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THE SCHULENBURG STICKER, SCHULENBURG. TEXAS
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A CROSS, FEVERISH
CHILD IS BILIOUS
OR CONSTIPATED
LOOK, MOTHER! SEE IF TONGUE
18 COATED, BREATH HOT OR
STOMACH SOUR.
•CALIFORNIA SYRUP OF FIGS"
CANT HARM TENDER STOM-
ACH, LIVER, BOWELS.
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Every mother realizes, after giving
her children "California Syrup of
Figs," that this is 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 the little system is full of
cola, throat sore, has stomach-ache, di-
arrhoea, indigestion, colic—remember,
a good "inside cleansing" should al-
ways be the first treatment given.
Millions of mothers keep "California
Syrup of Figs" handy; they know a
teaspoonful today savfes a sick child
to-morrow. Ask your druggist for a
bottle of "California Syrup of Figs,"
which has directions for babies, chil-
dren of all ages and grown-ups printed
on the bottle. Beware of counterfeits
sold here, so don't be fooled. Get the
genuine, made by "California Fig
Syrup Company."—Adv.
, v.
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Dead Called On to Buy Bonds.
During a war loan campaign in a
London suburb, an airplane dropped
3,000 leaflets calling for subscriptions.
Almost the entire 3,000 fell into the
village cemetery, where they covered
the graves and shrubbery like snow-
flakes. Visitors to the cemetery who
picked up the little sheets found them
Inscribed in large letters: "Wake Up
and Buy War Bonds."
A SOFT, VELVETY SKIN
should be the ambition of every wom-
an as there is nothing so attractive
as a fair, smooth skin. Neither soaps
nor powders can give this. Thou-
sands of southern women know from
experience that Tetterine will quickly
rid the skin of its disfiguring pimples
and blotches and give It that bright
dear appearance so much admired.
Tetterine is sold by druggists or sent
by mail for 50c. by Shuptrine Co.,
Savannah, Ga.—Adv.
Logic.
"It seems to me,',' said the almost
philosopher, "that the fellow who is
constantly losing his temper would
have sense enough to quit hunting it
up every time."
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTORIA, that famous old remedy
for infants and children, and see that it
Bears the
Signature of
In Use for Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher's Castoria
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When the Soul *s Hurt.
The most terrific thing in the world
is sin. A man is never hurt until his
soul is hurt, and the only thing thnt
can hurt his soul Is sin.—Plumer.
HEADACHES
This- distressing Ailment should be
relieved at once and save strain on
Nervous System. CAPUDINE gives
quick relief. It's a liquid—Pleasant to
take.—Adv.
Beyond Their Understanding.
It is worse than useless to attempt
to create in the minds of the young
unnatural ideals in which self-sacrifice
and self-repression are the chief at-
tributes of goodness.—Elhi Flagg
Young.
Stomach Trouble® «nd Dysentery
from Drinking Ice Water or from sleeping
sear an open window should be checked immedi-
ately. Get a bottle of GROVE'S BABY BOWHL
MHDICINB, a safe and sore remedy for Rummer
Diarrhoeas. It la Just as effective for Adults as fox
Cblldten.
Here's Your Hat.
President of Company (looking over
the office force)—Why haven't you en
listed. Mr. Yallowt?
Abie-Bodied Slacker—I believe I can
best serve my country at home, sir
President—Don't let me detain you.
then!
AUTHOIL OF
'77/E/&CW 772A/L " a77?££PO/LE&£ " "BEA&T OF THE£WS£T"£K.
CXJPVTU-OrHT, BY HARPER. AND BROTHERS.
X
O'REILLY'S HOPES OF FINDING AND RESCUING ROSA RE-
CEIVE A CRUSHING BLOW
Synopsis.—Don Esteban Varona, rich Cuban planter, hides his
money and jewels and the secret of the hiding place is lost when he
and the only other person who knows it are killed. Donna Isabel, step-
mother of the Varona twins—Esteban and Rosa—searches vainly for
years for thg hidden treasure. Johnny O'Reilly, an American, loves
and is loved by Rosa. Donna Isabel falls to her death in an old well
while walking in her sleep. Esteban's connection with the Cuban
insurreetos is discovered and he and Rosa are forced to iiee. O'Reilly,
in New York on business, gets a letter from Rosa telling of her peril
and he starts for Cuba. Pancho Cueto, faithless manager of the Varona
estates, betrays Esteban and Rosa, leading Colonel Cobo, notorious
Spanish guerrilla, to their hiding place. Esteban, who is absent,
returns just in time to rtescue Rosa.
CHAPTER X—Continued.
'Senor, you are in danger. Tonight,
at midnight, you will be arrested. I
beg of you to see that there is nothing
incriminating in your j&ssession."
O'Reilly's face betrayed his amaze-
ment. "Arrested? What for? On
what charge—"
The stranger shrugged. "I don't
know. That newspaper man will be
arrested at the same moment, so you
had better warn him. But be careful
where and how you do so, for all his
movements are watched, all his words
are overheard."
"Why do you tell me this—you? Is
It some scheme to—to incriminate
me?" O'Reilly inquired.
Manin was leaning over the counter,
his frr-e drawn with anxiety, his lips
framing the same question.
"No!" The lieutenant shook his
head. "I am a friend—^a Cuban, in
spite of this uniform. If you repeat
my words I shall be shot within the
hour. I implore you"—his voice be-
came more urgent—"to heed my warn-
ing. Remember — midnight!" He
bowed, turned to the door, and was
gone.
On the stroke of midnight O'Rejily
was arrested. After a thorough search
of his person and his premises he was
escorted to government headquarters,
where he found Leslie Branch.
The invalid looked taller, thinner,
more bloodless than ever, and his air
of settled gloom admirably became the
situation.
"Hello. What luck?" Johnnie flashed
at him.
"Good!"
An officer sharply commanded him
to be silent.
The prisoners were ordered to stand
side by side, facing their accusers.
Then each in turn was subjected ,to a
rigorous examination. Owing to his
Wright'* Indian Vegetable Pills contain
nothing but vegetable ingredients, which act
gently as & tonic and purgative. Adv.
California is extensively developing
«. 'nach-growlng.
"Tonight, at Midnight, You Will Be Ar-
rested."
acquaintance with Spanish. O'Reilly
was able to defend h'uiself without the-
aid of an interpreter.
; It was evident from the first that
Branch's case was howles*. He read-
ily acknowledged himself to be a news-
paper writer, and admitted having sent
articles for publication through the
mails. This.*was quite enough; from
the pttitude of the nfilitary men it
promised to go hard with him. Judg-
ment for the moment was suspended,
and the two prisoners were led away.
At last O'Reilly was recalled; but
when he re-entered the big room he
found General Antrna awaiting him,
•done.
The general spoke with force and
gravity: "Sir. O'Reilly, 1 believe you
to be a far greater menace to the in-
terests of my country than—well, than
a score of dynamite experts. I believe
you are a writer."
The American smiled. "Are writers
such dangerous people?"
"That altogether depends upon cir-
cumstances. The United States is in-
clined to recognize the belligerency of
these Cuban rebels, and her relations
with Spain are becoming daily more
strained; ill-feeling grows, and all be-
cause of the exaggerations, the men-
dacities, tljat have gone forth from
here to your newspapers. We are de-
termined to put down this uprising
in our own way; we will tolerate no
foreign interference. War is never a
pleasant thing, but you journalists
have magnified Its horrors and mis-
represented the cause of Spain until
you threaten to bring on another and
a more horrible combat. Now, then,
you understand what I mean when I
say that you are more dangerous than
a powder expert; that your pen can
do more injury, can cause the death
of more Spanish troops than could a
regiment of Americans with dynamite.
Your English friend makes no secret
of his business, so we shall escort him
to Neuvitas and see him safely out of
the country, once for all."
"And yet you permit me to remain?"
Johnnie was surprised.
"For the present, yes! That is my
official message to you. Privately,
however"—the speaker eyed O'Reilly
with a disconcerting expression—aI
would like to warn you. You are a
bright fellow, and you have a way with
you—there's no denying it. Under
other conditions it would be a pleas-
ure to know you better. It grieves me,
therefore, to warn you that your fur-
ther stay in Cuba will not. be—pleas-
ant. I almost regret that there is no
conclusive evidence against you; it
would so simplify matters. Come, now,
hadn't you better acknowledge that I
have guessed your secret?"
O'Reilly's perplexitv was changing
to dismay, for it seemed to him he
was being played with; nevertheless,
he shook his head. "I would only be
deceiving you. sir," he said.
General Antuna sighed. "Then I
see embarrassments ahead for both of,
us."
"More arrests?"
"Not necessarily. Understand me, I
speak as one gentleman to another,
but—you must have noticed that Amer-
icans are unpopular with our troops
Eh? They are impulsive, these troop-
ers ; accidents cannot be prevented.
Suppose something should happen to
you? There is the trouble. You came
to Cuba to enjoy its climate; you can-
not be expected to remain indoors. Of
course not. Well! Among our sol-
diers are many new recruits, patriotic,
enthusiastic young fellows, but—care-
less. They are wretchedly unproficient
marksmen, and they haven't learned
the danger of promiscuous rifle fire.
They are forever shooting at things,
merely to score a hit. Would you be
lieve it? Oh, I have to discipline them
frequently. To think of you bein
abroad through the streets, therefore,
worries me intensely. Suppose you
should be found dead some day. Im-
agine my feelings." The speaker's
tone and expression were eloquent of
concern. "How could I fix the respon-
sibility?"
"By having me followed, as usual,
I dare say," O'Reilly said bitterly.
"Oh, you will of course be shadowed
day aniNnight: in fact, to be quite sure
of your——si'ifqty, 1 shall ask yon to
permit one of niv men to accompany
you everywhere ami even lo share your
room. \\Y shall sry never to lose sitrhf
i)l* you. depend upon it. I wish you
could find another climate equally ben-
eficial to your rheumatism. It would
lift a great load from my mind." The
speaker, paused hopefully; that same
sardonic flicker was on his lips.
Johnnie could not summon an an-
swering smile, for his heart was like
lead. lie realized now the utter futil-
ity of resistance; he knew that to
remain in Puerto Principe after this
th'nlv veiled warning would be to
court destruction—and destruction of
n shocking character against which it
would be Impossible to guard. After
a moment of thought he said gravely:
"I appreciate the delicacy of your
consideration, sir, and—I shall go."
General Antuna leaped to his feet,
his grim face alight; striding to
O'Reilly, he pressed his' hands—he
seemed upon the point of embracing
him. "I thank you!" he cried. "You
render me a supreme service. See, I
breathe easy. Permit me to offer you
refreshment—one of our famous Span-
ish wines. No? Then the best cigar
in all Cuba!"
O'Reilly was escorted to the railway
station at daylight. He and Branch
took their seats and their guards filed
in behind them. He cursed savagely;
the memory of these wasted weeks,
the narrow margin of his failure, filled
him with a sick feeling of dismay and
impotence.
In marked contrast to the difficulties
of entering Cuba was the ease of leav-
ing it. A ship was sailing from Neuvi-
tas on the very afternoon when the
two Americans arrived, and they were
hurried aboard. Not until the anchor
was up did their military eseort de-
part from them.
With angry, brooding eyes O'Reilly
watched the white houses along the
water front dwindle away, the man-
grove swamps slip past, and the hills
rise out of their purple haze. When
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"His Name Is Weyler."
the salt breath of the trades came to
his nostrils he turned into his state-
room, and, taking the crate of coco-
nuts with which General Antuna had
thoughtfully provided him, 'he bore it
to the rail and dropped it overboard.
"Rheumatism was a fool disease,
anyhow," he muttered.
• •****•
"Great news!" Esteban Varona an-
nounced one day as he dismounted
after a foraging trip into the Yumuri.
"We met some of Lacret's men and
they told us that Spain has recalled
Captain General Campos. What do
you say to that?"
"Does that mean the end of the
war?" Rosa eagerly inquired.
"Oh, no. They have sent a new man
—he's in Havana now—a dark little
old fellow who never smiles. He has a
long nose and a big chin; he dresses
all in black—a very 'jew-bird' in ap-
pearance, from what I hear. His name
is Weyler—Valeriano Weyler, marquis
of Teneriffe." .
Esteban covertly appraised his sis-
ter's charms, but respecting her terror
of Cobo he did not speak his thoughts.
He was certain, however, that Rosa
knew, as well as he, what motive lay
behind the fellow's tireless persecu-
tions of the ^valley dwellers; for, in
spite of their isolation, stories of Cobo
had reached the refugees—stories that
had rendered both the boy and the girl
sick with apprehension. The colonel,
it seemed, had nearly died of his
machete wound, and ou recovering he
had sworn to exterminate the wasps
that had stung him. He had sworn
other oath^i too, oaths tha£ robbed Es-
teban of his sleep.
Esteban idolized his sister; her loy-
alty to him was the most precious tiling
of his life. Therefore, the thought of
that swarthy ruffian hunting her down
as a hound hangs to the trail of a doe
awoke in him a terrible anger. Sec-
ond only to his hatred for the guerrilla
chief was his bitterness against the
traitor. Pancho Cueto, who had capped
his villainy by setting this new peril
upon them; and since Rosa's safety
and his own honor called for the death
of both men, lie had sworu that some-
how he would effect It. It was, of
course, a difficult matter to get at the
colonel of volunteers, but Cueto still
lived in the midst of his blackened
fields, and It was against him that the
boy was now planning to launch his
first blow.
The thought of the hated Cobo had
momentarily distracted Esteban's
thoughts. Now he collected them and
said:
"Wait! I am forgetting something.
See what Lacret's men handed me;
they are posted from one end of the
Island to the other." He displayed a
printed bnndo, or proclamation, signed
by the new captain general, and reud
as follows:
"All inhabitants of the country dis-
tricts, or those who reside outside the
lines of fortifications of the towns,
shall, within a period of eight days, en-
ter the towns which are occupied by
the troops. Anv individual found, out-
side the lines in tit'" eouii :y at the ex-
piration of this p >: ,n l s!i,<;i be consid-
ered a rebel and shutl be dealt with as
such."
It was that inhuman order of con-
centration. the result of which proved
to be without parallel in military his-
tory—an order which gave its savage
author the name of being the arch-
fiend of a nation reputed peculiarly
cruel. Four hundred thousand Cubans
driven from their homes into shelter-
less prison camps; more than two hun-
dred thousand dead from hunger and
disease; a fruitful land laid bare of ail
that could serve as food, and changed
to an ash-gray desolation; gaunt fam-
ine from Oriente to Pinar del Rio—
that was the sequel to those printed
words of "Weyler the Butcher" which
Esteban read.
"Eight days! When is the time up?"
Rosa inquired.
"Bless you, this is already two weeks
old !" her brother told her.
"Why, then, it means that we'll be
shot if we're caught."
"Exactly! But we sha'n't be caught,
eh? Let the timid ones take fright at
the squeaks of this old blackbird. Let
them go into the cities: we shall have
the more to eat!" Esteban crumpled
the paper in his hand and dropped it.
"Meanwhile I shall proceed toward my
settlement with Pancho Cueto." His
very careless confidence gave Rosa
courage,
CHAPTER XI.
When the World Ran Backward.
Esteban went about his plan of de-
stroying Pancho Cueto with youthful
energy and zest. First he secured, at
some pains, a half-stick of dynamite, a
cap and fuse, and a gallon «.• more of
kerosene; then he assembled his fol-
lowers and led them once again Into
the San Juan.
La Joya was still tenanted when
early In the evening Its rightful owner
arrived; the house and some of its out-
buildings showed lights. Esteban con-
cealed his men. While the horses
cropped and the negroes rested he fit-
ted fuse and cap to his precious piece
of dynamite.
Now while Esteban was thus busied,
Pancho Cueto was entertaining an un-
welcome guest. In the late afternoon
he had been surprised by the visit of a
dozen or more volunteers, and inas-
much as his relations with their colo-
nel had been none of the friendliest
since that ill-starred expedition into
the Yumuri, he had felt a chill of ap-
prehension on seeing the redoubtable
Cobo himself at their head.
The colonel had explained that he
was returning from a trip up the San
Juan, taken for the purpose of round-
ing up those Inhabitants who had been
dilatory in obeying the new orders
from Havana. That smoke to the south-
ward was from fires of his kindling:
he had burned a good many crops and
houses and punished a good many peo-
ple. and since this was exactly the sort
of task he liked he wr.s in no unpleas-
ant mood. He had demanded of Cueto
lodging for himself and his troop, an-
nouncing that a part of his command
was somewhere behind and would re-
join him later In the night.
Cueto had welcomed his visitor In
all humility; he put up the soldiers in
the bate of the sugar mill, and then
installed Cobo in his best room, after
which he ransacked the house for food
and drink and tobacco.
When Cobo finally took himself off
to bed Cueto followed in better spirits
than he had enjoyed for some time.
For one thing, it was agreeable to look
forward to a night of undisturbed re-
pose. Pancho's apprehensions had fat-
tened upon themselves, and 'he had
been living of late in a nightmare of
terror.
But It seemed to him that he had
barely closed his eyes when he was
awakened "oy a tremendous vibration
and found himself in the center of the
floor, undecided whether he had been
hurled from his bed or whether he had
leaped thither. Still in a daze, he heard
a shout from the direction «f Cobo's
room, then a din of other voices, fol-
lowed by a rush of feet; the next in-
stant his door was flung back and he
saw, by the light of high-held torches,
Esteban Varona and a ragged rabble
of black men. Cueto knew that he
faced death. He dodged a blow from
Esteban's clubbed rifle only to behold
the flash of a machete. Crying out
again, he tried to guard himself from
the descending blade, but too late; the
sound of his hoarse terror died in his
throat, half born.
"Quick! Soak the bed with oil and
fire It," Esteban directed; then he ran
out Into the hall lo investigate that
other shouting. He found the chamber
whence it issued and tried to smash
the door; but at the second blow he
heard a gunshot from within and the
wood splintered outward almost into
his face. Simultaneously, from sonje-
where outside the house, arose the
notes of a Spanish bugle-call.
Young Varona waited to hear no
more. Nor did his men; realizing the
peril into which they had been led.
they bolted from the house as fast as
they could go. There was no need for
questions; from the direction of the
sugar mill came bellowed orders and
the sound of men shouting to their
horses. Evidently those were troops—
and trained troops, too, for they took
no time to saddle; they were up and
mounted almost before the marauders
had gained the backs of their own ani-
mals.
instantly there began a blind battle
in desperately cramped quarters.
Riders fought stirrup to stirrup with
clubbed rifles and machetes; saddles
were emptied and the terrified horses
bolted. Some of them lunged up the
banks, only to tumble down again,
their threshing limbs and sharp-shod
hoofs working more havoc than blows
from old-time battle-hammers.
Of course, after the first moment of
conflict. Esteban had not been able to
exert the least control over his men ;
in fact, he could not make himself
heard. Kor could he spare the breath
to shout; he was too desperately en-
gaged. His rifle was empty, he had its
hot barrel in his hands: he dimly dis-
tinguished Asensio wielding his mach-
ete. Then he found himself down
and half stunned. Something smote
him heavily, at last—whether a hoof
or a gun-stock he could not tell- -aad
next he was on al'-fours, trying to drag
himself out of this rat-pit. But his
limbs were queerly rebellious, and he
was sick; he had never experienced
anything quite like this and he thought
he must be wounded. It greatly sur-
prised him to find that he could strug-
gle upward through the brambles, even
though it was hard work. Men were
fighting all around and below him,
meanwhile, and he wondered vaguely
what made them kill one another when
he and his negroes were all dead or
dying. It seemed very strange—of a
piece with the general unreality of
things—and it troubled him not a lit-
tle. One of his arms was useless, he
discovered, and he realized with a curi-
ous shock that it was broken. He was
bleeding, too, from more than one
wound, but he could walk, after a
fashion.
He was inclined to stay and finish
the fight, but he recollected that Rosa
would be waiting for him and that he
must go to her, and so he set out
across the fields, staggering through
the Charred cane stubble. The night
was not so black as it had been, and
this puzzled him until he -saw that the
plantation house was ablaze. Flames
were belching from its windows, cast-*
ing abroad a lurid radiance; and re-
membering Pancho Cueto, Esteban
laughed.
By and by, after he was well away,
his numbness passed and he began to
suffer excruciating pain. The pain had
been there all the time, so it seemed;
he was simply gaining the capacity to
feel it. He was ready to die now, he
was so ill; moreover, his left arm
dangled and got in his way. Only that
subconscious realization of the neces-
sity to keep going for Rosa's sake sus-
tained him..
Daylight came at last to show him
his way. More than once he paused,
alarmed, at voices in the woods, only
to find that the sounds issued from his
own throat.
It had grown very hot now, so hot
that heat-waves obscured his vision
and caused the most absurd forms to
take shape. He began to hunt aimless-
ly for water, but there was none. Evi-
dently this heat had parched the land,
dried up the streams, and set the
stones afire. It was incredible, but
true.
Esteban reasoned that he must be
near home by this time, for he had
been traveling for days—for yeara, The
country, indeed, was altogether unfa
miliar; he could not recall ever having
seen the path he trod, but for that mat-
ter everything was strange. In the
first place he knew that he was going
west, and yet the morning sun persisted
in beating hotly Into his face! That
alone convinced him that things had
gone awry with the world. Be could
remember a great convulsion of some
sort, but just what it was he had no
clear idea! Evidently, though, it had
been sufficient to change the rotation
of the earth. Yes, that was it; the
earth was running backward upon its
axis; he could actually feel it whirling
under his feet. No wonder his journey
seemed so long. He was laboring over
a gigantic treadmill, balancing like an
equilibrist upon a revolving sphere.
Well, it was a simple matter to stop
walking, sit down, and allow himself
GIRLS! USE LEMONS
FOR SUNBURN, TAN
Try Itl Make this lemon lotion
to whiten your tanned or
freckled skin.
Squeeze the juice of two lemoiis in-
to a bottle containing three ounces of
Orchard White, shake well, and you
have a quarter pint of the best freckle,
sunburn and tan lotion, and complex-
ion whitener, at very, very small cost.
Your grocer has the lemons and any
drug store or toilet counter will supply
three ounces of Orchard White, for a
few cents. Massage this sweetly fra-
grant lotion into the face, neck, arms
and hands and see how quickly the
freckles, sunburn, windburn and tan
disappear and how clear,* soft and
white the skin becomes. Yes! It is
harmless.—Adv.
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They Bolted From the House as Fast
as They Could Go.
to be spun backward around to the
place where Rosa was waiting. He
pondered this idea for some time, un-
til its absurdity became apparent. Dn
doubtedly he must be going out of his
head; he saw that it was necessary to
keep walking uutil the back-spin of
that treadmill brought Rosa td him.
Rosa and her faithful com-
panion:, facing starvation, obey
the Spanish concentration order,
ignorant of the greater priva-
tions that await them in the ter-
rible refugee camp. Don't miss
the next installment.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Not Militarized Yet.
"We were riding along a wooded
road," the major related. "I saw my
Intelligence officer intently studying
the landscape. That pleased me. 1
said to myself, 'He's getting observant,
I'll make a damn good soldier of him
yet.' Then it occurred to me to check
up on the facts. So I asked him what
he was thinking about. ' | |
"He pointed up to the festoons of
mistletoe that draped the road and
grinned.
" 'Golly,' he sighed, 'if I only had
my little Mary here in an old-fash-
ioned .country buggy.'"
i
£ fife!
DOCTOR
AN
Instead I took Lydia E. Pink-
ham's Vegetable Compound
and Was Cured.
in
Baltimore, McL—"Nearly four year?
I suffered from organic troubles, ner-
vousness and head-
aches and eve
month would
stay in bed most
the time. Treat-
ments would relieve
me for a time but
my doctor was al-
ways urging me to
have an operation.
My sister asked me
try Lydia E. Pink-
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Compound before
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five bottles of
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work is apleasure. I tell all my
who have any trouble of this1
Pinkham's V«
ror me.
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more, Md.
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