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¥He Crime of” “'SF-I K tKc Boulevard | CHAPTER VI—Continued. "We photograph a spurious bank note. It is magnified, and by the ab sence of a tiny dot the proof of the al teration is found. On account of the lack of a dot the forger Is detected. The savant Helmholtz was the discov erer of this method of detecting these faults. Two bank notes, one authentic, ihe other a forgery, were placed side by side In a stereoscope of strong mag nifying power, when the faults were at once detected. Helmholtz's experiment probably seemed fantastic to the forger condemned by a stereoscope. Oh, well, today ought not a like experiment on the retina of a dead man’s eye give a like result ? “Instruments have been highly per fected since the time when Dr. Bourion made his experiments, and If the law of human psysiology has not changed the seekers of Invisible causes must have rapidly advanced In their mysterious pursuits. Who knows whether at the Instant of the last agony that the dying person does not put all the Intensity of life Into the retina, giving a hundred fold power to that lfist. supreme look?’’ At this point of his reflections Ber nardet experienced some hesitation. While he was not thoroughly acquaint ed with physiology and philosophy, he had seen so much, so many things; had known so many strange occurrences and had studied many men. He knew— toy he had closely questioned wretches who had been saved from drowning at the very last possible moment, some of whom had attempted suicide, others who had been almost drowned through accident, and each one had told him that his whole life, from his earliest recollection, had flashed through his mind in the instant of mortal agony yes, a whole lifetime in one instant of cerebral excitement. Had savants been able to solve this wonderful mystery? The resume of an existence In one vibration! Was It pos sible? Yet—Bernardet still used the word. Ana wny, in an analogous »cuk»iuu, could not the look of a dying man be seized In an Intensity lasting an In stant, ns memory brought In a single flash so many diverse remembrances? “I know, since It is the Imagination, and that the dead cannot see, while the Image on the retina is a fact, a fact contradicted by wiser men than I." Bernardet thought on these mysteries until his head began to ache. “I shall make myself ill over it," he thought. “And there Is something to be done.” Then In his dusty little room, his brain over excited, he became enthused with one idea. Hts surroundings fell away from him; he saw nothing— everything disappeared—the books, the papers, the walls, the visible objects, as did also the objections, the denials, the demonstrative impossibilities. And absolute conviction seized him to the exclusion of all extraneous surround ings. This conviction was absolute. Instinctive, Irresistible, powerful, filling him with entire faith. "This unknown thing X will find. What is to be done I will do," he de clared to himself. Ho threw the pamphlet on tbe table, arose from his chair and descended to the dining room, where hts wife and children were waiting for him. He rubbed his hand3 with glee, and his face looked Joyous. “Didst thou discover the trail?” Mine. Bernardet asked very simply as a working woman would ask her husband if he had had a good day. The eldest of the little girls rushed toward him. “Papa! My dear little papa!" “My darling!" The child asked her father in a sweet voice, “Art thou satisfied with thy crime, papa?” "We will not talk about that," Ber nardet replied. "To table. After dinner I will develop the pictures which I have taken with my kodak, but let us amuse ourselves now. It Is my fete day. I wish to forget all about busi ness. Let us dine now and be as happy a3 possible.” CHAPTER VII. The murder of M. Rovere, committed In broad daylight In a quarter of Paris filled with life and movement, caused a widespread sensation. There, was so much mystery mixed in the affair. What could be ascertained about the dead man's life was very dramatically written up by Paul Iiodier in a sketch, and this, republished everywhere and : enlarged upon, soon gave to the crime i of the Boulevard de Clichy the Interest of a Judicial romance. All that there was of vulgar curiosity in man awoke as atavistic bestiality at the smell ol blood. What was this M. Rovere. former consul to Buenos Ayres or Havana, amateur collector of objects of vertu, member of the Society of Bibliophiles, where he had not been seen for a long time? What enemy had entered his room for the purpose of cutting his throat. Might he not have been assas sinated by some, thief who knew that I his rooms contained a collection ol I works of art? The fete at Montmarte was often In full blast In front of the house where the murder was oommlt i ted. and among the crowd of ex-prison birds and malefactors who are always 1 attendant upon foreign kirmesses might not some one of them have re turned and committed the crime? Tht j papers took advantage of the occaslor to moralize upon permitting these fetes I to be held in the outlying boulevards I where vice and crime seemed to spring spontaneously from the soil. But no one, not one journal—perhaps by order—spoke of that unknown vis itor whom Monlche called the Individ ual and whom the portress had seer standing beside M. Rovere In front oi the open safe. Paul Rodler in hli sketch scarcely referred to the fact tha justice had a clew Important enougl to penetrate the mastery of the crlm< I and In the end arrest the murderer i and the readers while awaiting devel opments asked what mystery was hid den in this in aider. Monlche at tlmei wore a frightened yet important air He felt that he was an object of curl oslty to many, the center of prejudices The porter and hie wife possessed i terrible secret. They were raised li their own estimation. “We shall appear at the trial," sail Monlche, seeing himself already befor the red robes and holding up his ham to swear that he would tell the trull the whole truth and nothing but th truth. And as they sat together in their lit tie lodge they talked the matter ove i and over and brought up every inciden i i M. Rovere’s life which might have bearing on the case. “Do you remember the young ma i who came one day and insisted on see ing M. le Consul?” “Ah, very well indeed!" said Mo niche. “I had forgotten that one— felt hat, hi-- face bronzed and a dro 1 accent. H<~ had come from away o ; somewhere. He was probably a Span lard." “Some beggar likely, a peer dev whom the consul had known in Amer ica. In the colonies, one knows not where.” "A bad face!” said Monlche. "M. Rovere received him, however, and gave him aid, I remember. If the young man had come often, I should think that he struck the blow, and also, I ought to add, if there was not the other.” “Yes, but there Is the other,” his wife replied. “There Is the one whom I saw standing In front of the coupons and who was looking at those other papers with flashing eyes, I give my word. There Is that one, Moniche, and I am willing to put my hand into the fire and yours, too, Moniche, If It Is not he.” “If he Is the one, he will be found.” “Oh, but If he has disappeared? One disappears very quickly in these days.” “We shall see; we shall see. Justice reigns, and we are here.” He said that "we are here” as a grenadier of the guard before an Important engage ment. They had taken the body to the morgue. At the hour fixed for the autopsy Bernardet arrived. He seemed much excited and asked M. Ginory if since their conversation In M. Rovere’s library he had reflected and decided to permit him to make the experiment— the famous experiment reported for so many years as useless, absurd, almost ridiculous. “With any one but M. Ginory I should not dare to hope," thought the police officer, “but he does not sneer at strange discoveries.” He had brought his photographic ap paratus. that kodak which he declared was more .dangerous to the criminal than a loaded weapon. He had devel oped the negatives which he had taken, and of the three two had come out in good condition. The face of the mur dered man appeared with a clearness which in proofs rendered it formidable as In the reality, and the eyes, those tragic, living eyes, retained their ter rible, accusing expression which the su preme agony had left in them. The light had struck full on the eyes, and they spoke. Bernardet showed the proofs to M. Ginory. They examined them with a magnifying glass, but they showed only the emotion, the agony, the anger, of that last moment. Ber nardet hoped to convince M. Glndry that Bourlon’s experiment was not a failure. u nuts was ine nour named for the autopsy. Twenty minutes be fore Bernardet was at the morgue. He walked restlessly about outside among the spectators. Some were women, young girls, students and children who were hovering about the place hoping that some chance would permit them to satisfy their morbid curiosity and to enter and gaze on those slabs where on lay—swollen, livid, disfigured—the bodies. Never perhaps in his life had the po lice officer been so strongly moved with a desire to succeed. He brought to his tragic task all the ardor of an apostle. It was not the Idea of success, the renown or the possibility of ad vancement which urged him on. It was the Joy, the glory, of aiding prog ress, of attaching his name to a new discovery. He worked for art and the love of art. As he wandered about his sole thought was of his desire to test Dr. Bourion’s experiment, of the real ization of hts dream. “Ah, If M. Gtn ory will only permit!” he thought. As he formulated that hope in his mind he saw M. Glnory descend from the fiacre. He hurried up to him and saluted him respectfully. Seeing Ber nardet so moved and the first one on the spot, he could not repress a smile. "I see you are still enthused." "I have thought of nothing else all night, M. Glnory." "Well, but.” said M. Glnory in a tone which seemed to Bernardet to Imply hope, “no Idea must be rejected, and 1 do not see why we should not try the experiment. I have reflected upon It. Where is the unsuitableness?” "Ah, M. le Juge,” cried the agent, "If you permit It, who knows but we may revolutionize medical Jurispru dence ?” “Revolutionize! Revolutionize!" he cried. Would the examining magis trate yet find it an Idiotic Idea? M. Glnory passed around the bufld ing and entered at a small door open ing on the Seine. The registrar fol lowed him, and behind him came the police agent. Bernardet wished to wait until the doctors delegated to perform the autopsy should arrive, and the head keeper of the morgue advised him to possess himself with patience and while he was waiting to look around and see the latest cadavers which had been brought there. "We have had In eight days a larger number of women than men, which is rare, and these women were nearly all habitues of the public halls and race tracks.” nuu now can you ten mat : "Because they have pretty feet.” Professor Morin arrived with a con frere, a young Pasteurlan doctor, with a singular mind, broad and receptive, and who passed among his companions for a man fond of chimeras, a little re tiring, however, and given over to mak ing experiments and to vague dreams. M. Morin Haluted M. Ginory and pre sented to him the young doctor, Erwin by name, and said to the magistrate that the house students had probably begun the autopsy to gain time. Tile body, stripped of its clothing, lay upon the dissecting table, and three young men with velvet skull caps, with aprons tied about their wuists, were standing about the corpse. They had already begun the autopsy. The mortal wound looked redder than ever in the whiteness of the naked ; body. Bernardet glided into the room, trying to keep out of sight, listening 1 and looking, and above everything not losing sight of M. Ginory's face—a face in which the look was keen, penetrat ing, sharp as a knife, a3 he bent over i. the pale face of the murdered man, regarding It as searchingly as the sur ’ geons’ scalpels were searching the wound and the flesh. Among those men In their black clothes, some with , bared heads in order to work better, others with hats on, the stretched out 1 corpse seemed like a wax figure upon » a marble slab. Bernardet thought of 1 those images which he had seen copied , from Rembrandt’s pictures—the poet , with the anatomical pinchers and the shambles. The surgeons bent over the body, their hands busy and their scis r sors cutting the muscles. That wound, t which had let out Ills life, that large i wound, like a monstrous and grimacing mbttth, they enlarged still more. The l head oscillated from side to si<Je. and - they were obliged to prop it with some mats. The eyes remained the sapit - and in' spite of the hours which had i passed seemed as living, as menacing 1 and eloquent as the night before. Thej t were, however, veiled with something - vitreous n- er the pupils, like the araau I rosis of death, yei full of that anger 111 of that fright or that ferocious mate diction which was reproduced in a startling manner in the negatives taken by Bernardet. "The secret of the crime is In that look," thought the police agent. "Those eyes see; those eyes speak. They tell what they know; they accuse some one.” Then while the professor, his asso ciates and his students went on with the autopsy, exchanging observations, following In the mutilated body their researches for the truth, trying to he very accurate as to the nature of the. wound, the form even of the knife with which it was made, Bernardet softly approached the examining mag istrate, and In a low tone timidly, re spectfully, he spoke some words, which were Insistent, however, and pressing, urging the magistrate to quickly in terfere. “Ah, M. le Juge, this is the mo ment! You who can do everything—” The examining magistrate has with us absolute power. He does whatever seems to him best, and he wishes to do a thing because he wishes to do it. M. Ginory, curious by nature and because it was his duty, hesitated, scratched his ear, rubbed his nose, bit his lips, listened to the supplicating murmur of the police officer, but de cided not to speak just then and con tinued gazing with a fixed stare at the dead man. This thought came to him more over, insistent and Imperious—-that he was there to testify In all things in favor of that truth the discovery of which Imposed upon him—and sudden ly his sharp voice interrupted the sur geon’s work. "Messieurs, does not the expression of the open eyes strike you?” “Yes; they express admirably the most perfect agony,” M. Morin replied. "And does It not seem,” asked the examining magistrate, “as if they were fixed with that expression on the mur derer?” "Without doubt. The mouth seems to curse and the eyes to mence.” "And what if the last image seen— In fact, that of the murderer—still re mains upon the retina, of the eyes?” M. Morin looked at the magistrate in astonishment. His air was slightly mocking and the lips and eyes assumed a quizzical expression. But Bernardet was very much surprised when he heard one remark. Dr. Erwin raised his head, and while he seemed to ap prove of that which M. Ginory had advanced he said: "That image must have disappeared from the retina some time ago.” who Knows.' said M. Ginory. Bernard ot experienced a profound emotion. He felt that this time the problem would be officially settled. M. Ginory had not feared ridicule when he spoke, and a discussion arose there, in that dissecting room, in the pres ence of the corpse. What had existed only in a dream in Bernardet’s little study became here, in the presence of the examining magistrate, a member of the institute, and the young stu dents, almost full fledged doctors, a question frankly discussed in all its bearings. And it was he standing back, he, a poor devil of a police officer, who had urged this examining magistrate to question this savant. "At the back of the eyes,” said the professor, touching the eyes with his scalpel, "there is nothing, believe me. It is elsewhere that you must look for your proof.” "But”—and M. Ginory repeated his "who knows?”—“what if we try it this time? Will it inconvenience you, my dear master?” M. Morin made a movement with his lips which meant "peuh!” and his whole countenance expressed his scorn. "But I see no in convenience.” At the end of a mo ment he said in a sharp tone, "it will be lost time.” "A little more, a little less,” replied M. Ginory. "The experiment is worth the trouble to make it." M. Ginory had proved without doubt that he, like Bernardet, wished to satis fy his curiosity, and in looking at the open eyes of the corpse, although in his duties he never allowed himself to be influenced by the sentimental or the dramatic, yet it seemed to him that those eyes urged him to insist— nay, even supplicated him. “I know, I know,” said M. Morin, “what you dream of in your magis * trate's brain is as amusing as a tale of Edgar Poe’s. But to find in those eyes the image of the murderer—come, now, leave that to the Inventive genius of a Rudyard Kipling, but do not mix the impossible with our researches in med ical jurisprudence. Let us not make romance. Let us made, you the exam inations and I the dissection.” The short time in which the profes sor had spoken did not exactly please M. Ginory, who new, a little through self conceit (since he had made the proposition), a little through curiosity, decided that he would not beat a re treat "Is there anything to risk?” he asked. "And it might be the one chance in a thousand. "But there is no chance,” quickly answered M. Morin, "none, none." Then, relenting a little, he entered the discussion, explaining why he had no faith. (Continued Next Week.) GROWING THE YOUNG STOCK. From the Nebraska Farmer. Confronted with high priced feeds the farmer and stock grower Is compelled to feed Judiciously. There Is a way to feed even GO-cent com profitably when $6 and $7 per hundred may be had for It when turned Into beef or pork. The one way to do this most effectually is to make the young stock grow from the start. There Is no money in "roughing" young stock. Such treatment of pigs, calves and colts will be found a losing proposition If any figures are kept on the operation. II Is much better to so balance the ration that the concentrated foods will give their maximum feeding value when blended with that very plentiful food, grass. Now Is the time to grow the young things cheap and rapidly. Pigs of April and May farrow are now ready to leave the dam and they should be taught to Oat so that when they are weaned they will not lose a day in growth. This may be done by keeping before them the foods which they shall be expected to live upon after weaning. We find thal the feeders who derive the best results grind such foods as corn, oats, barley, al falfa. or whatever foods seem to tx handiest stud feed these dry, except foi having a bit of milk or water poured ovei the dry, ground feed after it Is distributee In the trough. We know' of a great man} feeders who soak the feed, but we ar< led to believe that tho one who mixes tht least water with teed for young stocl will dertve the best results. It is real!} not necessary to grind the corn, as th< young pig is abundantly capable of grind ing his own corn. Alfalfa, if It was green and nicely cure< at time of putting Into the stack Is i splendid thing to grind with oats am corn. It may be ground In any of thi oidtnary burr mills by first chopping it h short lengths In an ensilage cutter, or i machine made for the purpose. Thli makes the Ideal feed for either calves o pigs, and we presume that it would di full well for the colt. To meet the deficit In the budget th< French minister of finance suggests th< doubting of the licensing fees of ven ders of absinthe. This taxing of th< “green peidF' will, It is thought, bi i popular, llw minister anticipates tlm |tt will bring him In 12,000,000. TIME TABLES FAST ! BY WHOLE MINUTE ! - The Man With the $700 Chron ometer Says Engine Drivers Are Given Leeway. "We're one minute late in starting,” observed a man to his seatroate on an outward bound train at the Grand Central the other afternoon, accord ing to the Chicago Inter Ocean. "Either the train Is late or my watch ts slow. I don't think It’s my watch, tor U’a as absolutely accurato a chronometer as there Is In America. 1 paid $700 for it,” he added prldefully. i "Your watch Is all right and so Is the train,” replied his companion. ‘It is something that is not known to the public, but it Is a fact that most of the great railroads nowadays make their published time cards—those that it Is sues to the public at large—e.xactly one minute faster than those they fur nish their train employes. For instance, this train, according to the time table, is due to leave the station at 4:69 I The time card the engineer runs by gives the leaving . time as 6 o’clock, and at 6 o’clock to the second he pulls out, “The reason for that Is this: I get to the gate at exactly 4:69. I ana agree ably surprised to see that the train I want to take is still there and slide through the gate just as St is closing. I get aboard and In my seat just os the train starts. I look out of the window and see no one hastening down the platform trying to make a swift swoop and land on the rear step at the last moment. 1 If there is any one left behind he I js on the other side of the gate. The railroads have adopted Oils plan of having their public time tables 6# sec onds faster so that the gate leading to the train may be closed at the mo- | ment the train is scheduled to start, ' and so that those who get Inside at the last moment can have exactly one minute to get aboard, which Is ample If one Is at all nimble." IRISH SHILLELAHS ARE GROWN IN AMERICA Chicago, Special: Welrasthrul Welr asthru Blackthorn shilleiahs are now grown in America and shipped to Ire land, where they are sold on tbe quay at Queenstown as the genuine Irish ar ticle. Police Sergeant Maurice Crotty, who has Just returned from a six weeks' visit to the Emerald Isle, Is responsible for the assertion that counterfeit shll lehahs are sold extensively In Queens town and other Irish cities. He brought half a dozen blackthorns back with him, but he knows they are the real thing because he cut them himself in the Cratlowe woods. County Clare. "Many a man In America who thinks he Is carrying an Irish blackthorn is in reality lugging around a stick that was grown in this country,” he says. "Many thousands of these counterfeit blackthorns are sold annually in Ire land, principally at the quay in Queens town. "The genius blackthorn is scarce in Ireland on account of the great quant ity that has been cut in reoent years. Limerick, my native county, was In vaded a few years ago by a syndicate of Chicago and New York merchants, who bought every blackthorn In sight. Anybody who Is at all wise wlH not buy a blackthorn from the peddlers on the dock at Queenstown. You might get the genuine article, but you run a chance of getting a stick that was grown in Illinois. "People in Ireland who are onto the I game told me that shiploads of these counterfeit blackthorns are brought from America every year. They are shipped over in gunny sacks from New York, and on arrival in Queenstown I are taken to the shiBeJab factory, I where expert workmen matte them in to blackthorns that defy detection. The wood is stained to the proper shade and the ferule is put on—the genuine old country ferrule.—and Fm told when the stick Is finished It would fool a Connaught ranger. "A certain Chicago man liad a fake blackthorn stick factory. He ships the sticks to a New York agent, who in turn ships them to Ireland, where they | are sold to Americans, and even to Irishmen.” I From a Disappointed Wan. From Truth. Few men reach 50 wit hot being; grateful that they did not get the wom en they wanted. The modern woman gives the hus band the honeymoon, and cakes the rest of the life for herself. The more we cultivate reason In woman, the more unreasonable she be comes. __ Cause and Effect. She was willing quite to marry; In fact, didn't care to tarry In a state of splnsterhood, they say. But she had a little brother; That’s the reason, and no other, Why she’s traveling in the single way. A Draw. ' Old Grouch—So you had a fight with Clarence. He claims he licked you. Cholly—Oh! the bostah! It's twue he wumpled my cwavat dweadfuily, but when it was all ovah his eoHah was fwightfully wilted. Howe—So the famous baseball player ate a Welsh rarebit before retiring and bad some wonderful dreams? Were his dreams characteristic of his profes sion? Wise—I should say so. Why. he was pitching and tossing ab night. In Society. Phoebe—Which man are yon going to marry? Natlca—I don’t know; but it doesn’t make any particular difference, any way, one man’s alimony is as good as an other's. Few and Short After That Period. Book Clerk—“The Love Letters of a Husband to His Wife" makes a very bulky volume. The Proprietor—Oh! well, I guess they were written during the first year of their married life. A Good Substitute. De Hitt—Lawn mowers are so high 1 priced 1 wish I could think of a geod substitute. De Witt—A. few children to play on the lawn will make one entirely un necessary. Bad Blunder. Miss Rambo—So de wedding was a great disappointment? i Mr. Sambo—I should say 30. We 1 wired to town for a hundred razors, “rush.’’ an' de fool merchant Seat all 1 safety «kzors. ’ The United fitnt&^Ws the greatest variety «( postage stamps. -- —1—= The Niger Baby. v From the London Standard. Matrons of the West may be Inter ested to hear the details of the Niger ian native baby’s morning toilet. Any thing over three months old la no long er a "baby”'to the native mater fami lias, and Is bathed with the other chil dren (generally a numerous brood) In the chill morning air before sunrise. The Httfe mite yells lustily while the cold water Is splashed over Its brown body, arid generally continues the chorus when put aside to dry (towels do not form part of the household equipment.) The bathing process fin ished, the Infants are subjected to a sort of water cure treatment. The mother seizes a child, scoops up a handful of water, and, using her thumb as a kind of spout, squirts It with ex traordinary dexterity into the young ster's mouth and down its throat. Pro tests In the shape of loud gurgles, hor rible chokings, and desperate strug gles are quite unheeded; the steady stream of water continues to pour down the child's throat until the moth er's practiced touch on the patient's distended stomach tells her that the limit of capacity has been reached. All babies are submitted to this treatment, which is believed to have a most strengthening effect, _ The Penalty of Reputation. , t guess I’ll run away from here an’ sail acrose/jthe sea; for no one any longer seems to care a bit for me; , I want to be a pirate or a cowboy on the plains, _ . , Dr p'rhaps I’ll be a bandit an 111 hold up railway trains. .... I’m sick of runntn' errands an a-dom of the chores, .... I’m sick of wipin' off my feet an closm open doors; . , . I’m sick of everything there is, but what makes me feel blue. ___ Todaj I got a lickin' for a thing I dldn t It’s pretty tough to be a boy that’s got an awful name (For doing tricks, cos then It seems you alius get the blame. Becos I've broken windows, an’ becos I chased a cat An’ becos I threw a snowball once at Deacon White’s plug hat, Whenever anything goes wrong they alius look for me; I guess they think no other boy can climb an apple tree An’ steal the fruit; an' so It seems most every day or two I have to take a lickin’ for things I didn’t do. There's Stubby Green, as bad as me; he stoned a peddler's horse, An’ when he ran away they came an’ \ looked for me, of course; An’ when somebody put a snake In Grand ma Perkins’ bed, “That’s one of Dicky- Watson’s tricks," was what the neighbors said. An1 when eomebody wheeled away Brown's baby cab an’ hid It, f’There’s nothin' to It," they declared, “but Dicky Watson did It." It's "Dicky Watson” all the time, as though they alius knew— Today I got a lickin’ for a thing I didn't do. I ain't complain'; after all, maybe It's just as well; I'd ruther take a lickin’ than on other fellows tell. But Juat the same, I wleh I'd get awful sick some day, An* have to lie up there In bed an’ not get out to play, Then maybe something would bo done an’ maybe they would see That there are other boys around that are as bad as me; Then maybe they’d be sorry, an’ p’raps they’d promise, too. That they’d never lick me for the things I didn’t do. —Detroit Free Press. Mm Mary <3. Baker Eddy, who, of course, has no faith in medicine, told a western Christian Scientist, at one of her latest audiences, as anecdote about a friend of hers. This friend, a thin and nervous wom an, could not sleep. She visited her physlcftm and the man said; "Do you eat anything just before you go to bed?” "Oh, no, doctor," the patient replied. "Woll,” said the physician, "Just keep a pitcher of milk and some biscuit be side you, and every night the last thing you do, take a light meal." "But doctor,” cried the lady, "you told me on no account to eat anything before retiring.” ’’Pooh, pooh,” said the doctor, "that ■was three months ago. Science has made enormous strides since then." EAGER TO WORK. Health Regained by Right Food. The average healthy man or woman Is usually eager to be busy at some •useful task or employment. But let dyspepsia or Indigestion get hold of one, and all endeavor becomes a burden. “A year ago, after recovering from an operation,” writes a Mich, lady, my stomach and nerves began to give me much trouble. "At times my appetite was voracious, but when Indulged, Indigestion followed. Other times I had no appetite what ever. The food I took did not nourish me and I grew weaker than ever. 1 “1 lost interest In everything and wanted to be alone. I had always bad good nerves, but now the merest trllle would upset me and bring on a violent headache. Walking across tbe room Was an effort and prescribed exercise was out of the question. “I had seen Grape-Nuts advertised but did not believe what I read, al the time. At last when It seemed at If I were literally starving, 1 began tc eat Grape-Nuts. "I bad not been able to work for t year, but now after two months or Grape-Nuts I am eager to be at worl again. My stomach gives me no trou Me now, my nerves are steady as ever and Interest in life and ambition havt come back with tbe return to health. "There's a Reason.” Name given by Postum Co., Battli Greek, Mich. Read ‘The Road to Well yille," In pkgs. Ever read the above letter? / new one appears from time to time They arc genuine, true, and fuii o; human interest. Nothing l Ate Agreed With Me. MRS, LENORA BODENHAMER. Mrs. Lenora Bodenhamer, It. B\ D. t. Box 1)9, Kernersville, N. C., writes: "I suffered with stomach trouble and indigestion for some time, and noth ing that I ate agreed with me. I was very nervous and experienced a continual feeling of uneasiness and fear. I took medicine from the doctor, but it did ms no good. “I found in one of your Peruna books a description of my symptoms. I then wrote to Dr. Hartman for advice. Hr said I had catarrh of the stomach, t took Peruna and Manalin and followed his directions and can now say that I feel as well as I ever did. “I hope that all who are afflicted with the dame symptoms will take Peruna, as it has certainly cured me." The above is only one of hundreds who have written similar letters to Dr. Hartman. Just one such case as this entitles Peruna to the candid .consider ation of every one similarly afflicted. If this be true of the testimony of one per son what ought to be the testimony of hundreds, yes thousands, of honest, sin cere people? We have in our hies a great many other testimoni'' The Superstitious Moslem. From Harper's Weekly. The Moslem faith lays much stress upon rites and incantations for pro pitiating evil spirits, which are sup posed to be in constant attendance upon all daily concerns in the life ot man. These spirits, called jinpee, may become visible b$r a change In tfte den sity of their composition. Suppbsed te consist of minute particles, they be come visible or invisible by a rapid ex pansion or diminution of their volume. The jinnee are not all spirits of dark ness, but comprise the good pnes as well. These latter may be easily rec ognized on sight by their resplendent beauty, though the former type are hideous and disgusting. Many culti vated and highly educated Mohamme dans claim to have seen jlnrtees, and to have conversed with them, and they display charms and talismans tor sum moning the good and warding pff the evil demons. During the-feast of Ra madan, all evil spirits are supposed to be strictly confined within the bowels of the earth, and unable to cause any disturbance. At all other times, tha “sons of the faithful” seek to exclude these undesirable attendants from tha houses by scattering salt or Irpn filings about the floor, especially if the room be an empty one. The favorite lurking places of jinnee are supposed to bo crossroads, vacant houses, baths, un covered jugs or pails and pawning mouths. This necessitates the covering up and thorough sprinkling of recep tacles which might harbor spirits, whenever the householder leaves home. Special prayers for such preventions are also authorized by the Koran. The Moslem is constantly repeating pious phrases, such as "In the name of God, the compassionate, the merciful," to drive away evil presences whenever some business transaction is undertak en. This Is the custom before entering or leaving a house, meeting or parting from a friend, partaking of a meal, taking a bath or killing any animal for food. By this means, the bad jinnee and any harmful consequences ars averted. 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