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Woman’s ▼ LAN© A ffi(D1^0AKl(£E ^LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE ■^nXlUSTRATIONS BY TfyyMA*** cvPYAtcxr. /** eriot/tij&x/w mhcs / ^p SYNOPSIS. ' C*r —t . a w«K mar. i*f New Tara 0»y. aw-» Dwaglaa ill»<*'•«**. arna •arM** I :r» la a cud parly He acoeptA •Mbaac! *** daiaw* KUrBad l be rea aa t* >*c tha- Mk ara >a lort arih lUlk ertae Ti . Ita* i »*M tads lo caatrloo* b-“ ikf stta- laud t* awworthy ef hi* lrM*.k )i A' U» parly Out »*rti two B»r4 1 randy* rM Vaa Tujrt TSrf» is a aaa-m. and it-adsu t shwls Vaa Yvn dead Can nrucplM la wret t»* Weapoa (raw tea. me* the *rl:- * dhe *•»•» tkn* Cap U arrested t -r mar' <T Me m eawrteiedL M a* tse -you* ha aco leare I*ur ;** aae If ulirt a* tha meed, ret aa* hilt* htme if . Craat he eiiiOB ■* free,, bat Bur.a«'« ha* m-rrt4! JCarrbeeta* Tt.» m Ler and He A Cadet fur ebaae* a yacht aad wfetl* tail ng m* a ■M threwa from a dwtant brat. He rea • M a aamed App.ei.-at4. a Inaalp atiat kwn aa Cram start* eat to « it.d —mra apt r * one _F I autux ft--: -r »’»d ypnarfc MW a taatee be oa*w Eitfg- -- T -tter. **• -aptii** tam her husband, antler tb* MM* cf Kiack.. has bought .he ijlad Me la b:taC a wtrehas aperater aad haa a ctiet ike-re Cm* it.l-.mM her that her kiakud murdered Vac Tart *'oa*t pees Ba Aatarh *-d aonae Chtaanua MfT*»e a warn Th-a fire at tic*, hit he *a reran try App'erard- rku set* him b Ibe lira la aatnir and there hr te ***« 'ha tar a a a^-ret wet-lee raaa dud bee bar oral- bac the crowd ' ti He atf!fad, aorpretirte tiey ue crim.r.a'a •her » aruai a fatten the my*-tcT-c* *4 ►'* Mas's Laid, sal a determined b a*» 1 at Menu* Ape .-yard heh*- v»a that hid aad Ida Sunt ftat-lKe a shield eC lb*- w r. aa* atalam Ir -ad srt a *i~ - #M«s taraa. Caaat [eaei rn -« la the hue o' Hsakuadt'i Ixcsat-. Ka't ~r.-r •alar* the roots aad y awa him a bo*» wht-a tea* I'aa that nHUtrr ha Me •r her wi are ax'c > iuiat f ell that afirldok aaaprrta Mm. *.p»»lejBrd and tha r. *-» dhappoar. f'lUrt aaaafes Kal b "**e* «J ha prater ~a aad Be la'actj.* b*m the' 'y are I- ahaador the BU»4 -ratljie.f Tie I4» d man and hie caaBr * erase •>nigwowar Const. who aft erward raept ar 4 a an by Katl -rfn Tf*r» ' ar .-.er a raw! hat hcf.jre they caa reach ft the rani. dm* o the craft. Bu t win and * •**".--«** state* That V- »* n* kinsrc ht'atL *1. If W*rpn*fal. and «'oy« a.n*l Kaffe—kae J»e fmm Cit rp*.t. and a*, to a -c 'mar p.irt of the Itbid .-.ad signal a hm *rb -a tfc*y nr., m ti e distance AkpHi'jaad aad tha IVha appear. CHAPTER X X.—(Centieuetf.) Coast. as prompt to take alarm, bad Hwia .csoeon* y :u*alc 1 her ac'ioa. V.Le-sIioe ampmi poi.«4. be diitsv ered ibe shadow 4 shape of a tcao fdffiA* inward them—nr. raider, wtajaorrfeig. for he seemed t.ad!y winded - looping and reeling tl»r*..*Rb the ttfdatioM of the tow, formless duMi whose suit and yielding ?ub sbnr.ee Had deader ed the found cf 3«a approach until be was aic-ost upon i*d two At Katherine's call be Cues up one t~cd »a tf to s-.gnl'y a peaceful intent, hi-t ajar on at unabated speed. TYfcY cheat?” he pleaded hoarsely, caimed—” 8o a Ineaf that sofee too well. The a au-aa > figure straightened to rig idity she repealed, ltnpera tioe. otfiijA. floug'as. or—~ Cocat threw out a hand znd de ISeoied Me marOt of ter weapon, “tkoot." he raid aatde: ‘If it comes to that, le me aUeod to him! . . . Mtacfcatoek!" he cried curtly. -Stand where you are!” At tUa the man pciied op at a dla tikea of a few feet, wi'hia the radius of !a*te-r fight. -Steady!" be begged between gaapa “fee , . . beau-n ’*m oat. . . . Plenty of time . “What's your game noa ”” demand «d Comal eddiy. Ms attention distract «d hjr the comforting sound of dipping »*d a»oenISeg mo locks behind him. "Gas**-!" The man's eT«s esoght a ruriosis r m of light from the lantern *- 'hey »kitted nwlfiUy. giass-i&g side h*ag 'Gme!" he iterated is i cokes «d tones. Tn in bo shape tor nasoes cob! For God's sahe don't be hard on me I're come to give tay et-’l up—to surrender." ii-s uunuonr sent ieil tike a thus 4 Mtait i.:arlly C^aa: disced JBed his sense of (MKrlng. “I3um*n drr”- he muttered. tn credulous "Your* li- cast a quick, cautious look *»und. Tb* re wan no one else within th« hi:: !* ot his vition—not a figure but a raoriBg shadow. His gai* re x rs d to the huge, qua king shape be ddrw them; Btacfcatocfc in a panic. 'readdins w.th tear and exhaustion. Mb pt-wp thee turned a pmry. tin •hop-r-me shade and largely blotched wHh »H. burning red. eyes like knots to»‘ *J* too much white and roiling t»»* inly, io.se nKutk a-quiver, hand* shnsjfag. bleatn coming and going with a sound tesetnbiiEg the exhaust of a skipping motor -The devU!" na*d Const to huoseif; end aloud tn •-■cents hard and unrelenting: -You'd best . . „7“. »’ ;*h n sadden more-rest. the won: ns torched his arm "Itan t trust him. Garre*;!" she ex * niMd "You don't know him— don't. drn*t trust him!” *T»e wo intention—" Coast began. inco&t Bewtiy ther were treated to *he incongruous t; -star* of Black clock on his knees, humlding h: asset: tost to the woman, then to the man, he had wronged, fat. mottled, tremu lous fc fads impiorisg them. "No!" he ed. coarsely piilfuL ‘Don't so; a! Have a Uttte pity! My God! don't you know f'B dying? Don t tease me here to die tike a dog. in the name of mercy!" “»*>*** . Coart" rep'-ated white Kstherloc bent forward, peering utesdUy into the tana's face. "What d'you mean by 'oyrngT " "Dow . you understand—can't you see"" Tie plump, spatted hands iris Med at Ms throat:. tar the first time Com* reumrked ihat It was bandaged, and began to comprehend whst frigm hi I at was hr-ngibg the man to his t fl "That damn dog." D! ck stock breathed conrnisiveiy—"he's' done for sac. if I dat get help—medical help— tn.! He's tern my throat to tmt ter.*." he whispered; "I'm poisoned, pdhased! U yam leave me here. I'll go mad and die mad—hydrophobia! Good God. have pity!" He broke down completely for n mo ment or two. whining and blubbering and wringing his bands. U was plain that he was badly frightened, and not without miy Coast gln&ded at Katherine; she wore n face of doubt mirroring hia own perplexity, but wrbea she caught ' bis eye upon her. responded with a I nod and a shrug. "I think we'll have to . . he • raid, tentative. "Of course." she answerd listlessly. "I.<ock here. Blackstock!” At Coast s sla-p and frigid address, the man quieted abruptly, and apparently com ing to a realization of the spectacle he was making of himself, got slowly and sbame-faeedly to his feet "If we agree to take you ofT the island, you , know what it means? I'll turn you over to the police, first place we stop.” "! don't care." B'.ackstock asserted eagerly. “I don't care a damn. I'll zj anywhere, do anything—go to the i < hair, if 1 have to—work out my life la the pen—an)thing but stay here and eo njzd. I've been a cur. I know. . ior the love of God don't leave me ; to die like one—" H* i !o!" Behind the trio the keel of a rowboat grated on the sand, and i Apple) art Jumped briskly ashore, trotting up. painter in hand. “What's •bis*" be demanded briskly. “Hello. I Const! Madam, your servant. . . . Now. what's the row?" He put him.- -if in the center of the . ruraii 11 ui■ ■ 111 in ■ im —imm Appleyard's eyes sought Coast's. The youEger man lifted his shoulders, disclaiming honor or responsibility. “When the devil was sick." he quoted j in disgust, lowering his tone. “Keep an eye on him." "Wel-1. rawther." Appleyard drawled. “But he won't try any monkeyshines aboard the Echo—or I never saw a man afraid of his sins before. . . . Madam," he added, turning with a cu rious little courtly bow to the woman, “if you'll step in”—his glance traveled past her down the beach—"we'll beat ' that pack to the mainland. I see." he said, "they're launching a long-boat. What kind of a yarn explains that. \ please?” Coast recounted with exceptional brevity the wrecking of the schooner, at the same time stepping into the boat and placing himself at the oars, on the middle seat. Katherine sat ; forward, behind him. and Appleyard, j pushing off. scrambled aft and : dropped down beside Blackstock, who sulkily moved to one side to make room for him. “Look lively, Mr. Coast.” he little : man advised pleasantly. “We really haven’t got a minute to spare—those chaps are laying to their oars as if ■ they really wanted to scrape acquaint- ; ance with us. Or perhaps.” he sug gested with a look askance at Black- { stock, “my cheerful prisoner can ac count for this apparent mad anxiety ! of theirs to bid their dis—. I mean ex tinguished leader a fond farewell.” Blackstock. fumbling nervously at his bandaged throat, made no answer. Coast, bending all his strength to the oars, drove the dory swiftly toward the Echo. Drove the Dory Swiftly Toward the Echo. rtc up. bright watchful tycs diagnos is one expression after another on the countenances round him; with something in his pose and manner -irgularly gg-.-tive of an exception :.ii» intelligent and inquisitive mag pie. <’oast dropped a hand affectionately on his shoulder. "Thank heaven. .,, re re at last." he said. "And here's yc r prison r—take tim in the name of the law and for the sake of ■ ace He's been badly bitten first I b> a deg and then by fright, and he v. ;«3j 50 give himself up and be seat ; to a hospital.” "Oh. -h. t's It. eh? I heard a bit of I *bc jj.:2b while rowing in. and it list’ r*ed uncommon* interestin'; but il :•<•. dc't figure out what was at the • bottom of it all. Well. well. Mr. !t!s< -lock!** Th" liule man rubbed bis bands. “I'm glad to come up with ' ■I.. Ti .- is more iun than a goat, or sure. Comet** He jerked his • - ' y tile head toward the tender, lump In. and 1*11 hurry you to mar j ket ** A -alien look replaced the terror that h d masked Blackstock’s face. He sighed and with a bidet, uncertain nod. ap; ;■ rentijr directed at Coast, col b-cted him-elf and trudged heavily to ward the boat, entering which he -uatted silently in the stern. “Blackstock.” said Appleyard. ironic, j "what you got in that neat little bag between your feet? The conventional pyjamas apd toothbrush, what?” The tormented man at his side grum bled something inarticulate. “Did I understand you to imply it’s none of my business? How extraordi narily rude. Mr. Blackstock! Besides being untrue—quite a naughty fib. in addition to which it's uncalled for; I know.” "You know?” Blackstock turned tc him w ith a scowl. “Sure. 1 can put two and a mill stone together and make a hole in a ladder just as ~asy as take a silk purse out of a souse's ear. It wouldn't be you. Mr. Blackstock." Appleyard i continued without giving his victim time to analyze this astonishing state ment—“it just wouldn’t be you if you didn't try to hand your friends the double-cross. That hag's stuffed with loot—the best part of the truck they •were running this trip—jewelry, for a , dollar. And that's why. you see. they’re so infatuated with the idea of ' haking your hand and wringing your neck before you get away; they’ve just discovered your perfidy. But don’t you fret Here we are and long before they can drive that seine-boat | this far we'U be sailing merrily away.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Tempting Marks for Bolts - a Lofty Spires cf Churches Are Dan gerous Because They Arc Often Struck by Lijhtning. The reaction from tho intense beat of the past few days, wliicL ia vari ' ous seci.ons Las taken the form of trlcal storms of almost phenom enal destructiveness, has played ex ' «optional havoc with the churches of New England. As many as a half * e07tn have been struck by lightning ' in this state alone, and in almost ev . ery instance the structure has been of the familiar style cf architecture that was instituted by our forefath ers and has been more or less cher ished ever since. Some • hat stjuafrcly built, with a | lofty spire, the New England meet- j , ing house has been a familiar feature , to the New England worshiper wher- ] | ever he might find aimself, and though all else was strange, that t .ade him feel that be w as in his own country. The lofty spire, however, has : proved an element of danger accord ing to our recent experience. In al most every instance, as the reports run. the bcit “struck the steeple" and t traveled downward. In rural communities, especially where the church rises above most of the surrounding buildings and is crowned by a tapering tower as high a.= the main structure. It seems to offer a special challenge to the rag- j fng elements, whether they take the form of wind or lightning. The "White church” at West Springfield, which suffered yesterday, had been struck twice previously dur ing the past ten years, and in Wil braham. Brookfield and other places it was upon the spires that the de structive force alighted—Boston Transcript. This Is Slumber Land. Here is a story about the- soothing quali'v of Flatbush air. says the Brooklyn Eagle. Newcomers to Flat bush notice first of all that they don't seem able to get sleep enough. At first they have an Idea that perhaps it's the malaria, but it is only the heavy sea air which Induces slumber A new resident in Flatbush asked some friends of his in the district If the experience was a common one. "Oh. yes," was the reply, “that Is the case with everybody who moves j here. A certain woman who lives not far from Eighteenth avenue started to make three beds one morning at nine o'clock. At seven o'clock that night she had not yet made the third. *The beds looked so inviting and 1 was so tired.’ she explained. That whenever 1 came to one 1 lay down and slept oa 1C * -— T O make the wind that ~ from Eden time How- ' eth where it listeth ! \ carry man on frail new * — ' found wings savors of . the sublime. But it also savors of i _ the supremely natural. for hare not the years looked forward to it as a foregone conclusion? Not because it was im perative, like those problems that the race must solve for its very ex istence. but merely for the reason : that man in his god-like vanity must j perforce reach the very limit, if limit j there be. of his possibilities. So men I bave learned to make wings that • adapt themselves in a measure to the air. and when the untamable winds , are complaisant they make their little j flights and say. “We have conquered i the sky. Behold the sublime!—the j work of men.” And the name of each ( aerial adventurer is known and lauded and passed from tongue to tongue. To take that same free eternal air and rend It as we rend the earth to make metals, to make of It helpless material in men's hands, answering with indifference Its raging and blus tering, and to do not only that, but to make It answer the most unanswer able riddle ever propounded by mother earth—this is the work of one woman And it is a thousand to one you have never even heard her name. No, not strange, but only the world's way. For one achievement is as ro mantic and gratuitous as a tourney of ! knights In glittering armor. But the other Is as humble as the baking ol f. loaf in the ashes. So that I hesitate to turn from the grandeur of flying through the air to the making of fer- j tllizer from that air. lest I be accused t of willfully plunging from the sublime i to the ridiculous. It is not only impossible, being av I accomplished fact, but it is of an as I pect yet more sublime than aviation. Never beard of making fertilizer out of the air? There is a factory now doing It in this country and an other is being built, there are seven or eight in Norway, and Sweden, Aus tria. Germany and France have them also. Fertilizer is absolutely essential to your life, because there is not so very much virgin soil left on the earth, and much of what there is is uncul tivable. And in spite of the rotating of crops earth is becoming weary with the immense strain of feeding her teeming millions. In the childhood of the race she fed us freely, as a moth- ! er should her babes. But as the race ; grew up things have changed, and j earth long since became like a bank j into which we must first put some thing if we would get anything out. The next age will behold a still more stringent state of affairs, for earth will be seen to be holding over man's bead a mortgage, with the threat of immediate forclcsure If the giant in terest accruing be not met. Even j now things have reached a state where practically every acre of land < under cultivation is first fertilized, j The end of the natural fertilizer Is in I sight, which means that Mother Earth has at last seen through our trick of paying our board bill with ; something taken from herself, and is patting a lock on the pantry door. What next? We must pay her or starve, and pay her in advance in the shape of so much fertil izer for so much food. So the mad question be comes. “How shall we pay without coin? Earth is our only supply of that, even as she is our only supply of food. And now she Is withdraw ing the coin." Could a more Impossible dead lock be imag ined? And doesn't the deadlock become a thing to amaze the stars when we consider that one of the most needed elements of a “complete fertilizer” exists | right in the air j that all plants ] grow up in and ; breath e and] stretch out their arms In. but that through all the aeons that have i passed si nee “God said, let *he eart h bring forth.” they ha -e own separated by a guir rrom that food that they live in and for lack of which earth says she will one day extinguish them and ’hrough them us. That is not to say that plants do not absorb nitrogen from the atmosphere. But plants obtain but a part of the needed nitrates that way. The rest must, by an edict of nature, come y way of their roots from the soil where earth is withdrawing the supply, in ' stead of by way of leaf and branch from the air. where the supply is c.t haustiess. Doesn’t that look as if it were tme that earth were conspiring against her children? That is just what It has been looking like to those seer eyed scientists who are able to peer into the futrre and see the end of those supplies that seem so boundless to the lay mind. But even to them the question has only recently become acute, and they have been asking each other how this great sphinx riddle could be answered. But where was ever the woman who I could forever remain a closed book to • tther women? The riddle has been answered, and answered by a woman. If earth demands fertilization and is withdrawing her own natural supplies of the coin she demands, what then? ; ’’Simple." grid Mine. Lefebre of Paris. “There's only one thing besides the j earth available, and that is the air. Use it.” And then she devised the I method of extracting the nitrogen from the air and using it to make ni tric acid, and in turn the multitudin ous chemicals that man now needs, j Including the humble and all import ant fertilizer. “When did she do it?" asks the pub lic. “It must be very recent, or the news would have traveled outside of scientific circles. When it does, the woman will be lauded as she de serves.” The woman will not be lauded. She made her discovery more than half a i century ago. taking out an English ! patent on the process In the year 1S59. : and the decades that intervened be- [ tween the time of her work and man kind’s discovery of its necessity have ; been sufficient to bury her name as j completely as they hid her deed till j urgent necessity made us aware of it Look through the articles on famous ' women scientists in the old French re views; look through French diction aries of science and histories of im portant inventions. You'll find the names of those who met a then rec- ; ognized need, but you will probably find no mention of her. though the j value of her discovery may exceed 1 theirs many times. And listen to this. ; published not long ago in one of the j chemical trade journals: “Nitrogen . ... is so rare an article, the com mercial sources of it being so few. that he who will discover a cheap com mercial process for obtaining It from the atmosphere and combining it in a form that will be serviceable in crop production not only will be a great benefactor and inventor, but will change the economy of living on this ' earth.” “He who will discover!” “She" had already discovered, and had done it be fore the need became pressing. Just as a mother feeds her family so long be- i fore hunger becomes acute that they are not aware that her simple act sua taias and saves their very lives. Had Mine. Lefebre made her discovery 50 years after she did this is what the ] chemist would have said: “Nitrogen I ... is so rare an article . . . that she I who discovered a process for obtain ing it from thr atmosphere . . not only is a groa-_ seaefactor and inven tor. but has changed the economy of living on this earth.’’ Then he might have added: “And the modern need being everlastingly for the greater cheapening of processes, and the cost of water power, high or low. the one who will make the latter still cheaper or invent a substitute independent of the natural supply of water power, will make her blessing to mankind practic ally free.” What is this process that produces such marvelous results? It is as ele- I mental in its simplicity as the great I primal drama I spoke of in beginning to tell this story. It is in this that Are ; and water are called in to aid the woman. Fire? The leading feature : of the process is an electric arc he- I tween the poles of which the tempera ture is 4.200 degrees centigrade, or 7.592 degrees Fahrenheit. It reminds j us or that “fervent heat" in which I “the earth also shall melt.” and when air Is passed over that arc one natur ally expects a result apocalyptic in its nature. What does happen is that the oxygen in the air is burnt up. utterly consumed. That which remains is. a coicrless gas, as invisible as the air itself, which is known as nitric oxide This, driven out into the air. recoin- j bines with it. the result being, of ’ course, twice as much nitrogen as there was before to the same amount j of oxygen: in other words, nitrogen dioxide (N02). The nert step is just as childishly simple. There is added one more ingredient, no rare and mystic compound to transform the air by magic into chemicals before our eyes—just water. The result of this is nitric acid, poisonous and powerful, made of air plus a part of the air plus water! And this chemical stands second In commercial importance. j only one. sulphuric acid, having a vaster area of usefulness. r»u(. nunc acia. you say. is not xer tilizer. It practically Is in the chem ist’s mind, for with it he is as near to having fertilizer as he is to having money when he pushes an indorsed j check through the paying teller's win dow. Limestone is cheap, exhaust less, easy to get and easy to work He treats it with his air made nitric acid, and the result is nitrate of lime (or nitrate of calcium), for fertilizing j purposes the practical equivalent of the famous Chilian nitrate of soda. That is about all of the process, but, j simple as it is. it is spectacular j enough to fulfill all expectations. For the electric spark between the poles of that arc is nine feet long. Nine feet of that inconceivable fervor of heat! a nine foot core of light so in tense as to be colorless, a thing al most beyond the concept of both eye and imagination. Surrounding this is a zone of wonderful greenish blue, fascinating and repelling at the same time, like an evil beauty. Here the temperature Is 1.400 degrees centi grade. or 2.552 degrees Fahrenheit. Wrapped about this (the beauty's veil, to make more alluring by partial con cealment) is a zone of pale greenish brown, and here the temperature is but a paltry 900 or 1.000 centigrade. It is mystical, terrible, and to behold as its result that humble, whitish, crum bly stutT that is only fertilizer dust, and to return to dust, is as If we were to behold witches casting, with spells and mctterings. all sorts of magic into their cauldron to take therefrom—a loaf of bread. That is just what is it. though— bread for us and the generations to come. For. in spite of the fact that water power costs four times as much in this country as it does in Norway and twice as much as in Austria or Switzerland, its development has al ready so cheapened the use of elec tricity that the production of atmos pheric nitrogen is at last coming into its own as a thing of such limitless commercial value that its discoverer indeed deserves the name of “a great benefactor.” for she has. in truth, ac complished that which will “change the economy of living on this earth.” Child Explained. Sinker toid the following story: He was one day giving a lesson to his school children at Goole. He had been talking to them about colors and had i explained that white denoted good ness and black sin. Wishing to drive Ms lesson further home. Sinker said: “Now. children, have you ever noticed the colors of my hood?” “Yes. sir; black and white." “Quite right, and what do those col ors signify?” After a short pause one small child answered: "Please, sir. you wear black because yon are a sinner, and white because you are trying to be good!" BOOKS TO SUIT CONDITIONS _ t ___ Instance cf Way In Which Librarians Are Calied on to Exercise Judgment. Infinite are tbe requirements and profound the judgment of librarians. Tbe other day a little girl who does the famil> marketing rushed into a west side library with the announce ment that the sewing society was go ing to meet at her mother's house that afternoon and wouldn't the librarian please send around a book suitable for the eiocutiocist of the society to read aloud while the others worked? The young woman appealed to sent the sequel to a particularly charming story thatvhad beguiled the tedium cf the same circle on a previous aft ernoon. In a short while the little girl returned the book. “Ma says this ain't the kind of a story they need today." she said. “They ain't workin on baby clothes and shirtwaists today. They're darnin' men's socks and mendin' shirts, and they want something suitable." There was a consultation of librari ans. Just what kind of literature would Ft the mental attitude of wom ] fn engaged in darning socks and mcnd i ing shirts was a question hitherto un ! considered. They decided on a wr.idhn's rights pamphlet called “The Eternal War fare." Apparently It suited, for the child did not bring it back. Candid Admission. “What are your ideas about re form r “About the same as everybody’s,” ! replied Senator Sorghum. "1 have a I general impression that myse’f and i my personal and political friends are ! the only peopie who do not need it." Eetter Still. Edna—Did Mabel get that six-shoot I er she spoke of providing herself with as a protection against burglars’ Eva—No; she got a six-footer.— j Judge's Library. After the Quarrel. The Heiress (in tear3)—My husband 1 was so ardent in his lovemaking. I i thought he adored me Her Friend—My dear, a man can ' put considerable fervor into his woo | ing when it's a case of marriage or work. Somewhat Dubious. “I wonder would the judge consider a pier, of insanity?" "Doubtless he would. Why do you i hesitate?" “Well, my client only stole 25 j plunks." Of Course She Could. "So you think you could dress a j chicken?” i “Oh, yes." declared the ambitious ! I bride, “1 saw uncle take a clock apart j | once. You just number the pieces as j ! you take ’em out." — Bakery or Beggary? “What line is poor old Slipupp In j now V “Last I heard he was in the bread j line.”—Judge. WOMAN SICK TWELVE YEARS Wants Other Women to Know How She Was Finally Restored to Health. Louisiana. Mo.: —“I think a woman naturally dislikes to make her troubles •---. known to the public. but complete restor ation tohealth means so much to me that I cannot keep from telling mine for the sake of other suffer ing women. “I had been sick about twelve years, and had eleven doc tors. I had drag -gmg down pains, pains at monthly periods, bilious spells, and was getting worse all the time. I would hardly get over one spell when I would be sick again. No tongue can tell what I suffered from cramps, and at times I could hardly walk. The doctors said I might die at one of those times, but I took Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta ble Compound and got better right away. Your valuable medicine is worth more than mountains of gold to suffering wo men.”—Mrs. Bertha Muff, 503 N. 4th Street, Louisiana, Mo. Lydia E. 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