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THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
*«t s Beauty ,*
a delightfully jifferent talk with mme. yorska
Adapted from the Big Broadway Succes*
By Owen Davis.
[Novelized byl
(From Owen Paris' play now being pre
sented at the Playhouse, New York, by
William A Brady Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service )
TO-DAY’S INSTALLM KN’T
“Please' Don't let me hurt you! Bel
me be gentle, hut 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 gTeat for himself. He held
her hands In his cold ones for a mo
ment and looked at her In pity
“There, dear—there. Forgive me"’
He half led. half carried her to a chair
and placed her In it as if she had been
a helpless child And, indeed, Emily
Nelson was almost helpless now. Half
fainting -sobbing collapse imminent,
she fell away from his arms. She had
fought for the life of her first horn—-
and lost
"God biess you. mother." The boy’s
voice was tender 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 tiie father, who had given him life
the father he had estranged past hil 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
Km lb Nelson cried out she struggled
for her boy’s life and her own sanity.
“NO. KKN! NO! rifARLIB!"
“Charlie!”
In the hour of death she called the
name of the man she had loved her
!)■ y's father the man to whom she was
hound by fetters past pride’s breaking
-the man sin- must always love now
Relentlessly Kenneth went ills self-
appointed wa> to the blood atonement
He could nr. face life and the long
Pays and hours Death was hut 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 oY 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 sanitx
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 lie had found his refuge
* • •
And the family skeleton slunk from
the room abashed, defeated by the
deathless power of forgiving love
In a sordid Bohjpml&p 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 ot which her loyal heart
felt#*trunge!y well assured.
Sums*; and sunrise! For in Kenneth
Nelson' room a boy was kneeling at
his father’s feet, while a man and wo
man came again into thefr kingdom
the Kingdom of Dove And perhaps
one day Kenneth would And his King
dom. too. in the rose- garden of Mary s
love
THE END.
A Charmingly Unique Short Story, Complete.
^—■——— —— 1 —»
The Power of Persuasion &
I N a corner of one of the most quiet
streets In Hevas».opol in the burn
ing sun sat an orange seller, a
Tartar, motionless and half arleep. In
front of him stood a flat basket half
Ailed with 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 Y
ou
.now—
By MAUDE MILLER . I
W HAT Is the secret and how do
you tell? Oil. It U an absorb
ing topic, and a very difficult
question to decide. But Madame
Yorska, that dear, eluslvely dainty
lltt e French actress formerly of the
Theatre Sarah Bernhardt, Paris, who
seems to he 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
| for the secret. The most important
I 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
•‘0. mon Dleu, these men,” said
Mme 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 a 1 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
leas* 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?
I Ah, no; we laugh very humanly, and
long quite shamelessly to pet them
! a? , we would a good child or a favor-
j it*. Newfoundland dog
i >or piFFirri.T.
I “You must not mind any feeling of
ennui, remember, as you funny Eng
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 roost
of his manner la a pose.
“A poseur is very uninteresting, all
the time thinking of himself and his
charm. But there Ih no man who Is
too clever to lose his hand to a woman
If she has learned how to play her
bent card. She must appear indiffer
ent to him at first, and gradually’al
low him to arouse her Interest. Real
interest, or seeming Interest, It is all
tiie aame. He will be too absorbed in
himself to notice. And by and by
when she finds that she must tear
nerself away, he will say to his
ft 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 I mean to imply that
a man does not cate for beauty. Not
it t all, but a clever woman can make
a man think she Is beautiful.
•’Then there is tiie kind man. One
often finds tiie 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 he is willing
to play the gams so fairly.
“But bo 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
*ind man is too straightforward, too
be something,
and some are
you drink
Tt is for-
A V
Honorable to engage In a game of
heart* for his own amusement.
'The very youngs man is very much
Hie same as the older man with a
pose, although lie Is not so clever.
Rut ho studies charm and makes a
dash to be what you call & lady killer.
He does not know that he Is very
funny, he Is too egotistical, ami 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 con easily be developed
after the foolishness has somewhat
evaporated.
“You have enjoyed my little talk?
Yes? Mercl, beaucoup. I have en
joyed It much. I hope I have given
you all. what you say. good advice.”
Most likely he was thinking of noth
ing at all, for why should a Tartar
think when his whole 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 lazy had H»- 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
bazaar in the wake of the fat, opu
lent wholesale dealer In fruit, who
walk* along looking as Important as
if he were a Roman conqueror whose i
praise is being sung by singers and
musicians.
Tiie Tartar sat half asleep, dozing j
over his oranges and feeling so com- j
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 the Tartar he
stopped and stared down into the bas
ket wltii his dull eves 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 1 am.” the Tartar said
good naturedly.
NO VODKA
“A man has got to
Some are Tartars
Greeks. ”
“Yes—and. say, do
vodka?”
"No, we do not drink,
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 (nust 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 l will show you a p'ace
where It says you may drink.”
The Tartar shrugged his shoulders
He was offended and was trying to
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 does not stut
ter because he wants to. The vodka
makes him do that against his will.”
“And then he totters, s gs and j
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. 1 do. mind, but
a drunken man yells.’'
“My dear friend Tartar, what does
it matter to him tf 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 i8 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.”
"Whir not? How can you say such
a thing" There are plenty of thieves
who would do it.”
"But how can they steal anything
frotn him. you fool of a Tartar? When |
a man is that drunk, he has nothing
lert that anybody can steal.”
MOHR ARGUMENT.
"Perhaps! But then they may steal
his shoes.” %
"And what does that matter, when
It Is as hot as to-day? It wfll only
make you feel cooler."
The Tartar was in a dilemma once
more. No answer occurred to him.
At last he said
“But the man’s boss 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 his
boss.”
"A man should not drink at all.
Everybody knows that vodka has a
bitter tasts" •
Nonsense! If you don't like the
bitter, drink something* sweet.”
•But why should I drink when 1
don’t feel like drinking at all?”
A very impressive argument, but
the champion of drink did not give in
’How is it possible not to feel like
drinking.' Besides, a Russian drinks
even if he does not feel like it. At
first it seems a little hard but you
soon get used to it. D!d you ever
read any statist!—statistics?"
“Now, what Is that?"
"Well if you had you W’ould 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 your 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 ho
reached the harbor. he stopped,
leaned against a pillar and gazed at
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. I am 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 chucke4 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
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.”
He 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 haven’t seen Hemmandshaw for
a week.”
"No; he hasn’t been out of the house
since his accident.”
“Wag he seriously injured?"
“No; hut 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 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 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, I
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?"
"Yes."
"Well, I tried two hull days to sell
’lm. an’ no one offered more’n five
dollars; so I went, like a honest man,
an’ guv him to th’ ole lady what
owned lm. and she'guv mo ten.”
The safest railway lit#* in the world
ought to be the Illinois Central No j
other railway certainly has carried its |
precautions against accident into such
minute detail A general order has Just
been issued prohibiting drivers, firemen
and conductors- everyone, m fact, who
s onoerned with the actual running f
rains fro n o&i rj Ing on their
watchfaccs pictures -»f 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
max take the place of the electric
searchlight. The proloctlle, which is
tilled with calcium cat bide, is fired from
n cannon and. since it is lighter than
water, after striking it comes to the
sm-ta '< During its immersion water is
automatically admitted and produces
a -etylene gas. which burns with an 11-
Pur.ination equal !*• that of .1.000 can
dles
Household Suggestions
gorilla flew as a passenger In an
ik.ne from Strasburg to Metz the I
day Tiie an tnal is the pet of a I
an military airman, who acted as j
The ape at first refused to be ;
nto the machine, but submitted af-
mie persuason. Through the flight |
•reamed and trembled, and when]
iH'-blne landed lie was so paralyzed i
fright that he had to he helped out j
• • passenger’s seat.
ROUND TRIP HOLIDAY
FARES BETWEEN
POINTS IN SOUTHEAST
VIA
THE WEST POINT
ROUTE.
TICKETS ON SALE December 17,
18. 19, 20, 21; 22. 23. 24, 25 and 31.
1913, also January 1. 1914. RETURN.
LIMIT January 6. 1914.
For all information write to. o r
call ©-
J. P. BILLUPS.
General Passenger Agent.
F. M. THOMPSON.
District Passenger Agent.
s ATLANTA, GA. AftvL *
—
Should the Inkpot be a odd en tally
upset on tablecloth or carpet, pour a
little cold water over it at once. The
ink will float on the water, and when
cloth 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 polishln* r duster. The result will
be an easy and brilliant polish.
Used in water as a daily 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!
(>nly last week that infatuated
pretender. Augustus 1‘erkly. on en
tering a ballroom said to the footman
In a loud. peremptor> 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
"Your eogchman 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 call
ers”” gratefully responded Horelelgh.
who had been delayed.
"No.” she replied. "It’s the late
leavers who annoy me."
BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
A Charming Evening GoJbn
» Fully Described by Olivette.
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 the simple elegance of line are respon
sible for the beauty of this stunning dress. The full bodice crosses
in a V front and back and outlines the low neck.
At 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 under/a button of the material.
The skirt is quite long in bade 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.
Tabloid i ales
C ASTOR IA
lor Infants and Children.
The Kind You Kays Always Bought
Bears the
of
(Novelized by>
(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.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
He found the little red morocco book
—the book that would tell him th© sad
reason wh\ the girl he loved the girl
whose eyes said. “I love you,” had de
nled 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 his face. In hor
ror he voiced his bitter discovery: "SE
CRET MARRIAGE!—ALINE
’And in a broken tone of despair, be
voiced liis 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 . t 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
s.areh for what had taken Aline into
the toils of destruction.
Then be straightened up like the sol-
<i er ho was
"No, l^Jrue' 1 can't look at any let
ter that is hers Site killed Flagg to
tr\ to get ’ his band on her throat,
Lui« Lady*"
And then Captain Ijiwrenee Holbrook
walked over to the fireplace ami ground
that glass plate with the story of
death printed on it beneath the Irort
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—j
OR I NEVER MET ONE!"
“Tea is 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
ruffs 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 1 made on
the hearth mil put ihe pan and the*
red lamp away."
“Yis, sir.’’
“HMlo—724? Your night oditor, please!
Hello—night editor? This is Captain
Lawrence 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 is Hol
brook. himself. Exaotlx PREMA
TURE BUT QUITE RIGHT, and I'm
sorry to have troubled you at all. sir."
Those black nr* ws had lifted at the
corners to their quizzical triangle and
the hit of a brogue had deepened as
it always did in moments of determina
tion. eawileuiau or be
devilment of the powers that were soon
to close in on him and the girl he loved
supremely, in spite of all the evidfnee
against her.
When Allne’s 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 Allne’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.
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 of
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.
li uwiwkUt ttjU L> be iudged Li’ £Ui
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 were a
matter of no import.
"Your boy said ” remarked Elliott
in puzzlement.
“I know—I told him—I 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-
fTdential 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 1 can't
risk THAT to-night But help yourself
—I’m no fanatic.”
“But I am not drinking at such an
hour—or when I have been called pro
fessionally." Then gravely he added:
“What can I do for you, Captain?"
“Judson Flagg, the divorce lawyer—
the blackmailer of women—and helpless
gTrls—has Just ”
His 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 case <>r
the brogue-tipped name to which he
had just answered
y "Y 71 AT, 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 can n
Are all. Mother, who talk about oth- j
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, when they see other
boys slight, abuse and disown 'heir
parents, prevents them from giving
their own boys away
What. Mother Mine, is meant by ’get-
timwback to Nature?”
ItTs an expression. My Child, used
by those who are figuring on loafing for
a while and want the loafing dis
guised.
Why, Mother, is Christmas time called
“the holidays?”
Be a use. My Child, It is that season
of the year when every one is worked
almost to death.
FRANCES L. GARSTDB
To Be Continued To-
A KGD *
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a Cough Quickly
How to Make the Very Best Cough
Remedy at Home. Fully
Guaranteed.
Tbis pint of cough syrup is easily
made at home and saves you about
$2 as compared with ordinary cough
remedies. It relieves obstinate coughs
- even whooping cough—quickly, and
is splendid, too, for bronchial asth
ma spasmodic croup and hoarseness'
Mix 1 pint of granulated sugar wltn
V_ pint of warm water, and stir for
two minutes. Put 2^ ounces of J
nex (50 cents’ worth) In a pint hot
tie. and add the sugar syrup. Take
a teaspoonful every one, two or three
hours. Tastes good.
This take- right hold of a oougn
and gives almost instant relief
stimulates the appetite and is slight
ly : i 11 ivc both excellent features
Pinex. as perhaps you know', is a
most valuable concentrated com-
pound of Norway w-hite pine ex
tract. rich in gua'&col and the other ,
natural healing pine elements.
No other preparation will do tne
w< rk of Pinex in this mixture, al
though strained honey can be use*
instead of- the sugar syrup, ir cs-
thousands of housewives In tne
United States and Canada now
this Pinex and Sugar Syrup
• 'Mils plan has often been irru ,
tr. ted. but the old successful oomW* ,
r.. Ron has never been equaled. P* /
low . * st and quipk- results have mad*
immensely popular.
A guaranty of absolute satisfy:
!;<•!' "i money promptly refunded
goes with this preparation. Your
druggis- is Pinex. or will get It T"
von If not. send to The Pinex Conv
oany, Fort Wayne, Ind,
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