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SYNOPSIS
Philo Vance, expert In solving
crime mysteries, investigates the
supposed suicide of Archer Coe. Dis
trict Attorney Markham and Vance
go to Coe's house. They find Wrede.
a friend of Coe’s, there: also Signor
Grassi, a guest. The door of the
death chamber is bolted from the
inside. They force it. Coe is clothed
in a dressing gown, but wears street
shoes. Vance says it is murder. The
medical examiner finds evidences of
a crime. He says Coe had been dead
for hours when a bullet entered his
head. It is proved that Coe was fully
dressed when he was stabbed They
find a wounded Scotch terrier. Vance
takes the dog to a veterinarian, de
claring the animal should prove an
important connecting link. Gamble
says Brisbane Coe, Archer's brother,
left for Chicago the previous after
noon, but his dead body Is discov
ered in a coat closet in the Coe home.
Vance interrogates the Chinese cook,
Liang, and afterwards finds a bit of
porcelain from a Chinese vase, with
blood on it.
CHAPTER V—Continued
—8—
"By the fact that Gamble heard
him come in at midnight. I imagine
he always comes in silently—it’s a
Chinese characteristic. On general
principles, the Chinese never want
their movements, however innocent,
to be known to foreigners. But last
night Liang was heard returning—
and Gamble had already retired to
the fourth floor. A bit significant—
eh, what? Liang probably saw Gam
ble’s boudoir light ablaze and let it
be known, in a subtle way, that he
was arriving from ills afternoon and
evening off.”
"1 see what you mean," Markham
nodded dubiously. "But, after all,
your reasoning is purely specula
tive.”
“Oh, quite,’’ Vance admitted. "But
the entire case is in a speculative
stage just now, what? . . . Any
way, I have even more (Infinite evi
dence that Liang was here early
last night and I’ll present him with
it later . . . What do you say to
our having polite intercourse with
Wrede and the Signor Grassi?”
Markham waved his hand in as
sent.
“And we’d better go upstairs,”
Vance suggested. "Brisbane Is not
a pretty sight.”
Heath gave orders to Burke to
remain at the library door and see
that no one entered the room. Gam
ble was told to stay In the front
hall and answer the doorbell.
"Which one of the babies do you
want first?” the Sergeant asked.
“The Italian, by all means,"
said Vance. "He’s frightfully up
set, and therefore in nn admirable
state of mind for questioning. We’ll
keep Wrede till later—he’s teeming
with possibilities.”
Grassi and the sergeant joined
us a few seconds later.
“Mr. Grassi," Vance began with
out preliminaries, “we should like
t® know exactly what your social
and professional status is in this
house. We understand you have
been a house guest of Mr. Coe’s for
a week.”
The Italian had himself well In
hand. He sat down in leisurely fash
ion.
"Yes—that is right,” he returned,
looking at Vance with calm dis
dain. “I came here at Mr, Coe’s
Invitation a week ago yesterday.
It was to have been a fortnight’s
visit.”
"Had you any business with Mr.
Coe?”
“Oh, yes. 1 am connected in an
official capacity, with a museum
of antiquities in Milan," he ex
plained ; "and I had hoped to be
able to purchase from Mr. Coe cer
tain specimens of Chinese ceramic
art from his remarkable collection.”
"His Ting vao vase, for exam
ple?"
Grassi’s dark eyes became sud
denly brilliant with astonishment;
but almost at once a wary look
came into them and he smilpd with
cold politeness.
“1 must admit 1 was interested
in the vase," he said. "It is a mag
nificent specimen, of the amphora
shape. . . . Have you examined
It?”
"No.” Vance told him “I'venever
seen It . . but I think I've had
a fragment of It In my mind."
I Grass! stared.
"A fragment!"
"Yes; a small triangular piece,'
Vance nodded. Then he added: "I
have grave fears. Mr. Grant, that
the Ting van vase has been broken."
The Italian stiffened and his eyes
clouded with suspicious anger.
"It's Impossible! I was Inspect
lug the vase only yesterday after
noon. It was on the circular table
In the library."
"There's only a Tao Kuaug vase
there now.” Vance Informed him.
"And where, may I be permitted
to ask. did you find Ihla fragment
•f Ting yao?"
“On the same table," Vance re
plied carelessly. “Beneath the Tao
Kuang."
"Indeed?" There was a sneer In
the Inflection of the word.
Vance appeared to ignore It. He
came closer to the Italian.
“I understand from Gamble that
you left the house at about four
o’clock yesterday afternoon."
“That is correct. I had a busi
ness appointment for dinner and
the evening.'
"With whom?"
“Is that information necessary?”
“Oh, very." Vance met the other's
smile with one equally arctic.
"Very well, then. . . . With one
of the curators of the Metropolitan
Museum of Art.”
“And,” continued Vance, without
change of tone, “at what time last
night did you meet Miss Lake?"
The Italian rose Indignantly, his
somber eyes flashing.
"1 resent that question, sir! Even
If I had met Miss Lake, I would not
tell you."
"lleally, Mr. Grassi," Vance
smiled, "I would not have expected
you to. Your conduct Is quite cor
rect. I take It for granted
you were aware that Miss Lake Is
enguged to Mr. Wrede."
Grassi calmed down quickly and
resumed his seat.
"Yes; I knew there was some
understanding. Mr. Archer Coe In
formed me of the fact. But he also
stated—”
“Yes, yes. He also stated that
he was opposed to the alliance. He
enjoyed Mr. Wrede intellectually,
but did not regard him favorably
as a husband for his ward. . . .
What Is your opinion of the situa
tion, Mr. Grassi?"
The Italian seemed surprised at
Vance's question.
“You must forgive me, sir," he
said, after a pause, “if I plead my
inability to express an opinion on
the subject. I may say, however,
that Mr. Brisbane Coe disagreed
with his brother. He was very
much In favor of me marrlnge, and
stated his views most emphatically
to Mr. Archer Coe."
“And now * both of them are
dead.” Vance remarked.
Grassl’s eyelids drooped, and he
turned his head slightly.
"Both," he repeated In a low
voice.
"Mr. Brisbane was stabbed In the
back shortly after Mr. Archer was
killed,” Vance Informed him.
"Most unfortunate," the Italian
murmured.
“Have you," asked Vance, “any
suggestion as to who might desire
to have these two gentlemen out of
the way?”
Grass! suddenly became austere
and aloof.
“1 have no suggestion," he re
plied In a flat, diplomatic voice.
"Mr. Archer Coe was the type of
man who might inspire enmities;
but Mr. Brisbane Coe was quite the
opposite—genial, shrewd, kindly—”
“An excellent characterization,"
Vance complimented him. “And
what are your impressions of Mr.
Wrede? ... I assure you any
opinion you express will go no fur
ther."
Grass! appeared 111 at ease. He
did not answer at once, but con
templated the wall before him for
some time. Finally he spoke in the
slow, precise manner of a man
carefully choosing his words.
“I have not been particularly Im
pressed by Mr. Wrede. On the sur
face he is most charming, but l have
a feeling he Is inclined toward su
perficiality. He Is capable, I should
say, of unexpected things. I have a
feeling he would stop at nothing
to gain his own ends.”
"Thank you !” Vance spoke with
unwonted harshness. ** I perfectly
understand your feelings.” He
looked down at Grassl contemptu
ously. "And now. sir. we should
like to know exactly what you did
yesterdny between four o'clock in
the afternoon and one o’clock In the
morning." His tone was almost
menacing.
The Italian made a valiant effort
to meet Vunee's stern gaze.
"I have said all I Intend to say."
he announced.
Vance faced the man threat
eningly.
"In that case." he said. ”1 shall
hn\e to order your arrest on sus
pirlon of hnvlng murdered Archer
and Brisbane
A look of abject fear came over
Grussi’s pallid face.
"No—you can't—do that," he
stammered, "I didn't do It—| ns
sure yott I didn't do It!" Ills voire
rose. "I'll tell you anything you
want to know. I went to Doctor
Montrose's for teu. AA'e discussed
ceramics; and I stayed to dinner
At eight o'clock I excused myself
and went to the railway station to
take the train for Mount Vernon—
to the Crestvtew Country elnb. . . .**
"Your appointment with Miss
Lake was at what time?”
"Nine o’clock.” The man looked
appealingly at Vance. “There was
to be a dance . . . but I took the
wrong trnln—I’m not familiar—"
“Quite—quite.” Vance spoke en
couragingly. "And what time was
It when you arrived at the club?”
“It was after eleven." Grassl fell
back Into the chair ns If exhausted.
“I had to make several transporta
tion changes," he continued In a
forced tone. “It was most unfortu
nate. . .
"Yes, very." Vance studied the
other Icily. “Did the lady forgive
your tardiness?"
"Yes! Miss Lake accepted my ex
planation," the man returned, with
a show of heat. “The fact is, she
did not arrive until several minutes
after I did. she had motored to the
Arrowhead Inn with friends for din
ner, and had an accident of some
kind on her return to the club."
"Very dlstressln’," murmured
Vance. “Were her friends with her
at the time of the accident?"
“I do not believe they were."
Grassl answered. "Miss Lake told
me she had motored back alone.”
At this point Detective Burke
stepped into the room.
“That t'hlnk downstairs wants to
speak to Mr. Vance,” he said. "He’s
all hot and bothered."
Vance nodded to Heath.
"Send him up, Burke,” the ser
geant ordered.
Liang appeared at the door and
waited till Vance came to him.
He said something in a low voice
which the rest of the room could
not distinguish, and held out a
crudely twisted paper parcel.
"Thank you, Mr. Liang." said
Vance; and the Chinaman, with a
low bow, returned downstairs.
Vance took the parcel to the desk
and began opening it.
“The cook," he said, speaking di
rectly to the Italian, “has Just
found this package tucked away in
the garbage pail on the rear porch.
It may interest you, Mr. Grass!."
As he spoke he smoothed out the
corners of the paper; and there
were revealed to all of us many
fragments of beautiful, delicate
porcelain with a pure white luster.
“Here," he went on, still address
ing the Italian, “are the remains
of Mr. Coe's Ting yao vase. . . .
And. if you will notice, several of
these pieces of fragile Sung porce
lain are stained with blood."
There was a long silence. Finally
Grass! looked up.
"it’s an outrage!" he exclaimed.
"1 don’t understand it In the
least. . . . And the blood! Do you
think, sir, that this vase had any
thing to do with the death of Mr.
Coe?"
“Without doubt." Vance was
watching the Italian with a puz
•*At What Time Last Night Did You
Meet Miss Lake?”
zled look. “But pray sit down
again, Mr. Grassl. There are one
or two more questions I should like
to ask you.”
The other resumed his seat reluc
tantly.
"If you were with Miss Lake at the
Country club late last night,” Vance
proceeded, “how did It happen that
you and she returned to the house
at different hours? 1 presume, of
course, that you accompanied her
back to the city.”
Grassl appeared embarrassed.
"It was Miss Lake’s suggestion.”
he said, “that we should not be
heard entering the house at the
same time. So l waited in Central
park for a quarter of an hour after
she had gone.”
Vance nodded.
"I thought as.much. It was the
proximity of your two returns that
made me conclude that possibly
you had been together last night.
But what reason did Miss Lake give
for the deception?”
"No particular reason. Miss Ijtke
merely said she thought It would
be better If Mr. Brisbane Coe did
not hear ns coming In together.”
"She specifically mentioned Mr
Brisbane Coe?”
“Yes.”
“Anil she did not mention Mr
Archer Coe?”
“Not that I remember ”
“That Is quite understandable.”
Vance remarked. “Uncle Brisbane
was her ally In her engagement to
Mr, Wrede; and she may have
feared that be would not have ai>
proved of her being out so late
with amdher man. Ity the by, Mr
Grassl, when you came In Inst night
—or rather, this morning—where
di« you hang your hat and coatT*’
A cautious look came Into the
Italian’s eyes.
"I did not wear any outer coat.
But I carried my hat and stick to
my own room.”
“Why? There is a closet in the
lower hall."
Urassi moved uneasily, and I
could have sworn the pallor of his
face increased.
“I did not care to make a noise
opening and shutting the closet
door," he explained.
Vance made no comment.
“That will be all for the present,"
he snid pleasantly. “And thank
you for your help. . . Would you
mind waiting In your room? We
shall probably want to question
you again before the afternoon is
over."
The man bowed and went down
the passageway of the hall toward
the front of the house.
Markham was immediately on his
feet.
“What about that broken vase?”
he demanded, pointing to the par
cel of porcelain fragments on the
desk. “Was that the thing with
which Archer Coe was struck on
the head?”
“Oh, no. Tliis delicate Ting yao
china would crack under the least
pressure. If a man were struck with
such a vase he would hardly feel
it. The vase simply would break
Into pieces.”
"But the blood. . . .’’
“There was no blood on Archer's
head.’’ Vance selected one of the
fragments nnd held it up. “More
over. please note that the blood
Is not on the outer glaze, but on
the inside of the vase. The same
is true of tiie little piece I found
on the table downstairs. But i
caii’t possibly connect tills broken
vase with Brisbane's death or with
the Scott le."
•'And how do you connect it with
Archer’s death?"
Vance became evasive.
"Suppose we talk to Wrede,” he
suggested. "We may know more
when he has unburdened his heart
to us.”
Markham gave an order to Heath,
but at that moment Burke an
nounced the arrival of the wagon
from the department of public wel
fare; The sergeant went into the
hall and was half-way down the
stairs when Vance hastened after
him.
".lust a moment. Sergeant! I could
bear to snoop in the pockets of Bris
bane's suit before it’s taken away.
. . . Would you mind?"
"Certainly not, Mr. Vance. Come
along."
We all went to the library. The
sergeant closed the door.
"I had the same Idea," he said.
“I’ve been figuring right along tliat
maybe that slick butler was lying
to us about the ticket to Chicago."
It took but a short time to
empty the pockets of Brisbane Coe’s
suit to the library table. But there
was nothing of interest among the
contents, only the usual Items to
be found in a man’s pockets—a wal
let, handkerchiefs, keys, a fountain
pen, a watch, and the like. There
were, however, the ticket and berth
reservations to Chicago, and also
the parcel room check for the suit
case.
Heath was crestfallen, and ex
pressei hi . i ' In violent tei: *s.
•The tick here al1 right,” tie
added; "so 5 guess he intended to
go, af: ;r all."
Vance, too, was dl* ^pointed.
“Oh, yes, Sergeant, he intended to
go. But it was not the ticket that
was worrying me. I was hoping to
find something else.”
"What?” asked Markham.
Vance gave him a vague look.
"Really, don’t y’ know, I haven't
the slightest Idea." He would say
no more.
Heath summoned the two men
waiting in the hall with their bas
ket, and the body of Brisbane Coe
was taken away to join that of his
brother at the mortuary.
As the men went out to the car,
Snitkin came in with the dead man's
suitcase. The contents consisted
merely of the Items which would
ordinarily be taken by a man mak
ing a short trip.
Vance nodded to Heath, and the
sergeant ordered Gamble to put the
bag away.
“And you, Snitkln," he added,
"wait upstairs."
Both men disappeared, and the
sergeant went to the drawing room
doors and pulled them apart.
"Mr. Wrede," he called. “You're
wanted."
Wrede came Into the library with
a haggard, questioning look In his
eyes.
“Have you learned anything, Mr.
Markham?” ‘ His voice seemed to
quaver slightly, and as he spoke, his
eyes roved over the room. “Where’s
Mr. GrHSsI?’'
“Mr. Grassi’s upstairs." Mark
ham motioned to a chair. “And I’in
sorry to say that thus far we have
learned very little. . . We are
hoping that you may be aide to
help us out of our quandary."
“Good Lord! I wish I could."
Wrede was like a man on the verge
of collapse. "It's horrible!"
Vance had heen watching him
from under half-dosed eyelids,
“It's more horrible than you |ter
haps realize." he said. "Hrlslmne
Coo has also been murdered."
Wrede sank heavily Into the near
est chair,
"Brisbane?" Ills voice seemed to
come from afar. “But why—why
S”
"Why, Indeed?" Vance spoke
harshly. “Never!heleas, he's dead,
too, was stubbed In the hack with a
curiously shaped instrument."
(To IIK OUNTINUKD i
True Detective
Storv by Vanc# WynB
7 C Public Lfdsor
“So Perish All Traitors”
THE two young men who regis
tered st the Southern hotel, In
St. Louis, many years ago, were
well dressed and looked prosperous
Also they seemed to be devoted
friends.
Charles A. Preller and Wnlter L.
Maxwell were the names they In
scribed on the book, and It later
developed that they were English
men, having come from Liverpool
to Boston and thence to St. i/ouls.
At all events they were Insepa
rable companions, and their mutual
devctlon attracted the attention of
the other guests of the house.
Maxwell left the hotel first, sa.v
lug that his friend Intended stay
Ing a few days longer.
Also he suggested that he had
Borne work to do In his room and
did not want to be disturbed.
That was all very well, but when
Preller failed to make his appear
ance after two days the manage
ment of the house thought It was
time to Investigate.
There was no response to the
knock on his room door nnd It had
to be forced.
There was a trunk in the corner
of tlie apartment.
It was opened and In it was
found the dead body of Charles A.
I’reller.
His mustache had been removed,
probably to change Ills appearance,
and on his clothing was pinned a
sheet of paper on which was writ
ten :
“So perish all traitors to the
great cause.”
The first and most natural move
on the part of the detectives was
to try and find the former compun
Ion of the dead man.
There was no special reason for
suspecting that be had killed the
friend to whom he seemed so de
voted, but there was every reason
for supposing that he might throw
some light on the tragedy.
Did the two men belong to some
secret society?
Were they being pursued by
avengers?
It was not easy to get on the
track of Maxwell, but It was
eventually learned that be hnd gone
to San Francisco.
The chief of police of that city
worked In unison with the chief of
police of St. Louis.
In a few days be was able to re
port that a man who looked very
much like the description of Max
well hnd been seen in the smoking
room of the Palace hotel.
Inquiry showed that this man
had registered as T. C. D’Auger, of
Paris.
He talked with a French accent,
although one day, in answering a
question suddenly asked by another
guest, he spoke perfect English.
Just when the police were plan
ning to place him under arrest he
left San Francisco for New Zea
land.
He was captured there, but re
sisted ex,..'.dltion.
seemed to have plenty of mon
ey and legal advice, but eventually
the papers were signed by Presi
dent Cleveland and the suspect
was brought back to St. Louis.
But up to the time there was no
convincing legal proof that he had
killed Preller.
He denied the charge vehement
ly and defied the authorities.
But the police got to work and
In the course of time they proved a
number of things.
First it was shown that the hand
writing on the note which was
pinned to the clothing of the eorpse
in the trunk was that of Maxwell.
ft corresponded exuctly with the
signature he lrad plnced on the ho
tel register.
That demolished the theory that
Preller had been the victim pf the
vengeance of some secret society.
It was simply an Ingenious idea of
Maxwell to send the police Cii a
false scent.
Secondly, they proved that Hut
well had gone to a barber (hop
after leaving the Southern D»tel
and had his beard taken oft and
that after It had been dov/ he
turned to the barber and said *
“Do you think any one wquI* rec
ognflle me now?”
Thirdly, they proved that h* bad
purchased the trunk In which (be
body was found.
They produced the porter who
had carried It to his roe.w, *nd
they had evidence that he displayed
a big roll of hundred-dollar tills
shortly after leaving the hotel
'Mils furnished the motive f<e the
crime—the cold-blooded. ealculU*ed
robbery of the man who had been
hU generous friend.
Art the trial he was confronted
by ihe druggi.it from whom hs had
purchased the chloroform whk-0 he
had used to overcome I’rellei be
fore murdering him.
There were no mitigating clrrMtr.
I stances whatever, and the Jury mi
| dered a verdict of murder to tbs
first degree
WtiU Set vie •.
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ing the marks of raludrups that fell
millions of year* ago, la among (he
Requisitions of a museum at Tale
It hears evidence of s passing
■bower.
Dumb Belle
By ALICE D. KELLY
<£, McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service.
E'It NEST LEIGHTON singled Her
j out after his popular lecture on
psychology before the Womens
Clubs of Denby because she was sc
absolutely lovely, and because she
apparently hadn't assimilated a
single word that he’d said.
He’d had enough and to spare of
Intellectual women.
Because he was comparatively
young and very bronzed and big
and comely they pursued him
chastely, with cooltigs born of much
book learning.
He'd come to Denby, and his new
position in the university well on
the defensive. One glance at the
girls in his advanced classes and
he knew he’d better stick to books.
That’s why he fell so hard for Jen
nle-Lou Truesdale that very tlrst mo
ment he saw her. She couldn’t
have been prettier and she couldn’t
have looked more gaily un
ashamedly dumb. He got himself In
troduced directly after the lecture
and looked raptly down at her live
feet one Inch of curves, satiny skin,
ultra clothes and general sweetness
and said:
"What were you doing at my lec
ture ?”
She (lltnpled at him and an
swered with a during little gurgle
of laughter: “Oh, I had to come.
My nunt's on the committee. Aren’t
you tired of saying all those long
words?" He could have kissed her
with the greatest of euse.
When she suggested with a pro
vocative sweep of black, curly
lasnes against an apple blossom
cheek. I know a place where you
can dance and get tea with awfully
good rum In It." He said “Let's
go," without even thinking of the
reception committee whom he was
mortally insulting.
He kissed her going home in the
car, and she said, "Oh, you
snouldn’t, should you?" And he said
masterfully, "I should, and I Intend
to go on doing so.”
After that he spent every waking
instant with her for days. She
thought he was wonderful and told
him so. frequently. The simple
things had to he explained to her
in words of one syllable. “No, dear
precious, It’s no use blowing up the
tire, it has a greut big cut In It.
You remember you drove over all
that glass?’ “Yes, dear, 1 do have
to study, No. 1 don’t know afl the
psychology there Is . . .’’ etc., etc.
They were engaged two weeks
after they met and events pro
gressed smoothly townrd a speedy
and elaborate wedding.
Then the blow fell. It was a re
ception. A plain woman came up
to the happy pair. She beamed up
at Ernest.
"You’re getting a renl little treas
ure," she told him. "1 had Jenny
Lou In all my courses in the univer
sity, and she passed with honors.
She may not know much about your
subject, but she’s at the top in her
own."
It was shattering! All Jennle
ixiu’s adorable dumbness had been
a line, then! Ernest couldn’t take
It. The thing he loved was dead.
He took advantage of a conven
tion In the Middle West and went
away. He couldn’t bear even to
write to Jennie-Lon. For the first
few days a sense of escnpe from a
lifetime of companionship and men
tal equality sustained him. Iiut
after that he realized that he want
ed Jennie-Lou. He wanted to hear
her gurgling little laugh and her
delightfully, Idiotic questions and
wipe away her facile tears. He
decided to sacrltice everything for
love.
She greeted him ecstatically.
"Bad boy, not to write,” she chided
him gently. "1 should scold you
for that. Darling, we’ve had thirty
six new wedding presents. And my
wedding dress Is done," she gur
gled infectiously.
*******
It wus on the boat that Ernest
summoned up his courage. lie had
loved Jennle-Lou enough to give up
the dream of a lifetime and marry
her complete with honors. He had
given up years of comfortable eve
nings of dancing and lovemaking
and foruging In the Ice box for the
horrors of discussing each other's
work.
He held Jennle-Lou close, as he
asked tensely, "Sweetheart, what
was your subject in school?”
"School?” she asked vaguely.
"School? Oh, yes I Oh, I never
stayed in college, deur. 1 think it
would have been too awfully bor
ing, don’t you?" she gurgled. "I al
ways forget you Keep on and on go
tug to college." She laid a bright
head against Ids shoulder. "I took
domestic science." she told him. “Of
course not the chemistry part and
all that silly stuff about what foods
ure which. Everybody eats the
same things anyhow, and It was so
dull. Hut i learned to make the
loveliest layer cake and lobster
Newhurg and everything. 1 got a
lu) |»er cent In cooking. But what
1 got my honorable mention for was
a chocolate souffle with vanilla
sauce that I made up all my own
! self!”
Ernest drew a slow breath of en
| tire relief. He smiled. He kissed
\ her passionately.
"Hearest," he begged her fatu
ously. (And lie loathed sweets,)
"Make me one (he very first minute
we're In our own Utile home, won't
you?"
ELIZA’S GIFT
Eliza Tibbetts is the person wh»
first Introduced oranges into the
United States from Brazil. She lived
In California and planted a few pips
that had been sent her by a friend
In Brazil. From this small begin
ning sprang the United States or
ange Industry. A monument has
been erected on the spot where the
pips were first planted, but, Eliza
Tibbetts1 grnve cannot be found, and
the whole of the United States Is at
present being combed by enthusias
tic orange growers who wish to
commemorate the lady.—Montreal
Herald.
Week’s Supply of Postum Free
Read the ofTer mnde by the Fostum
Company In another part of this pa
per. They will send a full w’eek's sup
ply of health giving Postum free to
anyone who writes for It.—Adv.
Science Supreme?
The head and front of modern civ
ilization Is science.
Why Children Need
a Liquid Laxative
The temporary relief children get
from unwise dosing with harsh
cathartics may cause bowel strain,
and even set-up irritation in the
kidneys. A properly prepared liquid
laxative brings a more natural move
ment. There is no discomfort at the
time and no weakness after. You
don’t have to give the child “a double
dose” a day or two later.
Can constipation be safely relieved
in children? “YesI” say medical men.
‘‘Yesl” say many mothers who have
followed this sensible medical advice:
1. Select a good liquid laxative. 2.
Give the dose you find suited to the
system. 3. Gradually reduce the dose,
if repeated, until the bowels are mov
ing naturally without aid.
An approved liquid laxative (one
that is widely used for children) is
Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup Pepsin. The
mild laxative action of this excellent
preparation is the best form of help
for children — and grown-ups, too.
The dose can be regulated for any
age or need.
Your druggist sells Dr. Caldwell’s
Syrup Pepsin.
If They Are Evil
Thinking Is a habit; at certain
times a bad one.
FEEL TIRED, ACHY
“ALL WORN OUT?”
Get Rid of Poisons That
Make You 111
IS a constant backache keeping
you miserable? Do you suffer
burning, scanty or too frequent
urination; attacks of dizziness,
rheumatic pains, swollen feet and
ankles? Do you feel tired, nervous
—all unstrung?
Then give some thought to your
kidneys. Be sure they function
properly, for functional kidney dis
order permits poisons to stay In
the blood and upset the whole sys
tem.
Use Doan's Pills. Doan's are for
the kidneys only. They help the
kidneys cleanse the blood of health
destroying poisonous waste. Doan's
Pills are used and recommended
the world over. Get them from any
druggist.
DOAN’S PILLS
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Skin irritations
If you suffer with piuiple*. eczema,
rashes, chafing*, eruption* or other
distressing skin trouble, begin today
to use I'ullrura Snap and
Olnlin<*nt« Bathe the ufTected
parts with the Soap, anoirt with the
I liniment. Relief comes at once and
healing toon follow*.
SuapSSr. Oletmsnt **e and SO*.
Sample «acn (rsa.
ijJiM "I.Mlrw*," Dept. lU,
Makiw, Maas.