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SYNOPSIS.
George Percival Algernon Jones. vice
pres.ld.nt of thet M:tro.pnlltan Or(ental
ituKg ,',"npany of New York, thirsting for
romance, is in ('air, on ait businetss trip
Honrae Ityanna arrives at the hotel Io
"air., with a e'nriefully guarded hundle.
Ryann.. s.IllI .one-e th- famous holy Yhi
ordes rug whhi. i, he admits havIng stolen
from a ,onsha at Itngdad. Jones meet:s
Major C'allahan and lat-r is tntr.odu-ed to
Fort.t It'h.", aovt hv r wtmnan to wahn,
he had In.ined 1., pounds at Monte ('arlo
som),- monthl prevho.u.ly . and who, turns
,ut to he Fortune's molthe-r. Jones take-.
Mrs. ('h'do*y, and I"ortune to a p,.l,
game. Fortutill returns to Jones the1
mone.y horrow,,Id iv her mother Mra.
Chr.-.I,\·v,, a.ppears to he e.na~ngd in So,i,
myt.sfrl.ins enter.rIprl, unknown to the
dauglhter Itynone Irntlerests .I.ne in the
1nitted It.mn11 111n1I nn l, A|\venture ronl
panv, a c.on"..rn whIh for a pri-.- will
arrantge any kind f an tyventlure to or
der. Mrs. (h.,dsoye. hier brothtr. Mar
I'nUlhan. WVall a.. anol Ilvattne, ns thi'
i'n It 1 It~,rn .ane** ,1n \.n '.1 n ln r, co lmp nn r n e .
pit n a ricy.- .nterp.ri,. involving .lone..
iRyanne itlmlkes knownl to Mrr c('iev
hit.s Intention to nitnrry fortune. M1rs.
c'hedsyP derelnr,s she will no,t permit It
Plans are 1.,1.1 to prwo-nt .Irh··e wnllnin
for horn., Rl. anne at1." il J.~nes' , tlrrs
and ah', dilpatche,  I, wir.": ag'Ent in:
New York. In nrtnes' anam'. thI:vt '- is
rentlng holltsel In New York to some
friends. M;boh.nw.-, keeper of th holy,,v
carpet. Is on Ityanne'' trail. Rvnnno
promises Fortune, that he will ,ee that
Jones rnomes to no harm as a tenulh of his
purchase of the tur Mahontn.d neeonts
,tyanne and demands the Thlotrdes rug
Ryanne tells him Jones has the rug and
suglests the ahduction of the New York
merchant as a means of seeturtng its re
turn. The rug disappears from .Tones'
room. Fortune quarrels with her mother
when the latter refuses to explain her
mysterious artions. Fortune Rets a mes
sage purporting to he from Ryanne ask
ing her to meet him in a secluded place
that evening. Jones recelves a message
asking hinm.tn met Ryanne at tile EnglIsh
Bar the same evening. Jones is carrled
off into the desert by Mahomted and his
accomplices after a desperate fight. lie
discovers that Ryanne and Fortune also
are mcptives, the former is badly battered
and unconsclous.
CHAPTER XIII.-(Continued.)
A good fire was started, and the fu
nereal aspect of the oasis became
quick and cheerful. A little distance
from the blaze. -George saw Fortune
bending over the inanimate Ryanne.
She was bathing his face with a wet
handkerchief. After a time Ryanne
turned over and flung his arms limply
across his face. It was the first sign
of life he had exhibited since the
start. Fortune gently pulled aside
his arms and continued her tender
mercies.
"Can I help?" asked George.
"You might rub his wrists." she
answered.
It seemed odd to him that they
ehould begin in such a matter-of-fact
way. It would be only when they
bad fully adjusted themselves to the
situation that questions would put
forth for answers. He knelt down at
the other side of Ryanne and mas
-aged his wrlsts, and arms. Once he
peused, catching his breath.
"What is it?" she asked.
"A rib seems to bother me. It'll be
$ll right tomorrow." He went on
with his manipulations.
"Is he badly hurt?"
"I can't say."
His knowledge of anatomy was not
wide; still, Ryanne's arms and legs
worked satisfactorily. The trouble
was either In his head or back of his
ribs. He put his arm under Ryanne's
-.oalder and raised him. Ryanne
uambled some words. George bent
down to catch them. "Hit 'em up in
this half, boys; we've got them going.
Hell! Get off my head, you farmer!
. Two cards, please." His
face puckered into what was intended
for a smile. George laid him back
gently. Foot-ball and poker: what
had this man not known or seen in
life? Some one came between the
two men and the fire, casting a long
shadow athwart them. George looked
up and saw Mahomed standing close
by. His arms were folded and his
face grimly inscrutable,
"Have you any blankets?" asked
George coolly.
Mahomed gave an order. A blanket
and two saddle-bags were thrown
down beside the unconscious man.
George made a pillow of the bags and
hid the blanket over Ryanne.
"Why do you waste your time over
bIm?" asked Mahomed curlously.
"I would not let a dog die this way,"
he retorted.
"He would bare let you die." replied
Iahomed, turning upon his heel.
George stared thoughtfully at his
whllom accomplice. What did the
old villain nasinuate?
"Can I do anythling to make you
more comfortable?" speaking to For
tune.
"I'm all right. I was chilled a little
while ago, but the fire has done away
with that. Thank you."
"You must eat when they bring you
-ood."
"'I'll try to." smiling bravely.
To take her in his arms, then and
there, to appease their hunger and
his heart's!
Self-consciously, her hand stole to
her hair. A color came into ber
_cheeka. How frightful she must look!
Neither hair-pin nor comb was left.
She threw the strands across her
ehoulder and plucked the snarls and
tangles apart, then braided the whole.
He watched her, fascinated. He had
never seen a woman do this before.
It was almost a sacrilege for him to
be so near her at such a moment.
ateward she drew her blanket over
ter shoulders.
"You've got lots of pluck."
"Have I'?"
"Yes. You haven't asked a question
"Would it help any?"
"No, I don't suppose It would. I've
am idea that we're all on the way to
the home of Haroun-al-Rashld."
"Bagdad." musingly.
"It's the rug. But I do not under
anad you In the picture."
"No more do I."
With a "conslderation that spoke
tll of his understanding, he did aot
speak to her again till food was
pased. Later, when the full terror
t the afalr toole hold of her. she
weld be dreadfully lenely and wr o
4ea to see him meat to hear III
.oitew lhe forced some (if the hot
soup dlw;ºn Ryanne's tbroat. and was
glad to note that he rhepond'l ar little.
After thatdI hle imped about the Strange
camp, but was careful to ug.t in nod
ongeis way. Slyly he took n of this
fat., ;at;( that. ano d his elatlsfacrtlon
grew as he counted the asft.rmath of
the w~a;r. And it had taken five of
them, and even then the r-sult hlad
been in doubt up to the moment whpen
his hcad had gone bang agailnst th*
stur'o( He took a melanchlhly pride
in his swollen ear and half shut eve.
lhe had always been doubtful regard
ing isIf cOtouage; and now lie knew
lhat (;rorge Percival Algernon Jotnes
was ais good a name as itow ard.
TIo' ramel-boys (they are called
ho,I all the way from then dearys up to(
tfr by,. having bobbled the least ,
wnrt, portioning each a otidll |bunadle
if t ilrin or chopped straw in additlcon
to w lina they might find bly grazing.
Funy brutes, thought Georrge. thas he
walkaed among the kneeling aninales:
t go ,five days without food or water,
to travel continuously from twenty
live to eighty miles the day! Others
were busy with the pack-baskets. A
tent, presumably Mahomed's. was be
ing erected upon a clayey piece of
ground in between the palms. No one
entered the huts, even out of curios
Ity; so George was oertain that the
desertion had been brought about by
one plague or another. A smaller
tent was put up later, and he was
grateful at the sight of It. It meant
a little privacy for the poor girl. Great
God, how helpless be was, how help
less they all were!
An Incessant clatter. occasionally
interspersed with a laugh, went on.
The Arab, unlike the East Indian. Is
not ordinarily surly; and these
seemed to be good-natured enough.
They eyed George without malice.
The war of the night before had been
all in a day's work,, for which they
had been ,iherally paid. While he had
spent much time In the Orient and
had ridden camels, a real caravan,
prepared for weeks of Iravel. was a
distinct novelty, and so he viewed all
I
rrtRti
"1For the 8imple Rei~son I Didn't Hlave It to Give Up."
with interest, knowing perfectly well
that within 4 few days he would look
upon these astivitles with a dull. hope
less anger. He went back to the
girl and sat down beside her.
"Have 7ou any idea why you are
here?"
"No; u"les be saw me in the ba
zaars with Horace, and thought to
torture Ul by bringing me along."
Horace! A chill that was not of the
night ran over his shoulders. So she
called the adventurer by his given
name? And how might her presence
torute Ryisne? George felt weak
in that bitter moment. Ay, how might
not her presence torture him also?
He had never, for the briefest space,
thought of Ryanne and Fortune at the
same time. She spoke, apathetically
it was true, as if she had known him
all her life. Th! wisest thing he could
do wU to bring Ryanne to a condition
where he ould explain some parts of
the eigma and be of some use. Hor
ace!
"Ism wPls to have another try at
him." be aid.
bShe aedded, but without any par
ticulau ethuasasm.
Wrgs worked over Ryanne for the
better art of an hour, and finally the
battered man moved. He made an ef
fort to speak, but this time no sound
issued ftoa his lips. At the end of
the hoa he opened his eyes and
smiled. It was more like the grin
Geor.g. L d one seep upon the face
of a e who had returned to the
contest bter having been floored half
a dosesa d .
"CaU hear me?" asked George.
R-aa> stared into his face. "Yes."
th-etk. .Where are we?"
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haI;g4ed you tu1 at a great rate. liest
thlng you cnit do is to go to sleep.
You'll be all right in the morning."
kyanne sank btck, and (;eorge bun
dled hint up snugly. Poor devil!
"tHe'll 11ull himself together in the
morning," h,- said to Fortllune. "I dil
iot know that you kLttw him well"
"I have known hirn for elgit or nine
years. lie us·41 to visit tomy ult.I4 at
onr villa at M.entone." St;h smttilld
"Y'ou look very ol'd."
"No odduer than I fetel." with ins-f
f't'rmul att!€tlipt to bring to't.ether the
't,1'1s of his c'llar-bau;tl. "I tmust ,1,
; sight. I waas in too mluc-h of a hurrv
to get thIere. 1lid yolu cat the t' soup
and fish'"
"Th!e tioup, yes:; but I'm afraid that
it will be some tim io before I can find
the dried fish palatable. I hope my
courage will not fail n.e," she addeld.
the first sign of anxiety she had
shown. She was very lonely, very
tired, very sad.
It is quite possible that Mahomed.
coming over, spoiled a pretty scene;
for George had some very brave
words upon the tip of his tongue.
"Come." said Mahomed to Fortune
"You will sleep In the little tent. No
one will disturb you."
"Good night. Mr. Jones. I)on't wor
ry; I am not afraid."
George was alone. lie produced
one of his precious cigars and lighted
it. Then he drew over his feet one of
the empty saddle-bags, wrapped his
blanket round him, and sat smoking
and thinking till the heat of the fire
replenished from time to time, filled
him with a comfortable drowsiness;
and the cigar, still smoking, dropped
from his nerveless fingers, as be lay
back upon the hard clay and slept.
Romance is the greatest thing in the
world; but for all that, a man must
eat and a man must sleep.
The cold dew of dawn was the tonic
that recalled him from the land of
grotesque dreams. He sat up and
rubbed his face briskly,with his hands.
drying It upon the sleeve of his coat.
as hasty and as satisfying a toilet as
he had ever made. There was no ac
tivity in camp;, evidl'ntly they were
not going to start early. The cook
alone was busy. The fire was crack
ling, the kettle was steaming, and
a pot of pleasant-smelling coffee
leaned rakishly against the hot
ashes. The flap to Fortune's tent was
still closed. And there was Ryanne,
sitting with his knees drawn up under
his chin, his hands clasped about his
shins, and glowering at no visible
thing.
"Hello!" cried George "Fcund
yourself. eh ?"
I[yanne eyed him without emotion
"When and how did they get you?"
George inquired.
"About three hours before they got
you. Something in a glass of wine.
Dope. I'd have cleaned them up but
for that."
"How do you tecl?"
"Damned bad, Percival."
"Any bones broken?"
"No; I'm just knocked about; sore
spot in my side; kicked, maybe. But
it isn't that."
George didn't ask what "that" was.
"WhTere do you think he's taking us?"
"Bagdad, if we don't die upon the
way."
'I don't think he'll kill us. It
wouldn't be worth his while"
"You did not give him the rug."
"Not I!"
"It comes hard, Jones. I know, but
your giving it up will save us both
many bad days. He asked you for it?"
"He did."
"Then.why the devil didn't you give
it to him? Wh~a"s a thousand pounds
i anains IUhis muddler
"For the simple resuon I didn't have
it to give up."
"What's that?"
"W\'len I we'nt up to my room, night
lbefore I;!st, some lo ne h;ad been thetre
ahali'd of me And at first I had tliv
en you tile eredit." said (,'orge. with
admirable frankness.
"{oi4ne!" '114 re wias no mistaking
the dismay in Ityanniie's voice.
"Ait'tlutcly."
"\He'. I h damn!" Rivanne threw
.sidEl t'l h lnket and got up. It was
;) pai+lnful iovemeint, atil he sa, yd
a little. "If lahotrned hasn't it, a: d
I Ihavien t it, anu11 you hav'en't it, who
th' de.vil has, then ?"
;eore shnok his h1tart.
'".ones we are in for it. If that
'ullrsed rug is Miahomed's nalvation.
it is no less ours. IIf ,e ever reach
the pail:co of ltagdad and that rug is
Ilot forthcoming, we'll never see the
outside of the walls again."
"Nonsense! There's an American
consul at ltagdnd."
"And Mahomed will notify him of
our arrival!" bitterly.
"Isn't there some way we two
might get at Mahomed?"
"Perhaps; but it will take time.
Don't bank upon money. Mahomed
wants his head. If the rug .
Ilut Ityanne stopped. lie looked be
yond George, his face full of terror.
Gieorge turned to see what had pro=
duc'd this effect. Fortune was com
Ing out of her tent. "Fortune? My
God!" Ryanne's legs gave under and
he sank, his face In his hands. "I
se it all now! Fool, fool! lie's go
ing to get me. Jones; he's going to get
me through her!"
CHAPTER XIV.
Mahomed Offers Freedom.
Fortune had slept, but only after
hours of watchful terror. The slight
est sound outside the tent sent a
scream Into her throat, but she suc
ceeded each time in stifling it. Once
the evil laughter of a hyena came over
her ears. shivering. Alone! She laid
her head upon the wadded saddle-bags
and wept silently, and every sob tore
at her heart. She must keep up the
farce of being brave when she knew
that she wasn't. The men must not
be discouraged. Her deportment
would characterize theirs; any sign
"Don't Worry Any More About the Rug, Then. I Know Where It Is."
of weakness upon her side would cor- anne's. Not a whimper, not a plaint.
respondingly depress thm the more not a protest so far had she made
She prayed to God to give her the She was a Roland in petticoats
strength to hold out. She was afraid "Oh. I'm bashed up a bit." said Ry
Might Have Put Last First
Old Lady Wound Up With Excellent
Reason for Not" Liking the
Domanie's Sermon.
Walter D. Moody, meanaging direc
tor of the Chicago plan commission.
told the following story at a recent
lu::cheon of the Chicago real estate
board:
A Scotch clergyman who had made
a i:articularly brilliant at:empt (as
he thought) in the preparation of a
certain se:mon, felt high!y elated on
the Suaday on which it was delivered.
Walking bome frotn church alftrr
the service he encountered an old
lady who was one of his stanchest
tarisooners. Sllpp:cg his arm through
hers he asked:
"Aitnt.. how did you like my sea.
mon today?" Expecticg. of course. to
receive a fine word of approval from
the devout old lady, who was a great
admirer of the minister, he was cbh

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of Mahomiedl; sh'e .asd afraid of his
griie smitl', afraid of his c o,'klnog
e4e Slit' (. ouli not s,po(nt  out t he
:4 i4 l'er, in hte had so gratuitously
ki'ckeld Ilorae',e in the haide. Hlorace'
No. sihe lih not believc' that she would
ever forgive him for this web which
hei had spun and fallen Into himself
Tw' things she' molst hide for the
tsake of then all htier fear of Mahomn
ed and her knowledge of ltyannea's
tricke'ry.
What piart in this tragedy had the
Ara:b assigned her? lier firRngcrs twined
;ianl unt iedltl, lnd ohe Iock i and
rocke'd. hit her lips, lay dow\\ . sat 1up
a il ri c.ke.d : Lagain. litt for the ex
haiustlr n. uit for the rnsi:tinrt call of
rnature, sit'e would neier have closed
ht r eyc that night.
And her mother! Wlhat would her
rnotic)i r Ihelieve, af;cte-r tie l i 't sc'ldcn that
hai:l t:ak ln - i;iace le c'cm r them'?i \Vhat?
c',uh|i she b,'-!i4v'e, save that her dlaugh
ter had fielltlle her threact. and run
:a\vay? And iieon this not uIrere';ason
ble siuppoIsition her motheri wcould
iake no icat lenlpt to find out what had
hbecomI e of heir. Perhaps she would
he gladl glad to he rid of her and her
quellstlcns. Alone! Well, she had al
ways been alone.
The only ray ofasunshlne in all was
the presence of Jones. She felt.
subtly, that he would not only stand
between her and Mahomed, but also
between her and Ityanne.
"Ilush!" whispered George. "Don't
let her see you like this. She mustn't
know."
"You don't understand." replied Ry
anne miserably.
"I believe I do." George's heart
was heavy. This man was in love
with her, too.
HIyanne struck the tears from his
eyes and turned aside his head. lie
was sick in soul and body. To have
walked blindly into a trap like this.
of his own making. too! Fool! What
had possessed him. usually so keen,
to trust the copper-hiiled devil? All
for the sake of one glass of wine!
With an effort entailing no meager
pain in his side, he stilled the strang
ling hiccoughs, swung round and tried
to smile reassuringly at the girl.
"You are better?" she asked.
There was in the tone of that ques
tlon an answer to all his dreams. One
night's work had given him his ticket
to the land of those weighed and
found wanting. She knew: how much
he did not care; enough to read his
guilt.
It appeared to George that she was
aceepting the situation with a philos
ophy deeper than either his or Ry
grined when she relited: "Good do
m.nie. I did not like it'
"You .id not like it. aurty. Well.
what was the reason?"
"'Thre are three reasons."
"Throe reascns! I dec';ire' I pray
what was the first one?"
"1 do not like sermons that are
read."
That was not disconcertirg, so the
minister tressed the old lady for the
second rPa3onI.
"We!l." she said. "I did not like the
Ray you read it"
*Come now. a.nty." cor.tir.uof t'e
minister, "that is n.: so bad. What
was the final re: su,o""
"*ell, I dinna like to tell 'ec:. god
domunie, hbu: I tLOLgJt it wYn't
worth readiTg."
What Vakes for 8uccess.
Wbhe a srl Babbles a . .iq Isot.
anne. "I'll get my v1,-s in . ay oday
SO. Portune, will y ii asat %r one
quA'4 st ion l lk
' As uny n )ou like '
"flow did )oi fet h,,r ?"
"D)on't you kn) m ."
(George wasn't c3 rt',in, but the girl's
voice was cold and acnulsing.
"Yes. Wasn't it the mlote tIht you
wrlt.' to mn ""
ltynv ne took his ha':Id t1I his hall8 1.
wearily. "I wrote y11o (i ) note. or-, lr
tullne; I have nevr writtl-ti 31nll a note)3
of any kind. Y)'o do nolt know my333"
hanldwriting fromt Adanm'. In God's
namel .V. hy didn't ,ila ask iour  oi" heor
Ir your nell, el3  "Tli y lo woub l have ol''
o atii7'd lith' forg.ry at o she Who
'ave; It it to .-Ill)
"aholerld 1i soe1 f i"
"I amn3 l hi I ' Ii; antis vl rr '." P'rong
undl'r the' Raisin, lit of ' et,-. "N3.
loft tell mle to e3 . silen' t I do 't at'
aboult mtyself. I n the ki of at mtan
who pulls throtlgh, g.erl.rtlly. liut
this takes the' lpine out of I l . In
to blame; it 's all mny fault "
"Say no more about it." She be
lieved h'm. She really hadn't thought
him capable of such baseness, though
at the time of her abduetibn she had
been inclined to accuse him. That
he was here, a prisoner like herself.
was conclusive evidence, so far as she
was concerned, of his innocence. But
she knew him to be responsible for
the presence of Jones; knew him to
be culpable of treachery of the mean
est order; knew him to be lacking in
generosity and magnanimity toward a
man who was practically his benefac
tor. "What does Mahomed want "
"The bally rug. Fortune. And Jones
here, who had it, says that it is gone."
"Vanished. magic-carpet-wise," sup
plemented George.
"And Jones would have given it up."
"And a thousand like it, if we could
have bought you out of this."
"Jones and I could have managed
to get along."
"We shouldn't have mattered."
"And would you have returned to
Mr. Jones his thousand pounds?"
"Yes, and everything else I have."
quite honestly.
"Don't worry any more about the
rug, then. I know where it is."
"You?" cried the two men.
"Yes. I stole it. I did so, thinking
to avert this very hour: to save yo
from harm," to George. "and you from
doing a contemptible thing," to Ry
anne. "It is In my room, done up in
the big steamer-roll. And now I am
glad that I stole it."
Ryanne laughed weakly.
Said George soberly: "What con.
temptibla thing?" He remembered
Mahomed's words in regard to. Ry
anne as the latter lay insensible Ia
the sand.
Ryanne, quick to seize the opportu
nity of solving, to his own advantage,
the puzzle for George, and at the same
time guiding Fortune away, from a
topic, the danger of which she knew
nothing, raised a hand. "I bribed Ma.
homed to kidnap you. Jones. Don't
be impatient. You laughed at me
when I laid before you the prospeeus
of the United Romance and Adven
ture Company. I wished to prove to
you that the concern existed. And so
here is your adventure upon approval.
I thought, of course, you still had the
rug. Mahomed was to carry you into
the desert for a week. and by that
time you would have surrendered the
rug, returned to Cairo. the hero of a
full fledged adventure. Lord! what a
mess of it I've made. I forgot, next
to this bally rug, Mahomed loved me."
The hitherto credulous George had
of late begun to look into facts on
stead oP dreams. He did not believe
a word of this amazing confession, de
spite the additional testimony of For
tune, relative to Ryanne's statements
made to her in the bazaars.
"The biter bitten," was George's
sole cometrnt.
Riyanne breathed easier. .
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Clothes Must Be "Amusing."
The women are tired of fashions
that are merely chic or lovely and
Sare now cultivating the eccentric.
They like a dress which they cant
term "amusing." Their hats, also.
must be "amusing." Tweir frocks must
be "fminy." their ties. belts, coats and
hosiery "ducky." The lattrter term de
scribes articles that are pretty and
also amusing.
Tihe clothes now worn include
braces' for women with skirts or
trouser effect. Sode of the hats are
trimmed with two tennis rackets made
of plush, with white stockings having
black, spreading trees for clocks, and
lirtte curate coats sad tathmlns hats
I copied in straw.-London Letter.
of tl:ings she loses real interest in
any trne of them and hence does not
become su:cetssul. Decide what you
eant to do or be and then bend er
cry effort toward making this things
poseible Sometimes, it is true. a girt
cannot do the thing the nould like to'
do because other obligations demand
her efforts Even in such event she
should make the be.t of the situl
-ion. do tell the thing she is obliged
to do. in the hope that i, will Cvientt
ally lead her oetl of di.,-oiir'-nment
into the clear light of hai.'lr h t
Many 01 the world's ,o' .ou-es
ful woentn are ti.(>e who at the he
g t::i,-g of their '::r51-r.3 hetd to de
fl.a:n 3 : '' wt,, h'd tI. t.i 'o'o o,
t )33-- 3 th.'r at .'r ' - ,tht 5(''ao3 t3 3,3i-r
FOLEY KIDNEY PILLS
RICHI IN COeATIVR QUALT'IFI!S
FOR BACKACHE. RHEUMATISM`
KIDNEYS AND BLADDER
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PARKER'S
HAIR BALSAM
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For Restornn Color and
Bemuty tor( y or Faded Ha
Ma.. a- $1 wat I'ru. E Lts.
Real Merit Has Made
Bond's Liver Pills
a household word through the South.
We have spared neither time nor money
in perfecting BOND'S PILLS for the cure
of Headaches, Biliousness. Constipation,
Malaria and similar ills. MERIT was our
chief object. Not how "cheap" but how
good we could make them.
The extraordinary success of BOND'S
PILLS is due solely to their MERII', not
to loud and misleading claims of CURING
EVERYTHING.
SPECIAL TO WOMEN
ISo ott rali,'* the' fact that thIoausands
f \'.UnIIou. ;at w I % sing
A Soluble Antiseptic Powder
as a rem"rdy for mucous membrane af
frections, such as sorer throat, nasal or
pelvic catarrh,. inflammation or ulcera
tion, causted by female ills? Women
who have, bc'een cured say "it is worth
its wteight in gold." Dissolve in water
and apply locally. For ten years the
Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. has
recommended PIaxtilb in their private
correspondence with women.
For all hygienic and toilet uses it has
no equal. Only 50c a large box at Drug
gists or sent postpaid on receipt of
price. The Paxton Toilet Co., Boston.
Mass.
HUBBY WAS LEFT GUESSING
And at This Date He Still Is Wonder
ing Just Who Was the Unkissed
Female.
Mr. Brown issued forth from Fair
bank Terrace and wended his way to
wards the village inn. An insurance
agent named Dawson was holding
forth.
"Do you know Fairbank Terrace?"
Several nodded assent, and Mr.
Brown became more deeply interested.
"Well, believe me, gents, I've kissed
every woman in that terrace except
one."
Mr. lBrown's face assumed a purple
hue, and hurriedly quaffing his tle he
quitted the barroom. ltushing home.
he burst in at the door.
"Mary," he shouted, "do you know
that insurance chap, Dawson?" Mary
nodded assent. "Well," he continued.
"I've just heard him say he's kissed
every woman In this terrace except
one."
Mary was silent for a moment, and
then with a look of womanly curlos
ity said:
"I wonder which one that is?"
Need of Sun and Air.
"A certain morbidness among glrlI
and women, which rests so heavily on
modern life," Is due to lack of sun, air
and sunshine, according to Professor
Manjon of Nice.
"Sun-bathing. air-bathing and tre
quent physical exercise in loose gar
ments, are indispensable to good
health and good temperament in womr
'n," declared the lecturer.
HIs Idea.
"Could you call a dog's chasing of
his tall an economie pursuit?"
"I don't see how."
"Isn't he trying to make both ends
meet?"
Similar.
rBacon-Hluxley said that an oyster
is as complicated as a watch.
Eghert-Well, I know both of them
nrun down easily.. ,*
HER "BEST FRIEND"
A Woman Thus Speaks of Pestualb
We usually consider our best freads
those who treat us best.
Some persons think coffee a real
friend, but watch It carefully awhile
and observe that it is one of the
meanest of all enemies, for it stabs
one while professing friendship.
Coffee contains a poisonous drug
caffeine-which Injures the delicate
nervouls system and frequently sets
up disease in one or *ore organs of
the body, if its use is persisted In.
"1 had heart palpitation and nerv
ousness for four years and the doctor
told me the trouble was caused by
coffee. lie advised me to leave it off,
but I thought 1 could not." writes a
Wis. lady.
"()n the advice of a friend I tried
Postum and It so satistied me I did not
care for coffee after a few clays' trial
of Postum.
"As weeks wont by and I continued
to use P'ostum my weight increased
from 98 to 118 ipounds, and time heart
trouble left me. I have used it a year
row and am stronger than I ever was.
I c'an hustle up stairs without cny
heart 1, lpitation, and I am free from
nervousnt'ss.
"My children are very fond of Post
um and it agrees with them. My sister
liked it when she drank it at my house;
now she h:.s i'owutlm at holne anti has
h'orn. vi'ry frnd of it. You Iruny use
my narie if you n ii.h. as I am not
ash' mid of pratiring I:, b, .t frinnd;
I'.'Pt 1.'' Na.iut' iV' I " ,' Pi' tirn ('a.,
Iatt', Cr 'k, .lilih.
tr';m (.d f(o m ';I, ;lriot;:,rl I''rlln 'lt . It
I:, r'ghlatr I'osturr. .-', Ir.' - . -,m] t,,, , the
f:tm*ory tIhat only th' v'!. e itortiofnl
are re;tin''d.
A ajoonfilt of v<.::itt 'c th,-t wim Wi'
hot nutr. an'ld sc:.r ,,Iti r' r.,n tu
tstbi , I:roduce instant!/ a c.,,lh:icin
berri, g,.
S,,:e for the little book. "T'he fIod
to \;'.rliville."
"'hre's a Reasonu" for PI'ostum.-e

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