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& full &t6eKinq i TitcTi ©Bryant^ ITCH weather, and Christ mas bat a few days away. The city was properly dressed for the occasion. Snow covered the streets and the steps leading to the beautiful homes on the boulevard where every hol iday wish of the people would he gratified. The bright-eyed, thinly-clad boy on the steps of one of these beautiful homes was not wasting any tjme in envying the rich. He had waited there for some minutes for the big au tomobile he knew was due to arrive from the hospital about that time each day. The big car pulled up beside the curb. A big, kindly-faced man stepped ‘Tom it and started up the steps. "Say, are you the doc?” The surgeon paused half-way up the steps and glanced at the small bit of humanity balanced on the stone hand rail. ‘Why, yes, my little man. what can I do for you?” he asked tenderly, as he stepped over and put a hand on the lad’s knee. He was familiar with the type of boy who had greeted him, and it was a type of boy he liked, a fearless, independent, little waif of the streets. In the great hospital, of which he was the head, they were his most uncomplaining and appreciative patients, even if they were not the profitable ones. “Nothin’ fer meself; it's ter me brud der.” The little fellow spoke earnest ly and looked straight into the emi nent surgeon’s kindly gray eyes. “Your brother? Oh, I see. Well, what's the matter with your brother?”, “Cripple.” The one word, with the saddened tone, told the whole story to Doctor Harrison. He knew the rest of the tale from long experience, and asked no further questions. “Come in the house, and let’s talk it over.” “Say, doc, I don’t believe you want me to come in. I ain’t got no money.” “Why, that's just the reason I want you to come in,” the doctor replied, With a merry twinkle in his eye, and ran up the steps closely followed by the small urchin. As the door closed behind them he seized the youngster in a playful bear hug, and landed him in a beavily upholstered leather chair. It was such a chair as that boy had seen in the great shop windows, but had never thought of sitting in, and the warmth of its soft cushions gave a pleasant thrill to his shivering lit tle body. ‘ What is your name?” “Tom McGuire. You know Pat Mc Guire that tends bar down in East Downey street?” “No, I don’t believe I do.” “Well, he’s me uncle, and he says you set his leg, time of the big rail road smash-up at Hanover." “Yes, I remember going out.to Han over w ith a lot of other doctors at the time of the accident; but that was ten years ago.” “That don’t make any difference to Uncle Pat. He never forgets favors. Guess he ain’t had many in hi3 life.” “Did your Uncle Pat send you to see me?” asked the surgeon. "Naw, but it’s because what he told me ’bout you made me think it might be all right to come and see ’bout Pete’s leg.” "Where is your brother, Thomas?” “Aw, don’t call me that. I ain’t Thomas. I’m just Tom. Raggy Tom they call me ’round the square. I sells papes on the southwest corner of the square. Business ain’t so bad this time o' year, and I’m breakin’ in Pete." . “He can walk, then, can he?” The physician had seated himself close to hfs small caller, and was giving his whole attention to the case in hand. “Tell -me more about Pete.” “Pete was born that way. Doctor said one leg wasn’t no good and never was goin’ to be, so when Pete got big \ enough, I saved me pennies and bought him a crutch, and after ’while he got so’s he could use it. Then I took him down to the corner and he helped me sell papes in rush hours. He likes to be doin’ sonthln’, but he gets awful tired holdin’ the papes and bangin' on to his crutch." “Does he stay there all day?” Naw, not all the time. Business ain’t ra.shin' only mornin's and nights, and Pete stays home part of the time. On cold days he gits shivery ' 'cause he can’t get ’round very fast •o’s to keep himself warm.” t “Is there any news stand on that Jorber?” the doctor asked, becoming : Mill more interested. “Naw, we dassen’t put one up. Billy Hahn, he’s the feller what had that corner before me, he tried to get leave to put up a stand alongside of the fountain where there’s plenty of room, but the aldermen turned him down. He didn't have no pull, and I ain't got none neither. Me and Pete was up on the northeast corner, and when Billy got wet feet and pneumonia and died, we come down to bis cor ner.” “Tem, are your father and mother living?” "Maw Is. I dunno much about paw. He ain't no good. Uncle Pat says he sees him bangin' round once in s _ ~ - awhile. Maw’s got two younger’n me and Pete. I’m ten and Pete's goin’ on nine. Maw works awful hard takin' care of the kids and sewin’ fer a de partment store. She says to me one time: ‘Tom, you look after Pete and I’ll take care of the young uns.’ Maw can’t hardly get enough to buy ’em clothes, so I chip in when biz is good. Say, doc, I read in my papes ’bout that kid you fixed up last week, and I’ll bet ten cents Pete's leg's Just like that. Thinks I, when I read that, ‘I'm goin' to see Doc Harrison and tell him ’bout Pete.’ Now, doc, on the level, how much do you charge for a Job like that?" “I received $3,000 for that opera tion.” There was a merry twinkle in the doctor’s eye that was lost on his little visitor. * “Aw, say, doc, wot yer givin’ me? You didn't make all that in one day?” “Yes, In two hours, Tom.” The youngster’s eyes filled with tears, and he bit his lip to hold back the sobs. A good leg meant so much to Pete, and he would gladly give $3,000 for one for him if that were possible, but the doctor might have as well asked for the moon in pay ment for that leg. His vision of Pete without the hated crutch was fast dis appearing, but he would not let it get away entirely. “Don’t you never charge no less?” the boy managed to ask, without giv ing away to the burst of tears ready to flow at his disappointment? "Oh, yes, indeed; but you asked me how much I received for an operation like last week’s, and I never per formed one just like that before. It was very difficult and peculiar.” Tom slid out of the chair as if to go. “I guess it’s all off, doc. I ain't in your class.” "Tom, sit down there.” The doc tor’s tone of command was filled with more laughter than severity. “Let’s talk business.” The youngster obeyed, watching the eminent surgeon with a puzzled look, uncertain whether the great man was really going to make a concession or upbraid him for taking his time. Faint though it was, a new hope sprang up in the small breast. Possibly there might be some terms of payment that he could meet as he grew older and could earn more than the few pennies that meant the day’s profits on his paper sales. “Tom,” the doctor continued, “I know Pete.” “You know Pete?” Tom gasped in amazement. “Yes, I have seen him down by the fountain at the square. You know we specialists always keep our eyes open for anything in our line, so I have noticed him several times as 1 passed the corner. Of course, I can’t say posi tively, but I think an operation will give Pete two legs instead of one. Now, how much can you afford to pay for such an operation?” The youngster's eyes shone like two live coals. So the doctor knew' Pete, and thought he could cure him! Was It a dream? Tom pinched him self to make sure it was all real. Yes, he was awake all right. How much could he afford? He felt he could af ford anything to give Pete a new leg, but how little that W'as compared with what the doctor would expect! Both sat In silence for over a minute. The surgeon knew' what was going on in the youngster’s mind, but thought best to let him come to his own conclusion. The boy fumbled his cap nervously while he considered the great ques tion, and at length looked up suddenly into the surgeon’s face. There was no doubt or uncertainty in his face or tone as he announced his decision. “Doc, the only thing I’ve got in the world is me corner down by the foun tain, where me and Pete sells papers. I can’t give you all that, for I wouldn’t have nuthin’ for me and Pete to live on and to help maw with the kids. I’ll tell you what I’ll do, doc. I’ll let you have half o’ that corner. You can hire a kid to sell papes fer you and have some dbugh left, but you won’t make no $3,000 in kingdom come.” The doctor knit his brows and Tom imagined he could see a quick refusal of his proposition, but the kindly gleam came back into the doctor’s eye and Tom began to hope again as the doc tor pondered over the proposition for a moment. Then the doctor said: "All right, Tom; I'll accept that proposition, and we’ll draw up the agreement right now. Let’s see, this is December eighteenth. We'll start the new arrangement beginning with January first.” In the course of a quarter of an hour the paper was duly prepared and signed and witnessed, and Tom saw the doctor file it carefully in the strong box in his safe. With a hearty hand shake, the surgeon bade adieu to his ten-year-old man of affairs, and turn ed to a patient waiting in the outer office. Tom McGuire had known all too lit tle of happiness in his hard ten years, but this was surely the climax of his earthly bliss. A new leg for Pete!1 Could anything be finer! He ran most of the way back to the square, and nearly knocked the cripple over in his eagerness to tell the good news. “Say, Pete, you’re goin' to have a new leg.” “What?” the bewildered Pete was too intent on selling papers to bother about new legs. “A new leg, I say. Doc Harrison, what I told you ’bout, is goin’ to make one fer you.” “Aw, gwan. Wot yer givln’ me?” grunted the skeptical Pete, ignoring the enthusiasm of the head of the house. “Come on, I’ll show you." "Naw, you don’t. You don’t get me losin’ what leg I’ve got.” “Honest, Pete, I'm on the level. The doc says he bets he can fix, you up good as new.” “Nixy fer me. I’m fer keepln’ me bum prop. I reads how a doc saws oft a boy’s legs just for fun.” “Aw, Pete, don’t be silly. The doc won't hurt you.” “Don't you believe it,” Pete replied, and started down the sidewalk to get away from temptation. Tom knew Pete's stolid strength of will, and de cided on another tack. He felt in his pocket and found sixteen cents. Count ing out five pennies, he ran across the street, and soon had Dr. Harrison on the wire. “Hello, this you, doc?—Pete won’t come—Naw, he’s afraid you’ll hurt him. He’s read how- a doc cut off a feller’s leg ju6t fer fun.—Send up a pape? Sure, but you'll have to hide yer sign, or he won't never come in.— All right, I’ll send him up. Please don’t hurt him, will you, doc?—Good by.” Tom ran back to the corner. “Hey, Pete,” he called, as soon as he was within earshot of the cripple, “a guy just told me to hustle a Star up to 345 West Alden avenue. Get on a Prince street car, and hurry up. Here's a dime fer carfare." “There ain't no profit In that," Pete gruhted, “go yerself an' save the dime.” “Do as yer told. I’m boss o’ this corner,” the young financier retorted, shoving Pete toward a car as fast as the cripple could hobble. “Get off at Wralnut street and walk west half a block,” he shouted as he helped Pete on the car platform. For the first time in twenty-two years Dr. Harrison’s sign was hidden as the cripple struggled up the steps and rang the bell. “Here’s yer pape,” he said in a mat ter-of-fact tone, holding out the first edition, when the maid opened the1 door. “Paper?” asked the girl, pretending ignorance. “Step In a moment and I’ll see if It belongs here." Pete stepped Inside and took oS his cap. The girl disappeared, but return ed presently, and pointed to an open door down the hall. Pete hobbled in "Ye—es," Pete whispered. too scared to realize whether he was say ing “yes” or “no.” “Now, Pete, take a good look at me,” the doctor continued as he arose from his chair and stood in the mid dle of the room for the cripple's in spection. “I’m not really such an aw ful man, am I, Pete?” “N—n—o—o," Pete answered, more because the surgeon’s tone needed a negative reply than because he knew what he was saying. "Pete, I like little boys," the doctor went on, ignoring the lad's terrified expression. “And I kind of think some of them like me. Do you think you could?” “Ma—a—aybe,” the youngster was doing his best to be brave. The doctor glanced at the open door and nodded to the maid. "Tom McGuire is out at the door and wants to see you,” she said. “Send him in,” the surgeon an swered heartily. "Well, I never. Hel lo, Tom!” “Hello, doc! Done anything to Pete’s leg?” “Why, no, we haven’t mentioned legs. Have we, Pete?” “Not yet,” said Pete, with a feeling that something was still to come. “Say, doc, look at it now. will you?” Tom exclaimed energetically and be gan to take off his brother's shoe. “Hold on a minute, Tom; this isn’t the place to examine legs, and besides, I never make an examination without the owner’s consent.” “Tell the doc you want to have yer leg looked at,” Tom commanded in a tone that bore authority. Before Pete could answer, the doc tor had interposed a good natured ob jection. "You keep out of this, Tom. This iB Pete’s leg, and he shall have the whole say about what is done to that leg.” This announcement was a revelation to Pete, who bad had visions of being bound,and gagged while the doctor at tacked his leg with a common band saw. “Is that straight?” he asked, look ing up dubiously into the surgeon's face. “Absolutely!” the doctor exclaimed. "I won’t touch a finger to that leg till you give me your consent.” “There, Pete, what’d I tell you,’* Tom broke In, but the doctor frowned at him to keep quiet. The eyes of both Tom and the surgeon were now on Pete. “What'll it cost?” The cripple seemed about to yield but wanted one more obstacle cleared away. “Never mind the cost, Tom and I have arranged that between us.” The look of appreciation and grati tude that the cripple brother gave i_-.rw ry-'rr^ agn The Physician Had Seated Himself Close to His Small Caller, and Was Giv ing Hie Whole Attention to the Cat# in Hand. me direction pointed, and entered the doctor’s outer office. “Sit down a minute,’’ came a pleas ant voice from somewhere, and Pete crawled up into one of the large chairs. The next few minutes were about the busiest the cripple had ever known. Pictures, statuary, books, fur niture—never in his short life had he seen such an array. How could he possibly remember all to tell Tom? Before the survey was half finished, however, a tall man with a kindly face stood before him ant held out his hand for the paper. Pete handed him the Star and arose to go. "Hold on a minute, how much do 1 owe you?” "Two cents.” “Two cents?” the doctor Bhouted, so loud that Pete feared he had over charged him. "Didn’t you pay carfare to get here?” "Yes, Tom paid that." Pete smiled with relief. “Tom? Who’s Tom?” "He’s me big brudder.” This time the .smile bespoke pride and thank fulness. "Likely sort of chap?" "Yes, sir; Tom's all right.” The smile was wider than ever. “Do you know wiho I am?" the doc tor asked in his kindliest tone, plac ing his hand on the boy's shoulder. "No.” "I am Dr. Harrison." The smile dis appeared and the boy began to trem ble at mention of tpe awful name. “Possibly you have heard of me?” Tom at that moment would have re paid any sacrifice—yes, even the whole of the corner paper privilege. Pete’s eyes glistened with teardrops as he turned to the doctor. “Go ahead, doc. Do anything you want, only don't hurt me too much. Say, ain’t Tom all right?’’ “You bet he is,” the doctor replied, and motioned the cripple to the inner office. ••••••• Tom was busy as he could be on Christmas eye and it was well after midnight wh$n he crawled into his lit tle bed, tired and lonely, for Pete had gone to the hospital three days be fore. He knew away down deep in his heart that it would do no good to hang up his stocking, but hope dies hard in the young and the stocking was pinned to the side of the chair. The sun had shone for an hour or more when Tom aw-oke and realized that it was Christmas day. He hardly dared to glance at the stocking but summoned up courage and looked at the chair where it hung. The stock ing was empty. Tom reached over and felt it to make sure and then . crawled back under the bedclothes. For the first time in his life the rough ness of the world had overcome him and, in spite of all the strength he could muster, the great hot tears crowded into blB eyes and flowed down his cheeks. He burled his face in the pillow and cried a great big soulful cry. "Tom! Tom!” It was his mother' calling, but he only, pulled the bed clothes over his head and pretended not to hear. He would not for the world let maw know that he would cry, he who was supposed to bear the burden of the family on his shoul ders. “Tom! Tom! Tom!” come the call again, "here’s a letter for you.” A letter for Tom? Such an event had come into his life only twice, once when the fresh air society of : fared him a week in the country which he could not afford to take, and a let : ter from the license bureau with his newsboy badge. The dry side of the his bare toe that It almost made him howl. A little thing like that was not allowed to break up the celebration so he grasped his mother's hands, and swung her around and around in a “ring around a rosy” until the poor woman hardly knew whether it was Christmas or Fourth of July. “Ain’t this a grand Christmas?” he shouted. “Ain’t the doc bully? Ain’t Peter the luckiest feller in the whole . world?” “Yes, yes, yes," gro,aned Mrs. Mc Guire, trying her best to regain her breath and balance. “O, it’s—too— good—to be true!” “Aw, Gwan, Wot Yer Givln' MeT” Grunted the Skeptical Pete. pillow served as handkerchief and tow el, and, holding his head low to hide his red eyes, be ran into the next room. “John J. Sweeney,” he read cn the corner of the envelope, "why, he's the alderman from this district.” Fingers were all thumbs trying to get that let ter open and part of it was torn be fore the envelope would give up its secret The note was short and type written but it took Tom nearly five minutes to read it aloud. Each word seemed to have taken a new meaning to the astonished boy. “Mr. Thomas McGuire, 148 Willow St, City. Dear Sir: I have the honor to inform you that the application of McGuire and Har rison for a news stand adjoining the fountain on the southwest corner of the square has been granted and pos session may be taken at once. Be lieve me, Yours very truly, “JOHN J. SWEENEY, "Alderman 17th District.” “Great Jewhilikens,” Tom shouted, and his mother, too, made some sort of an exclamation that was drowned in the racket of the two smaller Mc Guires, who felt called upon to add to the general din. “Me and the doc's goin’ to have a real news stand right where I wanted it. Don’t I wish Pete was home to hear the good news! What do you think o’ that, maw? A great big news stand right at the fountain where we can sell ten times more papes! Ain’t that a bully Christmas present? Say, maw, the doc s a brick and don't you forget it.” “Well, hurry up and get dressed or 1 you won't have much Christmas Day left” Tom vaulted cbair and cradle on his way back to the bedroom and slammed h!s tear soaked pillow into a corner of the room as an expression of h‘.s feelings toward tears. “A real news stand. A great big 3tand all to ourselves. I can see just how it’s goin’ to look. Gee! ain't that grand l" But greater news was on the way and before he had pulled on the empty stocking he heard a noise in the other room and peeped out. There was a big man in a fur overcoat at the door with another letter and he was not the postman either. "Tom, here’s another one for you.” The summons was needless for Tom W&s already at his mother's side and had seized the white envelope. "James B. Harrison, M. D.,” he read. “That’s about Pete. Jimminy Christ mas! Say, maw, you open it. My hands is all shaky.” Mrs. McGuire could not make much better headway opening the envelope than Tom, but she managed to pull out the letter and Tom began to read laboriously. "Mr. Thomas McGuire, 148 Willow St. Dear Tom: Merry Christmas from Pete and the doc. Hurrah for Pete! The operation was a great success. Pete will be run ning around without a crutch long be fore next Christmas. Come around to the hospital at four o'clock. Sincerely your friend. "JAMES B. HARRISON’.’’ “P. S.—By the way, Tom, I don’t be lieve I shall have time to take care Df my half of that newspaper privilege at the corner, so I return herew ith the agreement cancelled. Leave a paper at my house every night while Pete is In the hospital and we will call It square. J. B. H." "Three cheers fer Pete.” Tom yelled, and gave the table such a kick with “Well. It is true, fer I knew the doo | wouldn’t fool me. Ain’t he the grand* ■ est ever?" “Tom you’ll never be ready to go to the hospital by four o'clock if you don’t get dressed.’’ Tom rushed Into the bedroom and came back with the empty stocking that had hung on the chair. “Say maw, I’ll shut my eyes, and you stick them two letters in me stocking and I’ll pretend I found ’em there. Ain’t this a bee-ootiful Christmas?” (Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.) WORLD’S MOST SACRED SPOT Manger in Church of the Nativity at Bethlehem Where Christ Is Said to Have Been Born. What may perhaps be described as the most sacred spot on earth is the grotto or manger in the Church of the Nativity at Bethlehem. This 6mall underground chamber, reached from the church above by a flight of steps, is said to be the site of the actual manger where Christ was born, and a silver star, let into the floor underneath the altar, is alleged to be the exact spot of the Nativity. Above the star hang fifteen lamps, which have continually illuminated the lit tle chapel for several hundred years. The altar Is adorned with most elaborate embroideries, the work of royal princesses, while from the cell ing hang a number of brass lamps and a few paintings. There has, of course, been no little controversy as to whether this is the actual site of the original manger. To begin with, It is underground, and many people wonder how it could have been used *>>' cattle and horses. Here, however, we have to remember that in the East donkeys and mules often dwell In underground stables, and the stair ease would present no difficulty to the agile native cattle, of Palestine. No less an( authority than Colonel Conder has declared that “the rude grotto with its rocky manger may be accepted even by the most skeptical of modern explorers.” Georgie's Threat. Little Georgie Prim had rejoined the Sunday school, as was his annual custom, just two weeks before Christllias. “I'm glad to see you here again," said the superintendent. “Well, believe me,” said little George, “You’ve got to do better by me than you did last Christmas or I’ll go to the Presbyterian church next time.” Friendly Advice. "Yes," said the Fairy Prince, ‘‘yen may have whatever you want for a Christmas present." “I will choose,” said the Fortunate Person, “either a wife or an automo bile.” “How foolish!” exclaimed the Fairy Prince. “Why do you not select something that you can manage? Maid and Mistletoe. According to Archbishop Nares, the maid who was not kissed under mis tletoe at Christmas would not be mar ried in that year. The mistletoe speedily invaded the drawing room, without, however, reducing the quan tity of kissing in the kitchen. Two in One. “What a lucky fellow Bliss is." “How so?” “His fiancee's birthday comes on Christmas.” .. .. I WALT WHITMAN S OTHER SIDE Poet on Several Occasions Showed Marked Conservatism in Writ ings and Actions. With all of his radicalism. Walt Whitman was ofttlmes conservative, wrote Thomas B. Harned in Case and Comment. This was because of his profound sense of justice. When the great Emperor William of Germany died. Whitman wrote s poem called “The Oearf Emoeron'^ which save __V_ : much offense to many of his radical | friends, who could not see why a mon arch should be called “a good old man —a faithful shepherd.” He had a great admiration for Queen Victoria. He said that our people i should be eternally grateful for Vic toria’s sympathy for the union during the Civil war. “I, for one,” he said, ‘feel strongly grateful to Victoria for the good outcome of that struggle— ! the war horrors and finally the pres ervation of our nationality.” He said words in defense of Presl dent Cleveland when there was criti cism because he sent a present to the pope at the time of his jubilee. I cite these cases to prove that Whit man believed in government. In law, in the acceptance of present conditions until we could better them. I remem ber In the year 1887 Sidney Morse, a sculptor from Boston, spent many days with Whitman in Camden making a bust of him. Merge had anarchistic tendencies. The day the Chicago an archists were hanged he was very de spondent Whitman said to him: “It won’t do, Sidney; we must have po licemen, law, order and such things until the human critter can get along without them, and that is a long way off. We can’t throw bombs, and kill people, even if they are policemen.’’ Morse’s sadness was increased be cause he failed to get any sympathy from Whitman. Gas Refrigeration. At a recent meeting of the Natural Gas association it was announced that complete gas refrigeration outfitsj I would soon replace the ice chest. In I the near future, it was predicted by ! the committee, the new machines will become one of the most economical appliances that can be Installed. The method of operation is simple. When it is necessary to keep the cooler or refrigerator cold, as the gas jets in the heater are lighted these jets im pinge upon a tank in which is placed ammonia in a liquid form. This am monia boils and vaporises, the vapor beihg conducted through the refrig erator £7 means of coU»t forming | the cooling agent, upon the same prin ciple that the great Ice machines in breweries and other enterprises work. How It Happened. "He was severely injured in an auto accident, was he not?” "Quite severely." “Did he sue the driver of the auto?” “No, he brodght suit against a girl who half a block away stopped to tie her shoe. She was the reason he did not see the ante." DODGING THE BEATEN PATH Good Story as It Is Related, Though It Doesn't Often Happen in Real Life. Congressman Robert L. 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