PAGE SIX
TKE DAILY CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON. TUESDAY, JANUARY 21; 1919.
THE LIGHT
IN THE ELFARINfr'
A TALE OF THE NORTH COUNTRY
-IN THE TIME OF SILAS WRIGHT
By
IRVING BACflELLEFL
AVTHOt Of
tSEN HOLDEN. DDI AND L DARREL OF THE BLfSSED BLE
K1EP1NO W VITH UZZJE, ETC ETC
me at the pur or my appeffrrnra
I met Betsy Price one of my school
mates on the street. She was very
cordial and told me that the Dunkel
bergs had gone to Saratoga.
"I got a letter from Sally this morn
ing," Betsy went on. "She said that
young Mr. Latour wag at the same ho
tel and that he and her father were
good friends."
I wonder If she really enjoyed stick
ing this thorn Into my flesh a thorn
which mndi it difficult for me to fol
low the advice of the schoolmaster and
robbed me of the little peace I might
hare enjoyed. My faith In Sally wav
ered up and down until It settled at
Its wonted level and reassured me.
It was n perfect summer morning
nd I enjoyed my walk over the famil
iar road and up Into the hill country.
The birds seemed to sing a welcome
to me. Men and boys I bad known
waved their lints In the liayflelds and
looked at me. There are few pleas
ures in this world like that of a boy
petting home after a long absence.
My heart beat fant when I saw tho
, bouse and my unr le and Purvis coming
In from the twenty-acre lot with a
load of hay. Aunt Deel stood on tho
front steps looking down the road.
Now and then her waving handker
chief went to her eyes. Uncle Pea'
body came down' the standard off his
load and walked toward me.
v ,"Sny, stranger, have you seen any
thing of a feller by the name o' Bart
Itaynes?" he demanded.
"Have you?" I asked.
"No, sir, I ain't. Gosh n'mlghtyl
Pay ! what have ye done with that boy
of onr'n?" .
"What have you done, to our hou.'ie?"
I asked again?
"Built on an addition."
"That's what I've done to your boy,"
I answered.
"Thunder an' Iightnln' I How you've
raised the roof!" bo exclaimed as he
"Thunder an' Llghtnin'I How You've
Raised the Roof I"
grabbed my satchel. Dressed like a
statesman an' blgger'u a bullmooso.
I can't 'rastle with you no more. But,
say, I'll run ye a race. I can beat ye
air carry the satchel, too."
We ran pell-mell up (he lane to the
steps' like a pair of children.
Aunt Peel did not speak. She Just
put ber arms around me atal laid her
lenr old bead upon my breast. Uncle
I'ouhody turned away. Then what a
Bilencct Off li the edge of the wood
- Ik ud I heard the l'alry Hutu of a wood
thrush, "Purvis, you drive that load on the
floor an' put up the bosses," Uncle
IVnbody Minuted In a moment. "If
you don't Ilka it you can biro 'mother
man. I won't do no more till after
dinner. This slave business la pluyed
out"
"Ail right," Purvis answered.
"You bet It's all right. I'm for abo
lition an' I've stood your domineerln',
nlgger-drlver ways long enough, for
one morula'. If you don't like It you
can look for another inau."
Aunt Deel and I began to laugh at
this good-natured, make-believe scold
ing of Uncle Peabody and the emo
tional strain was over. They led me
Into the house, where delightful sur
prise awaited me, for the rooms had
been decorated with balsam bonghs
and sweet ferns, A glowing mass of
violets, frunied In moss, occupied the
tenter of the table. Tho houso wns
filled with the odors of the forest,
which, as they knew, were dear to me.
I liitd written that they might expect
mu snmo time before noon, but I
I'Cgned thwu not to meet me In Can
ton, as I wlthed to walk home after
my long ride. So they were ready for
ISiC.
Jrrpif.ir.her ""V they .fe't the, e"'h
on my bacit aau now iouu.f u.ty sui"-
vcyed It
'.'Couldn't buy them goods 'round
these parts," said Uncle Peabody.
"Nor nothln' like 'en no, sir."
"Feels a leetle bit like the butternut
trousers," said Aunt Deel as she felt
my coat
"Ayes, but them butternut trousers
ain't what they used to be when they
was young and limber," Uncle Peabody
remarked. "Seems so they was get
tln' kind o' wrinkled nn baldheaded
like, 'specially where I set down."
"Ayes! Wal I guess a mnn can't
grow old without his pants growln'
old, too ayes !" said Aunt Deel.
"If yer legs are In 'em ev'ry Sunday
they ketch It of ye," my uncle an
swered. "Long sermons are hard on
pants, seems to me." ,
"An' the longer the legs the harder
the sermons In them little seats over
't the school house nyes!" Aunt Deel
added by way of Justifying his com
plaint. "There wouldn't be so much
wear In a ten-mile walk no!"
The chicken pie was baking and the
strawberries were ready for the Bhort
cake. "I've been wallerln' since tho 'dew
was off glttln' them, berries an' vl
lets ayes !" said Aunt Deel, now busy
with her work af the stove,
"Aunt, you look as young as ever," I
remarked.
She slapped my arm and said wiili
mock severity:
"Stop that 1 W'y! Tou know better
-ayes !"
How vigorously she stirred tho fire
then. .
"I can't return the compliment my
soul I how you've changed ayes 1" she
remarked.
"I hopo yon ain't fit no more, Bart.
2 can't bear to think o' you flyln' at
folks an' poundln' of 'em. Don't seem
right no, It don't !" . ,
"Why, Aunt Deel, what In tho world
do yon mean?" I .asked.
"It's Purvis' brain' that does the
poundln', I guess," said my uncle.
"It's kind o' got the habit. It's a reg'
lur beetle brain. To hear him talk
ye'd think he an' you could clean out
tho hull Mexican nation barrlu' acci
dents. Why, anybody would suppose
that yer enemies go to cllmbln' trees
as soon as they see ye com In' an' that
you pull the trees up by the roots to
git at 'era." . I
"A certain amount, of such deviltry I
Is necessary to the comfort of Mr.
Purvis," I remarked. "If there is no
body else to take the responsibility '
for It he assumes It himself. Ills imag
ination has an Intense ciuvlng for
blood mid violence, It's that type of ;
American who, egged on by the slave
power, Is hurrying us luto trouble
with Mexico."
Purv is came In presently with a '
look in his face which betrayed bis
knowledge of tho fact that all the cob-
webs spun by his fancy were now to
bo brushed away. Still ho enjoyed
them while they lasted and the re was
a kind of tacit claim In his manner ,
that they were subjects regarding i
which mj honest man could be expect-
cd to tell the truth. j
As we ate our dinner they told mo
that an escaped slave had come Into
a neighboring county and excited the '
people with stories of the auction
block and of negroes driven like yoked
oxen on plantations In South Carolina,
whence he had escaped on a steam- '
boot.
"I b'lleve I'm goln' to vote for abo-
lltlon," said Uncle Peabody. "I won-
der what Silo Wright will say to that." '
"He'll probably advise against It; the'
time Isn't ripe for so great a change,"
was my nnswer. "He thinks that the
whole matter should be left to the glu-
clul action of time's forces."
Indeed I hnd spoken tho view of
tho sounder men of the North. The
subject lilted them with dread alarm.
But the attitude of Uncle Tenbody
was significant The sentiment In fa-;
vor of a change was growing. It was :
now to be reckoned with, for the abo-
lltion party was snid to hold the bal-
anco of power In New York and New
England and was behaving Itself like
a bull In a china shop.
After dinner I tried to put on some
of my old clothes, but found that my
nakedness bad so expanded that they
would not cover it, so I hitched my
white mare on the spring wagon and
drove to the village for my trunk.
Every week day after that I worked
In the fields until the senator arrived
In Canton about the middle of August,
On one of those happy days 1 received
a letter from old Kute. dated, to my
surprise, lu Saratoga. It said:
"Dear Barton Paynes: I thought I
would' let you know that .my fnther Is
deud. I have come here to rest and
buve found some work to do, I am bet-
ter now. Have seen Sully. She is very
beautiful and kind. She does not know
tlrnt I am the old witch, I have changed
so. The others do not know it is
better that way. I think It was the
Lord that, bro-.ight me here. Hejiirj
way 6T IaS Ingres re ot some people.
my boy. Do yon remember when I be
gan to call yon my boy you were very
Uttle, It Is long, king ago since I first
saw yon In your father's dooryard
you said you were going to mill on at
butterfly's back. Tou looked just as I
thought my boy would look. Ton gave
me a kiss. What a wonderful gift It
was to me then t I began to love yon.
I bave no one else to think of now. I
hope you won't mind my thinking so
much of yon.
"God bless yon,
"KATE FULLEBTON."
I understood now why the strong
will and singular Insight of this wom
an had so often exercised themselves
In my behalf. I could not remember
the far day and the happy circum
stance of which she spoke, but I wrote
her a letter which must bave warmed
ber heart I am sure.
Silas Wright arrived In Canton and
drove up to our home. He reached
j our door at eight In the morning with
his hound and rifle. He had aged rap
Idly since I had seen, him last His
hair was almost white. There were
many new lines in his face. He
seemed more grave and dignified. He
did not lapse Into the dialect of his
fathers when he spoke of the ancient
pastimes of hunting and fishing as he
bud been wont to do.
"Bart," he snid when the greetings
were over, "let's you and me go and
spend a day In the woods. I'll leave
my man here to help your uncle while
you'ro gone."
We went by driving south a few
miles nnd tramping in to the foot of
the Stillwater on our river a trail
long familiar to inc. The dog left us
soon after we took It and began to
range over thick wooded hills. We sat
down among small, spirelike spruces
at the river's edge with a long stretch
of water In sight while the music of,
the hound's voice came faintly to our
ears from the distant forest. :
"Oh, I've been dreaming of this for!
a long time," said the senator as he!
leaned back agalnsj; a tree and. filled I
Ids lungs and looked out upon the wn-i
ter, green with lily pads along the
adge and flecked with the last of the
white blossoms. "I believe you want
to leave this lovely country."
"I am waiting for the call to go,
C said.
"Well, I'm inclined to think you are
tho kind of man who ought .to go," he
answered almost sadly. "Tou are
needed. I have been waiting until we
should meet to1 congratulnte you on
your behavior at Coblesklll. I think
yon have the right spirit that is the
nil-Important matter. You will en
counter strange company In the game
of politics. Let me tell you a story."
lie told me many stories of his life
In Washington, Interrupted by a sound
like that of approaching footsteps. We
ceased talking and presently a flock
of partridges came near us, pacing
along over the mat of leaves in a lei
surely fashion. We sat perfectly still. ,
A young cock bird with his beautiful .
ruff standing out, like the hnlr on the !
back of a frightened dog, strode j
toward us with a comic threat In bis
mnnner. It seemed as If ho were of
half a mind to knock us Into the river.
But we sat as still as stumps and he
spared us and went on with the others.
The baying of the hound was nearer
now. Suddenly we saw a big buck
come down to the shore of the covei
near us and on our side of the stream.
He looked to right and left. Then he
made a lung leap Into the water and
waded slowly until It covered him. He I
raised his nose nnd laid his antlers !
back over his shoulders and swam,
quietly downstream, his nose Just j
showing above tho water. Ills antlers '
"ere like a bit of driftwood. If we,
bad not seen him take the water his j
antlers might easily have passed for j
a bunch of dead sticks. Soon the buck
slowly lifted his head and turned his ;
neck and looked at both shores. Then '
very deliberately ho resumed his place
under water and went on. We watched
him as he took the farther shore be-1
118 llDd rondo off In the woods
"B"1"- j
"I couldn't shoot at him, It was such j
" beautiful bit of politics," said the j
senator. I
Soon the hound reached the cove's ;
edge and swam the river and ranged
up and down the bank for half an
hour before he found the buck's trail
again. "
"I've seen many a rascal, driven to
water by the hounds, go swimming
away as slyly as that buck, with their
horns In the air, looking as Innocent
a bit of driftwood. They come la
from both shores the Whig and the
Democratic and they are always shot
at from one bank or the other." !
I remember It surprised me a little
to bear him say that they came In
from both shores. !
"Jut what do you want to. do?" he i
asked presently. !
"I should like to go down to Wash-'
Ington with you nnd help you In any
way that I can."
"All right, partner we'll try It," he
answered gravely. "I hope that I don't
forget and work you as hard as I work
myself. It wouldn't be decent. I bave
o great many letters to write. I'll try
thinking out loud while you take them
down in sound-hand. Then you can
draft them nently nud I'll slgu them.
You bave tact' and good manners and
can do many of my errands for me nnd
cave me from those who have no good
reason for taking up my time."
-You will meet the best people and
tle worst. There's Just a chance that
It '3" come to something worth while
who knows? You are young yet It
good training and you will wit
ness the making of some history now
and then."
What elation I felt t
Again the voice of the hound, which
""I been ringing In the distant hills,
waicomtng neargr . ..
I-
"We must keeij wafcB another deer
J coming," said the senator.
! We bad only a moment's watch be
fore a .fine yearling buck came down
to the opposite shore and stood look
ing across the river. The senator
raised his rifle and fired. The buck
fell lo the edge of the water. ,
"How ahall we get himr my friend
'asked.
j "It win not be difficult," I answered
! aa I began to undress. Nothing was
difficult those days.
I swam the river and towed the
buck across with a beech with In his
gambrel joints. The hound Joined at
before I was half across with say bur
den and nosed the carcaat and swan
on ahead yelping with delight
We dressed the deer and tara I
had the great Joy of carrrytaf aim
w my back two miles across the ceao
try to the wagon. The senator wished
to send a guide for the deer, but I In
sisted that the carrying was my privi
lege. "Well, I guess your big thighs and
broad shoulders can stand it." said he,
"My uncle has always said that no
man could be called a hunter until he
can go into the woods without a guide
and kill a deer and bring it out on
his back. I want to be able to testify
that I am at least partly qualified."
'Tour uncle didn't say anything
about fetching the deer across a deep
river without a boat, did he?" Mr.
Wright asked me with a smile.
Leaves of the beeches, maples and
basswoods yellowed by frost hung
like tiny lanterns, glowing with noon
day light, above the dim forest aisle
which we traveled.
The sun was down when we got to
the clearing.
"What a day.it has been!" said Mr.
Wright when we were seated In the
wagon.
"One of the best In my life," 1 an
swered with a joy In my heart the like"
of which I have rarely known in these
many years that have come to me.
Wo rode on In silence with the cnlls
of the swamp robin nnd the hermit
thrush ringing in our ears as tho night
fell.
"It's a good time to think, and theru
we take different roads," said my
friend. "You will turn Into the future
'lid I Into the past."
'Tve been, thinking about your
uncle," he said by and by. "Ho Is one
of tho greatest men I have ever known.
You knew of that foolish gossip about
him didn't you?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Well, now, he's gone about his busi
ness the same as ever and showed by
his life that It couldn't be true. Not a
word out of him ! But Dave Ramsey
fell sick down on the flat lnst winter.
By and by his children were crying for
bread and the poormnster was going
to take charge of them. Well, who
should turn-up there, Just In the nick
of time, but Delia and Peabody
Baynes. They fed those children all
winter and 'kept them in clothes so
that they could go to school. The
strange thing about It Is this : It was
Dave Ramsey who really started that
story. He got up In church the other
night and confessed his crime. His
conscience wouldn't let him keep It.
He said that he had not seen Peabody
Tsaynes on Wt road the day the
money was lost but had only heard
that he was there. He knew now that
he .couldn't, Jiave. been there. Gosh
t'almlghty 1 'as your uncle used to
say when there was nothing else to be
said."
It touched me to he soul this long
delayed vindication of my beloved
Uncle Tcabody.
The senator ate supper with us and
sent. his hired man out for his horse
and buggy, When he had put on his
overcoat and was about to go he
turned to my uncle nnd eald :
'Teabody Baynes, If I have had any
success In the world It Is because I
have had the exalted honor and con
sciousness that I represented men like
you."
He left us and we sat down by the
glowing candles. Soon I told them, what
Ramsey hnd done. There was a mo
ment of silence. Uncle Peabody rose
and went to the water pall for a drink.
"Bart, I believe I'll plant corn on
that ten-arce lot next spring darned
If I don't," he said as he returned to
bis chair.
None of us ever spoke of the matter
again, to my knowledge.
CHAPTER XVIII.
On the Summit
My mental assets would give me a
poor rating, I presume, In the com
merce of modern scholarship when I
went to Washington that autumn with
Senator and Mrs. Wright. Still It was
no smattering that I had, but rather a
few broad areas of knowledge which
w ere firmly In my possession. My best
asset was not mental but spiritual, if I
may be allowed to say It,1 In all mod
esty, for, therein I claim no special ad
vantage, saving, possibly, an unusual
strength of character In my aunt nnd
uncle. Those days the candles were
lighting the best trails of knowledge
all over the land. Never has the gen
eral spirit of this republic been so
high aud admirable as then and a little
later. It wns to speak, presently In
the Immortal voices of Whittler, Emer
son, Whitman, Greeley and Lincoln.
The dim glow of the candles bad en
tered their souls nnd out of them came
a light that filled the land aud was
seen of all men. -
The rallronds on which we traveled
from Utica, the great cities through
which we passed, were a wonder and
.an Inspiration to me. I was awed by
the grandeur of Washington Itself. I
took lodgings with the senator and his
wife. . ...... , .
"Now, Bnrt," said he, when we had
arrived, "Pin going to turn you loose
ferre for a little while before I put har
ness on yoTT CAt huouf for a weeF 5r
eo and get the lay of the land and, the
feel of it. Mrs. Wright will be your
guide nntil the general situation has
worked its way Into your conscious-
It seemed to me that there was not
room enough In my consciousness for
the great publie buildings and the pic
tures and the statues and the vast ma
chinery of the government Beauty
and magnitude have a wonderful ef
fect when they spring fresh upon the
vision of a yenth out of the back coun
try. I sang of the look of them in my
letters and soon I began to think about
thera and Imperfectly to understand
them. They had their epic, lyric and
dramatic stages in my consciousness.
On afternoon we went to hear Sen
ator Wright speak. He was to an
swer Calhoun on a detail of the bank
ing laws. The floor and galleries were
filled. With what emotion I saw hint
rise and begin his argument as alt ear
bent to hear him! He aimed not at
popular sentiments In highly finished
rhetoric, as did Webster, to be quoted
In the school books and repeated on
every platform. But no words of mine
and I have used many In the effort
are able to convey a notion of the
masterful ease and charm of his man
ner on the floor of the senate or of the
singular modesty,' courtesy, aptness
and simplicity of his words as they
fell from his Hps. There were the
thunderous Webster, the grandeur of
whose sentences no American has
equaled ; the nglle-mlndcd CIny, whose
voice was like a silver clarion ; the far
seeing, fiery Calhoun, of "the swift
sword" most formidable in debate
but I was soon to learn that neither
nor all of these men gifted of heaven
so highly could cope with the suave,
Incisive, conversational sentences of
Wright, going straight to the henrt of
the subject and laying it bare to his
hearers. That was what people were
saying as we left the-senate chamber,
late in the evening; that, Indeed, -was
whnt they were always saying after
they had heard him ' nnswer an ad
versary. He had a priceless and unusual tal
ent for avoiding school-reader English
and the arts of declamation and for
preparing a difficult subject to enter
the average brain. The underlying se
cret of his power was soon apparent
to me. He stood always for that great
thing In America which, since then,
Whitmanhas called "the divine aggre
gate." and seeing clearly how every
measure would be likely to affect Its
welfares he followed the compass. It
had .led him to a height of power
above nil others and was to lead him
unto the loneliest summit of accom
plishment In American history.
Not much In ray term of service
there Is important to this little task
ot mine. I did my work well, If I may
believe the senator, and grew familiar
with the: gentle and ungentle arts of
the politician.
One great fact grew In magnitude
and sullen portent as the months
passed : the gigantic slave-holding In
terests of the South viewed with grow
ing alarm the spread of abolition sen
timent. Subtly, quietly and naturally
they were feeling for the means to de
fend and Increase their power. Straws
were coming to the surface In that
session which betrayed this deep un
dercurrent of purpose. We felt it and
the senator was worried, I knew, but
held his peace. He kaew how to keep
his opinions until the hour had struck
that summoned them to service. The
senator never played with his lance.
By and by Spencer openly sounded the
note of conflict
The most welcome year of my life
dawned on the first of January, 1844.
I remember that I arose before day
light that morning and dressed and
went out on the street to welcome It
I had less than six months to wait
for that day appointed by Sally. I had
no doubt that she would be true to me,
1 had had my days of fear and depres-
sion, but always my sublime faith In
her came back In good time.
m, ... ,,,,, ,.,,
Oh, yes Indeed, Washington was a
fair of beauty and gallantry those
(lays. I saw It all. I have spent many
years in the capital, and I tell you the
tins vl umi unio iiau manners nnu
knew how to wear their clothes, but
again the magic of old memories kept
iny lady on her throne. There was
one of them Just one of those others
who, I sometimes thought, was almost
as graceful and charming and noble
hearted as Sally, and she liked me, I
know, but the Ideal of my youth
glowed In the light of the early morn
ing, so to speak, aud was brighter than
all others. Above all, I had given my
word to Sally, nnd well, you know,
the old-time Yankee of good stock was
fairly steadfast, whatever else may
be said of him often a little too
Rteadfast, as were Ben Grimshaw and
Squire Fullerton.
The senator and I went calling that ,
New .Year's day. We saw all the
great people and some of them were 1
more cheerful than they had a right I
to be. It was a weakuess of the time. I
I shall not go Into details for fear of j
wandering too far from my main road.
Let me step aside a moment to say,
however, that there were two clouds
In the sky of the Washington society j
of those days. One was strong drink ;
and the 'other was the crude, rough-,
coated, aggressive democrat from the
frontiers of the West. These latter
were often seen In the holiday regalia
of farm or village at fashionable func-'
tlons. Some of thera changed slowly,
and by and by reached the stage of
white linen and diamond breastpins
and , waistcoats of figured silk, ft
must be said, however, that their mo
tives were always above their taste.
The winter wore away slowly in
hard work. Mr. Van Buren came down
to see the senator one day from his
country seat on the Hudson. The ez
presldent bad been solicited to accept
(Continued tomorrow)
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We have the genuine Buck-Hecht Army
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HOME OF
Two Seattle Contract
Shops Agree To New Wages
. Scattlo, Wash, Jan. 20. Two Seattle
contract shops havo already sigacd an
agreement to pay the new wage scale
demanded by the metal trades council,
for shipyard workers. The scalo ranges
from $(i to $8 a day and covers all clas
ses from common laborers to skilled
mechanics.
Metal trade officials declare that
from three to six employers will ''line
op" with tho council in order to pre
vent the walkout of 25,000 shipyard
workers at 10 o'clock tomorrow.
David Rodgers, general manager of
tho Skinner and Eddy shipbuilding cor
poration said today:
"Until tho men strike wo can say
nothing. We aro still in the hands of
tho government We have mado every
effort but labor loaders aro arrogant
and uareasonable. " ,
DEMOBILIZATION SPEEDY
Tacoma, Wash., Jan. 21. The work
of demobilization of the 13th division
at Camp Lewis is proceeding with all
spood today and it m expected 500 men
a day will be discharged from now on.
Orders from Wasington have been re
ceived to demobilize tho cntlor division,
involving about 10,001) men and includ
ing all units except tho quarterniES
ter department, the baso hospitals, re
mount depot, camp provost guards, ord
nance department and such otho utility
units concerned in tho up keep of tho
camp. '
The division headquarters and the
brigade headquarters will continuo to
function after the demobilization i
completed or until further orders from
tho war department.
HAS REAL JTHEOSY.
Washington Jan. 21. A Bed Cross
worker who is still overseas serving
wun a certain wen kuou uivisiuu m
Franco which has seen aara liRiiting,
ci:ums ne nun me prize wewv, wmcu
tt "m11 dog-eared book.
Wlien the book was olank H was
placed by this Bed Cross man on the
ountor Jf a Ec(J Croga outpo8t neur
the fighting iine. Soldiers and officers
caIin(j for tobacco, cigarettes, chocolate
comfort bags and other commodities,
Mr. Business
As a matter of economy ycu
should consult the Journal's
Job Department before placing"
your printing we are satisfying
Salem's leading firms put us
on your calling list. Phone 81
WEAR
BETTE'S
QUALITY
i
adopted it as a register. When a cus
tomer called for anything he would af
fix his signature in tho little book and
writo a line or so of comment. Now
it containes the signatures of men from
almost every state and from all ranks
of tho army, generals down to privates.
Tho book boasts of tho names of such
high notables as Maj. Gen. Billiard,
Brirg. Gen. H. H. Hhics and Col. A. N.
Stark.
LIFT OFF CORNS!
Doesn't Hurt a Bit! Sore Corns
Lift Right Off With Fin
gers. Magic!
Costs
Drop
lit'b
rrCczone on that taichy corn, insU
i!v
it't
that corn stons h'-rtincr. then vnn
n n,rnt out with the tinkers.
Why wait? Your druggist eells a tiny
bottle of Freczone for a few cents, suf-
ficient to rid your feet of every hard
eo Bfft cor Qr eflrn th(J
toes, and calluses, without soreness or
irritation. Freczone is tho much talked
of discovery of the Cincinnati genius.
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