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About The Gate city journal. (Nyssa, Or.) 1910-1937 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 19, 1930)
ST.’ T H E GATE CITY JO U R N A L P R E S C R IP T IO N Ernestine had never seen him look in use over 4 7 Years like this. The slight habitual twist of - 12 - satire that had become set on his H a n k erin g s mouth was gone. His lips were re Prosperity was good for Will. He laxed and full, like a child’s. IBs Don't you want this way of mak worked regular hours. He looked black eyes, always so bright and alert, ing the bowels behave? A doctor’s fresh and well. He adored the chil were soft now and strangely luminous way to make the bowels move so dren and enjoyed them more than he in his pale thin face. And In his coun well that you feel better all overl ever had, and no woman ever had a tenance was such yearning, such Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin more loverlike husband than Krnes- poignant beauty, that Ernestine could doesn’t turn everything to wnter, tlne. Two or three times a week they scarcely forbear crying out. but cleans out all that hard waste went to the theater, or to concerts, He had not noticed her, and silently clogging your system. It cleans satisfying a long-starved hunger for turned buck to the house and si you out without any shock, for It’s beauty of sight and sound, for move she only fresh luxatlve herbs a tumour ment and color. Ernestine had picked lently closed the door behind her. For doctor found so good for the up easily the old threads of social con what wus Will hankering there in the bowels, combined with pure pepsin tact, as though she had been living In dusk? What did he worship? Some she did not know, see nor feel. and other harmless ingredients. another city all this while. The old thing A. doctor should know what tl friends closed around her as naturally Something beyond her. Again, in the te st for the bowels. Let Dr. Cald as though she had never been far from absorption of life he had slipped away well’s Syrup Pepsin show you how them, and in a little while the Jurgon, from her. Into some secret path he had soon you can train the bowels to the familiar jokes, the odd intimacies to follow alone. Agnln his mind had escaped while his body only remained move freely, every day, the way were back with her again. by her side. The poplar tree—he was they should. It’s wonderful the The money flowed In uncontrollably. ailing, as he had ailed before. way this prescription works, but They bought a second car. and there She gathered herself together with It's perfectly harmless; so you can were beautiful clothes, new Jewels and use It whenever a coated tongue or furs for Ernestine, charge accounts, a a spiritual gesture. She strengthened sick headache tells you that you’re pony stabled at an expensive riding herself. Something was imminent, bilious. Fine for children, too (It academy for the children. They talked something was to befall them. She tastes so nice) and they ought to of buying the house they were in, but realized with horror that they had not have a spoonful the minute they already it seemed small. Will thought saved a cent, In all their new pros Seem fretful, feverish, or sluggish, be would like to be nearer the lake perity. She wus confronted with the or have a sallow look. and farther north. He felt that they necessity to cease lier butterfly whirl ing and turn squirrel again. For You can get the original prescrip needed more room. tion Dr. ■ Caldwell wrote so many One day in the fall when “Billy the Will's run of luck would Inevitably end years ago; your druggist keeps It Baby’’ was two years old, Ernestine in disaster of some kind that she could all ready In big bottles. Just ask entertained her bridge club nnd that not even forsee. Thinking of the longing and the for Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup Pepsin, afternoon seemed to her a perfect ex and use it always for constipation. ample of what life might be for a sorrow of his face, Ernestine forgot woman. She was proud of her home, for the moment how but a short time proud of her thin china, her beautiful ago she had loved her house and Ds. W. B . C a l d w e l l ’ s silver, her gracious friends. The new blessed her possessions. Was there maid was well trained. The cook, nothing she could do for Will? Noth stimulated by flattery, had outdone ing. She had learned this hard fact A Doctor's Family Laxative herself. The children came In and once, and let her not forget it now. spoke to the guests who nil exclaimed Was he always to be lonely? Could over them. They went out with their not her body encompass him, her love I nurse to walk to the lake. Even Lil enfold him? At times she could be lian, who had become silent and re- close against his heart. At other I mote since her last trip to New York, times he would be remote from her, displayed some of her old gay spirits. from all of them. Her spirit cried out The talk fell Into happy reminiscence In protest ngainst the sense of aliena tion that wns sweeping down upon her. »f their childhood and girlhood. After the guests were gone and Her throat ached bitterly. She shook herself. This was non Ernestine was helping the maid to lldy the living room, putting cushions sense. Because Will stared at a tree T h e Heel and a star she was invoking disaster. Dr. F. B. Daude of Boise, who re In place, folding the card table covers, He had come in early and gone out in ss the girl set the furniture back, Lil cently discovered In Oregon a car his garden to enjoy the evening, and load of fossilized scales of the lian stayed on, lying back in a chair the light had made him look wan. of red velvet, her fair head pressed mesothrorium, tracodon and other But these thin mental comments enormous prehistoric lizards, said In »gainst the fabric, her arm hai Ring died unheeded. Nothing could shake laxly over the side of the chair, smok an interview In Warm Springs: the deep fatalistic conviction that had ‘‘You can tell a tracodon’s scales ing a cigarette, watching Ernestine. laid itself upon her heart from a mesothrorium's as easily as As the maid went out with the tables • • • • • • • you can tell a white man from a col and covers and a tray of ash boxes, Ernestine flung herself down with an Ernestine wntched Will during the ored man." Then Doctor Daude chuckled and exclamation of weariness. Lillian as winter months that followed without tonished Ler. making much headway In her efforts went on: “What's the matter with Will, kit to understand 1dm. His abstraction “Take a colored man’s leg. It Is at times was so intense that he moved planted In the middle of his foot. ten?" “Why—lie’s all right. He's a little He has as much foot behind his leg thin, but he’ll pick up. He always like a somnambulist. The children bloomed. Peter was a tall strong boy as before it. loses weight in hot weather." with a lively mind and body. It was “A colored man was walking down "But it's October now. It hasn’t the street one day. Suddenly he been really hot for weeks. I saw him evident that Elaine would be able to start with her lessons in another year. looked round and said: on North Clark street today while I “ ‘Boy, git oil mah heel. Git In- was waiting in the car for Loring, The baby would be three in the sum mer, and he wns every one’s darling. tlrely off.’ ” who was visiting one of his Greeks. Mamma was always sending him things He came and talked to me. He looked from New York. She could not shop S pen t E vening a t Home very white and thin, I thought—nnd without remembering him. He—My dear, I got a coupla tick his eyes were too bright—feverish. But none of Ernestine's Joy in her ets today You must fiv e him milk and eggs. children could compensate for Will’s She—Good 1 Are they for the Will is the type, linear I think you strangeness. Sometimes he camé out opera? call It, that runs easily into T. B. He’s of his absorption and was feverishly He—N o; one was for parking too Indoors too much.” bright and active. He was guarded long, and the other for crashing a Ernestine was silent, thinking swift with her, and put on an artificial non red light. ly. “Will’s all right, I think," she said chalance. She accepted this casuaily, a little shortly, but she looked grave. without the irritation that had almost N e w S pecie» Lillian arched her brows In disbe disrupted them before. His whole air The average American Is a man lief, but said no more. After a while and manner were the air and manner with both feet on the ground and she left In her own car, while Ernes of a man who is pursuing a secret love both hands in the air.—Life. tine sat on the big couch, the silk and affair, but Ernestine knew that Will's satin pillows, the wide low room with grief was not so simple as that. A word to the wise is sufficient; Its charming furniture and carved Nevertheless, she began In a quiet and to the timid, a mere scowl is. fireplace forgotten in an Instant. unobtrusive way to spy upon him, be What was Will doing on North Clark ing compelled by the need to know street? He and Mr. Poole had had something more. His habits away an office there long ago. Will bad from home were revealed to her by small patient Inquiries. been strange of late. He spent every morning at the .Sun Ernestine rose abruptly and went to her room to change her dress before office and kept his strip well ahead, j the children returned to climb upon did his work In an orderly, workman her. Her mind went reluctantly to like manner. In the afternoons It was Will, as though forced against Itself the common belief that he went to the to consider dangers. Perhaps he small outside studio where a young Deeded mothering. He was subject to ster named Hobbs worked on the periods of nervous and mentul depres movie cartoons for him. He spent sion because he could not remember gome time there, and then either that he had a body long enough to played bridge at the Press club, or at take care of It She wondered If he one or another of the clubs on Mich were worried about money. They were igan boulevard where men had money spending It like water, but there and leisure to spend around the card tables in the late winter afternoons. seemed so much of It. One day, downtown shopping, Ernes The children came In, rosy and laughing from their walk, and crowded tine went over to this movie studio, upon her. She loved to have them but the boy greeted her inquiry for close. They chattered eagerly as she Mr. Todd with such astonishment that sat down with them to their simple, she knew Will was seldom there. “But the movies?" appetizing supper, the nursemaid smil “He comes in once a week or so and ing and talking to her with a pretty deference. She and Will had dinner works all afternoon. He can do more work In an hou? than anybody I ever j together, later, after the children had G E N U IN E Bayer Aspirin has been j had half an hour with their father, saw. We keep them up. Mrs. Todd." “I’m sure you do,” said Ernestine, and gone up to bed. But Will did not proved safe by millions of users for come in at their bedtime as be ussally smiling at him. She talked to him over thirty years. Thousands of did. Disappointed, they finally trailed for a while about his work and told doctors prescribe it. It does not de oft up the stairs, nnd Ernestine won him how Will had received ids train press the heart. Promptly relieves ing doing Just such chores for John dered If she had missed Will. Headaches Neuritis Poole. Poole was little more than a “Has Mr. Todd been In, Molly?" Colds Neuralgia “He's In the garden, ma'am," the legend to this youngster, she saw, but Sore Throat Lumbago he was interested and flattered by her maid replied. Rheumatism Toothache Ernestine went out through the din confidences. Leaves no harmful after-effects Ernestine went away, filled with con ing room windows, across the tiled For your own protection insist on west porch and paused at the garden viction, without more logical reason the package with the name Bayer j steps, to stare. Will stood about fifty than the Instruction of Instinct. Lil and the word genuine as pictured *eet away from her, leaning against lian had seen Will on North Clark above. the corner of the garage, his hat off, street. He was not spending Ids time Aspirin is the trade-mark of Bayer his head tilted back and his eyes fixed at the outside studio. He was prob manufacture of monoaceticaddester of. the one tree that stood ou the lot, ably not playing cards as much as of salicylicacid. she thought. | s tsli narrow poplar tree. C H A P T E R XIII Really Helps Bowels He had opened the old studio where he and John Poole had worked for over two years and he was working there now. nearly every afternoon and sometimes probably at night. What was he doing? She thought she would ask him, but that evening when he came in she was just coming down the stairs with Elaine, naked, on her arm. She was going to the kitchen to get some olive oil to warm, for she had found the skin dry on the child's arms. Will had come in the front door and stood, drawing Ids scarf from within the collar of his great coat, stnring up at her. His face flashed at her and he said imperiously: “Stand still.” She stopped, In amazement, and stood poised on the stairs, the child on her arm, her simple house dress falling against her long limbs, and Will looked up at them with concen tration, power in his eyes. After a strange Interval he began to fold the silk scarf about his throat, to button his coat, to draw his gloves over his fingers, still staring at them, and then without a word, but with a smile of excitement, he turned and left the house. It was very late when he returned, but Ernestine was awake, waiting for him. He came directly to her In her SYRUP PEPSIN A spirin The Office Was Empty and She En tered and Shut the Door Behind Her. room, and his face was like a drunk- nrd's, flushed and relaxed and happy. He caught her in his arms and kissed her passionately. "Will—where have you been? Why are you so strange?" she asked him. For answer he pressed his lips against her throat, he put her short dark hair back from her brow and stared at her, entranced with what he saw. “You’re so lovely,” he said, "so beautiful, Ernestine. Not even the old masters have a face as lovely as yours. Your eyes—your eyes are sad, *my sweet. Why are you sad?" He ran his fingers over her face, his strong fingers that could touch lightly, won derfully. Ernestine felt as if her heart would break. “Will—tell me. What ails you?" she Implored him. “You haven’t noticed me for weeks nnd weeks—all winter you haven’t even seen me, and now— you come In like this.” He moved away from her. He was erect, triumphant, under the Impulse of strong excitement. “I’ve done It. Ernestine." “What have you done?" He made a gesture with his fingers —a stroke In their air, either with brush or pencil. "I've made something new and dif ferent. Something I’ve wanted a long time. I’ll tell you about ,t some day, when I’m ready. But now, don’t ques tion me. Jtist love me. As you used to, Ernestine. Can't you come to me as you used to come? My love, and mine alone?" He wooed her, and she yielded to him, finding an instant's hurting Joy in his old eagerness—bis old flaring enthusiasm. This tide of human love was not new to her. Its sameness was like nn enchantment. But after he was sleeping by her side, she wept secretly. He was so strange. Even in his ardor, deep honesty warned her that not her beauty, not her love, not her dearness had allured him—he had been impelled toward her by something within himself. His deep and secret springs of artistry were awakening, stirring. Solitary even In his pas sion and his love. The next morning she rose with her heart hardened with determination, and after he had gone downtown, she hunted out among her possessions the old office key he had given her, go long ago She took the bus and went back to Erie street, walked the old familiar way again and came to the old office, fitted her key In the lock and opened the door. The otfl-.e was empty, and she entered and shut the door behind i her. The light tn the place was fine. A long window crossed the back of the room, and here was a slanted table and stool. Ernestine moved to this and calmly, deliberately, she began to hunt for Will’s secret. She had no more scruple about It than she would have had If he had beeu her son and in some trouble she must learn about. In the middle of the drawing board, on white rice paper pinned down with tacks at the corners, wns a sketch. Only a few strong lines in charcoal. She saw herself, coming down the stairs, the naked baby on her arm, one hand at the balustrade. The long lines of her limbs bore a subtle and flowing exaggeration. It was beauti ful. It was alive. It moved and in its motion were poetry and sound. It was new, work of a kind she laid never seen before. But she understood It. The outlines were clenr and hard—the work had authority, tire, Hut nobody else had made a picture like this. Un derstanding filled her. Last night, Will had not loved her. Her heart had told her truly. It was this picture— this bright mental image of woman hood that he had loved, had taken into his arms and caressed. “No, no," she whispered. "That’s morbid. It Is I whom Will loves. It is only his way.” On the corner of the sheet, like a signature, were the round hard splotches of tears. Ernestine wept, too, standing there and looking at this new work und thinking of Will—nnd the Todd cats. She looked through everything and found material with the dust of a year upon It. In a pile were pictures of the poplar tree. He had made the tree again and again. She caught a hint of desperation. He had been de liberately careless. He had distorted the limbs, but neither the carelessness nor the distortion had given him the quality that lay now on the board with the charcoal sketch of herself on the stuirs—a thing called Life. Vi tality 1 Months of work. Months of strug gle. Secret, silent—a new Idea, a new stirring pain goading him out of his path. And every morning he had to go and make the cat cartoons. He had to go from the Sun to the movie studio. When he was longing to ex periment with this new conception. He was ready to leave satire for a new form of benuty. He was ready to establish a new and modern school of work. It was not an unnatural develop ment. Looking back, it seemed to Ernestine that the years had conspired In order to accomplish this. She re membered the little boy with his leg in a brace, who had made the book of bird pictures for her—a book she still loved and possessed, and which she had been showing to I’eter only a day or two ago. Will had so loved the color of wings. She recalled the water colors on his mother's walls: the smudged pictures of John I’ryor when he was a baby— crude but warm. She remembered what Mrs. Todd had said—all the neighbors thought Will would be a great artist some day. If he were not subjugated to her biological neces sities ! Through the newspaper environment and his hero worship of John I*oole he had become a cartoonist. And he had had hard work and desperate struggle to accomplish that. But the very things this success had brought hlhn had been a means of releasing this deeper, more sincere impulse. The comfort, the affluence, the sense of security, all had enabled him to begin to give heed to another voice. And Will had thought In his aim pllclty that he could have a secret 1 He had imagined that he could, in his Idle hours, pursue this new nnd de- lightful gift of artistry, n e had ex perimented I k re abme with new tools, new methods, and thought that no one would ever know. Ernestine was wiser. She kn. v the consequences ol activity, secret or open. '1 his studio was going to destroy the cats ns cer talnly as love destroys infatuation. She stooped and brushed lightly with her lips the charcoal Image ol herself descending the stairs. She locked the door and went away, bet Ups firm, her eyes glowing in her love j ly face. “Whenever you are ready. Will, I will be ready, too." But Will did not seem to be ready He had changed. He had becomt llLDREN will fret, often for no silent, morose, Irritable. There wai apparent reason. But there’s al no question now as to where he was ways Castoria 1 Harmless as the recipe on the wrapper; mild and bland as it spending his time, for he played bridg« tastes. But its gentle action soothe* hours every day. He won constantly a youngster more surely than a more Ernestine kept him as clean of money powerful medicine. as she could, subverting all that sh« That’s the beauty of this special could lay hands on to her own pur children’s remedyl It may be given poses. She did not know how muck the tiniest infant—as often as there is need. In cases of colic, diarrhea or money he won at cards, but his mauls similar disturbance, it is invaluable. was a new thing, and she could not A coated tongue calls for just a few understand it. One night at a dance drops to ward off constipation; so in the club to which he belonged she does any suggestion of bad breath. saw him through the open door of the Whenever children don’t eat well, cardroom, sitting at a heavy round don’t rest well, or have any little table, his face absolutely set, his dark upset—this pure vegetable prepara tion is usually all that’s needed. eyes watchful, playing in an intense absorption. “How does he play?" she asked het j partner, a friend of Will. "I’ve played with him, of course, but always with women, and be seemed indifferent— j careless." “I wish I could get him at a table j when there were women there," the J A u g u st D a y E ventful man, a middie-aged Illustrator, an- j in A m erican H istory swered. "He has a great deal of my j August 3 has proved to be such an money. Why, he plays an extraorill- I eventful date In American history narily good game, and every one likes that the War department has Issued to play with him because he minds his a long comment on It, incorporating own business. He plays for study, but the following facts: he doesn’t row. He makes no mis- ( It began the World war, which con- takes, but he doesn’t Jump on the ) trlbuted most to American history. fellow who does. And curds! Oh, It marked the opening of the Pan boy—he has them. He has an abso ama canal. lutely marvelous memory." It marked the peace treaty 133 Ernestine knew this. Will’s memory years ago between the government wns part of his equipment as an artist. and the Indians of the Northwest, He would be uble to visualize each giving us Ohio, Indlanu, Wisconsin, trick that had fallen, without error, Michigan and western Pennsylvania. she knew. But she wns troubled. She , Tills trenty followed one of the most understood the psychological use of terrible and destructive Indian war* the word “substitution,” and It oc In American history, in which George curred to her in connetclon with Will Rogers Clark, “Mad” Anthony Wayne at the bridge tables, but she could not and others distinguished themselves. get the thing clearly. Will was drug ging himself with the mechanical occu pation of cards. The cards Interested, absorbed, fascinated him. The mes meric fascination of the game were useful to him us a means of stilling something—she could not quite get it. FOR every home use, Diamond She could not ask him whether he had Dyes are the finest you can buy. ceased going to the little office. She They contain the highest quality felt balked and wounded. anilines that can be produced. One day when he telephoned that he It’s the anilines in Diamond would not eat at home, and came in Dyes that give such soft, bright, after midnight, he flung down on the new colors to dresses, drapes, lingerie. Diamond Dyes are easy table a roll of bills. to use. They go on smoothly and “I’ve been playing for ten cents a evenly; do not spot or streak; point. Won rubber after rubber," ho never give things that re-dyed said Indifferently. look. Just true, even, new colors Ernestine picked up thé money and that keep their depth and brilliance counted It. in spite of wear and washing. ISO packages. All drug stores. "This will pay for—’’ she began, and Will exclaimed passionately: "My G—d, E \estine, what do you do with the money? I never see you that you don’t have your hand held out to me." Highest Q ualify fcf SO years Her fear gave her sudden fury. “Am I to account to you for every E n d e d L o n g F a m i l y L in e penny?" she exclaimed. "I did with Tlie first noble family of Sweden out, long enough. Now that you’re earning, are you going to be niggard has been extinguished with the death ly with me? Don’t you dare ask me of Count Magnus Brahe. Keeping a time-honored custom, the 500-year- what I do with my money I" He made no answer, his face bored old Brahe coat of arms was broken and scornful. She had been thinking against the coffin nnd the archbishop that when he enme In she would try threw the key to the burla: vault In to talk to hint, but now the moment a nearby lake. was passed. He undressed and got Im p o n ib le Task Into bed, nnd said in his quick ir Tou can’t blame a woman for feel- ritable way: "Either turn out the light or go lna her husband Is unreasonable when lie insists on her loving him as somewhere else. I’m tired." "From working?" she asked, and he does himself. That's one thing a then regretted swlfMy. That wns too woman can't do—even with a hair much like thut othér time—that other j pin.—Cincinnati Enquirer. pain. U s e f o r S p i d e r s ' Wqb e Will did not answer, but turned his | Strands of the webs of spiders nr* back and flung his arm; In the blue pajama sleeve, up over his eyes, j nsed for cross-lines In microscopes, Ernestine put out the lights except the j range finders nnd other exacting In- small lamp at her side of the bed, struments. The web Is wound on a and sat on the bed for a while, her card-like thread. feet drnwn up and her arms clasped M a k e s R a p id G r o w t h around her knees, thinking, her mind | Bamboo grows to a height of mor* turning this way and that, her heart than 100 feet In Ceylon. It has been full of pain. (TO HE CONTINUED.) known to grow as much ag 10 Inches In a day. CHILDREN e CASTORIA Real dyes give richest colors I DiamoncMDtyes W ealth Showered Upon Favorites of Fortune An American artist named Mott traveled to the Pribllof islands In a sealing vessel a year ago to paint some pictures of seals In tlielr native home, and one day noticed a curious bank of sand lying close along the shore. He dug Into It. and found beneath the sand a mass of bones. They were seal bones—millions of them—which had been flung up by the sea in the course of centuries. Further search has shown that there are miles of these bone deposits along the shores of the Islands. One pile Is a mile long, half a mile wide, and six feet deep. Now, bones are one of the best of all fertilizers, and the value of the find Is simply gigantic—far greater than that of any gold mine. S im p le B la c k b o a r d Blackboards of any size are usually quite expensive, hut one womnn found a way to make one that costs less than 75 cents. She bought an inex pensive dark-green window shade and a can of flat black paint. Two coats of the paint were applied to ths shade, which when dry became a blackboard that could be rolled up out of the way when »ot in use. Among other evils folly has also tills, that It la always beginning to live.—Seneca. Tills brings to mind the ease of th* wandering prospector who, years ago, I while crossing a desert In Wyoming, 1 came across the body of a horse j which, though It must have died long 1 ago, was still fresh and g-veet. Th* j body was covered with a layer of flue dust, which the prospector recognized P icked U p A fter T ak in g Lydia as borax. He saw the value of the E. P in k h a m ’s V egetable discovery and sold it to a large pack C om p ou n d ing firm In Chicago, who kept The se \ cret for a long time. Today the uses Towanda, Pa.—“I was working in a of borax are Innumerable, snd Tinge from the preservation of food down to stilt mill and got so tired and rundown that I weighed dressings for tired feet and lotions for only 89 pounds. I Inflamed eyes. w as n o t w e l l enough to do my work. As soon as I n e x p e r ie n c e d I began to take Georgia, a wee citizen of the North Lydia E. Pink- side, had committed a forbidden act ham's Vegetable and was being reprimanded by his Compound, I be futher. gan to pick up. "Georgia, I told you I’d spank yon After being mar If you did that, didn’t I?" asked his ried for thirteen father. years, I had a "Yes,” Oeorgle replied, • little for baby boy and the next year I had an lornly. other boy who now weighs 37 pounds "Well, what shall I do with you?" and is healthy as a bear. The Vegetable Compound has helped me in a dozen asked his futher, exasperated. “How do you think I know?" cam* ways and I hope others will try it too.’’ the “I've never t<e*c a ftthor.“ — M rs . C. B. J ohnson , Webb Streep R. D. ft), Towanda. Pennsylvania. e —Indianapolis News. MILL WORKER ~ BENEFITED