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CHAPTER XXII.
—15—
Jimmy Wallace Throws a Bomb.
It was about eleven months after
ftose had watched Iiodney walking de-
lectedly away Into the rain thut Jimmy
Wallace threw his bomb.
Every year he mnde two profes-
sional visits to New York; one In au-
tumn, one In the spring In order that
he might have Interesting matters to
write about when the local theatrical
doings hud been exhausted. From
his first spring pilgrimage after
Rose’s disappearance he came back
wearing n deep-lying and contented
smile, and a few days later, after a
talk over the telephone with Rod-
ney, ho headed n column of gossip
about the theater with the following
paragraph:
"Come On In,” as the latest of the New
Tork revues Is called. Is much like all the
Dthers. It contains the same procession
of specialty mongers, the same cacophony
of rag time, the same gangway out into
the audience which refreshes tired busi-
ness men with a thrilling worm’s-eye view
Df dancing girls’ knees au naturel. And
up and down this straight and narrow
pathway of the chorus there is the custo-
mary parade of the same haughty beau-
ties of Broadway. Only in one item is
there a deviation from the usual formula:
the costumes. For several years past the
revues at the theater (the Columbian)
have been caparisoned with the decadent
colors and bizarre designs of the exotic
Mr. Grenville Melton. I knew there had
been a change for the better as soon as X
saw the first number, for these dresses
have the stimulating quality of a healthy
and vigorous imagination, as well as a
vivid decorative value. They are exceed-
ingly smart, of course, or else they would
never do for a Broadway revue, but they
are also alive, while those of Mr. Melton
were invariably sickly. Curiously cnougli
tlie name of the new costume designer has
a special Interest for Chicago. She Is
Boris Dane, who participated in “The
Girl Upstairs" at the Globe. Mias Dane's
stage experience here was brief, but nev-
ertheless her striking success in her new
profession will probably cause the forma-
tion of u '.arge and enthusiastic "X-knew-
uer-wlien” club.
Jimmy pxpocted to produce nn effect
with it. But what he did produce ex-
ceeded his wildest anticipations. The
thing came out in the three o’clock
edition, and before he left the ollice
that afternoon he hud received over
the telephone six invitations to din-
ner ; three of them for thut night.
He declined the first two on the ground
of an enormous press of work inci-
dent to bis fresh return from a fort-
night in New York. But when Violet
Williamson called up and snid, with a
reference to a previous engagement thut
was shamefully fietitous: "Jimmy, you
haven’t forgotten you’re dining with us
tonight, hnve you? It’s just us, so you
needn’t dress,” he answered:
“Oh, no, I've got it down on my cal-
endar all right. Seven-thirty?”
Violet snickered and said: “You
wait l—Or rather, don’t wait. Make it
seven.”
Jimmy was glad to be let off that
extra half hour of waiting. He was
impatient for the encounter with Vio-
let—a state of mind most rare with
him. lie meant to wring all the pleas-
ure out of it he could by way of re-
venge for Violet’s attitude toward
tRose after her presence in the Globe
chorus had become known—for that
biting contempt which was the typical
attitude of her class.
Violet said, the moment he ap-
peared In the drawing room doorway:
“John mude me swear not to let you
tell me a word until he came in. He’s
simply burbling. But there's one
thing he won't mind your telling me,
and that’s her address. I'm simply per-
ishing to write her a note and tell her
how glad we were.”
Jimmy mnde a little gesture of re-
gret. He'd have spoken too, but she
didn't give him time.
“You don’t mean,” she cried, "that
you didn’t find out where she lived
while you were right there lu New
York!” .
John enme in Just then, anil Violet,
turning to him tragically, repeated, “He
doesn't even know where she lives!”
“Oh, I'm a booh, I know,” said Jim-
my. “But, as I told the other five . ..”
Violet frowned as she echoed, “The
other five—what?”
Jimmy turned to John Wi.licmson
with a perfectly electric grin.
“The other five of Bose Aldrich's
friends—and yours,” he said, “who
called me up this afternoon and invited
me to dinner, and asked for her ad-
dress so that they could write her
notes and tell her how glad they
were.”
I John said TTkaosh!”—nil but upset
• chair, and slammed it out of the way
tn order to Jubilate properly.
Violet stood looking at them
thoughtfully. A little flush of color
■was coming up into her face.
“You two men,” she said, “are try-
ing to act ns If I weren’t In this; as If
I weren’t Just ns glad as you are, and
hadn't ns good a right to be. John
here,” tills was to Jimmy, “has been
gloating ever since he came home with
the paper. And you . . . Did you mean
me by that snippy little thing you snid
about lh.~‘I-knew-her-when club?’ Well,
you’ll get your punishment. There’s
dinner l But yon won't he ullowed to
eat. You'll have to begin at the begin-
ning mid tell us all uhout her.”
Jimmy, his effect produced, his long-
medltnted vengeance completed by the
flare of color he'd seen come up in
Violet's cheeks, settled down seriously
to the telling of his tale, stopping oc-
casionally to holt a little food just be-
fore his plate was snatched away from
him, but otherwise without intermis-
sion.
Ile’d suspected n< tiling about the
costumes on that opening night of
“Come On In,” until a realization of
how amazingly good they were made
him search his program. The line
"Costumes by Dune” hud lighted up in
Ills mind a wild surmise of the truth,
though he udiaitted it had seemed al-
most too good to he true. Because the
costumes were really wonderful.
He east about, he said, for some way
of finding out who Dane really was.
And, having learned that Galbraith
was putting on the show at the Casino
lie looked him up.
Galbraith proved n mine of infor-
mation—no, he was more like one of
those oil wells technically known as a
gusher, lie simply spouted facts about
Rose, and couldn’t be stopped. She
was his own discovery. He'd seen her
possibilities when she designed and
executed those twelve costumes for the
sextette in “The Girl Upstairs." He’d
brought her down to New York to act
us Ills assistant. She worked for Gal-
braith the greater part of lust season.
Jimmy hud never known of anybody
having just that sort of Job before.
Galbraith, busy with two or three pro-
ductions at once, had put over a lot
of the work of conducting rehearsals
on her shoulders. He’d get a number
started, having figured out the maneu-
vers the chorus were to go through,
tile steps they’d use, and so on, and
Rose would actually take his place;
would he in complete charge of the re-
hearsal us the director's representa-
tive.
The costuming last season had been
a side Issue, at the beginning at least,
hut she'd done part of the costumes
for one of his productions, and they
were so strikingly successful that Abe
Shuman liad snatched her away from
him.
“The funny thing is the way she
does them,” Jimmy said. “Everybody
else who designs costumes just draws
them : dinky little water colored plates,
and the plates are sent out to a com-
pany like the Stur Costume company
and they execute them. But Rose can’t
draw a bit. She got a mannequin—not
an ordinary dressmaker's form, but a
regular painter’s mannequin—with legs
and made her costumes on the thing;
or at least cut out a sort of pattern of
them in cloth. But somehow or other,
the designing of them and the execu-
tion are more mixed up together by
Rose’s method than by the orthodox
one. She wanted to get some women
in to sew for her, and see the whole
job through herself; deliver the cos-
tumes complete, and get paid for them.
But it seems that the Shumans, oil the
side, owned the Star company and
raked off n big profit on the costumes
that way. I don’t know all the details.
I don’t know that Galbraith did. But
anyhow, the first thing anybody knew,
Rose had financed herself. She got
one of those rich young bachelor wom-
en in New York to go into the tiling
with her, and organized a company,
and made Abe Shuman un offer on all
the costu >es for ‘Come Ou In.’ Gal-
braith thinks that Abe Shuman
thought she was sure to lose a lot of
money on it and go broke, and that
then he could put her to work at a
salary, so he gave her the job. But
she didn’t lose. She evidently made
a chunk out of it, and her reputation
at the same time.”
Violet was immensely thrilled by
this recital. “Won’t she be perfectly
wonderful,” she exclaimed, “lor the
Junior league show, when she comes
buck I”
Jimmy found an enormous satisfac-
tion in saying: “oh, she’ll he too ex-
pensive for you. She's a regular rob-
ber, she says.”
“She says!” cried Violet. “Do you
rneuu you've talked with her?”
“Do you think I'd have come back
from New York without?” said Jimmy.
"Galbraith told me to drop in at the
Casino thut same afternoon. Some of
the costumes were to be tried on, and
‘Miss Dune’ would be there.
“Well, and she came. I almost fell
over her out there in the durkj because
of course the auditorium wasn’t light-
ed at all. I’ll admit she rather took
my breath. Just glancing up at me,
and then peering to make out wtio I
was, and then her face going nil alight
with that smile of hors. I didn’t know
what to call her, and was stammering ;
over a mixture of Miss Dune and Mrs. !
Aldrich, when she laughed and held
out u hand to me and suid she didn't
remember whether I'd ever called her
Rose or not,
someone cull
I begin?” j cess of her costumes in "Come On In,
Jimmy explained there hadn't been and she inclosed with her letter a oom-
nny chance to talk much. “The cos- pletc set of newspaper reviews of the
tumes began coming up on the stage piece.
Just then (on Chorus girls, of course), ; it was a week lat r that she wrote:
j ami she was up over the runway in u “I met James Randolph coming up
minute, talkiug them over with Cul- Broadway yesterday uficrnoon. about
hruilh. When slit1 d finished, she came five o'clock, lie's changed, somehow,
down to me again for a minute, but it since 1 saw lilui last; us brilliant as
was hardly longer than that really. j ever, but rattier—lurid. Do you sup-
She said she wished she might see uxe 1 p.is,. tilings are going badly between
again, but thut she couldn’t usk me him nnd E'euuor? He told me he hadn't
to come to the studio, because It was seen you forever. Why don't you drop
a perfect bedlam, nnd that there won J in on him?”
no Use asking me to come to her apurt j It was quite true that Rodney had
ment, because she was never there -ecu very little of the Randolphs
herself these days, except for about since Rose went away. When It came
seven hours a ulght of the liurdest to confronting his friends, tu the
kind of sleep. If I could stay around knowledge that they knew that Rose
till her rush was over . . . But then, bad left him for the Globe chorus, ho
of course, she knew I couldn’t." found that James Randolph was one
"And you never thought of asking he didn’t care to face. He knew too
her,” Violet wailed, "where the apurt- much. He’d he too Infernally curious,
ment was, so thut the rest of us, If too full of surmises, eager for expert*
we were In New York, could look her meuts.
up, or write to her from heie?” But Hose’s letter put n different face
"No," Jimmy suld. “I never thought on the matter. The fact that she’d
of asking for her address. But It’s the put him, partly at least, In possession
easiest thing In the world to get. Cull of what she had observed and wlmt
up Rodney. He knows.” she guessed, guve him a sort of shield
“What ruukes you think he knows?” against the doctor. So one evening
Violet demanded. about nine o’clock he slipped out and
“Well, for one tiling,” suid Jimmy, walked around to the new house which
"when Rose was asking for news of Bertie Willis had built for Eleanor,
nil of you, she said: T hear from Rod- Rodney reflected, us lie stood at the
ney regularly. Only he doesn't tell door after ringing the bell, that his
me much gossip.”' j own house was quite meek and couven-
“Heurs from him!” gasped Violet, j Ibuml alongside tills. Bertie had gone
“Regularly I” She was staring at Jim- Id" limit,
my in a dazed sort of way. “Well, '
llncss, quite cool, but wonderfully firm.’ e desk nnd typewriter, and filing cabl-
Slie was frankly Jubilant over the sue- nets around the walls. “Rubber floor,"
Randolph pointed out, “felt ceiling; ab-
solutely sound-proof. Ilvre's where
my stenographer sits all day, ready—
like a fireman. And this,” lie conclud-
ed, lending the way U> the other room,
“Is the holy of holies.”
It hud a rubber floor, too, and. Rod-
ney supposed, a felt celling, liut its
only furniture was one chair and a
canvas cot.
“Sound-proof too.” said Randolph.
“But sounding boards or something in
nil the walls. I press this button, start
a dictaphone, and talk In any direc-
tion, anywhere. It’s all takeu down.
Here’s where I'm supposed to think,
make discoveries and tilings. I tried It
for u while.”
They went bnek into the study.
"Clever beasts, though -poodles," he
remarked, us ho nodded Rodney to Ids
chair and poured himself another
drink. “Learn their tricks very nicely.
But, good heavens, Aldrich, think of
him us n maul Think what our Amer-
ican married women are up against,
when they want somebody to play oft
against their husbands nnd have to fall
hack on tired little beasts like that.
Eleanor doesn’t mean anything. She's
trying to make me Jealous. That's her
newest experiment. But It's downright
pitiful, 1 say."
Rodney got up out of his chair. It
wasn't a possible conversation. “I'll
be running along, I think," he said.
“I’ve a lot of proof to correct tonight,
and you’ve got work of your own, I
A CROSS, FEVERISH
CHILD IS BILIOUS
OR CONSTIPATE!
LOOK, MOTHER! SEE IF TONGUE
IS COATED, BREATH HOT OR
STOMACH SOUR.
“CALIFORNIA SYRUP OF FIGS*
CAN’T HARM TENDER STOM-
ACH, LIVER, BOWELS.
way.
does she write to him? Has she made
it up with him? Is she coming back?"
"I suppose you cun just hear me
asking her all those questions? Casu-
ally, iu the aisle of u theater, while
she was getting ready for a running
jump into a taxi?"
The color came up Into Violet’s fnc<
again. There was a maddening sort of
jubilant jocularity about these men,
the looks and almost winks (hey ex-
changed, the distinctly saucy quality
of the tilings they said to her.
“Of course," she said coolly, “If Rose
had told me that she hoard from Rod-
ney regularly, although lie didn't send
her much of the gossip, I shouldn’t
have had to usk her those questions.
I I'd have known from the way she
j looked and the way her voice sounded,
SM
a
X/-
Tho grin which his reflection nfford-
ed him was still on Rodney’s lips when,
a servant having opened the door, ho
found himself face to l'aee with the
architect. Bertie, top--coated and hut
la hand, was waiting for Eleanor, who
was coming down the stairs followed
by a maid with her carriage-coat. He
returned Rodney's nod pretty stiffly, ns
was natural enough, since Rodney's
grin had distinctly brightened up at
sight of him.
Eleanor said, rather negligently:
“Hollo, Rod. We’re just dashing off to
the I’alace to see a perfectly exquisite
little dancer Bertie’s discovered down
there. She comes on nt half past nine,
so we’ve got to fly. Want to coni '?”
“No," Rodney said. “I came over to
see Jim. Is he at home?"
The maid was holding out the coat
for Eleanor's arms. But Eleanor, at
Rodney's question, Just stood for a
s' "olid quite still. She wasn’t looking
at anybody, but the expression In her
eyes was sullen. “Yes, lie's ut home,"
she said at last.
“Bus;,-, I suppose,” said Rodney.
Iier Inflection laid dictated this reply.
"Yes, lie's busy,” she repeated ab-
sently and in a tone still more coldly
hostile, though Rodney perceived that, ... ,
the hostility was not meant for him. [ L"0.’
She looked around at Bertie.
"Wait two minutes," she said, “if
you don’t mind." Then, to Rodney,
“Come along.” And she led the way!
up the lustrous, velvety teukwood
stair.
He followed her. But, arrived at
the drawing room floor, he stopped.
“Look here," he said. “If Jim's busy
“You Two Men . . . Are Trying
to Act as If I Weren’t in on This.”
whether she was writing to Rodney or
not, and whether she meant to come
back to him or not; whether she was
ready to make it up' if he was—all
that. Any woman who knew her at
all would. Only a man, perfectly in-
fatuated, grinning . . . See if you can’t
tell what she looked like und how she
said it.”
Jimmy, meek again, attempted the
task.
“Well,” he said, “she didn't look me
in the eye and register deep mean-
ings or anything like that. I don't
know where she looked. As far as the
inflection of her voice went, it was
just as casual as if she’d been telling
me what she’d had for lunch. But the
quality of her voice just richened up
a bit, ns if the words tasted good to
her. And she smiled, just barely, as
if she knew I'd be staggered and didn't
care. There you are! Now interpret
unto me this dream, oh, Joseph.”
Violet’s eyes were shining. “Why,
it's as plain,” she suid. “Can’t you see
that she's Just waiting for him; that
she’ll come like a shot the minute he
says the word? And there he is eat-
ing his heurt out for her, and in his
rage charging poor John perfectly ter-
rific prices for his legal services, when
all he’s got to do is to say ‘please,’ In
order to be happy."
CHAPTER XXIII.
Rodney Gets a Clear View of Hlmeelf.
It was Rose herself who began this
correspondence with Rodney, within a
month of her arrival In New York.
If Rodney hnd done an unthinkable
thing; If he hnd kept copies of bis let-
ters to Rose, along with her answers,
in a chronological file, he would have
made the discovery that the stiffness
of those letters had gradually worn
away and that they were now a good
deal more than mere pro forma bulle-
tins. There had crept into them, so
subtly and so gently that between one I see.
of them nnd the next no striking dlf- | The first one, opening from the study,
■hi
“Oh, don't be too dense, Rodney 1”
she said. “A man has to be ‘busy’
when he’s known to he in the house
nnd won’t entertain his wife’s guests.
Go up, sing out who you are, and go
right in." She gave him a nod nnd
a hard little smile, and went down-
stairs nguiu to Bertie.
Rodney found the door Eleanor had
Indicated, knocked smartly on it, nnd
sang (Ait at the same time, “This is
Rodney Aldrich. May I come In?”
“Come in, of course,” Randolph
called. “I’m glad to see you,” he add-
ed, coming to meet his guest, “but do
you mind telling me how you got in
here? Some poor wretch will lose
his job, you know, if Eleanor finds
out about this. When I’m in this
room, sacred to reflection and re-
search, it's a first-class crime to let
me be disturbed.” It didn't need his
sardonic grin to point the satire of his
words.
Rodney said curtly; “Eleanor sent
me up herself. I didn’t much want to
come, to tell the truth, when I heard
you were busy.”
“Eleanor!" her husband repeated. “I
thought she’d gone out—with her poo-
dle.”
Rodney said, with unconcealed dis-
taste: "They wore ou the point of go-
ing out when I came in. That's how
Eleanor happened to see me.”
With a visible effort Randolph re-
covered a more normal manner. "I'm
glad it happened that way," he said.
"Get yourself a drink. You’ll find any-
thing you want over there, I guess, and J
something to smoke; then we’ll sit
down and have an old-fashioned talk.”
The source of drinks he indicated
was a well-stocked cellarette at the
other side of the room. But Rodney’s
eye fell first on a decanter and siphon
on the table, within reach of the chuir
Randolph had been sitting In.
“I don’t believe I want anything more
to drink Just now,” Rodney said. And,
as he followed Rodney’s glance, Ran-
dolph allowed himself unother sardonic
grin.
The preliminaries were gone through
rather elaborately; chairs drawn up
and adjusted, ash-trays put within
reach; cigars got going satisfactorily.
But the talk they were supposed to
prepare the way for, didn’t at once be-
Bln.
Randolph took another stifflsh drink
nnd settled bnek into a dull, sullen ab-
straction. Finally, for the sake of sny- j
ing something, Rodney remarked:!
“This is n wonderful room, isn't it?”
Randolph roused himself. “Never
been In here before?” he asked. “Well
then, here’s two more rooms you must
expect.
“Sit down again,” said Randolph
sharply. “I’m just getting drunk. But
that can wait. I’m going to talk. I’ve
got to talk. And if you go, I a wear
I'll call up Eleanor’s butler nnd talk
to him. You'll keep it to yourself,
anyway." lie added, as Rodney hesi-
tated, “I want to tell you about Rose.
I saw her in New Y’ork, you know."
Rodney sat down again. “Yes," he
said, "so slit* wrote. Tell me how she
looked. She’s been working tremen-
dously hard, mid I’m a little afraid
she's overdoing it."
“She looks," Riindolpti said very de-
liberately, “a thousand years old." He
laughed at the sharp contraction of
Rodney's brows. “Oil, not like that!
Site’s as beautiful ns ever. Her skin's
still got that bloom on it, and she still
flushes up when she smiles. Slut's lost
five pounds, perhaps, but that's Jus*
condition. And vitality! Hut n tin.;
I sand years old, just the same.”
“I'd like to know what you ineiiii by
that," said Rodney.
“Why, look here," Randolph said.
“You know what a kid she was when
you married her. Schoolgirl! I used
to tell her things and she’d listen, nil
eyes—holding her breath! Until I felt
almost as wise ns she thought I was.
If
sin* started u tiling, she saw It through.
If she said, ‘Tell it to me straight,’
why, she took it, whatever it might
be, standing up. She wasn’t nfraid of
anything. Courage of innocence. Re-
enuse she didn’t know. Well, she’s
courageous now, because she knows.
She understands—I tell you—every-
thing.
“Why, look here! We all but ran
into each other on the corner, there,
of Brondway and Forty-second street;
shook hands, said howdy-do. If I bud
a spare half-hour, would I eotne and
have tea with her here at the Knicker-
bocker? She'd nodded at two or three
passing people while wq stood there.
And then somebody said. ‘Hello, Dane,'
and stopped. A miserable, shabby,
shivering little painted thing. Rose
said ‘Hello’ nnd asked how she was
getting along. Was she working now?
She snid no; did Rose know of any-
thing? Rose snid, ‘Give me your ad-
dress, nnd if I can find anything I’ll
let you know.’ The horrible little beast
told her where she lived and went
away. Rose didn’t say anything to me,
except that she was somebody who'd
been out in n road company with her.
Rut there was a look in her eyes ... I
Oh, site knew—everything. Knew
what the kid was headed for. Knew
there was nothing to be done about it.
She had no flutters about it. didn’t
pull a long face, didn’t, as I told you,
sny a word. But there was a look in i
her eyes, somehow, that understood
nnd faced—everything. And then we j
went in und hud our tea.
“I lmd a thousand curiosities about
her. I’d have found out anything i
could. But it was she who did the find- j
ing out. Beyond inquiring about you,
how lately I'd seen you, und so on. she
hardly asked a question; but pretty
| soon I saw that she understood me, >
j She knew what was the matter with
[me; Knew what I’d made of myself.
J And she didn't even despise me !
“I came back here to kick this
| tiling to pieces, give myself a fresh
j start. And when I got here, I hadn’t
(lie sand. I got drunk instead." He
poured himself another long drink and
sipped slowly.
“Everybody knows,” he said at Inst,
“that down-and-outs almost invariably
take to drugs or drink. But I know
why they do.”
That remark stung Rodney out of his
long silence. During the whole of Ran-
dolph’s recital of his encounter with
Rose he'd never once lifted his eyes
from the gray ush of bis cigar. He
didn't want to look at Randolph, nor
think about him. Just wauted to re-
member every word he said, so that he
could carry the picture away Intact.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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because they love its pleasant taste
und It thoroughly cleanses the tender
little stomach, liver und bowels with-
out griping.
When cross. Irritable, feverish, or
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undigested food passes out of the bow-
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a good "Inside cleansing” should al-
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Millions of mothers keep “California
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touspoonful today saves a sick child
to-morrow. Ask ; "ir druggist for a
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which bus directions for babies, chil-
dren of all ages and grown-ups printed
on the bottle, Rewnre of counterfeits
sold here, so don’t be fooled. Get the
genuine made by “California Fig
Syrup Company.”—Adv.
Their Awful Plight.
She—And wlmt was your most ter-
rifying experience during your two
years In the trenches?"
He (grimly)—The night—
She—Y’es, yes?
He—When, with the Bodies only
101) yards away—
She—Go on!
He—and gas bombs raining and
liquid lire coursing upon us—
She—Yes, yes!
He—When we suddenly discovered—
She—Go on!
He—That there wasn’t a cigarette
In our whole detachment!
KIDNEY SUFFERERS HAVE
FEELING OF SECURITY
You naturally feel secure when you.
know that the medicine you are about to
take is absolutely pure and contains no
harmful or habit producing drugs.
Such a medicine is Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-
Root, kidney, liver and bladder remedy.
The same standard of purity, strength
and excellence is maintained in every
bottle of Swamp-Root.
Swamp-Root is scientifically compound-
ed from vegetable herbs.
It is not a stimulant and is taken in
teaspoonful doses.
It is not recommended for everything.
According to verified testimony it is
nature’s great helper in relieving and over-
coming kidney, liver and bladder trou-
bles.
A sworn statement of purity is with
every bottle of Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-
Root.
If you need a medicine, you should have
the best.
If you are already convinced that
Swamp-Root is what you need, you will
find it on sale at all drug stores in bottles
of two sizes, medium and large.
However, if you wish first to try this
great preparation send ten cents to Dr.
Kilmer & Co., Binghamton. N. Y., for a
sample bottle. When writing be sure and
mention this paper.—Adv.
Their Kind.
“What do you suppose the mermaids
have for pets?”
“Ocean greyhounds and sea pusses,
of course.”
Pimply Rashy Skins
Quickly soothed and heuled by Cutl-
cura often when all else falls. The
Soap to cleanse and purify, the Oint-
ment to soothe and heal. For free
samples address, “Cutleura, Dept. X.
Boston.” At druggists and by mall.
Soap 25, Ointment 25 and 50.—Adv.
A Cold Girl.
“I hear that Miss Chilton v
old flame of yours.”
“Not exactly; an old Icicle.”
Pay Her to Wait
Shoe Salesman—But, my dear
Madam, you hud better purchase a
pair while they nre only twelve dol-
lars. The price will soon go to twenty-
five dollars.
Complacent Customer—Oh, then I
won’t tnke any just now. If they go
that high I’ll Just wait for my sec-
ond childhood am1 then I cun go bare-
A FRIEND IN NEED.
For instant relief and speedy cure
ase "Mississippi" Diarrhea Cordial,
Price 50c and 25c.—Adv.
Sometimes a fast young man tries
to imitate the tiight of the swallow,
low and swift.
Rolling stones gather a good gloss.
When Your Eyes Need Care
Try Murine Eye Remedy
So 8ro*rttnc — ,U;afc^Fye Comfort.
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Dennis, J. J. The Kiowa Chronicle. (Kiowa, Okla.), Vol. 12, No. 44, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 4, 1918, newspaper, April 4, 1918; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1138665/m1/3/: accessed April 25, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.