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OPPORTUNITY.
fair, tall and limber-limbed, behold, she
waits
Beside the stony path o'er which I wend
My anxious way, and gayly Indicates
By beckonings and smiles my Journey's
end.
By signs she tells me that the joys I seek
Await me there. With energy anew
And hope's fresh flush upon my faded
cheek,
'Mid cruel thorns and noxious weeds and
rue
[ struggle on that I may call her mine
E'er she depart as oft she hath before;
That full into my own her eyes may shine;
That I may clasp her close, all sorrows
o'er.
But when I reach the spot whereon she
stood
No answering word or touch Is mine to
know;
All echolesß, from gray and lonely wood
Cold, cheerless, cutting winds upon me
blow.
I weep as I recall her many charms
And fold, ambitionless, my empty arms.
—W. H. T. Shade.
FREE-LANCE:
By CHAL'NCY C. HOTCHKISS
(Copyright, 1997, by D. Appleton & Co. All
rights reserved. 1
CHAPTER IV.—CONTINUED.
One hand WAS played to the advantage
of the officer. That was to be expected.
Then another went smoothly enough in be
half of the fox, after which, though with
out moving, I looked sharply for the end.
The method was slightly unusual, though
conceived and executed with skill. They
had each been in the habit of tilting back
on the rear legs of their chairs as they picked
up their hands and conned them. As the
last card was dealt and the balance of the
pack laid aside, the officer settled himself -
backward, while the fellow nearest me did
the same thing but a second later. It was
then the fine play came in. Seeming to lose
his balance, ts save himself from a fall he
threw out a foot which caught beneath the
officer's chair, sending that party over onto
the broad of his back and bringing himself
down on the four legs of his seat. With
the rapidity of a skilled villain, I saw him
draw cards from his pocket, throwing those
dealt him onto the surplus pack, then
slamming his false hand face down on the
table, he jumped to the assistance of his
companion.
The officer accepted the rough apologies
offered him, and, after dusting himself with
bis handkerchief, played out the hand. It
fell to his lot to lose, and he paid with a
good grace.
As was usual, the winner proposed a part
ing dram and set up a loud clamor for the
waiter to fetch a bottle of rum, swearing he
would have no more of the like of the wine
he had been drinking, the empty bottle of
which stood betwixt them on the table.
Now had the waiter been forthcoming, I
would probably have less of a tale to tell.
But 'twixt the heat, long hours and the
present lack of custom, he had doubtless
fallen asleep and was deaf to the calls given
him. Anyway, after fruitless bawling by the
winner, the officer took a hand in the mat
ter by turning his attention to me, for he
shouted:
"Here, ye lazy son of a bullock pricker!
st»p out and find the waiter, and be damned
to yoa!" at the same time hurling the emp
ty bottle at me.
The glass missile struck me fairly on the
wounded arm, about an inch above where
the negro's knife had entered. For an in
stant it gave me exquisite pain, but the
sling did much to deaden the force of the
blow, though it had naught to do with
lessening the towering anger to which both
words and bottle had brought me. In six
strides I was on them, and upsetting the
card-sliarper, chair and all, with my open
palm I dealt the naval man a blow in the
face, lying him backward in the dust where
he had been but a short time before.
With this my anger slipped away from
m» like breath from polished steel, and I
saw but the comic side of the two sprawling
in the dirt.
Never could I hold heat longer than a
wire (though I take it as readily), and had
they been quick to acknowledge the mistake
that had been made, I would have cried
them quits, and even joined them in a
dram.
But it was not so to be. After a few sec
onds' bewilderment, the officer scrambled
to his feet, and, pulling his sword from its
scabbard, paused as though to take his
bearings for an onset. He was no more than
20 years of age, carrying plenty of the
marks of dissipation on him, and what with
bis dust-whitened clothes, bis boyish pro
portions, and his diwty face, he looked, with
his drawn sword, like a ruffled bantam.
I should have been obliged to hurl the
table at him in self-defense (which would
have been ill for him) had not at that mo
ment a cavalryman on a black charger driven
full tilt into the tavern yard, reining up
close to us.
CHAPTER V.
A TRIANGULAR QUARREL.
I knew of no reason to fear him, lnU it
gave me a start to recognize Scammell, in
the full uniform of a captain in De Fancy's
marauding tories. lie threw a quick glance
about him, taking in the angry belligerent
aDd his friend, who had picked himself up
and was standing at a sat\; distance with
his blade in bis hand, as though waiting a
favorable opportunity to rush in and take*
'a part in the muss. Though I fell under the
tory's eye, he did not at once recognize me,
for I had my beard at about a ten days'
growth, and was something more than pic
turesque in the shabbiness of my dress. He
immediately claimed the attention of my op
ponent by calling him by name.
"Hello, Belden! Something put out again,
eh? What the devil's the matter now?
Havs you not had lessons enough in your
own set that you must fall afoul of pot
ho'is;' loungers? What's amiss?"
"That villain has dared lay his hand on
me, and, by God! he's bound to pay the
penalty!" burst out Belden, for the first
time finding his voice.
"Which villain?" asked Scammell, as he
threw his leg over the saddle and came to
the ground with the bridle in the crook of his
elbow. "Faith, you look as though odds
were against you. I see two of them. 'Tis
your good luck I had a thirst that needed
slaking. On my soul, whom have we here?"
he exclaimed, scowling, as with a second
look he identified me. "Is it a fair quarrel, J
Belden? I'll weight your pockets with five
pounds «if you'll hand your rights to me,
unles* a matter of cheating at cards. —
What, *;rraki" lie demanded, walking to
ward me with a malignant look to his rather
fine features, "you were quick to offer me a
lesson awhile since. Are you as ready to
take one yourself at this meeting? How is
it you have outraged my friend and your
better?"
"Let thein alone, yer honor!" interposed
the card sharper, approaching. " "fis a tie
cause for the both. One was hit by a bottle,
the other grounded by a fist. Can't we have
a triilc o' fun with a hawbuck without in
terferences? Faith, the bullock man shall
have my sword, an' we'll Bee which is the
better carver! I'll back him, too, an' ye
may back yer friend the popinjay, whose one
merit lies in not knowing when he's well
beaten. Come, now! we'll to the Kalchook
Hill (a small elevation near the Collect, a
freshwater pond, which was on the site of
the present tombs. The gallows used for
military execution stood between it and the
Fields, or present City Hall park), an' have
it out. Fll —"
"What! you villain you! you low thief!
Get hence, or I'll scalp you!" interupted
Scammell, turning on him. "Kalchook
Hill, you dog! You would never go so near
the gallows on your own free will."
"Gallows, is it?" returned the fellow, still
holding his ground. "I tell ye, Scammell,
capting though ye be, ye are riper for the
gallows than am 1, an' this Fll back in any
way ye name."
Scammell, instead of falling on the fel
low in a fury, an act I looked for, snapped
his fingers in his face, and with a look
measuring him from head to foot replied
contemptuously:
"You dirty dog! Mighty brave you are
in the knowledge that a king's officer would
ne'er cross swords with such scum. Fll give
you one minute to be gone, and, failing, Fll
Bee you tied up and lashed. If you know me
well, you know 't will be done." And with
this he turned his back on the sharper, who,
far from obeying the hint to leave, stepped
away but a few paces.
"And now, my wild sea bird," said the
tory redirecting his attention to me, "arc
you willing to clear yourself with my
friend here? Give a fair explanation ofc
this affair if you can, or perhaps you would
l.ke to make a line point of the matter with
me in some quiet spo*. I might doubt my
rights to honorably cross swords with such
as you in a matter as private as this, but I
will forego all objections and ask no terms.
Ah! but you have an excuse; you will doubt
less plead a wound."
The deep insolence of his last remark
turned my dislike of the man to a sudden
hatred. 'Twas not the words, but his more
than unbearable manner of uttering them
that roused my ire and brought me to the
pitch of action. Had he been nearer, I
would have served hii# with my fist as 1 had
served Lounsbury, and would have re
gretted it at once for its lack of dignity.
Forgetting for the moment my assumed role,
I stood where he had found me, and an
swered :
"Capt. Scammell, my calling is the sea.
You are but a marauding bushwhacker, nor
can the curse be rubbed off you by a title or
hidden by fine trappings, and did you but
know it you would be honored by crossing
swords with me. As for an explanation, I
will satisfy you so far as to say that I pun
ished your friend for insulting me, and, by
the God above me, if you wish to carry this
further, I will punish you worse than I did
him! I could but defend myself from him,
a boy whose back I could break across my
knee, so he goes harmless. As for you, 1 will
fght you within the hour and ask for no
second."
"Good!" he broke in. "You gave the name
to the weapon. Let it be swords, and at
once. Remember," he went on with an
oath, and working himself into a rage, "ask
no quarter of me. Up or down I give no
mercy; let a l'outrance.be the word."
"Nay," said 1, fanned to an equal heat by
his blood-thirsty manner and the fury in
his eye—"nay, then, I will not kill you, vil
lain as you are, but, should I disarm you, or
you slip, I will beat you with the flat of my
sword until you roar for quarter, or I break
every bone in your foul hide! 'Twill be
scant mercy, as you were better killed out
right. Now look to it, for this I will do, or
my name is not Thorn—Lounsbury!"
I caught myself just in time, and started
violently as i discovered the trip of my
tongue. Both the others likewise gave a
jump, but it immediately transpired that
each had a different cause.
It was Scammell who first showed his rea
son for thus starting, and that was through
the insult I had offered him in degrading him
by a threatened beating. White with rage,
he threw aside the bridle, and drawing his
heavy saber, advanced on me with a torrent
of oaths.
Before I could do more than whip my left
arm out of its sling and lift the bulky table
in defense (for I was unarmed), the young
officer sprang between us.
"Hold hard, Scammell!—-Lounsbury! Are
you Capt. Lounsbury? Lounsbury, of Rye?
By my faith! but I came near making a
bull of it!—This thing can go no further
now, Scammell. I've been looking for the
man high and low for week. Clinton wants
him at once —at once! The order comes
from headquarters. What, man! Hold
hard!"
"Hold hard yourself!" shouted the tor)-,
as he tried to dodge the young officer. "No
further now! Do you think I'll brook such
worJs to my face and wait for formalities?
Ay, Lounsbury it is; and of Rye and the
phantom and the devil, for aught I care!
What can Clinton want with such a man?
Stand aside, you salt fish, and let me meet
him!"
"Call me no fish, you butcher-bird!"
snapped Bclden. "What ails your humor
to-day? Has the heat gotten your head?
You first pick my own quarrel away from
me, and then (lout me for looking to my own
interests. Has the fair Gertrude hipped
you, that you spleen so quickly? I tell you
my orders are imperative."
" 'Fore God, you sprat! An' you dare
twit me in public on my private affairs!"
shouted the tory, turning his wrath on the
naval officer. "Use but her name again, and
I'll spit you as you stand, you half a man!
IIow! Will you, too, fight?"
Stung by his words, and more than stung
by the reference to his short stature, Bel
den had whipped out the sjvord he had
sheathed and thrown himself into the
fencer's attitude.
"Fight? Ay, I'll fight! Put aside that
meat ax and use a gentleman's tool. I'll
show you that half a man is better than a
whole brute. My wrist is as fine as yours,
for all your brawn."
That Scammell'g blood had o'ercome his
brain was plainly apparent by the way he
threw his heavy saber to the ground and
ran toward the card-sharper. But that fel
low, anticipating his wants, brought up the
point of the weapon which he still held,
and presenting it at the breast of the on
comer, retreated a few steps and cried out;
"Nay, nay! Ye shall not have it. Settle
yer brawl as best ye may, but my sword is
mine, an' with me it shall bide. By the look
of it, ye must settle with the three of us.
I'ull out o' the pickle, an' ye can; ye shall
lia' no help or steel o' me."
Now while this was going on I had not
been idle with either brain or body. I saw
at once that Lounsbury had become a per
sonage of importance, and that he was un
known to Clinton by sight. That something
of moment wus on hand was also discovered,
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1899.
nnd it evidently lay in my power to thwart
the matter and confound the British. At
the same time, it would probably spread
open a path for me to leave the city, and
possibly in sonic manner show me a way to
lay hands on my gold. It was a fair chance
to act upon, and I could in no wise let harm
come to the young sailor until I knew more
or had been piloted on my way.
This was with my head. With my body I
simply moved to where lay Scammell'a
saber, and picked it up.
As I did so, the baffled officer turned and
saw the action. Foiled at every point, and
LOW unarmed and compassed by three
armed men, he swore and fumed like a bait
ed animal.
I saw the folly of his total loss of temper,
for had he not parted with it ho never
nould have been placed in his present posi
tion. He had quarreled and well-nigh fought
with three men in as many minutes, while
his blind fury had broupiit him to where he
was worsted and degraded at once.
As he stood there, too proud to retreat
and unable to advance, he glanced hastily
in every direction. In his desperation he
was doubtless looking for his horse and his
pistols in the holsters, and had he found
them there would have been bloodshed.
But his high-spirited animal, frightened at
my act of swinging aloft the table and the
shouts that followed, had tossed up head
iftid tail at once and gone galloping from the
yard, now being nowhere in sight.
And thus we stood for perhaps the space
of half a minute (though it seemed longer),
while at a distance gathered a number who
I.ad been drawn hither by the noise of the
brawl. 'Twas a mighty awkward predica
ment for Scammell, but Belden finally put
a period to the matter, and opened a way for
the tory to retreat. Slipping the point of
his sword into its scabbard, he thrust it
down with a ring, and cried:
"Avast, all hands! We're nothing short
of a pack of fools. Each of us has had a
thrust at his neighbor, and each in turn
has stood between two others. 'Tis the
prettiest muss I ever saw, so d—n me!
'Twas all beginnings and devil of an ending.
Let's make it up.—Come, Scammell you
might well go halfway to meet half a man.
By my faith, that's not bad.—Lounsbury,
I was a bullock myself, and ask pardon for
the bottle. So there's my sop.—Who's
next?"
Now my heart warms to a man who is
quick to take fire, whose wrath is like the
touch of a match to gunpowder, the force
(112 which is gone when its work is done; just
as I hate the sullen spirit of one who nurses
the last spark and sulks until its heat dies
for lack of fanning.
The generosity of the boy—for he was
little else—struck home to me, and 1 was
about offering my hand, when Scammell,
quick to take advantage of the turn of af
fairs, spoke up:
"So let it be if you say so, Belden! lam
overhot from the ride from the outer lines
at Kingsbridge. I'll willingly pass you and
yon fellow" —indicating the trickster with
"Two sprawling In the dirt."
a jerk of his head—"but I'll not be quits
with your new protege save but for the time
you need him. If Clinton wants him, I'll
spare him the while to do his dirty work, for
on honorable matters he would ne'er employ
such a man while his betters go begg ng.—
How now, sirrah?" he continued, turning
and advancing toward me. "You are glad
enough to accept the respite, I doubt not.
Will you name time and place to receive
your deserts?"
" 'Tis against my nature to duel in cold
blood; but, as my word is passed, I'll carry
through my promise. Where do you put
up?"
"At the King's Arms, truckler!"
"Then, sir, you lie close to the rod, for
there I stay al«o. For the time to meet you,
that must rest with Sir Henry. For the
place, that your howls be not heard by your
fellows, I make it the clump of trees in
Lepner's Meadows [an extensive tract of
drained swamp-land beyond the then city
limits, through about the center of which
now runs the present Canal street]. You
doubtless know the spot. As to the hour,
I will enlighten you at your quarters as soon
as may be.—Now, Mr. Belden, I am at your
disposal. Shall we get to headquarters?"
Saying this, I threw to the ground the
tory's saber and turned from him. Instead
of stooping for his side arm, Scammell
stepped around so as to again be before me,
and, though there was no abatement to the
malicious hatred in his eye, his voice fell to
a hoarse whisper as he said:
' By my faith, sir, it were better you had
stood and been run through than to have
I ut into my head the matter you have just
given me! More than that. It were better
that you had the devil and his horde
against you than Walter Scammell!"
And bending, he picked up his saber,
sheathed it, threw a careless salute to Bel
den, and walked off, the card-sharper join
ing the throng about the tavern door.
CHAPTER VI.
A FAIR PROSPECT.
Left alone with Belden, that worthy
looked me over slowly, and then holding out
his hand, said:
"On my soul, Lounsbury, you had best
shrive yourself! To tell the truth, I'm
mightily afraid of that fellow, who is no less
the brute 1 called him because I offered to
cry quits. He would be invincible with a
rapier, only he holds the light weapon with
too light a hand. He is all points and ticks,
and, unless you disarm him, it looks togo
hard with you. You will never get by his
guard."
"Thanks," said I, laughing, and taking hie
hand. "I've a trick or two, myself. What
does the general want with me now?"
"I have but a fraction of the matter, and
know my place too well to talk of it. Let
us step out; but, man, you'll never appear
at headquarters in such a rig! You would
be barred at the door!"
" 'Tis but the service of a razor and a
shift of clothes I need, and will soon have.
Will you bear me company to my lodgings?"
He agreed to this, and we set out down
Jjhte Bowery Lane to the Fields, past the
prison (now the Hall of Ketorda,
City IIaII IV.rk) and p«crhouge, *nd •«
elong the Broad #ay, chattinu like two old
friend* as we walked.
'Twas a strange coincidence, I
when I tound my companion was attached
to the Sprite, having been on hoard even at
the time 1 was telling a false tale of myself
in her cabin, he having been laid up below
through a wound received in a duel while
in Philadelphia. A jolly, light-hearted, dis
sipated boy he was, but as rampant a wor
shiper of royalty as has fallen to my lot to
meet.
lie could tell me nothing of Mrs. Badely
nnd her ward, Gertrude King (the latter to
ward whom I had an instinctive leaning),
save that they had long ago left the schoon
er and were in sumptuous quarters 011 Queen
street. Scammell's passion for the young
lady was no secret to him, and he made a
coarse joke at the expense of both, for
which I could have wrung his neck.
But all were alike in those days, it seemed
♦o me, and not once did I hear a woman re
spectfully spoken of, though the malignen
of the sex professed a readiness to lie down
and be trodden on when in the presence of
the least of the ladies of fashion. Such a
fulsome aping of fine manners on the streets
and off; such back-bending and courtesy
ing, froth, and hypocrisy; such affectation in
.speech and attitude; such utter prostra
tion before the god of mode and folly «s was
practiced by these puppets of the king in
this small copy of the court, never before or
since has it been the fortune of man to see.
Insincerity, heartlessness, and an absifrd
sensitiveness regarding so-called points of
honor ruled the day. And these were the
spirits who were expected to subdus the
hardy yeomanry of America!
But this is neither here nor there.
Well shorn, with a decent ribbon fur my
queue, a suit but a shade or two the worse
for wear, and a sword at iny thigh for ef
fect, we set off for our destination, Belden
having washed his dirty face and generally
groomed himself.
At this time Clinton's headquarters was
cn the Broadway, at No. 1, and opposite the
Bowling Green, being the same dwelling
wherein Washington had established him
self while the patriot troops occupied the
city.
'Twas strange to me that the British com
mander should have hit upon this house, not
• only because of its association, but from the
fact that it was, with some few mansions
to the north, cut off from the rest of the
city by the broad swath of ruin caused by
the great fire of September, 1776.
This conflagration had started (God
knows how!) near the Whitehall, and, under
the fanning of a strong wind, had burned
northwest, crossing the Broadway beJow
Trinity church, and from there laying low
everything clear to the Hudson and north
ward to nigh the city limits. Trinity went
with the rest, but by some mercy St. Paul's
was spared, as well as King's college [Co
lumbia college], the fire stopping just short
of Robinson street [now Park Place], on
which stood the latter.
No attempt had been made to rebuild or
even clear the ruins, and now 'twas a dan
gerous neighborhood, as the offscourings of
i the camp had taken possession of the whole
area, and utilizing old walls, beams, and
sails, had established a colony of violence
nnd filth, which "vent by the name of C'nn
vastown.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
GLADSTONE'S CORRECTNESS.
The Grand Olfl Mun Wiim on All U»-
cumloii* the Kimence of
Propriety,
Gladstone had a horror of indelfo*-
cies of all kinds much like that of Gen-
Grant. It was often said in England fcs>
a person who had told an anecdote witk
ever so slight a tinge of impropriety!
"How many thousands of pounds would,
you take to tell that to Gladstone?"
Again, he had a rooted aversion U»
profiting, directly or indirectly, by hi*
public opportunities. He was an inno
vating finance minister. Constantly
was his active intelligence rearranging
the details and incidence of taxation.
A hint from- him would have meant a
fortune; 3-et no man ever got it. "No
mysterious secrets were ever offered
for sale, as coming from him," it ia
written of him, "in exchange or bourse.
Squint suspicion asserted many incred
ible things of him, but the most wan
ton slanderer never dared suggest that
anyone in his entourage or intimacy
ever profited a penny by a look, a lisp,
a gesture from him when in office."
He would never allow his name to be
used in any business enterprises. In
tlie house of commons when*announce
ment of his death was made Sir Wil
liam Harcourt choked and could not
finish his speech. "Of all chiefs," he
said, emphatically, "he was the most
kind, the most tolerant, the most placa
ble." In the house of lords, too, where
Lord Rosebery made a passing refer
ence to Mr. Gladstone's last letter,
penned with almost dying hands, to
Lady Salisbury, expressing his per
sonal sympathy after the carriage acci
dent to Lord Salisbury, the premier
himself, bowed with age and many bur
dens, wept like a child. As one news
paper well says: "Such tears give salt
to public life in England." Mr. Bal
four, who was an intimate and admir
ing friend of Gladstone's, though his
political foe, personally induced Mrs.
Gladstone to allow her husband to be
buried among England's great ones at
Westminster. 11 is body will therefore
rest in the Abbey, in "Statesmen's Cor
ner," and in effigy, as in life, Mr. Glad
stone will stand side by side with Peel
and facing Disraeli, his lifelong polit
ical antagonist.—Troy Times.
A Modi-xt Ilcqueat.
When the old lady with the ear trum
pet called little Bessie entertained her
till the lady of the house was ready to
putin an appearance. While telling
about her recent presents and the
health of her several dolls, Bessie eyed
the trumpet curiously and finally could
restrain herself no longer.
"Are you too tired to play me a
couple of tunes while mamma finishes
dressing?"— Detroit Free Tress.
I n 1111 ktaUll 111e Evidence.
She—What makes you think he loves
me so despsratelyV
Simplex—Oh. a thousand things! He
always looks pleased, for instance, when
you sing and play. —Tit-Bits.
Only Half.
She—You were scared half to death
the day we were married.
He —Only half, un fortunately.— lb
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i an d t<» "5 Drop" Plasters and this is their testimony to the Swanson
' ~ Rheumatic Cure Company for their kindness and for the conscientious
way in which they are placing these Wonderful Remedies among suffering humanity, which they
told me to write to the Company as an acknowledgement. As I have seen the Curative Power of
44 5 DROPS" and "5 Drop" Plasters, in a great many instances, 1 can Truly recommend them
and also that the firm is perfectly honest and reliable to deal with.
SWANSON'S C. A. JACKSON, Physician and Surgeon. Kearnev, Neb.. Aug.
n PI D ADQ" i* the most powerful specific known Free from opiates and perfectly tiarm
w L# I\ ■ C 9 less. Relief is usually fe:t tMe niuht. It i> a positive cure for Bt In- u 111 »-
tlim, Nclutlcii, Neurnlvla, I).V»|M»|»NIU, lliickuchc, Ant limit, ll:iy Fev«*r, Catarrh, Sleep*
leaan«*N», Kervouinea*, \ervolll and .Wtiraltfio lle<Mli*chc«, Karachi*, Toothache, Heart
Weakness, (Jrouii, Swelling, 1-a €4rl|»i»e. Malaria, Cret-pinir Sumbnea*, etc., etc.
TUIDTV AVQ longer to enable sufferers to give "5 DROPS' at least a trial, we will
■ nii\ I ¥ Un I O send a M.*»e sample bottle, prepaid by mail, for 10 cents. A sample bottle
will convince you. Also, large bottles cMI doses) 11.00. S bottles for it <u Soid by us. druggists, and
agents. A geni« wanted in new territory. Write un to-duy.
BWAXBOX KUEVIHATIC CURE CO., 100 to 1«l! I,alt* niTCAOn »' '
Is the Skin Scalp Hair and
Hands Preserved Purified
and Beautified by
It removes the cause of disfiguring eruptions, loss of
hair and baby blemishes, viz.: The clogged, irritated,
inflamed or sluggish condition of the PORES. CUTI
CURA SOAP combines delicate emollient properties
derived from CUTICURA, the great skin cure, with the
purest of cleansing ingredients and most refreshing of
flower odors. No other medicated soap ever com
pounded is to be compared with it for preserving, purify
ing, and beautifying the skin, scalp, hair, and hands. No
other foreign or domestic soap, however expensive, is to
be compared with it for all the uses of the toilet, bath,
and nursery. Thus it combines in ONE SOAP at ONE
PRICE namely, 25 CENTS the best skin and
complexion soap, and the best toilet and baby soap in
the world.
Speedy Curo Treatmont for Itching, Burning, Scaly Humors.
Hot Hatha with CUTICURA SOAP to cleanse the skin, gentle anointings with CUTICURA
OINTMENT to heal the skin, and mild doses of CUTICURA RESOLVENT to cool the blood.
Price, TIIEBET, $1.25; or, SOAP, 25c.; OINTMENT, 50o.; RESOLVENT (half-size), 60c. Hold
throughout the world. POTTER DRUG & CIIEM. CORP., Sole Props., Boston. " How to
Purify and Beautify Baby's Bkln, Scalp, Hair, and Hands," free.
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53&53.50 SHOES Jj," 1 ®"
M Worth $4 to $6 compared with
other makes.
Indorse! by over
1,000,000 wearer*.
ALL LEATHERS. ALL STYLES
TUB UKKI'INK have W. L. r>ou«lu'
Dtoip and prlea itun.ped on bottMa.
Take no substitute claimed
to lie as Kood. harvest maker*
or «:s and *3.r.0 shoes til the
world. Your dealer should keep
them—lf not. we will :«end voa
a palron receipt of price. St ate
kind of leather, size and width, plain or cap toe.
Catalogue It Free.
W. L. DOUGLAS SHOE CO., Brockton, Mass.
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