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For five weeks X was
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My back throbbed as
If It would break and
the kidney secretions
were In terrible con
dition. The doctors
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I was resigned to my
fate. At this critical
using Doan’s Kidney
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and was cured."
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AN UP AND DOWN ARGUMENT.
Sam—I wants yo’ toe understand
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down, too.
Confusing.
Craig Biddle, at a dinner In New
port, was describing the changing
odds on the Jeffrles-Johnson fight at
Reno.
"Eight to four and a half on Jef
fries—nine to six the other way about
—three to ono and a quarter—it’s
rather confusing. Isn’t It?” he said.
*Tn fact, it's almost os confusing as
the two glrlB’ talk about a secret.
“ 'Mary,' said the first girl, ‘told me
that you had told her that secret I
told you not to toll her.’
•' ‘The nasty thing,’ said the other
girl. 'I told her not to tell you I told
her.’
" ‘Well,’ said the flrst gh-1, ’I told
her I wouldn’t toll you she told me—■
so don’t tell her I did.’"
Foiled.
He was very bashful and she tried
to make It easy for him. They were
striving along the seashore and she
became silent for a time. “What’s
the matter?” he asked
"Oh, I feel blue,” she replied. "No
body loves mo and my hands are
■cold.”
"You should not say that,” was his
word of consolation, "for God loves
you, and your mother loves you, und
you can sit on your hands."—Success
Magazine.
True Independence.
You will always nnd those who
think they know what Is your duty
better than you know It. It la easy In
the world to live aftor the world's
opinion; It Is easy In solitude to live
after our own; but the great man Is
he who. In the midst of the crowd,
keeps, with perfect sweetness, the In
dependence of solitude.—Emerson.
PUZZLED
Hard Work, Sometimes, to Raisa
Children.
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adults. Nature works more accurate
ly through the children.
A Brooklyn lady says: “Our little
hoy had long been troubled with
weak digestion. We could never per
suade him to take more than one taste
of any kind of cereal food. He was
a weak little chap and we were puz
zled to know what to feed him on.
“One lucky day we tried Grape
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eat with such a relish, and It did me
good to see him. From that day on !
It seemed as though we could almost \
see him grow. He would eat Grape- j
Nuts for breakfast and supper, and I
thjnk he would have liked tho food
for dinner.
“The difference In his appearance Is
something wonderful.
“My husband had never fancied ce
real foods of any kind, but ho be
came very fond of Grape-Nuts and has
been much improved In health sincd
using It.
“We are now a healthy family, and
naturally believe In Grape-Nuts.
"A friend has two children who were
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satisfied that tho disease was caused
by lack of proper nourishment. They
showed it. So I urged her to use
Grape-Nuts as an experiment and tho
result was almost magical.
“They continued the food and today
hch children are well and strong as
any children In this city, and, of
course, my friend is a firm believer In
Grape-Nuts for she has the evidence
before her eyes every day.”
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TAVERNAY
A Tale of the Red Terror
BY BURTON E. 8TEVEN8ON.
Author of "The Marathon Myetery," "The Holladay Caae,” “A Soldier of
Virginia,” etc.
Copyrighted, 1»09. by Burton E. Stevwnnon.
i ■ - -— --.....-- . --—--i
CHAPTER XVH—(Contnued)
But a moment or two sufficed to give
me back my breath, and struggling to
my feet, I first made sure that the
leafy curtain had fallen naturally Into
place; then I made a quick circuit of
the cavern. I found It rudely circular,
with a diameter of perhaps a rod and
a height of half aa much. Pasdeloup
had doubtless occupied It more than
once, for In one corner was a pile of
dry moss, which had evidently served
for a bed. To this I bore that still,
limp body and fell to chafing wrist
and temple, with a harrowing fear
again gripping my heart. She was so
pale, so haggard, her hands were so
cold and nerveless, that I was almost
ready to believe that the horrors and
hardships of the night had slain her;
there was no pulse, no respiration —
no sign that the spirit still clung to
its earthly tenement.
Desparlngly, I let the limp hand
fall; If sho were really dead, my path
lay clear before me-—I would ehare
the fate of my companions—I would
die beside them!
I bent and kissed her Ups, softly,
reverently. And In that Instant a
gentle sigh came from them, her
eyes opened and she lay looking up at i
me.
"Then you are not dead!” I cried.'
‘You are not dead!" and I caught up
her hands again and chafed them
madly, feeling with Joy Indescribable
the warmth of life returning to them.
Sho lay still a moment longer,
then gently drew her hand away and
raised herself to a sitting posture.
"Where are wo?” she questioned,
staring about her In the green half
light which fllltered through the leafy
curtain. "What hns happened to us?"
"Wo ore In a cavern which Pasde
loup knew of," I explained. "We are
safe." !
"I thought we vvero under the
ocean," sho said, still staring about
her. “Far down In the depths of the i
Ocean— I have always fancied It must
be like this. But where are the oth
ers?" sho demanded, suddenly.
“That I do not know,” 1 answered, I
as cheerfully as I could. "No doubt!
they have escaped In another dtreo- I
tlon,” but In my heart I knew the ab- '
surdity of such a hope.
“You left them, then?" she qiies- 1
tloned, looking at mo from under
level brows.
"M. le Comte commanded It.” 1 an- 1
iwered. flushing. "I)o you not remem- !
ber?"
Sho pressed her hands to her tem- I
pies.
"I remember nothing." she said, at
last, "except that we climbed a grent
mountain, and that your arm was
about me, Hiding me."
1 breathed a sigh of relief that her
memory stopped there.
"Shall I go back and look for them?"
I asked.
"No, no!" she protested and caught
my hand. "Do not leave me here—at
least, not yet!" I
"I shall have to go before long, In
any event," I pointed out. "We must
have food."
"I am not hungry—I feel that 1 shall
nevop again be hungry."
"Nevertheless, you must eat. You
Kust be strong and brave. We have a
ng Journey before us.”
"A long Journey?"
‘Yea—we shall not ho really safe
until we are among M. le Comte’s
friends In the Bocago."
"Is that far?" she asked.
“Not so far but that we shall reach
there safely." I assured her.
She lay back upon the moss with a
long sigh of utter weariness.
"You must sleep," 1 added, gently.
“Do not fight It off—yield to It. You
will need your strength—all of It
for tonight.
“For tonight?"
“Yea, we shall not dare to start until
darkness comes, and we must got for
ward as far as we can ere daybreak.
You can sleep In perfect security. No
one suspects that we have taken refuge
here."
She did not answer, hut turned on
one side, laid her head upon her arm j
»nd closed her eyes. Sleep. I knew,
would claim her In a moment.
I crept forward to the mouth of tha
cavern, and sitting down behind the ,
screen of vines, pulled them aside a
little and peered down the valley, In j
the hope that I might see Pasdeloup
and M. Ie Comte making their way
toward us. But there was no one In
Bight, nor could I hear any sound of
conflict In the direction whence we
had come. It might be. I told myself,
that Pasdeloup had again succeeded
lu saving Ills master and that they
had fled together In some other direc
tion. Certainly no situation could
have been more critical and hopeless
that that In which I had left iny
friend.
v\ nuiever me result ui ui:u struggle,
there was evidently nothing left
for me to do save to stand sentinel
over my companion and see that no
harm came to her. I sat down with
my back against the wall of stone
and composed myself as comfortably
ns I could to watch the valley. In
deed, my posture was too comfort
able; the knowledge that we were
safe; the slackening of the strain un
der which l had labored, had left me
strangely weary; my eyelids drooped,
and before I realized the danger, I was
sound asleep.
I awoke with a guilty start, but a 1
single glance down Into the valley re
assured me—no danger * threatened
us from that direction. How long I
had slept I could not guess, but it
must have been some hours, for I
felt refreshed, invigorated, ready for
anything—ready especially to under
take an energetic search for food to ap
pease the Insistent gnawing In my
stomach.
But first I turned back Into the cave
and bent over my companion. She was
still sleeping peacefully. A ray of light
which had fought Its way through the
leafy curtain fell upen her face In soft
benediction. I saw how sleep had wiped
away the lines of weariness and anx
iety. which I had noticed there, and I
knew she would be ready for the task
which nightfall would bring with It.
I drew her cloak more closely about
her, then went out softly, leaving her
undisturbed 1 glanced up and down
the valley to assure myself that I was
unobserved, drew carefully together the
veil of vines behind me, then paused
a moment to reflect. I had two things
to do—I must secure food, arid l must
discover. If possible, the fate of our
companions. I resolved to do the lat
ter first, and so proceeded cautiously
down the valley, keeping a sharp look
out on every side. 1 thought for a
time that I hud got my directions
strangely mixed, fur the sun appeared
to be rising In the west instead of In
the east, hut I soon perceived that It
was not rising at all, but setting, and
that Instead of being mid-morning, It
was mid-afternoou. 1 had slept not
1
three or four hours, ns I had fancied,
but eight or nine.
That discovery had the effect of
hastening my steps and lessening my
caution. I had no time to lose, and
whatever the result of the fight at the
cliff, it was Improbable that any of
the enemy had lingered so long In the
neighborhood. So I went, forward
boldly and as swiftly as I could down
the hill. Into the narrow bed of the
torrent where now murmured the clear
waters of a little brook, over the rough
stones, around a Jagged point of rock
—and the scene of the fight lay before
me.
For a moment I saw only the rocks,
the red earth—then my eye was caught
by a huddled mass so trampled Into
the mud as to be almost Indistinguish
able from it, yet unmistakably a
human body. I hastened forward with
heart beating madly; I bent above It
and stared down Into the battered and
blackened face. Disfigured, repulsive
as It was, I knew It Instantly—it was
Pasdeloup. With a sudden feeling of
suffocation, I stood erect and looked
about mo, trembling at the thought of
the dread objects my eyes sought and
yet shrank from. Then I drew a quick
breath of relief, of Joy, of thankfulness.
Pasdeloup had sacrificed his life, in
deed, but not in van; his master had
escaped, by some miracle he had
escaped, bearing his wife with him.
Rho had been only wounded, then—
that was not the pallor of death—she
had merely fainted; perhaps the wound
had been only a trivial one. But which
way had he gone? Why did he not
press forward to the cave? I must
hasten to him. He would need assist
ance. Which way—
I stopped, shivering, my eyes burn
ing Into my brain, for there, in cruel
exposure, half way down the slope,
were two objects—
How I got down to them, shaken as
I was by the agony of that discovery,
I know not; I remember only the
tempest of wild rage which burst with
in ino as I looked down at those naked,
mutilated figures—hideously, unspeak
ably mutilated. And I held my
clenched hands above my head and
swore, as thore was a God in heaven,
that 1 would have vengeance of the
devil who had done this thing. He
would pay for It; he should pay to the
uttermost, drop by drop. I vowed my
Rclf to the task; by may father's mem
ory, by my mother's love, by my hope
of heaven, I swore that for me there
should be no rest, no happiness, no
contentment until I had pulled this
monster down and sent his soul to the
torture which awaited It.
For an Instant the mad thought
seized me to set off at once on the trail
of the murderers, to harry them, cleave
them asunder, seize the fiend who had
set them on, and wring his life out: A
superhuman strength possessed me, a
divine ardor of vengeance, and not for ;
an instant did T doubt that God would j
nerve my arm to accomplish all this—
to have doubted that would be to doubt j
His Justice, His might. His mercy. But ]
suddenly I remembered that another !
duty had been laid upon me. I must
discharge that, first; T must go on to
(lie Borage. Then I could turn back to j
Dange.
1 grew calmer after a time; that
divine rage passed away and left me
weak anil shaken. I sat limply down j
upon a nearby stone, and gazed at
those desecrated bodies, with the hot
tears starting from my eyes at thought
of the gallant man and fair woman for
whom this hideous fate had been re
served. In that moment of anguish,
there was but one comforting reflec
tion—she had died with her husband's
arms about her, ids voice in her ears,
ids kisses on her lips. Her soul had
winged its flight to heaven pure, uri
Si'lied. It was not she who suffered
lld.s defilement It was but the poor,
outgrown, empty dwelling which she
'eft behind. And -he had Joined her
before a throne which wouid endure
through nil eternitv, in a land where
there were no revolutions.
Yet. deserted. Insentient ns they were.
I could not leave these poor bodies here
to rot In the sun, food for carrion birds
and unclean beasts of the night. Still
t could not spare the time to bury
them, for tlie sun was alreadv sinking
toward the horizon. I glanced despair
ingly about me—then I saw the way.
Twenty feet above the bed of the
stream, some tremendous freshet had
eaten into the l>nnk and so undermined
It that It seemed to hang tottering in
the air. In a moment, I had carried tlie
bodies one by one Into the shadow of
this bank and laid them tenderly side
by Ride. Then I hesitated but only for
an Instant. I went straight to the spot
where Pasdeloup lav. and half drag
ging, half onrrying, placed him at Inst
beside his master, where he surely had
tlie right to lie—where, I even fancied,
he would have wished to He. I knew
little of the burial mass, but I could
I'lajci uuuvf cnein, and
consecrate the ground with my tears.
As I was about to turn away a
sudden thought struck me. Here was
a disguise ready to my hand, and I
would need one sorely. I had donned
my gayest suit the night before—the
suit, indeed, I had not thought to wear
until I approached the high altar at
Poitiers- and though it was already
sadly soiled and torn, it must still at
tract attention to a man with no better
moans of conveyance than his own legs.
I'nder the rude garments which Pasde
loup had worn—stained as they were
with blood and dirt no one would sus
pect the royalist. Here was a chance
not to bo neglected. In a moment I
had stripped off his stockings, blouse
and breeches, cleaned the caketj mud
from them ns well as I could, and
throwing my own garments over him,
donned his—not without a shiver of
repugnance—taking care to transfer to
my new attire my purse, my ammuni
tion, and the one pistol which remained
to me. and to secure the knife which
had already done such execution, and
which I found gripped in his right hand.
I tied his coarse handkerchief about
my head, and stopping only for a little
prayer, clambered to the top of the
bank and with my sword began to loos
en the overhanging earth. Great cracks
showed hero and there, and it must
soon have rallen of Its own weight;
so very little remained for me to do,
and at the end of a moment's work.
I saw the cracks slowly widen.
Then, with a dull crash which echoed
along the valley, the earth fell upon
the bodies, burying them to a depth
of many feet, safe from desecration
by the fang of brute or the eye of man.
The tears were streaming down my
face as 1 turned away, hut I could
not linger, for darkness was at hand
and I hnd already been too long ab
sent from my charge. I flung my sword
far down the cllfT. for I would have
no further need of It. then, with all
the speed at my command, I retraced
my steps along the bed of the stream
and upward toward the ledge of rock
As I approached It, I fancied I saw a
figure slip quickly out of sight behind
; the vines. Dreading I knew not wb»»
I hastened my step, swept aside the
curtain and stooped to enter.
But even as I did so, there came
a burst of flame almost In my face,
and I felt a sharp, vivid pain tear
across my cheek.
CHAPTER XVIII.
Circe’s Toilet.
I was so blinded by the flash and by
the swirl of acid smoke which followed
It that for an Instant I thought there
had been some terrible explosion; an
other mine, perhaps, designed to wreck
our cavern and entomb us beneath the
rocks. Then, in an agony of fear, not
for myself, but for the girl confined to
my keeping, I sprang forward, deter
mined to clinch with my assailant be
fore he could fire again. Once my
fingers were at his throat, I knew he
would never fire—I would take a sav
age Joy In shaking his life outl
But at the third step I stumbled
over some obstruction and came head
long to the floor. I was up again In an
Instant, my back to the wall, my pistol
In my hand, wondering at my escape—
but there was no second attack, not a
sound save my own hurried breathing.
Then, as my eyes grew accustomed
to the gloom, I saw with astonishment
that the cavern was empty. What was
It that had happened? Who was it
had fired that shot at me? What was
the obstruction which had brought me
down? I could Just discern It on the
floor before me—a dim, huddled mass,
I went to It, bent over It, peered down
at It—and In a surren panic terror, l
saw that It was Charlotte I The fiends
had been watching, then; they had
seen me leave the cavern, they had seen
me desert her—fool that I was!—they
had waited until I was safely away,
then they had crept In upon her, sur
prised her as she slept, secure In the
thought that I was watching over her!
And they had murdered her, or worse
than that
vvibii a Biuaii ui ttjjujiy, x jjruyt’u iur
her wrist and found myself clutching
a pistol whose barrel was still warm.
In a flash I understood and my heart
bounded again with Joy, the while I
cursed my carelessness. It was she
who had fired at met How was she to
know me In this dress? fihe had been
watching for me outside the cave, and
had seen a brigand approaching her;
she had slipped behind the curtain and
a moment later I had burst In upon her
without a word of warning. Fool that
I was! Fool! And yet my heart was
singing with Joy and thankfulness—
Joy that she had escaped; thankfulness
that she had turned the pistol against
me and not against herselfl Had she
dono that—but I shook the thought
from me lest I break down completely.
I drew her to the entrance of the
cavern that the cool air of the eve
ning might play upon her face. At
the end of a moment, her lips parted
In a faint sigh, her bosom rose and
fell convulsively and she opened her
eyes and stared up at me, with a gaze
In which horrow grew and deepened.
•'Do you not know me, my love?”
I asked. "It Is Tavernay. See,” and
I snatched off Pasdeloup’s knotted
headgear.
The warm color flooded her face
and she sat suddenly upright.
"Then it was you!” she gasped.
‘It was you!”
“Tes,” and I laughed with the sheer
Joy of seeing her again so full of
life. "It was I at whom you discharged
your pistol. An Inch to the right, and
I should not be talking to you now,”
and I placed my finger on the still
smarting scratch across my cheek.
She gave one glance at It, then fell
forward, sobbing, her face between her
hands. What would I not have given
to take her In my arms, to hold her
close against my heart, to kiss away
those tears! But even In that mo
ment, there was about her something
which held me back; something which
recalled the promise I had made her;
something which bade me remember
that she was In my care, defenseless;
that she trusted me, and that to abuse
that trust were Infamous. So I stilled
the hot pulsing of my blood as far as In
me lay, and even succeeded In speak
ing with a certain coldness
“Mademoiselle,” I said, touching her
delicate, quivering shoulder, "It was
nothing—or, rather. It was Just what
you should have done. The fault was
wholly mine. I should not have burst
In upon you like that. But I was so
worried, so anxious to know that you
wer" safe. You were right in shoot
ing. 1C you had killed me, it would
have been no more than I deserved. I
blame only myself, and bitterly. I
was a fool. I hope you will find It In
your heart to pardon me."
Her sohs had ceased and as I fin
ished. she threw back her hair and sat
erect again. I saw with astonishment
and relief that she was smiling—and I
found her smile as disturbing as her
tears.
“Then we are quits, are we not,
monsieur," she asked, “since we each
made a mistake?"
"You did not make a mistake,” I
protested, "so wo are not quits until
you have forgiven me."
She held out her hand with a
charming gesture.
“You are forgiven,” she said, "so
far as you need forgiveness. And now,"
she continued, drawing away the hand
which I had not the courage to re
linquish, and rising quickly to her
feet, "what are your plans?”
"There Is, down yonder,” I answered,
"a charming little brook, which purls
over the stones and stops to loiter,
here and there. In the basins of the
rock. The water Is very cool, and
clear.”
(Continued Next Week.)
To the Men Who Lose.
Here’s to the men who lose!
What though their work be ne’er so
nobly planned.
And watched with Jealous care,
No glorious halo crowns their efforts
grand,
Contempt Is failure's share.
Here's to the men who lose!
If triumph’s easy smile our struggle
greet.
Courage Is easy then:
The king Is he who after fierce defeat
Can up and fight again.
Here's to the men who lose!
The ready plaudits of a fawning world
Ring sweet In victor’s ears:
The vanquished banners never are un*
furledv
For them there sound no cheers.
Here’s to the men who lose!
The touchstone of true worth Is not auo
cess,
There Is a higher test—
Though fate may darkly frown onward
to press.
And bravely do one’s best.
Here’s to the men who lose!
It Is the vanquished praises that I sing.
And this is the toast 1 choose;
' A hard-fought failure Is a noble thing,
Here's to the men who lose!”
—Unknown.
When You Get Used to It.
From Life.
Admiral’s Wife Of course, my dear,
like all seafaring men. my husband oc
< asionally uses rather vehement lan
guage.
Rector’s Wife--Yes, but you get used
| to it Just as a clergyman’s wife gets
used to doing without it.
--
| The son of Hetty Ureen, a very ener
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1 worth of American Beauty roses last
! year.
Saucy Soldier Shut Her Up.
Col. Robert C. Carter at a Nashville
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"Then there was Dash of Company
V he said. "Dash had the reputa
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In the regiment.
‘It was Private Dash, you know,
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the owner's wife, a grande dame In
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"Dash asked her for food. She re
fused him. He asked again. But, still
refusing, she walked away.
“ ‘No,’ she said, ‘I’ll give you noth
ing, trespassing like this; I’ll give you
nothing. My mind Is made up.’
"'Made up, Is It?’ said Dash. ‘Like
the rest of you, eh ?’ ”
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^£“013 JgjuyydjOl Rash and Skin Disease*
jMfe. and every blem
25^* a M 27fcv\lsh on beauty,
- . n rarfl i/^/f and defies doreo*
Cd2®3 lOV ror InypI] tlon. It has stood
ga m « Kfjr Ithe test of 62 yra
*.= £§ J «nd Is 80 harra
Ji «S:I less we taste it to
* be sure It is prop
erly made. Ao
cept no counter
feit of similar
name. Dr. L. A.
fiavro said to a
lady of the haut
ton (a patient))
"As you ladieg
will use theim
04i .. „ ~ . . I recommenJ
•Gourand’s Cream* as the least harmful of al
the skin preparations.” For sale by all druggists an]
Fancy-Goods Dealers In the U.8.,Canada and Euro pa
Ferd.T. Hopkins, Prop., 37 Great Jones SU. New York
Because of Its delicate, emollient,
sanative, antiseptic properties derived
from Cutlcura Ointment, united with
the purest of cleansing ingredients
and most refreshing of flower odors,
Cutlcura Soap is unrivaled for preserv
ing, purifying and beautifying the
skin, scalp, hair and bands, and, as
sisted by Cutlcura Ointment, for dis
pelling Itching Irritation and In
flammation and preventing clogging
of the pores, the cause of many disfig
uring facial eruptions. All who de
light in a clear skin, soft, white hands,
a clean, wholesome scalp and live,
glossy hair, will find that Cutlcura
Soap and Cutlcura Ointment realize
every expectation. Cutlcura Reme
dies are sold throughout the world.
Potter Drug & Chem. Corp., sole pro
prietors, Boston, Mass. Send to them
for the latest Cuticura Book, an au
thority on the best care of the skin,
scalp, hair and hands. It is mailed
free on request.
Uncle Allen.
"If you’re getting old and don’t
know it,” philosophized Uncle Allen
Sparks, "you’ll find It out when you
go back to the town where you grew
up and look around for the hoys you
used to play with when vou were a
kid.”
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DR. MARTEL’S FEMALE PILLS. |
Seventeen Years the Standard.
Prescribed and recommended for
Women's Ailments. A scientifically pre- ]
pared remedy of proven worth. The
result from their use is quick and per- j
manent. For sale at all Drug Stores.
We are builders of our own charac
ters.—J. F. W. Ware.
Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing? Syrap.
Forchlldren toothing, softens the guuis, reduces In
Uaamuationakllay s naln. cures wind colic. 26c & bottle.
Absence makes the picture post
cards accumulate.
Ukmmi,
If you had positive proof that a certain remedy for
female ills had made many remarkable cures, woula you
not feel like tiying it ?
If during the last thirty years we have not succeeded in
convincing every fair-minded woman that Lydia E. Pink
ham’s Vegetable Compound has cured thousands and thou
sands of women of the ills peculiar to their sex, then we
long for an opportunity to do so by direct correspondence.
Meanwhile read the following letters which we guarantee
to be genuine and truthful.
Hudson, Ohio.—“ I suffered for a long time from a weakness.
Inflammation, dreadful pains each month and suppression. I
had been doctoring and receiving only temporary relief, when a
friend advised me to take Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com
pound. I did so, and wrote to you for advice. I have faithfully
followed your directions and now, after taking only five bottles
of the Vegetable Compound, I have every reason to believe I am
a well woman. I give you full permission to use my testimonial.”
—Mrs. Lena Carmocino, Hudson, Ohio. R. F. I>. No. 7.
St. Regis Falls, N. Y.—“Two years ago I was
so bad that I had to take to my bed every month,
and it would last from two to three weeks. I
wrote to you for advice and took Lydia E. Pink
ham’s Vegetable Compound in dry form. I am
happy to say that I am cured, thanks to your
medicine and good advice. Yon may uso my
letter for the good of others.” — Mrs. «J. il.
lireyere, St. Regis Falls, N. Y.
There is absolutely no doubt about the
ability of this grand old remedy, made from
the roots and herbs of our fields, to cure
female diseases. We possess volumes of proof of this fact,
enough to convince the most skeptical.
For 30 years Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound has been the standard remedy for
female ills. No sick woman does justice to
herself who will not try this famous medicine.
Made exclusively from roots and herbs, and
has thoin'mids of cures to its credit.
jamaMBfc Mrs. Pinkham invites all sick women
to write her for advice. She has
guided thousands to heal tit free of charge.
Address Mrs. Pinkham. Lynn, Mass.
AXLE GREASE
Keeps the spindle bright and
tree from grit. Try a box.
Sold by dealers everywhere.
STAWDA^D OIL CO.
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