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Matrimonial Adventures
The Ants
BY
James Hopper
Author of Th Pcoop of
Clmrlra Hamilton l'otta," 'Coy
tilarui," "0000," "Trlnimlnjr of
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and "What Uuppmcd la th
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Copyright by United Feature Ryndlcat
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A FOREWORD OF
JAMES HOPPER
Jnmes Hopper started his literary
career on a 8.in Kranclsco news
paper. Shortly ntter this ho was
one of those who answered a call
for 1,000 teachers to bo to tho
l'hlllpplncs, and wai sent to tlie
Island of Negros. Ho Joined that
pedagogical company to gain the
opportunity to study tho life around
htm, which later he could weave
Into stories. The result of his stay
In the Philippines was a series of
stories which appeared first In Mc
Clure's Magazine, and then In the
book called "CayblKan," which
means "friend" In tho Philippine
language.
In 19M Mr. Hopper went to
KVance as a war correspondent.
In WIG ho returned to this country
and went to the Mexican border
with the American army. When
we entered the World war ho again
went to Trance, atlll as a corre
spondent, but he joined In the
lighting. Kolnr over the too with
the Twenty-eighth Infantry at Can
tlgny. He nays that thla Is his
main war feat, but that in college
he played football! His story
"The Scoop of Charles Hamilton
Potts" gives a reallntlc and human
but Intensely humorous account of
a reporter In battle.
Tho Philippine stories, continued
for a number of years, were fol
lowed by fiction of Franco, and
then Mr. Heppcr turned to writing
of our own great West. All of
this material was published In our
leading mngazlnus.
At present Mr. Hopper's work
leans toward Introspection. It
shows rare quality and variety.
"The Ants," written for the Star
Author Series of Matrimonial Ad
ventures, touches ono of tho big
problems of marriage. It Is told
with a poignant skill.
MAIIY BTEWAHT CUTTING, JR.
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Peter left the studio, where ho hntl
been painting steadily for hours, and
stepped out Into the garden. It wus
full moon ; he blinked under tho high
sun and stretched, still a little dazed
from his long plunge In toll ; he Inhaled
full the perfume of roses.
A short distance from him, on the
edge of Uio driveway, was a big hole
dug, he surmised, to receive some trans
planted bush, lilac or magnolia. Water,
trickling from n hose that stretched
like a black snake across the lawn, was
making of this excavation a small lake.
Peter stepped to tho little gurgling
luke, and sat himself contentedly near
its bank. A small lake sufllced Peter;
he did not need a big one.
It was lovely here. The water sang;
slowly, It rose; the flowers perfumed;
Peter's soul dilated dellclously. Far
above, In tho blue, a hawk circled.
But this did not last. Within tho
circle of Peter's carefully established
vacuum, u smnll hard thing began to
Intrude. The rusp of a rake, there be
hind the hedge, at his back. Ills fuce
darkened and puckered.
He knew who was raking there be
hind the hedge. Not only did he know;
with that Implacable vision given to
him with life, he also saw.
It was his wife who was there be
hind the hedge, raking. And though
behind the hedge, which was at his
back, he saw her.
Ho knew exactly how she looked,
there, behind the hedge. She had on
the wrapper with the big flower pat
tern; It was tied around her with a
cord at the end of which was a worn
tassel. Underneath, the soiled whlto
hem showed off the gown she had worn
In the night for from her bed she had
gone to her garden. Her bare feet
were in old brown slippers; there
would be streaks of wet ground across
the part of the feet which showed be
tween the flaccid slippers and the
soiled gown.
They pressed the earth, these feet,
firmly; set down well apart In a solid
wide base, they pressed It familiarly.
They might ho had seen that be
sunk, In their flaccid slippers, Into soft
manure, unshrinkingly.
Her hair would be tied tight in a
small knot behind. Slio squatted often
over some seed, some weed. She was
like a strong thick coolie of the rice
paddles.
Peter's face puckered still more. Not
with anger, not with disgust, but with
a sort of mournful helplessness. Then,
abruptly, another vision came to him.
He saw her as she had been years ago.
She was waiting for him at a stile,
on the fur edge of a golden field. She
was slender, fragrant aird soft. Her
pretty frock was cut low at the neck ;
the beginning of her virgin breusts
(welled dellclously there. And her
eyes, turned up to him, were a little
wet, as Venus Is at dawn, and the red
chalice of her lps was slightly opened.
Peter squirmed uneasily; the help
less desolation deepened still on his
face.
But a sharp prick at his right calf
made him deliver a large slap there.
Life from all sides was attacking the
retreat of reverie In which so snugly
he had tried to ensconce himself. From
beneath his slap a smnll ant dropped,
crushed, to the ground. But she was
not the only one about. An army of
ants was passing close to his feet; so
close, In fact, that they swirled about
these extremlttes as a host, following a
valley, doubles some rocky 131 Cupltan.
Peter hastily withdrew his feet, kneel
ing down, stretching his rather long
neck, he proceeded to observe whut
was happening,
Across tho drive, from the excava
tion of which Peter's fancy had made
a lake, from that hole to the hedge,
the ants stretched, n broad rusty-red
ribbon. At first Fetcr thought they
wcro marching one way, then he saw
that the movement was a double one.
Hundreds of thousnnds of tho small
carnpaccd creatures wero marching
from the hole to the hedge; but as
many wero marching from the hedge
to the hole; they threaded their way
In and out of each others' course, the
two movements Interpenetrated each
other. And bringing his long nose still
lower, Peter saw that nil this had a
character of panic und dismay; thut,
had this multitude not been denied
voice, a great confused clamor would
bo rising to his high-perched car.
Of these hastening from the vicinity
of the excavation, every ono was
laden. Carrying it high In their man
dibles for short exhausting runs, or
dragging It fiercely nfter them; over
sticks that were great logs to them,
or pebbles that were Himalayas; skirt
ing or piercing clumps of grass which
were Impenetrable jungle, they bore
ench a small whitish thing which
looked like a grain, which, in fact was
grain the grain, the life spark, the
existence Itself of this agitated nu
tlon. Peter ran a glnnco backward over
their march and found Its stnrtlng
point. The nnts had all emerged,
they -wero emerging, from five Biuall
holes near tho excavation; flvo little
holes stnnller than the hollow of a
wlld-oat straw. Out of them, cease
lessly, In a constant trickle, they ap
peared Into tho sunlight, carrying on
high before them, as the monk does
the cross, the sacred larva; or, back
ing up, fiercely snatching It along
nfter them. Here those of the army
who marched tho reverse way, and
which all were without burden, met
those that were coming out and, let
ting them pass, after n moment's hesi
tation during which they seemed to be
calling to themselves all their cour
age, resolutely plunged head first down
into the enrth. Peter now understood.
He was the witness, tho god-like wit
ness of Just such a catnstrophe as, In
the tenebrous pust, ugaln and again
had nearly wiped out his own kind.
The water, which was filling the ex
cavation dug In the garden, from be
low hnd established communication
with the city of the ants. It was ris
ing slowly down In there; slowly, mys
teriously, lnexornbly; filling the low
est chambers, rising along the gal
leries, bursting Into halls; and the pop
ulation, In mute uproar, wus fleeing
Its crumbling city, hugging tight to It
self Its life kernel.
Peter's heart thumped nnd his
brain flamed, ne saw clearly tho great
underground city, Its vast halls and
dim secret chambers, Its intervened
gnllerles vibrant with peril and disas
ter. He heard the sullen roar of sud
den Inrushing waters. Walls fell In
largo flakes, ceilings collapsed, floors
sucked In, nnd thousand upon thou
sand every second died, no snw the
stubborn citizens, In this Immenso dis
solution of nil they had ever been
sure of, tenaciously tolling to snatch
from this cataclysmic threat the fu
ture of the race, tho grains which
wero tho concentrated promise of fu
ture generations. Down there, at
every heart beat, thousands died a
sacrificial denth; down there, under
ground, a great holocaust was taking
place, made splendid by a myriad
heroisms. Peter became much excited ;
But a broom, a big, capable garden
broom now planted Itself down at his
side; nnd without looking nt more
than the broom, which he could see
out of the corner of his eye, he knew
that his wife wns standing by.
"Look, Dnlsy," ho said, Inviting her
to share his emotion. "Look nt the
nnts."
There was a moment's silence up
there. Then: "Ants I I should think
there wero I Why, they'll get Into
tho house I Let's kill them!"
Ho strotched -out his hand nnd
turned his fingers around the broom
handle. "Got down here with mo and
look," he said. "It's an extraordinary
sight. It's like Sodom, Babylon, At
lantis all rolled Into one!"
"Yes and they'll be in the pantry
next It'll bo Babylon in the pantry.
Come let's sweep thtm off."
The broom stirred In his hand; he
detained It "Don't They are the
survivors of a terrible disaster. They
have seen thousands of their mutes
swept to horrible death. They aro
safe, hearing with them tho future
life of their nation. Why, It would be
as If men escaped from a city de
stroyed by flood, standing at lost on
high ground, naked, exhausted, but
alive, saw now upon them tho moun
tain falling l"
"It won't be a mountain," she said.
"It will be a broom !"
"Hold on; wait," he pleaded hur
riedly, trying a more lntlmute appeal.
"Let me watch them. Daisy wult
I'm getting something out of It I Let
mo watch It I"
But the broom was now out of his
hand, and in three, four scythe-like
strokes the thing wns done. Of tho
broad rusty-red ribbon of carapaced,
pullulating life Btrctched across the
drive, there was nothing loft hut, here
and there, a lone, squirming small spot
Indented Into the ground; and on the
surface of the water In the excava
tion a film made of dust, dead and
mangled ants, and eggs.
For a moment stupor alone pos
sessed Peter. Ho had, durtng his con
templation, shrunk himself to tho size
of the ants ; or, rnther, ho hnd Bwelled
them to his dimensions; so that tho
terrific completeness of the execution
performed by these three simple
sweeps of a simple broom left him pro
foundly astonished. Then, ns tho daze
left him, n violence took Its place. He
faced her, he wanted to speak, and
he knew that what he wanted to say
was something Irropnrable. But no
words camo; his throat wub nltogctlier
tight, his mind a whirling blank.
Petor turned on his heel and walked
awoy. He walked out of the garden,
nml up the path which led to tho vil
lage. In the village was a place where
ono could drink; the plan at the back
of his head was simple enough. He
would go to thnt place and drink;
drink till ho fell like nn ox struck
by the slaughtering hammer. But
thnt fixed point of Intent within him
wns smnll within tho turmoil ho had
become. Ho felt as If poisoned, ab
solutely poisoned. Ills head wbb hot,
ho trembled; nnd a singular part of
him, detached und wralth-like, hover
ing nbove him looked down with
amazement at his state.
He had seen something so clearly;
he hail felt It so poignantly tho min
ute cosmic tragedy of these nnts. Had
she seen nothing nt all? Had she felt
nothing?
A reservoir deep within him began
to surge. It, wns a reservoir which
had been filling thoro In the dark,
drop by drop, for years. Several times
It hud surged as It was now doing.
But only with n tentntlve pulsing
which did not reach tho rim. Now,
each surge brought tho accumulated
reserve higher. Like some alchemist's
brew boiling on the fire, It rose, ncared
tho mnrgln, collapsed, roue again. But
each of Its ebullitions was raising it
higher; nenror to the film which cur
tained his consciousness from the dark
secrets beneath; nearer his clear con
sciousness, nearer his mouth his
tongue, his lips.
And buddenly, with a new effort, It
had done It It had brimmed I Clearly
ho heard the words spoken In the si
lent sunlight. The little glade resound
ed to them, spoken loud.
"Cruel and stupid!"
Thnt was It. "Cruel and stupid."
Threo times he hoard the words
spoken before complete understand
ing searched out his heart. And then,
to this full comprehension, he felt his
legs wobble, nnd abruptly sat down on
u little mound of grass.
He remained seated thus, Immobile,
his eyes fixed uhcud as If upon u
ghost.
So this Is what It had come to after
all those years. To this he had come,
after all those years.
To theso words, spoken not merely
of the lips, but explosively expelled
by his entirely certuln being, every
drop, every cell, overy nerve.
These words, final Judgment.
"Cruel und stupid."
The glade was very quiet In the sun,
and Insects hummed. Thoughts also
hummed about his head, vague, form
less, buzzing thoughts, circling and
circling. But always, fixed In the
center, was the kernel fact.
"Cruel und stupid" that Is what he
had called her.
It seemed to him that a long time
hud passed when suddenly, like a
mirage descended from the sky, nn
lmnge came clearly before his eyes.
It was that picture of her as she
had been years ago. Standing ut the
stllo on the edgo of the golden field;
with her red mouth, her dewy star-like
eyes, her gentle breasts.
He contemplated this long, and then
was forced to usk himself a question.
As she stood there, that time long
ago, so pretty, so tender nnd so warm,
und his arms ached, was she then, al
ready, whut today ho had called her?
If that were true, then women, wero
Indeed terrible.
But If not true what then?
A strange new kind of discomfort
took possession of him; his mind, as
If affrighted, shied to ono side, tried
tft bolt. He forced It back to the path.
"Consider, he snld to his mind. "Con
sider you must consider that."
Her life, immediately, passed by him
In ono streak. Her llfo since their
two lives had been side by side.
He squirmed.
A drab life It wns, a drab streak of
life. Poverty to dullness monotony
smallness.
And loneliness. Yes, very probably,
loneliness.
Ho? Ho had been absorbed, ne
hud been combing nnd brushing nnd
sleeking und curling his soul. He hud
been a coxcomb of the soul.
ne hnd cultivated It, enriched It.
He had colored It, chiseled It, cher
ished it. Like a diamond cutter ab
sorbed, without cease he hnd ground It
to new Iridescences.
He had climbed a hill, ceaselessly
climbed a hill carrying his soul. And
left hers down there Ilko a stone.
And Time had worked Its will upon
the abandoned soul. Duller nnd dull
er It had become with layer upon lay
er of dull Time.
Peter did not go up to tho village.
When he rose after a while It was
toward home ho made his way, at first
on hesitant feet which little by little
quickened their gait as a foolish fear
pricked him.
Ho found her lying ncross her bed,
her hPad, faco down, framed within
the lntertwlnement of her nrms and
her long loosened hair. She was
asleep; by the gentle pulsing of her,
he knew she wns usleep.
Her cheek wns flushed and bruised;
she had been weeping.
Ono look nt her, one glnnce ubout
the room, nnd ho know exuetly what
had happened; saw It as though It
hnd huppencd before his eyes.
She had come In hurriedly; hurried
ly she had bathed and begun to drew.
She bnd laid out fresh things. s.mie
already clothed her; oUiois were
about, scattered ou chairs, mm--
open druwors.
She hud gone ubout doing this in
a trepidation of haste, us a child ties
porutely hastens who has been threat- I
eued by Its parents with being left
behind. And hurrying, she hud Ihvii
crying; t.obs hud sounded In this lone
ly room us she hurried.
Filially, to a larger hurst of woe,
coming probably from some Inst small j
straw (perhaps one of her shoes hud
refused to button, or some hook hud
been found without un eye, or hoiiio '
ribbon hud slipped buck Into its i
sheath), she hud thrown herself ueioss ,
the bed to give way, altogether uncon
trolled. And weeping thus, hnd fallen
asleep.
.Standing here, his eyes upon this j
pust scene which he snw so well, Peter
remembered thut which lu; ever prom
ised himself to remember and which
ever he forgot. That she was a child.
After all, hut a child.
As In the days when she had waited
for him at the stile, so now sho uua a
child. The rest the robust matron's
ready, almost rough assurance; lis
firm contempt for all that which was
huze, and halo and opalescence and not
core all that was mete front. Sho
was u child.
He should remember that always. Of
course, lie should always remember It.
Peter lay down by his wife, and
found her hot lips, und awakened her;
she clutched at ldtn convulsively.
They murmured together. "I'm sor
ry, Peter; I'm sorry."
Then later: "Peter, you do so mad
den me at times, dear. With your ulra
no, 1 don't meuu that. But you do
shut the door upon me, Peter you do
shut me out so much I"
Still later: "And, Peter, you are of
those that like the flowers but not the
gardening.
"Polished floors, but not the polish
ing." "I know, dear. I know."
"Peter, listen: I am of tho earth.
I accept. You're ulwuys somewhere
up ubove."
"I know, tlear. Not far above,
either. A fool place, in between. I
know."
"I accept. I am getting old. Kv
cryone does, Peter. I am willing to
grow old."
Sho whispered now. "Peter I'm
even willing to die!"
llu pressed her closer, but the old
desolnte helplessness had come back.
"You, Peter you are such rebel,
Peter! How you shut your eyes und
light! Trying to hold what cannot bo
held. And hating mo because I can't.
For I can't, Peter, I can't 1"
This a child? A strange child I No
a child. Since In children was wis
dom. Was this wisdom? A spusm of
r.-olt tightened his heart.
But she was weeping now, softly,
against his breast. He regathered her
In his arms, nnd with this gesture felt
n new largo tenderness fill him. A
tenderness which wns not only for her,
but for many others for the whole i
world. The whole poor purblind peer
ing world which could not see straight,
which could not see clear, which suf
fered dimly, lu u sort of vugue hot
delirium.
Near the end of the day, Peter stood
once more alone lu tho garden. For
what had passed In the afternoon, ho
felt something like embarrassment, u
slight distaste, that strange revulsion
we feel whenever we lmvo umile tho
gesture of plumbing life's emotional
depths. As If thoro wero something
wrong about It, something unnatural ;
ns If llfo wero meant to bo lived al
together on the surface, carefully on
the surface.
Ho felt the need of levity. That Is
what, perhaps, made him remember
the nnts; the nnts which had been tho
beginning of the afternoon.
A slight breeze, ruffling tho pool,
hnd pushed together the dust, the nnts
nnd the eggs in a pitiful dead huddle
ugulnst u bank.
"Where did they come In?" he asked
himself.
He nnd his wife hnd this dny made
ono of those complete circles which,
as If by some natural law, recurred
ulmost at certain Intervals. From a
state of hostility Into which they had
slipped, through a crisis, to a renewed
gentleness of each o'Jier. They were
happy once more, Daisy and he. But
what about the ants? Where did
they come In? It was over their backs
this had happened. They had paid
for It Didn't they count nt all?
An lden camo to him. He raised
his face to the skies.
Whenever lie did tills, Hcnsitoim
painter that ho was, he wus much
moro npt to visualize the old familiar
Greek deities than any more abstract,
single und terrible god. So lie did
this tlmo.
A fog hud come In from the sou; It
made a low floor of the heavens, and
on that floor Peter Imagined the gods
wulklng Zeus, Hera, the whole gal
axy, democratic, fumlllnr, with robes
a little disordered and wreaths n lit
tle askew. He hulled them.
"Heigh, up there, Zeus, Hera, Venus,
all of you, tell mo plense!
"When, down hero, the earth shakes,
mountains slide, or the sea overflows.
"When, down here, thoro Is a Noah
noon, u nun i ruuciscu euruiiiuuite; j
when China dances nnd Hnlnt Pierre,
with ono belch of Its volcano Is blast
ed. "Does this mean, merely, thnt up
there, where you dwell, some smnll
mnrltal difficulty Is being resolved?"
But from the gray celling celling
to him, floor to them there came no
answer whatever. So, Peter ended
tho day knowing not much more thnn
he hud at the beginning. And In that
state, smiling a philosophical smile,
turned his steps toward the house;
and tho dinner which his good Utile
wife hnd there Just put down for him
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LESSON FOR MAY 13
DAVID, THE POET-KINQ
f.KSKON TF.XT-I Sam. lfll-3.
noi.DKN TKXT-Kiiri-ly, goodness nnd
mercy shall follow mu nil tho days of my
llfo.-Ps. 13 fi
UKFUUHNCK MATF.llIAL-Ps. CI Ira.
?. Jrr. 3.1 IS-i'il. I.iko l:3J. Acts 22 25-34,
IMHMAHY TOPIC-Tho Shepherd Uoy
ChOMcn King.
JUNIOR TOPIC-CSod falls a Uoy to Ho
King.
INTI-IRMnniATP. AND SHNIOR TOPIC
David, as a Frlrnd.
young puopm: AND ADULT TOPIC
I.8Hons From the Llfo of David.
I. Samuel Mourno for Saul (v. 1).
1. Why He Mourned. The death of
Saul wus no doubt u personal loss to
Samuel, for Sntil was a commanding
and lovable personality. Then, too,
the ruin of ho promising a career
would deeply affect a soul like Sam
uel. Finally the humiliation to God
and God's people grieved his heart.
'. Fxeesslvo Mourning Rebuked.
The fact that God hud rejected Saul
should have- lifted Samuel out of bis
grief. Excessive grief over that which
God does Is u reflection upon lllm nnd
should he rebuked. In nil God's acts
we should submit although It may
change our plans. When sorrow be
comes a hindrance to tin discharge
of duty, It merits rebuke.
II. Samuel Sent to Anoint David
(vv. !).
1. Samuel's Fear (v. 2). Perhaps
by this time Saul was becoming a
desperate character. Samuel knew
that If Saul should hear that he wns
Inking steps to anoint a successor to
his throne, his own llfo would he In
humor. Samuel was wise in submit
ting this dllllcult situation to the Lord.
God's servants are to be bravo. But
even when going on errands for God
we should not court danger. Wo
should exercise the greatest caution
so that unnecessary dangers be
avoided.
''. The Lord's Direction (vv. 2. .1).
The Lord smoothed the way for Sam
uel, lie uhowed him how to perform
his duty and escape the danger. Sam
uel was to take a heifer and announce
that he was going to offer a sacrifice
unto the Lord and to call Jesse to the
sacrifice. The prophet was not told
nil that would happen. This Is usual
ly God's way with us. lie gives us
our work piece by piece and guides
us step by step. Samuel's purpose
was known only to him. It was to bo
kept n secret so thnt the news would
not reach Saul. This was n shrewd
device but entirely legitimate. There
Is not necessity for us to rovenl nil
our purposes.
III. Samuel's Obedience (vv. -l-lfl).
1. The Trembling Fillers of Bethle
hem (vv. !, f). It seems thut tho
whole nation wns shot through with
fear because of Saul's sin. To tho
elders' alarming Inquiry Samuel re
sponded with the assurance of peace,
Inviting them to Join him In worship
ing the Lord.
2. Fxamlnatlon of Jesse's Sons (vv.
0-12). The Lord had revealed to Sum
nel that one of Jesse's sonn was to
be the new king, but not the particu
lar one. The selection of the right
one was a most important matter as
destinies hung upon It. (1) Kllu.li
rejected (vv, 0, 7). Kllnb was the
oldest son and therefore ho was tho
first presented ns having Unit right to
tho place of honor. Further, he was
n splendid specimen of a man, tall and
majestic In nppenrunce so tiiat even
Samuel was captivated by him ns ho.
bad been by Saul. (10:21). Outward
appearance wns fuwmhlp but tho
realities seen by God were ngnlnst
lilm. God knows whom Ho can trust
with great responsibilities. Wo fre
quently estlniute men by their dress,
culture, wealth and position. These
nre only surface manifestations nnd
frequently lend us astray, hut God
looks Into the heart. (2) David
chosen (vv. 8-12). All hut one of
Jesse's sons had been looked upon
but still the Lord's choice hud not ap
peared. Jesse's reply to Samuel's
question us to whether nil his children
hud appeared seems to Imply thnt
David was not of much Importance.
He was considered good enough to
wutch the sheep but not Important
enough to be called to tho feast. Be
cause David was faithful us a shep
herd boy, ho was In line for promo
tion when God's given time arrived.
,'l. David Anointed (v. 111). When
tho shepherd lad appeared, tho Lord
directed Samuel to anoint him. When
the oil was applied tho Spirit of tho
Lord camp upon him. David wns a
gifted nnd attractive lad hut this
was of no nvnll without the Spirit
of God. Power must come rrom God.
Only as we aro anointed by tho Holy
Ghost can we tiuly do the Lord's will
and work.
Knowina When.
Next to knowing when to seize nn
opportunity, the most Important thing
In life Is to know when to forego un
advantage. Disraeli.
Indulgence.
It Is only necessary to grew old to
become more Indulgent. I see no fault
committed that I have not committed
no self. Goethe.
Our Life.
Wo pu'.s our life In deliberation, and
we dlu upon It. Quosnel.
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A fefiat Mtd!o!nt
Mn K. J. nilor. tl. b. No. l, Box 101. Cal
Tort,Teim.wrUei! "I hiwo nard t'o-rn-tiii nnd anow It l mod
for oilda.roualia and catarrh. It rnred my
rularrti ami I do not takn cold when I uio
l'o-ra-na. Ulna groat medicine."
During tho lam nrty Tear-. Pft-rn-na has
born looked upon as tlin rolloblo inftdlcltin
foM-atarth of wvery description, whother It
banf tho noo and throat, atomach, bowel
or other ornana.
1ST keeping IV-ro-na In Uio noma for
rroeniKncli'ii. ierlnua iloknnai tnay fro
qurntly lm prevontod. Uao 1 tailor Ui grip
or Hpanlib Vlu.
Sold Evtrywlitrt
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CORNS
Oni nintil nd trie pain of that cora
tndtl Thtt't what Dr. Sctintl't Zino-padl
ioitftly- Thtr remove the ttuit (rle-tion-prriiure,
and licil the Irritation. Thua
you avoid infection, (romi cutting your
coma or uiina; corroaive acida. Tkin; ao
titcptic: waterproof. Size (or coma, ca
louaea, buniona. Get a bot today at Tint
ttniMiat'a or aboe dcaler'a.
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Zino'pads
MU in lis Ittcrdaui of Tkt StKM
Mft- Co . mains ef I)r. StkiW Fot
Conjort Jtfliamtli, Auk Support, tU.
Put one on the pain is gonmt
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Constipation
RelieTed Without Tho U
of Laxatives
Nujol is a lubricant not a
medicine or laxative io
cannot cripc.
When you are constipnted,
not enough of Nnture's lu
bricating liquid is produced
in the bowel to keep the food
waste soft nnd niovinp.
Doctors prescribe Nujol be
cause it acts like this natural
lubricant and thus secures rcg
ulnr bowel movements by Nn
ture's own method lubrication.
Try it today.
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Your Hair
need not bn thla
oratreaked with
(trajr -B AM
UAI
kilt UOLUK
HKSTOREB i
or
quokly revive II and urlns back all lie original
color and luturlance. At all good dniirirlata,7ive, o
direct from IUSS10 . EUIS. 0.ku. MUTOU, TUN.
Conspiracy.
First Doctor I don't favor this sufe-ty-flrst
movement at all.
Second Doctor Neither do I. It
looks to me Ilko n combination lu re
straint of trade. Life.
Iloby's little dresses will Just slmplj
(hi 7..lo If lied Cross Hall Plue Is used
In the laundry. Try It and see for your
self. At nil good grocers. Advertise
nient.
Garage Definitions.
Mechanic "A fellow who can tnk
an uutoiuohllo upnrt." Wizard "One
who can put It together ngnln." Life.
One minute of leal work beats an
hour's tnlklm; about It.
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