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BN HH A BRIO a TISH WHIG WEDNESDAY, SEPT. 8, 1020, PAGE TWELVE RS. WM. P. SMITH, of Los Angeles, Calif., who says Tanlac completely restored her health when no one believed she would ever be well again. - Has gained thirteen pounds, "I will never stop praising Tanlac, for it lis restored my health when everyone who knew of my dreadful conditon had no idea I would ever get well. "Two years ago, following an acci- dent, I began suffering from indiges- tion and severe stomach trouble I grew worse so rapidly that my hegith soon became perfectly wretched. My stomach became so weak I couldn't eat the simplest food or even drink a glass of milk without suffering for hourg afterward. I was extremely nervous, and would have palpitation of the heart so badly at times | would almost faint. My circulation was very poor, I had no color, and weighed only eighty-one pounds. It seemed I was just gradually starving by degrees, and I had almost given up hope. "After the best medical treat- ment failed to help me, travel and a change of surroundings was advised, 80 I traveled nearly all over the United States and had treatment every place I went, but always with the same disappointing results. How I stood my suffering is more than 1 can tell, and I became so despondent that life seemed hardly worth livi "That is just the condition I was in when I began taking Tanlac When my husband first suggestea Tanlac I told him I had no faith in it, but the next day he bought me a bottle, and to my great surprise it seemed to agree with me, so I. kept on taking it. The results speak for themselves, "I have gained thirteen pounds in weight, and I feel perfectly well in every way. My appetite is splendid and I eat just anything I want and never have the slightest symptom of indigestion. I am so happy over the recovery of my health that I feel just | like telling everybody about this wonderful medicine." The above remarkable statement was made recently by Mrs. William P. Smith, a well known and highly Tespected resident of Los Angeles, Calif., residing at 139 East Avenue 6 by A. ding drug- --Advt. Tanlac is sold in Kingston P. Chown and by the 1 gists in every town. MATTRESSES Don't throw away your old Mattresses. We renovate all kinds ang make them as good as new. Get our prices Frontenac Mattress Co 17 BALACLAVA STREET Phone 2100w is the time to get your lawn mower ready. Don't wait un- til the grass is ahead of YOU. All makes repaired and sharpened promptly. J. M. PATRICK 149 SYDENHAM ST. Fresh Dairy and Creamery Butter. Cooked Meats and Bacon. Fresh Fruits in season. Lanka Tea Coupons exchanged | Closed Wednesdays at 1 p.m. Yet is so. «| them. THE DAILY BRI THE SCHOOL CHILDREN'S PAGE STUDENT-EDITED PAPER AS PART OF DAILY NEWS IS SUGGESTED BY CREAKY (Thi Day of Story) Captain Newton, editor of the Daily News, was always in his office early, but. next morning he had a visitor that was earlier. There sat Creaky. "Captain," said' Creaky, "I'm afraid" that we can't start a paper of our , own now. dt will cost too much. Bat I have a plan to show you." Creaky pulled out of his side pocket a copy of last evening's News. He turned to page five, and there, cover- ing the upper left quarter of the page, was a sheet of white paper pasted over the print. On this sheet were pasted four clippings and across the top, four columns wide, was printed the head- ing, "THE WINNEBAGO SCHOOL NEWS" ~-- Little Paper in Big One "Look. at these three news storfes, Captain. They are almost a column long. I foundthem last evening scat- tered through this paper. They are school news. Here also is a section of a continued story written especially for boys and girls. Now, why can't you put such things as these in the same place in your paper each day and let us help you edit that section as a special school newspaper, a little newspaper made up as a part of your bigger one?" - The Captain looked and rubbed his chin. : "Well," and the Captain looked some more. Creaky had the instinct of a true ' salesman. He knew enough to meet an objection before his "prospect" had actually brought it up. Promptness Promised "I know, Captain Newton, that your paper comes out on schedule I would not want to undertake to edit this section of your paper unless I was absolutely sure that our material would always be in plenty of time ahead. You wouldn't have to wait op us." Oo "Have you talked it over with your principal and the superintendent?" the editor asked. No, sir," replied Creaky, "but IT will", He did, and two mornings later an assembly of the whole high school was called Wore Tomorrow) i | School Yell (Us Jour yell ether? Send 1 Wy Mush milk and cinnamon -seed, That's stuff on which we feed-- We're the cream of all the nation," Wooster High School delegation. First in war, first in peace, Fist the hands of the Chief of Po Look ont Jor us, . - ie Erie -------- So S Wrist Wrestling A variation of Indian hand wrest- ling is wrist wrestling. Any number can play it. Take a long strong pole and line up an equal number of players on each side. All grab the pole firmly arranging the hands so that every other hand is that of a player on the same side. The trick, and the object, is to twist the pole so that it slips in the hands of the opposing team. This is a feat that will develop considerable strength of wrist. It can be played by either boys or girls. * * oir It is all very good to wave a pen- . nant and cheer when others are play- Ing in a great football game, but now and then all of us should get into the games ourselves. Write to The Boys and Girls Newspaper, telling about games open to all, such as the one described above, (This section 1s not for the boys alone We M- vite girls © write in about their school sports.) Jim's Joke For Boys Boy Scout: I've lived on vegetables for two weeks! Jim: (That's nothing ; earth for twelve years. OLD MAN PUZZLE EAR OR A REAM SAIL Y Insert one letter of the alphabet four times among the above letters and you will have a complete sentence. Answer to yesterday's: I've lived on Lease- easel. Aner to yesterdays: Lous: use OLD LADY RIDDLE | Why is painting rabbits on bald heads a profitable business? Answer to yesterday's: Blacksmiths are the most frequent law-breakers, be- cause they forge and steel daily, | $ THE COURAGE OF | MARGE O'DOONE David turned away, sickened by the thud of the body and the fall of the clods on its upturned face--for he had caught a last unpleasant glimpse of the face, and it was star- ing and grinning up at tha stars. A feeling of dread followed him into the cabin. He filled the stove and sat down to wait for Father Roland. It was a long wait. He heard Mukoki | 80 away. The mice rustied about him {®gain. An hour had passed when he heard a sound at the door, a scrap- ing sound, like the peculiar drag of claws over wood, and a moment later it was followed by whine that came to him faintl He opened the door 'slowly. Baree stood just out- (side the threshhold. "He had given | him two fish at noon, so he knew that {1t was not hunger that had brought the dog to the cabin. Somé myster- fous instinct had told him that Da- vid was alone; he wanted to come in; his yearning gleamed in his eyes as he stood there stifflegged in the moonlight. David held out a hand, on the point of enticing him through the door, when he heard the soft crunching of feet. in the snow. A gray- shadow, swift as the wind, Baree disappeared. David scarcely knew when he went, He was look- ing into the face of Father Roland. He backed into the cabin, without speaking, and the Missioner entered. He was smiling. He had, to an ex- tent,. recovered himself. He threw off his mittens and rasped his hands over the fire in an effort.at cheer- fulness. But there was something forced in his manner, something that he was making a terrific fight to keep under. He was like one who had been In great mental stress for many days instead of a single hour. His eyes burned with the smouldering glow of a fever; his shoulders hun loosely as though he had lost thé strength to hold them erect; he shiv- vered, David noticed, even as he rub- || bed his hands and smiled. "Curious how this has affected me, David," he said apologetically. "It is incredible, this weakness of mine. 1 have seen death many scores of times, and yet I could not go and look on his face again. Incredible! I am anxous to get away. Mukoki will soon be coming with the dogs. A devil, Mukoki says. Well perhaps. A strange man at li | best. We must forget this Leeht. It | has been an unpleasant introduction ll for you into our North. We must forget it. We must forget Tavish." {And then, as if he had omitted a | fact of some importance, he added: ["T will kneel at his graveside before we go." x7 "If he had only waited," said Da- vid, scarcely knowing what words he was speaking, "if he had waited i to-morrow, only, or the next BY ...." - . "Yes; If he had waited!" The missioner's eyes narrowed. Da- vid heard the ciick of his jaws as he dropped his head so that his face was hidden. . "It he had waited," he repeated, after David, "if he had only waited!" And his hands, spread out fan-like over the stove, closed slowly and rigidly as if gripping at the thrqat of something. "I have friends up in that country he came from," David forced himself to, say, "and I had hoped he would be able to tell me something about He musi have known them, or heard of them." BY JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD = 5 er, still looking at the top of the | stove, and unclenching his fingers as slowly as he had drawn them to- gether, "but he is dead." There was a note of finality in his voice, a sudden forcefulness of mean- ing as he raised his head and looked at David. "Dead," he repeated, "and buried. We are no longer privileged even to guess at what he might have said. As I told you once before, David, I am not a Catholic, nor a Church-of- England man, nor of any religion that wears a name, and yet I ac- cepted a litttle of them all into my own creed. A wandering Missioner --and I am such a one--much oblit- erate to an extent his own deep-soul- ed convictions and accept indulgent- ly all articles of Christian faith; and there is' one law, above all others, which he must hold inviolate. He must not pry into the past of the dead; nor speak aloud thes secrets of the living. Let us forget Tavish." His words sounded a knell in David's heart. If he had hoped that Father Roland would at the vary last, tell him something more about Tavish, that hope was now gone, The Missioner spoke in a voice that was almost gentle, and he cama to David and put a hand on his shoul- der as a father might have dona with a son. He had placed himself, in this moment, beyond the reach of any questions that might have been In David's mind. With eyes and touch that spoke a deap affection he had raised a barrier between them as in- violable as that law of his creed which ha had just mentioned . And with ft had come a better under- standing. David was glad that Mukokli's voice and the commmotion of the dogs came to interrupt them. They gathered up hurriadly the few things they had brought into the edbin- and carried them to the sledge. David did not enter the cabin again, but stood with the dogs in the edge of the timber, while Father Roland made his promised visit to the grave. Mukoki followed him, and as the Missioner stood over the dark mound in the snow, David saw the Cree slip like a shadow into the cabin, whera a light was burning. Then he notie- ed that Father Roland was kneeling, and a moment later the Indian came out of the cabin quietly, and without looking ~back joined him near the dogs. They walted. Over Tavish"s grave Father Ro- "Undoubtedly," sid the Mission- HOWARD ARCHER SAVES LITTLE GIRL FROM BITE OF POISON TARANTULA (True Story of o Real Boy) While working in his father's groe- ery on a refent Saturday afternoon, Howard Archer, Fr Calif. brought out a new bunch of bananas. A little girl, a child about four years old, put out her hand to feel the "nice big 'nannas" when suddenly Howard saw a huge tarantula, crawl- ing out from beneath the very ba- nana the little girl was about to touch. Howard seized the child's hand and drew it back. Quietly cautioning the mother, How- ard took a .long banana from an- other bunch, poked the tarantula so that it fell on the floor, and then quick- ly brought down upon it a 10-pound tin can of Igrd that was . standing close by. The tarantula's bite is often fatal, and the lad's cool headedness undoubt- edly saved the little girl's life, and prevented a panic in the store. GIRLHOOD STORIES OF FAMOUS WOMEN "Mother I have been to Betty lo- gd's birthday party. I danced the minuet and I met many of the 'world's' people," z little Quaker maid shame- facedly confessed. She had started out that afternoon with her playmate, Will Rogers, to visit her aunt, who lived on the other side of Philadelphia. But temptation had overcome her and she had gone to Betty Logan's party, although | dancing and worldly pleasure were contrary to the beliefs of the Friends. "l made Will Rogers promise he would not tell on me, but at sight of thee sitting here, Mother, I knew I could not deceive thee," she said con- tritely, ' The little Quakeress was Dolly Payne, who as Dolly Madison (1768- | 1849) was mistress of the White | House for sixteen years, a social dis- | tinction no other woman has held. She became as famous for her sin- cerity as for her charm and grace as a hostess. | (Tomorrow's Story, Henry P. Dovison.) | Stud: can 'be dane oorty Gen att clently or inefficiently. Watch for the "Study Helps" column ia The Boys' and Girls' Newspaper. |1ana's lips were moving, and out of {his mouth strange \ ords came in a {low. and unemqtional voice that was [not much above a whisper: ". . . and I thank God that you {did not tell me before you died, [Tavish," he was saying. "I thank | God for that. For if you had--I {would have. killed you!" | As he came back to them David | noticed a flickering of light in the (cabin, as though the lamp was splut- |tering and about to £0 out. They put on their snow shoes, and with Mu- koki breaking the trail buried tiem- selves in the moonlit forest. Halt an hour later they halted on the summit of a second ridge. The Cree looked back and pointed with an exultant cry. Where the cabin had been a red flare of flame was rising above the tree tops. Dawid under- stood what the flickering light in the cabin had meant. Mukoki had spilled Tavish"s kerosene and had touched a match to it so that the little devils might follow their mass ter Into the black abyss. He almost fancied he could hear the agonized squeaking of Tavish's pets. Straight northward, through the white moonlight of that night, Mu- kokl broke the tram, travelling ae times so swiftly that the Misssioner commanded him to slacken his pace on David's account. Even David did not think of stopping. He had no desire to stop so long as their way was lighted ahead of them: It seem- ed to him that the world was be- coming brighter and the forest gloom less cheerless as they dropped that evil valley of Tavish's farther and farther behind them. Tlien the moon began to fade, like a great lamp that had burned itself out of oil, and darkness swept over them like huge wings. It was two o'clock when they camped and built a fire. So, day after day, they continued into the North. t the end 'of his tenth day--the sixth after leaving Tavish's--David felt that he was no longer a stranger in the country of the big snows, He did not say as much to Father Roland, for to ex- press such a thought to one who had lived there all his life seemed to. him to -be little less than a bit of sheer imbecility. Ten days! That was all, and yet théy might have been ten months, or as many years for that matter, so completely had they chang- ad him . He was not thinking of him- self physically--not a day passed that Father Roland did not point out some fresh triumph for him there. His limbs were nearly ag tireless as the Missioner's; he knew that ha was growing heavier, and he could at last ®hop through a tree without winding himself. These things his companions could see. 'His appetite was voracious. His ayes wers keen and his hands steady, so that he was doing splendid practice shooting with both rifle and pistol, and each day when the Missioner insisted on their bout with the gloves he found it more and more difficult to hold himself in, "Not so hard, David," Father Ro- land frequently cautioned him, and in place of the first joyous grin there was always a look of settled anxiety in Mukoki's face as he watched them. The mote David pummelled him, the greater was the Little Missioner's triumph. "I told yon what this north country could do for you," was his exultant slogan; "I told you." (To Be Continued.) tures at the Strand Theatre abou the middle of September. . : The only charms some young men possess ara attached to their watch chains. * Women jump at conclusions and frequently hit; men reason things out logically and usually miss. ; There's no objection to a man's blowing his own horn, but it's the time he selects that makes us tired. DOTTY MEETS A MESSENGER OF | FLOWER LAND, One day Dotty wandered through her grandma's garden, she heard some searlet sage be At. first Dotty thought it must be some spider or ant in distress, but when she parted the green leaves there on a' brilliant blossom castle | sat a dear little elfin. . | The elfin wiped his eyes and smil- | ed at Dotty, for you must know that No mater how badly the fairy folk feel they always dry their tears to smile at little chilrem "Are you looking for the mes- | senger "hoy, 100?" asked the elfin, | doffing his bright red cap and bow- | ing to Dotty. "It seems to me he | never will come." This story wilt be shown In ple | 'Oh, Dear Me, No!" "Who?" asked Dotty, looking around to see whom-the elfin was talking about. "Who" Daddy or grandpa with a pail of water? You want a drink?" "Drink! I should 'say not," re- plied the keeper of the sage castle. "It's too early in the day to be beg- ging for water. Why, the dew was so lovely and fresh this morning that I feel I ghant want another drink before night. No, I've been looking for a messenger boy. Have you seen one?" "Oh, dear me, no!" laughed Dotty. "There's been no messenger boy around 'here this mornihg. Eijm the mail man hasn't come yet, but what--" "Mail man!" exclaimed the keeper of the sage castle. "You don't under- stand me. I'm not looking for your mail man. I'm looking for the mes- senger of Flower Land." "Well, well!" laughed Dotty. "Al- most every time I visit grandma's! garden I learn something new. And pray, who are your messenger boys?" "Well, the bees are our best mes- sengers," replied the elfin. Just then a big bee, buzzing loud- ly, settled on the petals of the sage castle. "Good morning," he buzzed, bow- ing to the elfin and Dotty. "I'm late, but I've been dreadfully busy. Any message for me?" Baby. [900 Droes one softly crying, out in the d. [TTT | in our castles every day. | they | they keep working for all day long. eC I Phone 1042. 2 EM, D® J.D.KE A SAFE AND EFFICI IT 18 COMPOSED O FUMES INHALED A Cedar Sheeting We have a fine stock of 12" B. C. Cedar. . Give it a trial. ~ Allan Lumber Co. SO === --_-- ---------- : Victoria Street STU nw: LO GG'S JEF FoR ASTHMA AND HAY FEVE! PTLY, IAL WILL CONVINC ICH. WHEN BURNED AND The aa ALL IRRITAT) ~ PHONE 688 PLUMBING, HEATING and TINSMITHING All kinds of repair work promptly attended to. 203 WELLINGTON ST. The elfin nodded, and excusing himself to Dotty, invited the bee to have a sip of honey. Mr. bee passed between th two tall stamens of the blossom to get his sip of honey, When he came out again Dotty saw a mass of golden stuff on his back. He thanked the elfin, bowed to Dotty, and flew away. "My, what a relief!" sighed the elfin. "He's the first messenger boy that has called this morning. Yon see, they don't all deliver or receive Whoever start serving in the morning Sometimes that chap does messenger duty for the clover castles. Then again he helps the pansies or the daisy castles. It's the first time he has visited me for several days." "Why, what in the world do you mean?" exclaimed Dotty, "I thought they buzzed about among all the flowers." "So they do," laughed the elfin. "But with a funny mix-up it would be if my messenger boy delivered my message to a buttercup. , The keeper of that castle wouldn't know how to read it. But when he gets to anoth- er sage castle the keeper will scrapa all my pollen dust from his back and give him a big sip of honey in re- turn. That's what keeps us bloom- ing. : "Why, it would be a dreadful world if. we just lived and bloomed for ourselves! We don't need to share our sweetness unless we want to, but we love to share it with our friends. That's the only way to be- come strong and useful, to work and think ang lay up some drop of sweet- ness for others. Maybe the yellow pollen Mr. Bee carried away on his Back from my castle, will help some poorer sage plant and make her stronger. In return Mr. Bee gets two sips of honey. One for receiv- ing my message, another for deliver- ng it. "You'll excuse me, I must ge to work mixing more honey," and with- out another word the keeper of the Sage castle disappeared imto his blos- som home, and Dotty ran into the Louse to help her grandma. Hear Them Weep. (Guelph Herald) How it must grieve the hearts of the sugar manipulators to realizo that prices wouldn't stay up till pre- serving time was over, I SHE a Many a man who thinks his per- suasive powers are sufficient to con= trol the affairs of a nation wouldn't even make a good book agent. If a man is big and fat and able to keep his mouth shut he can bluff al- most any one. Pleasures are the commas used to punctuate life's sad story. EE ---- Some More Truths. OULD you use a steam shovel to move a pebble ? Certainly not. Implements are built according to the work they have to do. 3 Would you use a grown-up's remedy for your baby's ills ? Certainly not, Remedies are prepared according to the werk THEY have All this is preliminary to do. to reminding you that Fletcher's Castoria was sought out, found and is prepared solely as g remedy for Infants and Children. And let this be a warning against Substitutes, Counterfeits/ aid the Just-as-good stuff that may be all right for you in all your strength, but dangerous for the little habe. All the mother-love that lies within your heart cries out to you: Be true to And being true to Baby you will keep in the house remedies prepared for babies as you would a baby's food, hairbrush. toothbrush or sponge, specially Children Cry For MOTHERS SHOULD READ THE BOOKLET THAT 1S AROUND EVERY BOTTLE OF FLETCHER'S CASTOR GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS é THE cENvAUR com PANY,