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Bj ETHELHUESTON HilllliMwia Co»l - i - ^. Am^kmt of •prudence OF wa p^MtsoNMac, ̂ • : > ' '• *..«• -,,>y H'&v aWT I CHAPTER XII--Continued. --13-- , . : I j . nle*s eyes were very bright. She winked hard ft few times, choking back the rush of tears. Then with an Im­ pulsiveness she did not often show, she lifted her father's hand and kissed It passionately. "Oh, father," she whispered. "I was so afraid--you wouldn't quite see." 8he kissed his hand again. . Carol looked at her sister respectfyl- /*ly. "Connie," she said, "I certainly beg your pardon. I Just wanted to be clever, and didn't know what I was talking about. When you have fin­ ished it, give it to me, will you? I want to read it, too; I think it must be won- derfu!." She held out a slender shapely hand IUHI Connie took it quickly, clumsily, Mr. Starr Sat for * Long Time Star­ ing Straight Before -Him Into •ad the two glris torne# toward the The danger In reading things," said Mr. Starr, and they paused to listen, **the danger is that we may find argu­ ments we cannot answer ; we may feel that we have been in the wrong, that what we read is right. There's the danger. Whenever yob find anything like that, Connie, will you bring tt to me? I think I can find the answgrjfor you. If I don't know Iti I will lookun- til I come upon It. For we have been given an answer to every argument. You'll come to me, won't you?" "Yes, father, I will--I- know you'll flBd the answers." After the door had closed behind them, Mr. Starr Sat for a long time «ft|ring straight before him Into space. *The Connie problem," he said at And then, "111 have to be better I*te with her. Connie's going to be fjfetty fine, I believe." *777' ff An& s&e-^gavW* eat CHAPTER XHFC? •»A life? \4'> .• Boosting Connie." was past fifteen wan­ nounced gravely one day, 'Tve changed nlf- mind. I'm going to be an author." J'An author," scoffed Carol. "You! I .thought you were going to get .mar­ ried and have eleven children." "Oh, I've plenty of time for them yet, •tifcen I find a father for them. Yes, going to be an author." ¥5jK3an you write?" fejf'Of course I can write." r ""What makes you think you can f| wjrlte, Con?" Inquired Lark, with genu- toe interest. . J- *'I have already done it.". • . < "Was it any good¥* was fine." * j. i 'Carol and Lark smiled at each other. ' ^*'Yes," .said Carol, "she has the long- ^ ' wired instinct. I see it now. They al­ ways say it is fine. Was It a master- ipfece. Connie?" .-"Well, considering my youth and In <icperience, It was," Connie admitted, «r eves sparkling appreciatively. i&rol's wit was po longer lost upon :her, at any rate. "Bring it out. Let's see It. Tve Siever met« masterpiece yet--except a Idead one," said Lark. , "No--no," Connie backed up quick­ er "You can't see it, and--don't ask W more about it. Has father gone ;'-t««t?" ' The twins stared at her again. fc^PVhat's the matter with you?" *"Nothing, but it's my story and yon iCftn't see It. That settles It. Was there fifty mall today?" Afterward the twins tfjked 1* ovqr yjr\ " 'together. . "What made her back -down like that?" Carol wondered. "Just when i#e had her going." Sr "Why, didn't you catch onto thatff awful, 'Hp* has sent It oif to a' magazine, of •«purse, and she doesn't want us to I ilgiow about It. I saw through it right [know al • m Carol Carol looked at her twin with new t. "Did you ever send 'em ofT?" I*rk flushed a little. "Yes, I did, lit&d always got 'em back, too--worse djpck. That's why I gave it up."- | "What did you do with them when •mey came back?" '"Burned them. They always btirn fhem. Gonnlell get hers back, and Jhe'lt tmrn it, too," was the laconic {[newer. I "You wait until she can't eat a meal, £nd then you'll know she's got it back. 1$iany's the time Prudence made me ijtake medicine, just because I got a tory back. Prudence thought It was uamyache. The symptoms are a good *lt the same." i So Carol watched, and sure enough, ^Kthere came a day when the hrlghHight hope In Connie's eyes gave way to , w sober sadness of certainty. Her -V • f-.v» light had failed. her dinner. ,,A :l ^ . Lark kicked Carol's foot under the table, and the two exchanged amused glances. "Connie's not well," said liark with • worried air. "She isn't eating a thing. You'd better give her a dose of that tonic, Aunt Grace." "I'm not sick," the crushed young au­ thor protested. "I'm Just not hungry." "You can see for yourself," insisted Lark. "Look at her. isn't she sick? Many *s the long illness Prudence staved off for me by a dose of this magic tonic: You'd better make her take It, father. You can see she's sick." "You'd better take a little, Connie," her father decided. "You don't look very well today." And the aspiring yoting genital was obliged to swallow the bitter dose. After the meal was over, Carol shad­ owed Connie closely, Sure enough, she headed straight for her own room, and Carol, close outside, heard a crump­ ling of paper. She opened the door quickly and went in. Connie turned, startled, a guilty red staining her pale face. Carol sat down sociably on the side of the bed, politely ignoring Con­ nie's feeble attempt to keep the crum­ pled manuscript from her sight. She engaged her sister in a broad-minded and sweeping conversation, adroitly leading It up to the subject of litera­ ture. But Connie would not, be In­ veigled Into a confession. Then Carol took a wide leap. "Did you get the story back?" Connie gazed at her with an awe that was almost superstltlouS4 . , , "I sure did," she said. "Hard luck," said Carol, In a matter- of-fact voice. "Let's see It." Connie hesitated, but finally passed it over. 'Til take it to my own room and read it, If you don't mind." More eagerly than she would have liked Connie to know, Carol curled her­ self upon the bed to read Connie's mas­ terpiece. It was a simple story, but Connie did have a way of saying things, and--Carol laid it down in her lap and stared at it thoughtfully. Then she called Lark. "Look here," she said abruptly. "Read this. It's the masterpiece." She maintained a perfect silence while Lark perused the crumpled manuscript. "Is it any good?" pursued Carol. "Why, yes, I think it is. It's Just like folks you know. They talk as we do, and--I'm surprised they didn't keep it. I've read 'em a whole lot worse !" "Connie's disappointed," Carol said. "I think she needs a little boost. I be­ lieve she'll really get there If we kind of crowd her along for a while. We'll just copy It over, and send It out again." . " "And if it comes back?" r" • "We'll send It again. WeH get the name of every magazine inthe library, and give 'em all a chance to start the newest author on the rosy way." "ItH take a lot Of stamps" "That's so. Well, I have half a dol­ lar," admitted Carol reluctantly. After that the weeks passed by. The twins saw finally the shadow of disap­ pointment leaving Connie's face, and another expression of absorption take its place. " "She's started another one," Lfcrk said, wise in her personal experience. And when there came the starry rapt gaze once more, they knew that this one, too, had gone to meet its fate But before the second blow fell, the twins gained their victory. They embraced each other feverishly, and kissed the precious check a hundred times, and Insisted that Connie was the cleverest little darling that ever lived on earth. Then, when Connie, with their father and aunt, was sitting in unsuspecting quiet, they tripped in upon her. "We have something to read to you," said Carol beaming paternally at Con­ nie. "Listen attentively. Put down your paper, father. It's Important. Go on Larkle." "My dear Miss Starr," read Lark. "We are very much pleased with your story,"--Connie sprang suddenly from her chair--"your story, 'When the Rule Worked Backwards.' We are pin ring it In ohe of our early numbers, and shall be glad at any time to have the pleasure of examining more of your work. We inclose our check for forty- five dollars. Thanking you, and assur­ ing you of the satisfaction with which we have read your story, I am, "Very cordially yours,"-- "Tra, lalalalalal" sang the twins, dancing around the room, waving, one the letter, the other the check. Connie's face was pale, and she caught her head with both hands, laughingly nervously. "I'm going round," she gasped. "Stop me.'r Carol promptly pushed her down in a chair and sat upon her lap. "Pretty good--eh, what?" *0h, Cnrol, don't say that, it sounds cautioned Lark. What do you think about Jt^ Con­ nie? Pretty fair boost for a strug­ gling young authof, don't you think? Family, arise! The Chautauqua Sa­ lute! "We have arrived. Connie Id an author. Forty-five dollars!" "But however did you do it?" Won­ dered Connie breathlessly. "Why, we sent it out, i» "Just once?" f "Alas, no--we sent it seven times,' Connie laughed excitedly. "Oh, Oh ! --forty-five dollars! Think of it Oh, father!" "Where's the story," he asked, a lit tie Jealously. •'Why didn't you let me look it over, Connie?" "Oh. father, I--couldn't. I--I--I felt shy about it. You don't know how it is father, but--Wf want to keep them hid den. We don't get proud of theiQ until they've been accepted." "Korty-Hv« <lollars." ' Aunt *Grace klK«e<l her warmly. "And the letter is worth a hundred tlmfes more to 4s than Lhat. And wUeu we see the stoi 3 - "We'll go thirds on the • money, twins," said Connie. The twins looked..eager, Irat consci­ entious.. "No," they said, "it's j^st a boost, yon know. We cant take the money," ^ "Oh, you've got to go thirds. You ought to have it all. I would have burned it." "No, Connie," said Carol, "we know you aren't worth devotion like ours, but we donate-It Just the same--it's gratis." "AH right,." said Connie. "I know what you want, anyhow. Come op, auntie, let's go down town, I'm afraid that sliver silk mull will be sold before we get there.**' The twins fell" upon her ecstatically1. "Oh, Connie,;you mustn't We can't allow it. Oh, of course if you Insist, dearest, only--" And then they rushed to find hats and gloves for their gen­ erous sister and devoted aunt. The second story came back in due time, but with the boost still strong in her memory, and wtth the fifteen dol­ lars in the bank, Copnie bore tt brave­ ly and started It traveling once more. Most of the stories never did find a permanent lodging place, and Connie carried an old box to the attic for a repository for her mental fruits that couldn't make friends away from home. But she never despaired again. And the twins, after their own man­ ner, calmly took to themselves full credit for the career which they be­ lieved lay not far before her. CHAPTER XIV. V A 'Millionaire's Son. < Jim doesn't ask for a data fdf the concert next week, Lark, lefs sntib him good." "Oh, don't worry. He always asks. You have that same discussloa every time there's anything going on. It's just a waste of time." Mr. Starr looked up from his mail. "Complexion and boys with Carol, books and boys with Lark, Connie, If you begin that nonsense you'll get spanked. One member of my family shall rise above it, if I have to do it with force." Connie blushed. - The twins broke into open derision. "Connie! Oh, yes, Connie's above that nonsense." ' • > "Connie's the worst In the family, father, only she's one of those re­ served, supercilious souls who doesn't tell everything she knows." "'Nonsense.' I wish father could have heard Lee Hanson last night. It would have been a revelation to him. 'Aw, go on, Connie, give us a kiss.'" Connie caught her lips between her teeth. Her face was scartet. "Twins!" "It's a fact, father. He kept ns awake. 'Aw, go on, Connie, be good to a fellow.'" "j--i--" began Connie defensively. "Well, we Isnow It. Don't Interrupt wh3n we're telling things. You always spoil a good story by cutting in. 'Aw, go on, Cohrile, go on, now!' And Con­ nie said--" The twins rocked off In a paroxysm of laughter, and Connie flashed a murderous look at them. "Well, I--" '•Give us time, Connie. We're com­ ing to that. And Connie said, Tm go­ ing in now; Tm sleepy.' " "I didn't--father, I didn't!" "Well, you might have said a worse thing than that" he told her sadly. "I mean--I--" "She did say If cried the twin*. "I'm sleepy.' Just like that" "Well, It would make yon sick," de­ clared Connie, wrinkling up her nose to express her disgust "Are boys al­ ways like that father?" "Don't ask me," he hedged promptly. "How should I know?" "Oh, Connie, how can yon! There's father--now, he never cared to kiss the girls even in his bad and baln?y "Isn't it lovely?*' exclaimed Carol. "We can use him to make Jim Forrest jealous If be doesn't ask for that date?" And she rose up and kissed her father. "Will you' kindly get back to your seat, young lady, and not interfere with my thoughts?" he reproved hetj sternly but with twinkling eyes, "The trouble Is I have to go to Fort Mad!* son on the noon train for that Epworth League convention. I'd like to see that boy. Andy's doo* well, I guess. I've always heard so. He's a milHon&ire, they say." For a long second his daughters gazed at him speechlessly. Then, "A milliQExaire's son," Lark fal­ tered feebly. "But I have to go to Fort Madison. I am on the program tonight There's the puzzle." "Oh, father, yon can leave him to ns," volunteered Lark. "We'll be love­ ly, Just lovely. A millionaire's son! Oh, yes, daddy, you can trust him to us all right" At last he caught the drifts of their enthusiasm. "Ah! I see! That fatal charm. You're sure you'll treat him nicely?" "Oh, yes, father, so sure. A million­ aire's son. We've never even seen one yet." "Now, look here, girls, fix the house up and carry It off the besf you can. TO be gone until the end of the week, since I'm on for the last night, too. Will you do your best?" After his departure, Carol gathered the family forces about her without a moment's delay. "A millionaire's son," she prefaced her remarks, and as she had expected, was rewarded with Immediate atten­ tion. "Now, kfor darling father's s$ke, we've got to manage this thing the very best we can. We have to make this Andy Hedges, millionaire's son, think we're J^st about all right for father's sake. We must have a gen­ erous dinner, to start with. We'll plan that a little later. Now I think. Aunt Grace, lovely, it would be nice for yon to wear your lavender lace gown, and look delicate, don't you? A chaperon­ ing auntie In poor health is so aristo­ cratic. You 1 lust wear the lavender satin slippers and have a bottle of cologne to lift frequently to your sen­ sitive nostrils." "Why, Carol, William wouldn't like it!" "Wouldn't like it!" ejaculated the schemer In surprise. "Wouldn't like it! Why wouldn't he like it? Didn't he tell us to create a good Impression? Well, this is It. You'll make a lovely semt-lnvalid auntie. You must have a faintly perfumed handkerchief to press to your eyes now and then. It Isn't hot enough for you slowly to wield a graceful fan, but we can get along .without It." "But, Carol--r" .. r "Think how pleased dear father will be if his old college chum's son Is prop­ erly Impressed," Interrupted Carol hur­ riedly, and proceeded at Once with her plane (TO BB CONTINUED.) RELIGION OF THE CHILDREN "Ifs a 8ha<n«," He Said, and Again: •What a Shame!" days, did you, daddy? Oh, no, father was all for the strictly orthodox even In his youth !" Mr. Starr returned precipitately to his mail, and the twin? calmly resumed the discussion where it had been .inter­ rupted. A Uttle later a quick iexclamatlon from their father made them turn to him Inquiringly. "It's a shame," he' said, and agatn: "What a shame!" , "Why, it's a letter from Andrew Hedges--an old college chum of mine. His son Is going West and Andy la sending him around this way to see me and meet my family. He'll be here this afternoon. l*n't It a shamef" Spirit of Faith, Hope and Love Toward the Father and Mother Is Off­ spring's World. We need not follow the antiquarians, back Into the era of the cave dwellers In our search for the ocigin of religion. Religion Is reborn In the birth of every babe, says Lyman Abbott In the Out­ look. He needs no teacher'to tell him that he is dependent on his mother for his food, anu a widening sense of his helpless dependence on her grows with his widening experience. Her service to him awakens his gratitude, her brooding love for him inspires m him an answering love. If she is wise as well as an affec­ tionate mother, he early recognizes her authority and learns that prompt' obedience Is one secret of happiness. If she loves and honors her husband' her child's love and honolr follows hers to the strong stranger. If she has piety as well as human affection, he dimly perceives In her prayers at his bedside an experience which he presently wishes he might share. Thus there grows up in him a spirit of dependence, gratitude, love, rever­ ence, obedience, faith--and this spirit Is religion. It antedates all theology, precedes thought, transcends defini­ tion. The spirit of faith, hope and love toward father and mother Is the child's religion. The conception of God and his duties toward God comes i*t*. • 11 irifjiVilijiii'i'i Vi'ii "Tijij ii'ir,' ' His VltWf "I expect to remain at least two weeks If your accommodations prove satisfactory," said the horse-fftced Kent. "I wish a room with southern and western exposure. I observe that the railroad runs within half a block of the hotel--you will kindly request the company to refrain from blowing their engine whistles in this vicinity. Persons in adjoining rooms should be cautioned about making unnecessary noises. I wish prompt service at meals, and am especially desirous of having strictly fresh peanut - butter, Kuta Bltta health food, distilled water, and--" "Uh-huh!" nonchalantly returned the landlord of the Petunia Tavern. "What you want, podner, 'pears to be OuIJa board, not plain village board. Well, the--yaw-w-w-wn! -- house la full, and 1 can't accommodate yoo,"-- Kansas City 8tar. New York.--Paris has tent h^r clothes over here. We have viewed them. They have been acceptable In large measure and approved of in fult measure. And yet observes a promi­ nent fashion writer, we don't under­ stand why they should be as they are. They are a somersault from what jbas been. Paris has preached demurenVss, economy, simplicity and modesty. Her cloths have been symbolic of the tidal wave of depression' that swept over hear spirit since 1914. The Reason for the Change. Do you realize whV Paris has sent us over such brilliant, alluring, rich Clothes? It is because American mon­ ey has burst upon her with such force that she has gone up ip a balloon, fig­ uratively speaking. France settled herself down for de- mure clothes on the day of the war and has kept to this contract with herself, compelling the rest of the world to dress likewise; but in the autumn of 1917 there burst upon her astonished vision the vanguard of America. They were not commercial buyers; they were not cosmopolitan multi-millionaires who aped the French woman. They were the true repre­ sentatives of 'a country whose vastness and resources France had only guess­ ed at Boys in blue flannel sailor suits had bank accounts of ten thousand dollars each; women in Red Cross uniforms could afford five hundred dol­ lars per gown, If they wished; privates in khaki paid their bills without look­ ing at their change; canteen workers hid under their collars strings of pearls worth fifty thousand dollars. All these Americans laughed and went to the theater and ordered expensive dinners and Joked~with the mldinettes. The confusing part about this sltu-i ation is that America is getting into the spirit of economy and somberness that Paris had a year ago. Our re­ formers preach standardization, uni­ formity in clothes; our economists preach conservation; our emotionalists beg us to go about in black, without smites and turning our heads from the .wiles of pleasure, as though .we were early Puritans. *. \ % , Chemise Robe. Among the new evening gowns from France this spring the twelfth century tnnlc is as frequently seen as in the street gowns, but the effect of the two Is strongly differentiated. For the eve­ ning the designers use a narrow, slim, primitive slip of satin or metallic cloth the latter preferred. Over this slip drops a much wider, more volumi­ nous, transparent robe. It is cut like a chemise; it has a half low decol- letage; the sleeves usually cover the entire arm, but are cut to fall half a foot away from it, and the entire effect is one of exquisite veiling. Doucet does this in the most bril­ liant manner, and he shows his com­ petitors something in the way of an underslip, making a corslet and then a short skirt of soft gold tissue, which gives a far more gleeful, undulating movement of the body when It is seen beneath the transparent chemise. There are chemise gowns of rare lace, seldom In white, but In Ivory tints and also In cloudy gray. These are dropped over a slim underslip of tis­ sue, silver and steel as well as gold, and the note of color is given by an extraordinary sash. It may be of Chi­ nese blue taffeta, of splendid Chinese brocade, of deep gold and black bro­ caded ribbon, and one end of It always trails down the back panel and adds to the brilliancy of the short train. We have demure capes made of ga­ berdine and serge which are as serv­ iceable as those worn by the Italian police, and those who care fbr the quietness of distinguished clothes can pnt one of these over a sll̂ itly wore and jnpeh-used frock, thereby enclos­ ing at) old friend in a new frame and presenting a brave front to a world that is not too critical t& these war days. But Paris does not stop at these de­ mure capes. Her ecstatic mood shows itself In capricious and exquisite gar­ ments called capes, which are fash­ ioned for afternoon and evening wear. They are made in Chinese colors, In Slavic tones, of satin and chiffon and metal embroidery. Sometimes they are maroon colored faille lined with light blue taffeta and worn over a gray gown of crepe de chine""or satin and chiffon. What the Prophets Whisper. There is no disputing the fact that French women have yielded to the American desire to wear short skirts on the street, and the skirts In these new clothes are both narrow and short. The women who appeared on the street in them without leggings or high shoes " ail down of black satin, short. Sleeveless and thin. Yhe Sash, which tiee at the side, Is finished with large gold tassel at hem of skirt The scarf, of black laee and tulle, with band of gold laee at each end, slips under belt at right, and Is loosely thrown over left shoulder. ji have created unpleasant ^tfrldclsm, which should compel them to change their style. The smart women run a legging or a high cloth-top boot well up under the hem of these short skirts, and the effect Is military and pleasing. But at the very moment that we are ac­ cepting with enthusiasm this continued style of short and narrow garments, the prophets say that the real French skirts are growing longer. And the smart American designers say the same. They are making the garments slim, without using an inch of surplus material, but they are dropping them to the ankles, omitting the leggings and the high boots, and coming back to the fiat-heeled pumps with broad ribbon bows across the vamp. Three or four of the best houses in New York emphasize these skirts, and those who are tired of the brevity of the skirts we have worn for years are accepting this new type of garment with more than the usual enthusiasm. (Copyright, 1918, by the McClure Newspa­ per Syndicate.) < FRILLS AND PUFFS No Room for,Teddy Bears. A'woman with her Uttle girl was looking through a flat that was for rent. The jaultor euid no dogs or ani- uiuls of au,v kind were allowed. The little girl said to her mother: "Doii't move here, I can't bring my Teddy hftMT." Many tit the new avtt coats have slanted openings. House gowns are ohce more kimono fashioned. Lavender of all tones is very much In evidence. The silhouette may be either straight or draped. Nothing is better for a dinner dress than black satin. No draperies are seen on the new­ est Paris creations. A pretty girdle Is very wide and but­ toned under the arm. Narrow tlebelts are a pretty way of defining the waist line. Silver, gold and steel buttons are used in fastening dresses. Colored wool embroidery to seen on evening capes of satin, t Feathers, quills and wings on hats are highly lacquered. Fashionable colors for coats are sand, navy blue and black. White footwear promises to be *e*y popular this summer. The straight one-piece drfess is stilt the smartest garment. " - Batiste promises to rival Tollle for lingerie blouses. Bands of wool embroidery trim tailored dresses. Chenille braids are being used for spring hat*. Cardinal is actually seen among col' ored umbrellas. White linen Is promised for vests 1ft navy blue suits. Veils are things that everyone should renew as often as may be. Substitutes fer Wool. The rough weave heavy silks are good substitutes for wools, and will answer every purpose of gaberdine or serge and at the same time a* little cooler for summer. Silks of this de­ scription can be used either In light or dark tones, and some models have been made up most successfully with flat braid applied In smart conventional de­ signs. Hindu Crepe.."-' No fabric nowadays, however, is quite content to play along with one color. Hindu crepe, certainly has a test for excitement. Not only does It come in white and solid colors but It acts like a man from a small town putting in three days In New York. For Instance, one bright azure blue has a queer wriggly, allover pattern in white that looks like a combination of the rush hour at the subway and the line In front of a Gaili-Curci matinee. Another of blue--what strange dream of the bacteriologist is that pattern of wbitef cloth taut between them, the first one revolves slowly, the scarf winding around his hips and waist as he turns until the men are brought close together, when the first one takes the end and tucks tt under the edge Of the folds. Several suits which have braved the submarines have ar­ rived with these woolen sashes de­ signed to wrap around the figure, and high up under the short jacket, giving almost a princess line to the !&B ot the skirt '• - Woolen 8ashee. Girdles are coming in for a lot of attention. The square uniform Is hav­ ing its periodical influence upon the mode, and the most attractive thing *bout it, to some minds, is the long woolen sash, which It takes two men to adjust properly. They say that the wearer stands erectf holding one end of his sash firmly pressed to his side. His comrade stands holding the other end. at it* furthest extremity away from the first man. Then, keeping the Red to Fashion. ̂ Scarlet and white seems to be a fa­ vored combination for sports clothes. Indeed. Fashion has a very decided penchant for red this season. A stun­ ning sports blouse for wear with a white tub silk skirt is of scarlet silk Jersey with white facings on the pock­ ets, under the dollar and revere and at the edge of the sleeve, which Is slashed from wrist to elbow and buttoned with covered red buttons. The blouse Is cut loosely, without gathers, and its lower edge at the hip merges into a soft sash, which knots over one hip. fringed ends and falling to the kn«r* •pells and aast set .qtdek^ to f&VSZV&*2htfii Dosa's Kidney Pills, the remedy that Is so warmly reepmmended everywhere Of gnitefiil users. An Illinois Case "Mmmt Pitturt Caveadef* ghth SU *n,h A. Ca 621 Eighth \*$***?- some pretty bad spells of back­ ache mud was al­ most doubled up at times. The kidney secretions were retarded and painful In passage and were flll®d wtth sedi­ ment. My feet and ankles swell­ ed and I was-suf- , _ ferlng Intensely when I began using Dean's Kidney Pills. They cured roe. although other medicines had failed." ^ Get Dean'* «t Aay Store, «Oc t Boa DOAN'S FOSTESUCLBUKN CO, BUFFALO, N.Y. Try This on Your Sofa. He--My, you have a pretty UHIaf hand. May I shake It? . 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ALLEN'S FOOT-EASE DOES IT When your shoes pinch or your corns and bun­ ions ache set Allen's Foot--E»ae, the antiseptic powder to be shaken into shoes and sprinkled In the foot-bath- Gives Instant relief to Tired, Ach­ ing, Swollen, Tender feet. Over 100,000 packages are being used by the troops at the front. Sold every where^Ke. mcatt mm tmhhtut*.--Ad*. Trust not your enemies; there are few faithful enemies. Time will tell, but the woman with a secret gets there first. OUR DEFENSE In the spring we may be attacked at any moment. Toxic poisons pile up within us after a hard winter, and wo feel "run-down," tired out, blue and discouraged. This is the time to put our house in order--cleanse the system and put fresh blood Into our .arteries. You can obtain an alterative extract from Blood root, Golden Seal, Stone and Queen's root, Cherry bark, rolled Into a sugar-coated tablet and sold by most druggists, in sixty cent vials, as Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery. This blood tonic. 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