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THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
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A DELIGHTFULLY DIFFERENT TALK WITH MME. YORSKA
A Charminzly Unique Short Story, Complete.
Adapted trom the Big Broadweyfiueceu
By Owen Davit.
!Novelized byl
<Fmm Owen Davis' play new being pre-
Rented at the Playhouse, New York, by
William A Brady Copyright, 1913. by
International Newt Service.)
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT
"Please! Don’t let me hurt youl I*«t
me he gentle, but T oan't stay I can't
hear 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
"There, dear -there Forgive me"
He half led. half carried her to a chair
and placed her in It aa 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 born—
and lost
"God bless 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 beautlfyl
young mother and he would never see
her again And never again would he
see the father, who had 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.
"(Tod 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! THAR LIE!’’
“Charlie!”
In the hour of death she called the
name of the mail she had loved her
boy’s father the man to whom she waa
hound by fetters past pride’s breaking
the man she must always love now
I.* Yntlesslv Kenneth went his self-
appointed way to the blood atonement
lie . ould not fac e life and the long
.!• and hours Death was but one
mi.nunt 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 aon In h broken
voice of mingled Joy and pain In his
eyes was the dawning light of sanity
of new day.
‘T have been waiting for a long time,
Ken!" aaid 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 spartment nearby stooci
Mary Burk waiting watting 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
his 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.
Mme. Yorska in Two Charming Poses.
Do You Know—
By MAUDE MILLER.
W HAT Is the secret and how do
you tell? Oh. it iH an absorb
ing topic, and a very difficult
question to decide But Madame
Yorska, that dear, eluslvely dainty
little French aotresn formerly of the
Theatre Sarah Bernhardt, Baris, who
seems to be well versed in the sub
ject, has whispered some very Im
portant secrets whiuh will perhaps
help those who are morn Inexperi
enced
Of course. It isn’t given everyone
to have so many admirers And now
for the soviet. The most Important
thing in the world for a girl to know
about. Far more Important than any
beauty hints; they are of secondary I
importance. What is It? The secret |
of understanding a man.
"O, mon Dieu, these m£n," said
Mme Yorska. who at present is a>
tlstlc director of the French Drama
Society of New York, clasping her
hands and leaning forward from the ,
big couch where she was curled up j
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. Ami
we women. Do we In our funny s\i
lish put it; It la 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
the clever woman. She knows intui
tively that even If he Is clever
of hts manner U a pose.
"A poseur la very uninteresting, a
the time thinking of himself and hi
charm. But there Is no man who 1
too clever to lose his hand to a wornai
if she has learned how to play h
best card. She must appear lndlffer
cut to him at first, and gradually al
; low r him to arouse her interest. R
| Interest, or seeming Interest, it Is a
; the same. He will be too absorbed 1
j himself to notice. And by and
when she finds that she must t
herself away, he will say to h
fi lends, "Such an interesting woman,
so much temperament, so sympathetic.
1 mUBt see her again." Not a word
about tlie 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 car© for beauty. Not
at all, but 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
perlor way look at them askance ’ w ith the kind man you need not play.
Ah. no; we laugh very humanly, ami would hurt your heart to be any-
long quite shamelessly to pet them ; thing but natural when he Is willing
as we would a good child or a favor- play the game so fairly.
It© Newfoundland dog ‘'But be careful lest you lose your
NOT DIFFICULT. heart In a gamo.llke this, for it is
the most dangerous kind to play, al-
"You must not mind any .eellng of thouKh tt is generally true that the
ennui, rsmsmber, a» you funny Enfc g.ind man is too straightforward, too
A The Power of Persuasion
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 ;«sleep. In
front of him stood a flat basket half
fllled 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.
Honorable to engage in a game or
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
some very rude awakening it 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? Mercl, beaucoup. I have en
joyed it much. 1 hope I have given
you all, what you say, good advice."
Most likely he was thinking of noth
ing ;i t 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 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 tbe
n.izaar in the of the fat, opu
lent wholesale dealer in fruit, who
walks along looking as Important as
If he were a Roman conqueror whose
praise Is being sung by singers and
musicians.
The Tartar sat half asleep, dozing
over his oranges and feeling so com
fortable that he not even want to
raise his head to look st 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 arid stared down Into the bas
ket with his dull eyes Then with
some exertion he asked
“Do you sell oranges?"
“Certainly,” drawled the Tartar as
he raised his eyebrows lazily. "Do
ycyi want some?"
“Are you a Tartar?"
“Of course I am," the Tartar said
good naturedly.
NO VODK\
"A man has got to be something
Some are Tartars ftnd some are
Greeks ’’
“Yes—and, say, do you drink
vodka?"
"No, we do not drink Tt 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 place
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.
Ts 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
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 inind. but
a drunken man yells"
"My dear friend Tartar, what does
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 ts a lie. When a man lias
fallen like that, no one can rob him."
"Why not? How can you sgy such
a thing? There are plenty of thieves
who would do It.’’
• But how can they steal anything
from him. you fool of a Tartar? When
a man Is that drunk, he has nothing
Wt 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 wtll only
make you feel cooler.’’
The Tartar was In a dilemma one*
more No answer occurred to him.
At last he aaid:
"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. j
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
the champion of drink did not give In
How Is !t possible not to feel like .
drinking? Besides, a Russian drinks I
even if he does not feel like it At j
first It seems a little hard but you •
soon get used to It. Did you ever j
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 your duty then
to drink—or not?”
The Tartar sighed, scratched his
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 gased 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.
"I have chucked It," he said.
• • •
The man was barely out of sight
when the Tartar began to feel an
unpleasant sensation. He nodded
hls head repeatedly, smacked his
tongue and tugged at hls 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 hls
basket, walked quickly down tow-
i ards the harbor and entered the Inn
I "The Jolly Tars."
Up=to*Date Jokes
"I haven’t seen Hemmandshaw for
| a week.”
“No; l^e hasn’t been out of the house
i since hls accident."
I "Was he seriously injured?”
"No; but he feels the disgrace
deeply.”
"Disgrace?"
“Yes. After living in the heart of
the City all hls 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 hls light
under a bushel, eh? Then perhaps
the country is Just as well off with-
i out his services. When a man talks
| of hiding his light under a bushel, 1
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 day 9 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 mo ten."
The safest railway line in the world
ought to be the Illinois Central No
other railway certainly has carried its
precautions against accident into such
minute detail. A general order has Just
born Issued prohibiting drivers, firemen
and conductors everyone, in fact, who
is concerned with the actual running of
the trains from carrying on their
watchfaces pictures of sweethearts,
wives or babies Such pictures, tt 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 is
Hll* <1 with calcium carbide, is fired from
a cannon and. since it is lighter than
water, after striking it conies to the
si a or During .ts immersion water is
automatically admitted and produces
acetylene gas which burns with aji 11-
bunlnation equal to that of 3,000 can
dles
\ gorilla flew as a passenger in an
• »-'>niune from Strasburg to Metz the
• ther day. The animal ts the pet of a
lerman military airman, who acted as
l i t The ape at first refused to be
<.,i! into the machine, but submitted af-
t. r soph- penmason. Through the flight
"vied and trembled, and when
thr . hint landed he was so paralyzed
Ir - > fright that he had to be helped out
<'f tlit passenger’s seat
Household Suggestions
ROUND TRIP HOLIDAY
FARES BETWEEN
POINTS IN SOUTHEAST
VIA
THE WEST POINT
ROUTE.
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 or carpet Is rubbed dry no sin n
will show.
In wet weather clean the windows
with chamois leather in the usual
way, then sprinkle a little t flow on
the pollahln» 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 iceth. it
"disinfects” them and prevents their
decaying.
Oh, the Perils of Pretence!
j Only last week that infatuated
j pretender. Augustus I’erkly, on en
tering a ballroom said to the footman
J in a loud, peremptory tone of voice:
"Ulea.se tell my coachman to bring
the broughrnan back in three hours."
The footman went, and two minutes
j later, as Uerkly waa 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
got 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, "IPs the late
leavers who annoy me.”
TICKETS ON SALE December 17,
18. 19, 20. 21. 22, 23. 24. 25 and 31.
1913, also January 1. 1914. RETURN j
LIMIT January 6, 1914.
For all information write to. or j
j. p. billups. ! The find You Have A «a*$ Sought
General Passenger Agent. | ^
F M. THOMPSON.
Qi&trict Passenger Agent.
ATLANTA, GA.
CASTOR IA
For Intan's and Children
Dears the ' yf'"
Advt. i Signature of
(Novelized by>
(From the play by George Scar
borough. now Wing presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater. New York.
Serai rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO DA Y ’S IXXTALLM ENT
He found the little rod morocco book
the hi ok that would tell hl/n the sad
reason, whv 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 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 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
s< arch for what had taken Aline into
the toils of destruction.
Then he straightened up like the sol
dier he was
“No. by Jove! I can’t look at any let-
tc» - that is rs. She killed Flagg to
try to get it. ids hand on her throat,
poor little lady!”
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 if 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 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.”
"Yls, sir." • S
The Captain thrust hls hands again
through their accustomed place in the
cuffs of hls shirt, he put on hls coat
and slipped into its pockets the packet
of letters and the tell-tale morocco book.
The phone was again in demanof
"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.”
"Yls, sir.”
"Hello 724“ Your night editor, please!
Itello—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
hls 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. Exactly—PREMA
TURE BUT QUITE RIGHT, and I’m
sorry to have troubled you at all. sir.”
Tl <*se bla *k hr< \*s 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 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:
I "He is interesting, unusual, a traveler,
a w’orld man. a real man; he Is genial
and frank—no one can Interest me a*ny
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
hls 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 hls 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
The Confession.
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.
Aay-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."
If Holbrook was to be judged by his
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
straight e>k
"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
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
—I’m no fajiatic.”
"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
girls—has Just ’’
Hls tense voice broke and stopped
suddenly as Barney entered. "Go to
your room. Barney, until I call you.’’
"Yls. 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,
A Charming Evening Goltin
Fullv Described hr Olivette.
S IMPLE dinner dress in vervaine brocaded eharmsose. Vervain*
is one of the glorious new purples brought forth by the new
season.
Tlje 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 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.
Al
r i
BAY
A Thnl!tag Story of Society Blackmailers \
Tabloid Tales
TIAT, 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 cai
Are all. Mother, who talk about otb
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, hut it is
the popular thing never to condemn the
gossip ti'l one lias hear*! ail 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 whoso breast
it is inspired. Tn 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 hack 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 ever\ mem
ber of the family and make this
Christmas memorable John L. Moore
& Sons have them from %\ to
■Let them show you. 42 North Broad
: street.—Advt,
Why. Mother, is Christmas time ©all*!
"the holidays?"
Because, My Child, It Is that season
of the year when even' one is worked
almost to deathr
FRANCES L. OAR»lDF
Cheap and
Easily Made, But Ends
a Cough Quickly
How to Make the Very Best 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
-even whooping cough—quickly, and
is splendid, too, for bronchial ast; 1
ma, spasmodic croup and hoarseness
Mix 1 pint of granulated sugar wi u ;
D pint ..r warm water, and stir for
;Cv> minutes. Put 2'/<• ounces ofc 1 *■
!;(;x C.O cents’ worth) in a pint bot
tle, and udd the sugar syrup. Take
a teaspo* uiful every one, two or three
hours. Tastes good. .
This takes right hold of a cougn
and gives almost Instant relief. 11
stimulates the appetite and is sligm
ly laxative both excellent features
I’inex, as perhaps you know, is a
most valuable concentrated com
pound of Norway white pine ex- ,
tract, rich in guaU-col and the other
natural healing pine elements.
No other preparation will do tn*
work of Pinex In .this mixture,
though strained honey can be uw
Inst ;u1 of the sugar syrup, if « e "
sired. .
' ii ' isands of housewives In
United Ftatcs and Canada now us*
this Pinex and Sugar Syrup R ftTr j" J
edy. This plan has often been I ml'
tated, hut the old successful combi
nation has never been equaled. U-
lov. cost and quick results have
it immensely popular.
A guar »nty of absolute satisfy'*
pi mpt!y refui
l-.h wI : this preparation. ^ ^ ,
• iT-iig-rist has Pinex. or will get it t" r /
you. If not, send to The Pinex Com-
r»any. Fort Wayne, Ind.
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