The Syracuse and Lake Wawasee Journal, Volume 13, Number 19, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 9 September 1920 — Page 4

Ghe Mystery of Hartley House Caafoa M FLirun C*r>.

CHAPTER X—-Continued, —l2— “Finally the old boy got up {vilth the case ' ••’<! Hghr under his anti and went toward the door with t)ie girl and the foreigner following him. and the foreigner talking fast and loud. They got outside and all got intof the ear." the girl beside the old boy. who was driving, and the foreigner behind. “As the old boy started the car; the foreigner made a grab for the case', but the old boy was too quick for him and dropped it to the floor. Thq car swerved toward the ditch. jp “‘Y i can’t drive a car that way,’ I said. ’You’d better tell that felldw to lay off.' “ ‘l’ve told him,’ said the old boy. ‘lf he keeps on bothering me. I’ll tell him with a gun. He'll kill all of us.’ “So they started, but they hadn’t gone a quarter of a mile when I heard the girl >cream. I got my nlotorcycle, which was out in front, and went down the road after them. Theft* was sure going to be an accident if the foreigner kept grabbing at the njan at the wheel. They must have been going prettj fast. I chased th(*m a mile and a half, ami several tiinbs I heard the girl cry out ahead in the! dark. “I was within two hundred yards of them when the girl screanjod louder than ever, arid I heard a crafch. I knew they'd get it, and they had. The car had gone into a tree at the side bf the road. «'. | |p ' “The old boy was dead, and the girl was unconscious —but the foreigner was gone.”. “What about the leather jicake?” asked a man in the group about the constable. It was the question I could have shouted out myself. “It was gone. too. The 01<T Hoy did not have a single paper in his pockets, but after I got help and we got attention for the girl, we found a letter in her nurse addressed to Miss Agnes Mitchell. Hartley house, Hartlek That was the only identification we had. I telephoned over to Hartley and a man said he would be over. Thaf’s all 1 know about it. I’ve got to be getting over to the station. It’s about time that man from Hartley was looking me up." ' As he went out. I followed him. and on the sidewalk I introduced myself. CHAPTER XI. The constable looked at me for an Instant as if uncertain whether to regard my manner of getting his narrative as altogether friendly. “You were telling what I vqanted to know," I suggested. “I came in because I was directed to inquire for you there. I did not interrupt you, but if was without intent of gaining Information that I (lid not expect to gain otherwise.” “It’s all right,” said the Constable. “You see through me, though. I was just thinking how uncomfortable I ought to have been with you listening, and I was pretty near getting kore. The first thing is the identification of the body. For the time being, it is in the station-house.” There was no possible dohbt, ev;en before I looked at the face, from which, the constable ; drew the sheet which covered the body as it lay on a bench. The shabby, little lawyer's, rascally schemes, timid but villainous- —necessary, probably, in his gnarled and unhappy life—were closed by death. ; A deputy of the coroner was present, find he took a deposition by me which gave merely the dead man’s name, stated that he had called several times at Hartley house on business and that I had no personal knowledge of the manner in which ire came to Ids death. That was all the authorities needed, of me. A maid by the name of Agnes Mitchell had been given temporary employment at Hartley house. It was undoubtedly she who was the companion of the man, who had been killed. I asked the constable where I might see the maid and whether she was too badly injured to talk to any one. He said that she had been taken to the nearest hospital, which was ten miles away. He did not know how serious her injuries were. I had my driver take me to.the hospitiil and found that as a representative of the family for which she was employed I might talk to her. She was in pain and heavily bandaged. but was conscious and willing to talk. “Agnes," I said, when the nurse had left us, “I am not here to make a great deal of trouble for you, but if I show leniency it will be in exchange for your confidence. We have known that an unconscionable gang of rascals have had designs on Hartley house. Evidently you have yielded to some temptation they offered you. Deal with me frankly, and I’ll be more than lenient.” She told me that the lawyer had tried to corrupt the maid, Anna, who had asked, later, for a month’s leave. She found that she did not have the courage for the work. The lawyer evolved the plan of introducing a resolute and reliable woman into the house by the expedient adopted. . Her instructions were to find and take away n manuscript she would find concealed in Jed’s room. The abduction of Jed had made it easy for the maid to search through his belongings. Agnes did not know what value was attached to the manuscript. It was her obligation merely to get it. The lawyer was to have an automobile waiting on the road beyond the oak grove. He was to be by the small door, through which the maid escaped. She ransacked Jed’s room in the fashion of which I saw the result, and found the box cunningly hidden in his bedsprings in a manner so contrived except careful Investigation It

seemed to be a part of the structure of the bed. Agnes said that she had planned to make her escape after my round of the house, but her excitement at finding the thing so earnestly sought betrayed her into incautiousness. The lawyer’s plan wi.s to take the road we would think them less likely to take In case there were pursuit, and for that reason had gone toward Horwich. The Spaniard was not expected to meet them, but he knew they intended to go through Horwich, and he knew approximately the time they would get there if they were successful. The train which stopped at Horwich to let off passengers allowed him to act upon a plan which his suspicions of his lawyer’s good faith suggested. He thought that if the lawyer saw a barroom light he would stop for a drink. He was in Horwich unexpectedly to meet the girl and the lawyer. The scene in the Half Day barroom followed. The Spaniard was determined to have possession of the manuscript. The lawyer was determined he 1 should not have it. They struggled as the lawyer tried to drive the car, having several narrow escapes from the ditch. Then the Spaniard, in a rage, abandoned all caution and threw himself bodily on the lawyer, who lost control of the car and hit a tree. That was all the girl knew. I thought a while, trying to make up my mind what further to do with the girl. Finally I said: "Agnes, 1 am inclined to compromise with the law. I will prefer no charges against you now, and without forecasting the future. I may intimate BO JO m a “Because I Am a Thief and Know the Business and Have a Record." that no charges ever will be preferred against you if I may have you removed to Hartley house, where you will have every care, but where you must remain under a sure but unobtrusive surveillance until we give you permission to go.” "* In spite of her pain the girl smiled. “You would amuse the police,” she said. “Why?” I asked. “Why do/you suppose the lawyer hired me for this Job?” “Because you were available, suitable and easily tempted.” “Because I am a thief and know the business and have a record.” That was a facer, but it did not Change the present need. “You have less reason, then, for wanting to come to the attention of the police again.” "I have no reason at all." “Then you will come to Hartley house as I suggested?” “Sure, if you can get me there without killing me.” I made the necessary arrangements, and Agnes set out on her return, in an ambulance. The servant who opened the door as we drove up was Jed. I could not help showing by a start and by the expression on my face that I was astonished by his reappearance. This pleased him, When he acted he liked to produce effects. He looked Inquiringly at the ambulance and then Inquiringly at me. By that time I was able to accept him as a usual part of the household. "Get someone to help you with a stretcher, Jed,” I said. “Agnes, a maid, has been hurt. Then tell Mrs. Aldricfi I should like to see her in the office as soon as it is convenient.” “Yes, sir,” said Jed. Mrs. Aldrich came immediately, and I told her the girl Agnes was to be treated with every consideration and that if it weije possible to have the other maids regard her kindly so as not to make her feel obloquy, it would be only Christian. Mrs. Aldrich was a very stanch churchwoman and I could see in the tightening of her lips that such soft treatment of a woman caught in crime did not satisfy her ideas of morality. She went out dissatisfied, but I knew she .would do her best. Jed came in, still in his superserviceable mood. “Would you like some coffee, sir?” he asked. I was tired and did want a stimulant. “Yes, Jed I would —thank you,” I said ’as heartily as I could, determined to break down his triumph of imperturbability by a commonplace handling of him. He brought the tray. "Sit down,” I said. “Your schemes have come to a bad end In this house. It will do you no good, and it may destroy the family. Things are beyond your control or my control. The Spaniard has the manuscript he was after.

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Your power is gone. It is transferred to him." 7 “So you are familiar with this affair !” “I am not. I only know what has happened since I came here. I do not want to know any more.” “You are wise. There is nothing but unhappiness and danger ip knowing. It is not news to me that Dravada has Mr. Sidney’s'diary. They released me after they learned that the manuscript had been found and that the lawyer and Dravada had It.” Jed then sat down and told what had happened to him. I was very angry, remembering Isohel as she-came hunning in that night with her sleeve torn from her waist. I wondered that I could hear the man calmly, but he had extraordinary power, being moved by extraordinary eriiotions. “In the first place." he said, “may I say that I have been preposterous? You think I am a lunatic. Sometimes I am, almost. It is easy enough to be a cabbage if you are one. It Is sometimes hard to seem one if you are not. I’ve been a fool —but I’ve been .hunting for something that I have not been able to find. I want happiness and importance. My egotism asks for it, but my common sense is going: to have its tway. That's preliminary.” Then he told his experiences. He had become violent with Isohel. He wanted it understood that he had been desperate but respectful. He had no idea of taking hold of her or of tearing her sleeve. She had been magnificent. She had given him a moral shock. lie felt like a worm. He had been attacked suddenly by the men who had overpowered him. They had come upon him from the brush. Ho had ‘recognized Dravada at once. He might have overcome tjie Spaniard, but I the desperate, little lawyer, in a frenzy I. of activity, had been just bold and I strong enough to interfere so that Jed : had been made helpless. An'other man i had come breathlessly to help. ■ Jed ■ had been'bound and gagged. lie had been hustled into the screen of’ woods : and beyond them to a waiting autoI mobile. His captors; in the automobile, had i headed for the city and entered it after j midnight. They had taken their pris- ! oner to a tenement on the East side. , For several days the lawyer and Dravqda had tried to extort the secret . from Jed by ; threats. They had tried to buy it by promise of an equitable division of profits. The lawyer had i been quite frantic part of the time. Jed said, bounding about in an ecstasy ;of rage. At other times he had been friendly and persuasive. Dravada had been savage and want- | ed to try torture, hut the attorney, enj raged as he frequently became in his ; failure and disappointment, would not I permit this and had got a trustworthy .rascal of his acquaintance, named Sim. j with two other men, to keep a con- ■ slant guard over Jed with a view not only to prevent his escape but to keep Dravada from doing him harm or taking .hint away.

The lawyer, both dismayed and enraged by Jed’s obstinacy, had finally thought of corrupting someone in the house to find and steal the manuscript. The best he had been able to do was to persuade a maid to prove false enough to introduce the real thief. “Dravada and the lawyer never had any hesitancy at 1 tving their quarrels in the room where they held me.” Jed said, “Brown was afraid Dravada would corrupt the fellow Sim. torture me and get the story. Dravada was afraid Brown would corrupt someone in Hartley bouse and get the manuscript. Each one feared that the other would succeed independently and get away without making division. “Dravada pretended to be satisfied when Brown told him that he must not appear near Hartley. When they thought they were going to succeed in stealing the manuscript out of my room Brown proved to Dravada that the only one of them that could go to meet tlie maid was Brown. Dravada appeared to accept that as reasonable, and he must have put Brown off his guard, because Brown told him all the plans. “Dravada used to be very stupid, but his cupidity given him a sort of Intelligence. He allvw'ed IXvwn to think he was perfectly satisfied, but he wasn’t at all. By seeming to be satisfied he learned all about the details of the plan, and he knew that Brown, to avoid pursuit, intended to take the way to Horwich. “He knew that if Brown went through Horwich he would stop for several drinks. He would*need them if he was disappointed. He would have to have them if he had the manuscript and was excited by it. So Dravada went to Horwich. It all worked out. and when Brown got to the village, he found Dravada. Then he telephoned to the fellow Sim to let me go. I was perfectly harmless. It was an interesting situation.” “I could wish Dravada had tortured you,” I said to Jed. “He has the means now, through you, to torture this family.” “I said I knew Dravada had the manuscript,” said Jed. “I did that for effect. What I oughUto have said was that I knew he thought he had the manuscript. If I had no more than the intelligence you credit me with, doctor, I could not have conducted this affair so long. What Dravada has is not the diary of Mr. Sidney.” Until I felt the relief following Jed’s explanation that the blackmailers had stolen only a decoy, I did not fully realize into what despondency our predicament up to that time had thrust me. If Mr. Sidney’s diary were being read by unscrupulous men, we might expect anything. The lawyer, whose shrewdness and lack of morals made him formidable, was dead. The Spaniard would soon

discover his disappointment and woub be furious. I thought the physlca danger to Jed was greater than eve and found some pleasure in tellin. him so. He ua« convinced of that himself and was not happy. “Why don't u end your rascality? I urged him. “Why don’t you give th manuscript to Mrs. Sum. v and allo' her to make whatever dispo.:' , ion sle wants of it? Then your console,. will be easy—-your position in rhihouse will for the first time be tolerable to a decent man. and your puysi cal security will be promoted.” He would not. He st'emed to hesitate for a moment, but his purpose was too long fixed and too much a part of his life. He no longer was surly with me. and I seemed to have lost my ability* to enrage him. We parted with my telling him that there would be no possible truce or peace between us unless he respected the women of the household. He. bowed. "Anything else, sir?” he asked; and then he departed as the servant. Mi's. Sidney’s relief to find that the robbery had proved only a hoax on the robbers was such as would come from escape from tangible horrors. The lady had been keeping control of herself, as was. necessary to protect her husband and daughter from her own agony of mind and to keep\the household from finding significance in what could be. passed over as a trivial piece of robbery. When she learned that the alarm was over, she relaxed limply in her chair, and I feared that she might collapse; but in a moment she had struggled back to command of herself. Then she excused ? herself and went into her bedroom —for prayer, I knew.Mr. Sidney’s joy at the return of Jed was robust, ami Jed went to bed very tipsy with two bottles of wine in him. I found him in the hall as I went my rounds of the house. He was singing. 1 knew - we’d hear again and soon from Dravada, but not in what manner. Naturally I was apprehensive, and no doubt Jed was more so, although to save himself from my contempt lie tried to conceal his fears. The Spaniard could not be expected to accept his failure as final. He would try again. That expectation was fulfilled in a disconcerting fashion. Thus far we had been dealing with chance, with apparitions and threats. We now came to deal with inevitability. Our experiences had been disagreeable. but they had not presented unescapable consequence. We had a choice of ways. Now we entered a way from which there was no escape.

Four days Jed’s return a man came to Hartley house and inquired for me. He was a detective. His name was Morgan; he was the head of the Morgan Detective agency. I thought on first seeing him —while yet wondering what his business with us could be. and yet knowing instinctively that it had to do with Dravada —that this newcomer had more than a suggestion of shrewd malevolence in his face. Before he was through his interview with me, or rather his inquiries of me, I knew that inevitability had entered our case. We were no longer progressing at the mercy of opportunity or chance. Morgan was fate. The whole aspect had been altered. Morgan. a muscular, black-haired, sordid, unscrupulous man of action and obviously of queer action, was pure Greek tragedy to us. (TO BE CONTINUED.) PEAK WHERE NOAH LANDED Mount Ararat, in Northwestern Persia, Is Now Part of a Recently Created “Buffer” State. Youthful students of sacred history, if they will look up the map of the near East, will find in the extreme northwestern part of Persia a mountain peak marked Mount Ararat, That should give them a fine starting point, for they will remember that it was on Mount Ararat that Noah, in the Biblical account lapded. Mount Ararat is the loftiest peak in Azerbaidjan, 17,000 feet above sea level, but if they have neglected , news from Europe they may not know that Azerbaidjan is a new republic established by the political strife in eastern Europe in the expectation that it will act as a political and military buffer for some of the great nations. The inhabitants of Azerbaidjan are Persians, Armenians, Kurds. TartarTurks and Arabs, whose valleys are veritable garden spots. It ranks in statistics as one of the most productive spets in all Persia, but young reiKters will find their chief interest in the fact that it contains Mount Ararat, which gave Noah his first shelter, according to the accepted narrative. The erection of Azerbaidjan as a buffer state brings the remote past and the Immediate present together in a way which may also awaken the interest of those who have moved past the years of youthful curiosity.—Pittsburgh Dispatch. Kama, a Hindu God of Love. Kama is the Hindu god of love. In one account he springs from Brahma’s heart. He is armed with a bow and arrows, the bow'being of sugar cane, the bowstring a line of bees, and each of the five arrows sipped with a distinct flower, supposed to conquer one of the five senses. He rides on a parrot or sparrow, attended by nymphs, one of whom hears his fanner displaying the Makara. or a fish on a red ground. His wife is Rati (pleasure) or Priti (affection), his daughter Tirsha (thirst or desire), and his son is Amiruddha (the unrestrained). Eggstraordinary Coincidence. The custom has prevailed with a certain Episcopal church in California of presenting «ach scholar of the Sunday school with an egg at the celebration of Easter. On one occasion, when that point In the service was reached which had been set apart for this interesting ceremony, the clergyman rose and made the announcement: “Hymn No. 419, ‘Begin, My Soul, the Exalted Lay,’ after which the eggs will be distributed.” —Boston Transcript

Home Town iTHeipsTl IN TRUE COMMUNITY SPIRIT Example of Small Town Neighborli. ness That Is the Rule Rather Than the Exception. ’nd” Js a story from life for workers to moralize on. Howard Kirchgesner is a farmer living on the outskirts of Staples, Minn. While operating some farm machinery, he crushed his hand. For any farmer to injure a hand at this season of the year is pretty serious business, espepecially when help is so scarce and live stock and crops must be dally attended to. Kirchgesner went to bed with his hand paining him and wondering how his farm would get along. It looked* pretty bad for him. In the morning he was awakened by a commotion in his front yard. He looked out to find Mayor Harry Long, Rev. W. H. Johnson, Harry Manson. Sherm Tower, Jerry Lynch and half a dozen other neighbors from Staples, dressed* in overalls and equipped with hoes and other implements ready to keep his farm going while he was laid up. And from suiitfp until sundown there was only deatra for weeds and potato bugs. Then thd cows were milked and turned out to pasture and the neighbors departed Tor their homes.It would seem that one must turn off from the asphalt pavements to find the places where life is still run pretty much as the heart dictates, and where the question, “Am I my brother’s keeper?” doesn’t wait for an answer. Is it any wonder that the nation and the big city turn to the small town and the country for its captains, when this is the spirit that rules its everyday life.—Minneapolis Journal. NO ADVANTAGE IN BIGNESS Los Angeles Man Combats an Opinion That Has Been Long and Generally Held. Os what advantage is bigness in a city, beyond a reasonable point, except to real estate subdividers? demands a writer in the Los Angeles 'rimes. Personally, I found the Los Angeles of 1890 a more livable and lovable, place than the Los Angeles of today. Great cities are cancer spots on the map. breeding places of unrest and revolt. The trend to the cities is one of the most alarming symptoms of our national life. TS'hy measure a city by its size and sraskestacks? Why not rather enlarge upon its beauty, and comfort, and good Citizenship? Americans worship bigness. Cities are estimated by their population, buildings by their height, men by their bank accounts, and babies by their weight. It is a sign of national youth. Children always delight in “great big” toys. In course of time —say in a thousand years or so—we shall overcome this weakness, and value quality rather than quantity. Small Town Opportunities. The general conception of a progressive. man is measured by the size of his bank account, but the real measure of progress is to be found in the amount of good a man does for those around him. The mere shifting of. wealth from one to another is not a mark of progress, but rather an increase of privilege. Many an ordinary man has become very progressive by comifig to a small town from a larger one, because he had better opportunities to develop in the smaller town; while just the opposite could develop a live wire by changing to the city. Progressive men are staying in the small towns, else there would be no growing small towns. It takes effort, and lots of it, to increase the facilities of the small town. —Pittsburgh Dispatch. Women Plan Park. The women of Wellington, a Kansas town, have succeeded in a crusade they undertook a few ye.ys ago, to turn an unsightly swamp of 30 acres into a beautiful city park. It has been named “Community Park.” It is laid out with artistic landscape effect, replete with trees, shrubs and flower beds. It contains a park house, surrounded with large shade trees, a neat modern stone building, containing a large reception room, dining room and kitchen, that will accommodate comfortably about 250 persons. The park house Is used for entertainments, banquets and parties. —Montreal (Can.) Herald. ~~ ~~~ ■ > Courtesy First. It should be a real pleasure to you to be able to give out .information. The more you can be of service and benefit to folks, the more they will think of you and your city. You are a part of Indianapolis—and It is up to you to be a good part. Courtesy first I (Prepared by board in charge of convention of Associated Advertising Clubs of the World at Indianapolis.) Good Citizenship First. Your town won’t grow unless you grow. The size of any community is determined by the quality of its citizens, not by their number. Your duty to yourself and to your town is to be a jgood citizen. jykre You Fond of Hiking? jWe are told that there is an old legend that Eoclides, several centuries before the time of Christ, In Attica, established a pedestrian record that has never since been beaten. Eoclides was a messenger who, being sent from Athens to bring some holy fire from Delphos, made the journey there and back —125 miles in all —on the same day. No Street Beggars in Seville. Seville is the only city of Spain •which forbids begging in the streets.

MYSTERIES OF UNREST. “I wonder why the people in this establishment take so little pains t< be agiS?ajble to me,” said the old cus tomer. “1 have been trading here foi years.” 1 "Maybe that’s the reason,” replied the unrestful one. “Our bosses aren’t so popular around here and you are evidently regarded as a friend of theirs.” A Sentiment Disapproved. *T noted,” said Senator Sorghum "that when my political rival stepped on the platfortn you struck up ‘See tht Conquering Hero Comes.’ ” “Certainly,” replied the leader of the band. “Well, my friend, what I want tc say is that while you may be a fin€ musician, you’re a poor prophet." A Positive Essential. “Henrietta lias decided to give up our tint immediately," said Mr. Meek ton. “Aren’t you comfortable?” “Nqt any more. Henrietta thinks we ought to make a showing in poll tics ami <nir apartment hasn’t even a fire-escape landing, much less a front porch.” Scientific Suggestion. “Tliere was only one way the astronomer’s wife could get him down from his observatory to look at the bruisp on their boy’s face." "How was that?” “She told him to come quick and take an observation of a sp’> on the son.” QUALIFIED. Parent —£an you support my daughter in the way to which she had been accustomed ? Suitor —Yes, indeed, 1 live in the biggest and muddiest pond around here. A Tip to Market Tips. Advice, though It is Given free, May to Its taker Costly be. Her Style. “What sort of a car is that flyawiiy Miss Flirty going to get?” “1 don’t know, but the most fitting Kinfl for her would be a runabout/' Realistic. “Why did you lay the action In your first act in a dental parlor?” “Because I wanted the scene to have some drawing power.” Not a Healthy Place. "Better not try any business in this to\yn,” said the first highwayman. MWhy not? The pickin’ is good,” said the second. 4l know; but they’ve got a judge here who’s actually passin’ out 15-year strjetches." The Leader. Willie—Mamma, who is that'man with long hair who is waving r. stick in front of all those fiddlers? Mamma—He is the conductor, Willie. Willie—Oh, Is he? Well, where do they keep the motorman?. The One Obstacle. “There is only one good reason that I can see why a woman should not have a say in everything.” “What is that?” “If she’s dumb.” His Fate. f“There is no Im-mony in that man’s life.” “Is his family quarrelsome?” “No; he gives singing lessons.” His Mind Still at the Office. Mrs. De LaSalle (on a pleasure trip with her broker husband) points to the glowing sun slowly setting behind the mountain range—See how it’s jinking lower and lower — jje—Yes, soon it will be below par. Her Secret. Patience —Peggy can’t keep a secret. Patrice—lndeed, she can. “Why do y,ou say she can?” “Because I asked her how old she was and she wouldn’t tell me.” Could Be Easily Silenced. Husband —If you were only deaf and dumb, my dear. Mrs. Nagg —Oh, you wish that, do you? Husband (wearily)—Yes, then I could turn out the light when you got started. Dressed to Suit “Why need that surgeon advertise his business by his dress?” “Why, does he?” “I notice he always wears a cutaway coat.”

WEALTHJN WEST Canadian Farmers Confident of Record Grain Crop. Boston Banker, Returning From Trip Through the Country. Tells of Rich Yields of Great Northwestern Wheat Fields. A Boston banker, desiring to recuperate from a season of strenuous work, did what most bankers do. or should do, took a holiday, away from the confines of the city life. (Canada was In his mind. He would the trip, learn something of the (wnintry, breathe of its ozone and return exhilarated both in tnind and body. On his return a few days ago, he told the reporter of the Wall Street Journal of the richness of the vast fields* of golden grain that he saw on his trip through the Canadian West. Doubtless he broke his journey into the Canadian Rockies long enough to make an inspection of them. AVho could help it, as from tlie ear window were to bti seen miles and miles of golden stooks, ranged row upon row away back to the lines of the horizon? He must have done so, for when he igot back to the Huh, he was filled with enthusiasm over his trip and what he saw in Canada, and he had to get it off his mind. It was revealed in this way: “Canada is getting strong, recovering»by leaps and Hounds from the depression caused by war. While unrest and lack of co-operation seem to he bolding things back on this side of the border tlie Dominion to the north faces an era of unprecedented activity and prosperity. One of the • basic reasons for this brilliant comeback is the rich yield of the great northwestern wheat fields.” That the crops ip Canada, both east and west, are meeting tlie expectations of the farmers is a satisfying fact, which gives a positive assurance of a yield that will mean millions of. dollars to the wealth of the country. Tliere will probably he as much as two hundred million bushels of wheat to export, giving an added wealth to the country of nearly half a billion dollars. In all parts the crop ' yield promises to be abundant, and with favorable weather front now on there may be expected a harvest that will equal if not surpass that of 1915. It will doubtless be pleasing to the many readers of this paper to know that the friepds they have developing their farms in this region of big crops and good prices will participate in this wealth, and what will be.more pleasing, is the knowledge of the fact that the wealth in which they will participate comes from big prices for a product produced from land purchased at a cheap price. Western Canada has never known a failure in crops. There are districts where partial failures hart’ been, but consideration should be given to the fact that the country, that portion of it in which the present grain growing lies, is from seven to eight hundred npiles in length by half, that distance in breadth. Because one speaks of the wonderful success of grain growing there, there should not be lost sight of thefact that this is only one item in the wealth-producing possibilities. There is cattle raising, witli a.lle tlft* advantages in every way thpt it possesses anywhere: the dairying industry is as- , suming remarkable proportions, and a great deal of attention is given to the development of this industry, whicli is so adaptable to the country, by both* federal and provincial governments.— Advertisement. Too Early. Friend wife was coming in on the 4 a. in. train and, of course, my alarm clock failed to register. It was exactly four when I woke up and, dashing out to the garage, started tlie engine. Still half asleep, I threw the clutch into reverse instead of first speed and whirled through tlie back door and part of my neighbor’s, yard, bringing up with a bang almost in the middle, of the sleeping tent where my neigh-» bor’s family spent their nights. My wife certainly found a warm reception when she reached home. The whole neighborhood was out to welcome her following the riot. —Chicago Tribune. Freshen a Heavy Skin With the antiseptic, fascinating Cutlcurt Talcum Powder/ an exquisitely scented convenient, economical face, skin, baby and dusting powder and perfume. Renders other perfumes superfluous. . One of the Cuticura Toilet Trio (Soap. Ointment, Talcum). —Adv. Gloomy Prospect. “I hope,” raid the newly-made widow, wiping away a tear, “that poor, dear Thomas won’t be ranged with the goats instead of the sheepj’ “Os course not,” replied the bonsoiatory friend. “Thomas was a truly good man.” “Yes,” sighed the widow, “but he would keep butting ih.” Get Back Your Health! Are you dragging around day after day with a dull backache? Are you tired, and lame mornings—subject to headaches, dizzy spells and sharp, stabbing pains? Then there’s surely something wrong. Probably it’s kidney weakness! Don’t wait for more serious kidney trouble. Get back your health and keep it. For quick relief get plenty of sleep and exercise and use Doan’s Kidney Pills. They have helped thousands. Ask your neighbor! An Indiana Case

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