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THE HEART OF NIGHT WIND
By VINGIE E. ROE
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Btjsta of Dally’* lumbor camp direct*
a stranger to the camp. Walter Bandry
intrpduces hlmeelf to Jqftn Dally. fore-,
man, a* "the Dllllngsworth* Lumbar Co.,
or most of It.” Poppy, Ordway, a raaga-
Wne writer from New York, comes to
Dally**. Hampden of tbe Yellow Pine*
Co. claims title to the East Belt. Bandry’*
and Hampden’s men fight over the dis
puted tract. The Preacher stops the fight.
Bandry finds that- the deed to the East
Belt has never been recorded. Poppy
flirts with Hampden and tells Bandry that
Hampden is crooked and that she ll get
him. Foppy goes to Balem In search of
evidence against Hampden. Sandry’s men
desert him for Hampden, who has offered
Sore money. SUets goes to her friends
r Bandry to save the contract. Poppy
tell* Bandry that she has proof of Hamp
den’s filing bogus entries In collusion with
the commission. She sees SUets and
Bandry talking together and becomes
jealous. The big timber raft Is started on
Its way. but Is blown up and Bandry Is
dangerously Injured. In Bandry’s delirium
he gives Poppy a clue to his past. Ms
Dally shows Sundry Poppy’s notes of his
delirious talk. Poppy plays with Hamp
den, and Bandry refuses her aid. Back
East Poppy finds that Bandry held up an
associate of a crooked partner of his fa
ther for the price of the Dllllngsworth
Lumber Co., the associate dying the same
night. Poppy goes back to Daily's and
hints to Bandry that she knows his secret.
Bandry Is called East by his fath«r*s
sickness and Is with him when he dies.
Bandry sends money to Musseldorn. in a
letter which Poppy steals and copies.
Bllets In turn steals that and other papers
from Poppy. To prevent Bandry from
•ending East for a lawyer to Tight Hamp
den, Poppy engages a lawyer who betrays
her to tne commissioner and Hampden.
In the agony of a man betrayed by the
woman be loves Hampden decides to
jpake a fight that will be remembered
•11 along the coast.” Devastating forest
Bros, mysteriously kindled, threaten Ban
dry s holdings and every available m%n
turns out to fight them.
CHAPTER XXIV.
“Fight! Fight Like Helll
-80 began relied hostilities between
these two. At first Miss Ord way cov
ered her fury with a smile and tried
every art of conciliation, but Slietz
held tar from her. Night and day she
kept the packet In her breast, though
for what end she did not know. She
knew only with her unfailing instinct
that It must never go east to the
cities, or infinite harm would befall
Bandry. Also, as unfailingly, the same
Instinct warned her not to show them
to him, even though their possession
might mean his safety. The primal
ounnlng of woman kept her from be
littling or betraying her rival.
Bandry was becoming more and
more anxious about the East Belt.
More and more he feared the contin
gency of having to fall back upon a
woman for help at the last, and this
was particularly galling to his man
hood.
It had become a personal question
with him, the “getting*' of Hampden.
The timber at the north was running
better than they had expected, and
Dally and Collins with the lumber
jacks from Sacramento and the Si
washes were doing splendidly. Still
the magnificent belt was the Dilllng
wortb’s future and it was in grave
jeopardy.
• From time to time he ran across
Hampden along the shores of the
backwater, at Toledo, or on tbe 81-
lets road. Here the Yellow Pines’
owner often rode to meet Miss Ord
way who had lessened her efforts In
his direction since he bad given her
all the material she needed for his
own undoing. He was more wild
about her than ever, and added to
his enmity for Sandry the mighty
spur of suspicious Jealousy.
So July dragged out In blue heat
and August blazed down upon the
hills.
The eastern lawyer at Salam was
ready to give up in despair. Not one
tiniest point showed itself whereon
he could hang a thread of evidence;
and one day Sandry, sitting on the
east porch, shocked the heart into
Miss Ordway’s throat.
"I believe I will write to New York
for tbe great Farnsworth,’* he said;
“it’s a mighty risk, for he’ll bankrupt
me If he comes, though it’s hardly
likely he'll bother. They don't know
the chances for big work out here.”
And the woman shut her teeth
hard, while the blood left her face
in pale anger. Siletz, on the step,
played with Coosnah’s ears and she.
too, lost a bit of color.
The next day Miss Ord way made a
flying trip to Salem, stopped over a
train, and went on to Portland. There
ghe sought out tbe most well
thought-of legal firm In the city and
was closeted for three hours in its
private offices.
She was much too shrewd to trust
the great scheme in the hands of a
Balem firm. But here she had bun
gled after all, for her newly allied
lawyer, a fine-looking, open-faced In
dividual, followed her to Salem on
the next train, bearing copies of her
mysterionsly obtained proofs of
Hampden's guilt, which were as good
as warrants for his arraignment and
that of t£e amorous young commis
sioner.
The* •ring" was wider than she
had shy conception of and reached
•far throughout the state.
She was not half over the Coast
Bangs on the one-horse railroad when
bar lawyer laid the copied papers on
the eommlssfonerlß private desk.
Til come at last" ha said te—sly;
•somebody’s leaked.**
And in a lightning flash the aoa*
.
-■* ’ • '•A'* l ; . • v
his account book and the missing let
ters from' Hampden.
He slumped In his chair, drumming
with senseless, angers on its arm.
He saw black bars across the win
dow with the waring trees b6yond,
and knew himself for that weakest
among men, a woman's 100 L
So, Oiled with excited determina
tion to beat Sandry with the Hamp
den case and forestall his sending for
Farnsworth, which was the last thing
she wanted. Poppy Ordway again
rode up the valloy. The mighty bills
were silent In the deadlock of an
Oregon summer. No breath of wind
found its way Into the sheltered Tal
leys and the pines were still.
The tidewater slough was gray
with the Inland brine.
"Glorious!” she said to herself, lift
ing her gaze to the hazy mountains
"And I’ll save It for him —even
against his will!”
She was sure she had succeeded
In her mission, and, happy In the
knowledge, was eager to be out of
the hired rig.
And Sandry, as he assisted her out.
thought simply that she was the
most beautiful woman in the world,
for all'the Joy of triumph lent sparkle
to her lovely features, deepened the
slumbrous blue of her eyes.
No word had ever been spoken
about that night at the rollway and
Sandry bore a sense of guilt that he
had taken her avowal without open
reciprocation. But the face of Stletz
held him back. He scorned himself
and yet he knew he was blameless,
save for that unguarded kiss In the
glade.
But did he wish to reciprocate? He
did not know. ,
Daily’s camp droned on—getting
out Its logs, Ooodlng them down the
Blough, binding them slowly Into the
now familiar ocean-going raft.
The foreman himself was un
changed, though the world had
changed for him since that miser
able “Yes" of SUetz in the darkened
room when he laid a gentle hand on
her shoulder. To Sandry he was the
same, for be had come, through the
slow processes of the simple nature,
to be his friend. The elusive One
ness that had shown plain to Sandry
from the first In John Daily's heart
was Bolld as a rock, a foundation, an
abutment.
They watched Hampden's trait
grow toward the East Belt with an
exaggerated slowness, a flaunting of
security.
And then, two days after Miss Ord
way’s return, the young commission
er and the Portland lawyer got olt
the train at Toledo and were driven
out to the Yellow Pines. They bore
for Hampden the wildest agony of
his strong life in the revelation of his
goddess.
They were closeted together the
whole of the night In the Yellow
Pines office and It was a strenuous
night for the two strangers, for
Hampden was a man to fear In his
rages.
At flrst they held blm by main
force, and later by argument and rea
son.
“Fight," said the lawyer In the pink
dawn, "flght like hell! And bluff.
It's your only chance.”
“Fight?" snarled Hampden hoarse
ly, “what for? This damned driv
eler has let her get the originals of
these letters of mine about the three
timber claims In 7-10, and the;
alone'd put me behind bars I You'ra
the damnedest ass I ever seen!”
And the man's small, red eyes
glared at his accomplice with the
murder-lust. But the commissioner
had some spirit hlmßelf and came
back with defense.
"Fools? We're two together. It
was from you she got her flrst knowl
edge of the game. She fooled her
first suspicions out of you In her
horseback rides. She told me so—
that’s how you took her In on the
deals, she said.”
Hampden groaned and flung his
bead In his arms on the pine table
“AH right," be said at last. “I'll
light.”
But with the last sight of the buck
board bouncing down the hill road
with his visitors to catch the early
train back to Salem, a light grew up
in his heavy face that would have
puzzled that astute man, the Portland
lawyer.
"Yes, by God!” he said In a voice
thick with menace. "I’ll flght 1 And
IH make a flght that'll be remem
bered all along the coast!”
CHAPTER JCXV.
Fire In the Forest.
The next, day was the ninth of Au
gust The thermometer, hanging on
the eastern side of Sundry's office,
went slowly up to.Ml by two o'clock.
Ms sat on the east Porch In her
little rocker and Sllets braided her
mats.on tpe step, while Poppy Ord
way watched bar from a cushlow
agalnst the wall. The donkey tooted
faintly at the upper cutting, and
from time to time the dinky engine
trundled Its high-piled Bats down the
little track to the railway at the
slough's mouth. The men were all
VTI 5T ‘k ■ fcjjr. *T r • *
-?-? -x in
■M the cooa-tffcek tdruif'wmftl
for psapdeo’p tfo.ya23ooirthwlo.-vnf
•Suddenly C<oojpiah, lying on the.
np dnvUinred thealr. Bl
lets looked d ft: StaK Jugs » OUcprs. ar
rfstfd.' Then n eat down on hi*
■hausclies, thJeWi up hie mule, and
Beisn to bhy. a jbelanchol. lonesome
MUM- t a ? Jt‘
-i"Bush,"' wild SUets, "hash. Coos
nih|s And ebml too.' llfjfed 'hir'betd
aftbj 1 - the fashion of wild - things,
smelting the, sultry atmosphere. *
» “Mdnigpv»ir«ir^d,\gsi>iat^ww
,g*e!<■.
,Tha general creahAjUpp. .and hur
ried to the Bteps. bdr.efccady Slleti
Su off and running uK the Talley
tfcward the cutting. -*Vhen<fhe reached
the donkey Sundry was sfsndtng be
side It, but the with
out a glance, running to where the
foreman set a cboker. V
“John!" she cried; '•■Johl^^lMre^^ ,
a Ore on tbe west ridge!" r. VO
Every man wltbln bearing stropped
bis work Instantly and stood dtp.
“Call In th’ men,” said Dally *• be
passed the donkey-engineer, “an’ send
’em along. We’d better all go.’ Mr
Sundry. Taln’t likely It’s much, but
we got to stomp It out, whatever tls.
1 ben a lookin’ fer ’em.”
They all trailed down the valley on
a dogtrot. It took tbem tbe better
part of an hour, but when they went
down there was not a spark left
alight
“What do you suppose started it
John!” asked Sandry.
“Ob. some darned little college
snipe from Corvallis, likely, with a
gun an’ a cigarette. Or mebbe It was
some camper stayin’ overnight on
the ridge—some greenhorn. An’ It’s
mighty dry—mighty dry.” %
They went back to the cutting,
though every Jack of them lifted up
his eyes from time to time to the
rldgeB around. At supper the loggers
discussed the forest fires of other
years, the topic opened by the Inci
dent It was a close night with a
dark sky, though the heat had given
way to the sweet coolness of the
coast under the mysterious ocean
wind, and Sandry from his old seat
at table looked out at the western
ridge.
“John!" he cried, rising suddenly,
-It’s broken out again!”
Sure enough. Against the upper
darkness little red tongues licked fit
fully up and the men, white and In
dian, tumbled out o i the cook-shack.
It was twelve o'clock when they
turned in, and Sandry was pusxled.
The next day nothing happened.
Then at dawn of the day following
the camp awoke to see a fine, fairy
white haze all through the valley and
the crest of the west ridge, for half
a mile, sending up fanciful pearl
plumes In the soft morning. This
time It bad gained a start and the
camp turned out In earnest.
“John,” Bald Sandry solemnly, “that
Is no college boy with his cigarette.
Could It be Hampden T”
The foreman turned upon the
owner.
“You baln’t a real westerner, yet,
Mr. Sandry,” v he said with a smile.
“You think Hampden’d resk his yella
pine—as fine timber as there Is In th’
whole state? He’d bury th’ hatchet
an’ come fight with us like a brother
first.”
“Then what’s setting those fires?—
for It looks as If they are being set —
My God I Look there! There’s an
other!”
A merry, red eye winked and leaped
and died, to leap again across the
early twilight at the valley’s head.
“That's damned close to our cut
tin’!’’ cried Dally starting down the
mountain on a sliding run.
And that last fire, burning strongly
where no brand could have dropped
even with a wind, marked the begin-
"It’« Broken Out Agalnl”
ning of such a time of anxiety, of fear
that grew and mounted to heart-still
ing panic, of superhuman labor, a*
Sundry, a year before, could not bare
believed possible—a time to be long
remembered in the coast country.
By eight o’clock next morning the
little wind from the backwater bad
freshened with a devilish perversity,
blowing the creeping flames merrily
toward the north.
Dally sent Sllets on Black Bolt to
Toledo, to ask for • dozen men to
help In the fight. .
Ho abandoned tbs one' on tbs
rldgs, for Are goes down bill slowly,
and set bis men again ip the valley.
Vllbls an boor after BHetx Ml,
men began to arrive by tbs road—oa
horseback, la wsgoas. sad Mar oa
foot, for there la ao call like that of
W la the Mg woods to trios w-
Tiw pdf uadar'j
<-'. B»t destiny was ; egalnsttts OIV
me that overworked word of the r»
*loa*Aift/do#.j(n. steadily,
and despite the trained work;'for ev
er;, man knew this business, it roeheef '
■th*’ flhmee through. _the undergrowth
faster -tbatti uheyvcould handle . It”
Dally, black .with smoke and jUBBr.~
keels, -watehdnk- Btafaßethoda, learn
ing -everything he- eeeld, —listening. (
pipkin* up, patching on
king' rapidity. : He knew himnMft* ■
be ignorant, and where he was the ,
head with his interest at ..stake he
must make himself eoinpetent i
By night Dally was grim and silent ,
hoarse with shotting, and he stamped i
Into the porch, where the women ,
watched the flames that flared red ,
against the night In a hundred i
places on the west ridge and up the |
hills on both sides at the cutting. i
"S fetr, honey," he rasped,'Til have to t
call,: on .you agin. They’s a new
one oyer the first shoulder toward |
the East Belt —up In th’ old cuttln’
Ride dpin. to Toledo an' tell 'em to -
send th" - 'tdwTb We’ll need ’em all. ,
1 can’t afedWia man—l’ve sent ont t
six to hunt tbV.dkvU behind this, an' j
If I ketch him I'll kill him. damn i
him!”
“Son!" said Ma from the shadows, i
So Sllets and Black Bolt and Coos- ]
nah thundered down through the {
darkness to save the Dlllingworth, i
and the heart In the girl's breast was i
throbbing with anxiety for Sandry—
black as Dally, and as rough looking. |
fighting with his lesser strength, e ,
Westerner at last by every sign. I
By midnight the town waa there, j
and Dally saw among the crowd Har- ,
rls, bis old saw-flier, young Anwor
thy and several more of those who ,
had deserted to the god of gold. They j
kept sheepishly In the background,
but they were there for the common
good that Dally had spoken of —they -
would have answered a call from a
real enemy In such a crisis, for that
Is the way of the West.
Ma Dally, passing her Interminable
tin cups of coffee —she had brought a
great Iron kettle and boiled it over a
fire on the ground—stopped before
Anworthy, the curly headed boy of ‘
whom she was very fond, with a hand J
on his shoulder.
"I'm mighty glad to see yon, son," 1
she said kindly, and the young scape- (
goat had the grace to blush. 1
Destiny was against the Dllllng- 1
worth. The wind leaped and shout- 1
ed up between the hills and by mid- <
night the flames suddenly leaped up 1
as If a restraint had been removed. 1
Huge, red streamers flung themselves <
out against the black night sky. '
reaching halt way to the zenith. 1
Dense clouds of smoke leaped and <
bellied to the heavens, while the roar I
that appalls a woodsman’s heart began I
to aound throughout the hills. I
John Dally, working like a giant, <
went white beneath his grime- at i
sound of It. 1
"My God!” be cried hoarsely. It's I
goln’ away from us!"
And Sandry. halted a pace away I
by that cry of despair, looked upon I
the first really great sight of hie life, t
"More men!” shouted the foreman <
hoarsely. “Yon Harris, go telephone I
to Corvallis for more men." i
"It's done, Johnny,” said Ma Dally,
panting In the light, her sleeves <
rolled up from brown, capable arms, i
“I sent S’letz some time back. She's I
callin' fer all the stations between.” I
The valley was as light as day. Illu
mined all up and down Its length, and
three horsemen were loping up its
level floor. Lean, lithe men they '
were, clad In sober khaki, and they ,
leaped from their horses with bust- 1
nessllke alacrity, dropping reins over i
saddle horns Instead of on the ground.
Those three horses were well trained, ,
Intelligent aids, ready to stand for
hours in one spot, to come at a
whistle, and they wanted no drag- !
glng straps to hinder.
“We’re forest rangers," announced
the spokesman, a quick-eyed, steady
young chap, to Sandry, “give me your
men.”
"Thank th' Lord!” said Dally fer
vently. "take command."
The newcomer talked a moment
with his two companions, motioning,
dividing localities, sketching a quick
plan. Then he gathered twenty men.
putting them under one of his aides.
"Go up over that ridge,” be direct
ed briefly, "and cut a forty-foot fall
straight across the dip behind the
fire. Go on and cut It up over the big
ridge. Don't stop to fight-"
As the men hurried off with cross
cuts and axes, he plunged Into the
smoke and Ore, shouting terse com
mands. taking men from what seemed
Imperative tasks to put them at work
In places removed from the fire—dig
ging trenches, cutting a great pine
here,, a towering spruce or fir there.
"Good man." panted Sandry to his
foreman as they passed with axes
and dripping sacks.
"Best thing In the timber. They
know th' woods an' th' fires an' th'
air currents. Wtsh't we had a hun
dred of ’em. They'd save th' country
'ts goln’ to hell with these Area."
Dawn came over the mountains hi
blood-red base. And everywhere the
men. like ants attacking some mighty
task, tailed without sleep.
Bally had been up for forty-eight
hours, yet be went as strongly as at
the beginning, while Sandry, still far
from hale, waa osmp el led_ So drop for
aa hour's sleeps 'Tn fleet, Ma did the
compelling, going Into the amoks and
bodily with a firm hand am Ma*oal-]
H l** 1 '
IScant effort? to go doom fergeed/
etfd the ganJal sthmiy. 3» otaun.
SrfcJasstms.
‘JJn# tha oier.Twifh : t'lmi smll*
Util lmprovlslm rollwgy ° r tie
' fJß'henhe a yoke tt wu to find him
amt under a fight blanket ot .fanciful
J&^tj*srj!Sß&£J
S itdepii-v- i.jj *1?
’ parried do the -work bp
Mw bere and'there groups of Indians
The reeenraUon had arrived In force
'But, things war* growing sons with
every hour.
Fire -wat everywhere, in the earth
and hi' the heavens'" It heated the
sweet winds to unbearable, scorching
blasts. It illumined the duo dusk with
dull, crimson fight i lif deserted the
cutting and swept, the
north, leaving ashes anqniln,' sullen
brands and smoldering logs that
flamed forth vindictively from time
to time.
So dawn found them pn that hot
grim day In August
The lean, young ranger was every
where, and Sundry, in amazed appre
ciation, saw a trench shut off a
ground-lire, and the felling of a single
pine change the trend of a flood of
flame that was going out of bounds
But by- twelve o'clock the wind
turned and headed south. With ap
palling might the flood spread up
the ridges, crept down Into the dip
and joined the slow-burning menace
there.
At that the ranger fired three shots
Into the air which brought one of his
aids running out of the smoke, pant
ing and disheveled from fighting
hand-to-hand with a growth of young
sprues
“Go telegraph for the Vancouver
soldiers,” he directed tersely, "this
Is going to beat all records."
(TO Bl CONTINUED.)
THEIR DUTIES TO “SOCIETY”
Women Would Find It Hard to An
ewer Why They Auume Res
ponsibilities of Position.
Everyone knows what “society" Is.
although to anyone who did not It
would be difficult to explain. Men
laugh at It. but It Is ngt to be laughed
at With a power as strong as the
church, or stronger. It lies about us.
impalpable, whimsical, almost Irresist
ible. It may take all a woman has
to give, and give little back; or It may
give everything it has to give, and de
mand little. Whether it is woman's
highest duty, or her toy, has appar
ently not been decided. Whether thoße
who give themselves to it most entire
ly do so In an abandonment of self-in
dulgence or In a spirit of high sacri
fice, one cannot say. The inveterate
habit common to all people, of dress
Ing up whatever they are doing in a
cloak of morality, has In this case so
confused all the phraseology of social
rites that It Is impossible to tell wbat
Is pleasure and what Is crucifixion.
Women dress, not because they like to
look pretty, but because they “owe It”
to their husbands, or their children, or
to society. They make calls and give
dinners, not because they like ft, but
because they feel themselves obliged
to. and they are glad when It Is oyer.
They go to parties, not because they
expect to have a good time —they pro
fess to be bored by them —but because
for various reasons it seems necessary
to. —Atlantic Monthly.
Potash and Phosphates.
The agricultural department of the
University of Illinois has published an
other report dealing with the soils of
this state and the fertilizers which
they need. This new Investigating,
like the last, shows that Illinois farm
ers need not worry about potash. With'
the exception of swamp lands our soils
have all the potassium salts they need,
and the addition of more Is a stimu
lant rather than a food.
What Illinois land usually does lack
Is phosphorus, and the United States
has a plentiful supply of phosphate
rock. This Is good news to farmers
who had been taught that the lack of
German potash would cut down their
crops. It tends likewise to stimulate
an American Industry which was be
ing hidden behind clever foreign ad
vertising. By the time this war Is
over, America will know how much
potash fertilizer It really needs, and
what the stuff Is worth on the soil.—
Chicago Journal.
First Telegraphing.
New world's records for fast and
accurate telegraphing were made at
the International telegraphic tourna
ment In San Francisco a tew weeks
ago.
Richard C. Bartley transmitted the
fastest and most perfect “Morse" by
Ucklng oft 40 railroad messages with
out an error In 28 minutes and 13 sec
onds, and beating the automatic trails
mlttera.
George W. Smith. Jr„ won the re
ceiving contest by taking and tran
scribing without an error 30 railroad
messages In ti minutes and IS sec
onds.
Getting Rid .of Callers.
Co-eds of the University of Minne
sota have drawn up a .set of spedflca
ris ter sending male callers home
10:30. In this regarfthe dean of
I woman, 'was Margaret Pwednly, re
eently aald: “San*apa framed copy
Sf the raise la aetee conaplcaona ptaee,
girls. Then draw attention to the reg
alathms with some timely remark. If
all sine tetla, speak ap openly aas
Temperance
Notes
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A* HEALYHOFFIC6AS SEE if."
Dr. Haven Emerson. health connate
5 “It la. asTcpnpelver cjL
departments ofhedrth'Rrteacti, tend;
teach, persuade, demonstrate, exhibit,.
ejhort, prove tkjt, a ,«***-
age 01 In patent medicines la a. men
ace to persoiial and commanltr tieuHly;
la a common source of sickness and
death, Is blocking the path of.preveu- ,
tlve medicine and Is a menace to the
physical and social development at the
nation.” A
Health Commlslsoner Ford of Gleve
land, O.:
“Teaching the effects of alcohol 1a
a public health function. Thera la
nothing more Important than this ques
tion.”
Dr. J. N. Hnrty, secretary Indiana
state board of health:
“We know that alcoholic llqnor Is a
vile and evil thing. It Is a horrible
thing from an economic and social
point of view; It Is always and ev
erywhere Injurious from the physical
standpoint Every drop Is a poison.
Its use Is always Injurious, and If I
had the power 1 would close every
public saloon as a public dope shop.”
Dr. John Dill Robertson, health
commissioner of Chicago:
"In the city of Chicago, where the
death rate Is approximately 100 a day,
It Is safe to say that at least 20 per
cent of these deaths'are caused direct
ly or Indirectly by alcohol. Alcohol
produces acute Inflammation at the
stomach, hemorrhage of the pancreas,
heart disease, cancer of the stomach.
Bright's disease, fatty liver, hardened
liver. Inflammation of the nerves, epi
lepsy, hardening of the arteries and
a multitude of other afflictions of the
body. Those are known medical facts.
It Is not only a causative factor In the
diseases and afflictions mentioned, but
It invades the mental man and pro
duces Insanity.”
The New Jersey Health Officers' as
sociation passed a resolution recom
mending that campaigns of publicity
be Inaugurated by the state and local
departments of health for the purpose
of Informing the public of the dangers
attending the use of alcoholic bever
ages.
The Vermont state board of health
Is planning an anti-alcohol crusade
similar to that of New York city.
Other city and state health boards
are also incorporating anti-alcohol
work ns a regular part of health de
partment programs.
DOES IT?
"Beer promotes efficiency,” says the
advertisement of a certain brewing
company. Someone replies as fol
lows :
“If you were about to have a dan
gerous surgical operation performed,
would you prefer to have the surgeon
take a few glasses of beer Just before
the operation, to *promote efficiency?'
“If you were about to take a trip on
a railroad, would you prefer to have
the engineer and the telegraph opera
tors and the switchmen along the line
take a few beers while you were on
your way, to “promote efficiency?
“If you are business man, do you
prefer to have your employees “rush
the can’ occasionally, to ‘promote effi
ciency.’
“Remember, you can get Just as
drunk on beer as you can on whisky.”
BOTTLES SCARCE.
A chemist In Chicago, who is ex
perimenting with a formula for mak
ing catchup and other preparations In
tnblet form, explained to a friend that
this change was all “because of pro
hibition.” “Second-hand bottles are
used to a great extent by manufac
turers of many of these products,”
said the chemist, “and the spread of
prohibition Is making It almost Im
possible to secure bottles for this pur
pose.”
NO REAL OBBTACLE.
Sumptuary legislation? Tea. Cur
tailment of the citizen's personal pre
rogative? Yes.' We used to halt at
this rock, too. And it Is still there.
But how easy It is to go around It —
and And out what Is on the other side.
How much more Is on the other side
than on the tide which, only, we have
seen up to now. —Augusta (Qa.) Chron
icle (oldest newspaper In the South,
which has taken Its stand for national
prohibition).
PERSONAL RIQHTB CHAMPION.
Obedient to the conservation ideal,
society steadily declines to tolerate
humanity’s waste of Itself In sensual
ity. This aligns against the drinker
and the liquor maker and vender to
day persona and institutions that a
generation ago were also stout cham
pions of "personal rights.”—Christian
Science Monitor. -
DRINKERS NOT WANTED.
"If we could, we would keep no
man In our employ who drank at all.
Sobeiwmen are safer and the better
always. The total abstainer Is decid
edly better thnn the one who drinks
evbn moderately.”—The Buckeye Roll
ing Min Company, SteubeuvtUe, O.
VIOLATES LAW.
Champion of Fair Flay:
“There is not e licensed saloonkeep
er in the state who does not lay him
self liable to prosecution a doses
times a day.”