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"Then, naturally, you must feel Con
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Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria
Only a Portion.
"You women are too extravagant,"
he stormed. “Last year $G00,000,000
was spent in this country for frills and
furbelows.”
"Well, I didn't spend all of it,” was
her defense.—Louisville Courier-Jour
nal.
Across the Seas.
Mrs. Joseph Chamberlain unveiled a
memorial at Weymouth, England, to
her ancestor, John Endicott, first gov
ernor of Massachusetts Bay, and
Richard Clark, who sailed from Wey
mouth for New England 300 years ago.
Louis Cook, representing the town of
Weymouth, Mass., was present.
Travel-Talk Bores.
“Now is the season when all the
world, just back from Europe, is bent
on boring us with travel talk.”
The speaker was Mayor Rockwell of
of Akron. He resumed:
"There are a number of ways to
shut these travel bores up. A good
way is the Coliseum one.
“The bore says to you, enthusias
tically:
“ ‘And in Rome I saw the Coliseum
by moonlight. Um-m-m, wasn't it
fine!’
" ‘The Coliseum?’ you answer, calm
ly. 'Which one?’
“Of course, there’s only one Coli
seum in Rome. But the bore isn’t sure
about it, and if there are two, he
doesn't want to expose his ignorance.
While he hems and haws and stutters,
very red in the face, you easily make
your escape from him.”
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drinking.
"Ever since I can remember,”
writes an Ind. woman, “my father
Ifas been a lover of his coffee, but. the
continued use of it so affected his
stomach that he could scarcely eat at
times.
"Mother had coffee-headache and
dizziness, and if I drunk coffee for
breakfast I would taste it all day and
usually go to bed with a headache.
"One day father brought home a
pkg. of Postum recommended by our
grocer. Mother made it according to
directions on the box and it just “hit
the spot.” It has a dark, seal-brown
color, changing to golden brown when
cream is added, and a snappy taste
similar to mild, high-grade coffee, and
we found that its continued use speed
ily put an end to all our coffee ills.
"That was at least ten years ago
and Postum has, from that day to
this, been a standing order of father’s
grocery bill.
“When I married, my husband was
a great coffee drinker, although he
admitted that it hurt him. When I
mentioned Postum he said he did not
like the taste of it. I told him I
could make it taste all right. He
smiled and said, try it. The result
was a success, he won't have any
thing but Postum.”
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Instant Postum—is a soluble pow
der. Made in the cup with hot wa
ter—no boiling—30c and 50c tins.
The cost per cup of both kinds is>
about the same.
"There’s a Reason” for Postum.
—sold by Grocers
*
Ataance of Extraordinary Distinction
The Marshal
By Nary Raymond Shipman Andrews
Au<flor The Perfect Tribute, etc.
Copy light, The Bobbs-MenrlH Comparer*
CHAPTER XI—(Continued).
Big little Pietro had to be told what
had happened and how the general
was now to be a father to him as best
he might, and Alixe and Francois
would be his sister and brother. He
took the blow dumbly and went about
his studies next morning, but for many
days he could not play, and only Fran
cois could make him speak. He clung
to the other boy, and seemed to find
his best comfort in tile friendship
which it had been his father's parting
inspiration to assure for him. He was
handsome—extraordinarily handsome
—and a lovable, good child, but slow
in initiative where Francois was ready,
shy where Francois was friends with
all the world, steady going where the
peasant boy was brilliant. Between
the two, of such contrasting types,
was an unspoken bond from the first,
and at this age it seemed to be the
l.ttle peasant who had everything to
give. Smaller physically, weaker in
muscle than the big boned son of
north Italy, he yet took quite naturally
an attitude of protection and guidance,
and Pietro accepted it without hesita
tion. There was no Jealousy between
them. Francois taught the other, who
had grown up petted but untrained in
the lonely castle of his ancestors, all
that he knew of boyish skill and
strength, and was enchanted when his
pupil went beyond him, as happened
where brute force counted. Yet Fran
cois was the acknowledged leader.
‘‘Father,” Alixe complained, “Pietro
will not try to knock Francois down.
Pietro is big, yet it is always Francois
who comes up behind him and throws
him on the grass, and Pietro only
smiles and gets up. Make Pietro be
brave and quick as Francois is,
father.”
for you, who are only a girl," the gen
eral growled, and put an arm around
her and kissed her brown head.
And Alixe pushed away haughtily.
"That is not a way to talk before boys.
They might not understand how a girl
is worth six boys, and it is you who
said it. Besides, I can ride, can I not.
lather? Nobody has jumped Coq over
the hedge by the far field but just me
—Alixe." And the boys nodded their
dark heads and agreed, and Pietro
added:
“She can run faster than I, though
my legs are so long." And he smiled
at her in his sleepy fashion, honest,
admiring, shy.
Things went on in this way for two
years or more, and the three studied
together under the tutor, and rode Coq
in the park, and sometimes went to
gether of a Friday afternoon to the
Valley farm and spent a two days there
never to be forgotten. They were royal
guests to Lo Francois and La Claire,
and the wholesome simple things done,
to amuse them were endless; the farm
was theirs to play with for that week
end. First, on coming, there was a
fine lurch; gigot—a leg of lamb—which
one gave to princes, with salad and
bread and wine and much besides. The
grandmother told them stories, the
father took them driving on hay
wagons; the mother showed them how
to milk, to shell peas and other occult
accomplishments. The children were
ready to drop everything and do any
thing with them at any moment. It
was like a glorious doll’s house built
for the little visitors. And according
to the season they gathered fruits—
raspberries, apples, whatever grew. The
Fgrrqe, jjjt Val was a fairy land of
pleasure. S’" JHS?*'- — ■
Also the chateau at Vieques with
three children in it was no convent.
That good boy Francois was forever in
inisehief. For instance, there was the
winter’s day when he got the general
Into difficulty with the church by bru
tally snowballing the bishop.
"I thought it was Marcelle,” Fran
cois explained penitently. “He pranced
lust as Marcelle prances. And I was
hiding behind the door with my am
munition—15 snowballs, my seigneur—
big hard ones. It was twilight, so I
could not see plainly. I fired straight,
my seigneur. I gave him one in the
neck. And one on the head, and two
in the back, and one or two in the
stomach when he turned. I only missed
once. And also w'hen he turned howl
ing, with his hand out, I sent one into
his mouth before I saw. It is too bad
it was the bishop, my seigneur; but
why didn’t he fight back?”
And the seigneur, scolding fero
ciously, had a gleam In his eye
which lessened Francois' sense of
w'rong-doing. There was also an occa
sion when, hearing the general give a
long order to Marcelle for the stable,
Francois went out hurriedly with a
stout cord and fastened it where Mar
celle must go. And Marcelle, the pran
cer, caught his foot and entered the
stable door like a comet and fell on
Jules, the groom, in his orbit—on Jules
carrying a bucket of water; and Jules
and the water and Marcelle ricochetted
in a thousand-legged tangle Into Coq’s
stall; where Coq, being angry, let forth
a neigh and a kick together, one of
which broke the innocent Jules’ arm.
So that Francois, stating the case to
the general, was condemned to do the
groom’s work till the arm was cured.
The days were not monotonous at the
chateau of Vieques. They were not all
work and no play to the three very
human children living there.
So with work and play life rolled
rapidly, and suddenly life was all
changed. A governess was coming for
Alixe, and Francois and Pietro were
going away to the great military school
of Saint-Cyr, near Paris.
CHAPTER XII.
THE STRANGE BOY.
Two years slid past noiselessly, un
noticed, and it was vacation time; It
was August of the year 1824. The
Valley of the Jura was all afloat on a
sea of scarlet poppies. They grew
higher than the corn, and the wind
tossed the waves of them against the
sunlight, and the sea of them glittered
silver, pricked with a million gold-red
points; then the wind tossed the thou
sand, thousand waves bark tow'ard the
sun, tfnd the land-sea was shadowy,
streaked with flume unendingly. The
little river—the Cheulte—rushed down
between the fields of gold and scarlet
in its'immortal hurry, murmuring over
the stones. The old chateau of Vie
ques—the ruin—lay back behind the
corn fields and smiled in hot sunlight
at the two thousandth ocean of color
which had washed the land up to its
crumbling wails, since the Roman gov
ernor piled the old gray stones.
A tall lad of 14, another boy. slighter,
quicker, darker, and a little girl of 11
In a short white dress, wandered
through the ruins, talking earnestly
now, silent now, filling the grim place
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8
with easy laughter again. Alixe and
Francois and Pietro were growing up:
the general already grumbled words
about kittens turning into cats, as he
looked at them. Yet the general was
satisfied in his soul with each one, at
whatever age, and glad of each day
more of this long unconscious childhood
in which they held to one another as
closely and frankly as if they were real
sister and brothers.
Today was the first complete day of
the vacation; for till now Francois had
been at the farm, working hard with
his father at the harvesting. This
morning he had come over to spend a
week at the chateau. And without ar
rangement, only because It was their
oldest and most fascinating play
ground, they had strolled along the
steep hillside, Into the road that led to
the pasture at the foot of the moun
tain and then to the gate, barring out
wagons and cattle, the gate of tho
fence which enclosed the old chateau.
The grass was green on the high
mound under which lay heaped the
stones of the Roman tower, it was long,
and waved in the breeze; the ugliness
of the barbarism and cruelty of those
days lay so buried; on the right were
the granaries where the wicked gov
ernor had stored the grain wrung from
the country people; over the steep wall
to the left was the opening to the cor
ridor which led, as all the world of
Vieques had known for centuries, to
the treasure house; it was there that
the phantom, the great dog, appeared.
The children told the old story to one
another; they rebuilt as they talked, in
the peace of the summer afternoon, the
old war castle; they raised its long
walls and placed its narrow windows
and machicolated its roofs—In the
young m'nds a dream of the old place
rose complete under the new chestnut
trees of only two or three hundred
years’ standing.
"Just behind the great stone there,
Alixe formulated, “was the dog's bed
room. Of course, a great monsieur use
the dog had his own bedroom—yes,
and office, loo—and maybe his dining
room.”
And the Jolte was enough on that
lazy day of vacation to set peals of
light laughter ringing through the
ruins. Alixe stopped laughing sud
denly. , ,
"Who is that?" she demanded. Her
eyes were lifted to the hill rising be
hind the green mound, and the glance
of the others followed hers. A young
man, a boy, was coming lightly down
the slope, and something in his figuie
and movement made it impossible even
at a distance that it should be any one
of the village. Strangers were not
common in quiet Vieques, and why
should a stranger bo coming over the
mountain? The children were silent as
they watched the figure drawing clos
er; it seemed as If an event of im
portance was about to happen. Rapid
ly the boy sprang down the mountain
side; they could see him plainly now;
he was two or three years older than
the boys of the chateau; he was short,
slender, compact, with a thin aquiline
face, with something about him which
the country bred children did not un
derstand to be that subtle quality,
presence. He saw them, and came for
ward, and his cap was off quickly as
ho glanced at Alixe. But with a keen
lopk at the three, it was Francois to
w h fniTi espok e."
“Is this France?*' he asked.
“gut yes, Monsieur,” Francois an
swered wondering—and In a moment he
wondered more. The strange boy, his
cap flung from him, dropped on his
knees and kissed tl:o grass that grew
over the Roman governor's founda
tions. With that he was standing
again, looking at them unashamed from
his quiet gray eyes.
“It is the first time I have touched
the soil of France since I was 7 years
old," he stated, not as If to excuse his
act, but as if explaining something his
torical. And was silent.
The children, going over this day’s
event many times after, could never
remember how it happened that they
had talked so much. The strange boy
talked very little; they could not recol
lect that he asked questions, after his
startling question; yet here was Alixe,
the very spirited and proud little Alixe,
anxious to make him understand every
thing of their own affairs.
"I am Alixe," she began—and stopped
short, seized with shyness. Was It
courtesy to explain to the young mon
sieur about her distinguished father?
Or was it bragging? She found her
self suddenly in an agony of confusion,
for all of them were laughing their
quick young laughter at her brief state
ment. Then the stranger made a low
bow and spoke in the gentlest friendly ]
tones.
It is enough. It is a charming
name. Mademoiselle Alixe. I belive I
shall now think it tho most charming
name in France."
And Alixe, blushing furiously, yet felt
a satisfactory conviction that she had
not been at all stupid.
"She has more of a name than that,
however, Monsieur,” and Francois step
ped across the grass and stood by the
little girl, her knight, unconscious of
tho part he played. "It is a very grand
name, the other one. For our seigneur,
the father of Alixe, is Monsieur the
Baron Gaspard Gourgaud, a general of
Napoleon himself; he was indeed with
the Bmperor at St. Helena.”
Francois had no false modesty, no
self consciousness; he felt that he had
placed Alixe's standing now in the best
light possible. The strange boy felt it,
too, it seemed, for he started as Fran
cois spoke of Napoleon; his reserved
face brightened and his cap was off
and sweeping lowr as he bowed again
to Alixe more deeply. Francois was de
lighted. It was in him to enjoy dra
matic effect, as It is in most French
men. He faced about to Pietro.
"This one. Monsieur,” he went on,
much taken with himself as master of
ceremonies, "is Monsieur the Marquis
Zappi of Italy. His father ulso fought
for the great captain.”
The quiet strange boy interrupted
swiftly. “I know,” he said. "Of the
Italian corps under Prince Eugene;
also on the staff of Gannes. I know
the name well," and he had Pietro's
hand in a firm grasp and was looking
into the lad's embarrassed face with
his dreamy keen eyes.
The children, surprised, were yet too
young to wonder much that a boy
scarcely older than themselves should
have the army of Napoleon at his
fingers' ends; he gave them no time to
think about it.
"One sees, without the names, that
you are of the noblesse,” he said sim
ply, embracing the three in his sleepy
glance He turned to Francois. "And
you, Monsieur the spokesman? You are
also of a great Bcnapartist house?”
Francois stood straight and slim; his
well knit young body In hla military
dress was carried with all the assur
ance of an aristocrat. He smiled his
brilliant t xqulbit smile Into the older
boy's face.
"Me—1 am n peasant," he said cheer
fully. -I have no house.” Then Into
the stlenco that fell ho spoke simply.
"There are no officers of my family,
no battles where my name was known."
The controlled glance of the stranger
rested on him attentively. With that
the look of Francois changed In a flash;
his eyes blazed as he threw out both
hands in a strong gesture. "It makes
no difference," he cried. "My life was
consecrated from its start to the ser
vice of the house of Bonaparte. It will
count; I live because I believe that. 1
know surely that I shall yet do a thing
worth while for a Bonaparte,”
A curious vivid glance shot at the ex
cited boy from under the drooping lids
ol tlie newcomer. "Monsieur," he said
quietly, "I" But no one had time
to hear the rest. Because Alixo had sud
denly thrown her arm about Francois'
neck, and was crying out impetuous
words.
"He is a peasant—yes. But he Is also
our bhither, Pietro's and mine, and no
prime is better than Francois—not
one."
"Or half so good," Pietro put In with
Ins slow tones.
, "You are likely right." the stranger
agreed laconically.
And then without questions asked.
In rapid eager sentences, tho three had
told him how it was; how Francois, re
fusing to leave the cottage, was yet the
son of the castle; how Pietro had come
and had stayed, how the boys were at
school together; how in the vacations
they were still sister and brothers,
whether at the castle or the farm; all
this and much more the three poured
out to the silent lad who listened, who
seemed to ray almost nothing, vet
managed to make them feel at every
moment that he cared to hear what
they said. With that they were talking
about tho village of Vieques, and its
antiquity, and then of the old chateau;
and one told the legend of the treusure
and of the guardian dog.
Just over the wall there Is tire open
ing where he appeared to old Pierre
Tremblay,” Francois pointed out."And
Pierre was half witted ever after. I
know, for I have seen him myself Ho
mumbled."
"That Is Interesting.” The stranger
spoke with more animation than ho
had shown before—he was, after all,
for all of his reserve, a boy. "I should
like an interview with that dog. I
must at least see his kennel. Over that
wall? I will climb the wall.”
"But no," Francois put in quickly.
"It is unsafe these last rive years. I
have climbed It, but not in these last
years. You can go around and get In
by another way and see tho hole of
tho dog.”
Who niao„ ho....— . ,
think I should prefer to climb the
wall,” he said.
Aiixe spoke. 'If Francois can not go
it is impossible. He is the best climber
of all the country, are you not then,
Francois?”
"yes," said Francois.
And Pietro echoed. “But yes. All
the world knows it."
"I think I should like to climb the
wall," the stranger repeated gently.
And he did. The others watching
anxiously, he crawled out on the un
certain pile 10 feet in uir. A big stone
crashed behind him; he crawled on.
Then, “I see it," lie cried, and waved
a triumphant hand, and with that tliero
was a hoarse rumble of lessened
masonry, and doyn came the great
blocks close to his hands—he was slip
ping—he had jumped. And as ho
jumped a heavy square of stone tum
bled with him and caught him, felled
him pinned into the tumbling wall by
bis coat. And. above, the wall swayed
Then, in the instunt of time before Cho
catastrophe, Francois had sprung like a
cat into the center of danger and los
sened the ooat and pushed tho other
yjeie'itjy ruling, across the grass
out of harffiTiftay.Ve-s—
Aiixe screamed ohee sharply. Fran
cois lay mollonless on his face and the
great stones rained around him. It
was all over in a moment; in a mo
ment more a shout of joy rose from
Pietro, for Francois lifted his head and
began crawling difficulty, with Pietro's
help, out of tho debris. There was a
cut on his cheek, a deep one, bleed
ing badly, on the back of his hand, and
bruises were distributed over him. but
by a marieale he had come off with ills
life and only so much the worse, ilo
sooner was Francois on his feet than
Aiixe startled them by turning on tho
Innocent and surprised Pietro in a per
fect fury of scorn.
"He is not dead—but that Is
not your fault," she threw at
him. You who love him so much!
You let him go into that danger.”
"But—but I didn't know he was go
ing, Aiixe,” stammered Pietro. "It
was—so quick."
“Quick? Yes, Francois was quick.
Why weren't you quick, too? It is al
ways Francois. Why don't you do
something brave once in a while? Why
don't you make peopls admire you, not
always Francois?"
(Continued next week.)
Public Registering of the Unfit.
From the Pictorial Review.
“The Third House” an organization of
over 1,000,000 has done much In the way
of social reform. In Pictorial Review for
July, the concluding article of this great
series on what these progressive women
have accomplished, Mabel Potter Daggett
says:
“Out in the state of Iowa, two physi
cians appalled by the stream of sorrow
and horror tlmt flowed through their of
fices as through every other doctor's of
fice in the country, determined that a
remedy must be found. Nine years ago,
Dr. Margaret V. Clark, later state secre
tary of the public health education com
mittee of women physicians, and her hus
band, Dr. G. Hardy Clark, of Waterloo,
la., began crying the warning of tills
peril that menaces the American home.
Their propaganda for a law to require
venereal disease to be registered and con
trolled by the board of health, has been
promoted by the Federation of Women’s
clubs, the W. C. T. U., and the Mother's
congress of the state.
“Rut many men of the medical profes
sion exclaimed in protest against such a
violation of "professional secrecy.” How
could they “report” a leading banker, a
judge, a pillar of the church! “It was
impossible!” they said. “If anything of
the sort were done, there wouldn’t be
courts enough to try the resultant divorce
suits.” Four consecutive legislatures
agreeing with that argument, turned down
the Clark bill. At last It was amended
by a compromise that patients shall bo
reported by serial number instead of by
name. And In this form, the black plague
bill became a law in Iowa in 1913. It is
the most drastic legislation of the sort
ever enacted. #
“From Iowa the Clark plan has reached,
other states. The Federation of Women's
clubs was successful in securing a some
what similar law for Utah. Last year
also Vermont passed & black plague law
after a state-wide campaign by women's
clubs and a stirring appe*al to the 'legis
lature by their representative. Mrs. George
H. Smilie, of Montpelier. This new law
for the registration of social diseases,
checks up that other law for the eugenic
marriage. The marriage health certifi
cate can't bo secured, bv the man who
is publicly registered as unlit.”
Not Responsible.
From the National Monthly.
Clerk—Mr. Brown. I should like to
ask for a raise in my wages. I’ve just
been married.
Employer—Very sorry, my dear man,
but I can’t help you. For accident*
which happen to our employes, outside
of the factory we are not responsible.
SUPPLIES FOR CHILDBIRTH.
If a woman Is to be confined at homa
•he should provide the following:
Two to four pounds of absorbemt
cotton.
One lnrge package of sterile gau*«
(25 yards.)
Four rolls of cotton batting.
Two yards of stout muslin for ab
dominal binders.
Twelve old towels or diapers.
Two old sheets.
Two yards of bobbin, or very narrow
tape, for tying tho cord.
Other things that may be needed nr»:
One hundred bichloride of mercury
tablets.
Four ounces of boric add.
One bottle of white vaseline.
One pound of castle soap.
One quart of grain alcohol.
One double pan.
One stiff hand brush.
One slop jur or covered enamel
bucket.
Three pottery or agateware basins,
one 16 Inches and two 11 inches In
diameter.
Pitchers—at least three, holding on*
quart and upward.
One and one-half yards of rubber
sheeting, at least 36 inches wide, or
one and one-half yards of white tablt
oilcloth, to protect tho matress.
One two-quart fountain syringe.
One medicine glass.
One medicine dropper.
One drinking tube.
Tho above Is quoted from "Parental
Care." We can Indorse all of It except
possibly the advice to lay in 100 bi
chloride of mercury tablets.
This list Is followed by detailed In
struction on how to make and sterilize
pads, sponges, pledgets, nnd bobbins.
"Prenatal Care” Is a simple treatise
on the care of the mother in pregnancy
and during confinement nnd the can
of the mother and child after confine
ment. Any woman can understand It.
Every mother and every prospective
mother should road It. Tho cost?
Nothing.
It Is Issued by the children’s bureau
of the United States department of la
bor, and Is No. 1, of the care of chil
dren’s series. If you want It, write
for It. If the supply gives out write
your congressman asking him to work
for a new supply. That’s what con
gressmen. congresses, and governments
are In Washington for.
LEAKY HEART VALVES.
Bishop say;- there Is special reason
for tlie wise advising of men with
leaky heart valves, “for they are plastic
material for the easy creation of
chronic invalids on the one hand or
the development of useful lives on the
other." Especially Is this true of young
people suffering from the leaky valves
which result from growing pains and
childhood infections,
A man with a sound heart possibly
can afford to live a life of laziness and
convert ins muscles into putty. A man
with a leaky heart must keep his
muscles in trim. The leak nieans that
some of the blood must be repumped
at each beat, and to do it good red
muscle is required. It is Impossible to
keep good red heart muscle without
first keeping tlie arm muscles good and
red.
Furthermore, a man with a leaky
heart must eat enough of good nutri
tious fond to keep Ills muscles well
nourished. A healthy man can usually
afford to indulge in some of tlie foolish
fads of the 57 varieties of food cranks,
but riot so the man with a leaky heart.
Among the forms of exercise tlie
man with a leaky heart can take arc
playing tennis, horseback riding and
swimming, according to Bishop. But
he must respect his wind. If lie feels
his heart pounding in his chest, or
feels It In his throat, or is "panty." he
must stop at once. Whenever exer
cise lias been carried to tin1 point where
these symptoms are manifested, the
man has gone too far. If compensa
tion has been broken, until it can be
re-established, the man must go just
to tho opposite extreme; lie must rest
to re-establish his compensation.
From any standpoint this group is
not of much importance, compared
with those who have good compensa
tion and want to keep it. The second
group Is usually under the direction oi
physicians., as tho members should be,
for they need individual advice.
Members of the (list group should
also see physicians at stated intervals,
but the majority of them do not. For
some of them It is tills c olumn or noth
ing. Therefore, let us resay it: They
must devote some time each day to
building up their wind by moderated
exercise.
There comes the same warning about
eating. The advice to eat a mixed diet
is not to be construed as license. Over
eating is nearly as bad as feeling your
heart thumping in your throat. Espe
cially when there is evidence of bro
ken compensation, the man may have
to go on a milk diet, or may have to
avoid whatever produces “biliousness.”
This may be meat, or eggs, or milk, or
something else.
He Wouldn't Clean Up.
From the Christian Herald.
In the vigorous two-year campaign
recently ended. In which SO towns com
peted for the honor of being designated
the cleanest one in the Bone Star state,
Texas ended the scourges that have
devastated It from earliest times, made
good health contagious, and proved
that there is a relation between dirt and
death rate.
Housekeepers' committees made in
spections wherever application was
made. A white list was published
weekly, in the local paper, of the names
of those store keepers whose premises
were kept in sanitary condition. At
first some of the merchants were indig
nant, but they soon fell Into line. Each
town was divided into sections with a
prominent man in charge—usually
about every four square blocks. Blafiks
were prepared with which every resi
dence was scored. There was no dis
crimination. But few took offense at
criticisms. Those who did object to
such inspection, and who were indif
ferent to the suggestions made by the
clean-up committee, had notices served
upon them by the marshal. In Okla
homa, where they are a trifle more ar
bitrary in their methods, they took
possession of a man who refused to
follow such suggestions, and exhibited
him about town in a cage as "the man
who wouldn’t clean up.” Such meth
ods did not become necessary in Texas.
Prize Contest.
The Ice trust having offered a silver lov
ing cup of the best excuse which might
be invented for raising the price of ice
after the present cold winter, we hope
fully submit the following:
1. The ice being so thick and heavy, tt
costs more to handle it.
2. The blocks are so large that there Is
great waste In cutting them up for the
retail trade.
3. The ice Is so cold It freezes solid tn
the storage houses and is very difficult
to get out.
4. As the winter has been so cold, the
summer will necessarily be very hot, and
the demand for ice very great, so that it
is doubtful If there will be enough to go
around.
5. Tile Ice being extra thick, extra cold
and extra quality all through, it ts only
proper that an extra price should be de
manded.
6. The price of Ice never had any re
lation to the cost of production, anyhow.
.—.i—.
Most of the free advice la handed
out by people who want to get rid of It,
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on his head and face. Then they would
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from It and his face also. His whole
body was affected. They were little
white pimples which itched and
burned something terrible. His cloth
ing seemed to Irritate him and It was
almost impossible for him to sleep at
night. They also disfigured him as
they were on his face.
"We tried medicine but without suo
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three or four weeks when I thought
I would try the Cuticura Soap and Oint
ment. I would bathe him with warm
water, as warm as he could stand and
Cuticura Soap, then apply the Cuti
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that I did this It seemed to relieve
him as he slept well and Inside of two
weeks he was completely healed.”
(Signed) Mrs. L. White, Jan. 29, 1914.
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