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~ $ J & Dkisteitioivs & C D loiodes COPYRIOHT 1914- ^ DODD,/AEAD Of COMfy^S/ SYNOPSIS. A ouHous crowd of neighbors invade the mysterious home of Judge Ostrander, Bounty Judge and eccentric recluse, fol­ lowing a veiled woman who proves to be the widow of a man tried before the judge Mid electrocuted for murder years before. , Her daughter is engaged to the Judge's •On, from whom he is estranged, but th® murder is between the lovers. She plans to clear her husband's memory and asks the judge's aid. Deborah ScoyJ'le reads the newspaper clippings telling tlie story «t the murder of Algernon Etheridge by lohn Scoville In Dark Hollo*ja twelve . years before. The Judge and Mrs. Sco­ ville meet at Spencer's Folly and she elbows him how, on the day of the mur­ der, she saw the shadow of a man, whit­ tling a stick and wearing a long peaked CSif. The Judge engagei? her and her flfeughter Reuther to live with him in his -OSysterious home. Deborah and her law- y*r. Black, go to the police station and He the Btiek used to murder Etheridge, She discovers a broken knife-blade point . embedded in It. Deborah and Reuther go to live with the Judge. Deborah sees a K»rtrait of Oliver, the Judge's son, with a ack band painted across the eyes. That night she finds, in Oliver's room, a cap Srith a peak like the shadowed one, and a knife with a broken blade-point. Anon- vrnous letters and a talk with Miss Weeks increase her suspicions and fears. She finds that Oliver was in the ravine on the murder night. Black warns her and shows her other anonymous letters hinting at Oliver's guilt. In the court room the Judge Is handed an anonymous Bote. The note Is picked up and read aloud. A mob follows the Judge to his home. Deborah tells him why suspicion has been aroused against Oliver. CHAPTER XI11--Continued. Once within the room, he became his oonrteous self once more. "Be seat­ ed," he begged, indicating a chair In ike half gloom. As she took it, the room sprang into sudden light. He had pulled the string which regulated the curtains over the glazed panes in the ceiling. Then as quickly all was gloom again;, be had let the string es­ cape from his hand. "Half light is better," he muttered la vague apology. It was a weird beginning to an In­ terview whose object was as yet in- Comprehensible to her. One minute a blinding glimpse of the room whose details were so varied that many of them still remained unknown to her-- the next, everything swept again into shadow through which the tall form of the genius of the place loomed with melancholy suggestion! She was relieved when he spoke. "Mrs. Scoville (not Deborah now) have you any confidence in Oliver's word? Has there ever been anything ttt his conversation as you knew it in Detroit to make you hesitate to re­ ply?" the judge persisted, as she con­ tinued speechless. "No; nothing. ' I have every con­ fidence in his assertions. I should have ]jfet, if it were not for this 'horror." "Forget it for a moment Recall his •Sect upon you as a man, a prospec­ tive son-in-law--for you meant him to marry Reuther." "I trusted him. I wduld trust him in many ways yet" "Would you trust him enough to be­ lieve that he would tell you the truth If you asked him point-blank whether his hands were clean of crime?" "Yes." The word came in a whis­ per; but there was no wavering in it. .She had felt the conviction dart like an arrow through her mind that Oli­ ver might slay a man in bis hate-- flight even conceal his guilt for years --but that he could not lie about it .when brought face to face with an ac­ cuser like herself. "Then I will let you read something he wrote at my request these many years ago: An experience--the tale of ope awful night, the horrors of Which, locked within his mind and mine, have never been revealed to a third person. That you should share our secret now, is not only necessary, but fitting. It becomes the widow of John Scoville to know what sort of a man she persists in regarding inno­ cent. Wait for me." With a quick step he wound his way among the various encumbering pieces of furniture to his bedroom. Here he lingered so long that, without any conscious volition of her own she found herself on her feet but she had not had time to reseat herself when she beheld him approaching with the bundle of loose sheets clutched in his hand. "I want you sit here and read," said ho, laying the manuscript down on a •mall table near the wall under a gas which he immediately lighted. "I am going back to my own desk. If you want to speak, you may; I shall not be forking." And she heard his foot- «teps retreating again in and out among the furniture till he reached his own chair and, sat before his own table. This onded all sound in the room ex­ cepting the beating of her own heart which had become tumultuous. Thank God! the manuscript was legible. Oliver's handwriting pos­ sessed the clearness of print. She had begun to read before she knew it, and huving begun, she never paused till she reached the end. I was fifteen. It was my birthday and I had my own ideas of how I want­ ed to spend it. My hobby was model­ ling. My father had no sympathy with this hobby. To him it was a waste of time better spent in study or such sports as would fit me for study. When on the day I mention I had a few hours of freedom, I de­ cided to begin the remodeling in clay of an exquisite statue which had great­ ly aroused my admiration. This statue stood in a forbidden place. It was one of the art treasures of the great house on the bluff com­ monly called Spencer's Folly. I had seen this marble once, when dining there with father, and was so im­ pressed by its beauty that it haunted me night and day. The boy of fifteen would attempt the impossible. I pro­ cured my clay and then awaited my opportunity. It came, as I have said, on my birthday. There was no one living in the house at this time. Mr. Spencer had gone West for the winder. The servants had been dismissed, and the place closed. What to every other person In town would have seemed an insuperable ob­ stacle to this undertaking, was no ob stacle to me. I knew how to get in. W "I Want You to Sit Here and Read," Said He. One day in my restless wanderings about a place which had something of the nature of a shrine to me, 1 had n'oticed that one of the windows (a swinging one) overlooking the ravine moved as the wind took it. Either the lock had given way or it had not been properly fastened. If I could only bring myself to disregard the narrow­ ness of the ledge separating the house from the precipice beneath I felt that I could reach thi§ window and sever the vines sufficiently for my body to press in; and thiB 1 did that night. I let myself go--I had to--and imme­ diately found myself standing upright in a space so narrow 1 could* touch the walls on either side. It was a closet I had entered, opening into the huge dining hall, where I had once sat be­ side my father at the one formal meal of my life. I remembered that room; It hafl made a great impression upon me, and snmp light finding its way through the panes of uncurtained glass which topped eaeh of the three windows over­ looking the ravine, I soon was able to find the door leading into the drawing room. I had brought a small lantern in the bag slung to my shoulders, but I had not hitherto dared to use it on ac­ count of the transparency of the panes I have mentioned; but once in the per­ fectly dark recesses of the room be­ yond, I drew it out, and without the least fear of detection boldly turned it upon the small alcove where stood the object of my adoration. I knelt berore the glimmering marble aud un­ rolled my bundle of wet'clay. I began my work, then I began to realise a little the nature of the task I had undertaken and to ask myself whether if I stayed all night I could finish it to my mind. It was during one of these moments of hesitation that I heard the fiist growl of distant thunder. But the thunder growled again and my head rose, this time In I'eal alarm A man--two men were entering by the great front door. 1 heard a loud laugh, and the tipsy exclamation of a voice I knew: "There! Bhut the door, can't you. before it's blown from its binges? You'll find overything jolly here. Wine, lights, solitude in which to finish our game and a roaring good opportunity to sleep afterwards." The answer I failed to catch. I was which would rid me instantly of any proximity to this hideous object. I flung myself St it--found the knob- turned it and yelled aloud--my foot had brushed against him. I knew the difference and it sent me palpitating over the threshold; but no farther. Love of life had$£eturned with my es­ cape from that awful prison house, and I halted in the semld&rkness into which 1 bad plunged, thanking heaven for the thunder peal which had drowned my loud cry. For I was not yet safe. He was still there. He had turned out all lights but one. He had not seen me and was going. I could hear the sound of his feet as he went stum­ bling in his zigzag course towards the door. Then every sound both on his part and on mine was lost in a swoop of down-falling rain and I remember nothing more till out of the blackness simply paralyzed by terror. As the before me, he started again into view. door of the room opened to admit them, I succeeded in shutting that of the closet into jwhich I had flung my­ self--or almost so. I did not dare to l?tch it. for they were already in &e room* and might hear me. "This is the spot for us." came in Spencer's most jovial tones. "Big table, whisky handy, cards right here iu my pocket. Walt, till I strike a light!" A gas jet shot up, then two, then all that the room contained. "How's that? What's a flash more or less now!" I heard no answer, only the slap of the cards as they were flung onto the table; then the clatter of a key as it turned in some distant lock. The bottles were brought forward and they sat down one on each side of the dusty mahogahy table. The man facing me was Spencer, the other eat witfo his back my way. "We'll play till the hands point to three," announced Spencer, taking out his watch and laying it down where both could see it. "Do you agree to that?--unless I win and your funds go a-begging before that hour." "I agree." The tone was harsh; it was almost smothered. The man was staring at the watch; there was a strange set look to his figure; a paus­ ing as of thought--of sinister thought, I should now say; then I never stopped to characterize it; it was fol­ lowed too quickly by a loud laugh and a sudden grab at the cards. "You'll win! I feel it in my bones," came in encouraging tones from the rich man. "If you do"--here the storm lulled and his voice sank to an en­ couraging whisper--"you can buy the old tavern up the road. It's going for a song; and then well be neigh bore and can play--play--" . . . The bills had all gone one way. They fell within Spencer's grasp. Sud­ denly hard upon a rattling peal which seemed to unite heaven and earth, I heard shouted out: "Half-past two! The game stops at three." "Damn your greedy eyes!" came back in a growl. Then all was stiU, fearfully still, both in the atmosphere outside and in that within, during which I caught sight of the stranger's hand moving slowly around to his back and returning as slowly forward, all under cover of the table-top and a stack of half-empty bottles. "1 can buy the Claymore tavern, can I? Well, I'm going to," rang out into the air as the speaker leaped to his feet. "Take that, you cheat! And that! And that He Had Not Seen Me and Was Going. gone, and my soul a very charnel house. I had to re-enter, that closet; had to take the only means of escape prof­ fered. But I went through it as we go through the horrors of nightmare. I simply did it and escaped all-- ! lightning flash and falling limb, and I the lasso of swirling winds--to find myself at last lying my full length ! along the bridge amid a shock of ele- j ments such as nature seldom sports with. Here I clung, for I was breath­ less, waiting with head buried in my 'arm for the rain, to abate before 1 at­ tempted a further efceape from the place which held such horror for me! But no abatement came, and feeling And the shots rihg j the brld*e shaking under me almost to out--one. two, three! Spencer was dead in his Fblly. .. . . had seen him rise, throw up his hands. rea*hed '*• middle cracking, 1 began to crawl, inch by I j inch, along its gaping boards till I and then fall in a heap among the cards and glasses. Then the man who stood there alone turned slightly and I saw his face. I have seen it many tlmeB since; I have seen it at Claymore tav­ ern. He put the weapon back in his pocket and began gathering up the money. When every bill was in his pockets he reached out his hand for the watch. Then I saw him smile. He There God stopped me. For, with a clangor as of rending worlds, a bolt hot from the zenith, sped down upon the bluff behind me. throwing me down again upon my face and engulfing sense and understand­ ing for one wild moment. Then I sprang upright and with a yell of terror sped across the rocking boards beneath me to the road, no longer battling with my desire to look back; smiled as he shut the case, he smiled no longer asking myself when and how that dead man would be found; no as he plunged it in after the bills N«ixt moment I woke to a reallza longer even asking my own duty in tion of myself and all the danger of ca"e' for SpW88 °D my own position. I bad the instinct flre and.th« cnme \ ,ha<1 8e'n fer to make a leap for the window over Petrated t#her® T* .be 8 Cri#me my head and clutch at its narrow sill st_r^ken from the 8,ght of men fPr" in a wild attempt at escape. But the efTort ended precipitately. He was coming toward me--a strain­ ing, panting figure--half carrying, half dragging, the dead man who flopped aside from his arms. My senses blurred and I knew nothing till on a sudden they cleared again, and I woke to the blessed realisation that the door had been pushed against my slen­ der figure, hiding it completely from his sight, and that this door was now closed again and this time tightly, and 1 was safe--safe! The relief sent the perspiration in a reek from every pore; but the icy revulsion came quickly. As I drew up knees to get a better purchase on the sill, heaven's torch was suddenly lit up, the closet became a pit of dazzling whiteness amid which I saw the blot of that dead body, with head propped against the wall and eyes- Remember, I was but fifteen. The legs were hunched up and almost touched mine. The door--the door-- there was my way--the only way ever. In the flare of its tremendous burn­ ing I found my way up through the forest road to my home and into my father's presence. He like everybody else was up that night, and already ; alarmed at my continued absence i ' Spencer's Folly is on fire," I cried, • as he cast dismayed eyes at my pallid I and dripping figure. "If you go to tho door, you can see It!" But I told him nothing more. Perhaps other boys of my age can understand my silence. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Skunks Enemies of Caterpillars. A new field of usefulness has been found for the much-ridiculed skunk in the fact that it is a vigorous enemy of the full-grown range caterpillars. Birds are of no service whatever in destroy­ ing these large caterpillars, but skunks devour quantities of them, and this is another reason why these little crea­ tures should receive more considera­ tion than they now do. •POETRY AT SLUMBER TIME Itiflht Kind of Reading Will Compost the Mind for Proper and Sati% fy'ng Rest An exchange recommends the read- tag of a fine soul-felt poem before retiring for the night's rest It tends to compose the soul and put It in harmony with the truth and goodness Of things. A novel will not do that •or a newspaper, nor anything that sets the mind in a flutter. Read- teg a poem--one of the good old kind that goes into the heart and has a Qlce time there, is like floating down a quiet stream, past the fragrance of mowers and the song of the birds. Kever bad that experience^ NOW, shiftless. Indeed! Did you ever try reading **8now- Jliound" on an evening when the snow 'lias piling up the "silent deep and white?" Well, try It, when the weath­ er allows. Whlttier will give one some­ thing for any evening, Tennyson's Idyls are a little more urgent, but they •re as tranquillizing as a gentle arm but takes too much thought: Browning, too, and Lowell, but Lougfellov- not so much. But as easy at euiiiini? is the humorous kind, like Riley. But there are hundreds of poepia floating about as sweet as a bush' of roses. Take them in and read thqm before going to bed. Big Game, Sure. A senator from a southern state always has an abundance of good southern tales at his command. Here is one he tells of some friends of his who were visiting in Savannah, and who had chartered an old broken- down hack driven by a negro. The old fellow was a native, and, of course, was on his job In pointing out all the places of interest along ths route. As they jogged along out in the suburbs a squirrel appeared in the road That was sufficient to arouse intense inter­ est in one of tbe party, who inquired, anxiously: "Do you hare stay big suae around here?" "Yes, sub; Indeed, suh," replied the dark®*-; "we has baseball."--Harper's MUCH JOY IN ANTICIPATION Its Stimulating Effect Seldom Given the Credit Which It So Thor- oughly Deserves Few people realize bow much bene­ fit they obtain from anticipation. In­ deed, were it not for its stimulating effect upon our minds half tbe Joy of living would vanish because by look­ ing forward into the future and trying to realize our pleasures and ambitions before they actually come to us we largely increase their happy effects. The man who is unable to anticipate the future in any way whatever, who sees no reason in trying to taste his joys beforehand, who derives Ho satis­ faction in building upon his hopes, misses a great deal of very wholesome pleasure. Common sense tells him. so he argues, that it is unwise to count upo/i anything in this life unless it Is but. even admitting the fact that an­ ticipation is not always the part of wisdom, there is no questioning the fact that it is very delightful to be unwise in this way at times. If we did not look forward to what is to come with hearts full of hope and expec­ tancy how could we get through with soma. of the harder days of life? If we did not depend in so large n, meas­ ure upon our anticipations how could we hope to overcome our discourage­ ments? Anticipation is in a way the twin slater of the zest of life--Charles­ ton News and Courier. Measures Here and Abroad. A yard and a pound are "for all practical and most scientific purposes" (as the editor of Nature remarks) the same in the United States and in Oreat Britain. The United States gallon is only five-sixths of the imperial gal­ lon, and the United States bushel ap- actually in his grasp, but then most i proximately thirty-two-tbirty-thirds of of us get some very real joy at times ! the inrperial oushel. Our standard in acting contrary to the routine te§ch | meter is the international prototype ing of com mo r sense. We do not I meter; that of Great Britain is shorter mean by this, of course, that K i8 ever i than ours by Bix-tenths of s micron, host to ignore oar better Judgment | ur. g,3M-bttUie«M4* Ql ' V ' V « *' . ' ' V-, • '. J • • V •C/',' HA.Q A "LIGHTNING" SHAVE within the' open doorway where in the glare of what he called heaven's can­ dles he stood, poising himself to pieet tbe gale which seemed ready to catch him up and whirl him with other in­ consequent things into the void of nothingness. Then darkness settled again and I was left alone with Mur­ der--a!! the !««ocence of my youth How Man Who Knew Human Nature t.^ooled Barber and Got • . Dinner on Time. "The other evening about six o'clock 1 was sitting in a barber's chair get­ ting dolled up'," said a downtown man, according to the Washington Star, "when a friend of mine came rushing in, threw off his hat and coat flung himself in a vacant chair and cried to- the barber standing by: " 'Henj, hurry up and give me a lightning shave! I've got to catch a train; got just two minutes to spare. Step lively, now, or I'll miss that train, sure shot!' "The barber busied himself at hii swiftest speed, and in a Bhort time my hurrying friend was shaved and gone. "What was my surprise, therefore, when that evening about 9:30 o'clock, as 1 was strolling about the foyer of a theater between the acts, I saw that train-catching friend of mine leaning leisurely against a pillar there smok­ ing a cigarette. '"Why, I thought you had to leave town in a hurry this evening,* I ex­ claimed in surprise. 'You were in a fervid rush at the barber shop,' "My friend 6miled. " "There wasn't any train to catch,' he answered, 'but I 'don't suppose you fully understand the psychology of the barber. I did want a quick shave; wanted it just, as much and just as quickly as though I had been hurrying to catch a train, for I was going out to a rather formal dinner party with trfis theater attachment afterward, and 1 was badly pressed for time wherein to get shaved and dressed. " 'Now, if I had told the barber that I was invited to dinner and was in a hurry because I had small time to pre­ pare and' didn't want to be late it would have meant nothing at all to him. In his experience the matter of a bachelor being five or ten minutes late to a dinner has never been of any particular importance, and hence it is beyond his comprehension that one should need hurry to promptly fill any such engagement through any other motive than bald hunger. The flagrant breach of good manners, amounting al­ most to an insult to the hostess, in­ volved in, being late to dinner is as much beyond hi8 understanding as the problems of the fourth dimension. " 'But wheu I .told hiu 1 was in a hurry to catch a train, that appealed to him, for some time In his life he's had to hurry to catch one, and just made it by tbe skin of his teeth-- everybody has. Accordingly his mem­ ory of his own feelings and his conse­ quent imagination of my predicament came to my assistance and spurred him on. You noticed how that fellow hurtled to get over my face and how pleased with himself he was because he had been so expeditious about it. didn't you?'" His Big Thought. % . Dr. M. 8. Rice of Detroit tells this story on himself. He is a great ad­ mirer of Bishop Quayle, and in his earlier ministry was much impressed by the statement of that eloquent di­ vine that some of his greatest thoughts had eome to him when he was in "God's out-of-doors" during ter­ rific storms. "I made up my mind," said Doctor Rice, "that I would go out in the very next big storm and see if I couldn't have a great thought, too. It came in the middle of the night l>ut that never daunted me, and two o'clock In the morning found me sitting out on a rock, drenched to the skin, and with thunder and lightning going on all dbout me, but no great thoughts with­ in. Years afterward I told Bishop Quayle about it. "The only thought I had, I said, was what a big fool I was." " 'Well,' drawled he, 'wasn't that worth while?* " Rats as Plague Transmitters. In view of the admitted importance of the rat in the transmission of plague, the study of this disease among rodents has become as neces- lary from tbe point of view of pre­ ventive hygiene as Is the management nf the human cases when they arise- In a report to the local government board of England, oh rat plague in East Anglia during the period from July to October, 1911, the magnitude of a single campaign is shown. Dur­ ing four months 15,332 rats were ex­ amined for plague infection. Thirty- five of the rats were found to be plague infected. Twenty-seven premi­ ses were found to harbor plague-in­ fected rats, The places were all with­ in an area previously pronounced to be infected. The rat destruction, which has been maintained by local enterprise for somewhat more than a year, had, in many localities, appre­ ciably diminished the rat population. This By-Product of the Farm Will Make Many Western Caoada Farmers Rich. ' Alberta wool growers are looking for 25 cent wool this year. That is the assertion made by a prominent sheep­ man of the Grassy Lake district "It Is quite within the pale of possibility that we will receive that figure from our wool this summer," said he, "and 1 would not be surprised to see some get more than that. "The war has caused a great demand to be made on the woolen mills, and they have got to have the raw mate rial."' The present season has been most propitious for the growing of wool, and the growers expect to reap a big har •est of a splendid quality. The winter has been very even, and the sheep are doing well on the ranges. No special creed of sheep is kept on Western Canada farms, and all seem to do well. The advice of those Interested in the welfare of the farm ers of Western Canada, advise all who can at all do so to enter upon the raising of sheep. They have proved most profitable to those who go into that industry on a scale commensu rate with their means, and their farm area. The climate Is perfectly adapted to the raising of sheep, they are easily kept, and as pointed out there is good money to be made out of them.--Ad­ vertisement. Rheumatism IsTorture Many pains that pass As rheumatism are due to the failure of the hiflpeya to drive off uric acid thoroughly. WbM you suffer achy, bad joints, backache too. dizziness and urinary diaturbaneM. get Doan's Kidney Pllla, the remedy that Is recommended by over MjM people in many different lands. Doaa's Kidney Pllla help weak kidneys to drive out the urtc add which so often causes backache, rheumatism and lum* bago. An Iowa Case L L Embree, Hasklns, la., says: "For years I had backache and weak kidneys. I slept poorly and morn­ ings was all tired out J.had bad at­ tacks of nervous­ ness and the kid- n e y secretions passed too often. Doan's Kidney Pills cured me and there hasn't been the least return of the trouble." Cat Doaii'a at Aty Stat*. fO« a - -- DOAN'SVfl.TV FOSTER-MILBURN CO, BUFFAIO, 14, T. 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In an address at Washington re­ cently before the Potomac presbytery of the Presbyterian church, President Wilson spoke of incidents of his boy­ hood when he assisted his father, a Presbyterian clergyman "He had a risky habit of saying ex­ actly what he thought," said the presi­ dent, "a habit which I in part inherit­ ed and of which I have had diligently to cure myself. "But be was the best instructor, the most inspiring companion, I ven turo to say, a youngster ever had, and in facing a Southern presbytery I cannot think of myself as the presi­ dent of the United States--I can only think of myself as the son Joseph R. vVilson, and I only wish 1* could claim some of the vital connection with the church which he could claim." Sie&mhnen 9>taoLt%Uti "M 'Mi •'•••% -j* A'j& f-i Reliable evidence Is abundant that women are constantly being restored to health bjr Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound The many testimonial letters tnat we are continually lishing in the newspapers--hundreds of them--are all genu­ ine, true and unsolicited expressions of heartfelt gratitude' for the freedom from suffering that has come to these; women solely through the use of Lydla E. PlnktuussW Vegetable Compound. Money could not buy nor any kind of influence obtain such recommendations; you may depend upon it that aiiy testimonial we publish is honest and true--if you have any doubt of this write to the women whose true names ana addresses are always given, and learn for yourself, v - f Read this one from Mrs. Waters! $ CAMDEN, N.J.--MI was sick for two years with nervous spells, and my kidneys were affected. I had a doctor all the time and used a; galvanic battery, but nothing did me any good. I was not able to go i a couch or in a sleeping-chair, Finally my doctor went awav to bed, but spent my time on a couch or in a sleeping-chair, and soon skeleton. Finally my doctor went away for his heard of Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable How U. 8. Rose From the Ocean. An interesting exhibit shown by the United States geological survey at tbe Panama-Pacific exposition in San Fran­ cisco is the illustration of the develop­ ment of the surface features of the United States and adjoining lands-- the gradual rise of the cuntiiieut from the primal ocean and the accompany­ ing development of life--a pictorial story of progress from the early flsh and the huge half-reptile features known as sauriaos to the higuer mam­ mals such as the great saber-tooth tiger and the giant hyena. became almost a skeleton. health, and my husband Comixmnd and got me some. In two months I got relief and now I vf am like a new woman and apt at my usual weight. I recommend j pur medicine to every one and so does my h06beM»*<-~lfi& XtLU® ^ •TKBS, 530 Mechanic Street, Camden, NJT. From Hanover, Penn. >1^"^ HAJTOVKB, PA.--" I was a very weak woman and enflmd ftm ^ X' bearing down pains and backache. I had been married over four^-^4* years and had no children. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound proved an excellent remedy for it made me a well woman. After taking a few bottles my pains disappeared, and we now hav j one of*-' the finest boy babies you ever saw."--Mia. C. A. RFJX, It I- tfo.5, Ilanover, Pa. ^ ^ Now answer this question if you can. Why should a woman continue to suffer without fij-st giving Lydia E. - Pinkham's Vegetable Compound a trial ? You know that ' it has saved many others--why should it fail in your case? , F&r 80 ran Lydia E. PinkhaiteN Vegetable Compound has been the standard remedvi'orl'e- male ills. Ino one sick with nmuituS aliments !!)/& does justice to herself if she does not try this fa­ mous medicine made from roots and herbs. It has restored so many suffering women to heidth. •^^Writeto LYDIA E.PISKHA* MEDICI!*E00. 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