THE CITIZEN, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 1913. PAGE SEVEN A Man MtieOpeB ' PART ONE CHAPTER I. On the Labrador. Dictated bv Mr. Jesse Bmith. Don't you write anything down yet, iiiin T nln't nn rt tr If I wrote this yarn myself, I'd make 4 nnnri nnri vnil fwiwt Hn t - tin A nwa out, teeth hare, fur crawling with emo tions. It wouldn't bo dull, no, or evl- nfnnn. But then It's to pleaso you, and that's what I'm for. So I proceeds to stroke the fur ti r tun amim n ri rii tr n oArr nr truthfulness steals over mo. Qoln' to do aun, 100. No, I dunno how to begin. If this yarn was a rope, 1 a .0011 11 aown do foro I began to pay out You lays the end, so, and flemish down, ring by ring .,., 11 KlrV.t nninnth .fir, ,1 lyncning onco to ao just mat, ana ro llovo tho patient's mind. It all went off so well! When wo kids were good, mother sho used to own we came of pedigree biocic: nut wnen wo re naa. seumu wo iook aiier jamor. xou see moiners folk was tho elect, sort of born saved. They allowed thero'd bo room In Heaven for one hundred and forty-four thousand just persons, mostly from sorting the neighbors, they'd get ex clusive. Anyway, mother's folk as a tribe. Is millionaires In grace and pretty well fixed in Nova Scotia. Then she's found UUU DCUlUll UlUlilUU illUUUb tllU ,l.tll O. Her name's scratched out of the fam ily Bible, with a strong hint to tho Lord to scratch her entry from tho T i. a t if- rtl i i nn man, before tho mast, a Liveyero from tho Labrador, a man without a dollar, suspected of being Enlsconallan.' In them days the Labrador ain't laid out exactly to suit mother. She's used to luxury coal In the lean-to. uarxer store rouna iuo corner, mans. church, school, and a Jail right handy, of their Just deserts. But In our timo tho Labrador was just God's country, all rocks, ice, and sea, to put the fear Into proud hearts no need of teach ers. It kills off tho weaklings no need of doctors. A school to raise men no need of preachers. Tho law was "work or starve" no place for lawyers. It's police, and court, and, hangman all complete, firo and ball. annnr on1 tto twr-a r n l elni1 m fSi 1- filling His word. Father's homo was an overturned schooner, turfed in, and he was surely proud of having a bigger place than, any other Liveyero on tho coast. There was the hold overhead for stowing winter fish, and room down-stairs for tho family, the team of seven husky doge, and even a cord or two of fire wood. Wo kids used to play at New f'nlanders up in tho hold, when tho Winter storms were tearing tho tops 1 1. 1. 1 1 T .1 11. n t-1 ,1 11 howled bluo shrieks outside. Tho hus kies makes wolf songs all about tho fowness of fish, and we'd hear mother give father a pieco of her mind. That's about tho first I remember, but -all what mother thought about poor fa ther took years and years to say. I used to bo kind of sorry for father. Tou see ho worked tho bones through his hide, furring all winter and fish ing summers, and what ho earned he'd got In truck from tho company. All us Livoyeres owed to tho, Hudson Bay, but father worked hardest and ho owed most, hundreds and hundreds of skins. Tho company trusted him. more trusted than ho was, with moth er to feed, and six kids, besides seven huskies, and father's aunt, Thessn- lnnllrn. n. widow with fnur chllrlrnn and a tumor, living down to Last Hopo beyond tho Hocks. Thero was secrets about father, and If mother ovor) found outl You see, he looked like a whlto man, curly yallor hair same as me, and he was fearful strong. But in his Insido dont over telll ho was partly small boy some's me, and tho other holt of him don't over' let onl was moun taineer Injun. I ooea his thrco broth ers, tho finest fotlors yon over yes, Scotch half-breeds and mother never know. That's mo on father's knee, with my noso in his buckskin shirt, and oven to this day the wood smoke In camp brings back tho wuff, whereas summers his boots smelt fishy, what happened first or afterwards Is all, mixed up, but there's tho emoKo emeu, and sister Magglo lying In tho bunk. all whlto and froze. There's fish smell, and Polly who used to wallop me with a slipper, lying whlto and froze. And yet I' ioww sue oouvam. gut uv&u iu sum mer. Then thero'B emobo smell, and We Tommy, bigger nor father, throwing up blood. I said he'd catch It from mother tor messing Jho. floor, but father just hugged mo, telling ma to Shut up. I axed him, if Tommy was KOlng to get froze, too. Then father told mo that Tommy was going away Ut where tho milk came out of a cow. You Just shovo tho can opener Into the cow so and tho milk pours out, wholo candy palte of milk. And tbero& vegl tables, which is green things to eat. First time you swell up and pretty nigh bust, but you 6oon get used to greens. Tommy is going to Clvlll Zatlon. It's months and months off, and when you get there, the people is so awful mean they'd let a stranger starve to death without so much a2 "Come in." Tho men wear pants right down to thelr and as to the women Mother comes in and looks-at father, so ho forgets to Bay about tho women at Clvlll Zatlon, but other times he'd tell, oh. lots of stories. Ho said it was worse for the likes of us than Now Jerusalem. I reckon Tommy died, and Joan, too, and mother would got gaunt and dry, rocking herself. "'Tho Lord gave,'" she'd say, "'and the Lord hath taken away; blessed bo the name of tho Lord.'" Thero was 'only Pete and mo left, and father wagging his pipe ncrost tho stovo at motlier. They'll die, ma'am,' I heard him say, and sho Just sniffed. "If I hadn't taken 'em out doors they'd be dead now, ma'am." Sho called him an Injun. Sho called him I dunno what sho didn't call him. I'd been asleep, and when I woke up she was cooking breakfast while she called him a lot moro thlng3 she must have forgot to say. But ho carried mo in his arms out through the little low door, and it was stabbing cold with a blaze of northern lights. He tucked mo up warm on tho ko matlk, he hitched up the huskies, and mushed, way up tho tickle, and through tho soft bUBh snow, and at sunup wo made his winter tilt on Torn gak Creek. Wo put In the winter there, furring, and every time ho came homo from tho round of traps, ho'd sell me an the pelts. I was sure ly proud when ho took mo hunting fur and partridges. I was with him to tho fishing, in tho fall we'd hunt, att winter we'd trap till It was time for the sealing, and only two or thrco times in a year wod bo back to mother. Then I'd see Pete, too, who'd got pink, with a spitting cough. Ho want ed to play with me, but I wouldn't, I Just couldn't I hated to bo anywheres near him. "Didn't I tell year father would point at Peto coughing. "Didn't I warn yea?" But mother sot her mouth in a thba line. "Pete," said sho, "is saved." Next time we come mother was all alone. "The Lord gave," she says "'and tho Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of tho Lord',' but It's get ting kind of monotonous." Sho hndnt much to say then, sho didn't Doom to care, but was Just There Was Father's Hand Stlcklno Up. numb. Ho wrapped her up warm on tho komatlk, with just a sack of clothes, her Bible, and the album of photos from Nora Scotia, yes, and tho china dogs oho carried In her arms. Father broke tho trail ahead, I took tho goo polo, and when day cam a, we xnado tho winter tOt Thero mother kep' houso Just as sho would at homo, so clean wo waa almost scared to step Indoors. It woe along In March or maybo April that father was away tn coarse weather, making tho round of his traps. Ho didn't oomo back. Thero'd been a blizzard, a wolf-howling hurri cane, blowing out a lane of bare, ground round tho bock of tho cabln while tho big drift piled higher and. packed harder, until tho comb of It, grow out above our roof like a. seat breaker, froeo so you could walk on tho overhang. And just between dork, and dacklsh father's bosky team camet back without htm. I dont reckon X waa moron ten or eleven years old, bat you see, thlcj Labrador Is kind of serious with a nnd makes even kids act respon nlble. Go easy, and there's famlno, freezing, blackleg, all sorts of rea sons against laziness. It sort of edu cates. Mother was worse than silent. Thero was something about her that scared me more than anything outdoors. In tho morning her eye kep' following mo as if to say, "Go find your father." Surely it was up to me, and if I wasn't big enough to drive tho huskies or pock father's gun, I thought I could manage afoot to tote his four-pound ax. She beckoned me to her and kissed me Just onco In ten years, and I was quick through the door, out of reach, lest she should see mo mighty It was all very well showing off bravo before mother, but when I got outside, any excuse would have been enough for going back. I wished I'd left the matches behind, but I hadn't I wished tho snow would be too soft but It was hard as sand. I wished'. I wasn't a coward, and the bush didn't look so wolfy, and what If I met up with the Eskimo devil! Oh, I was sunfty tho scaredest 111' boy, and dead certain I'd get lost Then I went on because I was going, and thero was fa ther's trail blazed on past Bake-applo Marsh. The way was as .plain as streets, and tho sun shining warm as he looked over into tho valley. Then I saw a man's mitt, an old buckskin mitt sticking up out of tho snow. Father had .dropped his mitt and without that his hand would bo froze. When I found him, how glad ho'd be to get Itl But when I tried to pick it up, it was heavy. Then it came away,' and thero was father's hand sticking up. It was dead. Of course I know I'd ought to tmvo dug down through tho snow, but I didn't I ran for all I was worth. Then I got out of breath and come back shamed. It wasn't for lovo of father. No. I hated to touch that hand, and when I did I was sick. Still that was better than being scared to touch. It's not so bad when you dare. I dug, with a snow-shoe for a shovel, There was tho buckskin shirt smelling good, and the long fringes I'd used to tickle his noso with then I found his face. I just couldn't bear that but turned my back and dug until I camo to tho great big, number-four trap ho used for wolf and beaver. Ho must have stepped without seeing it under tho snow, and it broko his leg. Then he'd tried to drag himself back homo, It was when I stood up to get breath and, cool off that I first seen tho won, seiung peacerui, waggm' nis iau First I thought he was one of our own huskies, but when ho didn't know his name I saw for sure ho must bo the wolf who lived up Two Mile Crick, He'd got poor inspecting father's bus! ness Instead of minding his own. That's why he was called the Inspec tor. It was March, too, tho moon of famine. Of course I threw my ax and missed. His hungry smile's still thar behind a bush, and mo wonder ing whether his business is with mo or father. That's why I stepped on the snow-shoes, and went right past where ho was, not daring to get my ax. Yes, it was mo ho wanted to see first, but of course I wasnt going to encourage any animal into thinking he'd scared a man. Why, he'd scarco have let father even seo his tracks for fear they'd bo trapped or shot So walked slow and proud, leadln' him off from father at least I played that, wishing all tho timo that mother's 111' boy was to home. After a while grabbed down a lopped stick where father'd blazed, not as fierce as an ax, but enough to make mo more or less respected. Tho Inspector was bigger than mo, stronger 'n any man, swifter 'n any horse. I tell yer the maned whlto wolf is wlser'n most people, and but for eating his cubs, he's nature's gentle man. Tho trouble was not him hunting, but mo scared. Why, If ho'd wanted mo, ono flash, one bite, and I'm break fast It was just curiosity mado him so close behind like a stealthy ghost Whon I'd turn to show fight, ho'd seem to apologize, and then I'd go on whis tling a hymn. Thar ho was cached right ahead in tho deadfall, for a front vlow, if I'd known. But I thrashed with my stick in a panic, hitting his snout, so ho yelped. Then ho lost his temper. Ho'd a "sorry, but-buslness-ls-busincss" ex pression on him. I ran at him, tripped 'on a stump, let out a yell, and ho lep' straight at my throat And in tho middle of that came a gunshot, a bullet grazed my arm, and went on whining. Another shot, and the Inspector ran. Thon I was rub bing whar tho bullet hurt, sort of sulky, too, with a grlevanco, when I was suddenly grabbed and nigh smoth ered in mother s arms. She'd come 1th tho team of huskies followin' me; she'd been gunning, too, and I suro had a mighty close call. Sho'd no tears left for father, so when I got through Bobbin' wo went to the body, and loaded It in tho ko matlk for home. Thar's things I don't liko to tell you. It wasnt a nice trip exactly, with tho Inspector superintending around. When wo got back to the tilt, wo daresnt tako out tho huskies, or un load, or oven stop for grub. Wo had to drivo straight on, mother and mo, down tho tickle, past our old empty home, thon up tho Bacallou all night The sun was just clear of the lea when wo mado tho Poet, and wo saw a little ball jerk up tho flag halyards. then break to a great red flag with the letters H. B. C It means Hera Before Christ Tho air was full of a big noise, Ilka tho skirl of sea-gulls screaming In a galo, and thero was Mr. McTavlsh on the sidewalk, marching with his bag Jilnea tc wake the folk oat of thshr Sunday beds. Then he caw f.hor's body, with legs and arms stUZened all ways, and the number-four trap still gripped on broken bones. Off camo his fur cap. Mother stood, iron-hard, beside tho komatlk. "Factor," says sho, "I've come to pay his debt" "Nay, it's the Sabbath, ma'am. Yo'll pay no debts till Monday. Come In and have some-tea ye puir thing." "You starved his soul to death, and now I've brought his body to square his debts. Will you leave that herd till Monday?" Mr. McTavlsh' looked at her, then whispered to me. "B'y," said he, "we, must make her cry or she'll bo raving mad. Greet, woman, greet By God, '11 make ye greet!" He marched up and down the side walk, nnd through tho skirl of gulls in a storm, swept a tune that mado tho meat shake on my bones. Ooce mother Bhrieked out, trying to make him stop, but he went on pao ing in front of her to and fro, with his eyes on her all tho time, peering straight through her, and all tho grief of all tho world in the skirl and walk and that hopeless awful tune. Sho covered her face with her hands, try ing to hold while tho great sobs shook her, and she reeled like a tree in a gale, until she fell on her knees, un til she threw herself on tho corpse, and cried, and cried. (Continued in Friday's Issue.) fashion mm By JUDIC CHOLLET This Illustration shows n very nttrac tivo scmliirlucess frock which gives tho Norfolk Idea that is so smart this season. The blouse Is just a simple ono with set-In sleeves that may be finished either full length or elbow NOBFOIiX FROCK. style nnd with a sailor collar. The box plaits are applied on each sido at both front "and back over Indicated lines, and those plaits extend below the waist line and aro attached to tho skirt at about hip depth. For tho sixteen-year-old size the dress will require six and ono-iuarter yards of material twonty-soren Inches wide, with threo-qunrters of a yard twenty-seven Inches wide for tho trim ming. This Hay Manton pattern is cut In sizes for Etrls of fourteen, sixteen and eighteen years of aee. Send 10 cents to this ofllce, plvlns number, 7C37, and It will bo prompt ly forwarded to you by mall. If In haste eend an additional two cent stamp for let ter postage. When ordering use coupon. No. Blzo. Namo Address MARTIN CAUFIELD Designer and Man ufacturer of ARTISTIC MEMORIALS Office and Works 1036 MAIN ST. HONESDALE, PA. GOOD HOUSE FOR THE FOWLS Should Have Southern Front and Yards May Be Laid Off for In dividual Pens If Desired. A good poultry house may be built after plans shown' In the drawing. Such a house may bo mado any length desired and portioned into six-foot breeding pens, 1G feet deep, which would glvo 7 1-3 square fee per bird for one male and 12 females. Tho house should have a cement or board floor and can be so built as to make it rat, wind and rain proof. I prefer a floor of cement, writes William Scott of Abilene, Kan., in the Farmers Mall and Breeze. Tho house should front south and yards may be laid off for tho uso of Good for Several Uses. individual pens if desired. This kind of house Is also suitable for raising early hatched chicks. The upper windows are hinged so they may be swung open at any de sired angla or to be booked up as tho weather demands'. Tho lower front Is covered with one-inch mesh wire and a drop canvas or windows may bo used. Tho window should bo hung so as to swing in at any desired angle. Roosts aro placed along tho north wall. A single roost running the length of the building and set out two feet from tho north wall, may be mado to Borve tho purpose. A roost shield for cold weather can bo mado of a frame tho length of tho roosts and two feet wide, to bo cov ered with sound burlap on top and sides. Place this framo six inches above tho birds' heads and let the burlap hang a foot below tho roosts. This framo should bo drawn up out of tho way each morning. If nesta- are place low enough not many hens will lay on tho floor and It Is often considered better still to place them right on the floor. A screen made of burlap so it will almost hldo tho nests make them more atractlvo to the hens and helps to prevent egg eating. 'SULPHURING' THE HEN HOUSE Job Should Be Performed at Least Once Every Month First Re move All Combustibles. To burn sulphur in a poultry houso first remove all combustible matter. Then put an old Iron kettle Into a dishpan nnd place on four bricks in tho mlddlo of tho house. In tho ket tlo put some cobs which have been soaked in a solution of ono part of pine tar to four parts of kerosene, sprinkle the sulphur ovor the cobs and set on fire. Bo sure to have everything arranged so as to beat a hasty retreat from tho room and close the door quickly as tho sulphur fumes ore suffocating. Sulphur burned in this manner will penetrate every crevice as well as covering tho surface and aids won derfully In purifying the' building and in destroying poultry vermin. Ono pint of turpentine may bo add ed to the half gallon of kerosene as well as tho plno tar with beneficial results. Onco a month is none too often to burn sulphur in every poultry house. OULWM Never breed from lmmuature stock. Ground bono Is great for laying hens. The first symptoms of roup swol len eyes. Dampness and chilling mean suro death to chicks. Do not allow the fowls to be exposed to the strong winds. Soft-shelled eggs aro a sign of lack of lime or of over-feeding. Scrub hens kept by scrub poultry- men make a bad combination. Sifted ashes scattered under the roosts make an excellent absorbent Try hard never to catch a hen by tho wing or feathers; grab her by the legs. A little granulated charcoal mixed in tho soft; feud is excellent In cases of diarrhoea. If there aro cracks in the walls of the houses, the chilly winds are suro to create a draft. Tho best way to run an Incubator is to follow tho directions that como with tho machine. The hen that will not scratch for her living Is too lazy to make you a profit as a layer. Leghorns mako poor sitters. Bet tor not trust the eggs to them. They are better layers and foragers than Bitters. j SEALED PROPOSALS. Cotnmonwealth of Pennsylvania, State Highway Department, Harris burg, Pa. Sealed proposals will be received nt tho office of tho State Highway Department in tho Capitol Building, Harrlsbiirg, Pa., until ten o'clock on the morning of September 17th, 1913, when bids will be publicly opened and scheduled for the recon struction of 7309 lineal feet of Brick Block Paving, 1G feet wide, situated as follows: From tho intersection of South Fourth and Main streets, pass ing over Main street, to the Texas Township lino; also from the Inter section of Main and Park streets, passing over Park street, to the Tex as Township line, under the Act of Assembly approved May 31st, 1911, P. L. 4G8. Plans and specifications can be seen at the office of the State Highway Department, Harrlsbiirg; 1001 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia; 2117 Farmers Bank Building, Pitts burgh; and 301 Farr Building, Scran- ton, Pa. Each bid must be made up on a blank furnished by tho State Highway Department, accompanied by a certified check in tho sum of $2,500, and enclosed in a separate sealed envelope, which blank and en- v-lope will bo furnished upon re quest, marked: " PROPOSAL FOR THE RECONSTRUCTION OF A SEC TION OF ROAD IN WAYNE COUN TY, HONESDALE BOROUGH." EDWARD M. BIGELOW, State Highway Commissioner. 70-3wks. E XECUTOR'S NOTICE, Estate of CORNELIUS C. JADWIN, Late of Borough of Honesdale. All persons Indebted to said es tate are notified to make immediate payment to tho undersigned; and those having claims against the said estate aro notified to present them duly attested for settlement. EDGAR JADWIN, GRACE A. JADWIN, Executors. Honesdale, Pa., Aug. 25, 1913. SEALED proposals will be received for furnishing groceries and pro visions, fresh and cured meats, grain, feed, etc., for the quarter be ginning September 1, 1913, and end ing December 1, 1913, to the Stato Hospital for tho Criminal Insane at Farvlew, Wayne county, Pa., until August 30th, 1913. Bids to be ad dressed to tho Superintendent of the Hospital, T. C. Fitzslmmons, M. D Waymart, Wayne county, Pa., and from whom all additional Informa tion may be obtained. Blank sched ules will be mailed to bidders on ap plication to the Superintendent. HENRY F. WALTON, G8e!3 President. IN re Executor's sale of real estate of H. J. Qulnney, late of the Borough of Honesdale, deceased. Notice is hereby given that the Orphans' Court of Wayne County has fixed Monday, September 8, 1913, at 2 o'clock p. m., for the hearing of an application made by tho Executor of H. J. Qulnney, late of Honesdale, deceased, for a private sale of the real estate of said decedent, situated in the borough of Honesdale, for the sum -of Sixteen Hundred Dollars. At which time and place any objections to a private sale -on the terms set forth in the application will be heard. WILLIAM A. QUINNEY, GGw3 Executor. SHERIFF'S SALE OF VALUAULdU REAL ESTATE. By virtue of nrocess issued out of the Court of Common Pleas of Wayne county, and State of Pennnylvanla, and to me di rected and delivered, I have levied on and will expose to public sale, at tho Court House in Honesdale on SEPTEMBER 12, 1913, at 11 A. M. All the defendant's right, title and Interest in the following described property viz: All the surface or right of soil of and In all that certain piece or parcel of land situate, lying and being in tho town of Browndale, Clinton township, Wayne County, Pennsylvania, designated as 50x80 feet of tho westerly portion of lots No. 9 and No. 10 In Block No. 16 as de scribed on tho map of building lots of tho town of Browndale, being cigniy ieei on the easterly and westerly boundaries and fifty feet on tho northerly and southerly boundaries and bounded easterly by por tions of lots No. 9 and No. 10, owned by Joseph Scublx, southerly by lot No. S; westerly by lands of tho Hillside Coal & iron uo.; ana normeiiy uy iuu u. , uo intr fiftv fppt on the westerly end of lots which Gresor Scublx granted and con veyed to Joseph scuuix Dy aeea uuieu Aug. 18, 1D0S, and recorded in Deed Book No, 99, pago 12. Also a free and unin terrupted use, liberty and privilege of a passage In and along a certain alley or passage six feet In breadth by nfty feet In depth, extending from the south-east corner of land herein conveyed east fifty feet along the southcry boundary of land still owned by Joseph Scublx toland of Anthony urasnier, wnere connection i mado with the alley to tho stree.t Ex cepting and reserving as excepted and re served In the hereinbefore recited deed to Joseph Scublx. Being the samo land granted and conveyed by Joseph Scublx to Frank Koenlg by deed dated Aug. 31, 1910, and recorded In Deed Book No. 101, pago 305. Property above described improved wun a two-story frame dwelling house. ALSO all the surrace or right of soil of and In all that certain pleco or parcel of land sltuato In the town of Brown dale, Clinton township, Wayne county. Pennsylvania, distinguished as 100x80 feet of the westerly extremity of lots No. 9 and No. 10 In Block No. 16 as described in a map of building lots of II. W. Brown In said town of Browndale, being eighty feet on the easterly and westerly bound aries, and bounded easterly by portions of lots No. 9 and No. 10, sold to Anthony Drashler; southerly by lot No. 8: westerly by land of the Hillside Coal & Iron Com pany; northerly by lot No. 11. Being the samo property granted and conveyed to Joseph Scublx by Gregor Scublx by deed dated Aug. 18, 1908, and recorded in Deed Book No. 99, page 12. Excepting and re serving as excepted and reserved In last mentioned deed. Also excepting and re serving therefrom a lot 60x80 feet which was granted and conveyed by Joseph Scublx ct ux. to Frank Koenlg by deed dated Aug. 31, 1910, and recorded in Deed Book No. 101, page 805. Improved with a two-story frame dwelling house. Seized and taken In execution as the property of Joseph Scublx at the suit of E. A. Bloxham. No. 63 June Term, 191S. Judgment, 11700. Attorneys, Gardiner & Mumford. TAKE NOTICE All bids and costs must be paid on day of sale or deeds will not be acknowledged. FRANK C. KIMBLE, Sheriff. Adv. 65 8w Bring your difficult Job work to this office. We can, do It.
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