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QENE'O HORSE
SYNOPSIS.-Arrlvlni? (it tlio lone
ly llttlo rnllroiul Btutlon of Kl Cnjon,
New Mexico, Madeline Ilnmmoiu,
New York Boclcty Klrl, finds no ono
to mrct her. Whllo In tho wnltlnK
room, ft drunkon cowboy enters,
anks If sho Ih mnrrletl, and dopartn,
lenvlns Iter terrlllcd, Ito rotiirnn
with a priest, who koch through
ponifl sort of ceremony, und tho
cowboy forces her to nay "SI,"
Asking her name nnd lenrnlns her
Identity the cowboy sooiiib dazod.
In n nhnotlns scrnpo outside tho
room a Moxtcan Is klllod. Tho cow
boy lotH a girl, nonltn, tuko hlfl
tiorso nnd cscnpo, thon conducts
Mndullno to Floronco KtnRsloy,
friend of hor brother. Floronco
welcomes hor, loarnn her story, and
dlntnlflncn tho cowboy, Oono Stew
art. Next day Alfred Hammond,
Madeline's brother, takos Stowart
to tnsk. Madollno exonerates him
of any wronK Intunt Alfrod, ncton
of a wealthy family, had boon dis
missed from hH homo bocnuso of
his dissipation. Madellno sacs that
tho West Iiob redcomed him. Bho
meets Stlllwell, A Kit employer, typ
leal western rnnchmnn. Stlllwell
tolls her how Stewart beat up the
shorlff to savo hor from arrest and
then lit out for tho bordor. Danny
Mains, ono of Stlllwoll'B cowboy,
has dlsnppoarod, with some of Still
woII'h monoy. Ills friends link his
name with tho Klrl Donlta. Mado
llno Kots a Rllmpse of llfo on a
western rnnch.
CHAPTER V. Continued.
Tlio ImwUiiK nnd bellowing, the
crackling of horu.s and pounding of
hoofs, the dusty whirl of cattle, and
the Hying cowboys dlHconcertcd Made
llno and frightened her a little.
"Loolc, MIhs Ilutnmond, there's Don
Carlos I" snld Florence. "Look at tliut
bluck horse I"
Madellno Bnw n dark-faced Mexican
riding by. lie wnB too far away for
her to illHtlngulali lil.s features, hut he
reminded her of an Italian brigand.
He bestrndo n magntucent horse.
Stlllwell rode up to the. girls then
and greeted them In his big voice.
"Right In tho thick of It, hey? Wnl,
thet'fl Hiiro line. I'm glad to sec, Miss
Majesty, thct you ain't afraid of n
little dust or smell of hurnln' hide an'
hair."
Madeline's brother Joined tho group,
evidently In search of Stlllwell. "lllll,
Ncls Just rodo In," ho said.
"Good I Any news of Danny Mains?"
"No. Ncls snld ho lost tho trull
when he got on hard ground,"
"tVnl. wnl. Say, Al, your sister Is
sure taltlii' to tho round-up. An' tho
boys are gettln' wise. See thet sun-of-n-gun
Ambrose cuttln capers all
around. He'll sure do his prettiest.
Ambrose Is a ladles' man, he thinks."
Tho two men and Floronco Joined
In a llttlo pleasant tensing of Made
line, und drew her attention to wh'at
appeared to be really unnecessary feats
of horsemanship till mado In her vi
cinity. Tho cowboys evinced their In
terest In covert glunces whllo recoiling
lasso or whllo passing to and fro.
It was all too serious for Madellno to
bo nmtiKcd at that moment. Sho did
not euro to talk. Sho sat her horse
und watched.
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CHAPTER VI
A Gift and a Purchase.
For a week the scone of tho round
up lay within rldlng-dlstanco of tho
rnnch-house, and Madeline passed most
of this time In tho saddle, watching
the strenuous labors of tho vuqueros
and cowboys. Sho overestimated her
strength, and moro than onco had to
bo lifted from her horse. Stlllwell's
pleasure In her attendance gavo plnco
to concern. Ho tried to persuade her
to stay away from tho round-up, nnd
Florenco grow even moro solicitous.
Madeline, however, was not moved
by their entreaties.
Sho grasped only dimly tho truth
of what It wns sho was learning
something Infinitely more thun the
rounding up of cuttlo by cowboys, und
she was loath to lose an hour of her
opportunity.
Ilcfnro tho week was out, however,
Alfred found occasion to tell her that
It would bo wiser for her to let the
round-up go without gracing It further
with her presence. Ho said It laugh
ingly; nevertheless, ho wns serious.
And when Madellno turned to him In
surprise he said, bluntly:
"I don't Uko tho way Don Carlos
follows you around. Kill's afraid that
Ncls or Ambrose or one of the cow
boys will tuko a fall out of tho Mexi
can. They're Itching for tho chance.
Of course, dear, It's absurd to you, but
It's true."
Absurd It certainly was, yet It served
to show Madellno how Intensely occu
pied sho had been with her own feel
ings, roused by tho tumult and toll of
tho round-up. Sho recalled that Don
Carlos had been presented to her, nnd
that she had not liked his dark, strik
ing face with Its bold, prominent, glit
tering eyes nnd sinister lines; and sho
had not liked his suave, sweet, Insin
uating voice or his subtle manner, with
Us slow baws and gestures,
"Don Curios has been after Flor
ence for a long time," said Alfred.
"He's not a young mini by uny means,
lie's fifty. Hill says; but you cun sel
dom tell a Mexican's ago from his
looks. Don Carlos Is well educated
and a man we know very llttlo about.
Mexicans of his stump don't regard
women ns we white men do. Now,
my dear, beautiful sister from New
York, I haven't much use for Don Car
los; but I don't want Nels or Ambrose
to make a wild throw with a rope and
pull the Don oft his horse. So you hud
better ride up to the houso nnd stay
there."
"Alfred, you uro Joking, teasing me,"
said Madeline.
"Indeed noC replied Alfred. "How
about It, Flo?"
Florence replied that tho cowboys
would upon tho slightest provocation
treat Don Carlos with less coremony
and gentleness than a roped steer. Old
Hill Stlllwell came up to bo Importuned
by Alfred regarding tho conduct of
cowboys on occasion, and he not onlj
corroborated the assertion, but added
emphasis and evidence of his own.
"An', Miss Majesty," ho concluded,
"I reckon If Gene Stowart was rldln
for me, thet grlnnln' Greaser would
hev bed n bump In the dust before
now."
Madeline hod been wavering between
sobriety nnd laughter until Stlllwell's
mention of his Ideal of cowboy chiv
alry decided In favor of the laughter.
"I nm not convinced, but I surren
der," sho said. "You have only some
occult motive for driving mo nwuy. I
am sure that hnndsome Don Carlos Is
being unjustly suspected. But us I
have seen n llttlo of cowboys' singular
Imagination nnd gallantry, I nm rather
Inclined to fear their possibilities. So
good-by."
Then sho rodo with Florence up tho
long, gray slopo to the ranch-house.
That night she suffered from excessive
weariness, which sho attributed more
to the strungo working of her mind
than to riding und sitting her horse.
Morning, however, found her In no dis
position to rest. It was not activity
that she craved, or excitement, or
pleasure. An unerring Instinct, "rising
clear from the thronging sensations of
tho last few days, told her that she
had missed something In life. What
ever this something wns, she had baf
fling Intimations of It, hopes thnt faded
on the verge of realizations, haunting
promises thnt were unfulfilled. What
ever It was, It had remained bidden
and unknown at home, and here In the
West It begun to alluro nnd drive her
to discovery. Tlicreforo sho could not
rest; she wanted to go nnd see; she
wns no longer chasing phnntoms; It
wns a hunt for trensuro that held
aloof, as Intangible as tho substance of
dreams.
Upon tho morning after the end of
tho round-up, when she went out on
tho porch, her brother nnd Stlllwell
appeared to bo arguing about tho Iden
tity of n horse.
"Wnl, I reckon It's my old ronn,"
snld Stlllwell, shading his eyes with
his hnnd.
"Illll, Vt that Isn't Stewart's horso
my eyes nre going back on me," replied
Al. "It's not tho color or shnpe tho
distance Is too far to Judge by that.
It's tlio motion tho swing."
"Al, niebbo you're right. But they
nln't no rider up on thet boss. Flo,
fetch my glnss."
Florenco went Into tho house, while
Madeline tried to discover tho object
of attention. Presently far up the gray
hallow along n foothill sho saw dust,
and then the dark, moving figure of n
horse. Sho wns watching when Flor
ence returned with tho glass. Illll
took n long look, adjusted tho glasses
carefully, and tried again.
"Wnl, I hato to admit my eyes nre
gottln' pore. But I guess I'll hev to.
Thot's Geno Stewart's hoss, snddlcd,
un comln' at a fust clip without n
rider. It's amnzln' strange, an' borne
In keepln with other things conceniln'
Gene."
"Give me tho glass," snld Al. "Yes,
I was right. Bill, tho horse Is not
frightened. Ho's coming steadily; bo's
got something on his mind."
The wide hollow sloping up Into the
foothills lay open to unobstructed
view, and lejss than hnlf n mile dlstnnt
Madellno saw tho rldorless horse com
ing along tho white trail at o rapid
canter. A shrill, piercing whistle pealed
In.
"Wnl, he's seen us, thet's sure," said
Bill.
The horso nenred tho corrals, disap
peared Into a lnne, and then, breaking
his gait again, thundered Into tho In
closure nnd pounded to n halt somo
twenty ynrds from where Stlllwell
waited for him.
Ono look at him at closo ran go In
tho clear light of day was enough for
Madellno to award him a bluo ribbon
over ull horses, oven tho prize-winner,
White Stockings. Tho cowboy's great
steed was no lithe, sleudor-bodled nnis
stnng. Ho wns a chnrger, nlmost tre
mendous of build, with a bluck coat
faintly mottled In gray, mid It shone
I Uko polished glass In the sun. EvI -
dently ho had been carefully dressed
down for this occnslon, for there was
no dust on him, nor n kink In his beau
tiful mane, nor a mark on his glossy
hide.
"Como hyar, you aon-of-n-gun," snld
Stlllwell.
Tho horso dropped his bend, snorted,
nnd caino obediently up. Ho was nei
ther shy nor wild. Unhooking the stir
rups from tho pommel, Stlllwell let
them fall and began to search the end
die for something which ho evidently
oxpected to And. Presently from somo
whero among tho trappings ho pro
duced ii folded bit of paper, and after
scrutinizing It handed It to Al.
"Addressed to you; an I'll bet you
two bits I know whnt'a In It," ho said.
Alfred unfolded tho lottcr, read It,
and then looked at Stlllwell.
"Bill, you're a pretty good guessor.
Geno's made for the border. Ho sent
the horso by somebody, no nntnes men
tioned, nnd wants my sister to have
him If sho will ncccpt."
"Any mention of Danny Mains?"
asked the rnnehcr.
"Not n word."
"Thet's bnd. Geno'd know nbout
Danny If anybody did. But lies n
close-mouthed cuss. So he's sure hit
tin' for Mexico. Wonder If Danny's
goln', too? Wnl, there's two of tho
best cowmen I ever seen, gone to h 1,
nn' I'm sorry."
With that ho .bowed his head and,
grumbling to himself, went Into tho
house. Alfred lifted tho reins over
the bend of tho horso and, leading him
to Madeline, slipped tho knot over hor
arm and plucod tlio letter In her hnnd.
"Majesty, I'd accept the horse," ho
said. "Stowart Is only n cowboy now,
and ns tough as any I've known. But
ho comes of a good family. He was a
college mnn and a gentleman once. Ho
went to the bnd out hero, Uko so many
fellows go, like I nearly did. Then
ho hnd told mo nbout his sister nnd
mother. Ho cared a good deal for
them. I think he has been a source of
unluipplncss to them. It was mostly
when he was reminded of this In some
wny thnt he'd get drunk. I hnvo al
ways stuck to him, and I would do so
yet If I had a chance. You read tho
letter, sister, nnd accept the horse."
In silence Madellno bent her gaze
from her brother's face to the letter:
"Friend Al: I'm sending my horso
down to you bocuuso I'm going away
nnd haven't the nerve to tnkc him
where ho'd get hurt or full Into
strango hands.
"If you think It's all right, why, give
him to your sister with my respects.
But If you don't like tlio Idea, Al, or
If sho won't hnvt) hlw, then bo's for
you. I'm hoping your Bister will take
him. She'll bo good to him, and sho
can afford to tuko euro of him. And,
while I'm waiting to be plugged by a
Greaser bullet, If I happen to have
a picture In mind of how she'll look
upon my horse, why, man, It's not
going to ninko any difference to you.
Sho needn't over know It.
"Between you and me, Al, don't lot
her or Flo rldo nlono over Don Carlos'
way. If I had tlmo I could tell you
something nbout that slick Greaser.
And tell your sister, If there's ever
nny reason for her to run nwuy from
anybody when she's up on that ronn,
Just let her lean over and yell In his
cnr. She'll find herself riding the
wind. So long.
"GENE STEWART."
Modellno thoughtfully folded the
letter nnd murmured, "How he must
love his horso l"
"Well, I should sny so," replied Al
fred. "Flo will tell you. She's the
only person Gene ever let ride that
horse. Well, sister mine, how about
It will you nccept the horse?"
"Assuredly. And very happy In
deed nm I to get him. Al, you said,
"How Ho Must Love His Horsel"
I think, that Mr. Stewart named him
nfter me saw my nickname In the
New York paper?"
"Yes."
"Well, I will not chango his nnme.
But, Al, how shall I ever climb up on
him? He's taller thnn I am. What
a giant of u horso I Oh, look at bim
bo's nosing my hand. I really believe
ho understood what I said. Al, did
you over seo such a splendid head and
such benutlful eyes? Tl.ey aro so
large and dark nnd soft and humnn.
Oh, I nm n flcklo womnn, for I nm
forgetting White Stockings."
"I'll gamble he'll mako you forget
any other horse," snld Alfred. "You'll
have to get on him from the porch."
Madellno led tho horso to nnd fro,
nnd wns delighted with his gentleness.
Sho discovered thnt ho did not need
to bo led. Ho camo nt her call, fol-
1 lowed her like a pet dog, rubbed his
black muzzlo against her. Sometimes,
at tho turns in their walk, ho lifted
his head and with ears forward looked
up the trull by which ho had come,
and beyond tho foothills. Ho was
looking over the rnngo. Someone was
calling to him, perhaps, from beyond
tho mountains. Madeline Hkcd him
tho better for that memory, and pitied
the wnywnrd cowboy who had parted
with his only possession for very
love of it.
At Bupper-tlmo Madellno wns unusu
ally thoughtful. Later, when they as
sembled on tho porch to watch the
sunset, Stlllwell's humorous com
plnltilngs Inspired the Inception of nn
Idea which Unshed up In her mind
swift ns lightning. And then by lis
tening sympathetically she encouraged
him to recite the troubles of a poor
cattleman. They were many nnd long
nnd Interesting, nnd rather numbing
to the life of her inspired Idea.
"Mr. Stlllwell, could ranching here
on a largo scale, with up-to-date meth
ods, bo mnde well, not profitable, ex
actly, but to pay to run without
loss?" she asked, determined to kill
her new-born Idea nt birth or else give
It breath and hope of life.
"Wal, I reckon It could,"-he replied,
with a short luugh. "It'd sure be n
monoy-muker. Why, with all my bad
luck an' poor equipment l'vo lived
pretty well an' pnld my debts an'
hnven't lost any money except the
orlglnnl outlay. I reckon thet's sunk
fer good."
"Would you sell If someono would
pay your price?"
"Miss Majesty, I'd Jump nt tho
chance. Yet somehow I'd hato to
leave hyar. I'd Jest bo fool enough to
go sink the money In another ranch."
"Would Don Carlos and these other
Mexicans boIIV"
"They sure would. Tho Don has
been after me for years, wantln' to
sell thet old rnncho of his; an' these
herders In the vnlley with their stray
cattle, they'd fall dald nt sight of n
llttlo money."
"Please tell me, Mr. Stlllwell, ex
actly what you would do hero If you
hud unlimited means?" wont on Made
line. "Good Lud I" ejaculated the rancher.
"Willi, Miss Majesty, It Jest makes my
old heart wnrm up to think of such
n thing. I dreamed a lot when I first
come hyar. What would I do If I
hed unlimited money? Listen. Pd
buy out Son Carlos an' tho Greasers.
I'd glvo n Job to overy good cowman
In this country. I'd mako them pros
per ns I prospered myself. I'd buy
all the good horses on the ranges. I'd
fence twenty thousand acres of the
best grazln. I'd drill fer water In the
valley. I'd plpo water down from the
mountains. I'd dam up that draw out
there. A mile-long dam from hill to
hill would give mo a big lake, an'
hevin' nn eyo fer beauty, I'd plant cot-
tonwoods around It. I'd fill that lake
full of fish. I'd put In tho biggest field
of alfalfa In the Southwest. I'd plant
fruit-trees an' gnrden. I'd tenr down
them old corrals an' barns an' bunk
houses to build new ones. I'd mako
this old rancho somo comfortable an'
fine. I'd put In grass an' llowors nil
nround an' bring young puiotrees
down from tho mountains. An' when
nil thet wns done I'd sit In my chnlr
an' smoke nn' wntch the cnttle string
In' In fer wnter an' strngglln bnck
into the valley. An' thet red sun out
there wouldn't Bet on n happier man
In the world than Bill Stlllwell, Inst
of tho old cattlemen."
Madellno thanked tlio rancher, nnd
then rather nbruptly retired to her
room, where sho felt no restraint to
hide the force of thnt wonderful Iden,
now full-grown nnd tenacious and
nllurlng.
Upon the next day, late In the after
noon, she asked Alfred If It would bo
safe for hor to ride out to tho mesn.
"I'll go with you," he said gayly.
"Dear fellow, I want to go alone,"
she replied.
"Ah I" Alfred exclaimed, suddenly
serious. He gnvo her Just n quick
glance, then turned nwny. "Go nhead.
I think It's safe. I'll make It safe by
sitting here with my glnss nnd keep
ing nn eyo on you. Be careful coming
down tho trail. Let tho horso pick
his wny. That's nil."
Sho rodo Mnjesty ncross the wide
lint, up tho zlgzug trull, across the
beautiful grassy level to the fur rim
of the mesn, uftd not till then did she
lift her eyes to fnco tho southwest.
In that darkening desert there wns
something Illimitable. Madeline saw
tho hollow of a stupendous hnnd; sho
felt n mighty hold upon her heart. Out
of tho endless 8pa"Ce7out of silence
und desolation and mystery nnd age,
enme slow-changing colored shadows,
phnntoms of peace, and they whis
pered to Madeline. They whispered
thnt It was a great, grim, Immutable
earth; that tlmo wns eternity; that
life was lleetlng. They whispered for
her to bo n womnn; to love someono
before It wns too Into; to lovo any
one, everyone; to realize tho need of
work, and thus find happiness.
Sho rodo bnck across tho mesn and
down tho trail, and, onco more upon
the flat, oho called to tho horso and
mnde him run. Ills spirit seemed to
nice with hers. Tho wind of his speed
blow her hnlr from Its fastenings.
When he thundered to a halt at the
porch steps Madeline, breathless and
disheveled, alighted with tho mass of
her hnlr tumbling around her.
Alfred met her, and his exclamation,
nnd Florence's rapt eyes shining on
her face, nnd Stlllwell's speechless
ness made hor self-conscious. Laugh
ing, sho tried to put up tho mass of
hair.
"My hat and my combs went to
tho wind. I thought my hnlr would
go, too. . . . There Is tho evening
stur. ... I think l nm very nun
ry."
And then ffte save up trying
J
fasten up her hair, which fell again In
a golden mass.
"Mr. Stlllwell," she begun, nnd
paused, strangely nwuro of a hurried
note, n deeper ring In her voice. "Mr.
Stlllwell, I want to buy your ranch
to engago you as my superintendent.
I want to buy Don Carlos' ranch and
other property to the extent, sny, of
fifty thousand acres, I want you to
buy horses nnd cattle In short, to
make nil those Improvements which
you snld you had bo long dreamed of.
Then I hnvo Ideas of my own, in the
deeIopinent of which I must have
your advice nnd Alfred's. I Intend to
better the condition of those poor Mex
Icnns in the vnlley. I Intend to make
llfo a llttlo more worth living for
them nnd for tlio cowboys of this
range. Tomorrow wo shnll talk It
all over, plan nil tho business details."
Madellno turned from tho huge,
ever-widening smllo thnt beamed down
upon her nnd held out her lunula to
her brother.
"Alfred, strange, Is It not, my com
ing out to you? Nny, don't smile. I
iflallnTl1lUfllllKu(ll llifllln ililnlWVHfifVi
hip Bx4iYflHcJHwt IkaN
-N-cTe!e-u7Jri
AftS -
She Rode Majestic Across the Wide
Flat, Up the Zigzag Trail, Acro&3 tho
Beautiful Grassy Level to the Far
Rim of the Mesa
hope I have found myself my work,
my hnpplness here under the light
of that western star."
CHAPTER VII
Her Majesty's- Rancho.
Five months brought all that Stlll
well had dreamed of, and so mnny
more changes and Improvements and
Innovations that It wns as If n magic'
touch had transformed, the old rnnch.
Mndellno nnd Alfred and Florenco
hnd talked over a fitting name, nnd
had decided on one chosen by Made
line. But tills Instauco was tho only
one in tlio course of developments in
which Mndellno's wishes were not
complied with. Tlio cowboys named
tho new ranch "Her Majesty's Rnn
cho." Stlllwell said tho names cow
boys bestowed wero felicitous, and as
unchangeable as the everlasting hills;
Florence went over to the enemy ; and
Alfred, laughing nt Madeline's protest,
declared the cowboys had elected her
queen of the ranges, and that there
was no help for It. So tho name stood
"Her Majesty's Rancho."
All thnt had been left of tho old
Spanish houso which hnd been Stlll
well's home for so long wns the bnre,
musslvo structure, nnd some of this
hud been cut nwny for new doors nnd
windows. Every modern convenience,
even to hot nnd cold running wnter
nnd ncctylene light, hnd been In
stalled; nnd the whole Interior painted
nnd enrpontercd nnd furnished. The
Idenl sought had not been luxury, but
comfort. Every door Into tho pntlo
looked out upon dnrk, rich grass and
sweet-faced ilowers, and every win
dow looked down the green slopes.
Madeline Hnmmond cherished a
fancy thnt tho transformation she had
wrought In tho old Spanish house nnd
In tho people with whom sho had sur
rounded herself, grant as that trans
formation hnd been, was as nothing
compnred to tho ono wrought In her
self. Sho hnd found nn object In life.
She hnd seen her brother through his
dlfilcultles, on tho road to nil tho suc
cess and prosperity that ho cared for.
Madeline hnd been a conscientious
student of ranching nnd nn apt pupil
of Stlllwell. The old cattleman, In his
simplicity, gnvo her tho plnce In his
henrt that was meant for the daugh
ter he had never hnd. Ills prldo In
hor, Mndellno thought, wns beyond
reason or belief or words to tell.
Under his guldnnco, sometimes .accom
panied by Alfred nnd Florence, Made
line hnd ridden tho ranges and had
studied the life and work of the cow
boys. Sometimes sho looked In her
mirror und lnughed with sheer Joy nt
sight of tho lithe, nudnclous, brown
fnced, flashing-eyed creature reflected
there. It wns not so much Joy In her
benuty as sheer Joy of life. Eastern
critics hn'd been wont to cnll her
benutlful In those days when sho had
been pale and slender nnd proud nnd
cold. Sho lnughed. If they could only
seo her now I From the tip of her
golden head to hor feet sho wns nllvo,
pulsntlng, nn fire.
'Stewart, it's a shame to
waste your life. Come back
with mel'
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
No cllmnto Is too wet, too dry, too
hot, or too cold for somo kind of
lichens to flourish.
.. s.
WMGLEYS
Tht Great Amtriean Sumtmeat
provides pleasant action
lor your teeth, also
penetrating the crevices
and cleansing them.
Then, loo. It aid
aJgestlon.
Use WRIGLEY'S alter
very meal see how
much better yoa will
led.
This smoker says
Edgeworth gets
better and better
But it doesn't and no
"improvements" are
contemplated
I
To begin with, we had better quota
Mr. Whitlock's letter in full. Not in
a boastful spirit, but so wo can refer
back to it farther down in tho column.
2811 Aecomte Street,
St. Lout, MlnouH
Lira & Brother Company,
Richmond, Va.
Gentlemen:
I wlib. to tako thli opportunity to
tell you what I think of your Edge
worth Flug SUco Tobacco.
I have been a, plpo amokor for about
18 yeara and during that time hava
naturally tried many different brands
and blenda o( tobacco. I could not
aeem to rind an Ideal blend until about
atx montha ago whon, at tho auggoa
tion ot a friend, I tried a pipe of
Edgeworth Plug SUco.
leave been conatant user of Edge
worth ainco and can truthfully y
that "Day by day In avery way
Edgeworth la getting better and
better."
You havo my permUalon to uta thla
letter in any way you may dealra If
by ao doing It will enable other pip
amokera to find a really cool, enjoy
able and perfectly aatlafactory man's
moke.
V i beg to remain, V"
J ., Edgeworlhlly youre, -
vy AL P. Whitlock.
We are indeed glad Edgeworth has
given Mr. Whitlock such unqualified
satisfacnon.butwe
feel obliged to side
step hia sugges
tion that 'May by
day In every way
Edgeworth is get
ting bettor and
better."
Our con
stant aim is
quite to the
contrary.
Just as it is,
Edgeworth
plcnsos thou
sands and thousands of pipo smokers
throughout tho country.
If wo should try to "improve".
Edgeworth or change it in tho least,
wo might bo doing an injustice to tho
men who havo smoked Edgeworth
for yeara and years and who expect
to find it always tho same good
smoking tobacco.
And so we hope Mr. Whitlock will
agree with us that, all things con
sidered, It is best for us to go on
making moro of tho same Edgeworth.
To add to our list of friends we are
always glad to send free samples to
anyone who cares to send us his noma
and address.
Just drop us a postcard and we
shall immediately forward to you
generous helpings of both Edgeworth
Flug Slice and Ready-Rubbed.
For the freo samples address Larus
& Brother Co., 80 South 21st Street,
Richmond, Va. If you will also add
the namo and address of your tobacco
donlor, wo shall appreciate your
courtesy.
To Retail Tobacco Merchants: If
your dealer cannot supply you with
Edgeworth, Larus & Brother Com
pany will gladly send you prepaid by
parcel post a ono- or two-dozen
carton of any size of Edgeworth Plug
Sllco or Ready-Rubbed for tho soma
orice you would pay the jobber.
Vaseline
CARBOLATED
PETROLEUM JELLY
No skin break too small
for notice.
Be very wary of cuts, scratches
and skin abrasions, no matter
how slight. "Vaseline" Carbol
ated Petroleum Jelly applied
at once lessens the possibility
of infection.
It comes In bottles
at all drufjgiiti and
general atores. '
CHESEBROUGH
MFG. COMPANY
(CooMlWlled)
State St. New York
Ery "Vaitllne" product l rrcom
mndil tvtnvthtra btcauic of Itt abio.
lute purity and c7fttivnM.
W. N. U., LINCOLN, NO. 20-1923.
.9L The Flavor lastsjQL
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