Seminole County News (Seminole, Okla.), Vol. 15, No. 41, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 29, 1921 Page: 3 of 8
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Copyright, by Peter B. Kyne
By PETER B. KYNE
"THE VALLEY OF THE GIANTS,” Etc
HORRID WAR.
Synopsis. — Captain PhineaB P.
Scraggs lias grown up around the
docks of ban Francisco, and from
mess boy on a river steamer, risen
to the ownership of the steamer
Muggie. Since each annual in-
spection promised to be the last of
the old weatherbeaten vessel,
hcraggs naturally has some dlttl-
culty in securing a crew. When
the story opens, Adelhert P. Oib-
ney, likable, but erratic, a man
whom nobody but Scraggs would
hire, is the skipper, Neils Halvor-
sen, a solemn Swede, constitutes
tlie forecastle hands, and Part Mc-
Uuffey, a wastrel of the Glbney
type, reigns in the engine room.
With this motley crew and his an-
cient vessel, Captain Scraggs is
engaged In freighting garden
truck from Halfmoon bay to San
Francisco. The inevitable happens;
tile Maggie goes ashore in a fog.
A passing vessel hailing the wreck,
Mr. Glbney gets word to a towing
company In San Francisco that the
Ship ashore is the Yankee Prince,
with promise of a rich salvage.
Two tugs succeed in pulling Hie
Maggie Into deep water, and she
slips her tow lines and gets away
in the fog. Furious ut the decep-
tion practiced on them, Captains
Hicks and Flaherty, commanding
the two tugboats, ascertain the
Identity of the 'Yankee Prince"
and, fearing ridicule should the
facts become known along the wa-
ter front, determine on personal
vengeance. Their hostile visit to
the Muggie results In Captain
Scraggs promising to get a new
boiler and make needed repairs to
the steamer. Scraggs refuses to
fulfill his promises and Glbney and
McGuffey "strike." With marvel-
ous luck, Scraggs ships a fresh
crew. At the end of a few days
of wild conviviality Glbney and
McGuffey are stranded and seek
their old positions on the Maggie.
They are hostilely received, but re-
main. On their way to Sun Fran-
cisco they sight a derelict and Gib-
ney and McGuffey swim to it. The
derelict proves to be the Chesa-
peake, richly laden, its entire crew
stricken with scurvy. Scraggs at-
tempts to tow her In, but the Mag-
gie Is unequal to the task and Glh-
ney und McGuffey, alone, sail the
ship to San Francisco, their sal-
vage money amounting to $1,000
apiece. His orew having deserted
him, Captain Scraggs induces them
to return. At an "old horse" sale
the three purchase two mysterious
boxes which they believe to con-
tain smuggled "Oriental goods."
They ilnd, instead, two dead Chi-
namen. Scraggs seeks to "double
cross” his two associates, but Mr
Glbney outwits him and makes a
satisfactory financial settlement
wdth the Chinese company to
whom the bodies have been con-
signed, leaving Scraggs out in the
cold. Glbney resents McGuffey's
action in lending money to Scraggs
without consulting him, and after
terrific wordy combat the three
separate, McGuffey becoming as-
sistant engineer on an oil tanker
Glbney disappearing, and Scraggs
forced to lay up the Maggie, takes
subordinate position on a ferry
steamer. Senor I.opez. Mexican
revolutionist, makes Scraggs a gen-
erous offer for transportation of
munitions to Ixnver California
Scraggs accepts, and the old Mag-
gie is once more put into commis-
sion. Arriving at his destination,
{scraggs finds his old companion,
Mr. Gibney, is the consignee. Time
having softened animosities, the re-
union Is Joyful.
CHAPTER IX—Continued
—9—
“Why?” demanded Captain Scraggs,
instantly on the defensive.
“Not ttmt I’m holdin’ any grudge
x agin you, Seraggsy,” said Mr. <J||,ney
affably, “hut I wouldn't a-had you no
•'lore now than I would when we was
runnln’ in the green-pea trade. It’s
because you ain’t got no imagination,
mid the Maggie ain’t big enough for
my purpose. Havin’ the Maggie sort
of puts a crimp In my plans."
Hot. snapped Captain Scraggs.
“I’ve had (he Maggie overhauled and
shipped a new wheel, and she’s a
mighty smart little boat, I’ll tell you.
I’ll land them arms in Descanso bay
■ all right.”
kn°w you will,” said Mr. Glbney
; J sadly, "That’s .lust what hurts. You
H,‘e. Seraggsy, I never intended ’em
for Descanso hay In the first place.
1 There’s a nice healthy little revolution
fomentin’ down in the United States
of Colombia, with Adelhert 1’. Gibney
playin’ both ends to the middle. Anil
there’s a dog-hole down on the Gold
coast where I intended to land tills
cargo, hut now that Scab Johnny’s
gone to work and seat me a bay scow
Instead of a sea-goln’ steamer, I’m in
the nine-hole Instead o’ dog-hole. I
can never get ns fnr as the Gold coast
with the Mnggie. She can’t carry coal
enough to last her.”
“But I thought these guns and
things was for the Mexicans,” qua-
vered Captnin Scraggs. “Scab Johnny
and Lopez told me they was.”
Mr. Glbney groaned and hid ills face
in his linnds. “Seraggsy,” he said sad-
ly, "it’s a cinch you ain’t used the
past four years to stimulate that imagi-
nation of yours. Of course they was
purchased for the Mexicans, hut what
was to prevent me from lettln’ the
Mexicans pay for them, help out on
the charter of the bont, and then have
me divert the cargo to the United
Slates of Colombia, where I can sell
’em at a clear profit, the cost bein’
nothin’ to speak of? Now you got to
come buttin’ in with the Maggie, and
what happens? Why, I got to be hon-
est, of course. I got to make good on
my bluff, nnd what's In it for me?
Nothin’ but glory. Can you hock a
chunk of glory for ham and eggs,
1’hlnens Scraggs? Not on your life. If
it hadn’t been for you buttin’ In with
your blasted, rotten bulk of a fresh-
water skiff, I’d—”
Mr. Glbney paused ominously and
savagely hit tlie end of his cigar. As
for Captain Scraggs, every drop of
blood in ills body was boiling in de-
fense of the ship he loved.
“You’re a pirate,” lie yhrllled.
"And you're. Just as ldg a hornet us
you ever was,” replied Mr. Gibney.
“Always buzzln’ around where you
ain’t wanted. But still, what’s the use
of bawlin’ over spilt milk? We’ll drop
Into San Diego for u couple of hours
and lake on coal, and about sunset
we'll pull out and make the run down
to Descanso lmy in the dark. We
might as well forget the past and put
this tiling through ns per program.
Only I saw visions of a schooner all
my own, Seraggsy, nnd—well, what's
tlie use? What’s the use ? Seraggsy,
you’re a natarnl-horo mar-plot. Al-
ways buttin’ in. buttin’ In, fit for noth-
in’ hut the green-pea trade. However,
I guess I can turn into my old berth
and get some sleep. Put the old girl
under a slow hell and save your coal.
We’ll have to fool away four or five
hours in San Diego anyhow and there
ain’t no sense In crowdin’ the old hulk.”
"Gib,” said Captain Scraggs, “was
that really your lay—to steal the
cargo, double-cross the Insurrecto
junta, nnd sell out to a furrln’ coun-
try?”
"Of course it was,” said Mr. Gib-
ney pettishly. “They all do such
things In the banana republics. Why
should I be an exception? There’s half
a dozen different gangs flghtln’ each
other and the government In Mexico,
and If I don’t deliver these arms, just
see all the lives I’ll be savin’. And after
I got the cargo Into Colombia and
sold it, I could have peached on the
rebels there, nnd got a reward for it,
nnd saved n lot more lives, and come
away rich nnd respected.”
“By the Lord Harry,” said Captain
Scraggs, "but you’ve got an Imagina-
tion, Gib. I’ll swear to that. Gib, I
take off my lint to you. You’re all
light nnd shipshape and no loose ends
bobbin’ around you. Don’t tell me th’
scheme’s got t’ fall through, Gil). Great
snakes, don’t tell me that. Ain’t there
some way o’ gettin’ around It? There
must lie. Why, (fill, my dear boy, I
never heard of such a grand lay in my
life. It’s a absolute winner. Don’t
give up, Gib. Oil up your Imagination
nnd find a way out. Let’s get to-
gether, Gib, nnd make a little money.
Dang it all, Gib, I been lonesome ever
since I seen you Inst.”
“Well,” replied Mr. Glbney, "I’ll turn
In nnd try to scheme n way out, but I
don’t hold out no hope. Not n ray of
It. I’m afraid, Seraggsy, we’ve got to
lie honest."
Saying which, Mr. Gibney hopped up
Into liis berth, stretched Ills huge legs,
and fell asleep with his clothes on.
Captain Scraggs looked him over with
the closest nppronch to nffectlon that
had ever lightened his cold gray eye,
and sighing heavily, presently went on
deck. As he passed up the companion-
way. the first mate heard him murmur:
“Gib’s a fine lad. I’ll he dad burned
If he ain’t.”
At six o’clock next morning the
•Maggie was rounding Point Loraa,
heading in for San Diego bay, nnd
Captain Scraggs went below nnd
awakened Mr. Gibney.
"What’s for breakfast, Seraggsy, old
kid?" asked Mr. Glbney.
“Fried eggs," snld Captain Scraggs,
remembering Mr. Glbney’s partiality
fnr that form of nutriment in the van-
ished days of the green-pea trade.
“Ham an’ fried eggs an’ a sizzlin’ pot
o’ coffee. Thought a way out o’ our
mess, Gib?”
"Not yet,” replied Mr. Gibney ns he
rolled out of bed, “but eggs is always
stimulatin’, nnd I don’t give up hope
on a full stomach.”
An hour inter they were tied up un-
der the coni bunkers, and at Mr. Gib-
ney’s suggestion some twenty tons of
sacked coal were piled on top of the
fo’castle head and on the main deck
Cor’d, in case of emergency. They lay
In the harbor all dny until about four
o’clock, when Mr, Glbney, by virtue of
his authority as superenrgo, ordered
the lines cast off nnd the Maggie
steamed out of the harbor. Off Point
Loina they veered to the south, leav-
ing the Coronado Islands on the star-
board quarter, ten miles to the west.
Mr. Gibney was below with Cnptain
Scraggs, battling with the problem
that confronted them, when the mate
stuck Ids head down the companlon-
wny to report a large power schooner
coming out from the lee of the Coro-
nados and standing off on a course cal-
culated to intercept the Mnggie in an
hour or two.
Captain Scraggs nnd Mr. Glbney
sprang up on the bridge at once, the
latter with Scraggs’ long glnss up to
his eye.
• "She was hove to under the lee of
the island, nnd the minute we cnine
out of the harbor nnd turned south
she come nosin’ after us," snld the
mate.
"Hum!" muttered Mr. Glbney, "Gaso-
line schooner. Two masts nnd bald-
ton, I should suy, and allowin’ a pretty
Pair of heels. There’s somethin' up
for’d—yes—let me see—ye-es, there’s
two more—holy sailor! it’s a gunboat!
Due of those doggoned gasoline coast
patrol boats, and there's tlie federal
ling flying at tlie l’ore.”
"Let’s put back to San Diego hay,”
quavered Captain Scraggs. “I'll )»■
durned If 1 relish the Idee o’ losln’ the
Maggie."
“Too late," said tlie philosophical
Gilmer. "We’re In Mexican waters
now, and she cun cut us off from tlie
hay. The only thing we can do Is to
run for it and try to lose her after
dark. Tell tlie engineer to crowd her
to tlie limit. There ain't much wind to
speak of, so 1 guess we can manage
to hold our own for a while. Never-
theless, I've got a hunch that we'll lie
overhauled. Of course, you ain’t got
no papers to show, Scraggs, and they’ll
search the cargo, and confiscate us,
and shoot the whole bloomin' crowd
of us. I bet a dollar to a doughnut
that fellow Lopez sold us out, after
tlie fashion of ttie country. I can’t help
fhinkin' that that gunboat was there
just a-waltin’ for us to show up.”
For several minutes Mr. Gibney con-
tinued to study the gunboat until
there could no longer lie any doubt
that she intended to overhaul them,
lie made out that she had a long gun
for’d, with a battery of two one-pdund-
ers on top of her house and something
on her port quarter that looked like a
Maxim rapid-fire gun. About twenty
men, dressed In white cloth, could he
seen on her decks.
Presently Mr. Glbney was Inter-
rupted by Captain Scraggs pulling at
liYs sleeve.
"You was a gunner once, wasn’t you,
Gib?" said Captain Scraggs In a
trembling voice.
"You bet I was," replied Mr. Gibney.
“My shootin' won the trophy three
times in succession when I was on
the old Kearsarge. If I had one good
gun und a half-decent crew, I'd knock
that gunboat silly before she knew
what had lilt her.”
“Gib, I’ve got an idee,” snld Cnptain
Scraggs.
“Out with It," said Mr. Gibney cheer-
fully.
“There was four little cannon low-
ered Into tlie hold tlie last tiling before
we put on the main hatch, and tlie am-
munition to load ’em with Is stowed In
tlie after hold and very easy to get
at."
Mr. Gibney turned a beaming face to
tlie skipper, reached out ids arms, und
folded Captain Scraggs In nn embrace
that would have done credit to a
grizzly bear. There were genuine tears
of admiration In Ills eyes and in his
voice when lie could master his emo-
tions sufficiently to speak.
“Seraggsy, old tarpot, you’ve been a
long time coinin' through on the Imagi-
nation, tint you’ve sure arrived with
all snil set. I always thought you had
about as much nerve as nn oyster, but
I take it all linck. We’ll get out them
two little jackass guns and fight a
naval battle, nnd if I don’t sink that
Mexican gunboat, nnd save the Mag-
headed. About a hundred and twenty
“I’d Sooner Die Fightin’ Than Let
Them Stand Me Up Agin a Wall
in Ensenada."
gie, feed me to the sharks, for I won't
he worthy of the blood that’s in me.
Pipe all hands and lift off that main
hatch. Reeve a block and tackle
through that cargo gaff and stand by
to heave out tlie guns."
But Captain Scraggs had repented
of liis rash suggestion almost the mo-
ment he made It. Only the dire neces-
sity of desperate measures to save the
Maggie had prompted him to put the
bleu into Mr. Glbney’s head, and when
he saw the avidity with which the lat-
ter set to work clearing for action, his
terror knew no bounds.
"Oil, Gib,” he walled, “I'm afraid we
better not try to lick that gunboat aft-
er all. They might sink us with all
hands."
"Hats!” said
Mr. Glbney, as he
leaped Into the hold. “Bear a light
here until I can root out the wheels of
these guns. Here they are, labeled
‘cream separator.’ Stand by with that
sling to—”
"But, Gib, my dear boy," protested
Captnin Scraggs, "this is insanity!”
"1 know It," said Mr. Glbney calmly.
"Seraggsy, you’re perfectly right. But
I’d sooner die flghtln’ than let, them
stand me up agin a wall In Ensenada.
A'e're filibusters, Seraggsy, and we're
caught witli tlie goods. I, for one, am
goln’ down with tlie steamer Maggie,
hut I'm goln' down fightin' like a
hear.”
"Maybe—maybe we can outrun her,
Gill,” half sobbed Captain Scraggs.
“No hope," replied Mr. Gllmey.
“Fight and die Is tlie lust resort.
She's eight miles astern and gainin’
every minute, and when she’s within
two miles she’ll open tire. Of course,
we won't be hit unless they've got a
Yankee gunner aboard."
“Let's run up the Stars and Stripes
and dare ’em to fire on us,” said Cnp-
tuin Scraggs.
“No," said Mr. Glbney firmly, "my
old man died for the flag an' I’ve
sailed under It too long to hide be-
hind It when I’m in Dutch. We’ll
fight. If you was ever navigatin' of-
ficer on a Colombian gunboat, Scraggs,
you'd realize what It means to1 run
from a Mexican.”
Captain Scraggs salt) nothing fur-
ther. Perhaps lie was a little ashamed
of himself in the face of Mr. Glb-
ney s simple faith In Ills own ability;
perhaps In his veins, all unknown,
there flowed a taint of tlie heroic
blood of some forgotten sea-dog. Be
Hint as it may, something did swell
in Ids breast when Mr. Glhncy spoke
of die flag und liis scorning to hide
behind It, and Scraggs' snaggle teeth
came together with a snap.
All right, Gib, my hoy," he said
solemnly, “I’m wlth.you, Mrs. Scraggs
lias slipped her cnlile and there ain’t
nobody to mourn for me. But if we
can’t fight under the Stars and Stripes,
by the tail of the Great Sacred Bull,
we'll have a flag of our own,” and
leaving Mr, Gibney and the crew to
get the guns on deck, Captain Scraggs
ran below. He appeared on deck pres-
ently with a long blue burgee on which
was emblazoned In white letters the
single word Mnggie. It was Ids own
houseflag, and with trembling hands
lie ran It to the fore and cast Its
wrinkled folds to the breeze of heaven.
“Go#d old dishcloth!” shrieked Mr.
Glbney. “She never comes down.”
“D—d If she does,” suld Captain
Scraggs profanely.
While all tills was going on, a deck-
hand had reeved a block and tackle
through the cud of the cargo gaff
and passed it to the winch. The two
guns came out of the hold In jig time,
and while Scraggs nnd one deckhand
opened the after hold and got out am-
munition for the guns, Mr. Glbney, as-
sisted by the other deckhand, pro-
ceeded to put one of the guns to-
gether. He was shrewd enough to
realize that he would have to do prac-
tically all of the work of serving the
gun himself, in view of which condi-
tion one gun would have to defend
the Maggie, He lind never seen n
mountain gun before, but he did not
find It difficult to put the sUnple me-
chanism together.
“Now, then, Seraggsy,” lie an-
nounced cheerfully when the gun was
finally assembled on the carriage,
“get a sizeable timber an’ spike It to
the center o' the deck. I’ll run the
trail spade up against thnt cleat an’
that’ll keep the recoil from lettln’ tlie
gun go backward, clean through tlie
opposite rail and overboard. Gimme
a coupler gallons o’ distillate an' some
waste, somebody. Tills cosmoiine’s
got to come out o’ the tube an’ out o’
the breech mechanism before we com-
mence shootin’.’’
The enemy had nppronched within
three miles by the time the piece was
ready for action. Under Mr. Glbney’s
instructions Captnin Scraggs held tlie
fuse setter in case It should be nec-
essary to adjust with shrapnel Mr
Gllmey Inserted ids sights and took r.
preliminary squint. “A little differ-
ent from gun-pointin’ In the nuvy, but
about tlie same principle," he declared.
"In tlie army I believe they call tills
kind o’ shootin' direct fire, because
you sight direct on the target.” He
scratched his Ingenious head and ex-
amined the ammunition. “Not n high
explosive shell In the lot," he mourned.
“I’ll hove to use percussion fire to get
the range; then I'll drop hnck a little
an’ spray her with shrapnel. Seems
a pity to smash up a fine schooner
like that one with percussion fire. I'd
rather tickle ’em up a bit with
shrapnel an’ scare ’em Into runnln’
away."
He got out the lanyard, slipped a
cartridge in the breech, paused, and
scratched Ills head ngaln. Ills calm
deliberation was driving Scraggs
crazy. He reminded Mr. Gibney with
some asperity that they were not in-
leading a strawberry festival and for
the love of heaven to get busy.
“I'ni estimatin’ the range," you
snipe,” Glbney retorted, “Looks to bo
about three miles to me. A little long,
r.iebbe, for tills gun, hut—there's noth-
in’ like tryin’,” and lie sighted care-
fully. “Fire,” he bawled as the Mag-
gle rested an Instant In the trough of
the sea—and u deckhand Jerked th«
lanyard. Instantly Mr. Glbney dapped
the long glass to his eye.
“Good direction—over,” he mur-
mured. "1 || lay on her waterline next
time.’’ He jerked open tlie breech,
ejected the cartridge ease, and rammed
another cartridge home. This shot
struck the water directly under the
schooner's bow and threw water over
her forecastle head. Mr. Glbney
smiled, spat overboard, and winked
confidently at Captain Scraggs. "Like
spearin' fish in a hath tub," he de-
clared. He Dent over tlie fuse setter.
“Corrector three zero," he Intoned,
“four eight hundred." lie thrust a
cartridge in the fuse setter, twisted
it, slammed It in the gun, mid tired
again. "Over," he growled.
Something whined over the Maggie
ami threw up a waterspout half u
mile beyond tier.
'Dulis, Jeered Mr. Glbney, and
sighted ngaln. This time Ills shrapnel
hurst neatly on the schooner. Almost
simultaneously a shell from the
schooner dropped Into the sacked coal
on tile forecastle head of the Maggie
und enveloped her in n black pall of
smoke and coal dust. Captain
Scraggs screamed
“Tit for lat," the philosophical Glb-
ney reminded him. "We can’t expect
to get away with everything, Seraggsy,
old klddo.” The words were scarcely
out of Ills mouth before tile Maggie’s
mainmast and about ten feet of her
ancient railing were trailing along
side. Mr. Glbney whistled softly
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sprayed the Mexican again. "It breaks
my heart to ruin tlint craft's canvas,”
he declared, und let her have it once
111011?.
“My Maggie’s tall Is shot away,"
Cnptain Scraggs walled, “an’ I only
rebuilt it a week ago,” Three more
shots from the long gun missed them,
hut the fourth carried away the cabin,
leaving the wreck of the pilot house,
with the helmsman unscathed, slick-
ing up like a sore thumb.
“Turn her around and head straight
for them,” the gallant Glbney roared.
“She’s a smaller target coinin’ hows
on. Were broadside to her now."
^ "Gih, will you ever sink that
Greaser?" Captain Scraggs sohbed hys-
terically.
“Don’t want to sink her," the super-
cargo retorted. "She’s a nice little
schooner. I’d rather capture her. May-
lie \ie can use her in our business,
Seraggsy,” and he continued to show-
er tlie enemy with high bursting shrap-
nel. When the two vessels were less
than two miles apart tlie one-ponnders
came Into action. It was pretty shoot-
ing and the wicked little shells ripped
through tlie old Mnggie like buckshot
through u roll of butter. Mr, Glbney
slid flat on tlie deck beside ills gun
nnd Captain Scraggs sprawled beside
him.
“A feller,” Mr. Glbney announced,
“has got to take a heatin’ while lookin’
for nn openin’ to put over the knock-
out blow. If the aid Maggie holds to-
gether tin we’re within a cable length
o’ that schooner an’ we ain’t all killed
by thnt time, I bet I’ll make them
skunks sing soft an’ low.”
“How?” Captain Scraggs chattered.
“With muzzle bursts,” Mr. Glbney
replied, “I’ll set my fuse nt zero, an*
at point-blank range I'll just rake
everything off that schooner’s decks.
Guess I’ll get half a dozen cartridges
set an’ ready for tlie big scene. Up
with you, Admiral Scraggs, an’ hold
tlie fuse setter steady."
“I’m agin war,” Scruggs quavered.
“Gib, It’s sure h—11."
“nuts! It’s Invigoratin’, Seraggsy.
There ain’t nothin’ wrong with war.
Seraggsy, unless you happen to get
killed. Then it’s like cholera. You
can cure every case except the first
one.”
They had come Inside the minimum
range of tlie Mexican’s long gun now,
so that only the one-pounders con-
tinued to peck at the Mnggie. Evi-
dently the Mexican was ns eager to
get to close quarters ns Mr. Glbney,
for he held steadily on Ills course.
Well, It’s time to put over tlie hlg
stuff,” Mr. Glbney remarked presently.
“Here’s hopin’ they don’t pot me with
rifle fire while I’m extendin’ my com-
pliments.”
Keep Fit
Bowel regularity is the
secret of good health.
Without forcing or irri-
tating, Nujol softensthe
food waste. The many
tiny muscles in the
intestines can then re-
move it regularly. Abso-
lutely harmless—try it.
el
ChcU*.i^
WATCH
THE BIG 4
Stomach-Kidneys-Heart -Liver
Keep the vital organs healthy by
regularly taking the world’s stand-
ard remedy for kidney, liver,
bladder and uric acid troubles—
COLD MEDAL
CAPSULES!
The National Remedy of Holland for
centuries and endorsed by Queen Wilhel-
tntna. At all druggists, three sizes.
Look for the name Gold Medsl on every bos
and accept no imitation
Girls! Girls!!
Clear Your Skin
With Cuticura
Soap 25c, Oiotmeot 25 and 50c, Talcum 25c.
PISO'S
SAFE AND SANE
for Coughs y Colds
oth*
ywhei
Hm ^trrup^U^diffMtnt hom all other*
Not So Catching.
“I hear your father Is ill.”
"Yes, quite 111.”
"Contagious disease?"
"I hope not; the doctor says
overwork.”—Carnegie Puppet.
Crosses Ocean 180 Times.
W. I'. Willis, a business ntan of
New York, has crossed the Atlantic
180 times.
Captain Gibney, a victor, or-
ganizes “The Syndicate."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Night and Morning.
Have Strong, Healthy
Eyes. If they Tire, Itch,
Smart or Burn, if Sore,
Irritated, Inflamed or
Granulated, use Murine
Often. Soothes, Refreshes. Safe for
Infantor Adult. At all Druggists. Writefor
Free Eye Book. Hurtne Eye Kerned? C#.. n.i~r
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Seminole County News (Seminole, Okla.), Vol. 15, No. 41, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 29, 1921, newspaper, December 29, 1921; Seminole, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc859468/m1/3/: accessed April 23, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.