The Daily Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 211, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 30, 1916 Page: 2 of 4
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NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
A STORY Of THE GREAT NORTH WEST
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f^l*tz of I tally's lumber camp direct*
a B'rnng r to the camp. Walter Sundry
Introduce* hlnmelf to John Daily, fore-
man. at. 'the Dilllnffsworth Lumber Co.,
or moit of It." He inaken acquaintance
with the ramp and the work. Sllets tells
Mm of tb 1'reacher. He discovert) that
BUets b*ars the «lgn of the fillet* tribe of
Indian* and wonder* what her surname
In the flush of a tender moment he
calls her "the Night Wind In the Pines.'
anil klHHee her. Poppy Ordway. a maga-
zine writer from N -w York, comes to
Dally a. Hampden of the Yellow Fine#
Co. clulrne title to the Bast Belt. Handry't
and Hampden's men fight over the dls
puted tract. The Preacher stops the fight.
Bandrv flndr J -
that the deed to the Bast
welt has never been recorded. Poppy
flirts with Hampden and tells Handry that
Hampden Is crooned and that she'll g«*.
him. Poppy goes to Salem In search of
evidence against Hampden. Sundry's men
desert him for Hampden, who has offered
!u°ro. mor"*y 81'*'* goes to her friends
the 81 washes ond persuades them to work
for Sandry to save the contract. Poppf
tells Sandry that she has proof of Hamp-
den s filing bogus entries In collusion with
the commission. She sees Blletz an.i
Sandry talking together and become*
Jealous The big timber raft In started on
its way. but S blown up and Sandry Is
dangerously Injured Poppy Insists on
taking care of Sandry and says she Is his
promised Wife. "No." cries Sllets. "he
Kissed me and I am his woman." In San-
dry * delirium he gives Poppy a clue to
his past. On recovering l>ally tells him of
the succesful filling of his contract and
ne says that he Is going after Hampden
•Ii... and "get him straight." Ma
I ii i ■howB Sandry Poppy's not -s of his
delirious talk. Poppy plava with Hamp-
den. and asks Sandry when he will let
ner us© Information to stop the crooked
dealing He refuses her aid and she tells
nun she Is going East for a while Hack
r.ast Poppy finds that Sandry held up an
associate of a crooked partner of his fa-
5 . Uor„,he Prlce of the I Mill riKwnrth
lumber Co.. the associate dying the same
™*ht- l*°PPy Ifoes back to Daily's and
nints to Sandry tlutt she knows hla secret
The Price of Peace.
Important events have a way of
striking from ambush, without warn-
ing. So did the telegram which found
Sandry idling among th^se women, so
strangely mixed up with his life, who
held together for his sake, though
wide apart as the poles. It said sim-
ply. "Come at once. Mr. Wilton San-
dry failing rapidly." and waB signed by
the famous specialist.
When the young man road It his
face went white as a swooning wom-
an's and the hands that held the yel-
low paper shook uncontrollably.
His lips sot with a deadly illness
and he stared unseeingly out across
"The Incentive!" triumphed Poppy
Ordway, "but oh. why must It take him
from me Just now! 1 hate it!" and
sullen anger and disappointment flared
for an unguarded moment in her eyes
Hut the face of Siletz between Its
braids had suddenly fallen into the
mold of grief, faithful reflection of
Sandry's own. and she slid off the
porch to step softly, unconsciously
near, with her hands clasped in dis-
An hour later the owner of the Dll
lingworth gave a band to Poppy and
Siletz simultaneously, looked from one
face to the other, saw Love in the
black eyes and the blue, and felt a
pain at his heart that he could not
Ma put a motherly touch on his
shoulder and said a word that was
simple and earnest and tender as her
great heart. John took his kist hur-
ried orders, and Sandry was off in the
rig he had telephoned for to Toledo.
Weak and sad and torn by emo
tions. he watched for two whole days
the great West slide by his Pullman
window—that wondrous West whose
subtle charm had laid abiding hold
upon his soul.
So at last he reached New YorL-.
looked with odd unfamiliarity upon its
gayety and life, and hurried to
great old house in Riverside drive.
Breathless, weak, scarce able to /
stand for the strain on his right llml: I
Sandry paused with Higgins hovering t
adoringly around him in the dusky ^
draped hall before the magnificent '
room of the ivories and browns.
There was the ache of tears in his
throat, a terrible horror of what lay
behind the closed doors, an unendur
able anguish of abnormal love, but he
squared his shoulders, lifted his head
with his old. jaunty air and entered
He even called a smile to his lips.
In the high-canopied, copper-posted
bed lay the old financier. The fine,
old face with Its pleasant tracery was
marked by the hand of the Last Ac
countant. but It was still the face of
a great and good man. still held Its
benignity, its kindliness and courtli
Now. with Sandry'B step, a mighty
| Walter, and it has been a splendid
Journey—a grand Journey—and 1 thank
my Maker for It! 1 have been blessed
beyond most men, beyond my deserts
Your mother—she was above price—1
cannot estimate her by any method.
She was my one lovo and 1 have never
thought of another in all my long life.
May you find her equal, my son, a pure
woman with a heart of the gold of
undying love. She was an Estabrook—
the best blood in the country. She left
me you—a son such as only she could
leave—and you have proved worthy of
her life. In character, intellect, up-
rightness—oh. what a son you are!
The great specialist, standing in the
curtained alcove of the window behind
the empty wheeled chair, turned anx-
iously. Little Doctor Gentry came for-
"Not too much, Mr. Sandry," he
warned, "too much exertion, you
The dying man looked up with that
glowing fire in his keen eyes.
"Have 1 not waited for this hour?"
he smiled. "Have I not held back the
sickle of the Reaper for this one hour?
Let it be full, my friend—this is my
son—my son, of whom I am proud as
Alexander of his conquered world! —
and I have him here. Let it be full!"
And Sandry, his heart like stone In
his breast, smiled back with the same
blue fire of keen eyes.
"Old chap." he said lovingly, "we're
a pair together—I owo what I am to
you. sir—you have been my pattern."
"Tush, boy! You got your nature
from your mother. Only your excel-
lent grip of finance, your youthful abil-
ity, your forging qualities." here there
was a ring om unmistakable pride in
the words, "that, I do flatter myself 1
bequeathed you, and it is a good gift,
a great gift when it goes with square-
ness. uprightness, and thiB you have
to a supernatural extent. That was
my last worry—the uncertainty as to
whether or not you possessed it—the
gift of ability. You have removed It.
I am at peace."
Sandry. looking full at the speaker,
turned a dull crimson from brow to
throat, but every nerve in his body
thrilled with a reckless triumph.
"My own success has been my third
great blessing. How great a blessing
a satisfaction, a pride—a weakness, 1
may say, I am afraid to think.
"That I bullded so well and held my
completed structure through the con
tinual changes and dangers of busi-
ness life has been my roundlng-out.
the pleasant finish to my career. Now,
boy. it goes to you—the fine, great
structure of my fortune."
He ceased and smiled in an un-
bounded pride which proved his words
and was as balm to Sandry's soul
The son bowed his head In courtly
acknowledgment of a magnificent gift,
and his father went on:
"1 have let you make your start with
the bare purchase price of your under-
—you now. That's sufficient Just
your dear face, boy—so like—hers—to
be with me at the—last moment."
The gasping was more pronounced
and Sandry, his face like ashes, raised
the old man higher In his arms, hold-
ing him tightly against his shoulder
He glanced appealingly at Doctor Gen-
try. who shook his head. Then the
son smiled down bravely in the bright
eyes upon his face.
"All right, sir," he said simply,
"your word has ever been my law
We'll hush if you say so. 1 thank God
I'm here now."
"—satisfied. You're—a man, mv—
son. A man—and a good—son. I'm
The word trailed off suddenly, leav
Ing the lips open. There was a long
breath, broken abruptly. The eyes
closed naturally, slowly. The white
head slid gently down from Sandry's
With a cry that rang through the
room, Walter Sandry sprang up. HtUng
"Father!" he cried once terribly
Then he laid It back upon the bed.
turning away with shaking lips.
He clasped his hands hard behind
him, while Doctor Gentry came silent-
ly and laid an arm around his shoul
In his soul was waging a seething
turmoil of emotiqns—anguish and sol-
emn Joy, shame and triumph, certainty
"At peace!" ho was thinking wildly.
"At peace and content!" while before
him his strained eyes camo the thin
page from Siletz' old Bible with its
cry "Oh, Absalom! My son, my son!"
wailed for the boy who fell from grace.
"My Boy!" He Whispered Brokenly.
taking, struggle along on insufficient
capital, fight to make your ends meet—
oh. 1 know how it is in a new busi-
ness!—to prove you. Now the way is
open and you will go far. 1 am—at—
With the last sentence there came a
catch in the strong voice, a space be-
gladness fell upon it, a light of Joy tween breaths The specialist stepped
that was all-illuminating. juickly forward.
"Walter!" he cried out in a voice "Mr. Sandry—" he said warningly.
of momentary strength. "Oh. my son! : but nothing could stop the last up-
My son!' rush of that indomitable spirit, the last
And with a shudder to the boy8iflarae Qf joy an(j hurrying commun-
ears came an echo, "Absalom!"
He dropped beside the bed, gath
ered the white head In his arms, and
rocked to and fro as womon rock in
Presently Mr. Wilton Sandry pushed
his son from him with failing hands
ion for which he had lingered with
one hand on the open gate of eternity.
"No"—he went on—"this is my hour.
I am full—of triumph. I'm singing—
my swan song, Walter—and I'm—
ashamed—to say—it Is all on two
notes — love — that's — all right—and
and gazed upon his face with the jjride. Pride, my boy—pride of life—
starved eyes of long-denied affection
"My boy!" he whispered brokenly,
"my life's crown, the point of my
The long, white hands quivered on
Handry'e shoulders. The bright, blue
©yes began to l\ght marvelously
"1 am ai the end of my journey,
of—your mother's—love—of you—and
—of—of my financial success!"
He halted a moment and the special-
ist hurriedly gave him a few drops of
some powerful stimulunt
"Oh. If I could have been here soon-
er, sir!" groaned Sandry.
"Hush! You—couldn't. And 1—
Proof at Last.
The summer was upon the hills with
"Mighty onusual," said Ma Daily,
'this here heat. Hottest it's been fer
many a year; "it's a-goin' to be a
mighty dry season an' It's a-comin'
Which prophecy seemed due to be
fulfilled. A blue heat haze lay deep In
the valleys, hung amid the hills. The
deep floor of pine needles in the big
woods was already dry as powder, and
it was only late July. The camp was
humming ahead with the work. They
had exceeded their expectations in
getting out logs, sending out more
than they had planned.
Miss Ordway. still mistress of the
little south room, worked feverishly
at the new story of the timberlands.
A bit of her brightness, some of her
painstaking cheeriness. was gone with
the summer's heat. She had thought
that long before this she would have
won. that the engagement she had so
daringly announced would be a fact.
She could not understand his holding
out against her.
Sandry had made many trips to
Salem, consulting with the lawyer he
had summoned from tho East, who was
turning heaven and earth in an effort
to prove what Sandry knew to be
true of Hampden, but it was unavail-
ing. The young commissioner at Sa-
lem was "on to his Job" and the weeks
flaw by with not one raveled end to
the ball of fraud and deception and
criminal intrigue which lay snug in the
doctored records of the state land of-
fice Miss Ordway had dropped her
filing for the timber claim and the
young commissioner was uneasily
searching his offices for the two let-
ters and a missing account book. He
did not faintly suspect that the last
time he had seen them was during the
visit to Salem of the charming new
acquisition to the "ring" In fact,
some of those days were still shrould-
ed in a nebulous haze of mystery—red
wine and red lips and a heady infatua-
But things were approacning an-
other change in Daily's lumber camp.
One day in late July Sandry wrote sev-
eral letters and Poppy Ordway. lean-
ing familiarly over his shoulder,
reached out a hand for them.
"I'm going up to the forked stick."
she said languidly, "and I'll take
The dainty fingers were all but
trembling with eagerness, for she saw
that one of them was addressed to
John H. Musseldorn. at a town in New
Jersey. There was none to observe
her on the sunny Siletz road behind
the low growth of spruce, and when
she strolled down the little meadow
again toward the cook-shack, that par-
ticular letter lay safe Inside the bosom
of her dress.
She went straight to the south room,
entered and closed the door. Her
hands trembled violently, but there
was no compunction for what she was
about to do In her heart. She was
pretty well armed with knowledge that
would give her a hold on Sandry. in
case she was forced to uses it, but
here, she believed, would be proof pos-
itive. the actual written word that she
might hold before his eyes in some
hard event of the future.
With strong excitement she slit the
envelope, drew out the sheet and be-
gan to read. Faster and faster came
her hot breath, redder and redder
grew her cheeks, while triumph spar-
kled in her eyes. She moved slightly
on her slippered feet, a little motion
of satisfaction that set her garments
whispering—as when the tiger, scent-
ing its prey, squirms before the leap.
With eager haste she sat down at
her typewriter and began to write.
When Bhe had finished an hour later,
after long intervals of study, there lay
under her hand a very creditable brief
of the famous Whitby case—a verba-
tim copy of President Whitby's last
letter, a concise history of Walter San
dry's life since college, the notes 4n
the red morocco book, plainly speci-
fied as his delirious words, and a copy
of this letter to Musseldorn. Taken
together, they made a chain of deduc-
tions so plain and simple as to be
At that moment Sandry himself,
stepping near tho south window, called
her to come out and see tne Siletx
squaws with their pyramids of bas-
kets going down to Toledo. At his
voice sh^ laid a jealous hand over the
papers, hurriedly pushed them back
for safety, and rose. Hut Fate, that
had been waiting, gave overlmpetus to
the cautious motion and shoved them
a little too far back, so that they hung
In the Hmall apace between the type-
writer stand and the wall—hung ten-
tatively until the wind from the clos-
ing door, which, as if It, too. were in
conspiracy, did no* latch, caught them
and pulled them down to the clean,
rag carpeted floor.
"Come, 8'letz," called Sandry as they
started for the road to intercept the
basket-bearers, but Siletz, sitting in
the west door with her chin in her
cupped palms, shook her head.
The heat was Intense for the coast
country, dry and brilliant, and the
hills were blue as turquoise. She
watched Sandry and Miss Ordway for
The Young Commissioner Was Un-
easily Searching His Offices.
a long time as they picked among th6
treasures from the tide-lands, and pre
ently they fell in with the small, brown
women and all disappeared around the
bend in the Siletz road.
The aching fury began to rise in her
at thought of those two, alone, leav-
ing the women, idling back together.
Perhaps they would climb the hills for
a way, and sit together—perhaps—but
here the sadness fell upon her that
said she was unworthy.
Had he not kissed her, and was she
not his woman? His eyes were true,
and they had spoken things that bade
her be calm. Not yet had she learned
the lesson of his greatness that kept
him always bo quiet and sane, even
There came a step beside her, a soft
step padding on the worn, bare floor,
and CooBtiah came from the east
porch, panting with the heat. He
leaned against the jamb of the door
to the little south room, scratching
luxuriously, and promptly Jumped as
the door swung swiftly inward. Again
Fate smiled impishly and sent at that
auspicious moment the first good
breeze of the warm day sucking up
the valley. It! caught the papers on
the floor undt^the typewriter tablp,
fluttered theif"~Jaringly, and with a
whistle and /><Mcop bor* them turn
bling out across the swept boards of
the eating-room floor, to lodge against
the rocker of Ma's little chair.
The girl in the doorway turned,
reaching out a half-unwilling hand to
save her rival's property. Not yet had
Siletz learned a tenth of Sandry's
code, else she would have folded the
packet and laid it aside.
Instead, with the freedom of camp
life and utter innocence, she began
to read, wonderingly at first, then, as
she saw Sandry's name, with hushed
breath and parted lips. When she had
finished the first part she paused and
stared out across the sloping lift of
meadow, already sere and brown with
the summer heat. Puzzled, but half
comprehending, yet filled with a name-
less fear, she felt her fingers shaking
as she turned tho page to Sandry's
Daily's Camp. To'.edo. July 29. 19-
John H. Musseldorn—
The time of restitution has begun. As
you mad.- the structure of my father's
fortune but a gutted and empty shell, so
you alone have the knowledge and the
cunning to fill It to Its former substance
unknown to the outside world. Wilton
Sandry Is gone, but hla pride remains
and it must oe upborne. Here Is the re-
mittance which I told you would some
day bo forthcoming Take It and obtain
the deed to the Meadowlands Farm which
you sold, squandering the money. Put It
In my name as part of the Sandry es-
tate. No matter what you have to face
to get L—get It. This is a threat Re-
member that those proofs, which vou and
your accomplice thought destroyed, ure
safe In my possession.
"From time to time you will be called
upon to manage the buying back of ev-
ery piece of property, every horse on the
breeding farms, every stock and bond
that you. under the power-of-attorney
which an honorable and trusting old man
Invested in you when he could no longer
be about, sold—for your own profit.
Through travail and bloody sweat I kept
my fattier In ignorance of his ruin until
As I had no mercy on James B. Whit-
by for hi* share with you In the Infam-
ously legitimate deals which made Wil-
ton Sandry an unconscious pauper, so
will I have no mercy on you. You know
what I know, and shake In your shoes
because of It. So far so good. I shall ex-
pect the deed to the Meadowlands Farms
as speedily us it can be arranged.
Trembling with premonition of dis-
aster to Sandry. Siletz sat holding
the strange documents. A great anger
began to well in her against the other
woman. She opened the buttons of
her blue shirt and dropped the folded
packet Inside its blouse.
On the Siletz road Sandry and Miss
Ordway were strolling back. Thef
stopped a moment at the forked stick,
and Poppy Ordway dropped Sandry's
letter, re-sealed, into the sack before
his very eyes. It was a daring thing
tt> do and it set her blood leaping for
Joy in her own coolness. When they
reached the camp she went directly
to her room.
It was a long time before she came
out again, and Sandry had gone. When
she did she stood in the doorway and
looked at Siletz, white and filled with
a towering anger, and Siletz, looked
back as white. They were women,
pure and simple, and they matched In
that moment their wit and their
etrength. Miss Ordway knew by that
look that Siletz had those papers—
more, that she knew their contents—
but she dared not say a word. If the
gtrl should show them to Sandry,
should destroy them— She was al-
most on the point of flinging herself
upon the slim, dark creature, risen
along the doorpost, and fighting for
possession of her property. But there
was something sickening in the steady
glint of those dark eyes, in the half-
wild crouch of the slender body, and
she only stood and held to the lintel,
consumed with a wrath that could
But the wrath of Siletz was worse
— It would have killed, forgetful of the
Preacher, whose word had been her
simple law of life, forgetful ol Sandry,
who had become her pattern in his
sanity and judgment.
With an effort the woman moistened
"Did—did you find—a bunch of—let-
ters?" she asked between her gripping
And Siletz, for the first time in her
life, choked down her literal fear of
damnation and lied.
"Lord, forgive me," she whispered
first, and then, "No."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
By REV. W. W. KETCHUM
Dirsctor of Practical Course Moody
Bible Institute of Chicago
WAR-CRIES USED BY THE JEW
They Are Many and In All Tongues,
But Another One Is Said to
"The Jew has as many war-cries as
there are tongues in Europe, for he
fights with them all; and then he has
his own war-cry, that eternal tearful
cry of his that in these days is rending
the heavens over Russian and Gallcian
Polands," E. R. Lipsett writes in the
"And still there is another and a
newer cry coming, the war-cry of the cated to a human soul
neutral Jew. To arms! to arms! O Is- | another way, we might say that etern-
rael! has arisen, the sudden thunder- | al life is right existence, while eternal
TEXT—The gift of Ood Is eternal life
through Jesus Christ our Lord.—Romans
A gift Is something for which we
do not work. It is something that is
not naturally our
Just due. It Is
ly gives us be
cause he or eh«
la interested in
us. This text in
speaks of this
gift as the free
gift of God. Now
there are many
people who ex
pect to pay their
way into heaven
—many who ex-
pect to compen-
sate Ood for
eternal life, when the t^xt says that
the free gift of Ood is eternal life.
Eternal life—what is it? It is the
opposite of eternal death. Not eternal
death does not mean nonexistence any
more than eternal life means con-
tinued existence. God's word teaches
that the soul never dies, in the sense
of going out of existence. It does say
that "The soul that sinneth, it shall
die," but we must interpret the words
of the Bible by the Bible. The Bible,
you know, Is not only a book that
gives us the truth, but it defines the
truth that it gives, and when it talks
about eternal death it does not mean
the annihilation of the soul. It is a
truth that whatever exists always ex-
ists, so the scientists tell us, and the
Bible says that the human soul lives
forever. Well, what is eternal life
then, and what is eternal death? Per-
haps we might say that eternal life
means being born of God, having the
life of God. It is not our natural life
prolonged Into endless duration. It
la the divine life imparted to us, the
very Hfo of God hlmaelf communl-
To put it In
ing cry throughout the length and
breadth of the New York Ghetto and
all the other Ghettoa in the larger
citie8 of America.
"We know, of course, what are the
arms of the Ghetto Jew; they are
tongue and pen. By means of these
It is intended to raise the Jew from
the depths of his ashes and make him
a live nation again. A congress of
American Jews is to be called and it
is to demand, at the conclusion of the
war. or before it, the return of Pales-
tine to its ancient owners For the
Jews are a nation, and they must have
a land and Palestine Is theirs.
"That is to say. in brief, that while
nearly three-quarters of a million Jews
on the European battlefields are at
one another's throats, in vindication
each of a different nationality, tho |
Jews far away from the bursting shells
death Is wrong existence, or, to put
It in still another way, eternal life is
living in the presence of God, while
eternal death is having the wrath
of God abiding on one.
Now, God's gift is eternal life. Our
text says that he offers us this life
through Jesus Christ our Lord, that
Is, Christ is the medium through
whom eternal life comes. What a
wonderful thing It is to know that God
has planned to give the human race
dead in trespasses and in sins, eternal
life through his son. What is involved
In that truth? A great deal, my
First of all, that on tho cross Christ
iied for our sins.
Secondly, that there upon the cross
God laid upon Christ all our sins.
Suffered So Much Felt She Had to
Have Relief. Sayi Cardui
Made Her Well.
Elba, Ala.—Mrs. M. T. May, of this
place, writes: "I was not especially
strong when I married..., but after
my marriage, I seemed to get very
much worse. About two months after
I was married, I began to have awful
weak spells. Would have bad spells
of headache, simply felt bad all the
time, could hardly do a thing... I
suffered so much pain in my left side
and had the swimming of the head and
congestion and heartburn very bad. In
fact I suffered so much I thought I
would die I kept getting worse and
felt I must have some relief. I had
some pain and difficulty in walking...
"Mr. , who ran a store in
, recommended that I take 'Car-
Jul,' and my husband bought me a bot-
tle, which did me so much good that
he bought me another, and after the
use of three or four bottles I was well;
was up doing my work after the use of
the first bottle. It's the finest tonic I
know of. I got into better health than
I had been since my marriage. I ad-
vise all women... who have weak
spells..., to take it."
The thousands of letters, which
come to us every year, like the above,
certainly are procf of the merit of
Cardui, the woman's tonic.
For sale by all druggists.
"Will the vaccination mark show
"That depends entirely on you,
TEA 10 DARKEN HAIR
She mixed Sulphur with it to
Restore Color. Gloss,
Common garden sage brewed Into a
heavy tea wit! sulphur added, will
turn gray, streaked and faded hair
beautifully dark and luxuriant. Just
a few applications will prove a revela-
tion if ybur hair is fading, streaked
or gray. Mixing the Sage Tea and Sul-
phur recipe at home, though, is
troublesome. An easier way is to get
a 50-cent bottle of Wyeth's Sage and
Sulphur Compound at any drug store
all ready for use. This is the old time
recipe improved by the addition of
While wispy, gray, faded hair is not
sinful, we all desire to retain our
youthful appearance and attractive-
ness. By darkening your hair with
Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur Compound,
no one can tell, because it does it so
naturally, so evenly. You Just dampen
a sponge or soft brush with it and
draw this through your hair, taking
Thirdly, that all our sins will be one small strand at a time; by morn-
and glittering bayonets are calling out f°r£lven us on condition of our simple
to them: 'No, you are all in the wrong, i acceptance by faith of his Son, and the
For you are all one.' J 3ne w^° thus receives his Son, we are
"It is not for us to determine told, is born, "not of blood, nor of the
whether the Jews are a nation. It is ^e flesh, nor of the will ol
not for one man to tell another what mnn- b,lt of 0o(i " 1 have met raan>
he should be. One is what one feels. I People who were striving to get etern
If the Jews feel themselves a nation,
that is sufficient."
Seals Again Plentiful.
Under the precautions taken to pre-
vent the extinction of the fur seals In
Alaska and the Pribilof islands the
species has multiplied so rapidly that
the bureau of fisheries now recom-
mends that the killing of male seals
Ever since the signing of the pe-
lagic treaty between Russia, England.
Japan and our own nation, prohibit-
ing the destruction of cow seals upon
the high seas, the government has
taken an occasional census of the
seals. The last of these fixed the
number of seals owned by the United
States at 301,844. as against less than
twenty thousand In 1906.
Besides fur. other possible use 6f the
al life. I have even met Christian!
who have had the idea that eternal life |
becomes theirs, not through faith, but |
j by works of righteousness which thej !
I shall never forget preaching in e i
little church in the Catskllls, and talk
Ing about the way of salvation, when 8 ;
brother arose and controverted whai
I said about th« simple way of having
J Pternal life through the acceptance by i
faith of Jesus Christ as one's Savior I
Another brother, thinking he would :
! pour oil on the water, which was verj j
| troublous Just then, told about twe :
theologians who were croaslng a !
Ptream. One of the theologians was j
arguing that salvation was by works ;
and the other that salvation was by
faith, when the oarsman, listening tc
the argument, began to row with one
oar. and the boat went round and
ing all gray hairs have disappeared,
and, after another application or two,
your hair becomes beautifully dark,
glossy, soft and luxuriant.
This preparation is a delightful toi-
let requisite and is not intended for
the cure, mitigation or prevention of
He Got 'Em.
Customer—Give me a pair of spi-
Customer—A pair of web suspend-
seal is being considered by the bureau hen Ra**J ^ hat are you
of fisheries. The scarcity of the and he replied, "Don't you see
world's meat supply and the tremen- m. °ar V. \ w, * rowin£ Is
dous increase in seals as revealed bv anfl I don t get anywhere, and
the last census suggest the shipping
of seal meat to the United States for
food. Those who have tasted it say
that meat from a young seal is deli-
cious in flavor and that seal steak
would be a popular addition to a fash-
ionable hotel menu.
For sick headache, bad breath,
Sour stomach and
Get a 10-cent box now.
No odds how bard your liver, stomach
or bowels; how much your head
achbs, how miserable and uncomfort-
able you are from constipation, indiges-
then he took the other oar and rowed
with that, and went round and round
In the other direction, and he said I
"That oar, you see, is faith, and when i tion, biliousness and sluggish bowels
I row alone with that we do not gol | —you always get the desired results
across the stream. To reach the oth with Cascarets.
er shore we must row with both oars.' j Don't let your stomach, liver and
That was a good Btory, but a poor 11 j bowels make you miserable. Take
Familiar Objects to Him • ,lIHtration- f°r. *hile it sounds ven Cascarets to-night; put an end to the
The old British sergeant was out plaU8,ble' the trouble Jt ifl 1101 I headache, biliousness, dizziness, nerv-
with the new squad of recruits on fcl"Pt,,ri?1- The Bible tells us that il ousness, sick, sour, gassy stomach,
musketry exercise, range-finding, etc. i 18 "0t by worka of righteousness thai . backache and all other distress;
Pointing out a large house and giving WG 'mve done, but according to hif cleanse your inside organs of all the
the range, he asked if any of them merc^ Bav°d us. Change the illus bile, gasea and conatlpated matter
could pick out any details about the *rat,on anfi have it true to the Scrip
"Yes, sir," answered Joe "There's
a small well In the garden, soaie
lumps o' coal In a heap, and a bird-
cage in the 'ront window."
"Well, my lad." said the sergeant,
"you have remarkable eyesight.
Wha*'B your nan e and number? How
is it you can see so well at the dis-
"Oh." replied Joe. "that's where A m
Large Russian Wheat Harvest
Russia in 1913, harvested «47.y64,-
000 bushels of wheat.
tures. Jesus Christ is the oarsman
and is rowing the boat of salvatior
from earth to heaven, and if we would
reach the other shore what we must
do is by simple faith to get on board
I go down to the ferry slip in Ne^
York. Now. if I wish to go across t(
the other side, what I must do is t(
step upon the ferry boat. The mo
ment I do that I have trusted mysel:
to the ferry, and it is for the ferrj
now, by its own power, to take m«
over. This crudely illustrates Chrlst'i
work of salvation for us. WTe commii
ourselves to him, and he, by his owi
power and work saves us.
which is producing the misery.
A 10-cent box means health, happi-
ness and a clear head for months.
No more days of gloom and distress
If you will take a Cascaret now and
then. All stores sell Cascarets. Don't
forget the children—their little in-
sldes need a cleansing, too. Adv.
Keeping It Warm.
"You've heard of bottled wrath?"
"You bet. My wife uses a thermo*
bottle. "—Louisville Courier-Journal.
'Does your wife wear spats V
"Wear em? She starts em."
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