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i 7 \ A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest Every Lover of the National Game. $250 in Prizes for Best Solution of “The Triple Tie” Y yu read the first twelve Installments of the *reat baseball mystery story of "The Triple Tie” and now you have a fair Idea of the simplicity of the offer The Georgian makes—how you may win $100 by working out the solution of the mystery as nearly as Its au thor, A. H. C.' Mitchell, has done as you can. Mp. Mitchell has written the last chapter, but his copy Is sealed up In a vault at the American National Bank. When all but this final chapter has been printed, The Georgian readers will be asked to submit t» three competent Judges, none of them connected with this newspaper, their version of what the grand denouement should be. To the person who moet closely approximates Mr. Mlteh- eH’e fins! chapter $100 will be awarded. Other prizes, making the total prize liet $250, also will be distributed. Hler* to the list of the awards: NO, 1*. —• .....a ., . . .$100 No. 2.. ....... .$50 No. 3..— $25 No. 4. $15 Noe. 5 to 16, each.. ..... 5 Read thirteenth Installment of the great mystery story and you will not need to be urged to read the succeeding chapters. The story will grip you. As you read, try to follow the author’s channel of thought and when the time comes for you to sit down and write that final chapter, be ready to win one of the big cash prizes In The Georgian’s great offer. 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.