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j gla Lady Suffered Until She
JVould Have to Sit Down to
Do Houseworks—Was
Dizzy and Weak.
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If you or* tr«eUe4 with
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Clear Your
Complexion
with Thie
Old Reliable
Remedy—
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ifaravar 21 yean.
60c and f 1.20 Uu bottle
,w« wiuuudyoua bottl. direct.
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Ufuid Compound.
KING PIN
CHEWING u
The tastiest
tobacco you
ever tasted.
OLD SORES, PILES
AND ECZEMA VANISH
Good, Old, Reliable Peterson’s
Ointment a Favorite Remedy.
Dalton, Ga.—Mrs. V. A. Burnett, of
Route 6, says: “I got dowii with my
bock and sides, not able to do my
work. I suffered a great deal. I had
a depressed, blue feeling all the time.
“I couldn’t rest at night X was
nervous. I would be dizzy and just
no-account at all.
“I would have to sit down while
trying to do the housework. It seemed
I couldn’t get my breath. I was afraid
I would get past going altogether.
"I heard of Cardui and began using
It. X could see after a half bottle
it was helplDg me, so I kept It up ...
and soon I was like a new person.
“I knew Cardui did the work, for no
•ther medicine I took ever helped me
as It did. I certainly ciin recommend
. . . Cardui."
This well-known medicine, ■ which
Mrs. Burnett says helped her. Is a
mild, medicinal, purely vegetable tonic,
for over 40 years used by thousands of
women, with similar resultB to those
which this Georgia lady obtained.
Cardui should help you, too. Try It
—Adv.
’’Hod SI ulcers un my legs. Doctor*
wanted to cut off leg. Peterson's Oint
ment cured me."—Wm. J. Nichos, 40 Wil
der Street, Rochester. N. Y.
Get a large box for 00 cents at any
druggist, says Peterson, of Buffalo, N. Y.,
>Int-
FOR WOMEN
to wnifr -
WH«y. DH-TUtTS UVEIt1
regulate and cl»«— Tto mat I
remedy far .woman's agtaial Mto. |
Mount McKinley Sinking.
Mount’McKinley, the Oregon moun
tain, Is sinking with (the weight of
ages. Within the’Inst several years,
when the peak shrugged Its rocky
shoulders In earthquakes, the loftiest
mountain in North America has sub
sided at least fiOO feet from Its origlna!
altitude of 20,400 feet. Such was the
assertion of Herschel C. Parker, geolo
gist and mining engineer, who first
scaled Mount McKinley in 1012.
MOTHER!
“California Syrup of Figs”
Child’s Best Laxative
i Accept “California" Syrup of Fig*
only.—look for .the name California on
the] package, then you are sure your
child Is having the best and most harm
less physic for the little stomach, liver
and ‘bowels'. Children love Its fruity
tasje. ’Full directions on each bottle.
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You must say ‘‘California."—Adv.
Something Wrong.
“trimt guy you seen me wit' just now
Is either a liar or some kind of a nut I”
declared Silk Sli|rt Slick of Twelfth
street.
■‘\Vliatfs the matter wlt’lm?"
turned Nimble the Nick. “He looks nil
right; classy dresser, too."
“Yeah! Hut w'en I asked him how
he made his money he said he earned
It. Wouldn't that twist yell?"—Kan
sas City Star.
WOMEN NEED SWAMP-ROOT
,iThousands of women have kidney and
bladder trouble and never suspect It.
Womens* complaints often prove to be
•lothipg else but kidney trouble, or
re6ull of kidney or bladder disease.
If the kidneys are not in a healthy
condition, they may teause the other or
gans to become diseased.
Pain in the back, headache, loss of am
bition, nervousness, are often times symp
toms of kidney trouble.
Don’t delay starting treatment.
Kilmer’s' Swamp-Root, a physician’s pre
scription, obtained at any drag store, may
be juBt the remedy needed to overcome
such conditions.
Get a medium or large sice bottle im
mediately from any drag store.
However, if you wish first to test this
great preparation send ten cents to Dr.
Kilmer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for a
sample bottle. When writing be sure and
mention-thia papar.—Adr.
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SOMETHING
TO CONFESS
By R. RAY BAKER
that confession torilght. % What Is * iTp~
that’s bothering you? Don't you be-
Liver Pills
W. N. U.. ATLANTA. NO. 24-1920.
Finger-Prints in Babylon.
A group of vuluable historic tablets
from the excavations of the city of
Babylon, bearing dates as far back as
rhree and a half centuries before the
Christian era, >vas recently secured.
Several of the pieces carry the dis
tinct prints of the fingers which mold
ed fhem over 2,000 years ngo.
Crowding the street cars may not b»
right, but a lot of people stand for It
1920, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)
Clifford Niles was worried. It
showed In his speech and his actions.
Signs of nervousness were not lost on
Meda Clemmons. She wondered what
had gone wrong with Clifford, and she
wished she could console him, or try
to, whatever the difficulty.
In the year and a half they had
known each other Meda neyer had
seen Clifford so ill at ease. He wus
a merry-hearted blonde young man,
with eyes that laughed with dancing
blue light, and n mouthful of firm,
white teeth that assisted in the opera
tion—and he had seemed to shed all
trouble as oilcloth sheds water. He
was assistant cashier in the bank of
which Mr. Clemmons was president;
and that is how he happened to meet
Meda. She was anxious for Clifford
to tell her his troubles, but she would
not ask him. Several times he ap
peared on the point of unbosoming
himself, for he leaned forward In his
chair, and ills eyes uttered words that
seemed preliminary to unfolding a se
cret ; but he switched the' subject be
fore giving even an inkling ns to the
nature of the subject, and talked of
plain, everyday matters, which disap
pointed Meda, nevertheless did not dis
courage her.
She knew things soon were to reilch
a climax, for Clifford had been acting
this way for a week and each time
she saw him It was evident “the nerv-
s strain hnd become aggravated.
So the particular evening with which
we have to deal passed uneventfully.
She played nnd sang for him, . and
they tried their hand at crlbhnge.’and
he went home at ten o’clock.
When he opened the door to leave
he stood hesitatingly, with one hand
on the knob, moving one foot restless
ly, nnd made believe the secret was
about to be divulged.
“Meda.” he said, rattling the knob
and looking from her, “there is some
tiling that has been preying on my
blind for weeks—something serious,
hnve a confession to make, and I—
but, on second thought, I don’t believe
I can tell you tonight. Good-night”
And he was gone, while she stood
open-mouthed and wondering.
The next evening at the dinner ta
ble Medu’s father acted queerly. H«
upset the sugar once nnd spilled his
coffee, and during the meal spoke
scarcely a word.
“What’s the matter, Samuel?'
wife inquired solicitously. “Has some
thing gone wrong at the bank?”
‘‘Oh, nothing much,” he returned,
but did not vouchsafe an explana
tion.
“Goodness I It’s catching,” Meda
told herself ns she left the table and
went Into the library to read. Some
where she hnd mislaid her handker
chief, nnd she went back toward the
dining room presently to look for It.
Her parents remained seated at the
table, nnd her father was speaking In
low tones, hut his words were perfect
ly audible to Medn. They hnd not
honrd her npproach, so she crept out
of their range of vision and listened.
“You must not breathe a word of
this to a soul,” her father was saying.
“It’s n very serious matter. If it got
nbout town It might‘cause a critical
situation—might even result In a run
on the bank, i It doesn't take much to
start such a thing, you know."
Meda waited eagerly and anxiously
for the next words.
"The fact Is somebody has got away
with ten thousand dollars,” Mr. Clem
mons continued. ‘‘We discovered It
this morning, and only the directors
and myself know 4t—except, of course,
the person who has the ten thousand.'
“Do you suspect anyone?" his wifi
inquired.
“Yes, although we have no evidence.
We have a detective working on the
case now, and have hopes the mystery
will be solved and matters straight
ened up without publicity.”
Medn crept away to her room,
where -she threw herself on the bed
and wept.
“Poor Cliff 1” she sobbed. *!To think
he has got into such a mess. But
T’ll not go back on him—not even If
he goes to prison. He wouldn’t delib
erately steal. He must have needed
money badly and Intended to pay It
hack.”
The girl slept little that night, and
In the morning was up early. She
could scarcely wait until evening for
Clifford was to call at 8 o’clock. She
was fearful he might leave town or
he arrested In the meantime, so she
called him oh the phone and received
assurance he would be on hand.
Eight q’clock came, and Clifford was
punctual, although appearing as wor
ried as ever, or more so. They start
ed a cribbage game In the library
while Mr. and -Mrs. Clemmons shut
themselves In the living room.
“It’s got to come tonight,” Meda
decided, shuffling the cards.
Before either bad rounded the board
once they tossed their hands on the
table
•1 don’t feel like playing,” said
Meda
“Neither do I," he agreed, and they
went to the piano. However, Meda
was unable to get through the first
selection. She had developed a case
>f nerves as intense as the one that
gripped Clifford.
Suddenly she left the piano, stood
up and confronted him.
, “Cl*ff, M she said, placing her hands
on his shoulders, and looking him in-
• entlj In the eyes, “you’ve got to make
Uevd you cpn trust me—with any
crets. no matter what?”
Clifford smiled, something after h!s
old/.manner. .
“Certainly, Meda I can trust you;
and I’m going to make, the confes
sion, tob. I’ve gpt to get it off my
mind. It’s just this ”
Meda I said her mother’s voice
from the living room. “Can you come
here a moment?”
She excused herself, and left him
standing by the piano.
The blow’s going to fall,” 'she mur
mured, hurrying to the living roqm.
Probably they’re going to take him
to jail right now.”
Her father was seated In his easy
chair, with her mother close by.
Meda,” her father began, without any
preliminary remarks, “something seri
ous has occurred at the bank. I feel
that you ought to know what It Is,
especially since the thing has been
settled.
The fuct Is ten thousand dollar*
was taken by a trusted employee; but
he has confessed and resigned, and
there will be nothing done about It,
although he Is lenvlng town.”
Meda breathed easier. It was some
relief to know Cliff would not be sent
to prison.
‘I rely on you not to mention this
to Clifford,” Mr. Clemmons went on.
I Just received a phone call that made
matters clear, and the directors told
me their plan, which I approved.”
Medn was trembling. She gulped
two or three' times, and managed to
stammer: >
“Who is the guilty one?”
“Swanson the receiving teller. He
had been playing stocks, and simply
borrowed the money to make good
on a deal. On account of his faith
ful service he will Dot be Imprisoned.
Gilbert, one of the directors, has of
fered to make good for him, and Swan-
Bon has promised to work hard- in
some other city and pay lilrm buck.”
Meda’s heart felt lighter ns she hur
ried back to Clifford, who remained
standing near the piano, mopping his
brow with a handkerchief.
“Meda,” he said, firm resolution In
his tones, placing his hands on her
shoulders: “I’m going to ponfess at
once. It’s just this—I love you. Its
worried me for some time, because I
was afraid the affection was not re
turned. It took a lot of nerve to tell
you, but—there it’s out.”
She laughed joyously.
“Be reassured, Cliff dear,” she told
him softly, and her arms found their
way about his shoulders. “I love
you, too, you see."
HAS MUCH OF OLD SPLENDOR
Interior of Famous Church of St. So-
phia (Greatly Impressed Noted
English Divine.
Dr. Nornmn Macleod, chaplain to
Queen Victoria, and the editor of
Good Words” from 1860 to 1872, vis
ited Constantinople In 1866 and writes
of his visit In that magazine. He says
of the church of St. Sophia that he
saw nothing Imposing in Its massive
exterior, which gives the impression
simply of vast size, but its interior, in
spite of the decay of Its minute j|e-
talls nnd the absence of all furniture,
In qpcordnnce with the simplicity of
Moslem worship, is one of the grand
est nnd most stately In the world. The
pillars of porphyry and marble, some
of which once belonged In all proba
bility to the temple of Diana ht Ephe
sus. the roof of mosaic, greatly de
faced, It Is true, but yet as a whole
retaining much of Its ancient splen
dor, the vast galleries formerly occu
pied by women only, impressed him
deeply. He mentions the noble space
afforded for worshipers on the floor,
and says that 30,000 people' could be
accommodated within the walls. “It
would be a grand church to preach In,"
he adds. His Moslem guide pointed
out what he called a large portrait of
Constantine in mosaics, but white
washed over so as to be but dimly per
ceived. “It Is not unlike the picture
by Clnmbue In St. Mark’s in Venice;
It seems to keep possession of the
church through all changes.”
DODSON WARNS
CALOMEL USERS
You Cannot Gripe, Sicken, or Salivate Yourseif if You
Take “Dodson’s Liver Tone” Instead
Calomel salivates I It’s mercury.
Calomel acta like dynamite on a slug
gish liver. When calomel comes Into'
contact with sour blle> It crashes Into
It, causing, cramping and nausea.
If yon feel billons, headachy, con
stipated and all knocked out, just go
t. your druggist and get a bottle of
Dodson’s Liver Tone for a few cents,
which 1* harmless vegetable substi
tute for dangerous calomel. Take a
spoonful and If It doesn't start your
liver and straighten yon up better and
quicker than nasty calomel and with
out making you sick, you just go back
and gfet your money.
If you take calomel today you'll ba
aick and nauseated tomorrow; bo
sides, it may salivate yon, while If
yon take Dodson's Liver Tone yon will
wake np feeling great, full of amblJ'
tlon, and ready for work or play. It's
harmless, pleasant and safe to give
to children; they like It—Adv.
The Proper Place.
“I say Pat did you Impress that
mustard plaster on your mind?”
“No, sor, on the back of me neck.”
Bore Byes, Blood-Shot Byes, Watery Byes,
Sticky Byes, all healed promptly with night
ly applications of Roman Bye Balsam.—Adv.
The Likeness.
“The fine new house that promoter
has built himself Is* standing on a
bluff.” “So Is he.”
No Soap Better
For Your Skin——
Than Cuticura
Imp »*, Ohtmmt ZS ud Me, T*lmw 21c.
His Knees Shook
Alabama Farmer m Poor Condition Wat Wonderfully
Helped by Ziron Iron Tonic
T HIS Alabama farmer, Mr. C. R.
Canfield, residing on Route 1, out
from PLsgah, hod been suffering
from general dellblty. He writes that
he got so weak he “just trembled all
the time.”
“When I would stand,” says Mr.
Canfield, “I felt so weak my knees
shook. I grew thin, my flesh flabby, my
skin muddy. I dreaded to eat.
T had taken and taken and taken
remedies. Finally a neighbor said: ‘I
believe Ziron will help you.’
“I tried It—kept it up, and very sooa
there was a change. I grew stronger.
Now I’m Just wonderfully helped. My
present health is better than it hafc
been in two or three years.”
The happy results obtained by tbosa
who have taken Ziron, suggest that
you, too, may profit by following their
example.
Ziron is a scientific combination of
pure medicinal inorganic Iron, phos
phorus, the active principle of mix
vomica and the hypophosphltes, of
lime and soda. It will help add more
red cOTpuscle* to your blood, putting
more vitality In your system.
- Sold at your druggist’s on a money-
back guarantee. Ask him about it
Gently 8arcastic.
At half-past eleven Mr. Stone re
tired. In a few minutes the telephone
rang, and he hurried downstairs to find
that there was no one on the line. He
had Just snuggled Into his warm bed
when the telephone rang again, and
he answered it a second time.
It proved to be a man who wished
to Interest him In a new automobile.
When the conversation was ended, the
caller said, “I hope I have not incon
venienced you?”
“Not at all,” said Mr. Stone. “I was
sitting right In front of the telephone
thinking that some one might call me
up.”—Youth's Companion.
King Govern* Marriage*.
Spanish diplomats are forbidden to
marry without royal permission by a
decree published In the Official Ga
zette. If this order Is disregarded
the offending person will .be suspended
from office and his wife will be ex
cluded from diplomatic privileges. •
The object of the decree- is to pre
vent diplomats marrying women with
out means or of undesirable reputa
tion. Similar rules are applied in
the case of naval and military officers
and noblemen.
Of Travel.
It is a strange thing that in sea
voyages, where there is nothing to be
seen but sky and sea, men should
make diaries; but in land-travel,
wherein so much is to be observed,
for. the most pat*t they omit It; as if
chance were fitter to be registered
than observation. Let diaries there
fore be brought in use. . . . Let him
carry with him also some card or book
describing the country where he
traveleth; which will be a good key
to his Inquiry. . . . Let him not stay
long In one city or town; more or less
as the place deserveth, but not long;
nay, when he stayeth In one city or
town, let him change his lodging from
one end nnd part of the townAo an
other; which Is a great adamant of
acquaintance.—Lord Bacon.
Wonderful “Balance Rock."
One of the most interesting pecul
iarities of the natural attractions of
the section and which is visited by
almost every tourist Is that of “Bal
ance Rock,'’ on the “turnpike” at
Camden, on the road to Lincolnvlllo.
This huge boulder sits directly on end
some 30 feet In the air. This is one
of the 12 largest boulders of this kind
in the United States and is widely
known as “Balance rock.”
This rock is a relic of the glacial
period without doubt, and Is almost
alone on otherwise flat and smooth
ground. It Is the original “only peh
ble on the beach” and for centurie
has balanced Itself and guarded thn>
section of the lake, Vying only wit)
Malden cliff In point of popularity.
No Buried Trouble.
“Did you see where a man some
where used a cemetery for making
moonshine whisky and got raided?”
“In going there he certainly made a
grave mistake."
Its Identity.
“Rip Rumble Is a—heel hee! heel—
wag!” chuckled old Riley Rezzldew of
Petunia. “He told me he was going
to Kay See for a surgical operation—
anyhow, he guessed likely he’d have
his pocketbook removed.”
“We do not see anything especially
waggish to that statement,” returned
the able editor of the Weekly Palla
dium. “Knowing Ripley as we do,
and having been In Kansas City sev
eral times, onrself, we consider It a
plain and plausible presentation of a
perfectly probable possibility.”—Kaa«
sas City Star.
Going the Limit.
The even party was over, atm
most of the guests had gone, so the
story goes. As one young man took
leave of the hostess the lady said:
‘Tm sorry you found Miss Biggie a
poor conversationalist.”
“Poor conversationalist!” exclaimed
the guest. “She’s absolutely the limit!
Why the only thing she said to me dur
ing the entire evening was ‘No,’ nnd
I hnd to propose to her to get that
out of her.”
Their Native Locality.
“I see they are eating camels in
Paris.” “Do they serve them for the
desert?”
Vanity in early rising does not abate
Itself because Its earliness is due only
to an inability to sleep.
ACoffee-like
ever ape
in flawr and appearance
Instant
Fbstum
but Postum is different be
cause It contains no health-
disturbing, drug.
A saver in mam
y ways.
*T/tejre's a Reason'
Made by Postum. Cereal Co.,
Battle Creek,Mich.
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