POOR
MAN'S
GOLD
Courtney
Ryley Cooper
0 Courtney RjrWy Cooper.
WNUSerric.
SYNOPSIS
Jack Hammond, gold prospector, returns
to Prince Rupert after a spree In Seattle
and learns that a gold rush Is starting as
a result of some careless remarks he had
dropped at a party concerning a gold dis
covery. He finds that his partner, McKen
zie Joe Britten, has gone on north to protect
their claims. Besieged, Hammond decides
to tell the would-be prospectors how to
reach the new gold fields. Around the World
Annie, a frontier dance hall proprietor, has
assembled a troupe of girls and is bent on
starting a dance hall at the new camp. Jack
muses about Kay Joyce, the girl In Seattle
whom he loves and to whom he confided the
secret of his gold strike. Going to his law*
yer's office, he passes a young girl on the
stairs. Jack asks Barstow the lawyer about
the girl and learns that she is a volunteer
client. Jack tells him about Kay. Tlmmy
Moon, a mutual acquaintance, had brought
them together. Kay was chilly at first, but
when she saw some of his gold nuggets
they got along beautifully. He had met her
mother and a friend of the family, Bruce
Kenning, a geologist. Sergeant Terry of the
Royal Canadian Mounted Police joins the
gold-seekers on their trip north. Jack en
counters the girl, Jeanne Towers, and she
asks him to lend her a team of dogs and
supplies. He consents. The next day the
trek to the new bonanza begins. Later,
on the trail, Jeanne Is lost and Hammond
saves her. The gold seekers arrive and the
new camp Is soon in full swing.
CHAPTER IV ? Continued
"Well, let 'em work down creek
all they want," said Joe. "The real
gold's somewhere else. The Big
Moose didn't always ride along over
against those mountains. It trav
eled over here somewhere ? and
here's where we'll find the bonan
a."
"Big as hen's eggs!" Hammond
laughed.
"Make it a goose; it's just as
easy."
They returned to work, finally, to
clean out the pit. It was a test
job ? the first of dozens, maybe a
hundred, which they knew they
must sink in their search for an
age-old river bed, long covered by
the overburden of erosion. At last,
with the moosehide bucket raised,
they started back toward "town."
The days were growing longer.
Spring already had arrived in cli
mates farther south; summer was
on the way. But up here, every
thing remained under a burden of
white. Hammond glanced far to
the right.
"One less moose," he said.
"There's Olson with a supply of
meat! The pack that man can car
ry!"
They watched him angle across
the drifts toward the main trail, his
rifle dragging, the hind quarters of
an Alaskan moose on his back.
"Think I'll go beg some of that,"
McKenzie Joe said. "The way those
wild men are coming into this coun
try, there won't be a lot of game
left." ^
"Get an extra piece, will you?"
"Sure. For that girl?" McKenzie
Joe started away. "Guess you're
right ? guess she's just like the rest
of us ? tired of her own grub and
fed up with the stuff they hand Out
at the Slumgullion."
Soon McKenzie Joe, two great
hunks of moose meat freezing in
his grasp, halted beside his part
ner.
"Well, here's the meat ana tnere s
the last of the snow burners," he
said. "Sergeant Terry came along
with 'em. Break-up's hit below.
Wet snow most of the way until
the last forty or fifty miles."
Hammond took the unwrapped
meat and started away. His course
led through a maze of tents, dog
hutches, dirty snow piles, hastily
shoveled away to reveal the founda
tion for a moss-chinked cabin or
shacks and uprights of new build
ings, the latter an output from a
portable sawmill brought in over
the snow. At last, he sighted a tiny
log cabin; he and Joe had built it
for Jeanne Towers. Then he saw
the girl.
She broke from the door at his
approach, running, almost sprawl
ing over the crusted snow. She
cried out; Hammond saw that she
waved something in one hand. In
the doorway behind her was framed
the bulky figure of a man. On
came the girl; she stumbled,
straightened, and continued to run.
"I've got two hundred dollars!"
she cried out. "I've got two hun
dred dollars!"
She was transformed ; almost
childish in her excitement. There
were tears on her cheeks.
"I've got two hundred dollars!"
came again, as she reached him. "I
can begin to pay you back." 'Ham
mond stared down at the money in
her hand. "Oh, it isn't counterfeit.
It's all good money ? see ? it's
real?"
He caught her by the arm, laugh
ing. '
"Of course, Jeanne. But where
did you get jt?"
"I've gold my claim. You told
me it wasn't any good. But I got
two hundred dollars for it ? see it ? H
she waved the money again. Then
turning, as the stranger came to
them from the doorway, "Here's
the man ? "
The sentence was cut short. Ham
mond had said:
"You look like someone I met in
Seattle."
"And you look like ? why, you're
Hammond, aren't you? My name's
Bruce Kenning."
"Yes, I remember." For an in
stant Hammond traveled far away,
back to the dock in Seattle, with the
sun throwing its morning gleam on
smooth waters, with Kay in his
arms ?
"You didn't happen to bring me a
letter ? or anything?"
Kenning laughed. He was a sure
appearing man, muscular, at home
in breeks and boots, just as he had
been at home in dinner clothes.
"No letter ? but a lot of mes
sages."
"Do you know each other?"
Jeanne Towers asked.
"We're old friends of the same
family," Kenning explained. "Good
to see you after this long trip ? we'll
have to spend some time together."
"Just in, eh?"
"Yes, with today's bunch. I tried'
to fight the gold fever. Couldn't.
So here I am."
Hammond glanced again at the
money, clutched in Jeanne's white
hands.
"I'll say this for you. You work
fast."
"Don't I?" His smile was dis
arming. "Queer how it turned out.
I went into Miss Towers' store for
some tobacco. Got to talking about
the district, of course. I asked what
you were doing."
Hammond laughed.
"Always check up on the fellow
who's made the strike?"
"Certainly ? first job of a good ge
ologist."
"You know your mining, eh?"
Jack jerked his head. "My cabin's
right here. Walk over?"
"Glad to," Kenning answered.
"Fine. I've a drop or two of
Scotch left." Impulsively he laid a
hand on the shoulder of Jeanne
Towers, as she took the moose meat
he had brought her. "You'd better
sharpen up your pencil and see
what you're going to buy for your
store when break-up comes."
"But I wanted to pay you?"
"That can wait." He patted her
shoulder again. Still somewhat
dazed by sudden wealth Jeanne
Towers returned to her cabin. Ham
mond caught eagerly at his com
panion's arm.
"Listen," he said. "I can't wait.
Tell me all about Kay. Is she well?
Is she coming up here? Did she
really mean it ? you know ? treating
me like she cared something about
me?"
Weeks later, ne stui was asKing
the same questions. He and Ken
ning stood on a side hill, where
forget-me-nots bloomed at the edge
of retreating drifts, and the blue of
lupin contrasted with the first buds
of mountain rhododendron.
Spring had come as if a book had
been opened and a chapter turned.
The streams, only ten days be
fore constricted by mounds of ice,
now roared to the outpouring of
a thousand mountain sides. Every
gully contributed its rivulets, every
rock slide sprayed a plumelike wa
terfall. Below in the village, the
sound of hammers echoed endless
ly. With waters at flood stage, halt
ing much of the gald-seeking, the
thoughts of a new civilization had
turned to building. That is why
Hammond and Kenning had come
up here on the hill. Back of them
stood a new cabin ? the one Ham
mond had promised Kay Joyce he
would build for her.
"Great view from up here," Ken
ning said at last.
They could look down on the big
lake; a moose feeding in a far
away, shallow bay, a few miners
fishing in the clear water just off
the inlet.
I ou can. _
get from your place," Hammond
answered. Kenning had built his
cabin on the next hill.
They went there for a drink, the
last of Kenning's supply. Then, with
another prideful survey of Kay's
house, Hammond dropped down the
hill. At last, he walked through
the lush grass along the bubbling I
course of Loon creek and toward
Jeanne's tiny store. She was alone
there.
He paused at Jie door to watch
her, sitting on a rough bench. Then
she noticed Hammond's presence,
and with a quick smile disentangled
herself.
"Hello!" she said. It was a wel
come, a greeting and an obeisance |
al! in one.
"Hello," he answered casually.
"Still got your two hundred dol
lars?" 1
"Oh, I've hidden it." Then, "You
missed the excitement. Sergeant I
Terry just got a customer for the '
new jail."
"No!" This was news. "Who?"
"Oh, that Jorgeson fellow. He got
in a fight with his wife. He must
have beaten her up terribly." *
"Too bad. She complained, eh?"
Jeanne shook her head.
"No ? she stood for it. Somebody
else told Terry. Her kind is al
ways afraid to complain. People
sty they're not married."
Jack laughed.
"Well, she's lucky at that. Not
being tied to him."
Jeanne came forward and leaned
against the door. The brightness
was gone temporarily from her fea
tures, she looked thoughtfully out
tcward the new, raw camp.
"Oh, I don't know, Jack. Some
times a woman who isn't married
is tied tighter to ? man than if
she were his wife. You see, she
hasn't anything else ? she lost it
when she went with him. Maybe
that's why she stands for to
much ? " She halted suddenly and
attentively turned her head upward.
"What's that?"
"Sounds like a motor boat. It
couldn't be ? "
Then a faint shout came from
far away. It was picked up by a
dozen voices. The fishermen, down
at the inlet, cried out? faintly, Jack
caught the words:
"Airplane ! Airplane coming!
There's an airplane!"
Doors were banging as Jeanne
and Hammond ran from the store.
Everyone was running, for that
matter, or standing, hands over
eyes. Far down the valley, where
Lake Sapphire merged with the sky,
a great, wide-winged bird was
limned against the sunset, moving
swiftly into sharper delineation.
It circled the town and traveled
far down the lake, dropping lower,
lower. At last, with its trailing
edge-flaps cutting down its speed,
it slipped still nearer the lake; its
engine snarled anew, and cut off
again. Spray scattered like plumes
of jetting steam from its pontoons;
swishing and splashing, it skipped
the water in great leaps, settled
again, ploughed onward; then, with
the engine roaring anew, began to
taxi toward shore.
Men ran into the marshy shal
lows to greet it, pawing wildly
about, then wading frantically to
get out of its way. The pilot rose
in his cockpit, to motion furiously,
warning excited watchers against
the danger of the propeller. Jack
Hammond gave an exultant shout.
He leaped from the side of Jeanne
Towers and splashed into the water
without even feeling it.
"Hello, Timmy!" he yelled. "You
made it, Timmy!"
The man in the cockpit, veering
from side to side as he watched the
water depths about him, raised a
hand in answer, then swiftly re
turned to his task.
Now Jack could see the cabin
windows. Two persons were inside;
Hammond saw that Kay was one
of them. He cupped his hands to
his mouth and shouted at the height
of his lungs. He jumped up and
down in the water until he was
dripp'jig. He waved his arms. Hfe
jerked off his hat and threw it at
the cabin door ? at last it opened.
Kay Joyce, trim in polo shirt,
fawn-colored breeches, riding boots
and red nails of an equal luster,
leaned out.
"Jack!" she called. "Don't splash
around like that. How in the world
will you ever carry mother and me
ashore? We'll be simply dripping,
you old silly!"
It was Bruce Kenning, however,
who finally carried Kay and her
mother ashore. Hammond, all of a
sudden, had realized that he was a
sodden mess. Then, with the land
ing of the party, everything be
came confused ; gold seekers crowd
ed about, placer miners waded out
to catch the rope which Timmy
Moon had tossed to them, that they
might knot it to a pontoon and an
chor the ship. Now Hammond was
back in his own cabin, talking ex
citedly as he changed his clothes.
"Kay's crazy about the cottage,"
he volunteered.
McKenzie Joe, squatted on the
doorstep, turned his beaverlike
head.
"I figured she would be, for
awhile."
"What do you mean awhile?"
"They're city people," said Mc
Kenzie Joe quietly.
Hammond laughed, tightened his
belt, stood immobile a moment,
then clawed about him in the half
dark room for a necktie.
"Don't you worry about that. Kay
can take it. So can her mother.
They like the outdoors."
McKenzie made no direct reply.
He only eyed his partner.
"Kind of dressing up, aren't
you?"
??wen," saia jacic wnn a grin.
"You know ? their first night here.
We're all going to the Slumgullion
to eat. Come along?"
"Nope." Joe said it half brusque
ly.
"Little abrupt, aren't you, Joe?"
he said at last.
"Not particularly."
A queer feeling of resentment shot
through Hamtnond.
"Joe," he said finally, "what's
been eating on you?"
"Nothin' but mosquitoes, I reck
on."
"Let's not joke," the younger man
said suddenly. "You've been dif
ferent ever since we came back
here."
"Me different? I ain't noticed it,
Jack."
"You haven't seemed yourself.
Moody ? thinking abput something
all the time. Grouchy, like you
had a chip on your shoulder."
"When?" asked Joe.
"The other day, for instance,
when Bruce Kenning dropped by
our test pit."
"He was asking a lot of ques
tions, wasn't he?"
Hammond spread his hands.
"Oh, Joe ? suppose he was? Can't
a man be interested in what a
friend's doing? You'd think he was
going to jump our claims, the way
you act."
"That wouldn't do him much
good," the old prospector said,
? ith a masked smile. "Not the
way they're turning out."
"Then why be so cagey? We
haven't got anything to hide."
(TO BE CONTINUED)
I
Rainy Season Bridge in Guatemala City.
Prepared by National Geographic Society,
Washington, D. C.?WNU Service.
WHEN you enter Guatemala
City, you are in the most
populous place in all Cen
tral America. With a pop
ulation of 120,000, including about
6,000 foreigners, Guatemala City is
a thriving metropolis of well-paved
streets, department stores, luxury
shops, cafes, country clubs, busy
factories, garages, and modern ho
tels. Its motion picture theaters,
showing mostly American "talkies"
with Spanish subtitles, advertise
with big electric signs overhanging
the streets in Broadway style.
At the capital's covered central
market, the largest in the country,
the array of foodstuffs, textiles,
utensils, furniture, and other com
modities is endless. Its long aisles,
and the streets adjoining the mar
ket building and cathedral, are al
ways jammed with a noisy, restless
throng of merchants and buyers.
And the odors, strange, spicy and
heavy! The fresh scents of vege
tables and exotic flowers mingle
with the greasy smell of cooking
food, the aroma of roasted coffee,
and the balmy fragrance of copal
incense.
Those with weak stomachs may
not like the appearance or odor of
freshly slaughtered meat. Nor will
they find appetizing the leached
corn mash for tortillas; or arma
dillos roasted in their shells ; or
crude brown sugar pressed into
dirty blocks and balls. But vis
itors are delighted with bright trop
ical fruits piled in artistic disar
ray, graceful baskets and glazed
pottery, and gay textiles woven on
primitive hand looms.
Guatemalans are proud, and just
ly so, of the fine coffee grown in
their highlands. Placards in Eng
lish and Spanish remind the visitor
at every turn that "Guatemala
Grows the Best Coffee in the
World."
On the days when tourist trains
arrive in Guatemala City, the de
partment of agriculture holds open
house. Small packages of freshly
roasted coffee, wrapped in glazed
paper, are presented to each visitor.
They are appropriate souvenirs of
a nation which is the sixth most im
portant coffee grower in the world,
being exceeded only by Brazil, Co
lombia, the Netherlands Indies,
Venezuela and El Salvador.
The second most important ex
port is the banana, grown in the
coastal plains bordering the Gulf of
Honduras and the Pacific.
Airport a Busy Spot.
One of the busiest spots today in
this busiest of Central American
capitals is La Aurora airport. Here
the trunk line of the Pan Amer
ican Airways from Brownsville,
Texas, to Panama connects with a
half-dozen local air services to dis
tant parts of the republic.
Many who do not come to Guate
mala City by plane, come by boat,
and dock at San Jose, a sleepy little
tropical port. Between steamers
this "back door" to Guatemala
drowses in the shade of tall bread
fruit trees and coconut palms, and
carries on a desultory commerce
with the Indians of the coastal la
goons.
Its dingy water front, ragged por
ters and fishermen, stifling heat,
and main street pre-empted by rail
road tracks give no promise of
the color and activity of Guate
mala's gay, modern capital, high
up in the cool central plateau.
The first part of the 73-mile Jour
ney to Guatemala City follows a
gently rising plain, whose black vol
canic soil is planted thickly in ba
nanas, sugar cane, cotton, cacao,
and fruit trees. Guatemala City is
nearly a mile above sea level, in
the cool and healthful tierra tem
plada, or temperate zone, and the
train must gain most of this alti
tude in the last fifty miles.
Not far beyond Palin the line
creeps through a narrow valley be
tween two towering peaks and
comes out on the edge of mountain
rimmed Lake Amatitlon. For sev
eral miles the railroad winds along
the shore, passing groups of In
dian women washing clothes in hot
springs at the water's edge. It is
a con%-enient laundry, for clothes
may be boiled in the springs and
rinsed in the cold fresh water <f( the
lake without taking a step!
The train approaches Guatemala
City through verdant suburbs which
give way to warehouses and rail
road yards, indicating the commer
cial activity of this busy Latin
American capital.
"Winter" Means Rainy Season.
From the terminal, taxis whisk
visitors over smoothly paved streets
to their hotel, frequently ? grandi
ose structure with a glass-covered
patio, mahogany floors and furni
ture, and very high ceilings.
If one remarks to the clerk that
the air seems a trifle chilly, "Yes,
the winter is Just beginning," he
may reply.
"WinterT In the tropics? And
in May?
He explains that "winter" in Gua
temala is the rainy season, May to
October, a period of clouds, damp
ness, and dismal rains, although, he
hastens to add, "part of every day
is fair and sunny." In "summer,"
November to April, there is little
or no rain, the sun shines through
out the day, and the people are
healthier and happier.
One may be awakened in the
morning by the clamor of church
bells, the rumble of heavy oxcarts,
and the musical chimes of carriages
'bearing worshiper* to early mass.
Guatemala City is compactly
built. Stand on the roof of one of
its modern buildings and you see
a clean and pleasant community,
most of whose white, blue, pink,
and buff-colored houses and shops
are one or two stories high. Only
a few concrete business buildings
and stone church towers rise above
the prevailing flat, red-tiled roofs.
Founded in the year the United
States declared its independence,
Guatemala City is a comparative
youngster among the communities
of Latin America. Several times
it has been damaged by earth
quakes, and in 1917 almost the en
tire city was destroyed. It has lost
its Old World air, although it still
has many Moorish-type homes with
iron-grilled windows and patios
aglow with flowers.
Fascinating as is Guatemala City,
however, it is but a prelude to that
native Guatemala which is older in
race, culture, and traditions. High
in the Sierra Madre west and north
of the capital, pure-blooded Indians
still dress as did their ancestors,
worship their old gods as well as
the new, and live their lives al
most unaffected by modern civil
ization.
Until a few years ago, when the
government launched an extensive
road-building program, travel in the
highlands of Guatemala was slow
and arduous. Now one may motor
from the capital westward to the
Mexican border and east to El Sal
vador.
Motoring Through the Country.
Speeding along the floor of the
valley, one passes a steady stream
of Indians and vehicles bound for
the markets of Guatemala City.
Stolid, earnest-faced men trot by at
a half run, their heads held rigid
by a tumpline across the forehead
that supports the heavy loads on
their backs. For miles, they have
been jogging along at this peculiar,
forward-falling gait. In cacastes,
or wooden frames, they carry goods
of all kinds ? earthen jars, furniture,
bags of grain, or fresh vegetables.
Their women hurry along beside
or behind them, arms swinging free
ly, their burdens on their heads.
Sometimes it is a basket of live
chickens, a fat roll of clothing, wov
en fabrics, or a bundle of Are wood.
Almost always a baby bobs up and
down in a shawl slung across the
mother's back.
Each tribe, and almost every vil
lage, in the highlands has a distinc
tive costume. Designs have not
changed in hundreds of years. To
those who know the different cos
tumes, the Indians of the highlands
might be carrying signs around
their necks reading, "I am from
Solola," or "I am from Ch'chicas
tenango," et cetera.
It is regrettable, however, that
many of these costumes are disap
pearing. Native garb has been re
placed by blue denim and cheap
imported cotton goods throughout
most of El Salvador, and these ma
terials are now penetrating Guate
mala. Under the harsh treatment
of the Indian's daily toil, such fab
rics are quickly reduced to tatters.
Unlike the half-naked aborigines
of the Jungle lowlands, or the itin
erant tradesmen and servants of
the cities, the Indians of the high
lands of Guatemala have main
tained a proud semi-independence
as farmers, weavers and pottery
makers.
Conquered but never assimilated,
they are aristocrats among the na
tive peoples of Central America,
and they are sufficiently well or
ganized to make mass petitions to
the central government when local
conditions demand it. They have
had much less contact with other
races than Indians elsewhere have
had, and are not badly scourged
with alcohol. Consequently, they
have retained their self-respect and
are neither subservient nor cring
ing.
? SSSSSSSS9
IMPROVED
UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
SUNDAY I
chool Lesson
By REV. HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST.
Dean of the Moody Bible Institute
of Chicago.
e Western Newspaper Union.
Lesson for April 25
THE OBEDIENCE OF NOAH
LESSON TEXT? Centals 1:20-13;
GOLDEN TEXT? By faith Noah, being
warned of God concerning things not seen
as yet, moved with godly fear, prepared
?n ark to the saving of his house. Beb. 11 :T.
PRIMARY TOPIC? The Meaning of the
Rainbow.
JUNIOR TOPIC? The Rainbow's Message.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC?
Following God's Plan.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC?
Deliverance through Obedience.
The "book of beginnings" (Gene
sis) has already brought before us
the creation of the world, the origin
of man, the entrance of sin into the
world, and God's judgment upon
that sin. In chapter 4 we find the
first murder. Cain, who brought an
offering before God which was not
acceptable, murdered his brother
Abel, whose offering pleased God.
Strange it is that man has it in
his heart to hate those who expose
his sin by their godly life.
God does not leave himself with
out a witness in the earth. The
God-fearing line of Seth appears.
There are always those who have
not bowed the knee to the Adver
sary. Consider the astonishment
of Soviet officials at the deep-seated
and wide-spread faith in God re
vealed in their recent census.
But sin again lifts its ugly bead
and ere long God is driven to the
necessity of judgment upon man
kind. Read the terrific indictment
of humanity in Genesis 6:5-7. It is
still true that the heart of man
apart from God's grace is "des
perately wicked" (Jer. 17:9). Well
does a contemporary writer say
that even modern "psychology has
unveiled the dismal and sinister
depths in human nature. Man can
no longer flee from reality into
the romantic refuge of his own
heart; for the human heart has be
come a house of horrors in whose
murky recesses man cannot erect j
for his solace either a shrine or
a citadel. Man is bad; he is a sin
ner. Hie depths of his meanness
are being unveiled in a ghastly way
in individual and social life in these
times. What a contemporary ring
there is about these old biblical
judgments on mankind! (Gen. 8:5,
6; Isa. 1 :6.) What a tremendous ar
raignment of sinful human nature is
Paul's prologue in Romans 1"
(Mackay).
So God sent a flood upon the
earth. It used to be fashionable to
doubt the story of the flood, but
archaeology has joined hands with
geology and history to agree with
Scripture. The facts are available;
let us use them.
"But Noah found grace in the eyes
of the Lord" and prepared an ark
at God's command. Here again it
can be demonstrated that the ark
was sufficiently large to meet the
need of Noah and all his family,
with the animals and their food, and
with room to spare. It is significant
that the proportions of the ark were
those of a well-planned boat. God
knows how to build, and man does
well to obey his instructions.
The rain came, the fountains of
the deep were opened, and all the
living perished, except those within
the ark. What an instructive type
of our safety in Christ is the ark!
But our lesson concerns primar
ily what occurred after Noah came
forth from the ark and presented
himself before God.
I. An Obedient Maa (8:20-H).
To come before God with accept
able worship, man must come with
clean hands. The question is not
whether he is brilliant, learned, or
of high position. The one thing that
counts is obedience. When such a
man offers the worship of his heart
before God, it goes up to him like
a sweet savor.
n. A Covenant-Keeping God (9:8
17).
The beautiful rainbow in the cloud
became a token of God's promise,
and the visible assurance to "an
flesh" that the judgment of the flood
will not be repeated. Never again
will seed time and harvest, nor any
of the orderly processes of nature,
fail throughout the whole earth.
What a gracious God we have!
And what a pity that men presume
upon his goodness. Because he
"maketh his sun to rise on the evil
and on the good, and sendeth rain
on the just and on the unjust"
(Uatt. 5:45), men not only forget
that he is the giver of all things,
but assume that they may sin
against him with impunity. Let us
remind them that it is the clear
teaching of Scripture that "every
one of us shall give account of him
self to God" (Rom. 14:12).
Well Spent Daya
Oh, what a glory doth this world
put on, for him who with a fervent
heart goes forth under the bright
and glorious sky, and looks on
duties well performed, and daya
well spent. ? Longfellow.
Parity of Heart
A holy life is the very gate of
heaven; but let us always remem
ber that holiness does not consist in
doing uncommon things, but in do
ing everything with purity o< heart.
Manning
Household %
@ Questions'
For Steamed or Boiled Pad
dings ? Puddings will Dot itick to
the basin it two strip* of grease
proof paper are put crosswiae in
the basin before the mixture
is poured in.
? ? ?
Frying Eggs? Eggs are less lia
ble to break or stick to the pan if
a little flour is added to the fry
ing fat.
? ? ?
Shrink the Cord ? When loose
covers for chairs, etc., are being
made, boil the piping cord before
using. This little precaution pre
vents unsightly puckers after the
cover is washed.
? ? ?
Boiling Old Potatoes ? Old pota
toes sometimes turn black during
boiling. To prevent this add a
squeeze of lemon juice to the
water in which they are boiled.
? ? ?
Removing Stains on Iliads
Vegetable stains can be removed
from the hands by rubbing them
with a slice of raw potato.
? ? ?
For Good Gravy ? Did you know
that gravy, to be served with
roast meat, will taste much nicer
and contain more nutriment if it
is made with the water in which
the vegetables have been boiled?
? ? ?
New Hoi-Water Bottles ? Have a
little glycerine added to the water
with which hot-water bottles are
filled for the first time. This will
make the rubber supple, and the
bottle will last longer.
WtfU Serric*.
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BREAK YOUR BACX
poliihiny folooti
Tii i ? n'n ii r r f
wimm oSUr 1
Different
Our minrts are as diffe
our faces; we are all
to one destination ? happiness; 1
few are going by the same road.
? Colton.
for WOMEN only
CAitnn is a medal i
the relief of soae of t
which results from a i
ened conlido*. It
to make monthly periods leas
agreeable, and. when Its one has I
kept op awhile, has helped ?
poorly nourished women to get ?
strength from tMr food. This ?
due (proaonaced Tlrd-w-O
been
Always a
He who rests satisfied in aid
ty defending himself n
c asm and abuse is always a taa
?Goethe.
Don't Irritate
If y?w wsnt to f?y G
GAS and tarrlbls WMtH
to do rt by just Aoctarnf ?
sch with Kara*. irritating a*
with ill-.
II your coMtipatto* it of Ion# I
Ing. twBfmwit quantitioa a* l"
bactrrta accumuUtt ~
t>on >a upoot. OAS <
?f?d lungs, making Hto j
You cant oat or also*. Ymt i
ache*. Your back achos. Vim- mm
plosion io sallow and piaapty. Ymt
broatb ia foul. You aro a aick. pronrhy.
wrotchod. unhappy Btrsta. YOUR
SYSTEM IS POISONED.
Thousands of sufTorsrs bavs T to
Adlorika tho quh
ii ataini
Adlorika rtda yot
i you of paa i
out of BOTH
REAL cioanaing with AdlsHka. Oat
rid of OAS. Adlorika dooa not pHpo
?is not habit forming. At al Liidm
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