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THE HOLBROOK NEWS. HOLBROOK, ARIZONA. MAY 6, 1021.
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. "I'LL MARRY YOU."
Synopsis; Tom Shelby, a rancher,
rides into the frontier town of
l-"onca looking for a good time
after s long spell of hard work
and loneliness on the ranch. In
stead, he runs Into a funeral that
of Dad Calkins, a retired army
man of whom little is known. A
girl, still in her teens, survives
Calkins. McCarthy, a saloon keep
er and Ponca's leading citizen, de
cides that the girl, now alone in
the world, sliould marry. Shelby
starts a hunt for eligible husbands
and the minister goes to confer
with the girl. She agrees to pick
a husband from the score of men
lined up in her home. To his con
sternation, she selects Shelby, who
had gone along merely as a spec
tator. He declines thfe honor. In
dignant, the girl dismisses the as
semblage. CHAPTER III Continued.
"Straight ter h I, I hope," the Buf
falo Gap J. P. burst out, forgetting
his clerical role in a sudden expres
sion of feeling. "'Whatever caused the
fool to butt in?"
"Oh, he didn't Intend nuthin'. Tom
ain't that kind. He Just drifted long
ter see the fun. Yer can't blame him
cause the gurl took a shine his way."
The two disappeared, their voices
still grumbling, and Shelby got to his
feet and moved along the edge of the
tent to where he could view the shack
better. Through the window on that
side an unobstructed blaze of light
poured forth, but even as he stood
staring at it the girl appeared fully
revealed In the glare and drew down
the curtain. He saw her clearly, like
a picture In a frame, one round arm
uplifted to grasp the shade. He drew
a quick breath, almost of astonish
ment, conscious of the rapid beating
of his heart. By heaven, she was
actually pretty ! He had never thought
that before; but then, in that ruddy
light, the strange impression took pos
session as something entirely new.
'And ft served to strengthen his pur
pose. He would not play the part of
a ' coward ; he would go In and ex
plain ; he would make her understand
exactly how matters were with him
and why he acted as he had.
Yet this was accomplished hesitat
ingly and in doubt. He was at the
loor twice before he found sufficient
courage to knock lightly. There was
no response and he used his knuckles
a trifle louder. Intensely conscious of
a desire to turn and run away. But
there was no opportunity. The latch
clicked sharply and the light streamed
directly into his face, fairly blinding
him.
"Oh. so it is you back again?" she
asked coldly. "What did you want?"
"Just just to have a word with
you privately," he explained lamely,
blinking his eyes. "I I thought may
he I could explain."
"Explain what?"
"Why why how this thing happen
ed. Miss." His confusion rendered him
almost incoherent. "You see, I I
don't want you to think I'm that sori."
"Oh, you don't? Well. I'm not that
sort, either. Cqjne along" In, if you
want to; I'll hear what you have to
say."
Shelby never felt quite so awkward
and Impotent before in all his life, B3
he did standing there, fiddling with
the hat In his hand, while the girl
carefully closed the door behind him.
Her owri appearance of ease, even of
enjoyment, only added to his deep em
barrassment. For the first time he really took
notice of the room, how plainly it was
furnished ; a deal table, two chairs.
Hie stove, a few books on a shelf, with
a small clock between. Everything
looked cheap, but Immaculately clean,
and. as his eyes wandered back to the
girl, that was what impressed him
most "about her cleanliness. It was
evidenced In face and hands, in the
dark skirt and white waist, in the
smooth strands of hair.
"Well." she said pleasantly. "I reckon
you might as well sit down, as long
as you are here."
He found a chair and dropp'ed Into
It, and she took the only other one,
her hands clasped in her lap and her
serious eyes watching him with un
disguised curiosity.
"I didn't expect to see you again,"
she broke the silence which was be
coming awkward. "What was it that
brought you back?"
"Fact is I don't know," he explained,
startled at the sound of his own voice.
"You see I I sorter got an idea you
might be lonesome and and a bit
mnd at me, an' so I thought maybe
I better drop in an' tell you how It
all happened. But it don't look like
you was mad."
"'No, I'm not mad. I flared up for
a minute, but that's all over with. I
ain't botherin none about that outfit."
"So I see," somewhat more at ease
and crossing his legs. "I reckon that's
about the right way to look at it.
Whatever made you pick me?"
"Why, naturally, I took the best
iookin gone I saw. Mister Mister "
"Shelby, Tom Shelby; so you didn't
even know my name?"
"No Idea of what It was; I picked
you out because you didn't live here
that's why, If you really want to
know."
"Then you did know me?"
"No, I didn't. I saw you at the
funeral an' I knew you wa'n't no
Ponca man. I didn't care who you
was or where you came from. Just so
you gave me a chance to get out o'
this hole. I would marry an Indian
to get out."
"Then that was why you took me
bo as to get out o' here?"
She nodded.
"That's 'bout the size of It. I didn't
take no stock In what the preacher
Mid, for I ain't no weeping willow,
OF
By RANDALL PARRISII
Tom Shelby, an' I don't need nobody
to take care of me."
Shelby laughed.
"You made a mighty poor guess, at
that," he said cheerfully, "when you
picked me. I'd a took you to a worse
place tlian Ponca."
"There ain't none," positively.
"Where is it you live, anyhow?"
"Over on the Cottonwood ; 'bout six
ty miles north, up near the reserva
tion. H 1 ! But It's lonely up there ;
not another white man in thirty miles."
"You are ranching?"
"Just startin', you might say; run
nln' a few. head on a free range."
"But you've got a house, a place
to live in?"
"Sorter shack yes ; a corral an' a
sod stable ; that's 'bout all. I'd be a
dandy, wouldn't I, ter ask a girl to go
"I Picked You Out Because You Cidn't
Live Here."
out there an' live? No, sir; that ain't
my style;, it wouldn't be decent."
She did not speak for some time, her
eyes roving about the room and then
returning to rest on his face. There
was no smile on her lips, yet some
how she did not look sullen or in
different, i
"And that was why you said no?
You came back to explain? It wasn't
because you disliked me, then? Be
cause you despised me for doing such
a thing?"
"What, me? I should say not.
There wa'n't nothing done that wa'n't
all right. I don't blame you a mite.
Yon ought to git married."
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes. I do; this ain't no place for .a
single woman who wants to be decent,
to live in. Besides, you're old enough."
"How old am I?"
"Seventeen, maybe; I ain't much on
guessing ages specially women."
"I am nineteen," she paused, her
teeth gleaming as she smiled. "I wish
you would tell me about yourself."
He glanced up at her surprised and
twisting his hat about In his hands.
"That won't take long," he said so
berly. "I ain't got much history, so to
speak. I was born in Kentucky an'
run away when I was seventeen.
Been out-In this country ever since,
soldiering most of the time, and then
punching cattle for the Six Stars.
Saved a little money and started In
to go it alone. ;That's about all the
story."
"With a lot left out. Why did you
leave home?"
"Oh, they wanted me to go on in
school and be a lawyer."
"You finished high school?"
"Sure; what made you think that?"
She laughed.
"Oh, Just a word or two; you've got
Into the habit of talking like these
people out here. So have I. for the
matter of that. When you live with
them for years, it's bound to twist
your tongue. I can speak good Eng
lish when I try."
"An' the thing yer want to do most
is to get away from Ponca?"
"Yes."
"Yer sure don't hold no grudge
against me for what happened to
night?" Her lips and eyes smiled.
"Why, of course not. It was too
ridiculous for anything. After you had
filed out I put my head down on the
table there and laughed until I had
tears in my eyes. The expressions
on those faces when I picked you out
would have made a dog laugh." .
Shelby wanted to say something, but
his mind seemed to be utterly blank.
He could Just stare at , her dumbly.
The silence became so embarrassing
that he finally got awkwardly to bis
feet.
"I'm I'm awfully glad you took it
that way,"' he stuttered. "You see,
I don't know much about girls and 30
I was afraid you might be mad. I'll
have to go now, I think, Miss."
"I'm very sorry, but I'm glad you
came. Good-bye, Mr. Shelby."
He took the outstretched hand, ,con
sclous of the warm pressure even as
he fumbled at the latch of the door,
His eyes were downcast and his face
flamed ; nor did he breathe easily un
til he was again outside, alone in the
darkness of the night.
CHAPTER IV.
The Proposal.
He stared back at the closed door,
still dazed but capable of swearing at
PERIL
Copylght A. C McClur ft Co.
himself for being such a blame fool
He felt a vague suspicion that he had
acted' foolishly and that the girl was
amused at his awkward embarrass
ment. The interview had proven al-
togther different from what he had
anticipated ; the tears he had come to
wipe away were conspicuous by their
absence, and Instead of bringing com
fort and courage to an extremely mor
tified young lady, he had found her
filled with merriment over the affair
and quite indifferent as to its outcome.
She was different from anything he
had previously conceived. He bad
confidently expected to encounter a ra
ther ordinary young woman of the com
monplace frontier type the kind lie
had known for years.
She had proven herself nothing like
what he had conceived. She had been
smiling and self-possessed, mocking
him with her good humor and treating
the whole affair as a Joke. He was
the victim, rather than she, evidently,
In her estimation ; and he had actually
felt like a raw boy In her presence,
unable to think of a word to say or
what to do with either hands or feet.
How Immaculately clean she was and
ready of speech. He saw again the
picture of her, sitting there facing him,
her eyes meeting him frankly. Yes,
she had made a fool of him, all right,
and he turned and strode up the path,
oblivious to all else but his gloomy
thoughts.
There were numerous people on the
main street, although the principal
groups were before the dance hall and
McCarthy's saloon. Shelby stopped In
the glare of the former to consider
what he had better do, his mind vibrat
ing between Joining the others at the
bar or seeking his bed at the hotel
He was still undecided when two men
suddenly bumped into him and he rec
ognized Cowan and "Red" Kelly, both
drunk enough to be ugly and insult
ing. The first stared into his face
with a sneer.
"H I. 'Red, If here ain't the bride
groom," he exclaimed insolently. "Say,
where you been all this time?"
Shelby drew back slightly, but held
his temper, his brain Instantly clearing.
"I don't hold that to be uny of your
business," he replied coldly.
"Well, by thunder, it is. Just the
same. You butted into this game with
out no warrant, an' yer playin' us
fer a parcel of fools, l'er one, I
don't stand fer it. It was a put-up
job. -You an' her are in cahoots for
that money. She didn't never look at
one o' us. Your pretendin' to be sur
prised was too darn thin. H 1 ! I bet
yer just wme over from bsn with her
an' laughln' at us yer d n skunk !"
Shelby's face hardened and his teeth
set grimly.
"Don't go too far, Cowan," he warn
ed sternly. "I got some reputation as
a fightin' man myself an' I don't take
everything peaceably. Now, listen to
me, you drunken brute, and keep a
civil tongue in your head. I have seen
the girl, but we didn't talk none about
marriage and, what's more, I wouldn't
touch that money, not a cent of it,
even If I was to parry her she ain't
that kind, ner I ain't.'
"Gosh, you must think I'm a sucker,
Tom Shelby. What the h 1 you got
to git married on? I'll bet yer never
seed two thousand before in all your
life.' Tell that to the marines there
ain't nobody goin' to marry her ex
cept for the cash."
"What do you mean?"
"Why, she's homely as a hedge fence.
'Red' was Just sayin' that if she'd a
picked him, he'd have jumped the re
servation, money or no money. Yer
can't string me!"
"You say she's homely?"
"I sure do, an' as damn mean as she
looks, I reckon."
Shelby's face was like flint and his
right fist crashed square into Cowan's
sneering lips. The fellow went top
pling over and before "he even knew 1
what had happened the ranchman was
upon him, holding him flat to the
earth and pommeling with both hands.
It was soon over with, Shelby giving
his opponent no chance to break away.
Interspersing his blows with a frank
expression of feeling.
You measly hound ! Goin to marry
her for money, am I? Maybe you'd
like to say that ag'in. d n you!
That's 'bout the size o' your soul.
Cowan. Take' that, you whelp! You
won't be so d n beautiful yourself
when I get through. There now ! Per
haps you'll lay quiet awhile !"
He got to his feet and glared about
Into the ring of Interested faces de
fiantly. ;
Any more of yer want to say what
he did?" he demanded. "Here, you,
Kelly ; you laughed when that dirty
pup said she was homely as a hedge
fence! Come here, you red-headed
terrier," and he gripped him by the
throat shaking the fellow helplessly
back and forth in his mad rage. "I'm
goin' ter marry that girl. If she'll iiave
me. an there ain't nobody goin' to
slam the looks o' my wife, either. You
get that, you coyote? What do yer
think of it now hey? Spit It out:
what do you think of her now?"
Kelly had to spit it out; it was all
he could do with those fingers grip
ping him.
"Let go d n it let go! H 1!
She's she's the handsomest woman I
ever saw ; you you let go o' me I"
Shelby flung him to one side in titter
disgust, hurling an oath after him as
he reeled dizzily into the protection
of the crowd. He cast his eyes once
in contempt about the circle, seeking
some other antagonist and finding
none.
To h 1 with all of you!" he de
clared. "Get out of the way there !"
They fell back to give him safe pas
sage and he strode- straight on past
the dance hall and turned down the
dark path leading back to Calkins'
shack. He had but one thought now,
one purpose; he had burned his
bridges behind him. After what he
had said and done only a single course
remained. Without a pause or a re
gret he went straight to the door and
rapped. It was no timid touch of the
knuckles this time; he was still too
angry to either hesitate or doiibt. And
there was no sign of embarrassment
in word or act when the door opened
and she stood there looking at him
In wonderment.
"I've come back to say another word
to you," lie annofied simply. "I'd
like to come in." " '
"Something has happened?"
"It has; I've Just had to lick two
pups who got too gay 'bout you. They
said some tilings an' I said some
things. Now I'm aimin' to make good.
You said you'd marry me awhile ago ;
does that hold?"
She was leaning ngalnst the table,
staring at him ; We'r face seemed to
go white and her hands toyed nervous
ly with a knife she had picked upv
"You you had trouble with two
men, over nie?" she asked, her voice
trembling slightly, "What men?"
" 'Red' Kelly and gazabo named
Cowan ; they was both here."
"Oh; they werejigry at you for
that?"
"Sure ; not because you didn't take
no notice of them ; then they got drunk
an' undertook to ride me; said it wus
a put-up job between us ter get away
with that money."
"What money?"
"The twenty-five hundred you was
goin' to ' get. The preacher told you
about that, didn't he?"
She , shook her head, evidently be
wildered. "Where was I going to get all that
money?"
"Why, McCarthy was puttin' It up;
he and some other bucks, so as to give
you a start after you was married."
She drew a deep breath, looking
straight into his eyes.
"You mean those men came here for
that?" indignantly. "They were will
ing to marry me so as to get that
money? Good God ! I was to be sold !
Is that actually true? Nobody ever
hinted such a shameful thing to me."
"Well, I reckon they didn't mean no
harm by that," he tried to explain.
"You don't just see it right. They fig
ured that Old Calkins had died an'
left you without a cent, sorter helpless
out here, an' that the town owed you
a decent chance ter git married an'
settle down. That's what the money
was given for."
"But those fellows all knew it. That
was what made them agree?"
"I reckon maybe it was mostly, at
least."
She twisted her hands together, a
hot, red flush coming into each cheek.
"Well, I'm glad to know that. Now
what was it those two men said. th
men you had the trouble with?"
t'Well, you see, Cowan was drunk
an', naturally all worked up. He's a
sort o' good-lookln' chap an thinks
he cuts quite a swale with women.
"But what did he say?"
"Weil, he run into me up there on
the sfj- 'i-t now, him and 'Red'
Kefly, a 1 was after you for
that mo Tj,inl he was a liar
an'vtlieli' he' , ort . . ?et ioose' a remark
I didn't take kindly."
"What remark?"
"He he sorter insinuated that I'd
never marry you for any other rea
son.
"He did why?"
"Well," he blurted out desperately.
finding no possible way of escape, "he
sorter said you wasn't awful good
iookin' an' then I pasted him. That's
all."
Her lips parted,' her eyes opening
wide in astonished amusement.
'That I wasn't good looking!" she
laughed. "And you actually hit him
for that?"
'I suredid ; the other pup laughed
an' he got his dose about the same
The Fellow We.nt Toppling Over.
time. I didn't hurt 'Red' Kelly none;
just shook a little sense into him,
but I reckon it'll be a week before
Cowan gets out much. Then I come
down here."
"To ask me to marry you?"
"That's the idea. I told 'em I'd do
it. "Tain't likely you'll feel now the
same way you did at first, but if you
do, then I'm in the game. I ain't got
much; I told you all 'bout that, but
if you're a mind to rough It up on
the Cottonwood, I'm here to go shares
with you."
The girl gazed at him In silence, her
breath coming quickly, almost in sobs,
a strange, misty light in her eyes.
"You actually want me to marry
you?"
"Sure; that's what I come back for."
"Are are you after that twenty-five
hundred dollars?"
"H I, no!" emphatically.. "I forgot
to tell you 'bout that. I won't take a
d n cent of it. That's what I told
them hounds an' I'll tell McCarthy the
same thing. I ain't that kind to mar
ry no girl cause she's got coin. The
five hundred is yours, fair an' square,
but there don't none o' that two thou-
sand go Into my jeans. That's got to
be part o' the bargain."
"But you don't know anything about
me?"
He grinned good-humorediy.
"I reckon there may be some things
-s
"Will You Take a Chance?"
you'll discover about me, fer the mat
ter o' that. Maybe it's 'bout as fair
one way as another."
"Yes, I suppose it is. You really
mean what you have said?"
"I sure do."
"When? How soon?"
"Tomorrow morning. I aim to get
out o' here as soon as I can. How
is it will you take a chance?"
His voice was strangely earnest,
and his eyes, as she ventured to glance
up, were honest and kindly.
"Yes," she said slowly, "I will, Tom
Shelby."
A desolate home-coming.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
EQUIPPED TO RULE OCEAN
Monster That Lived 100,000 Year
Ago Must Have Been a Terror
to Other Fishes.
In the National museum at Wash
ington Is exhibited the skeleton of a
zeuglodon a monster which in life
was seventy feet long and which must
have been ruler of the seas during a
bygone epoch. There is good reason
to believe that this alarming creature
dates back fewer than 100,000 years.
says a bulletin.
With an enormously long tail and
powerful swimming paddles, the zeu
glodon must have been able to swim
at the speed of an express train, and
Its great alligatorlike head was armed
with huge carnivorous teeth.
It was manifestly a ferocious and
predatory brute and presumably fed
on fishes and porpoise. The head was
four feet long and in the front part
of each Jaw were eight teeth for seiz
ing and tearing, which were supple
mented by a series of saw edged cut
ting teeth at the back..
. The zeuglodons were mammals, re
lated to modern whales. They must
in their time have been very numerous.
Judging from the quantities of their
bones dug up In Mississippi and Ala
bama, where In places there are so
many as to interfere with plowing.
Farm wa'"i are built of them.
Apparently the creatures, which
are denizens of warm seas, died and
were washed up Into shallow waters
that afterward became dry land.
Drifting sands covered their 1 bones.
preserving the latter to some extent.
Their teeth (loose In the Jaws like
those of alligators) are found scat
tered about in the neighborhood of the
bones.
FLOWERS HIDE GREAT GUNS
Monster Weapons of War at Gibraltar
Covered by Beautiful Clusters
of Acacia Blossoms.
While the rock of Gibraltar, viewed
from the ocean, is impressive, strong,
gloonr and forbidding, flowers grow
about iie steep walls, and the great
Victoria batteries, occasionally fired,
are screened and sheltered by acacia
blossoms. Here are concealed 100-
ton guns, sinister and threatening,
marking the highest achievement in
gun development by British engineers,
The north and northwest sides of
the rock are honeycombed by fortifi
cations. There is a town and harbor
on the west protected by batteries and
forts rising from the base to the sum
mit of the rocks. Modern guns of the
most formidable pattern frown from
the heights. The town is inhabited
b a British colony of about 25.000
persons, according' to the 1911 census.
Everything is under strict military
regulations.
Attar of Roses.
The climatic conditions in the low
er mountains of Bulgaria are favor
able to the production of the best va
rieties of oil roses. The variety most
grown is the red damask rose, a na
tive of Persia, and, in the times of our
fathers, very popular in America.
Catharine de Medici, who was pas
sionately fond of the odor of roses, se
lected the then called Valley de Var
for their growth and small factories
were established there. Today this
little valley in the south of France
leads not only in the production of
roses, but of other odorous oil-bearing
flowers. The chief town in the valley
is Grasse, and is tho center of the
greatest flower-oil industry in the
world.
Easy Part.
Chorus Girl What am I to do In the
new revue?
Stage Director Nothing ! YouH
have nothing to sing, nothing to say,
and almost nothing to wear.
ZAAKV GRAHAM. BONNER.
COPTMCHT R VttlUM NtWAHl UNION
pickerel-weed' flowers.
"We don't smell very sweet, but
we're bright and gay and pretty,"
said the Pickerel-Weed flowers.
"But why have you such a strange
name?" asked the Fairy Queen who
had come to the pond to talk to the
Pickerel-Weed family.
"Because," said one of the ' blos
soms, "they say that the pickerels lay
their eggs in our leaves. They ike
other water weeds, too, but we're
among the ones they lite, and some
how or other, the honor of the name
was given to us alone. That is they
haven't named any of the other wild
water weeds or water wild weeds, or
whatever you'd call us, after the pick
erels. "They could have named other flow
ers which grow in ponds after the
pickerels, because of the fact that the
pickerels lay their eggs in different
plants.
"But they didn't want to do that
They wanted to give us the whole
honor, so that folks would know that
the pickerels laid their eggs in out
leaves.
"If they lay them in other weeds,
no one is the wiser. That is, no one
is the wiser from the names. r
"There are other fishes, too, who
lay their eggs in weeds, but I don't
know whether any of the others have
given their names to the weeds or not.
I don't know and It doesn't interest
me. We don't smell very sweet, it
is true, but we're gay and very grace
ful. "We're tall and our long blue
ragged blossoms above our rich-looking
leaves look very handsome. We
"Sounds Rather Sad."
look most attractive in the ponds
and brooks and small lakes, and we
look, too, like flowers who have gone
in wading.
"For we're not entirely in the water
as creatures are who would go in
swimming.
"But we're like creatures who go in
wading. Part, perhaps," a little less
than half of us is right in the water.
and the rest is standing above that
part ! None of us last more than a
day."
"Dear me," said the Fairy Queen,
that sounds rather sad."
"It isn't sad," said the blossom
which had been talking to the Fairy
Queen. "It isn't sad at all because
we don't feel sad about It. If we
did feel sad, then it would be differ
ent. "But we don't ! No, we're quite
happy to have our one day of blos
soming. .
"Then we fade and wither. But
there are always other blossoms to
take our places. Oh yes, there are
plenty of us blooming all the time.
"When the humble bee comes to call
on us he takes some of our pollen,
which means the yellow dust we wear
upon our plants, and spreads it over
some of our relatives and drops it
Just where it will strengthen and help
them.
"Isn't that smart of Mr. Bumble
Bee?" I
"I've always thought the Bumble
Bee was smart," said the Fairy Queen.
"We like ponds and streams and
brooks," continued the Pickerel-Weed
blossom. "We love the coolness of
the water. We love to be in wading
all the time. And though each blos
som only lasts for a day, we feel that
is enough. We feel that the family
will keep on blossoming and having
bright blue flowers on our stems.
"We know that the flowers will be
happy to be in the pond. And we
know, too, that the leaves are always
proud of having the pickerels come
and lay their eggs in them.
"We've heard the leaves whispering
to each other and saying, 'We've got
to guard over Mrs. Pickerel Fish's
little eggs. That's both an honor and
an opportunity. For an opportunity
is when one gets a chance to do some
thing fine for his family, for others or
for himself. And we, the leaves, have
an opportunity of helping others.
'Oh yes," ended the Pickerel-Weed
blossom, "my day is over, but it has
been a happy day, and there are lots
and lots of us to come."
Boy Who Plays Fair.
The boy who plays a fair game now
will play the game of life fair; if he
goes into business he will be a fair,
conscientious business man. He will
be an honorable competitor with oth
ers in his line. He will seek to build
up his business, but will not endeavor
to drag down the business of his com
petitors in so doing.
Our Best Selves.
nr best selves are so far removed
from the selves of every day that the
nhnnres fire we should hardly recog
nize them if we met them face to
face. The difference between what
we are and what we might be Is all
too often the long descent from suc
cess to failure. Girl's Companion.
Juvenile Scorn.
Willie (proudly) Me an' my broth
er are twins.
Bobby Huh! 'Fore I'd have only
half a birthday!
TAKES CARE
OF 5 CHILDREN
Mrs. Taylor's Sickness Ended
by Lydia E. Pinkham's
.. Vegetable Compound
Roxbury, Mass. "I suffered contin
ually with backache and was often de-
ispondent, naa aizzy
spells ana at my
monthly penóos it
was almost impos
sible to keep around
at my work. Since
my last baby came
two years ago my
back has been worse
and no position I
could get in would
relieve it, and doc
tor's medicine did
not help me. Af riend
recommended Lydia E. Pinkham's Veg
etable Compound ana I have found great
relief since using it. My back is much
better and I can sleep welL I keep
house and have the care of five children
so my work is very trying and I am very
thankful I have found the Compound
such a help. I recommend it to my
friends and if you wish to use this letter
I am very glad to help any woman suf
fering as I was until I used Lydia E.
Pinkham's Vegetable Compound."
Mrs. Maude E. Taylor, 6 St. James
Place, Roxbury, Mass.
Backache is one of the most common
symptoms of a displacement or derange
ment of the female system. No woman
should make the mistake of trying to
Overcome it by heroic endurance, lut
Erofit by Mrs.Taylor'sexperience and try
ydiaE. Pinkham'sVegetableCompound
A Student Indeed.
"I want to be procrastinated at de
nex' corner," said the negro passenger
to the tramcar conductor.
"You want to be what?" demanded
the conductor.
"Don't lose your temper. I had to
look in the dictionary myself befo' I
found out dat 'procrastinate' means
'put off.' " Dallas News.
To Have a Clear Sweet Skin
Touch pimples, redness, roughness
or itching, if any, with Cuticura Oint
ment, then bathe with Cuticura Soap
and hot water. Rinse, dry gently and
dust on a little Cuticura Talcum to
leave a fascinating fragrance on skin.
Everywhere 25c each. Adv.
Why, Sure.
"My wife has a terrible memory."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, she can't remember anything a
day after it happens." ;
"Ah, a sud case why don't you give
her a flivver?''
"What for?"
"Why, to Jog her memory."
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle ot
CASTORIA, that famous old remedy
for infants and children, and see that it
In Use for Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher's Castoria
Garden Spot, Anyway.
A Boston geologist and philologist
says he is convinced that the Garden
of Eden wus located in the area now
occupied by the state of Ohio. Wheth
er right or wrong, Ohio Is i-ertuinly n
garden spot when It comes to raising
presidential timber. Brooklyn Standard-Union.
WHY DRUGGISTS RECOMMEND
SWAMP-ROOT
For many years druggists have watched
with much interest the remarkable record
maintained by Dr. Kilmer's Swamp-Root,
the great kidney, liver and bladder medi
cine. It is a physician's prescription.
Swamp-Root is a strengthening medi
cine. It helps the kidneys, liver and blad
der do the work nature intended they
should do.
Swamp-Root has stood the test of years.
It is sold by all druggists on its merit
and it should help you. No other kidney
medicine has so many friends.
Be sure to get Swamp-Root and start
treatment at once.
However, if you wish first to test this
great preparation send ten cents to Dr.
Kilmer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for a
sample bottle. When writing be sure and
mention this paper. Adv.
. The best way to cure those sore
muscles, made so by digging in the
garden, is to dig some mere.
, Let your face be as good as a prom
issory note. Takes a lot of right' liv
ing, but It is worth It.
Misleading.
Self-estimate may often be
A means of going wrong.
The crow caws queerly oft the key
And thinks he sings a song.
The Kind He Is.
Smith Very grasping and miserly
sort of a fellow, this titewadd.
Smythe Well, I'd hardly denounce
him so forcibly, but I will say If he
helped a blind man over a crowded
street crossing he'd be sure to send
the man a bill for bis services.
A Regular Friend.
"Í want you to be on your best be
havior tomorrow night. The Greens
are coming to dinner."
"Say, when are you going to Invite v
somebody here for whom I won't have
to be on my best behavior?"
Unexpected Blow.
Fond Mamma You are an author
ity on plants, Mr. Smith. Is it true
there are some creepers about a house
that are very annoying in their habits?
Crusty Bachelor Yes, madam;
babies.
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126 MAMMOTH JACKS
1 bare a bargain for yon. eonie qolcfc.
W. 1 DfClOW'K JACK FiKU
Cedar Rapids. Iowa
PATENTS
Watson B. Coleman
Patent Lawyer. Washington
n.fi. adrloeaod book tree
Bate reasonable. Highest references. Beataerrtoes
FOR SALE Home-Cared Tobacco, direct
from grower: chewg. 4 Iba. Í2: smok'g. i Iba.
ti. 60; prepaid. Jno. W. Jonae.Oreenfleld.Tenn.
A OF. NTS WANTED BIO MONEY for Men.
Women. Boya and Oírla. Something: new.
Write GOLD STUDIO. WAUKEQAN, ILL.
W. N. U., DENVER, NO. 18-1921.
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