The Syracuse Journal, Volume 19, Number 8, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 24 June 1926 — Page 2

Youth Rides West _ By Will Irwin

■« Will Irwin hasn’t written a novel in a great many years. When he chose the subject for “Youth Rides West* he returned to his love and elected to’ write about a .locale he knows best. He was born at Onetda. N. Y„ in 1873, and as a boy was taken to Leadville, Colo., in the mining rush of 1879. He passed his boyhood among the •cones of that most loud and vivid of all old camps and the reader will roabxe a* he goes along that Irwin’s childhood experience. have been impressed indelibly on his mind. Here is the Cottonwood Camp in the heart of the Rockies during the rush of the Seventies. While he insists that this Cottonwood is not Leadville alone, but a composite picture of several camps in Colorado. Montana and Idaho, yet Leadville supplied the inspiration. “Youth Rides West” is mor* than a rtorv of adventure in these wild days. It offers a vivid picture of »*»• of the most colorful periods in American history. It is sprinkled with anecdotes both humorous and tragic, and thF readier eemßto befteve J that he is reading a melodramatic history rather than all life in this time and place was melodramatic. Wen die .with their boots on. not for- the story-teller's purpose, but because that was the way they died. Any, one who reads this novel agree readily that W I Irwin deserves a front ranking .with American writers.

CHAPTER 1 —i—--Dmp «nd crawl." whispered Bock Hayden; and when! hV turned 1 saw tl. st hi' e->niplexi‘>ri had turned from | I: ~h<.gstny tan to a! bronzed yellow— | • i .i.-n t show yutiravlf out of kiver." !ti-t for a wrong/turn that morning I: i k would not have flown this flrst j symptom of anything like craven emo'"“tioi. that I ever witnessed In him ; aad —ls to tell might never have tyappened. I this last without being exactly sure. As 1 review in my age that epl»ode which . r luned and finished I tny youth. I have a feeling that an Iron thread of destiny ran through it j all. Hud it not begun dramatically. . there on the hogback above Ludlow gi ch. ft would have begun Just the s;ime-T perhaps undramatically, but o- certainly—at some other turg- . Ing itr the path of my fate. Buck, when we threw our outfit and fortuities together down at . Fleeted**, had boasted that he knew these mounabout as well as anyone. This may have beeu true: but tn those days of the rush to the fur, high ramps I tl ink! that no one. not even Qie trap-jH-rs. had Jo'ne much beyond the outskirts* <>f ignorance. There was simply too much to know 1» was like having acquaintance with every soul In New York. A road, such as It was. ran from Plesled's to the new camp of Cottonwood -more than a hundred perpeindicttlar miles to accomplish a distance which the eagle covers tn fifty. On the first day of our journeying We bad followed that highway. It proved leas a. road than a bog. Tw-> hours out of pteateff* we found It nec ewtwry to unload our feeblest burro because be could not both pull hl* slender feet out of the clinging mud belo# and struggle with the haystaek which was Buck's idea of a proper pack, AH that morning our more agile i outfit was threading the edge of the j rood to pass Immigrant wagons stalled hub in the mire. I A light buckboard, extricated from ? the tj&ud. presently caught up with us.; we seemed to be distancing the rest. Tjh,en. toward noon, we struck an obstacle which equalized the race Our way had fallen in with the course of a tumbling, roaring, fast-falling creek. In whose pools I could see the native mountain trout Jumping. The road begatl to climb; we were threading the edge of a lew cliff above a little canyon We rounded a corner of rock, and Buck pulled up short at the very taiboard of a ponderous open freight wagon carrying, a heavy load of winches and mine buckets. "What's busted ahead* Buck called "Cave-In- hitch and help!** came be tween puffs of labored breath from the seat of the freight wagon. Wh.i 1 had'dismounted and crawled perilously along the foot-wide strip of rock between the giddy atmosphere and the ponderous wagon wheel 1 saw that a $ ton of rock and ooay earth, dislodged by one of the miniature brooks now running from the melting snows, lay piled' along the road - Five years before, during One of the. abortive rushes to a camp now dead. rone, and forgotten, thia section of roadway bad been blasted from the hillside at the top of the cliff; on one side was a sheer drop, on the other an eight-foot wall. We could n t round the obstacle on either side; the only alternative to waiting was to go back half , a mile, try to traverse the hillside and chance getting mired. While 1 contemplated this quandary exit was barred in that direction by the jaunty arrhal a stage coach. Cottonwood was now reaching such Importance that a regular line with daily departures ran from Pleated's. It ftunded the corner, the driver expertly pulling up hla leaders a foot from where my bronco stood tethered i at the rear of our train. My feet on the edge of -be chasm, my hands •gainst the wagon wheel. 1 was con temp!a ting this party, when Buck poked ojr 1° 'be aide with, such force as nearly to make me lose my balance. “Vtishtp them tools!" said Buck "Got to dig!" Wa crawled and slopped hack to our pack train, where Bock, expertly untying and knotting again, took out our two new miners’ shovels. 1 had estimated that there were two tons of earth in the cave-in When I. with Buck and some of the passengers, fell to work it looked more like ten. Ard presently, as we heaved the looae. mushy earth awar Into the canyon, we becan scratching the surface of a rock which tn itself must have weighed a ton. Long, after a dose® hands had 0 heaved over the last of the dirt we were working on that Inert obstacle; It iioWst 1 the efforts of a dozen strong hacks and the three crowbar* which we could commandeer from the freight wagon, the stage and our pack. At one moment Buck, the stage driver and the freighter, experts all. were of the opinion that we should have to take to dynamite. But there stood the

blasting Impossible. Buck ventured charily that a cradle might 'do, 'The stage driver and I took axes from ttM> freighter's tool chest, cut and heaved down trunks and brush from the dwarf firs on the ledge above. That device finally worked. With stout green poles reinforcing our crowbars, with everyone putting his back into the work, we managed to roll it to the edge of the canyon, where, with a terrible but satisfying rush and roar, it dropped to the bed of the creek. But the episode was not entirely over. When the freighter laid his weight to the jerk-line and yelled. “Gld-dap?” his scrambling tugging tnules, though urged with a seven foot blacksnake, could not budge the waggon. The wheels had been settling all this time. He was obliged to uncouple the trailer, to haul the leader a halfmile farther along the road, to return with hIS mules for the trailer. While we waited every one had luncl n' Huck and I 4 r ” !! ' camp I and frizzled bacon pUt up before We broke camp that morning We fed our horses their rations from our carefully calculated store of oats, had our smoke. Soon the six-mule team had hauled out the trailer, and we bitted, tightened, cinches, mounted and stirred up our "burros, which had been standing patiently on three lefts, asleep with tlielr eyes open Where the road wid etied we* turned into the mesa. The stagecoach, the driver’s whip cracking briskly, surged round the Stalled wagons and was gone smartly up the road. I have said ehough about the state of the Cottonwood road, and will only sketch the main trouble ofthe after-noon-Mtat >trotch of corduroy.. Two miles or so after we left the freighter ire to a piece of low country which might have been firm enough in midsummer, .hut was now a bog. The stage company had made it passable by cutting ten-foot poles and laying them edge to e«lge. That turned oat to be practicable enough for the wide hoofs of our horses, but treacherous footing for the little feet of our burrow Sure of step though they were, the logs would roll under them now abd then, and their legs would go scraping down into rhe morass. Ry the time we reached the end of this stretch the little beasts were fairly staggering—les-v from the weight of their pucks than the hi art breaking labor of pulling out their ho<ifs, which cut into mud like bodktna. By now, too. they had reached the limit of endurance even for the patient ass breed. Even though I was the Junior of the partnership and had resigneil all direction into the hamls of the, expert Buck. 1 was about to protest, when he spoke: "Van't kill our live stock." he said. "Keep ’em gotn* till I ride ahead and look for a place to camp,’* He found it a mile or so farther along. We camped, unsaddled, un-

T X i / L < jRS MSI Aww^U- 1 M fir ~ hL ' |’i * Wo Could Not Round the Obstacle ea Either Side. packed, staked out our horses to grace, turned loose the weary jacks to roam and feed at will, and slept An hour after we swung Into the plain, open entrance of the old Ute trail nelt morning it became apparent to me that a little of the confidence with which Buck had started was wearing away. Now and then he leaned over his horse's neck, his hands folded on the saddle arm. peering uneasily downward or ahead. At thia or that patch of snow he held up his hand for a halt, dismounted and tried to trace the trail by the crease*. Twice we went wrong: once trouble eras signaled when the forequarters of Buck's horse disappeared under the

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erttst, leaving his hind legs struggling and scratching grotesquely. The leading burro, which I had already' noted as a* grizzled, pessimistic veteran of the trails Inclined to trouble when trouble might vary the monotony of life, took a plunge forward; tn turn his forequarters were fest. He lurched sidewtsig. .with a metallic clang as he roWvH on to our cooking outfit. Dutch oyvn and all. Buck was strangely \sllejat. as he swung from, the Jerked his horse op 'fo a'fparch of ,the snow which covered finu footins. and set out with tny help to extricate him. Buck, as he reproved the delinquent «4»urro with a heavy boot, heaved the pack back Into place, and threw a new dUmond hitch here and there, had a gleam In his gray eye and Worked hi a strange silence, quite contrary to his usual profane habit in Yuce of trouble. ° After a long inspecXjoiv of the surface, varied with squints at the sun. the atmosphere and the peaks above, he silently beckoned me to follow. We rounded a clump of dwarf pines perched on a little knoll—and came out tn face of a cliff. The train halted automatically. I saw Ruck cock his eye upward, then turn It on me: and I. abandoning the rear of the train, rode forward for a conference.# Buck’s head was wa. and n<>w I could hear his roll of low. complicated and picturesque language. "No mortal sense in this.” he concluded. “Well waller here all day; Gotto strike west an' see If we kin connect with the d—n. muddy Cottonwotxl road." Getting lost in this manner—with the whole day ahead of us. with an intact train of Hve stock, and with ample provisions in our packs—struck me at the moment as a minor and rather enjoyable adventure. Besides, there was* the Joke on Buck. who. In our brief partnership, had been rather patronizing toward my youth and easternness. - Our way. after we crossed thfc patch of snow, revealed no trail, but a passable surface. Half a mile beyond rose a rathe-r sharp hogback, dotted here and there with that species of dwarf he which seems to choose rocks in preference to soil I conjectured that Buck expected to reach the Cottonwood road below, the further slope of this hogback, and would be perplexed to find a trail. I was not surprised, ; th*®, when he pulled up just short of ' the obstacle, threw himself out of the Saddle. toss»-d the reins over his hqjrse> head and went forward on foqt. I Ruck had halted near the crest of a* hogback and I was close behind him, when 1 was stopjwd short by the , sound of two shot*—rifle shots, -1 noted mentally as they reverberates hike a diminishing volley among the ; rocks. The sound did not strike me as especially significant; some one. I thought, was shooting at a deer. It was then that Buck whispered through his beard: “Drop and crawl, and don’t show yourself out of kiver!" Across, a very uncomfortable carpet of rock I wriggled to Buck's side. He lay peering from under a low-hung branch of dwarf fir. I ranged myself i beside him. looked; and caught my j breath. •' - Some seventy-five yards away stood a stagecoach, in build and color twin i to the one which we had seen yeater- ! day. Three of its horse* were etrug-

Spaniards Put Olive Tree to Many Uses

Centuries of experimentation have taugh! Spaniards how tv utilize to the full that womlerfial plant, the olive tree. Its cultivation Is among the mort remunerative branches of agriculture in the peninsula. It would be a mistake to think that only oil comes from the olive tree. Indeed nothing is wasted. A small percentage of the fruit is pickled In brine; the greater part is crushed for oil. The coarser oil serves for soap making and as cakefood for cattle. Pulverized olive stones make the best fuel fur the braziers in every Spaaish household. The top branches, cut when the trees are pruned, are eaten green by sheep and goats. The limbs and roots furnish firewood. Most “grandfather chairs" in rountry homesteads are made from olive wood, which has a rich, yellow color, a beautiful dark grain afid takes a high polish It Is calculated that the use of hydraulic presses increased the yield of oil by 1 per cent, which, on the total value of the Spanish crop, means many million pesetas. But In some district* olive crushing Is still done by the primitive method of suspending by a leather belt attached to a Had Little Use for Bath to "l-ord Grenfell's Memoirs” there occurs this story, told to Lord Grenfell by a surgeon that had practiced in South Africa, regarding the simple manners and customs of the Boers: “A medical friend of his nearly lost his practice with u Boer family fur prescribing ablutions for an elderly Dutch woman. Her husband strongly remonstrated, saying. ’Young man! you are a stronger In this country and recommend new customs contrary to our usage. I have been married to my vrow for thirty-five years, during which time water has scarcely touched her body! You are ignorant str. of our mode of life, and do not understand our wants’ Begone I" Well, He’d Die, Anyway A man may. if be knows not how to save as he gets, keep his nose all his life to the grindstone and die not worth a groat at last—Benjamin ■

gling and milling, with the driver throwing all power on to the reins. The fourth, a little white leader, layon his side, feebly kicking; as I looked I saw a pool of biota! by his head I was aware of a man posed like a statue before the norses, his "feet wide apttfL.a repeating rifle held at ready; I was aware that a black mask dropped from the lower edge of his sombrero. s f Another man. he very tall, -stood just by the edge of the road. His back was toward me, but 1 could see the tiiuid of a ntask cutting his black hair. ; .’Hb was holding close in by his chest two heavy revolvers, trained upon an outside passenger who stood with his hands in air. balanced dizzily on a seat. Other details swam in upon me —the passengers coming out through the door, their hands up—two women among them—the bandit with the rifle exchanging that weapon for a revolver and stepping, forward —finally, two other men. masked also, lying sprawled on a shelf of rock, their repeating rifles trained on the group about the stage. I remember now with some pride that in my whirl of emotions—astonishment, righteous rage? pure sea the manlier for a moment prevailed. We at least could fight! My hand went to my hip. Buck had apparently keen the motion; for he whispered: “No chance,’ kid. ' An’ somethin’ might hit the ladies.” The bandit whom I had noticed first, he who had Just exchanged his rifle for a revolver, was saying something now to the man who stood balanced at the top of the stage—the express messenger, I learned afterward. The messenger leaped from the seat to the ground and landed in a heap: 8S he scrambled to his feet he shotyed a comic eagerness to get his hands up 1 could hear Buck chuekli»>g lightly tn his beard: Then he spoke in a whisper which scarcely carried to me: “We’re all right if they don’t come out this-a-way.” “Why aren't we all right even then?” I asked, in my innocence. "They don’t want witnesses,” , replied' Buck. “Shoot a witness quicker*n they would a passenger.” He paused a moment. “Gyiess I'd better get them long guiK” he whispered. “You stay an’ watch—signal if they start this way." We had two t long guns that pride of our lives, a new-fangled Winchester repeating rifle anti a shotgun for small game. Providing against trouble. Buck had slipped,ln among shotgun ammunitipn fifty shells loaded with buckshot. Buck tiptoed away, his heavy boots making only a gentle rustling. I was free to fix my attention on the drama below. The two inactive bandits still lay like great, evil lizards across the rock, their rifles gkntly swinging over the field of action; I. from above, could see their figures as a whole. To the passengers they must have appeared simply A* hats, bluet masks and polished steel barrels. He of the two pistols stood covering the line of passengers. He also was swinging i his muzzles suggestively over the group. 1 looked for the foruth rob- ' ber. the tall one who had stood at i the edge of the road, and who apj peared to be the leader. During my I conference with Buck he must have j mounted the stage; for there he stood [in the express messenger’s seat. At i that moment he was heaving over the

staple in the “peou." whose feet, slipping on the greasy surface of a great granite ball, make It revolve and crush evil-smelling oil out of evillooking. brown, half rotten frulL Minor Planet Far Away The naval observatory says the minor planet Egerla is about 233.000,00U miles from the sun. and the earth is about U3,<XM>.OXi miles from the sun. It the Orbits of both planets were circular and In the same plane the maximum and minimum distances between the earth and Egerla would be respectively the surq and the difference of these two figures; but as the orbits are not exact circles and are inclined to each other at an angle of Id or 17 degrees, an exact calculation of the maximum and minimum distances between the two planets would be somewhat laborious.

“Red Tape” Carried to Extremes in Europe

The palace of justice in Faris, a portion of which will be set aside shortly as a museum of relies from the Revolution. has a curious old custom. Every night one of the main doors Is left ajar in obedience to an order of March. 1618.’ when Louis XIII provided that it should remain open perpetually. “so that my subjects may be able to seek justice at all hours of Jhe day and night." Through revolution, empire, kingdom and two republics this order has been scrupulously carried ouL But the meaning of the custom seems almost forgotten. “The Man With the Iron Mask." the pen name of a reporter of a Parisian daily, presented himself at the door in the small hours of the night for admittance. He was promptly thrown out by the watchman and told to clear off if he did not vrant to enter by the prisoner’s gate in the morning. In Petrograd they had a similar incident in czarist days. The Empress Elizabeth once saw a tine flower tn her garden. As she was on the way to a court function she had no time to pick IL but ordered a soldier to stand guard

rail a heavy box which half buried itself in the mud. With a lightness ' singular in one so big, he went over the rail in a leap, landed catlike, rose and said something, it appeared, to the nearest passenger, a slouching little fellow, dressed roughly, like a miner. The leader, thrusting his pistol Into Its holster, began what seemed to me a rather superficial search. He patted the pockets of the little man. pulled out a wallet, opened It, took something from its contents; then, reaching under the coat of his victim, hauled his pistol'from its holster and tossed it into the bushes. The same process with the next man—then there was a rustling behind me which made Hie jump and realize how tightly my nerves were strung. It was only Buck, creeping up silently with his hami-« “Now We'll Know,” Muttered Buck. “if It’s This w «y. Don't Shoot Until I Say!” full of long gun. When I looked back again the turn of the two women had come. The foremost was plump and moved jerkily, as though struggling against fear. The other was slim; she stepped out with a free stride i which I found myself admiring. A sudden movement from the right i caught my sharpened attention; the! nearest of those two evil lizards I sprawled on the rock had started, ' raised himself on his elbows, let the ' muzzle of his long gun droop. Then , I saw the other bandit give him a kick, sidewise, of his heavy boot. The | careless robber jerked to attention. A grunt from Buck drew my eyes back from this bit of byplay. The bandit i chief had laid hands on the younger woman, was awkwardly Jerking her duo-coat apart at the throat. I felt; another spurt of hot rage, and—down the road a rifle had fired twice tn succession. I jumped so that had the bandits been looking our way. I am ; sure I should have betrayed myself. : For a moment the gr'oup about the stagecoach was as still as a photograph. Then the leader, dropping his hands from the shoulders of the youmrer woman, bawled a word which* carried even to - J “Vamoose!” At that, the two lizards on the rock became men again. Holding their rifles at ready, they leaped down into the road. “Somebody's coming ahd they're going." whispered Bubk, One of the men from the roek. his muzzle still on the huddled crowd of passengers, stooped | and picked up the rifle which the leader had dropped in the road. It bad a strap, like an army gun. He S'uug it over his shoulder. The leader and Ms assistant, slipping their pistols into their scabbards, grasped the handles of the box. “Now we'll know.” muttered Buck. “If it’s this way. don’t shoot until I say’” But the robbers turned in th* other direction. Then I heard Buck mutter: “Lo<»kee there —down by the creek!” i? ■ Read in the next installment of Constance Deane, the young woman of mystery, whose role in ths story is bigger than you'll guess. CTO BB CONTINUED.)

over it. The empress forgot about th* flower, but three centuries later there w<B still a sentinel placed regularly each houg of the night ami day at th* spot where the flower had been.— Pierre Van i’aassen, -In the Aalanta Constitution. \ Popular Fairy Tales “Grimm’s Fairy Tales." including Toto Thumb. Hans and Gtetel, the Frog Prince. Rumpelstiltskin and hundreds of others, aft actually folk tales of Germany which were collected from the peasants and compiled in the first half of the Nineteenth century by two brothers, professors at the University of Berlin. Jacob Grimm was born at Hanau. January 4. 1785, and his brother, Wilhelm. February 24, 1788, No White-Collar Man “Who is it wants to see me?" rusebled Mr. Big ntizen. “Young man looking for a job.” “A white-collar job* “I d«to't think sa This chap is wearing a blue collar.’’—Louisville Courier-Journal.

POWER OF DECISION TEST OF NORMALITY Unbalanced Brain Incapable of Reasoning, “Everybody has a kink,” said a noted alienist, giving evidence in a mental case recently, and a celebrated French authority has done us the compliment tu say we are all more or less insane. ' , Probably they really mean that few of us are perfectly normal. A clever, even brilliant person may 'yet be mad and many great people have their kinks; and the border line between genius and madness Is sometimes perilously thin. The highly wrought braiu is often overstrung and liable to yield or sag a little in some direction. The “kink” may show itself in a fad, such as kleptomania, avarice, or peculiarities of diet, or clothing. One is apt to think that a person deranged mentally is incapable of dealing effectively with anything. It may be so with the idiot, but many a lunatic has shown astonishing abilities in some directions, music, mathematics, or invention. For it is curious that in a brain where there is a gap in the reasoning faculties there IS sometimes a compensating coherence and capacity elsewhere, even a stratum of genius. The writer knew "an asylum patient who played the ’cello as few of the concert virtuosi can. The fact is that the possession of culture or talent is not always a proof of high intellectual development. Some lunacies have strange powers of learning wonderful memories. They had a maniac in Faris who could answer any question put from an encyclopedia and correctly give the dates of practically every event in history. There have been taany mathematical and other prodigies outside the asylums, and most of them have had their “kinks.” They were not normal, and sometimes a long way from it — as in the case of the boy who could do staggering feats in mental calculation. yet could never wash or dress himself. Ai d yet there Is a difference betweep - s eccentricity and insanity, though they run each other pretty close sometimes, as in tlie case of the teamed American university profeßMT who (it is said) rarely washed, Hve<j on boiled onions, could never make up his mind unaided on any matter, and had a distressing habit of discarding all his garments on hot days, William Blake, brilliant though his achievement was in poetry, was never quite sane. - ' . Why is it that so often the brilliant academic scholar fails in life? The psychologist will tell you that the accretion of book learning and the development of the faculty of memory counts for little in the mental scale, for memory is ope of the lowest of the cerebral functions. The test comes when the brain has to make its own decision, without the support of rule or experience. When Judgment has to be weighed and a decision made, then cihbA the crucial test. When the unbalanced brain is faced with the problems of cold reason and calculation, then is shown the gap between perfect sanity and defect. But, after all. it would be a dull world if we were all turned out of one mold.

Finds Life a Mystery Sir Oliver Lodge, at a recent lecture at Christ church, London, gave his latest views of life. He said It is quite, as mysterious as the life beyond the grave. It is not a form of energy, “it is, rather, a guiding and directing principle. It uses energy and it uses matter, but it does not seem, itself, to belong to the physical frame of things at all.’ Sir Oliver cited az proof of his theory that life is not energy the fact that a seed can give rtto to countless generations. He declared: “It is like the influx of something from outside, as if we were tapping an infinite reservoir which can. by proper arrangement, be brought to interact with-matter for a time, and then depart whence it came." :

Students in Double Role A combination choral and athletic Invasion of Europe this summer is planned by N'orthwesteTtorapiiversity, Three hundred students and professors have been mobilized for the tour, leaving New York July 3. returning 78 days later. Dick Howell, Olympic swimming star, will double in bass. Charles Hoff. Norwegian pole vaulter, will take his bride on the trip and probably enter some American uni versity on his return. The university’s world-record swimming relay will enter the 14-mile River Seine swim. The group is being organized Into a chorus under the director of the glee club. A violin and piano soloist will go along. Another Laugh Coing The old lady’s story is coming true. She refused to believe a telegram" because It was not in her son’s writing : and most of us have laughed at the tale. But there will be no room to laugh at It much longer; another bit of humor Is, going out of the world. It is all due to the great progress which has been made tn the sending of photographs by telegraph. "Many French post offices are now accepting written letters, which are copied by photography, and with the instruments invented by M. Belin the letters are telegraphed as they were written, and are delivered as an exact facsimile of the sender’s bandwriting. Short Summer in North In no part of the Canadian Northwest territories Is hdke a tropical climate but explorers have stated that tn some subarctic parts there is a short but warm summer during which certain flowers bloom tn profusion. Build in Furniture The time has come when we should begin to do fine things in the way of building furniture that Is actually or apparently a part of the shell of tb« room- ......

SHOULD HUSBANDS DO HOUSEWORK? How Mrs. Dyer Solved the Problem. Mrs. Mildred Dyer was lucky. Shq had a good-natured husband who heloed

her with much ot her housework. Because she was in ill health for five years, it was often necessary for him to do this. But it bothered Mrs. Dyer. She felt that he had to work hard enough anyway. The time he spent in doing her work was needed tor his own. She

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