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A By Owen Davla.
[Novelized byl
navis’ play now being pre-
<*•' |•iayhoi.se. New York, by
a Hrady-Copyright, 1913. by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
"Please' Don't let me hurt you! Let
mP be gentle, but I can't stay. I can't
bear any more.”
He loosened her clinging arms—sor-
owftiHy almost, as one Impelled by a
’ , ,, great for himself. He held
bar.u? In his cold ones for a mo-
ted at her In pity.
Th( .re. dear—there. Forgive me!"
He half led. half carried her to a chair
wA placed her In It as if she hail been
helpless child Anti, indeed, Emily
as almost helpless now. Half
timing sobbing—collapse Imminent,
she fp.i away from his arms. She had
fought for the life of her first born—
and lost. t
bless you, mother." The boy s
voice was tender now. He was speak-
ing his farewell—hts final farewell.
Ader all he had once loved his beautiful
young mother—and he would never see
b er again. And never again would he
the father, who had given him life—
ihe father he had estranged past all for
giveness. His father would never know
MV the blew on his cheek had seared
t5 red path of torture into the heart of
the son who had struck him.
"Bod bless you. mother—and good
bye!"
With one last scourging of her will
Emily Nelson cried out—she struggled
for her box's life and her own sanity.
■•Nil, KEN! NO! CHARLIE!"
“Charlie!”
In the hour of death she called the
name of the man she had loved—her
do's father—the man to whom she was
b". ; by fetters past pride’s breaking
e m an she must always love now.
Relentlessly Kenneth went his self-
appointed way—to the blood atonement,
p, could not face life and the long
.ays and hours. Death was but one
moment- and then—oblivion.
He stumbled to the door—wrenched
it open—and there In the portal stood
Charles Nelson.
Charlie!'' cried the mother. Then
nature exacted her dues of outworn
nerves and aching heart. Quickly so
that the two men brought face to faCe
did not know she had succumbed to
emotion. Emily Nelson slipped back in
her chair—swooning.
"Father"' cried the son in a broken
voice of mingled joy and pain. In his
eyes was the dawning light of sanity—
of new day
I have been waiting for a long time.
Ken" said the man with tender
strength in voice and earnest eyes.
He opened his arms. Kenneth stum
bled forward into his father’s welcome
embrace. He had found his refuge.
* * *
And the family skeleton slunk from
the room abashed, defeated by the
deathless power of forgiving love.
In a sordid Bohemian hotel there was
the glow of twilight calm—of peace. In
Emily Nelson’s apartment nearby stood
Mary Burk waiting waiting for the
home-coming of which her loyal heart
felt strangely well assured.
Sunset— and sunrise! For In Kenneth
Nelson's room a boy was kneeling at
bis father’s feet, while a man and wo
man came again Into thefr kingdom—
the Kingdom of Love. And perhaps
one day Kenneth would find his King
dom. too, in the rose-garden of Mary’s
flove.
THE END.
■jt s Beauty <*t
A DELIGHTFULLY JIFFERENT TALK WITH MME. YORSKA
A Charmingly Unique Short Story, Complete.
& The Power of Persuasion
tor
A Charming Evening Golten
Fully Described by Olivette.
I N a corner of one of the most quiet
streets in Sevastopol in the burn
ing sun sat an orange seller, a
Tartar, motionless and half asleep. In
front of him stood a flat basket half
filled^ with big oranges
Everybody else was half dead with
heat, but the Tartar felt nothing.
What was he thinking, as he sat
there with hls basket of oranges,
worth, perhaps, one rouble and a half
Mme. Yorska in Two Charming Pose».
By MAUDE MILLER.
W HAT is the secret and how do
you tell? Oh, it i» an absorb
ing topic, and a very difficult
i question to decide. But Madame
| Yorska, that dear, elusively dainty
j little French actress formerly of the
Theatre Sarah Bernhardt, Paris, who
seems to be well versed in the sub
ject, has whispered some very im
portant secrets which will perhaps
help those who are more inexperi
enced.
Of course it isn’t given everyone
to have so many admirers. And now
Do Y
Know
ou
lish put it; It is all in a good cause
These clever men, they are so funny
they get drunk on their genius if they
have any, but they are no match for
the clever woman. She knows intui
tively that even if he is clever most
of his manner is a pose.
"A poseur is very uninteresting, all
the time thinking of himself and his
charm. But there is no man who is
too clever to lose his hand to a woman
if she has learned how to play her
best card. She must appear indiffer
ent 1o him at first, and gradually al
low him to arouse her interest. Real
for the secret. The most important ; j n terest, or seeming interest, it is all
r«‘, ‘Va\ e \
beauty hints; they are of secondary | himself to notice. And by and by
importance. What is it? The secret j W hen she finds that she must tear
of understanding a man. nerself away, he will say to hls
•*U, raon Dieu. these men." said | f r jfmds, "Such an interesting woman,
Mme Yorska. who at present is ar- So much temperament, so sympathetic,
tistlc director of the French Drama j must see her again.’’ Not a word
Society of New York, clasping her about the color of her eyes, or the
hands and leaning forward from the straight line of her aristocratic little
big couch where she was curled up n0 se. or the maddening curve of her
among the cushions "They are like m0 uth. Not that I mean to imply that
children; they come to us a 1 flushed a man does not care for beauty. Not
with health and the joy of living, and at a u t but a clever woman can make
Most likely he was thinking of noth
ing at all, for why should a Tartar
think vh<n his whole world of thought
is limited to half dozen commonplace
Ideas? This is permitted; that is tor-
bidden The Tartar is satisfied to
take things as he finds them.
So lazy luui he grown that, he did
not even care to hum to himself the
beautiful Tartar tune which the Tar
tar boy plays on his flute Sundays,
as he saunters along the aisles of the
basaar in the wake of the fat. opu
lent wholesale dealer in fruit, who
walks along looking as Important as
If he were a Roman conqueror whope
praise Is being sting by singers and
musicians.
The Tartar sat half asleep, dozing
over his oranges and feeling so com
fortable that he did not even want to
raise hts head to look at the elegant
carriage passing along the street
Otherwise the street was nearly
empty, but in the distance war* a
man in a dark blue suit and a straw
hat tottering along, affected by heat
and wine.
When he reached the Tartar he
stopped and stared down into the b r, e
ket with his dull eves Then with
some exertion he asked
"Do you sell oranges?"
'‘Certainly.’’ drawled the Tartar as
he raised hls eyebrows lazily. "Do
you want some'”’
"Are you a Tartar?”
"Of course 1 am,' the Tartar said
good naturedly.
NO VODK4
A man has got to be something
more. No answer occurred to him.
At last he said
“But the man's boas will say to
him - ‘We don't want a drunken
monkey like you. Get out!'”
"A man should drink intelligently
and not let himself be caught by hls
boss
"A man should not drink at all
Everybody knows that vodka has a
j bitter taste ”
"Nonsense: If you don’t like the
bitter, drink something sweet."
' Hut why should I drink when 1
don’t fAel like drinking at all?"
A very Impressive argument, but
the champion of drink did not give in
•'1-low is it possible not to feel like
drinking? Resides. Russian drinks
even if ho does not feel like it. At.
first it seems a little hard but you
soon get used to It. Did you ever
read afi.v statist!—statistics?”
"Now what Is that?"
"Well if you had you would know
that according to stast statistics
every than in Russia drinks a litre
and a half of vodka ,i year. Do you
understand? Is it your duty then
to drink or not?”
The Tartar sighed scratched hls
head and admitted “Of course,
naturally it is."
That is how it is." said the pas
serby and walked on. When he
reached the harbor. he stopped,
leaned against a pillar and g.iaed at
the limpid blue water of the bay.
Ue was thinking
"That Tartar is a sensible fellow.”
he muttered to himself. "Me l» right,
Some are
Fart a rs
and
some
are
Vodka is no good 1i«
says it ruins
your health and roh*
you of your
Greeks."
money and your Job
l know what
"Yes—and.
say,
do
ou <3
rink
1 am going to do. 1
urn going to |
vodka ?”
chuck drinking Shut
up. don’t con- j
11 is
for-
trad let me"
"No, we d
o not d
rink
He raised hls hand
and stood ns;
bidden/'
If he were listening
to dim voices!
"Why. In
Heaven'
« name, in
tha t
within himself.
V
forbidden,"
a alt ed
the
pa sse
- by.
"1 have chucked it." 1
• • •
le said.
"Does vodka
do you
bar m
The man wan bareh
out of sight!
"Yes. it is
written
in oi
r law
that
when the Tartar began to feel an 1
we must no
t drink
It
is a g
reat
unpleasant sensation.
He nodded i
sin ”
his head repeatedly,
smack ed his
could
tongue anil fugged at
hls full trous j
"Nonsense
What
harm
that
ers. Then lie said to
himself:
do you? 1
am sure
you
must
liave
"What that man said
was true. He *
often they have not an Idea in their
heads But do they enjoy life any the
less? Ah. no. and why? Because
they are unconscious of the fact. And
we women. Do we in our funny su
perior way look at them askance?
a man think she is beautiful.
• Then there is the kind man. One
often finds the kindest men among
the bourgeois class. It takes brains
to be an intelligent bourgeois. And
with the kind man you need not play.
Ah no; we laugh very humanly, and j* would hurt your heart to be any-
lon’g quite shamelessly to pet them 1 thing but natural when he is willing
as we would a good child or a favor- t0 play the game so fairly,
lte Newfoundland dog. "But be careful lest you lose your
K(VI , fitirfriCULT heart In a Ra,me 1,ke Th5Pl for U is
NOT 1 1 the most dangerous kind to play, al-
"You must not mind any feeling of tnoug h it is generally true that the
ennui, remember, as you funny En 1 ;- kind maq Is too straightforward, too
Honorable to engage in a game of
hearts for his own amusement.
“The very young man is very much
the same as the older man with a
pose, although he is not so clever.
But he studies charm and makes a
dash to be what you call a lady killer.
He does not know that he is very
funny, he Is too egotistical, and it Is ;
often a very good plan to give him I
some very rude awakening. ]t de-
velops his manhood and in the hands |
of a very clever woman any latent I
possibilities can easily be developed i
after the foolishness has somewhat
evaporated.
"You have enjoyed my little talk?
Yes? Merci, beaucoup. I have en
joyed it much. I hope I have given
you all, what you say, good advice.”
misunderstood the Koran Hand It
to me and I will show you a p ace
where it says you may drink."
The Tartar shrugged his shoulders
He was offended and was frying to
think of an answer
"When a man is drunk he HtutJeys
Is that as it ought to be?"
"You don’t know what you are
talking about. A matt does not stut
ter because he wants to The vodka
makes him do that against his will.”
"And then he totters, s gs and
brays like a donkey enough to scare
cats and dogs away. Is that proper?”
"Why shouldn’t a person sing when
he feels like it?"
‘ If he sings well. 1 do mind, but
a drunken man yells.”
"My dear friend Tartar, what does
it matter to him if others don’t like
his singing? Jf it annoys them let
them drink, too.”
Again the Tartar was thinking, try
ing to find an answer. At last he said
with a triumphant smile:
"When a man is drunk, he falls In
the middle of the street and while he
sleeps like a dead man, thieves plund
er him."
"That is not so.” cried the cham
pion of vodka. "Do you hear. Tar
tar? That is a lie. When a man lias
fallen like that, no one can rob him.”
Why not? How can you say suedi
a thing? There are plenty of thieves
who would do it."
“But how can they stenl anything
from him, you fool of a Tartar? When
a man is that drunk, he has nothing
left, that anybody can steal."
more argument.
••perhaps! But then they may steal
his shoes."
“And what does that matter, when
it is as hot as to-day? It will only
make you feel cooler.”
The Tartar was in a dilemma once
is quite right. Jf I drink and lilqe
it. it is nobody else s business."
Ilw Jumped up. picked up ills
basket, walked quickly down tow
ards Die harbor and entered the Inn
“The Jolly Tars ’
up-to-Date Jokes
"1 haven’t seen Hemmandshnw for
a week."
"No; he hasn't been out of the house
since hls accident.”
“Wa« he seriously Injured?”
"No; but he feels the disgrace
j deeply.”
“Disgrace ?“
“Yes. After living in the heart of
the City all his life, he went to the
country one day last'weftk and was
run over by a milk wagon.”
• • •
Secretary Bryan, at a luncheon in
Washington, said of a man who
through modesty, had declined an
Important and useful office:
“So he wants to hide hls light
under a bushel, eh? Then perhaps
the country is just as well off with
out his services When a man talks
of hiding his light under a bushel, 1
usually think that, a thimble would
answer the purpose just as well."
• • •
Jim—"Honesty is the beat policy,
arter all.”
Bill—“How ?’*
"Remember that dog 1 stole?”
"Yes.”
"Well, I tried two hull days to sell
’im, an* no one offered more'n five
dollars; so I went, like a honest man,
an' guv him to th’ ole lady what
owned 'im. and she guv me ten.”
S IMPLE dinner dress in vervaine brocaded charmeuse. Vervain*
is one of the glorious new purples brought forth by the new
season.
The richness of color and ihe simple elegance of line are respoD
sible for the beauty of this stunning dress. The full bodice crosses
in a V from and back and outlines the low neck.
Ai the armhole the full material tightens to take the place of
sleeves. At the waist again the fullness tightens under a girdle.
Extremely chic is this wide girdle of very pale green liberty silk
which ties in a great soft bow just at the crossing of the surplice.
The plain skirt Is slightly gathered round the waist and closes down
the front.
Directly in front it is caught up tinder a button of the material
The skirt Is quite long in back and Is raised by its own line of
drapery in front.
For the woman who objects to the sleeveless effect, the gown
may be improved by a short angel sleeve of the green liberty or of
self colored tulle.—OLIVETTE.
The safest railway line in the w’orld
°ught to be the Illinois Central. No
other railway certainly has carried its
precautions against accident into such
minute detail. A general order has just
oeen issued prohibiting drivers, firemen
onductora—everyone, in fact, who
^concerned with the actual running of
trains- from carrying on their
watehfaces pictures of sweethearts,
* , 8 . or babies Such pictures, it is
^plained, are likely to distract the at
tention of employees from their work.
Some suggestive experiments have
made on German warships with
‘•rnjectiiea, which it is thought
J ake the place of the electric
■ ear .light. The projectile, which is
wi,il calcium carbide. Is fired from
cannon anr k sinc e it is lighter than
sure aflPr striking it comes to the
During its immersion water is
Jl^tically admitted and produces
inmi . e gas - which burns with an il-
dlesNation equal to that of 3,000 can-
a K°rilla flew as a passenger in an
i an*. from Strasburg to Metz the
*r lay The animal is the pet of a
’•-r.na 1, military airman, who acted ns
. .T Th** ape at first refused to he
jl' ,u " tllP machine, but submitted af-
- 1 '“rsuason. Through the flight
.w ' ■ •! and trembled, and when
d h« WAB SO paralyzed
, r:e ‘ ’ that he had to be helped out
01 me passenger’s seat.
Round trip holiday
n FARES between
points in southeast
VIA
the west point
route.
18 T 'iq K |J S 0N SALE December 17,
1913 V°', 21 ' 22 > 23 ' 24 ' 25 3L
Limit , Januar y 1, 1914. RETURN
L p January 6, 1914.
Calyon 3 *' ' n ^ orma *i° n write to, or
„ J. P. BILLUPS,
F M TH G 0MPS0N aSSen9er A9en ‘-
' stru:t Passenger Agent.
ATLANTA, GA. Advt.
Household Suggestions
Should the Inkpot be accidentally
upset on tablecloth or carpet, pour a
little cold water over it at once. The
Ink will float on the water, and when
cloth of carpet is rubbed dry no sta.n
will show.
In wet weather clean the windows
with chamois leather in the usual
way, then sprinkle a little flour on
the polishine" duster. The result will
be an easy and brilliant polish.
Used in water as a dally gargle,
borax keeps the throat healthy. Used
In water for cleansing the teeth, it
"disinfects” them and prevents their
decaying.
Oh, the Perils of Pretence!
Only last week that infatuated
pretender, Augustus Perkly, on en
tering a ballroom said to the footman
in a loud, peremptory tone of voice:
"Please tell my coachman to bring
the broughman back in three hours.'
The footman went, and two minutes
later as Perkly was standing up to
dance with Miss Blond, he returned
to say, in a voice audible throughout
the room:
"Y'our coachman says he can t come
back in three hours, sir. because he's
got another fare for then, sir
Exit Boreleigh.
“So you don’t object to late fil
ers?” gratefully responded Boreleigii,
who had been delayed.
“No.” she replied. “It’s the late
leavers who annoy me.
AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
■ © Tabloid Tales © ©
(Novelized by)
CASTOR 1A
For Infants and Children.
The Kind You Have Always Bour+t
Bears the
Signature of
( (From the play by George Scar-
_ borough, now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
He found the little red morocco book
—the book that would tell him the sad
reason why the girl he loved—the girl
whose eyes said. “I love you.’’ had de
nied in words the message that gave
him hope.
"Address—indexed—initial G. Yes
. . Graham, Aline—daughter of Gor
don Graham. District Attorney. One
letter—own hand and signature ”
The box dropped to the floor and Cap
tain Holbrook rose to his feet with the
lines of hopelessness forming a net
work of pain across hls face. In hor
ror he voiced hls bitter discovery: "SE
CRET MARRIAGE!—ALINE. . .”
And in a broken tone of despair, he
voiced his pain in one word—"Aline!"
Would his faith die? Would he voice
the cynic’s answer to knowledge such
as this burning blast from the hell-
like furnaces of the world’s own pur-,
gatory? "Women—they’re all alike—
all of ’em—after all?" Would he say
this, think this—and leave Aline to her
doom?
He picked up the little packet of all-
revealing. all-betraying letters as if to
search for what had taken Aline into
the tolls of destruction.
Then he straightened up like the sol
dier he was.
“No, by Jove! I *an't look at any let
ter that is hers fche killed Flagg to
try to get it. his hand on her throat.
poor little lady!"
y-
And then Captain Lawrence Holbrook
walked over to the fireplace and ground
that glass plate with the story of
death printed on it beneath the iron
poker. He did not desist until it was
shattered to very atoms. And then he
raised a transfigured face and said his
creed with the devotion of a worshiper
at some pure altar;
"NO! SHE IS A GOOD WOMAN—
OR I NEVER MET ONE!"
"Tea la here. Captain," spoke Bar
ney’s precise voice.
Holbrook started.
"Pour me a cup and let it cool a
little."
"Cream. Captain?"
"No cream, and no sugar. Just tea.”
"Yis, sir.'
The Captain thrust his hands again
through their accustomed place in the
cuffs of his shirt, he put on his coat
and slipped into its pockets the packet
of letters and the tell-tale morocco book.
The phone was again In demand.
"Hello—-hello! Give me Main 724-
Barney. clean up that mess I made on
the hearth and put the pan and the
red lamp away ’’
"Yis, sir."
"Hello—724? Your night editor, please!
Hello—night editor” This Is Captain
I^awrence Holbrook—yes. sir, same. You
promised Mr. Graham this afternoon to
publish a denial of the engagement of
his daughter, Miss Aline Graham, to
me. WELL, NEVER MIND THE DE
NIAL—that's it, exactly—let the matter
go as it lays. Yes. sir. this Js Hol
brook, himself. Exactly—PREMA
TURE BUT QUITE RIGHT, and I’m
sorry to have troubled you at all. sir."
Those black bn ws had lifted at the
corners to their quizzical triangle- and
the bit of a brogue had deepened as
it always did in moments of determina
tion. excitement or Just mischievous be
devilment of the powers that were soon
to close in on him and the girl he loved
supremely, In spite of all the evidence
against her.
When Alines father had objected to
Holbfook because they knew so little
of hls past, the girl had championed
him with the warmth of love and the
knowledge of her own bitter memories:
"He Is interesting, unusual, a traveler,
a world man, a real man; he is genial
and frank—no one can interest me any
more, father, than my past—interests
him."
But Alines past must interest Hol
brook now—for on it hinged her fu
ture—perhaps her life!
The Captain smiled with the genial
ity Aline had commended and concluded
his chat with the night city editor;
"Thank you—the same to you and
many of them."
He hung up the phone with a sigh
of relief. The statement of his en
gagement to Aline Graham -taker of
life and another man’s wife—or dis
carded love—would "go as it lay.’
Holbrook stirred his tea and prepared
for a draft of it.
The Confession.
H OLBROOK walked over and lifted
the spring lock. The "sick man"
smiled. "Ah, doctor, thank you.
You’re prompt."
The man who entered was a slender,
gray-haired, keen-eyed man of forty
five, with all a boy's inquiring interest
in life. But. Francis Elliott stood with
firm, manly prominence at the head o f
his great profession, surgery. A secret
service chief, an Episcopal father and a
great surgeon—these were the chosen
friends of Aline Graham's "world man
If Holbrook was to t*e judged by h:.->
friendships, he must rank high But the
man would soon prove what were hls
real companions -his thoughts.
The doctor smiled his gentle, kindly
smile—the smile that always won the
hearts of the little lame lads whose
poor legs he knew well how to
straighten.
"You ill, Larry?"
"Not a bit," said Larry as cheerfully
as if getting a man out of bed at this
hour of the night or morning were a
matter, of no import.
"Your boy said " remarked Elliott
in puzzlement.
"I know—I told him—1 wouldn’t a
bothered you, only IT IS ‘life and
death.’ Doctor, sit down. Here's some
whisky. I'll just see to the doors a bit.
This is a matter of an extremely con-
fiiJentJal nature."
He picked up his own imp.
"What’s that?" asked the doctor In
an amazement that gave final testi
mony that this was not Holbrook's reg
ular beverage.
"Tea I need something, and I can’t
risk THAT to-night. But help yourself
—I’m no fanatic."
"But 1 am not drinking at such an
hour—or when I have been called pro
fessionally." Then gravely he added:
"What can 1 do for you. Captain?’’
"Judson Flagg, the divorce lawyer—
the blackmailer of women—ami helpless
girls—has Just ”
Hls tense voice broke and stopped
suddenly as Barney entered. "Go to
your room. Barney, until I call you."
"Yis, sir."
"Barney?" queried the doctor, with
an amused smile at the serious Oriental,
who suggested no whit of Irish ease or
the brogue-tipped name to which he
had just answered
To Be Continued To morrow,
W iAT, Mother, Is a diplomat? I
read so much of them these
days.
A diplomat. My Child, is one whose
manners are so highly polished that he
can rail another man a liar and the
other man will never know it.
What. Mother, is meant by Pa
tience?
Patience. Little One. is tiiat senti
ment which so soon ceases to be a vir
tue when displayed toward the faults
of those you dislike. It is also the best
investment a married woman can make.
Are all, Mother, who talk about oth
ers to be classed as gossips?
No, no, My Child; those you dislike
are gossips; those you like a "well in
formed."
Is it so wicked, then, to listen to gos
sip”
There is nothing more wicked. Little
One. than to listen to gossip, but it is
the popular thing never to condemn the
gossip till one has heard all he has to
tell When hls talk is exhausted, it is
then quite noble for his listeners to
show their contempt for a tattler by
leaving the room.
What, Mother. Is Hope?
The answer. Little One, depends upon
the age of the person in whose breast
it is inspired. In mothers. Hope is that
sentiment which, when they see other
boys slight, abuse and disown their
parents, prevents them from giving
their own boys away.
What, Mother Mine, is meant by 'get
ting back to Nature?"
It is an expression. My Child, used
by those who are figuring on loafing for
a while and want the loafing dis
guised.
A KODAK.
Of all the timely gifts, the very
thing. It will appeal to every mem
ber of the family and make this
Christmas memorable. John L. Moore
Sc Sons have them from $1 to $100.
Let them show you. 42 North Broad
st! eel. -Advt.
Why, Mother, is Christmas time called
"the holidays?"
Because. My Child, it Is that season
of the year when every one is worked
almost to death.
— FRANCES L. GA RSIDE.
Cheap and
Easily Nlade, But Ends
a Cough Quickly
How to Make the Very Beet Cough
Remedy at Home, Fully
Guaranteed.
This pint of cough syrup is easily
made at home and saves you about
$2 as compared with ordinary cough
remedies It relieves obstinate coughs
-ever, whooping cough—quickly, and
is splendid, too, for bronchial asth
ma. spasmodic croup and hoarseness
Mix 1 pint of grunulated sugar with
pint of warm water, and stir for
two minutes Put 2*4 ounces of Pi-
nex (.70 cents’ worth) in a pint bot-
tle* and add the sugar syrup. Take
a teaspoonful every one, two or three
hours. Tastes good.
This takes right hold of a cough
and gives almost instant relief. It
stimulates the appetite and is slight
ly laxative—both excellent features.
Pinex, as perhaps you know, !s a
most valuable concentrated com
pound of Norway white pine ex
tract. rich in guatacol and the other
natural healing pine elements.
No other preparation will do the
work of Pinex in this mixture, al
though strained honey can be used
instead of the sugar syrup, if de
sired.
Thousands of housewives in the
United States and Canada now use
this Pinex and Sugar Syrup Rem
edy. This plan has often been imi
tated. but the old successful combi
nation lias never been equaled. Its
low cost and quick results have mane
it immensely popular.
A guaranty of absolute satisfac
tion or money promptly refundr i
goes with this preparation. Your
druggist has Pinex. or will get it f :
you. If not. send to The Pinex Com
pany. Fort Wayne. Ind.