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From Smart Sot.
The publisher had reached his office lat*.
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He sighed.
I "And the Lord knows,’ he continued
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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
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I tion of a gin rlckey.”
I Cheered by the reflection that it was
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to somebody else, he bore his siibse
' quent misfortunes with comparative
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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. |
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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.
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