The Moore Messenger (Moore, Okla.), Vol. 6, No. 37, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 27, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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WHEM: THEftE'5 A WILL
^ MAHY ROBERTS BINEHAR.T
T5/ic> CIRCULAR, STA.IR.CA.SE, C?/T<s> MAM
SLOWER TEN, WHEN A MAN MARRIES
ILLUSTRATED 4? EDGAR BEUT SMITH * COPyPtOStr /St/2 & ®e««T^CO.
| anything to do. As Mr. Sam said, Mr
j Pierce didn't want to stay, anyhow,
j and ai likely a* not If we went to him
arrival of Ml.. Patty J.nilSK"*wh"l'. «* 'n a,bo<1>' a"d told h,m ho mu8t c""">
ported to be engaged to marry a prince, to the shelter-house for Instructions,
ajnd thtt death of the old doctor who owns un(j j,e Buave ttI1j gentle when he was
the sanatorium. The eetata Is left to a , . , * ....
scapegrace grandson. IMoky Ca*er, who called down by the guests about the
iw""1 a..®!!r.t-L"..?i?.te #a?d eteam PlPe8 making a racket, he'd
! probably prefer to go down to the vil-
of mumpa delays Dick's arrival. Mr Tho-
burn la hovering about In hopes of se-
curing the place for a summer hot*4!.
Pierce, a college man in hard lucl^ la pre-
vailed upon by Van Alstyns. Dick h broth-
er-in-law, to Impersonate the missing heir
lago and take Doctor Barnes' place
washing dishes at the station.
But he settled it by appearing him-
self. He came across the snow from
and take charge of the sanatorium until the direction of Mount Hope, and he
w^,l..^ry,„unI;VCrk .1.W,ir j "> *" of *«>• <"«
rives, an.! the couple go into hiding In 'At that time I dldn t even know the
the old shelter house. Tearing to fnos name of th(J things, but I learned
Dorothy s father, who Is at the senator-
lum. Dick arranges with Pierce to < on- enough about them later.) I must say
tlnue In the management of the property j,® looked very well beside Mr. Dick.
•tram)*dmtheairlcai^'" company! arH^.1 i who wasn't very large, anyhow, and
She is suing Dicky for brenrhof promise. , who hadn't had time to put on hie col-
lar, and Mr. Sam, who's always thin
and sallow and never takes a step he
doesn't have to.
I let him in, and when he saw us all
there he started and hesitated.
"Come in, Pierce," Mr. Sam said.
"We've Just been talking about you."
He came in, but he didn't look very
"What have you decided to do with
me?" he asked. "Put me under re-
Of course, he had to b® set right
about the sanatorium, and Mr. Sam
began it. Mr. Pierce listened, sitting
on the floor and looking puzzled and
more and more unhappy. Finally he
got up and drew a long breath.
"Exactly," he agreed "I know you
are all right and I'm wrong—according
to your way of thinking. But If tfceee
people want to be well, why should I
encourage ttyem to do the wrong thing?
They don't want to be well; they're all
"That's net the point, Pierce," Mr.
Dick broke in Importantly. "You were
to come here for orders afid you
haven't done it. You're running this
place for me. not for yourself."
Mr. Pierce looked at Mr. Dick and
from there to Mr. Sam and smiled.
"I did come," he explained. "I came
twice, and each time we played rou-
lette. 1 lost all the money I'd had In
advance. Honestly," he confessed, "I
felt I couldn't afford to come every
Miss Patty got up. "We are talking
around the question," she said. "Mr.
Pierce undertook to manage the sana-
torium, and to try to manage it suc-
cessfully. He cannot do that without
making somo attempt at conciliating
the people. It's—it's abeurd to an-
"Exactly," he said coldly. "I was to
manage it, and to try to do it success-
fully. I'm sorry my methods don't
meet with the approval of this—er—
executive committee. But it might as
well be clear that I intend to use my
own methods—or none."
Well, what could we do? Miss Patty
went out with her head up and the
rest of us stayed and ate humble pie,
and after a while he agreed to stay if
he wasn't interfered wlt^h. He paid
he and Doctor Barnes had a plan that
he thought was a winner—that if
would either make or break the place
and he thought It would make It. And
by that time w® were so meek that
we didn't even ask what it was.
Doctor Barnes and Mlse Summers
were the first to come to the mineral
spring that morning.
"Curious old world, isn't It?" she
said between puffs. "Here we are—
the three of us—snug and nice, having
seven kinds of hell-fire water and not
having to pay for it; three meals a
day and afternoon tea ditto, good beds
and steam-heat ditto—and four days
Barnes, character man with Pierce's show
and a graduate M. IV. takes the place of
sanatorium physician. Pierce, who Is
very much Interested In Patty, shows a
strong dislike for von Inwald.
The rest of the eveulng was quiet,
and 1 needed it. Miss Patty and Mr.
von Inwald talked by the fire and I
think he told her something—not all—
of the scene in the sprlnghouse. For
she passed Mr. Pierce at the foot of
the stairs on her way up for the night
and she pretended not to eee him.
About twelve o'clock, Just after I
went to my room, somebody knocked
at the door. When I opened, the new
doctor was standing in the hall.
"I'm sorry to disturb you," he said,
"but nobody seems to know where the
pharmacy clerk is and I'll have to get
"If I had my way, we'd have had a
bell on that pharmacy clerk long ago,"
I snapped, getting my keys. "Who's
"The big man." he replied. "Biggs
is his name, I think, a senator or some-
I was leading the way to the stairs,
but I stopped. "I might have known
lt,"*I aaid. "He hasn't been natural
all evening. What's the matter with
him? Too much fast?"
"Fast?" He laughed. "Too much
feast! He's got as pretty a case of In-
digestion as I've seen for some time.
He's giving a demonstration that's al-
Well, the pharmacy was locked, and
we couldn't find a key to fit it. And
when I suggested mustard and warm
water he Jumped at the idea.
"Fine!" he said. "Better let me dish
out the spring water and you take my
Job I Lead on, MacDuff, to the
Well, I got the mustard and water
ready, put out the light, and h® took
th® things and started out, but he
came back In a hurry.
"There's somebody outside talk-
ing," he said. I went to the door with
him and listened.
"The sooner the better," Mike was
saying. "I'm no good while I've got
It on my mind."
And Mr. Thoburn: "Tomorrow is
too soon; they're not in the mood yet
Perhaps the day after. I'll let you
I didn't get to sleep until almost
morning, and then it was to dream
that Mr. Pierce was shouting "Hypo-
crites" to all the people In the sana-
torium and threatening to throw glass-
es of mustard and warm water at
When people went down to break-
fast the next morning they found a
card hanging on the office door with
a half dozen new rule« on It, and when
I went out to the springhouse the
guests were having an indignatioL
meeting in the sun parlor, with, the
bishop in the chair, and Senator Biggs,
so wobbly he could hardly stand, ma-
king a speech.
I tried to see Mr. Pierce, but early |
as it was, he had gone for a walk, tak- |
ing Arabella with him. So I called a |
conference fet the shelter-house—Miss
Patty, Mr. and Mrs. Van Alstyne, Mr.
and Mre. Dick and myself.
We were in a tight place and we j
"He is making it as hard for us as :
he can," Mrs. Sam declared. "The j
idea of having the cardrooin lights put j
out at midnight, and tho breakfast j
room closed at ten! Nobody gets up
at that hour."
"He was to come here every evening
for orders," said Mr. Dick. "He came !
Just once, and as for orders—well, he
gave 'em to me!"
But Miss Patty was always fair.
"I loathe him," ehe asserted. "I
want to quarrel with him the minute I
see him. He—he is presumptuous to
tho point of impertinence—but he's
honest; he thinks we're all hypocrites
—those that are well and those that
are sick or think they are—and he
"You and old Pierce would make a
fine team, Pat," Mrs. Dick remarked
with a yawn. "I like hypocrites my-
self. They're so comfy. But if you're
not above advice, Pat, you'll have
Aunt Honoria break her neck or some-
thing—anything to get father back to | a successful physician. And my young
town. Something is going to explode, | friend here—Pierce—Julia, Pierce has
and Oekar doesn't like to be agitated." | now become a young reprobate named
She curled up on the cot with that I Dicky Carter, and may the Lord have
and went sound asleep. The rest of ub j merry on his soul!"
had coffee and talked, but there wasn't | I tried to get out in time, but I was
too late. I saw her rise, saw the glass | and she didn't know whether to b«*
of water at her elbow roll over and ' happy that ah® was vindicated or inad
smash on the floor, and saw her clutch at the slate her things were in She
"Not—Not Dicky Carter!" She Cried.
ago where were we? Pierce, you were
hocking your clothes! Doc, you—"
"Washing dishes!" he said. "I never
knew before how extravagant it Is to
have a saucer under a cup!"
"And I!" she went on, "I, Julia Sum-
mers, was staring at a oeillng in the
Finleyvllle hotel, with a face that
looked like a toy balloon."
"And now," said Doctor Barnes, "you
are more beautiful than ever. I am
wildly at Mr. Pierce's shoulder
"Not—not Dicky Carter!" she cried.
"Richard—they call him Dick." Mr.
Pierce said uneasily, and loosened her
fingers from his coat.
Oh, well, everybody knows it now—
how she called Mr. Dick everything in
the calendar, and then began to cry
and said nobody would ever know
what she'd ber<n through with, and the
very dress she had on was a part of
the trousseau she'd had made, and
what with the dressmaker's bills—
Suddenly she stopped crying.
"Where Is he now?" Bhe demanded.
"All we are aware of," Mr. Pierce
replied quietly. "Is that he is not in
She looked at us all closely, but the
got nothing from my face.
"Oh, very well," ehe said, shrugging
her shoulders, "I'll wait until he shows
up. It doesn't cost anything."
Then, with one of her easy changes,
she laughed and picked up her muff
"Minnie and I," she said, "will tend
bar here, and In our leisure moments
we will pour sulphur water on a bunch
of Dicky's letters that I have to cool
'em." She walked to the door aud
turned around, smiling.
"Carry lire insurance on 'em all the
time," she finished and went out, leav-
ing us staring at one another.
I went to bed early that night.
What with worrying and being alter-
nately chilled by tramping through the
snow and roasted as if I was sitting
on a volcano *\lth an eruption due, I
whs about all In.
I guess it was about four o'clock In
the morning when a hand slid over my
face, and I sat up and yelled. The
hand covered my mouth at that, and
something long and white and very
thin beside the bed said: "Sh! For
heaven's sake, Minnie!"
It was Miss Cobb! I lighted a
candle and set it on a chair beside the
bed and took a good look at her. She
was shaking all over, which wasn't
strange, for I sleep with my window
open, and she had a key in her hand.
"Here," she gasped, holding out the
key, "here, Minnie, wake the houee
and get him, but, eh, Minnie, for heav-
en's sake, save my reputation!"
"Get who?" I demanded, for I saw it
was her room key.
"I have locked a man In my room!"
she declared in a terrible voice, and col-
lapsed into the middle of the bed.
Well, I leaned over and tried to tell
her she'd make a mistake. The more
1 looked at her, with her hair standing
straight out over her head, and her
cambric nightgown and a high collar
and long sleeves, and the hump on her
nose where her brother Willie had hit
her in childhood with a baseball bat,
the surer I was that somebody had
made a mistake—likely the man.
I sat down on the side of the bed
and put on my slippers.
"What did he look like?" I asked.
"Could you see him?"
She uncovered one eye.
"Not—not distinctly," she said. "I—
think he was large, and—and rather
handsome. That beast of a dog must
have got in my room and was asleep
under the bed, for it awakened me by
There was nothing in that to make
mo nervous, but it did. As I put on
my kimono I was thinking pretty hard.
I could not waken Mr. Pierce by
knocking, eo I went in and shook him.
"Mr. Pierce! Mr. Pierce!"
It was two or three minutes at least
before I had him sitting on the side
of the bed, with a blanket spread over
his knees, and was telling him about
After he seemed pretty well wak-
ened I went out. I waited in the sit-
ting-room and I heard him growling as
he put on his clothes. He was quiet
drew my head down to her and her
eyes were fairly popping out of her
"I feel as though I'm going crazy.
Minnie!" she whispered, "but the only
things that are gone are my letters
from Mr. Jones, and—my black woolen
I slept late the next morning, and
when I'd had breakfast and waded tc
the spring-house it was nearly nine.
Ab I floundered out I thought I saw
somebody slink around the corner of
the spring-house, but when I got there
nobody was in sight. I was on my
knees In front of the fireplace, raking
out the fire, when I heard the door
close behind me, and when I turned,
there stood Mr. Dick, muffled to the
neck, with his hat almost over his
"What the deuce kept you so late
this morning?" he demanded, In a
sulky voice, and limping over to a
table he drew a package out of his
pocket and slammed it on the table.
"I was up half the night, as usual,"
I said, rising. "You oughtn't to be
here, Mr. Dick!"
He was pulling something out of
his overcoat pocket, an inch at a time.
"For God's sake, Minnie," he ex-
claimed, "return this—this garment to
—whomever it belongs to!"
He handed It to me, and it was Miss
Cobb's black tights! 1 stood and
"And then," he went on, reaching
for the package on the table, "when
you've done that, return to 'Blnkie'
these letters from her Jonesie.
"Don't stand and stare," he con-
tinued irritably, when I didn't make a
move, "at least get that—that infernal
black garment out of Bight."
"So It was you!" I gasped, putting
the newspaper over the tights. "Why
in the name of peace did you Jump out
of the window, and what did you want
with—with these things?"
"Want with those things!" he
snarled. "I suppose you can't under-
stand that a man might wake up in
th® middlo of the night with a mad
craving for a pair of black woolen
"You needn't be sarcastic with me."
I broke in. "You can save that for
your wife. I suppose you also had a
wild longing for the love-letters of an
And then it dawned on me, and I
sat down and laughed until I cried.
"And you thought you were stealing
your own letters!" I cried. "The ones
she carries fire insurance on! Oh, Mr.
Dick, Mr. Dick!"
"How was I to know it wasp't Ju—
Miss Rummers" room?" he demanded
angrily. "Didn't I follow the dratted
dog? I gave her the beast myself. Oh,
I tell you, Minnie, If I ever get away
from this place—"
"You've got to get away this min-
ute," I broke In, remembering. "They'll
be coming any instant now."
He got up and looked around him
"Where'll I go?" he asked. "I can't
go back to the shelter-house."
I looked at him and he tried to grin
"Fact," he said, "hard to believe, but
—fact, Minnie. She's got the door
locked. Didn't I tell you she is of a
suspicious nature? She was asleep
when I left, and mostly she sleeps all
night. And Just because she wakes
when I'm out, and lets me come in
thinking she's asleep, when she has
one eye open all the time, and she sees
what I'd never even seen myself—that
the string of that damned garment,
whatever it is, is fastened to the hook
of my shoe, me thinking all the time
that the weight was because I'd broken
my leg jumping—doesn't she suddenly
sit up and ask me where I've been?
And I—I'm unsuspicious, Minnie, by
nature, and I said I'd been asleep.
Then she jumped up and showed me
that—that thing—those things, hang-
ing to my shoe, and she hasn't Bpoken
I gave him the key and he fitted it
quietly in the lock. Arabella, just out-
side, must have heard, for she snarled
But the snarl turned into a yelp, as if
she'd been suddenly kicked.
Mr. Pierce, with his hand on the
knob, turned and looked at me in the
candle-light. Then he opened the
Arabella gave another yelp and
rushed out; ehe went between my feet
like a shot and almost overthrew me,
and when I'd got my balance again I
looked Into the room. Mr. Pierce was
at the window, staring out, and the
room was empty.
"The idiot!" Mr. Pierce said. "If
it hadn't been for that snow-bank!
Here, give me that candle!"
He stood there waving it in circles,
but there was neither sight nor sound
from below. After a minute Mr. Pierce
put the window down and we stared
at the room. All the bureau drawers
were out on the floor, and the lid of
poor Miss Cobb'e trunk was open and
the tray upset.
We brought her back to her room,
I caught her, and I guess I looked
"I'll get It," I eaid. "I—that's one
of the rules."
8he put her hands In the pockets of
her white sweater and smiled at me.
"IX) you know," she declared, "the
old ladles' knitting society isn't so far
wrong about you! About your making
rules—whatever you want, whenever
you want 'em."
She put her head on one side.
"Now," she went on, "suppose I
break that rule and get my own giasB?
What happens to me? 1 don't think
I'll be put out!"
I threw up my hands in despair, for
I was about at the end of my string.
"Get it then!" I exclaimed, and sat
down, waiting for the volcano to erupt.
But she only laughed aud sat down
on a table, swingiug her feet.
"When you know ma better, Min-
nie," she said, "you'll know 1 don't
spoil sport. I happen to know you
have somebody in the pantry—more-
over, 1 know it's a man. There are
tracks on the little porch, my dear
girl, not made by your galoshes. Also,
my dearest girl, there's a gentleman's
glove by your chair there!" I put
my foot on it. "And just to show you
what a good fellow I am—"
She got off the table, still smiling,
and sauntered to the pantry door,
watching me over her shoulder.
My heart was skipping every second
beat by that time, and Miss Julia
stood by the pantry door, her head
back and her eyes almost closed, en-
Joying every minute of it. If Arabella
hadn't made a diversion just then 1
think I'd have fainted.
She'd pulled the newspaper and the
tights off the table and waa running
around the room with them, one leg
in her mouth.
"Stop it, Arabella!" said Miss Julia,
and took the tights from her. "Yours?"
she asked, with her eyebrows raised.
"No—yes," I answered.
"I'd never suspect you of them!" she
Mr. Sam and his wife came in at
that moment, Mr. Sam carrying a bot-
tle of wine for the shelter-house,
wrapped in paper, and two cans of
something or other. He was too busy
trying to make the bottle look like
something else—which a good many
people have tried and failed at—to
notice what Miss Summers was doing,
and she had Miss Cobb's protectors
stuffed in her muff and was standing
very dignified in front of the fire by
the time they'd shaken off the snow.
"Good morning!" she said.
"Morning!" said Mr. Sam, hanging
up his overcoat with one hand, and try-
ing to put the bottle In one of his
pockets with the other. Mrs. Sam
didn't look at her.
"Good morning, Mrs. Van Alstyne!"
Miss Summers almost threw it at her.
"I spoke to you before; I guess you
didn't hear me."
"Oh, yes, I heard you," answered
Mrs. Sam, and turned her back on her.
Give me a little light-haired woman
for sheer devillshness!
I'd expected to see Miss Summers
fly to pieces with rage, but she stared
at Mrs. Sam'H back, and after a min-
ute she laughed.
"I see!" she remarked slowly.
"You're the sister, aren't you?"
Mr. Sam had given up trying to hide
the bottle and now he set it on the
floor with a thump and came over to
"It's—you see. the situation is em-
barrassing," he began. "Under the
when we got to the bedroom floors, 10 me since. I wish I was dead."
however, and when we stopped outside And just then a dog barked outside
Miss Cobb's door he was as sober as and somebody on the step stamped
any one could wish him. j snow off his feet. We were both para-
lyzed for a moment.
"Julia!" Mr. Dick cried, and went
I made a leap for the door, just as
the handle turned, and put my back
"Just a minute." I called. "The car-
pet is caught under it!"
Mr. Dick had lost his head and was
making for the spring, as If he thought
hiding his feet would conceal him.
I made frantic gestures to him to go
into my pantry, and he went at last,
leaving his hat on the table. I left
the door and flung it after him—the
hat, of course, not the door—and when
Miss Summers sauntered In just after,
I was on my knees brushing the
hearth, with my heart going three-
four time and skipping every sixth
"Hello!" ehe said. "Lovely weather
—for polar bears. If the natives wade
through this all winter it's no wonder
they walk as If they are ham-strung.
Don't bother getting me a glass. I'll
get my own."
Sh® was making for the pantry when
If Arabella Hadn't Made a Diversion I
Think I Would Have Fainted.
circumstances, don't you think It would
be—er—better form if—er—under the
"I am not going to leave, if that is
what you are about to suggest,'' she
said. "I've been trying to see Dicky
Carter the last ten days, and I'll stay
here until I eee him. I'll stay right
here, and I'll have what's coming to
me or I'll know the reason why. Don't
forget for a minute that I know why
Mr. Pierce is here, and that I can spoil
the little game by calling the extra
ace, if I want to."
When she was safely gone 1
brought Mr. Dick out to the flr&. flit
stater would not speak to him.
Mike went to Mr. Pierce that day
aud asked for a raise of salary. He
did not get it. Perhaps as things have
turned out, it was for the best, but It
is strange to think how different
things would havo been If he'd been
given it. He was sent up later, of
course, for six months for malicious
mischief, but by that time the dan*
ag® was done.
That was on a Saturday morning.
It had stopped snowing and the Hun
was shining, although it was so cold
that the snow blew like powder. By
eleven o'clock every one who could
walk had come to the springhouse.
About twelve o'clock Mr. Thoburn
came In, and as he opened th® door, in
leaped Arabella. The women made a
fuss over the creature and cuddled her,
and when 1 tried to put her out every-
body objected. So she stayed, and
Miss Summers put her through a lot
of tricks, while the men crowded
Mr. von Inwald and Miss Patty came
In just then and stood watching.
"And now," said Mr. von Inwald, "I
propose, as a reward to Miss Arabella,
a glass of this wonderful water. Min-
nie, a glass of water for Arabellal"
"Sho doesn't drink out of on® of my
glasses," I declared angrily. "It's on«
of my rules that dogs—"
"Tut!" said Mr. Thoburn. "What'i
good for man Is good for beast. Be-
sides, th® little beggar's thirsty."
Well they made a great fuBS aboul
the creature's being thirsty, and sc
finally I got a panful of Bprlng water
and it drank until I thought it would
burst. I'm not vicious, us 1 say, bul
I wish It had.
Well, the dog finished and lay down
by the fire, and everything seemed to
go on as before.
"Just what is the record here?" thfl
bishop asked. "I'm ordered eight
glasses, but 1 find it more than a suf-
"We had one man here once who
could drink 25 at a time," 1 said, "but
he was a German."
"He was a tank," Mr. Sam corrected
grumpily. He was watching something
on the floor—I couldn't see what.
"Consider," said Thoburn, standing
and holding his glass to the light,
"how we are at the mercy of this llttlf
spring! A convulsion In the bowels oi
the earth, and its health-giving pron
erties may be changed to tho direst
poison. How do we know, you and I,
some such change has not occurred
overnight? Unlikely as it Is, It's a pos-
sibility that, sitting here calmly, wg
may be sipping our death potion."
Some of the people actually put
down their glasses and everybody b
gan to look uneasy except Mr. Sam,
who was still watching something I
could not see. He suddenly straight-
ened up and glanced at MIbs Summers
"Perhaps I'm mistaken," he said, "bul
1 think there is something th® mattei
F.verybody looked. Arabella was ly-
ing on her back, jerking and twitch-
ing and foaming at the mouth.
"She's been poisoned!" Miss Sum
mers screeched, and fell on her kneea
beside her. "It's that wrqtched wa
There was pretty nearly a riot In a
minute. Everybody Jumped up and
stared at tho dog, and everybody re-
membered the water he or sh® had
just had. and coming on top of Mr.
Thoburns speech, it made them bab-
Well, 1 did what I could. The worst
of it was, I wasn't sure it wasn't the
water. 1 thought possibly Mr. Pierce
had made a mistake in what he had
bought at the drug store, and although
I don't as a rule drink' It myself, I be-
gan to feel queer iu the pit of my
Mr. Thoburn came over to the
spring, and tilling - a glass, took it to
the light, with every one watching anx-
iously. When he brought it back he
stooped over the railing and whispered
"When did you fix It?" he asked
"Last night," I answered. It was no
time to beat about the bush.
"It's yellower than usual," he said.
"I'm inclined to think something has
gone wrong at the drug store. Minnie."
Mr. von Inwald was watching like
the others, and now he came over and
caught Mr. Thoburn by the arm.
"What do you think—" he asked
nervously. "I—1 have had three glass-
es of it!"
"Three!" shouted Senator Biggs,
coming forward. "I've had eleven! I
tell you, I've been feeling queer for 24
hours! I'm poisoned! That's what ]
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SM OF FIGS
It is cruel to force nauseating,
harsh physic into a
Look back at your childhood daya.
Remember the "dose" mother insisted
on—castor oil, calomel, cathartics.
How you latcd them, how you fought
against taking them.
With our children it's different.
Mothers who cling to the old form of
physic simply don't realize what they
do. The children's revolt Is well-found-
ed. Their tender little "lusides" are
Injured by them.
If your child's stomach, liver and
bowels need cleansing, give only deli-
cious "California Syrup of Figs." Ita
action is positive, but gentle. MUliona
of mothers keep this harmless "fruit
laxative" handy; they know children
love to take it; that it never falls to
clean the liver and bowels and sweet-
en the stomach, and that a teaspoonful
given today saves a sick child tomor-
ABk at the store for a r 0-cent bottle
of "California Syrup of Figs," which
has full directions for babies, children
of all ages and for grown-ups plainly
on each bottle. Adv.
A little push will generally last
longer than a political pull.
Mrs.WIbsIow's Soothing Hyrup for ChtMr*«
teething, woftens tlie guiim, reduce*. Inflamma*
Mod, allays pum.eurv* wiud eoUc.aix- a tn.nl it .A*
Why hire a trained nurse to nurse
If you are able to eat without dis-
tress and your Jiver and bowels
are daily active, but to those not
"in this class" we urge a trial of
It is compounded especially
for relieving such ills as Poor
Appetite, Weak Digestion, Con-
stipation, Biliousness, Colds and
Grippe. Try a bottle today.
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Whether you are a
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or a farmer, you need
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by hand, you are not getting full
It doesn't require an expert oper-
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we will give especial attention to
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L. C. Smith <% Bros. Typewriter Co.,
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