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Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-02

A farmer of Monarch, Alberta.
claims the distinction of being the first
in the province to sell carload of
hogs at the high price of eleven cents
a pound, live weight. The sale was
made a short time ago at Calgary, and
at that time was record, although
prices have since gone as high as
$11.12B per hundredweight. With
such prices available for hogs the
farmer has a market for everything
his farm produces, as there is prac-
tically no farm product which cannot
be converted into good hog flesh. The
uncertainty Of results which attends
grain farming even under most favor
able conditions is removed when the
settler goes in for raising hogs, beef
and dairy products. With Western
Canada's cheap lands, heavy crops, and
climate free from diseases of stock,
the stock farmer is as sure of success
as anyone can advertisement.
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-02

his cigarette end and stood leaning
with crooked e&bow and knee against
veranda pillar. His keen aquiline
features and deep-set eyes were lit up
by the moonlight and seemed scarcely
to belong to his great, loose-j ointed
frame. He was loose-jointed but like
hail-strong and tough. There's
one thing about the purple cities" he
added, "the daylight always beats you
to 'em jest like in the POM" He
turned and went Off to bed.
Gerry sat on in the moonlight seized
by strange sadness-the sadness the
spirit feels under the troubled hover
Ing of the unattainable and the mi
rage. Life had queer turns. Why
should Il cowboy start out to look for
purple cities? 1t was grotesque on the
face of it but, beneath the face of it,
1t was not grotesque.
Margarita stole out to seat herself
beside him. She slipped her hand into
his. She was worried. She was al
ways worried when Gerry's thoughts
were far away. The Man, she said,
for thus she had christened her baby
boy from the day of his birth, 1.-The
Man sleeps. He cried for thee and
thou dldst not come. So he slept, for
he is a man.
Gerry's thoughts came back to his
little kingdom. He sighed and then
he smiled a smile of content. ut is
late then, my Gower| He put his
arm around her. LET us go to bed,
for tomorrow there is work"
! Tomorrow there Ia always work."
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-02

he speak again and then he said with
a CLINT in his eye that was almost a
smile, Il guess thems the first orchids
that ever Travelled to ma'ket under q
diamond hitch"
Here was an opening but it came
too late. Gerry did not try to follow
it up. Once more in the saddle Kemp
seemed to acquire sudden new ease
Of body and mind. He hung by one
knee and a stirrup and leaned over
toward Gerry. stranger" he said
"I'm much obliged to We. It's long
way FIN the Alamo to Moo Yawk, but
the hull country's under one fence
He waved his hand and was gone af-
ter his pack-train, lifting his mule with
his gOose-necked spurs into a protest.
ing canter. Two weeks after his pass.
ing, as evening was settling ON Fla.
zenda Flores, the echo of a mules
mlncing steps on the bridge made Ger.
ry look up from his work.
"Howdy," said Kemp and paused on
that to measure his welcome. He was
satisfied and urged his tired mule on
towards the house. Gerry walked be.
side him and learned that the ship.
ment of orchids had just caught the
steamer at the coast. Kemp unsaddled
his mule and tossed the harness and
slicker upon the veranda. AS Gerry
was closing the gap into the pasture
Kemp came up and stood beside him
He cast a knowing eye over the fat
stock. "You done good job for Lie
ber." he remarked.
Gerry nodded little sadly. Eyes,
he said, "the contracts filed. Lieber's
sending for the stock day after tomor.
row."
AS they sat on the veranda that
night smoking endless cigarettes
Kemp turned to his host. "D'ye mind
If stay over day with you? Truth
is want to hep drive that stock vi
to Lieber's. / want to hep whistle 8
bunch steers along once more ant
smell the dust an the leakin' udders
an | shouldn't wonder IL | let out q
yell or so, corraln' 'em at the othel
end"
Gerry nodded Understandings
"Why did you leave itT' he venturet
and then regretted and murmure6
"Never mind"
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-02

At last the rains came to the valley
and Fazenda Flores. Gerry spent long
hours beside his sluicegate watching
for a rise in the river but it did not
come. The torrent Of rain was local
and he remembered that Lieber had
told him that the floods-the great
floods-came from hundreds of miles
up the river and generally under
braZen sky. Night, black night, had
fallen with the rain and he was just
turning to seek shelter from the I'M
broken downpour when voice raised
in song reached his ears. He waited.
The voice drew nearer. In a nasal
tone, which somehow sounded familiar
though it was unknown to him, it was
chanting a long string Of doggerel end
ing in an unvarying refrain. Finally
Gerry could make out the long-drawn
tail-end Of the song: comm down the
drawn"
English! American! Cowboy mu-
sic! The impressions came in rapid
succession. Gerry strove to pierce
the darkness. He could hear the near
by splash of careful mules, picking
their way through puddles with finick-
ing little steps. He felt a shadow in
the darkness and could just see above
1t blur Of yellow. Behind it, more
shadows. On an impulse he did not
stop to measure, he shouted in English,
Halo, there!'
The doggerel was choked off in mid
fight. The yellow blur came to a sud-
den stop and the nasal voice rang out
in quick staccato, Speak again,
stranger, and speak quick"
ITS all right" Gerry laughed back.
"Where are you bound for?
I'm headed down the drawn loollin'
for a chalk line where en- dry my
feet. What do you knowY"
"Can you see the water in the ditch
at your right?"
"Yasser, l can. I en- see you, too"
"Well," shouted back Gerry, your
eyes beat mine. Follow the ditch m
til you come to bridge. III meet you
there"
Gerry found the little cavalcade
waiting for him, six pack-mules, ma
tive driver and, towering above them,
great lanky figure in yellow oil
skin slicker topped by broad
brimmed Stetson. Gerry looked over
the outfit as carefully as the darkness
would allow and then said tentatively,
"There's house down there in the
| valley"
us the'T' drawled the stranger spit
ting deliberately into the ditch. well"
he volunteered after a further pause,
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-02

my names Jake Kemp. The rest of
this outfit is six mules packin' orchids
and the greaser packin' the mules"
''That's all right" said Gerry, 81
guess we can put you up"
He led the way and the pack-train
splashed along after him. The mules
were soon relieved of their burdens
and turned into the pasture. Boni-
facio took the native muleteer away
to his quarters and Gerry and the
stranger passed through the house to
the kitchen.
A patriarchal hospitality came nat
urally to the inmates Of FaZenda
Flores. 1t was tradition not only on
that plantation but throughout vast
hinterland, where life was rude and
death sudden, to be gentle to the
stranger, to feel him and his beast
and to speed him on in the early morn
ing There was but one rule to the
stranger: He must keep his eyes to
the front. Jake Kemp had evidently
learned the brief code. He ate raven
ously, poured down coffee with the
| recklessness Of a man that draws on
limitless power to sleep, and made
his few remarks to Gerry and to Ger
ry alone.
Gerry was feeling strange elation
that he strove in vain to account for.
This was an American but beyond that
they had nothing in common. New
York and Texas are connected only by
fiction. Perhaps it was just curiosity
Curiosity invaded him. What was a
Texas cowboy doing ON the road past
| Fazenda Flores with a mule-train OF
orchids? AS an opener he declared
himself. "My names Gerry Lansing
he said. "I've settled down here"
"So?" said Kemp, as he drew from
his vest pockets the makings of ciga
rette. Gerry had seen the yellow pa
pers and the little bags of faxed to-
bacco. They struck convincingly the
note of the West. Reckon you're FIN
the States" drawled Kemp as he &C
complished the cigarette.
EYES," said Gerry and added, will
an idea to establishing a link, "likt
you"
Reckon you're FIN Moo Yawk," was
Kemp's next deliberate contribution
to the conversation.
With that, talk Jagged. Gerry in
stinctively avoided the question dfrec
and Kemp vouchsafed nothing more
Not till Gerry came upon him hitchins
up his loads early next morning die
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Lieber, accompanied by two herders,
came early for his stock. He greeted
Kemp warmly. Going my way?" he
asked.
81 ben loafin' around here with that
in mind" drawled Kemp. "Tll take
hand if you'll allow me a mount"
you can take your pick" said Lie
Der, that is, after Mr.. Lansing has
had his"
The three of them walked into the
pasture. Lieber looked at the stock
with kindling eyes. He turned to Ger
ry and held out his hand. Shake" he
said, and Gerry did. What do you
say to the first five Of the horses out
and the last ten of the cattle for your
share?"
Gerry flushed. THAT'S more than
fair" he said. "You know the best
Of the horses will lead the bunch and
the latest of the cattle will lag be-
hind. You see, they're all strong
| now"
THAT'S just it." said Lieber.
hcLLp hdu SOlC Oll " IOulu up Ills
mule. He came up from the river
driving it before him. At every Jump
he caught the mule a flick with his
rope and the mule kicked and squealed
but came on with long, stiff legged
strides. "Hi'yi" yelled Kemp and
snatched off his hat to beat his mount
while he kept the rope-end fickering
over the mule.
Gerry and Lieber laughed. Kemp
was like a mummy come to sudden
life. DO you know what" said Ger
ry, II think III come along with you"
He led the iron-gray out by his fore
lock and old Bonifacio hurried to help
bride and saddle him. Lieber mount
| ed his stallion and turned the horses
| as they came out. Kemp suddenly
| sobered down to business. When Lie
| Der had thrown back the last ten of
the cattle, Kemp came out and closed
the gap behind him.
81 think I'll go ahead with the
| horses" said Lieber.
| "You go and take yo' men with you"
said Kemp. 81 could drive this fat
| bunch from here to Kansas with nary
a hand to spell me-"
Gerry had expected a surprise of
some sort when at last he arrived at
Liebers but the things he saw there,
stranger than anything he could have
| imagined, left him calm and unmoved
as though some prescience had pre-
pared him. The house was built on the
usual solid lines of plantation head
| quarters. Great, rOugh-hewn beams;
towering rafters, built to carry the
heavy tiles and to bear their burden
fc: generations; unceiled, vast rooms
with calcimined walls; all these were
not outside Gerry's experience in the
new land. The strangeness came with
the rugs and the linen, the etchings
and the furniture, and last and most
| significant, the shelves and shelves Of
books and the tables piled with maya
zines in three languages. Everything
bore the stamp of quality, everything
had the distinction of choice.
Gerry did not let his curiosity carry
him beyond rapid glance around the
great livingroom where they found
Lieber, bathed and freshly dressed,
experimenting the making of ice in
the latest ingenious contrivance for
the pampering of the pioneer. "Ice
water In the desert" thought Gerry
and the phrase seemed to him more
than words-it seemed to paint Lie
Der dimly, but as the mind saw him.
,....-."."s"s-s"."."s"s-.
In what manner will Lieber ]
and Kemp affect Lanslng's life I
with Margarlta In this hidden
corner of the world?
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-02

But Kemp was not offended. NAV"
he said, Il hain't killed my man-not
lately-nor anything like that. l left
it." he went on reminiscently, because
couldn't hep it. l got to dreamin'
nights of purple cities"
purple what?" exclaimed Gerry.
Kemp took cigarette from his
mouth and almost smiled. "Never did
hear of The Purple City, 1 reckon"
Gerry shook his head. Kemp drew
a well-worn wallet from the capacious
inner pocket of his vest and took out
a ragged clipping. One could read in
the glaring moonlight and Gerry
glanced through the printed lines.
Then he read them through again.
THE PURPLE CITY.
AS sat munching mangoes,
On the purple city's walls,
/ heard the catfish calling,
To the crawfish in the crawls.
| / saw the paper sunbeams,
Sprouting from the painted sun;
/ saw the sun was sullen,
For the day had but begun.
OF dusty desert sky-road,
| Ten thousand miles and more,
Stretched out before the morning,
| And the sun sat in the door.
He sweated seas of sunshine,
| AS he started up the sky,
| And he drowned the purple city,
| In a tear-drop from his eye.
No more shall purple pansies
Look up at purple pinks,
! Nor purple roses rival
The cheeks of purple mink.
Alas! for purple city,
And its purple-peopled halls!
Alas! for me and mangoes,
On the purple city's walls
Gerry looked upon his guest with
new wonder as he handed back the
clipping. Kemp put it away carefully
rolled fresh cigarette, and blew a
thick puff Of smoke out into the moon
light Cant say it's po'try and
can't say it amt. All 1 know is II
roped me. l know that writer fellel
never munched no mangoes, cause
mangoes don't MUNICH. l know he new
er sat on no wall an heerd catfish call
in cause catfish don't call. But he
seen it all, stranger, jest the way he
writ it down an ben dreamin' purple
cities ever sence 1 read his screed."
"Did you start right out to look fol
them?" asked Gerry gravely.
Nav" said Kemp, 81 didn't have
nothin' to go on. But one day drum
mer Teller tibet I was stagin' across
the White mountains give me plan
magazine, and 1t had an article OF
commercial orchids with pictures il
colors. They was mostly kinde
publish an l reckon it was that wha
got me started. 1t was the foreman
pointin' out my mount to me an
didn't lose no time. I drapped my rop'
on him an I've been ridin' him eve
sence."
Found any purple cities?"
"Not rightly. | seen 'em-more'l
once. But l guess purple cities is al
ways yon side the mountain. Yol
can't jest ride up an put your branC
on 'em. They're born mavericks ant
! they die mavericks. An l say, goo
luck to EN-" Kemp rose, tossed ava,
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-02
CHAPTER XVIII-continued.

"Why there's no Mr.. Wayne and
Mrs. Wayne-Only ]. VS."
"And you don't know, Alan?" asked
the judge. "Well, I'll tell you. Mr..
Wayne and Mrs Wayne-they were
Alans father and his young wife.
Their life was a hot flame that sud
denly smothered itself in the clouds
of its own smoke. The memory Of the
clouds passed with them but the flame
the fame burns on in the hearts of
all who knew them. 1t will burn on.
That's why j.. Y. is J. Y. and that's
why it will always be J. Y. and Mrs.
J. Y. to the Hill"
Alan said good-by in hurried low
YvOice and started for the door but the
Judge called to him: Just moment,
Alan, Pm coming with you"
The judge found Alan waiting for
aim on the steps as he hurried out.
"What are you doing for the rest of
the afternoon?" he asked.
I'm sailing for South America If
there's a connection"
The Judge looked up surprised. 81
didn't know you had anything urgent
on" They walked on in silence for
some minutes, then the judge said,
hesitatingy, ALAN, you're rushed, Of
course, but if you could-if you can
do one thing and put it down to my
account. Just drop in and see j.
for a minute. Somehow l feel that
you can't see J. Y. the way he really
is. But if you knew him, Alan, the
way l do, you'd know it's an honor
for any man to shake hands with j. Y.
Wayne. He has rare thing-an un-
tainted hand. There is a tale on
change to the effect that firm was
saved from a smash because ]. Y.
walked up to its head and shook
hands with him on the floor"
II don't know" said Alan, "that J..
Y. wants to shake hands with me-" He
spoke almost questioningly.
81 don't know that he wants to, Ell
ther, my boy. But | do know this.
He's a busy man, but there's never
q day that he's too rushed to think Of
you"
Alan stopped and held out his hand.
81 am much obliged to you" he said.
''Im sorry didn't think of it myself.
I'm off to his Office now, as soon as
I've telephOned Swithson."
]. Y. received his nephew with out
stretched hand. His rugged face was
lit up with the rare smile that came
to it seldom, for it was the far-fiung
yipple-the visible expression of deep
CommOtion.
81 just dropped in, sir" said Alan,
''to say good-by. I'm off again to
South America. Africa seems to be
taking year Off"
They sat and looked at each other
Cor moment. and then j. Y. arose
and held out his hand again. "If that's
the case" he said, Il won't keep you.
Good-by and good luck"
"Good-by, sir" said Alan.
As he reached the door J. Y. spoke
again. "AIan," he said, "I'm glad you
dropped in
IL am too, sir said Alan.
He was just leaving the sedate old
office building, sandwiched in between
modern towers Of Babel, when a cab
drew up at the curb. The door opened
and girl stepped out. She suddenly
stood still. Alan's eyes were drawn to
her and found hers fixed on him. He
drew quiyerlng breath. Glenn stood
before him. She saw his hesitation
ana a cloud came over the light in her
face. Her moist lips trembled. Their
hands met.
"Alanw she said and he answered
"Clem!'
And so they stood, his eyes fixed In
hers that were blue and deep. He felt
his soul sinking, sinking into those
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-02

A girls ideal young man Is novel
hero who probably couldn't earn
enough in real life to feed a canary
bird. r.,Si
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-02
SYNOPSIS.

Alan Wayne is sent away from Red Hill;
his home, by his uncle, j. Y. as moral
failure Glenn drinks Alan's health on his
birthday Judge HealeX defends Alan in
his business with his employers. Alan and
Alix, Gerry's wife, meet at sea, homeward
bound and start Irritation. At home.
Gerry, as he thinks, sees Alix and Alan
clipping. drops everything, and goes to
.Pernambuco. Alix leaves Alan on the
train and goes home. Gerry leaves Per-
nambuco and goes to Piranhas:: On a
canoe trip2h meets a native girl. The
Judge fails to trace Gerry. A baby is Born
10 Alix. The native girl takes Gerry to
the ruined plantation she Is mistress Of.
Gerry marries her. At Maple house Col
.ingeford tells how he met Alan-"Ten
Per Cent Wayne"-building bridge in
Africa. Collingeford meets Alix and her
baby and gives her encouragement about
Gerry. Alan comes back to town but does
not go home. He makes several calls
In the city. Gerry begins to improve Mar
garita's plantation and builds an irrigat-
ing ditch. In Africa Alan reads Glenn s
letters and dreams of home. Gerry pas
lures Lieber's cattle during the drought:
A baby comes to Margarita. Collingeford
meets Alix in the city and finds her
changed. Alan meets Alix.
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-02

st. Paul is to have a new family
hotel to cost 100000.
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-02
A Brooklyn Druggist Praises The
Great Kidney Remedy

I have handled DR.. Kilmer's Swamp.
Root, kidney, liver and bladder remedy
for twenty years and have heard plenty
of favorable reports concerning it from
my customers. They are satisfied with
know of many cases where Swamp Root
has cured Stone in the Bladder, Gall
Stones, Gravel, Catarrh or Inflammation
of Bladder, Liver trouble and Rheu.
matsm | have used it in my own
family with good results and l heartily
endorse DR.. Kilmer's Swamp-Root and
believe it has good curative value.
Very truly yours,
ALEX. LIPSCHITZ, Druggist,
81 North 9th Street,
RrnnLlvn N Y
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-02

Do you know the home long,
Ing that comes to fellow
stranded halfway round the
earth from his own 'dooryard2
Gerry and Jake, two forsaken
Americans, meet in these cir
cumstances in the heart Of
South America and exchange
dream-talk.
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-02
November 18th, 40
Prove What Swamp-Root Will Do For You

Send ten cents to DR.. Kilmer & Co.,
Binghamton, N. Y, for sample size bot.
tie. 1t will convince anyone. You will
also receive a booklet of valuable infor-
der. When writing, be sure and mention
this paper, Regular ffty-cent and one
dollar size bottles for sale at all drug
stores.-Adv.
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