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    Deal With Eye Trouble
Without Loss of Time
Of the great number of symptoms 1
of eye disease, there are four that
are outstanding in their significance,
Dr. Hyman Cotien points out In
Hygeia Magazine, in the chapter of
“The Eye Book” dealing with ‘‘Dis¬
ease of the Eyes: General Consid¬
erations.”
The first of these is the dimming
of sight. Especially when it is the
only apparent symptom, this is of
the utmost gravity because it Is
liable to he overlooked for some
time, especially when ttie vision ir
the fellow eye is good.
I’ain In the eye is frequently mis
taken for an ordinary headache or
an attack of migraine. Repeated
dosing with headache remedies is
resorted to, and so here also vain
able time is lost,
Redness of the eye is a danger
signal of trouble ahead. Ropulai
remedies in use, such as the appli¬
cation of a slice of pork or tea leaves
or oysters, to the inflamed eye, may
cause Infection.
Discharge from the eye should not
be confused with an excessive flow
of tears, although the two often go
together. When the discharge is a
puslike secretion, it is of great Im¬
portance to ascertain the nature of
the discharged matter by having It
examined microscopically, if the
condition is allowed to involve the
other structures, the damaging con¬
sequences are dire; if the condition
is contagious, the fellow eye and the
eyes of the family and attendant arp
In danger.
Week’s Supply of Postum Free
Read the offer made by the Postum
Company in another part of this pa¬
per. They will send a full week’s sup
ply of health giving Postum free t<5
anyone who writes for it.—Adv.
Oh, Waiter!
Customer—“Will the spaghetti I
ordered lie long?” Waitress—“We
never measure It, sir.”
Do you
tire easily?
f no appetite
/ losing weight
nervous
/pale
then don't gamble with your body
Why not reason out the cause of
tiiis unnatural condition?
Your first thought may he, “I must
eat more." That’s not all. You should
enjoy what you do eat. Frequently, this,
the blood cells are low... and
perhaps, is what makes you fed wcuk.
If tliis is your trouble the stomach
may not be calling for sufficient food.
Zest to cat may be lacking. But what
a difference S.S.S. makes wltcn taken
just before meals. Just try it and
notice how your appetite and diges¬
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S.S.S. stimulates tire flow of gastric
juices and also supplies the precious blood¬
mineral elements so necessary in
cell and hemo-glo-bin up-building. need Do
try it. It may be the rainbow you
to brush away present discouragement
over your health condition. © S.S.S. Co.
You have a
right to insist
that S.S.S. be
euppliedyou on
request. Its
long years of
preference is
yourguarar.tco
of satisfaction.
FHOST l’ROOF CAKHAGK PLANTS
Early Jersey, charleston, Wakefield. Flat
patch. Succession, nig Boston, Iceberg,
N< w YorK lettuce. Bermuda and Bribetaker
onions. Delivered 100. 26c; 300. 60c; 600 76c;
1000 Jl. 26. Collect 1000, *1; 6000. *3.76: 10000
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WATCH YOUR
KIDNEYS!
Be Sure They Properly
Cleanse the Blood
XYOUR kidneys are constantly fll
I tering impurities from the blood
stream. But kidneys get. function¬
ally disturbed—lag in their work—
fail to remove the poisonous body j
wastes.
Then you may suffer nagging
backache, attacks of dizziness,
burning, scanty or too frequent
urination, getting up at night,
swollen feet and ankles, rheumatic
pains: feel "all worn out.”
Don’t delay! For the quicker you
get rid of these poisons, the better
your chances of good health.
Use Doan's Pills. Doan's are for
the kidneys only. They tend to pro¬
mote normal functioning of the
kidneys; should help them pass off
the irritating poisons. Doan's are
recommended by users the country
over. Get them from any druggist
DOArS PILLS
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OLD AGE PENSION INFORMATION
BNCLOSS STAMP
JUDGE LEHMAN, HUMBOLDT, KANE
HILLTOPS CLEAR
By EMILIE LORING
Copyright by The Penn Publishing Co. XVNT, \ ,ce»
CHAPTER IV—Continued
“I can’t wait to see you on the
storeroom shelf,” she said aloud.
"Come on, I’ll put you there.” She
lifted the tray. “Doth, but you weigh
a ton! Am I one good little back-to
the-iander?” as she started toward the
cellar door. “A squirrel storing nuts
for the winter has nothing on—”
A thunderous knock resounded
through the house. Prudence took a
quick step forward. A frightened cat
reached the same spot in one leap.
The girl tripped, the tray tipped, the
Jars of beets struck the floor with a
crash calculated to make the pilot of
the last word in bombing planes pale
with envy.
Ruby liquid flew in all directions.
It dripped from walls and celling; It
■plashed the white frock; it trickled
in crimson rivulets down Prue’s cheeks;
it did a modernistic design on her shoes
and lavishly polka-dotted her barearms.
For an Instant she stood In dazed con¬
sternation, then as she saw her face
reflected in a small mirror, she
laughed.
"Oh, you demon can—can” The
words choked into a spasm of mirth.
She sank to a chair, dropped her
head to her arms flung out on the
table, and tried to control the peals
Of laughter which shook her. A hand
caught her shoulder.
‘‘Hey I Wlmt’s happened? Quit
laughing like that 1 You’ll go goofy
in a minute.”
Lips twitching, nostrils quivering,
eyes gleaming through tears, Pru¬
dence looked up at Rodney Gerard.
“(’-canning trouble!” She choked
on the words.
Gerard administered an authorita¬
tive shake.
“Stop laughing. It’s painfully evi¬
dent that you are toppling on the
brink of hysterics. I know of only one
sure remedy for that. I should hate
to do It—but I may feel obliged to
kiss you."
Prudence was on her feet “Just
naturally helpful, aren’t you? You
wouldn’t dare—” She met his eyes
snd changed her tone. “I’ll stop. Sig¬
nor Mussolini. Only you could stand
there like a graven image in the
midst of this—tills slaughter. You
■ee, I’ve gone thrifty. I’ve been pre¬
paring for the 1-long hard winter by
canning young, tender beets-—no t-taste
to them when they g-grow up. 1 was
carrying the Jars on a tray when a
thun-thunderous knock sent Cleopatra
scurrying to cover—Cleopatra’s the
cat, in case you don’t know—with the
result of a f-foot-on collision. I—’’
“Stop and get your breath. Hys¬
terics will get you if you don’t watch
out." The hint of amused warning
in Gerard’s voice set Prue’s pulses
throbbing.
“They won’t, I shan't need your
prescription, thank you. Why are
you here? It would be you, wouldn’t
It? What did you come for? M.v
word! 1 believe it was your knock
that brought on the catastrophe. Are
you responsible for this mess?” She
Indicated the smeared room with an
accusing wave of her hand.
“I’m sorry. Can’t I help clean up?"
"You enn not. Macky will he down
In a few minutes, then we’ll do it
together. You'd better go while the
going is good. Why did you come? I
haven’t time to talk even lumber busi¬
ness in the morning. I'm a working
girl. I wish you’d go."
Even ns Prudence frowned at. him,
■he was thinking how Fate conspired
to block her. After Jean's intimation
that she was setting her cap for him,
she had sworn to herself that she
would chill Rodney Gerard to the bone
the next time he spoke to her; Instead,
here she was hysterical with laughter,
friendly laughter. One couldn't be im¬
pressively dignified when one resem¬
bled nothing so much ns an example
of spaiter-work done in beet juice.
Hands in his coat pockets, Gerqrd
strode to the door, turned at the thres¬
hold.
"Stop scowling. I'm going. Hos¬
pitable, aren’t you? I came to ask If
you would have time to make a silver
collar for that kitten of Jean's she’s
so crazy about.”
“A silver collar! I'd love it! I’ve
had an Idea for one in my mind for
months! I’U make time! Come on to
the shop—Tie turned Uncle Austin’s
office into a workroom—and i’ll show
you a sketch I made before I became
a farmer.”
She had not realized how she loved
ami had missed her craft, Prudence
told herself, as she led the way to a
rc m which opened from the front
ball.
“It won't take me a jiffy to find that
■ketch." She flung the assurance over
her shoulder at Gerard. She pulled
open one of the doors of the bookcase.
A pile of papers showered to the floor
“Darn! Wouldn't you know It when
fin in a hurry!”
“Hold on! I'll get them!” Gerard
dropped to one knee beside her. "I
don’t wonder you can't find anything
in that mess.”
“It Is a sight. I tuck everything 1
den t know what to do with in there.
Here's the sketch! Now I’ll find the
■tones."
Gerard laid the papers he had col¬
CLEVELAND COURIER
lected on top of a pile while Prudence
manipulated the knob of a sinali safe,
lie stood beside her as the heavy door
swung open.
“What are those white things?” He
Indicated the row of packets in one
of the compartments.
“Stones. Some precious, some semi¬
precious.”
“You must have a fortune there.”
“Not a fortune, but more money
than I can afford to have tied up in
them. I’m a jelly-fish, i have no sales
resistance. When I see a lovely gem,
t have an attack of what the econ¬
omists call ‘Buyer’s delirium.' These
are the most valuable, though I have a
pigeon-blood ruby and a cabochon"sap¬
phire which couldn’t he called grubby.”
“That’s a corking emerald.”
“It Is choice, it's flawless. It was
my grandmother’s.”
“What’s that stuff In the bottles
which looks like hunks of colored
glass?”
"Enamels. Transparent and opaque.
They are ground in a little water to
salt-like consistency in that mortar,
washed thoroughly before they are ap¬
plied to metal, and heated until they
melt. When I want them especially
Jewel-like I use them over gold leaf.
I can’t enamel here, worse luck. Can't
get enough heat. Have to use a bel¬
lows and a big blow pipe.”
“You sure know this job, don’t you?
What are you looking for in those pa¬
pers ?”
“Here they are! Here's the design
for ttie collar. See those medallions
between the links?” She looked "up.
“You’re not listening! You’re .not
looking!’’
"I’m looking all rigid. Never Real¬
ized before how much red Here is in
your hair. The sunlight brings It out.
It’s “My gorgeous, hair! I girl.” thought || here
you came
for a silver collar.”
“1 did. Uross-my-throat-an’-hope-to
dle, I did. You love tliis work, don't
you? Your eyes are like stars.”
"Of course I love it, but i get tre¬
mendously thrilled over whatever in¬
terests me.”
"You’ll wear yourself out.”
“Better to wear out than rust out.”
“Meaning me, I suppose?”
“If the shoe fits, put it on. Do you
realize that you are wasting my pre¬
cious time? I thought you were about
to give me an honcst-to-goodncss or¬
der.”
Gerard laid Ids hand on the sketch.
“Don’t put It away. 1 do want the
collar. You were explaining about the
medallions between the links. Will
they be silver?”
"Y’es. They are to be carved and
tooled with Micky Mouse episodes.
See these cat’s-eyes glow and smolder?
I’ll set them In silver to alternate
with the medallions. This pear
shaped piece of Korean amber—which
is supposed to contain magic—will
hang from the buckle in front. Like
the idea?”
“You're-a fraud. You ask that as
anxiously as if you didn't know it was
a knock-out. Of course I like It.” He
carefully lifted the paper on which
lay tlie emerald and some diamonds.
”1 like these, too. Any chance of your
making tliis ring up to order?”
Did be want it to give to n girl?
The thought flashed through I’rue’s
mind even as she shook her head.
“Not a chance, even If I had money
to invest in baguette diamonds, which
I haven’t. It lias been one of the
dreams of my life to wear that ring.
Unless Prosperity farm plunges so
deep into the red that we can't pull It
out. I'll hold on to the emerald.”
She thoughtfully nibbled the point
of the engraving tool.
“The silver collar for the kitten is
likely to he rattier expensive. I can't
set a price because I have no Idea
how much time it will take.”
“That’s all right. I’ll give it to
Jean for Christmas. Think you’ll have
It done by then?"
"Christmas! I hope so. but, of
course, if I have many morning in¬
terruptions—”
“I accept your delicate hint. I'm off.
It won't Interrupt your work. 1 hope,
if I stop to collect Jean and tlie kitten
and speak to your brother, who is
lying on the grass patch in tlie middle
of the garden?"
“David on the ground! I left him—”
Prudence fairly flew through the
house. She heard Gerard behind her
as she raced into the garden. Dave
on tlie ground!
She dropped to her knees beside
him.
“Dave! Dave! Did you fall?”
With a murmur of concern, he sat
up and put his arm about her.
“Prue! Prue. Of course I didn't
fall, dear. After a while the chair
seemed hard and the grass inviting,
THE STORY
Prudence Schuyler comes from
her uncle, to make a new life for
has been broken by tragedy. The
barn loft into the arms of Kodney
Hedges on the neighboring farm.
the two, but Prudence decides to
pects men since her sister's husband
loway, a rival of Gerard, tries to buy
likes hi* conceited attitude and
On the evening Prue is expecting
Walter Gerard and her
curious persons and leave Prue
contact with them again when she
so I flung the rug on the ground and
stretched out on it. I' r e been asleep.”
He tightened bis hold. “Look here,
my dear, if you have me on your mind
every minute, I’ll go off by myself
somewhere. Give me a hand up, Ger¬
ard. I've been lying here so long that
I’m stiff."
Rodney Gerard linked an arm in Ids
as he stood up. Prudence was con¬
scious of the tension about her mouth
as site looked at them. David's face
was so paie in comparison to that of
the man beside him. She achieved
a fair imitation of a laugh.
“Have you on mind every minute,
Dave! You'd be surprised if you
knew that I haven’t thought of you
once since I tucked you into that
steamer chair. Now who’s coming?"
The gate in the wtiite picket fence
which enclosed the garden creaked on
its hinges. A grotesque figure turning
cartwheels with incredible rapidity
hurtled through the opening, came
right-side up, scratched a chalky ear
which protruded through his white
skull cap, and made a sweeping bow.
Jean raced to her uncle.
“A clown! Uncle Rod, a clown!
Where's the circus?"
Had Rodney Gerard gritted an ex¬
clamation between his teeth, or had
she imagined it? Prudence looked
from his narrowed eyes to the smeared
blue eyebrows, the lips like a bloody
gash in the whiteness of tlie chalk
face of the man who was looking back
at him. Tlie regulation white suit of
tlie sawdust ring, polka-dotted with
"black, showed traces of travel.
Jean’s eyes were like stars. “Oh,
Uncle Rod ! Isn’t he a peach ! You
will take me to the circus, won’t you?”
David Schuyler held out his hand
and smiled.
"How are you, Chicot? Must be two
years since I've seen you. Where did
you drop from?”
The clown shook Schuyler’s hand.
He blinked and swallowed, turning
his cone-shaped enp in chalky hands.
“Never expected to see you here
sir. They told me at the Rescue mis¬
sion that yeu was sick somewhere.
I’m with Sassoon’s Smashing show.
It’s stuck In a nearby town, and when
the boss found I—I’d once lived in this
region, he thought I might have a drag
with folks and sent me on a motor¬
cycle to drum up trade.”
His eyes shifted to Rodney Gerard.
“The little girl would like the show,
Mister. It’s a swell show."
“Uncle Rod, you will take me, won't
you?” Jean’s lips quivered with eager¬
ness. "I've never seen many horses!
Pve never been to a circus! Mother
thinks they’re cheap. Oh, Miss Prue,
ask him to take me, please—he’ll do
it if you ask him.”
Significance shone through the
amusement in Rodney Gerard’s eyes as
they met Prue’s. Only an instant
their glances met, before he parleyed
indulgently:
“Take it easy, Jean. You’ve got me
all excited. You’ve started something,
Chicot. Y’ou said the show was stuck
In the next town. What’s the trouble?”
Again Prudence had the sense of an
undercurrent, a dramatic undercurrent
at that. Gerard’s curt question seemed
to set atmospheric high-potency waves
in motion. Was he angry? Annoyed
was a better word. Whatever his
mood, it tightened her nerves. The
clown crushed his cap in one vein
knotted hand.
“It's this way, Mister. The next
town we were billed in was cleaned
out by fire. Our show keeps up with
our paper, rain or shine, floods or
knee-deep mud, but when the town
itself goes blooey, what have you?
That throws us out. So the boss says
we’d lay out the show In the burg
Pve come from. It's a good honest
show for the little girl to see. Mister.”
He pulled at a painted forelock,
looked at Prudence with haggard eyes,
stretched the red gash in a grin.
"An’ for big girls, too. We’ve had
to turn away crowds all season, and
the parade—whoops, you should see
the parade! All the headliners out—
and the calliope. Sounds this-a
way—”
Chicot gave an imitation which set
the echoes jangling. It brought Si
Puffer from the barn on a run. His
wife and Miss Mack spilled from the
kitchen door.
“You said the show was In a near¬
by town, Chicot. How near?”
Prudence caught the swift glance
between Rodney Gerard and Mrs. Puf¬
fer as he asked the question, was
aware of the sound as of gas escaping
l'rvvj a punctured balloon, before she
closed her lips and retreated, pulling
Jane Mack with her into the house.
Did the clown's presence mean some¬
thing to her, too?
“Sure it’s nearby. Only fifty miles,
THE BEGINN1ING
York to Prosperity Farm, Inherited from
and her brother, David, whose health
day on her farm Prus falls from the
rich young man, who lives at High
is at once a mutual attraction between
a cool attitude toward him. She sus¬
away with her brother's wife. Len Cal¬
the timber off Prue's land, but she dis¬
with Rod to dispose of the trees.
from New York she is risiied by Mrs.
daughter, Jean. They are hateful,
A few days later Prudence comes In
Rod to his place.
BEAUTY HINT
If you would have blight eyes,
pads of cottonwool soaked in
hazel on the closed lids. Leave
a few minutes, then bathe the
with warm salty water. The
is soothing, the second is
The Busy Day
Nature Teacher—“When do leaves
to turn?” Willie—“The day
examination.”
CONSTIPATION
Can be Helped!
(Use what Doctors do)
Why do the thoroughly, bowels usually move
regularly and long after
a physician constipation? has given you treatment
for
Because the doctor always gives be taken a liquid in
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the right amount. You can gradually
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laxatives have become.
liquid laxative gives the right kind
of help, and the right amount of help.
When the dose is repeated, take less. instead Until of
more each time, you
the bowels are moving regularly help and ail.
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these are natural laxatives that form
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Mister. I wish all you folks would
come. The little girl would get a
great kick from it." ,
“Oh, Uncle Rod—” Jean's voice
broke from excitement.
“Take it easy, Jean, we’ll go. What
time does the parade start, Chicot?
“Nine.”
‘‘We’ll be there. Prue, Jean and I
are counting on you to keep us com¬
pany.”
“I’d love it—If—” Prue's eyes
flashed to her brother.
"Of course you’ll go, Prue. You
haven't been away from this town
since you came, have you? Jane Mack
will look after me.” David Schuyler
answered her unspoken question.
The clown twisted his cap. “I wish
you’d come, sir. It’s a good show." i
“Can’t make it, Chicot. Glad you
have your job again. Watch your step j
—this time.”
“Thank you, sir. I will, sir. There
ain't no occasion for me not to, sir.
Well, folks, I’ll be seeing you.”
He pulled his cap hard over his ears,
and departed on Ids hands, his legf in
the air. Jean ran beside him, pelting
him with questions, going into girlsh
giggles of laughter. As the clown dis¬
appeared through the gateway, Rod¬
ney Gerard and Si Puffer followed with¬
out one backward glance.
Prudence dropped to the grass be¬
side her brother.
“Strange that you should have
known that clown, Dave.”
“All sorts of men came to the Res¬
cue mission, Prue. Chicot was In
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"Hey! What’* Happened?”
who had been running wild. He beat
up one of her followers—to hear him
tell It, she had a lot of them—and
lost his job for a while.”
Prudence appeared absorbed in her
search for a four-leaf clover.
“Dave, did it occur to you that
Mrs. Si knew that clown, that Rodney
Gerard knew him?”
Schuyler swung his feet from the
chair and rose. The lines between his
eyes deepened as he answered gravely;
"I'm sorry to say it did, Prue. Con¬
foundedly sorry ”
TO BE CONTINUED.
Continent of Atlantis
Was Surrounded by Sea
The lost continent of Atlantis was
entirely surrounded by sea. It existed
supposedly, between tlie Straits of Gib¬
raltar and the Mexican Gulf. It had
been a great empire of tall, fair-haired,
blue-eyed men and women. Alleged
historical accounts agree that it was
inhabited by supermen who lived
peacefully and happily over a long pe¬
riod of years. The arts of civilization
of the present race were acquired, ac¬
cording to historians, from this lost
race before it vanished beneath the
sea. A description of the lost conll
nent has been furnished by Plato.
“The whole country,” he relates,
“was very lofty and precipitous on the
side of the sea, but the country imme¬
diately about and surrounding the :Ity
was a level plain, itself surroufl.ded
by mountains; it was smooth and even,
but of an oblong shape, extending in
one direction 3,000 stadia, and going
up the country from the sea through
(he center of the island 2.000 stadia;
the whole region of the island lies to¬
ward the south and Is sheltered from
the north. The surrounding mountains
were celebrated for their number and
size and beauty, in which they ex¬
ceeded all that are to be seen any¬
where.”
Wooden Plow*
Wooden plows are not only still
common, but efficient for their task.
On some clay lands they are preferred
to Iron because the clay does not stick
to them so much, says Tit-Bits Maga¬
zine. They are most common in East
Anglia, and at Maidon, Essex, there
is a firm that has been making them
for 120 years. To this day they ex¬
hibit and sell them at shows such aj
the “Royal,” where they take theh
place among the most up-to-date elea
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