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CHAPTER XXII—Continued
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“Morgan Norris killed Buck Con
rad and freed Lou.”
“How many men has your fa
ther?" Jeff asked Ruth.
“Four besides himself. Others
will be here after a while."
He flung another question at her,
his voice harsh and swift. Nothing
in manner or speech betrayed the
swift awareness of her, passionate
and fierce, that sent a heat running
through his strong body.
“How many more?”
“I don’t know. Six or seven. And
the word is being passed to other
cattlemen. They will send men too.”
She broke down, with a sob. After
so many hours of desperate fear it
was too much to find him not dead
but alive and full ol the energy
that seemed in him so much more
vital than in others.
Ruth cried, in explanation, “We
heard firing as we came into town.”
Jeff flung out a hand, to push the
memory from him. “They . . .
killed Hank Ransom, my friend,
who was hiding me.”
“How did you escape?" she mur
mured.
“I wasn’t there. I left him . . .
alone . . . after he was wounded.”
“No!” she denied. “It isn’t true.”
“I thought I had to go, to save
us. Before I got back they had
him.”
She moved closer, filled with pity
for him. “He would understand—
if he were alive,” she said gently.
The faint, tender smile on her
lips, the wistful eagerness to com
fort him, were too much for her
self-restraint.
He caught her to him—held her
warm, breathing body close and
looked down into the face that held
for him the lovely youth of the
world incarnate.
Again guns sounded.
rve got to go,” he said.
‘Go where?’*
Ruth asked the question, though
she knew the answer.
“I must join your father. There
Is still fighting.’*
“How can you get to him?” If
you’re seen on the street—”
“I’ll get to him.”
Her brown arms, soft and warm,
were about his neck, fingers inter
laced. Jeff broke the hold, gen
tly, but with irresistible strength.
Without a word, with no good-by,
abruptly he turned and walked out
of the room.
Nelly was still sleeping peaceful
ly, an arm flung across her eyes to
shield them from the light
CHAPTER XIV
The barking of Ransom’s dog up
set the plans of Morgan Norris for
a surprise., He had forgotten about
Laddie, though everybody in Tail
Holt knew the great affection of the
blacksmith and the collie for each
other. Since the loud and angry
protest of Laddie at his presence
annoyed him, Norris followed his
impulse and killed the animal.
Mile High did not like it. To kill
a man was one thing, but to kill a
faithful dog quite another.
“What’s the idea in that?” he
asked resentfully.
The killer snarled something.
What he said was not important.
Gray had come out of the cabin
and was standing in the moonlight,
his open hand raised in the old
peace sign.
jn orris gave a derisive yell and
fired. Others in his crowd followed
the example set. Hank Ransom
was beside the marshal now. He
blazed away with a rifle. A mo
ment later he went down and Gray
had snatched up the Winchester.
The wounded man crawled back
into the cabin. His companion re
treated, still answering the fire of
the attackers, and slammed the
door after him. One of the outlaws
sat on the ground. He was nursing
a shattered elbow and cursing vio
lently.
“Find cover, boys,” Norris or
dered. “We don’t want to get killed
while we’re smoking these birds
out.”
He could have saved his breath.
The others were already on their
way to get out of sight
Norris sent two men to make a
wide circle and get to the rear of
the cabin. “If they try to make a
break, crack at them. We'll be
there on the jump.”
For some minutes there was des
ultory firing. The attackers moved
closer, but gave that up when a
second man was wounded.
Mile High got an idea. “Let’s
dynamite the rocks above and send
them down on the cabin. They’ll
come scuttling out like rabbits if
the avalanche doesn’t kill them.”
A man was sent to get dynamite
from Sanger’s store. When he re
turned, Mile High' led a party to
the rimrock. Before he succeeded
in sending a big boulder crashing
down on the adobe cabin he was
driven away by a surprise attack.
As they retreated to join their com
panions below, he noticed that one
of them was missing.
"Anybody seen Clint Doke?" he
asked.
"They must have got him up
there,” someone said. "Where did
all those fellows come from?”
"I wouldn’t know,” Mile High
said bitterly. “We start out to round
up one red-headed guy and we
bump into a whole passel of them.”
The gunfire below became more
rapid. They could see the flashes
of the exploding shots in the dark
ness.
“There’s a heap of shooting from
that cabin,” a black-browed outlaw
grumhled. “Looks to me like there
are more than two men there.”
They found Norris and the man
with him backing away from the
battle. He was in a vile humor. At
the last moment victory had been
snatched from him. What had oc
curred he did not yet know, but it
was clear that an irruption of al
lies had poured in on the defend
ants.
"Thought you were going to wipe
out the cabin with boulders from
above,” he snarled.
“Before we got started, a bunch
of men attacked us, killed Clint
Doke, and drove us away,” Mile
“Rats leave a sinking: ship,
don’t they?”
High explained. “I’m askin’ you
where all these warriors came
from.”
“I aim to find that out right damn
now,” Norris said savagely. “I’ll
give you my guess. That double
crossing son-of-a-gun Sherm How
ard threw down on us and sent
word to Chiswick and his friends to
come collect us. The rat figures
we’re sunk and he’s trying to suck
up to the law to save his own hide.
Wien I see him . .
He did not finish his sentence.
The malevolence of his voice was
threat enough.
“Maybe not, Morg. Don’t go off
half-cocked. Find out for sure be
fore you go too far. Sherm’s a wily
old bird. He may wiggle us out
of this jam yet. We don’t even
know yet who these men are who
jumped us.”
"Outside of Chiswick and his cat
tle friends this country is filled with
absentees when it comes to gun
men ready to tackle me and my
crowd,” Norris retorted angrily.
“Get the boys together. Mile High,
and don’t let them separate. By
morning we may have the worst
bear-fight on our hands you ever
saw. Meet you at the Golden Nug
get in half an hour.”
“Where you going now?”
“I told you I was aimin’ to have
a li’l talk with Sherm Howard,”
the killer said out of the corner of
his thin-lipped mouth. “I’ll say he’d
better have a good story to tell me,
too.”
“I’ll go with you, Mile High said
hurriedly.
Norris swung round on him,
standing on the balls of his feet,
angry eyes glaring through slitted
lids. “By God, you won’t.”
Mile High looked at him for a
long moment, then gave way with
a shrug. There was no doing any
thing with Norris when he was in a
rage. Clearly he was working him
self up into one now. The issue
was not important enough to justify
a quarrel. Trust Sherm Howard to
talk some sense into his head. The
old fox would know how to handle
Morg.
The outlaw did not find Sherman
Howard at home. After pounding
on the door for some time, he
roused Lou, who demanded sleepily
what he wanted.
"I want the old man,” Norris
cried with an oath. “Where is he?”
“That you, Morg? I dunno where
he is. I been asleep. Last time
I saw him was at the Golden Nug
get.”
“Get up and dress,” the badman
ordered harshly. “There’s a heluva
war on and you can’t duck it Get
yore gun and come out here.”
“What you mean, a war?”
“Chiswick’s warriors are in town.
They’ve done killed Doke and
wounded two-three more. You’re in
this, fellow, and don’t you forget
it."
Lou protested, in vain. Reluc
tantly he dressed and joined the
other.
“Scoot down to the cottonwood
grove and report to Mile High,”
the bandit told him. “See you show
up pronto. If you don’t. I’ll take
care of you personal. Understand?”
Norris turned on his heel and
swaggered away, fury still burning
within him.
He walked into the back door of
the Golden Nugget. Day would
break in another hour or two, but
the place hummed with life.
No gambling was taking place,
but there was plenty of drinking.
Men stood around in groups, all of
them armed, though in some cases
the weapons were concealed. For
by this time all Tail Holt knew that
a showdown was at hand. The bat
tle lines were drawn between the
outlaws and the cattlemen, between
Gray and Chiswick on the one side
and Howard and Norris on the
other.
Morg Norris was a marked man
as he walked to the bar. The talk
suspended, and all eyes rested on
him. He was the fighting spearhead
of the lawless forces, just as Sherm
Howard was the directing brain.
Men watched him, to get a clue to
future action. They meant to play
safe. If the outlaws were going to
win, they wanted to be with them
at the finish. But if law was com
ing into the mesquite, if the day of
the killer and the thief was at an
end, they wanted to make over
tures to Chiswick, or, in case they
had gone too far for that, to slap a
saddle on a bronc and leave swiftly
for parts unknown.
Norris ordered a drink and asked
curtly where Sherm Howard was.
The bartender Pete nodded a
head toward the office.
“How are cases, Morg?” some
one asked with what indifference he
could assume.
The killer showed his teeth in a
snarl. “Fine. How would they
be going?”
“I hear Chiswick is in town with
a bunch of his men,” another said
casually.
Morg took the drink at a gulp.
"You hear correctly." He slanted
insolent eyes at the man. “You
pullin’ on the bit to get a crack at
them, Sliipa?”
Without waiting for an answer he
turned his back on them and walked
into the office, closing the door be
hind him. In the room were three
men, Sherman Howard, Curt Dubbs,
and a man named Yorky who usual
1 ly hovered close to the stout man.
It was generally understood he was
a guard.
The three men looked up. None
of them spoke for a moment. How
ard felt a premonition of disaster.
He said, "Any news, Morg?”
Norris moved a little closer, car
rying his body with a lithe, catlike
grace. His shallow eyes were nar
rowed to shining slits. A light
played on the surface as it does on
agate marbles. The face of the
man was venomous.
“Plenty,” he snarled.
The heart of the big man died.
He wanted to call out a warning to
Yorky, but he dared not. His
glance darted here and there, seek
ing help, then came back to the
dark agates fixed on him. The
muscles of his fat face twitched as
he fought to control himself. The
man had come to kill him. He did
not doubt that.
“Did you get Gray?” Yorky
asked, his chair tilted back against
the wall and his hands thrust into
trouser pockets. He knew Norris
was in a sullen rage, but he had no
guess that an explosion was im
minent.
“No, we didn’t get Gray,” the
outlaw answered with a sneer. “We
weren’t sent to get Gray, but for
him and his crowd to get us. You’ll
be glad to know, Howard, you dou
ble - crossing coyote, that yore
friends Gray and Chiswick have
rubbed out Clint Doke and maybe
others. Tracy they have wounded.
Menger too.”
Howard raised a trembling, ham
like hand in protest “Don’t talk
foolishness, Morg. Why would I
throw down on the boys and join
up with my enemies? You ought to
know me better than that. It doesn’t
make sense.”
“Rats leave a sinking ship, don’t
they? Sure I know you—clear
through. You tried to have me
bumped off before. Now you’ve sent
for Chiswick’s crowd. Trying to
play in with them and save yore
self.”
“Listen, Morg. Don’t get excited.
Listen to me.” Howard made a mo
tion to raise himself from the seat
He did not get halfway up.
Norris whipped out a forty-five
and fired three times. Howard
caught at his stomach and sank
back into the chair. Any one of the
bullets would have been fatal.
The wolfish face of the killer
turned on the others. “Want any of
my game, either of you?” he de
manded.
Dubbs tried to speak and found
he could not. The big eyes in his
white face stared at the killer.
"We’re not in this, Morg,” Yorky
said. “If you and Sherm had a dif
ficulty, that wasn’t our business.”
“You bet it wasn’t.” Norris went
on exultantly: “I’ll take care of this
show, boys. That scoundrel was
playing both ends. We’ll sweep this
riffraff out of Tail Holt before twen
ty-four hours. I’m sending a call
for the boys to come in from the
hills.”
“Sure. Sure. That’s the way.”
Dubbs got his approval out hoarsely
from a dry throat.
“We’ll go into the other room and
tell the boys,” Norris swaggered.
“And don’t throw me down if you’re
figuring on health.”
He herded them into an outer
room and explained to a dozen ex
cited men that he had killed How
ard because he was betraying them.
While Norris still had the floor,
the door opened and a man stag
gered into the room. His face was
blood-stained from a gash over the
temple. Apparently he had been
roughly handled. The man was Clint
Doke.
Norris stared at him. “I heard
they had got you.”
“He left me for dead,” Doke ex- '
plained.
“Who did?”
“Jeff Gray.”
He told his story.
Jeff slipped around the corner of
the Presnall boarding-house to the
road. Nobody was in sight within
fifty yards, but as he looked he
heard the drumming of horses’
hoofs crossing the bridge at the end
of town. He drew back into the
shadow of the building to let the
riders pass. Before they reached
him he saw the glint of moonlight
on the barrels of rifles.
To the surprise of Gray the party
drew up at the Presnall house. A
young fellow swung from a saddle
and moved forward. He recognized
Bob Chiswick, and at once called
his name.
Bob pulled up short.
The marshal said, “Jeff Gray,”
and stepped out to meet the boy.
“By Jupiter, you’re alive!” Bob
cried.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Chemical Industry Is Putting Luster
in Textiles by Using Lobster Shells
Gourmets who have been troubled
about what to do with empty lobster
shells will be pleased to know that
the chemical industry is finding uses
for the material. The horny armor
of lobsters and other crustaceans
has been found to be a starting ma
terial for the manufacture of chem
icals which give a soft, lustrous fin
ish to textiles, reports a writer in
the Chicago Tribune.
I The material which makes up the
protective coatings of crustaceans
and insects is known as chitin. It
differs profoundly from the hard
materials used in the skeletons or
armor of other forms of animal
life. The supporting matter of
sponges is calcium silicate. The
shells of oysters, clams, and snails
are built of calcium carbonate, or
limestone. The bones of vertebrates
consist of calcium phosphate. Each
of these three compounds is min
eral in nature. The chitin found
in crustaceans, on the other hand, is
an organic substance and one that
bears little chemical resemblance
to any other component of living
matter.
Perhaps its nearest chemical re
lation is the cellulose of plants. Cel
lulose is a complex combination of
a great number of sugar molecules.
When subjected to the prolonged
destructive action of dilute acids
it is eventually broken down into
sugar. Chitin is an analogous com
plex, not of sugar, but of a sub
stance called acetyl glucosamine.
This last substance is as compli
cated as its name. It is a com
pound of acetic acid and glucosa
mine. The latter, the essential
building stone of the chitin mole
cule, is in turn a compound of sugar
and ammonia. Glucosamine pos
sesses most of the properties of the
sugars. In addition it has the alka
line action of ammonia.
Snakes Do Not “Dance”
When a snake sways to the trills
of an Indian snake charmer’s flute
it isn’t “dancing”; it is in deadly
earnest. The snake has no respect
whatsoever for music, sways only
to aim a blow at the charmer, who,
too, is swaying. The only reason
India’s snake charmers, indeed,
most charmers, don’t succumb to
the attacks of their “pets” is be
cause the snake’s fangs have been
removed. It’s a rare snake “tam
er” who plays around with a crea
ture capable of doing much harm.
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6Robin Hood9
Is Favorite
of Children
By ELIZABETH C. JAMES
DERHAPS the first time that you
* met Robin Hood and his Merry
Men, you were a little child and
were in bed with the measles. Per
haps your mother sat by the window
where a ray of light permitted her
to read to you from the stories of
Robin Hood. Anyway, you certain
ly remember Robin’s fight with
Little John.
One summer’s day Robin Hood
and his Merry Men stopped their
journey in the forest to rest in the
shade. Their leader set out to rove
the woods alone.
taking his horn
which he used to
summon his men
should he need them.
Going along gayly
Robin found himself
over a rushing river
on a narrow log
bridge, face to face
with a man seven
feet tall. Hot words
passed between i
uiem ior neuner Elizabeth
would go back to al- James
low the other to pass
first. Pulling an arrow from his
sheaf and placing it to his long
bow, Robin prepared to end this ar
gument, but the tall man taunted
him with the name of coward.
“Do you not see me unarmed ex
cept for a staff?’’ Cried his oppo
nent. “And yet you would use your
bow.”
Rbbin left the bridge and cut him
self a stout cudgel from a tree. Re
turning he faced the tall man and
they began to fight, both balancing
on the narrow log.
Robin Hood Falls.
A blow from Robin’s staff seemed
to shiver the bones of the other, but
a quick stroke nearly cracked the
crown of Robin’s head. Thus they
were struggling, hand to hand,
when a dextrous stroke from the
stranger tumbled Robin Hood into
the water. Pulling himself from
the river by the overhanging boughs
of a bush, Robin gave a mighty
blast on his horn. Running at top
speed came his band of Merry Men
in their liveried suits of green. See
ing their leader wet from head to
foot, they asked the reason, and
when Robin told them of the fight
they beset the stranger to give him
a ducking.
“Stop!” cried Robin Hood. “If
this brave man will join us, he can
become a member of the Merry
Men!”
Shouts greeted these words, and
the tall man agreed to accept this
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
The authors of the Robin Hood
stories are unknown as individu
als but much can be deducted
about them as a group. They
hated the rich Normans who had
taken the best of everything in
England, they hated many of the
churchmen who taxed the people
excessively in the name of reli
gion. Robin Hood was their
champion for he robbed the rich
and helped the poor. What King
Arthur was to the nobility, Robin
Hood was to the poor.
The deeds of Robin Hood have
come down to us in ballads which
were told and sung by the eve
ning camp fires, long before the
people could read or write.
invitation, having heard much of
Robin Hood’s men.
“We must have a feast in his
honor,” they cried and set about
preparing the venison and wines.
And so it was that on a summer’s
day in their secret haunt in Sher
wood Forest, Robin and his Merry
Men took Little John to be one of
their band.
Robin the Archer.
Another day Robin Hood heard of
an archery tournament which he
very much wished to win. Wearing
a disguise he entered the contest
and was soon left with only one
opponent, a slender youth who shot
with grace and skill. When the last
round came, Robin stepped back to
give first place to his opponent, who
in turn gave way to Robin Hood.
Then the outlaw saw that the hands
of his opponent were trembling. So
Robin Hood stepped to the mark and
shot his arrows, making a perfect
score. The youth missed the cen
ter of the target by a small margin.
It was then time to remove dis
guises. When the villagers saw
Robin Hood they were astonished
for they knew that the Sheriff of
Nottingham was searching for him.
At this very moment the Sheriff
dashed up on his horse and a free
for-all fight began. The villagers
helped Robin Hood for they loved
him as a hero. In the confusion
Robin noticed the slender youth be
side him, fighting in his defense.
When the fight was over, Robin
sought out the youth and inquired
why he had fought thus in his be
half. The youth removed his dis
guise and his cap; beautiful long
hair fell to his shoulders. Robin
gasped, for the slender youth was
really Maid Marian, Robin’s sweet
heart.
Robin Hood and his sweetheart
rode away together, leaving the vil
lagers smiling.
A Ball Syndicate—WNU Service.
Frosting a Cake for Judges to Sample
A professional cake baker, frosting one of the hundreds of cakes
which were made up in the Experimental Kitchen Laboratory, main
tained by C. Houston Goudiss in New York City, in the course of
selecting the winners in his recent Cake Recipe Contest.
By C. HOUSTON GOUDISS
"^ATURALLY, I am accustomed
' to seeing exhibits of delicious
and interesting foods in the Exper
imental Kitchen Laboratory that I
maintain in New York City. But
in all the years of its existence, it
has never been a busier nor a
more inviting place than during
the last few weeks when the home
economists on my staff have been
busily testing and judging the
many fine cake recipes sub
mitted by readers of this paper in
our recent Cake Recipe Contest.
Imagine, if you can, a big cheer
ful and colorful kitchen filled
with long tables upon which row
after row of handsome cakes
were arranged—proudly testifying
to the skill of the homemakers
who cherish 'the recipes from
which they were made.
Every Type of Cake Entered.
A whole tableful of white cakes,
with and without icing. Chocolate
and cocoa cakes of every possible
type. All manner of cakes, fra
grant and delicious — spice, ice
cream, honey, caramel, maple
syrup, nut, date, pineapple, or
ange, lemon, butterscotch, jam,
banana, raisin, oatmeal, cocoanut
and marble cakes. Cakes baked
in long sheets, square cakes,
round cakes, layer cakes. Old
fashioned cakes from grand
mothers’ recipe books. Very mod
ern and up-to-date cakes. And
even one that was said to have
been a favorite with General Rob
ert E. Lee. I’ve never seen any
thing to compare with the collec
tion, even at the biggest State
Fair!
Do you wonder that the home
economists on my staff required
several weeks to pick the win
ners? For with such a wealth of
exceptional cakes from which to
choose, selecting those for top
honors, was indeed difficult.
The cake bakers were trained
for their work. They followed the
recipes precisely. They measured
accurately. They checked oven
temperatures.
The scoring system was highly
scientific. And we can say with
conviction that no matter how
close the race, the winners defi
nitely outpointed even their clos
est rivals.
First Prize Winner.
The first prize of $25.00 went to
Mrs. D. F. Kelly, 1004 Charles St.,
Whitewater, Wis.
Second Prize Winners.
The five second prizes were
awarded to Mrs. H. Harshbargen
of 2427 Fifth Ave., Altoona, Pa.;
R. A. Williams, 12075 Rosemary
Ave., Detroit, Mich.; Mrs. C. A.
Burns, Box 788, Oakland, Miss.;
Miss Sadie Cunningham, Avon
more, Pa.; and Mrs. Laura Mey
er, 107 Pleasant St., Plymouth,
Wis.
Third Prize Winners.
Mrs. T. H. Fjone, Flaxville,
Mont.; Mrs. Lester Ralston, 127
South Judd St., Sioux City, Iowa;
Mrs. Harry A. Kramer, 16 Marin
Road, Manor, Calif.; Mrs. F. D.
McDonald, Route 1, Amherst,
AROUND
THE HOUSE
Dull-Bottomed Pans.—Save heat
and money by using pots and
pans with black or satin-finished
bottoms, which absorb heat more
evenly and rapidly than those with
shiny bottoms.
* • •
Help Children Help Selves.—
Buttons on small children’s cloth
ing should be from % to IV*
inches in diameter so that the
child can easily button his own
clothes.
* * •
Flush-Type Molding.—By using
flush-type steel or wood moldings
dust-catching corners may be
eliminated and the housework
made easier and more thorough.
* • •
Wrap Meats to Store.—Research
shows that cooked meat stored in
a refrigerator loses the least
weight when wrapped in paraffin
paper or stored in a covered con
tainer.
Texas; Vera Tygar, Commodore,
Pa.; Mrs. George Ahlborn, R. D.
No. 1, Mt. Pleasant, Pa.; Mrs. B.
A. Robinson, Box 578, Emmett,
Idaho; Jean Guthrie, 4712 Camp
bell St., Kansas City, Mo.; Mrs.
Walter Richter, Bonduel, Wis.;
Mrs. P. C. Blakely, Alden, Mich.
Honorable Mention.
Emogene Williams, Damon,
Texas; Mrs. Simon Moen, Norma,
N. D.; Mrs. Dick Collins, Mason
ville, Iowa; Mrs. B. F. Herman,
Box 1118, Crosby, Miss.; Mrs.
Paul Lorenz, P. O. Box 225,
Strathmore, Calif.; Mrs. S. S. Ar
entz, Simpson, Nev.; Mrs. Vida
Hiiger, Box 257, Rockland, Mich.;
Mrs. Grace H. Peterson, Box 335,
Amherst, Wis.; Mrs. Cecil Skin
ner, Bedford, Wyo.; Mrs. Joe Fur
nace, 317 West Twentieth St.,
South Sioux City, Neb.
My thanks and my compliments
to every homemaker who submit
ted a recipe. I only regret that
everyone who submitted a recipe
could not win a prize.
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Just send a postcard to C. Houston
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World of Difference
Many a man has mistaken
“gall” for grit.
How Women
in Their 40's
Can Attract Men
Here's good advice lor a woman during her
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Get more fresh air, 8 nrs. sleep and If you
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especially for women. It helps Nature build
up physical resistance, thus helps give more
vivacity to enjoy life and assist calming
jittery nerves and disturbing symptoms that
often accompany change of life. WELL
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A Man of Wealth
A learned man has always
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The crying of children is some
times an indication of WORMS
in the system. The cheapest
and quickest medicine for rid
ding children or adults of these
parasites is Dr. Peery’s “Dead
Shot” Vermifuge. 60c a bottle
at druggists or Wright’s Pill
Co., 100 Gold St.,New York.N.Y.
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