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Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-02-14
"cold In the Head"

sons who are subject to frequent "colds
In the head will md that the use of
HALLS CATARRH MEDICINE will
build up. h System. cleanse the Blood
and render them less liable to colds.
Repeated attacks Of Acute Catarrh may
lead to Chronic Catarrh.
HALLS CATARRH MEDICINE is TAX
On internally and acts through the Blood
All Druggists 75c. Testimonials free.
$4,000 for any case OF catarrh that
HALLS CATARRH MEDICINE will not
F. J. Cheney & Co.. Toledo, Ohio.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-02-14
Tied His poo to "Fivver."

When Henry Ward, prominent III Sn-
Tina (kun.) business affairs. tied his
vicious bulldog to his %"hivver," merely
as Il protection to dogs with better dis
positions. he was arrested.
"Guilty:' asked the court, aftcr in
forming the defendant he was charged
with violating Il city ordinance against
attaching Il tin can to Il dogs tail.
Yes. sir" was the reply.
"Eleven dollars" said The court. Aad
MIR. Ward paid.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-02-14
WASH THE KIDNEYS!

All h blood in the body passes thru
the kidneys every few minutes. This Is
why the kidneys play such an important
role In health or disease. BY some mys-
terious process the kidney selects what
ought to come out of the blood and
takes 1t out. If the kidneys are moi
aOOd-workmen and become consested-
pOisons accumulate and we suffer from
backache, headache, lumbago, rheu-
matism or govt. The urine is often
cloudy, full of sediment channels often
get sore and sleep is disturbed ut night.
So it is that DR.. Pierce. of the 1nvalids'
Hotel and Surgical Institute in Buffalo.
N. T.. advises washing the Kidneys"
by drinking six to eight glasses of water
between meals and then if you want
TO take q harmless medicine that will
clear the channels and cure the annoy
Ing symptoms, 80 to your druggist and
get Anuric double strength). for 6Oc.
This "Anuric," which is so many times
more potent than lithia-win drive out
the uric acid pOisons and battle the kid
neys and channels In a soothing LIQUID.
IF you desire, write for free medical
advice and send sample Of water for
free examination. Experience has
taught Doctor Pierce that "Anuric' is
a most powerful agent i'm d%isSolving
uric acid. as hot water mclts sugar.
Send Dr. Pierre Joe for trial package.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-02-14
Fiery Red Pimples.

A hot bath With Cuticura Soap followed
by an application of Cuticura Oint-
ment to distressing eczemns, etc,
proves their wonderful properties. For
free samples address "Cuticura, Dept.
Y. Boston, At druggists and by mail.
Soap %, Ointment % and 5O.-Adv.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-02-14
Largest Check Easy to Cash.

Prom the Popular Science Monthly.
The biggest check in the world is no,
the one made GU recently by j. p. Nor
gan for some hundred millions of dol
lars. but one made out for "A mere S575
on paper % inches long and 10 inches
wide.
The check was drawn by the otter
bein mems bible class of the Grace
United Brethren church of Carlisle. Pa.
in favor of the new church building
fund. The check was printed in gold
and contained a photograph, in the left
hand conner. of the pastor of the church.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-02-14

To Cure q Cold in One Day
Take LAXATIVE BROMU Quinine luplets. II stops
the Cough and Headache and works on the Cold.
y. w. GROVES signature on each box. dc.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-02-14

When sorae people are praying fol
sunshine and others for rain nothin.
much happens.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-02-14

Wash day is smile day if you use Rec
Cross Ball Blue, American made, therefore
the best made. Adv.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-02-14
Good Reason.

I've cut out smoking lately
How'd that %happen?"
Going with Il different crowd now
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-02-14
Looking Into Times.

From The Louisville Courier-JOurnal
las ! look into your eyes" he muir
INJURED, II see much happiness in store
for us"
~ fear there's nothing TO ii. Oswald. -
she replied. not UNI ndly. Papa has
been looking into your rating"
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-02-14

One thorn of experience is worth n
whole wilderness OF warning.-Lowell.
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-02-14
loafer.

Half a loaf is better than II Who'll
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-02-14
An Execution Exclaimed.

From The WASHINGTON Star.
'Whur you been, Zeh?'
''Fishin'.''
''ketch any?"
Nope. didn't go fishin' 10 fish. ]
was jes' clean tired q goin' to school,
Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-02-14
Afraid of Churches.

"fou seldom so to church"
%Nu. was married i'm Onc.-De-
tyOit Free Press.
Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1918-03-15

Not until the sturs were fading ont
OF he sky again. and gray day was
giving place to night. did exhaustion
and hunger stop him. He killed rab-
bit, and for hours after he had Toasted
he lay close to mis- kill, and slept.
Then he went ON.
The fourth night he came to the
little valley between the two ridges,
and under the stars, more brilliant
now in the chill cle;rness of the early
autumn nights. he followed the creek
down into their old swamp home. 1t
was broad day when he reached what
had once been his home and Gray
Wolfs, and for many minutes Kazan
stood silent and mOtiOnless shifting the
air. Until now his spirit had remained
unbroken. Footsore, with thinned sides
and gaunt head, he circled slowly
through the swamp. All that day he
searched. And his crest lay fiat now,
and there was q hunted look In the
drOop Of his shoulders and in the shift
Ing look Of his eyes. Gray Wolf was
gone.
Slowly nature was impinging that
fact upon him. She had passed out
OF his world and out of his life, and
he was filed with a loneliness and a
grief so great that the forest seemed
strange, and the stiffness of the wild
thing that now oppressed and fright
ened him. Once more the dog in him
was mastering the wolf. With Gray
Wolf he had possessed the world OF
freedom. Without her, that world was
SO big and strange and empty that It
appalled, him.
Late in the afternoon he came upon
a little pile Of crushed clam shells on
the shore of the stream. He shifted
at them-turned away-went back,
and shifted again. But the scent she
had left behind was not strong enough
to tell Kazan, and for second time
he turned away. That night he skunk
under a log, and cried himself to
sleep. Deep in the night he grieved in
his uneasy slumber, like a child. And
day after day, and night after night,
kazan remained sinking creature Of
the Dig swamp, mourning for the one
creature that had brought him out Of
chaos into light, who had filed his
world for him, and who, in going from
him, had taken from this world even
the things that Gray Wolf had lost in
her blindness.
Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1918-03-15

.'t's her cry. and n cnme from se
Sdii Rock 7"
She ran ont into the night, forget
ing that the man was close behind her
now, forgetting that little Joan was
alone In her bed And to them. from
miles and miles across the plain, there
came wailing cry in answer-a cry
that seemed part Of the wind, and
that thrilled Joan until her breath
broke in strange sob.
Farther out on the plain she went
and then stopped, with the golden
glow of the autumn moon and the stars
shimmering in her hair and eyes. II
was many minutes before the cry came
again, and then it was SO near that
Joan put her hands to her mouth, and
her cry rang out over the plain a. In
the days of old.
"KaZan! Kazan! Kazan!"
At the top of the Sun Rock, Gray
Wolf-gaunt and thinned by starva-
tion-heard the woman's cry and the
call that was in her throat died away
Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1918-03-15

stantly Kazan's head was alert. his
keen nOstrils shifting the air. What he
had smelled all day was heavy about
him now. He lay still and quivering.
Slowly. from out Of the banskians he
hind the tent, there came figure. II
was not the little professor. 1t APP
preached cautiously. with lowered
head and hunched shoulders. and the
starlight revealed the murslerous face
OF Sandy McTrigger. Kazan crouched
low. He laid his head fiat between
his forepaws. His long fangs cleaned.
But he made no sound that betray ed
his concealment under q thick ban
skian shrub. Step by step Sandy ap-
preached, and at last he reached the
flap Of the tent. He did not carry a
club or a whip In his hand now. In
the place Of either Of those was the
glitter Of steel. At the door to the
tent he paused, and peered in. his
back to Kazan.
Silently, swiftly-the wolf now IN
every movement, Kaxan came to his
feet. He forgot the chain that held
him. Ten feet away stood the enemy
he hated above all others he had ever
known. Every ounce Of strength in
his splendid body gathered itself for
the spring. And then he leaped. This
time the chain did not pull him back,
almost neckbroken. Age and the ele-
ments had weakened the leather col
lar he had worn since the days of his
slavery in the traces, and 1t gave way
with a snap. Sandy turned, and in a
second leap Kazan's fangs sank into
the flesh Of his arm.
With startled cry the man fell,
and as tho ROLLED over on the ground
the big Danes deep voice rolled out
In thunderOus alarm as he tugged at
his leash. In the fall Kazan's hold was
broken. In an instant he was on his
'eet, ready for another attack. And
then the change came. He was free.
The collar was gone from his neck.
The forest, the stars, the whispering
wind were all about him. Here were
men, and off there was-Gray Wolf
His ears dropped, and he turned swift
Iy, and slipped like shadow back into
the glorious freedom Of his world.
A hundred yards away something
stopped him for an instant. 1t was
not the big Danes voice, but the sharp
northumberland, of the little pro
fessOr's automatic. And above that
sound there rose the voice of Sandy
McTrigger In Q weird and terrible
cry.
Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1918-03-15
Roumanian Dances.

Sunday dances have long been fea "
lures Of peasant life In Roumania
Inc dances are organized by the boys
OF the community. They arrange for
the music, provide the REFRESHMENTS
ana preside as masters Of ceremony
When the girls reach manageable
age and have been sufficiently instruct
cd In the household arts, they are al
lowed to attend these dances as par.
icipants. "She dances ut the dance"
Is the peasant way of saying that a
girl has made her debut and Is eligible
Tor matrimonial attentions.
TO be Contin .ed.)
Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1918-03-15
Five Times He Fired at Twenty PAGES

hard smile which Sandy did not see
lowered about his lips for an instant.
Then he turned, laughing.
I'm very light sleeper" he said.
"a footstep at night rouses me. Even
a mans breathing awakes me, when l
make up my mind that must be on
my guard. And, besides"-he drew
from his pocket shining blue-steeled
Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1918-03-15
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Last Of McTripqer.

Sixty miles farther north Kazan
lay at the end of his fine steel chain
watch ng little Professor McGin mix
ing pail of tallow and bran. A
dozen yards from him lay the big
Dane, his huge jaws drooling in antici
patton of the unusual feast which Nc.
Gill was preparing. He showed signs
iOf pleasure When McGill approached
Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1918-03-15
A Strange Fire Leaped Through His
Body.

In a whine And to the north a swiftly
moving shadow stopped for moment,
and stood like a thing of rock under
the starlight. 1t was Kazan. A strange
fire leaped through his body. Every
fiber Of his brute understanding was
af1re with the knowledge that here was
home. 1t was here, long ago, that he
had lived, and loved, and fOught-and
all at once the dreams that had grown
faded and indistinct in his memory
came back to him as real living things.
For, coming to him family over the
plain, he heard Joan's voice!
In the starlight Joan stood, tense
and white, when from out of the pale
mists of the moon-glow he came to
her, cringing on his belly, painting and
wind-run, and with strange whining
note In his throat. And as Joan went
to him. her arms reaching out, her lips
sobbing his name over and over again,
the man stood and looked down upon
them with the wonder of a new and
greater understanding In his face. He
had no fear of the wolf-dog now. And
as Joan's arms Rugged Kazan's great
shaggy head up to her he heard the
whining gasping Joy of the beast and
the sobbing whispering voice of the
girl, and with tensely gripped hands
he faced the Sun Rock.
"Good heavens !" he breathed II be-
lieve-it's So"
As II In response to the thought In
his mind, there came once more across
the plain Gray VOLTS mate-seekins
cry Of grief and Of loneliness. Swiftly
as though struck by lash Kazan was
on his feet-Oblivious of Joan's touch,
of her voice, Of the presence Of the
man. In another instant he was gone.
and Joan fiung herself against her
husbands breast. and almost fercely
took his face between her two hands.
Snow do you believer she cried
pantingly. "Now do you believe in tho
God of my world-the God have lived
with, the God that gives souls to the
wild things, the God that-that has
brOught-us all-together-Once moro,
homer
His arms closed gently about her.
Il believe, my JOAN" he whispered
And you understand-now-wh
1t means, Thou shalt not killT"
Except that 1t brings us life-yes,
l understand" he replied.
Her warm. soft hands stroked his
face. Her blue eyes, filed with the
glory Of the stars, looked up Into his.
"Kazan and she-you and land
the baby! Are you sorry-that wa
came backr she asked.
So close he drew her against hls
breast that she did not hear the words
he whispered in the soft warmth Of
her hair. And after that, for many
hours, they sat in the starlight In
front Of the cabin door. But they did
not hear again that lonely cry from
the Sun Rock. Joan and her husband
understood.
Hell visit rs again tomorrow" the
man said at last. 'Come, Joan. let us
20 to bed"
Together they entered the cabin,
And that night. side by side, Knzan
and Gray Wolf hunted again In tho
mOonllt plain.
THE END
Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1918-03-15
CHAPTER XIX.
An Empty World.

Mile after mile Kazan went ON. For
ering note of death that had come tc
him in Sandy McTrigger's cry, and
he slipped through the banskians like
a shadow, his ears flattened, his tai;
trailing, his headquarters betraying
that curious sinking quality of the
wolf and dog stealing away from dan.
ger. Then he came out upon a plain,
and the stiffness, the billion stars in
the clear vault of the sky, and the
keen air that carried with 1t q breath
Of the Arctic barrens made him alert
and questioning. He faced the dlrec-
ton of the wind. Somewhere of there,
far to the south and west, was Gray
Wolf.
For the first time in many weeks
he sat back on his launches and gave
the deep and vibrant call that echoed
weirdly for miles about him. Back In
the banskians the big Dane heard 1t,
and whined. From over the still body
Of Sandy McTrigger the little profes.
sOr looked up with white tense face,
and listened for q second cry. But
instinct told Kazan that to that first
call there would be no answer, and
now he struck out swiftly, gallOping
mile after mile, as a dog follows the
trail Of its master home. He did
not turn back to the lake, nor was his
direction toward Red Gold City. As
straight as he might have followed Q
road blazed by the hand Of man he
cut across the forty miles Of plain and
swamp and forest and rocky ridge
that lay between him and the McFar.
lane. All that night he did not call
again for Gray Wolf. With him rea
soning was q process brought about
by habit-by precedent-and as Gray
Volt had waited for him many times
before he knew that she would be
waiting for him now near the sand
bar.
BY dawn he had reached the river
within three miles Of the sand-bar
Scarcely was the sun up when he stood
on the white strip Of sand where he
and Gray Wolf had come down to
drink. Expectantly and confidently he
looked about him for Gray Wolf, whin.
ing softly, and wagging his tail. He
began to search for her scent, but
rains had washed even her footprints
from the clean sand. All that day he
searched for her along the river and
out on the plain. He went to where
they had killed their last rabbit. He
shifted at the bushes where the poison
bats had hung. Again and again he
sat back on his launches and sent
out his mating cry to her. And slow.
ly, as he did these things, nature was
working in him that miracle Of the
wild which the Crees have named the
spirit call" As it had worked in
Gray Wolf, SO now it stirred the blood
of kaZan.
With the going Of the sun, and the
sweeping about him of shadowy night,
he turned more and more to the south
and east. His whole world was made
up of the trails over which he had
hunted. Beyond those places he did
not know that there was such a thing
us existence. And In that world, small
in his understanding of things, was
Gray Wolf. He could not miss her.
That world, in Isis comprehension of
II. ran from the McFarlane in mar
row trail through the forests and over
the plains to the little valley. If Gray
Wolf was not here-she was there,
and tirelessly he resumed his quest of
her.
The daily morning oasis., 1918-01-08
RIPPLING RHYMES.
(By Walt Mason)
Meatless Days

There are million luckless jays who are observing
meatess days six times week more; deserving meii
butchers store And countless people go their who
find some thirty wheatless days every month that flies
hrd luck and sickness and despair have stripped their
Rumble larders bare of doughnuts, loaves and pies.
the bouyant style in which make our boast, that
once week, with martyr zeal, we cut out mutton,
pork and veal, and shoe away the roast And they
must shed weary sigh when we inform the passers
by how we, with courage high, eschew the: loaf of
snowy bread, and fill ourselves with. bran instead
and make the corn cakes fly. Cheer up! The worst
is yet to come Before the voice Of is dumb We
may be eating hay we'll doubtless know what grief
is then, and wish might observe again the old time
meatess day. For meatless days don't represent a
passes UP the red meat dish to eat turkey fish,
on something just as good.
(Copyright 1917 by George Matthew Adams)
The daily morning oasis., 1918-01-08
TO THE POINT
CIV. D. H.

If you want to keep your
name out of the paper don't do
anything that will place you in
the public eye.
If you are not man enough to
receive helpful criticism keep
your mouth shut.
Many object that the term
Stacker" is imported. Our
variety, however, seems distinct
ly native.
Austria is to requisition all
organ pipes to be used for war
purposes. Playing her last tune
as it were.
Reading in bed is a bad ha-
bit" says a newspaper doctor
That gives us one more habit
than we thought we had.
There must have been some
thing wrong about all that talk
of a scarcity of dyes. Consider
the prevailing styles Of neckties.
In The Name: Of Liberty
SAVE FOOD.
Billy Sunday, the evangelist,
is a believer in applied Chris
tianity, as was evidenced at
Atlanta, Georgia, where he was
preaching. He was talking
about the war when a pro-Ger-
man advanced to the platform
and started "roughhousing" it.
Right there is where Billy ap-
piled his Christianity to good
effect. '"
The place for these "flowery
orators" with the good of their
country next to their (heart p
is in hell along with the Kaiser
The daily morning oasis., 1918-01-08
THE WAY TO GET PEACE
(W. D. H.)


What 1 am opposed to is not
the feeling of the pacifist, but
theif stupidity. My heart is
with, them, but my mind has a
contempt for. them: / want
peace, but I know how to get
it, and they do not.-From
President Wilson's Labor Ad-
dress. at Buffalo. M v
The only way to get peace,
"if you want if for more than. a
few minutes" is to fight for it.
1t must, however, be a strong
united, well calculated fight, one
that will break in bits the Ger
man war machine and make it's
renewed use forever impossible.
The. President knows this
the Allies know it, the Ameri-
can people know it-everyone
knows it save a few pacifists,
whose hearts are in the right
place, but whose heads are not
1unctioning. The pacifist brain
is controlled by emotions and
not directed by logic.
The President sympathizes
With their yearning for peace,
shares in it. But his judgment
is offended by their stupidity
about the way to get peace.
They want the world to per-
nit the Prussian robber, with
oody, hands full of loot. to
axe good his escape. They
cannot see that the same robber,
stronger and more ruthless than
before, will be soon back
again for more bloodshed and
more. loot.
The only safe way is to give
him hell and put, an end right
now to his career.
The daily morning oasis., 1918-01-08
Patriotic Economy
(W. D. H.)

America must economize or
else be faced with the pos
sibility of losing the war, OF
have it drag along for years un-
til we have wasted our national
wealth.
Our unlimited supply of Ma
tural resources and the immense
sums we have invested in the
tools of production can not be
used to their maximum because
of the limited supply of our
labor. With two millions OF
men taken from active produc-
tion to supply our military
needs, we are faced with the
most serious shortage of labor
in our history. The want of
labors is retarding our ship
building program, the output of
our factories, mines and every
other branch of industry. We
are not accomplishing near
what we set out to do to bring
the war to an early termina-
ton, because of this limited
supply of labor.
Italy called to us in vain be-
fore the Teuton storm broke up
on her, but we could not go to
her aid. 1t is said upon good
authority that the real horrors
in Europe are not on the firing
line, but among the civilpopula-
tion, who are pinched for life's
necessities and many of whom
are dying. The real danger to
ourselves and our allies is that
we may be forced to make a
dishonorable and . inconclusive
peace because of the sufferings
of these peoples. And this may
come just at a time when last
ing peace is in sight for us.
1t is just as much the part of
every loyal American to do all
in his power to prevent this
thing happening as it is to send
his boys or give money to carry
on the war. Modern wars are
not won, by armies but by ma
tions fighting. America is only
partly in the fight as yet.
Many of our people have failed
to get the vision of the i'm
portant part our nation has in
this war.
Everytime you buy four dol
lars of manufactured goods you
'ly a days labor. By patriotic
The daily morning oasis., 1918-01-08
LOST

A passport issued by the
state department to James Cot
ter of the S. P. r. R. was lost
Sunday, January 9Th. Between
the church of Sacred Heart and
the Montezuma Hotel, Finder
please return to the "The Oasis"
office and receive reward. 1w
The daily morning oasis., 1918-01-08

Alex Karam, son of M. Ka-
ram, proprietor of La Reforma
dry goods store, told the draft
selection board yesterday he
did not want exemption but a
gun and a belt of cartridges
and a chance at the Huns. He
prefers the aviation branch and
will probably enlist without
waiting to be called.
The daily morning oasis., 1918-01-08

economy in our buying we can
give direct aid in solving the
labor shortage problem. We
must cut out the luXories SO
that our allies may have the
necessities. If we are not will
ing to do this we are the worse
type of slackers.
The daily morning oasis., 1918-01-08

The, expenses Of the street de-
partment for work, salaries and
hauling garbage amounts to
about $500 a month. This does
not include feed for teams and
repairs on tools and .vechiles.