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I have been taking Tanlac off and on for a year now and feel so different that there's no room for comparison. 1 eat good and sleep good and feel that Tanlac bee given me a new lease on life." Tanlac Is for sale by all good droggieta. Accept no substitute. Tanlac Vegetable Pills by the manufacturers of Tanlac. TANLAC FOR YOUR HEALTH I : • < by ROBERT STEAK (fr liiif Am*Uref ~ -Tho Cow Pundicr' HomMtndtn' WXUfcniM " ftwk^ilrlrtirtl 'BUT ON THESE PRAIRIES--" "Tell mt, Jean," I pressed at length, "why can't we go back; why can't we sU&tHver again--like that f" ' / "We have always been good friends" she murmuts4.- "Good friends--yes. Must it stop at thatt" mAnd neighbors," she continued. "We have always been good neighbors. ~ Perhaps that is the trouble." "How--the trouble f" "Well, Ws like this," she said, and again the toe began to gyrate the snow. "We've known each other so well, and so long, there isn't anything--much--left to know, is there f Could you stand the boredom of a person who has no new thoughts, no strange ideas, no whimsy-nothing that you haven't already seen and known a hundred timesf" "There never could be boredom with you, dear. Just to have you with me, to feast on ydu, to know you were mine, would be enough for me" "For about a week. You'd soon tite of a feast with no flavor to it. I would, at any rate. . . . Oh, I see it working out already. I don't want to gossip, and Jack and Marjorie have been everything they could to me, but already I can see them settling down to the routine--the deadly routine. Bad enough anywhere, but on these prairies, with their isolation, their immensity unbearable. I couldn't stand it." Frank Hall and Jean Lane, hero and heroine of thll fine story of homesteading on the Manitoba prairies, are the two persons talking. It's a case of love since childhood in Ontario. But now the lovers seem to have come to an unfordable stream In Manitoba. Tou see, the girl thinks she knows the young man too completely to be happy with him-- at least under the conditions of homesteaders' life on these great prairies. The romance of Frank and Jean begins early. Lured by his fouryear- old playmate, Jean, Frank, aged six, ventures on the forbidden wall of a dam. He falls into the water, and is saved *from possible death by' clinging to Jean's outstretched arms. Next day he has a vision of romance when Jean informs him that because of their adventure of the day before he Is In duty bound to marry her. He agrees, the only proviso being that they are to wait until they are "grownups." ~ With Jean's brother John, also aged six, Frank begins school. Two years later they are Joined by Jean and Frank's sister Marjorie. A little later Jean confides to Frank, in verse, her hope of some day becoming "Mrs. Hall." He accepts the "proposal." Frank la fourteen when his mother dies. He takes a Job In the mill where his father works. The boys are eighteen when John's father Is killed In an accident. Two years later Frank's father and John's mother are married. Dissatisfied with conditions, and ambitious, the two boys make plans to go to Manitoba and "homestead," the girls agreeing to go with them. Evidently the study of life among the homesteaders of Manitoba Is at first hand. So, In addition to the love story, the story has a sociological and historical value. The story of the marriage of John and Marjorie on Christmas day, the gathering of the neighbors and the presentation of their wedding flfti Is an Illuminating glimpse of the democracy of the frontier. Robert Stead, the author, was born on a farm In Manitoba. He has been a newspaper editor and publisher and Is now an official of the Immigration and colonization department of the Canadian government. So he knows whereof he writes. 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The stone crest of this dam rose about two feet above the level of the water In the mill pond, and was about two feet wide Along this crest my father walked on his way to and from the mill, bnt I had strict orders not to attempt the feat, with the promise that I would' be thrashed "within an inch of my life" If I did. And now I must introduce Jean Lane, daughter of our nearest neighbor, Mr. Peter Lane. Jean Is to travel with us through most of the chapters of this somewhat Intimate account, and yon may as well meet her at four, bare-footed and golden-haired and bine-eyed, with a wisp of white cotton dress and a gleam of white teeth set between lips of rose-leaf. up spluttering, choking, frantic. The slippery wall gave no grip for my hands, and in a moment I must have gone down again, but Jean's head came out over the ledge and her little arms were reached down to mine. I grasped them and hyng on--hung In water to my neck, while Jean and I both shouted lustily. Help came quickly In the person of my father, who had seen the nccldent from one of the upper windows of the mill, and had come rushing out at a pace which had quite upset the operatives on his route. I was dragged up on the dam In a moment, and I can remember Jean standing beside my father, crying a little, and saying, "Please don* scold him, Mr. HaH I made him do It." I expected my father to scold her, but he took her up In his arms and held her to his breast. "You're a brave little girl, Jean; you're a wonderful little girl," I heard him say, and he kissed her on the face, which he hardly ever did to me. Then homeward he led me, wet and miserable, and speculating silently on what It may mean to be thrashed within an inch of one's life. But It proved to be a day of surprises. I was not thrashed within an Inch of my life, nor at all; I was undressed, and rubbed with a warm towel, and .put In bed, and given a large tumblerful of hot choke^cherry wine, because It was stltl early in i the season and the water was cold. a presence. It was Jean, her golden locks held together by a midget sunbonnet, save for some vagrant curls which nestled against the peach-pink bloom of her cheeks; her chubby bare feet seeking cover In the grass. "I saw you going to the big tree," she explained, "so I comed too." "Dh-huh," I commented cautiously, being gripped with a sudden sense that this young woman had led me Into difficulties only a day ago. Hen cannot be too careful. She sidled toward me. "Do yon know what you have to do for yesterday?" she queried. "No," I said, wtth some misgiving, thinking that possibly my behavior had been reported to the Lanes to my disadvantage. "Gwandma says when a yonng la-dy saves a young gen-tle-man, he-has-tomawwy- her," she said, speaking very slowly at flrst, but finishing her sentence, with a little run. "So you have to mawwy me." She was beside me now, and her face was radiant with the excitement of her secret. "But I cant marry yon 1 Only grownups do that!" I protested. "Won't we be gwownups some day?** "I guess so," 1 admitted. And then with a sudden burst of resolution I added, "And then I'll marry you." She held her face up to me and I leaned over and kissed It shyly. Then, hand In hand, we retraced our way down the cowpath, along the rows of Demurely down the road she came to i And my little sister Marjorie came where I lay sprawled on the river and looked at me with large, dark. bank oontemplating the leisurely precision of the water wheel beyond. When she reached me she paused, sat down, and burled her feet In the soft sand of the bank, «I want to go to the mm," she said, when her little toes were well oat of sight. "Bat yoa cant go to Che mill," 1 •aid, with the mature authority of |IT "You'd fall in." *1 wouldn't, neither,"--she glanced at n* elfishly from under her yellow If . ou helped me." II was a difficult situation. Here wu i, * yonng man of six, honored by a commission of great responsibility from a yonng woman of four. My native gallantry, as well as a pleasant feeling of competence, urged that I Immediately lead her across that two foot strip of masonry. But the parental veto, and the promise of being thrashed within an Inch of my life, sorely, and, as It seemed to me, unfairly, curbed my chivalry. "Td like to take you over, Jean." I conceded, "bnt my father won't let J Health &uilder HOSTETTER'S Celebrated Stomach Bitters is a wholesome tonic. Keeps the stomach in good condition snd _ Improves the appetite. At AO Druggiat* "Did you* father say yon mustn't t.vT me over?" With almost uncanny Intuition she thrust at the vulnerable spot In the armor of my -good behavior. "No; ho didn't say anything about you." "Then yon can take met" I dug my toes Into the sand beclde hers, but did not answer. "If my big bruvver John was here he'd take me over, quick," she continued, with a quivering Up. John Lane was six, like me, and no bigger. The allusion to him as her big brother, who would take her over quick, and tne quivering lip, were too much. I scrambled to my feet. - "Come," i said, with masculine recklessness, starting for the dam, and she followed Joyously. We are about half way over when something happened--I never knew what--but I plumped into deep water a stone thrown from the shore. * took a groat mouthful and came comprehending eyes,' and said. "I know why you didn't get thrashed." "Why didn't I get thrashed?1 ventured. "Because you were so awful wicked. When you're awful bad you don't get thrashed; Its only when you're a lit tie bad," she explained. I had to stay In bed for the remainder of the day, which I think was more a punishment than a precaution so I had opportunity to think on Marjorle's philosophy. It was evident that ahe was right; I had the proof In my own experience; I had been very wicked, and had escaped punish ment. My consciousness of evil-doing, however, rested lightly upon me. I had escaped the strap which hung behind the kitchen door, and which was a much more Immediate menace than any possible torments of the after world. I spent the remaining hours of the day In Imagining situations In which 1 would save Jean from all kinds of disasters. Next morning found me none the worse for my experience; Indeed my dip over the dam already seemed a more or less vague recollection. After breakfast I made a journey to the big pine which grew at the very end of our little farm--a surviving mpnarch of the forest that In- some way had escaped the locust cloud of axmen which had swarmed through tho country twenty years before. Perhaps It was as I lay under the great pine on that sunny summer morning and watched the fllipy clouds float gently overhead that I caught my first glimpse, shyly, wonderingly through the golden gates of romance. It was a vision ot Jean; a vision which has remained with me through the years, growing, thrilling In my moments of happiness, fading In my hours of darkness, but at no time quite obscure. Perhaps It was my first glimpse of that vision which brought me on that morning to my feet where the great pines away tng lacework of sun and shadow patterned the green grass and set my heart lilting with the joy of belnz alive. I was about to shape my lips for a whistle whoa I bacame conscious of Jean's Head Came Out Over the Ledge and Her Little Anna Wore Reached Down to Mine. sprouting corn, by |fct stables and past our house. Jean led mo to her own home, which was next to ours, down the road. "You have to ask mamma," she said, as our little figures dropped their shadows across Mrs. Lane's kitchen floor. This was more than I had bargained for. I was beginning to discover that Miss Jean was a young woman of action as well as decision. But I was game. 'Mrs. Lane," I said, bracing my legs for the ordeal, "I-want-to-marry- Jean." Jean's, mother looked at , me with a smile that broadened until It broke Into open laughter. "I am afraid you are very precocious children," she remarked. I didn't know what that meant, but she gave us each a doughnut, and we went away happy, Jean twirling hers on her finger for a wedding ring.: CHAPTER II That same summer I began yulftg to school. Perhaps, T should say that John Lane and I began going to school, as It was something of a joint adventure. We talked of it together for weeks before the great event. At that time my objective In life, in so far as I had one, was to be a locomotive engineer, but John had elected to he the owner of a woolen mill--blandly overlooking the little question of capital--and we discussed our school training In the light of these ambitions. * On the eventful morning I remember my father coming into the loft and leaning over my bed, where 1 feigned sleep. "Pulr wee mannle," I heard him say, dropping Into the Scotch tongue which he reserved for moments of emotion, "it's a long road he's starting on, and a hard one, too, or he'll no be like the rest o' ns." My mother scoured me well and dressed me in a clean new suit and took my cheeks between her hands and kissed me, and told me to work hard and grow up a good man like my father. At the gate I met John, and together we started down the turnpike of life. I spent the day becoming accustomed to my new environment, and marveling over a certain bald $pot on the teacher's head which shone resplendent when the light struck It a certain way, and wondering what possible advaritage it could be to a locomotive engineer to ° know that A had two slanting legs tied together in the middle. Two years later Marjorie and Jean started going to school, and we were proud boys Indeed as we led them up the aisle to the master's desk. In those days, when large families were still considered proper, two children were a comparatively small Impediment , Indeed, It was commonly said pmong the townspeople that the smallness of my father's family had made It possible for him to pay for and clear his farm. At any rate my mother was a person of leisure by comparison with neighbor women who were trying to clothe, clean, and discipline ten or twelve children apiece. The Lanes were In the same happy circumstances as ourselves, and being also our nearest neighbors, a considerable friendship had sprung up between the two families. This developed as we children grew older and had mutual interests in studies and sports. Jack--he was Jack now--and Jean often came over to our house on a winter's evening, bringing their school books, and the four of us sat about our big kitchen table poring over our studies or throwing or intercepting furtive glances between Jack and Marjorie, and, I may confess, between Jean and Frank. Jean was fair, with large blue eyes and clear pink cheeks and lips that always'made me think of roses. They seemed always as delicate and tremulous as a rose leaf after rain. At eight o'clock we would close our books, and mother would say, "Marjorie, you may bring up a basin of apples," or perhaps It would be a dozen ears of roasting corn, and we would sit about the fireplace, munching in great happiness. Then we would have a game of blind man's buff. In which I had a way of catching Jean, or button, button, who's got the button? or hlde-the-handkerchtef. And at nine Jack and Jean would leave for home, and we would go with them to -their gate, and I would help Jean where the drifts were deep. And Marjorie and I would walk back arm In arm, and she would talk an unnecessary lot about Jack. Jean's flrst poem was written about this time. She developed It one night while ostensibly busy at her studies, and slipped It Into my hand when we parted in front of her house. I hurried home, but my mother and Marjorie sat so close to the lamp that I had no opportunity to read It until I went upstairs to bed. Then I smoothed the crumpled little sheet and read-- When I am old -- And very tall X hope my name Will be Mrs. Hall. I lay awake for hours that night? joyously piecing together bits of rhyme, but I was no versifier, and bad to be content with prose. I put it in very matter-of-fact form on my slate, which I managed next day to leave on Jean's desk: "Your proposal is accepted.--F. H." When I was twelve Granny Lane died, and after that Mr. and Mrs. Lane often came over, too. As we worked at our lessons we would hear the restless clicking of our mothers' knitting needles, while our fathers fought over their checker board In a silence broken only by an outburst of triumph upon some clever strategy, or of chagrin when some deep-laid scheme had gone agley. Or sometimes the men would lay aside the board and, turning their chairs toward the flre, with their pipes well lit and glowing In the bowl, would begin to recount tales of their youth when they were part of the locust army of ax men that had swept through the land and in some strange way had left standing the great tree at the end of our farm. Then lessons Excellent Idea It Umbrejla "Exchange" Brussels appears to be tho only city which has a well-organized umbrellaborrowing bureau. The annual subscription is low, but If every umbrellauser were to Join such a society. Its income would be enormous. The idea is rather similar to that In force at the British museum, National gallery and other public institutions, where you are required to deposit your "gamp" before being allowed to go round the galleries. You get a ticket of metal, or a bone disk, which will redeem your umbrella at any time; only. In the case of the umbrella exchange, the umbrella is not your own, but the property ot the society. Each member, on paying his subscription, receives a token, usually of metal stamped with an index number, which he carries in his pocket Instead of an umbrella in his hand. When caught by the rain, all he has to di is to go *o one of the society's agencies, which are tobaceo sbepa, restaurants and big stores, and hand over the token, to be Immediately provided w|th an umbrella. When the rain ceases tho borrower deposits his umbrella In the next agency he happens to pass, and In exchange receives another counter. At Any College Homecoming day is the time when aluiuui come back to the old alma uiater. criticize the furniture, fresh men and architecture of the bouse, reorganize the football team, weep wildly at the ivy, declare things weren't that Way when they were in college, and express great wonder as to where the younger generation is going. Then It rains.--Colorado Do#* ; * were forgotten, and we children drew silently close to the flre, as, big-eyed and flushed with adventure, we entered the enchanted halls of Romance. It was when I was fourteen, and about to enter the mill, that mother was taken sick. I had never known mother to be sick, and It was hard to understand the silent house and tho darkened room. Mrs. Lane came over and took charge, and Marjorie stayed at home from school to help. One day as I came up the path Marjorie met roe with, "Mother wants you," so I went Into the room. Father was there; It seems he had not gone to the mill that afternoon. He was sitting on a chair with his elbows resting on his knees' and his cheeks between his hands, and a stray beam of light from the afternoon sun fell through the window and across his forehead. I wondered that I had never noticed- before bow old ho was. "Is that you, laddie?" my mother called In a thin, weak voice, and I came beside the bed. "My boy, my boy!" she said, and her face worked Btrangely, but she could say nothing more than just "my boy." Then I knelt beside her, not knowing what else to do, and she put one of her thin hands In my hair, and ran her fingers slowly, with a strange sort of caressing, up and down and about my head. And then an odd thing happened. She began to slug, In a strange, high, tremulous key. "The Lord Is My Shepherd." She did not sing it as you have heard It in church, but with a gentle rhythmic beat, like a lullaby, just as she had sung It to me many a time when I was a little child. After a while she seemed to fall asleep, and I slipped out again. Father had never moved, but beads of sweat were standing on his forehead. Marjorie met me, round-eyed and pale, at the door. "Oh, Frank I Is mother going--Is mother going--to die?" The last words were, breathed rather than spoken. "I don't know," I said, pushing by her and gulping at something In my t h r o a t . . . . After mother's death Marjorie had to stay at home from school and take charge of the house. Marjorie had a vast native ability behind her deep black eyes, and In a short time matters were running as smoothly as could be hoped. I took a job In the mill--my dream of being a locomotive engineer had vanished almost with by baby teeth--and I was now working from seven In the morning until six at night for a consideration of_ three dollars a week. My father earned ten dollars a week, so we were In easy circumstances. There were no picture shows to tempt our spare quarters, nor automobiles to make us envious of our more fortunate neighbors. Jack Lane also took a job In the mill, when I did. We graduated Into long trousers together, and made our youthful excursions, arm In arm. Into the town on Saturday nights. Jack was a handsome boy, with the fair skin and hair of his sister Jean, and many a coquettish eye was turned on him as we strolled about the little town, or even as be worked at his post In the mill. But while Jack was by no means above a mild flirtation, he used to dismiss such events with the comprehensive remark, "They're not in the class of Marjorie --or Jean." We were eighteen when the accident happened to Peter Lane. He was working about a shaft, as he had done perhaps a thousand times before when some loose end of hia clothing lapped around It. He clutched the shaft and whirled with -It until the strength of his arms gave way;, then his body flew out and bis head struck a beam. . . . Outside the mill wheel placidly sprayed Ita mist of jewels as from tho hand af a fairy prince. Death has disorganized these two households oo closely associated. What Is their future? Seoaring Ash Volcanic ash is used in making scouring. soaps, abrasives and aimiiqr products.--Science Sobrtet (TO BE CONTINUED.) « • • Worth-While Furniture Gradual buying of worth-while furniture is so much more sensible than hasty selection of a panorama of pieces that do nothing more tl an relieve a home of utter barrenness. Apparently it never occurs to some people to buy part of a handsome suite when they can't afford the suite complete. 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