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THE RUCK ISLAND ARGUS. WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 5, 1914.
The United States Government authorities have started a relentless war on the Rat and
all citizens should start at once and co-operate with Federal, State and City departments
of health in this great work, as quick action for big and successful results is absolutely
necessary at this time. '
Campy Fleais.aHKffl Flea
It is a recognized fact, acknowledged by scientists throughout the world, that HO HAT, HX) FLEA HO FLEA, NO PLAGUE.
The public must do its full duty at this time and Mil Rats by the million as has been done elsewhere by the use of
the exterminator of merit, which has been sold by dealers throughout the world for the past 36 years. It is already prepared for.
immediate use, and in every package is a circular of full directions in the following languages: English, Bohemian, Chinese, Danish, .
French, German, Italian, Japanese, Norwegian, Polish, Portugese, Russian, Spanish, Swedish, Yiddish.
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Many of the departments of the United States Government are using Stearns' Electric Rat and Roach Paste with great
success, and in the past few years have used over twenty thousand pounds. For over thirty-five years Stearns'
Electric Paste has been the standard rat killer, and is today sold in all parts of the world, HENCE ALL MUST
REALIZE THAT IT WOULD BE UNWISE TO TRY OTHER EXTERMINATORS AT THIS TIME THE
MERITS OF WHICH ARE UNKNOWN.
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Copyright. 1913. by
Kate Oou!i W'iflein
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KAlt DOUGLAS WIGGIN
Author of "Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm'
A June Sunday.
IT was Sunday in June, and almost
t:i? wb"ie population of Kiver
boro nfcij K'l;-uwl was wuiKing
or driving in the direction of tbe
""tiu? Louse .,n Tory liill.
Chur h toilets, you m;iy well Le
liere. were mi A attainment by
Ieaoa Baxter's daughters, lis they
tad Lfen l,y his r-siH--iie bf!ini:it-K
in J::r.-f t,y. When V;iitstiU's
mother first un'm.fd ber liullxmd lo buy
W a new dr--.-, uu ibat was two
yara niu-T inn rria izr. lie fcimpiy said:
"lou look wrll -ijouxb. Wbat do joU"
wnt l n.'ibttr moiit-y on iu-ry for,
tbce Lurd lirus'r If olb-r folks are
'Xtrarasaiit Uutt ain't any reason you
nou!d b- V-.u uin't oijlisHl to take
Jour riciSiio.ri fr un na.T.plo, take
m for a warnin':"
"Ei:t, f"iw!l, my Sunday dress Is
"orn rou.j,i.rrIy to tbrnaJj;," urged tbe
e"ond Mru. I5ait-r.
"TLais wLut womn alweys say.
TLey'r- a:i a,,i.e, rn more id-a o' av
in' nuytbiu? than a hkunk bla.-kbird!
1 fan t spurt? any laor.t-y for gewgaws,
0'J ;ou iniLt t well understand It
first os last, tio un utile and open tbe
kai-' trunk by tbe winder, you'll tind
p.enty tiii-re to Jat you lor years to
Tbe be.ond Mrs. Iiuxtrr vLsited tbe
tt.c as 'omnia ndi-d, and in lurnlns
over tbe -iotbe In tin? old trunk knew
by insno' t that tuey bud U-lonfied to
lier i-rcde---s'.ir Ju otli'.e. Some of tin
tresuxK were neat, tboui-'b terribly worn
tmlffl, but all were fortunately
'r too ebort and fcinall for a irrson
tier fine i.roi.ortloii. Heslde, her
Tery houl hbrauk from weurind tbexu,
tad ber spirit revolted lyotti from tbe
iult lo berbelf and to tbe poor dead
Offian h bad Kuereeded, M tsbe came
Cawnatalrs to darn and mend and
Ptrb eain ber bbabby wardrol-e.
Wluti:i bad gone tbroujrli tbe feame
in iiMnnlr nrhen ithe was seventeen
i be e-aii to ut over the old garments
' f,r herself and Patty. Mercifully there
were very few of tbeiu. and they had
long situ-e been discarded. At eiphteen
hbe bad learned to dye yarns with yel
low oak or maple bark and to make
purples from elder and futnac berries;
she eould Kpin and knit as well as any
old "aunt" of tbe village and cut and
xhapo a garment as deftly as the Edse
wood tailoress. but the task of making
bricks without straw was a hard one
She wore a white cotton frock on
this particular Sunday. It was march
ed and ironed with a beautiful rIoss,
while a touch of distinction was piven
to her costume by a little black sleeve-I.-ss
"roundabout" made out of the cov
,i., r an r.lil silk umbrella. Her
flat hat had a Mnnle wreath of coarse
daisies around the crown, and her
mitts were darned in many places.
.Nevertheless you could not entirely
ppoll her; God bad used a liberal band
In making her. and her father's parsi
mony was a sort of boomerans mat
flew back chiefly upon himself.
As for ratty, ber style of beauty, like
Cephas Cole's ell. bad to be toned down
rather than up to be effective, but cir
cumstances had been cruelly unrelent
ing In this process of late. Deacon
Halter had given the cirls three or
four shopworn pieces of faded yellow
calico that had been repudiated by the
village housewives as not fast enough
In color to bear tbe test of proper wash
ins?. This hnl made frocks, aprons,
petticoats and even underclothes for
two full years, and Tatty's weekly ob
jurgations w hen be removed her ever
lasting yellow dress from tbe nail
where It huuff were not such as should
have fallen from tbe lips of a dea
con's daughter, ttalutill had taken a
piece of tbe same jellow material,
starched and ironed It. cut a curvinif.
circular brim from If, sewed in a plait
,-d crown, and. lo, a hat for Tatty!
What, inspired I'attj .to put Ofl.-a-.HaUt
nonon of deepest wine color, with n
little band of the same on tbe pale yel
low hat. no one could sav.
"Do you thin you shall like that
dull red ripht close to tbe yellow. Tat
ty? Wait. st ill asked anxiously. '
"It looks all riffht on the columbine!
Iri the Indian cellar." replied Tatty,
turning and twisting the hat on her
bead. "If we can't get a ieek at the
Hoston fashions we must just find our
styles where we can."
The various roads to Tory hill were
alive with vehicles on this bright Sun
day morning, t'nele Uert mid Abel
Pay. with their respective wive on
the back seat of tbe Cole's double
wagon, were passed by IVacon ISaxter
and bis daughters Waitstill being due
at meetiug earlier than others by rea
son of her singing in the choir. The
deacon's one horse, two wheeled
"shay" could bold three persons with
comfort on its broad seat, and tbe
twenty-year-old roare. although she
was always as hollow as a gourd, could
generally do the mile, uphill all the
way, in half an hour If urged contiu
ually, and the deacon, be it said, if not
good at feeding was unsurpassed at
Aunt Abby Cole could get only a
passing glimpse of Tatty in the depths
of tbe "shay." but a glimpse was al-
renlarked to Mrs. Day in this way of
back seat confidence. "It's unfortu
nate thnt a deacon's daughter should
be nfllicted with that bold style of
beauty. Her hair's all but red. In
fact, you might as well call It red
when tbe sun shines on it. ltut if
she'd ever smack it down with bear's
grease she might darken it some, or
anyhow she'd make it lay slicker. But
it's tbe kind of hair that just matches
that kind of a girl sort of up an com
i. Then ber skin's so white and her
cheeks so pink and her eyes so snappy
tlin t she'd attract attention without
half try in", though I guess she ain't
above makin' an effort."
"She's innocent as a kitten. ob
served Mrs. Day impartially.
"Oh. yes. she's Innocent enough an'
I hope she'll keep so. Waitstill s a
sight han'soruer, if tbe truth was told,
but she's the sort of girl that's made
for one man and the rest of 'em Dever
look at her. The other one's cut out
for the crowd, tbe more the merrier.
She's a kind of mantrap, that girl is'.
lo urge tbe horse a little mite, Bar
tholomew! It makes me kind o' hot
to be passed by Deacon Baxter. It's
missionary Sunday, too. when he
gen'ally has rheumatism too, bad to
'1 wonder If be ever puts anything
into the plate?" said Mrs. Day. "N
one ever saw him that I know of."
"The deacon keeps the Thou Shalt
Not commandments pretty well." was
Aunt Abby's terse response. "I guess
"he don't put nothin' into the plate, but
I s'pose we'd ought to be thankful he
don't take nothin' out. The Baptists
ore gettin' ahead faster than they'd
ought to up to the Mills. Our minis
ter ain't no kind of a proselyter. Seems
as if he didn t care how folks got to
heaven so long as they got there. The
other church is havin' a service this
afternoon side o the river, an' I'd kind
o' like to go, except it would please
'em too much to have a crowd tnera
to see the immersion. They tell me.
but I don't know how true, that that
Tillson widder woman that come here
from somewheres in Vermont wanted
to be baptized today, but the other
converts declared they wouldn't be If
"Jed Morrill said they'd have to hold
t. n - nniia, n-ttflp finite n nnell to do
Iutrt uim v.u.i.. m
any good." chuckled Uncle Bart from
the front seat.
"Well. I wouldn't repeat it Bartbolo-
mew on t he Sabbath day. not If he
did say it. Jed Morrill's responsible
I for more blasphemious Jokes than any
I roan in Kdgewood. I don't approve of
ruakln' light of anybody's religious ob
servances if they're ever so foolish."
Do you think you shall lika that dull j sald Aunt Abby. somewhat enigmati
cally. Our minisrer seeps reiuiumu
us that the Baptists and Methodists
1 V - r -r;
1 1 M tec
red right cloo to the yellow?
ways enough for ber, as her opinion of
tbe girl'a charms was considerably af
fected by the forlorn condition of her
son, Cephas, whom she suspected of
being hojeleHly in love with the
young person aforesaid, to whom she
commonly alluded as "that red beaded
' "Tatience Baxter's got the kind of
looks that might do well enough at a
tarern dance or n husking, but they're
entirely iinsulted to the Sabbath day
or the meeting house,', so .Aujjt Abb
are our brethren, but I wish he'd be a
little more anxious to have our s'clety
keep ahead of the others."
"Jed's 'bout right in slzln' up the
Widder Tillsou." was Mr. Day's timid
contribution to the argument. "I nin't
a readin' man. but from what folks re
port I should think she was one o'
them critters thHt set on rocks bewll
derln' an' liedevlliu men folks out o"
their Kciises-syreens. I think they call
Vm-A-rt'fiJf 6J-reeu is what thut wo
man is, I "guess."
"There, there, Abel, you wouldn't
know a syreen if you found one in
your baked beans, so don't take away
a woman's character on hearsay." And
Mrs. Day. having shut up her husband
as was her bounded duty as a wife
and a Christian, tied her bonnet strings
a little tighter and looked distinctly
pleased with herself.
"Abel ain't startiu' any new gossip,
was Aunt Abby's opinion, as she
sprang to his rescue. "One or two
more boles in a colander don't make
much dif'rence Bartholomew, we're
certainly goln' to be Iate this mornin";
we're about the last team on the road,"
and Aunt Abby glanced nervously be
hind. "Elder Boone ain't begun the
openin' prayer, though, or we should
know it. You can hear him pray a
mile away, wheu the wind's right. I
do hate to be late to meetin". The
elder allers takes notice; tbe folks in
the wing pews alters gapes an' stares,
and tbe choir peeks through the cur
tain, takin notes of everything you've
got on your back. I hope to tbe land
they'll chord and keep together a little
mite better'n they've done lately, that's
all I can say. If the Lord is right in
our midst, as tbe Bible says, be cant
think much of our singers this sum
They're improvin", now that Tliny
Waterhouse plays bis fiddle," Mrs.
Day remarked pacifically. "There was
times in tbe anthem when they kept
together consid'able well last Sunday.
They didn't always chord, but there.
they chorded some! We're most there
now, Abby, don't forget! Cephas won't
ring the last bell till be knows his own
folks is crossin' tbe common!"
Those were days of conscientious
cburcbgoing. and every pew in the
bouse was crowded. Tbe pulpit was
built on pillars that raised it six feet
higher than tbe floor. Tbe top was
cushioned and covered with red velvet.
surmounted by a huge gilt edged Bible.
There was a window in tbe tower
through which Cephas Cole could look
Into the church and while tolling the
bell could keep watch for tbe minister.
Always exactly on time, he would come
in, walk slowly up the right hand aisle,
mount the pulpit stairs, enter and close
the door after him. Then Cephas would
give one tremendous pull to warn loit
erers on tbe steps, a pull that meant.
"Parson's In the pulpit!" and was act
ed upon accordingly. Opening the big
Bible, the minister raised bis right
hand impressively, and, saying, "Let
us pray," the whole congregation rose
in tbelr pews with a great rustling and
bowed tbelr heads devoutly for the in
vocation. Next came the hymn, generally at
that day one of Isaac Watts'. The
singers, fifteen or twenty In number,
sat in a raised gallery opposite the pul
pit, and there was a rod in front hung
with red curtains to hide them wbeu
sitting down. Any one was free to
Join, which perhaps accounted for Aunt
Abby'B strictures as to time and tune.
Jed Morrill, "blasphemious" as he was
considered by that acrimonious ladr.
was the lender, and a good one too.
There would le a great whispering
and burzing when Deacon (Sumner.
with bi big fiddle, and rUflj .Water-1
Douse, w-ifh his-smaller one, would
try to get in accord with Humphrey
Baker and his clarionet. All went well
when Humphrey was there to give the
sure keynote, but in his absence Jed
Morrill would use his tuning fork.
When the key was finally secured by
all concerned Jed would raise his stick,
bent one measure to set the time, and
all joined In or fell in. according to
their several abilities. It was not al
ways a perfect thing in the way of a
start, but they were well together at
tbe end of the first line, and when, as
now, the choir numbered a goodly num
ber of voices and there were 300 or 400
in the pews nothing more inspiring in
its peculiar way was ever heard than
tbe congregational singing of such
splendid hymns as "Old Hundred,"
"Duke Street" or "Coronation."
Waitstill led the trebles, and Ivory
was at tbe far end of tbe choir in the
basses, but each was conscious of the
other's presence. This morning he
could bear her noble voice rising a lit
tle above, or, perhaps, from its qual
ity, separating itself somehow, ever bo
little, from the others. How full of
strength and hope it was. her vo"pe!
How steadfast to the pitch! How gold
en its color! How moving in its cres-1
cendos! How the words flowed from
her lips, not as if they had been writ
ten years ago, but as if they were the
expression of her own faith! There
were many in the congregation who
were stirred, they knew not why, when
there chanced to be only a few "carry
ing the air" and they could really hear
Waitstill Baxter singing some dear old
hymn, full of sacred memories, like
While thee I seek, protecting Power.
Be my vain wishes stilled.
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
"There may be them in Boston that
can sing louder, and they may be able
to run up a little higher than Waitstill.
but the question is. could any of 'em
make Aunt Abby Cole shed tears?"
This was Jed Morrill's tribute to his
best sopra no.
There were Sunday evening prayer
meetings, too. held at "early candle
light," when Waitstill and Lucy Mor
rill would make a duet of "By coo Si
loam's shady rill," or the favorite
"N'uomi." and the two fresh young
voices, rising and falling in the tender
thirds of the old runes, melted all
hearts to new willingness of sacrifice.
Father, whate'er of earthly bltsa
Thy sov'relgn will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace
Let this petition rise.
Give me a calm, a thankful heart.
From every murmur free.
The b. Jiainit of thy grace impart.
And let me live to thee.
now Ivory loved to hear Waitstill
Ring these lines! How they eased his
burden as they were easing hers, fall
ing on bis impatient, longing heart like
evening dew on thirsty grass!
To He Continued Next Saturday.)
We have disposed of our interest in
the Modern Tea company. We will
pay all bills incurred up to date. All
p.rsons Indebted to the above firm
will please make settlement.
Adv.) SAM GELLERMAN.
Notice to Stockholders.
To all whom it may concern, and tc
all the stockholders of Rock Island
Savings Trust Company, an Illinois
corporation, of Rock Island, Illinois. -
You and each of you are hereby noti
fied that a special meeting of the
-stockholders of Rock Island Savings
Trust company is hereby called to be
held at the banking office of said Rock
Island Savings Trust Company, num
ber 231 Eighteenth street in the city
of Rock Island, Illinois, at the hour of
ten (10) o'clock In tho forenoon of the
eighteenth day of August, A, D. 1914,
for the purpose of considering and act
ing upon a proposition to consolidate
said Rock Island Savings Trust Com
pany with the Rock Island Savings
Bank, a corporation, and under and
pursuant to the banking laws of the
State of Illinois, and for the transac
tion of such othet business as may law
fully be transacted at such meeting.
Dated ' at Rock Is'and, Illinois, this
fifteenth day of July. A.. D. 1914.
E. W. HURST.
P. GREEN A WALT,
H. S. CABLE,
A. J. LINDSTROM,
Constituting a majority of the direc
tors of the Rock Island Savings Trust
Jacksoti, Hurst & Stafford,
All the news all the time The
SALTS FINE FOR
"We eat too much meat, which, clog
Kidneys, then Back harts and
Bladder bothers you.
Most folks forget that the kidneys,
like the bowels, get sluggish and clogged
and need a flushing occasionally, else we
have backache and dull misery in the
kidney region, severe headaches, rheu-'
matic twinges, torpid liver, acid stomach,
sleeplessness and all sorts of bladder dis
orders. Y'ou simply must keep your kidneys
active and clean, and the moment you
feel an ache or pain in the kidney
region, get about four ounces of J&d.
Baits from any good drug store here,
take a tablespoonful in a glass of water
before breakfast for a few days and
your kidneys will then act fine. Thin
famous salts is made from the acid of
grapes and lemon juice, combined with,
lithia, and is harmless to flush clogged
kidneys and stimulate them to normal
activity. It also neutralizes the acid
in the urine so it no longer irritates,'
thus ending bladder disorders.
Jad Salts is harmless; inexpensivet
makes a delightful effervescent lithia-
water drink which everybody should taia
taow and then to keep their kidneys clean,
thus avoiding serious eomplicaUona. . '
A well-known local druggist says la
Bells lota of Jad Salts to folks who believe
in overcoming kidney trouble while it. ia
only trouble. ;
Max per House Pharmacy. (AflT.2