j The TWICE AMERICAN
By ELEANOR M. INGRAM
“Oh,” she faltered. “Oh!"
All the way there, Noel had been
planning with desperate anxiety what
he would say to her when she was
found. What words he would choose
to hold her while be made his plea
for pardon and another trial. He
!iad not forgotten his two dismissals.
Now he met her frightened gaze and
was beside her with a movement as
unpremeditated as a drawn breath.
To her he went, catching both her
email fair hands and resting his tired
eyes against their cool softness.
“Rosalind,” he said, “It is the beg
gar again! Princess, be kind to a
(shivering heart”
Anitra slipped to the floor between
them. Her wax eyelids fell shut as
If to close out the ingratitude of these
two human beings brought together
through her agency alone.
"Yes,” said Rosalind, qiilte Inno
cently. “Yes, since you came first
to me. If you had gone first to Con
stance—never, never, never”
By which speech the embittered
Anitra might have judged the prin
cess safe from too arjd perfection.
After a time Rosalind grew serious
once more. She put both hands on
Noel’s breaHt to hold him sufficiently
away from her to permit coherent in
tercourse.
"I knew you, David, before 1 spoke
to you at the hotel window. Are
you quite sure that you understand ?
I never would have gone to that
dance with you, no, never- if I had
not known that you were you Not
oven though I wanted the doll with
ail my heart! You do not think lightly
of me for Ihat. now? You never will?
“Have ! not been punished enougli
by your leaving me. Rosalind, with
out ihat question?”
“Oh, hnl I did not really leave you!
I only moved us all across the hall,
because 1 had to know whether you
truly wanted me myself."
“I want nothing else in all the
world."
“But I must tell you. Your name
was written, David, on the box that
held the turquoise rin'; you gave me
so long ago. Had you forgotten?
Papa knew all about you when we
were children. Perhaps he even
helped me a little to remember you.
it
at first. He always declared that he
had seen the spirit of all the great
lovers of the world in your poor, thin
face and hollow eyes. And then—
Corey wrote to me. Oh, a girl who
knew nothing else of you must have
loved you % >m his letters! After
that why, you are a very distin
guished personage! Papa and I have
read all the things printed about
you. Magnificent things, my Twice
American! We read in ihe news
papers when you arrived in New
York, and 1 saw your picture. And—
and perhaps I wondered if you still
remembered the little girl you had
the outrageous rudeness to kiss.”
"You know lhat my life has been
one memory,” he answered, un
steadied by happiness.
“Very well, sir! Now you may
know that when I presented you to
my father, that first evening, he re
membered you so well that I was
afraid every moment he would betray
me to the superb gentleman who did
not want the dancing girl at all.”
“Will he forgive me, too? My dear,
my dear, will you come with me to
your own house? You and he, for
ever?”
“And Abel? You do not. know
Abel yet—how he was loyal and
good to my father when all the bril
liant friends and flatterers drifted
away. When my father was a very
young man, lie saved Abel from a
terrible massacre; and he never for
go!. Abel shall come with us?”
“If he will so far honor our home,
it is his. By and by Bruce shall
come there to you. also. Rosalind, I
have been so long alone; tell me
again that I am to have you.”
She lifted to his gaze the clear
beauty of her face.
“Did 1 not, tell you that the woman
whom you loved so long and well
must feel your thoughts like a strong
river rushing about her; must have
vague dreams by night which shut
her away from other men by day? Oh,
David. I only told you what I had felt
and known, from the day I gave you
the shoes until now. And all the time
you thought of Constance!”
“Not of Constance,” denied David
Noel, stooping his face to hers, "but
of you my constant princess!”
THE END.
London Concerns Assert They
Get Less Production From
Greater Number of
J Employes.
f - _ ■ ,
By Reciprocal News Service.
London,—Within five days there have
keen three announcements of abandon
ment of business In London because of
an alleged Impossible situation created
by the high cost and Intorferolng tac
tics of labor.
The first to announce a closing down
was the piano manufactory of John
Brtnsmead A Sons. The directors in
(hair statement sadd that the closing Is
tea to decreasing production, as it now
takes X men to make a piano, compar
ed with IS In 1918 and six befroe the war.
They declared that the present cost of
polishing a piano was equal to the total
pre-war labor expense of completing a
piano.
In reply to the directors, a committee
of the employes who number more
than 300, say that a costly and awkward
system was recently instituted at the
piano factory by efficiency experts.
Systems of work originated by men who
Sever had had experience In thq piano
Industry, they said. Interfered with the
Speed and facility of the work. This
goems to be corroborated by a state
ment Issued by various other British
piano makers, Including the British Ae
olian Co., who say that their experience
is totally different from Brlnsmead’s.
The next concern to confess Itself
overcome by the trade union burdens
was Spiers A Pond, who operate a
Jine of railway eating houses and whole
sale and retail grocery shops. They are
closing down their retail shops because
the high wages and short hours of
the clerks make it Impossible for them
to operate without lose. The third con
cern to announce discouragement by
labor was the Junior Army and Navy
Stores, which has transferred part of
Its business to the Haymarket stores.
Labor replies to this charge that the
transfer was organised months ago
when there was no soc-cnlled labor
domination.
Harnessing Alpine Streams.
The Swiss, who arc great engineers.
Will set the torrents of the Alps to turn
bigger wheels for them than those of
picturesque saw mills. The war and the
dearth of coal that It brought on the
Swiss have only quickened a change
that began long ago when the great
electric works In the Rhone valley were
started. Among recent projects Is one
for a set of great reservoirs in the
Basil valley.
The Golden Voice.
From the Los Angeles Times
The Russian soviet government claims
to have $500,000 to gold as well as three
tons of platinum to exchange for the
manufactured wares of America, Eng
land and other producing countries.
When any peoples speak with a golden
voice It is hard for commercial nations
to resist. Even when wealth la a matter
Of loot and plunder It seems a certain
form of power In the hands of him who
Bolds It. The appearance of a Russian
representative with a few tons of yellow
gold Is apt to sidetrack the ideals of
MvaraJ nations.
Makes Them Hysterical.
From the Milwaukee Journal.
A Chicago republican organ declaims
that Mr. Hoover Is popular with women
voters, but declares his weakness will be
with the soldiers. Can anyone guess
why the soldiers should boycott Mr.
Hoover? Wouldn’t you think that a
man whose genius for organization re
sulted In Increased production of food.
In hitherto unheard of saving of food
for the sustenance of our armies and
the armies of our allies would com
mend himself to our soldiers
But the Chicago newspaper say no.
It says that Hoover will be weak with
the soldiers because "he was not In
tho fighting forces and ho was not In
the service of supply which encountered
danger and met hardships." And then
follows more about Hoover's having
i comfortable quarters when the Boldter
had a shell hole and Hoover’s riding
In' a comfortable railway coach when
1 the soldier had to ogo on his feet and
so ad neauseam. Mr. Hoover no doubt
should have Insisted on upsetting the
r&llroads by riding In a box car and
should have slept In the mul. But since
no candidate did these things, this
newspaper’s objectloon must bo not that
Mr. Hoover did not do them, but that
he did help win the war.
] One Is amazed that anybody could
Imagine the American soldier so great
a fool as either to think of such things
or be taken In by them. Of course,
If Hoover can be attacked In this way,
every single civilian concerned In the
winning of the war at home, every
member of congress, every department
head can be so attacked. The soldier
Is hardly such an easy mark for In
sinuation as the politicians are quess
lng. But is the newspaper In questloon
really so afraid of Hoover that It loses
Its balance In an attempt to hurt hlmf
Shopkeeper Talks.
"Merchants everywhere are disposed
to sell out,” said a London shopkeeper,
"and of course the very large shops are
anxious to acquire neighborhood bran
ches. But the merchant, whose success
has been founded on the loyalty and
cheapness of his clerks, no longer has
heart to stay in business. The division
between employers and employes has
been made acute. The employe la s
part of the trade union machine and
the employer Is aligned with other em
ployers. I think it must hve been this
mingling together of employers which
started to break down the competitive
spirit In British trade.
"There Is no longer any fight left In
business. Merchants are no longer bitter
enemies. They are more like members
of a club. Goods are bought at the low
est prices and to the original cost la
scientlflally added the selling expense
plus the usual percentage of profit. It
Is all cold and mathematical.'*
All Fixed for Rain.
From the Louisville Courier-Journal.
"Why don’t you provide something for
a rainy day!”
“Ain’t 1 got everything! Nenskld
tires and chains.”
Modern Circuit Rider*.
Seven Pullman chapel cars, built at an
average cost of (20,000 each, are solving
the transportation problem of the pres
ent day circuit rider of the Northern
Baptist convention. The cars are oper
ated over railroad lines that have
opened up new sections of ths country
where churches, auditoriums and schools
are conspicuous by their absence. In
connection with the chapel cars tho
church also maintains three steam
yachts. &8 prairie schooners and II col
portage automobiles. They carry the
gospel to people who can be reached la
; no other wa^. _
LESS MEAT IF BACK
AND KIDNEYS HURT
Take a Glase of Salt* to Flush
Kidneys If Bladder
Bothers You.
Eating meat regularly eventually
produces kidney trouble in some form
or other, says a well-known authority,
because the uric acid in meat excites
the kldney8, they become overworked:
get sluggish; clog up and cause all
sorts of distress, particularly back
ache and misery In the kidney region:
rheumatic twinges, severe headaches,
acid stomach, . constipation, torpid
Itver, sleeplessness, bladder and uri
nary Irritation.
The moment your back hurts or kid
neys aren’t acting right, or lf*bladder
bothers you, get about four ounces of
Jaci Salts from any good pharmacy;
take a tablespoonful In a glass of
water before breakfast for a few days
and your kidneys will then act fine.
Thjs famous salts is made from the
acid of grapes and lemon juice, com
bined with lithia. and has been used
for generations to flush clogged kid
neys and stimulate them to normal
activity; also to neutralize the acids
In the urine so ft no longer Irritates,
thus ending bladder disorders.
Jad Salts cannot Injure anyone:
makes a delightful effervescent llthta
water drink which millions of men and
women take now and then to keep the
kidneys and urinary organs clean, thus
avoiding serious kidney disease.—Adv.
Beginner’s Luck.
“Stranger," said I’lute Pete, “you've
won quite a little money since we be
gan to teach you this game known as
draw poker.”
“I’ve had wliat might he called be
ginner's luck."
“You sure have. And me and Three
Finger Sam here has decided it’s about
time to change the entertainment to
some kind of a game that you know
and we don’t.”
!: 100% PEP!
If Constipated, Bilious
or Headachy, take
“Cascarets.”
Feel bully! Be efficient! Don't stay
sick, bilious, headachy, constipated.
Remove the liver and bowel poison
which is keeping your head dizzy,
your tongue coated, your breath bad
kind stomach sour. Why not spend a
(few cents for a box of Cascarets and
jin joy the nicest, gentlest laxative-ca
thartic you ever experienced? Cas
ta rets never gripe, sicken or incon
venience one like Salts, Oil, Calomel
]or harsh Pills. They work while you
bleep.—Adv.
High-Priced Language.
“Hey, Bill!"
“What Is It?”
“Your doctor's out here with a flat
tire.”
“Diagnose the ease ns flatulency of
!ho perimeter and charge him accord
ugly,” ordered the garage man.
That's the way he does biz.”—Louis
ville Courier-Journal.
RUB RHEUMATISM OR
SORE, ACHING JOINTS
- •
Rub Pain Right Out With Small
Trial Bottle of Old “St.
Jacobs Oil.”
Rheumatism Is “pain” only. Not
Ione case In fifty requires Internal
reatraent. Stop drugging. Rub sooth
ng. penetrating “St. Jacobs OH” right
nto your sore, stiff, aching Joints and
nuscies, and relief comes instantly.
I‘St. Jacobs Oil" is a harmless rheu
matism cure which never disappoints
and cannot burn the skin.
Limber up! Quit complaining! Get
b small trial bottle of old, honest
f‘St. Jacobs Oil” at any drug store,
and In just a moment you’ll be free
from rheumatic pain, soreness, stlff
fless and swelling. Don’t suffer! Re
lief awaits you. “St. Jacobs OI1” has
cured millions of rheumatism sufferers
in the last half century, and is just as
good for sciatica, neuralgia, lumbago,
backache, sprains.—Adv.
Extreme Economist.
, “Are the locomotives going to ring
bells and blow whistles when their en
gineers’ wages are raised?"
“I don't know," replied Mr. Dustin
Stax, cautiously, “whether we can af
ford to use up all that steam and man
power." ’i
-- >
$100 Reward, $100
Catarrh Is a local disease greatly influ
enced by constitutional conditions. It
therefore requires constitutional treat
ment. HALL’S CATARRH MEDICINB
Is taken internally and acts through the
Blood on the Mucous Surfaces of the Sys*
tem. HALL'S CATARRH MEDICINB
destroys the foundation of the disease,
gives the patient strength by improving
the general health and assists nature in
doing its work. $100.00 for any case of
Catarrh that HALL’S CATARRH
MEDICINE fails to cure.
Druggists 75c. Testimonials free.
F. J. Cheney A Co., Toledo. Ohio.
The Retort Courteous.
He—Don’t you try to make a fool
of me.
. She—Not after your boasts of being
b self-made man and doing the Job
Much better than I could.
Youth doesn’t value Its youth. *~jA
even a million In later years has Its
disappointment.
Says an amateur poultry fancier:
“The only money in chickens Is what
they swallow,”
Ill THE ROSE-GAR-1 IT
DEN HUSBAND
By MARGARET WIDDEMER
The Liberry teacher lifted her eyes
from a half made catalog card, eyed
the relentlessly slow clock and
checked a long wriggle of purest,
frankest weariness. Then she gave a
furtive glance around to see if the
children had noticed she was off
guard; for if they had she knew the
whole crowd might take more liber
ties than they ought to, and have to
be spoken to by the janitor. He
could do a great deal with them, be
cause he understood their attitude to
life, but that wasn't good for Liberry
teacher's record.
It was four o’clock of a stickily wet
Saturday. As long as it Is anything
from Monday to Friday the average
library attendant goes around thank
ing her stars she isn’t a school teach
er; but the last day of the week,
when the rest of the world is having
its relaxing Saturday off and coming
to gloat over you as it acquixes its
Sunday reading best seller, if you
work in a library you begin just at
noon to wish devoutedly that you'd
taken up scrubbing by the day. or
hack driving, or porch climbing or—
anything on earth that gave you a
weekly half holiday!
So the Liberry teacher braced her
self severely and put on her reading
glasses with a view to looking older
and more firm. “Liberry teacher." it
might be well to explain was not her
official title. Her description on
the pay roll ran “Assistant for the
Children's Department, Greenway
Branch, City Public Library.” Grown
up people, when she happened to run
across them, called her Miss Braith
waite. But “Liberry Teacher” was
the onlV name the children ever used,
and she saw scarcely anybody but the
children, six days a week. 51 weeks a
▼ear. As for her real name, that
nobody ever called her by. that was
Phyllis Narcissa.
She was quite wining to nave sucn
a name as that buried out' of sight.
She had a sense of fitness; and such
a name belonged back in an old New
England parsonage garden full of
pink roses and nice green caterpillars
and girl dreams, and the days before
she was 18; not in a smutty city li
brary, attached to a 25-year-old young
woman with reading glasses and fine
discipline and a woolen shirtwaist!
It wasn't that the Liberry Teacher
didn’t like her position. She not
only liked it, but she had a great
deal of admiration for it, because it
had been exceedingly hard to get.
She had held it firmly now for a
whole year. Before that she had
been in the cataloging, where your
eyes hurt and you get a little pain
between your shoulders, but you sit
down and cantalk to other girls;
and before that In the circulation,
where It hurts your feet and you get
Ink on your fingers, but you see lots
of funny things happening. She had
started at IS years old, at $30 a
month. Now she was 25, and she
got all of $5*, so she ought to have
been a very happy Liberry Teacher
Indeed, and generally she was. When
the children wanted to specify her
particularly they described her as
“the pretty one that laughs.” But
at four o’clock of a wet Saturday
afternoon. In a baddy mentllated,
badly lighted room full of damp little
unwashed foreign children, even the
most sunny hearted Liberry Teacher
may be excused for having thoughts
that are a liUle tired and cross and
restless.
She flung herself back In her desk
chair and watched, with brazen in
difference, (llovannl and Liberata
Bruno stickily pawing the colored
Bird Book that was supposed to be
looked at Only under supervision;
she Ignored the fact that three little
Czechs went fighting over the Wall
ing library cat; and the counds of
conflict caased by Jlmsy Hoolan’s
desire to got the last surviving Alger
book away from John Zanowski
moved her hot a white. The Liberry
Teacher had stopped, for five min
utes, being grown up and responsible
and she was wishing—wishing hard
and vengufully. This is always a
risky thing to do, because you never
know when the destinies may over
hear you and take yon at your exact
word. With the detailed and careful
accuracy one acquires In library work
she was wishing for a sum of money,
a garden, and a husband—but prln
B%fore the Police Came.
Fr«n the Boston Transcript.
"Pleat® help a poor feller wot only
got one arm left."
“Whir. I can see your other arm."
“Yes. but that's mo right.”
A Prodigal's Mistake.
Fftm the Boston Transcript.
when I
W"lndeodl 1 suppose the tears flowed
freely when you returned!”
“Yes; X mads the mistake ef return
ing whies father was st homs^” ._
of pally a husband. This is why:
That day as she was returning from
her long deferred twenty minute
dairy lunch, she had charged, um
brella down, almost full into a pretty
lady getting out of a shiny gray li
mousine. Such an unnecessarily
pretty lady, all furs and flufflee and
veils and perfumes and waved hair!
Her cheeks were pink and her ex
pression was placid, and each of her
white gloved hands held tight to a
pretty picture book child who was
wriggling with wihK excitement. One
had yellow frilly hair and one had
brown bobbed hair, and bojh were
quaintly, immaculately, expensively
kissable. They were the kind of
children every girl wishes she could
have a set like, and hugs when she
gets a chanct. Mother and children
were making their way, under an
awning that crossed the street, to the
matinee of a fairy play.
The Libelry Teacher smiled at the
children with more than her accus
tomed good will, and lowered her
umbrella quickly to let them pass.
The mother smiled back, a smile that
changed, as the Liberry Teacher
passed, to puzzled remembrance. The
gay little family went on into the
theater and Phyllis Braithwaite hur
ried on back to her work, trying to
think who the pretty lady could
have been, to have seemed to almost
remember her. Somebody who took
books out of the library, doubtless.
Still the pretty lady's face did not
seem to fit that conjecture, though it
still worried her by its vague famili
arity. Finally the solution came, just
as Phyllis was pulling off her rain
coat in the dark little cloakroom. She
nearly dropped the coat.
Eva Atkinson! she said.
Eva Atkinson! * * * IE it had
been anybody else but Eva!
You see, back in long ago. in the
little leisurely windblown New Eng
land town where Phyllis Braithwaito
had lived till she was almost IS.
there had been a principal grocer.
And Eva Atkinson had been his
daughter, not so very pretty, and not
so very pleasant, not so very clever,
and about 6 years older than Phyllis.
Phyllis, as she tried vainly to make
her damp, straight hair go back the
way it should, remembered hearing
that Eva had married and come to
this city to live. She had never
heard where. And this had been Eva
—Eva, by the grace of gold, radiantly
complexioned, wonderfully groomed,
beautifully gowned, and looking 24,
perhaps, at most: with a car and a
placid expression and heaps of money
and pretty, clean children! The Li
berry Teacher, severely work garbed
and weather draggled, jerked herself
away from the small greenish cloak
room mirror that was unkind to you
at your best
She dashed down to the basement
hurried by her usual panic stricken
twenty minutes late feeling. She had
only taken one glance at herself In
the wlggly mlrrow, but that one had
been enough for her peace of mind,
supposing her to have had any left
befora. She felt as if Bbe wanted
to break all the mirrors In the world,
like the wicked queen In the French
fairy tale.
Most people rather liked the face
Phyllis saw tn the mirror; hut to
her own eyes, fresh from the dazzling
vision of that Eva Atkinson who had
been dowdy and stupid In the far
back time when 17-year-old Phyllis
was "growln' np as pretty as a pic
ture," the tired, 25-year-old, worka
day face In the green glass was
dreadful. What made her feel worst
—and she entertained the thought
with a whimsical consciousness of its
impertinent vanity—was that she’d
had so much more raw material than
Eva! And the world had given Eva
a chance because her father was rich.
And she, Phyllis, was condemned to
be tidy and accurate, and no more,
Just because she had to earn her
Ivlng. ’That face In the greenish
glass, looking tlredly back at her!
She gave a little out loud cry of vex
ation now as she thought of it, two
hours later.
"I must have looked to Eva like
a battered bisque doll—no wonder
she couldn’t place me!” she muttered
crossly.
(To be Continued Next Week.)
Upside Down.
From the Atlanta Journal.
Indulgent Mother—You must be aw
fully careful, dear; the doctor says your
system is all upset.
Little Vivian—I guess It is. mamma,
cause my foot's asleep, and people must
be terribly upset when they go to
sleep at the wrong end.
The New Order.
From the Current Opinion.
Some wag has said that in this year of
grace and prohibition the old line Wine,
Women and Song should read Ginger
Ale Wivea and Community Singing.
Mother and Daughters
ALL TESTIFY TO RELIEF
Mankato, Minn. —- “I have three
daughters who are all strong and
h y today,
m sure, to
e of Dr.
Favorite
j r 1 p t loa.
they were
teens they
t very del
I always
1 e m this
medicine and it never fatted to give
relief.
“I have had, In years past, three op
erations for wens, my blood was In
bad condition. I also would suffer with
nains all through ray flesh at different
times. Could not seem to get anything
to help this condition until I began
using Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Dis
covery and the ‘Pleasant Pellets’ and
they gave me wonderful relief. I
know of no better medicines than Dr.
Pierce’s.”—Mrs. Mary Goodrich. 218
W. Rock St.
AFTER MOTHERHOOD
Des Moiucs, Iowa.—"I was ailing
and dragged out. It was after mother
hood and I did not get my strength
back. My husband got Dr. Pierce’s
Favorite Prescription at the drug store
and I used two bottles. It brought
back my strength and helped me over
come my troubles. I have been well
ever since.”—Mrs. Ambrose Stein, 922
W. 3rd St.
A Dusty Worm.
“Why don’t you marry him?”
“He has such freakish ideas. Says
! he's a worm of the dust.”
"Hut as long as lie is a worm with
the dust, wlmt do you care?"—Boston
Transcript.
Important to Mothers
Kvainine carefully every bottle of
f'ASTORlA. that famous old remedy
for infants and children, and see (hat It
Bears the
Signature of
In Use for Over 30 Yenrs.
Children Cry for Fletchers Castoria
Swabbing Varnst
Slob—You have to keep things neat
on sldplmnrd?"
Go!;—Bi tch;; ! Smibbulously clean.
—Cartoons Magazine.
“O Happy Day” sang the laundress
ns she hung the snowy wash on the
line. It was a “linppy day" because
she used Red Cross Ball Blue.
Count your blessings every morning.
It should make you an optimist till
noon, anyway.
I.ots of people come to grief by
meeting trouble half way.
One ton of water may be colored by
a single grain of Indige.
Sure
Relief
SSLH§>
_OP) 6 Beix-ans
Hot water
Sure Relief
re ll-ans
■r FOR INDIGESTION
BELCHING
Caused by
Acid-Stomach
Let EATONIC, the wonderful modern
stomach remedy, give you quick relief
from disgusting belcblqg, food-repeating.
Indigestion, bloated, gassy stomach, dyspep
sia, heartburn and othe? stomach miseries.
They are all caused by 4cld~Ston)ach from
which about nine people out of ten suffer
In one way or another. One writes as fol
lows: “Before I used EATONIC, I could not
eat a bite without bolchlig it right up, sour
and bitter. 1 have not bad a bit of trouble
since tho first tablet."
Millions are vlotlms of Aeld-Stomncli
without knowing It. Tbay are weak and
ailing, have poor digestlcn, bodies improp
erly nourished although they may eat heart
ily. Grave disorders are likely to follow if
an aotd-stomach 1« neglected. Cirrhosis of
the liver. Intestinal congestion, gastritis,
catarrh of the stomach--'these are only a
few of the many allmenta often caused by
Acid-Stomach.
A sufferer from Catan% of the Stomach
Of 11 years’ standing wrlt*4g: "I had catarrh
of the stomach for H long years and I never
found anything to do any good—just
temporary relief—until I Med EATONIC. It
Is a Wonderful remedy an* I do not want to
be without It."
If you are not feeliqg quite right-*—lack
energy and enthusiasm jxijA don’t know just
where to locate the trauge—try EATONIC
and see how much bette* you will feel In
every way.
At all drug stores—a bS* box for 50c and
your money back If you ays not satisfied.
F ATONIC
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We Have FARMS
of All Sizes
In MINNESOTA, WISCONSIN, DAKOTA. '
Customers for all prices.
CONSULT US before buvlng or selling.
LARSON LAND AGENCY
X4SO Tempi. Court • MINNEAPOLIS
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