6
WAKING AT NIGHT.
'When I wake up alone at night
I feel as if 1 had no eyes;
I stare and stare with all my might.
But only blackness round me lies.
I listen for the faintest sound.
And. though I strain with either ear,
TThe dark is silent all around;
It's just as If 1 could not hear.
'But-lf I He with limbs held fast.
A sort of sound comes like a sigh—
the darkness rushing past.
Perhaps the minutes passing by.
perhaps the thoughts in people's heads,
That keep so quiet all the day,
Walt till they're sleeping in their beds,
Then rustle out and fly away!
Or else this noise like whirring wings.
That dies with the tlrst streak of light,
May be the sound of baby things,
All growing, growing, in the night.
•Children and kitty-cats, and pups.
Or even little buds and flowers,
Oaisles, perhaps, and buttercups.
All growing In the midnight hours.
And yet It seems to me a part.
And nothing far away or queer-
It's Just the beating of my heart.
That sounds so strange as I lie here!
*1 do not know why this should be;
When darkness hides the world from
sight,
»X feel that all Is gone but me—
A little child and the black night.
—Mabel Dearmer, in London Spectator.
| THE STURGIS WAGER I
5 A DETECTIVE STORY. jf
9 By EDGAR MORETTE. 2j
Cop) right, 1899. by Frederick A. Stokes Co. 5
CHAPTER XXI.—CONTINUED.
Sprague rushed to the speaking-tube
and whistled long and loud, after
•which lie placed his ear to the mouth
piece.
"I hear some one walking," he sud
denly exclaimed.
The two men listened in breathless
•ilence for an answering call.
"Well, gentlemen, what can I do for
you?"
The words came in Murdoch's voice.
-i Sprague's eyes met those of tlie re
porter and saw that the last faint glim
mer of hope was gone. In that swift
and silent interchange of thought
there was resignation to the inevitable
•doom and the final farewell of two
brave hearts.
The spluttering candle gave its last
•flicker and went out, leaving the pris
■eners in utter darkness.
The room was rapidly filling with
gas and they were beginning to feel its
effects.
"We can at least complete our task
Tjefore we die," said Sturgis, with grim
• determination.
■"Our task!"
'"Yes, and insure Murdock's convic
""tlon for our murder."
"What chance is there that anyone
will ever discover our bodies, since they
*re destined for Murdock's oblivion
tenk?"
"Give me your hand," Sturgis re
plied; "there is a box of matches. I
place it here, between us. within easy
reach. 1 want to write a few words
to the superintendent of police to ex
plain matters. By that time there
will be enough gas in the room to
produce a terrific explosion, when we
strike a match. We can thus succeed
in wrecking this place and calling at
tention to it. If I should succumb
'before you do, do not fail to light
the match."
While he was speaking the reporter
had taken from his pocket a pad and
a pencil and had begun to write as
'.rapidly as he could in the darkness.
Sprague's head was beginning to
-swim and his ears were ringing, but
the thought of Agnes Murdock was
uppermost in his mind.
"An explosion!" he exclaimed; "no,
no; that must not be. What of
'Agnes? She may be hurt?"
Sturgis continued writing.
"It is the only chance there is of
bringing Murdock to justice," he said,
firmly.
"But Agnes is innocent of his
■crimes." urged the artist, in a thick
voice. His tongue clove to his palate;
he felt his consciousness ebbing.
■"Why should she suffer? I am go
ing, old man—l cannot hold out any
longer—Promise me that you—that
you will not—strike—the match—"
He staggered and fell against the
reporter, who caught him in his
arms. His own senses were reeling.
"Promise—" pleaded the half-uncon
acious man.
"I promise." answered Sturgis, after
«n instant's hesitation.
It struck a chill to his heart to see
his friend dying in the prime of youth,
•strength and happiness.
Suddenly a thought flashed upon
him.
"Brace up, old fellow. All is not
yet over. The speaking-tube leads to
fresh air. Here, put your lips to it
and breathe through your mouth."
The artist heard the words and
made an effort to obey these direc
tions. With Sturgis' assistance he
managed to place his lips to the
■mouth-piece of the speaking-tube. A
few whiffs of comparatively fresh air
*ent the sluggish blood coursing
through his veins and gave him a new
hold on life. With renewed vigor
came the animal instinct to fight to
the last for existence.
As the shadows of death which had
been closing in upon him receded, ho
bee ame conscious of Sturgis' voice
beating upon his ears in broken and
audible tones.
"It is—the last chance —Stick—to
•flie tube—When he comes—surprise
ijhim—your revolver—shoot —before—"
The reporter was clinging unsteadi
ly to his friend's shoulder. Sprague
suddenly realized that Sturgis in his
turn was succumbing to the effects of
the gas. He sprang back in time to
catch the staggering man in his
arms.
"Selfish brute that I am!" he ex
claimed "Here; it is your turn to
brcatlie!" Ami he pushed the report
er toward the tube.
"No, no." said Sturgis, struggling
faintly; "it cannot be both —and you
—have —everything—to live for."
Hut- the artist was now the stronger,
and he succeeded in forcing his friend
to inhale enough fresli air t« restore
his departing consciousness. *
At length Sturgis, with returning
strength, was about to renew the gen
erous struggle with Sprague, when
suddenly the place was ablaze with the
glow of an electric light.
"He wants to see if his work is done,"
whispered Sturgis, to his companion.
Then, observing tliwt Sturgis was
again on the verge of asphyxiation, he
continued hurriedly:
"Fill up your lungs with air, quick!
—quick, I tell you. Now drop and
feign death. Do as I do."
Suiting the action to the word, Stur
gis threw himself upon the stone floor,
face downward, and lay motionless,
his right hand graspinga revolver con
cealed beneath his body. Sprague,
after a short breathing ept-li ut the
tube, followed his companion's exam
ple.
After a short interval there came a
metallic click, which Sturgis recog
nized as the sound made by the open
ing of the slide in the panel of the door
at the head, of the stairs.
A moment—which seemed an eter
nity of suspense followed, during
whsch the prisoners felt, without being
able to see, the cold gleam of the steely
eyes of Murdock at the grating.
Would he enter? Would he suspect
the ruse? Would the two men retain
their grasp of consciousness and their
strength long enoagh to make a last
tight for life?
These thoughts crowded upon the re
porter's brain as he lay simulating
death and making a desperate effort to
control his reeling senses.
If Murdock were coming he would
have to shut off the gas and ventilate
the room. What was he waiting for?
"Come in!"
The words were Murdoch's as he
turned away from the grating and
closed, the sliding panel.
"An interruption which probably
means death to us," whispered Sturgis
to his companion; "take another
breath of fresh air, old fellow; we
must hold out a litfle longer."
Sprague, however, lay motionless
and unresponsive. The reporter shook
him violently and turned him over
upon his back. The artist's body was
limp and inert; his eyes half closed;
his face livid.
The reporter himself felt sick and
faint. Hut, with a mighty effort, he
succeeded in raising his friend in his
arms, and dragging him toward the
speaking-tube. There, of a sudden, his
strength failed him. His head swam;
his muscles relaxed; he felt Sprague's
limp form slip from his grasp, tottered,
reeled, threw his arms wildly about
him for support, and fell, as the last
elusive ray of consciousness was slip
ping away from him.
CHAPTER XXII.
FATHER AND DAUGHTER.
After Sprague had left her. Agnes,
shaken by the conflicting emotions of
the day, had gone to her room to rest
and to prepare for the interview
which she meant to have with her
father on the subject of her lover
and of Chatham.
Having received word that Murdock
would remain in his study during the
rest of the afternoon, she had taken
time to reflect upon what she meant
to say, and how she meant to say it.
Her visit was not prompted by the
desire of a daughter to confide the
great happiness of her life to the lov
ing sympathy of an affectionate par
ent; but Agnes was punctilious in the
performance of what she considered
to be her duties, great and small, and
she counted it among those duties to
obtain, or at any rate to seek, the pa
ternal sanction of her choice of a
husband.
Her knock at the door of Murdoch's
study was answered in the chemist's
quiet voice:
"Come in."
As she opened the door, Murdock
advanced to meet her. He seemed to
come from the direction of the ex
tension.
MisS Murdock sniffed the air.
"Isn't there a leak of gas?" she in
quired.
"Yes," replied Murdock; "I have
just stopped a leak in the laboratory.
Won't you take a chair, Agnes?"
She felt his calm, searching glance
upon her; and, in spite of her prep
aration, she grew embarrassed, as
was her wont, in her father's pres
ence.
"Hid Mr. Chatham wait to see you
this afternoon?" she asked, after a
momentary silence.
Murdock observed her narrowly.
"Yes; Chatham has been here to
day. I did not know that you had
seen him."
"I could not help seeing him; for
he forced his way into the parlor, 111
spite of all the servants could do to
prevent him."
An almost imperceptible furrow ap
peared between the chemist's eyes.
"ITas he been annoying you with
his attentions?"
The words were spoken in Mur
dock's usual tones; but Agnes saw
something in her father's eyes» and
in the firm lines of his mouth which
sent a cold shiver down her spine, and
caused her pity togo out to the un
fortunate young man who had offend
ed her.
"Perhaps lie is more to be pitied
than blamed," she suggested, gently.
"My interview with him was certain
ly not pleasant; but I bear him no
malice."
"Tell me about it," said Murdock,
slowly.
Agnes gave her version of the visit,
in which, instinctively, she softened,
as much as possible, the passion and
brutality displayed by the account
ant.
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 1900.
Murdock listened in silence until
she hail quite finished. Then Agnes
noticed that his right hand was
clenched upon the arm of his chair
with a force which caused the mus
cles to stand out in hard knots. She
looked up into his face in sudden sur
prise.
His features gave no'indication of
what his feelings might be; and Ins
voice, as usual, was steady and delib
erate.
"1 am sorry all this should have
happened, Agnes. As J told you yes
terday, I hoped to save you from this
man's importunities. It cannot be
helped now. But I think 1 made it
clear to the gentleman that his atten
tions are as distasteful to me as thev
are to you. As he seems to have told
you, he has been obliged to leave the
country—l understand that he has
done something or other which makes
it safer for him to undertake a long
journey. At any rate, we are well lid
of him for some time to come, and I
think you need have no fear of fur
ther molestation."
"What did he mean by saying that
he had had encouragement from
you?" asked the young girl.
"I am sure I do not know. That
was of course a lie out of whole cloth.
He came to me with letters of recom
mendation from good friends of mine,
and I therefore occasionally invited
him to the house; but that is all the
encouragement he ever got from me.
We live in the United States and at
the close of the nineteenth century.
The selection of a husband is no long
er performed by a stern parent, but
is entirely to the young girl her
self. That is certainly my way of
looking at the matter. When you
find the man of your choice, my only
function will be to give you advice,
if you seek it, and my best assistance
in any evei*t."
The turn of the conversation thus
suddenly brought to the surface the
topic which occupied the young girl's
mind, to the exclusion of all others;
and which, for that very reason, had
been kept severely in the background
up to that point.
"That reminds me," said Agnes,
consciously, as a charming flush suf
fused her beautiful face, "that I have
not yet broached the principal object
of this interview—"
Murdock observed her closely and
waited for her to proceed. But Agnes
TOTTERE» AND REELED.
was once more laboring under ;*
strange embarrassment and could not
find words in which to frame'the con
fidence she was so reluctant to offer.
Perhaps the chemist divined some
thing of the nature of what she was
struggling to find expression for. At
any rate, he noticed her embarrass
ment and endeavored to come to her
assistance with a few encouraging
words, spoken with unusual gentle
ness. Agnes, engrossed with lier own
thoughts, did not notice it; but there
was in his manner as near an ap
proach to tender wistfulness as his
nature was capable of.
At last the young girl seemed to
gather courage, and she was about to
speak, when there was a knock upon
the door.
"Plaze, sur; there do be two gin
tlemin in the hall."
"Who are they, Mary?"
"Shure, thin, sir, I dunno, barrin'
wan uv 'em do be a polacemun."
"Did they ask to see me?"
"They did not, sur; shure they asked
if Mr. Chapman was in."
"Mr. Chatham?"
"Yis, sur. And I told 'em he wuz here
this afthernoon, and I wud see wuz
he here now, fur I ain't seen him go
yit."
"Well, Mary, you see he has gone,
since he is no longer here," said Mur
dock quietly. "Take gentlemen
into the parlor, and tell them 1 shall
be with them in a miuute."f
"All right, sur."
After the maid had left the room,
the chemist rose from his chair and
walked toward the door leading to the
library.
"If you will excuse me for a few
minutes, Agnes, I shall see what these
men want. Wait for me here, if you
will. 1 shall be back dirqptly."
So saying, he noiselessly opened the
folding doors- and passed into the li
brary, closing the doors carefully be
hind him.
Freed from the presence of her fa
ther, Agnes almost instantly regained
her composure. She had not, how
ever, had much time to collect her
thoughts, when she was suddenly start
led by a loud, shrill whistle, which
brought her to her feet in alarm.
"Well?"
She asked the question in anxious
tones, as if realizing that life and
death were in the balance. Then she
placed her ear to the mouthpiece.
At first she could not make out the
words spoken by her invisible in
terlocutor. Then, gradually, they fell
upon her ear with terrible distinct
ness; and she stood spellbound, as in
a horrible nightmare, with sudden ter
ror iu her staring tjrtß, and with tb«
fearful sense of Impotence In hev trem
bling limbs.
CHAPTEK XXIII.
THE SPEAKING TL'BE.
Nature lias implanted in every one
of its living creatures, from the
top to the bottom of the scale,
the strongest of all instincts
that of self-preservation. As Sturgis
fell forward and clutched wildly at the
air, his hand struck the stone wall of
the square chamber. No conscious im
pression was made upon his brain by
the contact; but, automatically, his
lingers tightened as they slipped over
the smooth surface. Ilis right hand
struck an obstacle and closed upon it,
in the convulsive grip of a dying man.
Then a sudden gleam of consciousness
swept across his sluggish brain.
It was the speaking-tube!
He clung to it with the remnant of
his strength and eagerly placed his
lips to the mouthpiece. For a few min
utes he drank in witli avidity the re
vivifying draughts of air which grad
ually brought him back from the brink
o4 death.
With returning consciousness, the
thought of his dying friend recurred to
him in all its vividness. He tried to
goto his assistance; but lie was sick
and faint, and his limbs were powerless
to respond to his will. Then, at last,
he was seized with utter despair and
gave uj> the struggle.
lie had sunk dejectedly upon ihe
chair when a faint and indistinct mur
mur, as of distant voices, beat upon his
ears, whose natural acuity seemed ex
traordinarily increa#d by the long
nervous tension under which he had
been. The ruling passion is strong in
death; without knowing just why he
did so, Sturgis found himself again at
the speaking-tube, endeavoring to hear
the conversation, the sound of which
evidently eaine from Murdock's office.
lie could barely distinguish a word
here and there; but he recognized the
timber of one of the voices, it was the
chemist's, and his interlocutor was a
woman—perhaps his daughter. If only
he could reach Agnes Murdock with
some word or signal.
In suspense, he held his ear to the
mouthpiece, occasionally taking a
breath of fresh air to renew his
strength.
Should he take the chances and shout
in the hope of catching the young
girl's attention? If he whistled. Mur
dock would answer himself, and the
last chance would be lost. But would
she hear a shout ? And, if she did, would
not her fat her prevent her from render
ing any assistance? Yet what other
chance was there? Poor Sprague was
dying; perhaps already dead. There
was 110 time to lose.
[To Be Continued.]
THE TIMELY SERMON.
One That Wan I n premedltated ljr De
livered at Urent Expense to
the Preacher.
Thoreau said that once, having occa
sion to borrow an ax from Emerson,
die took it back sharper than he re
ceived it. Although he may do so
less voluntarily than Thoreau, the
borrower habitually pays interest, and
often usury, upon the tools or senti
ments which he appropriates.
A shy, nervous clergyman, says the
late Bishop How, was once asked to
fill the pulpit of a sick friend, for
which purpose he hastily borrowed a
clearly written sermon, headed, "The
\ alue of Time." lie got on very well
in the pulpit till he came to a sentence
saying that as the parish had no town
clock, it was his intention to present
one. Being too nervous to skip the
sentence, he did actually present the
promised clock, which cost him over
S3OO.
Under like circumstances, relates
Youth's Companion, another vicar
first discovered in the pulpit that
the .manuscript sermon from which
he was preaching had been pre
pared upon the occasion of a farewell.
The allusions to the event being too
numerous to be omitted, the vicar
spoke boldly of the close of his 12
years' ministry, reduced many of his
congregation to tears, and put his
wholly unpremeditated resignation
into effect.
An Ohio minister, on the contrary,
some years ago decided to close a long
pastorate. The carefully concealed
satisfaction of his congregation found
expression in a farewell reception, and
a silver water-pitcher with laudatory
addresses. All this so touched the
heart of the recipient that he ex
claimed: "My dear people, I will not
leave you!" and there he is to this
day.
Early Sen York Police.
In 163S New York had in all ten
watchmen. In New England at the
same time the constables and watch
were all carefully appointed by law,
says the Albany Argus. They carried
black staves six feet long, tipped with
brass, and hence were called "tip
staves," the night watch was called a
bell man. He looked out for fire and
thieves arid other disorders, and called
the time of the night and the weather.
The pay was small, often but a shilling"
a night, and occasionally a "coat of
kersey." In large towns, as Boston and
Salem, 13 "sober, honest men and
householders" were the night#watch.
The highest in the community, even
the magistrates, took their turn at the
watch, and were ordered to walk two
together, a young man with "one of
the soberer sort*"
W ill llt» 11 Womnn.
"Henpeck's baby is tongue-tied,
they say. Is he going to have its
tongue cut loose?"
"No; he says he don't think he will.
It is a girl."—Philadelphia Bulletin.
Correctlnic lllm.
"I will make you walk the chalk!" ex
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QUEEN WILL MARRY.
Girl Ruler of Holland Has at Last
Found a Bridegroom.
The Happy Man la Duke Henry of
Hecklenburic - Schwtrln An.
nouueeinent \\ n» n Mnrprlae
to Court Soeiety.
Queen Wilhelrnina has proclaimed
her betrothal to Duke Henry of Meck
lenburg-Schwerin, a dashing young
officer and a special favorite of Kaiser
Wilhelm. •
Duke Henry is tall, bright-looking
and German in appearance. He is a
lieutenant in the Prussian Life guards
and is also attached to the Mecklen
burg fusileers.
The marriage will take place next
spring.
The duke is scarcely known in Am
sterdam and not particularly well at
The Hague. It was rumored that the
queen had selected his elder brother,
Duke Adolf.
By betrothing herself to the duke
of Mecklenburg-Schwerin Queen Wil
helrnina disappoints all the schemes
of royal matchmakers. The name of
the bridegroom selected has at no
time been coupled with hers. The
news of the engagement will bring
disgust to a dozen or more highly
eligible princes of royal families.
Here are a few of them to whom she
has actually been reported betrothed
at one time or another:
Prince Frederick William, oldest
son of the kaiser.
Prince William of Wied.
Prince Bernard Henry of Saxe-Wei
mar.
Prince Harold of Denmark.
Prince Nicolas of Greece.
Prince Eugene of Sweden.
Prince Alexander of Teck.
Prince Frederick Henry of Prussia
Prince Adolph Bernard of Schaum
berg Lippe.
Prince Louis Napoleon.
Prince Max of Baden.
The queen, in choosing the duke for
i husband, has fulfilled the require
ments of the law which demand that
•he shall marry a Protestant and that
he shall be a prince of a reigning
house. The Mecklenburg-Schwerins
have been devout Protestants from
Ihe time of the reformation and they
DUKE HENRY OF MECKLENBURQ.
(Engaged to Marry Queen Wilhelrnina ai
The Netherlands.)
constitute a reigning family, though
their principality is small.
Queen Wilhelrnina celebrated the
twentieth anniversary of her birth
day on August 31, and it was then
expected that she would announce
her choice at the banquet given in her
honor at Amsterdam. She only prom
ised that she would do so before
Christmas.
Not since Queen Victoria ascended
England's throne, 62 years ago, have
so many princes sued for one lady's
hand.
It is absolutely imperative that the
queen should marry without delay.
The security of Hcfland, the perma
nence of the dynasty and the contin
uance of the country in quiet, mon
archical ways depend upon this event.
She is the last representative in Hol
land of the ancient and illustrious
house of Orange, which is forever en
deared to the Dutch people by the
services of W r illiam the Silent. All
her near relatives are descended on
the paternal side from some German
house and there is nothing the Dutch
fear more than absorption into the
German empire.
The young queen early showed
symptoms of independence in the
matter of choosing a husband. She
rejected her cousin, Prince Bernard
of Saxe-Weimar, because he was so
ugly. Nevertheless, it was confidently
expected that she would finally marry
a man indicated to her for reasons of
state.
It was reported some time ago that
she would certainly accept the suit
of the German crown prince. It is
an open secret in court circles that
she was deeply in love with Frederick
William, a fact which was substan
tiated during her recent visit to Ber
lin, where they were always together.
When Kaiser Wilhelm stopped at
Schweringen after his visit to Queen
Victoria it was rumored that a match
had been arranged. It is believed
that the queen declined on account of
the deep-rooted antipathy of her sub
jects to the Germans and their fear
of being absorbed in the German em
pire.
A Trifle Too Aesthetic.
An aesthetic English vicar at Wem
bley will not allow the word "died"
to be put on the tombstones of the
people buried In the cemetery. He
insists on phrases like "departed this
life," or "passed away," or "entered
into rest," and says that "died" is a
denial of the Christian teaching of im
mortality.
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Ing 84 to *5 (or shoes, £, m
a trial of IV. L. Doug- F' |9
las S3 or 53.50 shoes Eft *>.
■rill convince you that i' 7
they are Just as good 1
In every way and cost JHU r
from SI to SI.SO less. 112
Over I,ooo,OUOwearers. JNjttfmftf /A
■I pair of W. L. Oougln
«f*STCOLotf& s3or $3 50 shoes wll
n CVFI r- r „ W WLLL positively outwsif
M&sJ- TtLt 'S two pairs of ordinary
I « ° r * 3 - 5 ®
"We are the largest makers of men*s 83
an 1 83-50 shoes Til the world. We make
and sell more 93 and 83.50 shoes than any
ether two manufacturers In the U- 8«
The reputation of W. L.
nrQT Douglas $3.00 and $3.50 ahoea for DCOT
nLO I atyle, comfort, and wear ia known DtlvM
everywhere throughout the world.
&Q Cft They have to eive better aatiafac- n#|
tPJtOU tiou than otfccr makes because SOaUU
the standard hna alwaya been
CUnC placed BO high that the wearera OUHE
OnUCa expect more for their money dflUCe
than they can get elsewhere.
THE KKAHON more W. 1,. IJou a la» «3 anil ».I.M
■hoes are aold than any other make ia because Til EY
ARE THE BEST. Your dealer should keep
them t wc give one dealer exclusive aale in each town.
Take no auhatitiiteS Insist on having W. L.
Douglas shoes with name and price atamped on bottom.
If your dealer will not get them for you, arnd direct to
factory, encloeing price and 85c. extra for carriage.
State kind of leather, aize, and width, plain or cap toe.
Our ahoes will reach you anywhere. Catalogue 7'ree.
W. L. Douglus Shoe Co. llrocktou, Muss,
CHICAGOnOMAHA
Double
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Service
Newllnevlaßoclßi
V^v^Q3l|lS«y^/ ford, Dubuque,
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— library-smoking
cars, sleeping cars, free reclining cliair cars,
diningcars. Send to the undersigned for a frea
copy of Pioturee and Notes En-Route Illustrat
ing this new line as seen lrom the ear window.
Tickets ot agents of I. <\ It. R.and connecting
Unea. A. H. HANSON, ii. 112. A., (jliicaco.
■■ na A nr.wmiairis - Indian I'll*
nil H™ 1 SMS ointment will cure Blind,
K eJKfii :si K ■ (Heeding It nil Itching
8181 W M I'ilca. It absorbs the
flranQ Ift|~j Wk tumors, allays the Itch
is' l£ *A Mr «SA ,n " Rt once, act* as ■
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V IB fT**"TiflPr an.i Itchitiirof the t>riv;it«
par's. At rtruKKi-ts or hf
mall on receiptor price 5«» cent, anrt ftl OA,
WILLIAMS MFG.. CO.. Props.. CI.KVKI.AND. OHIO.
M Best Cough Syrup. Tastes Good. Use KS
In time. Sold by Uruggidts. PrJ