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CHAPTER XV Continued.
17
"Stay by the wall, you madman,"
"Webster ordered. "There'll be enough
left to ride down those men In the
street and saber tlieml"
And there werel They died to a
man, nnd the sndly depleted troop of
guards galloped on, leaving Don Juan
and Webster unscathed on the side
walk, the only two living men unhurt
)n that shambles.
Not for long, however, did they have
the street to themselves. Around the
corner of the palace wall limousine,
with the curtains drawn, ewung on iwo
wheels, skidded, struck the carcass of
a horse and turned over, catapulting
the chauffeur into the middle of the
street.
"Sarrosl" shrieked Don .Tuan abd
ran to the overturned vehicle. It was
quite empty.
"Bully boy, Senor Sarros," Webster
laughed. "He's turned a pretty trick,
hasn't he? Sent his guards out to
hack a pathway for an empty limou
sine ! That means he s hoping to draw
the watchers from the other gUel"
But'Don Juan Cnfetero was not lis
tening; he was running nt top speid
for the south gate of the palace
grounds end Webster followed.
As they swung Into the street upon
which this south gate opened, Webster
saw that It was deserted of nil save
the dead, for Sarros' clever ruse had
worked well and had had the effect of
arousing the curiosity of his enemies
as to the cause of the uproar at the
north gate, In consequence of which
they had all scurried around the block
to see what they could see, thus ac
cording Sarros the thing he desired
most a fighting chance and a half
minute to get through the gate and
lieaded for the steamship landing with
out Interference.
Webster and Don Juan came abreast
the high, barred gate in, the thick, 20
foot masonry wall ns the barrier swung
back and a man, In civilian clothes,
thundered through on a magnificent
Day thoroughbred. '
"That's him. Shtop the dlvlll"
screamed Don Juan. "They'll do the
decent thing be me If I take him
alive."
To Webster, who had acquired the
art of snap shooting while killing time
In many a lonely camp, the bay charg
er offered an easy mark. "Hate to
down that beautiful animal," he re
marked and pulled away.
The horse leaped Into, the air and
came down stiff -legged ; Sarros spurred
It cruelly, and the gallant beast strove
to gather Itself Into Its stride, stag
gered and sank to Its knees, as with a
wild Irish yell Don Juan Cafetero
reached the dictator's side.
Sarros drew a revolver, but before
he could use It Don Juan tapped him
smartly over the head with his rifle
barrel, and the man toppled Inertly to
the ground beside his dying horse.
"More power to ye sor," Don Juan
called cheerily nnd turned to receive
Webster's approval.
What he saw paralyzed him for an
Instant. Webster was standing beside
the gate, firing Into a dozen of Sarros'
soldiery who were pouring out of a
house Just across the street, where for
an hour they had crouched unseen and
unheard by the Ruey men at the gate.
They were practically out of ammuni
tion and had merely been awaiting a
favorable opportunity to escape before
the rebels should enter the city In
force nnd the house-to-hous search
for snipers should begin. They had
been about to emerge and bat a hasty
retreat, when Sarros rode out nt the
gate, and with a rush they followed,
gaining the sidewalk In time to be wit
nesses to the dictator's downfall.
For a moment they had paused, hud
dled on the sidewalk behind their offi
cer, who, turning to scout the street
up and down, beheld John Stuart Web
ster standing by the gate with an au
tomatic In his hand. At the same In
stant Webster's attention had been at
tracted to the little band on the slde
walk; In their leader he recognized no
less a pcrsonnge than his Inte acquain
tance, the fire eating Capt. Jose Ren
avldes. Colncldentally Benavldes rec
ognized Webster.
It was an nwkward situation. Web
ster realized the Issue was about
to be decided, that If he would
have It In his favor, he should waste
not one split-second before killing the
mercurial Hennvldes as the latter
stood staring nt him. It wno not a
question, now, of who should beat the
other to the draw, for each had al
ready filled his hand. It was a ques
tion, rather, ns to who should recover
first from his astonishment. If Bena
vldes decided to let bygones be by
gones and retreat without firing ..
shot, then Webster was quite willing
to permit him to pass unmolested; In
deed, r,ach was his aversion to shoot
ing any man, so earnestly did he hope
the Sobrnntean would consider that
discretion was the better part of valor,
that he resolved to Inculcate that Idea
la tie Hotspur.
"Captain Bonavldes," he said suave
ly, "your cause Is lost. If you care to
SBoape aboard the steamer, I will see
to It that you are not removed from
feer htrfore she sails; If you care to
aorrtnder to m now, I give you my
TDM "f onor rem will not be exe-
By PETER B. KYNE
Author of "Cppy Ricks," "The Valley of the
Benavldes might have had, and
doubtless did have, his faults, but
cowardice was not one of them. And ho
did have the ghost of a sense of hu
mor. An evil smile flitted over his
olive features.
"Without taking Into consideration
the bnyonets at my back," he replied,
"It strikes mo the odds are oven now.
And yet you patronize me."
Webster was nettled. "I'd rather
do that than kill you, Benavldes," h
retorted. "Don't be a fool. Run
along and sell your papers, and tako
your pitiful llttlo sandal-footed bri
gands with you. Scat I"
Benavldes' hand, holding his pistol,
had been hanging loosely at his side.
With his furious glance meeting Web
ster's unfalteringly, with the merest
movement of his wrist and scarcely
without movement of his forearm, ho
threw up his weapon and fired.
Scarcely a fifth of a second had
elapsed between tho movement of his
wrist nnd tho pressure of his finger
on the trigger; Webster, gazing stend
lly Into the somber eyes, had noted
no hint of the man's Intention, nnd
was caught actually off his guard.
The bullet tore through his biceps,
momentarily paralyzing him, nnd his
automatic dropped clattering to the
sidewalk; as he stooped nnd recovered
It, Benavldes fired ugnln, creasing
the top of his left shoulder. Tho
Sobranteam took aim for a third and
finishing shot, but when he pulled tho
trigger the hammer fell on a defective
cartridge, which gave to John Stuart
Webster all the advantage he craved.
He planted n bullet In Benavldes' ab-
Webster Planted a Bullet In Benavldes
Abdomen.
domen with his first shot, blew out
the .duelist's brains with his second,
and whirled to meet the charge of the
little sandal-footed soldados, who,
seeing their leader fallen, had with
out an Instant's Hesitation and appar
ently by mutual consent decided to
avenge him.
Webster backed dazedly toward tho
wall, firing ns he did so, but he was
too dizzy to shoot effectively, and tho
semicircle of bayonets closed In on his
front. Ho had wounded three men
wlthotn stopping them; a second
more, nd their long, elghteen-lnch
bayonets would hao been In his
vitals, when Into the midst of tho
melee, from tho rear, dashed Don
Juan Cafetero, shrieking like a fiend
and swinging his rifle, which he held
grasped by tho barrel.
Webster saw a bayonet lunging to
ward him. lie lifted his leg and
caught the point on his boot-heel while
with his last cartridge he killed tho
man behind the bayonet, just as the
lattcr's next-rank man thrust straight
and true In under the American's left
arm, while n third man Jabbed at his
stomach and got the bayonet homo In
his hip. These two thrusts, delivered
almost simultaneously, by their Im
pact carried their victim backward
against the wall, against which his
head collided with a smart thud. He"
fell forward on his face; before his
assailants could draw back for a fin;
lshlng thrust. In ense tho gringo need
ed It, which they doubted, Don Juun
Cafetero had brained them both.
Standing above tho man he loved,
with the lattcr's body between his
outspread legs, Don Juan Cafetero
stood for the final accounting, his but
termilk eyes gleaming hatred and war
madness, his lips drawn back from
his snaggle teetli, his breast rising
and falling ns they closed In around
him. For a few seconds he was visi
ble swinging his rifle like a flail,
magnificent, untcrrlfled and then n
bayonet slipped In under his guard.
It was the end.
With a final great effort that used
up the last strength In his drink
corroded muscles he hurled his rifle
Into the midst of his four remaining
enemies, before he swayed and toi
pled full length on top of Webster,
shielding with his poor body the man
who Mad fiiiinl o flam tli dying
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ember of mnnbood In tho wreck that
drink nnd tho dovll had cast up on the
Caribbean coast
For Don Juan Cafetero It had been
a long, Joyous, thirsty day, but at
last the day was done. And In order
to make certain, a soldado Jabbed him
once moro through tho vitals before
ho fled with the other survivors.
For half an hour after Webster left
her to assist the great-hearted Mother
Jenks In the rough enro of tho wound
ed, Dolores, absorbed In her work of
mercy, gave all of her thought to tho
grim task before her. Tho cries, fol
lowed by the sudden, savago outbreak
of fire when the gunrds made their
dash from the palace, brought Web
ster and Don Junji to mind Instantly.
In a quick access of terror and appre
hension she clung, trembling, to stolid
old Mother Jenks.
"Somebody's breakln' In or breakln'
out," tho veteran decided calmly.
"Come to tho corner, dearie, an' 'avo
a look."
She half dragged Dolores to the cor
ner, from which they had nn unob
structed view down the cross-street
to Its Intersection three blocks dlGtant
with tho Callo San Rosarlo; conse
quently they saw the dozen or more
survivors of that Ill-fated dash from
the north gate of Uie palace flnsh for
a second across their lino of vision.
Mother Jenks croaked dismally, like
a disreputable old raven ; sho was try
ing to'cheer.
"The rats are leavln' the slnkln'
ship," she wheezed. "Come nn' see
them tyke the devils as killed my
sainted 'finery." She broke eagerly
from Delorcs' detaining grasp and ran
down the street. Dolores hesitated a
moment; then, reasoning that her duty
lay in pursuing Mother Jenks nnd
preventing her from rushing hendlong
Into the conflict, she followed.
Evidently the fleeing gunrds had
scurried around a comer Into a cross
street shortly after Dolores and Moth
er Jenks hnd seen them gallop pnst,
for tho firing down tho Calle San Ro
sarlo had ceased entirely by the time
they reached It. They stood a moment
at the corner, gazing up tho street at
the dead man and beast with the
wounded crawling out of the shambles
to the sidewalk.
Mother Jenks nodded approvingly as
triumphant shouts from the north gate
told her the Ruey men were pouring
Into the palace; with their arms about
each other the two women watched
and waited and presently tho nation
al flag on the palace came flattering
down from Its staff, to be raised again
with the red banner of revolution flut
tering above it, the Insignia of a na
tion reborn.
"My lamb," Mother Jenks said soft
ly to Dolores, "the war Is over. Wot's
the matter with goln' In the south gate
an' wytln' on the palaco steps for the
provisional president to make his
grand ountray? If we 'esltato five
minutes they'll have a bloomln' guard
on both gates, arskin' us 'oo we are
an' wot wo wan.t."
"But Mr. Webster will come back
to that back street looking for me;
I must go back and wait there for
him."
"Wyte, nothlnkl" Mother Jenks
overruled tho girl's protest roughly.
"E'U 'ave gone Into tho palace with
the crowd for a look-see; we'll meet
'lm there an' Byve 'lm the trouble o'
'untln for us. Cornel" And sho half
dragged the shrinking girl toward the
gate, a block distant, whero only a
few minutes before Webster and Don
Juan Cafetero had made their Inef
fectual stand.
"Don't look at tho blighters, honey,"
Mother Jenks warned Dolores when,
In upproachlng the gate, she caught
sight of the bodies Htrewed In front
of it. "My word I Regular bally mess
an' all splggotlcsl Cawn't be. Must
'ave been somo white meat on this
bird, ns my sainted 'Enery uster By.
Hnhl Thought sol There's n red
headed 'unl Gawd's truth! An' 'e
done all that Gor strike mo plnkl
It's Don Juan Cafetero."
Mother Jcnrcs stopped over the gory
corpses ringed around Don Juan nnd
knelt beside him. "Don Juun I" sho
cried. "You bnlly, Intcrferln' blighter,
you've gone an' got It I"
She ran her strong old nrms under
his dripping body, lifted him and laid
his red head on her knee, while with
her free hand 6ho drew a small flask
of brandy from her dress pocket.
Don Junn opened his buttermilk
eyes nnd gazed up at her with slow
ly dawning wonder, then closed them
again, drowsily, like u tired child.
Mother Jenks pressed the flask to his
blue lips; as tho brandy bit his tongue
he rolled his fiery head In feeble pro
test and weakly set his tooth against
the Up of the flask. Wondering,
Mother Jenks withdrew It nnd then
Don Juan spoke.
"Have ye the masther's permission,
ullannh? I give him mp worrd av hon
or not to dhrlnk till he give
permission. Ho was good to me
troth ho was God love me boas
nis Jnw dropped loosely; lib head
rolled sideways; but ere his spirit
tied, Don Juan Cafetero had justified
the faith of his muster. He had kept
his word of honor. He had made
good nn his brag to dU far John Stu
art Webster and welcome the chancel
Mother Jenks held his body n llttlo
while, gazlug Into tho face no longer
rubicund; then gently she cased It to
the ground nnd for the first time was
nware that Dolores knelt In the dirt
opposite to her striving to lift the
body upon which Don Juan had been
lying.
The strength of Dolores wns un
equal to the task; so Mother Jenks,
hardened, courageous, calm as her
sainted 'Enery at his Inglorious finish,
rose and stepped around to her sldo
to help her. She could see this other
was n whlto man, too; coolly she
stooped and wiped his gory face with
the hem of her apron. And then she
recognized him I
"Lift him up I Give him to me I"
Dolores sobbed. "Oh, Caliph, my poor
dear, big-hearted blundering boyl"
She got her arm under his bend;
Mother Jenkins aided her ; nnd the limp
body wns lifted to a sitting position;
then Dolores knelt on one knee, sup
porting him with the other, and drew
his head over on her shoulder; with
her white cheek cuddled against his,
she spoko Into his deaf ears tho lit
tle, tender, foolish words thnt moth
ers have for their children, thnt wom
en have for tho stricken men of their
love. She plendcd with him to open
his eyes, to speak to her and tell her
he still lived; so closo wns his face
to hers that sho saw an old but very
faint white senr runnlug dlngonally
across his left eyebrow and li4l
It
Presently strong nrms took him
from her; clinging to somebody she
knew not whom sho followed, moan
ing brokeu-heartedly, while eight men,
forming a rude litter 'with four rifles
passed under IiIh body, boro Webster
to the shade of a tufted palm inside
the palace gate.
As they laid Webster down for n
moment there Dolorea saw a tall,
youthful man, of handsome fenturos
and noble bearing, approach and look
nt him. In his eyes thero were tears,
a sob escaped him ns with n llttlo
Impulsive, uffectlonate movement ho
patted John Stuart Webster's check.
"My friend I" the fainting Dolores
heard him murmur. "My great-henrt-ed,
whimsical, lovable John Webster.
You mado It possible for me to meet
you hero tonight and this is the meet
ing I"
CHAPTER XVI.
While RIcardo watched beside the
unconscious Webster one of his aides
galloped up tho street, to return pres
ently with n detachment with stretch
ers, into which Webster and Don Jnnn
Cnfetero were laid nnd carried up the
palace driveway Into the hugo golden
reception hall whero only tho night
before Sarros had greeted tho belles
nnd beaux of his capital. In the mean
time Mother Jenks hnd succeeded In
restoring Dolores to consciousness;
supported by tho indomitable old
womuc tio girl slowly followed tho
grien procession until, nt the door of
tho reception room, they found their
further progress barred by a sentry.
"Tho red-haired man Is dead," ho
Informed them In response to their
eager queries. "If you wnnt his body,"
ho continued, hazarding a guess ns to
their mission, "I guess you can have
It. There ( he Is." And tho sentry
pointed to tho stretcher which had
been set down along tho wall of the
reception hall.
'"Ow about tho other?" Mother
Jenks demnnded. Don Juan Cafetero
had, unfortunately, been so much of
a nulsanco to her In life that she was
not minded to be troubled grcntly
over him In death, although the Spar
tanlike manner of his exit had thrilled
tho British bulldog blood In her.
"The big fellow Isn't quite dead yet,
but I'm afraid he's a goner. Tho
surgeons have him In this room now.
Friend of yours, Miss?"' ho Inquired
In tones freighted with neighborly
sympathy.
Dolorea nodded.
"Sorry I can't let you In, Mlsa,", ho
continued, "but tho General ordered
mo to keep everybody out until tho
doctors have finished looking him
over. If I was you, I'd wait In thnt
room across the hall; then you can
get tho first nows when the doctors
como out."
Mother Jenks accepted his advice
and steered her charge Into tho room
Indicated. As they waited, RIcurdo
Ruey stood anxiously beside tho tnblo
on which John Stuart Webster's big,
limp body reposed, while Doctor Pnch
eco, assisted by a Sobrnntean con
frere, went deftly over him with sur
gical scissors nnd cut the blood-soaked
clothing from his body.
"He breathes very gently," the rebel
louder said, presently. "Is there any
hnpo?"
Tho little doctor shrugged. "I fear
not. That bayonet-thrust In the left
side missed his heurt but not his
lung."
But apparently he hasn't bled much
from that wound."
"Tho hemorrhage Is probably In
ternal. Even If that congestion of
blood In the lungs does not provo fatal
ory shortly, ho cunnot, In his weak
ened state, survive the traumatic
fever from ull these wounds. It Is
bound hello, how our poor friend still
lives with the bayonet broken off in
his body for hero Is steel hah I Not
u bayonet but a pistol."
He unbuttoned tho wounded man's
coat and found a strap running dlug
onally up across his breast and over
tho right shoulder, connecting with
a holster under tho left arm. The
doctor unbuckled this strap and re
moved the holster, which contained
Webster's spare gun; RIcurdo, glanc
ing disinterestedly ut the sheathed
weapon, noted a small, new, triangu
lar hole In the leather holster. He
picked It up, withdrew the pistol, and
found a den scratch, recently mads,
along the blued steel close to the vul
canite butt
When RIcardo glanced at Pncheco
after his scrutiny of the pistol and
holster, tho doctor's dark eyes were
regarding him mirthfully.
"I have been uunecessarlly alarmed,
my general," snld Pacheeo. "Ow
denr friend has been most fortnnsts
In his choice of wounds"
"He's u lucky Yankee; that's what
ho Is, my dear Pacheeo. A lucky T
keel" RIcardo leaned over and ex
amined tho bnyonct-wound In Web
ster's left side. "Ho took tho polst
of the steel on his pistol he happened
to bo wearing under his left arm,'
ho went on to explain. "That turned
tho bayonet nnd It slid along his rlba,
making a superficial flesh-wound."
Pncheco nodded. "And this bullet
merely burned the top of his right
shoulder, whllo another posse
through his biceps without touching
the bone. Ills most severe wound hi
this Jab In tho hip."
They stripped every stitch of cloth
ing from Webster nnd went over him
cnrcfully. At tho back of his head
they found n little clotted blood frocs
n small split In the scalp; also they
found a lump of generous proportions.
Pncheco laughed briefly but cob
tcntedly. "Then he Is not even seriously hs
Jurcd?" Rlcnrdo Interrupted ttist
laugh.
"I would dlo of fright If I had to
fight this lino fellow n month froa
.today," tho llttlo doctor chirped. "Tin
man Is in superb physical condition l
it Is the bump on the head tlut rea
ders htm unconscious not loss' of
blood."
As If to confirm this expert tcsti
mony Webster nt thnt moment breath
ed long nnd deeply, screwed up his
face and shook his head very slightly.
Thereafter for several minutes ha
gae no further evidence of nn active
Interest In life seeing which Pncbccv
decided to tnke prompt advantage of
his unconsciousness nnd prolte the
wounds In his arm nnd shoulder for
the fragments of clothing which the
bullets must hnvo carried Into then.
After ten minutes of probing Pncheco
announced that he wns through nnd
rendy to bnndngo; whereupon John
Stunrt Webster said faintly but very
distinctly, In English:
"I'm nwfully glnd you are, Doc.
It hurt llko h 11 Did you mnnoga
to get u blto on that fishing trip?"
"Jack Webster, you scoundrel P
Rlcnrdo yelled Joyously, and ho shoos;
the patient with entlro disregard of
the lattcr's wounds. "Oh, mnn, Tib
glnd you're not dead."
"Your sentiments nppcnl to me
strongly, uiy Mend. I'm too Urei
to look at you. Who tho devil are
you?"
Fell n silence, whllo Webster pre
pared for nnother speech, "Whero
urn I?"
"In the palace. Wo won pulled,
up, and thnt forty-thousand dollar bc$
of yours Is safe. I'll cash tho ticket
for you tomorrow morning."
"D n tho forty thousand. Whero's
my Croppy Boy?"
"Your what?"
"My wild Irish blackthorn, Don
Juan Cafetero."
"I hope, old mnn, ho has ere now
Unit which all bravo Irishmen nnd
truo deserve a harp with a crown.
In llfo tho Irish havo tho harp with
out the crown, you know."
"now did ho dlo?" Welwtcr whis
pered. "Ho died hard, with tho holes In
front nnd ho died for you."
Two big tears trickled Blowly
Uirough Webster's closed lids and roll
ed across his pnlo cheek. "Poor, lost
lonesome, misunderstood wreck," he
murmured presently, "he wns an ex
tremist In all things. Ho used to sing
those wonderfully poetic ballads of his
people I remember ono thnt began:
'Green were the Holds where my fore
fathers dwelt.' I think his heart was
In Kerry so wo'll send him there,
Ho's my dead, RIcardo; caro for his
body, because I'm going to plant
Don Juan with the shamrocks. They
didn't understand him here. Ho was
an exile so I'm going to send him
home."
(TO DIC CONTINUED.)
AMERICA WORLD IN ITSELF
Englishman Writes Enviously of Our
Variety of Climate and Other
Blessings.
Hero In England wo settlo down In
a town and only a violent exertion of
will power enn extricate us. In tho
United States a man may try twenty
different towns and twenty different
states heforo he finds ono that suits
him, Raymond Rndcllffe writes In the
Now Witness (London).
Here wo havo practically no choice
of cllmato (or lack of cllmato). On the
other Hide you can get tho bitter cold
of North Dakota or the almost tropl- i
cal heat of Florida. You can bo blown
to pieces on tho prairies or llo mm '
In a cleft of thu hills looking over
tho Pacific, You can spin cotton In t
Connecticut or grow It In Georgia. Yoir
have u world to yoursolf, and one of
the most beautiful worlds thut has
ever been discovered. You are not
crowded, there Is plenty of room for
everybody. You enn rough It nny
where, but If you wnnt luxury, Fifth
uvenuo has moro wenlth than nny oth
er street In tho world, not even except
ing Bond street.
That is why people go to the United
States, nnd why they Bt6p there. They
get freedom. It Is no mere cntclpen
ny phrase, It Is tho bnolc fact of Ufa
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"I thought you owned nn automo
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an."
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A) toon
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126 MAMMOTH JACKS
I bare a bargain for yon, coma qnlek,
XV. L I)eOr,OW'H JACK FA11M
Uoriar llniitdf, lorva
rnLUrVLLtJ "ll.'r1 rtHbnt, br. CVM, amy
Insisted Upon a Magnato,
"How would you like to sign up with
me for u llfo game?" was tho way a
Imselmll fun proposed.
"I'm agreeable," replied tho girl.
"Where's your diamond?" Indianap
olis Star.
important to Moth ore
Exnmlue carefully overy bottlo of
CASTORIA, that famous old remody
for Infants and children, and see thut It
Dears the
Signature of i
In Use for Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Flotchor'a Caatoria
Jungle Fashion.
Tho Elephant Goodness, Just sup
pose I had to coer up my enrs as tho
girls do I Now York Sun.
Stop (be Vain.
Tho hurt of a burn or a cut stops when
CoIo'h Carbollsalvo la applied. It loals
quickly without scars. 30a and f.Oo by
all dniffBlsts or send 30a to Tho J. W. Cole
Co,, Itockford, III. Adv.
Hearts are trumps only on Febru
ary M.
Weak and Miserable?
Docs the least exertion tire you out?
Feel "blue" and worried and have daily
backache, lameness, headaches, dizzi
ness, and kidney irregularities? Sick
kidneys are often to blame for this
unhappy state. You must act quickly
to prevent moro serious trouble. Use
Doan'a Kidney Pills, the remedy rec
ommended everywhere by gratefal
users. Ask your neighbor!
An Iowa Case
Mrs. M. Kvons,
1024 E. Main St.,
Ottumwa, Iowa,
nays: "My kidneys
becatno weak and
my back pained.
Hharp palnu across
tho otimll ot my
back plorcoil my
k i a n o y h . Dizzy,
spoils inadn me
feel llKht hnadud
and my Itldnoyvj
acted irregularly
Doan'H IC dnev
IMlln regulated mv
kldnoyo and mado my back strong.
Tho Blinrp palnu and dizzy spells dis
appeared nnd 1 havo not boon both
ered since."
Gt Doin'i t Any Store, 00c a Box
FOSTER. MILOURN CO., BUFFALO. N. Y.
No More Misery
After Eating
Just Tafias An Eatonio
"Tho first doso of lSntonlc did mo
wonders. I tuko It ut meals and am
no longer bothered with Indigestion,"
writes Mrs. Ellen Harris.
ThouHuiids of people, like this dour
Intly, gratefully testify about Eutonlc,
which does Its wonders by tuklnjj up
nnd carrying out the excess oddity and
Cases which bring on Indigestion,
heartburn, bloating, belching nnd food
repeating. Acid ntomnch also onuses
about seventy other non-organic ull
merits. Protect yourself. A big box
of Kntonlc costs but a trlflo with your
druggist's guarantee.
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