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CHAPTER L
The Boy at tt«« Barony.
The (J mar da bad not prospered
ae thr barren lands of the pine woods
wbtther they had emigrated to es
cape the malaria ot the tow coast, but
this ho longer mattered, tor the last
of his nanx- and rare, old General
ihtoUif. was dead In tbe great bouse
bis father had Unit almost a century
before and tbe thin acres of tbe
Harvey, where be bad made bis last
stand against age and poverty, were
te naira bis. bow that be bad given
ap tbe struggle la their midst.
Though be bad lived continuously
a* tbe Harony lor almost a quarter or
a century, there was none among hi*
neighbor* who could say be bad
looked oa that thin, aquiline face in
ail that time.
That actable man at business. Jona
than Crenshaw, was closeted In tbe
library wan a stranger to whom
rumor fried (ha name of Bladen, sup
posing him to be the legal r e pre
sented >e of certain remote connec
tions at tbe oM general's
Crmihaw sat before the Bat-topped
mabiH*ju>> desk with several account
taat*» before him Bladen stood by
the window.
~t suppose you wrtO buy In tbe prop
erty when It comes up lor sale?” tbe
latter was saying
Crenshaw nodded.
“Hr bred entirely alone, saw no
•me. « understand?" said Bladen
'Atone with bis two or tbree old
staves—ye*, sir. He wouldn't even
There was a brief pause, then Cren
shaw spoke again. “1 reckon, sir. if
yon know anything about tbe old gen
tlemar. s private affairs you flou t feel
no call in speak on that point?"
"AH I know la this: General Quin
tal* was n cacsplcuoai man In these
parts fifty years ago; be married a
Beaufort "
so u. cia said crenshaw, “and
«he*» »* o»e child, a daughter; she
teamed a South Carolinian by the
f me of TurbeMile. Great folks,
those T arbervttle*. ro.iics rich."
"And mh.it became ot the daughter
oho married TurterviUeT"
IRed years ago.” said Crenshaw.
They were interrupted by a knock
at the door
"Come said Crenshaw. The
door oyried and a small hey entered
the (worn dragging after him a long
nhe. Suddenly overcome by a shy
ness. he paused OB the threshold to
Mare with round. »ordering eyes at
the two men. "Well, sonny, what do
Joe want?" asked Mr. Crenshaw in
digently.
Mease, sir. 1 want this here old
spotla' nhe." said the child.
*1 reckon yon may keep it—at least
1 v* no objection “ Crenshaw glanced
at Bladen
"Oa. oy all means.” said the Utter
Spasms at del let: shoo* the small
figure With a murmur that was meant
for thanks he backed from the room,
cMsmg the door, iiiadea glanced In
qstring::' at OteBskav.
“Ton «ant to know about nun. atrr
Bell, mats Hannibal Wayne Hazard,
bat who Hannibal Wayne Hazard U
- luft watt a minute, sir”—and quit
Gag h i chair Mr Crenshaw hurried
I ota the room to return almost lrn
tLiediofefy with a tall countryman
“Mr Bladen, this Is Bob Taney. Boh.
the gentirti.aa wants to hear about
■ be woman %hd (he child; that a your
Maty."
-Howdy, Mr." said Mr Yancy. He
appeared to meditate on the mental
«Sort that was required of him.
It was lour years ago come next
( artstmaa.” said Crenshaw.
~Otd Christmas." corrected Mr
Yancy. "The evening beto, tt was.
and Id gone to KxyetteriUe to get my
Christmas fcxin's. Just at sundown 1
booked op that blind mule of mine to
the cart and started to' home, a mile
oot of tows I beard some one slosh
lag through the rain alter me. i
pulled up and waited, and then I made
oot It was a w oman She spoke when
she was alongside the cart and says.
*000 you drive me oo to the Baronyr
When I got down to help ter into the
cart I aaw Me was toting a child in
her arms Well. sir. Me hardly spoke
uatfl we came to the red gm:e. when
Mo »»y». Btop. tt you please; l*u
watt the rest of the way." The last
I seen of her she was hurrying
through the rain toting the child in
Mr Crenshaw took up the narrative.
“When morning come she wat
gone, but the child done stayed be
hind. I've beard Aunt Alsidla tell as
bow the old general said that morn
ing. pale and shaking like, ‘You'll hnd
a boy asleep In the red room; he's to
he fed and cared fo', but keep him
out of my sight His name Is Hanni
bal Wayne Hazard.' That Is all the
general ever said on the matter."
The old general was borne across
what had once been the west lawn to
hi? resting-place in the neglected acre
wbere the dead and gone of his race
lay. and the record of the family was
oomf lete. as far as any man knew.
Then Crenshaw, assisted by Bob
Yancy. proceeded to secure the great
bouse against Intrusion.
They passed from room to room se
curing doors and windows, and at
last stepped out upon the back porch.
“Hullo!” said Yancy. pointing.
There on a bench by the kitchen
door was Hannibal Wayne Hazard
asleep, with his old spo’tln' rllle
across hla knees.
“Well. I declare to goodness!" said
Crenshaw.
I reckon you'd rather drop a word
with yo’ missus before you toted film
home?” suggested Yancy. who knew
something of the nature of his friend’s
domestic thraldom.
“A woman ought to te boss In her
own house," said Crenshaw.
“Feelin' the truth of that. I've never
married. Mr. John. But I was going
to say, what’s to hinder me from
toting that boy to my home?'
“If you'll take the boy. Bob. you
shan't lose by U.”
Yancy rested a big knotted hand
on the boy's shoulder.
"Come, wake up. sonny:” The child
roused with a start and stored into
the strange bearded face that was
bent toward him. "It's 70 Uncle
Bcb." continued Yancy In a wheedling
tone. “Here, give us the spo'tin' rille
to tote:”
Yancy balanced the rifle on his
"This,” Said Yancy
great palm and his eyes assumed i
speculative cast.
"I wonder what's to binder us froa
, loading this old gun. and tiring this
old gun. and bearing this old gut
go—bang! EhT
The child's blue eyes grew wide.
"Please. L'ncle Bob. make it gc
j bang!"
"You come along, then," and Mr
Are Known by Their Titles
£nnp*« Reason Why the Western
Mind Is Slow to Grasp Nomen
clature oi Persian Officials.
("femes* and Arab names have late
ly tore* under d-r utsioc Now Per
«»n names are as nock In our nrws
lupers The trouble with Persians,
ticsmr at any rate with all *bo
get into the papers Is that they do net
«-»rt themselves either by their names
or surnames, bu; only by titles What,
lor instnnos. I* Sardar Assad, by
Which the valient chief of the Bakh
tisru Is knows to all newspaper read
ers? It ts not s name at aSL bat a
title The real nano of the gentle
Wf» is Ah Chid, and so. indeed, while
Minister of the Integer, he used to
m^n ah official papers. But to the
world at targe he la only known as
Sardar Assad, which means a lion
The same applies to other Persians
who are wnU known So the European
poMse. The present Recent is Xssr-ol
Malk Saar means help. Hoik U
kingdom, and ul is the definite article
Hence. Xasrul-Mulk means simplj
the help of the kingdom. The presem
prime minister of Persia is Samsam
es Sultaneb. This is not his name ai
•11 It Is a glorious title, meaning tb<
Xever-Uending Sword of the Empire
The word "dowleh” means in Persiar
"government.” Hence, you • will fine
numerous "names” which are noi
names at all compounded with Dowleh
such as Mushir-ed-Dowleh, counsellor
of the government (Mushir being coun
seilor and ed denoting in a way th<
genitive case). Salared-Dowleh. leader
of the government, and so forth.—Phil
adelphia Telegraph.
Cold-Blooded Advice.
Filial disobedience was once assert
• d by that amiable old villain, th<
ate King Milan of Servia. It was it
ae days after his deposition, when hi:
hlef object in life seemed to be how
nany liquors he could absorb In Parii
-> • given time A young attache ol
Yancy moved off in the direction of
his mule, the child following.
Thereafter beguiling speech flowed
steadily from Mr. Yancy's bearded
lips, in the midst of which relations
were established between the mule
and cart, and the boy quitted the
Barony for a new world.
The afternoon sun waned as they
went deeper and deeper into the pine
woods, but at last they came to their
journey's end, a widely scattered set
tlement on a bill above a branch.
"This,'' said Jr. Yancy, "are
Scratch Hill, sonny. Why Scratch
Hill? Some say it’s the fleas; others
agin hold it’s the eternal bother of
making a living here, but whether
fleas or living you scratch fo' both."
CHAPTER II.
Captain Murrell Asks Questions.
In the deep peace that rested like
a benediction on the pine-clad slopes
ol Scratch Hill the boy Hannibal fol
lowed at Taney’s heels as that gen
tleman pursued the not arduous
rounds of temperate industry which
made up his daily life.
The Barony had been offered for
sale and bought in by Crenshaw for
eleven thousand dollars, this being
the amount of his claim. Some six
months later he sold the plantation
for fifteen thousand dollars to Na
thaniel Ferris, of Currituck county.
"There's money in the old place.
Bob, at that figure,” Crenshaw told
Yancy.
"Bladen's got an answer from them
South Carolina Qulntards, and they
don't know nothing abort the boy,"
added Crenshaw. "So you can rest
easy. Bob; they ain’t going to want
him.”
“Well, sir, that surely is a passel of
comfort to me,” said Yancy.
Just beyond the Barony, which was
midway between Balaam's and the
Hill, down the long stretch of sandy
road he saw two mounted figures,
then as they drew nearer he caught
the flutter of skirts and recognized
one of the horsewomen. It was Mrs.
Ferris, wife of the Barony's new own
er. She reined In her horse abreast
of his cart.
"Aren't you Mr. Yancy?" she asked.
“I am Mrs. Ferris, and I am very
pleased to make your acquaintance."
“The same here,” murmured Yancy
with winning civility.
Mrs. Ferris' companion leaned for
ward, her face averted, and stroked
her horse's neck with gloved hand.
“This is my friend. Miss Betty Mal
roy.”
"Glad to know you, ma'am.” said
Y ancy.
Miss Malroy faced him, smiling.
She was quite radiant with youth and
beauty.
"We are just returning from Scratch
Hill,” said Mrs. Ferris.
. “Are Scratch Hill."
"And the dear little boy we met Is
your nephew. Is he not. Mr. Yancy?”
It was Betty Malroy who spoke.
"In a manner he is and In a man
ner he ain’t,” explained Yancy, some
what enigmatically.
“Do you know the old deserted cab
in by the big pin«?—the Blount
place?” asked Mrs. Ferris.
"Yes, ma’am, I know it."
the British embassy encountered him
one evening, and just at the moment
that he had reached the pathetic
stage. This, It may* be added, was
usually about eleven o’clock in the
evening. He nearly sobbed on the bo
som of the diplomatist, much to his
obvious embarrassment, and informed
him, between his tears (and drinks),
that his son, the late murdered king
of Servia. was slowly but surely break
ing his heart. *‘I had a letter from
him the other .day," he gurgled, “in
which he plainly consigned me to the
infernal regions. What do you think
of that?” The attache was lost in
thought for a moment Then, with a
sudden burst of Inspiration, he replied,
“Well, why not humor him. just for
once, and go there?”
Woman City Sanitary Officer.
Mrs. Mary Carroll has been appoint
ed sanitary officer in St Louis. She
! works under the direction of the city's
recreation department and visits rest
rooms and public comfort stations to
see that all sanitary precautions are
; taken and that the places are kept
' perfectly dean.
“I am going to have Sunday school
there for the children; they shan't
he neglected any longer If 1 can help
it. Now won’t you let your little
nephew come?"
“I reckon you-all can count on my
newy," Bob said.
Hannibal and Yancy were the first
to arrive at the deserted cabin in the
old field Sunday afternoon. Shy chil
dren from the pine woods, big broth
ers with little sisters and big sisters
with little brothers, drifted out of the
encircling forest.
Mrs. Ferris’ missionary spirit mani
fested itself agreeably enough on the
whole. She read certain chapters
from the Bible, finishing with the
story of David, a narrative that made
a deep Impression upon Yancy, com
fortably seated in the doorway.
"You will all be here next Sunday,
won’t you?—and at the same hour?"
she said, rising.
There was a sudden clatter of
hoofs beyond the door. A man, well
dressed and well mounted had rid
den into the yard. As Mrs. Ferris
came from the cabin he flung him
self out of the saddle and, hat in
hand, approached her.
"I am bunting a place called the
Barony; can you tell me if I am on
the right road?" he asked. He was a
man in the early thirties, graceful
and powerful of build, with a band
some face.
"It is my husband you wish to 6ee?
I am Mrs. Ferris."
"Then General Quintard is dead?"
His tone was one of surprise.
“His death occurred over a year
ago, and my husband now owns the
Barony; were you a friend of the gen
eral’s?"
"No, madam; he was my father's
friend, but I had hoped to meet him."
His manner was adroit and plausible.
“Will you ride on with us to the
Barony and meet my husband, Mr.
-?*’ she paused.
“Murrell—Captain Murrell. Thank
you; I should like to see the old
place. I should highly value the priv
ilege,” then his eyes rested on Miss
Malroy.
"Betty, let me present Captain Mur
rell."
The captain bowed, giving her a
glance of bold admiration.
By this time the children had strag
gled off into the pine woods as si
lently as they had assembled; only
Yancy and Hannibal remained. Mrs.
Ferris turned to the former.
"If you will close the cabin door.
Mr. Yancy, everything will be ready
for next Sunday," she said, and moved
toward the horses, followed by Mur
rell. Betty Malroy lingered for a mo
ment at Hannibal’s side.
"Good-by, little boy; you must ask
your Uncle Bob to bring you up to
the big house to see me," and stoop
ing she kissed him. "Good-by, Mr.
Yancy." ^
CHAPTER III.
Trouble at Scratch Hill.
Captain Murrell had establish*
himself at Balaam's Cross Roads. He
was supposed to be Interested In the
purchase of a plantation, and In com
pany with Crenshaw visited the nu
merous tracts of land which the mer
chant owned.
"The Barony would have suited
me," he told Bladen one day. They
had just returned from an excursion
into the country and were seated In
the lawyer’s office.
“You say your father was a friend
of the old general’s?” said Bladen.
“Years ago, in the north—yes," an
swered Murrell.
Murrell regarded the lawyer In si
lence for a moment out of his deeply
sunk eyes.
“Too bad about the boy," he said
at length slowly.
“How do you mean. Captain?"
asked Bladen.
“I mean it’s a pity he has no one
except Y’ancy to look after him,” said
Murrell; but Bladen showed no in
terest and Murrell went on: “Has
Yancy any legal claim on the boy?"
“No, certainly not; the boy was
merely left with Yancy because Cren
shaw didn’t know what else to do
with him."
uet possession or mm, and if I
don't buy land here I’ll take him west
with me,” said Murrell quietly. ~l
am willing to spend live hundred dob
lars on this it necessary.”
Til have to think your proposi
tion over,” said Bladen.
The immediate result of this con
versation was that within twenty-four
hours a man driving two hordes
hitched to a light buggy arrived at
Scratch Hill In quest of Bob Yancy.
whom he found at dinner and to
whom he delivered a letter. Mr.
Yancy was profoundly impressed by
the attention, for bolding the letter
at arm’s length, he said:
“Well, sir, I’ve lived nigh on to
forty years, but I never got a piece
of writing befo'—never, sir. People,
If they was close by, spoke to me, If
at a distance they hollered, but none
i of ’em ever wrote.”
"What’s your answer?” demanded
the stranger.
"You tell him I'll be monstrous
; glad to talk It over with him any time
| he fancies to come out here.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Reviving Old Mackintoshes.
Shabby old mackintoshes can be
! made as good as new at home for a
small outlay, and by the exercise of a
little care and patience. Boil a
little linseed oil and add to this about
20 drops of terebene (to be had at any
chemist's). While hot apply this mix
ture to the mackintosh with a brush.
Allow it about 48 hours to dry in. and
then wash th6 whole over with India
rubber solution dissolved in methy
lated spirits to the thickness of cream.
Leave this another two days to dry
and the mackintosh will be found to
have a smaath and bard surface, as
calculated to resist all moisture as
when the coat was new. The same
process will, o fcourse, do for rain
hats, sponge bags and all water-proof
ed things.
Peculiar Freak of Nature.
A very strange sight is a white De
gress at present In Berlin with a
troupe of black warriors. Her child
and her sisters are black, as are all
others of the family, and. like a freak
of nature, the woman is quite white,
skin aa well as hair.
RAISING HORSES FOR GENERAL
FARM WORK MADE PROFITABLE
Possible to Breed Farm Mares and Make Lucrative Bust*
ness Out of Colts at Very Small Expense — With
Large Animals There Is Better Profit in
Raising Mule Colts.
i
Champion Sire Stallion, **Tatton Harold."
i ue mauer oi supplying teams lor a
farm of any site Is one that is a mat
ter of importance from the purely
business standpoint, as well as from
personal interest. There was a time
when this question was very general
for farmers who had land at all suit
able for the business to raise their
own colts to supply the deficiency
from time to time in the teams for
farm work.
It is less so now in these days when
making a specialty of things has
reached the point that seems almost
a craze. I am old fogy enough to like
the “good old ways," says a writer in
the Farm Progress, and I still think
that on the great majority of farms, if
not absolutely all of them, it will pay
to raise all the colts that may be
needed for use on the farm, and any
more that can be raised without inter
fering with the farm work.
There has not often, if ever, been a
time in the last two generations when
it did pay to raise good horses. And
now, although power vehicles and
power-driven implements have cer
tainly taken the place of a vast num
ber of horses, first-class animals are
selling at as good prices as they ever
did. Consequently, there is profit in
the business, even if at times It is a
little inconvenient.
The thrifty farmer will generally
make something out of every depart
ment, if possible, on the farm where
general farming is done. The amount
that can be made will depend alto
gether on the capacity of the individ
: ual to supply the executive ability
needed to do justice to a variety of
I interests.
Not long ago I took a drive of ten
miles with a man who was taking me
to his home on the farm. He was driv
ing a sorrel mare of about medium
weight, and extremely quick and alert
in her movements. She was not fast,
but seemed to go along at a good,
steady trot, and was reeling off not
I
less tnan a mile in nve minutes. Her
activity and quick movements made
me think she was a young mare, as
she had none of the appearance of age.
I said to the owner, "That mare looks
like a mare it would pay to get some
colts from.”
“I have been breeding her, but have
quit now,” he replied. “She will soon
be twenty-one years old, and I have
had fourteen colts from her since she
was seven. They were all good, and
the youngest, now six months old,
looks as good as any of the rest did.”
This mare had been doing farm work
mostly during all that time, and was
used a great deal for driving, because
she was quick and always ready to go.
The fourteen colts no doubt averaged
$150 as three-year-olds. A few years ago
I had a mare with the same qualities
from which I got some splendid colts, .
used her for farm work as well as driv
ing; still she was twenty-five years
old when she died from an acute at
tack of colic. Some of her colts sold
as high as $175 each.
Of course, it is sometimes a little
annoying to either drive or plow with
a mare with a young colt, but fall
colts, as a rule, do not give nearly so ;
much trouble as those that come in
the spring. This makes it possible to ;
breed farm mares and make a profita
ble business out of colts at a very
small expense. I never half-starved
our colts. When foaled in the fail
they were ready to run to pasture by
spring, and it is a very poor farmer
who cannot supply ample pasturage
for colts at least nine months in the
year. But with plenty of clover hay,
or pea hay. colts can get along with
very little grazing or grain.
If, therefore, any one is in a posi
tion to get some colts from work
mares I would counsel them, by all
means, to breed them. In most cases,
with large mares, there is a better
profit in breeding to a jack and raising
mule colts.
MAKE THE CROP
FIT THE SOIL
Farmer Needs to Study Require
ments of Various Crops He
Grows and Plan for
Rotation.
(By \Y. M. KELLEY.)
There is no use in trying to achieve
success with & soil not fitted to the
' crop. We must make a more intelli
I gent study of the selection of crops
that are better adapted to our soils
and that can be made to return larger
and more certain profits. There is
something that is very interesting
about the preference of crops for cer
tain soils and climates.
One of the first things for farmers
to learn is to find out which crops are
best adapted to his soil and grow
them on his farm. He needs to study
the requirements of the various crops j
: that he grows and plan his rotation !
j of crops so that each crop may be
1 grown under the most favorable ccn
| ditions.
While I am a staunch friend of sta
ble manure and constantly urging the
I keeping of more and better farm
1 stock, yet I can see the necessity of
facing the situation in a practical man
| ner.
The average farmer has reached a
' point where stable manure will not
supply the adequate amount of plant
food to produce the maximum yield of
grain and other farm crops, and the
only sensible thing to do is to supply
tbe deficient elements.
The generality of soils on onr stock
farms are deficient in mineral fertil
ity, especially phosphorus, and it is
clearly to our interest to supply this
one element to our soils if we fit the
soils to tbe needs of our crops.
On soils possessing an abundance of
hnmus and nitrogen we may purchase
the phosphorus in the form of the raw i
ground phosphate rock and mix it
with the stable manure, but on soils
that are lacking in humus and nitro- ;
gen better results will be obtained by
using acid phosphate, which is read
ily available to the growing crops.
With clover and manure plowed un
der, to liberate potash, and supple
mented with this purchased phospho
rus, the fertility problem will be
solved on the average stock farm. On
many types of soil potash will be
needed, but the average stock farm j
in the middle west has plenty of pot- j
ash locked up in its soil to produce j
good crops for a hundred years or
more.
— . .
Iowa Farms.
Within ten years farm lands and
buildings in Iowa have increased 117
per cent, in value, and the average val
ue per farm has increased 130 per
cent.
_
Planting Evergreens.
Evergreens ought to be planted aa j
early as possible.
—
READY RESULTS
FROM A DAIRY
Cow Is Constant Quantity as Far
as Her Production Is Con
cerned — Regular
Money Crop.
The great value of dairying in con
nection with mixed or diversified
farming is that the cow -is a constant
quantity, so far as her production of
milk is concerned. She can be banked
on more than poultry, hogs or field
crops to yield a constant amount of
salable products every week. If she
is given a variety of good feeds and
general good care.
This cash coming in at regular and
frequent intervals from dairying en
ables the farmer of moderate means
t-> use the money to good advantage
as it is needed, for general running
expenses and making things go. Fbr
this reason the average dairyman
should become prosperous and have
a well-improved farm.
The only regular money crop for
the farm is that which comes from
the dairy house. Every week the milk
and butter goes out and the money
comes back.
The modern dairyman seldom has
to go to the bank to borrow money to
t de him over till he sells his crops,
because he is selling his crops every
week.
Plum Curculio.
This beetle is the scourge of the
plum grower.
No method of fighting it has given
complete success.
This is so true that an old plum ex
pert lately said: “The best way to
fight it is to pasture hens in the
plum grove. 150 to the acre.”
Where this plan is feasible It is a
help not to be despised, and we can
not afford to despise any help in
fighting this formidable enemy.
There may be some kind of fowls
which shy at bugs, but the Leghorns
have the credit of good bug eaters.
Arsenical poisons are some help
in cleaning out curculio; also hogs
In the orchard do good. Cattle and
sheep also destroy the insects by
eating the wormy fruit.
“I’M ONLY A LITTLE GIRL”
Failing Eyesight Responsible for an
Old Man’s Mistake—Rebuke
Hardly Effective.
A certain group of youngsters in an
exclusive West side residential section
had been very noisy throughout the
forenoon.
The children were still doing their
utmost to imitate a bedlam, when a
very angry old man appeared at the
door of a nearby apartment house. He
was quite old, and it was evident that
his eyesight was not the best, but he
finally succeeded in picking out a
youngster who was aiding very strenu
ously in the noise making.
The aged man walked over to the
child, took it by the hand and walked
back to the apartment. When he
reached the doorway he turned to the
child and said:
‘‘Don't you know it’s against the
law to make so much noise?”
“Yes. sir," was the meek reply.
“Well, don't you know that you'll
be arrested and put in jail, and then
you can never be president of the
United States?”
“Please, sir?” replied the child. "1
don’t care; I'm only a little girl. ’—
New York Mail.
IT IS CRIMINAL TO NEGLECT
THE SKIN AND HAIR
Think of the suffering entailed by
neglected skin troubles—mental be
cause of disfiguration, physical be
cause of pain. Think of the pleasure
of a clear skin, soft, white hands, and
good hair. These blessings, so essen
tial to happiness and even success in
life, are often only a matter of a little
thoughtful care in the selection of
effective remedial agents. Cuticura
Soap and Ointment do so much for
poor complexions, red, rough hands,
and dry, thin and falling hair, and cost
so little, that it is almost criminal not
to use them. Although Cuticura Soap
and Ointment are sold everywhere, a
postal to “Cuticura," Dept. L, Bos
ton, will secure a liberal sample of
each, with 32-page booklet on skin
and scalp treatment.
One Man’s Way.
“Is Brimson a man who makes the
best of what befalls?”
“No. When things go wrong Brim
son starts to swearing and soon be
comes so interested in thinking up
new forms of profanity that he forgets
all about hls troubles.
Too Favorable a Description.
“That man is a pinhead."
“You flatter him. A pinhead knows
just how far to go.”
A large percentage of all sickness start*
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organs. Garfield Tea will set them right.
Some people are so wrapped up In
themselves as to suggest human balls
of twine.
LEWIS’ Single Binder costs more than
other 5o cigars. Made of extra quality
tobacco.
Even the thirst for glory may have
its direful after effects.
Liver and kidney complaints will be greatly
helped by taking Garfield Tea regularly.
A good memory is essential to a suc
cessful liar.
The
“Fighting Chance”
Your Stomach needs is
Hostetter’s
Stomach Bitters
1K Taken regularly, it *k
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man is heir to, by
toning up and
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Keeping it in perfect
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work nature has al
lotted it. Just try it.
Don’t Persecute
Your Bowels
Cut out cathartics and purgatives. They are
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A WONDERFUL DISCOVERT.
This Is the sge of research and experiment, when all
nature, so to speak, is ransacked by the scientific for
tii© comfort and happiness of man. SOcr.oe has in
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among the -by no means lea>t Important—dis
coveries in medicine comes that of Thermj;ton. which
has. we understand, been used with great success in
the French Hospitals and that It is worthy the atten
tion of those who suffer from kidney, bladder or
nervous disease*, chronic weakr©**»e>, ulcers, skin
eruptions, pile*, Ac., we think there is no doubt In
fact it seems evident from the bit: stir created
amongst specialists, that THER APION is destined
to east into oblivion all those questionable remedies
that were formerly the sole reliance of medical men.
It is of course imposts: ble to tell sufferers all we should
like to tell them In thts short article, but those who
are Interested and would like to know more at out this
remedy that has effected so many—we might almost
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