Cleveland courier. (Cleveland, White County, Ga.) 1896-1975, August 01, 1930, Image 3

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Newspaper Page TextRheumatism? Quick relief from rheumatic pains without harm: To relieve the worst rheumatic pain is a very easy matter. Bayer Aspirin will do it every time! It's something you can always take. Genuine Aspirin tablets are harmless. Look for the Bayer Cross on each tablet. BATE St ASPIRIN Foot Arches There are four arches in the foot— the long arch at the inside of the foot from heel to great toe, the front arch across the ball of the foot, the arch at the outside of the foot from the heel to the base of the small toe, ahd tlie arch across the middle of the foot under the instep. Unwise Friendships “A great man who chooses feeble friends,” said Hi Ho. the sage of Chinatown, “may find himself In the situation of one who seeks to make a sapling do the work of a crowbar!” —Washington Star. Fell Out "Been mountaineering, Joe? You seem all bruised up.” ”1 had u night¬ mare in a hammock.” He who laughs last doesn’t have the laugh on him. AN OLD PRESCRIPTION FOR GAS ON STOMACH ApAFOETIDA was well known to your grandparents. Doctors prescribed it in liguid form for baby's cramps.Grown-ups took it in pills as a LAXATIVE and NERVINE with good results.RUPANER TABLETS contain AS A FOETID A. Mixed ■with other good drugs they give relief to those who suffer with GAS on the STOMACH AND CONSTIPATION.They will not gripe. To introduce RUPANER TABLETS we will send a FULL 25c box for 10c. Write your name and address plainly and mail dime to SMILE REMEDY CO., ST. LOUIS, MO. USE GLENN’S Sulphur Soap Bkln eruptions, excessive Contains perspiration, insect bites 33%%Pure relieved atonee by this re Sulphur freshing, beautifying toilet and bath soap. Best for Soft, Clear Skin Rohland s Styptic Cotton, 25c Defeats Mother’s weekly bridge party was in session, on receiving an enviuble number of face cards, Mrs. II—, u beginner, exclaimed: “Oh, what a beautiful hand I have!” Bobbie, busy with blocks in his al¬ lotted corner, arose and walked over to Mrs. H—. After an intense scru¬ tiny of her hands, which bespoke many hours on the tennis court, he thoughtfully said: “Yes, but your arms is all freckled." Treat for Po*terity Apparently fearful lest his clown Ishness he lost to posterity, Brock famous European clown, lias an nounced that tie is organizing a mo tion picture company, with headquar¬ ters in Berlin, for the purpose of pro¬ ducing clown pictures. After Nervous Breakdown . ‘‘I had a nervous breakdown and could not do the work I have to do around the house. Through one of your booklets I found how Lydia E. Pink ham’s Vegetable Compound and had helped other women and I went to the drug store go t me six bottles. It has done me good in more ways than one and now I work every day without having to lie down. 1 will answer all letters with pleasure.”—Hannah. M. Evers me^er, 707 N-i 6 Street, East St. Louis, Illinois. Lydia E. .Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound E E The Cribonka Crlppled Lady g g E of P magma E . W3 E CHAPTER X—Continued —16— “1 could not understand her then when she told me how gladly stie would give tier life, were it not for me, to live for a single year the glori dus freedom of Molly Brunt.” said Paul. ‘But I do—now In that one year she knew she would find some thing which would more than make up for all the other tears she might live, just as every hour here with you Is more to me than ten thousand back there." As he said these things, and believed and felt them, there was In him a will to live which would not utterly extinguish itself. It was scarcely more than a spark, a smoldering em her that was bound to die, for his eyes, his brain, and every faculty ot reason which ha possessed told him there was no hope ot finding a way beyond the walls which shut them in. A few minute;, before, when ('aria had sat ot his knees, with his fingers feeling the warmth and sweetness of her hair, this spark had leaped into flame. It still remained as Carla yielded at last to rds demand, and gave herself to the bed he had made for her, with his coat for her pillow “It seems almost a sin to sleep,” she said; and if slumber were near, or ever, the necessity for It, he could find no shadow of It In her face. She might have risen from her bed an hour ago, so freshly clear and lovely were her eyes, so deep their lustrous content and happiness when she looked at him. Yet, after a little, her lashes drooped as if to veil the love behind them, and lay In velvet dark¬ ness against the whiteness of her cheeks. For a while Paul sat close and watched her, and with each breath the flame in him grew stronger, the demand that something happen, through force of God 01 man, tohreak down the walls of death which en¬ vironed her. Alone, with Carla’s unconscious form lending faith and inspiration to his thought, he fixed Ids attention, as a dozen times before, 011 the smoke which rose from the burning wood. Where did it go? Hours ago he had asked hituselt this question, and until he had discovered a thin fog of smoke settling over the water, and drifting away with the rush of it, his blood had run swiftly with a thrill of hope And now. In spite of the fact that he knew where It went, the question remained, ns if a voice inside his head had been trained to ask It, parrot-like, and could not be made to stop. He and Carla had collected a pile of pltchwood. As they had found each stick they had acclaimed It a treasure discovered, until the thrill of a game had become part of their en¬ deavor. He chose a stick heavily weighted with pitch and lighted the end of it in the fire. Then tie walked off into the gloom where he and Cnrla had gone many times before. It was like following the inside of a great rock drum which was flat on one side —flat wtiere the water thundered and raced through the mountain. When his torch burned short he re turned for another. Carla had not moved in her sleep, and he burled himself In blackness again, following the rock so closely that his body touched it, trying at every step to pierce with his vision a little farther into the stygian pit over his head It was into this pit that the sinoke went, mounting In drifting spirals, like smoke in an Indian tepee. Up there, he thought. It was taken by a slowly dragging current of air made b.v the suction of the stream, and descended to exit from the mountain with It. There was only one break In the cir¬ cular wall of gruesomely black and water-worn rock, against which. In ages past, a subterranean flood had washed and roared. This was where a small section of if had given way from overhead and had piled up a mass of broken stone which he had climbed, with Carla watching from below. Here the smoke from his torch did not go upward but set¬ tled about his head and disappeared toward the vent in the mountain through which the river rushed with great force. He went to this outlet It was a nole which his eyes were unable to measure, choked to within a foot of its upper jaw by a seething flood of water, and out of which— though the space for sound was small —came such a sullen rumbling that his blood was chilled as he listened to It. Aione, he would have plunged into this. To die fighting, pitting his small strength against all the forces which might oppose him, was the urge which was refusing to subdue Itself within him. He flung out his flaming torch and saw It swallowed in an In¬ stant. Like that he would have gone If Carla bad not been there to go with him. He turned back to the fire and put on a fresh stick of resinous wood be¬ fore he sat iu the sand near enough to Carla to touch her with his hand. He wondered if fear had begun to seize upon him as he looked at her un¬ conscious form, foreseeing the tor¬ ment of impending nours when mad¬ ness would be for him alone. Unless they died together, he must outlive Carla—-to save her from a realization of that which he. In his greater strength, should bear. CLEVELAND COlTRIER. CHAPTER XI Paul knew be must keep moving, or rouse Carla from her sleep. The nakedness and desolation of aloneness were ‘■urning him into a coward. Not a coward who was afraid of death, but one who felt increasing horror in passively waiting for it. He went to tlie debris of rock again. He had no reason for this, no thought, except that it offered tiim Hie one chance to do something physical besides fumbing his way over unstable and shifty sand. The desire for 0 work to do was an ache In his body ns well as his brain, and he began to climb the broken mass, as he had done once before. He nad gone about thirty or forty feet above the floor ot their dungeon then, but this time he found footholds which carried him a little farther, until, from the point he reached, he could look over the bulge in the rock which had previously concealed rheir fire, and could clearly see Carla In the glow of It. He had the desire to call to her. to feel her glorious life a part of their existence again. Sleeping, she seemed gone from him. He swung his torch, making a writing of fire in the black¬ ness, and his lips almost cried her name. Then he recognized the weak ness of his act and bpgan to pull him¬ self a Utile more up the broken wall. If ('aria had awakened and turned her eyes toward him. she would have seen a strange and weird tiling. The burning piece of pltchwood was a spout of yellow flame. Illumining at times the ghostly Hgnre that bore It. and then floating alone in a limbo of midnight emptiness ns it borne by shades that in color and spirit were a part ot the gloom. She might have thought, rousing herself from slumber, that hands which were no longer Paul’s were hearing it toward the roof of their world. Steadily up into this pit of Acheron It went, and there it disappeared, as If smitten t>y a mighty breath that extinguished ft in a sec¬ ond. For a time utter darkness lay where the light had been. Then the torch reappeared as suddenly as sable wings had engulfed it. and in another moment it was plunging down through space. In a few minutes Paul came where It had fallen si uttering In the sand, and picked It up again. More than ever his face was like that of a ghost. Ills cheek was marked by a bleeding wound. His ■ shirt was In shreds on his breast. His eyes blazed in a way that would have startled Carla. He went to the edge ot the water and bathed tils face and hands. Then tie returned to the tire and knelt be¬ side Carla. He raised her head gently In his arms, and she did not awaken. He held it against his breast and kissed her hair. “Carla!” he whispered. Her lips moved, her lashes trembled, and opened slowly to unveil her eyes. “You have slept a long time,” he said. "At least—It climbed stented .^oug—and pile of 1 took a torch and the rocks again. 1 went higher than be¬ fore—so high that I came to a ledge, and followed it—and then t came to a great crack in tlie wall, and there, at tiie end of it—I saw—light." “Light!" she breathed. “Yes, light. From the sun. i have found a way out." There was silence then. Almost without effort, it seemed to Paul. Carla crept out of his arms He knew that something was going with tier forever. Her face was whiter than his own. What he bad dreaded to see lay in her eyes—a thing fighting back and crushing tlie glory which hud lived in them for a little while. The understanding of what his discovery meant came quickly to her, and he saw a fabric of assembled dreams go¬ ing to pieces, like one of the odd jumble pictures on a screen. When Its hundred disintegrated parts came Together again, they formed Claire's face, waiting for him ut tiie end of the trail of light sent to guide them back to aD earthly destiny still unful¬ filled. and which, for a rime, had passed centuries away from them. (TO BE CONTINUED! Deadliest of Poisons Is Unguarded Tongue An unmerciful tongue may be more cruel than the most terrible Instru ment of torture ever forged. It can stab more keenly than a dagger, and cut more deeply than a sword. That quick tongue; that fiery, temper-driven tongue; that insidious, insinuating longue; that soft, slimy, slandering tongue; that sharp, sarcastic tongue; these, an inspired writer has said, are set on fire of hell! It is dangerous to handle such cruel weapons heedlessly. With one of them you may so rend your mother’s bosom that she will wish she had never been born; you may so pierce your father’s heart as to bring down his gray hairs iD sorrow to the grave; you may cut the nearest, dearest ties and leave the heartstrings bleeding.—Montreal Family Herald. Must Collect Life’s Debt The world owes every one a living, that is true. Bur you’re not going to get it unless you go out and collect It, The best apples are those that have to be picked from the tree; It’s the poor ones that drop into your lap. -Grit. H-H- M - H -I -I-i — 1 - H—i-h-M-H-H -H-F I -•Rock Rips f Big Hole a " in Prison Gardens ;; Canon City, Col.—One hun .. fired and fifty ons of rock tore ” a hole six feet deep arid one .. hundred feet long in tlie terrace !; gardens of the state peniten .. tiary. ” No one hurt when was the rock fell, although several per !! sqns were standing nearby. MYSTERY OF SEA MAY BE SOLVED Wreck May Be Vessel Lost 21 Years Ago. Capetown.—ft is possible that tiie mystery of tiie tost steamship Warn tah. missing more Ilian 20 years, has been solved at last. Air pilots have declared that two miles off 1’eddie, near tiie South Afri¬ can port of Fast London, a great ledge of rock runs out under tlie sea and on it lies a wrecked ship, it is plainly visible on calm days when the sunlight strikes the water at a cer¬ tain angle. The Waratah, a steamer of 10,000 tons, was 01 , a voyage from Sydney to London with 400 passengers and crew. She left Durban on July 20, 1000, for Capetown, and on the fol¬ lowing day was in company with the steamer Clan MacIntyre. But she never readied Capetown, and from that day to this no trace of her has been found. Many stories of floating bodies and wreckage seen by crews of ships oil East London were current for months, and in December, 1011, a life boat with the name Waratah on it was washed up on tiie west coast ot New Zealand. Many people advanced strange rea sons for her disappearance, which was even said to he due to some super natural agency, but it is generally thought that site capsized during a violent storm. Pretty German Woman’s Charms Fatal to Men Berlin,—“Every man who gets Into my hands is lost.” said Irma Bruns, a beautiful and clever woman, aged thirty-two, in tlie court at Heidelberg, where she was being tried on various charges of fraud. There was 11 touch of sadness and a touch of pride in her voice as she made this statement, and as four of her six successive husbands—an au¬ thor, a professor, a major and a cap¬ tain-committed suicide, she certainly had grounds for believing that tier charms were fatal. Irma Bruns’ father was tlie well known German pnlnler, Professor Heffner. She ran away from his house at Milan at fhe age of fourteen and her first love affair was with an Eng¬ lishman. He wanted the girl to marry him, hut she grew lired of him and ill the age of sixteen siie ran away and lived n life of adventure In fashion¬ able hotels, boarding houses and In the meeting places of international thieves. Her last associate has been a man called Hans Lengefeld, whom she ap¬ pears to have completely dominated and whom she Induced to steal jewels for her In Munich, Stuttgart ami Heidelberg. She was sent to prison for eight months. Shoots White Wolf as He Dines on Fresh Kill Stanford. Mont.—Just before his In stinct to kill cost his life, the famous white wolf of the Little Belt dined royally on a calf, according to A. E. Close, rancher, whose rifle ended the career of the snow-white range killer Annoyed by snapping of Close’s fox terrier arid shepherd dogs, the white wolf suddenly whirled from tils feast and gave chase. The dogs fled to their master, with the killer close at their heels. When Close saw the wolf he took aim and fired twice. His shooting eye was better ttian a day four years ago when he managed only to wound the wolf. This time one bullet entered the wolf’s head while the other pierced the neck. The beast dropped dead, ending one of the most notorious animal-killing careers in the history of Montana. “My Time Has Come,” Says Pastor; Dies in Pulpit Danville. Va.—An awe-stricken con¬ gregation of Primitive Baptists heard Rev. A. W. Flinchum inform them from the pulpit in the course of a ser¬ mon that tie felt that “m.v time has come.” whereupon he subsided and died within a few seconds. The min¬ ister was preaching at Mass-Edonis church, near Wentworth, N. C. On reaching the pulpit the minister com¬ plained ot feeling ill and paused for a few minutes. Then he resumed his sermon and proceeded to say farewell to his congregation. A doctor was called, hut it was too late, as the minister had died of a heart attack He had lived at Spray, N. (’., for 30 years, and was widely known in that section. A Moral Victory 1 Olympia. Wash.—it cost Mrs Rob¬ ert Davies of Bucoda $58 to attempt to collect $8.50 from Joe De Lisle. Chehalis, in a suit. De Lisle w-m Judgment for $58 costs and attorney’s fees against Mrs. Davis. Mule Driver’s Remarks Started Big “Ruction” There had been a tight in an es tuminet in Vuucoleurs between some regular soldiers and some members of one of rhe new divisions. After the M. P.’s had stopped tlie hullaboo ii appeared that Private Slim Gibbs, who was a mule driver in the Eight¬ eenth infantry wagon train and did not like recruits, had knocked tlie new division in this wise: “Yes, sir,” said Slim, “they landed nt St. Nnzaire and on their arm bras¬ sards was a roarin’ teurin’ wild ani¬ mal—a grizzly li’ar—with claws a foot long and spittin’ like a wildcat. “When they got up near Bar le Due that animal had lost his claws and he stopped spittin.’ When they hit Beaumont, behind Seichoprey, that tierce animal was just siftin’ down, lookin' around kind of peace¬ ful like. “And, soldiers, when one of their motor artillery batteries passed us mi the way to the front, that b'ar had disappeared and they had a dove on their brassards and the words: ‘Let us have peace.’ ” Then the fight began.—Tod F. Smith in Philadelphia Public Ledger. French Glove Industry For centuries the French glove manufacturing industry has not only supplied practically the entire local demand, but exported to nearly all countries of the world. The average value of the annual exports is 175, 000,000 francs, as compared with corresponding imports of about 1.000,000 francs. The principal cen¬ ters of production are Grenoble, Mil lau and St. Julien, In the southeast¬ ern part of France and Niort (Deux Serves) and Ghnumnnt (Haute Marne), United States Department of Commerce reports. Whale Leather Glove* Out Women of Europe are again find¬ ing the whale an aid to their ward¬ robe. Whale “leather” is being used in making fashionable gloves, and style leaders have approved Ihe new material composed of Ihe intestines of the huge swimmers. The new gloves are delicately soft, hilt so tough that it is almost impossible to wear I hem out. The whale has not contributed to women's style since the days of the whalebone for cor¬ sets. Chicago Millinery Center Tlie world’s busiest millinery cen¬ ter, by virtue of a $50,000,000 a year business, Is claimed for Chicago b.v the Chicago association of commerce. In the three departments of manu¬ facturing, wholesaling and retailing millinery, the city stands supreme. More than 25,000 persons, mostly women and girls, are now employed producing bats and millinery ac¬ cessories. , Fight “Slot Drug Store*” Medical men of London have start¬ ed a war on the now "automatic drug stores” which are being placed in railway stations, hotels and other public places. The machines deal out aspirin, bismuth and other drugs. The possibility of children getting the drugs lias prompted one patholo¬ gist to predict that the machines will undoubtedly cause many fatalities. Seeking a Bargain Miss Snipe—I wonder why Maud gave her age as twenty-five when she married that rich old man? Miss Snapps—Oh. I suppose she made a discount for cash!—Stray Stories. Trade and Barter Larkes— I’m getting divorced. You wouldn’t want to lease my apart¬ ment? Sparkes—Yes, surely, I’m getting married. You wouldn’t want to buy my club membership? Thinking and Speaking "To think quickly,” said Hi Ho, tiie sage of Chinatown, “is valuable. To speak slowly is more so.”—Washing¬ ton Star. Beauty of Park* Tlie French put rheir babies in the parks just ns we put keep-off-tlie grass signs in ours,—Woman’s Home Companion. A kiss is either a punishment or a reward. Sympathy is something that must never he asked for. Flit is sold only U. Public Health Service in this yellow The S. can with band* the Says the Fly is one of your l black WORST ENEMIES Get your Flit and the Special Flit Sprayer—Today • It u |.»*T o»w ^‘Selling Tlie World's Insect*'"* O 1930 Staaoo loti CHILDREN CRY FOR IT— /‘"''IIILDREN hate to take medicine as a rule, but every child loves the taste of Castoria. And this pure vegetable preparation is just as good as it tastes; just as bland and just as harmless as the recipe reads. When Baby’s cry warns of colic, a few drops of Castoria has him soothed, asleep again in a jiffy. Noth¬ ing is more valuable in diarrhea. When coated tongue or bad breath tell of constipation, invoke its gentle aid to cleanse and regulate a child’s bowels. In colds or children’s diseases, you should use it to keep the system from clogging. Castoria is sold in every drug store; the genuine always bears Chas. H. Fletcher’s signature. CASTORI A The Situation “Are fishing or hunting [xirties the more exacting?” “Fishing parties. You’ve got to show ’em fish. Bear hunters are often satisfied if you show ’em tracks,” replied Toofus, the Fort Mink philosopher and guide. You Can’t Outgue** Therti “But madume, you cannot marry again. If you do, your husband has dearly specified in Ids will that his fortune will go to his brother.” “Yes, that’s so. It's the brother that I’m marrying.”—-Page Gates. Romance in High Life “What’s the delay? Doesn't she love the duke after all?” "They are having ids title searched." No photographs will look so ridicu¬ lous in future years as ttiose showing tlie fashions from 1925 to 1929. Makes Sweeter Life Next time a coated tongue, fetid breath, or acrid skin gives evidence of sour stomach—try Phillips Milk of Magnesia! Get acquainted with this perfect anti-acid that helps the system keep sound and sweet. That every atom ach needs at times. Take it when¬ ever a hearty meal brings any dis¬ comfort. Phillips Milk of Magnesia has won medical endorsement. And convinced millions of men and women they didn’t have “indiges¬ tion.” Don’t diet, and don’t suffer; just remember Phillips Pleasant to take, and always effective. Tiie name Phillips is important; It identifies tlie genuine product. “Milk of Magnesia” has been tiie U. S. registered trade mark of the Charles H. Phillips Chemical Co. and its predecessor Charles H. Phillips since 1875. Phillips * Milk of Magnesia . Chain Lightning Last year a few cents worth of electricity snapped out of the sky about 500 times and killed at least one person. Lightning also destroyed $13,000,000 worth of insured prop¬ erty and much more than that unin¬ sured.—Country Home.