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Inc., 2G0 Broadway; Rcw York City , GOLDS W N. U.. NEW YORK. NO 13-1020. w o (Copyright, 19lt, by George sssissssiamsssisi JsSSfSf SSJSSSJSSSSSJSJSSSSSJSJSJSSSSSSJBSSSS CHAPTER XVII Continued 13 Father Lucien had just laid down his singlestick when a boy brought him a letter in an unknown hand writing. A letter was an Important event in the cure's day. He put on his spectacles, sat down, opened the en velope, and began to readm it was from the priest at -St. Joseph, and stated that Nanette Bonnat had given him the full story of the adven tures upon the island, together with an account of the activities of Pierre and Simeon Duval. Bad ns Father Lucien had known conditions at. Ste. Marie to be, he had never guessed at the revelations which Nanette had made to his confrere. His indignation -spilled over, and he paced his study In agitation for sev eral minutes. At last, struck with an inspiration, he took up his singlestick, put on his cap, fur coat, and snow shoes, and started off toward Ste. Marie." I was about an hour later when the few loafers in Simeon's saloon looked up to see the cure standing in the doorway. Since the lumbermen had gone into camp for the winter the glories of the dance hall had faded and disappeared, but Simeon still did a thriving liquor business. He saw the cure and came waddling forward. his pale blue eyes blinking with mock humility. . "Come in, father," he said-suavely. "We don't often see you here. What will you have? A drop of gin? " A lit tle brandy, now1 Or maybe you're looking-for some of the girls to dance with?" The men grinned and nudged each other. It is not often that one sees a cure baited. "You're a sport, 'father," said Sim eon. ';vhat sort of stick do you calr that, with a knob each end?" "I shall come to that later." an swered the cure. "Simeon, Simeon, how often have I spoken to you about the evil that you are doing here ! It is a statutory offense to sell liquor with out a license, but It Is an offense against God to run this sort of place. Simeon, for the good of your soul, will you not close down this place and lead a different life?" . The rnild words and humble atti- ture of the old priest were so comical that nobody could conceal his amuse ment any, longer. A roar of laughter shook the shack. Simeon yawned. 'Til think about my soul when I'm sick." he answered. "Yon may be very sick at any mq- ment, Simeon, without expecting it." "I'll .take the chances of that," an swered Simeon. "Simeon, l am growing tired of speaking , to you. Do you know that your house Isi a plague-spot In this vil lage? Simeon, for thelast time,' won't you close up for good and all?" :. "Ah, father, you mean all right," said Simeon, "but that's your job. I bet you're just as much a sport as anybody here, if only you let yourself go. Come on now, and get Into a game with us." "Simeon," said Father Lucien, "you were asking me . about this stick. r 111 show you what it's for. Look!" Smack! went the hazel knob on Sim eon's head. Simeon was so flabbergasted that he fell back against the plank table. As for the cure, he seemed transfigured.- Holding the singlestick in' the middle, he twirled It until it looked like a knobby streak of light,"Whlle he pirouetted like a dervish. i " - In reality he was going through the Important foot exercise marked com bination 5; but nobody, knew that. ."Come on, Simeon," said Father Lu cien, , -flicking him across , the nose, which 3tantJy became ensanguined. With a, howl of wrath Simeon came forward, and the singlestick descended on his .head with a thud that was heard, - neighbors said afterward, across the street. Another thud from the other end; and Simeon was blink ing up, at the cure from the floor. "Get up, Simeon ; I'm going to cure jour soul," said the cure.- "Are you going to close down? " Simeon struggled to his knees. With an unwonted agility he dodged the sin glestick (movement 19 had always bothered the cure) and rushed forward with -arms extended, like a bear. But Father Lucien . had movement 17 pat, and movement 17 Is especially, .de signed for this. Placing the right toe' against the left heel, he made a half turnJ Smack !. .Simeon was reclining against the counter, his hands, over his head, and blood streaming through his fingers. "Simeon, Simeon," said the cure (smack, smack!) "are -you going to close down?' Simeon lifted up his voice in a long. melancholy howl. He struggled feeb ly to his feet, and instantly went down Rgain. under a terrific blow across the right ear (movement 22A). "Is your soul better, Simeon?'' asked Father Lucien. '- Simeon blinked up Into the ring .of faces about him. It was an extraor dinary thing, but, though everybody seemed "very much interested in- his predicament, nobody showed any signs of interfering to help him. . Public opinion was very fickle in Ste. Marie. f -"Now you may . get up, .Simeon," said the cure, and Simeon hastened to obey. His eyes traveled quickly in the direction of an empty brandy bot tle upon the counter. . If he couid get it into his hand. . . " . Smack! went the singlestick, and Simeon was down again with a roar like a poleaxed bull. "What did yon do that for?" he whimpered. "I'm helping you .tho best way I Know. Simeon," ahswervd ! the cure nIldfjv"Are you going to -lose down?" T'ii h:i7 n .irrutfel Simeon '-"ISM f o DE N By VICTOR ROUSSEAU ILLUSTRATIONS BY IRWIN MYERS H. Doran Co.) ' wsjsssjsj i si sj wwwwwm mm m m m m m v i yelled. "I'll write to the bishop about you." Crash went the singlestick. "Are you going to have me arrested?" In quired Father Lucien. "No," muttered Simeon, covering his head with his hands. Crash ! Simeon's hands flew apart as if they were attached to springs. "Are you going to write to the bish op?" asked the cure. "No. For God's sake let me go, you d bully !" Simeon snatched at the knob on the end of the singlestick nearest him. but movement 4 provides for that, and the crack of a broken finger was distinctly audible to the intensely interested spectators. "When are you going to close down, Simeon?" demanded Father Lucien. standing over the prostrate llquor seller.' "At; oncel" yelled Simeon, bursting into tears. "For God's sake don't hit nre again !" . Simeon looked so abject that the cure had not the heart to continue his punishment. He looked about him. A singlestick describes a circle having a radius of several feet. Exercise 2 cleared the counter in a jiffy, leaving a wreck of reeking spirits and broken glass. When the cure turned upon the en thusiastic, shouting throng,, the grins died off their faces. "Get out of here, my children!" he shouted. And, twirling his singlestrtk with indescribable velocity, he brought it down on one head after another, much as one might strike a row of fence posts. The terrible implement seemed to fly in all directions at the same time. Father Lucien cracked the last man across the shoulders and sent him flying into the street. "For God's sake don't leave me alone In here with him !" moaned Sim eon from the floor. Father Lucien came back and stood over him. twirling his .m singlestick meditatively. At last he laid it down upon the counter. It's all right, Simeon, my son." he said gently. "I think I've cured you now. I'm going to hear your confes sion. A man never knows when he's going to be sick, Simeon. Let me hear you say your Act of Contrition, if ou haven't forgotten it." "Wait a minute," pleaded Simeon. "Are you going to see my brother Louis, afterward?" "I've seen him," answered the cure. "And Jean Pouliot, and Albert Drouin, and George Moisan, and" .. "I'm going to," replied the cure grimly. So Simeon, with a new ex pression of gratification, came back into the church. When, fifteen minutes later, Father Lucien emerged from the shanty, Ste. Marie was an extraordinary sight. Every drink-shop had locked up; their owners had fled, and the streets were packed with crowds which,at the sight of the priest, set up a yell of delight. The women pressed about ' him, sob bing their" gratitude. It was with dif ficulty that he could make his, way through the feminine bodyguard that accompanied' him along his way,, and after he "had persuaded them iem to go till rang in. home the distant cheering still hip ears. , " ' ' "I snail come back every week,", was Father Lucien's last promise to Ste. Marie. . "I shall break the head of every 7 man who has brandy . In his house." " .J' 'r : J.:' "God bless you, father," came back from a hundred throats. " " " And, being at last satisfied that Ste. Marie was closed as tightly as it was ever likely to be. Father Lucien took the homeward road to - St. Boniface again. ' ' ' He went through, the ' limits Instead of along the shore, . and was nearing the village when he encountered Lafe. "Hello; Father Lucy T Where do you come from?" asked the latter. "I've just been, paying, a pastoral visit-to Ste. Marie," said the cure de-. murely. u v : Lafe stored at him. " "What d'yon call that?" he demanded . ; . "That is a singlestick," said Fa ther Lucien. "It, ,1s a. good exerciser for old men like you and me, Lafe." - "Sort of light double club." said Lafe. '"What's that hair on the end. father? Say, that looks like blood, don't it?" ; "That Is Simeon Duval's," the cure answered.- "You see, -Mr. Lafe -" - Lafe stopped short. "Father Lucy, d'you mean to tell me you've knocked out Simeon?'' "I'm afraid so. Mr. Lafe. I couldn't get into his' sonl in any other way. But I'm gerttrig there. - Next time I shall have learned some, more exer cises, antt-then " - .1 ."You closed up SteMarIe?" "Well, : for the present, yes," ad mitted the. cure. "But next time " "Shake, father," said Lafe., stretckv fng out his hand. "By George, you do get results after all when you start in. But why didn't you do that be fore?" "It was your ,. friend. Monsieur As kew, who put the thought, into my head," said Father Lucien. "By- the way, Mr. Lafe, I have a letter from a friend in. Sti-Joseph." - K "St. Joseph? Why, that's . where Nanette Bonnat " ' . -' , V "Precisely. And she has told every thing about the visit to the Island, concerning which, as you are' aware. Mademoiselle Rosny " x Lafe shook his head. "It ain't any use, father," he said. "I been to see her and told her. She knows that yarn ain't true. But she's like all them Rosnys. She hates herself so much becauseshe knows It ain't true that she hates him more. And he's going to leave St. Boniface." "Tut. tut !" said the cure. "Mr. Lafe. he added seriously, "we must ftoo tbis It Is not for m to inter- - : a 4 it 19 ? Hi fere, but at least the truth should be known. I am going to see the girl Ma rie Dupont." "I'm going that way," said Lafe. "I'll go with you. I'm Hilary Askew's friend. And I'm uneasy about him. I've just been to the camp, and they tell me he's gone back to St. Boniface." It was growing dark. The two set out with quickened pace, but It was quite dark before they saw the cot tages of St. Boniface before them. As the wharf came into view Lafe uttered an exclamation. "The schooner's gone !" he cried. "Whose, Mr. Lafe?" "The captain's. That other one's laid up for the season. I hope to God Hilary ain't done anything foolish and slipped the cable." They almost ran to the captain's house. The Interior was dark, save for the dull flicker from the stovt?. The cure flung the door open. They heard a sobbing within. Carefully Fa ther Lucien struck a match and lit the lamp, disclosing Marie Dupont kneel ing, her face in her hands, beside the embers. She looked up with an ex pression of utter despair. - "Where is thy father?" ; . ' "5e has sailed, with Leblanc and Pierre, and Monsieur Askew. is aboard, and Madeleinrf Rosny " , ' & : ;.."What!" shouted the cure, pulling her to her feet. "Thou art dreaming, child !" . "They planned to kill Monsieur As kew. I went to mademoiselle, and we drove to the wharf. She sprang aboard, and the ship sailed, half an hour ago. They will kill them.' Father Lucien went white and began to tremble. "Marie Dupont, swear to me " he began. ' - "Ah, mon Dieu, It is true. I swear It!" -' - . "Why didn't thou come to xne?" "I was afraid." The cure translated to- Lafe. "If she speaks the truth " he began. "It Is true, I guess." said Lafe. "Quick, father, let's . get the mher schooner and go after them. It's our only chance. I'll go. Darn It, If they hurt a hair of Hilary's head, or or mademoiselle's, I'll send the gang to hell !" cried Lafe, half sobbing. "But It Is Impossible!" cried the cure.' "Who will sail her?" "Come with me, father," answered Lafe, a flicker of whimsicality appear ing on his face, as in such moments. "I guess I'm In charge now, see? Let's go to the store." There were the usual loafers Inside. Yes, it was true the schooner had sailed, and It had surprised every body, because Captain Dupont had announced that he would not sail for some days. And he had left his crew behind. But then every one knew that he was going out of his mind. Lafe cut the gossips short. "Ask them who can sail the schooner," he said to the cure. . x " Only one man could sail the schoon er through the ice. All the rest were In the woods. Jean-Marie Baptiste un derstood the. coast and the currents. "Where is he?" The storekeeper shrugged his shoul ders. "He was here half an hour ago to Buy . more traps, but he has gone into tfte woods agajn" i At that instant Baptiste entered the store, saw Lafe, and' scowl ed. - Thls . trap4s broten " he began, holding. It i'up for th "storekeeper to view it.. . ' The cure pounced To him.JBaptiste, comewith tte.v.Thpu dost hot go into ' ihfpo&Sf te-hlght. iThdH ' must . take us arjaof th schooner-?" -c, ' -; Baptlstes'jaw fell. - Mon pere, It is impossible," he stammered "Dupont has gone" : ' "Gone?" cried IJaptlste, running " to the door. '' v " ... The cure - followed him. "Baptiste, thou must "sail the schooner and find him. He is mad. He has left his crew behind him and taken Leblanc and Pierre. And Mademoiselle Rosny Is in their hands " "What?" shouted Baptiste. "1 go.. At once I go ; . : "And Monsieur Askew, whom they have sworn to murder-" "I .do not go," said Jean Baptiste, and stopped dead., ; ; ' The cure caught him by the arm. "Listen to me," Jean. His life and that of Mademoiselle Rosny are perhaps at stake." "I do not go !" cried Baptiste again, and snatched up his trap. He strode to the door and turned fiercely upon Father Lucien, who followed him. "Let him die !" he - shouted. "You know, mon pere, you know what he has done to me and mine!" ,, vLafe, who. understood hardly a word of this colloquy, caught a precise sense of what Baptiste was saying, partly of the gestures, but more by his faculty brought out through . ; dialogues on many evenings with his friend Trem blay. He tugged at the cure's arm. "Tell him that story ain't true, fa ther," he said. "That's what's worry ing him." . But Father Lucien. resumed, as if he had not heard: - -"Even so, Jean, 'Mademoiselle Ros ny's life, perhaps, is in danger. And even if that were not so. thou must return good for evIL 4 Else his blood Is upon thee." ' ; I , "Let it be. there! I" would have killed him, only thej. pulled me away." . "It Is thy duty, my son," said the cure quietly. "It. is a hard test, Jean, but when God calls a man to duty, he must obey. Baptiste began to break down. "Ah, mon pere, you ask me the hardest thing in my life," he groaned. "In the forests I have seen his face before me. I have dreamed that I had him by the throat, and started up with joy. I have struggled, and I have contrived to fight down my desire to slay him. And now "you tell me I must save him. No, no. mon pere. Rav the $lrl yes. SPOIL ttat let some one else sail the scnoon- er." "Say, Father Lucy, why don't you explain to him. that that yarn's a lie?" persisted Lafe. But again the cure Ignored him. "We shall sail as ' soon as possible, Jean," he said. "Go back to the store and 'Instruct the storekeeper to tele phone to the crew Drouin is one, and the others I do not know. And then return to me." Jean-Baptiste stood like a statue. He hung his head, muttering. Then. slow ly, he raised It and smiled into the cure's face. "Enough, then. I go," he said gravely. "Well, I'm darned !" exclaimed Lafe. "Say, father, why didn't you tell him it wasn't true, that story?" The cure smiled whimsically and Llaid his hand on Lafe's shoulder. "Ah, Mr. Lafe, he ansVered, "when exercise will cure a paralyzed limb, we do not use the crutch." Lafe stared, at him. And slowly he began to understand Father Lucien's ways were often inscrutable, but some how he got there in the end "By jing, you're a brick, father !" he cried, striking the priest between the shoulders. "And, say! I take it all back everything! Go on and bless the cabbages. Go on praying out fires. Go on," go on! You've got the knack somehow only I'm I'm jlnged If I see how you do it till It's all over!" Baptiste; who had been telephoning Inside the store, came out. "Drouin and Lachance will be at the wharf in fifteen minutes, Monsieur Tessler," he said. ' The cure "nodded and took Baptiste by the arm. The three began to stroll toward the wharf. When they arrived at the wharf -head, however, instead of proceeding toward the schooner the cure led the way, still holding Bap tiste, oward Dupont's cottage. Bap tiste stopped near the door. "Where are you taking me, Father Lucien?" he asked. "I do not go there." And, as the cure seemed bent on proceeding inside, he wrested himself away. "No, mon pere," he said firmly. "I have obeyed thee once tonight, but now thou askest what Is beyond thy right or power. I do not enter there." "My son," answered the priest, "since thou hast chosen rightly to night, I tell thee now that that story wa not true. It was Pierre and Le blanc. who took Marie' Dupont to the island, and Monsieur Askew and Mon sieur Connell . here found her and saved her from them, and brought her home. In my pocket I have a letter. Tomorrow thou shalt read it and un derstand." "Mon pere !" stammered Baptiste, and began to tremble. . . -- "Learn it from her Hps,"-. "Mon pere, I do not go Inside that house. If it is true, I am not worthy. Besides, she hates me, andV ; - Still holding his arm the cure ppened the door. "Marie Dupont!" he called. The girl stumbled toward the defof, saw Baptiste at the cure's side, and uttered a frightened cry. Father Lucien took Jean Baptiste by the arm and' led him Into the house. "But When God Calls a Man to Duty, He Must Obey." He closed th door gently, but not before Lafe had seen Marie In Jean's arms. Lafe swore softly. "What's the matter, Mr. Lafe?" asked Father Lucien. "Nothing," answered Lafe shortly. "I-was just thinking of Shoeburyport, Mass., that's all. You wouldn't under stand. At least " - . . , ; He looked at the cure, and then it occurred to him that he was viewing him from an entirely different angle. For the first time In their acquaintance It occurred to him that Father Lucien was really a man underneath his long soutane. When, a few minutes late, the priest opened the door, Marie and Jean came forward with linked 'arms, and their expressions were : transformed. Jean grasped Lafe by the hand and looked at him earnestly, but did not say a word.- "Come now." said the cure. "The men are waiting on the wharf for us. Bon soir, Marie." "I go with Jean," said the girl. CHAPTER XVIII. The Rescue. Out of the darkness a little light be gan to glow. It shone and sparkled, and suddenly raced skyward, disclos ing the utlines ' of the schooner stranded upon the edge of the ice field. .Baptiste drove his vessel straight toward it, running upon the gale. The little group upon the deck watched In terror as the flames spread, until it could seen,, that they enwrapped the entire fore part of Dupont's schooner. Dupont, In his madness, evading Brousseau, had set fire to the luraher with the aid of the petroleum kegs which he carried in the hold. And Brousseau, at the wheel, was striving desperately to run the burning vessel back into open water and cast her upon the Ice-free shore of the -south passage, beyond the point. In his fear he had forgotten Madeleine and Hilary. As Madeleine crouched on the ice, still frantically endeavoring to recall Hilary t coasciousnesa, t& talon tag mists' rolled back. Looming up out of the darkness, and approaching rapidly, was the second schooner. At the same time voices hailed them. They had been seen. Brousseau, , upon the poop, yelled in answer. And he began to run to and fro In his excitement possessed only by the Jear of death by fire. The flames spread. . The cabin was now involved, and a great column of smoke was shooting skyward, carrying with a fiery spark cloud. Dupon came out of the smoke, his face alight with fanatic 'madness. He caught him by the arm. "See the fine fire !" he shouted. "He won't get out of that in a hurry. I told her that I would give her his life for the name, but I have not got the name. The name! What is it? The name!" - - His voice rang out across the heav ,lng water, and, as he called,-Baptiste swung down the wheel, and the second ship glided alongside and passed. It drove off into the distance, driven by the whipping wind, but not before Dupont's words had been-heard. From the group upon Baptiste's ship a figure disengaged herself and stepped forward. It was Marie Du pont. She poised herself upon ' the deck, and her voice rang out- above the gale and the sea. "I give you the name," she cried "It is Edouard Brousseau. It is he, and I give you my secret which I have tborne all my life. Take It!" She fell back Into Baptiste's arms. And It seemed as If. with the breaking of the inhibition, her past life, with its fears' and terrors, was melted Into the life of happiness that was to be. Dupont had heard her. For a mo ment they could see the tall figure of the old man, withjiis wind-tosed hair and beard, . standing 'as if petrified" upon his blazing deck. Then he cried out like a screaming sea-bird, and his arms closed about the man at his side. As Baptiste turned and tacked It could be seen that the old msn was holding Brousseau with one arm. as easily as if he held a chlld.r while his free hand controlled the wheel again. What reservoir of strength he drew upon, what miracle of seamanship, could never be known. But, as If na ture were aiding him, a "veering gust caught the sails, and with a backward movement the. schooner began tq glide through the entrance of , the" ice field into open water. The fire was all about them. Screams came from the doomed ship, but they came from Brousseau, struggling In Dupont's arms. Not a sound came from the captain's Hps. ;. The vessel gained her freedom, she turned and began to drive eastward. toward the Gulf and its open water. Faster and faster she went as the wind compelled her. The horrified watchers upon the deck of Baptiste's schooner saw the blazing .vessel "glide. into the distanee, a blazing comet, and Dupont, black against the heart of the fie, and Brousseau in his arms; LITtle was afterward .remembered concerning the reseue. But -from that night legends began to spread along both shores : Of Baptiste's seamanship, and of Hilary, who. single-handed, saved the heiress of the seignory from Brousseau and the two outlaws. ' But none of the principals In these events care overmuch, to dwell -upon them, even In memory. And. though memories lire long in silence, gossip soon dies. All this Is becoming a local legend, such as mothers tell to their babies. - . - But the St. Boniface mill now hum from dawn till dark, and the asbestos mine has brought In its workers and made St. Boniface quite a flourishing village in the north country.. Twice a month, when he pays his pastoral visit, yon may see Father Lucien. still hale ; strong, patrolling Ste. Marie with, si -urious hazel stick, fashioned with a knob at each end; and It Is said that Ste. Marie is one of the best parishes on the north shore. " On Sundays, seated in the parish church, may be seen Simeon Duval, nodding his head approvingly as. point by point, the cure takes up his de nunciation of liquor selling. For Fa ther Lucien really "reached Simeon's soul with his hazel stick. .Marie has the best .honse in the vil lage, for Baptiste does u thriving trade carrying the St Boniface lumber. Here is Clarice; who looks, somehow, just as one might have expected from Lafe's descriptions. "He wouldn't come home," she -says to Hilary, ""so I "had to come afterjilm. But he's coming home next October, to see his children and the new house." . "Bought . and paid for,", said Lafe. "Yes, I guess that's correct.. Mr As; kfew. Though I'll be back some day to see yon all. 'It ain'tso bad, this coun try except for that pink and tlack porch Baptiste's put on his house. Darn him, what did he want Jo do that for? I tell you how it is: These peo ple can't help breaking out somewhere and somehow ; it's in their blood that's whaUlt Is." But In his heart he knows that the winter will see him back in St. Boni face. Madeleine smiles, and puts her arm through Hilary's. THE END. Wage Successful War on Pest. The worst enemy of tlsV grape grow ers in California is a - minute Insect called the "thunder fly," because it ap pears in greatest numbers in hot and sultry weather, when thunder storms are frequent. A man out there has in vented a suction-apparatus, with a ten horsepower i blower, that is placed-on" wheels and driven through the vlne- j'ards, harvesting the pests from the vines as It goes along. It is said to work very successfully. , . Marmot Skins in Demand. A large business Is" done in Man churia n marm8t skins. The marmot Is very much like a woodchuck. but, It pos sesses a finer coat than does our wood chuck. Thousands of these skins are shipped from ports In northern Man churia by parcel post through the Japanese post office, but skins of the cheaper grade are forwarded by freight in tlie usual way. "Mechanical Stoking Patent. .The first patent for mechanical stok ing was taken out in 17& tk. tnv8) tlon of J&mes Watt. YOU'LL SOON LOOK OLD FROM HERE UP Let "Danderlrie" check that nasty dandruff and stop hair falling. Get a small bottle of "Danderine' a any drug store for a few cents, pour a little into your hand and rub well into the scalp with the finger tins. By morning most, if not all, of this awful scurf win have disappeared Two or three applications often remove every bit of dandruff and stop falling hair. Every hair on scalp shortly shows more life, vigor,; brightness, thickness and color. Adv.' - His Way. , "Did -the doctor you went to fix op that swelling all right?" "Sure; he put It in the bilL" Rnnun V.vr "Ralsam is an nntiapT-if Jo n?nt ment, applied externally and not a "wa a." It heals the inflamed surfaces, providing prompt relief. Adv. Times Changed. - "The first requisite to look for In a house is a dry cellar." -' "Not in .these times." 'CALIFORNIA FIG SYRUP" - IS CHILD'S LAXATIVE Look at tongue! Remove poison from stomach,- liver and bowels. Accept "California" Syrup of Figs only Took for the name California on the package, then you are sure your child is having the best and most harm less laxative or - physic for the little stomach, liver and bowels. Children love Its delicious fruity taste. Foil directions 'for child's dose on each, bot tle. Give "it without fear.. " Mother! You must say "California." Adv. : .. . -". . - - , Rude. She Her car ran into a motorbus. Nothing very serious, only the enamel scraped off. . He Her face or. the machine? "i' ' 1 4- '. Cuticura for Pimply Faces. To remove pimples and blackheads -smear them with Cuticura" Ointment. SVash off in five minutes with CntI-, crura Soap and hot water. Once clear keep your skin clear by using them for Iaily toilet purposes. Don't fail to-In-:lude- Cuticura. Talcum. Adv. ' iWeii Nature takes a. vacation It Is sometimes one of a million years. She isn't making any more mastodoas. OPEN "NOSTRILS! END COLD OR CATARRH How to Get. Relief When Head and Nose Are Stuffed Up. Count fifty. Your cold in head or. catarh disappears. Tour clogged nos trils will open, the . air passages of your head will clear and you can ' breathe freely. . No more snuffling, hawking, mucous discharge,, dryness or headache, no struggling for breath it night. Get a small bottle of -Ely's Cream Balm from your druggist and apply a. ittle of this fragrant 4 antiseptic cream in your nostrils. It penetrates -through every 'air passage of the head, , soothing arid healing the swollen or, inflamed .mucous membrane, . giving you instant- relief. Head colds and -latarrhyieid' like magic. Don't stay sfnffpd-nn and miserable. Belief is sure. Adv.- .' . . . " ' Fools occasionally find opportune ties, but; wise men make them. Constipation Indigestion, sick-headr ache and bilious conditions are over come by a. course of Garfield Tea. Drink before retiring. Adv. A successful fool always has plenty of fool admirers. - , 100 PEP! V If Constipated, Bilious1 or Headachy, take. : 'Cascarets." Feel bully t Be efficient I Don't stay sick, jblllpus, : headachy, constipated; Remove jthe liver and bowel poison which Is keeping your, head dizzy, your tongue- coated, your breath bad and stomach sour. Why not spend a few cents for a box of Cascarets and enjoy the nicest, gentlest laxatlve-ca- thartlc you ever experienced? Cas--carets never gripe, sicken or Incon venience one like Salts, Oil, Calomel or harsh Pills. They work while yoa sleep. Adv. If people like each otherwell enongl . they will argue. They're not afraid f