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the SameOld Backache! Doe* every day bring the same old backache? Do you drag along with your back a dull, unceasing ache? Eve-. ning find you “all played out*’? Don t be discouraged! Realize it U. merely a sign you haven’t taken good care of yourself. This has probably strained your kidneys. Take things easier for a while and help your kidneys with Doan's Pills—s stimulant diuretic to the kidneys. Doan'S have helped thousands ana should help you. Ask your neighbor! An Indiana Case Frank Hasen- - stab, electrician msa-TTw 329 E. Maple St . Jeffersonville, Ind. JBK*ff fcTJwe*. "I often ha aWmaflib sharp catches i my back when MHof-WIJg bent over. M vmL—. back ached C'li im iMtd^’ l \w Ht.ir.tiy and I IMffk 1 X? latn e and sti ff ;*< mornings. My kid- ~ 1 WW? ■ |gdil neys acted too ‘g.'SHFldm* 7 often at times and again the secretions were scanty. I used Doans Pills and the aches and pains left. Doan s put my kidneys tn a healthy condition.” STIMULANT DIURETIC TO THE KIDNEYS Foatet-MUborn Mis- Ctem. Bufiste. N. Y. t /Tomorrow fezAjS Alright KwT V Hl Aeecstsble (■Evn BUB aperient, add* illW tone and vigor to UM* th * creative and I Mwuw eliminative eyvtem. Kffdl Improve* the *PP»" ■KU K*nK ti te, relieve* Sick jieadsebe and Bil|ou»n»»*. cor recta Constipation. ■II ■■ I fir over “y) J wo£a rav ’ SSMfe I Chips off -the Old Block N? JUMKJRtg-Uttlo NTs Ona-third the regular dosa. Made of same ingredients, then candy Coated. For children and adults. ’ — *OLD BY YOUR DSUQQIST—TAe Radio Worm To th* writing beetle, the book- | worm and the bug tluiU eats lead sheathing off the telephone cables we j now must add the radio-set eerwig. I Mr. H. E. Adfthead in the Wireless j World (London) r» ports that so many \ of these humble insects have delighted to crawl into the Jade in his telephone Jack »hat It has been necessary to inirrt a su nll plug iff wl<T t<> keep them out. Some of the insect* . nve been found even Inside the cases of | earphones. Good health depend* upon good MNNtoi I galwtuard your digestion with Wright* In. dtan Vsgttabl* Pill* and you safeguard your health JTJ Pearl »t„ N. Y. Adv. Machine Created Designi The creation «»f designs for textile*, j wall paper and floor coverl.tgs hy mechanical memos Is a possibility of the i near future. This is expected to be . aecomptlshed by mean* of a recently devised projecting machine. which, through It* prismatic and control arrangements. is capable of producing nn unlimited variation of patterns thnt are reflected on a tureen or as otherwise desired, Cutlcura for Pimply Face*. To remove pimples and blackheads smear them with Cutlcura Ointment. Wash off tn five minutes with Cuti- j cur# Soap and hot water. Once clear I keep your skin clear by using them for • dnlly toilet purposes. Don’t fall to InHude Cutlcura Talcum. Advertisement. Palm Sunday The real reason for planting yew trees hi churchyanl* Is in Bcated In an excerpt fr->m Liber Festival!#. < printed hy fasten In 1453, which reads , a* follows: “But for reason that we ! take yew instead of palm and, Qttv* nud carry It In procession; and so is this day called Palm Sunday." Ten ww esa know hew superior '• Dr. Peery"* ''Dead Shot’’ tor Worm* until von haw trUd IV ZTJ Paar! »t., X T. Adv. An Expert Gunner “I understand Colo:,, t J «n« s is a fa-' t.sb>t," “You’re right thnr, stranger! He never falls to git hla man!”—New Or', :ins (!• ■■■■ Just say to your grocer Red Cross Ball Blue when buying bluing. You will be more than repaid by the re suits. once tried always used.—Ad vertisemenL The Costume “Your husband doesn’t went tn care for golf?" "No. He looks terrible In knickerbockers." Recently patented goggle* car. be attached to spectacle* without Interfering with their lense*. Sure Relief FOR INDIGESTION 6 Bell-ahs Bell-ans J 54 AND 75* MCXAGES EVERYWHERE „ LOVE 1 ■ wffioy? SYfuw* | H TMW U a’ u 4QkWn«'.X*caM>t | X to ytv t ttß ■ IjJ sj K t —Fig

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“TURN YOUR HEADSI” SYNOPSIS—In a low drinking place in the Japanese town of Mitaglri, Kaya ma. dissolute son of the wealthy Aochf. Lord of the Thunder Gate, bOaste of a girl he la to purchase (with gold stolen from his father). Folkowing a fight In the place, a drunken white man, speaking perfect Japanese. Is left unconscious. Kayama. dreading hts father's anger, sees away of escape. He changes clothes with the unconscious white man (to whom he bears a remarkable resemblance), leaving a note in explanation. Leaving, Kayama is robbed and slain The white man., as Kayama, t* taken, unconscious, to the house of Aochl. His name Is Robert Wells. Wells awakes bewildered, but to familiar scenes, in Aochl's house, Aocht. almost sightless from age. does not perceive the deception. He had determined his unworthy son should be put to death, but Wells' deportment leads him to think a reformation la possible. Aochl dies that day. Wells finds Kayama * note, and understands. Driest* remind him of a bargain he has made, to buy a girt He goes to th* temple. CHAPTER lll—Continued. “Yoh J" shrieked the eldest priest, hearing the long Indrawn breaths. “Is It not as I said? Is she not a pomegranate flower? Ael! The eyes of l«»llslird jade! The burnished hitlr! Red as a dream sunset. Soft as the mist of the moon. Examine her poise" —eyes sought out the tiny bit. of curvet! neck that promised roun3e«l loveliness concealed below —“who says Kayamu-San is not beloved of the gods?” An old priest cackled. Here was no Japanese woman. It wns not necessary to assume an attitude of politciu *s. “As white as satin," the priest CRUed. carried away In his oratory. “Throw down your kimono, as the sviyo Jin women dress . . . Aei! she <lo«‘s not understand . . ." and. with bis own kimono he demonstrated what was Intendedlot a full minute she gaped «t him. Her eyes were full of pain, so much of anguish was in them that Wells wondered why the gods did not strike them all with a thunderbolt. His face was impassive. His eyes narrowed wjth anger, giving Idin a more Japanese expression. .The girl sobbed, threw up her gleaming head, clutched the top of her kimono, bent her head abruptly for the weight of the cross, uud drew down her kimono The veins in Well*' forehead throlibed, stood out in l»eaded varicosity. What he had cotne for was

IwS I ! ii if k “Yoh!" Shrieked the Eldest Priest. Hearing the Long Indrawn Breath*. -It i* Not a* I Said?plain and ordered. Be stood up grimly. gathering the hissing silk of his rvbes about bim. “The Lord of the Thunder Gate speaks." he said dramatically. “This is his maid. Here," be flung the six roll* of gold upon the temple fluor, so that they cascaded in glPiering whorls. ”scoo|» up the gold. Who Is the lord of the destinies of this rillage? Turn your heads from the maid. It Is not seemly that low eye* behold her longer. Your curiosity I* sated. Consider carefully iu your ceil* that Kayama has. In hi* benevolence, perailtted you to beheld the splendor of his first wife. Consider nothing of her beauties. Or,” he’ wrinkled his forehead. trying to temember what Misako had said. “or. little priestlings, the day may eothe when the lord of your village will descend upon the temple, a* bls forefathers have done.” He paused, eyes Intent upon tbe Aot spots of red to the girt’s cheeks. Then: “Escort the maid to my bouse. 1 will talk to the abbot. “Honorable eldest priest.- Welte said bluntly, “you have tricked me." TM abbot M* *°< UM Wrttf tlou. It wa* not seemly that his priest* ty» shortly, **H4M|fT** -This maid 1* white." <

not white I spoke of that before. She is Eurasian. Chinese blood flows tn her veins." “If she Is Eurasian, why dp yon fear the missionaries?” “They ask question*. There 1* a story.” Poor scared kid. Wells was thinking. She would be far better off in his own household. Safe. He’d find a way to get her back—where? “What is this story, honorable abbot? Where did the maid come from?” Wells waited, then: “1 have asked, abbot.” This was a new Kayama. The priest had heard many stories: of a dissolute rogue, at once penurious and spendthrift, a seeker for sensations. It would be well to conciliate tills newer personality. The temple might need gold again. “You will remember. Kayama-San, that when your honorable father sent you abroad, to the white countries, there was mu<4i fighting. The Japanese took from the selyo-jin country much land, which they themselves had taken from China. It thus becomes yellow again. “A troop Os our soldiers, led by a noble whose name is ... of no importance, captured a Chinese family, who had succored fleeing Germans. In the family was this maid. Good. The noble- hat! her sent to Japan, to this house. Her white skin was distasteful to him. He condemned himself. “Her paleness would arouse qtiestions, for this noble lived in a large town, where missionaries resided. He did not like the maid. Sell her? None found her pleasing. “Then, this maid wrs educated, by her Chinese father, in a seiyo-jln mission. after the habits of white women. Some missionary might know her. Thus the noble feared. Feared investigations. and official frowning* upon the affair. “He owed this temple gold. Wo agreed to take the maid as payment. We did so. We would have sold her to the highest bidder, awaiting an opportunity. It came? You have. her. It is all very simple." "She Is very beautiful," Wells said. “It is good that she has the saving Chinese blood that she may be a maid in your house." (he priest agreed. “It saves her. that is certain.” Welts agreed, with different meaning, as be stepped out Into the temple yard. The .peace of his room was grateful to him. lie threw back the screens and the scented air from the garden flowed in. Back In the house he could hear whisperings and gigglings. A word drifted to him. Laughter. The servants were arraying the Eurasian in her finery. Her hair had been adjusted to serve as a nimbus for the fairness and sweetness of her face, the held In place with curious ornamental combs, and shot through with long fine pins of gold ant! tortoise shell with cunningly carved beads studded with dull jewels. “We must hurry,” the old servant directed. “The lord will be impatient. He will walk from garden to house, from house to garden, now here, now there. He can hardly - await her coming.’’ Wells, truly, found the waiting unbearable. Unseen, as he had been shuffling back and forth over the flat stones that marked the path*, the long shadows slowly blended Into one soft darkness. Within the house lanterns were lighted, and little tables were prepared for the marriage feast. The servant found him tn the garden. “She will not come. Kayama-San. And we cannot talk to her.” “I will go. It is not according to custom, but I >will go. I understand some words of the seiyo-jln language, as you know.” He strode down the long corridor, head erect, and entered the single open room. Arrayed in her finery, burnished hair thrust through and through with Jeweled pins, the girt sat on a silken cushion, alone. Os what u*e to resist? If only she could speak to thl* demon . . . explain . . . the first 3 tear, forerunner of more to follow, splashed on the matting, and so Wells found her. His eyes ached. Tired! The day was long, and be approached the climax to strange events. He’d explain quickly, that *he was safe with him; safe from him. That he would assist tier to return to her people in China. He knelt before her. If she were only white. He was lonely. Some one to talk to—some one of hi* own kind. Some one to make him forget the blt-

Man Who Hates Flowers Cornered by a Woman

“Persons who love flowers." complained the mun who doesn’t says a writer tn the Ntew York Sun and Globei “are the most inconsiderate being* in the world. “I hate flowers, you knew. I loatbe and despise ’em. Maybe Fm depraved, but that’s my honest taste. I try to like themb but I cant. Looking at them isnt so bad. but I detest the smell of them; it make* me sick. “But does anybody think of thi* who happen* to have flowers? Let some women get flowers to their hand* and Immediately they begin sticking theta into the nose* of everybody to sight and demanding to know if they aren’t the sweetest things ever. It doesn't do any good to try to wriggle away or hold your head back or turn your cheek into

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terness of the past, that weiied up u. bim. That white, friendly finger* might touch the bead which ached so. And—he bad a yellow woman l “I have been in foreign countrte*.” Weils said slowly, and unheeding her look of surprise at his Engttsh word*, went nn: “I am told you understand English. L also." He pronounced with Infinite care, each tetter *T” ilk* The girl gasped, tried to apeak; cot tected herself. Wells, waiting, heard the women about the cooking-fires: a mumble of voices, then the old serving woman’* shrill, "He ha* gone to ber! Toh! Were I but young again r Well* would have continued, to reassure her, but the giri looked at him with hope pregnant In ber eyes, and words flowed from ber in a frightened, metallic stream. “Please —please" *he whispered, "don’t . . . touch me. . . please . . . can’t you see . . . don’t you understand . . . you wouldn’t want me ... 1 am all white . . . all white . e . yoo wouldn’t want me . .." CHAPTER IV It now becomes needful to go back some twenty years before the God of Chance ordered the course of Robert Wells to fall into strange ways. Thert must be foundation: it was laid in the home of Doctor Wells, missionary, in the little village of Takusakl. many leagues from Mitaglri. Here, and then, Bobble-San Wells, despite the constant reminders of Misako, bls nurse, preferred making the M FT Rah jVW .iMpgyTOg “You Wouldn’t Want me. ... I’m All White—All White. . . . You Wouldn’t Want Me—" temple court his playground rather than the inclosed family garden. This was natural. The garden had been uprooted of its single wtld-peach tree, whose blossoms, in the early spring, gave off an odor thin as that which clings to the silk of a forgotten robe; Doctor Wells’ mind was firmly set upon a “space to remind him of the austere and godly home which he had left behind” and the peach tree was Ultra-Oriental. Thus, tn season, snap dragon and canterbury bell wonk* burst from the rain-soft ground In al promise of erect stern splendor in the summer solstice: a promise never fulfilled. for the long spikes gave birth to nothing save a trickle of puny flower and early found disgrace upon the baked ground Small wonder that the child played l»etween the long walled courtyard of the Shinto temple where the grass was tall; where trees on either side interlocked their mt>ss-grown arms above him; beshadowtng the way; where the bird* sang and butterflies sought out the dancing, slanting sunlight. Misako had more than love for the boy: added to the strong affection was an Imperious sense of the importance of Bobbie-San’s missionary father. Was he not an homured aarvant of Hlm-thnt-l<»ve*-little-ch!ldrea. for love <»f whom Misako had fled her position tn the household of the Lord of the Thunder Gate, her people and town and province? True, Misako did not understand many things about Him: it wa* said (and Doctor Wells did not deny) that He was the son of * carpenter. zlow, then, could a god . , . but Misako. simple in faith, believed because she l»eiieved. If it were wrong to bow before tfie flowering peach tn the garden (before an ax found the trunk) when every one know* that the blossom* are the visible sign »ent by the Six Goddesses to tell that they assure good luck for the coming year, why did Doctor Wells worship the pine tree (lacking fir or spruce) which each winter season be set In the main room and a<lorned with ornaments which must, Misako figured, be prayers offered the Carpenter’* Son? She did not understand. It was *ll very strange. Can you guess how it I* that Kayama, the impostor, is able to carry out his roi* *o success fully? <TO BE CONTINUED.)

the flowers instead of your nose. Those women can alm at a pair of nostrils ten feet away and never miss. “You hold your breath to selfrdefense. Your poor nose you permit to lie in the suffocating mess for what you consider a reasonable length of time. Then yon withdraw it smiling, and murmuring that they certainly are the swefl/jrt things ever. You Just start to breathe again, and then the woman thrusw thoaa obnoxious growth* right smack at your noae again.”—New York Sun and Globe. Said * lawyer to adftri—ng th* court. “If thi* argument la not dear, your honor. I have another that ia equally conctoatv*"

Just 3. Litt!©/ /-) L Oi ALL BORN IN IRELAND An Irishman was being cross-ex-amined in a case of ussaulL ■ “Did the prisoner strike you with malice T' “He did not have wan, sor, so he struck me wid his fust.” After the court had recovered, counsel proceeded: “Where were you born ?” “Oireland." “Yes. but what part?" “What part, begorra! The how! at me. av course.” Relatively Safe Customer—Do you guarantee the safety,-of this razor? Salesman — Absolutely. There’* never yet been a fatal accident reported from its use. Carry On! “Pardon me. but that umbrella you are carry—” "Is It yours?” “Well—er —I had It before you did." —American Legion Weekly. BUT WERE NOT WASTED 6 i ; I “What do you suppose became of al) the young men’s arms when they re turned from the great war?” “Most of ’em went to waist." Proof of It “Man wants but little here below”— This we will not deride. Remembering all the men we know Who are self-satisfied. Slim Chance* John (reading paper)—Here's a burglar escaped down a water pipe. Jaek—Gosh! He tnust have been skinny. THE DOUBLE INCENTIVE Friend—Now that you’re a daddy you have a great incentive to hard work. Newpop—Yes. a double incentive— It’s twins. » Another Theory The earth with steady motion turns. There is no way to stop. So, now and then, mankind discern* The underworld on top. Carefully Thought Out “Mother,” .said Bobby, “can I be a preacher when 1 grow up?" “Os course you may, dear, if you want to." “Yes. I do. 1 s"pose I’ve got to go to church ail tny life, anyhow; an’ it’s a good deal harder to sit still than It I* to walk around and holler.” Callous “Why such a fine city hall for Piunkvilie?” “F<»r posterity." “I’m willing to vote for ninety-nine- • year bonds.” "Huh?” "Let posterity pay the bill." ■lngratitude So you won the SIOO prize for * slogan to boost your home town. Wha* are you going to do with the money"" “Use it to mpve away!" The Wherefore “Why do you call that man General r “He used to keep a general store.” Then the Row Started Mr*. Snappy—l had the dentist extract that tooth today. Snappy—Happy tooth* Mrs. Snappy—What do you mean* Snappy—lt is now out of reach of your tongue. Ams a Chair to Stand On . “There’* a mouse tn this corner. Poke him out. Madge. Here’s my umbrella.” “Not for me. 1 want a ten-foot pole when I poke at a mouse.” Influential Young Mrs. Green—My busband l> a very influential man in politics. Caller—You don’t *ay! Young Mrs. Green—Yes,- indeed. George ba* voted in two presidential elections nnd both time* It ha* gone the way George voted. CoiutCFPofion Father—But what’a the use of ha> Ing accounts with four tailors? Soo—Wen you see. it mlwa youz hQIa so much smaller.—Punch BowL

of good bread: %astFoam Are your children sturdy? If your child is delicate, irritable,backward in school, Am look carefully to the food A eaten. Have plenty of good U U JRW home-made bread. It’s | wholesome and children love its flavor. ■ f < ♦ Send for free booklet "The Art of Baking Bread 1 * Northwestern Yeast Co. 1730 North Ashland Ave. Chicago, UL THEY LOOK AT YOUR SHOES! gHIHOBA Keep* AU Kind* of Shoe* Neat and New Looking S&ano/tf for Black, Tan, White, Ox-Blood and Broivn Shoes Shinola is the quick shining shoe polish; made of finest wax and oils, it keep* shoe leather pliabie. The key opening box save* time and fingernail sand make* I j | ILy it eaay to shine your shoe* often. Teach the Children to Take Good Care of Their Shoes

Borrowing is not much better than begging.—Lessing. Why does the rising generation kick if the elevator isn’t running?

Children Gy for I hHe '•fSja vr'/'!? - wm- g]ri3» MOTHER;— Fletcher’s Castoria is a pleasant, harmless Substitute tor Castor Oil, Paregoric, Teething Drops and Soothing Syrups, prepared for Infants in arms and Children all ages. To avoid imitations, always look for the signature of Proven directions on each pncknge. Physicians everywhere recommend it

How Queen of Sheba Had Solomon Guessing One “English to Foreigner” teacher is proud of ber class of adult mothers, and when she van’t get people to come down to visit it. to Hear her la lies read and talk, she brings samples < f their written work home to show off. And this is a composition she proudly handed to th* Woman, the work of a truly ambitious, elderly person struggling to master the language it tlie country of her adoption. “King Solomon and the Flowers.” “The p:een of Sheba loved King Solomon very much. She knew that he is very wise so wanted to play a trick on him by sending to hiffi a wreath of flowers exactly the same, but tn .• was neturel and the other one was imitation so it would be very bard tor a uuiui beeing to see any liffereiiS. But mean while a bee flue in through ar. oppen window and after bussing ervaii'l the room she sat 3 . wt» on the flowers from which she ccnl'’ get honey and to the hntnltation flow-j ers the be* .lid not pay any attention. Then th* king found out whi'-h is which.”—New York Sun.

Life gives you just 13 years ” of real health —and happiness Average Health Span extends only from age 18 to age 31, according to United States Life Tables, 1920

Assuming that you are the average person, you win enjoy health—physical freedom and full vigor—only from age IS to 31. This astounding fact is shown by the United States Life Tables, 1920. Your earning power will deerease rapidly after 40. That period commonly called “th* prime of life** will actually be aa age of decay. Thi* sound* sensational. It ia sensational. But it is true—and it is something to which the wise man or woman will give serious thought. Os course, it is not natural, or right. It is the direct result of an artificial mode of life—of careless eating, sleeplessness, and stimulated nerve*. Nature provides a danger signal—fatigue—to warn when the body needs rest. The person who regularly deadens the fatigue signal by the aa* of a drug is overriding the warning of nature. That is what coffee does. The average ctn> of coffee contains 1% to 3 grains of the drug caffein—classified as a poison. This is a dose of caffein of the size often administered by physician* in eases of heart failure. It is a powerful stimulant It appears to give new strength by deadening the fatigue aignaL Actually, thia new strength ia robbed from th* body** own Coffee contains no nourishment. Tts mfy virtues, a* a beverage, are it* warmth and flavor. A good, hot, drop lew drink i* a benefit with every meal Ififfionfi enjoy M a driak to Poetom. A drink made of whole wheat and tan*, riollfnlfr roasted, with * Hide aeuiilioW nnfutog more. A

It is hard to convince doctors and druggists that health is wealth. Carpet•is purchased by the yard and worn out by the foot.

Callousness William A. Brady, the New York theatrical i: an. was talking about n play which had failed so horribly that it was taken off after the first performance. “The author of that play.” he said, “now feel that the New York public is as callous as Jake, the scene-shifter, was. “Jake, the scene-shifter, st»rt«*d one night to lower the curtain a little too soon on a death scene. The actor who was dying rolled his eyes toward the win,<s reproachfully. “‘Half a nir.ute. vid man,’ be whispered. ‘I ahft dead yet.’ “'Well, hurry up,’ said Jake, quite audibly. ‘I g 4 a hot supper waitin' for me.’ ” Bill Therewith l “Are ther c any marks ot the baby?” asked the anxious father. The lector looked the new arrival over carefully and replied, “Yes. he’s marked C. O. D.” —Colorado Medicine. If a thing is a beauty it is a joy forever until it roes out of s’yle.

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