New Ulm Enterprise (New Ulm, Tex.), Vol. 8, No. 34, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 30, 1918 Page: 3 of 8
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NEW ULM ENTERPRISE-. NEW ULM, TEXAS
KAZAN
face, turned and
1
KAZAN ONCE MORE PERFORMS A GREAT SERVICE AND
&
WINS JOAN’S LIFE-LONG AFFECTION.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
GOT RID OF ACHING TOOTH
matter what ails your child, a'
CHAPTER VIII—Continued.
the
now.
out
put
silence. Near-
wanted her very near to
i«s
He Was Very Quiet.
are
CHAPTER IX.
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the river she
could she re-
that rose to
choking cry.
our
you
lay on his balsam
over him now but
wind
bliz-
pa-
on
the
the
of meat
the fire,
She was
how her
his jaw
tooth.-*
very near to
man outside—
could lie still,
Many a blessing in disguise is a
blessing only because it is disguised.
is
it
Heroic Act,
to Be No
Relief.
Synopsis.—Kazan, a vicious Alaskan sledge dog, one-quarter wolf,
saves the life of Thorpe, his master, and is taken along when the
master goes to civilization to meet his bride and return- with her to the
frozen country. Even Thorpe is afraid to touch Kazan, who has been
made savage by brutality, but Isobel, the dog’s new mistress, wins
his affection instantly. On the way northward, McCready, a dog team
driver, joins the party and at night beats the master to Insensibility
and attacks Isobel. Kazan kills McCready, flees to the woods, joins
a wolf pack, whips the leader, takes a mate, Gray Wolf, and soon af-
terward drives off the pack which had attacked Pierre, a sick man,
his daughter, Joan, and her baby. Kazan submits to adoption through
kindness. Pierre is near death.
What happens to Joan and her
baby after she falls unconscious
on the sledge is told graphically
in the next installment.
No Gigglers Need Apply.
A request for a “young lady stenog-
rapher, thirty to forty years old, past
the giggling and flirting age,” has been
received by W. R. King, manager of
the United States Employment bureau.
The employer says he wants a woman
who has to work for a living and who
wants to leave the city and go to a
small country town. The salary of-
fered is $40 a month.—St. Louis Post'
Dispatch.
blotch, to her. And then,
she saw that they were
They were not more than
ahead of her—but the
Dried Buttermilk on the Market.
Commercialized dried buttermilk
new feed. The first carload of
HURRY, MOTHER! REMOVE POi
SONS FROM LITTLE STOMACH,
-LIVER, BOWELS.'
in a
his
she
obtained the box.
Pierre Radisson car-
waterproof box in a
bearskin coat. She
kneeled beside him
As the
Twenty-three thousand
dred and sixty-one persons
what love is, when a New
per held a prize answer
that subject recently,
prize went to this one:
doorway through which the human soul
passes from selfishness into service
and from solitude into kinship with all
humanityI” Southerners are just that
sentimental that the person who wrote
“Love is what makes two auburn hairs
grow where there was only one red
one,” probably got stung.”—Springfield
Republican.
Frenchman Driven to
When There Seemed
Other Method of
But she found now that all the ice and
snow looked alike to her, and that
there was a growing pain back of her
eyes. It was the intense cold.
The river widened into a small lake,
and here the wind struck her in the
face with such force that her weight
was taken from the strap, and Kazan
dragged the sledge alone. A few
inches of snow impeded her as much
as a foot had done before. Little by
little she dropped back. Kazan
forged to her side, every ounce of his
magnificent strength in the traces. By
the time they were on the river chan-
nel again Joan was at the back of the
sledge, following in the trail made by
Kazan. She was powerless to help
him. She felt more and more the lead-
en weight of her legs. There was but
one hope—and that was the forest. If
they did not reach it soon, within half
an hour, she would be dble to go no
farther. Over and over again she
moaned a prayer for her baby as she
struggled on. She fell in the snow-
drifts. Kazan and the sledge became
only a dark
all at once,
leaving her.
twenty feet
blotch seemed to be a vast distance
away. Every bit of life and strength
in her body was now bent upon reach-
ing the sledge—and baby Joan.
It seemed an interminable time be-
fore she gained. With the sledge only
six feet ahead of her, she struggled
for what seemed to her to be an hour
before she could reach out and touch
it. With a moan she flung herself for-
ward, and fell upon it. ‘She no longer
heard the walling of the storm. She
no longer felt discomfort. With her
face in the furs under which baby Joan
was buried, there came to her with
swiftness and joy a vision of warmth
and home. And then the vision faded
away, and was followed by deep night.
Mrs. Godden Telia How It
May be Passed in Safety
and Comfort. /
Elk Becoming a Nuisance.
Elk from the Yellowstone park were
shipped to Washington, largely for
their sentimental value, but it has
been found that these animals can
make themselves considerable of a
nuisance. It is said that in a short
time damage to the extent of $20,000
has been done to the apple orchards
of that state by these animals.
THAT CHANGE IN
WOMAN’S LIFE
ta ®THE
60SW-MIWU
COMMXV
7-
Makes Sales Record.
Of the 5,000 electric irons
on trial by an electric company recent-
ly at Youngstown, O., only three came
back. The men in the sales depart-
ment believe the company’s policy of
requiring customers to return irons
themselves is responsible for this en-
viable record. The irons are put out
on 15 days’ free trial, and if the cus-
tomers ask for terms the payment is
spread over two or three months.
While it is thought that many irons
would be lost through this method, the
records show that the money for only
four irons out of the 5,000 could not
be collected. The people who had ac-
cepted these four irons on trial moved
out of town before the first payment
was due.
tent was. a task. The ropes were stiff
and frozen, and when she had finished
one of her hands was bleeding. She
piled the tent on the sledge, and then,
half covering her
looked back.
Pierre Radisson
bed, with nothing
the gray sky and the spruce-tops. Ka-
zan stood stiff-legged and sniffed the
air. His spine bristled when Joan
went back slowly and kneeled beside
the blanket-wrapped object. When she
returned to him her face was white
and tense, and now there was a strange
and terrible look in her eyes as she
stared out across the barren. She
put him in the traces, and fastened
about her slender waist the strap that
Pierre had used. Thus they struck
out for the river, floundering knee-deep
in the freshly fallen and drifted snow.
Halfway Joan stumbled in a drift and
fell, her loose hair flying in a shimmer-
ing veil over the snow. With a mighty
pull Kazan was at her side, and his
cold muzzle touched her face as she
drew herself to her feet. For a mo-
ment Joan took his shaggy head be-
tween her two hands.
“Wolf!” she moaned. “Oh, Wolf!"
She went on, her breath coming
pantingly now, even from her brief ex-
ertion. The snow was not so deep on
the ice of the river. But a wind was
rising. It came from the north and
east, straight in her face, and Joan
bowed her head as she pulled with Ka-
zan. Half a mile down
stopped, and no longer
press the hopelessness
her lips in a sobbing,
Forty miles! She clutched her hands
at her breast, and stood breathing like
one who Jiad been beaten, her back to
the wind. The b&u> wag quiet. Joan
went back and peered down uhUt-T &?
furs, and what she saw there spurred
her on again almost fiercely. Twice
she stumbled to her knees in the drifts
during the next quarter of a mile.
After that there was a stretch of
wind-swept ice, and Kazan pulled the
sledge alone. Joan walked at his side.
There was a pain in her chest. A thou-
sand needles seemed pricking her face,
and suddenly she remembered the ther-
mometer. She exposed it for a time
on the top of the tent. When she looked
at it a few minutes later it was 30 de-
grees below zero. Forty miles 1 And
her father had told her that she could
make it—and could not lose herself!
But she did not know that even her
father would have been afraid to face
the north that day, with the tempera-
ture at 30 below, and a moaning
bringing the first warning of a
zard.
The timber was far behind her
Ahead there was nothing but the piti-
less barren, and the timber beyond
that was hidden by the gray gloom of
the day. If there had been trees,
Joan’s heart would not have choked so
with terror. But there was nothing—
nothing but that gray, ghostly gloom,
with the rim of the sky touching the
earth a mile away.
The snow grew heavy under her feet
again. Always she was watching for
those treacherous, frost-coated traps
in the ice her father had spoken of.
yam sh emu
is constipated?
LOOK AT TONGUE
No Chance for Humorist.
seven hun-
tried to tell
Orleans
contest
And then
“Love is
No
gentle, thorough laxative should al-
ways be the first treatment given.
If your little one is out of sorts,
half-sicfa, isn’t resting, eating and act-
ing naturally—look, Mother! see if
tongue is coated. This is a sure sign
that the little stomach, liver and bow-
els are clogged with waste. When
cross, irritable, feverish, stomach sour,
breath bad or has stomach-ache, diar-
rhea, sore throat, full of cold, give a
_teaspoonful of “California Syrup of
FigsS-atfid in a few hours all the .con-
stipated poison,
sour bile gently moves out
tie bowels without griping, and you
have a well, playful child again.
Mothers can rest easy after giving
this harmless “fruit laxative,” because
it never fails to cleanse the little one’s
liver and bowels and sweeten the stom-
ach and they dearly love its pleasant
taste. Full directions for babies, chil-
dren of all ages and for grown-ups
printed on each bottle.
Beware of counterfeit fig syrups.
Ask your druggist for a bottle of “Cal-
ifornia Syrup of Figsthen see that
it is made by the “California Fig Syrup
Company.”—Adv.
awakened her with its cry of hunger.
She opened her eyes, brushed back the
thick hair from her face, and could see
where the shadowy form of her father
was lying at the other si£e of the tent
He was very quiet, and she was
pleased that he was still sleeping. She
knew that the day before he had been
very near to exhaustion, and so for
half an hour longer she lay quiet,
cooing softly to the baby Joan. Then
she arose cautiously, tucked the baby
in the warm blankets and furs, put on
her heavier garments, and went out-
side.
By this time it was broad day, and
she breathed a sigh of relief when she
saw that the storm had passed. It was
bitterly cold. It seemed to her that
she had never known it to be so cold
in all her life. The fire was com-
pletely out. .Kazan was huddled in a
round ball, his nose tucked under his
body. He raised his head, shivering,
as Joan came out. With her heavily
moccasined foot Joan scattered the
ashes and charred sticks where the tire
had been. There was not a spark left.
In returning to the tent she stopped
for a moment beside Kazan, and pat-
ted his shaggy head.
“Poor Wolf!” she said. “I wish 1
had given you one of the bearskins!”
She threw back the tent-flap and
entered. For the first time she saw
her father’s face in the light—and out-
side, Kazan heard the terrible moan-
ing cry that broke from her lips. No
one could have looked at Pierre Radis-
son’s face once—and not have under-
stood.
After that one agonizing cry Joan
flung herself upon her father’s breast,
sobbing so softly that even Kazan’s
sharp ears heard so sound. She re-
mained there in her grief until every
vital energy of womanhood and moth-
erhood in her girlish body was roused
to action by the wailing pry of baby
Joan. Then she sprang to her feet
and ran out through the tent opening.
Kazan tugged at the end of his chain
to meet her, but she saw nothing of
him now. The terror of the wilderness
is greater than that of death, and in
an instant it had fallen upon Joan. It
was not because of fear for herself. It
was the baby. The wailing cries from
the tent pierced her like knife-thrusts.
And then, all at once, there came to
her what old Pierre had said the night
before—his words about the river, the
airholes, the home forty miles away.
“You couldn’t lose yourself, Joan.” He
had guessed what might happen.
She bundled the baby.deep in the
furs and returned to the fir bed. Her
one thought now was that they must
have fire. She made a little pile of
birch bark, covered it with half-burned
bits of wood, and went into the tent
for the matches,
ried them
pocket of
sobbed as
again, and
fire flared up she added other bits of
wood, and then some of the larger
pieces that Pierre had dragged into
camp. The fire gave her courage.
Forty miles—and the river led to their
home! She must make that, with the
baby and Wolf. For the first time
she turned to him, and spoke his name
as she put her hand on his head. After
that she gave him a chunk
which she thawed out over
and melted snow for tea.
not hungry, but she recalled
father had made her eat four or five
times a day, so she forced herself to
make a breakfast of a biscuit, a shred
of meat and as much hot tea as she
could drink.
The terrible hour she dreaded fol-
lowed that. She wrapped blankets
closely about her father’s body, and
tied them with babiche cord. After
that she piled all the furs and blan-
kets that remained on the sledge close
to the fire, and snuggled baby Joan
deep down in them. Pulling down the
GIVE “CALIFORNIA SYRUP OF
FIGS" IF CROSS, BILIOUS
OR FEVERISH.'
Out of the Blizzard.
It was dawn when the baby snuggled
tlose to Joan’s warm breast and
^.Xazan’s alert eyes saw Pierre start
suddenly. He rose from his seat on
the sledge and went to the tent. He
■drew back the flap and thrust in his
head and shoulders.
“Asleep, Joan?” he asked.
“Almost, father. Won’t you please
come—soon?”
“After I smoke,” he said. “Are you
comfortable?”
“Yes. I’m so tired—and—sleepy—”
Pierre laughed softly. In the dark-
ness he was gripping at his throat.
“We’re almost home, Joan. That is
our river out there—the Little Beaver.
If I should run away and leave you to-
night you could follow it right to
cabin. It’s only forty miles. Do
hear?”
“Yes—I know—”
“Forty miles—straight down
river. You couldn’t lose yourself, Joan.
I Only you’d have to be careful of air-
I holes in the ice.”
■,t “Won’t you come to bed, father?
TYou’re tired—and almost sick.”
\ “Yes—after I smoke,” he repeated.
<1 Joan, will you keep reminding me to-
-laorrow of the airholes? I might for-
>et. You can always tell them, for
the snow and the crust over them are
whiter ^han on the rest of the ice, and
like a sponge. Will you remember—
the airholes—”
“Yes-s-s—”
Pierre dropped the tent-flap and re-
turned to the fire. He staggered as
he walked.
“Good night, boy,” he said. “Guess
I’d better go in with the kids. Two
days' more—forty miles—two days—”
Kazan watched him as he entered
the tent. He laid his weight against
the* end of his chain until the collar
shut off his wind. His legs and back
twitched. In that tent where Radisson
had gone were Joan and the baby. He
knew that Pierre would not hurt them,
but he knew, also, that with Pierre
Radisson something terrible and im-
pending was hovering
them. He wanted the
by the fire—where he
.and watch him.
In the tent there'was
than before came Gray
Each night she was call-
er to him
Wolf’s cry.
ing earlier, and coming closer to the
camp. He
him tonight, but he did not even whine
in response. He dared not break that
strange silence in the tent. He lay
still for a long time, tired and lame
from the day’s journey, but sleepless.
The fire burned lower; the wind in the
tree tops died away; and the thick,
gray clouds rolled like a massive cur-
tain from under the skies. The stars
began to glow white and metallic, and
from far in the north came faintly a
-crisping, moaning sound, like steel
sleigh runners running over frosty
snow—the mysterious monotone of the
northern lights. After that it grew
steadily and swiftly colder.^
Tonight Gray Wolf did not compass
herself by the direction of the wind.
She followed like a sneaking shadow
over the trail Pierre Radisson had
made, and when Kazan heard her
again, long after midnight, he lay with
his head erect, and his body rigid, save
for a curious twitching of his muscles.
There was a new note in Gray Wolf’s
voice, a wailing note in which there
was more than the mate-call. It w’as
The Message. And at the sound of it
Kazan rose from out of his silence
and his fear, and with his head turned
straight up to the sky he howled as
the wild dogs of the North howl be-
fore the tepees of masters who
newly dead.
Pierre Radisson was dead.
a
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house-movers was formerly a street car
conductor. Last evening he had a
Frenchman friend who on one occa-
'sion~ilffd a terrible toothache. He saw
the hole in th^ -El'enchman’s tooth and
advised the man to have'Tt'Sufi His
friend went out to do so, but fou^rSll
the dentists’ shops closed, owing to the
lateness of the hour.
The Frenchman bore the pain as long
as he could and then resolved on heroic
remedies. He went to his room, took
out a powder flask and poured out
some gunpowder, which he jammed in-
to the big hole in his tooth; then he
put in for a fuse a piece of silk thread
and plugging up the hole over the pow-
der, started the fuse and blew that
tooth across the room out of his jaw!
Joe says that he can vouch for the
truth of the statement,' for next morn-
ing the Frenchman came downstairs
with a smile on his face, all pain gone
and showed him the hole in
made by the blasting of his
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