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This Time at the International
Soil Products in Oklahoma.
Last year and the year before, and
the year before that, the farm prod
ucts of Western Canada carried c/fl
first premiums, championships and
honours, together with medals and di
plomas, feats that were likely to give
a swelled head to any other people
than those who had so much more be
hind. At Columbus, Ohio, and then
again at Columbia, North Carolina, a
farmer of Saskatchewan carried oft
the highest prize for oats, and In an
other year, will become the possessor
of the $1,500 Colorado Trophy; anoth
er farmer made two successful ex
hibits of wheat at the biggest shows
In the United States; another farmer
of Manitoba won championships and
sweepstake at the live stock show In
Chicago, and this year expects to du
plicate his successes of last year.
• These winnings are the more credita
ble as none of the cattle were ever fed
any corn, but raised and fattened on
nature grasses and small grains.
At the Dry Farming Congress held
at Lethbridge In 1912, Alberta and
Saskatchewan, farmers carried off
the principal prizes competing with
the world. The most recent winnings
of Canada have been made at Tulsa,
Oklahoma, where seven of the eigh
teen sweepstakes rewards at the In
ternational Soil Products Exposition
were taken by Canada in competition
with eleven states.
The chief prize, a thrashing ma
chine, valued at $1,200 for the best
bushel of hard wheat, went to Peter
Gerlack of Allan, Saskatchewan. Mon
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Oklahoma four, and Nebraska two.
Russia sent one delegate, Spain
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Canada fifty, Mexico five, Norway one,
Brazil tnree.
In the district In which the wheat
■was grown that won this prize, there
were thousands of acres this year that
would have done as well. Mr. Gerlack
Is to be congratulated as well as the
Province of Saskatchewan, and West
era Canada as a whole, for the great
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"So you gave up your job at the
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"What does your member of con
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CHAPTER IY.—(Continued.)
He went on gently, but troubled by
the tenseness of her face: "Only a
year. And the east Isn't far, dear.
Only two days’ travel or so!"
The east was an unknown splendor
to her. It looked too critically, with
the cool measuring of his mother, the
same reserve Bhe had seen at times
In his own eyes. And she—she was
ready to give all, to pour out her life
at his feet. She took his arm and put
it about her and looked down at the
front of her simple little gown. ”1 don’t
know what I’ll do. I was only going to
school because of you, Harlan. I hate
it! Only for you » • • and now
Papa Lindstrom won’t have that. And
he’s hurt, and his wife’s no good—Just
worn out, and the boys are too little to
help. Sometimes I think I ought to
work—perhaps clerk at Dickinson's
grocery.”
He smiled at the idea of Aurelia, the
wild hawk, clerking! She would not
stand it a day. Then he winced. He
thought of Elsie, the grocer’s daughter,
and her amiable patronizing of the
town girls who worked there; of his
mother giving her orders of a morning
from the surrey to some young woman
who brought out a scoopful of sugar
for inspection and apologized for a de
lay. Aurelia—she wrould throw it into
the customer’s face if she fancied a
slight!
She read his thoughts. "You think I
couldn’t, don’t you? Oh, boy, I could
—for you! You hold me from being
rebellious and ridiculous. I could Just
do anything for you—run away with
you, or go to work—Just anything!"
He felt her trembling In his arms.
•‘Sometimes, Aurelle, I think we ought
to go down to the house and make a
clean breast of it. Tell them every
thing—that I love you, dear!"
Her voice choked with gratefulness—
dimly she could feel what a sacrifice he
was making. But now the prospect
frightened her. "Oh, no—not yet. Your
father—he'd hate me, now!”
"Hate ydu’f Why, Aurelle, he’d help
you! Maybe he’d get a place for you
at the bank—keeping books or some
thing. But you can’t keep books.
You're all lightness and temper and
lovableness—you’d have to have the
outdoors, or you’d not live. But if you
did have a place that would pave the
way for you”—he hesitated, wondering
how to say It and not hurt her absurd
prlce-^’Taise you, so that some day
nnnnla Bfirt of
'‘^here you came from, dear. Down
the river with Old Michigan—and that
you haven't even a name except a bor
rowed one from Llndstrom.” He
laughed to smooth it over—"Oh, but
it's funny! You’re a wild hawk, Au
relie. I remember when you used to
come into town with Knute to sell rab
bits, and the coldest winter day you
always had a bit of bright leaf stuck
somewhere about you—like an Indian
girl! I thought you were at first. Then
I forgot all about you and went away
to college, and when I next heard you
were in high school; and then this year
I met you in the hills, here.”
"And made me love you, Harlan. Oh,
It wasn’t right—it wasn’t right!”
Then, in the way of all men and all
lovers, he laughingly kissed and com
forted her. They went down a moon
filled glen and up a slope, and there
the silent town lay, the court house
tower white as silver above the robing
trees. Sinsinawa was tinkling down
from the highland at their feet, and
across it a trail lay to the first street
at the foot of the bluff. In a window
of a cottage tucked at the foot of the
rock, they saw the blur of a lamp, and
he knew it w'as Wiley Curran idling
over his editorials, for the graceless
renegade of Home had a way of turn
ing night into day and writing or wast
ing hours when decent folk were all
abed.
And when it seemed that he was
about to leave her at this accustomed
parting place, she clung to him, sud
denly whispering: "Take me with you
_oh. take me with you! I can’t let you
go—oh, I can’t!”
She held so tightly to him that he
could not go if he had tried, and after
long vain comforting, murmuring to
her all he had said a hundred times,
he slowly unfolded her arms and looked
down at her intently. A sense of her
great loneliness without him, without
her school, without the bit of aspira
tion and of vague hope she had come
to find, touched him as it had never
done before.
"Aurelle,” he muttered, "I can’t do
that—you know I can’t. I must finish
school and buck into work. Before I—
I_marry you—’’ he blurted tenderly.
"But you ought to have a place—some
thing to do and—be while we’re wait
ing dear! And I’m going to take you
to mother and tell her all!"
She looked up frightened at his stub
born face. "No—no—wait!”
"First I’ll tell Wiley Curran. You
know that editor? He’s my best friend
here—the only one I care about partl
rularlv in town. And I trust him in
things of this sort—no cornu iook ui
it right and honestly, without any
foolishness about my family and that
kind of thing. Dear, we'll go tell Wil
ey and if he says to tell mother and
father, we’ll do it—and have the whole
matter out!” Ho cried out Joyously,
brave with the hazard of it. He felt
suddenly a man going out to a man's
world and work, knowing that he left
her with the honor of his faith; and
this brave knowledge was worth all
the miserable travesties of "good form"
the smug and easy conventions of his
"set”. These were well enough for old
women to fiddle over, but they were
not for vouth, nor love, nor the glory
of this first protecting manhood and
its surety of the years to come, that
future which would achieve all, ennoble
all. redeem all
He saw suddenly her own fine achie
vement. She, who gave her whole life
to him, as one would place a rose in
his hand. She would sit small, pensive,
alone, waiting for him in the hills, or
in the squalid quarry house; she would
wear old and faded gowns when she
loved brightness and pleasant things;
about her the corn fields would crown
the hills green, and turn to bronze
shields before the winter; and spring
bring again its black damp to the
woods—and always she would wait, If
he asked her—wait, wait, wait! Always
he felt this steadfastness above her
Impulses and rebellions. With him she
might find her real self, rise to any
station, become anything, so great he
felt her love to be.
"Aurelle, we're not afraid! Why,
dear—we ought to have done It long
ago! Why, mother—after all, she’s the
best mother in the world! Why. a word
from her would make everything dif
ferent for you, Aurelle—Just to have
It known the was your friend.” He
was taking her on exultantly, now, b:
the trail down through the laurel ani
boulders which led to the end of th<
street back of Curran's house. Shi
was frightened; she had never seei
him so ardent, so rebellious.
"Tonight?” she cried—"oh, Harlan
my dress!”
“It's a dear little dress!”
Her hand went to the flower In hei
hair; she was dumb before his resolu
tlon.
“Don't touch It! It’s a bit of flame
just like you.” He laughed. This w«i
so easy! This was what they should
have done long ago! All his life had
been without secrecy or reproach; anc
now, to take his sweetheart by thi
hand and go down buoyantly to thi
town to face them all! How easy I
was under the witchery of the Septem
her moon!
They were both laughing, nervouslj
yet with happiness, when ho lifted hei
down the last rock among the night
damp leaves and burst through thi
grape tangle to the street, crossins
Slnsinawa, looking down in the pooh
at their reflections. They were com
ing to the first houses, the lamp lr
the window, and somewhere the mur
mur of voices from neighbors visitins
on the lawns—his people, kind and
true people. They should he her peopl*
now. This was the beautiful answei
he would make to conventions and
curious eyes and tongues—to take hei
by the hand and lead her among them
Love was enough; love was all—and
they should see!
They came about the comer of th<
old News building. On the platforar
walk a man stood who was staring ofl
so strangely above the sugar trees ol
the Square that Harlan did not. a!
first, rocognize Wiley Curran himself
Under one arm he had the exchange!
front the night’s mall; at his feet, lr
the moonlight, lay an envelop, and lr
his hand was ths key-ring with whlct
lie always opened his letters.
Harlan drew hie sweetheart on. Bui
not until they were directly before Cur
ran did the latter appear to notice
them. Then he stared down at thi
ODenftll IftttftT In hand am1 rmitter.
ed: "The girl’s got It—wait till the ole
town hears that*’’
"Wiley T”
"Hello, Harlan," responded Wllej
absently. TTien his black eye fell upor
Aurelle. He started. "Wy, how dlt
you know?”
She looked puzzled at him. “Bj
George!" the editor roared: "did yov
hear from ’em?" Then he seized hei
hand frantically and shook It. "Mlsi
Llndstrom—It’s the greatest thing thai
ever hit the old town!”
She had no Idea what he meant
Harlan Interposed. “What's the mat
ter, Wiley?”
"Don’t you know? Then what th<
mischief are you bringing her here for?’
The dltor shook the letter before them
"This?”
"Aurelle? Why wo don’t know any
thing you're talking about? What?”
"Aurelle,” went on the editor
“you’ve won the beauty contest!"
She continued to stare at him. “Yoi
got It!” cried Curran. “The Sundaj
editor of the Chicago Chronicle wroti
me this—he wants a column of dop<
about you. They’ll print your plctun
—the prize winner!”
“Prize winner!” Harlan shouted
“You’re crazy! How did the Chronicle
get her picture?”
“I sent It to 'em. Last spring whei
the Chicago paper started this beautj
contest, Vawter, the photographer, anc
I were looking over that bunch of high
school pictures—the Junior bunch. Anc
we sent three of ’em—just for duck:
we entered three of 'em! The Mill!
girl and Elsie Dickinson—and Aurelie’s
And Aurelle's won It!”
Harlan stood paling before him
“Elsie—and Aurelle! The picture'
What picture? I never saw any pic
ture!”
"It was a peach. Sort of Spanish
with lilacs In her hair! Vawter caugh
something In it that was Indescribable.’
He started again at Aurelie, hungrily
fascinated, as If seeking the thing tha
men would call beautiful In her. "Why
girl, I never looked at you before
never thought you were so—so—good
looking!”
Harlan tore the letter from his han<
and was reading It.
The editor looked at the girl’s muti
and puzzled face. "The most beautlfu
girl In the west—that’s the way they’l
spring It! The syndicate—thirty of th<
biggest papers in the United States—
will publish the picture, and twentj
million people will see it!” He dancec
up and down. "Aurelle, you little
madcap, you’ll be the most famou!
woman In the country!"
Still she looked at her lover expect
antly, uncomprehending.
Harlan seemed gasping for breath
Then he crushed the letter and slam
med It at the editor’s feet. ‘‘Aurelle—
her picture! You big damned fool
Wiley! Her picture!’’
And se’zlng Aurelle by the hand, hi
whirled about and dragged her afte
him from the sidewalk. The edito
continued to watch them until the:
were lost In the sugar-tree shade o
High street, still like one bereft of hi
senses. Even the startling Idea of th
Judge's son and Old Michigan’s glr
coming from a tryst down Eagle Poln
trail to town together could not awak
en him. After a while he muttered
“The most beautiful woman In Amer
lea—maybe the whole world! Bigges
thing ever hit the old town since Ja:
Smith killed himself up above the Firs
National bank! Aurelle, the beauty
prize winner!’’
CHAPTER V.
HER GLIMPSE OF LIFE.
She went with her lover obedlently
penltent, curiously so, and as Harlai
looked down at her smoothing her slm
pie gown, going with him along th
moonlit street to any adventure, to an
end he wished, his heart smote him to
his roughness. He had not spoken t
her for some time, and a the matte
frightened her—It was something ter
rlble from which he was trylrvf t
shield her; but he was angry, very an
gry, merely because she was pretty
Mon Dieu, was that It?"
"I never gave any one my picture!
she burst out, at length. "I neve
knew anything about It!”
”1 know,” he muttered. "That’s th
hateful thing about Wiley! He ough
to know better.”
"Eh. I must be very good-looking!
she glanced up at him with her qulc
gaiety. "When they want my pictur<
and to print things about me. An
give me a prize, Harlan!”
"Aurelle.” he muttered sternly. "Thl
Is simply horrible! To be advertised
to be exploited—to have all sorts c
slush written about you In the Sunday
papers!”
She was puzzled, trying to under
stand Ills viewpoint. It seemed that
the brilliant world had beckoned to
her, found her in her dolorous corner,
her defeated and stormy Utile life—
and he who loved her best was angry
at It all!
"Oh, little girl!” he whispered, "Just
an hour ago I thought I was going to
claim you—to have you all my own.
and defy the u'hole world for you!
Just mine, Aurelie—and what we would
do would be big and brave. If mother
wouldn’t have it. I’d run away with
you! I’d go to work at anything, give
up my law and chance with the firm—
everything—for you!"
“Yes! And I felt like dancing, per
fectly happy! And proud—oh, so
proud of you. But what’s the matter
i l’U be famous the editor said—and
i maybe rich—and go to Chicago . . .
i and have pieces in the paper! Oh, boy,
1 >s that so terrible? Just because I’m
pretty!” She looked at him with mln
• gled humiliation and rebellion. "You
ought to be glad!"
His grave eyes were ruthless with
some new command. He took her
shoulders and held her so that she
could not evade him. She stared up
at him, then relaxed from her tense
ness, laughing. "Oil. well, then, Har
lan, I Just kept on in school this year
to please yon—I only try anything be
cause you want me to. And now you’d
think I’d committed some crime—and
I’ve done nothing except be pretty! Ah,
Name of God! Sometimes I wish I was
a Cajun girl again, back on Bayou Pe
rot, where we lived in a grass house
one time. I can remember! I wish
we’d never come up hero among these
cold Yankees!" She clasped him pa>
slonately. "But then I love one. You
don't know what that means, dear, to
me! Down in the bayou country we’re
women at 16—wo marry because we
love—oh, Just as I love you—without
thinking, or reason, or virtue!"
“I know," he whispered. "You've
told me all."
‘1 saw a man killed once, down-rlv
; on the deck right where I was playing.
I don't know why, eh?" She looked at
him with her alert challenge—"But I
can guess! She loved him. Why,
even when I was a child I didn’t blamo
her. Harlan, 1 suppose I am a savage
now, ain't I—-gelng to school with all
, these nice girls In white dresses!’’
"Aurells,” he answered slowly. 'Tm
going away to school tomorrow. And
I was going to taka you to mother to
night. Tell her everything—ask her
to protect you, help you—make of you
the sort of woman you can be If you
had a chance. I thought yo&'d he
waiting far me—and trying, always!”
Her eyes were quick with tears. Be
neath her laughter they were never
far away.
"I wanted you to know my mother,”
he went on patiently. "But I wanted
you to he yourself, always, too. Good
and fine—the best In your gay little
self, because It’s all there! And now
this ghastly thing of Wiley's—the furor
and publicity of it Why, my mother—
she couldn’t stand It!”
She watched him long; her fingers
plucked slowly at a tattered leaf upon
his shoulder. "Well, then,” she mut
tered humbly, “I won’t. I'll give It all
up—the prize and everything—If you
ask me to."
"It's too late for that.”
"No, It isn't. I won't have a thing
to do with ’em! My picture in the
, paper—or anything!”
Ho smiled at her simplicity. "Oh,
Aurelia, I wish they’d never have dis
covered you!”
From the path they were descending
she watched a distant patch of water
touched by a mist of light. Beyond it
was the east, the radiant land; over
the silent hills of the river was some
unknown glory beckoning her. She
! sighed and put by the undreamed al
i lurement; it seemed that since she had
: known Harlan she was always putting
something by, renouncing, struggling;
trying to do or be something quite un
attalned. That was love, she answered
—to renounce and not be embittered, to
try for something better than one had,
to be better than one truly was. That
was It. Love meant trying!
"Nobody will have me," she went on
slowly. "I won’t pay any attention to
’em. I love you that way, Harlan.
Just to wish my face was ugly If it
pleased you. To scratch my cheeks and
eyes. If you wanted me to! Just to live
on here and be the bootlegger's girl
’ from the bottoms, and never have a
pretty dress. I will, If you want me
to.”
He did not answer for a time. She
could not tell that he was conquering
the lump in his throat at the pathos of
her passion. “For me!” he whispered,
and she nodded; and so they went on
through the moonlight to his home.
They crossed the wide lawn where
Palf, the great friendly Saint Bernard,
, came to greet them. Some one was
singing" In the parlors. It was Elise
Dickinson, and a Schumann song; and
1 Harlan slowly remembered that this
was their last night at home before
he went to Harvard and Elise to Bryn
Mawr, and that all the boys he had
grown up with, played football and
debated with; and all the girls he had
danced with his life long, had gathered
! to speed him well. Elise was going
too; It was partly in her honor.
(Continued next week.)
Can Walk Across ruver.
From the New York World.
August Sommerfleld, an ln.ventor, has
' perfected and patented an Invention en
, ubling him to walk across the Missis
; sippi us radlply as a pedestrian could
. make his way across Bads bridge.
, Sommerfleld has spent many weeks on
t tho Mississippi and on Creve Coeur
, Lake. Ho says It was originated for
. life-saving.
I The Invention consists of a eanvas
, covered pneumatic tube that Is pumped
up like an automobile tire. It fits un
der the arms, extending entirely
around the body, and is held In place
[ by a belt around the wast and straps
, over the shoulders.
t Used In connection wlthat a webbed
arrangement fastened to the ankles,
the wearer of the air belt Is able to
walk as rapidly as though on land.
He has experimented with It as an aid
to duck hunters. There Is but little
recoil from a heavy shotgun fired
while the hunter Is poised In the water.
The Invention was suggestion to
. Sommerfleld by the sinking of the Ti
, tunic ** Is not Intended as an aid to
. swimmers.
, "The irtCt Is," says he, "the wearer
r cannot swim. The shape of the device
r Is such that any movement piles up
j the water In front of the swimmer’s
r breast. But It Is easy to walk with Its
help In water 1# feet, 1,000 or 10,000
j feet deep.”
Nothing Like That.
From the National Monthly.
’ She was a Pharisaical old lady who
r often boasted that she had no flies In
her house.
5 "But. auntie," objected the timid
t miss, who had come on a visit," 1
thought I buw a few In the dining room
’ this morning.
< "Oh, of course," admitted Auntie, un
, blushingly. "Those are our neighbors
1 files. They will come In sometimes, but
we never have any of our own."
r -- » --
Laundry girls, of Tacoma, Wash.
f 1 have started a co-operative laundry.
What is Woman’s
Beauty but Health ?
And the Basis of Her Health and
Vigor Lies in the Careful Reg
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If woman’s beauty depended upon
cosmetics, overy woman would be a
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the majority of cases the basis of
health, and the cause of sickness, can
be traced to the action of the bowels.
The headaches, the lassitude, the
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usually due to constipation. So many
things that women do habitually con
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carefully, they eat indigestible foods
because the foods are served daintily
and they do not exercise enough. But
whatever the particular cause may be
it is important that the condition
should be corrected.
An ideal remedy for women, and one
especially suited to their delicate re
quirements, is Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup
Pepsin, which thousands of women en
dorse highly, among them Mrs. C. S.
Vance, of 511 S. Hay St., New Castle,
Pa. At times she had spells of indi
gestion so severe that she thought she
would die. Syrup Pepsin regulated her
stomach and bowels, and she attrib
utes her excellent health today to this
remedy.
All the family can use Dr. Caldwell's
Syrup Pepsin, for thousands of moth
ers give it to babies and children. It
is also admirably suited to the require
ments of elderly people, in fact to all
who by reason of age or infirmity can
not stand harsh salts, cathartics, pills
or purgatives. These should always bo
TRUTH FROM YOUTHFUL LIPS
Not Exactly the Answer Spinster Ex
pected, But It Came From
the Heart.
A middle-aged spinster who lived in
the suburbs had a fine orchard. She
likewise had a heap of trouble with a
lot of youngsters, who looked on the
orchard as something placed there for
their especial benefit.
Finally the spinster decided that she
could do more with kindness than with
a fence rail, so she prepared a feast
of apples and other dainties and in
vited every small boy in the burg to
Join the jubilee.
“Now, tell me, boys,” said the host
ess at tho conclusion of the feast,
“would the appleB you have just e\ten
tasted so good had you stolen them?”
"No, ma'am,” answered little Willie
Smith, with surprising frankness.
“I am certainly glad to hear you say
that, little man,' responded the spins
ter, with a glow of pleasure. “Why
would'nt they have tasted so good?’
"Because,” came the equally firank
reply of Willie, “we wouldn’t have had
no ice cream and cake with them."
ERUPTION SPREAD ON FACE
810 Bast Elm St., Streator, 111.—“A
running sore broke out above my
right eye, which spread over my en
tire face. It started as a small pim
ple. I scratched it open and the con
tents of this small pimple ran down
my face. Wherever this ran a new
sore appeared. They itched and
burned terribly; I couldn’t touch my
face it burned so. It disfigured my
face terribly and I couldn’t be seen
for everyone was afraid of it. It
looked like a disease of some kind; it
was all red and a heavy white crust
on it. Everybody kept out of my way,
afraid it would spread. I lost rest at
night and I couldn't bear to have any
thing touch my face, not even the pil
low. I had to lie on the back of the
head. I was always glad when morn
ing camo so I could get up. It was
extremely painful.
“At last I thought of Cuticura Soap
and Ointment and I commenced using
them. It took three weeks to com
plete the cure.” (Signed) Miss Caro
line Miller, Apr. 30, 1913.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post
card "Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston."—Adv.
Poor Charities.
There are charity societies, as all
the world knows, that only give to the
poor a quarter or a half cent of every
dollar they take in, most of their sub
scriptions going for salaries to offi
cers and investigators for expensive
rentals, etc.
Richard March, the charity experi
of Denver, Colo., was condemning
these charities. He said:
"A man’s wife shouted up to him
the other day:
“ ‘Don’t you think this blue over
coat with the strapped-ln back is toe
new and fashionable, George, to give
away?’
“ ‘It’s the agent of the Alpha Incor
porated Charities that's at the door
isn’t it?’
“ 'Yes, dear.’
“ ‘Then let the coat go,’ said George
‘It’ll be old enough and old-fashionet
enough before it gets to the poor dul
that is shivering for it now.’ ”
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle ol
CASTOR1A, a safe and sure remedy foi
Infants and children, and see that H
Signature of
In Use For Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castorh
What Did He Mean?
Hewitt—Is Gruet out of danger yet
Jew'.tt—No, ho still has the doctor
Why hire a trained nurse to nursi
a grievance?
MRS. C. S. VANCE
avoided, for at best their effect Is only
for that day, while a genuine remedy
like Syrup Pepsin acts mildly but per
manently.
It can be conveniently obtained at
any drug store at fifty cents or ona
dollar a bottle. Results are always
guaranteed or money will be refunded.
You will find it gentle in action, pleas
ant in taste, and free from griping,
and its tonic properties have a distinct
value to women. It is the most widely
used laxative-tonic in America today
and thousands of families are now nev
er without it.
Families wishing to try a free sam
ple bottle can obtain it postpaid by
addressing Dr. W. B. Caldwell, 208
Washington St., Monticello, 111. A
postal card with your name and ad
dress on it will do.
Pain in Back and Rheumatism
are the daily torment of thousands. To ef
fectually cure these troubles you must tv
move the cause. Foley Kidney Fills begia
to work for you from the first dose, and ea
i ert so direct and beneficial an action in the
kidneys and bladder that the pain and tor
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GO NOW TO
WESTERN CANADA
The opportunity of securing free
homesteads oflOO acres each,
and the low prloed
lands of Manitoba,
Saskatchewan and
Alberta, will soon
have passed.
Canada offers a
hearty weloometo the
Settler, to the man
with a family looking
for a home; to the
farmer’s son, to the
Renter, to nil who wish to
live under better conditions.
Canada’s Gkain Yield in
191B Is the talk of the world.
Luxuriant Grasses give
Cheap fodderfor large herds;
cost of raising and fattening
for market is a trifle.
The sum realized for Reef,
Butter, Milk and Cheese will
pay fifty per cent on the
investment.
Write for literature ana
particulars as to reduced
railway rates to Superintend
ent Immigration, Ottawa,
Canada, or to
3. M. Mar! wiiian. Drawn 578, Watertown, 5. D.
iW. V. BthNUI. lire UnlMloq, Omaha, Nebraska.
**qaml R. A. Garrett, 311 larbunSL.St. Paul,Mira.
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The Army of
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U Growing Smaller Every Day.
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