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CHAPTER XI—Continued
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“Please have a smoke. Mr.
Liang.’’ 11 is tone was that of an
•equal. "This is not to he an In
terrogation. It’s a conference In
which we need your help.’’
Liang inclined his head with a
murmured "Thank you.’’ and took
■one of the cigarettes, which Vance
lighted for him.
Vance returned to his chair and
Liang sat down.
“Mr. Liang.” Vance began. "1
think that i apprehend the position
In which you have been placed by
the unfortunate events which have
taken place in this house, and I also
think you realise that I have not
been entirely ignorant of your pre
dicament. You have acted, I might
say. in very much the same way I
myself might have acted, had our
positions been reversed. But the
time has come when frankness is wis
dom—and 1 hope you trust me suffi
cientl.v to believe me when I tell
you that no possible danger can
come to you. You are no longer in
Jeopardy. There Is now uo pos
sibility of misunderstanding. As a
matter of fact, I have not misunder
stood you from the first.”
Liang again bowed his head, and
said:
’I snould be most happy to help
you, If I might be assured that the
truth would prevail In this unhappy
bouse, and that I would not be ac
cused of things of which some one
desired 1 should be accused."
i i “I can assure you of that. Mr.
l.dang,” Vance returned • quietly.
Then he added significantly: “Mr.
Wrede is dead.”
"Ah!” the man murmured. “That
pots a different aspect on matters.”
“Oh, quite. Mr. Wrede was killed
by a dog he had abused."
“Lao-Tzu has said,” returned
Liang, “that he who abuses the
weak is eventually destroyed by his
jf*. own weakness.”
Vance inclined his head in polite
agreement.
“Will you tell us what happened
—or, rather, what you saw—when
you returned to this house between
eight and nine Wednesday night?’’
Liang hesitated before he spoke,
•drawing deeply on the cigarette
Vance had given him.
“It was exactly eight,” he began
3n an even voice. “When I entered
the kitchen I heard voices here in
the library. Mr. Wrede and Mr.
Archer Coe were talking. They were
angry. I tried not to listen, but
their voices rose until they pene
trated even to my bedroom. Mr.
<Joe was protesting violently, ami
Mr. Wrede was becoming more and
more angry every second. I heard
a scuffle, a startled ejaculation, and
a noise as if something heavy had
fallen to the floor. A brief silence
■ensued—and I thought I detected a
tinkling sound like broken china.
Then another silence. A few mo
ments later I heard some one pass
stealthily through the kitchen, and
go out the rear door. I waited in
my bedroom for perhaps fifteen
minutes, asking myself if I should
interfere with matters which did
not 'Concern me, and then l decid
ed that, in loyalty to my employer,
1 should investigate the situation.
“So I came forth and looked in
the library here. The room was
empty, but the small table in front
of the davenport was upset. I
put it on Its fet; then returned to
the kitchen and read for perhaps
an hour. But something seemed
to trouble me—I did not like the
fact that Mr. Wrede had not gone
out tlie front door, but went out so
stealthily through the kitchen. I
■went upstairs to Mr. Coe's bedroom
and knocked on the door. There
■was no answer. 1 tried the door.
It was unbolted; and when I opened
it, i saw Mr. Coe seated In his
chair, apparently asleep. But I did
not like the color of his face. 1
■went to him and touched him, but
he did not move—and 1 knew lie
V was dead. ... I came out of the
room, closed the door, and returned
to the kitchen.
«I asked m.vseir what was nest
for me to do, and decided that since
no one knew I had returned to the
house 1 would go away and come
back much Inter that night. So I
went—to some friends of mine.
When I returned nt about midnight,
I made unnecessary noise, so that
anyone In the house would hear me
returning. After a while I came
'9 again Into this library and looked
round very carefully, for 1 could
not understand what had happened
that night. I found the poker lying
on the hearth, and there was blood
on It. I also found the dagger In
the large Yung Cheng Ting yno
vase on the table there. I had a
definite feeling that both of these
articles were left here for some
special purpose, and it occurred to
th«t if a murder had been com
mitted flint night, it was F who was
supposed to take the blame. . .
"You are quite right. Mr. Liang.
I think that both weapons were left
here in order to involve you."
"I did not quite understand the
situation.” the Chinaman contin
ued. "But I felt that it might be
safer for me If I took the poker
and the dagger and hid them. I
could see the possibilities of a case
being built up against me, if the
weapons were found In the library,
especially as it might be proved
that I had been here at the time.
Moreover, the dagger is Chinese,
and it could be easily ascertained
that I was not in sympathy with
the means Mr. Archer Coe used in
depriving my country of Its right
ful antiques."
"Yes," nodded Vance. “That was
no doubt the intention of the mur
derer. . . . And so, when you had
tlie opportunity, you placed both
weapons In the room upstairs?”
“That Is true." Liang admitted.
“1 placed them there when tile but
ler sent me to Miss Lake's room the
next morning. Perhaps If I had
realized how serious the situation
was and had understood all of its
complications, I might have acted
differently. I do not yet understand
the mechanism of the crime. The
physical misunderstanding, so to
speak, between Mr. Wrede and
Mr. Archer Coe took place In this
library, and yet his dead body was
in his bedroom npstnirs."
"There was no possibility,” in
quired Vance, "that Mr. Wrede
could have assisted Mr. Coe up
stairs, after the melee?”
“Oh, no." Liang was quite em
phatic. “Within a few moments of
the encounter here in the library,
Mr. Wrede came out through the
kitchen, surreptitiously, nnd depart
ed through the rear door.”
"llow can you be sure it was
Wrede, Mr. Liang, if you did not
see him?” Vance asked.
The Chinaman gave a slow smile.
“In my country the senses are
more acute than in the Occident. I
had heard Mr. Wrede move about
this house too often not to know
his step and sense his presence.”
Liang paused and looked at Vance.
“And may I be permitted now to
ask a question of you?”
Vance bowed acquiescence.
“Ask me any question you care
to, Mr. Liang, and I will try to be
as frank as you have been."
“How, then, did you know that I
was aware of the crime on the
night it was committed?”
"There were several indications,
Mr. Liang,” Vance replied; “but it
was you yourself who told me as
much—by a slip of the tongue.
When I first spoke to you, the next
morning, you mentioned a tragedy;
and when I asked you how you knew
there had been a tragedy, yon re
plied you had heard Gamble tele
phoning—while you were preparing
breakfast."
Liang looked at Vance for a mo
ment, a puzzled expression In bis
eyes. Then a faint smile appeared
slowly on his mouth.
“I understand now," he said. “I
had already prepared the breakfast
when the butler telephoned, for lie
discovered the crime when he was
faking Mr. f'oe’s breakfast to him.
“It Is No Great Loss to the World.”
. . . Yes, 1 gave myself away, hut
it took a clever man to grasp the
error."
Vance acknowledged the compli
inent.
“And now I shall ask you anoth
er question, Mr. Liang. Why were
you pretending to work In the
kitchen at three o’clock yesterday
morning, after the attack on Mr.
Grnssl?”
The Chinaman looked up shrewd
ly. “Pretending?"
“The Ink was quite dry on the
pnpers yon had so neatly arranged
on the kitchen table."
A slow smile again spread over
Liang’s ascetic mouth.
“I was afraid, afterward," he said,
“that you might have noticed that.
. . . The fact Is. Mr. Vance, 1 wns
standing guard. At about half-past
two that morning, I wns awakened
by a slight sound, I sleep lightly—
and I am sensitive to sounds. I
listened, and some one opened thd
door and passed through the kitch
en Into the butler’s pantry and the
dining room, and on Into the li
brary—’’
“You recognized the footsteps?”
“Oh, yes. The person who came
In so softly wns Mr. YVrede. ... I
naturally did not trust him, know
ing what I did, and I hoped that 1
could trap him in some way. So I
rose, dressed, turned on all the
lights In the kitchen, and took my
post at the table—as if I were
working. Fifteen minutes later, I
heard Mr. Wrede come back softly
Into the butler’s pantry and then
retreat again toward this room. I
knew that he had seen the lights
in the kitchen and was afraid to
enter. 1 did not hear the front door
open—which is the only other
means of egress except the win
dows—and I decided to stand my
ground.
“A little later I heard Mr. Grassl
call out. and then I heard the but
ler telephoning. Even so. 1 thought
it best to remain in the kitchen, for
It occurred to me that Mr. Wrede
might Still he hiding In the house,
waiting for a chance to escape
through tlie rear door. When you
came Into the kitchen and Informed
me of the attack on Mr. Grassi, I
suggested the den window. I could
not see how else Mr, W ede could
have gone out of the house.”
Liang looked up sadly.
“1 am sorry my efforts were not
more successful, but at least 1 made
It difficult for Mr. Wrede.”
Vance got up and put out his cig
arette.
“You've helped us no end," he
said. "Y’ou’ve clarified many tldngs.
We are most grateful."
lie walked to Liang and held out
his hand. The Chinaman took it
and bowed.
CHAPTER XII
The Startling Truth.
WHEN Liang hnd gone out,
Vance sent Gamble for Hilda
Lake. As soon as she entered the
librnry, Vance Informed her that
Wrede was dead.
She looked at him a moment, lift
ed her eyebrows, shrugged slightly,
and said: “It Is no great loss to
the world.”
“Furthermore,” Vance went on,
"I believe that Mr. Wrede mur
dered your uucles and attempted
the life of Mr. Grass!."
“I would not be In the least sur
prised,” the young woman com
mented coldly. “I have suspected
all along that he murdered Uncle
Archer, but I could not quite see
how he accomplished It. Have you
learned his modus operandl?”
Vance shook his head.
“No, Miss Lake," he admitted.
“That’s a part of the problem still
to be solved.”
“Hut why," she asked, “should he
kill Uncle Brisbane? Uncle Bris
bane was his ally.”
“That’s another phase of the
problem that must be worked out.
There was an error—a miscalcula
tion—somew'here.”
"I can understand,” Hilda Lake
remarked, “why he should attempt
Mr. Grassi’s life. Mr. Wrede was
Intensely Jealous of Mr. Grass!."
“All clever, scheming men with
a sense of their own Inferiority,"
said Vance, "are inclined toward in
tense jealousy. . . . But there’s a
particular thought that has entered
m.v mind this evening, and I shall
ask you about it.—Tell me. Miss
Lake, what reason would Brisbane
have hnd for killing Archer?”
Vance’s question amazed me, and
when I glanced at Markham and
Heath, I saw that they, too, were
startled. But Hilda Lake accepted
it as If it had been the most casual
and conventional of queries.
“Oh, various reasons," she an
swered calmly. "There was a deep
antagonism between the two. Un
cle Brisbane had many Ideas and
many ambitions, but he was always
handicapped by the fact that Uncle
Archer controlled ail the money.
There was, therefore, the money
motive. Agnin, Uncle Brisbane did
not feel that Uncle Archer had
treated me fairly, and he was quite
anxious for me to marry Mr. Wrede.
Uncle Archer, as you kqnw, was
violently opposed to the marriage.”
“And you. Miss Lake?”
“Oli." she returned offhandedly,
“I thought the marriage might he
rather u good thing. Mr. Wrede was
a comforting kind of soul who
wouldn't have bothered me in the
slightest—and I was tremendously
desirous of escaping from this queer
household. | knew all his faults,
but as long as they didn't interfere
with me—”
"Perhaps," suggested Vance, "the
arrival of Mr. Grass! changed your
mind a hit?”
For the first time during m.v ac
quaintance with Hilda Lake, I no
ticed a soft, feminine expression
come into her eyes. Stie glanced
down as if embarrassed.
“Perhaps, as yon say," she replied
In a low voice, “the arrival of Mr.
Grassl changed my mind.”
Vance stood up.
“I hope, Miss Lake," he said,
"that you will both be very happy."
We dined at Vance’s apartment
that night. Both Vance and Mark
ham were troubled, for the case
had not had a satisfactory ending—
there were many things that had
been left unexplained; there were
many links In the chain of evidence
which had not been found. But he
fore the night was over there were
no longer any mysteries: each ster
In this monstrous crime, and each
perplexing and contradictory factor
had been clarified.
The final elucidation of the mys
tery came In a most unexpected
manner. We were sitting In Vance’s
library, talking, after dinner.
"It’s dashed mystlfyln’,” he mut
tered. “What 1 can’t understand Is
how Archer got upstairs after he
had been stabbed In the library.
There’s little doubt, after Liang's
story, that the bloody work was
done downstairs.”
“I’m not so sure you’re right
about that. Vnnee," submitted Mnrk
hnm. "If your theory Is correct, you
must logically admit the proposi
tion that a dead man walked up
stairs."
Vnnee inclined his head.
"I realize that." he said thought
fully. Then he leapt to his feet
and stood before Markham, tense
and animated. "A dead man wnlked
"A Dead Person Often Does Strange
Things Without Knowing He Is
Dead.”
upstairs," he repeated In a strained,
hushed voice. "That’s it! That’s
the answer to everything. . . . Yes,
Markham,"—he nodded with curi
ous significance — "a dead man
walked upstairs i
"That's what happened the oth
er night. Archer Coe—already a
dead man—walked upstairs. And—
what Is even more terrible, Mark
ham—he didn’t know he was dead!”
Vance turned quickly and went
to a set of thick quarto volumes on
the lower shelf of one of his book
cases. He rnn his finger along the
hooks until lie came to volume “E."
lie turned the pages and found
what he was looking for. Then he
glanced down the column of fine
type.
“Listen, Markham,” he said.
"Here’s a historical case of a dead
person walking.” He rend from the
encyclopedia: “‘Elizabeth (Amelie
Eugenie), 1837—1898, consort of
Francis Joseph, emperor of Austria,
a daughter of Duke Maximilian Jos
eph of Bavaria and Louisa Wilhel
minn, was born on the 24th of De
cember, 1837, at Lake Starnherg.
. . .’” He turned the page. ‘‘But
here’s the passage regarding her
death: ‘Elizabeth spent much of
her time traveling through Europe
and at the palace she had built in
Corfu. On the 10th of September,
1898, she was walking through the
streets of Geneva with her en
tourage from her hotel to the steam
er, when an anarchist, named Luigi
Luccheni, ran suddenly into the
roadway and stabbed her In the
back, with a shoemaker's awl. The
police immediately pounced upon
the man and were about to drag
him away, when ttie empress stayed
them and gave the order that they
should release him. “He has not
injured me," site said, “and I wish,
on this occasion, to forgive him."
She continued her walk to the
steamer, which was more than half
a mile distant, and made a farewell
speech to her subjects from the
deck. She then retired to her cabin
and lay down. Several hours later
she was found dead. Luccheni had
actually stabbed her without her
being aware of It, and she had died
hours later of an Internal hemor
rhage.’ ’’
Vance closed the hook and threw
it to one side.
“Now do yoti see what I mean,
Markham?" he asked. "A dead per
son often does strange things with
out knowing he is dead.”
“Do you recall what Doctor Do
renius said? ‘An internal hemor
rhage’! That’s the whole story—
that's the key to everything.
That’s how Archer could have been
killed in the library and still have
walked upstairs."
He went to another bookcase,
and, after a moment’s search, pulled
out a black, gold-lettered volume.
(TO BE (*)NTINUEI> )
Discovery of Newfoundland
Although tin* Icelandic sages re
late that l.lef Krlcson and his crew
discovered .Newfoundland about 1000
A. D„ the first authentic discovery
Is accredited to John Cabot. In
14117, Cabot, a Genoese mariner, ob
tained n charter from King Henry
VII of England to seek new terri
tory In the New world which f\>
lumbus had discovered five years
earlier. Cabot reached a port In the
“New Foumle I/and” on the feast
day of St. John, and the namo of
St. Johns wo* given to the princi
pal harbor.
BRISBANE]
THIS WEEK
A Long Swim
Money Flows West
$5 for $3.39
Not So Barren
The new year, 1935, Intest con
tribution of Father Time to the Ioug
chain of beads called “eternity," is
here, and we are in it.
We shall continue to rend opinions
and rumors, plans and criticism of
plans, in our slow progress to pros
perity's shore. It is a long swim
when you are thrown overboard in
the middle of Lake Superior, 'lids
country was thrown overboard in
another lake of superior prosperity
and unlimited expectations back In
1929.
Farmers, newspapers devoted to
the farmers' Interest, big hankers
In the East, are Interested in the
t'uct that the money tide that for so
long flowed from producers in the
West to accumulators in the East,
is now flowing In the other direc
tion.
The money tide goes out toward
the farms of wheat raisers and
stock, In the West and Middle West,
and to the cotton farmers In the
South. It Is as though the Great
Lakes, had been tilted upward nt
the eastern end. and the waters sent
rushing toward the ltocky moun
tains.
The tide will not flow long in tlint
western direction, probably. Men
that have the mortgages and collect
the Interest accumulate the money,
lu the lorg run.
Long ago, a man wagered Mint he
would stand on London bridge of
fering genuine gold sovereigns for
a shilling each and find few takers.
The gold sovereigns were genuine,
but nobody would buy. Mel Smith,
s circus official called “Lucky”
Smith, bet that I/os Angeles citizens
would refuse to buy genuine $5 bills
for $3.30. Hundreds walked by,
looked at the genuine bills. Some
cried “Fake!” only two purchased.
“Lucky” Smith won a $100 wager.
Many Americans wish they had
been as skeptical about certnin
stock back In 1920.
The distinguished George W. Rus
sell of Ireland, who signs his writ
ings “AE." says. “I am always
struck by the terrible barrenness of
rural life in America.” He thinks
we must “find some way to enrich
It,” and If we don’t, “then the dis
ease which destroyed ancient Italy
will eat into America. You will no
longer feed yoursel.es. and you will
be struck with palsy of brend and
circuses.”
Mr. Russell may find greater rich
ness in Irish farmhouses, but It Is a
richness of the character and of the
mind, not the surroundings. There
Is little barrenness about, other than
intellectual, in our rural life with
its automobile, radio, moving pic
tures within easy reach, rural de
livery, porcelain bath tubs, mail or
der catalogues, prayer meetings, re
vivals, annual circus, the public li
brary, soon reached by automobile.
Next summer our ships of war,
“venturing almost to Oriental wa
ters," will engage in far-flung war
games covering more than 5,000,000
square miles of the Pacific ocean.
How interesting that will be, and
how rapidly those ships would come
running home to hide away in port
if a few large bombing planes
should sail out from Asia, from
Tokyo or Russia’s Vladivostok, over
those 5,000,000 square miles of the
Pacific, and drop explosive bombs
and poison gas bombs on the bat
tleships !
Geological explorers from the
Byrd expedition, near the South
pole, report Important veins of min
eral quartz, discovered In moun
tains along the coast of Marie Byrd
Land.
If the geologists should bring
back actual samples rich In gold,
how quickly men would find a wuy
to reach those mountains, how In
different to death they would be
In the effort to get there!
In Kansas n terrific dust storm,
hiding the sun, suggests that the
Agricultural department help farm
ers by developing some temporary
covercrop that could he sown on
wheat anil corn Helds when the
crops come off, a nitrogen-fixing
plant If possible. It would protect
dusty surfaces from high winds and
he plowed under, contributing hu
mus, before the next planting.
In the Northwest, fanners have
used the "duckfoot” cultivator,
which cuts a path CO feet wide, go
ing through the roots of weeds and
j not destroying the protection of
I the stubble from wind and the
j washing of heavy rains.
A wise motto of earlier days was:
“When in doubt, refrain."
Lri Russia and other countries
where the will of one takes the
place of slow decisions by the ma
jority, the maxim reads:
“When In doubt, shoot.”
Moscow reports 14 more executed
to avenge the killing of Sergei
Kirov, making 117 lives taken to
expiate that one murder.
A Kin* Feature* Syndicate. Ino.
WNO Service.
TRUE GHOST I
STORIES
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By Famous People
Copyright by Public Ledger. Inc,
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By RITA WEIMAN *
Author.
<4 D ITA Welmau Is too strong
ly minded to have a ghost
story," cautlonel her husband.
“Beg your pardon," he added.
"Come to think of It she does have
a ghost story, a very real one. She
has a knack of foreseeing things
Tell about your ‘voltage story,’
Rita."
Simultaneously, the author, her
husband and I drew our chairs
closer to the fireplace, nbove which
burned dim lights from Chinese
furniture, which she fnvors.
“Seven years ago," she began,
“1 rend an obscure notice In the
newopaper, about John Hulbert of
Auburn, N. Y„ an electrician, re
signing as executioner at Sing Sing,
because he was being ostracized
from society. At the same time he
justified his Job, saying he was only
fulfilling his work as a servant of
the state.
“I thought this was a grand Idea
for a story. I wrote a story about
an electrician, who was ostracized
by bis family and friends, becuuse
they found out he was serving as
an executioner and who eventually
killed himself because of their ac
tions, by seizing n high-voltage
electric wire. 1 sold the story to
a magazine.
"A few months later the editor
called me to say that the owner of
the magazine felt that my story
was a plea against capital punish
ment and that he did not feel that
tils magazine should tnke Issue on
the subject. 1 should keep ray
check, but the story would not be
published by them; I could resell
It If I wished.
“I let the matter drift, although
I felt that 1 panted to see the story
published.
“One morning, two years later,
my secretary handed me a paper.
“ ‘Look,’ she said with nmaze
ment In her voice.
“ 'Joins In death the 140 men he
slew,’ said the headlines. ‘John
Hulbert, by suicide, answers the
question all who knew him asked.’
"How I rejoiced that my story
had not been published! I would
always have been haunted by the
thought that Hulbert had read my
story and brooded over It, und had
eventually committed suicide.
“In view of the strange finale of
events, the magazine then pub
lished the story, and I rejoiced that
I had been saved from that ghost."
• • •
By PERCY CROSBY
Cartoonist.
K | WAS born in u haunted house,-’
1 related the comic artist, Per
cy Crosby.
“The first gleam of consciousness
which 1 can remember In my life
was seeing a colored uiammy under
the kitchen table, and hearing my
mother say that the mummy was a
ghost. AH through my childhood I
can remember my mother complain
ing to my fnther that our house
was haunted, until, when 1 was
three, we had to move from it.
“I can remember vividly that first
experience—the only time I ever
saw the ghost. It left an Indelible
Impression on my mind.
“I hud gone Into the kitchen to
get a cooky. Under the kitchen
table I saw a negro mammy; a red
bandanna was tied tightly around
her bead, her two hands were on
the Moor. She seemed to be back
ing away from uie. I screamed In
fright at the strange sight and ran
to my mother.
“Mother grasped my hand, and
took me back to the scene. The
woman was still crouching there.
“I saw my mother slap at her,
and her hand went right through
her bead and struck the wall; and
the mammy disappeared.
*• ‘Ghost, ghost!’ screamed my
mother. I screamed also, not know
ing what the word meant.
“Mother called witnesses who
agreed that there was no sign or
hide or hair of the mammy In the
room. I was with her to testify
that she had been there, and that
when mother struck her she disap
peared.
“After that experience my moth
er grew more nervous and timid;
hut, like all small boys, the experi
ence only gave me more courage,
and more Ideas for adventure, ltut
I have never found a ghost since
that time. No doubt since 1 was
born in n haunted house. I’ll prob
ably die in one."
Horned Toad* Bear Young
Snakes are not the only mouthers
of the reptilian family which give
birth to living young. A small
female horned toad captured by a
ranger naturalist In the Petrified
Forest National Monument, Ari
zona, recently, surprised her captor
by giving birth to lit young toads
within three hours’ time; 18 living
and one dead. Within 30 to (50 sec
onds after seeing the light of day
the horned toad youngsters were on
their feet and sprinting nround the
cage.
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Use Sour Milk.
Sour milk can be used Just the
same ns sweet milk. Add one-third
of a teaspoonful of baking soda for
each cup of the sour milk you use.
Then proceed to add exactly the
same Ingredients as If sweet milk
were being used. Many housewives
think It makes better biscuits than
sweet milk. THE HOUSEWIFE.
Copyright by Public ledger, Inc.
WNU Service.
Point of View
Diversity of opinion proves that
things are only what we think them!
fNASALl
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urination; attacks of dizziness,
rheumatic pains, swollen feet and
ankleB? 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 ever. Get them from any
druggist
DOAN’S PILLS
vSss&A
1 i .j-W"^ ,J
— naeds mora
than cosmatics
Beauty of akin comes
from within.When con
stipation clogs the pores
with intestinal wastes,
CLEANSB INTER
NALLY with Garfield
Tea. Helps relieve the
clocaed system prompt
ly, mildly, effect] vely.yff
your drug uort 2ScCri0e
CUTICURA
‘itetiemJ&nfmti&i
Bathe the affected parts freely with
follrara Soap and hot water,dry
gently, and anoint with Cntleura
Ointment. Pure and healing, these
super-creamy emollients bring quick
relief and soon heal itching, burning,
scaly skin affections, eczema, pimples,
rsshes and all forms of skin troubles.
8sap 26c. Ointment 26c and 60c.
Sample cadi free.
Address: "Catlcura," Dept. MS,
Malden, Mass.
PARKER’S
HAIR BALSAM
Removes Dandruff-Stops Hair Falling
Imparts Color and
Beauty to Cray and Faded Hair
60c and |1.00 at Druggiats.
Hlscox Ohara Wks.. Pwtchogue. H.T.
FLO REST ON SHAMPOO — Ideal Tot use In
connection with Parker's Hair Balsam.Makes th#
hair soft and fluffy. 60 cents by mail or at drug
gists. Hiscox Chemical Works, Patchogue, N.Y.
FOR A NERVOUS WOMAN
Mrs. Lessie Jefferson at
803 Ave. C, Dodge City.
Kansas, says: "Dr. Pierce's
Favorite Prescription im
proved my appetite and
rid me erf that nervous,
run-down condition. I also
felt stronger and had more
energy.” All druggists.
Write to Dr. Pierce’s
Clinic. Buffalo, N. Y„ for
free medical advice;
New size, tablets 50 cts.; liquid $1.00. I4L
■!». tab a. or liquid. $1.35. “W« Do Our Part.*
r-MEN WANTED-=1
• Local men with mechanical training or
ability to train for many opportunities
offered bytho fast growing Diesel Industry.
A .pedal arrangement will be made by tbe
DIESEL POWER ENGINEERING SCHOOLS
with thefirst men accepted in each commu
nity. For Interview write at once, giving
ago. education, reference to —
DIESEL ENGINEERING SCHOOL
4ClMor.N»tl.BK.BI4E..D«pt.W.Olnel«.Hsfc-j
WNU—U 2—38
SEEII CORN FOR SALE—Excellent high
yielding, hand picked seed oorn. Writs
CAT!.IN SEED CO.. Swan Creek, m.
