The Syracuse and Lake Wawasee Journal, Volume 13, Number 27, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 4 November 1920 — Page 7

Boys Play Basket Ball in Parade FT Mmm H BEU! iW%W L KM® O ** IgfE ; *Sk jpjjKgl■K-Sfff B mT'" . Jl|| One of the most novel and 1 original stunts in the "Boys’ parade” liel during Boys’ week in San Francisco, was a moving basketball game, whic was played by two picked tennis from the San Francisco Boys’ club, Tw targe motortrucks carried a regulation basketball goal on either side of Mai ket street, and the game was played during the entire progress of the parade

INTERESTING ITEMS A New Orleans firm is said to be exporting an average of 10,000 hlliga- j tor hides a month. The average wages of woolen weav- i »rs in .Japan during the last, year was 10 cents per day for men and 3C| cents i day for women. , j. The most important industry jin the JutdrWest Indies is the refining of z petroleum at Wlllemstadt, where one ?lant employs more than 1,000 work- I ‘rs. ■» A new umbrella is assembled in such i manner that any broken pai’t may je removed and replaced by a new one without the assistance of an umbrella naker.

May we remark that a map win , tells parasols is engaged in a shadj •usiness. When troubles start they come one’s 1 tray like a string of beads.

The shepherd lad no notion had Os Golden Sun, when he First came to know brown berries grow Upon the coffee tree. O n tropica! plantations Golden Sun is Every atom of that; treasured taste is pre* served by careful blending,bivwxung as* packing. Through anided arrangement ybiir grocer is always kept supplied with fresh stocks. That is the reason you geV more tastes* less waste when you use Golden Sun Coffee. Th« Wbolson Spice Ca TUedctOhio

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Sugar production in the Ukrain this year is estimated at from 240.00 to 320,000 tons, which is about one tenth of its pre-war production. Corncobs, which used to be of us only for making pipes and burning have yielded a valuable dye base a little expense under the treatment o chemists. In. Winnipeg, Canada, ten times a many dwellings have been erected dur ing the first six months of this yea as were erected during the same pe riod of last year. Elephants, snakes and turtles do- no fret in captivity and live long lives but monkeys and foxes Worry them selves to death in cages and the mor tality is high.

Just the Place. “Many romances occur in business life.” “I suppose so. Especially in a match factory.” A dwarf threatens Hercules.

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ALEC M’CRAE. f 4 t Synopsis.—Dissatisfied because of | •the seemingly barren outlook of hist ; position as a school teaches in a ? ; Canadian town, John Harris deter-; i mines to leave it. take up land in i ? Manitoba and become a "home- ? ; steader." Mary, the girl whom he ? ; loves, declares she will accompany; i him. They arc married and set out« f for the unknown country. Alec Me- ? * Crae. pioneer settler and adviser of* ; newcomers, proves an invaluable ; * friend. Leaving his, wife with the i 4 family of a fellow settler, Fred Ar-• * thurs. Harris and McCrae journey ? :over the prairie and seletet a home-; i stead. Mary insists on accompanying i I him when he takes possession. i &>-- CHAPTER ll—Continued. Darkness was settling down —darkness of the seventh night since their departure from Emerson—when, like a mole on the face of the plain, a little gray lump grew on the horizon. Arthurs rose in his sleigh and waved his fur cap in the air; Harris sent back an answering cheer. Slowly the mole grew until in the gathering shadows it took on indistinctly the shape, of a building, and just as the rising moon crested the ridge of the Pembina hills the travelers swung up at the door. Arthurs walked unerringly to a nail on the wall and took down a lantern; its dull flame drove the mist slowly down the glass, and presently the light was beating back from rhe glistening frost which sparkled on every log of the little room. “Well, here we are in Hungry Hall,” said Arthurs. “Everything just as I left it.” Then, turning to his wife, “Come, Lil,” he said. "Jack, perhaps you have an engagement of your own.” He took his wife in a passionate embrace and planted a fervent kiss upon her lips, while Harris followed his example. Then they sat down on the boxes that served for chairs, amid a happiness too deep for words. * * * So the minutes passed until Mrs. Arthurs sprang to her feet. “Why. Mary,” she exclaimed, “I do believe you’re crying,” wh|le the moisture glistened on her own cheek. “Now, you* men, clear out! I suppose you think the horses will stable themselves? Yes, I see you have the box full of wood, Fred. That’s not so bad for a start. Leave some matches, and say, you might just get our boxes in here. Remember we’ve lived in these clothes for the best part of two weeks,” The young men sprang to their task, ind as soon as they were out of the house the girls threw their arms about ?ach other and wept like women together. It was only for a moment; a juick dash of the’ hand across the ayes, and both were busy removing coats and wraps. The door opened, and their “boxes,” as well as other equipment from the sleighs, were carried in, and the men disappeared to the little stable at the back of the house. After several attempts the girls succeeded in starting a fire in the rusted stove, and soon its grateful heat was radiating to every corner of the room. The house was built of poplar logs, sewed and dove-tailed at the corners with the skill of the Ontario woodsman. It was about 12x16 feet in size, with collar-beams eight feet from the Boor. Ti,e roof was of two thicknesses of elur beards. with tar paper between. The floor wa-» oF boards. The door was in the east side, near the southeast corner: the stove stood about the center of the »ast wall. ‘ The only window was in the south; six panes of Bxlo glass suf--sce<J for light. Through this window another lantern shone back from the darkness, and the flickering light from the stove danced in duplicate. A rough board table sat under the window; a box nailed in the southwest comer evidently served as cupboard. No tools br movables of any value had been left in the place, Arthurs having stored such effects with a neighbor, some dozen miles away, lest they be stolen from the cabin by some unscrupulous traveler during his absence. The days that followed were days jf intense activity for both men and women. There was much to do, inside and out. In the interior of the little house en extraordinary change was wrought; sfihph. drapers end. pictures relieved the bareness of the walls; shelves were built for the accommodation of many trinkets dear to the feminine heart; a rag carpet covered the center of the floor; plain but appetizing dishes peeked enticingly from behind the paper curtain that now clothed the bare ribs of the cupboard ; and a sense of homeliness pervaded the atmosphere. A week had passed, and no sign of life, other than that of the little party Itself, had been seen about the Arthurs* homestead, when one day Harris’ eyes already becoming keen to the prairie distances, espied a dark point on the horizon. It grew slowly from a point to a spot, from a spot to an object, and at length was defined as a man on horseback. Presently Aleck McCrae drew up at the door. “Hello, farmers,” he cried, “how goes the battle? An’ the good wives? Building a little Eden in this wilderness, I'll wkrrant. Tell them to put another name in the pot, an’ a hungry □ame at that. I haven’t seen a white woman’s meal I don’t know when.” The friends gathered about the oldtimer, plying him with questions, which he answered or discussed until the meal was over, holding his own business quietly In the background. But with supper ended, his pipe In his teeth and his feet resting comfortably In the oven, he broached his subject “Ready for the road in the mornin, Jack? Don’t want to break up Uttle honeymoon, y* know, but

the month is wearing on. Nothing but horseback for it now. an’ they do say the settlers are crowding up something wonderful; The best land’s going fast: Most of them will hold up now, with the roads breaking, but by slipping out on our horses we can locate an’ file before the real spring rush opens. You should get some kind of shelter up before the frost is out of the ground, so’s to lose no time from plowing once the spring ovens.” Harris needed no urging, nod in the early morning the two men. with blankets and provisions, started out on horseback for the . still farther west. Harris soon found that more judgment i was required in the, selection of a j prairie farm than: he had supposed, and he congratulated himself upon having fallen in with so experienced a plainsman as McCrae. ..“This is good enough for me,” said Harris at length, as their horses crested a little elevation from which the prairie stretched away in all directions, smooth as a table. “Isn’t it magnificent ! And all free for the taking!” “It’s pretty to look at,” said McCrae, “but I guess you didn’t come west for scenery, did you?” “Well, what’s the matter with it? Look at that grass. If the soil wasn't all right it wouldn’t grow native crops like that, wotfld it?” “The soil’s’all right,” answered McCrae. “Nothing better anywhere, an’ you can plow 160 abres to every quarter section. But this is in the frost belt. They get it every August—sometimes July. We’ve got to get further west yet, into the higher land of the Turtle mountain slopes. I know there's good stuff there that hasn’t been taken.” And so they pressed on, until, in the bright sunshine, the blue line of the Turtle mountain lay like a lake on the western horizon. Many times in their explorations they passed over sections that Harris would have accepted, but McCrae objected, finding always some flaw not apparent to the untrained eye. At length they rode over a quarter where McCrae turned his horse and rode back again. Forward and back, forward and back, they rode the 160 acres, until not a rood of it had escaped their scrutiny. On the southeast cornet a stream, in a ravine of some depth, cut off a triangle of a few acres’ extent. Otherwise it was prairie sod, almost level, with yellow clay “Isn’t It Magnificent! All Free for the Taking!” lying at the badger holes. Down in the ravine, where they had been sheltered from fire, were red w’illows, choke cherry bushes, and a few little poplars and birches; a winding pond marked the course of the stream, which was running in considerable volume. Even’ as they stood on the bank a great cracking was heard, and huge blocks of ice rose to the surface of the pond. Some of these as they rose turned partly on their edge, showing two smooth sides. “Good!” exclaimed MeCraa. •’There’s some depth of water there. That pond hasn’t frozen solid, or the ice wouldn’t come up like that. That means water all winter for stock, Independent of your well —a mighty important consideration, which a lot of these landgrabbers don’t seem to reckon on. Now there’s a good quarter, Jack. This coulee will give shelter for your stock in raxy weather, an’ there’s a bench looks as though it was put there for your Uttle house. There’s light timber to the north, fit for fuel an’ building, within 15 miles, an’ there’ll be neighbors here before the summer’s over, or I’m no prophet What do you say?” “The quarter suits me,” said Harris. “And the adjoining quarter is good stuff, too. I can take pre-emp-tion right on that. But there’s just one thing I’m in doubt about. How Pm going to square it with you for the service you have given. My cash is getting low, and ” “Don’t worry about that I generally size up my customer an’ bill him accordingly. If he has lots of money, an’ seems likely to part with it foolishly, I put as mush of it as I can in safe keeping. But there isn’t any money fee as far as yos’re concerned. Fact is, I klnda figure on trading this bill out with you. I expect to be roving this country, east an’ west for some years to come, an* I’ve a little policy of establishing depots here an* there—places where I can drop in for

a square meal an’ a sleep an’ a bit oi western hospitality. Places, too, ii you like, where there are men to saj j a good word for Aleck McCrae. How’s that suit you?” Harris took his friend’s hand in s warm grip. He rightly guessed thal McCrae was not bartering his services for hospitality, but was making ii easy for Harris to accept them by appearing to bargain for a service in return. So they shook hands togethei on the side of the bank overlooking the little coulee, and as they looked in each other’s eyes Harris realizec for the first time that McCrae was still a young man. A sense of comradeship came over him —a feeline that this man was more of a brother than a father. With admiring eyes he looked on McCrae’s fine face, his broad shoulders, his wonderful physique, and the question he asked sprang from his lips before he could arrest it. “Why don’t you get married, Mac?’ “Who. me?” said McCrae, laughing; but Harris detected a tone in his voice that was not all happiness, and the thought came to him that McCrae’s craving for hospitality might root deeper than he supposed. i “It’s a long ride to the land office,” I continued McCrae, “an’ you can’t file a minute too soon. We’d better find a | corner post an’ make sure of the numi her of this* section, an’ put as much road behind us as we can tonight.” After filing at the land office Harris returned at once to the Arthurs’ homestead. The news that the Harrises were to be neighbors within 40 miles was received with enthusiasm by both Fred and Lilian Arthurs. But Harris was now consumed with a burning energy; he allowed himself only a precious half day at the home of th? Arthurses, hade his wife an affectionate farewell, and, with a cheery goodby to the warm friends on the homestead, he was away down the trail tc Emerson. On arrival at' Emerson one of the first men he met was Tom Morrison. The two pioneers shook hands warmly, and in a few words Harris told of having selected bis claim, waxing enthusiastic over the locality in which his lot was to be cast. “I must get out there myself,” saic Morrison. “Do,” Harris urged. “There are some other fine quarters In the neigh borhood, and nothing would be bettei than to have you on one of them.” The west-bound trip was made ir good time, although not without difficulty at some points in the road, and before the tenth of April Harris was back under the shelter of Arthurs roof. He was for pressing on alone in the morning, but he found that his wife had made all her plans to accompany him and would listen neither to persuasion nor reason. “But, Mary, there’s no house, and nc shelter, and no neighbors—nothing bul sky and grass as far as you can see. “All the more reason I should go,’ she answered. “If you have to rough it in the open you at least deserve your meals cooked for you, and such other help as a woman can give. 1 really must be with you. I reallj must, John, and you know—l’m go ing.” So at last he consented. The sup plies of provisions were increased, and together they set out to wrestle thei) fortunes from the wilderness. .On arrival at the homestead th< young wife immediately gave e?idenc« that she intended to bear her ful; share the pioneer’s duties. A comI paratively dry spot was found among the little poplars, and here she built a tent with blankets and a bit of rag carpet that came in most handy foi such purposes. Their stove was sei up, and although it smoked stubbornly for lack of draught, it furnished heat for cooking, and when Jack returned from tethering the horses the smell of frying ham and hot tea struck his nostrils. “Well, that’s better than rustling sot myself, I will admit,” he said. “Be it ever »o humble—” (TO BE CONTINUED.) MAKE THE MOST OF TODAY All That Has Gone Before Is Past and the Future Is Clouded With Uncertainty. Today is what you have. It is also what you are. And again, Today 18 what you do. And if you haven’t anything, and aren’t anybody, and do nothing—why, then, for you there is no Today. For Today Is music. Today is art Today is literature. Today is joy. Today is work. Today is play. Today is life. Yesterday is no problem —for it it past. Tomorrow is no problem—for it Isn’t here. Today is supremacy. Today is the world. Today is—Opportunity! Crowd in upon it then. Today—take hold upon its faintest chance. Spread your smiles —Today. Be game—To day. Be glad and great—Today. Today is the day—your day. Today is Time and Change doing its job. Are you a vital part of the play? Today you may start out all anew. To day you may put to use what you learned a day ago. The center of your entire life may revolve about—Today. But, above all things, do not fear— Today. And let all worry slide. Al! things that do not count—let them go, too. Work and heap and love—To day. For this Today will never daws again!—George Matthew Adams in Good Housekeeping. Holes In Plaster. Holes in painted or tinted walls can be filled with plaster of parts, but the contrast is often worse than the hole. The coloring used in washing waists can be used in mixing the plaster of parts until the wall color Is reached, and there.will be no strong contrast to call attention to the spot—MoCall’s. Words I Words! It has been estimated that the Eng* lish language possesses 75,000 more words than the French, German and Spanish languages combined. j *

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e Political View. Bluebeard’s wife saw her predecessors. “What a lot of good votes lost,” she tried. —New York Herald. Catarrh Catarrh is a local disease greatly influenced by constitutional conditions. HALL’S CATARRH MEDICINE is a Tonic and Blood Purifier. By cleansing the blood and building up the System, HALL’S CATARRH MEDICINE restores normal conditions and allows Nature to do its work. All Druggists. Circulars free. F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio. MADE THE BREAK COMPLETE No Possible Question of a Future Reconciliation Between Mabel and Her Former Fiance. “I am glad I broke my engagement with Tom,” Mabel observed indignantly. “He's no real gentleman.” “Why, I have always thought him one,” Tess commented in surprise. ‘What has he done?” “Well, I sent him back his presents—that is, all except the diamond ring and a few other things that I thought I was really entitled to, considering how many times he had taken dinner at our house and all, and asked him to return mine.” “Well, did he refuse?” “He did not. He not only sent back i box of cigars, unopened, and a pen wiper and a knit necktie, but he sent also five boxes of face powder, saying that lie estimated that to be about the quantity he had taken away on his coat during the time we were engaged.” Turning the Luck. In Yorkshire, country folk cross their thumbs “to turn the luck” should they meet a single magpie. In Scotland a magpie seen near a dwelling is believed to portend death to one 3f the inmates. A good business qualification Is the Ability to attend to one’s own business.

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Many a man has been bunkoed by judging a woman’s disposition by her smile. They only live who dare. A Lady of Distinction Is recognized by the delicate fasclnat* ing influence of the perfume she uses. A bath "with Cuticura Soap and hot water to thoroughly cleanse the pores, followed by a dusting with Cutieur* Talcum powder usually means a clear, sweet, healthy skin.—Adv. HARD TO LIVE UP TO THESE Speakers Would Do Well Indeed If They Matched the Work Credited to the Painters. John Brookbank, commander-in-chiei of the 330 Richmond business men who are soliciting money for the $500,* 000 endowment of Earlham college* was speaking to tl*e men at the daily noon luncheon held in the basement of the Grace M. E. church. He was congratulating them on their good work and exhorting them to greater efforts in theSfuture. He said: “To.gain success in this as in any. we must make it real and lifelike, . . . something that people can see is worth while and vital and living. Why, we must do as good as the painter who drew a picture of a cat so lifelike that ten minutes after he hung it on the wall there were flear on it." President Edwards arose and said: “Or we must do as well as the other painter who drew a picture of This painter threw the hen in the waste basket, but Itiwfta so life-like that it just lay there.”—lndianapolis News. y Anyway, Ananias was never accused of being the author of a tombstone inscription. , There are men who would rather be attached to a ball and chain than te an apron string.