FRIDAY, MARCH 20, 1936
CHAPTER XXl—Continued
—lB ■
' "Yes, of course 1 But I was won
dering what she would have said
If I had said quite openly, 'Larry,
take me along 1'"-
"She might not have suspected
anything at all."
"Unless Caroline prompted her."
"Well—that, of course. But do
you think Caroline suspects?"
"I don't know. Sometimes I think
she does." Again there was a long
musing silence, then Tony said:
"Larry, when I'm with you I feel
tremendously brave. I could do
anything, because you're there to
approve. But the minute we're sep
arated I feel so fiat and stupid. I
feel like screaming: 'Oh, what's
the (I'fference? Who cares!' So I
know how I'll feel tomorrow," the
girl went on, earnest and fragrant
and confidential In the darkness,
with her arm through his, and her
face against his shoulder. "And
I have to make unchangeable plans
now, and stick to them no matter
how I feel when this is over."
"We'll have dinner now." They
had turned off the highway to stop
at a little roadside restaurant
whose windows were gushing light
into the nlglit.
Tony was ravenous and found
everything delicious; food brought
her btock color and spirit; she rest
ed her elbows on the table and
smiled across It at Larry.
"This "Is Italy, Larry, and we are
on our travels."
"Will you go to Italy with me,
Tony?"
"Not now. No; there's no happy
ending for us," Tony said.
"There may be."
"It's so horrible to have It de
pend on someone's death, Larry. It
oughtn't to be that way. Do you
suppose most persons' happiness
depends on someone's death?"
"I suppose It does depend on
Ruth's death—that's horrible," the
man said, looking up with a smile.
"One always says 'unless some
thing happens.' But It always
means 'unless someone dies.'"
Tony mused on this for a moment.
"No, I'll not do that So this Is
our last little party, Larry. I
couldn't trust giyself for much of
this one. One of these moony
nights I'd want to give in—more
than anything else Bendy, or
Mother, or what people think of
me, or what I think of myself—
It would all vanish like fog. I'd
think. 'lt's my business and Larry's
and nobody's else 1'"
"And Isn't It?"
"You know it's not. But the
worst of it is," Tony said with a'
rueful laugh, "I can make all the
resolves in the world, while I'm
with you, and the minute we're
separated I'm sick.
"I wish there were some other
way out."
"Yes, because this really Isn't
any way out."
The enchanted talk went on and
on. Tony's right elbow was rest
ing on the table, and her chin in
her hand; her left hand lay free,
and after a while Larry's big brown
hand was over It, firm and strong,
and he bad moved his chair about
so that their shoulders were al
most touching. When Tony raised
her heavy dark eyelashes and
brought the glowing soft light in
her blue eyes to meet his look, she
found his own eyes close.
The clock on the wall said ten,
said eleven, and still their eyes,
their hands, their souls were locked
together, still they sat on In the
obscure corner of the dining room,
with the plain white cloth stained
with red wine, and the cheese and
the apple peels littering the disor
dered plates.
"Larry, will you look at the
time?"
"Good God, Is It after eleven?"
"And your engagement with
Fitch?"
Larry glanced toward the back of
the restaurant
"I'd- better telephone him. I can
tell him. I've had a breakdown. Do
you realize we've been sitting here
talking for three hours?" the man
demanded. "It seems like one."
"It did seem like one," Tony was
somewhat concerned until he re
turned from the telephone booth
cheerful and reassuring. "Was It
all right?" she asked tearfully.
"Fine. He was just leaving the
oilice; said we could take It up
any time tomorrow. He'd tele
phoned ltuth, at the lodge, and she
told him I'd started at six, so he
knew I was trying to get there,
anyway. I told him I was delayed
down here at King City—"
They walked toward the parked
car; the world was whitewashed
with rimmshine now, and very stili.
"Fog nil gone," Tony said. In her
lil::ce fin the front sent again. It's
straight ahead now. We ought to
be In by three?"
"Sooner than that. We'll be In
San Jose In about an hour, and
then it's only an hour and a quar
ter."
The miles flew by; Tony, wear
led, rested drowsily against Larry's
shoulder.
"Hello!" he said suddenly, rous
ing her.
"We're bumping," said Tony.
"Bumping! Great Scott what a
flat!" Larry got out of the car,
walked about It "Our right rear
is as flat as a pancake," he said.
And fool that I am, I've no spare!
—No spare, and miles to go!"
"Well, there wasn't a garage,
even back at the restaurant," Tony
said.
"No, but I could have telephoned
one—Damn It!" Larry said under
his breath. "We'd have to stop
someone and get them to telephone.
I don't know how far a garage Is
or where there Is one."
Tony got out and walked about
the car In her turu; looked up at
the wide pale gray spread of the
sky and the pulsing stars.
"Bright as day," she said.
"Here comes a car—ladles, driv
ing along pretty fast, too—no, they
won't stop; they've heard too much
ot roadside robbers," Larry laughed,
Impressive in his tan coat, with his
thick black'hair uncovered. "Here
—here we are I"
A small car stopped; a man's
spectacled face peered out There
was a woman with a baby in her
lap beside him; another woman
looked out from the back of the
car. Tony knew this other wom
an's face, tried to place It; It had
a vaguely unpleasant association,
somehow. »
"I don't believe there's a garage
open this side of San Jose now,"
the man said, sympathetically. "It
may be an hour before help gets
back to you."
"Wait-a mlnste—that- honse up
the road there Is lighted—funny
thing too, as late as this—there
must be sickness," said Larry.
"We'll walk up there and use their
telephone."
"I really think you'd save time."
"Who Is that woman?" Tony
thought, shuddering a little in the
first feeling of cold. "I know that
face 1"
"Come on, we'll go telephone,"
Larry told her, as the little car
drove away. "And we'll come back
and wait In the car. I've got an
extra coat there, and I'll wrap you
up."
A thousand times In the days
that followed Tony was to wish
that she had prevented him, had
suggested that they wait for a bus;
there were buses going up and
down these roads, even though it
was only at long intervals.
No kindly premonition arrested
their feet as they walked along
the fragrant highway, turned in at
a plum-guarded ranch gate, and ap
proached a pleasant four-square
wooden home draped in rose vines
and shaded by two great oaks.
"Oak Lawn," said a sign over the
entrance steps. The hallway and
an upper room were lighted, at
twelve o'clock on a quiet Monday
night. Larry rang the bell.
There was no answer; he tried
the door.
"It's open; there's someone here.
They wouldn't go away and leave
the place lighted up," he said to
Tony, ringing again.
Again there was no response; far
upstairs they could hear a child
crying.
"There's a baby In there some
where, Larry. They've gone away
and left It"
"Walt here's someone." Foot
steps were coming along the hall;
the lock rattled, and a pale young
man looked out."
"What do you want?"
"May I use your telephone,
please? We've got a flat, and
there doesn't seem to be any ga
rage near here."
The young man looked at them,
blinking.
"It's out of order—" he began.
Then his manner changed. He
clutched his temple, dug the heels
of his palms Into his eyes, and
burst Into bitter weeping. "Come
In," he sobbed, "my wife's just been
murdered! I don't know what to
do."
» CHAPTER XXII '
THE Donny murder case took
front-page headlines In all the
newspapers the next day, and for
many days to come. Harold
Donny was in no sense an ordinary
rancher; he was the scapegrace
son of Everard Donny, a wealthy
Pittsburgh steel man. His wife hail
been the beautiful Zelda Mhoon of
THE ROCKY MOUNT HERALD, ROCKY- MOUNT, NORTH CAROLINA
Santa Barbara, and their ranching
experiment originally had been
rather In the nature of a high ad
venture set in a background of
riding horses, handsome cars, good
servants, smart clothes. But they
had lost money; they had had a
•baby; there was every reason to
suppose that there had been a
nervous strain upon both the
spoiled young husband and wife
of late years; the newspapers were
agog with theories as to the wom
an's coldness, the mau's Jealousy,
the quarrels and threats that had
gone on In the once luxurious home.
Lawrence Bellamy, the well
known associate editor of the Call,
who had been motoring home alone
—who had been motoring home
with an unknown woman compan
ion at twelve-seventeen o'clock on
that evening—who had been motor
ing home with Miss Antoinette
Taft, social editor of the Call—had
been the person to discover the
tragedy and had quite properly no
tified the San Jose police. Miss
Taft, It appeared from an amicable
statement from Mrs. Bellamy, was
a close friend of the Bellamy fam
ily and had spent the day with
them at Pebble Beach.
No hint of scandal or surprise or
blame came from Ruth. Every
thing had been quite as It should
be; she was devoted to Miss Taft;
the whole thing was only so "un
fortunate."
Quiet and rather pale, Tony went
through the unreal the hideous
days. She was at the coroner's
Inquest, answering questions sim
ply, with her characteristic little
puzzled frown drawing the penciled
brows together over her blue eyes.
She and Sirs. Bellamy were friends?
Great friends. She had spent the
momentous Sunday with Mr. and
Mrs. Bellamy In Pebble Beach?
Yes.
She told Aunt Meg something;
Brenda little more. She told Cliff
the truth.
"You and he—you mean you and
Larry—?" Cliff stammered.
"Oh, yes."
"And how long's this been going
on?"
"There wasn't much to 'go on.'
Months, I guess," Tony said In re
ply.
"Well, then, what's the Idea of
being so decent about it?"
"I don't think It's exactly—de
cency," Tony said, with an effort.
"It's just Ruth's idea of the best
way out."
"You didn't dine with them that
day, then?"
. "No, and neither did Larry. He
started before dinner, and I walt
" You Poor Kid," Cliff Said In Sud
den Sympathy.
Ed for him at Del Monte, and he
picked me up."
"What time was this?"
"A little after six. We had din
ner at King City; we talked for
three hours."
"Ha!" Cliff ejaculated. "And she
didn't bawl you out?"
"No. She prefers It this way.
She's protecting me, and saving
him from his own ridiculous folly,
and they're all going to China to
gether."
"Will he go?"
"He has to go. Otherwise she'll
divorce him."
"Threatens that, huh?"
"She doesn't have to threaten.
It's just that—oh, she's not well,
and her mother wants to go, and
her niece Mrs. Polhemus Is going,
and If Larry won't come to his
senses and go happily along with
them —well, she's just done."
"Gosh, what a mess? Maybe he'll
throw her down?"
"How can he, Cliff? For one
thing, she really does love him;
she's always been kind to me. And
even If he did, that'd finish me.
That'd give everyone a chance to
say that I was the girl mixed into
the Donny murder and mentioned
in the Bellamy divorce."
"Who got you Into It in the first
place? Didn't Larry put you on a
bus that night and send you
home?"
"Yes; you weren't here, I remem
ber. Yes, I got here about three
o'clock. But you see the fact of
the bus picking me up there at that
hour gave them something to work
on, and then this Miss Wallister
of Oakland gave them my name.
She'd been In the car Larry and 1
stopped before we went to the
Donny house."
"Who's she?" '
"An Oakland schoolteacher. I
did a story about her once."
"The Bellamy outfit's all going
away?"
"China."
"When do they go?"
"Day after tomorrow."
"Going to see her before they
go?"
"NO."
"Will you see him?"
Tony said "no," again, Immedi
ately adding: "Yes, he's to come
for me here at ten tomorrow, Cliff.
We're going off somewhere to talk
together. It's good-by, of course.
After you're married, I'm going to
New York, If they'll send me, an'J
Larry won't be back until late au
tumn. We'll never see each other
again."
"You, poor kid," Cliff said In sud
den sympathy. "It's not your fault
It had to be Larry you liked I It's
rotten for you!"
Tony's face wrinkled, and her lip
shook; she looked away, swallow
ing with a dry throat She said
nothing.
• •••••
They sat in the parked car
and stared out at the sea that was
veiled and gray under the fog. It
was the quietest hour of the morn
ing; Tony and Larry had the beach
to themselves.
"Is Ruth bitter about It, Larry?"
"On the contrary, she doesn't see,
or she won't admit, anything to
be bitter about. She's very happy
and very affectionate, and grate
ful to me for going along, and sure
I'll love it all!"
"She's taken that position," Tony
said, In a hard voice.
"She's yes. She's taken that
position."
The girl's voice was gentler, her
blue eyes shadowed, when she
spoke again.
"But she knows we love each
other?"
1 "She never had said so. She
talks of what the best thing Is for
all of us. For me, and for you—
for all of us."
"Poor Ruth," Tony said; "what
other attitude con she take, unless
she wants to let you go?"
"Caroline and Mrs. Patterson
help her to keep It up."
"Keep up—?"
"The—well, the little fiction that
the whole thing Is—ls Just some
thing to be hushed up and forgiven
and forgotten."
"Forgiven and forgotten!" Tony
said, with the proud color In her
face.
"They seem to feel that there is
no question that I like you too
much and you like me to much,"
Larry said. "But since It's Larry
and Tony, they must be protected
and excused. Larry's like that, and
poor little Tony didn't know what,
she was letting herself In for, what
gossiping tongues would make of
It 1"
"I suppose so," Tony said dryly.
"Does Ruth believe It?"
"Ruth always believes what she
wants to believe. Yes, she believes
It. As far as she's concerned it's
true. Much the best thing for all
concerned Is for us to hush it up,
and go away."
Tony made no comment She
had taken off her white hat; her
dark uncovered hair lay In loose
rings and sprays against the man's
shoulder. He could look down and
see the smooth clear tan of her
cheek, where the fln6 down of a
peach showed against the white
light of the strange muffled day,
and the lowered thick dark eye
lashes, and the curve of her fine
wide mouth. Tony again was In
white today; but her loose soft
coat was brown, and the small
square pumps braced against the
foot rest were brown, too. Larry
tightened his arm about her shoul
ders.
"It won't be forever, Tony."
"No. Somehow somewhere—
the roads will come together again."
"And meanwhile we'll think of
each other —and of Mday."
"Ah, that's what they always
say," the girl said with a break In
her voice. "And then they forget!"
"I'll not forget. Ah, you're so
sweet!" he said, with his lips
against her forehead. And then,
"Tony, we couldn't Just run away
from it all?"
"Not from Bendy and Bruce and
Cliff and Aunt Meg, no. They've
all hoped too much for me, done
too much for me. It wouldn't be
fair."
"It's like a terrible dream that
we're together now—that you're
safe in my arms here, Tony—nnd
that tomorrow that ache for you—
that ache for you, will begin—and
there won't be any cure!"
"No matter where we are, no
matter what happens, we'll always
belong to each other, Larry, won't
we?"
"You'll always be what you are
now, Tony—the only person in all
the world for me."
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Skyscrapers Need Solid Base
Skyscrapers In New York city
are built in two clusters, one on
the lower tip of Manhattan Island
and the other about four miles up
town near the middle of the island.
The reason for tills is the presence
of bed-rock near the surface on
both these portions of the island
to form solid foundations for these
huge structures. The ground be
tween these two points was once a
big marsh, since filled in and cov
ered with buildings of lesser height
and weight. It is unsafe for the tail
ones, which are inclined to settle
because of unstable foundations.
Keeping Up
W|i&^en|:e
qyScfynh e[j ervijfce
© Science Service.—WNU Service.
Farms to Feed
Our Factories
of the Future;
Industrial Use of Farm
Products Is Great Hope
By L. F. LIVINGSTON
President, American Society of Ag
ricultural Engineers, In an Address.
THE idea of the industrial
use of farm crops as raw
materials is not new. Years of
scientific research are behind it,
but the depression, from which
we no\v seem to be emerging,
has given it a prominence that
makes it one of tiie major hopes
of agriculture today. World changes
in agriculture are tending to make
nations more and more self-sustain
ing, which means that somehow we
must broaden our markets at home.
One way to do this is by cultivat
ing on American soil those agri
cultural raw materials we now im
port. The other way is by finding
new uses for our crops in our man
ufacturing industries. We are fol
lowing both of these methods of
development.
Soy beans furnish the almost
perfect example. Introduced In
this country over a century ago
from China, they were first grown
In the South. Acreage was limited,
however, and the beans were fed
mainly to hogs. Practically none
of the Amerlcah production went
Into Industrial use, regardless' of
the fact that soy bean oil was be
ing Imported from China for use
In the p&int Industry. Then re
search tackled the soy bean and a
wholly different story may be told
today.
Boy Bean Acreage Increased.
In 1035, almost 5,500,000 acres In
27 states were planted to soy beans
alone, nnd an additional acreage
was planted with corn and other
crops for forage. This was an In
crease of one-third over 1934. Al
most 21,000,000 pounds of Ameri
can-produced soy bean oil was used
by industry. About half of this
went into the making of paint and
varnish. The balance went Into
soaps, linoleum and oilcloth, print
ing Inks, edible compounds, and
various other Industrial products,
Including automobiles. Gear shift
knobs, engine distributor covers,
ornamental door handles and other
parts of automobiles are now being
made out of soy bean meal.
Casein, a dairy by-product used
widely in industry and particularly
in the manufacture of certain
grades of paper, is another exam
ple of what may be done with mnny
farm-produced materials now im
ported. According to the United
States bureau of dairy industry,
two-thirds of the casein required
by American factories in 1920 was
obtained abroad. As late as 1929,
about one-half was Imported. How
ever, In 1934, all but 4 per cent of
our industrial needs were supplied
by home producers, who, with
chemical and engineering aid, found
that what could be accomplished
by the dairymen of the Argentine
and elsewhere was not beyond the
ingenuity of Americana.
The Farm Chemurglc council es
timates that 50,000,000 acres may
be planted to industrial-use crops
within the next ten years "if man
sets himself to the task." The
council estimates 8,000,000 new
acres to provide wood pulp for pa
per and paper stock, a forecast
that is based on the success of the
experiments by Dr. Charles H. Iler
ty with fast-growing southern pines.
Possibilities in South.
The South abounds in unexplored
possibilities for new crops. In
southern Florida they have found
that coffee and cacao may be grown
if sheltered by larger trees. Rub
ber from American-grown plants Is
still a possibility. Artificial tem
perature control, to protect plants
like the tung tree from winter
frosts, Is gradually being developed
to a practical stage, and what vis
tas that will open to southern grow
ers only the future can tell.
No discussion of industrial • use
crops can be complete without men
tioning cotton. Through chemical
conversion into cellulose Its uses
have become literally hundreds.
Cotton seeds, once a waste, now
have a value of over $200,000,000
In a cotton crop of $1,500,000,000.
Cotton seed oil, the hulls, the lin
ters, the meal and cake, all have
become valuable materials. Coat
ed fabrics such as "Fabrlkoid" con
sume cotton by the millions' of
pounds. Cotton enters into the man
ufacture of cements for leather,
textiles and paper; into water
proofing compositions, smokeless
powder, gun cotton, blasting gela
tin, coal mine explosives. Into toi
let articles, electric insulators, mo
tion-picture film, golf balls nnd
women's fingernail polish'. The list
is almost endlmH.
Landing Planes
in Blinding Fog
With Television
New Patent Claims to
Flash View of Airport
WASHINGTON.— How tele
vision may eliminate many of
the hazards of blind landings in
even the densest fog and black
est night by figuratively provid
ing the pilot with fog and night
piercing "eyes," is revealed ir. a
United States patent granted to
John Hays Hammond, Jr., noted
for his inventions of navigational
guide systems, and son of the fa
mous mining engineer.
Bridging the fog-filled gap be
tween plane and airport, radio
waves traveling with the speed of
light carry a picture of the land
ing field to the pilot, simultaneous
ly with data of the exact position
of his plane over It, the direction
of his flight, his altitude, wind ve
locity and wind direction—all the
data he needs for a safe landing.
How It Works.
The sending of the picture is ac
complished with the aid of tele
vision which some experts say will
be here on an every day basis with
in two to five years.
Here briefly Is how the Inventor's
patented system does It:
As the airplane approaches the
field, It sends out radio signals.
These, or the roar of the plane's
propellers, are picked tip on the
landing field by delicate direction
finders, like those used by nrmles
to detect and trace the position
and direction of (light of enemy
planes.
The direction Anders, operating
complicated mechanism, trace this
Information by means of a tiny
light bulb, which moves over a pho
tograph or facsimile of the airport
and the surrounding landscape with
its hills, river, forest, high chim
neys and church steeples. At any
instant the position of the light
bulb on the facsimile Indicates the
exact position of a plane over the
field while an arrow hooked up
with the bulb points In the direc
tion of flight.
Picture Appears on Panel.
A television transmitter now tel
evises the whole picture from the
airport via radio waves to the pi
lot, together with the other data al
ready mentioned. This picture ap
pears before him on the television
receiver attached to the instrument
panel of the plane. The aviator,
therefore, will always have In front
of him a view of the landing field
and the surroiyiding country with
a bright spot of lighf indicating
the position of his plane over the
field.
Soviet Scientists
Transfuse Animal Blood
Into Human Patients
MOSCOW, U. S. S. R.—Ex
periments in transfusion of
blood from goats, bulls and
hens into human patients are
being carried on by a number of
Soviet scientists. The object of
these transfusions is not to re
place blood lost In accident or dis
ease, as in the case of transfusions
of human blood, but to stimulate
the body to greater activity In
fighting off disease.
Stomach ulcer, certain forms of
rheumatism, various forms of blood
poisoning and chronic anemia are
among the conditions which, it Is
claimed, may be helped by animal
blood transfusion by the method of
these Soviet scientists.
The blood from the animals Is
specially treated in order to make
it safe for injection into the hu
man patient's vein. In the case of
the bull's blood, only the red cells
are used, on the theory that the
albumen of the blood plasma, rather
than the red cells, is the part of
the animal blood that would prove
most incompatible with human
blood and therefore most injurious.
This is the explanation given by
Professor Galpern of the Dnepro
petrovsk Medical Institute, who Is
said to have been the first to make
experimental transfusions of large
doses of animal blood to men.
Further Details Follow.
Doctor Bogdassarov explained the
method In non-technical terms as
follows:
"The idea of transfusion of ani
mal blood to men in order to raise
the activity of the organism in its
struggle against the disease and
to stimulate the Increase of produc
tion of blood by the organism, be
longs to the French scientists Cru
chet, Cassimon and Ragot, who ad
vanced this idea In 1028. Howev
er, this method of treatment found
practically no development In the
medical practice of Europe, while
extensive research ar.d practical
work has been conducted In this
field 'during recent years in the
USSR.
"A year and a half ago, the Cen
tml Institute of Haemathology and
Blood Transfusion In Moscow used
for the first time goat's blood for
transfusion In cases of ulcer of
the stomach, chronic and semi
acute forms of rheumatism of the
joints, various forms of sepsis,
chronic anaemia, etc"
Page Three
Pawning Wives Great Idea
Till Mates Want 'Em Back
Husbands of Peiplng, China, who
thought the Idea of pawning their
wives n great one, now are appeal
ing to the police to get their mates
back. They say that when they
were ready to repay the loan they
could not redeem the wives. The
trouble Is not with the lenders, but
with the women themselves who re
fuse to return to their erstwhile
husbands on a variety of pretexts.
Above all, they accuse their hus
bands of harboring the design of
sending them to Manchukuo next,
and state that, although they are
prepared for everything in reason,
that is a step to which as patriotic
Chinese women they can never agree.
There is no law dealing with this
particular form of pawn-broking.
Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescription make*
weak women strong. No alcohol. Sold
by druggists in tablets or liquid— Adv.
Sleep After Toil
Sleep after toil, port after stormy
seas, ease after war, death after life,
doth greatly please.—Spenser.
What They Should Be
If we would amend the world we
should mend ourselves and teach our
children to be not what we are but
what they should be. —Penn.
OANOmOUSI
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enjoy instant relief from pain and
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use Dr. Scholl's Zino-pads. They
soothe and heal; stop shoe pressure;
prevent sore toes and blisters. At
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mma
Valiant Conqueror
He Is a wise man than can avoid
evil; he is a patient man that can en
dure It; but he is a valiant man that
can conquer it.
| My Ideal Remedy for
k -si HEADACHE
I I J "Though I have tried all good
k V** S remedies Capudine suits me
beat. It is quick and gentle."
BPlt & j Quickest because it is liquid—
W/S ' its ingredients are already dls-
Wrnt I " o,Ted - For headache, neuralgia
L**?*' 1 aches—periodic pains.
Still We Have Weather
Weather probably aggravates you
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Beware Coughs
from common colds
That Hang On
No matter how many medicines
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Serious trouble may be brewing and
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with anything less than Creomul
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of the trouble to aid nature to
soothe and heal the inflamed mem-.
branes as the germ-laden phlegm
is loosened and expelled.
Even if other remedies ha7e
failed, dont be discouraged, your
druggist is authorized to guarantee
Creomulslon and to refund your
money If you are not satisfied with
results from the very first bottle.
Get Creomulslon right now. (Adv.). 1
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