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    SWEEPSTAKE UPON
SWEEPSTAKE
CANADA ADDING^ OTHERS TO ITi
SERIES OF VICTORIES.
A Manitoba 8teer Carrlea Off Simllaf
Honors to Those Won by a Half
Brother in 1912.
When Giencamock I., the Aberdeen"
Angus steer, owned by Mr. McGregof
of Brandon, Manitoba, carried oft the
sweepstakes at the Chicago Live Stock
Show in 1912, it was considered to b*
a great victory for barley, oats and
grass versus corn. So that there
might be no doubt of the superiority
of barley feeding, Manitoba climate,
and judgment in selecting the animal.
Mr. McGregor placed in competition
In 1913, another Aberdeen-Angus, a
half-brother to the animal that won
last year, and secured a second vio
tory in the second year. In other
classes he had excellent winnings, but
the big victory was the sweepstakes
for the best steer. This victory proved
that Manitobargrown barley and oats,
and prairie hay, had properties better
than any contained in com, which in
the past has been looked upon as
being superior to other grains in fat
tening and finishing qualities. Not
only this, but Glencamock’s victory
proves that the climate of the prairie
provinces of western Canada, in com
bination with rich feeds that are pos
sessed by that country, tends to make
cattle raising a success at’little cost.
Other winnings at the live stock
show which placed western Canada in
the class of big victories were: Three
firsts, seven seconds, and five other
prizes in Clydesdales.
The winners, Bryce, Taber, Suther
land, Sintoit, Mutch, McLean, Haggei*
ty, Leckie and the University of Sas
katchewan are like family names in
Saskatchewan. Each one had “the
goods” that won honor to himself and
combined made a name and record tot
Saskatchewan.
Look at the recent victories won by
western Canada within the past three
years.
In February, 1911, Hill A Sons ot
Lloydminster, Saskatchewan, showed
a peck of oats at the National Cord
Exposition, held at Columbus, Ohio,
and carried off the Colorado silver
trophy, valued at $1,500.
In February, 1913, the same men,
father and son, had a similar victory
at Columbia, N. C., and should they
win in 1914 at Dallas, Texas, they
will own the trophy.
In 1911, Seager Wheeler of Rosthem
won $1,000 in gold at the New York
Land Show for the best 100 pounds of.
wheat.
In 1912 at the Dry Farming Cos
gress at Lethbridge, Alberta, Mr
[Holmes of Cards ton won the $2,504'
Rumley engine for best wheat In tb*>
world.
▼ 4 A4 A _ a. A V. .. TN_ TU_ ■ t_ _
iu xvxu| ai uiu *.»« j mt ui
gross, held at TuIbs, Okla., Mr. P. G#.
lack of Allen, Saskatchewan, carrfr l
off the honors and a threshing nt
chlne for the best bushel of wheat
shown In competition with the world.
In 1913 at the International Ury
Farming Congress at Tulsa, Olds-,
Canada won the majority of tie
world’s honors In Individual classes,
and seven out of the sixteen swoeo
atakes. Including the grand prize for
the best bushel of hard wheat.
The grand prize, a threshing Bra
chtne, was won by Paul Gerlack Jbr
best bushel of hard wheat, wt| :h
weighed 71 pounds to the buBhel, aid
was of the Marquis variety.
In the district In which the wterat
was grown that won thlB prize, there
were thousands of acres t>«e year fl at
would have done as well. Mr. Gerlack
Is to be congratulated, as well as 'he
province of Saskatchewan, and west
ern Canada as a whole, for the grsat
success that has been achieved In
both grain and cattle.
Other prizes at the same pi ice
were:
Best peck of barley, Nicholas Vet
jniger, Claresholm, Alberta.
Best peck of oats, E. J. Lanigaw^El
fross, Saskatchewan. VJt
Bes*_, St-ch****** flax.^ John >gl*'W»,
C» .Jwuft, Saskatchewan?'
f Best sheaf of barley, A. H. Cross
f man, Kindersley, Saskatchewan.
Best sheaf of flax, R. C. West, Kin
dersley, Saskatchewan.
Best sheaf of oats, Arthur Perry,
Cardston, Alberta.
In district exhibits, Swift Current,
Saskatchewan, won the board of
Trade Award, with Maple Creek sec
ond.
Other exhibitors and winners were:
Red Fife spring wheat, E. A. Fred
rick. Maple Creek.
Other variety of hard spring wheat,
S. Englehart, Abernethy, Sask.
Rlack oats, Alex Wooley, Horton,
Alta.
Western rye grass, W. S. Creighton,
Stalwart, Sask.
Sheaf of Red Fife wheat, R. H. Car
ter. Fort Qu’Appelle, Sask.
Sheaf of Marquis wheat, C. N. Car
ney, Dvsart, Sask.
Oats, any other variety, Wm. S.
Simpson, Pambrun, Sask.
Two-rowed barley. R. H. Carter,
Fort Qu'Appet'.e, Sask.
Six-rowed barley, R. H. Carter, Fort
Qu’Appelle, Sask.
Western rye grans. Arthur Perry,
Cardston, Alta.
Alsike clover, Seager Wheeler, Ros
thera, Sask.—Advertisement.
Famous Authors Receive.
More than twenty famous authors
held a seceptlon at the Caxton haU,
London, on Tuesday afternoon, Febru
ary 3. They gave ten-minute readings
from their own works and autographed
their books for sale by auction. The
list of celebrities on the platform in
cluded Cicely Hamilton, Beatrice Har
raden, Elizabeth Robins, Mrs. St
Clair Stobart, C. R. Sims and Eden
Phillpotts,
Shepherd girls in Switzerland wear
■ten's clothes.
jf CHAPTER XIV—(Continued).
“Mr. Wiley!” She looked at him.
itv. Wiley sighed. "Get a telegram
m Hen McFetridge yesterday. They
played to S. R. O. at Marshalltown.
Ai d another one from Cedar Rapids
B0 , s: k ‘Biggest house here since ’98.’
jjf-net”*—he looked at h.er with the first
Blrst Of enthusiasm she had seen this
m>rnlng—“Aurelle’s a winner!”
The woman of 30 was looking off to
the hills. "Wiley, I wouldn’t publish
kit the things you do about her In the
N ws. It’s not good taste—all those
p ess notices and things. And It
doesn’t do you any good in your new
— carder.” She had hesitated and looked
full at him. Uncle Michigan had gone
Back to scratching his garden bed.
1‘The town says—” again she paused
jljp; his resentful wonder,
t “The town says what?"
-■ “That you must be rather In love
#.’ith Aurelie.”
■ He was on his feet before her.
‘Janet! They say that?”
“Well, you've run on in such enthus
iasm about her. Of course it's just
Sfour Way.”
‘‘My way? I can’t help what the town
btays. The town made an outcast of
ne much as it did of Aurelie in the
)ld days. But by George, Janet—this!”
“She Is the sort you would love,
Wiley. With all her courage, the
farave fight, as you say she is making
—she is one of the superlatively fem
inine sort—or at least what you men
stupidly imagine is the really feminine.
Appealing to your absurd chivalry, as
you call it; but actually your vanity—
Iclinging to you and so giving you an
enlarged sense of your strength, your
wisdom, your indispensableness to
womunkind! Come now”—she smiled
I good humoredly—"isn’t that the type
of Woman you like best?”
He faced her with a hurt laugh; she
had begun with a touch uf bitterness
which her common sense subdued.
‘‘The parasite? Not the woman who
can help—and who dares demand!
You men are all primitive in your ideas
of women, Wiley.”
“Janet," he answered slowly, “you
don’t understand. A child, misplaced,
hurt, proud, struggling for th.e bit of
good she sees—that Is what I saw in
Aurelie. 1 don’t deny her appeal. I've
felt like taking her in my arms and
saying: ‘Why, your dear kid, you
ought not to be in this business—
knocking about cheap hotels and in
such shows. You ought to have a
home—a shelter—some one—’ ’’
“That Is just It." She smiled imper
sonally, and briefly. “Well, no matter,
Wiley. Only I wondered why the blue
birds were calling to you this morning,
and not congress. It is spring, Wiley.”
But Mr. Curran was put out and
angry. He did not want her to divert
the matter with her serenly measuring
smile. “Janet!" ho cried again. "I
don't love h.er—no. no!"
“No—no! Merely-attracted. As you
are to boolcposter girls and the mag
azine cover girls!" She laughed now.
“Oh, well, the eternal masculine!”
Then sh.e turned to him stubbornly;
“!But you are coming through this
fl£ht—this campaign—this man's work
fur us all.”
IS
to buck Into the work, the worst you
ever saw. Wiley.”
"It's great. So many of our young
men drift west or to the cities. But
you—right here with the home folks."
"Right here." He looked at his
friend with the old affectionate Inti
macy. “I h.ear, Wiley, you’re going to
run for congress.”
"Yes. They got me Into it. We'll
make Hall busy, too.”
Harlan smiled gravely. "Father
wrote me of it."
Wiley glanced up at him. "Your
father isn’t for me, Harlan. And he's_ a
pretty big man. But—eastern. We’re
rattling on pretty strong for ’em out
here. Direct elections for senators, the
initiative, the recall of judges—the con
trol of wealth by the state—the new
democracy, boy. But you know all of It.
The old dreams we used to argue
in the the old News shop. Why we
—the old News and I—we s#rt of raised
you, Harlan. We made you as much
as Harvard!"
Harlan smiled. Wiley's eyes were
shining. They had a great brother love,
a faith, a pride.
“What’s got Into you, Wiley? You’re
changed—you're awakened! Your cam
paign—the big fight ahead? Is that It?
"I shouldn't wonder! Everything
seems changed. Even the old town—
God bless It. it’s como to seem green
and fair and livable! Yes, I awakened,
Harlan. So’s the old town! We’re go
ing to have a new building—the Mc
Fetridge twins are going to remodel the
tin opera house.”
“Yes?”
“And they’ve got a new show out.
And the leading woman Is little Aurelie
Llndstrom!"
His friend’s face had hardened. “Tes”
Harlan muttered.
"You knew?"
"Yes. I read of It—I sort of followed
her—In the reviews." Harlan w’as gath
ering up the lines. "Wiley,—I—wish I
had saved her!"
Wiley's hand closed over Harlan's on
the dashboard. "Boy," he murmured,
"I didn’t mean to bring this old mat
ter up." Then his face lit with a sud
den exaltation as If he had put a great
hope to the test. “Tell me—you do
love that girl, Harlan!”
"I did love her once.” retorted Har
lan suuarely. "You might have guessed
why I wanted her out of this. And you
got her Into It!”
“And now?" Wiley muttered. But
Harlan drove on suddenly and without
looking back. The older man watched
him with a feeling that the fine zest
of spring had dulled In him. He seemed
trampling on some rugged loyalty to
the best thing in life—the faith of
friends. He sighed as he went back to
his shop. “Got her into It? Bless her,
I did! But I couldn’t explain to any
one what it’s meant to me!”
But the bluebirds in the maples did
not call so jubilantly as they had the
summer long.
CHAPTER XV
FIGHTING BLOOD.
The. last week of June Mr. Curran
received this telegram:
“Busted at Broken Bow.—Hen."
He showed It to Aunt Abby. and Un
cle Mich, who came around every week
with a letter from Aurelie for Mr. Cur
ran to read.
Mr. Curran sighed. "Broken Bow Is
a jerkwater station out In the short
grass country. Western Nebraska.
Pretty tough. I’ve been there—I was
busted, also."
"I hope," said Aunt Abby, "that the
child hasn't been compelled to have
anything else cut out, even if It is
busted."
Mr. Curran explained that this was
merely the theatrical company. Then
they put the telegram away behind the
clock where all of Aurelie's letters and
press notices were kept. The next
week came Aurelie’s explanation. The
Beauty Winner company was stranded.
All that expensive scenery and the re
organized troupe had gone for nothing.
Business was very poor. Hen McFet
ridge explained, and the actors were
clamoring for their salaries. All except
Aurelie who received hers every week
and sent most of it home. Aurelie in
timated that the twins were getting
hard up. She heard frequent discus
sions of oil and Verde copper stock and
other matters extraneous to art. And
the following week Mr. Curran. In Earl
vilie to see some of his political con
freres. was surprised to see Morris
Feldman in front of his 10 and 20-cent
Main street vaudeville and moving pic
ture house.
Morris rolled his calf eyes com
placently. "Those two big blobs from
Tulare, Call., Mr. Curran, what they
don't know about the show business is
much, believe me. They done some
fierce things. Why, up in Bozeman,
Mont., Mr. Curran, those two big
ginks from Tulare. Cali., they leased
the hotel and turned everybody out just
because Miss Llndstrom didn’t like the
room she had! Can you beat It? No
body in that hotel except our bunch of
old hams. Say, and Hen and Ben hired
a chef in Denver what stuck ’em for
$300 a month to go along and cook for
the troupe because Miss Llndstrom
didn’t like a breakfast she got one
morning. And that old bunch of hams
we had playin’—some of them troupers
hadn't had a square meal since ’81.
Why. Hen and Ben blew in more mon
ey on cabs some days than wo could
play to in a week. And they plunged
on oil nnd played poker, and nobody
got any salaries; and then they let me
out. They let Hanbury manage the
back of the house after that; awd be
lieve me, anything Hanbury manages
is frazzled before it starts.”
"Well, what'll the company do now?"
asked Mr. Curran.
"Walk." commented Mr. Feldman.
“And the twins?”
"Back to Tulare. Oil.”
"And Miss Llndstrom?”
Mr. Feldman turned a limpid eye on
Mr. Curran. "Miss Llndstrom, she'll
make good if she ever shakes that crazy
bunch. I said: ’Little girl, you get the
clothes and go to New York. You got
the stuff In you and you look the
part.’ ”
"Actually?” Mr. Curran stared.
"Believe me. What broke up the
show was the twins got stuck on her."
"What?”
"Dippy. Hen and Ben laid awake
nights thinking how to put it over each
other. Flowers, cabs, candies—every
girl in the bunch was in on it, too.
Aurelie Llndstrom ran that whole show
and the twins paid the bills. Then we
blew up out in Nebraska. When I left,
them ham actors was trying to walk
out of the hotel wearing two suits of
clothes apiece and leaving their trunks
behind; and Hen and Ben were buying
Yes, he answered quietly. I will.
Jtid you’ve hurt me, Janet. But per
il kps you were intending to.”
She left him with another banter. He
had a feeling that she was guessing
shrewdly at the struggle dimly grow
ing in his mind; he was trying to
grasp her larger standards, her victor
ious self as a woman of the time, and
his yielding to the common thrall of
men in this chit of a girl. And he
gave it up as a bad job. and turned to
his work. But he observed that he did
Work the rest of the day, savagely and
With effect. He would not listen to the
bluebirds.
Bluebirds and spring ushered In full
June. With his shop and his outer ac
tivities he was busied, but not too
busy to read the scrawly letters from
Aureli.e which Uncle Mich brought.
Things had happened. The McFetridge
combination had barnstormed the
northwest and then booked into a Chi
cago stock house. Then it lost the
money garnered on one-night stands.
The city did not seem to recognize last
year’s winner of the beauty contest
The Chronicle, having worked its sub
scription lists as far as might be on
the. exploitation, was rather indifferent
to Miss Idndstrom. Other reviews were
perfunctory. Morris Feldman said It
was Mr. Hanbury’s “rotten” play. But
every ono cheerfully admitted that,
even young Mr. Hanbury, of the Du
buque Register.
All this between lines of Aurelie’s
exuberant letters. She was undaunt
ed. She was expanding vivaciously,
throwing herself into work, living ev.ery
minute. Her first glimpse of a city
fascinated her. She bewildered Uncle
Michigan with her adventures.
“That limb of a girl,” commented
Aunt Abby, "she ought to be home. It
isn't doing her a mite of good, Wiley.”
“Home?" murmured Mr. Curran.
“Where is Aurelie’s home?"
"She ought to be gathered up and
taken care of!”
"Yes.” Mr. Curran sighed. “I think
so too, now.”
The next they heard was of a
wrangle between the McFetridges and
Morris Feldman. Then Mr. Feldman
was "out,” and the "house was dark”
and she was boarding with Miss Nor
man who was a "perfect dear.” Then
the company reorganized with a lot of
expensive scqnery and a new play
which the “angels” had procured. Then
they had a summer booking and Au
relie was to be "leading lady!” Out
in the west again somewhere! So Au
relle put it.
Mr. Curran was struck dumb. Au
relie a "leading lady!” He could not
kick his job press that day. "That
girl,” he mused, “must Just be running
that show and the twins and every
thing!”
“Done goln’ to occupy the land!”
chuckled Uncle Michigan.
One afternoon when the sugar trees
over the town were summer-heavy, and
from the uplands came the faint click
dick of the first mowers, and the
young corn was high across the black
bottoms, Mr. Curran, looking up from
his press, saw the Van Hart surrey at
his door. It held two suit cas.es and a
bclldog the like of which in jowl and
legs Rome, la., had never before seen.
And a broad-shouldered young man
was < es' ondlng. Mr. Curran threw
proow to the wind and seized his
hands.
"Harlan! Back to the old town!”
"Fine! Going to stay. Wiley. Not
exactly at the head of my class, but I
got through comfortably." Harlan
drew himself up and looked across at
the dingy windows of his father’s old
■*W offices above the bank. "I'm going
drtirtts fbr some rube and trying to sell
him oil stock."
Mr. Curran was worried. He asked
Aunt Abby if he should not send Au
rflie some money to come home on.
But he didn't have any. Then another
letter came. Aurelie was playing
"summer stock" in De-nver. "Miss Nor
man and me, but I’m not leading lady
any mere. I'm going ingenue bits.'
Leading lady with Hen and Ben around
was pretty bad. They were so foolish!
And it was Buoh a noisy play, for the
farther west we got, the more shooting
Mr. Hanbury insisted on putting in.
The big situation always gave me a
headache.”
“Land!” murmured Aunt Abby, "I
thought she had that cut out?”
“But, Mr. Curran,” ran on Aurelle’s
letter, "den’t yeu and Uncle Mich worry
abeut me. I’m werklng hard and every
body seems to like me. The Juvenile
I play against is good-looking—quite
distinguished. But everybody borrows
my meney. Tm awful sorry for Hen
and Ben—they wero broke completely.
Hen came to mo and Bald: ’Little girl,
we aren’t sorry for a cent we ever blew
In on yeu. If yeu don’t want to marry
us, you den’t have to.’ So they went
back to Tulare to hunt more cow
tracks, and If they find oil again they’re
going to moke me a bigger actress than
Mrs. Fiske. Yes, sir—you see! Why, I
Just cried when the twins went west—
busted. They were grand good fellows
after all!
"P. S. I'm going to send Uncle Mich
some mors money next pay day to pay
on the cork leg. And, Uncle Mich, I
saw a mountain. Just like you said
when we came up river to occupy the
land. Only such a teeny mountain way
off—like a baby’s toe sticking out of a
blue coverlet! Lots of love.
"Aurelie."
"Done never forget Uncle Mich!”
cried that old rebel thumping his peg
leg Joyously on the wood box. "And
I done promised I’d never peddle a pint
o’ whisky long as she sends me money!”
"Mich, I understand John won’t let
the family have a cent of Aurelle’s
money.”
Uncls Mich winked wisely. "Knute
and I sneak ’em in—underclothes for the
baby and socks and truck. John's too
busy with his soul and plannin’ to
drive Tanner’s men off the creek sur
vey ts think about Aurelle'a show
money now. Devil’s money, John says.
But it buys things for the baby, Mr.
Curran. Just like my old bootleg
meney, somehow. But these here Holi
ness people that got hold of John, they
don’t think o’ that .”
"John'e a feel, Uncle Mich. If the
county decides to divert the creek down
the Pocket all you squatters will have
to get out or be flooded."
“Net John. He says the God o’
Battles done told him to fight. Mr.
Curran, there'll done be trouble some
time over that."
'Tm afraid so,” Wiley sighed. The
deal for the turning of Slnslnawa creek
back from the uplands above the town
to Its ancient channel which led to the
bottoms above Tanner’s quarry, had
gone quietly through. Everybody fa
vored it, except the outlying farmers
who grumbled that It was another piece
of favoritism, or maybe Worse. “Tan
ner’s boards,” however, were an always
present grievance. The only Item of
Interest the News found In the pro
ceedings was that Harlan Van Hart,
Esq., son of Judge Van Hart, the latest
addition to the Wlnnetka county bar,
made his first public appearance as an
attorney for the Tanner company to
argue for the ordinance. Wiley "spread”
himself In the most approved rural
Journalistic fashion on Harlan’s effort,
but he sighed—and sent the clipping to
Arnft Vance.
And not even young attorney Van
Hart, toiling away that summer in the
little side room of the firm of Donley &
Van Hart—names reversed, you notice
—getting up his briefs and citations,
knew that in his little side room In the
bank Old Thad Tanner chuckled and
roared. The News actually commend
ing something that he had done! But
that fool editor didn't really think Van
Hart’s boy had anything to do with It?
He took the paper to his soninlaw, Cal
Bice, the pallid cashier. “We gotta
get this boy, Cal. We gotta get him on
the ticket next fall, If he can hold the
News and these Borehead cusses who’ve
started that progressive league over In
Earlville. Yes, sir, Cal—a mighty
Ldever boy, and a good boy—like his
father—steady and safe. The party
needs more young men like that—and
maybe It would be Just as well to put
old Jelly-belly Jewett off the ticket this
year and run Harlan for district attor
ney,"
Old Thad Joked about this to Judge
Van Hart the next day; and the Judge
frowned. He deprecated politics. But
when he went In the bank Cal Rice said
something about it. Then the judge
mildly and worriedly told his wife. Her
eye brightened. Harlan should have a
career in the state—certainly. But It
was absurd to talk of It his first year
out of school. But the next day Old
Thud stopped her surrey to speak of
It when she was shopping about the
square. He had a Joking and yet defer
ential patronizing for the Van Harts
that always made the good lady detest
him—as much as one may the richest
man In the county—and the most ln
fluentlal.
(Continued next week.)
The Sleep of Presidents.
From the Pathfinder.
President Wilson said when he first
came to Washington that he proposed
to get nine hours sleep every night or
know the reason why. He has suc
ceeded pretty well In doing this; some
times he sleeps as long as 10 hours,
and while he was laid up with a cold
recently he took 11 or 12.
The president Is one of those men
who can throw oft fatigue or slight
ailments by sleep, a faculty that has
saved many a hard worked public man
from breakdown. Judging by what is
said by those surrounding him at the
White House, he Is undoubtedly the
hardest and best sleeper who ever slept
in the bed of the chief executive.
Neither of his Immediate predecessors,
Taft or Roosevelt, was a long sleeper.
They both were in the habit of going
to bed late at night, or rather early
in the morning, and of getting up not
later than 7:30 or 8 o'clock. They were
both very sound sleepers also, neither
requiring more than seven or eight
hours a night to keep him In good
trim.
Mr. Taft, however, had a habit not
characteristic of Colonel Roosevelt, of
taking a cat-nap at any hour of the
day that he felt like it, no matter
what his surroundings. Often he would
go to sleep In his office chair after the
day’s work was done, and those who
traveled with him on the long trips he
used to take, say that It was a mat
ter of almost dally occurrence for him
to go to sleep while sitting bolt up
right in a chair in his private car.
The Beet P un and the Worst.
From the Boston Transcript.
It is conceded In Washington that
Dr. Frank W. Clark Is the most
atrocious punster In America. The
other night at the club a company was
talking about puns. Somebody asked
H. what was the best pun he had ever
heard. H. replied: “That one about
the duck—goes Into the water, you re
member, for divers reasons, and comes
out from sundry motives.”
"And what do you think absolutely
the worst?"
“The next one that Clarke Is going
to make."
JUDGE GOT THE INFORMATION
Remark of Prisoner Not Especially
Complimentary, and There Ware
No Further Questions.
Mr. Justice Hawkins, whose name Is
sot yet forgotten in Yorkshire, is the
central figure tn the following Inci
dent:
In a murder case, counsel far the
prosecution discerned the prisoner
say something earnestly to the po
llcoman in the deck. He demanded to
know what the prisoner had said. The
policeman said he would prefer net to
repeat it. Bnt counsel was obdrute,
and the judge supported his demand.
"I would rather not, your lordship.
It was—’’ stuttered the officer, getting
red.
"NeTer mind what you would rather
not do. Inform the court what the
prisoner said.”
“He asked me. your lordship, who
that hoary heathen with the sheepskin
was, as he had often seen him at the
race course.”
"That will do,” said his lordship.
"Proceed with the case.”—London Tid
Blta.
ECZEMA SPREAD OVER BODY
Roxbury, Ohio.—“When my little boy
was two weeks old he began breaking
out on hlB checks. The eczema began
just with pimples and they seemed to
Itch so badly he would scratch his
face an’d cause a matter to run.
Wherever that matter would touch It
would cause another pimplo until It
spread all over his body. It caused
disfigurement while it lasted. He had
fifteen places on one arm and his
head had several. The deepest places
on his cheeks were ns large os a sil
ver dollar on each side. He was so
restless at night we had to put mit
tens on him to keep him from scratch
ing them with his finger nails. If he
got a little too warm at night It
seemed to hurt badly.
“We tried a treatment and he didn't
get any better. He had the eczema
about three weeks when we began
using Cutlcura Soap and Ointment. I
bathed him at night with the Cutlcura
6oap and spread the Cutlcura Oint
ment on and the eczema left."
(Signed) Mrs. John White, Mar. 19,
1913.
Cutlcura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post
card "Cutlcura. Dept. L, Boston."—Adv.
Some of ub don't really forget our
promises. We just brush them up and
use them over again.
Dean’s Mentholated Cough Drops work
wonders in overcoming serious coughs
and throat irritations—5c at Druggists.
The fellow who has a free foot has
no business to be kicker.
Putnam Fadeless Dyes color more
goods than others. Adv.
Over 800,000 women voted In Aus
tralia in 1913.
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WESTERN CANADA NO'
The opportunity of securing free^Bj
homesteads of 160 acres each, andlB
the low priced lands of Manitoba. '3t
Saskatchewan and Alberta, will B
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Canada offers a hearty welcome m
to the Settler, to the man with a ■
family looking for a home; to the ■
farmer’s son, to the renter, to all who fl
wish to live under better conditions. fl
Canada's grain yield in 1913 is V
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Grasses give cheap fodder for large I
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The sum realized for Beef, Butter, B
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ulars as to reduced railway JSggH
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Canada, or to f/WftCA I
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