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SYNOPSIS.
Miss Patricia Holbrook and Miss Helen
Holbrook, her niece, were entrusted to
the care of I«aurance Donovan, a writer,
summering near Port Annandale, Miss
Patricia confided to Donovan that she
feared her brother Henry, who, ruined by
a bank failure, had constantly threatened
her for money from his father’s will, of
which Miss Patricia was guardian. They
came to Port Annandale to escape Henry.
Donovan sympathized with the two
women. He learned of Miss Helen’s an
■ noying suitor. Donovan discovered and
captured an intruder, who proved to be
Reginald Gillespie, suitor for the hand of
Miss Helen Holbrook. Gillespie disap- ,
peared the following morning. A rough
sailor appeared and was ordered away. 1
Donovan saw Miss Holbrook and her fa
ther meet on friendly terms. Donovan
fought , an Italian assassin. He met the
man he supposed was Holbrook, but who
said he was Hartridge, a canoe-maker.
After a short discussion Donovan left
surlily. Gillespie was discovered by Don
ovan presenting a country church with
$1.<H)0. Gillespie admitted he knew of Hol
brook’s presence. Miss Pat acknowledged
to Donovan that Miss Helen had been
missing for a few hours. While riding
Jn a launch, the Italian sailor attempted
to molest the trio, but bailed. Miss Pat
announced her Intention of fighting Henry
Holbrook and not seeking another hiding
place. Donovan met Helen in garden at
night. Duplicity of Helen was confessed
by the young lady. She admitted conniving
with her father despite her aunt’s
precautions, in a night meeting with Don
ovan. The three went for a long ride the
following day. That night, disguised as a
ntin. Helen stole from the house. She met
Reginald Gillespie, who told her his love.
Gillespie was confronted by Donovan.
CHAPTER IX—Continued.
It was plain that he saw nothing
out of the way in thus conniving with
Helen Holbrook against her aunt, and
that he had not been struck by the
enormity of the girl's conduct in ta
king money from him. He drew in his
canoe as I debated with myself what
to do with him.
“You've got to leave the lake,” I
f said. “You’ve got to go.”
“Then I'm going, thank you!”
He sprang into the canoe, driving it
far out of my reach; his paddle
splashed, and he was gone.
“Is that you, sir?” called Ijima be
hind me. “I thought I heard some one
talking.”
“It is nothing, Ijima.”
CHAPTER X.
Tne Flutter of a Handkerchief.
The next morning at eight o’clock
I sr«at a note to Miss Pat, asking if she
and the other ladies of her house
would not take breakfast with me at
nine; and she replied, on her quaint
visiting card, in an old-fashioned hand,
that *he and Helen would be glad to
come, but that Sister Margaret begged
to be excused. It had been in my
mind from the first to ask them to
dine at Glenarm, and now I wished
to see this girl, to test, weigh, study
her, as soon as possible after her
meeting with Gillespie. I wished to
see how she would bear herself before
her aunt and me with that dark trans
action on her conscience.
Breakfast seems to be. in common
experience, the most difficult meal of
k the day, and yet that hour hangs in
memory still as one of the brightest I
ever spent. The table was set on the
terrace, and its white napery, the best
Glenarm silver and crystal, and a bowl
of red roses still dewy from the night,
all blended coolly with the morning.
As the strawberries were passed I felt
that the little table had brought us
together in a newT intimacy. It was de
lightful to sit face to face with Miss
Pat, and not less agreeable to have
at my right hand this bewildering
girl, whose eyes laughed at me when
I sought shame in their depths. Miss
Pat poured the coffee, and when I
took my cup I felt that it carried
benediction with it. I was glad to
see her so at peace with the world,
and her heart was not older, I could
have sworn, than the roses before her.
“I shall refuse to leave when my
time is up!" she declared. “Do you
think you could spend a winter here,
Helen?”
“I should love it!" the girl replied.
“It would be perfectly splendid to
watch the seasons march across the
lake. We can both enroll ourselves at
St. Agatha's as post-graduate students,
and take a special course in weather
** here.”
"If I didn't sometimes hear trains
passing Annandale in the night, I
should forget that there's a great busy
world off there somewhere,” said Miss
Pat. “I am ashamed of myself for
having been so long discovering this
spot. Except one journey to Califor
nia, I was never west of Philadelphia
until I came here.”
Helen stood by the line of scarlet
geraniums that marked the balustrade,
at a point whence the best view of the
lake was obtainable—her hands
clasped behind her, her head turned
sligthly.
"There is no one quite like her!”
exclaimed Miss Pat.
"She is beautiful!” I acquiesced.
Miss Pat talked on quickly, as
though our silence might cause Helen
to turn and thus deprive us of the
picture.
"Should you like to look over the
house?” I asked a little later, when
Helen had come back to the table. “It
is said to be one of the finest houses
in interior America, and there are
some good pictures.”
"We should be very glad,” said Miss
Fat; and Helen murmured assent.
"But we must not stay too long.
Aunt Pat. Mr. Donovan has his own
affairs. We must not tax his generosi
ty loo far.”
r “And we are going to send some let
ters off to-day. If it isn't asking too
much, I should like to drive to the
village later,” said Miss Pat.
"Yes; and I should like a paper of
pins and a new magazine,” said Helen,
a little, a very little eagerness in her
tone.
“Certainly. The stable is at your
disposal, and our entire marine.”
“nut we must see the Glenarm pic
tures first,” said Miss Pat, and we
went at once into the great cool house,
coming at last to the gallery on the
third floor.
sa m
i “There Is No One Quite Like Her!”
“Whistler!” Miss Pat exclaimed in
deiight before the famous “Lady in
the Gray Cloak.” “I thought that pic
ture was owned in England.”
“It was; but old Mr. Glenarm had
to have it. That Meissonier is sup
posed to be in Paris, but you see it's
here.”
“It's wonderful!” said Miss Pat. She
returned to the Whistler and studied
it with rapt attention, and I stood by.
enjoying her pleasure. Helen had
passed on while Miss Pat hung upon
the Whistler.
“How beautifully those draperies
are suggested. Helen, That is one of
the best of all his things.”
But Helen was not beside her, as
she had thought. There were several
i recesses in the room, and I thought
j the girl had stepped into one of these,
but just then 1 saw her shadow out
side.
"Miss Holbrook is on the balcony,”
I said.
“Oh, very well. We must go,” she
replied, quietly, but lingered before the
picture.
I left Miss Pat and crossed the room
to the balcony. As I approached one
of the doors 1 saw Helen, standing
tiptoe for greater height, slowly raise
and lower her handkerchief thrice, as
though signaling to some one on the
water.
I laughed outright as I stepped be
side her.
“It’s better to be a picture than to
look at one, Miss Holbrook! Allow*
me!”
In her confusion she had dropped
her handkerchief, and when I returned
it she slipped it into her cuff with a
murmur of thanks. A flash of anger
lighted her eyes and she colored
slightly; but she was composed in an
instant. And, looking off beyond the
water-tower. I was not surprised to see
the Stiletto quite near our shore, her
white sails filling lazily in the scant
w’ind. A tiny flag flashed recognition
and answer to the girl’s signal, and
was hauled down at once.
We were both silent as we watched
it; then I turned to the girl, who bent
her head a moment, tucking the hand
kerchief a trifle more securely into her
sleeve. She smiled quizzically, with a
compression of the lips.
“The view here is fine, isn’t it?"
We regarded each other with entire
good humor. 1 heard Miss Pat within,
slowly crossing the bare floor of the
gallery.
“You are incomparable!” I ex
claimed. “Verily, a daughter of Janus
has come among us!”
“The be^t pictures are outdoors, aft
er all,” commented Miss Pat; and
after a further ramble about the house
they returned to St. Agatha's, whence
we were to drive together to Annan
dale in half an hour.
I went to the stone -water-tower and
scanned the movements of the Stiletto
with a glass while I waited. The sloop
was tacking slowly away toward An
nandale, her skipper managing his
sheet with an expert hand. It may
have been the ugly business in which
the pretty toy was engaged, or it may
have been the lazy deliberation of her
oblique progress over the water, but 1
felt then and afterward that there was
something sinister in every line of the
Stiletto. The more I deliberated the
less certain I became of anything that
pertained to the Holbrooks; and I
tested my memory by repeating the
alphabet and counting ten, to make
sure that my wits were still equal to
such exercises.
We drove into Annandale without
incident and with no apparent timidity
on Miss Pat’s part. Helen was all
amiability and cheer. I turned per
force to address her now and then, and
to find that the lurking smile about
her lips, and a challenging light in her
eyes, woke no resentment in me.
I left Miss Pat and Helen at the
general store while I sought the hard
ware merchant with a list of trifles
required for Glenarm. I was detained
some time longer than I had ex
pected, and in leaving I stood for a
moment on the platform before the
shop, gossiping with the merchant of
village affairs. I glanced down the
street to see if the ladies had ap
peared, and observed at the same time
my team and wagon standing at the
curb in charge of the driver, just as I
had left them.
While I still talked to the merchant,
Helen came out of the general store,
glanced hurriedly up and down the
street, and crossed quickly to the post
office, which lay opposite. I watched
her as I made my adieux to the shop
keeper, and just then I witnessed
something that interested me at once.
Within the open door of the post-office
the Italian sailor lounged idly. Helen
carried a number of letters in her
hand, and as she entered the post
office—I was sure my eyes played me
no trick—deftly, almost imperceptibly,
an envelope passed from her hand to
the Italian's. He stood immovable, as
he had been, while the girl passed on
into the office. She reappeared at
once,, recrossed the street and met her
aunt at the door of the general store.
I rejoined them, and as we all met by
the waiting trap the Italian left the
post-office and strolled slowly away
toward the lake.
I tvas not sure whether Miss Pat
saw him. If she did she made no sign,
but began describing with much
amusement an odd countryman she
had seen in the shop.
“You mailed our letters, did you.
Helen? Then I believe we have quite
finished, Mr. Donovan. I like your
little village; I'm disposed to love
everything about this beautiful lake.”
"Yes; even the town hall, where the
Old Georgia Minstrels seem to have
appeared for one night only, some
time last December, is a shrine worthy
of pilgrimages,” remarked Helen. “And
postage stamps cost no more here
than in Stamford. I had really ex
pected that they would be a trifle
dearer.”
I laughed rather more than was re
quired, for those wonderful eyes of
hers were filled with something akin
to honest fun. She was proud of her
self, and was even flushed the least bit
with her success.
As we passed the village pier I saw
the Stiletto lying at the edge of the
inlet that made a miniature harbor for
the village, and, rowing swiftly toward
it, his oars flashing brightly, was the
Italian, still plainly in sight. Whether
Miss Pat saw the boat and ignored it,
or failed to see, I did not know, for
when I turned she was studying the
cover of a magazine that lay in her
lap. Helen fell to talking vivaciously
of the contrasts between American
Many Would Marry Dentist
Proposals Made While Under Influence
of Gas, He Declares.
“Ugly as I am,” said a dentist, "1
have been proposed to by 72 women!”
“Impossible!’’ they cried, gazing
with ill-concealed repulsion on his
ugliness.
“The ladies did it unconsciously,”
he hastened to add. “They were un
conscious in the grip of gas at the
time. And it was—excuse me—ga.s-tly.
Fresh-drawn teeth were scattered
about, and the declarations gurgled
forth amid a stream of blood.
“They were all old maids. They all
meant business. In vino veritas—and
there is truth in gas, too. The things
said in my red plush chair are the
real and secret beliefs of the heart.
“My wife—I don't mind telling you
under the seal of professional secrecy
—my wife proposed to me in the chair
while I was pulling 17 teeth for her.
The wedding came off the day her full
gold set was done. My wife may not
be beautiful, but she is a very good
and rich woman.”
Ruskin on Art Critics.
A. Stodart Walker tells of Ruskin
throwing a large quarto at his head
because he had dared to question the
artistic excellence, in the matter of
proportion, of Michael Angelo's "Mo
ses in Rome. After the throwing was
over he asked: "How often have you
seen it?” “Oh, half a dozen times,”
Stodart Walker answered with confi
dence in his side as to the result of
such a reminder. “Good heavens,”
Ruskin cried, “no man should dare
to give an opinion on any work of art
unless he has seen it every day for
six months,' adding after a pause,
"and even then he should hold his
tongue if he has used his eyes as you
seem to have used them.”
!-- .—--—
and English landscape; and so we
drove back to St. Agatha’s.
Thereafter, for the matter of ten
cays, nothing happened. I brought the
ladies of St. Agatha’s often to Glen
arm, and we went, forth together con
stantly by land and water without in
terruption. They received and dis
patched letters, and nothing marred
the quiet order of their lives. TheStillet
to vanished from my horizon, and lay,
so Ijima learned for me, within the
farther lake. Henry Holbrook had, I
made no doubt, gone away with the
draft Helen had secured from Gilles
pie, and of Gillespie himself I heard
nothing.
CHAPTER XI.
The Carnival of Canoes.
I had dined alone and was lounging
about the grounds when I heard voices
near the Glenarm wall. There was no
formal walk there, and my steps were
silenced by the turf. The heavy scent
of flowers from within gave me a hint
of my whereabouts; there was, I re
membered, at this point on the school
lawn a rustic bench embowered in
honeysuckle, and Miss Pat and Helen
were, I surmised, taking their coffee
there. I started away, thinking to enter
by the gate and join them, when Hel
en’s voice rose angrily—there was no
mistaking it, and she said in a tone
that rang oddly on my ears;
“But you are unkind to him! You
are unjust! It is not fair to blame fa
ther for his ill fortune.”
"That is true. Helen; but it is not your
father's ill fortune that I hold against
him. Ail I ask of him is to be sane,
reasonable to change his manner of
life, and to come to me in a spirit of
fairness.”
“But he is proud, just as you are;
and Uncle Arthur ruined him! It was
not father, but Uncle Arthur, who
brought all these hideous things upon
us.”
1 passed rapidly on, and resumed my
, walk elsewhere. It was a sad busi
ness. the shadowy father; the criminal
uncle, who had, as Helen said, brought
ruin upon them all: the sweet, mother
ly. older sister, driven in desperation
to hide; and. not less melancholy, this
beautiful girl, the pathos of whose po
sition had struck me increasingly. Per
haps Miss Pat was too severe, and I
half accused her of I know not what
crimes &f rapacity and greed for with
holding her brother’s money; then I
set my teeth hard into my pipe as my
slumbering loyalty to Miss Pat warmed
my heart again.
"ft's the night of the carnival, sir.”
Ijima reminded me, seeking me at the
water-tower.
“Very good, Ijima. You needn't lock
the boathouse. I may go out later.”
The cottagers at Port Annandale
hold once every summer a canoe fete,
and this was the appointed night. I
was in no mood for gayety of any sort,
but it occurred to me that I might re
lieve the strained relations between
Helen and her aunt by taking them
out to watch the procession of boats.
I passed through the gate and took
a turn or two. not to appear to know
of the whereabout of the women, and
to my surprise met Miss Pat walking
alone.
, sne greeted me with her usual kind
ness, but I knew that I had 'broken
upon sad reflections. Helen was not
in sight, but I strolled back and forth
with Miss Pat, thinking the girl might
appear.
“I had a note from Father Stoddard
to-day," said Miss Pat.
"I congratulate you,” I laughed. “He
doesn’t honor me ”
"He’s much occupied," *he remarked,
defensively; "and I suppose he doesn’t
indulge in many letters. Mine was
only ten lines long, not more!”
“Father Stoddard feels that he has
a mission in the world, and he has lit
tle time for people like us, who have
food, clothes and drink in plenty. He
gives his life to the hungry, unclothed
and thirsty.”
And now, quite abruptly, Miss Pat
spoke of her brother.
“Has Henry gone?”
"Yes; he left ten days ago.”
She nodded several times, then
looked at me and smiled.
“You have frightened him off! I am
grateful to you!”—and I was glad in
my heart that she did not know that
Gillespie's money had sent him away.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
A LITTLE COLD.
He caught a little cold—
That was all.
So the neighbors sadly said,
As they gathered round his bed,
When they heard that he was dead.
He caught a little cold—
That was all. (Puck.)
Neglect of a cough or cold often I
leads to serious trouble. To break up
a cold in twenty-four hours and cure
any cough that is curable mix two
ounces of Glycerine, a half-ounce of
Virgin Oil of Pine compound pure and
sight ounces of pure Whisky. Take a j
teaspoonful every four hours. You can
buy these at any good drug store and
easily mix them in a large bottle.
Tuberculosis Death Rates.
The death rate from tuberculosis
among men employed in occupations
exposed to municipal and general or
ganic or street dust is higher than
among other employed males, accord
ing to a recent bulletin of the bureau
of labor of the department of com
merce and labor. The percentage of
deaths from consumption among
males exposed to organic dust is 23,
while the percentage for all males
in the registration area is 14.8. The I
percentage of deaths from tuberculo- I
sis among workers exposed to metal- j
lie dust is very much higher.
Where Is Bessie Hartman?
Rosanna and Bessie Hartman lived
with their mother at Chapman. Nebr.,
in 1901, the year that their father was
killed by a falling tree at Anada, Mo.
Their mother, an invalid, being unable
to care for them, the girls were sent
:o Omaha to school, being housed and
mothered by a Mrs. Smith.
Finally, in 1903, Bessie, the younger
3f the two, was taken in charge by the
Nebraska Children’s Home society,
who refused to tell her married sister,
Rosanna, where she is. Bessie be
came of age last February. If she
will send her address to P. O. Box
S98. Omaha, Nebr., it will be for
warded to her sister Rosanna, who
is now Mrs. Geo. Duerr.
Temperamental Toilet Table.
A very aged Knglishman many years
ago gave this advice to his daughter
in a letter as to what a lady's dressing
table should contain:
The best beautifier a young lady can
use is good humor. The best renovator
truth; the best rouge is modesty; the
best eyewater is the tears of sym
pathy; the best gargle for the voice
is cheerfulness; the best wash lor
smoothing wrinkles is contentment;
the best cure for deafness is atten
tion; the best mirror is reflection, and
the whitest powder is innocence.
Important to Mothers.
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTORIA. a safe and sure remedy for
infants and children, anu see that it
Bears the
Signature
In Use For Over 30 Years.
The Kind You Have Always Bought.
Provided for Newsboys.
Mrs. William Waldorf Astor provid
ed in hpr will that the newsboys of
New York should have a Thanksgiv
ing dinner, as they have had at the
j expense of the Astor family for half
j a century. This year at least 2,000
1 newsboys were on hand, the afternoon
papers having suspended work, thus
giving the little fellows a holiday.
How’s This?
TVe offer One Hundred Dollars Rctrard for any
case of Catarrh that cannot be cured by Hall’s
Catarrh Cure.
F. J. CHENEY A CO.. Toledo, O.
We, the undersigned, have known F. .J. Cheney
for the last 15 years, and believe him perfectly hon
orable in all business transactions and 'financially
able to carry out any obligations made by his firm.
WALDIX3, KlXNAN & MARVIN*.
Wholesale Druggists. Toledo. O.
Hall’s Catarrh Cure is taken internally, acting
directly upon the biood and mucous surfaces of the
system. Testimonials sent free. Price 75 cents per
bottle. Sold by all Druggists.
Take Hall s Family Pills for constipation.
Kestrainea Dy politeness.
“Prisoner, have you any reasons to
present why the sentence of the court
should not he pronounced upon you?”
“No, your honor. I feel as if I
should like to say a few words about
the defense my lawyer put up for me.
but there are ladies present; you can
go ahead with the sentence, your
honor.”
This Will Interest Mothers.
Mother Ciray’s Sweet Powders for Children,
cure Feverishness, Headache, Bad Stomach,
Teething Disorders, Regulate the Bowels and
Destroy Worms. They break up colds in 24
hours. Pleasant to take, and harmless as milk.
They never fail. At all Druggists. 25c. Sample
mailed FREE. Address, Allen S. Olmsted,
Le Hoy, N. Y.
Exactly in the degree in which you
can find creatures greater than your
self to lock up to. in that degree are
you ennobling yourself and in that de
gree happy.—Ruskiu.
There is no use going into a politi
cal campaign with any reputation, be
cause you won’t have any when you
come out.
_
Quick as Wink.
If your eyes ache with a smarting, htirn
ing sensation use PETTIT’S EYE SALVE.
All druggists or Howard Bros., Buffalo. N. Y.
Seneca: Vices are contagious and
there is no trusting the well and sick
together.
PILES CP RED IN 6 TO 14 DAYS.
PAZO OINTMKMT Isguaranteed to onn- anv rasp
of Itching. Blind. Bleeding or Protruding Piles in
b to 14 days or money refunded. 50c.
Don’t be common. It's the uncom
mon man who causes the world to sit
up and take notice.
BARKING, HACKING, RASPING COCGH
can be broken up quickly by Allen's Lung Balsam.
This old. reliable remedy has been sola for over
40 years. Ask your druggist about it.
Remember that a sound argument
doesn’t mean loud talk.
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AT LAST.
Mme. X., the fencing master’s wife,
finds some pins long enough for her ;
hat. _
A Pessimistic View.
Among the patients in a certain hos
pital of Harrisburg there was recently
one disposed to take a dark view of
his chances for recovery.
(jneer up, oia man: aamomsneu i
the youthful medico attached to the
ward wherein the patient lay. “Your 1
symptoms are identical with those of
my own case four years ago. I was j
just as sick as you are. Look at tne |
now!”
The patient ran his eyes over the :
physician's stalwart frame. “What
doctor did you have?" he finally asked,
feebly.—Illustrated Sunday Magazine.
Where Are Harry and Isabella Allen?
Harry is now aged 20 years, and his
sister, Isabella, aged 18 years. The
children were taken in charge by the
Nebraska Children’s Home society in
1897 from Grand Island, following the
death of the father, Silas Allen. The
mother is now in Oklahoma, and is
distracted because she cannot locate
her children, whom she bas not seen
since they were taken by s rinterid
ent of the society twelve 3 • ;.i\ ago,
who now* refuses to tell their i.other
where they are. If the children will
address P. O. Box 898, Omaha, Nebr.,
giving their own address, it will be
sent to their mother.
Her Mistake.
A lady overtook a little girl of her
acquaintance on her way to school.
“Do you like decimals, my dear?” she
asked.
Now’ the little girl had not gone
very far in her arithmetic and she
was unfamiliar with the word deci
mals. She shrank from acknowledg
ing her ignorance, so. after a minute,
she stammered: "Yes’m, I like them
pretty well, but not as well as
peaches.”
One Idea of Economy.
“What do you mean when you tell
the people they ought to economize?”
"I mean,” said Mr. Dustin Stax,
"that they ought to go slow in patron
izing most business enterprises in or
der that they may have more money
to spend with mine.”—Washington
Star.
HEAD, BACK AND I-EGS ACHE?
Ache all over? Throat sore, with chills'.* That is La
Griope. Perry Davis’ Painkiller will break it tip if
taken promptly. All dealers.25c. H5c and 50cbottles.
During the first six months of his
married life a man pities old bachel
lors. After that lie envies them.
ONLY ONE "BKOMO QUININE.”
Thai is LAXATIVE lIKn.VO yl'INIXK. I.oi.k for
the signature of K. NV. G iIO\ K. I scd the World
over to Cure a fold in One Day. 25c.
The people who have the greatest
opinions of themselves are frequently
the poorest judges of human nature.
Smohers also libe Lewis’ Single Bin del
cigar for its purity. It is never doped,—
only tobacco in its natural state.
There’s a difference between dignity
and pomposity, but some people don't
seem to be able to realize it.
Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup.
For children teething, Boftens ths gnru;, rniiren in
flammation, a! iays pain, curea wind colli; 25ca Ijottle.
A man can’t help feeling restless
■when even his bills are unsettled.
TRIED REMEDY
FOR THE GRIP.
*ioUe"S£
'M COLD**
WESTERN CANADA
What 1.1. Hill, the Great Railroad Magnate,
Says About its Wheat-Producing Powers
“The cron test need of this country
[United States 1 in another gene ra
tion or two will be the pro
viding of homes for its
people and producing
sufficient for them. The
days of our prominence
as a wheat exporting
country are gone. Can
ada is to bo the great
w heat country.”
This great railroad tnnc
nute is taking advantage
of the situation l>y ex
tensive railway build
ing to l’ie wheat fields
of Western Canada.
Upwards os 125 Million
I Bushels of Wheat
] were harvested In 1909. Average
jilof the three provinces of A Iberia,
i j Saskatchewan and Manitoba will Le
upwards of 23 bushels per acre.
I'ree h«mic»tc;nls of 1G0 acres,
and adjoining pre-emptions of
1GO ac res at $3 per ac re . are to
be had in the choicest districts.
Schools convenient, climate
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’ Room 4 Bee Bldg. Omaha, deb.
fUse address nearest ron). (I)
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Welcome Words to Women
Women who suffer with disorders peculiar to their
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No Hard
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