The Collinsville Times. (Collinsville, Tex.), Vol. 29, No. 31, Ed. 1 Friday, August 7, 1914 Page: 3 of 8
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■ ~ fcwph • Hbttwp*,-' «• eniign In th*
United States army, on. his way to Fort.,
Harmar, meets Simon Glrty, a renegade
whose "niftid has been connected with all-
• 2}anner ot atrocities, also headed for
Fort Harmar, with a message from
British general, Hamilton. """"
*uldea him to tha fort. At Gei
mar's headquarters Hayward meets .
D'Auvray,-who professes to rocoralM
although he has no recolleotlon of «ver-
navlpjt seen her before. Hay ward volun-
teer* to carry a massage for Harmar . to
iOUU)RLanduskJ'! where Hamilton Is stationed.
The northwest Indian tribes are ready
"t?U' *or war and are only held back by the
refusal of the friendly. Wyandots to Join.
Tho latter are demanding the return of
Wa-pa-tee-tah, a religious teacher, whom
they believe to be ft prisoner. Hayward's
mission Is to assure the Wyandots that
the man is not held by the soldiers.
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CHAPTER 111—Continued.
"Then there la but one answer—the
witch overheard our conversation. I
•poke loud, not knowing she was 4n
the room, and her quick ears caught
the sound. 'Tls like her to make In-
stant use of what she learned to thus
arouse your Interest. She Is full of
such tricks. No doubt that will be the
explanation, and no mystery to it—
only the device of a clever woman."
I passed out Into the sunshine of the
afternoon, and crossed the deserted
parade to my quarters. In spite of the
aeriousnesB of this adventure upon
which I was entering my thought lin-
gered with the French girl. How soft-
ly musical her voice was; how clear
her laughter; how enchantlngly the
dimples appeared in either cheek, and
with what eloquence the dark eyes
conveyed their message. "Rene D'Au-
vray," the name repeated on my lips,
lingered, and was whispered again.
I wondered If it really was her name,
yet cast the doubt aside indignantly.
Somehow It seemed to belong to her,
to typify personality, to revive mem-
ory. "Rene D'Auvray"—would I ever
see her again? Would God be good?
I glanced back at the high window;
the sun glared on It, reflecting the
rays into my dazzled eyes. My heart
sank. I must depart at dusk, and long
•are I could hop^ to return she would
have disappeared Into -the unknown
wilderness. Harmar would know noth-
ing more than he did now; there would
remain no trail I could hope to follow;
I would never Bee her again.
All this was years ago, long years,
and yet I recall still how I occupied
those hours with preparation, striving
manfuily to banish her from mind by
oeafr-U/is labor. Little by little I
" grasped the seriousness of this mis-
sion on which I was embarked. In a
measure I was frontier born and bred,
and had ranged the woods since I be-
came strong enough to bear a gun.
There were few secrets of the wilder-
ness I did not know, yet now for the
first time I was to penetrate those
dark northern forests, through un-
tracke£frea£K5. am} front the red
Jj^fages at their couuch'^rfl with a
'•"'f*rVmessage of defiance. The full t^ftent
of peril Involved occurred to me t'ld-
denly, almost with a shock—the raid-
ing parties of young warriors, scour-
ing the woods, unrestrained in their
savagery, the uncertainty of our re
ceptlon by the Wyandots, the possi-
bility that Hamilton might not be
there to protect from violence, the
haunting doubt whether our mission
would save us from torture and death
at the hands of those red demons bent
madly on war I It was no pleasant
picture painted on the canvas of Imag-
ination, and the perspiration beaded
-my temples, as frontier tales of In-
dian atrocity flashed to memory. But
mine was then the spirit of youth, of
daring; I had volunteered for this
duty, and, under God, would not fail.
1 recall changing my clothes, put-
ting on my rough hunting suit, and
packing my uniform in a bag. Then
I sought out Brady, finding him alone
outolde the stockade, lying on the
bluff summit, gazing out at the broad
river below. As I drew near he looked
up at me, good humor In hts gray eyes,
but making no effort to change his
.posture. • -
"Well, my young cockerel," he said
J carelessly, "they tell me you and I are
to be comrades on the long trail."
"Who told you? General Harmar?"
"Ko less; maybe an hour ago. 'Tis
- not likely to prove a pleasant task,
si I understand the nature of the mes-
|| cage. What said the old man to you?
He sat7 up as I repeated word by
M word o t,cpnvefsaflpn._ He listened
intently.until t nniWwtf,' Ills eyeii- Oh
the dark woods bordering the .settle
M'usiI
"About as I had It,*' he commented
gravely, "only a bit more of detail. No
pleasant Job, friend, but the 'old man'
Is right—there is no other way to deal
with redskins. What was t^e name
'Tveslisard the name
[don't miietnbsr where.--
[si the Wyandots, save a few
their rang? is too far
[y cbSM5^«Hy*U
the forks. Here are
^anid I spread my rude
of the land."
a moment, totdtfietf*
..with a quizzical
r ILBUSTRATED/gr I> J.L
r v COPyfimr' 1 r
Mil * • yj -i '*.%* * f r-
"Just looks like' hen" tracks ter m^, "The poor man 1 Bet was quite sad,
an-' a# -to iea<iia' 3 reoicen <tke£ -w&at
no schools along Stump crick wher I
was raised;- Hewsumever yotr needn't
worry none about that. Master Hay-
wa *, fop-i- kln *ead the-woods an'
natur's the best gul&fe We'll find San-
J
TrWe talked together for some time,
although I did the xqost- ot it, for he
was content to reply In monosyllables,
his eyes on the river!"As tha sun sank,
its last rays turning the waters crim-
son, we went backJnto the stockade,
and ate heartily together in the bar-
racks' kitchen. Then, as dusk drew
near, we separated, he going silently
down the bluff to the boat, while I re-
ported to General Harmar.
It was almost dark, with a clear,
star-studded sky overhead, when I
came forth again, the letter to Ham-
ilton in my pocket, and the general's
warning instructions fresh in mind. I
had caught no further glimpse of the
girl, nor had any reference been made
to her. In truth, for the moment the
memory of her presence had been ban-
ished from mind. Then, all at once,
she came to me, a slender shadow
stepping forth from the gloom of the
stockade, into the star gleam. I saw
the face uplifted, white in the silvery
glow, and the dark uncovered hair.
"Monsieur Hayward," she said
softly, "you will speak to me?"
CHAPTER IV.
I Face a Request.
I came to a sudden halt, my heart
throbbing wildly. "Most certainly,
mademoiselle," I stammered in Sur-
prise, "although I have little time to
spare."
"I. know," jshe returned; "you voy-
age into the north—you, and the great
hunter."
"You know that? How?"
She smiled, 'yet with eyes on mine
in frank confidence.
"Have I not ears, monsieur?" she
asked swiftly. "Did you think me old
and deaf when we met before? Per-
haps the light was poor, and you saw
ill; if so look at me again, now, mon-
sieur."
"You mean yon overheard?" and I
stepped back, tantalized by her witch-
ery.
"How coultf I help? It was but a
word now and then, but that Amerlcaln
general he talk so loud, like he speak
to an army. I did not catch your
voice, monsieur, not one word. Yet
I knew well what eet was you say: I
know from my own heart, how eet
beat; an' from your face, bo strong
like the face of a man. You wi _ .. ,, „ _ . —
go back to the north, back to Commenting on the visit of Prmco
people." fenry of Prussia to South America,
"To your people!" I echoed inci Berlin cable to the London Times
lously. "Good God! Are youavg js regarded as of the utmost
disin
. . _ mportance in German naval circles
Does monsieur care what I , \ .
she questioned more gravely. ^ Germany shall improve her
-dope, ha not, already know? Winding in South Amcrica, and in
alone here"*ifi the night," her eyparlicular that she shall obtain the
sorting mine to sweep a swtft ^ foJ> }jJ fa b f h; j
about her over the bare level \ ■ r .1 . , , ,,
rade. "Need there longer be ,m3 X -c.hc.ck.upon the
between us? Why you not trustclasticity and resources of the Ger-
"I do trust you," I returned iiman building yards and indirectly
ously, intoxicated by her presen^ check j nsion of
the pressure of her fingers on mj„ \ , ,l
"In spite of all that Is strange Germany herself. The kaiser has re-
not pretend othe.o^ise. But I dpeatedly interested himself in this
know you, as you would prstendmatter. Prince Ilc-rny will be ex-
She stared Into my face, heriec^ecj p]ay |}le ro]e 0f a r0yal
eyes wide open. Then she lai,
softly.- Irummer.
"You think to fool me! All i ~
I laugh, an' I pretend, but I
believe what you tell. Have I nol
to see your face? ears to hear
"> voice? 'Tls not long ago, onljron?"
moons since then. Why all this "Because she was in pressing need
understand, maybe; why you Ei . „ 1 °
officer today an' Amerlcaine offlc 1
You not toll; I not as:
monaieur. I know uot I tol' eet so
welL ,Non, non, eet not I who.,told
heem; eet was the voyageurB with
whom I ,came. I tell nothing. Eet was
hard to tell nothln', monsieur, wh^n
he want to know so much; when be
ask question, an' roar in heos loud
voice. But eet was fun, too; I laugh,
an' talk about ozzer things, an' he get
so mad, ze Americaln gcnerall. He
put me in ze guardhouse, only I was
a girl. You are angry?"
"No. But I am a soldier on duty;
under orders to the north."
"To my people."
"So you said before. What does It
mean? You are not Indian?"
"I am of quarter blood; my father
was officer of France who died In bat-
tle. I was born in an Indian tepee."
"But not brought up an Indian? You
possess education; you have khown
civilized life."
"I have been at Montreal and Que-
bec, monsieur. I was three years at
the convent of the Ursulines."
"But came back into the wilder-
ness?"
"I returned—to my own people; the
great woods called me. I am a Wyan-
dot."
"And here at Fort Harmar, under a
false name, pretending to be from the
French settlements?"
She touched my hands, where they
gripped the rifle barrel, and her whole
manner changed.
"1 am not here under a false name,
monsieur, nor for any purpose of evil,"
she exclaimed eagerly. "You must not
think that of me; I will not permit.
'Tis my name, Rene D*Auvray, and I
came to this fort from the French set-
tlements. I cannot tell you why, but
there Is no harm done. All I seek now
is the opportunity to return to my own
land. That Is why I came here to meet
you; why I waylaid you, and told you
the truth. I heard enough of what was
said by the Americain generail to
know that you were going north thro'
the forests to my country, to hold
council with the Wyandots. That is
so, is eet not?"
"Yes."
"Then, monsieur, take me with you!
No, listen; you must; you shall not re-
fuse. I know the way, the woods, and
all their secrets. I can guide you, and
travel faster than your Kentucky
hunter. Let me go, monsieur."
I hesitated just a moment, actually
tempted by this opportunity to have
her wiJLh me, to learn more of who and
what she really was. Yet the knowl-
edge that Harmar would never approve
""-v "" "rrnngement, and that he
matter if I
afted
REALLY HAD TO HAVE IT.
'Why did the maid take my flat-
SPITEFUL DOUBT.
morrow.
more, Wo be friends Just the t
Ees that so?" Hf-\
"With all my heart," I replie "Celeste tells me she often engag«B
lleved at the sudden change 1® reflection."
manner and graspiiig the hand "Pm sure she does—before her
out. "But you are wrong in thl . „
I assume two characters.'' J.
"Yes; well, did I aot say I
an' pretend? Voila! eet was - HOPELESS MISANTHROPE.
nothing. Yet there Is danger,
sieur, danger. Indian never lot "Why don't you learn to dance?*
nevaire forget You go as hunte "What's the use?" rejoined Mr.
scout?" Iroucher. "I can get tired without
"No, as an officer;, my unlfor • x ,, „
' oing to all that trouble."
in .this bag.:'.v- j •
'Yo the Miatrils?''? v
I shook my heaoj wonde
swift questioning.
"The Wyandots."
T5 '.'Ahl „ not so
not know* they
lieve. But 'tis most odd why
do all thU-—lhis, what you
"No more odd surely than
.otaflsmolselle."
l( THE KINO.
"What do you think of the picture
f affaire in Mexico?"
I'1 "Maybe they will turn out to be
marine views." @
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MAKE YOUR OWN MOPS
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NO NEED TO PURCHASE THIS
HOUSEHOLD EQUIPMENT. : '
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'J v>uu- ":j -si woe jsmui WiJ"
Old Stockings May fs Utilized to
Good Adypntaflfr~We;i to Hemern-
ber That Washing Each Week
' Is Essential. 3 >
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Why is e#t.yog Bay that?,
the generail about me?"
h ^ur8e"
tare enough then0You iqtar-
^st wdUgh to ask heegfllrho 1 waal
sml^ v T|?" LA#T-
"Voi " e SaTi,' mon slcfur^ confl (1 ebtly,
juorttft./'arw*** l tt«i^rfy.iiJJig s the
-^Vy*nd<jts «f: -i
all about
Where I come? You ti
me? Ah, blen; an
MO*ff ?MT
That you wK#Ptro*,4to * Illinois
__ ■^-•eelrtn^our fa
ther- 8®nr wiA VifQ^mtown
■uo-j-tt-oj ts
•Tlaughed again, hlr-hands ma-
slowly. Mat u eloquent fsstora.
PerhMWrtthtr*
he say, won-■ "fear/ I horo^raVSleid as long a wil ier-
IHmoft O
ot com
you d
"Yea, monsieur,"' quietly, "and he
knows what I am. He 1b not reckless
enough to offer me Insult; did he do so
he would be torn limb from limb. You
do not know my: people, but Simon
Qirty does. I do not fear him, yet 1
would rather go with you."
'T cannot consent; it would cost me
my commission to take you. 1 must
say good-by."
She held out her hand.
"Good-by, monsieur."
I left her standing there, a slender,
dark shadow in the starlight, feeling
yet the firm grip of her fingers, and
seeing yet in memory the upturned
face. That fihe really meant what she
said so confidently I did not truly be-
lieve. Her threat of traveling in com-
pany with Olrty, or even alone, was
merely uttered in the vague hope that
It might Influence me. She could not
bo in oarnest. In spite of her assertion
was not altogether convinced that
she was an Indian, a Wyandot. She
was so young, so girlish, so soft of
voice and civilized of speech. I could
not associate her with savages, or
those dark haunted woods. I even
laughed grimly to myself, as I went
down the bluff, at the thought.
The boat was in the dark shadows
of the bank, a sizable canoe, three In-
dians—friendly Delawares—grasping
the paddles and kneeling in the bot-
tom, and two men holding It steady
against the current. One of these, tall
and straight, would be Brady, but the
other, a mere shadow in the dttrk, vvuo
unrecognizable.
"You go with ub?" I asked.
He straightened up, with the motion
of a salute.
"Yah, der captain he says bo, don't
id?" the words strongly Dutch.
"Oh, yes, my man; you are the cook.
Is there an extra paddle in there,
boys?"
An Indian voice grunted a response,
holding it up.
"All right; take it, and get in. What
is your name?"
"Johann Schultz."
I remembered him, a private in
Brown's company, as poor a choice as
could have been made for such an ex-
noHHInn If w o n +AA
yvMtwuii, wul aw it Mti \.Ktsj tutu uu n iut
an exchange.
"In with you, Schultz," I ordered
sharply, "behind the last Indian, and
bend your back; this is to be no pleas-
ure trip after wild flowers. All ready,
Brady?"
He stepped Into the bow of the
craft, without answering, and crouched
down, his long rifle showing above his
shoulder. I pushed ofT, and found
room at the stern. There was a flash
of paddles in the dark water, and, al-
most noiselessly, we swept out into the
stream. For the space of a mile, per-
haps, we skirted the clearing, the river
a stream of silver under the stars, the
land on either side, disfigured by
blackened tree stumps, making a deso-
late picture. Then the canoe slipped
silently into the forest waterway, the
dense woods on either bank obscuring
the stars, and plunging us into dark-
ness. Brady bent over the sharp bow,
his eyes watchful for any obstacle, for
"•'A''"-" swirl of the current, and I could
fa..=~^ distinguish hiB voice In low-
spoken to the Indian paddlers
We were he'texned In by wilderness,
the narrow stream bordered by great
forest trees, with branches over-hang-
ing the current, and huge roots pro-
jecting from the mossy banks.
There was little or no underbrush;
Indeed, as the light grew stronger, the
vista stretched far away between the
gnarled trunks of oak and hickory to
where the land rose in low bluff. It
was a somber scene of gray and green
coloring, save that here and there were
clusters of wild flowers yielding a
brighter hue of blue and yellow to the
dull background. The silence was pro-
found, thn river noiseless, except as
the waters occasionally foamed over
some obstacle in their path, or mur-
mured Boftly about the sharp prow of
the canoe. High up above the early
morning air fluttered the leaves, yet so
gently that nO sound of rustling
reached me. The woods themsolires
were desolate, apparently uninhabited,
without even a fleeting wild animal to
break their loneliness.
I sat up, rubbing my cramped limbs,
and stared about down the forest
aisles, impressed by the somberness
of our surroundings, yet with every
faculty aroused. The Dutchman's lan-
guid movements, and the perspiration
streaming down his face, told of a hard
night'* work.
(TO BB CONTWtntn.) ' l; I £>
Lawmaker Mixes Metaphor, j
Jamea Ramsay itfiedohttid, "'ttij
has added a gem to the coll<?ctidi| ol
mixed metaphors for which poIH
orators are famous. Referring to
syndicalists. Mr. Macdonatd said;
! sooner ,do they get themes!
lntb a hole thai) they put <1
a string so that they may pull
out ol it 'The Delllali of syi
has . endeavored "to cut the ••
traces, unionism, so that it be<
mere piece pf putty In the
the political authorities."
this Is declared to be the mofet
nlflcent mixing of metaphors fb
English public man since'
Bums inveighed against tha Lo
oounfcy oouncli for-"taklng a white
pbant under its wine,"
Oiled floors and dusting mops are
now considered a necessary part ot
every household equipment. Of course^
you want one if you haven't one. and
if you do not want to pay the price,
why not make your own mops? 014
stockings make the best mops, as they
do not make lint.
Begfn by" taking a strip of strong
cloth and cut it about two and one-half
to three inches wide and about ten
inches long. Cut the old stockings in
strips and place the strips close
beside each other in a row. Place
the cloth across the middle of
the stocking strips and stitch along
each edge of the cloth on the machine.
When this is folded together there will
be a doublo row of stocking strips. Of
course, the strips must be cut of equal
length. You can now Insert the mop
for a day or so In a good furniture
polish, until it has taken up all the oil
possible; Bqueeze dry and insert in
your mop handle and you have quite
as good an oiled mop as many on the
market. It goes without saying that
you must frequently remove the mop
and renew tho oil.
Furniture mope may be purchased
for a small price lu the shops, but as
they are soon worn out they are quite
a little expense in the homes where
pennies count, and in one afternoon
you can make a dozen dish mops of
different sizes for no cost at all.
A small, round stick that is smooth
to the hand is beet to use, and pieces
of old naterials, linen, cotton or wool-
en as you prefer. Whittle the stick so
It tapers toward the end and cut three
little circles of cotton and tie them
over this end to form a sort of wad.
Then cut a atrip of linen 24 inches
long and 12 inches wide. Doub\ ffl|ls
with the long edges slightly ov\ ^
ping in the center and notch it d\
along both folded edges. Wind
around the stick. Tie firmly and t^
tion," said oae . lady.
She liked her regular
soap and washing
powder. She tried
RUB-NO-MORE fust
to see. Now you ought
to see how easily; §ne
keeps house dirt-fr^e
with this "workless"
dirt remover. „
RUB-NO -MORE
WASHING POWDER
i9 a sudless dirt re-
mover for clothes.
It clean your dishes,
sinks, toilets sad
cleans and sweeten*
your milk crocks. It
kills germs. It does
not need hot water.
RUB-NO-MORE RUB-NO-MORE
Washing Powder Carbo Naptha Soap
Five Cents—AU Grocers
Ihe Rub-No-More Co., Ft.Wayne, Ind.
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your complexion troubles with your
powder puff — no need of either
when you use pure, harmlesa
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At all dealers or by mail 50c.
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TYPHOID
Prices vary ac-
ts no more necessary
than Smallpox. Army
experience bu demonstrated
pull the top strips over the lower one „
Bind some strong string above tl*-'™ WivllJii
head ot the mop and brush with llqu, _ K«.l I Tavae
glue. Make a hole through the sti«,amP®e,l TeX3S
and tie on a bit of string to hang it i|if1SVil!c, T@X3S.
by and your mop is finished.
Long-handled mops for dusting ce
ings can be made from discard'
broomsticks with strips of soft
or waste for the heads, and woi-5-^m ,bj- m 9 J
chamois leather makes capital hea' EMENTi
for window-cleaning mops. ■■ -
All the brushes should be thorouL f, ... < 1 ,uv ♦
ly washed each week, unless they ar^'1 ciJ}rJtOT,*fa tiFljp W cnainpagne fell up-
♦
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of the oiled sort, and even then tK ?y
must have an occasional washing ui.d
reoiling.
Extracting Grease From Carpets.
An excellent paste for extracting
grease from carpets is made by mix-
ing fuller's earth with a little am-
monia. The mixture should be quite
thick and should be applied with a lav-
ish hand. Let it remain on the carpet
over night, then brush off with a stiff
brush. Sometimes it is necessary to.
put on a second supply. If tho colors
of the carpet are delicate and there is
danger of discoloration, the ammonia
may be omitted. Should the tone of
the carpet seem to be dull after the
grease Is out, the color may be fresh-
ened by sweeping tho carpet with
moist salt.
on the queen's gown. She opened her
pockotbook to take out her handker-
chief, but the gallant mayor was not
io bo caught 011 any point of etiquette.
"Your majesty," he exclaimed, grand-
ly, "there is no need of that! Every-
thing is already paid for."—Youth's
Companion.
Macaroni Cutlets.
Four ounces of macaroni, one-half
pint of milk, two tablespoonfuls of
flour, two yolks of eggs. Add salt, pep-
per and some bread crumbs.
Boil tho macaroni In water; drain
and chop in small pieces. Heat the
milk, add the butter and flour rubbed
together and stir until thick. Add
carefully the yolks of two egge. Take
from the fire, ad9" salt, pepper and
macaroni and turn out to cool. Shape
Into cutlets or croquettes; rell In bread
crumbs and egg; fry in hot fat. Serve
with tomato sauce ac1 cheese.
For Sausage.
Put this recipe for making sausage
away In your scrap book, so you will
know where It Is when you need It.
Grind your meat as fine as possible;
don't have It too lean. Season with
salt, ground black pepper, a good sup-
ply of pulverized soda crackers, a lit-
tle sage and some red pepper tea.
Mix well and stuff in sausage oases
which can be secured from packing
houses.
DON'T ITCH! USE RESINOL
Just put on a little of that soothing,
antiseptic resinol ointment and the
Itching and burning stop at once. Soon
all traco of eczema, prickly heat, poi>
son-ivy, poison-oak, or other torment-
ing skin trouble is gone. Every drug-
gist sells resinol ointment and resinol
soap. Prescribed. by doctors for 19
years.—Adv.
His Private Stock.
A few years ago, after an unusually
pleasant evening, John Thornton, the
vaudeville comedian, found himself
at 5 a. m. lounging against a well in
Central park. New York. In a few
minutes a policeman came along and
asked:
"What are you doing here?"
"Just watching the animals,"
Thornton; "nothing more."
"Nonsense," said the officer,
7.00 whero the animals are Is severaj
blocks from here."
"Not my kind," said the actor, ilow-
ly walking away.
said
"the
<,• 1 •. Soft Frosting.
A frosting that will not break and
always remains soft and easy to cut Is
made from two cupfols of powdered
sugaiji one. tabidspooaful of better, one.
tablespooafui. of cocpa and enough"
boiling or Cotdi make -the
frosting spread nicely. It usually re-
quires three or four tafeles^oon/iihi ot
milk or coffee.
THINK OF THE MILLIONS
that have been relieved In the past 75
years by Wright's Indian Vegetable
Pills and decide whether they are not
worth a trial. They regulate the
bowels, stimulate the liver and ptirify.
the blood. Adv.
Critic's Mean Comment, f]
An actor who recently waB "taken"
whllo on the stage by a cinematograph
was greatly pleased with the result.
Talking of tt to a prominent dreinatlo
critic, he said: #
"It was the most extraordlna
perienoe I ever wentf through-
aUy tor Boj myself acting." ?
^NSwr replied the fcrltle, J,y<j
uiHferotapd what We ftarsrto
wHh.'
X * i l
i *
* & Home-Made Rugs. A £ $f£
mmfr l#" nat^lng^iBore. charming
than home-made fug8'"f6r ^fie sbtrimei*
cottage, and it is «ut*fiB)agijiat a)OA.
women do not take up this practical
If old-fashioned handiwork. On®., can
do the nccessary dyeing at home, and
the *utenBU|^ge^e88j|y_are nert$|t
complicate^
Curst Old Solii, Other K<rtie4ltt%o
The wortt cases, no matter of how loos ■ ndlng,
■ rwt th« wpadyfcl. ,ol<tj«H >le Dr.
PfiYUrV Ar.tUepttc HtaXtag OK&tt lliarM
IJnty ot the ar ttttme. Me.! s. tl-Oe
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Lesser Evi!
Mr. Borem—Shall we talk or
Mj?s v^ytfrs
us jjance.
eed a Oe
sue Grove's
Standard Grove's
equal))* valuabl
The Old
Dekjl Tonic because it con
Antftbwn tonic properties of
It acts on the Liver
Enriches'The
Builds up the Whole System. 50
tints wlll hel]p
To Drive Away Mice.
Mictffeaaa a'ittorr-sjAfpartfr to pet*
perffiint.'hnd a'Uttl^oil^oi peppermint
sprinkled around tb'elf1 o&tti ' "*
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Carroll, E. L. The Collinsville Times. (Collinsville, Tex.), Vol. 29, No. 31, Ed. 1 Friday, August 7, 1914, newspaper, August 7, 1914; Collinsville, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth233563/m1/3/: accessed April 26, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.