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Then rinse and drlyâ€" you will have a 6 can srrce! snow - white LEVER BRO THERS LIMITED TORONTO Passed By. “Barry is our finest dog. He has saved in all the lives of forty persons. He is happy, but sometimes he goes to the edge of the cliff and stands gazing down the long and winding path. I believe that he is thinking of you. Will you not come and visit us?” The hand that wrote this trembled, and now there.were no more letters, for the young monk had died. There were no long lives on the Pass of St. Bernard. He who gave himself up to the work of saving lost travelers know well that his days would be few. Now that Carl had no more news of the dog, he thought of him even oftener, and before long he and his friend, Marco, started to go over the pass. Marco had friends on the other side, and Carl had a deep longing to see Barry. It was the edge of the winter, but the storms had not yet been severe, and they hopedi to get through without trouble. ‘ ' All went well up fio the beginning of the Valley of Death. Here the snow began to fall heavily . The sky was thick and dull, and the wind was rising. It came in savage gusts, strikifi‘g one prefipice, flinging: itself back to another.".vi1irling the young men about with furio’us blows and bufi'etings. “This grows worse all the time," said Carl. “Let us; rest for five min- ‘utes and eat our lunch, and then push on with all our might.” “‘A struggle like this needs some- thing better than bread and cheese,” said'Marco. “I have brought a flask of the strongest brandy for just such a time." “My grandfather knew the moun- tains as well as I know our own house," said Carl, “and he always said that a mountain climber must keep his head clear. Don’t drink it, Marco,” he pleaded earnestly. “Don’t you know the old saying: ‘He who drinks brandy at the peak will never again drink wine in the valley’?” When Carl read the letter, he smil- ed. “We know, don’t we, Barry?” he said to himself. “More than one of our little girl friends has had a ride on your back, and you learned just how to crouch so they could get on easily.” At length there came a letter which said: “I’ll wager that the man who wrote! that he'ver wes at the peak," retorted Marco lightly. ' In "spite of all that. Carl could say, Marco took a long, deep drink from his flask and pushed forward. But the storm drove 011' more and more fiercely. A“I must sleep just a moment, then I can go on,” he said drowsily, and. sank down beside a great drift. . _ Carl pleaded. He shook the man and’ pulled him, and dragged him as far as he could. But he himself stumbledl “A group of peasants were over- whelmed by an a‘valanche.‘The grown people were killed,- but Barry found one little girl still alive though badly bruised. " Somehow he made her understand that she must lie on his back and put her arms around his neck; and what a proud little lay brother he was when he brought her safely home! How he ever thought of getting her on his back do not know. He had not yea been taught that.” ‘ ‘ " f ' ‘ “Barry knewfihow it felt m be lost,” said Carl to himself. , . Another time the" monk wrote: “Barry 'iâ€"fou‘nd his- first traveler in the snow laét night and persuaded him to rone himself and push on to the HospngL ' This is _the firstltime that. a .dog‘with 5a Short.) training has donqjiijzli‘,a..thing." . ' ' The days were full," but the kind young monk “did not fail to write to Carl, and before many months had passed he .Wrote: ' ‘ ' v‘ Hairy 'ha’d‘beeri. wqtchihg'mi‘th hiISl head cocked. to one side and his eyes shining. He knew how 429 do- that, and he didAlwlSh that the father would 03111115. name.’ ‘T“Barry!’-‘. 'the' father" called at last, with no idea that he‘ would under’stand what was wanted: but Barry walked up to him with his Utmost dignity and offered his paw. “Good b6yl”".cried 2the father, and: Pattedtthe, dog’s head. This‘was one of the ,ti‘igks‘ that the children in Bern'e had taught him and her was delighted to "5de what he could ‘do. d‘s Llniment Heals Cuts. Barry, the Dog Hero 01 St. Bernard Pass nd before PART 11H.» he_ could get upon 'hirlwind of snow .6. He) felt ah rkness, but t} BY EVA MARCH TAPPAN. 1ere 1nd. the , untit he, began to awake. In'the eai‘ly gray of the moi‘ning [Marco was brought in, still half dazed. ‘Barry had found him and . pawed the stifling snow away and had joyfully li‘cked his hands and face But his brain was stdpid and dull, his eyes ‘ Were‘dimf‘and'misty; wild fancies and ‘.ter"roi*s had seized ‘upon him,. and while Barry was barking joyfully for help, his only thought was that a wild-beast had attacked him. ,He fum‘bled with wunsteady hand, pulled outhis knife,‘ and stabbed the loving frié'nid who} With "no thought of 'his own suffering; was, with all, his strength, struggling to drag him to shelter. The brave dog’s. blood red- .dened the “snowflakes ' that whirled 'ang‘rily around them. Barry’s'steps1 Istaggered moi-e and more. ' At the gate he dropped and his eyes closed. {The monks knelt around him and 'watched him tenderly. Ship your Cream to us and ob- tain the best results with high- est price for number one quality. Daily returns, cans supplied, and express charges paid. Write for cans now. So Barry died, in 1816, after twelve years of unselfish, faithful service. When . the cemetery for dogs was opened:«_ in Paris the place of honor was given to a monument in his mem- BOWES C0., Ltd. ~ TORONTOl ‘ “Arid Vol] '{vill see him,” said the l-monk; soothingly, as if to} child, “but now sleep,'and? you shallrbe called as y800n as he'co‘més'.” " ' Barry moved his head slightly. His eyes opened. He‘ looked slowly fr'om one to another, all around the little group, last of all at Carl. For a mo- ment he questioned. Then there came into his eyes the light of a great joy. He made a familiar sound, faint and distant, it seemed; but yet clear and distinct. It was “Barry’s welcome”-â€"‘ and his farewell. CREAM “Barry, Barry!” crrjed‘Carl, in a voice that trembled with affection and grief. » “It may not be to'o kiteff said the monk: «“Our best dogs were sent-the ‘mé‘mént we heérd‘that"); man wasjqut.’ Th'yey will’ find him‘ and .hé Will be brought" in.” ' door, so fari'nt'and tremulouslfiat the father' Whom-answered it ,almost b‘elieve‘d that he had dreamed,.of the: sbund/ Thé story.was soon bold. “Has Barry gone?” asked Czirl argxiously._ f‘I‘ have some all this, way to see Ba‘r'l‘YLf‘ > A glass or a bottle 00f Coca’Colaâ€" Ice-cold, “with beaded bubbles winking at the brim,” invite 5 you to delight taste, satisfy thirst and refresh yourself. Pause :fl’e 51‘ .. Yourself Wisdom is not entangled by enticing detours to some. ultimate“ goal, but holds firmly and persisté‘n‘tlyfio'the way that. is practicaland helpful.- eryu This shows:the little girl on his back' Whom he rescuetl'after: the fall of the avalanche. Sh'e‘v'is holding-fast to him an'd‘Barry’s head is tur‘ned a little towa‘r'd her as if he was telling he; tontrushhim and not be afraid, for he would surely carry her Safely home. ’ ' For Sore Feetâ€"lfllnard’s Liniment. It stimulates _' appetite and v aids digestion. It makes your flood doyoumore * 1 good, Note how I! relieves thatmtully feeling after hearty ‘eatlna. KelseyHeafing iskéght Heating (The End.) Mum