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THE LUTHER REGISTER
1
♦
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THE BALL OF FIRE
By GEORGE RANDOLPH CHESTER
and LILLIAN CHESTER
ILLUSf RATED BY C. D. RHODES
SYNOPSIS.
the
ltste
Market
tens to a
jt the sale of tlie church
Edward E. Allison, local
and when asked her opln-
■h by Rev Smith Boyd,
ys It Is apparently a lucrative business
enterprise. Allison takes Gall riding In
hla motor car.
At a vestry meeting of
Square church Gall Sargent
discussion about the sale of the chun
tenements to
traction king.
Ion of the church by Rev Smith
s It Is a
CHAPTER II—Continued.
Gall, too, was disturbed. While she
had laughed to cover the embarrass-
ment of her mishap, she had been
quite collected enough to thank Alli-
son for his ready aid; but she had felt
the thrill of that tensed arm, and It
had awakened In her mind an entirely
new vein of puzzled conjecture.
Gravity with a man Invariably leads
him back to the consideration of his
leading Joy In life, business; and the
first thing Allison knew he was indulg
lng In quite a unique weakness, for
him; he was bragging! Not exactly
flat-footed; but, with tolerably strong
Insinuation, he gave her to understand
that the consolidation of the Immense
traction interests of New York was
about as tremendous an undertaking
as she could comprehend, and that, hav-
ing attained so dizzy a summit, he felt
entitled to turn himself to lighter
thingB, to enjoy life and gayety and
frivolity, to rest, as It were, upon his
laurels.
Gail was amused, as she always was |
when men of strong achievement J
dropped Into this weakness to interest
girls. She did appreciate and admire }
his no doubt tremendous accomplish- )
ment; it was only his naivete which
amused her, and to save her she could
not resist the wicked little impulse to j
nettle him. To his suggestion that he J
could now lead a merry life because j
he was entitled to rest upon his lau-
rels, she had merely answered,
“Why?”
He dropped Into a silence so dense
that the thump was almost audible,
and she was contrite. She had pricked
him deeper than she knew, however
She had not understood how gigantic
the man’s ambitions had been, nor
how vain he was of his really marvel-
ous progress. After all, why should
he pause, when he had such power In
him? She did well to speak slight-
ingly of any achievement made by a
man of such proved ability. New am-
bitions sprang up in him. The next
time he talked business with her he
would have something startling under
way; something to compel her respect.
(Copyright. 1»1«. by the Red Book Corporation.)
moved/ over contentedly to her favor-
ite contrast with Miuerva.
“Gail would attract anyone,” re-
turned Mrs. Sargent complacently, and
then a little crease came In her brow.
"I wonder where she met him "
“At the vestry meeting. Lucile said.”
“Oh." and Mrs. Sargent’B brow
cleared Instantly. “Jim Introduced
them. 1 wonder where Jim Is?”
The door opened, and Jim Sargent
came in, wiping the snow from his
stubby mustache before he distributed
his customary hearty greetings to the
family.
“Where's Gall?” he wanted to know.
’Out driving with Edward E. Alli-
son,” answered both ladles.
"Still?” inquired Jim Sargent, and
then he laughed “She’s a clever girl
Smart as a whip! She nearly started
a riot in the vestry.”
“Was Willis Cunningham there?’ ’In-
quired Mrs. Davies interestedly
"Took me In a corner after the meet-
ing and told me that Gall bore a re-
markable resemblance to the Fratelll
Madonna, and might he call."
The telephone bell rang, and Sar-
gent, who could not train himself to
wait for a servant to sift the mes-
sages. answered It immediately, with
his characteristic explosive-first-syi-
tabled:
“Hello!"
“Oh. it’s you. fncle Jim,” called a
buoyant voice. “Mr. Allison and 1 have
CHAPTER III.
The Change In the Rector’s Eyes.
The grand privilege of Mrs. Jim
Sargent's happy life was to worry all
she liked. Just now, as she sat on the
seven chairs and the four benches of
the mahogany panelled library, amid
a wealth of serious-minded sculpture
and painting and rare old prints, she
w'as bathed in a new ecstasy of painful
enjoyment. She was worried about
Gail! It was six-thirty now. and Gall
had not yet returned from Lucile's
Mrs. Helen Davies, dressed for din-
ner with as much care as if she had
been about to attend one of the unat-
tainable Mrs. Waverly-Gaites’ annu-
als. came sweeping down the marble
stairs with the calm aplomb of one
whom nothing can disturb and, lorg-
nette In hand, turned into the library
"I’m so glad you came down, Helen!"
breathed Mrs. Sargent, with a sigh of
relief. “I’m so worried! Gail hasn't
come home from Lucile's!”
Mrs. Helen Davies sat bqneath the
statue of Minerva presenting wisdom
to the world, and arranged the folds
of her gown to the most graceful ad-
vantage.
“You shouldn’t expect her on time,
coming from Lucile's,” she observed,
with a smile of proper pride. She was
immensely fond of her daughter Lu-
cile; but she preferred to live with her
sister. "I have a brilliant idea, Grace.
I'll telephone,” and without seeming to
exert herself in the least, she glided
from her picturesque high-backed
Flemish chair, and sat at the library
table, and drew the phone to her, and
secured her daughter’s number.
"Hello, Lucile," she called, In the
most friendly cf tones. “You'd better
send Gail home, before your Aunt
Grace develops wrinkles.”
Mrs. Helen Davies listened to the
answer, a sparkle in her black eyes.
"Where is she?" interrupted Mrs.
Sargent, holding her thumb.
“Out driving,” reported sister Helen.
"Have you sent your invitations for
the house party, Lucile?” and she dis-
cussed that important subject until
Mrs. Sargent’s thumb ached.
“With whom is Gail driving, and
where?” asked sister Grace, anxious
for detail.
Mrs. Helen Davies touched all of her
fingertips together in front of her on
the library table, and beamed on
Grace.
"Don't worry about Gall,” she smil-
ingly advised "She is driving with
Edward E. Allison. He is the richest
bachelor in New York, though not so-
cially prominent. No one has ever
been able to interest him. 1 predict
or Gail a brilliant future," and she
Rev. Smith Boyd Came Out With His
Most Active Vestryman.
found the most enchanting roadhouse
in the world, and we’re going to take
dinner here. It's all right, isn’t it?”
“Certainly.” he replied, equally buoy-
ant. "Enjoy yourself, Chubsy," and he
hung up the receiver.
"What Is it?” asked Mrs. Davies, in
a tone distinctly chill She had a pre-
monition that Jim Sargent had done
something foolish He seemed so
pleased.
“Gail won’t be home,” he announced
carelessly, starting for the stairs.
“She's dining with Allison at some
roadhouse.”
"Unchaperoned!” gasped Mrs. Da-
vies.
"She’s all right, Helen,” remarked
Jim, starting upstairs. “Allison’s a
fine fellow.”
"But what will he think of Gail!”
protested Helen. “That sort of un-
conventionality has gone clear out
Jitn, you’ll have to get back that num-
ber! ”
“Sorry,” regretted Jim. "Can’t do It.
Against the telephone rules,” and he
went upstairs, positively humming.
The two ladies looked at each other,
and sat down in the valley of the
shadows of gloom. There was noth-
ing to be done!
It was not until nine o'clock that
they expressed their worry again. At
that hour Ted and Lucile Teasdale and
Arly Fosland came in with the exuber-
ance of a Now Year’s eve celebration.
“It's great sleighing tonight,” stated
Lucile’s husband, who was a thin-
waisted young man. with a Bplendid
natural gift for dancing.
"All that's missing is the bells." chat-
tered the black-haired Arly, breaking
straight for her favorite big couch in
the library. "Tbe only way to have
any speed In an auto is to go sidewise."
"We're to get up a skidding match,
so I can bet on our chauffeur," laughed
Lucile, fluffing her blonde ringlets be-
fore the big mirror in the hall. “We
slid a complete circle coming down
through the park, and never lost a rev-
olution!”
"I've been thinking it must be bad
driving," fretted Mrs. Sargent “Gall
should be home by now!"
“Allison's a safe driver,” comforted
Ted, who liked to see everybody
happy.
Jim Sargent came to the door of the
study, in which he was closeted with
Rev. Smith Boyd, Jim was prac-
tically the young rector’s business
guardian.
“Hello, folks,” he nodded. “Gall
home?”
“Not yet,” responded Mrs. Sargent,
In whose brow the creases were be-
coming fixed
"It's hardly time," estimated Jim.
and went back Into the study
"I’m terribly vexed,” confided Lu-
eile, stopping behind Ted’s chair, and
Idly tickling the back of hl» neck ”1
thought It would be such a brilliant
scheme to give a winter week-end
party, but Mrs. Acton Is going to give
one at her country place.”
"Before or after?" demanded Mrs.
Davies, with whom this was a point of
the utmost importance.
"A week after,” answered Lucile,
"but her Invitations are out. I w ish I
hadn’t mailed mine. What can we do
to make ours notable?"
That being a matter worth consider-
ing, the entire party, with the excep-
tion of Aunt Grace, who was listening
for the doorbell, set their wits and
their tongues to work Mrs Helen Da-
vies took a keener Interest In it than
any of them The Invitation list was
the most Important of all, for It was a
lrqg and arduous way to the heaven of
the socially elect, and It took genera-
tions to accomplish the Journey. The
Murdock girls. Grace and herself, had
no great-grandfatlier Murdock Senior
had made his money after Murdock
Junior was married, but In time lo
give the girls a thorough polishing in
an exclusive academy. Thus launched.
Helen had married a man with a great-
great-grandfather, but Grace had mar-
ried Jim Sargent. Jim was a dear,
and had plenty of money, and was as
good a railroader as Grace’s father,
with whom he had been great chums;
but still he was Jim Sargent. Gall's
mother, who hud married Jim’s broth-
er, had seven ancestors, but a moih-
er’s family name Is so often over-
looked. Nevertheless, when Gail came
to marry, the maternal ancestry, all
other things being favorable, might
even secure her an Invitation to Mrs.
Waverly-Gaites annual! Reaching
this point In her circle of speculation.
Mrs Helen Davies came back to ber
starting place, and lolled at the library
clock with a shock. Ten; and the girl
was not yet home!
Rev. Smith Boyd came out of the
study with hi9 most active vestryman,
and Joined the circle of waiting ones.
He was a pleasant addition to the
party, for, In spite of belonging to the
clergy, he was able to conduct himself
In Rome in a quite acceptable Roman
fashion Pleasant as he was. they
wished he would go home, because It
was not convenient to worry In his
company; and by this time Lucile her-
self was beginning to watch the clock
with some anxiety Only Mrs. Sar-
gent felt no restraint. An automobile
honked at the door as If It were stop-
ping, and she half arose; then the
same honk sounded half way down the
block, and she sat down again.
"Pm so worried about Gail!” she
stated, holding her thumb.
"We all are," supplemented Mrs Da-
vies, quickly. "She has been dining
with a party of friends, and the
streets are so slippery."
"1 should judge Mr Allison to be a
very capable driver," said Rev Smith
Boyd; and the ladies glared at Jim. "I
envy them their drive on a night like
this. I wonder if there will be good
coasting."
’’Fine,” Judged Jim Sargent, looking
out of the window toward the adjoin-
ing rectory. ’That first snow was wet
and it froze Now there's a good inch
on top of it and. at this rate, there
should be three by morning A little
thaw, and another freeze, and a little
more snow tomorrow, and I'll be tempt-
ed to make a bob-sled ”
"I'll help you." offered Rev. Smith
Boyd, with a glow of pleasure in his
particularly fine eyes. "1 used to have
a twelve-seated bob-sled, which never
started down the hill with less than
fifteen.”
“I never rode on one." complained
Arly. “I think I'm due for a bob-sled
party.”
"You’re Invited,” Lucile promptly
told her “Uncle Jim, you and Doctor
Boyd will have to hunt up your ham-
mer and saw.”
“I'll start right to w’ork.” offered the
young rector, with the alacrity which
had made him a favorite.
"If the snow holds, we’ll go over Into
the Jersey bills, and slide,” promised
Sargent with enthusiasm. “I’ll give
the party.”
"I seem to anticipate a pleasant eve-
ning." considered Ted Teasdale. whoso
athletics were confined entirely to
dancing. "We'll ride downhill on the
sleds, and uphill in the machines."
"That's barred," immediately pro-
tested Jim. "The boys have to pull
the girls uphill. Isn't that right,
Boyd?”
"It was correct form when I was a
boy," returned the rector, with a laugh.
He held his muscular hands out before
him as if he could still feel the cut of
the rope In his palms. He squared bis
big shoulders, and breathed deeply, In
memory of those health-giving days.
There was a flush in his cheeks, and
his eyes, which were sometimes green,
glowed with a decided blue. Arlene
Fosland, looking lazily across at him,
from the comfortable nest which sbe
had not quitted all evening, decided
that It was a shame that he had been
cramped Into tbe ministry.
"There's Gall!” cried Mrs. Sargent,
jumping to her feet and running into
the hall, before the butler could come
in answer to the bell. Sbe opened the
door and was immediately kissed, then
Gail came back into tbe library with-
out stopping to remove her furs She
was followed by Allison, and sbe car-
ried something Inside ber coat. Her
cheeks were rosy from the crisp air
and the snow sparkled on ber brown
bair like tiny diamonds.
’’We’ve been buying a dog!" she
breathlessly explained, and, opening
her coat, she produced an animated
teddy bear, with two black eyeB and
one black pointed nose protruding
from a puff ball of pure white. She
set It on the floor, where It waddled
uncertainly In three directions, and
Anally curled down between Rev
Smith Boyd’s feet.
“A collie!" and Rev. Smith Boyd
picked up the warm Infant for an ad-
miring Inspection. "It's a beuutlful
puppy.”
“Isn't It a dear!” exclaimed Gall
taking It away from him. and favoring
him with a smile. She whisked the
Huffy little ball over to her Aunt Grace
and left It In that lady's lap. while she
threw off her furs.
“Where could you buy a dog at this
hour?” Inquired Mrs Davies, glancing
at the clock, which stood now at the
accusing hour of a quarter of eleven.
“We woke up the kennel men.”
| laughed Gall, turning with a sparkling
glance to Allison, who was being In-
j trodueed ceremoniously to the ladies
I by Uncle Jim ‘‘We had a perfectly
; glorious evening! We dined at Rose-
| leaf Inn, entirely surrounded by hectic
| lights, then we drove live miles Into
| the country and bought Flakes We
came home so fast that Mr. Allison al-
most had to bold me In.” She turned,
laughing, to And the eyes of Rov.
] Smith Boyd fixed on her In cold disap-
proval. They were no longer blue!
CHAPTER IV.
Too Many Men.
“A conscience must be a nuisance
| to a rector," sympathized Gall Sar-
j gent, as she walked up the bill beside
! Rev. Smith Boyd.
The tall young rector shifted the
thin rope of the sled to his other hand.
"Epigrams are usually more clever
! than true," he finally responded, with
| a twinkle In his eyes. It had been In
j his mind to sharply defend that
j charge, but he reflected that It was
unwise to assume the speech worth
serious consideration. Moreover, he
j had come to this toboggan party for
healthful physical exercise!
"Then you’re guilty of an epigram."
retorted Gall, who was annoyed with
Rev. Smith Boyd without quite know-
ing why. “You can’t believe all you
are compelled, as a minister, to say.”
"That," returned Rev. Smith Boyd
coldly, "Is a matter of interpretation."
He commended himself for his pa
tience, as he proceeded to Instruct
thi3 mistaken young person. She was
a lovable girl. In spite of the many
things he found in her of which to
disapprove. "The eye of the needle
through which the camel was sup-
| posed not to be able to pass, was. In
reality, a narrow city gate called the
Needle’s Eye."
Gail looked at him with that little
! smile at the corners of her red lips,
j eyelids down, curved lashes on her
cheeks, and beneath the lashes a
| sparkle brighter than the moonlight
I on the snow crystals in the adjoining
! field.
1 "It seems to me there was some-
I thing about wealth in that metaphor,"
| she observed, her round eyes flashing
! open as she smiled up at him "If It
countryside with mellow light, ant
strewed upon earth's freeb robe a
wealth of countless sparkling gems.
"This Is a wonderful sermon,”
mused Gall; theu she turned to the
rector. She softened toward him, as
she saw that he, too, had partaken of
the awe and majeBty of this scene. He
stood straight and tall, hla splendidly
poised bead thrown back, and his gaze
resting tar off where the hills cut
against the sky In tree-clad scallops.
"It is an inspiration," he told her,
with a tone in his vibrant voice which
she bad not heard before; and for that
brief Instant these two, between whom
there had seemed some instinctive
antagonism, were nearer in sympathy
than either had thought it possible to
be. Then Rev. Smith Boyd hap
pened to remember something. “The
morality or immorality of riches de
pends upon its use," he sonorously
stated, as he stepped out into tbe road
again, dragging his sled behind him.
following the noisy, loitering crowd
with tho number two bobsled. “Mar-
ket Square church, which is the one
I suppose you meant in your comparl
son with the rich man, intends to de-
vote all tfm means with which a kind
Providence has blessed it. to the glory
of God.”
"And the glorification of the billion-
aire vestry," she added, still annoyed
with Rev. Smith Boyd, though she did
not know why.
Again Rev. Smith Boyd drew her
out of the road, almost ungently, ant
unnecessarily in advance of need, to
permit a thick man to glide leisurely
by on his stomach on a handsled. He
slid majestically onward, with happ)
forgetfulness of the dignity belonging
to the president of tho Towando Val
ley railroad and a vestryman of Mar
ket Square church.
'That used to be lots of fun," re
membered Gall, looking after her
Uncle Jim in envy.
"Market Square church has dis-
pensed millions in charity," the rector
felt it his duty to Inform her, as they
started up the hill again.
"If It’s like our church at home It
costs ninety cents to deliver a dime,"
she retorted, bristling anew with by-
gone aggravations. "So long as you
can deliver baskets of provisions In
person. It is all right, but the minute
you let the money out of your sight it
niters through too many paid hands.
1 found this out Just before I resigned
from our charity committee."
He looked at her in perplexity. She
was so young and so pretty, so charm-
ing In the ermine which framed her
pink face, so gentle of speech and
movement, that her visible self and
her Incisive mind seemed to be two
different creatures.
"Why are you so bitter against the
church?" and his tone was troubled,
not so much about what she had said
but about ber.
ITO BE CONTINUED.)
SHORTER FORM WELL CHOSEN
State Department’s Use of the Word
"Identic” Altogether Proper and
Orthodox.
HAVE ROSY CHEEKS
AND FEEL FRESH AS
A DAISY—TRY THIS!
Says glass of hot water with
phosphate before breakfast
washes out poisons.
i, ST'
sJ
“Why Are You So Bitter Against the
Church?”
was so difficult even in those days for
a rich man to enter the kingdom of
heaven, how can a rich church hope
to enter the spirit of the gospel?”
Rev. Smith I3oyd hastily, and almost
roughly, drew her aside, as a long, low
bobsled, accompanied by appropriate
screams, came streaking down the hill,
and passed them. They both turned
and followed its progress down the
narrowing white road, to where it
curved away In a silver line far at
the bottom of a hill. Hills and val-
leys, and fences and trees, and even
a distant stream were covered with
the fleecy mantle of winter, while
high overhead in a sky of blue, hung a
round, white moon, which flooded the
To not a few readers of the Eng-
lish and American “notes” the word
“Identic.” which was used by both gov
ernments, must have seemed a novel
and rather unpleasing substitute for,
or shortening of, tho familiar “Identi-
cal”
The word has long been used, how-
ever, in diplomatic correspondence
and documents, no doubt because of
the Influence exerted by the French,
once the common language of inter-
national exchanges, and still familiar
to more diplomats than any other one
tongue. The French say and write
“identique,” and of that “identic"
is a natural translation.
The shorter form, however, has a
valid claim for preference, In that It
! says exactly what "identical” says,
i and does it without the pleonasm or
| redundancy which marks so many of
i our words ending in “leal.” Why we
! persist in lengthening such sufficiently
j long words as "philosophic” and “geo-
I graphic” with a wholly needless “al”
I it would be hard to explain—almost an
hard as to explain the frequent ap-
i pearance of such absurdities as “dis-
embark,” ‘disassociate,” “coincldent-
! ally” and “superimpose.”
One should not be too fussy about
such things, however, for in language
whatever is, is right, and enough us-
age makes any usage right.
Tribute to Trees.
Tho trees formed the first tpmplei
of tho gods, and even at the present
day the country people, preserving in
all their simplicity their ancient rites,
consecrate the finest of their trees to
j some divinity Indeed, we feel our
selves inspired to adoration not less
! by the sacred groves, and their very
1 stillness, than by the statues of the
i gods, resplendent as they are with
j gold and Ivory. Each kind of tree re-
j mains immutably consecrated to some
! divinity; the beech to Jupiter, the
laurel to Apollo, tho olive to Minerva,
the myrtle to Venus and tho poplar to
Hercules. In more recent times it
was the trees that, by their juices
more soothing even than corn, first
mollified the natural asperity of man.
—Pliny.
To see tho tinge of healthy bloom
In your face, to see your skin get
clearer ami clearer, to wake up with-
out a headache, backache, coated
tongue or a nasty breath. In fact to
feel your best, day in and clay out, Just
try Inside-bathing every morning for
one week.
Before breakfast each day, drink a
glass of real hot water with a tea-
spoonful of limestone phosphate In It
as a harmless means of washing from
the stomach, liver, kidneys and bowels
the previous day's Indigestible waste,
sour bllo and toxins; thus cleansing,
sweetening and purifying tho entire
alimentary canal before putting more
food into the stomach. The action of
hot water and limestone phosphate ou
an empty stomach is wonderfully in-
vigorating. It cleans out all the sour
fermentations, gases and acidity and
gives ono a splendid appetito for
breakfast.
A quarter pound of limestone phos-
phate will cost very little at your drug-
gist or general store, but is sufficient
to demonstrate that Just as soap and
hot water cleanses, sweetens and
freshens tho skin, so hot water and
limestone phosphate act on tho blood
and Internal organs. Those who aro
subject to constipation, bilious attacks*
acid stomach, rheumatic twinges, also
those whoso skin Is sallow and com-
plexion pallid, are assured that one
week of inside-bathing will have them
both looking and feeling better in ev-
ery way.—Adv.
The inventor of a three-legged step-
ladder claims to withstand more rig-
idly on uneven surfaces than if It
had four legs.
MOTHER! LOOK AT
CHILD'S TONGUE
If cross, feverish, constipated,
give ‘‘California Syrup
of Figs.”
A laxative today saves a sick child
tomorrow. Children simply will not
take tho time from play to empty their
bowels, which become clogged up with
waste, liver gets sluggish; stomach
sour. ,
Look at the tongue, mother! If coat-
ed, or your child Is listless, cross, fev-
erish, breath bad, restless, doesn't eat
heartily, full of cold or has sore throat
or any other children’s ailment, give a
teaapoonful of “California Syrup of
Figs,” then don't worry, because It is
perfectly harmless, and In a few hours
all this constipation poison, sour bile
and fermenting waste will gently
move out of the bowels, and you have
a well, playful child again. A thor-
ough “inside cleansing" is ofttlmes all
that is necessary. It should be the
first treatment given in any sickness.
Beware of counterfeit fig syrups.
Ask at the store for a 60-cent bottle of
"California Syrup of Figs,” which has
full directions for babies, children of
all ages and for grown-ups plainly
printed on the bottle. Adv.
Bang!
"Did that war stock you bought go
up?"
“Not exactly. It blew up."
TAKE A GLASS OF SALTS
WHEN BLADDER BOTHERS
Out to Kill.
Bacon—The quantity of cattle In
this country has decreased la recenl
years, while the poultry flock has
grown larger.
Egbert—Which would seem to prov«
that the poor-shot gunner Is more dan-
gerous than the automobile driver.
Tho Worshipers.
He—I didn't see you at church this
morning
She—No; I was late and went In
while you were asleep.—Boston Tran
script.
Harmless to Flush Kidneys and Neir»
tralize Irritating Acids—Splendid
far the System.
Kidney anil Bladder weakness result
from uric acid, says a noted authority.
Tho kidneys filter this acid from the
blood and pirns it on to the bladder,
where it often remains to Irritate and
I Inflame, causing a burning, scalding
sensation, or Setting up an irritation
at tho neck of tho bladder, obliging
! you to seek relief two or three tiroes
during tlio night, Tho sufferer is in
constant droad, the water passes
sometimes with a scalding sensation
and is very profuse; again, there is
difficulty in avoiding it.
Bladder weakness, most folks call
It, because they can't control urina-
tion. While It Is extremely annoying
and sometimes very painful, this fs
really one of tho most simple aliments
to overcome. Get about four ounces
of .lad Halts from your pharmacist and
take a tahlespoonful in a glass ot
water before breakfast, continue this
for two or three days. This will neu-
tralize the acids in the urine so it no
longer is a source of Irritation to the
bladder and urinary organs which then
act normally again.
-lad Salts Is Inexpensive, harmless,
i and is mado from the acid of grapes
and lemon juice, combined with lithia.
and Is used by thousands of folks who
are subject to urinary disorders caused
by uric acid Irritation. .Tad Salts la
splendid for kidneys and causes no
bad effects whatever.
Here you have a pleasant, efferves-
cent llthia-water drink, which quickly
relieves bladder trouble.—Adv.
Some Weight.
Redd—How much does his automo-
bile weigh?
Greene—You mean with the mort-
gage?
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