When my brother was bad with his kidneys three years ago he saw an advertisement in a paper about these pills, and it said they were the proper thing, so he sent the money for a box, and he declares it is a good medicine.

Of course his trouble did not leave him at once, but he says that this did him good.

It comes from the States ..." Without word said they looked at the little gray pills rolling about on the bottom of the box ...

A remedy compounded by some man in a distant land famed for his wisdom ...

And they felt the awe of the savage for his broth of herbs simmered on a night of the full moon beneath the medicineman's incantations.
Maria asked doubtfully: "Is it certain that her trouble has only to do with the kidneys ?" "I thought it was just that, from what Tit'Be told me." A motion of Chapdelaine's hand eked out his words.--"She strained herself lifting a bag of flour, as she says; and now she has pains everywhere.