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Enoch Wentworth, newspaper man. nnd
Andrew Morry. nctor. nftur tho guests tit
ft poker parly Imvu departed, piny a last
Iinnd, thu Makes absolute control of tlio
futuro of tin- loser. Wentworth wins and
It Is decided to Keep tho mnttor ft secret.
Dorms, Enoch's Bister, becomos Interested
Jn Merry. Knowlni? of his shortcomings
from her brother, sho tries to nrouso tho
nctor' nmbltlon. He outlines tho plot of
ft play he has had In mind and she urges
him to ko to work on It. When ho com
pletes tho play nd ronds It to Went
worth tho latter demands It as tho for
feit of tho bond won In the poker game.
Preparations for staKlns; tho play nro be
gun, but Merry, who Is to play tho lead
Diir part. In missing-. Uorcus Is asked to
iilay "Cordelia," tho leading foinalo part.
Iho quarrels with her brother for tak n
nit tho credit for tho piece and Ignoring
Ms best friend. Dorcas llnda Merry
nmong the down-and-outs In a bread Una
nnd takes him homo with her. Prompted
by her Interest he agrees to tako tho lead
In tho play.
CHAPTER X Continued.
"Of course, In cases of downright
genius It Is different. Thoro la Merry.
If we except tragedy, I bollovo he
could portray any character from gay
est comedy to Intenso emotion. I pro
diet for your sister's 'Cordelia a suc
cess that will stir Now York to enthu
siasm, but she could never play any
thing but a sweet, true-hearted woman.
No matter how hard sho tried, she
would fall In the part of a false, un
scrupulous adventuross. Do you aee
what I am driving at?"
"I think I do."
"When you read your play to me
and 'John EsterbVook's' wlfo took
shape boforo my eyes, ZUIa Paget
came to my memory, I asked you then
to reserve tho part for her, because,
If I con Judgo human, naturo, she Is
tho woman's prototype."
"Miss Paget must bo a fiend Incar
nate If 'Mrs. Estorbrook' Is not bad
enough for her."
"I'm not as merciless as that! Let
mo tell you what I Judgo her by. Sea
son after scnBon ehe was cast In Lon
don companies for women of the lower
typo or of bad morals. Sometimes
she was a cold-blooded, scheming ad
venturess, or a crcaturo so cruel, so
heartless and unwomanly that she
seemed a defamation of tho sex.
MIsb Paget was making a nam- for
herself when an Idiotic manager cast
her as a sweet, refined, homo-loving
woman. I nover sat through such a
pitiful failure. Sho played It for two
nights, then sho waa thrown aside.
She had a long run of hard luck. Man
agers forgot how remarkably sho had
"Arc You Sure She Is 80 Bad?"
played bad woman. The failure as a
good woman was laid up against her."
"I thought sho had a tremendous
ucceis last winter."
"She had. She came in, after drift
ing through tho provinces In small
parte, and chance throw in her way
one, of tho most dastardly female parts
ever put on the stage. Sho made It
bo real that, blase old theater goer as
I am, I longed to throttle her. One
night I happened to meet her socially,
'ZUIa Paget assured me that In ono
case at least my theory was right Sho
-was everything sho portrayed on tho
stage, and boyond this, she was abso
lutely drunken with vanity."
"Are you euro- sho is bo bad?"
Enoch spoke coldly. "She 1b one of
rthe m'oBt beautiful women I ever saw
In my life."
"That makes her more dangerous. I
baje. actually doubted whethor I did
Jrlght when I brought her to a new
country and put her among decent
people." '
"Have you anything against the
woman except theories?"
"Merely scraps of her history, which
toro authentic She came from te low
' tost stratum of factory life in !Loeds
and married aboye her. The young
Ihusband waa devoted to her. A baby
Icame, a llttlo boy who waa blind. To
that sort of woman neither child nor
husband 1b a tie. She broke loose,
a year or two after her marriage, and
mummmm
lost any self-respect sho had over had.
Tho husband shot himself, sho aban
doned tho child and left for London.
Then ehe wont on tho stage.
"Thoro was nothing then actually
criminal In her career?" asked Went
worth. Ho was conscious of a certain
absurd Irritation.
Oswald hesitated. "Not actually
criminal, I suppose. Tho law has not
mado so flno a point as to Indict a
womnu when sho drives a man to eul
cldo." "What do you think of changing In
her part?" askod Wentworth
bruRquoly.
"I was going to suggest you 'make
'Mrs. Estorbrook' coarser, more flam
boyant, moro heartless. Do not give
her a solitary trait of motherhood.
Sho Is tho vory opposite of 'Cordelia
with her lovo and tenderness for a
broken fathor."
"How do you account for a woman of
that sort having such a child?"
"Really now, Wentworth, that's up
to you; both of thorn are your crea
tion!" "Yes, certainly," Enoch laughed
grimly. "Still It is an anomaly you
don't often seo In real life."
"It is," assented Oswald. "Hero's
MIbs Paget watch her in the sceno
I've mentioned."
The eyes of both men followed the
woman as she moved slowly across tho
stage. Shu dropped into a chair and
waited for hor cue. Sho did not look
tho traditional adventuress. She had
a curiously pale, transparent skin, into
which, during excited moments, the
blood flushed rosily. Masses of yellow
silky hair woro brushed' back in aim
plo waves from her forehead. She
used llttlo make-up or artifice of any
sort Her eyes woro intensely blue.
Thoro was a lovely cleft dimple In her
chin. Although well along in the thir
ties sho retained her girlish faco and
figure.
Wontworth turned to Oswald with a
flush of Irritation. "It doesn't seem fair
to mako a degenerate of such a wom
an; sho doesn't look it"
"That's where the mischief lies,"
answered Oswald quietly.
Tho rehearsal wont on. "Miss Paget
took her cue. Both men watched her
critically. Wentworth drew a long
breath when tho scone with "Cordelia"
.in tho second act was over. The wom
an certainly could act!
"She'll do," said Enoch heartily.
"Only," he added after a moment's
hesitation, "how does Dorcas strike
you? Is sho strong enough? It doesn't
seem to mo as if sho saw all the pos
sibilities of 'Cordelia.' "
"Wontworth, your sister Is going to
Burprlso you. Take my word for it
Sho is nervous now, but "
"It's a devil of a risk. 'Cordelia's'
Buch a big part and Dorcas has had
no training."
"Sho does not need training the
conventional training you have In
mind."
"If she falls it puts mo in a nasty
light with the public producing a play
simply to exploit my slater," Enoch's
tono waa curt
"Sho won't fail." Oswald Bpoko with
quiet assurance "Think over my sug
gestion about 'Mrs. Esterbrook's' part
It is thoro whore 'Cordelia' leaves her
tho mother knows the daughter well
enough to realize It is good-by forever
that you want to cut out every spark
of motherly feeling. Once or twice
bIio almost pulls on tho audience for
sympathy. When 'Cordelia' Bhows her
contempt for the mother and shatters
her overy ambition, there could not bo
a solitary throb of pity, remorso or
lovo It Is not in her."
Oswald dropped tho subject Went
worth began to twist his hands nerv
ously, a habit he bad when disturbed.
The Englishman sat back in silence,
watching tho rehearsal intently. Mer
ry stood leaning against a stucco pit'
lar. In this act ho did not appear, but
occasionally, against the sharp com
ilonally. against the sham com -
mands of tho stago manager, his voice
rang out In brief, concise suggestions.
"What a remarkable conception Mer
ry haB of every character," whlsporcd
Oswald. Enoch did not Bpeak. "Gil
bert resents my ordora in a fashion,"
contlnuod the Englishman. "I told
him to act on any suggestion that Mer
ry offered. Gilbert would not say a
word If you went back and throw In an
Idea hero und thcro; a stago manager
expects that from tho author. I should
think you would do It occasionally."
"It isn't In my line." Wentworth
spoko BUllenly. "Evory movo Is put
into tho manuscript as plain as a pike
staff." "Yob, but" Oswald glanced at his
companion curiously, thon he dropped
the subject "It strlkea mo Merry has
changed. The night 1 spoke to him ou
tho L he was llko a boy with some
grand secret up his sleeve.. Today ho
takoa nothing but a half-languid In
terest In tho .whole thing. He Is going
to give a remarkablo -portrayal of
'John Esterbrook,' but when ho Is not
acting ho seems to havo no Interest in
life. What do you lay it to?"
"Don't ask mo," mumured Wont
worth. "Ho's a roan of moods, I gave
up trying to understand him years
ago."
"Even when it came to the question
of salury he didn't show any interest
He wouldn't set a figure. I don't know
yet if ho thinks tho prlco I named was
right Ho cfoscd with my first offer,
signed tho contract, then walked out"
"It's tho biggest wad ho ever drow."
"He'll prove himself worth overy
ha'penny of It"
Wentworth rose nnd pullod his hat
.frdm under tho seat
"Don't you want to seo the rehearsal
out?" asked Oswald suddenly,
"No, I'm going homo. I may put
your suggestion Into shape, while it 1b
fresh In my mind."
Enoch paused iti tho theater to light
a cigar. A nowspapor man, who was
an old friend, approached, full of eager
Inquiry about tho progress of tho play.
Wentworth brushed him auldo quickly
and strodo out to tho otroet. A momont
lator ho felt a twinge of remorso. The
man's congratulations had been heart
felt. Ho could not shako off tho mom.
ory of a startled astonlshmont that
camo Into his faco at the brusquo re
ception. Ho was a good fellow, there
Merry Stood Leaning Against a Stuc
co Pillar.
had been pleasant companionship with
him In the old days. Tho old days
seemed ages ago, further back than
the gaiety of childhood.
Ho left Broadway, walking with,
quick, nervous strides until he found
himself far over on the East aide,
wandering aimlessly through wretched
streets, populated by the drift from
nations. The sidewalks were thronged
with children. Occasionally Enoch
awore beneath his breath as he es
caped tumbling over them during his
hurried, headlong progress. When he
turned a corner he found his way
blockaded by a huge safe that was be
ing hoisted into a warehouse. He
glanced at the street, it was' ankle
deep in Blush. Suddenly the odorof
hot bread was wafted to him from a
little restaurant cavern below tho side
walk. He remembered he had eaten
no breakfast and it aroused a sudden
sense of hunger. He ran quickly down
the steps. The small dining room waa
remarkably clean. He sat down with
a sense of satisfaction which seemed
alien to such a place
"Bring me cofteo and a steak, a first
class steak dono rare," he ordered.
"Cook it carefully."
He was alone in tho small room. It
was quiet except for the shrill voices
of children on the sidewalk. He had
not known a moment of peaco or soli
tude for months. All his llfo he bad
scoffed at nerves as a delusion. He
wondered It ho had been wrong,
whether nerves might not bo a stern
reality. It they were, ho had them.
His mind wont flashing over the events
of the past fortnight, since the night
when, weary, harassed, and hopoloss,
he returned from Montreal to be met
by Dorcas with the news that Merry
had returned and was ready to begin
rehearsals. It still exasperated him
whon he remembered how stubbornly
she had refused details of Andrew's
home-coming. All he learned was that
the actor had seen Oswald and was re
hearsing from morning till night
A few days later, In the foyer of the
u'ani. wnen ne camo race 10 race
1 w" erry. " P'-" "
Intercourse was determined instantly.
Wentworth hnd been In a mood to
welcome reconciliation and friend
ship; Androw was cold, courteous, and
singularly unapproachable. Enoch's
warmth was chilled and his pride
aroused. Ho plunged , fiercely Into
work, scarcely snatching ttmo to eat
or sloop. Moro than onco Oswald had
remonstrated; bo could seo that the
man was working beyond tho limit of
human capacity. Work was the only
thing that would whip retrospection
from his mind. Drink had nover been
a temptation to wontworth It was
nothing but a sido Issue to sociability
so ho did not take to it now. Ho
realized he was losing old friends; ho
had tossed one of ihom aside today.
Tho Intuition which is bred by a
guilty consclenco began to play strango
pranks with blm. He felt as If Os
wald had guessed his secret and was"
driving htm into a corner by the sug
gestion that ho remodel the play. He
saw Dorcas each day grow colder and
more suspicious. Morry at ono glance
had thrust him outside the pale of ac
quaintanceship. Within ton days
"The House of Esterbrook" would have
Its first production.
Enoch shlverod with apprehension
as he thought of It A queer thing had
loomed up In his mind during the past
few days. A decade ago a club friend
with a fad for palmistry had insisted
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on reading his hand. Tho man prophe
sied a physical and moral downfall In
tho courso of 12 years. Wentworth
laughed at tho Idea, forgot it com
pletely, then ono night tho momory of
it camo to htm llko a shot Ho would
liavo given all ho possessed to return
to tho morning when Merry burst In
upon him full of gaiety and hopo. He
could not go back; it waa llko un
snarling a tanglo of string" when ono
found no visible end where the task
could bo commenced.
Ho was aroused by a clatter of
dishes. The waiter set tho breakfast
before him. As ho ato ho laid a morn
ing paper on tho table and bognn to
read; thoro had bocn no chnnco earlier
In tho day to glanco at It Tho first
thing his oyo foil upon wns a column
about "Tho Houso of Estorbrook."
The public seemed to nwalt tho pro
duction with unusual anticipation.
Merry hnd tho enthusiastic following
which is so often bestowed upon an
erratic, lovablo genius. Wontworth'o
famo bb a Journalist was of long stand
ing, and Oswald, Englishman as he
was, had already won friends among
newspaper men. Wontworth read it
quickly, then he turned to tho news of
the day. Nothing Interested him the
sparklo had gone out of llfo as the
bead dies on champagne. He drank a
second, then a third cup of strong cof
feo, which acted upon him as whisky
doos on some men.
When ho climbed tho uneven steps
of tho sidewalk the world had grown
sunnier; there was a futuro before
him, famo, riches, and tho applause of
millions. He reached Third avenue,
ran up the stairs to .the elevated, and,
puffing slowly at a cigar, gazed on the
rush of life below. He was deliberat
ing how it was best to approach Merry
on the subject of changing that second
act Oswald was a keen critic, and
Enoch had seen the necessity of It him
self; it waa the one weak spot in the
play. From the moment when he
burned the labor of half a lifetime he
realized his own incapacity for play
writing. He himself could do nothing
to the drama', but he felt a chill of
terror at the thought of speaking to
Merry on the subject
CHAPTER XI.
The Volka.
A city's electrio lights were begin;
mng to Diozo tnrougn tho twilight
when Wontworth knocked at the door
of Merry's dressing room.
"Come!" cried the nctor sharply.
As Enoch entered he felt a throb of
longing for tho old warm friendship.
Andrew's faco paled for a moment as
he looked up at his visitor. He nodded
but did not speak. Kelly, who acted
as Merry's valet during his prosperous
seasons, lifted a heap of garments
from a chair and set it before Enoch,
who took it in silence- Andrew sat
staring into a mirror while he ex
perimented v?lth a make-up for the
broken-down convict In the third act
He dashed line after line into his faco,
blending each lightly into the grease
paint Nobody spoke even Kelly
seemed to have fallen under the spell
of quiet He knelt on the floor polish
ing shoes with stolid industry. Enoch
wondered curiously what the keen old
Irishman waa thinking. He had known
nothing between thorn but a most fra
ternal friendship. The silence became
oppressive. At last Wentworth spoke.
"Aro you going to be alone soon,
Merry? Lwant to have a talk with you
about business."
Andrew did not look up while he an
swered carelessly, "I'll be alone in a
few minutes. Kelly has an errand to
do at tho tailor's. You may go now,"
he added, nodding to the valet; "there's
no hurry about the uhoes."
When the old man shut the door be
hind him Andrew did not turn his
gaze from the mirror. Tho reflection
of Wentworth's face was close besldo
his own. He could see that his visitor
was ill at ease.
"Well?" ho said interrogatively.
"Can't you turn round and face me
while we talk?" asked the elder man
Impatiently. ,
Andrew wheeled about and his eyes
met Wentworth's calmly. "Certainly,
I can face you."
The red surged into Enoch's face,
then hard lines wrinkled about his
mouth. H1b mood had changed. v He
spoke with brutal conciseness.
"Oswald and I have decided that
there, ought to be a few changes made
In the text of the play."
"Of your play," corrected Merry.
"There la one weak point in it,"
Enoch went on deliberately. "'Mrs.
Esterbrook' draws on the sympathy
of tho audience for a few moments
when 'Cordelia' leaves her. A woman
of that caliber could Tiave no such feel
ing." "No?"
"No." Wentworth repeated the word
almost furiously. He began to twist
his hands.
"I buppobo that act ought to bo re
written." "Not rewritten, simply elaborated.
Strike oilt some lines, put in others."
"Why don't you do it?"
"Why don't I do it?" Enoch Jumped
to his feet shaken by a sudden impulse
of rage. "That's a nice question to ask
me."
"It haB nover seemed to me there
was anything particularly nice in the
whole situation." Andrew's tones
wero on a calm level.
"We'll Ieavo that out of the question
altogether," growled Wontworth. "I
should' never have intrudod upon you
but for this reason. You can see the
exigencies of tho case. You've got to
retouch the play."
"1 will not lay a pen to the play."
Androw turned as If tho conversation
woro at an end and began to pencil
careworn wrinkles on his cheeks.
Enoch tipped his chair babk against
the wall, put his feet on the rungs, and
began to think. Nobody knew so well
as he that one faced a oarrlcado with
Merry in a doggedly obstinate mood.
Inwardly ho wus at white heat; tho
blind groping hope for reconciliation
was at an end; Btlll ho knew if he
ever needed diplomacy it was now. If,
he wero to prcclpltato a storm, Mer
ry was capablo of flinging over his
engagement at the Inst moment
"Lot me explain," began Wentworth
laboriously. A tap at tho door Inter
rupted him. It was opened and Os
wald stepped in. Ho seated himself
on tho edgo of a trunk.
"Have you mentioned to Mr. Merry
the suggestion I mado about tho sec-'
ond act?" he asked, turning to Went
worth. "Wo wero discussing it when you
camo In."
"What do you think of It, Merry?"
"I really havo not had tlmo to givo
It a thought." Andrew looked unin
terested. "Besides, you know I do not
come into that act, and I havo scarce
ly Been It rehearsed." Ho picked up a
towel nnd began to wipo tho make-up
off his faco.
"It 1b simply this. 'Mrs. Esterbrook'
1b an utterly heartless woman. Dead
to consclenco as sho is at tho begin
ning, shovcomes out of her llfo's trag
edy calloused beyond all redemption.
It strikes a falso noto to have her re
pent for even a second. Sho does not
know what mother-love or lovo of any
sort means. With hor last exit sho
ought to leave an audience hating and
despising her. Now one feels a sud
den touch of sympathy. She must be
Irredeemably bad. Then, too, it is not
only truo to the woman's character,
but 'Cordelia' Bhlnes whiter against it"
Merry nodded. "You're right, L fancy.
Wentworth has only to change a few
lines to throw the whole thing plumb.
You can do It in halt an hour, old
chap."
When Oswald turned to Wentworth
he caught a look on the man's face
that puzzled him, a flash of 'impotent
rage, hate, and apprehension. Enoch
realized he bad revealed his soul for
a moment He picked up his hat and
spoke brusquely. "You two finish talk
ing it over, I have a thousand things to
tend to."
"Is Wentworth is ho touchy? Did
he feel that I was criticizing his play?"
asked Oswald anxiously when the door
closed with a hasty rap.
"I don't think it's that" Merry
spoke slowly, then he dashed to an
other Bubject. "I want to consult you
about changing one of tho people in
tho cast, little Katie Durham."
"Oh, tho child In the first act?"
"She's a bright enough youngster.
She tells mo she onco got a hundred
dollars a weok in vaudevillo as a too
dancer," Merry laughed. "A toe
dancer scarcely Alls the bill for the
small 'Cordelia.' "
"She struck me In rehearsal this
morning aa lacking in something."
"Sho is lacklnglh everything. She's
a stlltedj grown-up, llttlo brat; thero's
nothing childlike about her. When she
clings to my neck shrieking, 'Father.'
In that ear-splitting baby pipe of hers,
she Jars every nerve in my body."
"Let her go. Only it is a problem
where to find a sweet natural stage
child."
"I can lay my hands on ono imme
diately," said Merry quietly. "It's a
youngster who has never been behind
tho -footlights in her life."
"Could you do anything with her in
ten days7"
"I should like to try. She's a gen
tle, refined, aweot-volced little girl;
besides, ebo haB dramatic blood in her
that always tells. Do you remember
George Volk?"
"George Volkl Why, of courso,"
cried Oswald after a moment's hesita
tion. "What ever became of the man?
Did he die?"
"Nobody knows." Merry's voice had
a bitter tone in it "Better for Borne
people It ho had died. This llttlo Julie
I want a chance for is his child."
"Where is Volk?"
"I can't tell you. It ho'a alive ho
must be far down by this time. He
was a wrotched sot when I saw htm
last"
"By Jove! what an Impetuous stage
lover ho did makel I saw nim In a big
production tho first time I came to
America, then in London. He was the
handsomest man that ever stepped on
tho stage."
"A handsome piece of beet! Ten
vears nno he married ono of tho sweet
est, most loyal women I ever knew.
Sho was on the stage, but she never
won much notice. Her work was so
quiet and delicate that she appealed
to the few. She was in a company
with me for two seasons. How Volk
mado ber suffer t The beast!"
"Is she nllve?"
"Yes. I hadn't heard of the Volks
for years. I was going homo last night
whon a woman touched me on the arm.
She was lamo and looked ill. A little
girl clung to her. I did not know her.
'I'm Alice Volk, she said. I put them
In a cab and took them, up to Harlem,
to the best old woman In the world."
"Are they in want?" asked Oswald.
"They wero starving, in rags and
BhoelesB. The child pullod at my heart
strings. Sho Isn't quite sovon and
small for her" ago, but tho way she
carea for the poor, crippled little
mother" Andrew laid a gray wig
upon his kneo and began to brush it
vigorously. "I don't want to throw
this Durham youngster out of a Job,
though, simply because I can't endure
her. She's common aa dirt but she
can't help it Have you Been the
mother?"
"Yes," said Oswald gravely.
"What feazes me is how we could
delude an audience into believing that
this sharp-nosed, uncanny'looklng,
Bhrlll-tongued llttlo ape could develop
Into Miss Wentworth's 'Cordelia."
They're different breedB entirely."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Brown Had Overlooked Leap Year,
and Jones Was Quick to Mark
the Point
Irving Fletcher, tho well-known ad
vortlslng expert, said at an advertis
ing jncn'B dinner at Delmonico'a In
New York:
"A good advertisement never lies.
It never deceives. ' For It can only
pay by making lite patrons, not tran
sient ones.
"A good advertisement never lies,
but it states its case as strongly as
possible,. and it avails itself of every
point however slight There it la
like young Jones. .
"Young Jones proposed at Lake
wood to a pretty girl, but sho said un
certainly, swinging her slim foot in
and out of her slashed skirt:
" 'I like you, Mr. Jones. But, then,
I like Mr. Brown, too And Mr. Brown
is so devoted. Ho says ho thinks
of me 365 days in the year.'
"'Huh!' snorted young Jones, con
temptuously. 'He wants a day off
every four years, does' ho? Well, I
hope you're not taken in by any such
ono-horso devotion as that'"
Everything In a Name.
Gadsby What will you name your
new paper?
Writer The Plugtown Harp of a
Thousand Strings with Steam Calliope
Interlude and Journalistic Short Stop.
Gadsby Heavens, what a name!
Why do you have such a complicated
title?
Writer -To avoid damages in libel
suits. The attorneys will all blunder
in the Indictments and they'll be
quashed.
Useful Knowledge.
The very young lady was showing
her BChool friend from another city
about her naUve town. Presently the
pair came to a llttlo square adorned
with a statue of tho local Civil war
hero.
"It isn't very much to boast of aa
art," said the sophisticated young chit,
"but. It's Important to know about it
because one usually asks ono to meet
one here."
" Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle ot
CASTORIA, a safe and euro remedy foi
Infante and children, and aee that it
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Signature of Cjutylj&JUU
In Use For Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher's Castoria
Had Parents Guessing.
"What do you mean when you say
ho was born a diplomat?"
"Well, whon he was a weok old his
parents quarreled about which he
loved best"
BIIAKB INTO YOUR SHOES
AUtn'i Itoot-Bo, tbe AntUeptlo powder for Tired,
Tender, iwollen, nerrou feet, aire rest and
comfort. Makel (Unclnc a delight. Bold ererrwher,
Xo. Don't acetpt any tuftidtuM. for VnBB iw
pie, addrMi Alien B. Olmiled, Le Hor, N. T. AdT.
Correct Attire.
"What kind of a coat would you
wear to a' fishing party?"
"I should suggest a swallow-tale."
A cow recently walked into a village
bank in Ohio. She probably wanted
to have hor milk certified.
The Source of Uric Acid
Eating- too much U a common habit that
does a lot ot harm. Meat.espeolally.formi
urlo acid and tba constant filtering ot acid
laden blood weakens tbe kidneys. 1) rlo add
causes rheumatic and nervous trouble,
weakens tbe eves, forms travel and leads
to dropsy and Brlght's disease. Kidney
weakness gives early warnings, however,
such as baokaebe and urinary disorders
and can bo stopped by prompt treatment
Use Doan's Kidney Pills, tbe best rec
ommended and most widely used kidney
remedy.
A NabtMk Case
"I bad rbeumatlo
pains la mr back
and side," aars Mrs.
Harriet Btump, of
Metane and Fourth
81s., Falls Citr, Neb,
"Mv kldneva were In
bad sbape and kept
gettlDC worse. My
limbs swelled and
tar Joints were aw
full mart. Doan'a
Kidney rills cured
me and tbe trouble
bas never come'
back. I can't be too
crateniL"
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