The watchman and southron. (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, December 29, 1915, Image 3
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Battte-Cty
By
CHARLES NEVILLE BUCK
Author of
Tba Cal oi ?M CumbexUnda"
MiMrrthr* by C. D. RWm
(Copyright by Charles Neville Buck.)
Then he crossed the ridge until h^
eame to a point where tho thicket
grew down close and tangled to the
road. He had seen Young Milt going
west along that road this morning and
by nightfall he would be riding back.
The gods of chance were playing into
his hands.
So he lay down, closely hugging tho
earth, and cocked his rifle. For hours
he crouched there with unspeakable
patience, while his muscles cramped
and his feet and hands grew cold un?
der the pelting of a rain which was
strangely raw and chilling for the sea
son. Tho sun sank in an angry bank
of thunder-heads and the west grew
lurid. The drenching downpour blind?
ed him and trickled down his spine un
der his clothes, but at last he saw the
figure he awaited riding a horse ho
knew. It was the same roan marc that
Bad Also had restored to Milt Mo
Briar.
When young Milt rode slowly by.
fifty yards away, with his mount at a
walk and his reins hanging, he was
untroubled by any anxiety, because he
was In his own terrltorv and was at
heart fearless. The older boy from
Tribulation felt his temples throb and
the rifle came slowly up and tho one
eye which was not closed lookeu point
blank across Immovable sights and
along a steady barrel into the placid
face of his Intended victim.
He could see the white of Milt's eye
and the ragged lock of hair under the
hat brim which looked like a smudge
ot soot across his brow. Then slowly
Jeb McNash shook his head. A spasm
of battle weit through him and shook
him like a convulsion to the soles ot
his feet. Ho nad but to crook his fln
to appease his blood-lust?and
his pledge.
1 done give Anse my hand ter bide
my time Vvell I war dead sartain," ho
told himself. "I hain't quite dead sar?
tain." he told himself. "I hain't quite
dead sartain ylt. 1 reckon I've got ter
wait a spell."
He uncocked the rifle and the oihnr
boy rode cn. but young Jen folded nis
arms on the wet earth ana burled his
face *n them ana sobbed, and it was
The Rifle Came Slowly Up.
an hour later that he stumbled to bb
feet and went groggily back, drunk
with bitterness and emotion, toward
the house of Anse Havey. Vet when
he arrived after nightfall his tongue
told nothing and his features told less,
a a a a a a a
Juanlta. living In the cabin she had
built with the girl who had become hci
companion and satellite, making fre
quent hard Journeys to some house,
which the shadow of Illness had ir.
vaded, found It hard to believe that
this lifo had been hers oniy a few
months. Suspense seemed to sti
weeks to years, and she awoke each
new day braced to hear the news of
some fresh outbreak, and wondered
why she did not. A few nelghboi hood
children were already learning |
rudiments, and plans for more build
Ings were going forward.
Sometimes Jeb came over from the
brick house to see his sister, and Ofl
the boy's fsce was always a dark cloud
of settled resolve. If Juanita nevet
questioned him on the topic that she
knew was nearest his heart It was be
cause she PMltfe4 that to do so would
be the surest way to estrange his
friendship and confidence.
In one thing she had gained a point
8he had bought as much property a
she should nee 1 Bai k somewh? re be
hind Ike veil of mysteries Anso Havey
hsd pressed a button or spoken a word
and all the hindr mo that had lain
across her path straightway evapor-it
ed. Men 1.1 come to her, wl'h no
further solicitation on her part, and
now it isesasd i ny wore animat?
ed by a u\ sire to turn an hotioqt pcqny
by tho sale of land, in every convey?
ance that was drawn?deeds of ninety
nine-year lep.se instead of sale?she
read a thrifty and careful knowledge j
of land laws and reservation of nun- |
eral and timber rights which she ]
iraced to the head of the clan.
As suinmer spent itself there wa.i
opportunity for felling t Tiber, and the
little sawraUl dewn in the valley sent j
up its drone and wblne in proclama?
tion that her trees were being turned
into squared timbers for her buildings, j
Once, when Milt McBriar rode up to
tne sawmill, he found the girl sitting
there, her hands clasped on her knees,
ptizing dreamily across the sawdust
and eonfus'on of tho place.
"Vo'ro right smart interested In thet
thar woodpile, hain't ye, ma'am?' he
inquired with a slow, benevolent smile.
His kindliness of guise Invited confi?
dence, and there was no one else with?
in earshot, so the girl looked up, her
eyes a little misty and her voice im?
pulsive.
?'Mr. McBriar," she said, "every one
of those timbers means part of a
dream to me, and with every one of
them that is set in place will go a hope
and a prayer."
He nodded sympathetically. "I reck?
on," he said, "ye kin do right smart
^'ood. too."
"Mr. McBriar," she flashed at him In
point-blank questioning, "since I came
here I have tried to be of use in a
very simple and ineffective fashion. I
have done what little I could for the
sick and distressed, yet I am constant?
ly being warned that I'm not allowed
to carry on my work. Do you know of
any reason why I shouldn't go ahead?"
He gazeu at her for a moment, quiz?
zically, then shook his head.
"Oh, pshaw!" he exclaimed, "I
wouldn't let no sich talk es thet fret
me none. Folks round hyar hain't got
much ter do except ter gossip 'round.
Nobody hain't a-goin' ter hinder ye.
We hain't such bad people, after all."
After that she felt that from the Mc
Briars she had gained official sanction,
and her resentment against A sn Ha
^oy grew because olJ his scor :tul un?
graciousness.
The last weeks of the summer were
weeks of drought and plague. Ordi?
narily, in the hills storms brew swiftly
and frequently and spend themselves
In violent outpourings and cannonad
ing of thunder, but that year the
clouds seemed to have dried up, and
down in the tablelands of the Blue
Grass the crops were burned to worth?
less stalk and shrunken ear. Even up
here, in the birthplace ot waters, the
corn was brown and sapless, so that
when a breeze strayed over the hill
side fields they sent up^a thirsty, dying
rasp of rattling whisper.
It was not only in the famished
forests and seared fields that the not
breath of the plague breathed, cum?
in e aeat>. in it6 fetid nostrils. Back in
the cabins ot the "branch-water folks,'
where little springs dimiLiahcd and be
came polluted, all those who were no!
strong enough to throw off the toucr
of the specter's finger sickened and
died, and typhoid went in and oaf. ol
Havey shack and McBriar cabin whis
pering, "a pest on both your houses.'
Tho widow McN'ash had not been
herself since tho death of Fletch. She
who had once been bo strong over hei
drudgery, sat day lor.g on the doorster
of her brother's hovel and, in tho la*1
gvage of hor people, "Jost sickened an
pined away."
So, as .Juanita Holland and Good
An3e Talbott rode sweating muloa
about the hills, leceivlug calls for help
faster than they could answer them,
they were not astonished to hear that
tho widow was among the stricken.
Though they fought for her life, ahe
refused to fight herself, and once
again the Eastern girl Btood with
Dawn in the brier-choked "buryin'
ground," and once more across an open
grave she met the eyes of the man
who stood for the old order.
But now she had learned to set a
lock on her lips and hold her counsel.
So. when she met Anse and Jeb after?
ward, she asked without rancor: "May
1 take little Jesse back with roe, too?
He's too young." she added, with just
a heartsick trace of her old defiance,
"to be useful to you, Mr. Havey, and
I'd liko to teach him what I can."
Anse and Jeb conferred, and tt f
elder man came back and nodded h l
head.
"Jesse can go back with ye," he said
"I'm still aimin' to give ye all the rope
ye wants. When ye'vo had enough an'
quits, let me know, an' I'll take care of
Fletch's children."
And on her farm, as folks called
Juanita's place, that September saw
many changes. Near the original
cabin was springing up a new struc?
ture, larger than any other house in
that neighborhood, except, pos=sibly,
the strongholds of the chiefs, and ;>a
It grew and began to take form it im?
parted an air of ordered tlimnesi to
the countryside about it. It was fash?
ioned in such style as should be in
keeping with Its surroundings and not
give too emphatic a note of alien
strangeness.
Juanita wished that her cabin could
house more occupants, for the plague
had left many motherless families,
and many children might have come
Into her fold. As It was. she had sev?
eral besides the McNashes as her nu
clous, and while tho weather held
good she was rushing her work ol
timber-felling and building which tho
wluter would halt.
CHAPTER XII.
On? day In early October young
AI 111 McBriar happened upon Dawn
and Juanlta walking in the woods.
The gallant colors und the into' y
mists of autumn wrapped the for*1
and brooded In the sky. An eli
went Into the blood with e tch dot \>
df??? JbrealU uua ?vt to gUuiug fei
gotten or hitherto unawaker.rd emo?
tions. And in this heady atmosphere
of quickened pulses the McBriar boy
halted and gazed at the Havey girl.
Juanita saw Young Milt's eyes flash
with an awakened spirit. She saw a
look in his face which she was woman
enough to interpret even before he
himself dreamed whp.t Its meaning I
might be.
Dawn was standing with her head |
up and her lids half closed looking
across the valley to the Indian sum?
mer haze that slept in smoky purple
on the ridges. She wore a dress of
red calico, and sho had thmst in her
belt a few crimson leaves from a gum
tree and a few yellow ones from a pop?
lar.
Juanita Holland did not marvel at
the fascinated, almost rapt look that
came into Young Milt's eyes, and
Young Milt, too, as he stood there in
the autumn woods, was himself no
mean figure. His lean body was
quick of movement and strong, and
his bronzed faco wore the straight
looking eyes that carried an assurance
of fearless honesty. Ho had been
away to Lexington to college and was
going back. The keen intelligence of
his face was marred by no note of
meanness, and now, as he looked at
the girl of the enemy, his shoulders
came unconsciously erect with some?
thing of the pride that shows in men
of wild blood when they feel in their
veins the strain of the chieftains.
But Dawn, after her first bluth,
dropped her lids a little and tilted her
chin, and without a word snubbed him
with the air of a Havcy looking down
on a McBriar.
Milt met that gaze with a steady |
one of his own and banteringly said:
"Dawn, 'pears like ye mought 'a' got
tangled up with a rainbow."
Her voice was cool as she retorted:
"I reckon that's better than gitting
mixed up with some other things."
"1 was Jest a-thinkin', es 1 looked at
ye," went on the boy gravely, "tbet
hit's better then gittin* mixed up with
anything else."
Dawn turned away and went stalk?
ing along the woodland path without a
backward glance, and Milt followed at
her heels, with Juanita, much amused,
bringing up the rear. The easterner
thought that these two young folks
made a splendid pair, specimens of the
best of the mountains, as yet unbroken
by heavy harness. Then, as the
younger girl passed under a swinging
rope of wild grapevine, stooping low,
a tendril caught in her hair.
Without a word Young Milt bent for?
ward and was freeing it, tingling
through bia pulses as his lingers
touched the heavy black mass, but aB
soon as she was loose the girl sprang
away and wheeled, her eyes blazing.
"How dast ye tech me?" she de?
manded, panting with wrath. "How
dast ye?"
The boy laughed easily. "I dast dc
anything 1 wants," he told her.
For a moment they stood looking at
oach other, then the girl dropped her
eyes, but the anger had died out of
them, and Juanita saw that, despite
her condescending air, she was not
displeased.
Juanita, of course, knew nothing of
Job's suspicions that had led him into
?he laurel, but even without that in?
formation, when Young Milt met them
more often than could be attributed
to chance on their walks and fell into
the habit of strolling back with them,
strong forebodings began to trouble
her.
And one morning these forebodings
were verified in crisis for, while the
youthful McBriar lounged near the
porch of Juanita's cabin talking with
; Dawn, another shadow fell across the
innllght: the shadow of Jeb McNash.
ile had como silently, and it was only
, n3 Young Milt, whose back had been
turned, shifted his position, that the
two boys recognized each other.
Juanita saw the start with which
Jeb*8 ligure stiffened and grew taut.
She saw his hands clench themselves
and his face turn white as chalk; saw
his chest rise and fall under heavy
breathing that hissed through clenched
teeth, and her own heart pounded with
wild anxiety. |
But Milt McBrlar's face showed
nothing. His father's masklike calm?
ness of feature had come down to him,
and as he read the meaning of the
other boy's attitude he merely nodded
and said casually: "Howdy, Jeb."
Jeb did not answer. He could not
answer. He was training and punish?
ing every fiber cruelly simply in
standing where he was and keeping
his hands at his sides. For a time
he remained stiff and white, breathing |
spasmodically; then, without a word,
he turned and stalked away.
That moon a horse..uin brought a
noto across the ridge, und as Juanita
Holland read it she felt that all her
dreams were crumbling?that the soul
of them was paralyzed.
It was a brief note, written in a
copybook hand, and it ran:
I'll have to ask you to send the MeNaph
children over to mg house. Jeb doesn't
want them to be consorting with the Mc
Brlars, and i i???.n't blame him, Ho is the
head of his family.
Respectfully,
AXSE HAVEY.
A stronger thing to Juanita Holland
than the personal disappointment
which had driven her to this work was
now her eager, fiery interest in the
undertaking itself. In these months i
she had disabused herself of many
prejudices. There remained that lin-,
gering one against the man with whom
sho had not made friends.
The thing she bad set out to do was
a hundredfold more vital now than it
had been when it stood for carrying
out a dead grandfather's wish. She
had been with these people in child?
birth and death, in sickness and want;
she bad seen summer go from its ten
der beginning to a vagabond end with 1
its tattered "banners ol ripened corn;
autumn had blazed and flared into
high carnival.
As young Jeb had turned on his heel '
and stalked away, even before the com?
ing of the noto she knew what would |
happen, and what would happen not
only In this instance, but in others
like it. This would not be just losing
Down, bad as that was. It would be
paralysis and death to tho school; it
would mean the leaving of everj Ha
vey boy and girl.
So she stood there, and afterward
said cuietly: "Milt. I guess you'd bet?
ter go," and Milt had gone gravely and
unquestioningly, but with that in his
eye which did not arguo brightly for |
restoration of peace between his house
and tnat of his enemy.
When tho two girls had gone to?
gether into the cabin Dawn stood with
a face that blanched as sho began to
realize what it all meant, then slowly
3he stiffened and her hands, too,
clenched and her eyes kindled.
She came across to the chair into
which the older girl had dropped list?
lessly and, falling to her knees, seized
both Juanita's hands. She seized them
tightly and liercely, and her eyes were
blazing and her voice broke from her
lips in turgid vehemence.
"I hain't a-goin' ter leave ye!" cried
Dawn. "I hain't a-goin' ter do it."
No word had been spoken of her
leaving, but in this life they both knew
that certain things bring certain re-'
suits, and thoy wero expecting a note
from Bad Ar.se.
"I hope not, dear," said Juanita, but
without conviction.
Then the mountain girl sprang up
and became transformed. With her !
rigid figure and blazing eyes she
seemed a torch burning with all the
pent-Up heritage of her past.
"I tells ye I ain't a-goin' ter leave
ye!'' she protested, and her utterance
swelled to fiery determination. "Es
fer Milt McBriar, I wouldn't spit en
him. I hates him. I hates his mur- j
derin' breed. I hates 'em like?" she
paused a moment, then finished tu
multuously "?like all hell. I reckon
I'm e3 good a Havey as Job. I hain't
seen Jeo do nothln' yit."
Again she paused, panting with pas?
sionate rage, then swept on while Jua?
nita looked at her sudden metamor?
phosis into a fury and shuddered.
"When I wasn't nothin' but a baby I
fotched victuals ter my kinfolks a
hidin' out from revenuers. I passed
right through men thet war a-trailin'
'em. I've done served my kinfolks
afore, an' I'd do hit ergin, but I reckon
I hain't a-goin' ter let em take me
away from ye."
Juanita could think of only one step
to take, so she sent Jerry Everson for
Brother Talbott, whom she had seen
riding toward the shack hamlet in the
valley.
"T!iar hain't but one thing thet ye
kin do," said Good Anse slowly when
be and Juanita sat alone over the prob?
lem with the note of Havey command
lying between them. "An' I hain't no?
ways sartain thet hit'll come ter
nothin'. Ye'vo got ter go over thar
an' have speech with Anse."
Juanita drew back with a start of
distaste and repulsion. Yet she had
known tuis all along.
"Ye see," she heard the missionary
saying, "thar's jest one way Anse kin
handle Jeb, an' nobodv else kain't
handle him at all. He thinks he's
rignt. I reckon ef ye kin persuade
Anse ter reason with him ye'U ho* ter
promise that Young Milt hain't a-t in'
ter hang round hyar."
"I'd promise alnosi anything. I can't
give them up?I can't?I can't I"
"Ef Anse didn't pertect little Dawn
from the MeBriars, Jeb would, ter a
God's certainty kill Young Milt," went
on the preacher, and the sirl nodded
miserably.
"I don't 'lc^ tor blame ye none," he
said slowly, almost apologetically, "but
I've got ter say hit. Hit's a pity ye've
seen fit ter say so many bitter things
ter Anse. Mountain folks air mighty
a Little Weakly.
easy hurt in their pride, an' no one
hain't mi vor dared tor cross him
afore."
"No." she cried bitterly, "he will wel
como the chance to humiliate and to
refuse my plea. He has been waiting
foi this; to Bee me come to him a sup
pliant on bended knee, and then to
laugh at me and tuen me away." Sin
paused and added brokenly: "And yet
I've got to go to him in surrender?to
be refused- but I'll go."
CORN CLUB BOYS
JO 6R0WBERRIES
New Work Undertaken by
Some of State's Alert
Young Farmers.
SIMPLE INSTRUCTIONS
Clemson College Has Sent Boys Direc?
tions For Strawberry Culture That
Will Be Useful to Adult Farmen
and Surburban Dwellers as Well.?
Advice on All Steps, From Prepaiv
ing Soil to Packing Crates.
Eighty South Carolina corn cluo'
boys, eighty of the best in the State/;
are adding strawberry culturo tcj
their work. These are the boys whc|
by their corn club work last year,
won scholarships to Clemson College j
for the summer course. During the
course they were promised that in j
structions for growing strawberries
would be sent to them In the fall and
the boys expressed themselves as
eager to try small patches of the
luscious fruit as part of their club
work.
F. J. Crider, associate professor ol
horticulture at Clemson College, hat
prepared and sent the boys a set ol
instructions for strawberry culture j
These Instructions are simple and
brief, but cover the subject in all im j
portant branches. They will be use
ful to any who desire to grow straw
berries and this should Include a large
number of suburban dwellers as well
as farmers. Prof. Crider's direction! j
are as follows: I
Soil for Strawberries. Any kinc
except bottom land and stiff clay.
Preparation of Land. Break deep
ly, smooth the surface well, and laj
off rows as for cotton. When ready
to plant, knock the bed down to s
level.
Fertilizing. Fertilize heavily witli
stable manure, either broadcast or in
the furrow, before planting. Each
fall, just before mulching, appl>
broadcast a mixture of about 25C
pounds cottonseed meal, 400 pound*
kainit, and 250 pounds acid phosphate
these being the amounts per acre.
Setting Plants. Set plants it
str light line, 18 inches apart in row
Place plants in rather large holet
with roots spread apart and pack soil
firmly about them. Keep roots ol
plants moist until planting. Place
name of variety on a stake at end ol
row.
Mulching. As soon as plants an
set, cover ground all about plants witc
heavy coating of pine needles or oal
straw. This holds moisture and
keeps berries clean in spring. Apply
this mulch each year thereafter in
September.
Cultivating. Begin cultivation jusl
after berries are gathered. Cultivate
as for cotton, keeping a loose layei
of soil on top and all weeds and grass
removed.
Treatment of Runners First 8um
mer. Let runners take root along
rows so as to get plants for a neu
patch.
Setting a New Patch. In Septembei
use new plants in setting out a new
patch, following same method as be
fore.
Treatment for Second Summer.
Give same treatment as first summer,
except that all runners must be cut
off (unless more new plants are
wanted). Repeat this the third sum
mer.
Treatment for Third Fall. Plow up
your old strawberry patch. Straw*
berry plants will not produce desir?
able berries after the third crop.
Gathering Fruit. Pinch berriei
from stalks without bruising, leaving
stems on. Go over patch every other
day, sometimes every day. Pick ber*
ries when they are red, while yet
firm. Gather in standard quart straw*
berry baskets. The basket is sold
with the berries.
Sorting. While picking, place the
larger berries in one basket, the sec*
ond size in another, and the smallest
size (which should -not be marketed)
in a third. This is very important.
Naming the Grades. Name the first
grade "Extra Fancy" and the second
grade "Fancy." Write name of grade,
variety, and your own name on each
basket Use quart size strawberry
baskets, 32 to the crate, and see to it
that they are ueat and clean. Get
prices on crates and baskets from
manufacturers and have supplies reach
you in ample time.
Arrangement of Berries in Br.tket.
Have every basket well filled and ar?
range the berries on top in rows.
Carry baskets to market in neatly
packed crates. They will command
attention and bring the highest prices.
DRAGGING WITH AUTO
A Western farm paper suggests that
farmers keep up their roads by hitch?
ing a drag to their automobiles. The
idea is to take the drag along behind
tho auto for a mile or two when on
a trin to town, then to leave the drag
by the roadside, to pick it up ou the!
return trip and to drag the other
Bide of the road. It has been tried
with Buccest.
WHITE HOME TO MOTHER.
Don't go to a theatre, lecture or hall,
But stay in your room tonight
Denying yourself to the friends that
call.
And a good long letter write.
Write to the sad old folks at home
Who sit when the day is done
With folded hands and downcast ey<?s,
And think of their absent son.
Don't selfishly scribble, excuse my
Haste, I have hardly lime to write,
Lest their brooding thought go won?
dering
Baek to many a bygone night,
When they lost their needed sleep
And rest, and every breath was a
I i prayer
That God would bring their son back
To their love and care.
Don't let them feel you no more need
Their love and counsel advice,
For the heart grows strongly sensitive
When age has dimmed the sight.
It might be well to let them believe
You never forgot them quite
That you deem it a pleasure when far
away,
Ixmg letters Home to write.
Don't think that the girls and boys
Who make your pastime gay,
Have half the anxious thought for you
That the old folks have today.
For the sad old folks at home
With locks fast turning white,
Are thinking of their absent son,
So give them a surprise and come
home tonight.
?W. A. Murphy (Rags.)
ONE TKEA1) FOR VEHICLES.
Manufacturers Announce Fifty-six
Inch as Standard to Be Used in the
Future.
Florence, Dec. 10.?The vehicle deal?
ers of Florence are discussing the re?
cent announcement, which has not so
far as your correspondent has seen,
been published in the daily papers,
that after January the automobile,
wagon and buggy manufacturers of
the country are going to stop making
vehicles with 60-inch tread. Every?
thing, it is said, will after the stocks
made up to the close of this year, will
be made 56 or standard tread. This
announcement gives a great deal of
satisfaction to the dealers and to many
users of vehicles who have considered
the inconvenience of having two sizes
of vehicles, and one of those sizes sold
only in a small territory, part of Vir?
ginia, the two Carolinas, Georgia, Ala?
bama and a part of Mississippi. There
have been so many threats that such
a step would be taken in the past that
dealers have been skeptical, but most
of them are convinced that the change,
so much desired, will be madegflpmu
so much to be desired, will be made
this year.
The purchaers of vehicles in this
section have had to pay for just that
much more iron and wood than they
needed, and in many instances have
j had to bear the cost of the manufac?
turer using two sets of machines, one
to supply that small part of the South,
and the other to supply the rest of the
world. The change, if made, will be
I welcomed, and while it will require
some time for the conservative people
of this section to get used to it, it
will eventually be highly satisfactory
to every' one.
Florence dealers say that they have
had notice of the proposed change and
that they may expect it.
SUMTER COTTON MARKB7T.
Corrected Daily fey Ernest Field, Got*
ton Bayer.
Good Middling 11 3-8.
Strict Middling 11 1-4.
Middling 11 1-8.
Strict Low Middling 10 5-8.
Low Middling 10 1-8. ?
Staple cotton 13 to 16c.
ENDORSED AT HOME.
Such Proof as Tills Should Convince
Any Sumter Citizen.
The public endorsement of a local
citizen is the best proof that can be
procured. None better, none stronger
tan be had. When a man comes for?
ward and testifies to his fellow citi?
zens, addresses his friends and neigh?
bors, you may be sure he is thorough?
ly convinced or he would not do so.
Telling one's experience when it is for
the public good is an act of kindness
that should be appreciated. The fol?
lowing statement given by a resident
of Sumter adds one more to the many
enses of Home Endorsement which
are being published about Doan's Kid?
ney Pills. Bead it.
J. A. Whitiemore. 14 Harby Ave.,
Sumter, says: "My kidneys got bad?
ly disordered and my back ached. I
also suffered from rheumatic pains
in my limbs. The kidney secretions
passed freely, too. Friends recom?
mended Doan's Kidney Pills and I got
some at Hearon's Pharmacy. They
have done me a world of good."
Price 50c, at all dealers. Don't
simply ask for a kidney remedy?get
Doan's Kidney Pills?the same that
Mr. Whittemore had. Foster-Milburn
Co., Props., Buffalo, N. Y. 16