Murder
Masquerade
BY
Inez Haynes Irwin
Copyright Inez Hajne? Irwin
WNU Service.
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MONDAY ? Continued
?12 ?
"I'll promise to do that," I
agreed. "And what have you been
doing, Hopestill?"
"Oh ? tennis, swimming," he an
swered, adding a little evasively,
"a lot of things. Caro Prentiss is
a swell kid, isn't she?"
"Yes. I like her better than any
other young girl who's come to
Satuit. She has a quality."
"And what a face!" Hopestill
added. "Figure ? personality ?
charm ? she's got everything. And
such vitality and strength I"
"I'm glad you're enjoying her so
much," I commented.
After luncheon the telephone
rang. "It's Mrs. Thelford, Mrs.
Avery," Sarah Darbe informed me.
I had never liked Brenda Thel
ford ? Ace's cousin. But I knew that
of course I must call upon her. I
felt a little mortified that she was
asking help of me before I volun
teered it. "How do you do, Mrs.
Thelford," I began. "I feel fright
fully to think that you have had to
telephone me. I had every inten
tion of calling you as soon as I
came back to normal. I've just
crawled to the point where I could
take a little walk this morning."
"Quite!" came Brenda Thelford's
frigid, correct voice. "I perfectly
understand. I wonder you are not
a raving maniac. And of course
I've been very busy myself."
"It must be a dreadful business
for you," I murmured.
"It is. Fortunately with so many
deaths in my own family, I've had
some experience in this sort of
thing. But I've called you up, Mrs.
Avery, to ask a great favor of you.
It wasn't until yesterday afternoon
that it occurred to Sam Chess that
we ought to notify Bruce Hexson of
Ace's death. I told Sam to call
him up on the telephone. He tried
to get him at intervals all day.
Then we gave it up. Sam felt that
he knew what had happened. Bruce
Hexson often takes his two servants
I've forgotten their names "
"Adah and Berry," I informed
her.
"Yes. He often takes them up
the river to Ace's island camp for
the week-end. There's no telephone
there. Sam thought they'd come
back this morning. They did, but
not until fifteen minutes ago.
Somebody's got to break the news
of Ace's death to Bruce Hexson.
I'll be up to my ears in work, get
ting ready for the funeral. I can
not very well spare the time to
drive over to the camp and I sim
ply cannot bring myself to tell him
over the telephone. I wondered if
you " _
My heart sank. "Of course I
will, Mrs. Thelford," I answered.
"I'll go at once."
"Oh thank you, thank you," she
answered, the stress of ft great re
lief in her voice.
I had said yes quickly enough,
for there was nothing else to do.
But the moment I put the receiv
er back, cowardice enveloped me.
It seemed a task too terrific for
my over-wrought nerves. I said
nothing to Hopestill about my er
rand to Bruce Hexson; for I knew
if I told him where I was going,
he would insist on accompanying
me. And for Bruce Hexson's sake,
I did not want any onlookers at
the scene. What I did say was,
"Hopestill, I think I'll take a little
drive alone. I think it will do me
good."
"I think it will be good medi
cine. Aunt Mary," he, to my great
relief, approved.
I was glad that the road to camp
did not go through the village. I
did not feel like seeing people. At
the cross-roads, I turned to the left
and foUowed Bradford street.
A few cars, carrying friends,
passed; a few pedestrians were
sauntering along the earth side
walks. Familiar faces ? swift as
were the nods and glances we gave
one another? showed me, more
definitely than anything yet, what a
pail lay over the town.
I was glad when the road, pull
ing away from the town, pulling
away from the houses, pulling
away even from the wine-glass
elms which guarded it, became
more and more rustic, more and
more solitary.
After ft few miles of this, I turned
into ? road, little more than a lane,
which wound in a humpy, rutty
curve off to the left and toward the
ocean. It ended presently in a
cleared space. I stopped the car
and got out. , .
Ace's camp lay fully revealed as
I crossed the expanse of shorn
meadow which surrounded it
Ace had always known in
stinctively what beauty was. H*
had hired ? pftir of Maine guides
to make the two^tory log cabin
log-house, I should call it? which
we called the Camp. It la one of
the moat beautifully constructed log
houses I have ever seen. It con
sists of a big living-room, bedrooms
and a kitchen; an ell at one side in
which lived Adah and Berry. As I
came around to the broad front
piazza, I saw that Bruce was sit
ting out in front, reading his Bible.
Bruce sat at a big, broad, bare
table. He wore one of the tow
colored smocks with the brown cor
duroy trousers in which he always
dressed at camp. His folded arms
were resting on the table and over
them his absorbed eyes were read
ing from his big, worn, brown calf
covered Bible. That Bible accom
panied Bruce wherever he went.
Once I took it up and examined
it; it had I think the most beauti
ful print I had ever seen. I stopped .
for an instant watching Bruce. As
though there was something hyp
notic in my gaze, suddenly he lifted
his eyes from the book, turned
them in my direction. I shall al
ways remember what a pang went
through me when his gaze, encom
passing me, grew soft with affec
tion.
"Well, Mary," he exclaimed, ris
ing, "how glad I am to see you!"
My heart began to flutter. I did
not like the job before me. "What
have you been reading, Bruce?"
I asked.
"The Psalms. They are my com
fort always. Let me read you!"
Thereupon he read the Twenty
third Psalm.
Of course I know the Twenty
third Psalm. I know it by heart.
I have read it numberless times. I
had heard it read numberless
times. But that day, sitting on the
"Hoot Glad I Am to See Too!"
little rough porch of Ace's log cab
in and looking off at the tranquil
sea, I really heard it for the first
time because it was the first time
I ever saw it.
Bruce's voice always deep ? what
with emphasis and stress ? grows
sonorous when it touches Holy Writ.
Somehow with that roll of the in
coming waves below as a steady
underlying accompaniment, the
Biblical words seemed to take on a
stupendous impressiveness. Per
haps all words are empty vessels;
we fill them with whatever essence
we have of mind, of heart, of soul.
Bruce filled the words of the Twen
ty-third Psalm until they brimmed.
He closed the book. "It's too
early for tea, Mary. Can Adah
bring you a cool drink ? a temper
ance drink," he reminded me.
I was not conscious of being
thirsty but I had a cowardly de
sire to put off the fatal moment.
"Yes," I answered. "I'd like
some of your delicious root beer."
Bruce reached up toward the roof
of the piazza, tugged at a hanging
rope. Inside somewhere a bell
rang. Presently Adah appeared.
Bruce gave his order. Adah van
ished and reappeared with a foam
ing Wedgewood pitcher. Moving
with her noiseless speed, she filled
a glass for me and one for Bruce.
Presently Bruce put his glass
down. He looked at me a little
questioningly I thought.
"Bruce," I said, in a trembling
voice, "I've come with bad news.
I've got something dreadful and
something heartbreakingly sad to
tell you."
"My dear friend," he abjured me
gently, "tell me!"
"Bruce ? oh dear, dear Bruce,
it's Ace. Ace is dead. It is more
awful tha'i that. He was murdered.
He was murdered the night of Mat
tie Stow's masquerade. He wore a
costume of a Roman soldier and he
was found dead, stabbed to death
by his own short sword, in my
Spinney."
I could not look at Bruce Hexson.
I closed my eyes for an instant.
For that interval, there was com
plete silence. Then a strange sound
pulled my eyelids up. I hope I
never hear that sound again. I
hppe I never see that sight again.
Bruce Hexson had turned to the
table, had dropped his head on
his folded arms, was sobbing?
the great hoarse, racking sobs of
uncontrolled male agony.
TUESDAY
I slept a little that night. 1 got
up at the regular hour, ate my
breakfast with Hopestill and Sylvia.
Soon after breakfast, Hopestill left
for this morning game of tennis with
Caro Prentiss.
With that tilth sense ws all pos
sess and which, in that strange in
terval of my life, seemed to have
doubled on itself, I became aware
presently of sounds from the Spin
ney. Presently Sarah Darbe came
into the room. I said, "There's
somebody in the Spinney, Sarah.
Who do you suppose it is?"
"It's Mr. Hopestill and Miss
Prentiss, Mrs. Avery," Sarah an
swered. "They're there all the
time. I suppose they're still hunt
ing for clues."
"How's Bessie, this morning?" I
asked Sarah.
"I don't think she slept very well
last night, Mrs. Avery."
"I'll go out and see her now," I
said decisively.
Bessie was busy with breakfast
4ishes. Shocking as had her ap
pearance seemed to me the day
before, it was doubly shocking to
day. Had that gray, ironed face
ever shown a sparkle, a dimple, a
smile? "Bessie," I began at once,
"you look tired to death." And
then as though Sarah had said
nothing to me, "Do you sleep
well?"
"Not so very well, Mrs. Avery,"
Bessie answered.
"It's the shock, Bessie," I ex
plained it to her. "I feel better but
I am by no means myself yet. So
don't be surprised that you are so
broken."
"No, Mrs. Avery," Bessie said
stonily, "it doesn't surprise me."
"Bessie," I suggested, "would
you like to go away for a week or
two? I think a change would do
you good."
Bessie's steely mask flared with
panic. "Oh no, Mrs. Avery!" she
remonstrated in a frightened voice.
"Oh no I I don't want to go away
from here. I can't go away from
here. I can't ? I can't!"
"You don't have to go, Bessie,"
I soothed, "if you don't want to
go. But somehow, I thought you'd
like a change."
Again panic flared in Bessie.
"But I'm going to ask Doctor
Geary to call today," I promised
hastily. "He'll gjve you something
that will make you sleep."
"I'd like that, Mrs. Avery," Bes
sie declared almost inaudibly.
I had scarcely finished telephon
ing the Geary house when the po
lice car curved into the drive.
"Take me where we can talk
alone, Mary," Patrick said. I led
him to the piazza which looked to
ward the Spinney. "By God, Mary,
I'm in a jam!" Patrick said as he
seated himself in the broad Glou
cester hammock. "I might have
to arrest Margaret Fairweather.
And anyway, I've got to put a
watch on her house."
"Oh no!" burst from me invol
untarily.
"That's the way I feel about it!"
Patrick commented grimly.
"It would kill Flora if Margaret
was arrested."
"That's the way I feel about it,"
Patrick repeated, more grimly
still.
"Queer I never thought of her
when Tony told me about the tall
woman in dark clothes. You thought
of her at once, didn't you?"
At first I did not reply. Then I
said, "How did you know that?"
"Because later, when I thought
of it myself, I could remember
your face. I realized that you'd
thought of it. Not that either of us
said anything."
He paused for a moment. "Per
haps I could fix it to let Margaret
stay in her own home for a while.
I could detail a car to saunter up
and down the cliff ? without rais
ing suspicion, I guess."
"But you haven't any real evi
dence on Margaret," I remonstrat
ed.
"It is a little negative, I'll ad
mit. But here you are. No woman
left the masquerade until long aft
er midnight ? with the exception of
Molly Eames ? Molly Treadway, I
mean. Molly left with Walter. No
other woman came over to the
Head that night. There was no
other woman at home that night on
the Head ? except Flora and Mar
garet Fairweather and Hannah.
One of my men called with his wife
on Hannah last night. He called,
of course, because I sent him, but
Hannah doesn't know that. Natur
ally they talked about nothing but
the murder. He established that
Hannah spent the whole evening
with Flora. Margaret slept, as she
frequently does, downstairs on the
porch. Hannah said that Margaret
went to bed early because she was
so tired. Hannah sleeps on the
porch outside Flora's chamber.
Now as soon as Hannah was asleep
why couldn't Margaret have slipped
out quietly from the piazza to meet
Ace Blaikie in the Spinney?"
"But what would she want
to meet Ace for?" I queried me
chanically.
Patrick did not answer me. But
he looked at me. I made no com
ment. But I looked at him. Un
said things began to whirl in the
air about us. And then I heard
an automobile crunching up the
drive.
"Miss Fairweather is here, Mrs.
Avery," Sarah Darbe announced
from the doorway. "She says she
would like to see you and Mr.
O'Brien."
My thoughts began to spin. I
made up my mind to say nothing
about Hannah's nap.
(TO BB CONTINUED)
Diet of Ostriches
The ostrich's diet is almost
wholly vegetable, consisting of
seeds, fruits and grasses. Eggs and
insects are rarely eaten. They swal
low small stones and gravel to aid
digestion,
IMPROVED
UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
SUNDAY I
chool Lesson
ly REV. HAROLD L LUNDQU1ST,
Dean of the Moody Bible Institute
of Chicago.
t Western Newspaper Union.
Lesson for January 10
NEW LIFE IN CHRIST
LESSON TEXT ? John 3:1-17.
GOLDEN TEXT? Verily, verily. 1 uy
unto thee. Except a man be born again, he
cannot see the kingdom of God.? John 8:3.
PRIMARY TOPIC? Jesus Answering ft
Man's Question.
JUNIOR TOPIC ? the Most Important
Question.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC?
How the Christian Life Begins.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC?
New Life in Christ.
The only entrance into the Chris
tian life is by the door of the new
birth. Regeneration is the act of
God whereby the divine nature is
imparted to the believing sinner
and he becomes the child of God.
He who has not entered by this way
has not entered at all. He is still
dead in trespasses and sins, with
out God and without hope (Eph.
2:1, 12).
Men are seeking to enter the
household of God by almost any
other means ? culture, reform, char
acter building ? and are neglecting
God's way. This lesson should there
fore be studied and taught with
earnest prayer that this foundation
truth may lay hold upon the hearts
of the hearers of the Word. Let no
one who is not born again attempt
to teach it to others, lest the blind
attempt to lead the blind, and both
fall into the ditch (Luke 6:39).
The coming of Nicodemus to our
Lord took place at the time when
he was in Jerusalem for the Pass
over. Jesus had chosen six of his
disciples, had been at Cana of Gal
ilee, where he performed his first
miracle, and had made a brief visit
to Capernaum, after which he came
to Jerusalem for the feast. In high
and holy indignation he had driven
the money changers out of the tem
ple. The Pharisees who looked for
the coming of the Messiah as a
secular conqueror wondered at this
new spiritual leader. It was prob
ably as much on their behalf as his
own that Nicodemus came to in
quire of Jesus. In answering his
questions Jesus reveals the neces
sity, the nature, and the method of
regeneration ? in other words, the
Why, What, and How of the New
Birth.
I. Why? (w. 1-7.)
Jesus was not unduly impressed
by the dignity and high station of
his visitor, nor by the visitor's cour
teous acknowledgment of his own
position as a great teacher. With
decisive boldness Jesus declares
that this man, a cultured and dis
tinguished ruler of the Jews, must
be born again, if he is to see the
kingdom of God.
God is no respecter of persons.
This "doctor of divinity" must be
born again, just as was the illiterate
fisherman. D. L. Moody once said
that he was thankful it was to such
a man as Nicodemus that Jesus
presented the necessity of the new
birth ? or men would have said that
only the down-and-outer needed to
be saved.
Two reasons are given by our
Lord for the "must" of verse 7:
(1) The Kingdom of God is a spir
itual kingdom, and cannot be en
tered by way of our human nature;
and (2) "That which is born of the
flesh is flesh" and is radically and
essentially bad. To learn why the
flesh is bad read Jeremiah 13:23,
and Galatians 5:19-21.
H. What? (w. 8-13).
The new birth is a divine mys
tery, not fathomable by human
reason. Those who insist that all
spiritual truth be put through the
little norm of their intelligence will
never understand it or receive its
blessing. The striking illustration
of the life-giving and energizing
wind used by our Lord is most il
luminating. Wind is unseen, but
the results of its movement are evi
dent.
in. How? (w. 14-17.)
Just as there was healing and life
in a look at the uplifted serpent
(Num. 21:8), so there is life for a
look at the Crucified One. Faith re
ceives God's perfect provision for
sin.
Verse It may well be regarded
as the greatest sentence in the
greatest Book in the world. It
presents the whole plan of salva
tion ? its source, its ground, its re
cipients, its condition, and its re
sult.
This glorious salvation is for all
men ? "whosoever" ? but some
reject it. Notice that God does not
condemn them. Their own evil
works and desires condemn them
(w. 17-20). God in his grace is
ready and willing to save, but men
love "darkness rather than light";
for their works are evil.
Cod's Mercy
O Cod, the whole world is as a
drop of morning dew. But Thou hast
mercy upon all . . . For Thou lov
est all things that are, and abhor
est nothing that Thou hast made
. . . But Tbou sparest all, (or tiiey
are Thine, O Lord, Thou lover of
souls.
Doing Well
He doeth much that doth a thing
well. He doeth well that rather
aerveth the commonwealth, than his
own will. ? Thomas a Kempis.
Interlude
By MEREDITH SCHOLL
? Associated Newspaper*.
WNU Service.
"A ND ^ ^roe." said Neal Shar
on angrily, "don't come sniv
? Ustz* "p~" - * ?*?
?.JU1' ,fJeal's wee small wife with
to'h/r fl?" ,ha'r, drew herself up
to her five feet and one inch, and
her eyes flashed, "Come back'" she
said I w th biting sarcasm. ''Me come
back to you? Neal Sharon rn|
wouldn t come back for a hundred
thousand million dollars!"
!"^dfn gl*nt u?hted Neal-s eyes
month ?ermWed look came his
*tiK)d UP. crossed to the
telephone. Give me," he told the
operator "an employment agency,
any employment agericy. . . Hello
employment agency? I want a maid.'
' " one that can cook and
make beds and sweep. ..OK I'll
leave the key under the door mat.
nue' " Sharon- 2231 Hudson ave
hi.PIt'^ed ^ himself, Neal put on
his hat and coat and went out.
When he returned home that night
he found a note on his kitchen ta
h.nH ^as .'"'"en in a feminine
hand and informed him that the
writer had been sent out by the
Acme agency and had cleaned his
house .changed the sheets on his
bed and prep?-ed his dinner, which
he would find being kept warm in
thUt J11? writer also stated
that she had a family of her own to
look out for and would it be satis
u she went home
Neal was delighted with such an
arrangement. He sat down, wrote
? note stating that the plan was ex
cellent, and enclose^ a $10 bill He
placed the note on the kitchen Uble
- he "turned home on
the following evening it was gone,
but there was a slip of paper in
its place which read: "Thank you.
Nora Brady." *
ihe,flurst day of the second
week Neal became really alarmed.
Jill was rather overdoing it this
time. This was the longest she'd
*v'r away But when he
stepped into the house he- found Jill
there waiting for him.
. "We,^ Neal Sharon," she said
yoifarer" * the k-d ?< a -an
"3",.tl^u?t forward a slip of paper.
Don t lie! Don t try to deny it!"
Neal took the paper and read: "It
was awfully sweet of you to tell
me that, and thank you for the mon
ey."
"Neal Sharon," Jill choked. Her
eyes fairly bulged. "Do-you mean
-do you mean that you? actually
t^6n?,Carrying on an? an affair
with this Nora person?"
Neal sat down and picked up
his evening paper. "I'm not admit
ting anything," he said.
?frl^yMyOU^you- ^ is t*e last
straw! Now 111 never, never, nev
SEf* . aCk.!" She turned- rushed
blindly to the door, opened it,
placed one foot over the threshold
paused, looked back. Neal was
reading his paper, quite indifferent
to her departure. And suddenly she
flung herself at his feet, buried her
face against his knees.
"Darling! Darling! Oh, forgive
me, take me back. Please don't
i?V.e anyone else! Take me back
and I II never, never leave you
again It was all my fault! I was
selfish and mean and-and horrid.
Ufl? Weal, I could never live with
out you!"
key rattled in the front door
u u turned to glance over her
shoulder. The door opened, admit
ting a great hulk of a woman a
woman with red hair and a red
lace, a woman of many years and
many pounds.
JiJ{, to her feet. "Who are
you? she asked.
i w?man grinned awkward
T - . w ^hy' ma'am. I'm Nora.
I get Mr. Sharon's meals and do
Ws housework. I came back to tell
him that hereafter I could stay till
?ifi ' W he wanted me to."
Jill whirled and faced her hus
h^ it ^?v."cw "he' ',So! Thats
?7fti ? .u ? e turned, strode
swiftly to the door, brushing aside
the prodigious Nora. "Neal Shar
on, I think you're? you're horrible'
I never want to see you again!"
Ana she went out.
Neal sighed heavily. Nora looked
at hum and said: "Was that your
wife, sir Won't you be wanting
me any longer?"
Nora, m be wanting you,"
Mid Neal wearily. "At least two
weeks longer."
The Egyptian Bloodstone
The Egyptians called the carnel
lan the bloodstone because it was
supposed to cool the blood and pre
vent apoplexy. It overcame anger
and produced peace. It was said
that wearers of this stone had beau
tiful skins ? free from blotches and
?ores. Certain Hindus believe that
it will stop bleeding from the nose.
For this they hold it between the
eyes. The Turks and Greeks of the
Middle ages believed that it pro
tected a man from sorcery and the
undue fascination of an unscrupu
lous woman. It has been used for
many years by the Orientals as a
charm against the evil eye. The be
lief once existed in Khurdistan that
wearers of this stone became in
visible in battle. If the ancient Kurd
doubted his wife's fidelity he made
her drink milk in which the stone
had been washed. If she had been *
unfaithful her skin would break ou
in blotches.? Pearson's Weekly.
1
It's Harder to Lose Pounds Than
It Is to Gain More of Them
Overweight Generally Hat But
One Cause and That
Is Overeating.
"The slim, the irritable, the
hungry woman takes on the pro
portion of one of our minor men
aces," says Fannie Hurst in her
amusing little book, "No Food
With My Meals." Miss Hurst is
writing frankly from her owi ex
perience in attempting successful
ly to lose pounds. She admits
herself that although she under
took her reduction program under
the direction of the doctor, she
was not content with the com
paratively slow results and cut
still further the low calorie diet
which the physician gave her.
It is one of the mysteries of
life that it is much harder to
lose added pounds than it is to
gain them. The bathroom scales,
which are now so general a part
of equipment, enable us to keep a
check on weight. It is not so
easy for those extra pounds which
creep upon us unaware as it was
once upon a time. A few days
of dieting in time will save the
slender figure. Remember, how
ever, that, in general, the addi
tion ]f a few extra pounds with
the years is an asset. They are
usually needed to balance those
lines which the years write.
Unless there is some glandular
deficiency, overweight has but one
cause, namely, overeating. The
avoidance of more calories than
are needed for use by the body
for its own processes and for the
activity of our lives may usually
be a simple matter if there are
no between meal sweets and no
over-indulgence in bread, butter,
other fats and rich desserts with
meals. Not complete avoidance!
It is only the second helpings that
are usually responsible for undue
weight gain. Looking out for that
pound in time will actually save
nine. Just one word of warning.
however, don't advertise publicly
your diet program.
Coffee Jelly.
X tablespoons granulated gelatin
% cup cold water
8 y? cups hot strong coffee
y? cup sugar
Soak gelatin in cold water, add
fresh hot coffee and the sugar.
Stir until disspolved and pour into
molds to set.
Mineral Oil Mayonnaise.
% teaspoon mustard 1 egg yolk
1 teaspoon salt 1 cup mineral oQ
Cayenne Lemon juica
y? teaspoon sugar Vinegar
Mix dry ingredients and add
yolk of egg. Mix well and add
one-half teaspoon vinegar Add
mineral oil gradually, drop by
drop at first, then more quickly,
beating with egg beatei. As mix
ture thickens thin with lemon
juice or vinegar and continue add
ing oil. When finished mixture
should be very stiff. Keep coh
ered in the ice box.
e Bel! Syndicate. ? WNU Senice.
Bunyan Created Lakes
Elk and Torch lakes, the beau
tiful finger lakes that stretch par
allel for miles along the shor* of
Lake Michigan near E1V Rapids,
date back to the days of Paul
Bunyan, according to the old lum
berjacks.
Lake Michigan, they say, was
scooped out by the mighty Paul,
to be used as a log pond. Instead
of skidding the logs into a stream
and floating them down to his
pond Paul would hitch onto a
section of land and drag it over
to the lake, log off the timber,
and then haul the section back.
One day Paul hooked onto a
particularly heavy timbered sec
tier near the Boardman and
started Babe, the blue ox, out to
haul it over to the lake. There
had been a heavy rain, the
ground was greasy, and Babe's
feet slipped.
Torch and Elk lakes remain, an
eternal testimonial to the blue ox
and the time his feet slipped. ?
Detroit Free Press.
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Bayer Aspirin Tablets with a Glass of Water
The modem way to
! a cold is this: Two
Bayer Aspirin tablets
the moment you feel a
cold coming on. Then
repeat, if necessary, according to
instructions in the box.
At the same time, if you have ?
sore throat, crush and dissolve
three BAYER tablets in one-third
glass of water. And gargle with this
mixture twice.
The Bayer Aspirin you take, in
temally will act to combat fever
and the pains which usually ac
company colds. The gargle will act
as a medicinal gargle to provide al
most instant relief from rawness
and pain. It is really marvelous; foe
it acts like a local anesthetic on the
irritated membrane of your throat.
Try this way. Your doctor, w?
know, will endone it. For it is a
quick, effective means of combating
a cold. Ask for Bayer Aspirin by tha
full name at your druggist's ? not
for "aspirin" alooe.
15? FOR A DOZEN
2 FULL DOZEN FOR 2M
VIRTUALLY 1C A TABLET
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