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S I
NOT MODERN KIND OF BEAU
Girl of Today Is Looking for Some,
thing Different From This All
Too-Bashful “Chump.”
The dear girls were comparing notei
on subjects of more or less impor
tance.
“Your beau seems rather bashful,’
said Stella.
“Bashful!” echoed Mabel. “Why
bashful is no name for it.”
“Why don’t you encourage him?*
queried her friend.
“I have tried,” answered Mabel, “but
the attempt was a measly failure. Only
last night I sat all alone on the sofa
and he perched up In chair as fai
away as he could get. I asked him
If he didn't .hink it strange that the
length of a man’s arm was the same
as the distance around a woman's
i waist, and what do you think he did?’’
“Just what any sensible man would
have done—tried it, I suppose.”
"Not any, thank you. He asked 11
f could find a piece of string, so we
could measure and see if it was a fact.
Isn’t he the limit?”
Mollified.
This really happened in New York
’.he other day:
Displeased Parent—Molly. I find
pou have been buying three pairs of
gloves without my permission. Why
Jid you do it?
Miss Molly (aged twelve)—Why,
daddy, I was obliged to have some
gloves; I hadn’t a pair to wear!
Displeased Parent—It was very
wrong of you to buy the gloves with
out asking either your mother or me
about it.
Miss Molly—Well, never mind, dad
dy dear; they won’t cost anything. I
had them charged!—New York Eve
ning Post.
She Understood.
“I took my wife out to a ball game
yesterday,” said Fansome.
"I know you suffered,” said Park
way.
“Indeed I did! The home team gave
a rotten exhibition of ball playing and
the caustic comments my wife made
kept me squirming until the last man
was out.”
Her Bright Outlook.
“How are you going to spend the
summer?”
“Pa’s rented a cottage again, and I
suppose ’111 spend it in the kitchen
cooking fish for our city friends to
eat, the way I did last year.”—Detroit
Free Press.
Going Up.
“It takes a good man to bring home
the bacon.”
“And it takes a better man than it
did a few years back. Meat products
are on the rise.”
BUILT A MONUMENT
The Best Sort in the World.
“A monument built by and from
Postum,” is the way an Illinois man
describes himself. He says:
“For years I was a coffee drinker
until at last I became a terrible suf
ferer from dyspepsia, constipation,
headaches and indigestion.
“The different kinds of medicine I
tried did not cure me, and finally some
»ne told me to leave off coffee and
:ake up Postum. I was fortunate in
having the Postum made strictly ac
jording to directions on the pkg., so
that from the start I liked It.
"Gradually my condition changed.
The old troubles disappeared and I
began to feel well again. My appetite
became good and I could digest food.
Now I am restored to strength and
health, can sleep sound all night and
iwake with a fresh and rested body.
“I am really a monument bUilt by
Postum, for I was a physical wreck,
distressed in body and mind, and am
now a strong, healthy man. I know
exactly what made the change; it was
leaving off coffee and using Postum."
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Well
ville,” in pkgs.
Postum comes in two forms:
Postum Cereal—the original form—
must be well boiled. 15c and 25c pack
ages.
Instant Postum—a soluble powder—
dissolves quickly in a cup of hot wa
ter, and with cream and sugar, makes
a delicious beverage instantly. 30c and
60c tins.
Both kinds are equally delicious and
eost about the same per cup.
“There’s a Reason” for Postum.
*■ * — —sold by Grocers.
mi mi mi
f MARY MIDTHORNE 1|
BY
GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON.
Author ot “Graustark,” “Truxton King;,” etc.
Copyright, 1911, By Do<td, Mead ft Co. J)
V J HU III! III! V J
CHAPTER XIII—Continued. ,
Regular letters came to Eric from
his sister and from Joan—airy, newsy
one from Mary, loving ones with no
news in them from Joan. The great
est piece of news that came from
Mary, who dealt with it by the page,
and which was briefly treated by Joan,
was the staggering information that
the congregation had asked for Mr.
Presbrey’s resignation. This news
came while Eric was in Munich, com
pleting a brief course of study in that
city, some little time before he was
to return to America. He had gone
first to Vienna and then to Munich,
after finishing the course at the Beaux
Arts.
From all that he could make out of
the disconnected, almost exuberant
letter. Mr. Presbrey had undertaken
to put himself and God over and above
Horace Blagden in the management of
the church, with dire consequences to
at least one of the allies. (I am quot
ing Mary almost literally.) It seemed
that Mr. Presbrey mlsconstructed a
certain listlessness on the part of the
great man of Corinth; he took it that
Mr. Blagden was losing his force as a
dominant leader, that he no longer
held the reins in a rigid grip, so to
speak. The worthy pastor took heart.
He assumed an independence that,
through cultivation, grew rapidly into
arrogance. He openly defleld Horace
at a time when it seemed most unlike
ly that that gentleman would rise from
the ashes of his hopes to take issue
With him.
The controversy had a trivial be
ginning. Mr. Presbrey “took sides”
in a choir squabble. The soprano and
the tenor, it appears, quarreled
over the proper way to interpret a
duet in one of the Easter anthems.
The fact that It was a contralto and
bass duet doesn’t seem to have mat
tered, although you’d think it would.
The bass and the contralto were not
consulted. They wrere Ignored. For
tunately for the congregation, they
Bung it in their own sweet way and no
one was aware of the fact that the
anthem was ruthlessly spoiled until it
became known that the soprano and
tenor were not on speaking terms with
each other.
J- uv.11 uiu vv » ucfetiii vunvi 11V/ Lice
of the dissension in the loft. Inside of
a fortnight, the entire congregation
■was involved. Mr. Presbrey came out
flat-footed for the tenor, who, on
week days, gave vocal lessons in re
spectable support of a teacher in the
Sunday school—his wife, by the way
•—and did not smoke nor drink. More
over, he advised his pupils to abstain
from smoking and drinking. Neither
habits was good for the voice, he ex
plained. The soprano, on the other
hand, was a good looking young wom
an, who went to Boston twice a Week
to take lessons, and who spent all
she earned on hats and things to be
deck herself with, so that the men in
the pews would think she could sing,
though their wives told them she
couldn't. Also she was given to
singing secular songs of a rather
buoyant character at public en
tertainments in the opera house,
and she had spent an entire season in
the chorus of the English Opera com
pany in Boston, ostensibly for the
training it was said, but, according to
certain ladies in the congregation, in
the hope that she might some day be
requested to appear In tights. The
soprano was conscious of a very good
figure.
Well, to get back to Mary’s letter:
Mr. Blagden suddenly threw off his
lethargy. The soprano, it so happened,
had been elevated to the choir on his
recommendation, and as he paid the
weekly salaries of the quartet out of
his own purse, no one had the right.to
object to his selection, although nearly
every woman in the church knew of
someone better qualified than Miss
Smith. And so, in the midst of petty
strife. Horace, like the big man that
he was, snapped his fingers smartly
and the whole congregation scurried
back to the fold in a most amiable way.
The surprised Mr. Prebrey was left
Ulone, a shorn, stark figure to face the
result of his convictions.
He resolved to stand his ground. The
poprano must go. Likewise the fiddler
who came in occasionally to play obli
gatos to her solos. The First Congre
gational church was not a dance house.
To the intense amazement of every
one. he bluntly announced in open
meeting that a new soprano would be
engaged for the ensuing quarter.
Horace could hardly believe his ears.
‘‘Miss Smith is hired by the year, Mr.
Presbrey,” he said stiffly, arising from
his seat in Congregational meeting.
‘I trust you will pardon the liberty I
take in reminding you, Mr. Blagden,
that she is no hired by the congre
gation,” remarked the minister, mildly.
Horace responded with his wintry
smile. “By the same token, she should
be dismissed by the person who hired
her.”
A change Is absolutely necessary,
sir.”
Horace was thoughtful for a moment.
"I understand they need a soprano In
the Second church. If you insist on her
leaving this church, I shall be very glad
to recommend her for the position
there.”
The threat in these words was too
thinly veiled to escape the attention of
the members who filled the chapel. No
matter how gravely they had divided
against each other in the choir squab
ble, they became a unit of apprehension
in view of the catastrophe that sud
denly loomed up before them.
If Miss Smith went to the Second
church, there also would go the mighty
Blagdens. And then, what would be
lome of the mortgage on the church?
Someone sprang to his feet and sug
gested that the matter be deferred for a
fortnight or so. Mr. Presbrey had the
temerity to say the Second church
lould have Miss Smith and be welcome
to all she could bring with her.
That was the beginning. It went from
bad to worse, Mr. Presbrey finally re
sorting to personalities. He said that
It was time to throw off the yoke. Mr.
Blagden, he explained, was scarcely
the one to regulate the policies of a
great church when one stopped to con
sider the unhappy results of his ef
forts to bring up nis own son in Christ.
Moreover, had it not been for the in
tervention of himself and Mrs. Pres
brey, those two excellent young per
sons, the Mldthornes, might have been
hectored into a natural defiance of all
the laws of God and man, simply be
cause the home influences that sur
rounded them were not calculated to
inspire gentleness of spirit or contrite
ness of heart. With an equal chance.
Chetwynd could have been saved, Dut
no! The parents of that young man
stood between him and the true agents
of God. They set themselves over
against their closed gates and said to
God’s minister: ‘‘Hands off. This is
ours.”
At 'this Juncture, Horace, pallid as a
22
ghost, arose from his chair and, with
out looking to right or left, stalked
from the chapel, followed by his wife,
whose whitened head was bent and
whose limbs tottered.
The next day, bright and early,
Horace Blagden sent out a command to
the officers and chief men of the First
church. They obeyed, and 3 o’clock
found all of them gathered in the pri
vate offices of the banker. They came
away from that meeting with grave
faces and troubled hearts, but just the
same, they affected no sign of hes
itancy In asking Mr. Presbrey for his
resignation.
The minister was dumbfounded. He
had known all along that he was kick
ing against the pricks but, to quote
Uncle Jabez Carr, “he didn't know
there was a mule watin’ to kick back
when he was a-lookin’ t’other way.”
Mr. Presbrey refused to resign. A
great hullabaloo ensued. Corinth had
never known the like of it. Todvllle
chuckled, and, to a man came out for
Mr. Presbrey. The same spirit inflated
the narrow by-ways along the water
front until they were ready to burst
with acclaim. Notwithstanding Mr.
Presbrey's rigorous efforts to reform
that section of town, or to obliterate
it entirely, the saloon keepers, the
brothel house owners, and the human
dregs of Corinth joyfully took sides
with him in the fight against Horace
Blagden, a rather anomalous condi
tion, you may say, but perfectly natur
al if you pause to consider the rela
tive influence of the two contenders.
Bower Corinth had no fear of God, but
It sluijk away from Horace Blagden.
Therefore, if it could destroy HoTacS,
there ■would be nothing to fear.
A subsequent letter from Mary in
formed Eric that Mr. Presbrey was to
open a school for boys on the old Dex
ter farm, just above Corinth. A
youngish man from Boston was likely
to be called to the First church. He
had preached for two Sundays on trial
and Uncle Horace was quite enthusias
tic over him.
f ew ana mr Detween were tne let
ters the young man received from his
uncle. They were always of a business
nature, absolutely undeviating in that
respect. Drafts from dividends, re
ports on properies, and matters of that
sort. There never -was a letter from
Aunt Rena. She made no effort to be
friendly.
But one day, a month before he was
to sail for homo, Eric received from his
uncle a letter that sorely disturbed his
peace of mind. It revived the old dread
that grew up with him from childhood
and which had lain dormant for the
past few years—the dread of the pro
phecy concerning himself and Mary. He
had killed his man. likat much of it
was fulfilled. Now, what of Mary?
Was she to fulfill her part of the ugly
prophecy?
His uncle, after apologising for call
ing his attention to the unpleasant mat
ter to follow, wrote:
*'I am very glad to hear that you are
coming home. It is not, as I have stat
ed before in this letter, my custom to
interfere in the affairs of others. Since
you and Mary reached an age that war
ranted the belief that you would be
capable of thinking soundly for your
selves, I have not undertaken to ob
trude my opinions, much less to offer
criticism of any act or impulse.
You, Eric, X knew to be level headed
and steady. I have had no fears for
you. Regarding Mary, I cannot speak
so confidently. She is wayward and
she is extremely pretty. The combina
tion is not as desirable as it may stem,
as viewed from the vantage point of an
older head. We have tried to keep the
path she traverses clean and free from
contaminating influences. But she gees
fit to resent our thoughtful considera
tion. I am not pretending to you, even
deiusivelv, that she has overstepped
the bounds of propriety in any sens® of
the term. I believe Mary to be a good
girl and pure minded. \
‘‘You recall young Payson. He is now,
as you doubtless know, living in New
York, where he has a position with a
large bond house—a responsible posi
tion, I hear. He belongs to several
clubs and is what is termed a man
amout town. The influences of Corinth
seem to have deserted him. I am not
questioning his integrity. That privilege
was denied me long ago. I was mistaken
about him once. I shall not fall into
error again. I did him a grievous
wrong. Had it not been for the arrogant
demands of Adam Carr, I should have
been inclined to restore him to his po
sition in the bank. But that was not to
be considered. I owe nothing to the
generosity of Adam Carr. He is my
enemy.
ivovv to come to me point. Mary, wno
will soon be 21, has taken a great fancy
to this young man. He visits his mother
here regularly and. while X cannot ask
him to come to my home, Mary sees
him frequently and in a clandestine
manner. Your aunt and I have remon
strated, but to no avail. She goes about
with him when the occasion presents
itself. She rides in his automobile with
strange men and women from New
York—flashy women who drink and
smoke. I am sorry to say that she
seems to be estranged from her friend
and old time companion, Joan Bright.
The inference is plain. Joan does not
approve of John Pavson and his friends.
We see but little of her in these days.
A few nights ago Mary cams horns
from an all day trip—on a Sabbath —
and your aunt distinctly smelt ths
odor of wine on her breath.
“Last week I met Payson in Corinth.
Realizing that it was better for every
one concerned, I politely asked him to
come to my house to see Mary. We
would be glad to welcome ,him there.
He calmly informed me that he would
not put foot inside my gates, not in
1,000,000 years, or something to that ef
fect. Whereupon I notified him that he
could not continue his attentions to my
niece unless he were manly enough to
visit her in the hams of her protectors.
I will not repeat what he said in re
sponse to this. Suffice to say, he in
sulted me. He did not hesitate te say
that he would see Mary when he
pleased and as he pleased.
“I do not like this young man. tie is
not all that he should be. Judge
Bright, once his friend, now says that
he belongs to a fast set in New York,
and has been spoiled by prosperity and
adulation. I am quite sure that he
means to marry your sister If she will
have him. He knows that she will come
into a fortune soon. He is a reckless
speculator, I am told. I fear for her
Interests more than I can tell you.
"You know him. I leave it to you as
to whether he is altogether the man
you would choose to be the husband,
or even the lover of your sister.
“In bringing this matter to your at
tention, I will go a bit beyond the
bounds of reticence. Do you know his
history? Do vou know why Adam Carr
takes such a deep interest in him? Do
you know whose sou he is? These are
questions that will confront you. I could
answer all of them, but will not.
"I will simply say that he is not to be
thought of as a husband for Mary, and
in saying so to the son of Philip Mid
thorne, who was a gentleman born, I
feel that my convictions are not with
out weight in your estimation.
“As I said before. I rejeice that you
arc coming home. You, and you alone,
can influence Mary. She must not be '
permitted to go on in this affair. Do
not write to h of what I am telling
you. Her resentment might lead her to
do the very thing we are seeking to pre
vent by diplomacy and tact. She is
lovable and sho adores you. You can
save her, Eric.
“Jack Payson will do all that he can j
to hurt me. He has never forgiven me. |
He would take her, honorably or oth- j
erwise, merely to have the chance to 1
gloat over me.
"Your devoted uncle,
“Horace Blasden.”
CHAPTER XIV.
LET THERE BE LIGHT.
When Brie came dewn the gang
plank at the pier in New' York city,
the one familiar face that met his gaze
belonged te Adam Carr. The square,
stubborn figure ef the detective was
at the bottom ef the slip, and no
amount of Jostling disturbed it.
‘Tve got news fer you." was his
greeting, as Eric extended his hand.
"And I have a question or two to put
to yeu, Mr. Adam,’’ said the young
man promptly.
“I suppose you want to ask me about
Jack Payson," observed Adam as they
moved off toward the “M” section. “I
thought you’d be wanting to get at the
facts, First, let's hustle your stuff
through these fellows here. I've got It
flxed so that you won’t be delayed.
Little pull.”
"Thanks. What is your news?”
"Your sister is in New York.”
“In New York? How—what do you
mean? Is she here to meet me?"
“Net exactly that. I think she's here
to avoid meeting you."
Eric turned ley cold. People stared ftt
him as he reached blindly for the sup
port of one ef the posts.
“Fer God's sake—" he began hoarse
ly, and could go no farther. His eyes
asked all the questions that were nec
essary. i
"I’ve got a cab outside. We 11 talk
about it as we drive up. Be
calm. Everything's all right with her,
I’m sure. She’s staying with friends.
Old Horace didn’t know how to handle
her, that’* all. She’s like a spirited,
thoroughbred horse. He went a step
too far into her private affairs."
"You mean, she’s—she’s left Corinth
—left my uncle’s house?” cried Eric.
"She had to. Any girl of spirit would
have done the same.”
"But why did you say she was here
to avoid meeting me? What is wrong?
What has she clone?”
Destiny! Foreerdlnatlon! The pro
mises of their childhood! All of these
rushed across his mind in horrid re
view. His heart was like lead.
“Oh, it was wrong to leave her,” he
groaned, before the other could reply.
"I am to blame If anything has hap
pened—”
"People are staring at you, Eric.
Puli yourself together. I guess I was
too sudden. It’s a fault I have. You've
got a wrong impression, I see. She’s
all right. Don’t worry. I should have
said she wanted to avoid meeting yeu
in Corinth. She's done with Corinth
forever. Here’s the inspector.”
Half an hour later, they were on
their way up town in a hansom. A fino
drizzle was blowing In their faces as
they leaned back in the seat, neither
of them caring to have the glass low
ered.
"Now I’ll answer your questions
about Jack Payson,” said Adam quiet
ly.
"I want to know about Mary. What's
happened?”
"Well, she eloped a week or 10 days
ago. She's of age now and can do as
she pleases.”
“In heaven’s name, why did she leave
Cerlnth? What is she doing in New
Yerk? Where is she—”
"Olve me time, my lad. Horace ob
jects to Jack Payson, that’s the sum
and substance of it. He’s never got
ever the fact that he did the bov a
wreng. You knew and he knows that
Jack trM not guilty of robbing the bank,
but Horace hates him simply because
he didn’t do it. Jack's all right. He
has done well In New York. Godsend
te him to get out of Corinth. He wants
to marry your sister. Hold on! Don’t
fly eft the handle now. He may not
have ae much blua blood in him as
you have, but he’e got plenty of honest
red blood, and he's a man, in spite of
Horace. He’a square and he's good
enough for any woman, If you can say
that of any man. He—”
"I don’t know anything about him.
Who was his father? Does anyone
know? Do you know?”
Adam’a eyes narrowed ever so slight
ly, and he was slow In replying.
“Be blunt about it. You want to
know If he was born—straight. That’a
it, isn’t it?”
"That’s it.”
"If his mother was straight?"
“Yes. And why you have always
been so deeply interested in him,”
blurted out Eric.
"That’s something I cannot answer,”
said Adam, looking straight ahead.
“You mean you won’t,” cried Eric.
(CONTINUED NEXT WEEK). ’
Which Room?
Prom Judge.
In a western town there was once a
hotel that all traveling salesmen
avoided except when they couldn't.
There wae no heating system, ths only
warmth In the house being supplied by
a small stove In the office.
One howling night, when the wind
was making about 30 knots per hour
and the mercury was 2# below zero, a
traveling man shivered beneath the In
sufficient bedclothes In his drafty room
until about 3 a. m. Unable to stand it
any longer, though he dreaded to leavo
the bed, he leaped out, seized his
clothe* and ran to the office. Thera
he shuddered late hla garments, and
then began building up the fire.
The fire poking roused the landlord,
whe came out and said: "What are
you gettln’ up this time o' night fer?
You left a call for »:*•.”
"What did I get up fer?" shouted the
traveling man. “I couldn't stay in bed
any lengar in that room of mine! I
was freeaing!”
The landlord defended bis hostelry,
aud the traveling man assailed it, in a
regular quarrel.
During the disagreement an old
doctar ef the tewn, whe had been eut
in the Inclement njght and was almsst
frozen, saw the light In the hotel office
and came In. The old man’s long
whiskers wers covered with frost and
festoonsd with enormous Icicles.
Ae the traveling man turned from
his quarrel and saw the old man’s con
dition and the pendant loe, he ex
claimed: "My God, man! Which room
did you have?"
A Deserving Pensioner.
In the American Magazine a United
States senator writes a very Interest
ing article entitled "A Senator's Mall."
Among the curious letters he has re
ceived Is the following from un Indig
nant pension claimant:
"Why hasn’t my pension been al
lowed? I spent three of the best years
of my life shooting democrats, and It
is time something was being done for
me. See the president about this with
out fall."
A lawsuit is apt to wear out at the'
pockets first.
Drink Denison’s Coffee,
For your health’s sake.
The Cure.
June—Aren’t you just crazy about
flats?
Ann—Not since I married one.
The Gilded Hearth.
Ethel—Have you seen father, Har
old?
Harold—Why, yes. I ran across him
at breakfast only the other day.—
Judge.
Moral Discipline.
“Why do you insist on going away
every summer?’ asked one woman.
‘‘For the sake of moral discipline,”
replied the other. “I like to get my
husband where he has to eat what is
sot before him, without uttering a
word of complaint.”
Not So Lucky.
"Scadds is a lucky chap. He’s got
a country estate on the Hudson, a
hunting camp in the Adirondacks and
a bungalow at the seashore.”
"Yes, and his wife refuses to go to
any of them. She insists that he find
some new place to spend the sum
mer.”
The Ages of Man.
Smuggs—Say, Juggs, who are those
three gentlemen standing at the con
servatory entrance?
Juggs—Why, they represent three
generations. The ruddy old man with
the fine head of hair, Buggs—the thin
haired one next to him is his son, and
the dissipated fellow with the bald
head is the grandson. — National
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Sample each free by mail with Book.
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A Cook's Tour.
"I saw your touring car speeding
toward the station this morning. Who
was the young lady in it?”
“That was our cook.”
"What! And you sent her to the
station in your big machine?”
“Surest thing you know. We didn’t
want to take any chances on her miss
ing the eight o’clock train to town. So
leng, old man. I’ve got to go and see
a doctor about my indigestion.”
He Went With the Coat.
“Plaze, sir,” said an Irishman to a
farmer going to market one day,
"would yez be so obliging as to take
me great coat here to B— wid ye?”
“Yes,” said the farmer; “but how
will you get it again?”
“Oh, that’s mighty aisy, so it is,”
said Pat; “for shure I’ll remain inside
uv it.”
And This Is No Joke, Either.
“Mistah Tambo, can yoah tell mah
when’s a joke not a joke?”
"No, Mistah Bones, Ah can’t. When
is a joke not a joke?”
“Usually, Mistah Tambo.”
Going Through.
“I hear that Jones is on his uppers;
is it true?”
“I guess so. I met him this morn
ing and he said he expected to be on
his feet in a few days.”
Children Cry for Fletcher’s
The Kind Yon Hare Always Bought, and which has heen
in use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of
^ and has been made under his per
sonal supervision since its infancy.
Allow no one to deceive you in this.
All Counterfeits, Imitations and ** Just-as-good ” are but
Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of
Infants and Children—Experience against Experiment.
What is CASTORIA
Castoria Is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Pare
goric, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is pleasant. It
contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic
substance. Its nge is its guarantee. It destroys Worms
and allays Feverishness. For more than thirty years It
has heen in constant use for the relief of Constipation,
Flatulency, Wind Colic, all Teething Troubles and
Diarrhoea. It regulates the Stomach and Bowels,
assimilates the Food, giving healthy and natural sleep.
The Children's Panacea—The Mother's Friend*
GENUINE CASTORIA always
Bears the Signature of
la Use For Over 30 Years
The Kind You Have Always Bought
THOUGHT SHE
GOULD NOT LIVE
Restored to Health by Lydia
E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound.
Unionville, Mo.—“I suffered from*
female trouble and I got so weak that I
could hardly walk,
across the floor with-!
out holding on to
something. I had
nervous spells and
my fingers would
cramp and my face
would draw, and I,
could not speak, nor
sleep to do any good,
had no appetite, and
thought I
uld not live.
Some one advised me to take Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. I had
taken so much medicine and my doctor
said he could do me no good so I told my
husband he might get me a bottle and!;
would try it. By the time I had taken
it I felt better. I continued its use.and
now I am well and strong.
“I have always recommended your
medicine ever since I was so wonder
fully benefitted by it and I hope this
letter will be the means of saving som*
other poor woman from suffering.”—
Mrs. Martha Seavey, Box 1144,
Unionville, Missouri.
The makers of Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound have thousands of
such letters as thet above — they tell
the truth, else they could not have been
obtained for love or money. This med
icine is no stranger — it ha3 stood th*
test for years.
If there are any complications yon
do not understand write to Lydia E.
Pinkham Medicine Co. (confidential)
Lynn,Mass. Your letter will he opeued.
read and answered by a woman anf
held in strict confidence.
Don’t Persecute
Your Bowels
Cut out cathartics and purgatives. They w|
brutal, harsh, unnecessary. T
CARTER’S LITTLE
LIVER PILLS
Purely vegetable. Act IDTCIi'C!
gently on the liver, Ar\ I Ll\d
eliminate bile, and
soothe the delicate
membrane of the
bowel. Cure
CsuttipsUtn,
Biliousness,
Sick lloi- .
ache anil Indigestion, ta millions know,
SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICE.
Genuine must bear Signature
DAISY FLY KILLER SsrstffiSa
flies. Neat, dean, or*
namental, convenient,
Cheap. Laato all
stason. Madaof
metal, can't spill or tip
overj will not soil of
Injure anything*
Guaranteed efTeotlTtb'
All dealers orOsent
express paid for ll.W.
BABOLD BOMEXtB, ISO Ave., Brooklyn, H. Y.
$ $ DOLLARS $$
aro stamped produced by
on each hog Ml t 1»« l ulott
when vuccin- sn B al 11 dbe Serum Co.,
uted by ■¥■ bloax City, Iewa
Us S* Veterinary Llcenie No. 51. Writ* os
<•4wiHii.it your local Veterinarian.
SIOUX CITY PTC. CO., NO. 30-1915.
The dry books are usually the ones
that satisfy the thirst for knowledge.
The game of lacrosse is of pure
ly Red Indian origin.
Insurance against unemployment !■
being introduced in Bavaria.