The Syracuse Journal, Volume 6, Number 1, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 1 May 1913 — Page 3

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SYNOPSIS. At the beginning of great automobile race the mechanician of the. Mercury. Stanton's machine, drops dead. , , al l" e youth. Jesse Floyd, volunteers, and is accepted In the* rest during the twentyfour hour race Stanton meets a Stanger. Miss Carlisle, who introduces herself. Int Mercury wins race. Stanton r®®**'.® flowers from Miss Carlisle. he ignores. Stanton meets Miss Carlisle on a train. They alight to take walk. _a nd train leaves. Stanton and MIS 2. £ a X„ follow in auto. Accident by which santon is hurt is mysterious. F loyd. at luncn with Stanton, tells of his boyhood. CHAPTER V. (Continued.) . Stanton gasped. Where had his memory been, not to recall the name of Floyd? A .multitude of confused recollections rushed across his mind, of that famous manufacturer and racer for sheer love of the sport, of the superb cars he had built, and of his death in a railroad wreck, the previqus year. “He tied me in his car,” continued Floyd, with a shadowy smile, “when I was too young to.be trusted t,p hold on. ’lf you are going to take my Mechanician’s seat, Jes,’ he said to me, ‘you have got to do my mechanician’s work.' And by the time I was fifteen, 1 could. We used to race with the chief car tester, for combination training, on a mile practice track around the factory. 1 held the. wheel myself at seventy-five miles an hour, before I was seventeen. And he took me with him, as a spectator, to every big race here and some abroad. Os course he was training me to take charge of the manufacturing business with him. not for racing myself. But, somehow affairs went wrong. When he died, eighteen months ago, everything collapsed and 1 found nothing left. The factory itself is tied up in a lawsuit; I may get that out of the ruin; buildings full of silent machinery I have no capital to use, and no heart to sell.” There was a pause. “I wonder,” Stanton mused slowly, “why you volunteered to act as my mechanician that night?” Floyd’s gray eyes flashed to meet his, all his color and animation rushing back. “Because I love the racing, I love it,” he answered, impulsively frank. “I, I’ve got my father’s blood in my veins and the frail physique of a useless girl —can’t you see how they Cght? The very smell of exhaust gas makes my > heart jump and pulses tingle. Besides, 1 bad watched you often. I couldn’t see you put out of the running. Then. I was tired of—” he checked himself sharply. “Ought we • not .to go back on the course?” Stanton rose, signaling the waiter. “You saw me through that difficulty,” he acknowledged. “But, you said this morning that you had a sister; I wonder ycu stayed with me for the season.” “My sister understands,” Floyd explained; he had risen also, and stood for a moment beside his .chair, his unseeing gaze bent on the .ground. “She knows that I was not brought up to live woman-fashion. I wish, if ever you hear anything of me that you do not like, that makes you feel differently toward me, I wish you too would remember that I was reared by a man to live among men and missed all that women teach.” Stanton regarded him in an astonishment at once indulgent and ironic. “I’m not likely to hear anything of you that will shock me very badiy,” he dryly returned. “Do you think I am a gentle girl; myself, Floyd?” “Not so you could notice it,” sprang the prompt opinion; the candid gray eyes laughed put of their short eclipse. They went back to the course together. Tire next two hours were spent in repeatedly circling the ten mile course in .ten minutes) a reasonable practice , • gait, from Stanton’s point of view. On the last trip he and Floyd disagreed , over a question of mixture, and came up to the repair pits quarreling vigorously, exciting the interest of all beholders. “If I don’t know when a motor needs more gas, Fll go take a correspondence course,” was Floyd’s last retort, as he slipped out of his seat. • “It’s running like it never did before, and you’ll Jet it alone,” Stanton sent the definite order after him. The witnesses grinned at one another. “Say, Floyd, that’s a fine big brute of a machine you’ve got there,” complimented the broadly amused George, as the young mechanician went by him. “It sure is,” came the cheerful agreement. “Yee. But it’s nothing to the brute of a driver you’ve got.” Floyd paused to glance back. “Det my driver alone,” he advised. “Stanton and I understand each other all right.” “Then you had better quit racing before you’re demoralized,” jeered the other, and turned to find Stanton had f come up behind him. There was nothing said, Stanton went on as if he had not heard. • But he carried with him the discovery that it is the perfection of comradeship to be able, to quarrel without bitterness. There was a tan-colored automobile drawn up opposite the exit, when he emerged. “Mr. Stanton,” summoned a lowtoned. smooth voice, from the car; Valerie Carlisle leaned out, extending a small hand. ’ She was the consummation of cool daintiness and repose. It was impossible to meet her beautiful, concerned eyes without yielding admiration, at least “I have been waiting here for an hour,” she informed him. “I am so .distressed that my car should have hurt you, I shall reproach myself so

rmuch if anything happens to you tomorrow because of your strained arm, that I wanted to ask you about It myself. A weakness there might kill you, might it not?” “It might, if It existed,” he confirmed. “But the strain does not trou ; ble me. I deserved to pay more severely for such stupid carelessness.” She did not avoid his keen gaze at all. yet somehow failed to impress her sincerity. “It was an accident,” she deprecated. “I suppose you just forgot. Frankly, though, I wish you were to drive a Duplex or an Atalanta, tomorrow. I do not like the Mercury, it is so often in wrecks.” “It is faster than either of the others,” Stanton defended, yet moved in spite of himself by her anxiety for his safety. “I am also obliged to admit that it is not responsible for any of our mishaps, so far, at least; I lead it into trouble, myself, sometimes.” Her long, fair lashes fell; she tapped her fingers nervously upon the door panel. “If you could not race, who would be likely to win, Mr. Stanton?” “You are taking it for granted that I will succeed— I easily may not. But without the Mercury, probably the Duplex or the Atalanta on this long road race. On a track, I would choose the Italian cdr.” ’ She listened attentively, then smiled. “I am such an amateur; I do not half understand. I have come with an invitation from papa. He wishes to consult you about auto tires, those for your next race, and he hopes you will dine with us, this evening." Thoroughly surprised, he promptly declined. “Excuse me to Mr. Carlisle; I must get ready for tomorrow. Moreover, it is for the Mercury company to discuss tires, not for me.” Her small mouth set, she drew aside her shimmering skirts. “We will decide that on the way—l will put you down at your hotel, at least.” “Miss Carlisle, I am just from the course; 1 am not presentable.” “That for me to say,” she reminded. “Pray do not refuse all my requests.” Almost under compulsion, Stanton entered the car. He could have fancied her breathing was quicker; she gazed at him with so singular and disproportionate a triumph as almost to startle him. Without waiting the chauffeur’s movement, she ..herself slammed the door of

Valerie Carlisle Leaned Out Extending a Small Hand.

the car and snapped the handle, keeping her eyes upon Stanton. “I thought you would come,” she murmurbd; half under her breath, “and you will dine with us.” CHAPTER VI. Missed. The most agitated man in Lowell, on the race morning, was the assistant manager of the Mercury company. And there was a maddening irony in his situation. At a quarter after-rten, fifteen minutes before th© first 'car was to start, the Mercury stood ready, with, in his place, the trim, khaki-clad mechanician, concerning whose possible desertion Mr. Green had spent much worry. But the driver, Stanton the unfailing, was missing. In the midst of the gay hubbub of the scene, the Mercury camp was on the verge of frenzy. “You’ve telephoned to his hotel?” inquired Floyd, no less troubled because quiet, as Mr. Green came up wiping ’his brows. "Telephoned! I’ve telephoned to every hotel in the town, to the police, to —to every one. He went to his hotel and dressed for th* evening, after be left here yesterday, and went off in an Atalanta automobile with some confounded woman; that’s all I can

learn. He never came back to the hotel, at all.” Floyd’s slender brown hand shut hard on the edge of the seat, his lip curled slightly. * “A woman?” he repeated, his mercilees young voice st t'ging. “They say so—and 4 as soon have thought of Ralph b’fanton getting drunk.” “You’d better phone to the insane asylum," advised the mechanician, and turned his back to the whole affair, watching the brilliant spectacle before him with scornful gray eyes. Five minutes passed, ten. The first car was called to its station. The Mercury had drawn fifth in the lottery for place. Just four minutes before the starting hour, a taxicab bowled furiously across the crowds, came to a jerky stop at the edge of the course, and opened to emit its passenger. “Stanton! ” hailed his manager, choking with exasperation and relief. “Stanton, for Heaven’s sake —where — what—” “Sick,” the driver flung at him, springing across to his car, from which Floyd slid out to give him entrance. “Mask, gloves, you others.” “Sick?” echoed the unbelieving Mr. Green, amid the flurry of preparation. “You, you sick?” Stanton, in his seat, turned a colorless face toward him before clasping on the mask. “Sick,” he reiterated explicitly. “Are you ready, Floyd?’ ’ The Mercury drew up to her line on exact time. And in the moments while the cars in front were being sent away. Floyd found an opportunity to put a question. “You have been ill?” he coldly asked. “Acute indigestion; I’ve been in a doctor’s office since nine o’clock last night.” snapped Stanton. “Did you think I was lying to you?” “No. Are you fit to drive?” “If you’re afraid I’m not, get out and leave me.” The signal was given. When the Mercury flashed across the line, Floyd was almost as pale from anger as Stanton from recent illness. The rfice was for three hundred miles, thirty times over the ten mile course with its sharp elbows and steep hills, and was expected to take some six hours of continuous driving. The strain was not light for the pilot at the wheel. - - For the first hour there was no incident out of the usual. Floyd attended strictly to his work and Stanton drove rather more sanely than usual. But at the beginning of the second hour, the rear of the Atalanta car came in view through the fog of dust ahead; the Atalanta, which had started four minutes in advance of them Stanton sighed with grim satisfaction, and speeded in pursuit. “Turn ahead,” warned Floyd, at his ear. (TO BE CONTINUED.) NOT DRAWN FROM FLOWERS Perfumes Today Are Extracted From Almost Everything but Seemingly Natural Source. There are few perfumes today that cannot be made from chemicals, synthetically, as the chemists call it. Formerly all perfumes were extracted

from flowers, fruits, spices, woods ot other vegetable and animal sub stances. The first perfume to be imitated was vanilla, in 1876. Heliotropine followed, but obtained by oxidation of a by-product of camphor. Terpinol is on© of the most free!) used Constituents of perfumes. This is a near relation of turpentine. With this a little oil and aquafortis a chemist can produce a perfume that can scarcely be distinguished from those exhaled by the lily of the valley, lilac and Cape Jessamine, varying accord ing to the proportions in which the chemicals are blended. Artificial violet is a combination ol citrol (an essence extracted from lem on), Indian vervaine, or lemon verbena. with common acetone, a sub stance very like pyroligneous acid. No chemist has been able to counr terfeit musk, but & synthetic perfume called musk is made from toluene a by-product of benzine and coal tar. This Is changed to a complex carburet, treated with azotic and sulphuric acids. Is diluted and sold aa musk. Most of the cheap perfumes are imitations and they are almost always inferior to the flower extracts. So it might properly be said that it is t wise flower that knows its own perfume.

IN THE WOOLSACK How Jones of Nebraska Wore Out the Lord Chancellor of England. By PERCY KEBLE. Lionel Jones kissed her who had been Lady Elizabeth Blount. “At this very instant I am In contempt of court,” he said, and she who had been Lady Elizabeth whispered back; t “Wouldn’t you like to be in contempt again, Lionel?” • Mr. Jones duly complied. And lest the susceptibilities be shocked, let it be said that they had. beeri married ten minutes before in the office of the registrar. Strand, London, England. “Oh, dear!” sighed Mrs. Jones, “If only Reggie could guess how happy we are. I’m sure he would relent and let you marry me.” “But 1 have married you. darling,” said Mr. Jones. “Yes, but Reggie can clap you into prison for it until I’m twenty-one, and that won’t be for fully two years. Or else until the government goes out of office. And Reggie says they’re so popular over this new law for the free feeding of tramps that they’re sure to remain in office that long.” “Reggie” vias none other than the earl of Masterton, lord chancellor *f England. Lord Masterton, upon the woolsack, in full bottomed wig, presided over the aifgust debates of the house of lords, was a very imposing personage indeed. As lord chancellor of England, keeper of the seal and of his majesty’s conscience, he was an integral portion of that fine- old institution, the British Constitution. But Lord Masterton, in private life, was a stout, jolly old gentleman, with a ’'inchant for punch. And the British Constitution had made him Lady Elizabeth’s guardian. Because Lady Elizabeth’s parents had both died and the most diligent search had failed to discover anything resembling a will. Wherefore, her property, being large, the lord chancellor had become her natural guardian until she attained her majority, or a new government brought into office a new lord chancellor. And it was quite certain that Lord Mastertcn would send to prison any American salesman of agricultural implements, haling from Nebraska, and calling himself Jones, who presumed to marry his guarded circumscribed treasure, Lady Elizabeth, before she attained her minority. “I m going straight to the house of lords and let him,” said Mr. Jones. “No, dearest,” pleaded his newly mad? wife. “Leave it to me. I’ll find away. You know Reggie is very fond of me. The thing to do is to ■break it gently.” “But 1 did break my intentions gently,” said Mr. Jones despondently. “I stopped his cab and got in and told him who I was and what I wanted. And he threatened to call a policeman.” In fact, Mr. Jones had not been very tactful on that occasion. He had met Lady Elizabeth at a fancy dress ball to which he had somehow obtained a ticket, had fallen head over ears in love with her, and met her in the park next day, proposed on the third meeting, and was accepted on the fourth. And then he had tried a short cut to success. He stopped Lord Masterton's cab in a crowded street, and the conversation that ensued was something like this: I The Lord Chancellor (waking out of a snooze —“Eer —um —as your lordship was saying with reference to this measure before this house—er—hello! Why, bless me, who the deuce are you?” f Mr. Lionel Jones-—“ Sorry to be so unceremonious, lord My name’s of Fairfield, Neb., very good family, staunch Presbyterians, don’t drink, or chew, smoke in moderation, love your ward, Lady Elizabeth, want to marry her.” The Lord Chancellor—“ Help! Help! There’s a crazy man in the (Exit Mr. Jones at a run.) “I "know it’s hard, dearest,” signed Mrs. Jones. “But we’ve got to part. There’s no help for it. But I’ll get the opportunity within a day or two, and then we’ll be happy all our lives.” On the ext morning tie received a letter from his bride. “I don’t know what tc do, dearest.” it ran “I have spoken' to Reggie, and he absolutely decline to let us get married or to have anything to do with you.” "j > low and sa. nothing if you see me,” Mr. Jones wrot? back. “I’m going to wear him out. I ha-.en’t sold agricultural implements five years for nothing." Parliament adjourned the following week and Lord Masterton went to Scotland to shoot grouse. If there was one thing he prided himself upon, it was his marksmanship, but he was getting old and lethargic, he sadlyadmitted, and he was not so quick as he once had been. In brief, having ensconced himself behind his butt, he placed his gun by his side* and settled himself for a snooze. Bang! Bang! he heard at his side, and started up, gun in hand. A covy had flown over him, and two birds plumped down at his side, a whirring mass of feathers. Beside him stopd a stranger, clapping his hand enthusiastically. “Bravo, sir!” he said. “That was the finest sho; I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t have hit those birds in fifty years.” “Birds? Did I hit those birds-?” inquired Lord Masterton. “Why, 1 thought I had been dozing. “You were, sir, and that’s the remarkable thing about it,” answered the other. “You seem to have known by instinct just when they were coming, jumped to your feet, aimed your gun, and brought them down with the best shot I’ve seen in years.” “Dear me. you seem to be a very intelligent man,” remarked the chancellor. “Are you one of the beaters?” “No, lord, I sell agricultural machinery,” answered the other. “My name is Jones —Lionel Jones. And, while I’m about it, I want to speak about your ward, Elizabeth. We love each other —” But even Mr. Jones was not proof against the fear of a double load of shot in his legs. As the lord chancellor seized his weapon, he took flight

swiftly, leaving the old gentleman mopping his forhead. The lord chancellor was so upset by this incident that he cut short his visit. The return journey to London is, as all bfaow, a very tedious one At Chester, just when the old gentß* man had fallen into a doze, the guard entered the compartment in which he sat alone. “Tickets, please!” demanded that functionary. “Eh?” stammered the lord chancellor. “Why, I handed in my ticket at Durham.” “None of that talk!” replied the guard roughly. “You’ll pay or get off the train.” “Why, you, fellow, do you know who I am? I am Lord Masterton!" cried the old gentleman indignantly. “You don’t say!” answered the guard. “Well, my name’s Jones. I want to marry your ward. Come, lord, excuse my little trick, and tell me jus why I can’t. We love each other, and —” “Help!” yelled the lord chancellor, pulling the bell which communicated with the engine-driver’s cab. The train slowed down, but before the frightened trainmen could learn the cause of this summons, Mr. Jones, his hat and coat stowed away in his suit case, was seated in his own compartment, a typical tourist, reading the Daily Mail. On arriving at his detination, Lord Masterton sent a telegram to nis ward, summoning her to his housp. On her arrival he cross-questioned her with some shrewdness and, discovering everything except the marriage, he prompt4y packed her off to a finishing school in Paris. The load chancellor’s word is law-, and there was no escape, but before departing, she contrived to have a moment’s interview with Jones. “You go, honey,” he said, hastily placing himself in contempt again. ‘ Before Christmas we’ll be sitting down to the old gentleman’s table, as thick as three peas together.” Mrs. Jones, having implicit confidence in her husband, obeyed him. And this brings us to the last seen© of th? drama. Scene: The house of lords in aut’tmr session. Occasion: The vote upon the enactment of the tramps’ x ceding act. If this measure i§ rejected, it means a dissolution of parliament, with the possibility of th© government’s defeat. Lord Masterton, slumbering peacefully upon the woolsack, presided over the decorous debate. Lord Winterbury was upon his feet, urging the rejection of the measure. “As 1 was saying, and as I repeat, my lord,” he said, addressing the unconscious form upon the woolsack, “this act means ruin to our farmer, destruction to our industries, and th© degradation of our country from a first-class power to a poverty-strick-en waste. I —” “Sit down! ” exclaimed a strident voice from the woolsack. The lord chancellor, hearing these words, issued apparently from his own lips, opened his eyes and gazed upon the startled lords. “I beg your pardon, my lord,” replied the lord chancellor blandly, and turned a little in his seat to ease his position. And then, to his horror, a voice hissed in his ear. “Keep quiet, as you value your reputation. My name is Jones. I want to marry your ward. May I?” The lord chancellor sprang to his feet, and instantly the debate ceased automatically. The leader of the opposition came hurrying up, anxiety upon his face. “Your lordship is net feeling well today?" he asked solicitously. : “Oh, very well,” replied Lord Masterton, sinking back, and the debate proceeded. "Don’t try that again,” hissed th© voice in his ear. “I’ve got your voice down pat, and I can make you say anything I choose. I can have you put into a sanitarium with half a dozen words. Do you get that, lord? Now, may I marry Elizabeth?” “Where are you ?” groaned Lord Masterton under his breath. “I’ll tell you later, lord. Listen! May I have Elizabeth?” “You’ve got me, anywfcy,” muttered the unhappy lord chancellor. "Yes, my lord. Pray continue. You were remarking that the passage of- thf| tramps’ feeding act meant ruin—Go on. Mr. Jones.” “My name is Jones. I :ome from Fairfield, Neb., and belong to the Presbyterian church. 1 don’t use liquor or chew, and am a member of the Knights of Pythias. My salary is SB,OOO. not pounds. I get a raise at Christmas. I love your ward. Give her to me, or I’ll—l’ll wreck the British Constitution.” “God blpss you both,” murmured Lord Masterton, “But tell me where you arc.” “In th' woolsack,” Mr. Lonel Jones answered. (Copyright. .913. by W. G. Chapman.) For the Open Fire. Many people who love an open fireplace and a wood fire consider it suctf an expensive luxury that they use the gas log as a substitute, even though they mucl) prefer the real fire. And logs are expensive and hard to buy. too, is one purchases them from a wood or coal dealer, but if one buyn a loa<| or two of joist ends from the contractor when he has finished that part of his building he will be very glad to sell them for two or three dol lars a load and will often give them away for the hauling. These joist ends make fine firewood and will b« mostly of a proper length for one’s fireplace. But any that are too long can be sawed or chopped., the right length at very small expense, and the price of hauling will furnish one with an ample supply of firewood for several months. Any builder or con tractor ie glad to get rid of these odds and ends that are only in his. waj during the rest of the time he is put ting up his houses. Foiled. Sponger (meeting acquaintance)— Hallo. Smart! Oh, 1 say, do you believe dreams go by contraries? Smart —I do. Sponger —Well, I dreamed last night that 1 asked you for th© loan of >I(J and you refused. Smart —Then that proves my theory; you are not going to ask me. Good day!

IffIHMIONAL SwrSoiooi Lesson (By ]?. O. SELLERS, Director of EvenDepartment. 'lJie Moody Bible institute of Chicago.) LESSON FOR MAY 4 JOGEPH INTERPRETS DREAMS. LESiSON TEXT—G.-n. 40:9-23. GOLDEN TEXT—“The breath of the Almisbtv giveth them understanding." Job. ;2:8, R. V. In teaching this lesson we must not overlook the intervening events which ire ether illustrations of the truthfulness of the biblical narrative in that the sinful failures as well as the successes of families and of chosen inlivid mis are presented. Joseph began life In Egypt as a serf. Potiphar, who bought him, was the (hies marshal of the empire, th© iord ugh executioner. What Joseph’s feelings must have been we are left io infer, but we believe he accepted his lumiliating position with resignation and resolved to adjust himself :o his new environment. Thus it was that Potiphar found in Joseph an honjst servant. Joseph served ten years, years of constant promotion, when he encountered the ordeal related in chapter 39. Crime and Sin. The breaking point had to como when he exclaimed: “How can I do this wickedness and sin against God?” Sen. 39:!). A crime is committed igainst a man or against society; the same act against God is a sin. Joseph s only safety was in flight (v. 12). to parley would have meant defeat. Between the ages of seventeen and thirty. Joseph lived a life of slavery tnd imprisonment. But God was with him and his faithfulness was rewarded by being promoted to the position of warden. “Our'religion should recommend us. therefore itself, to thos? who have to do with us.” > (Mac(areii). Joseph has been referred to as “the optimist.” not as one wh© believe s that alt will come right, but that all is right now. S( much byway of introduction. The lesson proper divides itself natural y into two divisions: I. The Chief Butler's Dream, vv. 9-15. As we have seen Joseph’s purity of life and loyalty to God had brought upon him the bitter hatred ?f a i unprincipled woman (cf. 2 Tim. 5:12), but as we shall see, the sequel was his exaltation. (See Matt. 5:11, 12.) By inference we are led to beLieve that Potiphar had not altogether believed the story of his wife, else he would have exercised his right as an official, also as a slaveowner, and summarily executed Joseph. But Joseph had one friend from whom he could not be separated. (Jehovah. 39:21.) In the providence of God two men who stood neajrer the King in th© discharge of their duties than did Potiphar are brought into close contact with Joseph. It was through one of these men Jacob was afterwards given his opportunity which ted to the salvation of many, including those of his own families. (Esther 8:1, Rom. 8:28, Ps. 76:10.) How little do we suppose Joseph realized that his kindly acts to his fellow sufferers would be the stepping stones of Ms release from bondage.. In this Jos(ph is another type of Jesus of whom it is recorded that he came to min ster. not to be ministered unto. (Matt. 20:28.) An Enlightened Age. lie cannot of course lay the same emphasis upon dreams today as at the time of Joseph, nor is there need of such revelations from God, for we live in the enlightened age of the Holy Spirit and ever have easy access to the word. But trivial as these dreams may have seemed. God was using them to change the course rf of history. Verse seven gives us an intimation of this, also a hint of Joseph’s heart of compassion and sympatt y. Had Joseph been a selfish man. slow to notice the sorrows of others.and still slower to make any endeavor to relieve their suffering, he .would have missed the very opportunity God intended to use in the effect ng of his escape from prison. It is vrell to notice, however, that Joseph was equally quick to acknowledge God as the source of wisdom and blessing, (v. 2, Jas. 1:5.) It was perfectly natural for the chief butler to dream of his daily duty before the king; so it was that God usee this natural thing as the means of bringing a supernatural revelation With God is no beginning nor ending of time, and. a miracle to us is simply God precipitating or hastening those natural processes which to u s are measured by a human measurement of duration called time. Joseph also saw in this dream the hand of God in its possible relation to himself (v. 14), “have me in thy remembrance . . . and bring me out of this house.” R. V. Nor did he doubt the outcome of God’s revelation to the butler. Joseph rested in his integrity (v. 15) through all of these trying experiences. H. The Chief Baker’s Dream, vv. 16-2?:. This dream also was connected with the dreamer’s avocation in life hence along the most natural lines . Again Joseph’s cherished conviction produced by his own dreams induces him to offer an interpretation of tie baker’s dream. Had he lost this conviction due to the circumstances of the hour or questioned the validity of God’s revelation or that he was a called man in God’s plan, he vrould not have attempted any interpretation. Again we emphasize the fact that dreams are of a negligible value in this present age. They usually come from poor digestion or else a sinful tendency to worry. They have nothing of the divine about them. (Set Eccl. 5:3, Jer. 23:28.) We have a butter revelation from God. his word; ar© we familiar with it? It is foolish for us to put any dependence upon dreams today. Joseph’s interpretations which came from God were fulfilled, yet the butler forget*

Street Ethic* in Chicago. ▲ law has been enacted in Prusata which makes it a prison offense fat <ny one to fail to answer a cry foe help or to go to the rescue of a pes» •on in danger when it is possible to 4o so without endangering one’s ows Ute. Such a law would not be amis* tn Chicago. Not only ethics, but orUnary decency and manliness are to* frequently forgotten here. Let a thug assault a person in the street and th* majority of men who happen along. Instead of going to the assistance ot the person assaulted, will scurry away »o ap not to be dragged into the affair.; Let a person be injured by a street ear half the people who witnessed th* accident will rgjyse to give their names to be called upon as witnesses l»y th© victim. Whether all the ethics of citizenship can be enforced effectively through laws and ordinances may be doubted, yet, the legal declaration of some primary duties would help to develop a conscience in such matters now apparently sadly lacking.—Chicago Tribune. JUDGE CURED, HEART TROUBLB. I took about 6 boxes ot Dodd* Kid* aey Pills for Heart Trouble from which I had suffered for 5 years. I bad dizzy spells, my eyes puffed.

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Judge Miller.

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Saskatchewan Your Opportunity isHOW Saskatchewan, iv Woßteirn canß<tß I I’o yon desire to get a I 4dSp;9RSFree llomesiead of 160 L__jataE3KawSWCMM A Clt ES of that well known Wheat Land? C x The area is becoming more limited FD'i2£> JC® «d but do less valuable. NEW DISTRICTS have recently been opened cp for [Mm i”JiM settlement, and Into these railre Itv &SSI roads are now being built. The t£ Iff rvWsa day will soon come when there j will ke no M!g tod &£* KomeeteadtaK Li® 'isn?®| . A Swift Current. Saskatchewan, iSS.o'sry ' fanner writes: "1 came ou my VaCAuJ3a>'i-sl homestead, March 1906, with about hrST WMgll *1.060 worth of horses and machlnI JXjjMas! ery. Rn<l J ust Ka *o cash. Today 1 > ■..JaStltH have 9uo acres of wheat, 300 acres JiI'.WJsjKSKJH of oats, and 60 acres of flax.” Not, '®lh -/X5K> JI bad for six years, but only an inii *tance of what may bo done In P?ti it Western Canada In Manitoba. 1 Saskatchewan or-Alberts. IEKJFffIK4I . Send at once for Literature, Map*. Railway Rates, etc., to w " ® ; NETHERY, R®BMa! tlgdtßbSltK Btpfl., ToteSe, Okie,* .jji -»• 1 w T ™ , ' u<lb forwUut Bldg.,liuUaaapMto Canadian Government Agents, or address Superintendent of Amrulffratioo, Ottawa, CaarSa. 11l ■ ■ Cabinet makers, aaschln* ar;i ~dhca hands, wood EN O £ 11Ks U flnls.herH, sheet metaU and • “ plate workers, enameier*. •teady employment, good wages. THE HAMILTON MFQ. COMPANY, Two Rivers, Wisconsin FOR SALK—I4O A. ALFALFA CO.. OK.: IM a, cult.. 4 a orcb., 1 a. grapes, 2 houses. * r.. ram. outbldgs., stock, machinery, etc.. Adircss F. HELLING, CARMEN, OK., R- A FOR SALE—ABOUT 59 A.. ALL CULT.. Braaolia Co., Tex.; 600 bearing pear tree*, plenty oranges, Ago, peaches and grapes; * r. tottage, barn. J. A. Kastl. Angleton. Texas. FOR SALE—MO A. NEAR NAISBERRY. Cask.. Can.; S4fl a. cult., 4 r. house, barn, out»ldgs.. stock, mach... gasoline engine, eta. Sacrifice. E. V. Purdy. Naisberry, Saak.. Can. FOR SALE—SO A. DACE CO., FLA.; 4 A. tn fruit, 5 r. house, barn, outbldgs., bearing arange grove, 7,000 pineapples, machinery. »tc.: sac. A. D. Matchett, Little River, Ft* FOR SALE—IOO A. NEAR RICE LAKE. IN Barron Co.. Wls.; 14 a. cult., bal. woods: well producing land. If you want a bargala, tddress M. N. Erdap. Rice Lake. Wls. FOR SALE—7*2 A„ ALL CULT.. IN BHERsurne Co.. Minn., near Becker; 7 r. house, sellar, barn, outbldgs., stock, mach., et*t will sac. O. B. Sims, Becker, Minn.. R. *. WILL SELL OR TRADE FOR SMALL farm, 198 a. nr. Marietta, Love Co., Ok.; 1M L cult., fenced, bouse, barn, outbldgs; prise ind terms. W. H. Terrill, Marietta. Ok., R. «. WILL SELL OR TRADE FOR WELL XMeroved fruit ot dairy farm 310 a. near Stock- . holm, Sask.. Can.; 125 a. cult., bal. hay laadi *ll fenced. J. Kurucs. Stockholm. Sask., Can. FOR SALE—IT* A. NEAR DEV ALL BLUFF in Prairie Co., Ark.; 80 v cult., bal. timber, pasture: 5 r. house, barn, outbid**. stock, mach. E. Geisler, Deval! Bluff. Ark., R. L fOR BALK—44O A. IN RUNNELLS AND om Green Co., Tex.; 410 a. cult., bal. gras*, all fenced; * houses, 3 barns, outbldga. eta. Easy terms W. J. Hicks, Carlton. Tex, B. St FOR SALK—MO A. NR. WATSON, BASEL Can.; SO a cult., all tillable. S log houses* granary. M. E. Hufnagel. Asor, Sask.. Caa. FOR SALE—SO A. BEST FARM IN CHEROkee Co.. Kan.; TO A cult., * r. house. 2 barn* autbldga 8. D. Key. Columbus. Kan.. R- 4rOR SALE—I4I A. NEAR TIPPACANOB. Marshall Co.. Ind.; 153 ,a. cult.. S r. bousa futbldgx H. L Eversote, Tippecanoe. lad. FOR SALE—SOO A. NEAR COTULLA. LA Marshall Co.. Ind.; 152 a. cult., 8 r. house, rutbldgs. Bargain. L. B. Gllea Cotulla, Tea. FOR SALE—*l* A. NR. OKOTOKS. ALTA, can.; 140 a cult. 4 r. lea house, good bar*, rut bld ga. T. Johnson. Okotoka. Alta, Car* KR SALE—SS* A. NEAR CARTWRIGHT. n.. Can.; ISO a cult., bal. woodland; <st bouse. J. A. Black. Cartwright. Maa. Osa. FOR SALE—IM A., ALL CULT.. NR. IffOIkula In Mclntosh Co.. Ok.; all fonood. I a house, barn, eta F. Zlgler. Eufaula Okla FOR BALK—SO* A. FREEBORN CO.. MINH. 11* a cult. 1* r. dwelling, barna outbid**. I a orch D. Iwr. Glenville. Mina. R I Lments! WMte we today for our propeottlta* If* free. Ton eaa easily stake big nwmsv. Hr* Heme BelH*c O*. B*x MM. Oassga. UL HEITS