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.RED OLOUD, NEBRASKA, CHIEF
AN UNKNOWN VOICE
SYNOPSIS. Arriving at the lone
ly little railroad nlntlon ftt 121 Ca
Jon, New Mexico, Miiitrllne llum
inmiil, New Vork wirtcty i;lrl, tlnds
no one to im-pt hir. Wlillc In tho
wnltltiB room, 11 drunken cowboy
entiMR, aHks If nlio Is tmirrlril, niul
departs, leaving lier trrrllloil. He
returns with a priest, who kooh
throuuh poimk sort of ceremony,
niul tlio cowlioy forces her to say
"81." AsUltiK her iiame nml Iwm
InK her Identity tho cowboy seoins
tlnzed. In ft shooting srrnpo out
fMc the room u Mexican Is killed,
Tho cowboys Iota n Klrl, lionltn,
take his hnrno nnd cmciih, then
condtlctn Mntltillno to Florence
KlnKsley, friend of her brother.
Klorcnco welcome her, leiirn.i her
story, nnd (llsmliueji the cowboy.
Genu Stewart. Next day Alfred
Hammond, Madeline! brother,
IhIch Stewart to task. Mudetlno
exonerates him of any wrong In
tent. Alfred, scion of a wealthy
futility, hud been dismissed from
Ills home because of his dissipation.
Mndellne scc.i that the West has
redeemed lilm, Shu meets Stlllwcll,
Al's employer, typical western
ranchman. Htlllwcll tells her how
Stewart beat up the sheriff to savo
her from arrest nnd then lit out
for tho bonier. Danny Mains, ono
of Stlllwetl'H cowboys, has disap
peared, with noma of Stlllwoll'a
money. HIn friends link his name
with the Klrl lionltn. Madeline gets
a Kllmpnn of life on a westarn
ranch. Stewart sends Madeline his
horso Majesty, fiho buys out Still
well and "ller Majesty's ltnnchn"
becomes famous. She finds her life
work under "Tho I.lKlit of Western
Stars." IiOarnliiK Stewart had
been hurt In n brawl at Chlrlcnhua,
Madeline visits him and persuades
him to como to tho ranch as tho
boss of her cowboys. Jim Nels,
Nick Steele nnd "Monty" Price are
Mndellnu's chief riders. They have
a feud with Don Cnrlos vaqucroi,
who aro really KUcrrlllns. Made
lino makes Stewart promise that
penco Is kept. They raid Don Car
los' ranch for contraband arms.
Madeline nnd Klorcnco, returning
home from Alfred's ranch, run Into
an nmtmsh of vnqueros. Klorcnco
decoys them nwuy, nnd Madcllnu
gets homo safely.
CHAPTER XI Continued.
She entered the lust room. There
wns no lock or liar upon the door. Hut
the room was large and durl;, nml It
was half, full of bales of u I fill fa hay.
I'rolmhly it was the safest place la
the house; at least time would lie nec
essary to find any one hidden there.
Nlie dropped her valuables In a dark
corner and covered them with loose
liny. That done, she felt her way down
it narrow aisle between the plled-up
bales and presently crouched In a
With the necessity of action over for
the Immediate present, Madeline be
came conscious that she was quivering
nnd almost breathless. Her skin felt
'tight and cold. There was a weight
on her chest ; her mouth was dry, and
ntie hud n strange tendency to swallow.
J)ull sounds came from parts of the
thouso remote from her. In the Inter
tvals of silence between these sounds
she heard the squeaking and rustling
of mice In, the hay. A mouse ran over
She listened, waiting, hoping, yet
dreading to hear the clattering ap
proach of her cowboys. There would
lio lighting blood men Injured, per
haps killed. Kven the thought of vio
lence of any kind hurt her. Hut per
haps the guerrillas would run in time
to avoid a clash with her men. She
hoped for that, prayed for It. Through
her mind flitted what she knew of
Nels, of Monty, of Nick Steele; and
File experienced a sensation that left
Jier somewhat chilled and sick. Then
flic thought of the dark-browed, lire
eyed Stewart. She felt n thrill drive
nwny the cold nausea. And her excite
Waiting, listening Incrensed nil her
emotion1). Nothing appeared to be
happening. Yet hours seemed to pass
while she crouched there. Had Flor
ence been overtaken? Could any of
those lean horses outrun Majesty?
She doubted It ; she knew It could not
lie true, Nevertheless, the strain of
uncertainty was torturing.
Suddenly the hang of the corridor
door pierced her through and through
with the dread of uncertainty. Some
of the guerrillas had entered tho east
wing of the house. She heard a babel
of Jabbering voices, the shullllng of
boots and clinking of spurs, the slam
ming of doors and ransacking of
Madeline lost faith In her hiding
place. Moreover, she found It Impos.
Mble to take the chance. The Idea of
being caught In that dark room by
those rulllans tilled her with horror.
She must get out Into the light. Swift
ly she rose and went to the window.
It was rather more of a door than
window, being a large aperture closed
by two wooden doors on hinges. The
Iron hook yielded readily to her grasp,
nnd one door stuck fast, while th
other opened a fow Inches. Sho looked
cut upon a green slope covered with
flowers nnd hunches of sage and
bushes. Neither man nor horse showed
In the narrow field of her vision. She
believed she would ho safer hidden
out there In the shrubbery than In
tho house. The jump from tho whi
tlow would be easy for her.
- KJka HulWd at the door. It did not
A ROMANCE by ZANE GREY
budge. It had caught at the bottom.
Pulling with all her might proved to
be In vain. Pausing, with palms hot
and bruised, she heard u louder, closer
approach of the Invaders of her home.
I 'ear, wrath, and Impotence contested
for supremacy over her and drove her
to desperation. She was alone here,
and she must rely on herself. And us
she strained every muscle to move
that obstinate door and heard the
(luick, harsh voices of men and tin
sounds of it hurried search she sud
denly felt sure that they were hunting
Tor her. She knew II. She did not
wonder at It. Hut she wondered If
she were really Madeline Hammond,
and If It were possible that brutal men
would harm her. Then the tramping
of heavy feet on the floor of the ad
joining room lent her the last strength
of fear. Pushing with hands and
shoulders, she moved the door far
enough lo penult tho passage of her
body. Then she stepped upon the
sill and slipped through the aperture.
She saw no one. Lightly she Jumped
down nnd ran In nmong the bushes.
Hut these did not nfford her the cover
she needed. She stole from one clump
to another, finding too late that she
had chosen with poor Judgment. The
position of the bushes had drawn her
closer to the front of the house rather
than nwny from It, and Just before her
were horses, and beyond a group of
excited men. With her heart In her
throat Madeline crouched down.
A shrill yell, followed by running nnd
mounting guerrillas, roused her hope.
They had sighted the cowboys and were
In lllght. Rapid thumping of hoots on
the porch told of men hurrying from
the house. Several horses dashed past
her. not ten feet dlstnnt. One rider
saw her, for he turned to shout hack.
This drove Mndelluo Into a panic.
Hardly knowing what she did, sho be
gan to run away from the house. Her
feet seemed leaden. She felt the same
horrible powerlessness that sometimes
came over her when shu dreamed of
being pursued. Horses with shouting
riders streaked past her In the shrub
bery. There was a thunder of hoofs
behind her. She turned aside, hut the
thundering grew nearer. She was be
ing run down.
As Madeline shut her eyes nnd, stag
gering, was about to fall, apparently
right under pounding hoofs, a rude,
powerful hand clapped round her
waist, clutched deep and strong, and
swung her aloft. She felt a heavy
blow when the shoulder of the horse
struck her, and then a wrenching of
her arm as she was dragged tip. A
sudden blighting pain made sight and
feeling fade from her.
Hut she did not become unconscious
to the extent that she lost tho sense
of being rapidly borne away. She
seemed to hold that for u long time.
When her faculties began to return the
motion of the horse was no longer vio
lent. For ti fow moments she could
not determine her position. Apparently
she was upside down. Then she saw
that she was facing the ground, and
must bo lying across u saddle with
her head hanging down. Sho could
not move a hand; she could not tell
where her hands were. Then she felt
the touch of soft leather. She saw a
high-topped Mexican hoot, wcnrlng a
huge silver spur, and tho reeking flank
and legs of a horse, and a dusty, nar
row trail. Soon n kind of red darkness
veiled her eyes, her head swam, and
she felt motion and pain only dully.
After what seemed a thousand weary
hours some one lifted her from the
horse and laid her upon the ground,
where, gradually, as the blond left her
head and sho could see, she began to
get the right relation of things.
She lay In a sparse grove of firs, nnd
the shadows told of late ufternoon.
She sinelled wood smoke, and sho
heard the sharp crunch of horses' teeth
nipping grass. Voices caused her to
turn her face. A group of men stood
and sat round a cunipflro eating like
wolves. The looks of her enptors made
Madeline close her eyes, and the fasci
nation, the fear they roused In her
made her open them again. Mostly
they were thln-hodled, thin-bearded
Mexicans, black and haggunl and
starved. Whatever they might be, they
surely were hunger-stricken nnd
squalid. Not one had a coat. A few
had scarfs. Some wore belts in which
were scattered cartridges. Only a few
had guns, ami these were of diverse
patterns. Madeline could see no
packs, no blankets, and only a few
cooking utensils, all battered and
blackened. Her eyes fastened upon
men she believed were white men; but
II was from their features uud not their
color that she Judged. Once she had
seen a band of nomad robbers In the
Sahara, and somehow was reminded
of them by this motley outlaw troop.
They divided attention between the
satisfying of ravenous appetites and a
vigilant watching down the forest
aisles. They expected some one, Made
line I bought, ami, manifestly, If It were
u pursuing posse, they did not show
anxiety. She could not understand
more thnn a word here nnd there that
tfiey had uttered. Presently, however,
l lie nnino of Don Carlos revived keen
curiosity In her and realization of her
situation, and then onco more dread
possessed her breast.
A low exclamation and u sweep of
CopyrUM by Harper and Drolheri
nrm from one of the guerrillas caused
the whole bund to wheel nnd concen
trate their attention In the opposite
direction. They hearu something. They
saw some. one. Grimy hands sought
weapons, and then every man stiffened.
Madeline saw whnt hunted men looked
like at the moment of discovery, and
the sight was terrible. She closed her
eyes, sick with what she saw, fearful
of the moment when tho guns would
There were muttered curses, n short
period of silence followed by whisper
ings, nnd then a clear voice rang out,
A strong shock vibrated through
Madeline, and her eyelids swept open.
Instantly she associated tho name Kl
Capital) with Stewart and experienced
a sensation of strange regret. It was
not pursuit or .rescue sho thought of
then, but death. These men would kill
Stewart. Hut surely he hud not come
alone. She heard the slow, heavy
tlmmp of hoofs. Soon Into the wide
iilale between the trees moved tho form
of a man, arms flung high over his
head. Then Madeline suw tho horse,
and she recognized Majesty, and she
knew it was really Stewiirt who rode
the roan. When doubt was no longer
possible she felt n suffocating sense of
gladness iind fenr nnd wonder.
Many of tho guerrillas leaped up
with drawn weapons. Still Stewart
approached with his hands high, nnd
he rode right Into the campflre circle.
Then n guerrilla, evidently tho chief,
waved down the threatening men and
strode up to Stewart. He greeted him.
There wns amaze and pleasure and
espect In the greeting. Mndelluo could
tell that, though sho did not know
what was said. At the moment Stew
nrt appeared to her as cool and cure
less us If lio were dismounting at her
porch steps. Hut when he got down
she suw that his face was white. He
shook hands with the guerrilla, and
then his glittering eyes roved over the
men uud around the glnde until they
rested upon Madeline. Without mov
ing from his tracks be seemed to leap,
as If u powerful current hud shocked
Grimy Hands Sought Weapons, and
Then Every Man Stiffened.
him. Madeline tried to smile to assure
him she was nllve and well; hut the
Intent In his eyes, tho power of his con
trolled spirit telling her of her peril
nnd his, froze the smile on her lips.
With that he faced the chief and
spoko rapidly In the Mexican Jargon
Madeline had always found so dllllcult
to translate. Tho chief answered,
spreading wide his hands, one of which
Indicated Madcllnu ns she lay there.
Stewart drew tho fellow u little aside
nnd said something for his ear alone.
The chief's bunds swept up In a ges
ture of surprise nnd acquiescence.
Again Stewart spoko swiftly. Ills
hearer then turned to address tho band.
Madeline caught the words "Don
Carlos' and "pesos." There was a
brief muttering protest which the chief
thundered down. Madeline guessed
her release had been given by this
guerrilla and bought from the others
of the band.
Stewart strodo to her side, lending
the roan. Majesty reared and snortod
when ho saw his mistress prostrate.
Stewart knelt, still holding the bridle.
"Are you all right?'.' he asked.
"I think so," she replied, essalng u
laugh that was rather a failure. "My
feet are tied."
Dark blood blotted out all the white
from his face, and lightning shot from
hlh eyes. She felt his bands, like steel
tongs, loosening the bonds round her
imUle-i. Without u word he lifted her
upright and then upon Majesty. Made
line reeled u little In the saddle, held
haul to the poliunel with one hand, and
tried to lean on Stewart's shoulder
with the other.
"Don't give up," he said.
She saw him gaze furtively Into the
forest on nil aides. And It surprised
her to see the guerrillas riding away.
Putting the two facts together, Made
line formed an Idea that neither Stew
art nor the others desired to uiuet with
some one evidently duo shortly In the,
glade. Stewart guided the roan off to
the right uud walked beside Madeline,
steadying her in tho saddle. At first
Madeline was so weak and dizzy that
she could scarcely retain her seat.
The dizziness left her presently, nnd
then she made an effort to ride with
out hell). Her weakness, however, nnd
u pain in her wrenched arm made the
Stewart had struck off the trail, If
there were one, and was keeping to
denser parts of the forest. Majesty's
hoofs made no sound on the soft
ground, nml Stewart strode on without
speaking. Neither his hurry nor vigil
unco relaxed until nt least two miles
had been covered. The soft ground
gave place to bare, rocky soil. The
horse snorted and tossed his head. A
sound of splashing water broke the si
lence. The hollow opened Into n wider
one through which a little brook mur
mured its way over the stones. Maj
esty snorted again and stopped and
bent his head.
"He wants a drink," said Mmlcltae.
"I'm thirsty, too, and very tired."
Stewart lifted her out of the sad
dle, and as their bnnds parted sho
felt something mo! -t and warm. Ulood
was running down her arm anil Into
the palm of her ban I.
'Tin bleeding," -he said, n little
unsteadily. "Oh, I remember. My arm
She held it out, the blood making
her conscious of her weakness. Stew
art's fingers felt so linn nnd sure.
Swiftly he ripped the wet sleeve. Her
forearm had been cut or scratched.
He washed oft' the blood.
"Why, Stewart, It's nothing. I was
only n llttlo nervous. I guess that's
the first time I ever saw my own
He made no reply ns be tore her
handkerchief Into strips nnd bound her
arm. His swift motions mid ids silence
gave her a hint of how he might meet
u more serious emergency. She felt
safe. And because of that impression,
when ho lifted his head nnd she saw
that he was pale nnd shaking, she was
surprised. He stood before her folding
his scarf, which was still wet, and
from which he mnde no effort to re
move the red stains.
"Miss Hammond," ho said, hoarsely,
"It was n man's hands u Greaser's fin
gernails that cut your arm. I know
who he was. I could have killed him.
Hut I mightn't have got your freedom.
You understand? I didn't dare."
Madeline gazed at Stewart, as
founded more by his speech than his
"My dear hoy I" she exclaimed. And
then she paused. Sho could not find
He was making nn apology to her
for not killing a man who had laid a
rough hand upon her person. Ho wns
ashamed nnd seemed to bo In n tor
ture that sho would not understand
why he had not killed the man. There
seemed to bo something f passionate
scorn in him that he had not been able
to avenge her as well ns free her.
"Stewart, I understand. You were
being my kind of cowboy. I thank
Hut she did not understand so much
ns she Implied. Sho bad heard many
stories of this mnn's cool Indifference
to peril and death. He had always
seemed ns hard as granite. Why
should the sight of u little blood upon
her nrm pule his check and shake his
bund uud thicken his voice? What
was there In his nature to make him
Implore her to see the only reason he
could not kill nn outlnw? The answer
to the first question was that he loved
her. It wns beyond her to nnswer the
second. Hut the secret of It lny In
the same strength from which his love
sprang an Intensity of feeling which
seemed characteristic of these western
men of simple, lonely, elemental lives.
All at once over Madeline rushed n
tide of realization of how greatly It
was possible for such u man as Stewart
to love her. The thought came to her in
all Its singular power. All her eastern
lovers who Itad the graces that made
them her equals In the sight of the world
were without the only great essential
that a lonely, hard life had given to
Stewart. Nature here struck a Just
balance. Something deep nnd dim In
the future, uu unknown voice, called
to Madeline nml disturbed her. And
because It was not n voice to her In
telligence she deadened tho ears of
her warm and throbbing life mid de
cided never to listen.
"Is it safe to vest a little?" she
asked. "I am so tired. Perhaps I'll
be stronger If I rest."
"We're nil right now," ho said. "I
can get you home by midnight. They'll
be some worried down there."
"Nothing much to any one but you.
That's the the hard luck of It. Flor
ence caught us out on the slope. We
were returning from the lire. We
were dead bent. Hut we got to the
ranch before any damngo was done.
We sure had trouble In finding a trace
of you. Nick spotted tho prints of
your heels tinder tho window. And
then we knew. I had to light tho boys,
If they'd como after you we'd never
have gotten you without a light. I
didn't want that. I hnd to rope Monty.
Honest, I tied him to the porch. Nels
land Nick promised to stay and holO
him till morning. That was the best
I could do. I was sure lucky to conn
up with tlio band so soon. I had fig;
tired right. I knew that gucrtilln chief
He's a bandit In Mexico. It's n busi
ness with him. Hut he fought for
Madero, and I wns with him a good
deal. He may bo u Greaser, but he's
"How did you effect my release?"
"I offered them money. That's whnt
tho rebels nil want. They need money.
They're n lot of jwor, hungry devils."
"I gathered that you offered to pay
ransom. How much?"
"Two thousnnd dollurs Mex. I gave
tuy word. I'll have to take the money.
I told them when and where I'd meet
"Certnlnly. I'm gind I've got the
money." Madeline laughed. "What n
strange thing to happen to mo! I
wonder what dud would sny to thn??
Stewnrt, I'm afraid he'd say two thou
sand dollars Is more than I'm worth.
Hut tell me. That rebel chieftain did
not demand money?"
"No. The money Is for his men.
We wore comrades lieforo Juarez. Ono
day I dragged him out of n ditch. I
reminded him. Then I I told him
something I I thought "
"Stewnrt, I know from the wny he
looked nt me that you spoko of me. I
heard Don Carlos' nnme several times.
Thnt Interests mo. What hnvo Don
Carlos and his vnqueros to do with
"That Greaser has nil to do with It,"
replied Stewart, grimly. "He burned
his ranch and corrals to keep us from
getting them. Hut lie nlso did it to
draw ull the boys nwny from your
home. They had n deep plot, nil right.
I left orders for some one to stay with
you. Hut AI and Stlllwcll, who're both
hot-headed, rode off this morning.
Then the guerrillas came down."
"Well, what was the Idea tho plot
as you cull It?"
"To get you," he said, bluntly.
"Me 1 Stewart, you do not mean my
capture whatever you call It was
anything more thnn mere nccldcnt?"
"I do mean thnt. Rut Stlllwell and
your brother think the guerrillas want
ed money nnd nrms, nnd they Just Imp
pencil to make off with you becauso
you ran under n horse's nose."
"You do not Incline to thnt point of
"I don't. Neither does Nels nor Nick
Steele. And we know Don Carlos nnd
the Greasers. Look how the vnqueros
chased Flo for you !"
"What do you think, then?"
"I'd rather not say. Once I heard
Nels say he'd seen the Greaser look nt
you, nnd If ho over saw him do It
ngaln he'd shoot him."
"Why, Stewart, that Is ridiculous.
To shoot a man for looking nt a wom
an 1 This Is n civilized country."
"Well, maybe It would be ridiculous
In n civilized country. There's some
things about civilization I don't care
"Whnt, for Instnnco?"
"For one thing, I can't stand for the
way moil let other men treat women."
"Hut, Stewart, this Is strange talk
from you, who, that night I came "
She broke off, sorry that she had
spoken. Ills shnino was not plensant
to see. Suddenly ho lifted ills head,
nnd she felt scorched by ll.inilng eyes.
"Suppose I wns drunk. Suppose I
hnd met some ordinary girl. Suppose
I had really made her marry me. Don't
you think I would have stopped being
n drunknrd und have been good to
"Stewart. I do not know whnt to
think nbout you," replied Madeline.
Then followed a short silence. Made
line saw the last bright rays oMhe set
ting sun glide up over n distant crag.
Stewart rebrldleil the horso and looked
at the saddle-girths.
"I got off the trail. About Don Car
los I'll say right out, not what Nels
and Nick think, but whnt I know. Don
Curios hoped to make off with you for
himself, the same as If you had
been n poor peon slnve-glrl down in
Sonora. Maybe lie hud a deeper plot
than my rebel friend told me. Maybe
he oven went so far as to hope for
Amerlcnn troops to chaso him. The
rebels aro trying to stir up the United
States, They'd welcome Intervention.
Hut, however thnt may be, the Greaser
meant evil to you, and has meant It
ever since he saw you first. That's
"Stewart, you hnve done mo nnd my
family u service we can never hopo to
"She fell asleep with her head
on Stewart's breast."
(TO BE CONTINUHD.)
Webster's dictionary gives as one of
tho meanings of the word "grocery'' In
tho United States a "retail grocer'
store." It Is quite correct to uso It in
this sense and to plurnllzo It, so as to
mnko It unnecessary to say "grocory
stores," Just ns wo have "bakeries,"'
The women of Nigeria carry their
jpw-born babies lit calabash sheila.
Feels Like Brand New Man Since
Taking Tanlac, States
Tanlac measured up to my cxpe
tntlons, my troubles hnve vanished,
nnd I feel fit nil over," declared Henry
J. Schlekau, truck farmer, Station B,
Itouto 1, Omaha, Neb.
"For over n year I suffered terribly
with stomach trouble nnd mn-down
condition. I wns In misery with Indi
gestion nnd honrtburn uftercatlng; my
bend nched fit to burst, and there wni
a sharp, constant pain in my bnek,
I was nervous, couldn't sleep, and kept
"Hut the Tnnlnc treatment smoothed
out everything nnd I gained fifteen
pounds. My truck business gets mi
up bright and early, but I cover my
route regularly nnd never tire out
I am certainly grateful to Tanlac, and
always telling nbout It." '
Tantac Is for sale by all good drug
gists. Accept no substitute. Over 37
million bottles sold.
Tnnlnc Vegetable Pills nro nnturo'n
own remedy for constipation. Sold
Repeating the Mistake.
North Why do yor thluk he boa
such n poor memory?
West Well, he married ngalul
The Cutlcura Toilet Trio.
Flnvlng cleared your skin keep It clear
by making Cutlcura your everyday
lollet preparations. Tho Soap to cleanso
and purify, tho Ointment to soothe nnd
heal, the Talcum to powder nnd per
fume. No toilet table Is complet
without them. Advertisement.
Whnt did Adam have to brag about
until to got out of the Garden of
Any mnn who looks for trouble li
blind to his own Interests.
What would you
do in his place?
The steeplejack lights his
pipe and goes on
Imagine, if you can, a steeplejack
487 feet above the street level. Hang
ing on by his teeth he is applying a
more or less rough-and-ready coat of
paint to a flagpole.
It may seem foolish that a flagpole
487 feet in the air should need a coat
of paint; but anyway, that's the case,
Right in the midst of a busy morn
ing's painting an adventurous beo
buzzes into the picture. In fact, thera
are two bees, both buzzing viciously.
What should tho steeplejack do?
There being in the profession no
local rules for buzzing bees, your
average steeplejack probably would
get the all-clear signal from below and
elide promptly down to safety.
But not Our Hero.
Ho takes out his pipe, lights it, and
goes on painting. ,
"It soothes the nerves," he says
frankly about pipe smoking.
And, by tho way, althougn thcro
are only twenty-five genuine, no
acaflold steeplejacks in tho country,
Our Hero is ono of them,
We have no way of knowing what
kind of tobacco tho steeplejack pours
into hi3 pipe on these bee-buzzing oc
casions, but wo have a feeling that it
For Edgeworth does much to givo
the smoker a sense of calm and
ui course, wo
wouldn't care to go
on record as claim
ing that smoking a
can of Edgeworth is
as good as a two
wcelts' rest cure in
tho mountains; but
we would like to
strongly tho opin
ion that smoking
any pipe makes
life seem mofd
worth living and
tnat smoking a
pipe filled with Edgeworth helps a lot.
At least, smokers from all parts of
tho country write in to tell how much
Edgeworth helps them in the general
pursuit of health, happiness and sev
eral good pipefuls a day.
If you aro interested in finding out
more about Edgeworth, tho most sen
sible plan is for you to let Larus &
Brother Company send you some freo
samples so that you can try tho to
bacco for yourself.
Just writo your name and address
down on a postenrd and you will re
ceive immediately generous helping!
both of Edgeworth Plug Slico and
Ready-Rubbed. If you will also in
cludo tho namo and address of your
tobacco dealer, we will make it easier
for you to get Edgeworth regularly.
For tho frco samples address Larus
& Brother Company, 80 South 21st
Street, Richmond, Virginia.
To Retail Tobacco Merchants: If your
jobber cannot supply you with Edge
worth, Larus & Brother Company will
gladly send you prepaid by parcel post
a one- or two-dozen carton of any sizo
of Edgeworth Plug Slice or Ready
Rubbed for tho same prico you would
pay tho jobber.
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