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Copyrieht. 1905. by Charles Morris Butler.
CHAPTER XXVIII.—Continued.
It was thought by Denver that the
retreat to civilization should be begun
at once, while the confusion reigned
on the inside, and before the main
entrance to the tunnel should be dis
covered.
When the party reached the main
quarters in the cave, the plunder was
divided up as to weight and value. It
was estimated by the leaders that
considerably more than a million had
been captured, besides a large quant
ity of rare “Gems'' and the counter
feiting plate which fell to Lang alone.
When darkness fell, the cavalcade
set out. The party was rather handi
capped for lack of horses, on extras
being procured. Some of the hardy
rangers started out on foot, leading
their mounts, trying to keep their
stock fresh for the race they expected
would follow detection when their
flight was discovered.
An advance and rear guard were
placed over the train to guard against
surprise. The party had not pro- ,
ceded very far before word was sent
in from the front and rear both that ;
suspicion pointed towards an ambush j
and trap. The lines were drawn up ,
closer and preparations made to en
gage in a running fight; the idea be
ing to put as much space between the
rangers and the city during the night
as possible, to get into the open coun
try before any real fighting would be
gin.
To chronicle in detail the adven
tures of each of the important char
acters in this history would take up
too much space—and their mode of
escape or death would be so similiai
that it could hardly be of interest. Suf
fice to say, then, that there was a
running fight kept up between the ;
regulars and a band of convicts all
the night long.
The regulators were handicapped
by desiring to retain possession of
the treasure as well as to escape. To
do this, all the horses were massed in
the center of the party, while two out
of every three of their riders were ‘
sent in advance and around to draw
off the fire. The Denver party went
to work systematically, forming a
fill the coach, so only 14 others were
chosen by lottery; eight of the best
and most spirited horses were then
hitched to the coach and the regula
tors took their placts, armed to the
teeth.
It fell to the lot of Philip Farnum to
drive the quintette. But Louis Lang
was no coward, and knowing the
chances the driver had of ever living
to get the coach outside the enclosure,
mounted the box with him, ready to
grab the lines in case Farnum was
wounded. Lang protected himself as
much as possible by placing a box and
a few rail supports on the top of the
coach in a manner that would give
the out'®ws but <fne direction to shoot
at him.
The intention of the coach party
was to cut an opening through the
mob when they least expected it; to
cause confusion by stampeding the
horses and to draw off a large part of
the outlaws after the coach to enable
the regulators to withdraw from the
farm carrying the treasure with them.
Each moment was precious, for the
convicts were being constantly re-in
forced by strangers, fully armed, and
who imbued spirit into the attacking
squad by force of numbers.
At last the moment came for action.
The regulators prepared to open the
gate preparatory to sending the coach
out into the crowd. The gate swung
in. the teams whipped into a madden
ing gallop, but guided by a master
hand, carried the coach loaded with
human freight into the very center of
the convict camp. Then real fighting
began from the coach. The crack of
guns were heard from all sides, but as
luck would have it. the onslaughter
was very much a surprise and the
coach got fairly through the crowd be
fore the truth dawned upon the out
laws.
The time necessarily taken up in
capturing and mounting their horses
gave the coach a good start. The out
laws not knowing but that the gold
was being sent out this way. had to
give chase, and a running fight was
kept up for perhaps a half hour, be
fore the convicts succeeded in crip
pling the horses to such an extent
“String me up at once and be done with it.”
square with sentinels about twenty
feet apart each way. Knowing just
where each man was stationed, the
rangers fired repeatedly at their ene
mies with certain results, while the
convicts were unable to distinguish
friend from foe and often shot at one
another by mistake.
When dawn broke the rangers with
their treasure were within sight of
Sub-station No. 1. and there they were
reinforced by Johnson, four rebellious
German girls, who could wield a gun
as well as some of the men, and about
twenty head of horses. This placed
the regulators in very much better
condition, as there were not over twice
as many convicts pursuing them, and
their stock in condition.
The Paradisians were reinforced
during the day by the inhabitants of
the surrounding stations and new
stock which, when evening came,
made it look quite blue for the treas
ure party. It was evident to Denver
that if the convicts should make a de
termined rush that his little band
would be overpowered, not. however
without loss of life to the citizens. If
the citizens had been as brave and
fearless a band of fighters as were
Hanchett's troops, the fight would not
have lasted an hour. But different
motions actuated the two rival fac
tions. One was fighting for life, the
other simply to regain a fortune.
Just as evening fell again the Den
ver party arrived in sight of a range
farm house, a huge wooden structure,
shedlike, surrounded by a fence of
rock and turf, making quite a place of
defense. By consent of the owner,
who came down from his house to
meet the party and find out what the
matter was. the Denver party were
allowed to drive into the enclosure and
there for a time secure from attack
rest their steeds and get a bite to eat.
The man dared not harbor our friends
for any great length of time, for fear
of the consequences—neither did the
rangers dare to remain very long for
year that too big a crowd could be
amassed who could simply overwhelm
them by force of numbers.
In the yard was a coach belonging
to the Overland Mail Line, which had
been abandoned by the owners during
a raid made by prairie outlaws. A des
perate scheme was concocted by Den
ver. The outlaws had so surrounded
the enclosure that it was next to im
possible to get out into the opening
without great loss of life; but it would
be necessary to get out, and the quick
er the better, while the convicts lit
tle thought the rangers would do so.
Denver’s scheme was to form an at
tacking party, by fitting the coach
with men, and attempt to ride into the
very midst of the gang dealing as
much destruction as possible.
Lots were drawn by the rangers to
see who would form the party; each
man knowing full well that he was
risking his very life on slim chances.
Denver and Lang volunteered to be
of the party of sixteen who were to
that the coach was brought to a stand
still. The darkness aided the regu
lators more than the convicts and
many ot the pursuers bit the dust be
fore the coach was surrounded. Then
for about five minutes ensued a hand
to-hand struggle, but finally the regu
lars were either overpowered and cap
tured, killed, or had been enabled to
escape in the darkness. Among those
who had managed to escape in the
darkness were Louis Lang and Far
num.
And among the captured and alive
was Jim Denver!
The loss of a number killed, the
chagrin of not recapturing the treas
ure, so enraged the outlaws that they
were little better than wild Indians.
Schiller was among the victorious
party, and his rage was something
| terrible. He recognized Denver at
once—as did Bill Hawks, wounded but
still in fighting shape. Both of these
worthies had only been released from
the treasury vault upon promise of
doing something desperate to regain
the treasure stolen, and were on their
mettle to save their own necks.
The helpless Jim was kicked and
cuffed and spit upon. He was hacked
and cut most unmercifully by the en
raged convicts, who recognized in him
the head and front of the expedition
which had cost them the loss of for
tune and homes and the loss of many
of their kind. They would have torn
Jim limb from limb if they had not
been restrained by a few led by Schil
ler, who desired to see a hanging!
Near by was a clump of trees—an
oasis in the desert of prairie—and to
ward this Jim was carried for the last
act in his drama of life. Through it
all Jim acted heroically, and stood the
taunts and jeers and tortures like a
I martyr. Though he felt that his doom
was sealed, Denver uttered no cry. nor
begged for mercy. The only request
he made was: “String me up at once
and be done with it.”
Then Schiller thought to make Den
ver beg and cringe for mercy by de
laying his death. “You will swing
soon enough,” retorted Schiller, “but
before you do we shall allow you to
look upon the cringing, tossing forms
of a couple of your confederates!
Death, instantaneous, would be too
easy a let-off for you!”
Jim shuddered, and tears, the only
ones that ever came to his eyes,
dropped down his hardened face at the
sight of two of his half-dead comrades
slowly strung up to the trees with
ropes around their necks. But he did
not cry for mercy—neither did he at
tempt to buy his freedom, which he
could possibly have done. At last,
after, as it seemed, an age to Jim, he
stood beneath a tree with a halter
around his neck, while swinging by
his side were the blackened bodies of
his comrades.
While Schiller was fastening the
rope around Denver’s neck, a great
shout went up: “To the train! To the
money! We can save it yet!” and
during the silence which for a moment
prevailed, far in the distance could
be heard the rapid discharge of fire
arms—and now and then the gleam
of a light could be seen like the wav
ing of a torch!
In a moment the desire to obtain
money overpowered the convicts’
sense of gratification which the mob
would have experienced in seeing Jim
Denver strung up, and a few on the
outskirts mounted their steeds pre
paratory to following after the regu
lators’ train.
“String him up and leave him tied
to the tree,” was Hawks' orders, and
quick as a wink was Denver swung ofl
into air, and the end of the rope tied
around the tree.
Scarce was this ghastly deed per
formed before the whole gang set off
hunting for the rapidly disappearing
treasure train, as guided by the noise
of firing and the flaring of torches.
And Jim Denver’s body was left
swaying in the breeze!
(To be continued.)
ALMOST A PARDONABLE DECEIT.
Woman's Triumph Over Envious
Friend, Mrs. Shoddy.
The portly woman in the cross seat
of a Subway car was confiding in her
thin friend in a voice which was heard
above the rattle of the train.
“I had just picked out the table I
wanted—a trim little thing to fit in a
corner of my parlor—when who should
come in but that horrid Mrs. Shoddy. 1
wouldn't have her know, for the world,
that I was paying only $3.50 for the
table, so I turned to one marked $18
before she saw me.
'"Buying a table?’ she asked, with
that deceitful smile of hers.
“‘Yes,’ I said coolly. ‘I have almost
decided upon this one,’ I said, pointing
out the expensive affair.
“You should have seen her face.
‘Isn’t it rather expensive?’ she said.
“ ‘Oh, no,’ I said. ‘You can’t expect
to get good things for nothing. Send
that table to my address.’ I said to
the salesman. ‘I'll pay for it on de
livery.' Then I walked out. I waited
outside until Mrs. Shoddy went away,
then ran back to the store, counter
manded the order for the $18 table and
took the one for $3.50. I was sorry
afterward that I hadn’t selected a
table worth about $100 just to spite
that woman.”—New York Press.
Still Had Hopes.
Mr. Tyte-Phist had scraped an ac
quaintance with another passenger
on the train.
“From Cincinnati, are you?” he
asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“In business there?”
“Yes.”
“Long?”
“Seventeen years.”
“Do you know a man named Hur
dlestone?”
“I don't recall any such man just
now.”
“Rasselas Hurdlestone—he has b
hare lip and he’s crosseyed. You’d
know him in a minute if you saw
him. Walks with a kind of stoop. He
went to Cincinnati twenty-seven years
ago, and I reckon he is there yet. Had
a short, stubby mustache the last
time I saw him. Can't you seem to
remember him now?”
“No,” said the other passenger. “I
have no recollection of him. Is he a
relative?”
“Gosh, no.” said Mr. Tyte-Phist. “I
lent the measly cuss twenty-five cents
the day before he went away from our
town, and I’d kind o’ like to get on
track of him that’s all.”—Chicago Tri
bune.
England’s Semi-Tropical Vegetation.
Few people have any idea that
within five hours’ railway journey
from London there is a semi-tropical
belt equal to many in South Africa.
Ten minutes only by steamer across
the sound from Plymouth will con
vince the most skeptical of this fact.
In the private gardens belonging to
the Earl o* Mount Edgecumbe there
is one more sheltered than the rest,
though only separated by a short but
stiff climb from the sea below. Here in
the open flourish all the year round
fine tree camelias of the true Cape va
rieties—rich and pink and creamy
white, one tree exhibiting the peculiar
ity of both colors blossoming at once;
sturdy blue gums grow here twenty
feet high; fine clumps of giant and
dwarf bamboo, splendid fruit and
tree palms, the aromatic nutmeg and
other spices, enormous geraniums,
ferns from all parts of the world, and
last, but not least, healthy oranges,
lemons and citrons, all growing vigor
ously on their respective trees—a won
derful testimony to the mildness of
the South Devon and Cornish coasts.
—Pall Mall Gazette.
Misjudged the Chinese Cook.
A professional man has a Chinese
cook and he recently instructed John
to make a large handsome cake for
a birthday occasion. When the cake
appeared on the table it was a tri
umph of art. frosted and decorated
with great skill, but to the surprise
of everyone present it bore the in
itials “J. C.,” which were not those of
any member of the family.
Reluctantly, but certainly, the host
was forced to the conclusion that
John’s religious enthusiasm had be
come perverted. The more eonserva
tive of the guests were shocked, and
after the feast was over the host went
to explain to John why those initials
must not be used for such purposes
in future. As the explanation pro
ceeded John became much excited.
“Oh hellee, dam no!” he exclaimed.
“Him Jelly Cake!”—New York Sun.
Couldn’t See Rogers.
H. J. Allen, editor of the Ottawa
(Kan.) Herald, tells of his efforts to
interview H. H. Rogers when the
Standard OH magnate’s special train
stopped at his town.
“Get ofT that, you,” yelled a voice
from the inside.
Upon the next car Allen reached the
°econd step.
“Was you aiming to see any pusson
aroun’ here?” inquired a dark com
plexioned party. He swung himself
carefully on one foot and moved the
other through the air as though to try
its movement.
“You all clear outen dis, and do hit
lively,” said the porter. “Mistah Rog
ers doan allow to be seen by nobody
at no time, least of all no newspaper
folk.”
Life’s Seasons.
From his fingers to his toes,
Back again to Baby's nose.
Pinker than the pinkest rose.
Gurgling softly as he goes.
Free from e’en the trilling woes, ! .
Is the Spring of Life.
Rushing, tearing, schoolboy fun.
Laughing, chaffing, does he run.
Aimless! when his work is done.
Thoughtful! when the task begun.
Happy that the times have come.
The Summer of his Life.
Now his hair is tinged with gray.
Straight the path before him lay.
World wealth gathered in the way.
Strewn with roses, thorns astray.
Many toned the passing day.
The Autumn of his Life.
To this life, his heart he gave.
Tears and blessings, his to save,
Now in twilights, softly wave.
Bending grasses o’er his grave.
Chained he lies. Death's silent slave.
The Winter of his Life.
—Marion B. Owens in Sunset Magazine
for October.
Fighting Spirit in Family.
“Do you know,” said the Doctor,
'‘that Lieut. Stephen G. Grubb, who
saved Sherman ammunition at Resa
ca, had four brothers in the Union
army? Stephen G. Grubb was with the
Illinois contingent of the family,and
enlisted at Ottawa early in 1861, in
Capt. Charles Houghtaling’s battery
(C, First Illinois artillery), and saw
hard service in the Western armies,
serving until June 12, 1865. About
the same time Edmund Grubb enlist
ed in company I, Second Pennsylvania
calvary, and the three other brothers
in different Eastern regiments.
“Stephen G. Grubb was promoted
in due time to First Lieutenant, and
in May, 1864, was serving as ordinance
officer in charge of the immense
quantity of ammunition stored at Re
saca for use in Sherman's campaign
against Atlanta. One day the great
pilet of ammunition was set on fire
by the lightning, and Lieut. Grubb and
Dan R. Anderson of the First Ken
tucky infantry went among the ex
ploding shells and put the fire out.
“That was a gallant act to remain
unrecognized by the government.
However, that story has been told,
although I never heard it until a few
weeks ago. Then it reminded me of
an adventure of another Grubb, which,
while less heroic, showed the same
quality of courage and daring. In
the later months of 1863 Edmund
Grubb, first sergeant, company I, Sec
ond Pennsylvania calvary, and his
chum, “My” Southwick, were at their
homes in Crawford county, Pennsyl
vania, on veteran furlough.
“They had been ordered to take the
train at Meadville for return to the
front on a certain day. The day be
fore that fixed for their departure
there was a riot at Meadville in which
two soldiers were killed and others
wounded. As the mob controlled the
city the United States marshal of the
district notified Grubb and other sol
diers of the county that it would be
advisable for them to take the train
two miles from Meadvillle, so as to not
ccme in conflict with the mob.
“Grubb rebelled against this order
and declared he would take the train
at Meadville or he wouldn't take it
at all. Southwick joined him at the
Grubb home. They had their cavalry
sabers and their Colt revolvers with
them, but no ammunition. They made
or secured ammunition, and on the
appointted day went to Meadville.
Their friends accompanied them in a
wagon until they met the mob ready
for action. Then, under orders of
Serg. Grubb, the friends retired and
the Sergeant and Southwick went for
ward to meet the mob.
“The leader of the mob explained
that no soldier would be permitted to
board any train at Meadville. Grubb
explained that he and his comrade
had been ordered to take the train
at Meadville; that they were veteran
soldiers and must obey orders; that
they were both good shots and handy
with the saber, and that if necessary
they would shoot or cut their way
through by force that obstructed their
march. Thereupon he and South
wick drew their sabers, cocked their
revolvers, and side by side marched
down the street. The mob made way
for them, but followed threateningly.
Eut the two soldiers marched down
the main street and boarded their
train
"Grubb served through the war, but
Southwick was killed at the crossing
of the Rapidan. One morning he
came to Grubb then in command
of the company, and said his time
had come. He had a severe pain in
the chest and had a presentiment
that he was to be shot just where the
pain was severest. Grubb tried to
laugh him out of the despondency,
showing him that there was no sign
of a fight anywhere. In the afternoon
the regiment was ordered forward,
went unexpectedly into a fight, and
Southwick was struck where he said
he would be and was killed.”—Chi
cago Inter Ocean.
A Postponed Christmas.
December. 1863. the night before
Christmas (the time above all others
when our thoughts were of home)
found the Seventh Ohio Cavalry on
outpost duty closely observing the
veteran army of Gen. Longstreet,
then in upper Tennessee.
The Christmas feast was by no
means ready for either the Confed
erate or Union troops in East Tennes
see. as both armies were then living
off the country, which had long before
been almost denuded of every edible
thing suitable for man or beast. The
veteran cavalrymen of our regiment
were sharing their exceedingly light
rations with their horses, five nub
bins of corn per day for each man and
his horse being the generous allow
ance from our limited supplies.
Under these circumstances it was
recessary to postpone our Christmas
dinner until the February following.
By this time Longstreet had retired
from East Tennessee to rejoin Gen.
Lee’s army preparatory to the cam
paign in Virginia against Gen. Grant
In February we found ourselves re
lieved from duty in close proximity to
the enemy, and in order to recuperate
our men and horses, took station in'
Tuckaleechee Cove, at the base of the
Great Smoky Mountains, south of
Knoxville, near the North Carolina
line. Here there was fairly good
grazing for our horses, and moder
ately generous foraging opportuni
ties for the men. It was here and in
the month of February that we had
our Christmas dinner. Somewhere
and somehow (it was not for me to
know’or to ask) our mess had secur
ed a turkey—maybe a wild one. which
tad been killed in trying to bite some
of our boys—and under the skilful
hands of Private Sam Woods of Co.
I., the most expert cook in the regi
ment, the turkey was roasted over a
fire of live coals., which Sam, with
the utmost care, had prepared and
arranged. The turkey was suspended
from a rigging of poles at the proper
distance from the coals, and by the
dexterous hand of Sam was kept gent
ly turning around and around that the
roasting process might properly pro
ceed. Out of the sky had dropped a
mess of sweet potatoes along with
some pickled cabbage, much like
sauerkraut, which went to complete
our Christmas dinner. Our mess,
composed of the colonel, the surgeon
and the adjutant, sat close by to
watch proceedings, to “shoo away”
self-invited guests, who had been at
1 traded to our camp fire by the aroma
| of the roasting turkey, and incident
i ally to wipe our watering mouths and
to frequently ask Sam if he could
! not hurry matters along a little faster,
as we had our appetites with us. It
seemed to us hungry souls that never
before did it take so long to roast a
turkey.
As we were nearing the completion
of the repast a little rainstorm passed
over, but soon the sun shone brightly,
showing the tops of the mountains
tippel with snow. We were all in a
frame of mind to enjoy this beautiful
tut fleeting scene, when Sam, the
cook, pointing to the snow-capped
mountains, said: “Gentlemen, there
is ice cream for desert, help your
selves.”
. As I look back now through the
vista of forty years, never before or
since did a Christmas dinner taste so
good as that one of turkey, sweet
potatoes and sauerkraut, all topped
off with ice cream on the mountains.
—Los Angeles Times.
Colonel Walker Dead.
The death of Col. Ivan N. Walker,
past commander-in-chief, G. A. R.. and
assistant adjutant general of the de
partment of Indiana, G. A. R„ is re
ported from Indianapolis. Col. Walker
attended the last national encamp
ment at Denver and marched in the
parade, but his ill-health was apparent
in his shrunken face and figure. He
had been ill ever since his return from
Denver and died Sept. 22 of uremic
poisoning.
Comrade Walker had a long and
conspicuous career in the war of the
rebellion, in Indiana politics r.nd in
the Grand Army of the Republic. He
went out in the beginning of the war
in an Indiana regiment and later be
came lieutenant-colonel of the Seven
ty-third Indiana. He was captured in
the Streight raid and suffered a long
period of imprisonment. On his dis
charge from the army he returned
home and resumed the practice of law,
but was from time to time appointed
to important state offices, the duties
of which he discharged to the great
credit of himself and the state. He
was always an active member in
the G. A. R., and in 1891 was elected
Commander of the Department of
Indiana. G. A. R. He was elected
Senior Vice Commander-in-Chief at In
dianapolis in 1893. In 1895 he was
elected Commander-in-Chief of the
Grand Army of the Republic and gave
the order a very successful adminis
tration. Of late years he has been
one of the Indiana Commissioners of
Railroad Taxation. He was a brave,
devoted soldier of the Republic, and
since the war had been a loyal com
rade and an excellent public spirited
citizen. He had many friends in every
part of the country, who will sincerely
mourn his death—New York Press.
Had to Have His Tobacco.
Dr. R. B. Woodward, mayor of Som
erset, Ohio, a position of honor be
has held for the past seventeen years,
having before that been in the village
council for a matter of six years, is
also a veteran soldier. He fought un
der Sheridan and was his intimate
friend at home. Dr. Woodward is one
of the younger set, being only 66
years of age, and, according to the
local way of figuring, is good for thirty
or forty years more of useful life. Dr.
Woodward recently regaled some
friends with this story, which, he re
lates, Gen. Sheridan told to him the
last time he and the General talked of
their war experiences:
“ ‘It was during the fiercest fighting
or the battle of Cedar Creek,’ said the
General, ‘that an Irish gunner came up
in apparent great haste, saying: “Have
yez anny t’baccy, Gineral?”
“ ‘I handed him my plug, from which
he bit a mouthful, and, having placed
it comfortably within his jaw, said:
“ * “Tank yez, Gineral. Now O’ll git
back to me wurrk an’ sind thim John
nies some complemints they’d be glad
t’ be missin’.” ’
‘“You’re all right now?’
“ ‘Oi am thot—inthviy. But, Gin
eral, a mon can’t fight wurrth a dom
widdout t’baccy.’ ”
Daughters of Veterans.
Miss Martin, the newly elected
president, with thirteen other enthusi
astic yovmg women, founded the
Daughters of Veterans twenty years
ago, at Massilon, Ohio. She was na
tional secretary of the organization
for two consecutive terms, junior
vice president for one term, and was
elected senior vice president at the
convention last year. She organized
the Department of Ohio and has held
every office in Its bestowal.
The Daughters of Veterans is the
most exclusive of all the woman aux
iliaries of the Grand Army, as it ad
mits to its membership only daugh
ters and granddaughters of veterans.
The motto of the association is “Lest
we forget,” and last year a large snm
was expended by it in relief work
among the destitute old soldiers and
their families.
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to Swamp-Root, and it Roes rieht to the spot and drives
disease out of the system. It has cured me. making me
stronger and better in every way. and I cheerfully recom
mend it to all sufferers.
Gratefully yours.
Mbs. A. L. Walkeb, 331 East Linden St., Atlanta. Ga.
Weak and unhealthy kidneys are responsible
for many kinds of diseases, and if permitted to
continue much suffering and fatal results are
sure to follow. Kidney trouble irritates the
nerves, makes you dizzy, restless, sleepless and
irritable. Makes you pass water often during
the day and obliges you to get up many times
during the night. Unhealthy kidneys cause
rheumatism, gravel, catarrh of the bladder, pain
or dull ache in the back, joints and muscles;
make your head ache and back ache, cause indi
gestion, stomach and liver trouble, you get a
sallow, yellow complexion, make you feel as
though you had heart trouble; you may have
plenty of ambition, hut no strength; get weak
and waste away'.
The cure for these troubles is Dr. Kilmer’s
Swamp-Root, the world-famous kidney remedy.
In taking Swamp-Root you afford natural help
to Nature, for Swamp-Root is the most perfect
healer and gentle aid to the kidneys that is
known to medical science.
DR. KILMER’S
SWAMP-ROOT
Kidney,Liver & Bladder
CURE.
DIRECTION'S.
mat Tak i one, two or three
teospocnfule tv tor# or eftsr
ineals Rad etbediime.
Children less according to a***
May commence witn small
doRrt andl r.creoss to full done
or more, u the cm would
•earn to require.
Thfe greet remedy eoree eT
kidney,! iver, hledder end Uric
Acid trouble* end disorders
due to week kHneyi,euch e*
eeterrh of the bladder, gravel,
rheumatism, lumbago and
Bright's Disease, which la the
worst form of k Uine v disease.
It is pleasant to take.
rmEPABro osar wr
DR. KHMER ft CO.,
BINGHAMTON, N. T.
Sold by all Druggists.
How to Find Out
If there is any doubt in your mind as to your
condition, take from your urine on rising1 about
four ounces, place it in a glass or bottle and let
it stand twenty-four hours. If on examination
it is milky or cloudy, if there is a brick-dust set
tling, or if small particles float around in it, your
kidneys are in need of immediate attention."
Swamp-Root is pleasant to take and is used in
the leading hospitals, recommended by phy
sicians in their private practice, and is taken by
doctors themselves who have kidney ailments,
because they recognize in it the greatest and
most successful remedy for kidney, liver and
bladder troubles.
If you are already convinced
that Swamp-Root is what you
need, you can purchase the
regular fifty-cent and one
dollar size bottles at the drug
stores everywhere. Don’t
make any mistake, hut remem
ber the name, Swamp-Root,
Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root, and
the address, Binghamton, N.
Y., on every bottle.
EDITORIAL NOTE.—So successful is
Swamp-Root in promptly curing even
the most distressing cases of kidney,
liver or bladder troubles, that to prove
its wonderful merits you may have a
sample bottle and a book of valuable
information, both sent absolutely free
by mail. The book contains many of
the thousands upon thousands of testi
monial letters received from men and
women cured. The value and success
of Swamp-Root is so well known that
i our readers are advised to send for a
, sample bottle. In sending your address
| to Dr. Kilmer & Co., Binghamton. N.
Y., be sure to say you read this gener
ous offer in this paper. The proprietors
of this paper guarantee the genuine
ness of this offer.
COUPON
Please write or fill in this coupon with your
name and address and Dr. Kilmer & Co., will
send you a Free Sample Bottle ol Swamp-Root
the Creat kidney Remedy.
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