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The Automobile GIVE CARBURETOR TEST ON A HILU I There ia ons certain t«3t for th«' •ccuracjr of adjustm;nt t)f ^ny car- buretor, and that is to try the oar on a hill. It ha* b3«ii adopted by many carburetor exp«rts as the moat •atiafactory guide, aixd it aliio helpa to rev«al valve and ipiition troubles. Se'jKt a hill ov«r which your car c«n poll with comparative e«ae if it Ig Mftven tha advantage of a fair start, but start the climb at as low a speed as the car will run without strain or bucking. It ahouM run down to ftve miles an hour if it Is a six. Now preee the accelerator all the way down to the floor, retarding the spflrk <»Jy if the engine labors seri- ously. A little clicking is normal for an engine under these conditions, and for the test this will not harm the motor. If the engine immediately sUcts to buck stop the car, coast back to the start and vet the carburetor for a richer mixture. Then try It again. If the engine gels right down to business. Luck of the Navy. The oHlcere and men or lUe British Navy are known the world ^orer for the smart appearance and deanllneis, up the hill, or at odd, iilogical mo- and It was for this re'a^n that one of meats, the indications are that the i the offlcers on board a batMealilp was rather disgusted at the i ntidy appear- auce of a certain mItUbipmen. One momlug the middy strolled in- to the ward-room wearing a collar (hat was, to eay the leaei of it, considerably sol'.ed. I vaWss or Ignition can also st«nd a Httle attention. BY USING SOAP AND ONION WE GOT HOME O.K. What is more provoking â€" or dan- gerous â€" than driving your car FOR THOSE WHO COME AFTER JJS By BInst Vatmcr Translated by WllUam L. .McPherson "Is he np yet. M. their feelings. Qeorgs*?" Ai»proachiDK the window, she added: "See! There he is on the beach looIdDg very bored. H^t» not one of us â€" your son. Moceileur." Profsesor Thebenec opened the win- dow wide and in a volr;> which age has ^ not weakened called to his adopted That morning Professor Trebence, I "Oeorgesl" an illuUrlous savant with a face which ' seemed to be chiseled In hard oak, was gazing discontentedly on the ocean This vyas too much for ihe officer, agalnstaTtorm at night aiid with no! and ho decided to tackle the Xouns ; beating on the reefs of the coast, means for wiping the wind-shield? «n»n <>" "»« matter. RecenUy two of us completed a ! "Look here," he said, "you ought to 600-mile drive in an automobile. Just »>e ashamed of yourself coming In here as we started home a mist came on ,»"»> a filthy collar like that round your us which soon turned to driving rain. 1 o«cl*- ' That was 6 o'clock in the evening.! "FUtby, air?" replied the offender. The driver was a chemist and at the "I «5«'"-e y°" '*>'» '=""," ^<^ ^"^^^^ first filling BtaUon aaked for a bar of "l*^"-? °!"y. y*.*'".'"''.. glycerin soap. He m«.de some thick maintains the slow speed without bucking or laboring unduly, the mlx- t'lrj was too loan previously. You h-vo improved conditions, and you cr: justified in making the mixture a trfle richer In order to see whether it i > possible to make the engine pick u;- when running it so slowly uphill. Before you do this, however, be sure to allow the engine to cool down a bit BO that prc-ignition due to heat and carbon will be less troublesome (iurini? the climb. If the engine pulls still better with the new adjustment you have found the right mixture. If the engine starts to buck when you are half way suds and swabbed off the wind-ehleld vrith the lathar. That mysterious film of soap, though the rain soon washed away all visible traces, re- mained until we reached home at 9 o'clock the following forenoon. It was a good time to swap stories about keeping wind-shields clean. A and I local authority declared that half an 1 don't doubt that," was the quiet 'reply. "But from which wreck?" onion, when used as a swab, is also a mystic cleaner. On another short drive since, we tried that onion theory out and it worked. It seems that on- ion contains picric acid â€" a qhemical that acts much like glycerin. So, if you are ever caught away from home In a storm (either rain or anovf, remember that you can drive with safety, even though your car does not have an automatic wiper for the wind-shield, if you can get either some glycerin soap or an onion. In fact, it will be a good plan to stow an onion or a piece of soap under -the (rear seat right now for just such an emergency. â€" D. H. V. H. Natural Resources Bulletin. The Natural Resources Intelligence Service of the Department of the In- terior at Ottawa says: â€" "Like looking for a needle in a hay- stack" is' an old saying and one that is very often used as an excuse or a Trees. The poplar Is a soldier, The beech tree Is a queen. The blroh, the daintiest fairy That tripled upon a green. But there are only two trees That set my heart astir. reason for lack of industry in dis- 'They are the drooping larch tree oovery. If, however, the proverbial needle is of sufficient value to war- rant the time and sxpenae in finding and recovering it, the Industry is fully justified. This situation confronts many of Canada's mineral Industries, Gold mining is particularly so, because the gold content of the ore is so small that only by the most efficient meth- ods can it be recovered at a cost to warrant development. Canada's largest gold mine, the Hollinger Consolidated, at Timmins, In Northern Ontario, in order to se- cur.^ one ounce of gold, must handle .2.V i.-ns of .ore. When it is remember- erl that the gold occurs in small par- tic '-s. It will be appreciated how Intri- r: T thA separation process must be, La.rt year HoUingor ConKolidated ml:;{ i ].,866,S62 tons of ore, from wh'ch IMM secured 502,680 fine ounces And the rough Scotch fir. The oak tree tells of conquest And solid, dogged worth. The elm of quiet homesteads And peace upon the earth. But oh ! my love and lady, Jiiat two trees speak of her, They are the swaying larch tree And the rough Scotch flr. They speak of shady woodland*. They tell of windy heath. Of branches spread above us And crackling cones beneath. And oh! I fain would wander Where once I went with her. Beneath the golden larch tree And the rough Scotch flr. The ash Is bent and weeping. The cypress dark with doom. The almond tree and hawthorn /Vo bright with hope and bloom. Hut there are only two trees of pold, or nearly 21 tons. In addi-j That eet my heart astir, .tion from this ore was pnxiuced 86,- They are the swayin)? larch tree C58 .'ina ounces of .silver. The gold v/a.s v.i1utd at $10,391,324, and the sihcr at $6S,088. The land area of the HoUinger is 560 acres, yet be- neath this area there are more than CO miles of underground workings, with electric locomotives hauling trains of trucks, and with rock crush- ers working 1,660 feet below the sur- face. There are 1,850 men employed by this mine alone underground. Even in gold mining the forest bears a large part, the mine props at HoUinger being brought from British Columbia. These are of Douglas flr, and are 12 by 18 inches, this large size being necessary to support the enormous weight. When all this labor and expendi- ture is necessary in order that from 2.7 tons of ore but one ounce of gold may be secured, truly gold is rightly classed as a precious metal. And the bleak Scotch flr â€" Irene Maunder. Returned Duly Labelled. "A8d the next day, I snppose, she re- turned the engagement ring?" "Yes, It came by registered poB.t In a box labelled 'Glass, with care.' " « A Ledger Fan. "The ixjokkeoper Is always talking shop." "Isn't he, though? Why, ho actually referred to his baby's learning to walk as a trial baalnce." Didn't Care for Horses. Mrs. Arlstah Krattâ€" "Do you care for horses, Mr. Nawrlch?" Mr. N. (stiffly)â€" "Do I look like a hostler. Madam?" «- Yes, Indeed. Ridicule Is the keenest weapon. Most of us would rather have an enemy smite us on one cheek than give us the laugh. Even In Italy. Cross words have now reached Italy, where they are so popular that some Arms have posted up noticed forbid- ding the solving .of them In business hours.' Who, Indeed I A little girl, hearing It remarked that all people had once been children, art- lessly Inquired: ,"Who took care of the babies?" The prospect of a good crop of city boarders in the country this summer is encouraging. Everybody will go out of town that can afford to and even some nther.<;. ' It was January. The furze blossoms timidly llltril their beads from the ground and the sup formed a mirror In the distant fcam which marked the Bite of the rocks which the low tide left uncovered. Ah, the unsuspected charm of Brlttafly! "We must leave all this- behind us, Marie," answered Tlrebenec. "Our va- cation Is over." "Monsieur Georges will not be sor- ry," the servant observed. i "He doesn't understand," said the ' professor. , ., "One Is of the country in which he ! was born," Marie concluded. "At twenty you must have been born here to love this country." j "Evidently," sighed •Profesaor Tre- ' benlc. Then, looking away, ae the' Bretons do when they want to hide I "Father?" "Watt for my I will Join you." When he had Joined his .'.on he put his hand on the latter's shoulder: "My boy, I have something I want to say to you." . . . "What a beautiful morning!" the young man broke in. "The charm of Brittany In winter time" . . . ''You don't understand at all, my boy. Last night I weut into your room. The lamp was burning. You had fallen asleep and I «aw clear Into your mind when I noticed tho pictures which lay on your pillow. So there must be some frankness between us." "Frankness?" "When Mme. Trebenec and I adopt- ed you twenty years ago yoti were only as tall as this and now you are taller than I am. She was a mother to you and I have bean a «Mher to you." "You know well, father, that I never could console myself for mother's death." "Yes, you called her mother. Last CROSS-WORD PUZZLE . night when I went into your room be- I cause the lamp was still lighted you 1 â-  T- 3- 1 M- 5 r" 7 r" â-  Z7 9 »0 II ii â-  20 li H 15 lb â-  17 i IS 19 p i» 2Z p iT â-  ZH â-  26' â-  28 19 HI HI n .â-  3i 1 Si w < i4 I Mr 35 3(> â-  i 1*3 â-  1 p is P fy â- â- Hb ^^M^ H9 51 â-  1 wm 54 55 5b 57 Sg 54 it - 1 h\ • ©TM 1 INTC â- NAtK INAl « YNOICA Tl. SUGGESTIONS FOR SOLVING CROSS-WORD PUZZLES Start out by filling in the words of which you feel reasonably sure. These will give you a due to other words crossing them, and they in turn to still others. A letter belongs in each white space, words starting at the numbered squares and running either horizontally or vertically or both. HORIZONTAL 1 â€" Compsnsatton; wages 4 â€" Puff up 9 â€" The June bug; • beetle 12 â€" Mall delivery in the country (abbr.) 13â€" A British province of S> Africa 14 â€" A Japanese woman's sash 15---ConJunctlon 16 â€" Used In negation 17 â€" Initials of the author of "Treasure Island" 18â€" Musical term "Long Metsr" (abbr.) 18^â€" A chlcksn dissase 21 â€" Marks of y^ounds 23 â€" A girl's name 24 â€" A public carriage 26 â€" Interjection 27 â€" Man's name (familiar) 28â€" To leap SO â€" A bevel on the edge of a cut- ting tool ,82 â€" A sign of the lodlao 33â€" A drink 84â€" Personal pronoun 38â€" 'A point of compass (abbr.) 37 â€" Man's name (familiar) 38 â€" Preposition 39 â€" To earn as clear profH 41 â€" A town In Wurttemburg, Qarmany • 43 â€" Word of assent 48-^A comr*jn tree 48â€" Banking term, "Daya* eight" (abbr.) 47â€" Interjection 49 â€" Man's name '{81 â€" One of a wandering raes 83 â€" Artist's support for his pleturs e4^8ufn)( denoting an agent 68â€" A member of a group of 8. Afrloan tribes 68 â€" A point of compass (abbr.) 88â€" A small bolt on the eyelid toâ€" To go In 81- Feminine of Saint (abbr.) VERTICAL 1 â€" ^A support 2 â€" One of the eontlnents 3 â€" A measure of length (abbr.)( A â€" Man's name 8^A door fastener Sâ€" Preposition 7 â€" Linger 8 â€" A measure of length {p\.\ 9 â€" Perform, enact 10 â€" Flattened at the pole* 11 â€" Frost 20 â€" Boy's name 22 â€" Part of radio outfit 23 â€" Labyrinth 2S â€" Greatly favored 27 â€" Girl's name 28 â€" To promise solemnly 29â€" Short coarse hemp or flax flbet SOâ€" Cry of the sheep *^ SI-r-Fate, destiny 85â€" Enroll 3S- «To express agreement ^ 40 â€" Containing Xothing 41 â€" Personal pronoun 42 â€" Northeastern Stats of U. S. (abbr.) 44â€" Relieves, lightens 4Sâ€" A«hlsM er 4sfenslve armor, â- â-  the mantle of Minerva 46â€" An embankment 48 â€" Gorman word for "mlatsr" 80 â€" To ths lee aide 62 â€" Frequently (poet) 56 â€" tndeflnlte article 57â€" Latin for nhat It" (abbr4 > were asleep and on your pillow were pictures of your other father and your other mother." "I have only those photographs, father." "And on your bed there were the three thin pamphlets which Leon Cas- sln publi.'jhed before we began to col- laborate." "The three pamphlets which con- tained all the Ideas and all the hy- potheses which constitute the glory of your joint work!" "Who disiputea it? Gassin had genius. Do you believe that I deny what 1 owe him? When he died, leav- ing you unprovided for, Mme. Trebenec did not hesitate. You had never known your mother since she died giving you birth. You became our child, although 'we had never had children and had not wanted to have them. But neither Mm*. Trebenec nor I flinched before thl4 duty. We deprived ourselves of everything that you might be happy. I worked for you, Georges^ When I began to be well known I said to my- self: 'It is> for the boy!' And when I had triumphed over all obstacles, when the Academy of Medicine opened its doors to me." ..." "You did not think of my father, Mon,sleur Trebenec â€" neither In your articles nor in your acknowledgments." "I thought of you. Mme. Trebenec wais already iTl and doomed to dt^. I loved you, who were going to survive nie." "Who loves you with all hte heart. Monsieur Trebenec." "Who was to inherit all I had won of distinction and glory? We were not rich. Our only recreation was a month's vacation In the ccrner of Brit- tany which you never have learned to like. Here, when you played with the crab,^, you had sudden attacks of home- sickness. I said to Mme. Trebenec: 'He misses something!' She answer- ed: 'It will pass.' She went away with that hope, p» I would have gone, if I had not survived her â€" with the hops that you would fome day be proud of all that I did to become what I have become â€" proud to bear my name. You see, my boy, when you pass the age ot desire, when your life companion has left you on the way, when you face alone the inevitable departure, you look about you for the reason of all your efforts, as the peasant a^ks htm- 8«lf what is to become of the fields, the mill, the farm buildings, all the property which his rude patience has amassed. The reason is the survivor, the heir. We work, savant or peasant, for those who come after u» I am Pro- fessor Trebenec, of the Academy ot Medicine and the Academy of Sciences, candidate for the French Academy. Then what happens? A beautiful funeral, the hangings of the palt. Then you can feel the great silence and yon are afraid. Oblivion, Georges, is ter- rible. It buries yon so quickly. You are my ton: you will not let my strug- gle for glory be forgotten. Yon are all that Is left to me. Old age Is frightful. Georges. My child, don't let me be swallowed up in obscurity. I worked for you!" His majesty of Belgium looks ths king, although dressed in civilian clothes. He has rarely been photo- graphed thus. "Morwleur Trebenec. I promise you." "I am your father!" "No." "You didn't know ths other one; you were only five years old when I adopted you. Yon possess of him only that faded likeness in which his pro- file and your poor mother's profile can hardly be distinguished from each other. You are my son, my heir." "No. I called Mme. Trebenec moth- er, but I had another mother. I called you father, but I was always' seeking for my real father. I owe you every- thing, but I love them. Forgive me, it is not my fault." "Would th^.have shown you more affection than we did?" "Much less, undoubtedly, and un- doubtedly 1 would have revolted against their discipline. But they are no longer here. What remains of them is their blood-, which beate in my heart, and I love thehi. I want to think that she was beautiful and that he had genius. Just as I miss that Provence which I hardly knew, I miss my moth- er's arrr.? and I want to hear my fath- er's name. Their blood beatsi in my ^ heart. You must pardon me, I am their child. I have their blood in my heart.' We have many troubles with our own ohlidren, but when we are dead those children have our blood in their hearts. Fooling Big Cats. Oil of catnip is, used by the United States Geological Survey as a lure for mountain lions to attract them to poi- soned bait. When Snakes Fight. Whorr a klnganake and a rattler gei Into a fli^t, the king-snake always wins. * Answer to last week's puEzla: HI r R AinlEjD ' riHUr vf SQQQ m QDIiail Qgisa a Qaoa a a BQBaQ m la MUTT AND JEFFâ€" By Bud FUher. Jesse Livermore Has a Rival in Wall Street.