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My Lady
if Doubt
By Randall Parrish
author of "loom undmr
firm," "my lmdy of thm
north" mini othmr mtorimo
illustrations by
henry thiede
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OonrrlaUt, A. C. MoUlury * (Jo, LULL.
8YNOP3I3.
Major Lawrence, ton of Judge Law-
fence of Virginia, whose wife was a Lee,
Is sent on a perilous mission by Gen.
Washington. Just after the winter at Val-
ley Forge. Disguised In a British uni-
form Lawrence arrives within the enemy's
lines. The Major attends a great fete
•and saves the "Lady of the Blended
Rose" from mob. He later meets the girl
at a brilliant ball. Trouble Is started
over a waltz, and Lawrence Is urged by
his partner, Mistress Mortimer (The Lady
■of the Blended Rose), to mako his escape.
Lawrence is detected as a spy by Captain
•Om nt of the British Army, who agrees
to a duel. The duel Is stopped by Grant's
friends and the spy makes a dash for
liberty, swimming a river following a nar-
row escape. The Major arrives at the
fbop of a blacksmith, who Is friendly, and
£nows the Lady of the Blended Rose.
smith shop In vain for the spy. Law-
rence Joins the minute men. Grant and
his train are captured by the minute men.
Lawrence Is made prisoner by an Indian
■and two white men. who lock him In a
strong cell. Peter advises Lawrence not
to attempt to escape as "some one
would send for him. Grant's appearance
adds mystery to the combination of cir-
cumstances. Lawrence again meets the
Lady of the Blendld Rose, who Informs
him that he Is In her houBe; and that she
was In command of the party that cap-
tured him. TJje captive Is thrust Into a
dark underground chamber,wlien Captain
GraAt begins a search of the premises.
Aft«* digging his way out. Lawrence
flndf the platif deserted. Evidence of a
battle and a <S d man across tlis thres-
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CHAPTKIt XVII.—Continued.
I stepped across the pile of things
to the window, glancing out at the
■till smouldering ruins of the stable.
Whatever had occurred, neither the
lady nor Peter remained about the
house. Of this I was satisfied, yet
■with the realization there came a sud-
den comprehension of my own help-
lessness to* be of any aid.
From the window where 1 stood not
a house was visible. Just beyond the
orchard the roads forked, a well-trav-
eled branch circling to the left, and
disappearing over the edge of a hill.
As I traced It with my eyes a con
elderable body of mounted men sud-
denly appeared on the summit. With
out fear that they could see me at that
distance I watched eagerly as they
trotted down the^ long slope. They
were plainly a squadron of British
Dragoons, their arms and cross-belts
chining in the sun, in spite of the dust
kicked up by their horses' hoofs.
1 waited until convinced they were
coming to the house, before drawing
back out of sight It was difficult to
decide what was best for me to do.
Should I wait, trusting to my rough
clothing, and pass myself off as a coun-
tryman, or take advantage of the brief
time left in which to escape? If I
essayed the first choice I could ex-
plain the situation, and start these
troopers on the trail; If not they might
fall to understand and ride on thought-
lessly. What such a body of mounted
men were doing in the neighborhood
1 could merely guess at—either they
were riding through to New York on
«ome matter of importance, or else bad
been sent out hurriedly to discover
what had become of Delavan's fora-
gers. This supposition was the more
likely, and they had taken the wrong
road, thus missing Orant and his men
In the darkness.
The mutt have cut through the or-
chard, leaping the low fence, for I
heard the thud of hoofs even as I
drew back into the upper hall. Then
voice gave a sharp command.
"Circl4 the men about* the house,
8immons. There is something wrong
bere, and I saw a fellow at that upper
window as we came down Ihe hilL
Move quick, now!"
I must face them, and went forward
to the head of the stairs, anticipating
an easy explanation of my presence
wltbin. Already quite a squad was in-
side the front door bending over the
bodies and staring about curiously.
"Pine Robbers, eh, colonel?" said
one contemptuously. "Tharfellow has
cutthroat written all over him. Don't
■ee any algns of our men here."
"Queen Ranger lying back of the
•talrs, sir," reported a soldier briefly;
"Irish lookln' mug."
Tbe man addressed as colonel, a
Ranger himself from his green uni-
form, looked up quickly and saw me.
He called out an order, and three or
four men sprang up the stairs, grasp-
ing and leading me down. I made no
see. not realising 1 was in anr
danger. Tbe colonel, a'Yall man with
gray mustache and goatee, and dark,
searching eyes, faced me sternly.
"What are you doing bere, sir?
Come, speak up! What does all this
mean?" and he swept his hand about
In gesture.
"I came along about thirty minutea
ago," I explained, beginning to appre-
ciate my situation, from the suspicious
glances cast at me, and recalling how
disreputable my appearance must be.
"I found things Just as they are now,
sir. There's been a fight and rob-
bery."
"That's plain to be seen; are these
all the bodies?"
"Yes, sir, but tbe house Is upside
down from end to end."
"You saw no one? No British sol-
diers?"
I shook my head, conscious of the
fierce grip with which I was being
held. A couple of the men dragged
out the body from behind the stairs,
and as the face came Into the light,
tbe colonel's eyes saw It I heard the
sharp breath expelled through his Hps,
as be stared down Into those ghastly
features.
"Good Lord! Mike! What In the
name of heaven does this mean? He
was supposed to be with Claire!"
"There must be some mistake,
Colonel Mortimer," insisted the other
officer gravely. "Perhaps we can get
the truth out of this bumpkin, if we
take the lash to him."
I understood In a flash, and as swift-
ly chose a course of action. This
gray-headed colonel was her father,
and I would serve her In this emergen-
cy without thought of my own danger
No threat of a whip would open my
lips, but meiaory would.
"Come, you dog!" burst out the
colonel fiercely. "You know more than
you have told. Speak up, or wft'll skin
you alive."
"I will. Colonel Mortimer," I said,
looking him straight In the eyes. "Not
because of your thrents, but because
I wish to serve you. Now I know who
you are, and I will tell you all I know
about this whole affair."
■ "Was—was my daughter here?" he
interrupted.
"Yes, sir."
"My God! And Eric?"
"Not to my knowledge—there was a
man called Peter, this fellow, and a
black slave or two. They were all I
saw."
"But Why should Claire have been
here," he asked as though dazed, "un-
less she came to meet her brother? I
supposed her safe lu the city."
"1 do not pretend to understand the
cause of her presence. But If you
listen to my story perhaps you may
know what to do." I paused an instant
to get a grip on my thoughts. I need
not tell all, confess my Identity, or
mention my personal relations with
the daughter. "I am a soldier, Colonel
Mortimer, In Maxwell's brigade of
Washington's army. What brought me
here has nothing to do with tbe pres-
ent story. I was In the fight over yon-
der near Mount Laurel night before
last when we captured Delavan's for-
age train—"
"What!" burst In the dragoon offi-
cer. "Was DeUvan defeatc', thenT
Hadn't Grant joined him?"
"Yes to both questions, sir. Dela-
van was killed, and Grant surrendered.
He and his men were paroled, and
started for Philadelphia last evening
from here."
"From here!" Incredulously. "That
must be a lie, colonel, for Mount Lau-
rel Is between here and the city."
"Nevertheless, It Is no lie," I re-
torted promptly, looking the young
fool In the eyes. "I was hiding here
for reasons of my own when they
came tramping in along that road
about the middle of tbe forenoon yes-
terday. There was near a hundred
Hessians and Rangers, with two Ger-
man officers, and Grant 1 heard them
tell Mistress Mortimer this was the
neafest place where they were sure
of finding provisions, and that they in-
tended to remain until night. I don't
know what happened after that, ex-
cept that the officers went Inside, and
the men marched around to the back
to eat their breakfast"
"What became of you?"
"Oh, I had other business, and never
got back along here until just at day-
light this morning. Then I found
things this way."
"You don't know what occurred,
then?"
"No more than you do. But I've got
my opinion. It's this—Grant and his
fellows must have left as soon as It
was dark, taking tbe west road, which
was the cause of your missing them.
It Is likely from this man Mike's body,
that your daughter and her party were
still in the house. It couldn't have
been much later when these others
got bere and made the attack. Mike
must have fought them at tbe front
door, but that was all the fight made;
there's no sign of any struggle inside."
"Then they never got Claire," de-
clared Mortimer positively. "That's a
oertalnty, Seldon."
"She would have fought, sir?"
"Like a tiger. I know my little glrL
And, besides, Peter would bave died
before the hand of one of thoss vil-
lains was ever laid upon her."
"But," I protested. "I have searched
the house, colonel."
"1 Imagine your acquaintance with
tbe bouse la somewhat limited." he
replied coldly, turning away. "Seldon.
place tbia fellow under guard In tbe
library here. We will learn later what
his bualnesa might be in tbe Jerseys."
CHAPTER XVIII,
At Cross Purposes.
It could not be considered an un-
pleasant place of imprisonment, yet
It was useless for mo to contrive any
plans of immediate escape, for the
door was securely locked, and two
heavily armed dragoona sat within eye-
ing me rather malevolently. My at-
tempt at approaching the window was
Instantly checked by a threatening
gesture, and I sat down in the reading
chair to await developmenta. They
could not muffle my ears, however,
and I heard the swift hoofbeats of an
approaching horse being ridden furi-
ously up tbe gravel driveway. At the
door he was hastily checked, and a
voice spoke peremptorily:
"Here you, take the rein!"
The fellow came up the steps hur-
riedly, almost ignoring the sentry at
the door.
"I haven't time to stand bere, you
fool," he exclaimed roughly, "my uni-
form Is pass enough. I wish to see
Colonel Mortimer at once—at once."
There was a pause, and then the same
voice, and I recognized it now as
Grant's beyond a doubt. "Ah, colonel,
what In God's name has happened
here? I heard that you were out
hunting us at Farrell's blacksmith
shop, and came back as swiftly as I
could ride. But I never suspected
this. Who were the miscreants?"
"That la a question not yet an-
swered, Captain Grant," replied Mor-
timer slowly. "It looks like the work
of Pine Robbers. Do you recognize
this fellow?"
"Ay," and from the muffled tone he
must have been bending over the body,
"that is 'Tough' SimB, a lieutenant of
'Red' Fagln; there's one more devil
gone to hell. But when did the at-
tack occur? We left here after dark,
and all was quiet enough then.
Claire—"
"She waa here, then? I hardly be-
lieved It possible."
"I talked with her—quarreled with
her, Indeed. Perhaps that was why
she refused to accompany us to Phila-
delphia. But what did you mean,
colonel, when you said you hardly be-
lieved it possible she was here? Did
some one tell you?"
"Yes; we caught a fellow In the
house when we arrived. He had no
time for escape—rough-looking miscre-
ant, claiming to be a Continental. We
have him under guard in the library."
"He confessed to the wholo story?"
"Not a word; claimed to know noth-
ing except that Claire was here. Said
he saw you, and then went away, not.
getting back again until this morn-
ing"
i "The fellow is a liar, colonel. Let
me see him; I'll lash tj>e truth out of
"his lips. Where dftl you say he was—
In the library?"
I had barely time to rise to my feet
when he' entered. His eyes swept
across the guard, and then centered
upon me. Instantly they blazed with
excitement, although I noticed he took
a sudden step backward In the first
shock of surprise, his hand dropping
to the butt of a pistol In his belt.
"By all the gods!" he exclaimed
sharply. "If It Isn't the spy! I miss
the red Jacket, but I know the face,
MlBter Lieutenant Fortesque."
"Major Lawrence. If you please," I
returned quietly.
"We'll not quarrel over the name
I've had occasion to know you under
both; bearing one you were a spy,
beneath the other a leader of banditti.
I'll hang you with equal pleasure un-
der either." Suddenly he seemed to
remember where we were, and bis
face flushed with newly aroused rage.
"But first you'll explain what you are
doing here at Glmhurst Do you know
whose home this is?"
"Most assuredly," determined not to
lose my temper, or to be moved by
his threats. "It Is the property of
Colonel Mortimer, of the Queen's
Rangers "
"And—and you—you came here to
again see—the daughter?" he ques-
tioned, as though half regretting the
Indiscretion of such a suspicion.
"Oh, no, captain; you do the lady
a grave Injustice. I came here a
prisoner, very much against my will,
not even aware whose plantation this
waa. I bad no suspicion that Mtstress
Mortimer was outside Philadelphia
until I overheard your conversation
with her."
"Overheard! You! In God's name,
where were you—"
"In this room; with both doors sjar
It was impossible not to bear. You
spoke somewhat angrily, you may re-
member, not finding tbe lady as gra-
cious In her reception as expected."
The sarcasm in ray tone stung blm,
but the surprise was so great that he
could only rip out an oath.
"I thought you would have also en-
joyed swearing at that time," I con
tlnued coolly, "only you scarcely dared
venture so far. You had previously
boasted to me of your engagement to
tbe lady, and It naturally was a sur-
prise to observe how lovingly she
greeted you—"
"Hell's acre!" he burst out "Did
the minx know you were there v
"II you refer to Mistress Mortimer,
I presume she saspected It At leaat
she came to me abortly thereafter."
"Then I understand better what
troubled tbe girl. But, In God's name!
bow did you ever escape me? I waa
In every room of tbe bouse."
I smiled pleasantly. There was
nothing for me to gain, or lose, by
goading him, yet It was rather enjoy-
able.
"That, of course, I must naturally
refuse to answer, captain. I might
need to resort to the same methods
again."
"There will be small chance of your
having opportunity. Mortimer will
bang you faat enough when I tell my
tale. Don't look for mercy at his
bands, for he'* prouder than Lucifer of
hia family honor."
He waa out of the door, striding
down the hall, bent on carrying out
his purpose. I beard his voice ask-
ing where the colonel was to be found;
then the guard closed the barrier be-
tween us. Very well; of the two I
would rather leave my fate to Morti-
mer than to blm, and felt profoundly
grateful that the captain was not In
command. Had he been 1 should
doubtless have been hung without the
slightest formality of trial, but Mor-
timer would at least hear my version
first; Indeed. I could hardly believe
he would issue so stringent orders
without listening also to his daugh-
ter's story. I was an officer of rank;
the consequences might prove rather
serious were I to be executed sum-
marily, and without proper trial
I had scarcely reasoned this out.
however, when a corporal threw open
the door, ordering my guard to con-
duct me Into the colonel's presence.
I waa taken to the parlor, where tbe
furniture had been somewhat rear-
ranged. and found myself confronting
Mortimer, the officer 1 had heard ad-
dressed as Seldon, and Grant Tbe
latter was speaking vehemently:
"I tell you, colonel, this has got to
be done; he is a spy, and here for
some Infamous purpose."
"Well, I've sent for the fellow,
Grant; what more do you want? I'll
give him five minutes in which to ex-
plain, and that is all. Seldon, have
the men go on ahead along the trail."
"Yes, sir, they are off already."
"Very well. Have our horses out
side; we can catch up within a mile
or two." He wheeled sharply about,
and looked at me sternly. "Well, sir,
I have very little time to waste on
"Come, You Dog!" Burst Out the
Colonel fiercely, "You Know More
Th*n You Have Toldl"
you at present, but I advise truthful
answers. What Is your name?"
"Allen Lawrence."
"You claim to be In the Continental
service—what rank?"
"Major in the Maryland Line, Max-
well's Brigade."
"Dressed hurriedly, probably. and
forgot your uniform."
"I have lately been serving with tbe
Jeraey militia, sir. aa Captain Orant
can testify," 1 answered civilly.
"And Captain Grant la only too
anxious," broke In that officer Impa-
tiently. "If you will listen to me.
colonel. I'll tell you what I know In
two minutea or less. It will settle tbla
fellow's status."
Mortimer glanced from my face to
that of the speaker, evidently attract-
ed by the vlndlctlveneas of the voice.
"All right. Grant, go on," he aald
shortly, "only I shall pass Judgment
as a soldier, and not becauae of any
personal quarrel. What la It you
know?"
"That this man came Into Philadel-
phia three days ago dressed as an of-
fleer of British Infantry. He claimed
to be Lieutenant Fortesque of the
Forty-second Foot, with despatches
from New York. Howe vouched for
him, and furnished him with a paaa
and orderly. He put in the whole day
studying the positions of our troops,
and In the evening was a guest at the
Mlschlansa—Andre gave him a card,
I heard—and danced there with your
daughter. 1 doubted the man from
him he was suspected, or else he had
our first meeting, and later picked up
certain rumora which convinced me
he was a spy. Some words passed be-
tween us on the dancing floor, and as
a consequence 1 asked the man to
meet me below. Some one either told
the heart of a coward, for failed
to appear."
"Did you Intend to ffght him?"
"No, we planned an arrest. I re-
ported to MacHugh what 1 had heard,
and he had Carter close at band with
a squad of ihe guard."
"A very pretty trick on mere suspi-
cion," commented the colonel in some
disgust "But go on with your story "
Grant sucted In his breath quickly,
evidently surprised at the remark.
"Claire was wV *'ng for,me upstalra
In the dining room, but after Carter
had scattered his men to the outposts.
I* took a turn about the grounds In
hope of thus running across the fellow.
Luck favored me, but. damn him. he
jumped Into me like a fighting cock,
struck me In the face, and taunted
me Into meeting him there and then."
"Good boy! the right atuff, eh Sel-
don?"
"I supposed It all a bluff," went on
Grant, paying no heed to the Inter-
ruption, although his cheeks flushed
"but we went at It, behind the pavil-
ion, and I had pricked him twice,
when the guard came up and separat-
ed us. At that the fellow took to hi*
heels, and by Gad! got away—swam
the Delaware, while we were beating
the west shore. The next I saw of blm
he was in command of those ragamuf-
fins who attacked us out yonder. Now
he shows up here looting this house
on the trail of 'Red' Fagln. I'd hang
him offhand If It was me."
Mortimer looked across at me ear-
nestly, but with an expression of doubt
In his eyes. As for myself I hardly
knew what to say or do. Grant had
no corroborative proof of his asser-
tions, unless I was returned to Phila-
delphia. I could emphatically deny,
that I was the man. Insist on my right
to a fair trial. But how could I ao-
count In any reasonable way for my
presence at Elmhurst, or even success-
fully sustain my claim to being a Con-
tinental officer. I could not tell
Colonel Mortimer that I had been tak-
en prisoner by hla daughter, masque-
rading as a lieutenant of dragoons.
Apparently he knew nothing of this
escapade, and she would scarcely for-
give me for exposure; besldos, for all
I knew to the contrary, the girl might
have thus been attempting to serve
the colonies, and a word of betrayal
might seriously Injure our cause. All
this flashed over me before Mortimer
spoke.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
HUSBAND RESCUED
DESPAIRING WIFE
Never Forgot Its Enmity
On a stock farm near Syracuse, N.
Y., a calf and, colt were born on the
same day. So soon as It was old
enough to run about the calf resolute-
ly repudiated Its Jersey c-other and
Insisted on being fed by the mare.
Regularly every morning the calf
would watch its chance for breakfast
when the colt was kicking up Its
heels at the other end of the pasture,
and would hurry to the good-natured
mare, who seemed to develop a real
affection for her foster baby and was
quite willing to mother It. To this,
however, her own offspring strenuous-
ly objected. So soon as It observed
the calf enjoying the nourishment
which it considered its own exclusive
right, the colt would charge on the In-
terloper and, grabbing It firmly by the
back of the neck, would yank It away
from the maternal fount and take Its
place.
So, far from forgetting Its youthful
enmity for the calf, the colt has grown
up bating everything bovine. The
farmer has bad to erect a high fence
dividing tbe pasture, and to keep cows
and horses separated. Ihe colt other-
wise tractable In every way, goes
wild with rage at sight of a cow. and
attacks her with hoofs and teeth. For
thla Mason it U impossible to d*-4—
him In the country, and bis owner la
even obliged to stablo blm In a build-
ing remote from sight and sound of
the cowyard.
Propitiating 8plrlts of Rats.
16,000,000 rats have been sacrificed
for the sake of tbe preventive meas-
ure against the spread of plague
brought forth by the Metropolitan Po
lice board of the city of Toklo. This
enormous number of tbe rodents have
been purchased by the authorities
from the residents and killed since tbe
first ;as9 of uie pestilence was discov-
ered In the capital In December, 1903.
Recently a religious ervlce was per-
formed oy tbe officials of the police
office for the purpose of consoling the
spirits of these dead creatures. These
tender h >arted gentlemen remembered
that tbe current year Is neno-toshl,
or "the year of the rat" and that these
creatures therefore deserve some def-
erence.
Inured to thj Cold.
"1 have begun preliminary prao
tlce."
"What do you mean?"
"I go out every day and sit for a few
minutes on the bleachers. I want to
harden myself for those opening
games."
Here Is Learned Gendarme
m. Vauthler, In the French Service,
Has Gained Much Fame aa an
Archivist.
M. Vauthler la a gendarme attached
to the Olvet brigade In tbe Ardennes.
He haa done hla military service In
Algeria, aays the Paris correspondent
of the London Telegraph, and baa
been In the Republican Guard, and he
got himself appointed to Olvet la or-
der that he might bave more opportu-
nity of prosecuting his historical re-
searches In his native district, as that
branch of study has been rather neg-
lected in tbe Ardennes.
For M. Vauthler is no ordinary gen-
darme. He Is aa enthusiastic archivist,
and his seal and merit have been duly
recognised, not only by the ministry
of publio edueptlon, but by the csar,
while he has been warmly compliment
ed by several embaasies for notes
which be haa been able to furnlah to
them.
His researches In the Ardennes
have chiefly borne on the perloda of
the revolution, the empire, and tbe
restoration, and, among many other
matters, on the depot of Bngllsb pris-
oners of war. established at Olvet by
Napoleon, and on the Russian occu-
pation of that district after 1815.
M. Vauthler will aoon be retiring on
a penalon, and then he will be able to
devpto all hla time to hla favorite pur-
suit "I have," he says, "always had
a hobby for hunting for documents,
though It Is often more trying than
hunting for thieves."
Clephanta Killed by Rata.
In 18(8 three of Hagenbeck's ele-
phanta, jtist brought from Africa,
were attacked by rata,, which ate
through the wooden floor on which
they (tbe elephants) stood and gnaw-
ed tbe animals' feet* All thrte died,
no doubt from fright rather than from
pain. Mr. Robinson, la quoting this
story as "the most dreadful" appar-
ently In his collection of anecdotes
of elephants attacked by puny ene-
mies, seems to be unaware that ths
same thing haa happened in England.
The first chronicled Instance, we be-
lieve, belongs not to the Regent's
Park Zoological Oardens, but to Cllf
ton, and has been duly recorded by
Frank Buckland. But there has been
trouble In tbe London Oardens befort
now with rats attacking ths large anl
male; the old hippopotamus Q*y
Fawkea was one of the sufferers.
After Four Tears of Dfacoaragbf
Conditions, Mrs. Bollock Goto
Up in Despair. Husband
Came to Rescoe.
Catron, Ky.—In an lntereatlng letter
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The doctor waa called In, and hla
treatment relieved me for a while, but
I waa soon confined to my bed again.
After that, nothing aeemed to do mo
any good. I had gotten ao weak I
could not atand, and I gave up In dee-
pair.
At laat, my huaband got me a bottle
of Cardul, tbe woman'a tonic, and I
commenced taking it. From the very
Drat dose, I could tell It waa helping
me. I can now walk two miles with-
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dul today.
K, B.—WW*# fc: Chattanooga Medietas C
Ladles' Advisory Etapt., Chattanooga, Term., i
sttii*! inttrrntiom on your c
Home Treatment for Wo
wrapper. Adv.
Many a man haa married in haate
and paid alimony at telaure.
Mrs. Wlnalow'a Soothing Syrup for CbUdrea
teething, Hoftena tbe t?uam, reduces lnlUaa
itou.all y a pain,cures wind oollo JBo a IiiSIIi4S
Squire Sawyer says the pace that
kills is largely set by fluffs and frills
Get
"In the Game"
I but remember you must be HI
_ strong and robust to win. A _
® sickly person Is the loser in ™
mm every way; but why remain ■■
so?
! HDSTETTER'S I
u STOMACH BITTERS ■
H will aid digestion and help B
m you back to health and mm
strength. Try a bottle to- ^
mm day. Avoid substitutes. ■■
DON'T TAKE CALOMEL
FOR LIVER TROUBLE!
Hsvs Tea Haard ef Ihe Nsw Coattipatioa Remedy
from Hot Spring!, Aritaniai, that Tkea-
tsads an Joyfully FrsJtiaf ?
Just go to your druggist to-day; say
I want a 25 cent box of HOT
SPRINGS LIVER BUTTONS; use
them as directed and soon all your
stomach, liver and bowel troubles will
be over.
Tbe groat physicians in Hot Springa
prescribe them for constipation, slug-
gish liver, indigestion, sick headache,
dizziness, blotchy and sallow skin and
they certainly are fine.
Take Bafe, gentle, blissful HOT
SPRINGS LIVER BUTTONS for a
week. They will tone up the liver
thoroughly, cleanse the bowels of
poisonous accumulations and make
you eat better, sleep better, work bet*
ter.
They are great for nervousness and
as a body tonic. Postal brings free
sample from Hot Springs, Ark.
SPECIAL TO WOMEN
Do you realize the fact that thouaanda
of women are now using
A Soluble Antiseptic Powder
as a remedy for mucous membrane af>
fectlons, such as sore throat, nasal of
pelvic catarrh, inflammation or ulcera-
tion, caused by female Ills? Women
who have been cured say "It is worth
Its weight in gold." Dissolve in water
and apply locally. For ten years the
I.ydia K. Pinkham Medicine Co. haa
recommended Paxtlne in their private
correspondence with women.
For all hygienic and toilet uses It haa
no equal. Only 50c a large box at Drug-
gists or sent postpaid on receipt of
price. The Paxton Toilet Co., Boston,
Mass.
Tuffs Pills
enable the dyspeptic to est whatever he
wlsliea. They cause tbe food teassMMt sad
nnuriah the body, give appetite, and
DEVELOP FLESH.—
Dr. Tutl Manutactartae Co. New York,
rial saccate, cukes chronic wajkSKBSe. lost<
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Foster, A. M. Canton Herald (Canton, Tex.), Vol. 31, No. 45, Ed. 1 Wednesday, May 7, 1913, newspaper, May 7, 1913; Canton, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth232408/m1/3/: accessed April 28, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.