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'T'HE first step toward insuring
germination of seeds is proper
planting.
In exceptionally dry weather,
however, even properly planted
seeds may not germinate. It is
advisable in such a case to pre
pare the dry soil for the seed. Wa
ter freely, as though you had a
crop growing. Allow the water to
soak in and when the soil has
good moisture content, begin your
planting. You must be careful, of
course, not to plant in wet, muddy
soil.
Excessive rainfall, on the other
hand, may make the 3oil so moist
as to cause rotting. If seeds hava
not germinated within a reason
able length of time after planting,
a few of them should be dug up
and examined. If rotting 1s indi
cated, another planting must ba
made.
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quire special treatment to assist
germination, numerous flower
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according to Harry A. Joy, flower
expert.
He advises as follows; Nick the
seed coat of lupin, moonflower and
morning glory; remove the tough
outer coating of nasturtium, mo
mordica, castor bean and sand
verbena; soak canna lily, job’s
tear and sweet pea seeds in water
for 12 hours before planting.
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A HaeuteA. tyidUm. Serial
By HAROLD CHANNING WIRE
SYNOPSIS
Jim Cotter, forest ranger, had been mys
teriously killed In the pursuit of his duties.
Gordon Breck, his best friend, takes over
Cotter's job. hoping to avenge his murder.
“Dad" Cook, forest superintendent, warns
Breck that the Tlllson brothers, mountain
moonshiners, are apt to give him trouble.
Before leaving for his mountain station,
Breck buys an outfit and decides to attend
the public dance run by the Tillsons In
Lone Tree. At the dance Breck dances with
Louise Temple, pretty "cowgirl” for whom
he takes a liking. Unknown to Breck, she Is
being courted by Art Tlllson, youngest of the
three Tlllson brothers. Angered by Breck’s
a' ntlons to the girl, he picks a fl.lbt which
en. < Indecisively when someone sets fire to
the nail. Breck and his chief set out for the
mountain station. Halfway, they are met
b\ Sierra Slim, moss-back mountaineer who
Is also In the forest service. Around the
campfire that night, Breck learns from Si
ena dial tracking down Jim Cotter’s mur
derer must be dune cautiously and by de
vious methods. Cook, Breck and Sierra con
tinue their ascent of the mountains. Stop
pii to rest, they sight the Tillsons, re
. turning to their hideaway. Next day. Cook
sends Breck and Sierra In one direction to
repair the telephone line, while he takes an
other Over the campfire at night Sierra
tcil.s Breck more about Louise Temple.
CHAPTER Vl—Continued
—S—
“You’d say Louy belongs here,”
Sierra explained, “because you
found her here. That kid’s a thor
oughbred. Let me tell you. There’s
been four generations of Temples
grazing their stuff on Temple Mead
ow. Then along came a girl and
the old man tried to make her over
into a boy. Didn’t work at all.
Louy went to school and got ideas
about paintin’ pictures and then told
Tom she was clearin’ out, goin’ to
the city and learn more. She did
too, went plumb to New York—
studyin’. 1 seen some of her pic
tures and they’re pretty, sure
enough.
“Then two years ago her old man
got throwed and is crippled for the
rest of his days. Did Louy keep up
her fight with him? Not any! She
ain’t scrappin’ a fellow when he’s
down. That’s why she’s back here,
ridin’ range the way Tom has al
ways wanted her to ride. But the
poor kid! God, I know she’s given
up everything!”
Breck sat with thoughts flashing
back to reconstruct their meeting at
the dance. Again he heard Louise
say, “I hope we Rubes haven’t dis
appointed you.” Now he began to
realize her meaning. He had taken
too much for granted that night.
“Will she be up here?” he asked.
“Yep; with the drive on the fif
teenth.” Sierra’s gaze speculated
upon him for some time. Suddenly
he said, “You know, you ought to
marry that girl! Yes sir, you two
would mate right well.”
Breck laughed. Sierra’s putting it
like that gave him a queer start.
He shrugged to pass off the feeling.
“What about Art Tillson, Slim?”
“That’s a fact. She favors him
some.”
“Can you tell me why?”
“God knows. Unless she thinks
she can help him. Art’s in the
wrong corral.”
From what Breck had seen he
considered young Tillson the same
sort as his two brothers. He said
•o.
“You haven’t studied ’em
enough,” Sierra asserted. “Ain’t
none of them three alike. Jud, he’s
a flghtin' man and don’t claim to be
nothin’ else. I can’t help but admire
that sort. Hep, he’s the skunk.
Sneakin’, low-down in every way.
Art’s just a kid, and if he had a
chance he’d make a good straight
cowman. He don’t know it himself.
Right now he struts around and
feels important as part of the Till
son gang, but there's something un
der all that. Look at his eyes,
close, next time you come together.”
For an hour Breck lay back on
his saddle, while Sierra Slim, talk
ing on, looked deep into the lives of
mountain folk and saw there traits
that they themselves might not un
derstand.
They reached the end of their line
at Kern River, and swinging back,
turned toward headquarters station
byway of Sulphur Creek.
Most of the return line was badly
down, delaying them past the allot
ed week. It was the twelfth of June
when they rode into headquarters.
“Breck,” Cook said over the table
that night, “you can figure on mov
ing to Rock House day after tomor
row. That’s the fourteenth, just one
night ahead of the cattle drive. Si
erra stays on patrol here. Tomor
row the Kern Peak lockout will be
coming in. You and Slim will pack
him to the top.”
It was a lean-bodied man with
iron gray hair that rode into head
quarters the next morning astride
a government mule and leading two
packs.
“Hello, Donny!” Cook hailed him,
then introduced him to Breck. “This
is Donaldson, the man who spots
fires for you to fight. You’ll cuss
him out plenty before the season
ends!”
Donaldson swung from his mule.
Breck looked into eyes as cold and
keen as steel bullet points. The
man had a hermit’s brown expres
sionless face, and his voice was thin
from long disuse. “Howdy,” was his
only remark.
He prospected on the desert. Cook
had explained, spending the winter
there alone, and each summer came
onto this even more lonely lookout
post.
CHAPTER VII
There had been some thunder dur
ing the night, and as Breck threw
back his tarp at dawn, a storm
threatened south over the country
into which he was to move. A cloud
curled through the morning sky like
a black fist with forearm resting on
the eastern summit. It expanded
quickly. Pink flashes played on the
upper side. By the time he had
wrangled up his animals and was
ready to pack, that one cloud cov
ered the whole range.
“Sharpen u? your axes and in
spect your tools first thing,” Cook
advised him. “There’s fire up yon
der, though this is pretty early for
lightning to strike us.”
Breck’s start was later than he
had hoped. Ascent was slow. At
noon he ate in his saddle, pushed on
until he crossed the divide, and
about three o’clock halted to scan
the new country.
It was not an inviting area. From
this view it was apparently impass
able, except afoot, where a man
must go over the cliffs on ropes and
trust to luck. Yet the Tillsons used
it, and they were not walking men.
Breck unfolded his contour map,
They reached the end of their line at Kern River.
reading the lines that denoted the
meadows and canyons. At Sulphur
Creek was a blank patch marked
‘‘Unsurveyed.”
He thrust the map impatiently into
his pocket. Time was too short to
day for a ride very far down, but
then, gauging with his eyes, he
picked up a transverse ridge that
left the bank of Sulphur Canyon a
short distance below its head, and
turning south dropped toward Rock
House. It looked like an easy route.
He could explore a little of the coun
try down there, then follow the ridge
back to his main trail.
Goof objected. Breck took a loop
of the lead rope around his saddle
horn and snaked him. Soon they
were sliding from the summit on a
long swale of* loose rock. Upon
reaching the canyon he entered
abruptly into twilight.
Presently he came to a small,
yellow-crusted pool. A little further
on a waterfall blocked the canyon
bottom, forcing him to dismount and
lead his train to the next level. When
he mounted again. Goof suddenly
threw up his head and faced the
opposite bank, ears pointing. Breck
let himself back to the ground.
He stood tense, watching across
the hollow of his saddle. Nothing
showed in the pines. Only a far
off roar broke the silence. It sound
ed like another waterfall, yet it
grew louder, approaching from
above. Abruptly a new note joined
in; a wail that rose and diminished.
Black clouds resting on the canyon
top began to flow like a river down
between the walls. The roar in
creased, though muffled still, as if
all the winds of the heavens were
penned behind great doors that were
about to be swung wide.
Again Breck raised himself to his
stirrup. The sharp crack that sound
ed instantly might have been the
first charge of thunder, save for
the whine past his head. He dodged.
The lead rope burned through his
hand as Goof reared. Custer lunged
with him. They broke away togeth
er, bucking at their packs as they
raced down the canyon.
Kit showed his mountain breeding.
He lowered his head and stood mo
tionless as Breck leveled his gun
over the saddle and aimed at a rock
where he had caught a flash of fire.
But that first shot was not repeated.
Their trail was distinct for half a
mile, but soon rain broke in spouts
and after that he rode by chance,
hoping to find his mules in a meadow
or halted with lead ropes tangled
in down timber. He saw nothing
until, having descended to a shelf,
he found a white patch cA Goof’s
tarpaulin. Nearby was one small
hoofprint.
He followed on. Black night came
before he passed a growth of year
ling pine and glimpsed ahead the
open space of a meadow. He dis
mounted, tied Kit and continued on
afoot. Where trees ended and grass
began, something sharp struck his
arm. He leaped back, gun drawn,
then realized it was the barbed wire
of a fence.
That meant a pasture and perhaps
a cabin. He was rain-soaked; the
wind now was close to freezing. De
ciding to leave his horse hidden in
the trees, he moved on alone. Half
an hour of feeling along the fence
brought him to a corral. Beyond
loomed a small log house.
It was deserted; even from where
he stopped he could make out the
door swinging on a loose hinge. Yet
he approached with gun ready and
stood near the casement before
peering in. When he struck a match
the room showed wet and empty.
In the flash of light he looked into
all corners, then to the ceiling.
Small logs placed across the beams
formed a loft that dripped with wa
ter from a poor roof. The whole
place was flooded, but offered shel
ter from the wind, and there was
an iron stove at the further end.
Suddenly he paused in his search.
Something in the wind? Its moaning
had changed. He stood motionless
in the dark. Then the sound came
again. Hoofs thumped on the sog
gy earth.
He judged two animals. It might
be his packs coming toward the
meadow. But then above the splash
of rain about the cabin, he heard a
man’s muttering. Instinct carried
him a step closer to the door, away
from the confining walls. Then he
halted. The thud of approach out
side was too near. Another muffled
voice joined the first.
Though the tones were indistinct,
he could guess the owners. This
was Tillson country. That shot
awhile ago told plainly enough what
had brought them out tonight. He
glanced to the loft and reached up
instantly as a dim shape moved
out there in the dark. Tumult of the
storm covered the noise as he
sprang, caught one log, and drew
himself across the others that
formed a crude fldur. Face down
to the cracks, he lay for a breath
less moment while the thud of
horses’ hoofs ended and a man came
in below.
Bell Presented to Illinois Church by
King of France Towed Up River by Hand
Closely associated with the early
history of Illinois is an old church
bell, cast in the year 1741. It was
presented to the congregation of the
Catholic church at Kaskaskia by the
king of France. It required two
years’ time for the bell to make
the journey from France_to Illinois.
It was shipped to New Orleans, and
from there it was towed up the
Mississippi river by manpower, the
men walking along the river bank
and pulling by ropes the raft con
taining the bell.
The historic bell, whose mellow
tones were the first of the kind to
be heard in the Upper Mississippi
valley, weighs 650 pounds and is 22
inches high. One side is ornament
ed with the royal h • s of France in
relief. The other sure bears a cross
and pedestal, the top and arms of
the cross terminating in grouped
fleur delis. The bell also carries
the following inscription in French:
‘‘To the people of Illinois country
for their adoration.”
Since its arrival at Kaskaskia
nearly two centuries ago, writes an
Ava, 111., correspondent in the St.
Louis Globe-Democrat, the bell has
served under the flags of France,
England and the United States.
This one spoke abruptly. “He ain’t
here yet.”
Reply came in a low mutter from
beyond the doorway. “We can wait.
Let’s get in out of the rain.”
Breck knew this last was Jud Till
son.
CHAPTER VIII
The horses thumped on again.
Presently there sounded the creak of
a corral gate being opened and
closed. Then both men returned to
the cabin.
“Hell of a night,” one began. “He
ort to be here. Ain’t no--”
“Shut up your grumbling and rus
tle some wood!” This was Jud
again.
The other tramped out. Tne cabin
was as quiet and dark as if deserted.
Breck peered through the crack be
tween loft poles, knowing he was
within a yard or two of the man
down there, yet could see nothing.
Clumping of boots returned. Wood
crashed down. Stove lids rattled.
A match flared and soon after that
the room was flooded in red light,
for the men left a lid off and warmed
their hands over the open flame.
In a moment, when they took off
their hats, hanging them to dry on
pegs behind the stove, Breck had his
first full look at Hep.
His head was bent a little, but his
face was clearly revealed in the
firelight. Dark hair fell in strings
over a flat, narrow forehead. He
had the same thin features as the
other brothers, yet weaker than
’'theirs, with a loose, puffed-out
mouth.
Both men stood through a time of
silence. Hep spoke first, sullenly.
“He ortn’t keep us waitin’ like this!”
Jud said nothing
“Maybe he ain’t goin’ to come at
all,” Hep persisted.
“I told him to,” Jud answered.
“Yeah, but Art’s gettin’ damned
independent these days. He needs a
good handlin’.”
“Whatever Art’s getting is none
of your business,” Jud said evenly.
“And if any handling is to be done,
I’ll do it. See?”
Hep’s gaze shifted before his
brother’s. His loose lips opened,
closed. He glowered as he rolled a
cigarette.
Rain leaked down upon Breck’s
back, trickled along his sides and
fell through the logs where he lay.
Not much of the stove’s heat came
up to him. His outstretched arms
grew numb.
He was certain that more than an
hour passed. Jud and Hep smoked,
stamped their feet, said nothing, un
til abruptly Jud threw down his cig
arette.
“Cover the stove!”
The lid slipped over the hole. In
stantly the room was dark. Breck
heard the men move outside and
took advantage of that to shift his
body.
Soon a low whistle came from the
distance.
Jud spoke from c'ose beyond the
door. “All right, Art. We’re here.”
He and Hep returned, followed in
a moment by the brother who
pushed back the stove lid as they
had done, swung the rain from his
hat and hung it on a peg.
“Well,” Jud asked at once, “did
you?”
“I stopped him—yes.”
“What do you mean—‘stopped
him’?”
“Just What I say. I turned him
from Sulphur. His packs broke loose
and God knows where they led
him.”
“You dam’ fool!” Hep cut in.
“You didn’t get him?”
Breck saw Art’s young face, red
above the stove, harden in scornful
lines. “I ain’t shootin’ in the back,”
he sneered. “Like you do!”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Doubtless one of the most dramatic
events associated with it occurred
on the night of July 4, 1778, when
Kaskaskia was captured from the
British by Col. George Rogers
Clark.
Because of his small force, Clark
i was compelled to terrorize the citi
zens of Kaskaskia and they were
made to believe that a horrible fate
awaited them. On the following
| morning a mournful farewell meet
i ing was held in the church, after
which several prominent numbers
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cause. In his memoirs Clark states
that this announcement turned sor
row into great joy and an elaborate
celebration was held. On this oc
casion the bell pealed forth “long
and loud.”
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