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THE RASTROP ADVERTISBR. RASTROP. TEXAS
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Acid Stomach
Makes the Body Sour
Nine Out of Ten People
Suffer From It
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* It rctsUa ii* harmful oid mnl g* t all
Cvrr the body. iu*te J of health and
■trrngth. 1> > and night tbn ceaaelea* darn-
goes on. No matter how ttrong. it*
Victim cannot 1 nig .th t.md the hesltk-
Mentroving effect* of au acid stomach.
Good newi for million* of lufferert.
CheoutU iiavf found a ture remedy— one
that tale* the acid up and carries it out
•f the body; of courae, when the cauae ii
removed, the sufftrer get* well.
i Floating, indigent ion, our, acid, gniay
■torn.it'll miseries all removed. This 11
proven by over half a million ailing folk*
■who have taken EATON'IC with wonder-
fu! benefits. It can l<e obtained from any
dr iggnt. who will cheerfully refund it*
trifling cost if not entirely *ati faetorj.
Everyone should enjoy it* benefit*. Yr+
^uentlv the fir t tablet give* relief.
To abort a cold
and prevent com*
plications, take
The purified and refined
calomel tablets that are
nausealess, safe and sure.
Medicinal virtues retain-
ed and improved. Sold
only :n sealed packages.
Price 35c.
PARKER'S
. HAIR BALSAM
Rem*?e«i>*adruff Vc/|> )lAirK*lll*c
J Restores Color and
Beauty to L*ra vand Faded Hair
60c and $\ 00 at drucrl'ta.
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NEW SOUTH WALES
information bureau
Singer Building. I4¥ Broadway, New York < t|
W ill be p)e *«4 to aand Gotemmeot DaUetina
or anr Inquire* regarding oupnrtu*
D'.rlac for farm:t g «u ca ralhlnx f ruT? ur .wintf,
ttilnin* and Investment in New Numb Wales
AUSTRALIA
Kill All Flies!
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' will not it oil or injure
anything Uuaraiilewtl.
1J A I S Y
FI.Y K I I.l.ER
at your (ie&kr or
S hr KXPRKSP. prepaid, II 28.
HAROLD 80MEK3. 160 U« Kalli Ave.. Ilr..iklm. N Y.
Color to Shew Denominations.
'I'lic ireasury department nt Wash-
ington is now working on a proposl-
iinn to murk hills « f various denomi-
nations wiili n standardized colored
seal, s > 11 in t anyone call recognize
notes df different denominations at ii
glance. Tli'' plan. suggested liy 11 Phil-
adelphia druggist, I« to have a col-
ored sen 1 iii one corner of tin* hill, for
lust a nee, a green seal for a one, a pink
seal fur a two. a blue seal for a five,
uiid so on. Treasury officials. how-
cvi*r, dislike ill"* Idea of using different
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The Cow Puncher
By
Robert J. C. Stead
Author at
Kitchener atad
Other
IBustratiunj frjr
IRWIN MYERS
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THFY SPREAD
DISKASK
Flare*i anywhere, DAISY FLY KILLER attrar?. and
kills all fli*a. Nral, rlean, ornamental, convenient and
IfOTCSHk rl1**'1 allara-
sor. of rnetal.
"Tcan't spill or tip oyer.
WHY DRUGGISTS RECOMMEND
SWAMP-ROOT
For many years ftnijjrvri«t- have watched
with much intercut the remarkable record
maintained by Dr. Kilmer* Swamp-Root,
the great kidney, liver and bladder medi-
cine.
it i« a physician's prescription.
Swamp-Root is a Btrengthcning medi-
cine. It help* the kidneys, live' and blad-
der do the work nature intended they
khould do.
Swamp Hoot hut «tood thf t* *t of y*ar#.
It i* sold by all druirgi*t* on it* merit
and it should help you No other kidney
medicine has so many friend*
Be sure to get Swamp-Root and start
treatment at once.
However, if yo*U wish first to (est thu
great preparation send ten cent* to IJr
Kileier A Co., Binghamton, N*. Y., for a
sample l*>ttle. When writing be sure and
mention thia paper - Adv.
No Wonder.
"TIht*? ^o' s a man who can't hot- ;
tip up nlv wruih when he Np«*nka of
prohibition."
"Did h<* drink?"
••> ., but he diil tnukc cork nr-row*."
How tin' iivemirv wonutn ilo >s almm'
)if*r IiiimIiuihI und how h< dot s rh s. r\c
it!
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^ Morning*
. .eepYour E>/es
Clean - Clear •««< Hoalthy
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W. N. U.. HOUSTON NO. 26 -1920.
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CHAPTER XIV.—Continued.
21—
"Ironp." nahl Mrs. Ilnrdy, "wliaf wnv
Is that to speak to Mr. t'onwnrd? You
ar«* out of your head, child! Such a
sivni', Mr. Oonwurtl I Tlmt cow
puncher! I always knew It would
• •oiue out Home time. Oh. if the pa-
llors should loam of this!"
"That's all you think of," Irene re-
toned. "A scene, and the papers. You
don't trouble <o even wonder what
was the occasion of the scene. You're
afraid of the papers. I'm not. I'll
Klve the whole story to them tomor-
row. I'll tell that you insulted him,
• 'onward, and how you stood there,
a erlimltitr. Kuplnn coward under the
muzzle of his >fiin. llow I wish I had
i photograph of It!" she exclaimed,
with a llttlr hysterical laugh. "It
would look fine on the front page."
She broke into peals of laughter and
rushed up the stairs.
In the morning she was very sober
and pale, and marks of distress and
sleeplessness were furrowed in her
face. She greeted her mother with
s^rilrl civility and left her breakfast
untouched. She gave part of her
breakfast to Charlie; it was a snvlng
Ibnlm to her to have someone upon
whom she could pour affection. Then
■ s(ii> went to the telephone. She culled
Dave's office. Nothing was known of
Mr, Eidi n ; ho had been working there
last night; he was not down yet. She
culled his apartments. There was no
answer. Then she tried a new num-
ber,
"Hello, is that the office of the Call?
Will you let me speak to—"
Her mother Interrupted almost fran-
] tlcally: "Irene, you are not going to
| tell the papers? You mustn't do that.
Think of what it means—the dis-
grace—n shooting affair, almost, In our
home. Think of me, your mother—"
i "I'll think of you on one considera-
tion—that you explain what happened
last night and tell me where Dave
Elden is."
"I can't explain. I don't know. And
I don't know—"
"And you don't want to know. And
you don't care, so long as you can keep
It out of the papers. I do. I'm going
to find out the facts about this, if
every paper la the country should
print them. Hello! Yes, 1 want to
speak to Miss Morrison."
In a few words she explained Dave's
sudden disappearance, stripping the
Incident of all but vital facts, llert
Morrison was all sympathy. "It's a
big story, you know," she said, "but
we won't think of it that way. Not
it line, so fur as I am concerned.
Edith Duncan is the girl we need. A
sort of adopted sister to Dave. She
may know more than any of us."
Hut Edith knew absolutely nothing;
nothing except that her own heart was
thrown into a turmoil of emotions.
She spent the day and the evening
downtown, rotating about the points
where Dave might likely be found.
\n«l the next morning she culled or.
Irene Hardy.
In spite of all efforts at self-control
she trembled as she pressed the hell.
She bad never met Irene Hardy; it
was going to tie a strange experience,
introducing herself to the woman who
had been preferred over her and who
hud apparently proved so unworthy of
, (hat preference.
She had dlfllculi things to say, and
even while she said them she must
tight a battle to the death with the
jealousy of her natural womanhood.
And she must be very, very careful
that In saying things which were hard
to say she did not say hard thinirs.
And, most difficult of all. she must try
lo pave the way to a reconciliation be-
tween Dave and the woman who stood
between her and happiness.
Irene attended the door, as was her
Custom. Her eyes took in Edith's face
and figure with mild surprise. Edith
was conscious of the process ot a
quick intellect endeavoring to classify
her—solicitor, nm ic teucher, busi-
ness girl? And In that moment of
pi use she saw Irene's eyes and a
strange commotion of feeling surged
through her. So this was the woraun
Dave had chosen to love!
No; one does not choose whom one
will love; one loves without choosing.
Edith was conscious of that; she knew
that In her own life. And even as she
looked this first time upon Irene she
became aware of a subtle attraction
gathering about her; she felt some-
thing of that power which bad held
Dave to a single course through all
these years. And suddenly a great
new truth was born in Edith Duncan.
Suddenly she realized that if the ''' '
Mt any time prove tirf iiibful to the
magnet the fault lies not In the steel
but In the magnet. What a change of
view, what a reversion of all accepted
things came with the realization of
rhiit truth which roots down Into the
bedrock of all nature! . . .
"Won't you come In?" Irene was
"living. Her voice was woet and mu-
sical, but there was a note of sadness
In It which set responsive chords
a tremble all through Edith's heart.
"I am Edith Duncan" she managed
to suv. "I—I think I have something
ro say that may Interest you."
There was a quick leap Iii Irene's
ryes; tlu leap of that Intuitive femi-
nine sense of danger which so seldom
errs In dealing with Its own sex, and
is yet so unreliable a defense from
the dangers of the other. Mrs. iiardy
was in the living room.
"Won't you come up to my work-
shop?" Irene answered, without
change of voice, and they ascended
the stairs together. "I draw u little,"
Irene was saying, talking fast. "Oh.
yes, I have quite commercialized my
art, such as it Is. But I haven't losi
my soul altogether. I daub In color
a little—yes, daub, that's the word.
Hut It keeps one's soul alive." She
trembled, and her voice choked; she
put out her arm to a chair. When
she turned her face there were tears
on it. . . . "Tell me—Edlth," she
said. . . . "You know" . . .
"I know some things." Edith man-
aged to say. "I know, now, that 1 do
not know all. Dave and I are old
friends. My father took a liking to
him and lie used often to be In our
house. And we got to know cat h
other very well, and he told me about
you long ago. And last night I found
him nt his rooms, utmost mad and
swearing to shoot Conwurd. And
then be told me that—that—"
"Yes? Yes? What did lie tell youV
I urn not afraid—"
Edith turned her eyes to where the
white crests of the mountains cut like
a crumpled keel through a sea of inti-
nite blue, "lie told me he saw Con-
wurd here . . . u,.stairs . . .
and ('onward made a boast. And he
would have shot him, but you rushed
upon him and begged lilin not to. He
said you would have taken the bullet
yourself rather than it should find
("onward."
"Oh! oh!" the girl cried, in the pain
of one mortally hurt. "How could he
think that? I didn't cure for him—
for Conwurd—but for Duve. I knew
there bad been a quarrel—I didn't
know why—and I knew if Dave shot
him—It wasn't In self-defense—what-
ever It was, he couldn't plead that—
and they'd hang him, and that was all
I saw, Edith, that was all I saw, and
I would—yes, I would rather have
taken the bullet myself than that that
should happen—"
"You poor girl!" said Edith. "You
poor girl 1" And her arms found the
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"Because I Love You, and Would Fol-
low You Anywhere."
other's neck. "You have been hurt,
hurt." And then, under her breath,
"more than me."
"What has lie done?"
"He had already boon convinced
thut he should offer his services to
his country, In these times. He said
he couldn't remain here, and he ha
already left for England. I am afraid
I encouraged him to leave at once.
You see, I didn't understand."
Irene had taken a chair, and for
some minutes she sat In silence. "I
don't blame you," she said, at length.
"You gave hltn good advice. There
remains only one thing for mo to do."
"What?" said Edith af'er u mo-
ment's hesitation.
"Follow him! I shall follow him
and make him understand. If he
must go Into battle—with all that
that means—he must go In knowing
the truth. You have been very kind.
Miss Duncan. You have gone out of
your way to do me a gnat service,
and you have shown more kindness
than I have any right to claim from
a stranger. ... I feel, too, the call
for vengeance," she exclaimed, spring-
ing to her feet, "but tlrst I must find
Dave. I shall follow him at once. 1
shall readily locate him in some way
through the military service."
She nccoinpunled her visitor to the
door. They shook hands and looked
for a moment lu each other's eyes.
And lln.il Edith burst away and hur-
ried down the street.
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Irene had searched London for two
weeks. The confidence of her earlier
inquiries bad diminished with ouch suc-
cessive blind trull, which, promising at
tlrst, led her Into a innie of confusion
and disappointment, lbr little store
of money was fast dwindling away; she
looked Into the face of every man In
uniform with a pathetic earnestness
that more than once caused her to be
misunderstood.
The organlzaton of the military
service commanded b-sa enthusiasm
than she fell a month before. She ssw
It struggling with the apparently Im-
possible; It was as though she, In her
little studio, bud been suddenly'called
upon to paint all the portraits lu the
world. ... in some degree she un-
ilerstood the difficulties; in equal de-
gree she sympathized with those who
were striving to overcome them, and
she bung on from day to duy In her
search with a dogged determination
which set Its teeth aguinst admitting
that the search was hopeless.
At last one great fear bad settled
on her heart. Suppose Dave should
not enll.it under bis right name? In
such a case her chance of finding him
was the mere freak of accidental meet-
ing; a chance not to be banked upon
in u country already swarming with
its citizen soldiery. . . . And yet
there was nothing to do but keep on.
She bad sought a park bench where
groups of soldiers were continually
moving by. The lights shone on their
faces, and her own tired eyes followed
them incessantly. Always her ear
was alert for a voice that should set
her heart a-poundiug, und more than
once she bad thought she heard that
voice; more than a score of times she
hud thought she had seen that figure
with Its stride of self-reliance, with
strength bulging in every muscle. And
always it had been to learn that she
had been mistaken; always It hud been
to feel the heart sink just u little
lower than before. And still she kept
on. There was nothing to do but keep
on
Often she wondered how be would
receive her. That cold look which
bad frozen Ills features when she
seized the revolver In his hand, would
it still sit there, too distant und de-
tuched to be even scornful? Would
she have It to break down? She could
riot know; she could only hope and
pray and go on.
As she turned her eyes to follow a
group of men in uniform she became
aware of a soldier sitting alone in the
shadow a short distance away. Some
quality about him caught her atten-
tion ; his face was not discernible, and
his figure was too much in the shadow
to more than suggest its outline, but
she found herself regarding him with
an intentm ^s that set her pulses rac-
ing. Should she dare risk It again?
And yet there was something. . . .
She hud a sudden plan. She would
make no inquiry, no apology; she
would walk near by and call him by
iiiitne. If that name meant nothing to
him be would not even notice her pres-
ence, but If It should be—
"Dave," she said.
He turned quickly in his seat; the
light fell on her face and he saw her;
he was on his feet and had taken a
step toward her. Then he stopped, and
she saw his features harden as they
had on that dreadful occasion which
now si emod so long a^o.
"Well?" he said. His voice was me-
chanical, but in it was something
which oulckened her hope; something
which suggested that be was making It
mechanical because lie dared not let
it express the human emotion which
was struggling for utterance.
"Let me talk to you, Dave," she
pleaded. "1 have followed you around
the world for this. Let me tulk. I
can explain everything."
He stood still so long that she won-
dered if be never would speak.
dared not reach her hands to
she could only stand and wait.
"Irene," he r.ald, "why did you
low me here?"
"There is only oni" answer, Dav".
I'oca use I love you and would follow
you anywhere. No one can stop me
doing that; no one, Dave—except you."
And again he stood, and she knew
that he w.is turning over In his tnlnd
tilings weight!"' than life and death,
and that when he spoke again his
course would be set. Then, in the
partial shadow, she saw his arms
slowly extend; they rose, wide and
strong, und extended toward her.
There waa a quick step, and they met
about iier, und the world swooned and
w- nt l y. . . .
"I can explain everything," she said,
when she could talk.
"You need explain nothing," ho re-
turned. "i linve lived the torments of
the damned. Edith Duncan was right;
she said If It were real love It would
never give up. 'Endureth all things,'
she said. 'All things,' she said. . . .
There is no limit."
"Hut I must tell you, dear," she Raid,
"so that you may understand." And
then she patched together the story,
from what she knew and from what
Edith Duncan had told her, and Dave
filled in what neither bad known, In-
cluding the incident earlier on that
fateful evening. She could see bis
Jaws harden as they pieced the plot
together and she knew what he was
thinking.
(TO UK CONTINUED.)
First Moving Picture.
The first real moving picture was
produced by C. Francis Jenkins, a
stenographer at the treasury depart-
ment, Washington, and shown by him
at Richmond, Jnd., his homo town, on
June fl, 1SP4. The picture portrayed
a butterfly costume dance performed
by a vaudeville artist named Anna-
belle. who received $5 for her work.
She
bim ;
fol-
DODSON STOPS
SALE OF CALOMEL
VJDodson's Liver Tone" is Taking Place of Dangerous,
Sickening Chemical, Say Druggists
Every druggist In town has noticed
* great falling off In the sisle of
calomel. They all g've the same rcu
son. Dodsou's Liver Tone is taking
Its place.
"Cabunel Is dangerous and |ieople
know It." Dodsou's Liver Tone Is per-
sonally guaranteed by every druggist
who sells It. A large bottle doesn't
cost very much but IT it fails to give
easy relief in'every case of liver slug
glshnoNK and constipation. Just ask
for vour money back.
Dodson's Liver Tone Is h pleuaant*
tasting, purely vegetable remedy,
harmless to both children and adults.
Take a s|iooutul at night and wake up
feeling tine; no biliousness, sick head-
ache, add stomach or constipated
bowels. It doesn't gripe or cause In-
convenience all the next day like vio-
lent calomel. Take u dose of calomel
todny und tomorrow jou will feel
weak, sick and nauseated. Don't lose
a day- Adv.
SOLD FOR 60 YEAXt
For MALARIA,
CHILLS and
FEVER
Also a Fin* General
Strengthening Tonic.
satD ir all mh smn-
Taking After Mother.
I tort Just t .ime home from college,
and he had a "shadow" on 1 is upper
lip. lie stopped to say "Hello" to his
grandfather.
His grandfather looked bim over
and said. "Why. sun, you loos . ue
like your mother every day."
"What makes you think so?" asked
Bert.
"Why, because your father bad a
niustii. he that came down to his chin.
Just look at that one of yoursj you
must take after your mother."
Logical.
"The sceond doctor the Smiths bad
was exactly like the tlrst one."
"Well, why shouldn't be be the fac-
simile for a sick family?"
99 OUT OF 100
Of the little Ills such as Nasal Ca-
tarrh. Sunburn. Itching, or Soreness
anywhere, may he quickly relieved I>y
applying Vachor-Balm which is harm-
less, and cooling. Keep it handy,
und avoid Imitations,
If you cannot buy Yai her Halm lo-
cally. send aoc In stamps for a tube,
to E. W. Yacher, Inc., New Orleans,
Lu.- Agents wanted.—Adv.
SHOWED SIGNS OF TIPPLING
That No-Account Feeling
Mentis tlii\t you have nialurial
germs in your blood. Millions
of them destroying the rod cor-
past ies, nml filling your blood
with poisons thut cuuso chills
and fe er, general run-down
rendition and com plications w ith
Dysentery, Bronchitis und Piuju-
roouiu.
Avoid the dread effects of thit
disease by taking Oxidino, a
preparation that kills the germs
<>f malaria, and tones up tho
system In a natural way.
Ilon't wail until Malaria g< ti
you into its clutches. Oct a
bottle of Oxlriinu today. (>0e.
lit yum drug stole.
Th« Druf Co.
WHO, Tiiu.
STOPS MALARIA
Hens' Behavior Caused English Young-
ster to Be Doubtful of Good
Character of Vicinity,
Johnny recently paid his first visit
to bis aunt's farm In England. The
little boy bad not been there long be
fore he came running to her In great
excitement.
"Aunty." he exclnitned, with the air
of one Imparting grave news. "I don't
think this is a very nice place!"
"Why, what makes you think that,
Johnny?" was her amused reply
"Well, aunty, the public houses
(saloons) open very early," was the
staffing rejoinder. "Nearly all your
hens have the hiccoughs already this
morning."
Circumstances Alter Cases.
The Doctor—That was a very bad
sprain. You will need absolute rest.
You will not be able to dance for three
months.
The Premiere Dnnscusc That's
tough. It els a three hundred n
week cuntr i and me without a cent
saved up.
The Doctor Not a cent? That's too
bad. Hilt don't worry. I think I can
tlx you so you can go on tomorrow
night's show.
I TIME MAKES LITTLE CHANGE
,
Booth Tarkington Relates Anecdote to
Show How Characteristics Pre-
vail to the End.
Novelist Booth Tarkington was talk-
ing about owardly attack that a
gang of (iermatis had made on a soli-
tary French oflieor in Hie restaur.mt
or the Hotel Adlon in Berlin,
"Tl.c Hermans." he said, "were un-
speakuble III the beginning, and tbey
will be unspeakable to the end."
lb- s|i,i,ni| in I,, n| thoughtfully.
"People can't change," be said.
"Henry Laboiicbere was born a fear
le-s wit and a fearless wit he died. A
few bout's before his death, you know,
Labotiehere's nephew Upset a tin V
spirit lamp that was burning by the
bedside The dying man awoke out
of a titful doze and s.i.v the miniature
conflagration.
" 'Elanies?' he said. 'Not yet, I
think.'
"And In 'u ug hei| qul/.zically rtod
dozed again."
Delayea.
"Started work In your garden yet?"
"No. My neighbor's been so busy
working In hi I haven't had the heart
to borrow bis tools,"
Even when un actress wears genu-
ine diamonds the suspicious people re-
fuse to believe it.
I (tie's tiin^lie w ill lieh'lVi
traineil bis temper to.
If he has
A grin
smile Is
an h
II Ml I)
1 W III
ilillit ult
kci| mechanically.
Use goo d j ud^m ent
in meeting the high
cost or living
Coffee prices are Vay up
Postum sells at the same
fair pnee^-Whynot drink
Instant
Postum
Instead of coffee
as many are doin^
A table beverag'e of coflee-
like flavor.
Better for health-At lower cost
Sold by Grocers Everywhere
Ma<lo by Postum Cereal Co.,Battle G~e 'k, Mich.
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