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-Jv,;1 , **4 ' , ^ "' V ? * "«>, v- 'v* ,*>• - >-. A THE MCHENRY PLAINDEAJ J=3B, McHENRY, TL1* "*7? *T,„ .... , * V1' „"«4»^RT ' #v When the Colorado Burst Its Banks and Hooded the Imperial Valley of California ^ > c -ASSi* SZ0IW«K>V£R OVER THE CANVAS HOUSEHOLD OF THE ' ' ' HARDINS AS RICKARD TAKES THE REINS. Synopsis.---K. C. RIckard, an engineer of the Overland Pacific railroad, is called to the office of President Marshall in Tucson, Ariz. While waiting RIckard reads a report on the ravages of the Colorado river, despite the efforts of Thomas Hardin, head of the Desert Reclamation company. Hardin had been a student under RIckard in an eastern college and had married Gerty Holmes, with whom Rickard had fancied he was in love. Marshall tells Rickard the Overland Pacific must step In to save the Imperial valley and wishes to send Rickard to take charge. Rickard declines because he foresees embarrassment In supplanting Hardin, but is won over. RIckard goes to Caiexlco and, on the way, learns much about Hardin and. his work. RIckard meets Mr. and Mr«. HardJn and lnnes Hardin, the former's half sister. At the company offices he finds the engineers loyal to Hardin and hostile to htm. Rickard attends a meeting of the directors and asserts his authority. Hardin rages. Estrada, & Mexican, son of the "Father of the Imperial Valley," tells Rickard tike general situation and expresses forebodings that the work will fall. ||"0'.:L M . , CHAPTER VII--Continue*. , The windstorm the previous week bad made a sickening devastation of her labors. The morning-glories alone were scatheless. A pink oleander drooped many broken branches from which miracles of perfect flowers were unfolding. The prettiest blossom to Hardin was the gatdener herself. She was vivid from eager toll. Hardin looked at her approbatlvely. He liked hter khaki suit, Simple as a uniform, with its flowing black tie and leather belt. She looked more like herself today. She had bleached out, In Tucson. She had been letting herself get too tanned, running around without hats. Sunburn paled the value of those splendid eyes of hers. He could always tease her by likening them to topazes. His eyes ran over the pink and purple lines of cord-trained vines which Made floral screens for her tent. Free of the strings overhead, they rioted over the ramada, the second roof, of living boughs. He acknowledged their beauty. They gave grace to bare necessity; they denied the panting, thirsty desert just beyobd. He remembered his own ramada. Gerty had hated it, had complained of It so bitterly when she came home from New York that be had had It. pulled down and replaced by a V roof of pine boards, glaring and ugly. Gerty was satisfied, for it was clean; she no longer felt that she lived In a squaw bouse. Let the Indians have ramadas; there was no earthly reason she should. He had urged that the desert dwellers bad valuable hints to give them. But what was a remada to him, or anything else? Hardin turned to leave. She did not want him to go so soon. She pointed out a new vine to him. She had brought it from Tucson; "Kudzu," they called it; a Japanese Tine. And there was another broken rose, quite beyond the help of stripped handkerchiefs and mesqult splints. He followed her around the tent, her prattle falling from his grim mood. He was not thinking of her flowers except as a mocking parallel. The desert storm had made a havoc of his garden --a sorry botch of his life. He and lnnes had been trying to make a garden out of a desert; the desert had flouted them. It was not his fault Something bad happened; something Volte beyond hiS power. Luck was taming against him. • lnnes, why, she was playing as with a toy. It was the natural instinct of a woman to make things pretty around her. But he had sacrificed his youth, bis chances. His domestic life, too-- tie should never have carried a dainty little woman like Gerty into the des- j when she ran over early. It was then •rt. He had never reproached her for I that Gerty made it understood that she leaving him, even last time when he j liked more formality. lnnes was rarethouglit It was for good. The wordily in that tent except for meals now, burned his wound. Whose good? His or during her alternating week • of or Gerty's? Somehow, though they house chores. .r V wrangled, he always knew it would "I was afraid T %u late," said"the turu out all right; life would run girl. smoothly when they left the desert. "Lunch will be ready In a few mln- But things were getting worse; his j utes," announced Gerty Hardin. "Won't mouth puckered over some recoilec- you sit down? There's the new Jonrif# loved^ Gerty; jSe couldn't | nal. Sam came to clean this morning, ~ and I couldn't get to the lunch until Look at the papers, the divorce courts. Amman's Interests are no longer his wife's. Curious that it should be so. But It's a fact. It Is the modern discontent. Women want different careers from their husbands'." Yet, how could he help throwing his life Into his work? He hadi committed himself; It was an obligation. If it were not for that indefinable something, his allegiance to the cause which mocked at reasons and definitions; oh, he. knew!--he had tilted with Gerty and been worsted!--he would have* resigned from his company, his company which had dishonored him. Why should he stay to get more stabs, more wounds? And the last blow, this pet of Marshall's! Hardin gave a scantling in his path a vicious kick. The girl's prattle had dUNL1" ' She walked with him silently. At the door of her tent, she stopped, looking at him wistfully. She wished he couid hide his hurt. If he. had..only some of lnnes' pride! \ • , "How are things?" She used fhelr fond little formula. MOh, rotten!" growled Hardin, flinging away. The gate slammed behind hh»r -"v- i.v-f --'•* CHAPTER VftL •'M i Under the Veneer. labour later lnnes, bllnklbg from the sun, stepped into the tent, which had bfeen partitioned with rough redwood boards, into a bed chamber on the right, a combination dicing room and "parlor" on the left. Her glance immediately segregated 4he three stalks of pink geraniums in the center of the Mexican drawn-work cloth that covered the table. Gerty, herself, In a fresh pink gingham frock, was dancing around the table to the tune of forks and spoons. It was just like Gerty to dress up to her setting, even tltough It were only a pitiful water-starved bouquet She had often tried to analyze her sister-in-law's hold on her brother; certainly they were not happy. Was it because she made him comfortable? Was It the little air of formality, or mystery, which she drew around her? Her rooms when lnnes was allowed to enter them were always flawless; Gerty took deep pride In her housekeeping. Why was It, lnnes wondered, that she could never shake off her suspicion of an underlying untidiness? There was always a closed door on Gerty's processes. "May I help?" The sun was still yellowing the room to her. "Hello!" Hardin looked up from the couch where he was lying. lnnes suspected It of being a frequent retreat. She had found It tumbled once tion of Tom's temper; his coarse streak, the Gingg fiber, her own mother called it. Tom was rough, but she loved him. Why was It she was sure that Gerty did not love her husband? Yet there was the distrust, as fixed and as unjust perhaps as the suspicion of Gerty's little mysteries. She said aloud: "This is your last day. My week begins tomorrow.** Mrs. Hardin adjusted a precise napkin before she spoke. "I thftik I will keep the reins for a month this time." Her words were reflective, as though the thought were new. "I get my hand In Just as I stop, I will be running out for my visit in a few weeks. It will be only fair for me to do it as long as I can." Again the girl had a sense of subtlety. Whenever Gerty put on that air of childish confidential deliberation, she hunted for the plot. This was not far to seek. Her sister-in-law was passing oiit the hot season to her. ' "It's all ready." Gerty's glance was winging, birdlike, over the table. Nothing had been forgotten. She gave a little sigh of elastic satisfaction. Hardin misinterpreted It "I ought to be able to keep a servant for her." It was like him to have forgotten the Lawrence days; he was never free of the sense of obligation to the dainty little woman who was born, he felt, for the purple. There was nothing too good for Gerty. He felt her unspoken disappointments; her deprivations. "Of course, she can have no respect for me. I'm a failure." "Doesn't this give you an appetite?" demanded lnnes heartily. "And Fm to be a lady for three more weeks." The remark was thoughtless. A bright flush spread over Gerty's face. She caught an allusion to her origin. lnnes saw the blush and remembered the boarding house. She could think of nothing to say. The three relatives sat down to that most uncomfortable travesty, a social meal where sociability is lacking. lnnes said It had been a pleasant morning. Gerty thought It had been hot.' And then there was silence again. lnnes began to tell them of her Tucion visit when Gerty laid down her fork. "I've meant to ask you a hundred times. Did you attend to my commission In Los Angeles?" "I forgot to tell you. I raked the town, really I did, Gerty." For there was a cloud on Gerty's pretty brow. "I could have got you the other kind, but you said you did not want It." "I should think not." The childish chin was lifted. "Those complicated things are always getting out of order. Besides, if I had an "adjustable form, everybody'd be borrowing it" "What are you talking about?" de» manded Tom, waking up. "Who'd borrow your what Gert?" "Please don't call me Qetrt, Tom," besought his wife plaintively. figure. I wanted lnnes to try to get one for me in Los Angeles." "I did try," began lnnes. "Yours is good enough for anyone. Why should you get another?" He was openly admiring the ample bast swelling under the pink gingham. "Don't, Tom." lnnes tried to explain the sincerity of her search. She had visited every store "which might be suspected of having a figure." She could not bring a smile to her sister's face. "There was none your size. They offered to order one from, Chicago. They have to be made to order, If they are special' sizes. You are not stock size, i did you know that?" 'I should think not," cried Gerty, bridling. "My waist is absurdly small for the size of my hips and shoulders." lnnes wondered if it would be safe to agree with her. "When will It be here?". "You'll be disappointed." lnnes found herself stammering. *$ut not picture life without her. He decided that it Was because there had never been anyone else. Most fellows had had sweethearts before they married; he bad not, nor a mistress when she left him, though God knows, it would have been easy .enough. His mouth fell into sardonic lines. Those halfbreed women I No one, even when a divorce had hung over him. Oh, he knew what their friends made of each of Gerty's lengthened flights; he knew I But that had been spared him, that vulgar grisly spectacle of modern life when two people who have been lovers drag the carcass of their love over the grimy floor of a curious gaping court. He shuddered. Gerty loved him. Else, why had she come haok to him? Why had she not kept her threat when he refused to abandon his desert project and turn his abilities Into a more profitable dedication? He could see her face as she stared flushing up Into his that nipping cold day when he had run Into her on Broadway. He remembered her coquetry when she suggested that there was plenty of room in her apartment! His wife! She spoke gf hla nlrtfnwAv'au I*nM iJojnriB. "He had grown to be a great man!" That piquant meeting, the week folan hour ago." lnnes, settling herself by the reading table, caught herself observing* that It would not have taken her an hour to get a cold lunch. Still, it would never look so inviting! If Gerty's domestic machinery was complicated and private, the results always were admirable. The early tomatoes were peeled as well as sliced, and were lying on a bed of cracked Ice. The ripe black olives were resting in a lake of California olive oil. A bowl of crisp lettuce had been Iced and carefully dried. The bread was cut In precise triangles; the butter had been shaved igto foreign- looking roses. A pitcher of the valley's favorite beverage, iced tea. stood by Hardin's plate. There was a platter of cold meats. It cair.e home to lnnes for the hundredth time, the surprise of such a meal in that desert. A few years ago, and what had a meal been ? She threw the credit of the little lunch to sulky Tom Hardin lying on the portiere-covered couch, his ugly lower Hp outthrust against an unsmiling vision. It whs Tom, Torn duu ilia urn v p iucu, tue sturdy engineers, the dauntless surveyors, the Indians who had dug the rawing had been the brightest of his canals, those were the ones who had M f m life. He was sure then that Gerty loved him. The wrangles were only their diiferent ways of looking at things. Of course, they loved each other. But <^erty, couldn't stand pioneer life. She had loved him, or she would not so easily have been persuaded to try it over again. She yearned to make him comfortable, she •aid. So she had gone back, and pulled down his ramada, and put his clothes In the lowest bureau draWer! "It wasn't either of our faults," he ftminated. "It was the fault of the In- MarrIntra !»«*>!f la •> fallnM Vn< • ,.x t « .4, Ll, spread that pretty table, not tSe buxom little woman darting about in pink gtngham. "Is it because I don't like her?" she mused, her eyes on the pictures in the style book which had just come In that morning. Certainly Gerty did have the patience of a saint with Tom's humors. If she would only lose that set look of martyrdom! It was not for an outsider to judge between a husband and wife, even if the man were her own brother. She could not put her finger on the germ of their painful seeees; she shrank Cross the *eeoileo> Nothing Had Been Forgotten. for six weeks. I did not knew v,-fce to order it or not." "Ahd I in Los Angeles with my summer sewing all done! What good Will it do me then?" The pretty eyes looked ready for childish tears. "I know. That Is, I didn't know what to do," apologized lnnes Hardin. "I decided to order it as I'd found the place, and was right there, but I made sure that I could countermand the order by telegram. So I can this very afternoon. I knew you would be disappointed. I was sorry." "I'll need It next winter," admitted Gerty, helping herself to some of the chilled tomatoes. 'Tm sure I'm much obliged to you. I hope it did not put yra to much trouMsk" > V J'AAjMa* V The words raised the wall of formality again. lnnes bent over her plate. "What made you change your plans?" suddenly demanded his wife of Hardin. "When Sam came ill with your bag, he surprised me so." "My boss kept me." Hardin's face looked coarse, roughened by his ugly passion. "Rickard, your old friend. He served a subpoena on me at the station." "Oh," cried Gerty. "Surely, he did not do that, Tom!" "Sure he did." Hardin's face was black with his evil mood. "I'm only an underling, a disgraced underling. He's my boss. He's going to make me remember It." "You mustn't say such things," pouted his wife, "If it does not hurt you. If you do not care, think how I must fee!--" "Oh, rot!" exclaimed Hardin. The veneer was rubbed down to the rough wood. lnnes saw the coarseness her mother had complained of, the Gingg fiber. "I suppose you think I like to take orders, to jump at the snap of t?" whip?" He was deliberately beating up his anger into a froth. "Oh, sure, I do. That's a Hardin, through and through." Again the angry blood flooded his wife's cheeks.- He, too, was throwing the boarding house at her. You aid it yourself.rt Gerty with difficulty was withholding the angry tears. "I told you how it would be. You would So it." Oh, hell!" cried Tom, pushing back his plate. His sister looked drearily out the wire-screened door. Her view was a dusty street. Hbrdln got up, scraping his chair over the board floor. 'And to keep tjt fr^m .me," persist^ the wife. "To lit me ask him to din ner--" 'Does that dismal farce have to go on?" demanded Hardin, turning back to the table. "You'll have to have it without me, then. I'll not stay and make a fool of myself. Ask him to dinner. Me! I'll, see myself." lnnes wished she was in the neighboring tent. Tom was lashing himself into a coarse fury. To her dismay, Gerty burst Into tears. It was killing her, the disgrace, she cried. She couldn't endure It. She couldn't stand it there; she had not the courage to go to Los Angeles, where her friends would pity her. It was crushing her. She was not a Hardin; she was sensitive; she could not justify everything a Hardin did as right, no matter what the consequences. The pretty eyes obscured, she rushed, a streaming Nlobe, from the room. The brother and sister avoided each other's eyes. lnnes rose and cleared the table of the dishes. She made a loud noise with the running water in the shed, racketing the pans to drown the insistence of Gerty's sobbing. She kept listening for Tom's step. She wanted to go with him when he left; he must not reach the office in the blackness of that mood. She wished he would not betray his feelings ; yet she knew It was not he who was to blame. When she heard the screen door slam, she flashed out the back way. "Going?" she called after him. "Walt for me." She dashed into her tent for her hat. She had to run to catch up wtth-Mn.i T,.-/ ^ _ CHAPTER <X. • -L-~ The Rivals. From the window of the adobe office building of the company, Hardin saw Rickard Jump from the rear platform of the train as it slowed into the station. He noticed that the new manager carried no bag. "Wonder what he's decided to do about the headgate. He didn't waste much time out there." Hardin was fidgeting In his seat;, his eyes on the ^approaching figure. Rickard passed through the room, nodding to his office force. The door of the inner office shut behind him. Hardin stared at the blank surface. He moved restlessly in his swivel chair. Did the fellow think a big thing like that could hang on while he unpacked his trunks and settled his bureau drawers? He picked up a pencil, jabbing at the paper of his report. He covered the sheet with figures--three hundred --six hundred. Six hundred feet. Whose fault that the intake had widened, doubling Its width, trebling its problem? Whose but Marshall's, who had sent down one of his office clerks to see what Hardin was doing? Wouldn't any man in his senses know that the way Maitland would distinguish himself would be by discrediting Hardin, by throwing bouquets to Marsnnii; praisiug his plan? They ail go at It the same sickening way! Office clerks, bah! Sure, Maitland had advised against the completion of the gate. Said it would cost more In time and money than Hardin's estimates. "Thanks to Maitland it did," growled Hardin, scrawling figures over the page. "By the time Maitland finished monkeying with that toy dam of his riVC? had ividsnsd ths Kroalr frnm three hundred to six hundred feet Fo>. that, they, throw muu at me. Oh, it makes me sick." Hardin fiung his broken pencil out of the window. Rickard re-entered the roott. The question leaped from Hardin. "The headgate--are you going on with It?" Rickard looked curiously at the flushed antagonistic face of the man he had supplanted. The thought crossed bis mind that perhaps Hardlr had taken to drinking. U made his answer curt "I don't know." » "You don't know I" "I have no report to make, Mr. Hardin, until I mm tt mm "And you went to the Crossing without going down to the headgate?" Hardin did not try to conceal his disgust. "I did not go to the Crossing." "Didn't go--!" Hardin's mouth was agape. Then he rudely swiveled his chair. The door slammed behind Rickard. Hadn't been to the Crossing? Then where in Hades did be go? He halted MacLean who was passing him. "Are you going to the Closing tomorrow f Hardin knew he should be too proud to betray his eagerness, but the words ran away with him. "Not tomorrow. Mr. Rickard just told me he might not be able to get off until next wsek." Hardin's anger sputtered. "Next week. Why does he rush sot Why doesn't,he go next year? The Colorado's so gentle, it'd walt for him, I'm sure. Nest week ! It's a put-up Job, T Desert Dinner. lnnes Hardin was completing her stnipl&. toilet. Not even to please Gerty would she "dress up" for the dinner. It would have been easy for her sister-in-law to postpone it How could sb£ evpeot Tom to go through with it 1 She couldn't. understtjwl Gerty! ' An hour ago, hearing distinctly whir and splash of egg-beating, she* had run over to the neighboring tent The clinking of the cake tins had suddenly silenced. "Excuse me, won't "you?" Gerty's voice had come from the lean-to, the little kitchen shed. "I'm lying down." . "Lieing, yes!" grimaced the Hardin mouth to Its reflection In the mirror. How many times that week had si*e been repulsed by a locked door, a sudden curtain of silence or a "Run away for a while. I'm tiding to catch a nap." Easy pow, to see why Gerty had wanted to "hold the reins" that week! ^Are You GOing On With It?** that's what it is. Oh, I can see through a fence with a knothole as big as your head. He doesn't want to finish the headgate. He wants to put off going until it's too late to go on with it; I know him. He'd risk the whole thing, and all the money the O. P. has chucked into it, just to start with a clean slate; to get the glory of stopping the river himself. It turns my stomach; It's a plot" The lower Up shot out. MacLean's attention was deferential. He had always liked Hardin; all the fellows did. But he was jumping oft wrong this time. He'd brought it all on himself. "He said something about a levee for the towns. He's got to Investigate that before he goes to the front." "A levee? Well, wouldn't that Jar you?" Hardin addressed the stenographer In the transparent shirtwaist. "Does he think we're going to have another flood this season? Thinks It's going to reach the hotel and wet his clothes? Take the starch out of his shirts?" He flung out of his chair, throwing the papers back Into the drawer. He stamped out of the office, mad clear through. To this crisis they had sent down a dandy, a bookman who wanted to build a levee. Oh, hell! "They'll come crawling after me to help them after this fellow's burled himself under river mud, come calling to me as they did after Maitland failed. 'Please, Mr. Hardin, won't you come back and finish your gate!' Til see them dead first. No, I'll be fool enough to do It. I can't help myself. I'm a Hardin. I have to finish what I've begun." It was not because this'was a pet enterprise, the great work of his life, that he must eagerly eat humble pie, take the buffets, the falls, and come whining back when they whistled to him. He told himself It was because of his debt to the valley, to the ranchers. The colonists were about desperate. Who could blame them ? The last year's floods had worked havoc with their crops; this year had been a horror. The district they called No. 6 was a screaming irony of ruin. The last debauch of the river had made great gashes through the ranches, had scoured deep gorges which had Undermined the canals on which the water supply for No. 6 depended. The suits were piling up against the D. R., damage suits, and they hold up his gate, while he gets the curses of the valley. And Mr. Rickard thinks he'll build a levee! He flung himself on the couch In the tent. Gerty was laying a careful cloth' for supper. A brave, determined smile was arranged on her lips. The noon storm had passed. She hummed a gay little tune. If there waB anything Hardin hated it was humming. "You'll have your dude to dinner all right," her husband announced. "He's In town." ' "Yes, I know," rejoined his spouse. "I had a letter from him yesterday. From Imperial.** Tom sat up glaring, "He wrote to you from Imperial?" His wife misplaced thte accent. She misunderstood Tom's scowl. It was the old story over again. Whenever those two men came together the old feeling of Jealousy must be revived again! It was unpleasant of course, very unpleasant to have men care like that, but it made life exciting. Life had been getting a little stale lately-- like a book of obvious, even plot Richard's entrance Into the story gave a new interest, a new twist. She hummed an air from a new opera that had set the world waltzing. " Hardin's thoughts did not touch her at the hem. He was at the headgate, his gate. What the deuce had Rickard to Iwperlfcl &Hrl Ut* waaa't tfc*; darnedest ass! Imperial! And the gate hung up! "For God's sake stop that buzzing!" The happy little noise was quenched, lnnes, entering at that moment, heard the rough order. She looked Imploringly at her sister-in-law. * "Supper's on the table," cried Gerty. the fixed, determined smile still on her lips. A congenial dinner party, It may, be imagined, was this one ^oohsisting of Hardin, the deposed general manager; RIckard, the man who has supplanted him; Hardin's sister, who loves her brother devotedly and resents bitterly the appointment of Rickard to succeed him, and Hardin's wife, former sweetheart of Rickard. Read about this Interesting situation in the next installment (TO BE CONTINUED.) BACK TO HIS OLD FREEDOM t ---1-- Stormy Petrel, After Brief 8tay With •a Tame Birds, Returns to Hit Accustomed Plaoe. *4"he stormy petrel has left us^ said Sergeant McGee of the pnrk police. "He appeared to be getting along with the mudhens like a house on fire, but on Monday or Tuesday last he Jtrat faded away, and now he Is back on his ocean wave or wherever else ^eticM go when they get tired of tho W^npany of mudhens. "But a successor has C<KZ* from the briny deep to keep up tto tradltipns of the blue-water birds on Sto,w lake. He Is only a seagull, and a seagull is not such a rara avis on terra as our lost friend, the stormy petrel. Nevertheless he Is the first wild one of his kind that has ever tarried with us for two weeks, and seemed to keep comfortable. "He has no use for either the ducks or the mudhens. That is to say, he does not mix with them. But he has struck up a friendship with Anthony and Cleopatra, the two pelicans of the Nile, and there is no driving him away from them. Maybe he thinks they will protect him from the mudhens, maybe it is a case of 'the desire of the moth for the Star,' and he Is In love with one of them. If so, it Is ohly a matter of flme when one or the other of them wlil get Jealous and gobble him up In one gulp."--San Francisco Bulletin. Lake SilJan. The forested district round about Lake Slljan Is one of the most. Interesting bits of country In the world. In the matter of local color and folk customs that have been preserved almost unchanged from earlier times. Lake Slljan lies In the heart of Sweden. In a region still relatively Isolated. The lake Is large enough to afford traffic for small steamers,, and the country boats of the peasants are numerous. In dress and customs, the people of the villages that dot the shores have kept the variety and color that distinguished country districts before nodern means of transportation made the world a unit, forcing us all to dress and act and think alike. Thus the village of Orsa has even a dialect markedly different from Its neighbors, which Is said to resemble the old Scotch more than Swedish. People of villages 10 or 12 miles apart can be distinguished by their distinctive dres|k --Chicago Dally News. War Makee Deer Migrate. War has driven the deer of Massachusetts from one of their favorite stands. When the six days' open season started hunters who have been accustomed stalk the animals In the Nashua River valley in the central part of the state had to flnd a new objective, for what was once a great area of scrub growth is now the canton* ment city Camp Devens. Reports from towns a short distance away indicate that large numbers of deer have found refuge in woods not many miles away. Sportsmen anticipated a leaner season than for many years, a comparative scarcity of deer being reported by residents of rural districts. • Only Small Transgrisalem1.* Jane had a new tricycle, but had been told not to leave the front walk. Instead of minding her mother she rode around the block. On her return her mother scolded her and asked why she did not obey. Jane thought of no good excuse, so said: "Well, I dldnt fink you would care If I Just went b» Mad U* bleak." PAPI* DIAPCPtIN INtTAMtt# > MUSVlt A«V OIVrilMMOt , V; IfT BTOMAOM. of undigested food wing >n pain. When your stomach Is add, gaa* sy, soar, or you have flatulence, heart*' burn, hers is Instant rrilef--No wal* •• pmy *mr lust as soon mb e«t a two of Pape's Diapepaln all that dy*» pepsia, Indigestion and stozttach distress ends. These pleasant hannleas tablets of Pape's Dlapepsln never M to make sick, upset stomachs feel flae at once, and they coat drug stores. AdT. Lessens Life's Beauty. The failure to express what we fSel of love and admiration and the expression of feeling due to lmp&tlenea, not of the spirit, but of overtaxed nerves, are causes of the loss of mucfe that helps to mate life beautiful*^ The Outlook. It takes Congress to settle a atrflMfc but an unruly stomach Is subdued bp Garfield Tea.--Adv. Good Name. 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"One morning when shoeing a horse I was taken with a sudden pain iu my back and fell flat on the floor. If I had been hit with a trip hammer, I couldn't have suffered more. I stayed in the house for five weeks and the pain was wearing the life out of me. At times, I couldn't get a wink of sleep because of the misery and I had to get up every few moments lb Ti blTaiin to pass the secretions that were highly colored, of foul odor, filled with sandy sediment and terribly scalding. My bladder felt as though it were afire. The pain brought stupor and a reeling sensation in my head; the torture of it cannot be described. If I got onto my feet I couldn't walk but felt dizzy and all in a flutter and everything would turn black. My head ached so it seemed as though my eyes were being draeged out. I started Using Doan't Kidney Ptlls and I was soon rid of all the trouble." Subscribed and sworn to before int. C. H. COGGESHALL, Notary Public. 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