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The Hollow
of Her Hand
''My God, Sara!" again fell In a
hoarse whisper from the girl's lips.
"I simply voice my point of view,"
explained Sara calmly. "As I said
before, we look at things differently." I
"I can't believe you mean what you
said," cried Hetty. "Why why. if I
loved him with all my heart, soul and
body I could not even think of Oh,
I shudder to think of it!"
"I love you," continued Sara, fixing
her mysterious eyes on those. of the
lrL "and yet you took from me some
thing more than a brother. I love
jou, knowing everything, and I am
paying in full the debt he owes to
lou. Leslie, knowing nothing, Is no
iea juur ubulu,. .. n.. . ,... ( g a8 he stood oyer ner and pr0.
leal, I know, my dear, but we must , c,almeJ nlfJ pleaflUre ln jerky, awk
Temember that while other people . ,-- -n, thv waiwod
may be Indebted to us, we also owe
something to ourselves. We ought to
take pay from ourselves. Please do
not conclude that 1 am urging or
even advising you to look with favor
upon Leslie Wrandall's honorable, sin
cere proposal of marriage. I am mere
ly trying to convince you that you
are entitled to all that any man can
give you ln this world of ours we
women all are, for that matter."
"I was sure that you couldn't ask me
to marry him. I coildn't believe "
"Forget what I have said, dearest,
if It grieves you," cried Sara warmly.
She arose and drew the girl close to
her. "Kies me, Hetty." Their lips
met. The girl's eyes were closed, but
Sara's were wide open and gleaming.
"It la because I love you," she said
softly, but she did not complete the
sentence that burned ln her brain.
To herself she repeated: "It is be
cause I love you that I would scourge
you with Wrandalls!"
"You are very good to me, Sara,"
bobbed Hetty.
"You will be nice to Leslie?"
"Yes, yes! If he will only let me
be his friend."
"He asks no more than that. Now,
you must go to bed."
Suddenly, without warning, she held
the girl tightly in her arms. Her
breathing was quick, as of one
moved by some sharp sensation of ter
ror. When Hetty, ln no little won
der, opened her eyes Sara's face was
turned away, and she was looking
over her shoulder as if cause for alarm
had come from behind.
"What is It?" cried Hetty anxiously.
She saw the look of dread ln her
companion's eyes, even as It began
to fade.
"I don't know," muttered Sara.
"Something, I can't tell what, came
over me. I thought some one was
stealing up behind me. How silly of
"Ah," said Hetty, with an odd smile,
"I can understand how you felt."
"Hetty, will you take me In with
you tonight?", whispered Sara nerv
ously. "Let me eleep with you. I
can't explain it, but I am afraid to
be alone tonight." The girl's answer
was a glad smile of acquiescence.
"'Come with me, then, to my bedroom
while I change. I have the queerest
feeling that some one Is in my room.
I don't want to be alone. Are you
Hetty held back, her face blanching.
"No, I am not afraid," she cried at
once, and started toward the door.
"There is some on ln this room,"
said Sara a few moments later, when
they were in the big bedroom down
the hall.
"I i wonder," murmured Hetty.
And yet neither of them looked
about In search for the Intruder!
Far Into the night Sara sat In the
window of Hetty's dressing room, her
chin sunk low in her hands, staring
moodily into the now opaque night,
her eyes somber and unblinking, her
body as motionless as death Itself.
CThe cooling wind caressed her and
whispered warnings Into her unheed
ing ears, but she sat there unprotect
ed against its chill, her nightdress
damp with the mist that crept up with
sinister stealth from the sea.
In the Shadow of the Mill.
The next day but one waB overcast.
On cloudy, bleak days Hetty Castle
ton always felt depressed.
Leslie was to return from the wilds
on the following day. Early ln the
morning Booth had telephoned to In
quire if she did not want to go for a
long walk with him before luncheon.
The portrait was finished, but he
could not afford to miss the morning
hour with her. He said as much to
her ln pressing his Invitation.
"Tomorrow Leslie will be here and
I sha'n't see as much of you as I'd
like," he explained, rather wistfully.
"Three Is a crowd, you know. I've
got so used to having you all to my
self, It's hard to break off suddenly."
"I will be ready at eleven," she said,
and was instantly surprised to find
that her voice rane with new life, new
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interest. The grayness seemed to lift
from the view that stretched beyond
the window; she even looked for the
sun in her eagerness.
It was then that she knew why the
world had been bleaker than usual,
even in its cloak of gray.
A little before eleven she set out
briskly to intercept him at the gates.
Unknown to her, Sara eat in her
window, and viewed her departure
with gloomy eyes. The world alBO
was gray for her.
They came upon each other unex
pectedly at a Bharp turn In the ave
nue. Hetty colored with a sudden
ruBh of confusion, and had all she
could do to meet his eager, happy
on together, a strange ehyness at
tending them. She experienced the
falntness of breath that comes wnen
the heart is filled with pleasant
alarms. As for Booth, his blood sang.
He thrilled with the oy of being near
her, of the feel of her all about him,
of the delicious feminine appeal that
made her so wonderful to him. He
wanted to crush her In his arms, to
keep her there forever, to exert all
of his brute physical strength so that
she might never again be herself but
a part of him.
They uttered commonplaces. The
spell was on them. It would lift, but
for the moment they were powerless
to struggle against It At length he
saw the color fade from her cheeks;
her eyes were able to meet his with
out the look in them that all men love.
Then he seemed to get hie feet on the
ground again, and a strange, ineffably
sweet sense of calm took possession
of him.
"I must paint you all over again,"
he said, suddenly breaking In on one
of her remarks. "Just as you are
today an outdoor girl, a glorious out
door girl in "
"In muddy boots," she laughed,
drawing her skirt away to reveal a
shapely foot ln an American walking
He smiled and gave voice to a new
thought. "By Jove, how much better
looking our American shoes are than
the kind they wear ln London!"
"Sara InslBts on American shoes,
so long as I am with her. I don't
think our boots are so villainous, do
"Just the same, I'm going to paint
you again, boots and all. You "
"Oh, how tired you will become of
"Try mol"
"Besides, you are to do Sara at
once. She has consented to sit to
you. She will be Wonderful, Mr.
Booth, oh, how wonderful!"
There was no mistaking the sincer
ity of this rapt opinion.
"Stunning," tins his brief comment.
She was silent for a long time, so
long indeed that he turned to look
at her.
"A thoroughly decent, fair minded
chap Is Leslie Wrandall," he pro
nounced, for want of something bet
ter to say. "Still, I'm bound to say,
I'm sorry he Is coming home tomor
row." The red crept Into her cheeks again.
"I thought you were such pals," she
said nervously.
"I expect to be his best man if he
ever marries," said he, whacking
stone at the roadside with his walk
ing stick. Then he looked up at her
furtively and added, with a quizzical
smile: "Unless something happens."
"What could happen?"
"He might marry the girl I'm ln
love with, and, in that case, I'd have
to be excused."
"Where shall we walk to this morn
ing?" she asked abruptly. He had
drawn closer to her in the roadway.
"Is It too far to the old stone mill?
That's where I first saw you, If you
"Yes, let us go there," she said, but
her heart sank. She knew what was .
coming. Perhaps it were best to have
it over with; to put It away with the
things that were to always be her
lost treasures. It would mean the
end of their companionship, the end
of a love dream. She would have to
lie to him: to tell him she did not
love him.
Coming to the jog in the broad mac
adam, they were striking off into the
narrow road that led to the quaint
old mill, long since abandoned in thtt
forest glade beyond, when their atten
tion was drawn to a motor car, which
was slowing down for the turn into
Sara's domain. A cloud of dust swam
in the air far behind the machine.
A bare-headed man on the seat be
side the driver waved his hand to
them, and two women ln the tonneau
bowed gravely. Both Hetty and
Booth flushed uncomfortably, and hes
itated in their progress up the forest
The man was Leslie Wrandall. Ills
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ecat or uio touring cur.
"Why why, It wan Leslie," cried
Booth, looking over his Bhouldor at
the rapidly receding car. "Shall we
turn back, MIbs Castleton?"
"No," she cried Instantly, with some
thing like impatience in her voice.
"And spoil our walk?" she added In
the next breath, adding a nervous
little laugh.
"It seems rather ' ho began dubi
ously. "Oh, let ua have our day," she cried
Bharply, and led the way into the by
road. They came, In the course of a quar
ter of an hour, to the bridge over the
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She Made No, Response.
mill race. Beyond, in the mossy
shades, stood a dilapidated, centurion
structure known as Rangely's mill, a
landmark with a history that Included
incidents of the Revolutionary war,
when eager patriots held secret meet
ings inside its walls and plotted under
the very noses of Tory adherents to
the crown.
Pausing for a few minutes on the
bridge, they leaned on the rail and
looked down Into the clear, mirror
like water of the race. Their own
eyes looked up at them; they smiled
Into their own faces. And a fleecy
white cloud passed over the glittering
stream and swept through their faces,
off to the bank, and was gone forever.
Suddenly he looked up from the wa
ter and fixed his eyes on her face. Ha
had seen her clear blue eyes fill with
'-:ars as he gazed into them from the
rail above.
"Oh, my dear!" he cried. "What is
She put her handkerchief to her
eyes as she quickly turned away. In
another instant she was smiling up
at him, a soft, pleading little smile
that went straight to his heart
"Shall we start back?" she asked,
a, quaver ln her voice.
"No," he exclaimed. "I've got to
go on with It now, Hetty. I didn't
intend to, but come, let ub go up and
sit on that familiar old log in the
shade of the mill. You must dear!"
She suffered him to lead her up
the steep bank beyond and through
the rocks and rotten timbers to the
great beam that protruded from the
shattered foundations of the mill.
The rickety old wheel, weather-beaten
and sad, rose above them and threat
ened to topple over If they so much
as touched Its flimsy supports.
He did not release her hand after
drawing her up beside him.
"You must know that I love you,"
he said simply.
She made no response. Her hand
lay limp ln his. She was staring
straight before her.
"You do know it, dont you?" he
went on.
"I God knows I don't want you to
lovo me. I never meant that you
should " she was Baying, as if to
"I suppose itB hopelesB," he said
dumbly, as her voice trailed off in a
whisper. i
"Yes, it Is utterly hopeless," she
said, and she was white to the lips.
"I I sha'n't say anything more,"
said he. "Of course, I understand
how it is. There's some one else, Only
I want you to know that I love you
with all my soul, Hetty. I I don't
see how I'm going to get on without
a ' you. But I I
won't distress you.
I "There Isn't anyone else, Brandon,"
she Bald In a very low voice. Her fln
I gers tightened on his in a sort ot des-1
I peratlon. "I know what you are think
ing. It Isn't Leslie. It never can
be Leslie."
' "Then then " he stammered, the
blood surging back into his heart
, "there may be a chance "
I "No, no!" she cried, almost vehe
mently. "I can't let you go on hoping.
It is wrong so terribly wrong. You
must forget me. You must "
He seized her other hand and held
them both firmly, masterfully.
"See here, my look at me, dearest!
What Is wrong? Tell me! You are
unhappy. Don't be afraid to tell me. '
You you do love me?"
She drew a long breath through her
half-closed Ups. Her eyes darkened
with pain.
"No. I don't love you. Ob, I am
so sorry to have given you "
He was almost radiant "Tell me
the truth," he cried triumphantly.
"Don't hold anything back, darUng.
If there 1b anything troubling you, let
me shoulder It I can I will do any
thing ln the world foryou. Listen:
I know there's a mystery somewhere.
I have felt It about you always. I
have seen it in your eyes, I have al
ways sensed It stealing oVer me when
I'm with you this strange, bewilder
ing atmosphere of " ,
"Wimh I Ynn munt nnf aav nnvthlnc
more." she cried out "I onnnot love
you. There 1b nothing more to
said." i
"But I know it now. You do lova
me. I could shout It to " The mis-
erable, whipped expression in her eyes
checked this outburst, He was struck -
by It, even dismayed. "My dearest '
ono, my love," he said, with Infinite
tenderness, "what Is It? Tell me?" I
Ho drew her to him. His arm went I
about her shoulders. The final thrill
of ecstasy bounded through his veins.
The feel of herl The wonderful,
subtle, feminine feel of her! His
brain reeled in a new and vast whirl
of intoxication.
She sat there very still and unre
sisting, her hand to her lips, uttering
no word, scarcely breathing. He wait
ed. He gave her time. After a little
while her fingers strayed to the crown
of her limp, rakish panama. They
found the Blngle hatpin and drew it
out. He smiled as he pushed the hat
away and then pressed her dark little i
head against his breast. Her blue
eyes were swimming. I
"Just this once, Just this once," she
murmured with a sob in her voice.
Her hand stole upward and caressed
his brown cheek and throat Tears of
Joy started ln his eyes tears of ex
quisite delight
"Good God, Hetty, I I can't do
without you,' he whispered, shaken
by his paBslon. "Nothing can come
between us. I must have you always
like this."
I "Che sara, sara," she sighed, like
the breath of the summer wind as
It sings in the trees. I
i The minutes passed and neither
spoke. His rapt gaze hung upon the
glossy crown that pressed against him
so gently. He could not see her eyes,
but somehow be felt they were tightly
shut, as If ln pain. I
"I love you, Hetty. Nothing can
matter," he whispered at last "Tell
me what It is."
She lifted her head and gently with
drew herself from his embrace. He
did not oppose her, noting the serious,
almost somber look in her ey&a as she
turned to regard him steadfastly, an
unwavering Integrity of purpose ln
their depths.
She had made up her mind to tell
him a part of the truth. "Brandon, I am
Hetty Glynn."
He started, not so much ln surprise
as at the abruptness with which she
made the announcement
"I have been sure of it, dear, from
the beginning," he said quietly.
Then her tongue was loosed. The
words rushed to her lips. "I was
Hawkrlght's model for six months.
I posed for all those studies, and for
the big canvas in the academy. It
was either that or starvation. Oh,
you will hate me you must hate me."
He laid his hand on her hair, a
calm smile on his lips. "I can't love
and hate at the same time," he said.
"There was nothing wrong ln what
you did for Hawkrlght I am a paint
er, you know. I understand. Does
does Mrs. Wrandall know all this?"
"Yes everything. She knows and
understands. She Is an angel, Bran
don, an angel from heaven. But," she
burst forth, "I am not altogether a
sham. I am the daughter of Colonel
Castleton, and I am cousin of all the
Murgatroyds the poor relation. It
isn't as if I were the scum of the
earth, Is it? I am a Castleton,
father comes of a noble family. And,
Brandon, the only thing I've ever done
in my life that I am really ashamed
of is the deception I 'practiced on you
when you brought that magazine to
me and faced me with it I did not
"Some Day You Will Tell Me Every
thing?" lie to you. I simply let you believe
I was not the the person you thought
I was. But I deceived you "
"No, you did not deceive me," he
said gently. "I read the truth in your
dear eyes."
"There are other things, too. I shall
not speak ot them, except to repeat
that I have not done anything else
ln my life that I should be ashamed
of." Her eyes were burning with ear
nestness. He could not but understand
what she meant
Again he stroked her hair. "I am
sure of that" he said.
"My mother was Kitty Glynn, the
actress. My father, a younger son,
I fell In love with her. They were mar
ried against the wishes of his father,
, who cut him off. He was in the serv
ice, and he wae brave enough to stick.
They went to ono of tho South Afri
can garrisons, and I was born there.
Then to India. Then back to London,
where an aunt had died, leaving my
father quite a comfortable fortune.
But his old friends would have noth
ing to do with him. He had lived
well, he had made life a hell for my
mother ln those frontier posts. He de
serted us in the end, after he had
I squandered the fortune. My mother
I made no effort to compel him to pro -
vldo for her r tot me- Sho YaB
-. nrnun. Mnn was nurr- toqav ubi ih
ln India, still in the Bervlce, a mar
tinet with a record for bravery on
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the field of battlo that' cannot bo
taken from him, no matter what elso
may befall. I hoar from him once or
twice a year. That
011 T n n1l
ail i can ipu
you about him. My mother died threo
,.,, ,, ,- , vaora nr Invalid,
ism. During those years I tried to
repay her for the sacrifice she, had
made in giving mo the education,
the " She choked up for a second,
and then went bravely on. "Her old
manager made a place for me in ono
of his companies. I took my mother's
name, Hetty Glynn, and weU, for a
season and a half i was in the chorus.
I could not stay there. I could not'
she repeated with a shudder. "I gave
it up after my mother's death. I was
fairly well equipped for work as a
children's governess, so I engaged my
self to"
She stopped ln dismay, for ho was
laughing. I
"And now do you know what I think
of you, Miss Hetty Glynn?" he cried,
seizing her hands and regarding her
with a serious, steadfast gleam in his
eyes. "You are the pluckiest, sandiest
girl I've ever known. You are tho
kind that heroines are made of. Thero
Is nothing ln what you'vo told me that
could ln tlio least alter my regard for
you, except to Increase the love I
thought could be no stronger. Will
you marry me, Hetty?"
She Jerked her hands away, and
held them clenched against her breast
"No! I cannot It Is impossible,
Brandon. If I loved you less than I
do, I might oay yes, but no, it is Im
possible." His eyes narrowed. A gray shadow
crept over his face.
"There can bo only one, obstacle so
serious as all that," he said Blowly.
"You you are already married."
"No!" Bho cried, lifting her pathetic
eyes to his. "It isn't that Oh, please
be good to mo! Don't ask me to say
anything more. Don't make it hard
for me, Brandon. I love you I lovo
you. To be your wife would be the
most glorious No, no! I must not
even think of It I must put It out
of my mind. There Is a barrier, dear
est We cannot surmount It Don't
ask me to tell you, for I cannot I I
am so happy In knowing that you love
me, and that you still love me after
I have told you how mean and shame
less I was ln deceiving "
He drew her close and kissed her
full on the trembling lips. She gasped
and closed her eyen, lying like oau in
a swoon. Soft, moaning sounds came
from her lips. He could not help feel
ing a vast pity for her, she was so
gentle, so miserably hurt by some
thine he could not understand, but
knew to be monumental ln Its power .
to oppress.
I "Listen, dearest." he said, after a
long Bllence; "I understand this much,
at least: you can't talk about It now.
Whatever it is, it hurts, and God
knows I don't want to make It worse
for you in this hour when I am co
selfishly happy. Time will show us
the way. It can't be Insurmountable.
Love always triumphs. I only ask
you to repeat those three little words,
and I will be content. Say them."
"I love you," she murmured.
"There! You are mine! Three
little words .bind you to me forever. '
I will watt until the barrier Is down.
Then I will take you."
"The barrier grows stronger every
day," she said, staring out beyond the
tree-tops at the acuddlng clouds. "It
never can be removed.'
I "Some day you will tell me every
thing r
She hesitated long. "Yes, before
God, Brandon, I will tell you. Not now,
but some day. Then you will see
why why I cannot " She could not
complete the sentence.
"I don't believe there is anything
you can tell me that will alter my
feelings toward you," he said firmly.
"The barrier may be Insurmountable,
but my love Is everlasting.''
I "I can only thank you, dear, and
love you with all my wretched heart"
"You are not pledged to some one
I "No."
I "That's all I want to know," he said,
with a deep breath. "I thought It
might be Leslie."
i "No, no!" she cried out, and he
caught a note of horror ln her voice,
"Does he know this
thing you can't tell me?" he demand-
ed. a harsh note of jealousy ln his
She looked at him, hurt by his tone.
"Sara knows," she said. "There is
no one else. But you are not to ques
tion her. I demand it of you."
"I will wait for you to tell me," ho
said gently.
(To be Continued)
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sterilized, dad."
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Notice of Appointment'
Estate of Ellsha Beavers, deceased.
Jos, a, ueavers ana tuarey ueavers nave
,cen anpotnted and miallflcd as txecutors
of the estate of Kllshk ueavers, lateotlilgn-
iann uouniy, umo, ueceasea.
Dated tula lUblday ot May A. D. 1914.
adv Probate Judge of said County.
Notice of Appointment.
Estate of Thomas J. Hurley, deceased,
John V. Mann ba been appointed and
qualltled as adminihtrator of me estate of
Thomas J. Hurley, late ol Highland County,
Ohio, deceased.
Dated this 25tb day of June A. D. 191 i,
J. 11 WoitLsr,
Probate Judge of said County
Wilson & McBrlde, Attorni ys adr
Notice of Appointment.
Estate of Elva J. Stanley deceased
Louts A. Stanley has been appointed and
Elva J Stanley, late ot Highland county,
Ohio, deceased.
Dated this 20th day of Junel A. D. 101 f".
J. D. Woiilev,
Probate Judge of said County
Wilson & McBrlde, Attorneys adv
Teachers' Examination.
The Highland county Board of School Ex
miners nerebv plves ictlce that examina
tions of Applicants ot Certificates will take
place ln the Washington school Building.
Hlllsboro, on the first Saturday of every
Patterson examinations will be held on the
third Saturday of April and on the third
Saturday of May.
As prescribed by law, the fee for teachers
examinations will be 60 cents, while, for
Patterson examinations no fee Is charged.
O. A. Trneii, Sinking Spring, Pres.
adv W. H. Varce, Hlllsboro, Vice Pres.
U. B. Qalltett, Lynchburg, Sec.
Notice of Election For Bond Issue.
Notice Is hereby given by the Board of
Education of Hlllsboro Village School Dis
trict, Highland County, Ohio, that there will
be an election held ln said district at the
usual voting places, between the hours 5.30
a m. ami 5:30 p. m., on the ninth day of July,
1914, to consider the question of a bond Issue
In the sum of 120.000, for the ; urpose of build
ing and equipping a separate building on the
Webster grounds and Installing a heating
and ventilating system and sanitary toilets
and lavatory and to providing lor disposal
o sewerage from same and for other neces
sary repairs and equipment for the buildings
and grounds of the school system of Hlllsboro
as provided In section T0& of the General
Code of Ohio.
By order of the Board of Education.
D B. Scott, Clert.
Hlllsboro, Ohio, June g, 1911. adv
Administrator's Sale.
In pursuance of an order of the Common
Pleas court of Highland county. Ohio, i win
Saturday, July 18, 1914,
at 1 o'clock p. m . at the front door of the
Court House in Hlllsboro, Ohio, the following
described real estate situate In the County
of Highland, State of Ohio, and In the Incor
porated Village ot Hlllsboro, to-wit :
Being fifty-nine feet (59 ft) off of the East
Bide of In-lot No. 6, as the same Is known and.
designated on the recorded plat of said town
of Hlllsboro, Ohio, and being the same prem
ises described ln a deed dated May 84, 1900,
from Charles F. Glascock and Kuby Glas
cock to Emily Glascock and recorded in Vol.
104 at page 3 of .the deed records of said
Said real estate Is located on the South
side of East Main Street In said Village, the
street number ot the building erected on said
real estate Is 219.
Appraised at J3000.
Terms of sale : Cash on day of sale.
W. E. Noftsger,
as administrator of Emily Glascock, dee'd.
Geo. L. Qarrett and Wilson & McBrlde,
Attorneys. (tu aav
Mary Jane Schultz was born In In-
, dlana, February 8, 1830, departed thi3
life June 22, 1914, aged 84 jears, 4
months and 14 days.
She was married to Leonard Ater
April 14, 1850. To this union were
born four daughters. One who with
the father have preceded her to the
great beyond. Of the three living,
Mary Ellen, lives near New Boston,
and Martha and Emily live near Elm
ville, their mother's home. Six grand
children are left to mourn her going
gShe became a member of the Church
of the Brethren many years ago.
Services at the Ridge church near
Elmvllle, by Rev. V. B. Wright, of
Sinking Spring ; interment ln the cem
etery near the church.
Headache and Nervousness Cured.
"Chamberlain's Tablets are entitled
, to' all the praise I can give them,"
writes Mrs. Richard Olp, Spencerport,
N. Y. They have cured me of head
ache and nervousness and restored me
to my normal health." For Sale by
All Dealers. adv
June 29, 1914.
Miss Myrtle Murphy and Homer
Pence, of Hlllsboro, spent Sunday with
George Murphy.
Mrs. M. J. uummlngs spent part of
last week with her daughter, Mrs A.
W. Mllburn.
Vera Mllburn and brother, Wendell,
of Belfast, spent Sunday with D. R.
Cummlngs andjattended Children ser
vices at Flsgah.
Gladys Cummlngs is spending a few
days with her cousin, Vera Mllburn.
Mrs. Lem Hunter, A. H. Hull and
son and Button Bhoadesand wife took
dinner with D, R. Glaze,
Mrs. Ernest Glaze and daughter took
dinner with hermother Friday.
Beatrice Glaze, of Hlllsboro, spent
Saturday Lntght with Ed Burnett.
If you have neglected your klflneys,
and suffer from backache, weak back,
headache, rheumatism and distressing
bladder weakness, you will And Foley
Kidney Pills to be the honestly made,
healing and curative medicine you
need to give your health and strength.
They are tonic in action, quick to give
good results. They will help you.
adv GAIU1KTT & Aykks.
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