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LONG iWOLF m ^ >"V ' • " . ' t : * ' , Si /•I& J *3g«^ "V. .CHAPTER XXXI--CoutlmwuL^ v . , ; -- t s -- 1 5 * . ? ' • r Vauquelin was holding out an arm 'J' '• '»*»d staring at It incredulously; Lan- ^ ^ \£j~k .yard's gaze focused upon the same ; - spot--a ragged perforation "in the i . ; eleeva of the leather surtout, Just 1 . J, above the elbow. i C4i" "what iB it?" he inquired stupidly. ^forgetting again that the other could 01 < not possibly hear him. The eyes of the aviator, lifting from perforation to meet Lanyard's _,£•" 7«tare, were clouded with consterna-£ • -ci -f';> * " 'the - * • ' • " tion. V j . - : Then Vauquelin swerved quickly In vJSis seat and looked back. Involuntar- IJ," '« v ^ 'ily he ducked his head. Simultaneous- " ^|y something slipped whining past ^Lanyard's cheek, touching his flesh ..With a touch more chill than that of <• r; the icy air itself. .« "Damnation!" he shrieked, almost pVfbi?* " 'I < • ft* a s-: hysterically. "That madman t* the , .7', 4, Valkyr is firing at us!" V •• a • • '• *e Jiirf-i: %LT' * CHAPTER XXXII. * ml. The Flying Death. Steadying himself with a splendid display of self-control and downright courage, Captain Vauquelin concen­ trated upon the management of the bi­ plane. The drone of his motor thickened again, its speed became greater and the machine began to rise still higher, jfpp tracing a long, graceful curve. * •', • Lanyard glanced apprehensively to- } "i ward the girl, but she continued in ap- fe>- parent unconsciousness that anything ,' "was happening . out of the ordinary. • k,' J .filer profile still looked forward, and ' still the wind-veil trembled against her * tif;/ burning cheeks. Thanks to the racket of the motor, V. , *io audible reports had accompanied ^- the sharpshooting of the man in the t * tnonoplane, while Lanyard's cry of hor- I ; tior and dismay had been audible to \ \ " •, fcimself exclusively. Hearing nothing, ' >y fjLucy suspected nothing. . . *.§;. Again Lanyard looked back. Y,if,. Now the Valkyr seemed to have "crept up to within a quarter of a mile ; *>' the biplane, and was boring on at a ' ̂ ^tremendous pace, its single spread of fwingB on an approximate level with " Ithat of the upper plane of the Parrott. S'l3?,s'jt ®u* "ast was rising steadily. if'/r The driver's seat of the Valkyr was , occupied by a muffled, burly figure that toight be anybody--De Morbihan, Ek- ,,'i iBtrom, or any other homicidal maniac, fc, the distance its actions were as 'Illegible as their results were unques- ^ ' tionable. Lanyard saw a little tongue Same lick out from a point close be- I V !** <B^e t"ie °' the figure--he couldn't ^distinguish the firearm Itself--and. f' ^ ; like Vauquelin, quite without premedl- citation, he ducked. Simultaneously diere sounded a hard, ripping noise immediately jjabove his head, and he found himself ig'f staring up at "a long, ragged tear In fhr t„- .the canvas of the plane, caused by a bullet striking it aslant. "What's to be done?" he'screamed passionately to Vauquelin. But the aviator only shook his head; and they continued to ascend rapidly; : already the web of gold that cloaked * y earth and sea seemed thrice as far be- 5py"'_ neath them as it had been at the mo- V^,*v ment when Vauquelin made the ap- iU'i - "-'X V $ -7 £% •"i: -|# i-p- m- K.fg i * i > V: - >, * jlf? It Turned and Dived Headlong. palling discovery of his bullet-punc­ tured sleeve. But the monoplane was doggedly fol­ lowing suit; as the Parrott rose, so did the Valkyr, if a trace more slowly and less readily. ± *-«nyard had -read somewhere, or heard it said that monoplanes were poor climbers. He told himself that, if this were true, Vauquelin knew his business, and from this reflection drew what eomfort he might And ho WHS gltH VMV (IUL Of H"> „ - y n , r§-. 1': '* jiark wind-veil that shrouded his face, which he believed to show nothing less than panic terror. He was, in sober fact, quite rigid with fright and horror. It were idle to argue that only "unlikely chance would wing one of the bullets from the Valkyr to a vital point---there was the torn canvas overhead, there was that hole through Vauquelin's sleeve. And then the barograph on the strut beside Lanyard disappeared as if by magic. He was aware of a slight jar; the framework of the biplane quiv­ ered as from a heavy blow; something that resembled a handful of black crumbs sprayed out into the air ahead and vanished--and where the instru­ ment had been nothing remained but an iron clamp gripping the strut And even as any one of these bul­ lets might have proved fatal, their first successor might Incapacitate the avia­ tor, if it did- not slay him outright-- in either case inevitably the result would be death following a fall from a height, as recorded on the barograph dial the instant before its destruction, of over four thousand feet. And they were still climbing. Now the pursuer was losing some of the advantage of his superior speed; the Parrott was perceptibly higher; the Valkyr must needs mount in a more sweeping curve. None the less, LanyaTd, peering down, saw still another tongue of flame spit out at him, and two bullet holes appeared in the port wings of the biplane, one in the lower, one in the upper spread of canvas. White-lipped and trembling, the ad­ venturer began to work at the fasten­ ings of his surtout. After a moment he plucked off one of his gloves and cast it impatiently from him. Asprawl, it sailed down the wind like a wound­ ed sparrow. He caught Vauquelin's eye upon him, quick with a curiosity which changed to a sudden gleam of comprehension when Lanyard, thrust­ ing his hand under the leather coat, groped for his side pocket and pro­ duced an automatic pistol which Du- croy, learning that he was unarmed, had pressed upon him. They were now perhaps a hundred feet higher than the Valkyr, which was aoarlng a quarter of a mile off to starboard. Under the guidance of the Frenchman the Parrott swooped round in a narrow circle until it hung almost immediately above the other--a ma­ neuver requiring, first and last, some­ thing more than five minutes to effect., Meanwhile Lanyard rebuttoned his surtout and, clutching the pi3tol, tried hard not to think. But already his imagination was sick with the thought of what would ensue when the time came for him to carry out his inten­ tion. Vauquelin touched his arm with ur gent pressure; but Lanyard only shook his head, gulped, and without looking, surrendered tie weapon to the aviator. Bearing heavily against the chest- band. he commanded the broad, white spread of the Valkyr's back and wings. Invisible beneath these hung the mo­ tor and the driver's seat. An Instant more and he was aware that Vauquelin was bending forward over the edge of the plane. Aiming with what deliberation was possible, the aviator emptied the clip its cartridges in less than a minute. The reports rang out against the drum of the motor with an accent as vicious as the cracking of a black- snake whip. , Momentarily, Lanyard doubted if a single bullet had taken effect. He could not, with his swimming vision, detect any sign of damage in the can­ vas of the Valkyr. He saw the empty automatic slip from Vauquelin's numb and nerveless fingers, and vanish. A frightful fascination kept his gaze constant to the soaring Valkyr. Be­ yond it, down, deep down, a mile of emptiness, was that' golden floor of tumbled cloud, waiting. He saw the monoplane halt abruptly in its strong onward surge--as if it had run, full tilt, head on against an invisible obstacle -- and for what seemed a round minute, it hung so, veering and wabbling, muzzling the wind. Then, like a sounding whale, it turned and dived headlong, propel­ ler spinning like a top. Down through an eighth of a mile of space it plunged plummetlike; then, perhaps caught in a flaw of wind, it turned sidewise and began to revolve, at first slowly, but with increasing rapidity in its fatally swift descent. Toward the beginning of its revolu­ tions something was Arown off, some­ thing small,r dark and sprawling--like that glove which Lanyard had discard­ ed. But this object dropped with a speed even greater than that of the Valkyr; in a brace of Seconds had di­ minished to the proportions of a gnat; in another was engulfed In that vast sea of golden vapor. The monoplane itself, scarcely less precipitate, spun down through the abyss and plunged to oblivion in the fog-wrack. And Lanyard was still hanging against the chest-band, limp and spent and trying not to give way to deadly sickness when, of a sudden and with­ out any warning whatever, the sten­ torian chant of the motor ceased and was blotted out hr silence of those vast solitudes of the upper air, where never a sound is heard save the voices of the elements at war among themselves--a silence that rang with an accent as dreadful as if it were the very crack of doom. And, its propeller no longer gripping the aiy, the aeroplane drifted on at ever-lessening speed, until at length it had no way whatever, and rested without motion of any sort, as it might have been in the cup of some, mighty and invisible hand. Then, with a little shudder of hesita­ tion, the planes dipped forward--in­ clined '^lightly earthward--and began slowly,'and at first, as if reluctantly, to slip down the long and empty chan­ nels of the air; At this, rousing, Lanyard became aware of his own voicer yammering wildly at Vauquelin: "Good God, man! Why did you do that?" Vauquelin answered only with a pale grimace and a barely perceptible shrug. ' Momentarily gathering momentum, the biplane sped downward with a re­ sistless rush, with the speed of a great wind, with a speed so great that when Lanyard again attempted speech the breath was whipped from his lips and he could utter no sound. Thus from that awful height, from the still heart of that immeasurable "Wertheimerl" Ho Exclaimed. void, they swept down and ever dbwn in a long series of sickening swoops, broken by pauses of negligible dura­ tion. And though they approached it on a long slant, the floor of vapor rose to meet them with the rapidity of a mighty, rushing wave; and in a trice the biplane was hovering an Instant before plunging down into its cold, gray heart. In that flash of hesitation, while still the adventurer gasped for breath and pawed at his streaming eyes with an aching hand, pierced through and through with cold, the fog showed it­ self as something less substantial than it had seemed; blurs of color peered through Its folds of gauze, and with these the rounded summit of "a brownish knoll. Then they lunged on, aown out of the bleak, bright sunshine into the cool twilight depths of clinging va­ pors; and the good green earth lifted its warm bosom to receive them. Tilting its nose, fluttering as though undecided, the Parrott settled grace­ fully, with scarcely a Jar, upon a wide sweep of untllled land covered with short, coarse grass. For some time the three remained In their perches like petrified things, i1 >r- sclous. But presently Lanyard became aware that he was regularly filling his lungs with airS^veet, damp, wholesome, and, by comparison, warm, and that th<§ blood was tingling painfully in his half-frozen hands and feet. He sighed as one waking from a strange dream and looked round. At the same time the aviator 1 stirred himself and began a bit stiffly to climb down from his place. Feeling the earth beneath his feet, he took a step or two away from the machine, reeling and stumbling like a drunken man, then turned back. "Gome, my friend!" he urged Lan yard in a voice of strangely normal intonation--"look alive--if you're able -~and lend me a hand with mademoi­ selle. I'm afraid she has fainted And, in fact, the girl was reclining inertly in the bands of webbing, her eyes closed, her mouth ajar, her limbs slackened. "Small blame to»her!" Lanyard com­ mented, fumbling clumsily with the chest-band. "That dive was enough to drive a body mad!" "But I had to do It!" the aviator .protested earnestly.' "I dared not re­ main longer up there. I have never quite moveless, and--with the possible exception of the aviator--hardly con- after thw l was terribly afraid, t could feel myself going--taking leave of my senses--and 1 knew I must act if we were not to follow that other. God! what a death!" He paused, shuddered, and drew the back of his liaad across his eyes be­ fore continuing: "So 1 cut off the igni tion and volplaned. Here--my hand. So-o! All right. ehT* "Oh, I'm all right," Lanyard insisted confidently. Etut . his confidence was belied by a look of daze, for the earth was billow­ ing and reeling round him as though bewitched; and before he knew what had happened he had sat down hard and was staring foolishly up at the aviator. ' "Here!" said the latter courteously, his wind-mask hiding the smile--"my hand again, monsieur. And now tor mademoiselle." But when they approached the girl, she surprised both by shivering, tot­ ting up, and obviously pulling herself together. "You feel better now, mademoi­ selle?" the aviator inquired, hasten­ ing to free her from her fastenings. "I'm better--yes, thank you," she admitted in a small, broken voice-- "but riot yet quite myself." She gave a hand to the aviator, the other to Lanyard, and as they helped her to the ground Lanyard, warned by his experience, stood by with a ready arm. She needed that support, and for a few minutes didn't seem even con­ scious of it. Then, gently disengaging herself, she moved a foot or two away. "Where are we---do you know?" "On the South Downs somewhere?" Lanyard suggested, consulting Vauque­ lin. "That is probable," this test af­ firmed--"at sill events, reckoning by the course I held. Somewhere well in from the coast, at a venture, for I do not hear the sea." "Near Lewes, perhaps?" "I have no reason to doubt It," An odd, constrained pause ensued. The girl looked from the aviator to Lanyard, then at neither--turned a trifle away ffom both and,, trembling with fatigue and enforcing self-control by clenching her hands, stared aim­ lessly off Into the mist. Painfully Lanyard set himself to consider their position. The Parrott had come to rest in what seemed to be a wide, shallow, saucerlike depression, whose irregu­ lar bounds were cloaked in fog. In this space no living thing stirred save those three; and as far as he could determine, the waste was crossed by not so much as a sheep track. In a word, they were lost. There might be road running past the saucer ten yards from its brim in any quarter. There might not. Possibly there was a town or village immediately adjacent. Quite as possibly the downs billowed away- for miles on either hand, deso­ late, uninhabited. From where they were there was no means of telling. *^Vell--what do we do now?" the girl demanded suddenly in a nervous voice. "Oh, well find a way out of this somehow," Vauquelin asserted confi­ dently. "England Isn't big enough for anybody to remain lost in It--not for long., at all events. Only, I'm sorry we're not more cure of our where­ abouts on Miss Shannon's account." "We'll manage somehow," Lanyard affirmed stoutly. The aviator smiled curiously. "To begin with," he advanced, "I dare say we might as well get rid of these awk­ ward costumes of ours. They'll ham­ per walking--rather." In spite of his fatigue. Lanyard was fio struck by the circumstances^ that he Wouldn't help remarking it as he tore Off his wind-veil. Your English is wonderfully good, Captain Vauquelin," he observed. The other laughed shortly. "Why not?" said he, removing his mask. Lanyard looked up Into his face. Btared, gasped, and fell back a pace. "Werthelmer!" he exclaimed, to advise you that England wool# pre­ fer you to start life anew--as t&ey say --ip another country, ssyivst steam­ ers will be sailing for the States be­ fore the end of the week--further de­ tails I leave entirely to your discre­ tion. But go you must," ha concluded flrmly. "I understand--" said Lanyard; and would have said' more, but couldnt. There was something jsuspi- clously like a mist before his eyes. Avoiding the faces of his sweetheart and the Englishman, he turned aside, put forth a hand blindly to a wing of the biplane , to steady himself, and stood with head bowed and limbs trem­ bling. „ Moving quietly to his afde, the girl took his other hand and held it tight. Presently Lanyard shook himself Impatiently and lifted his head again. "Sorry," he said apologetic--*but your generosity--when I looked for nothing better than arrest--was a bit too much for my nerves!" "Nonsense!" the Englishman com­ mented with brisk good-humor. "We're all .upset. A drop of brandyll do us no end of good." Unbuttoning his leather surtout, he produced a flask from one -of the inner pockets, filled its metal cup, of­ fered it to the girl. "You first, if you please, Hiss Shan-1 non. No--I Insist. You positively need it." She allowed herself to be persuaded, drank, coughed, gasped a^ i^tuhhed CHAPTER XXXIII. v The Hollow In the Downs*' The Englishman smiled cheerfully In response to Lanyard's cry of astonish­ ment In effect," he observed, stripping off his gauntlets, "you're right. Mr. Lanyard. 'Werthelmer' isn't my name, but it is so closely identified with my ah--lnslnuative personality as to warrant the misapprehension. I sha'n't demand an apology so long as you per­ mit me to preserve an incognito which may yet prove somewhat useful." Incognito!" Lanyard stammered, completely discountenanced. "Use­ ful!" 0 You have my meaning exactly: although my work in Paris is now end­ ed, there's no saying when it mightn't be convenient to be able to go back without establishing a new identity." Before Lanyard replied to this the look of wonder in his eyes had yielded to one of understanding. "Scotland Ya^d, eh?" he queried curtly. v Werthelmer bowed. "Special agent," he added. "I might have guessed, if I hadnt the wit of the domestic goose!" Lan­ yard aflirmed bitterly. "But I must admit--" "Yes," the Englishman assented pleasantly; "I did pull your leg--didn't I? But no more than the limbs of our other friends. Of course, it's taken some time. I had to establish myself flrmly over here as a shining light of the swell mob before De Morbihan would take me to his hospitable bo­ som." "And--I presume I'm under arrest?" With a laugh the Englishman shook his head vigorously. "No, thank you!" he declared. "I've had too convincing proof of your dis­ taste for interference in your affairs. You fight too sincerely, Mr. Lanyard-- and I'm as tired a sleuth this very morning as ever was! I'll need a week's resf t o fit me to cope with the task of taking you into custody--a week and some very able-bodied assist­ ance! But," he amended with graver countenance. "I will say this: if you're In England a week hence. I'll be tempted to undertake the job on gen­ eral principles. 1 don't in the least question the sincerity of your iuten- Listenlng to the Drone That Presently Dwindled to a Mere Thread of Sound. the cup, which Werthelmer promptly refilled and passed to Lanyard. The raw spirits stung like fire, but proved an instant aid to the badly Jangled nerves of the adventurer. In another moment he was much more himself. Drinking In turn, Werthelmer put away the flask. "That's better!" he commented. "Now I shall be able to cut along with this blessed machine without fretting over the fate of Ek- strom. But till now I haven't been able to forget--" He paused and drew a hand across his eyes. "It was, then, Ekstrom--you think?" Lanyard demanded. "Unquestionably! De Morbihan had learned--I know--of your bargain with Ducroy; and I know, too, that he and Ekstrom spent each morning in the hangars at St.-Germain-en-Laye after your sensational escape. It never en­ tered my head, of course, that they had any such insane scheme brewing as that--else I would never have so giddily arranged with Ducroy--through the surete, of course--to take Vauque­ lin's place. Besides, who else, could it have been? Not De Morbihan, tor he's crippted for life, thanks to that Affair in the Bols; not Popinot, who was on his way to the Sante, last I saw of him; and never Bannon--he was dead before I left Paris for Port Avia­ tion." "Dead!" ' "Oh, quite!" the Englishman af­ firmed nonchalantly. "When we Ar­ rested him at three this morning- charged with complicity in the mur­ der of Roddy--he flew Into a passion that brought on a fatal hemorrhage. He died within ten minutes." There was a little silence., "I may tell you, Mr. Lanydrd," the Englishman resumed, looking up from the motor, to which he WM _ tentlon with monkey-wrench ifH> <^00 ifan- "that you were quite mittfl&M when you ridiculed the idea of the In­ ternational Underworld, Unlimited.' Of course, If you hadn't laughed, 1 shouldn't feel quite as much respect for you as I do; In fact, the chances are you'd be in handcuffs--or a cell In the Sante--this very minute. But, ab­ surd as it sounded--and Was--the 'Un­ derworld' project was « pet hobby of Bannon's--who'd been the brains of a gang of criminals in New York for many years. He was a bit touched on the subject. A monomaniac, If you ask me. And his enthusiasm won De Morbihan and Popinot over--and me! He took a wonderful fancy to me. Bannon did; I really was appointed first lieutenant in Greggs' stead. Nothing he wouldn't tell me. I even got him to tell me about you--why he was so uncommon vindictive^ Do you wish to know?" "If you please.'* "It seems Bannon was the chap who kidnaped and abandoned you at Troy- on's. Your mother had been his wife, but left him for cause--divorced him-- and married again In England. You were the child of her second marriage. Bannon managed to ruin your father-- drove him into bankruptcy and to sui­ cide--and the shock of that, coupled with your disappearance, killed your mother. But even that wasn't enough for Bannon; and when he found you'd grown up to be the Lone Wolf, h«l signed your death warrant then and there. Only you declined to be exe­ cuted. Your family name--" "Forgive me," Lanyard Interposed hastily; "but I don't care to know my family name. If I have no parents liv­ ing, I've no kin who would welcome my return. And if I had--I prefer to prove myself before I hunt them up. Some day, perhaps, I may apply to you for more Information. But for the present, I'm content--and grateful." "I think," said Werthelmer, restor­ ing the oil can to its place in the tool kit, "you're very wise. In fact, my per­ sonal feeling fo|" you Is one of grow­ ing esteem, if you'll permit me to say so. You've most of the makings of a man. Will you shake hands--with a copper's narkt" He gave Lanyard's hand a Arm and friendly gftasp and turned to the girt "Good-by, Miss Shannon. I'm truly grateful for the assistance you gave us. Without you we'd have been sadly handicapped. And now it's good-by and good luck. I hope you may be happy. I'm sure you can't go far with­ out coming across a highroad or a vil­ lage; but--for reasons not unconnected with my professional pursuits--I pre­ fer to remain in ignorance of the way you go." Releasing her hand, he stepped back, , saluted the lovers with a smile and gay gesture, and clambered briskly to the pilot's seat of the biplane. ' When flrmly established, he turned the switch of the starting mechanism. The heavy, distinctive hum of the great motor filled that isolated hollow jn the Downs with a sound like the/ purring of a dynamo. With a final wave of his hand, Wert* heimer grasped the starting lever. Its brool deepening, the Parrott stirred, shot forward abruptly. In two seconds it was fifty yards distant, Its silhouette already blurred, its wheeb lifting from the rim of the hollow. Then lfihtly It rose and soared, parted the mists, vanishq^L For some time Lanyard and Luey Shannon remained motionless, cling­ ing together, hand in hand, their faces upturned, as if expecting its reappear­ ance, listening to the drone that pres< ently dwindled to a mere thread ol sound and died out altogether in the obscurity above them. Then, turning, they faced each other, smiling uncertainly, a smile that said: "So all that Is finished! Or, pep haps, we have dreamed It!" Suddenly, with a low cry, the girl gave herself to Lanyard's arms; and as this happened the mists parted and bright sunlight flooded the hollow in the Downs. After a little, taking her lips away, the girl rested her head on his shoul* der and sighed a little sigh, a soft sigh of content "If we hurry," she said then, "it's possible that we may win to London yet, before it's, too late." "Too late--" "To get a special license--or what­ ever it is one must get before one may marry in haste in England. Don't you know?" He shook his head, laughett, and caught her more clotely to him. "No," he confessed; "I don't know. I haven't had much experience. But we can' afraid ?'* ask a ^policeman. Who's THE END. . QUEEN MOTHER SERVED TEA •MM. 2 tion to be&ave yourself hereafter; but toeesr kaljaf .* ««rv«M # «be Ida* 4t'« The British Tommy Stood at Atten­ tion When He Recognized His Royal Hostess. He was very thirsty, and the tea looked delightfully refreshing. But he glanced at the woman who waited on him and something made him pause. Suddenly he knew. It was Queen Alex­ andra. The queen mother, so modest­ ly and so kindly, was showing her gratitude to the empire's fighting men by waiting on them in their newest London rest hut. He stood to atten­ tion and gravely saluted. He was one of a party of men who had just coma from Victoria station, tired and worn, and they were glad to be the first visitors at the hut In Grosvenor Gardens, which was opened recently. So far the Royal Mews have been the only accommodation avail­ able for the troops coming to and de­ parting from Victoria station, but this splendid club is now available for them within a minute's walk of the station. The queen mother, who was accom­ panied Ay Princess Victoria, was greatly interested in the cubicles. Nearly a hundreds beds are ready, and close by are hot baths--a great luxury after ihw IUUU at the Trout. Tu6i6 is a brightly fitted up recreation room, with comfortable chairs and tables, where hours of leave that would other- "wiae prove so weary can be happily wiled away. There Is a staff of eight voluntary workers attsi-judac at Lady Ponsonby, do everything pos­ sible for the comfort of the men.-- London Chronicle. Justifiable Sueplelon. *10*? Jones," says the proprietor to his superintendent, "I think you had better have a little investigation made of young Freely." "Why, he seems to be very Indus­ trious and perfectly satisfied; he gets a rery low salary, but he never asks for a raise.- He has about as hard a place as anybody on the pay roll, but he is really doing well." "That's Just it The young man is entirely too-cheerful. 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Professor Dawley says that chemical analysis of different- grains shows wheat to contain a larger amount of| albumen than any other grain. There- , fore it Is the grain to make the for egg-producing food. •*7': Reserving a Balance. "Your daughter is very backward la Bchool." "She makes up for it by being very forward everywhere else." money."---Kansas city stat& ^urnwiifm-f in Timwvrmir iirrrr Every Woman Waste 'ixiine ANTISEPTIC POWDER FOR PERSONAL HYGIENE DiMohmd to wmtar for douches steps pelvic catarrh, ulceration ud inflam­ mation. Recommended by Lydia E. Pinkham Mod. Co, for tea y«u*> A healing wonder for nasal catarrh, sore throat and eore eyes. Economical. Haa and «aonicit!al S.»pU IW £ The P»» P»rtooToaet ComptLPr, Bonton. HOYT'S HEADACHE AN NEURALGIA COLOGNE a ind ft-froahlnf remedy tbat quickly ll«T«» intiiralgla.. nerTonsDess, __' eshnusilon, Bleeplessnsss; u<tp<l only br Ud outward uppiicuuon. 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