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THE ALTO HERALD. ALTO, TEXAS.
*NLY an old and trusted friend
would venture to speak so frankly,.
A new pipe, or an old one carefully
broken in with Sir Walter Raleigh's
favorite smoking mixture, changes
everything. And why shouldn't it? Sir
Walter is milder and more fragrant.
And it has the body and flavor found
only in the finest of Burley, skillfully
seasoned and blended. What more
could we offer any pipe smoker? Wha)
more could he ask?
TUNE IN on "The Raleigh Revue" every
Friday, xo:oo to it:oo p. m. (New York Tim*)
over the WEAF co&st-to-coest network of N. B. C.
SIR WALTER
RALEIGH
and mildet
Norse Up-Helly-A in Scotland
Up-Helly-A, one of the most spec-
tacular festivals ever held In Scot-
land, was Riven In Lerwick recently.
Twenty-eight squads of "gulsers,"
each consisting of from eight to ten
men, and a hand of 23 representing
a Shetland lifeboat, gathered at the
dock. The Dp-Helly-A song was
heartily sung and at a signal the 300
torches were lighted1. The variegated
en.l brilliant dresses of the gulsers,
as the torchlight procession escorted
a large replica of a magnificent
Norse galley through the streets,
was beautiful and imposing. At the
esplanade the gulsers gathered
around the galley, and to the strains
of the "Hardy Norseman" the
torches were thrown Into the ship,
which made a magnificent bonfire.
The wise too Jealous are; fools too
secu re.—Congreve.
Makes Life
Sweeter
Too much to eat—too rich a diet
—or too much smoking. Lots of
things cause sour stomach, but one
thing can correct it quickly. Phil-
Hps Milk of Magnesia will alkallnlza
the acid. Take a spoonful of this
pleasant preparation, and the sys-
tem is soon sweetened.
Phillips Is always ready to relievo
distress from over-eating; to check
all acidity; or neutralize nicotine.
Remember this for your own com-
fort; for the sake of those around
you. Endorsed by physicians, but
they always say Phillips. Don't
buy something else and expect tha
game results!
Phillips
r Milk .
, of Magnesia
Black Sheep's Gold
BY BEATRICE GRJMSHAW
Copyright by Hughea Massle & Co.
Illustrations by Irwin Myers
WNU Service
THE STORY
On a pleasure trip In eastern
waters, Philip Amory, English
World war veteran, now a trader
on the Island of Papua, New
Gulnoa, plunges overboard to
save the life of a musical comedy
actress, known as "Gln-Sllng."
Amory becomes Interested In Pla
Laurler, member of a wealthy
New South Wales family.
CHAPTER II—Continued
" ® '
What 1 wanted, what I was pre-
pared to pull the ship In pieces to
get, was another talk with Pla. I
knew her mother would nose us out
before long; still, the dining saloon,
between meals, Is a good place for
quiet on almost any ship, and I hoped
she would be there.
S^e was, lingering over the last of
her breakfast, alone at her table. I
ordered breakfast, and asked If I
might Joint her. She bowed her head
a little coolly, and I Temembered that
one could see passing figures on deck,
from the open scuttles above us. You
.couldn't curse Gln-Sllng—If you were
a man like others, but If I had been
extraordinary enough to dislike Jin-
ny Treacher, I should certainly have
cursed her then, In that she had
•horn away a few of my Inestimable
moments; wasted them for me with
the necessity of making explanations.
I don't know what we talked about
at first. It was like orchard-robbing
—when you run from one tree to an-
other, plucking, eating, cramming, hur-
rying, Intent on getting as much as
you can In the few minutes before you
are found and chased out by the
farmer with the cart whip. You hard-
ly know what you have had, In the
end—only that It has been fun. . . .
By and by all the stewards had
breakfast and were gone, and some-
body was dusting at the far end of
the saloon; and bells sounded, of
which we took no note. We were too
busy orchard-robbing. I remember
about this time, that we began to tell
each other the story of our lives. Pla
had got to the diamond bracelet, and
the day she rode for It and won It
on Itandwlck race course; and an in-
teresting Incident that bad the prince
of Wales In it—when suddenly she
checked herBclf, and said—
"It's all such tosh, isn't It? You
live a real life. Tell uie soqie secrets
and adventures In New Guinea."
Now, I don't know—or perhaps I <*0
—what had helped her to read me as
she did; but It Is a fact that while
she was talking, something that was
both a secret and an adventure—and
a big one of both kinds—had been
floating about In my consciousness. 1
had never spoken of It, never hinted
it, to a soul. It was my chief and
almost only reason for burying my-
self on the wild west coast as a
trader, beyond call of civilization;
and It might be In the end, the means
of setting me free to choose between
the wild life and the tame; to choose,
Indeed, between any and all of the
goods of this purchaseabie world. I
had been sitting on the secret with
the persistency of a wild fowl on an
egg—and now, in an Instant, behold
It discovered, given over to the girl
whom I had not yet known forty-eight
hours.
"There Is an adventure," I said,
glancing about the femptied, silent
saloon. "I've never told anyone." Pla
nodded, as if to say—"Of course; not
till I came." It was amazing, how we
talked without words, that morning
on the sea. . . .
"I've explored a bit," I went on.
"Not much. It takes money. But I
know something. There was an expe-
dition starved out, years ago, be-
tween two unknown rivers, and Just
as It had to turn back they saw
something wonderful. It was so won-
derful that the leader of the expedi-
tion Just looked at It, and came
away, and never said a word to any-
one—his mate died on the way back
—but he always meant to go back, as
soon as he could get the money to lit
out again, because he knew there
Blight be a fortune in It Well, ho
never did; he died, too—"
"Does every one die In Papua?" cut
In Pla.
"Well, It Isn't exactly a sanatorium
outback—but the towns—"
"Never mind about the towns. Tell
me the secret. Did your friend who
died give It to you?"
"No. He left It to the woman he
had been engaged to, only she—
she—"
"Died?"
"No. She was dead when he 'left
ft to her, and I couldn't find out any-
thing about her people, and his diary
was In my hands, so I simply kept it,
partly because I didn't suppose anyone
would believe It but myself, and
partly because I wasn't going to have
anyone else trying. No, he had no
relations, either—"
"Does nobody—" /
"If we have, we don't tell about 'em.
They're either too bad, or too good, If
yotJ understand me. Weil—"
"But the secret—what was It?"
I looked round again before speak-
ing; almost I thought I heard the
tramp of feet. But that was not like-
ly—no one came there at that hour
of the day. I was going on, when
Pla Jumped out of her seat as If a
bucket of water had been poured over
her, and without a wo#d bolted up the
wide staircase. Her flying heels dis-
appeared on deck. Just at the moment
when a stately procession through
some unknown "ihlp's alleyway, en-
tered the saloon. The captain, the
purser, the doctor, the chief steward,
all In white, all sparkling In their
several degrees with gold buttons,
gold stripes, gold epaulettes, gold cap-
bands. Eleven o'clock Inspection,
nothing less I
"Gosh I" I murmured, collecting
myself, and standing up. The captain
paused, gave me a kindly nod, and
asked me If 1 was none the worse
for yesterday's adventure; said one
or two polite things, and passed on.
They were all gone In a minute, and
I had time to recollect myself, and
bless the ready ears of Pla Laurler.
I did not go out on deck; I did not
want to. What I wanted was to be
alone, and remember every little thing
she had said, done, and looked, In that
amazing two hours. It was tmpos-
"But the Secret—What Was It?
slblo thut Pla should have
love with me—Impossible, I kept tell-
ing myself fiercely. A girl like that—
a girl who had the world at her feet
—n girl brought up-
Well, but If she were not In love—
a girl brought up like that—what had
she been doing? Flirting outrageously,'
reasonlessly, with a man she didn't
know anything about; a man of whom
her family certainly disapproved. If
she were not In love with me, I was
bound to suppose that this sort of
thing was her usual habit; that site
would dodge away from her people to
"carry on" .below decks, with anyone
and every one. There was no getting
away from it; If I were not espe-
cially favored, then lovely face, pure
eyes, never on earth had lied as did
the face, the eyes, of Pla Laurler.
After all—after all—that plunge
yesterday—the sharks!—1 did not
want to "shake hands with myself"
over an exploit that was nothing at
all, compared to the things one had
hnd to do as a matter of routine, day
by day, during the not-yet-forgotten
great war; still, I could not deny that
it might have looked well to a girl
who didn't know anything about bat-
tlefields. Certainly Jinny Treacher—
*••«•
Sky and sea pale blue with a laugh
in the heart of It, and a hint of com-
ing dark that shadowed the laugh,
even as some subconscious thought of
time that flies, beauty that passes,
was wont to shadow the sun of Jin-
ny's merriment. Gulls screaming about
the mast-heads, as they scream at
break of even—who knows why? In
line, my last day almost done. My
voyage over, all but the night and a
useless hour or two of early morning;
for we were not, after all, to run In
to Thursday Island; a tender was to
meat the ship, and take the passen-
gers oil.
What had I done? Where was the
link that I had sworn should bridge
the space between pla Hurler's life
and mine, somehow, before I left the
ship? The answer was—Nothing;
nowhere.
Jinny and her crew had never left
me alone, from morning until now.
The two other girls had been pressed
Into service; they with Jinny's special
posse of youthful admirers, and last,
never least, Gln-Sllng herself, had com-
bined to keep every moment occupied.
Thlnss had eaten, minute by minute,
hour by hour, Into my precious after,
boon, until now It was near sunset,
and the west toward which we were
running, gateway of the Old World's
East, was red with the llfeblood of
the last day Pla tlnd I might ever
know, together.
There wasn't a man on the ship who
did not envy me, I think for Jinny
made me her partner In every game,
and If I did not kiss her a dozen
times or more, behind funnels, deck-
houses, Inside alleyways and down
companions, It was not because she
did not give me fair chance of doing
so. I suppose I was freely credited
with what I did not take. At any
rate I caught the stinging tall of a
Joke or two, while passing the smoke-
room windows on one of Jinny's wild
"ploys."
She may have been touched also.
At all events she paused, and with a
self-possession I' had not thought to
be In her, faced ma, and asked straight
out—
"Why don't you like me, Mr. Phil
Amory?"
"But of course I do," I answered
her.
"You don't," she stated, coolly. "Not
after saving my life and all."
"Liking!" I said. "No, I don't like
you. If I saw more of you, I should
—love—you. But liking, that's an-
other thing."
Jinny puzzled this out. She was not
used to subtleties. But she could
Jump to conclusions with fearsome
swiftness, and she Jumped now.
"I know what you mean by love,"
she said, and suddenly, coarsely, she
turned and spat Into the water.
"Do you- know," she said—and she
turned so that I could see her face;
the bird-like eyes, gold eyes rimmed
dark; the desirous, beautiful
. the circling halr-^"Do you
ow what the square emerald ring on
Ha Laurler's hand Is?"
"Sing?" I said stupidly. Most men
notlie rings scarce at all. I remem-
bered seeing Jewels on Pla's tanned
broi^ii-satln wrist—or was It on tho
fingAs, with the dainty white V-marks
between, where the sun had spared to
strik^?
"IJc you know who set that fash-
Ion?"
"I didn't know It was a fashion," I
answered, still hopelessly at sea.
"It was Princess Mnry—when she
got engaged. All the smart girls have
wanted square emeralds ever since.
Smoke that."
She whirled, one of her dancer
whirls, and left me. "Come on, girls,"
I heard her crying, down the deck.
"Get the gramophone going again.
'Nother dance—drink hearty, we'll soon
be dead."
So little did I understand what she
meant, that I was conscious, at first,
only of relief. She had let me go;
I could hunt up Pla I.aurler, who had
not been visible all afternoon. Part
of my coinage of golden hours wns
still unspent; I must husband It, use
It wisely. Pla—Jinny—
I was hurrying toward the music
room, an excellent strategic point for
viewing the main companion and the
decks—when the full meaning of Jin-
ny's remnrks, and of her fierce "Smoke
that I" broke on me.
Princess Mary hnd fancied a square
emerald for an engagement ring.
Princess Mary had made square
emerald engagement rings popular
with the set to which Pla Laurler be-
longed. ' Pia' wore a square emerald
ring—,1 remembered—fatally I remem-
bered now—on her third left finger.
(TO BH CONTINUED)
Explaining Bent Cross on Crown of Hungary
With reference to a question re
cently asked concerning the famous
St Stephen's crown of Hungary and
the reason why the cross on top of It
Is bent a Hungarian reader, B. 8>,
writes as follows: "As a painter 1
painted signs which bear the Hun
garian royal crown. My master told
me they hnd a revolution in 1848 and
some one burled the crown In the for-
est of Lakwa, southeast of Zlatlca. No-
body knew of It for yenrs until Franz
Josef was to be crowned. The gov-
ernment sent men to look for It and
by the help of a Serhlnn shepherd
they found It with Its cross bent" This
story Is confirmed by Henri de Wen-
del'* book. "The Heal Francis-Joseph,"
which states: "Before Kossuth left,
he burled with his own hands the Hun-
garian crown, the old crown of St.
Stephen, in the neighborhood of the
frontier village of Orsova. When It
was recovered later, the little cross
on the top was found bent on one side.
From this time onward the arms of
Hungary have home a crown with a
cross bent toward the left"—Detroit
News.
Fruit's Double Product
The nutmeg Is the pit or kernel of
a tropical fruit Inside this fruit, and
bordering dn the kernel, Is a reddlsfr
flesh which, when dried, Is known as
mace. Thus we have two separate
spices coming from one fruit
Acknowledging Impatience
"1 always get what I want" states
a business man, "no matter how long
I may have tp wait for It." We don't;
we generally bang the receiver back
on the hook and give It up In dis-
gust—London Humorist
This Week
by Arthur Brisbanb
Succcssful Miss Hollins
Mr. Wells' Chimpanzee
Pagodas Shaken
Shot in Prison
A million women, burning with
the desire to be "Independent," al-
though nobody Is independent, will
be Interested In Miss Marlon Hol-
lins. Years ago she wus champion
female golfer. Now she takes her
place in big business as an able "oil
woman." She made up her mind thut
if men could do It she could, went In-
to oil financing, and a recent sale
netted her $2,500,000.
Did you read H. G. Wells' interest-
ing statement about the higher apes?
They can "think ahead" a little. No
other animal except mnn, not even
monkeys with tails, can do it.
Without being taught, a' chimpanzee
will take one stick, insert it in the
hollow of another stick, and, with the
added length of stick draw a banana
Into his cage.
Since the begining of time no other
animal but man could think as much
us that.
Consider what man does now, weigh-
ing the stars, measuring the electrons
Inside of an atom, and ouly 12,000
years ago lie was using sharp flints
for weapons, not far ahead, mentally,
of the chimpanzee. What will he do
10,000,000 years hence?
News from Burma tells of many
deaths by earthquake and tidal
wave. Ancient pagodas were rocked to
destruction. From the top of one, the
Shwe-Dagon pagoda, there fell a huge
weather vane of solid gold said to be
worth $1,200,000.
Many devout Burmans doubtless
asked themselves what particular
god had become annoyed, Just what
had annoyed him and -how he could
be placated.
In the Ohio penitentiary, where near-
ly 400 convicts were recently burned
alive, two long term prisoners ended
their Imprisonment suddenly. They
were asleep with other convicts In the
stockade, when a machine gunner on
the roof discharged his machine gun
accidentally, and killed them. Albert
Freeman and Frank Iloss are tlielr
names.
Such accidents a.e bad for prison
discipline.
Celebrating his twentieth anniver-
sary as king of England and emperor
of India, King George went to the
races for the first time since his seri-
ous Illness.
Buckingham pnlaPe and the govern-
ment buildings were decorated with
flags. His subjects rejoiced.
He has been n good king, aware
that the business of a British ruler
Is to listen to bis ministers, chosen
by the people, and say "Amen" when
they have spoken.
Looking back over twenty years,
King George must feel grateful for
the firmness of bis throne, one of few
involved in the World war that sur-
vived it.
If lie looks ahead India ■ probably
worries him.
On the little lslnnd of Elba, off the
Italian coast, a small group recently
celebrated the one hundred ninth an-
niversary of Napoleon's death at St.
Helena, prisoner of the British.
Elba, Napoleon's first Island prison,
remembered Ills death with a solemn
high mass and a distribution of bread
to the poor, the money supplied by
Prince Demidoss In ills will.
The word "enough" did not exist
In Napoleon's vocabulary, ne Intend-
ed to use France (is a base, as Alexan-
der had used Macedonia. He meant
to establish his real empire in Asia,
and planned, quite seriously, his own
future as a convert to Islam, riding
around on an elephant.
It Is an excellent thing to have that
word "enough" conspicuous in your
vocabulary.
Some Wall Street mourners know
that.
Tills country's workers and indus-
trialists need protection, and should
have It.
Our people come first, other peo-
ple second. i
But intelligence should control even
the tariff. It Is possible to overdo the
business of discouraging friendly na-
tions with whom we deal.
President Musy of the Swiss re-,
public wires President Hoover: "I am
compelled to call attention to the fact
that your watch and lace duties,Will,
eventually, paralyze our national In-
dustries."
The Swiss National -Chamber of
Commerce recommends the boycott of
American goods, especially of our
automobiles.
That suggestion means little to us.
But we should take seriously the dan-
ger of hopelessly discouraging Swiss
industries, offending and Jtijurlng the
good people of Switzerland.
She lives apart and few will know
when her career ends.
But Cancalalse, Jersey cow- of
Mouut Klsco, New York, is a cham-
pion female worthy of honor.
Last year she produced 1,072.7
pounds of butter fat, and 18,822
pounds of milk.
Such cows could help to solve the
farm problem. They are, in their way,
as remarkuble as machinery In mass
production factorl.es.
(©, 1910, by King Feature* Syndicate. Inc.)
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Paper Church to Be Moved
A church built of paper, cnril hoard
and beaver board Is to be moved In
its entirey from an estate at Be-
nonl, about twenty miles from Jo-
hannesburg, South Africa, to a new
site. It was sent from England In
sections 21 years ago and, although
much used, has proved highly effi-
cient.
Sam Smith.
San Antonio Man's
Appetite Like a Boy's
"At one time In my life I thought
I had the worst luck of any man
In Texas," says Sam Smith,
now one of San Antonio's heav-
iest taxpayers. "I had to be care-
ful what I ate or I would almost
choke from the gas on my stom-
ach. That was many years ago.
In fact, until I started taking
Nature's ltemedy (Nit Tablets).
Kver since then I eat what I
want and let NK take care of the
rest."
That's because those • little
Nature's ltemedy (Nit Tablets)
soothe, sweeten and stimulate the
stoihaeh and bowels. Then the
starch and sugar wastes can't re-
main in your system to form those
acids which sour your stomach,
bind your bowels and rob the
blood of the red corpuscles it must
have' plenty of to keep you from
suffering pain, biliousness, sick
headaches, indigestion and rheu-
matism. More than 3 million Nit
Tablets are used a day. Get the
25c bos at any drug store.
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Antiques Always in Demand
Antique shops have been known
from time Immemorial. One has been
unearthed among the ruins of ancient
Pompeii.
Alas, No.
The world's our oyster, but we
don't all find a pearl therein.—Bos-
ton Transcript.
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