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By A. H. 0. MITCHELL.
Copyright, 1913, by International News
Serviee.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"Why, er—■” stammered Gordon,
“you sea, 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
some 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. T plead guilty
and throw myself on the mercy of
the court. What is the sentence,
please?
“Let me see." She pondered deeply.
”1 think I will defer sentence until
next week. You ^je ordered to ap
pear before me nif Monday evening
at 8 o’clock. Fail not at your peril.”
“No fear of that," he answered
t earnestly.
Gordon Kelly walked home on air
again, but with a vague feeling that
he bad 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 vie it to the dentist.
When Kelly had gone, Mildred
Deerv 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.
A ND now came evhat might be
cabled the semi-final test for
Gorjion Kelly. The big league
clubs of the North had finished their
hard training grind and were working
back home in easy stages, playing ex
hibition games in the Southern cities
on the way. Several of these big
league clubs had games scheduled
with the Atlanta team. Rain In the
past week had seriously interfered
with the training plans of Manager
Billy Smith and his team was not in
as good physical condition as he
would have liked to have had it. But
the stormy weather had prevailed
throughout the South and all the
clubs training In that territory had
suffered alike. The exhibition games
were needed by all the clubs to put
on the finishing touches, before the
, championship races in the various
* leagues began.
The first of the big league clubs to
put In an appearance in Atlanta was
the Boston Nationals, under the man
agement of George Stallings, a Geor
gian himself by birth and with a
warm spot in his heart for all native
Southern ball players. Stallings’
s team lacked several of the Ingredi
ents which go to make pennant win
ning combinations on the ball field,
so that astute manager had his eyes
peeled for any likely looking talent
that might show itself on any of the
opposing teams his club might run up
against.
Kelly’s Debut.
The Boston and Atlanta Clubs were
• to play a series of three games. When
the Atlanta players went to the field
fo preliminary practice on the first day.
Stallings singled out Gordon Kelly
in about ten seconds and what time
he didn't devote to directing his own
team he put in sizing up the “phe
nomenal bail player who had never
played a game of ball."
It was to be Kelly’s debut as a ball
player in a real game. The fact had
been widely advertised. The newspa
pers printed the batting order and
Kelly's name was in it. Bill Smith,
manager of the Atlanta team, had
decided to put him in left field and
place him fifth In the order of bat
ting. Under ordinary conditions
there would not have been more than
1,000 spectators out to see the Open
ing exhibition game of the sfeaso
but the magic name of Gordon Kelly
While on the Pacific
Coast read the
San Fraacisco Examiier
drew a crowd of more than 8,000 to
Ponce Deljeon Park.
Atlanta lost that first game, 4 to 2,
but Gordon Kelly’s debut was of the
most sensational kind. His aide was
retired in order In the first inning
and he did not go to bat. nor did he
have a chance in the field, as no ball
went in his direction. In the second
inning Welchonce, who had Ju6t join
ed the Atlanta Club, led 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 he stepped to th£
plate, as cool, 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/’
Kelly stood calmly facing the oppos
ing pitcher, in the Anson-llke pose,
and allowed three balls to go past
him without making a move. Then
the pitcher tried to sneak over a
corve-ball for the second strike. It
was a fatal move. Kelly stepped
forward and his 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-
terfielder’s head. Bong 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 tj*e 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.
Hie 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 r 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 gne 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.
/-’All Smith wouldn’t give his consent
toNie 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 games and departed. All of
them made determined efforts to se-
< ure the services of the great Gordon
Kelly. All offers were refused.
«• Cee&iqypd To .marrow.
FOOTPRINTS ON THE RESTAURANT FLOOR
Have You Ever Watched ’Em? Maybe You Look Just as Foolish!
DO YOOJ* JLOOK THIS WVUX2 >oo
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
W HEN you sit down to the gentle art of eating, how muoh 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 Sngers,
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 thoee of
your chair, or of weaving them In and out of tNe chair rungs, or of
practicing steps of the toenJance, Just gaze on the picture above and
see how very elevating you are on the level 1—even when you are
looking pretty alluring "over the teacups.”
As for the statuesque posee that go on up in the open, your chin
la probably a better curve as nature chiselled It than Indented by the
coy pressure of your clasped hand* The more yon lean on your
elbows the better chance the hard table has to help you to a few cubes
and hard angles, Instead of the round, dimpled surface you started
out to own.
Juet 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 ho can get a fine pen
speotlve on Inartistic drapery and simple statuesquenesn as well,
does not show a desire to be at the same table with your unaffected-
graceshlp some evening in the pleasantly immediate future!
MARITAL BONDAGE
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER.
A'
CXjFTVKR man once said of an
other that he had '*il great deal
of taste and ail of it bad/* This
remark often occur* 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 to other people. At
least nice men do not, though cads may.
One muet confess with regret that a
woman Is more prone to discuss seri
ously the faults of her husband than
that husdiand is to discuss his wife’s
fallings—except with herself. Women
who are close friends are, I fear, some
times guflty of telling each other of the
latest Indiscretions or InoonsistencJee of
their life-partners. A man does not
often do this—«t least not as long at» he
intends to live with the woman of his
choice.
Yet It must be acknowledged that he
does make fttn of hie wife In a good-
natured way, and pretend—always
laughingly—to be a somewhat abused
Individual
Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
CERTAINLY NOT.
TTJKAR 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
Vhether he is serious or not. On the
other hand, I like him as a friend
and would not care to marry him.
He calls on me about tw’ice 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.
■ry:AR miss Fairfax:
I am sixteen and in love. Some
few night? ago I saw my sweetheart
with some other girls standing on
the corner. Do you think I should
stop keeping company with him?
ANXIOUS.
Stop keeping company with him. of
course. But not because you saw him
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.
■TJEAR 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 your love. Act toward him
as you would to a good friend who never
may be anything more.
REFUSE TO TAKE
JJEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
NO.
am German, twenty-five years
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 w’hose opinion had been sought
said:
"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^changet”
Practicing Golf
“I
HATE to expose my ignorance.’*
Gartmore said, fondling his
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 here! 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 socka. it
flew with surprising vigor straight
out of the bed room door into the bath
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
dow r n hurriedly on the edge of the
bed and ducking his head under the
shower of Lake Lugano and its glass
front. “I seem to have bit 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 Jiammeriqg my head against the
partition wall! And, look here, Wil
lis Gartmore! If you haven’t knocked
eat chunk out of the Oriental m
of age, and in love with a girl sev- a great chunk out of the Oriental nig
eral years my senior. I think she W j} er ^ ^
lovps me. and I proposed twice, but
yop realize what rugs cost?
"Aw, I’m sleepy,” said Gartmore,
w}th tne 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 innoo-nt
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 far** the neighbors’ probable com
ments on the ball of locks. Making a
pice 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 m^n 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 alw r ays amazed and
pained at the marvelous rebound of
the thing smitten. His amazement,
however, 1s nothing compared w r ith
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
s»hot 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 w’ay.
and. with eggs so high, she couldn't
imagine what Mrs. Billings wrnuid
say!
“I’m going out to the golf chib/’
Gartmore defiantly told Mrs. Gart
more a few seconds later. “I can
muss up the scenery there, because
that’s what I pay dues for!”
Getting His Own Bade.
Jones strolled into the postofflee
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 offloe
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 I don’t want any!”
The man was beginning to grow
angry—a fact which made the clerk
smile sweetly.
“Well, well, well,” he remarkedi
“postal orders are always useful. £jo
are money orders. \W 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, r>ut that chap’s
my barber. I vowed I’d get square
with him to-day somehow.
A physician tells 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 plore so nice and neat.” said the
physician. “It’s been an eyesore in
the neighborhood for years?”
“’Taln’t nothing to me about er©- '
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 last 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 sons clerks, and
her brother-in-law a crane driver. It
is from Alverstone, which is a charm
ing village a mile or two out of San~
derwn, that the Lord Chief Justice
of Great Britain takes h1« title*
* • •
“Dir! Agatha enjoy her tripabroad?"
"Immensely. Excepting part of riles
Journey from Naples to Berlin.”
"What was the trouble?”
“She lost her suit case."
“Dear, dear, that inuzrt have greatly
Inconvenienced her.”
“Yes, It did. She had nothing to
paste heT suit ease labels on."
Few Henpecked.
It has been said that tbs man Who
calls Win self henpecked is the one Who
ha^his own way In h1w own house, while
no man who is absolutely ruled by his
wife ever acknowledges this foot. It
this statement be true, one may infer
that there are few henpecked husbands.
MhffrUmany seems to be a fair target
for the Jeers of humanity. Such Jeers
are pardonable if perpetrated by one
who hae never married. But If one is
happT. or unhappy, speech ts rather un
necessary. One may exclaim truly: “I
were bat little happy could I say bow
jCMrthf ’ and. if one finds marriage a fail
ure one certainly would prefer that the.
■turf etoouM lie smooth and undloturbed
over the grave of a buried hope.
So-I eay that Jokes at the expense of
one’s own married experience 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, nol As I have
jsatd. they know how to be silent. But
the nioe, comfortaible, comparatively
contented Benedicts have a way—per
haps they consider ft 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
man’s wife spoke of her girlhood, or
*»pin»terhood, ae if she regretted it,
would her hoebend like It? No, he
wonM disapprove ofIt. In fact, all men
do disapprove when their wlvee mention
with a sigh their days of freedom.
Sacrlftoe of Each.
While I agree that it 1« 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 hi marrying than has his wife;
j in fact, perhaps he has sacrificed leas
I than she. MJhat has she gained that he
j liasmot gained* too? There may be for
I her the greatest Joy that a woman can
know—that of motherhood. (I am al
ways sorry for men when I remem her
that they can. not be mothers.) But a
man can be the next best thing to a
mother^—and that is a father. Bo thin
might be partial compensation to him
for relinquishing his freedom. And I
would like to remind the husband that
he does not gain his consolation prize by
physical anguish and danger, does not
go to the door of death to win it
Perhaps men think 1 am a bft rabid
on this point I hope they Will forgive
me, but I hear with wearying ffbqtSBttdy
the Jest which, has an Its object the poor,
downtrodden man, whose wings have
been clipped by matrimony. Wb all
know these Jokes—to fact, we have all
probably betsn at one time or another
guilty <J laughing at them. We hOF®
smiled at the story of the man who was
going abroad and Who, when odkedkdf he
intended to take Ms wife, replied:
What! Take a ham sandwich to a
banquet! No!” We have. If we
but little appreciation of muslo, lis
tened amusedly to songs that haVe te
rrains such as “My wife*® gone to the
country! Hooray! Hoorayf’ and ”£tr» a
poor old married* man, so please-doii't
take me home!**
Would. Protest.
But woaM we tolerate little JcikM
with regard to wives—at least, would
the husbands smile st them? TOouM
they like to hear their wives utter them
even In a spirit of Innocent (?) fan? In
Imagination I can already hear Some
man sayhme -to hi* wile when fltow ass
alone after a gay evening. In Whteh
she has laughingly spoken of herself as
an “overworked and underpaid house
keeper” or as "so busy aetng the me
ntal tasks of the home that she has ns
time to do the htg works of the wofltjri—
I can, I say. hear her huSbamA protesting
with forced gentleness, using sotneauoh
words as: "Really, Mary, if you.do-find
that you have made a mtotafte to 1
rylng a poor man, it would be 1
for me if you did not advertise Ills
faertj”
I insist that any self-respecting mar
ried man wouM thus protest wets Hli
wife to oomplain, even In fan, of her
life with Mm. And one could scarcely
blame htn. for doing so. In tbs 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, be does
not want to foal that a woman sacri
ficed anything when she married him.
Has he not given her a coratortsM,
home and his society, and dose he not
love her? Then It is In wretched taste
In heir to speak of marriage as a stats
6t bondage. I agree with Mm fully, and
I think It to In equally poor taste when
he claims that he regrets the Joys of
bachelorhood.
The world allows to a man a freedom
that !e not allowed to a wKB. Mar
riage does not tntarfere with his earning
and going as be pleases. Bat tbs very
nature of woman’s work In the home
makes suoh freedom Impracticable for
her Yet, as a girl In her father’s home,
she probably came and went ae She
pleased. Bo. on this point, she re
nounces more than doe* her hnSboDd—
though she renounces It willingly,df she
Is a true woman.
He Admitted It
Patient?* Wife—If you can not de
cide what is the matter with my hus
band, hadn’t you better call In tome
other physician for consultation?
Family Doctor—Oh. no. madam! My
Ideas are confused enough already.
When You Crave Sweets
R«d VeUa Mold
Candy
The lady with the floating hair was
being conducted ronnd a famous
Scotch cathedral by a guide.
“Ah, yea, Gothic, is it not ?’* she
murmured, with ecstatic admiration.
The guide regarded heT with pity
nfixpd With horror. “Certainly not,
madam,” he replied. ‘'Presbyterian.”
Neighbor—Hi! Come quick- your
Mary’s fell in t’ponn,
Farmer (excitedly)—What Iras?
Neighbor—Mary; your wife.
Farmer (relieved)—Mary! Lor, you
efid give me a turn; I thought you
said mare.
mm
eat Volvo, that good syrup with the RED
*• LABEL, on a muffin, a biscuit or even on a-«lice
of bread. Vehra is not only a sweet—it ia a
Brinm onf quart of food. An ounce of it carries more nutritive
RED VELVA to a qualities than an ounce of beef—not a theory.
boilt add be it butter, hut a fact
keep etirring until out a met.
tvrup harden• when
dropped into eold
water. Greaee pane,
pour candv on them
to cool. When cool
enough to handle,pull
candy from tipe of
finger• until it be-
comet a golden color ^ griddle cakes
and just as good on waffles or pop-
overs. Just you try it on a rice
fritter and you'll say, “That’s syrup.”
Ten cents up, in the clean, sanitary red
can—or in the green can if you prefer
it. Send for the book of Velva recipes.
No charge.
PENICK & FORD, Ltd.
New Orleans, La.
Jt
Overwhelming Proof Continues to Convince
The Real Reason.
K-erd—Ther* scorns to bf? a lot more
fuss made of Miss A ’s singing i J
than Miss K ’s, and I am sure Mis3 j
K has by far the richer voice.
Ja>ck—Ah, yes; but Miss A has
by far the richer father.
TONS OF ROOTS AND HERBS
A*re 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 cyuld have stood this
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. Th'dr names and addresses
were giveh^ so that it was an easy
matter to ascertain whether tfce
published reports were really gen
uine or not. Everybody was asked
to investigate. The proof was there
fore overwhelming and undeniable.
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 Htore at all hours to tell you
anything you wish to know about
the remedies. If. therefore, you are
still 4 hesitating, com** 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 span* .Ms
little time listening to the nepcwto
of the people who are taking the;
remedies.
Mrs. R. H. Nix, of 139 South Ave-.
nue, said: ‘1 had a case of stomach
trouble a long time. I have taken
several bottles of Quaker Herb Ex
tract and I can now gladly say'that j
Quaker Herb Extract has coxn-J
pletely cured me. I was advteed by ’
several to have an operation^ butj
this medicine has accomplishei^the'!
results I desired.”
This wonderful Quaker Herb
Extract, $1.00 per bottle, 3 for $2.50.
or 6 for $5.00. Oil of Balm, 25c* or 5
for $1.00. Call to-day at Coursey
& Munn’s Drug Store, 29 Marietta
Street, and obtain these remedies.
We prepay express charges on all
orders of $3.00 or over.