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Pains Stopped When
Lady Got Stronger
“About a year ago, my health •was
not good,” writes Mrs. W. F. Sive
Jey, 8800 First Court, N., Birming¬
ham, Ala. "X felt weak, tired. I had
Fains in my back.
I knew by these
symptoms X needed
something to build
me up. My mother
advised me to try
Cardui, which 1 did.
I found It was what
I needed, for it built
me up. The pain in
my back stopped,
and I felt better and
stronger than I had
in some time. I took
about 7 bottles of
Cardui in all.” rs-u
CARDUI
Sold at Drug Stores
RECALLING SOLOMON
AND SHEBA’S QUEEN
If the r/ueen of Sheba could behold
i be million-dollar crowns of gold
which were placed, October 21, upon
the heads of her reputed descend¬
ants In Abyssinia, and witness the
ceremonious splendor of the homage
paid to her country that has now
been admitted to a seat among In¬
dependent nations, she might be ex¬
pected to exclaim, as she did In the
presence of Solomon’s glory, that the
half had not been told her. But when
it is remembered that one of her
gifts to Solomon amounted to ap¬
proximately $4,000,000, in addition to
spices of great abundance and preci¬
ous slones. the crowns of gold and
the Kaiser Wilhelm coach and the
gifts which the duke of Gloucester
bore from the only other emperor in
the West would seem meager to her,
however lavish iri the eyes of a
modern democracy.
Though Christianity was not adopt¬
ed before the Fourth century, the
first dweller in the part, of the world
to he baptized ns a Christian was
the treasurer of Queen Candace,
whom Philip saw sitting and read¬
ing in his chariot on the road to
Gaza. So (tie emperor who kept vigil
in meditation and prayer at St.
George’s cathedral at Addis Ababa
should have recalled In his litany of
thanksgiving not only the queen of
Sheba Imt also the nameless man
who “had great authority” under
Queen Candace, who went lo Jerusa¬
lem “for to worship” and who on his
way back to Ethiopia went down in¬
to tlie water with Philip and was
baptized.—New York Times.
swat!
another night’s
sleep gone!
Flit kills
mosquitoes
quick I
FLIT
Largest Seller In 121 Countries
Deer’» Odd Antic*
Diving through a rear .screen door,
a small deer entered the home of
Prof. John J. Martin, of Bangor
(Maine) Theological seminary. The
deer raided two or three of the
downstairs rooms, including Doctor
Martin's study, and a member of the
family \vns compelled to seize it by
one of Its tegs and drag it to the out¬
doors before it would depart.
WANTED
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or over, io sell pure fruit flavored
powder for soft drinks, ices and sher¬
bets direct to housewives. Full or
part time. Write Number 1 Co.. 414-
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sample and full details.—Adv.
The Blooming Desert
The areas of the West which have
been reclaimed by the government
irrigation projects last year pro¬
duced crops valued at .$101,1711,000.
The work is still going on.
Business men can’t always make
a success of public administration
because politics won’t let them tire
those who deserve it.
When you get so mad at a man
that it makes him laugh, the sky
clears up.
W'S INfERSMlTtfe ChillTonic *
For it over has been 50 Malaria
years household Chills
the
remedy for all
forms of and
It is a Reliable, Fever
General Invig¬ Dengue
orating Tonic.
W. N. U., ATLANTA, NO. 35-1931
The Plains Of
Abraha
James
Curwood Oliver
IDuitMdUMlg
Irwin M yr« W.N.U
CwriOttB uPwAMaq Down ntCe.Ut- I
CHAPTER XIV—Continued
—24—
In this way Jeems found his wife
and boy. Their story was destined
to he remembered because it was a
marked incident in a transition of
land, people, and customs which his¬
tory could not regard too lightly.
Manuscripts and letters were to bear
it on, until, almost forgotten, it was to
remain only a whisper among a thou¬
sand others of days and years whose
echoes grow fainter ns time passes.
The walls of the old Lotblniere home
in St. I.ouls street, close to the resi¬
dence of the beautiful but infamous
Madame de Paean, witnessed the piec¬
ing together of the story and might
repeat it today if they could talk.
For Jeems the few minutes after his
entry in the [xitbiniere house, where
he and Tolnette were guided by Nancy
and her father wtdle a black servant
brought up the rear with the baby,
were nearly as unreal as the last mo¬
ments of his consciousness on the
Plains of Abraham. Inside the door,
Nancy placed the child in his arms,
which had not relinquished their bold
of Toinette, and the discovery that lie
possessed a son leapt upon him. He
was sb overwhelmed by the emotion
which followed that he did not see
Hepsihah Adams ns lie felt his way
through the wide hall to find what the
excitement and crying were about. It
was Hepsihah with his round, sight¬
less face and his voice breaking with
joy when tie found Jeems alive under
his great, fumbling hands which added
—as Nancy wrote in her letter to Anne
St. Denis-Rock—“a final proof tiiat
God does answer prayer.”
That this God who had seen New
France sink into ruin had guided their
own destinies with a benefit-lent hand
Jeems devoutly believed when Tol¬
nette told him what had befallen her
after the flight from Chenufsio. They
were alone in her room. It was the
eleventh of December, and the after¬
noon sun shone from ajsky filled with
the smiling warmth of autumn rather
than the chill of winter. A few hun¬
dred yards away, General Murray was
holding a review of the regiments
which were soon to face Levis in his
attempt to retake the city. The sound
of martial music came to them faintly,
and with it the distinct hut softer
tolling of a hell which marked an hour
of prayer, and to this appeal Toinette
bowed her head and murmured words
of adoration taught her by the whlte
rohed Sisterhood of Christ. Three
years had changed her. Not time
alone, but motherhood and the grief of
hopeless waiting had made her more
a woman and less a girl. At last she
had believed Jeems was dead, and now
she hnd him again, an indescribable
beauty suffused her face ami eyes with
its radiance as the mystery of tlie
years was unveiled.
She told of Hepsibah’s capture by
the Mohawks in Forbidden valley, of
ills escape, his recapture later by the
Senecas, and of her appeals to Shin
das and Tiaoga and of her failure to
inspire their mercy when, blinded, he
was brought to Chenufsio.
"Only God could have directed me
after that.” she said, “for I was so
desperate that I scarcely know how
events shaped themselves as they did.
I feared what your action might he
when you returned and found your
uncle had been blinded and killed, and
not until I entered Ah De Bail’s tepee
did it strike me as an answer to my
prayers that a hunting knife should
he dangling by its cord in the open¬
ing. With this knife 1 freed Hepsihah
and cut a hole in the skin tent through
which we crept to the canoes, after I
had given Wood Pigeon my message
to you. When we were pursued and
overtaken my hope died, but the depth
of my despair was no greater than the
joyous shock which overcame me when
1 heard Tiaoga’s voice telling us not
to he afraid but to go ashore quietly
and that no harm would befall ns.
Shindas explained what they were
about to do, for as soon as we were
ashore, Tiaoga went off alone into the
darkness. He told us that three days
before reaching Chenufsio they had
learned, through facts which Hepsi¬
hah related, that their prisoner, al¬
ready blinded, was your uncle and my
own dear friend. It was too late for
them to save him, for the warriors
were in had humor and demanded the
sacrifice at the stake of the one who
had killed several of their number.
Shindas came ahead so you would not
he in the village when the prisoner
arrived. As Shindas talked to us I
learned that hearts as kind as any in
this world heat in savage breasts, for
these three men had turned traitors to
the Senecas that we might live. In
tiie light of a torch, Shindas disclosed
a long braid of hair which looked
ridly like my own. and drenched its
scalp in fresh blood which he drew
from his breast. It was a scalp
Tiaoga had taken from a French In¬
dian he had killed, and I turned faint
w lien I saw it gleaming in the flare
of the pitch pine. Then Hepsihah and
l went on in the canoe. Hours later.
CLEVELANQ COURIER.
Shindas rejoined us and said that
Tiaoga had danced with the scalp be¬
fore his people and that they believed
we were dead. Shindas stayed with
us until we came upon French sol¬
diers near Fort Frontenac, and each
day I dressed the wound in his
breast.”
She paused, as if revisioning what
had passed, then said:
"There were a few moments with
Tiaoga—alone—that night we stood
on the shore, while Shindas took the
blood from his wound. God must have
made Tiaoga love me, Jeems, almost
as he had loved the one whose place
I had taken. When I found him, he
was so cold and still in the darkness
that tie might have been stone Instead
of flesh. But he promised to make it
“Yet He Loved Me—”
possible for you to come to me as soon
us he could do so without arousing
the suspicions of his people. And then
he touched me for the first time as he
must have caressed Silver Heels. He
held my braid in his hand and spoke
tier name in a way I had never heard
him speak it before. 1 kissed him. i
put my arms around his neck and
kissed him, arid it seemed that even
my lips touched stone. Yet he loved
tne, and because of that I have won¬
dered— through all these years—why
lie did not send you to me.”
Jeems could not tel! tier it was be¬
cause he had killed Tiaoga.
«•*»*•*
As the melody of the bell had fallen
like a benediction over the Plains of
Abraham, so peace and happiness fol¬
lowed in the footsteps of the con¬
querors of New France. At the stroke
of a pen, half a continent changed
hands, and from t lie pulpits of the
Canadas as well as from those of the
English colonies voices were raised in
gratitude to God that the conflict was
ended. Even the beaten rejoiced, for
during tiie months of its final agony
tlie heart of the nation lmd been
sapped by corruption and dishonesty
until faith had crumbled in men's
souls and British presence) came to be
regarded as a guarantee of liberty and
not ns tlie calamity of defeat “At
last there is an end to war on this
continent,” preached Thomas Fox
croft. pastor of the Old church in Bos¬
ton, for like a million others of his
countrymen hp did not forsee the still
greater conflict for American Inde
, pendence less than fifteen years ahead.
And tiie echo was repeated—“At last
there is an end to war.” Again the
sun was golden in its promise. Men
called the days their own, the fron¬
tiers slumbered, the most vengeful of
the savages retreated to their fast¬
nesses, women sang and children
played with new visions in their eyes.
These were the days of a nation’s
birth, when tiie Briton mingled with
those whom he had defeated, and
transformed New France into Canada.
In the spring of 1761 Jeems returned
to the Richelieu. Madame Tonteur,
Accumulation of Ages in Dead Sea’s Flotsam
Travelers in the Holv lahd visiting
the deepest hple in the" earth’s’ surface,
that occupied, by the Dead sea, into
which, the Jordan empties itself, are
always struck with astonishment at
the sight of countless numbers of
palm tree trunks, heaped by the wa¬
ters on its banks.
There are now no such numbers
of palm groves in the vicinity, or on
the hanks of the Jordan, the Amon
or other rivers flowing into this sea.
as would account for so prodigious
an amount of debris. Any attempt at
building a fire out of the mass of
flotsam, results, after exercising much
patience, in feehle. blue flames of no
great intensity. The wood is heavily
impregnated with ’salt from the Dead
sea—Salt sea. Or Lake Asphaltes as it
her spirit subdued and her malice
chastened, placed into his hands and
those of her daughter the broad do¬
main of Tonteur manor, which it was
her desire never to see again. That
the home of their future was to be
built amid the scenes of a tragedy
which had brought them together, and
where they would feel the presence of
loved ones who had found happiness
there as well as death, brought to
Toinette and Jeems a joy which only
they could understand. For the
charred ruins of Tonteur manor and
of Forbidden valley were home, even
to Hepsihah Adams; and when Jeems
reached the hallowed ground he had
left five years before, he wrote Toi¬
nette, who w-aited in Quebec, telling
her how the hills smiled their wel¬
come, how green the abandoned mead¬
ows were, and that everywhere flowers
had come to bless the solitude and the
resting places of their dead. Then he
set to work with the men who had
come with him, and in the golden flush
of September he went for Toinette
and his boy. A haze of smoke drifted
once more from the chimneys of cot¬
tages in the valley lands, and with
another summer the lowing of cattle
and the bleating of sheep rose at eve¬
ning time, and the old mill wheel
turned again, and often Toinette rode
beside Jeems toward Forbidden val¬
ley, sometimes with her hair in curls,
with a ribbon streaming from them.
It was in this second year, when the
chestnut burrs were green on the
ridges, that strangers came down the
trail from Tonteur hill one evening,
two men and a woman and a girl. The
men were Senecas, and the miller, who
met them first, eyed them with sus¬
picion as well as wonder, for while
the girl was pretty and the woman
white, the men who accompanied them
were fierce and tall and marked by
battle. They were also extremely
proud, and passed the miller without
heeding his command to make them¬
selves known, stalking to the front of
the big house, followed by the woman
and the girl, where Toinette saw them
and gave such a cry that the miller
ran back for his gun. In this way
Tiaoga came to Tonteur manor to
show Jeems the scar his arrow had
made, and with him were Wood
I’igeon and Shindas and Mary Dagh
len. For many years after this, until
he was killed in the frontier fighting
which preceded the American war for
independence, Tiaoga returned often
to the valley of the Richelieu, and as
time went on, the pack of soft skins
and bright feathers he brought with
him grew larger, for another boy was
given to Toinette, and then a girt, so
that, with three children always watch¬
ing and hoping for his arrival, the
warrior was kept busy accumulating
treasures for them. Once each year
Mary and Shindas visited Tonteur
manor, and with them came their chil¬
dren when they grew old enough to
travel through the wilderness. Wood
Pigeon did not return to Chenufsio.
Tokona, her crippled father, had given
up his valiant struggle the preceding
winter and had died. She lived with
Toinette and Jeems until she was nine¬
teen, when she married a young
French landowner named De Poncy.
From one of a sheaf of yellow let¬
ters may be read these lines, dated
June 14, 1767, written to Nancy I.ot
blniere-Gagnfin by Marie Antoinette
Bulain.
“My Own Denr Nancy:
"Sadness has fallen over us here at
Tonteur manor. Odd is dead, I no
longer have a douht that God has
given souls to the beasts, for wherever
we look we miss him, and a fortnight
has passed since we buried him close
to the chapel yard. It is like missing
a child who loved us. or, more than
that, one who guarded us as he loved.
Even last night little Marie Antoi¬
nette sobbed herself to sleep because
he cannot come when she calls him.
I cannot keep tears from my own eyes
when I think of him, and even Jeems,
strong as he is, turns from me when
we pass the chapel yard, ashamed of
what I might see in his face. Odd
was all we had left to us of other days
—he and Hepsihah. And It Is Hepsi¬
hah for whom my heart aches most.
For years dear old Odd has guided
him In his blindness, with a cord at¬
tached to his neck, and I believe they
knew how to talk to each other.
“Hepsihah now sits alone so much,
keeping away from others, and every
evening we see him groping about the
gate to the chapel yard as if hoping
to find some one there. Oh, what a
terrible thing is death, which rends us
all with its grief in time! But I must
not moralize or unburden my gloom or
you will wish I had remained silent
another month.
“It is a glorious June here. The
roses . .
One wonders if the misty spots on
the yellow page are tears.
[THE END.]
has been called—that is, is pickled and
will last for centuries.
The accumulations of countless ages
are represented in those piles of roots
and logs, carrying the mind hack to
the time when the four kings made
the first incursion from Mesopotamia
into Canaan, near Hazazon-Tamar. or
“The Rows of Palms,” the modern
Engedi, (Genesis 14:7), captured
Lot and his family, but were followed
and defeated by Abraham.
At the End of the Road
Many people go through life haunt¬
ed by the fear of death, only to find,
when it comes, it is as natural and
as satisfying as life itself.—American
Magazine.
WORLD
WAR
YARNS
by Lieut. Frank E. Hagan
Writer of the Most Tragic
Story
St. Louis is the home of the man
who wrote the most tragic story of
the World war. He was not a novel¬
ist nor a poet nor a war correspondent
and his story was not written with
pen or typewriter. It was tapped off
in dots and dashes on a telegraph key.
For Frank M. Murray, a sergeant in
the Four Hundred and Twelfth tele¬
graphic battalion is the man who sat
in a little telegraph office in London,
day after day for more than ten
months and from some unknown place
in France received by telegraph the
list of casualties of the A. E. F. and
relayed them to the proper military au¬
thorities in the United States.
When he first went on the job his
work was light. The casualties were
comparatively few and three hours a
day was all that tiie transmission re¬
quired. But as the American force in
France increased and more Americans
went into action during the summer
months of 1918, the lists grew in size
and his job called for 14 and some¬
times 18 hours a day of the most
exacting work where absolute accuracy
was necessary. A wrong name or a
wrong identification number meant a
false death report and a crushing
weight of sorrow for some one “back
home.”
It was a mysterious job which he
had, too. Each day he would open
his instrument, give the call HF and
immediately the report would start
coining. He had no idea who was
sending from tiie other end nor where
the wire led to. For ail that he knew
the man might be in the next room or
somewhere along tiie front in France.
“There was no talking on the wire
and the sender never suggested that
lie reveal his identity.” says Murray
“I’ll admit that it was a sort of
spooky arrangement. The list was
headed as coming from I1AEF, which
I figured meant Headquarters of the
American Expeditionary Forces. But
one day a new operator came on duty
and before he realized what he was
doing he indicated that he was send¬
ing from a dugout near Chaumont.
He soon realized his mistake and
begged me to say nothing about it and
to forget the town. Curiously, I dis¬
covered after returning to St. Louis
that frequently the sender at the
other end of the wire was a friend of
mine. But I didn’t know it at the
time and he didn’t either!”
* * *
A “Necessity of War” for Him
The truth might just as well be told.
Some of the older soldiers of the reg¬
ular army developed reprehensible hab¬
its of living from which they found
it impossible to shake themselves, even
in France. One of these addicts was
First Sergt. Frank Moyer, “top” of H
company. Sixtieth infantry. He had
an overwhelming passion for chewing
gum!
When his company came out of the
Meuse-Argonne for replacements, Moy¬
er was considerably disturbed. A
touch of gas had sent him to a field
dressing station, he was forced to bur
ry back to his company and prepare
a complete report of casualties, and
he had been without so much as a
stick of chewing gum for many days.
Moyer’s agony increased as the list
of dead grew upon report after report
from his sergeants and corporals. It
seemed he could stand no more, but
just as he finished his report a con¬
signment of mail for the company was
dumped in his headquarters.
Sergeant Moyer pawed through the
phe of packages from the “States.”
searching feverishly. Finally he se¬
lected a fat bundle, which was not ad¬
dressed to him. and opened it with
trembling hands. One of the first ar¬
ticles which tumbled out was a dozen
packages of chewing gum. Shucking
one complete package of the gum and
stuffing it into his mouth, the “top"
smiled wanly.
“That package was sent to -,”
he confessed sadly through clamping
jaws, ”i saw him get a direct hit not
three days ago. Divide the rest of it
among you, fellows. I’ll keep the gum
myself.”
’
* * *
He Didn’t Say It!
It’s just too bad about some of those
epigrams which famous leaders in the
World war are supposed to have ut¬
tered—hut didn’t! Next to the his¬
toric phrase. “Lafayette, we are here!”
which General Pershing didn't say, is
one attributed to Admiral William S.
Sims when he arrived with the first
American naval forces in European
waters and was asked when he would
be ready for business. He is sup¬
posed to have replied: “We can start
at once. We made preparations on
the way.” Here is what Admiral
Sims himself has to say about that:
“I do not know how such a yarn
could have arisen,- As a matter of
fact, i was on duty in Paris when the
destroyers arrived at Queenstown.
They were iD command of Commander
Joseph K. Taussig, C. S. N. It is true
that he was asked by Admiral Bayley,
immediately on arrival after a 3.000
mile transatlantic passage, when he
would be ready for service, and he
replied that he would be ready as
soon as his vessels could be refueled*.
“You see. therefore, that i can make
no claim to having made use of any
such epigramniatical expression.”
<{c* 1931. Western Newspaper Union.)
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Says Animal* Will Talk
That animals may learn to talk is
the belief of Dr. Bastian Schmid of
Germany, who has been studying pho¬
tographs of the dog’s hark and oth¬
er sounds made by supposedly dumb
beasts. He has found evidence that
animals have the beginnings of words
like those of human language.
Appeal to Ambition
“Tommy.” pleaded his teacher,
"why won't you practice your writ¬
ing?”
“Ain't no excitement in being a
bookkeeper.”
“But you might get to be a sky¬
writer."
(C Tone Drive up out the malaria system
grove’s
T A. S X E L E S S
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Measurement
Bobby—Please, sir, my mother
wants some clothespins.
Hardware Man—How many, son?
Bobby—Enough for a line 50 feet
long.
Men don’t object to work if they
pick it out.
Friendship grows in tiie soil of
understanding.
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Her Fatal Error
Boss—I had to fire the secretary I
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Assistant—Didn’t she have any ex¬
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Boss—None at all, I told her to sit
down and she looked around for a
chair.
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The Parlor Trick
Mistress—I though you said this
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