The Barnwell people. (Barnwell, S.C.) 1884-1925, January 09, 1919, Image 2
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THE PEOPLE, BARNWELL, 8. 0
BPSET
RAPE'S DIAPEPSIN AT ONCE END8
SOURNESS, GASES, ACIDITY,
INDIGESTION.
Undigested food!' Lumps of pain;
Gelchlnj? j;ns, acids and sourness. When
your stomncj} Is nil upset, here Is in
stant relief—No waiting! '
CAROLYN CANNOT FACE PROSPECT OF LOSING HER ONLY
FRIEND AND COMPANION.
The moment you eat a tablet of
Pape’s Diapepsin all the Indigestion
pain, dyspepsia misery, the sourness,
gases and stomach acidity ends.
Pape’s Diapepsin tablets cost little
at any drug store hut there is no surer
or quicker stomach relief known. Ad»\
Synopsis.—Her father and mother reported lostjit sea when the
Dunraven, on which they had'flailed for Jj|}ropt, wa$ aunk, Carolyn
May Cameron—Ilannah’s Carolyn—Is sent from New York to her bach*
elor uncle, Joseph Stagg, at the Corners. The reception given her by
her uncle Is not very enthusiastic. Carolyn Is also chilled by the stern
demeanor of Aunty Rose, Uncle Joe’s housekeeper. Stagg is dismayed
when he learns'from a lawyer friend of his brother : ln-law that Carolyn
has been left practically penniless pnd consigned to his care as guardian.
Carolyn learns of the estrangement between her uncle and his one-time
sweetheart, Amanda Parloiy, anti the cause of the bitterness between
the tw'o families. ~ •• • ' ■ .
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Every man should master the art of
concealing his igttojjuice.
“BEST MEDICINE
FOB WOMEN”
What Lydia E. Pinkham’fl
Vegetable Compound Did
For Ohio Woman.
Portsmouth, Ohio.—*' I suffered from
irregularities, pains in my side and was
so weak at times 1
could hardlv get
around to uo my
work, and as I had
four in my family
and three boarders
it made it very hard
for me. Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vege
table Compound
was recommended
tome. I took it
and it has restored
my health. It ia
certainly the best
medicine for woman's ailments I ever
•aw.”—Mrs. Sara Shaw, R. No. 1,
Portsmouth, Ohio.
Ifrs. Shaw proved the merit of this
medicine aad wrote this letter in order
that other suffering women may find
relief as she did.
Women who are suffering as she was
should not drag along from day to day
without giving this famous root and
barb remedy, Lydia E. Pinkham'sVege-
tabls Compound, a trial. For spedal
advice tn regard to such ailments write
to Lydia E. rinkham Medicine Co., Lynn,
Maas. The result of its forty years
experience is at your service.
Loosen Up a Tight, Sore
Chest With Mother’s
Joy Salve
When a cold geta down into the
throat and chest, causing so renew,
hoarsen cm, or croupy symptoms. It
to time to take quick step* to prevent
pneumonia, or other serious results.
A reliable and harmless remedy (or
such troubles is
JOY
YOU .'MSTyir«tem»iry.'iiiJ"rub
la. There Is no Irritation to the tend*
skin, but tt quickly penetrates
to the seat of the trouble, and relieves
the congestion like magic.
. McrntiK’s Joy Salve should be
kept on hrnd for an emerj
It will surprise you hoy'qulckly
It will break a croupy/Cough,
relieve sore
ness in the
chest.
Doctors re
commend It:
good dealers
•ell It. 25#.
and 50#. jars.
CHAPTER V—Continued.
The mole In.question lived under a
piece of rock wall near the garden
fence. ]
When Uncle Joe came home to din
ner on one particular Saturday he
walked down to th<e corner of the gar
den fence, and there saw the havoc
Prince had wrought. In following the
line of the mole’s last tunnel he had
worked his way under the picket fence
and had torn up two currant bushes
and done some damage in the straw
berry patch. ' , • •
“And the >-orst of it is,” grumbled
the hardware dealer, “he never caught
the mole. That mongrel really isn’t
worth a bagpf dornlcks to sink him In
the brooks But that’s what he’s going
to get this very evening when I come
home. I won’t Etntiil for him a day
longer.”
Carolyn May positively turned pale
as she crouched beside the now
chnined-up Prince, both arms about
his rough neck. He licked her cheek.
Fortunately, he could not understand
everything that was said to him, there
fore the pronouncement of this terri
ble sentence did not agitate him an
atom. - .
Carolyn May sat for a long time un
der the tree beside the sleeping dog
and thought how different this life at
The Corners was from that she had
lived with her father and mother in
the city home.
If only that big ship, the Dunraven,
had not sailed away with her papa
and her mamma!
Carolyn May had been very brave on
that occasion. She had gone ashore
with Mrs. Price and Edna after her
mother’s last clinging embrace and her,
father’s husky “Good-by, daughter/’
with scarcely a tear.
Of course she had been brave! Mam
ma would return in a few weeks, and
then, after a time, papa would like
wise come back—and oh! so rosy and
stout! / •
And then, in tw’o weeks, came the
fatal news of the sinking of the Dun-
raven and the loss of all but a small
part of her crew and passengers.
Vaguely these facts' had become
known to Carolyn May. She never
spoke of them. They did not seem real
to the little girl.
But now, sitting beside the con
demned Prince—her companion and
tr.
May at last. “I s’pose you are hungry.
It isn’t going to do you a bit of good
to eat fhut you don’t know It. I’ll ask
Aunty Rose if she has something for
you.”
She got up wearily an(J..went_across
the yard. Aunty Rose stood jtjst-4n-
side the screen door. » - • * -
“Don’t you r want any dinner, Car’lyn
May?” she asked.
“No, ma’am. I guess I’d better not
eat,” said the child. -
“Why not r
“’Cause ray stomach’s so trembly.
I Just know I couldn’t keep anything
dowm, even if I could swallow It. But
Prince’ll eat his, please. He—he don’t
know any better.” .
- “Tut, tut !” murmured the woman.
.“He’s the most sensible of the two of
you, I declare.” ..
The minutes of that afternoon drag
ged by in most doleful procession.
There was no idea in tl)e little girl’s
mind that Umlifi Joe might change his
intention and Prince be saved from the
watery grave promised him. When
she saw the hardware dealer come in
to the yard almost an hour earlier
than their usual supper time she was
not surprised. Nor did she think of
pleading with him for the'dog’s life.
The litle girl watched him askance.
Mr. Stagg came directly through the
yard, stopping only at the shed for a
moment. There he secured a strong
potato sack, and with It trailing from
his hand went half-way up the knoll
to where there was a heap of stones.
He stooped down and began to select
some- of these, putting them In the
hag.
This was too much for Carolyn ffiy.
With a fearful look at Uncle Joe’s «n-
compromising shoulders, she went to
the tree where Prince was chained.
Exchanging the chain for the feather
•|eash with which she' always led him
about, the little girl guided the mon
grel across the yard and around the
corner of the house.
*. Her last backward glance assured
her that the hardware dealer had not
observed her. Quickly and silently she
led Prince to the front gate, and they
went out together into the dusty road.
“I—I know’ we oughtn’t to,” whis
pered Carolyn . May to her canine
friend, “hut I feel I’ve Just gotjo save
you. Prince. I—I can’t see you
drownd-ed dead like that!”
She^ turned the nearest Corner and
..went. ■ up • the ■road tAweeds- ihe
closed, gable-roofed cottage where
Aunty Rose had lived before she had
come to be Uncle Jo^s housekeeper,
k Carolyn May had already peered
' over into the small yard of the cot
tage and had seen that Mrs. Kennedy
still kept the flower-beds weeded and
the walks neat and the grass plot
trimmed. But the window shutters
were barred and the front door built
up with boards.
Carolyn'May went in through the
fsont gate and. sat down on the door
step, while Prince dropped to a com
fortable attitude beside her. The dog
slept. ^0 little girl ruminated.
She would not go back to Uncle
Joe’s—no, indeed!, She did not know
Just whOft she would do when dark
should come, but Prince should not he
sacrificed to her uncle’s Wrqth.
A voice, low, sweet, yet startling,
aroused her.
“What are you doing there, little
girl?”
Both runaways started, hut neither
of them was disturbed by the appear-
unsce of her who hatT accosted Caro-
lyn May. i
drownd-ed,” Carolyn May sobbed. “I’d
want to be drownd-ed myself, too.”
“I know, dear. But do you really
believe your Uncle Joseph w r ould do
such a thing? Would he drown your
dog?”
“I—I saw him putting the stones in
„the bag.” sobbed Carolyn May. “And
he said he would.”’ •• -
“But he said it when he was angry,
dear. We often say things when we
are angry—more’s the pity!—which
we do not mean, and for which w’e are
bitterly sorry afterwards. I am sure,
Carolyn May, that your Uncle Joe has
no intention of drowning your dog.”
“Oh. Miss Amanda! Are you pot’-
tlve?” ?
■ FILL
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A small bottle of “Danderine"
v keeps hair thick, strong,
beautiful. -
Girls! Tiy this! Doubles
of your hair in a few
moments.
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COMPLEX SENTENCE.
A teacher In. th? North Vernon
.schools was grading some manuscripts
from a -recent examination. One
of the questions asked ran like, this:
“Define and give an example of a com
plex c< mpound sentence.” - In answer
ing the question one pupil gave the fol-
“Positive! I know Joseph Stagg. M owi,, K « s • , r/‘xuraple:
He was never yet cruel to-any dumb “The only saw that i ever saw’ saw
creature. Go ask him yourself, Caro- was « buxxsuw down in ‘Arkansaw.’“
lyn May/ Whatever else he may be, I '' rhe teacher uhder the linpres-
slon that the answer was somewhat
complex —Indianapolis News. . ,
ss
he is not a hater of helpless and dumb
animals.” _
“Miss Amanda,” cried Carolyn May,
with clasped hands, “you—you are just
lifting an awful big lump off my heart I
I’ll run and ask him right away.”
She raced with the barking Prince
back to the Stagg premises. Mr. Stagg
Not Guilty,
Friend (In Windfall’s art gallery)—
You certainly show’ excellent discrlm
inntlon In the selection of your pic
tures.
Windfall—Discrimination-? Not or
your life; Vm too broadminded foi
that! Why. Ifjthe price is right, I don’t
care a dang whether the painter If
American. Dutch. Dago. Bole. Bub I
TT
m
gurian. Chinese,' Eskimo, oif even Ger
man. >
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IN A NEWSPAPER OFFICE.
With Her Arms About the Little Girl,
Miss Amanda Snuggled Her Up
Close. | “Somebody wants us \p answer the
question,'*What makes a woman beau-
Send 2c stamp for
illustrated Winsor &
Newton catalogue of
Artists' Materials and
Colors, including Special
Chart for mixing, FREE, a
moat valuable aid. Gives
explicit directions for right
«otor* for all
The Little Gicl. Felt Bitterly Her Lone
liness and Grief.
only real comforter during these
weeks of her orphanhood—the llttlC’
girl felt bitterly her loneliness and
grief. ■ ’ - .
If Uncle Joe did as he had threat
ened, what should she do? There
seemed to be no place for her and
Prince to run away to.
I’m quite sure I don’t want to
live,” thought Carolyn May dismtflly.
“If papa and mamma and Prince are
all dead—why! there aren’t enough
other folks left In the world to make
It worth while living in, I don’t be
lieve. If Prince isn’t going to be alive,
then I don't want to he alive, either.'’
By and by Prince began to get very
uneasy.. It was long past his dinner
hour, and every time he heard the
scr
had Just finished filling in with the
stones the trench Prince had dug un
der the garden fence.
“There,” he grunted. “That dratted
dog w’on’t dig this hole any bigger, 1
reckon. What’s the matter with you,
Car’lyn?” * * t _
“Are—are you going to drown’d
Priucey, Uncle Joe? If—if you do, it
Just seems to me. I—-1 shall die!”- 1 ■
He looked up at her searchlngly.
“Humph ! is that mongrel so all-im
portant to your happiness -that you
want to die if he does?” demanded the
man.
“Yes, Uncle Joe.”
, “Humph!” ejaculated the hardware
dealer again. “1 believe you think
more of that dog than you do of me.”
ifBTto itirw;
tiful ?' —
“Say that we can’t recommend any
special make of face powder.”
.v Comparisons. '
, *Our weddlhfr trip l» all too abort."
She said with drooping sigh.
“Well, maybe eo.”’he groaned, “but It
Is not as *hori as I _
Unwieldy Patronymic.
“What,1s th*» mime of the proprietor
of this restaurant?” ' •/
' “Sum Smith.” /
“But he’s a Greek, and ‘Sam Smith’
Isn’t a Greek name.”
“No. It was adopted for business
reasons. There Isn’t room at the bot
tom of a check to sign the name he
brought with him to this country.”
Within ten minutes after an appll-^
cation of Dnnderjne you can not find a
single trace of dandruff or fulling hair
and your sculp will not Itch, but what
I will please you most will be after a few
weeks' use. when you see ne\v hutr, fine
' and downy* at first—yes—but really
new hair—growing all over the scalp.✓
A little Danderine finmedlately dou
bles the beauty of your hair,- No .dif
ference how dull, faded; brittle and
scraggy. Just moisten a cloth wtjh Dan- _
denine and carefully draw it through .
your hair, taking one small strand at a
1 tljnie. The effect is amazing—your hair
will be light, fluffy and wavy, and have
an appearance of abundance; an in-
' comparable lustre, softness and. luxu
riance.
Get a small bottle of Knowlton’s
Danderine for a few cents at any drug
store or toilet counter, and prove that
your hair Is as pretty and soft as any
—that It has been neglected or injured
by careless treatment—that!* all—you
surely can have beautiful hair and lots
of It if you win Just try a little Dan-
i derlne.—Adv.
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Sympathetic. ..
My husband in a fine little mnn. hut
not hefty. My own avoirdupois has .
bet n n source of some embarrassment
to me, but never quite so much as One
evening when we bonnb-d a car home
from the theater, and w*th difficulty
i found space* where two of us could
squeeze' down into ~ a narrow, va
cant place on a long sent. We had
safely adjusted ourselves when a much
exhilarated individual leaned across to
.my husband and said, sympathetically
and loudly: .“Never mind, ole man; I
got a fat one. too.”—Ghicago Tribune.
WOMEN MFERERSltt
The frank answer hit Mr. Stagg
harder than he would have cared to
acknowledge.
, “Why?” he queried.
“Because Prince never said a word
to hurt me ii* his life!” said Carolyn
May, sobbing.
. The man wa« silenced. He felt lu
his inmost heart that he had been
judged.
Wanted to Be Remembered.
They were two days out and the
young bride was dreadfully seasick.
* “Henry, ^dear.” she moaned, “If I
should die and they bury me here you'll
come* sometimes and plant flowers on
my grave, won’t you?”—St. Louis
iftar.
1 fr’Jir
4 a
CONVINCING CIRCUMSTANCE.
‘Oh, Miss Mandy!” breathed the lit
tle girl, and thofighL Jhat the CRrpin- ^ By thisj fl
ter’s daughter haiT/iev^r looked so-" little girl w
pretty..
;“What are you doing there?” repeat
ed Miss Parlowi
CHAPTER VI.
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Prince Awakens The .Corners.
Camp-meeting time was over, and
the church at The Corners was ta open
for its regular Sunday services. ,
“Both Satan and the parson havt
had a vacation,” said Mr. Stagg, “and !
now they can tackle each other again
and see which’ll get tlie strangle hold
’twixt now’ and revital time.’!
“You should not say such things, es-
pecially before the child, Joseph !
Stagg,’’ admonished Aunty Rose.
Carolyn May, however, seemed not
to have heard Uncle Joe’s pessimistic
remark; she 'was too greatly excited
by tfie prospect of Sunday school. And
the very next week-day school would
begin!
first week In September the
girl was quite settled in her hew
r home at The Corners. Prince was still,
a doubtful addition to the family, both
Uncle Joe and Aunty Rose plainly hav
“We—we’ve run away,” said Caro- itig misgivings aboi/t him. But In re-
lyn May at last. She could be nothing gurd to the little girl herself, the
but frank;.it was her nature. / j hardware merchant and the house-
■ “Rmr~ away?”-Tepmed the pretty keeper -were" ohihidh,. even
woman. “You don’t mean that?” *' though they did not admit it to cccb
“Yes, ma’am, I have. And Prince, other.
From Uncle Joe and Aunty Rose,”
Carolyn May assured her, nodding her
head with each declaration. f
“Oh, my dear, what for?” asked
Miss Amanda. . <
So Carolyn May told her—and srtth
tears.
Meanwhile the woman came into the
'yard and sat beside the child on the
step. With her arm about the little
Prince proves himself a real
canine hero and makes himself
“solid" with all the people at the
Corners. His exploit is described
in the rve*t installment. ir
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
^#wrly *ftd ~wlth cocked: earwj vime; wTpftg rh^ tearr awar**ftfr Tifbher bbtfti fo> the
own handkerchief. \1 army has been plaieed with America!)
1. Just cant havt P09T Prince | manufacturers.
First Politician—You ore sure that
prize fight was on the level? '
- Second Politician' — Absolutely.
“When the referee counted ten the de
feated candidate for the championship
was too much exhausted- even to- de-
mand a recount.
Thousands upon thousands of womefe
have kidney and bladder trouble an^
never suspect it • > , ■
../SSTometa’a complaints often prove to be
nothing else but kidney trouble, or tlie
result ©£ kidney or bladder disease.
’ll the Audneys are not in a healthy^
condition, they may cause the* other or
gans to become diseased •<.
Pain in jthe back, headache, loss of am
bition, nervousness, are often times symp
toms of kidney trouble.
Don’t delay starting treatment. Dr.
Kilmer’s Swamp-Root, a physician’s pre
scription, obtained at any drug store, may
be just the remedy needed to overcome
such conditions.
Get a medium or large size bottle im
mediately from any drug store.
However, if you wish first to test this
great preparation send ten cents to Dr.
Kilmer A Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for h
■ample bottle. When writing be jure and
mention this paper.—Adv. *
the
So Understood.
‘'Do you thiiLk* Bacon wrote
Shak*peumm pffiysT”s
“I don’t care, whether he did or not.
It is pretty well established that
Shakespeare got the royalties.”—.
Louisville Courier Journal.
Comes Off.
This is a grouchy world. Ah. me!
A fellow seldom laughs.
Why don’t we wear the smile that ws
Use In our photographs?
* Helping His Sight.
“My country cousin saya he can’t
see that town life Is any livelier than
country life.”
Where shallow? itertiiim?”
“Well, we might start by taking hljm
ta an optician.”
Don’t Forget Cuticura Talcum
When adding to your toilet requisites.
An exquisitely scented face, skin, baby
and dusting powder and perfume, ren
dering other perfumes superfluous.
You may rely on It because one of tha
Cutlcnra Trio (Soap, Ointment and
Talcum). 25c each everywhere.—Adr.
The Difficulty.
“What a rude soldier!” A . •.
“Yes, he will never do for civil Ufa,*
—^Baltimore American. •
... No Worms in ■ Heeltliy Child
All children troubled with Worms have
ssltbv color, which Indies tea poor blood, s_
rule, there Is more or less siomsch distsrbsa«m
8 BOV ITS TA8TBJLH88 chill TONIC tlren regslaS
»r two or three weeks will enrich the blood, im
prove the digestion, sad set ss a General
Tlie more some people get tile less
tbev seem to'deserve what they hav*.