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Show , a 'fJa THEJORDANJOURNAL,MIDVALE,UTAH NAMELESS RIVE • NANCE Kate Cathrew, "Cattle Kate." owner of the Sky Line ranch. on her way to M.cKane'a store at Cordova, eeem· lngl7 lllfurlated by the sight of a girl plowing In a Yalley below, places a rUI.e bullet near the horses' feet. The a-Ir! takes no notice. Kate goes on to town, where her presence brings on a fta-ht between McKane. the trader, and Sherltr Sely.'ood. SYNOPSIS. - CHAPTER 11-Continued -2HE're she left them In the bands of a boy of seventeen, very much after her own type, but who walked with a hopeless halt. and went on to the ~abln. ~ "Hello, Mammy," she said, smilingand - If she had been beautiful before she was exquisite when she smiled, for the red lips curled up at the cornE'rS and the blue eyes narrowed to drowsy slits of sweetness. But there was no an werlng smile on the gaunt face of the big woman who met her at the door with work-hardE'ned hands laid anxiously on her young shouhlers. "• Tance, girl,'' she said straightly. "I beard a shot this afternoon-! reckon It whistled some out there in th' field?" "It did,'' said Nance honestly, ''so ~lose It made Dan squat." In spite of her courage the woman paled a bit. '"My Lord A'mlghty !" she said dlstressedly, "I do wish your pappy bad stayed In Missouri ! I make no doubt he'd been livln' today-and I'd not be eating my heart out with longln' for him, sorrow over Bud, on' fear for you e,·ery time you're out of my sight. And th' land ain't worth lt." . But !'lance Alllson laid her hand over her mother's and turned In the doorway to look once again at the red and purple veils of dusk-haze falling down the mountain's face, to listen to the !long of Nameless river, hurrying down from t11e mysterious canyons of the Deep Heart hills, and a sort ot adoring awe Irradiated her feature!!. ''Worth It?" she repeated slowly. "1'\()--not papp's death-not Bud's lameness-but worth every lick of work I ever can do, worth every glorious hour I spend on It, worth every blufl I call, every sneak-thief enemy I defy-and some day It will be worth a mint ot gold when the cattle grow to herds. And In tlle menntlme It's-why, lllammy, It's the anteroom of heaven, the fringes of paradise, right here In Nameless valley. ThE> mother sighed. "You love It a lot, don't you?" she asked plaintively. "I think It's more than lo·.:e,'' said the big girl slowly as she rolled her faded sleeyes higher along her golden arms preparatory to washing at the well In the yard, "I thlnlc It's principle -a pro\'lng of myself-! think It's a front line In the battle of life-and I be!ieYe I'm a mighty fighter." "I know you are," !<aid the woman 1\'lth conviction, faintly tinged with pride, "but-there'll be few cattle left for herds If things go on the way they boYe gone. Perhaps there'll be neither herds nor herders-" " ~ut ht:>r daughter Interrupted. "There'll be a flght, at any rate," ~;he sold a!< she plunged her face. man fa Ilion, Into the basin flllt'd with water from the bucket which !=!he bat! lifted. hand OYer hand-"tbere'll be a fight to the finish when I start-and aome day I'm afraid I'll stnrt." She looked at her mother with a ahade of trouble on her frank face. "For two years," she aucled, "I've been turning the other cheek to my t>nemlt:>s. 1 hnven't passed that stage, yet. I'm still patient-but I feel stirrings." "God forhld !" said the older woman solemnly, "it sounds like feud!" "W!Il be," M~turned the girl shortly. "though I pray against It night nnrl day" T boy Bud r .... :ne up from the ata e along the path, and Nance stood w telling him. There was but one thing In Nameless valley that rould harden her sweet mouth, could break up the habitual calm of her eyes. This was brother, Bud. Whrn Rhe regarded him. as ~the dld now, ~Jere was always a flash of flame In hE'r fare, a wimple of an1,'11lsh passIng on JJer features, an explosion. as It werE', of some deep and surgln~ passion, covered ln. hidden, like molten la'l'a In some half-dead crater, Its dull surface cracking here and there with 8eams of awful light which drew together swiftly. Now for the moment the little play went on In her face. Then she smiled., for he was near. "Hello, kld." she solo, "how's ull ?" The hoy smiled hack and he wa!; like her aR two peas are like Poch other-the !'ame goldtn skin, the same mouth, the same blue eyes crinkling at the corners. But there the likeness endPd, for where Nance was a delight to the eye In her physical perfection, the boy hung lop~lded, his left 81JOulder droopID)t. !!Is left leg grotesquely bandied. hut the joy of I:fe was in him a~ It was In T.ance. desrlte hi!' misfortune. ''Whew i" he said, ''It's gettin' warm a-ready. Pretty near melted working in-'th garden today. Got thrt:>e bed!: ready. Earth works up fine as sand." "So It does in the field,'' said ~ance a11 she followed the mother Into the C!llbln, "It's like mold and ashes and all tbe good things of the land worked In locett•f'r. F.ach time I work It, lt ieeiWI wilder and sweeter-{)ld lady By VINGIE E. ROE CopYl'ltrht by the 'McCall Company WNU Sen•lce. earth sending out her alluring promIse." "Land sakes, girl," said 1\lrs. Allison, "where do you get such fancies!'' "Where do you supposE'?'' said Nance, "out of the earth herself. Sbe tell.s me a-many things here on Nameless-such as the value of patience, an' how to ):>e strong In adversity. I've never had the srhools, not since those long-back days In Missouri, but J'ye got my Bible and I've got the lund. And I've got the sky and the hills and the river, too. If a body <"nn't learn from them he's poor stufl Inside. Mighty poor." She tidied her hair before the tiny mirror thnt bung on the kitchen wall. a !'!mall mutter of passing her bonus O'l'er the shining moss, for the brnlds were smooth, almost as they had been when ..;he pinned thE>m there before !'lun-ur•. and rolling down her flleeves, snt down to the table where a simple menl was steaming. She bowed her head and .Mrs. Alllson, her lean fa<"o gaunt with shallows of fear and apprehension. folded her hard hands and asked the customary blessing of that bumble house. Humble It was In eYery particularof Its scant furnishings, of Its hare cleanliness which was Its only adornment, of the plain food on the scoured, clothless table. These folk who lived In It were bumble, too, If one judged only by their toll-scarred hands, their weary faces. But under the plain exterior there was something which set them apart, which defied the stamp of comttotmplace, which bid for the extraordinary. 'fhls was the dominant presence of purpose of the two younger fares, the spirit of patient courage whlrh shone naked from the twc lJalrs of blue eyes. The mother had less of lt. Sbe wus like a war-mother of oldwaiting always with a set mouth and eyes scanning the distances for trageuy. The living spirit of stubborn courage had come out of the heart and soul of John Allison, latter-day pioneer, who for two years bad slept ln a low, neat bed at the mountain's foot beyond the cahln, his end one ot the mysteries of the wild land he had loved. Ills wife had never ceased to fret for Its unraYeling, to know the how and whert'fore of his fall down nalnbow clll!-he, the mountaineer, the sure, the unchanclng. His daughter and son had accepted lt, laid it aside for the future to deal with, and taken up the "ork which he t1od dropped-the plow, the rope and the cattle brand. It was henvy work for young hands. young llralns. The ~rea t meaclow on the other side of ::"\omeless was rich in wild gra!ls, a pricele!'<~ po!:ses~lon. For five years It had produced abundant stacks to feed the cattle over, and the cutting and stnckln~ was work that tnxed the two to the Yery limit of endurance. And the corn land at the west-that, too, took labor !It for man's muscle~. But there were the hogs that run wild and made t=:uch quick fattening on the goldt>n grain In the early fall. It was the hogs that paid most of the year's debt at the trading store, providing the bare necessities of life, and l'\nnce could not give up that revenue, work or no work. Heaven knew, ~he nee•leu them this yenr more than ever-~inl'e the tire which hnd tlnre!l in a nig-ht the pre\'ious hn rre~t and taken nil three of thP stuck~ in the big meudow. Tlmt had been di:o;aster, Indeed. for it harl forcetl her to sell every head of lwr stock that she could at lowe!'<t rrices. leavin;; t,arely E"nou~h to get anothPr start. lii<"Kane had bought, hut he hatl drh·eo 'I hard bar~ain. This was unother !'Jlr1ng and hope stirred In h!'r, as It Is ever prone to do In the hen rt of yollfh. Tired as she was, the girl hmught forth fJ·om t11e ancient bureau In her own room beyond, a worn old P.lhle, nnd placing It beneath the lamp. sat her~elf down bl'slde the table to the study of that Great Book which waR her classic and her school. Mrs. Alii· son had retired Into the depth~ of the cabin; from the small room ndjolning. Nance could hear the regular hrPnthlng of Burl. weary from his labOrfl. For a long time she sat still. lwr hu111is lying cupped around the Book, her fore pensive with wearlnes!'<. her eyes fixed unwlnklng on the yellow flnme. Then she turued the thin pages with a reverent hand und at the honE>~sweeJ rhythms of the Psalms, stopped and be~:nn to n•ad. \\'lth Onvid she wanrlered afar Into fields of divine asphodel. wns soon lnst in n sea t•f spiritual 11raise and song. Her young head, haloed with a gold· en sprny in the light of the lump. \\>IS bent above the Bible, her lashes la.v like golden eln:IE.'s Rparkllng on her cheel;~. hPr lips were "''·eetly molded tit thE> words she unconsciously formed as she read. lo'or a long time she pored o\·er the ancient trPusnre or tt•e Scriptures. and In all truth she was lnnocE>nt enough. lon:ly E'nough to have stirred u hPart of stone. It was '1\'ann with the breath of ~pring outside. Winrlow and door ~toud open and no brPE>ze stlrretl the chet~IJ white curtain at the sill. Pence was there In the lone homestead by the river, the se,.urlty that comes with knowledge that nil Is 1ooke1l to faithfully. Nance knew that two huge padlocks on the stout log ba.n that housed the horses and the two milk cows, wer• duly fastened, tor their keys hung on tl.e wall hesld~ the tO\\ el-roller. She knew th11t the well board wns down, that the box was filled with wood for the early br!'ukfast fire. "'In Thee, oh, Lord. do I pnt my trust,'" she read In silence. " 'Let m:! never be ashamed, deliver me In Thy rlghteousneS'S-'" She laid her temrles In her palm~. her elhows on the tnble, and hE'r blue eyes followed the printed 11~.11 wHh a rapt delight. Sudd<'nly she sat upright. alert, her face lifted Uke thnt .of a startled creature of the wild. She had heard no sound. There bad been no tremor of the earth to betrny a step outside, and yet she felt a presen~e. She did not look toward the openIng!', but stn1·ed at the wall before her with Its rows of sheh-es behind their sneened doors where her mother kept her Fcoured pans. And then. suddenly. thPrE.' came a thin, keen "·hine, a little cl!•ar whiRtle, and a knife stood quivering between h<'r dropped hands, Its point lrnhe<lrled dee11 In the leaves of the old BiblE'. For a moment she ~at so. "hlle a flu~h of anger poured up along her throat to flare to the roots of l1er handed hair. With no uncertain band she jerked the blade from the profound pages, leaped to her feet, ~:matched a stub of pencil from a broken mug on a shelf, tore a fly-leaf from the precious Book, and, bending In the light, wrote something on it. She folded the bit of paper, thrust the knife point through lt and, turning swiftly, flung them viciously through the window where the thin curtain had been parted. She stood so, facing the window defiantly, scorning to blow out the llght. Then she dropped hE.'r eyes to the desecrated Word and they were flamIng-and this Is what she had written on the fiy-lpaf: "The Lord Is the strength of my life -{)f whom shall I be afraid? Though For a Moment She Sat So, While a Flus11 of Anger Poured Up Along Her Throat to Flare to the Roots of Her Hair. an host shnll encamp against me, m~· ht:>art shull not fear." Yery ueliLerately she closed the dnor anti window, turneu locks on lloth. picked up her lamp and Billie and went h1to hE.'r own room beyonll. :Sf'rPnl' In the abi•Jing faith of tho~e dh·inP wort!::; she soon for~ot the world and ~~~~r:~th:~~ o:.e~~~~- aull care, or., veiled At daybreak she opened the windo\\ untl scunnetl the ground outside. TherP was no thin·blallr>u lmife In si;.:ht, no folded bit of raper witll its holy de fiance. The whole thing ml;;ht ha\'!' be(ln u dream. ' CHAPTER Ill The I ron Hand of Sky Line. Kate Cat.hrew-Cattle Kute Cathre'' -l!ved like an ea:;le, on the cn·~t of the wol'ltl lookln;; down. She looked down ulon;; the steep slnpes t•f ~!y!; tery rid;;e. da•·k with tile e\·erla~tinl! green or c-onifers, speckled with the lighter gret:>n of g!ude nnd hru~h putch tile weatl>t>red red of l>ull-ropping 1Stonl' -f.tr down to tht> l'ih·er rllrt>ad of Numeless river llowiug betwf.'t'n Its gm~s-clad banks, the ruir !'pread or the valley with its pr\ct>le~s reelliug land. The huildin~s of ~ky Line ranl'h lay nestled nt the foot of Rainhow tlllf. compal't, solid, like 11 fortress. rea•·he1l only by <"little trails. for tht>re "as no wagon road. '!'here <"ould ha\"E' bePn noue on thes!' fol'hilldlng stet•p~. The huilclln!,'S themseln•s were hullt of logs, hut all thnt wa!l "'ithin them had come inro the lon!'Rnmp r·otmtr.v on paek-mules. even to tile hig stPel rangE.' in the kiteheu. The hc>Uie ltst>lf \\'as an amazing place. parked with all neces· slli<'S, !Jeaullful with luxuries. its !'On· tents worth a fortune. lt hnrl mn:,y rooms and u hroad veranlla drl'lt:>cl lt. l'lne tr!'es stoo<l In rank~ nhout It, and out of the !';heer face of Hnlnbow l'lit'l' at the bac-k <t :::lx-lnch stream of cr~·s· tal water shot forth In a gr:weful arc from the ht:>i"ht of n man's ~houlder, to fnll into a natural basin in the solid rock hy its ew" c•Jaseless action. And !otretrh!n~ out like wldesprt>:HI wings on either side this majestic clil! ran crowning the rlrlge for S!'VE·n miles, a splendid escarpment. ~<tralght UJ>and·down, avera&!nc two hundred feet from Its bnse In the ttlanting earth to the sharp line or ita rim-rock. HainlJO\V eliff, grim guardian or tile Upper Country ami the Dt>ep Heart hills tJ:emsl•lve;-;, supposell to be impaf'sallle In 1111 its leugth, dnrk In the Parly 1lay lJut gleaming afar with all the colo1·s of tile !'peetruru "hen the sun rlropped '"'er tnwnrd the west at noon. No man was ttYE>r known to have sraled the clifT-~ave anll except John Allison. fouull de11d at Its foot two years hnck-for the giant spine was alike on both !=!ides. !lien from the Up· per Country had penetrated the Deep Ht'art to lti< northern bnse. but there they bnd stopped. to circle Its distant ends, void of the secrets they bad hore.d to wre. t from lt. And Kate Cothrew IIYed under lt. a Etrange, haJf-1Sybar!tlc woman, runni.nc her <'attle on the slopes of Mystery, riding after them likt' any man, standIng In at round-up. branding, ~eel-gath ering, her keen eytts missing nothing, her methods high-handed. Her rider~ obe~·ed her lightest word, though they were mostly of a t~·J•e that few men would care to handle, hard-featured, close-lipped, 8l111rp-esed, hard riders and hard drinkers. a~; all the world of the Deep Hearts knew. Yet r~nte Cuthrew handled these men and got gooll work out o! them, and she belon!Wd to none of them. Not hut what there were hot hearts in the outfit and bands thnt Itched for her. IIJIS th11t wet them~elves hungrily when !;hE> passt>d rl<l~e In her supreme lndln'erE.'nre. But Hlo Chnrley carried a bnllet-scar In hl.s right shoulder, und Big Basford walked with a slight limp--yet they both remained with her. There w:.s no other white woman at Sky Line. She would hllve none. l\lin· nle Pine, a stalwart young Pomo haltbreed, and old Josefa, brown as parchment and noncommittal, carried on the housework under her supervision, and no one else w11s needed. At noon of the day after Kate's visit to the store at Cordo\'a, she sat In the big HYing room at Sky Line looking over accountll An obsener havl~ seen her on the previous occasion, WOUld hardly haYe recognized her nOW. Gone were the hroad hat, the pearl-buttoned shirt, the fringed riding aklrt and the boots. The black hair was piled high on her hE'11d, Its smooth backward sweep crinkled by the tight curl that would not be brushed out. There was fra· grance about her, and the dress she wore was of dark blue flowered silk, Its clever draping setting ofl her form to Its best advantage, which needed no advantage. Silk stockings smoothed themselves loYlngly over her slender ankles, and soft kid slippers, all vanity of cut and make and sparklln& buckle, clothed her feet In beauty. She was either a l:>ol or very brave, for she was the Jiving spirit of seduction. But the somber eyes she turned up from her work to scan the rider who cam'! to her, his hat In his hands, were all busines!!, Impersonal. "Well?" she !'aid Impatiently. The man was young, scarce more than a boy, of a devil-may-care type, and be lool;ed nt her fearles~ly. "Here's !'<omethlng for you, floRs," he !'aid grinning, as he banded her a soiled bit of paper. It was thin, ~:ellowed with age, and It ~eemed to IH\\·e been roug!:ly handled. The mlstr<'~S of Sky Line S]Jread It out before her on the top of the darlt wood deRk. "Tile Lord Is the strength of my !if!'," she read, "of "·hom shall I be afr:1irl? Though an host shall E>ncnmp a~:ainst me. my heart shall not f!'ar." It WllS unsi;med and the chara<"terfl, while hurril'rlly scrawled, were made by bold strokeR, as If a strong hrart had, ind!'ed, in~pired them, a strong hnnrl pennerl them. '\'lth a fnll-mouthed oath Kat!' Cnth· rew crumplt•d thl' hit of paper In her hand !Kid tlung it In the waste-bnRket againi<t the w:!ll. '·Bow dill you l!'et thnt 1" she derun nded. "On the point of the knife you ~E>nt th' girl," tJe un~wered !<fJberly, "an' r!(iht nE>ar the middle of my stomach."' If You Need a Medicine I I You Should Have the Bast: 'There's little pleasure Have you eYer stopped to reason why I it is that so many products that are exI 1' tensively advertised, all at once drop out of sight and are soon forgotten? The reason i8 plain-the article did not fulfill the promises of the manufacturer. This applies more particularly to a medicine. A medicinal preparation that bas real curative nlue almost sells itself, as like I an endlees chain pYstem the remedy is recommended by tho!'e who have been benefited, to those who are In need of it. A prominent druggist says: "Take for example Dr. Kilmer's Swamp-Root, a preparation I ha'l'e wid for many years and neYer hesitate to recommend, for in 1 almost every case it 11hows excellent reeulte, as many oi my clll'tomen te~tify. No other kidney remedy baa 80 larie a sale." According to BWorn statements and \'el'ified testimony of thousands who have used the preparation, the success of Dr. Kilmer'! Swamp-Root ia due to the fact, w many people claim, that it fulfills almost every wish in overcoming kidney, liver and bladder ailments, corrects urinary troubles and neutralizes the uric acid which cau•es rheumati•m. You may recei'l'e a sample bottle of Swamp-Root by Pareel Post. Address Dr. Kilmer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y., and incloee ten cmts; also mention this paper. Large and medium size bottle' for sale at all drug stores. "Beauty Ia only skin deep." That's true of the rooms in many a home where unsanitary wall coverings hide '-lnnoticed dust and dirt. For real beauty TOU muft have aboolute ckanlliW.t. And rlaht then to thereuon whT to m&nTwomen are turn1n1to KINO WALL FINISH for.J>tactlcally all Interior finllhlns. Thla unuoual wall linllh Ia caq to awly, even by one without experknc:e. The coot Ia le11 than $1.00 a room for roorn of avenp olze. And bett of all KINO WALL FINISH Ia the 1aot word In ck.oz,.Jinao and uml<dtioft. Applied dlrectiT to the platter1 there'• no chance for hidden dirt- no t:haAce for iurJtlnJ acrma In craw« crevlceo. Low coot - eaoy to appi.J- the mooc attrac:dve color comblnatlona-and the lut word in oanltatlon. Thooe are the thl.np you let when you decorate with KINO WALL FINISH. lm't It worth lnv!ft!J!don f Write today (or name of nearcot dealer and FREB Coloc Chart, ohowint 19 beautiful colora to d>ooee lrom. ~~~~~~~:!~LEAD ec OIL CO. Iii Cblcqo,lll. Wall Fin sh q)istributor Salt Lake Glass & Paint Co. Salt Lake City, Utah Many British Medals Greut Brituln has i:ssut'tl mnn• than 14.000,000 meduls for H•t·vlre, tli~tin Probably Not l,'111l'hed action an;! hrl!Yel·y In connt>ctlon with the \\'(lr!JI war. In this tot:-~1 I "~lt·n were deceh·ers ever." "Maybe E-o. But the married men are Included IIICllals of every sort, don't fool anybody." hoth for artion In the field and for dis· tlngn!shed ~enict> of one klnrl or anotller outside of the zone of batllt:>. cut'Jcura for Pimply Faces. 'l'o remoYe pimples and blackheads smear them with Cutlcura Ointment. Wash off In flve minutes with Cuticura Soap and bot water. Once dear l;eep your skin dear by using them for dally toilet purposes. Don't fall to Include Cutkura Talcum. Advertisement. I Why, of Course Joe--What nationality ure telephone opera tors? Frank-Central Americans I I Proving It I "Ht>fore nwrriage I girl that I IO\"P<I I1Pr und that was ample." "And now?'' "I haYe to tell my her $50 worth aud I the fifty, by he<'k." U!-<t'd to tell my four worlds fnll wifE.' that I loYe have to produc·e MOTHER:- Fletcher's CasHe Said Much Ktndl~· Old nmt \\'ell, m~· little mnn, what would yt•ll like to he when you grow up? Little ~Iun-I"d Ill\!' to be a nice old gentlemnn like ~· ou, with nothin!(' to do but wull; ahout and ask quest!on;;.H~~·wond Adyertiser. toria is a pleasant, harmless Substitute for Castor Oil, Paregoric, Teething Drops and Soothing Syrups, especially prepared £01" Infants in anns and Children all ages. ~ To avoid imitations, always look for the signature of Proven directions ~ ~ package. Physicians everywhere recommend it. Her Nei~hbor's Advice . Helped Mrs. Frick MRS. ADA FRICK ..... RR:Y.IIUN.O. OHIO "YOU can be just as healthy, strong and happy as I am,' said one woman to her neighbor after listening to the description of her ailments,•if you will take Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. :M:y condition was very similar to yours, 1 suffered from those awful bearing down pains, weakness, backache, nervousness and headaches until I could hardly drag around. 'l'oday I am strong, well and happy because I followed the advice of a friend who had been greatly benefited by this old-fashioned root and herb medicine." tTO DJJ: CONTI:>:Vl!:D. ) . ( Chlnchonn, or cinchon11. Is the nnme ot the South Americau tree. tile burk I of which Jli'OUIH:es the n·ell·known drug 1 ellllt>d quinine. The virtues of the l>ark \\ere disco\ ered dJOUt 1535, un1l in JG:l;i a det·o<·tft>n mude of the bark cured or fe,·er tbe wife of the vlcero) ot Peru whose name was Cin· d10na. The hnrk was introduced Into France in 16-W, uud Is said to haYe curet! of fE'ver the da uphln, who later ' f.Jecame Kin" Louis XIV. The b11rk <·ame Into general use in 1G~U. and :Sir Hans Sloan introduced it into Englund ahout the year 1700. Tile ch!ndJona tn•e hns b~t:>n planted In India onll Cerl1•n nntl thrives there. Nearly fifty years ago Lydia E. Pinkham of Lynn, Jr!ass. prepared from medicinal roots and herbs Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. Its fame has spread from shore t.o shore. You will now :find in every community or neighborhood some woman who has been res!lored to health by its use, or has some friend who has. Therefore as.k your neighbor. Thousands of unsolicited testimonials such as the following are on file at the Pinkham Laboratory at Lynn, Mass., and prove the merit of this medicine. Therefore no woman should continue to suffer from such ailments. Mrs. Frick Tells of Her Experience Omo-"I took Lydia. E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound because I at:ffered with pains in my sides a.ll the time. I can't remember JUSt how long I aufl'ered but it was for some time. One dav I was talking with a. neighbor a.nd I told hl'r how I was feeling and she eaid she had been just like I wa.s with pains a.nd PEBRY!'BUBG, nervous troubles ancl s!Je took the V e~etable Compound and it helped her. So then I went and got some and I certainly recommend it for it is good. Whenever I see a woman who is ~ick I try to ~et h('r to take Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegeta.!Jle Colll· pound."-)lrs. AD.&. FrucE, R. No. 3, Perrysburg, Ohio. Bea ~ars' Trade Unit." rn l'h!IJd one of the most form!dnbl~ trnde unions Is that of the be~gars. Bt>;!J;in;{ in that co\intry Is a recognized profe:-~ion. nnll there is a propE-rly or· gnnlzed ;:uild of bt·g~ars In mosl dis t rkts. Earh ~uilfl has Its own t>re!'Jdent hl!d oflkPT~. and the memhers pny an nnnual suh~<"riptiHn equaling about ~·1.00 In our money. The officials of tile guilds wiE'Itl ~uch power that the1 enjoy the prott:>etion of the ilJOgistracy. So far there has been -:.o strike t::: the pnrt of the memf.JE.'rs of this union. whi<"h is uuoouotedly the quarntest orca.nlzatlou or Ita kind 1JI the wurld. moat - - - --- Now you've seen Cattle Kate and Nance AIIIGon. Which one Is most interesting? Source of Quinine in CJJeauty that's only #!'!Skin deep" Such letters Should induce others to try l 1 1 I 1 1 • |