THE 8EMI.WEEKLY TRIBUNE, NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA.
Rainbow's End
A NOVEL by REX BEACH
Author of "THE IRON TRAIL," "THE SPOILERS,"
"HEART OF THE SUNSET," Etc.
(Copyright, by Harper and Brotheri) -
CHAPTER XVII Continued.
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"I can't stand thnt" ho confessed.
"1 can't sleep when people nro Btarvlng
to death alongsldd of me. This money
bums my pocket I I"
Jacket read his purpose and laid a
detaining hand upon his nrm.
"It will save our lives, too," ho said
(Imply.
"Bah I Wo nro men. There nro
women and children yonder"
But Jacket's sensibilities were cal
loused, It seemed. "Of what uso would
your few pesetas bo among no many?"
tie Inquired. "God has willed this, and
ho knows what ho Is doing. Besides,
your 'pretty one' Is probably bb hun
gry as theso people. No doubt wo shall
And that she, too, Is starving."
O'Reilly elowly withdrew his hand
ffom his pocket. "Yes I It's Bobb's
money. But come; I can't endure
this."
Ho led tho way back to the Plaza of
Liberty nnd there on an iron bench
they waited for tho full day. They
were very tired, but further Bleep was
Impossible, for tho death wagons
rumbled by on their wny to collect tho
bodies of thoso who had died during
the night
Neither tho man nor tho boy ever
wholly lost tho ntghtmnro memory of
tho next few days, for their search
train. Kow peoplo were traveling theso !
days, and they were, for tho most part,
Spanish officers to whom tho sight of
starving country peoplo was no nov
elty. Now and then, however, there did
arrive visitors from whom tho spec-
taclo of so much wretchedness wrung
a contribution, henco thero was al
ways an expectant throng at tho depot
On this occasion O'ltellly was sur
prised to hear tho piteous whines for
charity In tho name of God turn sud
denly Into a subdued but vicious mut
ter of rage. Hisses wero Intermingled
with vituperations, then tho crowd fell
strangely silent, parting to allow the
passago of a great, thick-set man In tho
uniform of a colonel of volunteers. Tho
fellow was unusually swarthy and he
woro a black scowl upon his face, while
n long puckering scar the full length of
ono check lifted his mouth into a
crooked sneer nnd left exposed a
glimpse of wolQsh teeth.
O'ltellly was at a loss to fathom this
Buddcn alteration of attitude, tho wills-
tlo of Indrawn breaths and tho whis
pered curses, until he heard somo ono
mutter the name, "Oobo." Then Indeed
ho started and stiffened In his tracks.
IIo flxod a fascinated staro upon tho
fellow.
Colonel Cobo seemed no little
pleased by tho reception ho created.
With his chest arched nnd his blnck
After a time she smiled up Into his nnd pretty enough for any American,
eyes and her words were scarcely more Her Bkln Is like milk, too, nnd her
had been dulled, his apprehensions
hud been quickened hour by hour.
Now thnt ho looked tho matter square
ly In the face, It seemed absurd to be
llovo that a tender girl like Itosa Va
rona could long have withstood tho
hardships of this hideous place ; strong
er people than sho had succumbed, by
tho hundreds. Even now tho hospitals
wero full, tho sick lay untended In
their hotels. No one, bo far as O'ltellly
knew, had undertaken to estimate how
fast they were dying or the number of
dead which had already ridden out of
Mntanzas In those rumbling wugons,
but thero wero many. What chnnce
was there that Itosa had not been
among tho latter?
As ho breasted tho summit of La
Cumbre, O'ltellly beheld nt some dis
tance a bent figure of want. It was a
negro woman, grubbing In tho earth
with a sharpened stick. After a sus
picious scrutiny of Um she resumed
her digging.
Nothing but a heap of stones and
plaster remained of tho Varona home.
Tho grounds, once beautiful even when
neglected as In Donna Isabel's time,
wero now a scene of total desolation. A
few orango trees, to bo sure, remained
standing, and although they wero cool
and green to look at, they carried no
fruit and the odor of their blooms wns
trial and a mockery to tho hungry
than a murmur:
"God heard my prayers and sent you
to mo."
"Itosa I You nro 111, you nro weak "
Her eyelids fluttered. "I am dying,
O'ltnll-ye. I only watted to bco you."
"No, no I" In agony ho gathered her
once more Into his arms.
"Oh, yes I" Her bloodless fingers
touched his fnco again, then his thin,
worn rags. "You, too, have suffered.
How camo you to be so poor and hun
gry, O'llall-yo?"
"I'm not poor, I'm rich. Seel" lie
jingled tho coins In his pocket. "That's
money; money for you, sweetheart It
will buy yon food and medicine, It will
make you ntrong again. Itosa, dear, I
have looked for you so long, so long "
Ills volco broke wretchedly and ho
bowed his head. "I I was afraid "
"I waited as long as I had strength
to wait," she told him. "It Is too bad
you camo bo late."
Onco again sho lapsed Into tho leth
argy of utter weakness, whereupon ho
took them Into every part of tho rccon- eyes gleaming mnlevolcntly ho swag- Msltor. Tho-cvldences of Cueto's van
centrado districts. What they beheld
aged them. Day after day, from dawn
till dark, they wnndercd, peering Into
huts, staring into faces, asking ques
tions until they wero faint from fatlguo
and sick from disappointment.
Ab time passed and they failed to
flwl Itosa Vnronn a terrible apprehen
sion began to weigh O'ltellly down ; his
fttco grew old and drawn, his shoulders
tigged, his limbs began to drag. It
was all that Jacket could do to keep
Vim going. Tho boy, now thnt thero
was actual need of him, proved a per-
Can't Stand That," He Confessed.
feet Jewel ; his optimism never fulled,
Us faith nover faltered, and O'Reilly
began to feel a dumb grntltudo at hav
Ifcg tho youngster by his Bldo.
Jacket, too, became thin and gray
afeout tho lips. But ho complained not
tft all and ho laughed a great deal. To
Um tho morrow was always another
gcrcd through tho press, clicking his
heels noisily upon tho Btono flngB. When
ho had gone Jacket voiced a vicious
oath
"So that Is tho butcher of babies I"
exclaimed the boy. "Well, now, I
should enjoy cutting his henrt out."
O'Reilly's cmotlonB wero not entire
ly unllko thoso of his small companion.
His lips becamo dry and whlto as ho
tried to speak.
"Whnt a bruto I That face Ugh I"
Ho found himself shnklnc wenkly.
and discovered that a now and wholly
unaccountable feeling of discourage
ment had settled upon him. Ho tried
rannfully to shako It off, but oomohow
failed, for tho sight of Rosa's arch
enemy nnd tho man's overbearing per
sonality had affected him aueerly.
Cobo's air of confidence nnd authority
ficcmcd to cmphaslzo CRcllly's impo
tenco nnd bring It forcibly homo to
him. To think of his lustful nersccu
tlou of Rosa Vnronn, moreover, tcrri-
llcd him. Tho next day ho resumed his
hut-to-hut search, but -with a listless
ncss thnt camo from a firm conviction
thnt onco ngnln ho wns too Into.
That afternoon found tho two friends
among tho miserable- hovels which en
circled tho foot of La Cumbro, about
tho only quarter they had not explored
Below lny San Soverlno, tho execution
plnco; nbovo was tho site of tho old
Varona home. Moro than onco on his
wny about tho city O'Reilly had lifted
his eyes in tho direction of tho latter,
feeling n grcnt hunger to revisit tho
sceno of hlo lnst fnrowell to Rosa, but
through fear of tho melancholy effect
It would hnvo upon hlra ho had thus
far resisted tho Impulse Today, how
ever, ho could no longer fight tho mor
bid dcslro nnd so, In splto of Jacket's
protest nt tho useless expenditure of
effort, ho set out to climb tho hill. Of
courso tho boy would not let him go
alone.
Llttlo was said during tho ascent.
Tho La Cumbro road seemed very long
nnd very steep. How different tho last
thno O'Reilly had swung up It I Tho
climb had novor bofore tired him ua It
did now, and ho reasoned that hunger
must havo weakened him even moro
than ho realized. Jacket felt tho exer
tion, too; ho wns short of breath and
ho rested frequently. O'Reilly saw thnt
tho boy's bnro, brown legs had grown
bony since ho had last noticed them,
nnd ho felt a sudden pang at having
4&y of brilliant nromlso toward which
he lotted with nevcr-falllug eagerness brought tho llttlo follow into Buclrn
and not for a Blnclo moment did ho i'"K"i- win.
question tho ultlmato success of their
Endeavor. Such an examplo did much
or tho older man. Together they
practiced tho strictest, harshest econ
omy, living on a few cents a day, whllo
thoy methodically searched tho city
from limit to limit.
I At first O'Rollly concerned himself
sftore than a llttlo with tho problem of
escape, but as tlino woro on ho
thought less and less about that Nor
Aid ho havo occasion to wasto further
tonccra regarding his dlsgutso. That
It wns perfoct ho proved when Bovcral
f his former acquaintances passed
Mm by and when, upon ono occasion,
camo face to faco with old Don Ma
rie do Caetano. Don Mario had
changed; ho was oldor, his flesh had
softened, and it hung loosely upon his
form. IIo appeared worried, harassed,
and O'Reilly recalled rumors that the
war had ruined him. Tho man's air
f dejection seemed to bear out tho
lory.
They had been enemies, nevertheless
O'Reilly felt a sudden lmpulso to inako
felmsclf known to tho Spaniard and to
appeal directly for nows of Rosa's fato.
But Don Mario, ho rcmemborcd In time,
had a reputation for vlndlctlvencss, so
he smothered Uio dcslro. Ono other
counter O'Reilly had reason to ro
membcr. It so chanced that, ono day ho and
Jacket found themselves In tho miser
fcolo Tflbblo which assembled at tho
Mllroad station to Imploro alms from
Mm taeoralng passenger of the Ilabana
"Well, hombre," ho said when thoy
paused to rest, "I'm afraid wo camo
too lato. Pm ufrald wo'ro licked."
Jacket nodded listlessly his optt
mlsm, too, wns gono. "Thoy must alt
bo dend or wo would havo found them
beforo tills," said he. When O'Reilly
tnado no answer ho continued, "It Is
tlmo wo thought of getting awny from
hero, eh?" -
Johunlo was sitting with his" fnco In
his hands. Without lifting his head ho
Inquired: "How nro wo going to get
away? It Is caBy enough to get Into
Matnuzns, but " IIo shrugged hope
lessly.
Jacket brightened at tho thought of
escape. "Hoi I'll bet wo can And a
holo soracwhoro," said he. "Wo'jro not
ltko theso others. They haven't tho
spirit to try." Thero was a moment of
silence, and Uicn: "Curnmbal You
remember Uioso Jutlas wo ato? They
wero strong, but I would enjoy tho
smell of ono now. Kli? Another week
of this nnd we shall bo living on garb
igo llko tho rest of thoso poor peo
ple."
Leaving' Jacket to tako his time,
Johnulo completed tho climb' alone,
meditating upon tho boy's words. "Tho
spirit to try I" Where had his spirit
gono, ho wondered. Perhaps It hud
been crushed beneath fiio weight of
misery ho had beheld; surely ho had
seen enough, nourly contact with sick'
ncss nnd misfortune on such a glgnntlc
scalo was cnouglf' to chill anyone's
hopes, and although his sensibilities
dnllsm affected O'Reilly deeply; thoy
brought him memories more painful
than ho had anticipated. Although tho
plnco was well-nigh unrecognizable,
nevertheless It cried aloud of Rosa,
and tho unhappy lover could barely
control tho emotions It awakened. It
was Indeed .a morbid lmpulso which
had brought him thither, but now that
ho was hero ho could not leave. Un
consciously his feet turned- toward the
undent quarry which had formed the
Bunkenr garden his and Rosa s tryst
lng place.
O'Reilly desired abovo all things to
bo alono at this moment, nnd so ho was
annoyed to discover that another per
son was beforo him a woman, evident
ly somo mlscrablo paclflco llko himself.
She, too, appeared to bo looking for
roots, and he nlmost stumbled over her
as he brushed through tho guava
bushes fringing tho depression.
His sudden appearance alarmed tho
crcaturo and Bho struggled; panic-
stricken, out of his path. Her rags
could not conceal tho fact that sho was
deformed, that her back was crooked,
so ho muttered a reassuring word to
her.
This plnco was moro as ho had left
It thero was tho Btono bench where
ho had said good-by to Rosa; yonder
was tho well
"Senorl" Johnnlo heard himself ad
dressed by the hunchbacked woman,
Iler volco was thin, tremulous, eager,
but his thoughts wero busy and ho
pnld no heed. "Senorl Do you look
for something somo ono
"N-no. Yes " ho answered, abstract
edly. "Yes, I am looking for some
thing somo ono."
"Something you havo lost?"
"Something I havo lost 1" Tho ques
tion camo to him faintly, but It was so
In tuno with his unhappy mood that It
affected him strangely. Ho found that
his eyes wero blurring and that an
aching lump had risen into his throat
This was tho breaking point
O'Reilly's heating, too, was going
wrong, for ho Imagined that somo ono
whispered his name. God I This place
was not dead It was allvo terribly
nllvo with momorics, voices, a pres
ence unseen yet real. Ho laid hold of
tho nearest bush to steady himself, he
closed his eyes, only to hear his namo
spoken louder.
"O'Rnll-yol"
Johnnlo brushed tho tears from his
lashes. IIo turned, ho listened, but
thero was no ono to bo seen, no one,
that Is, except tho dusky crlpplo, who
had straightened herself and was fac
ing him, poised uncertainly. Ho looked
nt her n second tlmo, then tho world
began to epln dizzily and ho groped his
wny toward her. IIo peered again,
closer, for everything before his eyes
was Bwlmmlng.
The woman wns thin llttlo more
than n skeleton and bo frail that tho
wind appeared to away her, but her
faco, uplifted to tho sun, was glorified.
O'Reilly "stood rooted, staring nt her
until Bho opened her eyes, then ho
voiced a great cry:
"Rosnl" What more ho Bald ho
never knew. ...
no took tho misshapen figure Into
his arms, ho rained kisses upon tho
pinched, discolored face. But Rosa
did not respond; her puny strength
had flown and sho lay Inert In his em
braco, scarcely breathing.
Dazed, doubting, astounded, It was
somo tlmo beforo Johnnlo could con-
vlnco himself of tht reality of this mo
ment, and even then words did not
como to him, for hli mind was in tur-
hair sho used to put fiowors In It for
you, and then wo. would play games.
But you nover came. You will mako
allowances for her looks, will you not?"
"Poor Rosa I You two poor crea
tures I" O'Reilly choked; ho hid his.
faco upon his sweetheart's breast
Rosa responded ; her fingers enresscu
him and Bho sighed contentedly.
O'Reilly's ascent of the hill had been
slow, but his descent was Infinitely
slower, for Rosa was bo feeble that
sho could help herself but llttlo and
he lacked tho strength to carry her
far at a tlmo. Finally, however, they
reached the wretched hovel where
Ascnslo lny, then leaving hen there,
Johnnlo nped on -alono Into tho city,
no returned soon with Bevernl small
bundles concealed about his person,
nnd with Evnngcllna'a help ho sot
about preparing food.
Neither Rosa nor the two negroes
had any appotlto their hunger hnd
long since passed the point nt which
they wero conscious of It and O'Reilly
wns compelled to force them to eat
When he hnd given them all that he
darpd ho offered what food was left
to Jacket.
The boy moistened his Hps and his
fingers twitched, but he shook his head.
"Oh, I'm not bo hungry," he declared,
Indifferently. "I have n friend In tho
mnrket place; I will go down thero
nnd stcnl a fish from him."
O'Reilly pntted hlra on tho shoulder.
snylng: "You nro a good kid, nnd you
understand, don't you? Those sick
peoplo need moro food than we can
buy for them, 60 wo will have to draw
our bolts tight" -
"Of course. Eating Is a hnblt, any
how, and we men know how to get
along without It I will mnnage to find
something for you and me, for I'm a
prodigious thief. I can steal the hnlr
from a man's head when I try." With
n nod he set off to find his benefac
tor's supper.
A Woman, Evidently Some Miserable
Paclflco Like Himself.
fell to stroking her hands, calling upon
her to como back to him. DTo wa3. bo
sldo himself now ; a tcrrlblo feeling of
Impotence and despair overcame him.
"nrlng 6omeono speak, ho raised
his eyes and discovered at his sldo that
flguro of want which ho had seen dig
ging on tho slope below. It was Evan-
gellnn. Tho negress was llttlo moro
than skin and bones,, her eyes wero
bleared nnd yellow nnd sunken, her
face had grown apelike, but bo rec
ognized her and sho blm.
T.ou nro tho American," she de
clared. "You aro Rosa's man."
"Yes. But what Is wrong with her?
Look I Sho is 111"
"Sho Is often ltko that It Is tho
hunger. Wo havo nothing to eat sc
nor. I, too, am 111 dying; and Ascn
slo Oh, you don't know how they
havo made us suffer."
'We must get Rosa home. Where
do you live?'
Evangellna turned her death's head
toward tho city. "Down yonder. But
what's tho uso? Thero Is -no food In
our houso and Rosa Is afraid of those
wagons. You know tho ones with the
corpses. Sho bado mo bring her hero
to die."
CHAPTER XVlll.
The Haunted Garden.
Rosa Vnronn did not die. n tho
contrary, under her lover's enre eho
made so amazingly swift a recovery
thnt Improvement wns visible from
hour to hour; she rallied like a wilted
flower under n-refreshlng rain. It wns
O'Reilly's presence ns much ns tho
nourishing diet provided by his money
which effected this marvel, although
the certainty that Esteban was allvo
and safe put added "force Into her de
termination to live. Rosa found hope
springing up In her breast and ono day
sho caught herself laughing. The mar
vel of it was unbelievable. O'Reilly
was Bitting besldo her bed of leaves
at tho tlmo;. Impulsively she pressed
his hands to her Hps.
"Such happiness as mine belongs in
heaven," sho managed to tell him.
"Sometimes It frightens mo. With you1
by my sldo this prison is a paradise
and I want for nothing. War, suffer
ing, distress I can't imagine they
longer exist"
"Nevertheless, they do, and Mntan
zas Is anything hut n paradise," said
he. "Wo must set about quickly to get
out of It"
"Escape, you mean? But that Is Im
possible. Asenslo can tell you nil
about that Tho Spnnlards used to is
buo passes for the men to go outsldo
tho lines In eenrch of food. It was
Just a trick. They never camo back
all of tlicm were killed. Everyone
knows better than to try now,
"Nevertheless, we can't etajr hero
much longer." In nnswer to tho girl's
puzzled inquiry ho explained: "My
money Is gone nil but a few cents.
This is tho last of our food and there
is no chance of getting more. Jucket
Tho girl was not wholly unconscious it hns eomo mysterious source of supply
seemed, for sho stirred and murmured
faintly:. "Thoso wagons! Don't let
them put mo In thero with tho other
dead. They pllo tho bodies high" A
weak shudder convulsed her.
O'Reilly bent lower, nnd in n strong,
determined voice cried: "You nre not
going to die. I havo money for food.
Rouso yourself, Rosa, rouso yourself."
"Sho prayed for you every night,"
tho negress volunteered. "Such faith I
Such trust I Sho never doubted that
you would come and find her. Some
times sho cried, but that was becauso
of her brother. Esteban, you know, is
dead. Yes, dead, like all the rest."
"Esteban Is not dend," O'Reilly ns
sorted. "Ho Is allvo. Rosa, do you
hear that? Esteban Is allvo and well
I left hlra with Gomez In the Orient
I havo como to tako you to hlra J"
"Esteban allvo? Hal You are fool
ing us." Evangellna wagged her head
wisely. "We know better than that"
"I tell you ho Is allvo," O'Reilly in-
Blstcd. Ho heard Jacket calling to him
at that moment, bo ho hallooed to tho
boy ; then when tho latter hnd arrived,
ho explained briefly, without nllowing
Jnckct tlmo in which to express his
amazement:
"Our search is over ; we have found
them. But they won't bellevo that
Esteban Is alive. Tell them tho truth."
"Yes, ho Is allvo. Wo found hlra
rotting In a prison and wo rescued
hlra," Jacket corroborated. Ho stared
curiously at tho recumbent flflguro on
tho bench, then nt O'Reilly. Ho puck
ered his lips and gave vent to a low
whistle of amazement. "So. This la
your pretty one, eh? I She Well,
I don't think much of her. But then,
you nro not so handsome, yourself, are
you?"
Evangellna seemed to do Btupw, a
and he manages to bring In something
every now and then, but thero nre flvo
of us to feed, and he can't furnish more
Squcczo tho Julco of two lemons into
bottlo containing thrco ounces of
Orchard White, shake well, and you
have n quarter pint of tho best freckle,
sunburn and tan lotion, and complexion
beautlflcr, at very, very small cost
Your grdcer has tho lemons and any
drug storo or toilet counter will supply;
three ounces of Orchard Whlto for a!
few cents. Massage this swoetly fra
grant lotion into the face, neck, arms
and hands each day and see how freck
les, su churn, wlndburn and tan disap
pear and how clear, soft and white tha
skin becomes. Yes i It is harmless.
Adv. .
Not a Comlo Sheet Boy.
A. Clovelnnd young woman has a
ten-yonr-old brother who Is wise be
yond his years and Is likely to crop
out In new places at tho most unex
pected times. The other night the
anxious suitor called on his inamor
ata, arriving at her domlcllo a little
beforo ho was expected. Sho was not
ready to mnko her appearance, and the
duty of entertaining the caller de
volved upon tho llttlo brother.
"Well, Bobby," began tho young man
In an effort to make conversation and
at tho samo tlmo to put his involun
tary host at his ease, "doos your sis
ter think that I am calling attho housa
oftener than I am welcomo?"
Tho child looked keenly at the call
er. "Notnlng uolng, no said. "Do
on think I'm ono of these fresh kids
you read about In tho funny papers?
Thero ain't' going to bo no embarrass
ing answer this tlmo."
moll. Joy, thanksgiving, compassion I trlflo touched, perhaps, from suffering,
a thousand cmotlona mingled In a sort
of delirium, too wild for conorent
thought or Bpccch,
Fear finally brought hun to his
senses, for ho became awaro that Rosa
had collapsed and that his endearments
left her unthrlllcd. Quickly ho bore
her to tho bench and laid her upon it
for Bho laid a skinny claw upon O'Reil
ly's shoulder nnd warned him enruest
ly: "Look out for Cobo. You have
honrd about him, eh? Well, ho Is tho
causo of all our ralsory. Ho hunted us
from placo to plnco, nnd It wns for him
that I put thnt hump on her back, un
derstand me, she is straight straight
"Esteban la Not Dead," O'Reilly As-
eerted.
than enough for himself. No, we must
mnko a movo at once, whllo wo hav
tho strength."
itosa nau not nsKcu tno sourco
whence camo tho blessed food which
was bringing tho llfo blood back into
her body, and although that food was
not much a little meal, a plantain, 8l
occasional scrap of meat or llsh it ha.
never occurred to her that tho. suppl.
might bo limited. She met tho prob
lem bravely, however.
(TO DB CONTINUED.)
LEMON JUICE
TAKES OFF TAN
Girls! Make bleaching lotion
if skin is sunburned,
tanned or freckled
For Pimply Faces.
ro remove pimples and blackheads
imear thei, with Cutlcura Ointment
Wash off In flvo minutes with Cutlcura
Soap and hot water. For free samples,
address "Cutlcura, Dept X, Boston."
At druggists and by mail. Soap 25,
Ointment 25 and 50. Adv.
Slacker. ,
"lira. Norman Whltehouso," Bald a
Oolony club member, "failed In her,
propaganda work abroad. Well, I'm
sot surprised. Sho has too shan) a
irit for a good propagandist
"Once, Just after our declaration
war, sho attended a luncheon here.
young man on her right had the
Impoliteness, during tho egg courso, to.
rawn. Sho looked astonished, and tho
roung man said contritely:
"Excuse me; I'm bored.'
"Mrs, Whltebouso stared nt tho stoT
pld young fellow, and said:
"Oh, don't be bored. Go and be
trilled.' "
Red Crosa Ball Blue, made In America.
therefore the best, delights the housewife.
All good groccra. Adv.
Some in the City.
An Incident at tho market recently5
Indicated that not nil of tho "city
folks" aro posted on tho farm game.
A woman looking at tho crates ot
gooseberries offered for sale by one of
the market women said: "My good
ness, you must keep a lot of geese to
get so many gooseberries I"
And Uio woman from tho country
was quick to respond. "Oh, yes, we
do havo a fow geese, but there are
somo In tho city as well 1" Butler .
(Pa.) Times.
Must Have Many Friends.
A certain individual marked his In
come tax return: "No lncomo livos
on borrowed money."
Whereupon tho assessor sent a note
Inquiring: "From what source do you
pay tho Interest on tho loans?"
The taxpayer replied: "Out of the
money borrowed, supplemented by fur
ther loans." London Tit-Bits. .
HUSBAND
SAVES WIFE
From Suffering by Getting
Her Lydia EL Pinkham's
Vegetable Compound.
Pittsburgh. Pa. " For many months
I was not able to do my work owing to
a weakness wmcn
caused backache
and headaches. A
friend called m y
attention to one of
your newspaper
advertisements and
immediately my
husband bought
three bottles of
Lydia E. Pinkham's
V egetablo Com
pound for me.
After taking1 two
Hnttlou I fait fino
and my troubles caused by that weak
ness are a thing of the pnst All women
who suffer as I did should try Lydia E.
Pinkham's Vegetable Compound."
Mrs. Jao. Rohrberg, 620 Knapp St.
N. 8., Pittsburgh, Pa.
Women who suffer from nny form of
weakness.asindicatedby displacements.
Inflammation, ulceration, irregularities.
uacKacne, neaoacnes, nervousness or
"tne blues," should accept Mrs. Rohr
uciKo BUKgesuon una give iiyaia
Pinkham's Vegetable Compound
thorough trial.
For nvnr fnrrr It t... I.,
Correcting such nl1mnt It
mvsterlous complications write for
advice to Lydia E. Plnkham Medicine
Co., Lynn, Mass.
E.
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