Garber Sentinel. (Garber, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 47, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 15, 1904 Page: 2 of 8
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S. H. PETKR9, Pnb.
Your straw hat, too, often tak s a
notion to show which way the wind
The button trust is in trouble In
New York. It never pays to trust a
button too far.
Lobsters are said to be becoming
scarce. Probably they have wearied
of being scalded alive.
Mr. Kipling's latest seems to com-
bine the melodious flow of Whitman
with the lucidity of Browning.
After all, it's a little funny to see a
semi-elderly gentleman as tickled with
his automobile as a boy with a new
In the important matter of the ar-
rangement of its bones, the swordflsh
shows a great improvement on the
Complete calm prevails at Bogota,
although a new administration has
come in. Make a chalk mark on your
A multitude of doctors could cure
the majority of their patients if they
were only able to prescribe a larger
Uncle Russell Sage has the satis-
faction of knowing that no scapegrace
son will ever dissipate his hard-
The author of the phrase, "What is
the constitution between friends?" has
just died in New York. But his spirit
goes marching on.
King Edward is going to travel in-
cognito, but the conductor probably
will make him sign his right name
on the back of his pasB.
Living expenses may have Increased
15 per cent, but it is asserted that dy-
ing expenses have grown in-the same
ialio—and there you are.
Scientists claim to have discoverea
the old-age microbe, but it is quite
likely the varmint will continue doing
business at the same old stand.
The young husband ought always
to praise the young wife's first cake,
and, unless his health Is delicate, he
ought to do his best to try to eat it.
The Bridgeport attorney who has
just wedded his stenographer will
now learn the great difference be-
tween dictating and being dictated to.
It will utterly dumfound all of the
Dusty Rhoadsea In the country to hear
that a Boston man has committed
suicide because he could find no work
The suggestion that the application
of olive oil will stop the itching of
mosqultp bites, published just at this
time, is bound to boom the sweet-oil
All the recent information about
the antarctic continent leads irresist-
ibly to the conclusion that it Is one
of the best places 011 earth to stay
A New York car conductor found
M.500. hunted up the owner, and re-
turned it, and was given a Canadian
quarter. Question: Is the world grow-
ing better or is it not?
A man may be regarded as a con-
firmed old bachelor when his mental
emotion excited by the word "sweet-
hearts" is less vivid than that excited
by the word "sweetbreads."
How young the writer must be who,
noting that Mr. George Bernard Shaw
has recently celebrated his forty-
eighth birthday, adds that he "has
kept his youthful figure and spirits"!
New Jersey Is about to abolish Its
toll roads. When this reform has
been accomplished and the mosqui-
toes exterminated New JerBey will be
considered eligible for admission into
Accepting as true the estimate that
ffty years of coal mining will exhaust
all the veins of anthracite it 1b easy
to see how the time may be extended
1o twice that period by a strike every
New York is congratulating herself
on the healthiest summer she has
Been for ten years. One reason may
be that most of the weaklings died
from pneumonia in that awful time
Six hundred years ago on the 20th
of July was born Francesco Petrarch,
the world's greatest love poet. And
love Is just as much In fashion as It
was the first time he ever wrote a
■line to Laura.
An Appeal to Maud.
Come Into the garden. Maud.
And see how the weeds have grown.
They're getting bo thick,
And growing so quick.
I can't pull 'em ail alone.
So come Into the garden. Maud,
And give me a helping hand.
There's a lot of wltchgrass
In the lettuce, alas!
And It's growing to beat the band!
Come Into the garden. Maud.
And do weed the onions first!
The lettuce Is bad.
And the beets make me sad.
Hut the onion bed is the worft.
So put on your bloomers. Maud,
And tackle the pesky weeds
Without any fuss.
For woe is as.
If ever they scatter their seeds!
Come Into the garden. Maud.
For the black bat, night, has flown.
There's plenty of work.
So don't try to shirk
And leave It to me alone.
Just quicken your motions. Maud,
And banish that haughty sneer
And kneel down in the dew,
For It's right up to you
To help get this garden clear!
A Novel Team.
The owner of a large ostrich farm
in southern California has trained a
pair of these huge birds to drive as
he would drive horses, hitching them
to a light buggy or trotting cart,
which has in Its design a third wheel.
This is to prevent the vehicle from
turning over. It Is by no means an
easy task to drive such a wierd team,
as you can not pull up your "horses"
by reins. If you did It would probably
result in serious injury to the valu-
able birds. The only way to guide
the conveyance is to hit the offside
bird on the. opposite side to that
which you want him to go. Another
objection to this kind of "horse" is
that If he should catch sight of a bit
of banana peel, or something equally
attractive, he does not hesitate to
make a dive sideways for it. As os-
triches go like the wind, and can
make a sudden dead stop, the jerk
the rider receives is not a pleasant
ont, if a piece of ornnge peel should
happen accidentally to meet the eye
of his strange "horses."
A Chemical Detective.
Truly the way of the transgressor
is hard and his Ingenuity is kept busy
eluding the constantly increasing
methods of detecting him. The latest
device is extremely subtile, and it will
be a clever thief who can see his way
clear out of the trap which a scien-
tific mind has prepared for him.
It was invented by a chemist of
Budapest, and Is a chemical powder,
of a yellow color, which has the
curious property of dyeing the skin
of the person touching it a deep blue.
The color is not removable by any
known means, and washing It only
makes the color deeper. However,
after about a fortnight it begins to
wear off, and at the end of about
three months all traces of the colora
tion will vanish.
Sword 276 Years Old.
Dr. J. W. Peck of Amoret, Mo., in
Kansas City yesterday, has an heir-
loom in the form of a sword 276 years
old. Dr. Peck declares it is the oldest
sword in the United States. It was
brought to this country by his great-
grandfather more than 100 years ago,
and has been handed down in his fam-
ily through the succeeding genera-
The sword bears the date 1629, dur-
ing the time when Christian, king of
Denmark, was carrying on his thirty
years' war with Sweden. It bears a
picture of the warrior monarch. On
one side Is an inscription in German
as follows: "I am a good blade if you
use me well." Another inscription on
I he reverse side says: "He who hath
no love for the beautiful hath 110 heart
in his body."—Kansas City Times.
Bulls Fatal to Family.
It is a remarkable coincidence that
on the same day that John Stewart
of Westford, Vt., was killed by a bull
on his farm his brother, W. D. Stew-
art of Bakersfleld had a narrow escape
from death by an enraged bull on his
own farm. W. D. Stewart saved him-
self from the attacks of the infuriated
animal by dodging around a hay crib
built for sheep to feed from.
Well Paid English Lawyer.
Sir Edward Clarke, KC\, Is said to
be the best-paid professional man in
England. He distinguished himself in
the baccarat case, the Bartlett case
and the Jameson case, is a member of
parliament, and was for six years
solicitor general. His earnings at law
are about $217 an hour. If he works
ten hours a' day. 300 days in a year,
his income is Jf>51,000 a year.
8enevolent md Useful.
Deacon Arland Eaton has caused to
be placed by the roadside, near his
farm buildings, in Hancock, N. H., a
stone watering tro lgh to furnish a
public water supply from a never-
failing spring. It Is lnscrlbed, "Eaton,
1797-1904," and is Intended to com-
memorate the settlement of his fam-
ily In town.
The Ward of King Canute
A Romance of the Danish Conquest.
By 0TTILIE A. LIL1ENCRANTZ, author of The Thrall <>l Lie) the lucky.
Copyright, 1SUS. by A. C. McCLURG & OO.
The Judgment of the Iron Voice.
Fold by fold, the sun's golden fin-
gers drew apart the mists that hid the
valley. One by one, the red Severn
cliffs were uncovered, and the wooded
steeps on which the rival hosts were
encamped. It was the hour of the
royal duel, when the fate-thread of a
nation, beaded with human destinies,
lay between the fingers of two men.
What a scattering of the beads if the
cord should be cut!
Under the elms of the east bank
the daughter of Frode stood aifti
watched the boats set out; and the
hands that hung at her side opened
and shut as though they were gasp-
ing for breath. Turning, she found
herself facing a wall of stalwart bod-
ies, a sea of coarse faces, and dis-
covered, with a sudden tightening of
her muscles, that all the eyes which
were not following the boat were
centered curiously upon herself.
Before she could take a step the
nearest warrior thrust out a hand and
caught her by her black locks. "Stop
a little, my Bold One," he said gruff-
ly. "Now that you have a moment to
spare from the high-born folk, it is
the wish of us churls to hear some of
A score of heavy voices seconded
the demand, and the fall gradually
curved Into a circle around her. They
were good-hatured enough—even the
grasp on her hair was roughly playful
—l)ut her heart seemed to stop in her
as a swimmer's might the first instant
he lost sight of land and beheld only
towering billows looming above him.
"Take your hands off me, and it
shall be as you wish."
The big Swede released her wrist
to catch her around the waist and
toss her like a bone upon the platter
of his shield, which four of them
promptly raised between them and
was the beginning. Suddenly a hand
reached around her neck and shut
over her mouth. "Stop! They are
taking their places. Look!"
He need not have added that last
word; from that moment for many
thousands of eyes there was but one
object in the world—the strip of rock-
ribbed earth and the two figures that
faced each other upon it.
Now that the royal duelists stood
forth together, stripped of cloak and
steel shirt, and wearing no other
helm than the golden circlet of their
rank, their inequality was" even more
glaring than alarmed fancy had paint
ed it. The crown of Canute's shin-
ing locks reached only to the chin of
the mighty Ironside; and the width of
nearly two palms was needed on his
The young king alone appeared se
renely undisturbed. When he had sa-
luted the Ironside with royal courtesy,
he met his sword as though he were
beginning a practicing bout with his
Humped over the earth, with start-
ing eyes and necks stretched to their
uttermost, the Danes were like so
many boulders. Nor did Frode's
daughter seem to feel that the hand
the Brass One had raised himself up-
on was crushing her foot.
Canute's weapon, playing with the
lightness of a sunbeam, had evaded
the stroke of the great flail and
touched for an Instant the shoulder
of its wielder. Had he put a pound
more force into the thrust— A groan
crept down the Danish line when the
bright blade rose, as lightly as it had
fallen, and continued its butterfly
dance. It consoled them a Utile, how-
ever, that no cheer went up from the
English—only a low buzz that was
half of anger, half of astonishment.
Certainly there was no Berserk mad-
ness about the young Danishman;
there was hardly even seriousness.
"Say not so, when you have brought back the bright blade we mourned as
bore along, laughing uproariously at
her sprawling efforts for dignity.
When they came to a spot along the
bank which was open enough to give
them an unobstructed view of the
island, they permitted her to scramble
down and seat herself upon the grass,
where they ringed themselves around
her, twenty deep.
"Now for It! While they are wait-
ing for Edmund to land; before there
is anything to watch," the Scar-Cheek
commanded. "Tell what you told Ca-
nute with regard to the English king
which made him so reckless as to
agree to this bargain."
A shout from the surging mass of
English opposite told when the Iron-
side had landed; and as soon as it
was seen whom he had chosen to ac-
company him as his witness, a buzz
of excitement passed along the Danish
"Edric! by all the gods, Edric Jarl!"
"Now, for the first time, I believe
that victory will follow Canute's
sword!" Brass Borgar ejaculated.
"Since nothing less than the madness
betokening death could cause Edmund
to continue his trust in the Gainer,
It Is seen from this that he is a death-
It was little time that the pack gave
her for re very, however; now it was
Bdrlc Jarl of whom they wanted to
"While tUey are talking about the
terms there is nothing to look at;
tell us how the Gainer pulled the net
around Klnf Edmund," the rough
voices demanded. And again she was
obliged to bend her wits to their
But it una at last, the end that
Now his blade was a fleeing will-o'-
the-wisp, keeping just out of reach of
Edmund's brand with apparently no
thought but of flight. Now, when tne
Ironside's increasing vehemence be-
trayed him into an instant's rashness,
it was a humming-bird darting Into a
flower-cup. But it always rose again
as daintily as it had alighted.
The Danish bank was frantic with
excitement. "It is the dance of the
Northern Light!" they cried. "Thor
has sent him his own sword!"
The lines of English were wild with
anger. "Crush him, the hornet, the
wasp! Crush him, Edmund!" they
In his exultation the Scar-Cheek
rolled himself over and over on the
grass, and wound up by thrusting his
shaggy head into the lap of the red-
cloaked page. "I must do something
for joy," he panted; "and—except for
your hair—you look near enough like
a handsome woman. Do you bend
and kiss me every time Canute pricks
His head fell to the ground with a
thump as the child of Frode leaped to
"If you lay finger on me again," she
whispered, "I will caress you with
this!" and for an Instant a knife-blade
glittered before the bulging eyes.
Snorri rolled back with alacrity and
an oath; and after a moment Frode's
daughter dropped down again and hid
her face in her hands. If the king
should be slain and she be left adrift
in this foul sea! She might as well
have screamed as moaned, for ail that
they would have noticed.
About this time Canute's blade ap-
peared to have become in earnest.
Oaeins Its airy defense, it took on
the aggressive. Before the sudden
fury of the onslaught Edmund gave
back a pace. And either because his
anger made him reckless or his great
bulk was against him, he presently
was forced to draw back another step.
Wildest cheers went up from the
Northmen. It seemed as though they
would wade In a body across the
Only Eric of Norway stamped with
uneasiness; and the overhanging brows
of Thorkel the Tall were as lowering
hoods above his eyes. "Well has he
hoarded his strength," he muttered.
"Well has he saved It, yet—yet—"
At that moment such a roar went up
from Northern throats as might well
have startled the wolf's shadow off
the face of the sun; for Edmund Iron-
side had retreated a third step, and
the Dane's point appeared to lie at the
Englishman's heart. Then the uproar
died somewhere in mjdair, for in what
seemed the very act of thrusting Ca
nute had leaped backward and low-
ered his blade. So deep was the hush
on either side of the river that the
whir of a bird's wing sounded as loud
as a flight of arrows. Bending for-
ward, with strained ears and starting
eyes, the spectators saw that the
Northern King was speaking, eager-
ly, with now and then an impulsive
gesture, while the English King list-
"Has he got out of his wits?" the
Scar-Cheek roared, fairly dancing with
In Randalin's face a flash of memory
was struggling with bewilderment.
"Other weapons than those which
dwell in sheaths." Had he meant "the
sword of speech," his tongue?
With the deliberate grace which
characterized his every motion, the
Ironside slid his sword back to its
case, and they saw him take a slow
step forward and slowly extend his
hand. Then they saw Canute spring
to meet him, and their palms touch in
a long grasp.
From the English shore there went
up a joyful shout of "Peace!" And a
deafening clamor rose in answer from
the Danish bank. But what sentiment
predominated in that it would be diffi-
cult to say. Blended with rejoicing
over their king's safety were cries of
bitter disappointment, the cries of
thirsty men who have seen wine
dashed from their Hps.
In their retreat, the two Northern
jarls and the young monarch's foster
father faced each other uncertainly.
"Here is mystery!" Eric of Norway
said at last. "I should be thankful if
you would tell me whether he thought
it unwise to kill the Englishman be-
fore the face of his army; or whether
he is in truth struck with love to-
ward him, as the fools seem to be-
"Or whether he had reached the ex-
act limit of his strength so that he
was obliged to save himself by some
trick of words?" Ulf Jarl suggested.
The Tall One shook his head slow-
ly. "Now, as always, it Is he alone
who can altogether explain his ac-
tions. It might easily be that in his
mad impatience he overhauled his
strength, so that he was obliged to
stop short to keep within bounds. But
I think you will find that there is still
some trick which is not open to our
sight. His man-wit is deepening very
fast; I will not be so bold as to say
that I can always fathom it."
"Perhaps he thinks a short peace
would be useful to the host," the Nor-
wegian said, and laughed. "Such a
truce is as comfortable as a cloak
when the weather is stark, and as easy
to get rid of when the sun comes
By their faces, the others appeared
to agree with him; but before they
could express themselves a swimmer
rose like a dripping seal out of the
water at their feet.
"Peace and division again!" he
cried breathlessly. "And it is the
king's will that you get into a boat
and come to him at once."
The rush of the crowd to the water-
side to question the messenger gave
Randalin her chance for freedom; and
she was not slow in taking it. A
moment more, and she was in the
very top of the willow tree, clasping
her hands and wringing them in alter-
nate thanksgiving and terror.
"Whatever it bring upon me, I will
get back to my woman's clothes," she
vowed to hsrself over and over.
"Though it become a hindrance to
me, though it be the cause of my
death, I will be a woman always. Odin
forgive me that I thought I had cour
age enough to be a man!"
(To be continued.)
Before the magistrate of Alipore
recently one Modhu Sudan Datt was
charged with having murderously as-
saulted Nobogopal Chatterjee, a
matchmaker of the locality. The
complainant had negotiated the mar-
riage of the accused's son. The bride
was shown to the father, and ample
marriage gifts were promised. The
marriage was celebrated within
closed doors, and on the following
morning the accused found that an
ugly girl Instead of the one shown to
him was the real bride.—Allatabad
the pure food
laws of all
it is free from
Trust Baking Powders
sell for 45 or 50 cents per
pound and may be identi-
fied by this exhorbltant
prioe. They are a men-
ace to publio health, as
food prepared from them
oontains large quantities
of Rochelle salts, a dan-
gerous catbartio drug. -
Philanthropy Is Rewarded.
A stock broker who was on his way
to the city observed that one of his
fellow-passengers in the car was
closely regarding him. After a time
the man looked over and asked:
"Didn't I see you in 'Frisco in 1890?"
The broker wasn't In Frisco In that
year, but thinking to humor the
Btranger, replied in the affirmative.
"Don't you remember handing a
poor, shivering wretch a dollar one
night outside a hotel?"
"Well, I'm the chap, was hard up,
out of work, and about to cimmit
suicide. That money made a new
man of me. By one lucky speculation
and another I am now worth $25,000."
"Ah! Glad to hear It."
"And now I want you to take $5 In
place of that dollar. I cannot feel
easy until that debt is paid."
The broker protested and objected
but finally just to humor the man
he took the $10 bill offered him
and returned the $5 change. The
stranger soon left the car, and every-
thing might have ended then and
there if the broker, on reaching the
office, hadn't ascertained that the $10
was a counterfeit and that he was $5
out of pocket.
Kentucky Man's Duty.
Jamboree, Ky., August 29 (Special)..
—After suffering for years with pain
In the back Mr. J. M. Coleman, a well
known citizen of this place, has found
a complete cure in Dodd's Kidney
Pills. Knowing how general this dis-
ease is all over the country, Mr. Cole-
man fceis it is his duty to make hia
experience public for the benefit of
"I want to recommend Dodd's Kid-
ney Pills to everybody who has pain
in the back," Mr. Coleman says. "I
suffered for years with my back. I
used Dodd's Kidney Pills and I have
not felt a pain since. My little girl
too complained of her back and sh©
used about half a box of Dodd's Kid-
ney Pills and she is sound and well."
Backache is Kidney Ache. Dodd's
Kidney Pills are a sure cure for all
Kidney Aches, including Rheuma-
Berlin Funeral Pile.
When Frau Clara Hahn, the wife of
a prominent Berlin gentleman, from
whom she was separated, committed
suicide, she left instructions in her
will that everything she possessed
should be burned on a funeral pile.
The police carried out these orders
the letter, burning no fewer than
eleven chests filled with dresses,some
packages of linen, ten boxes contain-
ing hats, three dozen veils, and hun-
dreds of love letters.
Every housekeeper should know
that if they will buy Defiance Cold
Water Starch for laundry use they
will save not only time, because It
never sticks to the iron, but because
each package contains 16 oz.—one full
pound—while all other Cold Water
Starches are put up In %-pound pack-
ages, and the price is the same, 10
cents. Then again because Defiance
Starch is free from all Injurious chem-
icals. If your grocer tries to sell you a
12-0*. package It Is because he has
a stock on hand which he wishes to
dispose of before he puts In Defiance.
He knows that Defiance Starch has
printed on every package in large let-
ters and figures "16 oz ." Demand
Defiance and save much time and
mopey and the annoyance of the Iron
•tfcklnf. Defiance never sticks.
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