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The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1918-12-09

Operations upon women in u hos
pitfalls are constantly on the increase,
but before submitting TO an operation
for ailments peculiar to their sex every
woman owes il to herself TO give that
famous root and herb remedy, Lydia f.
Pinkham's Vegetable Compound, trial.
If complications exist write Lydia Z.
Pinkham Medicine CO., Lynn, Mass, for
advice.
The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1918-12-09

willing YOU should use my
testimonial and hope to benefit
other suffering women by so
doing. Mrs. f. PLATT, 8
c. prool-lvp NJ V
The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1918-12-09
Fortunate Owners of
Motor Truck Stock
Reaping Big Profits

day receiving in profits large sums of money
paid to them regularly in the form of divi-
The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1918-04-05
HIGH SCHOOL FREEZES

To Quote the Prof. at is hard to
keep the 'Breezes' blowing" when
nothing happens except work, and
then some more of the same. But
never mind one of these fine days
we will be pulling off something
that's pretty good. You needn't take
our word for it, ask any of the
Juniors. The exact date for the
junior class vaudeville has not yet
been. decided upon but it will pro-
badly be the first week in May. A
first class up-to-date program is ar
ranged, featuring music, sketches,
singing and dancing.
Mr.. John Lewtas, war correspon-
dent, just returned from "over there"
gave a very interesting talk to the
high school pupils Wednesday morn
ing. He told of the real value of
United States passport and of his
trip across the Atlantic and the safe
arrival after passing thru the dan
ger zone. After an hours talk he
concluded his speech by describing
the beautiful Westminster Abbey at
London, telling how convalescent
soldiers from the firing line enjoy
the free concerts there for their
benefit. Mr. Lewtas will again
The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1918-04-05
PESHASTIN

Mrs. Olgelvie of Waterville was
here on short visit to he sister,
Mrs. H. A. Harver. She arrived
on Friday and returned home Sun
day.
There are several cases of Ger
man measles shere. Some are sick
with them and some Of the smaller
children are not.
The Ladies Aid was postponed on
account of the German measles
breaking out in the neighborhood.
S. P. Beecher was in Cashmere
on business Tuesday.
The truck from the Peshastin
Lumber Co. is again on the road
hauling boxes to the warehouse at
Peshastin.
Ed Bruyette is at Soap Lake TAX
ing treatments for rheumatism
Mr.. and Mrs H. NJ. Golf and son
Lyle of Leavenworth spent Sunday
with Mr. and Mrs. II, II. Kelley.
A hard time April Fool party was
given by the j. o. c class at the
NJ. E. church Monday evening.
Everyone reports a good time.
Gayle Gilbert who has been going
to school in Leavenworth is obliged
to stay out for a while as she has
the German measles.
J. A. Norman made a business
trip to Seattle Tuesday.
S. p. Beecher received word Tues
day that the flume that runs across
the Hale place in Leavenworth was
blown down when we had the hard
wind storm.
The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1918-04-05

speak to the students Friday after
noon and will give an illustrated
lecture in the high school auditorium
Friday night. Admission 35 cents
Is cents and Is cents.
The economies class is on the
road to constructing a new text on
economies with the sufficient know
ledge they are gathering from their
criticisms of the works of some OF
our most noted writer's, John Stuart
Mills, for example. At least they
are sure that they would not include
so many troublesome illustrations to
increase the trials of other future
economics students.
Funny Column.
Gilbert (desirious of information
"Will some one please tell me what
a millennium is? ?"
Cliff latter careful elaboration
ooh, millennium is just the same
as a centennial only it has more
legs"
Mr. Osborne in Economics class
'Lonnie, can you tell me what a
guinia is worth in this country.
Lonnie, in whom nature had placed
an ingenious why, I be-
lieve $112 a day.
The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1918-04-05
ADDITIONAL LOCAL NEWS.

Mr.. F. A. Sinclair is expected
to arrive here next week from North
Dakota with a car load of good
young horses.
To the family of Mr.. andMrs. Nj
lolto was born nine pound girl last
Tuesday, says DIR. Judah.
The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1918-04-05

Rev. S. J. Lindseth who is locat-
ed at Wenatchee, will hold services
in the Lutheran church Of Leaven-
worth, April Z, at II a. m. and p.
m. Both services will be conduct
ed in the Norwegian language
All who understand the language
are cordially invited.
The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1918-04-05

DR., Judah reports our old friend
f. X. Harvey of Peshastin on the
sick list.
Miss Ollie Carnahan who was op-
Grated on for appendicitis by Drs.
Hoxey and Gearhart in the Leaven-
worth hospital, March 29th, has pass
ed the critical stage and will soon
The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1918-04-05

be able to be out again.
VIM. Douglas left for the coast
this week for a few days visit with
his sister Mrs. Johnson and neice
Mrs. Anderson.
The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1918-04-05

Dry communities find it difficult
to provide against leakages.
The daily Gate City and constitution-Democrat. (Keokuk, Iowa) 1916-1922, 1918-08-31

of civilians behind the lines is tired
of Hun servitude. Some of our own
American boys may be growing just
a trifle tired of being 5000 miles away
from home with no immediate pros
pect of return. No one hears muir
muir from across the water about the
fatigue that lies heavy upon the
whole allied world. They are out to
win. They may drop for moment,
but there is always 1.-The second wind
which never fails to come.
Here at home are persons who COM
plain of being tired of their share in
the war when that share is merely
judicious eating. They long for peace
as a time of bountiful food, as if more
food in the future were the only
thing for which millions of men have
given their lives.
Grim, determined and uncomplain-
ing the American soldiers and sailors
go about their job. War to them is
task, an opportunity, duty; so
why complain?
The morale of this army of ours is
dependent on the strength of those
at home A whisper of complaint
goes far and grows louder as it re-
sounds across the Atlantic.
Imagine the thoughts of soldier
standing knee deep in trench mud
with shells bursting all around him,
when he reads In letter from Amer.
Iica. 1--WE are feeling the war now.
We get no more than two pounds OF
sugar each month, and l have not
| seen wheat bread for weeks"
Feeling the war? Well, perhaps
The daily Gate City and constitution-Democrat. (Keokuk, Iowa) 1916-1922, 1918-08-31

But not the way the women of north
ern France are feeling it. The strong
chain which pulls for victory must
not be weakened by a single link of
complaint. The rules for saving are
not unreasonable. Remember there
are those in this world who are really
tired and are too brave to say so.
The daily Gate City and constitution-Democrat. (Keokuk, Iowa) 1916-1922, 1918-08-31
ARE YOU TIRED
OF SAVING FOOD!
Well, What About the Fatigue of the
Soldiers in France to Whom
Your Savings Co to Help
Win the War?

Are you tired of saving food? Tired
of making bread from -four you never
used before, tired of going without
sugar, tired of having to say, Il can't /;
it's against the rules of conserva-
ton
Yes. and there are others who are
tired. The British Tommy and the
French poilu are tired of four years
in muddy trenches. The pitiful army
The daily Gate City and constitution-Democrat. (Keokuk, Iowa) 1916-1922, 1918-08-31
IFS All the Same,

New York World: Our fOrefield
guard of the German war bulletins
as a sweetened substitute for rear
guard to the ears. of the German peo-
pie is equally acceptable to the allies
as long as the "forefield' keeps NOV
ing backward
The daily Gate City and constitution-Democrat. (Keokuk, Iowa) 1916-1922, 1918-08-31

Better to be Suspicious.
Davenport Times: Beware the
Huns if they come bearing peace
The daily Gate City and constitution-Democrat. (Keokuk, Iowa) 1916-1922, 1918-08-31

gifts about this time. There is a wood
en- horse somewhere back OF the bat
tie line
The evening leader., 1918-11-26

"Quite," said Mr.. Courtney, quietly.
81 don't care much for girls, that is,
most girls
"Hum," grunted Mr.. Brown as the
younger man left his Office. "Falling
in love, eh? She'll soon tire of him,
whoever she may be, if he doesn't get
a smile on his face once in a while"
"Has Miss Johnson left?" Mr.. Court
ney was asking of one of the stenog-
raphers who was hurrying off.
"Yes, left five minutes ago." was the
answer
'You haven't got her home address?"
he asked.
''No, but 1 guess Mr.. Brown has it.
He keeps the addresses of the whole
staff, you know" And she was gone.
Miss Johnson boarded with friends
her mother had met during her one
city trip-a weeks excursion which
had taken in the Hippodrome and the
Flatiron building as wonders never to
be forgotten. Usually she took her
dinner downtown at a cheap table
d'hote, for Mrs. Palmer, her mothers
friend, did not care much for cooking
and besides it had been arranged
that way-roOm and breakfast, five
dollars a week. But tonight she would
go straight home without dinner. Per-
haps they would be making prepara-
tions for the great day. She bought
an evening paper, two bananas and
sweetened roll and started up the ele-
waited stairs.
She reached home and opened the
door with her latchkey. From every
indication every one was out. She
called for Mrs. Palmer but no reply
came.
Miss Johnson ate her meager repast
and then went to the kitchen for
drink of water. Her meal had been dry
and somehow it choked her a little.
Everything was so hard to swallow. Or
was it that the lump in her throat got
in the way?
At last ten o'clock came and Mrs.
Palmer walked in. "Oh," said Miss
Johnson, II came home early tonight
to know if could help you with the
dinner tomorrow. I'm going out my
self. But mother has always said
was handy with the dressing"
dressing? DinnerY' repeated Mrs.
Palmer in amazement. "Oh, land,
child I don't go to no fuss for Thanks
giving! What's the use? just says
to Bert Palmer and the kids, Now why
should l be standing over hot stove
for hours when in no time you'd have
all the stuff ct up?' So 1 let's 'em
The evening leader., 1918-11-26

"Yes, MISS" Mr.. Rast smilingly ad-
mitted. "But if some folks knew what
an extra menu / give for Thanksgiv-
ing they would not be eating home.
Trouble isn't that, altogether, but here
the business section there amt
much going on today. Have your
choice of tables" And with flourish
Mr.. Rast still retained his manner of
personal interest and of great desire
to please.
Lydia Johnson took her seat and
looked at the menu. It was just about
the same as usual, but Mr.. Rast had
been true to his boast. There on the
top was an additional sheet of thin pa
per, reading in watery ink, Especial
for Today" Below was '"Thanksgiv-
ing turkey and cranberry sauce.
Squash pie, apple cider"
Lydia ordered them, scarcely MOTTO
ing that they were little special in
price, too.
Olives and celery were put in front
of her and small dish of relish. She
tasted some and as she put down her
fork she saw Ned Courtney entering.
AS he caught sight of her his eyes
frightened and his step became more
buoyant. 'May I sit here?" he asked,
pointing to the vacant chair opposite
her.
"Yes, do," said Lydia quickly. "rm
all alone. I'm kind of homesick, any
way" she admitted, as her eyes shone
a little mistily. "They make regular
fuss over Thanksgiving day at home.
I'm from the country, you know. And
1 guess I'm still bit of a youngster.
It's my first Thanksgiving away from
home"
"And you're here, you poor child"
said Mr.. Courtney, who was possibly
two years her senior. "Of all the God
forsaken places in the world, the city
takes the lead on a holiday when
you've no special pals-and when
you've been used to the other kind. It's
my first Thanksgiving day here"
Mother makes an awful fuss over
the day." said Lydia. sand pop is just
as bad. Always jokes we're not going
to have turkey and we always do, of
course"
"Of course" agreed Mr.. Courtney
"and pumpkin pie and cider. I see
you've ordered the specials. Well,
guess will too. Squash pie, eh?
suppose they haven't any pumpkin"
They ate their dinner and each
The evening leader., 1918-11-26
Wondered if Mr.. Brown Had Invited
Her to Spend the Holiday With Him.

sleep and then runs down to the deli
catessen and gets a few cold cuts and
bit of potato salad for little extry.
Say, why don't you go to the pictures
more? I've been tonight to see The
Wayward Girls Return Home It was
sad but oh, so beautiful"
But Miss Johnson was not thinking
of the pictures. A few cold cuts and
potato salad for Thanksgiving, she
was thinking, and a football game and
the theaters and movies. No family
gathering, no turkey, no pumpkin pie
and cider. No children to be allowed
on that day to eat all they wanted.
Maybe it was a day of national gorg-
ing, but it was family day anyway
ard it was Thanksgiving day.
She tried to sleep. She didn't want
to think of the morrow. But she did,
and at the same time came the vision
OF Mr.. Brown, his watery eyes leering
at her, and his pudgy hands holding
hers so she couldn't escape, and his
lips-those fat lips-forcing-Oh no :!
She shivered and pulled the clothes
around her tighter. Why had she said
she would go? Perhaps he meant to
be kind. But he had always been a
little too kind, little too cOnsiderate,
it seemed now.
Sometimes she had noticed a strange
look on the part of Mr.. Courtney, es-
pecially that afternoon. She
felt Ned Courtney thought Mr.. Brown
dictated less and talked more than
was necessary. And it bothered her
But she was not sure, and she didn't
want to lose her job. 1t had been so
hard-beginning with everything so
new and different. OF all the men she
had met in New York she cared most
ly for Ned Courtney and his opinion.
He had seemed. sincere and every one
in the office spoke so highly of him.
She wondered what he'd think of this,
and then she wondered why she wished
she knew.
So she thought on. Morning came
Her eyes were heavy. Sleep had come
only in snatches. She dressed hastily
and then laughed at herself for hurry
ing. She wrote home and tried to
make her letter cheerful.
Lydia Lydia JOhnson" same Mrs.
Palmer's voice from downstairs. "a
gentleman to speak to you on the
phone"
Miss johnson went down the stairs
without hurrying. She had never ac-
quired the habit of running to the tele-
phone as If it were on fire and must
be put out by lifting the receiver.
"Hello," she said.
"oh, good-morning, Miss Johnson"
came the voice from the other end, Il
hope I didn't get you up out of bed.
No2 You're not a late sleeper even on
a holiday? Well, I always knew you
were smart. Just thought I'd call you
The evening leader., 1918-11-26

III See You've Ordered the Specials"
talked of the times at home-otheI
Thanksgivings.
"Do you come here often?" asked
Mr.. Courtney.
'Almost always" she answered. 81
wasn't going to come tonight, and then
I thought 1 would. I've never seen
you here before"
'NO, it's my first appearance, though
I guess I know all the other places
like this. One of the boys told me
about it at the Office. Where did you
think you'd go? rlean tonight, if you
hadn't come here?"
Mr.. Brown asked me to have dinner
with him. He said his wife and tive
kids were up with his mother-in-law,
who's sick. She lives in the country
and so he'd be all alone. 1 guess he
meant it kindly, but somehow I just
felt kind O. queer about going"
"Thank God you did," said Mr..
Courtney with a sudden burst of re.
Ggious fervor. "Wife and two kids
and a mother-in-law-all to fool you
with! Why he's not even married! 4
pity the poor creature who would ever
marry him. He's asked all the girls
in the Office to go out with him. He
threatens to fire 'em if they don't ac.
cept, but if they're any good at their
work he figures on business f1rst-and
besides it would look queer to the part.
nerS.
"Tve seen him eyeing you," he con-
tinued. "And I've said to myself often,
If he lays hand on her I'll Tried
to work on your homesickness! Ugh!"
Miss Johnson had turned crimson.
"Ive always been home Thanksgiving
BEFORE" she murmured again. She
had talked a good deal to Ned Court
ney in the shop and the girls had
teased her about him. But he had
never "asked her out" She felt mis-
erably friendless.
Listen" she heard him say, "I've
cared for you ever since you first
stepped into Jones & Cushing's, and
L VI AlhS W oCO JOu SlCp OuL. MY ITl-
theirs ready any day to hand over the
farm to me, and the farm life is the
real life. Will you-will you-in lit
tie while, marry me? Mr.. Brown can
fire us both. Well never be at his
mercy again on Thanksgiving day.
Well have country Thanksgiving
and we'll let the kids eat all they want
that is-later on" He grew uncom-
fortably red. He had been rushing a
little too fast.
Lydia looked at him first full mo-
ment, then looked away.
1--WE always wished you cared for
me-" she said softly. to the empty
table opposite.
"That's enough" said Mr.. Courtney,
"we'll make up for this, beginning with
Christmas"
Anything else?" murmured the
waiter for the third time.
"Oh," said Mr.. Courtney, "black cof-
fee for twoi"
Copyright. 1918. Western Newspaper UniaA.)
The evening leader., 1918-11-26

up to tell you we'll have that turkey
tonight at six you know. I'll be around
in plenty of time. Look your sweet
est"
"Oh, thank you, Mr.. Brown. Yes, I'll
be ready little before six"
At either end the receiver was hung
up and each went off discontented.
81 wonder if I'm wasting time and
money on her." meditated Mr.. Brown.
'It's all right to favor that country
idea she has of holiday but like a
little appreciation in return. -.
But guess I've got her where I want
her. Only I'd better not lose
The evening leader., 1918-11-26

out by rushing things. She's bit diff.
ferent from the usual run Of 'em."
Lydia returned to her room, passing
by the inquisitive eyes of Mrs. Palmer
without answer.
Later she breakfasted, or rather
lunched, with the Palmer family. She
played the piano little, and then, be-
fore returning to her room, decided
she would satisfy Mrs. Palmer's curl
osity.
"I'm going to dinner with Mr.. Brown
of the firm" she said. "He's a father
of children-not young and worthless u
She laughed little.
'That's good" said Mrs. Palmer,
'But what's he doing taking you out
today? Where's his kids?"
"Away to see sick grandmother ~
said Lydia, and as she said it she felt
that Mrs. Palmer nodded her head a
little too understandingly. Lydia
flushed slightly.
snow, listen, dearie," said Mrs. Pal
mer, "to a word Of motherly advice,
Get all that's comm to you. They
think more Of you when you make 'em
spend-and if he's old enough to be a
father-and take you out-he's likely
got enough of the wherewithal. Say
you like white furs. Tell him in a real
baby tone you did wish you could have
silver mesh bag. While promised
your mother I'd look after you, the
city's ways aren't the country's ways
leastwise, not so I'd know it. And ]
want to see you get on" She was
thinking secretly of a new rug she
might like herself. "Just work the old
boy for all he's worth, but take my ad.
vice, and never fall in love. They're
done with you then, and you lose inter.
est in Others"
Lydia had sat partly listening and
partly dreaming of the Thanksgiving
at home-the long table, her fathers
jokes, the children's ceaseless chatter
her mother hot and tired but beaming
She arose. ''I'll be careful" she said
as she bit her lip. "I won't fall in
love. Don't worry, Mrs. Palmer, I'm
not so young as you might Think
She went to her room and closed her
door with bang. Then softly opened
it. An hour went by and then another
Still another passed and Lydia was
growing impatient. Her hat and gloves
and coat were ready. She sat there
nervous and shaking. At last she
heard Mrs. Palmer's shrill voice:
Lydia, Lydia"
Lydia closed the door softly and
then opened it noisily. EYES," she
called back.
"I'm just going over to see the pic,
! lures for an hour. I'll be back in time
to fuss you up bit for tonight. Don't
worry. I'll only be gone an hour"
"All right, thank you, Mrs. Palmer
she called.
She waited five minutes, then ten
and at last put on her things. Quietly
she stole down the stairs. She opened
the door, looked up and down the
street and then hurriedly walked along
81 guess" she said slowly to herself
"I'll go downtown" And she went up
the stairs to the elevated.
81 suppose I'll have to eat" she
thought grimly.
Usually Rast's table d'hote was
| crowded. There people were always
The evening leader., 1918-11-26

standing waiting for seats, looking an
noyed and envious of those who were
almost finished but who took so long
over their coffee. Table d'hote diners
had no right to take so long over their
coffee, their expressions read quite
plainly. But Mr.. Rast was genial and
always held his crowds by q suave
smile and a confidential manner Of
saying to each customer, 'Pn have a
table In just moment for you"
But this evening there were few at
Rast's. The whole place looked
strangely empty.
"Plenty of tables tonight" said Mias
Johnson.