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ASPIRIN Name “Bayer” on Genuine “Bayer Tablets of Aspirin" Is genuine Aspirin proved safe by millions und prescribed by physicians for over twenty years. Accept only an unbroken “Bayer package” which contains proper directions to relieve Headache, Toothache. Earache, Neuralgia, Rheumatism, Colds and Pain. Handy tin boxes of 12 tablets cost few cents. Druggists also sell larger “Bayer packages.” Aspirin is trade mark Bayer Manufacture Monoaceticacidester of Salicyllcacld. —Adv. Lessened Mortality. A Baltimore specialist on diphtheria is quoted as saying that the conquest of this disease in its first stages can now be formally, proclaimed. It is stated that statistics reveal that whereas formerly four out of every ten persons stricken with diphtheria died, now only four out of 1(X) die. It is only a comparatively few years ago that diphtheria was one of the most dreaded’diseases. HOT WEATHER Hits the Stomach Hardest Chicago, Rl.—Hot weather upsets the strongest stomach and causes serious trouble for the weak ones, so word is now going, out to thdusahds of eatonic users that they should, during this hot weather, be on the safe side and take one eatonic tablet wibout half an hour before meals, as well as after eating. Do this and keep the excess acids and poisonous gases from forming- in stomach and bowels. Eatonic acts quickly ; it "will help the appetite and take away the hot-weather, feverish, thirsty feeling front mouth and stomachi because it takes up the excess acids, poisons and gases and carries them out of the body and, of course, when the cause of the trouble is removed, there can be no bad feeling. Eatonic is like a bit of candy, and is recommended to all as a safe, sure remedy these hot days for stomach and bodily troubles, .caused from overeating and drinking cold tilings. Adv. Qualified It. “Yes. sir.” said Brown, “.Unison said, .you were an old fool. But I stood by you. I defended you all right.” “Did you?” returned Smith. “That was good of you. What did you say?” "Oh, 1 said you weren't so very old.” Important to all Women Readers of this Paper Thousands upon thousands of , women have kidney or bladder trouble and never •suspect it. Women’s complaints often prove to be ■ nothing else but kidney trouble, or the result of kidney or bladder disease. If the kidneys are not in a healthy condition. they may cause the other organs to become diseased. You may suffer pain in the back, headache and loss of ambition. Poor health makes you nervous, irritable and may be despondent; it makes any one so. But hundreds of women claim that Dr. Kilmer's Swamp-Root, .by restoring health to the kidneys, proved to be just § the remedy needed to overcome such conditions. Many sendl fog a sample bottle to see what Swanip-Root, the great kidney, liver and -bladder medicine,: will do for them. Bj’ enclosing ten cents to Dr. Kilmer & Qq., -Binghamton, N. Y., yog may receive sample size bottle by Parcel Post. Y’ou can purchase medium and large size bottles at all drug stores.—Adv. Seasoned. “How did the returned soldier make himself such a favorite with the women?” - "When he told them how he had been mustered in and then peppered with shot, lie convinced them he was the salt of the earth.” His Hearing Restored. The invisible antiseptic ear drum Invented by Mr. A. O. Leonard, which is in reality a miniature megaphone, Eitting inside the ear and entirely out of sight, is restoring the hearing of literally hundreds of people in New York City. Mr. Leonard invented this remarkable drum to relieve himself of ■deafness and head noises, and it does this so successfully that no one could tell that lie sea deaf man. This ear drum is effisetiye when deqi’.ness is caused by cwtaurh, or,Eby perforated or vholly destrowid naturtil A request for naoymatipj addressed to A. O. Leonard, Suite 9f, 7Q Fifth avenue, New Yosk City, will be given a prompt reply.—Adverttsemppt All In Harmony. “That laundry, establishment is strictly up to date.” “Yes; I understand they are going to- put their offices in a flatiron building.” To Have a Clear Sweet Skin. Touch pimples, redness, roughness or itching, if any, with Cuticura Ointment, then bathe with Cuticura Soap and hot water. Rinse, dry gently and dust on a. little Cuticura Talcum to leave a fascinating fragrance on skin. Everywhere 25c each. —Adv. Joyous Fire Drill. The managers of a babies’ home in Portland, Ore., have made fire drills a real delight for the children by installing a zinc-lined -chute reaching from the second story to the ground, A torpid liver condition prevents proper food aeelm'latlon. Tone up your liver with Wright’s Indian Vegetable Pills. They Mt gently and surely.—Adv. Suspicious Hurt. “He came out of his first battle wounded In the heel.” “Humph; that * must have been a running sore.” Don’t trot around all day In a clr&et somewhere.

I The Mystery of Hartley Hoose j By CLIFFORD S. RAYMOND | Illustrated by IRWIN MYERS Copyright by George H. Doran Co. ►*«;>

n - ' 1 -Q i THE HAUNTED POOL. Syopsis. — Dr. John Michelson, just beginning his career, becomes resident physician and companion ‘ of Homer Sidney at Hartley house. Mr. Sidney is an American, a semiinvalid, old and rich and very de- 1 slrous to live. Mrs. Sidney is a Spanish woman, dignified and reticent. Jed, the butler, acts like a privileged member of the family. Hartley house is a fine old isolated country place, with a murder story, a “haunted pool,” and many watch- I dogs, and an atmosphere of mystery. The “haunted pool” is where. Richard Dobson, son of a former ! owner of Hartley house, had killed i his brother, Arthur Dobson. Jed begins operations by locking the doctor in his room the very first |. night. Doctor John fixes his door so he can’t be locked in. He meets Isobel, daughter of the house, and j falls in love at first sight. In the Hight he finds the butler drunk and holding Mrs. Sidney, by the wrist. He interferes. Mrs. Sidney makes light of it. John buys a revolver. John overhears Jed telling Mrs. Sidney he will have his way. In I reply she says she will not hesitate to kill him. Mrs. Sidney asks John I to consent to the announcement of his engagement to Isobel. The young people consent to the makebelieve engagement. Later they find it is to head off Jed. who | would marry Isobel. Jed tries to kill John, but the matter rs smoothed over. John, though “ea- i gaged’ to Isobel, conceals his love. ‘j Mr. Sidney visits a nearby prison and has Dobson, the murderer, pointed out. Queer stories of the ■ “haunted pool” are told. o . .. ■“ ...:.-=o CHAPTER V—Continued. —6— “And tell sad stories of the deaths| of kings." said Jed. 'drawing his chair ■ nearer to the fire and spreading out ; his hands before it. He was drinking i more rationally now, sipping his wine ; instead of gulping it. He had arrived at his desired state and wished to maintain it. Mr. Sidney seemed to feel a comfortable glow as Jed drank. There was no doubt that by suggestion he obtained physical sensations of stimulation and joviality. "If we had a ghost.” §aid Mr. Sidney, "it would walk on such a night.” The wind made an extraordinary at- ’ tack upon the windows as he spoke ■ and sucked a soughing sound from the chimney. “Tell the doctor the story of the pool,” Mr.’ Sidney said to Jed. “We ■ are in the comfortable werewolf state. ' Let's have our legend, Do you want j to add a shiver to your contentment, < doctor?” he asked. “1 want to hear the story,” I said. I I "So do I, once,again.” said Mr. Sid- I ney. “ —on such.a night.” “This place once belonged to a fam- | ily named Dobson,” said Jed. "It was a very ol'd family—for' American families,’’ said Mr. Sidney. "Came over in 1610,” said Jed. “English Puritans from Holland,” said Mr. Sidney. "Go ahead, Jed. I sha’n’t interrupt.” “After the capture of New Amsterdam from the Dutch by the English, the Dobsons came down from the north and bought this manor-house from the Dutch family that had it. , Then the Dobsons lived here in a simple fashion. . "They renamed it Hartley house for tlieir father, who was Hartley Dobson. That’s its name now.” “I don’t want to break in unnecessarily,” I said, “but where do you get your’ information, Jed?” “It’s all in records in the library,” he answered, “and if I am going to tell the story I want a fair chance. . . . A lot of generations of Dobsons lived here. There was always a Dobson family in the house, and the property came down to the generation - that made this story. There were two boys in that family—a half century ago—the sons of James and Henrietta Dobson. “Henrietta Dobson died when her son Richard was nine years old and her other son Henry was seven years old. James Dobson died two years later, and the boys were parentless. This family was an argument against families.” “That’s one of the heterodox notions I have instilled in an innocent mind,” said Mr. Sidney. “Jed, you must not repeat phrases in your narratives. You parrot things and try to pass them as observations.” “You’ll have him surly in a moment,” I suggested, “and then where is the story?” “I never knew him surly,” said Mr. i Sidney, “and he could not be in his i genial wine.” Jed showed the flicker of a malignant glance in my direction and went on with his story evenly and good-na-turedly. “I don’t pretend to have all the details or to understand it,” he said; "but from what I learn, Richard Dobson, the elder brother, was strong and brutal. Henry Dobson, the younger brother, was frail and sensitive. I guess they hated each other from the cradle. “Dick, jvhen’he was four and Henry was two, found ways of tormenting his younger brother. The best thing Henry ever had from Richard was contempt.” "I have known families of that nature,” said Mr. Sidney. “Our conventions teach us to regard a family tie as a sacrament. In many cases it is only an odious obligation leading to tragedy.” “Dick knew all of Henry’s weaknesses,* Jed continued. “Sometimes he would torture him physically, by twisting his wrist or rolling him over on the ground when young girls were around. Sometimes he would torture him without laying hands on him. “Dick was a thick-headed brute, but he had a genius for cruelty. When their parents died and the boys ap-

i proached their majority, Henry was almost an imbecile for fear of Dick. “Dick wanted then to get his inheritance and go out into the world, but the estate was left in trust until both boys were of age. Dick came of age and was obliged to wait two years for Henry.” 1 was astonished by the succinct and philosophical brevity of this ignorant man’s narrative. Mr. Sidney was at j ease in his chair with his eyes closed | and a placid expression of pleasure on his face. Jed was active in gestlcula- | tion as he talked. That was the effect of the wine. The wind continued ' to pull at the chimney and scold in the ■ corners. “Jed has read a great deal to me,” said Mr. Sidney without opening his eyes. "I think he has become theatric.” “Well,” said Jed, “to shorten a story, when Dick, being twenty-one, found that he had to wait two more years for . Henry, he became more brutal than j ever. In some way or other, the night I of the murder the two brothers hap- j pened to meet in a tavern in a village ’ not far from Hartley house. Henry did not want to go home with his brother, but they both got drunk and ■ they started to walk home together. “No one has been able to do much I more than guess at what took place, i but it was known that Richard was a I brute and that Henry was scared of : him but was not a coward. They must have had a violent quarrel. “There was a cottage near the pool. | The only person in it at the time was I a little girl, whose parents were not at . home. She was awakened by cries and swearing. She said that she heard one man say : ‘They’ll find you dead in the "morning.’ Then she heard sounds of a struggle and was scared and hid her head under the bedclothes. “When her parents came home she told them what she had heard, and they went out with a lantern to the | place from which the noise came. They , found parts of Henry’s clothing. The ■ next day Richard was found, ten miles ■ away, still drunk. He confessed that j he had killed his brother in a drunken rage. “Afterward he said that he hadn’t, I but he admitted that there had been a quarrel. It was a most celebrated i trial. Richard was convicted, though ' the state could not produce any indubitable physical evidence of Henry’s death. The contention over this evidence made the case noted. “Richard Dobson is in the peniten- j tiary at Alwick now. Henry’s ghost I is what is supposed to come back to •! the pool.” . | The wind howled outside; and the ; fire burned cheerfully. As a romanticist I felt rebellious. The ghost story lacked antiquity. A good ghost story would not have any human element ini it a prisoner in a nearby penitentiary] It was too common a savor of the pres-l ent. “But Stevenson would have liked story,” said Mr. Sidney. “It has so much hate in it. Probably it is bei cause I live here where this tale of hate has its scene that I enjoy ‘The Master of Ballantrae’ so much.” CHAPTER VI. When I said good-night to Mr. Sidney and Jed I did not go to my room. A little alcoholic stimulant to one unaccustomed to it will .break down routine. 1 went to the library to select a book and take it to my room. The fire in the library was burning cheerfully. The wind had a clear sweep at the windows. To a slightly exhilarated perception the circumstances were alluringly comfortable. I found a good book, but lost the inclination to go to my room. I sat down in a comfortable chair, having turned off all the lights except of the At the Edge of the Pool a Man Was Revealed in the Moonlight. reading lamp. The library was large, and when the reading lamp alone was lighted there were deep shadows and the room was largely in darkness. I read for a while and then fell asleep. I had no intention of doing that, but drowsiness came irresistibly and I was gone before I could force mysfelf to go to bed. It was two o’clock when I awoke. The wind had died down. I felt restless and uneasy, not being accustomed to falling asleep-in this fashion. The sensation of waking up and having perceptions struggle to establish not only location but identity was unpleasant. I started then for bed but stopped at the main door of the house on my way. I went to look to the fastenings and found that Jed. whose

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duty it was to close the house, had forgotten to lock and bar the door. It was this incident of seeing the chain hanging down and of going to the door that suggested a cure for my unpleasant restlessness after the nap in the library. I opened the door and went outside for a walk. The moon in its last quarter was rising in a cloud-filled sky. There was j light one instant and then dark. I ex- | pected the dogs to join me, but none I came. A challenge arose within me—to go down by the way toward the haunted pool. It was the moral taunt of a sugI gested cowardice. I thought of the : place and of all 1 had been told of it; I and the instinctive apprehension, perceptible as I stood on the steps to the entrance, provoked the challenge. It seemed Imperative. It •would have been a moral retreat to go back into ! thq house, as would have been sensible, lock the door and go to bed. That I sejemed like backing down in the face 'of an inviting danger. These chalj Ipngesi are inconsequential, but they I sejem important to character, j I did not have the real moral cour- ■ age, which was<to turn iny back on the i invitation and go indoors. I went down , tl)e steps to prove to myself my confi- | deuce in myself—thereby disproving I it. As I neared the pool, the moon went ■ behind a cloud. I came to a clump of I pushes. The moon came, from ’ behind ■ | its cover. There was a gentle flood ). lof returning light. I was in, or rather ; behinn, a screen of trees and brush. The pool was fifty feet away. At the edge of the pool a man was revealed in the moonlight. He leaned bn a stick. The moon went behind another Cloud, and the figure on the bank became indistinct. It almost disappeared. I stood still, with apprehensive shud- ■ tiers working up x and down my spine, i j The phenomenon was outrageous and i ; unbelievable. The moonlight flashed ■ out again for an instant. I saw the! ■ figut’e again but persuaded or tried to] persuade myself that I did not see it, I to say to myself that it was a bush I i twisted into extravagant shape by my [ ■imagination. The moon went under a great dark cloud. I made a moral and physical retreat. I did not run. That would have been an honest confession and expression of desire. I was hypocritical and walked, but my moral defeat i was complete. I There was a man at the haunted I pool. I had seem him and something had deterred me fr.oiri speaking to him, finding out who he was or why he was there. A really violent change came ’into our lives. A suggestion that Mr. Sidney go to the South for the winter was ■ acted upon, and within a month I was separated from the place and people so important in my affections. Doctor Brownell had been called to Hartley house by Mr. Sidney’s discouraging condition. Our invalid had overtaxed himself the evening he displayed such activity in his room, such unusual strength and agility. The following morning he was almost in col- , lapse. I was alarmed and telephoned Doctor Brownell, who came out at once. “You will see his will pull him through,” he said. “If it were not for that, I should be alarmed. He .s very low.” ’ "I blame myself for permitting the unusual exertion,” I said. “My judgment wps deluded, I think, by my happiness at seeing him so strong. He really seemed strong. It did not seem fictitious or unnatural.” Doctor Brownell said that the phenomenon was not new in his experience with Mr. Sidney’s case; "I have had it six years,” he said, “and this is the sixth time he has gone [ from unexplained and unnatural | strength to extreme and dangerous ■ weakness. And always In the fall — ! somewhere about this time. Each time I have seen his will assert itself and strengthen him in hi.s exhaustion.” The day I called Doctor Brownell I had been too concerned and alarmed to pay much attention to anyone but Mr. Sidney and did not observe until toward evening that Jed was malignantly unfriendly again in hfs attitude toward me. Finally he made it apparent by a bit of vicious insolence. I had determined never again to take hold of that nettle gingerly but to clutch it. “What do you mean by that?” I asked. . “There is a plague of officiousness about here, or has been since you came." he said. “You locked the front door last night some time, didn’t you?” “I found it open this morning, and after I had walked about the grounds for a while I came in and threw the bolt,” I told him. He seemed unpleasantly astonished —jolted and disturbed. “You were abroad last night!” he exclaimed. “You had locked me in, I know,” I said, “-"-or thought you had. I found my door bolted when I went back to my room. I wasn’t in it when you bolted it,” I added. “I was asleep in. the library. When I awakened I went outside for a moment. The door was unfastened. I bolted it when I came in.” Jed was more disturbed, and be showed it. “Where did you go?” he “I walked around,” I said, “down by the river.” His discomposure became acute. He looked sick. “Where were the dogs?” I asked. “I didn’t see any.” He tried to smile. "They Avere with me,” he said. “I was out, and you locked me out That’s

why I have been so indignant. I came back and found I had to break into the house. I was in a hurry. You Wouldn’t have liked it yourself.” “I don’t like it myself. I don’t like being locked tp my room. I’ll not have it. I I had given you to understand tha; it would not be tolerated. I do no< want to annoy the family by complaints, but I will not endure that.” “Well, you can see the occasion for It. Y’ou were loose last night, and your conscientious officiousness made trouble. I knew your type, the moment I set eyes on you. I said here’s a trouble-making person with a duty. You show it. Os course, you had to bolt that door. Y’ou could not assume that it was open for a purpose. No thought of anybody that might be outside! I knew you. That’s why we’re safe only when you are locked in your room.” f “Well, I'll not have it,” I insisted, “and you can understand that. It is flat. Why do you have to run around the grounds at night?” “Do, you have to be judge, of my habits? If you do, it may satisfy you to know that I frequently liave many k "Th u F “Do You Have to Be Judge of My Habits?" duties to perform for Mr. Sidney in the night; I Frequently drink too much wine. I frequently walk around the grounds to clear my head and be able to do what is needed by Mr. Sidney.” My mind had jumped to a conclusion. “Were you at the pool last night?” 1 asked. a “Yes,” he said. He was very ugly. '“You seem to be a Paul Pry,” he said. "You ought to be manacled.” I was not interested in Jed. I was thinking of my figure at the pool. As embodied in Jed it did not fascinate me. I • “It might have been in Montevideo.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) ALL, BOW TO. SUPERSTITION At Least, Few of the Fair Sex Have Not a Firm Belief in Marriage Charms. In the great Cave of the Winds, in Colorado, a place visited each year by scores of tourists, in one cornet the visitor is always impressed by & curious thing that looks like a mattress and that turns out, on closer acquaintance, to be an immense pile of hairpins, combs, barettes and hair ornaments. < It seems that there is a superstition afoot that every widow and unmarried woman who leaves a hairpin or hair ornament there will be married within the year and, though most of the women who visit the cave laugh at the story and look very incredulous, not a few surreptitiously shake out an invisible or two before leaving, “just for luck.” Nor is this the only mute testimony to the ever-feminine credulity and belief in marriage charms. At Ramona’s Wedding Place, also out West, Is a well, the bottom of which gleams bright with confess pennies and other coins, left there by passing visitors who were told that tossing a coin down the well would bring them each a husband within a year. So the pennies accumulated, and already Viere is a small fortune lying at the bottom of Ramona’s well. Nor is this superstition of travelers the only evidence in the case. One has only to see the young girls (and some of the old), waiting to catch the bricle’s bouquet at a wedding in order to be the next bride, to know that they are all ready to test out any husband-getting charm. And one may look in vain for the single girl brave enough to take the “last piece” of cake or candy on the plate and thus run the risk of becoming an “old maid.”—Philadelphia Record. — It Is Time. “Hatpins to match the color of the to be very fashionable this year,” according to a trade journal. This should be good news to those street car travelers who object to having green hatpins stuck in their blue eyes. —Punch London. Nearly All Water. Mushrooms generally consist of 90 per cent water, but the remaining 10 per cent is more nutritious than bread.

IN OLD COOMASSIE West African Town Not Always A Quiet Spot. Considered Thoroughly Up to Date Today, it Was the Scene, Twenty Years Ago, of Grim Tragedy of Frontier Warfare. Marjorie and Alan Letheridge, the special correspondents of the London Daily Telegraph In West Africa, write as follows from Coomassle. capital of the British colony of Ashaniiland: At the present day Coomassle looks more like an Indian town than any other on the coast, and it Is the pride of its resldjents that socially it is also like India. There are real grass tennis courts, a teal regimental band, and, before the war, there was the best polo team in the colony. Such it is today, and yet, only twenty years ago, the quaint little fort in the center of the town was the scene of one of the grimmest sieges of Britain’s many frontier wars. Only the fact that all eyes were turned on South Africa at that time prevented the siege of Coomassie from taking its proper place in history. But we who liave experienced the inconveniences and discomforts of trekking “de luxe.’f and who knows how much is needful in this part of the world to make life even bearable, can appreciate somewhat the sufferings.borne by the ilCt’emlers of the fort and the agonizing suspense that they endured until they heard the first shots of the relieving force. The 'cnief Commissioner of Ashanti now lives in the fort which gave lt f s meager protection to Captain Bishop, Lieutenant Ralph and Dr. Hay, with their 12J soldiers, during tlytse interminable weeks. One now has an evening gin| and bitters on the very spot from which those three officers could see the fires of burning villages and hear the walling of starving women and children. The Ashantis themselves seem to have shot their last bolt in the way of "frightfulness,” however, and no longer rank among the brave tribes Os the colony. Only one trace of the romance of the past remains. Where is the golden stool of Ashanti? It disappeared in 1896 and has never been seen since. On it the Ashanti chiefs had sat and dispensed their own peculiar form of justice from the earliest days and, so far as is known, it is still concealed in the innermost recesses of their land. But it would be a Brave European who openly attempted to track it to its hiding place, and there is just a possibility that It has been privately, sold during a period of financial stress. Kofe Karikari. the King of Ashanti in 1873. behaved in an even more sacrilegious manner. He 'secretly opened the mausoleum of his ancestors and. robbeq their bodies of the golden ornaments without which no Ashanti of any means is ever lowered into the tomb. It would never have been discovered had not the lynx eyes of the queen-mother observed that the favorite.wives of the king were inexplicably) wearing rings and bracelets of antique workmanship. A little investigation and she denounced him publicly. An admission of his guilt was the only (thing left for King Kofe. He had sold the major proportion of his plunder, so he magniloquently informed his chiefs he intended to blow himself and them up with gunpowder in order to obliterate his shame. “We are quite ready to die as you request,” was their reply, “but blow yourself up first.” It is perhaps superfluous to add that King Kofe did nothing of the sort Old Japan Disappearing. Japan is so. fast adapting and adopting not only western customs mid manners, but western architecture, as well, but the traveler, who wishes to see anything Japanese must get out of the cities and off the beaten track. Standing on the Ginza, Toklo’s main thoroughfare, the stranger will be amazed at the variety of fashions that will pass along before him. A gentleman in evening dress is followed by another who wears a fuock coat and bowler hat, and by still another robed In native haori and hakama, canopied by a top hat, and sporting an expensive cane or umbrella. Behind these strolls along a man in overalls, followed by one in a yet more mongrel costume —a suit of white cotton undetwear, over which is a cotton kimono and no shirt. All this is immensely comical, but the Japanese take it as a matter of course. The Japanese wpmen, however, are free from these Eurasian indiscretions in dtess and habit, preserving as yet their graceful native costumes. Wood Alcohol. . The wood alcohol used in the United States is obtained chiefly from the destructive distillation of wood—hard Wood, birch, maple, oak, elm and alder being those most frequently used. Tl\e chief uses to which it is put are for tjie denaturing of ’grain alcohol; for various purposes in lines of common manufacture (especially as a solvent in the preparation of shellac, varnish, dyes, etc.); as an ingredient tn medical and pharmaceutical preparations*; in the chemical industries and as a fuel and illuminant. Only within recent years has wood alcohol become so dangerous to life and sight. Formerly it was a dark, bad-smelling, bad-tasting fluid which no one was tempted to drink. Later a process was developed by which this color, smell and taste are removed. Wood alcohol, when purified in this way, looks, smells and tastes like grain alcohol, and may thus be easily substituted for it by unscrupulous persons.— Illinois Health News, October, 1919. Signals of Royal Travel. When King George travels the locomotive drawing his train carries by day three disks bearing the royal arms, while by night it carries four lights—two white, a green and a purple. *

DO ALL MY HOUSEWORK Before I took Lydia; E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound I could hardly stand, says Mrs. Kwarcinski. Chicago, Ill.—“I suffered with displacement and irregularities and I did

not know what to do. My mother advised me to take Lvdia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound and I use the Sanative I Wash so 1 took her I advice and used these remedies and cured myself. I feel fine and do all my housework which I could not do before, as I tould hardly

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