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V THE POLK COUNTY NEWS, SALUDA, N. 0. 1 r .! i r.ii A' 1 ! - 1 1 , .it f if 5 b i r ! I It i .1 Ml i 1 1 I 1 i Mi r ii ! i M 1 j . - V ' i t j I r: v : j i t ' ' 1 hi " 'l P 'M4 : i h1 The Gall of the Cumberlands By diaries Neville Buck With Illustrations from Photographs of Scenes - in the Play (Copyright. 1913. by W. J. Watt & Co.) SYNOPSIS. "n TVilaorv rroplr fiollv Miliar flnds George Lescott. a landscape painter, un conscious, jesse fury 01 ine noiiman cian has been snot and samson is sua The shooting breaks the truce in the Hollman-South feud. Lescott discovers artistic ability in samson. samson thrashes Tamarack Spicer and denounces nim as me "truce-Duster wno snoi rurvy. fiamtnn tlla tViA CAitth 1an that Via la going to leave the mountains. , Lescott oes nome to nevr YorK. samson Diaa Spicer and Sally farewell and follows. In New York Samson studies art and learns much of city ways. Drenrtie Lescott per suades Wilfred Horton, her dilettante over, to do a man s work in the world. Prompted by her love. Sally i teaches her- eu 10 write, tiorton tnrows nimseii inio me ouslness world and becomes wen YlAtferf hv nrflotrtrw fl no nrioro an1 TlrtHtl. cians. At a Bohemian resort Samson meets William Farbish, sporty social par asite, and Horton's enemy. Farbish con spires with others to make Horton jeal ous, and succeeds. Farbish brings Korton and Samson together at the Kerjffiore ciuo s snooting lodge, ana rorces an open runture. PYnpcHnir Hamonn tn Will T-Tnrtnn and so rid the political and financial thugs wi me crusaaer. samson exposes tne piot and thrashes' the conspirators. Samson is . advised by his teachers to turn to por trait natn'flH. T-t 1 - I I V.m to paint, her portrait. Sally goes to school. Ddiusun goes, to fans to sway. CHAPTER XII Continued. "No," she said, "we haven't done that, yet. I guess we won't. . I think he'd rather stay outside, Wil fred. If I was sure I loved him, and that he loved me, I'd feel like a cheat there ie the other girl to think of. . . . And, besides, I'm not sure what I want myself. . . . But I'm horribly afraid I'm going to end by losing you both." Horton stood silent. It was tea time, and from below came the strains of the ship's orchestra. A few ulster- muffled passengers gloomily paced the deck. 1 ' "You wont lose us both. Drennle. he said, eteadily. "You may lose your choice but, if you find yourself able to fall back on substitutes, 111 be there, waiting." For once he did not meet her scru tiny, or know of it win fXUT OVAO TtTAWA fixed on tne slow swing of heavy, gray-green waters. He was smiling, but it Is as a man smiles when he con fronts despair and pretends that everv- thing to quite all right The girl looked at him with ja choke In her throat. 1- i "Wilfred." she said, layine her hand on his arm, "I'm not worth worrying over. Rea'lly, I'm not. If Samson South proposed to me today, I know that I should refuse hlm I am not at all sure that I am the least little bit In love with him. Only, don't you see i can t be quite sure I'm not? It would be horrible if we all mado mistake. May I have till Christmas to make up my mind for all time? I'll tell you then, dear, if you care to wait." CHAPTER XIII. Tamarack Spicer sat on the top of a dox car, swinging his legs over the side. He was clad in overalla. and in the pockets of his breeches reposed a bulging flask of red liquor, and an unbulging pay envelope. Tamarack had been "railroading" for several montns tnis time. He had made a new record for sustained pnWf Industry, but now June was beckon ing him to the mountains with vaga- uuuu yearnings ior freedom and lei sure. Many things had invited his ertii! Almost four years had passed since Samson had left the mountains, and In four years a woman can change her imuu. oauy mignt, when they met on lUB Iua. sreei mm once more as kins man and agree to foret hi- i method of courtship. This time he wouia oe more diplomatic. Yesterday o uOU Kuae 10 tne boss and "called for his time." Today he wag paid off and a free lance. i. , ' as he reflected on these matters a fellow-trainman came alone- tv, f,tlle " an? sat down at Tamarack's Bluo- 1A j. uis oraKeman had aleo been recruited from the mountain w u -So yer qulttln't" observed the new : vuuiei, Spicer nodded. "Goln back thar on Minprv Again Tamarack answered with a jrn. 01 ms neaa. ' la.y,5' off ter ye some- mm , 1 am racK. ' "Cut her 1ooh " "I laid over in1 Hixori last week some fellers tbat used ter know my mother's folks took me down in the ceiiar or Hoiiman's store, an' give me Borne acker." "What of hit?" "They was talkln Tout you." "What did they eay?" "I seen that they was enemies ,of yours, an' they wasnt In no ood hu mor, so, when they axed me ef I aaowea ye, 1 lowed I didn't know nothln' good about ye. I had ter cuss ye out, or git in trouble myself." Tamarack cursed the whole Hollman tribe, and his comnanlnn vnnf: rvrx 5m-A8berry waa thar. He 'lowed -B7 u iouna out thet you'd done shot Purvy thet time, an he said" the brakeman paused to add emphasis to his conclusion "thet the next time ye come home, he 'lowed ter git ye plumb shore." Tamarack scowled. - "Much obleeged," he replied. At Hixon Tamarack Spicer strolled along the street toward the court house. He wished to be seen. So long as it was broad daylight and he dis played no hostility, he knew he was safe and he had plans. Standing before the Hollman store were Jim Asberry and several com panions. They greeted Tamarack . af fably and he paused to talk. Ridin over ter Misery?" inquired Asberry. ' ' " 'Lowed I mout as well." j ' "Mind ef I rides with ye es fur es Jesse's place?" l; "Plumb glad ter have company," drawled Tamarack. They chatted of many things, and traveled slowly, but. when they came to those narrows where they could not ride stirrup to stirrup each jockeyed for the rear position, and the man who found himself forced into the lead turned in his saddle and talked back over his shoulder, with wary, though eeemingly careless, eyes. Each knew the other was bent on his murder. At Purvy's gate Asberry waved fare well and turned in. Tamarack rode on, but shortly he hitched his horse in the concealment of a hollow, walled with huge rocks, and disappeared into the laurel. He began climbing, In a crouched position: bringing each foot down noiselessly and pausing often to listen. Jim Asberry had not been outwardly armed when he left Spicer. But, soon, the brakeman's delicately attuned ears caught a eound that made him lie flat in the lee. of a great log, where he was masked In clumps of -flowering rho dodendron. Presently Asberry passed mm, also walking cautiously, but hur riedly, and cradling a Winchester rifle in the hollow of his arm. Then Tama rack knew that Asberry was taking this cut to head him off and waylay him in the gorge a mile away by road but a short distance only over the hill. Spicer held his heavy revolver cocked in his hand, but it was too near the Purvy house to risk a shot. He waited a moment, and then, rising, went on noiselessly with a snarling grin, stalk ing the man who was stalking him. Asberry found a place at the foot of a huge pine where themndergrowth would cloak him. Twenty yards below ran the creek-bed road, returning from its lone: horseshoe deviation. Whpn he had taken his position his faded butternut clothing matched the earth as inconspicuously as a quail matches dead leaves, and he settled himself to wait Slowly, and with Infinite cau tion his intended victim stole down, guarding each step, until he was In short and certain range, but, instead of being at the front, ho came from the back. He, also, lay flat on his stomach and raised the 'already cocked pistol. He steadied it in a two-handed grip against a tree trunk and trained i it with deliberate care on a point to the left of the other man'e spine Just below the shoulder blades. Then he pulled the trigger! He did not go down to inspect his work. It was not necessary. The instantaneous fashion with which the head of tho ambuscader settled forward on its face told him all hej wanted to know. TT P alinnpd hnrlr trt life hnraa mn....j and rode fast to the house of Spicer South, demanding 'asylum. The next day came word that if Tamarack Spicer would surrender and stand trial in a court dominated by the Hollmans the truce would con tinue. Otherwise the "war was on " The Souths flung back this message: Come and git him." But Hollman and Purvy. hyDocrltl- cally clamoring for the sanctity of the law, made no effort to come and "git him." They kneWilthat SDicer Smith's house was now a fortress, prepared for siege. They knew that every trail thither was picketed. Also, they knew a better way. This time they had the color of the law on their side. The circuit Judge, through the sheriff, asked for troops and troops came. Their tents dotted the river bank be low the Hixon bridge. A detail un der a white flag went out after Tama- rnrlr Knirpiv Thfi militia rntnin In command, who feared neither feudist nor death, was courteously received. He had brains, and he assured them that he acted under orders which could not be disobeyed. Unless they surrendered the prisoner, gatling guns would follow. If necessary they would be dragged behind ox teams. Many militiamen might be killed, but for each of them the state had another. If Spicer would surrender, the officer would guarantee him personal protec tion, and, if it seemed necessary, a change of venue would secure him trial in; another circuit. For hours the clan deliberated. For the soldiers they felt no enmity. For the young cap tain they .felt an instinctive liking. He was a man. Old Spicer South, restored to an echo of his former robustness by the call of action, gave the clan's verdict. 'Hit hain't the co'te we're skeered Of. Ef this bov eoea tar town hp won't never git into no co'te. He'll be murdered." The officer held out hie hand. "As man to man." he said "I pledge you my word that no one shall take him except by process of law. I'm not working for the Hollmans or the Pur vy s. I know their breed." For a space old South looked Into the soldier's eyes and the soldier looked back. v IH take yore handshake' on thet bargain," said the mountaineer, grave ly. "Tam'rack," he added, in a voice of finality, "ye've got ter o." The officer had meant what he said. He marched his prisoner into Hixon at the center of a hollow square, with muskets at the ready. And yet. as the boy passed Into the courthouse yard. with a soldier rubbing elbbws on each side, a cleanly aimed shot sounded from somewhere. The smokeless dow der told no 'tale, and with blue shirts and army hats circling him, Tamarack fell and died. . That afternoon one of Hollman's henchmen was found lying in the road with his lifeless face in the water of the creek. The next day, as old Spicer South stood at the door of his cabin,. a rifle barked from the hillside, and he fell, shot through the left shoulder by a bullet intended for his heart All this while, the troops were helplessly camped at Hixon. They ; had power and inclination to go out and get men, but there was no man to get. The Hollmans had used the soldiers as far as they wished; they had made them pull the chestnuts out of the fire and Tamarack Spicer out of his stronghold. They, now refused to swear out additional warrants. A detail had rushed into Hollman's store an instant after the shot which killed Tamarack was fired. Except for "Tam'rack, Ye've Got to Go." a woman buying a card of buttons and a fair-haired clerk waiting on her, they found the building empty. Back beyond, the hills were impene trable, and answered no questions. Old l Spicer South would ten years ago have put a bandage on his wound and gone about his business, but now he' tossed under his patchwork quilt, and Brother Spencer expressed grave doubts for his recovery. With his counsel unavailable Wile McCager, by common consent, assumed something like the powers of a regent and took upon himself the duties to which Sam son should have succeeded. That a Hollman should have been able to elude the pickets and penetrate the heart of South territory to Spicer South's. cabin was both astounding and alarming. The war was on without question now, and there must be coun cil Wile McCager had sent out a sum mons for the family heads to meet that afternoon at his mill. It was Sat urday "mill day" and in accordance with ancient custom the lanes would be more traveled than usual. Those men who came by the wagon road afforded no unusual spectacle, for, behind each saddle sagged a sack orgrain. Their faces bore no stamp of unwonted excitement, but every man balanced a rifle across his pom mel. None the less, their purpose was grim, and their talk when they had gathered was to the point. Old McCager, himself sorely per plexed, voiced the sentiment that the others had been too courteous to ex press. With Spicer South bed-ridden and Samson a renegade, they had no adequate leader. McCager was a solid man of Intrepid courage and honesty, but grinding grist was his vocation, not strategy and tactics. The enemy had such masters of intrigue as Purvy and Judge Hollman. Then a lean sorrel mare came Jog ging Into view, switching her fly bitten tail, and on the mare's back, urging him with a long, leafy switch, sat a woman. Behind her sagged the two loaded ends of a corn sack. She was lithe and slim, and her violet eyes were profoundly serious, and her lips were as resolutely set as Joan of Arc's might have been, for Sally Miller had come only ostensibly to have her corn ground to meal. She had really come to speak for the absent chief, and she knew that she would be met with deri sion. The years had sobered the girl, but her beauty had increased, thou eh it was jiow a chastened type, which gave her a strange and rather exalted refinement of expression. Wile McCager came to the mill door as she rode up and lifted the sack from her horse. "Howdy, Sally?" he greeted. "Tol'able. thank ye," said Sally. "I'm goin' ter get off." As she entered the great half-lighted room, where the mill stones creaked on their cumbersome shafts, the hum of discussion sank to silence. The girl nodded to the mountaineers gath ered In conclave, then, turning to the miller, she announced: 1 "I'm going to send for Samson." The statement was at first met with dead silence, then came a rumble of Indignant dissent, but for that the girl was prepared, as she was prepared for the contemptuous laughter which followed. "I reckon If Samson was here," she said, dryly, "you all wouldn't think It was quite so funny." Old Caleb Wiley spat through his bristling beard, and his voice was a quavering rumble. , : ji. "What we wants 'is a man. We hain't got no use fer no traitors thet's too al mighty damn busy dolu fancy work ter stand by their kith an kin." "That's a lie! said the girl, scorn fully. "There's Just one man living that's smart, enough to match Jesse Purvyr an: that one man is Sam son." ; Samson's got the right to lead the Souths, and he's going to do it -ef he wants to." . "Sally," Wile McCager spoke, sooth ingly, "don't go gittin' mad. . Caleb talks hasty. We knows ye used ter be Samson's gal, an' we hain't aimin' ter hurt yore feelin's. But Samson's done : left the mountings. I reckon ef he wanted ter come back, he'd a-come afore now. Let him stay whar he's at." "Whar Is he at?" demanded old Ca leb Wiley, in a truculent voice. "That's his business," Sally flashed back, "but I know. All I want to tell you is this. Don't you make a move till I have time to get word to him. I tell you, he's got to have his say." "I reckon we hain't a-goin' ter wait," sneered Caleb, "fer a feller thet won't let hit be known whar he's a-sojournin' at. Ef ye air so shore of him, why won't yet tell us whar he is now?" "That's my business, too." Sally's voice was Resolute. "I've got a letter here it'll take two days to get to Samson. It'll take him two or three days more to get here. You've got to wait a week." "Sally," the temporary chieftain spoke still in a patient, humoring sort of voice, as to a tempestuous child. "thar hain't no place ter mail a letter nlgher then Hixon. No South can't ride inter Hixon, an ride out again." The mall carrier won't be down this way fer two days yit." uui tiatuii any ooum to nae into Hixon. I recollect another time when Samson was the only one that would do that," she answered, still scornfully. "I didn't come here to ask favors. I come to give orders for him. A train leaves soon In the morn ing. My letter's goin on that train "Who's goin ter take hit ter town fer ye?" "I'm goin' to take it for myself Her reply was, given as a matter of course. "That wouldn't hardly be safe Sal ly," the miller demurred; "this hain't no time fer a gal ter be galavantin' around by herself in the night time Hit's a-comin up ter storm, an ye've 1 got thirty miles ter ride, an' thirty-five back ter yore house." lm not scared, she replied. "I'm goin' an' I'm warnin you now, If you do anything that Samson don't like, you'll have to answer to him, when he comes." She turned, walking very erect and dauntless to her sorrel mare, and disappeared at a gallop. "I reckon," said Wile McCager, breaking silence at last, "hit don't make no great dif'rence. He won't hardly come, nohow." Then, he added: "But thet boy is smart." Samson's return from Europe, after a years study, was in the nature, of a moderate triumph. With the art sponsorship of George Lescott and the social sponsorship of Adrienne, he found that orders for portraits, from those ,,who could pay munificently, seemed to seek him. He was tasting the novelty of being lionized. That summer Mrs. Lescott ODened her house on Long Island early, and the life there was full of the sort of gayety that comes to pleasant places when young men in flannels and girls In soft summery gowns and tanned cheeks are playing wholesomely and singing tunefully and making love not too seriously. Samson, tremendously busy these days In a new studio of his own. had run over for a week. Horton was, of course, of the party, and George Les cott was doing the honors as host. One evening Adrienne left the danc ers for the pergola, where she took refuge under a mass of honeysuckle Samson South followed her. She saw him coming, and smiled. She was contrasting this Samson, loosely clad in flannels,, with the Samson she had first seen rising awkwardly to greet her in the studio. "You should have stayed Inside and made yourself agreeable to the girls. Adrienne reproved him, as he came up. "What's the use of making a lion of you, if you won't roar for the vis itors?" "I've been roaring," laughed the man. "I've Just been explaining to Miss Willoughby that we only eat the people we kill in Kentucky on certain days of solemn observance and sacri flee. I wanted to be agreeable to you, Drennie, for a while. "Do you ever find yourself homesick, Samson, these days?" The man answered with a short laugh. Then his words came softly. and not his own words, but those of one more eloquent: - " Who hath desired the ifea? Her ex cellent loneliness rather Than the forecourts of kings, and her uttermost pits than the streets where men gather.- . . . His sea that his being fulfills? So apd no otherwise so and no other 1 wise hillmen desire their hills.'" "And yet," she said, and a trace of the argumentative stole Into her voice, "you haven't gone back." "No." There was a note of self reproach In his voice. "But soon I shall go. At least, for a time. I've been thinking a great deal lately about 'my fluttered folk and wild.' I'm Just beginning to understand my relation to them, and my duty." "Your duty is no more to go back there and throw away your life," she found herself instantly contending, "than it is the duty of the young eagle, who has learned to fly, to go back to the nest where he was hatched." "But, Drennie," he said, gently, "sup pose the young eagle is the only, one that knows how to fly and suppose he could teaei. i.ne others? Don't you see? I've c.ly seen It, myself for little while." .. "What is It thatthat ju see now? "I must go back, not to relapse, but to come to be a constructive force, must carry some of the outside world to Miserv. I must take to them, be cause I am" one of them, gifts that they would reject from other hands." From the house came the strains of an alluring waltz. For a little time they listened without speech, then the girl said very gravely: "You won't you won't still feel bound to kill your enemies, will you. Samson?" ; " The man's face hardened. "I believe I'd rather not talk about that. I shall have to win back the confidence I have lost. I shall have to take a place at the head of my clan by proving myself a man and a man by their own standards. It is only at their head that I can lead them. If the lives of a few assassins have to be forfeited I shan't hesitate at that. I shall stake my own against them fairly. The end is worth it" The girl breathed deeply, then she heard Samson's voice again: "Drennie, I want you to understand that if I succeed it is your success. You took me raw and unfashioned, and you have made me. There is no way of thanking you." "There is a way," she contradicted "You can thank me by feeling Just that way about it." "Then I do thank you." The next afternoon Adrienne and Samson were sitting with a gayly chat ! tering group at the side lines of the tennis courts. "When you go back to the moun tains. Samson," Wilfred was suggest ing. "we might form a partnership. 'South, Horton & Co., Development of Coal and Timber. There are millions in it." "Five years ago I should have met you with a Winchester rifle, laughed the Kentuckian. "Now I shall not I'll go with you. Horton, and make a sketch or two," volunteered George Lescott, who had just then arrived frdm town. "And, by the way, Sam son, here's a letter that came for you Just as I left the studio." The mountaineer took the envelope with a Hixon postmark, and for an Instant gazed at it with a puzzled ex pression. It was addressed in a femi nine hand, which he did not recognize It was careful, but perfect, writing, such as one sees in a school copybook. With an apology he tore the covering and read the letter. Adrierine, glanc ing at his face, saw it suddenly pale and grow as set and hard as marble Samson's eyes were dwelling with only partial comprehension on the script. This is what he read: (TO BE CONTINUED.) TAKE DISEASE FROM WHITES Tuberculosis Among Alaskan In dians Has Been Laid at the Door of the "Paleface." The great prevalence of all forms of tuberculosis among the Alaskan In dians, as proved by a reDoirt bv Dr Emll Krulish, is explained by the Journal of the American Medical Asso ciation as follows: (Tuberculosis is a comparatively flew infection amone Indiana. h- stowed upon them by the benevolent paleface along with firewater and cer tain other blessings of civilization. Among these blessings must probably be counted scarlet fever measles. In fluenza, whooping cough and diphthe ria. Not yet possessing the racial im munity which It takes many genera tions to acquire, the poor Indian suf fers from them in greater degree than does the white, and more frequently dies of them. Then there are the overcrowding and the unsanitary con ditions prevailing in most of .the homes or tuberculosis sufferers: Is while at least this much, good arises ffrom their misfortune that after the (disease is well developed in- them its progress (unless they are well cared for) In rapid, and death removes what would otherwise remain a, menacing focus of infection." Tuberculosis was one of the chief causes of the dying out of the Ib dians alt over North America. Two Famous Names. Thomas Atkins" is a newcomer compared with "Jack Tar" of the senior service. "Jack Tar" as a nickname for a sailor is first recorded in 1786. but sailors were known as "tars" for more than a hundred years before that The name already appears in literature in the latter half of the seventeenth cen tury. "Tar" may be short for "tar paulin." Sailors were called ''tarpau lins" early In the seventeenth century. Tarpaulin, of course, is canvas tarred to. make it waterproof, and the sailors' hat made of that material, sometnlng like a sou'-wester was called a tar paulin. However that may be, British sailors have been "honest tars," "Jolly tars" and "gallant tars" "for 200 years. There is more steel and oil about a modern battleship than tarry rope, perhaps, but probably Jack will remain Jack Tar for another hundred yeari yet. Manchester Guardian. First English Newspaper. The first newspaper printed in the English language, with Its old English type and its quaint account, of events in foreign countries, was a pamphlet Issued in 1621. its title, "Corrant or Nevves from Italle; GermanU. France and other places,". Is as curious as its contents. For many years it had been supposed that no copy of the Corrant was in existence, but recently, a copy of this interesting document waa di covered. BROUGHT BACK a a in -VI l m m ."w,i m IUKAL HEAL l 5 IJe About 6In(erestlo J Of SeriOUS Fema aT .li J? ntU0 4 K. inea oy ineUse of Card Walnut Cove. N. p ., Rothrock, of this town, -aVS" , two years ago I was in vJ . E. for three or four months " At this , time I had .'," fonnkl. nrUir.U , - "JUS "wuuic, nuitu litBien SPVtr,,!.. , v weeks. I got awfullv u . ,1. : ?riiii( scarcely go. and mv n,,.," ucoai ought to be in bed, Sai My two sisters, who hart,,,..,. with good results and Lari! as a tonic, recommended if'TLI me, saying It is a fine medic, r J J felt if I lived I thing to help me. and n.v' cihes had failed to reiie P thought I would try Carrim l ah's tonic. At this time I wa" ,? skin and bones. I seemed to imorove nft, ,v. of the second bottle of rv.,,. .S trouble stonned. T a., ft 1 - u.iC1CU I (J CO ... 0 v e- uai. tt. my fit.. and health. T tnnlr fw-Q ,enK and got back my natnmi Ul health, also my flesh, and could dn work easily. " mi. ; 1 aiiis sprine 1 was nm health' ho1 ! HQ it took nearly three bottles otcur a tonic, and it hmmrVit mis i. . ' iiiti uaLK. LQ Tn. natural state of healih. ' Last week I put ud 78 iars of which I could not have done hPJ taking Cardui. I am elad 1 it, and I hope other women will too" Your case may not be as bad as th above, but even If only a mild suggest that you beein tnflaviVJ u.. uui, vuo nuuioua lUIiil;. AQV, His Turn Next Diner See here, where are oysters I ordered on the haft shell' waiter Don't get lmnatient were areffle short on shells- h you're next, sah. Boston Eveni x ranscnpi "CASCARETS" ACT ) No sick headache, biliousness, ad taste or constipation by morning. Get a 10-cent box. , Are you; keeping your bowels, Uvet, and stomach clean, pure and fresh with , Cascarets, or merely forcing i passageway every few days with Salts, Cathartic Pills, Castor Oil or Purgative Waters? v Stop having a bowel wash-day. Let Cascarets thoroughly eleanse and reg ulate the stomach, remove the soar and fermenting food and foul gases, take the excess bile from the liver and carry out of the system all th . constipated waste matter and poisons in the bowels. A Cascaret to-night will make you feel great by morning. They work while you sleep never gripe, sicken or cause any inconvenience, and cost only 10 cents a box from your store. Millions of men and women take a Cascaret now and then and never have Headache, Biliousness, Coated Tongue, Indigestion, Sour Stomach oi Constipation. Adv. .4 He Certainly Did. "Smithers," said the lawyer to his clerk, "what is Mr. Jarley's telephone number?" "Do you wish his exact number?" asked the busy clerk, absent-mindedly. IF HAIR IS TURNING GRAY, USE SAGE TEA Don't Look Oldl Trv Grandmother'i Recipe to Darken and Beautify Gray, Faded, Lifeless Hair. j Grandmother kept her hair beauti- wim a brew of Sage Tea and Sulphur. Whenever her hair fell out or took on that dull, faded or streaked appear ance, this simple mixture was applied with wonderful effect By asking at s-ny drug store for "Wyeth's Sage and bulphur Hair Remedy." vou will eet large bottle of this old-time recipe, ready to use. for about 50 cents. This simple mixture can be depended upon to restore natural color and beauty to the hair and is splendid for dan druff, dry, itchy scalp and falling hair. A well-known drueeist savs every ooay uses Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur, because It darkens so naturally a evenly that nobody can tell it has been applied it's SO aa.sv trt una tnn You simply dampen a comb or soft brush and draw it through your hair, taking one strand at a time. By morning the gray hair disappears: after an other application or two, it is re stored to its natural color and look Klossy, soft and abundant. Adv. Dlaanoaed. ''How did vou lrnnw voiir Datient had appendicitis, doctor?" I operated on him." M IMI vu rr a w a rmi T .... After TaJdar ELIXIR BABEK . "MJ little duyhter, 10 years old, sunejy oearty a year with chill and fever, most of time under the doctor's care. I waa dteco iw ana & mend a.dvlnd me to try . a chill since. It completely cured her." Cyras Helms, SOS E St., N. E., Washington, D J Elixir BabekSO cents, all druggists Parcels Post prepaid from Kloczewftii Washington, D. C ON LIVER BOWELS So-alled friends are BlentiM-1 long as your money holds out v t
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