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.999SS cofrfififfr.iT/9dt.w.6. 5 SYNOPSIS. Archibald Terhune, a popular and In dolent young bachelor of London, re ceives news that he has been made heir to the estate o? his Aunt Georgiana, with an Income of $20,000 a year, on condition that he becomes engaged to be married ?within ten days. Falling to do so the Hegacy will go to a third cousin In Amer ica. The story opens at Castle vWyckoff, "where Lord Vincent and his wife, friends .of Terhune, are discussing plans to And him a wife within the prescribed time. It se^ms that Lady Vincent is one of seven .pt-sons named Agatha, all close girlhood chums. She decides to invite two of them to the castle and have Archie there as one of the guests. Agatha Sixth strikes Archie as a handpainted beauty. Agatha First is a breezy American girl. Lady Vincent tells hef husband that Agatha Sixth already cares for Archie. He gains from Agatha Sixth the admission that she cares for him, but will require a taonth's time fully to make up her mind. Agatha First, neglected by Terhune, re ceives attentions from Leslie Freer. Four days of the precious time have passed .when Terhune ls called to London on business. Agatha First, on the plea of sickness, excuses herself from a motor Slip planned "by the Vincents. CHAPTER V.-Continued. "Why, that's too bad!" said my wife sincerely, though somewhat sur prisedly, 'Tm awfully sorry, dear child, and we shall miss you, of course. But. you mustn't think of going if your head aches. Go up stairs and lie down a while, why don't you, and III have some tea sent up to you. 'It's awfully good for headache." And sho spoke to the footman who waited at the door of the automobile. 'T will, thanks. Sorry to miss the trip," replied the girl. "You're an angel, Agatlia!" And with another farnell word or two we left her and *^ad started on our way to Northbury. . And now comes the very strangest ipart of this rather strange or at least ?unusual attempt to make a match and "win a fortune for a friend at one and .the same time on the part of Dearest ;and myself. By Jove, lt certainly did give me a start when I discovered -but this w.s the way it happened -not to get ahead of my story. We had made a pretty quick run to Northbury and had been spectators at an exhibition of some rather fast cricket which I had been -pretty keen about. The two teams had played even until the second half, "when Corcoran who was guarding the wicket for the Lowshires-but I don't suppose the details of the game are 4>f very general interest, after all. Odd thing, but I've never been able Sall-I gave up trying years 'aga^-Hfr ?the only thing in the world we aren't ?equally enthusiastic about. She won't .-admit it, but sometimes I'm afraid lt's because she prefers the American game of baseball! Fancy! But of .course if she does lt's all the fault .of that American stepfather of hers for bringing her up in the States. But ; then, naturally, he couldn't help being an American-I try to remem ber that! As I was saying, however, we had seen the match played to the end in spite of the languid interest dis played by the feminine members of our party, and had lunched at the Northbury tim, a jolly little den of a place, and at about half after two were speeding towards home again. The roads were fairly decent, j though there had been a good deal j .of rain lately, and the machine had j been running along so smoothly that j .lt did my heart good to see her. We had left the main road when we had passed Wye village, for one that led more directly to the castle, and had slowed down as the road turned out to be rougher than I thought-when the worst happened. I was driving myself, and in steering to clear a jutting tree I ran the big car straight into the dickens of a rut and our hind "Wtieel went in to Btay. I killed the engine at once and jumped out to Bee what was to be done, disgusted enough, I can tell you, though of course I couldn't possibly have known the thing was so deep, for it was half SJIIed with water. This short cut is a favorite one of mine, though my chauffeurs have often warned me ' against taking a big car through the woods that cover Wyckoff rise at this point. The trees are so thick and the road so narrow. The worst of the business now, as I soon found out, was that there was too jack to be found in the car's kit of tools with which to raise her, and I remem,bered with chagrin that I had. taken it out myself in hunting for something else and had-left it in the garage. Even the satisfaction of blaming some one else was denied me and I looked at Pederson, the chauf feur, in dismay. "What's to be done," I asked, hut received no help from that quarter, only a dismal shake of the head. Nevertheless assistance I did re ceive, though rather unexpectedly. The accident had occurred, as I have said, in the middle of the woods just where two roads crossed, and stand ing at the entrance to one of these roads I now observed a small boy, a little freckle-faced village lad, who stared at us as If he'd never seen an automobile before, and they're surely common enough: But it appeared that he had, for when Freer remarked uselessly and obviously lor the third time, "What .beastly luck to have forgotten the jack. Now if only it had happened ont on tho a? J? in road instead of in this short cut, we would have stood a chapee of borrowing ono from an other car!" thc little chap who was standing ly, came forward and in formed us lu a shrill childish pipe that -if it was another machine wc wanted he'd seen a "big feller" come through that Rame wood not a min ute ago and it lad stopped not fat away. And be pointed a grimy thurat over his shoulder toward thf; rozi that led to our left. otAfifM/r eornt/mr/ir Gtf?tr&urA/t? "O, they stopped, did they?" I asked, and thought to myself with some sat isfaction that they were in trouble, too. The misery that so often at tends an automoblllst Is especially fond of company. "Wonder if they'd lend us a Jack?'' I remarked aloud. "What kind of a machine was lt, kid?" "A whoppin' ?big feller, red, like your lordship's," said the boy. Of course he knew me, even if I diam, know him. He was probably the butcher's or baker's boy from Wye on his way back from the castle. "Sounds rather promising," said Dearest. "Do go and see if they can't help us out. I don't want Agatha Lawrence to walk all that way home in this mud!" "Very well," I said, "but lt sounds as if they were in need of assistance themselves! Why else should they want to stop in the middle of tho woods? However, 111 make the at tempt. Freer, you stay by the la dies, and I'll go and see what ? can do!" And just stopping to give the little boy a shilling or two for his information, I strode down the wood i road in the direction he had pointed | out. ? hadn't gone far and was just wondering again what in the world would possess any one to push down so narrow a road in a big machine, when the machine in question came in sight. It was a big touring c?r; red like mine, to be sure, but arl eh tirely different m?k?, ?u? I stopped and stared at it in an overwhelming surprise. But not for any reason in connection with the automobile itself. It was the girl who was its sole pas senger that held my attention and caused my surprise. Sitting in the Agatha First Roi front seat, a light pongee coat about her, with an air of expectancy, as if she awaited the coming of some one not far off, sat Agatha First. Yes, the very same. As cheerful and as much herself as if she had not plead ed a headache as an excuse for not automobiling with us that morning. ? stood stock still in the road as my unwilling eyes took in this amaz ing sight, and it was a full, minute before my routed wits apprehended the significance of a man's checked automobile coat that hung over the j back of the seat beside her. Evl I dently she Was with some one, which j somehow seemed less extraodinary at the moment than that she should be alone. Her escort though not visible was apparently not far dis tant, for even as I stared, Agatha First rose in the machine displaying a huge bunch of wild flowers in hei hands as she did so, and hallooed tc him. "Don't pick any more!" she called, "I don't want any more flow er3,1 want you ! " A laugh quite near al ha nd sounded for a response andi hur riedly started back down the road I wanted awfully to see who the mar that belonged to the checked coa was, but I wanted still more to es cape being seen either by him or bj my eccentric guest, Miss Endicott The possibility that I might fall ir with the former' returning from hi! little ramble, flowers in hand, almos made me run, and the fear that ii looking for him, the latter was al ready on the point of discovering m: retreating form; caused me to stiel close to the roadside and the shelte of the trees like any thief or tres passer. And, by Jove! I didn' breathe freely till I'd sighted my owi machine standing in the sunlight a the cross-roads, lt's a nasty pos! tion for a chap to be caught ir eavesdropping, and if they had seei me they would never have bellevei I had not been spying on them. "Did you get a lack?" inquirei Freer as I carno up. Ho could so perfectly well that I ..as emptj handed. "No," I said shortly, too absorbed in conjecturing the meaning of the strange discovery I had just stum bled upon to invent any excuse for the failure of my errand. "We'll Just have to walk heme," 1 said. "Pederson can w?it with the car and I'll send him help from the castle." And all the way home I pondered upon my queer. adventure. What could Agatha First be doing in a strange automobile in the middle of the woods when she was supposed to be ill at home, and who was the man who waB with her, the owner of the checked coat? That was the most mysterious part of the whole business to me, and though I racked by brain ? could not possibly think who he might be! PART TWO. CHAF T_* VI. It wasn't until later that same aft ernoon of our Northbury trip, when Lady Vincent and I had ascended to our rooms to dress for dinner, that I found a chance to tell her the news. I can always bo sure of an uninter rupted chat with her then. "And so you saw her sitting in the automobile alone in the middle of the woods?" asked Dearest, when I had finished my breathless recital. "Yes, that is as far as I could see, she was alone," I replied.. "But you forget the man's laugh and the checked coat. There was a man with her right enough; and though I didn't think so at the time, I think now that makes the thing much more mysteri ous." "Of course there was a man with her," remarked Dearest. "It was a lover's tryst, as plain as plain can be!" Dearest is so romantic. But then at the same time I'll have, td admit Bhe's nearly always right. "But who under high heaven could it have been?" I cried, never more puzzled in my life. "Wo know it wasn't Freer; he was with us all the time, and Terhune has been in London all day!" "He said ho was going to be id Lendon," remarked my wife with th? slightest possible emphasis on the se In the Machina. S "said." I gaped at her a moment, then seized her shoulder. "Do you mean to say lt was Archi bald?" I cried, "who was the owner of the checked coat?" "I didn't say," she replied, "only it dees look a little like it, doesn't it? You see he couldn't go to the cricket with us because he had to go up to London, and she, because she had a headache. Voila tout!" "But we saw the wire," I objected. "Oh, as to that!" she said, " a tele gram's easily enough cooked up! He had only to write one himself and toll the station-master to send it over. We none of us examined it closely. It's an old dodge, you know." "So it is!" I cried, "and you're right. It must have been old Ter hune! What a dunderhead I've been not to see it before! But 1 say," I added, less exuberantly as a thought struck me, "if that's the case, what does he mean by it. Dearest? What do they both mean by it, he and she? And what does it portend in regard to the match we're trying to make be tween Arch and Miss Lawrence? An swer any of those questions if you can! Wiseacre that you are, I be lieve you'll have to let me count ten on that!" 'Tm afraid I will," she admitted, as puzzled as I was. "You see I never knew Agatha Endicott as well as I did the other five Agathas-as well as I do Agatha Sixth, and then you know Agatha Sixth has visited me before, and this is tho first time I've seen Agatha First since we parted on the occasion of my marriage." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Cauaht! "Do ycu remember me buying a hair mattress from you tte other day?" asked the lady. "Perfectly well, ma'am," was the re^ ply of the dealer. "Wei!, I've discovered that only about one-quarter of the filling is hair.' "Then you certainly do seem to have rac whore the hair Ss short, ma'am." .i-?'S adorned Amply that In her husband's eye looks lovely. The truest mirror that an honest wife Can see her beauty lh. Ways ?f Serving Chicken. Chicken need not be an extravagant dish, as the bits of left-over meat may be worked Into croquettes, salads, creamed chicken and numerous other dishes. The bones of the chicken need not be wasted, as they will make soup and broths. Chicken a la Marengo.--This ls said to be the dish that was served Napo leon after the battle of Marengo. Singe and clean a five-pound chicken, cut It up as for a fricassee. In a saucepan melt two tablespoonfuls of butter and add three tablespoonfuls 0? olive oil. When it is hot, add the white meat, with salt, pepper and a Clove Of garlic. Mix and cook over the heat until each piece is a golden brown. Have ready a tomato sauce made from a can of tomatoes, a little Onion* parsley, carrot and celery which have been cooked until thick, then rubbed through a sieve, and a tablespoonful of butter added. To the chicken add a pound of fresh mush rooms which have been peeled and sauted in ? little butter for five min utes. Arrahge the chicken on a plat ter and add to the gravy three ta blespoonfuls of tomato puree; stir until It is hot. Pour over the chicken and serve. Chicken Giblets on Toast.-Cook the [{iblets until tender over a slow fire, then chop fine; add the broth in Mhich they were cooked, season with salt, pepper and a little onion, add a half cup of hot cream. Pour over buttered toast and serve. Chicken Croquettes.-Boil a young chicken ur til tender, cut the meat into dic?. ?aut? ih butter a half pound of fresh mushrooms, make a cream sauce, using the broth and equal quantity of cream in making the sauce; use three tablespoonfuls of butter and three of flour; cook to gether, then add a cup each of broth and thick cream; Chicken cut Up and baked ih milk is a hew dish to many. Cover the first hour bf cooking and remove the cover tb brown. Thicken the milk for a gravy and serve poured around the chicken. 110 lias never tasted bitter does not know what Is sweet. When.,the good .man's fl'om h?me, tbs good wife's table is soori spread. -?,-shingt?7Ps-Wrtha_yr 'fher?'d, white and blue of the flag seems to be the appropriate color scheme for Washington Birthday en tertainments. There are so many pr?ttV little things in tii? shops that may be used for this occasion. Boxes made in the form of drums or cocked hats, which may be used for salted nuts or bon bons. Small flags tied t? stand make very pretty decoration; they may be used to hold thc place card. Fondant made into balls and dipped into chocolate make very real-looking cannon balls, and if piled canon-ball fashion add to the appropriately dec orated table. Cherries are, of course, the fruit most appropriate to the occasion, and may be used in numerous ways for decoration or on food combinations. For a children's party, a nice little surprise cake may be made, using the ordinary sponge cake mixture, which is more wholesome than the rich cup cakes for the little people. Bake them In gem pans, the little brownie irons are a nice shape. When cold, cut off a slice and scoop out the center, fill them with preserved cherries, put back the slice and cover with a boiled frosting or dip them in softened fondant Pineapple Lemonade. Make a sirup by boiling two cupfuls of sugar and a cup of water together ten minutes, add the juice of three lemons and one can of grated pine apple. Cool, strain and dilute with one quart of water. A delicious sandwich to serve with this lemonade is cottage cheese, well seasoned with salt and well mixed with chopped candied cherries. French chops may be arranged on a platter to simulate a cannon and po tatoes cut into balls and browned in fat may be piled to look like cannon balls. The potatoes should first be par boiled until nearly tender, then browned in hot fat. The Limit of Depravity. There are degrees of baseness. Kid naping a ba.by is wicked, but stealing a "babe" seems too monstrous to con template in the headlines without tears. Just a Guess, Perhaps. "Where is it that Shakespeare says, 'Hope springs eternal tn the human breast?' " "In 'Don Juan,' J think." Turkish Progress The whirling deivishs.-j or Scutari n! informing its r-;u!'~r_ of thc griev np'jes of the striker? Java. Only Th i-j Possible. *, medical professer asked his clas.? . ;. a patient swallowed a heavy dos?j o? fijca'ic Seid >v!:iit wojicl you admin There wis sileca: and Gna!j? cu? o? . s...-. ? et students i_urr_ured in aa c^r.-: spirftr.2l cerso'?tlon." h-? .;.i_r._. -.i.ey s'il ?lar'jio .s an adept In thc fi By TEMPL Copyricht, :gii, br Ass Carlton, coming Into the hotel from the wind-swept night, was dazzled by thc brightness. "What's going on?'\ he asked the clerk. . "There's to be a dance in the din ing room," the clerk said. "It is such beastly weather outside that the young folks thought up this way of spending the evening. You'd better dress and come down," be continued, with a glance at Carlton's corduroys. Carlton shook his head. "I don't care much for that sort of thing," he stat ed. "I've had so much of it all my life." He tramped away to the smok ing room, where he read the papers whh the strains of the dance music beating in his ears. On his way upstairs he stopped on a landing which led to a balcony which overlooked the "dining room. Heavy red velvet curtains were draped back on each side of the entrance, and there were three or four deep velvet chairs drawn back from the railing. In one of these chairs, crum pled up and crying, was a girl. Carl ton couldn't see her face, but there was a brightness about her hair and a grace in her relaxed figure which piqued bis curiosity, so he stood very still, waiting. Presently the girl ?toppcd crying and sat up and saw him. "Oh!" she said, involuntarily. "Is there anything I can do, Miss Wharton?" Carlton's quiet manner took away from his offer any hint of imperti nence. "You seem to bo In trouble." The girl stood up. "Oh, no," she said, with some decision. "It was silly of n?e to cry." Then as his eyes still questioned, she flashed out her griev ance: "Does a man ever know what it means to a woman to be a wall flower?" Carlton looked at her incredulously. "Surely you haven't had such an ex perience." "Yes I have," she said. "I sat out three dances, and then I came up hore; it was too humiliating td be seen alone." "But why?" he demanded. "I know you dauce well; I saw you the other uight. And as for beauty, well, any thing I could say on that subject would bc superfluous, Miss Wharton." "But I'm not young any more." Her hands were clasped tightly. "Don't you soe those boys down there like Her Head Was- Up and Her Eyes Were Flashing. the youth of the younger girls, and I'm net used to being set aside; I've always been first." "But you're young," he said incredu 'ously. "Why are you calling yourself old?" "Because 1 feel old. I can't joke and chatter as I did a few years ago, yet it isn't easy to give up my place to the younger girls." He sat down in one of the big chairs beside her. He had talked with her before at the table, and now and then on the porches when the storms of tho early spring abated a little and made out-of-doors possible. She had always seemed reserved, and this out pouring came as a surprise. She seemed to feel that she had said too much, and she apologized. "If you hadn't caught me crying I should not have said a word; it must seem very silly to you." "No, it doesn't," he said. "Perhaps mon don't feel as much the loss of youthful prerogatives, but when I go to our alumni meetings at college and the younger fellows show plainly that they look upon me as a back number I have a little of the feeling which now oppresses yon." "lt's dreadful to grow old," she said. He shook his head and smiled. "No ANTIQUITY Ol First Dial on Record Probably Set Uf by Ahaz About the Year 771 B. C. The clamour of antiquity hangs ove: the sundial, for we read that "Whei Ahaz set up a dial about 771 B. C, probably the first dial on record. Ii long centuries after, we occasiouali; find them mentioned in 'literature am in the carly days of the Anf?lo-?axoi tongue wo And them referred tc. In olden times a suudial was consic ercd almost a sacred thing, really a outdoor altar, and both priets an prose writers have paid thc-i:* vospect to it. Cbnrlcs Lamb wrote: "What a cead thing is a ? ?ock. wit its ponderous smbowelmentb of lea and bras3. ivs pert cr solemn dullne: of communication, compar? wirb th simple altar Uko structure and siler heart !?.nguage of the old dial! steed at '!?.:. garden ged o? (Thrisrfn cardens. Why hi3 ir almost ever; ?.v!:'r;' ranished^ If ic.-, business us / Flower ? BAILEY ociated Literary Press I love Hfe better than I did when I was younger. Tonight I've been out in the wind, walking up the beach, and felt Btrong enough to conquer the world. Even In my most sanguine boyhood days I never knew the same sense of absolute belief in my ability to malee things come my way." "But you're a man," she said. "A woman when she loses her first youth and beauty must be content to be a wall flower." "Come out," he said, impulsively, "and walk with me up the beach. It is glorious out; the wind Is blowing, and you'll feel as If the world was miles away, and that tbe people in lt were of little acount In the sum of human happiness?' The moon shone between the rag ged clouds, as, wrapped in a red cloak,* she went with him on their wild walk. "It's glorious," she confessed, "and I don't care tonight If I am poor and a wallflower, but in the norning there will be the awakening." "I am poor, too," he said, "but for me there will be no awakening, be cause all my life I've had riches, and all my life I've been bored. The week before I came down here I learned that I had lost everything. Everybody thought that the blow would be crush ing, but I have been surprised to find that I do not care." "But you will care," she said, "when you have lived for a little while and have learned of how little account you are to people." "What do I care for people?" was his question. "You will care Just as I did tonight," she said. "When you find that you are of little account, lt will hurt you." He turned to her. "Do you think I could ever be of little account?" he asked. "I don't say this with conceit, but I know that I have foi-nd myself, and that henceforth I shali make the world listen." "Oh!" she breathed, "if one could feel like that!" "Ono must fiel like that," he said, "lo live and conquer. Shall we test it? Tomorrow night put on your pret tiest gown and go Into the dance ex pectins; to be a belle, not a wall flower, and sea the result." "that wouldn't make a bit of dif ference," she protested. "It will make a difference," he said. "Try it." The next night saw her In the midst of a group of men. Her head was up and her eyes were shining. "You see lt worked," he said, as he came up to claim a dance. ? ;i^j?ir:- iJi.-nA'vti+.<tt..tl>iTin " ahn finn. smiled at .myself in the glass and whispered over and over again that I was young and happy, and gradually I came to feel that I was happy, and I came down to the dance toalght with out fear. It seemed as if I created a different atmosphere. Do you believe in such things? Of course you do, ! cr you wouldn't have advised it last ? night." ! "I knew you were underestimating i your own charms," he told her. "You ran away Upstairs to the balcony be fore people rl?d half ft chauce to see you." I "After all," she said, quickly, "what j is it worth, what do I really care what j they think of me?" He looked down at her with a new ! light In his eyes. "What do we care i for anyone except ourselves? What j I think of you, and what you think of I me; that is the iniportant question, ! isn't it?" ! After a while he took her np to the i balcony where they could be alone. "If I had my money," he said, 'Td ? ask you to marry me." "If you had your money," she said, "I wouldn't let you ask me. I'm not fitted to be the wife of a rich man." Below them the dancers whirled to j the rhythm of the music. Outside the ! wind sang a wild song, but they had no ears for the music within or that j without. They were listening to the ! song of their own hearts, which told ? of the love that laughs at obstacles. Truly a Mean Man. Different ^persons have different standards of right and wrong by which they judge others. Two ragged urchins were passing along the street, when one of them noticed a drayman driving by, and remarked, "There goes the meanest man I ever saw!" "What's he done to you?" asked the companion. "What's he done?" re peated the other, Indignantly. "Why, he unloaded half a carload of water melons without bustin' ene of ?em! That's what he's done!" And the oilier boy nodded his approval of his companion's low estimate of a dray man wlio would not drop just one wa termelon for the boys in handling half a carload. THE SUNDIAL be superseded by more elaborate in ventions, Its moral uses, Its beauty, might have pleaded for its continu ance. It spoke of moderate labors, of pleasures not protracted after sun set, of temperance and good hours. lt was the primitive clock, the hore logue of the first world. Adam could scarce have missed it in Paradise. It was the measure appropriate for sweet plants and flowers to spring by; for tho birds to apportion their silver warblings by; for flocks to pasture and be led by. The shepherd 'carved it out quaintly in the sun,' and, turn d j lng philosopher by the very occupa s tion provided it with mottoes more j touching than toinbstco'.'i;." h d s e it No Use Worrying. There's two things that are no usc worrying about, just two. One of 'err It ! is the thing that a body can't fcolp n ! T'other Ia thc (bing that a body car jr? j help.--"Aunt Huldnh," by G. M. Cook( :e ; ar.d A Macgowan. BLAME PHYSICIANS FOR GROWTH OF DOPE HABIT Druggists Say Prescription, and Not Patent Medicines th? Cause. New York-Blame for the pm aience and growth of the morphine/ habit was placed on the shoulders ot physicians, who prescribed the drug, at a meeting of druggists here to? night to protest against the recently enacted city ordinance prohibiting the sale at retail of any preparation con taining morphine or its stilts except upon a doctor's prescription. The ordinance is aimed primarily at paregoric and at stomach remedies, according to members of the board of health who were Instrumental in ob taining its passage. Caswell Mayo?, one of the druggists, said he had made a canvass by mail of several' sanitariums and the replies convinced . him 90 per cent, of the victims of drugs formed the habit as a result Tot using prescriptions given by physi cians and only 8 per cent, from using proprietary medicines. THEY SPIKED THE TRACK. "Now, that was a wrecking crew worth while-it was the worst smash* up I ever saw, and in 20 minutes they didn't leave a sign of it." "Wrecking crew, you idiot! They were souvenir hunters." ECZEMA GONE, BOILS CURED "My son was about three weeks old when I noticed a breaking-out on his cheeks, from which a watery sub stance oozed. A short time after, his arms, shoulders and breast broke out also, and in a few days became a solid scab. I became alarmed, and called our family physician, who at once pro nounced the disease eczema. Th? lit tle fellow was under his treatment for about three months. By the end of that time, he seemed no better. I became discouraged, and as I had read the advertisements of Cuticura Remedies and testimonials of a great many people who had used them with wonderful success, I dropped the doc tor's treatment, and commenced the change. The eruption on his cheeks was almost healed, and his shoulders, arms and.breast were decidedly net ter. When he was about seven months old all trace of the eczema was gone. "During his teething, period, his head and face were broken out In boils which I cured with Cuticura Soap and Ointment. Surely he must have been a great sufferer. During the time of teething and from the time I dropped the doctor's treatment, I used the Cuticura Soap and Cuticura Oint ment, nothing else, and when two yearn old he was the picture of health. His complexion was soft and beauti ful, and his head a mass of silky curls. I had been afraid that he would never be wei... and I feel that I owe a great deal to the Cuticura Remedies." (Signed) Mrs. Mary W. Ramsey, 224 E. 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