THE SALISBURY WATCHMAN, SALISBURY, N. C.
FRUIT LAXATIVE
FOR CHILD
"California Syrup of Figs" can't
harm tender stomach,
liver and bowels.
Every mother realizes, after firing
her children "California Syrup of
Figs' that this is their ideal laxative,
because they love its pleasant taste
and it thoroughly cleanses the tender
little stomach, liver and bowels with
out griping. '
When cross, , irritable, feverish, or
breath is bad, stomach sour, look at
the tongue-, mother! If coated, give a
teaspoonful of this harmless "fruit
laxative," and in a few hours all the
foul, constipated waste, sour bile and
undigested food passes out of the bow
els, and you have a well, playful child
again. When its little system is full
of cold, throat sore, has stomach-ache,
diarrhoea, indigestion, colic remem
ber, a good 'inside cleaning" should
always be the first treatment given.
Millions of mothers keep "California
Syrup of Figs" handy; they know a
teaspoonful today saves a sick child
tomorrow. Ask at the store for a 50
cent ; bottle of "California Syrup of
Figs," which has directions for babies,
children of all ages and grown-ups
printed on the bottle. Adv.
Soldierly.
General Bliss was relating remi
niscences of sham battles.
"I had a young friend, Captain Exe,
who could never be worsted in sham
warfare," he said.
"Exe one day started to lead his
valiant company at double speed
across a bridge to storm a height, but
a young captain belonging to the opposite-side
rushed up and shouted:
" 'Hi, Exe ! You mustn't cross that
bridge! Don't you see the notice?
The bridge is supposed to be de
stroyed.' 4,,It is, hey?' roared Exe. 'Well,
then, we're supposed to be swimming
across. On, boys, and at 'em.' "
Used All Over the Civilized World
for More Than 50 Years.
Stomach troubles seem to be almost
universal the last few years; I mean
Indigestion in many forms, internal
nervousness, caused by incompatible
food fermentation, coming up of food,
sour stomach, headache, apparent pal
pitation of the heart, habitual consti
pation, intestinal indigestion, caused
by a torpid liver, and a general break
down with low spirits and depressed
feeling. Green's August Flower was
Introduced in this and foreign coun
tries fifty years ago with wonderful
success in relieving the above com
plaints. Sold by dealers everywhere at
25c trial bottles or 75c family size. Sole
manufacturer, G. 6. Green, Woodbury,
N. J., U. S. A., Australia and Toronto,
Canada. Adv.
Couldn't Say Much.
"You have sworn to tell nothing but
the truth."
"Nothing but the truth, your
honor?"
"Precisely."
"Then, judge, with that limitation
upon me I might as well warn you
that I'm not going to have much to
say."
LIFT YOUR CORNS
OFF WITH FINGERS
How to loosen a tender corn
or callus so it lifts out
without pain.
Let folks step on your feet hereafter ;
wear shoes a size smaller if you like,
for corns will never again send electric
sparks of pain through you, according
to this Cincinnati authority.
He says that a few drops of a drug
called freezone, applied directly upon
a tender, aching corn, instantly re
lieves soreness, and soon the entire
corn, root and all, lifts right out.
This drug dries at once and simply
shrivels up the corn or callus without
even irritating the surrounding skin.
A small bottle of freezone obtained
at any drug store will cost very little
but will positively remove every hard
or soft corn or callus from one's feet.
If your druggist hasn't stocked this
new drug yet, tell him to get a small
bottle of freezone for you from bis
wholesale drug house. adv.
Didn't Correct Her.
"That dame asked me for some con
summated lye," said the grocer's new
boy, witha grin.
"You didn't correct her, did you?
asked the grocer.
. "Aw nix! I'm onto me job better
dan dat. I jest handed her a can of
consecrated lye an said nothinV
Kill the Flies Now and Prevent
disease. A DAISY FLY KILLER will do it
Kill thousands. Lasts all season. All dealers
or six sens express paid for $1. H. SOMERS,
150 .Ue xl&iq Ave., -tsrooiuyn, js. x. Adv.
After a man has kept you awake all
night by his snoring he usually lla
you that he didn't sleep a wink.
GREEN S AUGUST
FLOWER
J
WM
By
Jamoo
OUvor
Ourwood
Copyright by the Bobbs-MerriU Company.
FOR THE FIRST TIME IN
HIS LIFE KAZAN KNOWS
THE JOY OF PERFECT
FREEDOM HOW HE
MEETS THE CHALLENGE
OF A HUGE GRAY WOLF.
ftazan is a vicious Alaskan
sledge dog, one-quarter gray
wolf. He saves his master's life
and is taken along when the mas
ter goes to civilization to meet
his bride and return with her to
the frozen country. Even the
master is afraid to touch the
dog, but Isobel, Kazan's new
mistress, wins his devotion in
stantly. On the way northward
McCready, a dog-team driver,
joins the party. Inflamed by
drink on the following night,
McCready beats the master in
sensible and attacks the bride.
Kazan flies at the assailant's
throat and kills him. Fearful of
punishment, the dog takes to
the woods and wild life.
CHAPTER IV. Continued.
After lhat cry Kazan sat for a long
time on his haunches, sniffing the new
freedom of the air, and watching the
deep black pits in the forest about him,
as they faded away before dawn. Now
and then, since the day the traders had
first bought him and put him into
sledge-traces away over on the Macken
zie, he had often thought of his free
dom longingly, the wolf blood in him
urging him to take it. But he had
never quite dared. It thrilled him now.
There were no clubs here, no whips,
none of the wan-beasts whom he had
first learned to distrust, and then to
hate. It was his misfortune that
quarter-strain of wolf; and the clubs,
instead of subduing him, had added to
the savagery that was born in him.
Men had been his worst enemies. They
had beaten him time and again until he
was almost dead. They called him
"bad," and stepped wide of him, and
never missed the chance to snap a
whip over his back. His body was cov
ered with scars they had given him.
He had never felt kindness, or love,
until the first night the woman had put
tier warm little hand on his head, and
had snuggled her face close down to
his, while Thorpe her husband had
cried out in horror. He had almost
buried his fangs in her white flesh, but
in an instant her" gentle touch, and her
sweet voice, had sent through him that
wonderful thrill that was his first
knowledge of love. And now it was a
man who was driving him from her,
away from the hand that had never
held a club or a whip, and he growled
as he trotted deeper into the forest.
He came to the edge of a swamp as
day broke. For a time he had been
filled with a strange uneasiness, and
light did not quite dispel it. At last
he was free of men." He could detect
nothing that reminded him of their
hated presence in the air. But neither
could he smell the presence of other
dogs, of the sledge, the fire, of compan
ionship and food, and so far back as he
could remember they had always been
a part of his life.
Here it was very quiet. The swamp
lay in a hollow between two ridge
mountains, and the spruce and cedar
grew low and thick so. thick that
there was almost no snow under them,
and the day was like twilight. Two
things he began to miss more than all
others food and company. Both the
wolf and the dog that was in him de
manded the first, and that part of him
that was dog longed for the latter. To
both desires the wolf blood that was
strong in him rose responsively. It told
him that somewhere in this silent
world between the two ridges there
was companionship, and that all he
had to do to find it was to sit back on
his haunches, and cry out his loneli
ness. More than once something trem
bled in his deep chest, rose in his
throat, and ended there in a whine. It
was the wolf howl, not yet quite born.
Food came more easily than voice.
Toward midday he cornered a big
white rabbit under a log, and killed it.
The warm flesh and blood was better
than frozen fish,- or tallow and bran,
and the feast he had gave him confi
dence. That afternoon he chased many
rabbits, and killed two more. Until
now, he had never known the delight of
pursuing and killing at will, even
though he did not eat all he killed.
But there was no fight in the rab
bits. They died too easily. They were
very sweet and tender to eat, when he
was hungry, but the first thrill of kill
ing them passed away after a time. He
wanted something bigger. He no long
er slunk along as If he were afraid, or
as if he wanted to remain hidden. He
held his head up. His back bristled.
His tail swung free and bushy, like a
wolfs. Every hair in his body quiv
ered with the electric energy of life
and action. He traveled north and
west. It was the call of early days
the days away up on the Mackenzie.
The Mackenzie was a thousand miles
away.
He came upon many trails in the
snow that day, and sniffed the scents
left by the hoofs of moose and caribou,
and the fur-padded feet of a lynx. He
followed a fox, and the trail led him to
a place shut In by tall spruce, where
the snow was beaten down and red
dened with blood. There was an owl's
head, feathers, wings and entrails lying
here, and he knew that there were
other hunters abroad besides himself.
Toward evening he came upon tracks
in the snow that were very much like
his own. They were quite fresh, and
there was a warm scent about them
that made him whine, and filled him
again with that desire to fall back up
on his haunches and send forth the
wolf -cry. This desire grew stronger
in him as the shadows of night deep
ened in the forest. He had traveled
all day, but he was not tired. There
was something about night, now that
there were no men near, that exhilarat
ed him strangely. The wolf blood in
him ran swifter and swifter. Tonight
it was clear. The sky was filled with
stars. The moon rose. And at last
he settled back in the snow and turned
his head straight up to the spruce tops,
and the wolf came out of him in a long
mournful cry which quivered through
the still night for miles.
For a long time he sat and listened
after that howl. He had found voice
a voice with a strange new note in it,
and it gave him still greater confidence.
He had expected an answer, but none
came. He had traveled in the face of
the wind, and as he howled, a bull
moose crashed through the scrub tim
ber ahead of him, his horns rattling
against the trees like the tattoo of. a
clear birch club as he put distance be
tween himself and that cry.
Twice Kazan howled before he went
on, and he found joy in the practice of
that new note. He came then to the
foot of a rough ridge, and turned up
out of the swamp to the top of it. The
stars and the moon were nearer to him
there, and on the other side of the
ridge he looked down upon a great
sweeping plain, with a frozen lake glis
tening in the moonlight, and a white
river leading from it off into timber
that was neither so thick nor so black
as that in the swamp.
And then every muscle in his body
grew tense, and his blood leaped. From
far off in the plain there came a cry.
It was his cry the wolf-cry. His jaws
snapped. His white fangs gleamed,
and he growled deep in his throat. He
wanted to reply, but some strange in
stinct urged him not to. That instinct
of the wild was already becoming mas
ter of him. In the air, in the whisper
ing of the spruce tops, in the moonand
the stars themselves, there breathed
a spirit which told him that what he
had heard was the wolf-cry, but that it
was not the wolf call.
The other came an hour later, clear
and distinct, that same wailing howl at
the beginning but ending in a staccato
of quick sharp yelps that stirred his
blood at once into a fiery excitement
that it had never known before. The
same instinct told him that this was
the call the hunt-cry. It urged him to
come quickly. A few moments later it
came again, and. this time there was a
reply from close down along the foot
of the ridge, and another from so far
away that Kazan could scarcely hear
it. The hunt-pack was gathering for
the night chase; but Kazan sat quiet
and trembling.
He was not afraid, but he was not
ready to go. The ridge seemed to split
the world for him. Down there it was
new, and strange, and without men.
From the other side something seemed
pulling him back, and suddenly he
turned his head and gazed back
through the moonlit space behind him,
and whined. It was the dog-whine now.
The woman was back there. He could
hear her voice. He could feel the
touch of her soft hand. He could ee
the laughter in her face and eyes, the
laughter that had made' him warm and
happy. She was calling to him through
the forests, and he was torn between
desire to answer that call, and desire
to go down into the plain. For he
could also see many men waiting for
him with clubs, and he could hear the
cracking of whips, and feel the sting of
their lashes.
For a long time he remained on the
top of the ridge that divided his world
And then, at last, he turned and went
down into the plain.
CHAPTER V.
Leader of the Pack.
All that night Kazan kept close to
the hunt-pack, but never quite ap
proached it. This was fortunate for
him. He still bore the scent of traces,
and of man. The pack would have torn
him to pieces. The first instinct of the
wild is that of self-preservation. It
may have been this, a whisper back
through the years of savage forebears,
that made Kazan roll in the snow now
and then where the feet of the pack
had trod the thickest.
That night the pack killed a caribou
on the edge of the lake, and feasted
until nearly dawn. Kazan hung in the
face of the wind. The smell of blood
and of warm flesh tickled his nostrils,
and his sharp ears could catch the
cracking of bones. But the instinct
was stronger than the temptation..
Not until broad day, when the pack
had scattered far and wide over the
plain, did he go boldly to the scene of
the kill. He found nothing but an area
of blood-reddened snow, covered with
bones, entrails and torn bits of tough
hide. But it was enough, and he rolled
in it, and buried his nose in what was
left, and remained all that day close to
I
of it.
That night, when the moon and the
stars came out again, he sat back with
fear and hesitation no longer In him,
and announced himself to his new com
rades of the great plain.
The pack hunted again that night, or
else it, was a new pack that started
miles to the south, and came up with a
doe caribou to the big frozen lake. The
night was almost as clear as day, and
from the edge of the forest Kazan first
saw the caribou run out on the lake a
third of a mile away. The pack was
about a dozen strong, and had already
split into the fatal horseshoe forma
tion, the two leaders running almost
abreast of the kill, and slowly closing
in.
With a sharp yelp Kazan darted out
into the moonlight. He was directly in
the path of the fleeing doe, and bore
down upon her with lightning speed.
Two hundred yards away the doe saw
him, and swerved to the right, and the
leader on that side met her with open
jaws. Kazan was in with the second
leader, and leaped at the doe's soft
throat. In a snarling mass the pack
closed in from behind, and the doe
went down, with Kazan half under her
body, his fangs sunk deep in her jugu
lar. She lay heavily on him, but he did
not lose his hold. It was his first big
kill. His blood ran like fire. He
snarled between his clamped teeth.
Not until the last quiver had left
the body over him did he pull himself
out from under her chest and forelegs.
He had killed a rabbit that day and
was not hungry. So he sat back in the
snow and waited, while the ravenous
pack tore at the dead doe. After a lit
tle he came nearer, nosed in between
two of them, and was nipped for his in
trusion. As Kazan drew back, still hesitating
to mix with his wild brothers, a big
gray form leaped out of the pack and
drove straight for his throat. He had
just time to throw his shoulder to the
attack, and for a moment the two
rolled over and over in the snow. They
were up before the excitement of sud
den battle had drawn the pack from
the feast. Slowly they circled about
each other, their white fangs bare,
their yellowish backs bristling like
brushes. The fatal ring of wolves
drew about the fighters.
It was not new to Kazan. A dozen
times he had sat in rings like thisr
waiting for the final moment. More
than once he had fought for his life
within the circle. It was the sledge
dog way of fighting. Unless man inter
rupted with a club or a whip it always
ended in death. Only one fighter could
come out alive.- Sometimes both died.
And there was no man here only that
fatal cordon of waiting white-fanged
demons, ready to leap upon and? tear
to pieces the first of the fighters who
was thrown upon his side or back. Ka
zan was a stranger, but he did not fear
those that hemmed him in. The one
great law of the pack would compel
them to be fair.
He kept his eyes only on the big gray
leader who had challenged him. Shoul
der to shoulder they continued to
circle. Where a few moments before
there had been the snapping of jaws
and the rending of flesh there was now
silence. Soft-footed and soft-throated
mongrel dogs from the south would
have snarled and growled, but Kazan
and the wolf were still, their ears laid
forward Instead of back, their tails
free and bushy.
Suddenly the wolf struck in with the
swiftness of lightning, and his jaws
came together with the sharpness of
steel striking steel. They missed by
an inch. In that same instant Kazan
darted in to the side, and like knives
his teeth gashed the wolf's flank.
They circled again, their eyes grow
ing redder, their lips drawn back until
they seemed to have disappeared. And
then Kazan leaped for that death-grip
at the throat and missed. It was
only by an inch again, and the wolf
came back, as he had done, and laid
open Kazan's flank so that the blood
ran down his leg and reddened the
snow. The burn of that flank-wound
told Kazan that his enemy was old in
the game of fighting. He crouched
low, his head straight out, and his
throat close to the snow. It was a
trick Kazan had learned in puppyhood
to shield his throat, and wait.
Twice the wolf circled about him,
and Kazan pivoted slowly, his eyes half
closed. A second time the wolf leaped
and Kazan threw up his terrible jaws,
sure of that fatal grip just in front of
the forelegs. His teeth snapped on
empty air. With the nlmbleness of a
cat the wolf had gone completely over
his back.
The trick had failed, and with a
rumble of the dog-snarl in his throat,
Kazan reached the wolf in a single
bound. They met breast to breast.
Their fangs clashed and with the whole
weight of his body, Kazan flung him
self against the wolf's shoulders,
cleared his jaws, and struck again for
the throat hold. It was another miss
by a hair's breadth and before he
could recover, the wolfs teeth were
buried in the back of his neck.
How Kazan chooses a mate
and learns the joys of bossing
a wolf pack is described vividly
in the next installment.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Gold in History.
Gold was known from the earliest
historic times, and is mentioned in the
eleventh verse of the second chapter
of Genesis. At first it was chiefly used
for ornaments. The trade of the gold
smith Is mentioned in the fourth verse
of the seventeenth chapter of Judges,
in connection with the overlaying of
idols with gold leaf.
n
FARM LOAN ACT
(By Frank R. Wilson, federal loan bu
reau, Washington, D. C.)
Farm lands have always been re
garded as the safest security In the
world. But loans made against farm
lands have generally exacted a higher
interest rate than loans on other good
security. j
There are several reasons for this.
Such loans are not readily transfer
able, i. e., marketable. Farm loans
are usually desired for long periods.
A loan for less than five years is usu
ally of little value to the farmer. If
the loan Is made for the purpose of
buying land the farmer's chance to
pay it off is to make the money out
of the land. It is against reason to
expect that land will pay for itself
in five years.
Well-managed commercial banks
cannot make a business of lending
money on farms and carrying the loans
themselves. It is not good banking.
It ties up their funds in permanent
investments and if persisted in con
tinually would ruin any bank. This
fact limits the supply of local money
for farm loans, and partially accounts
for high interest rates on them.
Provides Needed Agency.
The farm lands of the United States
constitute a great mass of valuable
assets against which money ought to
be borrowed at fair rates of interest.
But it has been a chaotic mass of
value.' No agency has ever undertak
en to assemble this mass of assets into
negotiable form so that it could be
readily handled as a marketable se
curity. Now the government steps in and
provides this agency. It says to the
farmer who wants to Use his land as
security :
"You join a national farm loan as
sociation and contribute your mort
gage to a great federal land bank pool
of mortgages. We have provided the
machinery for this purpose and adopt
ed rules for its operation so that the
interest of all will be safeguarded.
When your mortgages are massed to
gether, a federal land bank will take
these mortgages and issue bonds
against them; sell the bends to inves
tors, and re-lend the money to farm
ers. The pooled mortgages of the
farmers of the United States will be
security for every bond. The high
character of this security means that
people who have money to invest will
jump at the chance to put their sav
ings up against your security at a
low rate of Interest. We will let you
have this money at actual cost to us,
plus not to exceed 1 per cent to cover
the cost of operating this money-assembling
and money-lending ma
chinery." "
Attractive to the Investor.
Then Uncle Sam turns to the in
vestor and says:
"We have enabled the farmers of
the United States to give us their
massed mortgages. We are offering
you bonds which are in reality first
mortgages against the farms of all
who join this pool. It is the best se
curity in the world, because every dol
lar a farmer borrows is represented
by $2 worth of land plus the stock
each farmer has purchased in his local
association. To make these bonds even
more attractive, so as to eventually
give the farmer a lower interest rate,
we have exempted them from all forms
of taxation. Even Uncle Sam will not
collect any tax from them, nor from
the income upon them. No state or
municipality may tax them. We have
made these bonds in small denomina
tions from $25 upward so their pur
chase will be easy among people with
small savings, and we will have the
bonds printed and engraved by the
government bureau 6$igravlng and
printing to protect them against coun
terfeiting, and the United States se
cret service will watch over them."
So the farm loan act, In addition
to providing money for land purchase
and farm development, provides a new
form of security which ought to be
come one of the most popular In exist
ence, because it is based on the land
values of the entire country.
Mill Employee at Eighty-Nine.
Lawrence, Mass., , boasts of an
eighty-nine-year-old mill worker, the
Boston m Globe states. His name is
George Ainsworth. He has been a
mill operative in one capacity or other
for 79 years. At ten years old he
entered one of the big mills in York
shire, England, where he was born.
He came to America when he was
twenty-three, and has worked in dif
ferent mills in New England as a first
class weaver. For many years he was
an overseer. At present Mr. Ains
worth is employed in the Washington
mill of the American Woolen com
pany as a warp twister.
Mr. Ainsworth's eighty-ninth birth
day anniversary was celebrated by a
full day's work, as usual, from seven
o'clock in the morning to sir o'clock
at night.
Cause for Hilarity.
"Jim Simpson was sitting at a table
near me the other day with another
man, who was telling the most tire
some stories, and Jim nearly laughed
himself into convulsions."
"No wonder. The man was his rich
uncle."
His Idea.
Bachelor What would you suggest
for a distinctive costume for married
men?
Benedick (of 25 years' standing)
Chain-mail. Puck.
1 z
j! IV. From the Point of View of '
;! the Investor.
WOMAN SICK
TWO YEARS
Could Do No Work.
Now Strong as a
Man
i Chicago. 111. "For about two yean
I suffered from a female trouble to I
was unable to walk
or do any of my own
work. I read about
LydiaE. Pinkham'a
Vegetable Com
pound in the news
papers and deter
mined to try it. It
brought almost im
mediate relief . My
weakness has en
tirely disappeared
and I never had bet
ter health. I weigh
65 pounds and am as strone as a man.
I think money is well spent which pur
chases Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable
Compound." Mrs. Jos. O' Bryan, 1755
Newport Ave., Chicago, 111.
The success of Lydia E. Pinkham's
Vegetable Compound, made from roots
andjherbs, is unparalleled. It may be
used with perfect confidence by women
who suffer from displacements, inflam
mation, ulcf ratia, irregularities, peri
odic painsackache, bearing-down feel
,ing, flatulency, indigestion, dizziness,
ana nervous prostration. LydiaE. Pink
barn's Vegetable Compound is the stan
dard remedy for female ills.
v 'True Manliness.
"What Is your definition, Miss Ma
bel, of a manly man?" he asked.
Miss Mabel looked at him coldly.
The clock struck eleven. She hid a
yawn behind her hand and said:
"My definition of a manly man, Mr.
Skinner, is a chap who , doesn't stay
on and on and on just because he
knows the girl isn't strong enough to
throw him out.'
ENDS DYSPEPSIA,
"Pape's Diapepsin" cures sick,
sour stomachs in five minutes
Time ltl '
"Really does" put bad stomachs in
order "really does" overcome indiges
tion, dyspepsia, gs, heartburn and
sourness in five minutes that just
that makes Pape's Diapepsin the lar
gest selling stomach regulator in the
world. If what you eat ferments into
stubborn lumps, you belch gas and
eructate sour, undigested food and
acid; head is dizzy and aches; breath
foul ; tongue coated ; your insides filled
with bile and indigestible waste, re
member the moment "Pape's Diapep
sin" comes in contact with the stomach
all such distress vanishes. It's truly
astonishing almost' marvelous, and
the joy is its harmlessness.
A large fifty-cent case of Pape's Dia
pepsin will give you a hundred dollars'
worth of satisfaction.
It's worth its weight in gold to men
and women who can't get their stom
achs regulated. It belongs in your
home should always be kept handy
in case of sick, sour, upset stomach
during the day or at night. It's the
quickest, surest and most harmless
stomach doctor in the world. Adv.
Explains.
"What made you so bowlegged?"
"Father was a charter member of
the Prevention of Disease association."
"Well?"
"He used to swat flies on my head."
FRECKLES
Now Is the Time to Get Bid of These
Ujrly Spots.
There's no longer the slightest need of
feeUng ashamed of your freckles, as the
prescription othlne double strength la
guaranteed to remove these homely spots.
Simply get an ounce of othine double
Strength from your druggist, and apply a
little of it night and morning and you
should soon see that even the worst freckles
have begun to disappear, while the lighter
ones have vanished entirely. It is seldom
that more than one ounce is needed to com
pletely clear the skin and gain a beautiful
clear complexion.
Be sure to ask for the double strength
othine, as this is sold under guarantee of
money back if It falls to remove freckles.
Adv.
A fish diet may not strengthen the
brain, but a little fishing trip invigor
ates the imagination.
Makes HardWork Harder
A bad back makes a day's work
twice as hard. Backache usually
comes from weak kidneys, and if
headaches, dizziness or urinary dis
orders are added, don't wait get
help before the kidney disease
takes a grip before dropsy, gravel
or Bright's disease sets in. Doan's
Kidney Pills have brought new life
and new strength to thousands of
working men and women. Used
and recommended the world over.
A North Carolina Case
N. A. Spence, Sr., 423 -
o. vyiimingign ci.. xva- wy
suffered for years from
kidney trouble, I had
backaches and pains
through my loins and
the kidney secretions
were unnatural and fill
ed with sediment. Af
ter using' Doan's Kidney
Pills, I passed several
eravel stones and im
proved at once. The
aches and pains soon
left and the action of
my kidneys was regu
lated.
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