Carrollton Chronicle (Carrollton, Tex.), Vol. 9, No. 36, Ed. 1 Friday, April 11, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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VrriVoloiis
Alfain
MAyruTmu
comrarun
COfiMfirHCKMU. COMMMT
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8YNOP8IS.
Illustrations /ay
V.L.B&RNI3
Jo Oodman and h«r *l*ter Ix>*U* am
left orphan*. Their property ha* Seen
■wept away by the death of their fa-
ther and they are compelled to r.**t about
for tome mean* to earn a living. Lou-
11* ahewera an advertleement of an Inva-
fld who want* a companion. Bhe decline*
the position. Loulle advertlae* for a po-
ol t ion a* companion, and Mr*. Haaard
replies. She ofTer* I^ullo a position as
lirr "aecretary of frlvolou* affair*. Her
ohlef work la to steer Mr* Hazard a son
and daughter 111 the right matrimonial
path. I.oulle talk* baeeball to Hap Hai-
ard and also gain* the confidence of Lau-
ra Haaard The Due do Trouvtlle 1* be-
lieved to be lntereated In Laura. Mr*.
Hazard give* a big reception and Ixiulle
meet* many people high In the »oc(*l
world. Natalie Agaazl*. to whom Hap
ha* been paying attention, loaea an em-
erald bracelet during the tweept on. 8he
^^“tmffalle'VM
lost Bov^rftl p1«c«* of Jewelry ***** Mi-
llar rin*um«tanc«*». H*P take* LiouIIb to
■S5 SSSS! CT5...S.* 23P «
sa^j*M'V1pgr»Hg _g
•where mane notable* have been Invited
& 1^7Wi«iWbSft.Wut^
In whom I .aura take* considerable ln««r-
•al Due de Trouvllle arrlvee at the Haa-
Srd place. Loulle heara Wlnthrop’* mo-
tor boat out late at night. Next morning
the paper* announce the robbery of aev-
eral nearby homea. Natalie arcu*.. Lou-
tK „ssJsira.%oS.
■he feare what Mm. Hazard will aay.
CHAPTER XIII.
Th* Department of Correspondence,
t simply couldn’t manage to dress
In five minutes, although Celle. like
the Jewel ahe la. had put out the
simplest gown Mra. Hazard allowed
tne and began throwing my clothes at
me the minute I appeared. I collapsed
Into a chair and ahe pulled the pins
from my hair. My face was streaked
with tear-stains where I had cried,
my eyes were rod. my noae worse.
Telle looked at me In despair while
the elock ticked off the seconds flend-
tshly—ticked ofT two minutes, to be
exact—and chatter from the drawing-
room floated up to me through the
open windows. That punctual dinner
gong would sound In Just three min-
utes.
“Ah. Mademoiselle, you are 111!"
Celle cried alarmed. "You have been
erylng. If you please, will Mademoi-
selle allow me the time for massage?
Mademoiselle Is most—"
“Yes, Celle. I’m a wreck," I Inter-
rupted In English, "and there’s no
woman In the world can dress In
three minutes. Will you ask Mra.
Hazard to excuse me for this one
evening—If she hasn’t already gone
gown? Tell her I have a headache;
my head does ache. Celle. Run! If
•he has gone down come back quickly
•nd hook me every other hook and
trust to luck. I’ll do my hair while
you’re gone.”
She was already across the corridor
■nd I gave my hair a twist, a loop,
•tuck pins In, blessed the Lord for
the curls he had given roe, and tried
to repair my damaged face with
•mear of cold cream. I had always
read of shining eyes and glowing
cheeks after what I had Just, been
through; when a man had given me
bis heart, and had kissed me Into ac-
knowledging that I loved him, besides
making me promise all sorts of won-
derful promises I knew I couldn’t
keep. I couldn’t, I couldn’t, 1 couldn’t.
I began to cry again, but I didn’t
have time to cry. I winked back the
tears and smeared on more cream;
Mrs. Hazard appeared.
“My dear child!” she exclaimed.
“What la the matter? Celle says you
*re HIT"
“Oh. It’s nothing, but I’ve been cry-
ing—as you know," I addod hastily,
“and I'm a fright, and V can't get
dressed before that gong sounds,
don’t feel like talking. Would It be
too much to ask If I might have
headache and stay here for once?”
“Of course, you may,” she replied
sympathetically. “I should have been
the one to suggest It My dear, don’t
worry, don't—there's the gong! Bend
Celle for your dinner, and If you need
tne, send for me. Remember there's
nothing to cry about."
Bhe bustled out In her dear, fat
way. I beard her speak to Hap In the
corrfdor, and my fingers, smearing
the cold cream, trembled against my
face at the sound of his voice. He
loved me; he loved me; he loved me;
Buddenly something Inside me gave
way. either In my brain or my heart.
1 don't know which, and I went for-
ward across my dressing-table, my
greasy face against the dainty pink
■nd white covering, and had a real
cry, a Jolly, soul-refreshing weep.
"Ah, Mademoiselle ees In ze grand
deeatreas!" Celle exclaimed; “Mad-
emoiselle ees 111. Mademoiselle ’m
nevalre—”
I knew Celle was In “is grand di-
stress” herself when she lapsed Into
English. I sat up again, wiping the
tears from my eyes and the grease
from my face. l
"Get me my dinner, Celle," I said
between sobs. . "I'm so hungry. I'll
feel better when I eat something."
Bhe looked at me aatonlshed. She
knew I was oot quite hopeless as long
im I waa hungry.
“Mademoiselle will not faintT' she
Inquired.
“I’ll not faint unless you fall to come
with the dinner," I assured her. “Now
hurry!”
When the door closed upon her I
looked Into the mirror and smiled, not
at what I saw there, although It was
funny enough, but I smiled because—
I closed my eyes ecstatically. He
loved me; be had kissed me!
I sat there a long time, how long I
don’t know, dreaming. I had never al-
lowed myself the luxury of such
thoughts. I had pushed them back
and trampled them down, and refused
to listen. How dear was that expres-
sion about bis mouth, and bow beau-
tiful bis eyes! I loved the forelock!
I bad touched It! I covered my face
suddenly. My throat waa tight; I waa
auffocatlng with happiness.
I had loved him from the first. I
knew that now. I wondered that I
didn’t realize my danger from t|»e
minute Mra. Hazard made her pro-
posal to me. I remembered perfectly
how he had looked at me that first
meeting; a silly, unromantlc place it
was—a crowded street, and I had
wisps of hair dangling about my ears
Funny! Silly things like that to come
sneaking Into one’s thoughts at such a
time. I had learned the sound of the
gray car; I admitted now that I had
listened for It. I knew his step from
the first I knew, too, that he had al-
ways been near; and I had to talk
baseball to him, It was part of my
Job. Baseball? Pshaw! An excuse.
Natalie? Gracious, she nq.ver had
chance, after he saw me! I must not
think that! How awful! But he had
said so; his Ups said so. his eyes said
so. He loved mel And 1 cried about
It to my heart’s content
I rose suddenly and went to the
window, with my unfastened gown
falling about me. I sank down and
put my arms upon the casement. His
mother must not know. I couldn't lose
her love and trust. I’d have to tell
Jo. Of course. I couldn't marry him;
knew that, knew It. knew It! Be-
sides, Natalie had said I bad taken
her silly ruby. 1 must prove I didn’t
But how? Jo would know. Poor Jo!
Bhe knew something was going to
happen to me. She knew from the
beginning I was going to fall In love
with somebody!
The air was cool and salty and
good against my hot face Everything
was still and the trees cast long,
placid shadows on the grass from the
dying sun. Vincent, tinkering with
the engine of the llmbuslne In the
driveway below, was talking softly to
Henri, the boy who looked after the
tennis courts, but the conversation
reached me plainly Vincent was try-
ing to speak French, and Henri trying
to answer In English. Funny! The
slang they used, although Henri ex-
pressed himself fully ss well as His
Grace. I could hear Wlnthrop yelling
to a fisherman. A moment later
motor-boat sounded—Wlnthrop’s boat
—and a searchlight faintly pierced
the fast-falling twilight.
I discarded the evening gown and
put on the white flannel dress in
which I played tennis. I knotted
blue scarf beneath the collar and tied
blue ribbon around my hair. He
loved the ribbon; he had said
once. I wore It when I played tennis
Celle hesitated, looked at me ap-
pealingly. and went out. Then I read
my first iova letter:
My Own:—Th* sun has gone out,
the earth Is a barren west*. I refuse
to believe there will ever be light
again until I can see you. Why did
you not come down to dinner? Celle
■ays you are ill: mother says It’s be-
cause you didn’t have time to dress.
I’m a beast for keeping you. I have
■polled the evening. Are you really
111, darling? If it’s the dress, won’t
you come now? I shall wait for you
on the stairs. Impatiently. HAP.
I kissed the name—that dear, silly
nickname—sad put the letter In my
bosom, over my heart. It was stiff
and uncomfortable, and I wished be
had made a happier cbotoe of station-
ery, but It was very iweet there, over
my heart. I watched the moon com-
ing up, a rim of silver showing along
the horizon, then a stream of light
shimmering, dancing across the wa-
ter. He waa waiting on the stairs for
me'
It was dreadfully stupid alone. Of
course, no one would disturb m*.
“Are you 111, darling?" . . - Dorothy
was playing the piano below. Gracious!
Why didn’t some one keep her from
singing Sleepy Song so soon? She'd
put everybody to yawning. I knew
then why I was necessary. 1 hoped
my fiends wouldn’t get mixed.
“If It’s the dress, won't you come
now?" ... 1 surveyed myself In
the mirror and shook my bead. I
couldn't go down; I didn’t wanj to
go. Natalie had said I was a thief!
But he was waiting on the stairs for
me, and that was—heavenly!
Now, I always thought Celle an ex-
ception. She Isn’t. She’s Just like
every other French maid. She takes
a fiendish delight In anything that ap-
pears the least romantic or clandes-
tine. She came In with a second note,
beaming. I looked at her frowning a
bit, and took It.
“Celle, you are ndt to bring anoth-
of the etalre to the tennis court In
five minutes. I have something most
Important to communicate. HAP.
CHARTER XIV.
The Mysterious Motor Boat.
I gased at the letter, trying to com-
prehend, and finally read It over
again. It waa short, there waa not •
line of sentiment; It was a demand.
Why? It flashed Into my mind that
It had to do with Natalie’s missing
ruby. 1 did not stop to rsason or
conjecture. I caught up a sweater,
for the eight was growing oool and
already I was shivering. I went out
along the corridor, up the few steps
to the main hallway, then down the
stairs on the other side of the few
steps to the gallery, which was an
outlet to the tennis courts. Hap was
waiting.
What Is it?” I gasped. “What has
happened? Haa anything happened?”
“Yes,” he answered, after a mo-
ment's hesitation. “Something haa
happened ”
He caught my hand and drew me
across the strip of lawn that sep-
arated the house and the courts.
“Where are we going?" I asked
breathlessly.
“To the beach. I want to talk to
you." ,
We almost stumbled over some one
■sleep. It was Henri. Hap prodded
him with his foot and Henri sat up,
rubbing the sleep from hta eyes.
Get up, you Idiot.” Hap command-
ed. /“This Is no place to sleep."
"He’ll catch cold.” I chattered as
the cold night air struck my arms and
my bared neck.
Henri anise and disappeared into
the shadows. Hap helped me put
the sweater, turned me around as If
I were a little child, buttoned me and
hurried me on to the beach. We clat-
tered down the steps to the sand be-
low and sat down Just as we had
only a couplh of hours ago.
■elf when she's had ttaee to think K
over."
‘She didn’t aot on an Impulse; ahe
Isn't that kind. She's sure she's right.
Do you remember that I was on the
balcony at the time she thinks her
emerald bracelet waa stolen?”
Do you know that before jou came
ahe suspected Wlnthrop?" he asked.
“Yes, I know."
“It’s all a lot of tommy-rot, her sus-
picions. I believe ahe loaes things.
No one else has had anything stolen.
If we have a thief hare he wouldn’t
■top at ona Jewel, where there are so
many. It she’s In earnest about being
robbed, why doesn’t ahe go to the po-
lice and aay so?"
“O-ooh! The police!" I couldn’t re-
sist Imitating her. "Well, perhaps
■he’s going to the police now. That—
that’s what I must be prepared ton.
She hasn't had time to do anything
yet but tell your mother. 8he wont
gossip, Hep; she's true blue, but of
course she wgpi do something de-
risive after—after accusing me. Sure-
h your mother will send me away.
You see I can’t go until she sends me
—It* a contract. Then—I dare not
think beyond that! Whatever eomee
I must face It, with Jo to help me.
“And me—don’t leave me out. Lou-
lle. You’re going to marry me. It’#
the best answer I know to any sus-
picions.”
“I’m not going to marry you. Hap.
I’ve tried to make you see the reason
—the big reason—and there are a
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"Oul, Mademoiselle, oul, oull Mats
Monsieur—!”
“You are to go below and
there,, Celle.”
“But Monsieur sent for me," Celle
explained.
“You are to stay below." I Insisted.
“Ah, Mademoiselle, I dare not dis-
obey Monsieur.”
“You are to obey me. Celie,” I said
In my most Indulgent tone, but quite
firmly. “You may go.
“But. Mademoiselle, there la the
answer?”
“There Is no answer."
"Ah, Mademoiselle, there Is the an-
swer. Monsieur”—she finished In
English—“he will, what you call him.
murder me If sere ees not ze ansalre
I turned away to smile. I should
have been vexed. It really was most
ridiculous, embarrassing, too. Celle
was sure to gossip. I sat down and
hastily wrote the answer.
My Dear Friend:—As I do not wish
you to resort to murder, and as I need
my maid, herd Is the answer. Will you
please not write again, as I have for
bidden Celle to bring another letter.
Sincerely,
LOU LIE CODMAN.
I read It ever before I sealed it, and
It sounded so frigid that I relented
and wrote:
P. g. I am not really 111, I am sup-
posed to have a headache L.
When I was alone once more I
kissed the envelope of ipy second let
ter before I opened It;
Darling, Darling:—.Why do you
deny me one little word? Don’t be
cruel. I waited on the stairs smoking
“Now, what Is It?” I asked. “What
haa happened?”
“You are prepared for anything?”
He gazed Into my white face. 1 know
It was white. "You will not be fright-
ened ?“
"I am prepared for anything!” I an-
swered, trying to keep my voice
steady. “I promise you I will not be
frightened. I promise!"
He clasped my hands In both his
own.
“Darling!”
“Yes, yes?"
“1 love you.”
I waited, fearing, dreading I knew
not what.
“What has happened?” I asked.
Don’t keep me In suspense.”
"That has happened.” He smiled.
“What?’’
"I love you."
I looked at him In astonishment;
he was smiling easily. A sudden ware
of snger swept over me
"You have tricked me! I thought
It was the ruby. I thought—I was
sure—” Connected thought forsook
me.
I "Hang the ruby!" he exclaimed,
did trick yon. dear, because you are
blessed sensible. Your cool little
note, which I have here over my
heart, convinced me that you are not
at all a comforting kind of a sweet-
heart, but I hope to teach you. Now,
look Into my eyes and tell me you
love me! Nothing else matters;
nothing else except my love for you.
I’m eoiry I frightened you again. I
didn’t think of that. I only knew I
wanted you to come, knew that I
couldn’t wait another moment to see
you. to hear you say you love me."
He was sweeping me off my feet
Friendly Hint.
i “I’m afraid to say exactly what l
think,” said Governor Blowoff.
“That’s Interesting,’' replied Senator]
Sorghum. "But a man who adopt*]
that principle ought to he more care-
ful what he thlnka.”
countless clgarettea which I threw Into again. I closed my eyes to steady my-
And Had ■ Real Cry, ■ Jolly, Soul-
Refreshing Weep.
to keep the hair out of my eyes; now
I put It on, trying to be a girl again,
Just as I was when Jo and 1—I would
not cry again!
One Isn’t quite broken-hearted when
one can eat. I was finishing my coffee
when Celle brought me a note I
know I went red as she handed It to
me I wonder If I had expected It I
tried to speak casually.
“Thank y.w Celle. I won’t need
you again tonight. You may go.” i
didn’t dare open It while she was
there.
"But Monsieur request* the answer,
Mademoiselle.
“There’s no answer, Celle," I laid.
I without looking gt U.
that Sevres affair in the nook Just to
see Burrows fish them out and keep
my mind away from the century It
took you to appear. You did not
come; yon did not answer. I refuse
to believe It. I think that maid of
yours is a fraud. Laura has gone to
the gate, expecting Wlnthrop. I sup-
pose, and mother is trying to settle
your fiends, or 1 would make one of
them bring roe to you. I could come
Into the corridor and speak to you
through the door. May I? How many
thousand years has It been since 1
kissed you? HAP.
I was In a panic. He must not
come Into the corridor and speak to
me. and he would; he was Just crazy
enough to do It. I Wished frantically
for Celle, but she would * not come
back. I had been quite positive with
her. I sat down and hastily wrote
another answer to beg him to be dis-
creet, not knowing Just how I could
reach him without ringing.
I beard footsteps along the cor-
ridor; Celle was returning, the mlnxt
1 had been so positive with her, too!
Bhe came In with her hands behind
her, looking guilty. I stood with my
hands behind me, trying to look cross.
“Another, Celle?”
"Ah. Monsieur is most persuasive,"
■he replied. "Mademoiselle, do not be
angry. It Is the last billet-doux, I
promise.” She thrust the billet-doux
forward.
“1 hope so." 1 thrust my billet-doux
forward. "There, take that to Mon-
sieur. It Is a silly notion—such cor-
respondence. It means nothing. I
shall regard another as Impertinent.”
“Oh, oul, oh, oul, oul!" squealed
Celle, smiling. “Monsieur Is most
original."
I was never so exasperated In my
life I did not read It. I had told him
I would not read the next one. I put
It away over my heart with the oth-
ers, where It nestled—did It? It did
not! It was still more stiff and un-
comfortable. I wondered what was In
It? After all, It came before mine
reached him; It was not the next one.
I drew It forth, turned It over And
over, wondeed again—and opened It!
tts contents were rather amazing:
Dear Loulle.—Meet me at the toot
eelf. I wonder If he knew Just how
much ray being sensible had cost mo.
Just how much more It was going to
cost me to push hack, trample down—
"I’m trying to be sensible," I said,
and the tone of my voice wa* cool,
because I was trying to keep It steady.
“My sister has pounded It Into me so.
I know my head rules my heart,
there’s a line In my hand that says
so. but It’s because I must be sen-
sible."
I gave way In contradiction of my
words and swayed forward. His arm
went around me. I placed my bands,
comrade-like, on his sbonlders. I was
trying to live up to tl^at line In my
hand,
“This can’t go on.” I said.
“What?”
"This seeing you. with a moon Ilka
that, and no one near and loving you ”
H# kissed me before I could finish. “I
must be sensible!"
“You love me—darling?”
"Oh!"
“Why must you he sensible?"
I thought for a while before I an-
swered. meeting his eyes unwavering-
ly. It was hard to put the answer In-
to words if be did not already under-
stand the Intangible everything that
was the reason.
“Do you remember that I’m In a
very serious position?” I asked him.
"I’ve beets accused of—of being a
thief, not suspected, but actually ac-
cused! Perhaps tomorrow I shall be
arrested. That means—means hand-
cuffs. doesn’t It? And Jail? It’s sure
to be in the newspapers. Arrests are
a matter of public record, aren’t they?
Then I will have to vindicate myself?
And how? And if I do, the smudge
will always be there, my name In the
records of the police. Do you suppose
I am going to let you expose yourself
ss my champion? Everybody will be-
lieve It, except perhaps your mother,
and I .aura, and—and yourself. Miss
Agazztz believes I’m a thief!"’
"Loulle, will you marry me tonight
—now? Give me the right to protect
you?”
"No," I answered promptly.
"It’s all darned foolls&neea. Natalie
accusing you. She acted on an Im-
pulse. She will be ashamed el her
’ /
“Mademoiselle, Do Not t, . .ngry. I
le the Last Billet-Doux, I Vromlse."
thousand little ones. Don’t you sup-
pose everybody knows about me?
That I am a salaried servant? No,
there Is no use trying to disguise It.
Everyboay knows my position; I’m
not allowed to forget It. There’s
great deal of assurance In the way
Natalie Indicates a vacant chair when
■he wants me to fill In at bridge. It
rather amuees me. Mrs. Sargent sent
me for golf balls the other day, actu
ally. Yes, I know, everybody Is pret-
ty decent since Laura kicked up
row about that episode at Mrs. Dyke-
man’s, but It only served to make tt
more conspicuous that Mrs. Dykeman
didn’t consider xne a guest; I wae
only borrowed for the occasion.
Please don’t abuse anybody. Noth-
ing has been awkward as I expected
It to be. Your mother has been
heavenly to me, and society has taken
to me rather kindly, but marry
you—! Gracious!”
I heard the steady beat of a motor-
boat and I paused to listen. Kap
heard it, too. It waan’t anything un-
usual, except the Insistent beat of the
engine was familiar to me. It must
have been making twenty miles an
hour.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Valyet Is from th# Italian velluto,
meaning woolly, this from the Latin
vellus, a fleece. Vellum Is a derivative
of the same root—a pelt or hide.
Bandanna Is from the Indian word
meaning to “bind or tie,” and baa ref-
ernce to the manner of tying knots In
the fabric to prevent the dye from
reaching every part thereof. In this
wsy spots ars left whits and a rude
pattern remains In the cloth.
Alpaca comes from the animal of
the same name In Peru. It Is of the
llama species and It* wool la used to
manufacture the fabric etpployed In
the making of summer- garments.
Calico got Its name from Calicut, a
town In India, once celebrated tor Its
cotton cloth. |
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Risien, John T. Carrollton Chronicle (Carrollton, Tex.), Vol. 9, No. 36, Ed. 1 Friday, April 11, 1913, newspaper, April 11, 1913; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth556228/m1/3/: accessed May 21, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Carrollton Public Library.