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CANADA WINS AGAIN This Time at the International Soil Products in Oklahoma. Last year and the year before, and the year before that, the farm prod ucts of Western Canada carried off first premiums, championships and honours, together with medals and di plomas, feats that were likely to give a swelled head to any other people than those who had so much more be hind. At Columbus. Ohio, and then | again at Columbia, North Carolina, a farmer of Saskatchewan carried off the highest prize for oats, and in an other year, will become the possessor of the $1,500 Colorado Trophy; anoth er farmer made two successful ex hibits of wheat at the biggest shows i ■ In the I'nited States; another farmer : of Manitoba won championships and sweepstake at the live stock show la Chicago, and this year expects to du plicate his successes of last year. These winnings are the more credita ble as none of the cattle were ever fed any com, but raised and fattened on nature grasses and small grains. At the Dry Farming Congress held at Lethbridge in 1912, Alberta and Saskatchewan, farmers carried off the principal prizes competing with the world. The most recent winnings of Canada have been made at Tulsa, Oklahoma, where seven of the eigh teen sweepstakes rewards at the In ternational Soil Products Exposition were taken by Canada in competition with eleven states. The chief prize, a thrashing ma chine, valued at $1,200 for the best bushel of hard wheat, went to Peter Gerlack of Allan. Saskatchewan. Mon tana took four of the sweepstakes, Oklahoma four, and Nebraska two. Russia sent one delegate, Spain had two. Belgium three, China four, Canada fifty, Mexico five, Norway one, Brazil three. In the district in which the wheat was grown that won this prize, there were thousands of acres this year that would have done as well. Mr. Gerlack Is to be congratulated as well as the Province of Saskatchewan, and West ern Canada as a whole, for the great success that has been achieved in both grain and cattle.—Advertisement Those Sweeping Gestures. “Campaigning is hard on a man’s vocal chords.” “Yes, but it’s fine exercise for his arms.” DIZZY, HEADACHY, Gently cleanse your liver and sluggish bowels while you sleep. Get a 10-cent box. Sick headache, biliousness, dizzi ness, coated tongue, foul taste and foul breath—always trace them to torpid liver; delayed, fermenting food in the bowels or eour. gassy stomach. Poisonous matter clogged in the in testines, instead of being cast out of the system is re-absorbed into the blood. When this poison reaches the delicate brain tissue it causes con gestion and that dull, throbbing, sick ening headache. Cascarets immediately cleanse the stomach, remove the sour, undigested food and foul gases, take the excess bile from the liver and carry out all the constipated waste matter and poisons in the bowels. A Cascaret to-night will surely straighten you out by morning. They work while you 6ieep—a 10-cent box from your druggist means your head clear, stomach sweet and your liver and bowels regular for months. Adv. A Good Place. “Here's a story of sailors raising chickens on shipboard.’’ ' Why not? There's the hatchway." FALLING HAIR MEANS DANDRUFFJS ACTIVE Save Your Hair! Get a 25 Cent Bottla of Danderine Right Now—Ai*c Stops Itching Scalp. Thin, brittle, colorless and scraggy hair is mute evidence of a neglected scalp; of dandruff—that awful scurf. There is nothing so destructive to the hair as dandruff. It robs the hair of its luster, Us strength and its very life; eventually producing a feverish ness and itching of the scalp, which if not remedied causes the hair roots to shrink, loosen and die—then the hair falls out fast. A little Danderine tonight—now—any time—will surely save your hair. Get a 25 cent bottle of Knowlton's Danderine from any store, and after {he first application your hair will La.Ee on that life, luster and luxuriance which is so beautiful. It will become wavy and fluffy and have the appear ance of abundance; an Incomparable gloss and softness, but what will please you most will be after just a few weeks’ uBe, when you will actual ly see a lot of fine, downy hair—new hair—growing all over the scalp. Adv. A woman loves secrets because of the fun she has in letting them es cape. 8 HAKE INTO YOUR SHOES Allan's Fool- Ease. the Antiseptic powder for Tired. Tender, swollen, nerrons leet. Sires rest and comfort. Makes walking a delight. Sold everywhere, Be. Don’t accept any rjiatUute. For FEES sam ple, address Allen A Olmsted, he Bor, N. T. Adv. Of course right thinking people are those who think as you do. Red Cross Ball Brae will wash double as many clothes as any other blue. Don't put your money into any other. Adv. It Is better to have loved and lost than to pay alimony. * SYNOPSIS. The etorv opens with Jesse Smith re lating the story of his birth, early life in Labrador and of the death of his father. Jesse becomes a Bailor. His mother mar nes tlie master of the ship and both are lost In the wreck of the vessel. Jesse j becomes a cowboy In Texas. He marries j Polly, a singer of questionable morals. I who later is reported to have committed suicide Jesse becomes a rancher and moves to British Columbia. Kate Trevor takes up the narrative. Unhappily mar ried she contemplates mti-’lde. but changes her mind after meeting Jesse. CHAPTER II.—Continued. To judge by the hind shoes, Mrs. Trevor's mean colt had gone down toward the river not more’n ten min utes ago, on the dead run, then back | up the road at a racking out-of-breath trot. Something must have gone ! wrong, and sure enough as I neared j a point of rocks which hid the trail ! ahead, Jones suddenly shied hard in ! the midst of a hiccup. There was the i Widow Bear’s track right across the road, and Mick had to yell blue blazes to get the other ponies past the 6mell. Ahead of me the tracks of the Trevor colt were dancing the width of the road, bucking good and hajd' at the stink of bear. Then I rounded the point of rocks. There lay Mrs. Trevor in a heap Since Jones would have shied over the tree-tops at a corpse or a whifT of blood, I knew she’d only fainted, but felt at her breast to make sure. 1 tell you it felt like an outrage to lay my paw on a sleeping lady, and still worse I’d only my dirty old hat to carry, water from a seepage in the cliff. My heart thumped when 1 knelt to sprinkle the water, and when that blamed humming-bird came whirring past my ear, I jumped as though the devil had got me. splashing the hatful over Mrs. Trevor. At that her eyes opened, staring straight at my face, but she made out a sort of smile when she saw it was only me. ■Jesse!” “Yes, ma'am.'' “Seen my husband?” “No, ma'am.” “I don't know what’s come over him.” she moaned, clenching her teeth; "he fired at me.” "That gun I traded him?" "Four shots.” "You was running away when your colt shied at the bear?” "My ankle! Jesse, it hurts so dread fully. Yes. the left.” Mv knife ripped^ her riding-boot clear. The old red bandana from my neck made her a wet bandage, and the boot top served for a splint. There was no call to tell her the foot was broken, and the fainting fits eased my job. Between whiles she would tell me to hurry, knowing that the re turn of that damned colt would show Trevor which way she'd run. I had There Lay Mrs. Trevor All in a Heap no weapon, so if Trevor happened along with the .45 revolver it wouldn't be healthy. I couldn’t leave the loads of ore on my ponies, and if I got Mrs. Trevor mounted with her foot hanging down, she’d lose time swooning. So I un loaded all the poniefc except Jones and Swift, who has a big heart for travel. Next 1 filled one of the rawhide pan niers with brush, and lashed it across Jones' neck for a back rest. A wad of pine brfish made a seat between Jones’ panniers where I mostly carry my grub. Hoisting Mrs. Trevor on to the mare s back was a pretty mean job. but worst of all I had to lash her down. For chafing gear to keep the ropes from scorching. I had to use my coat, shirt, and undershirt, so that when I mounted Swift to lead off, I’d only boots and overalls, and Mrs. Tre vor could see I was blushing down to my belt. Shocked? Nothing! Great ladies doesn't shock like common people. No, in Epite of the pain-rack ing and the fear-haunting, she laughed, and it done me good. She said I looked like Mr. Polio Belvi deary, a dago she'd met up with in Italy. Dagos are .swine, but the way she spoke made me proud. Washing day after supper. We weren’t more than half-way down to the river when' we beard Tre vor surging and yelling astern, some wheres up on the bench. At that 1 broke to a trot, telling the lady to let out a howl the moment it hurt beyond bearing. I wonder what amount of pain is beyond the bearing of real thoroughbreds? That lady would burn before she’d even whimper. Nearing the ferry my innard^ went sick, for the punt was on the far bank, the man was out of sight, and even Jones wouldn’t propose to swim a river with a cargo of mineral and a deck load. As we got to- the door of Brown's cabin. Trevor hove in sight. I lep' to the ground, giving Jones a hearty slap on the off quarter, which would steer her behind Brown's cab in: then with one jump I grabbed ol man Brown's Winchester rifle from its slings above the hearth, shoved home two cartridges from the mantel, rammed the muzzle through the win dow-pane, which commands a view up the trail, and proceeded to take stock of Mr. Trevor. The man's eyes being stark staring mad, it was a sure fact he'd never listen to argument. I waited, follow ing with the rifle until the horse's shoulder widened out, giving me a clear aim at the heart. The horse finished his stride, but while I was running to the door he crumpled and went down dead, the carcass sliding three yards before it stopped. As to the man, he shot a long curve down on his back in a splash of dust, which looked like a brown explosion. His revolver went further on whirling, until. a stump touched off the trigger, and its bullet whined over my head. Next thing I heard was the rapids, like a church,organ finishing a hymn, and Mrs. Trevor's call. 'You've killed him?" “No. ma'am, but he’s had an acci dent. I’ll take him to the cabin for first aid.” Trevor was sitting up by the time I reached him. He looked sort of sick. "Get up." said I, remembering to be polite in the presence'of a lady. "Get up, you cherub." Instead of rising, he reached out a flask from his pocket, and uncorked to take a little nourishment. I flicked the bottle into the river, and assisted him to rise with my foot. “My poor erring brother," said I, "please step this way, or I'll kick your tail through your hat.” He said he wasn’t feeling very well, so when I got him into the cabin, 1 let him lie on Brown's bed, lashing him down good and hard. I gave him a stick to bite instead of my fingers, which is private. “Now.” said I, "your name is Polecat. You're due to rest right there. Mr. Polecat, until I get the provincial constable." I gathered from his expression that he'd sort of taken a dislike to me. Swift and the mare were grazing on pine chips beside the. cabin, and Mrs. Trevor looked wonderfully peaceful “Your husband.” said I, "is resting.” She gave me a wry laugh, and see ing she was in pain. I poured water over her foot. "That’s better.” said she. "how good you are to me!” Old man Brown was coming across with a punt, mighty peevish because I’d dropped a horse carcass to rot at his cabin door, and still worse when he seen I had a lunatic roped in his bunk. I gave him his Winchester, which he set down by his door, also a dollar bill, but he was still crowded full of peevishness, wasting a lady's time. At last I hustled the ponies aboard the punt, and set the guide lines so that we started out along the cable, leaving the old man to come or stay as he pleased. He came. Fact is. I remembered that while I took Mrs. Trevor to my home. I'd need a messenger to ride for doctor, nurse, groceries, and constable. I’m afraid old man Brown was torn some, catching on a nail while I lifted him into the punt. His language was plen tiful. Now I thought I'd arranged 'Mrs. Trevor and Mr. Trevor and Mr. Brown, and added up the sum so that old Geometry himself couldn't have figured it better. Whereas I’d left out the fact that Brown's bunk was nailed careless to the wall of his cabin, as Trevor struggled, the pegs came adrift, the bed capsized, the rope slacked, and the polecat, breaking loose, found Brown's rifle. I’d led the ponies out of the punt, and was instructing Brown, when the polecat let drive at me from across the river. With all his faults he could shoot good, for his Qrst grazed my scalp, half blinding me. At that the lady attracted attention by screaming,-' so the third shot stampeded poor Jones. I ain't religious, being only thirty, and not due to reform this side of [ rheumatism, but all the sins I've en joyed was punished sudden and com plete in that one minute. Blind with blood, half stunned, and reeling sick, I heard the mare as she plunged along the bank dispensing boulders. No top-heavy cargo was going to -stand that strain without coming over, so the woman I loved—yes, 1 knew- that now for a fact—was going to be | dragged until her brains were kicked • ' _ _ Galloped Mr. Swift on Rolling Boul-1 ders Steep as a Roof. out by the mare. It seemed to me ages before I could rouse my senses, wipe my eyes, and mount the gelding. When sight and sense came back, I was riding as I had never dared to ride in all my life, galloped Mr. Swift on rolling boulders steep as a roof and all a-slither. I got Swift sidewise up the bank, to grass, raced past the mare, then threw Swift in front of Jones. Down went the mare just as her load capsized, so that she and the lady, Swift and I, were all mixed up in a heap. My little dog Mick was lipking my I scalp when I woke, and it seemed fo ' me at first that something must have i gone wrong. My head was between I two boulders, with the mare’s shoul | der pressing my nose, my legs were I under water, and somewhere close j around were roaring rapids. Swift i was scrambling for a foothold, and I Mrs. Trevor shouting for all she was worth. I waited till Swift cleared out, and the lady quit for breath. “Yes, ma'am," says I. “Oh, say you’re not dead, Jesse!” “Only in parts,” said I. "and how I are you?” “I’m cutting the ropes, but oh. this | knife's so blunt!” “Don’t spoil your knife. Will you ! do what I say?” “Of course I will.” j “Reach out then-on the off side of | the load. The end of that lashing s fast to the after-basket line.” When I'd explained that two or three times, “1 have it,” she answered. “Loose!” “Pull on the fore line of the dia mond.” "Right. Oh. Jesse, I’m free!" ’’Kneel on the mare's head, reach under the pannier, find the latego, and cast off.” She fumbled awhile, and then re ported all clear. “Get off the mare.” In another moment Jones was standing up to shake herself, knee deep in the river, and with a slap I' sent her off to join Swift at the top of the bank. Mrs. Trevor was sitting on a boulder, staring out over the rapids, her eyes set on something coming down mid-stream. Her face was all gra|, and she clutched my hand, holding like grim death. As for me, I’d never reckoned that even a madman would try to swim the Fraser in clothes and boots. LESSEN PAIN OF POISON IVY Some Remedies Those Liable to In fection Will Do Well to Keep in the Memory. Pusey says: “Poison ivy is a trail ing green vine with handsome, bright green foliage, which turns a brilliant yellow to red in early autumn (and is very tempting, by the way. to col lectors of autumn leaves). It is very' easly distinguished from other simi lar looking vines by the fact that its leaves occur in groups of three on a stem, and not five. “It and other poisonous plants are most irritating when moist, and should especially be avoided in the early morning, when wet with dew. “After exposure to poison ivy the 111 effects can be warded oS by prompt removal of the irritating substance This can be done by vigorously wash ing with soap and water, preferably using a hand brush, and, after that, with alcohol. If these measures are carried out before the effects on the skin become manifest, the usual re action the skin can, as a rule, be entirely, or in great part, prevented. And even after dermatitis has begun it can often be reduced to slight in tensity and cut short by the same measures. “Of course after irritation nas be come intense vigorous, washing o£ th£ surface cannot be done, and sponging with alcohol is painful^ To relieve the itching, sponging wiyifcool water, or. distilled extract of hammers (witch hazen) followed by an applica tion of dusting powder, Is comforting Salves, as a rule, are not Well borndi Consider the Dew. The question is often asked: Does the dew rise or fall? Dewfall is as admissible an expression as sunrise or sunset, says Harper’s Weekly. In both cases the expression is at vari ance with scientific fact. Meterologi-’ cally, the formation of dew is not ac companied by motion in the vertical plane, hence there can be no question of rise or fall, trader certain condlt tions of wind, cloud and temperature ; variants, dew is produced. Warm a-' charged with moisture comes in « | tact with a cooler surface. When. this contact, the heat is subtracted from the air and the saturation point for that temperature is reached, thai moisture which is in the air has ex isted as water - vapor, is condensed upon the cooler surface at the point of contact. The dewdrop, also good;Eng lish, although false physics, has no ex istence in the air, but comes Into be ing upon the surface bedewed. It does not fall, nor does it drop. Smoked and Wrote In Comfort. \ Inveterate smokers do funny things, says the. Family Doctor. Carlyle smoked np the chimney with a de gree of thoughtfulness for the feelings of others not universal in his conduct. The famous Bishop Burnet, who. like many another author, found composi tion facilitated by puffings of the se ductive weed, disliked the interruption of removing his pipe constantly while he was writing. In order-to combine the two operations with due comfort to himself he bored a hole through the broad brim of his hat, and putting his long pipe through it, polled and wrote and puffed ' with the most philosophi cal calm. * _2_ " '1 can’t hear ft!” she cried, turning her lace away. “Tell me—” “I guess,” said I, feeling mighty grave, “you’re due to become a widow.” The rapids got Trevor, and I watched. “You are a widow,” says I, at last. She fainted. There, I’m dead sick of writing this letter, and my wrist is all toothache. JESSE. CHAPTER III. Love. Kate's Xarrative. I married Lionel Trevor in the days when he looked like a god as Parsifal, sang like an angel, had Europe at his feet. V. “Something wrong with Eu rope," is Jesse’s comment. “West of the Rockies we don’t use such, except to sell their skins.” When Lionel lost his voice—more to him than are horse and gun to Jesse—he would not ask me to follow him into the wilderness but tried to persuade me to stay on in London. 1 was singing “Eurydice" in “Orfeo," 1 my feet, thanks tp Lionel, were at last on the great ladder, and if I was am bitious, who shall blame me? Yet for better, for worse, we were mar ried, and here among the pines, in this celestial air, a year or two' at ! the most would give him back his voice. My place was at his side, for better or worse, and when he drank, when day by day I watched the light | of reason give place in his eyes to j bestial vice, until at last I found my self chained to a maniac—till death do us part—it was then 1 first, saw Jesse, the one man whose eyes showed un derstanding. • I can’t write about that day when Lionel, a thing possessed of devils, j hunted me through the woods like a bear. I'doubt if I remember all that happened. I must have been crazed with pain and fear until suddenly 1 woke up on a boulder by that awful river, and saw him drift past me, caught in the rapids, drowning. I would have shouted I was so glad, until he saw me, and dying as he was, looked at me with Lionel’s clear sane eyes. I fainted, and when I awoke again in the dusk. Jesse bent over me. That night and for three weeks aft erward. I lay delirious. At the ferry man's cabin he made me a bed of pine boughs, until my household stuff and the Chinese servant could be brought down from the ranch. He sent Surly Brown to bring Doctor Mc Gee. and the Widow O’Flvnn as my nurse, while her son Billy was hired to do his pack-train work. FYom that time onward the pack outfit carried cargoes of ore from the mine, and loads from Hundred Mile House of every comfort and luxury which money could buy for me. When I got well. 1 found that Jesse had spent the savings of years, and had not a dol lar left. When at last I crept out of doors to bask in the autumn sunlight, the cottonwoods and aspens were changed to lemon, the sumac to crimson, the fallen needles of the pines clothed the slopes with orange, and a mist of milky blue lay In the canon. Jesse had arranged with lawyers for the probate of Lionel’s will, and set tlement of hi6 debts, which would leave me nothing. As far as Jesse knew, I was penniless, and to this day I have never dared acknowledge that, secured from the extravagance of my late husband. I have capital bringing in some seven thousand five hundred dollars a year. Jesse sup posed me to be destitute, and when 1 spoke of returning to my work in Europe, offered to raise the money for my passage. - Knowing :his ranch to be mortgaged already to its-full value. I wondered what limit there was to this poor man's valor. Yes, I would accept, assuring him of svrift "repay ment. yet dared not •• tell him ..the wages offered me at^Covent yGffden. It seemed indecent .that a womiafs voice should be valued at more-'^r week than his heroic earnings for a year. I sang to him. simple emotianal mu sic: Grfeo's lament, the finale of "II Trovatore," the angel song from Cho pin's "Marche FMnebre.” a' -» I wonder why women make It so important that a man should propose? It needed no telling that Jesse and I were in love. It seemed only natural that we should marry, and any pre tense of mourning for the late Mr. Trevor would have been distasteful. Although born in the Labrador, Jesse hadv been a cow-boy in Texas for half his working life. As a stock man, he was to wed a rancher's widow. Was he ashamed of his busi ness? Xo, proud as Lucifer! Was he ashamed of the dress of his trade? Xot by a damned sight! Soldiers and sailors are proud to wear the dress of their trade when they marry. "So are cow punchers.” said he. with his head in the air. “S’pose we ride to Cariboo City, and get married in that little old log church.” He managed to persuade me: and I consented also to a hunting trip, in stead of the usual honeymoon. Wh/n I was well enough for the journey. I rode my colt, and Jesse his demon mare—Jones—my sole ri val, I think except that dreadful bear, in his affections. Two pack ponies carried our camp and baggage, and each night«• he would set up a little tent for me, bedding himself down beside the fire. At the end of five days' journey, we rode at dusk into Cariboo. - . - Captain Taylor, of Hundred Mile House, and Pete Mathson. the carga dor of the Star Pack-train, two old stanch friends of Jesse, witnessed our marriage in the quaint log building which served as church and school house. Captain Taylor is a retired naval officer, a pioneer of the gold mines, a magistrate, a man to trust, and when he gave me his heartfelt ion gratulations. It was not without knowledge of Jesse’s character. He and Pete, the cargador, rode with us to the camp of his Star Pack-train, and it was there in the forest that we ate our wedding-breakfast. We drank the healths in champagne from tin cups, and then, saddling up. Jesse and I rode away alone into the soli tudes.’ CHAPTER IV. The Landlord. Kate's Narratire. Of his life before he reached this province Jesse will so far tell me nothing, yet his speech betrays him. for under the vivid dialect of the stock range, there is a streak of sail or, and beneath that I detect traces of brogue which may be native per haps to Labrador. Out of a chaos of books he has pecked words which pleased him. pronounced, of course, to suit himself, and used in some sense which would shock any dic tionary. His manners and customs, too, are a field for research. Of course one expects him to be professional with rope, gun. and ax. but how did he learn the rest? I wanted a lantern— he made one: my boot was torn—tve made one: my water-proof coat was ruined—he made one: and if 1 asked for a sewing-machine, he would refuse to move camp until he had one finished. If his name were not Smith I could prove him directly descended from the Swiss family Robinson. If a project sounds risky, I have to as sume that it is something unusually safe, as the only way to keep him out of danger. If I should ever wish to be a widow', I have only to doubt his power to fly without wings. Guided by his uncanny woodcraft, I began to meet the parishioners, mountain • sheep and goats, the elk and caribou, eagles, bears, wolverines, and certainly I shared something of Jesses untiring delight in all wild creatures Even when we needed meat in camp, and some plump goose or mallard was at the mercy of his gun, Jesse would sometimes beg the victim off,-and catch more trout. ’’So long as they don’t hunt us,’’ he would say, “I’d rather tote your camera than my 'gun. But thar’s that dog-gone beaver down the crick, he tried to Each Night He Would Set Up a Little Tent for Me. bite me yesterday again. If he don’t tame himaelf. I’ll slap his face. Thinks he’s editor." (TO BE CONTINUED.) His Skill a Natural Gift. James Oran, who astonished the world by his reproduction of flowers in his Belgian blacksmith shop, works at a forge in Cranfield, N. J. Not long ago he was doing common blacksmith ing work. Art critics say that he has gone much closer to nature in his work than Van Boeckel. He uses no models, and works with only the sim plest tools. He began his apprentice ship as a blacksmith in Scotland at the age of eighteen, but since 1896 has lived in this country, where he was one of the first men to make an iron golf club. Enormous Irrigation Profits. The Assouan dam and other irriga tion works in Egypt have cost about $53,000,000; but the increase in value of land in middle and lower Egypt and the Fay gum provinces has been from $955,000,000 to $2,440,000,000. The total rent of this land has risen from $82,000,000 to $190,000,000. CONDUCTRESSES ON BUS LINE . . i ,_* * Brooklyn .-Suggestion Stirs the Imagi nation of Possible Passengers, Anyhow. Conductresses are to ring up the far-*s on one of the new Brooklyn bus lines which- are to supplement our transportation facilities—if the board of estimate consents. One of the lines seeking a franchise announces that to do the conducting only girls need apply. They didn’t say pretty girls, but let us hope that pretty girls are meant. If she should step on our toes while reaching for the bell rope, her light weight and gracious apoltgies will make us happy to have been in the way. For she must be thin waisted in or der to squeeze by comfortably. And we shall insist that she set a common sense fashion in ^he matter of hatpins. Nor can she be permitted to knot her small change in a handkerchief or to carry her bills in the unconventional manner favored by some women shop pers. Moreover, the company must insist that ns stops shall be made in front of candy stores. It is bad enough to wait while the conductor gulps a beer. No passenger should be .expected to. bide the conductress’ con sumption of an ice cream soda. No Judge of Scenery. The late Bishop Doane of Albany hated socialism, and at a dinner in Al bany he once said: "‘The Socialist, who abhors aristoc racy and superiority and elegance, ia as misguided and wrong-headed as the miner who went through HeH'J Glen. “Hell’s Glen, between Glasgow ana Invegary, is one of the most pio turesque and rugged pieces of scenery in all Scotland. "Well, a miner once drove through the glen in a coach, and, while hia companions went into raptures over the wild, weird, awe-inspiring features of the place, the miner yawned over hlE cigar and newspaper. “‘Don’t you like Hell’s Glen, Birr the driver asked, at a .particularly pre cipitous and striking spot. “ ‘Why,’ grunted the miner 1 guess it's all right, but I can’t seen none of the Bcenery for these darned bilU.’ ” CHILDREN LOVE SYRUPOF FIGS it is cruel totforce nauseating, harsh physic into a sick child. Look back at your childhood days, Remember the "dose” mother insi^tei| on—castor oil, calomel, cathartics. How you hated them, how you fought against taking them. With our children it’s different. Mothers who 'fcliug to the old form of physic simply don’t realize what they do. The children’s revolt is well-found ed. Their tender little "insides” are injured by them. If your child's stomach, liver and bowels need cleansing, give only deli cious “California Syrup of Figs.” Its action is positive, but gentle. Millions of mothers keep this harmless “fruit laxative” handy; they know children love to take it; that it never fails to clean the liver and bowels and sweet en the stomach, and that a teaspoonful given toi:a.v saves a sick child tomor row. Ask at the store for a 50-cent bottle of “California Syrup of Figs,” which has full directions for babies, children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly on each bottle. Adv. The Result. 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