Nebraska Newspapers

    AFTER SUFFERING
TWO LONG YEARS
Mrs. Aselin Was Restored to
Health by Lydia E. Pink
ham’s Vegetable
Compound.
Minneapolis, Minn.—"After my little
one was born I was sick with pains in
my sides which the
doctors said were
caused by inflamma
tion. I suffered a
great deal every
month and grew very
thin. I was under the
doctor’s care for two
long years without
any benefit Finally
after repeated sug
gestions to try it we
got Lydia E. Pink
naan b v egeiaoie oompouna. Alter tail
ing the third bottle of the Compound I
was able to do my housework and today
I am strong and healthy again. I will
answer letters if anyone wishes to know
about my case. ’’—Mrs. Joseph Aselin,
628 Monroe St.,N.E., Minneapolis, Minn.
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com
pound, made from native roots and
herbs, contains no narcotics or harmful
drugs, and today holds the record of
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know for woman’s ills. If you need such
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If you have the slightest doubt
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The Army of
Constipation
I* Growing Smaller Every Day.
CARTER’S LITTLE “
LIVER PILLS are
responsible — they i
■pot only give relief v ‘
r— they perma
nently cure Con-^
Itipation. Mil^
lions use,
Them for
Biliousness,
Indigestion, Sick Headache, Sallow Skin.
SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICE
Genuine must bear Signature
m SMARTING
sJ SORE LIDS
Expended Currency.
Traveler—I am delighted to have
known the four quarters of the earth.
Bumpkins—An acquaintance with 75
cents makes me feel pretty comfort
able.”
Getting a "Thrill” in Formosa.
The traveler who la tired of con
ventional Journeys and who is anx
ious to visit an "unspoilt” country
where he can enjoy the comforts of
civilization and at the same time taste
some of the thrills and excitement at
tendant upon encounters with unsub
dued savage tribes should certainly
make a trip to Formosa, that wonder
ful Island lying off the coast of China
which passed into the possession of
Japan in 1895.
Here, along the eastern coast, he
will find prosperous towns, with fine
harbors and wharves, spacious streets
and magnificent residences, schools
and churches, electric lights and
ample water supply—all the luxuries,
in fact, of a European .city. He can
Journey comfortably by train from
one place to another, passing through
vast tea gardens and rice fields.
Everything is civilized, orderly and
safe. Yet only a few miles inland,
among the mountains and forests,
dwell fierce, unconquered tribes,
whose chief aim and ambition in life
is to gather human heads.—Wide
World Magazine.
CAUSE AND EFFECT
Good Digestion Follows Right Food.
Indigestion and the attendant dis
comforts of mind and body are cer
tain to follow continued use of im
proper food.
Those who are still young and ro
bust are likely to overlook the fact
that, as dropping water will wear a
stone away at last, so will the use of
heavy, greasy, rich food, finally cause
loss of appetite and Indigestion.
Fortunately many are thoughtful
enough to study themselves and note
the principle of cause and effect in
their daily food. A N. Y. young wom
an writes her experience thus:
"Sometime ago I had a lot of trou
ble from Indigestion, caused by too
rich food. I got so I was unable to
digest scarcely anything, and medl
cines seemed useless.
"A friend advised me to try Grape
Nuts food, praising it highly and as
a last resort, I tried it. I am thankful
to say that Grape-Nuts not only re
lleved me of my trouble, but built me
up and strengthened my digestive or
gans so that I can now eat anything ]
desire. But I stick to Grape-Nuts."
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek. Mich. Read “The Road tc
'Wellville," in pkgs. “There's a Rea
■on."
Ever read the above letter? A nen
one appear* from time to time. The?
are cenu£»r», true* and full of homii
Interest. >
A STERLING NOVEL Of THEGREAT
MIDDLE WEST
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"Ah. •well!" She turned: ‘1 will have
to believe it. Judge Van Hart! I thank
you. I—I—" she stared at Harlan. He
must have sat without a sound. He
was by the table, his head resting on
his hands. Something like a whispered
cry came from him when Janet moved
toward the door. When her fingers
were on the knob, his voice arrested
her.
"Don’t go, Janet! In God's name let
me think! Aurelie—Aurelie!"
The father was staring at him In his
turn. It seemed to the woman that the
Judge’s face was graying. He reached
to touch his boy's arm and could not,
his hand dropped uselessly.
"My son," he quavered, "what do
you mean? Aurelie? His child—and
l you ?”
The other man raised his head. “I
love her—that is all.”
He arose and faced them. "Know It
now, all of you!” His stubborn speech
forced Its way between set teeth. "And
Wiley—God help Wiley! I understand!
I’m going to him—going—going!”
He found his hat and was rushing
to the door when Janet stopped him.
“Wait! I want you, Harlan,”
"I’m going to Wiley. They beat him
down with this! His life’s ambition,
his hope—he renounced it all for her!
; I see that, Janet!"
“Yes. But here—you can save him!”
"Save him?"
“Does he want the truth known? Do
you want it known? You love her, Har
lan!”
He stopped. The Judge raised his
his hand dispassionately. Janet hur
ried on: "You can save him. Tan
ner’s out there—I saw him when I
came in. talking with the sheriff, in
the corridor! Bring him!”
Harlan stared. "I'll kill him!” he
muttered. Then she saw a light break
on his face. He was gone.
They stood face to face, Janet and
the magistrate, when Harlan returned.
They had not spoken. Tl*a judge ap
peared unnerved at last. Tanner put
a curious face in the door. When Har
■ lan closed It behind him, he started in
a grinning trepidation. The younger
man motioned him to the table. He
laid upon it the pages from Boydson’s
slip. Then he turned to the little gray
boss and quietly, as if beginning an
address to a jury, hq spoke:
“In January, ft year ago, you paid
Dan Boydson $250 to be divided with
Curry and another supervisor for put
ting through the contract you got for
building the Broad creek bridge. On
April 2 of this year, you paid Boydson
$400 to secure the road contracts In
district six—and in June you paid him
$500 to award your company the Sin
sinawa creek dam work. And before
that," he glanced over the slips, "you
have bribed two. and possibly three,
of the board, for the last seven years
to put road and bridge work not where
the county wanted it, but where It was
most profitable to you. I am going to
bring all these instances before the
January grand Jury.”
I j-ijo line uuaa imu sioou nai in nana,
his cigar cocked downward, listening.
He never moved until tho recital was
done. Then with a grimace, he tilted
the cigar. His eyes shifted to Janet
Vance.
"Where did you get them facts?”
"Do they read right?”
"I ain’t Baying anything. But where
did you get them Aggers?”
“Boydson confessed.”
The Judge was staring. Tanner took
a step nearer on the rug. He adjust
ed his glasses critically.
Harlan’s hand came down on the ta
ble before him. “Don't touch that
paper!”
“Young man. I ain’t no ruffian. Le'
me see.” He looked slowly.
"Boydson’s writing, isn’t it?*’
“I’m not saying. I’m not talking.
Only." he looked past Janet to the
Judge. "What the hell do you want
young man?”
“I want you to say!”
"I ain’t saying anything. You must
have gone crazy."
Harlan was folding over the notes
In his pocketbook. “All right, Thad!
Don’t! But I'll be district attorney on
the Arst of next month!”
The little boss took out a cigar.
“Judge.” he grinned, but his lips were
trembling, “what the hell have we got
into?”
The Judge suddenly burst from them
w'ith a groan. "Tanner! Don’t speak
to me—don’t look at me, I tell you."
The boss watched Harlan. "I
never could account for folks. For the
day before election things are moving
into a mighty rumpus! Hook at the
folks in town? I been waiting half an
hour for the boy to bring me a copy
of the News.”
And I,” retorted Harlan, “am wait
ing here for the paper you have in
your pocket. Curran’s signed with
drawal.”
“Eh?” The boss fidgeted. His eyes
went to the Judge. "You told them!”
"I did. Tanner, this is damnable!
This is an outrage," the Judge turned
on Harlan. “My boy, you misunder
stand me. I knew nothing—know noth
ing. The hate of this’’—he shivered—
“God, it is in my blood, our very blood,
Harlan! The dirt, the turmoil, the sen
sationalism of it all."
"Father, I did not dream you did.
You brought me up in the reverence of
the law—its spiritual quality, its invin
cible purity, I could not dream dis
honor of you. But you—you hesitate.
You stand still. It is not enough In a
man—not enough In a Judge. The only
good Is the fighting good.”
"What do you mean?”
“I want Curran’s withdrawal I de
mand It.”
“He Is out of the fight. He dare
not speak tonight! His own paper is
printing his resignation!”
"Give me that resignation,” Harlan
advanced on Tanner. “Give it to me—
or I’ll take it from you.”
The boss retreated. He looked to
ward the door. Janet was moving to
it. “Keep off, damn you!” he growled.
Harlan was following him. Thud's
hand went into his coat pocket.
"Keep off! Here then, make a trade.
GI' me that stuff of Boydston’s, I tell
you! I’ll keep my mouth shut, if you
gi’ me that stuff that damn fool
wrote!”
"Well!" Harlan's grim (mile came.
The little gray boss reached a tremb
ling hand from his pocket. From the
door Janet turned. She had torn the
paper from Taner. even as Harlan was
searching for his own.
“Go!” she cried. “That’s enough.
Those notes are mine, Harlan. You
can’t trade them!”
Harlan's smile deepened With a
Bweep of his hand he hurled Taner
against the wall. “You rat!” He
looked back to his father. “I want you
all to listen. I am going to marry
Aurelie Hindstrom. I am going to
j
prosecute Boydston and Curry and
Tanner, And If you"—he smashed the
other man closer to the floor—If you
ever mention—or If I ever hear a word
against the name of the girl I'm go
ing to marry, I’ll walk In to the First
National bank and kill you. Is that
plain?"
The little boss struggled to answer.
The Judge laid a hand on his son’s
arm. "Harlan! Marry her? Your
family—your mother—
The young man gave him a brief
attention. "Very good.” He lifted the
little gray boss to Ills feet. "Tanner,
my father wouldn't kill a man under
any circumstances, would he? It's
been bred out of him, and his genera
tions before him. But I've got It back
somewhere! If there's any need at any
time!”
He kicked the door open and threw
the boss out.
There was some commotion In the
corridor, so much so that Thud’s exit
was not noticed. An excited boy was
dashing down the hall calling for Mar
ryat the sheriff. He could not find
hlrtl, and stopped before Harlan at the
door.
"Mr. Van Hart, they want you or
some officer! There was a big fight at
the quarry! The contractors’ dagos
tried to sneak into Llndstrom’s field
and start work, and he shot Into ’em.
He killed three, and one's the fore
man!"
At Harlan’s back the judge was list
ening. The young man saw something
out of the window as he turned. A
column of white smoke going up from
the back yard of the News' shop; and a
glimpse of Janet's gown. He Just
realised that she had gone. And that,
for the first time In 50 years, there
would be no Issue of the Rome News.
The boy was pulling at his sleeve in
a hysterical excitement.
“Hold on, I’m going, son!” But he
turned again to his father. The Judge
was striving to speak.
“He said Llndstrom! He said Lind
strom! Killed the men!"
“You sent him down,” the son mut
tered briefly. “I’m sorry, father!"
CHAPTER XXIV
-
THE PRICE IS PAID
At suntset Curran was far In the
hills. There was a ttny hunting shack
In the thick of an oak scrub ridge
where he had often spent the night In
other seasons, with Harlan or Arne,
seeking the squirrels and wild pigeons,
and now, unconsciously, his steps led
thither. Without thought, without
purpose—only he must be alone with
his crisis of defeat; he must keep rea
son, he must grope for the tatters life
had left him.
All the afternoon he had wandered,
keeping from the roads, and meeting
no one. He had beheld the silent Mid
land country, the cloud patches chas
ing one another over the close cropped
meadows from ridge to ridge, the val
leys bleak In the November hush. Afar
he heard the farmers snapping the corn
from the frozen husks throwing It with
a rough cadence against the bump
boards of the wagons; and now and
then he saw the yellow piles among
the shocked fodder and the pumpkin
vines. Again he saw a threshing
crew, the red machine roaring,
yie flow of chaff, the glint of the
fork tines as tne pitchers threw
the the bundles to the hand cut
ters; the farm boys wallowing In the
bright straw, the girls coming out to bid
the hands to dinner which the neigh
bor women had gathered to prepare.
All this fine hearty life seemed strange
ly unreal, but curiously his mind ab
sorbed Itself In It. He pictured the
long table In the farmhouse, the host
welcoming the threshers, the discus
sion of the yield and price with the
weighers and sack sewers, as the own
er let the brown wheat run through his
fingers. All this he had been giving up
with his new larger life; this prosy
country friendliness which only this
year he had discovered and loved, and
which had made place for him, given
him honor. And now. at the moment of
his miracle, the precious knowledge of
their trust, and that he was equal to
this man's work, he had fallen; again,
the wanderer, the man without under
standing, the poet without song.
He turned from it all with tear-filled
eyes, climbing higher in the bluffs. The
leaves were new-fallen, showing the
far-winding river, the bronze shields of
the corn coming up to the black muddy
roads, leading to the towns, first past
the modest homes of the workers and
hired folk, and then to the heavy-faced
houses of the rich. After all. a pleas
ant friendly- town, coming at last to
know him: a wholesome town blown
always witU odorous airs; and filled
with the voices of young people, bovs
climbing the cattle trails, sweethearts
wandering along the pebbly water
courses of tJunday afternoons; or old
men and women coming slowly along
the walks under the arching maples,
speaking kindly, knowing every one and
the children of every one.
From the last iiigh ridge, where the
uplands began, he could see the great
vistas. The smoke over the mines and
factories in Karl.ille, the Mississippi,
a band of dull silver strung along the
hills of Illinois; and now-, on his home
shore, far to the north, a single farm
wagon, toiling up the red gash of a
road to the yellow bluff, then rattling
on, a crawling speck at last, the
wrapped figure in the seat alone and
desolate under the sky, the low-press
Ing globe of gray. He thought it might
be his friend. Hemmlnger, going back
to his home people. He would tell them
the news. He wondered how they would
receive it; if they would not be sad
dened? They would open their weekly
paper, the damp and soggy little sheet
as it came from its old press, and read
his announcement. The talk would go
about—some nameless blight that had
struck down their champion, and only
the infinite silence would answer. He
thought of the farmers driving home
ward from the rally that would not
take place, rough gurbed. silent. In a
sort of awe of Thad Tanner, the little
gray boss who was on top again. They
would guess at this much. But Cur
ran who, somehow, had appealed to
their own secret Hentiment: who had
come clearing an obscure message, the
fighting good, the newer Ideal of de
mocracy—something past the money
lust of tne republic—he. who had
dreamed that out of their gray and
honest lives he might weave the col
ors of his own Infinite possibilities -
what would they think of him?
Tomorrow was the election, and by
night the great fight would be won.
They would all win. Delroy. the mili
tant governor, the Junior senator: all
the men of the north In the brilliant
campaign. But he who had been of
them, of whom the home folk had been
,
proud ns he voiced their conscience
against outworn theories of wealth and
privilege, he had fallen. Ha thought of
how they would dlscu^ him tomorrow
about the polls, bis Selrss name on
the ballots—a man apart, branded with
a nameless stain, the eternal whisper
following .him. J'es, he had found bot
tom after the resurge of bis life. He
had risen to fall. Hove had made the
way and then defeated him.
Fro.n the high point he saw a yellow
sear and knew It was the quarry, with
beyond the shanties of tile poeket
squatters. Up this trull she had romped
and grown, his child, his little girl,
laughing tile way of her vulgar up
bringing, all unknown and uneared for.
And he—he might have done so much
—ho who all Ills thriftless life had
needed the touch of a hand In his!
He tried to recall the first time he
had seen her—a dark-haired child In
a red drese going past his shop with
the barelegged Hlndstrom boys. Then
a schoolgirl, slim, with sharp-eyed lit
tle Gallic tricks and poses; and then
the maid hs had com* to know. Moody
at times, and lonely; passionate still
with eagerness to live and be. And
thence on to his miracle—laughing her
way Into his dreams, the bizarre ro
mance In his obscure struggle, lifting
him by her kinship of feeling, of ad
venture. of follies and extravagances.
Oh. the way they had come unknow
ing!—the two outcasts to their tri
umph!
Then hs bowed his head with hum
bleness at this other miracle. With all
her droll playing with him, her grate
ful fondness for him, he had been the
pure In heart. The wonder of It! That
always, his passion had been a shel
tering and protecting one—a father
hood. Indeed, that defended her against
the town's tongues, that exulted In her
success. And once again he looked oft
to the east and his mystic impulse
came. He kissed his fingers to the dun
gKy and whispered: "Because you're
there* Aurelie—Just because you're
there!”
At dark he went to the cabin, and
before a tiny fire sat long. A morrow
was to be thought of—a sober reckon
ing tomorrow, the long straight road.
He would have to go. ho reasoned; he
was crushed, destroyed here. And then
a flame of dogged courage swept him.
No, he would not go! He had done no
wrong. Fate had struck him down, but
he accepted. He would make his fight
—a losing fight, perhaps—with the In
finite cruelty of ostracism and the jeers
of mlsundrestandlng; the mutter of
nameless things that men whisper only
to their kind, always about him. But
he would stay; he would steel his soul
to It, with gome sort of new patience
and pride In renunciation that none
could know. Unless It was best for her!
Then he would go, gladly the wanderer;
silent, crying down his fatherhood. Ills
lonely love for her. For she had best
not know he wJilsperfd—never, never!
Wfiat heed of this burden oh her?
In the dark he groped about this cir
cle. and nothing could he find except
that what was for her, he would do.
Nothing else would matter. Then he
slept, as he had not dreamed ho could
sleep. In a child’s peace; or as one who
had emptied his soul, beholding a flame
burn It out to purity. Once. In the
night, he awakened and found his lips
muttering; "Thank God!" and then
slept again In his Inexplicable peace.
Only, mi this consciousness, there
seemed to come sounds, faint and far,
like the firing of a shot now and then.
When dawn came he arose, hungry
and stiffened with weariness and cold,
but. with a cleansed hunger, a somber
resolve, a feeling of the i.ved of men.
When ha came out the low pressing
gray of the sky was still on the hills.
He looked down and saw a farm wagon
on the far valley road. It came to him
that this was election day, and about
the polls the groups were gathering.
But on the hush of the morning there
came again sounds that he could dimly
recall In his dreams—gunshots. Once
they were almost like a volley.
Now. on hla descent to town, he could
seo black distant figures, men moving
out the road along the creek.
CHAPTER XXV
THE COMMUNAL, LAW
It was still very early when Curran
left the trail In the road back of his
cottage and came down past It to the
News shop. The housekeeper was not
about. Ha wondered at that; she must
be sleeping later than usual. In the
back yard was a heap of burned paper
ash that puzzled him. He came
through the shop, opened the front door
and looked out.
The square was deserted. One or two
clerks were setting out the vegetable
crates and displays, but around the
hitching rail there was not a team, nor
all down High street a human being.
Curran was surprised—it must still be
very early.
Then abeut the corner by the bank a
stiffened lame old figure crept. Curran
regarded Uncle Michigan In surprise.
His eyes had the look of a hunted an
imal, staring above his shnggy beard.
"Mr. Wiley!”
"Uncle Mich!"
"I’m goln’ to the station to meet her,
Mr. Wiley. I telegraphed last night,
and Bhe’ll done come to save Knute and
Peter and the baby!”
"Save them'' Mich!”
(Continued next week.)
Showing a Churlish Spirit.
From the Duluth Herald.
There Is a very petty project before the
Senate. Recognizing that the shipping
trust must be forced to let go the sub
sidy given li by the law’s exempting
American coastwise vessels from the pay
ment of cane.1 tolls, some of the sena
tors propose, Instead of repealing the pro
vision. to amend It so that the president
can suspend It if he wishes.
Thii may seem to these senators to he
a way to save their dignity by avoiding
direct action; but in point of fact it is a
most undignified subterfuge, because it Is
mean and churlish.
It is unworthy of the Senate or of any
senate*. The honest, manly thing to do.
the onty honest and manly thing that can
be dorjL*. is to repeal the provision which
contributes not only a ship subsidy but a
fiat violation of a treaty to which the
nation** word and good faith are pledged.
What Is a Newspaper.
(Taken from a paper published In the ’50s.)
Article* able and wise, my boy,
At leas* in the editor's eyes, my boy,
With logic so grand
That few understand
To what In the world it applies, my boy.
T.ist of all physical ills, my boy,
Banished by somebody's pills, my boy.
Till you ask with surprise
Why anyone dies,
Or what’s the disorder that kills, my boy.
The age of Jupiter’s moons, my boy.
The stealing of somebody's spoons, my
boyf.
The ttate of the crops.
And the styles of the fops,
And the wit of the public buffoons, my
boy.
Who has got married to whom, my boy.
Who is cut off in their bloom, my boy,
Who has had mirth
On this sorrow-stulned earth.
And who has been laid in the tomb, my
boy.
The cost of living in Austria recent
ly has grown so great that the govern
ment will take steps to check further
advance In prices if possible. The
people desire that the cattle and meat
business of Vienna be taken over by a
proposed agralan bank. Meat has ad
vanced from 20 to 30 per cent.
SCATTER MORSELS OF CHEER
Impossible to Estimate How Much a
Kind Word May Mean to Those
In Misfortune.
It Is otten told that Eugene Held
one day wandered Into a basement
restaurant, sat down at a table, put
his chin in his hands and gazed mood
ily into space. A waiter came to him
and after the manner of his kind enu
merated the long list of dishes that
were ready to be served.
"No, no," said Held, dejectedly, “I
require none of those things All I
want is some sliced oranges and a few
kind wordB.”
Whether or not the Incident be true,
it is suggestive. Unquestionably,
deeds weigh far more than words, and
yet it is almost tragic to think how
much happier and better this strug
gling world would become if kind
words were more often heard. We all,
every day, come in contact with those
who are in Eugene Held's state of
mind. They are in our own homes;
mothers and fathers and children
They ure behind the counters of
stores; they are employes on trains;
they are servants in kitchens; they
are everywhere, and their name is
legion. A word of appreciation would
brighten the whole day and would
make it easier for them to keep on
trying.— Youth’s Companion.
The Editorial Usage.
Tho Club Duffer—Boy. we've made
another mistake—we're in the bunker
over the green.
The Caddie (resenting the use of
the pronoun)—So we are, sir. What
price us for a couple o' proper bloom
in’ dud golfers, eh?—London Opinion.
His Job.
“How does your husband spend his
Sundays?"
“Cleaning up the automobile, most
ly."
Putnam Fadeless Dyes make no
muss. Adv.
Accurate.
Military Examiner—What must a
man be to be buried with military hon
ors?
Recruit—Dead—London Opinion.
Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets cure con
stipation. Constipation is the cause of
many diseases. Cure the cause and you
cure the disease. Easy to take. Adv.
Blow to Scientist.
Professor Beanbrough was jubilant.
“Ah, ha!" he cried, as he rested on
his shovel. “Look what we have un
earthod! I believe we have discov
ered the remains of some herbivorous
amphibian of the order of pleaslo
sauri! ”
Farmer Sodbuster took a good look.
“Nope, you're wrong, prof," he said
"Them bones belonged to a hog 1
buried here two years ago last fall.”
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTOKIA, a safe and sure remedy for
infants and children, and see that It
'SSZ&tfEESr
In Use For Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria
Had It the Night Before.
"Well, Sis,” said her brother at the
breakfast table as Agnes, daughter of
the household, appeared at table,
heavy-eyed after she had entertained
a tiresome and late-staying admirer
the evening before, "you look as if
you need something to keep you
awake.”
"I do not," she responded wearily,
"I had it last evening.”
ERUPTION ON CHILD’S BODY
R. F. D. No. 2, Jackson, Mo.—“Our
daughter who is ten months old was
suffering from an eruption all over
the body. In the beginning they were
small red spots and afterwards turned
to bloody sores. We tried all sorts
of ointmentB but they did not procure
any relief for our child. She cried
almost day and night and we scarcely
could touch her, because she was cov
ered with sores from head to foot.
“We had heard about the Cuticura
Soap and Ointment and made a trial
with them, and after using the reme
dies, that is to say, the Soap and the
Ointment, only a few days passed and
our child could sleep well and after
one week she was totally well."
(Signed) August F. Bartels, Nov. 25,
1912.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post
card "Cuticura, Uept. L, Boston.”—Adv.
Almost the only time a suffragette
objects to standing up for her rights
is in a crowded car
ADDRESSED TO WOMEN }
Displeased With Bargain.
Jean sorely wanted a kitten, but, hen
mother not liking felines, thiB Joy was
denied her until a severe operation
became prospective. Then a bargain
was made with the frightened child.
"If you will be a brave girl. Jean,
and go through the operation without
fussing you shall have the nicest kit-’
ten I can find.”
The child, delighted, climbed upon'
the operating table and took the ether:
without a struggle. As she came out'
of the anesthetic and began to feel,1
horribly sick and weak, she murmured'
something. The nurse leaned over to
catch the faintly uttered words:
"What a bum way to get a cat!”
Knew What He Waa Woing.
A little boy had a colt and a dog,
and a friend of the family took spe
cial delight in teasing him with ques
tions such as "Won’t you give me one
of your pets?” 1
One day the boy said: “All right;’
I’ll give you my colt.”
The mother, much surprised, asked: •
"Why didn't you offer him the dog?”;
"Sh!” whispered the boy; “say noth
ing, say nothing, mother, but when he!
goes to get the colt I'll sic the dog
on him.” ,
Solomon Not in It.
Two old vagrants were discussing
how wise the large-rimmed tortoise
shell mandarin spectacles made Magis
trate Freschi look.
"It makes him look as wise as Sol
omon,” said one.
"Solomon ain't in it,” replied the.
other, "in them big cheeters the Judge
looks aB wise as tree full of owls.”-—
New York World.
W. L.DOUGLAS (
SHOES
Mil's tt88Ui»««
Whim's UJf* B
MI«se»,Boy»,Children,
ti.SO *1.74*2*2.60“
Began Buslneee
18 78; now I
largest maker
M.fS.ftO.M.,
a«4|4.tOilMM
In tha world.
$1,006,270
Douglas those la 1911 over lilt.
This l> the reason we live you the
same values for 83.00,83.6u, $4.00
end $4.80 notwithstanding the
j enormous Increase In the cost of
i leather. Our standards have
net been lowered and ths price
to you remains the same.
- Ask your dealer to show you
tbe kind of W. L. Douglas shoes be
Is selling for 83-00. 834U, 84.00 and
84.60. You will than be convinced
that W.L.Douglaa shoes sre abso
lutely aa good aacUhor makes sold at
higher prloos. Tho only different*
la the price.
TAKE NO $Uft$TITUTE.
_ftaeloa without W. L. Desgla.* roas
stamped on the bottom. If W. UDougiaa
shoe* are noi for aale In your vicKuliy. order
diraw from factory, flboaa for every inambar
of tha fatuity at all prices, postage frae.
Write for Uluetretad catalog showing tmw
to order by mall. W. L. DOXTOLAfl.
210 Spark Street, Brockton. Mess.
OWNKRS OF
MAXWELL-BRISCOE
2-Cylinder Cars
May Now Purchase Repair Parts for
These Cars Direct from Us
ALL LITIGATION WITH THE CARLSON MOTOR
TRUCK COMPANY HAS BEEN TERMINATED IN
OUR FAVOR. AND THE MAXWELL COMPANY
HAS OBTAINED AN EXCLUSIVE LICENSE TO
SUPPLY THESE PARTS TO MAXWELL OWNERS.
Tho Maxwell Company has been furnishing regu
larly and will continue to furnish to owners of
Stoddard- l>ayton Can, Ilruah Runabout
Cars, Kverltt Motor Cara, Columbia Motor
Cara and Maxwell 4-Cyllnder Cara, repair
parts accurately mode from Jigs and templets. Be
ware of substitute parts. All parts at remark
ably low prices.
Owners write direct for Price List of Genuine Parts
Maxwell Motor Sales Corporation
Newcastle, Indiana
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WESTER^__
The opportunity of securing free^J
homesteads of 160 acres each, and“3
the low priced lands of Manitoba, 3
Saskatchewan and Alberta, will g
soon have passed, ;f
Canada offers a hearty welcome 9
to the Settler, to the man with a 1
family looking for a home; to the 9
farmer's son, to the renter, to all who 2
wish to live under better conditions, i
Canada's grain yield in 1913 is 9
the talk of the world. Luxuriant ||
Grasses give cheap fodder for large 9
herds; cost of raising and fattening 9
for market is a trifle. 1
The sum realized for Beef. Butter, Jg
Milk and Cheese will pay fifty per Ji
cent on the investment. \
Write for literature and partic
ulars as to reduced railway jg^g
rates to Superintendent ^
of Immigration, Ottawa, I
Canada, or to I
4. B. HacLarfalan. Drawer 678, lw»Cl . fif J
Watertown, B. D., W.V. Bennett, W\\V «✓. &K/1
Bet Building. Omaha. Nebraska I U| J; KJ «
nmi K. A. Warrrtl, til Jaekaon S ’ A| *A2 d J
B treat, Bt. Paul, Minnesota I J ■
Canadian Government Agt. LjSAIUjI
mo—i
I—In the Expectant Period
Before the coming of the little one—women need to be pos
sessed of all their natural strength. Instead of being harassed
by forebodings and weakened by nausea, sleeplessness, I
or nervousness—if you will bring to your aid
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you will find that most of the suffer
ing will not make its appearance.
Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescription is the result of a life study of
ailments, disorders and irregularities peculiar to women. Its continued
supremacy in its particular field for more than forty years is your
asaur nee of the benefit to be derived from its use.
i.either narcotics nor alcohol will be found in this vegetable prescrip
tion, in liquid or tablet form. Sold by druggists or a trial box will ba
aent you by mail on receipt of 50 one-cent stamps.
tQt Address Dr. Pierce’s Invalids Hotel. Buffalo, N. T.
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