you'd never dream of looking
for her."
Don't be too sure of that" growled
PLANK.
IF we agree on bargain she shall
be returned to you unhurt three days
from the time the price Is paid over.
and that price is 100000.
"Those are our terms. The question
for you is do you want your daughter
or do you not?"
The next incident was rs swift as It
was unexpected.
81 conjecture that Is something Of an
easy question to answer" said PLANK
In his slow tones. I'm fact, r.
On the word he slipped out re-
volver. But quick as was Planx's
hand to carry out the impulse OF his
brain. Joe's was quicker. He knocked
the revolver from PlanX's grasp.
"You treucherous dog, Plank" cried
the liidnaper. as that how you keep
faith? Well, we have reply to that
too. We offered to give up the girl
for 100000. now we make the price
S15O,OO0p'
I'll never pay cent Of It'll" shouted
PLANK.
when you come to change your
mind" replied the kidnaper quietly.
lust hang a white handkerchief on
one Of the trees at the edge Of this
wood. Then put the money in notes in
that tin on the shelf. Leave Us two
clear days and you'll get your girl back
safe. But If you monkey It will be the
worse for her."
Without more words the two masked
men left the hut and. Ike the explo-
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Sally's mark on" he said. "Say. Mr.
Quaritch, let me Introduce you to
pretty mean thief"

Sally's mark on" he said. "Say. MIR
Quaritch, let me introduce you to
pretty mean thief"
noticed that Joe took our prisoner
along at a good pace toward Llvette.
After mile or two. however. he asked
me to 60 ahead and II met with Mrs
Rome to make her wait his arrival. hui
he added In nm aside. "rell her moth
ing about Sylvester"
I reached the village soon after
dawn, but already the people were
gathered ut the store. where every
one was discussing the case.
As heard nothing Of Mrs. Rome. |
set out toward her house. When |
met her l noticed that her gentle face
wore n changed expression. deliv
cred my message
"Ill never speak to November again
as long as | liver' she said with deep
yindictiveness. "NOvembers played
double with me. I'll show him"
l walked beside her I'm silence, and
lust before we came In sight OF the
houses we met with Joe alone. He
had evidently left Sylvester In safe
custody. Joe glanced from Sally to
me. | read understanding in his eyes
"We've got him trapped safe. Sally
Not hole for him to slip out by"
Sally's rage broke from her control
you're Just too cute, November Joe"
she blazed. with your tracking and
finding out things and putting Val In
Jail! What do you say to 1t that I've
been fooling you NIL the time? | never
lost NO pelts. only said 1t to get the
laugh against ye. Ye was beginning
to believe ye could hear the muskrats
sneezing!"
"Is that soT' inquired Joe gently.
Eyes. and I'm going into Lavette
this minute to tell them
Joe stepped In front of her. "Just
as you like, Sally. But how'll ye ex'
plain these?" He flung open the bun.
die of skins he carried.
Mrs. Rome turned color. Where did
| ye find them?" she gnsped.
ION his back"
She hesitated moment, then. IL
gave Val that lot" she said carelessly
"That's queer. now" said Joe. "cos
It was on Injln Sylvester found
them"
Sally stared ut Joe. then lnnghed
suddenly. excitedly "Oh. Joe. you're
sure the cutest man ever made In this
world! And with that she flung her
arms round bis neck and kissed him.
I'D best pass that on to Val BInrk"
said Joe calmly.
And Sally's bushes were prettier
than you could believe.
There is no need for me to tell how
Black was liberated from the hands
, Of The crestfallen Evans. who was as
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Keep Young Stuff Growing.

There is just one way to make a profit
on raising live stock thsse days and
that is to push them hard right from the
fret. A young animal, whether 1t is
colt or . calf or pig, ought to make
$ tsady increase In sizs and weight from
birth to the time II Is ready to sell
or has reached maturity. Anything that
stops this steady growth is expensive
Rough feeds such as silage or corn fod,
der naturally have an important place
because Of their economy. But with al
Of the roughness, there ought to be
enough grain or first-class rich hay te
keep the animal in good growing oondi
tiOn.
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An Old Time Joker.

1t happened that Dean Swift. having
been dining ut some little distance
from Lnracor, bis residence, was re-
turning home on horseback In the
evening, which was very dark. Just
before he reached neighboring vii.
lage his horse lost a shoe. Unwilling
to run the risk of tanning the animnl
by continuing his ride in that direc.
ton, lie stopped Mt one Kelly's. the
blacksmith Of the village, where. hav.
ing called the man, be asked him II
he could shoe a horse with q candle.
NO." replied the Son Of Vulcan. but
can with n hammer"
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Linosrina Leave Taking.

The visiting lady had kept her host.
ess at the open door fully half an hour
saying goodby. Finally an irate mas
culine voice indoors called ont:
Say, Maria. II you're going out. 60;
II you're staying. stay, but for heav.
ems sake don't ooze out."-Harper's
MAGAZINE
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uS IOSe duu UCSou W iS1H o"os
southeast.
Evans Ill hear Val Blacks th'
owner of the pink necker at Lavett'
village. It's an otters to musk
rats pelt that then he'll head straigh
for val's. We've got to be there afor'
him"
The afternoon was yet young whel
we arrived at Val Blacks. Val wal
not at home. but Joe entered the hu
Ind searched It thoroughly. 7 asked
him what he was seeking.
Those skins Of Sally's."
''Then you think Black
II think nothing yet And here's the
nan himself. anyway"
He turned to the door as Val Black
came swinging up the trail. he was
Of middle height, strongly built, with
quick eyes and dark hair which.
though cropped close. still betrayed its
tendency to curl He greeted Novem-
Der warmly. November was, thought
wen more slow spoken than usual.
"Val," he said. after some talk.
"have you still got that pink necker
Sally knitted for your"
"Yes, I've got her,"
"WhereT
Fright here" and Black pulled the
muffler out Of his pocket.
"Huhw said Joe.
There was a silence, rather strain
ed silence. between the two.
Then November continued "Where
was you last night?"
Val looked narrowly at Joe. Joe re-
turned his stare.
"Say, November Joe. are you search
Ing for troubleT asked Black In an
ominously quiet voice.
Seems as II trouble was searching
for me-" replied November.
There was another silence. Then
Val jerked out II call your hand"
II show it." said Joe. you're sus-
pected Of robbiug Sally's traps this
month back. And you're suspected OF
entering sally's house last evening
and stealing pelts."
With a shout of rage Val made at
Joe.
November stood quite still under the
grip Of the others furious hands.
"You act innocent. don't you, you old
coyottew he grinned ironically. y
never said I suspected you"
Black drew of. looking a little fool
ish, but he Hared up again.
"Who is It suspects meT
~Just Evans. And he's got good EVIL
dence. Where was you between ana
7 last nightY'
"In the woods. come back ana
slep' here"
"Was you aloner
"Yes."
"Then you can't prove no alibi" Joe
paused.
II was at this moment that Evans.
accompanied by two other forest ran
gers, appeared upon the scene. Quick
as lightning he covered Black with bis
shotgun.
"Up with your hands," he cried, "or
I'll.put this load Of birdshot into your
face"
Black scowled. but his hands went
up. He stood painting. At a sign one
of the rangers sidled up. and the click
Of handouts followed.
"What am l charged withr cried
Black.
Robbery"
you'll pay me for this. Simon Ev'
ansr'
1T won't be for awhile-not till they
let you out again." retorted the war
den easily. Take him of up the trail,
Billr'
The rangers walked away with theiz
prisoner, and Evans turned to Joe.
"Guess have the laugh Of you. No.
vember," he said.
Looks that way. Where you takin
him?'
ITO Lavette. I've sent word to Mrs
Rome to come there tomorrow. And
now" continued Evans, "Pm going te
search Blacks shack"
What forF"
'The stolen pelts."
J Got q wargaptT
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1915-01-26

"The merciful man Is merciful to his
beast" This implies warm, dry and
we'll ventilated quarters.
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ouah. "a Haxs isaksd Out.

Isn't 1t strange that SO few mcn
discover tile secret Of success In lifei'
Yes, but it's stranger still that tho
secret Is still secret. Surely some Ut
the men who discovered 1t must have
told Il to their wives."-Philadelphia
Press.
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1915-01-26

Keep all drafts off your horses. A
draft II ppeumonia's friend.
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1915-01-26

It is great pity that good American
horses are being sent BY the thousands
to the battlefields Of Europe.