The watchman and southron. (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, November 14, 1906, Image 2
?j Beverly i
?j Graustai
CHAPTER HL
EPONDEROUS coach lumbers
slowly, almost painfully, alon,
the narrow road that skirt?
the base of a mountain. It wa
.drawn by four horses, and upon th
"Seat sat two rough, unkempt Russians
SK? holding the reins, the other lyinj
tesk hi a lazy doze. The month wa
.Jtoue, and all the world seemed sof
<ttd sweet and joyous. To the righ
ffewed a turbulent mountain stream
ItoHmg savagely with the allen water)
trf the fiood season. Ahead of th?
creaking coach rode four horsemen
?fi heavily, armed; another quartets
followed some distance in the rear
At the side of the coach an officer ol
the Russian mounted police was rid
fag easily. Jangling his accouterments
With a vigor that disheartened at leas*,
.one occupant of the vehicle. The win
??ows of the coach doors were lowered
permitting the fresh mountain air tc
caress fondly the face of the young
woman who tried to find comfort iii
.?one of the broad seats. Since eariy
?morn she had struggled with the hard?
ships of that seat, and the late after
ooon found her very much out of pa
?tienes. The opposite seat was the rest
Xng place of a substantial colored wo?
man and a stupendous pile of bags and
*exes. The boxes were continually
Hloppiiixg over, and the bags were for?
ever getting under the feet of the once
??acid servant, whose face, quite luck
Sly; was much too black to reflect the
?nger she was able otherwise, through
..years of practice, to conceal.
~How much farther have we to go,
lieutenant ?" asked the girl on the rear
?eat plaintively, even humbly. The
man was very deliberate with cir
English. He had been recommended
~$s> her as the best linguist in the serv?
ice at Radovitch, and he had a repu
-tattier, to sustain.
*It another hour is but yet," he man
?Sed to inform her, with a confident
-?mite.
**Oh, dear," she sighed, "a whole hour
ibisr
**TTe soon be dar, Miss Bev'ly. XE&*
3^0* mak' up yo* min' to res' easyrlike,
eui* we"- But the faithful cid colored
Hsromaii 5 advice was iost in the wrath
Cux exclamation that accompanied an?
other dislodgment of bags and boxes*
"-53ie wheels of the coach had dropped
'Soddenly into a deep rut. Aunt Fan
?^s growls were scarcely more potent
than poor Miss Beverly's moans.
*3t is getting worse and worse," ex
t?almed Aunt Fanny's mistress petu?
lantly. "I'm black and blue from head
<to foot, aren't you, Aunt Fanny?"
~Ah cain' say as to de blue, Miss
>Bev53y. - Hit's a mos* monstrous bad
?ssd, sho 'nough. Stay up dar, will
-yo"*?" she concluded, jamming a bag
teto an upper comer.
&Gss Calhoun, tourist extraordinary,
.ggaln consulted the linguist in the sad
t?e. She knew at the outset that the
-quest would be hopeless, but she could
thiaV: cf no better way to pass the next
- Lour yj-an to extract a mite of informa
-Uon from the officer.
^ "^Now for a good old char," she said,
^beaming a smile upon the grizzled Rus?
sian "Is there a decent hotel in the
^ViDager'" she asked.
"<?!hey were on the edge of the village !
'"before she succeeded in finding out ali
?iShafc *he -could, and it was not a great !
SuieaL, either. She learned that the town
?f Balak was in Axphain, scarcely a ;
mi?e from the Graustark line. There !
"was sn eating and sleeping house on
toe main street, and the population of
<he place did not exceed 300.
When Miss Beverly awoke the next
^B?rhrng, sore and distressed, she look
back upon the night with a horror
*?bat sleep had been kind enough to in
%ffrnpt only at intervals. The wretched
.?BSfelry lived long in her secret cata?
logue of terrors. Her bed was not a
%ed; it was a torture. The room, the
stable, tlie-but it was all too odious for
s02Scriptiou. Fatigue was her only
-S?end in that miserable hole. Aunt
Sunny had slept on the floor neur her 1
^tofctress' cot and it was the good old
.?o?oped woman's grumbling that awoke
Beverly. The sun was climbiug up the
'mountains in ?he east, and there was
.?an air o* general activity about the
$tace. Beverly's watch told her that it
iras past S o'clock.
"^Good gracious I" she exclaimed.
""ITs nearly noon, Aunt Fanny. Hurry
=?^0^ here and get me up. We must
Se&ve this abominable place in ten min
izte?v." She was np and racing about
*Befc' breakfast" demanded Aunt
.3?aaan.y weakly.
.Xaoodaess, Aunt Fanny, is that all
you Ciirk about?'
**We'l. houey. yo*ll be thinkin*
mourgb.y s?:?ous 'bout breakfas' 'ions
Wshds 'le*,;en o'clock. Dat li'l tum
oy o' yournll be pow'ful mad 'cause
.^o' didn' "
.'Very well, Aunt Fanny, you can
".~2JL along and have the woman put up !
.a breakfast for us. and we'll eat it ou
the road. I positively refuse to eat i
?jDother mouthful in that awful dining I
CV?OD, I'll be down in tea minutes."
Sh? was down in less. Sleep, no
matter how hard earned, had revived
?ier spirits materially. She pronounced J
-herself ready for anything. There was
-"?* wholesome disdain for the rigors of
.tse-ODming ride through the mountains
?m the way she gave orders for the
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just "outside The entrance Tb The "Inn."
He was less English than ever, but he
eventually gave her to understand that
he had secured permission to escort
her as far as Ganlook, a town In
Graustark not more than fifteen miles
from Edelweiss and at least two days
from Balak. Two competent Axphain
ian guides had been retained, and the
party was quite ready to start He
had been warned of the presence of
brigands, in the wild mountainous
passes north of Ganlook. The Rus?
sians could go no farther than Gan?
look because of a royal edict from
Edelweiss forbidding the nearer^ ap?
proach of armed forces. At that town,
however, he was sure she easily could
obtain an escort of Graustarkian sol?
diers.
As the big coach crawled up the
mountain road and farther into the
oppressive solitudes Beverly Calhoun
drew from the difficult lieutenant con?
siderable information concerning the
state of affairs in Graustark. She had
been eagerly awaiting the time when
something definite could be learned.
Before leaving St. Petersburg early in
the week she was assured that a state
of war did not exist. The Princess
Yetive had been in Edelweiss for six
weeks. A formal demand was framed
soon after her return from America re?
quiring Dawsbergen to surrender the
person of Prince Gabriel to the author?
ities of Graustark. To this demand
there was no definite response, Daws
bergen insolently requesting time in
which to consider the proposition.
Axphain immediately sent an envoy
to Edelweiss to-say that all friendly
relations between the two govern?
ments would cease unless Graustark
took vigorous steps to recapture the
royal assassin. On one side ci the
unhappy principality a strong, over?
bearing princess was egging Graustark
on to fight, while on the other side an
equally aggressive people defied Ye?
ti ve to come and take the fugitive if
she could. The poor princess was be?
tween two ugly alternatives, and a
struggle seemed inevitable. At Balak
?t was learned that Axphain had re?
cently seat a final appeal tc the gov- !
eminent of Graustark, and it was no .
secret thnt something like a threat ac- ;
companied the message.
Prince Gabriel was in complete con- ?
trol at Serros and was disposed to
laugh at the demands of his lute cap?
tors. His half brother, the dethroned
Prince Dantan. was still hiding in the
fastnesses of the hills, protected by a
small company of nobles, and there
was no hope that he ever could regain
his crown. Gabriel's power over the
army was supreme. The general pub?
lic admired Dantan, but it was helpless
ia the face of circumstances.
? "But why should Axphain seek to i
harass Graustark at this time?" de?
manded Beverly Calhoun in perplex?
ity and wrath. "I should think the ;
brutes would try to help her."
"There is an element of opposition
to the course the government is tak?
ing," the officer informed her in his
own way, "but it is greatly in the mi?
nority. The Axphainians have hated
Graustark since the iast war, and the
princess despises this American. It is
an open fact that the Duke of Mizrox
leads the opposition to Princess Volga,
and she is sure to have him beheaded
If the chance affords. He is friendly
to Graustark and has been against the
policy of his princess from the start"
Td like to hug the Duke of Mizrox,"
cried Beverly warmly. The officer did
not understand her, but Aunt F?nny
was scandalized.
"Good Lawdl" she muttered to the
boxes and bags. a
As the coach rolled deeper and deep?
er into the rock shadowed wilderness
Beverly Calhoun felt an undeniable
sensation of awe creeping over her.
The brave, impetuous girl had plunged j
gayly into the project which now led j
her into the deadliest of uncertainties
with but little thought of the conse?
quences.
The first stage of the journey by
coach had been good fun. They had
passed along pleasant roads, through
quaint villages and among interesting
people, and progress had been rapid.
The second stage had presented rather .
terrifying prospects, and the third day j
promised oven greater vicissitudes.
Looking from the coach windows out i
upon the quiet, desolate grandeur of j
her surroundings, roor Beverly began !
to appreciate how abjectly helpless and j
alone she v as. Her companions were ;
ugly, vicious looking men, any one of
whom could inspire terror by a look, j
She had intrusted herself to the care ;
of these sir. nge creatures in the mo- j
ment of inspired courage, and now she
was cons-:.. ;:;;>.] to regret her action, i
True, the;- ha 1 proved worthy pro?
tectors as far as they had gone, but
the very possibilities that lay in their
power were appalling, now that she
had time to consider the situation.
The officer in charge had been rec?
ommended as a trusted sen-ant of the
czar; an American consul had secured
the escort for her direct from the fron- |
tier patrol authorities. Men high in j
power had vouched for the integrity j
of the detachment, but all this was for- j
gotten in the mighty solitude of the
mountains. She was beginning to fear
her escort more than she feared the
brigands of the hills.
Treachery seemed printed on their
backs as they rode ahead of her The
Dig officer "was ever ponte and al
but she was ready to distrust him
the slightest excuse. These men co
not help knowing that she was r;
and it was reasonable for them to s
pect that she carried money and jevs
with her. In her mind's eye she co
picture these traitors rifling her b
and boxes in some dark pass, and tl
there were other horrors that aim
petrified her when she allowed hen
to think of them.
Here and there the travelers pas:
by rude cots where dwelt woodmen ?
mountaineers, and at long interval?
solitary but picturesque horseman st<
aside and gave them the road. As
coach penetrated deeper into the goi
signs of human life and actvity
came fewer. The sun could not se
his light into this shadowy tomb
granite. The rattle of the wheels a
the clatter of the horses' hoofs sounc
like a constant crash of thunder in 1
ears of the tender traveler, a dali
morsel among hawks and wolves.
There was an unmistakable tren
in her voice when she at last fou
heart to ask the officer where they w<
to spend the night. It was far p:
noon, and Aunt Fanny had suggest
opening the lunch baskets. One of 1
guides was called back, the leader 1
ing as much in the dark as his chari
"There is no village within twei
miles," he said, "and we must sleep
the pass."
Beverly's voice faltered. "Out hi
in all this awful"- Then she caug
herself quickly. It came to her suddt
ly that she must not let these men s
that she was. apprehensive. Her voi
was a trifle shrill and her eyes gliste
ed with a strange new light as s
went on, changing her tack complete)
.'How romantic! I've often wanted
do something like this."
The officer looked bewildered a]
said nothing. Aunt Fanny was speec
less. Later on, when the lieutenant hi
gone ahead to confer with the guid
about the suspicious actions of a sm*
troop of horsemen they had seen, Be
erly confided to the old negress that si
was frightened almost out of her bool
but that she'd die before the m<
should see a sign of cowardice in
Calhoun. Aunt Fanny was not i
proud and imperious. It was with di
ficulty that her high strung young mi
tress suppressed the wails that ha
long been under restraint In Aunt Fa
ny's huge and turbulent bosom.
"Good Lawd, Miss Bev'ly, dey'U che
us all to pieces an' take ouah jewl'i
an' money an' clo'es an' ev'ything eli
we done got about us. Good Lawi
le's tu'n back, Miss Bev'ly. We ah
got no mo' show out hean in des
mountains dan a"
"Be still. Aunt Fanny!" commande
Baverly, with a fine show of couragi
"You must be brave. Don't you se
we can't turu back? It's just as dai
gerous -.md a heap sight more so. I
we let on we're not one bit ai'rai
they'll respect us. don't you sot, arr
men* never? harm women whom the,
respect. '
"Umph.T grunted Aunt Fanny, witl
exaggerated irony.
"Well, they never do!" maintainei
Beverly, who was not at all sure abou
it. i "And they look like real nice mei
-honest men. even though they hav<
?uch awful whiskers."
"Dey's de wust trash Ah even di(
iee," exploded Aunt Fanny.
' "Sb! Don't let them hear you," whis
pered Beverly.
In spite of her terror and perplexitj
she was compelled to smile. It was
all so like the farce comedies one sees
at the theater.
As the officer rode up his face was
pale in the shadowy light of the after?
noon, and he was plainly very nerv?
ous.
"What is the latest news from the
front?" she inquired cheerfully.
"The men refuse to ride on," he ex?
claimed, speaking rapidly, making it
still harder for her to understand "Our
advance guard has met a party of hunt?
ers from Axphain. They Insist that you
-'the fine lady in the coach'-are the
Princess Yetive, returning from a se?
cret visit to St. Petersburg, where you
went to plead for assistance from the
czar."
Beverly Calhoun gasped in astonish?
ment It was too incredible to believe.
It was actually ludicrous. She laugh?
ed heartily. "How perfectly absurd."
"I am well aware that you are not
the Princess Yetive," he continued em?
phatically, "but what can I do? The
men won't believe me. They swear
they have been tricked and are panic
stricken over the situation. The hunt?
ers tell them that the Axphain author?
ities, fully aware of the hurried flight
of the princess through these wilds,
are preparing to intercept her. A large
detachment of soldiers is already
across the Graustark frontier. It is
only a question of time before the
'red legs' will be upon them. I have
assured them that their beautiful
charge is not the princess, but an
American girl, and that there is no
mystery about the coach and escort.
Ali in vain. The Axphain guides al?
ready feel that their heads are on the
block, while as for the Cossacks, not
even my dire threats of the awful an?
ger of the white czar when he finds
they have disobeyed his commands
will move them."
"Speak to your men once more, sir,
and promise them big pursos of gold
when we re.-.eli Ganlook. 1 have no
money or valuables with me. out there ?
I can obla in plenty," said Beverly,
shrewdly thinking it better that they
should believe her to be without funds.
The cavalcade had halted during this
colloquy. All the men were ahead con?
versing sullenly and excitedly with
much gesticulation. The driver, a stol?
id creature, seemingly indifferent to all
that was going on, alone remained at
his post. The situation, apparently
dangerous, was certainly most annoy?
ing. But if Beverly could have read
the mind of that silent figure on the
box. she would have felt slightly re?
lieved, for he was infinitely moro anx?
ious to proceed than even she, but from
far different reasons. He was a Rus?
sian conv :t who bad escaped on the j
way to Siberia. "Disguised as a coach- j
man, he was seeking life and safety in j
Graustark or auy out of the way place. !
It mattered little to him where the es- j
cort concluded to go. He was going
ahead. He dared not go back; he must
go on.
At the end of half an hour the officer !
returned. All hope had gone from his
face. "It is useless!" he cried out. !
"The guides refuse to proceed. See! j
They are going off with their country- '
men! We are lost without them. I do
not know what to do. We cannot get
to Ganlook. I do not know the way,
and the danger is great. Ah, madam,
here they come! The Cossacks are go- j
ing back."
As he spoke the surly mutineers were
riding slowly toward the coach. Every
man had his pistol on the high pommel
of the saddle. Their faces wore an
His only thought was to get away. j
ugly look. As they passed the officer
one of them, pointing ahead of him
with his sword, shouted savagely, .
"Balak!"
It was conclusive and convincing. ?
They were deserting her. ;
"Oh, oh, oh! The cowards!" sobbed
Beverly in rage and despair. "I must
go on! Is it possible that even such
men would leave"
She was interrupted by the voice of
the officer, who, raising his cap to her,
commanded at the same time the driv?
er to turn his horses and follow the
escort to Balak.
"What is that?" demanded Beverly
In alarm. ,
From far off came the sound of fire?
arms. A dozen shots wnre fired and
reverberated down through the gloomy
pass ahead of the coach.
"They are fighting somewhere in the .
hills "in front of us," answered the now '
frightened officer. Turning quickly, be
saw the deserting horsemen halt, listen
a minute and then spur their horse*.
He cried out sharp];* to the driver:
"Come, lucre: Turn rouud! Wo hr ve
no time to lose!"
With a savage grin, the hitherro
motionless driver hurled some insult- :
lng remark at the officer, who was a?- '
ready following his men. now in fu;i
flight down the road, and, settling him- :
self firmly on the seat, taking a fresh ,
grip of the reins, he yetted to his !
horses, at the same time lashing their '
furiously with his whip, and started
the coach ahead at a fearful pace. His
only thought was to get away as far
as possible from the Russian officer. ?
then deliberately desert the coach and i
its occupants and take to the hills.
CHAPTER IV.
HOROUGHLY m-stmeu by the
action of the driver and at !
length terrified by the pace that
carried them careening along
the narrow road, Beverly cried out to
him, her voice shrill with alarm. Aunt
Fanny was crouching on the floor of
the coach between the seats, groaning
and praying.
"Stop! Where are you going?" cried :
Beverly, putting her head recklessly
through the window. If the man heard '
her he gave no evidence of the fact ?
His face was set forward, and he was j
guiding the horses with a firm, un- j
quivering hand. The coach rattled j
and bounded along the dangerous way j
hewn in the side of the mountain. A j
misstep or a false tum might easily i
start the clumsy vehicle rolling down
the declivity on the right. The convict
was taking desperate chances and,
with a cool, calculating brain, prepared '<
co leap to the ground in case of acci- !
dent and save himself, without a j
thought for the victims inside.
"Stop! Turn around!" she cried in a 1
frenzy. "We shall be killed. Are you j
crazy:"
By this time they had struck a de- i
scent in the road and were rushing ;
along at breakneck speed into oppress- !
ive shadows that bore the first im- j
prints of night Realizing at last that
her cries were falling upon purposely
deaf ears, Beverly Calhoun sank back
into the seat, weak and terror stricken. !
It was plain to her that the horses were
uot running away, for the man had
been lashing them furiously. There
was but one conclusion-he was delib- ?
erately taking her farther into the I
mountain fastnesses, his purpose ?
known only to himself. A hundred tor- :
rors presented themselves to her a*> .
she lay huddled against the side of the
coach, her eyes closed tightly, her ton- j ]
der body tossed furiously about with j ?
the sway of the vehicle. There was the > ,
fundamental fear that she would be j j
dashed to death down the side of the i ?
mountain, but apart from this her . ?
quick brain was evolving all sorts ot' :
possible endings-none short of abso
lute disaster.
Even as she prayed that something
might intervene to check the mad rush
and to deliver her from the horrors of
the moment the raucous voice of the ]
driver was heard calling to his horses, I -
and the pace became slower. The aw- j 1
ful rocking and the jolt inc: grew less "
severe, the clatter resv?v< ? itself into a I
broken rumble, and then the coach
stopped with a mighty lurch.
Dragging herself from the corner,
poor Beverly Calhoun, no longer a dis?
dainful heroine, gazed piteously out
Into the shadows, expecting the mur?
derous blade of the -driver to meet her
as she did so. Pauloff had swung from
the box of the coach and was peering
first into the woodland below and then
upon the rocks to the left. He wore the
expression of a man trapped and seek?
ing means of escape. Suddenly he dart?
ed behind the coach, almost brushing
against Beverly's hat as he passed, the
window. She opened her lips to call
him, but even as she did so he took
to his heels and raced back over the
road they had traveled so precipitously.
Overcome by surprise and dismay,
she only could watch the flight in si?
lence. Less than a hundred feet from
where the coach was standing he turn?
ed to the right and was lost among the
locks. Ahead, four horses, covered
with sweat, were panting and heaving
?:S if in great distress after their mad
inn. Aunt Fanny was still moaning
sud praying by turns in the bottom of
the carriage. Darkness was settling
clown upon the pass, and objects a hun?
dred yards away were swallowed by
the gloom. There was no sound save
the blowing of the tired animals and
the moaning of the old negress. Bever?
ly realized with a sinking heart that
they were alone and helpless in the
mountains, with night upon them.
She never knew where the strength
and courage came from, but she forced
open the stubborn coach door and
scrambled to the ground, looking fran?
tically in all directions for a single
sign of hope. In the most despairing
terror she had ever experienced she
started toward the lead horses, hoping
against hope that at least one of her
men had remained faithful.
A man stepped quietly from the inner
side of the road and advanced with the
uncertain tread of one who is overcome
by amazement.' He was a stranger
and wore an odd, .uncouth garb. The
failing light told her that he was not
one of her late protectors. She shrank
back with a faint cry of alarm, ready
to fly to the protecting arms of hopeless
Aunt Fanny if her uncertain legs could
ca rry her. At the same instant another
ragged stranger, then two, three, four
or five, appeared as if by magic, some
near her, others approaching from thc?
shadows.
"Who-who in heaven's name are
you?" she faltered. The sound of her
own voice in a measure restored the
courage that had been paralyzed. Un?
consciously this slim sprig of southern
valor threw back her shoulders and
lifted her chin. If they were brigands
they should not find her a cringing
coward. After all, she was a Calhoun.
The man she had first observed stop?
ped near the honors' heads fend peered
intently al her from beneath a broad
and rakish hat. lie was tali and ap
peared to be more respectably clad
TJian Ids fellows, although there^vas
not one who looked as though be "pit?
sessed a complete outfit of wearing ap?
parel.
"Poor wayfarers, may it please your
highness," replied the tall vagabond,
boving low. To her surprise>he spose
In very good English. His voice was
clea r, and there was a tinge of polite
lroriy in the tones. "But all people are
alike in the mountains. The king and
the thief, the princess and the jade
live in the common fold." And his
hat swung so low that it touched the
ground.
"I am powerless. I only implore you
to take what valuables you may find
and let us proceed unharmed!" she
crif*'l rapidly, eager to have it over.
..pray, how cnn your highness pro
ceec.V You have no gui le, no driver,
no escort," said the man mockingly.
Beverly looked at him appealingly, ut?
terly without words to reply. The
tears were welling to her eyes, and her
heart was throbbing like that of a cap?
tured bird. In after life she was able
to picture in her mind's eye all the
details of that tableau In the moun?
tain pass-the hopeless coach, the
steaming horses, the rakish bandit and
his picturesque men, the towering
crags and a mite of a girl facing the
end of everything.
"Your highness is said to be brave,
but even your wonderful courage can
"Ok, yo.i won't Lilt us?"
avail not! lng i.-. t: is instance." said
the leader pleasantly. "Your escort
has fled as though pursued by some?
thing stronger than shadows; your
driver has deserted; your horses are
half dead; you are indeed, as you have
said, powerless. And you are, besides
ill these, in the clutches of a band of
inerei^ss cutthroats."
[TO BB CO?'IXNUJLL?.]
Donnd tc Dinagrree.
Hicks;-The idea of his marrying Miss
boxley! Why, he's a dyspeptic! Wicks
-What bas that to do with It? She
ias plenty of money, and- Hicks
[hat's itwi it. She'll never agree with
tim; she'** too rich.-Exchange
ALEXANDER GETS SIX YEARS:
Former Wealthy Augusta Cotton Fac?
tor Plead Guilty to Charge of Em?
bezzlement.
Augusta, Ga., Nov. 6.-Thomas W.
Alexander, formerly a wealthy cotton
factor and prominent club man, who
was arrested at Fittsburg September
15, after having fled from this city
July 8, leaving debts amounting to
$200,000, today plead guilty to an in?
dictment charging embezzlement and
wa.- sentenced to six years imprison?
ment
DR. GILL WYLIE'S MALARIA.
Treatment a Sure Cure For Chronic
Malaria.
A few days ago, while at Great
Falls, we noticed posted in many con
spicious places the treatment below
for chronic malaria. Working in the
summer along the river in a section
partially malarial, it was naturally
expected that this treacherous dis?
ease would lay hold on the workmen.
So the President of the Southern
Power Company, Dr. Gill Wylie, the
eminent surgeon of New York took
great precaution against malarii
among the workmen by posting every"
where his treatment of the disease.
T'.c very fact that it bears his sig
ature makes it well worth trial on
the part of any one suffering from
malaria in any form.
Directions for Treating Clironic Mala?
ria '
Take fe ur 1-10 grs. of calomel after
dinner at night, and the next morning
a saline laxative, a seidlitz powder or
mineral water, sufficient to give one
tree movement of the bowel? a day.
After each meal take three of the 3
gr. capsules, or two of the 5 gr. cap?
sules of quinine with the juice of a
half of a lemon in a half glass of
! water, so as to insure its absorption,
making 27 to 30 grs. a day. In large,
strong people the amount of the
quinine can be increased up to 40 grs.
a day instead of 30 grs. Keep this
calomel and quinine up for four con?
secutive days in the above quantities.
If during the four days the quinine
makes your head'buzz or disturbs you
excessively, take 20 grs. of bromide
! of potash in a half glass of water in
the afternoon or evening.
After taking 27 or 30 grs. a day for
four * days, then take 3 grs. three
times a day, or one capsule after each .
tr?aJ for four days longer.
Af -.er this a tonic pill which has
arsenic ar.d iron ir. it may be taken
ihrec Urnes a day for several weeks if
indicated.
Then if at any time after J;:^ you
have the pains in the back of your
neck and exhausted feelings, and
more or less depression or disturbed
digestion, have your blood examined
and report to me for further treat- ?
ment will be indicated. It would be
perfectly safe if the same general
symptoms return to repeat the above
treatment in two or three months or
more, especially if you ii\e in a ma?
larial district where there are mosqui?
toes. , I
Ey using Merk's bi-sulphate of
quinine, 5 gi?>. dissolved in-a teas
poonful of sterril water, an injection
can be made in the deep muscles of
the buttocks with a sterril glass
syringe, giving zoo injections of 5 grs.
each instead of one of the 9 or "10
gr. doses by mouth. In extreme cases
two of these 10 gr. doses may be giv?
en by hypedermic instead of by
mouth, more effectively.
(Signed) Dr. W. Gill Wylie.
How's This?
We offer One Hundred Dollars Re?
ward for any case of Catarrh that
cannot be cured by Hall's Catarrh
Cure. F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo,
o.
We, the undersigned, have known
F. J. Cheney for the last 15 years,
and believe him perfectly honorable
in all business transactions and finan?
cially able to carry out any obliga,
tions made by his firm.
Walding, Kinnan & Marvin,
Wholesale Druggists, Toledo, O.
Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken inter?
nally, acting directly upon the blood
a..d mucous surfaces of the system.
Testimonials sent free. Price 75c. per
bottle. Sold by all druggisti.
Take Hall's Family Pills for con?
stipation. 8 10-lm
There were 17,222 more pupils in
New York city's public schools in
September of this year than in Sept
tember, 1905.
*Tha best treatment for indigestion
and trouble of the stomach is to rest
the stomach. It can be rested by g_
starvation or by the use of a good di- ^JB
gestant which will digest the food ?*
eaten, thus taking the work off the
stomach. At the proper tempera?
ture, a single teaspoonful of Kodol
will wholly digest 3,000 grains of
food. It relieves the present annoy
ance, puts tho stomach in shape to
satisfactorily perform its functions.
Good for indigetsion, sour stomach,
flatulence, palpitation of the heart
and dyspepsia. Kodol is made in strict
conformity with the National Pure
Food and Drug Law. Sold by all