i Had to Give Up Work
Mr. McMarray Was la a Bad Way
Until He Used Doan’s—They
Brought a Quick Cure.
P. K. McMurrav, 48 W. Hickory St.,
Chicago Heights, ill., soya: ”1 wan al
ways a strong man until J was taken
with kidney trouble. 1 worked many
years as a blacksmith and this work
brought the trouble on. When 1
stooped over there tv a a a
grinding pain in m;v
back and 1 couldn t
straighten up for lour
or five minutes. .Some
time* it took me half
an hour to put on uiy
shoes. I got ho bad, I
had to lay off work for
days at a time. Often I
would have to get up a
dozen times at night lo
■ ”• BuiusaT paw the kidney secre
tions, and tbey burned like lire. My
feet swelled, and at times thev burned
so that it aeemed I was standing on a
hot stove. I had spells of gasping
for breath and dizzy spells, too,
and my health failed rapidly. I was
j told that my working days were over,
but Doan’s Kidney Pills were brought
to hy attention and before I had used
ono box, I began to feel relieved. I
f k pt on and by the time T bad used
1 tea boxes, I was absolutely cured.
, ATI pains left my back and other svinp
1 toms of kidney trouble disappeared and
I felt aa well and strong as ever.”
“Subscribed and sworn to before
me ibis 7th day of July 1917."
DAVID II. SHAPIRO.
Notary Public.
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His Souvenir.
Ordinarily a soldier doesn't appear
»t the leave center with an.v more Imit
Rage than the law allows. One man
so rived with n pair of extra socks
and a rifle. Why the rifle? This wits
his explanation:
“It’s a souvenir. Oh, It still shoots
all right, and I'm going to use it for
•he rest of the war, and after Hint
well, Oils is one rifle no supply ser
geant Is ever going to get hold of."
He exhibited the stock. There was
.n nick an loch deep at the top.
“Machine gun near Solssons. Shows
liow near a bullet can come without
getting y04i.’’—Stars and Stripes.
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“My husband never goes near a sa
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"I didn’t «oy he did. All I saw him
W» was to walk by the bulldog next
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limited grates to 1017 produced *#•.
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Sir. Ftmvi Pleanea* Pellet• put m »biI I*
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(CUA t’TKr: TWENTY' -Continued.)
J!»■ took breath and continued:
“After that? After that, Flor
ence. this: either the smash will
lake place in such a way that
your body will no) even he in
sight, if any one should dream
of coming here to look for you,
or els • it will he partly visible, in
which case I shall at once out and
destroy the cords with which you 1
are tied.
“What will the law think then?
Simply that .Florence Levassctir,
fugitive from justice, hit! her
self in a grotto which fell upon
her and (rushed her. That’s all.
A few prayers for the rash crea
ture's soul, and not nnolher word.
“As for me as for me, when
my work is done and my sweet
heart dead—I shall pack my
traps, candidly remove all the
tfile s of my coming, smooth ev
ery inch of the trampled grass,
jump into my motor ear, sham
death ior a little while, and then
put in it sensational claim for the j
hundred millions.”
He gove a litlle chuckle, took
(wo or three puffs at hi.-: eigaret,
and added, calmly :
“I shall claim the hundred mil
iiot'.s and I shall gel them. That's)
the prettiest part of it. I shall
claim them because I'm entitled
to them; and l explained to von
just now, before Master Lupin
came interfering, how, from the
moment that you were, dead, I
had the most undeniable legal
right to them. And I shall get
them, because it is physically im
possible to bring up the least sort
of proof against me.”
lie moved closer.
’ I here s not a charge that can
hurt me. Suspicions, yes, moral
presumptions, clues, anything
you like, but not a scrap of ma
terial evidence. No body knows
me. One person has seen me as
a tall man, another as a short
man. My very name is unknown.
All my murders have been com
mitted anonymously. All my mur
ders are more like suicides, or can
he explained as suicides.
‘‘I tell you the law is power
less. With Iaipin dead, and Flor
ence Levasseur dead, there’s no
one to bear witness against me.
Even i>! they arrested me, they
would have to discharge me in the
end for lack of evidence. I shall
be branded, execrated, bated, and
cursed: my name will stink in
people’s nostrils, as if I were the
greatest of malefactors. But I
shall possess the friendship of all
decent men!
“I tell you again, with Lupin
and you gone, it’s all over.
There Y. nothing left, nothing but
some papers and a few little
things which f have been weak
enough to keep until now in this
pocketbook here, and which
would be enough and more than
enough to cost me .my head, if
1 did not intend to burn them in
a feu minutes and send the ashes
to the bottom of the well.
'‘Bo you see, Florence, all my
measures are taken. You need
not hope for compassion from trie,!
nor for help front anywhere else,
since no one knows where I have
brought you, and Arsene Lupin
is no longer alive. Under these
conditions, Florence, make your j
choice. The ending is in your
own hands: either you die,
absolutely and irrevocably, or
you accept my love.”
There was a moment of silence,
then :
‘‘Answer me yes or no. A
> ic\etnent of your head will de
fide your fate, if it's no, you
die. If it’s yes, 1 shall release
von. We will go from here and,
later, when your innocence is
proved—and I'll sec to that—you
shall become my wife. Is the
answer yes, Florence*’’
fie put the question to her xvit.lv,
real anxiety and with a re
strained passion that set his voice
trembling. Hi: knees dragged
over the flagstones, lie begged
and threatened, hungering to he
entreated anti, at the same time,
great was his natural murderous
impulse.
*• Is it yes, Florencef A nod,
the least little nod, and f shall be
lieve you implicitly, for you never'
lie and your promise is sacred. Isj
if yes, Florence 1 Oh. Florence
answer me! It is madness to hes
hate. Your life depends on a.
✓
45
fresh outburst of my anger. Ans
wer me! Here, look, my cigaret
is out. I’m throwing it away,
Florence. A sign of your head:
is the answer yes or no?”
He bent over her and shook her
by the shoulders as if to force her
to make the sign which he asked
for. lint suddenly seized with
a sort of frenzy, he rose to his
feet and exclaimed:
“She's crying! She’s crying!
She dares to weep! But, wretched
girl, do you think that ( don’t
know what you’re crying for? t
know your secret, pretty one, and
I know that your tears do not
come front any fear of dying.
You? Why, you fear nothing!
No, it’s something else! Shall 1
tell yon your secret? Oh, 1 can’t,
I can’t— though the words scorch
by lips. Oh. cursed woman, you’ve
brought it on yourself! You
yourself want to die, Florence, as
you're crying -you yourself want
to die-—
While he was speaking he hast
ened to get to work and prepare
the horrible tragedy. The leather
pocketbook which he had men
tioned as containing the papers
was lying on the ground; he put
it in lib. pocket. Then, still trem
bling, he pulled off his jacket and
threw it on the nearest bush.
Next, he took up the pickaxe and
climbed the lower stones, stamp
ing with rage and shouting:
"It’s you who have asked to
die, Florence! Nothing can pre
vent it now. It’s too late! You
asked for it ami you've got it!
Ah, you’re crying! You dare to
cry! What, madness!”
TT i I ,1
tie was standing almost above
the grotto, on the right. His
auger made him draw himself to
his full height.. He looked terri
ble, hideous, atrocious. His eyes
filled with blood as he inserted
the bar of the pickaxe between
the two blocks of granite, at the
spot where the brick was wedged
in. Then, standing on one side,
in a place of safety, he struck the
brick, struck it again. At the
third stroke the brick flew out.
What happened was so sudden,
the pyramid of stones anil rub
bish came crashing with such
violence into the hollow of the
grotto and in front of the grotto,
that the cripple himself, in spite
of his precautions, was dragged
down by the avalanche and
thrown upon the grass. It was
not. a serious fall, however, anil
he picked himself up at. once,
stammering:
‘ ‘ Florence! Florence!' ’
Though he had so carefully
prepared the catastrophe, and
brought it about with such deter
mination, its results seemed sud
denly to slagger him. H** hunted
for the girl with terrified eyes,
lie stooped down and crawled
round the chaos shrouded in
clouds of dust. He looked
through the interstices. He saw
nothing.
Florence was buried under the
ruins, dead, invisible, as lie had
antieipaTeiTT
‘‘Head!” he said, with staring
eyes and a look of stupor on his
face. “Dead! Florence is dead!”
Once again he lapsed into a
state of absolute prostration,
which gradually slackened his
legs, brought him to the ground
and paralyzed him. His two ef
forts, following so close upon
cacli other and ending in disast
ers of which he had been the im
mediate witness, seemed to have
robbed him of all his remaining
energy.
With no hatred in him, since
Arseue Lupin no longer lived,
with no love, since Florence was
no more, he looked like a man
who had lost his last motive for
existence.
Twice his lips uttered the name
of Florence. Was lie regretting
his friend? Having reached the
last of that appalling series of
crimes, was lie imagining the. sev
eral stages, each marked with a
corpse1? Was something like a
conscience making itself fell deep
down in that brute? Or was t*
not rather the sort of physical
torpor that numbs the sated
beast of prey, glutted with flesh,
|drunk with blood, a torpor that is
almost voluptuousness?
.•Nevertheless, li« once more re
peated Florence s name and tears
[rolled down his cheeks.
He lay long in this codndition,
| gloomy and motionless; and
(when, after taking a few sips of
his medicine, he went hack to his
j work, he did so mechanically,
| with none of that gayet.v which
: had made him hop on his legs and
j set about his murder as though he
were going to a pleasure party.
| He began by returning to the
hush from which Lupin had seen
him emerge. Behind this bush,
between two trees, was a shelter
containing tools and arms, spades,
rakes, guns, and rolls of wire
rope.
Making several journeys, he
carried them to the well, intend
ing to throw them down it before
he went away. He next examined
every particle of the little inoutul
up which lie had climbed, in order
to make sure that he was not
leaving ttie least trace of his pass
age.
He made a similar examination
of those parts of the lawn on
which he had stepped, except the
path leading to the well, the in
spection of which he kept for the
last. He brushed up the trodden
grass and carefully smoothed the
trampled earth.
He was obviously anxious and
j seemed to be thinking of other
jthings, while at the same time me
chanically doing those things
I which a murderer knows by force
of habit that it is wise to do.
One little incident seemed to
wake him up. A wounded swal
low fell to the ground close by
where he stood. He stopped,
caught it. and crushed it in his
hands, kneading it like a scrap
of crumpled paper. And Jiis eyes
shone with a savage delight as he
gazed at the hi od that trickled
from the. poor bird and reddened
; his hands.
But, when he flung the shape
| less body into a furze bush, he
saw on the spikes in the bush a
hair, a long, fain hair; and all his
depression returned at the mem
ory of Florence.
He knelt in front of the ruined
j grotto. Then, breaking two sticks
of wood, he placed the pieces in
| the form of a cross under one of
I the stones.
As he was bending over, a lit
tle looking glass slipped from his
waistcoat pocket and,, striking a
pebble, broke. The sign of ill
luck made a great impression on
him. He cast a suspicious look
around him and, shivering with
nervousness, as though he felt
threatened by the invisible pow
ers, he muttered:
‘‘I’m afraid—-I’m afraid. Let’s
go away-”
ri:.. _a ... i. ..i. i t. .ip
ms waxen now inaiKea nau
past four. He took his jacket
fiom the shrub on which lie had
hung it, slipped his arms into the
sleeves, and put his hand in the
righthand outside pocket, where
he had placed the poekethook
containing his papers:
“Hullo!” he said, in great sur
prise. “ I was sure T had-”
He felt in the left inside poc
ket, then in the handkerchief poc
ket, then, with feverish excite
ment, in both the inside pockets.
The poekethook was not there.
And, to his extreme amazement,
all the other tilings xvliich he was
absolutely certain that, he had
left in the pockets of his jacket
were gone: his cigaret case, his
box of matches, his notebook.
He was flabbergasted. His fea
tures became distorted. He splut
tered incomprehensible words,
while the most terrible thought
took hold of his mind so forcibly
as to become a reality: there was
some one within the precincts of
the old castle.
There was some one within the
precincts of the old castle! And
this someone was now hiding near
the ruins, in the ruins perhaps!
And this some one had seen him!
Ami this some one had witnessed
the '.death of Arsene Lupin and
the death of Florence Levasseur!
' And this some one, taking advan
tage of his heedlessness and
'knowing from his words that the
I papers existed, had searched his
ijacket and rifled the pockets!
His eyes expressed the alarm
1 of a man aeeustomed to work in
I the darkness unperceived, and
[who suddenly becomes aware that
I another's eves have surprised him
j at his hateful task and that he
'is being watched in every move
j merit for the first time in his life.
! Whence diii that look come
I that troubled him as the daylight
j troubles a bird of the night?
; Was it an intruder hiding there
by accident, or an enemy bent
upon his destruction? Was it an
! accomplice of Arsene Lupin; a
'friend of Florence, one of the p«.
lice? And was this adversary
‘satisfied with his stolen booty, or
!was he preparing to attack him?
The cripple dared not stir. He
| was there, exposed to assault, on
j open ground, -ith nothing to pro
tect him against the blows flat
• might eo ne before he evexx knew
' where t!»« a .Itferw^y was.
| At last, however, the immin
ence of the danger gave him back
some of his strength. Still motion
less. he inspected his surround
ings with an attention so keen
that it seemed as if no detail
could escape him. lie would have
sighted the most indistinct shape
among the stones of the ruined
pile, or in the bushes, or behind
the tall laurel screen. I
' Seeing nobody, he came along,
supporting himself on his crutch. '
He walked without the least
sound of his feet or of the crutch,
which probably had a rubber shoe
at the end of it. His raised right
hand held a revolver. His finger
was on the trigger. The least ef
fort of his will, or even less than
that, a spontaneous injunction of
his instinct, was enough to put a
bullet into the enemy.
| He turned to the left. On this
side, between the extreme end of
|the laurels ami the first fallen
rocks, there was a little brick
path which was more likely the
top of a buried wall. The cripple
followed this path, by which the
'enemy might have reached the’
|shruh on which the jacket hung
without leaving any traces.
The last branches of the laurels
: were in bis way, and be pushed
them aside. There was a tangled 1
mass of bushes. To avoid this, be I
skirted the foot of the mound, •
after which lie took a few more i
! steps, going round a huge rock. !
* And then, suddenly, he started '
back and almost lost his balance 1
[while liis crutch fell to the ground |
ami bis revolver slipped from bis
hand.
I What lie had seen, what he saw, I
was certainly the most terrify ing
sight that he could possibly have,
beheld. Opposite him, at ten paces
I distance, with his hands in bis
pockets, bis feet crossed, and one
shoulder resting lightly' against
I the rocky wall, stood not a man:
it was not a tnau, and could not •
, be a man. for this man, as the)
cripple knew, was dead, had died >
I the death from which tnere is no
recovery. It was therefore a
ghost; and tips apparition from
! the tomb raised the cripple's ter
] ror to its highest pitch.
1 lie shivered, seized with a fresh
| attack of fever and weakness. His
dilated pupils stared at the ex
traordinary phenomenon. His ,
whole being, tilled with demonia
cal superstition and dread, crum
pled up under the vision to which |
each second lent an added horror.
Incapable of flight, incapable
of defense, he dropped upon his
knees. Ami he could not take his
eyes from that dead man, whom
hardly an hour before he had i
buried in the depths of a well,
under a shroud of iron and gran
ite.
Arsene Lupin's ghost! |
A man you take aim at, yon |
fire at, you kill But a ghost! A
thing which no longer exists ami
which nevertheless disposes of all
the supernatural powers! What I
was the use of struggling against |
the infernal meehinations of that ;
which is no more? What was the *
use of picking up the fallen re
volver and levelling it. at the in
tangible spirit of Arsene Lupin?
And he saw an incomprehens
ible thing occur: the ghost took
his hands out of its pockets. One
|of them held a eigaret ease; and
-the cripple recognized the same
jgunmetal case for which he had 1
j hunted in vain. There was there- j
i lore not a doubt left thal the 1
creature who had ransacked the 1
j jacket was the very same who ]
| now opened the case, picked jut
iA eigaret amt sTriicK a mateTi '
[taken from a box which also he- '
[longed to the cripple!
j O miracle! A real flame came
from the match! O incomparable
!marvel! Clouds of smoke rose
from the eigaret, real smoke, of
,which the cripple at once knew
tin* particular smell!
i lie hid his head in his hands.
He refused to sec more. Whether
ghost or optical illusion, an em
anation from another world, or an
image born of his remorse and
proceeding from himself it should
[torture his eyes no longer
{ But he heard the sound of a
step approaching him, growing
more and more distinct as it
[came closer! He felt, a strange
presence moving near him! An
arm was stretched out! A hand
fell on his shoulder! That, hand |
clutched his flesh with an irres
istible grip! And he heard words !
spoken by a voice which, beyond
mistake, was the human and liv
ing voice of Arsene Lupin!
(Continued Next Week.)
| Bttttaust4 “f ha vn st,eni a lot. of statue*
| of my friends, maVic after they were 1
dead, and have never seen one that l
thought bore dose resemblance to the
original.' Chauncey Hel*ew has had
hi* own statue, which he has pre
sented to PeekskiU. his birthplace,
made during his lifetime. Fie even
unveiled H himself.
j Deft Moines i* wondering, since no
j foreign language mv be used in any
.public metjtiug;'* if*’Mftry Garden may ;
| s;ns in French, and tialli Cure! in
■ Italian, as schedule.
■ After the Grip
r—What?-1
Did it leave you weak, low in
spirits and vitality? Influenza Is a
catarrhal disease, and after you re
cover from the acute stage much of
the catarrh is left. This and your
weakness invite further attacks.
The Tnic Needed ■ Perm*.
First, because it will assist In b aild
• ing up your strength, reinvigorating
' your 'igestion and quickening aO
functions. Second, because it aids
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Thousands have
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The speaker was a senator.
“’ll was a German,” he added, “who
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•''Modern civilization, or kultur. gen
ii lemon, has not reduced crimes. It
has jusl changed a lot of them into
ivil'tlies.' •’
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ICatnnh Is a local disease, greatly iuitu
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It Is taken internally and acts through
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Kidder—Say, my hoy’s goat got in
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Kidd—I s’pose you’re going to hand
jme that old .stuff about wanting a light
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Kidder—Oil, not at all. He did It to
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Important to Mothers
Examiae carefully every bottle of
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Children Cry for Fletcher's Castoria
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HOW TO FIGHT
SPANISH INFLUENZA
By DR. L. W. BOWERS.
| Avoid crowds, coughs and cowards,
l>ut fear neither germs nor Germans t
(Keep the system in good order, take
plenty of exercise in the fresh air and
practice cleanliness. Remember a clean
mouth, a clean skin, and clean bowels
are a protecting armour against disease.
*i'o keep the liver and bowels regular
and to carry away the poisons within,
ft is best to take a vegetable pill every
[ other day, made up of Mav-npple, aloes,
’ jalap. and sugar-coated, to he had at
most drug stores, known as Dr. Pierce’s
^ Pleasant Pellets. If there is a sudden
onset of what appears like a hard cold,
one should go to bed, wrap warm,take
a hot mustard foot-bath and drink copi
ously of hot lemonade. If pain develops
in head or back, ask the druggist for
Atiuric (anti-uric) tnblets. These will
Push the bladder and kidneys and carry*™
off poisonous germs. To control (lie
pains and aches take one Anuric tablet
;evory two hours, with frequent drinks
jof lemonade. The pneumonia appears
jin a most treacherous way, when the
influenza victim is apparently recover
ing and anxious to leave bis bed. In re
covering from u bad attack of influenza
br pneumonia the system should be
built up with a good herbal tonic,such
as Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medfenl Discov
ery, made without alcohol from the
[ roots and barks of American forest
. trees, or his Irontlc (iron tonic) tablets,
[ which can he obtained at most drug
stores, or send 10c. to Dr. Pierce’s Inva
j lids" Hotel. Bufl nlo.N Y.. for trial
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