The Moore Messenger. (Moore, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 13, Ed. 1 Saturday, February 5, 1910 Page: 2 of 8
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ILimmT/OM fiY KAY MLJW
cor, muni /tvt tr a.r rr.tiuAc * Co.
Nelly—They say he has turned ore?
a new leaf.
ned—he'd bo economical i'm afraid
he'll use the game one over again.
SCRATCHED SO SHE COULD
'1 write to tell you how thankful I
am for the wonderful Cutlcura Rem-
edies. My little niece had eczema for
five years and when her mother died
I took care of the child. It was all
over her face and body, also on her
head. She scratched bo that she could
not sleep nights. I used Cutlcura
Soap to wash her with and then ap-
plied Cutlcura Ointment. I did not
use quite half the Cutlcura Soap and
Ointment, together with Cutlcura Re-
solvent, when you could see a change
and they cured her nicely. Now she
Is eleven years old and has never been
bothered with eczema since. My
friends think It Is Just great the way
the baby was cured by Cutlcura. I
send you a picture taken when she was
about 18 months old.
"She was taken with the eczema
when two years old. She was covered
with big sores and her mother had all
the best doctors and tried all kinds of
salves and medicines without effect
until we used Cutlcura Remedies. Mrs.
H. Klernan, 663 Qulncy St, Brooklyn.
N. Y.. Sept 27, 1909."
Fog-Eye's Plaintive Protest.
Fog-Eye Smith of northweBt Wy-
oming bore an appalling fucado. Ills
style of beauty was a blight. Depend
ing upon his horrific exterior, he was
in the habit of trying to awe newcom-
ers. On one occasion, alTecting some
displeasure at the manner In which a
pallid stranger watered his liquor, Mr
Smith announced, frowning, that un
less he detected Immediate amend-
ments he would send tho neophyte
home in a market basket. "Which I'll
sure tear you up a whole lot," said
Fog-Eye. Half an hour later Mr. Smith
was found groping about on tho floor
under tho poker table, hunting for his
glass eye, and muttering to himself
The stranger asked with some evi
dence of impatience what new line of
Bentiments Mr. Smith was now har
boring. That injured resident, glaring
malevolently from beneath tho furni-
ture, replied: "Which I suro do hate a
man with no sense of humor."
The story i>i n- It 1' •!"' slilpwrifk "f
the itrnimr on wlilrli Miss
Instil", an Aim Ti'mi ticlret . l-"™' Wln-
thrope, "" Englishman, nml Turn Hlutn.
a brusejue American, won passenger!*.
Th«* tliro® w«*r * toMOu upon Jtri UMirinan-
Ited Island and were th« only «"** ",'1
drowned, lilake, Hhunned on tin- bout,
bcciuw of hln ruufftinviw. became a In-ro
fit* pr«?Berv*r « f the helpl* KH pair. n e
Englishman whh huIiik for the hund or
mim i .<*h1I<". Wlnthrop#* wanted iiih lant
match on a f«>r which >r was
•cored bv Blake. All three i-onatructe l
hatn to shield thamaelves from th.- nun
Thry then feasted nil rocoamlts. the only
procurable food. Miss LesllA sliow it u
llkln* for Blake hut iletesteil his roiiBli-
iusb. by Hlilke. they establlshetl a
home In some cliffs. lllski' found a frt-Kh
Water sprltiK. Miss I.« -IU- fan,I an lin
pleasant situation. Hulks recovered his
aurveyor's magnifying tsluss, iluis lnsiir-
fnu tire. Me started a Jungle lire, kllllmi
a large leopard and amotlierliig ''V« ■ >1
cubs. In the leopard's cavern they built
a small liorne. They gained the cliffs by
burning the bottom of a tree until It fell
against the heights. The trio .secured
■ Kris from the cliffs. MIsm T.cmIIc k whlt
nlilrt was decided upon us a signal. Miss
U-slle maile a dress from the leopard
skin. Overhearing a conversation l -
tween Wake and Wliithrope, Miss lx-.<lie
became frightened. Wlnthrope became
111 with fever. Wake was poisoned by a
fish and almost died. Jarkals attack,nl
the camp that night, but were driven orr
by Genevieve, lilake constructed an am-
mal trap It killed a hyena, on a tour
the trio discovered honey and oysten;.
Miss l.cslle was stlackcd by a poisonous
snake Wake killed it and saved lis |)ol-
nn lo kill game. For the second time
Wlnthrope was attacked by fever lie
and lilake disagreed. The latter made a
at ron g door for the private compartment
of Miss l,eslle's cave home. A terrible
atorm raged that night. Wlnthrope slide
Into her room, but she managed to swing
her door closed In time. Wlnthrope was
badly hurt. He died the following morn-
ing. The storm tore down the r distress
flag, so a new one was swung from a
Understanding and Misunderstanding.
One on the Judge.
A aewly qualified Judge in one of
the small towns of Tennessee was
trying one of his first criminal cases.
The accused was an old darky who
was accused of robbing a hen-coop.
He had been in court before on a sim-
ilar charge and was then acquitted.
"Well. Tom," began the Judge, "1
Bee you're In trouble again."
"Yes, sail," replied the darky; "the
last time, Jedge, you was ma lawyer."
"Where Is your lawyer this time?"
asked the judge.
"1 ain't got no lawyer this time,"
answered Tom. "I'm going to tell the
Do you look for a favorable
come to your lawsuit?"
"No; but the lawyers do."—Houston
HARD TO DROP
But Many Drop It.
A young Calif, wife talks about coffee:
"It was hard to drop Mocha and
Java and give Postum a trial, but my
nerves were so shattered that I was
a nervous wreck and of course that
means all kinds of ails.
"At first I thought bicycle riding
caused it and I gave it up, but my con
•lltion remained unchanged. I did not
want to acknowledge coffee caused the
trouble for I was very fond of it At
that lime a friend came to live with
us, and I noticed that after he had
been with us a week ho would not
drink his coffee any more. I asked him
the reason. He replied, 'I have not had
a headache since I left off drinking cof-
fee, some months ago, till last week,
when I began again, here at your table.
I don't see how anyone can like coffee,
anyway, after drinking Postum!'
"I said nothing, but at once ordered
a package of Postum. That was five
months ago, and we have drank no
coffee since, except on two occasions
when we had company, and the resull
each time was that my husband could
not sleep, but lay awake and tossed
N the morning she touad
Blake scraping energetical-
ly at the inner surfaces of
a pair of raw hyena skins.
"So you've killed more game!" she
"Game? No; hyenas. I hated to
waste good poison on the brutes; but
nothing else showed up, and I need a
new pair of pa—er—trousers.
"Was it not dangerous—great beasts
"Not even enough to make It inter-
esting. I'd have had some fun,
though, with that, confounded lion
when the moon came up if ho hadn't
sneaked off into the grass.
"Yes. Didn't you hear him? The
skulking brute prowled around for
hours before the moon rose, when it
was pitch dark. It was mighty lone-
some, with him yowling down by the
pool. Half a chance and I'd given him
something to yowl about. Itut It
wasn't any use firing off my arrows in
the dark, and, as I said, he sneaked
"Tom—Mr. Blake!—you must not
risk your life!"
"Don't you worry about me. I ve
learned how to look out for Tom
Blake. And you can just bank on it
I'm going to look out for Miss Jenny
Leslie, too! But say, after breakfast,
suppose we take a run out on the cliff
"I do not wish any to-day, thank
He waited a little, studying her
"Well," he muttered; "yotl don't
have to come. 1 know I oughtn t lo
take a moment's time. I did quite a
bit last night; but if you think—"
She glanced up, puzzled. His mean-
ing flashed upon her, and she rose.
"Oh, not that! I will come," she
answered, and hastened to prepare
the morning meal.
When they came to the tree-ladder
she found that the heap of stones
built up by Blake to facilitate the first
part of the ascent was now so high
that she could climb into the branches
without difficulty. She surmised that
Blake had found It necessary to build
up the pile before he could ascend
with his burden.
They were at the foot of the heap,
when, with a sharp exclamation, Blake
sprang up into the branches and
scrambled to the top In hot haste.
Wondering what this might mean.
Miss Leslie followed as fast as she
could. When she reached the top she
saw him running across towards an
out-Jutting point on the norl',1 edge of
She had hurried after him for more
than half the distance before she per-
ceived the vultures that were gath-
ered In a solemn circle about a long
and narrow heap of stones on a ledge
down on the sloping brink of the cliff.
While at the foot of the tree Blake
had seen one of the grewsome flock
"I'm Fixing It So It'll Do Me Even When It Rains."
few more will do no
and talked half the night. We were
convinced that coffee caused his suffer- d*scpn(jing to join the other, and,
Ing, so he returned to Postum, con- j fe.irfu, of what night be happening,
vinced that coffee was an enemy In- 1 ^ on ahead
stead of a friend, and he is troubled i ^ h|g approacj,. the croaking watch-
no more with insomnia. | ^ hoppeii awUwardly from the ledges
"I, myself, have gained 8 pounds n 80arec, away. oniy l0 wheel and
weight, and my nerves have ceased to overhead. Miss Leslie
quiver. It seems so easy now to quit
coffee that caused our aches and ails j
and take up Postum." >
Read the little book, "The Road to |
Wellvllle," in pkgs. "There's a Reason." |
Ever rend !"«• above lettert A "ew
shrank down, shuddering. Blake came
buck near her, and began to ga'her
up the rieces or loose rock which
were strewn about beneath the
ledges on that part of the cliff.
I know I piled up enough." ho ex-
"Then you are sure those awful
birds have not—"
"Yes, I'm sure."
He carried an armful of rocks to
lay on the mound. When he began
to gather more she followed his ex-
ample. They worked in silence, piling
the rough stones gently one upon an-
other, until the cairn had grown to
twice its former size. The air on the
open cliff top was fresher than in the
cleft, and Miss Leslie gave little heed
to the absence of shade. She would
have worked on under the burning sun
without thought of consequences.
But Blake knew the need of modera-
"There; that'll do," he said. "He
may have been—all he was; but we've
no more than done our duty. Now,
we'll stroll out on the point."
"I should prefer to return."
"No doubt. But it's time you
learned how to go nesting. Wljat if
you should be left alone here? Be-
sides, it looks to me like the signal is
She accompanied him out. along the
cliff crest until they stood in tho midst
of the bird colony, half deafened by
their harsh clamor. She had never
ventured into their concourse when
alone. Even now she cried out, and
would have retreated before the charp
bills and beating wings had not Blake
walked ahead and kicked the squawk-
ing birds out of the path. Having
made certain that tho big white flag
was still secure on its staff he led the
way along the seaward brink of the
cliff, pointing out the different kinds
of seafowl and shouting information
about such of their habits and quali-
ties as were of concern to hungry cast-
He concluded the lesson by descend-
ing a dizzy flight of ledges to rob the
nest of a frigate bird. It was a fool-
hardy feat at best, and doubly so in
view of the thousands of eggs lying
all around in the hollows of the cliff
top. But from these Blake had re-
cently culled out all the fresh settings
of the frigate birds and none of the
other eggs equaled them in delicacy
"How's that?" he demanded, as lie
drew himself up over the edge of the
cliff and handed the big chalky-white
egg into her keeping.
"I would rather go without than
see you take such risks," she replied,
"You would, eh?" he cried, quite
misunderstanding her, and angered by
what seemed to him a gratuitous re-
buff. "Well, I'd rather you'd say
nothing than speak in that tone. If
you don't want the egg heave it over
Unable to conceive any cause for
his sudden anger, she was alarmed
and drew back, watching him with
"What's the matter?" he demanded.
"Think I'm going to bite you?"
She shrank farther away, and did
At her call to the noon meal Blake
morose and taciturn. She met him
with a smile and exerted all her wom-
anly tact to conciliate him.
"You must help me eat the egg,"
she said. "I've boiled It hard."
"Rather eat beef," he mumbled.
"But just to please me—when I've
cooked it your way?"
He uttered an inarticulate sound
which she chose to interpret as as-
sent. The egg was already shelled.
She cut it exactly in half and served
one of the pieces to him with a bit of
warm fat and a pinch of salt. As he
took the dish he raised his sullen
eyes to her face. She met his gaze
with a look of smiling insistence.
"Come now," she said; "please don t
refuse. I'm sorry I was so rude."
"Well, if you feel that way about
it!—not that I care for fancy dishes,"
he resnonded, gruffly.
"It would be missing half the en-
and onions in the same dish.'
"I'm sure, Mr. Blake—"
"Beats a burlesque all hollow—Mrs.
Sint-Regis-Waldoff's chop-sooey tea
and young Mrs. Vandam-Jones' auto-
cotillon—with us sitting here like
troglodytes, chewing snake-poisoned
antelope, and you in that Kundiy
"Do you—I was not aware that you
knew about music."
"Don't know a note. But give me
a chance to hear good music and I'm
there if I have to stand in the peanut-
"Oh, I'm so glad! I'm very, very
fond of music! Have you been to
"In Germany. It is where his
operas are given as staged by Wagner
himself. It is indescribably grand
and inspiring—above all, the Par-
"I'll most certainly take that in,
even if I have to cut short my en-
gagement in this gee-lorious clime—
not but what, when it comes to leopard
ladies—" He paused and surveyed her
with frank admiration.
The blood leaped into her face.
"Oh!" she gasped, "I never dreamed
npr unnrnni from in r < *' * * , , tt . ,<
i,r<- genuine, true, and full of h*as«« ^ pinned, in response to her look. AH
that even such a man as you
compare me with—with a creature
"Such a man as me!" repeated
Blake, staring. "What do you mean?
I know I'm not much of a ladies' man;
but to be yanked up like this when a
fellow is trying to pay a compliment
well, it's not just what you'd call
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Blake. I
"That's all right, Miss Jenny! I
don't ask any lady to beg my pardon.
The only thing is I don't see why you
should flare out at me that way."
For a full minute she sat, with
down-bent head, her face clouded with
doubt and indecision. At last she ;
bravely raised her eyes to meet his. |
' Do you wonder that I am not quite
myself?" she asked. "You should re-
member that I have always had the
utmost comforts of life and have been
cared for— Don't you see how ter-1 stack
"I can't be sorry for that!"
"But even you felt how terrible I-
w;u—and then— Oh. u.ely, you -jus
see how—how enibirr,.: t '—"
It was Blake's turn t i 1 >u.: daw
and hesitate. She studied his face,
her bosom heaving with quick-;!t-cwr
breath; but she could make noLiiint
of his sqim.v Jaw and flrm-sct lips
His eyes were concealed by tho briir
of his leaf hat. When he ::pake, seem-
ingly it was to change ihe subject:
"Guess you saw me making my tut.
I'm fixing it so it'll do me oven JVhen
Had he been the kind of mail thai
she hml been educated to consider as
alone entitled to the name of gentle
man. she could have felt certain thai
he hud Intended the remark tor a del-
icately worded assurance. But was
Tom Blake, for all his b!uit kindli-
ness, capable of such tact? She
cliose to consider that lie was.
"It's a ctf.ininK' little haasalor. But
will not the rain flood you out?"
"It's going to have a raised floor.
You're more like to have the rain
drive in on you again. I'll have to rig
up a porch over your door. It won't
do to stuff up the hole. You ve little
enough air as it is. But that can
wait a while. There's other work
more pressing. First, there's the bar-
ricade. By the time that's done those
hyena skins will be cured enough to
use. I've got to havo new trousers
soon, and new shoes, too."
"I can do the sewing, if you will cut
out tho patterns."
"No; I'll take a stagger at it my
self first. I'd rather you'd go egging.
Yon need to run around more, to keep
"I feel quite well now, and I am
growing so strong! The only thing
is this constant heat."
"We'll have to grin nnd bear it.
After all, it's not so bad, if only we
can stave off the fever. Another rea
son I want you to go for eggs is that
you can take your time about it, and
keep a look-out for steamers."
"Then you think—?"
' Don't screw up your hopes too
high. We've little show of being
picked up by a chance boat on a coast
with reefs like this. But I figure that
if I was in your daddy's shoes it'd be
joyment to eat such a delicacy with-
out some one to share it," she said.
Blake looked away without answer
But she could see that his face was
beginning to clear. Greatly encour-
aged, she chatted away as though they
were seated at her father's dinner
table and he was an elderly friend
from the business world whom it was
her duty to entertain.
For a while Blake betrayed little in-
terest, confining himself to monosyl-
lables except when he commented on
the care with which she had cooked
the various dishes. When she least
expected, he looked up at her, his lips
parted in a broad smile. She stopped
short, for she had been describing hor
first social triumphs and his untimely
levity embarrassed her.
"Don't get mad. Miss Jenny," he
said, his eyes twinkling. "You don't
know how funny it seems to sit here
and listen to you talking about those
things. It's like serving up ice cream
high time for me to be cabling a ship
to run up from Natal, or down from
Zanzibar, to look around for jettison,
"I'm sure papa will offer a big re-
"Second the motion! I've a sort
of idea I wouldn't mind coming in for
a reward myself."
"You? Oh, yes; to be sure. Papa
Is generous, and he will be grateful
to anyone who—"
"You think I moan his dirty
money!" broke in Blake, hotly.
Her confusion told him that he had
not been mistaken. His face, only
a moment since bright and pleasant,
took on its sullenest frown.
Miss Leslie rose hurriedly and
started along the cleft.
"Hello!" he called. "Not going for
eggs now, are you?"
She did not reply.
"Hang It all, Miss Jenny! Don't go
off like that."
"May I ask you to excuse me, Mr.
Blake? Is that sufficient?"
"Sufficient? It's enough to give a
fellow a chill! Come, now; don't go I
off mad. You know I've a quick tem-
per. Can't you make allowances?" j
"You've—you've no right to look so
angry, even if I did misunderstand
you. You misunderstood me!" She
caught herself up with a half sob. His
silence gave her time to recover her
composure. She continued with ex-
cessive politeness: "Need I repeat
my request to be excused, Mr. Blake?"
"No; once is enough! But, honest,
now, I didn't mean to be nasty."
"Good-day," Mr. Blake."
"Oh, da-darn it, good-day!" he
When, a few minutes later, she re-
turned, -he was gone. He did not
come back until some time after dark,
when she had withdrawn to her lean-
to for the night. His hands were
bleeding from thorn scratches; but
after a hasty supper ne went back
down the cleft to build up the new
wall of the barricade with the great
of fresh thorn-brush that
Not the Proper Atmosphere.
Overheard outside §t. Ann s church
First City Man—Are you going in
to hear the archdeacon to-day?
Second City Man—No, 1 think not.
It puts me in the wrong frame oi
mind for business for the rest of Uw
Associate with men of good Judg-
ment, for Judgment is found in con
versation. And we make another
man's judgment ours by frequenting
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took his time to respond, and when ; rible it is for me? And then the death ; had #athered during the afteraooa.
[ be at. last came to join her he was | of—of—"
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