Junction City bulletin., June 27, 1901, Image 3

Tho Dufy
Of IlloSfaOPG
Y'hi suffering frequently reeulU
from a mother' Ignorance j or mora
frequently from mother's wg lect to
properly instruct her dang bter 1
Tradition eaye " woraau mart suf
fer," and young women are, to taught
There it little truth ftnd ft great deal
of exaggeration In this. . If ft youjg
woman cutter severely ah needs treat
went, od her mother abould ee that
alxt get it.
Id any mothers hesitate to take their
daughter to ft physician for xarolna
tlou Vot no mother need hesltata to
write freely about her daughter or
liernelf to Mrs. l'lnkham'a Laboratory
at Lynn, Man., and secure from
woman the moat eflklent ad floe with
out charge.
It
Mr. Aoguat Pfalrgraf, of South
Bvron, Wle,, motlver of the young lady
who portrait we here publish, wrote
In January, im, saying her daughter
bad aiftred for two years with irreg
lar menstruation had headache all
the time, and pain In her aide, feet
welled, and waa generally miserable,
She received an answer promptly with,
advloe, and under date of March, 18W,
the mother writes again that Lydta EL
lnnkhaia'a VegeUhle Compound cared
her daughter of all palna and lrrf
larlty.
Nothing in the world equal Ljrdift B.
Pinkhara'e great medicine for r re
lating ' woman' peculiar tnonUdj
trouble.
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lt it dreadful how the people mi
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fully.' ' v
MYw; Un't it awful?"
A Wamlnj.
"You had Utter not go bonding
with eiHter," euid Touuny to hU ein
tr'a lieau.
"Why not, Tommy!"
'"Caue I heard her ny she intend
ed to throw you overboard oon."
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HEN wrltlna; t advertliert plaaoe
menuan cnu paper.
The boje hud planned euch a pirtlcu
larly Jolly Fourth that when Mr. Key
O'ltdi became eo ill on the rery morning
f the 3d and the doctor etvrnlj announi
d If a flrwracker uplwled within a
mile of the hoiue the boy who hot it ofT
would be guilty of murder there wa
wrathful InilJgnatlon in the hreuaU of
the junior patriot.
"Hay, felluwa, what do you think of It
anyway?", demanded Ned Thuriby. in a
tone of fierce dinplay.
"Think of It."' exclaimed Bam Trtu
tlce, ahoklng his fint at the cloud of dust
whUh enveloped the doctor's antiquated
fig. "I think it'a a mean shame."
What are we isolag to do with our
Srecrnekera. I'd like to know," Will
Urown asked angrily, "and the akyro.k
it and Human candles aud the cannon If"
"Plague take It, anyway," aeowled Jack
Loring. hitting the tree againt' which
He was loaning a blow with his clinched
hand. "We mljtht just as well have
itayed la the city."
"I tell yon what, fellows," InterruptcJ
Ned. "I wouldn't mind so much spoiling
the Fourth If It waa only Mrs. Sawyer,
or any of our mothers, or Miss Hattte
3T Miss Isabel, but every kid knows wh.it
Mrs. IteytiolJs is. 1 don't believe she's
lick at all."
"Nor I," edde.1 Jack Imprest vely.
"She's just done it to keep us from hav
ing a good time. Don't you reniemWr
last summer how she spoilt the yacht
race by tuml.liin into the river and
(plashing the anils?"
, "I wish'.ynnr I'nele t'Jeorge was here
now. He d tell us what to do, ror i uon t
Ihlnk that other Ceurae, the father of
bis country, cares the lenst bit that his
tltllo boya cnu't have rocket and ft re
crackers." and Will l:ty down upon the
grnsa and pounded the soft tnrf with his
rigorous heels.
"Of course he doesn't," agreed Sain
mournfully, "or he wouldn't have let it
happen. I think he's a mighty mean
fnther, that's what I think."
"Ob, perhaps It'a because he's been a
man for anch years and yenra that he's
forgotten nil about chopping the cherry
tree and being a little boy himself,'' ex
plained Ned magnanimously.
"I any, fellows," Jack begun excitedly.
"I bet you (leorge Washington will help
us yet. Isn't ho the father of his coun
try and wouldn't my father or Ned'a fath
er or nny of our fathers hnte to have us
lose a good time? I tell yon, (Jeorge
Washington cares as much about It as
they do, and I'm going to write to him
and tell him that we can't shoot off any
firecrackers or cannons or rocketa or tor
pedoes or do anything at all to give him
a rousing send-off, just because an old
women says she's dying."
"I don't believe George Washington
cares auythlng about us," Sam interpos
ed gruffly.
"I don't believe he does, either," sup
plemented Will.
"Well," anld Jack, "I intend to write
him a regular letter and tell him just
how it is. I thought I'd say that we
came all the way from Chicago to shoot
off a cannon for him on the Fourth of
July, and didn't he feel sorry we couldn't
do it, because Mrs. Reynolds went and
got sick nt the hist moment and the doc
tor said we'd be hanged if we did. And
then I'd say 'Good-by, from your sorrow
ful little boya, Jack and Ned and Sam
and Will."' .
"Kven if we did write to him, how
could we send it, I'd like to know?" ask
ed Sam.
Tho question was a bombshell. It stag
gered Jack.
"I don't know," he answered blankly.
"I never thought about it, but, say! I
have it. We'll tack the letter on tho
cherry tree In the back yard, and when
he cornea around at night to cut it down
with hU little hatchet he'll find it anl
rend It and "
"How do you know, he'll come around
te cut it down?" interrupted Will.
"How do I know it? Because every
Fourth of July he's a little boy again,
you ninny, and, of course, he'll want to
use his little hatchet Hurrah for George
Washington !" and the enthusiastic
spokesman tumbled off the fence In bis
efforts to wake the country echoea.
Four pairs of sturdy legs dashed along
the road with lightning speed and noth
ing remained of the morning'a condars
but a battered rail and a cloud of dust.
The blotted paper tacked so conspicuous''
to the bark of the cherry tree was pa
thetically comic to the belated trave'er
who discovered It while enjoying the sdl
tnde of the garden.
"Poor little chaps," he laughed, "their
mothers needn't have feared for their
eyes and their fingers, after all,,, Con
found Mrs, Reynolds, it's just as they
say. 'She's never sick on Sunday, when
l;ttle boys don't mind n.tt sh.oting off
cannons.'
"I guesa George will have to come to
the rescue after all if he isn't 'the father
of his country, But what the dickm
can we do that wou't make a noise? I
guess I'd better run a It Miss Haiti,"
and the belated traveler left the blotted
paper on the table, where he had carried
it to examine Its contents by aid of the
solitary lamp burning in the farm house.
The small head peeping out of the
farm -Louse window at au early hour the
following morning ra'sd a about that
awakened instantly the three remalniug
occupants of the tiny dormitory.
"Hurrah for Geoige Washington! What
did I tell you fellows? There's the an
swer, by jingo!" aid Jack poundej the
floor rapturously with his bare feet.
There was a rnh from three small bet's
a ml a sramper to th window. A square
white patch eontpicaously e .led wl b
scarlet wax adorned the cherry tree in
place of th larger sheet the toys had
left fluttering in the nimmliuht.
"Let's hurry up, kids, and see who'll
get dressed the tirMt," an. I Ned's or.hr
was instantly obeyed. Ten minutes later
four head ln-nt eagerly over the old
fashioned writing.
"My Dear Boys: I was just going to
chop away at your cherry tree and,, iu
fact, had given It a siugle whack, which
hadn't amounted to much, as the blade is
rather rusty, when I discovered your let
ter tacked to the bnrk, and I said to my
self: 'George, you must not to ich this
cherry tree with your little hatchet, for,
behold, It has turned over a new leaf.'
So I laid aside my rusty steel and un
packed the tack which boon I it to the
bark and, behold, your misery lay un
folded. "I've had my own siepe with women,
hoys, for the 'father of his country' em
braces all classes, but I've learned my
lesson that the widow must ever go her
own way. So we'll allow the doctor to
manage Mrs. Reynolds and you and I will
have our Fourth of July la the wooJs
along the edge of the river.
"Leave the cannon behind and the fire
crackers and rockets, for we'll celebrate
in spite of them, as you'll see how if you
arrive at the minute of 11 by the sun.
"To Ned, Sam, Will aud Jack,
"From the Father of His Country,
"G. Washington."
"Do you think he really means it?"
asked Jack, breathlessly.
"Course he does," replied Ned, indig
nantly, gasping with nervous astonish
ment. "Didn't you know the father of
hla country couldn't tell a He?"
'
Four frightened lads sitting on a fnllen
tree at the edge of the river jumped hur
riedly to their feet and bowed nervously
to the stately personage descending the
bank dressed in the buff and blue uni
form, with his white hair tied in a queue.
"Good morning, boys," said a strangely
familiar voice, "you're true to the min
ute, I see, I'm afraid I'm a little late
myself, however. I was delayed a trifle,
hoping to induce Martha to come with
mp," and the father of his country peer
ed through the trees as if to Bee if she
had changed her mind.
"Martha is my wife, you know," the
figure continued smilingly. "Martha
Washington, the mother of her country.
She knows you all very well."
The four lads looked at each other In
amazement, Ned cleared bis throat very
bard and gawd at his boots, bu, at a
nudtce from Jack whispered weakly;
"Does she know our names, father of
your country?"
"Oh. yes. and so do I. xou're Nel
'and the tall boy Is Jack, and Ham is the
smallest, though be s not very small, and
Will Is the other one who was going to
shoot off the cannon in my honor.. Too
bad about that, wasn't it? But come up
under the trees where it Is shady until we
get acquainted wiib faib other."
Washington threw himself down on the
grass aud leaned bis white head against
a huge trunk. v
"1et me see." consulting his watch, "it
is just five minutes of 12, ho we'd better
start the bniloon." , ' .
"Oh, are we really goinsr to have a bal
loon?" asked Ned excitedly,
"Well, you see," answered Washing
ton, "I tbouxlit that cannon had to l.e
replaced somehow, and as we couldn't
muke any noise I wanted something in
my honor ami so I decided on a balloon.
They both end In smoke anyway. There
it is," be added, dragging the huge paper
structure from behind a tree. "Itmt it
a beauty? Now each boy take one side
of it while I get it lighted."
There was no more formality in the
little company. The lads laughed aloud
in glee and when the fuse caught fire and
the tissue globe slowly sailed away over
the river each small voice added its share
to the refrsiu started by the general.
"Three cheers for the red, white and
bine." t
There!'' exclaimed Fatb-r Oeorga with
satisfaction. "Now I fee! duly honored
ond at the same time hunger for more.
Somewhere In these woods, boys, Martha
has spread a lunch for us, anil a hatchet
to the first fellow who finds It." There
was a general scamper through the trees,
quickly followed by a triumphant shout
from Ned anl Sam, who had approached
the dainty feast from opposite sides. A
snowy tablecloth was spread upon the
ground and held in place by glistening
pebbles, while on it was laid every pic
nl? delicacy that could delight the heart
of the small boy.
"Hurrah." shouted Ned: "we've fount
It." j
"True for you," answered the general, j
appearing through the opening. "But I
Martha herself has left us. I see. The :
dear girl is rather nervous on the Fourth.
Eat what you like, fellows. Every man
is his own master."
They needed no more urgent invitation
and soon made sad havoc in the pretty
table arrangements. George Washing
ton ws no longer a formidable myth,
but a flesh and blood personage, as real
as they. When luncheon was finally de
molished they lay down under the trees
and listened to thrilling tales of mad
wolves and encounters with the Indians
and the sufferings of the ragged conti
nentals In winter quarters at Valley
Forge.
Toward the close of the afternoon
George caught a horse that was wander
ing at will through the woods and, jump
ing on his back, dashed , impetuously
down the rustic tp leading to an aban
doned cave, to exhibit practically tho
escape of Mad Anthony Wayne.
"That's how he did it, boys," exclaim
ed the general, slowly mounting again.
"He just brandished his sword aloft and
none of the British dared follow. I mus'r
leave you now," he added, "for I prom
ised Martha to return at 6. Have you
had a good Fourth?"
"The best I've ever spent," shouted
Ned emphatically.
"Me, too," chimed in Will, Sam and
Jack.
j "What, without fireworks?" queried
j the general, incredulously.
"I've learned more patriotism," an
swered Ned, "than I've ever learned with
a whole box of firecrackers."
"Good!" exclaimed the general, "that8
the right sort of n Fourth of July. Wait
a minute and I'll row you to the edge of
the farm. I have a hoat down the stream
and we'll call our trip 'Washington cross
ing the Delaware.' "
He. hurried away and soon returned
with a light skiff, which he propelled
cleverly toward the bnnk.
"Jump in, boys, and away we go. Now
sing for all you're worth. Mrs. Reynolds
can't mind music.
And the star-spangled banner in triumph
shall wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of
the brave,
"Good-by, boys," he a-'ded, giving his
hand to each in turn at t'ie farm landing.
"Watch for me next "'ourth of July
around the cherry tree." And the brave
general rowed awuy in the sunlight to the
echoes of
."Three cheers for George Washington,
the father of his country first In peace,
first in war and first iu the hearts of
hia little boys."
"Why, Uncle George," exclaimed Ned
in astonishment as the four lads entered
the supper room an hour later, "I thought
you weren't coming till next week."
"Ia that why you spent the Fourth
away from the house, you rascal? What
have you been doing, I'd like to know?"
Ned looked at Jack and Jack looked at
hia feet. Then he turned to Snm and
Sam asked loudly for butter, while Will
Was closely occupied In studying old
china. Seeing no help at hand Ned
coughed bashfully and muttered qulcklyj
"We've been in the woods."
"Had any fireworks?" continued Uncle
George mercilessly.
"No," was the laconic reply. ,
"Much fun?" , supplemented Uncle
George. ,
"Not much." v
A short silence was broken by MWb
Hattie'a desultory remark:
"The hero's way la as hard as the
transgressor's."
A CONGRESSMAN
Cared of Catarrh of Long Standing
, ,
Zx-Congrrstman A. T. Coodwyn.
Ex-Congressman A. T. Coodwyn,
from Alabama writes the following
letter:
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today. I could feel the good effect
of your medicine before I had used it
a week, after suffering with catarrh
for over a year," Respectfully, A.
T. Goodwyn.
Catarrh in its various forms is
rapidly becoming a national curse.
An undoubted remedy has been dis
covered by Dr. Hartman. This rem
edy has been thoroughly tested dur
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If you do not derive prompt and
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Address Dr. Hartman, president of
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Ohio.
. ' A Conscientious Jury.
Judge H'm. Your verdict seems
to be decidedly mixed.
Foreman of Jury Yes, your honor.
It's in accordance with the evidence.
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Crim8onback They used to, but
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Indignant Artist You say it's a
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