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THE ALTO HERAl!) ALTO. TEXAS.
5Houts
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Muscntar-Rheumatic
Aches and Pains
RAW them out with a "coMnfer-
frrffanl." Distressing muscular
!umbago, soreness and stiffness—gener-
ally respond pleasantly to good old Mus-
terole. Dt)Ctors call tt a "counter-irri-
tant/' because it gets action and is not
just a salve. Musterolc helps bring sore-
ness and pain to the surface, and thus
gives natural relief. You can feel how its
warming action penetrates and stimu-
lates blood circulation.^But do not stop
!ng, cooling, healing ointment generously
to the affected area once every
/h'C /MMfy. Used by miHions for
over 20 years. Recommended by many
doctors and nurses.
Keep Musterole handy; jars and tubes.
To Mof/:crs—MMFferofe ^ a/so
mode in nn/Jer /oryn /or baMcj
and jmaM cMMrcn. C/nf-
dren'j Moy^ero/e.
HANFORD S
Ba!sam of Myrrh
Beggars Can Choose
Air Bomber Can Fight Back
By carrying a machine gunner be-
hind the rudder the newest British
bombing plane can defend itself ef-
fectiveiy. The innovation eiiminates
the one vulnerabie spot of a mili-
tary airplane. In war it is an ac-
cepted ru!e that a homher shouid be
attacked from the rear whenever
possihie and tin* practice has been to
"sit on the taii" of a bomber and
rake it with machine-gun buJtets.
The one redeeming feature of a
pawnshop is the ticket.
Among the other trusts we have
mistrusts and distrusts.
Does COFFEE
Give You
S!eep!ess Nights?
F**X)FFEE (also other drinks and fooda)
VJ often keep you awake. Frequently
this i3 due to an acid condition they
oreatc. The next time you raid the ice
box before retiring, eat two or three Turns
(often oniv one Turn ia enough) to relieve
the Heartburn. Sour Stomach, Gas, Acid
Indigestion, which cause many aiccpicsa
nights. Easy to prove—get a roil of Tuma
at any drug store and try them. Only 10c.
For Add tndigettion
VERY NERVOUS
AM REPRESSER
"A few years ago. t waa in a
very nervous condition," writes
Mrs. P. L- Reynolds, 327 W. Main
St., Spartanburg, S. C. "I was
terribly depressed. I felt every
day just liko something awfui was
going to happen, i did not sleep
: Iveii at night. I had awfui crying
apcils ana did hot know what in the
worid IwM. crying about- %y mother,
toid me to try (^lui.^ftcrmy fii-st;
bottie, I was better. I took soVerai
hot ties mpd it did the a wofid ot
good. I quit having the nervous.
Mux feeling, and was soon at) riffht. I
Eav# taken it since, juat
CARDU!
HHPS WOMEN lOHtAHH
A TREASURE BOX
Here's a littlo tin box which is
!n reality a treasure box for It hoids
twelve Iittie tabiets of pure asptrin
accepted by doctors and public aitke
as indispensible In many illnesses.
And the name "St.Joseph's" on that
little box is not only your guarantee
of purity and conformity to alt gov-
emment standards but your eco-
nomical price protection. It means
that vou can buy one dozen tabiets
of St-Joseph'B Pure Aspirrn for 10c.
More than nine miilton boxes of
St Joseph's Pure Aspirin are soid a
year and thousands of peopie every-
where have learned that it is safe,
sensible, and economical to put
down a dime and ask by name for a
box of "St.Joseph's Pure Aspirtn."
The name St.Joseph's is a guaran-
tee of absoiute purity. The 10c price
is an assurance of sensible economy.
MARGARET WEYMOUTH
JACKSON
WNU S.rvlc.
CHAPTER XIV
—23—
Wil) and Ernestine Choose
Wii) was naiiing up a wooden box.
The shelves and the tabie were empty.
Ankle deep on the iioor was a iitter
of papers.
"Ernestine!" He stopped, a ham-
mer in hand, to stare at her.
"What are you doing?" she ex-
claimed, and then, with a iittie cry of
horror she stooped and picked up from
the rubbish on the iioor, a torn picture.
"Oh, Wili, how could you tear it
up? It was good—It was wonderful.
Why did you destroy It?" With trem-
bling hands she tried to put the ragged
pieces together on the drafting desk.
He looked at her astonished, voiceless.
Before iter, racked against the wall,
was the sketch of herself, with Klalne
on her arm.
"I'm giad you didn't throw this
away—oh. Will, i like it so I Hut
what are you doing? Are you mov-
ing?"
"What do you mean. Ernestine?" be
said sharply. "Did you know about
I (Ills oiiice—when have you been here?"
"Of course i knew," she said impa-
I tiently, confused to ilnd the need for
explanations, now. at this vital hour,
t've known you had this ofllce, since
iast spring. I knew, long before that,
that you were hankering for something
—some new work. You remember the
night you made this picture?" She
picked up the sketch of herself. "You
remember? Of course you do. i knew
then, that you were working. Lillian
had told me she saw you in this neigh-
borhood. and I came here the next
I day, ami looked at all your work. Oh,
Will, don't iook at me so! I wasn't
spying on you! You were so strange,
and I was very unhappy—! bad to
j know what you were doing. Hut
[ aren't you going to work here any
more?"
He taughed strangely.
"Itent's due tomorrow," he said. "I
decided to let It go. I'm ctoslng this
oHlce, and !'H never open another. I
suppose, since you knew i was work-
ing here, that you were worried about
the cats—but you needn't have wor-
ried—I'll stay with the job. I've given
up my wild ideas. We'll keep the in-
come—that's what counts."
"Why Will," she said swiftly, "you
don't think there's any conflict be-
i tween your desire and mine, do you?
That's what I've been saving for—all
} this time. I knew that you would want
) to quit the cats, and i've saved a great
deal of money—you'll be astonished.
I had to know—it was right for me to
know. It's made it possible for us to
build a reserve. And why should I
worry about the cats? Do you think
[ want you to stick to the cats, if
there's something bigger, something
more compelling upon you? Why,
Will. Will—all I want Is just what you
want." Suddenly she remembered her
errand, with a \vall. "Oh. Wilt, i'as
tano wants the money for i.orlng—a
bribe. I.oring's In terrible trouble.
He'll have to go to jail, but. oh, I
don't want to give them the money for
hitn. It's your money, Wili—don't
give It away—don't let them take it
from us."
He caught her wrist and held it
hard.
"Are you out of your senses?" he
asked sternly. "What do you mean—
money? What money have you?"
She opened her purse and took her
small savings deposit hook from it.
She opened the book, and put It In his
hand, the total across the narrow page.
His eyes were wide, Increduious. He
rubbed ids hand across Ids face.
"It's yours, Will." she said with sud
den gentleness. "I have robhed you
of every cent I could get from you,
and I've lived as cheaply as I could,
and I've banked the difference—for
you."
Deep within her she heard a warn-
iMg hell. She remembered that they
had much to teil each other. She laid
her hand upon his arm, and said tu the
same low tone:
"Look at me, Will."
He looked at her—his brilliant black
eyes Qxed on her brown eyes—he
looked at iter deeply, with astonish-
ment. and suddenly Ernestine was
tilled ,w)th a p'tf'K'ge power and wis-
dom..! Site passed put of self-Consclous-
pess and was controlled and guldeA
.<)R3R JhMtn'e^ jtAp,' ancient mothej-
wisdom.j . m.o,ve% 'toward Will, put
her face tip to ids and kissed Ids lips.
"WIM," she said, smiling up ut him,
her lovely face alight with feeling, her
tender mouth curved In a smile of
sweetness, "Will, I love you. You
forget it. You Ignore It—you make
love a burden Instead of a support.
I've seen It In the deeps of your
artist's mind—that love betrayed and
entrapped you. instead of letting you
free. Haven't you thought that?"
His arm trembled a little under her
hand.
"Only once," he said, and Ids face
dushed, "oniy once—the day after I
had made that picture." He motioned
to the picture she still held In her
free hand. "The next day. i knew
that I could not go on with my
dreams. ! knew i would have to quit
It—that day, I felt so—It seemed as
though—" He paused, stumbled on,
with courage. "It just seemed to me
—a woman Is so sweet and warm In
one's arms—so generous—so lovely ;
and then, suddenly, there are a house,
and a car, and children, and nurse
maids, and cooks, and doctors—a thou-
sand things—Just suddenly. [ shouldn't
bava felt so—I fought it—but It not
me. I'm telling you—you asked me."
Her eyes were full of tears.
"I knew, Wiil—not just that way,
hut I knew—that's why I've been sav-
ing and been silent—that's why I didn't
ask you any questions. But, Wlil. I
love you. It's the biggest thing In the
worid to me, Wlil. It means to me
what these pictures—what this work
means to you. I'm not an artist—
I'm not even artistic—but I know what
your work means to you, because I
love you. And when you shut me out.
Will, It was for me just as It was for
you when you were shut off from your
work. I want you to be happy." She
was solemn, young, uplifted, Cited
with the gtory of unselfishness, her
face a blurred and lovely picture seen
through tears.
"Dear heart, what does the money
matter? Why, Wlil—even more than
the children—yes. though ] ought not
say it—more than the children, than
my people, than myself. You've told
me bow you felt, and I'll tell you, that
for a little while, for one dark time, I
was Jealous of your work—of your
love for It. But not any more. Will.
Deep Within Her She Heard a Warn-
ing Bell.
I want you to have what's best for
you; I want you to have your work.
There isn't any conflict between your
desire and mine, Will, or your future
and mine? because I want what you
want."
His face began to shine. He reach
up, took her hand and heid It.
"Ernestine," he whispered, and'
stopped as she leaned forward, her
head against his shoulder, her face
hidden so, while she went on swiftly:
"Will, I knew you were tired of the
cats. Will, I spent only about a third
of what you earned, last year. But
you wouldn't tell me, you didn't want
to talk to me. so I just went ahead,
planning for the time when you would.
I knew that you wouldn't want, prob-
ably wouldn't take, the money I ii have
from grandmother and from papa,
some day. But this Is yours—it's sav-
ings from your earnings, Will. It's
for your stake."
"You understood," he said hoarsely.
"Wiil," she said again, and now her
arm was around his body, the picture
up between his shoulders, "I'ii tell you
again—I—"
"No, no, Ernestine." he said with
quick passion, "you can't let me; we
can't go back. Do you know what it
means? A living -I think I could make
that—but it will be precarious—I've
been into it all with some thought. It
will be years before I can make even
half what the cartoons bring me. Even
if I get darned good—there's not the
motley to be found— I've thought
It aii out. I've been up and down and
around this problem. I've tried to
sav^ some, too. But It won't work.
It's precarious—It's too scanty. I've
been through it all, and made up my
mind. Don't tempt me with your sav-
ings—they wouldn't last us a year."
"If we went back to the West side,
back to the old house, I couid do my
own work, and the children and t
could live on the trust fund, until you
got started. You could keep this
studio, and you <could go to I'hiladel-
phia and to i'arls and study."
"Would you—would you do that—
for me? Ernestine, my wife." He
kissed her; add she shook the tears
front her own lashes and drew Ida)
down and pressed her lips against his
eyes. . t
"it wouldn't he necessary for you to
do that, darling," he said to her, and
lie Inughed a little. "It wouldn't be
that bnd. I couid make a living—and
you \(. y,m). fund, ann j eur grand-
moUiisr jug promised you the house at
I.ansiq. Ko, you won't have to
g" ha k t6 the West side—you can
Mep Mnlly, I believe. We can manage
much, Ernestine, with good iuck
and good management."
'0)i, WiH," she said to him, "I ai-
"*e.st wish It would be hard like that
again, i'yp been so loneiy—ionglng to
help you, feeling outside. What does
the car md the house and the things
meat) [f pm cut off from you? I know
1 cant help you with your painting.
1 know that travati is yours—that's
your work—your iife. It must be first
with you. Wili. And that's right.
Gifted people can't choose. But If
your work must be Hrst. to you, you
can understand what love and mar-
ria:e mean to me. That's my life.
And [f i can feel that you can go on
**lit'Catise I understand—"
They were both crying, his arms
were around her—tight—tight. As
their tears mingled and they stood
together In the long embrace, the kiss
that was free from passion but frought
with tenderness, the purest and holiest
feeling, true married tove, weiled over
them. It seemed to Ernestine, strain-
ing so In Ids arms, that for the Hrst
time she was truly wife to Will. Not
only bride, bride of his body, star of
his imagination, object of romantic
adoration, not only the mother of his
children and the keeper of his house,
but wife—wife—in the deep places,
the secret places of love.
"Ernestine," he whispered, nfter a
little, and she wept afresh to hear her
name so on Ids Hps as he had whis-
pered It when Hrst they loved, "for-
give me—that I didn't understand,
that i didn't conHde in you. You
seemed always to have a child In
your arms, a thousand needs. I felt
that this other was a foe to you. I
wits stupid, blind. I thought yon
wanted the money—needed it. You
were hard with me that summer be-
fore ] made the cats. I didn't want to
go hack to that bad time again. I
didn't know how wonderful you are.
You're my good luck—you always
were. I'll never forget it again. Oh,
Ernestine. I'ii do big things for you—
I will."
A clock somewhere boomed two, and
Ernestine started In his arms. She
hail remembered Loring—at last. She
withdrew herself from her husband's
arms and made a gesture of helpless-
"Uut here's this business of Loring,"
she said.
"What is It about Loring?" he asked,
watching her.
So with the enchantment, the throb,
of love stili on her, she toid him about
Loring—about all that Pastano had
saiil to her that morning.
"But of course," he said at once,
"you must iet me take the money for
you—at once. Give me the slip of
paper."
She gave it to him with a reiuctant
Agh, and he gave a whistie as he
felted at it.
"ilaw could you have refused Pas-
tnno'n he asked. "Think what it
wouid' mean to your famliy—to your
mother And Llillan—with Loring
dragged through the mud—"
"But WII) I The money's yours—
It's what we've just been talking
aii"ut. It's your chance."
"I dnn't need twenty thousand dol-
iurs," ho said quickly, and then gave
a laugh of pure happiness. "Why,
Ernestine," he said, "If you under-
stand—if .vou know what it's all about
—if you can live that economicaily
Sad If you're behind me, I'll take a
Chance on It. Give the money for Lor-
ing—we can wangle it. After all," he
Sdiled more seriously, "the understand-
ing—the way I feet now—is worth
bua'e than the money. Let Loring
)iave the money, we're rich. When we
iHore young and poor we did ns we
jiked. But after we got a little money
weren't free agents any more. The
big Income restricted us more than
the Iittie one. Look how Loring was
bound by money I Let's let it go.
After ail. only beggars can choose!"
; "if you'li quit the paper and go
hl'ead with this work, If you will stick
to your own dreams, i'ii gamble with
you," she said.
"it's done," he answered. He reached
ifor his coat and hat, and looked at
)'is watch at the same moment,
i "We'il have to go right back to the
hank. Thank God, you've got the
Money and don't begrudge it. Notli-
fag can stop us, now."
! And before they went out Into the
[dark and narrow hail, they kissed
ngain, hand in hand, simply, like chll
dren pledging a secret.
I Ernestine saw ituby Past into near
fiie bank entrance and. though be
l owed formally and did not speak, tit?
nave her a Hashing, radiant glance^
like the Hash of a mirror held In the
Run. She knew that he dndetstaod,
front the happy countenance mid ffom
^ lli at her side, that they were look-
lag ufter Loring.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
This Week
^7 ARTHUR BtUSBANR
AH That Glisters
Pullman Bonus Plan
Cancer in Hens
Mexico's Wise Welcome
"Aii that giisters is not gold." That
is how Shakespeare has it. Not "aii
is not gold that glitters." Which-
ever way you put it, the iate Nlxon-
Nierdlinger would now agree with yon.
An amusement promoter, he was vio-
iently Interested In a ioveiy iittie lady
whose admirabie exterior won the titie
of "Miss St. Louis" in a beauty con-
test. He married her, promising to
make her famous aii over the worid.
The Iittie iady has just shot and
kiiled him at Nice, in France, teiitng
the poilce he accused her of "having
an Itailan iover" and showing cruel
Hnger marks on her throat.
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Demand for Dwarfs Met by Inhuman Exploiters
Dwarfs were the lapdogs of medi-
eval times. And so popular were they
that many merchants specialized In
selling them to the nobility.
"Marc Antony owned a dwarf,"
writes M. M. Werner In Liberty, whom
he called. Ironically, Sisyphus. In
Home there were dwarf merchants
who, when they could not obtain nat
ural specimens for the emperors and
nobies, manufactured dwarfs by un-
dernourishing normal babies, or by
binding their limbs to prevent full de-
velopment.
"Tiberius. Dondtlan and Hellogabu-
lus paid high prices to their dwarf
merchants, who experimented con-
stantly to supply the demand. Cath-
erine de Medici, In order to secure a
j'egutar supply of dwarfs for her court
j""d as presents for her friends, caused
"dl the dwarfs of her establishment
be married In a large scale effort to
Produce a race of ntldgets. The mar-
riages. however, were uniformly bar-
ren. and her majesty was sadly dls-
"hpointed."
Get What', Coming to Them
A youthful actress has written a
! tragedy In which all the characters
"re strangled. This will he a nice
eliange from the too familiar type of
, f'ay in which all the characters ought
be.—Passing Show, London.
French justice wili attend to ail
that. We remind young gentiemen,
"all the beauty of the worid, 'tis but
skin deep," and you never can teii
what you wiil Hnd a iittie deeper. A
plain, old-fashioned girl, with a white
dress, a blue sash and a ribbon or a
hair comb In Iter hair, is perhaps the
safest prospect, even though she may
not be "Miss Anybody."
The president of the Pullman com-
pany, I). A. Crawford, has arranged
for pullman car conductors to earn
"extra money." They wiii get com-
missions on sales of upper berths,
saies of a wiioie section to one traveier
on favorable terms, also an allowance
for convincing passengers that they
want better accommodations than
those reserved.
This will start salesmanship among
puliman conductors, increase the in-
comes of many, and perhaps promote
similar proHt-sharlng eisewhere. It
pays to give men a cash interest in
their work.
Encouraging news for those study-
ing the worid problem of cancer. In-
vestigators at the Itockefeller Insti-
tute of Medical Research discover that
a certain type of cancer In hens con-
tains Its own healing agent. Scientists
hope for a similar discovery in the
human form of the disease.
When this writer visited the Rocke-
feller institute with John D. Rocke-
feller. Jr., some time ago to see the
famous Doctor Carrel perform an op-
eration for removai of tubercuiar tis-
sue in the iung, scientists had trans-
pianted cancer In a hen to make it
grow. At that time transplanting and
growth had been successful only once.
On the other hand, scores of white
mice and rats had transplanted can-
cer that had grown bigger than the
rest of the animais' bodies.
The Hglit against cancer Is slow, but
sure, and will be victorious in time.
A young Mexican genius. Augusto
Novaro, musician and mathematician,
has discovered a new bnrniohy. based
on mathematics. His method is com*
piicated, but simpler than Einstein.
More Important, to the world and to
Mexico, is the Mexican government's
welcome to a large colony of Slavs,
presumably Russians, dissatlsHed with
the Soviet system of government.
Lands wili be provided and Mexico
wili make them prosperous, while they
contribute to Mexican prosperity.
' Washington otliclals say the soldiers'
"bonus money wiii soon be spent for
new goods, iittie of it spent to pay
oid debts."
We believe that buying new goods
to the extent of a billion doilars or
thereabouts wlil do more than anything
else could to stlmuiate prosperity.
Paying off old debts would also help.
Good news from Europe tells of an
increasing demand for automobiles,
which wilt mean more employment for
workers in the United States.
Makers and buyers of automobiles
are interested in other news, oniy ru-
mor as yet, which says that one of the
big manufacturers wiii deliver cars
hereafter with no charge for freight
anywhere.
This wili make a difference to buy-
ers und to manufacturers. The latter
make a considerable proHt ou freight
charges, running into miiiiohs a year,
because automobiles are shipped
knocked down, and freight charges
are approximately what it would cost
to ship a car Sitting Up oh its four
wheels. . „. '
The War department announced the
aliotment of $7n,000.(XM for river and
harbor work. The Missouri river gets
the iargest allocation, more than
$tt,000,000. This wlil put a good many
men to work.
In the iast ten years. India's popuia-
tlon has increased thirty mililons, an-
other serious responsiblilty at the door
of Great Britain. Since the British
took control of India, its popuiation
has more than trebled.
This Increase- la due to the British,
preventing faming, ch*cklnt? plagues
with sanitary meassnMAWi spite, of
protests by natives, who thought the
gods could be appea$<^,h)L,cuttlng the
throats of goats, and spilling the blood
on the ground.
Britain has also increased Hindu
population by preventing marriage of
little girls to fuli-grAwn men, which
does not lead to heaithy famiiies, and
by Improving the water supply.
(Q, ttst, by Kim Ft.tur.t Symiicttt, int.)
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every woman and girl. This tonic
beiped me when everything eise
tailed. It brought back my neaith
which was wretched for two years,
improved my appetite and gave me
abun4p.pt energy."
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Weimar, F. L. The Alto Herald (Alto, Tex.), Vol. 30, No. 46, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 19, 1931, newspaper, March 19, 1931; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth214589/m1/3/: accessed July 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Stella Hill Memorial Library.