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THE NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
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TWELFTH STORY
Weighed in the Balance
Tom Clark's father died In buttle.
Not the less so, because the ouly
weapons involved were brains and
money, Instead of cold steel und hot
lead.
John Clark had begun life as a mill
hand. By sheer cleverness, by tireless
ludustry, by an almost uncanny power
over his fellow men, he had fought
his way upward until he was presi-
dent of the great r.ills which he had
entered, a quarter century earlier, us
a day laborer.
But he was a manufacturer, not a
financier. Ills directors presently
formed a clique to oust him from
power and to put one of their own
henchmen in his place.
The clique's chance came when
they lured Clark Into a mazy financial
denl whose nature they misrepresent-
ed to him. As u result, when the presi
dent one day entered the bourd room
for a conference, he found the direc-
tors already awaiting him. One of
them opened the attack by saying curt-
ly :
'Tou have failed to redeem the
stock you pledged for the C. G. &
X. loan8. We have taken it up. The
control of the mills has therefore
passed to us. We deeply regret, of
course—"
"I will tuke your regrets for grant-
ed, gentlemen," Interrupted Clark,
"and I will not waste your time by
telling you what I think of this un-
derhand deal. You have tricked me
out of power. You have the whip-
hand. If you expect me to cringe un-
der the whip or to whine for mercy,
you do not know John Clark. You
want my resignation as president, of
course. It will bo In your secretary's
hands within hMf an hour. Good duy."
Turning on his heel he strode out
of the room and back to his own pri-
vate office. He had promised to hand
In his resignation within thirty min-
utes. In a long lifetime of business
probity, that was the one und ouly
promise John Clark ever broke.
For, as he reached his desk, a sud-
den sharp pain In the left side sent
him staggering Into the nearest chair.
There he groped fumbling nt his col
lar and mumbled a few gasping in-
coherent words.
Before his secretary and stenog-
rapher could hurry across the room to
the Ftricken man, he slid limply from
the chair to the floor, and lay there,
very still, in a curiously huddled uud
Inert innss.
The blow that had wrecked his fu-
ture had also taken his life.
Thus did John Clark fight a life-
long battle. Thus did he lose battld
and life In one stroke. And It be-
hooved bis only aon to take up the
fight us best he could, to support his
jrfster aud his widowed mother.
f Tom Clark had been reared as a
rich man's son. He was Just ending
feis senior year at Yule when word
tame of his father's death und of the
total wreck of the family fortunes.
He hurried home, and, ufter he had
Installed his mother and sister in a
lide-street cottage, he began at once
to seek some method of supporting
Hi em and himself.
But there he met the first setback
of his easy-going young life. Hitherto,
the ways had ail been greased for
him. Now he found them sand-pa
pered.
Tom speedily discovered that his
service# were In no demand at all
among the merchants and financiers
af his little home town.
Home he came, discouraged and
g iiniy resolute, after a week of fruit-
less search for work. To his mother
he poured out the story of his trou-
bles and of a plun that had been bred
of his failures.
"My father went In at twenty as
day laborer at the mills over yonder.
When he was fifty he practically
owned the mills. His example is good
euough for me. Tomorrow morning
I'm going over to the mills to see Mr.
Peltz, the new president. For dad's
eake he'll give me work there."
And In spite of all the protests of
his mother and sister he held to his
resolve. Early next morning he sought
an interview with Peltz, the new presi-
dent The latter—more because there
was a shortage of men than from any
sentiment about John Clark's memory
—turned Tom over to Joe Carr, a de-
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rartment foreman, with orders to put
him to work.
The moment he and Tom were alone
the old foreman grasped Tom's hands
in both of his, exclaiming:
"Boy, I worked alongside your fath-
er and then under his orders, for thir-
ty jears. He wus the whitest, kind-
est, squurest man the Lord ever made.
There Isn't n man In the mills that
didn't love him and trust him. There
Isn't a man here who won't welcome
John Clark's son und give him a
square deul."
Tom was genuinely touched by the
rough sincerity of the old man's wel-
come. And he was equally pleased at
the warm seconding that welcome re-
ceived from tlie other workers.
Inside a year Tom Clark was by all
odds the most popular man In the
mills, and he was by far the cleverest
and quickest workman on his floor.
He advanced rapidly, and he well
earned every advance. Old Joe Carr
grew to regard him almost as a son.
Before that first year was out, too,
Joe Carr had still other reasons for
being fond of his young protege. One
noon Carr's daughter, Edna, brought
her father's lunch to the mills, as he
had forgotten to take It with him in
the morning.
As she approached Carr's desk, Tom
Clark chanced to be stunding there,
receiving some routine instructions.
Carr Introduced the two young people
each other.
Tom, as he turned to acknowledge
the Introduction, found himself look-
ing down into quite the most beauti-
ful pair of eyes he had ever beheld.
It was "love at first sight."
Edna Carr, too, felt an unaccount-
able stirring nt her heartstrings at
this first meeting with the man of
whom she had heard so much from
father.
Love had dawned, and courtship
was quick to follow—an nrdently ador-
ing swain's wooing of a girl who met
his loverly advances halfway.
Kelly, the easy-going old superin-
tendent of the mills, retired on pen-
sion. in his place (he directors ap-
pointed a man who had won an en-
viable record for efficiency in another
clty'<* mills. Ills name was Agnew
Graham. In nge he was about thirty-
five. He had a reputation for slave-
driving and for wringing from the
mills a list of results that were highly
gratifying to the stockholders. Con-
cerning his personal character, some
rather unsavory stories were adrift.
Though Tom took scant heed of
Graham, yet, strangely enough, the
new superintendent had given some-
what more attention to Tom, and this
secret study on the part of Graham
was at last voiced In a talk with Peltz,
the president.
"There's a young fellow named
Tom Clark In Carr's department,"
Gruham chanced to say to the presi-
dent one rainy noon, as he was about
to go to lunch. "Did you ever happen
to hear of him?"
"Why, yes," replied Peltz. "I gave
him his Job. He is the son of our old
president—John Clark. Clark died
bankrupt and his son came to me for
work. Carr tells me he Is a wonder.
I'm glad to hear it. I always rut her
liked his father; In spite of—"
"I've had my eye on him," Inter-
rupted Graham. "I've been watching
him. You're right about his being a
good worker. I'll grant that; but—"
"But what?" demanded Peltz.
"Thnt's all we hire him for. He's
hustler, and he doesn't presume on
his father's name. What—?"
"He's too popular," declared Gra-
ham. "That's a bad sign. Everybody
In every department likes him. He's
the most populnr man In the mills. I
don't know why; but it's true, and I
don't like it."
The president laughed In derisive
amusement.
"Good Lord, Graham I" he ex-
claimed. "That's the queerest reason
for complaint I ever henrd. Why
don't you like his being popular?"
"I don't like any one man to be too
populnr and Influential In the mills,"
said Graham. "It does a lot of harm."
He left the office and started for
the main entrance of the mills, where
his automobile waited at the curb to
carry him to his club for luncheon. A
heavy rain was falling, and Graham
stood on the entrance steps waiting
for the shower to slacken so that he
might venture from the shadow of
the overhanging portico and reach his
car without a wetting.
He noted that someone else, emerg-
ing from the building Just ahead of
him, was also waiting under the portl
co for the ruin to abute. And n sec-
ond glance at his fellow loiterer
showed him she was a girl,- young,
neatly dressed, extremely pretty.
Graham's dull eyes brighteued. He
took a step toward her.
"Pardon ine," he sold, with a re-
sjiectful civility that was n trifle over-
done. "You don't work here, I think."
"No, sir," said the girl, who appar-
ently recognized him. "I came to
bring my father his lunch."
"Oil, your father Is one of us,
then?"
"Yes, sir. He Is Joseph Carr, fore-
man In the—"
"Joe Carr?" put In Graham, with
a cordiality that would have amazed'
the grumpy old foreman. "There
Isn't a better or more highly appreci-
ated man In the place. I'm honored
to meet his duughter. I am Agnew
Graham, the superintendent," he add-
ed in needless explanation. "So you
see I am qualified to speak of your
father's tine ability. And now won't
you let me do my old friend's daugh-
ter a small service? The rain Is let-
ting up. Can't I take you home in my
car?"
"Oh, no, sir I Thank you, all the
same," stammered the embarrassed
Edna.
"You have no rubbers on," he pur-
sued, "and It will give me more pleas-
ure than I can say to take you home
on my way to lunch."
Edna observed the slight frown as
he spoke. This man was the superin-
tendent, the potentate on whose good
will both her father and Tom depend-
ed for their employment and advance-
ment. if she should offend him—
'Thank you," she faltered, "I shall
be very much obliged to you. It is
only a few blocks."
Gnyly he escorted her across the
shining pavement to his car and
helped her into Its luxurious tonneuu.
"This is the very first time I've ever
been in an automobile in all my life,"
she said with awed rapture. "Isn't it
wonderful?"
Graham laughed Indulgently.
"I used to feel that way about It,"
he said, "but now I find It a lonesome
and dreary sort of amusement, unless
I've congenial companionship. Then
It's great, lint the Ideal motor ride
by moonlight, along a smooth white
country road, with the noisy city far
behind one, with the mountains in the
distance and the sleeping meadows all
fragrant with dew-soaked flowers.
That is like fairyland."
"It must be! It must be I" breathed
the girl, her Imagination rejoicing in
the word picture he had painted for
her.
"The rain Is over," said GraJiam.
"See, the sun Is coming out. The
moonlight will be glorious this eve-
ning."
When Tom Clark called at the Carr
cottage that evening Edna was not at
home. When he saw her, next noon,
she told him she had gone to call on
a sick neighbor and was going thither
ugnln that evening.
Graham during that first motor ride
had resolved that Edna was the one
woman In all the world for him, and
that he would win her for his wife.
His love-making was as respectful
as to a gin of his own class.
Edna's Inexperienced head was
turned. Her head, but not wholly her
heart.
And when Graham asked her to be
his wife she refused. But she couched
her refusal In terms so regretful that
he by no means abundoued hope.
On the ufternoon following the
drive when Graham had proposed to
Ednn, a fellow-workman fell into stop
with Tom, as the day shift was troop-
ing out of the mill.
lleurd the news?" the man asked
Tom.
'What news?" queried Clark, with
no greut interest.
"Pop Curr is due to have u swell
son-ln-luw," wus the reply. "A couple
of the fellows know Graham's chauf-
feur. They were coming home from
the lodge, along Pine street, last eve-
ning, when Graham chugged past
them In that big blue car of his. The
electric street light shone Into the c
as the two chaps were passing, and
there sat Graham with Pop Carr's
daughter. This morning one of 'em
spoke to Graham's chauffeur about It.
The chauffeur said yes, they go driv-
ing together pretty near every eve-
ning. And last night he henrd Gra-
ham ask her would she marry him.
The chauffeur couldn't hear what she
answered. But it's a cinch she—"
lie broke off in astonishment, for
Tom, who had been staring at him In
speechless horror, had turned ou his
heel and set off nt a dead run.
Nor did he pause until he had en-
tered the front yard of the Carr cot-
tage. Edna saw him striding up the
walk and she came to the door to
meet him.
'You're—you're a stranger, Tom,"
she greeted him with a forced light-
ness that sought to mask her nerv-
ousness. "I haven't seen you tor
ages."
"I have been here evening after eve-
ning," he answered, choking back his
emotion^ "but you're always away vis
I ting your 'sick neighbor'—Edna I" he
broke off In stern inquiry, "Is It true
that you spend your evenings motor-
ing with Agnew Graham?"
She flushed hotly; but answered In
ready defiance.
"Well, If I do, whose business is It
but my own? You have no right to
catechise me."
"I have the right of a man who
wants to protect you from danger,'
he returned. "The right to guard
you from a scoundrel like Graham,
You surely must know what It means
when a man of his sort pays atten
tlons to you."
"It means," she said, angered at his
tone, "It means that he loves me. He
has asked me to be his wife.'
"No?" cried Tom, aghast. "It's
true, then! It's true what people ure
saying. Oh, Ednu I"
"Is there uny disgrace," she de-
munded, "in my listening to his pro-
posal? He loves me, uud—"
"Edna!" exclaimed Tom, "you don'
cure for him. You cun'tl Why,
hoped—I dnred hope—you understood
how I feel toward you, and thut you
were willing to wait for me. I love
you, dear. You must huve know thut.
I love you. Will you murry me?"
For a moment her lieurt went out
to him in nu anguish of yearning.
Then, common sense asserted itself.
Tom," she said, very gently, but
very firmly, "You can't afford to mar-
ry on the pay you are getting. You
can't support two funillies on your
weekly wuges. It may be years be-
fore—"
"And you ure the little girl I nl
ways thought was so fine and so un-
mercenary!" groaned Tom. "Graham
has taught you that money is better
than true love. I can't compete
against his bid. Good-by."
On the doorstep lie all but collided
with a man who was Just ralsiug a
hund to the bell. It wus Agnew Gru-
ham.
From the loow of wretchedness on
Tom's face. Graham rightly Judged
that the younger mun's reception hud
not been favorable. And he grinned
pntronizlngly ut him.
At sight of thnt grin Tom suddenly
lost nil control of himself.
le caught Graham by the throat In
a blindness of fury and flung him to
the ground, leaning over the prostrate
man and snarling and growling like
a rabid dog.
Graham, though caught unawares,
had no mind to be thrashed unresist-
ingly In the presence of the girl he
wunted to murry. He wus on Ills feet
again as nimbly as any trained
wrestler, and, ducking Tom's wild
blow, ran In and grappled with him.
Tom wriggled free from Graham's
clawing grip and begun to ruin u light-
ning succession of blows upon the Ill-
guarded fuce und body of his opponent.
Under thnt fusillude Gruhum w
beaten back helpless and reeling.
At ten o'clock next morning Joe
Carr returned to his own depurtment
from u summons to the president's
office, with orders from Peltz und
Grnhutn thnt Thomus Clnrk be in-
stuntly dischurged.
"I did my best for you, lud," re-
ported the old man when he had told
the news to Tom and to a group of
syniputhetic workmen who cume over
to listen. "But it was no use. Grn-
hnm wus there, with his fuce nil
swollen und cut, nnd he kept suying,
'Mr. Peltz, either Clurk goes or I go I'
I told Peltz you were the best worker
on the floor; but he stood by Graham
und—"
"And I guess the boys will stnnd
by Tom Clurk!" spoke up one of the
listening workers. "He's fired with-
out cuuse, nnd that's dead agninst
our agreement with the compnny.
We'll cull u meeting for tonight
nnd—" •
"Not on my account," begged Tom.
"I don't wnnt to muke nny of you
men lose n dny's work or get in bud
with Gruhnm for my snke. I enn find
work somewhere. And—"
"And you'll find it right here in
these mills," supplemented Cnrr, "01
we'll know the reason why. Mr. Ag
new Grnhum's gone a step too far
this time."
Ou the following day a committee
of the men formally wnlted upon Mr.
Peltz In the hitter's office. Graham
was there, still hideously disfigured
by his thrashing.
Peltz nodded curtly to the commit-
tee nnd bude them stnte their errand.
The spokesmun cleared his throat und
begun a speech he had carefully re-
heursed.
"Mr. Peltz," said he, "we are here
as a delegation of your entire force.
We huve u grievunce. "Thomns Clurk
wus yesterduy discharged without as-
signed cuuse, nnd for no reuson con-
cerning liis work nnd conduct here In
the mills. We demund, respectfully,
thnt he be reinstated by or before noon
todny."
"And If we refuse?" sneered Gra-
ham. "What then?"
"Then," retorted the spokesman,
stirred out of his self-control by the
Insolent tone, "then at noon every
man in these mills will register his
protest by walking out. That is final.-
A Theme Discussed by the Wall
Street Journal.
In speaking of Canada a short time
ago the Wall Street Journal made the
"Walk out, then!" yolled Graham. statement that "The basis of Canada's
"Strike, If you're fools enough! Not j r,eh<>s ls the fertility of the soil, and
n man who strikes on account of that I DO 'realc of warfare can injure that
Clark blackguard will ever get an, ; w'1"e her grain will increase In de-
other Job here. That's final, too." j maud the population of the world
"Telegraph to Nagel," ordered grows- As a" Investment field Canadu
Peltz. "Tell him to ship us five hun-! Ia wortll>' of consideration." These
dred strikebreakers and fifty guards. ! wor(l!, are wel1 worthy of attention, es-
We'll see this thing through. Tell ! c'oln,n8 from such u source as
Nagel to rush his men here on tha thls financial journal. With
first possible train." j a land art'tt exceeding thut of the
The men of the mills were fiercely I ,St".,es u"'',wlth tllln,,1<; nmis
In earnest. As the guarded strike- IT, g ,Tll''r cultlvatlon. the wealth
breakers marched up the street to-1 ♦h"™ I*
ward the mill from the railroad sta- I" „ bH 1 h ? 1 T
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hailstorm of missiles. The police and
guards chnrged; but the strikers
Hung themselves upon their foes with
n steudy determination thut forced
them to u hult.
The street in front of the mill was
In u mud turmoil. The strikers in a
tinul rush swept their opponents oft
their feet and back toward the rail*
roud station whence they had come.
'They'll turn around presently and
wreck the mills," muttered Gruham
from Peltz's office, he peeped
down on the scene of curunge below.
"And when they do—"
He looked around him, to find he was
tulking to himself nlone. Peltz hud
prudently left the office and wus even
then sneuklng out of the buildiag
through an ungunrded door.
Gruhum, left ulone, lost whnt little
remnunt of nerve he still possessed.
He bolted from the office, down a
flight of stairs nnd toward the
street. In tke hallway someone sprang
forward und seized him by the urm.
Gruhum, hulf-blinded by terror,
Jerked his urm free und wus starting
on uguln, when he saw It wus Kdna
Curr who had sought to stay him.
"What—whnt ure you doing here?"
he bubbled In terror.
I couldn't stay awny," she sobbed.
crops for more than the total cost of
their land. Lands at from $15 to $30
uu acre produced crops worth $40 to
$75 an ucre. Stock raising und dulry-
Ing were equully profitable.
The yeur 1915 saw most wonderful
crops and magnificent yields over the
entire country, and many farmers
wlpt>d out Indebtedness that had
hung over them long before they came
to the country, und the year 1910 put
them in u condition of uhsolute inde-
pendence. A report to hand verified
by a high official might seem marvel-
ous, were the particulars not well
known, nnd where are not other cases
that would seem almost as plienom-
enal. This ls a southern Albertu story:
A furnier wished to rent an adjoining
furin on which u loan compnny held u
mortgage. The uppilcnnt suid he wnnt-
ed the first ten bushels of wheat, after
which he would divide, giving the louu
compnny one-third. After threshing
he pnld Into the bunk nt Cnlgary $1(5
per acre for every acre cultivated, to
the credit of the loan company, as
their share or their third of the crop.
Sixteen dollars per acre rent. His
two-thirds was $31! and in addition the
first ten bushels of wheat. Land on
this same security can be purchased
for from $10 to $30 per acre. Won-
ALL RUN-DOWN
AND NERVOUS
Says This Lady Who Had to Sup-
port Family of Four. Read
Below Her Statement
About Cardui.
"I heard that Mr. Peltz had used his derful yields are reported from all
Influence with the governor to get the ! parts of this district. Itecently 4,040
militia regiment called out. And 1 acres of a ranch were sold to an Illi-
was afraid Tom might be Injured. So I noIs farmer; 300 acres of wheat In
I came here to—to plead with you,
Mr. Graham."
A crash of glass from behind them
attested to the sureness of some win-
dow-smasher's aim.
They're breaking in!" howled Gra-
ham, his knees knocking together.
"It's I they're ufter. They hnte me.
They'll tenr me limb from limb!"
He wrenched himself free from
Edna's detaining grasp and ran dazed-
1910 produced a yield that averaged
42*£ bushels of wheat per acre. George
ltichard, formerly of Providence, It. I.,
on a southern Alberta farm got 2,052
bushels of wheat from a 50-acre field,
or over 40 bushels per ncre, nnd from
n 50-ucre field of onts got a return of
70 bushels per acre and still had some
sheaves left over for feeding.
A report Just Issued by the Alberta
government gives the yield of wheat In
ly for the nearest door, flinging it 1910 as 28 bushels per
open. acre 45 bushels of oats and 30 bushels
In the street, before him, the strlk* °' ^ar^°y-
ers had halted, and were lined up, Travelers through Alberta's wheat
resolutely but hopelessly, all looking be,t have had revealed to them scenes
straight ahead at a body of re-enforce- i of agricultural productiveness unap-
ments that were appearing from j Pr°a^hed in any other part of the
around the corner ahead, to replace
the scattered guards. Graham cried
aloud In shaky relief. The newcom-
ers were several platoons of police
reserves.
To reach the police, Graham must
pass In front of the strikers, and per-
ilously close to them. He knew what
to expect from their rocks nnd pistols
nnd flung clubs. He must run u fear-
ful guntlet ere he could reuch sufety.
Then, In a trice, came to him an in-
spiration born of craven * terror, and
with trembling haste he acted upoq
it
He flung one arm about Edna and,
before she could guess his purpose,
lie was dashing toward the. street,
half-carrying, half-dragging her along
with him.
And ever, as he ran, he held the
girl's fragile body as a shield between
himself and the strikers.
Out from the thick-packed throng
sprang a man. It was Tom Clark. In
single bound he hnd gained Edna's
side. Tearing Graham's nrm loose
from her, Tom gently thrust her out
of the pnth of the police.
Then he gripped the fleeing super-
intendent by the throut nnd, heedless
of consequences, proceeded to throttle
him.
From the moment of Grnhnm's dnsh
out of the doorwny scarce ten seconds
had elapsed. The police officer in
charge, seeing the forward surge of
strikers, shouted an order to his men.
In answer to that sharp-barked
commnnd n ronr and belch of flame
burst from the foremost rank of the
police reserves.
The police hnd fired on the mob.
The grappling bodies of Tom Clnrk
nnd Agnew Grnhnm were riddled by
bullets. A dozen strikers fell head-
long under the snme volley. The rest
of the mob scnttered nnd fled.
Edna Carr darted out from the side-
walk and threw herself upon her
knees In the blood-stained street nt
Tom Clark's side. She lifted the life-
less man's head in her arms and
weeplngly kissed the dead lips.
"He was mine," she moaned hys-
terically. "One of my people!"
"And these," mused the police offi-
cer, sadly looking at the slain, scat-
tered about on the ground at his feet,
•these were my people, too. And I
ordered tham shot down like beasts!"
And thf people; each one felt hla
share when the question was asktd,
44Who's Guilty?"
(END OF TWELFTH 3TO&YJ
world.
Alberta farms, selected with even
moderate discretion, have raised men
to Independence and affluence with rec-
ords of wonderful development unsur-
passed amongst the phenomenal Indus-
trial success of which Canada well may
boast
Many almost Incredible yields have
been reported by reliable authorities,
wheat exceeding 70 bushels per acre
and oats 145 bushels.
Numerous records show thnt the cost
of fnrms hus been more than repaid by
this year's crop. In one instance, land
purchased for $3,200 produced wheat
which was sold for a little over $10,000.
During the year 1917 there will be
an Immense amount of labor required
to take care of the crop In Manitoba,
Saskatchewan and Alberta.
One of the problems which Western
Canada has to face every yeur ls the
securing of nn udequute supply of
labor to hnndle the hnrvesting nnd
threshing of its' big crops. This prob
lem, Indeed, is nlwuys present in uny
country thnt hns n big ugrlculturai pro-
duction; in the case of Western Can-
ada It is enhanced by the comparative
sparslty of population and the long dis-
tance from industrial districts, which
can be expected to offer a surplus of
labor.
In Western Canada the present diffi-
culties are Increased by the war. A very
large number of Western Canada's
small population have enlisted for serv-
ice with the Canadian forces in Europe,
and at the present time there is gen-
erally speaking no surplus of labor for
the ordinury channels of Industry, to
say nothing of the abnormal demands
of harvest time. The situation, how-
ever, has to some extent been met by
the action of the Canadian militia de-
partment, who have released all such
men who are still In training In the
western military camps and who desire
to engage In harvest work for u period
of generally one month.
The actual number of men engaged
in 1916 in harvest work was between
forty and fifty thousand. Wages were
higher than usual, running from $2.50
to $4.00 n day with board, and from
$35 to $00 a month.—Advertisement.
Tallapoosa, Ga.—Mrs. Sallle Eldson,
of this place, writes: "I was in very
poor health, all run-down, nervous,
had fainting spells, dizziness and heart
fluttering. I had these symptoms us-
ually at my . . . times. I had a
very hard time, working for seven
years in a hotel after my father died.
I had to support our fnmlly of four. I
rend the Blrthdny Almnnnc and
thought I would begin taking Cardui.
I received good benefit from It I am
sure It will do all that It claims to do.
I took three or four bottles before It
began to show effects. After that I
Improved rapidly and gained in health
and strength. I took nine bottles In
all. This Is the only time I have
tnken It I was down to 108 pounds
and I gained to 122. I felt like a new
woman. I couldn't sleep before and
had to be rubbed, I would get so nerv-
ous and numb. And all this waa
stopped by Cardui."
The true value of a medicine can be
determined only by the results ob-
tained from Its actual use. The thou-
sands of letters we have received
every year for many years from
grateful users of Cardui, are powerful
tributes to its worth and effectiveness.
If you suffer from womanly ailments,
try Cardui, the woman's tonic.—Adv.
A bad boy seldom inherits his bad-
ness from his father. The old man us-
ually hangs on to all he has.
Second Choice.
"I'm writing a story for one of the
leading magazines," remarked Scrlb-
son, with a lofty air.
"Indeed," replied his caustic friend.
"And which one of the Inferior maga-
zines do you think will publish It?"
fruit laxative
for sick child
"California Syrup of Figs" can't
harm tender stomach,
liver and bowels.
Every mother realizes, after giving
her children "California Syrup of
Figs" that this ls their Ideal laxative,
because they love its pleasant taste
and it thoroughly cleanses the tender
little stomach, liver and bowels with-
out griping.
When cross, irritable, feverish, or
breath is bad, stomach sour, look at
the tongue, mother! If coated, give a
teaspoonful of this harmless "fruit
laxative," and in a few hours all the
foul, constipated waste, sour bile and
undigested food passes out of the bow-
els, and you have a well, playful child
again. When its little system ls full
of cold, throat sore, has stomach-ache,
diarrhoea, Indigestion, colic—remem-
ber, a good "inside cleaning" should
always be the first treatment given.
Millions of mothers keep "California
Syrup of Figs" handy; they know a
teaspoonful today saves a sick child
tomorrow. Ask at the store for a 60-
cent bottle of "California Syrup of
Figs," which has directions for babies,
children of all ages and grown-up«
printed on the bottle. Adv.
Arduous Work.
The heart soon becomes tired of
much gayety. Pleasure-seeking is a
very laborious occupation.
Cure that cold
—Do it today.
CASCARAgqUININE
The old family remedy — In tablet
form—safe, sure, easy to take. No
opiates-no unpleasant after effecta.
Cures col da in 24 hours- Grip in 3
days. Money back if it fails. Get
the genuine box with Red Top
and Mr. Hill's picture on it—25 ceuta.
At Any Dni« Store
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