juSy
- jv
BY GEORGE- I1ARR MCUICHEON
Copyright. 1906, by Dodd,
CHAPTER 111.
In Which Dog Trespasses.
ENELOl'E was a perverse mid
calculating young person. She
was her own mistress anil
P
privileged to ride as ofteu as
sbe pleased, but it seemed rather odd
although splendidly decorous that she
did not venture upon Mr. Shaw's es
tate for more than a week after her
first encounter with the feudal baron
If she found a peculiarly feminine sat
isfaction In speculating ou his disap
pointment, it is not to be wondored at.
Womanly iusight told her that Ran
dolph Shaw rode forth each day and
watched with hawklike vigilance for
the promised trespasser. In her imag
ination she could almost hear him
curse the luck that was helping her to
evade the patrol.
' One morning after a rain sbe rode
with the duke to the spot where Shaw
had drawn his line in the road. She
felt a thrill of something she could not
define on discovering that the wet soil
on the opposite side of the line was
disfigured by a mass of fresh hoof
prints. She rejoiced to find that his
vigil was incessant and worthy of the
respect it imposed. The desire to visit
the haunted house was growing more
and more irresistible, but she turned
it aside with all the relentless per
verseness of a woman who feels it
worth while to procrastluate.
Truth to tell. Randolph Shaw was go
ing hollow eyed and faint in his
ceaseless, racking watch for trespass
ers. Penelope laughed aloud as she gazed
upon the tangle of hoof prints. The
duke looked as surprised as it was
possible for him to look after the wear i
of the past night.
"Hang it all. Penelope," he said. "1'
didn't say anything, don't you know."
'1 was just thinking," she said hasti
ly', "what fun it would be for us to ex
plore the haunted house."
"Oh, I say, Pen, that's going out ot
the way for a little fun, isn't It? My
word, it's n filthy old house with rats
and mice and all that no place for a
ghost, much less a nice little human
being like you. They're all like that."
"I think you are afraid to go," said
she.
"Afraid of ghosts? Pshaw!" sniffed
the dukot.stlcking,.ouJ: his. chest
"Yes, Shaw; that's "whom you're
afraid of."
"Now, see here, Pen, you shouldn't
say that. Shaw's a d , a cad. See
what Cecil did to him. Remember
that? Well, pooh! What would I do
to him?" Penelope looked him over
critically.
"I'll admit that you're larger and
younger than Cecil." she confessed
grudgingly. "But they say Mr. Shaw
is a giant killer." The duke dropped
his monocle and guffawed loudly.
"Good!" he cried in the ecstasy of
pride. His worn, dissipated face light
ed up with unwonted Interest "I say.
Pen, that's the nicest thing you've said
to me in a week. You've been so
deuced cold of late. I don't under
stand. I'm not such a bad lot, you
know."
Tell that to Mrs. De Peyton and
Mrs. Corwith. They're looklug for the
good in everything."
"By Jove, I believe you're Jealous!
This is the proudest moment of my
life."
"Don't be silly! And don't try to
make love to me any more. Wait un
til I'm married." she added, with a
laugh, the Irony of which escaped him.
"But, hang it all. suppose you
should marry some one else aud not
me?"
"That's what I mean."
"Oh." lie said, perplexed Then, as
If his stupidity cnlled for on explana
tion: "I had n beastly night. Didn't go
to bed till 4. Rut. I say. why can't I
have the same nrlvileco as these othei
chaps? Corwith makes love to you
aud so does Odwell. and. hnmr lr. !
they're both married. It's rotteu mean
of-
"Thelr wives are accountable for
their manners, not I. But. come; will
you go to Renwood's with me?
I'd rather talk to you in tat nice
little corner of the billiard loom ,! eonieo to narrow wun natreu. Hazei
hotne if you" I uurst had told the men privately that
"But I don't need a bran.lv and soda.' sh( wn Pnssi"K ""copies nights In or
Oh!" This exclamation came with the' dor t0 ",,n,e t,mt fll,ow Slmw" t0 h"r
discovery of an approaching horseman. fu" cnPn,',,v-
"It's Mr. Shaw, I'm sure." "Mv ,,,-,,r- 1 h"ve Kiven positive or-
Randolph Shaw, loyal to his feudal! Aor to Tompkins, and he swears he'll
promise, appeared In the road a couple! r,,rrJ' 0,lt" nM ho ""lly.
of hundred yards away. Ho drew rein ""I'P"' Tompkins Is to throw him
and from that distance surveyed the! ,nto tlu' rivpr B"n,n-"
two who were so near to encroaching i "" 1" to shoot that fellow Shaw
uin his preserves. He sat straight! ,r le doesn't keep oil our land I've
and forbidding lu the saddle. For a I naJ enough of It. They say he' rode
full minute the two factions stared at j h's confounded plow horse all over the
each other. Then., without a sign of' wost c"d the other day." Teuelope
recognition, Shaw turned and rode rap.
Idly away.
"Hp rides llko a gentleman," com
mented Miss Drake, after reflection.
"Indian blood In him," remarked hei
companion.
"Let us go home," said she. whirling
her borse like a flash. The duke had
some dllllculty in keeping abreast of
her during the ride, nnd he lost sight
of her altogether after they dismount
ed at Bazelhurst Villa.
Tho momentary glimpse of a real
man set PeneLr.c's pilnlo,ns .99 edge
a r
'i -x - I .. . .
r .: ..j.
Mead (3 Company.
for the rouialiulor oT the day and
night. Shaw, whatever else he might
i be. was a man. Even while others
' addressed her in conversation she was
j absentmindedly recalling to memory
l certain Engljsh gentlemen at home
who could stand comparison with this
handsome fellow across the dauger
line. Rut to compare any one of the
men In Lady Hazolhurst's house party
oh, it was absurd! She looked them
over. Dull eyed, blase, frayed by the
social whirl, worn out. pulseless, all of
them. They talked automobile, bridge,
women and self In particular. In the
seclusion of a tete-a-tete they talked
love with an ardor that lost most of
its danger because it was from force
of habit. One of the men was even
now admitting In her ear that ho had
not spent an evening alone with his
wife in four years.
"There's always something doing,"
he said. "A week or two ago, by Jove,
you wouldn't believe It. but we had an
evening turn up without a thing on
hand. Strangest thing I ever knew.
Neither of us had a thing on. We said
we'd stay' at home and go to' bed ear
ly just to see how It felt. Well, what
do you think? We sat up and read
till half past 10 o'clock, and then both
of us thought of it at the same time.
Wo dressed and went down to Rec
tor's and waited for the theaters to
let out. Three o'clock when we got
home. You can't imagine what a
queer experience it is being all alone
with one's wife."
"Don't you love your wife. Mr. Od-1
well?"
"Certainly! ' Rut there's always a
crowd." Iioth of them glanced over
at pretty Mrs. Odwell. She was look
ing down at hor plate demurely while
Reggie Van Voort talked straight Into
her pink ear, his eyes gleaming with
the zest of Invasion. "I say, Miss
Drake, you won't mind talking to me
awhile after dinner, will you?" went
on Odwell. something like relief in his
voice. '
After dinner she was obliged to set
him straight In a little matter. They
were sitting cn the terrace, and he hud
thrown away his half smoked ciga
rette, an act In Itself significant. She
had been listening patiently, from
sheer habit and indifference, to what
he was saying, but at Inst she revolted.
"Don't! You shall not say such
things to me. ( am not your kind. I
fancy, Mr. Odwell." she said. "I don't ! she would come but n sudden thought
know why you should tell me of your I struck her like a blow. She turned
chorus girl friends, of your suppers j white aud red by turns. Had he tired
and all that I don't care to hear of j of the sport? Had the irovelty woru
them, and I don't intend that you shall off? Was he laughing at her for a
use me as a subject of illustration. I ' silly coquette? The riding crop came
am going upstairs." j down sharply upon her horse's flank.
"Oh, come now. that's rather rough, and a very deeply agitated young wo
Just as we werp getting on so well ' man galloped off toward Bazelhurst
All the fellows do the some"
"I know. You need not tell me. And
you all have wives at home, too," with
Intense scorn.
"Now, that's where you wrong us
They're not at home, you know. ThntV
Just it"
"Never mind, Mr. Odwell; I'm goln
In." She left him and entered tt
house. For a minute or'tw&"helook
after her in wonder and then, softlj
whispering, made his way over to
where Do Peyton, through some over
sight, was talking to his own wife.
De Peyton unceremoniously announc
ed that ho was going upstairs to write
a letter.
Penelope, flushed with disgust and
humiliation, drew near a crowd of men
and women in the long living room.
Her brother was haranguing the as-
Bcmblago. standing forth among them
like an unconquered bantam. In spite
of herself she felt a wave of shame
and pity creep over her as she looked
at him.
"Barnmlnster says the fellow ran
when he saw him today," his lordship
was saying. "But that doesn't help
matters, ue nas uoen on my lanu
nRaln nnd nlln Tompkins says, and
Tompkins oucht to know."
"And James, too." said the duko with
a brandled roar.
"Can't Tompkins and his men keep
that man off my land?" demanded Lady
Baslohurst. Every one took note of
the l,n,,,0,,n IIer ladyship's temples
smiled reflectively. "Trampled the new
fern beds out of existence and all that.
Hang him, Tompkins will get him if
ho persists. He has told the men to
tako a shot 'at the rascal of: sight
Tompkins doesn't love him, you know."
Penelope wont her way, laughing,
and forgot the danger that threatened
Randolph Shaw. ,
Tho next morning, quite early, sho
was off for a conter. Some magnetic
force drew her toward that obliterated
lino in the roadway. Almost as she
came up Jo It aniJRtopj)ed Randolph
Shaw rode dowu the" hiVlalile liiroiu
the trees and drew rein directly oppo
site, the noses of their horses almost
touching. With a smile he gave the
military salute even as she gasped in
self conscious dismay.
"On duty. Miss Drake; no trespass
ins." he said. There was a glad ring
in liis voice. "Please don't run away.
You're on the safe side."
"I'm not going to run." she said, her
cheek flushing. "How do you know
where the line Is? It has been de
stroyed by the ravages of time."
"Yes. It has seemed a year. This
thing of acting sentinel so religiously
is a bit wearing." His great friendly
dog came across the line, however, and
looked bravely up into the enemy'd
face, wagging his tall. "Traitor! Come
back, Bonaparte!" cried his master.
"What a beautiful dog!" she cried,
sincere admiration in her eyes. "I
love a big dog. He is your best friend,
I'll wager."
" 'Love me, love my dog,' is my mot
to." The conversation was not prolonged.
Penelope began to find herself on rath
er friendly terms with the enemy.
Confusion came over her when she re
membered that she was behaving In a
most uumaldenly manner. Doubtless
that was why she brought the meet
ing to a close by galloping away.
The ways of fortune are strange,
look at them from any point of view.
Surprising as it may seem, a like en
counter happened on the following day
and aye, on the day after and every
day for a week or more. Occasions
there were when Penelope was com
pelled to equivocate shamefully in or
der to escape the companionship of the
duke, the count or others of their ilk.
Once when the guardian of the road
was late at his post she rode far into
the enemy's country, actually thrilled
by the joy of adventure. When he ap
peared far down the road she turned
and lied with ail the sensations of a
culprit, and he thundered after her
with vindletlveness that deserved bet
ter rpsults.- Across the line she drew
reiu and faced him defiantly, her hair
blown awry, her cheeks red, her eyes
sparkling.
"No trespass!" she cried, holding up
her gloved hand. lie stopped short.
for that was one of t ho terms of truce.
The next day he again was missing,
but she was not to be caught by his
stratagem. Instead of veuturing into
the trap lie had prepared for her. she
remained on her side of the line, smil
ing at the thought of him in hiding far
up the road. If any one had suggested
to her that she was developing too
great an interest in tills stalwart gen
tleman she would have laughed him to
scorn. It had not entered her mind to
question herself as to the pleasure she
found In being near him. She was
founding her actions on the basis that
he was a real man and that the little
comedy of adventure was quite worth
while.
At length an impatient line appeared
on her fair brow, a resentful gleam
in her eyes,
Impertinence!
Ills remissness was an
It was the last time
Villa, hurrying ns though afraid lie
might catch sight of her in .flight.
A quarter of a mile "brought u change
In her emotions. British stubbornness
arose to combat an utter rout. After
all. why should she run awny from
him? With whimsical bravado she
turned ofT suddenly into the trail that
led to the river, her color deepening
with the consciousness that, after all.
she was vaguely hoping she might see
him somewhere before the morning
passed. Through the leafy pathway
she rode at a snail's pace, brushing
the low hanging leaves and twigs from
about her head with something akin to
petulance.
As she neared the river the neighing
of a horse hard by caused her to sit
erect with burning ears. Then she
relapsed Into a smile, rememberlug
j that It might have come from the
game warden's horse. A moment later
her searching eyes caught sight of
Shaw's horse tied to a sapling and on
Bazelhurst ground, many hundred feet
from his own domain. She drew rein
sharply ind looked about In consider
able trepidation. Off to tho right lay
the log that divided the lands, but
nowhere along tho bank of the river
could she see tho trespasser. Careful
ly she resumed her way, ever on the
lookout, puzzled not a little by the
unusual state of affairs.
Near tho river trail she came upon
the man. but he paid no heed to her
approach. He sat with his face in his
hands, nnd she could not believe her
eyes nnd ears ho was sobbing bitter
ly. For an instant her lips curled In
the smile of scornful triumph, and
then something llko disgust came over
her. There wns mockery in her voice
ns she called out to him:
"Have you stubbed your toe. little
boy?"
He looked up. dazed. Then he
arose, turning bis back while he dash
ed his hand across his eyes. When be
glanced back at ber he saw that sbe
was smiling. But she also saw some
thing In his face that drove the smile
away. Absolute rage gleamed In his
eyes.
"So It is real war?" ho said hoarsely,
his face quivering. "Your pitiful cow
ards want It to bo real, do they?
Well, that's what It shall be, hang
them! They shall have all they want
of It Look! This is their way of
fighting, Is It? Look!"
He pointed to his feet Her bewil
dered eyes saw that his hand was
bloody and a deathly sickness came
over her. He wns pointing to the out
stretched, Iqnnl.mate, fojra of .the dog
that baoTbf n his triehti'ahd'eoiurade.
She knew that the beast was dead
and she knew that her brother's threat
bad not been an Idle one. A great
wave of pity and horror swept over
ber. Moisture sprang to her eyes on
the moment.
, "He he Is dead?'1 she exclaimed.
"Yes; and kriled by some cowardly
brute whose neck I'd like to wring.
That dog my Bonaparte who knew
no feud, who did no wrong! Your
hrother wants war, does he? Well, I'll
give him all"
"But my brother could not have done
a thing like this." she cried, slipping
"Accident! Don't come near me."
from her saddle and advancing toward
him quickly. "Oh. no, no! Not this!
Ho Is not that sort. I know. It must
have been an accident and"
"Accident! Don't come near nie! 1
mean It. (Jod. my heart, is too full of 1
vengeance. Accident? Is this blood
on my arin accidental? Bah! It was
a deliberate attempt to murder me!"
"You you, too?" she gasped, reeling.
"Yes; they've winged me, too. Oh,
God. If I only had been armed. There
would have been a killing."
"Let me see, let nie help you!" she
cried, coming up to his side, white
faced and terrified. "I won't stay
nwny! You are hurt Please, plea
I am not your enemy."
For a long minute lie held back,
savagely resentful, glowering upon her;
then his face softened nnd his hand
went out to clasp hers.
"1 knew you hi d nothing to do with
It. Forgive me forgive my rudeness.
Don't he alarmed about me. Two or
three scattered shot struck me In the
arm. The fellow's aim wns bad when
It came to nie. But he he got the dog!
Poor old Bonaparte! It's ns If ho were
n-n brother. Miss Drake. I loved him
nnd h loved me."
"You must let me see your arm. I
will not take no for nn answer. It
must need attention"
"Believe me. It is nothing. I have
tied my handkerchief about It two lit
tle shot, that's all. The first charge
riddled the dog. But I forgot. I am
r II I on your sister's land. At any min
ute I may be shot from behind some
tree. 1-1 couldn't help crying, Miss
Drake. It was cruel fiendish! Now,
If you'll permit me I'll take my dead
off of your land."
"Stop! I must know about It Tell
me; how did It happen?"
"I can't talk nbout it to you."
"Why not? Do you think I condone
this outrage? Do you thiuk I can sup.
port such means of warfare? You do
not know me, Mr. Shaw; you do not
know so Englishwoman's love of fair
ness." "By Jove, do you menn It?" Ills
eyes lighted up. "But. after all, you
belong to the other camp," he added
dejectedly. "I I wish to heaven. Miss
Drake, you were not one of them!"
"My brother Cecil would not have
permitted this," she tried to apologize,
remembering with a cold heart that
Lord Bazelhurst had given the very
instructions of which tills wns the re
sult. "We can't discuss it. Miss Drake.
Borne one from your Bide of the line
killed my dog nnd then fired at me. I'll
admit I was trespassing, but not until
the dog was shot. He was on Lady
Rnzelhurst's lnnd when he wns shot.
It was not until after that that I tres
passed. If you are pleased to call it
su'jh. But I wns unarmed, bnng the
luck!" The way be said It conveyed
much to her understanding.
'Tell mo, please."
"I've hnd murder In my henrt for
half nn hour. Miss Drnke. Somehow
you soothe me." He snt down on the
log again nnd leaned his head upon his
hand. With his eyes upon the dead
dog he went on, controlling his nnger
with nn effort: "I rode down tho river
road this morning for a change, intend
ing to go up later on to our trystlng
place through the wood." She heard
him call it a trystlng place without a
thought of resentment or shame.
"When I came to the log there I stop
ped, but Bonaparte, lnwless old chnp.
kept on. I pnld no attention to him,
for I was thinking of of something
else. He had raced around in tho for
bidden underbrush for some tlmo be
fore I heard tho report of a gun near
at hand. Tho dog actually screamed
like a human being. I snw him lenp
up from the ground nnd then roll over.
Ot course, I well, I trespassed. With
out thinking of my own Bafety I flow
to whero the dog was lying. Ho look
ed up into my fnce nnd whined Just ns
he died. I don,' remember howI got
off tbe horse. The next Tknew I was
rushing blindly into the brush toward
a place where I saw smoke cursing like
a fiend. Then came tbe second shot
and the stinging in my arm. It brought
me to my senses. I stopped and a mo
ment later I saw a man running down
along the bank of the stream. I oh.
well, there isn't any more to telL I
don't know who fired the shots. I
couldn't see his face."
"It was Tompkins." she cried. "I
know it wns. lie had his orders" but
she checked herself in confusion.
"His orders? Do you mean to say
Miss Drake, did your brother Instruct
him to kill me?" She quailed beneath
his look.
"I I can't say anything more about
it, Mr. Shaw," she murmured, so plt-
eously that he wns touched. For a
seemingly interminable length of time
his hard eyes looked into hers, and
then they softened.
"I understand," he said simply. "You
cannot talk about it I'll not ask any
questions."
"My brother is weak in her hands,"
she managed to say in extenuation.
"After all. it isn't a pleasant subject
If you don't mlud we'll let It drop
that Is, between you aud me, Miss
Drake. I hope tho war won't break
off our"
"Don't suggest it, plense. I'd rather
you wouldn't We are friends, after
all. I thought it wns playing at war,
and I can't tell you how shocked I
am."
"Poor old Bonapnrte!" was all he
said in reply. She stooped and laid her
hand on the fast chilling coat of the
dog. There were tears in her eyes as
she arose and turned nwny, moving to
ward her horse. Shaw deliberately
lifted tbe dead animal into his arms
and strode off toward his own laud.
She followed after a moment of Rule-1
ei.slon, leading the horse. Across the
line he went and up tho side of the
knoll to his right At the foot of a
great tree ho tenderly deposited bis
burden. Then ho turned to And her al
iii()s'tl)esi(le lilm.
"Y'ou won't mind my coming over
hero, will you?" she nsked softly. He
reached out) nnd clasped her hand
thoughtlessly with his blood covered
fingers. It wns not until long after
ward that sbe discovered Ills blood
upon the hand from which she had
drawn her riding glove.
"Y'ou nre always welcome," ho said.
"I am going to bury him hero this aft
ernoon. No; please don't como. I'll
bring the men down to help me. I sup
pose they think I'm n coward nnd a
bounder over at your place. Do you
remember tho challenge you gave me
yesterday? You dared me to come
over the line as far into Bazelhurst
land as you had come into mine. Well,
I dared last night."
"Y'ou dared? You came?"
"Yes, and 1 went farther than you
hnvo gone, because 1 thought it wns
play, comedy, fun. I even sat upon
your gallery Just outside the billiard
room nnd smoked two cigarettes.
You'll And the stubs on the porch rail
ing if her ladysblpis servants are not
too exemplary." She was looking at
him lu wide eyed unbelief. "I wns
there when you came out on the lawn
with the Frenchman."
"Did you hear what he was what
we were saying?" sbe asked nervously
and going pale.
"No. I was not eavesdropping. Be
sides, you returned to the house very
abruptly. If you remember."
"Y'es. I remember." she snld, a sigh
of relief accompanying the warm glow
thnt came to her cheek. "But were
you not afraid of being discovered?
How imprudent of you!"
"It was a bit risky, but I rather en
Joyed It The count spoke to me as 1
left the place. It wns dark, and ho
mistook me for ono of your party. I
couldn't wait to see If you returned to
renew the tete-a-tete" -
"I did not return," sho said. It was
his turn to be relieved.
(To He Continued.)
A Log on the Track
of the fast, express means serious
trouble ahead if not removed, so
does loss of appetite. It means
lack of vitality, loss of strength
and nerve weakness. If appetite
fails, lake Eleolrie Hitlers ipiiekly
to overcome the cause by toning
up tho stomach and curing the in.
digest ion. Michael Hessheimor
of Lincoln, Nob., had been sick
over three years, but nix bid ties
of Licet ric Hitlers put him right
on his feet again. They have
helped thousands. They give
pure blood, slrong nerves, good
digestion. Only fid cents at F. (S.
Fricke & Co.
Auction Bridge, 500 and nridge
Pads at the Journal ofllce.
MICHAEL HILD
Furniture and Undertaking
Carpets, Rugs and Linoleum
South Sixth Street
Plattsmouth, -
Phones
Local Hews
From Friday's Dally.
J. H. Smith and wife of Murray
were passengers this morning for
Omaha, where they spent the day.
Leonard Meisinger and Dwight
Pal terpen were Omaha passeng
ers this afternoon, going on No.
:3.
Lee J. Mavliehi, editor of the
Louisville Courier, was in the
city today looking after business
at the court house.
Louis Spoarha.se mot with a
very painful accident this week
while- helping thresh. Ho was
struck in the arm with a pitch-
.Miss Cclia (irauf ami brother,
August, of ne.ar Murray, came up
this morning and hoarded No. 15
for the metropolis, whore they
spent the day.
Lig Hrown, the gonial, whole-
souloil farmer from Kenosha, was
in the oily today looking after
some business mutters and visit
ing with his friends.
Robert Nickels, from near Mur
ray, was in the city today looking
after some business matters. Ha
brought up with him some very
line poaches, which he sold on the
market.
Mrs. II. M. Frans of Union is
visiting at the ('.. II. Frans home
for a few days. She was a pleas
ant caller at this olllec this mortis
ing lor 1 lie purpose ot renewing
hor subscription to Ibis paper.
Pel or Moisinger, who severely
sprained bis ankle a low weeks
ago by falling from a load of hay,
was in the city today for tho llrst
lime since the accident occurred,
ami though compelled to use
crutches, ho is glad to be able to
bo out,
(ilea Campbell, of near Murray,
was a passenger on No. 15 this
morning for Omaha, whore he
looked after business matters. Mr.
Campbell is suffering with a very
sore hand, having got one of his
lingers caught in a threshing ma
chine, mashing it quite badly.
Saves Leg of Boy.
"It seemed that my li-yoar-old
boy would have to lose bis L-y, on
account of an ugly ulcer, caused
by a bad bruise," wrote L). F.
Howard, Aiiuono, N. C. "All rem
edies and doctors' treatment fail
ed till we tried Bucklen's Arnica
Salve, and cured him with one
box." Cures burns, boils, skin
eruptions, piles. 5c at F. O.
Fricke it Co.
For Assessor.
L. A. Tyson, republican can
didate for county assessor. He
sided in Cass county 40 years.
County clerk of Cass county 4
years. Your votes solicited.
If you have young children you
have perhaps noticed that dis
orders of the stomach are their
most common ailment. To cor
rect this you will llnd Chamber
lain's Stomach and Liver Tablets
excellent. They are easy and
pleasant to take, and mild and
gent In in o fled. For sale by F.
(1. Fricke & Co.
When ordering Hour ask your
grocer to send you a suck of
Forest Rose Flour the best flour
in the market.
W hen you have a bad cold you
want the best medicine obtain
able so as In -cure it w ith as little
delay as possible. Here is a
druggist's opinion: "I have sold
Chamberlain's Cough Hoinedy for
II ft eon years," says Knos Lollar
of Saratoga, Ind., "and consider
it the best on the market." For
sale by F.td. Fricke it Co.
Forest Hose Flour guaranteed
to lie as good as any flour on the
market. Sold by all loading deal
ers. Try it.
For croup or sore throat, use
I)r. Thomas' LYIeetic Oil. Two
sizes, LTic and Title. At all drug
stores.
247
Nebraska
