THE PATTON COURIER THE B STORY FROM THE START Defying all efforts to capture him, after a long series of mur- ders and robberies, a super- crook known only : “The Bat" has brought about a veritable reign of terror. The chief of po- lice assigns his best operative, Anderson, to get on the trail of The Bat With her niece, Dale Ogden, Miss Cornelia Van Gorder Is living in the country home of the late Courtleigh Fleming, who until his recent death had been Union bank, because of the theft of sum of currency Miss receives a note warning her to vacate the place at once on pain of death. Dale returns from the city, where she had been to hire a gardener The gardener arrives, giving his name as Brooks. He admits he is president of the wracked not a gardener, but needs work Miss Cornelia tells Doctor Wells of .the threatening note They are interrupted by the smashing of a window in the house. They find another warning note. The detective, Anderson, arrives, is told of the situation, and an- nounces he will stay on watch that night. Miss Van Gorder tells Ander 1 she has an idea Courtleigh eming robbed his own bank and concealed the mong in the house. A By Mary Roberts Rinehart and Avery Hopwood WNU Service Rinehart and Avery Hopwood. A Novel from the Play oe “The Bat,” copyright, 1920, by Mary Roberts vy Vim \ 1 He looked dubious. club? Is Mr. Richard Fleming there? Yes, I'll hold the wire.” She looked about nervously. Had something moved in that corner of blackness where her candle did not pierce? No! How silly of her! Buzz-buzz on «he telephone, picked up the receiver again, She “It's a chance, but not a very good ene” he said. | “Helle—is this Mr. Fleming? This “Well—" He led the way into the | IS Miss Ogden—Dale Ogden. I know it must seem odd my calling you this billiard room—and began to rap at : late, but—I wonder if you could come random upon its walls while Dale lis- tened intently for any echo that might | Ver here for a few minutes, Yes— betray the presence of a hidden cham- | 'ODIShL” Her voice grew stronger. ay “1 w ' p ¢ —it’'s aw- ber or sliding panel. I wouldn't trouble you but—it's aw —and I'd have no chance to search, He was ing for a clew—the Support his theory. tiniest clew t queried Dale, “Brooks explained, member—Fleming “You was no defaulter—and he had no intention o wanted to come his place in the was in the pen.” “But even then—" back here community while CHAPTER V—Continued ed ied “Well, I wouldn't struggle like that for a theory,” he said, the profes- sional note coming back to his voice. “The cashier's missing—that’s the an- swer.” “Then you don’t think there's a chance that the money from the Union bank is in this house?” persisted Miss Cornelia. “I think it very unlikely.” Miss Cornelia put her knitting away and rose, She still clung tenaciously to her own theories—but her belief in them had heen badly shaken. “If you'll come with me, I'll show you to your room,” she said, a little ! stiffly. The detective stepped back | to let her pass. | “Sorry to spoil your little theory,” | he said, and followed her to the door. If either had noticed the unobtrusive listener to their conversation, neither made a sign. The moment the door had on them, Dale sprang into actiom She seemed a different girl from the one who had left the room so incon- spicuously such a short time before— there were two brizht spots of color in her cheeks and she was obviously closed laboring under great excitement, She went quickly to the alcove doors— they opened softly—disclosing the young man who had ssid that he was Brooks the new gardener—and yet not the same young man—for his as- sumed air of servitude had dropped from him like a cloak, revealing him as a young fellow at least of the same general social class as Dale's if not a fellow-inhabitant of the se- lect circle where Van Gorders re- volved about Van Gorders, and a man’s great-grandfather was more important than the man himself. Dale cautioned him with a warning finger as he advanced into the room, “Sh! Sh!” she whispered. “Be careful! That man’s a detective!” 3rooks gave a hunted glance at the door into the hall, “Then they've traced me here,” he said in a dejected voice, “I don’t think so.” He made a gesture of helplessness. “I couldn’t get back to my rooms,” he said in a whisper. “If they've searched them,” he paused, “as they're sure to—they'll find your letters to me.” He paused again. “Your aunt doesn't suspect any- thing ?” “No, I told her I'q engaged a gar- dener—and that’s all there was about it.” He came nearer to ner. “Dale!” he murmured in a tense voice, “You know I didn't take that money !” he said, with boyish simplicity, All the loyalty of first-love was in | | her answer. z “Of course! 1 believe in you ahso- lutely !” she said. He cat ght her in his arms and kissed her—gratefully— passionately. Then t the walling mem- ory of the predicament in which he | 2 stood—the hunt already on his trail | —came back to him, He released her | | gently, still holding one of her hands, | “But—the police here!” he stom- | Y mered, turning away, “What does that mean?” Dale swiftly informed him of the situation. —anything that would sound the walls “Aunt Cornelia says people 2 been trying to break into have this house Brooks ran his hand through his I hair in a gesture of bewilderment, 3 Then he seemed to catch at a hope, | & and here—somewhere—pray heaven— is the money—in the hidden in the house that Courtleigh Fleming built. When you're low in yeur mind, just say that over!” forgotten it already,” she said, droop. that he did not feel. matter,” he added, “the hidden reom may be behind these very walls.” he had it—that driver in the bag of for days—at night.” wolf clubs over in the corner, the driver and stood wondering where He crossed to the billiard room door closed it firmly, returned. in hushed accents. “We were togeth er in France and you know the w fellows get to talking when far away and cut off—" they're —two figures huddled in a whiling away the terrible waiting by muttered talk. “Just an hour or two before—a shell got this friend of mine,” he re- sumed, “he told me he had built a hidden room in this house.” “Where?” gasped Dale. Brooks shook his head, don’t know. We never gost to finish that conversation. But I remember what he said. He said, ‘You watch old Fleming. If I get mine over here it won't break his heart. He didn’t want any living being to know about that room.” Now Dale was as excited as he. “Then you think the money is in this hidden roem?” “I do,” said Brooks decidedly. “1 don’t think Fleming took it away with him. He was too shrewd for that. No, he meant to come back all right, the minute he got fhe word the bank had been locted. And he'd fixed things so I'd be rai'roaded to prison— you wouldn't uaderstand, but it was pretty neat. And then the fool nephew rents this house the minute he’s dead, and whoever knows bout the money—" “Jack! Why isn’t it the nephew who is trying to break in?” “He weuldn’t have to break in, He could make an excuse and come in any time.” He clenched his hands despairingly, “If I could only get hold of a blue- print of this place!” he muttered. Dale's face fell. It was sickening to be so close to the secret—and yet not find it. “Oh, Jack, I'm so con- fused and worried!” she confessed, with a little seb. 3rooks put his hands on her shoul- ders, in an effort to cheer her spirits. “Now, listen, dear,” he said firmly, “this isn’t as hard as it sounds, I've got a clear night to work in—and as true as I'm standing here, that money's in this house, Listen, honey —it’s like this.” He pantomimed the old nursery rhyme of the house that Jack built. “Here's the house that Courtleigh Fleming built—here, some- where, is the hidden room in the house that Courtleigh Fleming built— room-— She managed a faint smile. “I've ng. He still strove for an offhand galety “Why, look here!” and she followed he play of his hands cbediently, tired child, “it’s a sort of learest. ‘Money, money—who's got he money? You know!” For the lozenth time he stared at the unre- ealing walls of the room. “For that like game, He looked about for a tool—a poker nd test them for hollow spaces, Ah! He got e had best begin. That blank wall bove the fireplace looked as promis- “What sort of people?’ he queried ing as any. He tapped it gently with sharply. the golf club—afraid to make too Dule was puzzled. “She doesn’t | Much noise and yet anxious te test know the wall as thoroughly as possible, A The excitement in her lover's man- | dull, heavy reverberation answered his ner came to a head. “That proves stroke—nothing hollow there, appar- exactly wnat Ive contended right | ently. : along,” he said, thudding one fist soft- As he tried another spot, again ly in the paln of the other. “Through tl some underneath channel old Flem- ing has been selling those securities | bl for months, tuming them into drum cutside, in the night, winder beat the long roll on its iron The lights inked—wavered—recovered, “The lights are going out “He'd take me into custody at once ceiling— hopefully—desperately—look- y ti on ing her in inky darkness. “Why are you so sure it is here? ing her in inky darknes must re- ordinary being exiled to a foreign country, He and take He interrupted her. “Listen, dear—" “The architect that built this house was an old friend of mine” he said ay for a He paused, seeing the cruel gleam of a star-shell lit the trench, heurs of y i thot fully important, rire ¢ . Thus it happened that Lizzie re- § jmportant, Held the wire a mo “Why Nv 3 stectiv : a ment,” She put down the phone and Why don’t you tell the de fontive ceived the first real thrill ‘of what was A - or on i » ne 0d he , ink?” <ai ale 3 { ane rr SW survey ) € what you think?” said Dale at her [ prove te her—and to others—a ¢ | surve) wits’ end. “That Courtleigh Fleming sensational and hideous night. For, | "0m, listened furtively at the door— t > ay at it is sti art nek dish RR ' | all clear! She returned to the phor 3, Jock ghe money and that it is still coming into the living room to lay a Tt pu d 4 wil i SED os \ llo—Mr, F g— yait out- lore ¢ : cloth for Mr. Anderson's night supper, 5 to Her lover's face grew somber side the house on the drive, a confidential matter. much,” It—it’s Thank you so not only did the lights blink threat- » | eningly and the thunder roll, but a series of spirit raps was certainly to searching now—his eves : + She hung up the phone, relieved— searchi 1 nt : be heard coming from the region of : ang up I roved about the living-room—walls— og not an instant too soon, for, as she the billiard room. crossed toward the fireplace to add a a new log to the dying glow of the fire, the hall door opened and Ander- son, the detective, came softly in with an unlighted candle in his hand, “Spooky sort of place in the dark, isn’t it?” he said casually, “Yes—rather.” If he would only go away before Brooks came back or 0 “Oh, my God!” she wailed, and the next instant the lights went out, leav- With a loud shriek she bolted out of the room. Thunder — lightning — dashing of rain on the streaming glass of ‘the f | windows—the storm hallooing fits hounds. Dale huddled close to her lover as they groped their way back 1 | to the living roem, cautiously, doing their best to keep from stumbling against some heavy piece of furni- ture whose fall would arouse the house, “There's a candle on the table, Jack, if T can find the table.” Her out- stretched hands touched a familiar - | object. “Here it is.” She fumbled moment, “Have yeu any > | matches?” “Yes.” He struck one—another— candle—set it down on the table, In the weak glow of the little taper, whose tiny flame illuminated but a portion of the living room, his face leoked tense and strained. “It's pretty near hopeless,” he said, “if all the walls are paneled like that.” As if in mockery of his words and his quest, a muflled knocking that seemed to come from the ceiling of the very room he stood in answered his despair, “What’s that?” asked Dale. They listened. The knocking was repeated — knock — knock—knock — knock. “Some one else is looking for the hidden room!” muttered Brooks, gaz- ing up at the ceiling intently, as if he could tear from it the secret of this new mystery by sheer strength of will, “It's upstairs!” She Locked About Nervously, Richard Fleming seemed in a arrived! Dale took a step distressingly chatty on the table, “You're not going to stay up all | t night, are yeu?” said Dale, nervously, | ¢ hoping he would take the hint. But | ! Jrooks paused an instant, he belong to your aunt?” “No. He was Courtleigh Fleming butler.” Knock — krnock—knock—knock—the dull, methodical rapping on the ceil- ing of the living room began again, “Courtleigh butler, eh?” *Does minor considerations He |! took out a cigar. as sleep. Fleming's eyed her with a certain approval. She muttered Brooks. He put down his was a darned pretty girl and she candle and stele noiselessly into the looked intelligent. “I suppose vou alcove. “It may be the Jap!” he whis- have a theory of your own about pered. these intrusions you've been having | t Knock — knock — knock — knock! here? Or apparently having.” a This time the mysterious rapping “I knew nothing about them until seemed to come from the upper hall, tonight.” i = ght. 1 “If it is the Jap, I'l get him!” “Still,” he persisted conversational- | v Brooks’ voice was tense with resolu- ly, “you know about them now.” ut | p when she remained silent, “Is Miss Van Gorder usually—of ga nervous | a temperament? Imagine she sees | w things, and all that?” a “I don’t think so.” Dale's was strained. Where was What had happened to him? Anderson puffed on his cigar, pon- dering. “Know the tion. He hesitated—made for the hall door—tiptoed out into the darkness around the main staircase, leaving Dale alone in the living room, beset by shadowy terrors. Utter silence succeeded his noise- less departure. Even the storm lulled for a moment. Dale stood thinking— wondering—searching desperately for Brooks? Flemings?’ he some way te help her lover, asked be At last a resolution formed in her “I've met Mr. Richard Fleming— mind, She went to the city telephone, once or twice.” 4 Te “Hello,” she said in a low voice, Something in her tone caused him . glancing over her shoulder now and | to glance at her, “Nice fellow?” Iz then to make sure she was not over- “I don’t know him at all well.” ¥ heard, “1—2—4—please—yes, that’s “Know the cashier of the Union ol right, Hello—is that the Ceuntry | bank? ?” he shot at her suddenly, fo ol co of But he |, that hidden hie seemed entirely oblivious of such | gether. the living popular, of these bank getting into society and spending mg than they make.” lief, the house phone on the wall by t ring, Dale corrected him quickly, “No, the other one—that’s the hou phone.” He accepted her explanation answered the other telephone. “Hello—hello — what ago,” said Dale, without thinking, “No!” She strove desperately to make the denial convincing but she could not hide the little tremor in her voice, | The detective mused. | “Fellow of good family, I under- | stand,” he said, eyeing her, “Very | That’s what's behind most embezzlements—men | Dale hailed the tinkle of the city | telephone with an inward sigh of re- | The detective moved to answer | alcove—mistaking the direction of the and the-—" . He moved the receiver hook up apd down, ore he | SHE WAS NO LABOR SAVER | through the use of lights. | Se On a hot day a vacationist was e Anderson looked the apparatus | Ing in a stuffy little wayside rest: over, rant. There were no screens in t “No connection with the outside, | Window or the door. The proprietre eh?” herself waited on customers a “No,” said Dale, absent-mindedly. ' shooed flies from the table at t “Just from room to room in the | same time, house,” “Wouldn't it be better to have t POULT ICY ~FTS PUSH LAYING HEN FOR FIVE MONTHS Five months per year is enough in { which to push hens into extra laying | by extending the feeding hours The North j Carolina experiment station has just f{ Lomploted its second three-year test at- | with laying hens and finds that the U- | period between November 1 and he [ April 1 is the period to use lights. *SS | For the remainder of the vear, the nd | pirds should be allowed to feed dur- he ing the normal daylight. : | “Beginning with the pullet year, we 1e have subjected hens to 36 consecu- window and the door screened?” ven- | tive months of 14 feeding hours per tured the vacationist. | day, securing the extra hours by us- “Well, yes, I s'pose it would help ing electric lights,” suys Dr. B. F. some,” returned the woman, “b without result, and gave it up. “This | 'twould look mighty lazy like."—Bos- line sounds dead,” he said. ton Transcript, “It was all right a few minutes — HOW MUCH IS LEFT? yr . : : | “You were using it a few minutes ago?” She hesitated—what use to deny what she had already admitt®, fo all practical purposes. Yes The city telephone rang again. The detective pounced upon it. “Hello—yes—yes—this is Anderson He paused, while the tiny voice in the receiver buzzed for -—1r0 ahead.” some seconds, it impatiently, Then he interruptec “You're sure of that, are you? I see. All right. ’By.” He hung up the receiver swiftly on Dale, “That was headquarters, Miss Og den. truth just now.” He paused, waiting for her an- swer. “What letters?’ she said wearily. “From you to Jack Jailey—show- ing that you had recently became en- gaged to him.” Dale decided to make a clean breast of it—or as clean a one as she dared. “Very well,” she said in an uneven voice, “that’s true.” “Why didn’t you say so before?” There was menace beneath his suav- are of wind ity. He came closer to Dale, fixing toward the alceve stairs, Brooks halt- rame of mind. . . ; her with his eyes. “Do vou know “Left me upstairs without a match,” 5 is : oi 3 : ed her, tiftaed Anders “I ¢ Y fro wi where Bailey is now?’ He spoke “Who's in this house besides our- on ine = Ren t hi ny nid slowly and menacingly. tnd y y walking ps f the way ¢ . \ : . selves?’ he queried. ah 2 D ae > 228 hi i gh She did not flinch. . & 5 S “Only the detective—Aunt Cornelia | f2 mg oe Test. om pe o “No.” : * + » J othn- —Lizzie—and Billy.” Syer Ly rr io Poon e Dy 00th The detective paused “Billy's the Jap?” brush in! He laughed, lighted the ; . 5 Jap? . . “Miss oden.” sai i i’ “Yes? candle in his hand from the candle Miss Ogden,” he said, still with threat in his voice, “in he last minute or so the Union bank ase and certain things in this house 1ave begun to tie up pretty close to- Jailey disappeared this morn- ng. Have you heard from him since?” Her eyes met his without weaken- “Oh, I may doze a bit,” he said. He | ing—her voice was cool and composed. “No.” The detective did not comment on her answer—she could not tell from his face whether he thought she had old the truth or lied. He way from her brusquely, “I'll ask you to bring Miss Van Gor- er here,” he said in his’ professional turned oice. “This case is taking on a new hase.” “You don’t think I know anything bout that money?” she said, a little ‘ildly, hoping that a display of sham nger might throw him off the trail voice | he seemed to be following, He seemed to accept her words y cynically, at their face value. “No,” he said, “but you know some- dy who does.” Dale hesitated—sought for a biting stort—found none, wry, from these probing questions, ould be a relief. She silently took 1e of the lighted candles and left roo to search for her aunt. the detective reflected then picking up the 1e lighted candle that remained, mmenced a systematic examination the living room. His methods were Left alone, r a moment, thorough, but if, when he came to the | Pittsburgh’s young women have va- | one raised her hands toward the other | end of his quest, he had made any rious ways of dealing with “mashers,” and began making strange gestures, | NeW discoveries, the reticent compo- “asphalt arabs,” or whatever the spe- | The other one did the same, sure of his face did not betray the cies may be called. They are not At this unusual procedure the men | fact. When he had finished he turned lacking in the art of refusing un- Stopped in their tracks ang stareq. | Patiently toward the hildard room solicited ice cream sodas or buggy | Then they turned ang retraced their | the little flame of his candle was rides, But this little tale is handed steps. Neither, apparently, knew the | SWallowed up in its dark recesses—he on for what it may be worth in an sign language of the deaf. closed the door of the living room be- emergency. Neither did the young women, who hind him. The storm was dying away, The two girls had been visiting in continued in giggling triumph to their how, but R few Hashes of lightning a ratlier lonely neighborhood and were | home —Pittshurgh Post, still flickered, lighting up the dark- walking to their homes. The street ness of the deserted living room now ———————— Sad Indication Some one had told the woman that he was a backward boy. But watched him playing in the sunny nursery and listened to him chatting he seemed to her quite normal-—the fee usual child of four ang one-half years, It was only later when she accom- panied him across the hall inte his | pp mother’s room that he made a remark, His mother’s room was a was deserted except for two men be- hind them. “After a time of doubts and apprehensive shivers, the young women realized that they were being followed. an ab as she | pp They hastened their steps, but to no avail. Gradually the pursuers gained, and at last were almost within speak- ing distance. The young women were at a loss as to what to do. Suddenly Inside or Out? A lightning queer any stealing shape—Iif any observer had spacious | peen there. : 5 | d then with a harsh, brief glare. flash—a shadow cast ruptly on the shade of one of tis ench windows, to disappear as ab- ruptly as the flash was blotted out— the shadow of a man—a prowler— ling his way through the lightning- slashed darkness to the terrace door. The detective? Brooks? The Bat? ! e lightning flash was tec heief for | observer to have recogiized the | | dls. again.” one done in old blue, apd as they en- But the lack of an observer was | And somebody knows about it, and | said Dale dully, her excitement sunk “I would be glad,” said the clergy- | tered it, his tall, bronze-haired mother promptly remedied. Just as the ! knows that that money is hidden here, | into a stupefied calm, man, after he had given out the text | was standing before ga full-length shadowy shape reached the terrace | Don't you see? Your ‘Aunt’ Cornelia “Let them go! The less light the | for his sermon, “if the young man who | mirror trying on a chiffon negligee in door and its shadow-fingers closed has crabbed the game by coming | better for me. The only thing to do | is standing outside the door would | old gold, over the knob, Lizzie entered the de. | here” is to go over this house room by | come in and make absolutely certain The baby boy looked at the lovely | sorted living room on stumbling feet, “Why didn't you tey the police | room.” He pointed to the billiard | whether she is here tonight or not, vision in the full-length mirror, “Oh, | She was carrying a tray of dishes and that? Now they think, because you | room door. “What's in there?” That would be a great deal better ; dear,” he sighed. “Two mothers. | food—a roll—a butter pat—and she ran sway—" ¥ “The billiard room.” She was think- | than opening the door half an inch or One's enough."—New York Sun, walked. slowly, with terror only one “Ran away! The only chance 1 | ing hard. “Jack! Perhaps Court- | so and thereby exposing the necks of eet. leap behind her, and blank darkness had was a few hours to myself to | leigh Fleming's nephew woulg know | the people in the back row to a cur- There ought to be two worlds, one try to prove what actually happened,” | where the blue-prints are" rent of cold air.” for the dissatisfied, ahead, (TO BE CONTINUED.) adie. a and turned They have found some letters in Bailey's room which seem to indicate that you were not telling the entire It did not matter | any respite, no matter how momen- | r “Would you marry a man who sim- | ply throws his money away?” “Oh, IT don’t know! money left?” Seemed a Shame An artist was making a water-colo sketch in the park. Two urchins stood behind him. anc watched quietly for a while, in tones of wistful regret: just faney, a “George, little paper. A Seasonable Variant In a certain public air was tar of roses. “Pretty stuffy in said a visitor to charge. “You find it warm?” “It isn’t the heat, it’s the human- ity,” was the quiet reply. An Evil Spirit The Spiritual®t—So you call up the spirit of your late mother- in-law? “Yes, it wasn’t enough for her to plague the life out of me, but just institution here, isn’t ft? before her death she hid my pipe.”’— | Lustige Kolner Zeitung. Sophisticated She—You can't make me believe you've never kissed another woman. He—1 know it—you've had too much experienee. SPENDS WEEK-END | | { “Where does Bill go for his week- end?” “Why, to the barber shop. 1 believe.” Grasping at a Straw “Have you heard that Mr. Winter lost his voice yesterday?” “No; I must send my him at once.” “Why; are you a friend of his?” “No, but it 1say be catching!"— Stray Stories, wife to see | - re semble sin | | Quite Plain She—Why don't yeu propose to Miss Bullion? He—I haven’t the face to ask her. She—True! I never thought of that. | Should Be There “1 have come to the country for my health,” said the dyspeptie-looking newcomer. “Do you expect to find it?” his next neighbor. “I ought to,” was the reply. “I left it here last year.”-—Boston Transcript. asked A Closed Model Wilbur's mother took him into his first sun parlor, “Gee!” Wilbur exclaimed. sedan porch, ain't it?” “It's a Has he got any Then, quite suddenly, one said to the other, time ago that was a lovely piece of white the | not exactly suggestive of a the attendant in want to | | scraps, ut | Kaupp, head of the poultry depart ment at state college. “This past year marked the completion of the second such Our results show conclu- sively that a hen must have a rest period between each year of exposure | to the extra hours. This is needed that she might replenish her depleted stores of vitamines, minerals and vi- test. | tality. It is not wise to subject a | hen to the extra feeding hours for | more than five months of the year, and the time between November 1 and April 1 is recommended.” Doctor Kaupp and ®his associates have found that a sudden reduction | of the feeding hours will be accom- panied by premature molting and that regular lighting will always give poor | results in securing extra eggs. | ———l Cod Liver Oil May Be | Detrimental to Fowls | Prof. Eric Agudhr of Stockholm, | Sweden, has issued a report svhich confirms doubt. as to how far cod | liver oil may be continued in the poul- | try ration with desirable results. Im i his experiments with white mice he | found that the continued use of this { oil made the animals too fat at the end of the feeding period, that there was a swelling of the bodies, and that various organs had been adversely af- 1 fected. Other experiments with larger animals gave similar results. While cod liver oil may help temporarily, it is possible that it may be positively hwewaful if used continuously. Appar- ently it has had no detrimental effects in experiments in feeding it to poul- try on this continent, but hefore it is made a reg ilar article of diel for poul- try, it should be given the most care- ful and prolonged investigation. ri Sodium Fluoride Useful to Destroy Parasites The best thing to treat hens for lice is sodium fluoride. The best way to apply is to dip each hen. but this ean | be done only on a warm day One | ounce of sodium fluoride to each gal- lon of lukewarm water. Grasp the hen by the wings in your left hand and immerse her in the water and ruffle up the feathers with your right hand so that the water will go to the skin. Then hold your hand over her nostrils and mouth and duck her head for a few seconds. If the weather is too cold to dip, this can be put on dry. Place a pinch of the powder on the neck, the back. one under each wing, and a good big one under the vent. good ! RO 0O 0 Oe OeOR a . DJ 445 : Y ; Poultry Squibs 3 HOO 0 Sede R000 OW | | Poultry parasites are hardy and can live from four to five months after chickens have heen removed from the hen houses unless g strong is applied. destroyer | * . * | It takes vigorous pullets with long, broad and deep body developed te [ shell out eggs in the dead of winter when the thermometer is hovering around the zero mark. * . * Without some form of animal food, to replace the summer and worms, can’t lay well, however free-handed you are with grain. This need is supplied by ground green or buttermilk, * x9 bugs hens tankage, meat bone, or skiny milk Pullets of the heavy breeds can be too fat for laying while it is difficult to get Leghorn pullets overly fat. * * * The poultry breeder should not be influenced by trifling incidents that irritate the market. He should select and grade his poultry. -. - - The poultry house is both the home { of the hen and the factory where win- ter eggs are produced, and unless it provides suitable living and working conditions the hen cannot be expected to lay well. * -. . Soy bean and clover hay, if bright- ly cured, may be used to take the place of alfalfa in the poultry ration. * * * It is much easier to prevent lice and mites getting a start than it is to get rid of them once they get a toe hold. * * . The Missouri station showed how profitable it is to add animal food to a grain ration. Each pound of tank- age or meat scraps, or the equivalent in skim milk (one gallon) brought ag extra dozen eggs. FINNEY C WELL, LETS sf IpEALT ~ TI 8 vy cle HO (Copyright, W. N. U.) WHOS WHO ! TO HOMER. J GLOOM LIFE 1S SAD AND GRAY HOMER CANT HELP IT» HE WAS BORN THAT WAY G Clancy A A LA He Did Ju Mamma T PERCY L. le 8y the McClure Ne
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