. sirable speed is not dangerous; it “/ glanced through the window to find| a5 am a ‘ABBOTSFORD, SUMAS AND MATSQUI NEWS When you can’t sleep, it’s because your nerves won't let you. Don’t. Waste lime “‘counting sheep.” Don’t lose half your needed rest in reading. ‘Take two tablets of Aspirin, drink a glass of water—and go to sleep. This simple remedy is all that’s needed to insure a night's rest, IUs all you need to relieve a headache during the day—or to dispose of other pains. Get these Aspirin tablets ‘and you will get immediate relief. Aspirin dissolves immediately— gets to work without delay. This de- ~ does not depress the heart. Just be sire you get Aspirin tablets. ASPIRIN Trade-mark Reg. WILLIAM “4 (COND Service) Copyright by Willlam Byron Mewary Buzzard lifted the ‘plane out of the Big Alooska. With Alan directing him, he headed due north. One hundred and thirty miles away, nearly four hundred miles from Fort Endurance, a small tribe of Tinnehs lived along the western fringe of the Thal-Azzah. They were a timid, band, d into a region where other tribes scorned to live. Daye MacMillan had been their friend and they brought him their furs; and Alan, during his years at Endurance, had sent a pro- tective patrol to them twice a year. Joyce had found out where they were spending this summer; and Alan had a mission with their old head- man, Mugwa-Btthen. When the timber country began yielding to lakes and semi-muskeg, he got out his glasses and started searching ahead for their camp. At & height of five thousand feet he could: sweep a region of more than two hundred thousand acres. The eyes of an eagle, the wings of a bullet-swift curlew, and that big-barreled Brown- ing machine gun—through luck and driving purpose and a faith in his du- ious plan, he had smashed through obstacles till now he held the power and heavy odds over those bandits. The sure knowledge of this was about all that was left to him, His work in the Mounted, his life here in the North, were both gone; and Buz- zard’s cataclysmic words last eve- ning had showed him that his secret hope toward Joyce had been a fool's hope, a fool's wistful thinking. How low he must have fallen in her estimation, that she should burn his gift to her! At first it had seemed a little cruel of Joyce to do that. But then he looked at the incident with relentless honesty, and he could’ not blame her. Once he and she had plan- ned to marry. People had spoken of it; it had been generally accepted along the River. She had liked him, loved him. What must her feelings have been as she watched his rela- tions with Elizabeth, and saw him en- gaged to another girl and coming no more to the Big Alooska? She must have felt shame, a burning shame, at being jilted. Month after lonely month of that—it had been an out- rage to her girlhood, Nothing she could do to him could be so heartless low him, Alan could follow the crude finger map without once being in doubt. . . . That should be the great blue-water lake which Mugwa-Etthen had described. It should have islands in the center of it. On one of the islands near the north edge of the cluster the bandits should be camped, if they had not moyed on. “Swing north!” he shouted at Buz- zard, ‘Those islets there to them- selves... . .” The machine swerved and thun- dered closer, One by one Alan started to search the five. On the first one, nothing. On the second, nothing. But on the third , . . . He started sud- denly as he caught that center one in clear focus. Below them on that cen- ter island, conspicuous to their sky patrol. stood a solitary dirty white tent. ‘After a few moments Alan had presence of mind again. He “leaned forward and shouted instruction: “Drop down to a thousand feet. Fly over that island again. slow. Want to study it carefully before we start things.” Buzzard ‘dropped down, swung around. As the ‘plane sailed over a second time, Alan drew the island up to him studying the tent sharply, he saw a movement of the flap-front and distinguished a man’s face, up- turned, peering at them. One bandit there at least! But the others? ...- ‘A guess shot into his mind: those CHAPTER X—Continued. For a moment, groping about to re- trieve his blunder, Buzzard hardly imew what to say or do. There had been no mistake; he had seen that - incident with his own eyes when he where Alan was, He debated whether to draw back from his statement or to plunge ahead and tell the rest of it—Joyce’s momentary battle, the shudder that swept her whole body when she put the scarf into the stove, and the quick blinding tears that se dashed away. He thought: “Better not get any deeper into this. I'd only blunder again. Better back out entirely.” He stammered: “I might have made a mistake. I might—uh—it might have been the wrapping paper. I just merely saw her put—uh—something into—and I jumped to conclusions. ‘Must have been the wrapper. Why would any person want to burn up a gift like that? Let's forget it.” His tones carried no conviction. He realized it himself. Alan disbelieved him; Alan knew Joyce had burned the scarf he gave her. Cursing himself hotly, Buzzard _ 2 fooked out across the purpling river. we “4 get away carly. I was thinking ‘He had meant only the best, and he had dealt Alan a savage pitiless blow. After a little time Alan said to him; “You'd better go up, Buzzard; she may be waiting for us.” “Aren't you going?” “No—not now; I don’t much care, « » « I don't waht supper.” Something in his voice warned Buz- zard not to urge him, As he turned away, Alan said, in the tones of a man who has made some hard and abiding decision: “When you've had supper, back down here; I'll help you with ‘that work; we'll do it now, so we can __ this’ evening—something’ else. that’s out now... . .” «At three o'clock the next morning come | —for But to locate rat others had probably gone hunting for caribou over east at the foule. As though that watcher there be- low realized what this ominous cir- cling meant and had become panicky, a puff of white, a single puff, burst from the flap-front. Confident the man was alone and the others were gone, Alan decided to take this ban- dit alive. He needed information about the others, and information about that pack of furs to clear Daye MacMillan. While Buzzard circled at a safe dis- tance, he tore a page from a memo book and printed a message: as what he had done to her. Through the propeiler disk he at last sighted the Indian camp; a clus- | ter of brown leather tents beside a |lake where the band was passing the aepe near their fish weirs, Buz- zard roared over the camp and bank- ed to alight, Old Mugwa-Etthen, a} gnarled and wrinkled old savage, | stalked up and gravely bade them welcome. After this flood season of heavy rains, Alan knew there were a few areas in the watery wilderness of the -Thal-Azzah where a party of men could camp. He himself had only a hazy idea where those areas lay; but| “If you shoot again, we'll splatter this old headman, Mugwa-Etthen, | You and that island into the lake with | Who-Follows-the-Caribou, had lived|0Ur machine guns. Stand out.in the his life along the border of that great | lear. No weapons on you. Don't try marsh and knew it better than any | 8y crooked move after we light.” man alive, and could probably give| He wrapped the message around a ‘him a pretty definite idea where to | monkey-wrench and handed it to Buz- | look. zard. From wartime practice of drop- | Very wisely, Joyce had kept from | ping “eggs” on ammunition dumps letting the nomad bands know any-|and second-trench Flammenwerfer | thing about the police defeat. The|and camouflaged batteries of Krupp Shagalasha maintained order in 50 | 79's east of Verdun, with no aerial huge a territory largely through their | sights except two nails and a string reputation of never failing, and the| along the fuselage, Buzzard was a |news of their stinging defeat would | good judge of speed, altitude and the do incalculable harm. Joyce had not |right split-instant to release. Whirl- even told old Mugwa-Etthen. ing over the island, a few hundred After pledging the headman to si-| Yards up, he planted the missile with- lence, in guttural Tinneh Alan began |!" @ dozen paces of the flap-front. | sketching the story of the robbery| AS they looked back they saw the and battle. As he told of the bandits |™an run out to it, read the message, escaping u the Alooska, he noticed hesitate a moment, and then raise his that the old chief suddenly became | left arm, waving something white. all interested. A pistol-shot off the island the ‘Alan looked at him keenly. “Some-|'Plane lighted: Buzzard stayed in thing’s up,” he thought, ‘T'ye stum-|the machine, Alan and Bill got out bled onto something.” He demanded: | the canvas canoe, slipped automatics “When I wa-wa two three breaths |into their pockets, took rifles prom- ago you start like hit buck. Why?” | inently in hand and went ashore. Drawing a crude map of the Thal-| While Bill searched the bandit for Azzah with his bony forefinger, the | hidden revolver, Alan looked at him ees headman sprang bis astounding curiously. He was a strange charac- news. |ter to find in this country. Slant- Ten suns ago, he said, Tukeok and| eyed, his skin olive, he looked as | another young buck had gone west-| though he had oriental blood in his ward into the Land of Many Waters | veins. The rag he had waved in token | trapping. One evening they heard the | arm dangled limp at his side. boom-boom of fire-sticks far away| Alan demanded, “Are you the fel- southwest. Slipping up, timid, cau- | low we hit in that fight?” ' FULL OF PEP” After taking Lydia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compound ‘That's what hundreds of women say, It steadics the nerves . . . makes you eat better... sleep better... relieves periodic headache and backache...makes trying days endurable. If you are not as well as you ‘want to be, give this medicine a chance to help you. Get a bottle fcom your druggist today. tious, they saw some strange men| “Chink” Woolley nodded. shooting wavies for food. They saw| ‘Are those other men out hunt- a tent, a camp on an island... . . , | ing?” Alan asked, “or where?” For several minutes, fighting down| Woolley batted his eyes slowly, as a wild elation, Alan forced himself to|though taking thought. “Huntin’, crouch there, asking questions, fixing | yes,” he managed. that map and that spot unforgettably| “Which way?" in his mind, “North'east.” At the wigwams he rejoined Bull, (To Be Continued). “Come on! Let's be getting into the air! An hour and a half from now ‘There are many metals lighter than we'll be saying it with a machine gun, aluminium. The lightest of all, lith- When we flew up here we brought our | jum, will float on water like a cork. luck along!” ———_—_. From his height of three thousand The collection of refuse costs Lon- W. N. U. 1993 feet, reading the country spread be-!don $4,000,000 annually, colonies for autumn|of surrender was a sling. His right | High Above the Clouds Test Ballons Sent Up From Airport At Calgary Canada’s knowledge of conditions | in the stratosphere high above the clouds has been enriched by recovery of nine of 16 meterological balloons | | released at the Calgary airport since | last August. | Announcement of the recovery of | the ballons Was made by Lieut.-Com- | mander C. H. Bromley, representative of the Dominion meterological service at Calgary, who released two of the ballons each month. The tests, in con- junction with other work being car- ried on ag Canada’s share in the inter- national polar year investigations, will be continued until the close of the polar year in August of this year. | Nine miles above the earth—a mile |short of the height reached by Pro- fessor Auguste Piccard in his balloon ascension to investigate the strato- spheres—was the highest any of the balloons released here reached. Some expanded and burst when only three miles high, but the average altitude reached was 40,000 feet—almost eight | miles. Appointed a Deputy | King George Got Out Of a Difficulty Created Long Ago In connection with the annual Easter vestry meetings it is recalled |that about 150 years ago the King ees elected church warden. It was George III. who was given this dis- tinction by the famous London |enureti St. Martin-in-the-Fields, but |his majesty did not take it as a com- pliment and refused to serve, Buckingham Palace being in thi parish church members at a vestry meeting, probably moved by some freakish whim, named the King as the people's warden for a year. The monarch’s refusal to accept the office led to a threat to take action at law | to compel him to do so. The question ‘as to how far the sovereign in his | private capacity might be bound to jundertake such duties was left in | doubt because King George got out of the difficulty by accepting election ies then appointing a deputy. | ® THE RHYMING OPTIMIST Aline Michastio— YOU HAVE COME BACK You have come back; the garden ways Are bright as in those other days When violet And mignonette And larkspur flowered to win your praise. You have come back; the old house glows Again as gracious as a rose. Through every room Like rare perfume The magic of your presence flows. You have come back, | dear, |The wonder of your being here | Brings back anew Old dreams we knew | And love we lost in yesteryear! and O, my Age Of Technocracy | Machine Power Shown To Be Much Cheaper Than Man Power | The Montreal aldermanic relief | committee has set out to determine just what are the differences between man-power and machine-power in la- bor, and here are some of the results: 1, One mechanical truci¢ loader and operator equals 52 men. | 2. Loader fills a truck in five min- utes; the gang requires from 40 to 60 | minutes. 8. Cost per truck; Loader, 60 cents; gang, $20.40. | 4. Cost per truck; Loader, 12 cents; gang, between $2 and $4. | These preliminary data will be checked in a more extended experi- | ment on a pipe-laying job next. The | test grew out of the demand that la- |bor-saving machines be done away with and unemployed laborers substi- | tuted. | By adding artificial dyes to their | food, chickens with beautifully color- ed plumage are being reared in Eng- land. = Ca THE A HOUSEHOLD OINTMENT Rheumatism Contentment Without Riches Man Found Peace In Life After Fortune Was Gone In Newton, Iowa, 1s a man, Frank |F. Failor, 74, who has lived three lives, At 27 he was known as the richest cattle and purebred swine breeder in the middle west. He wore a silk topper, drove fast horses, and to out- do his neighbors beyond possible |doubt, hired negro servants to wait ee him. That was Life No. 1. | Shortly his success faded. He be- kidneys to no box at all druggists. |came penniless, and turned recluse, | ryryTiid |@ man disgruntled with life, gloomy | Hou ae a ygbt and soured with mankind. That was Kigyr0S BEST Ren 1 Life No. 2. EV AND BLADOER He became interested {n religion and began to practise it conscien- tiously. His interests broadened and he started growing flowers about his little shack. He had started Life No. Slaughter Of Wild Life Man’s Love Of Sport and Woman’s Vanity Are Blamed "s Dr. A. H. B. Kirkman, secretary | for wild life, University of London | Animal Welfare Society, speaking at a meeting recently, entered a protest against cruelty to animals and birds. Vain women, ignorant gamekeepers, egg collectors and certain unjustifi- Failor still lives in the shack, al-| able medical purposes were to blame, though he is worth more now, meas-| he sald, for cruelty to countless num- ured by the financial yardstick, than | bers of animals and birds. : hig ever was in Life No. 1. There were at least 100,000,000 Failor safd he had learned that suc-| pelts entering the different marketa cess and failure, after all, were rela-| of the world, excluding moles, rabbits tive matters, but that peace of mind | and muskrats, in 1928, and 3,500,000 and happiness were important frag-| skins were exported from Australia ments of life which every person | alone, “The vanity of women,” he owed to himself. said, “is partly responsible for this but in connection with the of animals and birds gen- erally I think the sporting instincts, as they call them, of men are aa much at fault. In Sumatra families of the orang-utang are being caught by natives and sent to civilized coun- tries to be used for certain medical purposes which are absolutely un- justifiable. They are a dying race of animals for the most part.” oo Today, tucked away among the gleaming, glass roofs of greenhouses at the outskirts of Newton is the same shack, It has been so built over and around with flower houses and other buildings devoted to flori- culture and gardening that few per- sons realize its presence. Little Helps For This Week | “This God is our God forever and ever; He will be our guide even unto death.”"—Psalm 48:14. Be still my soul; thy God doth under- take To guide the future as He has the past; Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake, All now mysterious shall be bright at last.—J. Borthwick. Curse Of High Tariffs World Has Been Going Crazy Over Ralsing Trade Barriers Tariffs throughout the world must come down, Hon. R. J. Manion, Minis- ter of Railways and Canals, said in the House of Commons recently. Ac- tion, however, must be taken on & world-wide scale and it would be sul- cide for Canada, or any other single country to lower its tariffs while high | duties are maintained by the rest of the world. “I believe there is such a thing as going crazy over tariffs,” said the minister, “and I think that is what the world has done.” Dr. Manion made his tariff com- ment by way of an aside as he was piloting amendments to the railway pill through the House. B. J. Young, veteran free trade Liberal from y , Sask., had just ascribed low railway earnings to trade barriers and the minister agreed the reopening of channels of trade now closed would give the railway business a better He has kept and folded us from ten thousand ills when we did not know if. In the midst of our security we should have perished every hour but that He sheltered us. ‘from the terror by night and the arrow that flieth by day’—from the powers of evil that walle in darkness, from snares of our own evil will. He has kept us even from ourselves and saved us from our own undoing. Let us read the traces of His hand fn all our ways, in all the events, the changes and chances of this troubled state, It is He that folds and feeds us, that makes us to go in and out,—to be faint or firid pasture, to He down by the still waters, or to walk by the way that is parched and desert—H. E. Manning. DOCTORING YOUR DAIRY HERD Cows: aren't machines. They can ese on hice) Bul Minard’s [oo Liniment makes it easy to care for their ills. Mrs. Thos. Bulmer of May Have New Industry Lardo, B.C., found one of her herd with a lump in her udder. “I rubbed it with Minard’s Liniment”, she says, “‘and it soon got better.” Minard’s is best for Cuts, Bruises, Colic, Distemper, etc., and equally good in stable or in house, Weil named “King of Pain”, rr) Mucllage Likely To Be Made From Manitoba Black Poplar Making of mucilage from black poplars may be the next development of Manitoba's natural resources. The Balm of Gilead tree, wide- spread in Manitoba, contains large quantities of gum which may serve as a basis for adhesive. The forest committee of the industrial develop- ment board has been authorized to carry out tests on using the product commercially. eS Not So Ignorant Small Boy—'I don't think the gen- tleman next door knows much about music.” “i Mother—“Why?” Small Boy—“Well, he told me this morning to cut my drum open and see what was inside it.” Reciprocal Trade Agreement Tariff Concessions Between Great) Britain and Germany Oyer Limited Field Reciprocal trade and tariff conces- sions between Germany and Great Britain were announced recently. The quota for British coal exports to Ger- many has been nearly doubled and in return the United Kingdom makes tariff concessions over a limited field. ‘The announcement of arrangements of increased trade with Germany fol- lows upon an earlier statement de- claring a new trade agreement with Denmark by which Great Britain’s | A little vinegar sprinkled Tasyeet market in Denmark for her industrial | white sink and left for a fey’ products will be greatly increased in } utes before being washed off pul wo return for increased quotas granted | move rust stains. to Danish dairy and agricultural pro- ducts. "rustea Glasgow has a public graft scan- | del, Friendship Tours Org “Friendship Tours,” organized over- seas, will bring parties of British wo- men to Canada and United States to | attend the International Congress of Women and the World's Fair at Chi- cago in July, according to word re- celved at the Canadian National Rail- ways Passenger Department, Mon 3s feat of white or colonced treal. Information indicates that ff Daper for kitchen use—covering about 200 British women will join the || shelves, lining drawers, etc, tours es @oploford parereagoucts In a battlo of tongues, a woman WN HAMILTON, ONTARIO rarely holds her own.