Leap City Northwestern
J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher.
LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA.
Peace.
Making peace with an ax is dimin
ishing in popularity among modern
rulers. With the ancients, however,
the above means seemed to be the
■ only kind that really counted. Caesar,
after laying waste a Gaelic province,
reported in his gentlemanly Latin:
"The barbarians are pacified.” It is
related that a Gothic ruler once be
came converted to the Christian faith.
After mourning for some weeks over
jhe blindness of his people he called
a general conference of his chiefs. At
his right hand stood a missionary, at
his left hand a gigantic executioner,
who held a broadax suggestively rest
ing on the block. "Friends,” said the
king, "i have brought you here this
morning in order to teach you the
great truths of Christianity.” Reli
gious enlightenment came easy in that
state. These events occurred before
the principles of arbitration were un
derstood. The aim of our modern
peace conference, says Collier's Week-'
ly, is to teach the spirit of tranquillity
to the individuals who form the units
of the nation. The number is increas
ing of those who have the most defi
nite and conclusive reasons for be
lieving that righteousness and peace
shou.'d go hand in hand. The world
needs peace. There is plenty of room
for a pacific doctrine on the German
frontier, as well as on the Nevada
border, where the miner said to the
sheriff: "I reckon there would ‘a- been
trouble if 1 hadn't shot the guy.”
Helping People to Self-Help.
In America we are just learning
that the greatest gift you can give a
blind man is the ability to earn his
own living. Denmark extends that
boon to the halt and maimed as well
as to the blind. A workman crippled
in a Danish factory knows precisely
what to do. He goes to the school for
disabled workers and learns to sup
port himself without the lost arm or
leg or finger, as the case may be. The
school has made an exhaustive study
of trade chances for crippled folk. It
provides tools, food, medicine and free
orthopedic treatment for its unfortu
nate pupils, buys their woyk as soon
as it is saleable, and once they know a
trade finds them positions. Here, says
Mary Bronson Hartt In the World's
Work, is a prophecy for the future
extension of the American movement
for the industrial independence of the
blind.
M. T. Oblaski writes in the Revue
Scientiiique concerning the North
American Indians, particularly those
of Canada. He is pessimistic as to
their future. He notices two princi
pal types of’red men. One comes
from the regions of the Pacific, is of
small stature, slender limbed, fond of
the water, non-aggressive, and indo
lent. The other is taller, stronger,
has more prominent features, abides
by the land, is gay, and fond of hunt
ing. He finds the Canadian Indian
much more civilized than the Indian
of the United States. But, from a
Darwinian point of view, he foresees
the ultimate disappearance Of these
aborigines. Among them there is no
struggle for existence; for they are
housed, fed and educated by the gov
ernment: and for this reason natural
selection has been interfered with.
The evils of civilization have taken
hold of them, and will destroy them.
When the Paris cab drivers attempt
ed to make it impossible for half a
dozen women to earn a living driving
cabs in the city, the chivalrous
Frenchmen went out of their way to
hire the women drivers. They were
readily distinguished at a distance by
their uniform of a low-crowned hat
and a flowing cape. The women are
doing a good business—so good, in
fact, that certain men drivers who
have lost their trade have resorted to
the trick of discarding their own tall
hats and coats and adopting the -wo
men's cape and low hat. The passen
ger who hails them does not discover
the masquerade of the driver till it is
too late to send the man away without
being laughed at by the people on the
street. There is business enough so
that the women, even with this unfair
competition, continue to prosper.
Whatever others may think, a small
boy of New Hampshire has the proper
opinion of his mother. He has sent a
photograph of her to the managers of
a New England beauty contest, with
a brief note declaring that she is not
only the most beautiful woman, but
the best mother in the world.
Cleopatra was pretty fast in her
barge, but she never had the accom
modations of a modern swift steam
yacht. If she possessed them she
would, no doubt, have emigrated to
America and avoided that little trou
ble with the asp.
That rush ef immigration is in full
swing. About 15,000 aliens are seek
ing admission to this country through
the Ellis Island station, and still there
are more to follow. The year is to be
a record breaker.
The Cleveland street-cleaning de
partment uses an electrical process to
remove the solder from the tin cans
that are picked up by the gamage
wagons, and as a result is selling
about $3,000 worth of solder a year.
Of course, every other big city will
now proceed to do the same.
President Eliot, whose modesty is a
candle to his merit, must have been
surprised when some of the Harvard
the greatest living
boys called him
CHAPTER VII.—Continued.
So far as it lay in my power, I
would perform my self-imposed task
in a direct and businesslike method.
As to this method, a dozen extrava
gant courses of action occurred to me
at once. Of the dozen I selected two
aB possible.. •
“Every English gentleman comes of
a race of warriors,” the mysterious
woman of the reading room had said
to me last night. Miss Brett, berag an
Englishwoman, had the blood of sol
diers in her veins The physical cour
age of the battlefield, then, must ap
peal to her. If, for instance, I should
enlist in the Foreign Legion, there
was the Legion cf Honor to be won.
The little ribbon would tell its elo
quent story.
But Willougliby'3 life had been lost
amid the dread silence of the white
snows. I looked long and earnestly
where the sun touched the mountain
top with a rosy light out of the morn-'
ing mists. The mountains seemed to
beckon, to wait for me.
I had shuddered—I still shuddered,
as I thought of their awful gloom and
lonelhrelss. And yet they seemed to
beckon—to wait for me. I had been
helpless and weak. They had con
quered me. Well, I must return to
conquer them. Their very immensity
need not appal me. Man’s glory is to
subdue the vast forces of nature—to
make them his own.
I thought of the Hospice of St.
Bernard. There for centuries men
had even laid down their lives to save
the perishing. Well, why should I not
be one of the little band for the time
being? Why should I not become a
novitiate in the order? A few months
of arduous training, and I should be
ready for the battle.
If I went to the monastery and told
the good father superior of the sacred
vow I had made, would he laugh at
me for a madman, or would he under
stand and help me to fulfill it?
I began the day, therefore, vaguely
hopeful. I no longer permitted my
self to be troubled at the whispers of
servants and guests. 1 even courted
the society of my fellowmen. f paid
my two francs admission to the kur
saal. and listened with real enjoyment
to its excellent orchestra.
My coat was lightly brushed.
There was a faint but exquisite per
fume. I glanced, as did a dozen
others,, at the woman who was pass
in!.
The small, but superbly poised fig
ure, gowned, with a marvelous sim
plicity, paused by my side a fraction
of a second. It was my acquaintance
of the reading room again, and she
had murmured a good morning. A
dozen had noted the greeting and en
vied me.
I did not return it. She continued
her way daintily, punishing me for my
rudeness by smiling across at me
mockingly as she seated herself at
my right. There was something of a
childish, almost fairy malice in the
illusive smile.
The intermission came. All the
world pushed back their chairs, and
made their way through glazed doors
at the rear, whence an electric bell
rang persistently. The motley crowd
of officers, tourists, and such of the
society of Lucerne as was at the
kursaal passed through the glazed
doors to play the petits chevaux—a
rather harmless form of dissipation,
a gambling toy that permits > one to
lose at the most a five-franc piece.
1 mingled with the crowd about the
green-baize table on which the little
metal horses were whirling around an
imaginary race course. A croupier
changed a 50-franc note for me. I
tossed a coin on one of the numbers;
and lost. I staked another coin, this
time against the field. Again I lost.
I staked all my five-franc pieces but
two.
While 1 weighed them thoughtfully
in my palm, my arm was touched
lightly. It was my adventuress of
the reading room once more. She
lifted her eyebrows in whimsical con
cern at my ill luck.
"Even these little horses, you see,
madam, know that I am . to be
shunned," I said in a low voice.
"My friend,” she smiled, vivacious
ly. “they are simply frightened at
your black face. They are sensitive,
the little horses. But if you coax—
we shall see. Allons, we will be pru
dent, a little shining franc on number
27. Now, if my brave horses only
know that it is I who am asking them
to win for us, we shall win.”
"Ne rien va plus,” croaked an offi
cial in a dingy dress suit and crumpled
shirt bosom. He spun the mechanism
briskly between two bony fingers and
thumb. The tiny Jockeys in blue, buff,
green, and red sped swiftly around
the course. Presently they straggled
one behind the other, and came to
a pause. The croupier stretched out
his rake, and drew in our two shining
francs with the other winnings of the
bank.
I turned to her sternly.
I cried in tragic dismay.
‘You see?”
"Pouf! A little patience, monsieur.
It is the jockeys who are sulky. I
hare forgotten to blow them a kiss.
Quick, a five-franc piece, the maxi
mum, on the field. This time we shall
certainly win.”
Three times i i succesion we won—
now at even odds, now with the odds
in our favor. Hut again the electric
bell rang. She shrugged her shoul
ders. and made a moue of regret.
“Alas! At the hour of our triumph
the voice of art clanors.”
We returned to the concert room.
"Is it not strange,” she murmured
after a pause in the music, “that one
longs so much for what is just befbnd
one's reach, while other fruit, as
sweet, may be plucked for the ask
iB*r
“You speak in riddles, madam,” I
said, coldly. Frankly, I had not placed
her exactly as that sort of a woman.
“Riddles?” She lifted her eye
brows, hesitating. “I mean, Mr. Had
don. that I should be so glad if we
might be friends.”
I was unconvinced. “You are too
generous,” I said, ironically. “Does
your interest in mankind embrace all
the world?”
“But you have been unfortunate,”
she said, softly. “Are you angry that
I should be sorry for you?”
“I am perplexed, at least.”
“if you are only perplexed, I shall
not despair.” She smiled at me gayly
across the table, her elbows support
ing the clasped hands that framed her
exquisite beauty. "Come, are we to
be friends?”
"I remember,” I said, boldly, "when
I was at college, a story of Socrates
that pointed an obvious moral. Would
you like to hear it?”
She made a mock grimace. “Oh,
Socrates, monsieur, and a philoso
pher! And a philosopher henpecked
by his wife Xantippe! Am I one to
do with a henpecked philosopher?
Regard me seriously, monsieur, and
tell me. But if you insist—your story;
I shall listen patiently.”
“The henpecked philosopher, then,”
I began somewhat grimly, “tells us
that when Hercules had attained man
hood he set out on a journey to see
the world, and presently came to a
parting of two ways. He hesitated
as to which way he slipuld
choose. While he hesitated there
appeared two maidens, each of
whom protested that she would lead
him the way that he should go. One
of these maidens was clad chastely in
shortly. “I am to be of use to you,
then—and how?"
"Gently, monsieur! First of all,
are we to be friends?”
“And again gently,” I returned with
caution. “Your name, if you j,re seri
ous.”
A rosy-faced page pushed his way
toward us, salver in hand. It was at
our table he paused. On the salver
was a telegram.
“For me?” cried my companion
eagerly.
The boy nodded, but before he
could hand the telegram to her, I had
seized it myself. I made a gesture,
signifying that I asked her consent
to read the name addressed on the en
velope. She smiled, but reluctantly,
I thought.
“Madame Sophie de Varnier,” I
read aloud, before I passed the tele
gram to her.
She tore the envelope open with a
jeweled cross that hung from her
chatelaine. As she read the message,
she became frightfully pale; she
swayed in her seat. It was not grief
so much as utter despair that pros
trated her.
“Dead!” She repeated the word in
French more than once in a dazed
voice. “Dead, but it is incredible!"
The seconds passed. I did not
speak; I regarded her with concern.
A beautiful woman is always danger
ous, but a beautiful woman in trouble
is doubly so. The friendship she had
lightly begged of me a moment ago,
I was tempted to offer seriously now.
She had piqued and fascinated me.
Now her unhappiness touched my
heart.
But suddenly I doubted. Was it a
clever ruse, this advent of the tele
gram so aply timed? Was she a con
summate actress, confident of her
dupe? No; the agony the message
had caused her was undoubtedly genu
ine. When she looked at me, it was
with eyes heavy with despair. When
at last she spoke, her eyes burned
fiercely, her voice was harsh with
anger. The words she uttered were
certainly not addressed to me. They
were spoken rather in spite of my
presence than because of it.
“Look! I stake all in one throw!
I lose all—in a moment. I hold in
my clenched hands the liberty and
happiness of 10,000 women and chil
dren. And then a cursed fate strikes
from my grasp this priceless happi- j
£z^cr'/01.
Dead!
somber but not unpleasing raiment.
‘If, Hercules, you will go my way,
you will find it rough and tiresome.
There are brambles to impede your
progress; there are sharp stones that
will cut your sandals. It will always
be hazardous, but it will lead to hap
piness.' ”
“Ah. happiness!” sighed the woman
opposite me. “She promised much.”
"The other maiden was extremely
beautiful and her raiment was of sil
very tissue. ‘My way,’ she said, soft
ly, taking Hercult’b gently by the arm,
‘Is' strewn with flowers. It leads,
broad and gently sloping, over soft
turf, and there is music to gladden
the hours. My way leads to pleasure.’
The name of the first maiden was
Virtue; the name of the other,
madam'—”
I paused; I was indeed very bold. I
looked at my vis-a-vis with some
trepidation. I need have felt none.
She broke into light laughter,. her
hands clasped, her eyes sparkling.
She leaned demurely toward me; her
bright eyes‘mocked me.
“The name of the other maiden was
Vice,” she cried in a hollow, lugubri
ous voice. “My dear gentleman, you
are too delicious. Mon Dieu, I should
be furious with you! You are telling
me quite brutally that your cold Eng-'
lishwoman—she is Virtue; and I, the
very wicked one—I am naughty Vice.”
And again she laughed deliciously.
“Pardon me, It is you who are
ap
plying the moral,” I protested awk
wardly. *
“Then if it is applied not correctly,
let us have th*, iaia ^-plication,” she
'oeseeched.
“That must follow the explanation
of your extraordinary interest in me.”
“Hum!’! She leaned back critical
ly. “Shall I say It is because you are
handsome?”
“Not if you are honest,” I chuckled.
"Or good?”
“Why not say brave?” I demanded,
bitterly.
“Or that you remind me of a
friend?”
“Say of your late lamented grand
mother.”
“Or,” site Hashed, “that It is
cause you can be of use to me?”
dear
ness. My poor people, ray poor peo
ple! Again I fail you: I betray you!”
She stared at me with eyes that did
not see. Her small hands pressed her
temples convulsively.
“Perhaps, madam, it is fate also
who has sent me to you now, to help
you.”
“Perhaps,” she said, heavily, scarce
ly listening.
Then suddenly an expression, quite
merciless, distorted her features. Her
pupils dilated in her fierce excitement.
She studied my face critically, coldly
deliberate. There was something por
tentous, almost ominous, in this cool
stare. It disconcerted me; it made
me already regret my proffer of friend
ship. She smiled; but the smile was
Medusa-like.
“Yes, I believe it. Fate has sent
you to me. And you—are you willing
to follow where Fate leads?"
“Why not?” I demanded with more
curiosity than sincerity, I confess.
"An, you are courageous enough for
that? Monsieur, you are a bold man.”
“Surely not so bold as you, madam,
in asking courage of a man who has
been disgraced for cowardice.” It was
difficult to keep the sneer out of my
voice.
“I know to whom I speak, my dear
monsieur. The task I would set you
demands not the brute courage of the
fool, but the devotion of a crusader.
It is a sacred cause; its servants are
not easily found.”
“I am flattered that I fulfill the re
quirements so admirably," I returned
cynically. "But you will find it difficult
to convince me that my extraordinary
courage and devotion to a good cause
make my services invaluable. Why
should you choose me from a score of
men to help you?”,
“You are right. Above all things
we must be frank with each other.
You are at the Schweitzerhof? Au
revoir, you will hear from me soon."
I bowed over the hand she held lan
guidly toward me. I was embarked
on an adventure. Where would it
lead me?
CHAPTER VIII
Prince Ferdinand and His Ambitions.
I returned to my hotel soberly
enough. I had told my little allegory
lightly. Now I asked myself if I
should not apply it seriously to
myself. Only this morning I had
mapped out for myself a clear path
to be followed. And already was a
siren beckoning? Already was I en
chanted?
I was intensely irritated that I
should have allowed myself to be in
terested by this Sophie de Varnier.
For the past hour I had been playing
dangerously near the fire. It had not
yet burned me; but could 1 honestly
say that it had not warmed, intoxi
cated, allured? Very well, 1 must be
careful not to compromise myself in
the future.
Two women had met me at the part
ing of the ways.
One of them had set me a task,
holding herself proudly aloof, promis
ing nothing. If this task were actu
ally accomplished, the reward was to
be the deed itself.
And now another woman had come
—radiant, glittering, a subtle perfume
lulling the senses. Her wild beauty,
her charm, had been frankly displayed
to enthrall me. She had promised a
definite adventure. As to the reward
'it seemed to me too brazenly obvious.
I flicked the ash angrily from my
cigarette. And was 1 really tempted?
Hardly, I resolved savagely. And yet
I was not fool enough Jo be blind to
the fact that the situation was not
without its danger.
My shoulder was tapped. I was
seated in the vestibule of my hotel.
I looked up, startled. A well-|roomed
man in the early thirties towered over
me, an American I saw at once. The
round, jocund face was vaguely fa
miliar.
“Yes. exclaimed a burly voice, ft
is really old Hadden."
I grasped the hand he held toward
me with emotion. Here was a friend,
an American, and I needed a friend
badly just now.
I had not seen Locke since we were
at college together. We had never
been intimate, but the big-hearted
Robinson Locke had been a character
among his classmates.
At first I hesitated to his cordial
greetings; I was afraid he had not
heard my story. But presently he
plunged into the episode that had
made me notorious for a day. Then
I knew he had come to stand by me.
“It is a brutal lie, of course,” he
stormed indignantly, ‘but even if it
were true—” He clapped my shoul
der.
"It is true—at least in a measure.”
“Rot!” he exclaimed with cheerful
skepticism, lowering his person into
the yielding expanse of an armchair
by my side. "Tell me about it."
“Unless you insist, I prefer not to,”
I said quietly, beckoning a waiter. “It
was just a horrible accident. Frankly,
to have saved his life was impossible.
But 1 might have died with him. I
didn't. There you have my disgrace
in a nutshell."
He looked somewhat glum at this
cold-blooded explanation and stirred
uneasily in his chair. I watched him,
not. without grim amusement. He
pulled at his cigar, searching my face
keenly.
"Rot!” he cried again, and this time
with conviction. "If you feel any dis
grace, it is your own fault, Haddon.
If you were the coward they say you
are, you wouldn’t sit there smiling at
me. You would rave and swear by all
the gods that you were innocent. I
don’t want to hear your story. But I
want you to know that, you have one
friend from home to stick up for you,
and to believe in you.”
I was too moved to speak.
“That’s all right, then," he said with
gruff gentleness. “It must be hell to
be over here alone and everybody
kicking you.”
“Oh, that was to be expected, of
course! But last night I had an ex
perience that I wouldn’t go through
again if 1 could help it”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Pope and Cardinal Vaughan
On the cocasion of the great Marian
congress in Rome, the pope sum
moned Father Bernard Vaughan to
represent the English speaking peo
ples. The Italians were amazA to
find him so un-English, as they
thought, in his dramatic style. The
story goes (says a writer in the New
Oxford weekly paper, “ ’Varsity Life
Illustrated”) that one day the pope, in
the presence of one of his cardinals
mimicked the preacher’s style, where
upon Rampolla exclaimed: “And he
is an Englishman!” "No,” replied the
pope, “he was bom on the top of
Mount Vesuvius, and we sent him to
England to cool.”
Cat Sand for Dyspepsia.
West Chester, Pa.—A number of
people in this place who are suffering
with stomach trouble have taken to
“the wad ewei" and are taking U
Mississippi and is packed in bags con
taining a couple of quarts. It is taken
in doses of a spoonful, and as often a3
the patient has an attack of the
trouble. "When any animal has an at
tack of stomach trouble,” argues a pa
tient, “it goes at once to the ground
for some clay or sand for a cure, and
why should not a man?”
Alcohol From Grapes.
The little grapes grown In Greece
which are sold under the trade
name of Zante “currants” in this
country, are often used in the king
dom where they are produced to
make alcohol' for cooking and heat
ing houses.
Brilliancy and Cleverness.
The difference’ - between brilliancy
and cleverness is that a clever man
may seem to be brilliant when he
lOTf** SttH***
What reason could not avoid has
often been cured by delay.—Seneca.
lira. Winslow • Soothing 87rap.
Tor children teething, softens the guns, reduce; In
flammstlon, allays psln, cores wind colic. 23cs bottle.
Any woman can make a dollar go so
far that her husband will never see it
again.
Don’t Sneeze Your Head Off.
Krause’s Cold Capsules will cure you al
most instantly. At all Druggists, 25e.
No, Cordelia, a man doesn’t neces
sarily have paint In his eyes when lio
is color blind.
Lewis’ Single Binder costs more than
jther 5c cigars. Smokers know why.
Your dealer or Lewis’ Factory, Peoria, 111
History Will Be Costly.
So far the British official history
of the Boer war has cost $125,000, and
only one volume has appeared.
It may not be possible for & young
man to measufe life; but it is possi
ble to say, I am resolved to put life
to its noblest and best use.
To be on good terms with human nature,
Be Well! Garfield Tea purities the blood,
eradicates disease, regulates the digestive
organs and brings Good Health! Manu
factured by Garfield Tea Co., Brooklyn,
N. Y. Sold by druggists.
The people of Colorado are so con
fident that publicity pays large divi
dends that they are going to spend
a fund in advertising the state’s re
sources.
To prevent that tired feeling on
ironing day—Use Defiance Starch—
saves time—saves labor—saves annoy
ance, will not stick to the iron. The
big 16 oz. package for 10c, at your
grocer’s.
Obeying Hie Command.
Benham—Did you have any com
pany while I was away?
Mrs. Benham—Nobody to speak of.
Benham—Wasn’t your mother here?
Mrs. Benham—Yes, but you won’t
let me speak to her.
That an article may be good as well
as cheap, and give entire satisfaction,
is proven by the extraordinary sale of
Defiance Starch, each package con
taining one-third more Starch than
can be had of any other brand for the
same money.
Siamese Object to Walking.
The Siamese, above all nations in
the world, hate to walk; no such mode
of progression is tolerated by a Siam
ese if he or she can by any means
ride. A Venetian gondolier will walk
sometimes; even a Hollander will ride
on his rough cart; but a Bangkok man
—not if he can help it. His family
boat for him.—Windsor Magazine.
With a smooth iron and Defiance
Starch, you can launder your shirt
waist just as well at home as the
steam laundry can; it will have the
proper stiffness and finish, there will
be less wear and tear of the goods,
and it will be a positive pleasure to
use a Starch that does not stick to the
iron.
Much “Havana” Tobacco.
During the last year there were ex
ported from Cuba the enormous num
ber of 256,738,029 "Havana” cigars.
Only about 30 per cent came to the
United States, the total American pur
chases amounting to 79,483,125 cigars,
while England took 92,459,687. Ger
many buys from 25,000.000 to 30,000,
000 and France 10,000,000 to 12,000,
000.
Shoemaker’s Last.
The following is taken from a hand
bill issued by a provincial bootmaker:
"The shoemaker is a man of great
learning. He is a doctor as well as a
surgeon, for he not only heels but ;
performs many cutting operations. He 1
is a fishmonger, for he sells soles and
heels. He is a schoolmaster, for he
gives good understanding. He is a
good speaker, for he always works
the thread of his argument, waxes |
warm to his subject, and holds all to
the last.”
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no W’hite Lead, 5 less than 15% of
White Lead, and only 3 over 90% of
White Lead.
There is, however, a way to be cer
tain of the purity and genuineness of
the White Lead you buy, and that is
to see that the keg you buy bears the
Dutch Boy trade mark. This trade
mark is a positive guarantee of abso
lutely Pure White Lead made
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A nervous irritable woman, often on
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from pains in the abdominal region,
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Mrs. Nellie Makham, of 151 Morgan
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Dear Mrs. Pinkh&m:—
“I was a wreck from nervous prostration.
MRS. GEO. A. JAMES
I suffered so I did not caro what became of
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is the finest medicine on earth and I am
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acquaintances.
Mrs. Geo. A. James, a life long
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Dear Mrs. Pinkham:—
“I was in a terribly ran down condition
and had nervous prostration caused by
female trouble, in fact I had not lieen well
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Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound
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has also carried me safely through the
Change of Life. I cannot too strongly
recommend your medicine. ”
Mrs- Plnkbam’s Invitation to Women.
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symptoms given, the trouble may be
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Lydia E. Pmkham’s Vegetable Compound, made from native roots and
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world has ever known, and thousands of voluntary testimonials are on
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