The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 51, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 20 April 1911 — Page 3

Sickly Smile Wipe it off your otherwise good looking sac on that good health smile that CASCARETS will give you —as a result from the cure of Constipation—or a torpid liver. It’s so easy —do it —you’ll see. | 915 CASCARETS JOc a box for a week’s treatment, all dru«rists. Biggest seder | in the world. Million boxes a month. . fl fill I LU tlon, Inflammation, Constipation. Bleeding or Itciting Piles, write for free trial of Positive 'tABNE Y, Auburn, Indiana. ' Thompson’* Eye Water WHAT DID HE MEAN? JL) City Man—Grow all your own vegetables, I suppose? Farmer Grouch —Most of ’em. We get some cabbage heads from the city. How Sea Birds Drink. Under the headline, Where Do They J Get Water? a writer In the Young Folks’ Catholic Weekly says: “When I was a cabin boy I often used to wonder, seeing birds thousands of miles out to sea, what they did for fresh water when they were thirsty. One day a squall answered that question for me. It was a hot and glittering day in the tropics, and in the clear sky overhead a black rain cloud appeared all of a sudden. Then out of empty space over a hundred sea bir£s came darting frond every direction. They got under the rain cloud, and waited there for about ten minutes, circling round and round, and when . the rain began to fall they drank their ; fill. In the tropics, where the great sea birds sail thousands of miles away from shore, they get their drinking water in that way. They smell out a storm a long way off; they travel a hundred miles maybe to get under it, I and they swallow enough raindrops to I keep them going.—New York Trib- I une. Grouch Still With Him. When Brown died he left an old I friend living, by the name of Jones, who always had a grouch. After Brown had been in heaven some time, he met Jones just coming through the gate, and as the newcomer did not look as happy and contented as he should, Brown asked him what was the matter. “Well,” Jones,said, “I got my feet wet coming across the river Styx and caught a nasty cold, broke my left wing and have to carry it into a sling, and my halo don’t fit worth a darn.” Getting the Worst of It. ’’Bliggins isn’t very lucky in driving bargains.” “No. He says he can’t even change his own mind without getting the ; worst of the deal.” REASONED IT OUT . And Found a Change In Food Put Him Right. A man does not count ds wasted the time he spends in thinking over his business, but he seems loth to give the same sort of careful attention to j himself and to his health. And. yet j his business would be worth little without good health to care for It A business man tells how he did himself good by carefully thinking over his physical condition, investigating to find out what neieded, and then changing to the right rood. "For some years I had been bothered a great deal after meals. My food , seemed to lay like lead in my stomach, producing heaviness and dullness and ’ sometimes positive pain. Os course this rendered me more or less unfit for business, and I made up my mind that something would have to be done. : “Reflection led me to the conclusion ; that over-eating, filling the stomach with Indigestible food, was responsible for many of the ills that human flesh endures, and that I was punishing' myself tn that way—that was what was making me so dull, heavy and uncomfortable, and unfit for business I after meals. I concluded to try GrapeNuts food to see what it could do for me. “I have been using it for some months now, and am glad to say that I do not suffer any longer after meals; my food seems to assimilate easily and perfectly, and to do the work for which it was Intended. *1 have regained my normal weight, and find that business Is a pleasure once more—can take more Interest tn it, and my mind is clearer and more alert** Name given by Poetum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to WellviUe,” in pkgs. “There’s a Reason.” Ever read the above letter! A aew one appears from time to time. They are aennlne, true, and full of human Interest.

(/) STORY (\J 8 I'l I Miss Selina Lue ’ M anp th e| Soap-Box Babies By Maria Thompson Daviess d* Illustrations by Magnus G. Kettner | l t s t j | Copyright 1909, The Bobbs-Merrill Company. CHAPTER I. Ethel Maud Sews Her Thumb. “If grown-ups would jest chaw one another’s good luck, they, could get a i heap of satisfaction from It." —Miss Selina Lue. “Miss Seliny Lue! Oh —Oh —o— ho, Miss Seliny Lue! Boo —boo —hoo “You, Bonnie, honey, quit crying this minute and tell me what the matter is. Come here and let me see!” And Miss Selina Lue made a grab for tne j grief-contorted youngster who was j dancing with excitement in the gro- j eery door. “Nov*, where is the place? > Put your hand where you hurt if you ' can’t say it!” “Oh —ho —ho, ’tain’t me a-tall! It’s . ' Ehel Maud, and she’s sewed herself : i in the sewing-machine and pa’s cus- \ sing something orful and ma’s sick to her stomick. Please, ma’am, come quick and git her out!” “Lands alive!” said Miss. Selina Lue | as she reached with one hand for a i sunbonnet hanging on the wall and pulled the top on the pickle barrel ' with the other.. “Miss Cynthia, honey, ca../t you stay here for a few minutes until I can send Mr. Dobbs back to I tend the store? And whatever you do, ■ don’t let nothing happen to the babies iin i the soap-boxes. The red-headed Flarity twin has been trying to turn hls’n over all morning; watch him. i Please hand me that turkey-tail duster hanging over there on the wall, while I straighten out my water waves. They ain’t nothing like burnt feathers or hair to bring up them that’s in a faint, : and I never go without ’em to burn.” And after a quick glance into her little bedroom mirror, Miss Selina Lue ’hurried down the street, leaving an i uncertainty as to whether the turkeyI tall or her own soft waves were to be •acrificed in the cause of resuscitation. ‘‘Gracious me, Miss Seliny Lue, who’s hurt now ?”* called Mrs. Kinney from her side door, standing with a hot flat-iron dangling from her hand. Mrs. Jim Peters also hailed from her kitchen window, but Miss Selina Lue kept sternly on her course, piloted by the sobbing but important Bennie. In the first of the three rooms that formed the Dobbs residence Miss Selina Lue found the pathetic little figure of Ethel Maud hanging against the corner of the sewing machine while Mr. Dobbs, red and embarrassed, stood trembling by the window, and the maternal relative of the young sufferer leaned against a chair, white and heaving. At sight of the deliverer, Ethel Maud gave a relieved whimper and her touseled head fell over on Miss Selina Lue’s bosom, the depths of which were stirred by more than the mere suffering of a pinioned finger, and which took sympathetic note of sweating, masculine misery and white-faced, inefficient mother-flutterings. “Hurry on over to mind the store for me, Mr. Dobbs,” she said with a kind glance at him. “I can git her loose in a minute. And, Mis’ Dobbs, quick as you can, set the kettle on the stove in the kitchen for some hot water to take out the swell. We’ll- be ready as soon as you git back with it.” So, vastly relieved, with one accord the parents disappeared through opposite doors, thus leaving Miss Selina Lue with the limp and whimpering bag > ■ to hold. “There, there, chickle-biddie,” she I crooned to the little white ear buried : | against her neck as she raised the arm and hand and with a quick, dex- ; tepeus turn of the needle released the small >ink thumb. “It ain’t injured much. However did you come to sew your thumb?” “We was trying to see what made the top of It go and she got in the ! way,” volunteered Bennie, who was j : the only member of the family that ; had stood by the afflicted one. Al- i though his distress had been genuine, ! there Is an attraction to ten years in j flowing blood, even though that same j blood be consangineous. “Shoo! that ; didn’t bleed half as much as my toe did last week,” he further remarked. “It did! It did!” wailed the small sufferer, 1 for the first time giving away to the to-be-expected lamentations of one Injured. “Everybody stumps thfey’s toes, but they didn’t ever anybody get sewed up in a sewing machine before." Bennie was ofi the point of arguing the question when he was overtaken by swift retribution for his seeming heartlessness in the shape of a wet > dish-towel that spanked across his shoulders with a sting. “Bennie Dobbs, I am ashamed of you j

fer your unfeelingness to your little sister," cried his mother, who stood in the doorway with a cracked, yellow bowl of hot water in one hand and the towel in the other. “You are just like all men folks, a-trying to make light of the sufferings of women which they can’t none of you know nothing about. Men always look at women troubles oiMen the little end of the horn. There wire Dobbs standing there a-cussing me ’cause my stomick turns at the sight of blood, and him the one to unsew his own children if so comes they need it.” Mrs. Dobbs was still white about the mouth, and the tears were still undried on her red, round, shiny cheeks. She slopped , the water dver Miss Selina Lue’s shoulder and soused one of Ethel Maud’s little pigtail plaits as she handed over the bowl with a sniffle. “There, there, Mis’ Dobbs, you know they ain’t a mite of harm in Mr. Dobbs; and as fer cussin’, looks like that sinful habit is all the let-off a man have got, while a woman can break up dishes, slam the stove lids, spank the children, and make herself a cup of tea to ease her nerves, arfd nobody even knows she’s upsot.” “That’s all very well for a woman that’s as free as you is, Miss Seliny Lue; but a married woman has feelings you can’t never understand, and one of ’em is a cussing husband.” “That’s so, and I reckon I can’t hardly sense your feelings in that case, but if I had a-married, and he had a-felt a cause fc? casing—-There now, she’s done doze off with the soothing of the hot water! Open my bag there and git me that old .linen handkerchief into strips. Don’t take off this rag tonight, and I’ll fix it again in the morning.” Miss Selina Lue laid the relaxed little figure on the bed without causing a tremor of the white eyelids. “Law, Miss Seliny Lue, it do seem a shame you ain’t got ten of your own, you are that kinder hovering-like with them. I shore am sorry for you,” said the grateful mother as she jabbed [ in the dart of her sympathy with a smile. “Well, I don’t know but it’s best as it is,” answered Miss Selina Lue with spirit, “fer you all are so good about letting me help with yours. People kinder grow along towards what they think about; and as I think baby tending a good part of the day, come night I feel like I was the mother of twenty. Mind not to take off that rag until I see it again.” In a few minutes Miss Selina Lue departed and attempted to hasten r I “Gracious Me, Miss Seliny Lue. Who’s i Hurt Now?” Called Mrs. Kinney From Her Side Door. down the street, but was interrupted : at every turn, it seemed. On the cor- , ner she met Mr. Dobbs, whose steps j were faltering towards home. “Miss Seliny Lue,” he said sheep- i ishly, with his face turned away from her, “if it had a-been Ben, now, I could —er —done it; but the little ’un —I —l “Mr. 'Dobbs, 1 1 respect you fer your feelings fer I seep the thought ter help were in your mind, but Ethel Maud is a slimsy little thingyas would > be hard for a man to handle. She is ' asleep, and I expect Mis’ Dobbs have got your dinner ready by now.” “I thank you, Miss Seliny Lue, ma’am, and I do say as how you be the master hand with the young ’uns. I was jest a-telllng Miss Cynthie, who is a-waltlng to see you, that it do seem a pity ” Miss Selina Lue’s progress down the street was resumed before Mr. Dobbs had exactly formulated the regrets he wished to express, but whose nature Miss Selina Lue inferred from experience. But her hurried return to her own affairs was not to be permitted by the anxious neighbors along the path of duty which she had trod so excitedly with Bennie Dobbs an hour -before. Mrs. Kinney had been sitting on the hot stove or curiosity, and her face was determined and her voice was ! compelling as she hailed her i stoop. “Wait a minute, Miss Seliny Lue, I can’t you? Whatever was the matter ! jvith the Dobbses?” she said, draping i herself over the picket-fence as if she i had come to hear the news if it took all morning and all the backbone she possessed to extract it. “It was a bad accident, but it mlghter been worse if she had a-run it in her eye, .though that woulder been hard for her to do unless it had been something like a knitting-needle. A thumb ain’t so much use except in peeling potatoes and sich, as a sorter balance wheel for the rest of the hand,” answered Miss Selina Lue, commencing in the dramatic part of the tale without any unnecessary preamble. “Now. ain’t that like Mary Ellen I Dobbs? I never seen sich a person Per

keerlessness. It’s a wonder she ain't I did it before! It will be powerful awkward to be without a thumb when it | comes to going to meeting in a genteel way with gloves ” “It was Ethel Maud, Mis’ Kinney ; "Ethel Maud? Who ever heard of a child injuring her mother? Miss Seliny Lue, she must have the rabies. Maybe she was bit by a mad dog when i her mother didn’t know it. I reckon I better call my children on this side of the street till I see what happens.” “Mis’ Kinney, ma’am, please wait tilr I tell you the straight of it. Ethel ! Maud sewed her thumb in the sewing machine, and she ain’t hurted bad at j all. In a day or two ” “Well, Miss Seliny Lue, I take it hard indeed that you let me get so upsot over the troubles of one of my neighbors that ain’t anything at all. ! I never expected no such treatment from you that I calls ” Mrs. Kinney put her apron to her eyes and began to “Oh, Mis’ Kinney, honey.” pleaded Miss Selina Lue, with an eager pat on the heaving shoulder, “I wouldn’t hurt your feelings fer worlds. Now, who but you coulder been so kind and thought up all them afflictions fer the Dobbeses?” “That’s jest it,” sooned the friendly one; “I takes more interest in my friends’ doings than I do in my own, and I don’t believe they appreciate it like they oughter, neither. Sometimes they are so cold to me when I ask questions jest outen sympathy.” “Yes, they do, Mis’ Kinney, honey, and don’t you go to doubting your friends, which is a poor thing for anybody to do. When you want to sym- ■ pathize with me I am always glad to git it and cotisidet it a blessed thing to have, whether I need it or not. Sympathy is jest the pure juice of the heart squeezed out fer a friend.” “That’s like you, Miss Seliny Lue, vpatching up people’s hurt feelings and children with kind words and rags. . I was a-saying to Mr. Kinney last night, when he went and got that cough medicine for Luella from you, that it’s a plumb shame you ain’t got a round dozen husbands and children of Oh, must you go? Please, ma’am, don’t fergit to make me another mess of that medicine; she do cough so. come night.” The haven of her grocery door, her i neglected business, and the shade of her own hackberry tree which hung over the front stoop of the store lay in the sight of Miss Selina Lue, when another hail sounded from the other side of the street. Mrs. Jim Peters’ shining face nodded at the window as she .held up a small white bundle and beckoned by waving a tiny red hand. “You ain’t been in to see him fer two days, Miss Seliny Lue, and we’s both gittin’ downright hurt with you,” she said. Mrs. Jim Peters was very, very young; Jim was also young and was conductor on the “’Lectric;” and Jim, Junior, was the youngest of all; in fact was of such a youngness that he was still blushing into fiery red with mortification over his very recent citizenship. Mrs. Jim was in that stater of beatitude which is only acquired by very young things when they acquire other still younger things on which to experiment in the way of flannels and pins and so forth. “Don’t you think he have growed?” she demanded. “He will be four weeks old tomorrow and I have promised Jim to take him fer a ride on the ten-fortj car. He wants to show him to Mr. Hill, the motorman. Poor man, hs ; hasn’t been married yet and we feel !so sorry fer him! Jim said last night, j when I let him hold the baby while 1 got supper, that he jest couldn’t help i but wish that Mr. Hill could have [ something to live fer. And I told him as that was Jest the way I felt abouj ' you, Miss Seliny Lue. It do seem that if ever a woman Oh, please don’t hurry, I want you to see bls feet, how they have growed, and I think if you could set down a spell he might smile like he did this morning!” “Did he show any signs of colic last night, like them squirmings, and draw- ; ing up of his knees?” “Oh, no, ma’am! I put the flannel band you sent over right on and Jim said when he brought it that there never was such a person as you for knowing what to do with a pain in a baby. People might think you had half a Oh, good-by good-by, if you must go! Look, he is kissing his hand to you!” and Mrs. Jim Peters watched her guest out of the gate dreamily. “My! I clean fergot to ask what was the matter with the Dobbses,” she woke up and exclaimed to herself. On the other side of the street, only a few hundred yards away, the cool door of the grocery yawoed and the top branch of the hackberry beckoned in a friendly little breeze. Miss Selina Lue hurried her steps and as she walked she waved the turkey-tall in vigorous encouragement of the tiny zephyr. She was generous of proportion was Miss Selina Lue, tall, broad and strong, deep bosomed, and flashing of eye, though with a spirit of such gentleness that one might almost read as one ran. (TO BE CONTINUED.) The Old Sideshow. "What has become of the captivating mermaid?” asked the visitor in the sideshow, “&e one that was cap- i tured in the depths of the dark-blue ; ocean?” “It’s a sad story,” related the man- i ager in the dusty silk hat as he wiped away a tear. “You see, when we ■ wusn’t looking somebody dropped a handful of salt in the tank and it pizened the poor girl.” How We Gain Most. We gain most not by dwelling on the weak points of our rivals, but by studying their strong points.

I . — I DICTATING | i TO DAISY By MARSHALL COSGROVE John Bleekman alternately frowned and smiled over the letter he was reading. Three times he ran over it I from start to finish before he laid it' l I down and gave his attention to the mass of correspondence that lay on the desk before him. It was a very different letter from the typed commercial communications piled high on i the deek and the faint perfume of the dainty sheet of blue was like a faint 1 memory of Marguerite as Bleekman ; liked to remember her —a flower-llke girl with eyes of the violet blue and skin and hair as white ans as yellow 1 is the daisy for which she was named. Now the blue paper with the embosssd daisy and the faint odor of violets brought her image vividly before his mental vision. She had been studying typewriting, she wrote, and was anxious to obtain the experience without which it seemed Impossible to secure a position, “and it is very necessary that I should do something at once,” she concluded, “because the little money that was left after the crash is going so dreadfully fast. Will you not let me work in your office for nothing for , i few weeks that I may gain experi»nce?" In the end Bleekman’s smiles dispersed the frown and he dispatched a note asking Daisy to call in the morning ready for work. This was igainst his better judgment, but it was the noly way to help her and the note brought back the memory of that summer two years before when winning Daisy had seemed ter be the most important thing in life, and he had been driven from the field only by a combination of an ambitious i mother and a princely title before which he had fled in despair. Now fortune, prince and mother all were gone and she turned to him for aid. He found her waiting for hiria 'when he came to the office the next morning. The experiences of the past few months had left little Imprint in her ■ IPi . v; '!■ \ Wi fßrWwl} wi Three Times He Ran Over It From Start to Finish. face, save that there was a wistful look in the child-like eyes, and the black dress proclaimed her recent bereavement. “It was so splendid of you to give me a chance,” she cried as he entered his private office, and she sprang up to greet him. “When you left Lake Longley so suddenly I was afraid that I had offended you somehow, yeti when the trouble came you seemed to be the only one to whom I could turn.” “I’m glad you did,” was his brisk response. “We’ll soon turn you out an ' experienced secretary. I will ask Miss Mahoney to show you the ropes and I guess that for a time you had better be my confidential clerk.” Daisy beamed her approval of the suggestion, though her eyes . showed disappointment at the abrupt fashion In which Bleekman had dismissed the question of his departure from the summer resort. She followed the brisk Miss Mahoney into the outer office aiid presently she was installed at a desk and was busy studying the ; tricks of a new machine. It was well toward evening when Bleekman sent for her again and with patient deliberation dictated a few unimportant letters to her. He had seen at a glance that she never would become a reliable secretary, but she would not accept charity, and, with tact, he might be able to make her think that she was earning the salary that —had she but known it—was j equal to that of Miss Mahoney, who had spent years in acquiring and who could type a score of letters while Daisy was still puzzling over j her notes. Bleekman had looked forward with nervous dread to the time when he shduld have to dictate, but as the days sped by he came to count upon that half hour at the close of the afteri noon when with Daisy’s dainty self : across the flat-topped desk he dicj tated the fag end of his correspondi ence and dismissed her with a “take i your time. I shan’t be able to sign ! those until tomorrow,” well knowing i that she would require the better part iof the next day to transcribe them correctly. He was glad that there were no partners to object to the extravagance of her salary or to demand explanation as to why an incompetent worker should be retained. Only Miss Mahoney seemed to understand the situation and she was possessed

of the Irish love of romance, so i quietly she helped affairs along with- | out seeming to intrude. But quiet hint and veiled suggestion seemed to be ineffective. In his blind, i masculine way Bleekman did not re- i alize that he was more than ever in j love with the girl. He really believed | that it was merely his desire to help her over a tight place that caused him to correct her letters and slip them to Miss Mahoney to be properly copied, and Miss Mahoney almost de--1 spaired of ever being able to bring her employer to a realization of his feelings. It was Daisy herself who brought about the change. She was having one of what Miss Mahoney mentally termed her “scatterbrain days; ” days when everything seemed to go wrong and the keys of the machine and the pot hooks in her stenographic book fairly danced before her eyes. She was still at the previous day’s work when the call came for Miss Hortqn in the private office. She hastily gathered up her letters and, with > trembling limbs, went into the room that now seemed to be a torture chamber. An excess of nervousness possessed her, and in her eyes there was the look of a startled fawn. Bleekman saw the appeal in her glance and his own eyes made answer, but this Daisy could not see since her own were downcast and she scarcely dared raise them to her book. “There is only one letter tonight,” said Horton with brisk kindliness. “Just take that and type it in the morning.” “Only one!” she echoed drearily. “Mr. Bleekman, do you think that I ever shall be able to take as many letters as Miss Mahoney?" “Miss Mahoney started in when she was seventeen,” he replied evasively. “But I have been here six months now,” she responded. “It is time that I was able to handle all your correspondence. I don’t think that I ever shall be able to earn my living. I don’t seem to get ahead at all.” “You’re doing better,” insisted Bleekman, as he took up the letters she had brought in from the dictation of the day before. “Now these letters—.” He paused abruptly as his eyes fell on the topmost letter, and Daisy, quickly apprehensive of error, sprang to his side. Before he could control his feelings and turn down the letter with some passing remark, she had seen what it was that had caught his attention. The letter was addressed to a corporation. It was begun | “Dearest Jack.” For a moment Bleekman looked grave and with flaming cheeks Daisy "snatched the letter away only to disclose the fact i that the second was addressed the same way. “And who is Jack?” demanded Bleekman. The pink in her cheeks turned to vivid red, and the wave of color dyed ; the fair skin, but she made no answer and could only stand before him in an agony of embarrassment. “Is It someone that you care for?” asked Bleekman. “Do you care so much that you cannot put him out of your mind in business hours?" Daisy nodded assent and Bleekman shrank back as though she had struck him. Even at the moment, he won-dered-that he should care so much, ! but the next moment he knew why, and in her eyes he read the answer <■ to his unspoken question, for her ; mute appeal and the dumb agony in her eyes told him that he was that “Dearest Jack,” and he sprang to his feet to draw her close in his arms. “I’m afraid that you will never be of use in an office,” he said, with a happy laugh, “but I want you very much, little girl—do you want me too, dear?” Daisy could not very well say “yes” with his lips pressed against her own, but Bleekman knew that in the future their relations were changed and the girl would dictate to him. HINT TO PICTURE ADMIRERS C. B. Loomis Points Out Easy Way j to Gain Appreciation of Them by the Neighbors. I’m speaking now to the man who admires good pictures and who perhaps has a gallery of them. Many of your neighbors do not properly appreciate your Corots and your Daubignys and your Constables and Turners. Let us suppose you have a Corot depicting a dance of wood-nymphs. Take your penknife or your wife’s hatpin and stab holes in the hands of the nymphs. Then paste tissue paper of different colors, orange and purple and crimson, behind the holes. Now place powerful electric lights behind these holes and your nymphs are carrying fairylights and you have intensified the interest in Corot. Say you have a Constable in which here it an old English church in a rural landscape that only Constable t could have painted. Illuminate the clock, in the same way and set a chime of bells behind H it that may be set ringing by push-' ing a button. If there is a cow in the picture, contrive to make her moo. Now call in your friends, press the button, light the lights, make the bells chime, and the cow moo and your neighbors will appreciate Constable.— C. B. Loomis in The Delineator. Author’s Absorption. “Has Scribit suddenly gone crazy?” “I think notfe Why do you ask?” “I passed him on the * street this morning and there was such a wild look in his eyes it frightened me.” “Oh, don’t be alarmed. Scribit Is writing a novel and he kills of his villain today. i ■ ' i-

TRAIN LOAD AFTER TRAIN LOAD OF . SETTLERS ARE GOING TO CENTRAL CANADA. The question of reciprocal trade relations between the United States and Canada has provoked considerable discussion and interest Whatever else the discussion may have done, it has brought out the fact that on the Canadian side of the line the agricultural situation is one that forces attention, and it has also brought forth the fact which it is well to face, that on the American side of the border, there is a vastly increasing popular tlon to be fed with a somewhat decreasing proportion of food products. This article is intended to point out to those who may wish to become of those who can raise wheat, oats, bar-, ley, flax, cattle and hogs at the least cost that the opportunities in Central Canada are what they are seeking. During the past year the official figures show that upwards of 130,000 Americans located in Canada, and the greatest majority of these have settled on farms, and when the time comes, which it will within a few years, they will be ready to help serve their parent country with the food stuffs that its increasfhg population will require. The Immigration for the spring has now set in in great earnest, and train load after train load of a splendid class of settlers leave weekly from Kansas City, Omaha, Chicago, Detroit, St. Paul and other points. Most of these are destined through to points in Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta. The reports that come from the different farming districts there are that the spring 13 opening up well, and the prospects for a splendid crop this year are very good. In some disi tricts good homesteads are yet available. The price of all farm lands has naturally had an increase, bfit it is still away below its earning capacity. The immigration branch of the Dominion Government has just published its 1911 illustrated pamphlet, which may be secured on application -to the Department of the Interior, Ottawa, Canada, or any of the agents of the s Dominion Government, whose advertisement may appear elsewhere in this paper. NATURALLY. OH-lCt* lb- r WWW' 7I few UM Jonathan—Silas is dead. Went to ther city ter git a tooth pulled and ther dentist told him he’d better take j gas first. Postmaster —Gave him an overdose, Jonathan—No. After ther dentist told him that he went back ter his boarding house an’ took ther gas himself. An Ambassador’s Nose. An ambassador to Russia, formerly a leather merchant in this country, discovered certain secret processes regarding a special kirfd of leather manufactured there. He would have been looked on with suspicion, had it been suspected that he cofild learn anything erf these methods. But during his sojourn he enough to certain factories to register, through his sense of smell, some impressions with which he was able to work out the formulas when he returned home.— Atlantic Magazine.' Classification. “Sir,” said a‘little blustering man to a religious opponent: “I say, sir, do you know to what sect I belong?” I don’t exactly know," was the answer; “but to judge by your make, shape, and. size, I should say you belonged to a class called the insect.”

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