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CHAPTER III!—CONTINUED.
Dr. Morton looked up anxiously as
Stanton entered his office a little later.
His face was deathly pale. Without
noticing the physician's extended hand,
he asked:
"Do you recall my uncle's death?"
There was but one construction
which a physician could place upon
such a combination of incidents, and
he replied, in a soothing tone:
"Certainly, Mr. Stanton, ccrtainly.
Be seated, sir. It was a trouble which
is unmanageable only in advancing
years. It was—"
"Do you remember the night and
all the incidents?" Stanton interrupt
ed.
"Why, yes, yes. It was the night of
the storm and the fire. I remember,
certainly."
"And the moment of his death?"
Stanton asked, hurriedly.
"I don't know—let me see. There was
the stroke of apoplexy, and later the
heart failure—"
"The storm—" Stanton began.
"Was only an incident, Mr. Stanton.
Matters had simply reached a crisis
and waited an, excuse. Had the heart
trouble been taken in time—"
"You are sure that the death was not
from the apoplexy?"
"Positively. In spite of thousands of
reports to the contrary, it is a law that
never has been and never will be vio
lated that a man cannot die of simple
apoplexy in less than 48 hours after
the shock."
"Then the immediate cause of his
death was—"
"Heart failure, Mr. Stanton. Noth
ing else. It was simply the crash of
those falling walls. Up to that mo
ment he was improving. It made even
our strong hearts stop for an instant.
Have you noticed anything in your
self making you fear inherited tenden
cies?"
"Nothing whatever. You must ex
cuse me. I am in haste," Stanton re
plied.
"Your face was very pale when you
came in. Now it is painfully flushed.
You should keep an eye on the action
of your heart, and—"
"I will bear it in mind," Stanton re
plied as he left the office.
He stopped next at Mr. Borden's, but
the clergyman was away, and there was
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time to lose. He hurried on to Judge
Russell's.
"Hello, Stanton," the forgiving old
man exclaimed. "It's years since you've
honored us with asocial call. Come out
in the sitting-room. The wife's there
by an open fire."
"Not to-night, judge," Stanton said,
with something almost a sigh. "I'm out
of hours, but must consult you pro
fessionally. It's about the date of my
uncle's death."
"Why, goodness, man, I don't remem
ber exactly, this minute. I have it at
the office, and can give it to you the first
thing in the morning. Or send over and
get the date of the will. He died the
same night, you know."
"I have the date of the will. What I
want is what you personally remem
ber."
"H'm. "Well, I remember the storm
and the. lire, that night. My Kuth was
very sick, and the wife was with her
when you cainc for me, and I went with
you without so much as telling her, not
thinking I'd be gone a half hour but
it was after 12 before I left your house.
I left suddenly when those walls fell in.
The fire was near us, and I knew the
wife would be frightened. Why, I didn't
even know of your uncle's death till the
next morning. But, if the date of the
will and the storm and the fire are not
enough, look up the death certificate.
My memory wouldn't help anything."
"The date on the death certificate is
the same as the will—December 5,18S2,"
Stanton replied.
"Well," the judge muttered. "And—
Stanton! For Heaven's sake! That
was ten years ago to-night! Oh, Stan
ton, are you crazy?"
"I think not," said Stanton.
"You are! You are!" cried the judge.
"Do you know that some one else will
claim the properly?"
"The papers were served to-day."
"Do you know who the claimant is?"
"I met him once a year ago," said
Stanton. The judge was too excited to
see the muscles of his face contract.
"Met him once, did you?" the judge
almost shouted, with a sneer. "Met him
the time he walked away with your
wife, did you? Well, sit down, young
man, and keep quiet. I have something
to say to you. I'm pledged to your uncle
never to speak, but I will. You deserve
it. Your uncle and your mother were
turned out of their home when your
mother was only a child to make room
for a daughter born to their stepmoth
er. They never saw their father again,
or their half-sister, but years after
wards a fellow named Raymond—the
father of the one you met—settled
down on John Olmstead, calling himself
his brother-in-law, loafing on him, liv
ing on him, cheating him, even forging
his name time and again. Why, for the
last ten years of his life John Olmstead
couldn't be forced to repeat the name
of Raymond. But this son, by some ras
cality, got hold of some papers that
were frauds from the beginning, only
there was no way to prove them so ex
cept by bringing into court the life his
tory of your uncle's wife, and he would
never hear of that for a moment. He
let them bleed him instead.
"Now your uncle loved you and did
everything in his power for you. He
wanted you to marry, and he had aright
to. It was common sense, and it wasn't
common sense for you to stick it out
this way. When he died he left you
everything, on the one condition that
you would marry within ten years.
No man could have been left freer to
take his time and make his choice. He
left this Raymond ten thousand if he'd
give up those papers and sign off his
claim. But he wouldn't take it. He was
playing for the whole. No one else
thought you'd be such an eternal fool
as to stand out for ten years against
your uncle's wishes, your friends and
common sense.
"He kept his eye on you, and when
you did almost blunder into marrying
he deliberately walked off with your
wife. He didn't wast the woman. Oh,
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no. Lombard tninks he already had an
other wife, out west. A't all events, be
fore she'll been out there long she wrote
back that she'd made a terrible discov
ery and was coming home at once. She
never reached home. Young Raymond
was not with her when she started, but
his father followed her. She died, sud
denly, on the way. No one found out
what it was that she discovered, but
Lombard satisfied himself that she was
murdered, and that it was the old Ray
mond who did it. He disappeared, and
nothing could be found of him till it was
told that he died, a year or more ago, in
Jalifornia.
"Now the son comes up for his re
ward, arid you have paid it."
With a savage grunt Judge Russell
rose, stuffed his hands deep into his
pockets, and stood glaring at John Olm
stead's nephew.
Slowly Stanton rose, too, and, speak
ing deliberately, replied:
"You knew that I was ignorant of
this, but you expectcd me to follow a
course, because you saw the reason lor
it. If I had known, before, what you
have kindly told me now, I might have
done very differently. I am accustomed
to weigh important questions for my
self and to act upon my own judgment,
not on the judgment of others and if
you would find the real cause for this
property's going into the wrong hands,
look for it in the obnoxious persistency
of those who attempted to drive me into
marriage when the only rational
ground which they could urge or I
could see was the securing to myself of
John Olmstead's millions. It was not
a way that it pleased me to make a for
tune. And now, Judge Russell, if we
have each of us spoken plainly enough
to be understood, I am anxious to re
vert to my original question: Can you
recall any further minute detail con
cerning my uncle's death?"
"No, I cannot," replied Judge Rus
sell. "And it would not make a whit of
"StantonI By all that's great," Judge
Russell cried.
difference if I could. It was on the
night of the 5th of December, 1SS2.
There's proof of it which no testimony
could shake. The law is against you,
and it's your own fault."
"I came on a question of facts, not of
law," Stanton remarked, calmly. "How
do you know that my uncle was alive
when you left the room?"
"I heard him speak while your man
Sam was writing his name. I remember
looking back to see if he was calling
me."
"It may seem strange to you, Judge
Russell, but the incidents of that night
were painfully impressed upon my
mind. I remember that you looked at
your watch at about that time. Do you
recall it?"
"Certainly. It was just as I was hand
ing Sam the pen. I remember it well
for the shock it gave me to find that it
was so late. It was precisely 12
o'clock."
"You are sure of it?**
"Of course. I even remember, now,
wondering if something was not wrong
with my watch, and that the clock be
gan striking while I was looking. With
the first stroke Sam jumped. He was
taking the pen, and between us it fell
on the paper. You'll find the blot it
made right over the name of the first
witness. Look, and you'll see that 1
have a good memory."
"You are correct about it, sir and It
stands this way Stanton said, speak
ing slowly. "While you were handing!
Sam the pen you know that the clock
and your watch agreed that it was 12.
Later, while Sam was writing, you are
confident that you heard my uncle
speak—"
"Stanton! By all that's great! It
was the sixth of December when he
died!" Judge Russell cried.
"I thought that your memory could
shake the evidence," Stanton replied.
"Oh, Stanton, make the most of it.
You've a chance yet," said the judge,
grasping his hand.
"The time is short," said Stanton.
"I'm going by myself to think it over.
Only one thing I can say to you, Judge
Russell I would rather not live to hear
the clock strike 12 to-morrow night
than fail to foil the plans of Richard
Raymond."
CHAPTER IV.
Tuesday, December C, 1892, the morn
ing edition of the New York Herald con
tained 16 pages, which is 15 more than
the average mind can benefit by at
tempting to absorb, of any daily news
paper.
In an obscure column, under the head
line "Personal." there appeared, among
others, this advertisement: "A young
man wants a wife. Must marry Tues
day. Answer before noon. Malcolm.
Herald. Uptown."
A messenger boy waited to receive the
replies, find the applicants, and direct
them to call in person at the office of
Robert Stanton, legal representative of
this indefinite Malcolm.
It seemed well arranged and promis
ing, and as Stanton entered his office
that morning, after an unsatisfactory
night at a hotel, a smile of sad satisfac
tion lifted his upper lip from the tips
of his excellent teeth.
He touched the bell, and his office boy
not over-bright, appeared at the inner
door connecting the private room with
the main office. There was another
door, marked "Private," leading from
the inner office directly into the hall.
"Some women may call to see a Mr.
Malcolm," he said. "I represent his in
terests. You are to show them in one
at a time, in the order of their coming.
When I have done with one I will ring.
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Don't let another com* In till you heat
the bell. See?"
Not a muscle seemed to move in the
blank, stupid face, as the boy muttered:
"Yesser" and closed t.he door. Then,
however, a great grin instantly divided
his face and his eyes opened almost too
wide for his head to hold them. He
dropped into his chair, and, clutching
the office copy of the morning Herald,
he quickly hunted'up and read again a
little two-line advertisement: "A
young man wants a wife. Must murry
Tuesday. Answer before noon."
"Gee whiz!" he muttered. "A wed
din' in de family. An' ter-day's Tues
day, or I'm a sinner. Hi! but here's
No. 1. Cracky, she's a corker. He
struck it rich, sure 'nough."
Instantly he pulled every atom ol
expression out of his face. Approach
ing a woman hesitating in the open
door, he said:
"Good mornin', 'um. Lookin' fur de
Mr. Malcolm as adetised in de morn
in* Herald, um? Right dis way, um.
He's a-waitin' right in here."
He opened the door of the privata
office. The lady timidly entered. He
closed the door again, and with a
broad grin retreated to his chair to
wait for the next and listen for the
bell.
Inside, the two faced each other for
a moment in bewildered silence.
Each naturally looked for something
of a wolf at the opposite end of such an
advertisement, and each was naturally
perplexed at the excellently adjusted
sheep's clothing.
Stanton was the poorest possible
judge of a woman if she was out of the
witness stand, and he was too thor
oughly bewildered to be half so good
a judge as usual. He saw a face the
like of which it seemed to him that he
had never seen before, with keen, quick
eyes, lips curving scornfully, yet al
most ready to laugh, and something
about it which frightened him.
He was so thoroughly bewildered
that when the woman recovered suffi
ciently to remark: "This is Mr. Mal
colm, I believe?" Stanton hesitatod,
hung his head, and, looking at the floor,
replied:
"Why, j-es—or, rather, no, not ex
aetly."
It was an excellent reply.
"Oh, indeed! I didn't suppose that
j'ou were exactly Mr. Malcolm," she
exclaimed, with a pointed twist to-"ex
actly." "But you are the one who
wrote the- advertisement, exactly,
aren't you?"
"Why—yes, madam, I did write it,'
he replied, with marked accent on the
"write."
Her eyes sparkled, ner head was
thrown back. Her lips fere surely
laughing, but the curve cf scorn was
better defined, too, and made him de
test himself without in the least real
izing why.
With an excellent imitation of his
"write" she said:
"It doesn't matter, after all, sir, who
did the writing. You are the man who
thinks that lie wants a wife, I'm sure."
The tips of Stanton's teeth appeared
under his mustache as he replied:
"I am."
It was not even a professional smile,
but very like the smile of a schoolboy
who is about to be flogged and is try
ing to keep back the tears as long as
possible.
"You seem to me to be ashamed of it,"
she said.
"A little. Yes."
"Do you wish that you hadn't adver
tised?"
"On some accounts I begin to."
"Do you want to take it back?"
"Not exactly."
"You do really want a wife, then?"
"Yes."
"Is it a question with you of home or
of money?"
"Money."
"Are you looking for a rich wife'."*
"No. The poorer she is the better."
This was the first redeeming fea
ture that Stanton had been able to
bring out, and he did it so vigorously
that the lady hesitated an instant. He
took advantage of the pause to reverse
the order of exercises, relieving himself
of the disagreeable task of answering
questions by asking them himself.
"I presume, madam, that j'ou called
in response to the advertisement?"
"I called to see you concerning it,
yes."
"You are looking for a husband?"
"I was more looking for the man who
thought he wanted a wife."
"Are you prepared to marry at once?"
"Oh, dear! that depends."
"Upon what, madam?"
"Why, the man, of course."
"Do you want money?"
"Oh, no, indeed. I could easily sup
port a husband."
"A protector?"
"Not a bit."
"An adviser?"
"If I did, surely I knot/ better than
to marry a lawyer."
"Ever married before?"
"No, sir."
"Been deserted, betrayed, anything
of that—"
"Never."
Stanton changed the subject.
"Want to be sure of having 'Mrs.* on
your tombstone?"
"Not unless I've given it a good trial
first on my visiting cards."
"I don't believe that you really want
a husband at all."
This was a mistake. Stanton saw it
in an instant but it was too late, for the
lady had seen it, too, and taken advan
tage of it.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
The Alternative.
The responsibility of taking human
life under an}- circumstances is tre
mendous. Justifiable as it may be to
kill in self-defense, we cannot but ad
mire the wonderful self-control of an
Armenian who preferred to die rather
than live with blood upon his hands.
It was during the horrible massacres
in Armenia. A native, says Rev. George
H. Hepworth, was employed in one of
the railroad stations. He was standing
on the platform when the mob ap
proached. A Turk, who knew the man
to be a faithful servant, handed him a
pistol, saying: "It is an outrage. Take
this and defend yourself. It is good
for six of the rascals." The Armenian
took the weapon, hesitated for a mo
ment, tlien banded it back with a groan.
"I can't do it," he said. "I had rather
die than commit murder." In less than
ten minutes he was a bruised and bleed«
ing corpse, and the fiends had started
on the track of another victim.—
Youth's Companion.
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A LITTLE NONSENSE.
MAh,
parson, I want to take my gold
with me," said a dying deacon to his
pastor. "It might melt," was the con
soling reply.—Ohio State Journal.
A woman whose pastor asked after
her health replied, dolefully: "I feel
well, but I always feel bad when I feel
well, because I know I'm going to feel
worse afterward."—Boston Christian
Register.
"I'll not allow you to dictate to me!"
cried the angry ex-typewTiter. "No,"
replied her husband, wearily. "I sup
pose I relinquished that right when
I married you."—Philadelphia North
American.
Affable Country Doctor (to former
patient) "And how are you, Mrs.
Miggs? By the way, your son got into
some sort of trouble a little while ago.
I hope he got out of it all right." Mrs.
Miggs—" 'E were 'ung."—Phil May's
Winter Annual.
"Mamma," said little Bessie, just aftei
attending services at church, "arc peo
ple who sit in the middle aisles wickeder
tban those at the side?" "Certainly
not, dear. Why?" "Because the
preacher preached only to them."—
Cleveland Leader.
Biggs—"What was the amount of
your doctor's bill Riggs—"Two hun
dred dollars." Biggs—"Two hundred
dollars! That's too much." Riggs—
"But he saved my life, you know."
Biggs—"Yes, I know but $200, man,
that's too much."-jjj:J)etr6it Journal.
Husband—"What's this, dear? It
looks like a section of corrugated grind
stone." Wife—"That, John, is some
thing you've been longing for ever
since we were married. I visited the
old homestead to-day, and on an out
of-the-way shelf of the buttery I found
this morceau. It's a pie your mother
made, John. Try it, love. It's of the
vintage of '82."—Boston Courier.
A WRONG IMPRESSION.
He Heard Sterna Thrashing Outllt
and ThoaRlit It Wa a Truln
Coming for Htm.
"I don't believe in the theory that
one's hair qan turn white from fright,
and I'll tell you why," said the man who
constantly travels about. "Last fall
business called me to a small town in
the northern part of the state. I found
when I arrived there that the party I
wanted tosee lived not far from the rail
way station, and that the best way to
reach him was to walk down the rail
way grade so I started down the track
with the expectation of seeing my man,
finishing my business that I had with
him and catching the next train home.
"I had not gone far when I came to a
long railroad bridge over a river, and
very foolishly I started across without
looking to see if there was any danger
of a train coming along. When I had
reached the middle of the bridge I was
startled to hear a loud blast from a
whistle at my back. I shall never, as
long as I live, forget what happened
the next few minutes. I knew from the
sound that the train was almost upon
me, and without losing a moment by
looking back I started as fast as I
could for the opposite side pray
ing that I might reach it in safety.
Three times I fell between the ties
to the damage of my clothes and skin,
but I picked myself up and dashed on,
expecting that the next moment would
be my last. I felt my breath and
strength giving out as I neared the end,
but nerving myself for a supreme ef
fort I reached the end, and then giving
up I rolled off the grade and lay gasp
ing and panting in a ditch of water,
silently thanking my Maker for my
safety.
"Finaly it dawned upon me that it
was time that the train was passing.
I got up and looked down the track.
No train was in sight. I rubbed my
eyes and looked again with the same
result. Then I heard the whistle again,
and the mystery was explained and I
sat down on the end of a tie and said
things that I haven't been sorry for
since.
"The whistle I heard had come from
a steam thrashing outfit that was in a
wheat field near-by. As my hair didn't
turn white I am inclined to think that
there is nothing that can turn it white
except old age."—Detroit Free Press.
TWO QUEER WOUNDS.
Sustained by American Soldier* from
Spanish llullets at the Battle
of San Jaan.
"My messmate, the surgeon, toid
me of two queer wounds," said the re
turned Cuban campaigner, "and if I
did not know him to be a truthful man
who had seen the wounds with his own
eyes, I would not believe the story.
He said late in the afternoon of the
day the liill was stormed a man came
up to the hospital tent and said: 'Doc
tor, I am shot through the neck.' The
doctor supposed a glancing shot had
left its mark on the side of the neck,
but he told the man to take off the
bandage in which it was bound, think
ing he would see if the wound was
clean. To his utter astonishment he
found the man had b^pn shot, the bul
let passing through the neck from
side to side. He said he could hardly
believe his eyes, and several other
surgeons were called to look at the
wound, but it was there without ques
tion, and the man alive and not bleed
ing to death. The wound was dressed
and the man made to lie down. Next
morning the wounded man asked leave
to go back to the firing line, saying
he 'felt fine and wanted another crack
at the Dagoes.' He was kept in the
tent another day and finally was al
lowed to join his company, and is so
far as I know alive to-day. The sur
geon told me a bullet could not pass
through a man's neck in that way
without killing him once in 10,000
times, and had he not seen the man he
would hardly credit the story being
true.
"The other wound was equally odd.
A man was brought into the hospital
who, while in a stooping position, had
been shot in the back by a sharpshoot
er, the bullet entering the back be
tween the shoulder blades and com
ing out into the man's mouth, knock
ing out two of his front teeth. The
man carried in his hand the teeth and
bullet when he arrived at the hospital.
He did not die, strange to relate. The
bullet had sufficient force to pass into
the throat, up and out into the mouth
and knock out the teeth and did not
injure the throat badly. That wounQ
was a marvel."—Cincinnati Enquirer.
CURRENT TOPICS.
An American woman's club has been
organized in Porto Rico.
Greece expects to come out with a
treasury surplus next year.
Physicians in South Framingham
agreed on a schedule of rates.
New Zealand's export of gold waa
$2,000,000 greater in 1899 than in 1893.
New York city owes $350,000,000 and
has taxables amounting to $3,500,000,
000.
Hamburg added forty new steamers
to its fleet last year it now numbers
436.
The total paid for college education
in this country is about $100,000,000
annually. 1
Winter suspends the activity of cer
tain microbes, but doea not destroy
their lives.
President Kruger's ultimatum is the
first that has ever beeu received by
Great Britain.
In the Chino-Japanese war all the
Japanese soldiers were supplied with
binocular glasses.
For many years the income of John
Ruskin from his literary work was
$30,000 annually.
Out of 1,548,654 votes polled in the
recent election in Mexico, only 92,172
were against Diaz.
The war in South Africa is said to
have ruined the diamond trade for a
long time to come.
France makes nearly 26,000,000 pairs
of gloves yearly, and of these 18,000,
000 pairs are exported.
The Lancet says the climate of
Egypt may, without exaggeration, bo
described as magnificent.
The president of Switzerland only
gets $2,700 per year, and the law for
bids him to succeed himself.
Thirty years ago there were only
about 25 explosive compounds known.
Now there are more than 1,100.
Like nearly all Natal rivers, the Tu
gela is not navigable, unci a bar of
sand stretches across its mouth.
Gen. Theodore Selnvan, who is dis
tinguishing himself in the Philippines,
enlisted as a private soldier in 1857.
The yearly loss in value of gold coins
by wear and tear while in circulation
1
amounts to about $2,000 in every $5,- I
000,000.
Max O'Rell, the French author, says
that he has never seen an American
woman who could be considered real
ly ugly.
Since the war of 1894 the popula
tion of Shanghai has grown from 400,
000 to 700,000. The attraction lies in
the many new industrial establish
ments.
Gen. Joubert, by way of being a
huomrist, complains that the English
countermanded an order to attack his
troops without notifying him, and
thereby deprived him of a whole
night's sleep.
The Boer is no mean fisherman. Giv
en a pipe and a goodly supply of his
favorite weed he will sit for hours
angling. Very fine sport, indeed, may
be had in any of the streams north
of the Orange river.
Of every 103 shots which strike some
soldier 43 will lodge in the legs, 33
shots will lodge in the arms, 22 strike
between the neck and the waist, one
in the neck and 11 shots some part
of the soldiers' heads.
In killing game the Boers use a bul
let of which the lead point is exposed
so that it "mushrooms" when it strikes.
On entering the bullet expands and
tears an ugly hole. If it strikes side
wise the effect is horrible.
The Cathedral of St. John, in course
of erection on Morningside Heights,
in New York, will be the largest eccles
iastical edifice in the United States. It
will be 520 feet long and 295 feet
across at the widest point.
A new method of preserving tele
graph poles is to surround the por
tion in the ground with an earthen
ware pipe like the drain pipe. Into
the space betweeen the pole and the
/pipe is poured a mixture of sand and
resin.
Frederick Stearns, of Detroit, who
presented the University of Michigan
a year ago with one of the finest col
lections of musical instruments in ex
istence, has added a collection of mu
sical scores and compositions of the
old and modern masters.
Ann Ruth Seneca, an. Indian prin
cess, is studying medicine at the Med
ical Chirutgical hospital, in Philadel
phia. She took a classic course in the
Carlisle Indian school, where she de
veloped her love for nursing the sick.
Two of her brothers were on the Car
lisle football team.
Some people enjoy any weather but the
kind prevailing.—Chicago Dispatch.
~Whipple-ACEP WOIWEH.
Two Letters
from Women Helped Through
the Change of Life by Ljdla E. Pink
ham's Vegetable Compound*
Dear Mbs.Pijtkham When I first
wrote to you I was in a very bad con
dition. I was passing through the
change of life, and the doctors said I
had bladder and liver trouble. I had
suffered for nine years. Doctors failed
to do me any good. Since I have taken
Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com
pound, my health has improved very
much. I will gladly recommend your
medicine to others and am sure that it
will prove as great a blessing to them
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001 DeKalb Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y.
Relief Came Promptly
DearMrs. Pixkiiam :—I had been
under treatment with the doctors for
four years, and seemed to get no better,
I thought I would try your medicine.
My trouble was change of life, and I
must say that I never had anything
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strong. I give Lydia E. Pinkham's
Compound all the crcdit, and would
not do without her mcdicine for any
thing. I have recommended it to
several of my friends. There is no
need of women suffering so much for
Mrs. Pinkham's remedies are a sure
cure." MA
WAX.
A
water, I1L
Butleb, Bridge-
Another Woman Helped
Df.ar Mbs.Pixkham
:—Itook
Lydia
E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound
during change of life and derived great
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136 Coydon St., Bradford, Pa.
1 1*%*
Suffering.
NICE OLD QUAKER LADY
Cured of Catarrh
By Peruna
After 20 Years'
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MRS. POLLY EVANS, A LIFE-LONG FRIEND OP PERUNA.
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As ever, thy friend,
When catarrh has reached the chronio
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When soiled discard. Ten collaft or live
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membranes of the whole body. It pro*
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Ohio.
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