GwED MIST
A TALE OL CIVIL STRIFE u
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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I—Confederate Sereeant
"yutt of the Staunton artillery isLrnt
as a spy to his native county on the Green
Briar by General Jackson.
CHAPTER II—Wyatt meets a moun
taineer named Jem Taylor, with whom he
rides to a house beyond Hot Springs
CHAPTER III—In the house Wyatt and
Taylor meet Major Harwood, father of
.Noreen and an old n-ighhm of Wvatt
who is sent to bed while the two other
men talk. Wyatt becomes suspicions and
111nis that Tuylor has murdered Harwood
and escaped.
,JAPTRf* TV—Wyatt changes to the
l 8. cavalrf uniform tie lias with him
and rides away in Hie night, running into
a detachment of l ed. ml ,'avail. to
whom he Identifies himself as l.lemVnan!
Raymond, Third U. S. cavalry, bv »wan«
of papers with which he lias been pro'
v iled. Captain Fox finds Harwood's bmlv
and follows Taylor’s trail.
CHAPTER V-Fnx nnd Wyatt believe
I ay lor to be old Ned Cowan. The de
t«i hment is ambushed. Wyatt escapes to
tin* Creen Briar country and goes to liar
wood’s apparently deserted home.
CHAPTER VI-Wyatt finds Noreen
Harwood alone in her home. She do* s
m*i recognize him. and lie introduces liiin
fcelf as Lieutenant Raymond.
^11—Parson Nichols comes
to the house and tells Noreen of her fa
ther’s death.
CHAPTER VITI-Wyatt forces Parson
Nlcnols to confess that he has been sent
in advance of Anse Cowan, who proposes
to marry Noreen at once, and so quiet
title to the land In dispute between the
Cowans and Noreen’s dead father.
^Jl^PTER IX—Anse Cowan and his
gang arrive and find the preacher bound
in a closet. Wyatt and Noreen have con
cealed themselves in the attic.
< TIAPTER X—The Cowan gang ran
sacks the house but fails to find the hid
den couple. \V yatt tells Noreen who lie is.
CHAPTER XI—Wyatt and Noreen re
turn to the second floor and await the
next move of the gang, forcing the
preacher to silence.
PTER XIT—Unable to escape while
the gang is on the first floor and around
the house, Wyatt proposes to marry
Noreen to protect her from Cowan. She
accepts and Wyatt forces the preacher to
marry them.
CHAPTER XTTT—Cowan's gang Is driv
by Federal troops, one of whose
offh -ers is the real Lieutenant Raymond.
Wyatt is trapped, though Noreen attempts
to defend him.
CHAPTER XIV—Wyatt is taken to
Lewisburg for trial as a spy.
CHAPTER XV-The camp commandant
and Captain Fox visit Wyatt in his cell
in the courthouse basement. He refuses
clemency in return for Information, and
uses his boyhood’s knowledge of the build
ing to prepare a way of escape.
CHAPTER XVI—Captain Fox again
visits Wyatt, nnd tells him that Noreen
has interceded for him unsuccessfully, and
that Raymond Jealous, is pushing the
case against him.
CHAPTER XVTT—Wyatt escapes to the
attic and thence to the sheriff’s office by
means of a disused, old-fashioned chim
ney, washes off the soot and changes
clothes in the deserted washroom, and re
connoiters.
CHAPTER XVIII Wyatt surprises
Raymond and his camp commandant,
holds them up. and with the aid of Nor
een. gets out of headquarters room in
the courthouse.
CHAPTER XTX —Wyatt and Noreen
win clear of the courthouse and Noreen
decides to accompany him In his flight.
CHAPTER XX—Wyatt and Noreen ob
tain horses and escape from Lewisburg.
CHAPTER XXI They meet old Ned
Cowan in a deserted cabin, and in a tight
Cowan is killed.
CHAPTER XXII They agree to a sep
aration when they are safely out of their
present danger.
CHAPTER XXIII-They come to the
Cane Ridge meeting house and find it oc
cupied by Confederate caMbilry, who have
captured Preacher Nichols.
CHAPTER XXIV—Federal cavalry nn
det Eox and Raymond threaten to attack
the church.
CHAPTER XXV—The attack Is re
pulsed.
CHAPTER XXVI—In the lull before a
second attack. Nichols and Noreen es
cape through an underground passage
leading from the baptistry.
They drove us in so as to encircle
us, yet the Jumble of benches served
as some protection to our rear. Per
haps the fact that there were Yankees
between us and the pulpit prevented
firing for we met hand to hand in a
death grapple. I have seen battles,
yet nothing like that; it was as though
beasts of the jungle fought; men strug
gled with naked hands, struck death
blows, fired into each other's faces,
trampled oyer writhing bodies, curs
ing, or yelling defiance as they fell.
We scarcely knew friend from foe,
blue from gray. 1 cannot even tell
what occurred to myself in those
breathless moments. I know I fought
madly, blindly—again and again
sweeping a space clear with my
weapon; hands gripped my throat my
hair, and I tore loose; fingers clutched
at my legs, but 1 kicked free. 1 was
conscious of blows, of wounds; I
knew when Harwood fell, and was
trampled under foot; I heard others
scream; 1 saw’ the hated face of Anse
Cowan in the ruck and leaped for
him, but whom my mad blow struck I
could not tell. Some rush, some quick
pressure of bodies, hurled me side
wise, caught me in' a vise; I tripped
over a dead man, staggered to my feet
again. 1 got footing on the pulpit
platform, and held It for an instant,
my gun-barrel crashing into the mass
of faces below. Wharton joined me.
a bull mad with rage; I saw him rend
the irnlpit stand from the floor and
hurl it with all his strength into the
ruck Then twenty hands gripped him
hauling him down, a clubbed musket
deBoer a ed jiud 0>e servant fid-Ched
forw ard like a log ot wood There wa?
a shot, the blow of a rifle barrel, and
1 went down, the very breath of life
seemingly knocked out ot me.
I feli on the platform, back of where
the pulpit desk had stood, and a body
lay across me. If I lost consciousness
it was for no more than an instant, yet
my whole body felt numbed and use
less. I could scarcely move my lingers
to unclasp them from the gun barrel,
and every breath 1 drew was in pain.
Mill 1 realized all that happened, dis
tinguished voices, and the shuffling of
feet on the puncheon floor. I heard
f ox shouting orders as the mad hub
bub ceased.
i hat’s enough! That’s enough,
men! Its all over with. Here, ser
geant, round up those prisoners; God
knows there are few enough of the
poor devils left. Guard those able to
walk outside. Now, Herzog, carry the
wounded over here. What? Why. of
course, you idiot, we are not savages—
‘hose fellows fought like men, and are
to be treated decently. No distinction,
mind you. Let the dead lie where
they are till daylight, but don’t over
look a wounded man. Where’s Cowan?
Does anybody know?”
"Shot, sir; he's here in this pile
somew'here.”
“See if the fellow is alive. Who is
his lieutenant?”
“I am, sir; my name’s Kelly.”
“Well get your damn crew of scoun
drels out of here, what’s left of them
Do you hear! This is soldier work,
and I want you fellows outside.”
“You used us all right when thar
wus flghtin' ter do—”
“That’s enough Kelly. 1 didn’t use
you—Moran did; and you can go to
him with your complaints. I know
how you treat prisoners, and would
hang the whole of you, if I had my
way. Now get out, and don't answer
me—those are your orders. Lieuten
ant Raymond.”
“He was here a minute ago, sir,” a
voice answered from the vestibule,
"but he went outside I think he was
touched a little in one arm.”
"Pity is wasn’t in the mouth; has
anyone seen a woman?”
No one answered.
"No! That’s strange! Here Green,
take a couple of men, and feel your
way along the walls; Jasper, make a
light of some kind—who wants me’
Colonel Moran? Tell him I am the
only officer present, and 1 can't leave.
Hy God! The place is a shambles!"
The searching party was to the right
of me. against the black shadow of
the wall. This was my chance, my one
and only chance to slip away unob
served. In five minutes more the
searching party would find me there,
and bear me along with the others. I
wriggled out from under the weight of
the body lying r.cross my legs, and
groped about in the dark until my fin
gers encountered the ring embedded
in the floor. The light of the sputter
ing torch still left the pulpit platform
in shadow; Fox was at the other end
of the church, his sharp voice rasping
out orders. 1 got to my knees, and
lifted the trap barely far enough to
squeeze through. There was a gleam
of light below; sufficient to reveal the
dark outline of the steps leading down.
Some eye might distinguish the glim
mer. yet 1 thrust my body through the
narrow opening noiselessly, and low
ered the cover to the floor level.
There was no cry, no sound indicat
ing that the movement had been ob
served. 1 waited an Instant, crouched
breathlessly on the upper step, listen
ing. My eyes surveyed those contract
ed surroundings curiously. The candle,
a mere fragment, burned dimly in one
corner, revealing what appeared to be
the interior of a huge box, with a
platform built half across it, Its outer
edge protected by a low rRil. A small
wheel ingeniously arranged to operate
a lever, occupied one end of the plat
form, and directly across was an open
ing in the side wall next the floor,
barely large enough for a man's body
to squeeze into. Nothing else was
visible; no evidence left of the two
who had already passed that way.
1 slipped down the steps, lowered
my body silently to the damp floor. I
entered the hole head first, dragging
and pushing with hands and feet, eager
to get quickly into the open. Almost
before 1 realized the possibility, my
head and shoulders emerged into the
outer air and 1 hung suspended over
a rock ledge, staring blindly down in
to the unknown depths of a ravine.
The ledge itself was barely wide
enough to afford foothold, yet I suc
ceeded in creeping out upon it, and
then in standing upright. The shoul
der of the hill was sufficiently steep
and high to shut out all view of the
log walls of the church, while below
was a black void, out from which
arose the faint splashing of distant
water. Hut the church itself must
have been lit up by this time, for a
reddish glow of light tipped the bank
above, and bridged the dark ravine.
The rock ledge extended to the right,
a fairly smooth path, and 1 followed it
cautiously, finding no other available
passage. It led gradually downward,
until it seemed to merge into a beaten
track, running (iiEpqtly soot 1l through
a tangle of underbrush not far above
the stream. The way was intensely
black, yet not difficult to follow by the
sense of touch, while the incessant
roar of ttye nearby water blotted out all
sound from above. Once I heard the
crack of guns, but they sounded at a
distance, and looking up, 1 could per
ceive the red reflection on the trees
lining the bank far above. Hut for
these 1 was plunged in a black soli
tude, through which 1 must grope rnv
way, each step liable to plunge me
into uncertain peri! A hundred yards,
two hundred, and the trail swerved
more to the right and began to mount
upward, zig-zagging among the trees
Slowly, cautiously, my head arose
above the crest and the moon, just
peering out from behind the edge of a
cloud gave me glimpse along the level
plateau.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
i
With Nature's Weapons,
To the right of where I lay was the
outline of the church, the windows
alight, several blazing torches, bobbing
about within, revealing passing fig
ures, although the distance was too
great to permit any sound of voices
reaching my ears. 1 he rear door,
however, stood wide open, and a con
siderable body of men were grouped
there. Straight across from me, a
squad of horsemen were moving north
ward. and a single rider was spurring
rapidly between them and the eliureh
The grove of trees where I was to
meet Nichols and Noreen was to the j
left. It was dark and silent, a shape
less shadow, and the forest growth
of the ravine extended far enough
over the crest to hide my approach.
Satisfied that no searching parties ,
were nearty, ! advanced swiftly along
the edge of this fringe of trees, yet '
ticking every precaution. ’Twas well
1 did, for suddenly the horseman
swerved and rode straight toward me.
through the moonlight. I sank down
into the brush, revolver in hand, and
waited. Once he stopped, and called
out something; then came on along
the edge of the wood, walking his
horse slowly. The rider was not a sol
dier, but beyond that fact, evidenced
by lack of uniform. I could make no
guess as to his identity, although 1
believed him one of CowaVs guerrillas.
A gun, poised and ready, forked out
beside his horse’s neck, and he leaned
forward in the saddle, peering into
the shadows. A few feet beyond me,
he “suddenly reined in his horse, and
called again:
“That you, lieutenant?”
A single figure seemed to emerge j
from among the trees—a mere shadow,
formless and silent.
“Yes; who are you?”
“Kelly—Dean told me you were
here; the damn fellow has got away,
and the gurl with him.”
j "How do you know?”
“We’ve looked over every dead body,
the wounded and prisoners, and
searched every inch of the church—
they’re not thar, sir.”
“By God! Where could they have
gone! They were there; he was any
how. for I heard his voice. Did you
talk with any of those living?”
"There ain’t many ter talk ter The
Reb leftenant is a goin’ ter pull
thro’, 1 reckon, but he’s hurt too bad
ter talk. Enyhow Fox wouldn’t give
me no chance fer ter git nigh him. I
asked a sojer, a young feller, an’ he i
sed Wyatt an’ the gurl wus both in
thar; he seed ’em together just afore !
we charged. But I’ll be damned if
they’re thar now.”
Raymond muttered something, a
smothered oath no doubt, and then
burst forth:
“Well, good God, man! They are
both flesh and blood. If neither are
there then they must have found a
way of escape. We had every side of
the church guarded so a mouse
couldn’t get through in this moonlight
—I saw to that myself.”
"There were no guards on the east ”
"Because there was no room to post
any. The church walls are on the edge
of the ravine; Cowan said there were
none needed there.”
“Wall,” insisted the other, half
angrily. “I didn’t think so neither, no
mor’n Anse did; but 1 reckon that’s
whar we made a mistake. Them two’s
skedaddled, an’ thar warn’t no chance
We Meet Again." I Said Coldly.
fer 'em enywhar else. Thet’s plain
’nough, ain't it? 1 don't know nuthin’
’bout what’s thar, fur 1 never ain’t
been 'long tliet edge, but if them two
i ever got out inter thet thar ravine
j fhev’t^t; thar ye^ (er thar's no way
leading out ‘cept along thcr trail yon
der.”
“What trail? Where?"
"llac-k thar, 'bout a hundred feet. 1
reckon—an ol' hog trail thet leads
down ter the crick. Thar couldn't
nobody cum up it without yer soein’
'em from here.”
“And so you think they’re down
there yet?”
“Sure; 'less they got wings they
couldn’t a come up no other way.”
The lieutenant strode forward, and
grasped the rein of the horse. I couid
see him clearly now, the moonlight on
his upturned face.
"Then we’ve got them, all right,” he
asserted, a new confidence in his voice
"You know the way down, don’t you
Kelly?”
“Hell, yes; I hid out thar fer six
weeks onct. They call n the Devil's
E’en, an’ I reckon tain t a bad name
neither.”
"Ail right then; I’ve got three men
here who’ll go with you. That will
be enough. I’ll stay up here, so if tin
fellow slips by I .1 nab him. Jones— i
all of you come here. Come, Kelly,
there’s a hundred dollars in this for
you.”
"By God! It’s worth it, fer some
body’s liable ter get shot.” He rolled
out of the saddle, but with evident re
luctance. “I reckon I’ll let one o' them
sojers go ahead. Yer must want thet
Keb powerful bad, leftenant?”
i do,” grimly, "dead or alive."
Three other figures joined them;
they were on foot, but 1 couid see the
guns in their hands, and the gleam of
buttons in the moonlight. Raymond
spoke swiftly, pointing with one hand,
but his voice was lowered so the words
did not reach me. No doubt lie was
briefly explaining the plan, and giving
orders. Kelly added a gruff sentence,
and then the whole five tramped past
me, the lieutenant leading the horse,
and Kelly coming so close to where 1
lay 1 couicl have touched him with an
extended hand. Scarcely venturing to
breathe 1 watched their passage along
the edge of the bluff, until they halted
at the point where 1 had come up the
trail. They remained grouped there
for a moment, talking earnestly; then
the shadow formed distintegrated, and
Rawmond and the horse alone re
mained distinguishable. 1 knew the
others had disappeared in the black
ness of the ravine, and that they were
destined to search its depths in vain,
for what little trail i might have left
in my crawl upward could never be
deciphered in that darkness. 1 waited
motionless for what 1 believed to be
ten minutes, anxious that the fellows
get far enough down to be safely be
yond earshot. At first 1 could hear
them slipping and stumbling along the
steep, stony path, b it these sounds
grew fainter and finally ceased. The
lieutenant led the horse back a few
, yard8, and fastened his rein securely
to the limb of a tree; then took bis
own position within the brush shadow,
where he could watch the head of the
trail. From w here I crouched I could
no longer see the fellow.
I had no thought of going on and
leaving him there on guard. Not only
did I feel an overwhelming desire to
punish the man for his treachery and
insolence but I wished to gain posses
sion of the horse. Such an opportunity
as this was the gift of God, and 1 was
only too eager to accept it. The wide
plain in front of us was deserted, the
cavalry troop having disappeared. Tin
glare of torches had disappeared from
within the church, which was now a
mere shapeless shadow in the moon
light. My vision did not extend to the
road in front, but there were sounds
indicating that the Federal forces
were either going into camp, or pre
paring to resume their march. Satis
fied that my own way was clear. I
crawled out to the edge of the line of
brush, and arose silently to my feet
To reach Raymond I would have to
pass where the horse was tied, and to
approach on hands and knees would
be liable to frighten the animal. Trust
ing that the lieutenant’s whole atten
tion would be devoted to the trail, and
that he would anticipate no approach
fr-m behind, I w alked straight forward
and laid hand on the horse’s head. lie
smelt, of me curiously, but made no
ncise, and, looking across his back, I
could dimly perceive the man a few
paces beyond. He stood erect, his
back towards me, perfectly motionless,
his entire consciousness concentrated
on his guard. I stole forward step by
step, noiselessly. I was actually with
in reach of him before some sense told
him of my near presence, and he
wheeled about only to find a leveled
revolver staring him in ttie eyes.
"We meet again," I said coldly, “and
it seems to be my luck to hold the
cards.”
iou! uooa t;oa: i tnougnt—
“I know what you thought, for I was
within ten feet of you when you talked
to Kelly. Hit up your hands. Ray
mond! Yes. of course, but don't at
tempt any play—I only need an ex
cuse to hurt you."
He glared at me savagely, yet his
hands went up, although I could see
him glance backward over one shoul
der into the darkness cf the ravine.
"You might make the jump ” 1 said,
drawing a revolver from his belt, “but.
*o my best judgment there is a hun
dred foot sheer drop right here, and it
would damage you some to take it.
3ee,” and 1 tossed the weapon over
the edge, and we heard the sound as it
struck on the reeks below. "1 guess
you’ll not try that trick. And so you
want me so badly you offer a reward,
dead or alive? Isn’t it rather my wife
you want?”
"1 don't believe she Is your wife.”
“Not after she gave you her word,!
That 1s hardly complimentary to the
lady, lieutenant. However 1 haven't
any reason- ty i)e jealous of you.—No
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reen knows you too well by this time;
you proved yourself a treacherous cur
in Lewisburg. Now turn around!”
There was no other weapon In his
belt, and it never occurred to me that
lie might possess another secreted in
his jacket; nor did 1 realize the des
perate hatred of me which gave him
reckless courage. What to do with
the fellow obsessed my mind; I pos
sessed nothing to securely bind him
with; I could not leave him free, nor
had I any desire to take him alcng
with me. He settled the problem him
self. Suddenly, his arms above his
head, his eyes on mine he kicked
viciously, the heavy shoe striking my
wrist, sending the revolver I held
spinning into the grass a dozen feet
away. \\ ith almost the same move
ment he was tugging at his jacket
pocket. 1 saw the gleam of steel, and
gripped his Angers just in time; my
other hand, numbed by the blow dealt
me, was, for the Instant, useless, yet I
struck him with my elbow full in the
face. I had no grip that would hold,
yet it tangled the revolver in the folds
of cloth so he could not draw, and,
"ith a snarl of baffled rage, he tore
tiis Angers loose, and clutched at my
throat with both hands. Rack and
forth we swayed on the very edge of
the ravine, kept from plunging down
into the black depths by the interven
ing fringe of trees, savagely contend
ing for the mastery. That he was a
trained athlete, acquainted with every
wrestler’s trick, I knew in a moment,
yet this gave me Utile tear—tar ttvli
was to be a fight, tib wrestling game
Strong, quick, agile as the man was
I never doubted I was his match, and
as I felt strength come back into mj
hand, and realized that I could clenct
it again, I felt coldly confident. Once,
twice, I drove my knuckles into his
exposed face, compelling him to loosen
grip, and throw up his hands in pro
tection. And then I had him; not that
he was devoid of skill as a boxer—
I Stared Down at Him, Panting.
Scarcely Realizing What Had Oc
curred.
sooth ho possessed tricks of defense
unknown to me—but his was the pro
fessional knowledge of the West Point
gym, while I had graduated from the
rough school of the camp; where he
had trained for points, for fancy mill
ing, 1 had fought to win against des
perate opponents. The difference told,
for 1 beat him down, caring nothing
for what blows reached me. so that l
smashed in through his guard, and
landed. Again and again I feinted with
my right, and drove my left straight to
the exposed jaws. 1 gave him no time
to cry out, to even catch a full breath.
There w as no sound to be heard a hun
dred feet away. ] became a machine,
grimly determined, a desire to punish
throbbing in my veins. He fought cat
like and foul, but I only laughed, and
angered him. I drove him out Into
the open where I could see better. 1
was fighting now, with no thought of
protecting myself, only of hurting him.
1 tried for a knockout, but he blocked
me, clinging desperately to my arm.
1 tore loose once more, flinging him
aside bewildered and breathless.
"Now, Raymond,” I said, “that trick
doesn’t work a second time. Stand up
to it. you coward! You wanted a
fight, and .you, are going to have one.
What! The run again? I guess not.”
He had jerked it mit before I
reached him, but my hand closed over
his—the hammer foil, digging into the
flesh of my thumb, and the pain mad
dened me; he staggered back from
the impetus of my body, and I tore
loose, the iron still imbedded in ray
flesh, and struck him The pearl
handle crashed to the side oT his head,
tearing my hand in jagged wound, but
he went over, dropping to the grass as
if dead. He gave no moan, no sound;
for an instant his limbs twitched, and
then he lay there, curled into a ball.
1 stared down at him, panting, scarce
ly realizing just what had occurred.
An instant before he- had been fighting
like a tiger cat. now lie was a motion
I less, grotesque shadow. Blood
streamed from my 1 acerated hand, and
I bound up the wou id in a neckerchief
stripped from aroui d my throat, hard
ly conscious of tho pain, my breath
steadying, my muscles growing tense.
Then I bent down, :md straightened
the man out, upturning his face to the
moon. He was not dead—there was a
beat to his pulse; but the gash on his
head was an ugly one; he would have
a scar there while ha lived. He lay
like a dead man, his fnce ghastly, his
thin lips drawn back from his teeth,
and seemingly breathless. But for that
faint, barely perceptible throb of the
pulse, 1 would have thought him killed.
And now what? Kell.v, and his fol
lowers, would not be gor e long explor
ing the depths of the ravine—an hour
at moat would take theta over every
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' start than that. There were troops
’ yonder. Pos would never worry over
• the disappearance of Raymond, but
Moran might; and he w.ts in com
mand. There was a squad ot hone
men out there now, beyond the corner
of the church, and riding southward—
they might bo in search of the missing
lieutenant and his three troopers. I
dare not leave the fellow where he
was to recover consciousness, and give
an alarm, or be discovered by others.
There were two things possfble to
do—to roll the body into the ravine, or
bear it with me. The first would be
murder; the second a tax upon ray
physical strength which I might not
withstand. Yet there was no other
way, but to try the experiment.
1 tossed the discarded revolver into
the bushes, and struggled with the
limp body until 1 was able to rise to
my feet with the unconscious mau
dangling across my shoulder. He was
of good girth and weight, but I suc
ceeded In staggering the few yards
necessary with the burden, and theu
hoisted him across the saddle, head
and heels dangling. The horse snort
ed and circled to get away, frightened
at hla unusual burden, but 1 soothed
the animal, and finally he sniffed at
the man's legs, and stood still.
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT ISSUE.
Beef in Panama.
The beef consumed in the Panama
Canal Zone is to be from rattle slaugh
tered there, instead of dressed beef
from the United States. It has been
ascertained that a saving of from 10
to 20 per cent can thus be made.
The Canal supply department has
already begun killing local cattle, in
order to test the quality of meat ob
tainable, and it has further arranged
to purchase cattle in other parts of
Central America, and even South
America, and bring them to the
isthmus for final fattening and
slaughter.
A cattle buyer, assigned to visit
the neighboring countries, will have
his purchases brought to the Canal
and inspected by a veterinary sur
geon to prevent the introduction of
diseased cattle. The latter official is
j already on his way to the isthmus.
Auto Makes Clover Fly.
Coming upon a farmer mowing
clover, L. J. Russell, principal of the
, Towanda schools, heard the man com
plain how near fagged out were his
horses. Professor Russell told him
to unhitch and he would finish the
mowing with his automobile.
Fastening the mower to the profes
sor's automobile, the machine was
| sent speeding around and the big field
was mowed withiu ten minutes. The
mower was run so fast that the clover
w'as thrown in the air in clouds —To
wanda (Pa.) Dispatch to Philadelphia
Record.