! | i 1 i i No Time to Lose. Timotliy approached h!s lady love timidly, hearing a big fish, which an nounced its presence subtly, but unmis takably. “Oh, what a fine cod!” exclaimed Maria. “Wherever did you get it?" “A man at the market gave it to me last week for helping him,” replied Tim. "I’ve been keepiu’ it for your birthday.” “But my birthday ain’t till tomor row,” the girl told him coyly. “—I know, Maria, but I sort o’ won dered if you'd mind keepin’ it to •dav, as—well, me and—and the fish Is gettin’ kind of impatient.” “CALIFORNIA FIG SYRUP” IS CHILD’S LAXATIVE