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SYNOPSIS.
John Valiant, a rich society favorite,
suddenly discovers that the valiant cor
poration. which his father founded and
which was the principal source of his
wealth, has failed. He voluntarily turns
over hts private fortune to the receiver
tor the corporation. Hia entire remaining
possession* consist of an old motor car. a
white bull dor and Damory court, a neg
lected estate Tn Virginia. On the way to
Dtmory court he meets Shirley Dand
ridge, an auburn-haired beauty, and di
vides that he Is going to Uke Virginia tm-
CHAPTER V—Continued.
The girl walked on up the highway
with a lilting stride, now and then
laughing to herself, or running a few
steps, occasionally stopping by some
hedge to pull a leaf which ahe rubbed
against her cheek, smelling its keen,
new scent, or stopping to gate out'
acroasnhe orange-green belts of sun
tiy wind-dimpled fields, one hand push
ing back her mutinous hair from her
brow, the otHer shielding her eyes,
farther on the highroad looped around
a atrip of young forest, and she struck
Into this for a short cut In the depth
shs aat down to rest on the sun
splashed roots of a tree. Leaning back
«galnst the seamed trunk, her felt hat
fallen to the ground, she looked like
some sea-woman emerging from an
sarth-hued pool to comb her hair
against a dappled rock.
Sbe drew back against the tree and
caught her breath aa a bulldog frisked
over a mossy boulder just In front of
her.
A moment more and she had thrown
herself on her knees with both arms
outstretched. "Oh, you splendid crea
ture!" she cried, "you big, lovely
white darling!"
The dog seemed in no way averse to
this sensational proceeding. He re
aponded instantly not merely with tall
wagging, but with ecstatic grunts and
growls. "Where did you come from?"
ahe questioned, as his pink tongue
•struggled desperately to find a cheek
through the whorl of coppery hair.
"Why, you must be the one I was told
oot to be afraid of."
She petted and fondled the smooth
intelligent muzzle. "As if any one
could be afraid of you! We'll set your
master right on that point" Smiling
to herself, she pulled one of the roses
from her belt, and twisting a wisp of
long grass, wound it round and round
the dog's neck and thrust the ragged
gose-Btem firmly through it. "Now,"
•he said, and pushed him gently from
her, "go back, sir!"
He whined and licked her hand, but
when she repeated the command, he
turned obediently and left her. A lit
tie way from her he halted, with a
sudden perception of mysterious pun
ishment, shrugged, sat down, and tried
to reach the Irksome grass-wlsp with
his teeth. This failing, be rolled la
boriously In the dirt.
Then he rose, cast a reproachful
Stance behind him, and trotted off.
CHAPTER VI.
Mad Anthony;
Beyond the selvage of the sleepy
leaf-sheltered village a cherry bor
dered lane met the Red Road. On its
one side was a clovered pasture and
beyond this an orchard, bounded by a
tall hedge of close-clipped box which
separated It from a broad yard where
the gray-weathered roof of Rosewood
showed above a group of tulip and
catalpa trees. On the sunny steps a
lop-eared puppy was playing with a
mottled cat.
The front door was open, showing a
ball where stood a grandfather's clock
and a spindle-legged table holding a
bowl of potpourri. The timepiece had
landed from a sailing vessel at James
town wharf with the household goods
of that English Garland who had
adopted the old Middle Plantation
when Dun more was royal governor un
der George 111. Framed portraits and
ongravings lent tints of tarnished sil
ver, old-rose and sunset-golds—colors
time-toned and reminiscent, carrying a
charming sense of peaceful content, of
gentleness and long tradition. The
dark polinhed stairway bad at its turn
a square dormer-window which looked
out upon one of the rose-arbors.
Dowrf this stair, somewhat later that
afternoon, came Shirley Dandridge,
booted and spurred, the rebellious
-whorls of her russet hair How as close
ly filleted as a Greek boy's, in a short
divided skirt of yew-green and a cool
-white blouse and swinging by it* rib
bon a green hat whose rolling brim
was caught up at one side by a crisp
bine-black hawk's feather. Sbe stopped
to peer out of the dormer-window to
where, under the latticed weave of
bloom beside a'round Iron table hold
ing a hoop of embroidery and a book
or two a lady sat reading.
The lady's hair was silver, but not
-with age. It had been so for many
Tears, refuted by the transparent skin
and a color aa soft as the cheek of ah
apricot. It was solely In her dark
«yea, deep and strangely luminous,
that one might see lurking the som
ber spirit of passion and of pain. But
they were eager and brilliant withal,
giving the lie to the cane whose crook
one pale delicate hand held with a
clasp that somehow conveyed a sense
of exasperate If semi-humorous re
bellion.
She' looked up at Shirley's voice, and
amlled brightly. "Off for your ride,
dear?"
"I* I'm going with til* Chal
mers." „
"Oh. of coarse. Betty Pace la visit
ing them, Isn't she?**
Shirley nodded. "She came jreater
day. I'll have to hurry, for I aaw them
from my window turning Into the Red
Road." She waved her hand and ran
lightly down the stair and acroas the
lawn to the orchard.
She pulled a green apple from a
bough that hung over a stone wall and
with this In her hand she came close
to the paature fence and whlstfed a
peculiar call. It was answered by a
low whinny and a soft thud of hoofs,
and a golden-chettnut hunter thrust
a long DOM over the bars, flaring
flame-lined nostrils to the touch of ber
hand. Sbe laid her cheek against the
white thoroughbred forehead and held
the apple to the larger reaching lip.
with several teasing wlthdrawlngs be
fore sbe gave It to its Juicy crunching.
She let down the top bar of the
fence and vaulting over, ran to a
stable and presently emerging with a
saddle on her arm, whistled the horse
to her and saddled him. Then open
ing the gate, she mounted and can
tered down the lane to meet the on
coming riders—a kindly-faced, middle
aged man, a younger one with dark
features and coal-black hair, and two
girls.
Chisholm L.usk spurred in advance
and lifted his hat. "1 held up the
judge, Shirley," he said, "and made
him bring me along. He tells me
there's a fox hunt on tomorrow; may I
come?"
"Pshaw! Chilly," said the Judge. "I
don't believe you ever got up at five
o'clock in your born days. You've
learned bad habits abroad."
"You'll see," he answered. "If my
man Friday doesn't rout me out to
morrow, I'll be up for murder."
They rode an hour, along stretches
of sunny highways or on shaded brldle
pathn where the horses' hoofs fell muf
fled in brown pine-needles and droop
ing branches flicked their faces. Then,
by a murky way gouged with brusk
gullies, across shelving fields and
"turn-rows" in a long detour around
Powhattan Mountain, a rough spur In
the shape of an Indian's head that
wadged itself forbiddingly between the
flelds of spring corn and tobacco.
"Do let us get a drink!" said Chilly
Lusk. "I'm as thirsty as a cotton
batting camel.!'
"All right, we'll stop;" agreed the
Judge, "and you'll have a chance to
see a local lion, Betty. This Is
where Mad Anthony Uvea. You must
have heard of him when you were hert
before. He's almost as celebrated as
the Reverend John Jasper of Rich
mond."
Hetty tapped her temple. "Where
have Ah heard of John Jasper?"
"He was the author of the famous
sermon on "The Sun do Move.' He
used to prove it by a bucket of water
that he set beside his pulpit Saturday
night. As It hadn't spilled In the
morning he knew It was the earth
stood still."
Betty nodded laughingly. "Ah re
member now. Is Mad Anthony really
mad?"
"Only harmlessly," salrf Shirjey.
"He's stone blind. The negroes all
believe he conjures—that's voodoo,
you know. They put a lot of stock
"Howdy Do, Anthony," Ha Said.
in his 'propheclama.' He tells for
tunes, too. S-ah!" she warned. "He's
sitting on the door-step. Hs's heard
us."
The old negro had the torso of a
black patriarch. He eat bolt nprlght
with long straight arms resting on
his knees, and his face had that pe
culiar expressionless Immobility seen
In Egyptian carvings. His age might
have been anything. Judging from his
face which was so seamed and crev
iced with innumerable tiny wrinkles
that it most resembled the tortured
glale of some ancient bitumen pot
tery unearthed from a tomb of Kor.
The Judge dismounted, and tossing
hia bridle over a fence-picket, took
from his pocket a collapsible drinking
cup. "Howdy do, Anthony,"-he said.
"We Just stopped for a drink of your
good water.'?
The old negro nodded his bead.
"Good watah," he said in the gentle
THE XHTK&PRISK, WHUAMSTON, NORTH OABOUHA
quavering tones of extreme ace. "Yas,
Marie. H«|p yo'se'f. Come Tom he
centah ob de yerf. Dat watah. En dah's
folks say de centah of de yerf Is all
flah. Yo' reck'n dey's right, Mara'
Chahmahs?"
"Now, how the devil do you know
who 1 am, Anthony?" The Judge set
down his cup on the well-curb. "I
haven't been by here for a year."
The ebony head moved slowly from
aide to side. "Ol' Ant'ny don' need
no eyes," he said, touching hia hand
to his brow. "He see ev'ythlng heah."
The Judge beckoned to the others
and tbey trooped Inside the paling.
"I've brought some other folks with
me, Anthony; can you tell who they
are?"
The sightless look wavered over
them and the white head shook slow
ly. "Don' know young mars,'" said
the gentle voice. "How many yuddahs
wld yo'? One, two? No, I don' know
young mistls, eldah."
"I reckon you don't need any eyes,"
Judge Chalmers laughed, as he passed
the sweet cold water to the rest. "One
of these young ladies wants you to tell
her fortune."
The old negro dropped his head,
waving his gaunt hands restlessly.
The Judge beckon 3d to Hetty Page,
but she shook her head with a little
grimace and drew back.
"You go, Shirley," she whispered,
and with a laughing glance at the
others, Shirley came and sat down on
the lowest step.
Mad Anthony put out a wavering
hand and touched the young body.
Ills fingers strayed over the habit and
went up to the curling bronze under
the bat-brim. "Dis de 111 mistls," he
muttered, "atn' afeahd ob ol* Ant'ny.
Dah's flah en she aln' afeahd, en dah's
watah en she aln' afeahd. Wondah
whut Ah gwlne tell huh? Whut de
coloh ob yo' halh, honey?"
"Hlack," put in Chilly Lusk, with a
wink at the others. "Hlack as a crow."
Old Anthony's hand fell back, to his
knee. "Young mars' laugh at de ol'
man," he said, "but he don* know. Dht
de coloh dat buhn mah han's—de coloh
ob gol', en eyes blue like er cat-bird's
atg. Dah's er man gwlne look in dem
eyes, honey, en gwlne make 'em cry
|en cry." He raised his head sharply,
his lids shut tight, and swung his arm
toward the North. "Dah's whah he
come fom," he said, "en heah"—his
' arm veered and he pointed straight
toward the'ragged hill behind them —
'he stay." „
Lusk laughed noiselessly. "He's
pointing to Damory Court," he whis
pered to Nancy Chalmers, "the only
uninhabited place within ten miles.
That's as near as he often hits it, I
fancy."
"Heah's whah he stay," repeated the
old man. "Heap ob trouble wait heah
fo' him too, honey,—heap ob trouble,
beah whah ll'l mistls fln' him."
"Come, Anthony," said Judge Chal
mers, laying his hand on the old man's
shoulder. "That's much too mourn
ful! Give her something nice to top
off with, at least!"
Hut Anthony paid no heed. "Qr'et
trouble. Dah's flah en she aln' afeahd,
en dah's watah en she aln' afeahd. En
Ah sees yo' gwlne ter him, honey. Ah
heah's de co'ot-house clock a-strikln' in
de night—en yo' gwlne/ Don' wait,
don' wait, H'l mistls, er de trouble
cloud gwlne kyah him erway fom yo'
• • • When de clock strike 4huh
teen—when de clock strike thuh
teen —"
The droning voice ceased. The
gaunt form became rigid. Then he
started and turned his eyes slowly
about him, a vague look of anxiety on
bis face. For a moment no one
moved. When he spoke again it was
once more in his gentle quavering
voice:
--"Watah? Yas, Mars', good watah.
He'p yo'se'f."
The Judge set a dollar bill on the
step and weighted it with a stone, as
the rest remounted. "Well, good-by,
Anthony,' he said. "We're mightily
obliged." "
He sprang into the saddle and the
quartette cantered away. "My experi
ment wasn't a great success, I'm
afraid, Shirley," he stfld ruefully.
"Oh, I think It was splendid!" cried
Nancy. "Do you suppose he really be
lieves thos3 spooky things? I declare,
at the time I almost did myself., What
an odd Idea—'when the clock strikes
thirteen,' which, of course, It never
does."
"Don't mind, Shirley," bantered
Lusk. "When you see all 'dem trou
bles' coming, sound the alarm and
we'll Jy-4n a'body to your rescue."
They let their horses out for a
pounding gallop which pulled down
suddenly at a muffled shriek from Bet
ty Page, as her horse went into the
air at sight of an automobile by the
roadside.
"Now, whose under the canopy is
that?" exclaimed Lusk.
"It's stalled," said Shirley. "I
passed here this afternoon when the
owner was trying to start It, and I sent
Unc' Jefferson aa first aid to the in
jured."
"I wonder who he can be," said
Nancy. "I've never seen that car be
fore."
"Why," said Betty gaily, "Ah know!
It's Mad Anthony'a trouble-man, of
coujr«e, come for Shirley."
CHAPTER VII,
» 1 >
Uncle Jefferson.
A red rose, while ever a thing of
beauty. Is not Invariably a joy for
ever. The white bulldog, as' he
plodded along the sunny highway, was
sunk tn depression. Being trammeled
by the limitations of a canine horison,
he could not understand the whims of
Adorable Ones met by the way, who
seemed so glad to see him that they
threw both arms about him, and then
tied to his neck Irksome colored weeds
that prickled and scratched and would
not be dislodged. So it was a chas
tened and shamed Chum who at length
wriggled stealthily Into the seat of the
stranded automobile beside his master
and thrust a dirty pink nose tnto his
palm.
John Valiant lifted his hand to
stroke the shapely head, then drew It
back with an exclamation. A thorn
had pricked his thumb. He looked
down and saw the draggled flower
thruat through the twist of grass. "Oh,
pup of wonders!" he exclaimed.
"Where did you get that rose?"
Chum sat up and wagged his tall, for
his master's tone, Instead of ridicule,
held a dawning delight. Perhaps the
thing had not been Intended as a dis
grace, after all!
i With the first sight of the decora
tion Valiant had had a sudden memory
of a splotch of vivid red against the
belted gray-blue of a gown. He
grinned appreciatively. "And I warned
her," he chuckled. "Told her not to be
afraid!" He dusted the blossom pains
takingly with his handkerchief and
held it to his face —a llvo brilliant
thing, breathing niuak-odors of the
mid-moon of paradise.
A long time he Bat, while the dog
dozed and yawned on tho shiny bush
ion beside him. Of a sudden Chum oat
up and barked in earnest.
Turning his head, his master saw ap
proaching a dilapidated hack with
side lanterns like great goggles and
decrepit and palsjed curtains. It wa»
drawn by a loan mustard tinted mule,
and on Its front sat a colored man of
uncertain age, whose hunched verte
brae and outward-crooked armi gave
him a curious expression of replete
and bulbous Inquiry. Abreast of the
car he removed a moth-eaten cap.
"Evenln", suh," he said, —"evenln',
ovenln'."
"Howdy do," returned the other
smlably.
"Ah reck'n yo'-ll done had er breck
down wld dat machine-thing dar. Yo'
been hyuh 'bout er hour, aln' yo'?"
"Nearer three," said Valiant cheer
fully, "but the vlew'B worth it."
A hoarse titter came from the con
veyance, which gave forth sundry
creaklngs of leather. "Huyh! Huyh!
Dat's so, »uh. Dat's so! Hm-m.
Reck'n Ah'll be gittln' erlong back.''
lie clucked to the mule and proceeded
to turn the vehicle round.
"Hold on," cried John Valiant. "1
thought you wore bound in the other
direction." *
"No, suh. Ah'm gwlne back whah I
come f'om. Ah Jus' druv out hyuh
'case Miss Bhlrley done met me, en
she say, 'Unc' Jeffe'son, yo' go 'treckly
out de Red Road, 'case ( .er gemmun
done got stalled-ed.' "
"Oh —Miss Shirley. She told you,
did she? What did you say her llrst
name waif"
"Dat'B huh fust name, MIBB Shirley.
Yaa, suh! Miss Shirley done said f
me ter come en git de gemman whut
—whut kinder dawg Is yo' got dar?"
"It's a bulldog. Can you give me a
lift? I've got that small trunk and—"
"Dat's a right fine dawg. Miss Shir
ley she moghty fond ob dawgs, too."
"Fond of dogs, is she?" said Valiant,
"bmlght have known it It was nice
her to aend you here, Uncle Jeffer
son. You can take me and my traps,
I suppose?"
VERY MUCH WRONG NUMBER
Experience Probably Taught Tarty
Old Gentleman to Be Mora Care
ful tyhom Ha Rang Up.
A gentleman was staying In an
English provincial town, when he
heard that Mr. Moneyboy, his partner
In business, was at another town close
by, so he rang up his hotel on the
telephone. '
"Is Mr. Moneyboy there?" he In
quired.
"No, he Is not," came the response.
"Well, has he engaged rooms?"
"No. We don't reserve rooms
here; first come, first served Is our
rule," came the sharp and somewhat
airy reply.
He was rather taken back at the
lofty Independence they seemed to
revel In in that town.
"Can you' tell me," he asked, "if
he will stay with you when he
reaches the town?"
"It's possible he may. But we can't
Bay."
"Look here," roared the irate gen
tleman, "you're the most Impudent
" 'Pens on whah yo' gwlneter." an
swered Uncle Jefferson sapiently.
"I'm going to Damory Court"
A kind of ahocked surprise that was
almost stupefaction spread over the
other's face, like oil over a pool.
"Dam'ry Co'ot! Dat's de old Valiant
place. Aln' nobody Ijves dar. Ah
reck'n aln' nobody live dar fer mot' er
hun>rd yeaha!"
"The old house has a great surprise
coming to it," said Valiant gravely.
"Henceforth lome one is going to oo
cupy It. How is It anyway?"
"Measurln' by de coonskln en th'ow-
In' In de tall, et's erbout two mile.
Aln gwineter live dar yo'se'f, suh, Is
yo'?"
"I am for the present," was the
crisp answer.
Uncle Jefferson Binruti at him a mo
ment with Ids mouth open. Then ejac
ulating under his breath, "Ko* de
Lawd! Whut folks gwineter Bay ter
dat!" he khambled to the rear of the
motor and began to unship the steam
eMrunk. "Whut yo' gwineter do wld
dat-ar?" he asked, pointing to the car.
"Ah kin come wld ole Sukey—dat's
mah mule—en fotoh It in de mawn
ln'. Alri't gwineter rain ter-nlght no
how," —
This matter having been arranged,
they started Jogging down the green
borderod road, the bulldog prospecting
alongside.
"S'poso'n de Co'ot done ben sold en
yo' gwineter fix it up fo' de new
ownah," hazarded Uncle Jefferson
presently.
Valiant did not answer directly.
"You say the place hasn't been occu
pied for many years," he observed.
"Did you over hear why. Uncle Jef
ferson?"
"Ah -done heerd," said the othef
vaguely, "but Ah dlsremembahs.
Sump'ln dat happened befo' Ah come
heah fom ol' l'ost-Oak Plantation
Reck'n Majah Bristow he know erbout
It, er Mis' Judith—data Miss Shlrley'i
mothah. Her fathah wus Oen'l T&wm
Dandrldgc, en he died fo' Bhe waf
bawn."
Shirley Dandrldgc! A high-sound
ing name, with something of long
linked culture, of arrogant heritage.
In some Bubtle way It seemed to
clothe the personality of which Va
liant had had that ileetlng roadside
glimpse.
"Reck'n yo'-all come fom New
York?" Inquired Uncle Jefferson, after
a little silence. "So!. Dey say dat's
er pow'ful big place. Hut Ah reck'n
ol' Rlchmon's big ernuf fo' me." He
clucked to the leisurely mulo and
added, "Ab bin ter Rlchmon' onct.
YHH, suh! Ah tievah see sech houses
—mos' all blgger'n de county co'ot
house."
John Valiant expressed a somewhat
absent Interest. He was looking
thoughtfully at the blossom ln his
hand, In an absorption through which
Uncle Jefferson'B reminiscences oozed
on.
(TO BR CONTINUED.)
Diagnosis by Electricity.
For the benefit of the nervous cases
that come to the doctor, It has been
asserted by Scripture that it Is Just as
necessary to kuow how emotional they
are aB ft "1b to know how high the
temperature Is ln a case of fever.
Moreover, ln many cases It is neces
sary to find out what experiences In
tho past or,«-present life of the patient
produce emotions. For this purpose
the patient sits at ease with hands on
the electrodes, which may be so con
cealed ln the arms of *ila chair that he
1B unaware that tho most Intimate
processes of his soul are being reg
lstered as various wortls are spoken or
various topics of conversation are dis
cussed, the galvanometer showing
when a sensitive subject has been
touched.—Fred W. Eastman, ln Ha*>-
per's Magazine.
Jack in-offlce that erer spoilt his
master's business. Go away and tell
some one who knowß more about the
business j)t the hotel to come and
speak to me."
There was a chuckle at the other
end of the wire.
"This Isn't a hotel; it'B the town
Jail," said the voice.
The confused gentleman rang ofl
sharp.
Why Ha Left Scotland.
At a Caledonian banquet in Lon
don a Scotsman who had* settled in
the metropolis made a . speech, in
which Scotland and all things Scot
tish were so fulsomely praised that an
Englishman, who sat next him, said
when he had finished:
"If Scotland is all that you Scots
men say it is, why don't you stay
there itistead of coming here?"
"Weel," answered the Scotsman.
"Ah'lL tell ye hoo it wis wi' me. When
Ah wis in business in Fife a
the fowk wis just as cliver as megel'
an' Ah cudna gar the two en's meet
Sae Ah cam' awa' Sooth, an' sin' synjet
man, Ah've been daeln' rale weel."
————
"Pape's Diapepsin" fixes tick,
sour, gassy stomachs in
five minutes.
Time it! In AT* minute* all atomaeh
distress will go. No indigestion. heart*
burn, sou met* or belching of (U, add*
or eructations of undigested food, no
dizziness, bloating, or foul breath.
Pipe's Diapepein la noted for ita
■peed in regulating upset stomaQha.
It la the aureat, quickest and most cer
tain Indigestion remedy in the whole
world, and besides It la harmless.
Please for jour sake, get a large
fifty-cent case of Pape'a Dlapepaln
from any store and put your stomach
right. Don't keep on being miserable
—life Is too short —you are not here
long, so make your stay agreeable.
Eat what you like and digest it; en-
Joy It, without dread of rebellion in
the stomach.
Pape'a Dlapepaln belonga In your
home anyway. Should one of the fam-
I lly eat something which don't agree
| with them, or In case of an attack of
indigestion, dyspepsia, gastritis or
stomach derangement at daytime or
| during the night, it is handy to give
' the quickest relief known. Adv.
. Rare Work.
Fogg reports that he overheard thla
In the book department of one of our
big stores:
Customer Have you Arnold's
poems?
Salesgirl (turning to head of depart
ment) —Miss Simpson, have we Bene
dict Arnold's poems?— Boston Tran
acrlpt.
SAGE TEA AND SULPHUR
DARKENS YOUR GRAY HAIR
j Look Yeare Youngerl Try Grandma's
Recipe of Bsge and Bulphur
, and Nobody Will Know.
Almost everyone knows that Sage
I Tea and Sulphur, properly cornpound-
I ed, brlngß buck the natural color and
lustre to the hair when faded, streaked
or gray; UIHO endu dandruff, Itching
scalp and stops falling hair. Years
J ago the only way to get thie mixture
! was to make It nt home, which la
! muasy and troublesome.
Nowadays we simply ask at any
I drug store for "Wyeth's Sage and Sul
phur Hair Remedy." You will get s
I large bottle for about BO cents. Every
i body uses this old, famous recipe, be-
I cause no one can possibly tell that
you darkened your hair, a« It does It
■o naturally and evenly. You dampen -
J a sponge or soft brush wrt.h It and
I draw this through your hair, taking
one small strand at a time; by morn
ing tho gray hnlr disappears, and
| after another application or two, your
| hair becomes beautifully dark, thick
and glossy and you look years younger.
—Adv.
Where the Improvement Llea.
Mrs. Sauer— Among the barbarous
people of the earth a man can have
I aa many wives as he desires, while
civilization limits each man to one.
j Now, you can't tell me but that civili
zation makes man better morally.
Mr. Sauer —Not necessarily. It
merly gives him better sense.—Puck
"CMRETS" FOR
SLUGJSH LIVER
No sick headache, sour stomach,
biliousness or constipation
4 by morning.
Get a 10-cent box now.
Turn the rascals out —the headache,
' Biliousness, Indigestion, the sick, sour
itomach and foul gases—turn them
out to-night and keep them out with
Cascarets.
Millions of men and women take a
j Cascaret now and then and never
know the misery caused by a laiy
liver, clogged bowelß or an upset stora
j ach.
Don't put In another day of distress.
Let Cascarets cleause your stomach;
I remove the sour, fermenting food;
i tako the excess bile from your liver
i and carry out all tho constipated
waste matter and poison In the
bowels. Then you will feel great.
A Cascaret to-night straightens you
j uut by morning. They work while
i you sleep. A 10-cent box from
any drug store means a clear
sweet stomach and clean, healthy liver
and bowel action for months. Chil
dren lovo Cascarets because they
never gripe or sicken. Adv. j
Words Fail on an Occasion Like This!
"Why do you call your hen Mac
dufT, of all names?"
"Because she lays on." /
If You Can't Get It In Town.
Someone in almost every town in
the United States sells Hanford's Bal
sam of Myrrh. If £ou can't get it,
write G. C. Ha'nford Mfg. Co., Syra
cuse, N. Y. Price 50c and SI.OO. Adv.
A crltlij, Cordelia, is a person who is
unable to do a thing in the way he
thinks It ought to be done.
Let Dean's Mentholated Cough Drops re
lieve yen of that cough and stop the
throat irritation —5e at Drug Stores. > v
Life is full of paradoxes. Many %
dark secret comes to light.
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