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"THE 8EMIAVEEKLV TRIBUNE, NORTH PLATTE. NEBRASKA.
CHAPTER XXXI Continued.
"Feigning again?" I demanded an
Grtly. Ho nhook his head, his stern month
shaping tho strangest, twisted smile.
It was Indeed a twlstcl srallo, for It
was on tho loft sldo only, tho facial
muscles of tho right oldo moving not
"That was tho last play of tho Wolf,"
ho said. "I am paralyzed. 1 shall
novor wnlk again. Oh, only on tho
othor side," ho added, ns though divin
ing tho suspicious glanca I flung nt
his loft leg, tho kneo of which had Just
thon drawn up and olovated tho blank
ets. "It's unfortunate" ho continued.
"I'd liked to havo done for you first,
Hump. And I thought I had that much
loft In mo."
"nut how can you account for It?"
I asked. "Whoro Is tho scat of your
"'Tho brain," ho said at onco. "It
was thoBo cursed headaches brought
"Symptoms," I said.
Ho nodded his head. "Thoro Is no
accounting for it I was novcr Blck
In my Ufo. Something's gono wrong
with my brain. A cancer, a tumor,
or Bomothlng of that naturo a thing
that devours and destroys. It's attack
lng my nervo ocntors, eating them up,
bit by bit, coll by coll from tho
"Tho motor ccntors, too," I sug
gested. "So It would soom, and tho curso
of It Is that I must Ho here, conscious,
mentally unimpaired, knowing that
the linos aro going down, brcnklng bit
u uu communication with tho world. I
I cannot soo, hearing and fooling nro i
leaving mo, at this ralo I Bhall soon
coaso to opcak; yet all tho tlmo I shall
nor, AHvo, actlvo and poworlesa."
"When you say you aro horo, I'd
suggest tho likelihood of tho soul." I
"Bosh!" was his retort. "It simply
moans that In tho attack on my brain
tHo hlghor psychical centers aro un
touched. I can remomhor, I can think
and reason. When that goos, I go. I
am not. Tho soul?"
Ho broke out In mocking laughtor
then turned IiIb loft ear to tho pillow
s a Blgn that ho wished no further
Maud and I wont about our work
opprcsBod by tho fearful fato which
had ovortakon him how fearful wo
woro yot fully to ronllzo. Thoro was
tho awfulnoss of retribution about It
Our thoughts woro doop und solemn,
and wo spoko to each othor scarcoly
"You might romovo tho handcuffs."
ho said that night, ns wo stood In con
sultation over him. "it's dead safe.
I'm a paralytic now. Tho next thing
to watch out for Is bed sores."
Ho smiled his twlstod biuIIo and
Maud, hor oyea wldo with horror, was
compellod to turn nway hor bond.
"Do you know that your smllo Is
crooked?" 1 askod him; for I know
that sho must attond him, and I wished
to savo hor as much as possible
"Thon I shall smllo no more." ho
said cnlraly. "I thought something
waB wrong. My right check has boon
numb all day. Yes, and I'vo had warn
ngs of this for tho laBt throo days
toy spoils, my right Bldo Boomed going
ito sloop, sometimes arm or hand
iBomotlmes leg or foot." '
"So my smllo is crooked?" ho quor
lod a short whllo after. "Wnii
aider honceforth that I amllo Inter
tmlly, with my soul, If you ploaso, my
eoul. Consider that I am Brallluc
And for tho Bpaco of sovomi min.
utes he lay thoro, quiet, Indulging his
Tho man of him wan iin
It wns tho old, indomitable terrible
wolf Larson, lraprisonod somowhoro
within that flesh which had onco boon
u iiiviuuiuio ana spionuld. Now It
bound him with Insentient fntrnrn
calling his soul In darkness and bI-
lonco, mocking It from tho world
"wnicn to mm had boon a riot of nc
Won. No mpVo would ho conjuguto tho
vorb "to do" In ovory mood and tonso.
To bo" was all that reraalnod to him
to bo, as ho had doflod doath. with
out movomont; to will, but not to ex-
outo; to think and reason and In tho
spirit of him to bo as allvo aB ovor,
but In tho flosh to bo dead, qulto dead,
And yot, though I ovon removed tho
handcuffs, wo could not adjUBt our-
olvos to his condition. Our minds
ovoUod. To us ho wub full of poten
tiality. Wo knew not what to expect
of him next, what fearful thing, rising
nbovo tho flosh, ho might broak out
and do. Our oxporlenco warranted
this stnto of mind, and wo wont about
our work with anxiety always upon
1 had solved tho problum which hud
t.rison through the .shortness of tho
T-heurB. It was tho morning of tho
third day that I swung tho foremast
from tho dock nnd proceeded to square
tta butt to fit tho stop. Hero I was
especially awkward. I sawed and
rhopped and chlsolod tho wcathcrod
wood till It had tho appearanco of hav
ing been gnawod by somo gigantic
kouro. put It fitted.
"It wlli work, I know It will work,"
"Da you know Doctor Jordan's final
test of truth?" Maud asked.
I shook my head and paused In tho
act of dislodging tho shavings which
had drifted down my neck.
"'Can wo make It work? Can wo
trust our lives to It?' Ib tho test."
"Ho Is a favorlto of yours," I said.
"Whon I dismantled my old Pan
theon and cast out Napoleon and
Caesar and tholr fellows, I straightway
erected now Pantheon," sho an
swered gravely, "nnd tho first I In
stalled was Doctor Jordan."
"A modern horo."
"And a groator because modern,"
sho added. 'How can tho Old World
heroon compare with ours!"
I shook my head. Wo woro too
much nllko In many things for argu
ment. Our point of vlow nnd out
look on llfo at least woro very like
"For a pair of critics wo agrco fa
mously," I laughed.
"And ns shipwright nnd ablo assist
ant," sho laughed back.
Hut thoro was little tlmo for laugh
tor In those days, what of our heavy
work and of tho awfulness of Wolf
Larscn'B living death.
lie had received another stroke Ho
had lost his volco, or ho was losing It.
Ho had only Intermittent uso of It. As
ho phrased 'It, tho wires woro llko tho
stock market, now up, now down. Oc
casionally tho wires woro up and ho
spoko as well as over, though slowly
and heavily. Then speech would sud
donly dosort him, In tho middle or a
iiontcnco perhaps, and for hours, some
times, wo would wait for tho connoc-
While I tolled at Ringing the Fore-
mast Maud Sowed on Canvas.
tlon to bo reestablished. Ho com
plained of great pain In his head, and
It wrfli during this period that ho ar
ranged n Bystom of communication
ngnlnBt tho tlmo whon spooch should
loavo him nltogothor ono prossuro of
mo nana ror "yes," two ror "no." It
was well that It was arrangod, for by
ovenlng his volco had gono from him.
lly hnnd pressures, after that, ho an
sworod our questions, and whon ho
wished to speuk ho scrawled his
thoughts with his left hand, qulto log
Ibly, on a shoot of paper.
Tho fierce winter had now doscond
od upon us. Gnlo followed galo, with
enow nnd sleet and rain. Tho coals
had started on tholr groat southern
migration, and tho rookery was prac
tlcally dosortod. I worked foverlshly
In splto of tho bad wonthor, and of the
wind which especially hindered mo, I
was on dock from daylight till dark
and mado substantial progress.
I profiled by my losson loarnod
through raising tho BhoarB and then
climbing thorn to attach tho guys. To
tho top of tho foromast, which was
just lifted conveniently from tho dock,
1 attached tho rigging, stays and
throat und peak halyardB. As usual.
t had underrated tho amount of work
Involved In this portion of tho task
and two long Hays woro necessary to
complcto It. And thoro wao so much
yot to bo dono tho sails, for Instance
which practically had to bo mado
Whllo I tolled at rigging tho foro
most, Maud Bowed on canvas, ready
ulwayB to drop everything nnd como
to my assistance when mofo hands
than two woro required. Tho canvas
was heavy nnd hard, nnd sho sowed
with tho rogular sailor's palm and
threo-cornerod sail-noodle Hor hnnds
wero soon sndly bllstorod, but sho
struggled bravoly on, and In addition
doing tho cooking and taking care of
tho sick man.
"A Ug for superstition." 1 said on
Friday morning. "Thnt mast goos In
Everything was ready" for tho at
tompt. Carrying tho boom-tacklo to
tho windlass, I hoisted tho mast near
ly cloar of tho dock. Making this
tncklo fast, 1 took to tho windlass tho
Bhoars-tacklo (which was connected
with tho end of tho boom) and with
few turns had tho mast porpendlcular
Maud clapped hor hands tho Instant
sho Was rolloved from holding tho
"It works! It worksl Wo'll trust
our lives to It!"
Then sho assumed a ruoful expres
sion. "It's not over tho holo," sho said.
"Will you havo to begin all ovor?"
I smiled In superior fashion, and
slacking nway on tho boom-tackle, I
brought tho butt of tho mast Into posi
tion directly ovor tho holo In tho deck.
Then I gavo Maud careful Instructions
for lowering nway nnd went Into tho
hold to tho step on tho schooner's
I called to her, and tho mast moved
easily and accurately. Squaro fitted
Into squuro. Tho most war stopped.
I raised a shout, und sho ran down
to boo. In tho yollow lantorn light
wo peered nt what wo had accom
pllshed. Wo looked it each othor,
and our hands folt their way and
clasped. Tho eyes of both of ub, I
think, were moist with tho Joy of suc
cess. "It was dono bo easily after all," 1
romarked. "All tho work was In tho
"And all tho wondor In tho comple
tion," Maud added. "I can scarcoly
bring myself to realize that that great
mast Is really up and In; that you
havo lifted It from tho water, swung
It through tho air, and doposltod It
hero whoro It belongs. It la a Titan's
"And they mado thomsolves many
Inventions," 1 began merrily, then
paused to sniff the air.
I looked hastily at tho lantorn. ,t
wns not smoking. Again I sniffed.
'Something Is burning." Maud said,
with sudden conviction.
Wo sprang together for tho ladder,
but I raced past her to Mio deck. A
denso volumo of smoko was pouring
out tho stecrago companion way.
"Tho Wolf Is not yot dead." I mut-
tored to myself as I sprang down
through tho smoko.
Tho sourco of tho smoko must bo
very closo to Wolf Larson my mind
was mado up to this, and I went
straight to his bunk. As 1 felt about
among his blankets, something hot fell
on tho back of my hand. It buriiod
mo. und I Jerked my hnnd away. Thon
I understood. Through tho cracks
In tho bottom of tho upper bunk ho
had sot firo to tho mattress. Ho still
retained sufficient uso of his loft arm
to do this. Tho damp straw of tho
mattress, tired from beneath nnd do
nled air, had boon smouldering all tho
As I dragged tho mattress out of
tho bunk It Bcemed to disintegrate In
mld-alr, at tho samo tlmo bursting
Into llnmos. I boat out tho burning
remnants of straw In tho bunk, thon
mado a dash for tho dock for fresh
Sovoral buckets of water sufficed to
put out tho burning mattress in tho
middle of tho steerage Hoor; and ton
minutes later, whon tho Bmoke had
fairly cleared, I allowed Maud to como
bolow. Wolf Larsen waB unconscious,
but It was n matter of minutes for tho
frosh nlr to rostoro him. Wo woro
working over him, howover, whon ho
lg lied for paper and pencil.
"Pray do not Interrupt mo," ho
wroto. "I am smiling."
"I am still a bit of tho ferment, you
see" ho wroto a llttlo later.
I am glad you aro as small a bit
as you aro," I said.
"Thank you," ho wrote. "But Just
think of how much smaller I shall
bo before I die"
And yot 1 am nil horo, Hump," ho
wroto with a final flourish. "1 can
think moro clearly than ovor In my
llfo before Nothing to disturb mo.
Concentration is porfoct. I am all
horo and moro than horo."
It was llko n messago from the
night of tho gravo; for UiIb man's
body had become his mausoleum. And
there, In bo strnnge sepulture, his
spirit Huttored and lived. It would
tluttor and Uvo till tho last lino of
communication wub broken, nnd after
that who waB to suy how much longer
It might contlnuo to flutter nnd Uvo"'
I think my loft sldo Is going," Wolt
Larson wroto, tho morning after his
nttempt to flro tho Bhlp. "Tho numb
ness Is growing. I can hardly movo
my hand. You will havo to speak
louder. Tho last linos aro going
"Aro you In pain 7" I nskod.
I was compelled to ropoat my quos
tlon loudly boforo ho answered.
"Not nil tho tlmo."
Tho loft hand stumbled slowly and
painfully across tho paper, and It was
with oxtremo dllllculty that wo do
ciphered tho scrawl. It was llko a
spirit message," Buch as aro dollv
ored at Bounces of spiritualists for a
"Hut I am still horo. all horo," tho
hand scrawled moro slowly and pain
fully than ovor.
Tho pencil dropped, and wo hnd to
replace It In tho hand.
"Whon thoro Is no pain I havo per
fect poaco and quiet. I havo novor
thought so clearly. 1 can ponder llfo
and death llko a Hindu sago."
"And Immortality?" Maud queried
loudly In tho car.
Three times tho hand essayed to
wrlto but fumbled hopelessly. Tho
pencil foil. In vain wo tried to ro-
placo It. Tho fingers could not cIobo
on It. Thon Mnud prcssod and hold
tho lingers about tho pencil with hor
own hand, and tho hand wroto, In
largo lottors, and bo slowly that tho
mtnutos ticked oft to each letter:
It was Wolt Larson's last word
"bosh," skeptical nnd Invincible to tho
end. Tho arm und hand relaxed. Tho
trunk of tho body moved Bllghtly,
Then thoro was no movomont. Maud
released tho hand. Tho lingers spread
slightly, falling npnrt of their own
weight, nnd tho pencil rolled away.
"Do you still hear?" 1 Bhouted, hold
lng tho fingers and waiting for the
slnglo prcssuro which would signify
"Yes." Thoro was no response Tho
hand was dead.
"I noticed tho lips Bllghtly tnavo,"
I repeated tho question. Tho Hps
moved. Sho placed tho tips of her
fingers on them. Again I repeated
Dragged the Mattress Out of the
tho question. "Yes," Maud announcod.
Wo looked at each other expectantly.
"What good Is It?" I asked. "What
can wo say now?"
"Oh, ask him"
"Ask him something that requires
no' for an answer," I suggested.
"Thon wo will know with certainty."
"Aro you hungry?" sho cried.
Tho lips moved undor her ilngors,
nnd sho answered, "Yes."
"Will you havo somo beef?" was
hor next query.
"No," sho announcod.
"Yes, ho will havo some boof-tea,"
sho Bald quietly, looking up at me.
"Until his hearing goes wo shall bo
ablo to communicate with him. And
Sho looked at mo queerly. I saw
hor lips trembling nnd tho tears swim
ming up In hor eyes. Sho owayod
toward mo and I caught hor In my
'Oh, Humphroy," sho sobbed, "when
will it all end? I am so tired, so
Sho burled hor head on my shoul
der, her frail form shaken with a storm
of weeping. Sho was liko a feather
my arms, so slender, so ethereal
broken down at last," I
What can I do without hor
Hut , 1 soothed and comforted cr,
till sho pulled herself bravely together
and recuperated mentally as quickly
as Bho was wont to do physically.
"I ought te bo ashamed of my
self," Bho said. Then added, with tho
whimsical smllo I adored, "but I am
only ono small woman."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
COULD MAKE A GOOD GUESS
Young Man Was Not Sure as to Size,
but Was Willing to Take a
Chance on It.
Into n mon's furnishing store
stopped a youny man warily, almost
timidly. Ho lacked tho air of con
fidence of tho man who is about to
purchaso a tlo or a handkerchief or a
collar. Eagerly tho gonial floorwalk
er pounced upon him and tho prospec
tive customer's first words oxplalned
"Havo you anything sultablo for a
young lady?" ho asked, looking about
dazedly at tho rows of shirt boxes.
Something for her blrthdny, you
"Well, I should say wo havo. Stop
right this way, please Miss Appor
son, will you show this gentleman
somo ludloB' hose, or" ho added, as
ho noted tho Inquirer's pltlablo confu
slon, "porhaps ho would prefer to see
somo of thoso near-silk ladles' coat
Ho would, ho certainly would, and
when ho found a man In chnrgo at tho
sweater counter ho became almost
himself again. Tho sweater Idea
seemed to strike him favorably, and
for several minutes ho Inspected color
combinations and folt fabrics. Finally
tho clerk dropped him Into hot water
About what size docB the young
It was a poser and entirely unox
pected. Tho young man gazed nt a
dummy figure on which a sweater coat
was displayed, then walked up to It
circled It with his arm, nnd nodded
"About this size 1 think.'
In Kings' Hqusos.
Tho Gorman emperor , palaco at
Corfu, recently a subject of newspaper
dispatches, Is descrlbod as a magnifi
cent whlto marble edifice, ono of tho
mast luxurious royal residences ovor
built. It wns formerly tho property ot
tho unfortunate Empress Eltzaboth ot
Austria, who lavlshod vast sums on
Its embolllshmont. It contains over
a hundrod rooms and Is aurroundod
by wonderful gardens.
"Now," Bald tho professor of chem
istry, "under what combination is
gold most quickly released?" Tho stu
dont pondered a moment. "I know,
Blr," ho anBworod. "Marrlago."
Questions of Man
Replies by God
By REV. B. B. SUTCLIFFE
Extension Department Moody Bible
Institute of Chicago
TEXT-Only bcllovo.-Mark 5:30.
Supposo a minister Is preaching on
tho word "beliove" A momber of tho
begins to ask
question and tho
in words from tho
first question is:
Whom Am I to
"If wo rocelvo
tho witness of
man tho witness
of Qod Is greater:
for this Is the
witness of God
which ho hath tes
tified of hiB son,"
I John 5:9. It Is
not tho church,
nor the minister, nor any company
of men tho sinner is to believe, but
It Is God himself as he speaks con
cerning his son. Thoro might possibly
bo somo hesitation In bollovlng what
man would say, but thoro can bo no
hesitancy in accepting tho testimony
of such a credible witness ns God.
Tho sinner is askod to bollovo nono
except tho God of tho Scriptures. Then
another question Is Immediately
What Am I to Believe?
God'o own answer to this is "ho
that bclievcth not God hath mado him
a liar; because ho belleveth not tho
record that God gavo hla son. And
this Is tho record that God hath given
to us eternal life, and this llfo Is in
his son," I John 5:10, 11. That record
i3 tho gospel concerning God's son,
Josus Christ, who was delivered for
our offenses, who died for our sins
according to tho Scriptures, who his
own self bare our sins in hlB own body
on tho treo, and who was raised from
tho dead tho third day according to tho
Scriptures. This Is what God declares
concerning his son, and this is what
th Blnner must bellovo in order to
havo God's gift of eternal life. I am.
to bollovo, on the authority of God's
own testimony, that Christ died for
my sins and that ho roso from tho
dead and over llveth to make Interces
sion for me
Tho questioner aska a third ques-.
Why Am I to Believe?
Because God commands it "And
this Is his commandment, that we
should bellovo on tho name of his son,
Jcsub Christ," I John 3:23. Again, bo
causo a refusal to bollovo is the same
as calling God a liar ','he that be
lloveth not God hath mado him a liar,"
I John 5:10. Again because it is the
only way to please God "for without
faith It is impossible to plcaso him,"
Hob. 11: G. Again because tho refusal
to bollovo seals ono's own doom. "Ho
that bolioveth shall bo Baved and he
that believoth not Bhall be damned,"
Still another question is asked, viz:
God's answer to this question is
very direct, for ho says, "Now la tho
accepted tlmo, behold today is tho day
of salvation," n Cor. 6:2. Again, ho
Bays, "Today if yo will hear his voico
harden not your heart," Hob. 3:7. Wo
aro continually warned not to procras
tinate, "Boast not thyself of tomor
row for thou knowost not what a day
may bring forth," Prov. 27:1. "Not
today" has brought many a soul to cry
"To late." "Many will soek to ontor
in and shall not bo ablo when onco
tho master of tho houso has risen up
and hath shut to tho door," Mk. 13:24,
25. Not tomorrow, but today is your
day of salvation.
Another question Is then asked,
May I Believe as I am?
God answers this by saying, "Ittm
that comoth unto me I will in no wise
cast out," John 6:37. "To him that
worketh not but belleveth on him that
Justifieth tho ungodly his faith is count
ed for rlghteousnoss," Rom. 4:6. Again
ho says, 'Whosoever will may como
and tako ot tho water ot llfo freely,"
Rev. 22:17. Tho only clasB who can
bo saved is sinners. If ono waits to
become good boforo bollovlng that,
ono will never bo saved. Tho slnnor
Is to bollovo Just as ho 1b good, bad
But another question is asked:
Can I Be Saved If I Don't Bellevo7
As wo llston God replies, "Without
faith it is imposslblo to pleaso him,"
Hob. 11:6. When Peter stood boforo
tho lenders in Jerusalem thsy suggest
ed practically tho samo question and
tho roply was then nnd still Is, "Noith
or is there salvation in any othor foi
thoro Is nono other nanio undor heaven
glvon among men whereby wo must
bo saved," Acts 4:12. "Ho that bo
lioveth not Bhall bo damned," Mk.
16:16. Thoro Is nono saved except
through faith for "By graco are yo
savod through faith," Eph. 2:8.
Ono last question is asked, viz:
Can I Be Lost If I Do Believe?
And to this God answers, "Bollovo
on tho Lord Jesus Christ and thou
shalt bo saved," Acts 16:31. "Ho that
belleveth on tho son - Is not con
damned," John 3:18. "Ho that bellov-
oth hath everlasting llfo and shall not
como into Judgmont, but Is passed
from doath unto life," John 5:24. If
any believing soul Is lost God's word
will bo found to bo untruo and Qod
hlniBolf a false witness.
"I DON'T SUFFER
"Feel Like a New Person,"
says Mr3. Hamilton.
Now Castle, Ind. "From tho time
I wns clovon years old until I was seven
teen I suffered each
month bo I had to bo
in bed. I had head
ache, backacho and
such pains I would
cramp doublo every
month. I did not
know what it was
to bo easy a minute.
My health was all
run down and tho
doctors did not do
mo any rood. A
neighbor told my mother about Lydia
E. Pinkham's Vcgotablo Compound and
I took it and now I fee! liko a new
person. I don't suffer any moro nnd I
nm regular every month. " Mre.HAZEL
Hamilton, 822 South 15th St
''When a remedy has lived for forty
years, steadily growing In popularity
and influence, and thousands upon
thousands of women declare they owo
their health to it is it not reasona
ble to belicvo that it is an nrticlo of
""If you want spccinl advice wrlto
to Lydia E. Pinkhniu Medicine
Co. (confidential), Lynn, Mass.
Your letter will bo opened, read
and answered by a woman and
held in strict confidence
And Served Him Rlnnt.
"What would you call a pie-trust
"I'd call him a pie-rate king."
HOW TO HEAL ITCHING,
BURNING SKIN DISEASES
A Baltimoro doctor suggests this
Blmplo, but rollablo and inexpensive,
homo treatment for pcoplo suffering
with oczorna, ringworm, rashes and
Blmllar itching, burning Bkin troubles.
At any reliable druggist's get a Jar
of Rcslnol Ointment and a cako of
Reslnol Soap. Thcso aro not at all ex
pensive. "With tho Rcslnol Soap and
warm water batho tho affected parts
thoroughly, until thoy aro freo from
crusts and tho skin is Boftcned. Dry
very gently, spread on a thin layer of
tho Roslnol Ointment, and cover with
a light bandago 1 necessary to pro
tect tho clothing. This should bo dono
twico a day. Usually tho distressing
Itching and burning stop with tho first
treatment, and tho skin soon becomes
clear and healthy again. Adv.
An aero of land In Nova Scotia la
said to havo produced 600 bushel3 of
Examlno carefully every bottle of
CASTORIA, a safe and 8uro remedy for
Infants and children, and soo that it
Signature of UJM&i
In Uso for Ovor 30 Yoara.
Children Cry for Fletcher's Castoria
More than 300 kinds ot fish havo
Keeping houso is hard enough
whon well. Tho woman who haa
a bad back, bluo, nervous spells,
and dizzy headaches, has a hard
lot, for tho family tasks novor lot
up. Probably it's tho result of kid
tiey troublo and not tho much-feared
"woman's weakness." Strengthen
tho kldnoya with Doan'o Kidney
Pills. Thoy nro ns harmlesB as
thoy aro effective and may bo used
for children with weak kidneys,, too.
A Nebraska Case
Mrs. E. Rlekon, Sec
ond Bt., Albion, Neb.,
says: "For four years
I had sharp pains
through the small of
my back and when I
stooped I got dizzy. I
didn't sleep well and
mornings folt all worn
out. My health was
all run dawn, I lost
weight, and had a
poor appetite. On a
rrlend'o advice I used
Doan's Kidney Pills.
Two or threo
boxes corrected the troublo and toned
up my wholo system."
Cat Dom' at Any Store, EOe a Bex
FOSTER-MILBURN CO BUFFALO. N. Y.
Cut out cathartics and purgatives. They aro
Purely vegetable. Act
gently on me liver.
eliminate Due, ana
soothe the delicate.
membrane ot the.
tcbi ind Indlftilloo, i mlllloni know.
SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICE.
Genuine must bear Signature
DAISY FLY KILLER t STiJIfi
flltt. neat, clean, or
coup. Lasts all
lu.ul, ran'ttplllor Up
oreri will Dot noil or
I njura ftuj-thlna.
iprua paia for ll.o.
fTCfe J Mutt
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