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THE CLAYTON TRIBGNE. CLAYTON. GEORGIA. TEMPEST F all the dangers ami hazards to which &£ ® humanity is liable, not one more —-rrm quickly reaches the heart-strings or strikes a stronger chord of sympathy than shipwreck. The advance of _yvL*yv, science, it is said, has killed the *"* poetry, the wonder and the romance of the sea, but it cannot, as we too often have occasion to deplore, eliminate its peril. The agony of suspense may not, indeed, in these dayB be prolonged, for the iron or steel hull breaks up more quickly than the fabric of the wooden ship, which oftentimes for days bumped and tore on the rocks or sands before it fell to pieces. On the other hand, the catastrophes in cidental to the sea— . collision, fire and its awful horrors, and stranding — are now on a more colossal scale. The ships are bigger, more poor souls ure endangered, brings the harrowing details more speedily home to a wider cir cle of sympathizers. Ocean travel today, it is true, has been made comfortable, and the passenger ships race from port to port with the punctuality of the post. The seafarer, i whether lie lives in the forecastle or luv uriates in the state room, no longer has fighting for liis life or property, nor v is he subject to the dis courtesy, the stupidi ty or the brutality of those to whom he looks for a safe and pleasant voyage. The rude seaman who in olden times regarded his passengers with Ill-concealed con tempt, and in the mo ment of danger drove them below, battened them under hatches and left them in the ill-smelling and suf locating hold, to suf fer agonies of fear, longer exists. It will be remembered how Shakespeare's boat swain in "The Tern pest” roughly orders the passengers below and out of the way lest they impede the efforts of the mariners engaged in attempting to save the vessel. Hut the sea has lost nothing of its strength, its capriciousness or its malignancy, and when the unexpected happens and the ship strikes it is, unfortunately, too true that, however staunchly built her skin, the attendant horrors ure seldom wanting or the resultant calamity less direful than it was in olden days. Almost all shipwrecks may be regarded In three aspects—the pathetic, the heroic and the pictur esque. The cinematograph has not yet, so far as we are aware, recorded the various phases of a real shipwreck. The great liner, teeming with life, the microcosm of a big city; her people, ex pectant of a fine and favorable passage, confident in the knowledge that those in charge are fully competent, hopeful thut everything possible has been done for their comfort and security; then the fog or darkness closing in, uncertainty, un easiness, the crash, the grinding on the rock. There follow the passionate sweep of the seas and the complatning echo of the surf, accompanied, perchance, by the raging of the wind and the terrible blast of the rain-filled tempest. Then tragedy, too frequently in sight of hundreds on shore who would be willing helpers, but are able to render little or no assistance. A few hours later and a raffle of wreckage on the storm-strewn beach is all that tells the fearful tale. Yet photog raphy can aid in the realization of such events, and, as the photographs reproduced with this ar ticle show, can, more especially when the deserted hulk is for a time preserved, indicate, if only in adequately, the fury, the misery and the desolate ness of shipwreck. When fire is added to the other perils, then tho spectacle becomes magnificent in Its horrors. De scribing the burning of the Queen Charlotte, of 110 guns, the flagship of Lord Keith, off Leghorn, in March, 1800, a spectator tells how the ship be came enveloped In black clouds of suffocating smoke, from which here and there gleams of lurid flame arose. Then the fire became more vivid, rose higher and higher, grew brighter and brighter, crept quietly, but surely, onward and upward, enveloping the masts, tho yards and all the delicate tracery of rigging und spars. The boats on tho booms, tho quarter-deck, the poop in one direction, and the forecastle, bowsprit and masts in the other, were each in turn enwrapped in flames, amid the flickering of which the dark bodies of the gallant officers and men stood out distinctly as they attempted to smother the fire with blankets and hammocks, or poured streams of water upon the burning parts. In spite of their almost superhuman efforts, tho flames rolled on, making the destruction of the ship inevitable, while to add to the striking effect the guns, as they became hot, exploded, threatening the ap proach of those who would have gone to the suc- cur of the crew. At length the tire reached the magazines, and the vessel blew up, sending a dusty column of debris-and wreckage high into the air. All that was left unburnt immediately sunk down by the stern; but when tho ponderous contents of the hold had been washed uway, the ship was suddenly seen to emerge almost her DA5BS7& OVER "FPlPOIjmMA" wm.n wZifFASHaxgMri/Daz'pjLir dured. He lost his hold, not of the boy, but of the mast, the waves swept over them and they perish ed together. Or take, again, an incident which is related in connection with the cool heroism and gallantry of the middy who was detailed to guard the spirit room of the Abergavenny when that vessel went ashore. Some of the men, overcome by selfish ness and fear in their panic-stricken state, came down determined to broach the rum casks, since they might as well die drunk as sober. “I know we must, die," exclaimed the midshipman, "but let us die like men!” And he maintained his guard until the ship sank under him. It is unnecessary to relate the well-known example of courage and self-devotion shown at the loss of the troopship BIrken head. From the captain downwards, with out exception, seamen and soldiers all exhibited the utmost calmness and disregard of self. It has been said that the instinct of discipline was stronger in them than the instinct ol life. And only recently we have another instance of forti tude and courage in the behavior of the bandsmen of the Titanic, who, amid that last terrible scene, continued to play until washed from their feet as the ship went down. There are few more pathetic pictures of ship wreck than that presented by the loss of the Halsewell, an East Indiaman, outward hound in 1780. She had for her captain a man named Pierce, one of the most popular and experienced of the company’s commanders. When she drove ashore in a gale under St. Alban’s Head the sea was running too high and with too much fury to afford any chance of getting away in the boats. Among the many ladies on board were the cap tain’s two daughters, and he called his chief mate to the cabin to ask if he could think of any method of preserving the lives of the girls. “Morn ing may bring up a chance,” was the reply; “there is nothing to be done tonight, sir." The ship lay with her broadside to the shore, under the high and almost perpendicular cliff, with her deck ex posed to tho overwhelming rush of the seas. All the women were assembled in the round house, where Captain Pierce, with his arms round his daughters, sat holding his girls to his heart, speechless with despair. The only lights afforded to these poor women were a few wax candles in glass lanterns. Out of 240 people only 74 sur vived, and the third mate tells the story of how the people perished in the round house. The morning was just breaking when he went on deck, grasped a hencoop, was washed overboard, swept against the vessel, and then washed away again on the strand. NOT COMPLAINING. “So you don't think the high cost of living has made any difference in the family table?” “No,” replied tho very young man with a hear ty appetite. “We don't have as much company as we used to and aren’t afraid to ask for a second helping."—Washington Star. HIS STANDING. Paying Teller—You must get some one to Identify you before I can pay this check. Have you any friends in this town? Stranger—Not one. I’m the dog catcher.—Our Animals. HE KNEW THERE WAS. “There’s some good stuff in Lemuel.” Lemuel's Roommate—I should say there was. He Just finished eating a pound of fudge that Amaryllis sent up to me.—Cornell Widow. whole length from the deep, and then, turning over, she floated for a few moments on tho surface with her burnished copper glistening in the sun. Such was the fate of the Queen Charlotte, the sec ond largest ship in the British navy of her day; and quite recently an effect almost as striking was described by those who witnessed the burn ing of the steamship Yolturno in mid-Atlantic. It is on the heroic aspect of shipwreck that one would prefer to dwell, when the awful peril im pending gives opportunity for the exhibition of fortitude and bravery, and when the imminence of death brings out those noble traits of character which have ever distinguished the seamen. In the excitement of battle each man joins 'in the conflict, excited and encouraged by the cheers of his comrades and the hopes of victory. But it is when suddenly confronted by the danger of ship wreck, when neither the nimbleness, dexterity or resource of the sailor is of much avail, that the moment arrives for him to display his Belf-pos- sesBion, his devotion, his courage, and seldom has he failed to prove his merit in these circum stances. Over and over again we may read of a gallant fellow who would not desert their com panions in misfortune, of the intrepidity of officers who could not be persuaded to quit their ships while a man remained on board. Quite recently the British admiralty named a destrdyer in mem ory of ('apt. Charles Lydiard, who, with a dis tinguished war record, was commanding the An son, a fine 40-gun ship, in December, 1807, when in a hard galo, owing to the thickness of the fog, she ran ashore to the west ot the Lizard. The gale was tremendous, and when the vessel took the ground many of the men were washed away by the huge seas which swept the deck. Many others were killed by the falling spars, the crash ing sound of which, as they came from aloft, min gled with the shrieks of the women on board, was heard by the spectators on shore amid the roar of the waters and the howling of the wind. Calm and undaunted amid the terrors of the scene, Captain Lydiard is described as displaying in a remarkable degree that self-possession and passive heroism which has been so often the proud characteristic of the commander of a Brit ish ship of war under similar harassing condi tions. He was able to restore order, to assist the wounded, to encourage the timid, and to revive expiring hope. By the main mast, which in falling overboard served as a communication between the ship, and the shore, the captain pointed out that there wao a means, dangerous certainly, by which the land could be reached. It was fated, however, that he should not himself enjoy the re ward of his humanity. When seemingly every one had left the vessel, nnd he was about to un dertake the passage, he heard the cries of some one in terror, and found a youngster, a protege of his own, clinging in despair to u part of the wreck, without either strength or courage to make an effort for his own preservation. Captain Lydiard’s resolution was Instantly taken. Throw ing an arm round the boy, with the other he clung to the spars and rigging and attempted the peril ous passage ashore. But nature was exhausted by the mental and physical sufferings he had en- Whenever You Need a General Tonlo Take Grove's > The Old Standard Grove's Tasteless chill Tonic Is Equally Valuable as a General Strengthening Tonic, Because it Acts on the Lirer, Drites Out Malaria, Enriches the Blood and Builds Up the Whole System, You know what you are taking when you take Grove’s Tasteless chill Tonic, as the formula is printed on. every label, showing that it contains the well-known tonic properties of QUININE and IRON. It has no equal for Malaria, Chills and Fever, Weakness, General Debility and Loss of Appetite. Gives life and vigor to Nursing Mothers and Pale, Sickly Children. A True Tonio and Sure Appetizer. For grown people and children. Guaranteed by your Druggist. We mean it. 60a. Interested the Feline. “Serenaded my girl last night." “Any member of the family come out?" “Only the cat." STOP EATING MEAT IF KIDNEYS OR BACK HURT Take a Glass of Salts to Clean Kid neys If Bladder Bothers You— Meat Forms Uric Acid. She Should Not Contradict. An officer in the Indian service, who was not particularly noted for good looks, one day turned to his wife's ayah and said: "Do i not look like a monkey?" Expecting that she would, of course, hasten lo reply in the negative. Ho was rather taken aback, however, when she replied: "The Protector of the Poor is pleased to say so, and bow can his slave dare to contradict him?" Eating meat regularly eventually produces kidney trouble in some form or other, says a well-known authority, because the uric acid in meat excites the kidneys, they become overworked; get sluggish; clog up and cause all sorts of distress, particularly backache and misery in the kidney region; rheu matic twinges, severe headaches, acid stomach, constipatlou, torpid liver, sleeplessness, bladder and urinary Ir ritation. Tho moment your hack hurts or kid neys aren't acting right, or If bladder bothers you, get about four ounces of Jad Salts from any good pharmacy; take a tablespoonful In a glass of water before breakfast for a few days and your kidneys will then act fine. This famous salts Is made from the acid of grapes and lemon juice, com bined with lithia, and has been used for generations to flush clogged kid neys and stimulate them to normal activity; also to neutralize the acids in the urine so it no longer irritates, thus ending bladder disorders. Jad Salts cannot injure anyone; makes a delightful effervescent lithia- water drink which millions of men and women take now and then to keep the kidneys and urinary organs clean, thus avoiding serious kidney disease.—Adv. FOR 5 TIVE ‘ GK CHILD English Exclusiveness. The Englishman, as everyone knows, Is inclined to be individual and Independent, if not exclusive. He is happy with his family In his country mansion, where a high hedge insures seclusion, and permits only the chim neys of his house to be seen from the road. He does not crave excite ment and conviviality. He prefers the quiet and peace of the semi-rural su burb to the whirl of the city. He docs not like to be within too easy access t>f the malestrom. The automobile and tile train and trolley care are quite speedy enough. With his family about him, and tho city and its busi ness cares at a safe distance, the Eng lishman Is happy. Suburban Life. SHE GAVE UP More About That Coldest Winter. “Ptu!—just so!" Indorsed Uncle Lazzenberry, when old Oracle Onken had concluded his meteorological reminisences. “That’s a—ptu!—fact! 1 remember myself how cold 'twas in eighteen hundred and suthin’. Recol lect pertickerly that live coals froze solid right in the fireplace and the flames of the candles would freeze and us children would break 'em off and eat 'em for strawberries. Eh-yah! — 'twas middlin’—ptu!—cold, that win ter.” Snickers and giggles seem to have taken the place of the good old fash ioned hearty laugh. FRIENDLY TIP. Restored Hope and Confidence. After several years of Indigestion and its attendant evil influence on the mind, It is not very surprising that one finally loses faith in things gen erally. A N. Y. woman writes an interesting letter. She says: “Three years ago I suffered from an attack of peritonitis which left me in a most miserable condition. For over two years I suffered from nervousness, weak heart, shortness of breath, could not sleep, etc. “My appetite was ravenous but I felt starved all the time. I had plenty of food but It did not nourish me be cause of intestinal indigestion. Medi cal treatment did not seem to help. I got discouraged, stopped medicine and did not care much whether I lived or died. “One day a friend asked me why I didn’t try Grape-Nuts food, stop drink ing coffee and use Postum. I had lost faith In everything, but to please my friend I began to use both and soon became very fond of them. “It wasn’t long before I got some strength, felt a decided change In my system, hope sprang up In my heart and slowly but surely I got better. I could sleep very well, the constant craving for food ceased and I have better health now than before the at tack of peritonitis. “My husband and I are still using Grape-Nuts and Postum.” Name given by PoBtum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Well- vtlle,” in pkgs. “There’s a Reason.” Evfp rend the above letter? A new one appear* from time to time. They are icenulne, true, and full of huinau Interest. “California Syrup of Figs” can’t harm tender stomach, liver and bowels. Every mother realizes, after giving ' her children "California Syrup of I Figs” that this is their ideal laxative, | because they love its pleasant taste I ind it thoroughly cleanses tho tender ! little stomach, liver and bowels with- j out griping. When cross, irritable, feverish or j breath is bad, stomach sour, look at S the tongue, mother! If coated, give a j teaspoonful of this harmless “fruit j laxative," and in a few hours all tho j foul, constipated waste, sour bile and j undigested food passes out of the bow- | els, and you have a well, playful child | again. When its little system is full i of cold, throat sore, has stomach-ache, diarrhoea, Indigestion, colic—remem ber, a good “inside cleaning” should j always bo the first treatment given. Millions of mothers keep “California Syrup of Figs” handy; they know a teaspoonful today saves a sick chl’d tomorrow. Ask at the store for a DO- cent bottle of “California Syrup of Figs,” which has directions for babies, children of all ages and grown-ups printed on the bottle. Adv. V .. The Settlement. She—Did you make papa come to terms, as you said you would? He—Yes, and they were the very worst that anyone ever applied to me. ALL HER WORK On Account of Her Weakness, Bui Cardui, the Woman’s Tonic, Brought Back Strength. Summit, Va.—Mrs. Leonora Walker, of this place, has the following to say regarding her experience with Cardui, tho woman's tonic: “Before I began to take Cardui, I suffered with woman ly troubles, and, also, with what I thought was stomach trouble. I was so weak, I had to give up all my housework; and could not do any of the cooking. I commenced taking Cardui, the woman’s tonic, and after the third day I began to feel better. Have now used five bottles, and am well, and can do all of my housework and cook ing by myself. In fact, I feel like a new woman. I shall be only too glad to do any thing I can, to help praise the Cardui Home Treatment, for it is so good for suffering women. I shall never be without it.” For over half a century, Cardui has been helping to build weak, nervous, tired-out women, hack to strength and health. It goes to the seat of the trou ble and builds up womanly strength where it Is most needed. Cardui may be the very medicine your system has long been needing. Get a bottle from yopr druggist today. It cannot harm you, and should surely do for you what it has done for so many thousands of others. N. B.— Write (o.- Ladles' Advisory Dept., Chatta nooga Medicine Co.. Chattanooga, Tenn , for Special/miructiom, and 64-page book,“Home Treat- /♦ sent in plain wrapper, on Sanity of Hamlet. Shakespeare was asked If Hamlet was sane. “No New York jury would convict him," he answered confidently. Constipation causes and uggnivates many serious diseases. It is thoroughly cured by l>r. Bierce’s Pleasant Pellets. The favorite family laxative. Adv. Not That Kind. “Do you eat much meat, my dear j sir?" "No, indeed, doctor; I am a valetu- i dlnarian.” Many a woman 1 suffers from In somnia because her husband talks in bis sleep. If you have to walk, distance doesn't lend enchantment to the view.