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Barry, the DogHero of.
St. Bernard Pass
BY EVA MARCH TAPPAN.
PART IL
eager and resss, but not troubled.
The St. Bernard dogs were kept in It was "in the -blood," as the school -
Berne until they were nearly grown, master had said, and although they
because the intense cold c the pass obeyed when the monk called, Come,
was too severe for them when young. children, and Test a bit,"they gazed
Carl had known from the first that wistfully at the path that stretched
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as soon as Barry was old enough he before them. f
must go to the good fathers at the They came to a deep and narrow
pass, but when one is only ten, "old any
d rugged valley known as the Val-'
leof Death because so many had
been lost in its winter snows. The,
path wound from side to side, cross-
ing the roaring torrent of a river and
recrossing it again and again. Deep
chasms yawned between the rocks;
precipices stretched up to the sky;'
the patches of snow grew larger and
deeper, and the gullies overflowed
with. it. The excited dogs gathered.
around the young monk and he talked
to them gently and quietly.
"It is all right, niy children," he+
said. "It is only a little farther be-
fore we conte to home and supper.
Listen! Do you hear that?" The
dogs pricked up their ears, for up the
height, not so very far away, they
heard the friendly barking of dogs of
their own breed.
A turn in the pathway widened the
view, and in the twilight the dogs
could see a great building with little
windows and massive walls of gray
stone. This was the Hospice, where
"Pll surely come. Barry," whisper- of all who asked for hospitality not
ed Carl with his arms around the dog's one was refused. The tired dogs were
neck. Barry licked his cheek, then fed and with a kindly word and a pat
followed the monk, stranger as he from the monks they were sent to bed
was. to rest for the new life that lay be -
"Barry knows he is going to his fore them.
• work," said the schoolmaster, For seven centuries monks had kept
Suddenly the dog stood still, then this Hospice open for all who came,`
turned back, put his paws on the whether wealthy people travelling for
boy's shoulders, licked his cheek once pleasure or workmen coming from
more and set off for the fierce strug- Italy into Switzerland to find work,
gle with the cold and the snow and or peasants who had taken this short -
the tempests of the upper mountains. est and cheapest way of going from
But when the monk and his dogs one country to another. They put
i-egan the climb no one would have money into the little box in the chapel
thought that they were going 'o .a if they were able and chose, but no
place of cold and storm. There was one was ever asked for a penny.
no shade on the path and the sun was Many thousand came every year. The
blazing hotly. Flowers were every- 'convent bell rang at all hours of
where. The rocks were carpeted with night and day; but even he who ar-
heather and in their clefts and amongrived at midnight always found a hot
the boulders the yellow violets were supper and a bed waiting for him and
growing. Pansies made wonderful) in the morning there was breakfast
splashes of purple gorgeousness; and a "God bless you!" as he started
against the brilliant green of the to continue his journey.
grass. In the shadows of the woods! When the ten months of winter be -
lady slippers stood with dignity and 'gan then came the terrible snow.;
grace. Alpine roses with their fresh' storms, covering with treacherous
green Laves came out bravely into,
bridges the chasms between the rocks,'
the sunshine. changing the places of the drifts,'
Up, up, they went. Here and there rooting up the trees, hiding the fa-'
were ,pataracts slipping over the pre-' miller streams and every trace of the'
cipices. Wisps of white clouds gath-! pathway. Travelers became exhaust-`
Bred around the peaks. The sunshine` ed; they stopped to rest; the fatal
was no longer golden and burning, mountain sleepiness overpowered
but chilly and pale. The deep ravines : them, and unless help came swiftly
grew deeper and darker. The wind that was the end.
rose and began to roar through the! It was at such times as these that! treee and the pines. Now and then, the monks went forth in anxious
thedogs pricked up their ears at the` search. No one went without a dog,'
sound of a distant avalanche. They; and the dog was always in the lead
looked startled and expectant. What He pushed on wherever he thought
were they coming to? Tired as they best, and the monks never questioned,t
were, they sometimes dashed ahead of, but followed like little children which -1
the monk, plunging into the snow; ever way he might choose. More than
that was still deep in the gullies and once the, dags refused to go by the
floundering about in it, then running usual path, and in each i• Lance some'
back to their leader and gazing en-! good reason was found afterward for;
quiringly into his face, as if to ques- I their refusal. They kre w much by;
tion what it all meant. They were' instinct, but they were carefully
trained, and this training went onl
with most dogs for two years or more
before they could be sent out by;
themselves. They usually set out in
pairs. A blanket was bound to the.
back of each and a flask of wine was
tied around his neck. Their smell;
was so keen that they could find a
man even under a deep covering of
snow. Then they pawed until they
reached him. They licked his hands
and face and lay down beside him to
make hint warm. Sometimes they;
could arouse him so that by partly
dragging and partly by urging him
onward they could persuade him to'
push on to the. Hospice. If not they
barked till some one came to their;
aid.
On the night of Barry's arrival the
house was full of guests, and in the'
morning every one hurried out after'
breakfast to' see the famous dogs.'
They were having a regular good
time, howling and barking and rolling
in the snow and playing tricks on one.
another.
"They are our children; our, braves,'
our lay brothers," said the father with
a smile. "See what gentlemen they
are when they are introduced.- Jup-
iter!" he called, and a big dog came
forward and shook hands with one
of the vests. "1VIars I" was the next:
name. Mars was :the baby, Jupiter's
enough" is a long way off, and when
Barry was sent for, Carl was heart-
broken.
"Will you surely write me every
year and tell me if Barry is well," he
said with eyes brimful of tears to the
young monk who had come for the
dog
"But, Carl," said the boy's father
"you must not forget that the good
monks have much to do and many
lives to save."
"But Barry has a life, too," the boy
pleaded.
"I promise you," the young monk
sad gravely.
'And when 1 am grown up, will
you let me come to the Hospice and
help Barry to save people in the
storm?"
"If you still wish it when the time
comes, I do not doubt that there will
be a place for you," said the monk,
Iooking tenderly into the boy's earnest
face.
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SUMMER CARE OF THE RANGE.
The kitchen range is an article of
household equipment that is quite
likely to be overlooked at houseclean-
ing time. And yet no other piece of
equipment pays such large dividends
for proper care as does the wood: or
coal range.
Needless to say in order to give the
best service the range must be kept.
clean all the time; but before begin-
ning the summer cooking on the. oil
range you will find it pays to take
a day and do a thorough job of clean-
ing the kitchen range.
First take down the pipe and clean
it well. Take a stiff brush for doing
the final inside cleaning, Clean and
polish the outside.
Next clean out all the ashes thor-
oughly and finish this job with the
stiff long -handled brush.
Remove lids from the top of the
range and clean out these ashes, fin-
ishing with the stiff brush.
Now comes the flue between the
range and the reservoir. Clean this
with the brush only.
Take the scraper that comes with
the stove and insert in the little door
under the oven and clean all the ashes
thoroughly from this part of the
range.
Next comes the reservoir. Take
out all the water and clean and scour
the metal well. I)o not allow water
to stand in the reservoir if you will;
not use the stove during the summer.'
Clean and scour the oven thorough-!
ly, then paint it with aluminum paint. 1
Stove dealers tell me this is essential,
to the life of the stove as the range'
may otherwise rust. This should be!
done at least once a year.
If your stove has the polished top!
and the white enamel doors and back,!
as mine has, the rest of the cleaning
process is a joy, because it will look
so nice when finished.
Take warm soap suds and wash all
over, rubbing dry with a soft cloth'
that will polish. The white enamel is
the easiest part of the stove to keep-
clean.
Then go over the nickel with metal'
polish. Now the polished parts can
be gone aver with paraffin and pol-
ished. This gives a clean, shining and
altogether attractive surface.
The outside surface should be gone
over with antirust oil. If the stove
is to stand idle all summer it is best
to give the cherished polished top a
coat of vaseline.
During the summer while you are
using your oil range, cover the polieh-
ed top of your wood or coal range`
with newspapers. A fresh one can
be put on each morning, then the top
can be used as an extra table.
OVEN CANNING.
So many women have asked to do
oven canning that I feel sure a great
many more will be interested in the
method.
For the woman who uses her coal
range in canning this plan is both
economical and practical, for she can;
do the work while the top of the stove
is being used for something else, thus
saving fuel and time. Oven canning'
also does away with a. steamy kitchen,
which is never pleasant and might
cause plaster to fall.
For my oven canning I use a large
dripping or bread pan, insulating the l
jars from the bottom of this with a'
wooden frame made of lath. Several;
folds of newspaper will serve the,
same purpose. The filled cans are
put in and enough water poured in
the pan to come up about two inches'
on the jars.
If the food packed into the jars is,
cold then we pour cold or slightly
warm water around the jars. Boiling.
water would be likely to crack the
jars. But if we have previously cook I
ed the food to be canned and have.
packed it hot into the jars, then, off
course, we will set them in boiling 1
water.
Do not put on the jar rubbers at
this time, as the dry oven heat is very
destructive to them. Place the lids
on lightly; do not screw them down. I
Keep the jars at boiling temper-
ature, which is shown by motion
within the jars. A medium -hot oven
is just about right. From time to
time boiling water is added to re-
plenish that which has evaporated.
The length of time for cooking in
oven canning is the same as for the
hot water bath. When the cooking is
finished, remove the jars one at a
time, adjust the sterilized rubber and
screw the lid down tight.
BUTTERMILK FOR TAN.
With the summer wind and sun
comes something that country women
do not like and city women claim to
enjoy; namely, tan. In the country
you" have at hand some of the best
complexion aids there are; and one- is�
buttermilk. •
White living on a Western ranch
grandson; and when Jupiter had
marched away to shake hands,' the
little rascal of a Mars had jumped
into his grandfather's warm place It
was very comfortable, but he obeyed
and came forward, looking as lnis-
chievous as the rogue that he was.
"Oliver!" and Oliver carne forward
and shook hands in friendly fashion.
(To be concluded.)
Mir,ard's LinimentHeais Cuts.
I found a ,new way of using it that
works as an effective bleach and
cleanses as well or better than some
of the well-known massage creams. '
Use buttermilk at least a, day • old
as it bleaches better than when fresh.'
Apply as usual, let dry, then massage
of with more buttermilk, Tubbing it
in and out again. It will roll out
bringing the dirt and bleaching the
tan in a way more than satisfactory.
It is so much more comfortable than
leavingthe, sticky buttermilk on over:
night and your face does feel so fresh
and glowing. E. B.
HOW A. COUNTRY WOMAN
MADE MONEY.
A widow with a baby son and two
young daughters, living on a scrap
of a farm, six miles from a large city,
desirous of adding to her meager in-
come evolved the following plan and
successfully carried it out.
Her farm is situated on a bus line,
there is a telephone and mail delivery,
also a nice lake nearby where excel-
lent fishing is to be had. A small
stream running through the place has
sandy banks and sunny sand bars
where bathing is a delight and sun
baths popular. A bit of woodland
where wild flowers and berries grow
affords a pleasant place for 'picnics,
hikes, and the study of birds, barks
and botany.
This mother could not burden her-
self with summer boarders, so she
completely renovated an old roomy
barn which stood on the place back
from the highway, near a pleasant
grove of tall trees.
The barn was whitewashed inside
and out, and the roof was re-covered
with roofing paper. A trellis built
across the front was also whitewash-
ed and morning glories were trained
over it. The ground underneath this
trellis was covered with clean peb-
bles. The barn windows were cleaned
and curtained with stenclied cheese-
cloth.
With wallboard the loft (there are
stairs leading to it) was partitioned
off into four sleeping rooms, and four
double cots set up. The rough floors
were covered with fibre matting. A
large oil stove, dishes, kitchenware, a
table and chairs were brought from
the house, as she had more of these
than were needed for her own use. A
kitchen table, a couch, several wicker
rockers and two hammocks were pur-
chased second-hand at a reasonable
price. Cupboards, cabinets, magazine
racks and dressers were made of
rough Iumber and packing boxes
found on the place. Draped with
chintz they looked stunning. Four
mirrors 18x22 were purchased at a
second-hand store and cost $1.25 each.
The stalls of the barn floor were
converted into kitchenette, dining -
room, living -room and a "shower."
Inexpensive cotton blankets, mat-
tresses and unbleached muslin sheets
and pillow cases were provided. Pil-
lows were made of coarse muslin
stuffed with bright, clean 'straw fresh
from the mow. Silverware and linens
were left for the prospective tenants
to provide.
A one dollar ad. in the home town
paper brought seven girls who rented
the place for the months of June and
July and later decided to stay through
August and September. They were
young working girls and rode the bus
to and from work in the city each
day. They paid fifteen dollars per
week rent for their comfortable sum-
mer home, or $270 for the eighteen
weeks they spent in the country. The
total cost of renovating the barn did
not cost to exceed $100. During the
summer the enterprising landlady
sold the girl tenants the following
products from her farm garden, dairy
and home bake shop:
Cake, bread and pastry$ 59.70
Jellies, fruit and berries 29.40
Cheese, cream, milk, butter-
milk and butter 44.20
Dressed pigeons and fish
Dressed poultry and eggs
Smoked meats and lard
Potatoes and fresh vegetables
For doing fine laundry
9.80
18.00
9.15
82.20
64.00
Total $266.45
Rent of cottage 270.00
Grand tetal .... $536.45
Expenditures 100.00
Net gain ;....... ...$436.45
Cut garden flowers, vegetables,
fruits, cottage cheese and melons,
some fine woven rag rugs, patchwork
quilts and home-made jams and jellies
were sold at the door to friends of -'-
girl tenants and brought in an addi-
tional $187.25.—G. S.
A "Clean" Town.
The village of Valdese, in • North
Carolina, which is the home of the
only Waidensian colony in the South,
boasts that in the thirty-one years of
its existence no inhabitant ever has
been convicted of an offense against
the law.
Shrine to God of Babies.
Of the thousands of shrines in Kioto
the " quaintest and prettiest is that
dedicatelto Jizo, who is the god of
babies.
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of this new soap,dirt is gently loosened
and dissolved.
Even the dirt that is ground in at neck-
bands and cuff -edges yields to a light
rubbing with dry Rinso. Not a thread
is weakened. The mild Rinso suds work
thoroughly through and through the
clothes without injury to a single fabric.
Rinso is made by the makers of Lux. For the family
wash it is as wonderful as Lux is for fine things.
All grocers and department stores sell Rinso.
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A Poem You Ought to Know.
In the following poem there is no
high literary merit, but it remains pos-
sibly the most complete list of ob-
servations of the signs of coning rain
in the language. It was written by Dr.
Edward Jenner, the discoverer of vac-
cination.
The hollow winds begin to blow,
The clouds look black, the grass is low,
The soot falls down, the spaniels sleep,
The spiders from their cobwebs peep:
Last night the sun went pale to bed,
The moon in ha'oes hides her head;
The boding shepherd heaves a sigh,
For see, a rainbow spans the sky.
The walls are damp, the ditches smell,
Closed is the pink -eyed pimpernel.
Hark how the chairs and tables crack!
Old Betty's joints are on the rack;
Loud quack the ducks, the peacocks
ere',
The distant hills are seeming nigh.
How restless are the snorting swine,
The busy flies disturb the kine;
Low o'er the grass the swallow wings,
The cricket, too, how sharp he sings;
Puss on the hearth, with velvet paws,
Sits wiping o'er her whisker'd jaws.
Through the clear stream the fishes
rise,
And nimbly catch the incautious flies.
The glow-worms, numerous and bright,
Illumed the dewy dell last night.
At dusk the squalid toad was seen .,
Hopping and crawling o'er the green;
The whirling wind the dust obeys,
And in the rapid eddy plays;
The frog has changed his yellow vest,
And in a russet coat is dressed.
Though June, the air is cold and still,
The mellow blackbird's voice is shrill.
My dog, so altered in his taste,
Quits mutton -bones on grass to feast;
And see yon rooks how odd their
flight,
They imitate the gliding kite,
And seem precipitate to fall
As if they felt the piercing ball.
'Twill surely rain; I see with sorrow
Our jaunt must be put off to -morrow.
Nurse Plays Big Part in
Developing Character.
Quite an interesting book oould be
written upon the indebtedness of fa-
mous men in their childhood to the
influence of some old nurse. Lord
Shaftsbury, for instancce, to whose in-
fluence and perseverrnce so many of
the social reformers of the last cen-
tury were due, owed almost everything
to the religious influence of his nurse,
writes F. 0. H. in "The Homiletic Re-
view.
His mother was just a fine society
lady who apparently cared more about
being a beautiful hostess than a faith-
ful mother. He traced the beginning
of his Christian life to the influence
of that simple Christian woman. She
it was who taught him to love his
Bible. She was indeed his only guide.
Throughout his life he prayed the
prayer that she had taught his youth-
ful lips to speak.
Shaftesbury shared this inde.bt d-
ness to some simple serving t 1
with some of the foremost men of the
nineteenth century. Archbishop Tait's
mother died, whilst he was quite a.
child. He owed some of life's most
wholesome and abiding influences to
the nurse who presided over his youth-
ful destinies.
Dean Stanley was similarly indebted
and in the mid -course of his career
refused a royal command to dine with
Queen Victoria that he might attend
the funeral of his oldnurse. Men are
not supposed to refuse such royal com-
mands—once received that becomes
the day's supreme engagement; but
after all there are other engagements
of loyalty and of gratitude. Robert
Louis Stevenson affectionately sent a
copy of every new volume he publish-
ed to an old servant.
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For Sore Feet—Minard's Liniment
Had Been Convicted, Too.
"Do you think that fellow has ever
been open to conviction?"
"Yes—and been convicted, too."
To Be Helped By Us—No Doubt.
The child of active mind beglas ear-
Iy to inquire into the riddlie of the
universe. • Prof. George H. Palmer of
Harvard University likes to tell a
story that illustrates that truth.
A little boy and girl of my acquaint-
ance, he says, were tucked up snug
in bed when their mother heard them
talking.
"I wonder what we're here for?"
asked the little boy.
The little girl remembered the les-
sons that had been taught her and re-
plied sweetly, "We are here to help
others."
The little boy sniffed. "Then what
are the others here for?"
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