: SYNOPSIS iy Dr. Davis and his wife, May, have been quarreling. “Davis 48 jealous of Beranger-de Brie, a.per- fume manufacturer, and May 4s Jealous of Myra Pfeffer, an artist. 4 7 Davis receives a supposedly profes- 3 sional coll. He finds Myra in a “3 Enid : restaurant pretending illness. He : wes her story and takes her On “opening the door he i thoughtlessly pockets her key. May, : becoming suspicious, follows him «and sees him with Myra. She gets | Beranger and they go to a cabaret 3 from where she telephones her hus- band. Davis rushes to the cabaret ond fights with de Brie. Davis ez- plains “the ‘situation. CHAPTER XlI—Contlnued “Well, it made me furious when I was talking to you over the Ea 2 phone—when you were there in a that - Chinese restaurant,” she er finally admitted. “That's why I ¢ : a decided T'd find out just where you SRST SR ~ were. And when I saw you come out with that girl there was only ; : one thing I could think. And I gr 5 ‘was so mad. I decided that I'd get ! i ~ even with you. So I drove around to Mr. de Brie’s place, and I got him to take me here, and—well, you know the rest.” > ‘And so, after a space of time, they sat there looking into each other’s eyes, holding hands and . sighing’ happily. Lost to the world about them, they’ did not notice that the orchestra had ceased its noise; they didn’t motice that two by two the other couples had drift- A ed homeward; they didn’t even 3. 3 She deftly extracted the key. hear the clatter of chairs and ta- bles as the waiters stacked them up for the night. All they heard \ was a melody that floated around is them, soft, lulling, sweet. The vio- 3 linist, still wide awake, was hover- Teint ing about, playing for them. 1 : A waiter set a plate with a bill 4 on it before them. “Sorry, sir,” he announeed, “but we're closing up.” “Oh—oh, yes.” Davis+looked up at the intruder and then looked down at the bill. He laid some money on the plate and nodded an “All right” to the man. He looked 2 at his watch. S . 3 “Phew! Three o'clock! Ididn’t know it was so late. We'd better be “getting home, darling.” He _ turned to help May on with her coat and then finished his high- ball. They got up and, arm in arm, started towards the door. Out into the cool, starry night they went, breathing deeply after the stuffy air of the cafe. : “Oh, what a night—what a night!” Davis yawned sleepily. “I had no idea it was so late. But it was worth fit, wasn’t it, dearest?” “Oh, yes,” May nodded, pressing Ed’s arm and holding on to him eR am he : tightly. “But we're never, never, he, : never going to spend another eve- ie ning like this, are we, dear?” # “Not if I can help it,” Davis J vowed. “We've got to cut this out —all this quarreling. May, dear, do you realize this ds our first quarrel?” “Yes, but fit’s going to be our last.” “So far as I'm concerned it is.” “Oh, what'll we do with my car?” May questioned quickly. “T’llhave to drive it home. I wish I hadn’t brought it.” “We can leave it in a garage L around here if you want to,” Davis suggested. “I'd only have to come in town in the morning and get it,” May objected. “I guess I'd better drive it home.” “Well, wait until I get my lights on, and then you can trail me,” Pavis suggested. They walked over to the big car. May stood on/ the curb waiting, while Davis opened the door and turned on the headlights. The add- ed illumination lighted up the ma- chine and the surrounding street. He turned to close the door again. “Well, for the love of mud!” he exclaimed. INSTALLMENT TWENTY-ONE draws TEA, to ax EAR Bi} ackage includes spat Bia, og ange and tape GROBLEWSKI & CO. Era, Pa. founded 1892 «¥ 50 They have just made up when | ‘There, on the back seat, . smiling ‘serenely, sat Myra Pfeffer. “What's the—" May stopped suddenly, her eyes round with age Iouishment. She stared, _speechs ess. “Well, how ad you. get. here? Davis demanded. “How did I- “get here? Do you think you should ask me such a question?’ Myra pointed with an air of injured innocence. : “BEd Davis! You knew she wis out here in your car all the time!” May accused. were telling me that beautiful sto- ry about how you didn’t know any» thing about what happened this evening.” Well, I must say this is about the last straw. T've been hu- miliated and insulted quite enough.” “May, I swear I didn’t know a thing about it!” Ed declared hotly. “What I'd like to know is how you got in this car.” He turned savagely on the girl in the rear. “Why shouldn’t I be here, though I must say it was a rather long wait?’ Myra stifled a yawn. “Don’t try to get out of this,” May warned. “I've heard quite enough. Certainly” you knew she was here. You brought her here yourself.” “Of course he knew I was here,” Myra ' insisted. “We = came hers together.” She leaned over the door of the car and addressed her remarks to May. “Furthermore, he’s got the key to my apartment. I'd have gene home if I could have got in, but I knew I couldn’t.” “That’s a lie!” Davis shouted. “I never saw the key to her silly apartment, and I didn’t bring her here.” “Oh, yes, Myra cooed. you did, darling,” She reached over “All the. time you quickly and: deftly extracted the ° tell-tale key from Davis’s vest pock- et and held it up so that it glim- mered in the light. “Let me see!” May snatched at the key, turning it about and ex- amining it. It wasn’t the key to anything that belonged either to herself or to Ed. “That settles it,” she announced firmly, handing the key back to its rightful owner. “I'm going to get a divorce!” She turned on her heel and marched off, her head high, towards her roadster. “But, May, listen——" Davis started after his wife, pleading. “I've listened all I'm going to,” May snapped. “I'll never set foot in your house again. I've had all I can stand. My future address is The Ritze. You can instruct your lawyer to send all the necessary papers there” “But, May, I tell you——" May jumped into her car and slammed the door, cutting short her husband’s remarks. She switched on the ignition, stepped on the accelerator and in another moment ‘was speeding along the street. CHAPTER XIII As she sped up the street May glanced neither to right nor left, nor behind her. And for that rea~ son she did not see the terrified fig ure that crouched in the rumble seat of her machine, clutching the sides as the car went bounding over bumps and cutting corners. And Beranger was praying that this mad driver would forget to look behind. When he had been thrust out of the cafe with so little ceremony he had been terrified lest the doctor follow him out to administer fur. ther punishment. His eyes had lighted on May's car, and he had remembered the little rear seat. Without thought he had dived into the concealing shadow of the in- terior and had lain there, awaiting the outcome of his flight. But as time passed, and he was not dis- turbed, he grew tired, and before he knew it he had fallen asleep. Then the sudden jerking motion of the car had brought him to, and now here he was, trapped once more, unable to get out. However, it might have been worse, he told himself. He might have been in a perfectly strange car. was alone. Perhaps she had quar reled with her husband again. That seemed the only reason for her wild driving. Anyhow, he couldn’t get out, and he might as well see what was going on. She was friendly—even though her hus- band wasn’t. Up front May was debating as to what she should do next. She wouldn't go back to the apartment —and that was certain. But if she went to the Ritze she’d have to have a bag, and at the very least, her overnight things. At the rate she was going she'd be far ahead of Ed. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to go home, get her things and get out before Ed had time to find her there. Yes, that was it. That’s what she’d do. Even if he did find her, she could always leave. But he’d take the big car to the garage before going home, and that would allow her plenty of time to get away again without meeting him. She set her lips and put her foot down harder on the accelerator. (To be continued) NDS ALY E also lc a os 38 | He realized that Mrs. Davis ° ‘1 George Henry, Henry and Ana Wolfe, HE male -Alderson- Old Man Weather hasn't been so good to us so far this month. These cold, rainy days aren’t at all conducive to good business at a summer resort |- and we're all shouyg for bigger and better sunshine. Perhaps we ought to be content with all the nice weather we had in Jilly, but Mil we're all “ human. Although ugh stippped. up on the weather, it. came through on top in Dan Cupid’s line... "We /take great pleasure im ‘announcing two weddings, both. ‘on Tuesday, the 20th. Miss Genevieve" ‘Wintersteen and. Harold F. Fisk, and Miss* Caroline Higgins and James F. Davenport were the happy couples. . We extend to them our very | best wishes for their future happiness. Mr. and Mrs. Keiser, Mr. and Mrs. Norton and daughter, Kathleen, of Scranton and Miss Anna Piatt of Nan- ticoke spent Sunday the eighteenth with Mr. and Mrs. J. E. Altemus. Mr. and Mrs. A. LI. Smyth of Brook- lyn, N.°'¥%, spent the week-end with | Mr. and Mrs. E. Eggleston.. On Auglust 13th the Henry family reunion was held at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Edward Gaynor. Those present were: Mr. and Mrs. Charles Kern, Helen Kern, Bertha Kern, Her- man Kern, Mr. and Mrs. A. Williams Mr. and Mrs. Edward Gaynor, Peter Gaynor, Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Kern and family, Otis Allen, Jr., and Thomas Garrity, all of Alderson; Mr. and Mrs. Leonard Henry, Ger- trude Henry, Eleanor Henry and Rich- ard Henry, all of St. Louis, Missouri; Mr. and -Mrs. John Henry, Agnes Henry, Dorothy Henry, Anna Henry, Helen Henry, John Henry, Jr. Sabina Henry, Mr. and Mrs. -F. N.. Henry, Anna Henry, Marie Henry, Franklin of Wilkes- Barre; IL. J. Kern, Mary Kern, Louise Kern, Bertha Kern, Charles Kern, Leonard Kern and John Kern, of Mountain Top. Miss Dorothy Anderson, who is a student nurse at Wilkes-Barre General Hospital, is spending her vacation with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. G. C. Ander- son. Mr. and Mrs. Charles Searfoss and Mrs. May Fox and Walter Roberts of Dallas visited Mrs. Sarah Jane Lamereaux one day last week. Mrs. J. E. Altemus spent Friday last with her daughter, Mrs. Albert Has- kins at Sugar Notch: Miss Bertha Smith of Plainfield, N. J., is spending the week with her sister, Mrs. Samuel Eggleston. Adam Rauch of White Haven is visiting Mrs. Harriet Rauch for a few days. Miss Phyllis Enders has returned ‘| home after spending some time visit- ing relatives at Sugar Notch. Miss Behia Allen has returned home after spending some time at Irving- ton, N.. J. This is just a tip, so don’t tell any- one. The fish are getting hungry. Mr. and Mrs. Charles Kern, Helen Kern and Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Kern and family have returned from a trip through New Jersey. ~ Miss Anna Wolfe of Wilkes-Barre is spending the month of August at the Gaynor cottage. Kenneth Oakes of Towanda is visit- ing his aunt, Mrs. M. B. Avery. Mr. and Mrs. Wendell Woodside and family of Summit, N. J., spent Satur- day with Mr. and Mrs. Corey Allen. The Misses Noonan and Corbett of Binghamton, N. Y., and Mrs. Dover of Scranton are spending some time with Mr. and Mrs. Edward Gaynor. Mr. and Mrs. E. B. Singer and son, Edgar, have returned _ home after spending two weeks with Mr. and Mrs G. C. Anderson. Mr. and Mrs. Corey Allen, Mr. and Mrs. Otis Allen and family, Mr. and Mrs. George Smith and son, George, Jr., Mrs. Harriet Rauch: and son, Joseph, atended camp meeting at Pat- terson Grove on Sunday last. Samuel Eggleston is installing picnic dinners with all the fixin’s. Myers pump at his home. He ‘evi- dently doesn’t believe in worrying over shortages or high water rates. Mrs. Harry Harris and children of Wilkes-Barre spent the week-end with Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Harris. Patrick Elias has returned from De- troit with a brand new honest-to- goodness galler bus. It is uptodate in every detail and we're sure all ‘the kiddies will enjoy riding in it. School starts September 9 and then the kid- dies will get their first ride. The Alderson M. E. Sunday school enjoyed its annual picnic with the other Sunday schools of Dallas district at the Harvey's IL.ake Park on Wed- nesday last. Everyone had a good time which, of course, included plenty of Boat Sides Avs a 16 Feet Long 14 Inches High Regular Price $8.14 Pair Special Price 35.50 These boat sides are the very highest quality of white pine. They run absolutely clear, without a knot. Have juts ten pairs left. L.A. McHenry Late Adelman Lumber Yard Dallas, Pa. e we we. BY. _DONALDR RILEY. A > oe WG 3 & ~~. 2 - WHAT'S GONE BEFORE Remember Steddon, a pretty, un- spohisticated girl, is the daughter of a kindly but narrow-minded minister in a small Hig western town. Her father, Rev. Doctor Steadon, violently, op- posed to what he considers “wordly”’ things, accepts motion pictures as the cause for '‘nuch of the evil of the present day. Troubled with a cough, Remember, goes to see Dr. Bretherick, an elderly physi- cian, who is astonished at the plight in which he finds her. Pressed by the doctor, Remember admits her un- fortunate affair with Elwood Farnaby, a poor boy, son of the town sot. As Remember and Dr. Bretherick discuss the problem a telephone message brings the news that Elwood has been killed in an ac- cident. Dr. Bretherick accordingly persuades Remember to go West, her cough serving as a plausible ex- cuse; to write home of meeting’ and marrying a pretended suitor—"“Mr. Woodville’—and later to write her parepnts: announcing her “husband’s’ death before the birth of her expected child. Unable alone to bear her se- cret, Remember goes to her mother with it. Her mother agrees with the plan of the doctor. Mem leaves town. On the train Mem accidentally meets Tom Holby, movie "star, traveling with Robina Teele, leading lady in the movies, who are the Jcynosure of all eyes. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY He turned back to <he waiting Robina. Robina was evidently not used to being kept waiting. She had little practice. She resented the slight with such quick wrath that Mem could hear her protesting sarcasm, a rather disappointing rebuke: “Don’t hurry on 'ny account, Tom.” Two young girls assailed Tom with shameless idolatry. One of them rattled: “Oh, Mr. Holby, we knew you the minute we laid eyes on you. You're our fave-rite of all the screen stars, and—. You got no photografs with you, have you?” Tom was indomitably polite, but the conductor’s . call. “All aboard!” gave Robina an excuse to drag him away from the worshippers. ‘One of the girls, in an epilepsy of agitation, wailed: “Say, looky! That lady under the veil is Robina Teel€! Gee! and we didn’t reco-nize her!” -The train was emerging from the re- treating walls of the city before Mem felt calm enough to, examine her maga- zines. On the cover of one of them was a huge head of Robina Teele, all eyes and curls and an incredibly luscious mouth. Remember had never heard of her or seen her pictures, because her films were great ‘feature specials” too expensive for villages. There was a long article about her, and another of Tem Holby. This was not so amazing a coinci- dence as it seemed to Mem, for both Robina Teele and Tom Holby had press agents who would have been chagrined if any motion picture periodical had appeared without some blazon of their employers. Mem stared longest at the various pictures of Tom Holby. She found him in all maner of costumes and athletic achievements, and she read the rhapsody on him first. ’ Having never seen a moving pictures, of anybody, she had never seen his. Mem forgot for a long while that she was a respectable widow—of a very poor sort, for it came to her ‘in an avalanche - of shame that she was neither respectable nor a widow. But she was a fugitive now from her past and from such thoughts, and she caught up the magazines with a des- perate eagerness, as if they were cubs of nepenthe. After dinner Mem found her way to the observation car and wrote a letter home. She was sealing it when she suddenly remembered Doctor Breth- erick’s prescription. She was to take a lover on the first day! She had ‘mentioned nobody that she had met. Now she must describe the important | 2U% man that she would never meet. He was an imaginary, and therefore a quite perfect, character. She wrote: Oh, I forget! Whom do you suppose I ran into on the train? Youd never guess in a million years. You know when I went to Carthage to take care of Aunt Mabel? Well, do you remember my telling you about the awfully nice man I 'met at church? Mr. Woodville was his name. Remem- ber? Well, would you believe it, he is on this train! Isn't it a small world! He has been most kind and polite. I met him in church, as you remember, and somehow I feel much safer not being alone. I'm sure youll be glad. He's very religious, but awfully nice—I . mean, 80, Of course, awfully nice. = Good night, aga, you darlings! Being told that they recollected Mr. Woodville, her parents obligingly re- membered him. Mrs. Steddon had been warned of this fiction and collaborated in-it. Doctor Steddon was one of those who believe almost anything they read, especially when they hope for its truth. ® And there was nothing he hoped for so much as that his child should 'meet a good man and love him and be loved by him. Mem spent most of the next day planning her ‘second letter home and growing acquainted with that husband of hers. She used Tom Holby as a model. Crossing the desert the train came to an abrupt halt. A driving bar on the engine had broken and dropped. If the train had not been puffing slow- ly up a steep grade it would have been derailed and some of the passengers probably mangled and killed. It was a long while before the pas- ! asleep in spite of herself. senglers found this = out, and they |reveled in the delight of averted dis- aster. Nobody knew how long the train would be délayed. They could not go on until a new engine was se- cured. A trainman had to walk to the next block signal tower, miles ahead, and telegraph back for another loco- motive. Mem wandered about, looking at the ‘cactus and sagebrush and deliciously expecting a rattlesnake under every clump. © She saw Tom Holby set out for a brisk walk. He climbed a ragged butte with astonishing agility, winning the applause of the passengers. He had the knack of ‘acquiring applause. The other passengers dawdled about, but Mem went farther and farther. She wanted to see what was .on the other side of that butte as much as mankind has longed to see the other sida of the moon. When she started back the cool of the butte’s shadow 'made her rest awhile. The heat and the hypnosis of the shimmering sand sea put her She awoke with a start. The train was moving, a new loco- motive dragging it and its broken en- gine. She ran, fell, picked helself up, limped forward. She was alone in the wilderness, and the train was already a toy running through a gap between two' lofty buttes. Both mocked the girl unendur- ably and she stood panting in a suffo- cation of fright, her hands plucking at each other’s finger nails. Then for the first time Mem under- stood what the desert meant to those who had seen the last burro drop and found the canteen full of dry air. For a trance-while Mem ‘made a per- fect allegory of helplessness on- a monument. She heard a voice laugh- with the pretty chit whose magazin he had picked up, she was tempted give the signal to go ahead again. But she preferred to give poor Holby her opinion of him. Mem crept back to her place, shivering with her first experience of stardom and its con- spicuousness. The train made up so much of its lost time that it was only two hours late when it drew into Tucson. Tom made his adieux and left Mem in whirl. But her faculties went around in tht mad panic of a pinwhéel when a strange, sombre person spoke to her: : “Miss Steddon?” “Yes,” “I am Doctor Galbraith, pastor of the First Church here. Your father telegraphed me to meet you at the train and look after you,” “Do you know papa?’ “No, but he found my name in tol yearbook. I have found a nice board- ing house for you, and my wife and I will look after you as best we can.” Mem was struck violently with the thought, “But what becomes be Mr. Weodville now ?”’ In her desperation she caug Sie sight again of Tom Holby, who had walked briskly to the head of the train and was striding back to his car. A frantic whim led Mtm to say, very distinctly, as she passed him: “Good-night, Mr. Woodville.” = Holby could hardly believe his ears, i but he laughted to himself. ‘This is fame!” bowed and went on. The Rev. Galbraith paused but Mem urged him along, saying, “That's an old friend I met on the train.” And now she felt that she had established the existence of her Mr. Woodville. = She was already unconsciously ‘“plan- ning” characters. “His face looked familiar, but I guess it wasn’t.” ing with a kind of querying exclama- tion: “Hello?” ; The word was as unimportant as could be and it. came from what she had just decreed the most useless thing on earth, a handsome moving- picture actor. He went on: “Here we are, eh?” Tom Holby laughed at fate as his picture. . “I've nearly died of thirst in the desert half a dozen times,” he said; “but there was always a camera or in two a few yards off and a grub wagon | just outside. And the heroine usually came galloping to the rescue and picked me up in time for the final clinch. T see the heroine, but the grub wagon’s late.” “Wh-what are we going to do?” “Well, I'm not going to act, anyway, as long as there’s no camera on the job. Let's sit down and wait.” “For what?” g “Oh, I gliess the train will come back, or another one will comé along and we can flag it in plenty of time. Sit down on this handsome red divan, won't you? I'm Mr. Holby, by the way.” “Yes, I know,” she said, and told him her name. There was a long silence. mused aloud: “‘Remember,’ eh? Great! Robina would have preferred that to the one she chose. Do°you know Robina?” “I've seen her.” “On the screen?” “On the train.” . Oh, then you havent seen her. That's isn’t the real Robina that walks about. ,That’s just a poor, plain, frightened, anxious little thing, a Cinderella who only begins to live when she puts on her glass slippers. She has to be so infernally noble all day long that you can hardly blame her for resting her overworked virtues when she’s off the Then he dot. I used to be a pretty decent fel- low, too, before I began to be a hero by trade. But now—gosh! how I love! my faults! When there’s no camera 18° on ‘me I'm a mighty mean man.” “Really!” ’ “Oh, I'm a friend. I'm thinking of | playing villains for the factory. But I'm: so: :d” up betwetn my professional emotions und my personal ones that it’s hard to keep from acting, on and t Now look at this ituation. If the camara gang were here. I'd know just what to do. I'd be Sir Walter in a Stetson and chaps. But there’s just us two here and I have you in my power—or you have 'me in your power——I don’t know just how to act. It depends on you. Are you a heroine or adventuress?”’ “I don’t understand you.” “Are you an onjanoo or a vamp?’ “I don’t speak French.” ‘Then you must be an onjanoo,” he said. “In that case I suppose I really ought to play the villian and— But here comes the train. Dog-on it! Just as we were working up a real little plot. I hope I haven't comprom- ised you.- If youre afraid I have I'll have to go back and hide till the next train comts along. Or you can, for I imagine it's Robina that reversed the engine. She probably missed me and suspected that I was out here with a prettier girl that she is—pardon me! Shall I go hide?” “Oh, no! no! I couldn’t think of it. Nobody knows ‘me. It can’t make any difference what they say about me.” “Gosh what an enviable position. Stick to your luck, Miss Steddon. May I help you down?” That was a chapter in Mem’s life. Holby had guessed right. Robina had missed him and when the help- less conductor protested against the sacrilege of reversing the Limited, already late, she pulled the rope herself. She had half suspected that Tom in a railroad serial, and she soon had the train backing at full speed. She had sulf suspected that Tom Holby had a companion in the desert, and when she looked cut and saw hin The reason it looked familiar was that lithographs of it were posted up all over Tucson. Holby was to appear there in a picture. (Continued Next Week) Dr. Boston (Continued from Front Page) night when the fever stricken patients was at its height the doctor was most subject to call and he never refused to . make those calls under the most ad- verse weather conditions. To save him 'many miles of travel, Mrs. Boston frequently rode out on horseback from home to meet him and send him off in another direction to visit another patient. Even today Mrs. Boston is an invaluable aly, and the system worked out between doctor and wife so that she at all times knows where to locate him is little short of renarkable. Ha _ Always a lover of good horses, Dr Boston was nevertheless one of the frst to see the possibilities of the motor cai. And early in 1910 pur- chased a one-cylinder Reo in which to make his calls. One of his chief avocations and delights today is te spend an hour in his garage, excel- lently equipped with tools, and make minor repairs on his machine. To look at the interior of his Ford is to be startled by innovations and little con- traptions here and there for tht com- fort of the driver. For example, there's a home-made heater, and automatic window curtain puller and screw in the x a while, so that I} can be respectable at my own expense | [in this section at was Lockville. Raleigh | since | steering’ wheel to guide the driver in a straight path when its difficult to see ahead and numerous other additions and adjustments which Mr. Ford for- got when he conceived the car. Then there’s the built-in medicine cases and first aid kits, all inventions and the work of a busy doctor in his leisure hours. / Dr. Boston was born in Idaho, Aug. 7, 1859, tlie scn of Mr. and Mrs. Al- fred Bosten of Town Hill, Luzerne aannptiv . where the parents returned in and where Dr. Boston was reared. I.. N. Boston of Philadelphia, a er, is a professor and lecturer in fferson Medical College in Philadel- In company with this brother another physician, Dr. Boston per- forme :d the first appendicitis operation The a succtss, unusual at the vs unusually successful in 1t case, many are ethe grown d vromen in this section who saw the light of day under his It is not infrequent for a visits ing patient to say, dont you know me, well you ought to, you were there, thirty, thirty-five or forty years ago, operation, when I was-born?” In 1881, before entering medical school Dr. Boston was carriel to Anna McKelvey of Sandy Run. To them were born five children, two of whon died in infancy. Three children born and reared in Centremorelad are: Clarence and Hontis of Noxen, and Mrs Z. R. Howell of Trucksville. x A familiar figure in the history of the rural sections of Luzerne and Wyoming counties, Dr. Boston is well known by all who know him. Always a Democrat in a Republican territory, he takes a keen interest in things poli- = tical, though never taking part in poli- tics himself. He is a keen student of natonal and international affairs and a great reader of medical subjects. 3 Seventy years isn’t old and perhaps forty-five years isn’t long to be travel- ing night and day over the countryside to administer to patients, but forty- five years is a long time to retain the vigor and enthusiasm of youth for one’s work. Dr. Boston has never been hesitant in accepting the new in medi- cal science as soon as it has be proved successful, and it is so today, talk with hin on any ubject of modern medicine and therapy and you will find him conversent and well quainted with all the latest devel ments in medical science. § 100, 000 COPIES The Bureau of Publications is pr paring ‘to print 100,000 copies of glame, fish and forest laws.
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