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The mark appeared on this grade of paper until the middle of the seventeenth century, when the figure of Hrltannia was sub stituted by the English manufacturers, and other marks by other paper mak ers. No one has, however, changed the name of the paper, so we have to this day the foolscap paper.—New York Press. Beware of Ointments for Catarrh that Contain Mercury, as mercury will surely destroy the sense of smell and completely derange the whole system when entering It through i he mu cous surfaces. fchjeh articles should never 'be used except on pres, rlptious from reputu i hie physicians ,as the damage they will do i la tenfold to the good you can possibly ; derive from them. Hall's Catarrh Cure, i manufactured by F. .1. Cheney & Co., To ledo, O., contains uo mercury, and Is taken i Infernally, acting directly upon the blood ' and mucous surfaces of the system, lu buy j hill Hull's Catarrh Cure be sure you get the ! genuine. It la taken Internally and made In Toledo, Ohio, by F. J. Cheney &. Co. Testimonials free. Hold by Druggists. Price. 75e per bottle. ! Take Hall's Family Pills for constipation. Irving’s First Success. Some Interesting personal recollec tions of Sir Henry Irving are. con tained In an article on his career snd Influence contributed to the cur&efit Harper’s 'Weekly by Lawrence Gilman. In 1874, Irving achieved an Immense success by his performance of ‘•Ham let’’ at the London Lyceum theater. His Interpretation of the part was so strik ing and unusual that the play had a run unprecedented at that time, con tinuing for 200 nights. Of his exper ience in playing this part Sir Henry gave some years before his death, an Interesting account. I can always tell," he said, "when the audience is with me. It. was not with me on the first night of ‘Hamlet,’ which is. perhaps, curious, considering my subsequent success. On the first night I felt that the audience did not go with me until the first meeting with Ophelia, when they changed toward me entirely. Hut as night succeeded night, my Hamlet grew in their estimation. I could feel it all the time, and now I know that they like It—that they are with nie heart and soul.” GRATIFYING PRAISE. Letter from Marcus Mayer, the (ireaV I’utroti of Mimic and 1 he Druma. Marcus n. Mayer, who brought to | America Mine. Patti, Duse, Salvlnl. f Coquelln anil other famous singers and actors, writes: Gentlemen: 1 wish as many sulTerlv? men and women as I can reach to know llie excellence of Doan's Kidney Pills. 1 was greatly beneflt ed by this remedy and know it cured several who had kidney trou ble so badly they were agonized with pain In I he hack, head and loins, rheu matic attacks and urinary disorders. 1 am glad to recommend such n de serving remedy. (Signed) MARCUS R. MAYER. Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Koster-Milburn Co.. Buffalo, X. Y. 6he Managed It. From the Chicago News. | Knox—Our friend Meeker and the Wli - ow Cutehem were married yesterday. Cox —You don’t say! How in the world did he ever pluck up sufficient courage to marry her? Knox—He didn’t have to. Me evidently couldn't pluck up sufficient courage not to marry her, itching scalp humor. Suffered Tortures Until Cured by Cntv cum—Scratched Day nml Night. “My scalp was covered with little pimples and I suffered tortures from the itching. I was scratching all day and night, and I could get no rest. I washed my head with hot water and Cutlcura Soap and then applied the Cutlcura Ointment ns a dressing. One box of the ointment nml one cake of Cutlcura Soap cured tne. Now my hend Is entirely clear and my hair is growing splendidly. 1 have used Cuti cura Soap ever since, and shall never he without It. (Signed) Ada C. Smith, SOU Grand street, Jersey City, N. J." If Not There, Where? From Smart Sot. The publisher had reached his office lat*. and there were signs upon his face that ho had Just passed through a strenuous ex perience. "The trouble is," he said peevishly to the wraittng author, " that you don’t make the marriages In your novels happy ones." He sighed. I "And the Lord knows,’ he continued 1 "that we’ve got to have happy marriages | .somewhere!" Omissions of History. From the Chicago Tribune, j Whitney had invented the cotton gir.. , "I had to go to work at something," ! he said, in extenuation, "and I lacked ' the materials necessary for the in veil I tion of a gin rlckey.” I Cheered by the reflection that it was ! not his fault that the real laurels went to somebody else, he bore his siibse ' quent misfortunes with comparative ! stoicism. A lady of 40 has asked $75,000 for dam aged affections. What would she have demanded at 20? THE COMFORTER A congested vein pressing on a nerve accounts for the swelling, throbbing ache of $ Neuralgia St. Jacobs Oil i frees the circulation, allays the pressure and soothes away the pain. Pwicc. 25c. and JOc. y™ ■■■■' —_- - ■.* Land script takes government land ■ quickly. Write. Also progressive men changing location Rhould come here. Hugo Seaberg, Raton, New Mexico. I When writing to advertiser., piers, say you saw their "ad” in this paper. i THE MASTER OF APPLEBY| S .. ■— ■ ■ - = By Fr&ncia Lynda. ■ <[ CHAPTER XXXIX.—Continued. The rain continued all that Friday night and well on into the forenoon of the Saturday. During tills interval we waited with seoutH out for the upcom ing of the mountain men. At noon Ma jor Ferguson sent a final express to Lord Cornwallis, urging the hurrying on of the reinforcements, not knowing that his former dispatch had been in tercepted, nor that Tarleton had not as yet started to the rescue. A little later the scouts began to come in one by one with news of the approaching riiiemen. There was but a small body of them, not above a thousand men In all, so the spies said, and my heart misgave me. They were without cannon and they lacked bayonets; and moreover, when all was said, they were but militia, all untried save in border warfare with the Indians. Could they successfully assault the fortified camp whose de fenders thanks to the major's ingen uity—had fitted butcher knives to the muzzles of their long guns in lieu of bayonets? Nay, rather would they have the courage to try? 'Twas late lit the afternoon before these questions were answered. The rain had ceased, and the chill October sunlight filtered aslant through the trees. With the clearing skies a cold wind had sprung up, and on the hill top the men cowered behind the rock breastwork and waited in strained si lence. At the last moment Major Fer guson sent Captain de Peysler to me with the request that I take command of the Tory force set apart to defend the wagon barricade—this If my weari ness would permit. I went with the captain to make my excuses in per son. "Say no more, Captain,” said this generous soldier, when I began some lame plea for further exemption; ' I had forgot your sword-cut. Take shel ter for yourself, and look on whilst we akin this riffraff alive.” And so he let me off; a favor which will make me think kindly of Patrick Ferguson so long as I shall live. For now my work was done; and had he Insisted, I should have told him flatly who and what I was -and paid the penalty. I had scarce rejoined Tybee at the wagons when the long roll of the drums broke the silence of the hilltop, and a volley fire of musketry from the rock breastwork on the right told us the battle was on. Tybee gave me one last reproachful look and stood out to see what could be seen, and I stood with him. iour friends are running, he said, when there was no reply to the opening volley; and truly, I feared he was right. At the bottom of the slope, scattering groups of the riflemen could be seen hastening to right and left. But I would not admit the charge to Tybee. "I think not," I objected, denying the apparent fact. "They have come too far and too fast to turn back now for a single overshot volley." "But they'll never face the fire up the hill with the bayonet to cap it at the top,” he insisted. "That remains to be seen; we shall know presently. Ah, 1 thought so; here they come'.” At the word the fqrest-covered steep at our end of the hill sprang alive with dun-clad figures darting upward from tree to tree. Volley after volley thun dered down upon them as they climbed but not once did the dodging charge up the slope pause or falter. Unlike all other Irregulars I had ever seen, whose Idea of battle is to let off the piece and run, these mountain men held their Are like veterans, closing In upon the hilltop steadily and in a grim silence broken only by the shouting en couragements of the leaders—this until their circling line was completed. Then suddenly from all sides of the beleaguered camp arose a yell to shake the stoutest courage, and with that the wood-covered slopes began to spit. Are, not In volleys, but here and there In Irregular snappings and cracklings as the sure-shot riflemen saw a mark to pull trigger on. The effect of this Ane bead target practice—for It was naught else—was most terrlAc. All along the breastwork, front and rear, crouching men sprang up at the rlAe crackings to fling their arms all abroad and to fall writhing and wrestling in the death throe. At our end of the hill, where the rook barrier was thinnest, the slaughter was appalling; and above the din of the Arearms we could hear the bellowed commands of the sturdy old Indian Aghter, Benjamin Cleaveland, urging hls men up to still closer quarters. "A little nearer, my brave boys; a little nearer and we have them! Press on up to the rocks. They’ll be as good a breastwork from our side as from theirs.” You will read In the histories that the Tory helpers of Ferguson fought as men with halters round their necks; and so, indeed, a-many of them did. But thought they were most pitiless enemies of ours, I hear them witness that they did Aght well and bravely, and not as men who Aght for fears sake. And they were most bravely officered. Major Ferguson, boldly conspicuous In i a white linen hunting shirt drawn over ; his uniform, was here and there and | everywhere, and always in the place ; where the bullets flew* thickest. His left hand had been hurt at the first | patriot gun Are, hut It still held the silver whistle to his lips, and the shrill j skirling of the little pipe was the I loyalist rallying signal. Captain do ! Peyster, too, did ample justice to the ! uniform ho wore; and when Campbell's Virginians gained the summit at the i far end of the hilltop, 'twas do Peyster who led the bayonet charge that forced the patriot rlAemen some little way down the slope. But these are digressions. No man sees more of a battle than that little circle of which he is the center; and the Aghting was hot enough at the wagon barricade to keep both Tybee and me from know ing at the time what was going on beyond our narrow range of sight or hearing. You must picture, therefore, for yourselves, a very devils' pandemonium let loose upon the little hilltop so soon as the mountain men gained their vantage ground at the fronting of the rock breastwork; cries: frantic shouts of "God save the king!” yells Aerce and wordless; men in red and men in homespun rushing madly hither and yon In a vain attempt to repel a front and rear attack at the same Instant. 'Twas a hell set free, with no quarter asked or given, and where we stood, the Tory defenders of the wagon barrier were presently dropping around us In heaps and wind rows of dead and dying, like men sud denly plague-smitten. In such a time of asking you must not think we stood aloof and looked on coldly. At the Arst Are Tybee stripped oft hls coat and fell to work with the wounded, and I quickly followed hls lead, praying that now' my work was done, some one of the Aylng missiles would find its mark in me and let me die a soldier’s death. So it was that I saw little more of the battle detail, and'of that fierce frenzy time I have memory pictures only of the dead and dying; of the torn and wounded and bleeding men with whom we wrought, striving as we might to stanch the ebbing life-tide or to ease the dying gently down into the valley of shadows. And as for my prayer, it went all unanswered. Once wrhen I had a dy ing Tory’s head pillowed on my knee 1 saw a rifleman thrust his weapon between the wheel spokes of the outer wagon and draw a head on me. I heard the crack of the Deckard, the zip of the bullet singing at my ear, and the man’s angry oath at his miss ing of me. Once again a rifle ball passed through my hair at the braid ing of the queue and I felt the hot touc h of it on my scalp like a breath of flame. Another time a mountaineer leaped the rock barrier to heat me down with the butt of his rifle—and in the very act Tybee rose up and throt tled him. I saw the grapple, sprang to my feet and whipped out my sword. "Stop:” I commanded; "you have broken your parole. Lieutenant!” The freed borderer glared from one to the other of us. "Loonies!” he yelled; "I'll slaughter the both of ye!” And so he would have done, I make no* doubt, had we not laid hold of him to gether and heaved him back over the breastwork. These are but incidents, points of contact where the fray touched us two at the wagon barricade. I pass them by with the mention, as I have passed by the sterner horrors of that furious killing time. These last are too large foi tny pen. As we could gather In the din and tumult, the mountain men rushed again and again to the attack, and as often the brave major, or De Peyster, led the bayonet charges that pushed them back. Yet in the end the unerring bullet outpressed the bayonet; there came a time when flesh and blood could no longer endure the death-dealing cross-flre from front and rear. I saw the end was near when the major ordered the final charge, and Tap! a in De Peyster formed his line and led it forward at a double-quick. The mountaineers held more than half the hilltop now, and this forlorn hope was to try to drive them down the farther slopes. On it went, and I could see the men pitch and tumble out of the line until at bayonet reach of the riflemen there were less than a dozen afoot and fit to make the rush. De Peyster fought his way hack to the wagons, gasping and bloody. Some of the terries crowding around: raised’ a white flag. The major, sorely wou.’ded now and all but disabled, swore a great, oath and rode rough-shod into the ruck of cowering militiamen to pull down the flag. Again the white token of surren der was raised, and again the major rode in to heat it down with his sword. At this C’ap*tain De Peyster put in his word. ’Tis no use, major; there's no more fight left in us! Five minutes more of t hisand we’ll be shot down to a man!" Ferguson's reply was a raging oath, broad enough to cover all the enemy and his ow n remnant as well; and then, before a hand could be lifted to stay him, he had wheeled his horse and was galloping straight for the patriot line at the farther extremity of the hilltop. What he meant to do will never be known till that great day when all se crets shall be revealed. For that fu rious oath was this brave gentleman’s last word to us or to any. A dozen hounds, it may he-, the good charger carried him; then the storm of rifle bullets beat him from the saddle. And so died one of the gallantest officers that ever did an unworthy king's work on the field of battle. 1 would l might forget the terrible scene which followed this killing of the British commander. Tvvas little to our credit, but I may not pass it over in silence De Peyster quickly sent a man to the front with a white flag, and the answer was a murderous volley which killed the flag-bearer and many others Again the flag was raised on a rifle barrel, and once more the answer was j a storm of the leaden death poured into j the panic-stricken crowd huddled like I sheep at the wagons. "God!" said De Peyster; and with I that he began to beat his men into line I with the flat of his sword in a frenzy* j of desperation, being minded!., as he afterward told me. to give them the poor chance to die a-fighting. I saw not what followed upon this last despairing effort, for now Tybee was down arid J was kneeling beside him to search for the wound. But when I tooked again, the crackling crashes of the rifle-firing had ceased. A stout, gray-headed man. whom I af terward knew as Isaac Shelby’s father, was riding up from the patriot line to ! receive t'aptalh De Peysier's sword, and the battle was ended. CHAPTER XI.. YAK VICTIS. If my hand were not sure enough to draw you some speaking picture of this our epoch-markir.g battle of King's Mountain. It falters still more on com ing to tlio task of setting forth the tragic horrors of the dreadful after night. Wherefore 1 pray you will hold me excused, my deals, if I hasten over the events tripping upon the heels of the victory, tom king upon them only as they touch upon my tale. But as for the stage-setting and the after-scene you may hold in your mind's eye the stony hilltop strewn with the dead and dying; the huddle of cowed piisoners at the wagon barri cade; the mountaineers, mad with the victor's fienzy, swarming to surround us. Twas a clipping from chaos and night gone blood-crazed till Sevier and Isaac Shelby brought somewhat of or der out of it; and then came the reck oning. Of the se\en hundred-odd prisoners, the greater number were lories, many of them red-handed front scenes of rapine in which their present captors had suffered the loss of all that men hold dear. So you will not wonder that there were knives and rifles shaken aloft, and fierce and vengeful counsels in which It was proposed to put the captives one and all to the cord and tree. But now again Sevier and Shelby, seconded by the fiery Presbyterian, William Campbell, flung themselves Into the breach, pleading for delay and a fair trial for such as were blood guilty. And so the dlsmnl night, made chill and comfortless by the cold wind ard niose doleful by the groans and cries of the wounded, wore away, and the dawn of the Sunday found us lying as we were In the bloody shambles of the hilltop. With the earliest morning light the burial parties were at work; and since the stony battle-ground would not lend itself for the trenching, the graves were dug In the vales below. Captain | De Pcyster begged hard for leave to bury the brave Ferguson on the spot where he fell, but ’twas impossible; and now, I am told, the stout old Scotsman lies side by side with our Major Will Chronicle, of Mecklenburg, who fell Just before the ending of the batttie. The dead buried and the wounded cared for in some rough and ready fash ion, preparations were made in all haste for a speedy withdrawal from the neighborhood of the battlefield. Ru mor had It that Tarleton, with his In vincible legion, was within a few hours' march; and the mountain men, sodden weary with the tolls of the flying ad vance and the hard-fought conflict, were in no fettle to cope with a fresh toe. As yet I had not made myself known to the patriot commanders, having my hands and heart full with the care ot poor Tybee, wrho was grievously hurt, and being a measure indifferent to what should befell me. But now as we were about to march I wax dragged'before the committee of colonels and put to the question. "Your uniform is a strange one to us," said Isaac Shelby, looking me up and down with that heavy-lidded right eye of his. "Explain your rank and standing, if you please." I told my story simply, and, as I thought, effectively; and' had only black looks for my pains. ' "Tie .• strange tale, surely, sir—too strange to be believable.” quoth Shel by. "You are a traitor. Captain Ireton —of the kind we not cumber ourselves | with on a march " "Who says that word of me?" I ; demanded, caring not much for that to : which his threat pointed, but something ' for m.v good name. Shelby turned and beckoned to a man 1 in the group behind him. "Stand out, ; John Whittlesey," he directed; and I found myself face to face with that rifleman of Colonel Davie's party who I had been so fierce to hang me at tha fording of the Catawba. Tills man gave his testimony briefly, telling but the bare truth. A week earlier I had passed In Davie’s camp for a true-blue patriot, this though I was wearing a ragged British uni form at the moment. As for the witness himself, he had mis doubted me all along, but the colonel had trusted me and had sent me on some secret mission, the inwardness of which he. John Whittlesey, had been unable to come at, though he confessed that he had tried to worm it out of me before parting company with me on the road to Charlotte. I looked from one to another of my judges. j i lijis ue H'l, gpnuemen, ine man does blit confirm n.y story,” I said. "It is not all." said Shelby. "Mr. Pengarvin, stand forth.” There was another stir in the back grounding group and the pettifogger edged his way Into the circle, keeping well out of hand-reach of me. How he .made shift to escape from Ferguson's men. change sides, and to turn up thus serenely in the ranks of the over-moun tain men. I know not to this day, nor ever shall know. "Tell these gentlemen what you have told me." said Shelby, briefly; and the factor, cool and collected now, re hearsed the undeniable facts: how in Charlotte 1 had figured as a member of Lord Cornwallis’ family: how I carried my malignancy to the patriot cause to the length of throwing a stanch friend to the commonwealth, towtt, one Owen Pengarvin. into the common Jail; how as Lord Cornwallis’ trusted aide-de camp, 1 hail been sent with an express to. Major Ferguson. Also, he suggested that, if 1 should be searched some proof of my duplicity might be found on me. At this William Campbell nodded to two of Ills Virginians, and I was searched forthwith, and that none too gently. In the breast pocket of my hussar they found that accursed dupli cate dispatch'; the one I had taken from Tybee and which had so nearly proved my undoing in the Interview with Major Ferguson. Isaac Shelby opened and read the accusing letter and passed it around among his colleagues. "I shall not ask why this was unde livered, sir," he said to me, sternly. " ’Tis enough that it was found upon, your person, and it sufficiently proves tile truth of this gentleman's accusa tion. Have you aught further to say. Captain Ireton?—aught that may ex cuse us for not leaving you behind in a, halter?" Do you wonder. m.y dears, that I lost my head when £ saw how completely the toils of this little black-clothed fiend had closed around me? Twice, nay, thrice I tried to apeak calmly as the i risis demanded. Then mad rage ran away with, me, and I burst out l’n yelling curses so, hot they would surely dry the Ink In the pen were 1 to- seek to set them down here. 'Twas a silty tiling to do, you will say, and much beneath the dignity of a grown mail who, cared not a bodle for his life, and not greatly for the man ner of its losing. I grant you this; and yet it was that same bull-bellow of soldier profanity that saved my life. Whilst 1 was tit the storm of It, curs ing the lawyer by every shouted epi thet I could lay tongue to, a miracle was wrought and Richard Jennifer and Ephraim Yeates pushed their way through the ever-thickening ring of on lookers; tne latter to range himself be side me v itit his brown-barreled rifle in the holloa oi his arm, and my dear lad to fling himself upon me In a bear’s hug of joyous recognition and greet ing. ('Continued Next Week.l Talkin’ of Sensations. "1 smoked a dime seegar today,” sea Crude Ezra Fox. " Twus give me by a 1 tradin' man, who had a whole blamed I box. An', say. uf ail the worldly jobs with which mankind is blessed, I truly j b'lleve a ten cent smoke is 'head uf all ;ne rest. 'Well, sir,' 1 sez, ‘I thank ye, 1 sir,’ then went oui 'neath the threes an1 smoked thet ten cent roller like a gen- j tleman at ease. I puffed away untel about an inch wus left uf it, an' then I put it In my pipe an' smoked up ev'ry ; bit. Now talkin’ uf sensations—well, l never felt the beat. It seemed to me ; that music played an' birds wus singin’ j sweet. I sort o' dreamed I owned the earth an' had it in the bank. I tell you thet-seegar beat any drinks I ever drank. Well, when It wus over I wus sorry as cud be. I went an' thanked the man again who give the smoke to me. 1 saved the ashes—bet your life— as up the burnin’ eat. I thought I'd sort o’ save 'em Jes to 'mind me uf the treat. If I,” sez Ez. "should meet old Pete up tnere above the stars an’ i he'd ask, Ez, take heaven er a box uf them seegars?' I tel. ye, boys, now sura enough, a 'cuttin' out all jokes, I’d say, Jes keep yer heaven, Pete, an' l and me down them smokes.' ” Big Room Underground. A party of Chester gunners, who have been hunting In Mifflin county, Penngyl- I van'.a. discovered a cave in the mountain ^ Bide, a few miles out from Burnham. 1 The cavern was explored by the hunts- j men, who entered by a passage about six ' feet In width, and, after climbing down a precipitous natural stairway, found them selves in a large room or subterranean auditorium that would seat 600 or 600 peo ple. The flashing of the torches revealed some very pretty stalactites. | - A Quick Delivery Letter. From the Era Magazine. It is a curious tact tnat a century anil a half ago a letter traveled much faster than ever it has done since. It was in 1753 that Lord March made a heavy wager that he would cause a letter to be conveyed 100 miles within an hour. His Lordship engaged a score of cricketers, all expert throwers and catchers, had the missive inclosed in a ball, and arranging his men at Intervals in a circle, goi them to throw the ball as swiftly as possible from one to an ther. At the end of the hour It was found that the Letter had traveled- al most exactly 120 miles. His “Permanent Investments.” From Judge. It was (luring Eugene Field’s halcyox. days on a prominent Chicago paper that William E. Curtis became the Washington correspondent for the same paper, and Field, who never knew how to keep money, went to him with) the wonderfully earnest manner he had and said he was in need of $50. “I need it frightfully bad," said Field. "I can let you have It, Field,” said CUr tls, and the money was forthcoming. Field had not paid the money back, how ever, when Curtis was called away to Washington. A few months later he re turned to Chicago, and the next morning Field had in his famous column a little pc.ragraph stating: "William E. Curtis is in town looking after some of his permanent investments.” Ask Four Neighbors, Gelatt, Pa., Nov. 6.—(Special.)—Mrs. H. W. Sterns, a well respected resident of Gelatt, tells in convincing words what Dodd’s Kidney Pills have done for her. She says: “I was a great sufferer from Rheu matism, caused through my kidneys being out of order. 1 was subject to it for years. It would take me without warning, and while the attack lasted I was so lnrne I could not get around. So I had to send for Dodd’s Kidney Pills. 1 took them for three days, but didn't feel much benefit, but on the fourth day I noticed a great change, the lameness in my back was gone, and the pains I used to suffer were Jess. I kept on with Dodd’s Kidney Pills and now I am glad to say I have no lameness or pain of any kind. I feel as if I didn’t know what Rheuma tism was. I shall never be without Dodd’s Kidney Fills in the house, and 1 bless the day 1 first heard of them.” Hi3 Belief. “ 'TIs better to have loved and lost,” Remarked the man who boozes, “For It's the man who loves and wins Who usually loses.” Mri, J. II. Clip*, Everett. Pa., Buffered year* wilh kidney and gravel trouble. Cured by l>r. bavid Kennedy'a Favorite Remedy. Rondout, JJ. Y. f 1.00. Sympathizers. From the Chicago Tribune. It was well past midnight, and the for ward sleeping car of the westbound train was filled with passengers. One of the lower berths near the middle of the car was occupied by an elderly couple, apparently unaccustomed to trav eling. and the novelty and excitement of the trip kept both awake. To lie awake was to talk, and from be hind the curtains pertaining to that berth came a constant hum of conversation, which grew louder as the night wore on. It was all in vain that some tired and sleepy passenger now and then uttered an impatient snort or used his fist as a gavel and hammered for silence on the woodwork of his berth. The conversation went on. “Jo#in," it appeared, was trying to convince “Jane” that the trunks “were all right, and Jane was sure that one of them had been overlooked and left behind by the baggageman. At last af passenger in a berth near the rear door of the car, who was suffering from a horrible nightmare, gave vent to an agonizing and prolonged: “O-o-o-o-o-o!” It was followed instantly by these en thusiastic'evidences of hearty sympathy from other suffering but wide-awaku pas sengers : “Me, too!*’ Second the motion 1" “Say it again!” “Catch on, you two> J\s?" “Never mind the trunk! We’ll pay for It!” “O, land of rest, for thee I sigh!" With sincere pleasure the historian re cords the fact that John and Jane here upon subsided, and nothing louder than an occasional snore broke the deep silence that followed. O, fellow mortal, have^ there never been times when you felt like committing either murder or suicide—you didn’t much care which? OLD-FASHIONED FARE n»t Biscuit, Griddle-Cukes, Pies and PuddUL£8. The food that made the fathers strong is sometimes unfit for the chil dren under the new conditions that our changing civilization Is constantly bringing in. One of Mr. Bryan’s neighbors in the great State of Ne braska, writes: "I was raised in the South, where hot biscuits, griildle-cakes. pies and puddings are eaten at almost every meal, and by the time I located in Ne braska 1 found myself a sufferer from Indigestion and its attendant ills—dis tress and pains after meals, an almost constant headache, dull, heavy sleep iness by day and sleeplessness at night, loss of flesh, impaired memory, etc., etc. "I was rapidly becoming incapaci tated for business, when a valued friend suggested a change in my diet, the abandonment of heavy, rich stuff and the use of Grape-Nuts food. I followed the good advice and shall al ways be thankful that I did so. "Whatever may he the experience of others, the beneficial effects of the change were apparent in my case al most immediately. M.v stomach, which had rejected other food for so long, took to Grape-Nuts most kindly; in a day or two my headache was gone, I began to sleep healthfully and before a week was out the scales showed that my lost weight was coming back. My memory was restored with the re newed vigor that I felt In body and mind. For three years now Grape Nuts food has kept me in prime condi tion, and 1 propose It shall for the rest of my days. “And by the way. my 2V2 year old baby Is as fond of Grape-Nuts as I am, always insists on having it. It keeps her as healthy and hearty as they make them.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich There's a reason. Itead the little book, “The Road to Wellville," in pkgs.