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X THE MAGAZINE Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. “W H « 'HAT dp you think we’d bet ter g«t for mother?” de manded Warren. What’d V’ou take her from London laat year?” “A chiffon scarf—don't you re mem - her? And I don’t believe she's ever worn It.” 'How about a wood umbrella?” Helen smiled. Warren always gug- ffested an umbrella rt was his stock solution for any "gift” problem. **Why, dear you gave her one for her birthday—and your mother never *oea out unleap the weather** perfect She ha* three or four umbrellas that I don’t think she's ever unrolled.” “What about Carrie?” Thought of anything for her?" Helen made a pasture of despair 'Dear. I don’t know—I never know what to pet her And your father— If you’d only help me select some thing for him!*’ “Now look here, I paid I’d po with you to pet somethInp for mother and Carrie—but that’s all. Why on earth did yon put this off till the last min ute? You should have had nil these things boupht days ago.*' “I know T ••Vruld,*’ at Olo^'i^ally, "but It's* so hard to decide >n pres ents. And 1 kept thlnkinp I might see things I’d like better” "What's all that. A list?” as Helen unfolded a slip of pepet she had taken from her purse. “You’re not going to take something to all those people?” “Dear. HI HAVE to! They'll expect some little thing." “Well, I’d let ’em expect.” snapped Warren as they now pot off the bus “It’s a blame nu'aanoe having to cart a lot of truck hack every time we come abroad." Warren Determined. A few moments later they were making their wav through the crowd ed aisle# of the Bon Marche. War ren was striding ahead with the prim determination of petting someth'np for h’s mother and Carrie—and get- tine It quick. "They’ve pot the greatest lot of junk In these stores.” he muttered, frowning around at the enormous quantity of fancy and rather tawdry articles that are always ril M laved on th. fi~»t floor of the Ptri# shops “Here.” pausing before a large coun ter of handhaes "How about a hand- ba.p for mother?” The salesgirl began eagerly to show him the hags. “Too cheap. Not pood enough.” crit icised Warren, feeling the stiff, shlnv leather “Oul our. monsieur ” taking out a trav of more expensive ones. "No—-no, none of these fixings.” as the eirl opened a fitted hag to display the t*ny powder puff mirror and scent bottle. "This is for an old lady; she don’t want all f hat foolishness. loot’s see a pood, plain big" The girl did not understand Eng lish. hut she saw he oblected to the fittings and now brought out a plain black hag of the finest seal "That’s not bad.” and Warren glanced at the price tag “Sixty francs What’d you think?” turning to Helen. "Oh. did you want to get anvthlne so expensive." nnx’ously, for she had not thought of paving over 26 francs for his mother's present. "Well. I’ve got no time to shop around. Couldn’t aret a good hag for lepM than twelve dollars anvwav. All right, we’ll take that.” shoving it toward the girl. Ay H' len was to get the other pres ents ^ere they decided to have a shopping card, so everything would be sent together. "Why not get Carrie a bag, too. while we’re at It? Save time." “oh. no—no. hastily, fearing he would rmv another twelve dollars for Carrie's present. "I think she has a good bag. If you haven’t •' tie. dear I'll trv to get her something.'’ “All right." with evlden' elief. get her an umbrella if you can’t think of • nvthing else. Now, which wav do I gc* out of here" looking helnlesslv around the bewildering aisles crowded w 1 *h women shoppers. Helen sheered him toward one of the entrances, and he hurried off with a brief Warren Leaves. “Take care of yourself. I’ve got a lot to do to-day—may not get In until seven.” As Warren's tall swinging shoul ders’ dl*Ttnpeared through the crowd Helen turned hack to her shopping with a weighing sense of responsl- lv itv. Thev were sailing Wednesday, and she MT T 8T get everything to-day. After almost an hour's wandering through the shoo she fine Iy derided on a fine hand-embroidered collar for Carrie, and a dainty boudoir cap for Warren’s vounger sister. Edith For her own mother, nhe bought a black s»ilk shirtwaist. Then she came across a bargain counter of gloves, real French kid reduced to 3 francs, 60 cents and for •vervone w’hose size site knew—she bought gloves. SEEING THINGS Whether it’s through a field glass, opera glass, tlescopes or a pair of Kr-ntok eyeglasses—be sure they are from "Moore’s.” "Moore" qual ity is our watchword. "We sell everything to see with." Jno. L. Moore & Sons, expert opticians, 42 North Broad street. The Items on her shopping card were counting up alarmingly. Over ISO—It seemed a great deal to spend on present*. It was almost 3 before Helen stripped, too tired to drag herself on. There were still five names not marked off on her list. But she would be sick if she did not stop to rest and have some lunch. She made her way out of the store, trying to think where she would go for lunch. There were several hotel restaurants near, out they would be expensive, and Just npw Helen felt very poor She had spent so much on presents that she felt, she ought to economise on her lunch. Turning a corner she found herself In a liLie back street, narrow and winding It was an unexpected bit of "Old Paris" In the very heart of the city. The shops were small and quaint H'den razeed fr front of whs 1 looked like an old tavern. A stout, comfortable-looking wom an was sitting In the doorway, hes'de her lay a big maltose cat. Beyon Helen caught a glimpse of white- ■ ed tables, a aowduated A00! From the glare of the *nin-baked street the place looked dark and cool and restful. Everything Spotlessly Clean. The woman mulled and nodded as Helen entered hesitatingly. There was a bar at the back, but the two waitress* wire reassuring, and every thing was spotlessly clean. Tt was certainly cheap Not an Item on the dim. violet-ink written menu over one franc. The only dlah Helen recognized was “Artlchaut," for that was almost the name as In English. But It was only 40 cen times. ft cents—could an artichoke be pood at that price?" Under the entrees was “Oervelle au heurre noir.” The “au beurre noir" Helen knew meant "with brown but- ter." hut what whs “Cervelle?” She pointed to the woi t and the waitress tried to exnlaln In rapid 'Tench. But Helen still looked blank Then, with a pleqm of ins • at'on the girl tapped dramatically on her fore head. Brains! Helen broke Into an appreciative laugh as the meaning dawned on her. The waitress, much pleased at her own cleverness, went off smlllnplv with the order for artichoke and calves’ brains. The brains, delicately browned tr butter, were served first with a half pint bottle of claret, the order for which the girl took for granted. Then the artichoke was served cold, as a snlad, with a delicious Mous seline sauce. As Helen ate 1t slowly, leaf by leaf, and sloped the claret, she felt she was really resting There was an atmosphere of peace, quiet and restfulncFp here, that she could not have found In the glitter of the big hotel restaurants. The wnole luncheon, including the claret, was onlv 1 franc-90—38 cents! The waitress took the change and her tin with a smiling. "Merci, mercl, madnme!" And Helen left with a very kindly feeling toward this quaint little place. Very Trying. The Klare of the street seemed even more trying after the quiet and root darkness, and »he dreaded to return to the editing-, crowded store. But there were still several presents to get, »o reluctantly she made her way- back to the Bon Marche. When she finished It was almost 5. Wearily, she took the bus to the hotel, with a troubled sense of having ‘■pent a good deal of money—and hav ing very little to Show for It. Already she was beginning to worry over her selections. The cane she had bought for hts father—after nit he had so many canes. And why had she chosen a boudoir cap for Edith, who was so clever In making such things herself. And the dreseer scarf for Mrs. Stevens—It did not seem enough to take her. And what HAD possessed her to buy a traveling work box for Aunt Mary—who never trav eled ? Por the rest of the evening Helen worried herself almost sick over the presents. Whatever she had bought she vvl-'ied now she hau bought some thing else. Why should she feel compelled to take back a lot of presents from ev-rv trio? she thought rebelltously. Surely the extra expense of traveling were heavy enough w bout this add ed strain on their purse. The next time— Rut Helen knew In her heart that the next time would he Just the same. Phe would spend the same time ano money taking back things to the "folks at home.” And whatever she took, she would feel and THEY would feel, that It should have .eon “something differ ent’' or "something more HERE ARE PICTURES OF THE MOST WONDERFUL AER OPLANE IN THE WORLD. THIS AEROPLANE IS TO THE AIR WHAT THE LIFE BOAT 18 TO THE SEA IN OTHER WORDS, IF TURNED OVER IT IMMEDIATELY RIGHTS ITSFI F! THIS MACHINE HAS BEEN INVENTED, TRIED OUT SUC CESSFULLY ANO IS BEING BUILT BY LIEUTENANT DUNNE, OF THE BRITISH ARMY. IT HAS TWICE FLOWN ACROSS THE ENGLISH CHAN NEL. THE MACHINE IS CON TROLLED SIMPLY BY TWO LEVERS WHICH WORK A FLAP AT EACH END OF THE WINGS. THE BIPLANE IS AS AUTOMATICALLY STABLE AS ANYTHING YET PRODUCED. IT FINDS ITS OWN "BANK,” IT CAN NOT DO A NOSE DIVE OR A SIDE SLIP, AND MANY OF THE GREATEST AUTHORI TIES PREDICT THAT THIS IS THE TYPE OF MACHINE OF THE NEAR FUTURE. THE INVENTOR HIMSELF ADMITS THAT IN ITS PRES- ENT STAGE IT IS CAPABLE OF CONSIDERABLE IMPROVE MENT; YET ONE CAN EASILY APPRECIATE THE FACT THAT WHEN HIS IDEALS HAVE BEEN REALIZED A VERY GREAT ADVANCE WILL HAVE BEEN MADE. IN ITS PRESENT FORM THE CHIEF OBJECTION TO THE DUNNE MACHINE IS THAT IT IS HEAVY AND COMPARATIVE LY SLtlW, BUT IT UNDOUBT EDLY FULFILS THE INVENT OR’S CLAIMS TO AUTOMATIC STABILITY. THOSE CLAIMS ARE THAT THE MACHINE CAN NOT BE TURNED OVER TO A DANGER- OUS ANGLE IN THE AIR, AND THAT ANY ONE WITH SUFFI CIENT SENSE’ TO DRIVE A MOTOR CAR CAN DRIVE IT. IT IS NECESSARY TO REAL- IZE THAT ANY WELL-DE SIGNED MODERN AERO PLANE WILL RIGHT ITSELF IF BLOV/N OVER SIDEWAYS BY A GUST, PROVIDED IT HAS ROOM TO FALL AND STRAIGHTEN OUT AFTER WARD, THE POINT ABOUT THE DUNNE IS THAT THE SAME GUST THAT BLOWS IT UP ON ONE SIDE PASSES ON AND BLOWS IT UP ON THE OTHER SIDE AS WELL; SO THAT, INSTEAD OF ROCKING WILDLY FROM SIDE TO SIDE AND DROPPING A CONSIDER ABLE DISTANCE BEFORE IT RIGHTS ITSELF, THE DUNNE MACHINE ROLLS GENTLY AND RISES AND FALLS AL MOST ON AN EVEN KEEL. CONSEQUENTLY THE PILOT DOES NOT HAVE TO FLY THE MACHINE) HE MERELY DI RECTS IT THE DIFFERENCE IS VERY MUCH THAT BE TWEEN A RACING SKIFF WHICH HAS TO BE BAL ANCED BY THE OCCUPANT AND A LIFEBOAT WHICH BALANCES ITSELF. BEHIND CLOSED DOORS By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written Cupid in an Auto By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I have been keeping company with a girl for about eight months, during which time she has on several occasions given evidences of her love toward me, and. of cour^«e, she was recipro cated. Irately, however she Insisted upon going with another young man, who, unfortunately, owns an automobile, and has at different times taken her out joy riding. I'm positive that this girl does • not love or even like this young man. but as she has told me, goes out with him for the pleasure of a ride. I’m afraid that in the long run she will learn to love this young man and forget me alto gether. . What other thing, outside of buying an automobile, which I can not afford, would be advis able under the circumstances, to keep this girl from going out with him? Kindly accept my anticipated thanks for an early advice. AUTOMOBILE TROUBLED. H ONK, honk—chuff, chuff—here it Comes right down the middle of the road, the big, red au tomobile—and poor little Cupid has to sit' down in the dust and watch It go by. f So she goes a-riding with the young man with the machine, not be cause she loves him, but because she loves the machine, does she. What a silly, silly little girl. And what a very human one. It is fun to Hit up there in the great soft, easily-cushioned seat—and smile to see how dusty the road Is there In the footpath. It is fun to pass everything in the road—to see the landscape fly by like a shadowy dream. It is fun to tell the rent of the girls the next day about the run into the country or the i speed we made on the Stone Mountain i road. It’s fun to be in things right 1 in the very midst of them. It's fun | to have what everybody else .wants ! and can’t seem to get. It’s fun to look superior and ask the wondering others how ever they manage to keep machine starts. It’s fun to make you jealous, too—poor, foolish you, with Worth It. “Prisoner at the bar.” said the Judge, "is there anything you wish i *n pm v before sentence is passed upon you ?” 1 "No mv lord there is nothin’ I care to say; but •r vou’ll clear away thf tables and chairs for me to thrash my lawyer, you can give me a year or two extra.” Mixed in Her Dates, He—Do you love me, darling? She—Yes. Jack dear. He—Jack! You mean Harold, don’t j you? She—Of course! How absurd . am! I keep thinking to-day’s Sat urday. The Best Food-Brink Lunch at F OniGINU GENUINE OCT Insist Upon HORLICK’S Avoid Imitations—Take No Substitute Rich milk, mailed gram, in powder form. For infants, invalids and growing children. Pure nutrition,upbuilding the whole body. lavigvYtes nurrtutf mothers and the aged. More healthful than tea or coffee, j Agrees with the weakest digestion. | Keep it on your sideboard at home.! A quick lunch prepared m a minute, j (Copyright. ISIS, by Anna Katharine Green.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT “ 'You are in a frightful position. I see that You have married Dr. Cameron and are expecting his presence every moment at the door. If she is seen, you are lost, for you could not bear a com parison with her. point for point, how ever perfectly you carry off her appear ance when alone. What then is to be done? I can see but two alternatives Either acknowledge the whole and re lease the doctor—a course I certainly should advise—or you must trust me with this body to dispose of as I think fit.* “ 'I can not tell Dr. Cameron,' was my answer. I have married him and I mean to live with him. He would wish it if he knew He loves me and there is no Genevieve now. I hurt no one by my action and I save everybody from deep and lasting pain.’ “His lip stem as Iron. Just quivered for a moment as If he denied this last assertion, but he said: " ‘Listen, then. I will help you. Mil dred because, hard-hearted as I am. I pity you. When you are gone^-you an going on a wedding journey, I pre sume " "I nodded. " ‘I will carry Genevieve out, secretly If 1 can, openly if I must, and putting her in my phaeton drive her to Mrs. Olney's house. My driver is with me but I will dismiss him, and by taking every precaution possible to avoid observation, I may succeed in getting away from the house unnoticed. If I do, 1 will say she took poison on the route: If I do not, that she is ill and that 1 being a phy sician and her engaged husband, 1 am taking her home. In either case I shall declare her to be Mildred Farley, and to this story I shall cling till you your self Inform me that your husband knows the truth and that it Is useless to per sist In the lie any longer. Do you un derstand me, Mildred?' “I signified that I did, and he went on. " ‘I think I can manage it so that you will be saved from all inquiries. If I do not. remember that you are Gene vieve Gretorex, and play your part well. Now. where Is the bottle from which she took the acid?’ “I showed him, and he picked it up and put It in his pocket. He had j hardly done this when I heard my hus- I band’s rap. j “ ‘Put out the light,’ he motioned. 'And keep him out of the room at all i hazards,’ he added. In the lightest of whispers. *'I dM as he bid, and succeeded In j getting another moment alone with him. “ ’Have you her veil?’ he asked. "I had not, and knew not where to find It. " *1 must have one,’ he said, 'to throw over her face.’ “I tossed him the one I had intended to wear myself. He took It. and I has tened to gather up my own clothing and leave the room. "When I went back again. It was with Peter. Remembering that Dr. Moles- worth. in all probability, knew’ nothing about the house we were In, I took occasion to ask this man, as he lifted up my trunk, who was In the kitchen. He answered, 'No one but the caterers, ma’am.' After which I Inquired If the back stairs were clear, and. being told they were, advised him to take the . trunk down that way, to w’hich he re- ' plied that he Intended to. I finished by asking him to go around with the j carriage to the side entrance, w’here I I should have some money to give him i Thus, 1 freed the back stairs and gave j to Dr Molesworth, listening near, a hint of the way he should go. I suppose he ( acted upon it, but never having had the opportunity to speak te him ugain alone, I do not know anything more about it than the rest of the world. “Of the events following that dreadful night, you already are acquainted. From a belief that Dr. Molesworth had succeeded in his undertaking, I was sud denly awakened to the consciousness that from some error in Judgment he had laid himself open to the worst kind of suspicion. "Was it a shock, do you think? And when in a still more dreadful hour that suspicion shifted to myself, and I saw the secret upon which depended my honor and happiness threatened with ex posure, do you wonder that my Integri ty succumbed to my fears? “Driven by the Instinct of self-pres ervation to subterfuge and prevarica tion, I soon found myself entangled In a network of deceit. Even when I told the truth as I did to the inspector at the time he pressed me to give him the name of the woman who made my dresses, I followed It up with a lie to my husband. For w’hile the half coy, half audacious admission that I had made them myself was calculated to silence the man whose question I feared, it would hardly have helped my cause with the doctor, who had been told more than once how helpless Genevieve Gretorex was with her hands. "And so the vain struggle went on un til it was suddenly made apparent to me that my husband's respect was giving way before my duplicity. “Then, in an agony of remorse, I took an oafh, the keeping of which ulti mately brought on the revelations I feared. But I can not regret this. It has slain my husband's love for the false Genevieve, but from the ashes of this passion I hope to see arise a love for Mildred Cameron that will In time make the happiness of my life. “It Is the aim of my existence to be henceforth worthy of that happiness.” (THE END.) A Bad Actor. “So you want to join our company?” said the theatrical manager to the seedv-looking applicant. "In what pieces have you ever appeared?” "Well,” replied he, "my last engage ment was with ‘The Blot on the ’Scutcheon.’ ’’ "What Character did you act?” “I was the Blot." No Wonder. “Do you play any instrument, Mr. Jimp?” "Yes; I’m a cometist.” “And your sister?” "She’s a pianist.” "Does your mother play?” "She’s a zitherist.” "And your father?” "He's a pessimist.” Despondent? 1 AODAKS?-w£W * 1 B ^ f Pitman* rlrst Class Finishing and En larging A complete stock -.Ini*, plates, papers, chemical*, etc special Mall Order Department for ut-of-town customers. Send tor Catalogue and Price List. ! « * A. H+ tV/i£S C . Koaak | 14 Wb tehall St ATLANTA. GA Hare yon f roqnent beadurheo, a coated tongue, bitter taete in the morning, "heartburn," belching of roe, acid rie- int s in throat after eating, stomach gnaw or bum, foul breath, dizzy spell*, poor appetite? A torpid liver is the trouble in nine case* out of ten Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery is a most efficient liver invigoratnr, stom ach tonic, bowel regulator and nerve strengthener. Your Druggiat Can Supply ^ea your wlwtful eyes and your faitnnrt, grieved heart—but do you know who I pity all the time? The poor lad with the machine. Think a minute, don’t you—honest ly now? Which would you rather be—the auto youth there in the machine with the girl liking his machine and laugh ing at him—or you there in the shade by the road with the girl’s heart in your keeping? Poor man in the machine — there’s nothing to him—but hi* machine— how can you feel anything but sorry •or him? The girl—what shall you do to keep her from going with the machine and the man?* Not a thing, not a single, tiny thing —this is your chance to find out ex actly the kind of girl she ls--you couldn’t have a better one if you planned a dozen years. Which does the girl care most for—you or a ma chine? What is it she wants in life—- love, sympathy, companionship — or money, show, ease? Now’s the time to find all this out —before the wedding bells begin to ring Don’t wait till you’re In town trying to earn the money to make the first payment on your little home—* ihe home you have dreamed of so long—and then discover some fine day tihat the girl you married is dissatis fied with you—because she has to do her own work and help save the bank balance. Don’t try to make that girl you think you love over, young man; you •an't do it. She’s what she Is—ana always will be—and neither you nor anyone else on earth can change her. If she’s a peacock, don’t try to make yourself tihlnk she's a neat lit tle brown hen, and then be sick and oorry when she refuses to stay in the barnyard with you, but wants to strut somewhere with the reat of her gay, vain family. Honk, honk—chuff, chuff—the man with the automobile—'he’s the best friend you and the little girl who’s trving to decide between you, ever had. He’ll help you decide the great question, and decide it the right way, and whisper I wouldn’t be too cross with the little girl, just yet. anyhow; she’ll decide for you, see if she don't, and then Just t.hink how proud you'll be of her decision. TELL, well, well, what a sensa- 1 tion we are creating, sisters. Talk abou* the emotional sex! Did you ever hear the like jf the commotion about the women’s new sort of frocks? They arrested two perfectly nice girls In Portland, Oreg., the other day and sent them home in a taxi be cause the policemen didn’t approve cf their skirtycoats. They fined a wom an in Kansas City last week for the cut of her dress, and in New Eng land they are thinking of passing a- law about what shall be worn and what shall be left off. Dear me! I never had the least idea our clothes were so important. How much less interest we do take in the way men dress. Can you fancy the women calling out the police bee'use they didn’t think men were dressed properly? They -would look the other way and never even mention brother’s eccen trie clothes. And unless they were very bathing suity indeed, they would never even know that there was any thing at all peculiar About them. 1 wonder why? I heard them talking about it 'it dinner the other night, the men—on? middle-aged and two young—and, oh. the things they said about us for speaking to the women who wore 'em! And yet do you know I hap pened to be with the middle-aged man when we met two of the ladies who shocked him so ind I thought he looked rather pleased than other wise. Still he seemed so cross at dinner' Isn’t It odd? “But my wife " said the middle- aged man. “But my sister " said the young man. “But my sweetheart ” said the other young man. And I do believe that every one of the tnree was per fectly willing to have somebody else’s wife and somebody else’s sweetheart and somebody else’s sister be as mod ern as the latest fashion plate from Paris. So it Is evident that they uo not think the new fashions ugly—lsr’t it? I wonder what it all means—th!s sudden return to the “altogether" In the way of dress or undres.- Some of the frocks are really—er —and when you see the faces of the women who wear them—n! :e, friend ly, decent faces—Just the sort of women you'd pick out to pal wi h In a long ocean trip, if It wasn’t for their astonishing frocks—good women modest women, kind women, women who wouldn’t think of “breaking up a home,” and yet—what In the world does it all mean? Are women getting worse and less modest? Have the ragtime songs really struck in, and do nice women think of things they never used even to know existed? Or are they getting nicer and more modest and cleaner minded—so clean minded that they don’t see anything so very interest ing in a trim ankle and don’t under stand why anyone else should, and are going to let it go at that? After all, the most immodest, frock I ever saw was a nun’s drer? at a masked ball. The dress w f a all right, but the woman who wore it made it a horror. Are we getting sr that we can think of something be sides sex, we women, and do we walk abroad clad In these very sug gestive garments without meaning a hint of a suggestion at all? Are we evoluting or are we sinking back? “Whither," in fact, “are we drift ing?" The meanest man I know acts exactly like the most generous ones Sometimes it’s hard to know which is which. It has always been ad mitted that absolute innocence ana unscrupulous boldness had an amaz ing family resemblance. What are we getting to be, we women—bold faced Jades or open-browed Inno cents? Are we reading and working and thinking so much that we’ve forgot ten all about the primitive facta of life, or don’t we think about any thing but those facta? Doesn’t It mean a thing, the old. superstition about the natural mod esty of women, or does it mean so much that you simply can’t fathom it at all? Who’ll answer? Who knows? Not the men—oh, never, never, the men—not even those who pride themselves on the fact that they “know women.** But really, now, gentlemen and brethren, haven’t you Juat a little bit of a faint Inkling of bow funny, how outrageously funny all this shocked surprise is on your parts? Now', If you were all burlesque managers? Business Is—after all la said and done—business, isn’t It? But—Just plain, everyday men who have to pay to go to musical comedies—tell us, do, why do you Just show such alarming symptoms of outraged virtue? It would be edifying to know, and maybe your attitude wouldn’t be so incredibly funny—If we Just knew. Do tell us. I N DIGESTION? 8top It quickly; Have ymxr grooer i you one dos. bottles of SHIVA R SINGER ALE Drink with meals, and If not prompt ly relieved. get your money back at our expense. Wholesome deli cious, refreshing. Prepared with the •elebrated 8hlvar Mineral Water and the purest flavoring materials. SHIVAR SPRING, Manufacturer* SHELTON, S. C. , m. L. 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