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The Married Life of Helen and Warren
===—== By MABEL HERBERT URNER
l] Originator of “Their Married Life.” Author of “The |l
Journal of a Neglected Wife,” “The Woman Alone,” etc.
Helen’s Vanity Receives a Blow When She Sees Her
Gowns on a Younger Woman
(Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)
“Thirty dollars a week?” repeated
Helen. “Oh, I'm so glad for you!”
“Yes, it does
geem princely af
ter three years of
pounding that
typewriter. When
1 gave Mr. Rich
ards notice—he of
fered to raise me
to fifteen.” Lau
ra's. laugh was
harsh. “Generous
of him, wasn't it?"”
“You've always
been so Dbitter
against him.”
“Why shouldn’t
1 be?” deflantly.
“The work I did
was worth more,
and he knew it!
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Now I'm through. Didn’'t I glory in
telling him!”
“But these moving picture people—
how did you get in touch with them?”
“Mr. Carr boarded where 1 did last
winter. He thought then he could
get me in—but only as an extra. They
pay five dollars a day, but the work's
a@picertain and 1 was afraid to risk it.
Last week he called up and said there
was a chance in the regular company;
to come right over and see Mr. Stan
ley, the director.” l
“And he engaged you at once?” |
“No, I'd no experience except that
one week with the Universal. But
they were to take some plctures In|
Jersey the next day, Sunday, and he
sald he’'d try me out. I was terrified. !
I feit everything depended on my
work that day. But it was cloudy and l
they didn't do much, so I had only
one scene, Monday they put me in
stock at thirty a week. Now it's up
to me to make good.”
“Oh, you will,” encouraged Helen,
warmly. “I know you will.”
“If only 1 had some clothes! 1
need an evening gown desperately.
They lent me one for a supper scene,
but it was a mile too big.”
“Why, I'll gladly lend you any of
mine,”
“Oh, 1 didn’t mean that” Then
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‘down several from their hangers and
}mod them right side out.
“You've so many!” enviously. “Oh,
how attractive! 1 love this!” Laura
held up a pale blue chiffon, with a
knife-plaited underskirt.
“That’'s old. I got that in London
on our first trip, three years ago.
Look how badly it's worn—the chif
fon's all pulled in front.”
“But that wouldn't show in the pie
tures. It doesn't matter if they're
soiled or worn, it's only the style and
material that show.”
“Try it on,” urged Helen. “No,
sir, you can't lie there!” lifting Pussy
Purr-Mew from the soft flufliness of a
white charmeuse,
Slipping out of her shirtwaist and
skirt, Laura, radiantly expectant,
raised the blue chiffon over her head.
“Your corset cover's too high' as
Helen started to hook the gown. “Walt,
I can turn it in.”
“Oh, it's so graceful-——and it just fits
me! I'm wild about it!"”
“It does look well. 1 didn't think
we were 8o near the same size.”
“What're you two doing in there?”
called Warren, who always resented
being left alone in the evening.
“Laura's trying on some of my
gowns. She may have to borrow one
for the pictures.” Then impulsively,
“Go let Warren see you in that.”
Aglow with excitement, Laura ran
into the library.
“Great!"™ laying down his paper.
“Say, that's stunning on you! Suits
you better thax it does Helen,”
Helen knew this was true, but she
shrank from having it put into words.
Though they had been schoolmates,
Laura, with her cloudy hair and vivid
coloring, was several years younger;
and, beside her, Helen felt suddenly
colorless and old.
When she tried on the next gown,
she whirled about before the mirror,
then darted off with a joyous "l want
Mr, Curtis to see this one.”
“Turn around,” commanded War
ren. “Jove, you can wear Helen's
clothes all right. That suits you to
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Helen had grown very quiet. She
was genuinely fond of Laura, but she
could not keep back the vague bitter
ness that every woman feels toward
another who is younger and more
striking.
As she hooked Laura [nto the last
gown, she glanced over her shoulder
into the glass. Yes, she looked older,
decidedly older.
“1 shouldn't think of borrowing this
~4t's 0o new and fresh."
“Oh, you wouldn't hurt it.” Helen
tried to be generous.
“No-no, one of the others will do
Just as well”
This time when she ran in for War
ren’s approval, Helen did not go with
her. Instead, she stood waliting by
the dresser, slowly sticking the pins
in the pincushion into a long even
row,
“I've had nothing but shirtwaists
for so long"—Laura now came In to
be unhooked—“it’'s a joy to know I
can wear something else.”
Thoughtfully Helen hung back the
gowns. She ought to give Laura the
blue one-—give it to her outright. She
could not wear it as it was, and it was
hardly worth a new overskirt.
Had their places been reversed, she
knew that Laura, with her reckless
liberality, would have given it to her
without a thought. But it was always
hard for her to part with her clothes.
Her desire to hold on to things was a
failing that she had constantly to
strive against.
She had hung up the blue gown, but
now she forced herself to take it down
again.
“Laura, I'm going to give you this.
It's selfish to talk of lending it when
I've so many. No, please don’t,” check
ing Laura's effusive thanks. “And
you'll need some satin slippers,” swept
on by her own generosity. ‘I wonder
if I haven't a pair you can wear.”
“It doesn’t matter how soiled they
are.”
“Try these.”
Laura took off her shoe and strug
gled with the slender white slipper. If
Warren could see her now, was Hel
en’'s thoroughly feminine wish,
“No,” ruefully, “I can’t begin to get
it on. I knew I couldn’t,” generously.
“But I can buy slippers, the dress is
the main thing.”
“How'll you carry it? In a box? Or
shall I just wrap it up?”
“Anyway,” heedlessly. “I'm wild
about that knife-plaited skirt. Look,
how full it is! Oh, that can’t be half
past ten!”
“That’'s all right. Warren'll take
you to the car.”
“No, he won’'t. I'm not a bit afraid.
Oh, that paper's good enough. Don’t
worry about the bundle, I don’t care
what it looks like.”
When she was ready to go, in spite
of her protests, Warren insisted on
going to the car.
At the elevator she kissed Helen
gratefully. :
_“1 can't tell you how much this
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Left alone, Helen went straight to
the hall closet and again took out the
gowns. Throwing them on the bed in
her room, she began to try them on.
Turning on a stronger light, with
pitiless scrutiny she noted every de
fect. Her features were as good and
her profile more delicate than Laura's,
- but her coloring was less vivid and her
hair less effective.
Helen’s hair had always been a trial,
for it was overfine, clinging and un
compromisingly straight. Shaking it
down, she did it up more loosely and
fluffed it out with a comb. Then, rub
bing her cheeks with her knuckles un
til they glowed, she stood back from
the mirror to get the full-length effect.
In her absorption she had not heard
Warren come in, And now she started
violenty as he appeared at the door
of her room. |
“Mighty fine that Laura's landed ‘
that job. If she can hold that down
for a few months—she’ll be all right.”
“Yes, I'm so glad. She always
loathed stenography,” gathering up the ‘
dresses from the bed in an effort to
hide the one she had on.
“She's got an expressive face, good
film face, I should say. Never saw
her dolled-up before. Makes a big dif
ference. Glad you gave her that
dress, Now hurry up, get those things
put away—it's after eleven.”
He had turned away without having
noticed Helen's gown. But her relief
was only momentary, for he promptly
came back. |
“Say, we'll have to find out when
they run some of those fllms—" Then |
as his glance took in the gown, “What
in thunder! What're you rigging up for
~-this time of night?"
“Oh, nothing,” confusedly., “I just
thought I'd try this on,” unhooking it
with nervous fumbling fingers.
But Warren's keen gaze had pene
trated her flushed confusion.
“Hello, that's it, eh? Thought
Laura looked better in those duds
than you did? Well you are a little
ninny!"
“l know Laura's younger, and [
know they did look better on—" her!
volee broke, |
~ “For the love of Mike! Can you beat
that! See here, if there's one thing
you can't sidestep—it's getting old!
If that's all you've got to worry about
~-you're blame lucky."
“Oh, 1 dread to get old!" passionate
ly. *I can't bear to feel I'm not as—"
Three long strides brought Warren
across the room.
“Look in there!" pushing her un
willingly in front of the mirror,
Against the dark background of his
shoulder, with her flushed cheeks and
rumpled hair, Helen looked young—
amazingly young—twenty at most.
“Not quite ready for the old ladies’
home, eh? Well, as long as your hair
' and teeth stay in—don't worry, Now,
llo&‘l get to bed”
CHARLTON COUNTY HERALD, FOLKSTON, GEORGIA.
The Way of
Man With
Maid
By George Elmer Cobb
A e e e e
(Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.)
“New neighbors, Ezra,” announced
Mrs. Perkins.
“That so? Hope we don’t lose them
as quick as we did the last ones.”
“Maybe that was our own fault,”
submitted his wife. “They sort of
perked up with their stiff city ways
and it nettled me. You was down
with that spell of rheumatism most
of the time and Walden was away at
school. It’s lonesome and dismal to
see the place next door vacant all the
while. Besides, every new family ve
win to stay helps the town. Let us
try and make this new family stay.”
“Who are they?” inquired Mr. Per
kins.
Their name is Purtelle—father,
mother, young lady.”
“Just match us, don't they?” sug
gested Mr. Perkins. “Well, you're the
moving spirit, Janet, and me and the
boy will follow the leader.”
Ned Perkins and his father humbly
took heed to quite a lecture that eve
ning. Mrs. Perkins showed that she
not only had studied out a plan as to
the treatment of their prospective
neighbors, but had pursued certain in
quiries that had resulted in the glean
ing of a good deal of information re
garding them.
“They never lived in a country town
before, I understand,” said Mrs. Per
kins. “Mr, Purtelle has just retired
from business and his wife has worn
herself out with her social duties, fuss
ing for company, I suppose that means.
The girl is just out of school. She is
in love with flowers; chickens, every
thing that grows and runs. They are
real nice people.”
“l don’t doubt it, if you say so.
Janet,” observed her husband. “And
they will be good neighbors.”
“You said a young lady in the fam
ily, eh?” remarked Ned thoughtfully.
“Yes, and you be good to her—them,
Ned,” warned his mother.
“I will, to her—them,” pledged Ned,
with a broad smile.
“Now the city people are slow to
get acquainted with,” went on Mrs.
Perkins. “Don’t intrude yourself. Be
pleasant, but dignified. Show them all
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the kindness you can. Above all, do
everything in your power to set them
in love with the country life. Now,
Ned, do spare enough time from your
athletics and fishing to pay some at
tention to these good people.”
“Mother, mine,” responded Ned with
sunshiny alacrity, “I'll do just that
thing, and as to the fishing—why, I'll
have this Miss—Miss—"
“Miss Edna Purtelle.”
“Yes, Edna a member of the An
glers' club inside of a week!"
“Don’t be too forward, Ned,” warned
his mother.
That evening two big vans loaded
with furniture arrived, and nearly all
night long their drivers were putting
up shades, laying down rugs and get
ting the house generally in order.
It was not until after dusk the next
evening that two mémbers of the Pur
telle family, mother and daughter, ar
rived. Ned was away fishing at the
time, but his mother informed him of
the circumstances upon his return.
“The father must be detained in
town on business,” surmised Mrs. Per
kins, “for he did not come with
them.”
Ned was up bright and early. He
paced around the garden, and then
hearing a swish beyond the fence, man
high, that separated the two res!-
dences, moved towards it. As he tip
toed to look over, an eager, curious
faced girl likewise tiptoed, with tiny
feet resting on the inside stringer
She lifted to him a rosebud vision of
beauty.
“You was peeping, [ was peeping—
oh, dear!"” exclaimed the little maiden
breathlessly, jumping down in confu
sion.
“Then we must be interested in one
another,” suggested Ned.
“Oh, I know!"” fluttered Edna, “they
told me a boy lived next door.”
“Boy!"” began Ned resentfully, and
then audaciously: “I am the boy next
door, little girl." :
Edna pouted charmingly. She was
plucking at a rambler rose vine that
covered the fence, reached over it and
drooped in great fragrant clusters over
into the next yard.
“QOh, dear,” she gasped, “I musn’t do
that!”
“Why not?” he inquired.
“They're your roses.”
“Not at all,” declared Ned unblush--
ingly. “The law on partition fences
out here in the country, is that half of
it belongs to each adjoining tenant
and all that hangs over it.”
“Then-1 can pick all the roses 3
want?”
“Why, certainly, and come over and
get as many more from our side.”
“Oh, I couldn’t do that without ask
ing mother,” demurred Edna, and ran
into the house.
Ned was charmed. More than that,
he was smitten. He managed to be at
his post in the garden immediately aft
er breakfast. He observed Edna look
ing wistfully towards the cherry trees
at the back of the Perkins house.
“I never saw cherries grow before,”
she said wistfully.
“Why don’t you get a basket and
pick some?” he insinuated, “in your
own orchard?”
“Qur orchard?”
“Why, yes. That strip back of you
is free to you. Lot law out in the
country. you know?”
Edna regarded him keenly and sus
piciously, but her face was an inno
cent blank. The audacious fellow did
not explain to Edna that it was a con
tinuation of the Perkins lot that went
around the new neighbor’s domain.
Sle went wild with delight as he
got a stepladder, held the basket and
let her pick the ripe, bursting globes
in “her orchard.” In fact, up till near
ly noon they were together and Ned
forgot all about his fishing.
Later that day a coop of chickens
arrived. Edna called over the fence
to know if Ned couldn’t come over and
get the new arrivals into the clicken
house. This led to an introduction to
Mrs. Purtelle, who showed herself
well pleased with the young man.
“And when will there be some eggs?
When do the chickens lay most?” flut
tered Edna.
“Why—well, night times mostly,” re
ported Ned unflinchingly.
“Then there will be some fresh eggs
for breakfast in the morning!” cried
Edna delightedly ‘
There were, notwithstanding that
Ned had discovered that the imported ‘
brood consisted mostly of roosters. In ;
the morning with a scream of wild joy
Edna discovered nearly two dozen
eggs, surreptitiously placed in the
nests before daylight by the obliging |
Ned
Agaln a day of rare companionship,
Cupid forging the chains closer and
closer as the sunny hours went by.
Then Edna was full of the theme of |
the little chicks. A “setting” was duly
provided for by Ned. |
“And when will the little darlings
be ripe?” inquired the eager novice in
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cold devoted serenity, “with warm
weather, by morning.*
“Oh, I shall be awake at daylight!”
declared the excited enthusiast.
“So will 1I!'” vowed Ned, and was.
At the weird hour of midnight he had
substituted a new brood of their own
for the setting,
Mr. Purtelle arrived at the end of
the week. He stared hard at Edna, as
she introduced Ned, as if he were
some old-time chum. Then there was
a closer acquaintance of the members
of the family all around. One day the
truant pair came home consciously
flustered.
“Ive asked her and I love her,” Ned
told Mr. Purtelle promptly.
~ “Humph!” growled Mr. Purtelle,
good naturedly enough,” and what
about the false pretences of cherries,
eggs and the like?”
“Oh, that shows his kindly disposi
tion, papa!” chirped in Edna. “I saw
through the humbug of his ‘lot law’
and twelve hour chickens all the time,
but he was so obliging—so—so anxious
to please me, that I led him on be
cause—why, because,” acknowledged
the blushing maid, “I—l loved him.”
What He Meant.
Many years ago there was an Ameri
can missionary located among the In
dians in the far West who was of a
hospitable turn of mind. He always
kept hard cider on the premises. If
any one of his widely scattered flock
of Indlans chanced to call upon him,
he would bring them forth a jug of
it. One day a strange Indian called—
one whom he had never seen before—
evidently an unconverted heathen, so
far as Christianity was concerned—
but converted to the consumption of
alcoholic beverages. He, as it turned
out, had been coached after the man
ner of a student at a university. His
acquaintance with English was lim
ited. He opened fire upon the aston
ished missionary thus: “Abraham, Ja
cob, Jonah, Job, Satan, Beelzebub,”
and then paused, evidently expecting
a reply. “What on earth do you
mean?” asked the missionary, he not
having been christened after any of
them, drawing himself up in a digni
fled manner. The Indian pithily re
plied: “I mean cider.”
Distinctly Personal,
In a certain town in the south of
Scotland there dwelt a policeman with
unusually large feet.
One night, after he had retired to
rest, he was disturbed by a noise at
the back of his house, and on going
out to ascertain the cause of it he
found that his garden was overrun by
a number of boys.
Robert angrily demanded what they
wanted, and received the following
reply from one of the urchins as he
disappeared over the garden wall:—
“Oh, we're lukin' for ane o' your
auld butes to mak’ rabbit-hoose wi'."
UGH! GALOMEL MAKES YOU SICK!
CLEAN LVER,AND SOHELS Y Wy
Liven up your sluggish liver! Feel
fine and cheerful; make your work a
pleasure; be vigorous and full of am
bition, But take no nasty, danger
ous calomel, because it makes you
sick and you may lose a day’s work.
Calomel is mercury or quicksilver,
which causes necrosis of the bones.
Calomel crashes into sour bile like
dynamite, breaking it up. That's
when you feel that awful nausea and
cramping.
Listen to me! If you want to enjoy
the nicest, gentlest liver and bowel
cleansing you ever experienced just
take a spoonful of harmless Dodson’s
Liver Tone. Your druggist or dealer
sells you a 50 cent bottle of Dodson’s
Liver Tone under my personal money-
A Matter of Surprise.
“Don’'t you think women ought to
vote?” asked Mr. Meekton’s wife.
“Well, Henrietta, there’s no doubt
in my mind that you ought to vote.
But if your opinion of some of the
other women is correct, I don't see
why you should want to intrust them
with such a responsibility.”
HAD PELLAGRA;
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Hillsboro, Ala.—J. W. Turner, of this
place, says: “I ought to have written
you two weeks ago, but failed to do so.
I got well and then forgot to write you.
I can get @bout like a 10-year-old boy;
you ought to see me run around and tend
to my farm. I can go all day just like I
used to. I am so thankful to know there
is such a good remedy to cure people of
pellagra,
There is no longer any doubt that pel
lagra can be cured. Don’t delay until
it is too late. It is your duty to consult
the resourceful Baughn.
The symptoms—hands red like sunburn,
skin peeling off, sore mouth, the lips,
throat and tongue a flaming red, with
much mucus and choking; indigestion and
nausea, either diarrhoea or constipation.
There is hope; get Baughn’s big Free
book on Pellagra and learn about the
remedy for Pellagra that has at last been
found. Address American Compounding
Co., box 2091, Jasper, Ala., remembering
money is refunded in any case where the
remedy fails to cure. —Adv.,
WILL AERCPLANES STOP WAR
e S i 5 PR
Orville Wright 'ls Moved to Say He
Likes to Think So,
Anyhow.
Did you ever stop to think that
there is a very definite reason why the
present war in Europe has dragged
along for a year with neither side
gaining much advantage over the
other? The reason, as I figure it out,
is aeroplanes, Orville Wright writes |
in Collier’'s. In consequence of the‘
scouting work done by the flying ma
chines, each side knows exactly what
the opposition forces are doing. ‘
There is little chance for one army
to take another by surprise. Napoleon
won wars by massing his troops at un
expected places. The aeroplane has
made that impossible. It has equal
ized information. Each side has such
complete knov%ge of the other’s
movements that Joth sides are obliged
to crawl into trenches and fight by
means of slow, tedious routine rather
than by quick, spectacular dashes.
My impression is that before the
present war started the army experts
expected it to be a matter of a few
weeks or, at most, a few months. To
day it looks as if it might-run into
years before one side can dictate
terms. Now, a nation that may be
willing to undertake a war lasting a
few months may well hesitate about
engaging in one that will occupy years.
The daily cost of a great war is of
course stupendous. When this cost
runs on for years the total is likely to
be so great that the side which wins
nevertheless loses. War will become
prohibitively expensive, And the
scouting work in flying machines will
be the predominating factor, as it
seems to me, in bringing this about.
I like to think so, anyhow.
HOW TO CURE ECZEMA, ITCH
AND ALL SKIN DISEASES
Don't suffer any longer with eczema
or any other skin trouble. Just apply
Hancock’s Sulphur Compound to the
parts affected and it will stop the itch
ing at once and cure the trouble per
manently., Many sufferers from skin
troubles have written us that the Sul
phur Compound cured them after
everything else failed. Mrs, Evelyn
Garst, of Salem, Va., writes: “Three
years ago I had a rough place on my
cheek. It would burn and itch. I was
fearful it might be of cancerous na
ture. I used different preparations,
but nothing helped it. One bottle of
Hancock’s Sulphur Compound cured
me completely.,” To beautify the com
plexion, remove blackheads and
pimples use Hancock's Sulphur Olnt
ment. For sale by all dealers.—Adv.
Baby's Eyes.
Do sound a warning to mothers
about letting tiny babies lie flat. gaz
ing straight at the sky. Unless a
baby is sitting up in its carriage, the
top should always be over its face.
‘back guarantee that each spoonful
will clean your sluggish liver better
than a dose of nasty calomel and that
it won’'t make you sick.
Dodson’s Liver Tone is real liver
medicine. You'll know it next morn
ing, because you will wake up feel
ing fine, your liver will be working,
your headache and dizziness gons,
your stomach will be sweet and your
bowels reguihr. ;
Dodson’s Liver Tone lis entirely
vegetable, - therefore harmless and
cannot salivate. Give it to your chil.
dren. Millions of people are using
Dodson’s Liver Tone instead of dan
gerous calomel now. Your druggist
will tell you that the sale of calomel
is almost stopped entirely here.
The Invitation.
“Hello, Mabel!”
“Oh, hello, George!”
“How are you, Mabel?”
“Just fine! How’re you, George?”
“Same. Say, Mabel, let’s go through
the park this afternoon. What say?”
“Well — ah-ah ahem—l—l—ah—l'm
kind of—well, I'm kind of tired,
George.”
“Then you won't go?”
“I'm so sorry, but, George, you un
derstand just how it is, don’t you,
George, dear?”
“Yes, I guess so. 1 suppose I'll have
to ride with somneone else, then.”
“Ride?”
“Yes; my new eight-cylinder road
ster came this morning.”
“Oh, George! Did it really? Isn’t
that just splendid? Say—ah—George,
I guess I'm not as tired as I thought
I was.”
“Well, I wouldn’t take any chances
if I were you, Mabel. It doesn’t pay.
I'll take someone else.”
“But really, dear, I'm not tired a
bit. Honestly.”
“It’s sweet of you to say that, but I
don’t want to take advantage of your
kindness. Good-by, Mabel.”
Mabel slammed the receiver vicious
ly on the hook. “Darn it!” she mut
tered. “Why didn’t he say so in the
first place?”’—Michigan Gargoyle.
It was a Kansas woman, of course,
who traded the family refrigerator for
a pair of roller skates. A Kansas man
would have dickered for a different
kind of skate.
A deaf-mute is always ready to take
a hand in an argument.
Mother —
Knows What ;s":,@{‘
To Use }9&@* \J
To Give M‘ b‘;
Quick !
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HANFORD'S
Balsam of Myrrh
: ALINIMENT
For Cuts, Burns, :
Bruises, Sprains,
Strains, Stiff Neck,
Chilblains, Lame Back, _
Old Sores, Open Wounds,
and all External Injuries.
Made Since 1846, A 5 Amtod
Price 25¢, 50c and SI.OO
OR WRITE
All Dealers &g punord wis. co
DR. SALTEB;% tl:!I‘Yl': LOTION
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‘TRY THE OLD RELIABLE
\ W|NTERSMITH'3
| CHILLS &
| For MALARIA FEVER
A FINE GENERAL STRENGTHENING TONIC
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A HAIR BALSAM
A toilet preparation of merit,
Helps to eradicate dandruff,
L For Restoring Color and
Ay Beauty toGray or Feded Hair.
NG e Boc. and SI.OO at Druggists.
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» TREATED, usually gives quick
| nnopsv relief, soon removes swelling
| and short breath, often gives entire relief in
| lalofisd?s. Trial treatment sent FRER.
| DR. THOMAS E. GREEN, Successor to Dr,
| H. H. Green's Sens, Box A, Chatsworth, Ga,
S Burbank's im-
SPINELESS CACTUS Burbank's im
tles; forage and fruiting cactus. There is &
limited supply of the Improved varieties for
sale. Send for cat, and price llst. JESSE L
JEWELL, SANTA ROSA, CALIFORNIA,
iI)ON‘T SUFFER WITH HORRID TOOTH
ACHE--Get Graham's Electriec Toothache
| drops, 26¢ a bottle prepald. Most powerful
In'm~dy discov, Agts. wanted, Sells at every
| house. ALFRED GRAHAM CO,, Moultrie, Ga,
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! Ambitious men to open a Cl s
! wm Dyeing and l'reuing”a’hu;'l:.:vlr’y
neighborhood, We teach lnn bow. No capital or
experience necessary. R. L RICHARD, Jacksonville, Fla.
| AGENTS WANTED—Easy Income for active
| men and women selling 50 new household
| nec. Free catl. J. Shiffman, Lakeworth, F'a
l W. N. U, ATLANTA, NO, 35-1915,