IN THE SCENTED SOUTH.

Hot Lakes Chronicle, Volume 2, Issue 127, 26 June 1895, Page 2

IN THE SCENTED SOUTH.

Away down South, in the Coral Seas, where bvd'ad is. grown to y<jur baud on. i trees< where civilisation had never conic to teach the natives the joys of ruin; where hardly ever this Eden enter the land boom hank an 1 the cent per center; joy sits aloft in the cloudless dome, storms seldom disturb tho oc • in's foam. Health and beauty for ayp endure'; by etrengri) of the virtu ■■ of Warner's Cure. List to the yarn of the Scentc 1 South', whore all is peace and there comes no di - outh —Story of Alio and Chieftain Wulf. and Ids terrible leap o'er the Dead Man's Gulf. Alie and Wulf had plighted a troth, and enduring vows were intoned by both; but Alie's papa, a Heap Big Chief, would make no way for their love's relief. He suffered from chronic disease of the liver, which, jnido him aught but a goaid lawgiver; an I lie swore by the men lie hnd plain in bis youth, and he swore by the shark and its sacred tooth, that never should Alie become a bride till his health recovered or else lie died. One day Wulf strayed in a bitter mood to the lone seashore to mourn and brood o'er llie fate that in ide love's silver river be turned in its course by a hob-nailed liver. And Wulf. by and bye, looking out on the bay, saw on the reef, where the sea-birds play, that a white man's ship had found a home on the dead-white coral and de.ul-whito foam, and the coming tide brought in bits of wreck from the cargo holds and the timbered dock. Part of it floats to the feet of Wulf, part of it ebbs to the Dead Man's Gulf, and for all that day and its parent week the natives ransacked every bight and crock ; and they sampled the wreck from the kerosene to the tins of fish and the crude benzine, and they mixed up olives and castor-oil, fend made a feast with no end of toil. And they started with jam and wound up with ink, and vinegar made them a cooling drink. Of course the result was a harrowing thing—from the poorest slave to the bilious king the population was deathly ill, and it knew no word of the SAFE Cure Pill. But in hunting over the wreck one day, they came to a place where some boxes lay" and they drank of the fluid therein, which, sure, was nothing less than the great Safe Cure. And when it ran out, the king with the liver remarked that he'd be a cheerful giver of any boon to the man who'd bring a supply of the SAFE Cure that cured a king. Young Wulf knew where <>n the Dead Man's Ledge a supply of Warner's lay on the e Ige of the dizzy depth where the wave; had thrown it with nnne to know it — none to own it. Aid then in sight of the li-il)-. did Wulf essay the loap-of.the.Doad Man's Gulf; and he made the !<s:tp, and he brought the cure—the euro that's safe t . ever endure—he brought the cure, we say, to the king, and demanded the boon and a wedding ring. You know the rest. The king got v-eli, and Wulf secured the wfecked ship's bell ; an 1 though he made a terrible clangour, no complaint was hied, for the king's old laugbur had disappeared with a case of Warner's, uud that statement of fact can provoke no scorners. And Wulf married Alio, but her pa's quite sure that th" best wife for him is Warner's Safe Cure.