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The Truth, Children Dear, Is Thai Santa Claus Is an Imposter; the Real Christmas Saint is a Woman
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THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
,*i Beauty
1 Charmingly Unique Short Story, (jO/npiete.
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A DELIGHTFULLY jIFFERENT TALK WITH MME. YORSKA
The Power of Persuasion
A Charming Evening GotPn
Fullv Described bv Olivette.
Adapted from the Big Broadway Success
By Owen Davis.
| Novelized by!
(From Owen Davis’ play now being pre
sented at the Playhouse. New York, by
AY! Hi am A Brad\ Copyright. 1913, by
International News Service >
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
■’Please: Don't let me hurt you! Let
me be gentle, but I can't sta> I can't
bear any more."
He loosened her clinging arms sor
rowfully almost, as one Impelled by a
force too great for himself. He held
her hands in his cold ones for a mo
ment— and looked at her in pity.
”Th$re, dear there Forgive me!"
He half led. half carried her to a < hair
and placed her in it as if she. had beep
a helpless child. And, indeed. Kmil>
Nelson Was almost helpless now Half
fainting—sobbing collapse imminent,
she fell away from his arm? She had
fought for the life of her first born—
and lost
"God bless you, mother." The boy's
voice was tendeV now. He was speak
ing his farewell his final farewell
After all he had once loved his beautiful
young mother and he would never see
her again And never again would he
see. the father, who ha/1 given him life
the father he had estranged past all for
giveness His father would never know
how the blow on his cheek had seared
its red path of torture Into the heart of
the son who had struck him
“God bless you, mother—and good
bye ’'
With one last scourging of her will
Emily Nelson cried out she struggled
for her boy's life and her own sanity.
‘•NO, KEN NO! CHARUK!"
‘ ’ Charlie! ’ ’
In the hour of death she railed the
name oT the man she had loved—her
boy’s father the man to whom she was
bound by fetters past pride's breaking
-the man she must always love now.
Relentlessly Kenneth went his self-
appointed way—to the blood atonement
He could not face life and the. long
days 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 ot 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 wailing 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
0 0 0
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
Nelsons 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
love
THE END.
I V 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 fist basket half
filled witu big oranges.
Everybody else was half dead with
heat, but the Tartar felt nothing.
What was he thinking, as he sat
there with his basket of oranges,
worth, perhaps, one rouble and a half.
Mme. Yorska in Two Charming Poses.
Do You Know—-
By MAUDE MILLER
W HAT Is the secret and how' do
you tell? Oh, it is an absorb
ing topic, and a very difficult
question to decide. But Madame
Yorska. that dear, elusively dainty
little French actress formerly of the
Theatre Sarah Bernhardt, Faria, 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 j|lven everyone
to have so many admirers. And now
for the secret. The mod important
thing in the world for a girl to know
about. Far more Important than any
beauty hints, they are of secondary
importance. What is it? The secret
of understanding a man
"O, mon Dieu. these men," said
Mm- Yorska. who at present is ar
tistic director of the French Drama
Society of New York, clasping her
hands and leaning forward from the
big couch where she was curled up
among the cushions. "They are like
children; they come to us all flushed
with health and the joy of living, and
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?
Ah. no; we laugh very humanly, and
long quite shamelessly to pet them
as we would a good child or a favor
ite Newfoundland dog
MVI IIIFFin l.T.
"You must not mind any feeling of
ennui, remember, as you funny Kiijj-
1 lish put it; it is all in a good cause
! These clever men, they are so funny
j they get drunk on their genius if they
have any, but they are no match for
the clever woman. Hhe 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 Ills
charm. But there Is no man who is
too clever to lose his hand to a woman
j if she lias learned how to play hoi
best card. She must appear indiffer
ent to him at first, and gradually ah
low' him to arouse her interest. Real
i interest, or seeming interest, it is all
the same. He will be too absorbed In
{himself to notice. And by and by
when she finds thai she must tear
nerself away, he will say to his
fi lends, "Such an interesting woman,
so much temperament, so sympathetic,
I must see her again." Not a word
about the color of her eyes, or the
straight line of her aristocratic little
nose, or the maddening curve of her
mouth. Not that l mean to imply that
a man does not care for beauty. Not
at all, hut a clever woman can make
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.
It would hurt your heart to be any
thing but natural when lie is willing
to play the game so fairly.
’ But be careful lest you lose your
heart in a game like this, for it is
the most dangerous kind to play, al
though it is generally true that the
kind ma*i is too straightforward, too
honorable to engage in a game oi’
hearts for his own amusement-
‘The very young man is very much
Die same as the older man with a
pose, although he is not so clever.
Jut 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
some very rude awakening. Jt de
velops his manhood and in the hands
of a very clever woman any latent
possibilities can easily be developed
after the- foolishness has somewhat
evaporated.
"You have enjoyed my little talk?
Yes? Mere*!, beauooup. I have en
joyed it much. I hope 1 have given
you all, what you say, good advice."
Most likely he was thinking of noth*
;g at all, for why should a Tartar
think when hie w hole world of thought
is limited to half dozen commonplace
ideas? This Is permitted; that is for
bidden The Tartar is satisfied to
take things as he finds them.
So la*.v had he grown that he did
not even care to hum to himself the
beautiful Tartar tune which the Tar
tar boy play* on his flute Sundays,
as he saunters along the aisles of the
bazaar in the wake of the fat, opu
lent wholesale dealer In fruit, who
walks along looking as important as
if h** were a Roman conqueror whose
praise is being sung by singers and
musicians.
The Tarta • sat half asleep, dozing
over his oranges and feeling so com
fortable that he did not even want to
raise his head to look at the elegant
carriage passing along the street.
Otherwise the street was nearly
empty, but in the distance was a
man in a dark blue suit and a straw
hat. tottering along, affected by heat
and wine.
When he reached th** Tartar he
stopped and stared down into the bas
ket wit.) his dull ayes. Then with
some exertion he asked
"Do you sell oranges. '
"Certainly," drawled the Tartar as
he raised his eyebrows lazily. "Do
you want some?"
"Are you a Tartar?"
"Of course T am," the Tartar said
good naturedly.
NO \ODK \
"A man has got to be something.
Some are Tartars and some are
Greeks.”
"Yes—and. say, do you drink
vodka?"
"No. we do not drink. It is for
bidden.’’
"Why, in Heaven's name.’ is that
forbidden." asked the passer-by.
"Does vodka do you harm?"
"Yes. it is written in our law that
we must not drink. It is a great
sin."
"Nonsense. What harm could that
do you? I am sure you must have
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 an<l was trying ft)
think of an answer.
"When a man is drunk he stutters
Is that as it ought to be?"
“You don’t know what you are
talking about. A man dors 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 shou’dn't a person sing when
he feels like it?"
"If he sings well, I do., mind, but
a drunken man yells."
"My dear friend Tartar, what doe?
It matter to him if others don't like
his singing? If 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 has
fallen like tHat. no one can rob him.”
"Why not? How can you say such
a thing? There are plenty of thieves
who would do it."
"But how’ can they steal anything
from im, you fool of a Tartar? When
a man is that drunk, he has nothing
lett that anybody can steal.”
>IORF. ARGIMERT.
"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
more. No answer occurred to him. J
At last he said:
"But the man's boss will say to j
him: ’We don't want a drunken!
monkey like you. Get out!’"
"A man should drink intelligently
and not let himself be caught by his
boss.”
“A man ahould not drink at all.
Everybody knows that vodka has a
bitter taste”
"Nonsense! If you don't like the
bitter, drink something sweet.”
"But why should I drink when I
don’t feel like drinking at all?”
A very Impressive argument, but j
the champion of drink did not give in
”JIow is it possible r.ot to feel like'
drinking? Besides, a Russian drinks
even if he does nor feel like it. At i
first it seems a little, hard but you |
soon get used to it. Did you ever I
read any statist!—statistics?”
Now, what is that?”
' Well if you had you would know]
that according to stast—statistics
every man in Russia drinks a litre!
and a half of vodka a year. Do you
understand!* Is it \ our duty then
to drink -or not?'
The Tartar sighed,
head and admitted:
naturally it is"
That is how it is.” said the pas
serby and walked on. When he
reached the ha; no: . he stopped, j
leaned against a pillar and gazed at j
the limpid blue water of the bay.
He was thinking.
"That Tartar is a sensible fellow'." !
he muttered to himself. “He is right.
Vodka is no good He says it ruins'
your health and robs you of your
money and your Job. I know what
I am going to do. [ an?, going to
chuck drinking—Shut up. don't con
tradict me!”
He raised his hand and stood as
if he were listening to dim voices
within himself.
”1 have chucked it,” he said.
• • •
The man was barely out of sight
when the Tartar began to feel an
unpleasant sensation. He nodded
his head repeatedly, smacked his i
tongue and tugged at his full trous
ers. Then he said to himself: ,
“What that man said was true. He'
is quite right. If I drink and like ;
it, it is nobody else’s business.”
Ho jumped up. picked up his
basket, walked quickly down tow
ards the harbor and entered the inn
"The Jolly Tars "
scratched his
“Of course.
I p=to=Date Jokes
"I haven’t seen Tlemmandshaw for
a week.”
“No: he hasn’t been out of the house
since his accident."
“Was he seriously injured?’’
"No; but he feels the disgrace
deeply.”
“Disgrace?”
“Yes. After living in the heart of
the City all his life, he went to the
country one day last week ana was
run over by a m'ilk 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 his 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 best policy,
arter all.”
Bill—"How?”
"Remember that dog I stole?”
"Y es.”
"Well, I tried two hull days to sell
’im, an’ no one offered more’n five
dollars: so T went, like a honest man,
an’ guv him to th’ ole lady what
owned ’im, and she guv me ten.”
The safest railway line in the world
ought to be the Illinois Central. No
other railway certainly hay carried its
precautions against accident Into such
minute detail A general order lias just
been issued prohibiting drivers, firemen
and conductors- everyone, in fact, who
is concerned with the actual running >f
the trains - from carrying on their
watchfaoes pictures of sweethearts,
wives or babies Such pictures, it is
explained, are likely to distract the at
tention of employees from their work.
Some suggestive experiments have
been made on German warships with
lighted projectiles, which it is thought
may take the place of the electric
searchlight. The projectile, which
tilled with calcium carbide, is tired from
a cannon and. since it is lighter than
water, after striking it comes to the
surface During .t* immersion water is
automatically admitted and produces
acetylene gas. which burns with an il
lumination equal to that of 3.000 can
dles
A gorilla flew as a passenget in an
aeroplane from Siraaburg to Metz 1 •*
Oliver day The animal is the pet of a
Herman military airman, who acted as
pilot The ape at first refused to he
tied into the machine, but submitted at
ter some persuason Through th*- flight
be ^creamed and trembled, and when
the machine landed he was ho paralyzed
from fright that he had to be helped out
of the passenger’s seat.
Household Suggestions
Should the inkpot h<‘ aecidenUllv
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BAY -1 Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
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ATLANTA. GA Acivt.
upset on tablecloth or carpet, pour a
little cold water over it at once. The
Ink will float on the water, and when
riot It or 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 polishing* duster. The result will
be an easy and brilliant polish.
Used in water as a dail> gargi ■,
borax keeps the throat healthy. Used
in water for cleansing the teeth, it
"disinfects” them and prevents their
decaying.
Oh. the Perils of Pretence!
j Onl> last week that infatuated
ifuetendci. Augustus lYrkly. on eii-
I lering a ballroom said to the footman
| in a loud, peremptory tone of voice:
"Please tell my coachman to bring
the hroughinan back in three hours."
j The footman went, and two minutes
later, as I’erkly was standing up to
dance with Miss Blond, he returned
to say. in a voice audible throughout
the room:
"Your coachman says he can't come
back in three hours, sir, because he’s
gut another fare for then, sir."
Exit Boreleigh.
So you don’t object to late call
ers?" gratefully responded Boreleigh,
who had been delayed
“No.” she replied “It's the la;e
leavers w ho annoj me."
(Novelized by>
»
CASTOR!A
for Infants and Children
The Kind You Hava Ajwavc Soueht
j (From 1 h k e play by George Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Tljirty - Mint ti S »>et Theater, f*Vw York.
Serial r ghc 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 and
reason w hv the girl he loved—the girl
w hose eyes said. "I love you." had de
nled in words the message that gave
him hope.
"Address iiujexed- initial (I. Yes
. Graham, Aline—daughter of Gor
don Graham. District Attorney. One
letter—own hand ar.l 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 his face. In hor
ror he voiced his 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 cyn:i s answer to knowledge such
as this burning blast from the hell
like furnaces of l w rid s own pur-,
gatory.’ "Women they're all alike—
all of 'em alter all'.’" Would he say
this, think this ami leave Aline to her
And then Captain l^awrence 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 ver> atoms. And Then he
raised a transfigured face and said his
• feed with the devotion of a worshiper
at some pure altar:
NO! SHE IS A GOOD \VOMAN—j
» >R 1 NEVER M FT ONE! ’
" Tea is here. Captain." spoke Bar
ney's precise voice.
Holbrook started.
"Four me a cup ami let it cool a
little."
“Cream. Captain ’
"No (Team, and no sugar Just tea."
"Vis, 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 7-4—
Barney, clean up that mess 1 made on
the hearth and put the pan and the
red lamp awa\."
"Yis, sir."
‘ Hello—724? Your night editor, please!
Hello—night editor? This is Captain
Law rence Holbrook—a es. sir. same. You
promised Mr. Graham this afternoon to
publish a denial of the engagement of
his daughter. Miss Aline Graham, to
me w'ELL. NEVER MIND THE DG
N1AL that's t, exactly, let the matter
g«* as it lays. Yes, sir. this s llol-
devflment 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
Holbrook because they knew so little
of his 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 Aline's 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.
H
.IT
ng. •>
d-heirajing ’et - s as it to brook.
himself.
:\actl> PR KM A -
in life But
wUi had taken Aline into Ti*K,;
BI T HL’ITK
RIGHT, and I’m
firm. m.nl,
tra-ghtfimd up like the sol- ! sorr > to
have trouble*
i you at all, sir."
bis great pn
\\ as
i Those
black !>:■ \>s
bad lifted at the
service chief
h; I
•ve* l t r. , ok at an\ let - . corners
to their quU?
nal triangle and
grea surge.
i: ." -i kified Flagg I the bit
ot a brogue
lad deepened a>
s hand on her throat. |d nlway
» did m monn
nts of detenu inn -
fr » i d of \1
t ' 1 ’ II. VXt
i to ment or .i .
t mischievous be-
If lloibrcck
The Confession.
OLBROOK walked over and lifte.
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 for:;,
five, with all a boy's inquiring interest !
Francis Elliott stood with i
prominence at the head o f j
ifusion, surge A secret j
an Episcopal father atjd a j
friendships, he must rank high But the
man would soon prove what were his
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 wore 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 dow*n. Here's some
whisky. I'll just see to the doors a bit.
This is a matter of an extremely con
fidential nature."
He picked up his own cup.
"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
—Fm no fanatic.”
"Bat 1 am not drinking at such an
hour—or when 1 have been called pro
fessionally." Then grave’y he added:
j "What can I do for you. Captain?"
"Judson Flagg, the divorce lawyer—
I the blackmailer of women—and helpless
i girls—has just —
Ins tense voice broke and stopped
! suddenly as Barney entered. "Go to
j your room. Barney , until I rail you."
"Yis. sir."
"Barney?" queried the doctor.' with
n amused smile at the set* q’»s Oriental.
,, •• • w • .f Iri-' ease nr
hr- brogue-tipped name to which he
ad just answered.
To Be Continued To-morrcv..
S IMPLE dinner dress in vervaine brocaded charmeuse. Vervaine
Is one of the glorious new purples brought forth by the new
season.
The richness of color and the simple elegance of line are respon
sible for the beauty of this stunning dress. The full bodice crosses
in a V front and bach and outlines the low neck. .
At the armhole the full material tightens to tak* the place of
sleeves. At the waist again the fullness tightens undet a girdle.
Extremely cldc 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 an^ closes down
the front.
Directly in front it is caught up under a button of the material.
The skirt is quite long in back and is raised by its ovn 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.
■S' S'
Tabloid Tales #
t *t TlAT, 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 call another man a liar and the
other man will never know it.
What. Mother, is meant by Pa-
tience?
Patience. Little One. is that 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 ran 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 his 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, w hen 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 <1 is -
guised.
AYhy. Mother, is Christmas tide called
“the holidays?”
Because, My Child, it is tha season
of the year w’hen every one is worked
almost to death.
FI t A XC ES L. GA RUDE
A KODAK.
Of all the tim«
thing. It win a?
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Cheap and
Easily Made. But Enls
a Cough Quickly
How to Make the Very Best Coufl
Remedy at Home, Fully
Guaranteed.
This pint of cough syrup is easy
made at home and saves you abut
as compared with ordinary couh
remedies. It relieves obstinate cougs
even whooping cough—quickly, art
is splendid, too. for bronchial acti
nia spasmodic croup and hoarsenet
Mix 1 pint of granulated sugar wit
] 2 pint of warm water, and stir fo
two minutes Put 2!t> ounces of Pi
nex < r>0 cents’ worth) in a pint bot
tie, and add the sugar syrup. Tak<
a teaspoonful every one, two or thre<
hours. Tastes good.
This takes right hold of a cough,
arid gives almost instant relief. It
stimulates the appetite and te slight
1\ laxative—both excellent features.
Pinex. as perhaps you know, is a
most valuable concentrated com
pound of Norwa;. white pine ex
tract. rich in guafacol 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 Rent
ed; This plan lias often been imi
tated. but tiie old successful combi
1 .; nevet bet equaled Its i
■ u cost and quick results have mad f
it immensely ponular. \
A guaranty of absolute satisfa- - ,
tion i-r money promptly refunded '
goo^ with this preparation. Your ;
drnggis* ’';is Pin''-. . < v will get it fot ^
you. if n-'t. send |o Th*' Pinex Com- :
pany. Fort Wayne. Ind.