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If Back Hurts
Begin on Salts
Flush Your Kidneys Occasionally
by Drinking Quarts of
Good Water
No man or woman can make a mis
take by flushing the kidneys occasion
ally, says a well-known authority.
Too much rich food creates acids
which clog the kidney pores so that
they sluggishly filter or strain only
part of the waste and poisons from
the blood. Then you get sick. Rheu
matism, headaches, liver trouble,
nervousness, constipation, dizziness,
sleeplessness, bladder disorders often
come from sluggish kidneys.
The moment you feel a dull ache in
the kidneys or your back hurts, or if
the urine is cloudy, offensive, full of
sediment, irregular of passage, or at
tended by a sensation of scalding, be
gin to drink soft water in quantities;
also get about four ounces of Jad
Salts from any reliable pharmacy and
take a tablespoonful in a glass of wa
ter before breakfast for a few days
and your kidneys may 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 years to help flush clogged kid
neys and stimulate them to activity,
also to help neutralize the acids In
the system so they no longer cause
irritation, thus often relieving bladder
disorders.
Jad Salts is inexpensive and cannot
Injure; makes a delightful efferves
cent lithia-water drink, which every
one can take now and then to help
keep the kidneys clean and the blood
pure, thereby often preventing serious
kidney complications.
Haw, Haw, Haw
An Englishman just returning to
London from a visit over here was
much impressed with our slang
phrase, “So’s your old man.” In tell*
ing his friends about It he explained
“You know they have a deucedly fun.
ny saying ovah theh when they ques
tlon wot you say. Instead of sneering,
•Fiddlesticks —or you don’t mean it,
old chappie,” they say, ‘Oh, well,
fawther is the same way.’ Clevah,
isn’t it? Haw, haw."
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THE ;
WOULD-BE
CRIMINAL
1
By H. M. EGBERT
— • 11 1
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
THE man who gets his salary j
from a distant city lives under ■
the Damociean sword. Jenkins
was no exception to this rule.
The leather company employed agents
In several towns, and Jenkins, newly
posted at Sequah, drew his forty dol
lars weekly out of thq mailed letter
with fear and trembling. What if the
company should suddenly dispense
with him? Once the letter failed to
arrive, and Jenkins, who always wait
ed for the check to pay his weekly
bills, was in despair.
To complicate matters there was
Mrs. Jenkins, a frail, weakly woman
without the least ability to earn a
living if anything happened to her
husband. Jenkins had this possibility
upon his mind all the time. To crown
his troubles, he was a “one-job” man.
He had been with the leather com
pany, which was a soulless concern,
since he entered their service as an
office boy thirty years before. Shy
and retiring, he did not see the ghost
of a chance to earn anything if ever
he lost his position.
No, that did not crown his troubles,
but he had another trouble mixed with
joy, the two so interwoven that he
did not know where one began and
the other ended. Laura, in the local
hospital, had presented him with a
boy, their first child. Jenkins had
looked in awe, and partly in fear, at
the extremely red atom of humanity,
then at his wife’s weak figure. He
saw the radiant happiness of mother
hood upon her face.
At such a moment most men would
have thought of anything but material
things. But into Jenkins’ brain there
flashed an appalling thought. He re
membered that, having paid the hos
pital bill for only one week ahead, he
had exactly twelve dollars in the
world.
Suppose the check failed to arrive
next day!
He passed a sleepless night. In the
morning he waited for the postman
with growing panic.
The usual letter from the leather
company was in his mail. But It was
i typed instead of written by the cash
l ier. Jenkins tore open the envelope,
desperately hoping to see the familiar
pink check flutter out. Instead there
came a formal notification:
“As you are by this time doubtless
aware, we have decided to discontinue
। our agency in Sequah. You will there
fore close the office pending the ar
rival of our representative, who will
take charge of the stock and fixtures."
1 Jenkins let the letter flutter to the
1 floor. He put the rest of the mall,
unopened, in his pocket, and went au
tomatically up to the hospital. It was
always his habit to notify Laura when
: any unexpected event occurred. But
when he looked at her he could not
tell her. He thrust the letters upon
I the table, hardly knowing what he
I was doing, kissed her with trembling
lips, and went away.
1 He was discharged! Fired! With
; twelve dollars in the world. And next
’ day he must pay a second twenty-five
. for his wife’s second week. He must
get thirteen dollars, then, by night
fall. He staggered into the street and
groaned.
He walked the streets all day, not
even- troubling to think about closing
the office. There was money—two
hundred dollars in the safe. But that
did not tempt Jenkins. He could
never have robbed his employers.
That was not in him. But he must
rob somebody. He stood still with
clenched fists, heedless of the passers
by.
“I’ll get it!” he swore.
Then he thought of the doctor who
was going to charge him seventy-five
• dollars, in addition to the hospital fee.
The sleek, smug doctor, rolling in his
car, while Laura would be turned into
the streets with a week-old baby!
Jenkins’ rage flamed in a huge deluge
against the doctor. It was a fiery del
uge of stark wrath that blotted out
all the normal personality of the man.
Jenkins found himself a criminal.
He discovered, latent within his heart,
a fund of cunning that he had never
suspected could exist in him. He re
called that the doctor was a bach
elor; he knew that he was at the hos
pital in the evening. He had seen
through the open door of the consult
ing room silver scattered about the
top of the buffet. With one of those
pieces Laura’s bill could be paid.
Jenkins resolved to act upon the
thought. At nightfall he went softly
toward the doctor’s house. He knew
that there was a back door, always
open, except for the flimsy screen that
covered it. He had seen that during
his visits, and remembered that, once
over the fence, he could not be seen
from the windows. He found the
fence, scaled it, and crouched cower
ing on the other side.
The house was dark, except for a
single light in the dining room. Jen
kins could see the silver even now.
It gleamed derisively upon the buffet.
His gorge rose. He walked steadily
toward the back door. It stood wide
open. It was not even clasped.
Thieves were unknown, almost, in
prosperous Sequah.
Perhaps somebody was on the prem
ises, though. There must be servants.
He knew the doctor had a house
keeper. But it was not likely that
she would be on the first floor. Jen
kins walked in very softly and took a
silver candlestick from the buffet. He
THE BULLETIN, IRWINTON, GEORGIA.
knew by the touch that it was of pure
metal. That alone would more than
pay Laura's bill. No doubt he could
pawn it somewhere In town.
He stood irresolute, holding it in
his hands. Then, all at once, he
heard the front door click open. Doc
tor Evans was coming In. There was
still time to escape with his plunder
through the back. But fear para
lyzed Jenkins; the irresolute man had
found himself again and the enter
prising criminal who had arisen in
him, like some Mr. Hyde, had be- 1
taken himself to the nether gloom
from which he sprang.
Jenkins put down the candlestick 1
and sprang behind the curtains. He
heard Evans enter his office. Through
the open door he saw him sit down
at his desk. The doctor pulled out a
pocketbook and heaped up an im
mense pile of bills before him. Jen
kins could not see their denomination,
but he knew that each was for five
dollars, the spoils of his few hours
of office worlf that day.
There must have been three hun
dred dollars there. Jenkins felt his
fury rising again, The sleek, smug
devil! Counting his money, while
Laura would be put out of the hospi
tal the following day.
It did not occur to him that she
would be merely transferred to the
free ward. The man was mad at the
moment. The loss of his lifelong po
sition had bereft him of his senses.
He crept forward and watched the
doctor with parted lips. His hand,
stretched out, closed upon the candle
stick.
That set a new thought running
through his head. With that candle
stick he could batter out the man's
brains. He could take the money
from the dead hand and go. None
had seen him enter, and none would
see him leave in the darkness. Money,
good money, was better than candle
sticks.
Three hundred dollars! He had
never had so much money in his life
before.
He clutched the candlestick In his
hand; and just then Doctor Evans
looked up with a start.
"Who is there?” he called.
Jenkins put down the weapon. He
was the old man once more, the weak
man, incapable of anything but the
trained groove-moving thoughts.
Doctor Evans approached the din
ing room and suddenly switched on
an electric light beside the door. It
revealed Jenkins, standing by the buf
fet, shaking and white. The doctor
stared at him, and suddenly Jenkins
saw recognition in his eyes.
“Why, Mr. Jenkins, how long have
you been waiting for me?” he asked.
And Jenkins perceived that his de
sign was unsuspected. Doctor Evans
must have thought that the servant
had admitted him through the front
entrance.
“Were you anxious about your
wife?” he asked. “There Is nothing
to worry about. She is doing very
well. And, by the way, she asked me
to give you this. She expected you
tonight and was sure that I would
meet you on the way out of the hos
pital. She said it was important, and
wanted you to know as soon as pos
sible.
And he handed Jenkins another let
ter from the leather company.
Jenkins took it and looked at the
envelope. This one was typewritten,
too. It could not be the check. Still,
a check was due. Jenkins had for
gotten that. The envelope was open;
Laura had read the contents.
Jenkins took out —the check and a
letter. He read:
“Dear Mr. Jenkins: We have de
cided to close our agency in Sequah.
Poor business conditions, and other
affairs, of which you will learn on
your arrival here, have caused a re
organization of our branch system.
This requires the services of a su
perintendent with a thorough knowl
edge of the business. Will you ac
cept the post at a salary of five thou
sand?”
Jenkins put the letter in his pocket
and shook hands with the doctor.
“Thank you! I —l’m glad my wife
is out of danger,” he stammered, and
rushed for the door.
“What a genuine man he is!” mur
mured the doctor as his hand swept
up his money.
Indian Singers Had
to Produce Results
One reason why people do not like
Indian music Is that they do not un
derstand the words. Another reason
is that they do not know why Indians
sing. The net result is that very few
stay to the end of a concert of Indian
music, sung by Indians, unless It con
sists entirely of love songs. We have
a natural sympathy with love songs
in any language and It is easy for us
to imagine that the Indian, brave and
strong, is a magnificent lover. But
the words of. these songs, as they are
presented by American composers, are
purely "white man.” Courting songs,
in fact, were considered bad form, to
say the least, among the old Indiana
The Indians never sang for exhibi- j
tlon, although there were standards of
excellence for the singers who sat
around the drum and provided music
for the dancing. In the old days a
really great singer could produce great
effects by his singing. The question
was not the quality of his voice, but
whether he could bring rain by his
singing, make the crops grow, or cure
the sick. The acid test of a song was:
Will it work? A man might have re
ceived the song in a dream or bought
it from some other medicine man, but
he must have within himself the
power to make it do what It was In
tended to do. Otherwise he became i
ridiculous in the eyes of his little
world and sang no more.—American
Mercury.
LOVED BY NONE
AND HATING ALL
WOMAN ENDS LIFE
Leaves Note Cursing Her
Abusers Before Leaping
From Window.
Los Angeles, Calif. —Casting a cyn
ic’s farewell curse upon "a selfish, sor
did world,” a woman who registered
as Mrs. A. Maurice, leaped to her
death from the eighth floor of a down
town hotel. In two notes found by
authorities In her room, from which
she took her fatal plunge ending In a
court atop the lobby of the hostelry,
the woman called herself “one whom
nobody loves and who hates as round
ly as she has been neglected.”
Only a single dying request was
made, that she be buried in her “little
pajamas,” the last tragic token of her
“last party.”
Police began an Investigation on the
theory that the woman’s name was as
sumed and they will endeavor to es
tablish her true identity and motive
for her suicide.
Woman of Culture.
The woman was about thirty-five
years of age, apparently cultured and
was inconspicuous, attaches declared,
during her short stay at the hotel.
Excerpts from the two death notes
follow:
“I took my life before and am do
ing it again because I was brought
back to be kicked around and mis
treated. I have no one to give me a
boost or lift in any way.
“I have tried to make a living in
every way, but no one will give me
the right to live. The first place I
worked, I was kicked out to the four
winds. They didn’t care what became
of me. I was stepped on tn every way,
u as
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Leaped to Her Death.
shape and manner for no cause what
ever. And the second place I worked
was the same. I have tried for all
kinds of work, but could not get any
thing.
“No one cares for you when your
money Is gone. This sure is a cruel,
cold and sordid world. I would rather
be dead than live a dirty, cheap,
trashy life. It means nothing to me.
I have a heart and a soul for every
thing that is beautiful.
Her Dying Wish.
“This is my dying wish to those
who have treated me dirtily. I wish
them all the hard luck in the world.
May ill health, misfortune and disas
ter come to them in every way, shape
and form, and to their children. This
I wish from the bottom of my heart.”
Other passages of the bitter fare
well messages indicated that the wom
an once was wealthy in her own right
and a member of a socially prominent
family somewhere.
“I have been used to the better
things in life,” she concluded. “Thank
God, I can stick to death."
The woman's body was removed to
the city morgue to await possible
identification.
Dust Smothers Man
Franklin, N. C.—A new cause of
death—suffocation from highway dust
—was entered on vital statistics rec
ords here.
Harley Sorrelle, Ihlrty-flve, was
driving an ox team, when he fell from
the wagon. He. held to the lines and
was drass^d a short distance in the
road. His mouth and nose became
Ailed with dust and the coroner re
ported tiai he stu^fiiei-ed to de;**
Chase Bear Two Miles
Bloomsburg, Pa. —A party of Orange
ville raccoon hunters returned home
empty-handed when their dogs started
a bear, which was chased for more
than two miles before It took to a tree
top.
Fall Is Fatal
Detroit, Mich. —Frank Earle, fifty
eight years old. Royal Oak, died in
the Highland Park General hospital,
the result of Internal injuries suffered
when he tripped over a roller skate In
the basement of his home.
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Great Days
“The centaurs were half men and
half horses.”
“Them was the times when you
could get feed-box Information.”
The Cuticura Toilet Trio.
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by making Cuticura your everyday
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Partly Right
Phyllis—Glenn said he talked to
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face.
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Rubbing It In
Friend (to the bald-headed man) —
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B. H. Man —Worse than that, old
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Future Hopes
“So Dolly married the doctor?”
"Yes, she claims a professional man
can afford bigger alimony.”
Blows Its Own Horn.
For 78 years Hanford’s Balsam of Myrrh
has been the friend of rieh and poor. Lived
that long on its own merits. 3 sizes.—Adv.
A secret is what a woman tells an
other woman not to tell because she
promised not to tell it herself.
Sore eyes, blood-shot eyes, watery eyes,
sticky eyes, all healed promptly with nightly
applications of Roman Eye Balsam, Adv.
Sting in the Jest
Many a true woman is classed as a
flapper in jest.—Baltimore Sun
Misunderstood
Motorist —My car’s stalled a little
way down the road, Mr. Farmer. One
of the parts went bad on me. Sup
pose you haven’t a spare spark plug!
Farmer—Spare spark plug? Nope.
I hain’t got a boss on the place.
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