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Oy ,NFY enterprise
ZEN of the Y. D
A Novel of the Foothills
By ROBERT STEAD
Author of “The Cow Puncher"—“The Home-
steaders"—“Neighbors," etc.
Copyright by ROBERT STEAD
“SAY YES NCWIr
SYNOPSIS. — Transley’s hay-
cutting outfit, after stacking
2,000 tons, is on its way to the
big Y.D. ranch headquarters.
Transley is a master of inen and
circumstances. Linder, foreman,
is substantial, but not self-asser-
tive. George Drazk one of the
men, is an irresponsible chap who
proposes to every woman he
meets. Transley and Linder dine
with Y.D. and his -wife and
daughter Zen. Transley resolves
to marry -Zen. Y.D. instructs
Transley to cut the South Y.D.,
"spite 6’ h—1 an’ high water” and
a fellow named Landson. Drazk
proposes to Zen and is neatly re-
buffed. Transley pitches camp
on the South Y.D. and finds Land-
son’s outfit cutting hay. Denni-
son Grant, Landson’s manager,
notifies Transley that he is work-
ing under a lease from the legal
owners and warns Transley off.
All of which means war. Y.D.
and Zen ride to the South Y.D.
Zen is a natural vamp, not yet
halter-broke and ripe for mating.
Y.D. has taken a liking to Trans-
ley. Zen holds Transley off and
encourages Linder. Zen enjoys
the prospect of a race between
Transley and Linder for her fa-
vor, but secretly laughs at both.
She has another and more serious
encounter with Drazk. Y.D. mow-
ing machines are ruined by iron
stakes set in the grass. Zen pre-
vents open war with Landson.
Transley half-way proposes and
is turned off. Drazk sets a fire
that attacks the Landson stacks.
The Y.D. outfit hastens to aid the
enemy. Zen rides off alone to
help. The wind changes and the
Y.D. 'people now have to fight
the prairie fire. Zen rides into
the river to escape flames. Drazk
tries to abduct her. She drowns
him—or thinks she has. Grant
overtakes her. In trying to ride
through fire Zen is thrown and
knocked senseless. Zen comes to
after several hours of uncon-
sciousness to find herself in the
dark with Grant. She hds a
sprained ankle and both horses
have run away. So she and Grant
sit on a rock and tell their past
lives. Grant, it appears, is a rich
man’s son who scorns wealth in
order to live his own life. Y.D.
and his men arrive after day-
light. Naturally, in the circum-
stance*, haying is abandoned.
Grant rides off. Transley goes to
the nearest town.
CHAPTER VH—-Continued.
—9—
Up to this time Transley had not
thought seriously of matrimony. A
wife and children he regarded as de-
■irable appendages for declining years
—for the quh)t and shade of that eve-
ing towai& which every active man
looks with such irrational confidence.
But for the heat of the day—for the
climb up the hill—they would be un-
necessary encumbrances. Transley al-
ways took a practical view of these
mattero It need hardly be stated that
he had never been in love; in fact,
Transley would have scouted the idea
of any passion which would throw the
practical to the winds. That was a
thing for weaklings, and, possibly, for
women.
But his attachment for Zen was a
very practical matter. Zen was the
only heir to the Y.D. wealth. She
would bring to her husband capital
and credit which Transley could use
to good advantage in his business. She
would also bring personality—a de-
lightful individuality—of which any
man might be proud. She had that
fine combination of attractions which
is expressed In the word charm. She
had health, constitution, beauty. She
had courage and sympathy. She had
qualities of leadership. She would
bring to him not only the material
means to build a house, but the spir-
itual qualities which make a home.
She would make him the envy of all
his acquaintances. And a jealous man
loves to be envied.
So after the work on the excava-
tions had been properly started Trans-
ley turned over the detail to the al-
ways dependable Linder, and, remark-
ing that he had not had a final settle-
ment with Y.D., set out for the ranch
In the foothills. While spending the
long autumn day alone in the buggy
he was able to turn over and develop
plans on an even more ambitious scale
than had occurred to him amid the
hustle of his men and horses.
The valley was lying very warm
and beautiful in yellow light, and the
setting sun was just capping the
mountains with gold and painting
great splashes of copper and bronze
On the few clouds becalmed in the
heaven*, when Transley’s tired team
jogged in among the cluster of build-
ings known as the Y.D. The rancher
met him at the bunk-house. He
greeted Transley with a firm grip of
his great palm, and with jaws open
in suggestion of a sort of carnivorous
hospitality.
"Come up to the house, Transley,”
he said, turning the horses over to
the attention of a ranch hand. "Sup-
per is just ready, an' the women will
'■be glad to see you."
Zen, walking with a limp, met them
at the garc. Transley’s eyes reassured
him that he had not been led astray
by any process of idealization; Zen
was all hts mind had been picturing
her. She was worth the effort. In-
deed. a strange sensation of tender-
ness suffused him as he walked by
her side to the door, supporting her
a little with his hand. There they
were ushered in by the rancher's wife.
And Zen herself showed Transley to
la cool rot m where were white towels
t«mi soft water from the river and
quiet and restful furnishings. Trans-
ley congratulated himself that he
could hardly hope to be better re-
ceived.
After supper he had a social drink
with Y.D., and then the two sat on
the veranda and smoked and dis-
cussed business. Transley found Y.D.
more liberal in the adjustment than
he had expected. He had not yet
realized to what an extent he had won
"he old rancher’s confidence, and
Y.D. was a man who, when his confi-
dence had been won, never haggled
over details. He was willing to com-
promise the loss on the operations on
the South Y.D. on a scale that was
not merely just, but generous.
This settled, Transley proceeded to
Interest Y.D. in the work In which he
was now engaged. He drew a picture
of activities in the little metropolis
such as
credulity.
stirred
the
rancher’s
in-
“Well,
well,”
Y.D.
would
say.
“Transley, I’ve known that little hole
for about thirty years, an’ never seen
it was any good excep’ to get drunk
in. . . . I’ve seen more things there
than Is down in the books.”
“You wouldn’t know the change that
has come about in a few months,” said
Transley, with enthusiasm. “Double
shifts working by electric light, Y.D.!
What do you think of that? Men with
rolls of money that would choke a cow
sleeping out in tents because they
can’t get a roof over them. Why, man,
I didn’t have to hunt a job there; the
job hunted me. I could have
had a dozen jobs at my own
price if I could have handled
them. It’s just as If prosperity was
a river which had been trickling
through that town for thirty years,
and all of a sudden the dam up in the
foothills gives away and down she
comes with a rush. Lots which sold
a year ago for a hundred dollars are
selling now for five hundred—some-
times more. Old ranchers living on
the bald-headed a few years ago find
themselves today the owners of city
property worth millions, and are
dressing uncomfortably, in keeping
with their wealth, or vainly trying to
drink up the surplus. So far sense and
brains has had nothing to do with It,
Y.D., absolutely nothing. It has been
fool luck. But the brains are coming
in now, and the brains will get the
money, in the long run.”
Transley paused and lit another
cigar. Y.D. rolled his in his lips, re-
flectively.
“I mind some doin’s in that burg,”
he said, as though the memory of them
was of greater importance than all
that might be happening now.
Transley switched back to business.
“We ought to be in on It, Y.D.,” he
said. “Not on the fly-by-night stuff; I
don’t mean that. But I could take
twice the contracts if I had twice the
outfit.”
Y.D. brought his chair down on to
all four legs and removed his cigar.
“You mean we should hit her to-
gether?” he demanded.
"It would be a great compliment to
me, if you had that confidence in me,
and I’m sure it would make some good
money for you.”
“How’d you work It?”
“You have a bunch of horses run-
ning here on the ranch; eating their
heads off. Many of them are broke,
and the others would soon tame dowm
with a scraper behind them. Let me
put them to work. I’d have to have
equipment, too. Your name on the
back of my note would get It, and
you wouldn’t actually have to put up
a dollar. Then we’d make an inven-
tory of what you put into the firm and
what I put into it, and we’d divide the
earnings in proportion.”
“After payin’ you a salary as mana-
ger, of course,” suggested Y.D.
“That’s immaterial. With a bigger
outfit and more capital I can make so
much more money out of the earnings
that I don’t care whether I get a sal-
ary or not. But I wouldn’t figure on
going on contracting all the time for
other people. We might as well have
the cream as the skimmed milk. This
is the way it’s done. We go to the
owner of a block of lots somewhere
where there’s no building going on. He’s
anxious to start something, because
as soon as building starts in that dis-
trict the lots will sell for two or three
times what they do now. We say to
him, ‘Give us every second lot in your
block and we’ll put a house on it.’ In
this way we get the lots for a trifle;
perhaps for nothing. Then we build
a lot of houses, more or less to the
same plan. We put ’em up quick and
cheap. We build ’em to sell, not to
live in. Then we mortgage ’em for
the last cent we can get. Then we
put the price up to twice what the
mortgage is and sell them as fast as
we can build them, getting our equity
out and leaving the purchasers to set-
tle with the mortgage company., It’s
good for from 30 to 40 per cent profit,
not per annum, but per transaction.”
“It sounds interesting,” said Y.D.,
“an’ I suppose I might as well put my
spare horses an’ credit to work. I
don’t mind drivin’ down with you to-
morrow an’ looking her over first
hand.”
This was all Transley had hoped
for, and the talk turned to less mate-
rial matters. After a while Zen joined
them, and a little later Y.D. left to at-
tend to some business at the bunk-
house.
“Your father and I may go into part-
nership, Zen,” Transley said to her,
when they were alone together. He
explained in a general way the ven-
ture that was afoot.
“That will be very Interesting,” ahe
“Will you be Interested V
“Of course. I am Interested
thlng that Dad undertakes.
“And are you not—will you\ not be
—just a little interested in the’'things
that I undertake?” 'N
She paused a moment before reply-
ing. The dusk had settled about thpm,
and he could not see the contour \of
her face, but he knew that she h&£l
realized the significance of his ques-\
tion.
“Why yes,” she said at length, “I
will be interested in what you under-
take. You will be Dad’s partner.”
Her evasion nettled him.
“Zen,” he said, “why shouldn't we
understand each other?”
“Don’t we?” Sh» had turned slight-
ly toward him, and he could feel the
laughing mockery in her eyes.
“I rather think we do,” he answered,
“only we—at least, you—won’t admit
It.”
“Oh!”
“Seriously, Zen, do you imagine I
came over here today simply to make
a deal with your father?”
“Wasn’t that worth while?”
“Of course it was. But it wasn’t the
whole purpose—it wasn’t half the pur-
pose. I wanted to see Y.D., it is true,
but more, very much more, I wanted
to see you.”
She did not answer,* and he could
only guess what was the trend of her
thoughts. After a silence he con-
tinued :
“You may think I am precipitate.
You intimated as much to me once. I
am. I know of no reason why an hon-
est man should go beating about the
bush. When I want something I want
it, and I make a bee-line for it. If it
is a contract—If it is a business mat-
ter—I go right after It, with all the
energy that’s in me. When I’m look-
ing for a contract I don’t start by talk-
ing about the weather. Well—this is
my first experience in love, and per-
haps my methods are all wrong, but it
seems to me they should apply. At
any rate a girl of your Intelligence
will understand.”
“Applying your business principles,”
she interrupted, “I suppose if you
wanted a wife and there was none in
sight you would advertise for her?”
He defended his position. “I don’t
see why not,” he declared. “I can’t
understand the general attitude of
levity toward matrimonial advertise-
ments. Apparently they are too open
and above-board. Matrimony should
lisp
•s"'-
“I Don't See Why Not," He Declared.
not be committed in a round-about, In-
direct, hit-or-miss manner. A young
man sees a girl whom he thinks he
would like to marry. Does he go to
her house and say, ‘Miss So-and-So, I
think I would like to marry you. Will
you allow me to call on you so that we
may get better acquainted, with that
object in view?’ He does not. Such
honesty would be considered almost
brutal. He calls on her and pretends
he -would like to take her to the thea-
ter, if. it is in town, or for a ride, if
It is in the country. She pretends she
would like to go. Both of them know
what the real purpose is, and both of
them pretend they don’t. They start
the farce by pretending a deceit which
deceives nobody. They wait for na-
ture to ^et up an attraction which
shall overrule their judgment, rather
than act by judgment first and leave
it to nature to take care of herself.
How much better it would be to be
perfectly frank—to boldly announce
the purpose—to come as I now come'
to you and say, ‘Zen, I want to marry
you. My reason, my judgment, tells
me that you would be an ideal mate.
I shall be proud of you, and I will try
to naake you proud of me. I will
gratify your desires in every way that
my means will permit. I pledge you
my fidelity in return for yours. I—I-*-
Zen; will you say yes? Can you be-
lieve that there is in my.simple words
more sincerity than there could be In
any mad ravings about love? You are
young, Zen, younger than I, but you
must have observed some things. One
of them is that marriage, founded on
mutual respect, which increases with
the years, is a much safer and wiser
business than marriage founded on a
passion which quickly burns itself out
and leaves the victims cold, unrespon-
sive, with nothing in common. You
may not feel that you know me well
enough for a decision. I will give you
every opportunity to know me better
—I will do nothing to deceive you—I
will put on no veneer—I will let you
know me as I really am. Will you say
yes?”
He had left his seat and approached
her: he was leaning close over her
chair. While hie words haa suggested
| marriage on a purely Intellectual be
gt* he did not hesitate to bring bit
physical presence into the scale. H«
was accustomed to having his way—
he had always had it—never did ha
want it more than he did now. . .
And although he had made his pies
from the intellectual angle he wa*
sure, he was very, very sure there was
more than that. This girl, whose very
presence delighted him—Intoxicated
him—would have made him mad—
V .“Will you say yes?” he repeated,
and his hands found hers and drew
her with his great strength up from
her chair. She did not resist, but
when she was on her feet she avoided
his embrace.
“You must not hurry me,” she whis-
pered. “I must have time to think. 1
did not realize what you wyere saying
until—”
“Say yes now,” he urged. Transley
was a man very hard to resist. She
felt as though she were In the grip
of a powerful machine; it was as
though she were being swept along by
a stream against which her feeble
strength was as nothing. Zen was as
nearly frightened as she ever had
been in her vigorous young life. And
yet there was something delightful,
It would have been so easy to sur*
render—It was so hard to resist.
“Say yes now,” he repeated, draw*
Ing her close at last and breathing tha
question into her ear. “You shall have
time to think—you shall ask your own
heart, and if it does not confirm youn
words you will be released from youl
promise.”
They heard the footsteps of her fa*
ther approaching, and Transley wait*
ed no longer for an answer. Ha
turned her face to his; he pressed hi9
lips against hers.
CHAPTER VIII
Zen thought over the events of thal
evening until they became a blur in
her memory. Her principal recollee*
tion was that she had been quite
swept off her feet. Transley had in*
terpreted her submission as assent,
and she had not corrected him in the
vital moment when they stood before
her father that night In the deep
shadow of the veranda.
“Y.D.,” Transley had said, “your
consent and your blessing! Zen and
I are to be married as soon as she can
be ready.”
That was the moment at which she
should have spoken, but she did not.
She, who had prided herself that she
would make a race of it—she, who
had always been able to slip out of a
predicament in the nick of time—stood
mutely by and let Transley and her
father interpret her silence as con- !
sent. She was not sure that she was
sorry; she was not sure but she would |
have consented anyway; but Transley j
had taken the matter quite out of her j
hands. And yet she could not bring !
herself to feel resentment toward !
him; that was the strangest part of
it. It seemed that she had come un- j
der his domination; that she even ;
had to think as he would have her 1
think.
In the darkness she could not see
her father’s face, for which she was
sorry; and he could not see hers, for
which she was glad. There was a
long moment of tense silence before
she heard him say:
“Well, well! I had a hunch It
might come to that, but I didn’t reckon
you youngsters would work so fast.”
“This was a stake worth working
fast for,” Transley was Saying, as he
shook Y.D.’s hand. “I wouldn’t trade
places with any man alive.” And Zen
was sure he meant exactly what he
said.
“She’s a good girl, Transley,” her
father commented; “a good girl, even
If a bit obstrep’rous at times. She’s
got spirit, Transley, an’ you’ll have to
handle her with sense. She’s a—a
thoroughbred I”
Y.D. had reached his arms toward
his daughter, and at these words he
closed them about her. Zen had
never known her father to be emo-
tional ; she had known him to face mat-
ters of life and death without the
quiver of an eyelid, but as he held
her there in his arms that night she
felt his big frame tremble. Suddenly
she had a poAverful desire to cry. She
broke from his embrace and ran up-
stairs to her room.
Zen, though she has let silence
give consent, is busy thinking of
Grant. Will she make up her
mind to speak out?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Birds Sing Again in
Ancient Pompeii Garden
In the last days of Pompeii a pictur-
esque garden with marbie mountains
and frescoed niches was one of the
adornments of the city.
One entered through a carriage pa-
vilion, the high entrance surmounted
by a bell. Across the threshold a court
in white and gold between two rows
of pillars led to the spacious, sloping
terraces, watered by a drowsy Drook.
Thq twitter of a thousand birds eo~
pleted the pastoral landscape.
Excavators have resurrected this
garden. The lawn* %re green again,
as they were when Vesuvius erupted,
a t>. 79. A silvery bell again peal<
visitors; the murmuring brook
wanders In through new conduits, and
songsters, descendants of the birds
who were singing about Pompeii more
than 3,800 years ago, carol as their
forbears did in the days made famous
by Bulwer-Lytton.
Education Worth the Coat
A cultured man is better satisfied
with his culture than without It. Co)
lege educations are worth th* coat
Texas News
Vigorous steps of the Texas live
stock sanitary commission have won
out over the anthrax epidemic in
Hardin, Liberty, Jefferson and Orange
counties.
Crosby bids fair soon to he a well
lighted city. Quite a number of elec-
tric light plants have recently been
installed with more in prospect.
Municipal bond of the city of San
Antonio in the Sum of $4,300,000 have
been approved by the attorney gen-
eral’s department.
The Freeport road district is grad-
ing the mile stretch to Bryan Beach,
via the Bryan bridge.
Work of remodeling the old Abilene
High School building, which was de-
stroyed by fire some time ago, has
begun. The contracts calls for an ex-
penditure of $39,468.50 in replacing the
building.
Cotton picking is under way in
South Texas and has begun in some
Central Texas communities. A eon->
tinuation of the hot, dry weather will
cause early picking in a number of
communities.
A new specific schedule of fire in-
surance rates for the town of Louise
has been issued by the state fire in-
surance commission. The key rate of
insurance remains at $1, according to
the commission.
Baylor University at Waco is given
an endowment of $75,000 for the edu-
cation of worthy students, according
to the provisions of the will of the
late Mrs. H. J. Of gain, who died re-
cently in Bastrop.
In an- election held at Sinton Sat-
urday to vote on the issuance of $35,-
000 in sewer bonds, and for the is-
suance of $20,000 in waterworks bonds
to complete the city waterworks sys-
tem recently installed the measure
was carried almost without opposition.
The corn crop this year was fore-
cast Friday at 2,576,000,000 bushels
and the combined winter and spring
wheat crops placed at 814,000,000
bushels by the department of agricul-
ture August report. Last year 3,046,-
000,000 bushels of corn and 786,000,-
000 bushels of wheat were harvested.
James W. Bass, collector of internal
revenue for the first district of Texas
states that his office has begun to
issue and mail out checks for the re-
fund of the 25 per cent reduction of
federal income taxes paid in full for
the year 1923, as provided by the
act of 1924.
Gross tax receipts on oil of $139,600
were deposited with the state treas-
urer last w'eek by the state comp-
troller. This sum, with $19,000 re-
ceived from tax collectors, brought
the general revenue fund up to $300,-
000, and insured a cash basis until
some time in September, C. V. Terrell,
state treasurer, said.
Reports from the Hill’s Prairie, sec-
tion of Bastrop County state that the
army worm has made its appearance
on several farms in that community.
The demand for poison to extermi-
nate the pest is increasing and every
precaution is being taken to destroy
the worm before much damage is
done. The appearance of the worm is
causing much alarm, but it is be-
lieved that the destruction will be
halted before serious damage is
done.
At the top of all reports issued
hereafter by H. H. Schultz, in charge
of federal crop and live stock esti-
mates for Texas, will be a plea for
pi'otection of Texas bird life. The
step is taken wTitli the hope of help-
ing to check the unprecedented in-
crease in the number and varieties of
destructive insects that are menacing
the fruit, vegetable and grain crops
of the state, as wrell as the pests that
either destroy or seriously damage
Texas’ biggest crop, cotton.
Cotton picking and ginning in the
Mission territory has been somewhat
slow on account of scattered showers.
Ginning" to date has been divided
among the four local mills as fol-
lows: Farmers Gin Company, 816
bales; Valley Gin Company, t>50 bales;
Waite Bros., 620 bales, and the Bor-
der Gin Company, 518 bales. Gins in
the Mission territory outside the city
limits have ginned 1500 bales, mak-
ing a total cf approximately 4000
bales for that section.
Washington County has 7447 chil-
dren of scholastic age, according to
enumerations recently completed and
reported to the county board of educa
tion. There are, 2980 white and 2792
colored children, a total of 5772 in the
rural districts. Brenham independeni
district has 1207, and'Chapel Hill inde-
pendent district, 468, making the to
tal enumeration for the county 7447.
a good increase over last year. The
county apportionment per capita is
$1.25, state apportionment $13.35, to
tal $14.60.
Business in general over the state
is holding up well, with excellent
prospects in sight for early fall.
Early indications from seed-bed
plantings in the lower Rio Grande
Valley are for good acreages the com
ing season to cabbage, eggplant, pep-
pers and tomatoes and a heavy plant-
ing of early corn for roasting ears,
according to the state markets and
warehouse department. Some efforts
are being made to restrict the cabbage
acreage to the plantings of a year
ago, which brought such satisfactory
returns. Growers, however, appar-
ently are preparing for emergency
needs for a good supply of plants
according to the department.
HOW THIS WOMAN
GOT STRENGTH
Put Up 300 Quarts Fruit, 500
Glasses Jelly and Took Care
of Four Children
Norwalk, Iowa.—“I have been mean-
ing for some time to write and tell you
how much good your
medicine has done
me. When I starte
to take it I was al-
most bed fast and-
would have been in
bed all the time if I
had had any one to-
care for my children.
There was so much
swelling and pairs
that I could hardlv
take a step. I took
seven bottles of
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com-
pound and used Lydia E. Pinkham’s San-
ative Wash, and found that so healing.
I am not entirely well yet for I was m
bad shape when I started your medicine,
but I am so much better that I am not
afraid to recommend it, and I think if I
keep on taking it, it will cure me. I
have done' my work all alone this sum-
mer, caring for four children, and I
canned 300 quarts of fruit and made
500 glasses of jelly, so you see I must
be better. I feel pretty good all the
time and I am glad to tell others about
the medicine.”—Mrs. C, J. Wenner-
MARK, Box 141, Norwalk, Iowa.
Women can depend upon Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound to re-
lieve them from female troubles. For
sale by druggists everywhere.
Easier Than Before
“Father is pleased to hear you are
a poet.”
“Is he?”
“Oh, very—the last of my sweet-
hearts lie tried to throw out of the
house was a football player.”—Lon-
don Tit-Bits.
Red Cross Ball Blue should be used;
in every home. It makes clothes white
as snow and never injures the fabric.
All good grocers.—Advertisement.
Imagination Hot Necessary
She—Men have so little imagination
nowadays.
He—Gosh ! They don’t need any.
Most v men dig their graves with
their teeth.—Old Chinese Proverb.
Summer Find You Miserable?
It’s hard to do one’s work when
every day brings morning lameness,
throbbing backache, and a dull, tired
feeling. If you suffer thus, why not
find the cause? Likely it’s your kid-
neys. Headaches, dizziness and kidney
irregularities may give further proof
that your kidneys need help. Don’t
risk neglect! Use Doan’s Pills—a
stimulant diuretic to the kidneys^ ThoUi,
sands have been helped by Doan’s.
They should help you. Ask your
neighbor!
A Texas Case
Chas. F. Horton,
barber, 409 N. Myr- f X
tie Ave., Denton. *—'^ T.u..smfi
Texas, says: “I had
an ache in my back
and I could hardly
stoop. My back was
so lame and stiff I
had to go around
on crutches most
of the time. My
kidneys were dis-
ordered, too. Sev-
eral boxes of Doan’s
Pills, however, cured me.”
DOAN’S "iP
STIMULANT DIURETIC TO THE KIDNEYS
Fo$ter-Milbum Co., Mfg. Chem., Buffalo, N. Y.
MOTHER!
V
Watch Child’s Tongue
“California Fig Syrup” is
Children's Harmless
Laxative ^
When your child is constipated, bil-
ious, lias colic, feverish breath, coated
tongue, or diarrhea, a teaspoonful of
genuine “California Fig Syrup” sweet-
ens the stomach and promptly cleans
the bowels of poisons, gases, bile, sour-
ing food and waste. Never cramps or
overacts. Contains no narcotics or
soothing drugs. Children love its de-
licious taste.
Ask your druggist for genuine “Cal-
ifornia Fig Syrup” which has full di-
rections for babies and children of all
ages, plainly printed on bottle. Moth-
er! You must say “California” or you
may get an imitation fig syrup.
INFLAMED EYES
Dse Dr. Thomi
Buy
UK Hirer,'J
UVIED EYES
lompson’s Byewater,
^y?N^8Booklet.
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Shuffler, R. The Olney Enterprise. (Olney, Tex.), Vol. 15, No. 16, Ed. 1 Friday, August 15, 1924, newspaper, August 15, 1924; Olney, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1113671/m1/2/: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Olney Community Library.