i WO NEWS LETT hsual Weather Conditions ty meetings. ps 1 attended. r farm problems. Milk Meetings years. He presented ear. egetable Grows Four Times In Popularity icle of diet. ent. ring planting. bvided drainage is good. NTY AGENT'S | | ast week was a hard one on| The weather e determining factor. But in the very unusual weather the insect meetings were More than forty | flock owners at the present time. The in the Salisbury community | size of the 1929 lambcrop will depend ut to Benders’ Auditorium to largely upon the attention given Twenty- hers in the Centerville and d communities came out to . Pepper talk on the control s on farm and garden plants. the t of the farmers through the . who are charged with the p iron out the difficulties as hous has increased in popu- rapidly that the acreage in htry has grown 400 per eent 3. ger is asparagus regarded as , but is now considered as a Most of the ance of a very well-finished lamb. brown in commercial plant- ever, many home gardens they should be removed when the lambs are from one to two weeks of bone of this delicious vegeta- age. Another menace of profits is gus is the first green avail- nh the spring garden and it hd every day for two months. ily of five, 50 to 100 roots L the time to order roots for Use well- e-year-old roots of the Mary on variety which can be ob- om any reliable seedman. gus can be grown success- practically all Pennsylvania 1-drained sandy soil is ideal. depth is 8 to 12 inches. For al purposes the rows are to 5 feet and the roots are , hand from 20 to 24 inches Farm Flock Profits Subject To Change Profits from the farm flocks next fall depend on five important points. These are the number of lambs] raised, quick and economical growth to marketable condition, having all lambs docked and all male lambs cas- trated, the proper degree of finish at market time, and the breeding back of the lambs. All of the factors named, except the last one, are under control of flocks during the next 6 or 8 weeks. Breeding ewes need a good nour- ishing ration, containing plenty of protein, at this time. Good fresh corn silage fed in combination with |clover ‘hay furnishes a splendid | roughage. Ewes that are suckling Reist, in charge of Agricul-|lambs also should have about one nomics, gave a very interest- | pound a day of a grain mixture, com- c illustration of the history ittsburgh Milk shed for the posed of 300 pounds of oats, 100 pounds of shelled corn, 75 pounds of bran, and 50 pounds of oil meal. Protect and Feed Lambs It is well to remove the ewe and lamb from the rest of the flock for 48 hours after the lamb is born. The young lambs should be creep-fed as soon as they will eat grain, which is about two weeks of age. A good pounds of cracked corn, 100 pounds of ground oats, and 50 pounds of oil meal. Long tails often spoil the appear- | Since the tails are so much waste, the buck lamb, which sells from $1.50 sh. Mistakes in breeding cannot be cor- — but they need not be repeated. because like begets like. Cow Testing Association to $2.00 per hundred pounds less than wether lambs, depending on the fin- rected in the spring crop of lambs Fu- —of Valuable— ture flocks should carry good blood, Monthly Report of the Brothersvalley M. S. Smith, Daisy, R. H., 1781 lbs. | milk, 55.2 lbs. butterfat. H. H. Glessner, Maiden, R. H., 1672 | lbs. milk, 51.8 lbs. butterfat. i E. M. Knepper, Ethel, Gr. H., 1400 Ibs. milk, 49.0 lbs. butterfat. milk, 49.0 lbs. butterfat. Ibs. milk, 48.3 lbs. butterfat. lbs. milk, 47.5 lbs. butterfat. E. M. Knepper, Liza, Gr. H., 1316 lbs. milk, 47.1 lbs. butterfat. H. H. Glessner, Hillside, R. H,, 1450 lbs. milk, 46.4 lbs. butterfat. Monthly Report of the Somerset Cow Testing Association J. Orlo Walker, tester for the Som- erset Cow Testing Association re- ports for the month of February 25 herds tested, 249 cows in milk, 68 cows dry, 30 cows producing over 40 lbs. fat, 10 cows producing over 50 bs. fat, 40 cows producing over 1,000 ]bs. milk and 19 cows producing over 1,200 lbs. milk. The ten highest cows in butterfat for the month are as follows: Somerset County Home, Daisy, R. H., 2304 lbs. milk, 85.2 lbs. butterfat. W. B. Lease, Betty, R. B. S., 1484 bs. milk, 66.8 lbs. butterfat. J. E. Blough, Lily, Gr. H., 1481 lbs. milk, 66.6 lbs. butterfat. L. A. Bowman, Dais, Gr. H., 1506 grain mixture is composed of 300 lbs. milk, 60.2 lbs. butterfat. Somerset County Home, Sylvia, R. H., 1719 lbs. milk, 60.2 lbs. butterfat. Somerset County Home, Phylis, R. H., 1767 lbs. milk, 58.3 lbs. butterfat. B. F. Miller, Pearl, Gr. H., 1226 !bs. milk, 57.6 lbs. butterfat. H. A. Tospon, Ruth, Gr. H.,, 1506 lbs. milk, 51.2 lbs. butterfat. H. A. Tospon, Beauty, Gr. H., 1277 Ibs. milk, 51.1 Ibs. butterfat. Mrs. Ellen Shockey, Red, Gr. S., 1263 1bs. milk, 50.5 lbs. butterfat. C. C. McDowell, County Agent. PUBLIC SALE PERSONAL PROPERTY and REAL ESTATE The undersigned will offer at public sale in the Glotfelty Store building at Wittenburg, Larimer Township, Kenneth E. Long, tester for the| Somerset County, Pa., on Brothersvalley Cow Testing Associa- tion reports for the month of Febru- ary 24 herds tested, 221 cows in milk, 63 cows dry, 27 cows producing over 40 lbs. fat, 4 cows producing over 50 SATURDAY, MARCH 30, 1929 Beginning promptly at 1:00 P. M. property and real estate of Minerva J. G. Suder, Lil, Gr. S, 1324 lbs.! Joseph P. Hoerle et ux. to Union Kuhns Glessner, Beaut, R. H., 1422 | J. J. Miller, Frazier, Gr. H,, 1i891 The following described personal John M. Weimer, Meversdalo; $10. MEYERSDALE COMMERCIAL, THURSDAY, MARCH 14, 1929 "REALTY DEALS Clarissa Jane Loughner Morgan to Neuton B. Baumgardner, Cone- maugh Township; $1. Realty Co., Jenner Township; $1. | Reading Iron Co. to Joseph Man- 'ges, Quemahoning Township; $1. Joseph Manges et ux. to Reading Coal Co., Quemahoning Township; $1. Don I. Davis et ux. to Elmer L. Naugle, Somerset Township; $200. Somerset Improvement Co. to Mar- tin L. Markel et ux., Somerset Town- ship; $5,700. Thomas Reese et al. to John O. Stoner, agreement. Jonathan Miller et ux. to Edward Kimmel et al., Brothersvalley Town- ship; $142.90. John O. Stoner to H. K. Stoner, Brothersvalley Township; $1. Thaddeus L. Doyle et ux. to Dora Pletcher, Milford Township; $585. S. S. Mosholder et ux. to J. C. Lip- hart, Milford Township; $1,400. William Barndt to Second National Bank of Meyersdale, J. H. Bowman, assignee. S. T. Cunningham to Alta Cunning- ham, Somerset Borough; $1. Thomas Bengough to William Ma- notti et ux., Windber Borough; $3- 800. Anna Almira Humes to Common- wealth of Pennsylvania, Addison and Elk Lick Townships; $14,901.62. William Gibbons et ux. to Mike Slavish, Shade Township; $18. David A. Lambert et ux. to Erna C. Woodward, Stonycreek Township; $500. Lester H. Kimmel et ux. to Lillie M. Peck et vir, Stonycreek Township; $5,000. William Gibbons et ux. to H. H. Walker, Shade Township; $25. John Yoder et ux. to Uriah Blough, Conemaugh Township; $2,000. Morgan H. Walker et ux. to Union Trust Company of Maryland; $300. E. L. Simpson’s heirs to Harvey Schall, Somerset Borough; $1. Conemaugh Coal Mining Co. Trus- tee to U. S. Savings & Trust Com- pany, Conemaugh and Brothersvalley Townships; $900. Harvey H. Kretchman et ux. to Pennsylvania Electric Co. et al. to lbs. fat, 83 cows producing over 1,000 | A Miller, deceased: lbs. milk and 17 cows producing over | Stoves, irons, dishes, lamps, dining Harvey H. Maust et al., Elk Lick 1,200 Ibs. milk. table, sewing machine, canned fruit, Township; $1. The ten highest producing cows in |potatoes, beds, springs, pillows, apple ER — EE —__o covered lightly with soil |butterfat for the month are as fol-| butter, dressers, smoked meat, white | Rectifying A_ Mistake Of Nature until growth begins before lows: rock chickens, and many other arti- Ethel—“What a finely chiseled ded. The trench is gradually| H. H. Glessner, Ped, Gr. S., 1240 cles too numerous to mention. mouth you have! Tt ought to be on a w. In gardens, where space d, the roots are sometimes RE inches in the row and the heed two feet apart. The the ordinary > closes the trench. cultivation ih soil as growth proceeds. lbs. milk, 57.0 lbs. ‘butterfat. Kuhns Glessner, Tops, Gr. H., 1408 Ibs. milk, 56.3 lbs. butterfat. Also One Parcel of Real Estate. 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SUBSCRIBE FOR THE COMMERCIAL AND READ IT EVERY WEEK EEE E v ES 2 SES: 2 3x 3 3 br 2A Re) TLIO Pr aa) The popular y CTL ECCCECCECL CTL CL CT E0000, The Queerest Adventure By PAULINE DELMAY C000 000000 090,000.0.0.0.0009.9, (Copyright.) Ni bin CLEVELAND stopped her roadster at the gate of an old house that sat by the wayside. “Well, Cousin Phyllis,” said Marion, turning lovely green eyes on her middle-aged relative, “here is the old Cleveland homestead, and it looks wickedly lonesome to me!” Cousin Phyllis squeaked dismally. “Well, Marion—let us go and find Letty Brown and then look for Sam Willis to clear up the yard.” Marion started the car and they sped down the street and stopped at the lane where Letty Brown lived. Cousin Phyllis alighted and went to see about Letty herself. Presently she came back with a stout, comfort- able colored woman who greeted Marion with indulgent affection. Letty climbed into the rumble seat which, with her belongings, she fitted snugly. She sat there proudly as the roadster went along and stopped at a small, mean house with closed shutters. “Sam Willis. ma’am, he’s left town,” informed Letty. “Left town? Cousin Phyllis. “] guess, ma'am, it was dreckly after he rented your house to the artist—about a month ago.” “What artist? What right bad Sam to rent it?” “Mr. Adams, ma'am, I think his name is—is -a real nice, harmless gentleman. He lives in the little east wing and eats at the inn. Spends a lot of time out on the bay—jest goes out the back gate and gets into his boat and off he goes paintin’.” “What did Judge Lanis think about it?” asked Marion Cleveland. “Oh, I reckon de jedge don’t think nothing more about yearthly things, ma'am. He went to glory about two months ago.” Just then the roadster drew up at the gate. They entered the great dusky hall and Marion threw open the doors in- to large rooms where a green gloom lingered, for all the window shutters were tightly closed. “You go and raise all the window shades and open the shutters and then the windows,” commanded Miss Phyllis. When Letty had departed on her window job, Miss Phyllis suddenly grasped Marion’s arm and whispered in her ear. “Did you hear a sound upstairs?” Y Marion nodded. “A cautious sound as if someone was there who had no right to be there! Suppose we find the painter, Mr. Adams, first.” Then they went outside and knocked at the outer door of the two- roomed wing, and the door opened and revealed a young man in a paint er’'s smock, with a pipe between his lips. He smiled pleasantly. “Are you Mr. Adams?’ inquired Cousin Phyllis, and that being set tled, the lady sat down on the steps and told how Sam Willis had abused a trust. When she had told the whole story, Mr. Adams shook his head gravely. “I am sorry, Miss Cleveland, but ‘while I thought it queer that such a character as Willis should be in ‘charge of this fine old place, he gave ‘me what appeared to be a good re- ceipt for the rent, and, not so long .ago, suddenly appeared one night and ‘collected for another month, So you See 1 have pald the rent up to the “first of October. Of course, if you “consider it an intrusion, I will pack up and go over to the inn tonight, but I hope that you will let me stay. ‘You see, I am painting your old place from the bay, and it is getting along ipretty well.” Just at that moment they heard Letty’s voice lifted in shrill screeches from the front of the house, and Ad- ams brushing hastily past them, hur- ried to the front yard. “Yes, suh!” sobbed Letty hysteri- cally, “I was opening this here shut- ter when suddenly I turned my eye “round and I see the front door open- ing, slow—slow-like and then I see an eve and a nose—white man’s nose, and then I yelled and he dodged back again.” “Be calm, Letty, no harm will come to you. Just some tramp, I suppose.” Then he suddenly darted away to- ward the back yard and the women heard masculine voices in argument. Presently Mr. Adams returned and in his strong fingers was the shirt col- lar of Samuel Willis, who looked frowsier than ever, and very much ashamed. “Just caught him sneaking out of the back door, Miss Cleveland,” he said to Cousin Phyllis. “Sam is awfully ashamed of himself, but Satan certainly tempted him to rent the east wing to me and pocket two months’ rent. He has been hiding in the attic over your summer kitchen, going over to Beavertown nights for a good time and to buy supplies, and then coming back here to hide. He hasn’t spent all the sixty dollars yet, have you, Sam?” , Sam shamefacedly paid most of the sixty dollars to Miss Phyllis and meekly clearsd up the whole place in- to immaculate order. When the first of October came, John Adams was so much in love with Marion that he confessed it to Miss Phyllis. “I guess it is mutual, John, smiled Miss Phyllis, “and we certainly need a man around the place!” So he married Marion and they are still there. When?* gasped CECE EE CECE CEE COG OCE ED 0.9.9. A Disturbed Decision By A. W. PEACH OK IKK IKK KK) ARES THE GAME : The Moonbeams looked very bright and happy gleaming from the sky. “Don’t you want us?’ they asked, though they al- ready knew the an- swer to their ques- tion. “Of course 1 want you,” said Mr. Moon, “and so do the people. Moonbeams are So happy and gay. They dance and they almost seem to sing.” “We'll sing just for you, Mr. Moon,” they said. And the Moon- beams sang this song: “Let Me See?” Oh, not when it's day, Do we laugh and play. But when it is night, We shine and are bright. We laugh and we sing, We love everything. We love Mr. Moon, And soon, very soon, We're going to shine, For a party of nine. “That’s a wonderful song,” said Mr. Moon, “but might I ask how you're going to shine for a party of nine? #Did you say that just for the rhyme?” “We might have,” said the Moon- beams, “but we didn’t have to this time. “There are nine people going on the sleighride which you and we are going to accompany. There are eight children and a nice, good-natured farmer daddy who seems to be enjoying the ride as much as the children.” i “Let me see,” said Mr. Moon, as he | blinked one eye. “The moon is very bright tonight,” said the children. “It will be wonder- ful for our ride. See how the moon- beams dance, too!” “Well, well,” said Mr. Moon, “we certainly must keep on going along with them. They've noticed us and they seem to like us.” So the Moon seemed to shine more brightly than ever—even such a high creature as he enjoyed a little extra praise. It does almost every one good to hear something nice once in awhile. “They seemed pleased to see us dance,” said the Moonbeams. “We'll give them a special treat of our own game—our moonbeam game of tag.” “Do,” said Mr. Moon. “They’ll en- joy that.” So the Moonbeams danced and played tag with each other, and Mr. Moon beamed, too, and shone for all he was worth. “The Moon is so bright,” the chil- dren kept saying, as they went bound- ing over the snow in their long sleigh which was filled with straw. “It almost seems as if I could catch a moonbeam,” said one child. The Moonbeams went so near the children they thought they could catch them, but the Moonbeams got away in time, for they said they could not be caught by really real children, or they wouldn't be really real moon- beams. The snow was sO soft and white and sparkling. The snowflakes which had fallen to the ground, said to the Moonbeams : “Make us look like glorious dia- monds and glittering jewels. We want to appear royal and noble and beautiful before the children.” And the Moon- beams did as the snowflakes had asked. What a daz zling night it was as they rode along over the snow with the Moon, the Moonbeams and the children of old King Snow as their companions. When the chil dren reached the home of the little boy who had giv- en the party, and “They were having some delicious hot supper, every child in turn said: “I almost caught a Moonbeam.” Outside the window the Moonbeams were still dancing and looking at the children and laughing: Couldn’t Catch Us.” “They couldn’t catch wus, they couldn’t ‘catch wus. They couldn't catch us.” And the Moon answered them and said: “No, little Moonbeams, in your game of moonbeam tag you can only catch each other, and even then it’s very hard. “But what a glorious game you do play!” Feminine Inquisitiveness (Copyright.) OMETIMES it seems as if into our moments of supreme happiness fate drooped a regret or disaster that mmediately comes pretty near to dis- solving that happiness. So it seemed to Richard Marsh as he read and re- read the letter upon his desk. The preceding evening he had gone to the little cottage at the end of the broad street where Avery Wells lived with her pleasant-faced mother, and there, in the homelike quiet of the cottage living room, he had looked in- to Avery's dark eyes and asked the question as bravely as he could, which she had answered in a whisper. He had spent most of the night dreaming in his rooms, building cas- tles. He loved the village, and the village people trusted him. His fu- ture did not promise glory and gold, but it did promise happiness with Avery to share it with him. And now, from beyond the grave, Brinner had reached with bitter ingenuity to wreck a dream he could not share. ’ Marsh turned to the letter. It was from a law firm in Philadelphia. It said in precise phrases that Edgar Brinner had died, that in his will a bequest of $100,000 was made to Miss Avery Wells. He knew that as Jar as he was con- cerned two things were plain; he could not marry Avery if she accept- ed this money bequeathed to her by his old and bitter rival; yet that sum of money meant for her and her moth- er independence and comfort, the re- moval of worry, after long years of severe and frugal living. One thing he wag sure of: if Avery knew how he felt, she would not ac- cept the bequest. Marsh reasoned, hod | cannot ask her to give the fortune up; and Brinner knew I would not. Funny, how a dead man in his grave can tangle up the living,” Under the stress of his suffering memories, his thinking became a bit hazy, but he came to a decision. He heard the jingling sleighbells, the hearty greetings as men came into the post office below him; faint as they were they were clear enough to make him think of the wholesome, friendly life of his village. With the thought came his decision. A friend in a northern city had written to him repeatedly to join him where oppor- tunity was wide apd money ready. He would go, refuse to assume charge of the fund and shut the door quietly but firmly in his little house of dreams. A week passed. He did not see Avery, and pleaded as an excuse that he was very busy. He was—in the grievous business of slowly sunder- ing all ties that bound him to the home of his boyhood and his man- hood. , Sometimes he was doubtful of the wisdom of his purpose, at times when his great longing for Avery broke through the barriers his judgment had set, at times when the dream castles loomed so brightly on the hills that they seemed almost real. But ever and anon he returned once more <0 his decision. Then came the incident that clinched the matter. A friend had come in, his voice athrill with the news. “Dick, what do you think? Brinner has left Avery $100,000! What makes you start? The news? I should think it would. And, say, Avery is going to accept it!” “I stopped in to get her to sing ar the church fair, and she told me about if—said she would. She was happy as a lark over it.” His friend's face grew sober. “I suppose this will make a little difference with you, but not serious.” “Serious!” Marsh laughed bitterly, his mind whirling at the thought of her acceptance. He had hoped in a dim way she would refuse the money. “Sericus? No, except I'm going to leave the village for good!” The realization dawning upon him that he had given himself away under the strain, he swore his friend to si- lence, and he heard him pounding down the stairs, muttering as he went. He turned to his desk. Dusk came down over the village, . He did not hear Avery until she stood beside him. Then she spoke, and the office seemed filled with pleasant music. “Dear, Ted swore to keep his word to you, but he came to me; said he would keep no such fool promise as he made you. I think I know all that is wrong. They wrote me of the money, as Binner told them to, that you were to have charge of it. You want me to have it for what you and you won't come to me if I do take it. You see, I know. Why, I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t be happy with it. I love you, the village and the ones I have known from girlhood. I couldn’t touch a penny of it, because I knew how he got it. You see—" He rose to his feet trembling. “But you accepted it!” Her white teeth gleamed a bit in a smile. “For others! I'm going to turn every cent of it over to that hos- pital for crippled kiddies; you know the one we visited. That visit nearly didly. With true feminine inquisitiveness she asked: ‘Do you live with your mother, or are you a father?” Among the group at the pier every | day was "a selfish little girl of ten | who extravagantly admired the young | man who swam and dived so splen- | broke my heart—seeing them. I'm | going to make his money forget its black past. Oh, my dear, I simply must have you! 3 y 5 th ive you! I simply must! Take me and say—" The door opened slightly, and Ted | stack his head in, gasped at what he | saw and with the utmost skill softly, | Hngeringly, gently closed it. think is mother’s happiness and mine, ss ifs attatatitatfafiarita aff ttt frittata tat tat tutta iat etter a tatitat Hah SHetila tartan Henry Su Blackfield, day at his Mrs. Har ersdale spe home of Walker. John Mil last Sunday parents, Mr Mr. and Wood Lawn home of M; Frank Charles Wa Akron, O., t Gorman last week a his wife’s p Mrs. Elm Ruth and N Rufus Tres: Monday eve P. C. Mil ler are our present. “Benny” idly frcm h ‘Misses M Meyersdale, noon with Tressler. Mrs. Mar for several again. Mr. A. J. the week where he is Mr. and Mr. and M visitors of Meyers, Fr Miss Em her friend, Rockwood, Since the is over, we spring days The P. T school will ing, March Norman the home o Mrs. Har school in § week end Mrs. D. M. BL Quite a 1 are afflicte measles. Tommy | Mr. and ND with pneun William | pulled last the house + Josephine day in Maj Pennsylv: the Blough pictures. Quite a on the inav Mr. Ken
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