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THE TRIPLE TIE
A Story for Baseball bans That Will Interest
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By A. H. C. MITCHELL.
Copyright. 1913, by International News
Service.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"Why, er—■” stammered Gordon,
"you see, anytime you are gracious
enough to allow me to see you 1
consider that a particular matter.”
Gordon was talking like a bashful
schoolboy now. Mildred saw his
embarrassment and bantered him for
acme little time before he found him
self on an even keel once more. At
parting, she said:
"When are you coming around
again to tell me all about your bus
iness affairs as you have this even
ing?"
"Now you are having fun with me,
Miss Deery, I haven't told you any
thing about my business affairs."
"I know you haven’t, but you start
ed to and then changed your mind. 1
don't believe you have any business
affairs at all. You Just wanted an
excuse to come and see me," said
Mildred, with an adorable smile.
Gordon laughed, "You're a wizard.
I own up. I confess. I plead guilty
and throw myself on the mercy of
the court. What Is the sentence,
please?
"Let me see." She pondered deeply.
"I think I will defer sentence until
next week. You are ordered to ap
pear before me on Monday evening
at 8 o'clock. Fail not at, your peril.”
“No fear of that," he answered
earnestly.
Gordon Kelly walked home on air
again, but with a vague feeling that
he had simply postponed the crash
that was bound to come. He be
rated himself for his cowardice In not
telling Mildred frankly Just what was
occupying his time. He was like the
man with an aching tooth who puts
off a visit to the dentist.
When Kelly had gone, Mildred
Deery seated herself in a chair, cross
ed her hands in her lap and gazed
for a long time at nothing in par
ticular. •
“There’s something on that young
man's mind that Is troubling him.
she murmured at last. . “I wonder
what it Is?”
CHAPTER XIV.
ND now came what might be
called the semi-final test for
Gordon Kelly. The big league
bs of the North had finished their
■d training grind and were working
■k home in easy stages, playing ex-
ition games in the Southern cities
the way. Several of these big
gue clubs had games scheduled
h the Atlanta team. Rain In the
!t week had seriously interfered
h the training plans of Manager
ly Smith and his team was not in
good physical condition as he
Uld have liked to have had It. But
stormy weather had prevailed
oughout the South and all, the
bs training in that territory had
fered alike. The exhibition games
re needed by all the clubs to put
the finishing touched, before the
impionship races in the various
gues began.
Ihe first of the big league clubs to
: in an appearance in Atlanta was
Boston Nationals, under the man-
?ment of George Stallings, a Geor-
n himself by birth and with a
rm spot in his heart for all native
ithern ball players. Stallings'
m lacked several of the ingredl-
s which go to make pennant wln-
g combinations on the ball field,
that astute manager had his eyes
sled for any likely looking talent
t might show itself on any of the
losing teams his club might run up
tinst.
Uy's Debut.
The Boston and Atlanta Clubs were
plav a series of three games. When
Atlanta players went to the field
preliminary practice on the first day.
JUngs singled out Garden Kelly
about ten seconds and what time
didn't devote to directing his own
m he put in sizing up the “phe-
nenal ball player who had never
yed a game of ball.”
t was to be Kelly's debut as a ball
yer In a real game. The fact had
fn widely advertised. The newspa-
■e printed the batting order and
lly's name was in it. Bill Smith,
ndger of the Atlanta team, had
■ided to put him in left field and
ce him fifth in the order of hat
er. Under ordinary conditions
re would not have been more than
10 spectators out to see the open-
■ exhibition game of the season,
the magic name of Gordon Kelly
While on the Pacific
Coast read the
San Francisco Examiner
drew a crowd of more than 8,000 to
Ponce DeLeon Park.
Atlanta lost that first game, 4 to 2,
but Gordon Kelly’* debut was of the
most sensational kind. His side was
retired in order In the first inning
and he did not go to bat, nor did he
have a chance in the field, an no ball
went in his direction. In the second
inning Welchonce, who had just join
ed the Atlanta Club, led off with a
safe hit that landed over the Boston
shortstop's head, and it was then
Kelly's turn at bat.
A tremendous outburst of applause
greeted him as h<* stepped to thd
plate, as c&ol, apparently, as a piece
of ice. With Welchonce dancing off
first base, Bill Smith became a live
wire in the coaching box and im
plored Kelly through his megaphoned
hands to "pick out a good one, kid.' 1
Kelly stood calmly facing the oppos
ing pitcher, in the Anson-like pose,
and allowed three balls to go past
him without making a move. Then
the pitcher tried to sneak over a
curve-ball for the second strike. It
was a fatal move. Kelly stepped
forward and hi* bat crashed into the
ball. There was a sound like that
of a shingle on mamma’s pet and the
sphere sailed far over the Boston cen-
terflelder’s head. Dong before • it
could be relayed back to the diamond
Kelly had circled the bases with Wel
chonce ahead of him.
Around the Bases.
* With the crack of the bat pande
monium broke loose in the stands and
deafening yells followed Kelly around
the bases and across the plate. Bill
Smith ran up and patted him on the
back.
“That’s the stuff, kid; you're all
right,” and as the applause continued
to thunder from the stands, the man
ager added: "Take off your cap to
the crowd.”
Not knowing the professional ball
players' way of acknowledging ap
plause by giving the vizor a per
functory Jerk with the hand and
looking as solemn as a stage tragedi
an, Kelly bared his head completely
and bowed, and a smile that lit up
his face radiantly and showed his
rare set of teeth bespread his fea
tures. The cheers did not cease un
til Kelly had made himself as small
as possible on the players’ bench.
The next time up, in the fourth in
ning, Kelly started the uproar again
by driving a three-bagger to right,
but there were two out at the time
and he was left on third without
being able to score. In the sixth in
ning the opposing pitcher was either
afraid of him or couldn't locate the
plate and he received a base on balls.
His last chance to shine at the bat
came in the eighth inning. The Bos
tons had in the meantime scored four
runs, and the score was 4 to 2. Two
men were on the bases when Kelly
walked to the plate and the crowd
arose and cheered him like a con
quering hero. His response was sud
den and terrific. He drove the first
ball pitched like a rifle shot on a
line toward right field, but It went
directly at Sweeney, the Boston sec
ond baseman. That old warhorse
was nearly knocked down by the
force of the impact of the ball, but he
clung to it and then tossed it to first,
completing a double play and retiring
the side. The stands groaned at
this piece of hard luck. That was the
last chance Atlanta had that day.
Stallings Gets Busy.
As soon as the game ended, Man
ager Stallings, of the Boston club,
sought out Manager Smith, of the
Atlanta club.
"What do you want for that fel
low?” demanded the Boston man.
"What fellow?" asked Smith in re
turn.
"You know who I mean—that mys-
terioso that never played a game of
ball before to-day. What will you
take for him?"
"Nothing doing on him, George. I'd
like to oblige you, but I can t let that
kid go."
Stallings- used all his wiles as a
baseball diplomat, but Smith wouldn't
budge. Not satisfied to let the matter
rest there, however. Stallings sent a
telegram to the president of the Bos
ton club, James E. Gaffney, urging
him to take the first train for At
lanta on a deal of the utmost Im
portance. Within thirty hours Mr.
Gaffney was in Atlanta. There en
sued a series of conferences between
Gaffney and Stallings on one hand
and President Callaway, the directors
of the Atlanta club, Messrs. A. G.
Ryan and C. T. Nunnally, and Man
ager Smith on the other. But Gaff
ney's hasty trip South was in vain.
Bill Smith wouldn't give his consent
to the transfer of Gordon Kelly to the
Boston club, in spite of the most
liberal kind of offers, and the direc
tors of the club stood by their man
ager.
Other big league clubs came to At
lanta, played their scheduled exhi
bition gdmes and departed All of
them made determined efforts to se-
ure the services of the great Gordon
Kelly. AM offers were refused.
1 To be Continued To-morrow.
FOOTPRINTS ON THE RESTAURANT FLOOR
Have You Ever Watched 'Em? Maybe You Look Just as Foolish!
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
W HEN you sit down to the gentle art of eating, how much do
you remember about the gentler arts of grace and beauty?
Oh, no, I am not insinuating that you are one of those
“gobble, gobble, git" people, or even our old friend, the Goop—do you
remember the immortal verse:
. “The Goops they lick their Angers,
The goops they use their knives;
They spill their broth on the tablecloth,
They lead such nasty lives!”
Now, how about you—do you “sit at meat" or do you dispose of
yourself as if you were a collection of arms and legs to be draped over
the linen napery and around the chair rungs? Silks and satins In the
hands of clever dressmaking artists drape well, but the human frame
doesn't drape to any advantage; and if you have been in the habit of
twining your legs confidentially and affectionately around those of
your chair, or of weaving them In and out of the chair rungs, or of
practising steps of the toe-dance, just gaze on the picture above and
see how very elevating you are on the level!—even when you are
looking pretty alluring “over the teacups.”
As for the statuesque poses that go on up In the open, your chin
Is probably a better curve as nature ohlselled It than indented by the
coy pressure of your clasped hands The more you lean on your
elbows the better chance the hard table has to help you to & few cubes
and hard angles, Instead of the round, dimpled surfaoe you started
out to own.
Just sit down at table some day minus a loll or a pose or an
anatomical drape and see If the perfectly desirable "other fellow,”
who happens to be off at another table where he can get a fine per
spective on inartistic drapery and simple Btatuegqueness an well,
does not show a desire to be at the same table with your unaffected-
graceship some evening In the pleasantly Immediate future!
Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
CERTAINLY % NOT.
T^EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am nineteen and have known
a gentleman several years my senior
for seven months. I know he likes
me very much, but do not know
whether he Is serious or not. On the
other hand, I like him as a friend
and wbuld, not care to marry him.
He calls on me about twice a month
and has taken me to places of
amusement and has treated me very
nicely In every respect. We often
sit alone for a few hours.
Under the above circumstances, is
it proper for me to allow him to kiss
me? J. H. B.
I am surprised at the question, since
you say you like him only as a friend.
Save such marks of affection for your
betrothed.
MOST CERTAINLY.
TVIIAR MISS FAIRFAX:
1 am sixteen and in love. Some
few nights ago I saw my sweetheart
with some other girls standing on
the corner. Do you think I should
atop keeping company with him?
ANXIOUS.
8top keeping company with him, of
course. But not because yo(1 saw hiip
with some other girls. A better reason
is that you are only sixteen and too
young to have a lover.
YOU WILL NEVER BE THAT.
nKAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am seventeen, and in love with
a man of twenty-five. I consider my
self too young to acknowledge my
love for him. Will you please tell me
how to act when with him. My pa
rents think me foolish, but I shall
soon be eighteen, and then I shall
feel that I am at liberty to do as he
asks. ANXIOUS VIRIENNE.
You will never be old enough to do as
he asks, for men have always been prone
to ask the wrong thing.
You are right in this: You are too
young to tell yo\ir love. Act toward him
as you would to a good friend who never
may be anything more.
RgFUSE TO TAKE NO.
rAEAK MISS FAIRFAX;
■*—' I am German, twenty-five years
of age, and in love with a girl sev
eral years my senior. I think she
loves me. and I proposed twice, but
she always says she will never marry
me because of the difference in our
ages. FRANK.
The difference in your ages is imma
terial, and if you are persistent you will
overcome her objections. So long as she
loves you you have no reason for being
discouraged.
Wouldn’t Cost Much.
A solicitor called upon a profes
sional brother one day and asked his
advice upon a point of law. The law
yer whose opinion had been sought
eaid:
"I generally get paid for what I
know.”
The question thereupon took haif
a dollar out of his pocket, handed it
to the other, and remarked:
‘Tell me all you know, and give me
the change!”
Practicing Golf
“I
HATE to expose my ignorance.”
Gartmore said, fondling Ills
brand new golf clubs. "Say,
I don’t like to begin practicing out
at the club before all the other fel
lows who have played for ages!”
"Can’t you practice at home?” In
quired Mrs. Gartmore, whose Ideas of
the game were beautifully vague.
“Oh, yes!" said Gartmore, with
heavy sarcasm. “I can make a 160-
yard drive in the living room and fol
low it with a 200-yard spurt in the
hall! Easy!"
Saying which he began to think
over the suggestion, after the manner
of men.
That night when starting to retire
Gartmore carefully put on the bed
room floor a pair of socks rolled up in
a ball and Mrs. Gartmore found him
standing over It, belligerently swing
ing his driver.
"Whatever ” she began.
■‘It just occurred to me,” explained
Gartmore, "that there Is no reason
why I can’t get the motion and swing
of a drive right herel See, you swing
the club like this—there is everything
in getting the right shoulder motion—
and then you hit and follow through!"
With a tremendous swing, Gartmore
swatted the soft ball of socks. It
flew with surprising vigor straight
out of the bed room door Into the hath
room, whisking off its perilous perch
a bottle of violet water, which
crashed wholesouledly against the
bath tub and scattered glass all over
the floor.
Gartmore did not realize the extent
of this catastrophe at first, because
in letting his stroke follow through
the Iron head of the driver had made
too big a curve and landed straight
against a framed watercolor of Lake
Lugano, to the great disturbance of
those sunny waters.
"Wow!” gasped Gartmore, sitting
down hurriedly on the edge of the
bed and ducking his head under the
shower of Lake Lugano and its glass
front. "1 seem to have btt some
thing!”
He Was Amazed.
"Hit something!” exclaimed Mrs.
Gartmore, from the corner whither
she had fled. "The neighbors will
think you are trying to wreck the
house! They’ll tell all around to
morrow that you were beating me
and hammering my head against the
partition wall! And, look here, Wil
lis Gartmore! If you haven't knocked
a great chunk out of the Oriental rug
where your iron club struck it! Do
you realize what rugs cost?”
"Aw, I’m sleepy," said Gartmore,
with the masculine dignity that men
assume when In a tight situation be
fore the domestic bar. "Don't make
such a fuss over a mere trifle: I’ll do
my practicing out in the yard after
this!"
'I should say you will!" Mrs. Gart
more declared, thoroughly aroused to
the perils of the seemingly innocent
game of golf.
Two or three days later Gartmore
took a rubber ball of the baby's out
Into the back yard, because he could
not face the neighbors' probable com
ments on the ball of socks. Making a
nice little mound of earth, he poised
on It the rubber ball and then sur
veyed the surroundings. Working out
the angles mentally, he so placed him
self that the ball would travel in no
direction but toward the little garage
In the rear of his lot and would do no
damage. A man certainly has a right
to make dents in his own garage If he
so chooses.
‘Oh, I'm going to like this game!"
Gartmore breathed, as he made a few
swings. Then he landed on the little
rubber ball.
When an amateur first hits a punch
ing bag he Is always anjazed and
pained at the marvelous rebound of
the thing smitten. His amazement,
however, Is nothing compared with
Gartmore’s emotions over the antics
of the baby’s rubber ball. That mis
sile, as he had neglected to ascertain
before hitting It, was hard instead of
soft. It hit the garage and then it
shot off at a tangent and darted In at
the kitchen window of the Billingses
next door.
There followed a shriek. Then the
Billingses’ cook conveyed to Gartmore
In emphatic language her opinion of
men who fire bombs through windows
and land them In the exact middles of
newly-baked custard pies. Gartmore
had no doubt about its being custard,
because the cook carried most of it
distributed over her person. She said
she was a hard-working girl, not ac
customed to being treated that way,
and, with eggs so high, she couldn't
Imagine what Mrs. Billings would
say!
"I'm going out to the golf club,"
Gartmore deflajntly told Mrs. Gart
more a few seconds later. “I cap
muss tip the scenery there, becaus.
that's what I pay due* for!”
Getting His Own Back.
Jones strolled into the postofflce
to send off a telegram, but, being in
no real hurry, waited patiently while
the clerk attended to the wants of an
other man who had entered the office
in front of him and was In need of a
penny stamp.
The little piece of paper was duly
handed across the counter. Then:
"Don’t you want to post a parcel?"
inquired the clerk.
“Not to-day," came the reply .
"Then what about a few registered
envelopes or some postcards? We've
got a new supply just in."
"But 1 don't want any!”
The man was beginning to grow
angry—a fact which made the clerk
smile sweetly.
"Well, well, well," he remarked,
"postal orders are always useful. So
are money orders. We can provide
them to almost any value, you know
And, for that matter ”
But the man had gone. So the
clerk, still smiling, turned to Jones.
“Sorry to have kept you waiting,
sir,” he apologized, "but that chap's
my barber. I vowed I’d get square
with him to-day somehow."
Up-to-Date
Jokes
MARITAL BONDAGE
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER.
A CLEVER man once said of an
other that he had “a great deal
of taste and all of It bad.” This
remark often occurs to me when I hear
husbands jest about what they smilingly
term their "marital bondage."
To do men Justice, when they are
really dissatisfied with the women to
whom they are married they Seldom ac
knowledge this fact tt> other people. At
least nice men do not, though cads may.
One must confess with regret that a
woman Is more prone to discuss seri
ously the faults of her husband than
that husband is to discuss his wife’s
failings—except with herself. Women
who are close friends are, I fear, some
times guilty of telling each other of the
latest Indiscretions or inconsistencies of
their life-partners. A man does not
often do this—at least not as long as he
Intends.to live with the woman of his
choice
Yet It must bo acknowledged that he
does make fun of h1» wife In a good-
natured way, and pretend—always
laughingly—to be a somewhat abused
individual.
Few Henpecked.
A physician tell* a story of a man
who moved Into a dilapidated old cot
tage, and was found by the doctor
busily whitewashing it Inside and out.
“I'm glad to see you making this
old place so nice and neat," said the
physician. “It's been an eyesore In
the neighborhood for years?”
“’Taln't nothing to me about eye
sores,” was the reply. “The last cou
ple what lived here had twins three
times, and I hear whitewash Is a
good disinfectant. Ye see, we've got
ten children already."
* * •
Mrs. Young has been station mis
tress at Alverstone station, in the
Isle of Wight, for the laat twelve
years. Her husband is a platelayer
on the line, her two brothers crane
and engine drivers, her uncle a fire
man. her two elder son* clerks, and 1
her brother-in-law a crane driver. It
is from Alverstone, which Is a charm
ing village a mile or two out of San- |
down, that the Lord Chief Justice
of Groat Britain takes his title. j.
* ♦ • ' ■
"Did Agatha enjoy her trip abroad?” ,.
"Immensely. Excepting part of the ; 1
Journey from Naples to Berlin.” t i
“What wus the trouble?”
"She lost her suit case.”
"Dear, dear, that muitrt have greatly
inconvenienced her.”
"Yee, it did, She had nothing to
paste her suit case labels on.”
• • *
The lady with the floating hair was
being conducted round a famous
Scotch cathedral by a guide.
"Ah, yes, Gothic, is It not?” she
murmured, with ecstatic admiration.
The guide regarded her with pity
mixed with horror. "Certainly not,
madam,” he replied. "Presbyterian.”
Neighbor—Hi! Come quick; your
Mary's fell In t’pono.
Farmer (excitedly)—What has?
Neighbor—Mary; your wife.
Farmer (relieved)—Mary! Dor, you U
did give me a turn; I thought you
said mare.
It has been said that the man who
calls himself henpecked Is the one who
has his own way In his own house, while
no man who is absolutely ruled by his
wife ever acknowledges this fact. Il
this statement be true, one may infer
that there are few henpecked husbands.
Matrimony seems to be a fair target
for the Jeers of humanity. Such Jeers
are pardonable if perpetrated by one
who has never married. But If one is
happy, or unhappy, speech Is rather Un
necessary. One may exclaim truly: "I
were but little happy could I say how
much!” and If one finds marriage a fail
ure one certainly would prefer that the
turf should lie smooth and undisturbed
over the grave of a burled hope.
So I say that Jokes at the expense of
one’s own married ex*perienoe are In poor
taste, even while acknowledging that
men—whom I like—are the chief offend
ers along these lines. Not the dissatis
fied married men—ah, no! As I have
said, they know how to be silent. But
the nice, comfortable, comparatively
contented Benedicts have a way—per
haps they consider It a witty or amus
ing way—of talking of the time before
their marriage as a period when they
were care-free and happy. Yet, if a
man’s wife spoke of her girlhood, or
Bplnsterhood, as If she regretted it,
would her husband like it? No, he
would disapprove of It. In fact, all men
do disapprove when their wives mention
with a sigh their days of freedom.
Sacrifice of Each.
While I agree that It is not kind or in
good form for a woman to do this, it is
in quite as good form as for a man to
do it.. Really, a husband has sacrificed
no more In marrying than has his wife;
in fact, perhaps he has sacrificed less
than she. What has she gained that he
has not gained, too? There may be for
her the greatest Joy that a woman can
know—that of motherhood. (I am al
ways sorry for men when I remember
that they can not be mothers.) But a
man can be the next best thing to a
mother—and that is a father. So this
might be partial compensation to him
for relinquishing his freedom. And 1
would like to remind the husband that
he does not gain his consolation grlze by
physical anguish and danger, does not
go to the door of death to win It
Perhaps men think I am a bit rabid
on this point. I hope they will forgive
me, but I hear with wearying frequency
the Jest which has as Its object the poor,
downtrodden man, whose wings have
been clipped by matrimony. We all
know these Jokes—In fact, we have all
probably been at one time or another
guilty of laughing at them. We havs
smiled at the story of the man who was
going abroad and who, when asked If h«
Intended to take his wife, replied!
"What! Take a ham sandwich to a
banquet! No!" We have, If wo posses*
but little appreciation of music, lis
tened amusedly to songs that have re
frains such as "My wife’s gone to ths
country! Hooray! Hooray!" and "I’m a
poor old married man, so please don’t
take mo home!"
Would Protest.
But would we tolerate little jokes
with regard to wives—at least, would
the husbands smile at them? Would
they like to hear their wives utter them
even in a spirit of innocent (?) fttn? In
imagination I can already bear some
man saying to his wife when they are
alone after a gay evening, in which
she has laughingly spoken of herself as
an "overworked and underpaid house
keeper.” or aa "so busy doing the me
nial tasks of the home that she has no
time to do the big works of the world"—*
I can, I say, hear her husband protesting
with forced gentleness, using some such
words as: "Really, Mary, if you do find
that you have made a mistake In mar
rying a poor man, it would be pleasanter
for me If you did not advertise the
fact!"
I insist that any self-respecting mar
ried man would thus protest were his
wife to complain, even In fun, of her
life with him. And one could scarcely
blame him for doing so. In the first
place, for a wife to Jest in this way is
not agreeable to a man's dignity, or van
ity, and, in the second place, he does
not want to feel that a woman wacri-
floed anything when she married him.
Has he not given her a oomfartable
home and his society, and does he not
love her? Then it Is in wretched taste
In her to speak of marriage as « state
of bondage. I agree with him fully, and
I think It is In equally poor taste when
he claims that he regrets the Joys of
bachelorhood.
The world allows to a man a freedom
that Is not allowed to a wife. Mar
riage does not interfere with Me coming
and going as he pleases. But the very
nature of woman’s work In the home
makes such freedom impracticable for
her. Yet, as a girl In her father's home,
she probably came and went as she
pleased. Ho, on this point, she re
nounces more than does her husband—
though she renounces it willingly. It she
Is a true woman.
He Admitted It.
Patient’, Wife—If you can not de
cide what In the matter with my hus
band, hadn’t you better call In soma
other physician for consultation?
Family Doctor—Oh, no. madam! My
Idea.e are confused enough already
When You Crave Sweets
eat Velva, that good syrup with tha RED
lUd Valve Malum LABEL,on » muffin, a bi.cuit or even on a..lice
Candy c f bread. Velva is not only a sweat—It is a
Bring on. quart of food. An ounce of it carries more nutritive
RED VEL VA to a qualities than an ounce of beef—not a theory,
boil; add boat butter. l„, „ , .
keep .tirring until *>Ut a fact.
tyrup hardmnm when
dropped into cold
water. Grmaem pane,
pour candy on them
to cool. When cool
enough to handle, pull
canay from tip• of
fingere until it be-
is great on all kinds of griddle cakes
and just a* good on waffles or pop-
over*. Just you try it on a rice
fritter and you’ll *ay, "That’* syrup.”
Ten cent* up, in the clean, sanitary red
can—or in tne green can if you prefer
it. Send for the book of Velva recipes.
No charge.
PENICK & FORD, Ltd.
N«w Orleans, La.
come• a golden color.
Overwhelming Proof Continues to Convince
The Real Reason.
Ferd—There deems to be a lot more
fuss made of Miss A 's singing
than Miss K ’s, and I am sure M!s3
K has by far the richer voice.
Jack—Ah, yes; but Mis* A has
by far the richer father.
TONS OF ROOTS AND HERBS
Are used annually In the manu
facture of Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound, which is
known from ocean to ocean as the
standard remedy for female Ills.
For nearly forty years this fa
mous root and herb medicine has
been pre-eminently successful In
controlling the diseases of women.
Merit alone could have stood this
test of time.
Quaker Herb Extract Giving
Results. Mrs. R. H. Nix
Tells How She Was Cured
of Stomach Trouble.
If the cures of people published in
this paper were really true, then
Quaker Herb Extract must indeed
be a wonderful remedy. There were
cures of rheumatism, catarrh, kid
ney, liver and stomach troubles re
ported by people who live in this
city. Their names and addresses
were given so that It was an easy
matter to ascertain whether the
published reports were really gen
uine or not.. Everybody was asked
to Investigate. The proof was there
fore overwhelming and undentable.
These people were actually cured by
Quaker Herb Extract and Oil of
Balm after many other remedies
had failed. Now if you suffer from
any of the aforementioned com
plaints will not Quaker Herb Ex
tract and Oil of Balm cure you also?
Is It not worth a trial? The price
Is moderate, the remedies can not
harm, results must be quick and
you can call at Coursey & Munn’s
Drug Store at all hours to tell you
anything you wish to know about
the remedies. If, therefore, you are
still hesitating, come and have all
your doubts explained. If the cures
already published have not yet con
vinced you, come to Coursey &
Munn s Drug Store and spend a
little time listening to the reports
of the people who are taking the.
remedies.
Mrs. R. H. Nix, of 138 South AT6-.
nue, said: "1 had a cage of stomach;;
trouble a long time. I have tgltenf
several bottles ot Quaker t|arh fix-
tract and I can now gladly say that
Quaker Herb Extract hag com
pletely cured me. I was advise# by
several to have an operation,
this medicine has accomplishedthoc'
results I desired."
This wonderful Quaker
Extract. $1.00 per bottle, 3 for $3,50,
or 6 for $6.00. Oil of Balm, 35o, or
for $1.00. Call to-day a$
& Munnis Drug Store. 39 Maj#gl
Street, arft obtain these remedies.
We prepay express charges on alt-
orders of *8.00 or over.