DAKOTA COUNTY HERALD; DAKOTA CITY, NEBRASKA.
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KIDNEY TROUBLE
WEARS YOU OUT
I had Kidney nnd Stomach trouble for
several years nnd lost over 40 pound n
weiHht! tried every remedy that I could
nnd got no relief until I took Swamp
Root. It pave me quicker relief than
anything that I ever uced. I now weigh
185 pounds nnd nm singing the prafeca
of Dr. Kilmer's Swamp Hoot nnd recom
mending its nee to all who have stomach
and kidney troubles.
Respectfully yours,
E. C. MENDENHALL,
McNeil. Arkansas.
SubKcrlbcd nnd sworn to before me, a
Notary Public, this 27th day of March,
1915. J. W. ItllhA,
Notary Public.
Prove What Swamp-Root Will Do For You
Send ten cents to Dr. Kilmer & Co,,
ninghamton. N. Y for n wmplo size bot
tle. It will convince nnvono. You will
also receive n booklet of valuable infor
mation, telling about the kidneys nnd blad
der. When writing, be Btiro nnd mention
this paper. Regular fifty-cent and one
dollar sire bottles for ealo at all drug
stores. Adv.
Not Always Flourishing.
"Lovo cannot lie."
"Mnybo not. Hut sometimes It gets
a trlflo bilious."
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TheCityof Numbered Days
By Francis Lynde
CoprrUlt it
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SYNOPSIS.
2
Droulllnrd. chief cnglnoor on tho Nl
tuola irrigation dam, boob out from camp
to Investigate a strango light and finds
an automobile party camped at the can
yon portal. Urouillard mcots J. Wesley
Cortwrlght.
fits. rcnr.rrsY, fat.t.ino bicknkss
M toil ped Uulvklr. Iflltr years of uninterrupted
succr oflr. Kluift's Kpllcpv Mrdtctno Insures
lasting results. I,AUIlKTllIAMiOTTLE KHEE. Ilt.
KLINU COMPANY, lttitl Hunk, N. J.-Adr,
4
Unnecessary.
"Do you tell your wifo everything?"
"It Isn't ncccsaary. My wlfo knows
everything."
Which Is the more guilty, tho
rich man who bribes one who
needs money or tho man who
takes It? If trouble comes, tho
man who takes the money usu
ally goes to prison. Should the
rich bribe-giver the tempter ,
spend Just as much time behind
tho bars?
CHAPTER II Continued.
Kill tho Files Now and Prevent
disease a DAISY FLY KILLER will do It.
Kills thousands. Lasts all season. All dealers
or six tout express paid for $1. II. B0MER8,
ICO Do Kalb Avo., Brooklyn, N. Y. Adv.
ously. "Oh, yos; tho farms aro al
ready thero. Naturo mndo thorn, you
know; sho merely forgot to arrango
for their watering." Ho was going on
to tell about tho oxhaustivo experi
ments tho department of agriculture
experts had been making upon tho
Buckskin soils when tho gentloman
whoso namo bad onco figured upon
countless thousands of lard packages
cut in.
"Mr. Broulllard, how far is it up to
whoro you aro going to build your
dam?"
"I'll bo glad to Bhow you tho way If
you caro to try," Broulllard offered;
and tho tontatlvo invitation was
promptly accepted.
Tho transfer of viewpoints from tho
lower end of tho canyon to tho upper
was effected without incident, savo at
its beginning, when tho fathor would
havo called down to tho young man
who had waded ashoro and was drying
"Van
"I was Just tolling Van Bruco that
nis thundering fish cartrldgo would
rnlHo thn nclchborB." tho trail climber
wont on with a stout man's chuckle, himself boforo tho campfiro,
And thon: "You'ro ono of tho reclama-1 Bruco won't caro to go," tho daughtor
So Sudden, Too.
Gcraldino Do you got mo?
Gerald Ib that a loap-ycar
posal? Now York Times.
pro-
Much Faster.
"Which Is tho quickest way to send
a message telephone or telegraph?"
"Toll a woman."
U. 8. Corn Imports.
Imports of corn into tho United
States, as reported by tho bureau of
forolgn and domestic commerce
amounted to G.011,000 bushols from
July 1 to November 30, 1915, and tho
exports wero 0,877,000 bushols. In tho
corresponding poriod last year Imports
woro respectively 7,762,000 and 5,427,-.
000 bushols.
Not Altogether a Success.
"Yes," tho young medico slghod,
"tho healing profession is full of dif
ficulties. Tho other day, for Instance,
I had a patient who ought to havo
gono to a warmer climate. Couldn't
Afford it. I decided to try hypnotism.
1 painted a largo sun on tho colling
and by suggestion induced him to
Ihlnk it was tho sun."
"And how did It work?" inquired
tho listener.
Tho doctor passed a hand wearily
over his brow.
"Ho's down with sunstroke," ho
said, sudly.
Great Russian Fighter.
Moro than any other mombor of tho
royal family, tho Grand Duko Nicholas
Nlcholaiovltch has dovoted himself to
tho profession of soldiering.
As a youth of twonty-ono In tho war
of 1877-1878 with Turkoy, ho wont with
his fathor, who boro the- samo namo,
,o tho Danubo and tho Balkans, whero
tho'oldor Nicholas was commander In
chlof of tho Russian forces in Euro
pean Turkoy,
Ho was thon a Junior offlcor In tho
hussar rogiment and was on tho staff
of General Radotzky. Ho took part in
tho campaigns of Plovna, Lovcha and
tho Shlpka paBS, rocolvod tho Cross
of St. Goorgo for valor, and established
tho foundation of his prosont hlgh'rop-
' utatlon bb n horsoman and oxport on
cavalry matters.
EXPERIMENTS
Teach Things of Value.
Whoro ono has novor mado tho ox
jjorlmont of leaving off coffoo and
.drinking Posturu, it is still easy to
loom something about It by reading
itho experiences of othors.
Drinking Postum is a pleasant way
out of coffoo troublos. A Penn. man
.says;
"My wffo was a victim of norvous
moss, weak stomach and loss of np
potlto for years; and although wo ro
.sorted to numerous methods for ro
ilicf, ono of which was a chango from
coffoo to tea, it waB all to no purpoBo.
'"Wo know coffoo was causing tho
trouhlo but could not find anything to
tako Its placo until wo tried PoBtum.
"Within two weeks after Bho quit coffoo
.and bogan using Postum almost all of
lior troubles had disappeared as if by
magic. It waB truly wonderful. Hor
nervousness was gono, stomach trou
ble rollovod, nppotlto Improved and,
abovo all, a nlght'B rcBt wao coraplcto
and refreshing.
"This sounds llko nn exaggeration,
jib it all happened bo quickly. Each
day there was improvement, for tho
Postum was undoubtedly strengthen
ing hor. Every partlclo of this good
work I duo to drinking PoBtum in
placo of coffoo." Namo given by Pos
tum Co., Battle Creek. Mich.
PoBtum comes In two forms:
Postum Cereal tho original form-
must bo well boiled. lGo and 2Cc pkgs. wrigut'o charactor bogan to fade
Hon onglnoors? Great work tho gov
ornmont Is undertaking hero. You
aro connected with it, aren't you?"
Broulllard's nod was for tho man,
but his words woro for tho young
woman whoso beauty refused to bo
quonched by tho touring handicaps.
"Yes, I nm In chargo of it," ho said.
"Hal" said tho stout man, and this
tlmo tho oxclamatlon was purely ap
probatlvo. "Chlof engineer, oh? That's
fine, flnol My namo Is Cortwrlght
J. Wesloy Cortwrlght of Chicago. And
yours Is ?"
Broulllard named himself in ono
word. Strangers usually found him
bluntly unresponslvo to nnythlng llko
offuslvoncss, but ho was finding It cu
riously difficult to resist tho good
natured heartiness which seemed to
oxudo from tho talkative gentleman,
overlaying him llko tho honoydow on
tho leaves In a droughty forest.
If Mr. J. Wesloy Cortwrlght's sur
priso on hearing tho Broulllard sur
namo was not genulno it wao at least
an oxcollent Imitation.
"Well, well, woll you don't say!
Not of tho Broulllards of Knox county,
Indiana? but, of courso, you muBt bo."
"Yos." said Broulllard. "Our branch
of tho family Bottled near VInconnos,
and my fathor was on tho bench, whon
ho wasn't In politics."
"What? Not Judgo Antolno! Why,
my dear young man! Do you know
that I onco had tho pleasuro of intro
ducing your good fathor to my bank
ers in Chicago? It was years ago, nt
a tlmo whon ho was Interested In float
ing a bond lssuo for somo growing In
dustry down on tho Wabash. And to
think that away out horo in this howl
ing wilderness, a thousand mllos from
nowhoro, as you might say, I should
meet his son I"
Broulllard laughed and fell headlong
Into tho pit of triteness.
"Tho world Isn't so very big whon
you como to surround It properly, Mr.
Cortwrlght," ho assorted.
"You aro wondering what fool no
tion chased us away out horo in tho
dcBort whon wo had a comfortablo ho
tol to stop at," ho rattlod on. "I'll
toll you, Mr. Broulllard In confidence
It was curiosity raw, country curios
ity. Tho papers and magazines havo
boon full of this Buckskin reclamation
schomo, and wo wanted to boo tho
placo whero all tho wonderful miracles
woro going to got thomsolveB wrought
out. Havo you got tlmo to 'put us
next?'"
Broulllard, as tho son of tho man
who had bfcon introduced to tho Chi
cago money gods in his hour of need,
could scarcely do loss than to tako tho
tlmo. Tho project, ho explained, con
templated tho building of a high dam
across tho uppor ond of tho Nlquola
canyon and tho convortlng of tho In
land valley abovo Into a great storago
rcsorvolr. From this resorvolr a series
of distributing canals would lead tho
wator out upon tho arid lands of tho
Buckskin nnd tho mlraclo would bo a
fact accomplished.
"Suro, surol" said tho cheorful quer
ist, fcoltng In tho pockets of tho au-'
tomobllo coat for a cigar. At tho
match-striking Instant ho rcmomborcd
a thing neglected. "By Goorgo! you'll
havo to pardon mo, Mr. Broulllard; I'm
always forgetting tho llttlo social dow
dabs. Lot mo prosont you to my
daughtor Gonovlovo. Gono, shako
hands with tho son of my good old
frlond, Judgo Antolno Broulllard of
VInconnos."
It wan rathor awkwardly dono, and
somehow Broulllard could not help
fancying that Mr, Cortwrlght could
havo dono it bettor. But whon tho
unquonchablo beauty stripped hor
gauntlet and gavo him her hand, with
a dazzling smllo and a word of ac
knowledgment which was not bor
rowed from hor father's oftuslvo vo
cabulary, ho Btralghtway foil Into an
other pit of triteness nnd his saving
first Impressions of Mr. J. Wesloy Cort-
hastened to say; and Broulllard, whoso
gift it was to bo ablo to pick out and
identify tho human derelict at long
range, understood perfectly well tho
reason for tho young woman's hasty
Interruption. Ono result of tho suc
cessfully marketed lard packages was
very plainly evident In tho dissipated
faco and hangdog attitudo of tho mar
keter's son.
Conversation flagged on tho climb
from tho Buckskin level to that of tho
reservoir valley; but whon they
reached tho plno treo of tho anchored
bluoprlnts nt tho uppor portal, Mr.
Cortwrlght recovered his breath suffi
ciently to gasp his appreciation of tho
prospoct and Us possibilities.
"Why, good goodness, Mr. Broull
lard, it's practically all dono for you!"
ho wheezed, taking in tho lovol, moun-tain-Inclosed
valloy with an appralslvo
MM Iff
lira
IggjJ
"Chief
Engineer, eh?
Flnol"
That's Fine,
Instant Postum a solublo powdor
dissolves quickly In a cup of hot wa
tor, and, with croam and sugar, makes
a delicious bovnra'go Instantly. 30c
and 50c tins.
Both forms aro equally delicious
and cost about tho samo por cup.
"Thore's a Roas.ju" for Postum.
oold by Orocors
"I'm immensely interested," was
Miss Cortwrlght's commont on tho out
lining of tho reclamation projoct. "Do
you mean to say that real farms with
grcon things growing on thorn can bo
mado out of that frightful dosort wo
drove over yostorday afternoon 7"
liruulllaid smilod and plunged fatu-
oyo-Bwoop. "What will you do? build
your dam right horo and tako out your
canal through tho canyon? Is that tho
plan?"
Broulllard nodded and went a llttlo
further Into details, showing how tho
Inward-arching barrier would be an
chored into tho two opposing mountain
buttresses.
"And tho structure itself how high
Is It to bo?"
"Two hundred foet abovo tho spill
way apron foot; concroto and stool."
"Then you' aro going to need Port
land comont a whole lot of It. Whoro
will you got it? And how will you got
it horo?"
Broulllard smiled Inwardly at tho
pork packer's Buddonly awakened in
torost In tho technical ways and
means. His four years In tho dosort
had taken him out of touch with a
monoy-maklng world, and this momen
tary contact with ono of its successful
dovotoos was lllumluutlng.
CHAPTER III Cr&J)
No Hasy mam
"Wo aro in luck on tho cement prop
ositlon," Broulllard told tho eager
monoy-makor. "Wo shall probably
manufacture our own Bupply right
horo on tho ground."
"H'm," Bald tho mllllonalro; "a co
mont plant, oh? Tho materials havo
all boon testod, I supposo?"
"Oh, yos; wo'vo had exports In horo
for moro than a year. Tho material Is
all right."
"And your labor?"
"On tho dam, you moan? Wo shall
work all tho Indians wo can got from
tho Navajo reservation, forty-odd miles
south of horo; for tho remainder wo
shall import mon from tho States."
Mr. Cortwrlght's calculating oyo
rovod onco moro over tho attractive
prospect.
"Puol for your r-owor plant? wood,
I tako It?" ho surmised; and than:
"Oh, I forgot; you say you havo coal."
SUP
C
"Tes; thero Is coal, of a sort; good
enough for tho cement kilns. For
power wo shall utilize tho river. Thoro
is mother small canyon at tho bond of
tho valloy whoro a temporary dam can
bo built which will dollvor power
enough to run anything an ontlro
manufacturing city, If wo had ono."
"No chanco for a man to got tho
thin edgo of a wodgo In nnywhoro,"
lamented tho monoy-makor despair
ingly. Then his oyo lighted upon tho
graybcard dump of a solitary mlno
high up on tho faco of Mount Chi
gringo. "What's that up thero?" ho
demanded.
"It Is a mlno," said Broulllard, show
ing Miss Cortwrlght how to adjust tho
fioldglass for tho shorter distance.
"Two mon named Massingalo, father
and son, aro working it, I'm told." And
then again to Miss Gonovlovo: "That
Is their cabin on tho trail a llttlo to
tho right of tho tunnel opening."
"I seo it qulto plainly," Bho returned.
"Two people aro Just leaving It to rldo
down tho path a man and a woman,
I think, though tho woman If It Ib a
woman Is riding on a man'B saddle."
Broulllard's eyebrows went up In a
llttlo arch of surprise. Harding, the
topographical engineer who had mado
all tho preliminary surveys and had
spent tho hotter part of tho former
summor in tho Niquola, had reported
on the Masslngales, fathor and son, and
his report had convoyed a hint of pos
slblo antagonism on tho part of the
mlno owners to tho government proj
ect. But there had boon no mention
of a womnn.
"Tho Massingalo mine, eh?" broke
in tho appraiser of values crisply.
"They showed us somo oro specimens
from that property while wo wero stop
ping over In Red Butto. It's rich
good and plenty rich If thoy havo tho
quantity. And somebody told mo they
had the quantity, too; only It was too
far from tho railroad couldn't Jack
freight It profitably over tho TIman
yonls." "In which case it Is ono of many,"
Broulllard said, taking refugo In tho
generalities.
But Mr. Cortwrlght was not to bo so
easily diverted from the pointed par
ticulars tho particulars having to do
with tho pursuit of tho market trail.
"I'm beginning to got my feet on
bottom, Broulllard," ho said, dropping
tho courtesy prefix and shoving his fat
hands dcop Into tho pockets of tho
dust-coat. "Thoro'a a business propo
sition hero, and it looks mighty good
to mo. I toll you, I can smell money
in this valloy of yours scads of It."
Broulllard laughed. "It Is only tho
fragrance of future reclamatlon-serv-lco
appropriations," ho suggested.
"Thero will bo a good bit of money
spent hero before tho Buckskin desert
gets its maiden wotting."
"I don't mean that at all," was the
Impatient rejoinder. "Let mo show
you: you aro going to have a popula
tion of Bomo sort. That's tho basis.
Then you'ro going to need cement,
lumber and steel. It can bo manufac
tured right horo on tho spot."
"Tho cement and tho lumber can bo
produced hero, but not the steel,"
Broulllard corrected.
"That's where you'ro off," snapped
tho mllllonalro. "Thoro aro flno oro
beds in tho Hophras and a pretty good
quality of coking coal. Ton or twolvo
mlle3 of a narrow-gaugo railroad would
dump tho pig metal into tho upper end
of your valloy, and thero you aro.
With a small reduction plant you could
tell tho big steel peoplo to go hang."
"Unquestionably. But this Is a case
of can't-holp-lt," Broulllard argued.
"You couldn't begin to Interest private
capital in any of those industries you
speak of."
"Why not?" was tho curt demand.
"Bocauso whon tho dam is complet
ed and tho spillway gates aro closed,
tho Niqoyastcadjo and everything In it
will go down undor two hundred feet
of wator."
"Tho what?" queried Miss Cort
wrlght. "Tho Niqoyastcadjo 'Placo-whero-thoy-camo-up'
" said Broulllard, eluci
dating for her. "That Is tho Navajo
namo for this valloy. Our map mak
ors shortened it to 'Nlquola' and tho
cowmen of tho Buckskin foothills havo
cut that to 'Nick-wire. "
This bit of explanatory place lore
was entirely lost upon Mr. J. Wesloy
Cortwrlght.
"Say, Broulllard," ho cut in, "you get
mo tho right to build that power dam,
and glvo mo tho contracts for what
material you'd rathor buy than mako,
and I'll bo switched It I don't tako a
shot at this drowning proposition my
self. I toll you, it looks pretty good
to mo. What do you say?"
"I say," laughed tho young chief of
construction, "that I'm only a hired
man. You'll havo to go a good fow
rounds higher up on tho authority lad
dor to closo a deal llko that. I'm not
suro It wouldn't requlro nn act of
congross."
"Well, by Goorgo, wo might got oven
that if wo had to," was tho optimistic
assertion. "You think about It."
"I guess it isn't my think," said
Broulllard, inclined to tako tho rotlrod
pork packor's suggestion as tho moro
ravings of a monoy-mad promoter.
"Ab tho government onglnoor in
chargo of this work, I couldn't afford
to be identified ovon as a friendly In
termediary in any such schemo as tho
ono you aro proposing."
"Of courso, I supposo not," agreed
tho would-bo promotor, Bucking his
undor lip In a way ominously familiar
to his antagonists in tho wheat pit.
Then ho glanced at his watch and
changed tho subject abruptly. "We'll
havo to bo straggling back to tho
chug-wagon. Much obliged to you,
Mr. Broulllard. Will you como down
and sqo us off?"
At tho final doscont In tho trail, with
tbo Buckskin blankncsscs showing
hotly bnyond tho curtaining pinoa,
thoy passed at a stop from romance to
tho crudo realities,
Tho realities woro basing themsolveo
upon tho advent of two newcomers,
riding down tho Chlgrlngo trail to tho
ford which had been tho sceno of tho
flsh slaughtering; a sunburnt young
man in goatskin "chaps," flannel shirt
and a flapping Stetson, and a girl
whoso face reminded Broulllard of ono
of tho Madonnas, whoso namo nnd
painter ho strovo vainly to recall. Ton
aoconds farther along tho homes of
tho pair wero sniffing suspiciously at
tho automobile, and tho young man
undor tho flapping hat was telling Van
Bruco Cortwrlght what ho thought of
cartrldgo fishermen in general, and
of this present cartrldgo fisherman in
particular.
"Which tho samo, being translated
Into Buckskin English, hollers like
this," ho concluded. "Don't you tote
BMM MOT WAITER'
MIHM IDF TOW
Says glass of hot water' with
phosphate before breakfast
washes out poisons.
ISPI!! ilillm
Sho Re-
If you wako up with a bad tasto, bad
breath and tonguo Is coated; if your
head is dull or aching; if what you eat
sours and forms gas and acid in stom
ach, or you aro bilious, constipated,
norvous, sallow and can't get fooling
Just right, begin drinking phosphatcd
hot water. Drink boforo breakfast, a
glass of real hot wator with a tea
spoonful of llmestono phosphato in it.
This will flush tho poisons and toxins
from stomach, liver, kldneya and bow
oIb and cleanso, sweeten and purify
tho entire alimentary tract Do your
lnsldo bathing immediately upon aris
ing in tho morning to wash out of tho
system all tho previous day's poison
ous wasto, gases and sour btlo boforo
putting moro food into tho stomach.
To feel llko young folks feel; llko
you felt boforo your blood, norves and
muscles became loaded with bodylm- -Q
purities, get from your druggist or
storekeeper a quarter pound of llmo-
stone phosphato which is inoxponsivo
and almost tasteless, excopt for a
sourish tingo which Is not unpleasant.
Just as soap and hot wator act on
tho Bkln, cleansing, sweetening and
freshening, so hot water and lime
stone phosphato act on tho stomach,
Uvor, kldnoya and bowels. Men and
women who aro usually constipated,
bilious, headachy or havo any Btomach L
disorder should begin this Inaldo bath- ".
ing boforo .breakfast. Thoy are as
sured thoy will become real cranks on
tho subject shortly. Adv.
"I See It Quite Plainly,"
turned.
any moro flsh ca'trldge3 Into this her
roso'vatlon; not no moro, whatsoever.
Who says so? Well, If anybody should
ask, you might say It was Tig Smith,
foreman o' tho Tri'-CIrc' outfit. No, 1
ain't no game warden, but what I saj
goes as sho lays. Savez?"
Broulllard walked his companion
down to tho car and helped her to a
seat In tho tonneau. Sho repaid hlra
with a nod and a omlle, and when he
saw that tho crudities wero not
troubling hor ho stepped asldo and un
consciously fell to comparing tho two
tho girl on horseback and his walk
ing mate of the canyon passage.
They had llttlo enough In common,
apart from their descent from Eve, ha
decided and tho decision Itself was
subconscious. Tho millionaire's daugh
ter was a warm blonde, beautiful,
queenly, a finished product of civiliza
tion and high-priced culture; a wom
an of tho world. And tho girl on horse
back? A rathor slight figure, a face
winsome, masses of copper-brown hair,
oyes ... Ho caught hlmsolf won
dering If her cowboy lover he had
already Jumped to tho sentimental
conclusion hod over been ablo to look
Into thoso steadfast eyes and trifle
with tho truth.
Whon tho fish-slaughtering matter
was Anally settled not by tho tendox
of monoy that Mr. Cortwrlght had
mado tho man Smith and his pretty
rldjng mate galloped through tho ford
and disappeared among tho barreu
hills.
"Au rovoir, Mr. Brouillard," said th
princess, as tho big car righted Itsoll
for tho southward flight Into tho des
ert. "If I wore you I shouldn't fall In
lovo with the calm-eyed goddess who
rides llko a man. Mr. Trl'-Clrc Smith
might object, you know."
Thoro was something almost heart
warming In tho bit of parting badi
nage; but tho warmth might have
glvon placo to a disconcerting chill if
ho could have heard Mr. J. Wesley
Cortwrlght's remark to his seat com.
panion.
"Ho isn't going to bo tho dead easy
mark I hopod to find In tho son of the
old bankrupt halr-spllttor, Genlo, girl.
But he'll como down and hook himself
all right If tho bait is woll covored
with his particular brand of sugar,
Don't you forgot It."
CHAPTER IV
Sands of Pactolus
In Doubt.
"Could you lend mo a dollar till
Tuesday?"
"I could, only thoro aro so many
Tuesdays, and I'm afraid you may bo
thinking of ono about ten years from
now."
Easter
Taking No Risk.
"Aren't .you wearing your
hat a triflo early, Doris?"
"Yes, I suppose I am, but I'm afraid
it might bo out of fashion boforo
Easter Sunday."
At tho ago of 21 a man attributes all
his troubles to "cruel fate." At 50 ho
blames his "cursed luck."
AFTER SIX YEARS
I IIIIIIUJjIIVsllllllll
1 1 MEttywXiBV'4 1 1
P$l i
NSJa-SSS
EH? Vi ' I
Iwfe4
-AKvasafcv.M
ii m m
" f wry- ' f-
m
m
Woman Made Well by Lydia
E. Pinkham's Vegetable
Compound.
Columbus.Ohio. "I had almost given
tip. I had been sick for six years with
lenialo troubles ana
nervousness. I had
a pain in my right
sido and could not
cat anything with
out hurting my
stomach. I could
not drink cold water
at all nor eat any
kind of raw fruit,
nor fresh meat nor
chicken. From 178
pounds I went to
IIS and would get so weak at times that
I fell over. I began to tako Lydia E.
Pinkham's Vegetablo Compound, and
ten days later I could eat and it did not
hurt my stomach. I havo taken tho
medicine ever slnco nnd I feel like a
new woman. I now weigh 127 pounds
bo you can seo what it has dono for mo
already. My husband says ho knows
your mediclno has Baved my life."
Mrs. J. S. Barlow, 1C24 South 4th St,
Columbus, Ohio.
Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetablo Com
pound contains just tho virtues of roots
nnd herbs needed to restore health and
'strength to tho weakened organs of tho
body. That is why Mrs. Barlow, a
chronic invalld,recovered so completely.
It pays for women suffering from any
female ailments to insist upon having
Lydia E. Pinkham'a Vegetablo Compound.
If Victor Broulllard had been dis
posed to spoculato curiously upon the
possibilities suggested by Mr. J. Wes
loy Cortwrlght on tho occasion of tho
capitalist's brief visit to tho Nlquola,
thero was llttlo lolsuro for it. Fairly
confronting his problem, Brouillard
did not find himself hampered by de
partmental Inortla. Whllo ho waB rap
Idly organizing his forco for tho con
structive attack, tho equipment and
preliminary matorial for tho upbuild
ing of tho great dam wero piling up
by tho tralnload on tho sidetracks at
Quesado, and at onco tho man and
boast killing task of rushing tho exca
vating outfit of machinery, teams,
scrapers, rock-drilling Installations,
steam shovels, and tho llko, over tho
War Arrow trail was begun.
What will be the first step
Broulllard takes to thwart the
great efforts of Cortwrlaht and
congressional politicians In their
concession-grabbing scheme?
Watch for developments in tho
next Installment.
tTO BE CONTINUED.)
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