THE C1TIZI5X, 1'IiIDAV, .tt'NU til, 11)10. The Dead Han's Boots "It was Just this way have )ou any tobacco with you? It was Just the way I am telling you. I don't know If ho was a Gorman or an English" mnn. or ho may have been Dutch, for Tip couldn't talk, at least not that I know of." As usual there were severnl pecilo talking at onco in the llttlo fisherman's cabin, but when Old Vvensen bes'n the others stopped to listen. One of them shoved himself along the bench, saying, "What is it, OleT" "You might have listened, and you would have known," said Ole, "but have you any tobacco?" He had. Olo got his tobacco and AIM his pipe. Then he began at the "beginning again. "It was the dead man that washed ashore here, what wo call a benh washer. It Is a long time ago, thirty years I should say, and at that time there was codtlsh right outside here. J was out In the boat with Jens Split and a fellow called Hans, who went to America and was drowned there after ard. Jens and I were standing aft and hauling at the nets, and Hans was rowing. All at once the lines tight ened. " 'Now haul away, I said. '"Sho's heavy,' said Jens. 'What the deuce is it?' '"Haul away,' I said, 'and you'll find out' "He pulled, and I got the trough ready, for I thought It was a very large fish. " 'Look at him,' said Jens, who was pulling with all his might. I turned my head, and there was first the crook of an arm with a hand rising out of the water, then the breast and a bit of the chin with a beard under It. Then the chin and the breast went down again, for there was an other hook that had caught the breeches, and then a pair of bonis knocked against the side of the boit. "'What became of him?' said Jens, who had loosed the lines. "I told him to pull In again, but carefully. Then the thing came up for the second time, stiff and long, standing almost straight up and down in the water. " 'Let him go, cried Hans from his place. " 'Shall we let him go?' asked Jens, who was still holding the line. "I looked at him and then I looked at the boat, and I said: 'After all, he Is a human being.' "Well, we got him to the edge of the boat and pulled him In. A great deal of water ran from him, and he was a little hard to handle. "There he sat. The sun was low, and it shone right Into his face. While we were pulling at the lines and every once in awhile took a fish lrom the hook, we could not help turn ing our heads to look at him, sitting there with his face turned on us. "Hans, who was rowing, got a queer itching feeling In the back of his head. He shoved himself back and forth and every little while he looked forward over his shoulder. " 'What are you looking at, Hans?' 1 asked. "Hans did not answer, but began to whistle. " 'A fisherman doesn't whistle in his boat,' I said. "Jens said: 'It seemB to me the fel low over there Is staring at us.' "'Nonsense,' I said; 'how can a dead man stare?' "A little later Jens again said that the dend man was staring at us, and Hans began to shuffle again. Then, just as we had pulled in the last part of the lines, Hans bent down and grabbed a large starfish from the bot tom of the boat, turned and slapped it right In the face of tho beach-washer. " 'You shouldn't have done that, Hans,' I said. " 'Perhaps not,' he said, 'but you hadn't needed to take him on board. Every time I have looked over my shoulder I have seen him staring at me, and it Isn't a pleasant sensation at all, especially not When you feel It in the back of your head.' "Well, at sunset wo got In to the landing place, and there were people standing there, and they cried to us: What kind of a fellow have you got there?' "We didn't answer before we had turned the boat. Then we Jumped out and pulled It in, nnd tho others lent a hand, for we alwaymielp each other where thero Is no harbor. When we had the keel upon tho sand I said to those who were standing around: "Now you can see for yourselves.' "They all wanted to know, nnd old Is' I el's cook asked if he had a watch or anything llko that. " 'We never thought of that,' I said, and tried to unbutton bis Jacket, but the pilot-master told me that I must not do that before the police or any way the customs collector had been there. " 'I didn't suppose there was any duty on such a one,' said Hans, lifting him a little. People began to laugh, and that made Hans bo frisky that he began to do all kinds of monkey tricks with him. "'I don't like to see you do that, and I think you will be sorry for It,' I said. "Then Hans left him alone. Tho controller of customs came steaming llko a horse with the coat of his uni form buttoned awry over hla stom ach, ho was In such a hurry. It was not often that there was anything for him to stick bis nose In. "What merchandise Hava .you on board?' be cried. "'You enn boo for yourself, sir,' 1 said. Dut' Jons hnd thrown n tarpaulin ovei tho man In tho boat whrn 'bo pli-jt-master snld that we didn't d-re touch him. The controller of custnv.s came right up to tho boat, snorting like n whale, sneezing md spitting nnd wiping his fnco with the itlff led handkerchief thnt wns always hanging out behind his uniform. " 'Well, my men, what kind of pt"k Infra have you got to-day?' he b-ld quite pleasantly. "Nonsense, 01c. I suppose you have been smuggling a llttlo, but when the king gets whnt Is coming to him nnd you show the proper respect for tho law, there is no hnrm in that.' "Nor wns there. So tho controller of customs pulled away the tarpau lin and thero he stood with It In his hand looking at tho stranger In the beat. The beach-washer didn't say a word. He had a good excuse. The man of law didn't say anything, el .he.-; he kicked the tarpaulin over him as 'in. That was not particularly po lite. I thought, for ho was a human be ing, after nil, even if he wns dead. "The controller of customs said we must put a watch over him and send for tho police or the town Judge or tho district Judge or the magistrate or the clerk or the deuce knows whom elus to see that tho man was q..tto dead and everything else as it should bo that he did not bring the cholera, nnd if ho had love letters or mortgages by which ho could tell who he was. "So we kept watch over him with two muskets and a sword in a sheath. As evening came people disappeared from the beach. About 9.30 the con trollar of customs came along to in rpuct us before he went to bed. I was the oldest, so I had the sword and mode the other two stand at attention wl'h the muskets when he hove in fight, and that pleased him. I asVed hl". if I might send Hans to the Inn for somethlr-e; In a bottle. "'In a bottleon the watch? Are you crazy?' he cried. '"Well, all right, I said quietly. 'Then we won't, but the night Is long and chilly at this time of the year.' " 'When you are on watch you don't feol the cold,' ho said. "The minute he was out of the way Jens and Hans stuck their muskets down In the boat where the beach wi sher was sitting and got ready to go. "Where are you off to?' I said, holding out my sword In front of them. '"Take away that butter sporn.' sa!U Hans. 'You might know I am going for something to keep us awake.' "When he came back we divided up so that the two of us had wath be'ow, while the third walked up and down with the sword. I took the first watch, and the other two snuggled on the lee side of a sand dune and rovered up with a piece of a sail. It would have been more comfortable in the boat under the tarpaulin, but somehow they did not feel like It on account of the stranger fellow the-e. "The moon rose and shone on th6 water and on the beach and on the tarpaulin that covered the beach-washer. I walked up and down with the sword under my arm and my hands In my pockets. I looked out to tea and wondered about what kind of w.nd we would get In the morning, and then I looked at the boat and the fel.ow under the tarpaulin, and I thought of the troubles of this life, especially for the sailor, who is never sure of the end when he is at the beginning. Tho more I thought of It, tho more ray task seemed to weigh on me, and I was glad Hans had got the bottle filled so 1 could get something to hearten mo up. I went over to him and pulled tho bottle out of his coat pocket I took a swallow and was going to re turn when Hans opened his eyes and said: "'Help yourself; don't be bashful.' " 'I thought you slept, Hans,' I said. 'It's a cold night. How do you llko your bed?' " 'It's confounded uncomfortable,' said Hans, 'and It's all on account of that beach-washer. Why didn't you let him go, as 1 told you to?' " 'Hut Lord bless you, Hans, I've got human feelings.' " 'If he could only do us somo good,' said Hans, and then he sat straight up, and we looked at each other. 'Do you know what I have beon lying here and thinking of?' said Hans. "'May bo I can guess. Do you know what I am thinking of, Hans?' "Not his boots, is it?' said Hans. He got up and began to slap his arms together. "We went over to tho boat, and Hans lifted the tarpaulin. 'They are good boots,' he said. " 'Don't' " 'I would take my oath that no one has noticed whether he had boots or not,' said Hans. "I went over to Jens to see if he was still sleeping, and when I came back to tho boat and saw the boots wet and sblny in the moonlight, I don't deny that I thought they were good boots. "'No, it won't work," said I. 'Ho is a human being, even if he Is dead, and his clothes are his own, and when we take them wo are stealing.' "'Is ho a human being?'" cried Hans. 'No, a human being Is one that Is alive like you and me. When you'ro dead you're nothing dust and clay, as the minister says, and nothing can't possibly own anything.' "I stood and pondered over this for a few moments, but I couldn't get my bearings. 'See here,' said Hans. 'If we took his watch or his papers if he has any that would be stealing. Those things belong to the big-bugs that are coming to-morrow to poke their nose? into all that But a beach-washer must be burled in the clothes he Is wearing. If you don'.t know that much, I do, nnd why should we lot tho worms cat those good now boots?' "I rubbed tho back of my head nnd then I said: 'But who should hnvo tho boots, you or I? It wouldn't do any good to divide them, surely.' "Hans looked at mo. 'We tn'e' t raffle thorn.' Ho picked up a handful of pebbles. 'Odd or even?' "'No, I don't want to,' I said, and left him. " 'Then I wnnt to,' snld Hans. " 'Give mo your bottle. Hans.' "I took a good swallow, nnd thnn wo went over to tho boat and tncklcd him. Hans took off tho tarpaulin, nnd i I grnbbed his leg. " 'Do you supposo we can got It off?' I whispered to Hans. " 'What in thunder are you do'ng?' said Jens behind us. "We both Jumped up and looked at Jons, who was sitting up on the sard. 'It won't do,' I whispered to Ilnnn. 'Jens Is as leaky ns a now tub.' " 'We are looking at the beech washer,' I said. "I went over to Hans, but ho ''as Just as scared as I was. Ho lay down by the side of Jens without saying anything. When I went to put' the tarpaulin over tho beach-washer ag'ln tho moon wns shining right In'.o his fnco Just as the sun had done befn.o, and it seemed to mo ns if ho was look lug at me and saying, 'You thief, -mi thief.' It made me feel very queer, for I had never In ray life be'o o thought of robbing any one or what be longed to him, nor have I done It since, but this seemed a peculiar i-Re. for, after all, he had no use for he boots. Anyway I bent over hlra and I said: " 'I nm sorry, r-hlpmnte, for who I meant to do. You keep your boo s, nnd good-night to you. If the cod-fishing is tolerable this year I guess I will make enough to get a pair of l j v boots without stealing from a d--ad comrade.' "Then I put back the tarpaulin, nnd I felt somehow as if he must be rest ing better, now that he was sure of keeping what belonged to him. "When my watch was over I waed Hans. 'What about the boots?' he said. "'What God has united let no irsn put asunder,' said I. And I bell'- e that made an Impression on him, or there wore no boots lost that nlc -t. When the controller of customs cr ue In the morning we stood at atten'lon In the bright sunlight. " 'Anything happened on tho watch?' he asked. " 'Nothing worth mentioning.' I an swered, and Hans and I looked at each other with our tongues in orr cheeks and one eye pinched togetno-. "At noon the magistrate came in a carriage with a clerk and some ren tlemen with hlra. Tho inasisVa,e pointed to us and explained that we were fishermen, and one of the gen tlemen took a watch glass from bis pocket and stuck it in his eye and stared at us. The magistrate aked questions and explained to the ger ;le men, who seemed very fine gentlo:.:ea Indeed. I thought they must be 'or elgners, since they had to have eve -y-thing explained, but they spoke Dm'sh just like the rest of us, so I suppose they had never seen fishermen before. One of them wrote something in a book, so I suppose he had a poor memory. "We turned all his pockets, but found nothing but a leather purse so wet that It was falling to pieces. The magistrate put gloves on and turned It over. There was a German bank jote worth about seven Danish dol lars, a piece of an English le'ter which the magistrate said there was no sense In and some Dutch copper coins. "'That wasn't much.' said tho magistrate, and It wasn't. Then he gave orders about the funeral and drove away. "In the afternoon the beach-washer was burled on tho beach. The curate threw three shovefuls of dirt at him, and we fishermen took our caps off and looked down and said nothing. I remember feeling glad that he had his boots, though perhaps they would not do him much good In the place where he was going to. Then tho curate went away, but It seemed to mo a pity that a poor shipwrecked sailor should bo sent away without a word. Jens was pulling nt his breeches and look ing around, and I could seo that ho was thinking of tho same thing, so I said, 'Lift your rudder.' "So Jons stepped forwnrd with his cap In his hand and snld: 'Listen to me, boys. I may got In trouble .or this, but I am going to say it anyway that I think ho who Is anchored hero ought to take with him a good word from those who towed him Into harbor and from those who saw him made fast to tho wharf. A farmer has the bed where he Is to give up his breath right before his oyes all his life, but a sailor or a fisherman never knows where he will He. And he who Is moored here we don't know where he came from, but we can give him a kind thought and maybe a llttlo wood en cross and a fence around his grave if we each do our part And when I or Hans or Ole or Pete get Into trouble and are drifted on a strange shore we hope that other sailors or fishermen will do tho same to us as wo are do ing to htm though we don't know who he is and may never get thanks for It; for that is tho way it ought to be between fishermen. And now may God rest his soul.' "'Amen,' snld the pilot-roaster, and we all repeated Amon.' "So he was buried. And Jens al ways got along very well, and the year after Hans was drowned off the Ameri can coast And I have been dragging along with my rheumatism ever since. But I have often thought of the beach washer ond his bootst" San Frauds co Argonaut A GAME OF BALL. Maybe You Can Tell Jutt What the Reporter Meant. Tho possibilities of tho English lan guage have frequently been taxed to doscrlbo tho groat American gamo of baseball, but for striking Illustration this from tho Herald, of Qulncy, Illi nois, has raroly been oqualcd. "Tho glass-armed toy soldiers of this town wore fed to tho pigs yester day by the vadoverous Indian grave robbers from Omaha. The flabby, one lunged Reubens who represent tho Gom City in tho reckless rush for tho baseball pennant hnd their shins foist ed by the baslllsk-eyed cattlc-drivcra from tho West. They stood arouiu with gaping eyeballs, like a hen on a hot nail, and suffered the grisuily yawps of Omaha to run the bases un til their nocks were long with thl.tt Hlckey had more errors than Co.u'd Flnanclnt School, and led the rheuma tic procession to the morgue. Tiio Qulncys were full of straw and scrap iron. They couldn't hit n brick wagon with a plck-ax, and ran bases like pallbearers at a funeral. If three base hits wore growing on tho back of every man's neck they couldn't reach 'em with a feather duster. It looked as If tho Amalgamated Union of South American Hoodooes were in session for work in the thirty-third de gree. The geezers stood about and whistled for help, and were so weak they couldn't lift a glass of beer If It had been all foam. Everything was yellow, rocky and whangblasted, like a stlgtossel full of doggie-gammon. The game was whiskered and frost bitten. The Omahogs were bad enough, but the Qulncy Brown Sox had their fins sewed up until they couldn't hold a crazy quilt unless It was tied nround their necks." AHEAD OF TIME. "You told me the boat for the Island left at four o'clock, and I've waited now till after five!" "Yes, but she doesn't start running again till next summer." Poor Uncle Ed. A Baltimore man was recently showing his nice new opera hat tc his little nephew, nnd when he caused tho top-piece to spring open three or four times the youngster was de lighted. A few days thereafter the uncle, during a visit to the same household, brought with him a silk hat of the shiny, non-collapslble kind. When ho was about to leave tho house he on countered the aforesaid youngster running down the hall with what looked like a black accordion. "Uncle Ed," observed the boy, "this ono goes awfully hard. I had to sit on It, but oven then I couldn't get It more than half-shut." What Ruined Adam. A young English suffragette tells the following Incident that recently happened at a meeting In the Scotch Highlands. Speeches had been made to a lnrge crowd. Questions had been replied to, amid applause. Imbecile young men making remarks about minding babies and mending sdeks had been silenced. Then, Just as there was a temporary lull before the putting of a resolution, a great bucolic Scotch voice from the back of tho crowd rasped slowly In with tho Inquiry, obviously the result of prolonged rumination: "Wha made a mess of Adam?" Could Have Been Worse. Damocles was Intently watchlnn tne sword suspended over his head by u single hair. "Oh, well," ho chuckled, "it might bo worso. Just suppose my wife had found that long golden hair on my toga." Whereupon he nto his meal with great composure and hilarity. The Honorable Milkman. Mrs. Youngbrldo Mrs. Smith says there is lots of cream on her milk bot tles every morning. Why Is thero nev er any on yours? The Milkman I'm too honest, lady, that's why. I fills my bottles bo full that there ain't nev er no room left for cream. A Lot Anyway. First Small Boy My favver Is very rich. Second Small Boy How much has he got? First Small Boy It's either a thou sand or a million dollars, I forgot which. Blundered. "He's always getting himself In wrong." "What's he done now?" "Told that young mother, when she showed him her baby, that his slstei bad had three Just like It" AROUND THE FARM Building Up the Soil. During farmers' week In Burlington, Vt, snys n correspondent of the Amer ican Cultlvntor, an export of the United States department of ngrlculturc, L. B. Dodge, spoko on tho mnnngoment of the dairy farm. Ho snld New Eng land farms did not produce ns heavily ns they should. This ho attributed to lack of rotation of crops and to heavy feeding and cropping or pastures and meadows without adcqi'nte return of plant food; nlso to the waste of stable manure nnd Its Improper application. A good rotation Is corn, grain, clover. Hay land should bo top dressed with stable manure, nnd best results are obtained by applying this little and often. Where land remains In grass a long time a light seeding of clover from time to time Is beneficial, rcseedlng In summer after tho hny crop has been removed. Pastures may be top dressed and should not be grazed too early In spring nor to heavily. Where pastures can bo plowed It Is advisable to plow and reseed. occasionally. Tho raising of clover, corn and for age crops furnishes a larger amount of protein for cattle, and less feed will need to bo purchased. The more fodder tho more cattle can bo kept and there will be an In creased amount of fertilizer to apply to the land. Crops should not bo sold that will carry a largo amount of fertilizing ele mcnts off the farm. Feeding Calves In Summer. In warm weather calves should be kept In during tho daytime and turned out during the evening, so as to avoid the hot sua and tho files Whole or chopped oats should bo fed or a mixture of wholo and chopped oats. About a cupful twice a day for an ordlnnry sized calf that is on good pasture will bo sufficient For fall feeding until the roots aro harvested there Is nothing equal to green corn run through the cutting box and mixed with some chopped oats. The main point in feeding is never to allow calves to stop growing nnd to keep beef animals always in good flesh. In feeding calves, as in every system of feeding, the extremes of over and under feeding are to be avoided. Continuous, regular, liberal feeding al ways brings tbe most profit and the best practical results. D. C. Anderson. Poultry Jottings. A lack of clean, sharp grit is re sponsible for half tbe cases of bowel disease. If eggs are the object don't overfeed on meat, but allow all tbe green food the hens will consume. Poultry houses and runs that are kept clean the year around, disinfect ed often and never overcrowded with fowls nre seldom Infested with lice or other vermin. A tablespoonful of sweet oil poured Into the bird's mouth will often re lieve a case of crop bound. After giv ing the oil gently knead the crop with the band until It is softened. An early morning meal will prevent many of the hens from stealing their nests out. The earlier the meal the better. Many of the hens will then visit tho nests before starting out to forage. Sugar Beets as a Stock Feed. Stockman have long been of the opin ion that n ration of mangels or sugar beets lu some way causes klduey or bladder stones when fed for nny length of time. To shed some light on this subject the Iowa experiment sta tion has been carrying on some experi ments in feeding mangels and sugar beets to rams. Tho results of these experiments show conclusively that such feeding is attended with consider able danger and Is almost sure to prove fatal If continued for any considerable period of time. For short fattening periods there Is no particular danger, nnd the roots make a valuable addition to the ratlou. Country Gentleman. Amount of Grain on Pasture. Growing or fattening pigs cannot be produced satisfactorily on pasture alone, but a grain ratlou is necessary. Tbe Montana experiment station found that hogs fed a full grain ration on pasture gained on an average 1.39 pounds per hog per day nnd required 412 pounds of grain for 100 pounds of gain. Hogs fed a half ration of grain gained .08 pound per hog per day nnd required 201 pounds of grain for 100 pounds of gain. Thus It will be seen that tbe hogs fed a full grain ration on pasture made more rapid gains, but consumed much more grain for every 100 pounds of gain. Spray For Potato Blight. Potato blight Is often very destruc tive to Irish potatoes. Tho plants should bo sprayed every three weeks during growing season wbero blight Is prevalent A good formula for this purposo is copper sulphate (blue vltrol) four pounds, lime five pounds, water fifty gallons. Paris green may be added at tbe rate of one pound to fifty gallons of tho mixture, when potato beetles and flea beetles will bo destroy ed, as well as blight. Farm and Ranch. Treatment For Limberneck. 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