FIND “FRIEND IN NEED” Mother and Daughter Praise Vegetable Compound Johnson City, N. Y. —“My daughter was only 20 years old, but for two years she worked in misery. She was all run-down, nerv- ous, had aches and pains and no appe- tite. I was taking Lydia B. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com- pound with good results so she de- cided to try it. Be- fore she had taken two bottles her ap- petite was better, she was more cheerful and was able to work. I cannot praise your medicine too highly. It is wonderful for mothers and for daughters, It's surely ‘a friend in need’.”—Mgs. L. E. Hau, 223 Floral Avenue, Johnson City, N. Y, Colds At first sign of a cold, take NN — NATURE'S REMEDY —the lax- ative that thoroughly cleans your intestines. Itis the ste quick way to get relief an guard your health. Mild, J TONIGHT safe, purely vegetable, 0-MORROW leasant—25c, ALRIGHT For Sale at All Druggists W. N. U. Service FLASH The Lead Dog meee Bye GEORGE MARSH Copyright by The Penn Publishing Ca. SYNOPSIS Up the wild waters of the un- known Yellow-Leg, on a winter's aunt, journey Breck McCain and Gaspard Lecroix, his French-Cree comrade, with Flash, Brock’'s puppy and their dog team, Brock's father had warned him of the danger of his trip. After several battles with the stormy waters they arrive at a fork in the Yel- low-Leg. Brock is severely in- jured in making a portage and Flash leads Gaspard to the un- conscious youth. The trappers race desperately to reach their destination before winter sets in. Flash engages in a desperate fight with a wolf and kills him, Gaspard tells Brock of his de- termination to find out who killed his father, Tracks are discovered and the two boys separate for scouting purposes, Brock is jumped by two Indians and a white man and knocked uncon- scious, He is held prisoner, Gas- pard rescues him while his cap- tors sleep, Gaspard believes these men killed his father and is pre- vented from killing them by Brock. While out alone Gaspard is shot from ambush by an in- dian and kills his would-be slayer. While out on his trap lines Brock is caught in a heavy snow storm, He is lost and his food gives out. Hope Deferred Miss Leftover—Dad’s going to give | me a carved cedar hope chest for a birthday present. Miss Tarte—That'll be nice. Cedar’s mothproof, so your things will keep years and years in it. Young Lady's Elbows No Longer A Hat Rack “I just couldn’t resist any longer telling you of your wonderful medi- cine, Milks Emulsion. I have been constipated as long as I can remem- ber. Had typhoid fever when I was eight years old and since then my bowels haven't moved freely. Doctors have given me bowel medicine and I have taken pills, salts, castor oil, and everything a person could think of. They didn’t do me any good whatever. “Now, whenever 1 hear anyone say they are constipated, I immediately tell them of Milks Emulsion. I have taken about 12 large bottles, not all of them regular, Now I keep Milks Emulsion in the house and take it regular. I have taken so much medi- cine that I thought it was all alike. “I had a sallow complexion, no color, and felt miserable all the time; but now I have the color of health, and health is something I wouldn't exchange with anyone for a fortune. I wouldn't take ten times the price I paid for Milks Emulsion for the re- sults I have obtained. “I am 19 years old and weigh 105 pounds. Have gained 5 pounds since taking your medicine and am still gaining. My face is round and my arms are getting round. Before, peo- ple used to hang their hats on my el- bows, thinking they were hatracks. Now I am going to keep on with Milks Emulsion until I weigh 125 pounds. “I mentioned your Emulsion to two doctors. They both admitted it was good, and no one knows better than I that it is not only good, but wonder- ful. “You may publish this letter if you wish and anyone that wants to ask me about your medicine may do so. I promise to answer every letter. In fact, T couldn’t do enough for Milks Emulsion to repay them for what their medicine has done for me. I remain, very respectfully vours, ROSEMOND BOWER, Frontenac, Kan.” Sold by all druggists under a guar- antee to give satisfaction or money refunded. The Milks Emulsion Co., Terre Haute, Ind.—Adv. Reason to Grumble A Russian was being led off to exe- ution by a squad of Bolshevik sol- diers on a rainy morning. “What brutes you Bolsheviks are,” grumbled the doomed one, “to march me through a rain like this.” “How about us?” retorted one of the squad. “We have to march back.” A MOTHER'S FIRST DUTY should be the care of her little one’s constitutional habits during childhood. Keep your children well and healthy by giving them Mother Gray's Sweet Powders when they complain of headaches, stomach disorders or are constipated. They break up colds and reg- ulate the bowels. Recommended by mothers for over 30 years. They always give quick relief and satisfaction. For Free Sample package and a Mother Gray Walking Doll, address Mother Gray Co. Le Roy, N. Y. You should ask for other Gray's sweer Powders \ FOR CHILDREN ~. CHAPTER vin a —13— dey | The Hate of the Long Snows Dawn of the following morning over- | took the two still heading north, The rabbit had put new life into the husky. Although thinner, as yet his | thick coat shone with vitality, and he still carried his bushy tail jauntily curved above his back. But the days | of starvation and grueling snowshoe ing had stripped the flesh from the Square frame of Brock McCain. His hollow eyes glowed with the light that comes from toil without food. That morning, as he traveled, his eyes began to play him tricks. He found it difficult to focus on objects. Distant hills danced upon the horizon. Black spots and pinpoints of light blurred his vision. Suddenly, like the chill of cold steel, the thought that he could not sight his gun on game stopped him dead in his tracks. Rais- ing his rifle, he tried to line the sights on a jack-pine, but the bead on the muzzle wavereG in and »ut of the rear sight slot which appeared, chen faded, hen appeared, as if mocking him, “l guess I'm done for,” he groaned. For a space black despair lived in the heart of the boy caught in the pitiless grip of the long snows. Then, as he stood brooding, a moist nose touched the bare hand holding the rifle. The caress of a wa"m tongue roused him. He glanced down at the eager brown eyes which spoke worship of the loyal heart which beat in that shaggy chest. “What you think, Flash, is the river over those hills? Can we make it, boy?” For answer the dog whined, rubbing against Brock’s legs, as the boy's hand rested on the massive skull. “You're strong, boy, yet. Maybe, if we hit the river soon, you can pull me up to the lake. My legs won't last much longer. I can’t feel 'em any more.” Then at the thought of his father’s words the boy pulled himself together. “Flash, we've got the nerve, you and i, if we are young, and shy on bush- craft. Tomorrow, we're going through to the river—over that ridge!” So Brock plodded on, hoping against hope for the sight of game. But the strange ill luck which often pursues those whose need is greatest, followed the footsteps of the starving trapper. Trails of fox and lynx, rabbit tracks, and the network paths of grouse and ptarmigan, he crossed, but for hours his peering eyes saw no game—met no floundering trail of caribou. They had left the country. Again dusk fell. Again there were no rabbit runways in which to set snares. Again boy and dog sat in si- lence by a fire, Over the fire hung a peril in which water boiled. In ‘the water were strips of the pelts of two rabbits and small pieces of rawhide thongs. The eyes of the boy, bright with starvation, hungrily watched the nauseous stew. “It won’t help much, Flash,” mut- tered the boy. “But it'll warm us up —warm us up. My feet are cold—are yours? I can’t feel my toes—the fire’s no good.” With shaking hand the boy stirred the pitiful supper in the pail. “We're lost—and starved out, Flash, My legs are good for one day more— then | guess I'm through.” The starving pair finished the stew, | then side by side lay before the fire. “Of course, Flash,” wandered the semidelirious Brock, “I could shkoot my pup—and get back. Lots of meat on your old hones—yet Right through the ears, eh? You'd never know what Brock «id to you--and then he'd see | home agtin—ihe family. What d’yub say?” With a low whimper, the husky be side him nuzzled into the boy's face, buried in kis Loed under the robes. “Don’t want Brock to do it, do yuh?” As if sensing the ghastly meaning of the words, the dog again thrust his nose into the hood. For an instant his hairy muzzle touched the lean cheek of his master. Then with a throaty rumble it was withdrawn. “You old fool!” cried the aroused youth, sitting up in his blankets, stung by the dog's caress. “You think Brock was serious? Crawl out by shootin’ his pup—like a dirty Indian?” Impul- sively the boy drew the massive head of the husky to his breast, “You fool dog! Brock shoot his Flash to save his own hide?” And the boy ecrooned incoherently into a hairy ear. AS the great plume of a tail waved to and fro, the deep throat of Flash rumbled in ecstacy. Dawn—and a dazed voyager, seek- ing the valley of the frozen Yellow- Leg, shuffled on unsteady legs through the spruce into the north—at his heels a bony husky drawing a small to- boggan. Through the morning went the pair, stopping frequently to rest. Lean from lack of food though he was, the husky, owing to his marvel- ous vitality, still retained much of his strength. For the Ungava, like a wolf, starves slowly. But the master who reeled over the white floor of forest and barren, neared the end of his stamina. Two—three miles more, and | the numbed legs would crumple under | him—the snow-shoes which slide me- | chanically, driven by the dogged will, cease to move. Then, of a sudden, as the uncertain eyes of the boy, whom hope had de- serted, peered ahead for the wind. The Eyes of the Boy, Bright With Starvation, Hungrily Watched the Nauseous Stew. break which would shelter his last camp, his heart gave a great throb, then checked, to pound again furiously as he swayed on his feet at what he saw, “Deer trail!” he gasped. “Deer trail, Flash! Made this morning! He can’t travel far in this! We'll hang to him, Flash—hang to him!” Then the boy shivered as stark fear gripped him. Could he aim his gun? Could he hit the game? | attendant, | clock right?” But there was no place for doubt here. He had to hit him. It was his last chance. Leading Flash -on a rawhide thong, | to prevent him bolting with the sled when they saw their game, Brock fol- lowed the trail. Hope now drove his stiffened legs—hope of red meat, food —life. training of months proved itself. On a leash Flash had been trained to silence. The trail led through a stand of ! scrub spruce and out over the packed snow of icy shell of a brook. Here Brock suddenly stopped, his jaw drop- ping in amazement. “Moose!” he gasped. here on the Yellow-Leg!” “Moose, up And here, at last, the careful | Instead of the familiar, round-toed | tracks of a caribou, stamped into the hard footing, like the thrust of a die in wax, were the long, pointed, cow- like tracks of a moose. Following the trail which led in the direction of a heavy stand of black spruce and cedar, under a ridge, Brock led his plunging dog. “Shut up, Flash! Steady boy!” he ordered in low tones, “He's there, in that bush.” The animal had traveled up wind— he would not smell them; so it was safe to hold to the trail. Slipping off the dog’s harness, leaving the sled, Brock led him by the thong. As they entered the cover of the timber, ears and eyes tense, the heart of the boy shook him as an launch. Somewhere ahead in spruce was food—life. not miss! (TO BE CONTINUED.) Modern Japan Not much longer will Japan be the land of quaint medieval scenes and customs for the occidental traveler The Osaga municipality has completed all the geological investigations and other necessary arrangements for the construction of a high speed tramecai service. The system will consist of underground and overhead lines, to be completed at an estimated cost of $80,000,000. First to Be Cremated The body of the first person to be cremated In the United States was that of Baron de Palin at Washing: ton, Pa, in 1876 | audience you began engine shakes a | the | If only he did | THE PATTON COURIER Curre PROVED IT “lI am expecting no packages due today,” “This is your number,” pressman, looking on the box. name’s Johnson?” “Yes.” “Then it's for you.” “It must be a case of mistaken identity.” “I'm not concerned with what is in it, but it’s yours.” said the ex- “Your Successful Party 1 AGED PRISONER FREED AFTER 38 YEARS IN CELL | Softened by Prison Life He Returns to Germany to Waiting Wife. Madison, Wis.—Resurrected from the living dead by a pardon which ended 38 years of confinement in the Waupun (Wis.) state prison, Joseph Fuchs, seventy-three, went back to Germany, the land of his birth, a land which, as a “lifer,” he never expected | to see again, said the book store manager. | Out of a welter of fierce emotions that caused this man to murder in 1890, out of long, dulling monotony of 38 years spent in prison, has come a calm, a quietude of the soul | is like a religion to this kindly, white- | but an old soul Negro Yard Man—Yas'm, we had a | gran’ time at de pahty. Dey was so many folks dat we couldn't hardly move around. And noise! Folks couldn’t hardly hear themselves think.” Mistress—Sounds rather tumultu- | ous. Man—Oh, no, ma’am—not too | 'multuous, jes 'multuous enough.” AWFULLY MANNISH “Mary’s awfully mannish.” “Yes, and manless in consequence.” Metamorphosis Marriage oft brings about A change immense; A little dear turns out A big expense. It’s All Wrong Asylum doctor about to make his morning round looks at tower clock and discovers he is late; meeting an he asks: “George, is that George—No; If it was it wouldnt be here. Became Undesirable Risk “Hear about Jackson?” “No, what about him?” “He was married last week, and the life insurance agent attended the wed- ding, and when he lamped the bride. canceled the $20,000 policy Jackson had on his life.” WHAT SHE WOULD DO _/ (y y /A [| Bashful Youth—If you were in my place what would you do? Modern Maid—Hire an up-to-date chap with good arms to call on the girls for me. Two in One We had a fine canary; We also own a cat; We have no more canary, But puss is now quite fat. Think of the Finish Professor—I don’t think my lecture last night was much of a success, Wife—But think of the splendid with, Troublesome Wads Junior Partner—It’s no use talking to the stenographer—she sticks to her gum. Senior Partner—Her sticking to her haired “lifer.” Prison life may harden some men, 38 years of it did not seem to harden Fuchs. He emerged as kindly as one could find where. any- | “I have learned my lesson,” the old | man sighed when he was brought be- | fore the governor to receive a “spe- cial” pardon certificate. Is Happy Now. “I'm an old man now,” he said, “but know that never again will there be trouble in my life. It was a long time, 38 years: but I am happy.” “Love Thy Neighbor,” was the phi- | tosophy which the man adopted dur- ing his long years of imprisonment, He Emerged as a Kindly Old Soul. and he practiced his creed. He was 1 model prisoner, and for this reason, he said, prison life was not extremely hard for him because he always was treated kindly. “There wus so much time to think,” he said, “—so much time to think.” Not quite all of the story of Fuchs’ | life is known in this country, because he never would tell all. Even after he was released from prison, he con- tinued to maintain silence concerning | the crime for which he was convicted. Wife Awaits Return. In Germany, Fuchs’ wife, faithful to him through all these years, awaits | his return. Mrs. Fuchs still lives at the old Fuchs’ homestead in Train, rode in a motor bus, Germany—the homestead which Fuchs left to come to America. When Fuchs came from the prison at Waupun to the capitol here he the first he had ever seen. Here he heard a radio for the first time and marveled at this “miracle,” which had come to pass | during the years he was “buried alive.” | Truly, it was like a resurrection— | the emerging of this softened old man from prison, Everything had changed and to him everything was marvelous. Despite all the changes which he saw in the rest of the world. the old man slyly whispered that in Train he hoped to find things as he left them S50 many years ago, (Kills Wife at Own Plea and Dies Beside Her Joulder, Colo.—Yielding to his wife's pleas that he Kill her, J. E. Kirkbride, forty-five, former district | attorney of Boulder, fired a bullet gum doesn’t bother so much; it's the | things she sticks her gum to. Nobody Home—Ever “Did 1 understand you to say that Dubbleigh was absent-minded 7” “Yes, but not in the way that it af- fects some very learned professors. In Dubbleigh’s case it is continuous.” —Smith's Weekly. 'S a Hard Life “How's everything with you these days?’ asked the old friend. “I'm having as hard a time as a character in a comic strip, with no artist in sight to eventually straight. en things out for me,” sighed the other one. No More Than a Sisterly Act “When you told Jack you'd be a sis ter to him, what did he say?” “He had the nerve to ask to borrow my car so that he could take anoth- er gir! for a ride.” through her head and then shot him- self through the right temple Their bodies were found side by side in their bedroom. Six letters were found in which Kirkbride de- tailed his wife's fears that she was going insane, and her appeals to him to kill her. Mrs. O. M. Gilbert, wife of a promi- nent physician, and Mrs. Mary Boyd, hoth sisters of Kirkbride, said Kirk- bride and his wife often had dis cussed suicide. They little dreamed he actually would commit the deed, even though he considered it merciful, they said. Mrs. Kirkbride had several examinations at Psychopathic hospital. submitted to the Denver Herbert's Lighter Works, Firemen Vouch for It Attica, Ind.—Herbert Hanapel has a cigarette lighter that will light. This lighter was even powerful enough to all out the local fire department. Hanapel was filling the lighter and he absent-mindedly pressed on the | automatic ignition. ; It worked. The fluid he was psing blazed up, the flames burning his hands. Blankets were used to smother the hlaze and the fire department was called. bert was not burned seriously. | veteran Glacier park cowboy guide, re- | with no more hips than a rattlesnake, that | PARK GUIDE ROUTS || HAAKHAAAAAAAAIAA AA AHH FIA Body of Murder Victim Identified by Kilier Ottawa, Ont.—The unusual procedure of calling on a pris- oner, charged with murder, to identify the body of his victim, was invoked by Ottawa author- ities recently at the inquest into the death of Pietero Parrotta, shot to death by Bruno Massina, his brother-in-law, After the jury had been sworn in it was found that there was no one to identify the dead man, Massina was summoned and, shackled to two detectives, he identified the body as that of 3 Parrotta, whom he has admit- ted killing, FHA IOS OIOR IR RRIF SR HAA FAH ; : | BEAR WITH CLUB Proves Theory That Only Grizzlies Are Feared. Glacier Park, Mont.—Mike Shannon, lates an amusing incident distinguish- ing between the fearful respect West- erners have for a grizzly and their utter disregard for the black species of the bear family. He says: “ ‘Rattlesnake Slim’ was one of our outfit. The name originally intended for him by his parents had long since | been lost for all save legal purposes. He won his cognomen from two char- acteristics, viz: First, the cowboy build which he possesses to an un- usual degree, six feet two inches and and, secondly, his sudden and unpre- meditated way of doing the most reck- less thing that comes into his head— | just like a rattlesnake. | bear! { tore up all the trees on the side of the | Her- | school, | stroyed. “On the occasion 1 recite Slim and half a dozen guides had started from | the chalets at Granite park to a place several hundred yards up the moun- tain, where they rolled their beds un- { der some scrub pines, near the corral. The night was dark, except for stars. and halfway up the trail Slim, who was in the lead, suddenly noticed an unusually large bear directly ahead. “ ‘Well, boys, if it's a grizzly, he holds the trail he volunteered as he ad { vanced to within ten feet of the an imal. lowing cautiously. The rest of the guides were fol- | They were all pre- I puared to make a hasty detour for the hristles rose on the bear's neck as he | turned to meet them, “But Slim felt around on the ground till he picked up a good-sized limb of a fir tree, and with a wilg yell, ‘It’s only a black bear, I cain’t go round, he charged the beast, hitting it a two- handed whack across the shoulders. | Slim was right. It was only a black | The frightened animal fairly mountain in making its get-away.’ Poem Betrays Robber Into Police Custody | Moscow.—A scribbled poem was the only clew found by the police in in- specting the scene of a robbery here. And the robber has been caught. The railroad worker whose home was robbed denied having written that or any other Moreover, the | handwriting was -not his. It had ap- | parently been dropped by the bandit | in making off with the loot. Some days later the authorities raid- | ed a hut in the forest near Moscow, ; where an eccentric person had set up | house. The suspect, Dmitri Chinien- | koff, said that he was only a poet, | living as inexpensively and as quietly as possible, away from the turmoil of | the city. | A search netted a great stack of manuscript, poems long afd short. It | also netted a great deal of prosaic | goods for whieh the criminal police had been searching, among them the things stolen from the railroad work- | er. Confronted with the scribbled found in the robbed home, verse. poem Chinienkoff proudly claimed owner- | ship. | Unfortunately the press account is | based upon police information which fails to provide any critical judg- | ment on the merits of Chinienkofl’s poetry. Kills Pet Cat and Dog and Then Ends His Life Middletown, N. Y.—Henry Litts, sixty, committed suicide near Nar- rowsbury, after killing a pet cat and a hunting dog to make sure they would not suffer after his death. Litts | took his shotgun, led his dog off into a patch of woods near his home and | shot the animal. Then he returned to the house, care- fully put the gun back in its case, took his tiger cat in his arms and, after caressing it, went to the back yard and strangled it to death. When darkness came Litts retired to his room upstairs, soon after which | a shot was heard. Breaking open the | door, members of the household found | Litts dying on the floor, having fired | the full charge from the gun into his | throat. Some years ago his wife left him, and he had been despondent at | times since her departure. He had no | | regular occupation. Fire Razes School Regina, Susk.—Fire which swept through an Indian school at Pun- | | michy, Saskatchewan, drove i06 chil. | | dren and 10 teachers into a tempera- ture of 23 degrees below zero. The valued at $250,000, was de- I checked, | tiny baby, always safe to use; | i SAME PRESCRIPTION | | medicine, back in 1875, | People lived normal lives, ate Wha Will When your Children Cry for It There is hardly a household that | hasn't heard of Castoria! At least five million homes are never without it, If there are children in your family, there’s almost daily need of its com- fort. And any night may find you very thankful there's a bottle in the house. Just a few drops, and that colic or constipation is relieved; or diarrhea A vegetable product; a baby remedy meant for young folks, Castoria is about the only thing you have ever | heard doctors advise giving to infants. Stronger medicines are dangerous to a however harmless they may Good old Castoria! and remember be to grown-ups. Remember the name, | to buy it. It may spare you a sleep- less, anxious night. It is always ready, in emergencies, or for everyday ailments. Any hour of the | day or night that Baby becomes fret- | ful, or restless. Castoria was never more popular with mothers than it ig today. Every druggist has it. [SEN For Piles, Corns Bunions, Chilblains, etc. Hanford’s Balsam of Myrrh All dealers are authorized to refund your money for the first bottle if not suited. Cuba's. Gift Vase A marble vase seven fet high and weighing six tons, carved from the original memorial raised in Havana to the memory of the men who went down with the battleship Maine, has been presented by the Cuban govern- ment to the United States. The vase will be placed in Potomac park. Mean What You Say Everything you say will be remem hered by some one else after you have forgotten it.—Atchison Globe. After a girl has refused him twelve times a superstitious youth will quit proposing. HE WROTE IN 1892 When Dr. Caldwell started to practice the needs for & laxative were not *as great as today. plain, wholesome food, and got plenty of fresh | air. But even that early there were drastic physics and purges for the relief of constipation which Dr. Caldwell did not believe were good for human beings. The prescription for constipation that he used early in his practice, and which he put in drug stores in 1892 under the name of Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup Pepsin, is a liquid vegetable remedy, intended for women, children and elderly people, and they need just such a mild, safe | bowel stimulant. This prescription has proven its worth and is now the largest selling liquid laxative. It has won the confidence of people who needed it to get relief from headaches, biliousness, flatulence, indi- gestion, loss of appetite and sleep, bad breath, dyspepsia, colds, fevers. At your druggist, or write “Syrup Pepsin,” Dept. BB, Monticello, Illinois, for free trial bottle. SHOE LIE Lo 6 or bursitisare easilyand tuickly removed with- out knife or firing iron. Absorbinereducesthem permanently and leaves no 4 blemishes. Will not blister 7%) @ or remove the hair. Horse worked during treatment. Atdruggistsor $2.50 postpaid. Horse book 6-S free, Surprised user writest *‘Horse had largest shoe boil I ever saw, Now all gone, I would not have thonght that Absorbine could take it away so completely. ABSORBINE (W. F. YOUNG. Inc. 510 Lyman St., Springfield, Mass. HOXSIE’S GROUP REMEDY OF CHILDREN No bi iA ne ay Ee cents at druggists, oa KELLS CO, NEWBURGH, N. X. i (Copyright, W. N. 0, THE MAN IS NOT A PRIZE FIGHTER, NOR ARE THESE CAULIFLOWES EARS. WIGHT HEAD- PHONES BUNGED UP THESE EARS, WHENCE ‘THE NAME, “RADIO EARS." Clan An Ounce Better hd of I oA PERCY | le by the McClur
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