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Humphrey Van Weyden, critic and dilet
tante. is thrown into the water by the
sinking of a ferryboat in a fog in San
Francisco bay. and becomes unconscious
before help reaches him On coming to
his senses he finds himself aboard the
sealing schooner Ghost. Captain Wolf
Larsen, bound to Japan waters witnesses
the death of the first mate and hears the
captain curse the dead man for presuming
to die at the beginning of the voyage. The
captain refuses to put Humphrey ashore
end makes him cabin boy ‘‘for the good
of his soul.” Humphrey sees the body of
tfce mate dumped into the sea. He begins
to l^arn potato peeling and dish washing
Ullder the cockney cook, Mugridge. Is
caught by a heavy sea shipped over the
quarter as he is carrying tea aft and his
knee is seriously hurt, but no one pays
any attention to his injury. Hump's quar- '
ters are changed aft. Mugridge steals h5s ,
money and chases him when accused of <
It. Later he listens to Wolf give his idea
or life—‘‘like yeast, a ferment . . . the big
•at the little . .
CHAPTER VI—Continued.
A cruel thing happened just before
supper, indicative of the callousness
and brutishness of these men. There
is one green hand in the crew, Harri
son by name, a clumsy-looking country
boy mastered. I imagine, by the spirit
of adventure, and making his first voy
age. In some way, when Harrison was
aloft, the sheet jammed in the block
through which it runs at the end of
the gaff. As 1 understood it, there
were two ways of getting it cleared—
first, by lowering the foresail, which
was comparatively easy and without
danger; and. second, by climbing out
the peak-halyards to the end of the
gaff itself, an exceedingly hazardous
performance.
Johansen called out to Harrison to
go out the halyards. The Ghost was
rolling emptily in a long sea. and with
each roll the halyards slacked and
Jurked taut. They were capable of
snapping a man off like a fly from a
whiplash.
Harrison heard the order and hesi
tated. It was probably the first time
he had been aloft in his life. Johan
6en burst out with a volley of abuse
and curses.
"ThatTl do, Johansen,” Wolf Larsen
eaid brusquely. “I'll have you know
that 1 do the swearing on this ship
If I need your assistance. I’ll call you
In.”
“Yes. sir," the mate acknowledged
submissively.
In the meantime Harrison had
started out on the halyards. It was
a slight uphill climb, for the foresail
peaked high. When he was half way
out, the Ghost took a long roll to
windward and back again into the hol
low between two seas It was the
apap of the whip. His clutch was
broken. His body pitched out and
down, but in Lome way he managed
to save himself with his legs, hanging
bead downward. A quick effort brought
his hands up to the halyards again;
tut he was a long time regaining h:s
former position, where he hung, a
pitiable object.
‘‘I’ll bet he has no appetite for sup
per,” I heard Wolf Larsen’s voice,
which came to me around the corner
Of the galley.
“It’s a shame," I heard Johnson
prowling in painfully slow and correct
English. He was standing by the main
rigging, a few feet away from me.
“The boy is willing enough. He will
learn if he has a chance. But this
la—” He paused awhile, for the word
“murder” was his final judgment.
“Hist, will ye!” Louis whispered to
him. “For the love iv your mother
hold your mouth!”
It took Harrison fully ten minutes
to get started again. A little later he
made the end of the gaff, where,
astride the spar itself, he cleared the
sheet, and was free to return. But he
had lost his nerve. Johansen called
vainly for him to come down. At any
moment he was liable to be snapped
off the gaff, but he was helpless with
fright. Wolf Larsen, walking up and
down with Smoke and in conversation,
took no more notice of him, though he
cried sharply once to the man at the
wheel:
“You’re off your course, my man!
Be careful, unless you’re looking for
trouble!’’
“Ay. ay. sir,” the helmsman respond
•d, putting a couple of spokes down.
He had been guilty of running the
Obost severa. points off her course in
order that what little wind there was
should fill the foresail and hold it
steady. He had striven to help the
unfortunate Harrison at the risk of
Incurring Wolf Larsen’s anger.
Fully half an hour went by, and
then 1 saw Johnson and Louis in some
sort of altercation. It ended with
Johnson flinging off Louis’ detaining
arm anil starting forward. He crossed
, the deck, sprang into the fore rigging,
and began to climb. But the quick
eye of Wolf Larsen caught him.
"Here, you, what are you up to?” he
cried.
Johnson’s ascent was arrested. He
looked his captain in the eyes and
replied slowly:
“1 am going to get that boy down."
"You'll get down out of that rigging,
and damn lively about it! D’ye hear?
Get down!”
Johnson hesitated, but the long
years of obedience to the masters of
ships overuowered him, and he dropped
sullenly to the deck and went on for
ward.
At half after five I went below to set
the cabin table, but I hardly knew
what I did, for my eyes and brain were
filled with the vision of a man, white
faced and trembling, comically like a
bug. clinging to the thrashing gaff.
At six o’clock, when I served supper,
going on deck to get the food from the
galley. 1 saw Harrison, still in the
same position. The conversation at
the table was of other things. Nobody
seemed interested in the wantonly tm
periled life. But, making an extra
trip to the galley a little later, 1 was
gladdened by the sight of Harrison
staggering weakly from the rigging to
the forecastle scuttle. He had finally
summoned the courage to descend
Before closing this incident. 1 must
give a scrap of conversation I had
with Wolf Larsen in the cabin, while
I was washing dishes.
"You were looking squeamish this
afternoon.” he began. “What was the
matter?"
I could see that he knew what had
made me possibly as sick as Harri
son, that he was trying to draw me.
and I answered, “It was because of the
brutal treatment of that boy.”
He gave a short laugh. “Like sea
sickness, I suppose. Some men are
subject to it, and others are not.”
“Not so.” 1 objected.
“Just so," he went on. “The eartb
is as full of brutality as the sea is
full of motion. And some men are
made sick by the one, and some by
the other. That’s the only reason.”
“But you. who make a mock of hu
man life, don’t you place any value
upon it whatever?” 1 demanded.
“Value? What value?” He looked
at me, and though his eyes were
steady and motionless, there seemed a
cynical smile in them. “What kind of
value? How do you measure it? Who
values it?”
“1 do,” I made answer.
“Then what is it worth to you? An
other man’s life. 1 mean. Come, now,
what is it worth?”
The value of life? How could 1 put
a tangible value upon it? Somehow,
1. who have always had expression.
I “You’re Off Your Course, My Man."
lacked expression when with Wolf
Larsen. The sacredness of life I had
accepted as axiomatic. That it was
intrinsically valuable was a truism I
had never questioned. But when he
challenged the truism I was speech
less.
“We were talking about thi3 yes
terday," he said. “I held that life
was a ferment, a yeast, something
which devoured life that it might live,
and that living was merely successful
piggishuess. Why, if there is anything
in supply and demand, life is the
cheapest thing in the world. There is
only so much water, so much earth.
so much air; but the life that is de
manding to be born is limitless Na
ture is a spendthrift. Life? Bah!
It has no value. Of cheap things it
is the cheapest. Everywhere it goes
begging. Nature spills it out with a
lavish hand. Where there is room
for one life, she sows a thousand lives,
and it’s life eats life till the Strongest
and most piggish life is left."
"You have read Darwin,” 1 said.
"But you read him misunderstanding
ly when you conclude that the struggle
for existence sanctions your wanton
destruction of life.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “You
know you only mean that in relation
to human life, for of the flesh and fowl
and the fish you destroy as much as I
or any other man. And human life is
in no wise different, though you feel
it is and think that you reason why it
is. Why should 1 be parsimonious
with this life which is so cheap and
without value?”
He staited for the companion stairs
but turned his head for a final word.
"Do you know the only value life has
is what life puts upon itself? And it
is of course overestimated, since it is
of necessity prejudiced in its own
favor. Take that man 1 had aloft. He
held on as if he were a precious thing,
a treasure beyond diamonds or rubies.
To you? No. To me? Not at all To
himself? Yes. But I do not accept
his estimate. He sadly overrates him
self. There is plenty more life de
manding to be born. To himself only
was he of value, and to show how
fictitious even this value was, being
dead he is unconscious that he has lost
himself. He alone rated himself be
yond diamonds and rubies. Diamonds
and rubies are gone, spread out on the
deck to be washed away by a bucket
of sea-water, and he does not even
know that the diamonds and rubies
are gone. He does not lose anything,
for with the loss of himself he loses
the knowledge of loss. Don't you see?
And what have you to say?”
"That you are at least consistent.”
was all I could say, and I went on
washing the dishes.
CHAPTER VII.
At last, after three days of variable
winds, we have caught the northeast
trades. I came on deck, after a good
night's rest in spite of my poor knee,
to find the Ghost foaming along, wing
and-wing. and every sail drawing ex
cept the jibs, with a fresh breeze
astern. Ten knots, twelve knots, eleven
knots, varying from time to time,
is the speed we are making. And
ever out of the northeast the brave
wind blows, driving us on our course
250 miles between the dawns.
Each day grows perceptibly warmer.
In the second dog-watch the sailors
come on deck, stripped, and heave
buckets of water upon one another
from overside. Flying fish are begin
ning to be seen, and during the night
the watch above scrambles over the
deck in pursuit of those that fall
aboard. In the morning Thomas Mug
ridge being duly bribed, the galley is
pleasantly areek with the odor of
their frying, while dolphin meat is
served fore and aft on such occasions
as Johnson catches the blazing beau
ties from the bowsprit end.
The days and nights are “ail a won
der and a wild delight.” and though
I have little time from my dreary
work, I steal odd moments to gaze and
gaze at the unending glory of what 1
never dreamed the world possessed. I
do not forget one night, when I should
have been asleep, of lying on the fore
castle head and gazing down at the
spectral ripple of foam thrust aside
by the Ghost’s forefoot. It sounded
like the gurgling of a brook over
mossy stones in some quiet dell, and
the crooning song of it lured me away
and out of myself till I was no longer
Hump the cabin-boy, nor Van Wey
den, the man who had dreamed away
thirty-five years among books. But a
voice behind me, the unmistakable
voice of Wolf Larsen, strong with the
invincible certitude of the man and
mellow with appreciation of the words
he was quoting, aroused me.
"O the blazing tropic night, when the
wake’s a welt of light
That holds the hot sky tame.
And the steady forefoot snores through
the planet-powdered floors
Where the scared whale flukes In flame.
Her plates are scarred by the sun. dear
lass.
And her ropes are taut with the dew.
For we’re booming down on the old trail,
our own trail, the out trail.
We're sagging south on the Long Trail—
the trail that Is always new.”
"Eh, Hump? How's It strike you?"
he asked, after the due pause which
the words and setting demanded.
I looked into his face. It was aglow
with light, as the sea Itself, and the
eyes were flashing in the starshine.
“It strikes me as remarkable, to say
the least, that you should show enthu
siasm," I answered coldly.
“Why. man, it’s living! ft's life!”
he cried.
"Which is a cheap thing and with
out value.” I flung his words at him.
He laughed, and it was the first time
1 had heard honest mirth in his voice.
“Ah. I cannot get you to understand,
cannot drive it into your head, what
a thing this life is. Of course life is
valueless, except to itself. And I can
tell you that my life is pretty valuable
just now—to myself. It is beyond
price, which you will acknowledge is
a terrific overrating, but which I can
not help, for it is the life that is in
me that makes the rating.”
He left me as suddenly as he had
come, springing to the deck with the
weight and softness of a tiger. Some
times I think him mad. or half mad at
least, what of his strange moods and
vagaries. At other times 1 take him
for a great man, a genius who has
never arrived. He is certainly an in
dividualist of the most pronounced
type. Not only that, but he is very
lonely. His tremendous virility and
mental strength wall him apart. Men
are more like children to him, even
the hunters, and as children he treats
them, descending perforce to their
level and playing with them as a man
plays with puppies. Or else he probes
them with the cruel band of a vivisec
tionist, groping about in their mental
processes as though to see of what
soul-stuff is made.
While on the question of vagaries.
1 shall tell what befell Thomas Mug
- ridge in the cabin, and at the same
time complete an incident upon which
I have already touched once or twice.
The twelve o'clock dinner was over,
one day. and I had just finished put
ting the cabin in order, when Wolf
Larsen and Thomas Mugridge de
scended the companion stairs. Though
the cook had a cubbyhole of a state
room opening off from the cabin, in
the cabin itself he had never dared
to linger or to be seen, and he flitted
to and fro, once or twice a day. like
a umia specter.
“So you know how to play ‘Nap,'”
Wolf Larsen was saying in a pleased
sort of voice. “I might have guessed
an Englishman would know. 1 learned
it myself in English ships.”
Thomas Mugridge was beside him
self. a blithering imbecile, so pleased
was he at chumming thus with the
captain. The little airs he put on and
the painful striving to assume the
easy carriage of a man born to a dig
nified place in life would have been
sickening had they not been ludicrous.
He quite ignored my presence, though
I credited him with being simply un
able to see me. His pale, wishy-washy
eyes were swimming like lazy summer
seas, though what blissful visions they
beheld were beyond my imagination.
"Get the cards, Hump,” Wolf Lar
sen ordered, as they took seats at the
table. “And bring out the cigars and
the whisky you'll find in my berth.”
I returned with the articles in time
to hear the cockney hinting broadly
that there was a mystery about him,
that he might be a gentleman's son
gone wrong or something or other;
also, that he was a remittance man
and was paid to keep away from Eng
land—"p’vcd 'ansomely to sling my
'ook an’ keep slingin’ it.”
1 had brought the customary liquoi
glasses, but Wolf Larsen frowned,
shook his head, and signaled with his
hands for me to bring the tumblers
These he filled two-thirds full with
undiluted whisky — “a gentleman’s
drink,” quoth Thomas Mugridge—and
they clinked their glasses to the glo
rious game of "Nap,” lighted cigars,
and fell to shuffling and dealing the
cards.
They played for money. They in
creased the amounts of the bets. They
drank whisky, they drank it neat, and
1 fetched more. 1 do not know whetb
er Wolf Larsen cheated or not—a
thing he was thoroughly capable ol
doing—but he won steadily. The cook
made repeated journeys to his bunk
for money. Each time he performed
the journey with greater swagger, but
he never brought more than a few
dollars at a time. He grew maudlin,
familiar, could hardly see the cards oi
sit upright. As a preliminary to an
other journey to his bunk, he hooked
Wolf Larsen’s buttonhole with a
greasy forefinger and vacuously pro
claimed and reiterated, “I got money
I got money, I tell yer. an’ I’m a gen
tleman’s son.”
Wolf Larsen was unaffected by the
drink, yet he drank glass for glass
and if anything his glasses were fuller
There was no change in him. He did
not appear even amused at the other’s
antics.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Its Effect.
"Jaggs was very much affected at
my talk with him on the evil effects
of drink. I could see how he filled
up.’’
“Yes, that is what he Is usually do
ing."
ADVANCE IN SOUTH AMERICA
Rapid Development of Argentine Re
public Has Equaled Anything in
the History of the World.
The difference between the Argen
tine republic of 1880 and the same na
tlon in 1915 is Ice. as Bishop Stuntz
toid the Knife and Fork club the oth
er night.
In the 35 years between those dates
the Argentine has seen the greatest
boom ever experienced by any agri
cultural country under the sun. West
«rn Canada not excepted. Agricultural
land then selling for three to tive
cents an acre brings $300 an acre
now. I.and in downtown Buenos
Aires that sold for $2 a square meter
then sold for $2,700 a square meter
last summer In 15 vears the Argen
tine increased its land under cultiva
tion 255 per cent. And why?
Because back in 1855 an ingenious
North American discovered ice count
be made artificially and by 1880 the
refrigerator ship was launched.
The Argentine is ard has always
hrr. « '-altI® country. The
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foot-and-mouth disease has always
been prevalent there and as a conse
quence Europe has enforced a rigid
quarantine on South American cattle
on the hoof. The meat could not be
shipped, dressed, without ice. But it
could after the refrigerator ship came.
The Argentine soon had the European
beef market cornered, and its pros
perity began.
While artificial ice has not "made'
the United States, it has made life
worth living here. You who can re
member back to 1870, when there were
but five artificial ice plants In the na
tion. have some idea of the comforts
it has brought.—Kansas City Star.
Look for the Good in Others.
You will find it less easy to up
root faults than to choke them by
gaining virtues. Do not think of
your faults; still less of others
faults; in every person who comes
near you look for what is good and
strong, honor that; rejoice in tftj and,
as you can. try to imitate h; and
your faults will drop off. like . . .
leaves when their time cornea.—John
Kuskin.
SAFETY FOR THE WOUNDED
Bullet-Proof Stretcher Devised for Sol
diers Who Have to Be Carried
From the Front.
Fighting conditions have become so
strenuous in the war zone that there
is no certainty when or where hospital
attendants or Red Cross men will be
given immunity from attack when per
forming their duties of rescuing the
wounded, and this is especially the
case when working between the lines
of opposing trenches, for the ever
present "sniper” is always on the loos
out for a victim. To meet these condi
tions a bullet-proof stretcher cover has
been invented, which appears to meet
the conditions perfectly This consists
of a long metal shield, arched at the
top, and high enough to enable the
attendants to stand upright within.
At the front end the shield is rounded
and sloped backwards to deflect bul
lets. and two “eyes" are provided,
through which the attendants can see
to direct their course and locate the
wounded. The whole contrivance ts
mounted on four wheels, and is pro
vided with arrangements for support
ing a stretcher. With this contrivance
two hospital attendants can make their
way in safety over a field exposed to
rifle fire, and after rolling he shield
over a wounded soldier, he is placed
on the stretcher, when a retreat is
made to a place of safety.
Drake in Offenburg.
Offenfcurg. near the edge of the
Black forest, upon which bombs have
been dropped by a hostile airman,
has a remarkable connection with
England. It is not necessary to insist
upon the story that it was founded by
Offo, an “English" king, in the year
600. Some maintain that the name of
the place simply means “open town.'"
But in the market place stands (unless
it has been strafed" since the war
began) a statue of—Sir Prancis Drake!
It is not, however, as naval hero that
Offenburg honors Drake, but as the
introducer inti Europe o! the potato.
While the figure bolds a map of South
America in the right hand, the left
clasps a flourishing potato plant, frith
fine "Kartoffeln" attached.—London
Chronicle.
Am we iMciEiiir
BIXBY ONLY SMILED
During the opening week <1 the
Pan-American Scientific congrf s, just
at the time when the delegates ,eemed
to be endeavoring to impress jne an
other with the fact that tt y wore
European-built clothes, a Bra ilian en
gineer mounted the platform it one of
the meetings. He was a fine-looking
man, with trousers that cut the air
like the prow of a million-dollar yacht,
a fine “wesscut” and an air of gran
deur. Furthermore, he had the man
ners of a Persian prince, and bowed
to General Bixby, who was chairman,
as if it were a coronation instead of
a gathering to hear a discourse on the
amount of mud that will collect in a
rainy season on the upper Nimpopc
or some other South American stream.
The splendidly tailored one uttered
a few soft Spanish phrases to General
Bixby, who bowed in return and ut
tered nothing. Thcn the general hand
ed the Brazilian a paper. It should
uc cAjuaiucu luai au ui iuc jjapci o iu uc i call iiau moi uccu uauucu iu iu
the chairman, who dealt them out one by one as the grandee arrived at the
platform. The speaker began to read. He looked a bit puzzled, but he read
on in beautiful Spanish. Then he stopped, like an automobile engine cough
ing on a cold day. He glowered, rumpled his forehead, gathered speed once
more, and read on. Then he stumbled over his words and stopped again.
Then he read a few lines. Finally he placed the paper on the table and
began to explain something in rapid-fire Spanish.
He was directing his remarks to General Bixby, who made motions as it
acquiescing in everything the gentleman said. The Brazilian talked some
more, and General Bixby bowed and smiled *as if everything were all right,
and wasn't it a nice day? and all thnt. But that did not do for the Brizilian,
who slapped his paper excitedly with his hand and began to fire more
Spanish.
Then from the audience arose a tall person with a loud voice, who spake
as follows:
The trouble is, general, that you have given him the wrong paper, and
he is trying to tell you about it.”
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HE iS GENERAL NEWTON I
"Fewer cases of insanity are be
ing received in the asylums and hos
pitals of Russia today than before the
war, notwithstanding the brain-rack
ing experiences which hundreds of
thousands of people of that country
have gone through during the past
year. This indicates to my mind that
prohibition has been a great thing
for Russia.”
This statement was made by Dr.
Philip Newton, formerly a hospital
physician of Washington, now a briga
dier general in the medical branch of
the Russian army, when on a recent
visit to his home.
Doctor Newton went to Russia
in September, 1914, as a Red Cross
surgeon. When the Red Cross with
drew its surgeons from the country
he offered his services to the Rus
sian government. In addition to be
ing commissioned with a rank equiv
alent to a brigadier generalship in
this country, he was decorated with the order of St. Anne, a decoration given
for unusual service.
While in charge of a Red Cross hospital in Kiev, Doctor Newton fell
in love with Princess Schahofskaya of Petrograd, who had volunteered as
a nurse. They were married in January of 1915, but the young noblewoman
died three months later.
Prior to coming back to this country Doctor Newton was in charge of a
large hospital at Petrograd. His division, the Second division of the Sixth
army, which was almost wiped out during the retreat from Warsaw, was
withdrawn from the front in order to fill its depleted ranks.
_KERN ADVISES LEWIS_
■Washington has been laughing
over an exchange of telegrams be
tween Senator Lewis of Illinois and
Senator Kern of Indiana regarding the
style of dress J. Ham should wear at
a Jackson club banquet at Lafayette,
Ind.
Although the Illinois statesman is
recognized as the arbiter and final au
thority on all matters pertaining to
men's apparel, he sought the advice
of the Hoosier senator, whose paint
brush whiskers are his only sartorial
pride.
‘‘Shall I wear a dress suit, or is it
to be informal?” Senator Lewis wired.
“Business suit, Louis XIV neck
tie,” Senator Kern replied.
Before Senator Kern’s telegram
reached him. Senator Lewis, becoming
impatient, wired the second time. And
Senator Kern, figuring his advice in
the first instance had not been satis
factory, tried again in this way:
“Wear everyday clothes and Dolly Varden necktie.” Senator Lewis took
the count.
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CHURCHILL AS A SOLDIER
Winston Churchill, who retired
from the British cabinet to resume the
army life which he loves, has been
advanced to the rank of major. As a
boy, Mr. Churchill was fond of military
study. His chief recreation in his
Harrow days was fencing. He won
the school’s championship, and pass
ing from Harrow to Sandhurst he en
tered the Fou. ih R.:ssars. He joined
his regiment, the Queen’s Own Oxford
shire Hussars. Mr. Churchill has had
experience in five previous campaigns.
He served with the Spanish forces
in Cuba, then with the Punjab in
fantry with the Maukand field force,
being mentioned in dispatches, after
wards as orderly to Sir W. Lockhart
in the Tirah expeditionary force, and
later with the Twenty-first Lancers
in the Sudan, taking part in the fa
mous charge at Omdurman.
In the South African war he was
correspondent for the London Morn
ing Post. The charge that he broke his parole he always vigorously denied.
He has written many military books and pamphlets, and also one novel.
CHILDREN’S COURTS IN SPAIN.
United States Consul Robert Honey at Madrid reports that by royal de
cree, recently promulgated, the minister of justice was directed to draw and
submit to parliament a bill creating children’s court in appropriate parts of
Spain. The bill is modeled in a general way on English statutes.
The court will be presided over by a Judge, who will be assisted by one
or more lay judges, and will have jurisdiction over delinquent children under
fifteen years of age. It will also have jurisdiction in case of vagrancy and
begging on the part of these children. It will have authority to deprive
either the mother or father, or both, of parental authority, and to punish
either parent, or both, in cases where the parent instigates the oflense or
does not send the child to school. It will also have jurisdiction to punish
masters for violations of the apprenticeship laws.
The bill is a decided Innovation in Spanish jurisprudence.
PERUNA TONIC
Are You
Well?
What would you give to be
perfectly well? All you have
got, of course. It may be that
your trouble Is of a catarrhal
nature. Catarrh of the head.
Catarrh of the stomach. Ca
tarrh of some internal organ.
If so, Peruna will help you on
the road to perfect health. If
you want to be convinced, buy
( one bottle. No further argu
ment will be necessary.
Coughs Colds Catarrh
PERUNA TONIC
Problem Solved.
Great Publisher—We find this novel
of yours is twice as long as it should
be.
Gerat Author—But I can’t waste all
that material.
Great Publisher—Certainly not. Our
idea is to cut it in half and make two
novels of it.—Judge.
SYRUP Of FIGS FOG ■
A CHILD'S BOWELS
It is cruel to force nauseating,
harsh physic into a
sick child.
Look back at your childhood days.
Remember the “dose” mother insisted
on—castor oil, calomel, cathartics.
How you hated them, how you fought
against taking them.
With our children it’s different.
Mothers who cling to the old form of
physic simply don’t realize what they
do. The children’s revolt is well-found
ed Their tender little "insides” are
injured by them.
If your child's stomach, liver and
bowels need cleansing, give only deli
cious "California Syrup of Figs.” Its
action is positive, but gentle. Millions
of mothers keep this harmless “fruit
laxative” handy; they know children
love to take it; that it never fails to
clean the liver and bowels and sweet
en the stomach, and that a teaspoonful
given today saves a sick child tomor
row.
Ask at the store for a 50-cent bottle
of “California Syrup of Figs,” which
has full directions for babies, children
of all ages and for grown-ups plainly
on each bottle. Adv.
There is no place like home—ac
cording to the glowing description
given by the man who is trying to sell
his.
dot Dray Hairs bat Tired Eye*
make us look older than we are. Keep
your Eyes young and you will look young
After the Movies Murine Tour Eyes. Don’t
tell your age. Murine Eye Remedy Co..
Chicago, Sends Eye Book on request.
Many a man asks questions merely
for an excuse to answer them him
self.
Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets are tie
original little liver pills put up 40 year*
ago. They regulate liver and bowels.—A dr.
It’s a wise saw that knows its own
maker.
Why That Lame Back ?
Morning lameness, sharp twinges
when bending, or an all-day back
ache; each is cause enough to sus
pect kidney trouble. Get after the
cause. Help the kidneys. We
Americans go it too hard. We
overdo, overeat and neglect our
sleep and exercise and so wre are
fast becoming a nation of kidney
sufferers. 72% more deaths than
in 1890 Is the 1910 census story.
Use Doan's Kidney Pills. Thou
sands recommend them.
An Iowa Case
Frank J. Kooney.
grocer, 153 Julien Ave.,
Dubuque. Iowa, says:
“I had rheumatic
pains in my left hip.
often extending into
my shoulder. I felt
nervous and had little
ambition. I knew my
kidneys weren’t acting
properly and I began
using Doan’s Kidney
Pills. They soon cured
me and toned up my
system. I am glad to
tat a Talii m I
say mat me cure uus oeeu perma
nent."
Get Doan'a at Any Store. 50c a Bex
DOAN’S KP,1™Vr
FOSTER-M1LBURN CO- BUFFALO. N. Y.
The Army of
Constipation
Is Growing Smaller Every Day,
CARTER'S LI I ILL
LIVER PILLS are .g
responsible — they
not only give reuci^
— they perma
nently cure Co»^
(tipation. Mil \i
lions use,
them for
Bilioutness,
Indigestion, Sick Headache, Sallow Skin.
SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICE.
Genuine must bear Signature
NEAL OF COUNCIL BLUFFS
q ti a v DRINK and DRUG
d-DAY TREATMENT
Always Successful. Write for Booklet.
Address NEAL INSTITUTE
21 Benton Street, COUNCIL BLUFFS, IX. j
Or address J. X. MXY, Manager. --
DATCAITC Watson E. Coleman.
I M I CIl I U Patent Lawyer.Waablaglaau
■ " ■ Ilf. Advice and hooks tree.
Bates reasonable. Biabeet references. Best Servian
W. N. U., OMAHA, NO. 6-1916.
