6
IN TWILIGHT LATE.
AYith drowsy stroke and loitering hum
The steepled-.clock tells ten,
Aiul an after-hush of brooding calm
l-'alls on the huunts of men.
Penciled against the steel-gray sky
The poplars sway and swing;
Where bird and bee sang "parts'' by day,
Tho leaves, now twittering.
Make for themselves a flickering tune,
With many a minim and "rest,"
As the breeze that stirs them passes on
To its home in the silent west.
Ko star appears in the distant depths,
Nor moon with the crescent rim;
But darker, blacker loom the leaves
Athwart the deepening dim.
The river makes murmuring chords
O'er its gravelly, shallow rdn;
The notes rise high as the wind is strong,
And fall when its force is done.
Half-shaped to words the mellowed bars
Hint at some song well known,
And, floating on the changeful breeze.
Sing it in soothing tone.
My mind, attuned, interprets thus
In the twilight, lingering late:
"Love swells to more, Life sinks to less.
Hato not; still wait—aye wait."
And eye and ear, in the quiet hour.
Harvest their tale of rest;
Hushed in my heart the message sleeps,
And peace is my gracious guest.
—G. J. C. Scott, in Chamber's Journal.
Scoundrels 4 Co. |
ByCOULSON KERNAHAN 8
Author ol "Captain Shannon," "A Book ol 1
Strange Sins," "A Dead Man'a Diary," Etc. ■
Copyright, 1899, by Herbert S. Stone & Co,
CHAPTER VIII. —CONTINUED.
"So bad as that, is it?" said the col
lider. "Poor chap. How far off do you
live?"
"A long way," I replied. "I couldn't
get there if I traveled all night."
"Why? Where do you live, then?"
"Nowhere," I answered, thinking
vaguely that it was possible Number
Three might be lurking within ear
shot, and that I had best sustain the
role I had assumed.
"Great heavens! And they call this
a Christian country! Never mind.
We can make up a bed for you at my
place, and then I'll see what can be
done. Are you out of work?"
"Yes," I replied. "I was one of Lord
Cranthorpe's mill hands and we're all
out on strike."
"What!" he cried, "are you one of
that rascally, skulking crew? —a set
of ruffians who are driving the trade
out of the country into the hands of
Germans, and cutting their own throats
into the bargain, at the bidding of a
lot of scheming agitators who wouldn't
be tolerated for a moment anywhere
but in England. If I'd have known —
but there, I expect you're more fool
than knave. That's my house just
past the lamp-post. I am the blood
sucking tyrant, Lord Cranthorpe, who,
according to your friends the agita
tors, am battening and fattening on
the brow sweat of the starving poor.
Here, lend a hand —you with the cart
I mean—and we'll carry this poor chap
over. We'll make up a bed for him
somewhere in the basement, so that
he won't have to strain his foot by
hobbling upstairs. You take his head
and I'll take his feet. It's the first
house past the lamp-post, and be care
ful how you go down the area steps."
My foot was so painful that I winced
nervously as he stooped to raise me,
but no woman could have been defter
of hand or more tenderly considerate
than he, and my transit was accom
plished painlessly. They carried me
through a sort of passage opening upon
the street, to an inner room, where I
was propped up on a huge wicker
chair, my injured foot resting luxuri
ously upon another chair. Then Lord
Cranthorpe explained the situation to
the servants, telling them that I was
to remain in the house until my foot
was healed, and giving strict injunc
tions that they were to make me as
comfortable as possible during my so
journ under his roof.
Comfortable, however, I cannot say
I was, for, with one exception, the
whole staff of servants appeared to re
sent my advent as an intrusion. They
were civil enough in attending to my
wants, and in their own phrase,
' passed the time of day with me" when
they had cause to enter the room
where I was located. But though I
did my best, for obvious reasons, to
get upon good terms with them, they
never seemed at ease in my company.
This was especially noticeable in the
matter of meals, for once or twice,
when I asked to be allowed to take my
food with them, their awkwardness
and silence were most oppressive.
They watched me furtively, as if to get
an opportunity of conveying fork,
spoon or knife to their mouths at the
precise moment when my attention
was engaged elsewhere, and on one
occasion I detected the cook in the act
of taking lunch on the stairs rather
than join a party of which I was a
member. I tried to solace my vanity
by telling myself that this might be
due to some instinct which warned
them that they and I were not upon
the same social plane; but as the only
rmember of the staff who was at all
inclined to accept my advances was a
wisp of a scullery-maid named Amelia,
whom the others persistently snubbed,
.and to whom I heard them allude as
of "no class," it seemed likely that
the diagnosis of the case should have
been the other way about, and that
'T. as well as Amelia, was considered
ns wanting in "class"—whatever that
.may be.
Amelia liorself, however, was more
thau disposed to be friendly, and it
was from her that 1 learnt certain
facts which had no unimportant bear
ins upon my enterprise. The most
significant was that she was engaged
to marry a "hartist"—which engage
ment having only been recently
formed, she was burning to communi
cate to some one.
"An artist?" 1 said with some sur
prise when she announced this piece
of fashionable intelligence; "an artist,
eh? liow did you come to meet him?"
"Yes, he's a hartist," she replied, as
sertively. "lie draws the most lovely
pictures you ever see in chalk on the
pavement, and his colors is hexquisite.
I met him in the square one night, and
he told me he'd fell in love with me
right lioff."
Bit l>y bit 1 drew the story of her
"hartist" lover from the silly but un
suspecting girl, and when I learnt
that each night he entrusted to her
care a parcel, which he called for early
the following morning—which parcel
was supposed to contain chalks—l be
gan to feel that the case was develop
ing.
" 'Enery—did I tell you his name wos
'Enery—Mr. 'Enery Talbot—lives a
long way hoff," she said, "so, 'e sed,
wot's the good of 'is luggin' his chalks
along with 'im he very time? So 'e
just leaves 'em for me to take care of
at the harea door of a night, and as
I'm up fust in the mornin' I gives 'em
'im out again when 'e calls. Hut it
ain't so much to save 'isself trouble
as to 'ave a word with me as he does
it. 'E as good as told me so last night,
though 'e is mighty particular about
his ole parcel all the same."
I was beginning to get interested in
that parcel; though I am free to con
fess, that had 1 known, during the
three nights I had already passed un
der Lord Cranthorpe's roof, that his
hospitality had been extended by proxy
to articles in the possession of my
friend Number Three, my slumbers
would have been less childlike and
peaceful.
My foot was practically healed, and
I was only hanging on as Lord Cran
thorpe's guest for my own purposes.
Bui now that I knew that the base
ment of his lordship's house was be
ing used as a sort of cloak room for
the storage of parcels containing a
deadly explosive, my natural delicacy
made me feel how very desirable it
was that 1 should not outstay my wel
come, or trespass unduly upon my
host's hospitality.
Hence I decided that the following
morning should witness my departure,
but as I preferred making my exit by
means of my legs rather than with the
assistance of dynamite, and as I pro
posed moving only to the next street,
and not —on this occasion at least —
right away to the next world, I came to
the conclusion that I should sleep more
peaceably if, before retiring to rest,
I could satisfy myself that on that par
ticular night, at all events,. Mr. Henry
Talbot's parcel contained nothing more
dangerous than chalks. So, instead of
hobbling off at nine o'clock into the
little room where my bed had been
prepared, I remained chatting with
Amelia. By-and-by she began to get
fidgety, being, as I could see, impa
tient for the moment when by carry
ing a lighted candle three times past
the window, she could let her lover
know, according to the signal which
had been arranged between them, that
the other servants were at supper and
the coast clear.
The signal had scarcely been given
before there came a gentle tap at the
area door, and leaving me in the inner
room, hurried out Juliet-like to greet
her Romeo.
"Here's the parcel of chalks, pretty
one," I heard Mr. Talbot say. "Put
them away carefully for me, darling,
and I'll call for them as usual in the
morning."
Amelia had left the door leading into
the passage slightly ajar, so that I had
been able to play the eavesdropper
without leaving my chair, which was
fortunate, for the next instant she
stepped coquettishly into the room with
a brown paper parcel in her hand,
which she popped into an open drawer,
and then, with a saucy nod to me,
popped out again.
Her lover seemed to be in a hurry
this particular evening, for I heard
Amelia say, "Wot, you ain't goin' yet?
Put down yer 'at and coat and give us
a kiss."
Presumably the obedient Henry put
down his hat and coat as directed,
whereupon Amelia snatched them up
playfully and running once more into
the room where I was sitting, threw
them upon a chair, and returning to
Henry said triumphantly:
"There! you shan't, 'ave 'em back
again till you be'ave yerself. A nice
young man you are to walk out with
a gal, and never even want to give her
a kiss."
"That's soon put right," was the re
ply. and from the sounds which reached
my ears, I have cause to suppose that
Henry was as good as his word. Pre
sumably, however, preoccupation of
some sort tended to make him less
amorous than usual on this occasion,
for when Amelia next spoke there was
a ring of disappointment in her voice.
"B'ye call that a kiss? Why don't
yer give us a real 'ug?"
An ardent lover, when the object of
his adoration thus coyly capitulates,
and gives him to understand that the
favors she has to bestow are his for
tho asking, might reasonably be ex
pected to snatch her passionately to
himself, and to cover her lips, hair
and cheeks with burning kisses, butt
Mr. Talbot's reply to Amelia's tempt
ing invitation consisted, so far as I
could gather, of a mumbled protest
about having to be going now.
"Very well, Mr. 'Enery Talbot,"
snapped the slighted maiden, "I'll give
you yer old parcel back and wish you
good-heveuing; and perhaps you'll
find another young woman to walk out
with another time."
"0 Lord love us, what a lot you worn
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS. THURSDAY, JANUARY 21, 1904.
en are!" groaned Mr. Talbot In a voice
which, though intended to be persua
sive and conciliatory, sounded to mo
more like the voice of a man to whom
it would have been an intense relief
to tear his own and perhaps his com
panion's hair. "Lord love us! 1 never
knew such a fool as you are in my life.
I didn't mean anything, my dear. You
know 1 love you better than—lump
sugar, I do," and from the noises which
ensued, 1 gather that he was bestow
ing "real 'ugs," with an ardor, which,
if assumed, was sufficiently ursine to
satisfy the most exacting of maidens.
Here was my opportunity. Very
quietly 1 reached over, and took Mr.
Henry Talbot's parcel of chalks from
the drawer. As I held the package,
with a hand which haste and nervous
ness made none too steady, something
metallic rattled ominously; and when,
with thumping heart, I laid my ear be
side the thing to listen, I distinctly
heard the clock-like beating of an in
fernal machine. Repressing the in
sane but perhaps natural inclination
to dash the horrid object away, and
mastering, by sheer will-control, the
blind, unreasoning rush of panic
stricken impulses that sprang up with
in me, I tiptoed across the room, and
lifting Mr. Talbot's coat, I stuffed the
parcel into the pocket.
How long I sat in my chair, looking
in a sort of frozen horror of calm at
a dirty brown bowler hat and a grease
soiled yellow overcoat, reeking of bad
tobacco and stained with beer—neither
of them objects to be associated readi
1> with tragedy—l cannot say. To me.
who fancied as I sat there that I could
hear the stealthy working of that
devil's plaything and hour-glass, tick
ing away the lives of human beings—
of whom it was possible I might my
self be one—it seemed a very eternity
before Talbot said, "Now get me my
coat and hat and I'll be off."
But when, some minutes after, a
dull echoing roar, as of the distant
discharge of musketry, set the windows
rattling in their sockets like teeth in
a skull, causing Amelia to drop a plate
with a crash, and to scream out, "Wot
hever's that?" I knew that Number
Three of the infernal brotherhood had
handed in his papers to no earthly
chief, but to that arch-conspirator
who is the master of every murderer.
CHAPTER IX.
A DIABOLICAL PLOT.
The day after the explosion was the
day appointed for the council meeting,
and as I intended to be present, I
HE FLUNG THE COAT FROM HIM.
bade adieu to Plantagenet Square and
its master, and took train for Leigh.
The Syndicate of Scoundrels was
fast resolving itself into an associa
tion of common-place criminals, with
very little claim to anything like orig
inality. Under the direction of a mas
ter-plotter like Number One, it had no
doubt been a formidable and powerful
organization; but since that arch
scoundrel had, through my instrumen
tality, been sent to his account, the
whole company seemed falling to
pieces for want of a capable head.
Number Two, who was ambitious of
assuming the dead chief's mantle, was
clearly an unscrupulous rascal, but
that he had any special gifts as an
organizer and director had yet to be
proved. The fact that when arrang
ing for the meeting which was about
to take place, he had forgotten to give
instructions upon such important
points as the routes to be taken, was
a significant testimony of his incapa
bility for details. Such an omission
could never have taken place under the
chieftainship of Number One. Had
that artist in crime been at the head
of affairs, it is very doubtful whether
I should have been allowed to put foot
inside the house at Fassett Square;
nor would the little maneuver by
which I had frustrated the attempt to
wreck Lord Cranthorpe's residence
have been quite so easy of accomplish
ment.
I did not forget that Number One
had not failed to discover my pres
ence in the Southend train on the
very first occasion on which I had at
tempted to personate the dead con
spirator, nor that he had penetrated
my disguise at a glance; and though
the struggle which had ta!ten place be
tween us that evening had resulted in
his defeat, it was luck more than skill
that had constituted me the victor.
The game of chess which was being
played between myself and the Syndi
cate of Scoundrels was at present in
my favor, inasmuch as I had suc
ceeded in removing from the board a
Ipieen and two pawns, to wit Number
One, Number Three and Number
Seven. But as I had only one piece
to lose, and as the contest became more
difficult and more dangerous as the
number of combatants grew less, I
felt —when I knocked for the second
time at the door of the gipsy wagon
on the Leigh road —that I should have
to be both wide-awake and wily were
I to come out of the business alive.
I hud scarcely joined the party,
which now consisted of five, Including
myself, when one of the conspirators,
whom I recognized as Number Two,
held up his hand, as a sign that ho
wished to address the meeting.
"Those of you who have seen the
morning paper," he said, "will scarcely
need to be told that our number is
now complete. Death has removed
another member of the council since
our last meeting. On that occasion I
undertook with the assistance of Coun
cillor Number Three to obtain posses
sion of the dynamite that was con
cealed at Fassett Square. I have kept
my promise; but 1 regret to say that
through some wretched bungling on
bis own part, my unfortunate assist
ant lost his life. You have seen in
this morning's papers the account of a
singular occurrence which happened
last night. A man, carrying a coat over
his arm, and walking somewhat hur
riedly, was observed to stop suddenly
—as if in alarm —and to feel i,i the
pocket of the coat. The next instant
he flung the coat from him and started
to run, but he had not gone three
paces before there was a tremendous
explosion. As the affair happened
somewhat late at night, the man carry
ing the coat was the only victim. But.
according to the newspapers, he was
blown to pieces so literally that iden
tification is thought to be impossible.
"Fellow councillors, there is every
reason to suppose that the victim of
the explosion was our colleague Num
ber Three. I had thought it wise, aft
er securing the dynamite which was
concealed at Fassett Square, to make
two parcels of it, entrusting one to
my collaborator and retaining the
other myself, so that, in the event of
either of us falling into the hands of
the police, this council would still ba
in possession of sufficient dynamite to
carry out any project which has been
formed. Number Three was to have
brought the explosive here to-night,
and why he was carting it about the
streets last night I cannot say. The
only supposition I can put forward is
based upon the fact that the explosion
occurred quite close to Plantagenet
Square; so I am inclined to think that
Number Three had, upon his own re
sponsibility, decided to make an at
tempt to anticipate the decree of the
council, and to blow up Lord Cran
thorpe's house —with what result you
already know."
Except for something between a
gasp and a groan on the part of one
listener, and on the part of the others
a simultaneous sigh which bore evi
dence to the painful interest with
which they had heard the narrative,
there was a dead silence for some time
after Number Two had ceased. Then
a councillor said somewhat uneasily—
"And the dynamite which you re
tained in your own possession?"
"It's here," replied Number Two
shortly, holding up—with what I felt
was quite misplaced and unnecessary
energy—a brown leather hand-bag
which he had been carrying in his
hand.
ITo Be Continued.]
A CHILD HEROINE.
Win Suffering from Terrible and
l-'utnl IlurnH, Hut Kvrn Tlien
TliouKlit Only of Others.
The heroic self-forgetfulness of the
young girl whose tragic story is told
by the New York Evening Telegram
equals in bravery any tale of heroism
that history can furnish. Although
the girl, Anna McLaughlin, was only
13, the illness of her mother had made
her the housekeeper of the family.
While attending to her household du
ties she was burned by the explosion
of a gas stove. Her brother Michael,
older than she, ran to her aid, but was
too late to save her life.
As he wrapped his sister in a blanket
she uttered no word of complaint, but
cautioned her brother not to make a
noise lest he disturb their mother.
"It doesn't hurt much, Micky," she
said. "Don't burn your hands or make
any noise. Don't let mamma know."
When they carried her to the ambu
lance she said to the doctor:
"Don't make any noise, please. If
mamma hears you she will want to
know what has happened. Please don't
tell her. You know she'll worry about
it, and it might make her worse."
She had apparently no thought for
her own sufferings, and when she knew
that her injuries were fatal, she cfid
not falter in her courageous thought
for others. Almost her last words were
to her brother, telling him to take care
of their mother and "not to worry."
"It is good you were not the one,
Micky," she said. "I never could have
got along without you."
Tlilcf C'levernoiiH.
A magistrate's clerk has been known
to have his tie pin stolen while in
court, and one in Birmingham a few
years ago lost his coat in the same
way; but a more remarkable example,
perhaps, of a thief's cleverness under
the very eyes cf the police was that of
the burglar at Clerkenwell, who man
aged to conceal two diamond rings
while the police were searching him,
and passed one of them to his wife in
the cell while the police were looking
on. The rings were under his tongue,
and one of them passed from his
mouth to his wife's when he was kiss
ing her good-by.—N. Y. Herald.
The I«Viniiilne View.
"I can't Imagine anything more
dreadful," said he, "than for a woman,
after mending her husband's coat, to
find in one of the pockets an old love
letter from a former sweetheart."
"Fortunately, that could never hap
pen," said the lady. "The woman
would find the letter first and then sliß
would not mend U»e coat."—N. Y.
Tribune.
A I.lttie Rote.
Mrs. Witherly—l bought this rug for
the baby to play on.
Witherly—Well, don't let her know
it —Detroit Free Press,
To Avoid Tic Vole.
In the histry of our comic literature there
have been many genuine "Irish bulk" re
! corded, but rarely one that is of a neater
1 arand than that encountered a few nights
j ago >it a political gathering on Locust street,
| abc** Broad, in Philadelphia, saj» the Rec
ord, of that citv. A convention of delegate#
had been called to revise the rules of the par
ty and in order to expedite matters a uele
-1 gale moved that a committee of 15 be ap
! pointed to draft the proposed rules. He
tore this was adopted another delegate sug
gested that a committee of 15 would be uts
wieldly and proposed an amendment, reduc
ing tiie number to eight. This was agreed to,
but before it" adoption the aged delegate,
with a rich Milesian brogue, arote ana
| solemly proposed: "Misther Chairman, I
I move yer that the committee be increased
I to noine, so that in case of a toie vote there li
be a majanty of wan."
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So named because 50 acres produced so
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120 bu. Beardless Barley per acre,
j 310 bu. Salter's New Oats per A.
i SO bu. Salzer Speltz and Macaroni Wheat.
1,000 bu. Pedigree Potatoes per acre.
11 tons of rich Billion Dollar Grass llay.
60,000 lbs. Victoria Rape for sheep—per A.
160,000 lbs. Teosinto, the fodder wonder.
51,000 lbs. Salzer's Superior Fodder Corn
—rich, juicy fodder, per A.
Now such yields you can have, Mr.
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seeds.
JUST SEND THIS NOTICE AND 10c
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Kitty—"Do you think Nellie Breeseisreal
nice?" Bessie—"l don't know; why?"
Kitty—"l told her Fred Simmons gave me a
very flattering compliment, and she said
any compliment that Fred could give me
must be nattering."—Boston Transcript.
Winter in Cullfornla
|is winter only in name. Flowers, green
fields, oranges and orange blossoms, weeks
of sunshine, life out of doors, Golf, Tennis,
Driving and Automobiiing, these are the at
tractions that ignore the calendar.
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Wife —"Now, don't you think my new hat
| is'a perfect dream?" Husband—"Well, no.
j To be a |>erfuct dream the bill attached to
jit should also be merely a dream."—Philadel
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Mrs. Parvenu —"My husband has so much
taste, don't you think?" Mrs. Cutting—
"Yes; it's a great pity there isn't a little
of it that might be called good."—Philadel
phia Press.
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A German chemist has discovered a heal
ing agent in coal oil which has created
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A few applications are sufficient to cure
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| bottles and warranted to cure or money
j refunded.
I It is always easy to forgive other people's
enemies.—Chicago Tribune.
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TMS OCNTAUR COMPANY. NZW VOUK CITY.
THREE YEARS AFTER.
Eugene E. Lario, of 751 Twentieth
Avenue, ticket seller in tbe Union bt«A«
I tion, Denver, Col., says:
'• You are at liberty to
repeat what 1 first stated 'fesL
through our Denver pa- .*£•.
pers about Doan's Kiilney
| fills in the summer of
I 18'J!), for I have had no
reason in the interim to
j change my opinion of the c|p|fra w
| remedy. 1 was subject Kpet
jto severe attacks of back- rggj
, ache, always aggravated CBB
if 1 sat long at a desk. pjfl
Doan's Kidney fills abso- mS
lately stopped my back- jn|
ache. 1 have never had
a pain or twinge since."
Foster-Mil burn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
| For sale by all druggists, price 50 cents
i per box.
j
Worth Ail It Would Coat.
I The Wife—l think we ought to have Lucy"«
l voice cultivated, John, if it doesn't cost tea
much.
| The Husband—lt can't cost too much, my
j deax, it it will improve it. —Stray Stories.
Enrllcnt Green Onions.
| The John A. Salzcr Seed Co., La Crosse,
i Wis., always have something new, some*
j thing valuable. This year they offer
! among their new money making vege
tables, an Earliest Green Eating Onion.
It is a winner, Mr. Farmer and Gardener!
JUST SENII TIIIS NOTICE AND ICC.
and they will send you their big plant and
seed catalog, together with enough seed
to grow
1,000 fine, solid Cabbages,
2,000 delicious Carrots,
2,000 blanching, nutty Celery,
2,000 rich, buttery Lettuce,
1,000 splendid Onions,
1,000 rare, luscious Radishes,
1,000 gloriously brilliant Flowers.
In all over 10,000 plants—this great offer
j is made to get you to test their warranted
vegetable seeds and
ALL FOR BUT IGC POSTAGE,
providing you will return this notice, and
if you will send them 20c in postage, they,
will add to the above a of the fa
mous Berliner Cauliflower. [K. L.J
There is no impossibility to him who
| stands prepared t«> conquer every hazard.
The fearful are tiie failing.—S. J. Hale.
Stop* tlir Congh
and works off the cold. Laxative Bromo
j Quinine Tablets. Price 25 cents
j The whole family loves an eligible lover.—■
K. O. Times-J)t ;inociat.
Piso's Cure for Consumption is an infalli
ble medicine for cough- and colds.—N. W.
Samuel, Oeeau Grove, N. J., Feb. 17, 1900.
The best of prophets of the future is tha
past. —Lord Byron.
Genuine
Carters
Little Liver Pills,
Must Bear Signature of
se« Pac-Slmilc Wrapper Below.
[Very sjuull and as easy
to take as t ujar.
f*Airrrß , cl FORHEADARHC <
iluAm LKo FOR DIZZINESS.
WHITTLE FOR BILIOUSNESS,
Iffgiyfrb FOR TORPID LIVER,
fci 9 PILLS FOR CONSTIPATION.
I m KB FOR SALLOW SKIM.
I IFOR THE COMPLEXION
I . OSfiBIUIW2 MUT HAVt _
f5 Cwtj I Purely Vegetable)
lusiumi
| CURE SICK HIAPACHB.