[The Return of Sherlock Holmes
BY A. CONAN DOYLE.
Cppyrijbt. 1903, Copyright, 1933.
|y \ T-*-]•*- end Cellier's Weekly. by McCIare, Phillips 41 Co.
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IV—THE ADVENTURE OF THE
SOLITARY CYCLIST.—Continued
1 confess that I had not up to now
taken a ■very serious view of Iho case,
which had seemed to me rather gro
tesque and bizarre than dangerous,
that n man should lie In wait for and
follow a very handsome woman la no
unheard of thing, and If he has so
little andarity that he not only dared
not address her, but even fled from her
approach, he was not a very formidable
assailant. The ruffian Woodley was a
very different person, but. except on
one occasion, he has not molested our
client, and now he visited the house of
Carruthen without Intruding upon her
presence. The man on the bicycle was
doubtless a member of those week-end
parties at the hall of which the publi
can had spoken, but who he was, or
what be wanted, was as obscure as
ever. It was the severity of Holmes'
manner, and the fact that he slipped
a revolver Into his pocket, before leav
ing our rooms which Impressed me
with the feeling that tragedy might
prove to lurk behind this curious train
of even la
A rainy night had been folowed by
» gtorUniB morning, and the heath cov
ered eomrtry side, with the glowing
dumps nl flowering gorse, seemed all
the moor* beautiful to eyes which were
weary «ff the duns and drabs and slate
greys of Ismdon. Holmes and I walked
«toug the broad, sandy road Inhaling
the fresh morning air, and rejoicing
in the music of the birds and the fresh
breath off spring. From a rise of the
road on the shoulder of Crooksbury
hill, we could see the grim hall bristling
out Crass amidst the ancient oaks,
which, old ns they were, were still
younger than the building which they
surrounded. Holmes pointed down
the hrsg tract of road, which wound, a
reddish yellow band, between the
brown of the heath and the budding
green of the woods. Far away, a black
dot. we could see a vehicle moving In
our direct)nn Holmes gave an ex
clamotlrrrj of impatience.
“I hare given a margin of half an
hour.” euhf he. ‘‘if that Is her trap,
ehe must be making for the earlier
train. 9 fear, Watson, that she will be
Post OurrUngton before we can pos
sibly meet her."
From the Instant that we passed the
rise, we could no longer see the ve
hicle. but we hastened onwards at such
m pace Shat my sendentary life began
to ten Upon me, and I was compelled
to Ml behind. Holmes, however, was
alwaya *» training, for he had Inex
haustible stares of nervous energy upon
which to -drew. His springy step never
■lowed oird suddenly, when he was a
hundred yards In front of me, he halt
ed, and 3 saw him throw up hts hand
with a gesture of grief and despair. At
the sunn Instant an empty dog cart,
the home cantering, the reins trailing,
appeared around the curve of the road
end rattled swiftly toward us.
“Too 3at* Watson, too late!” cried
Holme* as l ran panting to his side.
Tettl that .1 was, not to allow for that
euitter train! It's abduction. Watson
—abdncUea! Murder! Heaven knows
wheel! Stock the road! Stop the
home? That’s right. Now, Jump in,
•ad Jet us ace If 1 can repair the conse
gtHmcra of my own blunder."
We had sprung Into the dog cart, and
Holme* alter turning the horse, gave
It a a harp rat with the whip, and we
flew bark along the road. As we
turned the curve, the whole stretch of
road between the hall and the heath
wee oprasi up. I grasped Holmes'
arm.
Thera me man!” I gasped.
A aolkary cyclist was coming to
wards a* His head was down nnd his
shoulder* sounded, ns he put every
ounce of energy that he possessed onto
the pedal* He was flying like a racer.
Suddenly he raised his bearded fate,
aaw ne close to him, and pulled up,
springing from the machine. That
cael-ttlarh beard was In singular con
trast to the pallor of his face, and his
eyes wees a» bright as If he had a
3evet. He stared at ua and at the dog
cart. Then a look of amazement came
over Ms fare.
"Halloa! Stop there!” he shouted,
holding 30a bicycle to block our road.
‘■Where did you get that dog cart?
Pull up. man!” he yelled, drawing a
pistol fteaa Ms aide pocket. “Pull up,
I say. ot, by George, I'll put a bullet
Into poor tone.”
Hoboes threw the reins Into my lap,
and aprasg down from the cart.
“Tow's* the man we want to see.
Where to Mtea Violet Smith?” he said,
111 hts gdrt, clear way.
"That's what I'm asking you. You’re
In her dog cart. Tou ought to know
where itihe 5*”
“We me* the dog cart on the road.
There was no one in It. We drove back
to help the young lady.”
"Good1 havdr Good! Lord! what shall
Ido!" tries the stranger, In an ecstasy
ordeopair. They’ve got her, that hell
hound Woodley and the blackguard
pa mem. Come. man. come. If you really
•re her fltrod. Stand by me and we'll
•are her. if 1 have to leave my carcass
hi Cheeftogfen wood.”
He ran distractedly, his pistol In
hand, towards a gup in the hedge.
Holmes followed him, and I, leaving the
tone grarabtg beside the road, followed
Holme*
“TMe 3a where they came through,”
•old be. pointing to the marks of sever
al feat open the muddy path. ••Hal
loa? KU'p a minute! Who's this In
the Swab"
It vm at young fellow about seven -
tee*. thnoHl like an ostler, with
leather madb and gaiters. He lay upon
Mb hack. Mb knees drawn up. a ter
rible rat upon ills head. He was In
anuttle. hat alive. A glance at his
wotmd lokJ me that It had not pene
trated the hone.
ThaflB Mtier, the groom," cried the
stranger. “He drove her. The beasts
have iwlttfl him off and clubbed him.
Lei Ua Be; we can’t do him any good,
bat tee way save her from the worst
fate that can befall a woman.”
tk'e ran frantically down the path,
which mad among the trees. We had
coached the ahrubbery which surround
ed the hooae When Holmes pulled up.
They didn't go to the house. Here
are tfcrir marks on the left—here, be
•tde he laurel bushes. Ah! I said so.”
Aa he Bfwfee, a woman’s shrill scream
—a acnata which vibrated with a
freaaor t«f horror—hurst from the thick,
S'«n«> chiHsp «f bushes In front of us.
It ended suddenly on Its highest note
with a choke and a gurgle.
“Tbo way! This way! They are
In the heading alley," cried the stran
B». dtiteltig, through the bushes. "Ah,
the (nuSjr dogs! Follow me, gen
tleawa! Tea late! too late! by the liv
W* had broken suddenly Into a
loveijr glade ef greensward surrounded
by aaeleei trees. On the farther side
of ft wader the shadow of a mighty
odh, there stood a singular group of
tktae people. One was a woman, our
client, drooping and faint, a handker
chief around her mouth. Opposite her
stood a brutal, heavy faced, red mus
tached young man, his galtered legs
parted wide, one arm akimbo, the other
waving a riding crop, his whole atti
tude suggestive of triumphant bravado.
Between them an elderly, grey bearded
man, wearing u short surplice over a
light tweed suit, had evidently just
completed the wedding service, for he
pocketed his prayer book as we ap
peared, and slapped the sinister bride
groom upon the back in jovial con
gratuation.
"They're married!" I gasped.
"Come on!” cried our guide; "come
on!” He rushed across the glade,
Holmes and I at Ills heels. As we ap
proached, the lady staggered against
the trunk of the tree for support. Wil
liamson, tlie ex-clergyman, bowed to us
with mock politeness, and the bully,
Woodley, advanced with a shout of
brutal and exhultant laughter.
“You can take your beard off. Bob.”
said he. "I know you, right enough.
Well, you and your pals have just come
in time for me to be able to intro
duce you to Mrs. Woodley.”
Our guide's answer was a singular
one. He snatched off the dark bpard
which had disguised him and threw it
on the ground, disclosing a long, sal
low, clean shaven face below It. Then
lie raised his revolver and covered the
young ruillan, who was advancing upon
him with his dangerous riding crop
swinging In his hand.
“Yes,” said our ally, “I am Bob Car
ruthers. and I'll see this woman right
ed, if I have to swing for it. I told you
what I'd do If you molested her, and,
by the Lord! I’ll be as good as my
word."
"ioure too late. She's my wife."
“No, she’s your widow.”
His revolver cracked, and I saw the
blood spurt from the front of Wood
ley’s waistcoat. He spun around with
a scream and fell upon his back, his
hideous red face turning suddenly to
a dreadful mottled pallor. The old
man, still clad In his surplice, burst
Into such a string of foul oaths as I
have never heard, and pulled out a re
volver of hts own, but, before he could
raise it, he was looking down the bar
rel of Holmes' weapon.
"Enough of this," said my friend,
coldly. "Drop that pistol! Watson,
pick It up! Hold it to his head!
Thank you. You, Carruthers, give me
that revolver. We'll have no more vio
lence. Come, hand It over!”
"Who are you, then?"
"My name is Sherlock Holmes.”
"Good laird!"
"You have heard of me, I see. I will
represent the official police until their
arrival. Here, you!" he shouted to a
frightened groom, who had appeared at
the edge of the glade. “Come here.
Take fids note, as hard as you can ride,
to l'arnharn." He scribbled a few
words upon a leaf from his note book.
"Give It to the superintendent at the
police station. Until he comes, I must
detain you all under my personal cus
tody."
The strong, masterful personality of
Holmes dominated the tragic scene,
and all were equally puppets In his
hands. Williamson and Carruthers
found themselves carrying the wound
ed Woodley Into the house, and I gave
my arm to the frightened girl. The in
jured man was laid on his bed. and at
Holmes’ request I examined him. I
carried my report to where he sat In
the old tapestry hung dining room with
his two prisoners before him.
"He will live," said I.
"What!" cried Carruthers. springing
out of his chair. "I'll go upstairs and
finish him first. Do you tell me that
that girl, that angel, is to be tied to
Hearing Jack Woodley for life?"
“You need not concern yourself about
that,” said Holmes. “There are two
very good reasons why she should, un
der no circumstances, be his wife. In
the first place, we are very safe In
questioning Mr. Williamson's right to
solemnize a marriage.”
"I have been ordained," cried the old
rascal.
"And also unfrocked."
“Once a clergyman, always a clergy
man."
"I think not. How about the license?"
“We had a licence for the marriage.
I have It here In my pocket."
"Then you got It by a trick. But, in
any case, a forced marriage is no mar
riage, but it Is a very serious felony,
as you will discover before vou have
finished. You'll have time to think the
point out during the next ten years or
so, unless I am mistaken. As' to vou,
Carruthers, you would have done bet
ter to keep your pistol In your pocket."
"I begin to think so, Mr. Holmes, but i
when I thought of all the precaution 1
had taken to shield this girl—for I I
loved her, Mr. Holmes, and It the only ■
time that ever I knew what love was -
It fairly drove me mad to think that
she was in the power of the greatest 1
brute and bully in South Africa—a
man whose name Is a holy terror from
Kimberley to Johannesburg. Why, Mr
Holmes, you'11 hardly believe it, but
ever since that girl hus been In my em
ployment l never once let her go past
this house, where I knew the rascals
wete lurking, without following her on
my bicycle, Just to see that she cann
to no harm. I kept my distance from
her, and I wore a beard, so that shi
should not recognize me, for she is a
good and high spirited girl, and shi
wouldn't have stayed in my employ- i
rnent long had she thought that I was
following her about the country roads."
"Why didn't you tell her of her duri- j
ser?"
“Because, then, again, she would
have left me. and I couldn’t bear to 1
i Husband—I read that If one wears
; diamonds and rubies it will atop rheu
! mat ism.
I Wife—1 shall sea the doctor In the
I ...undid;.
face that. Even if she couldn’t love
me, it was a great deal to me just to
see her dainty form about the house,
and to hear the sound of her voice.”
“Well, said I, "you call that love, Mr.
Carruthers, but I should call It self
ishness.”
"Maybe the two things go together.
Anyhow. I couldn’t let her go. Besides,
with this crowd about, it wan well that
she should have someone near to look
after her. Then, when the cable came,
I knew they were bound to make a
move.”
“What cable?”
Carruthers took a telegram from his
pocket.
"That’s It,” said he.
It was short and concise :
"The old man is dead.”
"Hum!” said Holmes. “I think I see
how things worked, and I can under
stand how this message would, as you
say, bring them to a head. But while
you wait, you might tell me what you
can.”
The old reprobate with the surplice
burst into a volley of bad language.
“By heaven!” said he, “If you squeal
on us, Bob Carruthers, I'll serve you as
you served Jack Woodley. You can
bleat about the girl to your heart’s
content, for that’s your own affair, but
if you round on your pals to this plain
clothes copper, it will be the worst
day's work ihat ever you did.”
"Your reverence need not be excited,"
said Holmes, lighting a cigarette. “The
case is clear enough against you, and
all I ask is for a few details for my
private curiosity. However, if there's
any difficulty in your telling me, I’ll do
the talking, arid then you will see how
far you have a chance of holding back
your secrets. In the first place, three
of you came from South Africa on this
game—you, Williamson, you Car
ruthers. and Woodley.”
“Ide number one.” said the old man:
"I never saw either of them until two
months ago, and 1 have never been In
Africa in my life, so you can put that
in your pipe and smoke it, Mr. Busy
body Holmes!"
“What lie says is trup," said Car
rumors.
"Well, well, two r? you came over.
His reverence is our own home made
article. You had known Ralph Smith
In South Africa. You had reason to
believe that he would not live so long.
You found out that his niece would In
herit his fortune. How’s that—-eh?”
Carrulhers and Williamson swore.
"She was next of kin, no doubt, and
you were aware that the old fellow
would make no will.
“Couldn’t read or write,” said Car
ruthers.
"So you came over, the two of you,
and hunted up the girl. The idea was
that one ol' you was to marry her, and
the other have a share of the plunder.
For some reason Woodley was chosen
as the husband. Why was that?”
“We played cards for her on the voy
age. He won.”
"I see. You got the young lady Into
your service, and there Woodley was to
do the courting. She recognized the
drunken brute that he was, and would
have nothing to do with him. Mean
while, your arrangement was rather
upset by the fact that you had your
self fallen in love with the lady. You
could no longer bear the Idea of this
ruffian owning her?”
"No, by George, I couldn't!”
"There was a quarrel between you.
He left you in a rage, and began to
make his own plans independently of
you.”
“It strikes me, Williamson, that
there isn't very much that we can tell
this gentleman," cried Carrulhers, with
a bitter laugh. “Yes, we quarreled,
and he knocked me down. I am level
with him on that, anyhow. Then I lost
sight of him. That was when ho picked
up with this cast padre here. I
found tlfat they had set up housekeep
ing together at this place on the line
that she had to pass for the station.
I kept my eye on her after that, for I
knew there was some deviltry in the
wind. I saw them front time to time,
for I was anxious to know what they
were after. Two days ago Woodley
canto up to my house with (his cable,
which showed that Ralph Smith was
dead. He asked me if 1 would stand
by the bargain. I said 1 would not.
He asked me if I would marry the girl
myself, and give him a share. I said I
would willingly do so but that she
would not have me. lie said. ‘Let us
get her married first, and after a week
or two she may sec things a bit differ
ent.' I said 1 would have nothing tn do
with violence. So he went off cursing,
like the foul mouthed blackguard that
he was, and swearing that he would
have her yet. She was leaving me this
week-end, and I had got a trap to take
her to the station, but I was so uneasy
in my mind that I followed her on my
bicycle. She had got a start, however,
and before I could catch her the mischief
was done. The first thing I knew
about it was when I saw you two gen
tlemen driving back in her dog cart.”
Holmes rose and tossed the end of his
cigarette Into the grate. “I have been
very obtuse, Watson,” said he. “When
In your report you said that you had
seen the cyclist as you thought ar
range his necktie in the shrubbery, that
alone should have told mo all. How
ever. wo may congratulate ourselves
upon a curious, and, in some respects, a
unique case. I perceive three of the
county constabulary in the drive, and
i am glad to see that the little ostler
is able to keep pace with them, sc, it j»
likely that neither it" nor the interest
ing bridegroom will be permanently
damaged by their morning’s adven
tures. I think. Watson, that in your
medical capacity, you might wait upon
Miss Smith and tell her that If she is
sufficiently recovered, we shall be
happy to escort her to her mother's
home. If she is not quite convalescent,
•ou will find that a hint that we were
■ bout to telegraph to a young olec
t'ician in the Midlands, would probably
oruplote the cure. As to you, Mr.
arruthers, I think that you have done
what you could to make amends for
your share In an evil plot. There in my
card, sir, and if my evidence can he of
help to you in your trial, it shall Pl
at your disposal.”
Tn the whir! ot our Incessant ncti'ity
it lm« often been difficult for me, us t!m
reader has probably observed, to round
oft my narratives, and to give those
final details which the curious might
expect. Kach case lias been the pre
lude of another, and the crisis once
over, the actors have passed forever
out of our busy lives. I find, however,
a short note at the end of mv manu
script dealing with this case, in which
I have put it upon record that Miss
Violet Smith did indeed Inherit n large
fortune, and that she is now the wife
of b'yrll Morton, the senior partner of
Morton & Kennedy, the famous West
minster electricians. Wimamsou and
Woodley were both, tried for abduction
and assault, the former gel ting seven
years and the latter ten. ."if the fate
of Carruthers, I have no record, but
I am sure that ids assault was not
viewed very gravely by the court, since
Woodley had the reputation of being
a most dangerous rullian. and I think
that a few- months were sufficient to
satisfy life demands of juslice.
(Continued Next Weckj *
Queen Kiena of Italy is said to ho-'
Hevo in the Montenegrin superstlUtiou
that it is unlucky for a child to sleep
in a room into which any light p .ne.
trates and light-proof shutters arc the
order in the nursery at Home.
LILLIAN RUSSELL
TAKES TO DRAMA
Will Star Next Season in “The Happi
ness of Women”—Keep Pace With
Marie Tempest.
New York special: IJllian Russell
Is to emulate Marie Tempest, forsake
her top notes, give up comic opera and
become a legitimate dramatic star in
i light comedy. The news made Broad
\ way blink with wonder today and
caused the facade of the Casino to as
sume a disconsolate expression.
A few of the unregenerate ones
I winked the other eye incredulously.
Others accepted it as the inevitable.
"And I.illian Russell a grandmother!"
--which she is not—was all they said.
Klaw & Krlanger confirmed the re
port. "Marie Tempest is not the only
prlma donna who can make the Jump
from comic opera to the legitimate,"
they said. “Lillian’s ours!”
This is the way it happened: Miss
Russell, tiring of comic opera, did bur
lesque for two seasons at Weber &
Fields’. Then came her starring ven
ture in the operatic version of "The
School for Scandal," in which she
showed a hitherto unsuspected talent
_ . ... , . ... ■ t
for straight comedy parts. Meanwhile]
Marie Tempest, Miss Russell's old op-,
eratlc rival, had made a success in
"The Marriage of Kitty,” and it gave
Klaw & Erlanger an idea. So yester
day they signed Miss Russell as a star
and announced that they would open
the season at the Savoy theater by pre
senting her in "The Happiness of
Women,” an English adaptation.
If you made no mistakes in 1905 in
garden and fruit orchard you were for
tunate. It might be well to remember
that one swallow does not make a sum
mer.
Rise Liars,
And Salute Your Queen
Ho, All Ye Faithful Followers of Ananias
GIVE EAR!
A Young Girl said to a Cooking School Teacher in New York: “If You
make One Statement as False as That, AH You have said
about Foods is Absolutely Unreliable.”
This burst of true American girl in
dignation was caused by the teacher
saying that Grape-Nuts, the popular
pre-digested food, was made of stale
bread shipped in and sweetened.
The teacher colored up and changed
the subject.
There Is quite an assortment of trav
eling and stay-at-home members of the
tribe of Ananias who tell their false
hoods for a variety of reasons.
In the spring it Is the custom on a
cattle ranch to have a “round up,” and
brand the cattle, so we are going to
have a “round up,” and brand these:,
cattle and place them In their proper
oastures.
FIRST PASTURE.
Cooking school teachers—this
includes "teachers” who have ap
plied to us for a weekly pay If
they would say "something nice”
about Grape-Nuts and Postum,
and when we have declined to
hire them to do this they get
waspy and show their true colors.
This also includes "demonstra
tors” and "lecturers” sent out by
a certain Sanitarium to sell foods
made there, and these people in
structed by the small-be-whisker
ed-doctor—the head of the insti
tution—to tell these prevarica
tions (you can speak the strong
er word if you like). This same
little doctor conducts a small
magazine in which there is a de
partment of "answers to corre
spondents,” many of the questions
as well as answers being written
by the aforesaid doctor:
In this column sometime ago
appeared the statement: "No,
we cannot recommend the use of
Grape-Nuts, for it Is nothing but
bread with glucose poured over
it.” Right then he showed his
badge ns a member of the tribe
of Ananias. He may have been
a member for some time before,
and so he has caused these "lec
turers” to descend Into the ways
of the tribe wherever they go.
When the young lady in New
York put the "iron on” to this
"teacher” and branded her right
we sent $10.00 to the girl for her
pluck and bravery.
SECOND PASTURE.
Editors of "Trade" papers
known as grocers' papers.
Remember, we don't put the
brand on all, by any means. Only
those that require it. These
members of the tribe have de
manded that wo carry advertis
ing in their papers and when we
do not consider it advisable they
institute a campaign of vitupera
tion and slander, printing from
time to time manufactured slurs
on Postum or Grape-Nuts. When
they go far enough we set our
legal force at work and bale them
to the Judge to answer. If the
pace has been hot enough to
throw some of these ‘’001110" over
on their hacks, feet tied and “bel
lowing,” do you think we should
be blamed? They gambol around
with tails held high and Jump
stiff legged with a very "cocky"
air while they have full range,
but when tlie rope is thrown over
them "it’s different.”
Should we untie them because
they bleat soft and low? Or
should we put the iron on, so
that people will know the brand?
Let's keep them in this pasture,
anyhow.
THIRD PASTURE.
Now we come to a frisky lot,
the “Labor Union" editors. You
know down In Texas a weed call
ed “Loco” is sometimes eaten by
a steer and produces a derange
ment of the brain that makes the
steer “batty” or crazy. Many of
these editors are “Locoed” from
hate of anyone who will not in
stantly obey the “demands” of a
labor union and it is the univer
sal habit of such writers to go
straight into a system of person
al vilification, manufacturing
! any sort of falsehood through
which to vent their spleen. We
assert that the common citizen
has. a right to live and breathe
air without asking permission of
the labor trust and this has
brought down on us the hate of
these editors. When they go far
enough with their libels, is it
harsh for us to get judgments
against them and have our law
yers watch l'or a chance to attach
money due them from others?
(For they are usually irrespon
sible.)
Keep your eye out for the “Lo
coed” editor.
Now let all these choice specimens
take notice:
We will deposit one thousand or fifty
thousand dollars to be covered by a
like amount from them, or any one of
them, and if there was ever one ounce
of old bread or any other ingredient
different than our selected wheat and
barley with a little salt and yeast used
in the making of Grape-Nuts, we will
lose the money.
Our pure food factories are open at
all times to visitors, and thousands pass
through each month, inspecting every
department and every process. Our
factories are so clean that one could,
with good relish, eat a meal from the
floors.
The work people, both men and wom
en, are of the highest grade in the state
of Michigan, and according to the state
labor reports, are the highest paid in
the state for similar work.
Let us tell you exactly what you will
see when you inspect the manufacture
of Grape-Nuts. You will find tremen
dous elevators containing the choicest
wheat and barley possible to buy. These
grains nre carried through long convey
ers to grinding mills, and there convert
ed into flour. Then the machines make
selection of the proper quantities of this
flour in the proper proportion and these
parts are blended into a general flour
which passes over to the big dough mir
ing machines, there water, salt and a
little yeast are added and the dough
kneaded the proper length of time.
Remember that previous to the barley
having been ground it was passed
through about one hundred hours of
soaking in water, then placed on warm
floors and slightly sprouted, developing
the diastase in the barley, which
changes the starch in the grain into a
form of sugar.
Now after we lmve passed it into
dough and it has been kneaded long
enough, it Is moulded by machinery into
loaves nbout 18 inches long and 5 or (i
inches in diameter. It is put Into this
shape for convenience in sc.-oncl cook
Ing.
These great loaves are sliced by ma
chinery and the slices placed on wire
trays, these trays, in turn, placed on
great steel trucks, and rolled into the
secondary ovens, each perhaps 75 or SO
feet long. There the food is subjected
to a long low heat and the starch which
has not been heretofore transformed, is
turned into a form of sugar generally
known ns Post Sugar. It can be seen
glistening on the granules of Grape
Nuts if held toward the light, and this
sugar is not poured over or put on the
food as these prevaricators ignorantly
assert. On the contrary the sugar ev
ades from the interior of each little
granule during the process of manu
facture, ami reminds one of the little
white particles of sugar that come out
on the end of a hickory log after it has
been sawed off and allowed to stand for
a length of time.
This Post Sugar is the most digest
ible food known for human use. It is
so perfect in its adaptability that moth
ers with very young infants will |iour
a little warm milk over two or three
spoonfuls of Grape-Nuts, thus washing
the sugar off from the granules and car
rying It with the milk to the bottom of
tlie dish. Then this milk charged with
Post Sugar Is fed to the Infants pro
ducing the most satisfactory results, for
the baby has food that it can digest
quickly and will go off to sleep well fed
and contented.
When baby gets two or three months
old it is the custom of some mothers to
allow the Grape-Nuts to soak is the
milk a little longer and become mushy,
whereupon a little of the food can be
fed in addition to the milk containing
the washed off sugar.
It is by no means manufactured for
a baby food, but these facts are stated
as an illustration of a perfectly digest
ible food.
It furnishes the energy and strength
for the great athletes. It is in common
use by physicians in their own families
and among their patients, and can bo
seen on the table of every first-class col
lege in the land.
We quote from the London Lancet
analysis as follows;
"The basis of nomenclature of this
preparation is evidently an American
pleasantry, since ‘Grape-Nuts’ is derived
solely from cereals. The preparatory
process undoubtedly converts the food
constituents into a much more digest
ible condition than in the raw cereal.
This is evident from the remarkable
solubility of the preparation, no less
than one-half of it being soluble in cold
water. The soluble part contains chiefly
dextrih and no starch. In appearance
‘Grape-Nuts’ resembles fried bread
crumbs. The grains are brown and
crisp, with a pleasant taste not unlike
slightly burnt malt. According to our
analysis the following is the composi
tion of ‘Grape-Nuts’; Moisture, 6.02
per cent; mineral matter, 2.01 per cent;
fat, 1.60 per cent; proteids, 15.00 per
cent; soluble carbohydrates, &<•.. 49.40
per cent; and unaltered carbohydrates
(insoluble). 25.97 per cent. The fea
tures worthy of note in this analysis
are the excellent proportion of proteid,
mineral maters, and soluble carbohy
drates per cent. The mineral matter
was rich in phosphoric acid. ‘Grape
Nuts’ is described as a brain and nerve
food, whatever that may be. Our analy
sis, at any rate, shows that it is a uutri
tive of a high order, since it contains
the constituents of a complete food in
very satisfactory and rich proportion
and in an easily assimilable state.”
An analysis made by the Canadian
Government some time ago shows that
Grape-Nuts contains nearly ten times
the digestible elements contained in or
dinary cereals, and foods, and nearly
twice the amount contained in any oth
er food analyzed.
The analysis is familiar to practically
every successful physician in America
and London.
We print this statement in order that
tlie public may know the exact facts
upon which we stake our honor and
will back it with any amount of money
that auy person or corporation will put
up.
We propose to follow some of these
choice specimens of the tribe of Ana
nias.
When you hear a cooking school
teacher or any other person assert that
either I’ostum or Grape-Nuts are made
of any other ingredients than those
printed on the packages and ns we say
they are made, send us the name and
address, also name of two or throe wit
nesses, and if the evidence is clear
enough to get a judgment we will right
that wrong quickly.
Our business lias always been con
ducted on as high a grade of human in
telligence as we are capable of, and we
propose to clear the deck or these pro
vnricators and liars whenever and wher
ever they can be found.
Attention is again culled to the gen
eral and broad invitation to visitors to
go through our works, where they will
be shown the most minute process und
device in order that they may under
stand how pure and clean and whole
some Grape-Nuts and I’ostum are.
There is an old saying among busi
ness men that there is some chance to
train a fool, but there Is no room for a
liar, for you never can tell where you
are. and we hereby serve notice on*all
the members of tills ancient tribe of
Ananias that they may follow their
calling in other lines, but when they
put forth their lies about Grape-Nuts
and I’ostum. we propose to give them
an opportunity to answer to tile proper
authorities.
The New York girl wisely said that
if a person would lie about one item. It
brands the whole discourse us abso
lutely unreliable.
Keep your iron ready and brand
these “mavericks” whenever you find
them ruiming loose.
“There’s a Reason” for
Qrape=Nuts and Postum