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synopsis.
Tho story openn nt Monte Carlo with
Col. Torenco O'ltourkc a military Una
lance and somotblns of a gambler, In Ms
liotcl. Ioanlng on the balcony ho seen a
beautiful tfrl who suddenly enters tho
elovator and pasBes from sight. At tlm
gaming table O'Rourko notices two men
watching him. Ono Is tho Hon. Hertlo
Glynn, whllo hll companion 1h Vlncount
Des Tretics, n. duelist. The viscount tells
him tho Kronch government has directed
Jilm to O'llourlcu as a mull who would
uiidrrtnko a secret mission. At his apart
ment. O'ltourkp, who hud agreed to un
dertalto tho mission, rinds a mysterious
lottor Tho viscount arrives, hands a
sealed packaffo to O'Hourko, who Is not
to opon It until on tho ocean. A pair of
dainty sllppors aro scon protruding from
under a doorway curtain. The Irishman
OndH tho ownor of the notorious feet to
6 his wife. Ueatrix, from wnom nu nu
un away a year previous. They are
-ecoiicllod, and oponlng tho letter ho finds
hat a Rangoon law firm offers him
100,000 pounds for a Jewel known an tho
Pool of Vlamo and left to hlrn by a dy
ing friend, but now In keeping of ono
flamed Chambret In Algeria. O Rourko
IworstH tho nobleman In n duel 'lho wife
Mds O'Rourko farewell and ho promises
to soon roturn with tho rowan. Ho ills-'
cover both aiynn nnd tho viscount on
hoard tho ship As he finds Chambret
Thoro Ih an attack by bandits and Ills
friend dies tolling O'Rourko that ho has
Soft thoU'ool of Klamo with the governor
taooeral, who at sight of a signet ring
fclven tho colonel will deliver over tho
Wol. Arriving at Algeria tho Irishman
llnds tho governor general away. Dps
TrebeH makes a myBtnrlous appointment,
t.nil lells O'Rourko that ho has gained
fcoHKPHHlon of tho Jowel by Rteallng it. In
a duel O'Rourko masters tho viscount,
ccurc!i po.TicsBlon of tho Tool of 1 lamo
nnd startH by .ship for Rangoon. Ho finds
'tho captain to be a smuggler who tries to
ntoal tho IpwoI. It Is finally secured by
Itho captain and O'Rourko escapes to
'land, with the aid of ono Danny and
his sweetheart, O'Rouiko recovers the
'Pool of I'liuno. On board ship onco morn,
bound for Rangoon, a mysterious lady
appears O'Rourko comes upon a lascar
.about to attack the lady, who Is a Mrs.
Prynne, and kicks tho man Into the hold.
'.Mrs. I'rynno claims alio Is on routo for
Indiana on a mission for tho king.
O'Rourko Is attacked by tho lascar, who
flecuroM tho Pool of Flume, tho cnptaln
,ts shot and tho lascar Jumps Into tho sea.
TIih nhlp arrives In port. Danny hands
O'Jlourko tho Pool of Kliuno which ho
Jhas Htolcn from Mrs. Prynne. It Is lho
roal Jowol, the ono lost at sea being a
(Counterfoil. O'Rourko goes to Calcutta
ind dlnonverr, Do Trchv disguised ho
mow known Uiflt Mrs. Prynne vas a,i no
tcomptlco. Finally ho gets to tho lawyor
who has offered tho reward, dellvors tho
jowol und gets tha money.
CHAPTER XXX. (Continued.) ,
Syphor had vory oxplicltly nnmod
IUh dlnnor hour, nf tor tho formal Eng
lish fashion, nowhero nml by nobody
linoro rigidly obsorvod than by tho
(Englishman In tho Orient; "eight for
eight-thirty," ho hnd Bald. And as
O'Rourko, a vory dignified and Impos
ing O'Rourko In hlB evening dress,
iwaltod for a sampan on tho lowor
grating of tho Poonah's passenger
gangplank ho had n round three-quarters
for an hour tor looway amplo leis
ure for an Interested Inspection of
that part of Rnngoon lying botwoon
tho lloatlng Jotty and Syphor's resi
dence In a suburb near Dalhouslo
Park.
Danny romalned nboard Bhlp only
. temporarily, bolng Instructed to follow
with O'Rourko's belongings to sultnblo
nccommodallons already cngagod at n
hotel on tho Strand, overlooking tho
roadstead; from whoso windows
O'Rourko was promising himself tho
ploafluro of watching tho arrival of
tho Hloamshlp bcnrlng his wlfo to his
nrms,
"IlloBH her dear face!" said ho soft
ly. "'Tin mesolf will bo desolated If
nbo'H not aboard thai Messngorles boat
duo tomorrow now that I can go
back to hor, n man of property, no
longer a pnupor uo'or-do-woll! Think
.of that, yo lucky dog!"
A sampan slid noiselessly In bestdo
Vho grating. O'Rourko let himself can
rtlaimly Into It and Incontinently col
UpHcxl upon tho roar seat ns tho bout
nlld away toward tho shore lights,
.yielding to tho vigorous swoops of tho
iplnglo long onr wielded by tho Bur
imiin In tho bows,
I ABhoro, a tlkkagliarry caught him
up nnd boro him down tho silent road
that winds botwoen tho Strand and
hc riyor'a edgo, thon whipped Into
Mogul Btreot, whero tho fluont tldo
of lifo ran broad nud (loop beneath u
Glaro of light.
All too quickly tho tlkkn whlskod
fut of tho mnlu channel of tho city's
life, out beyond tho Mohammedan
moumio and tho Chettl's hall nnd tno
Christian chapol, and Into tho sort,
detiKo night of tho countrysido a
World of darkness sparsely studded with
dim, glowing windows; nnd all too
4oon, again, It swung off from tho
highway Into a private drive, crunchod
ovct gravol and Htopped boforo tho
Illuminated veranda of a natlvo bun
galow. O'Rourko got down, discharged tho
llrlvor and ascended tho stops, a lltUo
puzzled to find no ono waiting to wel
come him. whether Syphor, Miss Pyn
flent, or at worst n servant. Surely
(10 was oxpoctod, , , . Rut nobody
nppoarod. Tho grating tiros of the
depart! ng tlkkagliarry had mndo nolso
enough to npprlso the household of
tho arrival of a guest, ono would think.
Nevertheless O'Rourko remnluod un
erected. He stroked his chin, porplcxod, wou-
dorlng if by mischance tho natlvo
driver had brought him to tho wrong
bungalow. Hut it was now too lato to
call him back and make sure And
this verandah, still and empty as it
was, softly lighted by lantorns depend
ent from Its roof, was to him a small
oasla In a world of darkness. With
out advlco he was lost, 'could find his
way no other whero. Ho would have
simply to wnlt until the house
hold enmo to life, or until by his own
efforts he succeeded in quickening It.
He tried to do this latter to tho
host of his ability by tapping a sum
mons on tho door-Jamb. Through the
wlro insect-screens n broad hallway
and n staircase rising to tno upper
floor wore visible Limp, cool-looking
rugs conceived in pleasing color
schemes protected tho hardwood floor
ing. To tho right a door stood ajar
and permitted a broad shaft of light
to oscaio from tho room boyond. On
tho other hand a similar door, like
wlso opon, showod n dimmer glow.
Two othor doors wore closed;
O'Rourko assumed that thoy lod to
the kitchen offices.
Having waited a few moments with
out event, tho Irishman knocked a sec
ond, tlmo, nnd would havo knocked a
third when ho thought bottor of it
and glanced at his watch. It was only
a inattor of ten minutes after eight;
Btrlctly Interpreting tho Intent of
Sypher'B invitation, ho , was n trlflo
early. Presumably tho servants were
nil out of earshot, preoccupied with
preparations for the meal; whllo
Syphor and his nloco were most prob
ably still dressing.
With an impatient air O'Rourko
tumod back to tho veranda. A ham
mock In ono corner was swinging Idly
in tho breeze. A number of wicker
nrmchalrs stood about, Invitingly fur
nished with cushions. O'Rourko se
lected ono and disposed himself to
wait. 1
Aftor flvo minutes ho trowued
thoughtfully and lit a clgarotto.
"Faith, 'tis n fine surpriso ho'a giv
en mo," ho (said, Irresolute "But It
can't bo premeditated Insult. Why
should It bo? And they can't all be
out. 'TIs sorry I nm I lot that driver
go; more than likely this will bo tho
wrong houso entirely. That must bo
tho trouble I'll Just go, quietly fold
up mo tent nnd docamp before tho In
habitants, If any thoro be, dlscovor
mo and run mo oft tho premises."
Rut aJL the head of tho steps, with
foot polsod to descend, something re
strained him; It would bo difficult to
say what, unlosa It wore tho unbroken,
stcndfnst, uncanny quiet. "I'll havo a
look," ho detormlncd suddenly; "por
haps . . ."
He turned to tho right and stopped
before n long, opon window, looking
lntowhnt seemed to bo a music room
and library comblnod. Brilliantly Il
luminated by hanging lampB of un
usual brilliancy, tho Interior was clear
ly rovealod. And with an abrupt ox
clnmatlon tho advonturor entered, feol
Ing for tho revolver, to carry which
had of lato bocomo habitual with him.
Tho room was simply furnished, It
tastefully. Thoro was ajgrand pluno
near tho veranda windows with a mu
sic rack and cabinet near by. Dls
porsod about tho floor wore a fow com
fortablo chairs, a rug of rare Orien
tal toxture, two consoles adorned with
valuablo porcolalns. In tho mlddlo of
tho room stood n draped center-tnblo
llttorod with books and magazines; to
ward tho back a long, flat-topped desk.
And ngalnst tho roar wall, ordinarily
hidden by a folding acreon of Japan
ese manufacture, now swept asldo,
was a small steel safe. Upon this
O'Rourko's attention was contorod.
He romarkod that It looked now and
vory strong; It was opon, disclosing
a variety of pigeonholes more or loss
occupied by dockoted documents, and
a smaller Intorlor strong-box.
Between tho desk and the safe a man
lay prone nnd qulto motlonloss. Ho
wns dressed for a coromonlous dinner,
and apparently had boon struck down
In the act of stopping from his desk
to tho safe. For beyond, all doubt ho
had boen murdered. Tho haft of a
knlfo protruded from his back, burled
to Its hilt just bonoath his left shout-dcr-blndo.
O'Rourko movod oyer to the body
ami lifted it by tho Bhouldora, turn
lug tho faco to tho light. Then, with
a low oath, ho dropped it.
A small sound, so alight ns to bo all
hut Indistinguishable, penetruted
O'Rourko's stupefaction. Ho stood
erect, looking about, tolling himself
that tho noise resembled as lutieu as
anything tho hushod cry of a child
sobbing in sleep, soft and lutluitoly
pathetic. Uunblo to assign its sourco
olBowhero, ho attributed It to tho
strlckon man at his feet; and In n des
perate hopo that tho pulse of llfo
might still llngor lu Syphor's body, ho
knolt, withdrew tho knlfo, turned tho
corpse upon Its back, und laid his oar
to Its breast, abovo tho heart.
youd dispute Sypher was dead.
"Poor dlvvle!" muttered tho Irish
man. . . . "Tho Pool of Flame!
CHAPTER XXXII.
For sovoral minutes O'Rourko re
mained bcsldo tho body, making two
notnblo discoveries. For ho was quick
to note the fact that ono of tho dead
man's bunds was tightly clenched,
whllo tho other lay half-opon and
limp. Tho former was closed upon n
leather thong so stout as to resist any
attompt to break It by main strength,
so firmly hold that tho murderer had
found It necessary to sever It with
a knlfo. Tho knlfo Itself was there,
for proof of this; tho sheen of light
upon Its mother-of-pearl handle caught
the Irishman's eye.
Picking It up, ho subjected it to a
closo examination that, however,
gleaned no Information. It was sim
ply a small pocket penknife, llttlo
worn, with blades of German steel. It
carried no Identifying marks and told
him but ono thing that tho assassin
had boon a European; a native would
never havo bothered with so Ineffec
tual a thing when a sturdy weapon,
serviceable allko for offense and de
fense, would havo served Its purposo
equally well.
From this ho turned to tho dagger
which he had taken from the body;
a stiletto with a plain ebony handle,
unmarked, unscratched, apparently
fresh from tho dealer's showcaso. It
meant nothing, save that It Indicated
Beyond All Doubt, He
still more strongly that tho murderer
wns most probably not a native. A
Grcok or an Italian, a Genoese sailor
or a natlvo of Southom Franco eny
a seafaring man out pf Marseilles
might havo carried It.
"Oho!" said O'Rourko, speculative.
"A Frenchman, mayhap!"
He got up, satisfied that ho would
learn nothing more by continuing his
search of tho solicitor's body. Tho
montal link betweou tho fact of tho
crlmo and Its porpotrator was Inevita
ble; O'Rourko bollovod Implicitly that
Syphor hnd beon murdered by Des
Trebes masquorndlng as "Do Hyores."
And ho could havo done hlmsolf an
Injury In tho impotent fury aroused by
realization that ho hnd permitted him
self to bo so childishly hoodwinked,
desplto the suspicions ho hnd outer
talnod of tho soldlsant "De Hyercs."
Ho felt hlmsolf responsible, stneo ho
had noglected to warn Syphor. It had
been on his tonguo's tip that after
noon, when Syphor hlmsolf hnd divert
od tho warning by his request that tho
O'Rourko could more comfortably spin
his yarn after thoy find dined,
"Poor dlvvlo!" said tho advonturor
again. Ho stooped to spread his
handkerchief over tho staring, pitiful
fade "And poor, poor young woman!"
Ho wns startled by tho thought of
her; for tho first tlmo It entored Into
his comprehension, until then bounded
by tho hard and fast fact of the mur
dor. Now Instantly his concern about
tho crime was resolved Into solicitude
for tho girl. What could have hap
pened to her? What had become of
the servants, whose sudden desertion
had left the house so slnlsterly quiot?
Swept on by a fervor of anxiety on
tho girl's behalf, O'Rourke, glanped
quickly about the study to assure him
self that ho had overlooked nothing of
Importance, then passed out Into tho
main hall or reception-room. Horo tho
most searching inspection revbaled
nothing amiss. He moved on to tho
other room on the main floor and
found himself in tho dining-room; hero
again all was in perfect order.
The kitchen offices In tho rear of
the house next rocelvcd his attention;
he found them completely untenanted,
having apparently beon abandoned In
desperate haste. Everything wns In
disorder; tho meal bo had been in
vited to partake of was cooking to cin
ders In pots and ovens; a heavy of
fense of burning food thickened tho
atmosphoro. Half-stifled, he left tho
place as quickly as possible, returnod
to the malh hall and ascended to tho
upper story.
Hero ho found thrco bed-chambers
and a bath. Ho first entered Sypher's,
thon tho room evidently occupied by
Miss Pynsent, finally what was un
questionably a guest-chamber, discov
ering nothing noteworthy until he
reached tho latter. And hero ho re-
Had Been Murdered.
eelved a shock. Thrown carelessly
across tho foot of the bed was a wom
an's evening wrap, whllo on the bureau
were gloves, long, white nnd fiosh, but
wrinkled from recent wear, and a silk
en veil. Plainly these wore tho prop
erty of the fourth guost, whoso place
had boen sot at the table bolow, but
of whose Identity ho had not beon ap
prised. Presumably, ho reflected, she
(whoever she was) had boen Intended
ns tho fulfillment of Syphor's hinted
surprise
A gu,ess formed vaguely in his bruin,
nnd suddenly curdled Into a suspicion.
He took tlie gloves In, his hand, ex
amining thorn for marks of Identifica
tion, but found nono. nut In ono cor
nor of tho vol! ho discovered an em
broidered initial the lotter n.
"Beatrix?" ho guessed huskily. "Is
It po&slulo? ... Ho promised mo
n surprise. . . . 'Twould havo boon
llko her to plan it, with him and 'tis
qulto possible she reached Rangoon
boforo I. . . . My wlfo! . . ."
Hastily ho returned to tho evening
wrap, a fascinating contrlvnnco of laco
and satin unquestionably tho last cry
of tho Parisian modo, such n wrap as
his wlfo might well havo worn. But
beyond Paquln'u labol stitched Inside
Its dainty pocket it boasted no dis
tinguishing mark.
Ho stumbled hurriedly from the
room and down the stairs, returning
to tho study whoro Sypher's body
lay; tortured by mounting fears, ho
stood and looked blankly about hlra,
at a loss whore next to turn, If almost
protornaturally alive to every sound
or sight that might afford him a clue
. . . Ho fought against a suspicion
that crawled llko a viper in his brain,
Had he, after all, been deceived In
Sypher's nlocc, Miss Pynsent? Had
that Innocent charm of hers been n
thing assumed, a cloak for criminal du
plicity? Had sho In reality beon Des
Trobcs' accomplice? Had those clear
and limpid oyes of youth, all through
that voyago been looking forward to
such a scene, to such a tragic ending
as this? Could sho havo afforded the
Frenchman tho aid ho needed to con
summate his chosen crime?
For ho was now ready to bolleve Des
Trebes tho prlmo mover In this terri
ble affair; he no longer entertained
a shred of doubt that his enemy had
traveled with him from Calcutta un
der the disguise of "Do Hyores." And
ho believed- tho man had plnnnod this
thing far ahead; else would ho havo
surely taken some overt step to pre
vent O'Rourko from delivering the
ruby to Syphcr. Ho divined acutoly
that, despairing of any further at
tempt to win tho jewol from him, Dos
Trebes had turned his wits to tho task
of stealing It from Sypher; somebody
naturally much less to bo feared than
tho adventurer.
But on tho other hand, If tho girl
had not been Des Trebes' assistant
what had become of her? And what
of her guest tho lady one of whoso
initials was B?
It was not Inconsistent with Des
Trobos' whole-hearted villainy that ho
should employ a gang of thugs suffi
ciently largo to overpower and make
away with bodily and in a body Miss
Pynsent, her guest and tho servants.
. . . "Great God!" cried O'Rourke.
"If It bo In truth my wife!"
Without presago a thin but impera
tive tintinnabulation broke upon the
sllonco of the houso of death. O'Rourke
jumped as If shot. Somewhere in one
of the other rooms a telephone bell
was ringing. It ceased, leaving a
strident stillness; but before he could
movo to find tho Instrument and an
swer tho call, there rose a second time
that moaning sob which first he had
attributed to an Impossible source,
then, in the turmoil of his thoughts,
had forgotten.
Ho waited, listening Intently. The
telephone called again and again sub
sided. Then a third tlmo ho heard the
groan, more faint than before, but suf
ficiently loud to suggest Its source.
Ho moved warily toward the windows
and out upon tho veranda hounded
by tho telephone But that would
havo to wait; here woo a more ur
gent matter to his hand. Between the
long, insistent rlngB the monnlng was
again audible; and this tlmo ho lo
cated It ncurately. It came from tho
lawn, near lho edge of the veranda.
IIo stopped off carefully, but almost
stumbled over tho body of a man who
lay there, huddled and moaning.
"And another!" whispered tho ad
venturer, awed, "Faith, this Pool or
Flame . . .!"
Ho was at onco completely horrified
and utterly dumbfounded. Nothing ho
had come upon, within tho bungalow
seemed to Indicate that there had been
anything In tho nature of a strugglo
prior to the assassination of Sypher.
He had up to this moment considered
it nothing but a cold-blooded and cow
ardly murder; the man had apparent
ly been struck down from behind In to
tal Ignoranco of his danger. Q'Rourke
had deduced that Sypher had risen
from tho desk to put the jowel In hla
safe; and that whllo ho was so en
gaged tho assassin, till then skulking
outside tho long windows and waiting
for a moment when his victim's back
should bo turned, had entered and
struck. . . But how could he recon
cile that hypothesis with this man who
lay weltering and at the point of death
nt tho veranda edge?
Indeed, ho could not do so. But
this victim, at least, was not yet dead;
if ho had strength to moan, ho might
yet be revived, at least temporarily.
Without delay, then, tho Irlshmnn
grasped the man beneath tho armpits,
and, lifting him bodily to the veranda,
dragged him Into tho library. Not un
til ho placed him in the middle of tho
floor, beneath the (blare of the lamp
light, did O'Rourko have an oppor
tunity to observo his features. But
now as he dropped to his knees besldo
tho body, his wondering cry testified
to Immediate recognition.
The latest name to be inscribed on
tho long and blood-stained death-roll
of tho Pool of Flame was that of Paul
Maurice Vlcomto des Trebes; or, If
there were llfo enough left in the
man to enable him to insist upon his
nom do guerro (the wnnderor reflected
grimly) Raoul de Hyores.
"What next?" wondered O'Rourke
"What can tho meaning of It all be
now?"
(TO RE CONTINUED.)
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A physician of Montpeller, France,
was In tho habit of employing a vory
Ingenious artifice. When ho camo to
a town whero he was not known, he
pretended to have lost his dog, and
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bent of drum, a reward of 25 louts to
whomsoever Bhould bring It to him
Tho crier took care to mention all tho
titles and academic honors of the doc
tor, ns well ns his place of residence
He soon becamo tho talk of tho town.
"Do you know," says ono, "that a fa
mous physician has como hero, a vory
clevor fellow? Ho must be vory rich,
for ho offers 25 louis for finding his
dog." Tho dog was not found, but 'pa
tients wore.
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It Seemed So.
"He's a man of parts."
"Bat aren't the Important ones mlBS
lng?" ' Lucky Woman.
Wlfo Thero aro so vory fow really
good men In tho world.
Hub Y03; you wore mighty lucky
to get one.
Saving Trouble.
"Have you read the platforms of the
different political parties?"
"What's tho uso wastln' tlmo doln
that?" " .
"I should think you would want to
find out how to vote Intelligently."
"How to voto -intelligently? My
trandfatho found -that out yea-s ago,
so what's tho uso of my botherln
about It?" v
Mixing the Names.
Mayor Bacharach of Atlantic ' City,
at a dinner at tho Marlborough-Blen-helm,
told of a summer girl:
"On the beach In the moonlight," he
ho said, "a youth clasped a maiden
passionately to his breast and mur
mured: " 'Oo you love mo, Larding?'
"'Yes ah, yea, Reginald,' Bho
Blghod.
"'Reginald?' said tho youth in a
startled voice 'You mean Clarence,
don't you, denr?'
"Gmiling sweetly, Bho nesMed closor.
'How stupid of mo! I was thinking It
was tho week end.'" Exchange
Not Necessary to Leave Home.
In an effort to stop the migration d.
dying consumptives to the southwest,
tho National Association for tho Study
Mid Prevention of Tuberculosis will
ask physlcjans tP, ho. biorc care"fuM:i
ordering patients to sS aViiy", "oTici wifl
also ask railroads to discontinue their
practice of selling "charity" tickets
to those who cannot afford to pay fuy
fair. "No consumptive should go to
Colorado, California, or tho west for
hla health," says tho association, "un.
less he has a good chance for recoi
cry from his dlseawe, and unless espe
cially he has at least $1,000 to spend
for this purpose, over and above what
his family may need.
"Tuberculosis can bo cured In any
part of the United States, and It is
not necessary tor a tuberculosis pa
tient to go west. Whenever possible,
tho National association urcs tuber
culosis patients who havo not ample
funds to go to a sanatorium near
homo, and if they cannot do this, to
take the euro In their own homes, un
der tho direction of a physician."
THIRTEEN YEARS
Unlucky Number for Dakota Woman
Tho question whether tho number
"13" Is really more unlucky thnn any
other number has never been cntiro'y
settled.
A So. Dak. -woman, after thirteen
years of misery from drinkicg coffee,
found a way to bieak the "unlncky
Bpell." Tea is just as Injurious ao cof
fee because it contains caffelno. the
drug In coffee. Sbe writes:
"For thirteen yours I hve b'en a
nervous wreck from drinking coffee.
My liver, stomach, heart in feet, my
whole system boinfi actually poisoned
by It.
"Last year I was confined tr my bed
for six months. Finally it dawned on
mo that coffee cauncd tho trouble
Then I began using Postum Instead of
coffee, but with HI tic faith, as my
mind was in such a condition that I
hardly knew what to do next.
"Extrcmo nervousnes and failing
eyesight caused me to lose all courage.
In about two wooks after I quit coffee
and began to uso Pontum I was ablo
to read and my head felt clear. I am
Improving all tho time and I will bo a
strong, well woman yet.
"I have fooled more than ono person
with a delicious cup of Postum. Mrs.
8. wanted to know whero I bought my
flno coffee. I told her my grocer had
It and when sho found out it was Pos
tum she has used It ever since, and
hor nerves nre building up fine.
"My brain is Btrong, my nerves
stendy, my appetite good, and best ot
all, I enjoy such sound, pleasant sleep."
Narno given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Get tho llttlo book In
pkgs., "Tho Road to Wellvllle."
"There's a reason."
Kvcr rend the nbove letter? A new
one nppenr from time to time. Ther
re ccnufre, true, nud tull of faumaa
Interest.
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