WELL 01 DAY
IN BED THREE
That Was the Life of Mrs.
McAlister Until she Began
Taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound
Wyandotte, Michigan. — "After my ,
baby was bom I did not do my own work
.-■.| for six months and
M J could hardly taka
1 always had a pain
in my right side and
it was so bad I was
getting round shoul
ders. 1 would feel
well one day and then
feel so bad for three j
or four days that I '
would be in bed. One
Sunday my mother
■ —1 -- ■■.. ■' came u> uco now a <
was, and she said a friend told her to ,
tell me to try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vog- ,
ctable Compound. So the next day I :
f)t a bottle and before it was half taken j
get relief. After I was well again 1 |
vent to the doctor and he asked me how
1 was getting along. I told him I was
taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound, and ho said it did not hurt
any one to take it. I am always recom
mending the Vegetable Compound to
others and I always have a bottle of it
on hand.”—Mrs. Henry Hollister,
K. F.D. No. 1, Box 7, Wyandotte, Mich.
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com
pound is a dependable medicine for all
women. For sale by druggists every
where.
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Ancients Had More Than
Fair Idea of Surgery
Evidence that skull surgery ivus suc
cessfully practiced by prehistoric peo
ple in Michigan has been presented to
tlu* American Association for the Ad
vancement of Science by Prof. E. E
tlroeniuan of the University of Michi
gan. Pointing out that Michigan has
been greatly neglected as a Held for
lire'lloologlcal Investigation, he said:
“In Alpena county, Michigan, sev
eral trephined skulls that is, skulls
Jnto which holes were drilled during
1* o life of the patient, have been re
ported. One of them Is In tin* Univer
sity of Michigan musoim and careful
examination by anatomists of repute
slums that a healing had begun after
the operation and therefore the area
of the practice of skull trephining
must be extended far beyond Mexico.”
Crow Trap* Tried Out
In British Columbia, where crows
have been damaging crops to a oonsid
t ruble extent, an effort is being made
to exterminate them by the use of
crow traps. The crows have also been
found to prey to an alarming extent
on young game birds.
Truth pre.ents only one face, hut
lies appear in myriad forms.
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i:
Bill Cody initated Miriam into
the mysteries of buffalo hunting.
She had often seen vast herds
of the great, clumsy brutes flee
ing across the track and even,
running ahead of the locomotive
to veer away finally and thun
der toward • the horizon. Mount
ed cn a well-broken cay use,
Miriam followed the hunters un
til Cody’s diivcra had turned
the herd, then guarded by one of
Cody’s men, while the buffalo
went thundering past at a long
angle, raked by the rifles ol the
hunters. Every hunter had ex
tra rifles and a man at his side
<o load for him, and shot almost
us fast as his fingers could pull
trigger. Miriam saw the charg- 1
ing beasts plunge ahead
stumble, go down in strange
sprawling heaps, to be skinned
where they lay, and the meat
to be loaded into wagons. In a
few minutes th«* plain was dot
ted with them. The sight sick
ened her. It was not hunting
as she had thought of the sport,
but butcher’s work. She under
stood its necessity. There wa;
no beef except that which had
to he driven 800 miles, from
Texas. The men had to have
meat. But she detested the
slaughter ami never again ac
companied the hunters.
CHAPTER XII
WOMAN’S WIT
“Hurry up wid yer crawlin’
thovelers, me min are trendin’
upon the heels av thim.”
Casey, strolling ahead, beyond
the tongue of the rails, tossed
this insult at Sergeant Slattery.
The big sergeant straightened
up, fire in his eye
“’Tis me own good byes that
V.ave been waitin’ half the day
fer yc and yer gang of good-l'er
nuwthins! Little blame to thim,
though, with j'e promenadin’
along the grade, puttin’ on airs
an’ t’ graces of a major
.gineral.”
“It’s indispinsaldc, I am,”
returned Casey. “ ’Tvvas no
later than yisterday that the
gineral Buperintindcnt sint fer
me. ‘Corporal Casey,’ he says,
‘Corporal Casey, I’ll have ye
know,’ Ife says, ‘that th’ U. Pay
is daypindin upon yer indust
thry and intilligiuce,’ he says.
‘Ye must even drive ’em,’ he
says. I misdoubt that the road
could be built without yc, Mister
Casey he says. ‘Th’ times is
harrd an’ troublous an’ the m'n
are grumblin’ I look to ye, corp
oral,” he says.
Slattery snorted derisively,
swept his gang with an eye
which unerringly spotted any
slacker, saw that the work was
going steadily, and seated him
self upon j pile of crossties
leaving the job temporarily to
D nny O’Brien, his assistant
foreman. "Whittling a pipeful
from a black plug, he puffed
awhile, then spoke his mind seri
ously to Casey.
“Pat, I do not like the looks
of thinge at all, at all,” he said
“For days, as ye should know
there’s been little save grumblin’
and complaints among the min
along the line. They’re a divil
of a harrd bunch, the best av
thim, an’ instead of gettin’
drunk at night like dacint
Christians they assemble to iurso
the road and all connected wid
it.
“They’re a mixed lot, Eyetab
ians, Scandehovians and the
breed of Irish we used to bang
be th’ dozen in Galway to the
glory of God and the preserva
tion of th’ cows, the tatterdema
lions of creation. Until quite
rayciut it was aisy enough hand
lin’ thim, but of late they’ve
been in a black mood. Th’ In
juns have got on their nerves
what wid th’ constant scares
and alarms. They’re grumblin’
and growlin’ ab nit th’ food, the
weather, the wnrrk. There’s no
gettin’ along wid ’em at *11.The
worst of it is two months’ pay
is overdue. Pay ear should have
been here yisterday, and there’s
no word av it.’*
“I’m onaisy mesilf,” said
Casey. “I’ve noted symptoms
of the desaise in me own as
simblage of selicted roughnecks
and I’ve larrupted the ugly
faces of half a dozen of thim.
' ’here’s wan, Tony Figallo,
whose face I will yet hash in.”
“Ye can’t hate ’em all,” said
Slattery, sensibly. “They are
too many. It’s like th’ arrmy
days, with half a rigimint yearn
in’ to mutiny because breakfast
didn’t set well on their stom
achs. Hut there was discipline
in the army, while this scum is
free and indepindent and can
quit ' hen it p’azes thim.”
They talked over the troubles
that loomed, the discontent of
the men, the rc: 1 hardships that
faced them daily, the wild
rumors that were buzzing
through North Platte and along
the line that work was to be
suspended because no way had
been found through the foothills
yet far to the west end of
track. Casey’s unconquerable
optimism was inclined to make
light of it all, but Sergeant Slat
tery, older and more used to
keeping his feet on the ground,
shook his head.
‘‘I don’t like th’ looks of
things, Pat,” he said.
Schultz joined them and Slat
tery whistled for Pinny. The
four ate lunch together, in the
lee of the stacked crox,sties pro
tected from the bitter vind
which drove across the prairio
In the midst of the meal they
were startled by the report of a
heavy rifle, then a succession of
shots; yells sweeping crescendo
from the end of track, shrill
ululating wnrhoops.
The four scrambled to their
feet, grabbed rifles and ran
along the right of way, min
gling with a hundred workman
and two-score soldier guards
who were dashing for the cross
tie barricades always erected to
serve as rude forts for the
pionet r gangs. \ hundred yards
south of the track a band of
Indians, well strung out, raced
their ponies at breakneck speed
a* they shot arrows or fired
their muskets at the fleeing men
Two workmen were downed by
arrows before the shelter of the
barricades could be reached, one
killed outright with a shaft
through his ribs, the other
wounded in the arm
The raiders, about 50 Brule
Sioux, well mounted on small
rugged pomes, swept past the
fort, yelling like demons. Sweep
ing round in a wide circle, they
drove their ponies back along the
north side of the track, repeat
ing the volley of arrows and
lead slugs. They did little exe
cution, depending almost alto
gether upon their ancient wea
pons, poor shots with the white
man's rifle. In fiv • minutes
they were gone, dots rising and
falling against the horizon, the
echo of therr exultant whoops
faintly audible.
Before they were out of sight,
the men were back at work as if
nothing unsunl had occured. The
rhythm of labor was resumed.
Snell small raids were common
enough. Working and fighting
on the Urnon Pacific were inti
ma*oly and daily connected. In
California the Central Pacific
had almost no trouble with the
decadent tribes through which
it took its’line, but the Union Pa
cific was built during the very
years when the great plains were
most disturbed and when hostile
forays were most frequent. Prac
tically the whole Sioux nation, of
10,000 fighting men, the cun
ningest and liercest warriors of
the plains, was up in arms
again;-1 the iron invader, while
the Cheyennes, less numerous
hut only a shade less formidable,
were pain ing red against the
road and murdering grader?
and surveyors who had ventured
into their fastness. As a ru’e
the construction gangs were able
to take care of themselves, for
the gangs were made up of
large elements of the recently
arrived Irish and of cool-headed
and seasoned veterans of the
Civil war. men who had served
four years shouldering muskets
in many battles.
That night when Casey, Slat
tery and their gangs rolled into
North Platte they found the
town boiling with excitement.
In the main street a thousand
workmen were milliug around
agitators who were denouncing
the road. A good deal of whis
key had circulated and the men
were in an ugly mood. With
Schultz aud young Dinny, Casey
and the sergeant shoved through
the close-packed throng, getting
many black looks, but avoiding
trouble. Casey was itching for
it, but Schultz cautioned him.
“Dis iss no dime vor vighting,
mein friend,” he warned. “Idt
iss a dime vor goolness and gom
mon sense. Doose mens are a
powder magazine. One sparg
and up she goes! Best go soft.
Bick no vights, Gasey!”
They made their way to super
intendent Marsh’s private ear, a
little anxious about “Miss Miri
am,” but were reassured at the
sight of the soldiers on guard.
Marsh had thought it prudent to
request a detail from the lieu
tenant commanding, feeling that
the sight of the army uniform
would do more than anything
else to discourage ex-soldiers
from disorder.
“It’s all right, Pat,” said
Miriam, smiling at the sight ol
Casey’s troubled face. “Nonj
of the men has bothered us, but
there’s bad news from back
along the line. Father will tell
you all about it.”
Marsli appeared, face all lined
with worry. “Bad business,
boys,” he said. “A whole trail!
was wiped out this morning only
30 miles to the east. The Sioux
ambushed the pay train, wiped
out trainmen and the military
escort, killing every soul, burned
the train and rode away with
the payroll, more than $100,00(1 I
in currency. There will bo hell
to pay, I’m afraid. The men
are talking it over now and the
loud mouthed elements are work
ing them up to trouble.
“First word I got was a me*
sage from a field operator. Thai
young Virginian—what’s his
name—the young fellow who
was General Les’s telegrapher,
always wears his eonfederatl
uniform—got the 11 ash in my
office about 0 o’clock this morn
ing. I hurried a rescue train
lack along the line but it wal
all over when the troops got
there. Nothing le!'t. but to bury
the dead. Thirty good men
butchered!
“They got the story' from the
paymaster who was shot full ol!
arrows but still living when they*
found him. The paytrain wa<
making good time toward North
P'atte when the engineer spot
ted a small bunch of Indians a
quarter of a mile ahead. There
were half a dozen on each side
of tin* track, mounted with a lar
iat tight stretched between th'em,
(Continued next week)
BELLS ENABLE
BLIND GIRL TO
OPERATE PHONE
St. Louis, Mo.—St. Louis lays claim
to havfng the otrly telephone girl In
the worlfl who Is totally blind. She
i* Elsie Turnbull, who is In charge of
the switchboard of a local business
house. «
Elsie operates a switchboard that
has five trunks, or outside lines, lead
ing into it. These lines, instead of
heln j equipped with the usual blis
ters, which sound-alike, have differ
ent sounding bells which enable her
to detect the line on which the call
is made.
Miss Turnbull la a graduate of the
Illinois school for the blind.
BEGGAR LABOR UNION
Peking.—One of the most formid
able “labor” unions in China is com
posed of beggars. Begging is a rec
ognized profession and tlie union has
many blanch guiids to which the beg
gars pay dues. The officials of the
guild enjoy such power that they are
enjoying the protection of the police
Girl Clings to Roof
With Tips of Fingers
Woonsocket, R. I.—Yvonne Ar
chambault, 10 years old, will proba
bly never come closer to death than
she was when she slipped over the
utes hung 50 feet above the ground
with only the tips of her fingers
holding to the edge of the slippery
shingle roof.
A boy climbed up a porch railing
and assisted the child in maintaining
her hold on the roof until rescuers
arrived on the roof above and pulled
the child up.
The Old Scoundrel.
From Judge.
Nancy—"Jedge. sah. l's don' cum fe*
a devoree, fum mah man.’’
Judge—“On what grounds, madam?"
"For Infidelity, sah."
"Infidelity? Who Is the other woman
In the case?*’
“Other woman, sah? Dey ain't no
other woman, but ouah prechah don'
to' me mah man am a infidel. '
Ttlt ‘ ... ~
i, kt '•••ip - • »'• _—r„
General Maurice Says Military
Establishments Ruining Europe
From the Omaha World Herald
Europe is in a most distressing predicament as the situation
fs described by Major General Sir Frederick Maurice. She has
hold of the tail of the lion of militarism and doesn’t know what
to do. She is afraid longer to hold on and “dassent” let go.
Only some scheme of mutual agreement to armament reduction
can resolve the difficulty and save the situation, he thinks.
General Maurice’s summary of the present day situation is as
clear and conclusive an exposition of the consequence of placing
dependence upon great military establishments as the most in
tense pacifist could ask for. Speaking before the institute of
politics at W illiamstown, Mass., he frankly laid the blame for
the conflagration of 1914-18 upon the huge standing armies main
tained in Europe, breeding fear and hate, distrust and an over
bearing nationalism until hell broke loose. Europe had staked
her hope of security upon militarism and lost.
The war left a legacy not only of staggering debt, ruined in
dustry and unstable politics, but the burden and the throat of
military establishments which offer today the most serious prob
lem to a reconstruction of peace and real security. With the great
armies of France, Russia, Poland and Italy, not to speak of the
costly military establishments of lesser nations, Europe still feels
the threat of another and perhaps even greater conflict impending.
And this is not the least of the fears of the statesmen who are .at
tempting to guide the destinies of the nations. They fear the rise
of that sinister thing, the military dictatorship. It has alr«*dy
raised its ugly head in three European nations and is a constant
threat in others. So while none dares enter alone upon a program
of armament limitation all fear the menace of keeping on in the
way they are now heading.
This diagnosis of Europe’s condition is all the more convinc
ing and all the more worth heeding since it comes from a source
not devoted to the cause of peace through armament limitation,
but from one whose position in official life stands as sponsor for
the military system. Having been chief of operations for the
British general staff during the war, General Maurice speaks as
one having authority. He is a military man with his eyes wide
open to the consequences of an unchecked reign of militarism.
The inference of warning which is brought us by the general
may be accepted as timely advice. There is in America too an
element which wants this country to grab hold of the lion’s tali
and take the same precarious ride that Europe would be so glad
to stop if it only knew how, and if the influence of the military
system would lot it. Rear Admiral Phelps echoed the spirit of
tliat element, when he scoffed at the general’s suggestion of
mutual disarmament and offered the proposition that such dis
armament must follow rather than precede the re-establishment of
more settled economic and political conditions.
TODAY
BY ARTHUR BRISBANE
What a nuisance the human body
la, Through life It worries us with
aches and pains and needs. The spirit
Is so easily taken care of. It has no
rheumatism, no teeth to ache, no
gout, no hair to fall out. needs no
clothing, eats nothing, supplies what
little real happiness we have, and we
soon learn to suppress that part of
it called “conscience.”
Even when you are dead, the spirit
takes care of itself, goes off some
where the body remains a nui
sance. The simplest thing Is to burn
it up, instead of leaving the work of
destruction to slow worms, but many
do not like that cremation idea.
The Indian chief had his body
placed on a platform in the air be
yond reach of wolves, yet convenient
for the “great spirit*’ to come and
take him to the “happy hunting
ground.”
The Egytian king who had a great
admiration for mountains because he
lived in a flat country, piled up pyra
mids of stone with a litte hole in
which royal “spiced bodies” might be
put.
Reclus tells you in his admirable
work on earth and its human beings,
“L ’Hommen et La Terre,” how the
Esquimos disposed of old people, not
waiting for them to die. The elderly
person, or perhaps a couple, are put
in a little round hut of ice with no
opening but the door. Out of polite
ness, a little food is put in, not much.
Then the door is blocked up with a
solid ake of ice—no air can enter.
The result didn’t worry the Esquinaos
who had little imagination.
At least his old people packed in
ice will look natural when the ang£l
Gabriel comes, whereas the rest of
us, farther south, will be mere dust
and ashes.
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P. A. Conne, able business man,
once worked out a plan to endow
cheerful Institution for the use of
mothers expecting the early arrival
of a baby.
Comfortable reading rooms, fine
nursery for any baby alread born,
and brought along, magazines, books, ♦
flowers, fruits, absence from home
worries for a few hours each day,
some place to go and discuss with
other ladies just how they felt and
what they did, “when my first baby
was- forn." That’s the plan.
It would make a fine monument
for any man. Most of us think about
,the poor tomb In which wornout car
casses will be laid, instead of the liv
ing mothers from whom all life comes.
Some savages ate the dead. That
seemed a simple, pious solution and
nothing was lost. They even killed
old people when they became useless
and ate them.
Napoleon lies in glorious state
under the magniftcent gilded dome
of the “invalides." The French na
tion gave the place of greatest honor
to the man that had killed the most
Frenchmen—that has often happened
In history.
Rosseau lies In his plain grave on
the isle Des Pins. For one serious
person that visits his grave, a thou
sand fools go to the grave of Napoleon
to ponder on his “greatness." That
probably suits Rousseau. Napoleon
knew and said that without Rousseau,
there would have been no Napoleon.
Nobel, who Invented dynamite, left
A Soul For Beauty.
From Everybody's Magazine.
A small boy stood on a bridge and
flapped his hands vigorously as he
watched the western sky which was dif
fused with a dull, red glow. A near
sighted stranger watched him for a
time.
“It does my heart good to see you
ippreeiate that cloud effect,” at length
remarked the stranger.
“Yes, sir. It’s fine,” replied the boy
excitedly.
“The soul of a poet, ” sighed the
stranger. "Do you often watch sunsets,
my boy?”
"Sunset, nothin’! Oee, mister, that's
the schoolhousa burnjn'.”
the millions thus acquired as his
monument, to reward great scientists,
thinkers and poets. His invention
blew to piec s millions of bodies, its
profits stimulate the finest minds, a
fair exchange.
Croesus, the world’s richest man,
probably mde many plans for hla
body, after death, and might have
outshone in post mortem splendor
even King Mausolus, from whom we
get our word "mausoleum.” Imagine
Croesus’ surprise whe he found him
self standing on a gigantic pile of
wood, waiting to be burned to death
by King Cyrus, whom he had fool
ishly attacked.
Luckily for him, Croesus, remem
being the prediction of a wise Greek,
called out, as the smoke began to
rise, "Oh, Solon, Solon.” This aroused
the barbarian curoslty of the con
quering king who had him taken
down and asked him what he was
yelling about and who that “Solon”
was. That save Croesus for awhile.
Ot least, that’s the story as Herodotus
tells it.
What did you think of doing with
your burdensome body, or Is the
subject too disagreeable for contem
plation? It ought not to be, for it
Is inevitable.
We are here for a few years only,
and shall be gone a long time., To
this writer, cremation seems the sim
plest, tidiest solution. Like having a
tooth pulled. It’s socn over and it is
easier for the survivors.
This disquisition is suggested by a
now item: “William Ricefeller
Guilds mnsoleum—a tomb of 20 cata
combs in Sleepy Hollow cemetery,
Cost -250,000.”
Gy "20 catacombs” the newspaper
writer probably meant 20 little com
partments to accomodate 20 bodies.
What R gloomy social group. Death
end what we call Its “horror” ought
to he most useful. Every time a man
thinks of death he should say to him
self, “Merciful Heaven! I had bet
ter stop thinking and get out and do
something worth while, for I shall
soon be gone, and they will be asking,
“What shall we do with the re
mains?” and "What did he amount
to?”
A Detroit woman marries a man on a
bet and now is willing to admit shf
lost.—Indianapolis Star.
Mr. Ford says that we have entered
“the flying era.” Was he referring to
pedestrians.—Bellingham Herald.
Tlie era flying offers hope. The fool
driver won’t do it but once.—Memphis
News-Scimitar.
It is said John D. Rockefeller, Jr.,
now owns eight residences. Homes,
sweet homes.—The Detroit News.
We gather from the Scopes trial
that the first woman raised Cain.—
Goshen News-Times.
As compared with New York, Chi
cago enjoyed a respectable Sunday.
In the “Windy City” merely a gaso
line tank exploded, but in the metrop
olis a still did likewise.—SanAnonlo
Express.
What the average man wishes to
know is which side in China is mak
ing the world safe for democracy.—•
Warren Tribune-Chronicle. .
The man who wears knickers with
out any life insurance is neglecting
his family.—Muskegon Chronicle.
After climbing Into a parked auto
mobile and playfully releasing the
brakes, five-year-old Jennie Yerino, of
Providence, H. I.. decided to see the
thing through. She clutched the steer
ing wheel gamely and remained with
the machine while It ran wild down a
hill and into a fence. She made several
attempts at keeping the car in the road
way,' and at one point shouted to a boy
playmate to ' get out of the way." She
was unhurt, but the wheels of the ma
chine were broken.
Using discarded automobile license
plates, O ear Lemduhl, of Seattle,
Wash., completed shingling his summer
cottage. The plates bs^ the names
of nearly every state ana. many years.
More than 2,'tb'l were used on the cot
tage roof.
