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tfy JACK LONPOrT
SYNOPSIS.
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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 bav. and becomes unconscious
before help reaches him. On coming to
his- senses iie finds himself aboard the
sealing schooner Ghost. Captain Wolf
l^arsen. bound to .Japan waters, witnesses
the death of the first mate and hears the j
captain curse the dead man for presuming j
to die. The captain refuses to put j
Humphrey ashore and makes him cabin
boy “for the good of his soul.” He begins
to learn potato peeling and dish washing
under the cockney cook. Mugridge, is
caught by a heavy sea shipped over the
quarter as he is csrrytng 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 his
money and chases him when accused of
it. Later he listens to Wolf give his idea
of life—“like yeast, a ferment . . . the big
eat the little . . .** Cooky is jealous of
Hump and hazes him. Wolf hazes a sea
man and makes it the basis for another
philosophic discussion with Hump. Wolf
entertains Mugiidge in his cabin.
CHAPTER VII—Continued.
In the end, with loud protestations
that he could lose like a gentleman,
the cook’s last money was staked on
the game and lost. Whereupon he
leaned his head on his hands and
wept. Wolf Larsen looked curiously
at him. as though about to probe and
vivisect him. then changed his mind,
as from the foregone conclusion that
there was nothing there to probe.
"Hump,” he said to me, elaborately
polite, "kindly take Mr. Mugridge's
arm and help him up on deck. He is 1
not feeling very well.”
“And tell Johnson to douse him with
a few buckets of salt water.” he add
ed, in a lower tone for my ear alone.
I left Mr. Mugridge on deck, in
the hands of a couple of grinning sail
ors who had been told off for the pur
pose. Mr. Mugridge was sleepily splut
tering that he wTas a gentleman’s son.
But as I descended the companion
stairs to clear the table I heard him
shriek as the first bucket of water
struck him.
Wolf Larsen was counting his win
nings.
"One hundred and eighty-five dollars
eren.” he said aloud. “Just as 1
thought. The beggar came aboard
without a cent.”
And what you have won is mine,
sir,” I said boldly.
He favored me with a quizzical
smile. “Hump, I have studied some
grammar in my time, and I think your
ttases are tangled. ‘Was mine,’ you
should have said, not ’is mine.’ ”
“It is a question not of grammar but
of ethics,” I answered.
It was possibly a minute before he
•poke.
“D'ye know. Hump,” he said, with a
clow seriousness which had in it an
Indefinable strain of sadness, “that
Ibis is the first time I have heard the
word ‘ethics’ in the mouth of a man.
You and I are the, only men on this
chip who know its meaning.”
"At one time in my life,” he con
tinued, after another pause. “I
dreamed that I might some day talk
with men who used such language,
that I might lift myself out of the
place in life in which 1 had been born,
and hold conversation and mingle
with men who talked about just such
things as ethics. And this is the first
•tlma I have ever heard the word pro
nounced. Which Is all by the way.
foT you are wrong. It is a question,
neither of grammar nor ethics, but of
fact.”
“I understand.” I said. “The fact is
that you have the money.”
His face brightened. He seemed
pleased at my perspicacity.
"But you wrong me by withholding
It.” I objected.
“Not at all. One man cannot wrong
another man. He can only wrong him
self. As I see it, I do wrong always
when I consider the interests of oth
ers. Don’t you see? How can two
particles of the yeast wrong each
other by striving to devour each
other? It is their inborn heritage to
Strive to devour, and to strive not to
be devoured. When they depart from
this they sin.”
“Then you don’t believe in altru
ism?" I asked.
He received the word as if it had
A familiar ring, though he pondered
it thoughtfully. “Let me see, it means
something about co-operation, doesn’t
ft. Oh, yes, 1 remember it now. I
ran across it in Spencer.”
"Spencer!” I criod. “Have you read
him?”
"Not very much." was his confes
sion. His ‘PiT’chology’ left me butting
around in the doldrums for many a
day. But I did get something out of
his 'Data of Ethics.' There’s where I
ran across altruism,' and I remember
uow how it was used.”
"What else did you run across?” I
asked.
“In as few words as possible,” he
began. "Spencer puts it something
like this: First, a man must act
for his own benefit—to do this is
to be moral and good. Next, he must
act for the benefit of his children. And
third, he must act for the benefit of his
race.”
“And the highest, finest, right con
duct,” I interjected, "is that act which
benefits at the same time the man, his
children, and his race.”
“I wouldn’t stand for that.” he re
plied. "Couldn't see the necessity for
it, nor the common sense. I cut out
the race and the children. Any sacri
fice that makes me lose one crawl or
squirm is foolish—and not only fool
ish, for it is a wrong against myself
and a wicked thing. I must not lose
one crawl or squirm if I am to get
the most out of the ferment. Nor will
the eternal movelessness that is com
ing to me be made easier or harder
by the sacrifices or selfishness of the
time when I was yeasty and acrawl.”
"Then you are a man one could not
trust in the least thing where it was
possible for a selfish interest to inter
vene?”
“Now you’re beginning to under
stand,” he said, brightening.
“You are a man utterly without
■what the world calls morals?”
"That’s it.”
“A man of whom to be always
, afraid—”
“That’s the way to put it.”
"As one is afraid of a snake, or a
tiger, or a shark?”
"Now you know me,” he said. “And
you know me as I am generally
known. Other men call me ’Wolf.’ ”
“You are a sort of monster,” I
added audaciously, “a Caliban who has
pondered Setebos, and who acts as you
act, in idle moments, by whim and
fancy.”
His brow clouded at the allusion.
He did not understand, and I quickly
learned that he did not know the
poem.
"I’m just reading Browning.” he
confessed, “and it’s pretty tough. I
haven't got very far along, and as it
is I've about lost my bearings.”
Not to be tiresome. 1 shall say that
I fetched the book from his stateroom
and read "Caliban” aloud. He was de
lighted. It was a primitive mode of
reasoning and of looking at things
that he understood thoroughly. He in
terrupted again and again with com
ment and criticism. When I finished,
he had me read it over a second time,
“He Leaned His Head on His Hands
and Wept.”
and a third. We fell into discus3icn—
philosophy, science, evolution, reli
gion. Time passed. Supper was at
hand and the table not laid. I became
restless and anxious, and when Thom
as Mugridge glared down the compan
ionway, sick and angry of counte
nance, I prepared to go about my du
ties. But Wolf Larsen cried out to
him:
"Cooky, you've got to hustle tonight.
I’m busy with Hump, and you'll do
the best you can without him.”
And again th.0 unprecedented was
established. T-jat night I sat at cable
with the captain and the hunters,
while Thomas Mugridge waited on us
and washed the dishes afterward—a
whim, a Caliban-mood of Wolf Lar
sen's, and one 1 foresaw would bring
me trouble. In the meantime we
WOULD HONOR INDIAN CHIEF
College Professor Has Aroused Inter
est in the Memory of a Friend of
the Early Whites.
Prof. Edward S. Meany or the Uni
versity of Washington is arousing pub
lic interest in the memory of old Chief
Pat Kanim of the Snoqualmie and Sno
homish Indians. Chief Pat, a stanch
friend of the early whites, is one of
the forgotten heroes of pioneer days,
and Professor Meany wants his grave
marked with a suitable monument.
in the days when settlers had rea
son to fear the lurking red foes in
the deep forests. Chief Pat Kanim's
people were powerful where Everett
now stands It is not known lust
when the chief died, but he was buried
on a bank of the Snohomish river.
When the grave was threatened by
the overflowing river, relatives moved
the remains to the little cemetery on
the Tulalip Indian reservation, where
many of the tribes he ruled in power
now live in humble homes.
Bancrofts "History of Wash'.***
tc.v' ' ?llt of the chief's craftiness f.3
driving Glasgow and Rabbeson from
the first settlement on Whidbv island
in 1848. Ho made a great drive with
dogs, and secured sixty deer for a
feast of assembled warriors He coun
seled in favor of driving the white
men out of the country.
Glasgow and Rabbeson went back
to Tumwater, and the next year Pat
Kanim led an assault on Fort Nis
qually. While Pat Kanim was par
leying inside the stockade, his brother
was killed leading an attack by the
Indians. Pat Kanim was spared, and
! in 1S50 he made a trip to San Fran
cisco in a sailing vessel. What he
saw on that journey made him re
solve to become a friend of the white
man. He faithfully lived up to that
resolution tor the rest of his life.
His Consistency.
"There is a peculiar appropriate
ness in Jack's prosecuting his studies."
"Wbat are they in?"
“Criminal law.”
Most Precious Gems.
Emeralds are worth more a carat
than any other precious gems.
REMEDY FOR “ROSY NOSE”!
Frequently Careful Chewing and a
Pinch of Bicarbonate After Meals
Will at Least Help.
If the nose gets very red after eat
ing. or the skin of the face splotches
In an unbecoming manner, the patient
may be certain that her digestion is
out of order. Careful chewing is the
first requirement for a cure of this
unbecoming flushing, and a little lime
water or a pinch of bicarbonate could
be taken after the meal. At all times
the lean woman should strive to relax
and do things slowly. She should
strive to encourage the joyous bee in
her bonnet instead of the sorrowful
one. She should eat when she is hun
gry. if it be so often as six times a
day. drink plenty of fresh water, take
sun baths and sleep in a well venti
lated room. When she is on her feet
a warm room will be far more con
ducive to health and plumpness than
a cold one. and If she could get a little
holiday in a genuinely tropical cli
mate she would be still further bene
fited. But a quiet spirit and plenty
of nourishing food and rest are the es
sential things, and if these require
ments are not considered there is not
the least use of going any further.
The travelers who take storm and
stress along with them will never find
the fountain of health and youth, es
pecially if they are the thin sort.
What History Means.
It is not sufficient to discover the
eternal and abiding core of history.
For, having thus discovered it. It lies
to our hands to be appropriated and
assimilated and used for the work of
the world in the present time.
Having eternalized history, it be
comes every man's obligation to give
it an immediate personal significance,
to translate it. as it were, into such
terms as will compel it to yield up its
deepest content in strength and in
spiration and wisdom for the enter
prises of today.
On this view history becomes a
problem which every age has to face
for Itself, reinterpreting its Inward
ness in the light of its own conditions
and needs and appropriating it anew
to meet the exigencies of its own sit
uation.
talked and talked, much to the tils- 1
gust of the hunters, who could not !
f understand a word.
I CHAPTER VIII.
I
i Three days of rest, three blessed
j days of rest, are what I had with Wolf
i Larsen, eating at the cabin table and
doing nothing but discuss life, litera
ture and the universe, the while Thom
as Mugridge fumed and raged and did
my work as well as his own.
"Watch out for squalls, is all I can say
to you,” was Louis’ warning, given dur
ing a spare half-hour on deck while
Larsen was engaged in straightening
out a rcrtv among the hunters.
I was not altogether surprised when
the squall foretold by Louis smote
me. We had been having a heated
discussion—upon life, of course—and.
grown overbold. 1 was passing stiff
strictures upon Wolf Larsen and the
life of Wolf Larsen. The dark sun
bronze of his face went black with
wrath, his eyes were ablaze. He sprang
for mo with a half roar, gripping my
arm. I wilted and shrieked aloud. My
biceps were being crushed to a pulp.
He seemed to recover himself, for a
lucid gleam came into his eyes, and he
relaxed his hold with a short laugh
that was more like a growl. I fell to
the floor, feeling very faint, while he
sat down, lighted a cigar, and watched
me as a cat watches a mouse. As I
writhed about I could see in his eyes
that curiosity I had so often noted,
that wonder and perplexity, that ques
tioning, that everlasting query of his
as to what it was all about.
I finally crawled to my feet and
ascended the companion stairs. Fair
weather was over, and there was noth
ing left but to return to the galley.
My left arm was numb, as though par
alyzed, and days passed before I could
use it, while weeks went by before
the last stiffness and pain went out
of it. And he had done nothing but
put his hand upon my arm and
squeeze. What he might have done
I did not fully realize till next day,
when he put his head into the galley,
and, as a sign of renewed friendliness
asked me how my arm was getting on. |
"It might have been worse,” he
smiled.
I was peeling potatoes. He picked
one up from the pan. It was fair sized, ,
firm and unpeeled. He closed his
hand upon it, squeezed, and the potato
squirted out between his fingers in
mushy streams. The pulpy remnant
he dropped back into the pan and
turned away, and I had a sharp vision
of how it might have fared with me
had the monster put his real strength
upon me.
But the three days' rest brought the
trouble I had foreseen. It was plainly
Thomas Mugridge’s intention to make
me pay for those three days. He
treated me vilely, cursed me continu
ally, and heaped his own work upon
me. He even ventured to raise his
fist to me, but I was becoming animal
like myself, and I snarled in his face
so terribly that it must have fright
ened him back.
A pair of beasts is vhat we were,
penned together and showing our
teeth. He was a coward, afraid to
strike me because I had not quailed
sufficiently in advance; so be chose
a new way to intimidate me. There
was only one galley knife that, as a
knife, amounted to anything. He whet
ted it up and down all day long. Ev
ery odd moment he could find he had
the knife and stone out and was whet
ting away till 1 could have laughed
aloud, it was so very ludicrous.
It was also serious, for I learned
that he was capable of using it, that
under all his cowardice there was a
courage of cowardice, like mine, that
would impel him to do the very thing
his whole nature protested against do
ing and was afraid of doing. “Cooky’s
sharpening his knife for Hump,” was
being whispered about among the sail
ors, and some of them twitted him
about it. This he took in good part,
and was really pleased, nodding his
head with direful foreknowledge and
mystery, until George Leach, the
erstwhile cabin-boy, ventured some
rough pleasantry on the subject.
Now it happened that Leach was
one of the sailors told off to douse
Mugridge after his game of cards with
the captain. Leach had evidently done
his task with a thoroughness that Mug
ridge had not forgiven, for words fol
lowed and evil names involving
smirched ancestries. Mugridge men
aced with the knife he was sharpening
for me. Leach laughed and hurled
more of his Telegraph hill billings
gate, and before either he or I knew
what had happened, his right arm had
been ripped open from elbow to wrist
by a quick slash of the knife. The
cook hacked away, a fiendish expres
sion on his face, the knife held before
him in a position of defense. But
Leach took it quite calmly, though
blood was spouting upon the deck as
generously as water from a fountain
“I’m goin’ to get you. Cooky." he
said, “and I’ll get you hard. And I
won’t be in no hurry about it. You’ll
be without that knife when I come
for you."
So saying, he turned and walked
quietly forward. Mugridge's face was
livid with fear at what he had done
and at what he might expect sooner
or later from the man he had stabbed.
But his demeanor toward me was more
ferocious than ever.
Several days went by, the Ghost still
foaming down the trades, and I could
swear I saw madness growing in
Thomas Mugridge’s eyes. And I con
fess that I became afraid, very much
afraid. Whet, whet, it went all day
long. The look in his eyes as he felt
the keen edge and glared at me was
positively carnivorous. I was afraid
to turn my shoulder to him, and when
I left the galley I went out backward—
to the amusement of the sailors and
huniers. who made a point of gather
ing in groups to witness my exit.
Several times Wolf Larsen tried to
inveigle me into discussion, but I gave
him short answers and eluded him.
Finally, he commanded me to resume
my seat at the cabin table for a time,
and let the cook do my work. Then I
spoke frankly, telling him what I was
enduring from Thomas Mugridge be
cause of the three days of favoritism
which had been shown me. Wolf Lar
sen regarded me with smiling eyes.
“So you’re afraid, eh?” he sneered.
It was plain that I could look for
no help or mercy from Wolf Larsen.
Whatever was to be done I must do
for myself; and out of the courage of
“You Are a Man Utterly Without
What the World Calls Morals.”
fear I evolved the plan of fighting
Thomas Mugridge with his own weap
ons. I borrowed a whetstone from
Johansen. Louis, the boat steerer.
had already begged me for condensed
milk and sugar. The lazaretto, where
such delicacies were stored, was situ
ated beneath the cabin floor. Watch
ing my chance, I stole five cans of the
milk, and that night, when it was
Louis' watch on deck. I traded them
with him for a dirk as lean and cruel
looking as Thomas Mugridge's vege
table knife. It was rusty and dull, but
I turned the grindstone while Louis
gave it an edge. I slept more soundly
than usual that night.
Next morning, after breakfast.
Thomas Mugridge began his whet,
whet. whet. I glanced warily at him. for
1 was on my knees taking the ashes
from the stove. I put the shovel
away and calmly sat down on the coal
box facing him. He favored me with
a vicious stare. Still calmly, though
my heart was going pitapat, I pulled
out Louis’ dirk and began to whet it
on the stone. I had looked for almost
any sort of explosion on the cockney’s
part, but to my surprise he did not
appear aware of what I was doing. He
went on whetting his knife. So did I.
And for two hours we sat there, face
to face, whet, whet, whet, till the
news of it spread abroad and half the
ship's company was crowding the gal
ley doors to see the sight.
Encouragement and advice were
freely tendered, and Jock Horner, the
quiet, self-spoken hunter who looked
as though he would not harm a mouse,
advised me to leave the ribs alone
and to thrust upward for the abdomen,
at the same time giving what he called
the “Spanish twist” to the blade.
Leach, his bandaged arm prominently
to the fore, begged me to leave a few
remnants of the cook for him; and
Wolf Larsen paused once or twice at
the break of the poop to glance curi
ously at what must have been to him
a stirring and crawling of the yeasty
tiling he knew as life.
But nothing happened. At the end
of two hours Thomas Mugridge put
away knife and stone and held out
liis hand.
“Wot’s the good of mykin’ a ’oly
show of ourselves for them mugs?” he
demanded. “They don't love us, an’
bloody well glad they'd be a-seein’ us
outtin’ our throat-.. Yer not 'arf bad.
’Ump! You’ve got spunk, as you
Yanks s'y, an’ I like yer in a w’y. Sc
come on an' shvke."
Coward that I might be. I was less
a coward than tie. It was a distinct
victory I had gained, and I refused to
forego any of it by shaking his de
testable hand.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
GARRISON QUITS WILSON’S CAB
INET WHEN PLANS FAIL.
DISAPPROVED GUARD SCHEME
Also Opposed Philippine Independ
ence Measure; President Will
Take Charge of Program.
Washington—Secretary Lindley M.
Garrison resigned because President
Wilson would not “irrevocably” sup
port the continental army plan and
because he opposes the administra
tion’s program of setting a definite
time for Philippine independence.
President Wilson immediately ac
cepted his resignation. The president
himself probably will take personal
charge of the administration’s nation
al defense plans in congress.
Assistant Secretary Breckenridge
also resigned as a mark of loyalty to
his chief, whose views he shared. The
president accepted his resignation
also.
it is known that one of Sec. Gar
rison’s principal reasons for his con
viction that only a federal continental
army, instead of a reorganized Na
tional Guard, could be the main mili
tary dependence of the nation, was
his belief that some day the United
States may be called upon to defend
the Monroe doctrine, and in that
Lindley M. Garrison.
?vent lie foresaw the National Guard
might not be available for use out
licle of the United States before a de
claration of war.
The acute difference of opinion,
which led to the break, began early
in the year, when opposition to the
continental army plan began develop
ing for congress. There had been in
definite rumors of the possibility of
the secretary of war leaving the cabi
net, but they never were counten
anced in official quarters. The secre
tary everywhere was regarded as one
of the strong men of the administra
tion.
Mr. Garrison is the third member of
President Wilson’s cabinet to resign.
The first, Justice McReynolds, resign
ed as attorney general to accept a
seat on the supreme court. The sec
ond, William J. Bryan, resigned as
secretary of state because of differ
ences with the president over the con
duct of the submarine warfare con
troversy ^-ith Germany.
When the president went into the
middle west recently to speak on na
tional defense it was understood that
he undertook the trip partially at the
suggestion of Mr. Garrison. During the
tour the president spoke at. every
meeting in favor of the Garrison army
plan, but said that he was not par
ticular about details as long as a re
serve of approximalely 500,000 train
ed men was secured. It is said that
Mr. Wilson’s failure to refuse any com
promise on the subject in his speech
es was the direct cause of Mr. Garri
son’s rcsignaticn.
Beet Sugar Seed Released.
New York.—15,000 bags of sugar
beet seed recently released by Ger
many for shipment to the United
States, soon will be delivered here,
it is said.
Miners Against Military Act.
Lancaster, Eng.—At a miners’ con
ference here a resolution was adopted
expressing opposition to the spirit of
conscription and determines to ex
ercise vigilant scrutiny of any. pro
posed extension of the military serv
ice act.
Permits Passage of Petroleum.
Athens.-The British minister and
:he director of Greek customs have
3igned an agreement whereby vessels
carrying American petroleum will be
permitted to reach Greece unmolested.
Gannoi Seize Interest.
Hartford, Conn.—Federal Judge E.
3. Thomas here has ruled that $30,000
interest for thirteen years on savings
accounts of the Danville hatters can
not be attached to pay the $252,130
judgment against the hatters’ union
members as the result of a boycott.
Harding Is Candidate.
Sioux City. Ia.—Lieutenant Gov
ernor W. L. Harding of Sioux City
has announced his candidacy for the
republican nomination for governor
af Iowa.
THE EUROPEAN WAR A
YEAR AGO THIS WEEK
Feb. 14, 1915.
Germans prepared for offensive
In Alsace.
Russians checked Germans in
Lyck region.
Fierce fighting in Bukowina.
Albanians invaded Serbia.
French aeroplanes routed Zeppe
lines near Mueihausen.
Feb. 15, 1915.
Russian lines held in the north.
Austria announced Bukowina en
tirely evacuated by Russians.
Germans retook Czernowitz.
British submarines appeared in
the Baltic.
Austrian fleet bombarded Anti
vari.
Germany told U. S. it would be
willing to recede from blockade
decree if England would let food
stuffs for civilians enter Germany.
Italy and Holland protested
against German war zone decree.
Austrian aviators fired on Monte
negrin royal family at Rieka.
- a
Feb. 16, 1915.
French forces gained in Cham
pagne.
Germans occupied Plock and
Bielsk and Russians fell back in
North Poland.
Austrians won in Dukla pass.
British merchant collier Dulwich
torpedoed.
British aviators made raid in Bel
gium, and French aviators attacked
Ghistelles.
Feb. 17, 1915.
French steamer Ville de Lille
sunk by German submarine.
Two Zeppelins wrecked off Dan
ish coast.
Allied airmen attacked network
of Belgian canals.
Cholera and typhus raging in Po
land.
•*' r -
Feb. 18, 1915.
Allies in West on offensive, Ger
mans retiring from Norroy.
Belgrade bombarded by Austri
ans.
German submarine blockade of
Great Britain begun.
Germany made unsatisfactory re
ply to American note.
Norwegian steamer Nordcap
blown up by mine.
Feb. 19, 1915.
Germans abandoned march to
Nieman but advanced on Plonsk
and occupied Tauroggen.
Allied fleet began attack on forts
at Dardanelles entrance.
French steamer Denorah and
Norwegian tanker sunk by German
submarines.
Passenger travel between Eng
land and continent suspended by
Great Britain.
England defended use of neutral
flags.
French aviator bombarded Ost
end.
Steamer Batiscan sailed with re
lief supplies from 30 states of U. S.
Feb. 20, 1915.
Germans were repulsed at Osso
wetz.
Russians bombarded Przemysl.
German warship Holger interned
at Buenos Aires.
British steamer Cambank sunk
by submarine in Irish sea.
Austrian aviator bombarded Cet
inje.
Out of Old Albania.
Save in Epirus, where Greek culture
holds the towns, and even the Moslem
Albanians of the hills write (when
they can write at all) in Greek letters,
no foreign influence has yet invaded
the intimate life of this exclusive race.
Individual Albanians have, indeed,
given their talents to bring unity or
order to the life of other peoples. Half
the captains by land and sea of the
Greek wars of independence were Al
banians from Epirus or the isles.
Crispl came from the Albanian col
ony in Sicily; the khedivia! family
imposed itself on Egypt; the last
grand vizier of the old regime in Tur
key was a South Albanian magnate.
But no native church, no native litera
ture, no local field for statesmanship
has yet exercised the talents of a
race which is certainly not the least
gifted of the Balkan peoples. Until
recently an Albanian educated was an
Albanian lost.
The Real Need.
•'Do you believe that we should have
a more elastic currency?” asked the
man who is always talking national
finance. “Not much!” snorted the man
with the shiny clothes. “It’s elastic
enough now. What they ought to do
is make it more adhesive.”
And Then Some.
It has been said that all the mean
sets of his life are quickly brought be
fore a drowning man. The same might
also be said of a candidate for office.—
Exchange.
Name Does Not Denote Value.
The original Delft pottery is un
| doubtedly of great value to collectors
of antiques as it dates from the four
teenth century, but the name proves
nothing, as any colored glazed earth
enware made after the delft pattern
may bear that name.
Violet Ray Hard on the Eye.
The ultraviolet ray is of all light
elements the hardest on the eye. It
is also called the actinic ray and is
described at "like a little barbed ar
row."
I
HEAT FLASHES,
DIZZY, NERVOUS
Mrs. Wynn Tells How Lydia
E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound Helped Her
During Change of Life.
Richmond, Va. —"After taking
seven bottles of Lydia E. Pinkham’a
Vegetable Com
pound I feel like a
new woman. I al
ways had a headache
during the Change
of Life and was also
troubled with other
bad feelings com
mon at that time —
dizzy spells, nervous
feelings and heat
flashes. Now I am
in better health
than I ever was and recommend your
remedies to all my friends. ’’—Mrs. Lena.
Wynn, 2812 E. 0 Street, Richmond, Vo.
While Change of Life is a most crit
ical period of a woman’3 existence, the
annoying symptoms which accompany
it may be controlled, and normal health
restored by the timely use of Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound.
Such warning symptoms are a sense
of suffocation, hot flashes, headaches,
backaches, dread of impending evil,
timidity, sounds in the ears, palpitation
of the heart, sparks before the eye3,
irregularities, constipation, variable ap
petite, weakness and inquietude, and
dizziness.
For these abnormal conditions do not
fail to take Lydia E. Pinkham’s Yege
table Compound.
r A
Good
Milker
m ** always a healthy cow.
W Nina covtb in ten can be both
80V healthy and profitable if the
first sign of reduced milk yield is
recognized as a danger signal.
EL Such cows can usually be toned up by the use of
Kow-Kure, the great cow medicine. Used for
n twenty years for the cure and prevention of Abor
I tion. Barrenness. Miik Fever. Scouring, Lost
I Appetite, Bunches and Retained Afterbirth.
' Sold bv druggists and feed dealers in
50c and $1 packages.
SPECIAL NOTE FOR THE JURY
How Young Lawyer, Since Aming the
Most Prominent at the Bar, Belit
tled Evidence of Witness.
Joseph H. Choate, when a novice at
the practice of thb law, was engaged
in defense of a case, and was told to
trip up the plaintiff's star witness,
who continually insisted, under exam
ination, that hla mind was above the
ordinary.
“Now,” said Mr. Choate, suddenly,
"explain to the court why you object
ed to the noise this defendant made.”
“Well,” replied the bragging wit
ness, “men of brains cannot bear
noise; it disturbed my peace of mind.”
"You say it disturbed your peace of
mind?” queried the attorney.
“Yes,” answered the witness.
“Your honor,” cried tho young law
yer, triumphantly, “have the jury note
this witness admits having only a
piece of mind.”—London Tit-Bits.
RED, ROUGH, SORE HANDS
May Be Soothed and Healed by Use
of Cuticura. Trial Free.
Nothing so soothing and healing for
red. rough and irritated hands as Cuti
cura Soap and Cuticura Ointment.
Soak hands on retiring in hot Cuticura
soapsuds. Dry, and gently anoint hands
with Cuticura Ointment. A one-night
treatment works wonders.
Free sample each by mail with Book.
Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept. L,
Boston. Sold everywhere.—Adv.
The Idea.
Miss Flip—Why are they objecting
to this munitions business?
Miss Flite (vaguely)—I guess it is
because it is some sort of a shell
game.
RECIPE FOR GRAY HAIR.
To half pint of water add 1 oz. Bav Rnm, a
small box of Barbo Compound, and H oz. of
glycerine. Apply to the hair twice a week
until It becomes the desired shade. Any drug
gist can put this up or you can mix it at
home at very little cost. It will gradually
darken streaked, faded gray hair, and re
moves dandruff. It Is excellent for falling
hair and will make harsh hair soft and glossy.
It will not color the scalp, is not sticky or
greasy, and does not rub off.—Adv.
Correct.
She—What’s the difference between
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He—About $5,000. *
Rest Those Worn Nerves
Don't give up. When you feel
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Don’t delay. Profit by other peo
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A Nebraska Case
Mrs. J. T. Wat
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