# C A¥ IT* 280 acre Improved, tiled Iowa
J » v/IV farm, one mile from town, till).
! Address owner. II. B. L1CHTY, Waterloo, Iowa.
Feminine Reasoning.
Stella—Her gown is just like yours.
Bella—1 don’t care if her’s is a dupli
cate of mine, but I don’t want mine a
duplicate of hers.—Puck.
Snakes in Prohibition Maine.
Snakes emptied two saloons in Port
land of the crowds of customers a few
evenings ago. A non-resident ordered
a box of snakes sent to him from the
south for the purpose of cleaning out
a vast number of rats from his place.
The snakes were given a chance to
deconstrate their rat-killing ability
and the large snake destroyed 15 in
a few minutes. The snakes tvere then
taken to two different saloons and in
a few minutes cleared them of the
crowd.—Kennebec Journal.
—
To Make Fruit Jar Rubbers Last.
f To have fruit jar rubbers last, keep
' them well covered in a jar full of
flour until used, and as soon as re
moved from empty jars. One can
then afford a good quality of rubbers,
as kept thus they will safely last sev
eral seasons. When there is doubt of
old rubbers, they may often be made
|f to eke out one more season by using
two of the rubbers to each jar and
screwing down tight. Always stand
newly filled jars upside down until
cool, to test the tops and rubbers.—
Designer.
NATURALLY.
V
Hix—Did you notify the police of
the robbery?
Dix—Yes, and I am expecting at
any moment to hear that they have
arrested the wbong man.
WRONG SORT
Perhaps Plain Old Meat, Potatoes and
Bread May Be Against You
for a Time.
A change to the right kind of food
can lift one from a sick bed. A lady
In Welden, 111., says:
“Last spring I became bed-fast with
severe stomach troubles accompanied
by sick headache. I got worse and
worse until I became so low I could
scarcely retain any food at all, al
though I tried about every kind.
“I had become completely discour
aged, and given up all hope, and
thought I was doomed to starve to
death, until one day my husband, try
ing to find something I could retain,
brought home some Grape-Nuts.
, “To my surprise the food agreed
with me, digested perfectly and with
out distress. I began to gain strength
at once. My flesh (which had been
flabby), grew firmer, my health im
proved in every way and every day,
and in a very few weeks I gained 20
pounds in weight.
“I liked Grape-Nuts so well that for
four months I ate no other food, and
always felt as well satisfied after eat
ing as if I had sat down to a fine ban
quet.
“I had no return of the miserable
sick stomach nor of the headaches,
that I used to have when I ate other
food. I am now a well woman, doing
all my own work again, and feel that
life is worth living.
“Grape-Nuts food has been a God
send to my family; it surely saved my
life; and my two little boys have
thriven on it wonderfully.” Name
given by Postum Co., Battle Creek,
Mich.
Read the little book, “The Road to
Wellville,” in pkgs. "There’s a reason.”
Ever read the above letter? A new
one nppenrn from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
Intercut.
THAT AFFAIR AT
T7 T Trj \ DCTU By Burton E. Stevenson,
H . I . I M . |J I', I I 1 Author of "The Marathon Mystery," “The
•*-' *-*-*■*■ X a Holliday Case,” Etc.
New York—Henry Holt & Co.-1307.
CHAPTER III—(Continued.)
He paused for a moment to be sure
of his self-control, and I had the
chance to look at him more closely.
His face was not only comely, It was
strong, magnetic. The black hair and
eyes bespoke, a vigorous temperament,
full beard, "closely cropped, served
rather to accentuate the fine lines of
mouth and chin. There was no super
flous flesh about the face—no
puffiness; It was thin with the,.1lea“J?;(
thinness which tells of a busy life, and
browned by exposure to wind and sun.
It was, altogether, a manly face, not
the merely handsome one which I had
rather expected. My eyes were dra
especially to his hand as he Passedlt
hastily across his forehcad-aland
firm, white, with slightly taper‘"|
fingers—an artist's hand which one
would scarcely connect with an
glneer of construction.
“There's really very little I can tell
you.” he said, at last. When l saw
Marcia this morning
His voice choked and he paused, un
able for the moment to go on.
“Let. us begin farther back than that.
Mr Curtiss ” I suggested, knowing that
the beginning wfs the hardest part.
ir. TinvoA tells me you were class
mates. VWhen did you graduate from
college?"
“Seven years ago. N
“And you came at once to Ne
T"Yes' to take the examination for the
Pe.nYou:'wenrieagivena place on the road
at“Yes—not a very important place,
but one with a chance for promotion,
which was all I asked. I was stationed
at Pittsburg for three years
called east to work on the division be
tween New York and Philadelphia. A
ylms ago, I was made assistant at the
headquarters office.” „ T
"Rather a remarkable career, I
commented, smiling. ...t.viv
"Not at all,” he protested quickly.
“I liked the work, and I w-as well
eqiUisawd'that I should have to revise
my opinion of him—certainly he was
not conceited.
“When did you meet Miss Law
rence?” I asked.
“Last December—the 10th, to be
quite accurate—just six months ago
today-.” , .
Again his voice trailed away into a
sort of hoarse whisper, though he
tried desperately to control it.
“Won’t you toll me about It?”
“Is it necessary?” he questioned mis
erably. “I—I don't want to talk.”
“I know you don't, and I don’t want
to make you. But if I'm to help, I
must know the whole story.”
I "Pardon me, Mr. Lester," he said,
pulling himself together by a mighty
I effort. “Of course you must. Only
give me time. I’m—I'm-.”
"All the time in the world," I as
sured him, and settled back in my
chair to listen.
"We had a bad grade crossing just
east of Elizabeth,” he began, after a
moment. In a steadier tone. “It was
an ugly place, with a driveway coming
down a stiff hill and meeting our
tracks at an angle which prevented a
clear view of them. We kept a flag
man there, of course, but nevertheless
accidents happened right along. A
skittish horse, once started down the
hill and frightened perhaps by the
whistle and rumble of the approaching
train, w'ould be pretty hard to stop.”
I nodded. I had seen just such mur
derous crossings.
“So the company determined to
build a viaduct there, and last Decem
ber sent me out to look over the
ground. I reached there about 9 o’clock
in the morning, and by noon had all
my data and was ready to come back
to the city.
“ ‘Can you flag this train for me,
John?’ I asked the flagman, as I
heard a whistle down the line.
“‘No, sir,’ he answered; ‘can't dp it,
sir. That’s the limited, but there’ll be
a local along 10 minutes after It’
“ 'All right,’ I said, and went up the
bank a bit to sit down and wait for It.
“The limited whistled again, Just
around the curve, and then I heard the
flagman give a yell and start up the
hill, waving hls flag like mad. I
Jumped up and saw that a buggy con
l talning two women had Just started
' down and that the horse was beyond
| control. It didn’t take me above a mln
; ute to run over, get the horse by the
| bridle, and stop him. I held the track
I record for everything up to the half
mile while I was at Sheff," he added,
! Veith a little apologetic smile.
I nodded again; only, I thought I
should like to hear the flagman tell
the story.
“The horse had knocked me about
a bit," he went on, "and kicked me on
the legs once or twice, so when I let
go the bridle I was a little wobbly_
made a fool of myself, I suppose. Any
way, I was bundled into the buggy
and taken back to Elizabeth, where
the women lived.”
"Yes." I encouraged him, for he
seemed to have come to a full stop
“and then?”
"Well, they took me home with
them and fixed me up as though I
were a plaster baby. The elder wom
an Introduced herself as Mrs. Law
rence and the younger as her daugh
ter, Marcia. They made me stay for
tea—”
He stopped again.
“I don’t know how to tell the rest,
Mr. Lester," he blurted out. “«nly
Marcia Lawrence was the divinest
woman I ever met. Royce used to
laugh at me for having an ideal.”
“Yes, he told me," I said.
"Well, I knew lnstanlty that I’d
found her. And she was very good
to me—better than I knew how to
deserve. Three months ago. she
gromised to be rpy wife—we were to
ave been married at noon today—
He sat with bowed head and work
ing face, unable to go on.
“We were happy—she was happy
I know it!” he cried fiercely, after a
moment. "There wasn’t a cloud—not
a single cloud! It was too .perfect, I
suppose—too perfect for this world.
I've heard that perfect things don’t
last. But I don’t understand—I can’t
understand!"
“Mr. Royce told me she’d disap
peared,” I said gently.
“Disappeared utterly!" He was on
hls feet now and striding madly up
and down the room, his self control
gone from him. “There wasn’t a
cloud, I tell you; not the slightest
breath of suspicion or distrust or un
happiness. Last night, some of her
friends here gave a little reception for
her, and she was the gayest of the
gay. This morning, about 10 o’clock. I
leaned to see her; she seemed very hap
py—kissed me good-bye until we should
meet at the church.
A convulsive shudder shook him. I
' saw how near he was to breaking
down.
I
"Let me tell the rest. Burr," said a
low voice from the door, and I turned
to see a woman standing there—a
woman dressed in black, with a face
of unusual sweetness, but shadowed
by a great sorrow.
! CHAPTER XV.
A STRANGE MESSAGE.
I guessed in a breath who she was,
and my heart went out to her In
Instant pity. Yet a second glaqce told
me that It was not the shadow of
this recent sorrow which lay across
her face. Time alone could grave
those lines of calm endurance, could
give to the eyes that look of quiet
resignation, to the mouth that curve
of patient suffering; and only a deep
spiritual faith could preserve and
heighten the sweetness and gentleness
of a countenance so marked.
“This is Mr. Lester, Mrs. I.awronce,"
said our junior, quickly, and placed a
chair for her. “We've asked Mr. Les
ter to help us," he added.
She closed the door behind her and
came forward as we rose, acknow
ledging the introducetlon with the
faintest of bows,
"Thank you,” she said. “Lucy told
me you had returned, Mr. Royce,” she
went on, a little tremulously, "and I
was anxious to know if you had any
news.”
"Not yet. Mr. Curtiss was just tell
ing Mr. Lester-”.
"Yes," she interrupted, "I saw how
he was suffering and I wished to spare
him, if I could."
“My dear Mrs. Lawrence,” broke In
Curtiss, "you must think only of spar
ing yourself.”
"Still,” I suggested, “it’s possible that
Mrs. Lawrence can help us a great
deal, if she will.”
She was holding herself admirably in
hand, and I thought her in much less
danger of breaking down than Curtiss
himself. Perhaps the old sorrow had
taught her how to bear the new one.
"I shall be glad to help you all 1
can,” she said, and smiled a faint en
couragement.
"it seemed brutal to question her
at such a time, hut I saw it must bo
done and I nerved myself to do it.
"Mrs. Lawrence,” I be.gan, "has any
possible explanation of your daughte r’s
flight occurred to you?"
“No,” she answered quickly, anil
with an emphasis that rather startled
me. "It seems to me utterly unex
plainable. Evan yet, I can scarcely be
lieve it!”
“She left no message for you?"
"Not a word; she simply disap
peared.
"And you had no warning?"
"Warning?” she repeated, facing
around upon me. "No!"
"Nor suspected that there was any
thing amiss?"
"Not tor an Instant."
"Since there was something amiss,
why did your daughter not confide in
you?"
“I have asked myself the same ques
tion. I am utterly unable to answer
it.”
"She was In the habit of coming to
you with her trouble*?”
"Always. There was the most per
fect confidence between us.”
"And yet she concealed this?”
"She did not conceal it!” she pro
tested. "She could not have concealed
it from my eyes, oven had she wished
to. There was nothing to conceal.
There was absolutely nothing wrong
the last time I saw her.”
“And that was?”
“Only a few minutes before she dis
appeared.”
“Will you tell Just what happened?”
I suggested, as gently as 1 could.
"Every detail you can remember.”
She sat for a moment with com
pressed lips, steadying herself.
“There's very little to tell," she be
gan. "She was quite her usual self
this morning, so far as I could see, and
very happy. Two or three of her girl
friends came in to see her for a mo
ment, to talk over the final arrange
ments, and she was giving some direc
tions about the decorations when
Mr. Curtiss called. After he had
gone, Bhe made a last trip through
the house to see that all was
right, and then started upstairs to
dress. Half an hour later, she came to
my room in her wedding gown to ask
how she looked, and I had never seen
her looking more beautiful. Only per
fect happiness can give such beauty to
a woman. I remember thinking what
a Joy it was to me that she had found
a man whom she could love as she
loved-”
A half-stifled, choking sob from Cur
tiss Interrupted her. She turned and
stretched out her hand to him, with a
gesture of infinite affection.
“I finished dressing,” she continued,
“and then went to Marcia’s room, but
she wasn’t there. Her maid said she'd
been called downstairs for a moment.
I came down, and found that the dec
orator had wanted her opinion of the
final touches. She had left him, to go
upstairs again, as he supposed. It was
then nearly half-past 11, and the
bridesmaids began to arrive. I sup
posed Marcia was in the grounds
somewhere, and sent two of the ser
vants to look for her and to tell her it
was time to start for the church. They
came back saying she was not to be
found. Then I began to be alarmed,
thinking that she had perhaps been
taken suddenly ill, and we searched the
house and grounds systematically, but
found no trace of her. At last, it
seemed Just possible that she had gone
on to the church, and the bridesmaids
hurried into the carriages and drove
away—but she wasn’t there—only Burr
wilting for her-—■”
She stopped with a sudden tremulous
ness.
"Thank you,” I said. "There's one
question I must ask, Mrs. Lawrence,
before I can go to work Intelligently.
You will pardon it. Had your daugh
ter ever had any attachment previous
to this one?”
I saw Curtiss glance at her quickly.
That solution of the problem had oc
curred to him, then, too!
“Not the shado^. of one,” answered
Mrs. Lawrence instantly, and perhaps
it was only my fancy that the uccent
of sincerity was a trifle forced. ”1 have
been Marcia’s companion and eon
fldahte all her life, and I am sure that
no man ever distinctly interested her
until she met Mr. Curtiss.”
"But she no doubt interested many
men,” I suggested.
"Yes, but never with intention.”
"That only makes the case more des
perate sometimes.”
”1 don’t believe there were any des
#rate cases. You will remember," she
added, "that we lived much abroad,
and so had few Intimate acquaintances.
Besides, Marcia was—well—extremely
patriotic. She ofen said she would
marry only an American—and an
American who lived at home and was
proud of his country. One doesn't
meet many of that kind in Europe."
"No," I agreed. Whatever my
doubts might be, it was clearly impos
slb!i> nt pres I nt to proceed any further
along that line of Inquiry.
And what other line lay open? It
sn tned to me that 1 had come to an
impasse—a closed way—which barred
fi rther progress.
I sat silent a moment, pondering the '
problem. Perhaps Mrs. Lawrence held j
the key to It, and I turned to look at
her. She was seemingly sunk in
reverie, and her lips moved from time
to time, as though she were repeating
to herself some fragmentary words. [
She seemed more Self-possessed in tile
presence of this catastrophe than one
would, have expected. Perhaps she
knew where her daughter was; perhaps
Miss Lawrence had not really fled.
There was nothing to show that she
had left the house. It seemed impossi
ble that a woman clad us she had been
could have fled, in broad day, without
attracting someone’s notice. But
whether she tuid fled or not, I reflected,
the mystery remained the same. Cer
tainly, she had not appeared at the al
tar to keep her promise to Burr Cur
tiss.
"Mrs. Lawrence," I asked, “what
reason haw you to believe that your
daughter left the house?”
Sho started from her reverie, and sat
staring at me as though scarce under
standing.'"
"Why,” she said at last, “what else
could she have done. She has disap-,
peared-”
"You’re sure she isn’t concealed
somewhere about tho place?"
"Concealed?" and Bhe paled a little
under my eyes. “Oh, no; that’s impos
sible! We’ve searched everywhere!”
“And you think she went of her own
free will?"
"She could scarcely have been
abducted,’’ she retorted. "Marcia is a
strong girl, and a single scream would
have alarmed the house.”
“That’s true,” I agreed. "Your room
is near hers?”
"Just across the hall.”
The wish flashed Into my brain to
look through the house; perhaps I
should be able to arrange It.
“There's no pit or hole, or trap or
anything of that sort Into which sho
could have fallen?”
"Oh, no; nothing of the sort."
“Nor closet nor chest Into which she
could have accidentally locked herself?”
I went on, remembering the fate of the
bride In the old song.
“No; besides, we’ve looked In them
all. We’ve searched everywhere—ev
ery corner. She’s not in the house—I'm
quite sure of that.”
"And yet you say she loved Mr. Cur
tiss?”
"Loved him devotedly."
“Than what possible reason sould sho
have for deserting him? Why should
she—
A knock at the door interrupted me.
Mrs. Lawrence, who was sitting near
est it, rose quickly and opened it. I
caught a glimpse, in the semi-dark
ness of the hall, of a woman in a
maid’s cap and apron. She gave her
mistress a letter, whispering, as she
did so, a swift sentence In her ear.
I heard Mrs. Lawrence’s low ex
clamation of surprise, as she hold the
letter up to the light and read the
superscription. Then Bho turned swift
ly toward us, her face palo with emo
tion.
“It's a note!” she cried. “A note
from Marcia! It will explain!” and she
handed the envelope to Curtiss.
“A note?" he stammered. "Addressed
to me?”
"In Marcias writing. Read It. It
will explain," she repeated.
He took it with trembling hand, went
to the window, and tore it open. I
saw his lips quivering as he read it; I
saw the white intensity with which
Mrs. Lawrence watohed his face; I was
conscious, too, of another presence in
the room, and I glanced around to see
that the maid stood leaning forward in
the open doorway, her eyes sparkling
with eagerness, her mouth working,
her hands clasping and unclasping con
vulsively. There was something sin
ister in her dark, expressive face, in
her attitude—something almost of ex
ulting, of triumph—
Curtiss crushed the letter in his hand
with a quick movement of despair, and
turned to us distraught, flushed, as
tounded.
“It tells nothing," he faltered; "noth
ing It—it—I can’t believe it! Read
it, Mr. Lester,” and he held the sheet
of paper to ward me.
There were only a few lines upon it—
"Dearest: I cannot be your wife—
how shall I tell you? It Is quite, quite
Impossible. Oh, believe me, sweetheart
nothing but tho certainty of that could
keep me from you. I am fleeing; I
cannot see you, cannot speak to you;
there can be no explanation; only I
shall love you always! Is it wrong to
write that now, I wonder? Please do
not attempt to follow me, to seek me
out; that will only mean sorrow for us
both—sorrow and shame. Perhaps
some day when the wound heals—will
it ever heal?—I can tell you, can bear
to see you. But oh, not now!
Marcia Lawrence.”
(Continued Next Week.)
Outguessing the Mighty Cobb.
From Outing.
A striking example of a pitcher out
guessing the batter is afforded in one of
the Chlcago-Detroit games for the world
championship. Tho Tigers came to bat in
the fourth inning with the score 2 to 0
against them. Both teams were playing
“close"—from the opening Inning It had
been conservative baseball with no dar
ing chances. O’Leary, the chunky De
troit shortstop, led off with a single and
big Crawford followed with another.
O’Leary was stopped at second.
It looked Ilka a Detroit rally, and the
crowd was stamping Its feet and uttering
Joyous howls. Cobb daneed up to the
plate wtih his confident swagger. Every
body knew he would bunt and everybody
knew Detroit would have three on bases.
If Cobb rolls the ball along the third
base line, it Is almost Impossible to put
him out, his speed Is so great. Brown, the
Chicago pitcher, knew this. The stereo
typed play would have been to pitch Cobb
a ball that he would have difficulty in
bunting. So Brown, with remarkable
nerve, planned to outguess Cobb. He de
livered a ball that Cobb could bunt with
the greatest accuracy. He actually in
vited Cobb to make the plqy that seemed
so advantageous (9 petroltv • ■> *
But, with the delivery, Brown dashed
from the pitcher’s box to a position on
the foql line half way between third and
home. It was exactly where Cobb dropped
his perfect bunt from the perfect pitch.
So Brown swooped on the_ba.ll ar.£ drove
It to Slefnfeldt, forcing out CrLeary, who
was speeding from second to third. So
astounded were the Tigers at th!s %ag“
nificent out-gue36tng of Cobb that Craw
ford, mulling over the play at second
base, was caught on a throw by Catcher
Kllng.
She Had to Explain.
From Tit-Bits.
Scene—Butcher's shop in Bridgeton.
Butcher—(to old woman)—Why dae
ye no' buy your beef frae me noo?
Old Woman—The last I got frae you
I could hue soled ina bults wi' it.
Butcher—And why did ye no’ dae it?
Old Woman—So I wid if I has got
tacks tae gang through it.
Collapse of the butcher.
The Egotist.
From Harper's Baxar.
"Thinks he's in the same class with
Abraham Lincoln, does he?"
“Yes, and confidently expects a pro
motion."
yuns entered his yacht in the July
races and got a $100 silver cup.
Second Burglar—I’ve got him beat a
block. I entered a yacht las’ week an’
got a whole, silver service.
Settled Them.
‘Tve a sight o’ sons—thirteen alto
gether," remarked a prosperous old
farmer, “and all of 'cm’s done me
credit save the three eldest, who
sowed wild oats at a pretty rapid
rate, and then came home and sad
dled my shoulders with the harvest.
"Well, 1 own I was glad to see ’em
back, and I feasted 'em, and petted
’em, and Bet ’em on their legs again,
only to see ’em skedaddle off afresh
when things had slowed down, with
all the cash they could lay hands on.
"That thereabouts sickened me, so
I called the rest of 'em together and
said:
“ 'There’s ten of you left, and If any
of you 'ud like to follow t'other three
I won’t try to stop you. But, under
stand this, though there may be n few
more prodigal sons, there'll he no
fnore fatted calves. I’ve killed tlie
last of 'em!’
“And,” continued the old man, tri
umphantly, "I’ve had trouble wl' none
of ’em since!"
Would Try Another.
There W'as going to be a picnic that
.norning, says the Cleveland Plain
Dealer. The little boy prayed before
he retired at night that it might be
a fine day. And when he looked out
of the window at the peep of dawn, it
was raining.
In the evening the little boy
wouldn’t say his prayers. "Mamma,”
he asked, as lie was going to bed,
"where do they sell idols? I want to
get one to worship."
No Wedding Day Bargains.
The Husband (during the quarrel)
—You’re always making bargains.
Was there ever a time when you
didn’t?
The Wife—Yes, sir; on my wpdding
day.
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the Antiseptic powder to shake Into your shoes. Re
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Just So.
"Why do they call a bell boy In a
hotel ‘Buttons?’”
"Because he’s always off when you
need him most, I guess.”
Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup for Children
teething, softens the gums, reduces inflamma
tion, allays pain, cures wind colic, 25c a bottle.
If we really wish to be, we can be
Wanted In the world.—Roche.
The devil Is proud of the man who
Is mean to his wife.
A Catastrophe.
A cat was being chased along th»
roof of a New York building. It lost
Its balance and fell on a boy who was
standing on a balcony on the second
floor. The stnrtled boy fell in hla
turn, landing on a baby carriage, for
tunately empty, which, another boy
was wheeling in tho street. The first
boy dislocated his wrist; the cat was
killed.
Should Walk Upright,
A man should be upright, not hay*
to be kept straight.—Marcus Aurelius.
SEYEN
YEARS OF
MISERY
All Relieved by Lydia E. Pink
ham's Vegetable Compound.
Sikeston, Mo. — “For seven years 1
suffered everything. I was in bed
for four or five day*
at a time every
month, and so weak
I could hardly walln.
I cramped and had
backache and head
ache, and was bo
nervous and weak
that I dreaded to
see anyone or have
anyone move in tho
room. The doctor*
gave me medicine to
ease me at those
times, and said that 1 ought to have an
operation. I would not listen to thak
and when a friend of my husband told
him about Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege.
table Compound and what it had dono
for his wife, I was willing to take it.
Now I look tho picture of health and
feel like it, too. I can do my own house
work, hoe my garden, and milk a cow
I can entertain company and enjol
them. I can visit when I choose, ant
walk as far as any ordinary woman
any day in the month. I wish I could
talktoevery sufferingwomanandglrl.’*
—Mrs. Dema BETirrXE, Sikeston, Mo.
The most successful remedy in this
country for tho cure of all forms of
female complaints is Lydia E. Pink
ham’s Vegetable Compound.
It is more widely and successfully
used than any other remedy. It ha#
cured thousands of women who have
been troubled with displacements, in
flammation, ulceration, fibroid tumors,
irregularities, periodic pains, backache,
that bearing down feeling, indigestion,
and nervous prostration, after all other
means had fulled. Why don’t you try it?
Don’t Persecute
Your Bowels
Cut out cathartics and purgatives. Thr* |
brutal, harsh, unnecessary. Tr^
CARTER’S LITTLE
LIVER PILLS
Purely vegetable. Act j
gently on the liver, A
eliminate bile, and^
soothe the delicate^
membrane of the.jM
bowel. Cur
Constipation,
Biliousness, 1
Sick Head- 1 . _
ache and Indigestion, as millions know.
SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICK.
Genuine must bear Signature
plaead aarwfc*r*,«t»
tra«t* and kill* all
flUa. Neat, clean,
ornamental, convaa*
lent,cheap. Last*all'
aeaaoa. Can’t spill c*
tip over, will not soft -
or in)ure anythin*.
Guaranteed effect
ive. Of all dealer*a*
sent prepaid lor ttfe
HAROLD BOMBBl
ISO D® Kalb At*.
Ilreoklya, R. I.
1 SIOUX CITY PTQ. CO., NO. 28-1911..
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Ifcis similating the Food and Regula
&M ting the Stomachs and Bowels of
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Sr Promotes Digestion,Checrful
?j nessancfRest.Contains neither
¥ Opium .Morphine nor Mineral
Sj Not Narc otic
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tfc Apcrfecl Remedy forConslipa
W lion. Sour Stomach,Diarrhoea,
i{cj VVornls.Convulsions.Feverish
^ ness and LOSS OF SLEEP
Fac Simile Signature of
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g'j> The Centaur Company.
V,v NEW YORK.
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Exact Copy of Wrapper.
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For Infants and Children.
The Kind You Hava
Always Bought
Thirty Years
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