The Syracuse and Lake Wawasee Journal, Volume 15, Number 4, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 25 May 1922 — Page 7

TANLAC KEEPS HIM FIT, SAYS McGRAW Has Used It for Years With Splendid Results—Fine for Run Down Condition. “For four years .Tanlae has kept tne in the pink of condition as I take a few doses of it every time I feel a little run down and, it always builds me up again,” said Win. A. McGraw, 20? Beach Place,. Tampa, Fla. “I began taking Tanlae first about ' four years ago when I was in a very had state of health and had been run » down for several years. I was always taking - laxatives, too, but I believe they did me more harm than good. “Tanlae made me feel like a brand new maji in a very short time and I have never had a return of any of nny old troubles. The reason of this I am firmly convinced is that I always have . Tanlae handy and take a few doses every type I feel a bit under the weather." * Tanlae is sold by all good druggists. Light Conversation. A man wished to introduce a friend to his wife who was at the seashore. When the pair got to the resort they found the wife in the surf. Entering the bath house the men donned their suits and went in the water. The husband introduced his friend. A week later the friend observed the woman he had met in the water sitting • opposite him in a street car. He bowed. She looked puzzled for a moment and then exclaimed: “Oh, how do you do? I didn’t know you with your clothes on.” They had to leave the car at the next corner./ WHY DRUGGISTS RECOMMEND SWAMP-ROOT For many years druggists have watched With much interest the remarkable record maintainedfjby Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root, the great kidney, liver and bladder medicine. ■'< It is a physician’s prescription. Swamp-Root is a strengthening medicine. It helps the kidneys, liver and bladder do the work nature intended they should do. Swamp-Root has stood the test of years. It is sold by all druggists on its merit and it Should help you. No other kidney medicine has so many friends. . Be sure to get Swamp-Root and start treatment at once. However, if you wish first to test this great preparation send ten cents to Dr. Kilmer Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for a sample When writing be sure and mention this paper.— Advertisement. Os Another Race. Mrs. Subbubs had hired a green country girl whose looks reflected the benefit of plenty of fresh air and wholesome country food. .One morning Mrs. Subbubs entered bhe kitchen just after the grocer’s boy had been there and she said to the girl, “Wliy, Hester, what a rosy, happy face you hate this morning. You look as if the dew had kissed you.” Hester’s face grew still rosier and her eyes sought the floor. “Please’m,” she murmured, “he isn’t a Jew, his name is Michael.” Trouble-Seektrs. Some people cross bridges before they are reached; others go to tlie trouble of building bridges where it isn’t likely there will ever be any water. Snowy linens are the pride of every housewife. Keep them in that condition by! using Red Cross Ball Blue in your laundry. At all grocers.—Advertisement. We are all strong for free speech —for our side. \ Mothers!! \ Write for 32- \ Page Booklet, \ cMr “Mothers of the World” * • Pat. Process 'Lloyd X. Loom Products Baty Carriages freF-jiltaci.i Use This Coupon send me you. The Lloyd Mfg. t.-Mother. of th. Company jT or 'Menominee Mich. OU City Stet. fIAICV El V MH I CD placed anywhere UAIOI FL I/KI LLCI) ATTRACTS AND KILLS HALL FLIES. Neat, elean, ornamental.convenient, cheap. Lasts all season. Made of metal, can't spill or tip over; will pot soil or injure anything. Guaranteed effective. Sold by dealers, or 5 by EXPRESS, prepaid, $1.25. HAROLD SOMERS, ioO Do Kalb Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. DO YOU WANT A NEW~ DRESS? We want one of our pretty dresses In every home as a sample; will sell you one at agent’s price. $4.00; pre-shrunk Zypher Ginghsmi, tailor-made to your measure, solid colors, plaids or checks, white hemstitched collars and cuffs, set-in pockets and chick sleeves. Send for measuring directions, free tape measure, gingham samples and style hook. NATIONAL DRESS COMPANM. LIMA. O. Join One of These Select Tours All Expense (PI EA Aft Personally Two Weeks Conducted Leaving Toledo Monday of each week, starting June 12th, by rail, steamboat and automobile. Embracing Cleveland, Buffalo, Niagara Falls; Toronto, Hudson River, New York City, Philadelphia, Atlanti City and Washington. For full information address: The Cosmopolitan Tours Company 521 Traction Bldg., Cincinnati, O. “Plan Your Summer Vacation Now” saw ■■ ■ need not be thin Sr/wauu. Uwa ■ or streaked with Tour na r haib ■ RESTORER will qnjckly sevlve It and bring back all its original color and luxuriance. At all good druggists, 7oc, or direct from HESSIC-EUIS. Cbsnists. MEMPHIS, TENN. BB A DOCTOR OF PSYCHOLOGY , IPs. D.) Write for Prospectus today. THE COLLEGE OF DIVINE METAPHYSICS, INC., 324 Nicholas Bldg., ST. LOVIS, MO. W NJU, FOhT NO. 21-1922.

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! MASTER MIND IN CHARGE. Synopsis—Proud possessor, of a 1 printing press and equipment, the ■ gift of Uncle Joseph to his nephew, l Herbert Illingsworth Atwater, Jr., aged thirteen, the fortunate youth. 1 with his chum, Henry Rooter, about the same age, begins the publication of a full-fledged newspaper, the North End Daily Oriole. Herbert’s small cousin, Florence Atwater, being barred from any kind of participation in the enterprise, on account of her intense and natural feminine desire to “boss,” is frankly annoyed, and not at all backward in saying so. However, a poem she has written is accepted for insertion in the Oriole, on a strictly commercial basis—cash in advance. The poem suffers somewhat from the inexperience of the youthful publishers in the “art preservative.” Her. not altogether unreasonable demand for republication masterpiece, with its beauty unmarred, is Scorned, and the break between Miss Atwater and the publishers of the Oriole widens. The Sunday following. Florence’s particular chum, Patty Fairchild, pays her a visit, 'ftiey are joined, despite Florence’s openly expressed disapproval, by Heri bert and Henry. Florence will not play. Patty and the visitors indulge in a series of innocent Sunday games. Among them is one called ’Truth,” the feature of which is a contract to write a question and answer, both to be kept a profound secret. The agreement is duly carried out. Florence is told as a family secret that her beautiful aunt, Julia Atwater, has apparently. become engaged to a man named Crum, altogethei - unknown to the At waters. Florence finds the notes in the “Truth” game, in which both Herbert and Henry admit that they have pretty eyes, and threatens to tell the muchfeared Wallie Torbin of the episode. Florence becomes the masI ter mind of the Oriole. ;i ... ..... ' ■■■ Q PART ll—Continued. —lo—- — don’t say we will and I don’t Hay we won’t,” Henry added. “That’s the way I look at it. My father and mother are always talkin’ to me; how I got to be polite and everything, and I guess maybe It’s time I began to pay some ’tention to what they say. You don’t have your father and mother for always, you know, Herbert." Herbert’s mood at once chimed with this unprecedented filial melancholy. “No, you don’t, Henry. That’s what I often think about, myself. No, sir, a fellow doesn’t have his father and mother to advise him our whole life, and you ought to do a good deal what they say while they’re still alive.”, “That’s what I- say,” Henry agreed gloomily; and then, without any alteration of his tone or of the dejected thoughtfulness of his attitude, he changed the subject in away that painfully startled his companion. “Have you keen Wallie Torbin today, Herbert?” “What I” “Hare you »ees Wallie Torbin today?” Herbert swallowed. “Why, what makes —what makes you. ask me that, Henry?” he asked. “Oh, nothin’.” Henry still kept his eyes upon his gloomily scuffing toe. “I just wondered, because I didn’t happen to see him in -school this afternoon when I happ<*?ed to look in the door of the Eight-;t when it was open. I didn’t want to Know on account of anything particular. I just happened to say that b«<ftuse I didn’t have anything else to think about just then, so I just hap>f*ned to think about him, the way yM'i do when you haven’t got anything much on your mind, and might g"l* to thinkin’ about you can’t tell wH.lt. That’s all the way it was; I jus f happened to kind of wonder if he *sls around anywhere, maybe.” Fiynry’s tone was obviously, even elaborately, sincere; and Herbert was reassured. “Well, I didn’t see him,” he responded. “Maybe he’s sick.” “No, he isn’t,” his friend said. "Florence said she saw him chasin’ his dog down the street about noon.” At this Herbert’s uneasiness was ancomfortably renewed. “Florence did? Where’d you see Florence?” Mr? Rooter swallowed. “A little while ago,” he said, and again swallowed. “On the way home from school.” “Look —look here!” Herbert was flurried to the point of panic. “Henry —did Florence —did she go and tell you—did she tell you—?” “I didn’t hardly notice what she was talkin’ about,” Henry said, doggedly. “She didn’t have anything to say that, I’d ever care two cents about; She came up behind me and walked along with me a ways, but I got too many things on my mind to hardly nay the least attention to anything : die ever talks about. She’s a girl what I think about her the less people 1 lay any ’tention to what she says the letter off they are.” “Thp.tis- the way with me. Henry,” ! ,!s partner assured him earnestly. “I i »ver pay any notice to what she l ,ys. The way I figure it out about 1 ,er. Henry, everybody’d be a good leal better off if nobody ever paid ] ho least notice to anything she says. i I' never even notice what she says, < nyself.” “1 don’t either," said Hen*,’. “All ! . tlvnk about Is what my father and mother say, because I’m not goin’ to mve their advice all the rest o’ my ife, after they’re dead. If they want 1 w to be polite, why, 1’1! do it and that’s all there is about it.” I “It’s the same way with me, Henry, i If she comes flappin’ around here slatfin* and bobbin’ how she’s goin’ to i have soinep’m to do with our news- i paper, why, the only reason Fd ever i «t her would be because my family

say I ought to show more politeness to her than up to now. I wouldn’t do it in any other acount, Henry.” “Neither would I. That’s just the same way I look at it. If I ever begin to treat her any better, she’s got my father and mother to thank, not me. Thtft’s the only reason I’d be willing to say we better leave the plank down and let her in. if she comes around here like she’s Hable to.” “Well,” said Herbert, “I’m willing. I don’t want to get in trouble with the family.” And they mouated the stairk to their editorial, reportorial, and printing rooms; and began to work In a manner not only preoccupied but apprehensive. Now and then they would give each other a furtive glance, and then seem to reflect upon their fathers’ and mothers’ wishes and the troublous state of the times. Florence did not keep them waiting long, however. She might have been easier to bear had her manner of arrival been less assured. She romped up the stairs; came skipping across the old floor, swinging her hat by a ribbon, flung open the gate in the sacred railing, and flounced into the principal chair, immodestly placing her feet on the table in front of that chair. Additionally, such was her liveliness, she affected to light and smoke the stub of a lead pencil. “Well, men,” she said heartily in a voice assumed to be that of a tall, powerful man—“l don’t want to see any loafin’ around here, men. I expect to have a pretty good newspaper this week—yes, sir, a pretty good newspaper—and I guess you men got to jump around pretty brisk to do everything I think of, or else maybe I guess I’ll have to turn you off and get some new ones that’ll be more obedient. I don’t want to*tiaf to do that, men.” The blackmailed partners made no reply, on account of an inability that was perfect for the moment. Florence made it clear to them that henceforth she was sole editor of the North End Daily Oriole. (She said she had decided not to change the name, after all.) She informed them that they were to be her printers, nothing more; she did not care to get The Blackmailed Partners Made No Reply, on Account of an Inability That Was Perfect for the Moment. all inky and nasty, she said. She would, however, do all the writing for her newspaper, and had with her a new poem. Also, she would furnish all the news and it would be printed just as she wrote it, and printed nicely, too. or else —“look out!” Thus did this cool hand take possession of an established industry, and in much the samp fashion did she continue to manage it. There were unsuppressible protests; there was covert anguish; there was even a strike —but it was a short one. When the printers remained away from their late newspaper building, on Wednesday afternoon, Florence had an interview with Herbert after dinner at his own door. He explained coldly that Henry and he had grown tired of the printing press and had decided to put in all their spare time building a theater in Henry’s attic; but Florence gave him to understand that the theater could not be. Henry and Herbert had both Stopped “speaking” to Patty Fairchild, for each believed her treacherous himself; but Florence now informed Herbert that far from de- ; mere hearsay, she had in her possession the confession of his i knowledge that he had ocular beauty i —the ruinous bit of writing in his own hand and signed jyith his complete < name—that she had discovered the paper where Patty had lost it; and that i Lt was, now in a secure place, aud in an i envelope upon the odtside of which, 1 was already written, “Wallie Torbin, ‘ Kindness of Florence A.” Herbert collapsed. So did • Henry Rooter, a little later that evening, as- 1 ter a telephoned conversation with < the slave-driver. / ] The two miserable printers were ! back in their places the next after- i noon. - ‘ And on Saturday the new Oriole, 1 now In every jot and item the In- < spired organ of feminism, made its I undeniably sensational appearance. < A copy, neatly folded, was placed i i

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in the hand of Noble Dill, as he set forth for his place of business, after lunching at home with his mother. Florence was the person who placed if there —without charge. She came hurriedly from somewhere in the neighborhood, out of what yard or alley he did not notice, and slipped the little oblong sheet into his lax fingers. “There!” she said, breathlessly. “There’s a good dqjil about you in it, this week, Mr. Dpi, and I guess—l guess—” “What, Florence?” "I guess maybe you’ll—” She looked up at him shyly; then, with no more to say, turned and ran back in the direction whence she had come—and was gone. Noble walked on, not at once examining her little gift, but carrying it absently in fingers still lax at the end of a dangling arm. There was no life in him for anything; Julia was away. Away—and yet the dazzling creature looked at him from sky, from earth, from air; looked at him with the most poignant kindness, yet always shook her head! She had answered his first letter by a kind little note, his second by a kinder and littler one, and his third, fourth, fifth, and sixth by no note at all; but by the kindest message (through one of her aunts) that she was thinking about him a great deal. And even this was three weeks 'ago. Since then, from Julia—nothing at all! But yesterday something a little stimulating had happened. On the street, downtown, he had come face to face, momentarily with Mr. H. 1. Atwater, Senior, Julia’s , peculiar old father; and for the first time in Noble’s life this Mr. Atwater nodded to him pleasantly. Noble went on his way, edited: Was there not something almost fatherly in this strange greeting? There had been an easement of the pain of absence; and he glowed with thoughts of Mr. Atwater. The glow faded somewhat from Noble when he reached a telephone; he called up his mother, and she said there was no recent news bf Julia current in the Atwater family connection that she could hear of: none of them had word that she was coining home. However, Noble did not descend all the way into the cellar of his soul; some of his glow remained and kept him a little more cheerful than he had been for several weeks. The kind greeting of Julia’s father had stirred his imagination. An event so singular might be-.interpreted in the happiest way: What had Julia written her father, to change him so toward Noble? And Noble was still dreamily interpreting as he walked down the street with the North End Daily Oriole idle in an idle hand. Some startling news in our next. ~~ (TO BE CONTINUED.) A Lovers’ Quarrel. They stood beneath the stars, the silence of the night being only broken ; by the intensified sound of two hearts beating as one. ' For a moment'ffe withdrew his gaze from the dazzling depths of her eyes to the diamond-studded shirt front of the sky. “Is that Mars?” he whispered, as I he slipped his arm around her small, j slim waist, and gazed upon a glittering orb in the heavenly dome. “No, it isn’t,” she exclaimed angrily, jefking herself free of his embrace. “It’s mine, and if you can’t tell the difference between my waist and mother’s after you’ve been courting me for eight years, well, you —” Her voice broke, and her head fell forward upon her arm—“We had better part!” It is pleasing to report that the matter was amicably-adjusted before anything more serious- resulted. —Edinburgh Scotsman. Buffalo Bill’s Quick Wit. Col. William F. Cody, while traveling in Europe in 1891 with his Wild West show, was on quite’ intimate terms with royalty. On Buffalo Bill’s advent into Berlin Emperor William was entertaining three kings of smaller German powers. One feature of rhe Wild West performance was the exhibition of an antiquated Deadwood coach, containing passengers who were attacked by Indians and rescued by cowboys. The kaiser asked that he and his guests be allowed to ride in this vehicle during a _ performance, and of course the request was granted. After the usual attack and rescue the emperor remarked: “Colonel Cody, I don’t suppose this Js the first time that you have held four kings?” “No, your majesty,” replied the scout, “you, are right, but it is the first occasion that I ever held four kings and the royal joker at the same time.” Chinese Shoes. Making shoes is the interminable task of Chinese women, from youth to old age. Travelers see them busy in every moment, when necessity does not require attention to some otner work, plying the. threads back and forth, in and out, in their endless effort to keep the men of their household supplied with footwear. Where there is a surplus, the shoes are sold to the shops. Only Cioth and paper are used. Th thickness of the soles, of alternating layers of cloth and paper held together by pastq, often indicate in variations of from- one-half to two inches, the wealth of the wearers. The shoes are noiseless and comfortable, but on rainy days China stays indoors because the shoes readily absorb water. The women make their own tiny shoes in the seclusion of their quarters, even the husband being forbidder to watch their manufacture. Li. . The Shortest Chapter? A London newspaper trying to find the nojel with the shortest chapter concluded that the prize went to BulwerLytton, in whose “What Will He Do With It?” the chapter headed “Denouement” consists of only one word “Poodle;” but an English critic has hastened to announce that the shortest chapters in existence are In Laurence Sterne’s “Tristram Shandy,” for in chapters 17 and 19 Bteme put nothing but dasher ’ /

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HAD HIGH SENSE OF HONOR Mark Twain Punctilious to a Degree, in Order to Satisfy His “Presbyterian Conscience.” Mark Twain, it is well known, labored in his older years to repay the debts incurred by his publisher ; bat probably a great many persons, basing their opinions on Twain’s own jests, supposed him to be rather happy-go-lucky in smaller affairs. But he was not, shows Gamaliel Bradford in. his sketch of Twain in “American Portraits.” ! The most obvious instances of his ; rectitude, says Mr. Bradford, are in i regard to money. In spite of his dreams and speculative vagaries, he was punctiliously scrupulous in financial relations, his strictness cul- i minuting in the vast effort of pa- ; tience and self-denial necessary to pay I off the debt of honor which fell upon j I him in his later years. But the niceness of his conscience was not limited to broad obligations of this kind. “Mine was a trained Presbyterian conscience,” Twain sayg. “and knew I but the one duty —to hunt ..nd harry i its slave upon all pretexts and all 1 occasions. I don’t wish even to seem j to do anything which can invite suspicion,” he said, as to a matter so trivial as taking advantage in a-game. Lizard Skin Leather. The Island of Ceylon, which sent peacocks, monkeys and baby elephants to King Solomon, for that monarch’s zoo. is remarkable for a varied and interesting fauna. One of the oddest of its animals is a huge lizard, called the cabrogoya. which attains a length of four and onedialf feet. The cabrogoya is a very handsome reptile, beautifully marked, and its skin when tanned affords a tough leather of excellent wearing quality and waterproof. It Is used for making women’s shoes and, with the idea of introducing it in this country for that purpose, specimen hides have recently been sent to our Department ot Commerce by the American consul ?t Colombo. —Philadelphia Ledger. Thackeray. He faces posterity as a great figure of rich genius and honest purpose, a purpose occasionally obscured by the force of imagination and the irresistible promptings of humor; weighing mankind in a gloomy balance, but not without hope: and bequeathing to us rich and various treasures of literature. which may well survive, if anything survives.—Lord Rosebery.

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He Would Work Then. Tired Tim knocked at the door of a cottage. It was a chilly day, and he was very hungry. The old lady who opened the doot was a good sort. She asked him into the kitchen and placed before him a nicely cooked meal, and asked him why he did not go to work. “I would,” replied Tim, “If I had the tools.” “What sort of tools do you want?" inquired the old lady. “A knife and fork,” said Tired Tim. Cuticura Soothes Baby Rashes That itch and burn, by hot baths of Cuticura Soap followed by gentle anointings of Cuticura Ointment. Nothing better, purer, sweeter, especially if a little of the fragrant Cutii cura Talcum is dusted on at the fin- ; ish. 25c each.—Advertisement. HAD ANOTHER THINK COMING Bill Was Sadly Mistaken Concerning the Proper Classification of Apple His Mates Enjoyed. Bill Symes drew a large, pink apple from the side pocket of his coat and prepared to attack it, when another of his workmates reached over and took the apple, saying: “What kind of apple is that, Bill —Cox’s Orange Pippin?” Then, as he munched, he said: “No, it hain’t!” Another- loafer reached for the apple, saying: “Cox’s Orange Pippin, :ny happj’ aunt! Don’t yer know a Beauty of Kent when yer sees it? Lemme taste it. No, ’tisn’t that!" Still another grimy paw reached out and took the fruit, deploring: “You fellows act as if you’d nev&r seen apples before! That h?.in’t no Beauty of Kent, it’s a Dutch Mignon. No, ’taint!” as lie took the last bite of it. “What was that apple. Bill?” “I thought.” replied Bill sadly, “that apple was iny lunch!” —London Answers. Couldn’t Be Done. “In Italy the law requires a theatrL cal performance to live up to all claimed for it in the advertisements.” “Well, they’ll never try that in this country.” “Why are you so sure.” “Why, we have more sense than to ask anyone to accomplish the impossible.” The more some people'have the less they seem to think the other fellow should want.

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