“I DON’T SUFFER
ANY MORE"
“Feel Like a New Person,"
A says Mrs. Hamilton.
-- _ S
New Castle, Ind.—“From the time
I was eleven years old until 1 was seven
teen I suffered each
month so I had to ba
in bed. I had head-*
ache, backache and
such pains I would
cramp double every
month. I did not
know what it was
to be easy a minute.
My health was all
run do'-n and the
doctors did not dc
me any good. A
neighbor told my mother about Lydia
E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound and
I took it, and now I feel like a new
person. I don’t suffer any more and 1
am regular every month. ’’—Mrs.Hazel
Hamilton, 822 South 15th St.
When a remedy has lived for forty
years, steadily growing in popularity
and influence, and thousands upon
thousands of women declare they owe
their health to it, is it not reasona
ble to believe that it is an article of
great merit?
If you want special advice write
to Lydia E. Pinkbam Medicine
Co. (confidential), Lynn, Mass.
Your letter will be opened, read
aud answered by a woman and
held in strict confidence.
JOKER PLAYS HIS LAST JOKE
’’"imous Japanese Prepares Surprise
for His Friends, Who Gather
^ Around Funeral Pyre.
Ikku, the Japanese joker, author of
what are described by Saito Man as
’ books of immortal humor,” lay dying.
He called friends and relatives to him,
and. addressing them in affectionate
phrases, and now that his going was
coming, he had a last request—to cre
mate his body just as it lay. If they
did that he would show them his
gratitude. They did so, and gathered
sadly around the pyre, Ikku in the
thin coffin into which he had been
lifted.
As the flames crackled there sud
denly began a weird tattoo inside the
coffin. The crowd was filled with hor
ror. “He's alive, trying to get out!”
Just then the coffin took fire, and
(here was an explosion, scattering red
embers in a shower over the mourn
ers, who turned to run, but presently
a pillar of fire shot up from the now
visible body, and at. its shimmering
summit they saw a beautiful pyrotech
nic flower expand and disappear. It
was his last joke. He had hidden
the fireworks in his kimono.—East ami
West News Bureau.
Why He Was Happy.
I-Vter's father was a shoemaker
when he was a young man, and now
he is a minister, but never forgets to
tell how happy he was as shoemak
er. One day at the table his father
was talking about the bishop of his
church.
“He is one of the happiest men I
ever met," he said.
“Was ho once a shoemaker, papa?”
Peter asked, as he had come to asso
ciate the idea of happiness with his
father’s trade.
Obliging.
Long-Suffering Employer—Good gra
cious. girl, I sent you to get me fifty
post cards nearly an hour ago! What's
kept you?
"Well, sir, I had to pick 'em out. I
wasn’t very sure which you’d like best,
so 1 got half actresses and half com
ics."'- London Opinion.
GLASS OF WATER
Upset Her.
People who don't know about food
should never be allowed to feed per
sons with weak stomachs.
Sometime ago a young woman who
lives in Me. had »n attack of scarlet
fever, and when convalescing was per
mitted to cat anything she wanted.
Indiscriminate feeding soon put her
back in bed with severe stomach and
kidney trouble.
“There I stayed," she says, “three
months, with my stomach in such con
dition that 1 could take only a few tea
spoonfuls of milk or beef juice at a
time. Fiualiy Grape-Nuts was brought
to my attention and I asked my doc
tor if I might eat it. He said, ‘yes,’
and I commenced at once.
“The food did me good from the
start and 1 was soon out of bed and re
covered from the stomach trouble. I
have gained ten pounds and am able
to do all household duties, some days
Ritting c wr. only long enough to eat
my meals, f can eat anything that
one ought to eat, but 1 still continue
to eat Grape-Nuts at breakfast and
supper and like It better every day.
“Considering that I could stand only
a short time, and that a glass of water
seemed ’so heavy,’ I am fully satisfied
that Grape-Nuts has been everything
to me and that my return to health
is due to it.
“I hnvc told several friends having
nervous or stomach trouble what
Grape-Nuts did for me and in every
case they speak highly of the food.’’
“There's a Reason." Name given
by Postum Go.. Battle Creek. Mich.
K^t>r rt ’t.1 tin* wlMive letter? A Dfir
iHtp u »»•>«•?! i* from Hme 10 time. They
»»»-«* ir\ip, ni»«l fell of human
In
GRETA’S GROUCHY GOBLIN.
I (Copyright, l!h€. by the McClure News- i
paper Syndicate.)
"Greta, Greta." called a weak voice
, from the bed. Little Greta, who was i
busy in the kitchen of the cottage, ran
to her sick mother with a drink of cool
water.
Then she went back, to clean up the
pots, build a fresh fire, and sot the
mush on the stove for supper. On a
tiny tray she set a wee teapot, a plate
of cakes and a bit of honey, all ready
for her mother's evening meal.
“A bunch of wild laurel would look
so pretty on the tray," she said to her
self. “I think 1 will have plenty of time
to run down In the woods and gel a
bit before the mush is done.”
So sho ran down to the grove, which
was at the foot of the hill. Then sho
stopped suddenly, for she. remembered
that in these very woods and Just
where the prettiest flowers grew was
the magic mound, where, folks said,
the goblins played.
“Well, I am not afraid of goblins,"
said Greta. “Besides, mother says there
are no such things. Anyway, goblin or
not. I am going to get the laurel."
She went on until she reached a
laurel bush, on which hung beautiful
clusters of the pink blooms. Just as
ghe put her hand up to break a bough,
she head a squeaky voice at her feet
exclaim, "Ouch! Get off my toe!" and.
looking down, she saw in the grass a
little man about a foot high.
He was a very funny leaking little
man. for be had on nothing but his
underclothing, and was shivering with
cold. Greta could not help laughing
at the sight. “I don't see anything fun
ny in almost freezing to death," ex
claimed the goblin, hopping about in
his anger.
"Then why don't you put on your
clothes?” asked the girl.
“I can’t, I can’t,” he screamed; "my'
wife has run away and taken them all
witli her—she says I am so cross she
won’t live with me any longer.”
Now, Greta did not blame the gob
lin’s wife for leaving such a grouchy
man. but she was a very kind hearted
child; so she took off lior jacket and
wrapped it about the little man until
he was warm again. But ho never said
even, "Thank you." He just began
scolding again. “I am just starving!”
he cried, breaking into tears. "My wife
locked the cupboard and took the key.
Come into my room and see.” And he
took the girl's hand and led her into
a beautiful room, hidden in the mound.
Its sides were of pink coral and the
furnishings in emerald green velvet,
with silver trimmings. Then Greta saw
this was the king of the goblins him
self.
■‘Every soul has run away and left
me,” he moaned; “not a servant left,
and I don’t know how to cook a bite.”
“Wait a minute," exclaimed kind
Greta; “I will run home and bring you
some mush.”
"Well, hurry up,” replied the goblin.
“You big people are so slow!” and ho
kicked tho crown across the floor.
Greta ran home, and returned in a
few minutes with the steaming pot of
mush, which she held by a short chain,
as it was very hot.
“Don’t put it on that table by the
glass bottle." salt! the goblin. "I hat
water is magic and came from Fairy
land—It will turn all it touches Into
gold. So be careful.”
Greta handed him a spoonful of
mush, but he was so greedy that he
did not wait for it to cool, and gulped
it down at one swallow.
"Wow. wow!” he screamed. “I am
killed, killed!" and in his blind rage
he jerked up the bottle of magic water
and threw it at the girl’s head. It
missed her. but crashed right into the
pot of mush. Out of the room she flew,
with the pot of mush dragging after
her, and she never stopped until she
found herself safe it the kitchen at
home. Then she looked at the pot,
and saw that it had turned into pure,
glistening gold—mush, pot, handle and
all!
So poor little Greta was very happy
at this, for she was new rich eneugh
to buy her mother a beautiful home
and give her every comfort, and in n
few weeks she was strong and well.
And, though they lived for many years
very happily in their new home, Greta
never again saw the grouchy old gob
1 lln or his cave.
THE WHITE HORSE.
pjopyrigni, jyiti, oy me -viemure news
paper Syndicate.)
In a town across the seas, which bor
dered on a forest, the people were
frightened by seeing a very large,
white horse, with Hying tail and mane,
dash through the streets and across
the fields and gardens, trampling the
vegetables or whatever grew in his
path.
After a while some of the young
men in town decided to put an end
to his visits by catching him, but he
was no sooner caught and mounted
than he dashed away with his rider
into the forest, until seven young
men had been carried into the forest
and never returned.
At last the people were filled with
terror and the burgomaster of the
town offered a large bag of gold to the
one that should capture the white
horse and hold him.
One day a horseman rode through
on a beautiful black horse, and, hear
ing the story of the white horse,
he volunteered his services.
The people warned him of the fate
of the seven young men, but when
night came he rode to the edge of
the forest and waited.
The white horse came out, and he
ui uiw luwn uamo a, v un,c, uoiwut,,
“Have you brought another?”
The stranger looked up and saw a
large head looking at him with fiery
eyes. "Run with him, white horse,”
commanded the voice, but the stranger
held the reins tight, and the wldt«
horse did not move.
Th castle door opened, and out
came a giant so tall that he reached
[ the top of the castle.
“Where are the seven youths that
you and your white horse carried
away?” asked the stranger.
The giant Mtughed and the horse
trembled, but his rider patted him,
I and he grew quiet.
The stranger raised his sword and
struck at the giant’s arm, and it fell
limp at his side. The giant raised
his other arm and the stranger struck
at that.
“Now show me where the seven
youths are kept,” he said to white
horse. The horse walked back *f
the castle and there the stranger
saw seven rocks in a row and a dragon
watching them.
The stranger drew his sword and
after a hard battle he slew the dragon.
The rocks began to move, and from
a cave under each rock came a youth.
They were very fat and could hardly
walk.
“You have saved us,” they said to
the stranger “The giant was fat
tening us for his feast. Wo were
given all kinds of nice things to eat
that we might grow fat and then he
intended to eat us.”
“Why did you not hold the horse?
asked the stranger. “Why did you
let him carry you into the forest?"
”We could not hold him,” replied
one of youths, “and we did not
think to take a bridle as you did. Ho
dashed away with us and when he
reached the castle ho obeyed the giant
and brought us here behind the castle
and threw us into a hole which had
been made to receive us. The giant
sends this horse through the country
to gather youths from each place that
he visits."
When they went to the front of the
castle the giant had disappeared. “He
has run away,” said the stranger, “but
his power is gone, for I have killed the
dragon and I have tamed his white
horse. It was as you thought. If you
had thrown a bridle over his head you
could of tamed him as I have.
Everyone in the town had given up
the stranger, and thought he had fared
us the others, but when they saw him
and with him the seven youths, they
could not say enough in his praise.
“AH I ask is the white horse,” he
said. "I have been looking for one to
drive with my black horse.”
When the horses were side by side
they were of the same height, > and
the town people were glad to have
him take the horse that had caused
so much trouble.
let him go on his wild dash and
waited for his return, and when he
entered the forest he caught at the
flowing main and mounted him. The
white horse plunged and pranced, but
the stranger held him, and, taking
the bridle from his black horse, he
threw it over the head of the white
horse and rode into the forest.
The white horse knew that a mas
ter hand held him now, and he walked
along quietly until he came to a very
large tree, and there he. stopped and
knocked three times with his hoof.
From the top of the tree came a
coice, saying "Enter,” and the tree
ipened and the horse and the rider en
tered. White horse carried his rider
along a dark road, and aftor riding
a. long distance the stranger found
himself in front of a castle, and out
CAN YOU RELAX?
Copyright, 1316, by the McClure News
paper Syndicate.)
When your husband or your brother
ir your father comes home from work
it night, slips into his pumps and din
ner coat or smoking jacket and slip
pers as the case may be, he is usually
n a frame of mind to indulge in mental
•ela xation. Except as memories of fhe
lay’s work linger in his mind, there is
lothing to disturb him. In the haven
>f home there are none of the nag
cing, petty worries of the office. His
work is done.
Yet in the same home, you. Mistress
Housewife, find so little relaxation
usually. Your eyes wander to an in
finitesimal shadow in the corner of the
room. Can it he a cobweb? Did Norah.
who comes in to clean, disregard your
Instructions to use the long handled
wall brush when she was dusting the
living room? There is a strange, muf
fled crash from below. The man of
the house smokos on undisturbed.
Could it possibly he that Tabby the
cat In prowling around the basement
had jumped on the shelf of canned
fruit? You don’t go to Investigate, but
still you worry. A dozen times you
hear faint sounds that you think must
be the baby crying. Still, baby is in
the next room, sleeping peacefully.
Some one walk across the floor; a
board creaks, and that reminds you that
Stenographer’s View of Employer.
"Much has been said and written,
and rightly, too, of the 'girl who works
just to closing hour,'" says a stenog
rapher in the Woman’s Home Com
panion. Might something not also he
said of the employer who allows, or
even expects, his stenographers to
work late, or in the evenings, and then
wonders why they cannot do efficient
work after a month or two of such
work? Mary a stenographer Just out
you must speak to the landlord about
putting in new floors before your hus
band signs the lease for the house for
another year. Your chair tips back.
There! A castor has given way. You
must have it repaired. You wonder
whether the castors in the tool box will
do or whether you had better buy new
ones. And so you worry on. You
have almost forgotten what it means
to relax in your own home.
You don't need to be told that this
is a wrong state of affairs. You know
It. And you probablv resent being told
that it is absolutely useless. Still, why
should you let the men of your family
enjoy this health giving relaxation
when you don’t have it yourself? Just
try for a day or so. to call a halt to
the activities of your housework, at a
certain time in the evening. Just as
your husband closes his worries in the
roll-top of his desk. In the daytime It
is your fault if things don’t run
smoothly. Hut there should be an
eight-hour day for the housewife as
well as for the woman who works for
wages, and it is the housewife’s own
fault if she doesn’t insist on getting it.
The work you do after sundown can
never hurt you. You seldom do
enough for that. Still you might, if
you didn’t put a check on it, worry
yourself into a sanatorium.
of school starts in working till her
work Is done, regardless of the clock,
only to find that she has established a
custom which must be lived up to by
her or her successor always thereafter,
ro matter what increase there might he
in the business and work of her em
ployer or firm.”
Natives of Algeria bury with the
dead the medicines used by them in
their last illness.
WHY CRANES DANCE.
(Copyright, 1916, by tho McClure News
paper Syndicate.)
Almost everyone knows of tho funny
little mice that whirl about every few
foments in a waltz, but few have
heard of a dancing bird that lives far
away In tho wilds of Australia, that
wonderful country on the other side of
the world.
Bnck in the depth of the jungle there
has lived for hundreds of years a race
of people who are called Bushmen, as
the forests they inhabit are called the
Bush. They are brown in color and
have long, black hair, while their only
clothing is a mat tied around the body.
These Bushmen have always been
fond of dancing, and every week they
would hold a feast, at which the girls
and men would prance around a blaz
ing lire from sunset till dawn, whirl
ing about in the moonlight to t lie
music of the tom-tom and native
drums.
Among the maidens of the olden
limes were two daughters of a mother
who had great power in doing strange
things, and seme even said sho gath
ered poisonous herbs to put In the
food uf her foes. The girls wore not at
ill alike. The oldest, whoso name was
Dba, was a dark beauty, but with
flashing eyes and a tlery temper. Sura,
who was slight and quiet, had a gentle
nature and was not at all striking in
appearance. Both were beautiful dnn
rers. but the steps of Sura were said
to be more graceful than those of her
sister, which made the older girl very
jealous. Besides, the girls both loved
a young man who was devoted to Suva.
Bo it soon happened that Oba grow
to hate her younger sister most
heartily.
One night Sura and the young man
were walking in the forest down a
path bordered by thick bushes, and in
the tangle weeds they stopped. Here
they planned to have a wedding feast
and a great dance the following week.
Dba, who was seated in the bushes,
heard every word and her face dark
ened with anger.
"Never shall my sister marry the
tnan I love," swore Oba under her
breath. "I will show her how she can
Insult her oldor sister."
So Oba went home, and finding tho
mother asleep, she asked questions of
her and received replies, for the wom
an did not know to whom she was talk
ing.
"Is It possible to turn anyone into
a bird?" she whispered into her moth
er's ear.
“Oh! yes,” said the mother, still
dreaming, "if one will gather the root
of the yucca and boil it at dawn, the
Juice will turn anyone into a bird that
will continue to act in most ways as
If it were a mortal."
"But where can I find tho yucca?"
whispered Oba again in her mother’s
ear.
"Down by the green pool," returned
the woman. “The water there is full
of tlie plant."
Oba ran out of the house, and, as
she did so, brushed past her sister
coming back to the hut singing in her
happiness. In a few minutes the
wicked girl had reached the pool,
gathered a handful of root and was
home again. Then she sat till dawn to
boil it down.
The next day the coming marriage
was announced and great prepara
tions wero made. When the night ar
rived, Oba opened the feast with her
dancing, which she kept up for an
hour, whirling about in 1,000 fantastic
ways.
When it came to the turn of the
bride, Sura rose timidly, but she soon
forgot tho crowd and danced away as
lightly as a feather blown by the breeze.
The company broke into a storm of ap
plause. Oba took a chance when she
thought no one was looking to pour the
yucca juice into the bride's cup, but
she did not notice that the bridegroom,
when her back was turned, exchanged
the cups, so that the one intended for
Sura stood before Oba instead. The
young bridogroem knew of the sis
ter’s Jealousy, and seeing something
put into his bride’s cup by the sister,
knew it was for harm.
When Sura had finished, Oba
thought to outdo her sister, so she
started again in a mad whirl. As she
came by the bridegroom he took up
her cup and offered It to the tired
girl.
“You are weary with the feasting,”
he said. “Drink and refresh yourself.”
Oba turned up the cup and drunk
thirstily. But hardly had she swal
lowed its contents when she uttered a
scream—the charm was beginning to
work and she realized that she had
made a mistake.
She commenced to shrivel up in tho
legs, her body grow short and fat, her
neck pulled out into a long, ugly thing,
with a tiny head, to which was stuck
a red bill. Two long, thin legs reached
to the ground—In short, the wicked
sister had turned herself into a crane
Then she began to dance. Around and
around she whirled, bowing and sway
ing in all kinds of figures, her bony legs
skeeping in time to the music, while
her harsh voice was raised In a scream.
So waltzing, and bowing, and side
stepping, she vanished from view in
the swamp of the green pool, but no
one was sorry, for all felt she had got
ten what she deserved.
Non# But Pro-American Letters.
Editorial In St. Paul Dispatch.
The broad latitude permitted heretofore
to correspondents of the Mall Bag in dis
cussing the International situation was
undoubtedly right, In view of the neutral
uttltude of America and the advisability
of an opeh-mlnded debate of the questions
Involved.
But the situation has changed The
United States has laid down, in behalf of
civilization and humanity, a distinct pol
icy that becomes the American policy. All
patriotic Americans—and we are all pa
triotic Americans—will agree that it Is
their duty to support their government in
its high-minded purpose. Agreeing In this,
they also will agree that the Mall Bag
should exclude all letters written from
other than a distinctly pro-American paint
of view.
Murdocks Still Expoundinq.
Prom the Christian Science Monitor.
Forty years ago an advertisement of T.
Murdock reading, “1 will bore wells or
drain cellars, or saw wood for cash or
stock, or expound the scriptures at any
time or place whenever wanted, free," ap
peared In tho Fort Scott I Kansas) Tribune,
and the editor of the Emporia (Kansas)
Gazette discovers In that typically ener
getic. enterprising and versatile western
pioneer the grandfather of Victor Mur
dock, former progressive member of con
gress, Marcellusand Alice Murdock, Brock
and Murdock Pemberton. Will Stoller and
Mrs. Frances Woods—all newspaper peo
ple In active service. The Murdocks arc
stU expounding.
FRECKLES
Now I* the Time to Get Rid of These
Vfcij spot*.
There’s no longer the slightest need of
feeling ashamed of your freckles, us the
prescription othine—double strength—Is
guaranteed to remove these homely spots.
Simply get an ounce of othine—double
strength—from your druggist, and apply a
little of it night and morning and you
should soon see that even the worst freckles
have begun to disappear, while the lighter
ones have vanished entirely. It is seldom
that more than one ounce Is needed to com
pletely clear the akin and gain a beautiful
clear complexion.
Be sure to ask for the double strength
othine, as tills Is sold under guarantee of
money back if It falls to remove freckles.—
Adv.
Crafty Nature.
“Nobody seems to know just where
our congressman stands on prepared
ness.”
“Can't you tell by the way he
votes?”
“No. You see, he’s a politician first
and a patriot afterward.”
FITS, EPILEPSY, FILLING SICKNESS
Stopped Guloklv. Fifty years of uninterrupted
success of Or. Klino's Wpllepsy Medicine insures
lasting results. Lakoe Tuiai. norri.B Fiueis. IJK.
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High frequency electric apparatus for
massaging and shampooing has been
Invented.
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Bumper Grain Crops
" Good Markets—High Prices
. Prizes Awarded to Western Canada for
Wheat, Oats, Barley* Altai fa and Grasses
, The winnings of Western Canada at the Soil Products
Exposition at Denver were easily made. The list
comprised Wheat, Oats, Barley and Grasses, the most
important being the prizes for Wheat and Oats us)
sweep stake on Alfalfa.
No less important than the splendid quality of Western
Canada’s wheat and other grains, is the excellence nt
the cattle fed and fattened on the grasses at that
country. A recent shipment of cattle to Chicago
topped the market in that city for quality and price*
Writers Cutds produced is 1915 ose-third at smell wheat
a* ail af tks United State*, or over 300,000,008 hikdii
I
Canada in proportion to population has a g reate*
exportable surplus of wheat this year than any
country in the world, and at present prices you
can figure out the revenue for the pro
ducer. In Western Canada you will find
good markets, splendid schools, excep
tional social conditions, perfect climate
__. ia and other great attractions. Thera
tax on land and no conscription.
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Canadian Government Agents
Asking Too Much for It.
‘‘Do you advocate peace at any
price, Mr. Dubwaite?”
‘‘I do not,” replied the eminent paci
fist.
"Then 1 have misunderstood your
attitude.”
‘‘So you have, sir. There is a dis
position nowadays to make the price
of peace prohibitive.”
CUTICURA COMFORTS BABY
Suffering From Itching, Burning
Rashes, Eczema, etc. Trial Free.
Give baby a bath with hot water and
Cuticura Soap, using plenty of Soap.
Dry lightly and apply Cuticura Oint
ment gently to all affected parts. In
stant relief follows and baby falls into
a refreshing sleep, the first perhaps
In weeks. Nothing more effective.
Free sample each by mail with Book.
Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept. L,
Boston. Sold everywhere.—Adv.
Leap-Year Observation.
"Leap year doesn't attract the atten
tion It used to."
“No,” replied Miss Cayenne; “with
all our progress, we women haven’t
managed to strike the courtship pace
of the men when It comes to giving
away candy, flowers and matinee tick
ets.”
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for
Infants and children, and see that it
Signature of
In Use for Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria
Well Paired.
“You and Grump seem to get along
pretty well.”
"Yes. You see, he never borrows
anything but trouble, and that's all 1
ever have to lend."
USE ALLEN’S FOOT-EASE
The antiseptic powder to be shaken Into
shoes and used In foot-bath. It relieves
painful, swollen, smarting, aching, tired
feet and Instantly takes the sting out of
corns and bunions. The greatest comfort
discovery of the ago. Sold everywhere 25e
Trial package FREE. Address Allen S.
Olmsted, Le Roy, N. Y. Adv.
One Exception.
“All roads lead to Rome.”
“Not Hampton Roads. They’re
where the ships stop going to roam.”
Indignant.
“Waddye know about that?” ex
claimed tho vaudevillian. “That guy
on the stage is imitatin' my imitation
of Eddie Foy.”
“Out that’s Eddie Foy himself,” ob
jected his neighbor.
“I don’t care who he is. Ho'a got
no business stealin’ my stuff.”
To keep clean and healthy take l)r.
Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets. They regfilat®
liver, bowels and stomach.—Adv.
Silent neighbors make a desirable
neighborhood.
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Don’t Persecute
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Cut out cathartics and purgatives. They j—>
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bowel. Curej
Constipation,
Biliousne: j.
Sick (lead*
ache and Indigestion, as millions know.
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it you butter from Backache, Lum
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Take Hot Water and “AlNiURIC”
American men and women must guard
Constantly against kidney trouble, be
cause we eat too much and all our food
is rich. Our blood is filled with uric
acid which the kidneys strive to filter
out, they weaken from overwork, be
come sluggish; the eliminative tissues
clog sad the result is kidney trouble,
bladder weakness and a general decline
in health.
When your kidneys feel like lumps of
lead, when your hack hurts or the urine
is cloudy, full of sediment, or you are
obliged to seek relief two or 'hree times
during the night, when y»u suffer with
sick headache or dizzy, nervous spells,
acid stomach, or you have rheumatism
when the weather is bad. get from your
druggist- "ANt'RKV’ Because of uric
acid in overabundance in the ~ system,
backache, pains hue and iberc, rheunia
I ism. gout, gravel, neuralgia and sciatic*
result, it was Dr. Pierce who discovered I
a new agent, called “Anuric." which wifl
throw out and eradicate this uric uol
from the system. Dr. Pierce be&ma
“Anuric" to be 37 times more yn w/t l
than lithia, and consequently you need no
longer fear muscular or articular rlxumm
tism or gout, or many other diseases rcoiah
are dependent on an accumulation of wrse
acid within the body. Send Dr. Pseree,
Invalids’ Hotel. Pnffalo. N Y.. Idt- fear
trial package or $1.00 for full treatment
“Anuric.”
Dr. Pierce’s .reputation is back of fhi« ]
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ant Pellets” for the liver and h;« “fa
vorite Prescription.” for the ills rf wom
en have had a splendid repntutu n for il»>
past 50 years. Ad\.