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THE HOLLIS POST—HERALD
MRS. LULA VANIf
HILTON. ARK.
Suggests to Suffering Women
the Road to Health
Ittton, Arkansas.—"I used LydU EL
rlnhham a Vegetable Compound for •
|soreness in my side.
1 would suffer so bad-
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my waist down that I
could not be on
feet half the
was not able to do my
work without help. I
saw your Vegetable
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and gave it a fair
trial. Now I am able
, i to do my work and
•on t even have a backache every month.
i cannot praise your Vegetable Com-
pound enough and highly recommend it
to those who have troubles like mine. I
am willing for these facts to be used as
a testimonial to lead all who suffer with
female troubles, as I did, to the right
road to health. "—Mrs. Lula Vann.Box
43, Fulton, Arkansas.
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word of mouth and by letter, one woman
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Erskine Dale
,Pioneer,
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John Fox, Jn
yillustrated by R.H.Livingstone
CHARLES- SciTlRNCR'5
not work at certain times.
Here is a woman who is so grateful
and glad to be relieved from a painful
and nerve racking physical condition
that she wishes to tell all sick women.
Laxatives
Replaced
By the Use of Nujol
Nujol Is lubricant—not
a medicine or laxative—so
cannot gripe.
When yon are constipated,
not enough of Nature's lu-
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In the bowel to keep the
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| A LUBRICANT-WOT A LAXATIVE
Long-Distance Courting.
The. widowed "scrub lady" was a
little abstracted. Her mistress sus-
pected a second romance and made
such kindly inquiries that the truth
emerged.
"Yes, muni, 1 suppose 1 am eourtln'.
An' yet, 1 don't know for sure, because
lie's been fishin' down In Florida for
the last six months."
EARLY MORN
SYNOPSIS.—To the Kentucky
wilderness outpost commanded by
Jerome Sandtrrs, In the time Imme-
diately preredlng the Revolution,
oomes a white boy fleeing from a
tribe of Shawnoes by whom he had
been t aptured and adopted as a son
of the chief Kahtoo. He is given
shelter and attracts the favorable
attention of Dave Yandell, a leader
among the settlers. The boy warns
his new friends of the coming of u
Shawnee war party. The fort Is
attacked, and only saved by the
timely appearance of a party of
Virginians. The leader of these Is
fatally wounded, but In his dying
moments recognizes the fugitive
youth as his son. , At Red Oaks,
plantation on the James river, Vir-
ginia, Colonel Dale's home, the hoy
appears with a message for the
colonel, who after reading It Intro-
duces the bearer to his daughter
Barbara as her cousin, Erskine
Dale. Rrskine meets two other
cousins, Harry Dale and Hugh Wil-
loughby. Dueling rapiers on a wall
at Red Oaks attract Erskine's at-
tention. He takes his first fencing
lesson from Hugh. Yandell visits
Red Oaks. At the county fair at
Williamsburg Erskine meets a
youth, Dane Grey, and there at
once arises a bitter antagonism he-
tween them. Grey, in liquor, in-
sults Erskine. and the latter, for
the moment all Indian, draws Ms
knife. Yande|l disarms him.
Ashamed of his conduct In the af-
fair with Grey. Erskine leaves Red
Oaks that night, to return to the
wilderness. Yandell, with Harry
and Hugh, who have been permit-
ted to visit the Sanders fort, over-
take him. At the plantation the
boy had left a note In which he
gave the property, which Is his as
the son of Colonel Dale's older
brother, to Barbara The party Is
met by three Shawnees, who bring
news to Erskine < whose Indian
name is White Arrow) that his fos-
ter father. Kahtoo, is dying and
desires him to come to the tribe
and become Its chief. After a brief
visit to the fort Erskine goes to the
tribe.
CHAPTER VII—Continued.
The war has made table linen very
valuable. The use of Red Cross Ball
Blue will add to Its wearing qualities.
Use it and see. All grocers.—Adver-
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Possible, But Not Probable.
Little Minnie had been a careful
observer of her parents' conversation.
Accompanied by her mother she was
walking one day last spring when two.
girls wearing galoshes, passed them.
Stopping suddenly, Mamie said, "Look,,
mother, are they some of the 'boot-
leggers' daddy was talking about?"
Backache Is a Warning!
Those agonizing twinges across the
small of the back, that anil, throbbing
backache may mean serious kidney
weakness-serious, if neglected, for if
may lead to gravel, stone in the kid-
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On the seventh day he was nearing
the village, where the sick chief lay,
and when he caught sight of the tee-
pees in a little creek bottom, be fired
his rifle, and putting Firefly into a
gallop and with right hand high, swept
Into the village. Several bucks had
caught up bow or rifle at the report
nf the gun and the clatter of hoofs,
but their bands relaxed when they
saw his sign of peace. The squaws
gathered and there were grunts of
♦ecognitlon and greeting when the boy
pulled up in their midst. The flaps of
the chief's tent parted and his foster-
mother started toward him with a sud
den stream of tears and turned quick-
ly back. The old chief s keen black
eyes were waiting for her. and he
spoke before she could open her Hps:
"White Arrow! It is well. Here—at
once!"
Erskine had swung from his horse
and followed. The old chief measured
him from head to foot slowly and bis
face grew content:
"Show me the horse!"
The boy threw back the flaps of the
tent and with a gesture bade an In-
dian to lend Firefly to and fro. The
horse even thrust his beautiful head
overHjls master's shoulder and looked
within. snorting gently. Kahtoo
waved dismissal:
"You must ride north soon to carry
the white wampum and a peace talk.
And when you go you must hurry back,
for when the sun is highest on the
day after you return, ray spirit will
pass."
| And thereupon be turned his face
and went back into sleep.
Just before sunset rifle-shots sound-
ed In the distance—the hunters were
coming In — and the accompanying
whoops meant great success. Each of
three bucks carried « deer over his
shoulders, and foremost of the three
was Crooked Lightning, who barely
paused when he saw Erskine. and
then with an insolent glare and grunt
passed him and tossed his deer at the
feet of the squaws. The boy's hand
slipped toward the handle of his toma-
hawk, but some swift Instinct kept him
still. The savage must have had good
reason for su<,-h open defiance, for the
lad began to feel that many others
shared in Ills hostility and he began
to wonder and speculate.
Quickly the feast was prepared and
the boy ate apart—his foster-mother
bringing him food—but he could hear
the story of the day's hunting and the
allusions to the prowess of Crooked
Lightning's son. Black Wolf, who was
Erskine's age. and be knew they were
but slurs against himself.
Fresh wood was thrown on the fire,
and as Its light leaped upward the lad
saw an aged Indian emerge from one
of two tents that sat apart on a little
rise—saw him lift both hands toward
the stars for a moment and then re-
turn within.
"Who is that?" he asked.
"The new prophet," said his mother.
'He has bees bat one moon her* and
has much power over our young men."
An armful of pine fagots was tossed
on the blaze, and In a whiter leap of
light he saw the face of a woman at
the other tent—saw her face and for
a moment met her eyes before she
shrank back—and neither face nor
eyes belonged to an Indian. Startled,
he caught his mother by the wrist and
all but cried out:
"And that?" The old woman hesi-
tated and scowled:
"A paleface. Kahtoo bought her
and adopted her but"—the old woman
gave a little guttural cluck of tri-
umph—"she dies tomorrow. Kahtoo
will burn her."
"Hurn her?" burst out the hoy.
"The palefaces have killed many of
Kahtoo's kin!"
A little later when he was passing
near the white woman's t *nt a girl sat
in front of It pounding corn In a mor-
tar. She looked up at him and. star-
ing. smiled. She had the skin of the
half-breed, and he stopped, startled by
that fact and her beauty—-ami went
quickly on. At old Kahtoo's lodge he
could not help turning to look at her
agnin. and this time she rose quickly
and slipped within the tent. He turned
to find ills foster-mother watching him.
"Who is that girl?" The old woman
looked displeased.
"Daughter of the white woman."
"Does she know?"
"Neither knows."
"What Is her name?"
"Early Morn."
Early Morn and daughter of the
while woman—he would like to know
more of those two, and he half turned,
but the old Indian woman caught him
by the arm:
"Do not go there—you will only
make more trouble."
He followed the flash of her eyes
to the erlge of the firelight where a
young Indian stood watching and
scowling:
"Who is that?"
"Black Wolf, son of Crooked Light-
ning."
"Ah!" thought Erskine.
Within the old chief called faintly
and I he Indian woman motioned the
leaves fell and 1 am here. Why )a
Crooked Lightning here? Why Is the
new prophet? Who is the woman?
What has khe done that she must die?
What Is the peace talk you wish me
to carry north?"
The old man hesitated long with
closed eyes. When he opened them
the fire was gone asd they were dim
again.
"The story of the prophet and
Crooked Lightning is too long," he
said wearily. "I will tell tomorrow.
The woman must die because her
people have slain mine. Besides, she
is growing blind nnd Is a trouble. You
carry the white wampum to n council.
The Shawnees may join the British
against our enemies—the palefaces,"
"I will wait," said the lad. "1 will
carry tlie white wampum. If you war
against the paleface on this side of
the mountain—I am your enemy. If
yon war with the British against them
.all—I am your enemy. And the wom-
an must not die."
"1 have spoken," said the old man.
"1 have spoken," said the boy. He
turned to lie down and went to sleep.
The old man sat on, staring out at the
stars.
Just outside the tent a figure slipped
away as noiselessly as a snake. When
It rose und emerged from the shadows
the firelight showed the malignant, trt*
umphant face of Crooked Lightning.
Qliffi •
AMEMN
LEGION
<Copy for This nspsrtment Supplied k;
ths Amerlrsn I,« l(>n New. NtvIcd.)
Sure Relief
FOR INDIGESTION
UDIGtSnOM
FOUR MEDALS ON HIS BREAST
Carl M. Lange of Nebraska la That
Ctate'i Moat Decorated World
War Veteran.
Four medals on his breast and the
French cord on his arm make Carl M.
Lange of Hart-
CHAPTER VIII
The Squaws Gathered and There Were
Grunts of Recognition and Greeting
When the Boy Pulled Up in Their
Midst.
lad to go within. The old man s dim
eyes had a new fire.
"Talk!" he commanded, and mo-
tioned to the ground, but the lad did
not squat Indian fashion, but stood
straight with arms folded, and the
chief knew that a conflict was coming.
Narrowly he watched White Arrow s
face and bearing—uneasily felt the
strange new power of him.
"I have been with my own people,"
said the lad simply, "the palefaces
who have comfe over the big moun-
tain\ on and on almost to the big wa-
ters. I found my kin. They are many
and strong and rich. They, too. were
kind to me. I came because you had
been kind and because you were sick
and because you had sent for me, and
to keep my word.
"I have seen Crooked Lightning. His
heart is bad. I have seen the new
prophet. I do not like him. And I
have seen the white woman that you
are to burn tomorrow." The lad
stopped. His every word had been of
defense or indictment and more than
once the old chief's eyes shifted un-
easily.
The dauntless mien of the boy, his
steady eyes, and his bold truthfulness,
pleased the old man. The lad must
take his place as chief. Now White
Arrow turned questioner:
"I told you I would come when the
The Indian boys were plunging Into
the river when Erskine appeared at
the opening of the old chief's tent
next morning, and when they came
out icicles were clinging to. their hair,
He had forgotten the custom and he
shrugged his shoulders at his mother's
Inquiring look. But the next morning
when Crooked Lightning's son Black
Wolf passed him with a taunting
smile lie changed his mind.
"Wait!" he said. He turned, stripped
quickly to a breech-clout, pointed to a
beech down and across the river, chal-
lenging Black Wolf to a race. To-
gether they plunged in and the boy's
white body clove through the water
like the arrow that he was. At the
beech lie whipped about to meet the
angry face of his competitor ten yards
behind. Half-way back he was more
than twenty yards ahead when he
heard a strangled cry. Perhaps It was
a riwe to cover the humiliation of de-
feat, hut when he saw bucks rushing
for the river bank he knew that the
icy water had brought a cramp to
Black' Wolf, so he turned, caught the
lad by his topknot, towed him shore-
ward, dropped him contemptuously,
and stalked back to his tent. His
mtoher had built a fire for him, and
the old chief looked pleased and proud.
"My spirit shall not pass," he said,
and straightway he rose and dressed,
and to the astonishment of the tribe
emerged from his tent and walked
firmly about the village until he found
Crooked Lightning.
"You would have Black Wolf chief,"
he said. "Very well. We shall gee
who can show the better right—your
son or White Arrow"—a challenge that
sent Crooked Lightning to brood
awhile in his tent, and then secretly to
consult the prophet.
Later the old chief talked long to
White Arrow. The prophet, he said,
had been with them but a little while.
He claimed that the Great Spirit had
made revelations to him alone. What
manner of man was he, questioned the
boy—did he have ponies and pelts and
Jerked meat?
"He is poor." said the chief. "He
has only a wife and children and the
tribe feeds him."
White Arrow himself grunted —It
was the first sign of bis old life stir-
ring within blm.
"Why should the Great Spirit pic*
out such a man to favor?" lie asked.
The chief shook his head.
"Crooked Lightning has found much
favor with him, and in turn with the
others, so that I have not thought It
wfse to tell Crooked Lightning that he
must go. He has stirred up the young
men against me—and against you.'
They were waiting for me to die." The
boy looked thoughtful and the chief
waited. He had not reached the aim
of his speech and there was no need
to put it in words, for White Arrow
understood.
"I will show them," he said quietly.
When the two appeared outside,
many braves had gathered, for the
whole village knew what was in the
wind. Should it be a horse race first?
Crooked Lightning looked at the boy's
thoroughbred and shook his head-
Indian ponies would as well try to out
run an arrow, a bullet, a hurricane.
A foot-race? The old chief smiled
when Crooked Lightning shook his
head again—no brave in the tribe even
could match the speed that gave the
lad his name. The bow and arrow,
the rifle, the tomahawk? Tomahawks
and bows and arrows were brought
out. Black Wolf was half a hend
shorter, but stocky and powerfully
built. White Arrow's sinews had
strengthened, but he had scarcely used
bow and tomahawk since he had left
the tribe. He" had the power but not
the practice, and Black Wolf won
with great ease. When they came to
the rifle. Black Wolf was out of the
game, for never a bull's-eye did White
Arrow miss.
Ington, Neb,, that
state's most dec-
orated World wur
veteran. C o m-
p a r a 11 vely few
men who fought
for or with
France have had
the covet ed Me-
d a 111 e Mllltalre
bestowed on
them.. This dee-
oration goes only
to enlisted men
and to commanders-in-chief of armies
in the field. No officer in between Is
eligible to receive the medal. Yet
Lange was awarded two. One Marshul
retain pinned on his O. D. Several
months ufter the armistice I>unge
opened a registered package with a
French stamp on it and found another
Medullle Mllltalre.
The highest honor Nebraska could
give one of its World war heroes went
to Lange also. He was chosen by the
state commander of the American Le-
gion to officially represent Nebruska
at the burial In Arlington cemetery of
the "Unknown Soldier." The Distin-
guished Service cross, bestowed person-
ally by General Pershing, the Croix de
Guerre with palms and the knowledge
that he carried Merle Hay from the
trenches are other things that remind
Lange of his war service. Hay was
the first Iowa boy killed In the war
and one of the first three American
boys to die in action.
"With a gesture Pontiac bade
Crooked Lightning speak."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Man With a Mission.
The "man with a mission" is be-
coming a nuisance. Nine times out
of ten he seems to be headed away
from the kind of work he Is beat
qualified to do.—Houston Post
How many self-msde men have la
reality beto made by their wives?
WILL CONDUCT BAND CONTEST
Charlea E. Boehler, Veteran Musician,
Selected to Direct National Con
vention Feature.
Judging a baby show is on easy task
compared to the role assigned to
Charles E. Boeh-
ler, who will con-
duct a prize con-
test among the
100 bauds and
drum corps ex-
pected at the
American Legion
national conven-
tion in New Or-
leans next Octo-
ber.
Prizes for the
band contest will
be: First, $1,000;
seeond, $500, and third, $250. The
bands will be judged on the following
basis: Playing, 75 points; appearance,
10 points; marching, 10 points; num-
ber of instruments, 5 points.
The winner of the drum corps con-
test will receive $250, with a prize of
$100 for second place. Playing will
count for 50 points; appearance, 20
points; marching, 20 points; number
of instruments, 10 points.
Mr. Boehler Is a former president
of the New Orleans branch of the
American Federation of Musicians. He
served as a band leader In the Span
Ish-Amerlcan and World wars and on
the Mexican border. During the
World war he was senior band mas
ter of the Thirty-first division.
The Private's Dilemma^
I'd like to be a corprll and with the cor
prlls gtand,
A chevron on my coat Bleeve *nd a war-
rant in my hand,
But when I think It ov«r all my hope to
gloom dt scends,
I'd like to be a corpril—but I'd rather
have my friends.
The private marches dumbly—this way,
that way. what's the odds?
While the corpril joins the shouting when
the order's "Right by squads!"
But when the drill is over then the cor-
pril'8 glory ends,
Oh, I'd like to be a corpril—but I'd rather
ha ve my friends.
The extra pay comes handy and the chev-
ron makes one proud.
But it's tough to be a noncom when your
heart Is with the crowd.
To persecute your buddies with commands
the captain sends.
Yes. rd like to be a corpril-*ut I'd rather
have my friends!
—Oleason Pease, In American Legion
Weekly.
Whaddya Mean, Hard Luck?
The colonel had heard of two recent
disasters In the family of his colored
orderly and was surprised to find him
apparently as cheerful as ever when
he returned to duty after a brief fur-
lough home.
"Well, Sam." said the colonel sym-
pathetically, "I hear you have had
some hard luck."
"What, me, suh? Nossuh, Ah ain'
had no hahd luck."
"Why, wasn't that your brother who
was killed in a railroad wreck recent-
ly and wasn't that your wife that was
hurt in an automobile accident?"
"Oh, yassuh, yassuh—but dat's deir
hahd luck—not mine."—American Le-
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