ANCIENT SKELETON
, OF PIGMY IS FOUND
Pleistocene Period Man, 200,
000 Years Old, Belonged
to Dwarf Class.
Los Angeles. Cal. Special: The
Skeleton of what appears to have been
g prehistoric pigmy, less than three
feet In height, is on Its way today from
the asphalt beds of La Urea to the
Smithsonian Institution in Washington.
If the genuineness of the find is veri
fied there, the La Urea skeleton will
take plaee in the history of the an
thropology as the lirst remains of
antedeluvlan man found on the North
American continent.
"To my mind," said Tllrcctor Frank
Daggett, of the Museum of History,
Science and Art. under whose direction
the execavations have been carried on.
“there can he no doubt that those
bones are those of a man. To what
geological period ho belonged must ho
a matter of conjecture now. Only
careful researches yet to bo made can
■determine the truth.”
Indications are that the skeleton be
longs to the pleistocene period, roughly
placed at 200,000 years ago. First was
found the skull, last Friday, and since
then the remainder of the hones, said
to be In an excellent state of preser
vation, have been scraped from their
casing of asphalt with the most minute
and painstaking care.
Nearby was the trunk, still erect, of
a tree, the summit of which was over
laid by 20 feet of asphalt. Close to the
tree trunk were the bones of a mam
moth bear, of a species already classi
fied as belonging to the pleistocene
period.
Scientists of the University of Cal
ifornia have contended that North
America and Asia were at one time
Joined, and that, geologically speaking
the backbone of the continent Is the
Aleutian Islands. Across this neck of
land, they believe, came the eophpplus,
the little two-toed progenitor of the
domestic horse. The find at La Urea.
If it proveB what It seems, will
strengthen their contention that there
was once an Interchange of life be
tween the two continents.
The Creative Impulse.
John Burroughs, In the Atlantic,
The creative impulse does not itself
know the next step it will take, or the
next form that will arise, any more
than the creative artist determines be
forehand all the thoughts and forms his
Inventive genius will bring forth, lie
has the Impulse or the Inspiration to do
a certain thing, to let himself go in a
certain direction, but Just the precise
form his creation will take is as un
known to him ns to you find me. Some
atubbornness or obduracy in his mac
terial. or some accident of time or place,
may make it quite different from what
he had hoped or vaguely planned. He
does not know what thought or incident
or character he Is looking for till ho
has found it, till he has risen above
his mental horizon. So far as he Is
Inspired, so far ns he is spontaneous.
Just so far Is the world with which he
deals plastic and fluid and Indetermin
ate and ready to take any form Ids
medium of expression words, colors,
tones.affords him. lie may surprise
himself excel himself; he hns sur
rendered himself to a power beyond
the control of his will or knowledge.
Great Issues in Little Thinqs.
All Heaven her beauty, brim to brim,
Mer crowns, her songs of Seraphim—
Was In that little kindly deed
That propt a brother in fils need.
All Hell—Its fang and serpent hiss.
Its treason and its last abyss
Was In that little careless sneer
That struck n brother like a spear
—Edwin Markham in January Nautilus.
Thanksqivinq Day.
For all the gracious gifts in harvest fntr
In things material, whose goodly share
I richly prize;
For man's abundant wealth that lies in
sight.
And for the sense of power and of might
With which to meet a foe, and tight the
fight,
My thanks arise.
But for the richer gifts of love and peace
That bring the soul u sense of sweet re
lease
From pressing care;
For mercies shown; for greater growth of
soul;
For light when clouds of deadly dark
uproll
To point the way to some more lofty goal
And lead us there;
For broader human symp..*hy, for tears
Of Brotherhood to ease another's fears.
And cheer his way;
For seeing eyes, and shoulders, fit to bear
The burdens of our fellows In despair.
And right good will to help them in their
c are
When times are gray;
For men of heart and soul Inclined
To honors of a lowlier, meeker kind,
With grace endued;
Who seek all dire Injustices to mend.
To guide the hopeless to some hopeful
end—
Wot thN alone, but nil my days I spend
In gratitude!
—John Kendrick Bangs
SOCIETY LEADER’S
PLAY TO BE STAGED
MRS. LARS ANDERSON^
Mrs. Lars Anderson, society leader ol
rookline and Washington and wife o
th« former United Slates umbassadol
to Japan, has written a play which wl
04 produced in a Boston theater od
j'»onary 12. It is called “Every Bov’
arid Is designed to portray the different
senses, passions and emotions thni
sctualo the average boy's life. A Bos
ton newspaper has furnished the word;
and music for the musical parts of tin
piece.
The Andersons are among tin
wealthiest and most exclus1-. e soi let!
people in America.
A STERLING NOVEL OF THE GREAT
MIDDLE WEST
eMID|ANDER5
CHARLES TENNEY JACKSON
M'£°"IHE MYOF S0UI5; MY BROTHERS
KEEPER etc. etc.
CopyHfbt, 191J* The BoEb*-Merrill Company.
CHAPTER XV—(Continued).
Meanwhile Harlan plugged away. He
<eemed more reserved, but still his
cenial self. He picnicked with the girls
•f his set along the river; the High
treet young people wandered in and
»ut of bis mother's borne at informal
immer dances, and played tennis on
no lawns, and ate lee cream of eve
lings, and flirted on the veranda much
is they had done when be was 16.
Nothing was changed, only he was now
i man at a man’s work. Much like his
a tiler, people said. Krom his office
vlndow Harlan could see the judge
Irive In town behind old Dutch, tie him
1.0 the rail and walk slowly under the
i maples to the court house steps, speak
ng gently to every one. bowing with
j >ld time courtesy to the women, pat
I ring tiie dogs a fine, upright, beloved
I ligure of a man. That was what he
■should come to be. doubtless, a sturdy,
unfearing, clear minded American of
the best people.
And once as be watched the court
room windows with the June sweetness
■graying in. lie thought of that eve
ning when John Id nd strong's hoarse
mil despairing voice cursed ills father
ind the law. Ho felt that even now
the hurt of It was on his his father’s
mind. A hurt growing with what the
iown was slowly coming to think of
Llndstrom. He had defied society, cut
himself off. a religious fanatic, in his
latch of corn land in the pocket. Only
fist week, a shotgun under his crip
* >led arm. the gaunt quarry worker had
ome upon the surveyors on his land
running the lino for the diversion dam
and forbade them further entry. Har
lan remembered that ho had heard
Marry at, the good rutured sheriff, tel
ling his father that be would have to
drive out and have a little friendly talk
with John. The somber quarryman
was a “bit off” maybe. Taken bis chil
dren out of school, forbade them to mix
i with the town boys and all that. The
bulge had not answered. Harlan knew
n his heart there was a grief and an
outrage bo would not reveal. People
had whispered that John had become
in outlaw from the day Judge Van
i Hart put the taint of the jail on him.
Then to Harlan’s mind the thought
of Dindstrom brought the memory of
j another summer—the long quiet eve-j
i nlngs when he had met Aurelie in the
I hills. It seemed that he must have been
desperately sorry for her to love her
so. That was it—her pathos and her
grace and prettiness and all the magic
of the summer. Now he heard her dis
cussed about the verandas by the nice
girls he knew—her notoriety, the laugh
able Idea of her going on the stage!
Vnd backed financially by the McKet
idgo boys! It seemed to Harlan, as
he idee girls talked of It In the ham
a»eks and over their ices, that all that
vus cheap, unworthy, grotesque, utter
\ apart from all ho had known, had
omo to gather about Aurelie.
“Imagine!” said Kline Dickinson In a
group about his mother’s porch one eve
ning. "A traveling man who came in
papa’s store yesterday told him that
Aurelie Dindatrom was being billed in
I a stock company as the $100,000 prize
beauty—and was wearing diamonds! I
20
Is closed. and dad Is off to the St. Law
rence for vacation.”
' .Make a note of It. Farmer caught a
big catfish—70 pounds—at Elllck’s ford
Thursday. Dig up a squib about that!”
Harlan lazily wrote out tbo copy; it
was tlio old high school habit to help
Wiley get out the News personals. Also
to jibo tiie editor about Ids paper.
“Worst country sheet in Iowa, Wiley—
worse and worse!"
"I know. Hut still able to squawk
occasionally.” Wiley was distributing
type us Jim Mims was fishing. He
kicked tiie Job press half an hour, and
then did the printer s work under the
Impression that he was getting both
tasks farther advanced somehow or
Other. "Still able to make Old Thud
cuss. Even if Ids Retail Merchants' as
sociation Is doing its best to head off
all my advertising. I’had can round up
the county to put through ids Sin creek
steal, but still the News can call at
tention to it.”
Harlan stirred: "Still you praised
my argument before the board.”
“That was you, son! But as to the
creek diversion, every one of those poor
devils in tiie pocket will be drowned
out.”
“They haven't a sign of title. And
every property owner on the north side
will benefit.”
"Sure.”
“you're hurting your political
chances. Wiley."
"I know. But I can't help that. The
under dog g.-ts me, Harlan. 1 been
one. myself, i have to fight for ’em!
Mine own people! 1 can't stop to con
sider whose land Is benefited, or who
has the title at law. I'm only think
ing of those people who fought floods
and droughts and stumps to make
themselves their little corn patches and
keep their children alive on them
down there. The News -” ids hand
patted the splintered old type case
fondly—“it’s ulway fought that waj
somehow! It s never right—it s always
wrong. Ask any of the law abiding, j
respectable people in town and they’ll
tell you so.”
Harlan smiled. "Here on the start
of your primary campaign, you're mak
ing enemies of your home people. And i
i want you to succeed. Wiley. In spite ■
of Hall bodig a friend of father
and everything. I hate greed and op ;
presslon as badly us you do. Only."
"That's it -only! it's hard to go
against one's class, isn't it? Hate op
pression, hate wrong- -only except one's
privilege, one's class, one’s tradition, i
Why, right here between you and me,!
boy in our little prosy village, is tie
whole problem which confronts the na- ;
tion! We glvo to Tanner, to the prop
erty owners our curt - the privilege of
exploiting others who can't help them
selves. And a hoary tradition of the
courts exists to defend the privilege.
The courts ' -he checked himself, but
hotly—"Harlan, come on over to Earl
ville to dinner with us Sunday night
and meet this McBride., the chap wlio's
organizing the soft coal miners. He's
a new article in tills county and lie's
behind me in this right against Ilall. j
1 wagt you to meet him."
' McBride, the uuiti wlm defied the I
supreme court last year and went to
Jail for It?”
don t suppose they are real!
Mrs. Van Hart was watching Har
i Inn’s face. She was thankful that none
| of tho younger set had ever known of
I her son’s summer infatuation. Now
Harlan's firm lips closed as coldly, his
square law set as hard as his moth
er’s had done the night Aurelie was
dismissed. Tho mother’s placidity was
unruffled. "As real, my dear." she
murmured, "as her beauty prize. As
an advertisement for the newspaper
she was undoubtedly a success, how
ever. But tho diamonds—are those
men who used to run tho livery stable
-till her managers?"
Ever so carelessly! hut Harlan’s
law set more doggedly. She had stung
the last refuge of his pride. Tho Mc
Hetridgo boys and Aurelie!
And tho story of those diamonds wan
dered over the town and grew and
grew. First a mere brooch, then a neck
lace- after that a tiara! Playter. the
druggist, told Wiley Curran of Hen
McFetrldge clothing Aurelie in dia
monds out of the exploitation of his
doubtful oil speculations, and Wiley
called him a liar. The News lost an
other advertising contract right there.
Wiley told Aunt Abhv about it that
night at supper. Sin* looked curiously
it his drawn face. "Wiley. T don’t be
lieve It. That girl's as good as gold.
And good girls don’t sell their virtue,
Wiley they give it away, maybe, be
cause they love. And Aurelie doesn’t
love Hen McFetrldge- the twins just
amuse her. Her letter shows that."
And tho old lady waddled to the sew
in'? circle that night to hear what she
amid hear, to defend what might he
defended. There was need. Aurelie
: '\as the town’s daughter of scarlet long
1 *( fore half the missionary boxes were
I 11h*d that Near, and the Shakespeare
I . iui« was done with its critical study
1 if Desdemona’s story. Aunt Abby was
unable to counteract the Shakespeare I
dub digressions, for the Shakespeare
club was composed almost wholly of
High street Indies. And Shakespeare
lub gossip, though covert and well
1 ored was as deadly. The Home Shako
■ spearo club held itself aloof. Tho Karl
i villi* Woman’s club was busy with civic
•u (»grnms. Every time the Home
Shakespearian ladles had a paper on
Twelfth Night or Lear, the Earlville
women had a protest to the city coun
cil about street lighting or the saloons
or the need if shade trees. As the
Mercury-Journal said; “The Woman’s
lub was tho llvest booster in the
burg."
The Home women never boosted any
body except Shakespeare or Buskin, or
Ho* intellectual development of Europe.
>r tho court of Louis XIV.
There were two persons in Homo who
\ ere silent about that gossip coneern
? Aurelie. Harlan, lounging in Wi
v’s shop as of old. after the day’s
grind, reading state exchanges and
.mi ring tho editor on politics, never
asked of her; nor did Wiley relate of
her letters. Apparently their friend
fillip drifted back to the old affection,
vo* there was this one reserve.
Wiley would look up from his job
Press to find Harlan’s serious face
turned to him in a studv. Harlan was
easily the best dressed man in the
county; even the drummers about the
Elks’ club in Earlville. or the Hotel
Metropole. were no mc’o punctilious as
to business garb. Aid Wiley was in
I is shirt sleeves and well inked sleeves
at that. Invariably they drawled at
each other with summer laziness: *‘Hot,
isn't It. Harlan?"
‘ Yes."
"Bucking hard'*’’
"Some dfnky line fence case Donley
tu.-ned ever to me. Justice court. Term
i cs. i 111 giau iip uni. no inane a
lot of people stop and think—and that's
tv hut we re after.”
Tile judge's son smiled tolerantly. I
“All right. 'I’d like to see him. I'm
curious, But his friendship won't help
you, Wiley."
Wiley smiled in turn. But thus it
came about that Harlan and Arno
Vance came over to the 75-cent table
d'hote dinner at tlie Hotel Metropole
to meet Mike McBride. The dining
room of the Hotel Metropole, all ex
cessively new and Enrivllliaii, with a
tapestried wall of stiff necked steeple
chasers. gorgeous dogs in four colors
climbing a fence; while over a bulg
ing and lavender hill dashed a motor
car. the cloud of dust and the ladies' I
veils forming a diaphanous perspective i
In five more colors, which, with the i
Hunt club dogs and the riders' coats,
made the picture of General Parsons
above the Parsons house mantel over in 1
Rome, seem old and faded. You would
understand at once that it belonged in
a town which had an Interurban, and
an Elks' club, and pressed its trousers,
along with other cocky modernity. But
neither Arne Var.cc nor Wiley T. Cur
ran let on to being impressed, for they
bad dined in a number of the beplast
ered and multi-colored cafes of am
bitious western cities. And Harlan, on ,
his first visit to tile Metropole, looked ,
about with a smile and then at Me- \
Bride as lie stirred Ids demi-tasse - even
the girl waiters said demi-tasse—now in
Enrlville.
This is a live wire town." McBride i
was saying, "and when it gets through !
laying out parks and boosting factor- I
les it's going to go after you fellows
over in Rome who've run the county
so long." He was a short thick, red
browed man to whom one would rather j
break disagreeable news over the tele
phono. His fingers were hard and
stubby, and lie dug sugar out of the
bowl anil dumped It into his demi
tasse without so much as a glance at
the dogs done in four colors, lie went
ifter local affairs like a man who could
assimilate more significant facts In a >
week than all the best people of tile '
county could discover in a lifetime. ,
“That county ring has run things ever
since the war. and long as the tax
rate wasn't too high the business people
didn't growl, and Tanner fixed every ;
board to suit himself- and hogged ail ;
the county work. He's a good man.
this Tanner- I like Ids method - lie gets j
things. Blit we ought to get him. A
live grand. Jury would smoke him out in
no time. And a district attorney whod
throw the gaff. The one you got Is a
crook.”
"I agree," murmured Wiley—he felt
too amiable after his 75-cent oceasion.
with dogs in four colors, to be the
zealot. “New blood is needed. But
there's some good men on our side
the creek, also.”
"Skunk?" queried McBride.
"Sinstnawa.”
"Gall it Skunk. Then we'll get down
to brass tai ks. T always wanted to
talk with some of you follows from
tile county scat. State labor is right
with the governor in this progressive
fight. That’s the reason I'm down
lo re. I’m here until this district is
organised by the Delrov crowd. The
governor wants Fairchild's seat in the
Senate, and he wants Jim Hall s scalp
in congress, because lie thinks Hall will
iret the old crowd's support Tor it if
Fairchild can't win out. So he and his
people are going to put Curran over
and I'm with 'em. I ain’t r.o reformer,
hut labor Is going with ’em. But first
we ought to clean up this county."
Wiley mused. Arne, his black eyes
snapping, listened as if a fresh breath
had come somewhere out of a fighting
world. Harlan wondered rather
satirically why an outsider should come
down here and talk like a man of au
thority.
"The Catholic vote In them new
mines where the Poles and dagos have
come In, It’ll be for Curran," went on
McBride. "Father Doyle gives it to mo
straight. All that’s good. And this
new Earlvllle contracting company,
which is sore over Tanner gobbling all
the work, Is going to unload on the old
ring. Ain't any reform going to get
far unless some one expects to clean
up something. Take it from me.
We’re going to elect Curran.”
Harlan had listened more acutely.
He had begun to resent Wiley's prob
lematical success. McBride was worse
than he had dreamed. His father's
Ideals of polities had not encompassed
such brute truth. McBride turned his
blue eyes under th.eir red brows di
rectly on him.
"Are you the man they're talking of
for district attorney?"
Harlan stared at him Incredulously.
The easy Ingratiating standards of his
father's sort of men around the court
house, even the rustic geniality of the
county board members, he felt equal
to. but this ruthless analysis and mil
itant directness of the man of new con
ditions tarred him. He still stared at
McBride.
■'Come out," rasppd McBride, “we
ran put you over this year. I hear you'll
do—Vance, Curran, here—put it up that
Way.”
Harlan turned to them with a laugh.
Since when had Arne and Witev and a
few unknowns took it to themselves
to parrel out the county offices? These
audacious rebels, without authority,
without organization? It was actually
humorous!
“We want to trim this crook Tan
ner and an honest district attorm-v
can do it.
Still Harlan was silent. He knew that
secretly his father deprecated Thad
Tanner. And Jewett, the prosecutor,
vVns tint invited Jo his father's house.
Still this did not keep Jewett out of
office. His father was a good man.
But here was a different good—the
fighting good of the new order.
"How about it"" pursued McBride.
H r! an siail'-d at length, complacent
lv oil the labor man. “No. thanks, Mc
Bride I think I'd slick to the law vet
a while," li.. was t anking liow funny
it. would tie ta • li Ms father of the
trio sitting in i 10 ialdlv new dining
rim! i i f the Metroanl" plotting against
flint ancient and honorable thing—
Winnetka county politics. It had not
been rippled sine - .lames G. Blaine.
1 1 men are needed," ivont
on M Bride, "instead of going off to
I'nnada and the cheap lands, or to the
Hi" . you ought to he right hero mak
in. our fight. I'iierc’c, big chances—
rough knocks and big chances."
"I vo mine." retorted 1 larlan quiet
Iv. lie was conscious of Wiley’s look
upon him. appealing, sorrowful -and of
Arne’s subdued belligerency. They had
apparently he n talking of him to Mc
Bride i he strongest young man in the
county!
• here, we need you”—there was a
flash if menace tn McBride's tone.
a '.line, too, cleaning up
i t1 i board Go after your
..ids. too. Tie re not right. Here’s
th mail. Idndstrom. to.-.- tell me about
■ one cram- over religion. The oiuirry
man who lost an arm and then his
dan.! sui; against h'anner on a tech
nicality and then was sent over on a
coni met charge. ' j our court
mad - a criminal right there!”
M ilev see Harlan’s face turn an ugly
red M Irid U “Here the
court . . *r some holier**
than thou tradition .a' the law. That’s
tile Muff the courts hand out.”
Harlan was on his feet His clenehed
hand shot across the table near Mc
Bride’s face. "Bee here the .bulge that
made that decision was my father!”
McBride stared back: "Your father?"
"Yes! And no man can speak that
wav of him!”
There was silence through the he
gingerod and tapestried room. Arne
and Wiley sat back. There was noth
ing else to do between man and man.
McBride, the older, the rugged power
ful figure and Harlan with the anger
of a young god. fair, handsome, tower
ing over him.
"You take that back!" roared Harlan.
McBride slowly relaxed. He watched
tile other unceasingly.
“.Apologize!"
McBride sat father back on his chair.
A slow smile came to Ills face as lie
looked tip at the youth.
“Young man. I was raised on a slag
pile in Pennsylvania. I never saw the
sun shine except Sundays and the time
my father was killed, until X was 24,
it seems to me. I’ve been hungry so
many times in my life that sometimes
now It ain't natural to eat. You can't
know by any manner of means what
that’s like. I’m a rough man and I
work with rough men. but I know a
man when I see one. Sit down."
"Apologize!" shouted Harlan.
McBride looked long and grimlv at
him. “Well," he growled, "if your fa
ther raised you to stand up like this
with the fighting blood hot in you—I
guess I'm wrong. Now, if that's an
apology, take it. If it ain't—to hell
with you!"
Harlan stood quivering. "Sit down,
boy," whispered Wiley. The room was
dumb. Even the waiter girls knew who
young Van Hart was.
(Continued next week.)
Deposed Shah of Persia.
From the Detroit Journal.
Sudden illness seized one Kazan, an
oriental merchant In Berlin. A Chris
tian physician was called to the Mos
lem's house, and was bidden to address
the merchant as “Your majesty.'' This
merchant was Mohammed All. who un
till 190ft was the despotic shah if Per
sia.1 The successor of Cyrus and Chos
roes and Nedir Shah and scores of oth
er glittering tyrants had lived unknown
in the Herman capital for nine months.
What brought down the great king of
9.000.000 people to such ignored lowli
ness? Kings and politicians of many
nations may note the answer: He re
fused to l>e ruled by the people!
That and nothing else dethroned Mo
hammed AH. When the people first de
manded a parlianment and lie granted
tt the world thought him a Sensible
shah. He suddenly turned awa> from
the future to the past, and abolished
the parliament. He held out even
A Cold Air School.
. From Health Culture.
An experiment was made to determine
the value of cold fresh air in a Philadel
phia school room. The windows were
opened at top and bottom. Steam w a
shut off, except on days when the tem
perature fell below 4*5 degrees; the chil
dren. of course, wore extra wraps and had
frequent drills and exercises. Progress In
health and scholarship was compared with
that of other pupils of the same grade in
a room heattd and ventilated according
to the usual method. The pupils in both
rooms were children from the same kind
of homes, so that the test was as fair as
possible. Pupils in the open-window •' cm
gained In weight on an av» rage more than
those in the warm air room. They were
more alert, free from day dreaming,
quicker to learn, needed less review work
and were better behaved.
The pessimist Fletcherizes his qui
nine pills. The optimist gets treed by
a bear and enjoys the view.
To the close of 1913 Alaska had pro
duced known mineral wealth to the
value of $248,300,000.
NOTHING TO BOTHER WITH
—-i
Possibly Uncle Cal Clay’s Rebuke to
Pastor May Have Had Some
thing Behind It.
Booker T. Washington told at Tus
j kogee a Christmas story.
“Old Uncle Cal Clay,” he said, "In
vited the pastor to eat Christmas din
ner with him. The parson accepted.
; and the spread was magnificent—
sweet potatoes and celery, cranberries
and mince pie, plum pudding, and a
i turkey so big and yet so tender that
the parson had never seen the like be
fore.
; “ 'Uncle Cal,’ the parson said, as he
spread the pink cranberry sauce on a
great, pearly-white, succulent slice of
breast, 'Uncle Cal, where did you get
this wonderful turkey?’
I “ 'Pawson,' said Uncle Calhoun Clay
solemnly, ‘when you preached dat
wonderful Christmas sermon dis
mawnin’, did I ax you whah you got
him? Nuh, no. Dot's a trivial mat
ter.’ "
Quite Natural.
“What fad have you on hand now?"
“The most appropriate one to have
nn hand—palmistry.”
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similating the Food and Regula
ting the Stomachs and Bowls of
Promotes Digestion,Chcerful
nessand Rest.Contains neither
Opium.Morphine nor Mineral
Not Marc otic
Kcopt c/OM DrSAMVElE/rCEER
Pumpkin Seed -
Atx Senna * \
Pothelle Salts -
Anise Seed -
Peppermint - \
fliCrrie nate Scdm - f
Harm Seed - I
Cl a rtf ted Sugar I
Win fir green Flavor f
A perfect Remedy for Constipa
tion . Sour Stomach,Diarrhoea,
Worms .Convulsions .Feverish
ness and LOSS OF SLEEP
Facsimile Signature at
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The Centaur Company,
NEW YORK.
under the Foodanj
Exact Copy of Wrapper
Dangerous Pastime.
Wilkins—Did Jones break anything [
j when he threw a kiss to the tall
blond ?
Hilkins—No; but she cracked a
smile.
Putnam Fadeless Dyes guarantee
satisfaction. Adv.
And He Did.
When Shimmerpate arrived home
an hour later than usual he was nib
bling a clove.
"I stopped in a concert hall for a
few moments," he observed. “The
music was intoxicating."
"That's right!" exclaimed his bet
ter half. “Blame it on the music."
Drive that cough from your system.
Dean's Mentholated Cough Drops will
surely help you—5c at all Drug blores.
Enjoyment!
"Do you get much enjoyment out
of the new dances?” they asked the
stout man of mellow years.
“Enjoyment!” he echoed. "Watch
me."
Seizing his partner in a grip of iron,
he ambled to the right, kicked to the
left, doubled his knees, kicked all
around, lunged ahead, dipped to the
j rear, kicked some more, took a short
run, beat a retreat, nicked a passing
couple and sank down heavily.
“Doesn't that 1-1-look like enjoy
ment?" he stammered.
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To cot the genuine, call for full name, LAXA
TIVE BROMO UUIN1NE. Look for signature of
E. W. GROVE. Cures a Cold in One Day. 2Sc.
The world must bo in a pretty bad
way when even the promoter isn't
faithful to his trust.
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Strength 'Beauty
Coiae With Dr. Pierce’s
Cofden Medical Discovery
This is a blood cleanser and alterative
that starts the liver and stomach into
vigorous action. It thus assists the
body to manufacture rich red blood r
which feeds the heart—nerves—brain
and organs of the body. The organs
work smoothly like machinery running
in oil. You feel clean, 6trong and
strenuous instead of tired, weak and
faint. Nowadays you can obtain Dr.
Pierce'a Golden Medical DUcovery
Tablets, as well aa the liquid form
from all medicine dealers, or trial box
of tablets by mail, on receipt of 50c.
Address R.V. Pierce, M.D., Buffalo, N.Y.
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Dr. Pierce'i Great. 2008 Paw Illustrated
Common Sense Medicui Adviser will be ieot ^
FREE, Cloth Bound for 31 Ono-cent Stamps. rz
COLDS
An up-to-date remedy for
colds. That is what Peruna
is. In successful use over
30 years.
Colds are caught In many
ways: Illy ventilated rooms;
rooms that have direct draughts;
crowded rooms; damp houses;
stuffy school rooms; offices illy •
heated.
A dose of Peruna at the right
time, at the first symptom of
cold, before the bone3 begin to
ache, before the sore throat
manifests itself, or the cough, or
the discharge from the nose, just
a dose or two of Peruna before
these symptoms begin is gener
ally sufficient. But after the cold
is once established with the
above symptoms prominent, a
bottle of Peruna, or maybe two^
will be necessary.
I For Infanta and Children.
The Kind Yea Have
Always Bought
Make the Liver
Do its Duty
Nine times in ten when the liver t®
right the stomach and bowels are right.
End Di.treu After Eating.
SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICB.
Genuine must bear Signature
_ Farms
Absolutely Free
We will give away FREE of charge
and without restrictions as to im
provement or settlement 200 farm
tracts of from 5 to 4.0 acres in
Palm Beach County.
Si,coo an acre is often made on
similar land from winter vegetables
alone and fortunes in grape fruit
and oranges. This is the land of
three crops a year, below the frost
line; 365 growing days. The last
day for registration is April 30,
1914. Low excursion rates March
3rd, 17th, April 7th and April aist.
Write for full particulars to
Secretary, Chamber of Com
merce, Lake Worth, Florida
