The Stroud Democrat (Stroud, Okla.), Vol. 9, No. 10, Ed. 1 Friday, November 29, 1918 Page: 3 of 8
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THE STROUD DEMOCRAT
NORTH OF FIFTY-THREE
(Copyright: Little, Brown * Co.)
By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR
CHAPTER XVIII—Continued.
—1«—
"I am pleased to welcome you back
Gott'a country, Mr«. Vagstaff," he
«ald. "Und let me carry dot «uld case
•mlretty."
They walked two blocks to the
King's hotel, where Lauer's family
-was boused. He was In for supplies,
5he told her, and, of course, his wife
<and children accompanied him.
"Not dat Gredda lss afraid. She lss
ao foot a man as I on der ranch Ten 1
am gone," he explained. "But for dem
St lss a change. Ond I bring by der
town a Talgonloat off bobadoes. By
<zosb, dem bobadoes lss sell high."
It flashed into Hazel's mind that
here was a heaven-sent opportunity to
reach the cabin without facing that
Ihundred miles In the company of
chance-hired strangers. But she did
cot broach the subject at once. In-
stead she asked eagerly of Bill. Lauer
told her that Bill had tarried a few
days at the cabin, and then struck out
ftlone for the mines. And he had not
«nld when he would be back.
Mrs. Lauer, unchanged from a year
earlier, welcomed her with pleased
friendliness. And Jake left the two
of them and the chubby kiddles In the
King's office while he betook himself
mbout his business. Hazel haled his
•wife and the children to her room as
soon as one was assigned to her. And
there, almost before she knew it, she
was murmuring brokenly her story In-
to an ear that listened with sympathy
and understanding. Only a woman
■con grasp some of a woman's needs.
Oretta Lauer patted Hazel's shoulder
with n motherly hand, and bade her
«heer up.
"Home's the place for you, dear,"
she said, smilingly. "You Just come
right along with us. Your mnn will
come quick enough when he gets
word. And we'll take good care of you
Jn the meantime. La, I'm all excited
over it. It's the finest thing could hap-
pen for you both. Take it from me,
dearie, I know. We've had our trou-
bles, Jake and L And, seeing I'm only
six months hort of being a graduate
ourse, you needn't fear. Well, well 1"
"I'll need to finve food hauled in,"
Hazel reflected. "And some things I
brought with me. I wish Bill were
Siere. I'm afraid I'll be a lot of both-
«r. Won't you be heavily loaded, as It
Is?"
She recalled swiftly the odd, make-
shift team that Lauer depended on—
the mule, lop-eared and solemn, "und
Gretcben, der cow." She had cash
«nd drafts for over three thousand dol-
lars on her person. She wondered If
It would offend the sturdy Independ-
ence of these simple, kindly neighbors,
If she offered to supply a four-horse
team nnd wagon for their mutual use?
But she had been forestalled there, she
learned In the next breath.
"Oh, bother nothing," Mrs. Lauer de-
clared. "Why, we'd be ashamed If we
couldn't help a little. And fnr's the
lead goes, you ought to see the four
beautiful horses your husband let
Jake have. You don't know how much
Jake appreciates It, nor what a fine
man he thinks your husband is. We
needed horses so bad, and didn't have
the money to buy. So Mr. Wngstaff
didn't say a thing but got the team for
us, nnd Jake's paying for them In
clearing and plowing and making im-
provements on your land. Honest,
they could pull twice the load we'll
have. There's a good wagon road
most of the way now. Quite a lot of
sellers, too, as much as fifty or sixty
tnlles out. And we've got the finest
garden you ever saw. Vegetables
enough to feed four families all win-
ter. Oh, your old cities I I never want
to live In oce again. Never a day have
the kiddies been sick. Suppose It is a
bit out of the world? You're all the
more pleased when somebody does
happen along. Folks is so different in
a new country like this. There's plen-
ty for everybody—and everybody
helps, like neighbors ought to."
Lauer came up after a time, and
Hazel found herself unequivocally in
their hands. With the matter of trans-
porting herself and supplies thus
solved, she set out to find Felix Cour-
ifoiseur—who would know how to get
word to Bill. He might come back to
the cabin In a month or so; he might
Dot come back at all unless he heard
from her. She was smitten with a
great fear that he might give her up
as lost to him, and plinge deeper Into
the wilderness in some mood of reck-
lessness. And she wanted him, longed
ior him. If only so that she could make
■mends.
She easily found Courvolseur, a tall
spare Frenchman, past middle age-
Yes, he could deliver a message to BUI
Wagstaff; that Is, he could send a
man. Bill Wagstaff was In the Klap-
pan range.
"But if he should have left there?"
Htmel suggested uneasily.
" 'B weel leave weeth W'ltey Lewees
word of w'ere 'e go," Courvolseur reas-
sured her. "An' my man, w'lch ees
my bruzzer-law, w'lch I can mos' fnlly
trus', 'e weel follow 'eem. So Beel'e
ees arrange, 'E ees say mos' parti-
cular If madame ees come or weesh
for forward message, gect haem to me
queeck. Oul. Long tam Beel ees
know me. I am for depend always."
Courvolseur kept a trader's Btock of
goods In a wefcther-beaten old log
hous« which Bprawled a hundred feet
back from the street. Thirty years,)
he told her, he had kept that store In
Fort George.. 8he guessed that Bill
had selected him because ho was a
fixture.
She sat down at his counter and
wrote her message. Just a few terse
lines. And when she had delivered It
to Courvolseur she went back to the
hotel. There was nothing now to do
but wait. And with the message un-
der way she fouad herself Impatient
to reach the cabin, to spend the wait-
ing days where she had first found
happiness. She could set her house In
order against her man's coming. And
If the days dragged, and the great,
lone land seemed to close In and press
Inexorably upon her, she would have
to be patient, very patient.
Jake was held up, waiting for sup-
plies. Fort George suffered a sugar
famine. Two days later the belated'
freight arrived. He loaded his wagon,
a ton of goods for himself, a like
weight of Hazel's supplies and lje«
longings. A goodly load, but he drove
out of Fort George with four strap-
ping bays arching their powerful
necks, and champing on the bit.
"Four days ve vlll make It by der
ranch," Jake chuckled. "Mlt der mule
und Gretchen, der cow, von veek It
take me, mlt half der loot."
Four altogether pleasant and satis-
fying days they were to Hazel. The
worst of the fly pests were vanished
for the season. A crisp touch of frost
sharpened the night winds. Indian
summer hung Its mellow haze over the
land. The clean, pungent air that sift-
ed through the forests seemed doubly,
sweet after the vitiated atmosphere of
town. Fresh from a gridiron of dusty
streets and stone pavements, and but
stepped, as one might say, from days
of Imprisonment in the narrow con-
fines of n railway coach, she drank the
wlney air In hungry gulps, and Joyed
In the soft yielding of the turf be-
neath her feet, the fern and peavine
carpet of the forest floor.
It was her pleasure at night to sleep1
as she and Bill had slept, with her face
bared to the stars. She would draw
her bed a little aside from the camp-
fire and from the low seclusion of a
thicket lie watching the nimble flames
nt their merry dance, smiling lnzlly at
the grotesque shadows cast by Jake
and his frau as they moved about the
bloze. And she would wake In the
morning clear-headed, alert, grateful
for the pleasant woodland smells
arising wholesomely from the fecund
bosom of the earth.
Lauer pulled up before his own cab-
In at mid-afternoon of the fourth day,
unloaded his own stuff, and drove to
his neighbor's with the rest.
"I'll walk back after a little," Hazel
told him, when he had piled her goods
In one corner of the kitchen.
The rattle of the wagon died away
She was alone—at home. Her eyes
filled as she roved restlessly from
kitchen to living-room and on Into the
bedroom at the end. Bill had un-
packed. The rugs were down, the
books stowed In familiar disarray up
on their shelves, the bedding spread In
seml-dlsorder where he had last slept
ond gone away without troubling to
smooth It out In housewifely fashion.
She came back to the living-room
and seated herself In the big chair.
She had expected to be lonely, very
lonely. But she was not. Perhaps
that would come later. For the pres-
ent It seemed as If she had reached
the end of something, as If she were
very tired, and had gratefully come to
to carry her through whatever black
days might come to her there alone.
She would gladly have cooked her
Bupper In the kitchen fireplace, and
laid down to sleep under her own roof.
It seemed the natural thing to do. But
she had not expected to find the cabin
Uvably arranged, and she had prom-
ised the Laueri to spend the night
with them. So presently she closed the
door and walked away through the
woods.
• ••••••
September and October trooped
past, and as they marched the willow
thickets and poplar groves grew yel-
low and brown, and carpeted the floor
of the woods with fallen leaves. Shrub
and tree bared gaunt limbs to every
autumn wind. Only the spruce and
pine stood forth In their year-round
habiliments of green. The days short-
ened steadily. The nights grew long,
nnd bitter with frost. Snow fell, blank-
eting softly the dead leaves. Old Win-
ter cracked his whip masterfully over
all the North.
Day fry day, between tasks, and
often while she worked, Hazel's eyes
would linger on the edges of the clear-
ing. Often at night she would lift her-
self on elbow at some unexpected
sound, her heart leaping wild with ex-
pectation. And always she would He
down again, und sometimes press her
clenched hand to her lips to keep back
the despairing cry. Always she ad-
jured herself to be pntlent, to wait
doggedly as BUI would have waited, to
make due allowance for Immensity of
distance, for the manifold delays which
might overtake a messenger faring
across those silent miles or a man hur-
rying to Ills home. Many things might
hold him bnck. But he would come.
It was Inconceivable that he might
not come.
Meantime, with only a dim con-
sciousness of the fact, she underwent
a marvelous schooling in adaptation,
self-restraint. She had work of a sort,
tasks such as every housewife finds
self-imposed In her own home. She
was seldom lonely. She marveled ut
that. It was' unique In her experi-
ence. All her old dread of the pro-
found silence, the pathless forests
which Infolded like a prison wall, dis-
tances which seemed Impossible of
span, had vanished. In Its place had
fallen over her an abiding sense of
peace, of security. The lusty storm
winds whistling about the cabin sung
n restful lullaby. When the wolves
lifted their weird, melancholy plaint
to the cold, star-jeweled skies, she lis-
tened without the old shudder. These
things, which were wont to oppress
her, to send her imagination reeling
along morbid ways, seemed but a na-
tural aspect of life, of which she her-
self was a part.
Often, sitting before her glowing
fireplace, watching a flume kindled
with her own hands with wood she
herself carried from the pile outside,
she pondered this. It defied her pow-
ers of self-analysis. She could only
accept it as a fact, and be glad. Gran-
ville and all that Granville stood for
had withdrawn to a more or less re-
mote background. She could look over
the frost-spangly forests and feel
that she lacked nothing—nothing suve
her mate. There was no Impression of
transient abiding; no chafing to be
elsewhere, to do otherwise. It was
(snoot enjoy being allfe. So many
lu struggle and slave under terrible
conditions. Und It lss largely because
off Ignorance. Ve know not vot ve can
do—und ve shrink rrom der unknown.
Here lss acres by der dousaud vree
to der man vot con off It make use—
und dousunds vot llffs und dies und
neffer huss a home. Here lss goot,
glean air—und In der shmoke und
shmells und dirty streets lss a ravage
of tuberculosis. Der balance lss not
true. Und In der own vay der rich
lss full off drouble—drunk mlt eggclte-
ment, veary mlt Measures. Ach, der
voods und mountains und streams,
blenty off food, und n kindly neighbor
—lss not dot enough? Only der ab-
normal vants more as dot. Und I dink
der drouble lss largely dot der modern,
hlgh-bressure clfillzatlon makes for der
abnormnl, vedder a man lss a million-
aire or vorks In der brewery, content-
ment lss a state off der mind—und If
der mind vorks mlt logic It vlll content
find In der simple dings."
It sounded like u pronouncement of
Bill's. But Lauer did not often grow
serious. Mostly he was Jovially cheer-
ful, and his wife likewise. The North
had emancipated them, and they were
loyal to the source of their deliver-
ance. And Hazel understood, because
she herself hud found the wild lund n
benefactor, kindly In its silence, rest-
ful In Its forested peuce, a cure for
sickness of soul. Twice now It had
rescued her from herself.
November nnd December went their
appointed way—and still no word of
Bill. If now nnd then her pillow was
wet she struggled mightily against de-
pression. She was not lonely In the
dire significance of the word—but she
longed passionately for him. And
she held fast to her fuith that he
would come.
The lust of the o\d year she went
little abroad, ventured seldom beyond
the clearing. And on New Year's eve
Jake Lauer's wife came to the cubin
to stny.
• ••••••
Huzel sot up, wide awoke, on the In-
stant. There was not the slightest
sound. She hud been deep In sleep.
Nevertheless she felt, rather than
knew, that some one was In the living-
room. Perhaps the sound of the do#r
opening had filtered through her slum-
ber. She hesitated an Instant, not
through fear, becuuse In the months of
living ulone fear hud utterly forsuken
her; but hope hud leuped so often,
only to full sickenlngly, tliut she wus
half persuuded It must be n dream.
Still the Impression strengthened. She
slipped out of bed. The door of the
bedroom stood slightly ajur.
BUI stood before the fireplace, his
shaggy fur cup pushed fur buck on his
hend, his guuntlets swinging from the
cord about his neck. She bad left a
great bed of couls on the hearth, and
the glow shone redly on his frost-scnb-
bed face. But the marks of bitter trail
bucking, the marks of frostbite, the
stubby beard, the tiny Icicles that still
clustered on his eyebrows; while these
traces of hardship tugged at her heart
they were forgotten when she saw the
expression tliut overshadowed his face.
Wonder und unbelief and longing were
all mirrored there. She took n shy
step forward to see whut riveted his
gaze. And despite the choking sen-
sation In her throat she smiled—for
length admiringly—"do you want to
know how strong I am for taking a
chance with you? Well, I was on my
way out to flag the next train East;
Just to see—just to see If you still cared
two pins; to see If you still thought
your game was better than mine."
"Well, you don't hnve to take any
eastbound train to find that out," she
cried gaily. "I'm here to tell you I
enro a lot more than any number of ;
pins. Oh, I've learned a lot In the last
six months, BUI. I bad to hurt my-
self, nnd you, too. I had to get a Jolt :
to Jar me out of my self-centered little ;
orbit. I got It, and It did me good.
And It's funny. I came back here be-
cause 1 thought I ought to, because It
was our home, but rutlier dreading It.
And I've been quite contented nnd
happy—only hungry, oh, so dreadfully
hungry, for you."
Bill kissed her.
"I didn't mnke any mlstnke In you,
nfter nil," he suld. "You're n real
partner. You're the right stuff. I
love you more thnn ever. If you made
o mlstnke you pnid for It, like a deod-
gnme sport. What's a few months?
We've all our life before us, and It's
plain soiling now we've got our bear-
ings aguln."
"Amen!" she whispered. "I—but,
sny, mnn of inlne, you've been on the
trail, und I know what the trail Is.
You must be hungry. I've got all
kinds of goodies cooked In the kitchen.
Take off your clothes, and I'll get yoa
something to eat."
"I'll go you," he said. "I am hungry.
Made a long mush to get here for the
night. I got six huskies running loose
outside, so if you hear 'era scuffling
SPANISH INFLUENZA
Do Not Fear When Fighting
a German or a Germ!
By DR. M. COOK.
The cool fighter always wins and so
; there Is no need to become panto
stricken. Avoid fear and crowds. Ex-
i erclse In the fresh air and practice the
j three C's: A Clean Mouth, a Clean
! Skin and Clean Bowels. To carry off
the poisons tbut accumulate within the
body and to ward off an attack of the
Influenza bacillus, take a good liver
| regulator to move the bowels. Such a
) one Is made up of May-apple, leaves of
aloe, root of Jnlnp, nnd Is to be had
at any drug store, and called "Pleasant
j Purg tive Pellets."
| If a bad cold develops, go to bed, wrap
up well, drink freely of hot lemonade
und take a hot mustnrd foot-bath.
Have the bedroom worm but well ven-
[ tllnted. Obtnln nt the nearest drug
store "Anurtc Tublets" to flush the
( kidneys nnd control the pnlns nnd
! aches. Tuke nn "Anurlc" tnblet every
I two hours, together with copious drinks
I of lemonade. If a true case of Influ-
enza. the food should be simple, such as
broths, milk, buttermilk and Ice-cream;
hut it Is Important that food be given
regularly in order to keep up patient's
strength nnd vitality. After the acute
nttack has pnssed, which Is generally
from three to seven dnys, the system
should be built up by the use of o good
Iron tonic, such as "Irontlc" tablets, to
be obtained nt some drug stores, or
that well known blood-maker nnd
herhnl tonic made from roots nnd barks
of forest trees—sold everywhere as Dr.
Pierce's Golden Medlcnl Discovery.
home, she reflected; perhaps that was I Ishe had tuken off her little, beaded
Walked Away Through the Woods.
a welcome resting place. She turned
her gaze out the open door where the
forest fell awuy In vast undulations
to a range of snow-capped mountains
purple In the autumn hase, ond a verse
that Bill had once quoted came back
to her:
Oh. to feel the wind grow strong
Wherv the trail leaps down.
I could never learn the way
And wisdom of the town.
She blinked. The town—It seemed
to have grown remote, a fantasy In
which she had played a puppet part.
But she was home again. If only the
gludness of It endured strong enough
why.
A simple routine served to fill her
dnys. She kept her house shining, she
cooked her food, cnrrled In her fuel.
Except on dnys of forthright storm
she put on her snowshoes, und with
n little rifle in the crook of her urns'
prowled nt random through the woods
—partly because It gnve her pleasure
to range sturdily afield, pnrtly for the
physical bruce of exertion In the crisp
.lr. Otherwise she curled comfortnbly
before the fireplnce nnd sewed, or read
something out of Bill's catholic as-
sortment of books.
It was given her, also, to letirn the
true meunlng of nelghborllness, tbnt
kindliness of spirit which Is stifled by
stress In the crowded places, und stim-
ulated by like stress nmld surround-
ings where life Is noncomplex, direct,
where cnuse and effect trend on ench
other's heels. Every day, If she failed
to drop into their cabin, cutne one of
her neighbors to see If nil were well
with her.
Quite as a matter of course Jake
kept steadily replenished for her n
great pile of firewood. Or they would
come, babies and all, bundled In furs
of Jake's trapping, Jingling up of an
evening behind the frisky bays. And
while the bays munched hay in Roar-
ing Bill Wagstnff's stable, they woald
cluster about the open heurth, popping
corn for the children, talking, always
with cheerful optimism.
Behind Lauer's mild blue eyes lurk-
ed a mind that burrowed Incessantly
to the roots of things. He had lived
and worked and read, and, pondering
It all, he had summed up a few of the
verities.
"Life, It lss glffen us, und ve must
off It make der best ve can," he said
once to Hazel, fondling a few books
he had borrowed to read at home.
"Life lss goot, yust der llffing of life. If
only ve go not astray afder der Yool-
Ish dings—ond If der self-breBervatlon
struggle veara us not oat so dot r*
moccasins and left them lying on the
bearskin before the lire, und he was
staring down at them like a mnn fresh-
wakened from u dreum, unbelieving
nnd bewildered.
With tbnt she opened the door nnd
ran to him. lie started, us if she hud
been u ghost. Then he opened his urms
und drew her close to blm.
"Bill, BUI, what mnde you so long?"
she whispered. "I guess it served me
right, hut it seemed a never-ending
time."
"Whut mnde me so long?" he
echoed, bending his rough cheek down
ngninst the warm smoothness of hers.
"Lord, I didn't know you wanted me.
I ain't no teleputhist, hon. You never
peeped one little word since I left.
How long you been hei. ?"
"Since lust September." She smiled
up nt him. "Didn't Courvolseur's mnn
deliver n message from me to the
mine? Didn't you come in unswer to
my note?"
"Great Cnesur's ghost—since Sep-
tember—ulone! You poor little girl!"
he murmured. "No, if you sent word
to hip through Courvolseur I never got
It. Mnybe something hnppened to bis
man. I left the Klnppun with the first
snow. Went poking nlmlessly over
nround the Finiay river with n couple
of trappers. Couldn't settle down.
Never heard n word from you. I'd
given you up. I Just blew In this wuy
by sheer uccldent. Girl, girl, you don't
know how good it is to see you aguln,
to hnve this wnrm body of yours cud-
dled up to me ngaln. And you came
right here and plunted yourself to wait
till I turned up?"
"Sure!" She lnughed happily. "But
I sent you word, even If you never got
It. Oh, well, It doesn't matter. Noth-
ing matters now. You're here, nnd
I'm here, and— Oh, Billyboy, I wns
an awful pig-headed Idiot. Do you
think you can take another chance
with me?"
"8agr"—he held her off al arm's
He Held Her Off at Arm's Length, Ad-
miringly.
nround you'll know It's not the wolves,
Sny, It wns some welcome surprise to
find n fire when I came in. Thought
first somebody traveling through had
put up. Then I saw those slippers ly-
ing there. That wns sure milking me
take notice when you stepped out."
He chuckled nt the recollection.
Huzel lit the lump, and stirred up tho
fire, plying it with wood. Then she
slipped n henvy buthrobe over her
nightgown und went Into the chilly
kitchen, emerging therefrom presently
with n truy of food nnd u kettle of wa-
ter to mnke cu0ee. This she set on tho
fire. Wherever she moved Bill's eyes
followed her with u gleum of joy, tinc-
tured with smiling lncredulousness.
When the kettle was safely bestowed
on the coals, he drew her on bis knee.
There for n minute she perched lu rich
content. Then she rose.
"Come very quietly with me, Bill,"
she whispered, with a fine air of mys-
tery "I want to show you something."
"SureI Whut Is It?" he nsked.
"Come and see," she smiled, nnd
took up the lump. Bill followed obedi-
ently.
Close up beside her bed stood a
small, squure crib. Huzel set the lump
on n tuble nnd, turning to the bundle
of blankets which filled this new piece
of furniture, drew back one corner, re-
vealing u round, puckered-up infunt
face.
"For tho love of Mike!" Bill mut-
tered. "Is It—Is it—"
"It's our son," she whispered proud-
ly. "Born the tenth of Jnnuury—
three weeks ugo todny. Don't, don't—
you grent bear—you'll wuke lilm."
For BUI wns bending down to peer
nt the tiny morsel of humanity, with n
strange, abashed smile on bis fuce, Ills
big, clumsy lingers touching the soft,
pink cheeks. And when he stood up
he drew a long breath, nnd laid one
arm across her shoulders.
"Us two and the kid," he said whim-
sically. "It should be the hardest com-
bination In the world to bust. Are you
happy, little person?"
She nodded, clinging to him, word-
lessly happy. And presently she cov-
ered the baby's face, and they went
back to sit before the grent fireplnce,
where the kettle bubbled cheerfully
und the crackling blnze sent forth Its
chullenge to the bevy of frost sprites
that held high revel outside.
And, nfter a time, the blaze died to
a heap of glowing embers, and the
forerunning wind of a northeast storm
soughed and whistled about a house
deep wrapped In contented slumber, a
house no longer divided ngulnst Itself.
(THE END.)
TAKES IDEA FROM AMERICA
France Plana Establishment of Publlo
Libraries Modeled on System
of the United States.
"Tho public library Idea wns a new
on« to the French people," says
World's Work. "They have seen it In
operntlon and leaders of French
thought believe It Is something Franc*
needs. A committee, with the presi-
dent of tho French republic as Its
chairman, has been created to work
out plans for the establishment in
France of a system of public libraries
modeled on American lines.
"Plans are maturing for the estab-
lishment In France, after the fighting
Is over, of an enormous system of
schools and universities for the bettei
education of our soldiers during the
period of demobilization. It will take
i s long to get our men back as It has
taken to get them over—longer, prob-
ably, because there will be no pressing
need for haste. Talleyrand said: 'You
can make a soldier out of a civilian,
but you cannot make a civilian out of
a military man.' Our government Is
going to try to do what Talleyrand
said was impossible. Our men have
got to be educated for their return as
I Individual units to civil life and not
is a military mass. The library war
service Is tending more and more defi-
nitely toward this educational objec-
tive."
Jolly War Victim.
Pat had lost nn eye in battle. When
he got out of the hospital and went
back to the front he got into an argu-
I nicut with an Kngllsh soldier. "I'll
| bet," be said, "that I can see more
with my one eye than you can with
I jour two."
j "I rove it."
"Well, I can see two eyes In your
ace iiml you can only see one In
nine." Boston livening Transcript.
Quite at Ease.
Sergt. Henpeque (after fighting 48
iiours) They say there's no place like
ionic, but the guy who wrote that
rte\er seen no trench fighting, I lin-
hgine.
Thousands
erf under-
nourished
people have
■found thst
Daily Thought.
Convenntlon Is the vent of character
a* woll ai of thought. -Kmeraoo.
-food —;—
a sciervti-fic
blend of nour-
ishing cereals
helps
wonderfully
in building,
health and
happiness.
Needs no
Sugar
s
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Whitmore, R. J. The Stroud Democrat (Stroud, Okla.), Vol. 9, No. 10, Ed. 1 Friday, November 29, 1918, newspaper, November 29, 1918; Stroud, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc120520/m1/3/: accessed April 25, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.