BP.’i 1 ■
y ®©w.
I ’ ias become a
THii\ I' ' ' subject of gossip.”
j ii ™-" Lieutenant
1 |»3n*~^— Lyons was think-
iM’jT U 1 fW'l big uneasil .V’ as
Ifflf IYi «j /l| he stood and faced
la | / his handsome re-
—• flection in the
mirror.
lie knotted his
tie carefully,
while knitting his brows, and frown
ing as if his reflections were any
thing but pleasant.
“Hang it all!” he thought, “it's
time I was brought to my senses.
Evil tongues work good sometimes.
I've carried this liking for the wife of
a brother officer far enough. The
freedom we enjoy here, has proved a
snare, in my ease. And yet.—con
found their evil thoughts, -in spite of
her fondness for gaiety, she's devoted
to her husband and child, and I’d cut
off my hand sooner than syllable a
word of my feelings to her. I'll get
out of this to-morrow, and send in my
resignation. I’ll take up with that
business offer in San Francisco. 1
don’t belong here. 1 wish 1 had made
up my mind a month ago.’’
He found no difficulty in getting
leave of absence for a few days. He
recalled the overheard gossip, sensi
tively, as he went about his prepara
tions. Lieutenant Palmer had gone
on leave of absence to visit his aged
father in New Hampshire. Lyons,
always on intimate visiting terms at
Mrs. Palmer’s apartments, went there
more than ever, during Palmer’s ab
sence. Flossie was much attached to
him. She was rather weakly, and
was the object of her mother s tender
est solicitude. Every day, Lyons was
to be seen, in the handsomest turnout
he afforded himself, with Mrs. Palmer
and Flossie, out for an airing. Of
course, comment was to be expected,
at the fort, but Lyons was quite un
prepared for the malicious remarks
that met his ear accidentally. He
knew he was no favorite, that the
officers called him foppish, because he
had the means to indulge tastes and
fancies that they were forced to sup
press, and that he was considered a
flirt among the ladies, but all this was
trifling, compared with hearing his
name linked with that of his friend's
wife, in a dishonorable fashion.
He decided to slip away without
good-bye, without even sending a
note. Too many notes had passed the
last few weeks. He knew now that
every movement was watched, that
prying servants had become suspicious
and the consciousness of his own sen
timents, which must be carefully re
pressed, made him more keenly sensi
tive. He would write a frank, open
letter from New York, and offer his
excuses.
But his conscientiously laid scheme
was to be frustrated. He took his
seat in the car, at the last moment.
When the train glided out of the dim
HIS MIND WAS IX A WHIRL.
depot, into the broad sunlight, there
across the aisle, three seat, before
him, sat Mrs. Palmer and Flossie.
Had the Fates conspired to hea l
him off? Mrs. Palmer was bending
over Flossie, anxiously. The next
moment her eyes met his, with a
bright glad look of recognition.
He crossed to her side, in a moment.
“You on the train?" she said, as
she crowded up the boxes and wraps
on the seat opposite her, to make
room for him. “I sent you a note,and
expected you over. The doctor or
dered Flossie away this very day, and
I made no delay. She has been droop
ing dreadfully, with the heat. I have
to take the train from New York to
Equity, N. J. I don’t want to alarm
her father, and spoil his vacation if I
can avoid it.”
“I am going to New York also, in
something of a hurryhe explained.
Had she heard the gossip? Her un
embarrassed manner and clear glance
did not betray such knowledge. How
sweet and true and womanly she
looked, as she bent over Flossie anx
iously. She had lost two darlings,
and Flossie looked dangerously
flushed and feverish. Lyons, watch
ing them, cursed the idle gossip of the
fort, felt resentfully certain that
Palmer did not half appreciate his
wife, called himself an idiot, and
ended by sharing the mother’s anxiety
over his little favorite.
“Won't you take me in your arms?"
Flossie asked, and at his ready com
pliance she laid her head against his
breast contentedly.
He meant to see them aboard the
tram for Equity, and then leave them,
but Flossie seemed worse, and clung
to 1 im so piteously, because, as she
said: “Mamma’s arms were not
strong enough to hold her." that he
felt that he must accompany them to
their destination.
Lieutenant Palmer opening the next
morning's paper, was dlectrifled by
the startling headlines and the sen
sational article, that chronicled the
elopement of Lieutenant Lyons and
Mrs. Palmer!
It came upon him like a thunder
clap. He winced under the minute
circumstantial details, the references
to his own domestic life, the opinion
that he and his wife did not “pull to
gether” very well, the conjectures re
garding his absence, since he had
gone off two weeks ago, and left
Lieutenant Lyons in possession of the
field.
Such spicy breakfast salad loses its
flavor for the parties who are served
up for public delectation. To Palmer,
it was maddening. He could not
reason. His mind was in a whirl.
Falsification never occurred to him,
yet how could the thing be possible?
Her last letter, written in her usual
vein, was but two days old.
He had a deep reticent nature,
while his wife was social, and demon
strative. lie had unbounded faith in
her, and had granted her large free
dom in her male companionship, with
a fearlessness, that seemed to chal
lenge his social world to think ill of
her.
Had he made a mistake? Had
seemed to sometimes neglect her:-
Had she so far forgotten the dignity
of wifehood and motherhood, as to be
come infatuated with Lyons, who was
so much more social and attractive
than himself?
He took the 11 o’clock train for
home. Along the route he fancied he
was regarded curiously. He was the
centre of a widening ripple, which
was fast embracing the whole land in
its circle.
In answer to his rather haughty
questioning, he got information from
the servants, that Mrs. Palmer had
gone away with Flossie very sudden
ly. Their shrugs and significant
glances, humiliated him. He forbore
sensitively to question, except to
make sure at the depot that the pair
had taken the train for New York to
gether. He followed them there.
He haunted the hotels and the Cen
tral depot. He wondered if he should
not kill Lyons. He thought of Flossie
growing up to blush for her mother,
and was glad for the two lying under
the daisies.
By a curious chance he succeeded in
tracing them to the train for Equity.
He found it a slow place, behind the
times, and that the party he was in
search of, were at Mrs. Hickson's four
miles from the station.
He hired a team and driver. Under
cover of a stretch of woodland near
the house, he paid the man, dismissed
him. and walked up to the low-roofed,
rambling, roomy country-house, with
doors and windows wide open.
He stepped over the low. worn front
threshold, into a broad hall. A tableau
met his eyes through an open door on
the right.
Lieutenant Lyons sat by the open
window, with Flossie in his arms.
The mother stood waving a fan gently
before the child's flushed face, and
ominously brilliant eyes, her glance
full of grave and fearful solicitude.
Another woman, and a man with the
air of a doctor, stood near.
Palmer had no time to analyze the
situation. His wife caught sight of
him, and flew to greet him, with a
kiss. “Did you get my second tele
giam?” she questioned. “O, Fred,”
and she burst into tears upon his
shoulder, “I—l—am afraid Flossie is
going like the others. I delayed day
after day to take her away, in spite of
the doctor’s warning."
Feeling rather unreal and shadowy,
Lieutenant Palmer shook hands with
his brother officer, who transferred
Flossie to his arms.
With their hearts throbbing as one,
the three watched the little life flut
tering on the borders of the shadow
land. At the end of twenty-four
hours she was given back to their
arms.
In the intervals, it came out. how
the doctor had recommended Equity,
and also the chance meeting on the
train.
“Wouldn’t I like to sue the entire
press of America for defamation of
character!" exclaimed Lyons wrath
fully, when Palmer showed him the
staring headlines.
“Give gossips no chance hereafter to
say you neglect your wife," Lyons
dared to say, as the two men stood eye
to eye fearlessly, “your wife is most
true and womanly, but she is fasci
nating, and men are—susceptible, and
the world is uncharitable.”
A frank, meaning glance, which
Palmer understood, accompanied the
words. “I am proud to call you my
friend," he said, as he offered his
hand.
Leaving Mrs. Palmer with Flossie,
the two officers went back to the fort
together in a few days. The scandal
mongers were at their wits ends, for
a solution of the matter, but the in
terested parties held their peace.
The press found a new sensation in
denying the elopement.
Newly born domestic peace reigns
in the Palmer household. The hus
band has not forgotten his lesson.
Lyons is living down his infatuation
amid new surroundings.
He Felt Hurt.
A Detroit young man who sang in
a concert not many evenings ago, is
feeling pretty sore over the arrange
ment of the program.
••What’s the matter with you?’'
asked one oi the organizers of the
affair, on hearing a few of his re
marks.
“A good deal,” growled the young
man, “you let that girl that followed
mo sing ‘After the Ball.’ ”
“Well, what's wrong with that?”
The young man champed his bits.
“Do you call my singing a bawl?”
he exclaimed, and almost began a
warlike demonstration.—Detroit Free
Press.
TABERNACLE PULPIT.
SUNDAY’S SERMON PREACHRP
IN SAN FRANCISCO.
The Hand of God >■ in Everythin*—
Pay* Ilia Reapecta to Metin Grip,
Gouge & Co. Hefore Departing On
Ula Trip Around the World.
San Francisco, May 27. —Rev. T.
DeWitt Talmage is now in this city,
whence he will sail next Thursday on
the steamer “Almeda” for Honolulu,
on his trip around the world. He
preached to-day to a large and deeply
interested audience on the subject of
•‘Heavy Weights,” the text being
taken from Psalms 55:22, “Cast thy
burden upon the Lord and he shall
sustain thee.”
David was here taking his own med
icine. If anybody had on him heavy
weights, David had them, and yet out
of his own experience he advises you
and me as to the best way of getting
rid of burdens. This is a world of
burden-bearing. During the past few
days tidings came from across the sea
of a mighty and good man fallen. A
man full of the Holy Ghost was he,
his name the synonym for all that is
good, and kind, and and
benifleent. Word comes to us of a
scourge sweeping off hundreds and
thousands of people, and there is a
burden of sorrow. Sorrow on the sea
and sorrow on the land. Coming into
the house of prayer there may be no
sign of sadness or sorrow, but where
is the man who has not a conflict?
Where is the soul that has not a strug
gle? And there is not a day of all the
year when my text is not gloriously
appropriate, and there is never an
audience assembled on the planet
where the text is not gloriously ap
propriate. “Cast thy burden upon
the Lord, and he shall sustain thee.”
In the far east, wells of water are
so infrequent that when a man owns a
well he has a property of very great
value, and sometimes battles have
been fought for the possession of one
well of water; but there is one well
that every man owns, a deep well, a
perennial well, a well of tears. If a
man has not a burden on this shoulder
he has a burden on the other shoulder.
The day I left home to look after
myself and for myself, in the wagon
my father sat driving, and he said
that day something which has kept
with me all my life: “De Witt, it is
always safe to trust God. I have many
a time come to a crisis of difficulty.
You may know that, having been sick
for fifteen years, it was no easy thing
for me to support a family; but al
ways God came to the rescue. I re
member the time,’’ he said, “when I
didn't know what to do, and I saw a
man on horseback riding up the farm
lane, and he announced to me that I
had been nominated for the most lu
crative office in the gift of the people
of the county; and to that office I was
elected, and God in that way met all
my wants, and 1 tell you it is always
safe to trust him.”
Oh, my friends, what we want is a
practical religion! The religion peo
ple have is so high up you can not
reach it. 1 had a friend who entered
the life of an evangelist. He gave up
a lucrative business in Chicago, and
he and his wife finally came to severe
want. He told me that in the morn
ing at prayers he said: ”0 Lord, thou
knowest we have not a mouthful of
food in the house! Help me, help us!”
And he started out on the street, and
a gentleman met him and said: “I
have been thinking of you for a good
while. You know 1 am a flour mer
chant; if you won’t be offended, I
should like to send you a barrel of
flour.” He cast his burden on the
Lord, and the Lord sustained him.
Now, that is tho kind of religion we
want.
In the Straits of Magellan. I have
been told, there is a place where
whichever way a ship captain points
his ship he finds the wind against him.
and there are men who all their lives
havo been running in the teeth of the
wind, and which way to turn they do
not know. Some of them may be in
this assemblage, and I address them
face to face, not prefunctorily. but as
one brother talks to another brother;
“Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and
he shall sustain thee.”
There are a great many men who
have business burdens. When we see
a man harried and perplexed and an
noyed in business life, we are apt to
say: “He ought not to have attempt
ed to carry so much.” Ah! that man
may not be to blame at all. When a
man plants a business he does not
know what will be its outgrowths,
what will be its roots, what will be
its branches. There is many a man
with keen foresight and large business
faculty who has been flung into thedust
by unforeseen circumstances springing
upon him from ambush. When to
buy, when to sell, when to trust and
to what amount of credit, what will
be the effect of this new invention of
machinery, what will be the effect of
that loss of crop, and a thousand other
questions perplex business men until
the hair is silvered and deep wrinkles
are ploughed in the cheek; and the
stocks go up by mountains and go
down by valleys, and they are at their
wits' ends, and stagger like drunken
men.
There never has been a time when
there have been such rivalries in busi
ness as now. It is hardware against
hardware, books rgamst books, cher.d
lery against chandlery, imported
article against imported article. A
thousand stores in combat with anoth
er thousand stores. Never sue?, ad
vantage of light, never si.ch variety
of assortment, never so mr ch splendor
of show window, never so mr.ch ad
roitness of salesmen, never t*> much
acuteness of advertising, yrid amid all
these severities of rival”' business,
how many men break o \i? Oh, the
burden on the shov’d'' O'. the bur
den the hea.'''l
You hear that > is avarice which
drives these men c-/ business through
the street, and that is the commonly
accepted idea. I do not believe a word
of it. The vast multitude of these
business men are toiling on for others.
To educate their children, to put wing
of protection over their households, to
have something left so when they pass
out of this life their wives and chil
dren will not have to go to the poor
house—that is the way I translate this
energy in the street and store —the
vast majority of that energy. Grip,
Gouge & Co. do not do all the business.
Some of us remember when the Cen
tral America was coming home from
California it was wrecked. President
Arthur’s father-in-law was the heroic
captain of that ship, and went down
with most of the passengers. Some of
them got off into the life-boats, but
there was a young man returning from
California who had a bag of gold in
his hand; and as the last boat shoved
off from the ship that was to go down,
that young man shouted to a comrade
in the boat, “Here, John, catch this
gold; there are three thousand dollars;
take it home to my old mother, it will
make her comfortable in her last
days.” Grip, Gouge & Co. do not do
all the business of the world.
Ah! my friend, do you say that God
does not care anything about your
worldly business? I tell you God
knows more about it than you do. He
knows all your perplexities; he knows
what mortgaged is about to foreclose;
he knows what note you can not pay;
he knows w hat unsaleable goods you
have on your shelves; he knows all
your trials, from the day you took
hold of the first yard-stick down to
that sale of the last yard of ribbon,
and the God who helped David to be
king, and who helped Daniel to be
prime minister, and who helped Have
lock to be a soldier, will help you to
discharge all your duties. He is going
to see you through. When loss comes,
and you find your property going, just
take this book and put it down by
your ledger and read of the eternal
possessions that will come to you
through our Lord Jesus Christ. And
when your business partner betrays
you and your friends turn against you,
just take the insulting letter, put it
down on the table, put your Bible be
side the insulting letter,-and then read
of the friendship of him who “sticketh
closer than a brother.’’
A young accountant in New York
city got his accounts entangled. He
knew he was honest, and yet he could
not make his accounts come out right,
and he toiled at them day and night
until he was nearly frenzied. It
seemed by those books that something
had been misappropriated, and he
knew before God he was honest. The
last day came. He knew if he could
not make his accounts come outright,
he would go into disgrace and go into
banishment from the business estab
lishment He went over there very
early,before there was anybody in the
place, and he knelt down at the desk
and said: “Oh, Lord, thou knowest I
have tried to be honest, but I can not
make these things come out right!
Help me to-day—help me this morn
ing!” The young man arose, and
hardly knowing why he did so, opened
a book that lay on the desk, and there
was a leaf containing a line of figures
which explained everything. In
other words, he cast his burden upon
the Lord, and the Lord sustained him.
Young man, do you hear that?
Oh, yes, God has a sympathy with
anybody that is in any kind of toil!
He knows how heavy is the hold of
bricks that the workman carries up
the ladder on the wall; he hears the
pickaxe of the miner down in the coal
shaft; he knows how strong the tem
pest strikes the sailor at the masthead;
he sees the factory girl among the spin
dles, and knows how her arms ache;
he sees the sewing woman in the
fourth story, and knows how few
pence she gets for making a garment;
and louder than all the din and roar
of the city com.'s the voice of a sym
pathetic God: “Cast thy burden upon
the Lord, and he sha I sustain thee.”
Then there are a gxcat many who
have a weight c£ persecution and
abuse upon them. Sometimes society
gets a grudge against a man. All his
motives are misinterpreted and all his
good deeds are depreciated. With
more virtue than wme of the honored
and applauded, he runs only against
raillery and sharp criticism. When
a man begins to go down, he has not
only the force of natural gravitation,
but a hundred bands to help him in the
precipitation. Men are persecuted for
theirvirtues and their successes. Ger
manicus sa.d he had j.ust as many
bitter antagonists as he bad adorn
ments, The character sometimes is so
lustrous that the wealc eyes of envy
and jealousy can not bear to look
at it
It was their integrity that put
Joseph in the pit, and Daniel in the
den, and Shadrach in the fire, and
sent John the Evangelist to desolate
Patmos, and Calvin to the castle of
persecution, and John Huss to the
stake, and Korah after Moses, and
Saul after David, and lierod after
Christ Be sure if you have anything
to do for church or state, and you
attempt it with all your soul, the
lightning will strike you.
The world always has had a cross
between two thieves for the one who
comes to save it High and holy en
terprise has always been followed by
abuse. The most sublime tragedy of
self-sacrifice has come to burlesque.
The graceful gait of virtue is always
followed by scoff and grimace and
travesty. The sweetest strain of
poetry ever written has come to ridicu
lous parody, and as long as there are
virtue and righteousnees in the world
there will be something for iniquity
to grin at All along the line of the
ages, and in nil lands, the cry
has been: “Not this man, but Barab
oas Now, Barabbas was a robber.”
And what makes the persecutions of
life worse, is that they come from
people whom you have helped, from
those to whom you have loaned money
or have started in business, or whom
you rescued in some great crisis. I
think it has been the history of all
lives —the most acrimonious assault
has come from those whom we have
benefited, whom we have helped, and
that makes it all the harder to bear.
Another burden some have to carry
is the burden ef bereavement. Ahl
these are the troubles that wear us
out. If we lose our property, by ad
ditional industry perhaps we may
bring back the estranged fortune; if
we lose our good name, perhaps by
reformation of morals may achieve
again reputation for integrity; but
who will bring back the dear de
parted?
Then there are many who carry the
burden of sin. Ah, we all carry it un
til in the appointed way that burden
is lifted. We need no Bible to prove
that the whole race is ruined. What
a spectacle it would be if we could
tear off the mask of human defilement,
or beat a drum that would bring up
the whole army of the world's trans
gressions— the deception, the fraud
and the rapine and murder and the
crime of all centuries! Ay, if I could
sound the trumpet of resurrection in
the soul of the best men in this audience
and all the dead sins of the past
should come up, we could not endure
the sight Sin, grim and dire, has put
its clutch upon the immortal soul, and
that clutch will never relax unless un
less it be under the heel of him whe
came to destroy the works of the
devil
Oh, to have a mountain of sin oe
the soul! Is there no way to have the
burden moved? Oh, yes. “Gast thy
burden upon the Lord.” The sinless
one came to take the consequences of
our sin! And 1 know he is in earnest
How do I know it? By the streaming
temples and the streaming hands as
he says, “Come unto me all ye who
are weary and heavy laden, and I will
give you rest.”
Why will prodigals live on swine’s
husks when the robe and the ring and
the father’s welcome are ready? Why
go wandering over the great Sahara
desert of your sin when you are in
vited to the gardens of God,*the trees
of life and the fountains of living
water? Why be houseless and home
less forever when you may become the
sons and daughters of the Lord God
Almighty?
Overheard in the Toy Closet.
“Heigho!” said the Wax Doll,
wearily. “I’m awfully tired. I sat
through two dolls' teas this afternoon,
and then stood on my head in the cor
ner for one mortal hour. I don’t know
which is stupider—tea, or standing on
one’s head.”
“They're both hard work,” said
the Rubber DolL “But think of me.
The baby left me in the bath-tub this
morning, and I was under water for
forty minutes. I never got such a
soaking in my life. I’m afraid I’ve
caught cold. Doesn’t my whistle
sound a little hoarse?”
“It is sort of squeaky,” putin the
Hoople; “but I’d rather be squeaky in
my voice than dizzy. I was going
round and round for an hour and a
half steady this morning; and the
w’orst part of my work is that the
more I attend to my duties the more
the children hit me with a stick.”
“I’m very sorry to have to hit you
said the Stick. “It hurts me just t
much as it does you.”
“I know, my dear,” returned th
Hoople. “You are as gentle with mi
as you can be. I suppose I ought tc
be glad you are not made of hard
wood, like the Bat”
“Yes, indeed, you ought,” cried the
Baseball. “I'm nearly dead being hit
in the head by that old Bat”
“1 miss you as often us I can,” said
the Bat.
“That’s true enough,” said the Ball,
“but 1 think it’s pretty hard on me
just the same. The only pleasure I
get is in stinging Bobbie’s hands when
he catches me. I hit his palms so hard
and hot yesterday he had to drop me.
He thought I was a bee. ”
“Well, isn’t there ever going to be
any rest for us?” asked the Wax DolL
“Seems to. me we ought to have a vaca
tion. ”
Remarkable Driving.
It is generally the easiest thing in
the world to drive a horse w ithout
spirit, but there is one recorded in
stance where a stage coach driver cov
ered himself with glory by doing just
that thing. He was an old-timer, this,
driver, and one afternoon in the days
of long ago he and his coach and four
came rattling up to the tavern door
like an avalanche. As the coach
stopped one of the horses dropped
dead.
“That was a very sudden death,” re
marked a by-stander.
“That sudden!” coolly responded
the driver. ‘‘That’oss died at the
top of the hill, nine miles back, sir;
but I wasn’t going to let him down
till I got to the reg’larstoppin’ place.”
—Harper’s.
Another Feminine Lawyer.
Miss Alice Parker of Boston recently
appeared in behalf of a client before
the Norfolk County (Mass) Superior
court, and has the honor of being the
first woman lawyer thus to serve in
the courts of that county. The deputy
sheriff, who informed her immediately
upon her taking her seat within the
rail that spectators were not admitted
there, the inclosure being reserved for
counsel, retired much crestfallen when
she quietly informed him of her right
to remain with her brothers in the
law. _
British StatlHtlCH.
There was a general falling off in
the customs and excise duties collected
in all the British Australasian colo
nies during the last year with the sole
exception of New Zealand. In New
Zealand the revenue increased ft 82 per
cent In New South Wales it de
creased 19.35 per cent; in Victoria,
17.20 per cen‘<; in South Australia,
10.51 per cent; in Tasmania, 9.74 p?r
cent, and in Queensland, Q 53 per cent
Sincere.
Fiddieback—“After seeing the druse suit
you had on last night. I want to offer you
a piece of ad vic* old man.”
Clubjjerly—“What’s that?”
Fiddieback—“Get a- new roommate.”
The Ladies-
The pleasant effect and perfect safety
with which ladies may use the California
liquid laxative, Syrup of Figs, under all
renditions, makes it their favorite remedy.
To get the true and genuine article, look
for the name of the California Fig Syrup
Co., printed near the bottom of the
package.
Every bird pie ases us with bis lay, es
pecially the hen.
The Magic Touch
OF
Hood’s Sarsaparilla
You smile at the idea. But if you are
a sufferer from
Dyspepsia
And indigestion, try a bottle, and be
fore you have taken half a dozen
doses, you will think, and no doubt
exclaim “That just hits it!” “That
Flood’s Sarsa
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you not more than !!*•». Write us to-day.
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TOURIST TRAVEL
To COLORADO RESORTS
Will set in early this year, and the Croat Rock
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the lovely cool of Colorado’s
HIGH ALTITUDES.
The Track is perfect, and double over important
1 Hvigions. Train Equipment the very best, and a solid
Vestibule:! Train called the 810 FIVE leaves Chicago
daily nt 10 p. m. and arrives second morning at Denver
or Colorado Springe for breakfast.
Anv Coupon Ticket Agent can give you rates, ana
further information will bo cheerfully and quickly re
.ponded to by addressing
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blood is not right, and needs purifying.
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purities and impart new tigor and
Mfr/Arfa 1 if e to the whole system.
“I have used your medicine often for the past
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best general health restorer in the world.’
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