The Crowder City Guardian (Crowder, Oklahoma), Vol. 7, No. 15, Ed. 1 Friday, January 5, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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d¥L0U\S JOSEPH VANCE
AUTIOR. OF "TMD BRASS BOWL" ETCC.
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copyficnr BY LOU,6 IOSCPH VANCC
craven: the Scarlet Evil dismayed
them; they fled from lta power and
left It to battun on me In my alck-
neas."
A deep groan welled In uncounted
. . . The suspense grew tntoler- I ly, disclosing a black cavernous open. '
abls. [ Inc.
"Hast thon Judged him, O death?" j "In with you," panted l.abertouch«^ j
Instantly the white cobra reared up \ removing the lever. "Don't delay."
to Its utmost and remained poised over j Amber did not. He took with him a
THE TRUTH ADOUT BLU1NO.
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Liquid bluing
Given a half
No. 4.
la mainly water,
cent's worth of
throata and resounded through the Amber, barely moving save for the al- j hazv impression of a vast, vaulted hall j blul|)K ()|l(, a )nrge bottle mled wlth
6VNOPSI5.
r>avid Ar?ib« r, Martin*? fnr a duck-nhoot-
Inif visit with lils friend. «^ualn, eom*a up-
on a young lady ptjuestrlfin who htts been
dismount'*,1 by her horse befomin.* frl^'ht-
•n^-d nt the sudden aiipHitrun< h In the road
of a burly Hindu. He derhvres ho 1'
B*:.ftr! l>al riiatterjl, "The appointed
mouthpiece of the Bell." address* • Amber
*s n man of high rank and presfmg a
piystcr<nu« Jlttle bronze box. "The To-
ken," Info his hand, disappears In the
wood. The jrlrl calls Amber by name.
He In turn suitresses her as Miss Sophie
Farrell, daughter of Col. Farrell of the
liritlsh diplomatic service In India and
visiting tin* Quulns. Several nights later
the (Jualn home Is burglarized and the
bronze box svolen. Amber and Cjualn go
hunting on an Ishind and becomu lost and
Amber la left marooned, lie wanders
about, finally reaches a cabin and rec-
Ognl zes as Its occupant an old friend
named Rutton, whom he lust met In Eng-
land. and who appears to be In hiding.
When Miss Karrell Is mentioned Rutton
•trangHy agitated Chatterjl appear*
and summons Rutton to a meeting of a
mysterious body. Rutton seizes a revol-
ver and dashes after Phatterjl. He re-
turns wildly excited, says he has killed
the Hindu, ttikes poison, and when dying
asks Amber to go to India on a mysteri-
ous errand. Amber decides to leave at
once for India. On the way he sends a
letter to Mr. I>abertouche. a scientific
friend in Calcutta, by a quicker routs.
Upon arriving he flnds a note awaiting
turn. It directs Amber to m.-et his friend
*t a certain place. The latter tells him
he knows his mission Is to get Miss Far-
rell out of the country. Amber attempts
to dispose of the Token to a money-len-
«er, Is mistaken for Rutton and barely
ascapes being mobbed. A message from
t^abertoucha causes him to start for Par-
reeling; on the way he meets Miss
ed Jealously, closing r inu his body
like cold, caressing uri he felt their
chill kisses on his cheeks and hands,
even through his clothing he was con-
scious of their clinging, deadly touch.
Abruptly they swung entirely free,
leaving the entrance clear, and he was
drawing a free breath when the moon
glare showed him the swords returned
to position with the speed of light.
He Jumped for his life and escaped
being slashed to pieces by the barest
inch. They swung to behind him;
and again the drum roared, while afar
there arose a furious, eldritch wailing
of conches. Overhead the opening
disappeared and the light was shut
out. In darkness as of the Hall of
cavern.
"Will y# fail me again. O my chile
dren?"
"Nay. nay, O our mother!"
"Too long have I suffered and been
patient in silence. Now I must be
cleansed and made whole as of old
time; yea, I must be purged altogeth-
er and the evil cast out from mo. It
Is time. ... Ye have heard, y%
have answered; make ready, for the
day of the cleansing upproacheth.
Whet thy swords for the days of the
healing, for my cleansing can be but
by steel. Yea, thy swords shall do
away with the evil, and the land shall
run red with the blood of Rharuta. the
blood of thy mother; it shall run to
the sea as a river, bearing with it tho
Red Evil. So and no otherwise shall
I, thine old mother, be healed and made
whole again."
Amber was watching the serpent—
dazed and weary as if with a great
need of sleep. Even the salvos of
shout8 came to him as from a great
distance. To the clangor of the bell
alone he had becor • abnormally sen
most Imperceptible throbbing of the ! tilled with a ruddy glare of torchlight,
hood and the lucessant darting of the a raving rabble of gorg^jusly attired
way
farrell, and at their Journey's end asks
her to "become hla wife. A Hindu con-
ducts Amber to a secret place, and In the
firesence of a beautiful woman who mis-
akes him for Rutton. loiter Amber Is
drugged. The Hindus plot rebellion, and
at Iwibertouche's instigation Amber re-
turns to the woman Naralnl to discover
the secret of the conspiracy. He learns
they would make him their king.
CHAPTER XVIII. (Continued).
Again he failed to answer. Some-
where near him he heard a slight
nolae as of a man moving Impatiently;
and then a whisper: "Respond, thou
fool!"
"Art thou come. O chosen of the
Gateway?" the bell-voice rang.
"I ... I am come," Amber man-
aged to reply.
"Hear ye!" rang the bell. "Hear
ye, O lords and rulers In Medhyama!
O children of y Gateway, hear ye
well! He Is come! He stands upon
the threshold of tho Gateway."
A great drum roared like the crack
of doom; and Amber's Jaw dropped.
Fbr in the high roof of the temple a
■Ix-foot slab had been noiselessly
withdrawn, and through It a cold shaft
of moonlight fell, cutting the gloom
like a gigantic rapier, and smote with
its Immaculate radiance the true
Gateway of Swords.
Not six paces from him it leaped
out of the darkness In an Iridescent
•heen; an arch a scant ten fee.t in
height, and In span double the width
of a big man's shc jlders, woven across
like a weaver's frame with ribbons of
pale fire. But the ribbons were of
steel—steel blades, sharp, bright,
gleaming. With their pommels cun-
ningly affixed so that their points
touchei". and Interlaced, yet swung
free, they lined the piers of the arch
from base to span and all the grace-
ful sweep of the lntrados, a curtain of
shimmering, trembling steel, barring
the way to the mystery beyond. Which
was—darkness.
"O ye swords!" belled the voice.
. . . "O ye swords that have known
no dishonor! O ye swords that have
sung in the grasp of my greatest!
Swords of Jehangar, Akbar, Alamgir!
Swords of Alludln, Humayun, Shah
Jehan! Swords of Tlmur-Iyt-ng, Arung-
teb,' Uao Rutton! . . ."
The Invocation seemed Intermina-
ble. Amber recognized almost every
name noted in the annals and legends
of Hindustan. . . .
"Hearken, O my swords! He, thy
chosen, prayeth for entry! What la
thy welcome?"
One by one the blades began to
shiver, clashing their neighbors, until
the curtain of steel glimmered and
glistened like phosphorescence in a
■ummer sea, and the place was filled
with the music of their contact; and
through their clamor boomed the bell;
"O my chosen!" Amber started and
held himself firmly in hand. "Look
well, look well! Here Is thy portal to
kingship and glory!"
He frowned and took a step forward
as If he would throw himself through
the archway; for he had suddenly re*.
membered with compelling vividness
that Sophia Farrell was to be won
only by that passage. But as he
moved the swords clattered afresh and
swung outwards, presenting a bristle
of points. And he stopped, while the
voice, Ind'fferent and remote as al-
ways, continued to harangue him.
"If thy heart, O my chosen, be clean,
unsullied with fear and guile; if thy
faith be the faith of thy fathers and
thy honor rooted In love ol thy land;
1f thou hast faith In the strength of
thy hands to bold the reins of empire
. . . enter, having no fear."
"Trick-work." he told himself. He
set bis teeth with determination.
-Hope they don't see fit to cut ma to
(pieces on suspicion. Here goes." He
•moved forward wltH a firm step until
Jils bosom all but touched the points.
Instantaneously, with another clash
as of cymbals, the blades were de-
flected and returned to their first po-
sition. closing the way. He hesitated
Then. "That shan't stop me!" he said
through his teeth, and pushed forward, i and turned lu *er rnls< ry. . . . But
lieart In mouth. He breasted the cur- ye failed me. Then my peoples were
Kbits the conches were stilled nnfi j
the echoes ebbed Into a silence that
held sway for many minutes ere again
the bell spoke.
"Stretch forth thy hand."
Somewhat shaken, Amber held out
an open palm before him. Then out
of nothingness something plopped into
Amber's hand and his fingers closed
convulsively about It It was a hand,
very small, small as a child's, gnarled
nd hard as steel and cold as Ice.
Without any forewarning two heavy
hands gripped htm, one on either
shoulder, and he was forced to his
knees. At the same Instant, with a
snapping crackle a spurt 6t blue flame
shot down, from the zenith, and where
It fell with a thunderclap a dazzling
glare of emerald light shot up breast-
high.
To his half blinded eyes It seemed,
for a time, to dance suspended In the
air before him. A vapor swirled up
from It, a thin cloud, luminous. By
degrees he made out Its source, a
small, brazen bowl on a tripod.
In front of him he could Bee noth-
ing beyond the noiselessly wavering
flame. But presently a hand appeared,
as If by magic, above the bowl—a
hani bony, brown and long of finger,
that seemed attached to nothing—and
cast something like a powder Into the
Are. There followed a fizz and puff of
vapor, and a strong and heavy gust of
incense was wafted Into Amber's face.
Again and again the hand appeared,
sprinkling powder In the brazier, un-
til the smoke clouded the atmosphere
with Its fluent, eddying colls.
The goosefleBh that had pricked out
on Amber's skin subsided, and his
qualms went with It. "Greek fire burn-
ing In the bowl," he explained the phe-
nomenon; "and a native with his arm
wrapped to the wrist in black Is feed-
ing It. Not a bad efTect, though."
It was, perhaps, as well that he had
not been deceived, for there 'wan t
horror to come that required all his
strength to face. He became con-
scious that something was mo.'ng be-
tween him and the brazier—something
which he had Incuriously assumed to
be a piece of dirty cloth left there
carelessly. But now he saw It stir,
squirm, and upend, unfolding Itself
and lifting Its head to the leaping
flame; an Immense cobra, sleek end
white as Ivory, Its swelling hood as
large as a man's two bands, with a
binocular mark on It as yellow as topaz
and with vicious eyes glowing like
twin rubles In Its vile little head.
Amber's breath clicked in bis throat
and he shrank back, rising; but this
Instinctive move had been provided
against and before his knees were
fairly off the rocky floor he was foic d
down agnln by the bands on bis shoul-
ders. 'He was unable to take his eyes
from the monster, and though terror
such as man Is heir to lay cold upon
his heart, be did not again attempt to
stir.
There was no sound. Alone and un-
disturbed the bleached viper warmed
to its dance with the pulsing flame,
turning and twisting, weaving and
writhing in Its infernal glare. . . .
"Hear ye, O my peoples!"
Amber jumped. The voice had
seemed to ring out from a point di-
rectly overhead.
He looked up and discovered above
him, vague In the obscurity, the out-
lines of a g'santic bell, hanging mo-
tionless. The green glare, shining on
Its rim and partly Illuminating Its
empty hollow (he saw no clapper) re-
vealed the sbeen of bronze of which
It was fashioned.
Out of Its Immense bowl, the voice
rolled like thunder:
"Hear ye, O my peoples!"
A responsive murmur ascended from
the company round the walls:
"We hear! We hear, O Mt dhyama!"
"Mark well this man, O children of
my Gateway Mark well! Out of ye
all I have chosen h|m to lead thee in
the work of healing; for I thy mother,
1 Medhyama, I Bharuta, I the body
from which ye are sprung, call n>e by
whatever name ye know me—I am laid
low with a great sickness. . . .
Yea. I am stricken and laid low with
a sickness."
In the brazier the flame leaped high
and subsided, and with It the cchra
leaped and sank low upon Its colls.
"I. thine old t> « • • have called ye
together to help In n y healing. Krom
my feet to my head I am eaten with
pestilence; yea, I am devoured and
possessed by the evil. Even of old
was It thus with thy mother; long
since she complained of the Plague
that is Scarlet
. itive; every fiber of his being shud-
dered. responsive to Its weird nuances.
It returned to Its solemn and stately
Intoning.
"Out of ye all have I chosen and
fixed upon one who shall lead ye.
Through his shall my strength be
made manifest, my will be made
known to my peoples. Hla must ye
serve and obey; to him must ye bow
down and be humble. Say, are ye
pleased? Will ye have him, my chil-
dren?"
Without an Instant's delay a cry
of ratification rang to the roof. "Yea,
O our mother! him we will servo and
obey, to him bow down and be
humble."
The voice addressed Itself directly
to the kneeling man. Ho stiffened and
roused.
"Thou hast heard of the honor we
confer upon thee—I Medhyama, thy
forked tongue.
"If he be loyal, then spare him."
The hood did not move Amber's
flesh crawled with unspeakable dread
"If he be faithless, then . .
strike!"
For another moment the cobra
maintained the tensity. Then slowly,
cruel head waving, hood shrinking,
eyes losing their deathly luster, coll
by coll It sank.
A thick murmur ran the round of the
walls, swelling Into an Inarticulate
cry. which beat upon Amber's ears
like the raving of r. ftiroff surf. From
his lips a strangled sob broke, and,
every muscle relaxing, he lurched for-
ward.
Alarmed. In a trice the cobra was up
again, hood distended to the bursting
point, bead swinging so swiftly that
the eyo could not follow It In another
breath would come the final thrust
A firearm exploded behind Amber,
singeing his cheek with Its flame. He
fell over sideways, barely escaping
the head of the cobra, which, with Its
hood blown to tatters, writhed In con-
vulsions. Its malignant tongue strain-
ing forth as If In one last attempt to
reach Ms hand.
A second shot followed tho first and
then a brisk, confused fusillade. Am-
ber heard a man scream out In mortal
agony, and the dull sound of a heavy
body falling near him; but, coincident
with the second report, the brailer had
been overturned and Its light extln
gulshed as If sucked up Into the air.
CHAPTER XIX.
Rutton's Daughter.
In darkness the blacker for tho sud-
den disappearance of the light, some
body stumbled over Amber--stumbled
and swore in good English. The Vir-
ginian sat up, crying out as weakly as
a child: "Ijibertouche!" A voice said:
he
1
"0 My Chosenl"
mother, and these my children, thy
brothers. Ye shall lead and rule In
Bharuta. Are ye ready?"
Half hypnotized, Amber opened his
mouth, but no words came. His chin
dropped to his breast.
"Thy strength must be known to my
peoples; they must see thee put to the
proof thy courage, that they may know
thee to be the man for their. . . .
Ye are ready?"
He was unable to move a finger.
"Stretch out thine arms!"
He shuddered and tried to obey.
The voice rang Imperative.
"Stretch forth thine arms for the
testing'"
Somehow, mechanically, i.e succeed
ed In raising his arms and holding
them rigid before him. Alarmed by
the movement, the cobra turned with
a hiss, waving his poisonous head. But
tbe Virginian made no offer to
draw his hands. His eyes were wide
and staring and his face livid.
A subdued murmur caino from the
men c' :"tered round the idols. In
seml-dai <ness
Tbe bell boomed forth like an organ.
'Thank God!" He felt strong hands
lift him to his feet. Ho clung to him
who had helped him, swaying like a
drunkard, wits a-swlrl In tho brain
thus roughly awakened from seml-
hypnosls.
"Here," said I<abcrtoucbe's voice,
"take my hand and follow. We're In
for It now!"
He caught Amber's hand and
dragged him, yielding and unquestion-
ing, rapidly through a chaotic rush of
unseen bodies.
The firing had electrified the tense-
strung audience. With a pandemo-
nium of shrieks, oaths, shouts, orders
unheard and commands unheeded, a
concerted rush was made from every
quarter to the spot where the doomed
man had been kneeling No man could
have said where ho stood or whither
he ran—save one, perhaps. That one
with- I waB &t Amber's side and had laid his
course beforehand and knew that both
their llveB depended upon his stick-
ing to It without deviation To him a
rush of a hundred fed In a direct
line meant salvation, the least .levla
tlon from It, death.
He was now recovering rapidly and
able to appreciate that they stood a I
"O hooded death. . . . 0 death aul„ lu U|J(J1.,.,.1Bl
who art trained to my service! Thou I chance of winning away; for the
before whom all men stand affrighted j natives were all converging toward the
Thou who canst look Into their h"arts renter of tho cavern, and apparently
and read them as a scroll that Is un none heeded them. Nevertheless I.a
rolled. . . I>ook deep Into the ' tH rtouche, releasing him, put a revoi-
beart of my chosen! Judge If he be | ver )n han(1
"Don't hesitate to shoot If anyone
comes this way!" he said. "I've got to
get this door open and "
He broke off with an ejaculation of
gratitude: for while he had been speak
worthy or wnntlng. Judge If he be false
or true. . . . Judge him, 0 death!"
Before Amber the great serpent was
oscillating like a pendulum. Its little
tongue playing like forked red light
nlng. Its loathsome red eyes holding |rig h), fingers busily groping In the
his own. convolutions of the sculptured pedes-
"Ixxik well, O death, untl Judge taj had encountered what he Might,
him!" i i and now he pulled out an Iron bnr two
The dance of the hooded death I feet or so In length and as thick as
moaned and cried out | changed In character, grew more fren a Roman's wrist. Insert'ng tills In
zled; the white writhing colls melti d a socket, as one familiar with the
Into one another In dizzying confusion; trick, he put his weight upon I
natives In its center. Then the open-
ing received him and ho found himself !
In a black hole of an underground ;
gallery—a place that reeked with lb*
dank odors of the tomb.
Labertouche followed and with the j
aid of a small electric pocket lamp dis-
covered another socket for the 'aver. I
A moment later the slab moved back
Into place. I.abertoucbo chuckled, j
"Come along," he said, and drew ahwid
at a dog-trot
They sped down a passage that
delved at a sharp grade through solid
rock. Now and again It turned and
struck away In another direction.
Oneo they descended or rather fell
down a short, steep flight of steps.
At the bottom Amber stopped.
"Hold on!" he cried.
I.abertouche pulled up Impatiently.
"What's the matter?"
"Sophia—!"
"Trust me, dear boy, and come
along."
It was some time later t'nt Ijibet^
louche extinguished his lamp and
threw a low word of warning over
his shoulder. Synchronously Amber
discerned, far ahead, a faint glow of
yellow light. As they bore down upon
It With unmoderatod speed he could
see that It emanated from a rough-
hew n doorway, opening off tho pas-
sage.
I.ahertonche rushed Amber on
ahead. Stooping, the Virginian en-
tered a small, rude chamber hollowed
out of the rock of Katlapur. A crude
lamp In a bracket furnished all Its llliv
ruination, filling It with a reok of hot
oil. Amber was vaguely aware of tho
figures of two women one standing
In a corner, the other seated dejected-
ly upon a charpoy, her head against
tho wall. As ho lifted his head after
passing under tho low lintel, the wom-
an In the cornor fired at him point-
blank.
Tho Virginian saw tho Jet of flame
spurt from her hand and felt tho bul-
let's Impact upon tho wall behind his
head He flung himself upon her In-
stantly. Tii ro was a moment of furi-
ous struggle, while tho cell echoed
with tho reverberations of the shot
and tbe screaming of the woman on
tho cliarpoy. Tho pistol exploded agnln
aH he grappled with tho would be mur-
deress; tho bullet, passing up his
sleeve, creased hlB left arm as with a
white hot Iron, and tore out through
the cloth on bis shoulder. Ho twisted
brntally the wrist that held tho weap-
on, and the woman dropped It with a
cry of pain.
"You would!" ho cried, and threw
her from him, putting a foot upon the
pistol.
She reeled back against the wall and
crouched there, trembling, her cheeks
on fire, her eyes aflame with rage.
"You dog!" she shrilled In Hindi- and
spat at him like a maddened cat. Then
he recognized her.
"Naralnl!" Ho stepped back In his
surprise, his right band seeking In-
stinctively tho wrist of Ills left, which
was numb with pain.
His change of position left the pistol
unguarded, and the woman swooped
down upon It like a bird of prey; but
before she could get her fingers on Its
grip, Labertouche stepped between
thom, fended her off, and quietly pos-
sessed himself of tho weapon.
"Your pardon, madam," ho said,
gravely.
Naralnl retreated, shaking with fury,
and Amber employed tho respite to
recognize Sophia Farrell In tbe woman
on the charpoy. She was still seated,
prevented from rising by bonds nbout
her wrists and ankles, and though un-
naturally pale, her anguish of fear and
despair hail set Its marks upon her
face without one whit detracting from
tho appeal of her beauty. He went to
her Immediately, and as their eyes
met, hers flamed with Joy, relief and—•
he dared believe a stronger emotion.
"You you're not hurt, Mr. Amber?"
"Not nt all. The bullet went out
through my sleeve. And you?" He
dropped on bis knees, with hla pocket-
knlfe severing tho enda of rope that
bound her.
"I'm all right." She took his hands,
helping herself to rise. "Thank you."
she said, her eyes shilling, a flush of
color suffusing her face with glory
"Did you cut those ropes. Amber?"
Labertouche Interposed curtly
"Yes. Why?"
TI Englishman explained without
turning from his sombre and moroso
regard of Naralnl "Too hail we'll
have to tie this woman up, somehow.
She's a complication I hadn't foreseen.
. . . Here; you'll better leave mo
to attend to her yon anil Miss Farrell.
Go on down the gallery to the lufL
I'll ciitch up with you "
The pistol which he still hold lent
to his demand a sinister significance
of w hich he was, perhaps, thoughtless.
But Sophia Karrell heard, saw and sur-
mised.
"No!" she cried, going swiftly to tho
secret agent. "No!" She put a hand
upon his arm. but he shook It off
"Did you hear me, Amber?" said l.a-
bertoiiche, still watching the (pieen.
"What do you mean to do*" Insist-
ed Sophia. "You can't—yon m tn't—"
"This Is no time for half measures,
j M|ss Farrell," Labertouche told her
water and you have tho trail excuse
that's cnlled bluing.
Always use RED CROSS BALL
BLUIO Tho best blue anywhere at
any price. It does mako the laundress
smile (or a week. Large package 6
oenta AT ALL GOOD GROCERS.
Legitimate Lies.
II r writes, asking If there really
are Uizltlmste lies. Yes, Indeed A
few that >ic.eur to us offhand uro th«
following:
"She Is not at home,"
"It hapie'ied to a friend of mlno."
"Sorry, but I've got in engage-
ment "
"We missed you awfully."—Judge
Those Dear Girls.
Maud I am told I got my good
looks from my mother
Ethel I wouldn't repeat that If
I were you.
Maud Why not?
Ethel People will think your moth
er was stingy
Nothing Mt|ch.
"1 don't know whether I ought to
recognize 111. ■ here In tbe city or not
Our acquaintance at the seashore was
very slight."
"You promised to marry him, did
you not?"
"Yes; but that was all."
Where Ignorance Is Bliss.
"Judging from the way I'uffklns
walks, he seems to be well pleased
with himself."
"Just so. And Puffkins never seems
to realize how much ho stands alone
In that particular."
Gathering Data.
"The object of the average explorer
seems to he to acquire enough mate-
rial for a lecture."
"Yes; that Is my wife's aim when
she explores my pockets."
In Chicago.
"Did her husband die or resign?"
"I believe he meroly failed of re-
election."
Makes for Happiness
"Are they happily mntrled?"
"Very. Ills lodge night falls on her
literary club night."
CnnstilinUnn causes and aggravates many
serious diseases. It is thoroughly cured by
l)r. Pierce's lienwaiil Pellets. The favor-
ite family laxative.
About one man In a hundred can
stand prosperity. Tho other ninety
nlno never have a chance to find out
whether they can or not.
Sore Throat is no trifling ailment. It
will sometimes carry infection to the en-
tire system through the food vou eat.
IiumliiiM Wizard Oil cures More Throat.
And the love of money Is also th«
root of much matrimony and all ali-
mony.
TO ti KR A COLD IN ONK IMY
Takn I.AXA'I'IVK llltii.vo Ouliilnx
liritiTBlMHri'funil muncy If It full* t., niro. M. W.
Gltov Iv'd natura Is on h box.
Some society women are known by
what they watte I heir affections on.
Lewi*' Single Hinder, oxtra quality to
blciio, coHtH more than other 5c cigar*.
Profitable goods are good friends
that we dearly love to part with.
ITHE KEYSTONE j
TO HEALTH
IS
HOSTETTER'S
STOMACH
BITTERS
You can strengthen
the system, keep the
bowclsopen,prevent
Colds and Grippe
by takin^the Bitters.
' hrusqudv. "Our lives bang in the bal-
ance—Mr. Amber's, yours, mlno.
Please go "
(TO HE CON'TINITI'.n.)
What Chance Has He?
Johnny—"Or an dps, do lions go to
heaven?" Orandpa—"No, Johnny."
Johnny—"Well, do ministers?" Grand-
pa—"Why. of course. Why do you
ask?" Johnny—"Well, suppose a lloa
lain and felt It give; the blades ylsld- j weaklings and their hearts all were i figure merged Into figure like smoke. | carved sandstone slab slid back silent- i eats a minister?"—Life
Constipation
Vanishes Forever
Prompt Relief—Permanent Cure
CARTER'S LITTLE
LIVER PILLS never
fail. Purely vegeta-
ble — act surely
but gently on
the liver.
Stop after
d nner dis-
tr< -. cine1
indigestion,
improve the complexion, brighten the eye*
SMA'.l. PILL, SMALL IXteE, SMALL PRICK.
Genuine must be;rr Signature
is cr s~
CARTERS
ITTLE
COUGHS
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Barrow, A. E. The Crowder City Guardian (Crowder, Oklahoma), Vol. 7, No. 15, Ed. 1 Friday, January 5, 1912, newspaper, January 5, 1912; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc274592/m1/3/?q=Quinton: accessed April 25, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.