The Hollis Post-Herald. (Hollis, Okla.), Vol. 16, No. 27, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 22, 1919 Page: 6 of 8
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THE HOLLIS POST-HERALD
DOWN IN BED
AND SO WEAK
Lady Suffered Terribly for Eight
Weeks But Her Case Showed
Wonderful Improvement
After Taking CarduL
Johnson City, Tenn.—Mrs. M. R.
Scott, living near this town, states:
"About three years ago I was down In
bed . . . terrible and so weak I
couldn't bear the sight of food. This
condition continued for about eight
weeka ... I thought I was go-
ing to die, snd knew I must get some-
thing to do me some good. I had
heard all my life of Cardul and the
good results obtained from Its use.
So I decided to try It
After about a half bottle of Cardul
my appetite Improved, then I was less
nervous. I kept It up until I had
taken five bottles—and such an Im-
provement! I gained flesh and now
am the picture of health, due, I be-
lieve, solely to the use of Cardul. I
art the mother of ten children and
feel well and strong."
Cardul is a mild, medicinal tonic
for women. It has stood the most
severe of all tests—the test of time,
having been In use for over forty
years. It is composed of purely veg-
etable Ingredients, which have been
found to help build up the vitality,
tone up the nerves, and strengthen
the womanly constitution.
Try Cardul.—Adv.
COUNTRY WAYS IN THE CTY
Would Be Well if More Dwellers in
Crowded Places Kept Them
In Their Minds.
There is at least one thing about
Cities that is all wrong and deeply
to be deplored. That thing Is their
heedlessness, which too often amounts
to cruelty.
It Is to be fenred that people whq
dwell In large towns permit them*
selves to become unfeeling and un-
neighborly. They lose their sympathy
for the sick and grow callous to even
the presence of death Itself. How
many old friends we all have who
have lately been very ill. Well, w«
never even called to see them. How
mony old friends have died and w«
did not even go to their funerals.
The thing for folks who live In cities
to do Is to keep in their hearts the gen-
tle customs that they learned In the
country. There is no real reason whj
we should permit the town to tak«
from us the things which make l!f<
gentle and sweet and beautiful—Lol
Angeles Times.
LADIES CAN WEAR SHOES
One size smaller an<l shoes last longer
after using Allen's Foot = Base, the anti-
septic powder for the feet. Shaken Into
the shoes and sprinkled In the foot-bath,
Allen's Foot^ Kase makes tight or new
•hoes feel easy; gives Instant relief to
corns and buntona. prevents Blisters. Cal-
lous and Sore Spots. Sold everywhere.—Ad.
Killing.
"Ever notice how old Mrs. Blunder-
by murtlers the king's English?"
"Yes; isn't It killing?"
What la "Spring F er"
It Is simply low Vitality, a lack of Enorgy
causrd by impurities In the blood. GROVE 8
TASTELESS chill TONIC restores Vitality
and Energy by Purifying and Enriching the
Blood. You can soon feel Its Strengthening,
Invigorating Effect. Price « c.
There can lie no objection to a girl
frying to peer Into the future, but she
Fhould never look forward.
1 Wkaleaeae, Clessslsf,
■f ill Ml* BtlnsUst sad ■callsi
* leliee—Murine for Red-
ness. Soreness. Granula-
■ V ft ^ two. Itching and Burning
of the Eyea or Eyelids;
TDw- Ate the Moriaa. ttooeingjsr Cell
*11 win jour confidence. Ask Your Druggist
far Marine when yonr Eyee Need Care. M U
—-— Remedy —
WOLVES OF THE SEA
By RANDALL PARRISH
WHY DRU66ISTS RECOMMEND
SWAMP-ROOT
For many years druggists have watched
with much interest the remarkable record
maintained by Dr. Kilmer's Swamp-Root,
the great kidney, liver and bladder med>
•me.
It is a physician's prescription.
Swamp-Root is a strengthening medi
cine. It helps the kidneys, liver and blad
der do the work nature intended the]
should do.
Swamp-Root has stood the test of years
It is sold by all druggists on ita merit
and it should help you. No other kidnej
medicine has so many friends.
Be sure to get Swamp-Root and star!
treatment at once.
However, if you wish first to teat this
great preparation send ten cents to Dr
Kilmer A Co., Binghsmton, N. Y., for I
sample bottle. When writing be sure sm
Motion this paper.—Adv.
She Had It, as Usual.
The race for the lost word was get-
ting hot. Hubby and wife were run-
ning neck aad neck.
"You did!"
"I didn't."
"You did!"
"I did not P
The pace was slowing.
"Well," flashed hubby, "one of us two
is a very capable liar. But there Is
one thing which prevents me saying I
which one."
"Modesty, I presume!" retorted
wlfle.
Carlyle Sees One Chance—
and Takes It.
Synopsis — Geo (Try Carlyle,
master of sailing ships at twen-
ty-six, Is sentenced to 20 years'
servitude In the American col-
onies for participation In the
Monmouth rebellion In England.
Among the passengers on board
the ship on which he is sent
across are Roger Fairfax,
wealthy Maryland planter; his
niece, Dorothy Fairfax, and Lieu-
tenant Sanchez, a Spaniard, who
became acquainted with the Fair-
faxes in London. Carlyle meets
Dorothy, who Informs him her
uncle has bought his services.
Sanchez shows himself an enemy
of Carlyle. * The Fairfax party,
now on its own sloop In the
Chesapeake bay, encounters a
mysterious bark, the Namur of
Rotterdam. Carlyle discovers
that Sanchez Is "Black Sanchez,"
planning to steal the Fairfax
gold and abduct Dorothy. He
fights Sanchez and leaves him
for dead. In a battle with
Sanchez' followers, hdwever, he
Is overpowered and thrown into
the bay.
CHAPTER VIII—Continued.
The two must have hung In silence
over the rail staring down. I dared
not advance my head to look, nor even
move a muscle of my body In the
water.
"How came you aft here?"
"Because that fellow leaped the rail
from the wharf. I saw him, and we
met at the wheel."
"From the wharf, you say? He was
not aboard, then? Santa Maria I I
know not what that may mean. Yet
what difference, so he be dead. An-
derson, Mendez. throw that carrion
overboard—no, bullies, never mind;
let them lie where they are, and sink
an auger In the sloop's bottom. What
la that out yonder, Cochose?"
"A small boat, senor—a dory, I make
It"
"Cut the rope and send It adrift.
Now come along with me."
The darker loom of the sloop van-
ished slowly, aa the slight current
■weeping about the end of the wharf
drifted the released boat to which I
clung outward into the bay. There
was scarcely a ripple to the sea, and
yet I felt that the boat was steadily
drifting out Into deep water. I was
■till strangely weak, barely able to re-
tain my grasp. Finally I mustered
every ounce of remaining energy in
one supreme effort and succeeded in
dragging my body up out of water
Marias Eye
Co.,Chlcago
Devising Some Means for Attaining
the Deck.
over the boat's stern, sinking helpless-
ly forward Into the bottom. The mo-
ment this was accomplished every
sense deserted me. and I lay there
motionless, totally unconscious.
I shall never know how long I re-
mained thus. Yet this time could not
have been great. As though awaken-
ing from sleep a faint consciousness
returned. Then the sharp pain of my
wounds, accented by the sting of salt
water, brought me swift realization of
where I was and the circumstances
bringing me there. I had evidently
lost considerable blood, yet this had
already ceased to flow, and a very
slight examination served to convince
me that the knife slashes were none
of them serious. My other Injuries
were merely bruises to add to my dis-
comfort—the result of blows dealt me
by Sanchez and Cochose. aggravated
by the bearlike hug of the giant ne-
gro. Indeed. I awoke to the discov-
ery that I was far from being a dead
man; and. inspired by this knowledge^
the vcrious incidents of the night
flashed swiftly back into my miad.
No gleam of light appeared In any
direction; no sound echoed across the
dark waste of water. It was clearly
impossible for me to attempt any re-
turn to the wharf through the impene-
trable black curtain which shut me in.
What, then, could I do? What might
I still hop« to accomplish? Those fel-
lows had swept the sloop clean, and
had doubtless long ago scuttled it.
They would suddenly find themselves
leaderless, unguided. Would that suf-
fice to stop them? Would the discov-
ery of his body halt his followers and
send them rushing back to their boat,
eager to get safely away? This did
not seem likely. Estada knew of my
boarding the sloop from the wharf,
and would at once connect the fact of
my being ashore with the killing of
Sanchez. This would satisfy him
there was no further danger. Besides,
these were not men to flee in panic.
Surely not with that ruffian Estada yet
alive to lead them, and the knowledge
that fifty thousand pounds was yonder
in that unguarded house, with no one
to protect the treasure but two old
men asleep, and the women. The
women !—Dorothy! What would be-
come of her? Into whose hands would
she fall in that foul division of spoils?
Estada's? And I, afloat and helpless
in this boat, what could I do?
9
J
CHAPTER IX. t
A Swim to tha Namur.
All was black, hopeless; with head
buried in my hands I sat on a thwart,
dazed. Before me, pleading, expres-
sive of agonized despair, arose the
sweet face of Dorothy Fairfax. No
doubt by this time all was over—the
dead body of Sanchez discovered, the
projected attack on the house carried
out, the two old men left behind, ei-
ther dead or severely wounded, and
the girl borne off a helpless prisoner.
Ay, but this I knew; there was only one
place to which the villains might flee
with their booty—the Namur of Rot'
terdam. Only on those decks and well
at sea would they be safe or able to
enjoy their spoils. The thought came
to me In sudden revelation—why not?
Was not here a chance even yet to foil
them? With Sanchez dead no man
aboard that pirate craft could recog-
nize me. I felt assured of this. I had
fought the giant negro in the dark;
he could not, during that fierce en-
counter, have distinguished my fea-
tures any more clearly than I had his
own. There was no one else to fear.
If only I might once succeed in get-
ting safely aboard, slightly disguised,
perhaps, and mingle unnoticed among
the crew, the chances were not bad
for me to pass undetected: Such ships
carried large crews and were constant-
ly changing in personnel. A strange
face appearing among them need not
arouse undue suspicion. And I felt
convinced I could locate the Namur.
But could I hope to attain the ship in
advance of the returning party of
raiders? Ood helping me, I would try!
My brain throbbed with fresh resolu-
tion—the call to action.
There were oars in the boat. I
shipped the useless rudder inboard
and chose my course from the stars.
My boot had drifted considerably far-
ther out into the bay than I had sup-
posed, and it required a good half
hour of steady toll at the oars before
I sighted ahead of me the darker out-
lines of the shore. At first I could
identify nothing, but finally there sud-
denly arose, clearly defined, the gaunt
limbs of a dead tree, bearing a faint
resemblance to a gigantic cross, that
had been pointed out on the sloop.
This peculiar mark was at the extrem-
ity of the first headland lying north
of the point itself, and consequently
a straight course across the bay would
land me within five hundred yards of
where the Namur had last been at
anchor.
To a degree my Immediate plan of
action had been definitely mapped out
within my own mind while toiling at
the oars. I would beach my dory and
strike out on foot directly across the
narrow neck of land. The Namur was
not so far out from shore as to make
swimming to her a dangerous feat,
and I could approach and board her
with far less chance of discovery in
that manner than by the use of a boat.
The greater danger would come after
I had attained the deck, wet to the
skin. The sharp bow of the dory ran
up on the soft sand of the beach, and
I stepped ashore.
Then there came to me the first real
consciousness of the reckless nature
of this adventure. As I faced then
the probabilities there scarcely seemed
one chance in a hundred. And yet I
must admit there was the one chance:
and in no other action could I per-
ceive even that much encouragement.
If Dorothy Fairfax v i s already in the
hands of these men. then my only op-
portunity for serving her lay in my
being close at hand. No alternative
presented itself; no other effort could
be effective. It was already too late
to attempt the organization of a res-
cue party. No. the only choice left
was for me either to accompany the
girl or else abandon her entirely to
her captors. I mast either face the
possibility of discovery and capture.
which as surely meant torture and
death, or otherwise play the coward
and remain impotently behind. So 1
drove the temptation to falter away
and strode on up the bank into the
black shadow of the trees.
I found extremely hard walking as
I advanced through tangled under-
brush. Fortunately the distance was
even shorter than I had anticipated.
It was not until after I had advanced
cautiously Into the water and then
stooped low to thus gain clearer vision
along the surface that I succeeded in
locating the vessel sought. Even then
the Namur appeared only as a mere
shadow, without so much as a light
showing aboard, yet apparently an-
chored in the same position as when
we had swept past the previous after-
noon. I waded straight out through
the lines of surf, until all excepting
the head became completely sub-
merged. If I were to reach the bark
at all this was the one opportunity.
I stood there, resisting the undertow
tugging at my limbs and barely able
to retain my footing. Intent upon my
purpose. Fulh strength had come back
to my muscles and my head was again
clcar. With strong, silent strokes I
swam forward, directly breasting the
force of the incoming sea, yet making
fair progress. Some unconsidered cur-
rent must have swept me to the right,
for, when the outlines of the bark
again became dimly visible through
the night I found myself well to star-
board of the vessel. Stroking well
under water and with only my eyes
exposed above the surface, I changed
my course to the left and slowly and
cautiously drew in toward the star-
board bow. A few moments later, un-
perceived from above, and protected
from observation by the bulge of the
overhang and density of the shadow,
my hands clung to the anchor hawser,
my mind busy in devising some means
for attaining the deck.
CHAPTER X. ~7
On the Deck of the Namur.
It was here that fortune favored me,
strengthening my decision and yield-
ing a fresh courage to persevere.
Forking out directly over where I
clung desperately to the wet hawser,
my eyes were able to trace the bow-
sprit, the rather loosely furled up Jib
flapping ragged edges in the gusts of
wind. Suddenly, as I stared upward,
I became aware that two men were
working their way out along the foot-
ropes, and, as they reached a point al-
most directly over my head, became
busily engaged in tightening the gas-
kets to better secure the loosening
sail. The foot of one slipped, and he
hung dangling, giving vent to a stiff
English oath before he succeeded tn
hauling himself back to safety. The
other indulged In a chuckling laugh,
yet he was careful not to speak loudly.
"Had one drink too many. Tom?"
he asked. "That will pay yer fer fln-
ishin' the bottle an' never givin' me
another sup."
"You, h—11 Yer hed the fu'st ov It
Thar's no sorter luck yer don't git
yer fair share of, BUI Haines—trust
yer fer thet. What I ain't got straight
yet is whar thet stuff cum from so
easy."
"That wus part o* the luck. Tom.
Did yer git eyes on thet new feller
Manuel Estevan brought back with
him in the boat?"
"The one you and Jose carried
aboard?"
"He's the lad. Thar wa'n't nuth|p'
the matter with the cove, 'cept he wus
dead drunk. We wus waltin' on the
beach fer Estevan, an' three fellers
he hed taken along with him inter
town ter cum back—the nigger, Jose
an' me—when this yere chap hove
'longside. He never hailed us, ner
nuthin'; Just clim over into the boat,
an' lay down. I shook him, an' kicked
him, but it wa'n't no use; so we Just
left him lie thar fer Manuel ter say
whut wus ter be done with him. Only
Jose he went through his pockets an'
found three bottles o' rum. We took
n few drinks an' hid whut wus left in
the boat locker."
'So thet's how yer got It! Who
wus the party?"
"Thet's more'n HI ever tell yer. I
never got no sight o' him, 'cept in the
dark. 'Bout alt I know is he wus
white, an' likely a sailor. Enyhow,
when Manuel got back he told us to
haul the lad forrard out o' the way,
an' fetch him along. So we pulled
out with the feller cuddled up in the
bow."
'I never seed nuthin' more of him
after he was hauled aboard. Whut
become o' the lad?"
Once en board the Namur,
Carlyle knows he may have a
chance to aid Dorothy. It ia a
desperate chance, but he ia will-
ing to take it. But hew to get
aboard without be:nj seen? Can
he avoid detection which will
mean certain death?
tTO BE CONTINUED.)
Bamboo trees do not bloom ant'.l
thirty years old
NOTICE
TO THE PUBLIC
, To those of us who wish to promote
Southern prosperity:
Every time you use GOLD DUSTY
you put money into Southern pockets.
GOLD DUST is made solely from
that preat product of the South—Cotton.
Seed Oil.
GOLD DUST has never been made
from anything else but Cotton Seed Oil.
For thirty-nine years GOLD DUST
has drawn outside money to the South
by distributing its products to the four
quarters of the Globe.
The excellence of GOLD DUST for
the following purposes is well known:
Cleaning paint-
ed and unpainted
woodwork.
Washing dishes.
Dissolving grease
from utensils of all
kinds.
Washing clothes.
Softening hard
water.
Cleaning bath
rooms.
For all scrubbing.
Cleaning glass of
all kinds.
Purifying ice-boxes,
drain pipes, etc.
Cleaning mops,
brooms, brushes,
etc.
GOLD DUST, together with FAIRY
SOAP,COTTOLENE and many other
household specialties, is made by The f
N. K. Fairbank Co., a subsidiary of
THE AMERICAN COTTON OIL
COMPANY
MILLS OP TMEjAMEIttCAN COTTON OIL COMPANY
Augutta . . .G . Greenville . S.C. Montgomery,Ala. Memphii... Tenn. Fort Smith, Ark.
Henderson . N.C. Atlanta ... Ga. Clarksdale. Mits. Trenton .. . Tenn. Pine Bluff . Ark.
Raleigh. . . N.C. Macon.... Ga. Jackaon . . Mi« . Gretna La. Bunkie .. . .La.
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The founders of The American Cotton Oil Company origi-
nated Cotton Seed Oil. The Company took Cotton Seed, for-
merly a waste product, and made Cotton Seed Oil, Cake and
Meal, Hulls and Linters. This opened up for the South a.
new source of wealth, which today brings annually to the South
over five hundred millions of dollars.
The Wiah and the Thought
Little 'three-year-old Ruth had very
curly haid, and It was a great trial
whenevr her mamma combed it.
One day during the ordeal she cried
and struggled more than usual and
her mamma said:
"Why, Ruth, what will the neighbors
say If they hear you?"
"I dess they'll say," answered Ruth,
between sobs, "if zat was my kid I
wouldn't bother wlf her old frizzy
hair."
Lucky.
"Going to the banquet tonight?"
"No. Thank heavens, the wife is
111 and I've got to stay home."
The truly generous Is truly wise, and
he who loves not others, lives unblest.
—Hume.
Discontent Is a spur, but discourage-
ment is a halter.
Coatly Economy.
John D. Ryan, copper king and air
expert, said at a luncheon:
"Look out for the manager who is
always talking about retrenchment.
He's apt to resemble Blink.
" 'Mr.,Blink,' said a clerk, 'I wiah
you'd get some blotting paper, sir.'
"'Humph!' Blink grunted. 'Blotting
paper's gone up. The staff will do
without blotting paper hereafter and
wait for the ink -to dry.' "
*1
When Marriage la Cheap.
"I don't know, Reginald; It seems
such a serious thing to be married.
Have you counted the cost?"
"Cost? Why there will be no cost-
My uncle, who is a clergyman, will
marry us for nothing."—London Ans-
wers.
If you want enemies, excel others;
If friends, let others excel you.—Col-
ton.
V
r
Constipated Children Gladly Take
"California Syrup of Fig#"
For the Liver and Bowels
Tell your dmrgist you want genuine
"California Syrup oi Figs." Full directions
and dose for babies and children of all ages
who are constipated, bilious, feverish, tongue-
coated, or full of cold, are plainly printed on
the bottle. Look for the name "California'*
and accept no other "Fig Syrup."
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