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Quicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s w Phase of -—— Revelations of a Wife—— fhen Mary Subsides Grantland Pops Up Again, As Mary drained the glass of hot milk which I had just given her, noticed that the hand which held it to her lips trembled perceptibly. The sight strengthened my conviction that she had put a tremendous strain upon her nerves in the battle upon one side of which she had ranged her will-power, and upon the other her obsessing fear of fire. Almost I felt impelled to give back to her the key she just had given me, but a realization of the absurd- ity of such an action stayed my hand. Then ‘s voice, a bit tremulous, but with a note of de- eision in it, made me still more shamed of my mom y Ress. “There's something else I'm going %o put the skids under,” she said, emiling up at me over her glass. #That's this bad habit of mine of reading myself to slecp. It doesn't do me a bit of good, and it only makes you an extra trip up here to be sure that my t is put out- i You know I don't mind that, Bary,” I interposed hastily. “I know you don't” she assured e with an atfectionate smile, “but do. So, every night after this I'm going to show you heel taps—so— Bhe tilted her glass charmingly, “kis you good-night,—so—" she leaned Roward me with an impetuous em- brace, “and turn off my light—so. weak- Bhe snapped out the light at her bed- | pide, leaving the room with only the faint fllumination of the stairway Yeading to my room below. “There!” phe sald huddling underneath the Dblanket, “if you'll just open my win- | flow, I'm sure I shall be asleep in five finutes.” I ought to have been highly grati- fed by all this. At one blow Mary had conquered a serfous obsession Bnd a petty weakness. She also had folieved me of the necessity of a pecond trip to her room each night a task trifling in itself, but some- es onerous as such duties will be- me. But as I made my way back to By own room after closing her win- } Farmer Brown's Boy Saves the Grouse and the Fruit By Thornton W. Burgess You 1 admit, That common —ola it you are fair, nse is really rare. Mother West Wind We hear a great deal about com- nion sense, but sense—real true sense, isn't so common after all, If 1 dow as she had asked, I felt vaguely | dissatisfied. The victory had been too easy altogether. Queer unrelated impressions floated through my mind all seeming to be linked to- gether in a shadowy message to my brain which T had not the key to read. Out of them, however, crystal- lized one determination. I would give no opportunity to Jack Leslie or Mra. Baker to see the girl or send any message to her. As the days wore on, however, i not the slightest indication that | Mary was departing in any way from her usual routine of work and study nd hours at home, T felt my mis- givings vanishing, although I | ed no whit of my espionage. Tut though my worry over Mary ed, my uneasy interest in Mrs. I's actions increased. The im- pression T had had of something familiar in her personality had been augmented by my stormy interview with her when I naa forbidden her any further companionship with Mary. Common sense told me that I never had seen the woman before, but something stronger, if more fan- tastic, urged the theory that some- thing famillar—and menacing was hidden under the queer exterlor which I agreed with Lilllan mi very well be a disguise. So obsessing did my theory be- come that I realized I could not be fully assured of Mary's safety until I had solved the problem of the woman's real identity, for I was sure that the name Baker was a pseu- donym. Yet, how was I, whose al- most every waking moment was oc- cupied with Philip Veritzen" to find time for such an undertak- ing? T am sure T did not consciously re- sort to prayer upon the subject, but | T surely felt as it T were receiving a direct and surprising answer to pray- er when almost a week after my in- terview with Mrs. Baker, Katie came | to me with the announcement: | “Dot M Grantland und dot Chop Chop man here again. Vot I | tell dem?” , Inc. Redtail the Hawk happens to yield | =g to temptation and catches a chicken in some farmer's barnyard, the chances are that that farmer runs for his gun and wants to kill all Hawks. He never stops to think and oconsider that Redtail has paid for that chicken, and paid a very high price at that, by destruction of great numbers of mice which were destroying that farmer’s crops. He pever stops to consider that other bhawks he shoots at may never have Pouched a chicken. He just doesn't pse common sense. He doesn't us Jense at all. Now there are plenty of farmers, ho, had they discovered Mr. and rs. Grouse “budding” in one of their apple trees, would at once bave wanted to kill them. It svouldn't have occurred to them to try to find out how much real harm, If any, Mr. and Mrs. Grouse were Eolng. All they woild have seen cl ould have seen the b But Farmer Brown's Boy isn't ke that. Farmer Brown's Boy ! :eal sense. Of course, he didn't Want next year's fruit destroyed by the picking of the buds by Mr. and Mrs. Grouse; but neither did he want Mr. and Mrs. Grouse stroyed. He wanted the fruit, he wanted Mr. and Mrs. Grou Rlive, too. know that if Mr. and Mrs. Grouse picked off a few buds here few buds th it would pro be a good thin Rbly not be a tree next year, bigger and better peally didn't min ¥hudding,” as taking those bud palled. But when the T morning be discovered that fren of Nir Aren who wer de- but o bly prob- b were allowed where mnow and trode that those Grousf w soon and he knk Baw that buc get all about being. Chey'll have a feast er. Brown’s Boy. “That will taste so good that will go ahead and Yes; sir, they w stop eating. They'il ‘cannot get another grair wheat into t T et all about bu Sure enough, is just w happened. Mr. and Mrs. Grouse s returned to the apple tree. Looking #own, their bright eyes discovered Sat this “ | arrive ds which | Ir. and Mrs. Grouse were picking. | He was smart enough to | e “I've saved the grov saved the frui | the buckwheat. Down they went and to pick it up. My, how good ted! One by one their children , and when they discovered | what Mr. and Mrs. Grouse were eat- ing, they each hurried to get a share. One by one they filled their crops, and when their crops were filled, one by one they flew back to the Green Forest. They hadn't touched a bud on one of those apple trees. No, sir, they hadn’t touched a single bud on one of those apple armer Brown’s Boy | “I've saved the Grouse and I've ved the fruit,” said he. “Common sense—just a little common sense— did it. If you don’t want folks to | take something that they want, just give them something that they want more.” (Copyright,«1927, by T. W. Burgess) | The next story: ‘“Whitey the Snowy Owl Appear: chuckled. ; Menaus for the Family BY SISTER MARY Stewed dried apricots, rice with thin cream, ham , crisp graham toast, milk, cof- rcheon—M and cheese brown bread , milk, tea. acaroni ind butter, maple gela sr—Planked meat loaf, buttered kale, grape e salad, date seal- a meat ¢ v the Maple Gelatine espoon granulat cold in cold water. ites. Add boil i whi g water stand cater s of yri and tepid it and ¥ ing An- | given drev 1835, administration, in | | she with him. When her money is| eht | work, | | | ‘and wildly eager to break into pic- | behind her a letter telling of | at Mrs. | Schuitz sends for Let | LA S 4 o 1 READ THIS FIRST: 0 Bobble Ransom, a little blond school teacher, is “movie struck,” Neither her father, a wid- ower, nor Andy Jerrold, who wants to marry her, will lend her the money to take her to Hollywood. But she borrows five hundred dol- lars from the Widow Parkins, who is to be her father's second wife, and goes. At Mrs. Mangan's boarding house she meets Stella Delroy, an extra girl. Through her she gets a few days' work at the big Magnifica | Studlos, where Roy Schultz, a fa- mous director, takes a brief interes in her, She becomes great fricnds with his wife, Lottie, who once was | a school teacher ke herself. The assistant director, Gus Mac- Cloud, falls in love with her and | tures, gone, and her courage is running low, he lends her enough money on | a bracelet, given her by Andy, to| keep her for six months and prom- | ises her a part in his next picture. Then she begins to hear queer | stories about him. Lottie tells her | that he has a wife, who is divore- | ing him. And she blames him for taking Roy with him on “wild" | parites at the home of Monica Mont, | a gold-digeing little movie vamp. | Stella Delroy drinks poison, leaving | her unhappy love affair with Gus. | His wite gets her divorce, but he | never mentions it to Bobbie, who | hears of it from Lottie Schultz. He gets a picture to direct and | offers Bobbie her big chance—a | good part in it. Then they quarrel because she won't let him make | love to her, since he doesn't be- lieve in movle people marrying, and Bobbie gives up her part, Andy writes to tell Bobble that he has bought her old home from father and begs her to come home and marry him and settle down in it. But she refuses to, of | course. She spends all her money on clothes, and then goes to work in a Hollywood book store to make enough money to pay her hoard Mangan's, After several weeks Gus comes in to see her, and purely as a business propo: tion, offers her a picture, She ta Bobbie to come and see him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | CHAPTER LV ! With her heart beating so that | she could almost hear it, Bobbie | opened the door of Roy Schultz's office, What could he want with her? She saw him, all at once not os | the Roy she had known as Lottie’s husband, but as the great director. The man who could make a girl fa- | mous over night it he wanted to! Tor he had done just that thing for Joan Joyce and many another | struggling extra girl. “Did you want me, Roy?” she asked, closing the door behind her. But her eyes went straight to the blue eyes of Gus who was sitting beside Roy, tilted back in his chair. Between the two men, on the pol- | ished desk, stood a squat brown | bottle of Irish whiskey and two | glasses. ! “Yeah. Sit down,” shortly, and she slid by the door. He leaned forward over the desk | and his eyes went over her, not as if she were a girl he had been sce- ing for six months or more, but as | | Roy said | into a chair | ing to buy—a porcelain vase or & | hand-carved chair. “Thank fortune that T just washed | my face and put fresh on” thought Bobble. She was | nervous but she knew that she looked all right in the lettuce-green dress and the black satin hat that showed the wide yellow waves of her hair. “How would you like to be Cord's leading woman in his next ple- | ture?” Roy asked suddenly, and she all but jumped out of her chalr. “His leading woman?” she gasped. She couldn't believe Ter ears. It seemed impossible that less than three weeks ago she had been selling books at $21 a week, and that now she was to he De- Lancy Cord’s leading woman! “Oh, Roy, you don’t mean she gulped after a dazed minute or two. “Do you think I'm good enough?"” The corners of his mouth turned down, and he pulled at the visor of the old brown cap he seldom took off his head. “I wouldn't ask you if you want- ed the part if T didn’t think you could get away with it”” he said dryly. “It's not exactly a Sarah Bernhardt part anyway. You're a ballet dancer. All you have to do is watch your step and look pretty.” Bobbie’s dazzled Gus, and he nodded. All right, Roy," st ly. And when she left that office ten minutes later she had signed on the dotted line for $150 a week to be DeLancy Cord's leading wo- man in “The King." Gus followed her the hall, dim and de hour of the day, and turned hm. ou once upon a time that something of you if you'd hile she was he make-up eyes went to aid faint- t of the room. orted at e gripped In this her b; | bunch of mummies! | ! Aw right!” bawled | | back one of the two extra men, a it | me?” she wondered, “unless he still cares a little bit about me?” She put her head down on the window eill, so that the wind lifted the golden ripples ot her hair, and looked up at the lanes of stars that crossed the pale gray evening sky. “] wonder just how much I care for him?" she thought. “A lot, I'm afraid.” There were things about him that she didn't like, of course. The way he had of picking up women, taking their love and sweetness, nd then flinging them down like wilted flowers. His conceit and his posing she hated too, just as she hated the large diamond he wore n his little finger, and the loud neckties and socks that you could see for blocks. His wrist-watch o bright gold. Just how her would have turned out, except for a certain happening, is doubtful. Tt was a little happening, but it served to throw her and gether again. 1t happened on a hot April ufter- noon when “Luxury” was sgbout half finished. Gus was directing a dance-hall scene. Bobbie and another girl named Rosemary Riley sat at a table with two extra men. Before them was lced tea in tall gla; 3 They were supposed to be whiskey high-balls and the girl named Rosemary Riley was supposed to be slightly tipsy. “Show a little pep—you over there!” Gus yelled at them through his mesaphone. “You're supposed to be in a tough cabaret having a wild time. Act the way you should. Don't sit there like a four “Aw right! good looking young giant named “Mac” SomBthing-or-othe: And with that he thres around Bobbie, tilted back head and planted man- somewhat flavored with cizarettes, in the middle of her painted mouth. Before she had time to protest he had planted a sccond one on top of the first. Bobbie's first impulse was o slap his face smartly for him, nd tell him what she thought of Then, like a flash of lightning, sh changed her mind. The bo kisses had meant nothing to her. Less than nothing. It would be fun to see what it meant to Gus to one arm kiss, Turkish have another man touch her, under | s very nose. To see if he cared. She turned to look at him. He had left his chair and was coming { across the set toward them, flush- | ing darkly and scowling. “Get out!” he snapped out words to the boy cailed * when he reached the table. “Don't you know any better than to do & thing like that, you young fool “Like what?” the boy stammered. He seemed very voung and help- less—like & child almost—as he looked up at Mac. “You tpld me the c | to act as if I were out on a wild party, and I tried to show you that | I could! What's wrong?" “You. You're wrong snarled, when Bobbie spoke She was dreadfully unlucky youngster who had ki her. “He didn't mean Cloud,” she sure of that. He was a good ‘gag “You beg Miss Ransom's par- up. ed Mr. “I'm it anything, 1 stiffly. st thought i don,” Mac interrupted her, his d | it she were something he were go- |, = B res still on the boy's startled and then get out as fast as rou're feet’ll carry yo {know when I need a roughneck for a picture!” He brought his fist down on the table so d that it shook. The boy scrambled to his feet, mumbled something to Bobbie, and walked off the set looking for all the world like a whipped cur. Bobbie sat perfectly still, and watched Gus go back to his place. Her eyes were starlike and her face was rosy under the cream makeup that covered it. On her lips was a small contented smile. He had done that for her! Sent away the man v had dared to set his lips to hers, even though | his kisses had meant nothing to either of them! It thrilled her right | down to the tips of her toes. | Then the girl namcd Roscmary | Riley spoke from her of the | table and her voice w ornful. | face, her | went | g you | Iropped from her | a the to er mind did sink in 1 n let his words L conl ind through 3 ey 80 decply them out d into the ago and vamp s girl himself? he bother part in “Why shonld ehout stairs affalr with Gus | Gus to- | her ! him. sorry for the T'll let you | Beatrice byBurtor. )/c -author of *LOVE BOUND® “HER MAN™ "HONEY LOU'ETE. | “I suppose you $hink that was | wonderful, but I think it was dirt- | cheap!” she said. “If MacCloud | was sore at the poor kid why didn't [ he knock him down like a man, im.\mm of sending him off the set just because ho was the director {and could get away with it! If 1 | didn't need my seven-fifty a dav, T'll bet I'd give him the panning of his life!” | The extra man nodded in agree- | ment. “Same here,” he said. “That guy MacCloud thinks he's Will Hays himself, now that he has a picture to direct!” | But no matter how they felt | about Gus, Bobbie was grateful to him and the warm thrilled little | feeling in her hreast stayed there all the rest of the afternoon. All during the hot afternoon while the portable studio plano ground out plaintive jazz melodies, and while Bobhie went through her part as the night-hlooming chorus girl, she Kkept thinking about Gus. No matter what Rosemary Riley ! and the extra man thought of him, he'd surely been good to her. She owed him her present job, and the job Roy Schultz was going to give her with a big fat salary attached to it; $150 a week looked like a small fortune to Bobbie. At 4 o'clock Gus decided to call it a day, and sent cverybody off | the When Bobbie came down from {her yellow and green dressing room, freshened by a shower and clothed in thin crisp white linen, he was waiting for her at the foot of the steps. He looked up at her with a smile in his blue eyes—a pleading sort of smile. “picnic supper?” he asked her quizzically. “Shall we have one out on the beach, like we used to a long time ago hefore the Span- ish 1" “Spanish war!” Bobbie repeated with a laugh. “Why I wasn’t born until after the Spanish war!” “Well, it seems that long since we had a picnic, anyway.” | "And so they bLad one. They ! went to the Elite Shop and bought chicken sandwiches and ham sand- wiches and little cakes with “squish” in them and frosting on top of them, and coffce in a big tall proud-looking thermos bottle, They took it all out to the strip of golden beach heyond Santa Monica, beyond the motor road. And they ate it, sitting on a rug of beach grass, with a solemn peli- can and three sea-gulls them hungrily. fow did you happen to per- suade Roy Schultz to give me that | part in ‘The King? " Bobbie asked, more for the sake of saying some- thing than for any real curiosity. Gus took a half of a chicken sandwich into his mouth before he answered her. “Well, he wanted to give it to Monica, but she wasn't | pretty enough for the part—and T told him so. "I told him my girl “But how about Monica? Wasn't she peeved about it?” Bobble asked, pretending not to hear that bit about “his girl.” Gus shook his head. “She's o scared these days that she isn't worrying much about ler career,” he sald. “She's heard that Lottie Schultz s going to name her as co-respondent in her divorce case, and it doesn’t do an actress any to have mud slung at her No sir-co!” He turned toward Bobbie, wiping his hands on a crumpled paper nap- kin. The sun flashed on his gold wrist-watch and his diamond ring as he did it, and for a second Bob- bhie found herself wishing that he i didn’t wear things like that. “Funny they never hothered me Dbefore,” she thought, looking up at him. His face was very close to hers, and the setting sun shone into his blue eyes. “Bobbie.” he said, “it's no use. I made up my mind I was all through with you three months ago, but I'm not. I have an idea I never will be, T guess every man meets his Waterloo sooner or later and you're mine.” Bobbie shrank away from him. “But Waterloo was a battle, not a woman,” she said, trying to laugh and failing as she felt his arms go around her, drawing her closer and closer. ou still want to marry me,” he said, his mouth against her ear, | “LET ME LOOK A T YOU, BOBBIE" watching | want to marry you.” CHAPTER LVI Very few girls really are sur- prised when a man says to them: “Will you marry me, darling?” Most of them know whether or not a man is going to propose long before he does it. Most of them work hard for that particular mo- ment, and can figure out just when and where the reward of their| labors is coming to-them—and it is | pretty hard for a man to get away | from a girl once she has set her heart upon marrying him. Almost impossible, as a matter of fact— although men rarely suspect it! But in the case of Bobbie Ran- som, she was genuinely astonished when Gus MacCloud asked her to marry him, that day on the grass above the white strip of beach. She slowly turned her big brown eyes on him, and there was a ques- tion in them. Her face, still baby-! ishly, innocently, round, was full of wonder. “But you don't believe in mar- rlage for movie people!” she said to him, and her voice was a sur-| prised whisper and nothing more. Gus ran hand through his sandy hair. “No, I don't,” he an-| swered with a short laugh, “hu!i what am 1 going to do? I can't get along without you. I tried it “T tried it for all those weeks | while you were clerking in that! book store. I tried to get you off my mind, but you stuck there. Maybe it was because you were 80 so decent somehow. There aren’t very many girls thesa days who won't let 2 man love them up if he wants to, especially in Hollywood.” His voice and his face were Xulll‘ of a kind of sulkiness, as if he were half angry with her because she wasn't the kind of girl he could make love to and then for- get—as he had forgotten Stella | Delroy and dozens of others lke her, no doubt. Bobbie looked at him with trouble-filled eyes. Surely this was the queerest proposal ever a man had made to his own true love! “Are you sure you want me to| marry you, Gus?" she asked. “Sure I'm sure,” he said in that same half-sullen, half-resentful way. “That's what you want, isn't {t?"” She nodded slowly. “Well, then, I want it too.” He went on patiently, as if he were talking to a wilful child, who had annoyed him. “I want to give you just what you want. You wanted a good start in pictures—and I've given you that, haven't I?"” Again she nodded. He had. “I want to make you happy be- cause I—I ‘want you.” Mind, he did not say “because I love you” but “because I want yow" There is a whole world of difference between ‘“‘wanting” a| woman and “loving” her. But Bobbie did not know that. Nor did she notice what he said at the time. She simply knew that he was asking her to marry him, and wondering why she wasn't happler. than she was. Surely she ought | to be, she told herself. She had been trying to get him to say this very thing to her for months and months! And now that he had finally sald it, she didn’t know why she couldn’t answer him. Hadn't she been in love with him for months? Hadn't she dreamt of going up to the stucco house in the foothills, as its mistress? Hadn't she dreamt, too, of becoming a great movie actress with Gus for her director-husband? And now, when it looked as if all of those things were coming to pass, why was she so down-heart- ed? No, not exactly down-hearted | but not thrilled and gloriously { happy, either, Why was she like that, she wondered. “Perhaps it's hecanse I've wait. ed so long for him to say all thi she thought, cool and level-headed as ever she had been in her life. She looked at him, and the sun shining into her eyes made them look positively golden, fringed with their gorgeous lashes. She was lovelier at that moment of doubt and hesitation than she ever had seemed to Gus MacCloud, and he | settled the question by leaning | forward and pulling her into his arms. i “Doggone it, you're going to marry me! Do you know it?" he said, kissing her until she was rosy and breathless in his arms. As she lay there against him, the sun picked out the diamond ring on the liftle finger of his right hand, and it shone on the golden ' watch-bracelet on the wrist of his left arm, and it gleamed on the carefully polished blond head above her. “Oh, dear, why does he wear a watch-bracelet?” she wondered, “and why is he 8o careful of his looks? Andy'd call him a molly- coddle and a tallor's dummy, if he saw him."” A vislon of Andy came before her. Andy, with his dark hair that stood up straight like a little boy's hair. With his nice grin that made his friendly gray eyes crinkle at the corners. With his well-brushed careless clothes that smelled of pipe tobacco and gasoline and out- of-doors. With his brown strong hands that flashed no diamond rings—Andy, who never wore dia- monds, but who gave them to her! “Gus,” she said, “you'll have to give Andy's bracelet back to me now—" He stopped her with another hard long kiss. “Don't talk to me about Andy's bracelets now,” he said, his mouth almost on hers, “We're talking about you and me. You're going to marry me, aren't knew that she would say “yes"—and she did. But while she was slowly nodding, she was think- ing: What will Andy say when I send that bracelet hack to him and | tell him I'm going to be married to | Gus MacCloud 2" hated the very though of | doing it. And it hurt her 'way down deep inside of her to think of Andy's face when he should get letter and the bracelet. She Iknew just how he would look—] | fled and surprised. As if some one | had struck him a terrific blow from behind, and for no good reason. “What's my girl thinking ruch tong, long thoughts about?” askea Gus, looking at her aa she \ooxed out at the blue-green Pacific with its white lines of foam. “You look | as solemn-choly as if yowd lost vour last friend. “Maybe I have,” Bobbie answered softly—so softly that not even he heard it. After all, she had few jmeet Gus on the way so that | their friends; and she never had had a friend like Andy. With a brand-new diamond ring sparkling upon her engagement finger, Bobbie began work in “The King." She had never know: what it was to be “dolled up” before as she was “dolled up” for her part as the dancer who lured a king to his fate. She had her hair waved and dressed in a new way that left her forehead bare and moon-white. She had her'eyes made up with deli- cate blue shadows of grease-paint, and - her lips touched into a pout- ing Cupid's bow with coral lip- salve, She went on a hard-boiled-egg- and-temato diet to take off the five pounds that Roy Schultz said she didn’t need. She had her nails manicured untfl they fairly ached. And last of all she was put into the dresses that had been made for her by Delilah Dean, who clothed all the best-dressed film stars in Hollywood. The loveliest one of them was an ivory white satin trimmed with pearls. There was a pearl head- dress “that matched it, and when she had it on Bobbie decided to run up to Roy Schultz's office and show him how she looked in ft— hoping, secretly, that she would he could see how becoming it was! “I never would dare to do ff she told Angie, the colored maid who helped her try on the clothe: “except that I know Mr. Schultz awfully well. His wife and I are great friends.” “His wife and him isn't great friends, I know dat,” declared the woman with a shake baned head. Evidently the story ot Roy's “break” with Lottie had tecome common property at the studlo. “Let me take a look at you, Bob- Pfe. Come around here in the light,” Roy said when she opened the door of his private office five minutes later. “Very nice,” he went on, looking from the white satin tips of her slippers to the white pearl coronet on her head. ‘“Very nice, indeed. You surely are a dainty dish to| set before a king! His words were pleasant, and so was his voice. But Bobbie noticed the worry lines that crossed his forehead, and the stralghtness of his mouth, As she was going out, dragging her white draperies behind her across the blue velvet carpet he called her to come back. “Look here, "will you thing for me?” nodded. 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It must be remembered that the medicine of the early middle ages was cssentially the practice of magic, involving the use of incan- tations and ct and of pre- | scriptions con the extract of worms, frogs, s turs, feathers, bones, and all of excretions. 1t is not surprising such circumstanc sick preferred to test | of the king's touch. sorts that urder many of the the virtues DOES NOT AFFECT THE HEART Used by millions for stopping COLDS and PAIN. The demand for Salicon is in- creasing so fast as to make it difficult at times for us to keep up with it. Keep well with Sali- con, We will send you a bottle of tablets fres of charge if you will send us your name and address. K. A. HUCHES CONPANT, BOSTON, MAss. My Powder E‘or Girls omen asked 1 did not In fact, I was , and only staga ing theso ndred thoy > boxes no the powders ars, the that All toilet coun- ters supply them in my name. There are two types. 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