Nebraska Newspapers

    SCOURGE IS STILL DEADLK1
Claims of a “Cure" for Consumptlor
Have Mot Been Verified by Scien
tific Authorities.
In spite of the statements of a nnro
ber of Individuals who have recently
claimed that they have found a “cure"
for consumption, the National Associ
ation for the Study and Prevention of
Tuberculoeis, the highest authority on
this disease in America, declares that
there is no Information at hand to jus
tify the belief that any specific cure
for tuberculosis has been discovered
which deserves the confidence of the
medical profession and the people.
Backing up these statements, the
United States public health service
declares that outside of the three es
sentials in the treatment of consump
tion, namely, rest, fresh air, and good
food, "There Is no drug known, how
ever rare or expensive It may be, that
has any curative action in this disease,
and all remedies advertised as such
are to be avoided. Patent cough med
icines are harmful; redium, X-rays or
electricity in any of its form have no
special value in tuberculosis of the
lungs. No serum has yet been found
that will cure it, and there is no plas
ter or poultices which has any effect
on the disease Itself.
Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets first put up
40 years ago. They regulate and invigorate,
stomach, liver and bowels. Sugar-coated
tiny granules. Adv.
Modern Morals.
Senator Joseph E. Russell was
talking in Washington about his bill
for the abolition of divorce.
“The bill’s object?” he said. "It's
object Is, of course, to reduce immor
ality, loose thinking, loose speaking.’
Senator Ransdell smiled and added:
"Don’t take it too seriously—but
here is an episode that throws a light
on modern morals.
A business man came home unex
pectedly one morning and found his
little son busy at his wife's dressing
table.
" ‘What on earth are you doing
there, my lad?” he asked.
“ ‘I'm mixing powdered quinine with
mother’s face powder,’ the youngster
answered. ‘She’s going motoring with
Mr. Smith. Won’t she taste bitter?’ '
Grape Seed Oil.
Oil from grape seeds has become a
byproduct of the wine Industry In por
tions of France. Italy and Wuertem
berg. The Bulletin of the Americar
Association of Commerce and Trade,
published in Berlin, says that the first
pressing, obtained cold, Is of edible
oil; that extracted by pressing and
heating Is dark and bitter, and is used
for lighting purposes and in the mak
ing of soap. It is described as a good
substitute for the expensive oils used
in the textile industry. About 2.2
pounds of oil may be expressed from
the seeds of grapes yielding 26.42 gal
lons of wine.
Business Proposition.
A boy who had done something tc
Incur the wrath of his mother and
then had taken to his heels was hotly
pursued for some distance by her.
Finding it was useless to continue the
pursuit, and almost beside herself
with rage, the old lady shouted at the
top of her voice: “I’ll give anybody
a dime to catch that boy!” The boy
Instantly stopped and, turning round,
shouted in reply: “Give me the dime
and I’ll come back.”
- —■ j
Matter of Self-Protection.
"Your servants use exceedingly bad
grammar.”
“I pay ’em extra for it,” replied Mr.
Cumrox. ‘Tm tired of having my line
of talk around the house suffering by
contrast."
Natural Conclusion.
“How do you suppose that soft coal
dissolution movement will end?”
“Oh, I suppose it will end up in
smoke."
UPWARD START
After Changing from Coffee to Postum.
Many a talented person is kept back
because of the interference of coffee
with the nouriehment of the body.
This is especially so with those
whose nerves are very sensitive, as is
often the case with talented persons.
There is a simple, eaey way to get
rid of coffee troubles and a Tenn.
lady's experience along these lines is
worth considering. She says:
"Almost from the beginning of the
use of coffee it hurt my stomach. By
the time I was fifteen I was almost
a nervous wreck, nerves all unstrung,
no strength to endure the most trivial
thing, either work or fun.
“There was scarcely anything I
could eat that would agree with me.
The little I did eat seemed to give
me more trouble than it was worth. I
was literally starving; was so weak I
could not sit up long at a time.
“It was then a friend brought me a
hot cup of Postum. I drank part of It
and after an hour I felt as though I
had had something to eat — felt
strengthened. That was about five
years ago, and after continuing Post
um in place of coffee and gradually
getting stronger, today I can eat and
digest anything I want, walk as much
as I want. My nerves are steady.
“I believe the first thing that did
me any good and gave me an upward
start, was Postum, and I use it alto
gether now instead of coffee.”
Name given by the Postum Co.,
Battle Creek, Mich.
Postum now comee in two forms:
Regular Postum — must bo well
boiled. 15c and 25c packages.
Instant Postum—is a soluble pow
der. A teaspoonful dissolves quickly
in a cup of hot water and, with cream
and sugar, makes a delicioue bever
age Instantly. 30c and 60c tins.
The cost per cup of both kinds is
about the same.
“There's a Reason” for Postum.
—sold by Grocers.
A STERLING NOVEL OF THE GREAT
MIDDLE WEST
eMIDIANDER5
Sy
Charles Tenney Jackson
• t” hie mar souls, ml brothers
KEEPER etc. etc.
CnrtH* M**. Ttm B*»h» MwriH _
CHAPTER XX (Continued).
"Done wore It 'round her neck when
I stole her for Old Man Captain. Yes,
sir, he done wanted a little child to
lead 'em.”
Ladeau slipped his oily fingers under
the chain as Wiley laid It back.
"Eh? Dat strange work, Mr. Wiley!"
He peered closer. "Only one man ever
make dat. Francois on Cartres street
—look, he mark all his sliver so!" he
turned the cruclflx. On the under side
were crude letters. Ladeau put the
trinket down and sighed: "Eheu! Dat
bisque I have eat In dat ol’ silversmith
shop!” He rubbed his stomach—"Dat
bisque—”
But they hod turned away to listen to
Wiley Curran.
"That cruclflx, Mrs. Llndstrom?
Might I take It and have It cleaned and
send It to Aurelle? For a present from
all of you—with love from all of you?
Shes such a great lady now!”
She looked at Uncle Mich. His face
grew tender. "I reckon. I wouldnt’
let anybody but you take It, Mr. Wiley.
She loved that little cross and chain.
But you-—I reel on you can, Mr. Wiley!"
Wiley turned back to the table. The
chain lay there. But when he lifted it
the silver cross was missing. He looked
about; then on the floor.
"Its gone! The crucifix!’
The boys were searching In the rag
carpet rugs. Curran looked about
again, at all of them—then at Maurice
Ladeau. He was rubbing his hands
with his old slovenly card-sharp trick,
and smiling.
"Maurice, It was there when I laid It
down!” He came nearer. The cajun
shrugged. "It was there when you
picked It up.”
"Mercl! I been a thief den? Fo' a
picayune bit of silver? I sho’ never
see dat!”
They looked about, under the bed
and the dresser. But nothing was
found. Michigan stumped out and
crawled under the house to make sure
It had not gone through some crack.
"Done been curious!" He came back
and set his shaggy brows hard on John
and then Ladeau. "But you take the
chain, Mr. Wiley. Mebbe we'll find the
little cross.”
Curran was annoyed. 'Til get a new
crucifix put on, Uncle Mich. Then I'll
write Aurelle. But It’s curious!"
He went home and, sitting in the
shop, took out the chain to muse over
It. "Done come up river!" He smiled
and held it off toward the light—"God
bless you. Uncle Mich! You and your
little girl! Done come up river to oc
J:uny the land. To find the land of
oy! ’’
And as he stood up later, closing the
door to go to the cottage, he heard a
roaring off to the west. At first faint,
then growing as the train sped through
the uplands' cut and reached the Earl
ville yards. In the News shop door,
Mr. Curran listened, holding still the
rosary against his cheek where her own
baby lips had kissed It.
Then with his old fancy he waved It
toward the east. "Because you’re there
Aurelle—Just because you're there!”
And a sudden Impulse seized him.
He was W’ont to do things on uncon
sldered Impulses. He had an appoint
ment with the Hon. T. P. Purcell, his
political manager, the next day at 10
o’clock. But he suddenly growled:
"Congress be damned!”
Then he whirled and dashed through
the shop, up to his cottage and Into hl3
bedroom. Aunt Abby was snoring, as
he crammed collars and brushes and
tits and slippers into a suit case, and
then dashed out again and over the
fence with the lightness of a boy. He
forgot to close the door. He scattered
toilet articles from High street to the
Junction. But one thing he did not lose
and that was Aurelle’s rosary!
And by one of those curious chances
of destiny which make or mar a man's
life, the Chicago train was three min
utes late, and he made it.
CHAPTER XXL
THE TINSEL, SHOW.
He had no difficulty In finding her.
The posters before the Cohan &
Snitz syndicate theater were featuring
her. The publicity bureau had spread
far upon -he value of that "$100,000
prize beauty" contest. Everything was
fish, or more properly. Kosher meat
that came to the net of Cohan & Snitz.
"And to think." murmured Mr. Cur
ran that morning, after breakfast at
the Sherman house, "that Vawter, the
artist, and me of the News were at
the bottom of it!"
Aurelie had made a go of it that
was certain. Wiley learned of her ho
tel at the box office. It was one that
startled him, for to the sober Mid
lands, it stood for all the city's opu
lence; to Wiley it was barbaric. Byzan
tine, dangerous.
"What?" he muttered, "has our little
Iowa girl go to do, living at the Gray
stone? How the mischief can she af
ford it?"
For he couldn’t free himself from
Aurelie’s vagabondage of the rabbit
hunting days. She was a many-sided
person who could skin rabbits or sing
enticingly each night: “If I Were the
Only Girl in the World, Don’t You
Think You Could Love Me?” or some
one other of those American folk songs
which tlie Hebrews write for us—and
sell us. Wiley passed a whole window
pyramided with the great song hit, and
Aurelie's picture was on top of it.
“Well. I’ll be damned.” he said. "You
kid!"
He went in and bought a copy of "If
I Were the Only Girl.” etc. Then he
ran across Jeffries of the Times, whom
he used to know in Rome, and who
envied Wiley for being his own master
and the big frog in the little puddle;
and Wiley said. “That’s so,” but se
cretly envied Jeffries his place in the
big puddle of city newspaperdom.
Then Jeffries said curiously: “Saw
you were in politics down in the old
town. Wiley?"
"Sort of. The Delroy bunch got me
to run against Jim Hall, and. bless me,
if I didn’t beat his head off in the
primary."
"Thunder—you in congress! Oh, great
guns. Wiley!”
"That’s what they all say.”
“Is Thad unanimous?”
“The old skunk will knife me, but
the court-house ring is about down
and out. I think. Had to put Harlan
Van Hart on their ticket this fall to
sort of brace it up. The people has riz
up. and let a yelp. Benny, and I'm on
the riz with ’em. Come on. I'll take
you to a show this afternoon.”
“Ain’t one in town worth killing.”
“What’s the matter with “The Girl
and the Burglar?”
“Some more bunk handed us from
Broadway. But the girl in it is all to
the good. She’s peeled off a three-bag
ger with this town.”
“Sing?” quavered Mr. Curran palpi
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tatlngly.
"Not much. No one can In these
shows."
"Act?” continued Mr. Curran, more
palpitatingly.
"Not much. She doesn’t hare to.
Nobody does. But this girl's got the
nerve and personality, and the dear old
public always falls for that. She Just
reaches out over the lights and grabs
’em with her smile."
"What—” faltered Mr. Curran. "Is
her name?”
"Ain't you heard? Aurelle Undstrom,
She came out of your corn belt some
where. First season In the big busi
ness. Cohan & Snlts took her out of
a Broadway bunch green as grass, and
the first night here she saved the show
by making faces. The leading woman
blew up and quit right there.”
"Ijet’s go!” cried Mr. Curran.
"Can’t. I'm on the city hall, today.
But take It In. she’ll do to pass an
hour with."
Mr. Curran hurried away. He walked
four blocks and gazed Into another
store front, piled with "If I Were the
Only Girl,” etc., "featured by Aurelle
Lindstrom In "The Girl and the Burg
lar,” and then another and another!
And finally he went to the lake front
and gazed on the massive pile wherein
she lived. He had lost his nerve; he
was afraid to go In. He forgot all about
congress and affairs of state. He went
to see a wholesale paper house on busi
ness, and took In the art museum, re
solved that he would call on Aurelle
at 6. Then ho reasosed that was too
close to dinner and he’d probably both
er her and six or seven millionaires
who’d be hanging around In the por
tieres; so he dined alone at the Annex
and drank a pint of champagne as ri
otously as a country editor can drink
champagne.. After dinner It was too
late to see her, so he concluded It would
bo best to watch her act first and make
up his mind unprejudiced by personal
contact By great luck he got a ticket
from a speculator, for the house was
sold out. His ticket was for the last
row. downstairs, but he didn’t care; It
was enough to be under the same roof
with Aurelle; the orchestra squawking
and the program boys hustling over
his feet; and all about him the dinner
filled and waddly Importance with
which people go to shows. Wiley had
been long enough away from cities to
take a pleasure In watching the mob
crowd In, and hearing the rustle of
their gowns and hats and smelling their
perfumes. The esthete’s soul in him
drew away from their lust of feed and
spectacle, their exploiting banality, yet
he knew this repugnance had no place
In a politician and he was trying tp be
a politician.
Then the orchestra played that chtr
rupy, zing-zlng music, with which all
musical comedies begin, and the cur
tain shot up to discover that theatric
novelty which all good shows must
have—the dilemma of the rich young
man. This time he was In disguise
abroad, where he had followed the
daughter of the Wall street operator.
Then the German Innkeeper, the Eng
lish lord, the American aunt, the chauf
feur. the waiter, the girls In the
cafe, the cablegram, the ticker, and all
those novel things for which the Amer
ican people pay $2. and at which they
laugh delightedly. There wasn't any
burglar, but he was necessary.
Mr. Curran waited feverishly. That
kid, something surely would go wrong
and spoil his delight!
But—she came.
Mr. Curran forgot to breathe. She
was beautiful, and yet not bo as he
had seen her in the woods. But it
wasn't that—out of her abounding and
fun loving health came alternately a
droll abandon and then demureness;
she was apart from all the professional
people about her because of the de
light with which she romped through
her part. She hadn’t a ghost of a stage
voice, or a stage look, or a stage walk;
the people were beginning to laugh
when she came on, and she was laugh
ing with them; and out of the silly
dialogue of the rich young man, who
delighted everybody by stealing the
chauffeur’s coat, she drew more S
mirth for Cohan & Snltz.
"She can’t act!" gasped Mr. Curran,
horrified. “It’s Just only Aurelle!"
That was It. Just Aurelle enjoying
herself Immensely, laughing In a won
drous creation of a gown that wilted
Mr. Curran even to think upon. Then
she began to sing, still In a great good
humor, that heart throb of the Am
erican people: "If I Were the Only
Girl in the World. Don't You Think
You Could Dove Me?" and the boys In
the gallery raised a tremendous racket.
She had to sing It four times and each
time Mr. Curran rocked and moaned.
"She can't sing! Oh, Aurelle!”
But presently. with the uproarious
pleasure of all these people, a great
rapture came to Wiley Curran’s heart.
She was just Aurelle, yet magically
she won her way, all health and grace
and honest gaiety. That was ull she
had to give.
He went out after the act and had a
drink, the tears In his eyes. “The kid
—the dear kid!” he murmured, and had
another drink.
When he got back the stage was a
great splash of color, girls, hats, gowns,
arms, legs. Imitation champagne, con
versation about sugar stock and motor
cars: but Mr. Curran waited Impatiently
for the comedienne. He couldn’t get to
his seat and stood by the rail. But
when she came, this time In a dinner
gown and opera cloak and sang "My
Rosebud Girl”—really, this time, with
a native lyric sweetness—Wiley sighed
with more content, which may, after
all, have been the two drinks. It was
an amazing splendor and success, and
he looked about In complacence that
he knew her and the others did not.
And one of those glances went to the
figure of a man standing near, which
he watched curiously for It was fa
miliar. Then he saw It was Harlan
Van Hart. Harlan, in the gloom of the
foyer, watching Imperturbably. Be
fore Wiley could move, the young
man’s gaze shifted. He came directly,
and without surprise, to the other man.
"Wiley?”
"You here?”
"You saw the Journal tonight?”
"No.” He shrugged toward the
stage. "Of her?”
Harlan motioned enigmatically.
"Come with me. I want to show you.
Although, I don’t know why I should."
Curran followed to the cafe. They
took a table. Harlan waved the waiter
aside. "It's this—’’ He drew the paper
from his pocket. "Why I came here.
By God. to save her, Wiley, If It’s
true!"
The news article announced the sup
posed engagement of Aurelle Dlnd
strom, of the Cohan & Snltz combin
ation. to a young man whom all the
west knew for his plunging on the
board of trade, his motor racing, his
divorce proceedings and his affair*
with women of the underworld.
"1 presume you know who Benhani
is?"
Curran's voice came In a whisper.
"He lies! Ah, God, it's not so!”
"He dares publish it as so. And I
came to see. I eamo to save her, and
you—to amuse yourself!"
The older man stared at him. His
hand came from his pocket. "I came
to give her tills. Her little rosary!”
Harlan's eyes were on it. It had lain
upon her neck all those nights of his
summer love with her. "Her name,”
he muttered on, "given as a former
chorus girl—and coupled with Joe
Benham's! It's horrible!"
"It's a He!"
Harlan sat back cooly. His gray
eyes beckoned the waiter. “I'll see.”
He was writing on a tab. Then, to
the waiter: "Ring for a messenger.
I’ll send for her. To meet us here after
the performace.”
Curran watched him etlently. Har
lan had become the man. The touch
of the Viking in hie blond strength,
which Wiley had always admired, was
up, young, triumphing, prtmalljr ruth
less. Curran would not have dared
send that message—-curt, direct, de
manding that she come. He was con
scious now of fighting against an ob
session of the younger man's victor
iousness. He would stop short of the
gambler's chance, the staking of his
all on his confidence in his own power.
And in 15 minutes the boy came back.
She had written nothing, she had
merely told him she would come.
Then they waited an Intolerable hour,
talking vainly on mattors of the town,
politics and business, law and news
papering. Wiley fidgeted; Harlan was
Imperturbably serene. The cafe filled
with a crush of after theater feeders,
the hum and motion became livelier as
midnight drew on. And then, when
they were still trying to entertain each
other with commonplace and con
strained confidence, none of that old
Joy of Intercourse between them, there
was a stir behind their table and Aure
lle was there.
They were both on their feet. Her
amazement was delightful. She had a
hand to each of them, crying out dis
traction; she was provoked at them why
hadn't they come like gentlemen to
await her at the stage door Instead of
sending for her? She felt as If she had
been arrested. Harlan looked at Wiley,
and Wiley at him. She was puzzled—
but sho ha<t come!
Already the cafe people were look
ing at them. Aurelle was colorful,
aglow' with small poses and careless
graces; she smiled Ingenuously on them
with phrases of her barbarous French
which, she had not been slow to learn,
added to her distinction.
"I’m alone. I declined everybody for
you!" And for their lives neither man
knew at which she was looking—It
must be both.
"You had a? engagement, AureUe?"
Wiley asked her.
"Oh, Just a little one—not enough to
matter, like the Parts lady's baby! I'll
make them all wait—for you. You
know these chappy chaps I’ve got ac
quainted with don't bother me much."
Wiley looked at Harlan. Plainly Joe
Benham's millions and motors hadn't
dazzled Aurelle.
“It’s fine to see you-all." She per
sisted In "you-alls,” and "I reckons,”
and "aint's," when she felt like them.
"Just fine. I did feel hurt because
none of my old friends ever looked me
up In Chicago. And me a real lady
now! Mr. Levy says they’re going to
reorganize the New York production
and give me a chance on Broadway—
little old New York where Ada Norman
and I nearly starved to death”—she
picked an olive from the dish: "Oh, tell
me how Is Uncle Michigan and the
baby?"
Harlan didn’t know. "Fine!" retorted
Wiley. "And Knute says there were
never so many rabbits up on Eagle
Point. He's waiting for you to come
back, and he’s training old Nellie’s pups
to trail ’em."
She was filled with laughter. She
had a pup that could beat Nellie’s!
Yes, slrl "And how Is your old shop,
Mr. Curran, and Aunt Abby and her
Banbury tarts; and which drunk
printer have you got now—Jim Mims or
the Dutch one?" She played her part
before her school-day lover; not for
worlds would she have noticed his silent
stubbornness. "Do you-all really want
me to come back and play In the tin
opera house? How big and grand It
used to seem! I never went except
way up in the gallery with Knute, and
I used to see you boys—Mr. Curran in
a front seat, for he didn’t have to pay
anything. and Harlan allvays thero
with some of the high school girls.”
She sighed demurely. "That was be
fore I went to school!"
"Aurelle,” put in Harlan gravely,
"you've not changed a bit."
"I'm not going to change. Fn not
gone greatly on these cities. When all
these managers and stage directors get
on their high horse with me I say: 'Oh,
you go to the devil—you don't impress
me a bit!' And then they threaten to
discharge me or something, and I say:
‘Go ahead—I can go back to Rome, la.,
and play in the tin opera house! Hen
McFetridge is going to buy it for me!' ”
"You ever hear from Hen McFet
ridge 7'
"The twins wrote me from San Fran
cisco. They've made money again, out
of mineral water this time."
(Continued next week.)
Lending to the Poor.
From the Century Magazine.
The Morris plan of banking provides
for this in the Institutions founded by
tho industrial finance corporation, which
will make possible the turning of charac
ter and earning power into collateral.
This plan to extend borrowing facilities
to the person of small means was first
worked out In America by Arthur J.
Morris, a Virginia lawyer, and has been
adopted by the Industrial finance cor
poration, which Is putting It into opera
tion all over the country. It la designed
for the man showing a legitimate borrow
ing need, and with a reputation for hon
esty among his associates and employers.
The banks lend in proportion to a man’s
earning capacity, having ns security only
a note, bearing interest at 6 per cent, with
two of his friends’ signatures. Tho bor
rower purchases a certificate of invest
ment equal to tho amount of the loan,
making weekly payments at a 2 per cent
rate. At the end of 50 weeks this collat
| eral certificate becomes full paid and the
owner can cash it, paying the money over
to tho bank, or if he is able to discharge
his debt from outside sources he can re
tain his certificate with interest of from
1 to 1% per cent more than savings banks
allow, using it as collateral for a future
loan which will require no indorsement.
Or, again, he may borrow from the bank
the sum needed to pay off the first loan,
putting up the full-paid certificate as col
lateral. When the second loan is repaid
he owns the first certificate of investment
outright. The investment certificates are
issued in units of $Go, and their purchase
Is not confined to borrowers alone.
A Sure Thing.
From the National Monthly.
John was meeting the experience of
his first day in school. The teacher
for some reason had raised the ques
tion of who were the greatest Ameri
cans. John smiled with the com
placence of one possessed of inside in
formation on the subject. •
"Is that all the harder questions they
ask in school?” he queried in scorn.
"Why, Uncle Dan, God, and George
Washington.”
McAlester, Okla., citizens planted
| 3,500 trees one day recently.
Good Cheer Aids
Digestion of Food
Dyspeptics Can Make the Rest of
the Family Happy by Using
a Laxative-Tonic.
The temper of the family and the
good cheer around the table depend so
much on the good digestion of each
Individual present that the experiences
of some former dyspeptics who over
came their trouble should be of inter
est to those now suffering in thiB
way.
The best advice one can give—but it
Is advice that is seldom heeded—Is to
eat slowly and masticate each mouth
ful carefully. However. If slow eating
and careful mastication fail the next
aid Is one close to nature. Dr. Cald
well’s Syrup PepBln. This remedy Is
an excellent dlgestant, and In addition
to helping In the digestion of the food,
acts gently on the liver and bowels,
ridding them of the accumulation of
waste that should long ago have been
passed off. It Is safe, reliable, ploas
ant-tasting, and results are guaran
teed.
MaJ. S. Martin, of Joplin, Mo., now
77, thinks Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup Pepsin
has helped him to a longer and hap
pier life. He has not felt so good in
years as he has since taking this ex
cellent medicine, and In spite of his
77 years he says he feels like a boy.
It Is the ideal remedy for Indiges
tion, no matter how severe; constipa
tion, no matter how chronic, bilious
ness, headaches, gas on the stomach,
drowsiness after eating and similar
annoyances.
NOT hTgH PRICED AMBITION^
Magazine Poet Surely Could Not Be
Accused of Having Too Strong
Desire for Wealth.
Apropos of Marshall R. Kermochan.
who makes $30 a year by writing
music, a magazine poet said:
"To make $30 a year out of music
is pretty good. It’s as much.as 1, a
successful poet, make out of verse.
“When they see my poetry in all the
magazines people think that I live
nt the Ritz-Carlton. Alas, they don’t
know the magazine poetry rates.
"A young lady said to me the other
day:
“ 'I like your poetry so much. I have
often heard the expression—beautiful
as a poet’s dream. Tell me, what are
poet's dreams like?’
" ‘Well, my dear young lady,' l re
plied, 'mine are usually about three
square meals a day, clean linen and
an occasional 5-cent cigar.' ”
Hygienic Salts for the Bath.
A physician who believes in baths
as a tonic advises the UBe of Epsom
or Carlsbad salts—preferably the for
mer—for a general tnvlgoratlon. They
should be used not more than twice a
week.
Take one ounce of the salts to a
pint of warm water for a sponge bath.
Eor a large tub bath use a pint of
salts to a tub of warm water.
Purchase the salts at a wholesale
drug house. The usual price in quan
tities is four cents a pound. This
salt water makes an excellent tonic
and carries off many impurities
through the pores of the skin.
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for
infants and children, and see that It
In Use For Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria
The Easiest Way.
‘‘I wish 1 could make enough money
quickly so I could have the leisure to
sit down and write a play so good that
it would make the country tulk about
it for ten years to come."
"That's easily done. Write a bad
play llrst.”
Putnam Fadeless Dyes will last un
til the goods wear out. Adv.
Both Hands.
"Do you know,” said the wearied
damsel, “that you play a great deal
like Josef Hofmann?”
“Iteall*’! Aren't you joking?” said
the sad specimen.
“Not at all. You both use your
hands.”—Dartmouth Jack o’ Danteru.
Economy.
"Don’t you think it was extravagant
in Miss Noodles to buy an automo
bile?”
“No, Indeed; she married a chauf
feur.”
More people might acquire wisdom
if they were not preoccupied with
foolishness.
MAJ. S. MART'N
You can obtain Dr. Caldwell's Syrup
Pepsin at any drug store for fifty cents
or one dollar, the latter size being
bought by heads of families already
familiar with Its merits. Results are
always guaranteed or money will be
refunded.
When you use Syrup Pepsin you will
see the fallacy of chewing mints and
tablets or of taking cathartics, salts,
pills and similar drastic medicines. Un
like these, Syrup Pepsin does not lose
Its good effect, and by automatically
training the stomach and bowel mus
cles to do their work, soon restores
these organs to normal. ,
Families wishing to try a free sam«
pie bottle can obtain it postpaid by ad
dressing Dr. W. R. Caldwell, 203 Wash.
Ington St., Monticello, 111. A postal
card with your name and address on it
will do. 4
A Tactless Menu.
"My dear, 1 told you that guest I
brought home to dinner was a very
bashful man.”
“I know, but what of it?”
"Nothing, only you did go and put
your foot in it when you had sheep’s
head fish for dinner."
Brainless Town.
Hill—Do you believe that fish make
braine?
Jill—I certainly do.
“Well, they tell me every man who
has gone in the fish business Ui your
town has failed.”
Natural Ending.
"Was there any sign of mourning
when Miss Pretty face snapped up the
best matrimonial catch of the sea
son?"
"Sure there was. All the belles
were told.”
Why She Sidestepped.
He—They say, dear, that people
who live together get in time to look
actly alike.
She—Then you may consider my re
fusal final.—New York Sun.
Her Experience.
Kthel—Man proposes—
Marie—Yes, but he needs encourag^
ment.
The barking dog seldom bites th<
cautious man.
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the low priced lands of Manitoba, 3
Saskatchewan and Alberta, will
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Canada offers a hearty welcome
to the Settler, to the man with a
family looking for a home; to the
farmer's son, to the renter, to all whc
wish to live under better conditions.
Canada's grain yield in 1913 is
the talk of the world. Luxuriant
Grasses give cheap fodder for large
herds; cost of raising and fattening
for market is a trifle.
The sum realized for Beef, Butter, 1
Milk and Cheese will pay fifty per
cent on the investment.
Write for literature and partic
ulars as to reduced railway
rates to Superintendent
of Immigration, Ottawa,
Canada, or to
i. 31. SlaeLaehlan. Drawer 578,
Watertown, 8. II..W.V. Ilrnnett,
Bee Building, Omaha, Nebraska
ami It. A. Garret!. till Jack eon
Btreet, Nt. Paul, Hlnnmolu
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