Turner County herald., January 14, 1915, Image 4

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The Gall of the
With Illustrations
from jPhcrtographs of Scenes
in tiie Play
(Copyrishx. I81J, bjr W. j. Watt & Co.)
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I On Miser? creek Sally Sillier finds
Oeorge Lcscott. & landscape painter, un
conscious. Jew® Purvy of the Hollman
blan has been shot and Samson Is sus
pected of the crime. Samson denies It
The ghooUvg break* the truce in the
HoUman-Sooth feud. Jim Hollman hunts
With bloodhounds tha man who. shot Pur
vy. The bloodhounds lose the trail at
jBpicer South'* door. Lescott discovers
artistic ability In Samson. While sketch
Ins with Lescott oa the mountain. Tama
rack discovers Samson to a Jeering crowd
of mountaineers. Samson thrashes him
»nd denounces Mm as the "truces-bus
ter" who shot Parvyl At Wile Mc
Cajser'i dance Samson tells the South
«flan that he is going to leave the
mountains. Lescott goes home to New
York, Samson bids flplcer and Sally
farewell and follows. In Now York Sam
son studies art and learns much of city
ways, Drennle Lescott persuades Wil
fred Horton. hef dilettante lov.ec, .to do a
Jnan's work in the world*'/ f-
CHAPTER IX.^'
Christmas came to Misery wrapped
In a drab mantle of desolation. At
the cabin of the Widow Miller Sally
'was sitting alone before the logs. She
laid down the slate and spelling book,
over which her forehead had been
strenuously puckered, and gazed some
what mournfully into the blaze, sally
had a secret It was a secret which she
based on a faint hope. It Samson
should come back to Misery he would
come back full of new notions. No
man had ever yet returned from that
outside world unaltered. No man ever
"would. A terrible premonition said he
-Would not cams at all, but, if he did—
If he did:—she must know how to read
and write. Maybe, when she had
learned a little more, she mlght even
go to school for a term or two.
1
The cramped and distorted chifrbg
jmphy on the slate was discouraging.
It was all proving very hard work. The
«irl gazed for a time at something she
saw la th# embers, and then a faint
smile came to her lips. By next Christ*
jmas shjs would surprise Samson with a
letter. It should be well written, and
•very "hain't" should be an "isn't."
The normal human mind is a res
ervoir which fills ,at a rats of speed
^regulated by the number and caliber
lot its teed pipes. Samson's mind had
long been almost empty, and now from
*0
many sources the waters of new
/things were rushing in upon it that
Sunder their pressure it must fill fast,
give away.
I He was saved from hopeless eom
pplicationa of. thought by a sanity
|which was willing to assimilate with
•out too much effort to analyze. The
jboy from Misery was presently less
ibizarre to the eye than many of the
unkempt bohemlans he met in the life
lof the studios, men who quarreled
garrulously over the end and aim of
jArt, which they spelled with a capi
jtal A*-raud, for the most part, knew
lOtbing of. He retained, except with
it em»U circle of Intimates, a silence
.at passed for taciturnity, and a'
.jolemnify of. visage that was often
jconstmed' Into surly egotism.
He still "Wore his hair long, and,
[though his conversation gradually
[Sloughed off much of its idiom and
[vulgarism, enough of the mountaineer
"rtood out to lend to his personality a
ivor of the crudely picturesque.
Meanwhile he drew and read and
studied and walked, and every day's
jadVftncement was a forced march.
0 flueecott, tremendously interested in his
^kxperiment, 3egau to fear that the
•Iboy's- top great somberness of dispo
jjsitlon w«uld defeat the very earnest
^.jjnesa from which it sprang. So (me
'fijEaoipBiag ihe landscape-maker called
|pj|oa a friend whom he rightly believed
plfto bp the wisest man. and the great
est humorist in New York.
''I want your help," said'Lescott.
r^r*! want you to meet a friend of mine
£osnd take him under your wing in a
''fashion. He needs you,"
The Btout man's face clouded. A few
^ears ago he had been peddling his
manuscripts with the heart-sickness of
/unsuccessful middle age. Today men
«sa
his aame with those of Kip
4ing and De Maupassant. One of his
antipathies was meeting people who
sought .to lionize him. Lescott read
*g&ith.e Expression, and, before his host
JPbad time to object, swept into his re-
At the end he summarized:
t^The artist is touch like the getter
pttp. If it's in him, it's as instinctive
as & dog's nose. But to become effi
cient ha must go a-fleld with a steady
jveterao. of jbia own breed."
'I k»6w!'* The great mtm, Who "was
iJstoofth# simple man, smiled reraip.ia-
^©mly^ ^They tried ^©ach me to
heri sneep when my nose was inching
jrblrd country. Bring on your man
W&ttt know him/'
'3' g&gieon wais told nothing of the bo
poevilest conspiracy, but one evening
fiifeartif l^ter he found himself sitting
&mt cafe table with his sponsor a»d
tout man, almosjt rb aileut as him-
Mi The «t^t aian jrespohded with
like ^churlisTi taciturnity
"••30 the balfjdozen men and women who
came ov&'rl Vitft flatteries Bit later,
asja"'~
Wsi&c*
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SV,J'
brightened, and he turned to the boy
from Misery.
"Does Billy Conrad still keep store
at Stagbone?'
Samson started and his gaze Stella in
amazement At the mention of the
name he saw a cross-roads store with
rough mules hitched to fence palings.
It was a picture of home, and here was
a man who had been there! With
glowing, eyes the boy dropped uncon
sciously hack into the vernacular of
the hills.
"Hev ye been thar, stranger?"
The writer nodded, and sipped his
whisky.
'*Not for some years, though," he
confessed, as he drifted into reminis
cence, which to Samson was like wa
ter to a parched throat
When they left the cafe the boy
felt as though he were taking leave
of an old and tried friend: By homely
methods, this unerring diagnostician
of the human soul had been reading
him, liking him, and making him feel a
heart-warming sympathy.
It was not until much later that
Samson realized how these two really
great men had adopted him as their
"little brother" that he might have
their shoulder-touch to. march by. And
it was without his realization, too,
that they laid upon him the imprint
of their own characters and philoso
phy.
"I have come, not to quarrel with you,
but to try to dissuade you." The Hon.
Mr. Wickllffe bit savagely at his cigar
and gave a despairing spread to his
well-manicured hands. "You stand in
danger of becoming the most cordially
hated man in New York—hated by the
most powerful combinations in New
York."
Wilfred Horton leaned back in a
swivel chair and put his feet up on his
deBk. For a while he seemed interested
in his own ailk socks.
"It's very kind of you to warn me,"
he said, quietly.
The Hon. Mr. Wickliffe rose in ex
asperation and paced the floor The
smoke from his black cigar went be
fore him in vicious puffs. Finally he
stopped and leaned glaring on the
table.
"Your family has. always been con
servative. When you succeeded to the
fortune you showed no symptoms of
this mania. In God's name, what has
changed you?"
"I hope I have grown up," explained
the young man, with an unruffled
smile. "One can't wear swaddling
clothes forever, you know."
Tho attorney for an instant softened
his manner as he looked into the
straight-gazing, unafraid eyes of his
client.
"I've known you from your baby
hood. I advised your father beford
you were" born. You have, by the
chance of birth, come into the control
of great wealth. The world of finance
is of delicate balance. Squabbles in
certain directorates may throw the
Street into panic,- Suddenly you
emerge from decent quiet and run
amuck in the china shop, bellowing
and tossing your horns. You make
war on those whose interests are your
own. You eeem bent on hari-kari.
You have itoys enough to amuse. Why
couldn't you stay put?"
"They weren't the right things.
They were, as you say, toys." The
smile faded and Horton's chin set
Itself for a moment as he added:
"If you don't think I'm going to stay
put—watch me."
"Why do you have to make war—
to bo chronically insurgent?"
"Because"—the young man, wtio had
waked up, spoke slowly—"I am read
ing a certain writing on the wall. The
time Is not far off when, unless we
regulate a number of matters from
within we shall be regulated from
without."
"Take lor Instance this newspaper
war you've Inaugurated on the police,"
grumbled the corporation lawyer. "It's
leas dangerous to the public' than
these financial crusades, but decidedly
more so for yourself. You are re
garded as a dangerous agitator, a mar
plot! I tell you, Winfred, aside from
all other considerations the thing 1s
perilous to yourself. You are riding
for a fall. These men whom you are
whipping out of public life will turn
on you."
"60 I bear. Here's a letter I got this
morning—unsigned. That is, I thought
it was hem Well, no matter. It
warns me that I have less than three
months to live unless il call off my
dogs."
It is said that the new convert is
ever the most extreme fanatic. Wil
fred Horton had promised to put on
his working clothes, ajid he had done
it with .'reckless disregard for conse
quences. At first, he. was simply obey
ing Adrienne's orders but soon he
found himself playing the game for
the game's sake. Political overlords,
assailed as unfaithful servants, showed
their teeth. From some hidden, but
unfailing, source terribly eure and di
rect evidence of guilt was being gath
ered. For Wilfred Horton, who was
demanding a day of reckoning and
spending great sums of money to get
it, there was a prospect of things do
ing.
Adrienne Lescott wag in Europe
Soon she would return and Horton
meant to show that he had not buried
his talent ,•
-Jfor sight months Sameoti's 4 fe had
rcn in the steady ascent of gradual
olknhlng, but Id the four months from
the first of August to the first of De
cember! the pace of hta existence sud
denly quickened. He left off .drawing
from plaster casts and weqt .into a
lit® class., A'
Is this 'Stertod Samson had his-Hirst
acquaintanceship with women, except
thoBt he had kftdwn from childhood—
and his first ^cquaintan^e .^h
1 iS S ii W S
men who were not of his owa
world.
Tony Collasso was an Italian illus
trator who 'odged and painted in
studio-apartments in Washington
Square, South. His companions were
various, numbering among them a
group of those pygmy celebrities of
whom one has never heard until by
chance he meets them, and of "whom
their intimates speak as of immortals.
To Collasso's studio Samson was
called one night by telephone. He
bad sometimes gone there before to
sit for an hour, chiefly as a.listener,
while the man from Sorrento bewailed
fate with his coterie, and denounced
all forms of government over insipid
Chianti.
But tonight he entered the door to
find himself in the midst of a gay and
boisterous party. The room was al
ready thickly fogged with smoke, and
a dozen men and women, singing
snatches of current airs, were inter
esting themselves over a chafing dish.
The crowd was typical. A few very
minor writers and artists, a model or
two, and several .women who had
thinking parts in current Broadway
productions.
At eleven o'clock the guests of honor
arrived in a., taxicab. They were Mr.
William Farbish and Miss Winifred
Starr. Having come, as they explained,
direct from the theater where Miss
Starr danced in the first row, they
were in evening dress. Samson men
tally acknowledged, though with in
stinctive disfavor for the pair, that
both were, in a way, handsome. Col
lasso drew him aside to whisper im
portantly:
"Make yourself agreeable'to Farbish.
He is received in the most exclusive
society, and is a connoisseur of art.
If he takes a fancy to you, he will
put you up .t the best clubs. I think
I shall sell him a landscape."
The girl was talking rapidly and
loudly. She had at once taken the
center of the room, and her laughter
rang in free and egotistical peals
above the other voices.
"Come, said the host, "I shall pre
sent you."
The boy shook hands, gazing with
his usual directness into the show
girl's large and deeply-penciled eyes.
Farbish, standing at one side with
his hands in his pockets, looked on
with an air of slightly bored detach
ment
His dress, his mannerisms, his bear
ing, were all those of the man who has
ovvrstudied his part. They were too
perfect, too obviously rehearsed
through years of social climbing, but
that was a defect Samson was not
yet prepared to recognize.
Someone had naively complimented
Miss Starr on the leopard-skin cloak
she had just thrown from her shapely
shoulders, and she turned promptly
and vivaciously to the flatterer.
"It 1b nice, isn't it?" she prattled.
"It may look a little up-stage for a girl
Who hasn't got a line to read into
the piece, but these days one must
get the spot-light, dr bo a dead one.
It reminds me of a little run-in I had
with Graddy—lie's ovir stage-director,
you know." She paused, awaiting the
invitation to proceed, and, having re
ceived it, went gayly forward. "I was
ten minutes late, one day,, for rehears
al, and Graddy came up with that sar
castic manner of his, and said: 'Miss
Starr, I don't doubt you are a perfect
ly nice girl, and all that, but it rather
gets my goat to figure out how, on
a salary of fifteen dollars a week,
you come to rehearsals in a million
dollars' worth of clothes, riding in a
limousine—and ten minutes late!'"
She broke off with the eager little
expression of awaiting applause, and,
having been satisfied, she added: "I
was afraid that wasn't going to get a
laug'6, after all."
She glanced inquiringly ct Samson,
who had not smiled, and who stood
looking puzzled.
"A penny for your thoughts, Mr.
South, from downi South," she chal
lenged.
"I guess I'm sort of like Mr. Grad
dy," said the boy, slowly. "I was just
wondering how you do do it."
He spoke with perfect seriousness,
and, after a moment, the girl broke
into prolonged peal of laughter.
'.'Oh, you are delicious!" she ex
claimed. "If I could do the ingenue
like that, believe me, I'd make some
hit.*' She came over, and, laying a
hand on each of the boy's shoulder's
kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"That's for a droll boy!" she said.
"That's the best line I've heard pulled
lately."
Farbish was smiling in quiet amuse
ment. He tapped the mountaineer on
the shoulder.
"I've heard George. Lescott speak of
you," he said, genially, "I've rather a
fancy for being among the discover
ers of men of talent We must see
more of eacu other."
Samson left the party early, and
with a senle of disguat.
Several days later, Samson was
alone in Lescott's studio. It Was near
ing twilight, and he had laid aside a
volume of De Maupassant, whose sim
ple power had beguiled liim. The door
opened, and he saw the figure of a
woman on the threshold. The boy
rose somewhat shyly from his seat
and stood looking at her. She was as'
richly dressed as Mips Starr had been,
but there was the same diffaniate
between the colors of the suroet sky
and the exaggerated daubs of Collas
so's landscape. She stood at ths {loot
a moment, and then came forward
with her hand outstretched.
"This is Mr. South, isn't it?" she
asked, with a frank friendliness in
her volc9.::/
"Yes, that's
my
name."
'Tin Adrionne Lescott," said the
gU^, "I thought Id find my brother
here, stopped by to drive htm up.
town.*it
Samson had hesitatingly taken the
gloved^/ind, and itB grasp was firm
and strong despite Its ridiculous
smallness.
"I reckon he'll be back presently."
The boy was in (fpubt 'as to the proper
procedure. This was Lescott's studio,
and he was not certain whether or not
it lay in his province to invite Les
cott's sister to take possession of it.
Possibly, he ought to withdraw. is
ideas of social usages were very vague.
"Then, I think I'll wait," announced
the girl. She threw off her fur coat,
and took a seat before the open grate.
The chair was large, and swallowed
her up.
Samson wanted to look at her, and
was afraid that this would be impolite.
He realized that he ^ad seen no
real ladles, except on the street, and
now he had the opportunity.
"I'm ,glad of this chance to meet
you, Mr. South," said the girl with a
smile that found its way to the boy's
heart. After all, there was sincerity
in "foreign" women. "George talks of
you so much that I feel as if I'd known
you all the while. Don't you think I
might claim friendship with George's
friends?"
Samson had no answer. He wished
to say something equally cordial, but
the old instinct against effusiveness
tied his tongue.
"I owe right smart to George Les
cott," he told her, gravely.
"That's not answering my question,"
she laughed. "Do you consent to be
ing friends with me?"
"Miss—" began the boy. Then, real
izing that in New York this form of
address is hardly complete, he hast
ened to add: "Miss Lescott, I've been
here over nine months now, and I'm
just beginning to realize what a rube
I am.. I haven't no—" Again, he broke
off, and laughed at himself. "I mean,
I haven't any idea of proper manners,
and so I'm, as we would say down
home, 'plumb skeered' of ladies."
AB he accused himself, Samson was
looking at her with unblinking direct
ness and she met his glance with
eyes that twinkled.
"Mr. South," she said, "I know all
about manners, and you know all
about a hundred real things that I
want to know. Suppose we begin
teaching each other?"
Samson's face lighted with the rev
olutionizing effect that a smile can
bring only to features customarily
solemn.
"Miss Lescott," he. said, "let's call
that a trade—but you're gettin' all
the worst of it. To start with, you
might give me a lesson right now in
how a feller ought to act, when he's
talkin' to a lady—how I ought to act
with you!"
Her laugh made the situation as
easy as an old shoe.
Ten minuteg later, Lescott entered.
"Well," he said, with a smile, "shall
I introduce you people, or have you
already done it for yourselves?"
"Oh," Adrienne assured him. "Mr.
South and 1 are old friends." As she
left the room, she turned and added:
"The second lesson had better be at
my house. If I telephone you some
day when we can have the school-room
to ourselves, will you come up?"
Sams.on grinned and forgot to be
bashful as he replied:
"I'll come a-kitin'!"
CHAPTER X.
Early that year, the touch of autumn
came to the air. Often, returning at
sundown from the afternoon, life class,
Samson felt the lure of its melancholy
sweatnesB, and paused on one of the
Washington fequar© benches, with
many vague things stirring in his
mind.,. He felt with a stronger throb
the Surety of young, but quickening,
abilities within himself. Partly, it was
the charm 'of Indian summer, partly
a sense of growing with the days, but,
also, though he had not as yet realized
that, it was the new friendship into
which Adrienne had admitted him,
and the new experience of frank cam
araderie with a woman not as. a mem
ber of an Inferior sex, but as an equal
companion of brain and soul. He had
Been her often, and usually alone, be
cause he shunned meetings with
strangers. Until his education had ad
vanced further, he wished to avoid
social embarrassments. He knew
that she liked him, and realized that
it was because he was a new and virile'
type, and for that reason a diversion--—
a sort of human novelty. She liked
him, too, because it was rare for a
man to offer her friendship without
making love, and she was certain he
would not make love. He liked her
for. the same reasons that every one
else did-r—because she was herself. Of
late, too, he had met a number of
men at Lescott's club. lie was mod
estly surprised to find that, though
his attitude on these occasions was
always that of one sitting in the back
ground, the men seemed to like him,
and, when, they said, "See you again,"
at parting, it was with the convincing
manner of real friendliness.
One WQ&derful afternoon in Octo
ber, when the distances were mist
hung, and the skies very clear, Sam
eon sat across the table from Adrienne
Lescott at a road house on the Sound.
The sun had set through great cloud
battalions massed against the. west,
and the horizon was fading into dark
ness through a haze like ash of roses.
She -had picked him up on the Ave
nue, and taken him ifeto her car for
a short spin/ but .the afternoon had
beguiled them, luring them on a little
farther, and still a little farther. When
they were a score of miles from Man
-H&ttan, the car had suddenly broken
down. It would, the chauffeur told
them, be the matter of an hour to
effect repairs, so the girl, explaining
to the boy that this event gave the
affair the aspect'of adventure, turned
I and, led tne way, on foot, to the near
est road house.
"We will telephone that we shall
b3 late, and then have dinner," she
laughed! "And for me to have dinner
with you alone, unchaperoned at
country inn, is by New York standards
delightfully unconventional. It borders
on wickedness." Then, since their at
titude toward each otbtr was so
friendly and innocent, they both
laughed. They had dined under the
trees of an old manor house, built a
century ago,f and now converted into
an inn, and they had enjoyed them
selves because it seemed to them
pleasingly paradoxical that they should
find in. a place seemingly so shabby
genteel a, cuisine and service of such
excellence. Neither of them had ever
been there before, and neither of them
knew that the reputation of this estab
lishment was in its own way wide—
and unsavory.
The repairs did not go as smoothly
as the chauffeur had expected, and,
when he had finished, he was hungry,
So, eleven o'clock found them still
chatting at their table on the lighted
lawn. After awhile, they fell silent,
and Adrienne noticed that her com.
panion's face had become deeply, al
most painfully set, and that his gaze
was tensely focused on herself.
"What is it, Mr. South?" she de
manded.
A
Tho young man began to speak,
in a steady, self-accusing voice.
"I was sitting here, looking at you,"
he said, bluntly. "I was thinking
how fine you are in every way how
there is as much difference in the tex
ture of men and women as there is in
the texture of clothes. From that
automobile cap you wear to your slip
pers and stockings, ybu are clad in
silk. From your brain to the tone of
"I Was Thinking of My People."
your voice, you are woven of human
silk. I've learned lately that silk isn't
weak, but strong. They make the
best balloons of it." He paused and
laughed, but his face again became
sober. "I was thinking, too, of your
mother. She must be sixty, but she's
a young woman. Her face is smooth
and unwrinkled, and her heart is still
in bloom. At the same age, George
Won't be much older than he is now."
Th8 compliment was so obviously
not intended as compliment at aj]
that the girl flushed with pleasure.
"Then," went on Samson, his, face
slowly drawing with pain, "I was
thinking of my own people. My
mother was about forty when shd
died. She was an old woman. My
father was forty-three. He was an old
man. I was thinking how they with
ered under their drudgery—and of the
monstrous injustice of it all."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
OLD CRAFT OF ODD DESIGN
Mesopotamia Boat, Known as ,Kufa,
Known to Have Been-in Use ^Be
fore Christian Era.
The Kufa, a curious circular boat
made of basketwork, and seen no
where else in the world, is a com
mon sight in Mesopotamia. The fer
rymen charge only a cent each pas
senger. There is one good point about
these strange craft—they are not eas
ily upset. Their carrying capacity also
is great,
xand
the kufa men pack in
their passengers like herrings in a bar
rel. I had the good luck to take a pho
tograph of the actual building of a
kufa on the banks of the Tigris river,
says a writer in the Wide World. They
are made of date palm branches
woven together with rope made out of
leaves of the same palm, thickly plas
tered on the outside with bitumen.
They range from four to twelve feet
in diameter. Nowhere but on the
Tigris and lower Euphrates rivers can
one see these curious craft, which
serve principally for the transport of
passengers, country produce and
beasts of burden across the river.
About three men are required to make
a kufa of respectable size, and it
takes them some twenty days:-to build
it Like the kelek, the kufa Is of
great antiquity* for both these strange
craft were in use long before the time
of Christ. The evidence of this is in
disputable, for on the bas-reliefs taken
from the palace of Sennacherib both
craft ore clearly represented.
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sweet stomach and clean, healthy liver
and bowel action for months. Chil
dren love Cascarets because they
never gripe or sicken. Adv.
Bacteria in Coal.,
Mr. C. Potter has recently shown
before the Royal society in London
that in certain conditions of exposure
to the air charcoal, coal, peat and oth
er amorphous forms of carbon under
go a slow process of oxidation pro
duced by bacteria. It is suggested that
this fact may account for the deteri
oration of stored coal, its gradual loss
of weight, and its occasional sponta
neous heating in ships' bunkers. If the
bacteria are not tho sole cause of these
things they may induce them, chemical
oxidation accompanying and continu
ing that begun by the organic agents.
The carbonization of vegetable coals,
says a French writer, is due to the in
tervention of microbes at the begin
ning of their fossilization. When the
coal reaches the air again, other bac
teria take up the work of fermentation
that was interrupted millions of years
ago.—Youth's Companion.
LOOK YOUR BEST
As to Your Hair and Skin, Cuticurm
Will Help You. Trial Free.
The Soap to cleanse and purify, the
Ointment to soothe and heal. Thesa
fragrant super-creamy emollients pre
serve the natural purity and beauty
of the skin under' conditions which,
if neglected, tend to1 produce a state
of irritation and disfigurement.
Free sample each by mail with Book.
Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept. XY,
Boston. Sold everywhere.—Adv.
Badly Matched.
Mrs. Yeast—This paper says the
matching of colors has been brought
down to an exact science by the in
vention of a machine for the pur
pose.
Mr. Yeast—You ought to get the
people who run the store where you
buy your hair to get one of those ma
chines, dear."
Accounting for the Jumps.
Patrice—I see the sinews of the
kangaroo are specially desirable for
use in surgery, for sewing wounds and
for binding broken bones together.
Patrice—That accounts for .t\pe
jumping, from one thing to another
I always thought he had some of the
kangaroo in him."
SALTS IF BACKACHY OR
KIDNEYS TROUBLE YOU
Eat Less Meat If Your Kidneys Aren't
Acting Right or If Back Hurts or
Bladder Bothers You.
When you wake up with backache
and dull misery in the kidney region
it generally means you have been eat
ing too much meat, says a well-known
authority. Meat forms uric acid which
overworks the kidneys in their effort
to filter it from the blood and they be
come sort of paralyzed and loggy.
When your kidneys get sluggish and
clog you must relieve them like you
relieve your bowels removing all the
body urinous waste, else you have
backache, sick headache, dizzy spells
your stomach sours, tongue is coated,
and when the weather is bad you have
rheumatic twinges. The urine is
cloudy, full of sediment, channels oft
en get sore, water scalds and you are
obliged to seek relief two or three
times during the night.
Either consult a good, reliable physi
cian at once or get from your pharma- Jfefc'"
cist about four ounces of Jad Salts
take a tablespoonful in a glass of A"-:
water before breakfast for a few days
and your kidneys will then act fine.
This famous salts is made from the
acid of grapes and lemon juice, com
bined with lithia, and has been used
for generations to clean and stimulate
sluggiBh kidneys, also to neutralize
acids in the wrine so it no longer irri
tates, thus ending bladder weakness.
Jad Salts is a life saver for regular
meat eaters. It is inexpensive, cannot
injure and makes a delightful, effer
vescent lithia-Wftter drink.—Adv.
Liberal Doses.
Subbubs—How often is thiB medi
cine to be taken?
Doctor—Between cooks.
All the world's a stage, and most of
u^ think w© are lbe stars.