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Humphrey Van Weyfi-nn, critic and dilet
tante. is thrown Inby the water by the
■Inkin? of a CerrybcW in a fog in San
Francisco bay. and Incomes unconscious
before- help r-iach-'s him. On coming to
his senses rrr finds himself aboard the
Eeallr? schooner GhoBt. Captain Wolf
-anhei. bound to Japan waters.
CHAPTER fl-^-Eoriifnued.
Pacing back and forth the length
of the hatchway, and savagely chew
Ihli the end of a cigar, was the man
whose casual glance had rescued me
from the sea. His height was prob
ably five feet ten inches, or ten and a
half; but my first impression, or feel
of the tnan, was not of this, but of his
strength. He was firmly planted on
hi* legs; his feet struck the deck
squarely and with surety; every move
ment of a muscle, from the heave of
the |houlders to the tightening of the
lips about the cigar, was decisive, and
seemed to come out of a strength that
was excessive and overwhelming. In
fact, theugh this strength pervaded
every action of his. It seemed but the
advertisr.otent of a greater strength
that lurked within, that lay dormant
and no >* ore than stirred from time to
time, but which might arouse, at any
moment, terrible and compelling, like
the rags of a lion or the wrath of a
storm.
The cook stuck his head out of the
galley door and grinned encouragingly
st me, at the same time jerking his
thumb in the direction of the man
who paced np and down by the hatch
way. Thus I was given to understand
that he was the captain, the "Old
Man” in the cook’s vernacular, the
individual whom I must interview and
put to the trouble of somehow getting
me ashore. I had half started for
ward. to get over what I was certain
would be a stormy five minutes, when
s suffocating paroxysm seized the un
fortunate person who was lying on his
back. He wrenched and writhed about
convulsively.
ine captain, or wou Larsen, as men
called him, ceased pacing and gazed
down at the dying man. So fierce had
this final struggle become that the
sailor paused in the act of Hinging
more water over him and stared curi
ously, the canvas bucket partly tilted
and dripping its contents to the deck.
The dying man beat a tattoo on the
hatch with his heels, straightened out
his legs, and stiffened in one great,
tense effort. Then the muscles relaxed,
and a sigh, as of profound relief, float
ed upward from his lips.
Then a must surprising thing oc
curred. The captain broke loose upon
the dead man like a thunderclap.
Oaths rolled from his lips In a con
tinuous stream. And they were not
pamby-pamby oaths, or mere expres
sions of indecency. Each word was a
blasphemy, and there were many
Words. They crisped and crackled like
electric sparks. I had never heard
anything like it in my life, nor could
I have conceived it possible. The cause
of it all, as near as 1 could make out,
was that the man, who was mate, had
gone on a debauch before leaving San
Francisco, and then had the poor taste
to die at the beginning of the voyage
and leave Wolf Larsen short-handed.
While I appreciated the power of the
terrific denunciation that swept out of
Wolf Larsen’s mouth. I was inexpres
sibly shocked. But the dead man was
unconcerned. He was master of the
situation.
CHAPTER III.
'Wolf Larsen ceased swearing as sud
denly as he had begun. He relighted
his cigar and glanced around. His
eyes chanced upon the cook.
“Well, Cooky?” he began, with a
suaveness that was cold and of the
temper of steel.
“Yes, sir,” the cook eagerly inter
polated, with appeasing and apolo
getic servility.
“Don’t you think you’ve stretched
that neck of yours just about enough?
It’s unhealthy, you know. The mate’s
gone, so I can’t afford to lose you too.
You must be very, very careful of
your health. Cooky. Understand?"
His last word, in striking contrast
with the smoothness of his previous
utterance, snapped like the flash of a
whip. The cook quailed before it.
“Yes, sir,” was the meek reply, as
the offending head disappeared into
the galley.
At this sweeping rebuke, which the
cook had only pointed, the rest of the
crew became uninterested and fell
to work at one task or another. A
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number of men, however, who were
lounging about a companionway be
tween the galley and the hatch, and
who did not seem to be sailors, contin
ued talking in low tones with one an
other. These, I afterward learned,
were ihe hunters, the men who shot
the seals, and a very superior breed
to common sailor folk.
"Johansen!” Wolf Larsen called out.
A sailor stepped forward obediently
“Get your palm and needle and sew
the beggar up. You’ll find some old
canvas in the sail locker. Make it do.”
“Any of you fellows got a Bible or
prayerbook?” was the captain’s next
demand, this time of the hunters loung
ing about the companionway.
They shook their heads, and some
one made a jocular remark which 1
did not catch, but which raised a gen
eral laugh.
The captain shrugged his shoulders.
“Then we’ll drop him over without any
palavering, unless our clerical-looking
castaway has the burial service at sea
by heart.”
By this time he had swung around
and was facing me.
“You’re a preacher, aren’t you?” he
asked.
The hunters—there were six of
them—to a man, turned and regarded
me. I was painfully aware of my like
ness to a scarecrow. A laugh went up
at my appearance—a laugh that was
not lessened or softened by the dead
man stretched and grinning on the
deck before us; a laugh that was
as rough and harsh and frank as the
sea itself; that arose out of coarse
feelings and blunted sensibilities, from
natures that knew neither courtesy
nor gentleness.
Wolf Larsen did not laugh, though
his gray eyes lighted with a light glint
of amusement; and in that moment,
having stepped forward quite close to
him, I received my first impression of
the man himself. The face, the jaw.
the chin, the brow, rising to a goodly
height and swelling heavily above the
eyes—these, w’hile strong in them
selves. unusually strong, seemed to
! speak an immense vigor or virility of
spirit that lay behind and beyond and
out of sight.
The eyes, wide apart as the true
artist's are wide, sheltering under a
heavy brow and arched over by thick,
black eyebrows, were of baffling, pro
tean gray which was never twice the
same; they were eyes that masked
j the soul with a thousand guises.
But to return. I told him that, un
happily for the burial service, I was
not a preacher, when he sharply de
manded :
"What do you do for a living?”
I confess I had never had such a
question asked me before, nor had 1
ever canvassed it. I was quite taken
aback, and before I could find myself
had sillily stammered. "I—1 am a gen
tleman.”
His lip curled in a swift sneer.
“I have worked, I do work,” I cried
impetuously, as though he were my
judge and I required vindication, and
at the same time very much aware of
my arrant idiocy in discussing the sub
ject at all.
"For your living?”
There was something so imperative
and masterful about him that I was
quite beside myself—“rattled,” as Fu
ruseth would have termed it, like a
quaking child before a stern school
master.
“Who feeds you?” was his next
question.
“I have an income," I answered
stoutly, and could have bitten my
tongue the next instant. “All of which,
you will pardon my observing, has
nothing whatsoever to do with what 1
wish to see you about."
But he disregarded my protest.
"Who earned it? Eh? I thought so.
Your father. You stand on deadmen's
legs. You’ve never had any of your
own. You couldn't walk alone be
tween two sunrises and hustle the
meat for your belly for three meals.
Let me see your hand.”
His tremendous, dormant strength
must have stirred, swiftly and accu
rately, or I must have slept a moment,
for before 1 knew it he had stepped
two paces forward, gripped my right
hand in his. and held it up for inspec
tion. I tried to withdraw it, but his
fingers tightened, without visible ef
fort, till I thought mine would be
crushed, when he dropped It with a
flirt of disdain.
"Dead men’s hands have kept it soft.
Good for little else than dish-washing
and scullion work.”
“I wish to be put ashore.” 1 said
firmly, for 1 now had myself in control.
"I shall pay you whatever you judge
your delay and trouble to be worth.”
He looked at me curiously. Mock
ery shone in his eyes.
"I have a counter-proposition to
make, and for the good of your soul.
My mate's gone, and there’ll be a lot
of promotion. A sailor comes aft to
take mate’s place, cabin-boy goes for
'ard to take sailor’s place, and you
take the cabin-boy’s place, sign the ar
ticles for the cruise, twenty dollars
per month and found. Now what do
you say? And, mind you, it’s for your
own soul’s sake. It will be the mak
ing of you. You might learn in time
to stand on your own legs and perhaps
to toddle along a bit.”
But I took no notice. The sails of
the vessel I had seen off to the south
west had grown larger and plainer
They were of the same schooner rig
as the Ghost, though the hull itself.
I could see, was smaller.
“That vessel will soon be passing
us,” I said, after a moment's pause.
“As she is going in the opposite di
rection, she is very probably bound for
San Francisco.”
“Very probably,” was Wolf Larsen’s
answer, as he turned partly away from
me and cried out, "Cooky! Oh,
Cooky!”
The Cockney popped out of the gal
ley.
“Where's that boy? Tell him I
want him.”
“Yes. sir,” and Thomas Mugridge
fled swiftly aft and disappeared down
another companionway near the wheel.
A moment later he emerged, a heavy
I Saw the Young Fellow's Hands
Clench.
set young fellow of eighteen or nine
teen. with a glowering, villainous coun
tenance, trailing at his heels.
"What’s your name, boy?”
"George Leach, sir,” came tlie sul
len answer, and the boy's bearing
showed clearly that he divined the
reason for which he had been sum
moned.
“Not an Irish name." the captain
snapped sharply. “O'Toole or McCar
thy would suit your mug a damn sight
better.”
I saw the young fellow's hands
clench and the blood crawl scarlet up
his neck.
“But let that go," Wolf Larsen con
tinued. "You may have very good
reasons for forgetting your name, and
I’ll like you none the worst for it
as long as you toe the mark. Tele
graph Hill, of course, is your port of
entry. It sticks out all over your mug.
Tough as they make them and twice
as nasty. I know the kind. Well, you
can make up your mind to have it
taken out of you on this craft. Under
stand? Who shipped you, anyway?"
“McCready and Swanson, sir."
“Who got the advance money?"
“They did, sir.”
"I thought as much. And damned
glad you were to let them have it.
Couldn’t make yourself scarce too
quick, with several gentlemen you
may have heard of looking for yob.”
The boy metamorphosed into a sav
age on the instant. His body bunched
together as though for a spring, and
his face became as an infuriated
beast’s as he snarled, “It’s a—”
“A what?” Wolf Larsen asked a pe
culiar softness in his voice, as though
he were overwhelmingly curious to
hear the unspoken word.
The boy hesitated, then mastered
his temper. "Nothin’, sir. I take it
back.”
“And you have shown me I was
right.” This with a gratified smile.
“How old are you?”
“Just turned sixteen, sir.”
"A lie. You'll never see eighteen
again. Big for your age. at that, with
muscles like a horse. Pack up your
kit and go for'ard into the fo’c'sle.
You're a boat-puller now. You’re pro
moted; see?"
Without waiting for the boy’s ac
ceptance, the captain turned to the
sailor who had just finished the grue
some task of sewing up the corpse.
“Johansen, do you know anything
about navigation?”
“No, sir.”
“Well, never mind; you're mate just
the same. Get your traps aft into the
mate's berth.”
"Ay. ay, sir.” was the cheery re
sponse as Johansen started forward.
In the meantime the erstwhile cabin
boy had not moved.
“What are you waiting for?” Wolf
Larsen demanded.
"1 didn’t sign for boat-puller, sir,”
was the reply. “I signed for cabin
boy. An’ I don't want no boat pullin’
in mine.”
“Pack up and go for'ard.”
This time Wolf Larsen’s command
was thrillingly imperative. The boy
glowered sullenly, but refused to move.
Then came another stirring of Wolf
Larsen's tremendous strength. It was
utterly unexpected, and it was over
and done with between the ticks of
two seconds. He harl sprung fully six
feet across the deck and driven his
fist into the other’s stomach. At the
same moment, as though I had been
struck myself. 1 felt a sickening shock
in the pit of my stomach. I instance
this to show the sensitiveness of my
nervous organization at the time, and
how unused I was to spectacles of bru
tality. The cabin-boy—and he weighed
165 at the very least—crumpled up.
He lifted into the air and struck the
deck alongside the corpse on his head
and shoulders, where he lay and
writhed about in agony.
wen: narsen asked or me. nave
you made up your mind?”
1 had glanced occasionally at the ap
proaching schooner, and it was now
almost abreast of us and not more
than a couple of hundred yards away.
It was a very trim and neat little craft.
I could see a large, black number on
one of its sails, and I had seen pic
tures of pilot boats.
"What vessel is that?” 1 asked.
‘‘The pilot-boat Lady Mine." Wolf
Larsen answered grimly. "Got rid of
her pilots and running into San Fran
cisco. She’ll be there in five or six
hours with this wind.”
“Will you please signal it, then, so
that I may be put ashore.”
“Sorry, but I’ve lost the signal book
overboard.” he remarked, and the
group of hunters grinned.
I debated for a moment, looking him
squarely in the eyes. 1 had seen the
frightful treatment of the cabin-boy.
and knew that I should very probably
receive the same, if not worse. As I
say. 1 debated with myself, and then
I did what I consider the bravest act
of my life. I ran to the side, waving
my arms and shouting:
"Lady Mine ahoy! Take me ashore!
A thousand dollars if you take me
ashore!”
I waited, watching two men who
stood by the wheel, one of them steer
ing. The other was lifting a mega
phone to his lips. 1 did not turn my
head, though I expected every mo
ment a killing blow' front the human
brute behind me. At last, after what
seemed centuries, unable longer to
stand the strain. I looked around. He
had not moved. He was standing in
the same position, swaying easily to
the roil of the ship and lighting a
fresh cigar.
“What is the matter? Anything
wrong?"
This was the cry from the Lady
Mine.
“Yes!” I shouted, at the top of my
lungs. “Life or death! One thousand
dollars if you take me ashore!"
"Too much ’Frisco tanglefoot for the
health of my crew!” Wolf Larsen
shouted after. “This one”—indicating
me with his thumb—“fancies sea ser
pents and monkeys just now!"
The man on the Lady Mine laughed
back through the megaphone. The
pilot-boat plunged past.
“Give him hell for me!” came a final
cry. and the two men waved their
arms in farewell.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
HAS EARNED ITS POPULARITY
Turkey Welcomed in Every Country
Where the People Appreciate
Good Things to Eat.
In every corner of the globe almost,
at least where civilization has spread
Its epicurean tastes, may be found the
domesticated turkey—not. however, of
his own volition. Never would he. in
his wild state, have sought to cross
the stormy seas to find green fields
and pastures new.
He is not so constructed. He is not
bold or adventurous of disposition.
On the contrary, be is timid and much
afraid of things he does not under
stand, and when undisturbed is prone
to let well enough alone and get along
with his accustomed feeding grounds.
Again, as a flier the turkey is not
a pronounced success. He flies pon
derously. almost painfully, and with
great effort and only when much
frightened. His flight can be sus
tained for only a short distance, but
what the wild turkey lacks as an avi
ator he fully makes up as a sprinter.
' He can outrun a race horse, espe
daily in his own native forest, where
undergrowth and bushes seem but to
add to his speed But he could not
have flown over the ocean even if he
had had that unnatural desire.
He was taken over by the hand of
man. first to Spain, then to other Medi
terranean countries, to northern Eu
rope. to the far East, until now he is
well-nigh omnipresent. And this
spreading out of his kind even unto
the ends of the earth i3 all due to the
entrancing Qualities his meat takes on
when properly baked or roasted.
Style Forecast.
Exclusive style forecast: There wiil
be two kinds of styles for women this
season, one for those who don’t want
to wear anything that will attract at
tendon and another for those who
won t wear anything else.—Milwaukee
Journal.
Same Game.
“A take beauty doctor is pursuing
the same line of business as a gar
dener."
"What s that?"
"Grafting peaches.”
ESTIMATING AGE OF EARTH
Geologists Have Differed Greatly as
to the Time It Has Been in
Existence.
As long ago as 1860 John Phillips,
the geologist, estimated that the time
required for the deposition of the stra
tified rocks lay between 38,000,000 and
06.000. 000 years. This was probably
the only estimate prior to Kelvin's
epoch-making paper of 1862. Since
that time many estimates have been
made, varying all the way from 17,000,
000 years to 400,000,000 years. Kelvin
was the first to discuss the age of the
earth considered as a cooling body.
In 1893 Clarence King introduced the
important criterion of tidal stability
and reached the conclusion that 24,
000,000 represented the conditions.
This result was adopted by Kelvin in
1897, and then he placed the limits as
20.000. 000 and 40,000,000 years. Only
Sir George Darwin has discussed the
age of the earth from a purely astro
nomical point of view. From his theory
of the earth-moon system he derived
an estimate of more than 56,000,000
years, which for a long time stood be
tween groups of higher and lower fig
ures. J. Joly was the first to base
estimates of the age of the earth, in
1899, on the sodium contained in the
ocean. Adopting the hypothesis that
the sodium content of the ocean is
derived at a constant rate from that
of the rocks, he arrived at an age of
80,000,000 or 90,000,000 years, and in
creased this by 10,000.000 in 1900. In
1909 Mr. Solias made a searching in
quiry int„ this subject and placed the
age of the ocean at between 80.000,000
and 150,000,000 years.
The Great Missouri River.
The Missouri is one cf the great
rivers of the United States. Its total
length 1b about 2,400 miles, and that
part above the crossing of the North
era Pacific has a length of about 1,160
miles. The total area drained Dy this
river is 527,155 square miles, a terri
tory as great as that embraced In the
states of New Jersey, Pennsylvania,
Uhlo, Delaware, Maryland, Virginia,
West Virginia, Kentucky, North Caro
lina, Tennessee, South Carolina, Geor
gia, Alabama and Mississippi.
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JOFFRE’S MAIN RELIANCE
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In the phalanx of brilliant gen
erals who surround and support Gen
eral Joffre, the generalissimo of th<
French army, General Foch occupies
a place in the front row. It is gen
erally admitted that it is General Foct
who would be called upon to replact
General Joffre should circumstances
suddenly require it.
General Foch was born in Tarbes
Hautes Pyrenees, in 1851. Made cap
tain at the age of twenty-six, he soot
became professor at the military acad
my, where he had an opportunity tc
develop such theories as he held dear
When war broke out% he was ir
command of the Twentieth army
corps at Nancy. After fighting in Lor
raine General Foch took command ol
the Ninth army at the battle of the
Marne, in the region of Sezanne, at
Vitry-le-Francois, where, as leader oi
men, he revealed such qualities that
the generalissimo has since then in
trusted mm witu command or the entire group of armies operating in tne
region of the north
One trait of his character is tenacity. It is to this trait that he owes
decisive success which largely contributed to the victory of the Marne.
Compelled to fall back three days in succession, he retook the offensive each
morning and ended by beating his adversary.
General Foch is of medium height, still sprightly in spite of his sixty
three years, and has bright, piercing eyes, which are strikingly intelligent
and mirthful. Under a rather heavy, unkempt mustache his lips mumble
mechanically over a cigar eternally extinct.
Adored by all his subordinates, General Foch has ever known how to
make his men appreciate the facility of his authority, which is devoid of all
the petty annoyances so irritating to the French soldier, who resents being
leedlessly bothered about trifles.
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ARIZONA’S WOMAN SENATOR
Mrs. Frances Willard Munds is a
state senator in Arizona. She was
elected from Prescott and is chairman
of the committee on education and
public institutions. She has greatly
enjoyed the work and has been treat
ed with great courtesy by the male
members. She has been called on
twice to preside in the senate.
Mrs. Munds was born h. California
and was reared in Nevada. At the age
of thirteen she went to Pittsfield, Me.,
and entered the Maine Central insti
tute in the spring term of 1882. She
i took a scientific course and was gradu
I ated in 1885.
Soon after graduating she went to
Arizona, where her family was located.
She taught school two years and then
marr'ed John L. Munds, for many
7ears engaged in tho stock business
and mining. Her husband was eight
years sheriff of Yavapai county.
He and Mrs. Munds are Democrats.
i ueueve in sum age ror women because I think their influence in
politics will be of great benefit to themselves and to the human race in
general, says Mrs. Munds. “I am convinced that the women will form the
spiritual balance so much needed in legislatures. I hope to be a member
of the next Democratic national convention, and if I am I shall work to get
a suffrage plank in the national platform.”
Mr. and Mrs. Munds have one son and two daughters.
GREAT MAKER OF POWDER
Someone down East has suggest
ed that T. Coleman du Pont would be
a good man for the Republicans to
nominate for the presidency, and to
the people of Delaware, at least, the
idea does not seem incongruous. Gen
eral du Pont is now ilfty-two years
old, active, wiry and aggressive, al
most nervously aggressive it may be
said; the type of man who knows
what he wants to do and straightway
starts about it; the type of man, fur
thermore, who possesses thorough
training for his work and wide ex
perience in doing it. He was born
in Louisville, Ky„ December 11, 1863,
son of Bidermann du Pont and Ellen
* S. Coleman.
As a lad he attended Drbana uni
versity in Ohio, then went to Boston,
where he studied at the Chauncey
school. He finally entered the Mas
sachusetts Institute of Technology,
from which he was duly graduated
»s an engineer. «e at once oegau to practice ms pruieasiun in large enter
prises in Pennsylvania.
Later he took up the mining of coal and iron ore, and still later the
construction and operation of street railways. Subsequently he entered the
steel business, and Anally, in 1902, became president of the industry founded
more than a century ago by his paternal ancestors—the manufacture of
explosives. His interests continued to expand until they included banking,
railroad companies and coal mining and also active participation in politics,
in which lie he has been personally engaged almost from the time he became
of age.
As to the man himself, his private life, his individual tastes, his habits
of thought, the world knows almost nothing. It may not be inaccurate to
say that a large part of the general public thinks of him as a masterful
personality, who is going to put through his own plan., regardless of any
opposition.
STONE, VITALIZER OF MONEY
When the National City bank an
nounced that Charles A. Stone had
been selected to pilot the new $50,000,
000 company known as the American
International corporation, that has set
itself to the task of healing the finan
cial wounds that the world suffers
as the result ot the present war, peo
ple outside of that mysterious world
known as “high financial circles”
wanted to know who Mr. Stone was,
what he had done and what he pro
posed doing.
But when President Frank A.
Vanderlip of the National City bank
further announced that this same
Charles A. Stone was “a vitalizer of
money” there was surprise as well as
curiosity.
For twenty-five of his fifty years
Mr. Stone has been known through
out the United States and Canada as
one of America’s foremost efficiency
;xperts. Today there are fifty corpora
Jons of the public utility kind under his management—one for each year
of his life. No matter how sick they were when Mr. Stone got them his
efficiency treatment made them whole and strong enough to go about their
isual work.
His past twenty-five years have been very active because he is a con
struction engineer as well as an efficiency man—he has built factories, power
plants and the like^
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Or address J. A. MAY, Manager.
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HAIR BALSAM
A toilet preparation of merit.
Helps to eradicate dandruff.
For Restoring Color and
Beauty to Gray or Faded Hair.
60c. and $LQ0 at Dru-ggiata.
-- ..
A Winter Campaign.
“Can't you get rid of the cook?”
“Well, we are preparing for a drive
against her.”
ALWAYS LOOK YOUR BEST
As to Your Hair and Skin by Using
Cuticura. Trial Free.
The Soap to cleanse and purify, the
Ointment to soothe and heal. These
fragrant, super-creamy emollients pre
serve the natural purity and beauty
of the skin under conditions which, if
neglected, tend to produce a state of
irritation and disfigurement.
Free sample each by mail with Book.
Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept. L,
Boston. Sold everywhere.—Adv.
The herring catch of England last
year exceeded by far that of any pre
vious season.
Stop That Ache!
Don't worry along with a bad
back. Get rid of it. It’s a sign you
haven't taken care of yourself—
haven’t had enough air, exercise
and sleep. Probably this has up
set your kidneys. Get back to sensi
ble habits, and give the kidneys
help. Then, if it’s kidney backache,
the dizziness, lameness and tire^
ness will disappear. Use Doan’s
Kidney Pills—the best recommend
ed kidney remedy.
I An Iowa Case
I* Entry Pictwrt
TeUta Story”
| Mrs. A. J. Lam
bert. 811 Cook St
. Sioux City. Iowa.
f says: "My bladder
was badly inflamed
and I was feeling
miserable when I
began using Doan’s
Kidney Pillg. They
£aYe me prompt re
lief. Some time
later when I was
again suffering
from weak and dis- ■
ordered k 1 d n eys. I
Doan’s Kidnuvl
i-uis nxed me up all right. Since then I
I haven t suffered.”
Get Doan's at Any Store. 50c a Box
DOAN'S VslY*
FOSTERJiIILBURN CO, BUFFALO. N. Y, I
Rf iCV “SrSES SURELY PREVENTED
. . western stockmen, because thee
V «her» ether seseiett fail
3 El m .tits for booklet and testimonials.’
I si Y '0--o#. Pk|s. Blaekleg Pills SI 00
■ SO-dese pkfls. Blaeklee Pius ano
The sim^inrtt, .*.07 Rector, but Cutter's tS*.
The eoperlorltr of Cutter products la dn»
jeers of speclaliaini In vaeelnee see 15
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PtTIIITSaaL^g ■
W. N. U., OMAHA, NoT_3-1916]
