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Advice to the Lovelorn A RAMBLE WITH EULOGIA A Love Story of the Old Spanish Missions By Gertrude Atherton By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. I THINK HE DOES. TAEAR MISS FAIRFAX: U 1 am in love. I met a young man sirfne five years ago, who paid attention to me. hut I did not give him much encourage- ment. as 1 am a little backward. I strayed from him, and every time he knew 1 was around he would make his appearance, but 1 still never gave him any hope. It came to me one day that I loved him I wrote him and explained all, and told him I would be In the same city he «u in. He came to see me and said I did no harm in writing him. On account of my backwardness. I can not show him my love. Do you not think this man loves me and that when he sees It he will show hln love? a. p. a. o. Under the influence of the romance# of Dumas, Eulogia is in love with Juan. The match, however, does not receive the approval of Dona Pom posa. who. while Juan Is serenading her daughter, pours hot ashes upon his head This drives him away and Eulogia promises that she will have no more sweethearts until she is six teen years of age. When her sixteenth birthday, ar rives Eulogia is taken to a party by her mother and there meets Don Pablo Ignestria, who she at first dis dains but later asks to return to her | city after he has been called away. While she awaits anxiously his ar rival she hears that he has been mar ried to a former sweetheart. Her mother then urges her to marry Don Hudson, the rich American, hut Eulo- gia demurs, saying that nothing is .. f __ known of him and that she does not He tried to he attentive to you for , „ he hlm 8h , has Ralhered m , 1( .h five years, and you discouraged him w j Hdom from the reading of Dumas. Under the circumstances, I think nls and as „he applies this to Don Hud persistence proves he thinks a great deal of you. Don't writ* him again. The next irtep is up to him. GO TO HER FATHER. D B 1\ son, her mother is angry. Now Go on With the Story. MISS FAIRFAX: have been going with a young girl for about two years Her father objects to my going with her under any circumstances and wliPhes her to go with another young man whom she dislikes very much. I have always loved her and always will For a w hile 1 thought Bhe cared for mo a lit - tie, but they have moved into n- other town, and it seems as If she has forgotten me and is going with other young men (I think against her will). I have not been with other girls since 1 met her, and It seems as If I can’t forget her. I don't intend trying to love any otlMsr girl on earth If her love proves untrue. What would you do under the circumstances? BROKEN ARROW Her father’s objections must be overcome, and you can’t overcome them until you know' what they are. Oo to him like a man. and tell him what you have told me. If you ( j.ti win him. It will be easy to win the girl. PERHAPS SHE FLIRTS. T^EAR MISS FAIRFAX U Pm In love wdth a girl She doesn’t seem to reciprocate my regard for her. My brother ai d 1 go to see this girl By -ome strange fate we have kept on friendly terms How long this will last, I can’t say. This girl went away recently, and sent us a card. She told him how much she missed him and specified the time of her return as “to-morrow afternoon.’’ She informed me of the fact that she had received my card and “sup posed” she’d get home "to-mor row." Difference, isn’t there ’ LOVELORN. Her cards sound as if she wants to keep both of you on her waiting list HtftAd aside and give your brother a chance If that doesn’t suit her she will soon let you know. But. don’t, I let love for this girl come be tween you and him. DON'T MARRY WITHOUT LOVE. D ear miss Fairfax: 1 am nineteen and crazy in love with a man twenty-three. For four months lie .was devoted to me, showing by bis manner he loved me, but never mentioning a word He then went away and we corresponded. He said be would be ready to be marired in three years and asked me mv future in tentions At last he quit writing. Lately 1 met a wealthy man who wants me to marry him. but 1 do not love him. 1 love ‘the other man, who is poor. BROWN EYES. The first man may be waiting till he is financially able to cure for vou. You are only nineteen. Wait a little longer, and don’t make the tragic mistake of marrying a man you do not love. NOT THE WAY TO BEHAVE. r^EAR MISS FAIRFAX I am twenty-five years of age and engaged to a young lady one year my Junior. Before our. engagement she had kept com pany with a young man for al most one year, but forsook him for me. Now’ that he is paying attention to her again, not know ing that we are engaged, do you think it proper for her to allow kikni to kiss her as before? l)o you think she is treating either one of us right? She always tells me what transpires between her and her old friend. .T. J J. No. she should not allow him to kiss her; and if you ar« wise you will insist on announcing your en gagement. or at least letting him Know it. The girl is not treating either of you fairly. DON’T TRY. D ear miss fair fa x I am a young lady of sefen- teen summers, and 1 have been keeping company with, a young man of twbnty-two summers. I had learned to love him very much, but he has turned his back upon me and has been keeping company with a young lud\ of the same place and 1 would like to know how I can win him. . , TROUBLED. To win him buck would require energy and time that could »b»* bet ter invested in your books. Do you not know, my dear that a lover, w ho ■needs winning “back’’ is not worth winning? A MATTER OF TASTE. T~\EAR MISS FAIRFAX * When you take a girl to the theater i« it proper to buy her flowers.’ If so. what flower would be. suitable? J. W. If tnan can afford them, flow'ers a «- a thoughtful and pretty r* membrane, In making a selection he should con sider her taste. CASTOR IA For Infant* and Children The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Huature of r TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. “Dost thou never intend to marry?" demanded Dona Pomposa one day as she stood over the kitchen stove stirring red peppers into a saucepan full of lard. Eulogia was Hitting on the table, swinging her small feet “Why do you wish me to marry? 1 am well enough as I am Was Elena t’astanares so happy wdth the man who was made for her that I should hasten to be a neglected wife? Poor my Elena! Four years, and then consump tion and death. Three children and an indifferent husband, who was dying of love when he could not get her!" “Thou thlnkest , of unhappy mar riages because thou hast just heard of I Elena’s death But there are many j others." j “Did you hear of the present she left her mother?" "No." Dona Pomposa dropped her spoon; she dearly loved a bit of gossip. “What was it?" “You know that a year ago Elena went home to Los Quervos and begged of Koberto and Dona .faeoba on her knees to forgive her, and they did, and were glad to do it. 'Dona Jaeoba was with her when she was so ill at the last, and just before she died Elena said, ’Mother, In that chest you will find a legacy from me. It is all of my.own that I have in the world, and 1 leave it to you. Do not take it until I am dem! And what do you think it was? The green hide reata!” "But Jaeoba must have felt as If she were already in Purgatory?” “It Is said that she grew ten years older in that night." Marry an American. May the saints he praised, my child I can leave me no such gift. But all men are not like.Carlo t’astanares 1 would I have thee marry an American They j are smart and know how to keep the j gold. Remember, 1 have little now. anti thou cunst not be young forever." "1 have seen no American 1 would I marry." "There is Don Abel Hudson." “1 do not trust that man. His tongue and his face are handsome, but always when I meet him I feel a little afraid, j lit hough it goes away in a minute. The Senor Dumas says that’s a woman’s Instincts”— “To perdition with Senor Dumas! Does he say that a child's instincts are bet ter than her monther's? Don Abel throw's away the. money like the rocks. He has the best horses at the races. He tells me he lias a house in Verba Buena" "San Francisco. And 1 would not live in that bleak and sandy waste. Did you notice how he limped at the ball last night?” “No. What of that? But 1 am not in love with Don Hudson if thou art so set against him It is true that no one knows Just who lie is. now 1 think of it I had not made up my mind that he was the husband for thee. But let it be an American. My Eulogia Even when they have no money they ■will work for it. and that is what no Californian will do" Will Be an Old Maid. Hunting a Husband By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER. A man had crawled out of the bush near them, hung limp at his side. His face was black with powder, one arm B UT Eulogia had run out of the room. she rarely listened to her niovher’s harangues She draped a reboot* about her head aVid went over to the house of Gradosa la Cruz. Her friend was sitting by her bedroom window trimming a yellow satin bedspread with iaee, and Eulogia took up a half finished sheet and began fastening the drawn threads into an intricate pattern. “Only ten days more, my Gradosa.’ she said, mischievously. Art thou going to run hack to thy mother in thy night gown, like Joseflta Olvera?" "Never will 1 he such a fool. Eulogia. I have a husband for thee "To the tunnel of the mission with l-sbands! I shall be an old maid like Aunt Anastucia, with black w hiskers." Gradosa laughed “Thoti wilt marry ajid have ten children." "By every station in the mission 1 will not! Why bring more women into the world to suffer" "Ay. Eulogia! Thou art always say ing things I cannot understand that thou shouldst not think about marry ing. But l have a husband for three. He came from Los Angeles this morn ing and is a friend of my Carlos. His name is not so pretty Thomas Garfias no. There he rides now." Eulogia looked out of the window’ with little curiosity. A small young man was riding down the street on a superb horse, colored like golden bronze with silver mane and tail His saddle was heavily mounted with silver, and his spurs were inlaid with gold and sil ver. The straps of the latter were work ed with gleaming metal threads. He Wore a light red set ape, heavily embroidered and fringed Ills boots, of soft deerskin dyed a rich green and stamped with Vzlfi eagles, were tied at the knee by a white silk cord wound about the leg. finished with heavy sil ver tassels. His short breeches were trimmed with gold lace As he caught Graciosa's eye. ' he raised his sombrero, then rode through the open door of the neighboring saloon and tossed off an American drink without dismounting from his horse. Eulogia lifted her shoulders. "1 like his saddle ami his horse. But he is too small. Still, a new man is not disa greeable When shall 1 meet him?" 'To-night, my Eulogia. He goes With us to Miramar." The Night of the Ball. A PARTY of young people started that night for a ball at Miramar, tb* home of Don Polycarp Quijas. Many a calbellero had asked the lady of his choice to ride on his saddle while he rode the less comfortable auqueta be hind. and guided bis horse with his arm as near her waist as he dared. Dona Pomposa w.itli n small brood under her wing, started last of all in the American wagon. The night was calm, the moon was high, the party very gay Abel Hudson and the new-comer. Don Thomas Garfias. sut on * ither side of Eulogia. and she amused herself at the expense of each. "Don Thomas says that he is hand somer than the men of San Luis,!' she said to Hudson. "Do not you think he is right? See wlmt a beautiful curl his mustachios have, and what a droop his eyelids! And Holy Mary! how that yel low ribbon becomes his hair! Ay. senor! Why have you come to dazzle the eyes of the poor girls of San Luis Obispo?” "Ah. senortta." said thp- little dandy, "it will do their eyes good to see an elegant,yming man from the city. And they should see my sister! She would ,teach them how to dress and arrange their hair." "Bring her to teach us. senor. and for reward we will find her ,t tall and modest husband, such as the girls of San Luis Obispo admire. Don Abel,- why do you not boast of your sisters? Have you none—nor mother, nor father, nor brother" I never heard you speak of them Maybe you grew alone lout of the earth." Hudson’s gaze wandered to the canon they w’eer approaching. "1 am alone, senorita. a lonely man in a strange land.” “It Is Kind of You.’’ "Is that the reason why' you are such a traveler, senor? Are you nevAr afraid in. your long, lonely rides over the mountains, of that dreadful bandit— .John Powers, who murders whole fam ilies for the sack of gold they have under the floor, i hope you always carry plenty of pistols, senor." The muscles in the American's hand some face seemed to swell out for an instant. “True dear senorita," he exclaimed. "It is kind *;f you to put me on my guard. I had never thought of this man." “This devil, you mean. When last J night 1 saw you come limping into the >m ‘Marie!*’ "Dios de mi vida!" "Cieo By Ella it heeler Wilcox A S we journey' along, with a laugh and a song. \Ve see on youth’s flower-decked slope. Like a beacon of light, shining fair on the sight, The beautiful Station of Hope. But the wheels of old Time roll along as we climb. And »mr youth speeds away on the year?*; And with hearts that are numb with lift’s sorrows, we coin* To the mist-covered Station of Tears Still onward we pass, where the milestones, a.as! Are tiie tombs of our dead, to the West Where glitters and gleams, in the dying .sunbeams. The eweet, silent Sta.ion of Res’ A rest ; s b it change, and no grave can estrange The soul from it' 1 Parent above: And, s ;ornin* h* rod. j* wars back to its God. To the limitless Pity of Love H “Ay yi, yi, Dios!" mi alma!" "Dios di Santo!" A wheel had given way and the par ty was scattered about the road. Np one was hurt, but loud wore the lamentations. No Californian had evel* walked six miles, and the wheel was past repair. But Abel Hudson came to the rescue. "Leave it to me.’’* he said. "I pledge myself to get you there," and he went off in the direction of a ranch house. "Ay! The good American, the good American!" cried the girls. “Eulogia! Ho\v cans* thou be so cold to him - the handsome stranger with the kind heart ?" Abel Was Standing. IS heart is like the Sacramento Valley, veined w ith gold instead of blood. What is he bringing? The wagon of the country!" Abel Hudson was standing erect on the low floor of tlie wagon behind two strong black mules. The wagon was a clumsy affair, a large wooden frame covered with raw hide and set upon a heavy axle. The wheels were made of solid stumps of trees, and the harness of green hide. An Indian boy sat astride one of the mules. On either side rode a vasquero with his reata fastened to the axle tree. "This is the best 1 can do,” said Hud son. "There is probably not another American wagon between San Luis and Miramar. Do you think you can stand it?" The girls shrugged their pretty shoul ders. The men swore into their mus tachios. Dona Pomposa groaned at the prospect of a long ride in a springless wagon. But no one was willing to re turn and when Eulogia jumped lightly in they all followed, and Hudson placed them as comfortably as possible, al though they were obliged to sit on the j floor. The wagon jolted down the canon, the mules plunging, the vaqueros shouting; but the moon glittered like a silvered snow peal:, the wild, green forest was about them, and even Eulogiikgrew sen timent.<i. as Abel Hudson’s blue eyes bent over hcr’s and his curly head cut off Dor; a Pom post's view. ,, Used to Pretty Speeches. ‘•Dear senorita,” he said, “thy tongue is very sb; rp, but tj^ou hast a kind heart. Hast thou no place in it for^Abel Hudson?” “In the sala. senor, where many oth ers are received with mamma anti Aunt AnasiaetA sitting in the comer." Ho laughed. "Thou wait always jest, but 1 will take all the rooms and turn everyone out, even to Dona Pomposa ar>d Dona Anas.lacUt!” “And leave me alone with t^hee! How 1 should yawn!’ "Oh. yes, Dona Coqiie.Ua, 1 am useo to such pretty little speeches. When Ilu.u y.ukLst Ixsinjo sawn ! wouiri rijie j is b ' e ca „ ert away, and thu- woul.dsi be glad to see* me when .I returned." "What wouldst thou bring me from the mountains, senor?" He looked at her Steadily., "Gold, .sen orita l know' of many rich veins. I have a little-canyon suspected by no one else where I pick out a sackful of gold every day. Gold makes the life of a beloved wife very sweet, ..senorita." All Were Wet. drove up to Miramar amid high laugh ter and rattling jests. Dona Luisa Quijas, a handsome, shrewd-looking woman, magnificently j gowned in yellow satin, the glare and j sparkle of jewels on her neck, came \ out upon the corridor to meet them. “What is this? In a wagon of the country! An accident? Come in, quick! quick! I will give you clean clothes. Trust these girls to take care of their gowns. Mary! What wet feet. Quick! Quick! This way. or you will have red noses to-morrow." and she led them down the corridor, past the windows. ■ through which they could see the ! dancers in the sala, and opened the* door of her new bedroom. "There, my children, help your selves." And she i idled out the ca pacious drawers of her chest. “All is at your service." She lifted out an armful of dry under clothing, then went ' to the door of an adjoining room and listened with her hand uplifted. “Didst thou have to lock him up’ asked Dona Pomposa. as she drew on a pair of Dona Luisa’s silk stockings. •Yes! Yes! And such a time, my friend. Thou knowest he swore after I fooled him the last time, that I should never have another ball. I was neAer meant to be bothered with a hupband, and have I not given him throe chil dren, twenty times handsomer than him self? Is that not enough 0 By the soul of St Luis, the Bishop, I will continue to promise, and then get absolution at the mission, but I will not perform. Well, he was furious, my friend; he had spent a sack of gold on that ball, and he swore 1 should never have another. So [his lime I invited my guests and told him nothing. At seven to-rdghi I per suaded him into his room and locked the door. But Diego had forgotten to screw down the windov/ and he got out. I could not get him back. Pomposa, and his big nose was purple with rage. He swore that he would turn every guest away from the door, he swore that he would be taking a bath on the corridor when they came up, and throw insults in their faces. Ay, Pomposa! 1 went down on my knees. I thought I should not have my bull—such cakes as I had made and such salads, bu; Diego saven me. He went into Don Polycarpo’s room and cried "Fire!" Of course the old man ran there and then w - e locked him in. J3iego had screwed down .the win dows first. What have I done to be punished with him? “Thou art too handsome and too cruel, my Luisa. But in truth he is an old | wild cat. The Saints be praised that j he is safe for the night! Did he swear?" I “Swear! He has cursed the skin off his coat, and is quiet now. Home, my little one, art thou ready? The eahal- leros are dry in Diego’s clothes by this time and waiting for their waltzes,” and she drove them through the door into the salon with a triumphant smile on her dark, sparkling face. r To Be Continued To-morrow. Humanisms \ misfit truth is the worst of all lies. Fite average woman is the stage. a good actress A good neighbor is as great a blessing : a bad one isn't. The po< Were ‘In truth. l should like the gold bet ter than myself, senor." said Eulogia frankly. “For, if thou wilt have the truth—ay! Holy Heaven! -this is worse than the other!” A lurch, splash and the party wi-th shrill cries sprang to their feet; the low cart was filling with water. They had le f t the canyon and were crossing a slough; no one had remembered it would be high tide. The girls, without an instant's hesi tation. whipped their gowns up. but their feet were wet. and their skirts were draggled They made light of it. how ever, as they did of everything, and a man is the less likely he grafter. Men ai- reasonably certain about the age of a woman of uncertain age. For every patient that swears by a doctor at least a dozen swears at him. Occasionally a couple marry and live happily ever after they are divorced. “NHE ten days before Robert May nard's wedding passed dully and monotonously for Beatrice Minor. Helen Robbins had changed her plans about coming to town, although she would run in for the wedding, she ex plained when the widow telephoned her. Pleasanton was so lovely In its autumn foliage that she and John had decided to stay on indefinitely. She appended to this announcement an invitation to her friend to run out for a few days and enjoy the brilliant October weather. Helen never held resentment long, and had evidently forgotten her recent tele phonic snub. But Beatrice declined the invitation hastily. She did not want to visit Helen’s country house just now-. She had time to regret her precipi tate refusal during the following days. At the end of a week her loneliness and isolation were telling on her nerves. The children had returned to kinder garten. and when school hours were over they played out-of-doors with some older children, with whom they were safe. Walked for Duty’s Sake. Much of their mother’s time was spent in the apartment with only Mary for company. Each afternoon she went out for a walk from a sense of duty, and, once, Dr. Haynes came hy ar.d took her for a short spin into AYestchester. but he was busy and she saw him sel dom. She read until her eyes ached, ar.d sewed until they smarted again. She listened to her children’s prattle when they were in the house, and. when they were absent, to Mary’s gossip concern ing the other families with whom she had lived. She rose in the morning with no thrill f anticipation and went to bed at night with gratitude that in sleep, at least, she would have peace. The monotonous life of a great city where site seemed just now to have no fr er.ds whom she cared to sec. oppressed h©r. and ‘ometimes Die longed for the summer cays in Pleasanton, where, at rrast. something interesting had hap pened. Lacy Wrote Less Often. Keith Lacy wrote her less often than his role of an ardent lover would war- tar, t, but his bright letters were an evert in the woman’s humdrum life She answered then; gladly and with nmie warmth than she might have used i:ad she been less idle and depressed. She even mistook her’loneliness for a desire to sec her absent suitor. As for Paul Maynard. Beatrice knew' that lie was improving slowly, and that he would not be severely disfigured. That was all. Twice when she called up his nurse'at the hospital Dr. Yeager had taken the attendant’s place at the telephone, and, the second time, had given such brusque replies to her fal tered queries that she hung the receiver up, flushed and angry with the deter mination in her Heart to forget Paul, wholly and forever. This she tried to persuade herself she had done, yet she would sit motionless, with her book or -sewing lying idle in her lap. for a half-hour at a time, a wistful, abstracted look on her face, and her thoughts on the man she was try ing to forget. Beatrice had thought at first that she would net attend Robert Maynard’s marriage, but as days crawled by and her life grew duller, she began to think of the wedding, of the people «he would see there, and, still more, of the dress she might wear upon ti occasion. She had a litle money le from her fire insurance, and, though she had resolved to put it away in the bank, the thought of the new cos tume she might purchase with it was too much for her resolution. 1 come|, me to see you and urge you to i our wedding." Beatrice assured her that she int ed to be present at the ceremony ** •I have never hail a chance to th , you,” iirattled on the bride-el,*., .7?, your kindness to my dear hoy *1 past. He has spoken of you very r.f, 1 "I am sure that Mr. Maynard J? me fully for whatever kindness I ” ever able to show him,” replied the ow, enigmatically. “He is the dearest man in the w or uJ declared Miss Damerel. sentimental "The best and the truest.” '•■ “A woman should always feel about the man she is going t 0 my dear,” replied Beatrice gently. ■;l Sat Alone Thinking. When the happy girl had gone tij lonely woman sat for a time in the dutt.1 thinking “After all.” she muttered, can not be happy—really happy__, she is married.' Her thoughts iWr.a;. I ’■niessl suddenly turned to] Keith Lacy with more warmth than she had ever before felt for him. After little she arose and turned on the llfl. in the darkened room and spoke " her decision. "Yes. it would be best,” she softly. ”1 would be happier than I a « now, at least.” A letter lay on the table undementt! the mellow glow of the'lamp. Sh e membered now that Mary had laid nl there when she brought in the tea-sen. ice She picked it up, sudden thrill that *m I and saw with &| it was from Keith I “Dear Lady,” the letter ran, ‘^1 will be glad to learn that I was mar-l l ied to-day to the dearest girl in the world, and that I am very happy, has been a case of love at first sig a:;d i have written to you because yoi| have been my dear friend and had un .f bounded patunce with my futile tffnJ to make you care for me as I foolishlyl •.nought I wanted you to care. I krowL i hat you will rejoice in my happines?.! You were so kind to me in my boyish! love that I am sure you will rejoice witfll DU BOW that you know* that real iot« | has come to me. She is the ‘little s:g.| ipf of my partnej, and has been visit-1 ing him. "Always your sincere friend, “KEITH LACY. ’ eft A rose by any other name would smell as sweet and cost as much when out of season. It’s awfully hard to be popular with yourself and please your neighbors at the same time. When the average man fails to make good he begins to look around for some one to blame it on. •lust because a married man does the things his wife wants him to do is no sign that he is stuck on the job. W ith the waning of the honeymoon Cupid again gets busy and substitutes a pair of green goggles for the rose-col ored glasses. All Misgivings Fled. The dress that she finally bought at "k special sale" cost more than she could afford, ano she suffered qualms at the recollection of her extravagance. But when the costume came home, and she tried it ou before her mirror, all misgivings fled as soon as she saw its beauty. She w r as doubly glad she bad* bought it when Miss Damerel, Robert May nard's fiancee, called on her late one rainy afternoon. "I know you are surprised to see me, and that my calling at this juncture is most unconventional.” Miss Damerel said, after the preliminaries of greet ing had been exchanged and visitor and hostess were seated in the cozy living room. "But Robert said that you were all alone here in the city, and he asked Fure English. “Y|Y dear. I wish you would speak] more carefully,” said a stickler! for pure English to his wife. “Yon! say that ‘Henry Jon^s came to td town from Sunderland.’ Don’t you I see that it would be better to say that! he ’<ame from Sunderland to this| town’?” “I don't see any difference in tin ] two expressions.” r joined the lady. “But there is a difference in thetwivj expressions- a rhetorical difference.! You don’t hear me make use of such! a w'• v. urd expressions. By the way. II have a letter from your father in myj pocket.” "Oh. dear, is my father in your I pocket?" inquired the wife. “YouJ mean that y ou have* in your pocket a] letter from my father.” "There you go with your little quib-1 ble?! You take a delight in harass-1 ing me; you are always taking up a] thread and representing it as a rope" “Representing it to be a rope, you] mean, dear.” And then he grinned a sickly grin j and wished he had never started the j discus? ion. The Despots. Visitor But why do you intend toj give up your flat and take a house? Hostess < wearily) — Because wedl rather live under an absolute monarchy than a dual alliance. In a house we will still have the cook, but we won’t) have the hall porter. Successful in all the numerous ailmenls caused by defective or irregular action ol the organs of digestion and elimi nation—certain to prevent suffering and to improve the general healt - BEECHAM’S PILLS Sold everywhere. 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