1 1 $r GEORGE DM McCUTCHEON Illustrations 4rKAY Walters COPYMGffT. Ct DODO, rtZAD AfD cortPArr SYNOPSIS. 2 In tlte New York home nf Jann- Ri.hhI IlHWKM HHll KlKKB. tllH two old pi llfilollers Htul comrade, await the comlnir of Hrood'H nun Kreili-rU- to leiun the contents of a. wlrlfH from Kroixl. but Frederic, after rfHdliiK. throws It Into the lire anil leave the room without m word. Frederic tells I.ydla Diamond, hln tl.in.-.-c. that the nifMHjiKM announcer ill futiier'a murrii'Ke and orders the. houe prepared for an im mediate homecoiiiliiK'. CHAPTER II Continued. "It proves that your father has mnde no mistake In si'iectlng his friend, my deur. My dear husband lined to say that he would cheerfully die for James Brood and he knew that James Brood uould have died for him Juki us read ily. There Is something in friendships of that sort that we can't understand. We have never been able to test our friends, much lens ourselves. We " "I would die for you, Mrs. Des mond," cried Frederic, a deep flush overspreading bis face. "For you and Lydia." "You come by that naturally," she said, faying her hand upon his arm. ''Wood will tell. , Thank you, Fred eric." She smiled. "I am sure it will not be necessary for you to die for me, however. As for Lydia, you must live, not die for hor." "I'll do both," he cried, impulsively. "Forgive me." "There is nothing to forgive," she ttald simply. "And now, one word more, Frederic. You must accept this new condition of affairs in the right spirit. Your father has married again, after all these years. It is not likely that be has done so without delibera tion. Therefore, It is reasonable to assume that he is bringing home with him a wife of whom he at least is proud, and that should weigh con siderably In your summing up of the situation. She will be beautiful, ac complished, refined and good, Fred eric. Of that you may be sure. Let me implore you to withhold Judgment until another and later day." "I do nut object to the situation, Mrs. Desmond." said he, the angry light returning to his eyes, "so much as I resent the wording of that tele gram. It Is always Just that way. He loses do cl ance to humiliate me. He" "Hush! You are losing your temper again." "Well, who wouldn't? And here's another thing the very worst of all. How Is this new condition going to affect you, Mrs. Desmond?" She wag silent for a moment. "Of course I shan't stay on here, Frederic. I shall not be needed now. As soon as Mrs. Urood Is settled here I ishall go." "And you expect me to be cheerful and contented!" he cried, bitterly. "Something of the sort," she said. "My father objects to my going Into business or taking up a profession. I am dependent on him for everything. But why go into that? We've talked It over a thousand times. I don't un derstand but perhaps you do. It's a dog's way of living." "Your father is making a man of you." "Oh, he Is, eh?" with great scorn. "Yes. He will make you see some day that the kind of life you lead is mm ri v.i i ,. i .ii iii i j TV i-iL 1 1 She Wat Silent for a Moment. not the kind you want. Your pride, your ambition will rebel. Then you will make something out of life for yourself." "Well, it looks to me as if he means to make it Impossible for me to marry, Mrs. Desmond. I've thought of it a good deal." . "And Is It impossible?" "No. I shall marry Lydia, even though I have to dig In the streets for her. It Isn't that, however. There's some other reason back of bis attl tude, but for the life of me I can't get at it." SINGER'S RECIPE FOR HEALTH Mme. 8chumann-Heink, Operatic Star, Recommends Housework for American Girls. My mother was a fine lady. I re member her, with her little fine hands and her little feet. But she never had a maid, and so she had to do everything herself. She thought it did not harm a daughter of a major or a captain to do her own work. From her I learned to sew and daru stockings, Wr m 5 wfl T "I wouldn't try to gel at It. my dear," she said. "Wait and see. Come, you must have your coffee. 1 am glad you came down early. The old gentlemen are at breakfast now. Come in." He followed her dejectedly, a per ceptible droop to his shoulders. Mr. Dawes and Mr. Higgs were seat ed at the table. I.ydla, a trifle pale and distrait, was pouring out their thlrXl tup of coffee. The old men showed no siKil of their midnight ex perience. They were very wide awake, clear-eyed and alert, as old men will be who do not count the years of life left in the span appoint ed for them. "(iood morning, Freddy," said they, almost In one voice. As he passed behind their chairs on his wuy to Lydia's side, he slapped each of them cordially on the back. They seemed to swell with relief and gratitude. He won not in the habit of slapping them on the back. "Good morning, gentlemen." said he. Then he lifted Lydia's slim tin gers to his Hps. "Good morning, dear." She squeezed his fingers tightly and smiled. A look of relief leaped, into her eyes; the drew a long breath. She poured his coffee for him every morning. Her hand shook a little as she lifted the tiny cream pitcher. 'I didn't sleep very well," she explained In a low voice. His hand rested on her shoulder for a moment lu a gentle caress. "Poor old Jim!" sighed Mr. Dawes. "He'll probably have to ask us to va mose, too. I Imagine she'll Insist on making a spare bi'drooen out of our room, ho's Blie can entertain all of ber infernal relations. Jones, will you give me some more bacon and another egg?" "And I thought it was nothing but a shipwreck," murmured Mr. Higgs, plaintively. Frederic hurried through breakfast. Lydia followed htm Into the library. "Are you going out, dear?" she asked anxiously. "Yes. I've got to do something. I can't sit still and think of what's go ing to happen. I'll be back for lunch eon." Half an hour later luf was In the small bachelor apartment of two col lege friends, a few blocks farther up town, and he was doing the thing he did nearly every day of his life tn a surreptitious way. He sat at the cheap upright piano In their disor dered living-room and, unhampered b the presence of young men who pre ferred music as It Is rendered for the masses, played as if his very soul was in his Angers. CHAPTER III. The Bride. Frederic flatly refused to meet the steamer when she docked. As If swayed by bis decision, Dawes and Higgs likewise abandoned a plan to greet the returning master and his bride as they came down the gang plank. Hut for the almost peremp tory counsel of Mrs. Desmond, Brood's son would have absented himself from the house on the day of their arrival. Jones and a footman went to the pier with the chauffeur. It was half-past two in the after noon when the automobile drew up in front of the house and the fur coated footman nimbly hopped down and threw oicn the door. James Brood, a tall, distinguished looking man of fifty, stepped out of the limousine. For an Instant, before turning to assist his wife from the car, he allowed his keen eyes to sweep the windows on the lower floor. In one of them stood his son, holding the lace curtains apart and smiling a welcome that seemed Blucere. He waved his hand to the man on the sidewalk. Brood responded with a swift, almost perfunctory gesture and then held out his hand to the woman who was de scending. Frederic's intense gaze was fixed on the stranger who was coming into his life. At a word from Brood, she glanced up at the window. The smile still lingered on the young man's Hps, but his eyes were charged with an expression of acute wonder. He had never looked upon a more beautiful creature in all his life. A kind of stu pefaction held him motionless until he heard the door close behind them; In the brief interval, however, a picture had been impressed upon his senses that was to last forever. She was slightly above the medium height, slender and graceful even in the long, thick coat that enveloped her. She did not wear a veil. He had a swift but enduring glimpse of a cu riously pallid, perfectly modeled face: of Jut black hair; of a firm, sensitive chin. Somehow he received the ex traordinary impression that the slim, lithe body was never cold; that she expressed In some Indefinable way the unvarying temperature of youth. He hurried Into the hall, driven by the latent spur of duty, lie beard bis father's warm, almost gay response to the greetings of the old men, whose hands he wrung with a fervor that was unmistakable. He beard him and I could patch a pair of officer's trousers so neatly that you could not tell where the patch was. And, what was more difficult still, I could darn a hole near the neckband of a shirt so that you could not tall there had ever been any bole; in fact. It is due to this experience of mine that 1 have never employed a maid. And I learned to cook, too. And to this day I love to do It I do not cook In the American, but In the Austrian style; but everybody who tries my cooking knew It Is all right. Very THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURG, PA. present them to the new Mrs. Brood as "the best old boys In all the world," and they wore both Baying, with spas modic cackles of pleasure, that she "mustn't believe a word the young rascal said." He was struck by the calm, serene manner In which she uccepted these jocular contributions to the occasion, i Her snillo was friendly, her handshake cordial, and yet there was an unmis takable air of toleranoe, as of one who Is accustomed to tribute. Sho merely smiled and thanked them In simple, commonplace phrases. Her voice was low-pitched and marked by a busi ness that was peculiar in that It was musical, not throaty. Frederic, on first seeing her, had leaped to the con clusion that her Kngllsh would not be perfect, lie was somewhat surprised to discover that she had but the faint est trace of un accent. He awoke sud denly, however, to the realization that he had been looking Into his new step mother's eyes for a long time and that nhe was returning his gaze with some Intensity. "And this?" she said, abruptly break ing In upon one of Danbury's hasty reminiscences, effectually ending It, "this Is Frederic?" She came directly toward the young man, her small, gloved hand extended. Her eyes were looking Into his with an Intentness thnt disconcerted him. There was no smile on lier lips. It was us If she regarded this moment as a pronounced crisis. Frederic mumbled something fatu ous about being glad to see her, and felt his face burn under her steady gaze. His father came forward. "Yes; this Is Frederic, my dear," he said, without a trace of warmth tn his voice. As she withdrew her hand from Frederic's clasp, James Brood extended bis. "How are you, Fred eric?" "Quite well, sir." They shook hands In the most per functory manner. "I need not ask how you are, fa ther," suld the son, after an Instant's hesitation. "You uever looked bet ter, sir." "Thank you. 1 am well. Ah, Mrs. Desmond! It is good to be home again with you all. My dar, permit me to Introduce Mrs. John Desmond. You have heard me speak of my old comrade and " "I have heard you speak of Mr. Des mond a thousand times," said his wife. There may have been a shade of em phasis on the prefix, but it was so alight that no one remarked It save the widow of John Desmond, who had joined the group. "Will you go to your room at once, Mrs. Brood?" asked lira. Desmond. The new mistress of the house had not offered to shake hands with her, as James Brood had done. She had moved closer to Frederic and was smiling In a rather shy, pleading way, In direct contrast to her maimer of the moment before. The smile was for her stepson. .She barely glanced at Mrs. Desmond. "Thank you, no. I see a nice, big fire and oh, I have been so cold!" She shivered very prettily. "Come!" cried her husband. "That's Just the thing." No one spoke as they moved toward the library. "We must try to thaw out," ha added dryly, with a faint smile on his lips. His wife laid her hand on Frederic's arm. "It Ib cold outside, Frederic." she said; "very cold. I am not accus tomed to the cold." He was prepared to dislike her. He was determined that his hand should be against her in the conflict that was bound to come. And now, iu a flash, a strange, new emotion rushed up within him like a flood. A queer, wistful note of sympathy in her voice had done the trick. Something in the touh of her fingers on his arm completed the mystery. He was con scious of a mighty surge of relief. The horizon cleared for him. 'We shall do our best to keep you warmth," he said quite gayly, aud was somewhat astonished at himself. They had preceded the others Into the library. James Brood was divest ing himself of his coat In the hall, at tended by the leech-like old men. Mrs. Desmond stood lu the doorway, a de tached figure. "You must love me, Frederic. You must be very, very fond of me, not for your father's sake but for mine. Then we shall be great friends, not antagonists." He was helping her with her coat. "I confess I looked forward to you with a good deal of animosity," be said. "But I shall not be a stepmother," she said quickly. Her eyes were seri ous for an Instant, then filled with a luminous smile. "I shall be Yvonne to you, nnd you Frederic to me. Let It be a good beginning." "You are splendid!" he cried. "It's not going to be at all bad." "I am sure you will like me," she said composedly. Brood Joined them at the fireside. "My dear, Mrs. Desmond will show you over the house when you are ready. You will be Interested In see ing the old place. Later on I shall take you up to my secret hiding place, as they say in books. Hanjab will have the rooms in order by this eve ning. Where is your daughter, Mrs. Desmond?" "She is at work on the catalogue, Mr. Brood, In the jade-room. In your last letter you Instructed her to finish that" "But this Is a holiday, Mrs. Des mond," said ho, frowning. "Jones, will you ask Miss Lydia to Join us for tea at half-past four?" "You will adore Lydia," said Fred eric to Mrs. Brood. Apparently she did not bear htm, for she gave no sign. She was look' often when visitors come to my bouse In Chicago I am very sorry; but I cannot see them because I have my apron on and am in the kitchen, cook ing. I found that work about the borne developed In me a constitution that has been one of iny most valuable pos sessions. There Is no work that does more to promote health In a girl. Sweeping, wreBtllng with a feather bed, or pushing furniture out of the way wbllo she sweeps, develops her back and ber bust at the same time, Ing u limit the room with eyes that seemed to take In everything. "I am sure I shall be very happy in this dear old house," she said quietly. "Your own mother must have loved It, Frederic." James Brood started. Unnoticed by the others, his fingers tightened on the gloves he curried In his hand. "I never knew my mother." said the young man. "She died when I was a baby." 'But of course thiB was her home, wns It not?" "I don't know," said Frederic, un comfortably. "1 suppose so. I I came here a few years ago and " "But even though you never knew her, there must still be somothlng here that thnt bow bIiuII I say It? I mean, you must feel that she and you were here together years and years ago. One may never have seeu his mother, yet he can always feel her. There is something Bliall I say spiritual In" Her husband broke In upon these unwelcome reflections. His voice was curiously hnrsh.. "Mrs. Desmond is waiting. Yvonne. She drew herself up. "Are you In such great haste, Mrs. Desmond?" she nuked In a voice that cut like a knife. Instinctively, she glanced at Fred eric's face. She saw the muscles of the jnw harden and an angry light leap Into bis eyes. Instantly her arro gance fell away. "I beg your pardon, Mrs. Desmond. I have many bad hab its, isuw will you kindly show me to my room? I prefer that you and not of the servants should be my guide. Au revolr, Frederic. Till tea time. James." Her eyes were sparkling, her husky voice once more full of the appealing quality that could not bo denied. The Hush of Injured pride faded from Mrs. Desmond's brow, and a faint look of surprise crept Into her eyes. To her further amazement, the younger wom an laid a hand upon ber arm and gave It a gentle, friendly pressure. The men watched them In silence as they left the room, side by side. A moment later they heard the soft laughter of the two women as they mounted the stairs together. Frederic drew a long breath. "She's splendid, father," he said, m pulsively. Brood's face was still clouded. He did not respond to the eager tribute. Father and son faced each other. They were a striking pair, each In his way an example of fine, clean "But I Shall Not Be a Stepmother," She Said, Quickly. manhood. The father was taller by a couple of Inches than the son, and yet Frederic was nearly six feet In bis stockings. Both were spare men, erect and gracefully proportioned. Brood gave out the Impression of great strength, of steel sinews, of In vincible power; Frederic did not sug gest physical strength, and yet he was a cl(nilmbed, well-built fellow. He had a fine head, a slim body whose every movement proclaimed nervous energy, and a face that denoted tem perament of the most pronounced character. It was not a strong face, nor was It weak; it represented char acter without force. On the other hand, James Brood's lean, handsome face was full of power. His gray eye3 were keen, steady, compelling and seldom alight with warmth. His Jaw was firm, square, resolute, and the lines that sank heavily Into tho flesh In his cheeks were put there not by age but by the very vigor of manhood. His hair was quite gray. Frederic waited for his father to speak. But James Brood had noth ing to say. "She la very attractive father," said the young man at lust, almost wistfully. He did not renllze It, but he was groping for sympathy. Brood had been in the house for a quarter of an hour, after an absence of nearly a year, yet his greeting had been cold, casual, matter-of-fact.- Fred eric expected little more' than tbat; still he felt in a vague way that now, if never again, the Ice of "reserve might be broken between them If only for a moment. He was ready and willing to do his part. Brood was studying the young man's face with an intensity that for the moment disconcerted him. He seemed bent on fixing certain features In his mind's eye, as if bis memory bad once played him false and should not do so again. It was a habit of Brood's and makes her fit to fight the world. I strongly recommend that kind of work to all American girls. Mme. Schumann-Helnk In the ' Saturday Evening, Tost. What the Troglodyte Is, and Why. "A troglodyte, my son," said J Fuller Gloom, "Is a mossgrown, sta tionary gentleman who believes that ambitious nations will live up to treat ies because they have signed them, who lives In abject terror of being un constitutional, who la perfectly satis after prolonged separations, to look for something in the boy's face that lie wanted to Bee and yet dreaded, something that might have escaped him when In daily contact with him. Now, at the end of the rather offen sive scrutiny, he seemed to shake his head slightly, although one could not wave been sure. "And as charming as she Is attrac tive, Frederic," be said, with a faint flush of the enthusiasm he suppressed. "Who la she?" asked his son, with out realizing the bluntness of bis eager question. "Who Is she?" repeated his father, raising his eyebrows sltghtly. "She Is Mrs. James Brood." "I I beg your pardon," stammered Frederic. "I didn't mean to put It in that way. Who was she? Where did you meet her and Oh, I want to know all there Is to tell, father. I've heard nothing. I am naturally curi ous Brood stopped him with a gesture. "She was Yvonne Lestrange, before we were married Mademoiselle I.ti- strange. We met some tlmo ago at the bonne pf a mutual friend In I'nrls. I assure you, her references are all that could be desired." Ills tone was sarcastic. Frederic flushed. "I'm sorry I naked the questions, sir," he said, stiffly. Brood suddenly laughed, a quiet laugh that had some trace of bumor and a touch of compunction In It. "I beg your pardon, Frederic. Come up to my room and smoke a cigar with me while I'm changing. Ill tell you about her. She Is wonderful." To his own surpiiBo, and to Fred eric's astonishment, he linked his arm n the young man's and started toward the hall. Afterwurd Brood was to won der even more than he wondered then what it was that created the sudden desire to atone for the hurt look ho had brought to the eyes of Matlldu's son and the odd longing to touch his arm gently. CHAPTER IV. In the Jade-Room. Lydia met Brood and Frederic at the top or the stairs. She bad re ceived the niessuge through Jones and was on her way to dress for tea. The muster of the house greeted her most cordially. He was very fond of tills lovely, gentle daughter of John Desmond. Into their association had stolen an Intimate note that softened the cold reserve of the man to a marked degree. His chief Joy was to chat with her over the work he was doing and to listen to her frank, hon est opinions. She regarded herself as his secretary or hts amanuensis, In the strict sense of speaking but he considered her to be a friend as well, and treated her with a freedom that was not extended to others. A faint gleam of astonishment lurked In the girl's eyes as she stood before the two men. Never, in her experience, had there been such an ex hibition of friendliness between father and Bon. A curious throb of Joy rushed up from her heart and lodged in her throat. For the flint time she found it difficult to respond with com posure to Brood's lively comments. Tears were lying close to the surface of her eyes tears of relief and grati tude. The buoyant expression in Fred eric's told a new story. Her heart rejoiced. "Nonsense!" said Brood when she announced thnt she was going to change her gown. "You never leuked so pretty, my dear, as you do at this moment. Come Just as you are, to please me." 'A tea party and an autopsy are very much alike, Mr. Brood," said she. "Ouo can learn a lot at cither. Still, if you'd like to have Mrs. Brood see me as I really am, I'll appear suns plumage." "I'd like It." said he promptly. "I am sure you will like each other, Lydia." i am glad you did not say we would admire each other," said she quaintly. "You look very happy. Mr. Brood," she went on, her eyes bright. "I believe I am happy," said he. "Then we shall all be happy," was her rejoinder. She returned to the Jade room on the upper floor, where she had been at work on the catalogue. Brood had a very large and valuable collection of jade. The jade-room, so called, was little more than a large closet off the remarkable room which James Brood was pleased to call his "hiding place," or on occasion, his "retreat." No one ventu.'ed Into either of these rooms except by special permission. Hanjab, his Indian servant, slept In au adjoining room, and it was whis pered about the house that not even James Brood had viewed Its Interior. This silent, unapproachable man from the mysterious heart of India, locked his door wheii he entered the room and locked it when he came out. No one, not even the master, thought of entering. Mr. Dawes, in his cups or out of them, was resimnslble for the Impression that the man -kept deadly serpents there. As a matter of fact, Hanjab was a peaceable fellow aud desperately afraid of snakes. Lydia loved the feel of the cold, oily lumps of jade. There wcro a few pieces of porcelain of extreme rarity and beauty as well, anfl several price less bits of cloisonne. Tout It was the Jade she loved. There were two or three hundred objects of various sizes and color and all were what might be called museum pieces. She had been at work for half an hour or longer when a noiBe lu the outer room attracted her attention. She had the odd feeling that some one was looking at her through the open door, and swiftly turned. Except when occupied by Brood the fled to have every complaint answered by wavlngs of the gur-rand old ful-lag. who votes for the glorious old party of What's his name because bis father did, and who Is afraid that anything and everything that has not been done before will disturb business. He is the joy of the professional politician and the despair of those eccentric souls who believe that because some thing ought to be done they ought to try to do It "Although indigenous to all locali ties, be Is especially and painfully room was darkened by means of heavy window hangings; the effect was that produced by the gloaming Just before the stars appear. Objects were shadowy, Indistinct, mysterious. The light from the Jude-room door threw a diverging ray across the full length of the room. In the very con tr of this brlgnt ftrlp sat a plamd effigy of Buddha that Brood had found in a remote corner of Slum, serenely stolid on top of its thick base of bronze and lucquer, with a shining shrine for a background. In the dim edge of the shadow, near the door at the far end of the room, Lydia made out the motionless, Indistinct figure of a woman. The faint outlines of the face were discernible but not so the A Noise in the Outer Room Attracted Her Attention. features. For a moment the girl t-tared at the watcher and then advanced to the door. "Who is II?" she Inquired, peering. A low, husky voice replied, with a suggestion of laughter In the tones. "1 am exploring the house." Lydia came forward at once. "Oh. it is Mrs. 'Brood. I beg your pardon. Shall I switch on the lights?" "You are Lydia?" "Yes, Mrs. Brood." "I have been prowling everywhere. Your good mother deserted me when my maid arrived with Hanjab a short time ago. Isn't this the dreadful blue beard room? Shall I lose my head If I um discovered by the ogre?" The girl fell the spell stealing over her. The low voice of the woman iu the shadow was like a sensuous ca ress. She experienced a sudden long ing to be closer to the speaker, to listen for the very intal.e of ber breath. "You have already been discovered by the ogre. Mrs. Brood," said Lydia, gayly, "and your head appears to b quite safe." "Thank you," rather curtly, as if re pelling fumillarlty. It was like a dash of cold water to Lydia's spirits. "You may turn on the lights. 1 should like to see you. Miss Desmond." The girl crossed the room, passing close to the stranger in the house. The fragrance of a perfume hitherto unknown to her separated Itself from the odor of sandalwood that always filled the room; It was soft, delicate, refreshing. It wus like a breath of cool, sweet air filtering into a close, stuffy room. One could not help draw lug In a long, full breath, as if the lungs demanded its revivifying quali ties. A soft, red glow begnn to fill the room as Lydia pulled the cord near the door. As tho light grew brighter and brighter the eyes of the stranger swept the room with undisguised won der in their depths. "How extraordinary!" she mur mured, and then turned swiftly toward the girl. "Where does It come from? I can see no lights. Aad see! There are no shadows, not even beneath the tuble yonder. It It Is uncanny but, oh, how lovely!" Lydia was staring at her with. .wide open eyes, frankly astonished. The eager, excited gleam vanished from Mrs. Brood's lovely eyes. They nar rowed ever so slightly. "Why do you stare at me?" she de manded. "I I expected" began Lydiu, and stopped In pretty confusion. "I see. You expected a middle-aged lady, ul c? And why, pray, should Jimes Brood marry a middle-aged person?" "I 1 don't know. I'm sorry If I have offended you." Mi. Blood smiled, a gay, pleased little smile that revealed ber small, even teeth. "You haven't offended mo, my dear," she said. 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Vs. nays ."1 waa liiiil UD In bed for week k with rilMftr dered kidneys. Mi liHi'k hi'IihiI almost I constantly and tlwl kidney Beereiiuiui were Irreirulur In 1 nHHnipp. 1 tnV 'much medlelTO, butj gat no relief until I took Doan s Km nev Pllla. Thev r- stored me to guoi neultn." n A ClM KA m Ro DOAN'SV.IIV .... nnrrii a U Vl (EVERY HORSE OWNER SHOULD KEEP A BOTTLE OF warn Thar Ll Nothiuf Just m Cood For SPAVIN CALLS SWEENY . SPRAINS WOUNDS SCRATCHES SWELLINGS COLLAR BOILS. SOME TESTIMONY: "I unhesitatingly pronounce Yager's Liniment the most wonderful llurse Liniment 1 have ever used. Have been handling and training horses for speed for twenty years and have bad hundreds of different brands of so called horse remedies. I wish youf Yager's Liniment the large sale it so will deserves, and recommend H most highly." B. L. TUFT, S&iem, N.J. ' Drimr and Trainer of Wm. Peaa. Hjnl, tCK LARGE UOTTLK, It Sr., at 1 Hatters Prepared bf Gilbert Bros. & Co., Ikc BALTIMORE, MO. S3 RIIEUr.lAGIDE The Old Reliable Remedy tor urate, enronlo or mnsealar RHEUMATISM BbeaawUe (Jons or Lumbago Rff tTtTMACTDV Is smh a Dmwratiofi tksi tflTM only temporary ntltfit, bus IS. ' nlfiied to mtuova tiia-eans aiul drives (be polauu (rota um system. At AU Drag-fists MM
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