Failed to Score.
From the Chicago Tribune.
"Will the gentleman allow me to ask
film a question?” interrupted a man in the
audience.
"Certainly,” said the orator.
"Did you or did you not once run for,
the office of lieutenant governor?"
In breathless silence the vast assembly
awaited his answer.
He drew himself up to bis full height,
flashed a glance of concentrated scorn at'
the presumptuous varlct and raised his*
voice till it jarred the rafters.
"Yes. sir," he said. "I did! I once ran*
for the office of lieutenant governor of thej
state of New Jersey and I was defeated,’
sir, by the largest majority by which any!
•man ever escaped that office in the hi»-<
tory of the United States."
Utterly crushed and humiliated by the
outburst of applause that greeted this
triumphant rejoinder, the crestfallen man
who had presumed to measure wits with id
reasoned campaigner slunk ignomlniously
Mil of the building.
She Couldn’t Understand.
From Judge.
He was describing the game.
thought J had a clear field.” he said,
~when suddenly he tackled me."
"What do you mean by that?” she
asked.
"Why. In this case he caught me around
the waist with both arms and I couldn't!
make bim let go.”
"Hut, why.” she Inquired with a sigh,
"why, under those circumstances, did you
want to make him let go?” Then she
added, after a pause, "You men are queer
Philosophy of a Plutocrat.
From Judge.
Dollars and sense should always go to
, getber.
Never sign a promissory note or a gush
ing love letter.
Money may be the root of all evil, but
:how we do like herbs.
When a millionaire's son turns out a
useful eitlsen the world gasps In amaze
ment. ,
Workmen are the busy bees, and Wall
street Is the farmer who calmly harvests
the honey.
Klchea will not bring you heaven, but
they sometimes bring heaven right down
4o you on earth.
There's a reason why poets make "mon-(
■ey" rhyme with such delightful things uai
•'sunny" and ''honey.'' j
What will we do with our millionaires.
Auto accidents snd trust Investigations
will soon solve that problem.
No titled persons In this land, eh! Don’t)
foreign noblemen marry our heiresses for)
their titles—to good real estate?
The worst of it is that a rich man can't
•ay “Good morning" to a pretty girl with
out facing a breach of promise suit.
Women make their finances give up such;
expensive habits as smoking and drinking,
but cling right un to the mutince and bon
bon habit.
Science and Superstition.
kTom Harper's Weekly.
There Is a'young woman In Washington
who is a graduate of a seminary that
mukes a feature of Its course In domestic
hygiene.
One day a friend was walking with this;
young woman, and their conversation
turned to the discussion of some rather
abstruse questions which the graduate in
tended to proeent In a paper before a wo
man’s dub at the capital. The graduate
was holding forth In approval seminary)
•style on various scholarly themes, when
she suddenly stopped and picked up a pin
on the sidewalk.
"I am surprised," smilingly observed her
companion, glancing at the rusty pin as
•the graduate stuck It under the lapel of
iher coat.
"It Is a little superstition I have never
tbeen able to conquer," said the graduate,
“■but," she hastened to explain, “I shall
tterlllse this as soon as 1 get home.”
OVER SEA HABIT.
‘Dlffenaec on This Side (he W»te»
The persistent effect upon the heart
of caffeine in coffee cannot but result
tn the gravest conditions, in time.
Each attack of the drug (and that
means each cup of coffee) weakens the
organ a little more, and the end is al
most a matter of mathematical demon-;
stratlon. A lady writes from a West
ern State:
"I am of German descent, and it
was natural that l should learn at a |
very early age to drink coffee. Until I
1 was 23 years old 1 drank scarcely
anything else at my meals.
“A few years ago 1 began to be af
fected by a steadily increasing ner
vousucss, which eventually developed
into a distressing heart trouble that'
made me very weak and miserable.1
Then, some three years ago, was add
ed asthma tn its worst form. My suf
ferings from these tilings can be bet
ter imagined than described.
' During all this time my husband
re " ed more fully than I did that cof
fee was Injurious to me, and made
every effort to make me stop.
“Finally It was decided a few
menths ago, to quit the use of coffee
absolutely, and to adopt Postum Food
Coffee as our hot table drink. 1 had
but little idea that It would help me,,
but consented to try it to please myi
husband. 1 prepared it very cnrefulbV
exactly according to directions, *8(1(1
was delighted with its delicious flavor
and refreshing qualities.
“Just as soon as the poison from
the coffee bad time to get out of my
system the nutritive properties of the
Postum began to build me up, and 1
am now fully recovered from all my
nervousness, heart trouble and asthma.
I gladly acknowledge that now, for the
first time in years, I enjoy perfect
health, and that I owe It all to Post
urn.” Name given by Postum Co., Bat
tle Creek, Mich.
There** a reason. Read the little
Amok, “The Read to Wellville" In pkgs.
Postum Food Coffee contains nq
4rug* of Bay description whatsoever. '■
| The Return of Sherlock Holmes | j
BY A. CONAN DOYLE.
Copyright 1903. Copyright. 1905. I
by A. Conan Doyle and Collier'a Weakly. by McClure. Phillipa ® Co. j
' |._THE ADVENTURE OF THE
EMPTY HOUSE.—CONTINUED
“I am glad to stretch myself, AVat
son," he said. "It is no joke when a
tall man has to take a foot off his stat
ure for several hours on end. Now, my
dear fellow, In the matter of these ex
planations, we have, if I may ask for
your co-operation, a hard and danger
ous night’s work in front of us. Per
haps It would he better if ! gave vou
an account of the whole situation when
that work Is finished."
"I am full of curiosity, I should much
prefer to hear now.”
"You’ll come with me, tonight?”
"When you like and where you like.”
"This Is, indeed, like the old days. We
shall have time for a mouthful of din
ner before we need go. Well, then,
about thiit chasm. I had no serious
difficulty In getting out of It, for the
very simple reason that I never was
In It.”
"You never were In It?"
■'No, Watson. I never was In It. My
note to you was absolutely genuine.
I had little doubt that I had come
to the end of my career when I per
ceived the somewhat sinister figure of
the late Professor Moriarlty standing
upon the narrow pathway whUh led
to safety. I read an inexorable pur
pose In Ills grey eyes. I exchanged
some remarks with him, therefore, and
obtained his courteous permission to
write the short note which you after
wards received. I left it with my cig
arette box and my stick, and I walked
along the pathway, Moriarlty still at
my heels. When I reached the end I
stood at bay. He drew no weapon, but
he rushed at me and threw his long
arms around me. He knew that his
own game was up, and was only anxi
ous to revenge himself upon me. We
tottered together upon the brink of the
fall. I have some knowledge, however,
of barltsu, or the Japanese system of
wrestling, which has more than once
been very useful to me. I slipped
through his grip, and he with a horrible
scream kicked madly for a few sec
onds, and clawed the air with both
his hands. Hut for all his efforts he
could not get his balance, and over he
went. AVith my face over the brink.
I saw him fall for a long way. Then
he struck a rock, bounded off, and
splashed Into the water."
I listened with amazement to this ex
planation, which Holmes delived be
tween the puffs of his cigarette.
"But the tracks!" I cried. "I saw,
with my own eyes, that two went down
the path and none returned.”
"It came about In this way. The in
stant that the professor had disap
peared, it struck me what a really ex
traordinarily lucky chance fate had
placed In my way. I knew that Mori
arlty was not the only man who had
sworn my death. There were at least
three others whose desire for venge
ance upon me would only be increased
by the death of their leader. They
were all most dangerous men. One or
other would certainly get me. On the
other hand. If all the world was con
vinced that I was dead they would take
liberties, these men, they would soon
lay themselves open, and soonor or
later I could destroy them. Then It
would be time for me to announce that
I was still in the land of the living.
So rapidly does the brain act thi t I be
lieve I had thought this all out before
Professor Mortality had reached the
bottom of the Reichenbach fall
"I stood up and examined the rocky
wall behind me. In your picturesque
account of the matter, which I read
with great interest some months later,
you assert that the wall was sheer.
That, was not literally true. A few
small footholdB presented themselves,
and there was some indication of a
ledge. The cliff is so high that to climb
It at all was an obvious impossibility,
and It was equally Impossible to make
my way along the wet path without
leaving some tracks. I might, It Is
true, have reversed my boots, as I have
done on similar occasions, but the sight
of thre^i sets of tracks In one direction
would certainly have suggested a de
ception. On the whole, then. It was
best that I Bhould risk the climb. It
was not a pleasant business, Watson.
The fall roared beneath me. I am not
a fanciful person, but I give you my
word that I seemed to hear Moriarity's
voice screaming at me out of the abyss.
A mistake would have been fatal. More
than once, as tufts of grass came out
in my hand or my foot slipped in the
wet notches of the rbek, I thought I
was gone. But I struggled upward,
and at last I reached a ledge several
feet deep and covered with soft green
moss, where I could lie unseen in the
most perfect comfort. There I was
stretched, when you, my dear Watson,
and all your following were investi
gating in the most sympathetic and
inefficient manner the elrcutnstunces of
my death.
“At last, when you all had formed
your Inevitable and totally erroneous
conclusions, you departed for the hotel,
and I was left alone. I had Imagined
that I had reached the end of my ad
ventures, but a very unexpected oc
curence showed me that there were
surprises still in store for me. A huge
rock, falling from above, boomed past
me, struck the path, and bounded over
Into the chasm. For an Instant I
thought that It was an accident, but
a moment later, looking up,-I saw a
ntan's head against the darkening sky,
and another stone struck the very
ledge upon which I was stretched,
within a foot of my head. Of course,
the meaning of this was obvious. Morl
arlty had not been alone. A confeder
ate—and even that one glance had
told me how dangerous a man that
confederate was—had kept guard while
the professor had attacked tne. From
a distance, unseen by me, he had been
a witness of his friend's death and of
my escape. He had waited, and then
making Ms way round to the top of the
cliff, he had endeavored to succeed
where his comrade had failed.
"It did not take long to think about
it, Watson. Again L saw that grim face
look over the cliff, and I knew that it
was the precursor of another stone. ]
scrambled down the path. I don't
think I could have done it In cold blood.
It was a hundred times more difficult
than gelling up. Hut f had no lime to
think of the danger. for another stone
sang past me as 1 hung by my hands
from the edge of the ledge. Half way
down f slipped, hut, by the blessing of
God. 1 landed, torn and bleeding, upon
the path. 1 took to my heels, did ter
miles over the mountains In the daik
ness, and a week later, I found myself
In Florence, with the certainty that no
one In the world knew what had be
come of me.
"I had only one confidant—my broth
er Slyt roft. I owe you many apologies
my dear Watson, but It was all-lmport
ant that It should be thought I was
dead, and It is quite certain that you
I'would not have written so ct>nvincln|
i an account of my unhappy end had
you not yourself thought that It was
true. Several times during the Iasi
three years I have taken up my pet
to write to you, but always I feared
I leSt your affectionate regard for mo
should tempt you to some indiscretion
which would betray my secret. Foi
that reason I turned away from you
this evening when you upset my books
for I was In danger at the time, and
any show of surprise and emotion upon
your part might have drawn attention
I to my identity and led to the'most de
plorable and Irreparable results. As to
Mycroft, I had to confide In him In
order to obtain the money which 1
needed. The course of events in Lon
don did not run so well as I had hoped
for the trial If the Moriarity gang left
two of its most dangerous members
my own vindictive enemies, at liberty
I (raveled for two years in Thibet,
therefore, and amused myself by visit
ing Lhassa, and spending some days
with the head llama. You may have
read of the remarkable explorations of
a Norwegian named Sigerson, but I am
sure that it never occurred to you that
you were receiving news of your friend
I then passed through Persia, looked
in at Mecca, and paid a short but in
teresting visit to the khalifa at Khar
toum. the results of which I have com
municated to the foreign office. Re
turning to Prance, spent som.e month:
in a research into the coal-tar deriv
atives, which I conducted in a labora
tory at Montpellier, in the south of
Prance. Having concluded this to my
satisfaction, and learning that only one
of my enemies was now left in Lon
don, I was about to return when my
movements were hastened by the news
AN ELDERLY, DEFORMED MAN.
of this very remarkable Park Lane
mystery, which not only appealed to
ine by Its own merits, but which
seemed to offer some most peculiar
personal opportunities. I came over at
once to London, called In my own per
son at Baker street, threw Mrs. Hud
son into violent hysterics, and found
that Mycroft had preserved my rooms
and my papers exactly as they had al
ways been. So it was, my dear Wat
son, that at two o’clock today I found
myself In rt}y old armchair In my own
old room, and only wishing that I could
have Seen my old friend Watson in the
other chair which he has so often
adorned.”
Such was the remarkable narrative
to which I listened on that April even
ing—a narrative which would have
been utterly Incredible to me had It not
been confirmed by the actual sight of
the tall, spare figure and the keen,
eager face, which I had never thought
to see again. In some manner he had
learncil of my own sad bereavement,
and his sympathy was shown in his
manner rather than in his words.
"Work Is the best antidote to sorrow,
my dear Watson," said he; "and I have
a piece of work for us both tonight,
which, If we can bring it to a success
ful close, will in itself Justify a man’s
life on this planet. “In vain I begged
him to tell me more. “You will hear
and see enough before morning.” he
answered. "We have three years of
the past to discuss. Let that suffice
until half-past nine, when we start
upon the notable adventure of the
empty house."
It was Indeed like old times, when,
at that hour, I found myself seated be
side him in a honsom. my revolver in
my pocket, ana the thrill of adventure
in my heart. Holmes was cold and
stern and silent. As the gleam of the
street lamps flashed upon his austere
features, I saw that his brows were
drawn down in thought and his thin
lips compressed. I knew not what wild
beast we were about to hunt down in
the dark jungle of criminal London, but
I was well assured, from the bearing
of this master hunstman, that the ad
venture was a most grave one—while
the sardonic smile which occasionally
broke through his ascetic gloom boded
little good for the object of our quest.
I had Imagined that we were bound
Too Hard a Word.
Mrs. Fuller Booze (at 2 a. m.)—Af
• ter you've drank all the whisky that 1.
. ! good for you. you should call for selt
• zer.
i Fuller Booze (loaded)—After I’ve
i drank (hlc) all the whisky that’s good
f i for me, I can’t say (hlc) seltzer.
for Baker street, but Holmes stopped
the cab at t e corner or Cavendish
Square. I observed that as he stepped
>ut he gave the most searching glance
o right and left, and at every subse
quent street corner he took the ut
nost pains to assure that he was not
'ollowed. Our route was certainly a
igulur one. Holmes' knowledge of the
ay-ways of London was extraordinary,
md on this occasion he passed rapidly
and with an assured step through a
letwork of mews and stables, the very
xistence of which I had never known.'
vVe emerged at last into a small load,
iined with old, gloomy houses, which
led us into Manchester street, and so
to Blandford street. Here he turned1
swiftly down a narrow passage, passed
hrough a wodden gate into a deserted
yard, and then opened with a key the
oack door of a house. We entered to
gether, and he closed it behind us.
The place was pitch dark, but it was
■vident to me that it was an empty
bouse. Our feet creaked and crackled
over the bare planking, and my out
stretched hand touched a wall from
vhich the paper was hanging in rib
bons. Holmes' cold, thin lingers closed'
. round my wrist and led me forwards
flown a long hall, until I dimly saw the
nurky fan-light over the door. Here
lolmes turned suddenly to the right,
and we found ourselves in a large,
•square, empty room, heavily shadowed
n the corners, but faintly lit in the
enter from the lights of the street be
yond. There w'as no lamp near, and
he window was thick with dust, so
hat we could only just discern each
other's figures within. My companion
out his hand upon my shoulder and his
ips close to rny ear.
"Do you know where we are?” he
whispered.
“Surely this is Baker street,” I an
swered, staring through the dim win
low.
"Exactly. We are in Camden house,
which stands opposite to our own old
quarters.”
"But why are we here?”
"Because it commands so excellent
a view of that picturesque pile. Might I
rouble you, my dear Watson, to draw a
little nearer to the window, taking ev
ery precaution not to show yourself,
and then look up at our old rooms—the
starting point of so many of your
attle fairy tales? We will see If my
hree years of absence have entirely
aken away my power to surprise you."
I crept forward and looked across
at the familiar window’. As my eyes
fell upon it, I gave a gasp and a cry of
amazement. The blind was down, and
a strong light was burning in the room.
The shadow of a man who was seated
in a chair within W’as thrown in hard,
black outline upon the luminous screen
of the window. There w’as no mistak
ing the poise of the head, the square
ness of the shoulders, the sharpness of
the features. The face was turned
half-round, and the effect was that of
one of those black silhouettes which
our grandparents loved to frame. It
was a perfect reproduction of Holmes.
Ho amazed was I that I threw out my
hand to make sure that the man him
self was standing beside me. He was
quivering with silent laughter.
"Well?” he said.
“Good heavens!” I cried. “It is mar
velous."
"I trust that age doth not wither nor
custom stale my infinite variety," said
he, and I recognized in his voice the joy
and pride which the artist takes in hts
own creation. "It really is rather like
me, is it not?”
"I should be prepared to swear that
it was you.”
“The credit of the execution is due to
Monsieur Oscar Meunier, of Grenoble,
who spent some days in doing the
moulding. It is a bust in wax. The
rest I arranged myself during my visit
to Baker street this afternoon.”
"But why?”
“Because, my dear Watson, I had the
strongest possible reason for wishing
people to think that I was there when
I was really elsewhere.”
"And you thought the rooms were
watched?"
“I knew that they were watched.”
"By whom?"
"By my old enemies, Watson. By
the charming society whose leader lies
in the Reichenbach Fall. You must re
member that they knew, and only they
knew, that I was still alive. Sooner
or later they believed that I should
come back to my rooms. They watched
them continuously, and this morning
they saw me arrive.”
"How do you know?”
"Because I recognized their sentinel
when I glanced out of my window. He
is a harmless enough fellow, Parker by
name, a garroter by trade, and a re
markable performer on the jews-harp.
I cared nothing for him. But I cared
a great deal for the much more formid
able person who was behind him, the
bosom friend of Moriarity, the man
who dropped the rocks over the cliff,
the most cunning and dangerous crim
inal in London. This Is the man who
is after me tonight, Watson, and that
is the man who is quite unaware that
we are after him.”
My friend's plans were gradually re
vealing themselves. From this conveni
ent retreat, the watchers were being
watched and the trackers tracked. That
angular shadow up yonder was the
bait and we were the hunters. In
silence we stood together in the dark
ness and watched the hurrying fig
ures who passed and repassed in front
of us. Holmes was silent and motion
less; but I could tell that he was keen
ly alert, and that his eyes were fixed
intently upon the stream of passers
by. It was a bleak and boisterous
night, and the wind whistled shrilly
down the long street. Many people
were moving to and fro, mos. of them
mufflecj in their coats and cravats.
Once or twice it seemed to me that I
had seen the same figure before, and
I especially noticed two men who ap
peared to be sheltering themselves in
the doorway of a house some distance
up the street. I tried to draw my com
panion's attention tp them; but he
gave a little ejaculation of impatience,
and continued to stare into the street;.
More than once he fidgeted with his
feet and tapped rapidly with his fingers
upon the wall. It was evident to me
that he was becoming, uneasy, and that
his plans were not working altogether
as he had hoped. At last, as midnight
approached and the street gradually
cleared, he paced up and cjown the
room in uncontrollable agitation. I was
about to make some remark to him.
when I raised my eyes to the lighted
window, nnrl again experienced almost
ns great a surprise us before. I clutched
Holmes' arm and pointed upwards.
"The shadow has moved.” I cried.
(Continued Next Week)
Support That Comes High.
Hartford, Conn. Courant: Russian
credit has been supported during this
week in the usual manner—by buying
with state money such securities as
| have been pushed to a sale and thus
keeping the price up. That is a costly
and dangerous method, but it is the
only way open to Russia in this emer
gency. The effect, of course, is only
temporary. Germany and France are
plastered with Russian state securities,
given for borrowed money, and every
time a holder of these wishes for any
reason to turn his puper into cash he
Is confronted with a public not eager
to buy. The effect of all this upon the
business of Europe can not fall to he
hurtful—how hurtful only time can
show.
m
It Is autumn. A sister is standing
i m her cell in the convent near a win
dow that overlooks the sea. A letter
j is in her trembling hands, and a pained
expression on her tear-stained face.
sShe reads the letter again and again,
■then puts it in the pocket of her sable
gown and gazes sadly at the sun that
,is slowly dying in the west with a
golden sea of glory around it.
The letter is from her lover of for
mer days, when their two hearts were
bound in one. It is an appeal of elo
quence to her—to forsake the con
vent and to marry him. He is sorry
for what he has done, and only awaits
the golden chance to throw himself at
her feet—there to pour out the oceans
of his repentance. He is waiting for
her in his carriage outside the monas
tery’s walls. He will wait for her till
the sun has vanished, and if she fails
to come then he will know' she will not
forsake the convent for him.
A nightingale Is thrilling his lay in
the woods; the sister hears it and looks
once more at the sun that is slowly
I disappearing in the west. She looks
I at the letter again; then opens her
trunk and begins to pack it hastily,
j There is a sort of determination in her
I movements. Suddenly she pauses in
her work and listens, for the nightin
gale is singing as bird never sang be
I fore. She looks out of the window and
observes a few pearly clouds collect in
to a body and remain motionless. The
wavelets of the sea cease their danc
ing. Not a sound is heard save the
Singing of the bird beyond. Even the
winds are silent.
"Surely,” thinks the sister, "all na
ture is listening to those heavenly
notes.” A ray of the setting sun shoots
into the cell; it falls on a small crucifix
that is standing upon the table and
throws its shadow across the trunk,
which the sister is packing. A gentle
expression comes into her face. A
thought rises in her bosom which she
cannot Tightly analyze, but the thought
has some connection with the crucifix
and the vows she has made. Then there
comes the sound of the convent bells—
their mournful tones proclaiming the
vesper hour. The nightingale stops
singing; the sun goes down; the sister
tears the letter in shreds and throws
them in the fire. She sees her lo-ver’s
(carriage disappear among the hills and
then sinks upon her knees before the
crucifix, her hands clasped over her
(trembling bosom.
And all is dark and silent in the cell.
The nightingale has sung its paean
j of glory; the convent bells have rung
1 clear and sweet through the tempest in
her heart and called her back to the
•path of duty.
Ring on, ye glorious convent bells’
Echo your beautiful hymns, for the
evening is mild and robed with glit
tering stars and crowned with cres
cent moon.
Horror!
From Judge.
It was a church sociable, and for the
entertainment and instruction of the
guests the committee had prepared some
slips of paper on which were printed a
word puzzle—that is, a little story was
told, with certain words Indicated by
banks. The guests were expected to fill
in the blanks with the proper words, and
the one succeeding in guessing nearest
the total number of words correctly should
have the prize. After the slips had been
filled they were read by their holders. In.
its puzzle shape the slip bore something
like this:
“Near the waters of the Mediterranean.
a - old man wearing a - ragged
coat was walking along the - way.
He was approached by a - man who
asked him, “What is your-national
ity'? To which the —-old man replied,
‘Go to-and you will find out.’ Where
at the-man,” etc., etc.
Most of the contestants had succeeded In
filling the blanks so lhat the anecdote
read pleasingly—some them were even
funny; but the shocking surprise of the
evening came when the young son of the
local livery man arose and read his effort*
He was stopped after the second sentence,
it being evident that he had not thorough
ly grasped the proposition. He had re
placed the blanks with swear words.
When Irving Was Turned Down.
From Harper’s Weekly.
Bram Stoker, who for many years was
connected with the management of the late
Sir Henry Irving, tells of an amusing
incident which occurred during the play
er’s tour of the middle west.
It appears that Irving, in order to break
a “long jump” from Chicago to another
city, was desirous of securing for one
night the theater of a town in Indiana.
Accordingly, Stoker wired the indi
vidual who was both proprietor and man
ager of the playhouse in question, request-,
ing that Sir Hery be given a night’s en«
gagement.
In a short while Mr. Stocker received the
following: “Does Irving parade?” When
shown this, the distinguished Briton was
much amused. He directed Stoker to reply
that “Irving was a tragedian, not a min
strel.”
The further reply came, “Don’t want
Irving unless he parades.”
A North Country Creditor.
From Judy.
A small girl recently entered a grocer's
shop in one of the suburbs of a large town
in the north of England and said to the
shopkeeper in a shrill voice: “Please, sir,
I wast ’arf a pound of butter and#penn’
orth of cheese, and mother sez she’ll send
a shilling in when father comes home.”
“All right,” replied the man, who was
used to this sort of request. “But,” con
tinued the child, “mother wants the
change, co3 she’s got to put a penny in the
gas meter.”
31 Boxes of Gold
300 Boxes of Greenbacks
For the most words made
up from these letters
V = I = O - Grape = Nuts
331 people will earn these prizes
| Around the fireside or about the
| well-lighted family reading table dur
ing the winter evenings the children
and grown-ups can play with tlieir
wits and see how many words can be
made.
20 people making the greatest num
ber of words will each receive a little
box containing.a $10 gold piece.
10 people will each win one box con
taining a $5 gold piece.
300 people will each win a box con
taining $1 in paper money and one
person who makes the highest number
of words over all contestants will re
ceive a box containing $100 in gold.
It is really a most fascinating bit of
fun to take up the list evening after
evening and see how many words can
be added.
A few rules are necessary for abso
lute fair play.
Any word authorized by Webster’s
dictionary will be counted, but no
name of person. Both tb'> singular
and plural can be used, as % r instance
"grape” and ‘‘grapes.’’
The letters in ‘Y-I-O-Grape-Nuts”
may be repeated in the same word.
Geographical names authorized by
Webster will be counted.
Arrange the words in alphabetical
classes, all those beginning with A to
gether and those beginning with E to
come under E, etc.
When you are writing down the
words leave some spaces, in the A, E,
and other columns to fill in later as
new words come to you, for they will
spring into mind every evening.
It is almost certain that some con
testants will tie with others. In such
cases a prize identical in value and
character with that offered in that
class shall be awarded to each. Each
one will be requested to send with the
list of words a plainly written letter
describing the advantages of Grape
Nuts, but the contestant is not re
quired to purchase a pkg. These let
ters are not to contain poetry, or fan
cy flourishes, but simple, truthful
statements of fact. For illustration:
A person may have experienced some
incipient or chronic nils traceable to
unwise selection of food that failed to
give the body and brain the energy,
health and power desired. Seeking bet
ter conditions a change in food is made
and Grape-Nuts and cream used in
place of tlie former diet. Suppose one
quits the meat, fried potatoes, starchy,
sticky messes of half-cooked oats or
wheat and cuts out the coffee. Try,
say. for breakfast a bit of fruit, a dish
of Grape-Nuts and cream, two soft
boiled eggs, a slice of hard toast and
a cup of Postum Food Coffee. Some
amateur says: “A man would faint
away on that,” but, my dear friend,
we will put dollars to your pennies
%
that the noon hour will find a man
on our breakfast huskier and with a
stronger heart-beat and clearer work
ing brain than he ever had on the old
diet.
Suppose, if you have nevej, really
made a move for absolutely clean
health that pushes you along each day
with a spring in your step and a re
serve vigor in muscle and brain that
makes the doing of things a pleasure,
you join the army of “plain old com
mon sense" and start in now. Then
after you have been 2 or 3 weeks on
the Grape-Nuts training you write a
statement of how you used to be and
how you are now. The simple facts
will interest others and surpris^ your
self. We never publish names ex’cept
on permission, but we often tell the
facts in the newspapers and when re
quested give the names by private let
ter.
There is plenty of time to get per
sonal experience with Grape-Nuts and
write a sensible, truthful letter to be
sent in with the list of words, as the
contest does not close until April .30,
1906. So start in as soon as you tike
to building words, and start In using
Grape-Nuts. ~ Cut this statement ooit
and keep the letters Y-I-O-GrapeJ^uts
before you and when you write'<yf>ur
letter you will have some reason, to
write on the subject, “Why I Owe
Grape-Nuts.”
Remember 331 persons will win
prizes, which will be awarded in an
exact and just manner as soon as'the
list can be counted after April 30,
1906. Every contestant will be sent a
printed list of names and addresses of
winners on application, in order to
have proof that the prizes are sent as
agreed. The company is well known
all over the world for absolute fidelity
to its agreements and every single one
of the 331 winners may depend on re
ceiving the prize won.
Many persons might feel it useless
to contest, but when one remembers
the great number of prizes—(331)—the
curiosity of seeing how many words
can really bo made up evening after
evening and the gQod, natural fun and
education in the competition, it seems
worth the trial; there is no cost, noth
ing to lose and a fine opportunity to
win one of the many boxes of gold or
greenbacks.
We make the prediction that some
who win a prize of gold or greenbacks
will also win back health and strength
worth more to them than a wagon full
of money prizes.
There are no preliminaries, cut out
this statement and go at it, and sgnd
in the list and letter before AprllrSO,
1906, to Tost tun Cereal Co., Ltd., Bat
tle Creek, Mich., and let your name
and address be plainly written.
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