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twelve hundred feet Of row. We used
two bushels, being anxious for a good
stand. Our critics tell US we are like
ly to have a large number of small
potatoes. and few large ones. Pros
pect of small potatoes. however,
prospect Of scabby ones. We neglect
ed to treat our seed potatoes with
formalin to protect against the scab.
! can't understand how we came to
overlook this, because 1t has been
urged in the newspaper and by
speakers ever since the war garden
movement started. I guAss we were
in such a hurry to get our planting
done that we both forgot 1t.
more scabs. we are told. was to plant
potatoes in ground fertilized with
fresh stable manure. We should have
used chemical fertilizer or allowed
the potato ground to go unfertilized.
Capt. Thompson says the ground was
rich enough to bring potatoes with
out any fertiliZing.
Another thing for which we have
been criticised was placing our row =
uniformly three feet apart. 1t was a
waste of ground. we are told. Three
feet was right for the potatoes and
for the StowelIs evergreen corn. For
the golden bantam corn two feet ard
a half would have been wide enough.
and for bean rows two feet apart
would have been ample.
We are not going to let our mis-
folks have been making mistakes
since this war began. / reckon q
couple of greenhorn gardeners are
entitled to a mistake or two.
THE WAR GARDENER.
(To be continued).
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THE WIZARDS BELT.
Continued from Third Page.)


he's begun already or, at least, will do
30 in another hour and a half He's
promised to meet US at your house at
II o'clock tonight. Chose that place
because he lives at Putney and It's
nearer Eleven was the hour he set.
though. of course. he may arrive
ratio fellow like that chap. So we'll
make it eleven and possess our souls
in. patience until it's time to start"
But. my dear Mr.. Narkom. wouldn't
1t be better. or. at least, more hospita-
BILE. II went over to meet him. in case
in the house. remember, and it's locked
up"
Lord bless you. that won't bother
him! Never travels without his tools.
you know. skeleton keys and all that.
and he'll be in the house before you
you'd rather be there to admit him In
the regulation way"
TT would at least be more courte-
Gus. Mr.. Narkom." Miss Morrison In
terposed. so great q man doing SO
sb,ns S5Has Mr. v.n Nan. Oh .hoIIs yd: really
"oh. well. let him. then. by all
choose. Mr.. Van Nant. I'd let you have
my motor only must get over to tho
station ana phone up headquarters on
another affair in flve minutes"
TT doesn't matter, thank you all the
same. I can get q taxi at the top of
the road" said Van Nant. and then.
making his excuses to Miss Morrison
and her father. he took UP his hat and
left the house. AS a matter Of fact, 1t
was only courtesy that made him say
that about the taxi. for there Is rarely
one to be found waiting about in the
neighborhood Of Wandsworth Com
mon after $3.50 o'clock at night. and
nobody could have been more sur
prised than he when he actually did
come across one. lettering about aim
lessly and quite empty, before he had
gone two dozen yards.
He engaged 1t on the spot. jumped
into 1t. gave the chauffeur his d.
rections and q minute later was
whixzing away to the isolated house.
1t was eight minutes past 10 when
he reached 1t, standing as black and
lightless as when he left 1t four
hours ago, and. after paying of tho
chauffeur and dismissin9 the vehicle.
he fumbled nervously Tor his latch
key, found 1t. unlocked the door and
went hurriedly In.
Have you come yet. Mr. Cleekts
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ginia, who is dead; Washington. who
is dead, and Joseph. dead. Samuel
married a cousin who was a Miss
Trammell, Robert married Miss Emma
Dulin of Fairfax. Virginia married
John Cornwell, Washington married
Miss Virginia Trammell, relative,
and Joseph married Miss Hattie Gun
nell. One of Roberts sons is now a
soldier in France. Virginia left a
married David Hughes of Washing
ton; Joseph left three children. French
Trammell. Dora. who is Mrs. McClana-
han and lives close by the fre-ruins
of John Trammell's old house. and
Miss Flossie Trammell. who is not
married.
Then there was another Trammell.
a son of Washington Trammell. the
son of DIR. Trammell. His name was
Fielden Trammell He lived on the
old Conn farm at Great Falls. Conn
being a big landholder In that neigh
borhood. who gave his name to
"Conns Island" the large wooded is
land above the falls. The original
Conn house is standing and is the
present home of Anthony Cowley.
Fielden Trammell married Miss
Frances Rollins and their children
were George. Martha. William. James
and John, who are dead, and Fielden
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he called out. as he shut the door
and stood in the pitch black hall.
Mr.. Cleek. Mr.. Cleek. are you here
It is Maurice Van Nant. Mr..
Nsrkom has sent me on ahead"
Not a sound answered. him. not
breath with a sort Of wheezing
sound. then groped round the hall
table till he found his bedroom can
die and. striking match, lit it. The
staircase leading to the upper floor
gaped at him out of the partial
was halfway up 1t when some other
Idea possessed him. brought him to
a sudden standstill and. facing
round abruptly. he went back to the
lower hall again. glimmering along
It like shadow. with the inadequate
fieetly to the studio in the rear.
The door stood partly open. just
as he had left 1t. He pushed 1t in
ward and stepped over the threshold.
"Mr. cleek" he called again. Mr..
Cleek!' Are you here2"
swered him. The studio was as he
had seen 1t last. save for those fan
tastic shadows which the candles
wavering flame wreathed in the dim
corners and along. the pictured
PEDESTAL the Roman ~ senator stood
dead white against the purple back
ground. and there. close to the foot
of 1t, the great bulk of the dispro-
portionate nymph still sprawled. fin-
ished and whitewashed now. and
looking even moro of monstrosity
than ever in that waving light.
He gave one deep gulping sigh of
relief. flashed across the room on tip
toe and went down on his knees be-
side the monstrous thing. moving the
candle this way and that along the
length OF II, as II searching for some
thing, and laughing in little jerky
gasps of relief when he found nothing
that was not as 1t had been-as 1t
should be-as he wanted 1t to be. And
then. az he rose and patted the clay,
and laughed aloud as he realized how
hard 1t had set. then at that instant
q white shape lurched forward and
swooped downward, carrying him
down with It. The candle slipped from
his fingers and clattered on the floor.
q pair of steel handouts clicked as
they closed round his wrists. a voice
above him said sharply: You want
ed Cleek. I believe? Well. Cleeks got
you, you sneaking murdereri Gem
tlemen. come In! Allow me to turn
over to you the murderer of George
Carboys! You'll find the body inside
that slumbering nymph"
And the last thing that Mr.. Maurice
Van Nant saw. as he shrieked and
tainted. the last thing he realised,
was that Mghts were flashing up and
men tumblintstn through the oasn-
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day, much less such an inartistic one
as that? Consider: The man had never
been first-class sculptor, 1t is true. but
he knew the rudiments Of his art. he
had turned out some fairly presentable
work, and that nymph was as abom-
inably conceived and as abominably ex-
ecuted as If 1t had been the work Of a
raw beginner. Then there was another
suspicious circumstance. Modelling clay
is not exactly as cheap as dirt, Mr.. Mar
kom. Why. then, should this man. who
was confessedly as poor as the proverbial
church mouse. plunge into the wild ex-
travagance of buying half a ton of it
and at such a time? Those are the
things that brought the suspicion into
my mind: the certainty. however. had to
be brought abou. beyond dispute before
l could act.
II knew that George Carboys had re-
turned to that studio by the dry marks
Of muddy footprints, that were nothing
like the shape of Van Nant's. which l
found on the boards Of the veranda and
on the carpet under one of the windows.
l knew. too, that it was Van Nant who
had sent that pigeon. You remember
when l excused myself and went back
on the pretext Of having forgotten my
magnifying glass the other day? I did
SO for the purpose of looking at that
on its breast feather which thought, at
first glance, was dry mud, as though 1t
had fallen or brushed against something
muddy in its fight. AS we descended
the stairs I observed that there was a
similar mark on Van Nant's sleeve. 1
brushed against him and scraped Off
fieck with my finger nails. 1t was the
dust Of dried modelling clay. That on
the pigeons breast proved to be the
same substance. I knew then that the
hands Of the person who liberated that
pigeon were the hands Of some one who
was engaged in modelling something or
handling the clay of the modeler, and
the inference was clear.
"As for the rest, when Van Nant en-
tered that studio tonight. frightened half
out Of his wits at the knowledge that he
would have to deal with the one detec-
tive he feared, / knew that II he ap-
preached that statue and made any at
tempt to examine it l should have my
man, and that the hiding place Of his
victims body would be proved beyond
question. When he did so to 1t and did
examine it. Charges street at last.
and thank fortune for 1t, as / am tired
and sleepy. Stop here, chauffeur. The
riddle is solved, Mr.. Narkom. Good
night"
copyright. lsls. hy Doubleday. Page & Co..
Evening star., 1918-05-19
Suspicious.

n EX-SENATOR BAILEY of Texas
G said in Albany the other day:
The Germans believe that a pacific
nation is a coward nation. Propose
peace to the ermans and they Will
fall upon and crush you. convinced
that you're afraid to fight.
The Germans are like the chap
in the evening dress who went up TO
the box ONCE man and said eagerly:
Have you got two front row seats
on the aisle for tonight
".Yep. Here you are said the box
office man.
But the chap in evening dress
frowned.
Keep EN- he said. The show can't
be any good"
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comes upon the Ross cottages the trail
or wheel trace through the woods
comes out upon the River Bend road.
an old way of which the Rambler
to the seQuestered burial plot In
which rest the bones of Potomac In
dians. Turning east into the road the
Rambler rested in the shade Of big
trees and lilac bushes which grow
around a neat white farmhouse.
That Is the home OF Lewis Rollins.
whose wife was Miss Carrie Gunnell.
One Is impressed by the frequency
with which the names Trammell.
Gunnell and Rollins occur in the en-
virons of Washington. These are
among the old families of Virginia
and to gather up the names Of the
lineal and collateral descendants OF
the pioneer Gunnells and Trammells
living in Washington and its vicinity
would be a task to balk the most
energetic family historian.
An ancestral Gunnell home stands
about two miles south of Great Falls.
and near the house is a cemetery in
which generations of Gunnells lie
buried. So far as the Rambler's notes
go the first occupant of that place
was Col George West Gunnell. His
first wife was Miss Lucy Coleman and
their children were Richard Henry.
who married a Miss Jackson of the
jackson neighborhood in Fairfax:
john Gunnell. who married Catharine
Swink. a sister of the builder of
Swink's mill. on the Georgetown and
Leesburg turnpike; Orlando Gunnell,
who married Susan Adams; Charles
Gunnell. who did not marry: Martha
Gunnell. who married DR.. d. Alfred
Moss-or was it DR.. Alfred D. Moss?
long clerk of the court of Fairfax
county. One of the old settlers in the
Great Falls neighborhood told the
was quite serious in telling 1t: "Dr.
Moss. who was our county clerk for
long time. was such a strong dem
ocrat in his politics that his name
gave rise to the term mossback dem
ocrats."
Col. George West Gunnell married
twice and his second wife was Miss
Emiline Young of Ash Grove. Their
children were Joseph Gunnell. who
was good Confederate soldier. but
Gunnell. who married Capt. owen
Berry of the sth Virginia Infantry;
Dallas Polk Gunnell, who married,
first. Miss Blanche Gibson of Loudoun
county; second. Miss Catherine Young
of Fairfax. and. third. Miss Beck.
who came to Fairfax county from the
west.
The first of the Trammells in this
part Of Virginia whose memory is
preserved in the traditions Of the
old inhabitants was Dr. Trammell. He
had a son named Washington Tram
NELL and a daughter who married
"Doddy" Jenkins. Washington Tram
melrs house is still standing near
Carper's School in the Prospect Hill
neighborhood between the George
town and Leesburg pike and the
river. Washington had son named
John Trammell and the chimney of
his hre-ruined home stands a few
hundred yards north of the pike at
the north edge Of Prospect Hill. Many
pilgrims pass this place and specu-
late on it while following a trail
which leads from the pike through
the McClanahan place and down to
the mouth of Difficult run. John
Trammell's wife was Jane Matter
and their children were Frank. who
is still living and unmarried; Samuel,
who is dead; Eliza. who died without
marrying; Robert. who is dead; Vir-
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Sure Identification.

NoL. ROOSEVELT. at q luncheon
" in Portland. advocated early
marriages.
us there any sadder picture in the
world" he said. than an old bach
elor?"
Then his eyes twinkled. and he
added:
"You can always tell an old bach
elor by the way he makes o baby
CRY TRYING to mako 1t laughI's
Evening star., 1918-05-19
=. Adventures of War Gardener I'm Washington x

q RECEIVED a very gratifying
and very serviceable letter the
other day from another Wash
q ington war gardener. Its serv-
iceabiIity was increased, think. by
the fact that this war gardener also
has a wife Of the name Of Mary.
In his letter he said a number of
nice things about his Mary, such
things as any good wife likes to
have her husband think and say of
her. When I read his letter to my
Mary I read those parts Of it frst.
1t made a hit, naturally. The writer
of such a letter plainly was a man
whose opinions were worth while.
Then 1 read her this passage:
Vow, respecting the wheel-hoe:
hope you will figure it out. without
disrespect to your wife. that you
should have it-and then get 1t. / am
with you on the proposition. and.
am glad to say, my wife agrees with
me-"
1 folded the letter with a sigh.
assumed the air Of a martyr resigned
to his fate, and fastened my gaze on
my toil-worn hands.
Mary never batted an eyelash.
Judged by the guilelessness of her
face, she might never before have
heard Of a wheeI-hoe. Certainly no
one ever would have suspected that
she had opposed my getting one.
limiting that 1 was lazy as we'll as
fat All she did was to look at
me with mildly inquiring eyes and
remark:
IF wheel-hoes are so useful in a
garden I should think you'd get one"
I Can you beat it?
know my wife Is tender-hear rted
If have a cold she wants to put
me to bed and nurse me like a baby.
But my blistered hands and aching
back made no appeal to her sympa
thies. She had made up her mind that
the harder had to work in my garden
the better 1t would be for my health
and conformation. and all my argu-
ments were swept aside as not
worthy of serious attention. Now
comes a man she never heard Of be-
fore, and because he says pleasant
things about his wife. named Mary.
am made to seem just a little stupid
not to have known that a wheel hoe
was a good thing for a war gardener
to have.
Again I riss to remark: Can you
beat 1t?
Still. I'm much obliged to the man
for writing the letter. OF course,
you'll understand that I am master
in my own house and there is no one
who could have stopped me from get
ting a wheel-hoe had l wanted to
be ugly about it. but 1t always is
much pleasanter to have these things
come about amicably and without
friction. discovered years ago that
the only safe and sane method of
managing a woman is to let her think
she is having her own way.
am going to get my wheel hoe
this week. and I'll bet q thrift stamp
Mary will be around expecting me
of something to make my work
/ think Fred Turner, my partner In
the Quarter-acre farm project. will
be willing to pay half the cost of a
wheel hoe. He scorned the idea when
proposed 1t some time ago, but he
isn't nearly SO chesty now as he was
Those two days of hard work plant
ing the garden served to tame his
spirit and chasten his soul. as well
As to make his body sore and lame;
The work seemed to hurt him a good
deal worse than II did me. despite
the fact that i have added years and
o good deal of weight.
f, Turner rather limited that the rea-
eaAb3hs9WassSa was because he had
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worked harder. but when I called
for a showdown he backed water.
I didn't intend he should start any
thing like that and get away with it.
The partnership wouldn't last long If
one partner was going to be chronic
that If he wasn't satisfied with the
amount of work did we would
split the garden ffty-ffty. on a row
for row basis, and that each man
would work his share separately.
Fred apologized and said he didn't
Jokes" with insults concealed in
them.
AS a matter of fact. I guess Turner
did work harder than ] did. but II
was his own fault. He went rampinG
ahead and wouldn't listen to my ad-
vice that he had better slow down a
bit. On the contrary. he did consid
cradle talking about freight trains
and Ice wagons. / asked him IL he
meant me. but he said of course he
didn't, what IN the world could have
put such an idea into my head? So
you will understand that / didn't
drown myself in sympathetic tears
because Turner was so used up the
rest of the week he could hardly drag
himself around. He's been talking
about hiring man with a horse to
cultivate the potatoes. corn and
scornful of such weakness.
All Of which is why 1 think Turner
now will be ready to listen to the
wheel hoe proposal.
Those long rows we planted. three
feet apart. will be just the thing for
cultivation with a wheel hoe, and ]
really believe that with the bulk OF
the planting done the hardest part
of our garden work now is finished
One corner of the quarter-acre piece
probably a third of it's total area. is
a rather stiff clay and 1 doubt If the
wheel hoe works successfully in It
but the rest of the soil is a light
crumbly loan which ought never 10
bake or pack hard
A good part of the clay soil Is in
potatoes. and I suppose we made a
mistake in not planting corn or beans
there. but 1t can't be helped now
AS 1t is. the arrangement probably
is best SO far as reducing handwork
Is concerned. A wheel hoe doesn't
go deep enough to cultivate pota
toes properly. Lacking a horse culti.
vator. potatoes call for a hand hoe
or even a light mattock. BY plant.
ing them in the clay. therefore. ant
putting the beans and corn in thu
lighter soil, we will have a minimum
Of handwork.
AZ a matter Of fact It appears tha
We made a number Sof mistakes Il
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planting. our garden. none of which
we now can remedy. We used, It
seems. about twice as much seed po-
tato as we needed. One bushel. we
are told. would have been ample for
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Some of those who, after coming
down from the platform. turn north
ward or to the right glimpse the
bronze tablet on the lichen-covered
rock and pause. Some read it with
intelligent interest and others read it
as though saying to themselves or
within themselves, Il do not for the
life of me know what to make Of
it." The phrase George Washington
Of Fairfax County seems to strike
them as a puzzle. Very many per-
sons seem to think that George
Washington Is merely a marble
statue or perhaps an efigy in bronze.
To others he is a national saint. who
always appears in public dressed in
Ehostly toga, or came with an up
raised sword in one hand. a scroll of
parchment in the other and halo
around his head.
They do not seem to grasp the
fact that George Washington was a
human being. and a very human be-
ing; that he raised sheep. wheat and
corn in Fairfax county; that he lived
in that county from boyhood until
his death, except for absence due to
the call of his country; that he
swapped jokes and gossip with his
county neighbors at church and at
sundry taverns; that he visited his
farmer friends and was visited by
them. and that today. living in simple
homes along all the roads in Fairfax
county. and in the Great Falls region
of that county, are thousands OF
men, women and children who are the
Evening star., 1918-05-19
TRANSLATED BY WIN. L. MCPHERSON.


Yes. haven't 1. cap
x tain?s
What breed Is he:"
IA Beauceron collie-a red stock
ing as the French breeders would
call him. He is still little spiritless.
But he Is beginning to perk up.
found him lying at the foot Of tree
some two weeks ago. and I believe
that If 1 hadn't picked him up he
would have died Of starvation within
a few hours"
"A beautiful animal, a beautiful an
1mal." repeated the captain. What
do you call him?"
"Wotan. He doesn't answer we'll.
But that will come. Isn't that so.
Wotan"'
The dog made no sign. The captain
stretched out his hand prudently.
Can one pet him.
Yes. yes"
But he hasn't a very friendly air
about him."
There is no. danger. See. I don't
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Here IL q war story Of the beaten
path. 1t il the story Of French dog
"A collie-whom his master ordered to
stay behind in the occupied territory
when he himself fed before the Ger
mans.
This dog felt none Of the severities
of the German occupation. He received
only kindnesses from the invaders. But
his heart never passed to his new
masters. Like the men. the women
=, and the children. he reacted in his
own way to the fact Of alien intrusion.
And his reaction was simple and
tragic.
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u q EAR the observation platform
MV at Great Falls is a mass OF
NJ gneiss set by nature in
q " lodges or high. rough steps.
There are many masses of this coun-
tory. but the one in question is the
largest. On the west face of this
rock heap is a bronze plate. inscribed
elm Memory of George Washington
of Fairfax County, Patriot, Pioneer
and Man of Affairs He Spent in
Developing His Country the Life He
Risked in Her Defence. This Is Ex-
emp1ified In the Potowmack Company.
Incorporated to Build the Potowmack
Canal. of which George Washington
Was the First President. Placed by
the Fairfax Chapter, D. A. r."
The face of the rock is crusted
with black lichen. and saxifrage.
mild and modest little wildfower
that blossoms on tall. fuzzy scape
which rises from basal rosette of
leaves, grows wherever II can fnd or
make a root-hold. The name of this
very mild and modest little flower
means ''rockbreaker."
Nearly everybody going to the
falls on the Virginia side climbs the
observation platform and looks out
upon the falls. the rapids. the whirl-
pool and upon the gray rocks about
which the mad water churns itself
into a white frenzy and above the
tops of which the river sometimes
casts its spray. All kinds of people
go to the platform. even those who
with penknives carve their initials
in the wooden rail. Some seem i'm
pressed with the majesty of the spec
tacle. the surge of waters and the
chaos of rock. while others turn away
from the view with bored manner:
as though a sandwich or bottle OF
pop were of greater interest to them.
Perhaps the moral of this is that
even the Creator could not produce
piece of work which would satisfy
everybody.
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1918-11-23
Complains of the
Phone Service in
Letter to Capital

Mary Il. Sellcn, Peoples Bank
building. doesn't rage at the hello
girls" when she gets the wrong mum
Der on her telephone.
Instead she nat down two weeks
ago and wrote snappy letter 10 the
capital. outlining phone conditions In
Seattle and urging speedy action.
The letter asked for tho considara-
ton Of the government, and called
on Postmaster General Burieson TO
rectify conditions Immediately.
People who think Kicking" let
ters sent 10 Washington. y. C.. 20
into some under clerks waste paper
basket. are mistaken. and Mary
selien can prove ~.
II got action pretty quick" she
declared Saturday. 'Burleson must
have sent the letter 10 Brcene, Of
the local telephone company here In
Seattle. Anyway. Breene called me
up and wanted 20 know II ! was
writing 20 Burleson'
Mary sellcn's last letter started
something. but phone service here In
still poor. 10 she II now writing n
letter 20 President Wilson and en-.
closing with II n fire Buricson" ap-
peal. clipped from The Star.