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THE VALLEY of the GIANTS By PETER a KYNE
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Author of "C&ppy Ricks"
"JULEB RONDEAU!"
Synopsis.—Pioneer In the Callfor
nil redwood region, John Cardigan,
at forty-seven, la the leading citizen
mt Sequoia, owner of mills, ships,
and many acres of timber, a wid
ower after three years of married
jtfo.' and father of two-day-old
•rye* Cardigan. At fourteen Bryce
makes the acquaintance of Shirley
ftumner, a visitor, at Sequoia, and
tils junior by a few years. Together
they visit the Valley of the Slants,
sacred to John Cardigan and his
son aa the burial place of Bryce's
Mother, and part with mutual re
gret. While Bryce 'ls at college
John Cardigan meets with heavy
business losses and for the first
time views the future with uncer
tainty. After graduation from col
lege, and a trip abroad, Bryce Car
digan comes home. On the train he
jmeets Shirley Sumner, on her way
te Sequoia to make her home there
with her uncle, Colonel Pennington.
Bryce learns that his father's eye
sight has failed. and that Colonel
Pennington Is seeking to .take 'ad
vantage of the old man's business
misfortunes. John Cardigan Is de
spairing, but Bryce Is full of fight
CHAPTER V.— Continued.
' John Cardigan shook his bead. "I'm
mortgaged to the last penny," he con
fessed, "and Pennington has been buy
ing Cardigan Redwood Lumber com
pany flrst-portgoge bonds until be is
in control ot the Issue. He'll buy In
tbe San Hedrln timber at the fore
closure sale, and In order to get it
back and save something for you out
of the wreckage, I'll have to rpake an
unprofitable trade with him. 4'll have
to give him my timber adjoining his
north of Sequoia, together with • my
Valley of the Giants, In return for the
San Hedrin timber, to which he'll have
a sheriffs deed. But the mill, all my
old employees, with their numerous
dependents—gone, with you left land
poor and without a dollar to pay your
taxes. Smashed—like that!** And he
drove his fist into the palm of his
hand.
"Perhaps—(but not without a fight,"
Bryce answered, although he knew
thalr plight was Veil-nigh hopeless.
*TU give that man Pennington a run
, ftft his money, or I'll knpw the reason."
The telephone on the table beside
him tinkled, and he took down the
receiver and said "Hello!"
"Merey!". came the sweet voice of
Shirley Sumner over the wire. "Do
yon feel as savage as all that, Mr.
Cardigan."
For the second time in his life the
thrill that was akin to pain came to
Bryce Cardigan. He laughed. "If I
had known you were calling, Miss
Sumner," he said, "I shouldn't have
growled so."
"Well, you're forgiven—for several
reasons, but principally for sending
me that delicious blackberry pie.
Thank you so much."
"Glad you liked It, Miss Sumner. I
dare to hope that' I may have the
privilege of seeing you soon again."
"Of course. One good pie deserves
another. Some evening next Week,
when that dear old daddy of yours
can spare his boy, you might be In
terested to see our burl-redwood
paneled dining room Uncle Seth Is so
proud of. Would Thursday night be
convenient?"
,'Terfectly. Thank you a thousand
times."
She bade him good-night As he
turned from the telephone, his father
"I'll Give That Man Pennington a
Run for His Money."
looked up. "What are you going to do
to-morrow, lad 7" he queried.
"I have to do some thinking to
morrow," Bryce answered. "So I'm
going up Into Cardigan's redwoods to
de It."
"The dogwoods and rhododendrons are
blooming now," the old man murmured
wistfully. Bryce knew what he was
thinking of. TU attend to the flow-
It far Mother," he assured Cardigan
and be added fiercely: "And 111 at
tend to the battle for Father. We
may lose, but that man Pennington
will know he's been In a fight before
we fin ' >"
He broke off abruptly, for be had
Jnst remembered that he was to dine
at the Pennington house the following
Thursday—and be was not the sort of
man who smilingly breaks bread with
his enemy.
All about Bryce were scenes of
activity, of human endeavor, and to
him in that moment came the thought;
"My father brought all this to pass—
and now the task of continuing it is
mine! All those men who earn a
living in Cardigan's mill and on Cardi
gan's dock —those sailors who sail the
ships that carry Cardigan's lumber
Into the distant marts of men—are de
pendent upon me; and my fattier used
to tell me not. to fail them. Must my
father have wrought all this in vain?
And must I stand by and see all this
go to satisfy the overwhelming ambition
of a stranger V His big hands clench
ed. "No!" he growled savagely. "Give
me yonr last five annual statements,
Mr. Sinclair, please."
The old servitor brought forth the
documents in question. Bryce stuffed
them into his pocket and left the office.
Three quarters of an hour later he en
tered the little amphitheater in the
Valley of the Gtants and paused with
an expression of dismay. One of the
giants had fallen and lay stretched
across the little clearing. In Its de-
Scent It had demolished the little
white stone over his mother's grave
and had driven the fragments of the
stone deep into the earth.
The fact that the tree was down,
however, was secondary to the fact;
that neither Wind nor lightning had
brought It low, but rather the Impious
hand of man; for the great jagged
stump showed all too plainly the
marks of cross-cut saw and axe; a
pile of chips four feet deep littered the
ground.
For fully' a minute Bryce stood
dumbly gazing upon tbe sacrilege be
fore his rage and horror found vent in
words. "An enemy has done this
thing," he cried aloud to the wood
goblins. "And over her grave!"
It was a burl tree. At the point
where Bryce paused N a malignant
growth had developed on, the trunk
of the tree, for all the world like a
tremendous wart. This was the burl,
so prized for table-tops and panelling
because of the fact that the twisted,
wavy, helter-skelter grain lends to the
wood an extraordinary beauty when
polished. Bryce noted that the work
of removing this excrescence had been
accomplished very neatly. With a
cross-cut saw the growth, perhaps ten
feet In diameter, had been neatly
sliced off much as a housewife cuts
slice aftSc/sllce from a loaf of bread.
He guessed that these slices,' practi
cally circular In shape, ha(} been rolled
out of the woods to some conveyance
waiting to receive them.
What Bryce could not understand,
however, was the stupid brutality of
the raiders in felling the tree merely
for that section of burl. By permit
ting the tree to stand and merely
building a staging up to the burl, the
latter could have been removed with
out vital Injury to the tree —whereas
by destroying the tree the wretches
had evidenced all too clearly to Bryee
a wanton desire to add Insult to In-
Jury.
"Poor old Dad I" he murmured.
"I'm glad now he has-been unable to
get up here and see this. It would
have broken his heart. I'll have tills
tree made into fence posts and the
stump dynajptted and removed this
summer. After he la operated on and
gets back his sight, be will come up
hare—and he must never know.. Per 5
baps he will have forgotten bow many
trees stood In this circle."
He paused. Peeping out from un
der a chip amang the litter at his feet
was the moldy corner of a white
envelope. In an Instant Bryce had It
In bis hand, "the envelope was dirty
and weatherbeaten, but to a certain
extent the redwood chips under which
It had lain hidden had served to pro
tect It, and the writing on the face
was still legible. The envelope was
empty and addressed to Jules Ron
deau, care of the I.aguna Grande
Lumber company. Sequoia, California.
Bryce read and reread that address.
"Rondeau!" he muttered. "Jules
Rondeau! I've heard that name be
fore —ah. yes 1 Dad spoke of him last
night He's Pennington's woods-boss
and " '
An enemy had done this thing—and
In all the world John Cardigan had
but one en£my—Colonel Beth Penning
ton. Had Pennington sent hla woods
boM to do this dirty work out of
sheer spite? Hardly. The section of
burl was gone, and thla argued that
the question of spite bad been purely
a matter of secondary consideration.
Evidently. Bryce reasoned, someone
bad desired that burl redwood greatly,
and that someone had not been J tiles
Rondeau, since a woods-boss would not
be likely to spend Ave minutes of his
leisure time In consideration of the
baaatlee af a burl tnbio-ta» er panel.
Hence, If Rondeau had superintended
the task of felling the tree, it must
have been at the behest of a superior;
and since a woods-bOBs acknowledges
no superior save the creator of the
pay-roll, the recipient of that stolen
burl must haVe been Cplonel Penning
ton.
Suddenly he thrilled. If Jules Ron
deau had stolen thnt i>url to present
It to Colonel Pennington, his employer,
then the finished """article must be In
Bryce Btood Dumbly Gazing Upon the
Bacrilege.
Pennington's home! And Bryce had
been Invited to that home for dinner
the following Thursday by the Colonel's
niece.
"I'll go, after all," he told himself.
Til go—and I'll see what I shall see."
CHAPTER VI
When Shirley Sumner descended to
the breakfast room on the morning
following her arrival in Sequoia, the
first glance at her uncle's stately
countenance informed her that during
the night something had occurred to
Irritate Colonel Seth Pennington and
startle him out of his customary bland
composure.
"Shirley," he t>egan, "did I hear you
calling young Cardigan on the tele
phone after dinner last night or did
my ears deceive me?"
"Your ears are all right, Uncle Seth.
I called Mr. Cardigan up to thank him
for the pie he sent over, and Incident
ally to Invite him over here to dinner
on Thursday night."
"I thought I heard you asking some
body to dinner, and as you don't know
a soul In Sequoia except young Cardi
gan, naturally I opined that he was to
be the object af our hospitality."
"I dare say lfs quite all right to
have Invited Mm, Isn't It, Uncle Seth?"
"Certainly, certainly, my dear.
Quite all right, but, er—ah, slightly
Inconvenient. lam expecting other
company Thursday nljtht—unfortunate
ly, Broyton, the president of the Rank
of Sequoia, Is coming up to dine and
discuss some business affairs with me
afterward; so If you don't mind, my
dear, suppose you call young Cardigan
up and ask him to defer his visit until
some later date."
"Certainly, uncle. What perfectly
marvelous roses! How did you suc
ceed In growing them, Uacle Seth?"
He smiled sourly. "I didn't raise
them," he replied. "That half-breed
Indian that drives John Cardigan's
car brought them around about an
hour ago. along with a card. There
It Is, beside your plate."
She blushed ever so slightly. "I
suppose Bryre Cardigan Is vindicating
himself," she murmured as she with
drew the card from the envelope. As
she had surmised, It was Bryce Cardi
gan's. Colonel Pennington was the
proprietor of a similar surmise.
"Past work, Bhlrley," he murmured
banterjjigly. "I wonder what hell
send you for luncheon. Some dill
pl(4Jes, probably."
She prfetended to be very busy with
the roses, and not to have heard
him.
Shirley, left alone at the breakfast
table, picked Idly at the t>re*erved flic*
the owlish butler set before her.
Vaguely she wondered-at her uncle's
apparent hostility to the Cardigans;
■he was an vaguely troubled In the
knowledge that until she should succeed
in eradicating thla hostility, It must
Inevitably act as a bar to the further
progress of Iter friendship with Bryce
Cardigan. And she told herself she
did not want to lose that friendship.
She wasn't the least bit in love with
him albeit she realised he waa rather
lovable. And lastly he was a good, de
voted >on and was susceptible of
development Into a congenial and
wholly acceptablo comrade to a young
lady absolutely lacking In other means
of amusement.
SIM finished her breakfast to
thoughtful silence; than ate went It
the telephone and called up Bryce.
He recognized her voice Instantly and
called her name before she had oppor
tunity to announce her identity..
"Thank you so much for the beauti
ful roses, Mr. Cardigan," she began.
"I'm glad you liked them. Nobody
picks flowers out of our garden, you
know. I used to, but I'll be too busy
hereafter to bother the garden.
By the-way, Miss Sumner, does your
uncle own a cart"
, "I believe he does —a llt'tle old rat
tletrap which he drives himself."
"Then 111 send George over with
the Napier this afternoon. Yon mljrht
care to take a spin out Into the sur
rounding country. By the way. Miss
Sumner, yon are to consider George
and thnt car as your personal prop
erty. I fear you're going to find
Sequoia a dull place; so whenever you
wish to go for a ride, Just call me up,
and ni have George report to you."
"But tlilnk of all the expensive gaso
line and tires!" 4
"Oh, but you mustn't look at things
from that angle after you cross the
Rocky mountains on your way west.
What are you going to do this after
noon?"
*7 don't know. I haven't thought
that far ahead."
"For some real sport I would sug
gest that you motor up to Laguna
Grande. That's Spanish for Big La
goon, you know. Take a rod with
you. There are some land-locked sal
mon In the lagoon.
"But I haven't any rod."
•'l*ll send you over a good one."
"But I have nobody to teach me
how to use It," she hinted daringly.
"I appreciate that compliment," he
flashed back at her, "but unfortunate
ly my holidays ore over for a long,
long time. I took my father's place In
the business this morning."
"So soon?"
"Yes. Things have been happening
whfle I was away. However, speak
ing of fishing, George Sea Otter will
prove an Invaluable Instructor. He is
a good boy and you may trust him
Implicitly. On Thursday evening
you can tell what success you had
with the salmon."
"Oh, that reminds me, Mr. Cardigan.
You can't come Thursday evening,
after all." And she explained the rea
son. "Suppose you come Wednesday
night Instead."
"We'll call that a bet. Thank you."
She chuckled at his frank good hu
mor. "Thank you, Mr. Cardigan, for
all your kindness and thoughtfulness;
and If you will persist In being nice
to me, you might send George H3a
Otter and the car at one-thirty, m
he glad to avail myself of both until
I can get a car of my own sent up
from San Francisco. Till Wednesday
night, then. Good bye."
As Bryce Cardigan hung up, he
heaved a slight sigh. It was difficult
to get out of the habit of playing; he
found himself the possessor of a very
great desire to close down the desk,
call on Shirley Sumner, and spend the
remainder of the day basking In the
sunlight of her presence.
Following his discovery of the out
rage commlttei»on his father's sanctu
ary, Bryce wasted considerable val
uable time and effort In a futile en
deavor to trather some further hint
of the Identity of the vandals; hut
despairing at last, he dismissed the
matter from his mind, resolving only
that on Thursday he would go up
Into Pennington's woods and Interview
the redoubtable Jules Rondeau.
Bryce's natural Inclination was to
wait upon M. Rondeau Immediately,
If not sooner, but the recollection of
his dinner engagement at the Penning
ton home warned him to proceed
cautiously; for while harboring no
apprehensions as to the outcome of a
possible clash with Rondeau, Bryce
fras not so optimistic as to believe be
would escape unscathed from an en
counter.
• ••••••
Colonel Pennington'* pompous Im
ported British butler showed Bryce
Into the Pennington living room ot
six-thirty, announcing him with due
ceremony. Shirley roue from the piano
where she had been )dly Angering the
key* and greeted Jilm with every ap
pearance of pleasure—following which,
the turned to present her visitor to
Colonel Pennington, who wu standing
In hi* favorite position with hi* hack
to the firfeplace.
"Uncle Seth, this is Mr. Cardigan,
who was so very nice to me the day
I landed In Red Bluff."
The Colonel bowed. "I have to
thank you, sir, for your courtesy lo
my niece." He had assumed an air of
reserve, of distinct aloofness, despite
his studied politeness.
* "Your niece, Colonel, is one of those
fortunate beings the world will always
clamor to serve."
"Quite true, Mr. Cardigan. When
she was quite a little girl I came un
der her spell myself."
"So did I, Colonel. Miss Sumner
has doubtless told you of our first
meeting some twelve years ago."
"Quite so. May I offer you a
cocktail. Mr. Cardigan?"
Thank yev, certainly, Pad and X
Copyright by PiWt B. Kyn*
have been pinning one on about this
time every ntgbt trfnce my return."
"Shirley belongs to the Band at
Hope," the Colonel explained. "She's
ready at any time to break a lanes
With the Demon Rum. So we will
have to drink her share, Ur. Cardlgam.
Pray be seated."
Bryce seated himself. "Well, ws
lumbermen are a low lot and naturally
fond of dissipation," he agreed. "I
fear Miss Sumner's prohibition tenden
cies will be still further strengthened
after she has seen the mad-train."
"What Is that?" Shirley queried.
"The mad-train runs over your
uncle's logging railroad into Township
nine, where his timber and ours Is lo
cated. It Is the only train operated
on Sunday, and It leaves Sequoia at
Ave p. m. to carry the Pennington and
Cardigan crews back to the woods
after their Saturday-night celebration
in town. As a usual thing, all hands
with the exception of the brakeman,
engineers, and fireman, are singing,
weeping or fighting drunk."
"Do they fight, Mr. Cardigan?"
"Frequently. I might ray usually.
It's quite an Inspiring sight to see a
couple of lumberjacks going to It am
a flat-car traveling thirty tulles mm
hour." >
"How horrible I" \
"Yes, Indeed. The right of way to
lined with empty whisky bottles."
Colonel Pennington spoke up. "Ws
don't have any fighting on the sad
train any more," he said blandly. •
"Indeed! How do you prevent 111"
Bryce asked.
"My woods-bosa, Jutes Rondeau
makes them keep the peace," Penning
ton replied with a small smile. "If
there's any fighting to be done, he does
It"
"You mean among his own crew, at
course," Bryce suggested.
"No, he's In charge of the mad-trnta,
and whether a fight starts among yoor
men or ours, he takes a hand. H&t
had them all behaving mildly for quit*
a while, because he can whip any maa
In the country and everybody reellrM
It I don't know what I'd do without
Rondeau. He certainly makes thoM
bohunks of mine step lively."
"Oh-h-h! Do yoii employ bohuiika,
Colonel?"
"Certainly. They cost less; tlMg
are far less Independent than moat
men and more readily handled. Ant
you don't have to pamper them- par
tlcularly In the matter of food. Why,
Mr. Cardigan, with all due respect t*
your father, the way he feeds his maa
Is simply ridiculous! Cake and pi*
and doughnuti at the same meal!"
"Well, Dad started in to feed Ma
men the same food he fed Himself.
"He Can Whip Any Ma* In the
Country."
and I suppose the habits one forms la
youth art; not readily changed In o4
age. Colonel."
» "Rut that makes it hard for othsr
manufacturer*." the Colonel protested.
"I feed my men good plain food and
plenty of It —quite better food thaa
they were used to before they came ts
this country; but I cannot seem to
satisfy them. Tour respected parent
Is the basis for comparison In th(a
country, Cardigan, and I find It devil*
Ish Inconvenient." lie langhed Indal*
gently and passed his cigarette-ca as
to Rryc*-
"Uncle Beth always grows restlaaa
when some other man Is the leader,"
Shirley volunteered with a rnischl»
vous glance at Pennington. "Don't
you, Nunky-dunk?"
"You know why, of course I
—those burl panels in your I
dining room."
TO BE CONTINUED.)
Some persona are parfeetty MMaf as
to killing Uutt,
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litl * i /ji' t°\ .V.■-} ■ .. llTf'
The mountain of success It steep and
rough, *
Who rains the summit climbs a
weary jray;
And, though brave feat (tow stronger
wjth rebuff.
The rocky path a coward's steps
may stay.
A HOT WEATHER LUNCHEON.
I Even Id warm weather a hot soup Is
enjoyed, especially those made of fresh
green vegetables, such
Has peaa, spinach, vegeta
' ble oysters or celery. Cu
cumber soup may not bo
so well known but It Is a
most appetising one.
Cream of Cucumber
Soup.— Have ready one
cupful of stewed cucum
ber, rubbed through a
•leve. Take the liquor In which the
cucumber was cooked, reduce It to bflf
a cupful by boiling, and set aside. Put
Into a stucepan one tablespoonful of
butter, Mason with salt, pepper and,
when the Jmtter I*.hissing hot, stir Into
It two tablespoonfuls of flour. Stir
until the mixtions leave* the sides of the
pan. Add llffee cupfuls of cold milk
and stir instantly until It bolla.
When the mixture la as thick UL a.
thin cream sauce -add the cucumber
and the half-cupful of liquor. Mix
thoroughly, boll up once and serve.
Eggs a la Bourgeolas.— Cut slices of
bread half an Inch thick and trim off
the crust; lay on a buttered platter
and sprinkle generously with grated
cheese. Beat eggs enough to cover the
bread; season with salt and pepper
and grated nutmeg; pour over the
bread and bake in a moderate oven un
til the eggs are set.
Created Fish with potato.—'Pre
pare creamed salmon as usual and put
a layer of the fish In a baking dish,
cover "with a layer of cold, mashed
potato, then add another layer of fish
until the dish Is full and the potato
on top. Dot with bits of butter,
sprinkle with buttered crumbs and
bake brown in a hot oven.
Macaroni With Codfish.—Take one
cupful of cold-bolled macaroni, add
one cupful of cold-bolled codfish
flaked fine. Put into a buttered bak
ing dish, sprinkle with salt, pepper,
grated cheese and sufficient milk to
moisten. Bake until brown.
Potato Border.— Make a rim of
mashed seasoned potato around a
well-buttered planter. Pill the center
with creamed fish, cover with buttered
crumbs ond bake In a hot oven until
the crumbs are brown.
Cheertulnsss and content are great
beautlflers, and are famous preservers
of good looks!—'"Barnaby Rudse."
WHAT TO HAVE FOR LUNCHEON,
For a warm weather luncheon, and
thla mean* one easy to digest and
not too heavy,
WTrn V'.'i'.fr,. V ■ tr y ® ®«h dish
for the maln
' ; - course, a salad
and a light de«-
jjfh';l sert with an Iced
r or a hot drink aa
Curried Balmon.
—Chop a small onion very fine and fry
brown In one tablespoonful of butter.
Ml* one teaspoonfa! of curry powder
with one tablespoonful of flour and a
pinch of salt. Stir Into the butter.
Add slowly one cupful of hot water,
stirring briskly. When the sauce Is
thick add one cupful of flaked salmon
and cook until well heated.
Currant Pie. —Bake a pastry shell
and All with the following: Mash one
cupful of currants with one cupful of
sugar, or use the same qunritlty of
fresh currant Jam, prepared by using
crushed currants and sugar In equal
measures, or slightly less sugar. Add
two beaten egg yolks, two tablespoon*
fills of flour, a quarter of a cupful of
water; ml* well and cook until
smooth and thick. Cool, All the ahell
and cover with a meringue made from
the beaten whites with two table
spoonfuls of sugar. Brown In the
oven and serve at once.
Peas and Carrots. —Clean and dice
enough carrots to make two and one
half cupfuls. Steam until tender; put
through a sieve; add butter and flour,
one tablespoonful each; one beaten
egg. one-half teasponful of salt and a
few dashes of pepper and a grating of
nutmeg. Press Into a ring mold,
cover with greased paper and steam
twenty minutes. Fill the center with
cooked seasoned peas and garnish with
parsley.
Tomato Hore d'Oeuvres—Arrange
slices of tor.dto cut one-half Inch
thick on thin rounds of browned corn
meal mush. Cover the tomato with a
paste made of cottage cheese mixed
with a few chopped nut meats and
add a seasoning of chopped chives and
radishes. Garnish with radish roses
or with olives. Serve at dinner.
7>W vrJ&~
Worth Cultivating.
Ia It not a thing divine to have a
smile which, none know how, has the
pcwer to lighten tiie weight of that
enormous chain wMch all the living tn
Common drag beHnd them? —Victor
Hugo.
Washington's Peculiar Hobby.
George Washington's principal di
version was training baby foxes. He
waa fond of fox bunting. He took the
animals home, and trained them in all
kinds fit tricks, which be often exhib
ited to friends.
:'u ' t'AjF.i/f 'J*'!•. 'jSA * i
of
Child's Best Laxativ#!
Accept "California" Syrup of Flga
only—look for the name California
the package, then you are sure your
child Is having the itest and most harm
less physic for the little stomach, liver
and bowels. Children love Its fruity J
taste. Full directions on each bottta.
You must say "California."— Adv,
———- j VjiSm
Or an Outalde Nail. .s;
He had bought a house. It had been
such a bargain that he couldn't risk - j
waiting till his fiancee saw Jt
But she was delighted to hear the ■■
news and questioned him eagerly %
about it
"How many clothes closets are there, " •
Henry," she demanded. k
"There are six," replied the man. >
proudly.
"But that's hardly enough, Henry.** S
"What do yon want with more than
six closets? That's enough to hang '
your clothes In, Is It not?"
"Yes; dear," replied the maiden firm
ly. "But you'll want part of one for
your clothes. Won't you, Henry T
Nervous Spells-
Near Heart Failure
Eatonic Stopped It
Mr. C. B. Loata, writing from bis
home at Lay, Md., says, 1 bad bees
taking medicine from four specialists,
but believe me, friends, one beat of
eatonic has done me more good than
ail the remedies I have ever tried.
I was in awfully bad shap*. About
half on hour before meals, I got nerv
ous, trembling and heart pressure so
bad I could hardly walk or talk. One
box of eatonic stopped It."
Eatonic quickly produces these tru
ly marvelous results, because It takes
dp the poisons and gasei and ear*
rles them right out of the body.
Of course, when the cause is
the sufferer gets well.
Everyone that wants better health to
told to have just a little faith—enough
to try one box of eatonic from ytm
own druggist The /wet 1s a trifle,
which he will band back to yon If yos
are not pleased. Why. should you Buf
fer another day. when quick, sure re
lief, la waiting fot you? Adv.
He Dldnt Have to Lie. ''
Dick had been spending the day wIA
a little playmate, and when his mother
called for him he hopped in the ms- -
chine and settled himself comfortably,
saying: "Thank heavens that's once I
didn't have to tell a lie."
His mother nsked what be meant,
ond he sold: "Well, you see Mike's
mother wasn't home, so I didn't have
to say I hod a good time, 'cause I
didn't."
Thousands Have Kidney
Trouble and Never
Suspect It i I
Applicants for Insurance Often i
Rejected.
Judging from reports from drmglsH
who are constantly in direct touch with
the public, there is one preparation that
has been very suceesafal in ovsroomiag
these conditions. The mild and heahag
influence of Or. Kilmer's Swamp-Boot ia
soon realized. It stands the highest far
its remarkable record of success.
An examining physician for one of the
prominent Lib Insnraqce Companies, It
an interview on the stfbjeet, made the as
tonishing statement that one reason why
so nsny applicants for insurance are in
jected is because kidney trouble' is so
common to the American people, and tho
large majority of those whose applica
tions are declined do not even suspast
that they have the disease. It is on sale
at all drug stores ia bottles of two
medium snd large.
However, if yon wish first to test this
pest preparation send ten cents to Sr.
Kilmer A Co., Bingbamton, N. Y., for a
sample bottle. When writing be sore sad
mention this paper.—Adv.
Not That Kind of Exchange.
A man nnd his wife at a fair wera
looking for the so-culled women's ex
chunge, the wife having some fancy
work she wished to barter for the work
of others.
"Will you direct na to the women's
exchange 7" the husband asked of a man
they met. #
The man gazed at the wife, whoa*
good looks were proverbial In three
counties. "Great Scott, man!" he ex
claimed Impulsively. "Ton don't want
to swap off that woman, do you 7"—La
dles' Home Journal.
Wdebt's Indian Vccstabls Pills are sim
ply a rood old-fashton«d msdlclns tor reta
lattns ths stomach, tbs llwer and bowekk
Oat a tea and try thsra.—Adv.
t ,
Object, Conaolldation. '
"There's a great deal of romance tat
nome of these personal advertise
ments." , y ,
-welir»
"A lone widower would like to meet
the lady in mourning who cried |Q|
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