THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURG. PA. The CHAPTER XIII Continued. Trying not to soem over-eager, he took It and read the postmark and the signature. It wag Hill's and came from Jersey City 1 At last the scent was getting warm. What good for tune! But he must not seem too anxious, or she might grow reticent Diplomacy, diplomacy! "You are treated better than I 810!" lie complained whimsically. "I haven't even had a card! Bat then, you are lady, which makes all the difference. Ah! woman, lovely woman I How you laicloate and abuse ml" 8hs giggled self-consoiously. "So this is the latent news of Hill!" aid Pedro. "I suppose you write to ach other frequently T" "Well, no!" said she. "You see, I'm engaged. I told Mr. Sam It was use less, but he's so persistent." She giggled again. "Poor Sara!" said Pedro. "You are very cruel!" "Do you happen to know his Jersey address?" she asked, thereby giving Pedro the Information he wanted, to wit: that she was unaware of Hill's present whereabouts. "Oh! he was only there for a day!" said Pedro, putting the coin which she Indicated out of his handful, upon the counter. "He might drop In here any time. If he does, tell blm Pedro was asking for him, will you? Aud now good-by; I must be off!" As Pedro Joined his watting com panion outside he was met with a ' string of reproaches. "Never before have I seen you tarry so long with a woman, oh, waster of precious moments!" said Beau-Jean. "How shall It benefit thee?" "It has already done so!" declared Pedro. "Come, hasten with me. We are going to Jersey City. I shall ex plain on the way." So off they went to the ferry, Mr. Jones, the Inadvertent detective, shut ting after. To discover where the picture post card had been purchased would have been almost Impossible; but to locate the district In which it had been nailed was easy enough, and that, combined with the hour which bad been stamped upon It, was sufficient evidence to show that Sam had been near the water-front at some time be tween eight and ten o'clock on the evening of the previous Monday. Con sequently, the next problem that con fronted them was what Hill had done after dropping this exquisite chromo Into a district "X" pillar-box? Pedro at once tried to picture his own prob able actions were he to find himself 1n such a district at such an hour, with, presumably, no company but Mr. Jones! Ah! of course! the cabarets the saloons of the dance! That seemed the obvious answer, but he consulted with Beau-Jean, to be cer tain. . . . Yes, Beau-Jean would make straight for the cafes, and Hill had probably done the same. Thus it came about that the shades of evening found them loitering from one low-browed ramshackle dive to another, over Inquiring for Hill, of whom they found no further sign. Finally, when nine o'clock had come, and still nothing had been discovered, Beau-Jean suggested that they post pone their effort until the following day, ajid rest their weary brains and bodies for a while. But Pedro would have none of these suggestions. "But I am hungry!" protested the giant "Here it Is, of an hour, and we have eaten nothing since noon. . More over, the bear Is famished. Presently he will begin to growl." "Well," admitted Pedro reluctantly, "I am hungry myself. Let us go and at and smoke. Afterward, we shall feel more inclined to search. Whero shall we go?" "I think there Is a lunch-wagon down by the dock," said Beau-Jean, "let us make an examination." "All right," Pedro assented, and they set off at a brisk pace, In the direction of the lights. Sure enough, there was a lunch wagon backed up against the ferry louse, and as they approached, It took on an increasingly familiar air. Pe dro's interest was now quickened by more than the thought of food. Where bad he seen that gaudy decoration be fore? . . . Holy saints! it was hie own! At the same Instant Beau-Jean recognized the movable hostelry of Mr. Isaac Lovejoy, with a whoop of glee, and they quickened their pace to a run. The worthy proprietor was occu pied in serving a pair of customers car conductors, or ferrymen, they ap peared to be but when he caught sight of Pedro he dropped the slice of pumpkin pie that he was In the net of transferring from plattor to plato. and, entirely disregarding this email mishap, he stretched out both hands to the boy, a broad smile of welcome spreading over his now ruddy face. "Well, well, I'm blessed!" ho cried. "The great little feller! and the big husky one, too! Well, well, ain't this grand? Come In, come in aud eat. It certainly docs my eyes good ter see you." A very different person from the fat but despondent lunch-wagoner whom Pedro had met In the grimy Uttlo sub urban square was the present smiling and prosperous I. Lovejoy, who beamed, who laughed, who pressed his best viands upon them. True, he was still very fat fatter than evei but the world had gone well with him, and he seemed to have used bis smil ing likeness on the wagon's extorlor ae an example to be lived up to. "Well, well! What brings you way off here?" be asked, when they bad eaten. For a moment Pedro hesitated, and then, locking Into the honest red face, Impossible By NINA WILCOX PUTNAM (Coprriiili by Uobbt-MorriU Co.) (Voided to give his confidence and re lated the cause of their sudden appear ance In the wilderness of the Jersey docks. "You don't say!" said the fat man, who had listened with great Interest and attention. "You don't say I Why, I seen the very feller! A likely-lookln' chap he was, too and a friend of my girl's." "Really? What good fortune!" cried rVb-o. And then Lovejoy went on to describe the meal that Hill had eaten with him. "And what are you a-goln' to do aamV toe concluded. 1 don't quite know," admitted Pe dro, "but what you have told us makes me sure that we are on the right track. We might keep on going through the saloons near by." The fat man looked thoughtful for a moment, scratching bis head In si lence. Then: "Lookey here!" he burst out "them low-down money-get-tin' dives are no ladles' cafes, and it ain't safe to wander round 'em 'cept In company. Now I like you you done for me what I can't repay, but I'll have a try. I'm a-goln' to lock up this place and I'm a-goln' with you." "Good!" exclaimed Pedro, holding out his hand, "you are what does one say a brick 1 Isn't he, Beau-Jean, eh? But it Is not necessary, and I beg that you will not disturb yourself." " 'Twon't disturb me nono," said Mr. Lovejoy, "and I liked that young fel ler. I bate to think he may be a-lyln' dead and cold In some wine-cellar, pierced through the heart with a dag ger, or a hatpin, maybe. I'm a-goln' ter help you re-venge him, yes, If I lose mouey by It, by Jingo!" "I beg that you will do nothing to make yourself a loss!" cried Beau Jean, who did not relish the prospect of this addition to their party. "Although every fifty cents lost keeps me Just that much further from my Lola," said Lovejoy solemnly, "I'm a-goln' to make the sacrifice this time." Wherewith, he concealed a long bread-knife In the Inner pocket of his overcoat, and, extinguishing the light announced that he was ready for ac tion. "Where now?" asked the giant, as the three, followed, of course, by Mr. Jones, strode out Into the night "There's Beer Peter's," suggested the new member, "have you tried there?" "No," responded Pedro, "where Is It?" "Follow me," directed Lovejoy, "it's a likely place." They set off at once, and trudged on In silence until a low frame building, abutting on the river and built par tially on piles, was reached. Pushing open the felt-covered doors, Lovejoy paid for their entrance, and In an other moment tbey were in the long, low-celllnged room that formed the main portion of the building. A devas tating odor rushed out to meet them, like a blast from some evil furnace. The place was blue with tobacco Bmoke, and at the far end, beyond a sea of little tables, a girl was singing to the accompaniment of a cracked piano. At one end of this charming resort, which was typical enough of its class, stood the glittering bar with a shining array of glasses, mahogany and pol ished metal, while opposite the en trance, In what appeared to be a single-storied addition, was a room for dancing. Near the wide opeulng "You've Got the Coin, Ain't You?" Into this section, sat Theodore Pell, the reporter, in company with three companions Elloch, thcr painter, and two women. They were all very hila rious, but catching sight of Pedro, Pell excused himself, and began a some what uncertain progress in the direc tion of the newcomer. At the same Instant a man who seemed to be In authority there accosted the three and demanded to know If they wanted to have Mr. Jones perform. "The house takes half of what you get," he added. "Do you often have dancing bears here?" asked Tedro. "Nope, never yet" said the man, "but it might go. Try it on after the next dance, if you like." "Maybe I will," replied the other. Then, as the proprietor moved away, he added, speaking to Lovejoy In a low tone, "Lot us got right away. This place is too open. Nothing serious could happen here, and besides I am almost certain that Hill has not been here, from what that fellow said." "All right replied Lovejoy. "we w in rvmsK ,m iv. might try the bock room at Murphy's or Splkey Joe's place." "Good!" said Pedro promptly, hus tling them out before Pell could reach them. This escape did not, however, prevent the morning papers from bear ing an account of how Slgnor E. C. Pedro, the noted Spanish painter, went slumming in disguise. It was to the little unnamed wine cellar known as "Splkey Joe's" that tbs Njcue party went next Here the rrj scum of the docks was gathered, ant Che women were ef a kind one never fees by daylight There were thljrss and pickpockets, dancing and smaalng themselves Just as though thty were human; aud sickly-faced young men whose profession is un namable; a terrible group of weary young people, calloused, yet sensation hungry. The three companions bad scarcely entered before It became evi dent that here at least was a place in which Hill bad been, for a girl with flaming cheeks and an unbelievable coiffure turned and pointed to the bear, with a scream. "There's a Teddy," she called out, 'a cute little Teddy-bear, Just like the other guy bad. 'Dancing a bear must be a of a swell business!" she remaricea. "You've got the coin, ain't you, sweet heart?" and she stretched out her hand to touch his face. Pedro had her glass refilled. "Tell us about the other bear-fel low," he suggested. "I'd like to know who my rival Is." 'Sure, Cutle, I'll tell you," she smiled. But all she had to say was that a nice, fresh feller (presumably Hill) had been there three days ago, had made his bear perform, got no money for It, and had gone away peaceably. Whon It was clear that neither she nor anyone else there could give him any further Informa tion, Pedro arose and signaled the oth ers to do likewise. Now It happened that they soon came upon a portion of the one-sided street where the walk had been torn up, and perforce they had to cross the cobblestones beside the water. Here were some covered piers, and beside one of them Pedro stopped the trio that he might light a cigarette. Beau Jean followed suit, and Lovejoy, say ing that be had promised Lola not to smoke, shook his head, and stood look ing up at the semicircular sign above the dock entrance. 'Venezuela Fruit Steamship Com pany." He spelled It aloud slowly. A strange expression crept over Pe dro's face as he listened. "Let us look at the boat that goes to that glorious country!" he said Im pulsively. And they began moving toward the Ill-lit entrance. The gates were open, and In the dim light some men were working about the hold. As they approached they saw that a small corrugated iron houee, a story and a half in height was Jammed up against the dock; the watchman's dwelling, perhaps, or the company's offices. "What the devil do you want to go nosing around here for?" complained Lovejoy. "The cold Is something fierce!" "Just a moment!" pleaded Pedro. "I love that country so Venezuela!" "What's he up to?" Lovejoy whis pered to the giant But before Beau Jean could reply a lot of tilings began to happen. In tbo absorption of the moment Pe dro had slackened his hold upon Mr. Jones' chain, and the bear, giving a sudden tug, found hlmeelf free, and bounded off toward the little corru gated Iron house, some twenty feet away, and at once bgan scratching frantically upon the door that opened upon Its porch. Instantly the three men ran after him. "Come here, you bear!" yelled Love- Joy. "Don't! Let him alone!" cried Pe dro. What on earth could the crea ture's action mean? Then knowledge came to blm in a flash, and running to the door at which Mr. Jones was now sniffing and giving little growls of Joy, he put his ear to the panel. Holding up a hand which warned the others to silence, he spoke In a distinct but quiet voice. "Are you there, Sam Hill?" After a breathless pause, as If of unbelief on the part of the occupant of the room beyond, came the answer: "Yes; who are you?" "Pedro," was the reply. "Are you a prisoner?" 0 "Yes!" said the voice of Hill. "Good heavens! how did you come to find" The rest of the sentence was lost In a shout for help from Lovejoy; there was a sudden Bound of scuflllng, and Pedro, turning to his aid, was met by a blow on the bead from a burly fist CHAPTER XIV. To the Rescue. With maKlcol swiftness the semi- darkness began to swarm with strug gling shapes, which sprang from ev ervwhere and nowhere. Returning the blow of his assailant with all his puny Btrength, Pedro man aged to scramble Into position with his back aeolnst the house, where, from within, he could still hear Hill's voice shouting directions which, however, were unintelligible to bis distracted at tention. Somewhere near by. Boau Jean's string of rough oaths roared upon the turmoil, and Lpvejoy began vnltiln? for the nollce. At this latter cry there was a slight wavering among their unknown assailants, but It was aulcklv mended br a new onrush. The men who had been working at the ship now left their tasks and lotned the fracas on general prln clnlos. sldlnu with neither party, but laying about them with vigor and a splendid lack of discrimination. But It Boy was already quite a fierce Btruggle, and Pedro very soon began to find It diffi cult to keep his feet. The man with whom he was confronted had an over whelming advantage In height and weight while Pedro was slight and soft, and, truth to tell, rather badly frightened. If only he could manage to keep the fellow from knocking hlra out till Beau-Jean and Lovejoy man aged to win, or the police arrived. But wbsllf he should fail? B seemed as though they bad an trmj against them, though as a mat ter of fact, there were not more than m la all. Twice be with difficulty suppressed the temptation to call upon his friends for help, and with sobbing Indrawn breath fought on wildly, elu- slvely, striving desperately to prevent his opponent from grappling with him. "Open the Window." A solitary policeman (a night rounds man) had come up. Pedro could hear him shouting above the din, but bis efforts at establishing order were ab solutely Ineffectual. By now Pedro was fast losing strength. It seemed to him that at any Instant he must succumb, and sink 'to the ground. Only a horror of being trampled on sustained blm, and bis head was growing light. Then bis an tagonist, who was bent upon bis In- Jury or capture, Infuriated at being held off so long by this mere slip of a boy, managed to get a leg hold upon Pedro. It was too much, and the boy's courage gave way. "Au soucceur!" he screamed. "A mol, Beau-Jcanl Au soucceur!" Then somehow, be never quite knew In what manner, the giant was beside him, and the black menacing shape of the other man burled through space and landed among his follows, scatter ing the fighters for an Instant Then Hill's voice arose again, and this time, Pedro, leaning breathless and panting against the house, heard and under stood. "Open the window." Hill was yell ing, "It's fastened from the outside. Open the window!" With aching arms, Pedro strove to obey, but the heavy Iron bar that held the galvanized shutters closed, re sisted bis effort. Beau-Jean, mean while, was a veritable windmill, and one of the stevedores had ranged him self beside the Fronchman, feellng.no doubt, that It was desirable to fight with, rather than against this power ful person. "Open the window!" yelled Hill ceaselessly. Pedro bent all his strength to anotier effort, and at tb same mo ment there came to his ears the rap ping of the lone policeman's club upon the pavement, a signal that was not wholly without effect upon the entire crowd. Again the heavy iron bar of the shutter lifted an Inch or two, and again It slipped back Into Its socket Then some one struck him upon the shoulder and turning to defend him self, he looked up Into the fat dripping face of Mr. Lovejoy. "God bices me I" puffod that worthy, "that was a near thing) Thought you was the enemy 1" Pedro managed to gasp: "The shutter-barl Help me!" In the twinkling of an eye the heavy iron lath had been extracted and was being brandished over the lunch-wag oner's head, a deadly weapon that swept a space clear about the window, which now burst open to emit the dis heveled furious figure of Samuel Hill, who was armed with an improvised cudgel, evidently the leg of a table taken from the furnishings of his prison. "United we etand!" he shouted. springing Into the fight with relish. Then enme a cry that was echoed on all sides. "The reserves, the reserves,, the po lice!" and the crowd began to scatter. Almost as magically as they had been surrounded, they were left alone, but now, to be so left was fraught with almost as many dangers ae had beset them a moment sooner; for that the police should not lay hands upon them was the paramount thought in the minds of all. Hill was the first to act "This way!" he called, darting off toward on ill-lighted, Ill-paved street. flanked only by poster-covered fences. By great good luck the rescue party managed to escape pursuit and In less than half an hour they were seated (somewhat weary, but except for a few bruises none the worse for their experience) in the light and warmth of Levejoy s wagon, while they dls cussed tholr adventure over hot coffee and the Inevitable doughnuts. Outside tho beginning of a new snowstorm was filling the air with white petals, "And why, In the name of the gra cious Madonna, were you locked up?" inquired Pedro. "I cannot understand It" "There Is some mysterious Illegal business afoot among that crowd," said Hill thoughtfully. "They have got that bout chock full of ammunition and arms, and all under cover of being pianos, find such stuff. It's against the law, you know. They sail the day aft er tomorrow, at dawn, and as I bad ac cidentally stumbled upon their tricks, they decided to keep me safe until they got away. I've no doubt they would have let me go after that, with out any fuss, but it was beaBtly un pleasant being locked up that way." "You must give the Information to the authorities," said Pedro. Sam seemed to be In some doubt about this, but at last be decided that an explanation was due to these good friends who bad risked so much for him. "You see," he began, "there Is some bodythat is to say, somebody's near relation mixed up In this, and I well, damn It all! I can't very well gfre aim away!" Instantly a thousand conjectures sprang to Pedro's mind. "Is It Is It Iris' fataart" be said hesitatingly. Hill stared at him In amazement doughnut arrested half-way to his mouth. "Great Scott! How did you know?" be exclaimed. "Because well, I'll tell you later. But the reason Is that which made me come and look for you." he answered. You'll excuse us," he added to Love- Joy, "but it's a private affair, about a lady." "I will Indeed," responded the fat man, "ah! ladles, ladles!" 'We must talk this over at once!" exclaimed Hill, glancing at the clock, which showed that the hour was al most 1 a. in. "Come, let us go!" The three arose, and with many ex pressions of gratitude to tbetr host took their departure, and were soon settled upon the dingy benches of the north bound ferry. They were almost the only passengers on board, and lulled by the warmth of the cabin, Beau-Jean fell asleep, using Mr. Jones for a pillow, and the bear, also glad of the rest, followed suit. Here, then, was an excellent opportunity for talk, and the other two immediately proceeded to take advantage of it. Pedro spoke tlrtU, and related the story of his acquaintance with Iris and her request for his help in the matter of her father's secret trouble. Prom this narrative he omitted nothing ex cept her infatuation for himself, and at the end, came to the little paper on which she had written her promise. At this point Pedro began to mix fic tion aud fact. "I could not undertake to help her," he said, "because 1 soon discovered that some one dear to me would be In volved, and would In turn Involve me; but, more of that later. I then sug gested that you be called upon, but she was unwilling you have bad a little quarrel, eh?" The speaker watched Hill's eager face closely, to note the effect of this remark. The result was confirmatory to his own deductions. "Yes," said the elder man, "It was a silly quarrel about nothing." "Aha!" said Pedro, "so I felt sure. But she ah! she thought you would not come to ber aid. I knew different ly, and so I told her. Then she wroto this little paper (he spread It out upon his knee) and I set out to find you and give It to you." Hill took the fluttering bit of white, and read, with glad Incredulous eee: I hereby, promise to mrry you on th day you can toll tii my father la not be ing Biilijpctfd to diingnr, or has been rescued from that, If any, which now lm- porlla him. And I furthermore agrea to overcome any debatable objections you may have to the marriage. 1IU8 VANDERPOOU Tor me!" said Hill tensely. "She sent It to me!" There was an Instant's pause, and then Pedro lied manfully. "Yes!" said he. Hill let out such a whoop at this that Beau-Jean and Mr. Jones woke up long enough to shift their positions. "Tell her that I shall claim the re ward within the week!" Hill ex claimed exultlngly; "so she hud better THINK BENARES OLDEST CITY Sacred Spot to Hindus, Its Claim Is Supported by Most Students or Indian History. Which Is the oldest city In India? An attempt has been made to identify the Purana Klla at Delhi as built on the site on which was situated the Indrnput, mentioned in the Maliab harata as the capital of the five Pan davas. That Is quite possible, but In any case Indrnput disappeared long ago. Current Indian beliefs Is that as a city Benares Is absolutely the oldest In India. So much we do know from history that though In past cen turies It rivaled Delhi In wealth and mngntflcence, the conquerors left It alone. There has never been a sack of Inares, and this Is the more curi ous because It stands on one of the highways of commerce In India. Its position on the Ganges would natur ally make it a big center. We know that to Hindus, Benares or Kasl, is the most sacred spot on earth, and that those who die there are forgiven all their sins. It Is to the special In terpolation of Providence that Hin dus ascribe the freedom of BenareB from the sackings and devastation that have been the fate of other great Indian cities. In any case Benares ought to offer much good to any In dian antiquary. Tbo archaeological department has, of course, to leave It alone, because It Is still the ceutar I of a living Hinduism. prepare to pay up! When will you set ber?" 1 "Tomorrow night there will be 1 masquerade at the MUllganB," renfretf Pedro. "She Is to be there." "Then tell her" Hill begun. But Pedro stopped him, for even moment was bringing them nearer te the city, and he bad not yet finished. "I will," said be. "But listen no to my own pert of the story. You peo ple know nothing about me. Well, 1 am but no, I shall not say that until I have to. But this I must tell you. By some strange circumstance, the character of which I have not yet solved, my mother la in New York in company with Howe, whose real name Is Ricardo Valdez, an ex-minister oi the Venezuela government He, is as much a villain as my dear mother, my lovely girl-mother, Is an angel! Until a few days ago I Imagined her safe In her own borne, and now I discover ber here, and with that man! Some rea son that seems good to her must have brought ber, but what It Is, I cannot even guess. But this I know what ever of evil Valdex Is engaged In, she u ftjftMent and to yon I must confide nil interests, and beg that you allow no trm to toucb ber." "fert why don't you look after ber yttmsK?" gasped Hill In amazement 1 eannot!" cried Pedro, his eyes full of distress. "You see, I ran away oh, long, long ago, because she would have forced me to oh! I can not explain! But If she once saw me. she might betray me to that Valdez gang for my own good, as she thinks and then I would have to go off to a far country, and take up "a Job I loathe that would kill me, that would stop my being a painter! And even for my mother, I could not submit to that!" "But bow the devil can she make you go against your will?" demanded Sara. "And why did you leave her In the first place? It's all very mysteri ous!" "Yes, I know It sounds strange," re plied Pedro, "but I can only explain a little. You might take her side. In deed, almost every one does, except Old Nlta. They eeem to think that to be rich and powerful . . . Oh, they do not understand. They have given me too much freedom for their pur pose, and now they cannot tie me down. ... As for having left her, it was really she who left me. I had a little escapade very harmless mis chief It really was but afterward Val dez told me that my mother would not receive me any longer. I gave him a letter to her in which I beggod her to relent, but she never answered it nor my others. Were it not for my love of ber, it would be a relief to bave severed my connection with my past because of the different life I would lead should I go back, and now that I have begun to paint, to lead my own life. . . . But, please, I beg of you, as I have served you, promise to pro tect her, and ask me no more. Some day I may be able to tell you every thing, but not now." "Very well," assented Hill reluctant ly. "But I may call upon you to get her out of a difficulty if it should prove absolutely necessary to do so?" "Yes," returned Pedro. "But remem ber that for me to take any active part In the matter would have terribly serious results for me. Now tell me about Mr. Vanderpool." "I don't know much to tell," replied Hill. "He recognized me, allowed him self to be persuaded that I should be locked up till this damned boat had reached Its port, whatever it was, and grvs orders that I was not to be hurt Then he went off before I could get a word In edgewise, and I haven't seen him since." The ferryboat had reached its slip, and they aroused their sleeping com panions. "Will you go to the studio?" Pedro asked when they had landed. Hill considered for a moment. "No," he said, "I shall go back to Jones street with Beau-Jean and the bear. I'm going to get at the bottom Of this business before tomorrow that Is, today Is over. I have not yet de cided on a plnn of action, but In all probability, I shall be better able to work from the stratum of the tene ments than as myself. In the mean time, thanks, and good night, and God bless you for this!" He tapped the breast pocket wherein lay the promis sory note signed by Iris. (TO HR CONTTNTFn.) I MIGHT BE CHANCE FOR HIM Suggestion Mads by Smart Young Man, Though, Was Not Altogether a Pleasing One. There Is a certain middle-aged and old-fashioned business mun who Is a little doubtful whether be, or the oth er, carried off the honors of war In an Interview given to a smart young man. The smart young man was applying for a berth. "Let me see," said the merchant "you've called on me before, but not on your present errand. The first time you represented Up-to-Date, Limited, and offered to put our concern on mod ern lines. 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At lJ a inenii reeommen ded Lydia E. Pnk nam s Vceetnh! Compound to me and I tried it at 00 and found much relief. After thu had no pains at all and could do rr as always. For years I have praisJ L.yaia c rinKnam s vegetable Con pound for what it has done for m, and shall always recommend it aa tin man's friend. You are at liberty ton my letter In any way."-Mrs.Tnonsoi 649 W. Kusseil St, Philadelphia, Pa. Change of Life is one of the mJ critical periods of a woman s existent- Women everywhere should rcmemb- that there is no other remedy known carry women so successfully throui this trying period as Lydia fc. I'lnktats' Vegetable Compound. If you want special advld write to Lydia K. l'iiiklmiu Mrf iclne Co. ( confident ial), LynJ JHaHS. lour letter will iieoprst read and answered by a womJ and lield In strict coulidcncei Don't try to convince a mule that Is stubborn. He knows It. voi k owv i)ni i(iisr wii.i, mi 1 h,e mid (jninnlui.-(l Kr-liil: Nu Aaun. ..-ft! Kvt Coiuforl- Writ, tor ll-"ik of u bj aiuil Krt-. Muriun Kj-e Hutui-di tj.. ur The woman w ho wants her on can't understand why Ikt bust. doesn't. Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle CASTORIA, a safe and suro romedj infants and children, and see Uatl Bears the Signature of CjX! in Use For Over 30 Years Children Cry for Fletchcri Cutoi Trained for It. The Cynic 1 don't hi-c how managed to down that walnu tl boot with so much n lUh when : were exploring in tho arctic. The Explorer Why, man, i'dtal homemade pies in a hoarding now The Forward Turn. Pierre Ilodjcstvensky, (lie H'J' It'Tviiw-krn. said 11 IMIinill Kr .jm . 1 recpnt military argument: "These assailants of the R" campaign are Ignorant. Their tl ments show a military Iporanc ureat as the sea Ignorance thai shown by the young tripper t first vlult to Coney island. "As this tripper and his Stfl ! J on the Coney Island lM-ath, me ) woman said: '"Al. is the tide going out or Inn In' "'Coming in, of coiiifC yo M Al answered. 'Cant you we way the waves are tiirnin' over A Truth From Germany. Huns Dlodrlcht of tlm f,emt sulate In Charleston was arpirai ' li.rM plnniiHiice ami IrrefutaDie In a Charleston club on tb Psf dlmmultlnii nf the kaiser. A Cl.nrlcHton hanker interr'l Hi Mr. Dledrlcht, but H"1 hw' 1 0 til firmly nnd calmly to m 'Pi intricate thread. J The banker iiiUrruptfd re ..... !!,. re. .Mr. Hint;, uui, to ... iinmnt'nil At ! UMU.w (Is Iiut when for ine um- .. i... 1. limi ruse t came mi iiucn.,1 ... better of the German dlPI striking the table wit" -id. shouted In a loud. """'V ,e 1 "Empty stomach maka IM noise!'" Tone Up! Not Drugs- Food Does -wholesome, apjj Mr vigor imoi " clog the system Such a food is H4 TKa GrapeNuti The entire nutria 1 wheat ana - f eluding the v.- -salts-phosphate n asn, etc. j Long at; digested ready t ideal food wither milk, and fine " Toj, combination Kea50 "There's a en Craped WOMEN ltlr
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