es Pratap Rae le aR ee ee oo Seen ae an aie he 1 THE OMINECA HERALD, FRIDAY, MARCH 18, 1925 There will be offered for sale at Public Auction, at noon on the 12th day of March, 1925, in the office of the Forest Ranger, Hazelton, B.C., the Licence X6811, to cut 200,000 lineal feet of Cedar Poles and 28,000 Hemiock and Jackpine Ties on Lot 1572 and adjoin- ing land situated north of Hazelton, Cassiar Land District. Three (3) years will be allowed for removal of timber. “Provided anyone unable to attend the auction in person may submit a sealed tender to be opened at the hour of auction and treated 23 one bid. Further particulars of the Chief For- ester, Victoria; the District Forester, Prince Rupert, B.C. 352 Government Liquor Act Notice of Application for Beer License NOTICE is hereby given that, on the 14th day of March next, the under- signed intends to apply to the Liquor Control Board for a license in respect of premises being part of the building known as Nichol Hotel, situate at Pacific, B.C., upon the lands described as Lots No. 3 and 4, Block No. 4, Map 997, Prince Rupert Land Registration District, in the Province of British Columbia, for the sale of beer by the glass or by the open bottle for con- sumption on the premises. DATED this 19th day of February, 1925. M. ANDERSON, 3437 Applicant. Government Liquor Act Notice of Application for Beer Licenze NOTICE ig hereby given that, on the 29rd day, of March next, the under- signed interida to apply to the Liquor Control Board for a license in respect to premiscs known as Copper Tavern Hotel, situate at Skeena Crossing, in the Province of British Columbia, upon the lands described as Lot 2387, N. W. 20 acres, Group 1, Cassiar District, according to a map or plan deposited in the Land Registry Office, Prince Rupert, in the Province of British Columbia, for the sale of beer by the glass or. by the open bottle for con- sumption on the premises. DATED at Skeena Crossing, this 16th day of February, 1925. , D. W. PRATT, Owner and Manager of Copper Tavern Hotel, 3487 Applicant. Government ‘Liquor Act Notice of Application for Beer License NOTICE is hereby given that on the eleventh day of March next the under- signed intends to apply to the Liquor Control Board for a license in respect to premises being part of the building known as the Tourist Hotel, situate on Lots One and Two, Block Eleven, Dis- triet Lot Three Hundred and Sixty- nine, Terrace Townsite, Province of British Columbia, according to a regis- tered map or plan deposited in the Land Repistry Office at the City of Prince Rupert and numbered 972, for the sale of beer by the glass or by the open bottle for consumption on the premises. DATED at Terrace, B.C., this 10th day of February A.D, 1925. aA. P, CHENETTE, Manager and Lessee of Tourist Hotel, 0205 Applicant. Government Liquor Act Notice of Application for Beer License NOTICE is hereby given that on the 2lst day of March next the undersigned intends to apply to the Liquor Control Board for a license in respect to prem- ises being part of the building known as Grandview Hotel, situate in Townsite of South Hazelton, in the Province of British Columbia, upon the lands des-, cribed as Lots thirteen (13) and fourteen (14), Bloek seventeen (17), District Lot eight hundred and fifty-one (851), Ha- zelton Land Recording District, accord- ing to a registered map or plan deposit ed in the Land Registry Office In the City of Prince Rupert and numbered 9743, for the saleof beer by the glass or by the open bottle for consumption on the premises. DATED at South Hazelton B.C., this 28rd day of February, 1925. _— . A, GODDARD, 3688 pplicant. Pat O'Hooley on. Tommy’s Reform 7 BY L. H. HOLDEN (Copyrighted, 1925, by I. H. Holden, Cereal, Alta.). cries Tommy. ‘Ye’re more wii- come than th’ flowers in May. Come an home wid me, an’ whin ye take her I'll trow in th’ stove- lids! Thin Tommy gives a spring, catches th’ ghost by th’ coat collar, whirls him round, an’ has him half through th’ dure in spite of his struggles Number 10 was an hour jate{whin we got ready t’ go we wish- | before th’ gang come rushin’ out t’ help and expected toarrive at 7 o'clock. The agent dioned sleepily over his books. In the waiting-room of the station, Donovan, the sec- tion boss, Tim Kelley and Pat O’Hooley were discussing topics of the day. They bad run the gamut from politics to star dust, when Tim Kelley, with no malice aforethought, brought up the subject of matrimony. ‘‘No man should stav single whin he has a chance to marry,” asserted Tim stoutly. ‘It’s con- trary to nature.’’ Pat O’Hooley gave a grunt of disgust. “Ye’re loike all th’ rist of th’ idiots—marry an’ multiply’, Thisis Pat said he. ‘Fools rushin’ in where angels fear t’ tread. I’m not wan of thim—th’ fools, I mane. Not on ver loife! Marriage is too much of a lottery. Some draw capital prizes, I’ll admit; others git as good as they deserve—an’ maybe better; but a whole lot of suckers git stung roight. That remoinds me of Tommy Ryan— an’ I haven’t thought of Tammy this long while. Whin he got married he took a crazy leap in th’ dark an’ picked up a wife by correspondence, Fwhat he got was—well, if I’m goin’ t’ tell ut, I raustn’t git ahead of me story. ‘Ut was in th’ early days whin Badger Mound was th’ ind of th’ railroad. Tommy run a harness shop on- Main street., He was sober, industrious, an’ sittin’ along jist foine—too weil, I guess, fer wan mornin’ asmartly-dress- ed woman gits off the train, in- quoires fer Mr. Tommv Ryan, an’ insoide of an hour they're hitch- ed up—fer better or worse, ‘T was at the blowout that avenin’ an’ helped welcome th’ lady t’? Badger. She had bin a widdie, they said, but her hus- band had gone t’ th’ Klondyke an’ died. Purty, she was, an’ smart asa steel trap; but there was somethin’ about her that got on me nerves. Her eyes were shifty an’ keen, an’ they missed nothin’ that was goin’ on; her mouth had a habit of settlin’ t’ a straight, hard line, an’ her talk was entoirely too good t’ be true. Howiver, we had a foine toime—. singin’, dancin’ an’ atein’; an’ ed ’em all th’ happiness we could | part ‘em. think of, An’, begorra, as drunk as Tommy waa, ut took six men t’ git him “Wan mornin’, a few weeks loose from th' ghost, an’ an hour t’ later, I meets Tommy on the gatisfy him ut was alla hoax. Th’ strate. sez I, ‘how’s the new loife?’ ‘* “Party. foine!’ sez he. wonderin’ fwhv I staved single ‘Well, Tommy. me bye,’ tist of th’ avenin’ was spent in hilarity; but whin Tommy wint home he had no ‘Pm woife,”" “What happened to her?’’ asked so long. Ye should see me house | Donovan. now, Pat. Iverythin’ is so clane “Somewan ran an told her that her ye could ate off theflure. There’s first husband was in th’ saloon foightin’ curtains an’ picture’s an’ fancy wid her sicond wan, an’ from that day wurrek everywhere. loike th’ ingoide of a china closet, | heard from. It’s jist|*’ this, so far as I know, she’s niver bin Sure, an’ ut waa a purty Why, th’ missus is that particu- good joke at that!”’ chuckled Pat. lar that she polishes th’ insoide Ar-|® man and wife,’’ said Donovan sternly. of th’ stoyelids! She does! rah! a clane home.’ t’? his shop, Ut’s shure foine t’ have Au’ off he goes fwhat I de,’’ returned Pat. “T can’t see any humor in separating “Of course, ye can’t—not knowin’ “Ap ut all came out later, Mrs. Ryan had two three months, wid Tommy. He’s not th’ same "'T had some wurrk at Crowbar livin’ husbands whin she landed at about thin, an’ I’m gone fer| Badger; an’ there wasno thistles grow- Whin I returns, |in’ under her feet whin she left.’” lI see there’s somethin’ wrong stidy man he was. He’s drink- toime an* nary a swig does he pass up. drunk he don't know his own mahogany wid both hands, an’ an’ all the gossips in town are wagein’ their tongues. in’ loike a fish. He’s standin’ at Trappers th’ ind of th’ bar most of th’|Weasel, Marten, and all other furs. Ship today. Remember that ‘'Munro”’ . means '‘More Money”’, Half th’ toime he’s so} Revelstoke, B.C. I want Beaver, Muskrats, J. H. Munro, name, an’ he holds on t’ th’ Qaed Catalogue ; Sweet Pea and Vegetable Pea Seeds i drinks an’ slapes by turns. "Twas the world are grown by us, *a Write for a most shameful soight t’ behold; | free catalogue. ean, B.C H " ' Francois Lake + 3 : be A progressive whist drive was given by Mrs. John Gillies, pro- prietress of the Lakeview hotel, on Thursday last. present were Mesdames R. D. Prosser, W. S. Jeffery, and Miss Betty Prosser, and Messrs. R.'R. Jeffrey jr., W. S. Jeffrey, T. M. Jeffery, R. Prosser, D. Atkinson. Mrs, Gillis won the ladies first and Miss Prosser the booby and Dewy Atkinson won the men’s first and J. Gillisthe booby. Af- ter the drive a delightful lunch- eon was served by Mrs. Gillis. A return hockey match was played in Burns Lake on Satur- day night. The rink was in bad condition on account of snow soa Sunday game was played and the home team won by ascore of 1-0. The Francois Lake team were all home boys while Burns Lake had on players from Tintagel. Sask- atchewan and Winnipeg. There will be another game here on the 14th of March. QO. Hamre of Danskin is now delivering lumber from his mill to Burns Lake. S. MacGregor and C. Hanson are hauling hay from Danskin to Burns Lake. Most of the tie business is over for this season and the hackers are moving out. A flour and feed store has been been opened at Danskin by Mac- Crosland Bros., eos Gregor and Hanson. this unti] late in th’ fall, whin a number of th’ lads determined t’ eure Tommy of his bad thricks. There was a stranger in town from the East an’ he had a voice loike a roarin’ bull. They takes th’ gint int’? their confidince an’ fix up a dale t’ acare Tommy half out of his wits; ’twould be aisy enough, they figured. So that night, whin Tommy is full t’ th’ eyebrows an’ slapein’ swately at his old stand bv the bar, th’|| loights are turned down low, an’ atall figure in white crapes quiet- ly up tv? his soide. The barkaper an’ all th’ gang are hid. "Bane! goes the ghost’s fist on th’ bar, an’ all th’ glasses danced an’ rattled. Tommy opens his eyes an’ stares loike a lost soul. **T ean’t rest in me gravel’ roars th’ phost. *'T don’t care a cuss if ye can’t!’ sez Tommy. ‘Ye’ve got nothin’ on me. . Who th’ divil are you?’ * "I’m th’ spirit of yer woife’s first husband,’ sez th’ ghost, in unearthly voice. ‘Base wretch! I’ve left me coffin t’ avenge her wrongs! Reform yer conduct instantly or J’lt take her away!’ ““ ‘Say, old man, ye must be nuta!l’ sez Tommy. ‘If I was in me coffin ye béet yer loife I'd niver be fool enough t’ come back here. Not in a million years!’ ‘* ‘Silence!’ thunders th’ ghost. ‘Choose yer path or abide th’ consequences.’ . , ‘Say, Mr. Ghost, or Divil— I'm not caring which—ye’ ya open-: ‘ed yer mouth an’ said somethin’! * f “Things dangled along loike | The Welcome Sion “NOBODY asked you, sir,” said the And in matters of buying, as well as in affairs of the heart, most people like to be “asked”. Often, in- deed they insist on a proper invitation. coy maiden. He is a wise merchant who keeps the welcome sign constantly before the community in the form of ADVER- TISEMENTS in the home paper. There everybody sees it—for ADVERTISING is ‘‘the light of directed attention”. Speak up. Light up. good customers are listening for your message and watching for your wel- come sign in ‘The Omineca Herald” and ‘The Terrace News”. People Shop Where They Feel Welcome Hundreds of The guests: