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THE CANADIAN VALLEY NEWS, JONES CITY, OKLA.
V
The League of Lost Causes
Being the Romantic Adrenture* of
By H. M. EGBERT
Pad Lane, American Millionaire
How the Kaiser Went to Paris
(Copyright. 1913. by W. G. Ch&oman.)
HOSEN for his position, his
taciturnity and his discre-
i
I r
tion, Lord Claude occupied
the post of secretary to
what might fairly be call-
ed the most exalted club
in Europe. A young man,
barely turned thirty, after
a brilliant career at Ox-
ford, he had declined the
honors that might legitimately havo
been his, and had chosen instead
to wander from court to court
among the highways of Europe.
Wherever he went he made friends.
He was one of thoBe silent Treshams
who have played and still play so large
a part behind the noisy politicians in
whose control the destinies of Europe
are supposed to lie. At present, how-
ever, he was engaged in a wider
sphere of operations than the field of
English politics allowed. He was sec-
retary to what was nicknamed among
its exalted members the “Black Cab-
inet”—more familiarly, the “Blacks."
Rumor ascribed to * the aged em-
peror of Austria, Franz Joseph, the
formulation of this unique conception
of a club of reigning inonarchs. Cer-
tainly the proposition, whoever had
propounded it, was taken up with alac-
rity. In these days of democracy
kings must preserve the dignities of
their order, even if it necessitates the
formation of a royal trades union.
What more fitting, then, than that the
club should be inaugurated in Paris,
where kings and emperors love to
spend their holidays, far from* the
cares of state and pomp of power?
Most of the ruling sovereigns, and
not a few prospective or deposed ones,
were members of the club, but not all
were of the first order. The “Blacks,”
in fact, comprised a limited number
of the graver rulers, who were pledged
to diverse things, but mainly to stand
by one another and discountenance
the spread of republican doctrines, to
preserve the peace of Europe, and to
act together in case that peace w’ere
menaced by the ambitions of the
smaller, restless kings. The club was.
theoretically, always in session, though
It had no fixed meeting place. Lord
Claude Tresham was traveling secre-
tary, and carried the minutes of the
meetings under his hat. The leaders
of the "Blacks" were: Franz Joseph
of Austria, Gustav of Sweden, George
of England. Victor of Italy, George of
Greece, Charles of Roumania and Haa-
kon of Norway. “Outside" members,
who were looked on with a certain
suspicion, on account of their spirit
of adventure and recklessness, though
they were nominally o' the club, were
the czar, the kaiser and Ferdinand of
Bulgaria.
Given the black, the red must be
created if it does not exist. The
“Reds" were not members, but it was
understood that they, too, were
pledged to support each other in their
various schemes. They comprised Al-
fonso of Spain, ex-King Manuel of
Portugal, Peter of Servia, Nicholas of
Montenegro and a number of leading
statesmen, pledged in the main to
overthrow democracy and the consti-
tutional monarchies and to revive the
spirit of absolutism in Europe. But
for their support of Polish ambitions
trtiey might have numbered the waver-
ing Czar Nicholas among their mem-
bers. They were represented in west-
ern Europe by Jean Rosny of Paris,
and it was to him that Paul Lane.
American millionaire and would-be ad-
venturer of fortune, made his reports.
The successful issue of his Moroc-
can mission had given Paul the hope
that admission to the secret councils
of the “Reds" might be his. that the
mysterious woman whose urging had
Induced him to devote himself and his
fortunes to the League of Lost Causes
would again be seen by him, would re-
veal her identity and let him plead his
love. That she was in high rank
among the ancient families of Eu-
rope he w'as aware, that she scorned
him as a mere moneyed American he
suspected. But the memory of her
burned in his heart like an inextin-
guishable fire, and the impossibility
of even gaining audience with her em-
bittered him. In his despondency he
broached the subject to Jean Rosny
•new.
The latter looked at him quizzical-
ly
"Paul, you are impatient," he said.
“Tell me one thing; did you ally your-
self with us in the hope pf gaining
your lady’s affections, or out of sym-
pathy with our cause?"
“It was because I believed in the
cause." said Paul somberly. “But,"
he added naively, “undoubtedly it was
the charming personality of Mademoi-
selle—"
"Yes, of Mademoiselle," answered
Rosny dryly.
“Let us call her that, then," Paul
Lane responded. "It was that which
had a hading influence upon my deci-
sion. Rosny, my money is indispensa-
ble to the league. You have admitted
aR much to me. Then why—”
“Why should you be debarred from
meeting Mademoiselle again? Why.
is it not enough, Paul, to know that
she watches you. that she approves of
your work, to1 feel that some day you
shall assuredly meet her again? My
dear Paul, trust yourself to us, with
the knowledge that by each success
you hasten the day when all that you
desire will be revealed to you, and
when you will be admitted into the
inner circles of the league. Now lis-
ten well, my friend. We have need of
you again."
And he unrolled the plan which
brought about this situation: that,
while Lord Tresham gave to Monsieur
Gabriel, the restaurant keeper, his
last instructions as to the menu for a
certain banquet, Paul, in the guise of
a waiter, stood patiently by, napkin in
hand, and a very clean white tie re-
posing on an immaculate, stiff shirt
frpnt.
There wwe six places at the table
and five men, four of them kings, wait-
ed gravely for the last to arrive. They
had shaken off the gayety that is so
contagious in Paris, for the occasion
was a momentous one. If he should
not arrive!
"I know he will not come,” said the
Greek sovereign, playing with his
bread. "He could not hope to escape
recognition with those confounded
Yankee journalists tagging him every-
where that he goes."
“I think he will come,” said Haa-
kon. “Did you ever know him to re-
fuse an opportunity for such an adven-
ture?"
"Yes, he’ll come." answered Lord
Claude. “Unfortunately—because—’’
The door opened and Monsieur
Gabriel bowed to the floor like a fat
angel of the Annunciation. And close
behind him strode a tall, kingly figure,
clad In a voluminous robe, which he
threw into Monsieur Gabriel’s arms,
disclosing the personality of the kais-
er himself.
His four brother sovereigns rose si-
multaneously and embraced him.
They joked and chaffed with one an-
other throughout the meal, the kais-
er’s presence lending an atmosphere
of supreme good-fellowship to the pro-
ceedings. Lord Claude, impassive and
inscrutable as he was, unbent at the
kaiser's charming raillery. The meal
was nearly ended before Haakon re-
membered something.
"By the way, Tresham," he said,
“why did you remark that his majesty
would come ‘unfortunately?’ That
was the very word, I believe. Come,
speak up and tell us.”
“That," answered Tresham, "will
form part of the subsequent proceed-
ings of the club. The meeting," he
added, looking at his watch, “will not
begin till nine. It is now twenty min-
utes short of the hour."
The cloth was removed, walnuts
were placed beside the port, in accord-
ance with Monsieur Gabriel's immemo-
rial custom, and the guests relaxed
themselves in their chairs. The clock
struck nine. Monsieur Gabriel, bow-
ing low, dismissed himself to a chorus
of compliments.
"Go now, mademoiselles," he said to
the pretty waitresses. “Go, monsieur.”
he added to Paul. The latter moved
with the girls toward the exit ^behind
the curtain. His mission was in the
making—ten minutes more and—
Then Lord Claude Tresham stood
up in his chair.
“One moment, please," he said.
“Monsieur Gabriel, where did you get
these ladies?"
“These ladles, monsieur, as you are
pleased to call them, are experienced
waitresses and highly recommended,"
answered the proprietor, smiling.
"Mademoiselle Armine, here, served
with the family of the Due de Berry
for three years. Mademoiselle Nan-
nette grew up, as I may say, with the
family of the Due de Nemours. Her
references are irreproachable.”
“Enough," said Tresham. "You and
Mademoiselle Armine may retire
through the door. Mademoiselle Nan-
nette remains; 6he wishes to speak
w ith us."
"Gentlemen," he said, "you have
wished to know why I referred to the
visit of his majesty, the German em-
peror, as ‘unfortunate.’ We need have
no secrets here. Our cards are all
on the table. Your majesties, permit
me to present Miss Nancy Shand."
The rulers inclined their heads
gravely. "A friend of yours, Lord
Tresham?" inclined the Greek sover-
eign blandly.
“No," answered Lord Claude curtly.
“One of your confounded Yankee jour-
nalists, and the cleverest in Europe
at the present day."
“The devil!” shouted the Greek
king, springing up in his chair and
then collapsing with an apologetic
air. "Well, the fat’s in the fire now,”
he muttered.
“Miss Shand." said Lord Tresham,
addressing the very composed young
lady, "you are here tonight because,
by a stroke of good fortune, you have
learned of the existence and meeting
of our club.
“You are well aware of what I dis-
covered an hour before the dinner,
that a conspiracy has been formed
against his majesty, the kaiser, in the
interests of two gentlemen—his maj-
esty, King Peter of Servia and his
highness, Prince Nicholas of Montene-
gro Am I correct?"
“I am not at liberty to give out ad-
vance information," Miss Nancy an-
swered.
"But since you know more than I,
Miss Shand—or else you would not
have been here—I will be frank with
you. King Peter and Prince Nicholas
have resolved to make a sudden at-
tack on Turkey—pray, sir, be seated
and have patience for a moment They
learned that his majesty, the German
emperor, intended to visit France.
They planned to detain him here for
four and twenty hours, confident that,
in his absence, none would have cour-
age enough to veto their intentions.
And, once the war had begun, all Eu-
rope would be aflame, and they would
pull some fine plums out of the pud-
ding."
Suddenly the door w’as burst open
and Monsieur Gabriel appeared on the
threshold, livid with fear. “Gentle-
men, your majesties—’’ he stam-
mered; and then Lord Claude took in
the situation. He ran toward the door,
followed by the rest. They were too
late. ^ Advancing toward them came a
file o’f six infantrymen, headed by a
young lieutenant, who stopped six
paces distant and motioned them
back.
“Gentlemen." he said, “you are un-
der arrest on the charge of conspiring
against the French republic. You
must come with me at once. Shall I
read the warrant?"
The sovereigns looked at one anoth-
er aghast. Arrest in Paris was no
joke, even though the charges must
and the great "story" of the year half
written in her brain. Miss Nancy
Shand was always on the spot when
news was in the making.
Motioning to both to precede him.
Paul pulled back the sliding panel
into position Just as the lieutenant, be-
coming aware of the flight of some
members of the party, dashed into the
dining-room—to see only the furni-
ture and the walls.
Black darkness confronted them,
but Paul had learned the way before
that night. He urged his charges down
the narrow stairs until they found
themselves, at a turn of the path, in
a large, dimly-lit chamber of stone,
with a stone door. Round this apart-
ment were ranged enormous tuns, in
which Monsieur Gabriel stored his
choice Burgundy from the Midi. Paul
closed the door behind him—it had no
key. Then he turned on his guests.
"You majesty,” he said, “I owe you a
thousand apologies. But I can save
you. There is only one way out of
your dilemma, and not a dignified one.
Still—"
He walked toward the nearest wine
tun and turned the spigot, and a rich
crimson flood began to stain the
stone of the floor. The next was
Paul calmly seized her round the
waist and drew her toward the tun.
She screamed. Overhead the tramp-
ling of feet was heard. voiceB came
faintly to their ears. Theu Paul Lane
quietly deposited Miss Shand Inside
the vacant tun adjoining royal Ger-
many.
He placed his lips to the bunghole.
“I shall have to cork you up, mad-
am." he said, “since you persist in
screaming. But don’t be alarmed. In
five minutes you shall be free to
breathe through the bung-hole once
more."
He placed the cork in place as the
soldiers ran down the stairs and came
bursting into the room.
“Here's one of them," shouted the
officer in charge. “Where are the rest
of you? Why—it’s the waiter!"
Indeed Paul Lane looked the charac-
ter to perfection at that moment as he
flung himself at the officer's feet
"Spare me—spare my life!” he
pleaded.
“To the devil with your miserable
life! Where is Bulgini, the leader of
the dynamiters?" cried the officer.
“I do not know, monsieur," Paul
whined. “They threatened me and I
ran away through the secret panel.
/
~ 1 r
He pushed it Wk,
disclosing a narrow
flight of .stairs.
fall and their release be effected im-
mediately after they had reached the
station house and held a confidential
discussion with the sergeant in charge.
But the kaiser—the kaiser, arrested in
Paris!
But the monarchs’ dismay was fully
equaled by that of Paul, who, still at-
tired in waiter’s garb, lingered by the
curtain. So far he had fulfilled his in-
structions admirably. It was neces-
sary, as Lord Tresham had said, that
the kaiser should be detained in
France, while Peter and Nicholas of
Montenegro carried out their schemes
of aggrandizement. *
Paul sized up the situation before
Tresham could put his wits together.
The kings still clustered at the en-
trance to the dining-room; the officer
was still fumbling with his papers.
He sprang from behind the curtain
and seized the kaiser by the arm,
dashed back v/ith him Into the dining-
room and ran to a sliding panel be-
hind the big fireplace, a remnant of
the stirring days of the thirties, when
the last Bourbon reigned on his un-
easy throne and conspiracy was rife
in Paris. He pushed it back, disclos-
ing a narrow flight of stairs. At the
head he hesitated. The woman jour-
nalist, who, all unsuspected by him,
had also been present at the ban-
quet!—if she escaped she would re-
veal the story as Ix>rd Tresham had
told it to her. and his efforts would be
useless. He must make her a captive
as well as his majesty. And as he
turned he uttered an exclamation of
surprise, for there stood she beside
them, her eyes alight with eagerness.
►empty, and the next also. Drawing
! himself backward, he shot his fist
| with all bis might. The blow shat-
I tered the head of the tun into two
i pieces. Another blow’ did likewise to
! die second tun. Paul Lane removed
j the heads and returned, rubbing his
injured knuckles.
“Sir,” he said, "there is but one
thing to be done. You must conceal
yourself awhile from your enemies."
“But the police!” the kaiser shouted.
“The soldiers! Can such an outrage
be perpetrated in the heart of Paris?"
“No, sir," said Paul. “It would mean
only a temporary detention. But every
hour's delay is likely to be fatal to
your aims. Besides, there are Jour-
nalists attached to all police stations."
And Miss Shand smiled.
“If I were armed—■" the kaiser
shouted.
“Your majesty, time is very pre-
cious." said Paul, and led the kaiser
toward the tun. “If you will deign to
place your royal foot in my hand," he
said. And a moment later the kaiser
had crawled inside. “Place your lips
against the bunghole, to get the air,"
said Paul, and fitted on the head.
Fixed as it was, it could be dislodged
only from the outside. He turned to
• he American girl. “Now, Miss
Nancy,” he said.
This was a proposition entirely new.
“You want me—me—to go inside
that tun!" exclaimed Miss Shand in-
dignantly.
Paul nodded and approached her.
"I won’t!" Miss Nancy cried, stamp
ing her foot indignantly. “Haw dare
y«ul—Oh! Monster!"
Ah, he was terrible, that brigand Bul-
gini; his very mustaches seemed to
bristle."
From somewhere, very far away,
the very faintest knocking came, and
the faintest of cries. Paul Lane seized
the lieutenant by the arm.
"They must bo above, in the floor
ing,” he cried. “Ah, that loose plank
that sqeaked. I will get them, mon-
sieur, 1 will—"
“Come on, men!" shouted the of-
ficer, and darted out of the cellar and
up the stairs. Paul followed leisurely.
Thus it came about that their maj-
esties of Sweden, Norway, Greece and
Roumania made their appearance in
the central police station of Paris
And in a short while they were re-
leased with the most abject apologies.
The secret was kept, for, by a miracle
of luck, there were no reporters pres-
ent.
But when the news was telegraphed
in several ciphers to the capitals of
Europe that same night and no word
came of the kaiser, it is reported that
Bethmunu-Hollweg tore his hair and
drafted a dozen different letters of res-
ignation. Meanwhile Servia and Mon
tenegro dispatched an ultimatum to
Constantinople to demand certain ad-
vantages, and there was none to rat-
tle the war sword on behalf of Islam
—for the Lord of the Sword was miss-
ing.
And here is the dilemma that
confronted Paul as he strolled
a free man, through the streets
of Paris. He had accomplished
his end; he had bottled up—
literally, almost—the kaiser and that
babbling reporter. If he left them for
four and twenty ^ours war would
break out and his enterprise succeed.
But then—the thought came to him
with hideous meaning as he ap-
proached the door of his residence—
he had left the cork in the bung-hole
of the barrel in which Miss Nancy
lay!
He must release her. To uncork the
barrel would mean that her screams
would bring aid to her. He must free
her—and so the kaiser, too. The fate
of Europe rested with this obscure
Yankee girl, buried inside a tun. It
has hung on more trivial things.
It was midnight when Paul got back
to Gabriel's, and the frightened pro-
prietor stared at him as he entered,
and throwing up his hands, vanished
like an apoplectic angel into the re-
cesses of his house. Paul entered the
w ine cellar, and. as he passed through
the door, cried loudly in dismay.
There was not a tun or barrel in the
place. He saw a bare cellar, with
bare, whitewashed walls and the
marks of muddy shoes around the en-
trance—no more. He ran back at full
speed and hammered upon the door
of Monsieur Gabriel’s apartment on
the first story.
“Open, open!" he shouted, "or I
break it in. Open, Monsieur Gabriel!
1 shall not hurt you!"
At last the bolt shot back and the
proprietor appeared, livid, shaking
with terror. He fell on his knees. He
did not recognize the waiter in this
peremptory visitor.
"Ah. forgive me, forgive me," he ex-
claimed, almost distraught. "I knew
nothing of this. Oh, monsieur—!"
He groveled upon the floor, incapa-
ble of further utterance. Paul raised
him, not ungently.
"Monsieur Gabriel, where are the
tuns that were in your cellar?" he
asked.
“The tuns, monsieur? The tuns?"
babbled the Frenchman. “Ah, yea,
the tuns, of course, the tuns. Why,
monsieur, this is the night which falls
each quarter when the vans collect
them for shipping back to the south
of France. Tomorrow my new tuns
arrive. They were all empty, mon-
sieur, even the last of them, for some-
body had turned the spigot and spilled
the wine—”
“You ass." said Paul; "when were
they collected?’’
“Half an hour since, monsieur. I
was distraught; I watched the men
like a madman; I could say nothing.
My beautiful wine, all spilled, and—"
“Where have they gone?"
"To the Southern station, monsieur.
All tuns go thither, to be shipped back
to the wine-growers each quarter.
Doubtless all Paris is yielding up
tuns this night There is a special
train, monsieur, which starts in the
morning, and—"
Paul thrust Monsieur Gabriel from
him and rushed out into the street
He hailed a passing fiacre and ordered
the man to drive to the terminal sta-
tion of the Southern railway. Arrived
there, he tossed the man a louis and
rushed into the freight yard. There
were thousands of tuns, piled up,
rolled into heaps which every now
and then collapsed, like topheavy pyra-
mids, and tumbled over other tuns,
sending dozens of them skipping and
rolling in every direction. And at
each gate wagons and vans were dis-
charging tuns and barrels of every
sort and size. Paul stared in dismay
at this fearful panorama. Among
those thousands, which tun held Ger-
many’s ruler and which the woman
spy? He could never find either.
He staggered like a drunken man
around the yards. At the gates por-
ters were joking and chatting with
drivers as the hideous tuns were un-
loaded and sent crashing upon the
tops of others. From their battered
sides thin drops of wine stained the
ground like blood. Which one? Dear
God, which one?
Stay! There was a song. For had
not His Majesty composed a famous
song, the “Song to Aegir," which had
been satirized and ridiculed and ad
mired throughout all Germany and
Europe, too?
Paul Lane began to hum that song.
Presently, as he threaded his way
among the maze of tuns, it occurred
to him that the barrels from Gabriel’s
having been collected only recently,
would of necessity be on the out-
skirts nearest the gates. This thought
gave him new hope. He picked his
way thither and began singing again.
And at last, just as he had abandoned
hope, he heard the faintest answer.
He stopped, hardly daring to hope.
[He sang loudly. Now he could dis-
tinguish the tun from which the voice
proceeded. He listened; it was the
answer. It was the “Song to Aegir,”
and sung under circumstances such as
its royal composer had never in his
wildest dreams imagined.
Paul went toward that end of the
barrel where he knew the Kaiser's
|feet must be. He swung his arm back
and his fist forward. An instant later
he was helping Germany’s ruler out
Uf his hiding place.
|And both gasped:
“The woman!"
The second barrel must lie near the
first. Paul half lifted and tested
(them. Light—light—light—ha! this
one must hold all that was left of her.
(Again he swung his fist and the bar-
rel head burst asunder. And out of
It scrambled, very flushed and in-
dignant and hopelessly in disarray,
|Miss Nancy Shand.
You are alive." gasped Paul. “But
mow—how did you breathe? I thought
corked the bung-hole."
idiot!" sobbed Miss Nancy, “didn't
[you ever hear of a hairpin?"
|That is how Germany got back her
Hovereign in time to stay the war
They Ray Prince Nicholas received
his kingship in place of his prince-
dom, for staying his hand That is dis-
puted. but it is certain that Paul T^ane
possesses the Order of the Black
Eagle.
DIZZY, HEADtDHY,
SHAKCW
Gently cleanse your liver and
sluggish bowels while
you sleep.
Get a 10-cent box.
Sick headache, biliousness, dizzi-
ness, coated tongue, foul taste and foul
breath—always ^ace them to torpid
liver; delayed, fermenting food in the
bowels or sour, gassy stomach.
Poisonous matter clogged In the In-
testines, instead of being cast out
of the system is re-absorbed Into the
blood. When this poison reaches the
delicate brain tissue it causes con-
gestion and that dull, throbbing, sick-
ening headache.
Cascarets immediately cleanse the
stomach, remove the sour, undigested
food and foul gases, take the excess
bile from the Uver and carry out all
the constipated waste matter and
poisons in the bowels.
A Cascaret to-night will surely
straighten you out by morning. They
work while you deep—a 10-cent box
from your druggist means your head
clear, stomach sweet and your liver
and bowels regular for months. Adv.
Father's Neat Rebuke.
This Is a story told of an old Evan-
I gelical clergyman who had a son in
| orders. The young man became a
full-blown Ritualist. On one ocasion
j the father paid a visit to his son.
] who asked him to preach in his
I church. For some time the old man
j refused, but pressed to do so, he at
length consented, and chose the text,
I “Lord, have mercy upon my son, fet
i he is a lunatic."
GRANDMA USED SAGE TEA
TO DARKEN HER GRAY HAIR
She Made Up a Mixture of Sage Tea
and Sulphur to Bring Back Color,
Gloss, Thickness.
| Almost everyone knows that Sag*
j Tea and Sulphur, properly compound-
ed, brings back the natural color and
lustre to the hair when faded, streaked
or gray; also ends dandruff, itching
scalp and stops falling hair. Years
ago the only way to get this mixture
was to make it at home, which is
mussy and troublesome. Nowadays,
by asking at any store for “Wyeth’s
Sage and Sulphur Hair Remedy," you
will get a large bottle of this famous
old recipe for about f>0 cents.
Don’t stay gray! T^y it! No one
can possibly tell that you darkened
your hair, as it does it so naturally
and evenly. You dampen a sponge or
soft brush wirt* -it and draw this
through your hair, taking one Bmall
strand at a time; by morning the gray
hair disappears, and after another ap-
plication or two, your hair becomes
beautifully dark, thick and glossy. Adv.
His Species.
"So that stock broker speculator
over there is a Massachusetts man?"
"Yes; Boston bull.”
Don’t buy water for bluing. Liquid blue ts
almoRtall water. Huy Ked Cross Hall Blue,
the blue that’s ail blue. Adv.
A poor barber and dull razor
j generally manage to puli together.
DOCTORS DID
NOT HELP HER
But Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg-
etable Compound Restored
Mr*. LeClear’s Health—
Her Own Statement
Detroit, Mich. —“1 am glad to die-
cover a remedy that relieves me from
my suffering and
pains. For two year*
I suffered bearing
down pains and got
all run down. 1 was
under a nervous
strain and could not
sleep at night I
went to doctors here
in the city but they
did not do me any
good.
4 Seeing Lydia E.
I’inkham’s Vegetable Compound adver-
tised, I tried it My health improved
wonderfully and I am now quite well
again. No woman suffering from fe-
male ills Will regret it if she takes this
medicine."—Mrs. Jamls G. LeCleail.
836 Hunt St, Detroit, Mich.
Another Case.
Philadelphia, Pa. —“Lydia E. Pink-
ham's Vegetable Compound is all you
claim it to be. About two or three
days before my periods I would get bad
backaches, then pains in right and left
sides, and my head would ache. I called
the doctor and he said I had organic in-
flammation. I went to him for a while but
did not get well so I took Lydia EhPink-
ham's Vegetable Compound. After tak-
ing two bottles I was relieved and finally
my troubles left me. I married and *
have two little girls. I have had no re-
turn of the old troubles. ”—Mrs. Chas.
Boell, 2650 S. Chadwick St, Phila.,Pa.
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Keyes, Chester A. The Canadian Valley News. (Jones City, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, October 31, 1913, newspaper, October 31, 1913; Jones, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc859836/m1/3/?q=virtual+music+rare+book: accessed June 11, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.