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At the f.xponse of a soiled hat Robert
Orme saves from arrest a Rirl in a black
tourlr.K far who has caused a traffic Jam
on State strict, lie buys a new hat and
Is given in change a. Ave dollar bill with:
"Remember the person you pay this to."
written on it. A second time he helps the
lady in the blaek car. and learns that in
Tom and Hessie Wallinsham they have
mutunl friends, but sains no further hint
of her identity. He discovers another in
scription on the marked bill, which, in a
futile attempt to decipher it. he copies
and places the copy in a drawer in his
apartment. Senor I'oritol. South Ameri
can, calls, and claims the marked bill.
Orme refuses, and a flsht ensues in
whicli I'oritol is overcome. He calls In
Senor Alcatrante. minister from his coun
try, to vouch for him. Orme still refuses
to give up the bill. Orme soes for a walk
and sees two Japs attack Alcatrante. He
rescues him. Keturninjj to ins rooms
Orme is attacked by two Japs who ef
fect a forcible exchange of the marked
bill for another. Orme finds the girl of
the black car waiting for him. She also
wants the bill. Orme tells his story. She
recognizes one of the Japs as her father's
butler. Maku. The second inscription on
the bill is the key to the hiding place of
important papers stolen from her father.
Both Japs and South Americans want the
papers. Orme and the "Girl" start out in
the black car In juest of the papers. In
the university grounds in Kvanston the
hiding place is located. Maku and an
other Jap are there. Orme fells Maku
and the other Jap escapes. Orme finds in
Maku's pocket u folded slip of pap"r. He
takes the girl, whose name Is still un
known to him. to the home of a friend in
Kvanston. Returning to the university
grounds Orme g-ts in conversation with a
guard at the life-sa-ing station. They
hear a motor boat in tiouble in the dark
ness on the lake. They find the crippled
boat. In it are the Jap with the papers
and "Girl." She jumps into Orme's boat,
but the Jnp eludes pursuit. "Girl" ex
plains her presence in the boat. Orme
boards a car for the city and finds Maku
on it and trails him in hope of finding
the Jap who has the papers. Orme
finds on the paper he took from Maku
the address. "241 N. Parker street."
He goes there and finds that Arima.
teacher of Jlu-Jltsu Is on the third
floor. He calls on Alia, clairvoyant, on
the fourth floor, descends by the lire
scape and concpals himself under a
table in Arima's room. Al-iatrante. Por
itol and the Jap minister enter. Ormo
finds the papers in a drawer under the
tabic nnd substitutes mining prospect
uses for them. He learns that the pa
pers are of international importance
with a. time limit for signatures of that
night midnight. Th substitution is
discovered. The jr-rl appears and
leaves again after being told that the
American has the Jtapers. Orme at
tempts to get away, is discovered and
set upon by Arima and Maku He
eludes them and a hidden in a closet
by the clairvoyant. Orme escapes dur
ing a seance gin by Alia. On the side
walk he encounters Alcatrante. Ormo
goes to find Vom Wallingham. Alca
tranto hangs on nnd tries to get the
CHAPTER XIII. Continued.
They passed a long series of doors,
the glass panels of which were in
scribed, "The Wallingham Company
Private," -with index fingers pointing
ihe direction of the main entrance.
This was the Chicago branch of the
great New York corporation, and
Thomas Wallingham, Sr.. had placed
his son in charge of it two years
before. The business was the manu
facture of refrigerators. One side of
the reception room which Orme en
tered hurriedly, Alcatrante still be
side him, was given over to a large
specimen refrigerator chamber, built
in with glistening white tiles. The
massive door, three feet thick, was
wide open, showing the spotless Inner
chamber. In the outer wall was a ther
mometer dial fully a foot In diameter.
Once Inside the reception room
Orme stopped and looked again at Al
catrante. There was menace In the
look, but the South American did not
flinch. Indeed, the glance which met
his own seemed to Orme to be dis
armingly good natured. Its essence
was a humorous recognition that the
Eituation had a ridiculous side.
But Orme. knowing that much was
at 6take. did not for an instant trust
his unwelcome companion. Alca
Thtt South American
WASHINGTON'S TENT FLAG
His Headquarters' Colors Are Now in
the National Museum at
A valuable relic of Washington has
been recently added to the Valley
Forge Museum of American History.
This is Washington's headquarters flag.
His marquee was purchased by the
museum last fall at a cost of $5,000.
after having been exhibited for years
In the National museum at Washing
trante would cling to him like an
Old Man of the Sea, awaiting the op
portunity to get the better of him.
Every wile would be employed; but
publicity was no part of the game
Orme began really to believe that.
To shake off Alcatrante, perhaps
there was no better way than to lure
him to some deserted place and over
power him. But would not Alcatrante
be likely to have anticipated such a
move? And would he not resort to
desperate measures of his own before
Orme could put his own plans into
practise? Bixby might help.
Orme walked over to the inquiry
window. "I want to see Mr. Bixby."
he said, offering his card.
The yming woman behind the win
dow took the card, but at the same
time she said: "Mr. Bixby left a few
minutes ago. He won't be back to
day. Shall I keep the card for him?"
"It doesn't matter, thank you," he
said, turning away. Luck was against
him. Besides Bixby no one in the of
fice knew him.
Alcatrante smiled genially. "Since
Mr. Bixby is absent," he remarked,
"shall we leave the verification of the
notes until tomorrow?"
"What are ycu talking about?" ex
"Why " Alcatrante's face was the
picture of astonishment "the Walllng
iiam company notes, of course. The
notes you wish to sell me." His voice
was raised so that the girl behind the
window could not help hearing.
"Rot!" said Orme.
"What?" A note of Indignation crept
into Alcatrante's voice. "Are you
evading? Perhaps you thought I would
not insist on the verification." An
other clerk, a man. had joined the girl
behind the window. Alcatrante sud
denly addressed hhn. "This Mr. Orme
told me that he needed to raise money
and would transfer to me cheap some
notes signed by your company. I met
him at the hotel. He said that, if I
would come here with him. he would
show the notes and have them veri
fied. I don't understand."
The clerk left the window, and,
opening a door, came into the recep
tion room. "What are the notes you
have?" he asked.
"I have none," replied Orme, In dis
gust. "I have never pretended to have
any. This man is crazy, I think." He
pointed to Alcatrante. "He has fol
lowed me here uninvited for reasons of
his own. I asked for Mr. Bixby, whom
I know. I would have asked for Mr.
.Wallingham. my personal friend, but
that I had already learned of his being
"There's funny business here some
where," exclaimed Alcatrante, with
great earnestness. "Do you mean to
say that you did not introduce your
self to me in the lobby of the Framing
ton and ask me to buy the notes?"
Orme did not answer.
With a conservative eye the clerk
looked at the two. He was not one to
Involve himself in a dubious affair.
"I can't settle this matter for you,
gentlemen," he said.
With a slight bow, Orme went Into
the hall. It dawned upon him why Al
catrante had invented so remarkable
a story. Without question, the min
ister had feared that Orme would en
list aid in the office, or that at least he
would manage to deposit the coveted
papers in safety while he found other
means to get rid of his shadow. Hence
the sudden effort to discredit Orme.
Did Not Flinch.
ton. Xow. through the courtesy of
Miss Frances B. Lovell, a descendant
of Betty Lewis, the sister of Washing
ton, the flag of the commander-in-chief
of the armies of the patriots is exhib
ited with the famous war tent.
For yeara the flag has been a treas
ured heirloom In Miss Lovell's family,
and few have known of its existence.
Upon her father's death she became
its owner. It was known to the family
as "Washington's headquarters flag."
"That it is the unidentified flag of
Pcale's portraits there can be no
i doubt," says Rev. W. Herbert Bark,
In the- long corridor Orme gave no
further attention to Alcatrante, who
was pattering along beside him. The
course he nor.- had in mind was to hire
a cab and ride out of the city all the
way to Arradale. if possible. The dis
tance could not be much greater than
15 miles. If Alcatrante chose to pur
sue, well and good. There would be
ways of disposing of him.
Then an audacious notion flashed
into Orme's mind. Why not let Alca
trante ride with him? Why not take
the minister all the way to his destina
tion and at the end turn him over a
The idea was hardly practicable. He
might meet other enemies, and in that
event he would not care to have an
enemy already at his side. It came to
him for the first time that the nearer
he approached his goal, the greater
would be the opposition he would have
to overcome. Whatever else the South
Americans and Japanese might do.
they would have their guards about
the house of the girl's father. Hith
erto he had assumed that, once free
of Alcatrante and safe on the train to
Arradale, he would have plain going;
but now he realized that the dangers
would pile up higher as he advanced.
In any event, he must get rid of Al
catrante, and as they approached the
elevator grills, be spoke.
"Senor." he said, "unless you stop
following me, I shall be obliged to hurt
you. I give you fair warning."
Alcatrante laughed. "If you hurt
me, as you threaten, you will find your
self in difficulties. You will be arrest
ed, and you will have no opportunity
to deliver the documents on time. My
position as minister my extra-terri-toriality
will make it very difficult for
you to extricate yourself."
Orme looked grimly down into the
sallow face. "My fist against your
chin." he said, "might do it."
Alcatrante did not lose his smile.
"You will hardly try that, I think.
There would be no time for you to get
away. People in these passing eleva
tors would see you."
Orme turned away and pressed the
"down" button, and a few seconds
later a descending car stopped. He
pushed his way in, Alcatrante after
The elevator was crowded. Clerks
and stenographers were beginning to
leave their offices, for the hour was
nearly five. Orme wedged his way in
at one side, and, in order to gain a
momentary sense of seclusion, turned
his back upon the persons who were
pressing against him and stood with
his face to the side of the cage, looking
through the scroll work of the grating
to the swiftly ascending cables in the
next well. He was conscious that Al
catrante stood close to him as the car
began to slip downward. It was all
very ridiculous, this persistent pursuit
Suddenly Alcatrante's voice burst
out: "Stop the car! I've been robbed!
Stop the car!"
There was immediate commotion; a
girl screamed, and the swaying of the
huddled group made the car rattle.
The elevator man quickly threw over
his lever. The car stopped with a
jerk between floors.
Orme had started to turn with the
others, but with a quick exclamation
he checked his movement and pressed
his face against the grating. A re
markable thing had happened. The
ascending car in the next well had
stopped at Alcatrante's outcry. The
few passengers it was carrying,
eager to see what was happen
ing, hurried to the side nearest
to Orme. Less than two feet from his
face was the face of a girl. Almost
before he saw her at all he knew her.
He forgot that ho had given her ap
parent cause to doubt him; he did not
stop to wonder what she was doing
in this building.
"Girl!" he whispered.
Her lips parted: her eyes opened
"Girl! Go to Tom Wallingham's of
fice. I'll come up there. Keep out of
sight when you hear me coming. Al
catrante is with me."
"I have the papers," he added, and
his heart thumped happily when he
saw joy and gratitude flash into her
From his position and manner he
might have been explaining to her
what was happening In bis own car.
But now, conscious of the necessity of
taking part in the discussion about
him, he reluctantly turned away from
Alcatrante was still exclaiming vol
ubly. His purse had disappeared. It
had been in his pocket just before he
entered the car. Therefore someone
in the car must have taken it. He did
not accuse any single person, though
he flashed suspicious glances at Orme.
who recognized, of course, that the
move was directed against himself.
To embarrass Orme with arrest and
detention would well suit the purpose
of Alcatrante. At this late hour such
an event would prevent the delivery of
the papers. Orme wondered whether
the minister had realized that the pa
pers might be found by the police and
disposed of properly. The explana
tion of this apparent oversight on the
part of Alcatrante was not difficult,
however, for perhaps it was not a
part of the plan that Orme should be
founder of the museum, who obtained
the treasured relic. "The flag of one
picture is a blue jack with 13 stars.
The flag now in the museum here Is a
light blue silk with 13 stars, the blue
faded and the stars yellow with age."
The flag is 36 inches long and 2S
inches wide. The heading Is of home
spun linen, with three eyelets worked
with thread. The stars are six-pointed,
double stitched, and the silk back
of them has been cut out to show the
stars on both sides. The stars are not
arranged in a circle, but In lines fol
lowing the crosses of the British fag.
actually thrown into a cell. It was
more likely that an arrest would be
followed, after as much delay as Al
catrante could secure, by a refusal to
prosecute. One advantage to Alca
trante would be the opportunity of
getting assistance while Orme was in
the bands of the police so that after
the prisoner was released he would
have more than one person to contend
with. Alcatrante would give up acting
"Somebody has my purse!" Alca
trante was shouting. 'Somebody here!
You must not let anybody out!"
The elevator boy had been gaping in
seeming paralysis, but now several of
the passengers men who doubtless
were sure of their positions were an
grily ordering him to take the car
down. Some of them had trains to
"Xo! Xo!" screamed Alcatrante.
Orme had kept out of the discussion,
but now he spoke quietly. "I think.
Senor Alcatrante" he uttered the
name distinctly, knowing that the
South American probably did not wish
himself identified--"! think that, if the
boy will take the car almost to the
bottom, the starter will help you."
There was a chorus of seconds to
this suggestion. The boy pulled the
lever and let the car descend slowly,
while Alcatrante continued to exclaim.
How would the South American try
to throw suspicion where he wished
it? Orme puzzled over this question,
for certainly the police would not ar
rest all the passengers. And then he
suddenly remembered how Alcatrante
had crowded against him when they
entered the car.
A cold wave of horror swept over
him. Was it possible that ?
He put his band into the left side
pocket of his coat. Something was
there that did not belong there a
smooth, bulging purse. Alcatrante had
put it there.
Orme fingered the purse. He would
have to get rid of it, but he dared not
to drop it to the floor, and if ho thrust
it through the grating and let it fall
into the elevator well, some one would
be almost certain to detect the action.
There was only a moment left before
the car would stop. He looked down at
Alcatrante, who was close in front of
him. Then his face relaxed and in
spite of the gravity of his situation he
smiled; for he had found a solution.
Promptly he acted upon it.
The car halted just below the celling
of the first floor. "What's the matter
with you?" called a voice the voice
of the starter.
"Man robbed." said the elevator boy.
"Bring the car down."
"Xo!" shouted Alcatrante. "The
thief is in the car. a He must not es
cape." "I won't let him out Bring the car
The boy let the car descend to the
floor level. The starter placed himself
against the gate. "Xow then, who was
robbed?" he demanded.
Alcatrante crowded forward. "It was
I. My purse is gone. I had it just
before I got in."
"Oh, it was you, was it?" The start
er remembered the, trouble Alcatrante
had made a few minutes before. "Sure
you didn't drop it?"
"I am certain that I did not."
The passengers were shuffling their
feet about, in a vain effort to touch the
lost property. A young girl was gig
"Perhaps you put it in the wrong
pocket, and didn't look careful
"I looked. I looked." exclaimed Al
catrante. "Do you think I would not
know. See! I put it in this pocket,
which is now empty."
He thrust his hand into the pocket
which he had indicated. Suddenly his
expression changed to astonishment.
"Find it?" grinned the starter.
With the blankest of looks Alca
trante pulled the purse from his pock
et. "It was not there two minutes
ago." he muttered.
"You've been dreamin'." remarked
the starter, opening the gate with a
bang. 'All out!" v
Orme chuckled to himself. In a mo
ment Alcatrante would realize how the
purse had been replaced in his pocket,
and he would be furious. Meantime
Orme entered another elevator, to go
back to the eighth floor, and, as he had
expected, the minister followed him.
When they were outside the office of
the Wallingham company Orme paused,
his hand on the door. "Senor Alca
trante." he said, "this business must
end. I shall simply have to call the
"At your own risk." said Alcatrante.
Then an ugly light flashed in his eyes
and his upper lip lifted above his yel
low teeth. "You get the better of me
there in the elevator," he snarled.
"You won't get the better again."
Orme opened the office door. He
glanced about the reception room, to
see whether the girl had hidden her
self. She was not in view; indeed,
there was even no one at the inquiry
The door of the great sample re
frigerator was ajar only two or three
feet. When Orme was there a few
minutes before it had been wide open.
He wondered whether the girl had
chosen it as her hiding place. If she j
had. his plan of action would be sim
plified, for he would slip the papers in
which, Mr. Burk says, seems to have
been the earlier arrangement
Mr. Burk, in speaking of the way In
which he came into possession of the
flag, said: "A few weeks ago I was
telling some visitors to the Valley
Forge Museum of American History
the interesting narrative of Washing
ton's marquee, when one of the num
ber safd she bad recently seen the flag
that belonged to the tent The clue
thus given was quickly followed. The
owner. Miss Lovell, recognized the ad
vantage of exhibiting the flag with the
teat, ciallr. whta to carefully
:" y r y v
'CorwOMT tff pr ooomvao 5 COrssvury
to her, then get Alcatrante from the
In a casual way he folded his arms.
He could now put his hand into his in
side coat pocket and the motion would
hardly be noticed.
For a moment he stood as though
waiting for some one to appear at the
Inquiry window. Though Alcatrante
was watching him closely, Orme con
tinued to act as" if he were the only
person in the room.
And now the dial of the big ther
mometer in the outer wall of the re
frigerator appeared to catch his eye,
and he strolled over to it. This placed
him almost in the open doorway. Ap
parently his eyes were on the dial, but
in reality he was glancing side wise into
the chamber of the refrigerator. He
glimpsed a moving figure in there
heard a faint rustling. Thrusting his
hand into the Inside of his coat, he was
about to take out the precious papers
to pass them in to her.
Then he received a violent push
from behind. He plunged forward,
tripped with one foot on the sill of the
refrigerator doorway, and went in
headlong, sprawling on the tiled floor.
His clutching hand caught the fold of
a woman's skirt Then, though he re
mained conscious, everything suddenly
x Bewildered as he was, several sec
onds passed before he realized that the
massive door had been closed that he
and the girl were prisoners.
Prisoners in the Dark.
Orme's hand still held her skirt.
"Girl!" he whispered.
"Yes. Are you hurt?"
Her voice came to him softly with
all its solicitude and sympathy. She
knelt, to help him if need be, her
warm, supple hand rested gently on
his fflrehead. He could have remained
for a long time as he was, content with
her touch, but his good sense told him
that their safety demanded action.
"Xot hurt at all," he said, and as
she withdrew her hand, he arose. "Al
catrante caught me off guard," he ex
plained. "Yes, 1 saw him. There wasn't time
to warn you."
"He has been dogging me for an
hour," Orme continued. "I felt as
though he were sitting on my shoul
ders, like an Old Man of the Sea."
"I know him of old." she replied.
"He is never to be trusted."
"But you how did you happen to be
here, in the Uookery?"
"In the hope of finding you."
"I called up the Pore Marquette
about five minutes ago, and the clerk
said that you bad just been talking to
him on the wire, but that he didn't
know where you were. Then I remem
bered that you knew the Wallingbams,
and I came to Tom's office to see if he
had any Idea where you were. I was
on my way when I passed you in the
"Tom and Bessie are at Glenview."
"Yes, the girl at the Inquiry desk
told me. She went to get her hat to
leave for the night, and I slipped into
this chamber to wait for you."
"And here we are." Orme laughed
"papers and all. But I wish it weren't
Orme hunted his pockets for a
match. He found just one.
"I don't suppose. Girl, that you hap
pen to have such a thing as a match?"
He Received a
guarded as at the museum. She read
ily agreed to loan the flag, and for this
purpose had it framed." Philadelphia
Carrying His Own Fly Paper.
A seat near the radiator was tie
only one vacant in the waiting room
of the Union depot when an old man
came In carrying several packages.
He laid all his bundles beside the scat,
then he picked up one. a long square
package, and looked about in perplex
ity. "I don't dare get this sear tkss
She laughed lightly. "I'm sorry
"I have only one," he- said. "I'm
going to strike it, so that we can get
He scratched the match on his sole.
The first precious moment of light he
permitted himself to look at her, fixing
her face in his mind as though he
werejiever to see t again. It re
joiced him "to "find that In that instant
her eyes also turned to his.
The interchange of looks was bard
for him to break. Only half the match
was gone before he turned from her,
but in that time he had asked and an
swered so many unspoken questions
questions which at the moment were
still little more than hopes and yearn
ings. His heart was beating rapidly.
If she had doubted him, she did not
doubt him now. If she had not under
stood his feeling for her, she must un
derstand It now. And the look in her
own eyes could he question that It
"Has nibr'e than friendly? But the ne
cessity of making the most of the light
forced him to forget for the moment
the tender presence of the girl who
filled his heart. He therefore employed
himself with a quick study of their sur
The chamber was about ten feet
'square, and lined smoothly with white
tiling. It was designed to show the
sanitary construction of the Walling
ham refrigerator. Orme remembered
how Tom had explained it all to him
on a previous visit to Chicago.
This was merely a storage chamber.
There was no connection with an ice
chamber, and there were none of the
hooks and shelves which would make
it complete for its purpose. The only
appliance was the thermometer, the
coils of which were fitted in flush with
the tiling, near the door, and protected
by a close metal grating. As for the
door itself. Its outline was a fine seam.
There was a handle.
As the match burned close to his
fingers, Orme pulled out his watch. It
was twenty-nine minutes past five.
Orme groped his way to the door and
tugged at the handle. The door would
not open; built with air-tight nicety,
it did not budge in the least
This was what Orme bad expected.
He knew that Alcatrante would have
shot the bolt. He knew, too, that AI
catrante would be waiting in the cor
ridor, to assure himself that the last
clerk left the office without freeing the
prisoner that all the lights were out
and the office locked for the night
Then he would depart, exulting that
the papers could not be delivered; ami
in the morning Orme would be re
leased. But had Alcatrante realized that the
chamber was air-tight? Surely he had
not known that the girl was already
there. The air that might barely suf
fice to keep one alive until relief came
would not sufTiee for two.
There was not the least opening to
admit of ventilation. Even the places
where, in a practical refrigerator, con
nection would be made with the ice
chamber, were blocked up; for that
matter, they were on that side of the
chamber whicli was built close into the
corner of the office.
Orme drove his heel against the
wall. The tiles did not break. Then
he' stepped back toward the middle of
"Where are you. Girl?" he asked.
"Here," she answered, very near
(TO BE CONTINUED.) I
steam pipes." he explained to the
usher "You see. it's fly paper, and
the directions say to keep in a cool
P "I got lt to take with me to Mex
ico. I wasn't sure I could get any
t .tintar1 ii rir nrtfirmrofl
there, ana i . . i---i
' Flip hotter m" ard I Hk to swnt my
' . .i Ifanciis fltv Star.
snare oi iucu. -
"You couldn't expect him to Indor
"He's an aviator."
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WHAT DID HE MEANT
The Judge Xo, my conscience does
n't hurt me when I give a man a life
sentence, if I'm sure of his guilt Bui
I suppose yours does?
; The Preacher How do you meant
The Judge Why, you sentence
many innocent men for life and their
collect a fee for doing it
SCALES ALL OVER HER BODY
"About three years ago I was af
fected by white scales on my knees
and elbows. I consulted a doctor who
treated me for ringworm. I saw no
change and consulted a specialist and
he claimed I had psoriasis. I contin
ued treatments under him for about
six months until I saw scales break
ing out all over my body save my
face. My scalp was affected, and my
hair began to falL I then changed
doctors to no avail. I went to two
hospitals and each wanted to make a
study of the caso and seemed unable
o cure it or assure mo of a cure. I
jied several patent medicines and
"tvas finally advised by a friend who
has used Cuticura on her children
tince their birth, to purchase the
Cuticura Remedies. I purchased a
cako of Scap, the Ointment and tho
Resolvent. After the first application
the itching was allayed.
"I- am, still using the Soap and OInfc
ment and now feel that none other Is
good enough for my skin. Tho psor
iasis has disappeared and I every
where feel better. My hands were s
disfigured before using the Cuticura
Remedies that I had to wear glove3 all
tho time. Now my body and hands
are looking fine." (Signed) Miss Sara
Burnott. 2135 Fitzwater St, Philadel
phia, Pa., Sept. 30, 1910.
Cuticura Soap (25c) and Cuticura
Ointment (50c) ore sold throughout
the world. Send to Potter Drug &
Chem. Cnrp., sole props., 135 Colum
bus Ave.. Boston, for free book on af
fections of the skin and scalp.
Accounting for It.
Wedderly They say that t maa
and his wife grow to look alike aftei
they have been married a few yeara
Now, my wife and 1 have been mar
ried ten years; do you think we loofc
Singleton Yes, indeed. You boH
seem to have the same sad expression
The husband of a fashionable worn
an, whoso gowns are at once tho ad
miration and despair of her feminine
acquaintances, was discussing th
cost of living with a friend at the
Union League the other night.
"By the way," ventured the friend,
er don't you have a good deal ol
trouble keeping your wife dressed in
the height of style?"
The woman's husband smiled and
then shook hi3 head emphatically.
"Oh. no." he said, "nothing to speaJ
of. Nothing nothing to the trouble
I'd hae if I didn't'
Occasionally or oftener people lead
a man to believe thy udmiro him
when in reality they we only trying
to work him.
To restore a normal action to Hvr, lad
rev, stomach and liowels, take GarficW
Tea, the mild Herb laxative. All drujanaU
It Is no use running; to set out be
times is the main point. La Fontaine.
Don't Trifle With
At the first sign of any
trouble take Hostet
ter's Stomach Bitters.
It has an established
reputation as a health
maker and preserver.
Refuse anything else.
The Bitters is really
excellent, and worthy
of a trial in cases of
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