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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 6, 1924)
BEFORE TWINS WERE BORN Was Very Miserable. Felt Lots Better After Taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound Wyocena, Wisconsin.—“I took Lydia E. Pmkbam'a Vegetable Compound be iwc tujr vvruia wcio bom because my sis ter used it and rec ommended it to me. 1 was so I could scarcely go about my daily work I was in rach misery. But af ter I began taking the second bottle I was feeling lots bet ter. I took three bot tles and a half before [ was confined and musnea ine Dome wnne i was in uea. i got up feeling fine and have taken care of the twins alone ever since. I recom mend the Vegetable Compound highly and will sing its praises in the future. ” —Mrs. Ira Gerwtz, Wyoccna, Wis. It is remarkable how many cases have been reported similar to this one. Many mothers are left in a weakened and run-down condition after child-birth, and for such mothers the care of the baby is well-nigh impossible. Not only is it hard for the mother, but the child itself will indirectly suffer. Lydia E. Pink ham's Vegetable Com pound is an excellent ftdnic for tho mother both before andjif ter child-birth. It is prepared from medicinal roots and herbs, and does noybontain any harm ful drugs. It caruKe taken in safety by nursing mother*. e=2=-yf—---1. ■ Eminently Qualified "My I jy, Bunt, is an awful example, and nr, mistake," admitted Gap John son of Butnpus Itldge. "He’s as lazy as a dad-burned turtle; he’ll tell a lie when the truth would do just as well, or even better; and he steals every thing he can lay his hands on. If the durn’ little cuss don’t mend his ways before he grows up he’ll go to the legislature, as sure ns a gun Is Iron I’’ —Kansas City Star. Culumet Nut Cookies H cup butter H cup sugar 2 eggs 1 cup flour 1 level teaspoon baking powder % cup chopped nuts 1 teaspoon vanilla Cream butter and add suRar and eggs. well beaten. Sift flour and bak ing powder together. Add to first mix-, ture; then add nuts and flavoring. Drop from a spoon on a greased baking! nheet, leaving an inch space between them. Sprinkle with chopped nuts and bake In a hot oven (350° ]■’.). Tills wil( make about two dozen cookies. Autos in the Desert The Arabian sheik no longer gallops across the desert on a thoroughbred steed—he uses an auto. So says Lord Thomson, British air minister, who has returned from Irak, according to the New York Post. The gasoline Supply has been organized by English men, with a tilling station along the desert road. The gasoline Is kept In concrete subterranean chambers. Sure Relief FOR INDIGESTION iBtlV-W indigestion!/ ' ct/m_> 6 B ELL-ANS 1 Hot water Sure Relief ELL-ANS 25* AND 75* PACKAGES EVERYWHERE Chapped Hand* & Cracked Knuckle* Rub Vaecline" Petroleum Jelly on your hands before working in the cold or wet and you'll avoid chapped hands and cracked knuckles. For cuts, burns, bumps, bruises and sores or skin troubles, •pply Vaseline" Jelly liberally. Always solo, soothing and healing. 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The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing “like snow up on the desert’s dusty face, light ing a little hour or two- was gone.” Man is a poeular animal. No matter what the fire and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes out. He has nothing to fall back upon, no substitute; but a woman always has the mother love. When the disillusion comes, when the fairy story ends, if she is blessed with children, she doesn’t mind. If she has no children- she goes on loving her husband; but he is no longer a man but a child. A dog appeared unexpectedly upon the thresold. He was yel low and coarse of hair; flea-bit ten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced_to turn sav agely upon one of these distur bers who had no sense of the fit ness of things. “Well, well; look who’s here!” cried Spurlock. He started toward the dog with the idea of ejecting him, out Ruth ntervened. “No, please 1 It is good luck for a dog to enter your house. Lot me keep him.” “What? Good Lord, he’s alive with fleas! They’ll be all over the place.” “Please!” She dropped the curtains and the manuscripts, knelt and held out her arms. The dog approach ed timidly, his tail going fur iously. lie suspected a trap. The few whites he had ever known generally offered to pet him when they really wanted to kick him. But Ruth’s hand fell fell gently upon his bony head, he knew that no one in this house would ever offer him a kick. So he decided to stay. “You want him?” “Please!” said Ruth. “All right. What’ll we call him—Kollo? —ironically. “I never had a pet. I never had even a real doll,” she add ed, as she snuggled the flea-bit ten head to her heart. “See how glad he is!” His irony and displeasure sub sided. She had never had a pet, never had a real doll. Here was a little corner of the past.—a tragic corner. lie knew that tra gedy was as blind as justici, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. He must never refuse her anything which was within his power to grant— anything (lie modified) which did not lead to his motives. “You poor child!—you can have all the dogs on the island, if you want, them! Conic along to the kitchen, and we’ll give Kollo a tubbing.” And thus their domesticity at MeClintock’s began—with the tubbing of a stray yellow dog. It was an uproarious affair, for Rollo now knew that he had been grieviously betrayed: they were trying to kill him in a new way. Nobody will ever know what the fleas thought. The two young fools laughed Until they cried. They were drenched with water and suds. Their laughter, together with the agonized yowling of the dog drew a circle of wondering nat fives; and at length MeClintoek himself came dver to see what the racket was about. When he saw, his roars could be heard across the lagoon. “You two will have this island by the ears,” he said, wiping his eyes. “Those hoys out there think this is some new religious rite and tha you are skinning the dog alive to eat him!” The shock of this information loosened Spurlock's grip on the dog- who bolted out cf the kitchen and orf of the house, maintaining h.s mile-a-minute Igait until lie reached the ungle jrauck, where he proceeded to neutralize the poison with which he had been lathered by rolling in the muck. But they found him on the veranda when they returned from McClintoek’s that evening, lie had forgiven everybody. From then on he was Ruth’s dog. Nothing else so quickly estab lishes the condition of comrade ship as the sharing of a laugh able incident. Certain reserves went down on both sides. Spur lock discussed the affairs of the island and Ruth gave him in ex change her adventures with the native girl who was to be their S' rvant. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty. From then until four in the afternoon there was nothing to do-the whole island went to sleep. Even the chattering monkeys, parrots, and parrakeets departed the fruit groves for the smelly dark of the jungle. If, around noon, a coco nut proa landed, the boys made no effort to unload. They hunt ed up shady nooks and went to sleep; but promptly at four they would be at the office, ready for barter. Spurlock bad found the type writer, oiled and cleaned it, and began to practice on it in the night. He would never be able to compose upon it, but it would serve to produce the finished w ork. Above the w ork-table was a drop-light-kerosene. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning punk in brass jars. He was keen to get to work, but the inspiration would not come. He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste basket. Then, one night, he glanced up to behold Ruth and Iloilo in the doorway. She crook ed her finger. “What is it?” “The night-” she answered. “.Come and see the lagoon in the moonlight.” He drew dowrn the lamp and blew it out, and followed her in to the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. There was only one sound—the fall of the sea upon the main beach, and even that said: “Hush! Hush! Hus-s-sh!” Not a leaf stirred, not a shadow moved. The great gray holers of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. “Let us sit here,” she said, in dicating the white sand border ing the lagoon ; “and in a minute or two you will see something quite wonderful . . . There!” Out of the dark unruffled sap phire of the lagoon came vertical flashes of burning silver- singly and in groups. “What in the world is it?” he asked. “Flying fish. Something is feeding upon them. I thought, you might like to see. You might bo able to upsc the picture some dav.” “I don’t know.” lie bent his head to his knees. “Something’s wrong. I can’t invent; the thing won’t come.” “Shall I tell you a real story ? ’ ’ “Something you have seen?” “Yes.” “Tell it. Perhaps what I need is something to bite in.” So she told him the adventure of the two beachcombers in the typhoon, and how they became regenerated by their magnificent courage. , “That’s tremendous!” he cried. “Lord, if I can only re member to write it exactly as you tohl it!” lie jumped to his feet. “I’ll tackle it to-night! ’ “But it’s after ten !” What’s that got to do with h ? . . . The roofs of the na tive huts scattering in the wind! . . . the absolute agony of the twisting palms! . . . and those two beggars laughing as they breasted death ! Girl, you’ve gone and done it!” lie leaned down and caught her by the hand- and then raced with her to the bungalow. Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now call ed his study. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tink ling mysteriously. His pipe hung dead in his deeth, but the smoke was dense about him. His hand flew across the paper. As soon as he finished a sheet, he tossed it aside and began another. Oc casionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. But she could tell by the dullness of his eyes that he saw only some inner vision. Unobserved, she knelt and kissed the threshold: for she knew what kisses were now. The curtain tinkled as her head brushed t- but he neither saw' nor heard. CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock’s custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. Ruth took hers in the sea, but was careful never to go beyond her depth be cause of the sharks. She always managed to get back to the bungalow before he did. As she came in this morning ' she saw that the lamp was still j burning in the study; so she stopped at the door. Spurlock lay with his head on his arms, asleep. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. She ran to the lamp and extinguished it: Spurlock slept on. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. Ruth wore a printed cotton kimono. She tied the obi clumsi ly about her waist- then gently laid her hand on the bowed head, lie did not move. Mischief bub bled up in her. She set her fingers in the hair and tugged, drawng him to a sitting posture and stooping so that her eyes would be iu the level with his when he awoke. He opened his eyes, protesting ly, and beheld the realization oc lis dream, lie had been dream ing of Rut'll—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Can ton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. For a moment he belived this merely a new Phase of the dream. He smiled. “The Dawn Pearl!” he said, making to recline again. But she was relentless. “Hod dy, wake up!” She jerked his head to and fro until the hair stung. “What? . . . . Oh! , , . Well, good Lord!” He wrenched loose his head and stood up, sending the chair clattering to the floor. Rollo barked. “Go and take yonr plunge while I attend to breakfast.” He started to pick up a sheet of manuscript- but she pushed hi mfrom the table toward the dorr-way; and he staggered out of the bungalow, suddenly stretched his arms, and broke into a trot. Ruth returned to the table. The tropical dawn is swift. She could now see to read; so she stirred the manuscript about un til she came upon the first page. “The Beachcombers.” Romance! The Seven Seas are hers. She roves the blue fileds of the North, with the clean North Wind on her lips and her blonde head jewelled with frost —mocking valour and hardi hood! Out of the West slio comes, riding the great ships and the endless steel ways that en compass the earth, and smoke comes with her and the glare of furnace fires—commerce ! From }he East she brings strange words upon her tonggue and strange raiment upon her shoulders and the perfume of myrrh—antiquityj ! But oh! when she springs from the South her rosy feet trailing the lotus, ripe loquats wreathing her head in one hand the bright torch of danger and in the other the golden apples of love, with her eyes full of sapphires and her mouth full of pearls! “With her eye3 full of sap phires and her mouth full of pearls.” All day long the phrase intcrpolattd her thoughts. A week later the manuscript was polished and typewritten, ready for the ttst. Spurlock felt very well pleased with him self. To have written a short story in a week was rather a re markable feat. It was at breakfast on this day that he told Ruth ho had sent to Batavia for some dresses. They would arrive sometime in June. “That gown is getting shab by. ’ ’ Ruth spread out the ruffled irkitt, sundrily lorn and soiled *‘I haven’t worn anything else in weeks. I haven’t touched the other.” “Anything like thatt” “Yes; hut the colour is la\en der.” , “Wear that to-night, then. It fits your style. You are very lovely, Ruth.” She wanted to dance. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to risd and go swinging and whirling and dipping. She sat perfectly still- however. “I am glad you think that,” she replied. “Please tell me whenever I am at fault.” “I wish you did have soma faults, Ruth. You’re an angel of goodness.” “No, no! I have had wicked thoughts.” He laughed and pushed back his chair. “So has the butterfly evil thoughts. We’re to be given a treat to-night. McClintock will be tunning up the piano to-day, I say I’ll take the yarn over and rsad it to McClintock. That old chap has a remarkable range ‘n reading. But,,hang it, I know it’s good!” Oi course it is! In the afternoon he began work on another tale. It was his purpose to comnlcte four or fivo stories before he scut any away. But today he.did not get bejmnd half a dozen desultory start-off3. From McClintock’s came an in fernal tinkle-tinkle, tump-tump I There was np composing with such a sound hammering upon the ear. But eventually Spur lock laughed. Not so bad. Bat tle, murder, and sudden death —and an old chap like McClin tock tuning his piano in the midst of it. lie made a note of the idea and stored it away. He read. “The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. “That’s a good story, lad. You’ve caught the colour and the life. But it sounds too real to be imagined. You’ve never seen a typhoon, have you?" “No.” “Well, imagination beats me!” “It’s something Ruth saw. She told me the tale the other nigth, and I’ve only elaborated it." “Ah, I see." McClintock saw indeed~two things: that the boy had no conceit and that this odd girl would always be giving. “Well, it’s a good story." properiefiw "bg] kcu.fwy cmfw (TO BE CONTINUED) U. S COLLARS REBUILD FARMS Many Macedonians Return To Own Country After So journ in America Belgrade, Oct., 12,—American dol lars have given new life In the ancient Macedonian district In Ressen ac cording to Uhe newspaper “Vremy.” "The entire district has been Amer icanized, thanks to the return of many of its Inhabitants with pockets ful of dollars,” says a dispatch pub lished in the “Vremy.” “With American dollars these in habitants have renovated their di lapidated estates and managed to en large and beautify them. “Many a poor fellow who went to America ragged is now lord of his own little farm, with a cozy cottage perched at the head of it. The “lord” is often seen smoking an American pipe in his American overalls, and with h!« American-shaved face beam ing with a broad but self-contented American smile. The Macedonian loves the soil. He is happiest when adding another patch to his old one. No matter where he goes he is sure to return to his old homestead as soon as he has swelled his purse to a pro portion which he has thought big enough. And, what is more interest ing still, is that he comes home with a stoclt of new ideas about modern farming which he had eagerly picked up, usually in the United States. One can easily tell a locality peopled by such modernized farmers from the older ones, who evidently" had no .American dollars or American science to back them. Its houses are far bet ter and bigger and more elaborately fitted. There you will notice the American stove, the American lamp, the American axe and shovel, and, last but not least, what seems to be the greatest pride of all—the Amer clean, the shops more respectable clean, the shops more respectable looking, and the schoolhouse and the church are freshly painted. In front of many homesteads there stand up boldly the American artesian well in stead of the old oaken bucket that used to emerge from a nasty and foul smelling, dilapidated well. Yes, Res sen is a veritable American outpost ip Southern Macedonia.” NEW L. A. BU3ES. Los Angeles,—Sixwheeled motor buses, double-deck and fitted with sight-seeing specialties, will be in stalled here at once by the Los An geles railway. NOBODy HAS ASKED MB TO RUlf FOR CONGRESS. The proper thing to say In an- --de nouncing yourself for political office la that “many citizens have jrged" you to make the sacrifice, or’ your “friends have persuaded” you that it Is your duty. No citizens or friends have urged me.- I an going to run for congress because I think I would like to be in congress. My platform will be "Down With Bunk.” If you think that you will not have to work Just as hard to make a living after my election, do not vote for me. My election won't put a nickel in your pockets. If you think we ought to have a ne# postoffice in our district, don’t vote for me. The old postoffice is good enough and I won't try to get a new one. Because the only way I can get you a new postoffice—which we don't need—is by voting to help five hundred other congressmen get new postofficjs for their districts—which they don’t need. The only way the United State* gets any money is by taking it away from taxpayers. That means taking It away from you. We will never reduce (he cost of living in this coun try until we cease to regard the gov ernment as a grabbag. If elected I will work sixteen hours a day for the United Slates just as I have worked sixteen hours a day In my own business. But it will be for the United States. Not to flatter you. or make you think you are going to get something which you can’t get. 1 will kiss no babies. I will attend no public dinners. I will tend out no free turnip seeds. I will deliver no speeches Just to have them reprinted and mailed at the public expense so as to make you think that I am a great man. This is my platform. If elected It will cost me several thousand dollar* a year. So ^pu can take me or leave me, just as you will. If you take me. It won’t make me proud; and if you leave me, it won’t make me sore. Yours for a new deal in the grand old game. * PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS The average man would have mor® time to read if he could get caught up with his day-dreaming.—Van » couver Sun. Whether an idea is a good one oflen depends upon the boss’ golf score on the previous afternoon.— Little Rock Arkansas Democrat. Rufe Hoskins says some people enjoy their leisure, but others in sist on taking a kodak on the trip.— Oklahoma City Times. Decision by beauty specialists that mental vigor makes hair luxuriant should set bald headed men to think ing.—Rochester Herald. Borne people never know when they are well off as there arc some now demanding a special session of congress.—Bridgeport Post. It’s a wise young doctor who set tles down near a railroad crossing.— . Illinois State Journal The most daring election bet is one in which the loser agrees not to bob it.—New Haven Register. Our memory goes back to the time when, if there were boys in the family, no one was ever hired to do any work around the yard.—Ohio State Journal. Almost everything has been sug gested except licensing saloons to get the money to fight bootleggers — Duluth Herald. Client—Can I sue my wife for breach of promise? Lawyer—Sue your wife for broach of promise! Client—Yes, she promised to divorce me, but now she has backed out.— London Mail. War Blame Still Germany’s. Wickham Steed in. the Review of Reviews (London). From the outset of the war the action of Germany appeared to the people of this country (England) as an unwarrantable crime, and our en try into the war as an act of justice. At Versailles the representatives ! or Germany were presto.tly con i strained to recognize the responsi ! bp> y of their country and that of | it:; allies for all the loss and damage i resulting from a war brought about • “by the aggression of Germany and i her allies,” while William II of llo I henzollern, formerly German emperor, | v. us publicly arraigned in the peace j treaty "for a supreme offense against international morality and the sancti ty of treaties.” The Germans claim, however, that pus asse rt has no moral value, since wa3 given under constraint, and they Lav? long bernt engaged in seek ing to prove Germany guiltless, or, at worst, guilty only in the same degree as her enemies. These efforts cannot succeed. No research has brought or can hi ing to'light any fact of a nature to in validate the cause for which tha British peoples went to war. Nor is it possible to explain away the words of the German imperial chancellor to the reichstag on August 4, 1914; “Tha wrong—I speak openly—that we ar® committing we will endeavor to make good as soon as our military goal has been reached.” From that wrong all the rest pro ceeded. The endeavor to redress It was the supreme justification of the allied cause. Had it gone unpun ished all possibility of vindicating the sanctity of treaties in future would have disappeared, and all hope of en throning the reign of law above the rule of force in dealings between nations. _ “When I Run For Congress.” Bruce Barton in Women'* Home Companion. Some day. when both my bank roll and my skin have grown a little thicker, I intend to run for congress on a platform of anti-bunk. I expect to be elected by the votes of women rather than men—since men have shown unmistakably that they like bunk and will nearly always vote for it. I shall conduct my campaign en tirely through the advertising col umns of the newspapers. Some in >rn ing the residents of New York will awake to find a full-page advertise ment reading somewhat like this: | Conscience Drowned Out. ' From the New York World. . Tlie * preacher had told Uncle Ben that in moments of temptation he must listen to the still, small voice of conscience. And Uncle Ben, in the . nduci of his second-hand store, tried hard to obey the injunction. But when Mirandy Jones, in a mom ent of unguarded enthusiasm, offered aim If.for a calico dress for which tie hadn't expected to got more than $1.44, he couldn't withstand it. "Ah fell,” he confessed to the preacher afterward. "Ah couldn't help it." "Didn't you listen to the voice of sonscience?" asked the minister. "Alt listened ha-d." was the answer. TMit honest, Ah aouldn't hear nulhlar .'o' the sound of the cash register.■*
