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Opal Serpent
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Meanwhile their attention waif teken
-m by the odd bebavior of Aaron. whf,
'Adman suddenly announced that be'
eras about to sell the shop and retire
• Ind displayed a feverish haste be gene 1
shag rid of his stock, even at * low
arice. Whether he sold the jewels Se 1
shears as the books no one ever knew,
! Mt certainly the pundit caste did Well,
,ut of the eale. Within the week the!
shop below was denuded, and. there I
were nothing, but bare shelves, much,
to the disgust of Bart, who, like Othel-
lo, found his occupation gone. Alio'
next day the furniture was to be sold,
and when Deborah was comforting
f . Ivia at the week's end the fiat had
• seedy gone forth. Whither he intend -
0 - to transter his household the old
• did. not say, and this, In vertical
0 r, was the cause a Sylvia's grief.
i
se dreaded lest she should see her,
Over no more. This she said to De -I
c orals.
"See him you than, and this very!
y," cried the maiden, cheerfallYs
?"Why, there's that ernes. I can't make',
p nay mind whether to have magenter,
1
r Mine, bent being stilted to 'ray count,
lesion, Not that it's cream of the
• alley •smother in rosebuds as yours'
my angel,' but a dress I must ]aye
Ind your pa can't deny my taking
'OU to choose."
So the end of Deborah's sheraelessl
diplomacy was that the two went,
not to the inferior draper's where;
Debby bought her extraordinary gate!
nents, though they went there laters;
but to the hospital, where to her joyi
IlSylvia was renewed to see Patin He
looked thin and pale, but was quite'
himself end very cheertut "My dar-
ling!" he staid, kissing Sylvia's' hand,:
'while Debby sat bolt upright near thei
bed, with a. large Windbag, and played'
Vropriety by glaring. "Now I shallI
net well quickly. The sight of youi
Is better titan all medicine."
"It may be for the last time, Paul,"
!said Sylvia, trying to keep back her
ss e team, "but you'll give me your ad-
, dress, and I'll write." ,
"Oh, Sylvia, what is it?"
• "My tether has sold the books and Is
selling' the house, We are going
away—where to I don't know."
,• "Sylvia," he aske,d, "did your fatherl
<nee my accident?" .
"No, Paul. He was busy in the shop.
"Bart saw it, but Debby said be wasn't
'
to tell father." •
Paul asked Sylvia another question.1
"Do you remember that opal brooch!
I showed youl"
"The serpent. 'Yes?"
"Well, it's lost"
"Lost, Paul'?"
The young man nodded mournfully.
"I'm very vexed about it," he said in
a low tone; "my mother :wanted it
back. I was going to send it that very
day, but when I met with the accident
It got lost somehow. It wasn't in
ray pocket when my clothes were ex-
amined, though I asked for it as soon
i
ns I became conscious. My friend
i also couldn't tell me."
' "Him as caused the smashes," Said
Deborah, with several sniffs. "A. nice,
i pretty friend, I do say, sir."
"It wasn't his fault, Deborah. Mr.
Hay stumbled on a piece of orange
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1 IlArti) DKr COMA.
Mr. J. L. Purdy, Milivale, N.S.,
,rite—"I have been troubled with a
bard, dry Omagh kr a long time, especial-
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Weeks, I find say cough has left me. To
any person, guttering aa1 did, 1 een say
that this remedy is well worth atrial. I
•Weald not be Without it in the itelige."
peel and jostled against me. X Ivo
taken by surprise and fell Into the
middle of the road just as the motor
came along. Mr, Hay was more out
sorry end bas come to see me evem
day with books; and trait and ali
manner of things."
"Sylvia," said l'aul softly, "I want
you to send your father to me."
"Tea, Paul. Why do you wish to see
hira?'
"Because be Must be told of otir love.
I don't think he will be so hard all You
think, and I am ashamed of not hay -
Ins told him befcire. I like to act hors-
orably, and 2 fear, Sylvia, darling, we
have ;sot been quite fair to Your tee
ther."
"I think so, too, Paul, and I intended
to speak when we went home. But
give rae your address, so that if we go
away unexpectedly Pi be able to write
to you."
.Beecot gave her his Bloomsbury 'ad-
dress and also that of hie old bora* at
Wargrove, in 1?Issex. "Write care of say
mother," he said, "and then my, father
won't get the letter."
"Would he be angry if he knew?"
asked the girl timidly. •
Paul laughed to ' himself at the
though h of the turkeycock's rage. "I
think he would, dearest," said he, "but
that does not matter. Be true to roe,
and I'll be true to you,"
Here the nurse came to, turn the vis-
itors away on the plea that Paul had
talked quite enough. Debby flared np,
but became meek when Sylvia Lifted
reproving finger. Then Paul asked
Debby to seek his Bloomsbury long-
ings and bring to him any letters that
might be 'waiting for him -
On arriving in the room over the shop
they found themselves confronted sty
Aaron, who looked less timid than usu.
al and glowered at the pair angrily
"Where have you been, Sylvia?" he
asked.
"Father, have been to see Mn Bee -
cot at the Charing Cross hospitaL"
"Why is Mr. Beecot in. the hospital?
"He was knocked down," said Sylvia
quietly, "and his an is broken. A mo-
tor car ran over him in Gwynn street,
He wants to see you to tell you that he
lost soraething,"
Nornian turned even whiter than he
was by nature, and the perspiration
atiddenly beaded his bald forehead.
"The opal serpent!" he cried.
"Yes, the brooch he showed me."
"He showed goal" cried Aaron, with
a groan. "And what did he ten you
about it? What—what—what--theiruth
or"— He became passionate.
Debby. grasped Aaron's arm and
whirled him into the middle of the
room like a feather. .Then also planted
herself before Sylvia, with her arms
akimbo, and glared like a lioness. "You
can pinch me, sir, or give me black
eyes and red noses If you like, but no
linger on my precious, if I die for it."
Aaron was staggered by this defi-
ance and looked fierce for the moment
Then he became timid again and cast
the odd, anxious look over his shoulder.
"Leave the room, Deborah," be bald In
a mild voice.
• The faithful maid replied by sitting
down and folding her arms. "Get your
wild horses, sir," she said, breathing
heavily, "for only by them will I be
tugged away." And she snorted se
loudly that the room shook.
"Pshawl" said Norman crassly. "Syl-
via, don't be afraid of me." He wiped
his face nervously. "I only want to
know of the brooch. I like the opals.
I wanted to buy it from Mr. Beecot
He is poor—he wants money. I can
give it to him for—the--the brooch.",
He brought out the last word with a
gasp and again glanced over bis shoul-
der. Sylvia, not at all afraid, ap-
proached and took the old man's hand.
The watchful Deborah moved her chair
an inch nearer, so as to be ready for
may emergency. "Dear father," said
the girl, "Mr. Beecot doesn't know
where the brooch is. It was atolen
from him when the accident happened.
If you will see him he can tell you"—
"Not where the brooch is," interrupt-
ed Aaron, trying to appear ealta.
"Well, Well, it doesn't matter." He
glanced anxiously at Sylvia. "Yon be-
lieve me, child, when I any it doesn't
matter."
A. snort from Deborah. plainly Said
that she had her doubts. Sylvia atilt
a reproving glance in her direction,
whereupon the rose and committed per -
nary. "Of course it don't matter, sir,"
she said in a loud, hearty voice Which
made Aaron wince. "My precious be-
lieves you, though Ile it might he. Bat
folk so good as you, sir,,who go to
church when there ain't` -any one to
see, wouldift tell lies without them
a -choking of them in their blessed
throats."
• "How do you know / go to church?"
asked NOrmen, with the swan of a
trapped entreat.
"Bless you, sir, don't need Mattes
ttt illy age, though not so young as
I might be. Church you enjly, say
what yon may„.. yon being regular
as the taxes, which hi sayleg =ch.
Lor' save all!"
Deborah might well exclabn this.
Her master flung himself forward with
outstretched hands clawing the air
and with his lips lifted like thoSe Of
an enraged dog. "Youteghe eat," he
said in a painfully hissing voice,
"you're a Spy, are you? They've set
you to watch—to drag itte to the gal-
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Heart stren th ;di: yr:. hollon.I“love Paul and
m father.° said . Sylvia gentlY,
•
heart Ptrenxth, or Berne Weelettes, moans Nerve
sty. ngth, or Nerve Wealmesa—nothitir snore. Pos.
: lively. not one weak heart in a hollered in it -
;elf. Actually diseased. it la almost always a
- rtden ilitiny little nerve that really issill at Iseult.
I h:'.; obscure nerve—the (ardiac. or Heart Nerve
needs, and must have, more power. more
54;t4lity. more easaroliing, loom governess
tessieth. 'Without that the Heart must continuo
• to fall, and the stowed) end kidoeys as hay
tle•ie same controlling nerves.
This clearly expluina why. as st medicine, hr.
Mows Restorative has in the past done so much
iteek and ailing Beets. Dr. 8hoop flees:ought
:tie (Apse of All this remise. pelpitAting, liuttocat,
• Pif II,•art distress. Dr. shoots's Restorative—this
vomiter preseription—ie alone directed to these
eeek end menu, nerve centers. It builds;
• it streegthens; it ort -N real.xermine heart help.
• le you would heel: stroug warts, siren (1i-
. T' st,co, strengthen these :nerVes.— re-estahlish
Mon as needed. with
Dr, Sho
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estorative
WALLEY'S DRUG STORE.
byre.— )343 'broke off with* elver.
His rage cooled aa suddenly as it. had
• bested, and staggering to the sofa he
sat down with his face hidden. "Not
ebet—not that --oh, the yeses of pen
and terrori To come to this—to ibis—
Deborah—don't sell me. Don't. I'll
eve Yen money—I sun rich. But if the
4pa1 serpent—if the opar'— He rose
and began to beat the air witb his
hands.
Sylvia, who had never seen her fa-
ther like this, shrank back in terror,
but Deborah, with all her wins about
her, though she was wildly astonished,
seiz,ed a carafe of water from the
table and clashed the contento in his
face. The old man gasped, shuddered
and, dripping wet, sank again en the
sofa. But the approaching fit was
past, and vrhen be looked up attar
a moment or so, his voice was as calm
as his face. "What's all tiller' ise
asked feebly.
"Nettling, father," said Sylvia, kneel-
ing boil& hira; "you must not doubt
Debby, who is as true as steel."
"Are yon, Deborah?" asked Aaron
weakly.
"I should think so," she declared,
putting her arms around Sylvia, "so
long, sir, as you don't hurt my dower."
"I don't want to hurt her,"
"There's feelings as well as bones,"
said Deborah, bugging Sylvia so as
to keep her from speaking, "and love
- you can't squash, try as you may,
though, bless you, I'm not given to
keeping company myself."
"Love," said Aaron vacantly. He
seemed to think more of his troubles
than of Sylvia going to visit a young
man.
"Love and Mr. Eeecot," said Deborab.
"She wants td marry him."
"Why, then," said Aaron calmly,
"she shall marry him."
Sylvia fell at his feet "Oh, father,
father, and I have kept it from you
all these months. Forgive me, forgive
me," and she wept.
"My dear," he said, gently raising
her, "there is nothing to forgive."
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CHAPTER VI.
OTR Deborah and Sylvia were
astonished that Aaron should
be so indifferent about their
long concealment. They had
expected and dreaded a storm, yet
when the secret was told Mr. Nor-
man appeared to take it as calmly as 1
though he had known about the mat-
ter from the first Indeed, he seemed
perfectly indifferent, and when he '
raised Sylvia and made her sit beside
him on the sofa he reverted to the
brooch,
"I shall certainly see Mr. Beecot,"
he said in a dreamy way. "Charing
Cross hospital, of course. I'll go to-
morrow. I had intended to see about
selling the furniture then, but I'll wait
till the next day. I want the brooch
first—yes—yes," and he opened and
ehut his hand in a strangely restless
manner. •
"Sir," said Deborah, folding her arms
and scratching ber elbow, "I do think
as dffspring ain't lumps of dirt to be
trod on In this way. I arsk"—she flung
out her hand toward Sylvia—"is she
your own or is she not?"
"She is my daughter," said Aaron
mildly, "Why do you ask?"
"Canso you don't take interest you
should take in ber marriage, which is
made in heaven if ever marriage wets.",
Norman raised his head like a war
horse at the sound of a trumpet call.
"Who talks of marriage?" he asked
sharply.
Ainelts stared at ker. 'lie is not s,
good match far you," Iva* his reply.
"Ie is the man 2 ore," cried Bib*
tapping with her pretty foot.
Norman placed. bla Angers under *y' chin and tipped it up 80 that be
could gore int* her *Yee. "Child, do
you love bins?" he asked gravely.
"Oh, father!" -whispered Sylvia and
said no more. The expreesien ef her
eyes Was enough, for Aare; and he
turned away with a sigh.
"You know nothing Absent him," be
said at length.
• "I should have explained before;
said the girl ginetlY and Very distinct-
ly. "I loved Paul from the moment I
saw him enter the shop six months
ago. He throe again and sobs, anti
we often talked. Thea he told me of
his love, and I contorted mine. Deb-
orah wanted. to know who he was
awl if he was a good man. Prom wisat
I learned of Panre people he seemed
to be all, that was good and generous
and high nainded and loving. Deborah
sent Bart one holiday to Wargrove in
Essex, where Paul's parents live, and
Sart found that Paul had left home
because he wanted to bo an author.
Paul Is very popular In Wargrove, tied
every one speaks well of him. So Deb-
orah thought we might be engaged,
atter—
"And have you a word to say against
It, sir?" demanded Deborah, bristling.
"No," 'aid Aaron, after a pause. "but
you should have told me." '
"We should," admitted Sylilepeutek-
ly, "but Paul and I feared lest you
should say 'No."
"My child," said the old man pave-
ly, "so long as you wed a kind and
good man I have nothing to say. Syl-
via, I bave worked hard these many
• years and have made much money,
which, by will, I have left to you.
When I die, you will be rich, He is
poor."
"Paul—yes, he is peer. But what of
that?"
"Many fathers might think that an
objection," went on Aaron without no -
tieing her remark. "But I do not. You
shall marry Paul before I go to Amer -
Ica,"
"Lor'r cried Deborah, "whatever are
you a-goin' there for,, sir?"
"That's my business," said Aaron
dryly, "but I go as soon as I can. I
have sold the books, and the furniture.
of these rooms shall be disposed of be -
.fore the end of the week. My gems I
take to Amsterdam for sale, and I go
abroad next week. When I return in a
fortnight you can marry Mr. Beecot.
Ile is a good young ream I quite ap-
prove of him."
"Oh, father," cried Sylvia, putting
her arms round Norman's neck, "how
good you ares I do love him so."
"I hope the love win continue," said
her father cynically and removing the
gle's arms, to the secret Indignation of
Deborah. shall call on Mr, Beecot
tomorrow and speak to him myself
about the matter. If We corse to an ar-
rangement, for I have a toedition to
make before 2 give my entire consent,
I shall allow you a certain sum to live
on. Then / shall go to America, and
when I, die you will inherit all my t
money—when I die," be added, casting
the usual look over his shoulders. "But B
I won't die for.many a long day," he
said, with a determined air, "At least,
I hope not."
Aaron looked undecided, then spoke
in3pulsively, walking toward the door
as be did so. "Let Mr. Beecot give me
that opal, serpent," he said; "and be
shall have Sylvia and enough to live
on.. ' •
"But, father, it is lost!" cried Sylvia
mn dismay.
She spoke to the empty air. Norman
had hastily passed through the door
and was descending the stairs quicker
titan usual. Sylvia, In her eagerness to
eXplain, would have followed, but Deb-
orah drew her back witla.rotigh gentle-
ness. "Let him go, lily queen," she
said. "Let sleeping dogs Ile if you love
me,"
Ween Bart heard the joyful news he
was glad, but expressed regret that
"*1 le Iov�ly and this* One ot the
Stiburbs po the line to Item, where
zay pretty will live when her hrtebstatins
***tie par Makers It up, .Yubliestown's
thst4;04place,rseasrla.:004Victeit coritatageivaetntweine the
POW a year as 2 ever sot eyes ou.
do the west/int Bert, and you'll take
Bund the cart, so don't you think
Magi 'II be otheriotie."
"I don't want 'euti te," said Bert ef-
fectionetely. "1 elselY0 loved you,
Debby darling."
"Ah," said Miss Junk lururiouslYv
"Eve taught you to in quite a genteel
vrwmay., 13Whaarut„ a scrubby little brat you
"Yuen" said Mn Tawsey, 'eating
rapidly, "I saw myself toda.T."
"In a looking glaree?"
"Lor', Debby, no, But there woe 4
brat all rase and dirty face and sauce
as I was when you saw me I twit. He came into the shop as bold as brass
and /inked fur a hook. 1 sea, "not
do you want with a book?' and he sea,
looking at the shelves so empty, 'I sees
iyour sellint off,' he les, so 1 jumped
np to dip him over the 'end, when he
I cut. Tray'a his name, Debby, and
• be's the kid an talked to that cold gent
Mr. Beecot brought along with him
when he got smashed."
"Tray,' thane a dog's narae," said
Deboran, "old, dog Tray, and quite good
enough for guttersnipes. As to Mr.
arty, don't auk me to say he's good,
for that he ain't. What's be want
talking with gutter Trays?"
"And 'what do gutter Trays want
with books?" asked Bart, "though to
be sure 'twas impertinence maybe,"
Deborah, nodded. "That it was, and
what you'd bave done when you was a
scrubby thing. Don't bolt your food,
but make every bit'elp you to 'ealth
and long living, Yon won't 'aye gots
snandizing when we've got the lama -
dry, NextIcan Anxtellyaou.ven" t or to the after-
noon to Charing Cross hospital after
• holding a conversation, with a broker .
who had agreed to buy the derelict
furniture. Tint, shop, being empty, was
supposed,. to be closed, but -from force.
of habit Bart took down the shutters
and lurked disconialately behind the
bare counter. Several old customers
who had not heard of the sale entered
and were disappointed when they
learned that Aaron was leaving. Their
lamentations made Bart quitelow spir-
ited. However, Inc was polite to all,
but his manners broke down when a
Hendee entered to well boot laces. "2
• ain't got nothing to sell and don't
want to buy nohow," said Bart Oa
Iently.
The man did not move, but stood im-
passively in the doorway like a bronze
statue. He wore a dirty` red turban
carelessly wound round his small head,
an unclean blouse which had once been
white, circled by a yellow handker-:
chief of some coarse' stuff, dark blue
trousers and slippers with curled up
toes on naked feet. His eyes were'
black and sparkling, and he had a well
trimmed mustache, which contrasted
oddly with his shabby attire. "Hokar
is poor: Ilokar need money," he whined
in a monotone, but with his eyes
glancing restlessly round the 0120D.
Give Hokar—give," and he held out
he laces.
"Don't want any, I tell you," shouted
art tartly. "I'll call a peeler if you
don't git,
"Ho! ho! who stole the donkey?"
cried a shrill voice at the door, and.
from behind the hawker was poked a
tousled curly head and a grinning
face, which sadly needed washing,
"You leave this etiee alone, won't y'?
Iles a pal o' mine. Dy' see?"
"You git along with your pal, then,"
cried, Bart indignantly. "If be don't
Understand king's English, you do,
Tray."
Tray darted into the middle of the
shop and made a face at the indignant
shopman by putting his fingers in his
mouth 'to widen it and pulling down
his eyes. Itekar never smiled, but
showed no disposition to move, Bart,
angered at this blocking up the door-
way, and by Tray!war dance, jumped
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"Ifokur ta poor; Hokar ncal money,"
Norman should go to America. ne°did
not wish to log* his aituation, and nev-
er thought the Old roan would take him
to the States; alto, Deborah vowed that
if Aaron did want to transport Dart—
so she put It—she would object. Theis
the unfolded a scheme by whieh, with
Dart's eaVingS and her own, they could
start a laundry. "And 2 knows a dry-
ing ground," said Debareb, while tante
Ing at supper to ber proposed hursband, •
the counter. Ile nimed a blow at the
guttersnipe's head, but missed it and
fell full length. The next moment
Tray was dancing on his body with his
tongue out derisively. Then Hokar
gave a weird, smile. "Felice!" Inc said
to hitneelf. "Italeel"
„How th.? seems would have ended it
er4,inipeseilei3 to say, but while Bnrt
strovo to rive and overturn Tray,
Aaron N4allted in print the IreCazi,
"What's thierr" he asked. sharply. Tray
stopped denten g on Bart's prostrate
body and stave n shrill whistle by plac-
ing two ditty envie; in his mouth,
Then Inc darted between Norman's legs
mei made ofe. Hokar stood staring at
the bookeeller, and after in pause point-
ed with lira anger. "One—eye," he said
'll'ogilliVall'
Aaroil Ne'ttstto inquire What Inc
meant by this insult when the Indian
walked to the counter and placed some-
thing thereon, after which Inc moved
awayand his voice was heard dying
away down the street: "Ilokar is poor.
Haar need money. 'Mete Christian."
"What's this?" demanded Norman,
ngain assisting Bart roughly to his
feet.
"Blest if I tenet'," replied Tawsey,
staring. "They're Med, I think," and
he related the incoming of the Indian
and the street arab. "As for that
Tray,'" said he, growling, "rn punch
his blooming 'mid when I meets him
Agin, dancing on Sete --yah. Allays reed-
dlin', that brat, ells' as Inc wog when
Mr. Beoeot was mealiest"
"You saw that eceident?" 'asked has
maeter, fixing his one eye on hilt,
"Ytiss," Said Batt slowly, "I 'dkl, but
Deborah she told me to say nothlnk.
Mr. Beecot was smashed, and his friend,
the -cold eyegiarsed gent, pulled. him
from under the wheels of that there
machine with Tray to befit him, and
itevieneeti tuiuein they carried him to the
-(Te be Continued.)
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KIDNEY AN BURR .13111E1E5
CAN BE MADE AT HOME.
We are pleased to be able to publish for the benefit of our
readers the prescription of • a celebrated specialist. This is the
result of years of scientific investigation and experience, and.
is taken. from a reliable publication.
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The ingredients are vegetable and have a gentle and natural
action, giving a distinct tonic effect to the entire system.
It is a wonderful mixture in the treatment of Lame Back and
Urinary Troubles. It cures Rheumatic Pains in a few hours. ,
The ingredients can be bought separately and mixed at home, or
any druggist can fill the prescription.
12 not in need of it now we would advise our readers to cut
this out and save it.
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NEKVOLTS 'EBLITY
OUR NEW METHOD TREATMENT is euro you and maize a man of
you. Under Its influence the brain becomes active, the blood purified so that tat
pimples, blotches and ulcers beal up: the nerves becozne as steel, so that
nervousness, bashfulness and despondency disappear; the eyes become bright, the
face full and clear, energy returns to the body, and the moral, physical and mental
systems are invigorated; all drains cease—uo more vital waste from the, system. The
various organs beconte natural and manly. You feel yourself a tr.an and hnow mar-
riage eaunot be a failure. We invite aline afflicted to consult us confidentially and
free of charge. Don't, let quacks and fakirs rob you of your barttearned dollars.
NO NeeleiS USED WITHOUT WRITTE111,COTISENT.
THREATENED 'MTh PARALYSiS•
Peter 5. Summers., of ICalantazort,1111elz.„
relates his experience:
"I was troubled with Serftins Debility
for many years. I lay it to indiseretiOn
and excesses in early youth. I became
very despondent and (Mill care *whether
I worked or not. I' imagined everybody
who locked at /110 gile,k(1 my sectsit.
Imaginative dreams et. night 'weakened
me—my back ached, had pains in the
back of my head, bands and feet were
cold, tired in the morning', poor appetib:,
fingers were shaky, eyes Idurred, haw
loose, memory poor, etc. Itturabnecs in
the fingers set in and *18 doctor teal uut
Inc feared paralysis I took all kinds of
medicines and tried many first etas.;
physicians, wore an electric Itch ice
istroitt ratatMENT three mottths. went to Mt. Clemens for
baths, but received little benebt.
AM. Clemens 2 was induced to consult Drs. Kennedy F thote,''.1 2 had lost
all faith in doctors. Like a drowningman 1 vottimeneed tbe New 11:',tat'llent
and It saved my life. The improvement was liketnattie- I could feel VIA vigor
tlitaagiltic:3 nerves. I was caroti mentally and physically„ 1 marc sent therti teeny
patients and will continue to do so."
CURES GUARANTEED OR NOPAYWe treat and cure VAIIICOCIELE, STRICTURE, eitleVOUSDEBIUTY, BLOOD
AND URINARY COMPLAINTS, KIDNEY AND BLADDER DISEASES cad fl
Memos prettliat tO Men.
CONSULTATION Pat. BODES SUM ate:ants to call write for a (Nestle'
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