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Leslie was sitting on the wide seat
between his mother and sister.
"Glad to see you back, old man,"
said Booth, reaching in to shake hands
with him. "Day early, aren't you 7
Good afternoon, Mrs. Wrandall. Won't
you come in?"
He looked at Vivian as he gave the
"No, thanks," she replied. "Won't
you come to dinner this evening?"
He hesitated. "I'm not quite sure
whether I can, Vivian. I've got a half'
way sort of "
"Oh, do, old chap," cut in Leslie,
more aj a command than an entreaty.
"Sorry I can't be there myself, but
you'll fare quite as well without me.
I'm dining at Sara's. Wants my pri
vate ear about one thing and another
see what I mean?"
"We shall expect you, Brandon,"
said Mrs. Wrandall, fixing him with
her lorgnette.
"I'll come, thank you," said he.
He felt disgustingly transparent un
der that inquisitive glass.
Wrandall stepped out of the car.
"I'll stop off for a chat with Brandy,
"Shall I send the car back, dear?"
"Never mind. I'll walk down."
The two men turned in at the gate
&b the car sped away.
"Well," said Booth, "it's good to see
you. Pat!" He called through a base
ment window. "Come up and take the
gentleman's order."
"No drink for me, Brandy. I've been
in the temperance state of Maine for
two weeks. One week more of It and
I'd have been completely pickled. I
shall always remember Maine."
Booth sat down on the porch rail,
hooked his toes In the supports and
proceeded to fill his pipe. Then he
struck a match and applied it, Leslie
watching him with moody eyes.
"How do you like the portrait, old
man?" he Inquired between punctu
ating puffs.
"It's bully. Sargent never did any
thing finer. Hipping."
"I owe it all to you, Les."
"To me?"
"You Induced her to sit to me."
"So I did," said Leslie sourly. "I
was Mr. Fix-It sure enough." He al
lowed a short interval to elapse be
fore taking the plunge. "I suppose,
old chap, if I should happen to need
your valuable services as best man
In the near future, you'd not disap
point me?"
Booth eyed him quizzically. "I trust
you're not throwing yourself away,
Les," he said drily. "I mean to say,
on some one well, some one not
quite up to the mark."
Leslie regarded him with some se
verity. "Of course not, old chap.
What the devil put that into your
"I thought that possibly you'd been
making a chump of yourself up in
the Maine woods."
rime i uon't be an ass. What's
the sense pretending you don't know
who she Is?"
, "I suppose it's Hetty Castleton,"
said Booth, puffing away at his pipe.
"Who else?"
"Think she'll have you, old man?"
'asked Booth, after a moment.
"I don't know," replied the other,
a bit dashed. "You might wish me
luck, though."
Booth knocked the burnt tobacco
from the bowl of his pipe. A serious
line appeared between his eyes. Ho
was a fair-minded fellow, without
guile, without a single treacherous
"I can't wish you luck, Les," he
said slowly. "You see I'm I'm in
lore with her myself."
"The devil!" Leslie sat bolt up
right and glared at him. "I might
(have known! And and is she in
love with you?"
"My dear fellow, you reveal con
siderable lack of tact in asking that
"What I want to know Is this," ex
iclalmed Wrandall, very pale but very
"hot: "Is she going to marry you?"
Booth smiled. "I'll be perfectly
'frank with you. She says she won't "
Leslie gulped. "So you've asked
"And she said she wouldn't? She
refused you? Turned you down?" His
little mustache ehot up at the ends
and a Joyous, triumphant laugh broke
from his lips. "Oh, this Is rich! Ha,
ha! Turned you down, eh? Poor old
Brandy! You're my best friend, and
dammit I'm sorry. I mean to say,"
he went on in some embarrassment,
"I'm sorry for you. Of course, you
can hardly expect me to er "
"Certainly not," accepted Booth
amiably. "I quite understand."
"Then, since she's refused you, you
might wish me better luck."
"That would mean giving up hope."
"Hope?" exclaimed Leslie quickly.
"You don't mean to say you'll annoy
her with your "
"No, I shall not annoy her," replied
ila friend, shaking his head.
The Hollow
of Her Hand
Georgia Barr
Author of "Grau stark."
"Well, I should hope not,"
Leslie with a scowl. "Turned
down, eh? Ton my soul!" He ap
peared to be relishing the idea of it.
"Sorry, old chap, but I suppose you
understand jUBt what that means."
Booth's Jips hardened for an In
stant, then relaxed into a queer, al
most pitying smile.
"And you want me to be your best
I man?" he said reflectively.
Leslie arose. His chest seemed to
swell a little; assuredly he was breath
, ing much easier. He assumed an
air of compassion.
I "I shan't insist, old fellow, If you
feel you'd rather not er See what
I mean?" It then occurred to him to
utter a word or two of kindly advice.
"I shouldn't go on moping If I were
you, Brandy. 'Pon my soul, I shouldn't
Take It like a man. I know It hurts,
but Pooh! What's the use aggra
vating the pain by butting against a
stone wall?"
His companion looked out over the
tree tops, his hands in his trousers
pockets, and it must be confessed
that his manner was not that of one
who is oppressed by despair.
"I think I'm taking it like a man,
Les," he said. "I only hope you'll
take it as nicely if she says nay to
vntl "
"Tell Me Tell Me, Now on Your
Soul, Hetty"
An uneasy look leaped into Leslie's
face. He seemed noticeably less cor
pulent about the chest. He wondered
if Booth knew anything about his
initial venture. A auestfon man to
his lips, but he thought quickly and'
held it back. Instead, he glanced at
nis watch.
"I must be off. See you tomorrow,
I hope."
"So long," said Booth, stopping at
the top of the steps while his visitor
skipped down to the gate with a
nimbleness that suggested the forma
tion of a sudden resolve.
Leslie did not waste time in part
ing inanities he strode off briskly in
the direction of home, but not without
a furtive glance out of the tail of his
eye as he disappeared beyond the
hedgerow at the end of Booth's gar
den. That gentleman was standing
where he had left him, and was filling
his pipe once more.
The day was warm, and Leslie was
in a dripping perspiration when he
houfehnV"0 ?,e d,d "?,' enter the
nouse but made his way direct to thn
- .
"Get out the car at once. Brown.'
was his order. I
Three minutes later he was being
driven over the lower road toward
Southlook, taking good care to avoid
Booth's place by the matter of a mile
or more. He was in a fever of hope
and eagerness. It was very plain to
him why she had refused Booth. The
iron was hot. He didn't intend to
lose any time in striking. I
And now we know why he came
6um 10 saras in the m ddle of
sssrisss 2j-s
until the more seductive shnH f
night had fallen, when the moon sat
serene in the seat of the Mighty I
tj ju ,. i
He didn't have to wait long for Het-'
;' " ". lu? " or ner appear-.
"iv;u m uie uoor. ne hart rnvnl 0,1 i"
the thought that the way was nowl
paved with roses. But with her en
trance, he felt his confidence and
COUraen nllnnlno. r.i. u..
explain theruptnesTwiti. wS"X,
proceeded to go about the buBinesB1
1U uuuu.
"I couldn't wait till tonight." he ex
plained .as she came slowly across
the room toward him. She was half
way to him before he awoke to the
fact that he was standing perfectly
still. Then he started forward, some
how impelled to meet her at least
half-way. "You'll forgive me, Hetty,
If I have disturbed you."
"I was not lying down, Mr. Wran
dall,' she said quietly. There was
nothing ominous In the words, but he
experienced a sudden sensation of
cold. "Won't you sit down? Or would
ifjl . grn '
vou rather go out to the terrace?"
"It's much more comfortable here,
If you don't mind. I I suppose you
know what it ie I want to say to you.
"Yes," she interrupted wearily;
"and knowing aa much, Mr. Wrandall,
it would not be fair of me to let
you go on."
"Not fair?" he said, in honest amaze
ment. "But, my dear, I"
"Please, Mr. Wrandall," she ex
claimed, with a pleading little smile
that would have touched the heart of
anyone but Leslie. "Please don't go
on. It Is quite as Impossible now as
It was before. I have not changed."
He could only say, mechanically:
"You haven't?"
"No. I am sorry Jf you have
thought that I might come to"
"Think, for heaven's sake, think
what you are doing!" he cried, feeling
for the edge of the table with a sup
port-seeking hand. "I I had Sara's
word that you wore not "
"Unfortunately Sara cannot speak
for me in a matter of this kind. Thank
you for the honor you would "
"Honor be hanged!" he blurted out,
losing his temper. "I love you! It's
a purely selfish thing with me, and
I'm blowed if I consider It an honor
to be refused by any woman. I "
"Mr. Wrandall!" Bhe cried, fixing
him with her flashing, Indignant eyes.
"You are forgetting yourself." She
was standing very straight and slim
and imperious before him.
He quailed. "I I beg your pardon.
I I"
"There is nothing more to be saffl,"
she went on icily. "Goodby."
"Would you mind telling me wheth
er there Is anyone else?" he asked, as
he turned toward the door.
"Do you really feel that you have
the right to ask that question, Mr
He wet his lips with his tongue.
"Then, there is some one!" he cried,
rapping the table with his knuckles.
He didn't realize till afterward how
vigorously he rapped. "Some con
founded English nobody, 1 suppose."
She smiled, not unkindly. "Thero
is no English nobody, if that answers
your question."
"Then, will you be kind enough to
offer a reason for not giving me a
fair chance in a clear field? I think
it's -due "
"Can't you see how you are dis
tressing me? Must I again go through
that horrid scene in the garden?
Can't you take a plain no for an an
swer?" "Good Lord!" he gasped, and in
those two words he revealed the com
plete overturning of a lifelong esti
mate of himself. It seemed to take
more than his breath away.
"Goodby," she said with finality.
He stared at the door through which
she disappeared, his hopes, his con
ceit, his self-regard trailing after her
with shameless disloyalty to the
standards he had set for them, and
then, with a rather ghastly smile of
sen-commiseration on his lips, he
slipped out of the house, Jumped' into
the motor car, and gave a brief but
explicit command to the chauffeur,
who lost no time in assisting his mas-
Leslie Sat Bolt Upright and Glared at
ter to turn tail in ignominious flight
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employed in laying out certain of her
personal belongings, preparatory to
packing them for departure, when
Sara entered her room
MBS lift
They regarded each other steadily,1. ""e!10' Les" ehe ",d' bending an
lestioningly for a Bhort space o ln1ulrl,nS eye upon him. "Isn't this
m .early for you?"
"Leslie has Just called up to ask
'what the devil' I meant by letting
him make a fool of himself," said
Sara, with a necullar Ilttio twistoH
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Heettynoeered no comment butafter'
Hetty onerea no comment, but after .
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Tand a saddeneT smiT
iidlS," without' emotion.
"If you choose to bo Hettv t shall
not onnose vouV ' ,
Mv nosltlon h-r i f.i.. '
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Sara. I nrnfAr tn irn
-F wm.w uwu 1U H, 1B1DD UUC. n
"ThlB morning I should have held".
a sword over your head." I
"It IB VfirV rtlffloillt for ma tr, rall,o
' ZVXi
'YAH fiVA f.Afl .ahkk. V....
fr In nvnrv npnna nt Vn mnrA Vm JU'
future rests with yourself, my dear."
"It hurts me more than I can tell
to feel that ydu have been hating me
all those montha." I
"It hurts me now."
Hetty walked to the window and
looked out. i
"What are your plana?" Sara in-
quired, after an Interval. I
"I shall seek employment and wait
for you to act," i
"I? You mean?"
"I ohall not run awuy, Sara, Nor do
I intend to reveal myself to the au-
thoritles. I am not morally guilty oi
crime. A year ago I feared the con
sequencos of my deed, but I have
learned much since thon. I was a
stranger in a new world. In England
wo have been led to believe that you
lynch women hero as readily as you
lynch men. I now know better than
that. From you alone I learned my
Greatest lesson. You revealed to me
the true meaning of human kindness.
You shielded mo who should not
Even now-1 bellevo that your first
impulse was a tender one. I shall
not forget It, Sara. ,ou will live to
regret the baser thought that cam6
later on. I have loved you" yes, al
most ad a good dog loves his master.
It is not for me to toll the story of
that night and all these months to
the world. I would not be betraying
myself, but you. You would be called
upon to explain, not I. And you would
be the one to Buffer. When you met
me on the road that nlgjt I was on
my way back to the inn to give my
self Into custody. You have made it
Impossible for me to do so now. My
lips are sealed. It rests with you,
Sara Joined her in the broad win
dow. Thero was a strangely exalted
look in her face. A gilded birdcage
hung suspended in the casement With
out a word, she threw open the win
dow screen. The gay little canary in
the gilded cage cocked his head and
watched her with alert eyes. Then
she reached up and gently removed
the cage from its fastenings. Putting
it down upon the window sill, she
opened the tiny ddor. The bird hopped
about his prison in a state of great
Hetty looked on, fascinated.
At last a yellow streak shot out
through the open door and an instant
later resolved Itself Into the bobbing,
fluttering dicky-bird that had lived
in a cage all its life without an hour
of freedom. For a few seconds it
circled over the tree tops and then
alighted on one of the branches. One
might well have imagined that ho
could hear1 its tiny heart beating with
terror. Its wings were half-raised and
fluttering, its head Jerking from side
to side In wild perturbation. Taking
courage, Master Dicky hopped timo
rously to a nearby twig, and then ven
tured a flight to a tree top nearer tho
window casement. Perched in its top
most branches he cheeped shrilly, as
if there was fear in his little breast.
In silence the two women in the
window watched the agitated" move
ments of the bird. The same thought
was in the mind of each, the same
question, the same Intense wish.
A brown thrush sped through the
air, close by the timid canary. Like
a flash It dropped to the twigs lower,
down, its wings palpitating in violent
"Dicky!" called Sara Wrandall, and
then cheeped between her teeth.
A moment later Dicky was fluttering
about the caves; his circles grew
smaller, his winging less rhythmical,
till at last with a nervous little flutter
he perched on the top of the window
shutter, so near that they might have
reached to him with their hands. He
sat there with bis head cocked to one
"Dicky!" called Sara again. This
time she held out her finger. For some
time he regarded it with indifference,
not to say disfavor. Then he took one
more flight, but much shorter than the
first, bringing up again at the shutter
top. A second later he hopped down
and his little talons gripped Sara's
finger with an earnestness that left
no room for doubt
She lowered her hand until it was
even with the open door of the gilded.
cage. He shot Inside with a whir that
suggested a scramble. With his wings
folded, he sat on his little trapeze
and cheeped. She closed and fastened
the door, and then turned to Hetty.
"My symbol," she said softly.
There were tears In Hetty's eyes.
Leslie did not turn up at his father's
place in the High street that night
until Booth was safely out of the way.
J He spent a dismal evening at the boat
. His father and mother were in the
library when he came home at half-
te?i m dark corner of the
garden he had witnessed Booth's earlv
dePartu - Vivian had gone down to
the gate in the low-lying hedge with
afTertesIIe'sancT ment
Her brother was standing near the
"There's a heavy dew" falling. Ma-
ter" he Bild gruffly. "Shan't I touch
TTin SVl tr tllrt lrlnr1tlnf
His mother came over to him quick-I
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lolIsIv. ..Vfln .,. fV -,',,
" very warm in this room," ald
W11' looWn P m his
b00k' Tney were alwayB doing some-
M" for Leslie's comfort
Wo on Beemed to notice him. Les.
"B ne11 a "HICK a match.
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Wel1 wnat? he- demanded without
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. His sister took a moment for thought.
I "Is Hetty coming to stay with us in
, He 8t00d erect' flrst rubbing hia
ku.ee t0 d,Bldge the dust then his
"No, she isn't coming," he said. He
arew a very long breath the first in
several hours and then expelled it
vocally. "She has refused to marry
Mr. Wrandall turned a leaf In his
book: Jt sounded like the crack of
doom, eo still had the room become.
"Vivian had the forethought, to push
chl" toward her mother, It waa a
in.08t timely act on her part, for Mrs.
wrunaau sat down very. aDruptly ana
very limply.
"She what?" gasped Leslie's
,,.'. . ,,,. ...
Turned mo down cold," Bald Les-
lie briefly,
Mr. Wrandall laid his book on the
table without thinking to put the book
mark in place. Then he arose and
removed his glasses, fumbling for tho
"She she what?" ho demanded.
"Sacked me," replied his son.
"PleaBe do not Jest with me, Lea
lie," Bald his mother, trying to smile.
"He isn't Joking, mother," said Viv
ian, with a shrug of her flno shoulders,
"He he must be," cried Mrs. Wran
dall impatiently. "What did she really
lay, Leslie?"
"Tho only thing I remember was
'goodby " said he, and then blew his
nose violently.
"Poor old Les!" said Vivian, with
real feeling.
"It was Sara Gooch's doing!" ex
claimed Mrs. Wrandall, getting her
breath at last
"Nonsense," said Mr. Wrandall,
picking up. his book once moro and
turning to tho place where tho book
mark lay, after which he proceeded to
re-read four or five pages before dis
covering his error.
No one apoke for a matter of five
minutes or more. Then Mrs. Wran
dall got up, went over to the library
table and closed with a snap the bulky
blue book with the limp leather cover,
saying as she held it up to let him
Bee that it was the privately printed
history of the Murgatroyd family:
"It came by post this evening from
London. She is merely a fourth cousin,
my eon."
He looked up with a gleam of in
terest in his eye.
(To be Continued)
July 13, 1914.
Wesley Hunter and family spent
Saturday and Sunday with Robert
Fads and family.
Ruth, Mary, Ruby and Anna Custer
sperit Sunday with Clara and Vercia
Olrlc Vance and family, of Spring
field, 111., are visiting at the horre of
James Leinlnger and family.
Mrs. Newton Whlsler and children
called on Mrs. Jacob Saunders Sunday
Victor and Bess McNlel. of Hills
boro, spent Sunday with Lecta Tan
Wm. Sonner spent Saturday in
"Doan's Ointment cured me of ec
zema that had annoyed mejfor a lc:g
time. The result waslastlng." lion.
S. W. Matthews, Commissioner, Labor
Statistics, Augusta, Me. adv ""
July 13, 1014.
Mrs. A. H.IBeam, of Hillsboro, was
the guest of her parents, M. A. Gar
rett and wife, last week.
Mrs. William Allen is visiting her
sister, Mrs. Evallne McCoy.
Mrs. Albert Fling Jr. was In Hills
boro last week.
Mrs. Henry Spargur spent Tuesday
with her sister, ,Mrs. Richards, near
Carlisle Springs'
T. B. Cunningham and family mo
tored to Chllllcothe last Sunday a d
spent the day.
Robert West and wife entertained
with a six o'clock dinner Thursday for
his, sister, Mrs. Spargur, and other
Llle Smith was the guest of friends
here Sunday.
Mrs. Charles f Ashmore and son,
Frank, were in this locality Sunday.
Miss Amelia Richards was In Hills
boro Friday.
July 13, 1914
Miss Myrta Denham, of Highland,
nta few days last week with her
The farmers have their wheat
threshed. It was of fine quality and
a good yield.
T. L', Mercer had a valuable horse
to break through a culvert last Thurs
day evening. It was severely hurt,
th,B veterinarian taking several
stitches in the trash on its forn W.
chs .,.,.
norse one aay last week and badly
O. W. Cotterlll and wife and sons,
Donald and William, Miss Mary Red
key, Prof. E. A. Martin and Burch
Hott and wife and sons, Paul and
Donald, were guests of A. O. Fling and
wife, one day last weelr.
A. O. Fling and wife spent Sunday
with H. H. Redkey and family, at
Sugartree Ridge.
Quite a number from here attended
the Ice cream supper at Bethel Satur
day night.
James Trout and wife, of Berry villa,
visited at the home of Charles Igo,
M, A. Garrett, of Belfast, passed
through here last Sunday to visit at
the home of Wm. Hetherlngton, at
Miller's Chapel.
St. Louis in 1014 will pay $10,817,508.
02 for city government.
Notice of Appointment.
Estate of Thomas J. Hurley, deceased.
John W. Vlatltl ban tifin annn1nt1 ttA
'qualified as administrator, of the estate of
Thomas J. Hurley, late oi itiBbiand county.
Ohio, deceased.
Dated this 25th day of June A. D. IBU.
Probate Judge of Bald County.
Wilson &McDrlde, Attorneys. dv
Notice of Appointment.
Estate of Elva J. Stanley deceased
Louis A Stanlcv hai been appointed and
qualified as administrator of the estate of
Klva J Stanley, late ot Highland County,
Ohio, deceased.
Dated this 20th day of JuneA, D. I9H.
J. D. WOftLBT,
Probate Judge of said County.
Wilson AMcUrlde, Attorneys adv
Teachers' Examination.
The Highland countv Hoard of School Ex
aminers hereby elves -.ctlce that examina
tions of Applicants of Certificates will take
Elace In the Washington School Building,
lllsboro, on the flrst Saturday of eviry
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. Temkb, Sinking Spring. Pres.
adv W. H. Vance, Hillsboro, Vice Pre.
H. B. QALLiKTT, Lynchburg-, Sec.
Administrator's Sale.
In pursuance of an order of the Common
Pleas court of Highland Countv, Ohio, I will
V.UC iui iaic tt yuuuc auction, on
Saturday, July 18, 1914,
at 1 o'clock p. m , at the front door of the
Court Uouse in Hillsboro, Ohio, the following
df8.?rlb.f a real estate situate In the County
of Highland, state of Ohio, and In the Incor
porated Village ot Hillsboro,- to-wit :
Being flfty-nlne feet (59 ft.) off of the East
side of In-lot No. &. as the same 1b known ana
designated on the recorded plat of said town
of Hillsboro, Ohio, ana being the same prem
ises described In a deed dated May 247 1900.
trom Charles P.- Glascock and Ruby Glas-
" - uuiuj uiaotutn. duu rccoraea in vol.
104 at page 8 of the deed records of said
( ounty.
Said, real estate is located on the South
side of East Main Street In said Village, the
street number of the building erected on said
real estate Is 219.
Appraised at 3000.
Terms of sale : Cash on day of sale.
W. E. NorrsoEii.
as administrator of Emily Glascock, dee'd.
Geo. L. Garrett and Wilson & McBride.
Attorneys. st) adv
There Is a reaper whose name is death,
And with his sickle keen,
oHe reaped the bearded grain at a breath
And the flowers that grow between. '
In this beautiful Junetide, when al5
nature is proclaiming with loud voice
the announcement of the unfolding
and springing forth of a freshness and
newness of life, while the earth is Just
awakening from a seeming stupor and
beginning to put on a much greener
verdure, while the birds sing most
sweetly and while everything about
us seems Indicative of vigor and life,
we are caused to pause and note the
truth, that, "In the midst of life we
are In death."
Ivy Stultz, daughter of Calvin and
Anne Stultz, was born April 28, 1883,
and died June 20, 1014, aged 31 years,
1 month and 22 days. She was the
ol'dest of a family of five chlldred,
three sons and two daughters.
January 6, 1013, she was united in
marriage to Chas. Drlskell. Rich and
sacred will be the memories of this
hand-in-hand and heart-to-heart jour
ney through life, be to the bereft
companion as he journeys on sad and
During the ministry of Rev. Jack
son she united with tho Christian
church at Harwood at the age of lt
years, and has ever been a true and
faithful Christian. She leaves to
mourn her loss", husband, father and
mother, one sister and three brothers,
besides a host of relatives and friends.
To us the sun has gone down while
it is yet day, even at the noontide, yet
her life was full and complete because
of her service. Ivy's hands are qui ec
now for the flrst time in years, and
the tired one has entered into rest,
nevermore to labor for; "they rest
from their labors" and "this rest shall
be glorious." She was patient in all
ner suffering which was Intense. She
was hopeful of recovery until the last,
when she calmly slept her lire away
In the arms of her blessed Master.
Dear friends let us sorrow not as those
without hope.but let us strive to mee,
her in that home above.
Funeral services were conducted at
the Rarwood Christian church by
Rev. Hoggatt, after which the re
mains were laid to rest in the Har
wood cemetery.
I wish to thank the neighbors and
friends for their kindness during the
sickness and death of my wife.
Chas. Dkiskell.
If Kidney and Bladder Bother Then
Foley Kidney Pills.
Overworked kidneys will break dow n
if not helped. When they can no
longer protect the blood and the body
from the poisons that come to them,
then look out for Brlght's disease, se
rious kidney trouble and bladder
annoyances. Foley Kidney Pills are
yoar best protection, your best medi
cine for weak, sore, overworked kidney
and bladder weaknesses. adv
Gabkett & Ayrks.
"Some beneficial results have beep
attained by sufferers from some dis
eases by spending several hours a day
in air saturated with radium emana
tions that a sanatorium for giving
such treatment has been established
In Vienna.
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