I PENNY of TOP HILL TRAIL 1
By
BELLE KANARIS MANIATES
Author of
“AMARILLY OF CLOTHES-LINE ALLEY."
“MILDEW MANSE," ETC.
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X wrapped her up In
It, and when I buttoned it around her
chin, I did what I'd been aching to do
lim e I (Irst met her, but had slipped
on my courage. She was looking down
in a shy, little way she has—and I
kisst d her, When she lifted her eyes,
there was such a surprised little look
in them, I felt Just as if I had hurt a
b&by*
" 'I didn't mean to do it,' I said, 'but
I couldn't help it. Will you forgive me?
" I'll forgive you,' she said in a low
voice after a moment, ‘but you musn t
—again/ . . .
"She meant it. so I didn't, but she
let me hold her hand we sat quiet and
watched the moon shine on the water.
"I asked her if she'd had a good time,
and she told me it had been the most
wonderful day of her life different
from all others,
" 'Honest?' I asked.
"She didn't answer, but looked off
over the water, and 1 saw a tear on
her check.
“ 'Honest?' I said again.
•' 'Yes;’ she said. 'Honest, and I never
knew before what It was to be honest.’
"I didn't know what she meant, but
we had got to Chicago now. It wasn't
very late nnd I asked her should we
go to Reilly's again and she said It
would spoil the day. I thought so, too,
On the way to where I'd left
her the night before, there was a little
park. We went In sat on ono of the
benches. It was only a little clump of
trees, but It made a nice place to visit,
because there was no one around. Peo
ple in cities don't act like they were
•eaBoned to outdoors except when it’s
hot weather.
"I was booked (o leave the next
morning, bo I couldn't let any grass
grow. I asked her to marry me.
" 'I wish you hadn’t asked me,’ she
•aid, and her voice sounded like there
were, tears in her eyes.
" 'Why?' I asked.
■ f X ! , 1. I ..I. . fair
•' ‘I wish, she went on witnout tatt
ing any notice of me —■ just like she
was talking to herself—'that I dared to
love a intui like you.'
“That was all I cared to know. For
the ghost of a second 1 held her In my
arms but she slipped out of them and
I paw her face was pale.
" 'You do love me!' I said.
“ 'l do,’ she repeated after me. ‘A lot.
If It was a little bit, I'd marry you, but
I love you so much, I'll tell you why I
can never marry you. You're the first
man that ever treated me like I was
white. I’m pretty bad. I know, but I
am not so bad as to do you wrong.’
"I told her I didn't know what she
meant, but there was nothing in the
world that should come between us.
" 1 tried to tell you tonight on the
boat, when you asked mo to tell you
fiow much I had enjoyed the day,' she
went on just a? though I hadn't spok
en, ‘when you said "Honest.” But I
couldn't. 1 was afraid to tell you I
couldn’t do anythlhg honest.'
"Then she told me she was a thief.
She didn’t try to make any excuses for
herself, but when l heard her little
hard luck story and knew what she’d
been up against, I didn’t wonder that
■he stole or committed any crime. She
had had a regular Cinderella step
mother who had licked her when she
was a kid because she took food from
the pantry when she was hungry. The
old hag called it stealing and warned
the school teacher and the other kids
got hold of It and of course you know
what It does to any one to get a black
eye. She had the name of a thief
wished on her until she got to be one.
She was expelled from school; put In
a reformatory; ran away; stole to keep
herself alive. Then they all took a
hand at her—minister's, society girls,
charitable associations: they gavo her
■ bum steer and made her feel that she
was a hopeless out-cast, so she felt
more at home with her vagrant class.
The only person who had ever made
her feel she wanted to be straight was
a Salvation Army woman, but she had
gone away and no one was left to care
now.
”1 didn’t let her go any further. I
told her I cared and I cared all the
more since I had heard her story; and
that she was honest, or she wouldn’t
have told me about herself. What did
I care what she had been or done? Her
life was going to begin right then with
me. l couldn't budge her. I talked
and pleaded, and at last she gave in—
a little. She said she'd think it over
and meet me at the little park In the
morning, and then she’d talk some
more about it.
r “So~we parted ttntil morning came.
But I made up my mind that If she
wouldn't consent I'd simply kidnap Iter
end bring her up her to Mrs. Kingdom
“I was on hand bright and early at
the park next morning, and after a
While a slovenly slip of a girl came
up to me and asked my name. I told
her. She gave mo a note and then
started off like a skyrocket, but I'm
some spry myself, and I caught her
and held her till I'd read the note. It
was from her and she said she couldn’t
give me the worst of the bargain. That
she was going to try hard to see If
she could make good and live without
stealing, and when she was sure she’d
send word to me through Mr. Reilly,
and, if I never heard, I could know she
had failed, and for me to forget her.
"Where is she?” I asked the girl,
who was squirming like an eel.
“ 'I dunno.' she said. ‘She’s loft
town.’
“‘I don’t believe It!' 1 said.
" ‘Yes, she has,' said the girl. 'She
pawned all her togs—that new white
dress and the swell shoes and her new
■ult and hat to get money to make o
getaway.’
"I might as well have tried to hanj
on to a fish as to hold that slipperj
little street Arab. She broke, awaiy am
ran. I was after her, but it was n<
use. She new the Ins and outs of th<
alleys like a rat. and 1 lost her. Yoi
see, I didn’t know my girl's last name
When I asked her eho said; ‘Call mi
Marta.’ I didn’t care about knowin;
her last name then, because 1 was si
keen to give her my own name.
“I was just about crazy. I huntei
all over the t art of the city where 11
left her tiie first nig Then I wen
... u.-iiiy, tjT-i t:.. 3i:*n't '..now win
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she was. I made him see what It
meant to me to find her, and he prom
ised to try his best and to forward at
oijce any letter that came to him. If
I don't hear after a while, when work
gets slack so you can spare me, I’m
going to Chicago and go through it
with a fine tooth comb. KeilT; will
help me follow every girl by tlw Tiame
of Marta that's ever lived there.
Kurts eyes, full of definite pity and
regret, turned to Jo as lie broke the
little pause that followed.
"She is doubtless a poor little stray
of a girl and luck has been against her,
but, Jo, put all thoughts of marrying
her away, just as she has. Walt—” he
hurried on, seeing the anger kindling
in the lad's eyes—"if It were any other
offense—But a thief! ‘Once a thief,
always a thief,' is the truest saying I
know. Your love couldn't—”
"It didn't make any change in my
feelings when she told me," said Joe
stanchly, “She could steal anything I
had.”
‘It might not change your feelings,
but It should change your intentions.
Do you mean you’d marry—” Kurt had
an incredulous expression on his face.
‘ In a second, if she'd have me. I’d
buy her everything she wanted so she
wouldn’t have to steal."
"But after you were married and
people found out what she was, you’d
be ashamed—”
"Ashamed! I’d put my little thief on
a throne, and whoever dared to try to
take her ofr would get it in the neck.”
The car speeded up again. The man
at the wheel saw the utter futility of
further expostulation.
Ill leave it to time and cow-punch
ing." he thought sagely. "Time and
work are the best healers, especially
for the young. Breaching is of no
avail."
Night, came on. Jo looked up at a
little lone star which was trying to
make its light shine without a properly
darkened background.
“That's a poor little orphan star—
ke her. I'll look for It every night
now. I wish I hadn't blabbed to Kurt,
lie hasn't a nose for orange blossoms."
In the fortnight that followed Jo
worked Indefatigably. but his heart and
his thoughts were back in Chicago ex
cept when now and then his eyes
turned to a fertile little beauty spot
valleyed between the hills. For ehcre he
l ad located an Imaginary cottage—his
cottage and hers. This mirage, of
course, always showed a little slip of
a girl standing in the doorway. To
the surprise and dismay of Ills asso
ciates Jo the spender became Jo the
saver that his dream might come true.
Ho offered on addendum to the reve
lation ho had mad eto Kurt. They niet
often, but in ranch life disc'ouse is not
rrequent, and Jo instinctively felt that
his recital of Dove’s Young Dream had
fallen upon unsympathetic ears, while
the foreman, unversed In the Danguage
of Dove, was mystified by the lad s
silence.
Three weeks later the "man without
a nose for orange blossoms" was again
In town. As acting sheriff of the coun
ty laely, Kurt had dropped in to see
the jailer.
“How's business, Bender? Any new
boarders?" he asked.
a *aI run in for stealing.
Didn t find the goods on her; but she’s
a sly one with the record of being a
lifelong thief. She strayed up here from
Chicago."
“What's her name?” ho asked cas
ually.
"Marta Sills."
"I wonder if it could be Jo's Marta,"
)£? act,nK sheriff thought suddenly.
She may have followed him up here."
Ho walked back to the hotel, trying
to decide whether he should tell Jo If
she should prove to be his girl, her ar
rest up here should show him that his
love hadn’t worked the miracle he ex
pected. Jo had been a little quiet since
his return, but he gave no signs of
pining away, and maybe if nothing re
vived his interest. It might die a nat
ural death. The story Jo had told him
of the little waif had made a deep im
pression upon him, however,
“Poor little brat!" he thought. "What
chance does her kind have? I suppose
I ought to give her one. There is one
person in the world who might reform
her, and 1 d put her In that person’s
charge if it weren’t for wrecking Jo’s
life."
All through the afternoon while
transacting the business that had
brought him to town, his heart and his
head were having a wrestling match,
the former being at the disadvantage
of being underworked.
"I'll go up and take a look at her,”
he suddenly decided. "Maybe I can
tell from Jo’s description whether she
is his Marta or not.”
On his way to the jail he was ac
costed by a big jovial man.
"Don’t know where I can get an ex
tra helper, do you Kurt? Simpson,
my right hand, has gone back to Cana
da to enlist.”
"How providential!" thought Kurt.
“Why. yes; Mr. Westcott,” he re
plied: "We’re well up with our work,
and I could spare Jo Gary for a f*nv
weeks."
"Jo Gary! May heaven bless you!
When can 1 get him?”
“Going out home now?"
“Yes; on my way?”
"Stop at the ranch and take him
along with you. Tell him I said to go.
It’ll be all right with Kingdom”
Westcott renewed his blessings upon
Kurt and drove on.
At the jail Kurt looked in on the lat
est arrival. She was sitting at a table
in Bender's back office, her head bowed
in her hands. There was something
appealing in the drooping of her shoul
ders and in her shabby attire.
"Now Jo is disposed of, she shal
, have her chance, anyway.” he decided
Without speaking to the girl, hi
, sought Bender and they held a brie:
, consultation.
, CHAPTER II.
-Aren’t we going to stop at all. Mr
I Sheriff Man?"
I A soft, plaintive note in the voici
t made Kurl Walters turn the brake o
> an old, rickety automobile and hal1
| In the dust-white road, as he cast a
sharply scrutinizing glance upon the
atom of a girl who sat beside him. She
was a dejected, dusty, little figure,
drooping under the jolt of the jerking
car and the bright rays of bills-land
sunshine. She was young—in years;
young, too. In looks, as Kurt saw when
she raised her eyes which were soft
and almond-shaped; but old, he assum
ed, in much that she should not have
been.
She had found it a long, hard ride
across the plains, and the end of her
endurance had been prefaced by fre
quent sighs, changes of position and
softly muffled exclamations, all seem
ingly unnoted by tlje man beside her,
whose deep-set eyes had remained
fixed on the open space ahead, his slim,
brown hands gripping the wheel, his
lean, sinewy body bending slightly
forwajfl.
Hltftenseness relaxed; a startled, re
morseful look came into his eyes as he
saw two tears coursing down her
cheeks. They were unmistakably real
tears—though, as he was well aware,
they came from physical causes alone.
Still, they penetrated the armor of un
concern with which he had girded him
self.
"What for?" he asked curtly.
"What for!" she echoed, her mouth
quivering into pathetic droops. "For
rest, of course. You may be used to
this kind of locomotion, but I’m not
very well upholstered, and I’m shaken
to bits. Fact is, I’m just all pegged
out, old man. Have a heart, and stop
for repairs. What’s your rush, any
way? I can’t get loose hereabouts,
and I haven’t anywhere to go, any
how. Didn’t mind getting ‘took’ at all'
at all. How many more miles is it
to the end of your trail? This is a
trail, isn’t it?”
"A great many miles," he replied,
"and it was on your account more than
any other that I was hurrying to get to
the—’’
"Jail," she answered supinely, as he
hesitated.
"No," he said grimly. T was going
to take you home—for tonight, any
way."
"Home! Oh, how you startle me! 1
didn’t know there was any of those
home stuff places left except in the
movies. I never was much stuck on
home, so you needn’t be afraid to call
It ‘jail’ for fear of hurting my feelings.”
"You can’t work on my sympathy
that way,” he said coldly.
“Dear me!” she replied with a silly,
little giggle. “I gave up trying to
work the sympathy racket long ago.
Honest, I’ve no longings for home. 1
feel sorry for anyone who’s tied down
to one. Why don’t you kick over the
traces and come off your trail and see
what’s on the other side of your hills?
I’d hate to take root here. Say, Mr.
Sheriff Man, you look a good sort, even
if you have played you were deaf and
dumb for the whole of this awful ride.
Let’s sidetrack the trail and go—home
—by moonlight.”
His eyes remained rigid and relent
less, but there was a slight twitching
of his strongest feature, the wide, mo
bile mouth.
He looked at his watch. •
“We can wait for a few minutes,”
he said in a matter of fact voice.
"Please, may I go out and stretch?”
she asked pleadingly.
Talcing silence for consent, she
climbed out of the car.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked,
as he poured some water from an Im
provised thermos bottle Into a travel
ing cup.
“Thanks for those first kind words,”
she exclaimed, taking the cup from him
and drinking eagerly.
“Why didn't you say you were thirs
ty?” he asked in a resentful tone, with
out looking at her. He had, In fact,
studiously refrained from looking at
her throughout the Journey.
“I'm not used to asking for anything,”
she answered with a chuckle. "I take
what comes my way. ‘Taking’ is your
job, too, isn’t it?”
“To hell with my Job!” he broke out
fiercely. “I’d never have taken It If
1 knew It meant this.”
’’It’s your own fault,” she retorted.
"It wouldn't have been ‘this’ if you
hadn't been so grouchy. Wo could have
had a chummy little gabfest, If you
hadn't been bunging holes in the land
scape with your lumps all the way.”
He made no response but began to
examine the workings of his car.
“Does the county furnish it to .you?”
she asked. "It doesn't seem as ff you’d
pick out anything like this. Was it
‘made in America?' Funny outfit for
a cowboy country, anyway."
"Get in,” he commanded curtly. "We
must be away."
"Oh. please, not yet,” she implored.
"It's so awful hot, and I won't have all
this outdoors for a long time, I suppose.
I see there's a tidy little bit of shade
yonder. Let's go there nnd rest awhile.
I'll he good; honest, I will, and when I
get rested, you can hit a faster gait to
even up. I get tired just the same as
honest folks do. Come, now, won’t
you?"
In a flash she had taken advantage of
this oasis of shade that beckoned en
ticingly to the passer by.
He followed reluctantly.
"This Is Heaven let loose,” she said,
lolling luxuriously against the trunk
of a tree. ’’You're the only nice sheriff
man that eve’r run me in.”
He sat down near her and looked
gloomily ahead.
“Cheer up!" she urged, after a short
silence. "It may not be so bad. Any
one would think you were the prisoner
instead of poor little me.”
“I wish I were," he said shortly.
She looked at him curiously.
“Say, what’s eating you, anyway? If
you hate your job, what did you take it
for?”
"It was forced on me. I'm only sworn
in as acting sheriff for the county until
the sheriff returns."
"How long you been ‘it.’?"
"Two weeks. You're my second—
arrest."
"Who was the first?"
"So Long Sam.”
She sat upright,
“Are you the man who caught So
Lon/ Sam? Every one has been afraid
I to tackle him I'd never have thought it
of you!”
‘ Why?” he asked curiously, not pro^f
1 agiunst the masculine enjoyment jf
hearing himself analyzed in spite of Uls
reluctance to talk to her. "Do I stt'ni
such a weakling I couldn't take cne
man?"
j “No; you look like you’d take a red
i j hot stove if you wanted to; but they
; said—Say; is your maiden name‘Kurt?
; j No! It can’t be."
I
"Why not?"
“Because they called the man who
took So Long Sam, 'Kind Kurt.' You
haven't been over-kind to me till just
lately. Whirling me over sands in that
awful fore-shortened car."
“It must be better,” he said dryly,
"than the kind you’ve been UBed to.”
“You mean the jail jitney. Do you
know, they never yet put me In one.
Always conveyed me other ways.
Weren’t so bad to me either. I guess
maybe your heart Is in the right placet
or you wouldn’t have let me rest and
given me the drink, even If you did wait
till the eleventh hour. Can’t you look
pleasant like you were going to sit for
a picture to give to your best girl in
stead of posing for ‘Just Before the
Battle, Mother?' You look so sorry
you came.”
"I am,” he said angrily. "I guest
Kind Kurt’ is a blankety blank fool,
as some people say. I’ve been a lot
kinder to you than you know. Wher,
I heard of your case and Bender point
ed you out to me and said he’d got
you locked up, I thought you were on*
of the many you^g city girls who go
wrong because they have no chance to
know better. The kind bred In slums,
Ignorant, ill fed—the kind who never*
had a fair show. So I resolved that;
you should have one. Bender wanted
you out of town with the surety that
you would never come back.
“I felt sorry tor you. I offered to
take you off his hands and bring you
out here among the hills, where the
best woman in the world would tjac.h
you to want to be honest. Do you
suppose I'd have done it if I’d known
the kind you are—a bright, smart brat
who Is bad because she wants to be,
and boasts of It? There Is no hope for
your kind.”
It was the longest speech the acting
sheriff had ever made. He had been
scarcely conscious that he was talking,
but was simply voicing what had been
in his thoughts for the last half hour,
“How old Is this ‘best woman in the
| world’?” asked the glri, seemingly un
| concerned in his summing up of her
case. “Is she your sweetheart or your
wife? If she is either one, you’d better
take me’back to Bender, or spill mo
out on the plains here. She won't bei
real glad to try to reform a young,
good looking girl like me. I am good
looking, honest, IX I was slicked up ai
little.”
He looked away, an angry frown on
his lean, strong face. She gazed at him
curiously for a moment, and then laid
a slim, brown hand on his arm.
"Listen here, Kurt,” she said. “You
were right in what you thought about
me never having had a fair show.
Everything, everyone* including my-'
self, seems to have been against me,
I was born with taking ways.’ ]j
couldn’t live them down. Lately things
have been going wrong awfully fast.
I’ve been sick and su> one acted as
if I were human up to a short time
ago. I didn’t know that was why youi
took me from Bender’s jail. Honest,
I’m not so bad as I talk.”
He looked at her skeptically. Her
eyes, now turned from him, were soft,
feminine and without, guile. He
wouldn’t let himself t'e hoodwinked.
"No; there’s no exchse for you,” he;
declared emphatically. “You are edu
cated. You could have earned an hon
est living. You didn’t have to steal.”
"No,” she said slowly and thought
fully. “I didn’t have to.”
"Then why do you? Bender told me
you had a life long record of pilfering.”
“Life long! Kind Kurt, I am young—
only 20.”
“He said you’d been given a chance
over and over again, but that you wert
hopeless. I—think you are.”
”1 think so, too,” she acknowledged
with a little giggle that brought back
his scowl. “You’ve got a white elephant
on your hands. Kurt. What are you
going to do with me?”
“There’s only one thing I can do,
now,” he said glumly. "Carry out a
bad bargain. I’ll see it through.”
“Oh, Mr. Britling!” she murmured
sotto voce.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. Traveling libraries evi
dently don’t hit this trail. What is it
the trail to, anyway? Your house?"
“To Top Hill Tavern.”
“Gee! That sounds good. A tavern.
I hope it’s tiptop as well ns tophill.
How did you come to build a hotel
way off here? Summer boarders? Will
there be dances?”
"Top Hill Tavern,” he said coldly, "is
the name of a ranch—not mine. The
owners live there.”
"And does she, ‘the best woman in
the world,’ live there?”
"We must start now,” he said, rising
abruptly and leading the way to the
car.
“I should think," remarked the girl
casually after his fourth ineffectual ef
fort to start the engine, “that if she
owns a ranch she might buy a better
buzz wagon than this.”
He made no reply, but renewed hia
futile attempts at starting, muttering
words softly the while.
“Don’t be sore, Kurt. I can’t help
It because your old ark won’t budge.
1 didn’t steal anything off it. Wouldn’t
it be fierce if you were marooned on
the trail with a thief who has tt. life
long record!”
1 He came around the. car and stood
beside her. His face was flushed. His
eyes, of the deep set somber kind that
grow larger and come to the sifeface
only when trongly moved, burned with
the light of anger.
"Did anyone ever try whipping you,
I wonder?”
“Sure,” she said cheerfully. "1 was
I brought up on whippings by a- tep
mothcr. But do you feel that way
toward me? You look like a man who
might striko a woman under certain
provocation, perhaps; but not likb one
who would hit a little girl like me. If
you won’t look so cross. I’ll tell you
why your ‘mobile won’t move.”
He made no reply, but turned tt the
brake.
“Say, ‘bb,” she continued tantaliz
ingly, “whilst you are a-lookin', just
cast your lamps Into the gasolind tank'
That man who ‘filed’ it didn't 'put a
widow’s might in.”
Unbelievingly he followed this lead.
“Not a drop, damn it!”
"The last straw with you, isn't it?
I’m not to blame, though. If you think
I stole your gasoline, just search me*
How far are we from your ttiptop tav
ern ?k
;To be Continued Next \VeekJ
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doing Its work. $100.00 for any case of
Catarrh that HALL'S CATARRH
MEDICINE falls to cure.
Druggists 75c. Testimonials free.
F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio.
WILD ANIMALS VISIT BANFF
Doer and Bears So Tame That They
Are Everyday Sights in Cana
dian Village.
Although Banff Is n hustling village
luring the summer, and Is thronged
with tourists, wild deer from the
mountains are to be seen daily on the
streets, and at night stately elk leap
from the roads into the bushes to
escape approaching automobiles. If
it Banff cottager expects to eat his
own “garden truck,” he builds a deer
igroof fence around his patch. The
grounds of Brett hospital are open
from the street, and the other night
half a dosen deer made a raid upon
the flower garden. Banff is the cap
ital of Rocky Mountain park, and
shooting gapie within the park limits
is forbidden by law. The deer, being
unmolested, Wave become very tame,
ind even a bear now and then pays
t friendly visit to the village. Not
long ago q bicyllst, speeding down
one of the side streets at night, hit a
lark object, and turned a somersault
or two before he lilt the macadam.
Sitting up, he looked around and dis
lovered a bear hitting the trail for
some ns fast as four legs could carry
dim. Although tame and somewhat
obtrusive, the deer, elk and benr do
not relish too close an acquaintance
with man, and have proved them
selves to be not only picturesque but
perfectly safe neighbors.—Canadian
News Letter.
What She Wanted to Know.
The Income Tax Man—Is there any
thing you don’t understand, madam?
Mrs. Grnbbitt—Yes. In listing iny
Income am I entitled to deduct the dol
lar a week I allow my husband out of
his salary for carfare and lunches?
The Result.
“Who are generally the winners at
a tea fight?” “There aren’t any. It
Is always a drawn battle.”
DISCOURAGED
Hr. Renter Was Almost Helpless .
From Kidney Trouble, Bat
Doan’s Hade Him Well.
"I was in terrible shape from kidney
trouble,” says D. Reuter, North St.,
West Chicago, III. “I couldn’t stoop
because of the awful pains in my back
and the steady, dull misery almost
drove me frantic. I had
to be helped out of bed
mornings, the pains across
my kidneys were so bad
and nobody knows the
agonv I went through. I I
couldn’t do anything and ^
was almost helpless; it
seemed I would never get
well. At times everything
in front of me grew dark
and I couldn’t sec for sev- „ u
eral minutes. I perspired
profusely and I was thirsty all the
time. The urine passed far too often
and burned like scalding water. The
passages were scanty and I had no con
trol over them.
“For two years I Buffered, trying
medicine after medicine without relief
I was just about discouraged and didn’t
think I would ever be atle to work
again. Hearing about Doan’s Kidney
Pills I used them and four boxes
cured me. My kidneys bcaime normal,
my back got well and strong and ail
the other troubles disappeared.’*
Sworn to before me,
JAS. W. CARR,
Notary Public.
Get Doan’s at Any Store. 60c a Ben
DOAN’S VffiLV
FOSTER-MJLBURN CO.. BUFFALO. N. Y.
MILLIONS
Suffer from
Acid-Stomach -
Millions of people suffer year after year
from aliments affecting practically every
part of the body, never dreaming that their
111 health can be traced directly to acid*
&Chto#r^IrtoV°oj PtW
organs and tissues of the body. The blood ia
Impoverished—becomes weak, thin, sluggish.
Ailments of many kinds spring from such
conditions. Biliousttess, rheumatism, lum
bago, Iclatlca, general weakness, loss of
power and energy, headache. Insomnia/
nervousness, mental deprasaton—evert mors
serious ailments such as oatarrb and canes?
of the stomach. Intestinal ulcers, cirrhosis
of the liver, heart trouble—all of these cart
often be traced directly to acid-stomach.
Keep a sharp lookout for the first symp
toms of acid-stomach—Indigestion, heart
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Take EATONIC Tablets—they taste good—
you eat them like a bit of candy. Your
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box. Get a box from him today and If you
are not satisfied he will refund your money.
FATONIC
fcp (Tor your app-stomacH)
BETTER FITTED FOR WORK
Testimony Shows That Service In the
Army Has Made the Average Man
More Efficient.
Evidence that returned soldiers, par
ticularly those who saw service over
seas, are going back Into civil pursuits
more efficient and better fitted for
their work is furnished by one of the
largest employers of labor In the coun
try, a Arm which has requested that
its name be not disclosed.
Of more than six hundred returned
soldiers who have been employed by
this corporation 43 per cent have
proved more efficieat than they were
before their military experience; 58
per cent nre put down as just about
the came as before in efficiency and
the remaining 5 per cent are rated ns
having less efficiency,
According to the letter giving these
figures: “The analysis Indicates that
the men are more orderly in tht;.ir
routine work, more punctual, and a
few who were rather difficult to ban lie
are now amenable to discipline."
The Evidence.
Fair Overseas Visitor—And, my
dear, they're just the cleanest boys
you ever saw. It must have been the
day they sent their things to the laun
dry, for the major took us nil over lha
barracks, and there wasn’t a sheet or
pillow slip In sight anywhere! And not
even a speck of linen in the mess hall 1
—The Stars and Stripes.
All Depends.
He—I love the smell of powder.
She—So do I. Don't you think via*
let scent Is- the best ?
Blish you II
ays relish
ast or lunch
rmilR or cream
l
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ret not met by
ig No waste |
s Everywhere. f
