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He fed half of them the cus- tomary foods given to dogs; the other half were given a diet of oranges, ap ples and bananas. "At the end of three months," asserts Kennard, "those fed on fruit were noticeably in advance, physically, of thelr brothers, and the eventual result of the éxperiment was that the fruitsalad pups all become first-class hounds, whereas only three of thole fed on meat, fish and biscuit grew into good dogs. Ome of them died, and two others developed ric- kets." Later the veterinarian repeated the experiment with Pomeranians, In three months the fruit-fed dogs grew almost beyond recognition into the size of large fox terriers, while the others lagged far behind. When the puppies that were fed fruit got the dis- temper it passed off quickly, Didn't the doctor let the pups have a bone to sharpen their teeth on, we wonder? a Dark Ray Found to Pierce Smoke. A dark ray, which it is sald will enable the operator to pierce fog or smoke and see what is beyond, was exhibited by J. L. Baird, inventor of the televisor, in his London labora- tory; the new invention is called "noctovision." Its inventor claims it will render naval gnd military smoke screens useless in warfare. It may : also banish the element of surprise from naval and militany aerial actions, and make it possible to locate fleets in the skies or at sea. In the presence of Admiral Mark Kerr, and others, Baird transmitted a doll's features through an artificial fog, produced by chemicals, so dense as to nearly choke his assistants. = The new ray is a sort of invisible searchlight, which it is said, has 16 times the penetration power of ordi- nary light through fog or smoke. The ray makes a sound when it encoun- ters a solid object or even a ray of light. Each object produces a dif- ferent sound, from which it is pos- sible to determine its nature. via Industry. I am the sport and passion of young minds; I call tor men bare-armed and fresh of soul, Ready to sweat and fight and risk and dare, To master, to excel, and to control. I am a struggle in the dust and smoke, 'Where wheels are whirling and the broad beits fly, I am the march of mankind from the past, To frontiers wide, adventurous and high. I am the game of Progress, where man's art Against the power of the Spheres is hurled. I am the Creation carried on anew In the beginning of a greater world. ~--Herbert G, Sisson in Forbes Maga- zine. a pepe Alaska's Flag Designed by 13-Year-Old Boy. . . | Alaska is to have an official flag, designed by a 13-year old boy. The Territorial House of Repre- sentatives has given its approval and voted $2,000 for sending Benny | beyond the nerve of any of them, even | I'm trying again." 8 of ho Sain | b PART IIL Somebody cried: "Miriam! Miriam! What is it?" Miriam's . voice came f strangled: "Shiss! Shiss! Not so loud. Don't anger it," 4 "It? What?" demanded a voice dropped to a low note of fear. An Miriam's shaking voice called softly: "A jararaca! In the room with me a jararaca. Oh, for God's sake save me!" Jararacal The mere sound of it turned them to water. It is the name of terror in those low jungle swamps. It is not merely the snake whose bite kills it is the snake that fights. It will face its enemy; it will attack. No wonder they stood rooted there. Most of them were big men, brave men, men afraid of nothing on earth, and they would face it on fair foot- ing. But to face an angry jararaca in that narrow, pitch-black room was though a woman's life was at stake. Horribly petrified they stood, then: "Oh, it's coming near!" screamed Miriam. They heard the frantic heave of he: body on the bed--and the hiss. The cold, sibilant hiss that seems to curdle the very spinal marrow, the hiss that hynotizes in its cold, low evil. The hiss that gave the Rabbit a paralysis of terror, They heard him leap now, heard his half-stifled gasp of fear. They knew how he was feeling, Val's voice, strangely thick, came: "My God, we've got to do something! That poor kid helpless in there with ~--with it. Got to do somthing." Then somebody® stepped quickly through the door of the sickroom, stepped right into the dark room where that deadly horror was lurk- ing, angry and eager to strike. Some- body with a courage beyond any of their courage was facing the jara- raca. A match scratched, flared up. The somebody was Calvin Boldre-- the Rabbit. The Rabbit, the man who became backboneless with panic at the mere hint of a snake. The Rabbit, who was not a real man at alll | the sir, the ro smashed eyes. But they weren't thinking of that. They watched with tortured anxiety those slow instants between the strik- ing of the match and the growth of its flame. A matter of half seconds only, but it seemed eternity. They saw: his outline, crouched, alert, saw that | he held in his hand a billiard cue which one of them had been mending. They saw it in a flash, saw him side- step in a flash and drop the match, and as the flame died they saw the hurtle of a long, ropelike body across' the flame and the thud against some piece of furniture that told of the miss and the rattle of things flung down as the savage death-dealer turns ed in rage. Sheer and horrible blackness again. The Rabbit completely out of sight-- hidden in there with the jararaca. "Could snakes see in the darkness?" Helen was asking herself. Was Cal- vin absolutely doomed? She found her heart crying out against such a thing. Light suddenly bursting out again from behind the door. They couldn't see Calvin Boldre, who had struck an- other match. He deliberately struck another match to draw his deadly foe. Then a little scream from Miriam. The swish of something through the alr, the smash of something struck. A plain and powerful "Damn!" from the Rabbit. "Got him?" cried Miriam's voice. "Chair spoiled my stroke," said Calvin Boldre. "Keep quiet, Miriam, Again the light, again that delib- erate drawing of death. A scuffle, a stamp, a shout of fear from Calvin Boldre. Then Miriam's voice scream- ing: 5 Ho's got the Rabbit! Killed him! What are you all doing out there to allow-" "Shut up. Miriam!" came Calvin Boldie's voice edgily. "He hit me, but didn't bite. I'm quite all right." "A msteh burst out agaif; but this time it wasn't held. Those on the vérandah saw it soar through the air and fall to the floor. It burned there for a moment in a small flame. Only for a moment, but it was enough. The jararaca attacked it. Against the light Vii aw the ous body, x mich head. i .| Tint them in ordinary BY DOUGLAS NEWTON. was shaking, the "Rabbit the Snake Killer," he | with his nervous, shaky smile, "I s: do you mind if I sit down? I rather cheap." ple | cheap." And as she helped him to a chair their eyes met and held, and j, there came into his something so won- derful that Helen was amazed at her self for ever thinking him incon- splcuous, & : For now she understood him as they all understood him. He had funked that pararaca, funked it with a sheer, backboneless panic quite beyond their understanding. Their own fear of the snake had been bad enough, it was nothing beside the wringing ter- ror that had attacked him. And yet| he had been the only one of them to go in and face that terror. ot Insignificant and ridiculous he might have seemed and more fearfil than any of them, but he was a finer man, with a finer courage than any there, Veal admitted it. "You have us beat, Rabbit. You're a better man than any of us." He said to Helen later: "I talked like a fool about: Boldre the other day. He's a magnificent chap. We were blind not to see it." "Yes," said Helen, with bright "Blind--but we are beginning to see." Her brother Maurice drove all this home when he returned. Miriam had told him all about it, but Helen had to speak of it. "Yes," said Maurice. "Thank God, Calvin was on the spot. He never fails anybody." Maurice took-Calvin Boldre so much for granted that Helen had to say: "And yet one would never think--" "Rot!" said Maurice curtly. "You're going by his build. He can't help the, way he's made. He always has been the right stuff, all through, and a true sportsman." - "Yes," said Helen, though her bro- ther's tone had been deliberately challenging. "Oh, you do think that?" smiled her brother when she had refused to be drawn. "I imagined that perhaps you followed popular opinion. You know, the others thought that be- cause he didn't play games with them. . or join their bush expeditions. he wasn't a sportsman. As a matter of fact, it was because he was, He knows that he hasn't the physique .up to, their standard and so keeps in the background not to spoil their fun for them. That's real sportsmanship, I hold." "It is, it is," cried Helen warmly, "gnd we were idiots not to appreciate it. But, but it's all going to be made up to him, the dear!" : "The dear!" said her brother, laughing and lifting his brows. "We're very ardent in our champion- ship." \ ele Oy "Naturally," she "said, blushing. "I'm championing my future-husband, Maurice." > "By Jove," he cried. He looked at "Gplly colored frocks this 'Spring! | Underthings in soft shades to matoh. Rs bet and the arms. you home to your The equable climate of Canada's Maritime Provinces, with its benefical degree of humidity, is noted for its healthfulness, and is one of the grea est assets of the region. 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From the kitchen came the sound of voices; his mother's volce, appraising, quiet and even; the voice of the stranger, quick and vol- uble. The boy went into the kitchen and stood beside his mother, He watched the peddler;spread out his wares; bright-colored cottons and Hnens spread on the white-scoured top bt the kitchen table; strange trinkets that glittered and shone; mirrors and lace; brighf-tinted combs, and hand- Kerchiefs spread out on' the kitchen chairs. Billy's eyes grew round as he looked upon 'the extent of thé treasures that came out of the pack, and he watched the glint of gold earrings and the shining. of teeth as the stranger. talked, and the quick flitting of hands that brought out treasures endlessly. Billy lifted himself on tiptoe, and' gazed into the depths of the pack. The Real Treasure. There was a whistle there in the bottom of the pack, and such a whis tle! bright and shining, and with a cord all red and white and blue to go around the neck. Billy gave his mother's apron a quick, imploring tug, and pointed at the whistle, And then, he had It in his hands, with the loop around hie neck, and his mother's ™ hand was resting on his head, and the peddier was smiling with a network of tiny wrinkles around his eyes, and & great flashing of gold earrings. Billy walked out through the woodshed, and the murmur of voices flowed again over his head, unheeded. With his eyes on the whistle his feet carried him straight back to the foot of the willow tree. _ Back in the old carriage seat when the peddlér came out of the house, | Billy watched him bow himself effu- | sively out into the lane; watched him go down the driveway under the trees; | with the sunshine dappling his dust- WLR _ [colored hat and his great pack; 1 - watched him as he trudged away up | the sun:drenched road toward the next - farmhouse. Then his gaze went back to the whistle in his hand. He turned it over and over for the hundredth time, Over in the barn a hen cackled suddenly, a quick outburst of sound that fluttered across the yard like an unfurled pennant in a rush of wind. Billy closed his eyes, put the whistle to his lips, and blew! an entrancing, slender shrillness that mounted straight up like a slight shaft. He opened his eyes and f them up- 'on the whistle, as he turned it over and over inyhis hands. The hen led her brood back under the willow tree, clucked reassuringly, scratched ex pectantly In the black earth, and cast : & complacent eye over her tiny family,