The Wateree messenger. (Camden, S.C.) 1884-1942, April 17, 1935, Image 7
The Man From Yonder
By HAROLD TITUS
Copyright 192S-1934, Harold Titu*.
WNU Service.
CHAPTER VII ? Continued
?11 ?
Elliott had her wide open, now, and
the loads, on that grade, ran easily
despite the binding cold In their Jour
nal*. The rock and pitch of tho en
gine were beyond belief. It seemed as
though Its weight must carry the light
steel from irs spikes as the careening
threw tons of strain first one way and
then the other.
The curve at the trestle's approach
rushed up the valley toward him and
through Elliott's mind swam all man
ner of misgivings. It seemed at the
moment that If by any freak chance
the wheels should stay on the rails,
then those rails must surely give be
fore the strain that the train's flight
would exert as It took that curve. He
threw one quick glance backward ro
see Tim Jeffers crouched on his high
perch as a circus rider might stand on
his boldly galloping steed. The old
man chewed briskly and, as he caught
a flash of Ben's face, spat and made
one impressive gesture with a mlttened
hand, bidding the younger man get out
side.
Ben had done all that he could do
In the cab. Nothing within his power
would be of avail If they left the track
and, inside, he would have no chance
at all should the wild run come to Its
end in the smoking waters of the river.
And so he backed Into the gangway
between tank and engine and slid down
to the step, clinging to the hand rails,
?taring ahead, ready to ler go if the
worst, and the highly probable, hap
pened.
The curve was there, a train's length
beyond.
It was there, the length of their loco
motive ahead. . . . The trucks took
It with a screech and a bounce and a
grind. She turned sharply and Ben
thought he felt her tipping, tilting, the
step beneath his feet rising as the force
that strove them off at a tangent as
serted itself. . . . He swung far out,
to give her that much more balance,
and they were straightening out with
the loads thundering and clanking and
leaping behind and he breathed deeply,
realizing that for the Interval his lungs
had not functioned.
Elliott looked back again, Tim's
knees were bent still lower. He was
leaning far to the right and he nodded
sharply as if in triumph.
And now they charged at the bridge,
at that rough, new crossing of Hoot
Owl. The engine bounced and quiv
ered and seemed to stumble as she
took the newly lnld track. But she
slammed back to balanoe and her tires
chewed the frost, and they were over
and charging the rise beyond !
Ben clambered back Into the cab and
tugged at the throttle, cursing because
It would not open wider. He strained
as though by his very posture to help
the machinery meet that demand upon
It. Nobly, the little locomotive breasted
the rise; bravely she lunged Into that
hill with the exhaust roaring fit to beat
the rusted, burned stack from her.
She spat cinders and smoke high Into
the air and the steam clouds from
leaking gaskets enveloped Elliott, curl
ing about him, shutting ofT his view.
They were slowing, now. The roar
ing drum of the exhaust had dropped
now to a sharp panting.
They were half-way up before he
touched the reserve levor. He let it
down slowly, a notch at a time, using
every last Inch of the momentum he
had gained. Up, now, three-quarters
of the way. Ben could see the
rails on the bit of level going at the
top. Up another train's length, slowing
with each foot gained. Afar ofT, across
the snow-blanketed country, a plume
of white vapor trailed a break in the
forests. That was the local, crossing
the river, swinging In toward his sid
ing.
"Go It, girl I Oo It, girl I" he yelled
at the engine, swinging one fist.
She Shoved her nose over the crest,
seeming to weave it from side as In
distress. Her drivers slipped and spun
a half turn ; caught on sand, held. Sho
began a stuttering, dying pufT. The
sound wavered. She seemed to stop. .
?nd cleared her cylinders with a short
telch. . . .
fihe was on top. Her last breath had
thlrned the trick.
"Hold to It, old timer I Hold to It I"
Ben croaked.
The first car gained the crest. The
locomotive was on the down grade!
DOW} the second car coming across the
POak. The third car rumbled over the
top and Tim Jeffers, dropping his
peavey, wormed along the logs and
flopped down to the brake wheel as
Ben shut her off, set the brakes and
with a boyish swing of one arm yanked
on the whistle cord to set hor voice
?creaming.
Back on the last car Tim clubbed
brake wheels. Out on the first, Ben
RlllOtr drove the shoe home. The an
cient locomotive dug hor heels In and
Mttled bsrk. Down and down they
want on the frost slick steel, gather
ing speed that was as alarming as the
, flowing of their pace had been a mo
/Jnent before. But with every train
langth traveled Tim Jeffers was set
ting more brakes against the humming
wheals.
She slid, she slipped, she squealed
complained and clattered her way
-down that final mile. They had her
?ader control at last and slowly they
edged around the curve at the mill
pond, out onto the siding and to a full
stop.
Ben, dropping down, ran acroBg to
the main line and held up His hand.
Half a mile down the track the local
puffed In toward him. The whlstlo
sent up Its cloud of steam at his signal,
he heard the engineer shutting off and
In minutes the train slid In, brakes
grinding.
"That stuff go?" the conductor called,
swinging down from the way car.
"That stuff goes!" Ben said almost
reverently and turned to face Tim who
was filling his pipe with unsteady
hands.
It was a moment for the right word.
But Tim Jeffers was not a man of
words; not of many words.
"Well, you done It," he said simply.
"Yeah. With your help."
"Still needln' a camp boss?"
"Badly !"
"S'pose I'd do?"
"Do! Lord. Tim, If?"
"All right. I'm hired to get out logs
ngaln. Guess I'll hit Mr. Buller for a
cuppa carfee. I've rode trains now 'nd
agnln, Hen, but of all the rides I've
ever took that was what you might call
th' dangdest!"
In a Minnesota lumber town a
bearded man sat near the stove in a
small hotel and heard the story of what
was happening In distant Tlncup.
"Know him?" another listener asked
the narrator.
"Not the kid. I know Brandon, 'nd
I know Tim Jeffers. Top loaded for
him three winters. If Tim's back
there's a hot scrap on and . . . gosh!
but I like scraps."
"Mean you're pulling for Tlncup?"
"I'll say I am
The bearded man cleared his throat.
"You think, then, that the lad's got
a chance of making It against Bran
don?" he asked.
"It sure looks as If he had a chance.
With old Tincup shanty boys hitting
back for their stamping grounds his
chances are getting better. Ever been
In Tlncup, Martin?"
The other closed the blade of his
pocket knife and pulled at the lobe of
his left ear with his right hand.
"I've heard of the place," he said
quietly.
"Better hoist your turkey aud come
along with me. Likely he could find
a place for a good bookkeeper."
Martin smiled oddly but made no
other response.
In far flung camps and mill towns
the story was being repeated, just Buch
men were leaving Jobs and turning
their faces toward Tlncup, known
through the Lake states for the tyranny
that Nicholas Brandon had exercised
there so many years.
Ben, sitting with his feet on Abie's
desk In the Justice's office, grinned
broadly as he told of the latest develop
ments on the Job.
"Sixty-four men In camp this morn
"You say nice things, Ben Elliott t"
"How can anyone help saying nice
things to nice people?"
, She made a playful mouth at him
and Ben, watching her as she advanced
to Abie's desk, thought again that he
never had supposed women grew to
such loveliness.
Her errand with the old Justice was
brief. She and Ben went out to
gether, Dawn on her way home, Bon to
finish his errands In town.
At the corner where their ways part
ed they stopped and Dawn hesitated In
what she had been saying. Then, look
ing Into his face, she asked.
"Does Mr. Ben Elliott ever take tea
with a young woman? You know, I
am beginning to think that I like to
talk to you I"
"Then the risk of having it reported
that I'm a lounge lizard Is as nothing."
The house where Dawn lived was the
house In which she had been born, a
sprawling white frame structure be
neath whispering hemlocks. She led
Ben Into a long, low room, with wide,
low windows, where a fire burned on
an open hearth.
The fine odor of baking bread per
meated the place and as they entered
Dawn lifted her voice In a light hall:
"Oh-ho, Aunt Em 1"
Sounds came from the rear; a door
opened and closed, and then another
door opened which gave Into the room
where they stood, and an ample woman
In a checked apron, her face flushed as
by stove heat, entered hastily.
"Yes, dearie ? Weill" ? stopping In
surprise.
"Aunt Em, this Is Mr. Elliott."
"How d'y do!" Her voice was full
and deep, like a man's. "I've seen you,
young man, and If 1 was a hand to say
what most folks say I'd tell you that
I feel like we're old friends." She
shook hands vigorously. "You're a
big young feller, Ben Elliott I" ? eye
ing him up and down.
Dawn laughed again as she drew off
her coat.
"Don't you tell a soul, Aunt Em, but
we are going to nave tea! If his
shanty boys ever heard about It they
might think he w.is too much civilized
for them."
"Pshaw ! As If what other folks
think counts!" She looked narrowly at
Dawn and Ben saw the girl's face
change. "It's what I've told Dawn
ever since Phe was little, Ben, that
It's what you think about your own self
that matters; not whot anybody else
thinks. Well! You two set and I'll
get tea."
She hurried out and Ben drew up
a comfortable chair before the fire.
In the half hour that elapsed before
the older woman returned Ben learned
much about Dawn McManus. This
was her house, her home. Aunt Em,
then a young woman, had been house
keeper there after Dawn's mother died.
She had stayed on, keeping the place
up through the years that Dawn was
away at school, making a living for
SYNOPSIS
Ben Elliott ? from "Yonder" ? arrive* at the lumbering: town of Tlncup, with
Hon Stuart, old, very sick man, whom he has befriended. He defeats Bull Duval,
"king of the river," and town bully, In a log-blrllng contost. Nicholas Brandon,
the town's leading citizen, resents Stuart's presence, trying to force him to leave
town and Elliott, resenting the act, knocks him down. Elliott Is arrested and
finds a friend In Judge Able Armttage. The judge hires him to run the one lum
ber camp, the Hoot Owl, that Brandon has not been able to grab. This belongs
to Dawn McManus, whose father has disappeared with a murdor charge hang
ing over his head. Brandon sends Duval to beat up Ben, and Ben worBts him
In a flst fight and throws him out of camp. Don Stuart dies, leaving a letter for
Elliott "to be used when the going becomes too tough." Bon refuses to opon the
letter, believing he can win the flght by his own efforts. Fire breaks out In the
rrJll. Ben, leading the victorious flght against the flames, discovers the Are waR
started with gasoline. Elliott gets an offer of spot cash for logs, that will pro
vide money to tide him over. But a definite time limit Is set. Ben meets Dawn
MoManus and d Iscovers she Is not a child, as he had supposed, but a beautiful
yr.ung woman. The railroad bridge over which the Hoot Owl lumber must pass,
and at once, to meet the time limit Imposed In the contract, Is blown up. By
superhuman efforts Ben builds a new bridge overnight.
lng," he snld. "Over thirty of 'em new
and the best looking bunch of loggers
I've seen since I wivr a kid."
Able glanced nt n letter he had been
holding.
"And with the Milwaukee people
standing ready to tlnance 11 R It looks as
If you might, mnybe, perhaps be get
ting ready to find It all down hill and
shady, Hen. I think that Interesting
this particular bank Is the best piece
of work you've done yet."
"Nothing, Able. All I had to show
was what we were doing. They can't
lose with the lumber behind their
notes."
"Unless Rrandon finds a way.
"You've got to watch every loophole.
Renny. And you've got too much for
one man to do."
"Oh, It's not that bad. Things are
straightening out. Tim's a wonder;
Roller Isn't missing a bet. We oughr
to keep right on stepping."
Ren rose to go and, as he did so, the
door opened and Dawn McManua
stepped In out of the lightly falling
Know.
"Oh I" she cried In surprise. It wan
the first time she hnd seen Ren alnee
that morning a mnntfc ago when he
took the veneer loga on their mad ride
to save the Hoot Owl operation from
Immediate Insolvency. "Am I Inter- ,
ruptlng?"
"Come In, Dawn," said Able, rising.
And Rlllott aald: "If you are, It**
nice to be Interrupted."
She looked at him and, at first, her
e^e? held that coolness which waa al
most hostility hut thla melted and she
smiled.
herself by baking, and now that Dnwn
was home again Rhe was the girl's
closest friend and only confidant.
"There are so many peoplo here now
who are not . . . No, I'll put It the
ofher way : I'm not congenial com
pany for many people In this country.
It Isn't their fault. It's wholly mine."
Her manner, which had been easy, be
gan to ptlffefi a bit, Hen thought, as
though she steeled herself for an or
deal.
"People have a right to their opin
ions, of course. Kvldence was strong
against m.v father. Hut he whs no
killer. Mo never harmed anyone. I'm
sure of that. When people think of
him as alive and a fugitive or dead ami
disgraced It stirs my temper I You've
heard about my father."
"Of course."
"Naturally, you would."
They talked, after that, of personal
tastes, of the glories of big country, erf
the limited recreations offered by little
towns.
"Just the movie I Now and then
there's n dance," the girl said, "but
none of the boys seem to want to take
me. ... It Is my fault, likely." Hhe
was staring moodily Into the fire. "I
frighten them away. Mr. Rrandon
asks me to go to the movie now and
then but ... I don't know . .
MRo Rrandon wants to amuse you,
does he?"
"Yes. He's been awfully kind to me.
Always. Of course, 1 know that Able
and a lot of people think he's after the
Hoot Owl and Is quite rufhless about
It but they can prove nothing. He was
so good to me when I wan little and
talks so reasonably to me now that I
can't believe their suspicions are well
founded. Still . . . Things do seem
to happen at Hoot Owl. Mr. Brandon's
explanation of the fire and dynamiting
Is that you made an enemy of Bull
Duval and his friends and that they
are striking back for spite. That
sounds reasonable, doesn't It?"
"Yes," said Ben, unwilling to argue
any such point with her.
At this Juncture Aunt Em came In
with food that was surpassingly fine
and for an hour they sat and talked
while darkness fell.
Ben was rising to go when the door
bell rang. Aunt Em went to answer
the summons and as a man's voice
sounded In the hallway Dawn broke
short what she had started to say. A
moment later Nicholas Brandon en
tered the room.
The man's face, as he crossed the
threshold and saw Ben, was a study.
Lights flickered In his black eyes, a
faint flush whipped up over his dead
Half a Mile Down the Track ths
Local Puffed In Toward Him.
white cheeks and he opened his lips
ns In a light gasp of surprise or else
preparatory to sharp speech.
But he gathered himself on the In
stant, moved directly to Dawn and
with an even, kindly tone greeted her.
The girl turned aB Brandon still held
her hand and Ben thought she was
moving It gently for release.
"Mr. Elliott, I think you must know
Mr. Brandon." Ben bowed, a bit stiffly.
"Yes," he said. "Yes. I met him
once."
Then Nicholas Brandon did nn amaz
ing thing, which went far in explaining
Dawn's skepticism of the town's atti
tude townrd him to Elliott. He laughed.
He laughed easily, naturally, and in
the laughter was an admission of em
barrassment which rang true.
"Indeed we have 1 Under different
circumstances I How are you today,
Elliott?" He advanced and extended
his hand still smiling and Ben was so
amazed that mechanicnlly he accepted
It. "Yes. we've met before," ? turning
to Dawn and Aunt Em ? "under quite
distressing circumstances. We met on
unfriendly ground and both lost onr
heads a little. I hope Mr. Elliott
doesn't harbor any resentment. As far
ns I'm concerned I've only regret for
the affair!"
TO BR CONTINUED.
Friendly Potato Is Not
Appreciated, Expert Say*
One of the very best foods, the po
tato, Is not fully appreciated, asserts
an agricultural expert. For the hu
man body to function properly,
starches nnd sugars are required to
produce energy or fuel ; proteins to de
velop tissue; minerals nnd other dlet
nry essentinls, such ns vltnmlns. Po
Intoes meet the Ideal requirements for
the body by producing a Inrge amount
of energy, some protein, a fnlr nmount
of mlnernls nnd nn adequate assort
ment of essentlnl vltnmlns, as well as
supplying bulk. The potato Is prob
nbly our best staple food and one
which should fill n much Inrger plnce
in our diet.
Many persons avoid potatoes because
of their supposed fattening properties.
Tills popular prejudice hns little foun
dntlon In scientific fact. The potnto,
like nny other food stuff Is fnttenlng
only when eaten In a quantity more
than sufficient to meet the body needs.
The potato Is no more fattening than
the snme amount of bread or any othetf
cereal. History as well 'as geography
shows that thoso people whose diet
contains a large proportion of potatoes
onjoy good health. In Ireland and
Oermany, where potatoes are widely
nnd largely used, the health and stam
ina of the people Is good and the death
rate low.
Tht? Punthor
The term panther Is used to refei
either to the spotted leopard of the
Old world or to the mountain Hon or
puma of the New world. These rats
are about the same size hnd adult
specimens weigh between 200 and 800
pounds.
IMPROVED'
UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
CUNDAY I
OchooiT Lesson
By RKV, P. B. FITZ WATER, D. D
Member of Faculty. Moody IJIbl#
Institute of (jblcaRo. ,
?. W*?t*rn Newspaper Union.
Lesson for April 21
THE FUTURE LIFE (EASTER LES
SON)
LESSON TEXT ? Luke 24:1-11; Johr.
14:1-6.
OOLJDEN TEXT ? I am tho resurrec
tion and the life; he that believeth In
ma, though he were dead. yet shall he
live. ? John 11:26.
PRIMARY TOPIC le#u? Living
Again.
JUNIOR TOPIC ? Jesus Living Axaln.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOP
IC ? Life Here and Hereafter.
YOUNQ PEOPLE AND SENIOR. TOP
IC ? Life In tbe Light of liternll*.
I. God, the God of the Living (Mark !
12:20, 27).
If a man die, shall he live again?" ,
Is an age-long question, it is alllnna- i
lively answered by both the universal '
human conviction and the holy Scrip- !
tures. Death does not end all. It Is '
not a leap Into the dark. It Is rather ;
the open door through which human
personality enters Into the light of
glorious freedom. Life itself l3 but a !
training school, a preparation for the
larger and higher life after death.
Those who In their lifetime are in vital
relation to Jesus Christ, the eternal
Life, shall never die.
II. The Resurrection of Jesus Christ
(Luke 24:1-12).
The supreme tost of Christianity is
the resurrection of Jesus Christ from
the dead. It matters little what
Jesus said and did while alive If his
body remained In the grave. ' If he
did not come forth in triumph from
the tomb, then ail his claims are
false. On the other hand, if he did
arise, all his claims are true.
1. The empty sepulchre (w, 1 -.'{).
?? The coming of the women (v.l)
As an expression of affectionate re
gard for the Master, they mine with
spices lor his body.
!>? What they found (w. 2. :?). When
they came to the sepulchre they found
the stone had been removed, hut tli.-v
found not the body of Jesus. For
them to have found his bodv in the '
sepulchre would have been the world's '
greatest tragedy. The empty tomb '
spoke eloquently of the deity ?uW
er of the bon of God (Kom. 1 : j)
2. The message of the men in shin
ing garments (vv. 4-8).
ft tt' , Til? seek ye u,e among
ion ? (V- 5>- T,U> ?iues- '
t on has continued to reverberate |
through the centuries.
b. -fie is not here. but Is risen" j
(v. 0) Jesus, before he was cruel
mutf had ht0ld thei" 1,1,11 t,,e U)rf>
must be betrayed and crucified and
that on the third day he would rise.
8. rhe women witnessing to the
eleven (vv. 0-11). " Their thrilfing testi
mony concerning the empty tomb and
the words of the angels appeared to
the apostles as idle tales.
4. Pet&r Investigating (v. 12) While
the testimony of the women seated re
'He tales. I'eter w?8 ^ te"
*r""T' dlsul"? ?'e matter
Therefore, he run lo the sepulchre
Lpon close Inrestlgntion he found the
linen clothes lying In such ? w nj
l!on.'r?VC r of '"e resurroo
"I. Jesus Preparing a Place in
Heaven for His Own (John 14:1-3)
The hopes of the disciples were ut
about !hltete(l Wh6n Jesus toId thetn
. cross. fie consoled them
by pointing to the reunion In the Fa
ther's house. This he did by
1- Asking them to trust in him
even as God (v. 1). Falth ln ? ^
man. Christ Jesus, will steady til
?eart no matter how intense the grief
^ By Informing them that he was
going to the Father's house to prepare
? hotne ?r t" (v 2) IIe(1Pcc^
that In that house there were many
abiding places. Heaven is an eternal
felling pluce for God's children
By assuring them tluir he would
come again and escort them to heaven
from the C("UV nml caM for,h
from the grave those who have died
and transform living believer! am,
loreverVn' h" ,tOK?ther to ?'? ?""? him j
4:10 17J hfinven|y borne (I Thess.
IV. Jesus Christ Is the Way to the
Heavenly Father (John 14 4 (I)
J" T? l? Th?n,,,S' Icrposed
doubt Jesus asserted :
?- That he Is the way (v (i) .jf.suft
bnsf Is more than a mere guide to
?O.I or her. J,"
y (,'mr of the sheepfohl >??. '
gateway to the tree of nr.. I
, T,,e (v. He Is not 1
merely the teacher, bur the truth
?rnate In his Incarnation the spir
It ial and material worlds were united
Therefore, every line of truth, whether
?plr|tual:r materia!, converges in ,llfn.
*?? i ho life (v ft) i~
merely the giver of life, hut the verjl
~ " "r?- ?"ly those who r?
flense. "" <"'?
You May R? Wrftnj
"My brethren," said Oliver Crom
well to some of Ms fanatical, positive
followers, "in the name of Christ 1
beseech yon to think It possible you
may be nr.staken." That Is h good
word to carry In our minds.
Hindering God
Not manta manifold labors but hi*
manifold cares, hinder the presence of
God. Whatsoevor thou doest, hush thy
self to thine own fevorlsh vanities, and
busy thoughts, and cares; In slienc#
?ook thy Father's face.
LIKE
must produce
LIKE
Thr first step in raising
prize-winning stock is the
careful selection of parents
. . . sires and dams whoso
characteristics have been
determined through many
generations of perfect sires
and dams. The same law
applies in the vegetable
kingdom. The Ferry's
Purebred Vegetable Seeds
you buy this year are tho
children of generations of
perfect plants. They will
prow true to firmly estab
lished characteristics of
size, color, tenderness and
flavor.
Russian Inefficiency
The Russian army was so poorly
equipped In lOlTi-IG that unarmed
men had to bo sent Into the trenches
to wait until their comrades were
killed or wounded and their rifles
become available.
Alumjnum Plentiful
The most abundant metallic ele
ment in the earth's crust Is alumi
num.
Relieves Sluggish Feeling
Night or day, when you first begin
to feel sluggish and need something
to straighten out your bowels (to
relieve constipation) ? take a dose
of reliable Thedford's Black-Draught.
"We take Black-Draught for bili
ousness, constipation and any bad
feeling that comes from these con
ditions," writes Mrs. Luvena Owens,
of Springer, Okla. "Black-Draught
cleans the system and makes me feel
much better after taking it."
Freshen up by taking this purely
vegetable laxative, if you have a tend
ency to constipation or sluggishness.
THEDFORD'S BLACK-DRAUGHT
Skin Torment
I rchin^, roughness.
Cracking. easily relieved
and improved wiih
? ^ soothing
Resmol
NEED BUILDING-UP?
Mrs. T. E. Adams of
1205 No. Franklin St., Plant
Oty, Kla., Bald: "I was In
such n weakened state of
health I oould scarcely stand
on my feet. I suffered from
loss of appetite, and I was st
miserable as could be? did
not feel like lifting my hand
to do anything. IJut
Dr. Pierce's (iolden Medical Discovery noon
had me feeling fine ? my appetite returned. I
gained in weight and strength and was abl?
to attend to my household duties without
feeling all worn-out." All druggists.
C A R B O 1 1, MUI
throbbing pnln; allays Inflam
mation ; reduces swelling; lessen*
tension; quickly heals. Relieve then?
painful, unsightly condition* with pow
erfully medicated CARIIOIf.. Result*
ftnarante?d. Al your >1ruK*l*t. ?r writ*
ftpurlork-Neal C?? Nanhvllle. Tenn.
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FEEL TIRED, ACHY
"ALL WORN OUT?"
Get Rid of Poisons That
Make You III
Ifl a conRtant backache keeping
you mlflorablo? Do you Riiffor
burning, Rcanty or too frormont
urination; ntfackn of dlzzinefln,
rhoumatlo palrm, Rwollon foot and
ankle*? I)o you fool tired, Yiorvoua
?all unntrung?
Thon glvo Rorno thought to your
kldneyR. Ho miro thoy function
properly, for functional kidney dis
order pormltR polnonn to Rtay In
the blood and upaet the wholo Ryn
torn.
IJfle Tioarin Fill*. Dnari* aro for
the kidneys only. Thoy holp tho
kldneya cloanRO tho blood of henlth
dofitroylng polnononw wnnto. Doan't
Fill .1 aro uaod and recommended
the world over. Got thom from any;
drugglnt.
BOAN'S PILLS