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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1923-09-28, Page 7• rsl ti After Every Meal Take it home to the kids Rave a packet in your pocket for an ever -ready treat. A delicious confec- tion and en aid to the teeth, appetite, digestion. f lbs. Cotton quilt REMNANTS fl, 6 lbs. 52, 10 tls 25, 25 Its. 58, 1 Ib. sok or velvet patches 51.60, 2 51r, 52. 2 lbs cotton remnants good lengths fr children% dresses, amens. ebirts, oto. 81.60. 1 1b. dng@1ng yarn all shades. 21. A McCnEguY & CO , reporters CHATHAM. Ont. "Wonder what an idle Telephone thinks about?" “ p THY, oh, why do my people YY send out'Special Offer' letters broadcast to a lot of dealers, when I could do so much better for them? e Think of the time lost before they will have replies enough to know if the sale is a successl—of the letters that won't receive proper attention! —of the unnecessary expense in that big List " They 'd do better to put me in ehsrge of their 'Special Offer Cam- paigns.' I'm the boy that gets an immediate decision. "1n two hours, by Long Distance I've often sold 60% of a Special Sale stock to a few merchants --and a letter to a small list fel/ing of that fact soon disposed of the remainder. "I can prove that getting quick decisions on important policies by Long Distance le the most eeonom- leal in the long rem." THE McKILLOP MUTUAL NUE INSURANCE CO'Y. HEAD OFFICE—SEAFORTH, ONT. OFFICERS: J. Connolly, Goderlch - - President Jas. Evans, Beechwood, vice-president D. F. McGregor, Seaforth, Sec.-Treas. AGENTS: Alex. Voeitch, R. R. No. 1, Clinton; W. E. Hbschley, Seaforth; John Mur- ray, Egmondville; J. W. Yeo, Godes rich; R: G. Jarmuth, Brodhagen. DIRECTORS: William Rinn, No, 2, Seaforth; Johti Bennewies, Brodbagen; James Evans, Beechwood• M. McEwen, Clin- ton; James Connolly, Godericb; Alex. Broadfoot, No. 8 Seaforth; J. G. Grieve, No. 4, Walton; Robert Ferris, Harlock; George •McCartney, No. 8, Seaforth; Murray Gibson, Brncefleld. couldn't have put her into your bed I suppose." "Not very handily, Mr. Smart," he said in an injured voice. "One of her sons occupied my bed. Of course it was all right, because I didn't in- tend to go to bed, as it happened. The older son went upstairs with the Countess. She gave up her bed to him and then she and I sat up all night in the study waiting for a telephone message from you. The younger son explained a good many things to us that his mother absolutely refused to discuss, she was so mad when she got here. It seems she took it into her head at the last minute to char- ter a special train, but forgot to not- ify us of the switch in the plans. She travelled by the regular train from Paris to some place along the line, where she got out and waited for the special which was following along behind, straight through from Paris, too. A woeful waste of money, it seemed to me. Her idea was to throw a couple of plain -clothes men off the track, and, by George, sir, she suc- ceeded. They thought she was chang- ing from a train to. some place in Switzerland, and went off to watch the other station. Then she sneaked a- oard the special, which was chart- ered clear through to Vienna. See how clever she is? If they followed on the next train, or telegraphed it would naturally be to Vienna. She got off at this place and—well, we have her with us, sir, as snug as a bug in a rug." "W'hat is she like, Fred ?"I inquir- ed. I confess that I hung on his re- ply. I have never seen a wet hen, but I should say, on a guess, that she's a good bit like one. Perhaps when she's thoroughly dried out she may not be so bad, but—" He drew a long, deep breath. "But, upon my word of honour, she was the limit last night. Of course one couldn't expect her to be exactly gracious with her hair plastered over her face and her hat spoiled and her clothes soak- ed, but there was really no excuse for some of the things she said to me. I shall overlook them for your sake and for the 'Countess's." He was painfully red in the face. "The conditions, Fred," I said, "were scarcely conducive tel polite persiflage." "But, hang it all, I was as wet as she was," he exploded, so violently that I knew his soul must have been tried to the utmost. "We must try to make the best of it," 1 said. 'It will not be for long." The thought of it somehow sent my heart back to its lowest level. He was glum and silent for a few minutes. Then he said, as if "the thought had been on his mind for some hours; "She isn't a day over forty-five. It doesn't seem possible, with a six-foot son twenty-six years old." Grimly I explained. "They marry quite young when it's for money, Fred." I suppose that's it," he sighed. "I fancy she's handsome, too, when she hasn't been rained upon." We were half way up the slope when he announced nervously that all of my dry clothing was in the closet off my bedroom and could not be got at under any circumstance. "But," he said, "1 have laid out my best frock coat and trousers for you, and a complete change of linen. You are quite welcome to anything I possess, Mr. Smart. I think if you take a couple of rolls at the bottom of the trousers, they'll he presentable. The coat may be a little long for you, but moigsY 0 '0 0 O •o O ng , we r lt wn a r to 8 e e g By S..er O GEORE BAR Mc�TCUEON O Dodd, 1 Mead ds Consps y 000004'4>0.-0 O (Conrttnaed tram gut arid.) "To.- make the story short, The TRW, end her eons were over Alban with absiolutely'no mecum of crossi the river. There were no boatmen the ferry had stopped, and they w huddled under" the eaves of the whorf building, Everything was closed and locked -rip for the night. The nigh watchman and a policeman lit the pi lamps for them, but that's as far ae they'd go. It took two trips over to fetch the whole party across, Rain ing pitchforks all the time, you un derstand. Mrs. Titus was foamin at the mouth because you don't o a yacht or at least a launch with canopy top, or a limousine' body, o something of the sort. • didn't have much of a chance converse with her. The Counter tried to get her upstairs in the eas wing but he wouldn't climb anothe step. I forgot to mention that th windlass was out of order and she had to climb the hill in mud si inches deep. The Sohmicks carried her the last half of the distance. She insisted on sleeping in the hall or th atudy,—anywhere but upstairs. I as sumed the responsibility of puttin her in your bed, sir. It was either that or—" I broke in sarcastically; "You WANTED NOW RELIABLE SALES AGENT for this district to lei aur Fruit. Ornamental Trees, Flowering shrubs, etc. Good Pay. Exclusive Territory. This agency is valuable --our stock is the highest grade --all grown in our own nurseries, and the list of varieties the very best. Prompt and satisfactory deliveries guaranteed. EuabSehed 40 Teem 600 Amex Per paorkelars tura, PELHAM NURSERY CO. Tomato, Ont. Itt hilts aved 4ii$c 'eAtlot et hope that ''the Uoun tete! al� #e eolurtyard to. welcome ine, ha I woedieeppoit►tcd,,• Old Qretel met me and Wept°; oven- pte„as„..if I was not already Suilleientr y moist. The chef came running Out to any that breakfast woold be :ready for me when I desired 'ed "it ' Blatchford felt of my coat Sleeve and bold me that I orae quite wet;hawker had two large, steaming todies wait- ing for us in the vestibule, appar- ently fearing that we could get no farther without the aid of a stimu- lant. But there was no sign of a single Titus. Later I ventured forth in Poopen- dyke's best euit of clothes—the one he uses when he passes the plate on Sundays in far -away Yonkers. It smelled of moth -balls, but it was gloriously dry, so why carp! We sneaked down the corridor past my own bedroom door and stole into the study. Just inside the door, I stopped in amazement. The Countess was sound asleep in my big armchair, a forlorn but lovely thing in a pink peignoir. Her rumpled brown hair nestled in the angle of the chair; her hands drooped !listlessly at her sides; dark lashes lay upon the soft white cheeks; her lips were parted ever so slightly, and her bosom rose and fell in the long swell of perfect repose. Poopendyke clutched me by the arm and drew me toward the door, or I might have stood there trans- fixed for heaven knows how long. "She's asleep,” he whispered. It was the second time in twelve hours that some one had intimated that I was blind. CHAPTER XVI I Indulged In Plain Language. The door creaked villainously. The gaunt, ecclesiastical tails of my bor- rowed frock coat were on the verge of being safely outside with me when she cried out. Whereupon I swiftly transposed myself, and stuck my head through the half -open door. "Oh, it's you!" she cried, in a quavery voice. She was leaning for- ward in the chair, her eyes wide open and eager. I advanced into the room. A look of doubt sprang into her face. She stared for a moment and then rather piteously rubbed her eyes. "Yes, it is I," said I, spreading my arms in such a way that my hands emerged from the confines of Poop- endyke's sleeves. (Upon my word, I had no idea that he was so much longer than II) "It is still 1, Count- ess, despite •the shrinkage." "The shrinkage?" she murmured, slowly sliding out of the chair. As she unbent her cramped leg, she made a little grimace of pain, but smiled as she limped toward me, her hand extended. "Yes, I always shrink when I get wet," I explained, restoring to face- tiousness. Then I bent over her hand and kissed it. As I neglected to release it at once, the cuff of Poopendyke's best coat slid down over our two hands, completely enveloping them. It was too much for me to stand. I squeezed her hand with painful fer- vour, and then released it in trepida- tion. "Poopendyke goes to church in it," I said vaguely, leaving her to guess what it was that Poopendyke went to church in, or, perhaps, knowing what I meant, how I happened to be in it for the time being. "You've been crying!" Her eyes were red and suspiciously moist. As she met my concerned gaze, a wavering, whimsical smile crept in- to her face. It has been a disgustingly wet night," she said. "Oh, you don't know how happy I am to see you standing here once more, safe and sound, and—and amiable. I expect- ed you to glower and growl and—" "On a bright, glorious,, sunshiny morning like this?" I cried, "Never! I prefer to be graciously refulgent. Our troubles are behind us." "How good you are," After a moment's careful scrutiny of my face "I can see the traces of very black thoughts, Mr. Smart,—and recent ones.'" "They were black until I same in- to this room," I confessed. "Now they are rose -tinted." She bent her slender body a little toward me and the red seemed to leap back into her lips as if propelled by magic. Resolutely I put my awk- ward, ungainly arms behind my back and straightened my figure. I was curiously impressed by the discovery that I was very, very tall and she very much smaller than my memory recorded. Of course, I had no means of knowing that she was in bedroom slippers and not in the customary high -heeled boots that gave her an inch and a half of false stature. "Your mother is here," I remark- ed hurriedly. She glanced toward my bedroom door. "Oh, what a night!" she sighed. "I did all that I could to keep her out of your bed. It was uaelese. I did cry, Mr. Smart. I know you must hate all of us." I laughed. -'Love thy neighbor as thyself,' " I quoted. "You are my neighbor, Countess; don't forget that. And it so happens that your mother is also my neighbor at present, and your brothers too. Have (you any cousins and aunts?" "1 can't understand how any one can be so good-natured !s you," she sighed. The crown of her head was on a level with my shoulder. Her eyes were lowered; a faint line of distress grew between them. For a minute I stared down at the brown crest of her head, an almos ungovernable impulse pounding a ay at my sense of discretion. I do ake credit unto myself for being s ong enough to resist. that opportunity to make an everlasting idiot of myself. I knew, even then, that if similar attack ever came upon mel again I should not he able to withstand it. It was too much to expect of mortal man. 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Then she turned swiftly away from me, and glided over to the big arm- chair, from the depths of which she fished a small velvet bag. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled at me. "Please look the other way," she said. Without waiting for me to do so, she took out a little gold box, a powder puff, and a stack of liprouge. Crossing to the small Florentine mor- rir that bung near my desk, she proceeded, before my startled eyes, to repair the slight—arid to me un- noticeable—damage that had been done to her complexion before the sun came up. Woman works in a mysterious way my friend, her wonders to perform," she paraphrased calmly. "No matter how transcendently beautiful woman may/be, she always does that sort of thing to herself, I take it," said I. "She does," said the' Countess with conviction. She surveyed herself critically. "There! And now I am ready to accept an invitation to breakfast. I am disgustingly hun- gr"And so am I!" I cried with en- thusiasm. "Hurray! You Shall eat Poopendyke's breakfast, just to pen- alise him for failing in his duties as host during my unavdlidahle—" "Quite impossible," •§he said. "He has already eaten it." "He has?" "At half -past six, I, believe. He announced at that ungodly hour that if he couldn't have his coffee the first thing in the morning he would be in for a headache all day. He suggest- ed that I take a little nap and have breakfast with you—if you succeed- ed in surviving the- night." "Oh, I see," said I slowly. "He knew all the time that you were nap- ping in that chair, eh?" "You shall not scold him!" "I shall do even worse than that. I shall pension him for life." She appeared thoughtful. A little frown of annoyance clouded her brow. "He promised faithfully to arouse me the instant you were sighted on the opposite side of the river. I made him stand in the window with a field glass. No, on second thought, I shall scold ht,e. If he had come to the door and shouted, you wouldn't have caught me in this odious dress- ing -gown. Helene—" 7t is most fascinating," I cried. "Adorable! I love flimsy, pink things. They're so intimate. And Poopendyke knows it, bless his in- genuous old soul." I surprised a queer little gleans of inquiry in her eyes. It flickered for a second and died out. "Do you really consider him an ingenuous old soul?" she asked. And I thought there was something ra- tller metallic in her voice. I might have replied with intelligence if she had given me a chance,' but for some reason she chose to drop the subject. "You must be famished, and I am dying to hear about your experiences. You must not omit a single detail. I—„ There came a gentle dihcreet knock- ing on the half -open door. I started, somewhat guiltily. "Come!" Blatchford poked his irreproach- able visage through the aperture and then gravely swung the door wide open. "Breakfast is served, sir,—your ladyship. I beg pardon." I haveseen him a never stand so faultlessly rigid. As we passed him on the way out a mean desire came over me to tread on his toes, just as an experiment. I wondered if he would change eepression." But some- how I felt that he would say "Thank you, sir," and there would be no sat- isfaotion in knowing that he had all I A ?,o lY de4+it�Iill i lp $ llISItt-e tl,lbwtad;.' i 't beJf t ono o cloak 1 wa calved D ns. Title! in' My WR study, Tice Countess cauls fagm her eerie abodfJ to : oiUielate et the ceremonious function -4f it ;ssriay be so styled—and I wee agreeably Surprised to find mY "flew gueet in e mast amiable frame of nlirld. Rkue;; She looked me over with whet seem• ed to me an unnecessarily and per- fect frank stare of euriosity, bort on sober reflection, I did not hold it a- gainst her. I was still draped' in Poopendyke's garments. , At firat sight I suppose she couldn't quite help putting me down as one of those literary freaks who typify in- tellect without intelligence. As for her two sons they made no effort to disguise their amaze- ment. (I have a shocking notion that the vowel u Might be substituted for the a in that word without loss of integrity!) The .elder of the two young men, Colingraft Titus, who being in the business with his father in New York was permitted to travel most of the time so that ,he couldn't interfere with it, was taller than I, and an ex- tremely handsome chap to boot. Ile was twenty-six. The younger, Jas- per, Jr., was nineteen, short and slight of build, with the merriest eyes I've ever seen. I didn't in the least grind the grin he bestowed upon me -and preserved with staunch fidel- ity throughout the whole interview,— but I resented the supercilious, lord- ly scorn of his elder brother. Jasper, I learned, was enduring a rotracted.leave of absence front m Yale; the hiatus between his fresh- man and sophomore years already', covered a period of sixteen months, and he had a tutor who appreciated the buttery side of his crust. Mrs. Titus, after thanking me warmly—and I think sincerely—for all that I had done for Aline, apolo- gized in a perfunctory sort of way for having kept me out of my bed all night, and hoped that I wouldn't catch cold or have an ,attack of rheumatism. I sonn awoke to the fact that she was in the habit of centralising at- tention. The ueually volatile Coun- tess became subdued and repressed in her presence; the big son and the little one were respectfully quies- cent; I confess to a certain embar- rassment myself. She was a handsome womap, with a young figure, a good complexion, clear eyes, wavy brown hair, and a rich, low voice perfectly modulated. No doubt she was nearing fifty but thirty-five would have been your guess, provided you were a bachelor. A bachelor learns` something about women every day of his life, but not so much that he cannot be surprised the day after. I endeavoured to set her mind at rest by politely reminding her that 1 couldn't have slept in the bed any way, having been out all night, and she sm!lin 11} assured me that it was a relief to find a literary man who wasnthings.'forever saying flat stupid t I took them over the castle—that is, a part of the castle. Mrs. Titus wouldn't climb stairs. She confessed to banting, but drew the line at any- thing more exhausting. I fear I was too palpably relieved when she de- clined to go higher than the second story. "It isn't necessary, Mr. Smart," she said sweetly, "to go into the history of the wretched Rothhoefens, as a Cook's interpreter might do. You see, I know the castle quite Well— and I have had all the late news from my daughter." "Of course!" I agreed. "Stupid of me not to remember that you are de- scended from—" Mother isn't half as stuck up a- bout it as you might think. Mr. Smart interrupted Jasper, Jr., glibly." "She prefers to let people think her ances- tors were Dutch instead of merely German. Dutch ancestors are the proper thing in Jew York." "Jappie," said his mother severely, "how often must I caution you not to speak of New York as Jew York? Some day you will say it to a Jew. One can't be too careful. Heaven alone knows when one is in the pres- ence of a Jew in these days." "Oh, I'm not Hebraic," said I quick- ly. "My ancestors were Dutch. They came over with the original akin grafters." She looked puzzled for a moment. The Countess laughed. Then Jasper saw the point. Colitigraft was the last to see it, and then it was too late for him to smile. We had tea in the loggia and I dined with the family in the Count- ess's apartment at eight that night. I think Mrs. Titus was rather favor- ably impressed when she beheld me in my own raiment.smooth- ed Britton had smo th- ed out my evening clothes until they almost shone, and I managed to carry myself with unusual buoyancy. Everything went very well that evening. We were all in fine humour and the dinner was an excellent one, I perpetrated but one unhappy blund- er. I asked Mrs. Titus if she knew the Riley-Werkheimers and the Rock- sworths In New York. "Visually," she said succinctly, and l made haste to change the subject. The Counters looked• amused, and Colingraft said something about it being more than likely. that we did not have any mutual acquaintances in New York. His sister came to my rescue with a very amusing and ex- aggerated account of my experience with the Riley-Werkheimers and I Rockawerths. Jasper was enthusias- tic. Something told me that I was going to like him. My real troubles began the next day—and at the rather unseemly hour of eight o'clock in the morning. Col- ingraft came down the hall in a hath- gown and slippers, hanged nn my led room door, and wanted to know why the devil he couldn't have hot water for his hath. He was boo full-blooded and all that sort of thing, he said, to tr• a. in paicka .g` take a cold plunge. Moreover, he wasn't used to taking his tub' in a tin -cup. (That was his sarcastic way of referring to my portable, handy bath -tub). I asked him why he didn't ring for Britton, and he said he did but that Britton was assisting Jasper in a wild chase for a bat which had got into the lad's room during the night "Thank your lucky stars it didn't get into Mother's room," he said surl- ily. I silently thanked them. He made such a row about his tub that I had to give him the pail of hot water Britton had placed in my bedroom, preparatory to my own bath. At breakfast Jasper complained a- bout the bats. He couldn't for the life of him see why I didn't have screene in the windows. Later on Mrs. Titus, who had cof- fee and toast in her room, joined us in the loggia and announced that the coffee was stone cold. Moreover, she did not like the guest chamber into which she had been moved by order of the Countess. It was too huge for a bed chamber, and the iron window shutters creaked all night tong. "But don't you love the view you have of the Danube?" I queried, ra- ther mournfully. "I don't sit in the window all night, Mr. Smart," she said tartly. I at once insisted on her resuming possession of my bedroom, and promptly had all of my things moved into the one she had occupied during the night. When the Countess heard of this arrangement she was most indignant, She got me off in a corner and cruelly informed me that I hadn't the vestige of a backbone. She must have said something to her mother, too, for when evening came around I had to move back into my own room, Mrs. Titus sweetly assur- ing me that under no consideration would she consent to impose upon my good nature and hospitality to such an extent, etc., etc. During the day, at odd times, Col- ingraft made lofty suggestions in regard to what could be done with the place to make it more or less in- habitable, and Jasper—who, by the way, I was beginning to fear I should not like after all,—said he'd just like to have a whack ab the thing him- self. First thing he'd do would be to turn some of those old, unused rooms into squash and racquet courts and he'd also put in a swimming -pool and a hot-water plant. Late in the afternoon, I stole far up into the eastern tower to visit my adorable friend Rosemary. We play- ed 'house together on the nursery floor and I soon got over my feeling of depression. But even in play I was made to realize that I was not the master of the house. She ruled me with the utmost despotism, but I didn't mind. She permitted me to sip honey from that cunning place in her little neck and managed to call me Unko. My heart grew warm and soft again under the spell of her. The Countesswatched us (it play from her seat by the window. She was strangely still and pensive. I had the feeling that a she was watch- ing me all the time, and that there was a shadow of anxiety in her love- ly eyes. She smiled at our pranks, and yet there was something sad in the smile. I was young again with Rosemary and full of glee. She took me out of myself. I forgot the three Tituses and with them many of my woes. Here was a cure for the blues: this gay little kiddie of the unspeakable Tarnowsy! I lay awake for hours that night, hut when I finally went' to sleep— and heaven knows I needed it!—it was with the soporific resolution to put my house rigidly in order the very next day. I would be polite a- bout it, hut very firm. The Titus family (omitting the Countess and Rosemary) was to be favored with an ultimatum from which there could;; be no appeal. John Bellamy Smart. had decided --.with Morpheussmooth- ing out the wrinkles of perplexity—, that he would be master in bis ower house. My high resolve flattended itself out a little after the sound sleep I had, and I make no doubt I should have wavered sadly in my putpose had not a crisis arisen to shape my courage for me in a rather emphatic way. Shortly after breakfast Mrs. Titus came downstairs very smartly gown- ed for the street. She announced that she was going into the town for an hour or two and asked" me to have one of the Schmicks ferry her across the river. There was a famous an- tique shop there—memory of other days—andshe wanted to browse a while in search of brasses and bronz- es. I looked at her, aghast. I recog- nized the crisis, but for a moment was unable to marshal my powers of resistance. Noting my conaffernatioa she camly assured me that there won4dn't be l -de- tection, as she was going to be heavily veiled and very cautions. "My dear Mrs. Titus," I murmur- ed in my dismay, "it isn't to be con- sidered. I am sure you won't per- sist in this when I tell you that Tarnowsy's agents are sure to see you and—" She laughed. "Tarnowsy's agents! Why should they be here?" "They seem to be everywhere." "I can assure you there is none within fifty miles of Schloss Roth- hoefen. Our men are in the city. Four of them preceded me. This morning I had Mr. Bangs telephone to the hotel where the chief opera- tive is staying—in the guise of an American tourist, and be does it very cleverly for an Englishman, too, —and he assures me that there is absolutely no danger. Even Mr. Bangs is satisfied." "I am forced to say that I am by no means satisfied that it is a safe or wise thing to do, Mrs. Titus," I said, with more firmness than I thought I possessed. She raised her delicate eyebrows in a most exasperating well-bred, admonitory way. I am quite sure, Mr. Smart, that Dillingham is a "perfectly trustworthy' detective, and— " "But why take the slightest risk?" "It is necessary for me to see Dillingham, that is the long and short of ft," she said coldly. "One can't discuss things over a telephone, you know. Mr. Bangs understands. And by the way, Mr. Smart, I have taken the liberty of calling up the central office of the telephone company tr ask if they can run an extension wire to my dressing -room. I hope you de not mind." (Continued next week.) 1 send for tree roes giving tau p80010. Glars of Tsarep- warid utor gp pprep. arationtor Emile and Fits—rima home treatment. Over 205eara' emett0. 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