The County Democrat. (Tecumseh, Okla.), Vol. 23, No. 50, Ed. 1 Friday, August 31, 1917 Page: 2 of 8
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THE COUNTV HRMOTPAT -rumr**
THE COUNTY DEMOCRAT. TECUMSEH. OKLA.
WOMAN NOW IN
PERFECT HEALTH
What Came From Reading
a Pinkham Adver-
tisement
THE
DESTROYING
ANGEL
Paterson, N. J. — "I thank you tot
tha Lydia E. Pinkham remedies as they
.......................... have made me well
and healthy. Some-
time ago I felt so
run down, had pains
in my back and side,
was vary irregular,
tired, nervous, had
such bad dreams,
did not feel like eat-
ing and had short
breath. I read your
advertisement in
the newspapers and
decided to try a bottle of Lvdia E.Pink-
bam'a Vegetable Compound. It worked
from the first bottle, so I took a second
and a third, also a buttle of Lydia &
Plnkham’s Blood Purifier, and now I am
Just as well as any other woman. 1 ad-
vise every woman, single or married,
who is troubled with any of the afore-
said ailments, to try your wonderful
Vegetable Compound and Blood Purifier
and I am sure they will help her to get
rid of he;- troubles as they did me.” —
Mrs. Elsie J. Van dkk Sandk, bt> No.
York St, Paterson, N. J.
Write the Lydia E. Pinkham Mrdicina
Co, (confidential) Lynn, Maaa, if you
need special advice.
Changed.
“There's safety In numbers."
“There used to be. before the draft
sambcrs were printed.”
LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
SYNOPSIS.
Toung Hush Whitaker’s doctors tall
htm he hue but s few months to live, ana
t te sweetheart Jilts him. His friend. Peter
Ptark, finds him disconsolate and pmoosea
a sea voyage. Whitaker rune away to a
strange town and flnda young Mary Lad-
le las. deserted by the men with whom
she eloped, about to commit sulclda.
f»»»*e<***»**e*ee*»*er*r*e**w##< |
Ona about to dlo ouroly must
fast mors at ease about his
futuro If ho io conscious of hav-
ing really done some good In tho
world. And In tho scheme of
things beyond our understand-
ing perhaps a single big unself-
ish act—one that saves another
from a grievous deed—will bal-
ance our million mean little
transgressions and leave us
with credit on the Big Book.
In tho installment given her#
there’s a mighty fine story In-
volving Just this point.
NO MALARIA—NO CHILLS.
“Plantation'' Chill Tonic is guaranteed
to drive away Chills and Fever or you
money refunded. Price joe.—Adv.
Certainly Does.
“Did you see where (ha first pris-
oner tnken by hii Amf flown In the
trenches weighed 220 pounds?"
“That certainly lent weight to the
incident.’"
CUTICURA IS SO SOOTHING
To Itching, Burning Skins—It Not Only
Soothes, but Heals—Trial Free.
Treatment: Bathe the affected sur-
face with Cutlcum. Soap and hot wa-
let. dry gently nnd apply Cutlcurn
Ointment. Repeat morning and night
This method affords immediate relief,
and points to speedy healment. They
are ideal for ever.v-day tpllet uses.
Free sample euch by mall with Book.
Address postcard, Cutlcura, Dept L,
Boston. Sold everywhere.—Adv.
An Object of Hatred.
Senator Simmons was discussing the j
proposed war tux on automobile own- j
"Making war taxes," he said, "Isn’t
pleasant work. It puts one In tlte po-
sition of the facetious minister.
“A fucetious minister at Ocean
Orove took a little girl on his knee aid
said:
“ ‘I don’t love you, Nelllo.'
“All the ladies on the breeze-swept
veranda laughed, but little Nellie
frowned and said:
“•You've got to love me. You’ve
got to.’
“ ‘Got to? How so?’ laughed the di-
vine.
“’Because.' said Nellie stoutly,:
•you've got to love them that hate you
—and I hate you, goodness knows I’ "
Hie Long Stand.
Percy, being dow n to recite nt the
temperance concert, stood up to do or
die. He got along all right until he
reached the words, “He stood beside
the bier!" Then his memory fulled
htm.
“Ho stood beside the bier I" he re- j
pented, trembling.
The evil spirits on the back benches
murmured one to nnother.
“He stood beside the bier!” groaned
Percy, nnd he drew n moist hand |
across his dripping forehead.
”0o am!” yelled a voice from the
rear. “It'll get flut while you’re wait-
ing. you fool I”
Modest Request.
One young man who wus highly sen-
sitive about un Impediment which he
had In Ids speech went to a stammer-
ers' Institute and asked for a course
of treatments. The professor asked
him If he wanted a full or a partial
course.
“A p-p-partlal c-c-course."
“To what extent would you Uko a
partial course?"
"Enough s-so thnt wh-when I go to
a f-f-ttorlst’s and usk for a c-c-c-chr-
chrys-s-anth (whistle) e-ra-mum, the
tb-thlng won’t w-wllt b-before I g-get
It I"
Opposing Results.
“What nlrs Marne does put on."
“Well, her finishing school was the
beg*nnlng of It." ______
“No bowl is too
big when it holds
Post
Toasties
CHAPTER III—Continued.
“I didn’t have any money to speak
of, but I had some Jewelry—my moth-
er's—and be was to take that and
pawn It for money to get married
with."
"I sec."
The girl In her turn went to one of
the windows, standing with her back
to the room. Whitaker drew a chair
for her and took a seat a little dis-
tance sway, with a keen glance ap-
praising tho change In her condition.
She seemed measurably more com-
posed and mistress of her emotions,
though he had to judge mostly by her
voice and manner, so dark was the
room.
"Don’t!" she cried sharply. "Please
don’t look at me so—”
“I beg your pardon. I didn’t mean
to—“
“It's only—only that you make me
think of what you must be thinking
about me—”
“You’ve had a narrow but a won-
derfully lucky escape.”
"Oh! . . . But Pm not glad . . .
I was desperate—”
"I mean,” he Interrupted coolly,
“from Mr. Morton. The silver Uulng
Is, you're not married to a black-
guard.”
"Oh, yes, yes I” she agreed passion-
ately.
“And you have youth, health, years
of life before you!”
He sighed lnaudlbly . . .
"You wouldn’t say that. If you under-
stood.”
“Have you thought of going home?
Have you tgrltten to your father—ex-
plained?”
“I sent him a special delivery three
days ago, and—and yesterdr.y a tele-
gram. I knew It wouldn’t do any good,
but I ... I told him everything. He
didn’t answer. He won’t, ever.”
She bent forward, elbows on knees,
head and shoulders cringing.
“It hurts sol" she walled . . .
"what people will think ... the
shame, the bitter, bitter shame of
this! I’ve earned my punishment.”
"Oh, I say—”
"But I have, because—because I
didn’t love him. I didn't love him at
all, and I knew it, even though I meant
to marry him. ...”
"But, why—In Heaven's name?”
"Because I was so lonely and . . .
misunderstood and unhappy at home.
No mother, never daring to see my
sister (she ran away, too) . . . my
friendships at school discouraged
nothing In life but my father to bully
me and make cruel fun of me because
I’m not pretty. . . . That’s why I
ran away with a man I didn't love—
because I wanted freedom and a little
happiness.”
"Good Lord I" he murmured beneath
his breath, awed by the pitiful, childish
simplicity of her confession and the
deep dam "atlon that had waited upon
her.
“So It’s over I” she cried—“over, and
I’ve learned my lesson, and I’m dis-
graced forever, and friendless and—”
“Stop right there 1” he checked her
roughly. “You’re not friendless yet,
and that nullifies all the rest. Bo
glad you've had your romance and
learned your lesson—”
“Please don’t think I'm not grateful
for your kindness,” site interrupted.
“But the disgrace—that can’t be blot-
ted out I”
“Oh, yes. It can.” he Insisted bluntly.
“There’s a way I know—”
A glimmering of that way had only
that Instant let a little light In upon
the darkness of his solicitous distress
for her. He rose nnd began to walk
and think, hands clasped behind him,
trying to make what he had in mind
seem right and reasonable.
“You mean beg my father to take
me back. I’ll die first!”
“There mustn’t be any more talk,
or even any thought, of anything like
that. I understand too well to ask the
Impossible of you. But there Is one
way out—a perfectly right way—If
you’re willing and bruve enough to
take n chance—a long chance."
Somehow she seemed to gain hope
>f his tone. She sat up, following bln
[ with eye* that aougtit Incredulously te
believe.
“Have I any choice?" aha asked.
"Tm desperate enough ..."
“God knows,” he said, "you’ll have
to be!"
"Try me."
He pauaed. standing over her.
"Desperate enough to marry a man
who’s bound to dlo within six months
and leava you free? I’m that man:
tha doctors glva me six months more
of life. Will you take my name to
free yourself? Heaven my witness,
you're welcome to 1L”
“Oh.” she breathed, aghast, “what
ara yon saying?*’
Tm proposing marriage," he said,
with his quaint, one-sided smile.
“Please listen: I came to this place
to make a quick end to my troubles—
but I’ve changed my mind about that,
now. What'a happened In this room
has made me see that nobody has
any right to—hasten things. But I
mean to leave the country—Immediate-
ly—and let death find me where It
will. I shall leave behind me a name
and a little money, neither of any con-
ceivable use to me. Will you take them,
employ them to moke your life what
it wus meant to be? It’s a little thing,
but It will make me feel a lot more
fit to go out of this world—to know
I’ve left at least one decent act to
mnrk my memory. There’s only this
far-fetched chance—I may live. It’s a
mllllon-to-one shot, but you’ve got to
bear It In mind. But really you can’t
lose—”
“Oh, stop, stop!” rbe Implored him,
half hysterical. “To think of marrying
to benefit by the death of a man like
you— 1”
“You’ve no right to look at It that
way.” He had a wry, secret smile for
his specious sophistry. “You’re being
asked to confer, not to accept, a favor.
It’s Just on act of kindness to a hope-
less man. I’d go mad If I didn’t know
you were safe from a recurrence of
the folly of this afternoon.”
“Don’t I” she cried—“don’t tempt
me. You’ve no right. ... You
don’t know how frantic I am. . . .”
“I do," he countered frankly. ’Tm
depending on Just that to swing you
to ray point of view. You've got to
come to 1L I mean you shall marry
me.”
She stared up at him, spellbound,
Insensibly yielding to the domination
of his will. It was Inevitable. He was
scarcely less desperate than she—and
"It’s a Bargain."
no less overwrought and unstrung;
and he was the stronger; In the na
tural course of things his will could
not but prevail.
The last trace of evening light had
faded out of the world before they
were agreed. Darkness wrapped them
In its folds; they were but as voices
warring in a black and boundless void.
Whitaker struck a match and ap-
plied it to the solitary gas-jet. A thin,
blue, sputtering tongue of flame re-
vealed them to one another. The girl
still crouched in her armchair, weary
and spent, her powers of contention
all vitiated by the losing struggle.
Whitaker was trembling with nervous
fatigue.
“Well?” he demanded.
“Oh, have your own way,” she said
drearily. "If It must be . .
“It’s for the best,” he Insisted ob-
stinately. “You’ll never regret It”
"One of us will—either you or I,”
she said quietly. “It’s too one-sided.
You want to give all and ask nothing
In return. It’s a fool’s bargain.”
He hesitated, stammering with sur-
prise. She had a habit of saying the
unexpected. “A fool’s bargain”—the
wisdom of the sage from the lips of a
child. . . .
“Then It’s settled,” he said, business-
like, offering his hand. “Fool’s bar-
gain or not—it's a bargain.”
She rose unassisted, then trusted her
slender lingers to his palm. She said
nothing. The steady gaze of her ex-
traordinary eyes abashed him.
They left the hotel together. Whit-
aker got his change of a hundred dol-
lars at the desk—“Mrs. Morten’s” bill,
of course. Included with his—and
bribed the bell-boy to take the suit-
case to the railway station and leave
It there, together with his own hand-
bag. Since he had unaccountably con-
ceived a determination to continue liv-
ing for a time, he meant to seek out
more pleasant accommodations for the
night
The rain had ceased, leaving a
ragged sky of clouds snd start la
patches. The air was warm and heavy
with wetness. Sidewalks glistened like
black watered silk; street lights mir-
rored themselves In fugitive poddies
In the roadways; limbs of trees over-
hanging tbs sidewalks shivered now
and again In a half-hearted breeze,
pelting the wayfarers with miniature
showers of lukewarm, scented drops.
Whitaker, taking his heart and his
fate In his hands, accosted a venerable
gentleman whom they encountered as
he was on the point of turnln" off the
sidewalk to private grounds.
“I beg your pardon,” he began.
The man paused and turned upon
them a saintly countenance framed In
hair like snow.
"There is something I can do for
you?” hs Inquired with punctilious
courtesy.
“If you will be kind enough to di-
rect me to a minister . .
"I am one.”
"I thought so,” said Whitaker. "We
wish to get married."
The gentleman looked from his face
to the girl's, then moved aside from
the gate. “This Is my home,” he ex-
plained. “Will you be good enough
to come In?”
Conducting them to hla private
study, he subjected them to a kindly
catechism. The girl said little, Whit-
aker taking upon himself the brunt of
the examination. Absolutely straight-
forward and Intensely sincere, he came
through the ordeal well, without being
obliged to disclose what he preferred
to keep secret. The minister, satis-
fied. at length called In the town clerk
by telephone; who Issued the license,
pocketed his fee, and In company with
the minister’s wife, acted as wit-
ness. . . .
Whitaker found himself on his feet
beside Mary Ladlslas. They were be-
ing married. He seemed to bear the
droning of the loom of the Fates. . . .
And they were man and wife. The
door had closed, the gate-latch clicked
behind them. They were walking
quietly side by side through the scent-
ed night, they whom God had joined
together. Neither found putlog to
say. At the station, Whitaker bought
his wife a ticket to New York and se-
cured for her solitary use a drawing-
room In the sleeper. Whitaker pos-
sessed himself of his wife's hand-bag
long enough to furnish It with a sum
of money and an old envelope bearing
the name and address of his law part-
ner. He explained that Drummond
would Issue her an adequate monthly
allowance and advise her when sha
should have become her own mlstresa
once more; In a word, a widow.
She thanked him briefly, quietly,
with a constraint he understood too
well to resent.
Both, perhaps, were sensible of some
relief when nt length the train thun-
dered in from the East, breathing smoke
and flame. Whitaker helped bis wife
aboard and Interviewed the porter in
her behalf. Then they had a moment
or two alone In the drawing-room, In
what was meant to be their first and
last parting.
She caught him suddenly by the
shoulders with both her bunds. Her
eyes sought his with a wistful courage
he could not hut admire.
"You know I’m grateful ...”
“Don’t think of It that way—though
Tm glad you are.”
“You’re a good man,” she said bro-
kenly.
He knew himself too well to be able
to reply.
“You mustn’t worry about me, now.
You've made things easy for me. I
can take care of myself, and ... I
shan’t forget whose name I bear.”
He muttered something to the effect
that he >.. s sure of that.
She released his shoulders and stood
back, searching his face with torment-
ed eyes. Abruptly she offered him her
hand.
“Good-by,” she said, her lips quiver-
ing—“Good-by, good friend!”
He caught the hand, wrung It
clumsily and painfully and . . .
realized that the train was In motion.
He had barely time to get away . . .
Ho found himself on the station plat-
form, stupidly watching the rear lights
dwindle down the tracks and wonder-
ing whether or not hallucinations were
a phase of his malady. A sick man
often dreams strange dreams. ...
A voice behind him, cool with a trace
of Irony, observed:
Td give a good deal to know Just
what particular brand of foolishness
you’ve been Indulging In, this time.”
He whirled around to face Peter
Stark—Peter quietly amused and very
much the master of the situation.
“Yoti needn’t think.” said he. “that
you have any chance on earth of escap-
ing my fond attentions, Hugh. I’ve
fixed It up with Nelly to wait until I
bring you home, a well man. before
we get married; and If you refuse to
be my best man—well, there won't be
any party. You can make up your
mind to that”
TROUBLE COSTHER
$1000, SHE SAYS
Mrs. Andrews Was Confined to
Her Home for Four
Long Years.
Lemons Whiten and
Beautify the Skin!
Make Cheap Lotion
ALMOST GAVE UP HOPE
Qoes to Movloa Now With Her Friends
and Enjoys Llfs 8'-ice
Tanlao Relieved.
Trouble.
“When my friends and neighbor.* seo
me going out to the movies with my
daughters and enjoying life once more
they tell me they can hardly believe
I am the same bed-ridden woman that
I was,” said Mrs. G. A. Andrews, of
6007 Missouri street, El Paso, Texas,
the other day.
“I was laid up for more than four
years with .rheumatism so I was unable
to leave my house, and fully half the
time I lay flat of my back In bed un-
able to move. My body and limbs
were so swollen they seemed to be
twice their natural size and my face
was puffed up so I could hardly see.
My kidneys gave me no end of trouble,
my head ached all the time like It
would burst and my feet and finger
tips tingled like they were asleep. My
nerves were all on edge so I would go
all to pieces at any little noise. My
appetite failed and I got so I had to
force myself to eat enough to keep me
alive.
“I had spent all of a thousand dol-
lars trying to get well, bu<. nothing did
me any good and I was about to give
up hope when I heard of Tanlac. I
was actually amazed to find I was get-
lng better from the first few doses.
I have taken three bottles so far and
the swelling has entirely disappeared.
My nerves are all right and I have so
much life and energy I want to keep
on the go all the time. I help with
the housework and the sewing and I
signed my name today for the first
time In four years. I could not have
believed it possible for any medicine
to do so much good In so short a time
ns Tanlac has done for me."
There Is a Tanlac dealer in your
town.—Adv.
The Juice of two fresh lemons strain-
ed Into a bottle containing three ounces
of orchard white makes a whole quar-
ter pint of the moat remarkable lemon
skin beaut! tier at about the cost one
must pay for a small Jar of the ordi-
nary cold creams. Care should be tak-
en to strain the lemon Juice through a
fine cloth so no lemon pulp gets In.
then this lotion will keep fresh fof
months. Every woman knows that lem-
on juice Is used to bleach snd remove
such blemishes as freckles, sallowneaa
and tan and Is the Ideal skin softener,
smoothener nnd beautlfler.
Just try Itl Make up a quarter pint
of this sweetly fragrant lemon lotion
and massage It dally into the facA
neck, arms and hnnds. It should natur-
ally help to whiten, soften, freshen and
bring out the hidden roses and beauty
of any skin. It Is wonderful for rough,
red hands.
Your druggist will sell three ouncei
of orchard white at little cost, and any
grocer will supply the lemona. Adv.
The Cure.
Signor Mascagni, the composer, often
leads the orchestra at La Scula in
Milan and at the Constansl in Rome.
He never refuses an encore.
“In my youth”—thus he explains the
matter—“I was an orchestra leader at
a dollar a day. Perhaps tny low pay
had soured me. At that time, at any
rate, I would not grant an encore for
any consideration.
“Well, leading ‘Santanello’ once In
Naples, I refused an encore of a cer-
tain song In my usual manner. The
Neapolitan audience shouted and
roared. I was, of course, firm. But
suddenly I felt a blow on the back of
my head nnd fell off my high chair
down among the violins.
“I had been struck with a stool
hurled from the top gallery. I rose and
promptly repeated the song which the
audience desired. From that day to
this I have never refused an encore."
No Cause for Alarm.
The other Monday afternoon a wom-
an rushed excitedly down an alley in
the poor quarter and. stopping at a
house, knocked loudly. Receiving no
reply, she knocked a second time. Still
no answer.
A third time she knocked, und then
a window flung open nnd a woman
whose appearance fJetrayed signs of
a sudden awakening leaned out.
“Well, what Is it?” she asked.
The woman below looked up and ex-
claimed with buted breath;
“Mrs. Skinner, yer ’usband’s got ten
days!”
"Dear, dear me, Mrs. Jones,” was the
reply, “Is that all? How yer did un-
nerve me! I thought it was thltt
scarecrow after the rent agin.”
Pardonable Crime.
He—If I should kiss you, would yon
have me arrested?
She—What would be the use? Any
Judge would acquit you.
DON’T GAMBLE
that your heart's all right Maks
sure. Take “Itenovlne”—a heart and
nerve tonic. Price 50c and 81.00.—Adv.
East Dallas, Tex., has renamed Ger-
mania street "America.”
DRUGGISTS PLEASED WITH
GOOD KIDNEY MEDICINE
I have sold your remedy for the part
fifteen years and have sufficient confidence
in it to give it my personal recommenda-
tion. I believe it is one of the best medi-
cines of its class on the market today and
I find pleasure in selling it at all timea.
Verv truly yours,
KAMINER’S DRUG STORE,
F. V. Kaminer, Prop.,
Nor. 4, 1916. Spartanburg, S. O.
Letter to
Dr. Kilmer te Co.
Binghamton, N. Y.
Prove What Swamp-Root Will Do For Yoa
Send ten ccnta to Dr. Kilmer A Co..
Binghamton, N. Y., for a sample tuse
bottle. It will convince anyone. _ You
will also receive a booklet of valuable in-
formation, telling pbout the kidneys and
bladder. When writing, be sure and men-
tion this paper. Large and medium size
bottles for sale at all drug stores.—Adv.
Would-be progressive people some-
times forget thnt a freight tralp
makes more noise than a limited ex-
press.
The man who never Jokes has to
look out that he doesn't get to be •
Vite himself.
Another good thing accomplished by
the war Is the restoration of economy
to the category of virtues.
Trieste, Austria, Is noted for meer-
schaum plpps.
A Message to Mothers
w rOU know the real human doctors right around In your neighborhood11
f the doctors made of flesh and blood just like you: the doctors with
* souls and hearts : those men who are responding to your call in the
dead of night as readily as in the broad _ daylight; they are ready
to tell you the good that Fletcher’s Castoria nas done, is doing and
will do, from their experience and their love for children.
Fletcher’s Castoria Is nothing new. We are not asking you to
try an experiment. We just want to impress upon you the importance
of buying Fletcher’s.
Your physician will tell you this, as
her of imitations on the market, and he
the welfare of your baby.
he knowa there are a num-
is particularly interested in
Genuine Castoria always bears the signature of
CHAPTER IV.'
Willful Missing.
It was one o’clock In the morning
before Whltnker allowed himself to be
persuaded; fatigue re-enforced every
stubborn argument of Peter Stark’s to
overcome his resistance. “Oh, have
your own way,” he said at length, un-
consciously iterating the words that
had won him a bride. “If It must
be . . . ”
-WW*«***W»»W**W»**»*-**W I
Whitaker has consented to go
seafaring. But hla mind Is on
the girl he has Just married.
What do you think ho will do
now?
(TO BE CONTLNTJKDJ
Feed the Fighters! Win the War!!
Harvest the Crop9 — Save the Yields
harvest period requires the combined forces of the two coup tries in team work, such
as the soldier boys in France and Flanders are demonstrating.
The Combined Fighter* In France and Flanders and the Combined
Harvesters In America WILL Bring the Allied Victory Hearer.
time will be reedy for harvesting. _
HELP YOUR CANADIAN NEIGHBOURS WHEN YOUR OWN CROP IS HARVESTED III
Canada Wants 40,000 Harvest Hands to Taks Caro of Its
13,000,000 ACRE WHEAT FIELD.
One cent e mile railway fare from the International boundary Une to deetlnatlon and the eaene
rate returning to the International Boundary.
High Wages, Good Board, Comfortable Lodgings.
An Identification Card issued at the boundary bj a Canadian Immigration Officer will guana-
*ee no trouble in returning to the United States.
f Immigration. Ottawa. Canada, or to
G. A. COO:t, 2012 Main Street, Kansas City, Mo.
CanadiAn Government Agent.
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The County Democrat. (Tecumseh, Okla.), Vol. 23, No. 50, Ed. 1 Friday, August 31, 1917, newspaper, August 31, 1917; Tecumseh, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1078322/m1/2/: accessed April 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.