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^ ' - — MENACE IN SPITTING EVIL A eaat ow Is Made That the Habit la Re*pcn*!bie for ti Per Cant of Consumption Cases. "N net y fire per cent of our con sompti <n - says the North Carolina state leuu’d of health, “tona from rarelesn spitting, cough teg and vneex ?°g ~ part»celarijr on the part of the cmsiafliptiie. but also from people »ho are apparently healthy. "Spit is frequently laden with deadly disease perms, particularly that of cotnump U*C*. When one coughs, spits or sneexe*. a crest m-.itif ode of tiny drop* of sp-*ft!e are violently expelled from the c-outt and nose The largest of these drops can be readily seen A large ui.mf.er of smaller droplets can be found if a m nor or piece of glaas is ■ - d before the face when coughing rr *a-«r:r;g a tremendous quantity -rf still smaller droplets are ii» Arged ta the form of an Invisible “ftay or mist, which floats about In it* sir for some time. Scientist* found that whan a man rough*, ^ aphs or naneama ia a large hail ot '°°® where the air ia quiet, these flay, invisible germ-laden droplet* ■tli font in the air for a distance ol to l*g feet These tsny droplets tc tho form of mist or spray, may be breathed -B by other people, or they nsay settle os ejecta with whirl) they come into intimate contact, such as food sad clothing Viewed in tbii light, such conduct is at least itn I* Me Furthermore, it is dangeroui to the public at large to hare carelesi i* t ie actually < <-jghing. sneezing and •Ptttm* germ laden matter into theli face* evea If it is invisible and it the form of fine mist. ALMOST FRANTIC WITH ITCHING ECZEMA "l^ght years ago I got eczema al •vcr my haute. My fingers fairty bled and It itched until It almust drove m< !'»: K. The erup'.toa began wist 1'* :--ng under the skin. It spread fast from h'-tveen the fingers around ih« nails and all over the * hole hands. ! go* a pair of rubber gloves in order tc . »n*i dithem. Then it spread all ovei • the heft side cf my chest, a fine doc tor tn .'id the trouble two weeks, bu' did me no good. 1 cried night ant day. The* 1 decided to try Cuticnn Soap and Ointment but without mu«l he (e as I had g t.e so long. Then was a tr.nrled change the sc- and day and ao cm until I vac entirely cured The Cnticnm Soap me have alwayi ke pt tn our borne, and me deride* af'er that lesson that it is a rhea] •cap In price and the very best it gualit- Vy Inrband will use no o»be: a up in his sharing not" (Signed Mrs. G. A. fv-lby, Ke: rxSa Beach CjL, Jan. 15. !?!t Although Cuticnn P ep and Oits'meat are sold by drug gists and dealers everywhere, a satn pie cif each, with 22-ptge book, wil be mail'd free oa application ti “t utk-ura.' L*ept I_ Boston. Ckamc s Rag Enough for T wo. An upper grade teacher in one o the Kansas City schools was cleanini the bU-bboard with a Urge piece o chamois “My but you use a Urge chamois? laughingly remarked another tcachet "Tea. and it * Urge enough for lw< l‘se it whenever you need it." you don't think 1 hare tha muck cheehT* One Way to Make Country Level. The Newly Weds were drivtni along a very hilly road in northen MWsnwrl “Such horrid hills?” she exclaim ed I tnink there are entirely to< many of tner " k "Kilter ti-j' .' replied the man, “o; there are o* ly half enough " Astonishing Experience. The stale, after parting with Jo cat. was taxing after tls ret reality form “If any cine bad told me." mmmurn rbe crest mammal. bitterly, "that would And a man ready to jump dost my throw*. I Deter would have swal lowed h stole Tktt tsr me liir Malax. U-sMMwl •la, it sii «*ter Hut Bed Inn Bull Blue Uk Otar liuU » si! Blue. A jealous soman enables at tSaiaoic may*-sty to take a vacaitoi now and then. Sirs T III I1" ~*~ Swell.»wX k*nt for Childre left . v ahmiwrawk. nrUarrs nfrnsu Slw.il. w.ayw |W«.«» w .od rultr. Sc w butiic Every time a girl tees a fcandsom* youac man she wonders whose sweet Mart be Is (yt -j —mutti'r—is MWlioj to cot twice it. purdusiag s msetr fur ronstitu twua or ks a isulivr H«*r wuuut (iirtrul Tea The man who paddles bis owe cano today may own a steam yacht tc morrow. (.srbrid Tea. a iavative <4 SWprriur <:uaj tty : Fur Itmr suffersax sii cusHJtaUa. A kaf«-r is an animal that feeds oi a workers time Failure is always spoiled by sue -ess DAISY FLY KILLER *£? STTZ 1 1M rU»o -I eft-—». l«m *1 Malta, lad! 0 tfia«»B^»p;. nfU 999*. • .il k<4 »Otl Cl <.t*r*KUva rHertiW »oi« t>* <m»ri • t Ml 1—1«*4 lu I W. N. U, OMAHA. MX 27-1912. Nebraska Director) THE PAXTON ~H! (umm front (US »j> IS «uw up tWui*i CAM PRICES REASONABU tfTES TEE ma DRAG The ROADS -- r«d atom. Du V. ntr lodrr const in quutsan UMOI [CPLBfCXT C0„ 0«£HA. *E3R I — THE PRODIGAL JUDGE Kjiy Vaughan Kester. fui/sT/$\rtMS By D.Melv/u, SYNOPSIS. . 77 * ****** at tho opening of the story Is l*^'' ln lb- lihrarj’ of an old worn-out wut.v.«rn plantation, known as the Bar 2°> The place Is to sold, and its history and that of the owners, the Qutnuirds. is tbe subject of discussion by Jonathan Crenshaw, a business man. a •t ranger known as Bladen, and Bob Taney a farmer, when Hannibal Wayne Haxard. a mysterious child of the old I aositbem family, makes his appear t Taney tells horn he adopted the boy. Na thalie! Ferris buys the Barony, but the j i^u.ntarda deny any knowledge of the 5 b'v Taney to keep Hannibal. Captain Murrell, a friend of the Quintards. ap P*-«rs and asks questions about the Bar I ®*y. Trouble at Scratch Hill, when Han hlbal is k’dnnped by Dave Blount. Cap tain Murr*!!‘s agent. Yancy overtake?] Kl. unt gl\e« him a thrashing and secures j the boy. Yanc y appears bef ire Squ re | H*:aaiTi and it discharged with cost? for » the plaintiff. Betty Malroy. a friend of 1 the FVmv 'S. nas an encounter with Cap- j tain Murrell, who forces his attentions on j her. and is r* arued by Bruce Carrington. Betty s^tr out for her Tennessee home, j Cimr.nu-n take? the same stag**. Yancy j and Hannibal disappear, with Murrell on i their trail. CHAPTER VI. (Continued.) In tbe tavern tbe three men were; drinking'— Murrell with the idea that tbe more Yancy came under the in fluence of Slosson's corn whisky the easier his speculation would be man aged. Mr. Yancy on his part believed that if Murrell went to bed reason ably drunk he would sleep late and give him the opportunity he coveted, to quit the tavern unobserved at break of day. "When yo' get to feelin’ like sleep, young boss. MasT Slosson he says I show yo' to jo' chamber." It was , Slosson's boy Eph. "Yes. you can show me my cham- . b«r. Hannibal said. Epb secured a tin candle-stick with a half-burnt candle in it and led the war into the passage back of the bar. They mounted a flight of stairs and 1 passed down a narrow hail. This I [ brought them to the back of the! building, and Epb pushed open the; i door on his right. i "This beat's to" chamber." he ■ said, and preceding his companion in to the room, placed the candle on a chair. i The moon was rising and Hannibal went to the open window and glanced out For a moment he considered the night, not unaffected by Its beauty, •hen, turning from the window, he moved bis bundle and rifle to the foot of the bed. where they would be out of bis way. kicked off his trousers, blew out the candle and lay down. ' Yancy had become more and more ! convinced as the evening passed that ! Murrell was bent on getting him drunk, and suspicion mounted darkly I to bis brain. "Have a drink with me!" cried Slos-1 son. giving way to drunken laughter. ] "The captain s dropped out. and 1 ' ! 'low it's about time fo’ these here: festivities to come to an end. I’m I thinking some of going to ted my self.- said Yancy. He kept his eyes hied on Murrell. He realized that It 1 the latter could prevent it he was not to leave the bar. He never shllt ed his giance from Murrell's lace. ’ Scowling now. the captain's eyes blazed back their challenge as he thrust his right hand under his coat. “Fair play—i don't know- "ho you are. but 1 know what you want!” said Yancy. the light in his frank gray eyes deepening. Murrell laughed and : took a forward step. At the same mo ment Slosson snatched up a heavy club from the back of the bar and dealt Yancy a murderous blow. A 1 single 6tartled cry escaped the Scratch Hiller; he struck out wildly as he lurched toward Murrell, who drew hts knife and drove it into his ' shoulder. Yancy dropped heavily to the floor. How long the dot slept ne never 1. knew, but he awoke with a start and ' 1 a confused sense of things It was evidently very late, probably long alter midnight—but where was his 1 Uncle Bob? He sank back on bis pillow Intent and listening A chilling terror that gripped him last and would not let him go. mounted to his brain. Where was his Uncle Bob? Why didn't he come to bed? Memories ot idle tales ol men foully dealt with in these lonely taverns flashed through his mind. He slid lrom the bed, and lor a long moment stood cold and shaking, hi« every sense on the alert. With infinite caution he got into his trous ers and again paused to listen, since he feared his least movement might betray him Next he secured his pack, and was ready for flight. Encumbered by his belongings, but with no mind to sacrifice them, fie stepped out upon the shed and made his way down the slant of the roof to the eaves. He tossed his bundle to the ground and going down on his knees lowered his rifle, letting the muzzle fail lightly against the side of the shed as it left his hand, then ne lay flat on his stomach and, feet first, wriggled out into space. When ne could no longer preserve his balance, he gave himself a shove away from the eaves and dropped clear ot the building. As he recovered himself |^e was sure he heard a door open and close, and threw himself prone on the ground, where the blaca shadow cast by the tavern hid him. At the same moment two dark figures came from about a corner of the building. He could just distinguish that they car ried some heavy burden between them and that they staggered as they moved. They passed out of sight, and breathless and palsied. Hannibal crept about a corner of the tavern. He must be sure! Presently he heard a distant sound —a splash—surely It was a splash— A little later the men came up the lane, to disappear In the direction ot the tavern. Hannibal peered after them His very terrors, while they wrenched and tortured him. gave him a desperate kind of courage. As the gloom hid the two men, he started forward again. He reached the end of the cornfield, climbed a fence, ana entered a deadening of timber, in the long wet grass he found where the men had dragged their burden He reached down and swept his band to and fro—once—twice—the third time his little palm came away red and discolored. There was the first pale premoni tion of dawn In the sky, and as he hurried on the light grew, and the black trunks of trees detached them selves from the white mist that filled the woods and which the dawn made visible. There was light enough for him to see that he was following the trail left by the men. He emerged upon the bank of the Elk river, white like the woods with its ghostly night sweat. The dull beat of the child's heart quickened as he gazed out on the swift current that was hurrying on with its dreadful secret. Then the I . jw. J .IJU III—y^-n ■ m i i II IIP » ■■ full comprehension of his loss seemed ! to overwhelm him and he was utterly j desolate. Sobs shook him. and he dropped on his knees, holding fast to , the stock of his rifie. “Uncle Bob—Uncle Bob, come back! Can’t you come back!” he; wailed miserably. Presently he stag- j gered to his feet. As be glanced about, he saw almost at his feet a j dug-out. made from a single poplar ' log. It was secured to an overhang- j ing branch by a length of a wild grape-vine. With one last fearful look off across the deadening in the direc- ! tion of the tavern, he crept down to j the water's edge and entered the • canoe. In a moment, he had it free ! from its lashing and the rude craft i was bumping along the bank in spite ; of his best efforts with the paddle, j Then a favoring current caught it and swept it out toward the center of the stream. CHAPTER VII. On the River. Betty stood under a dripping um brella in the midst of a downpour. Just arrived by the four-horse coach that plied regularly between Wash- | ington and Georgetown, she had ' found the long board platform beside the canal crowded with her teiiow passengers. Suddenly sne became , aware of a tail, familiar figure mov ing through the crowd, it was Bruce j Carrington. At the same moment he1 saw her, and with a casual air that '■ quite deceived her. approached. "You're leaving tonight?” he asked "Yes—isn't it miserable the way it rains? And why are they so slow— j why don't they hurry with that boat?" I "It's in the last lock now.” ex plained Carrington, and gathering up , Betty's hand luggage, he helped ner j aboard. By the time they had reached Wheeling. Betty had quite parted with ; whatever superficial prejudice she J might have tad concerning river-men j This particular one was evidently a | very nice river-man. an exception to ■ his kind. He made choice of the t steamer cn which she should continue her journey, and thoughtfully chose The Naiad—a slow boat. "I haven't a thing to offer her—this : is plain madness of mine!" he kept, telling bimselt. and then the expres- j sion of his face would become grim , and determined. No more of the river , 1 fer him—he'd get hold of some land j and go to raising cotton; that was the j I way money was made. Slow as The Nsiad was, the days • passed much too swiitly for him. j When Memphis w-as reached their J friendly intercourse would come to an j end. There would be her brother, ol j whom she tad occasionally spoken— ; ho would te pretty certain to have the ideas of his class. The days, like any ether days, dwin dled. The end of it all was close at 1 hand. Another twenty-four hours j and Carrington reflected there would only be good-by to say, "We will reach New M3drid to-1 night.” he told her. . They were watching the river, under a flood ol yellow moonlight. Carrington, with his back against a . stanchion, watched her discontented I ly. j Presently He Heard a Distant Sound—a Splash. "You’l! be mighty glad to have this over with. Miss Malroy—” he said at length, with a comprehensive sweep toward the river. “Yes—shan't you?" and she opened her eyes questioningly. "No.” said Carrington with a short laugh, drawing a chair near hers and sitting down. Betty, in surprise, gave him a quick look, and then as quickly glanced away from what she encountered in his eyes. As she looked, suddenly pale points of light appeared on & dis tant headland. "Is that New Madrid—Oh, Is It, Mr. Carrington?” she cried eagerly. "I reckon so," but he did not alter his position. "But you're not looking!" "Yes, I am—I'm looking at you. 1 reckon you'll think me crazy. Miss Malroy—presumptuous and all that— but 1 wish Memphis could be wiped off the map, and that we could go on like this for ever!" "You mustn't talk so—I am nothing to you—" “Yes, you are. You're everything to me,” said Carrington doggedly. "You shall love me—” She was pow erless in his embrace. She felt his breath on her cheek, then he kissed her. Suddenly his arms fell at his side; his face was white. "I was a brute to do that—Betty, forgive me! I am sorry—no, 1 car t be sorry!” They were alongside the New Mad rid wharf now, and a certain young man who had been impatiently watch ing The Naiad's lights ever since they beca’me visible crossed the gang-piank with a bound. "Hetty—why in the name of good ness did you ever choose this tub?" said the new-comer. "Charley!” Carrington stepped back. This must be the brother who had come up the river from Memphis to meet her —but her brother's name was Tom! Ho looked this stranger—this Charley —over with a hostile eye. AH that day Hannibal was haunted by the memory of what he had heard and seen at Slosson's tavern. More :tan this, there was his terrible sense of loss, and the grief he could not master. Marking the course of the road westward, he clung to the woods, where his movements were as stealthy as the very shadows themselves. Presently, as he stumbled forward, he came to a small clearing in tne center of which stood a log dwelling. The place seemed deserted. Tilted back in a chair by tbe door of this house a man was sleeping. The hoot of an owl from a near-by oak tensed him. He yawned and stretched himself, thrusting out his fat legs and extending his great arms. Then becoming aware of that path as he slept and now stood be fore him in the uncertain light, he fell to rubbing his eyes with the small figure which had stolen up the knuckles of his plump hands. "Who are you?" he demanded. "I’m Hannibal Wayne Hazard," said the boy. The man quitted his chair. "Well—I am glad to know you, Hannibal Wayne Hazard. 1 am Slo cum Price—Judge Slocum Price, sometime major-general of miiitia and ex-member of congress, to mention a few of those honors my fellow coun trymen have • thrust upon me." He made a sweeping gesture with his two hands outspread and bowed ponder ously. The boy saw a man of sixty, whose gross and battered visage toid its own story. There was a sparse white frost about his ears; and his eyes, pale blue and prominent, looked oui from under beetling brows. He wore a shabby plum-colored coat and tight drab breeches. About his fat necli was a black stock. "You don't belong in these parts do you?” asked the judge, when he had completed his scrutiny. “No, sir,” answered the boy. He glanced off down the road, where lights were visible among the trees “What town is that?” "Pleasantville—which is a lie—bui I am neither sufficiently drunk not sufficiently sober to cope with the pos sibilities your question offers. Have you so much as fifty cents about you?" and the judge's eyes narrowed to a slit above their folds of puffy flesh. Hannibal, keeping his glance fixed on the man’s face, fell back a step. "1 can't let you go if you are penniless—I can't do that!" cried the judge, with sudden vehemence. "You shall be my guest for the night They're a pack of thieves at the tav ern." he lowered his voice. “I know 'em. for they’ve plucked me!” He rested a fat hand on the boy’s shoulder and drew him gently but firmly into the shanty. With fiint and steel he made a light, and presently a candle was sputtering in his hands. He fitted it into the neck or a tall bottle, and as the light flared up the boy glanced about bim. The interior was mean enough, with its rough wails, dirt floor and black, cavernous fireplace. A shake down bed in one corner of tbe room was tastefully screened from the pub lic gaze by a tattered quilt. (TO BE CONTINUED.) His Stay Only Temporary - * Cid Jcke Had No Intention of Mak- . I irg a Very Long Sojourn in Discard Land. A jcke. whose career had been long r and whose hoar}' whiskers well-nigh drr.pged on the ground, was at length | crimen out of circulation and in due ; course arrived at the border of Dis- | card Land The inhabiiants of the 1 locality met him and gave the old i joke their heartfelt sympathy. Among ! those present were broken New Year's resolutions, musty I. O. U’s. for- j j gotten fads and fashions, moss-grown * political crises, wornout enthusiasms. ! . silenced slogans, vows of eternal con- | stancy with their backs broken, en dorsements on notes of boyhood friends, popular songs of yesteryear, faded love letters, shrunken reputa- j tions, moth-eaten mottoes, bushed clar , ion calls, and many others of their Ilk. “Who enters here leaves hope be- ; ;J hind." they iafoonil him. “Like the sailor-boy Jack, you will never go back."' “That may fit your cases, but it doesn't fit mine," cheerily replied the old joke, who was still to some extent surcharged with ginger. “This place, which is a limbo for you fellows, will prove a health resort for me. and pro vide me with the rest and recupera tion I need. After I secure fhe same, 1 am going back for a long and bril liant career in comic opera, following which, when my point has become hopelessly blunted. I shall go abroad and enter high society in the columns of Tit-Bits." It is impossible to keep a good joke down.”—Satire. Death Robbed Forger of Harvest. Without doubt the most remarkable estate in a collection of dead men’s “chests" is that of Hermann Schnei der. He died some years ago on board a steamship while on his way to Eu rope. His “chest," outside some few personal effects, consisted of a sum ber of bills of exchange drawn by American bankers cn their European correspondents, together with a num ber of blank forms of such bills. “When we received the property." said Mr. Butler, "we sent the signed bills of exchange to the banks which had issued them, asking payment to be made to us In reply we were in formed by all of them that the bills j were forgeries! Evidently Hermann Schneider was planning to reap a har j vest in Europe with his forged .bills when death, himself a reaper, cut him down.” Wisdom. The Foolish Virgins regarded one another In blank dismay. “We are out of oil!” they exclaimed. But the Wise Virgins had bought for the rise, and now that the bulge had come they were watching the ticker excitedly. j “Ten points up—on the report that the government will not prosecute!” they cried gleefully showing that where virgins mingle | In affairs, they will find wisdom quite | helpful.—Puck. Black and White vs. White and Black. For many years a large department store has spent thousands of dollars cn placards with which almost every article of merchandise is ticketed throughout the store, and only with in a short time did they realize the amount of money that was being wasted in using the white cardboard with black lettering. These white cards soon became soiled and shop worn if allowed to re main in place any length of time. The cards which are handled by custom ers in bins, trays, etc., are even more I so. By substituting the black card board with white lettering this store has overcome this difficulty to a very ' great extent. The show cards are | always clean, fresh and bright-looking and they last many times as long, saving the firm several hundred dol lars in the course of a year.—Busi ness. The Reason. "Why do you call Miss Hauteur, Miss Zero?” "Because she has such a freezing maimer.1* Of Course Not. Jimmy said: “My pa is a churcb member.” "So is mine.'’ boasted Henry. "He ain’t neither. My pa says your 1 pa don't come to church, and even when he does he doesn't put nothing in the collection box.” "Huh! My pa is an honorary mem ber. and honorary members don't hal ter chip in!" When Your Eyes Need Care Try Murine Eye ReraeUr. No Smarting—Feels Fine—Acts Quickly. Try it for Red, Weak, Watery Eyes and Granulated Eyelids. Illus trated Book iu each Package. Karine is compounded by oar Orollsis— no; a “Patent Med icine"—but used in successful Physicians' Prac tice for many years. Now dedloaTtd to the Pub lic and sold by llruircitts at 25c and 50c per Bottle. Mnrine Eye Salvo In A.-eptic Tubes, 25c and 60c. Murine Eye Remedy Co.. Chicago _ No Wife's Cooking fer Them. Mrs. Crimsonbcak—This paper says that rarely indeed is a wealthy Turk seen at his wife's dinner table. Mr. Crimsonbeak — Yes. I under stand the Turks live a long time. A splendid and highly recommended remedy for tired, weak, inflamed eyes, and granulated eyelids, is Paxtine An tiseptic, at druggists, 25c a box or sent postpaid on receipt of price by The Paxton Toiiet Co.. Boston, Mass. Pertaining to War. Have ycu ever noticed how easy it is to confuse the two words martial and marital, when one sees them in [ print? If some people have any good in j them they evidently keep it bottled up pretty tight. Health All Important. It is more sensible to pay serious ittention to the health or the nation :han to sing patriotic songs. I You Owe it to Your Stomach tc Keep it Right With STOMACH BITTERS I It wards off age by aiding and strengthen ing the stomach, cor recting liver, kidneyand bowel disorders, re stores appetite, puts new life in run-down, worn-out bodies. Use it Now for Better Health „ PARER'S „ Hair balsam Tlaszue* and bemntifkj th- h»*t. Promotes a luxuriant growth. Hewer Fails to Beaters Gray Hair to its Youthful Color. *rerrats hair falhnff. GASTORIA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Signature Promotes Digestion,Cheerful- j nessand Rest Contains neither q-P Opium,Morphine nor Mineral Not Narc otic A!-, jar cfOtd DrSA.*nEl/m<7Bl Pumpkin S**d ” foeMI* ?*z*ts - Atu* SfJ * | > • I n - 1 ■ I* C/.-WAy. 1 tt/miryTr* Fhri ffr * ■ ■ A perfect Remedy forConstipa II Q P tion.SourStomach.Diarrhoea, WWM Worms .Convulsions .Feverish- _ _ ness and Loss OF SLEEP Lnp Pupr Fac Simile Signature of Thirty Ypptq The Cestai-r Company. 1 II II If lUQIO NE\V YORK. ' j under the Foodan^j GASTORIA Exact Copy of Wrapper. tm« cynyaur comrant, nch fork oiyy. nuniiw ifnn-TT Melody Sometirres Becomes Malady. That persons have very diverse ideas and tastes in music was exemplified in an incident at a pupil's vocal recital lately. A. young woman was having quite a struggle with a song and one woman in the audience said to her companion: "Isn't that a beautiful melody?” The other looked bored and said: "It sounds more like a malady to me” _ Stop the Fain. The hurt of a bum or a rut stops when j Cole's Carbolisalve is applied. It heals ; quickly and prevents scars. Lx- and 50c by druggists. For free sample write tc , J. W. Cole Sc Co.. Black River Falls. Wis. _ A man is judged by the company j be keeps, and by the cigars he gives away. It always makes good! What? Garfield Tea. me Natural ljixative. composed entirely of pure, wholesome and healthgiviug herbs. If a man isn’t sufficiently original to manufacture his own lies he should stick to the truth. Water in bluing is adultrrstion. Ghss and | water makes liquid blue cosily. BurKedtross j Ball Blue, makes clothes whiter than snow. Many a man hides his wife's coffin with roses, who never gave her a live dollar bill to do as she pleased with. There are imitations, don’t be fooled. Ask for LEWIS’ Single Binder cigar, 5c. Men may be born modest, but wom en have to acquire all they get. Garfield Tea purifies the blood ami clears the coinplexiou. Drink before retiring. The gossip of today may be the su perstition of tomorrow. The Wretchedness of ^Constipation Can quickly be overcome by CARTER’S LITTLE UVER PILLS. Purely vegetable —act surely and gently on the liver. Cure Biliousness, Head ache, j Dizzi ness, and Indigestion. They do their duty. SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICE. Genuine must bear Signature •■I 1 WONDERFUL DISCOVERY. Tn thin age of researrh and experiment, aU nature Is ransacked by the*- !entiflcforthecomfortand hap pineseof man. Science has indeed made giant strides in the past century, and among the—by no means least important—discoveries in medicine is that of , Therapion, which has been used with great success in French Hospitals and that it Is worthy the attention of those who suffer from kidney, bladder, nervous : diseases.chronic weaknesses.ulcers.skin eruptions. files, dc., there is no doubt. In factUseems evident rom the big stir created amongst specialists, that j THERAPION la destined to cast Into oblivion all those Questionable remedies that were formerly the sole reliance of medical men. Jt is of course i mpoa Islble to tell sufferers all we should like to tell them in this short article, but those who would like to know more about this remedy that has effected so manv—we might almost say. miraculous cures, should send addressed envelope for FREE hook to { Br.LeClerc Med. Co., Huverstock Road.Hampstead, London, Kng. and decide for themselves whether the ; New French Remedy “THERA PI ON" No. 1. No. 1 or No. 3 is what they require and have been seeking ; in vain during a life of misery, suffering, ill health and unhappiness. Therapion is soldhy druggists or | mail fl.00. Fougera Co., W Beckman St., New York. OKLAHOMA FARMS—Payne and adjoining counties, $20 to $50 per acre; business prop erties for sale or exchange. R. G. BOATRIGHT, CASHING, OKI.A. IRRIGABLE LARD i fend, all level, available for lots. Ztxcuu If sold la 3U days. IX C. PATTKUSON, OMAHA. NEBRASKA LADIES—We have the greatest bargains III : LACES to he had anywhere; samples KREK » s.peen-De.Moon Co.. Jar k.in rk..t'hleago.III. .. » -^Yhe KoacTto Comfort ^ A vanished thirst—a cool body and a refreshed one; the sure way—the only way is via a glass or bottle of Ideally delicious—pure as purity—crisp and sparkling as frost. Jig Free O" "r" boot**, wih>* of coo-oia • v'riaclkaao««tCbju»aooc»,K>rtheiik-oi. ,1J Demand the Genolne as made by ^_THE COCA-CO^A^CO^AT^Ayra^jBA^
