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TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
She raised her eyes. struggling
against the weight of tears on the
1h?' * s She must look at her judge
But it was her father' 4 * kind ei «•» she
met. and t was her father's kind
voire she heard saying:
• Yy girl—my little Aline my
motherless baby
The voice broke down all her self-
rontrol. though only its tone, and not
Its words, penetrated her conscious
ness.
■'Don’t scold me," sobbed the girl.
•Scold you m\ motherless baby
I am trying with all m> poor might
to help you. My little Aline! 1 must
still question you -how did Flagg get
tfcis-
**] don’t know I must have lost it.”
And now Gordon Graham spoke
with quiet satisfaction.
“I see no reason t«» rail this affair a
mock marriage.”
You don t! t ried .Vine, in dizzy
ala r m
“That is a lie many a scoundrel has
told when he wanted to desert a
trusting .tar) innocent young wife,’
►aid Graham, so well satisfied at the
laving of this ghost that he scarcely
noticed Aline.
The girl had risen and stood sway
ing in new horror
Wife! Oh no. no. no—Daddy!”
The man turned on her in bewil
derment
“Do you want to believe you
weren't properly married?”
"Yes. yes," cried the girl, eagerly.
That the man fooled you? You
want that to he true?"
"I don't want to think that I'm his
wife -that I'm married to him”
The man answered her in horror.
"My God- 1 do.”
“I couldn'x he his wife now—I
couldn’t be” -the girl s voice rose in
the shrill crescendo of hysteria.
"Well - you probably are his wife,”
insisted her father. thanking his
Maker that the motherles- bairn his
girl-wife had left him had been
saved this shame, at least.
In a wild abandon of tears and sobs
the girl Rung herself across the room
and crouched trembling and shaken
ainmg the cushions of the great
couch.
"Oh. why.didn't 1 die that summer
why didn’t 1 die I can’t bear it!”
«he moaned in utter grief and terror.
"Quiet, Aline you must control
yourself—MacIntyre and Dempster
will hear you."
"The whole world may hear me —
nothing matters now -why didn't I
die while there was time — why didn't
I die?"
Her hysteria was carrying her past
thought of self-control, and horror
all bounds- she had given over all
unleashed was tearing at her mind.
"Aline! Aline*" cried her father.
"Don’t you think of yourself now.
Hide your grief from people who will
use it against you. Think of my
name-—our proud name Be a wom
an. Aline * • •
There was the clamor of an in
sistent knock at the door
"Aline!" pleaded the man.
On the Rack.
I'll try daddy She rolled her
wet handkerchief into a little damp
hall and clutched it for the grip on
reality it gave And then, with
i w itching nosu.ls that kept back the
dying exhalations of her spent sobs.
Aline turned to face again Chief
1 >* rnpsier and Inspector MacIntyre
If* the wily chief observed that
Aline was struggling as does a child
that has passed through a wild tem
pest of grief and as a woman who
faces a heritage of pain, he gave no
sign He began with a challenge
1 saw Holbrook in the hall * * •
W hat does this mean ’"
“1 had Captain Holbrook sent here
in care of an officer." answered Gor
don Graii am
"Why?"
"He asked to see me 1 think l
should tell you - and the inspector
I Hal I have phoned the Attorney (1 est
er a 1 and have asked to he relieved
from the case all of it If Captain
Holbrook is tried I may appear for
him his attorney-
"That's -rather surprising inter
rupted the inspector in a suspicious
"Why?" asked the three men in
varying tones of surprise.
"He has such courage he gives it
to me. I feel safer somehow when
he is here," smiled the girl mistily.
The chief and inspector looked at
one another with satisfaction. This
admission meant something to them
Graham wondered how much Aline
had hurt the case.
"Keep them separate." advised the
inspector.
"Why?” asked Graham
The chief smiled. '‘Let him come
in. Inspector "
And so Holbrook was summoned
summoned to share with Aline her
supreme moments.
"Captain, you phoned the paper last
mght. telling their editor to suppress
a denial they had meant to make of
your engagement to this young lady.”
"Yes, chief."
"Why telephone at that time Just
after the murder?"
"WELL. CHIEF. I’M ASKIN'.
WHEN WORLD YOC 1'H.ONK A
PAPER IF YOC WANTED TO
STOP AN ITEM AFTER IT WAS
<)N THE N 11WS1 TA NJ>?"
"Why stop it?” snapped the Jaws
of steel.
"What was the first thing I told
you about the lady and meself?”
"That she was your wife.”
“THEN WHAT I Ft >OL l I* LOOK
DENY IN' WE WERE EVEN EN
GAGED"
‘Stalling! ' muttered the t hief to
the Inspector- and then changed his
attention to Aline.
"Miss Graham when did you put
on the street dress you wore lust
night to Captain Holbrook’s rooms?”
"When I decided to go to him," re
plied the girl, simply enough.
"When was that?"
"I can’t tell you the exact hour,
Chief Dempster.”
"Well we ll let that go. Which door
wi re you at when you overheard my
report to your father?"
"The hall door.”
"How were you dressed at that
time”"
At this question. Captain Hol
brooks' Anger went quickly to his lips
and he gave the childish little signal
for silence.
"Wait a minute. You sit over here
in this chair In the center of the room.
('aptain Holbrook." said Inspector
MacIntyre, with abrupt sternness.
The captain obeyed, with a shrug
of protest that seemed to wonder
what all this fuss was about, any-
wmy \
“Aline needn't answer that ques
tion." interposed Gordon Graham.
"You fear it may incriminate her,
Connseolr?” asked Chief Dempster.
"I don't think It's relevant.”
There was a moment of silence
while the Chief framed his question
ane w.
“Until you put on vour street dress,
what had you been wearing?”
"An—evening gown.”
"The one you wore at dinner las:
night when your father and 1 and
Father Shannon were at table?”
“Yes, sir.”
"Did you go out of the house in
your evening gown?”
"1 put on a street dress to go out
as I’ve told you." '
"But your main gays you took off
your evening gown and prepared for
bed.”
"Well?"
"Is thit a fact
"Yes," admitted Aline
"Then after you got ready for bed,
something decided you to get up and
dress in your street suit. What was
that?”
"Your telephone message to father.”
"I phoned that Judson Flagg had
been murdered and there were some
features about the case 1 wanted to
discuss, didn’t 1?”
"About that "
"And that decided you to dress
again ?”
• it did."
"And. if necessary, to go to Cap-
J tain Holbrook’s room?”
J
Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
TRY LEAVING HIM.
jQKAR MISS FAIRFAX.
I have been keeping house for
my brother-in-law and his two sons
ever since his wife died fifteen
months ago. T have grown to lov#
him very dearly. I know' he goes
to see a young girl and takes her
home on Saturday night. She Is
very much >*ounger than he. He
tells me he is not going to be mar-
ried. What would you advise me
to do to gain his love, for It will
kill me If I lose him”
HATTIE C.
H E will try to keep you In his
household as long as he needs
you, and the needs of a widower with
two children are urgent. You have
made him comfortable, and with n.)
result; try leaving him and making
aim uncomfortable.
Almost Human.
There was only one possible ex
planation. Either Bill, the butcher
boy, had not a nodding acquaintance
with the elementary laws of horse
manshlp, or else the horse was a reg
ular brute.
With Its ears well back, It would
trot along for a few yards and
stop dead: then, without any warning,
start off again, only to stop once
more a little further on. The wretched
Bill, having had two solid hours of
this, was almost delirious.
“Hallo, my boy,” cried out an inter
ested spectator. "What do you keep
Dulling that horse up for? Are you
! scared of it?*’
"Scared of it—pallin’ it up?" an
swered the almost tearful youth.
"Whatcher take me for?”
"Well, something's wrong with the
horse," persisted the stranger.
"You’re right there,” said Bill
heartily. "But I ain’t got nothin’ to
do with it. Truth is, the beast is
go afraid that I shall say ‘Whoa!’ and
| he won't hear me and he keeps stop-
' pin’ to listen! See?”
The Effect of Moonlight.
It was at the seashore, and they
' were sitting on the beach, beneath th«
j moon.
"What effect does full moon havg
upon the tide?” she asked, looking
sweetly up into his face.
"None.” he replied as he drew closer
; to her; "but it has considerable effect
upon the un-tied.”
H ER first it Is, loo. So you sec, with that, it is entitled to come in the list of “ter
rible minutes!” It might be that it will be their last, but when Youth is this
young two round-cheeked things with fraternity pins on their chests, his hair
with the convict cut. hers clinched at the nape of the neck with a black velvet bow that
butterflies out above her brows and rippling still down her back when Youth is this
young it likely should be called the “first,” for there will come others after.
Babette is the prettiest girl in school, and she wears her hair in puffs over her ears
and her ankles are slim little affairs sheathed in silk stockings. Billy Is a blonde chap
with his vests cut extremely high, and his collars deeply pointed, and his coat pinched
in the smartest way across the shoulders, and he wears his pipe-like trousers turned
up short—so short that it gives him the look of a young heron gone a-wading.
Well, it’s a terrible minute. There’s a miserable silence, and even her t>ird and her
dog square themselves around and looking him steadfastly in the eye seem to wonder
when he will begin. And he wonders if she has any notion of the thing that’s on his
mind. If she has, she manage her face pretty well. “But girls are deep," ruminates
Billiam. “You never can tell what’s In their heads’”
answer that.” ’interposed
"Ah let him
cried Aline
Don't
Gra 1mm
"You object as her attorney
"As my attorney. I hope.” broke in
Holbrook, overdoing the matter a bi!
in his manifest desire to shield the
girl. Vi* >ou trying to manufacture
a PRINCIPAL case against me” Why
1 m only held as an accessory AFTER
the fa* t. so far ”
Chief Dempster continued inexor
ably
"You wore two roses at dinner.
Miss Graham -WHAT BECAME OK
THOSE ROSES?"
"I don’t know.” faltered Aline
"Don't know?" There was the sneer
of unbelief in Chief Dempster's tone.
"I took them -iff -when I unclasped
I this pin that held them." she fa 1 -
j tered.
Where did you put them ’"
To Be Continued To morrow.
IDaysey Mayme and Her Folks
T HOUGH Father's roof doesn’t
leak. l>a\M> Mayme Appleton
like «H Utrls jWho have read
he testimonials of love in romantic
novels, would like to leave it for a
*oof of her own \Vh> she lingers so
long on Father’s hands she doesn't
jnderstand.
It remained for her brother. Chaun-
'ry Devere Appleton, the Child Sta
tistician, to discover the cause. Hisj
report, made in a paper read before
the Children's Congress, is Invaluable
ms a vindication of the charms of j
iny daughter left on Father's hands '
"The price of coal." began Presi-
ient Ci aum e> Devete wiping his i
mansard brow, "has advanced 19 peri
sc“.. in the past ten years; the stove:
in which the coal is burned cost*
tw.-e as much as the stove before)
which Father courted Mother there
i- a finer carpet at a higher price. |
Bid all the spe*.-al scenery for court- I
si nor* cosl that
| It was . . ,go?
He paused to frown at the wlggly '
cm dren n h.s audience who were
iot interested in the problem of hav- i
nig fin older si«;er marry off
‘The dres.« which Daysey Mayme
w
what a dress for a similar occasion
cost ten years back. The extra coat
of hair must be taken into consider
ation, an amount of which sufficient
to enthrall n young man will stuggei
any father of moderate means.
“In brief, to put Daysey Mayme in
a pretty parlor, wearing good clothes
and with a smile on her Ups from
which all thought of expense must
be banished, cost 384 per cent more
than it would have cost a generation
ago Mv figures prove that the get
ting of a husband has gone up in
price faster and higher than the
price of bacon, and only the daugh
ters of millionaires can afford to
try.
Not only," he continued, and tne
hopelessness of ever ridding his home
of the tyrant rule of an older sister
tna-'.e his voice tremble, "has the price
of bait gone up 384 per cent, but the
banks are lined with a larger num
ber of girls who are fishing, there
■are fewer fish in the stream, and
these few fish are 3.689 per cent more
wary than the fish of several years
ago
The picture of Dayse\ Mayme
spending the rest of her life with a
pole in the water overcame him and
he burst into Gars
—FRASCES L. G 1 RSI nr
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
4 4 |
I ing. ' said the Manicure Lady.
“I was out to one of them old
fashioned country dances, and we had
so much fun that we didn’t get home
until three o’clock In the A M. I
didn’t think when we started that we
whs going to have any fun, but 1 was
doping it wrong. George. When I
wasn’t in the thick of it myself I
was enloying myself watching the
other folks having their fun And you
may believe me. George, they sure
did eat that party right up 1 never
seen a congregation of people that
congregated so joyous"
"I used to have a lot of fun at them
country dances when 1 was young."
said the HeaH Barber "They didn't
ever looked pored or have to pretend
that they were having a good time
they had It.”
"We wouldn't have went to this
dance if it hadn’t been for brother
Wilfred." explained the Manicure
Lady. "The poor fellow has took the
notion into his head lately that he
is a sure enough playwright. 1 guess
that plavw right gent that 1 was keep
ing company with told Wilfred that
he ought to write a play Anyhow,
he has started on a rural drama and
has two acts nearly did. The name of
the drama is ‘In Maple S\nip lime,
and Wilfred says that when he has it
All did it will be as sweet us Its name,
1 hope it don't turn out to be no such
disappointment as most of his poems
has; but, anyhow, lie took the notion
In his head that he wanted to get a
little color for his play, so he dragged
j us off ten miles across the lulls to
I this country dance, me and sister
! Mayme and some lunkhead friend of
■ Wilfred s that is helping him put the
:arm scenes into the play Mayme had
to turn him down cold when be pro-
' posed marriage to her on the way
home after the dance, but outside of
chat everything passed off mighty
smooth.
"It was kind of funny tp watch
Wilfred posing He had a notion in
j his head that them simple people
would feel embarrassed in his pres-
; cnee. but there wasn't one of them
there that knew whether he had ever
wrote a poem or not. and 1 guess that
even if they had have known they
wouldn't have cared They was right
there tending to their knitting, d-eng
them square dames as if :'m r lives
depended on them making evtiy move
right and taking them healthy coun
try swings when they came back to
their partners.
1 danced a few r of the quadrilles
myself, but I guess them new dances
I have learned lately has threw out
of my head all the memories of the
old Hquare dances The new city
dances has been coming so thick and
fast that I have to keep busy learning
them. I have seven new dances like
the Tango to my discredit now.”
"Did your brother get his local
color?” usked the Head Barber.
“Yes. I guess he did.” said the Man
icure Lady, "and a beautiful load on
besides. He tempted fate enough to
drink about a gal on of hard cider j
I and the hard cider went to his soft j
head. He came near getting up and j
| making a speech to tell the simple
■ country people why he had came there,
I but 1 coaxed him not to make so raw
| * play, and we got him back into the
i sleigh and home wltnout no unpleas-
i a, »t happening. Gee. 1 wish I could be
j as happy as them country girls was
'ust night! There wasn’t a gent there
| that forgot he was a gent. Well, the
j dream is over. George Here comes
one of my dear customers.”
Observant.
"Be observant, my son. said Willie’s
fatne’ "Cultivate trie habit of seeing
and you will be a successful man.”
' Yes." added his uncle "Don’t go
through the world blindly. Learn to
use your eyes."
“Little boys who are observing
know a great deal more than those
who are not," his aunt put In.
Willie took this advice to heart.
Next day he informed his mother
that he had been observing things.
I ncle's got a bottle of whiskey
hidden in his trunk," he said; "Aunt
Jane’s got an extra set of teeth in her
drawer, and father's got a pack of
cards behind the books in his desk!"
me little sneak! exclaimed the
members of the family indicated.
Some Reason.
The editor of *ihe heart-to-heart
talk" column of a dally newspaper re
ceived the following letter from a
young man:
’ Please tell me why it is that a girl
- loses her eyes when a fellow kisses
her?"
To which the editor, in a fiendish
moment, replied:
s.—i ior - pnotograpn and par-
Uays I can tell >o ,% ‘*
a T what ago. Mother; does a child
begin to detect its mother in'a
^ falsehood?
Maternal reverence. Little One. for
bids an answer, but 1 have heard that
children of two years notice this: A
mother will remind a child it has on
its Best Dress and must keep it clean,
and five minutes later will say to a
neighbor in a deprecating way* “Oh,
that is only an old rag. I am ashamed
to have the child seen in it.”
What, Mother, is meant by a “father's
strong hand?”
When a woman, Little One. is a wid
ow. the people say her children need
a "Father’s strong hand.” but when
children have a father, this is all “Fa
thers strong hand" amoutns to: When
they are bad he grumbles to their
mother, "Why don't y'ou make those
children behave?”
What, Mother, is the important dif
ference between the sympathy of a
Mother and that of a Father?
Father. My Child, lias to have had the
measles to be able to sympathize with
the children, and Mother doesn't.
Is there any way. Mother Dear, for
a man to get his wife to notice that
there is a button off his coat without
tailing her attention to it?
Certainly, My Child. If a man wants
his wife t<> notice that a button is off
his coat, let him put a woman's hair
where the button ought to be.
What. Mother Mine, Is meant by pass
ing between Scylla and t'harybdis ’
It means. Little one. the experience
of every Mother Vhose children deman<j
more money of her. and whose hus
band tells her she must get along on
less.
What is the Daughter thinking about.
Mother Dear?
Every L>aughter. Little One. is think
ing if site were Mother, she would make
Father stand around.
Heaven, 1 am sure. Mother Mine, will
be satisfactory to the women, but will
it tie satisfactory to man?
Not unless, My Child, he can occa
sionally be sent somewhere as a dele
gate.
What. Mother Mine, is the proof of
an ok!-fashioned woman?
There are many. Little One, from
skirt pockets to heavy hose, but the
ultimate proof is her jelly cake No
woman an claim to be old-fashioned
if her jelly cake has less than nine
layers.
What. Mother. :s Imagination.’
It is man's favorite name for any
thing that ails a woman.
What is meant by the expression "se
cret sorrow
It is a secret every one is ready to
give away if sympathetically encour
aged.
What. Mother, is meant by the words
At Home on wedding announcements':
! is the date. My Child, until which
* very ne is expected to'keep away to
give the bride a chance to get her pic
tures hung.
rh'.iXCIS L. UARSIDE.
THE TEARFUL WEDDING GEEST
Up-to-Date Jokes
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
S O she doesn’t want to go to tho|
theater with you unless you can
buy’the very best seats in the
house, and after the theater, when you
took her out for some ice cream at
the little candy store, she sniffed and
began telling you about the fine sup
pers some other rr.an give: her when
he takes her out.
What shall you do about it?
1 know what I’d do about it if 1
were in your place. 1 would stop
earing the snan of my finger for what
such a goosb of a girl says or hints—
or even thinks.
What does she think you ;.re-—
millionaire—and what is she, pray t 11
—a princess of th< blood royal?
What sort of a home lias she—does
she live in a palace or in a castle, and
how many times does she expect h v
friends and acquaintances to kn rk
their heads on the floor before they
dare to come into her august pres
ence?
What claim has she to such royal
tastes?
Is she such a gorgeous beauty that
no man can look at her without a
dreadful fluttering of the heart?
Is she’ an intellectual giantess,
whose every word sparkles with the
inerusted wisdom of the ages?
Or is she just some little pug-nosed,
Where No Money Is Used
The Island of Ascension, in the At
lantic Ocean, is of volcanic forma
tion, and lias a population of only
450. it was uninhabited until the
confinement of Napoleon at St. Hel
ena. when it was occupied by a small
British force.
Ascension is governed by a captain
appointed by the British Admiralty.
There is no private property in land,
j no rents, no taxes and no use for
I money. The flocks and herds are
i public property and the meat is is
sued as rations. So are the vegeta
bles grown on the farms. When an
island fisherman makes a catch he
brings it to the guardroom, where it
is issued by the sergeant major.
Practically the entire population are
sailors, and they work at most of the
common trades. The muleteer is a
Jack Tar: so is the gardener; so are
the shepherds, the stockmen. the
groonts carpenters and plumbers.
The climate is almost perfect and
anything can be grown
round-eyed girl who would never be
missed if she stepped right out of the
world this very minute?
I never Saw a really beautiful or
really fine woman in my life who
cared a cent about havi.ig people
"spend money on her.” ji. to show
how much they thought of her.
What sort of a wife would a gir!
like that make an honest, hard
working man?
Why, she’d make you live on one
meal a day, and that a meager one.
just so that she had fine feathers to
show her friends to prove how much
you loved her.
Make a home for you—never in th$
wide, wide world.
She'd rather have a two-room flit
without a window in the second room
and sleep on something that pretend
ed to be a bookcase or a writing desk,
or anything except a good, sensible
bed. and eat on some kind of a shelf
rigged up fo hide the gas plate, than
to live in the prettiest, most comfort
able little house in the world.
What she wants is show—display.
She'd rather have a hallboy in ba
tons at the front door of the fiat than
a delivery boy with a good porter
house steak and some green vegeta
bles at he back.
She isn't a real woman at all, this
girl of yours, youne- man. She’s just
a poor, little, pasteboard imitation —
like the beautiful ladies v.ho hold up
baskets of flowers in the garden
scene at the theater.
Turn your eyes away from her,
young man; she isn't even worth
looking at.
DID IT WORK?
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the films to JOHN L. MOORE SONS
for expert finishing. They will also
make clear any point you don't under
stand. Kodak Headquarters. 42 North
Broad street.—Advt.
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$5 up. Am. Wtg Mch. Co.
Wilton Jellico Coal
$5.00
PER TON
The Jellico Goal Ce,
82 PEACHTREE ST.
Atlanta Phone 3668
Bell Phone Ivy 1585
Mr. J. 1j. Toole had a great antipathy
o street music of any kind. About
this there is a story told of him. Th*
waits, one Christmas evening, played
under his windows, greatly to his an
noyance, and on Boxing Day they
paid him a visit.
"We plated under your window las’
night,” said the spokesman of th«
party, when they w^ere shown into his
presence.
"Well, and what do you want?"
quoth the comedian.
"We've come for our little gratuity '
"Come for a gratuity, have you?”
exclaimed Mr. Toole. "Bless me. 1
thought you had come to apologize!"
• • •
While travelling on a steamboat, a
notorious card-sharper, who wiahed to
get into the good graces of a clergy
man who was on board, said to the
reverend gentleman:
“I should very much like to hear
one of your sermons, sir.c
“Well,” replied the clergyman, “you
could have heard me last Sunday if
you had been w here you should have
been.”
"Where was that then?”
"In the county jail,” wan the an
swer.
• • •
A gentleman, rushing from his din
ing room into the hall and sniffing
disgustedly, demanded of Jeamen, the
footman, whence arose the outrageous
odor that was pervading the whole
house. To which Jeames replied:
"You see. sir, to-day’» a saint's day.
and the butler, ’e's lgh church, and
is burning hincense, and the cook,
she's low church, and is burning
brown paper to hobviate the hin
cense.”
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relieves even whooping cough
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Mix 1 pint of granulated sugar
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Pinex (50 cents’ worth) in a pint
bottle: then add the Sugar Syrup
It has a pleasant taste and lasts a
family a long time. Take a tea
spoonful every one, two or three
hours.
You can feel this take hold of a
cough in a way that means busi
ness.
Has a good tonic effect, braces up
the appetite, and is slightly laxative,
too, which is helpful. A handy rem
edy for hoarseness, spasmodic croup,
bronchitis, bronchial asthma ano
whooping cough.
The effect of pine on the mem
branes is w’ell known Pinex is a
most valuable concentrated com
pound of Norwegian white pine ex
tract, and is rich in guaiacol ano
other natural healing pine elemem~
Other preparations w r ill not work *n
this combination.
This Pinex and Sugar Syrup Lem- f
edy has often been imitated, though
never successfully. It is now use-' j
in more homes than any othe* cougu
remedy. .
A guaranty of absolute satisfac
tion, or money promptly refunded
goes with this preparation. ’
druggist has Pinex. or will get i r
you. If not. send to The Pinex
Company. Fort Wayne. Ind