"The Lunch ’Amper, of Course," He Says. "The 'Amper for the Heat
2bles.”
v B) (Joseph C. Lincoln
Atmos cf "Capn Pri* 'Partners of the Tide'
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SYNOPSIS.
Mr Solomon Pratt began comical nar
ration of story, introducing well-to-do
Nathan Scudder of his town, and Edward
Van Brunt and Martin Hartley, two rich
New Yorkers seeking rest. Because of
latter pair’s lavish expenditure of money.
Pratt’s first impression was connected
with lunatics. The arrival of James
Hopper. Van Brunt’s valet, gave Pratt
tiie desired information about the New
Yorkers. They wished to live what they
termed “The Natural Life.” Van Brunt,
it was learned, was the successful suitor
for the hand of Miss Agnes Page, who
gave Hartley up. “The Heavenlies” hear
a long story of the domestic woes of
Mrs. Hannah Jane Purvis, their cook and
maid of all work. Decide to let her go
and engage Sol. Pratt as chef.
CHAPTER III.—Continued.
And while we re giving you the
story of our lives, skipper," says Hart
ley, with one of his half smiles, "I
want to say right here that our pres
ent surroundings aren’t all that fancy
painted ’em. They're too much in the
lime light.” This was just one of his
crazy ways of saying things; I was
getting used to 'em a little by now.
"We're too prominent," he says. "The
populace are too friendly and inter
ested.”
"Also." says Van, "the select bunch
of feminines from the hotel have
taken to making our front walk a sort
of promenade. Martin and I are natur
ally shy; we pine for solitude.”
There was more of this, but I man
aged to find out that what they wanted
was a quieter place than Scudder's. A
place off by itself, where they could
be as natural as a picked chicken. 1
agreed to try and help ’em find such
a place. And I said, too, that I'd think
about the cooking idea. Money didn’t
seem to be no object—I could have my
wages by the hod or barrelful—just as
I see fit.
“Well,” says I. getting up to go.
“I’ll see. Let me sleep on it for a
spell, same’s you fellers have done on
Nate's pin-feather beds. But I ain’t
so sure about vour staying all sum
mer. How about that young lady
friend of yours, Mr. Van Brunt? She
may take a notion to send for you to
introduce her to the king of Chiny
or the grand panjandrum with the lit
tle round bottom on top. Then you'd
have to pack up and cut your cable.”
Van. he looked hard at me for a
minute. I thought first he was mad
at me for putting my oar in where it
wa'n't supposed to be. Then he
laughed. “Sol,” says he, "that young
lady and I are kindred spirits. For a
year I’m natural and happy, and she
can nurse her Hooligans and go on
charity sprees. Then—well, then we
fall back on our respected parents and
wedded—er—bliss. Hey, Martin?”
Hartley, in the shadow- of the vines,
lit another cigar and nodded. But he
didn't say nothing.
For the next three or four days I
chased around trying to find a house
and lot where them Heavenly lunatics
could be natural. I located a couple of
bully summer places, all trees and
windmills and posy beds and hot and
cold water and land knows what. But
they w-ouidn't do; they “smelled of
coupons.” Van said. What they really
wanted, or thought they wanted, was
a state’s prison in a desert, I judged.
For a week or ten days we kept the
hunt up, but didn’t have no luck.
Whenever I'd think I’d uncovered a
promising outfit the Heavenlies would
turn to and dump in a cargo of objec
tions and bury it again. After five or
£ix funerals of this kind I got sort of
; tired and quit. It got to be July and
their month at Nate's was most over.
1 was up there the evening of the third
and I happened to ask ’em if they
wanted me and the sloop for the next
day. There was to be a Fourth of July
celebration over to Eastwich and some
of the boarders wanted to go and see
the balloon and the races and the
greased pig chase, and such like. If
the Twins didn't care I’d take the job,
I said. But they took a notion to go
themselves. Van said ’twould be an
excuse for me to give 'em another
chowder, if nothing more. So, on the
morning of the Fourth we started, me
and Van Brunt and Hartley and Lord
James, in the Dora Bassett. Talk
about cruises. If I'd known—and yet
out of it come—But there! let me tell
you about it.
CHAPTER IV.
The Pig Race.
I don't cal'late that I ever had a
better run down the bay than I done
that morning. 'Twas a fair wind, and
a smooth sea, not the slick, greasy
kind, but with little blue waves cha
sing each other and going "Spat;
spat!” under the Dora Bassett's quar
ter as she danced over 'em. And
that's just what she did—dance. There
wa'n't any hog-wallowing for her; she
j just picked up her skirts, so to speak,
and tripped along—towing the little
landing skiff astern of her—like a 16
vear-old girl going to a surprise party.
An early July morning on the bay
down our way is good enough for
yours truly, Solomon Pratt. Take it
with the wind and water like I've said;
with the salt smell from the marshes
drifting out from the shore, ; :.ad up
with the smell of the pitch-pines on
the bluffs, and me in the stern of a
good boat with the tiller in my hand
and a pipe in my face—well, all right!
That’s my natural life; and I don't
need no book to tell me so, neither.
The Heavenlies enjoyed it, and
they'd ought to. 'Twas clear then,
though it got hazy over to the east’ard
: later on. But then, as I say, 'twas
clear, and you could see the schooners
strung out on the skyline, some full
up, with their sails shining white in
the sun. and others down over the
edge, with only their tops'ls showing.
Far off, but dead ahead, just as if
somebody had dipped their finger in
the bluing bottle and smouched it along
the bottom of the sky, was the Wapa
tomac shore, and away aft, right over
the stern, was the Trumet lighthouse,
like a white chalk mark on a yellow
fence, the fence being the high sand
bank behind it.
The Twins laid back and soaked in
the scenery. They unbuttoned their
jackets and took long breaths. They
actually forgot to smoke, which was
a sort of miracle, as you might say,
and even Hartley, who had been bluer
than a spoiled mackerel all the morn
ing, braced up and got real chipper. By
and by they resurrected that book of
theirs and had what you might call a
Natural Life drunk. I never see print
ing that went to a person's head the
way that hook seemed to go to theirs.
I judged twas kind of light and gassy
reading and naturally riz and filled the
empty places same as you'd fill a b?.!
loon.
Everybody was happy ! .L Lord
James, and I c~u 1 see that he wa'n’t
easy In his min^. He set about amid
ships of the cockpit ?nd hung onto the
thwart with both is, like he was
afraid 'twould bust loose and leave
him adrift. If the Dora Bassett had ;
struck a derelict or something and
gone down sudden I'll bet they’d have i
dredged up that Hopper valet and the ;
thwart together. And then they'd ;
have had to pry ’em apart. His lord
ship wa'n’t used to water, unless ’twas
to mix with something else.
By and by Hartley shoves both
hands into his pockets, tilts his hat
back and begins to sing. More effects
of the Natural Life spree, I suppose,
but ’twas bully good singing. Might
have been saying most anything, call
ing me a short lobster for what I
know, ’cause ’twas some foreigner’s
lingo, but the noise was all right even
if I did have to take chances on the
words. I cal’late to know music when
I hear it.
‘'Good!” says Van. when his chum
stopped. “Martin, you’re better al
ready. I haven't heard you sing for
two years or more. The last time
was at the Delancevs' 'at home.’ Do
you remember the dowager and ‘my
daughter?’ Heavens! and 'my daugh
ter’s' piano playing! Agnes told the
dowager that she had never heard
anything like it. You and she were
together, you know. Give us another
verse.”
But Martin wouldn't. Shut up like
a clam and reached into his pocket for
a cigar.
’ That was A No. 1, Mr. Hartley,”
says I. “I wish you could hear Solon
Bassett play the fiddle; you’d appre
ciate it.”
Van he roared and even Hartley
managed to smile. As for Lord James
he looked at me like I'd trod on the
queen's corns.
Blessed if I could see what there
was funny about it. Solon can play
like an Injun. Why, I’ve seen him
bust two strings at a Thanksgiving
bail and then play “Mrs. McLeod's
Reel"—you know. “Buckshee, nanny
goat, brown bread and beans"—on
t'other two, till there wa n t a still foot
in the hall.
We made Eastwich Port about neon
and had dinner. I cooked up a kettle of
chowder—fetched the clams along
with me from home—and ’twould
have done you good to see the Heav
enlies lay into it. Lord James he
skipped around like a hoppergrass in
a hot skillet, fetching glasses and
laying out nine or ten different kind
of forks and spoons side of each
plate, and opening wine bottles, and
I don't know what all. When he hove
in sight of the wharf that morning he
was toting a basket pretty nigh as
big as he was. I asked him what it
was.
“Why, the 'aniper,'' says he.
"The which?" says 1.
"The lunch ’amper. of course," he
says. "The 'amper for the heatables.”
Well, 1 wondered then what in the
nation was in it, for ’twas heavier
than lead. I remember that the heft
of it made me ask him if he' fetched
along some of the late Hannah Jane’s
left-over riz biscuit. But now I see
why ’twas heavy. There was enough
dishes and truck for ten men and the
cook in that basket. We had my
chowder and four kinds of crackers
with it, and chicken and asparagus,
and nine sorts of pickles, and canned
plum pudding with sass, and coffee
and good loud healthy cheese, and red
wine and champagne. When I’d
hoisted in enough of everything so
my hatches wouldn't shut tight, and
pulling on one of the Twins' cigars, I
says to Van:
“Mr. Van Brunt,” says I, “is this
part of what you call the Natural
mie:
“You bet, skipper!” says he. He
hadn't finished the chowder end of
the layout yet.
Well, I heaved a sigh. ’Twas kind
of unnatural to me. having come on
me all to once; but I cal'lated I could
get used to it in time without shed
ding no tears. Didn’t Vant to get
used to it too quick, neither; I
wanted the novelty to linger along, as
you might say.
When the dinner was over—the
Heavenlies was well enough ac
quained with the family to nickname
it “lunch"—I started in to help his
lordship wash dishes. The Twins
sprawled themselves under a couple
of pine trees and blew smoke rings.
“Hurry up there messmate.” says
I to the valet; "I wr.n; to get through
time enough to run up to the fair
grounds and see that greased pig
race.”
Hartley had been keeping so still I
cal'lated he was dropping off to sleep,
but it seems he wa’n’t. He set up,
stretched, and got to his feet.
"I’ll go with you. skipper,” says he.
“Might as well do that as anything.
I ve never seen a greased pig race.
They don’t have 'em on the Street."
“Chase nothing but lambs there,”
draws Van Brunt, lazy, and with his
eyes half shut. Then he turned over
and looked at his chum.
“Great Caesar! Martin," he says,
“you don't mean to tel! me that you're
going up into that crowd of hayseeds
to hang over a fence and watch some
one run, do you? Why any one on
God’s earth should want to run,” he
says, “when they can keep still, is be
yond me; and why you, of all men,
should want to watch ’em do it— j
that's worse yet. Come here and be j
natural and decent.”
But Hartley wouldn't do it. His j
blue streak seemed to have struck in !
again and he was kicking the sand,
nervous-like, with his foot.
“Cyme on, Van,” he says. “I want
the walk."
“Not much.” says Van. “Walking's
almost as bad as running. I'll be here
when you get back."
It may be that Hartley did want
that walk, same as he said, but he
didn't seem to get much fun out of it.
Went pounding along, his cigar tipped
up to the visor of his cap. and his
eyes staring at the ground all the
time. And he never spoke two words
till we got to the fair grounds.
There was a dickens of a crowd,
five or six hundred folks, I should
think, and more coming r’i the time.
Everybo y that cc-.-.\, co_e had bc::
rowed ihe horses and carryalls of
t' m that couldn’t and had brought
iheir wives and mothers-in-law and
their children's children unto the third
and fourth generation. There was con
siderable many summer folks—not so
many as there is at the cattle show in
August—but a good many, just the
same. I counted five automobiles, and
I see the Barry folks from Trumet
riding round in their four-horse coach
and putting on airs enough to make
’em lop-sided.
Hartley gave one look around at the
gang and his nose turned up to 12
o'clock.
"Gad!” says he, “this, or something
like it, is what I've been trying to get
away from. Come on, Sol. Let’s go
back to the boat.”
But I hadn’t seen so many shows as
he had and I wanted to stay.
“You wait a spell, Mr. Hartley,” .
says I. “Let’s cruise round a little
first.”
So we went shoving along through I
the crowd, getting our toes tramped
on and dodging peddlers and such like
every other minute. There was the
“test-your-strength" machine and the
merry-go-round and the “ossified man” I
in a tent: “Waik right up, gents, and
cast your eyes on the greatest marvel ,
of the age ail alive and solid stone
only two nickels a dime ten cents.”
and all the rest of it. Pretty soon
we come to where the feller was sell
ing the E Pluribus Unum candy—red,
white and blue, and a slab as big as a
brick for a dime.
Hartley stopped and stares at it.
“For heaven’s sake!” says he.
“What do they do with that?”
“Do with it?” says I. "Eat it, of
course.”
“No?” he says. “Not really?”
"Humph!" I says. “You just wait
a shake.”
There was a little red headed young
ster scooting in and cut among the
folks' knees and I caught him by the
shoulder. “Hi, Andrew Jackson!"
says I. "Want some candy?”
He looked up at me as pert and
sassy as a blackbird on a scarecrow’s
shoulder.
“Bet your natural!” says he. I
jumped.
“Lord!" says I; “I cal’late he knows
you."
Hartley smiled. “How do they sell
that—that Portland cement?” says he.
"Give me some,” he says, holding a
half dollar to the feller behind the oil
cloth counter. The man chiseled off
enough for a fair-sized tombstone and
handed it out. Hartley passed it to
the boy. He bit off a hunk that made
him look like he had the mumps all
on one side, and commenced to
crunch it.
"There!” says I. “That's prool
enough, ain't it?”
But. he wa'n't satisfied. “Wait a '
minute," says he. “I want to see what
it dees to him.”
Well, it didn't do nothing, apparent
ly, except to make the little shaver's
jaws sound like a rock crusher, so we
went on. By and by we come to the
fence alongside of the place where
they had the races. The sack race
was on, half a dozen feilers hopping
around tied up in meal bags, and we
see that. Then Hartley was for going
home again, but I managed to hold
him. The greased pig was the next
number on the dance order and I
wanted to see it.
Maj. Philander Phinney. he's chair
man of the Eastwich selectmen and
pretty nigh half as big as he thinks
he is; he stood on tip-toe on the
judge's stand and bellered that the
greased pig contest was open to boys
under 15. and that the one that caught
the pig and hung on to it would get
five dollars. In less than three shakes
of a herring's hind leg there was boys ;
enough on that field to start a reform |
school. They ranged all the way " ~>m
iittle chaps who ought to have n
home cutting their milk teeL to
“boys" that had yellow fuzz on their
chins and a piug of chewing tobacco
in their pants' pocket. They fetched
in the pig shut up in a box with laths
over the top. He was little and black
and all shining with grease. Then
they stretched a rope across one end
of the race field and lined up the pig
chasers behind it.
“Hello!” says Hartley, “there's our
Portland cement youngster. Hell
never run with that marble quarry in
side of him.”
Sure enough, there was the boy that
had tackled the candy. I could see
his red head blazing like a lightning
bug alongside of a six-foot infant with
overalls and a promising crop of side
whiskers. Next thing I knew the
starter—Issachar Tiddit, 'twas—he
opens the lid to the pig box and hol
lers “Go!”
The line dropped. That little ftraa
pig see 20 odd pair of hands shooting
towards him, and he fetched a yell
like a tugboat whistle and put down
the field, with the whole crew behind
him. The crowd got cn tiptoe and
stretched their necks to see. Every
body hollered and hurrahed and "haw,
hawed."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Devil’s Bible.
This wonderful volume Is in the
royal library of the royal palace of !
Sweden. It is a huge copy of the Bible
written on 300 prepared asses' skins.
One tradition says that it took 500
years to complete this copy, which is
so large that it has a table by itself.
Another tradition asserts that it was
done in a single night, owing to the
assistance of his satanic majesty, who
when the work was completed gave
the monk a portrait of himself for a
frontispiece.
However true this may be there
can still be found the iminated like- j
ness of the King of Da ness adorning
the front page of tlm work. This j
book was carried off 1 r the Swedes, j
during the Thirty Year war, from a '
convent in Prague.—Sm iav Magazine.
An Early Coin S veater.
‘'Coin sweating,” whic i so often fig- j
ures in the Old Bailey calendar, is a
very, very old crime. More than six i
centuries before Christ there was a i
coin sweater, one Alexander of Byzan- 1
tium.
He was the chief officer of the pub
lic treasury, and he amassed an im- !
mense and sudden fortune by "clip
ping” the money in so skilful a manner
that his frauds could only be discov
ered by weighing.
The Byzantiums gave him the nick
name of ‘ The File,” from his making
such dextrous use of that tool. Whence
probably comes the modern term of
"file” applied to thieves, pickpockets
and cunning, hard-headed scoundrels.
—Pearson's Weekly.
Right and Wrong.
Many a wrong seems to become a
right if the profit is likely to be large
EXCELLENT WEATHER
AND MAGNIFICENT CROPS
REPORTS FROM WESTERN CAN
ADA ARE VERY ENCOURAGING.
A correspondent writes the Winni
peg (Man.) Free Press: “The Pinch
er Creek district, (Southern Al
berta), the original home of fall
wheat, where it has been grown with
out failure, dry seasons and wet, for
about 25 years, is excelling itself this
year. The yield and quality are both
phenomenal, as has been the weather
for its harvesting. Forty bushels is a
common yield, and many fields go up
to 50, 60 and over, and most of it No.
1 Northern. Even Iasi year, which was
less favorable, similar yields were in
some cases obtained, hut owing to the
season the quality was not so good It
is probably safe to say that the aver
age yield from the Old Man’s River to
the boundary will be 47 or 4S bushels
per acre, and mostly No. 1 Northern.
One man has just made a net profit
from his crop of $19.55 per acre, or
little less than the selling price of
land. Land here is too cheap at pres
ent, when a crop or two will pay for
it, and a failure almost unknown. Nor
is the district dependent on wheat, all
other crops do well, also stock and
dairying, and there is a large market
at the doors in the mining towns up
the Crows Nest Pass, and in British Co
lumbia, for the abundant hay of the
district, and poultry, pork, and gar
den truck. Coal is near and cheap.
Jim Hiil has an eye on its advan
tages, and has invested here, and is
bringing the Great Northern Railroad
soon, when other lines will follow.”
The wheat, oat and barley crop in
other parts of Western Canada show
splendid yields and will make the
farmers of that country (and many of
them are Americans) rich. The Cana
dian Government Agent for this dis
trict advises us that he will be pleased
to give information to all who desire
it about the new land regulations by
which a settler may now secure 160
acres in addition to his 160 home
stead acres, at $3.00 an acre, and also
how to reach these lands into which
railways are being extended. It might
be interesting to read what is said of
that country by the Editor of the
Marshall (Minn.) News-Messenger,
who made a trip through portions of it
in July, 1908. “Passing through more
than three thousand miles of Western
Canada's agricultural lands, touring
the northern and southern farming
belts of the Provinces of Manitoba,
Saskatchewan and Alberta, with nu
merous drives through the great grain
fields, we were made to realize not
only the magnificence of the crops, but
the magnitude, in measures, of the
vast territory opening, and to be
opened to farming immigration. There
are hundreds of thousands of farmers
there, and millions of acres under cul
tivation, but there is room for mil
lions more, and other millions of acre
age available. We could see in Western
Canada in soil, product, topography or
climate, little that is different from
Minnesota, and with meeting at
every point many business men and
fanners who went there from this
state, it was difficult to realize one
was beyond the boundary of the
country.”
Breaking the Ice.
“Do you think any girl ever pro
poses in leap year, as they say, Jen
nie?” he asked.
“Not unless she is obliged to,” an
swered the maiden.
“H'm! I hadn't thought of that,” he
said, after a pause.
“But. George.” she said, laying her
hand affectionately upon his arm and
looking into his eyes, “you, I am sure,
will never force me to that humilia
tion.”
“No—er—that is to say—of course
not—”
The ice was broken and three min
utes later George was Jennie's • ac
cepted.
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Help! Murder!
“Why did you knock Jones down?”
“We were talking about the fre
quency of Brown's jag."
“Well?”
“Well, great Scott! he referred to
Brown's present drunk as ‘the current
bun.’ ”—Boston Transcript.
The fellow who lands the first blow
generally wins, but if we all waited
for the other fellow to begin, there
wouldn’t be any fight.
Strong Winds and Sand Storms
cause granulation of the eyelids. PETTITS
EYE SALVE soothes and quickly relieves.
All druggistsor HowardBros.,Buffalo,N. Y.
Advocates of corporal punishment
evidently believe that an occasional
spanking makes children smart.
Smokers appreciate the quality value of
Lewis’ Single Binder cigar. Your dealer
or Lewis’ Factory, Peona, 111.
Liberality does not consist in giv
ing largely, but in giving wisely.—
Jerome.
LAUGH WAS ON THE DEACON.
Statement Might Be True, But Cer
tainly Was Unhappily Expressed.
"I regret to say,” remarked Deacon
French, at the last meeting of the
Squashville Political Debate club,
“that this club has been degenerating
ever since I became a member of it.”
The deacon paused and flushed as
he saw a slight smile on the faces of
his fellow members.
‘‘What I mean to say is,” he con
tinued, with some haste, "that ever
since I joined this club I've noticed a
gradual but decided change for the
worse.”
The smile on the faces of the other
members deepened, and the deacon's
face turned almost scarlet.
"You ail know what I mean.” ha
added, desperately. "What I mean is
that from the very minute I became a
member of the Squashville Political
Debate club. I could see that it was
beginning to lose its value as an or
ganization, and the longer I have
stayed in it, the more steadily have I
seen it running down hill!”—Lippin
cott’s._
A RUNNER-UP.
Mr. Asker—Do you find your new
auto a good climber, Harrrv?
Harry—Well, it's not a speed mar
vel when it comes to running up hills,
but say, old man, you just ought to see
it run up a bill.
His Epitaph.
‘‘I have just one request," said the
dying man to his relatives.
"What is it?" they asked him earn
estly. ‘‘We will grant you anything.”
“Well,” replied the man, feebly, “I
want you to have carved upon my
monument these words; ‘Here lies a
man who worked for his living.’ ”
Realizing that he had forestalled
any attempt on the part of his rich re
lations to brag too much about theii
family connections, he sank into a
sweet sleep.
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Public Credulity.
After making full allowance for the
Increased spending power of the
masses, figures prove conclusively that
notwithstanding the vide diffusion of
knowledge, the spread of education
and the raising of the standard of in
telligence among the people, the ap
peal of the quack and the charlatan
to the credulity of the public meets
with a readier response than ever.—
London Hospital.
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A Piercing Motive.
"That farmer’s wife certainly does
stick her boarders."
“Very likely; it‘s her pin money.”—
Baltimore American.
WE SELL f.IAS AH) TRAPS CHEAP
& buy Furs & Hides. Write for catalog 105
K. W. Hide & Fur C’o., Minneapolis, Minu.
A boy never looks in a mirror to see
if his face is clean after washing it;
he looks at the dirt on the towel.
Those Tired, Aching: Feet of Yotirs
need Allen s F« ot-Easc. 1be at your Druggist''s
Write A. b. Olmsted. Le Hoy. X. Y.. tor sample.
It takes a truthful man to tell a
He big enough to attract attention.
Smokers have to call for Lewis’ Single
Binder cigar to get it. You. dealer or
Lewis’ Factory, Peoria, 111.
Marriage is a contract, but there
are lots of contract jumpers
Mrs. Winilow's Soothing Syrup.
For children teething, softens the gums, reduces In
flammation. allays pain, cures wind colli;. 25c a bottle.
When a man is short he usually has
a long face.
W. N. U., OMAHA. NO. 46, 1908.
Walk home in almost any new shoes—1
They start comfortable.
(iWith every few steps they lose com-1
fort
Try a pair of smart White House Shoes.
Walk home, or anywhere—they start
comfortable. Continue comfortable
k —end comfortable—stay graceful.
WHITE HOUSE SHOES.
FOR MEN. $3.50, $4.00, $5 00 and $6.00.
FOR WOMEN. $3.50. $4.00 and $5.00.
Buster Brown Blue Ribbon Shoes for yonoistere. Ask yoor dealer for them. |W*yl
THE BROWN SHOE CO., Makers
ST. LOUIS jBMB QUAUTT
FOUR GIRLS
Restored to Health by Lydia E.
Pinkhaars Vegetable Com pound.
Read What They Say.
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^ LILLIAN ROSS y
Kiss Lillian Boss, 530
East 84th Street, New
York, writes: “ Lydia
E. Pinkhain’s Vegeta
(lilo Compound over
came irregularities, pe
riodic suffering, and
nervous headaches,
alter everything else
had failed to help me,
and I feel it a duty to
let others know of it.”
(KatharineCraig.3355
Lafayette St., Denver,
Col., writes: "Thanks
to Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound I
amwell.aitersuffering
for mcnth9 from ner
vous prostration.”
Hits Marie Stolta
1 man, of Laurel, la.,
■ writes: ‘‘Iwas inarun
Bdownconditionandsui
■fered f romsuppression,
■indigestion, and poor
■ circulation. Lydia IX
f Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound made me
well and strong.”
(Miss Ellen M. Olson,
of 417 N. East St., Ke
wance. 111., says: “ Ly
dia E.Pinkham’sVege
tablo Compound cured
mo of backache, side
ache, and established
mv periods, after the
best local doctors had
failed to help me.”
FACTS FOR SaCK WOMEN.
For thirty years Lydia E. Pink
ham’s Vegetable Compound, made
from roots and herbs, has teen the
standard remedy for female ills,
and has positively cured thousands of
women who have teen troubled with
displacements, inflammation, ulcera
tion, fibroid tumors, irregularities,
periodic pains, backache, that tear
ing-down feeling, flatulency, indiges
tion, dizziness, ornervous prostration.
Why don’t you try it ?
Mrs. Pinkham invites all sick
women to write her for advice.
She has guided thousands to
health. Address, Lynn, Mass.
Neglected Colds
and Coughs
are the cause of many cases
of Pneumonia and Con
sumption. No matter how
slight your Cough or Cold
may be, cure it before it n2S
a chance to do any harm.
BR.D.JAYNES
Expectorant
is the eldest and best known
medicine in the world for reliev
ing and curing Coughs, Colds,
Bronchitis, Pleurisy, Croup,
Whooping-Cough, and diseases
of this class. Your druggist
will supply you. In three size
bottles, $1.00, 50c. and 25c.
Dr. D. Jayne’s Tonic Ver
mifuge is an excellent tonic for
both adults and children. It is
also a safe worm medicine.
SICK HEADACHE
[CARTERS
ITTLE
IVER
PILLS.
i ■ i '
Positively cared by
these Little Pills.
| They also relieve Dis
tress from Dyspepsia, in
digestion and Too Hearty
Eating. A perfect rem
edy for Dizziness, Nau
sea, Drowsiness, Bad
Taste in the Mouth, Coat
ed Tongue, Pain in the
Side, TORPID LIVER.
i"bey regulate the Bowels. Purely Vegetable.
SMALL PILL. SMALL DOSE. SMALL PRICE.
CARTERS
WlTTLE
WiVER
1 PIU-S.
Genuine Must Bear
Fac-Simile Signatu. e
REFUSE SUBSTITUTES.
45 to 50 Bu. of Wheat Per Acre
have been grown on (arm lands in
WESTERN CANADA
Much less would be
satisfactory. The gen
era] average is above
twenty bushels.
“All are loud in their
praises of the great
crops and that won
derful country
rrjcr rnm correspondente National editorial
j Association of August, liDS.
It is now possible to secure a homestead of 160
acres free and another 160acres at $3.00 per acre.
Hundreds have paid the cost of then farms (if
purchased) and then had a balance of from $10.00
to $ 12.00 per acre from one crop. Wheat, barley,
oats, flax all do well. Mixed farming is a great
success and dairying is highly profitable. Excel
lent climate, splendid schools and churches, rail
ways bring most every district within easy reach
of market. Railway and land companies have
lands for sale at low prices and on easy terms.
Last Best West" pamphlets and maps sent
tree. For these and information as to how
to secure lowest railway rates, apply to
Superintendent of Immigration
Ottawa, Canada
or to the authorized Canadian Government Agent;
W. V. BENNETT,
; Ml New York Life Bonding. Omaha. Nebraska.
For famous and delicious
candies and chocolates,
write to the maker for cat
alog, wholesale or retail.
Gunther's Confectionery
212 State Street, Chicago, IIL
WIDOWS,ml«f N EW LAW obtained
! PENSIONS Willing tan, D. O. ***
If afflicted with
aore eyes, use
! Thompson's Eye Water
PUTNAM FADELESS DYES
Color more goods brighter and faster colors than any other dye. One 10c oacka*. -Jors all fibers. They dye in cold water better than ... .tk.. -- - .
Ui garment without ripoino apart. Write tor tree booklet-ttow to Dye. Bleach and Mu Colors. MOMRO^ Oc O**