SYNOPSIS.
—17—
Humpht-ey Van Weyden, critic and dilet
tante, finds himself aboard the sealing
achooner Ghost, Captain Wolf Larsen,
bound to Japan waters. The captain
makes him cabin boy “for the good of his
eouL" Wolf hazes a seaman and makes
It the basis for a philosophic discussion
■with Hump. Hump's intimacy with Wolf
Increases. A carnival of brutality breaks
loose in the ship. Wolf proves himself
the master brute. Hump is made mate
bn the hell-ship and proves that lie has
Reamed "to stand on his own legs." Two
men desert the vessel In one of the small
boats. A young woman and four men,
Survivors of a steamer wreck, are res
cued from a small boat. The deserters
are sighted, but Wolf stands away and
leaves them to drown. Maude Brewster,
the rescued girl, sees the cook towed over
side to give him a bath and his foot
bitten off by a shark as he Is hauled
aboard. She begins to realize her danger
at the hands of Wolf. Van Weyden real
izes that he loves Maude. Wolf’s brother,
Death Larsen, comes on the sealing
grounds In the steam sealer Macedonia,
“hogs" the sea, and Wolf captures sev
eral of his boats. The Ghost runs away
In a tog. Wolf furnishes liquor to the
prisoners.
CHAPTER XXII—Continued.
“He led a lost cause, and he was uot
afraid of God’s thunderbolts," Wolf
Larsen was saying. "Hurled into hell,
be was unbeaten. A third of God’s
angels he had led with him. and
straightway he Incited man to rebel
against God, and gained for himself
and hell the major portion of all the
generations of man. Why was he beat
en out of heaven? Because he was less
brave than God? less proud? less
aspiring? No! A thousand times no!
God was more powerful, as he said.
Whom thunder hath made greater. But
Lucifer was a free spirit. To serve
was to suffocate. He preferred suf
fering in freedom to all the happiness
of a comfortable servility. He did not
care to serve God. He cared to serve
nothing. He was no figurehead. He
stood on his own legs. He was an in
dividual.”
“The first anarchist,” Maud laughed,
rising and preparing to withdraw to
her stateroom.
“Then it is good to be an anarchist!”
he cried. He. too, had risen, and he !
atood facing her, where she had paused
at the door of her room, as he went
on;
, " 'Here at last
We shall be free; the Almighty hath not
, built
Here for his envy; will not drive us
hence:
Here we may reign secure; and In my
choice
W rjjt^n Is worth ambition, though In
better to reign In hell than serve In
beaven.’ ”
It was the defiant cry of a mighty
Spirit. The cabin still rang with his
Voice, as he stood there, swaying, his
bronzed face shining, his head up and
dominant, and his eyes, golden and
masculine, intensely masculine and in
sistently soft, flashing upon Maud at
the door.
Again that unnamable and unmis
takable terror was in her eyes, and she
Baid, almost in a whisper, "You are
Lucifer.”
The door closed and she was gone.
He stood staring after her for a min
ute, then returned to himself and to
me.
“I’ll relieve Louis at the wheel,” he
Said shortly, “and call upon you to re
lieve at midnight. Better turn in now
and get some sleep.”
CHAPTER XXIII.
I knew not what had aroused me,
but I found myself out of my bunk, on
my feet, wide awake, my soul vibrat
ing to the warning of danger as it
might have thrilled to a trumpet call.
I threw open the door. The cabin light,
was burning low. I saw Maud, my
Maud, straining and struggling and
crushed in the embrace of Wolf Lar
sen’s arms. I could see the vain beat
and flutter of her as she strove, press
ing her face against his breast, to
escape from him. All this I saw on
the very instant of seeing and as I
sprang forward.
I struck him with my fist, on the
face, as he raised his head, but it was
a puny blow. He roared in a ferocious,
animal-like way, and gave me a shove
with his hand. It was only a shove, a
flirt of the wrist, yet so tremendous
was his strength that I was hurled
backward as from a catapult. I struck
the door of the stateroom which had
formerly been Mugridge’s, splintering
and smashing the panels with the im
pact of my body. I struggled to my
feet, with difficulty dragging myself
clear of the wrecked door, unaware of
any hurt whatever. I was conscious
only of an overmastering rage. I think
I, too, cried aloud, as I drew the knife
at mv hip and sprang forward a sec
ond time.
But something had happened. They
were reeling apart. I was close upon
him. my knife uplifted, but I withheld
the blow. I was puzzled by the strange
ness of it. Maud was leaning against
the wall, one hand out for support;
but he was staggering, his left hand
pressed against his forehead and cov
ering his eyes, and with the right he
was groping about him in a dazed sort
of way. It struck against the wall,
and his body seemed to express a mus
cular and physical relief at the con
tact, as though he had found his bear
ings, his location in space as well as
something against which to lean.
Then I saw red again. All my
wrongs and humiliations flashed upon
me with a dazzling brightness, all that
I had suffered and others had suffered
at his hands, all the enormity of the
man’s very existence. I sprang on
him. blindly, insanely, and drove the
knife into his shoulder. I knew then,
that it was no more than a flesh wound
— had felt the steel grate on his shoul
der-blade—and I raised the knife to
strike at a more vital part.
But Maud had seen my first blow,
and she cried, "Don’t! Please don’t!”
I dropped my arm for a moment, and
a moment only. Again the knife was
raised, and Wolf Larsen would have
surely died had she not stepped be
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hair was brushing my face. My pulse
rushed up In an unwonted manner, yet
my rage mounted with it. She looked
me bravely in the eyes.
"For my sake," she begged.
"I would kill him for your sake!" I
cried, trying to free my arm without
hurting her.
“Hush!" she said, and laid her fin
gers lightly on my lips. 1 could have
kissed them, had I dared, even then,
in my rage, the touch of them was so
sweet, so very sweet. "Please, please,”
she pleaded, and she disarmed me by
the words, as I was to discover they
would ever disarm me.
I stepped back, separating from her,
and replaced the knife in its sheath.
X looked at Wolf I^arsen. He still
pressed his left hand against his fore
head. It covered his eyes. His head
was bowed. He seemed to have grown
limp. His body was sagging at the
hips, his great shoulders were droop
ing and shrinking forward.
“Van Weyden!" he called hoarsely,
and with a note of fright in his voice.
"Oh, Van Weyden! where are you?"
I looked at Maud. She did not
speak, but nodded her head.
“Here I am,” I answered, stepping
to his side. “What is the matter?"
“Help me to a seat,” he said, in the
same hoarse, frightened voice.
“1 am a sick man. a very sick man.
Hump,” he said, as he left my sustain
ing grip and sank into a chair.
“What is the matter?” I asked, rest
ing my hand on his shoulder. “What
can I do for you?”
But he shook off my hand with an
irritated movement, and for a long
I Saw Maud—Crushed in the Embrace
of Wolf Larsen’s Arms.
time I stood by his side in silence.
Maud was looking on, her face awed
and frightened. What had happened
to him we could not imagine.
"Hump,” he said at last, "I must get
into my bunk. Lend me a hand. I'll
be all right in a little while. It’s those
damn headaches, I believe. I was
afraid of them. I had a feeling—no, 1
don't know what I'm talking about.
Help me into my bunk.”
But when I got him into his bunk
he again buried his face in his hands,
covering his eyes, and as I turned to
go I could hear him murmuring, "I am
a sick man, a very sick man.”
Maud looked at me inquiringly as
I emerged. I shook my head, saying:
“Something has happened to him.
What, I don’t know. He is helpless,
and frightened, I imagine, for the first
time in his life. It must have occurred
before he received the knife-thrust,
which made only a superficial wound.
You must have seen what happened.’
She shook her head. “I saw noth
ing. It is just as mysterious to me
He suddenly released me and stag
gered away. But what shall we do7
What shall I do?”
“If you will wait, please, until I come
back.” I answered.
I went on deck. Louis was at the
wheel.
“You may go for'ard and turn in,”
I said, taking it from him.
He was quick to obey, and I found
myself alone on the deck of the Ghost.
As quietly as was possible, I clewed up
the topsails, lowered the flying Jib and
staysail, backed the jib over, and flat
tened the mainsail. Then I went be
low to Maud. I placed my finger on
my lips for silence, and entered Wolf
Larsen’s room. He was in the same
position in which I had left him, and
his head was rocking—almost writh
ing—from side to side.
“Anything I can do for you?” I
asked.
He made no reply at first, but on my
repeating the question he answered,
“No, no; I’m all right. Leave me alone
till morning.”
But as I turned to go I noted that his
head had resumed Its rocking motion.
Maud was waiting patiently for me,
and I took notice, with a thrill of Joy.
of the queenly poise of her head and
her glorious, calm eyes. Calm and
sure they were as her spirit itself.
“Will you trust yourself to me for
a journey of six hundred miles or so?”
I asked.
“You mean—?” she asked, and I
knew she had guessed aright.
“Yes, I mean just that,” I replied.
“There is nothing left for us but the
open boat.”
"For me, you mean,” she said. “You
are certainly as safe here as you have
been."
“No, there is nothing left for us but
the open boat," I iterated stoutly.
"Will you please dress as warmly as
you can, at once, and make into a
bundle whatever you wish to bring
with you?”
And make all haste.” I added, as
she turned toward her stateroom.
The lazaretto w'as directly beneath
the cabin, and, opening the trapdoor
in the floor and carrying a candle with
me, I dropped down and began over
hauling the ship's stores. I selected
mainly from the canned goods, and by
the time I was ready, willing hands
were extended from above to receive
what I passed up.
We worked in silence. I helped my
self also to blankets, mittens, oilskins,
caps, and such things, from the slop
chest. It was no light adventure, this
trusting ourselves in a small boat to
so raw and stormy a sea, and it was
imperative that we should guard our
selves against cold and wet.
We worked feverishly a? carrying
our plunder on deck and depositing it
amidships, so feverishly that Maud,
whose strength was hardly a positive
quantity, had to give over, exhausted,
and sit on the steps at the break of the
poop. This did not serve to recover
her, and she lay on her back, on the
hard deck, arms stretched out and
whole body relaxed. It was a trick I
remembered of my sister, and I knew
she would soon be herself again. I
knew, also, that weapons would not
come amiss, and I re-entered Wolf Lar
sen’s stateroom to get his rifle and
shotgun. I spoke to him. but he made
no answer, though his head was still
rocking from side to side and he was
not asleep.
“Good-by. Lucifer,” I whispered to
myself as I softly closed the door.
Next to obtain was a stock of am
munition—an easy matter, though 1
had to enter the steerage companion
way to do it. Here the hunters stored
the ammunition boxes they carried in
the boats, and here, but a few feet
from their noisy revel3, I took posses
sion of two boxes.
Next, to lower a boat. Not so
simple a task for one man. Having
cast off the lashings, I hoisted first on
the forward tackle, then on the aft.
till the boat cleared the rail, when I
lowered away, one tackle and then the
other, for a couple of feet, till it hung
snugly, above the water, against the
schooner’s side. I made certain that
it contained the proper equipment of
oars, rowlocks and sail. Water was
a consideration, and I robbed every
boat aboard of its breaker. As there
were nine boats all told, it meant that
we should have plenty of water, and
ballast as well, though there was the
chance that the boat would be over
loaded, what of the generous supply of
other things I was taking.
A few minutes sufficed to finish the
loading, and I lowered the boat into
the water. As I helped Maud over the
rail and felt her form close to mine,
it was all I could do to keep from cry
ing out, "I love you! I love youi1’
Truly Humphrey Van Weyden was at
last in love, I thought, as her fingers
clung to mine while I lowered her
down to the boat. 1 held on to the rail
with one hand and supported her
weight with the other, and I was proud
at the moment of the feat. It was a
strength I had not possessed a few
months before, on the day I said good
by to Charley Furuseth and started
for San Francisco on the ill-fated
Martinez.
As the boat ascended on a sea, her
feet touched and I released her hands.
I cast off the tackles and leaped after
her. I had never rowed in my life, but
I put out the oars and at the expense
of much effort got the boat clear of
the Ghost. Then I experimented with
the sail. I had seen the boat steerers
and hunters set their spritsails many
times, yet this was my first attempt.
What took them possibly two minutes
took me twenty, but in the end I suc
ceeded in setting and trimming it, and
with the steering oar in my hands
hauled on the wind.
“There lies Japan,” I remarked,
“straight before us.”
“Humphrey Van Weyden,” she said,
“you are a brave man.”
“Nay,” I answered, “it is you who
are a brave woman.”
We turned our heads, swayed by a.
common impulse to see the last of the
Ghost. Her low hull lifted and rolled
to windward on a sea; her canvas
“Good-by, Lucifer,” I whispered to My
self, as I Softly Closed the Door.
loomed darkly In the night; her
lashed wheel creaked as the rudder
kicked; then sight and sound of her
faded away and we were alone on the
dark sea.
CHAPTER XXIV.
There Is no need of going into an
extended recital of our suffering in the
small boat during the many days we
were driven and drifted, here and
there, willy-nilly, across the wide
expanse of ocean. The high wind
blew from the northwest for twenty
four hours, when it fell calm, and in
the night sprang up from the south
west. This was dead in our teeth, but
I took In the sea-anchor I had roughly
made and set sail, hauling a course on
the wind which took us in a south
southeasterly direction. It was an
even choice between this and the west
northwesterly course which the wind
permitted, but the warm airs of the
south fanned my desire for a warmer
sea and swayed my decision.
In three hours—it wras midnight. I
well remember, and as (lark as I had
ever seen it on the sea—the wind, still
blowing out of the southwest, rose fu
riously, and once again 1 was com
pelled to set the sea-anchor. *
Day broke and found me wan-eyed
and the ocean lashed white, the boat
pitching, almost on end. to its drag.
We were in imminent danger of being
swamped by the wbitecaps. As it was.
spray and spume came aboard in such
Quantities that I bailed without cessa
tion. The blankets were soaking. Ev
erything was wet except Maud, and
she. in oilskins, rubber boots, and sou’
wester. was dry, all but her face and
hands and a stray wisp of hair. She
relieved me at the bailing hole from
time to time, and bravely she threw
out the water and faced the storm. All
things are relative. It was no more
than a stiff blow, but to us, fighting
for life in our frail craft, it was indeed
a storm.
Cold and cheerless, the wind beat
ing on our faces, the white seas roar
ing by, we struggled through the
day. Night came, but neither of us
slept. Day came, and still the wind
beat on our faces and the white seas
roared past. By the second night
Maud was falling asleep from exhaus
tion. I covered her with oilskins and
a tarpaulin. She was comparatively
dry. but she was numb with the cold.
I feared greatly that she might die in
the night; but day broke, cold and
cheerless, with the same clouded sky
and beating wind and roaring seas.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
WICKEDEST CITY ON EARTH
Irkutsk, In Siberia, May Well Lay
Claim to That Altogether Un
enviable Distinction.
Which is the wickedest city in the
world?
If you ask an American this ques
tion. he will probably name Chicago,
which has a most unenviable reputa
tion. But he will be wrong. The dis
credit undoubtedly belong to Irkutsk,
In Siberia. The population of Ihkutsk
i—the very name has a cut-throat
sort of sound about it—is 120,000, and
every year five hundred murders are
committed there. That is a world's
record; and, what is worse, the mur
derers generally get oft scot-free, for
arrests average only about one in
every fifty murders, and only one-half
Df the arrests are followed by convic
tions.
In order to remedy this state of af
fairs, Irkutsk once decided to have a
vigilance committee of its own. ,
It got one—the worst vigilance com
mittee on record, for ex-convicts and
active' thugs enrolled themselves by
the score, and were given exceptional
power by the go/ernor.
The reign of terror which tollowed
is unparalleled in criminal history.
The police were massacred. Rich
merchants were shot in broad day
light, under pretence of being sus
pects. A system of “house-inspec
tion” and “penal confiscation" was in
troduced, which was another way of
saying wholesale burglary.
Where Accordions Are Popular.
The natives of Madagascar are
great lovers of music, and In addition
to their own primitive instruments the
accordion is very popular. Within the
last few years the importation of these
instruments has shown a steady in
crease. about 20,000 being imported
annually to the value of about 150,000
francs ($28,950). These goods have
practically all been imported from
Germany.
Tedious.
“Scribbler claims that his latest
novel is absolutely true to life.”
“He must be awfully tired of life if
he thinks it is anything like that”
‘ SWAT RABBITNEW SLOGAN
They’re Vermin, Not Game, English
Timber Owners Are Now Be
ing Told.
To encourage the growing of more
timber in England by organizing all
resources of labor, a committee has
been appointed by the government un
der the chairmanship of Francis Ac
land, the London Chronicle states.
Lord Selborne, minister for agricul
ture, drew attention to this step at an
exhibition of English timber organ
ized by the English Forestry associa
tion at the Surveyors’ institution,
Westchester.
He said that the committee was ap
pealing to land owners and land
agents to let them see their woods
and make proposals for the purchase
of timber. The committee appealed
to the owners to give what help they
possibly could in the felling, conver
sion and hauling of the timber.
If an English landowner would con
sider that rabbits are not game but
vermin, as they certainly are, and go
in for the cultivation of timber, it
would be to his great benefit, the com
mittee said.
The war has created a big demand
for timber, boards and scantling, espe
cially the kind used in the erection of
huts. During the last twelve months
more pit wood has found its way to
the English coal field than has been
the case for the last twenty years.
Some of the men present said that
while they would do all that was pos
sible to give aid to the government In
this direction, they were disinclined
to feather the nests of the timber derl
ers.
Oppose Ostriches In Harness.
The Humane society of Los Angeles,
Cal., has taken up arms against the
use of the ostrich in harness and has
introduced a measure seeking to make
their use for that purpose unlawful.
Some of the reasons advanced are:
The birds are dangerous because they
are liable to kick in any direction;
they violate the speed laws and they
are a menace to traffic because, with
their well-known fondness for hard
ware, they are apt to eat auto acces
sories, licenses, tail lights, etc.
j GROWING AND FATTENING BEEF CATTLE )
Animals Like These Are Always in Demand.
“Possibly this is the wrong way to
look at it, but it seems to me that in
our efforts to develop the dairy busi
ness we are about to lose sight of the
fact that growing and fattening beef
cattle is a big part of cattle raising.
I hear lots of discussion of dairying.
Someone is always trying to start a
creamery or a dairy," writes S. A. Per
ry of Missouri in Farm Progress, "but
the beef-cattle business does not get
so much attention.”
Undoubtedly this is wrong. We can't
all go into the dairying or cream-sell
ing business. There are great stretches
of good cattle growing and fattening
country in every state where the dairy
ing end of the business cannot
amount to very much for a long time
to come. There are no markets for the
cream, the milk and the butter. Rail
road transportation is poor and there
are no buyers In reach of the cream.
Where a man has enough land for a
reasonable amount o? pasture and can
go ahead raising plenty of grain and
forage at the same time he need not
count himself out of the cattle busi
ness even if there is no trolley line
running through his place and no rail
road depot handy to take care of sur
plus cream. What he can do is to buy
up calves, raise all he can from the
cows on his home place and turn these
youngsters into big steers with the
help of his pastures, his forage and his
silo.
The silo is one of the pieces of
equipment on the dairy farm that the
beef grower can use to a great ad
vantage. It will help make beef and
will do it cheaply. With a couple of
well-filled silos the beef grower can
get through short pasture periods in
dry summers and can keep his young
stuff growing right along through the
winter. He won’t have to spend all
his possible profits for “cake” and oth
er “store feeds" in order to do so. Any
farmer who wants to go a little deeper
into steer feeding as a plain money
making proposition ought to fit himself
out with plenty of silo room right in
the beginning, no matter how much
pasture land and forage he may have
in sight.
For two or three years back men
who have had a good many cattle
Excellent Beef Specimen.
gathered up in their pastures in this
vicinity have had to slap their steers
on the market right in the middle of
the summer. They were running short
of pasture because of the dry weather
and had no money to buy feed to car
ry them over late summer, fall and
part of the winter. These men are sort
of discouraged about ca'ttle growing
and feeding, but a few silos would
have put a different face on the whole
problem. These “canned pastures”
could have been opened when the
grass got short and the pastures began
to turn brown and they would have
carried the yearlings, two-year-olds
and bigger steers right on up to dry
feeds.
A few good steers on the average
sized farm would prove to be mort
gage lifters and bank account makers.
There is always a great deal of forage
going to waste. They would take care
of this In a money-making manner.
Corn is sold as a money crop on the
average farm, but it would be a great
deal better to turn this corn Into beef
and sell it In that shape. By putting
a little more attention on the better
seeding and care of farm pastures
they could be made to give better
summer support to more cattle than
they now take care of.
Alfalfa, soy beans, cowpeas, etc.,
would help to do the rest. The farm
could be made to grow the steers and
do most of the work of finishing them
for the market. There is no need of
worrying about low prices of beef and
1 overproduction. Beef is in fully a3
; much demand as bread right now and
| is likely to continue in that way as
long as armies of millions of awa are
in the field demanding rations.
GOOD FORMULAFOR
BROOD SOW RATION
Combination of Corn, Alfalfa and
Meat Meal Tankage Recom
mended by an Expert.
Corn, alfalfa and meat meal tank
i age make a very exceptionally good
trio of brood sow feeds if happily
combined. This is the opinion of
John M. Evvard, the Iowa hog feed
ing expert. He suggests giving the
sows enough corn to keep them in
good condition, adding alfalfa in a
rack and giving them about one-fifth
to one,fourth of a pound of the meat
meal tankage daily.
The alfalfa may be ground and
i mixed with the corn, using 100 pounds
of each, and the mixture then fed
from self-feeders. An average gilt
of 250 pounds will eat about five to
six pounds of this daily, so to get the
necessary tankage into it, mix with
every 100 pounds about five pounds
of the meat product. If the sows get
; too fat, increase the proportion of
ground alfalfa accordingly. The re
sults should be happy ones at farrow
ing time.
“Don’t forget,’’ adds Mr. Evvard,
“the common salt at free will and
plenty of good wholesome water.”
Corn may not be plentiful in this
state this year and all farmers may
not have alfalfa hay. However, they
also may benefit from the foregoing
1 suggestions. They may feed barley
instead of the corn and clover hay in
| stead of the alfalfa hay and expect al
i most equally good results. Meat meal,
though it may cost $50 per ton, is a
relatively economical feed for balanc
ing such highly carbonaceous feeds
as corn and barley. It is a very
highly concentrated feed.
MAKING MONEY WITH
WETHERS AND LAMBS
Get Animals to Market Soon as
Fit—When Pastures Are
Short Feed Grain.
Get all wethers and lambs In the
market as soon as fit. A good article
never goes a-begging in a good mar
ket.
No animal is profitable when stand
ing still in condition. There is profit
in growth.
A mere maintenance system ol
feeding is a losing game.
If the pastures are short, feed grain
in troughs, in the pasture. Feed
regularly.
A very small quantity of grain
given daily and regularly often turns
the scale from loss to profit.
Keep the flock tagged or maggots
may breed under the filth.
Examine the horns and around the
ears.
Turpentine dropped in holes and
on sores will dislodge magots; then
smear with tar.
The flock must have shade and shel
ter during the hot days of August. Be
sure it is provided.
Unless you have fed roots you can
not realize how valuable they are for
all stock, particularly 6heep.
BIRDS PROVE TRUE
FRIENDS OF FARMER
Sparrow Consumes One-Fourth
Ounce of Noxious Weed Seed
in Course of Day.
A tree sparrow is said to consume
one-fourth of an ounce of injurious
weed seeds a day, and weed seeds
constitute three-fourths of the diet
of the song sparrow. Quail, bobo
links, blackbirds, some of the larks
and wild ducks are among the birds
that are valuable to farmers as de
stroyers of noxious weed seeds.
The government has estimated that
the American sparrow family alone
saved farmers $80,260,000 in 1910 by
keeping down the spread of weeds.
Prepare for Breeding Season.
When getting ready for the breed
ing season, all undesirable specimens,
like those which are undersize, weak
in constitution, off solor for the breed,
not good shape, etc., should be taken
out of the breeding pen and only the
best bred from.
Prolific Garden Essential.
Tbe first essential for a prolific gar
den la rich soil. There is little en
couragement for the gardener who
cultivates poor soil.
To Force Rhubarb.
Covering a couple of rhubarb roots
with an old barrel from which the
endB have been knocked out will force
the plant and result in pieplant pie
much earlier in the season. Banking
the barrel with fresh horse manure
will hasten the process.
Raise Good Horses.
Don’t continue in the same old rut
year after year by raising scrub
horses, when good, well-bred horses
are easier to raise.
Look and Feel
Clean, Sweet and
Fresh Every Day
Drink a glass of real hot water
before breakfast to wash
out poisons.
Life is not merely to live, but to
live well, eat well, digest well, work
well, sleep well, look well. What a
glorious condition to attain, and yet
how very easy it is if one will only
adopt the morning inside bath.
Folks who are accustomed to feel
dull and heavy when they arise, split
ting headache, stuffy from a cold, foul
tongue, nasty breath, acid stomach,
can. instead, feel as fresh as a daisy
by opening the sluices of the system
each morning and flushing out the
whole of the internal poisonous stag
nant matter.
Everyone, whether ailing, sick or
well, should, each morning, before
breakfast, drink a glass of real hot
water with a teaspoonful of limestone
phosphate in it to wash from the
stomach, liver, kidneys and bowels the
previous day’s indigestible waste, sour
bile and poisonous toxins; thus cleans
ing, sweetening and purifying the en
tire alimentary tract before putting
more food into the stomach. The ac
tion of hot water and limestone phos
phate on an empty stomach is wonder
fully invigorating. It cleans out all the
sour fermentations, gases, waste and
acidity and gives one a splendid ap
petite for breakfast. While you are
enjoying your breakfast the water and
phosphate is quietly extracting a large
volume of water from the blood and
getting ready for a thorough flushing
of all the inside organs.
The millions of people who are both
ered with constipation, bilious spells,
stomach trouble, rheumatism; others
who have sallow skins, blood disor
ders and sickly complexions are urged
to get a quarter pound of limestone
phosphate from any store that handles
drugs which will cost very little, hut
is sufficient to make anyone a pro
nounced crank on the subject of in
ternal sanitation.—Adv.
If a girl in love becomes thinner it is
a case of "loved and lost.”
KIDNEY TROUBLE
NUT RECOGNIZED
An examining physician for one of the
prominent Life Insurance Companies, in
an interview of the subject, made the as
tonishing statement that one reason why
•o many applicants for insurance are re
jected is because kidney trouble is so com
mon to the American people, and the
large majority of these whose applica
tions are declined do not even suspect that
they have the disease.
According to this it would seem that a
medicine for the kidneys, possessing real
healing and curative properties, would be
a blessing to thousands.
Dr. Kilmer's Swamp-Root, the well
known kidney, liver and bladder remedy,
is remarkably successful in sickness caused
by kidney and bladder troubles. It is mild
and gentle in its action and its healing in
fluence is soon noticed in most Cases.
There is no other remedy like Swamp
Root. It will surely and effectively over
come kidney, liver and bladder troubles—
end you can depend upon it. Go to any
drug store and get a bottle so as to start
treatment today. You will soon see a
marked improvement.
However, if yon wish first to test Ihia
great preparation send ten cents to Dr.
Kilmer A Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for a
sample bottle. When writing be sure and
mention this paper.—Adv.
No, Jane, it isn't the bad eggs that
produce tough chickens.
HUSBAND OBJECTS
TO OPERATION I
Wife Cured by Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable
• Compound
i_
Des Moines, Iowa.—“ Four years ago
I was very sick and my life was nearly
spent- The doctors
stated mat i would
never get well with
out an operation
and that without it
I would not live one
year. My husband
objected to any
operation and got
me some of Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegeta
ble Compound. I took
if" UTirl
to get better and am now well, am
stout and able to do my own housework.
I can recommend the Vegetable Com
pound to any woman who is sick and
run down as a wonderful strength and
health restorer.* My husband says I
would have been in my grave ere this
if it had not been for your Vegetable
Compound.’’—Mrs. Blanche Jeffer
son, 703 Lyon St, Des Moines, Iowa.
Before submitting to a surgical opera
tion it is wise to try to build up the
female system and cure its derange
ments with Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege
table Compound; it has saved many
Women from surgical operations.
Write to the Lydia E. Pink ham
Medicine Co., Lynn, Mass., for
advice—it will be confldentiaL
The Army of
Constipation
U Growing Smaller Every Day.
CARTER'S LITTLE
LIVER PILLS are '*
responsible —
not only give relief t
— they perma
nentlycure Co*
itipition. Mil-,
lions use,
them for j
Ol.lUUiUCl), ~ W
Indigeition, Sick Headadie, Sallow Skin.
SMALL PILL, SMAIi DOSE, SMALL PRICE.
Genuine must bear Signature
I W. N. U., OMAHA, NO. 18-1916.
