The Syracuse Journal, Volume 19, Number 10, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 8 July 1926 — Page 2

| Youth Rides West | By Will Irwin VWU Rerrlc* Copyrlrht by Will Irwtn E==

THE STORY- SO FAR On their way to the new Cottowood "gold diggings," in Cjolorado In the Seventies. Robert Gilson, easterner. who tells the story,: and Buck Hayden," a vet-eran/miner,-hts partner, secrejtly the hold-up of a stagecoach. ■ Among the hold-up vlctims are a "Mrs Deane" and her elderly female companion! The bandits have been frightened off getting away with an lexpresr box. Both parties continue their separate ways.

, CHAPTER ll—Continued A lone traveler stood. raxing, tie was a small man, clad In an enveloping frieze ulster and a battered black hat, lie turned on me. as I .approached. a bright eye. The nose, under it was strong at tba root. and yet sharp. A long, tht-g mustache drooped between spare cheeks shaven only that morning—a detail worthy of comment In th«v* surroundings, where 'most men wire beards varying In age from four days to thirty years; •"Hello!'’ remarked. “Well, what do you think of our West?” I At which I bristled within. I had been uearly a year in the man’s country, I had Just brought a Jack train, alive and In good order, up Ludlow's I how much longer 1 was to suffer the reproach Os tender feet. But I managed to answer with want good nature I could summon: “Considerable country.’’ fie laughed pleasantly. . “College-bred: too. I'm bettlhg ’" he commented. Somehow his friendly manner seemed to strip the offense from this dreadful insinuation “How did y<>u penetrate belldnd my mask of-Ignorance and vulgarity?" 1 a*ked. falling into the spirit} of the occasion. | "It’s my business,” said tltestranger, “piercing and penetrating the tamskS and disguises of the human tout” “Sounds to me like gambling." said • I. matching his Impudence witlr Im ' pertinence of my own. “What's your j line? Three-card monte or the little pea under the little shell?” “I almost hate to tell you." said the ; stranger, “lest you shrink from me. ' It's the greatest gamble <>f ail And j the MoSt squalid aim soul destroying. That peaceful village yonder—" and ! he Waved bls hand to the smoke stain | amid the whiteness to the north—“has 1 hitherto proceeded on Its simple, run- ■ tic way hiding and concealing from ' prying eyre Its microscopic peccadll- I Joes such as murder, highway robbery, ? brace faro boxes and claim Jumping, j I (-ome to ib-mV that golden age. In | you lumbering wain repose the sinister I lx>li of my er.«ft-’w«» fi-nis of nonpareil and i.-v.-n bova of a"-o?to<| Jc-h type. Casting your eyes farther to the eastward, you perceive an Individual bearing all the marks and c* kracteristlc* of a tramp printer, temporarily sober. He's convoying a Second hand flat bed press, warranted not to register In any climate. What you behold, young but sapient str. Is the embryoeof that great light bearer, ithe Cottonwood Courier." As suddenly as he had begun it he dropped our old western game of chaff and rhetoric, held out hie hand “My name's Marcus Handy." he said. “I’ve pulled up my newspaper by the roots from Quaker Creek, which Is played out at a vamp, and I'm locating tn Cuttonwood—lf I. get there!" I introduced myself. “You’re mining. I suppose?" asked Marcus Handy, this ceremony over. "Didn’t know." he added hastily, “but you were starting some kind of a business. and might .want to advertise. I've picked up a few ads along our primrose-dotted wayside." As we talked we had turned our barks to a shrill, new wind blowing up from the Immense depths below, and f were facing the picturesque confusion at the summit of the pass. The crowd was growing—none so unimaginative as to grudge ten minutes for a look at the Valley of Fortune. But the earlier arrivals were now recinching, giving the last trim to loads or packs, ami disappearing downward around a shoulder of rock. And as they passed from view Marcus Mandy. who had been busily gathering hems for his first number, described them ail With a short phrase or two. It seemed to me that he knew our impermanent caravan as one knows the town where be has dwelt all his life. Now outfits which we had passed even before we reached the stage station had attained the summit." Always the passengers dismounted and labored forward for a view of the promised land ’ Then came Buck’* voice, calling. I knew that he had arranged the pack to his own minute satisfaction, and » that the final dash to Cottonwood bad begun. Sparing time only to wolf two sandwiches of camp bread and frizzled bacon, we rounded the rock. Below tra the road zigzagged with many a hairpin turn down the mountain side. As we rbumled the shoulder of the rock the view burst on us again. I turned tn my saddle toward that distant. gray mist which was Cottonwood Xmp And my imagination flashed a picture of the town. Ridiculously at variance with Cottonwood aa it was, . !t loag persisted, even after I saw the reality- In the foreground, regarding the sights of that rough mining camp with smarter bm holdup epissde- Then, my nrfnd shiftShe bad joined k husband, waiting JbMorow that I haTjusf Heed through the pure, magnificent experience of that view across the valley, a. Aa WM* UTed

days before? Did she know that I had safely passed the summit and was commg down the long path of adventure? ... I suddenly pulled m.v<elt up. cursed myself for a sentimental, egotistical young fool, and slapped to action a lagging burro. CHAPTER 111 “I told you—too much folks?” grunted Buck as he loosened the cinches of his weary horse. I paid no attention: Buck had been repeating that phrase like the response of a litany ever since we crossed the path and threaded the more intensive traffic rushing into Cotj ton wood. As I rubbed down my little roan with the drjL part of a gunny sack which Buck had rescued from the mud I asked humbly: “What's the program T* “Git a regular supper of ham an’ eggs from- a sure enough restaurant." said Buck. “Guess It’s cornin' to us An’ find the lay of the land. Don’t look good. Too much folks.” “What are we going to do about the outfit?” I asked. ' ■ . “Leave it here." said Buck. “Unguarded?" I inquired. “Sure." said Buck. “They’d lynch a man quicker fur sneakin' things out of a public corral than fur stealing -i horse—ln a new camp like this." he said. When we had watered at the pool of an unpolluted brook, when we had Judiciously distributed the last of our oats among the whole train, when we had blanketed our horses with tarpaulins from the pack, my Impatient young feet were free to follow Buck’s down the full flowing street. It quivered with excitement, chatter, good humor. A two-story building swung tta d<«>rs wi<le open to the street. It revealed a rough room, the walls covered with newspapers. Along the whole farther side ran a bar. It took a moment of inspection to tell that; the first glimpse show,si only a long row of men. leaning on their elbows, their stalwart backs hunched, their stretched coat-tails revealing their* acabbanled sidearms. Nearer stood three tables fringed with card players, piled with gold pieces and buck4klfi sacks; about the players watched a silent, intent, standing border of spectators. Over all shone the brilliant light of one big kerosene lamp backed j by a reflector and the soft, uncertain twinkling of candles, set row on row into l»oanteu A crowd was incessantly climbing and descending the rough stairs to one side of the room. And from above I caught a voice bawling: “Place your bets, gents!” and the unmistakable whirr of a roulette wheel. A long, low shack next door emitted the tinkle of two guitars and a violin, a little hazy on their tune but sure" of their cadences. Its two windows ) emitted an exceptional blaze of light, ' Within, ladies in wry short skirts j were whirling dumping partners’in a waltz, and men were dancing m pairs. The door of this establishment, also, opcnetl as I parsed; l glimpsed a lady of whom my first Impression was a> knee-high yellow skirt and a pair of red Blockings, my second that she wore many frizzes and no makeup. She was holding the lapels of a fat man who rolled a little uncertainly on : fsi- feet; and i caught i>»-r words “Just one ll’l gold watch for- The slamming of the door cut out the rest. In a narrow alley running darkly up the hill were indications of even lower diversions. A very modest shack, tn the light of blazing window* across the str«s-t. boro the sign, “Assay Office.’’ The building next most pretentious to the two story building which we had passed on our first entry to the street j turned out to-be a general store. It : was open and doing a brisk business. Farther down the street a lantern swung from a Me before a tent, illuminating the sign: GOLDEN EAGLE RESTAURANT MEALS AT ALL HOURS As we edged through the crowd toward this objective Buck, being very hungry and low in spirits, voiced hts , pessimism - ‘ Startin’ for a gold camp six months after the fall discovery an’ « good month after the spring rush begun.” he said. Was you the fool or was I?" 1 had been feeling much the same thing, though with a less poignant disappointment, ever since we came out into Main street. Professedly the rush across the peaks was for gold. Unless all the claims had been slaked, all the possibilities exhausted, why were pe<»ple running shops, dives, concert halls, gambling dens? I had yet to learn the law of mining canape and gold rushes, whk-h is also the law of life. Your advance no a strike was like an old-fashioned army with a fringe of camp followers greater than the army itself. Along with kingnatures came slave-natures. Even at the first flush of discovery there were always men . witling to sell their services for plain digging,at four or five dollars a day. Where they got the imagination to come at all 1 never could see. There were others, again, who really had the gold fever, who failed at the first rush, and who immediately settled back to their predestined places tn society. I have lived long enough to see the end of most careers which sprouted at Uottouwood. Those who took fortunes oat of the earth in the days when the Rockies suddenly blossomed wttb new campo—where are they now? One died in his middle age In Alaska, a common moaber on the Klondike trail; eae tea cottage in the East, supported hy the relatives who had Hved heetta&y «n his bounty In the da.ys of his strike; are In the Denver poorfiaacandanta la Oat secund genreuttan at aMniiQpeußp fiar-

tunes who In this day struggle for the illusions of social position as their grandfathers struggled for realities, derive from men who canie across the peaks not with rocker and shovel but with merchandise. One fortune that I know of sprang from a livery stable, one from a hardware store, one from a pawnshop; and one had its true beginning in a tray of cheap Jewelry and varnished watches carried into Cottonwood by a wandering and adventurous young Jew. Andrew Carnegie, I have heard, said “pioneering don’t pay." It does not—in any coin which Carnegie would have recognized. • •••••• However, Buck and I are In a big leg cabin, the frosh mountain airs blowing through a chink of the mud daubed into the cracks. Buck, with a •‘woof of animal satisfaction, settled down to the bench, and addressed the waiter. I ; “Wbat I want is eggs.” he said. “Ham and eggs.” The waiter balanced his string of tin plates along his arm. “Why, how-de-djo. Commodore Vanderbilt he said. “Pleased to t?e you transfer your valuable patronage from the Astor housef* Having delivered I ML’ I Turned In My Saddle Toward That Distant. Gray Mist Which Was Cottonwood Camp. himself in falsetto of this sarcasm, he dropi»ed his voice to Its natural note. “The last egg In this here camp,” said he. “was et at six bits apiece yesterday. What you’ll git is venison steak, canned corn ami coffee ’’ The waiter stopped to collect from the rest of the guests, now finished and going; then assembled our tin plated <>f v< nison along his arm. hooked the handles of two tin coffee cups into the fingers of his spare hand and returned with, an expert professional swing. He slammed our prov-

Thatched Roofs Still Common in England

of the oldest crafts l|i England j Is tl.it of thatching In Norfolk county flat-bottomed boats still pass along i the streams conveying men who cut and gather reeds for thatched roofs. ■ Wiien reed season is in full swing j huge piles of dried reeds stand along the bunks watting for the tbatchers. Thatching Is really one of the manual arts hereditary in certain families in that country. One family has engaged in ths occupation through four centuries. Only one change has been made Ln the proceta during the 400 years. Formerly the reeds were fastened to rafters with long strands of bramble bush. Now either tarred twine or iron pegs are used for that purpose. As the Old English Company It !.« known that the Fishmongers’ company I* very old, but as Its archives were destroyed In the great fire of London. It Is only certain through the charter granted by Edward 111 in 13M that the “mystery of fishmongers had grants from the king's progenitors In ancient times.” In the- good old days, when Lent was kept with fish and fasting, the company saw to It that no unsound fish was sold In Billingsgate market, and punished offenders with the stocks With the Income from its holdings the company supports three large almshouses, one of which Is Jesus hospital in Bray. Here “rooms with chimneys" provide fit ae-coun-ualation for forty old people, six of qrhom are to be the “most aged and poorest decayed persons of the company of fishmongers over fifty years of age.” The Duel Perkins and Jessup had been having heated words as to which was the braver man. The outcome was an agreement to fight a duel after the oldtime style. According to the rules, they were both to be put in a darkened room, each with a revolver in bls hand. The first one to find the other was to fire once. After that no more shots were to be fired. Abc.t three seconds after the lights were out was enough for Perkins. Thinking to end the agony, be crept into the fireplace and fired up the chimney. Jessup fell dead at hte feet Unde Eban "I never yet saw a loafer," said Unde Eten, “who didn’t imagine he was Intitled to some kind of reward for beautiftyta’ de earth by hl* pre* eoee."-Washingt<« Star. ■

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ender before us, picked up half a loaf of bread from the debris at the other end of the table, struck It once or twice on the edge byway of dusting it off. deposited it, uncut, between our plates. “I kin give you a dob of nice, snow-white butter for two bits extra," he said. That final luxury laid out, he settled himself beside Buck, his elbows on the table; and when he resumed conversation, he clove by accident near to the heart of the matter. “Funny to see the way the boys was gettin’ rid of gold claims a day or two age.” he said. “Ground that was yieldin’ forty dollars a day to partners. let alone a chance at pockets, was goin’ for a song.” “Did you git in on that?” asked Buck indifferently. “Would ’a’ if I’d had anybody to dig.” replied the waiter. “This here’s a better proposition. Pioneer restaurant of the camp. Was workln' as a waiter in the Palmer house in Denver the chance.” “Suppose gold claims Is goin’ up by now?" inquired Buck casually. “Yep. But they’re still to be got. Feller was in here today. Said he'd sell out for a wagon outfit or Jacks or anythin' to git up to the Frozen River country. He's got some sort of notion about that country.” “I know a feller that might do business with him,” said Buck. He was looking down at his plate, carving mightily at hts steak. I saw the waiter's eye fix itself upon Buck for a moment before he asked : “Meanin* an' signifyin' yourself, maybe?" Buck looked up. met his eye coolly, and became utterly frank. “Meanin' an' signifyin' me an’ my partner here.” he said. “We come for gold. 1 don’t say 1 want .vour claim, an' I don't say I den t. I want to see the dirt first. I suppose you’re the party that owns It?’’ “You’re smarter 'n a whip, old hoss, but you got it. wrong this time." replied the proprietor. “I ain’t the party that owns it. But I’m his agent, sort of.” The conversation drifted off to a debate about terms; I let my attention wander to the glimpses of the crowd surging past our door, to the muffled roar of a thousand cheerful conversations, to the spurts of distant music. When I returned my attention to business Buck ami the waiter had evidently reached some kind of agreement. Our host was donning his canvas coat, was calling to the cook. “Keep her goin’ till 1 git back, Johnnie." and Buck was making his preliminary liiove toward any positive action —he was biting off the corner from a black piece of plug tobacco. I followed, an unconsidered party to the bargain, out into the mushy, crowded road which served Cottonwood for a main street. And as we walked the proprietor of the Golden Eagle expanded, grew confidential about his business. His name was Huffaker, he said—Jim Huffaker. “She’ll be Huffaker’s hotel soon’s the lumber comes down." he added. ”1 made the sjake last winter. I hear s how a party from Plested's is cornin’ up with backin’ foS new I ain’t losin' any sb <•>». The camp's goin' to stand two hotels—an’ with the start I've got— But I'll have to hustle. Jest this week an old stager of a lady from down below stakes out a miners' boardin' house Funny thing,” he added; “she was in the last stage holdup. Somebody <irove off the bandits before they done me the favor of lifting her roll." .“She brought in a beaut with her. This Mrs. Barnaby who's startin'to put me out of business says she's Jest a boarder, but if tuxybedy asks me. I'll

! reeds are being put on the roofs their : tops are still laid in place with a his- | toric implement known as the leggett. This Implement consists of a block of : wood with comb-like arruugemeuts of j horseshoe nails.' Fishes* Radio Beacon The simplest and most constant sound in nature, the washing of the sea. senes as a radio beacon to warn whales, porpoises and many fishes to keep away from the .shore and below the surface In rough weather, accord ing to Dr. Austin H. Clark of the United States National museum and formerly naturalist on the sclenting ship Albatross. Being hlgh-pttehed. the hissing sound of, breaking waves has a marked directive quality—that Is. It Is easy to locate its point of origin. Being unceasing. It Is disire-sing and repellent, and all the more sensitive sea try to keep away from it. Whales, porpoises and dolphins and many fishes always keep well off shore. Doctor Clark stated, and they are apparently guided by these repellent sounds, while on a windy night various other types of life which nor maliy come up to the surface stay wei' beneath It Keleps Mum “No, Mrs. Hanson. I never brag about my children, though they are above the average tn their behavior and intelligence.”

English Cleric Hero of Novel Relay Race

A novel race of 100 years ago is recalled in one of the English papers and is as follows: 'About 100 years ago there occurred the famous wager in which the men of Peterhouse undertook to persuade Rev. Dr. Blizzard. D. D.. to ride eight miles from St. Mary’s church on a human horse within two hours, the horse to be changed every half mile. ,The good doctor was easily persvaded. and a huge crowd assembled to see him mount on the back of the first “horse” in full puff wig and Cyme Wdl Defined The cynic is one who never reea a good quality in a man. and never falls to see a bad one. He Is the human owl, vtgUunt in the darknesa. and blind te light, motmlng for vermin and never seeing a noble game.—Henry Ward Beecher.

be answerin' and respondin’ that she’s the biscuit shooter.” We were now edging through the crowd; progress wa s t(X) difficult for conversation; and I had a moment with my own thoughts. His mention of Mrs. Barnaby had brought a slight jerk of my nerves, which even yet tingled in my cheeks. And when he coupled with this the mention of the unknown a song which had been singing behind my heart for three days seemed to burst suddenly into full tune. Not until that moment. I think, did I even half realize how deeply the episode of the Cottonwood r£ad had touched me, what was really troubling my inmost thoughts during all that hard journey up the trails. Huffaker had led us Into a packed, stuffy little saloon. The object of hi* search was not there, apparently. We tried another; here Huffaker maile inquiries. Yes, Bill Talbot had been seen round camp. Now we entered that two-story establishment, saloon and gambling house combined. The evening rush was on The fringe of standing spectators about the poker tables had become a crowd. The row by the bar stood two and tfiree deep: men were reaching over each other’s shoulders for their drinks. The room above seemed equally crowded, to Judge by the tramping, the shaking of the ceiling. Even through our own babble. I could catch the whirr of the wheel, the call of the dealers. A series of thumps sounded from above; the footsteps came heavier and with an Irregular rhythm. There were shouts, too; then one pistol shot Through the door at rhe head of the stairs burst a glimpse of a man taking three steps at a time. Two miners. Just starting to ascend, blocked his way. In the flash of an eye. he Jumped like a cat over the rail without touching it. landed On the floor in a heap, got his feet, made like a streak for the xloor. Heid to the spot by the suddenness of events. I saw a man jump from the crowd by a poker table, clutch at him. I saw the little man strike out and backward, perceived that as he leaped away he was carrying a knife. He had reached the door when someone thrust - out a foot, and he went forward onto his face. One man. then another, fell on him; I lost sight of him in the surging crowd. The babble was cut by the noise of heavy boots and a shout—again from the stairs; down clumped and lumbered a big fellow with a black beard, yelling; “Don’t let him get my roll’ —grab my roll!” The man who clutched at the fugitive from the poker table had been stabbed in the forearm. Blood was running down his fingers, spattering onto the floor; someone was twisting a tourni<iuet. My mind suddenly coordinating. I perceived the situation. I he little man. now strangled to quietude on the floor, was a pickpocket; he who had Just lumbered dbwn the steps had been robbed of his roll of bills. The crowd opened for an instant, giving me a giimpse of the pickpocket’s fare. It was natively dark. Latin: but now his complexion looked like dirty wax, and the fixed sullen black eyes in his set features held a world of dread.. “Knifed him in a whites man’s eatnp”—“dirty Y>b*kpocket”— and then, always in a tone that hissed: “Lynch " him!" It came again out of the roar: Lvnch him!” It grew until it was a refrain oh half the tofigues in the room: “Lynch him!" I turned to Buck. His face was hard. Huffaker had stepped back to the wall, regarding proceedings with cold but apprehensive eyes. All the rest, it seemed to me, were bawling: “Lynch him!” I grew faint with what I must see. A in>>b. they say, needs on l y a leader to turn it from a herd of purposeless men to a legion of purposeful devils. In that instant the leader appeared. He was short, thick-necked, wrestler-built. He wore a great red beard from above which gleamed an eye. as red, and now wicked with whisky and unlmai hate. "Weil, has anybody got a rope?" he asked This positive suggestion seemed to hush the babble as a muted stop on an organ: for. an instant there was almost silence; out of which a voice came: “There's plenty of lariats in the corral." “Two of you go and fetch one.” said the leader. “Any of you got a couple of belts to spare? All right, strap his arms and legs.” As men shot through the back door, as men began stripping off their belts, the babble rose again; but not before I had heard from the thick crowd by the door a kind of low. choking wail, which made me if jwsslble. even more sick of soul. It Sashed upon me that I might maze some countermove in the interest of real Justice and of mercy. [ I looked about; no eye but showed fury save only Buck’s and the blue, impassive orb of Jim Huffaker. The back dooyYlew open: a man entered with a coiled rope. And then — Before you read the next in- - stallment be sure to buy a bul-let-proof vest. You’ll probably need It ITO BE CONTINUED.)

shovel hat. Even Cambridge has never seen such a scene ks took place at the winning post when Sam GUI, of St Neots. brought the doctor in with half a minute to spare, Sam’s nose streaming with blood as the result of a heavy fall which unshipped the rider and broke the “horse’s" nosa. Fewer Pineapples Grown Pineapple culture, once a thriving Industry la Florida, has rapidly declined tn recent years. The chief causes are the depletion of soli humus and fertility through constant cultivation and exposure to the tropical sun, the growing prevalence of I wilt due to attacks of nematodes and failure to use healthy, vigorous slip* 1 in new plantings. A yield of 200 crates to the acre was formerly considered a good average, although some growers secured 300 crates er mere.

Improve Pasture for Young Lambs Worry and Grief of Young* sters Averted by Presence of Few Ewes. As the time for weaning approaches the shepherd should allow the pasture to improve unless it is already it its best. Such desired improvement ;an be secured by removing a portion i it the stock for a few weeks. When ' separated from their dams the lambs | bad best be allowed to remain in the pasture to which they have been ae rustoined. Avoid Worry and Grief. If this is done, and a few old ewes i that have not raised lambs the pres- | ?nt season, of which nearly every i lock has more or less, be allowed tc •emain" with the youngsters, very , much of the worry and grief of ths ? ’atter may be avoided, and their move- , meats from point to point rendered [ romparatively easy. The old sheep will lead the way to the troughs ol bran and grain that are part of ths outfit of every' sheep raiser who is forced to depend upon cured feed diir Ing the winter months. The morning is the best time for separating ths lambs from the flock, which should b< 1 shut in a dry lot the previous evening This latter precaution will savs : much Inconvenience from swelled ud decs of the ewes, which should bs kept on scant pasturage for severa: days to reduce the secretion of milk A careful watch should be kept ovet them, and where appearances indicats the approach of oveniistension of ths udder, it shbuld be promptly emptied * by hand. In the majority of cases the precaution against accumulation i of milk will be all that is necessary ; Some shepherds advise that the lambs be turned with their mothers aftei one day's separation, remaining only I long enough to remove the accumu I lated milk. Practical In Small Flocks. Such a course is practical, however * only in small flwks. and even witb these has its disadvantage in prolong Ing the time required for becoming | reconciled to separation on the pari ' of both dam and offspring. When thoroughly dried off the ewes should be- given tlie best possible opportunity for thrift to Insure the success of the coupling so necessary for the repra duction of the species. Carefully Keep Cattle Yards Free of Rubbish Cattle commonly show a tendency ■ to pick up and swallow objects othei , than food which they may happen t< . find In yards or in their feed. 5 I This habit is not always harmless | znd especially not when the object* i ire more or less pointed and of metaL : Such foreign bodies may consist ol . pieces of wire, nails, hatpins, hairpins and so on. After being swallowed they are detained in the second division of the, i stomach and by the combined motions ; it the latter and the diaphragm, they »re likely to beeotne pushed forward through the wall of the stomach and ' thjrough the diaphragm finally to be- ! rome arrested by the structures oi the heart. ” ‘W On their way and when lodged in the * leart or its surrounding-sac. they give •ise to serious septic processes which eventually cause the death of the anl- ; ral concerned. Prior to death the anlmal shows fever, grunts and moans when moving, the veins of the neck stand out prominently and a soft doughy swelling of the throat and lewlap is likely to form. There Is no help for such cases, ■ vut care that cattle yards are kept ' free of rubbish, pieces of wire and the debris of old buildings and fences s an effective measure to prevent this ‘ Jeplorable accident As the condition s a rather common one It always pays I to give the matter attention. j Sows Should Be Deloused When the sows are confined previous * to farrowing, they ought to be de- * loused. The same disinfectant that kills the lice will generally do for' washing off the udders so the pigs will not draw in worm eggs with the . first milk. The places where the lice znd their eggs are thickest are in the rreases behind the head, in the wrinkles near the hocks and In the region just back of the forelegs. They are thickest here because the pig ; 'rennet rub here and hence she en- i joys being scratched in these spots. 1 Save Chilled Lambs A young chilled lamb can often be javed by taking it to the fire and plac- ' ing it tn water as warm as the elbow ren bear, after which it should be rubbed dry and placed near the fire, tccordlng to sheep specialists. Many t lamb which was thought dead from sold has been revived by this method. A reaspoonful of its dam's milk will , help if the lamb is weak. Pruning Peach Trees i The question, “How shall I prune j my peach trees after the crop has been I destroyed?” arises all too many times. f Ln general, the answer is that such trees should be heavily pruned. The i upright growing branches can be cut back to a strong lateral. On trees that become 10 to 12 feet in height. I this cutting back could be as much as a half to six feet. The top of the : tree will then be filled with too-thlck a growth of young wood during the i summer and half or more must be thinned out during the pruning the following winter. Way to Feed Chickens Poultrymen at the college of agriculture. University of Illinois, have found that methods of feeding chickens may vary, provided the ration meets certain essential requirements. Flock* may be fed on mashless rations, on al) mash and no scratch grain or on a combination of grata and maeh with good results, provided the minimum requirements with respect to each nutri cot are furnished.

EAGER SHOPPERS THRONCSTORES Salesgirls Dread Bargain Days Louisa was tired. From morning until night she had been on her feet in

the busy department store. No mattei how she felt. sh« must serve her cue tomers with a smile. Her head throbbed and her feet ached, after week, she felt her strength ebbing until she was in a run-down condition, not fit to work. “Myinother sup

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