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THE GATE CITY JOURNAL B t C G A R S can H O C SE MARGARET WEYMCUTh JACKSON A . S ou r Stomach In the same time It takes a dose Of soda to bring a little temporary relief o f gas and sour stomach, Phillips Milk o f Magnesia has acid ity completely checked, and the di gestive organs all tranqulllzed Once you huve tried this form of relief you w ill cease to worry about your diet and experience a new freedom In eating. This pleasant preparation Is just os good for children, too. Use It whenever coated tongue or fetid breath signals need o f a sweetener. Physicians w ill tell you that every spoonful o f Phillips Milk of Mag nesia neutralizes many times Its volume In acid. Get the genuine, the name Phillips is Important Imitations do not act the samel PHILLIPS Ï Milk . of Magnesia Unthod by Boh Cranes Hollow, N. Y.—When a bolt o f lightning struck five-year-old El eanor Michalskl, of this place, It burned her about the body and tore her shoes from her feet, throwing them several feet away. M ighty Umpire* “ No baseball team,” says Connie Mack,” ever kicked Itself into a championship. Several have kicked themselves out o f a pennant”— American Magazine. Warranted 14-Carrot Soup Blltmore Walter—Want soup? B ill Bobers— Is It good soup? W alter— Sure; 14-carrot.— Royal Arcanum Bulletin. . i ST g Or 1 August Flower corrects constipation—even ©tub- born cases—almost like magic! Sweetens stom- ach, stirs liver, aids di- cestion. GUARAN FEED All Druggists. 'OBSTIPATION But A fte r — Mrs. Higgs (with superior a ir)—. And don't forget, my 'usband saw better days afore I married ’¡in. Mrs. Briggs (with deep meaning) — I ’ll bet he did, too!—London Tit- Bits. Modernized Version “ How does that saying go, •United—,' ” began Brown. "United In marriage and divided In Reno, I guess,” butted In Black. — Vancouver Province. Real A fter-Effect* " I don’t suppose she suffered nnj after-effects from her operation?” “ N o ; but everybody else did.” They must call It bridge because 11 makes . our partner cross. Does a detective think other peo pie are rather obtuse? FARM WOMAN BENEFITED After Taking Lydia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compound ?kdalet Pa.— “ Before I was mar- ■ sister and I did all the farming work on a 04-acre farm for eleven years. I married a farmer and now in addi tion to my house work and the care of mv children I help him with the outside work on our farm. After my last child was born, I began to suffer as many en do. Finally our family doctor me to try Lydia E. Pinkham’s table Compound. I did and now I new woman and I know that good h is better than riches."— M rs . > e I. S herman , R. #1, Lickdale, Pa. COPYRIGHT A*, 6 0 B B S • M C K K l L l CO W M.U SERVICE TH E STORY Renewing: a childhood attach ment, Ernestine Briceland, of a wealthy family, is attracted by W ill Todd, newspaper artist. Her sister, Lillian, urges her to break off the affair, but Ernestine re fuses. A runaway marriage fo l lows. Loring Hamilton wins L il lian’s consent to become his wife. CHAPTER III— Continued “ I hope you didn't get up on our account, mother,” she said geutly, "but Pm glad you are better.” The womnn looked up at Ernestine, her faded eyes, under the drooping brows, regarding tills strange bird that had slipped so easily into her nest. How old she looked, thought Ernestine. She was a generation be yond mamma, for she was old with a gentle humility and meekness that Ernestine had never met before. There was not In her even the stub bornness that sometimes the meek can use so effectively. W ill’s futher Ernestine could under stand. A carpenter, with a gift for woodcutting, he was a skilled and able workman and had a great pride In his trade. He was a tall, thin, stooped man, with a clean-shaved, heavily furrowed face and brightly saturnine, black eyes, which regarded Ernestine with a kind of grim humor. He made her realize without saying so, that he d'sapproved of their marriage as much ns her people did, hut that he was not the mnn to cry over spilled milk. They could count on his kindness. At breakfast In the bright kitchen, Ernestine and Will made plans. “ You are welcome to stay here as long ns you like,” snid Peter Todd, but the two shook their heads. They had already decided to be independent at once. "W e might Just as well go today, and find a place to board until we can get an apartment,” said Ernestine, looking very young and enruest. “ I’ll get my trunk from mumma's, ns soon ns we have found a residence. R ’s awfully good of you to want us here, but the house Is small, and mother Is really not well enough to have us.” Mrs. Todd said nothing, and Ernes tine felt that she had never seen so dispirited a creature. “ I f we get near town, mom,” Will said, “ we can save money on carfare. I know a place on Erie street one of the fellows told me about, where you can get a room and two meals, at a reasonable price, and it's in walking distance of the office. Anyhow, X think we ought to live alone.” "That’s right,” said Will’s father. “ It's the only way for young married people. I f you need any money when you go to fixing up a flat I can lend you a little. I always have a few hundred dollars tucked away for emer gencies.” he explained to Ernestine. ”1 can let W ill borrow, without In terest, if he needs it. I own a house on Troy street that you could have If It wasn't lensed. But the location Is not good for you.” “ We'll manage,” said Will confi dently, and Ernestine admired him. They exchanged bright looks, and Mr. Todd said heartily: "Well, come and visit us sometimes, anyhow.” It was soon time for them to go. Ernestine. In her squirrel coat nnd scarlet hat. bade her new relatives good-by. She felt that there were tears In the air, realized a little that these people were losing Will more definitely than she would ever be lost to her family. He was their only son, but they said good-by to him with quiet dignity. Ernestine admired their restraint, and was grateful for their good taste. They olTered neither ad vice nor counsel, but allowed the young ones to go forth about their own affairs. The house on Erie street brought to Ernestine her first shock of reality. It was an nncient, snmke- hlackened dwelling place, not far from the lake. Across the street from the house a five-story machine shop re verberated with activity. A secret looking brown-stone house, with drawn blinds, stood on the comer. Ernes tine felt that the apartment they spoke of so glibly was not so near. A sense of the Irrevocable nature of the step she hod taken swept over her. She was now Will's, and, as he had said | to her father, his roof was her roof, ills home was hers, and this was It. She had definitely abandoned her old way of life and set her feet In a strange country. The future was as remote from the past as though she were following him to a great tils lance. Hand In hand they ran up the »tone stairs nnd met a sma'l plump woman, called Mrs. Bennett, with whom Will discussed rooms and prices, while E r n e s t i n e stood to one side, h irnlr.gly ! con sail us of the gold baud on her third finger. * • • • • • • jtme..tine was too good a sport to kmoaa their conspicuous luck of money. Eresh from the rigors of a flue school, it was not hard for her to accustom herself to simplicity. Will discovered that she had a most practical nature. The forces which had driven tier into marriage had not all been romantic. In adjusting her self to living on W ill’s pay, she wus able to exercise some of her native Ingenuity and shrewdness, nnd In that cnpnclty she found a certain pleasure. It was fun to put herself on n basis of having no money to spend and then discovering how much she had grown accustomed to spending In the months since she had left school. Her trunk was full of pretty clothes. It was an element she did not at first appre ciate. CHAPTER IV his youth and scanty advantages. Mar riage had changed him very little. He was, perhaps, somewhat more Inflam mable, but he took Ernestine and the life with her most naturally and with out self-consciousness. They went on to Pastano’s, entered an unmarked doorway and climbed broad wooden steps w*lth double doors at the top which opened upon light, music, heut and the sound of happy voices. The big room was airy. Its excellent ventilation a surprise to Ernestine, and an Important factor In every one's pleasure and good appetite. Mr. Poole came to meet them, and Ernes tine gave him her hand and her nicest schoolgirl smile. She wished Mrs. Bennett had not said anything to her about this man. She did not have to heed any warnings except those her husband gave her! Following Mr. Poole among the tables, Ernestine thought about the many things W ill had told her of this man, until she felt that she knew him perfectly. His remarkable gifts, his value to his paper, his careless ness of himself, his small vanities and prejudices, ills indolence and drunken ness and his great charm, she knew. He was as natural nnd straightfor ward with every one as a child with other children. Yet he possessed also the authority and autocratic manner of the mnn of established reputation. He drew Ernestine's hand within the curve o f his arm, and led her to a table reserved for their party. All the places were filled except theirs, and the men rose to greet Ernestine. There was only one other woman. Mrs. Wlston, the wife of the syndicate editor o f the Sun. a small beautiful woman with the face of a A Party at Pastano’* Mr. Poole was having a party for Ernestine and Will, and. according to prearrangement. Ernestine slipped downstairs ahead o f time to show her self to Mrs. Bennett. She could not help but be proud of the evening dress mamma had given her for Christ mas, and which she had not worn be fore. The yellow chiffon lay about her slender limbs delicately, subtly. She appreciated the Illusive cobwebby hose that had come with the dress and the gold cloth slippers. The string of small real pearls which had come to her from her Grandmother Langley's estnte, the pearl ring which daddy had given her to match her necklace, were the last touches of a perfect toilet. Will had appreciated her, this eve ning, his fine eyes glowing with ad miration. “ You are lovely.” he protested, as though she hnd dented It. and she swung herself about In the narrow room and gave hint a languishing, mocking look. But she went down the carpeted stairs In a glow, her squirrel coat over her arm. Mrs. Bennett got up with an ad miring exclamation when Ernestine closed the door behind her. The latter advanced to the center of the room and pirouetted on her toes. A little, round, weary body, with tired eyes beneath a fringe of gray hair, Mrs. Bennett had long outworn personal egotism and was generous with praise and sympathy. “ Youth Is the time to live, darling,” she said to Ernestine. “ My life is an old story, but you are young and glow ing, and things are happening to you. It Is better for you to have your hard times now, and grow old rich and strong, than to have the hardships In old age, as I have had them. But tell me, aren't you excited to be having a birthday party given In your honor by a great cartoonist?” Ernestine laughed. “ He only wants to be nice to Will. He thinks It will please Will, and of course it does.” Mrs. Bennett maintained a discreet slleuce, and Ernestine turned to the mirror over a chest of drawers and looked nt her reflection, running her bands over her sleek soft hair. She was a little thinner than she had been when she was married, and her eyes were big and dark In the delicate whiteness of her fnce. She wns lovely with a breath-taking quality, her face shining with an Inner spiritual excite ment. It seemed to her as she stared that she looked too happy, too thrilled for every-day use. She must learu to dissemble. “ Sometimes, darling,” Mrs. Bennett chided Ernestine gently, " I think you fall to realize what nn effect you have on the people here— on the men. You are so different from the other girls these boys know. You bloom. You wear the face o f love. It's hard on them. I want you to he very wise with Mr. Poole. It would be an ensy thing for you to disrupt Ills friendship with Will. Will admires him, and his patronage means so much. Just now.” “ Will won't be Jealous of any atten tion I pay to Mr. I ’oole, or that he rays to me,” Ernestine said Indiffer ently, " if that's what you mean. It won't hurt Mr. Poole to admire me. He's a nice old man. and he loves to admire women, nnd men. too, as far as that goes. It s part of his big heart, Will says. Anyhow, Will wouldn't be Jealous of me— now." Her small face was so shining that Mrs. Bennett threw her advising Instinct away with a gesture and came and kissed her young friend. *'IIave n lovely time, darling. Pas time's lias the distinction o f being the very toughest plnee In all Chicago. It is beautiful, nnd not so dangerous as Mr. Pastano likes people to think. He Is really very careful about the police. And then, too, you will la* with Mr. Poole, who Is a close friend of Ruby." Will v.as nt the door, grinning at them, Ids mobile mouth twisted Into a kind of sardonic look that he wore at times, and that made him like his father. He had a great deal of poise. i Ernestine often thought, considering “You Are Lovely,” He Proteeted ae Though Site Had Denied It. siren who can never forget her role. She had been married twice before she hnd met Wlston, nnd Ernestine knew that back In New England were the wife and child Wlston had set aside for her. Ernestine wns conscious of the Indignation common to married women against such nn Impostor. Wlston himself, a tall academic man with a ribbon to his glasses, Ernestine had met nt the office, nnd John Tucker, called Tommy by every one, who was Will's rival for honors in the art room. The third man who was pre sented to her Ernestine did not know and she failed to catch his name. He wns a small powerful looking indi vidual, with a dark mustache, bright gray eyes and n vain nnd elaborate manner. The other two men, Under wood and Harrison, were from the Sun staff, and happy to be at any party, any time, any place. They all sat down, Sir. Poole with one of the women on either side, nnd Tommy Tucker next to Ernestine, the pompous little man next to Mrs. Wls ton, with the others grouped about the big table. Ernestine by now had forgotten her self-consciousness and became radiantly happy. She wished Will were beside her. She was only a half, and Will was the other half, and he ought always to be beside her, breathing ns she breathed, turning as she turned. The Idea delighted her, and she laughed at herself but felt still a deep Joy In their unity. Mr. Poole turned to Ernestine nnd told her softly that her youth nnd beauty were sweeter than sweet night Itself. He took his glass In his hnnd. “ And more intoxicating,” he said, “ than this for which I have wasted half my life and most of my talents." Ernestine, looking up In his kind face, knew instantly that In spite of his flowery words, nnd In spite o f Mrs. Bennett's conventional fears, this great man had no predatory Impulses toward her. He knew that she was deeply In love with Will. But to watch her, to speak to her, to listen to her voice, gave him pleasure. It was nit he would ever want of her. Her Instinct In this matter proved true, during the years of Will's association with Mr. Poole. “ And what have you two young pieces of Impudence been doing since Inst I saw you?” “ We have dined in state at mam ma’s,” said Ernestine, smiling mis chievously. “ Will missed the signifi cance of it entirely. Papa has. under duress, forgiven him. He offered Will a Job In his office." “ And wliat does Will say?" “ He didn’t even pay any attention to It. He Just said that he was satis fied with the Job be had, thanks Just the same, and went on talking to mamma." Mr. Poole laughed with delight. “ Doesn't he know what papa wants?" “ I don't know whether he doe* nr not. But anyhow, papa knows that, now he has decided to forgive Will. W ill doesn't intend to let U make any difference. Papa really would like to let us struggle along. He feels pretty disappointed In me. But mamma can't bear it. She Is determined to take care of us, whether we will or no.” “ But how can she, If W ill does not change his employment?” Ernestine's face grew firm. “ She can’t. I won't let her. I've made up my mind to have nothing but what W ill can give me. I don't mind being poor.” “ You must resist poverty,” Mr. Poole said. “ It is the deadly enemy of marriage.” Ernestine’s small face was scornful. Poverty was not so black as It was painted, she observed. He looked at her. “ You do not believe me? Walt, then, and see.” “ But we are poor now. It's fun to be poor.’’ “ You— poor!” Ills amazement wns so genuine that Ernestine looked at him in surprise. “ My dnrllng child," he reusoned with her, “ you don’t know what the word means. You two— still in the flush of first love, without children, without a house to burden you, without a responsibility! One bed will do for both of you, one room will hold two hearts together. You are well, you are eager, you are fed and clothed and housed. You have a trunk full of pretty clothes, nn ador ing mamma begging to do things for you. You do not know the cold and odious breath of poverty at all. I could show you its dark face: slums, little children with great heads and emaciated bodies, houses held to gether by strings— shambles! I ’ll show you pale girls, and prostitution, and bare shelves, and empty cup boards, and pride bent double. Lack is a cruel witch. Pray that you may never know her.” “ Yet you Just told me to wait I" “ Ah, but that was nonsense. L ife will never be cruel to you." They ate the excellent food put be fore them, and talked, the men argu ing among themselves about a tech nicality In some one's work, Will and Underwood and Mr. Wlston deep In It, Mr. I ’oole and Tommy competing for Ernestine’s attention. Presently Tom my was drawn Into the men’s talk, and Mr. Poole leaned close to Ernes tine and became very confidential. “ W ill tells me you are going to have a child. I think that is the last per fection. I always knew that he was gifted, but his marriage with you has established the certainty of his future. Such things are not accidents. He is the chosen of the gods, or one of their finest gifts would not be his. He has all the elements of success. And a wife and children will do the forging." Ernestine's cheeks burned. She could not understand how Will could have told his still precious secret to Mr. Toole. But she exercised great self-command to be quiet nnd respon sive to him. lie went on praising Will, and assuring her of the bright ness of his future, until, after a little, she forgot her confusion nnd told him her own feelings about Will. The pnrty grew very gay;, and Ernes tine Joined In the general happiness. Without warning the tight little man with the powerful shoulders wns on ids feet. He bowed to Ernestine, nnd he bowed around the room, nnd every where hands began to clap and there were shouts of Joyous approval nt sight of him. With a gesture indescribably com placent, he held up his hand for silence and got it instantly. Standing so, his chest pushed out like a pouter pigeon’s, his body rocking back on his heels, his nnpkln in his hnnd, which he flourished from time to time, he began to sing. It was Siegfried's csy of Joy. when he passed through the flames and found the sleeping Brunhilde. Ernes tine recognized it, as she recognized the nmn. He wns Mostane, one of the world's greatest tenors. And she hnd criticized his manner I But now, all else was swept away, and she lived only through her ears, on which fell each perfect note. She knew in de lightful anticipation what his golden voice would do next, and her heart soared with his voice. He stopped abruptly, rocked a mo ment on his heels and then gently, softly, poignantly he sang without ac companiment : Still wl* die Nacht T ie f w l* da* Meer Sol delne Liebe sein. The tears ruined down Ernestine’s cheeks. He sat down In a storm of excited applause. Ernestine could not stop crying. She leaned on Will's shoulder, for he came and sat beside her and put his arm about her. When at last she could breathe steadily she rose and went around the table to Mostane and took his fat face in her two hands and kissed him. There was a cheer from all the tables, and Will gleamed at her with approval for her spontunelty. “ Nothing else was adequate,” de clared Mr. Poole. The hours passed In a trance. The patronage In the dining room changed, grew noisier, more turbulent. Girls enme and went on the stage, and danced and sang, nnd twinkled pretty feet, and flicked bare knees. It was all an unreal blending of sight and sound and color, nnd Ernestine's heart was fnr away, in some lonely space with Will. Her being still trembled with that last swelling note. Dimly In her mind she felt nn awakening of artistic comprehension, a spiritual un derstanding of the strength and power of perfect performance. Will hnd latent In him some such force, but It was fur from Impulses to such finished authority. Her thought was not that clear, but groping)* It was time to go home, and Ernes tine wanted W ill to take her away from the others. But she saw that Mr. Poole wns not himself at all any longer. Will always took him home, from the office, from such affairs as this, to his flat. Ernestine felt that she could not bear to be parted from Will tonight. She became conscious of a mnn standing behind her, a little to one side, regarding her gravely, quietly. She glanced tip nt him but did not know him. He was a huge man, with a great durk head nnd clear dark skin, lie wore a sack suit, and his narrow tie glittered with a ruby of enormous size, set in n gold circle. On one of ids big brown hands, which were covered with conrse black hair, was another such gem. Ernestine re membered with a feeling of faintness nil the wild stories she had heard about Pastnno's place being so disor derly. Will, at least, was sober, us he always was. Mr. Poole now saw the stranger, greeted him and called him to the table. “ And this is Mrs. Todd, my young friend's wife. You know Will, of course, nnd the others. Ernestine, tills Is Ituby Pastano, Jewel merchant, ward boss, nnd the owner of tills dive. A bad nmn—a terrible man. Shake hands with him.” Mr. Poole was enjoying himself nnd looked up at Pastano with glee. Mr. Pastano did not smile. lie still fixed on Ernestine tlint queer solemn look. He bowed nbove her. “ Sit down, Ruby, sit down!" com manded Mr. Poole thickly, and mo tioned for a waiter to bring a chair, which was produced instantly. Mr. l ’astnno silt down between Mr. Poole and Ernestine, and she felt his gravity spreading about the table, so that all were n little quieted. “ This Is my birthday,” Ernestine ex- plained graciously. “ I am twenty one years old today, and Mr. Poole wus kind enough to have n party for me. Now that you huve come, It Is more charming." “ Your voice— ” he said, Ms own tone soft anil silky. “ Where are you born?" She told Mm, naively, the address of her mother s house. (TO BE CONTINUED! >;>:>:>;:• • ♦ ♦ * ..* ♦ ♦. V ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ > * HEADACHES Needless pains like headaches are immediately relieved by Bayer Aspirin as millions o f people know. And no matter how suddenly a headache may come, one can at all times be prepared. Carry the pocket tin o f Bayer Aspirin with you. Keep the larger size at home. Read the proven directions for pain* headaches, neuralgia, etc. English Golfer Helped Out by Obliging Bird The London Sunday Chronicle of fers two stories which. It admits, are queer—but true. Playing In the Caernarvonshire golf championship meeting at Crlccleth, Capt. W. E. Jones, Crlccleth, who played his tee shot at the shore seventh hole into the hedge, found the ball resting In a pheasant's nest with the hen pheasant sitting on three eggs. The bird flew awny as the captain approached, and flapped the ball with Its wings n yard out o f the nest into a playable position. The captain holed out In four. A similar Incident occurred during the third round match of the I-ondon Social club’s tournament at Sunnlng- dale. In which the Army and Navy club opposed the Royal Thames Yacht club. At the eighth hole, a oneshotter, the Army and Navy ball landed in a bunker at the edge of the green. J. E. Mellor, of the Royal Thames, then played his tee shot and the ball went Into the same bunker. A t hom e o r away Feen-a-mint is the Ideal summertime laxative. Pleasant and convenient. Gentle but thorough In Its action. Check summer upsets with Fcen-a- irttnt at home or away. IN S IS T O N TTIE C E N l'IN K FOR CONSTIPATION Danger in Overloading Rubber has been stressed so se verely and so rapidly that It heated | up nnd exploded, Walter C. Keys, of Detroit, Midi., reported recently to the American Society for Testing j Materials. Mr. Keyes said that bad ! ly overloaded solid tires have been known to explode. Teaching Fi*h to Read Fish have been taught to recog nize the bag containing their favor ite food by means of letter at a Berlin university. It is claimed that they can even distinguish between the letters “ H” and “ B ” • • • ♦ *1 Rich Vein Roman Highway* Built for March of Legions When the Homans set out to con quer the whole known world of their day, their practical minds enme to their assistance, and they built, ns the long arm of their conquests spread around the shores o f the Mediterranean, per manent highways throughout their em pire, prlmnrlly for the swift nnd safe movement o f their troops throughout all the countries they conquered, says a writer In the New York Times. Their first principle was to draw a strnlght line between their most Im portant camps. The Applan way. which was begun In 312 B. C., one of their greatest achievements, extended throughout the length of the Italian peninsula from the Forum In the Eter nal city Itself to Brindisi, from which the legions embarked on their Jour neys to the east. The pillar set up by Pmnpey to mark the southern ex tremity of the great road may still he seen In the modern city. The Romans built their roads by first cutting parallel trenches through Minor— Ooofus uncovered a rich vein yesterday. Major— Yes, lie sold u pint o f his blood to the hospital for $00. the soil to Indicate the width of the j roadway, removing loo».e earth until a solid foundation was reached. Upon tf you remember your own child this four layers of materials were hood vividly, you know something beaten down, the lowest usually of lint | nhoiil bringing up children, even If stone sometimes laid in mortar, above you have none. which a layer of coarse concrete of smashed stones was superposed. Above Praise great estates; cultlvute a this was a layer o ( finer si ones or con small one.—Virgil. crete, on which wus laid a surface of fine stones carefully matched. The width of some of their roods was 14 feet, on each side of which were im- pnved roadways half ns wide again Original Chautauqua The first Chautauqua assembly, known na the Sunday School Assem bly, wns In session August 4-18, 1874, ns the result of a plan formed by Lewis Miller of Akron, Ohio, and Rev. John II. Vincent of New York. The assembly plans widened rapidly In successive years. In 187!) a school for teachers In secular subjects was opened. Probably rhnutnuqun Is best known in connection wit” the plan o f systematic home reading. The plan was proposed and explained In 18"8. The first year 7.(100 persons were en rolled and from that time reader* varying In number from 8.(Ks) to 2T>,- 000 have Joined the circle per »on- sun. There are now throughout the United States and t ’anuda more than fifk) local assemblies modeled after the original chnutauqua Institution. Being Polite to Spirit* In Borneo many trees vulued for their timber are regarded as being the dwelling places of good spirits. Super stition, however, conies to the aid of economic necessity and before he In curs the dlsplensure of the spirits by destroying their home, the native drives a hatchet Into the trunk and retnnis to his family. If In the morn ing the hatchet has fallen to the Old C re e k B u r ’ al Custom ground It Is a sign that the spirit will It wus a custom among the ancient ingly has left the tree for n new resi dence. It I* remarkable, observes a Greet s to dedicate the fined pieces id writ'-r In the Hydinw Bulletin describ embroidery and weaving In honor n ing the hokus pocuff. how consistently the dead, at funeral«. These we/. | usually wrought by the relatives the hutchet falls to stay put Write t o i* » for FR EE hook deiortbla* the t Dr. C J. DtJn famou* n o n -tu rg id method« of b t a F Inn Piles and other Rectal an4 Colon ailments, which we os« « exclusively. Also gives dr tails of our W R IT T E N A S S U R A N C E T O B M M I N 4 T B P IL E S L no m atter h ow severe. O l i l * i \K K FUND p a t ie n t s feel RECML Ö COlOH UINIC ^ wmTipN a jlW ra n S - tm - wurmet . r t . ’: m . I * g * i ' m l T m ? u . * ! . " . . W. N. U . Portland, No. 30 -1930.