MUNYON’S
Eminent Doctors at
Your Service Free
Not o Penny to Pay tor the Fullest
Medical Examination.
If you are In doubt as to the cause
of your disease, mail us a postal re
questing a medical examination blank.
Our doctors will carefully diagnose
your case, and If you can be cured
you will be told so; If you annot Ho
cured you will be told so. You arc
not obligated to us In any way, for
this advice Is absolutely free. You are
at liberty to take our advice or not,
as yon see fit.
Munyon's, 53d and Jefferson street^
Philadelphia. Pa.
■» ' 1 ~ ■ ■ C —
She Meant Professionally.
From Success Magazine.
As the young man caressed the cheek
of his lady love, she drew away hastily.
"I think," aha said Indignantly, “you
hod better sea father first.”
"Why, what do you mean?" asked the
perplexed lover.
“Father," aha replied, as she nursed her
hhesk, "is a barber."
FASHION HINTS
4&
Cash!mere In old rose is used for this
wrapper. An ecru insertion boarders the
Dutch neck and comfortable little sleeves,
medallion of the tame lace meets the
silk crush girdle at the waist line,
as long sash ends, finished ,
tassels.
are van i.osins flesh
• neaisa oousb that you cannot «««m ta
fbeokf A bottle or Alien’e Lung Balsam will cure the
trouble and help you beck to health.
PLAIN ENGLISH.
Cholly—You say your slstar Isn’t InT
Ar» thoss her exact word*?
Johnny—No; ter be exact, the said
“Tell der lobster I ain't In."
Sometimes the pedigree of the bull
dog Is the only evidence of good breed
ing to be found about the home.
The dress which fits like a glove
sometimes reminds one of a boxing
glove.
Constipation causes many serious dis
eases. It Is thoroughly cured by Doc
tor Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets. One a
laxative, three for cathartic.
It Is Just like some people to clamor
■\ for the "moss covered bucket” after
the well has been outtltted with
■terlllxed drinking cups.
All Who
Would Enjoy
good health, with ita blessings, must un
derstand, quite clearly, that it involves the
question of right living with all the term
implies. With proper knowledge of what
is best, each hour of recreation, of enjoy
ment, of contemplation and of effort may
be made to contribute to living aright.
Then the use of medicines may be dis
pensed with to advantage, but under or
dinary conditions in many instances a
simple, wholesome remedy may be invalu
able if taken at the proper time and the
California Fig Syrup Co. holds that it is
•like important to present the subject
truthfully and to supply the one perfect
laxative to those desiring it.
Consequently, the Company's Syrup of
Figs and Elixir of Senna gives general
satisfaction. To get its beneficial effects
buy the genuine, manufactured by the
California Fig Syrup Co. only, and for sale
by all leading druggists.
fejHE WILD GEESE,
by Stanley J.Weyman.
... I ■ ii n ■« nil ■ i '
(Copyright. 1909, by Stanley J. Weyman.,
CHAPTER X—Continued.
Colonel John recognized the weakness
ftf his position. Before him the young
men were live to one, with old Sir Don
ny and Timothy Burke In the rear. On
his flank the help which Ullck might
give was discounted by the move Cam
mock had made. He saw that he could
do no more at present. Suddenly as the
storm had blown up, he knew that he
was dealing with desperate men, who
from this day onward would act with
their necks in a noose, and whom his
word might send to the scaffold. They
had but to denounce him to the rabble
who waited outside, and, besides the
bishop, one only there, as he believed,
would have Influence to save him.
Colonel John had confronted danger
many times; to confront It had been
his trade. And It was with coolness
and a clear perception of the position
that he turned to Flavla. "I will give
up my sword,’’ he said, "but to my
cousin only. This Is her house, and ]
yield myself”—with a smile and a bow
—"her prisoner."
Before they knew what ha would
he at he stepped forwnrd and tendered
his hilt to the girl, who took it with
flaccid fingers. “I am In your hands
now," he said, fixing his eyes on hers
and endeavoring to convey his mean
ing to her. For surely, with such a
face, she must have, with all her reck
lessness, some womanliness, some ten
derness of feeling In her.
"Hang your Impudence!” The Me
Murrough cried.
"A truce, a truce,” the bishop Inter
posed. "We are all agreed that Colonel
3ullivan knows too much to go free.
He must be secured," he continued
smoothly, “for his own sake. Will two
3f these gentlemen see him to his
room, and see also that his servant is
placed under guard In another room?"
"But,” the colonel objected, looking
it Flavla, "my cousin will surely al
low me to give”
"She will bo guided by us In this,”
the bishop rejoined with asperity. "Let
what I have suld bo done."
Flavla, very pale, holding the col
jnel's sword us If It might sting her,
lid not speak. Colonel Sullivan, after
i moment’s hesitation, followed one of
!he O'Belrnes from the room, the other
Bringing up the rear.
When the door had closed upon
'.hem, Flavla’s was not the only pale
face In the room. The scene had
Brought homo to more than one the
!act that here was an end of peace and
aw and a beginning of violence and
•ebelllon. The majority, secretly un
»asy, put on a reckless air to cover
;heir apprehensions. The bishop and
I’ammock, though they saw themselves
n a fair way to do what they had come
10 do, looked thoughtful. Only Flavla,
ihaklng off the remembrance of Col
>nel John’s face and Colonel John’s ex
istence, closed her grip upon his sword,
ind in the ardor of her patriotism saw
with her mind’s eye, not victory nor
euuMUSHitflHMVHiriHnii Milll11BUIlMil' e?
“The girl's right,” Uncle Uliek eaid,
“and we'll be rid of him."
“We'll be rid of him without that.”
The McMurrough muttered.
“I am fearing, Mr. Sullivan," the
bishop said, “that it Is not quite un
derstood by all that we are embarked
upon a matter of life and death. We
cannot let bagatelles stand in the way.
The sloop and her cargo can be made
good to her owners at another time.
For your relative and his servant"
“The shortest way with them!"
some one cried. “That’s the best and
surest!”
"For them," the bishop continued,
silencing the Interruption by a look,
“we must not forget that some days
must pass before we can hope to get
our people together. During the in
terval we lie at the mercy of an In
former, Your own people you know,
but the same cannot be said of this
gentleman—who has very fixed ideas
—and his servant. Our lives and the
lives of others are in their hands, and
It Is of the last Importance that they
be kept secure and silent.”
“Ay, silent's the word," Cammock
growled.
“There could be no better place than
one of the towers," The McMurrough
suggested, “for keeping them safe, be
dad!"
"And why’ll they be safer there than
In the house?" Uncle Ulick asked su
perstltlously. He looked from one
speaker to another with a baffled face,
trying to read their minds. Ha was
sure that they meant more than they
said.
"Oh, for the good reason!” the young
man returned contemptuously. "Isn’t
all the world passing the door upstairs?
And what more easy than to open It?”
Camrnock’s eyes met the bishop's.
“The tower’ll be best," he said. “Draw
off the people, and let them be taken
there and a guard set. We've matters
of more Importunes to discuss now.
This gathering tomorrow, to raise the
country—what's the time fixed for it?"
But Flavia, who had listened with
a face of perplexity, interposed. “Still,
he is my prisoner, is he not?” she said
wistfully. “And if I answer for him?"
“By your leave, ma’am," Cammock
replied, with decision, “one word. Wom
en to women’s work! I’ll let no woman
weave a halter for me!”
The room echoed low applause. And
Flavia was silent.
CHAPTER XI.
A MESSAGE FOR THE YOUNG
MASTER.
James McMurrough cared little for
his country and nothing for his faith.
He cared only for himself, and but for
the resentment which the provisions
of his grandfather’s will had bred in
him, he would have seen the Irish race
in purgatory, and the Roman faith in
a worse place, before he would have
risked a finger to right the one or re
store the other.
-
It Was a Heavy Tramping on the Stairs that Awakened Them.
acclaiming thousands, but the scaffold,
and a death for her country. Sweet
It seemed to her to die for the cause,
for the faith, to die for Ireland.
True, her country, her Ireland, was
but this little corner of Kerry beaten
by the Atlantic storms and sad with
the wailing cries of seagulls. But if
she knew no more of Ireland than this,
phe had read her story; and naught
is more true than that the land the
most downtrodden is also the best be
loved. Wrongs beget a passion of af
fection, and from oppression springs
sacrifice. This daughter of the wide- ,
swept Bhore, of the misty hills and
fairy glens, whose life from infancy
had been bare and rugged and solitary,
and become, for that reason, a dreamer
of dreams and a worshipper of tho
ideal Ireland, her country, her faith.
The salt breeze that lashed her cheeks
and tore at her hair, the peat creek
and the soft shadows of the bogland
—ay. and many an hour of lonely com
inunlng—had filled her breast with
such care as Impels rather to suffering
and to sacrifice than to enjoyment.
For one moment she had recoiled
before the shock of impending vio
lence. But that had passed; now her
one thought, as she stood with dla
lated eyes, unconsciously clutching the
colonel's sword, was that the time was
tome, the thing was begun—henceforth
she belonged not to herself, but to Ire
land and to God.
Deep in such thoughts the girl was
not aware that the others had got to
gether and were discussing the col
onel's fate until mention was made of
the Frencii sloop and of Captain Au
gustin. “Faith, and let him go in that!"
she heard Uncle Ullck urging. “D’ye
hear me. your reverence? 'Twill be a
week before they land him, and the
fire we’ll be lighting will be no secret
at all at all by then."
"May be, Mr. Sullivan.” the Bishop
rented—“may be. But we cannot spare
the sloop.”
“No, we'll not spare her!" The Mo
Murrough chimed in. “She’s heels to
her, and it's a godsend she’ll be to us
if things go 111."
“An addition to our fleet, anyway,"
Cammoek said. “We'd be mad to let
her go—Just to make a man safe; we
can make safe a deal cheaper!”
Flavia propped the sword carefully
in an angle of the hearth, and moved
forward. “But I do uot understand.”
she said timidly. "We have agreed
that the sloop and the cargo were to
go free If Colonel Sullivan—but you
know!” she added, breaking off and
addressing her brother.
"It is dreaming you are?” he re
torted/ contemptuously. “Is it we'll be
taking note of that now?”
"It was a debt of honor," she said.
Once embarked, however, on the en
terprise, vanity swept him onward. The
night which followed Colonel Sulli
van’s arrest was a night long remem
bered at Morristown—a night to up
lift the sanguine and to kindle the
short sighted, nor was It a wonder that
the young chief—as he strode among
his admiring tenants, his presence
greeted with Irish acclamations and his
skirts kissed by devoted kernes—
sniffed the pleasing Incense and trod
the ground to the measure of Imagined
music. The triumph that was never to
bo Intoxicated him.
His people had kindled a huge bon
fire in the middle of the forecourt, and
beside this he extended a gracious wel
come to a crowd of strong tenants. A
second fire, for the comfort of the
baser sort, had been kindled outside
the gates, and was the center of mer
riment less restrained, while a third,
which served as a beacon to the valley
and u proclamation of what was being
done, glowed on the platform before
the ruined tower at the head of the
lake. From this last the red flumes
streamed far across the water, and
now revealed a belated boat shooting
from the shadow, now a troop of coun
trymen, who, led by their priest, came
limping along the lakeside, ostensibly
to join In the services of the morrow,
but In reality to hear something and
to do something toward freeing old Ire
land and shaking off the grip of the
cursed Saxon.
In the more settled parts of the land
such a summons as had brounght them
from their rude shielings among the
hills would have passed for a durk Jest.
But In this remote spot the notion of
overthrowing the hated power by means
of a few score pikes did not seem pre
posterous, either to these poor folk or
to their betters. Cammock, of course,
knew the truth, and the bishop.
But the native gentry saw nothing
hopeless In the plan. The plan was
first to fall upon Tralee In combination
with a couple of sloops said to be ly
ing In Galway bay, and afterward to
surprise Kenmarc. Masters of these
places, they proposed to raise the old
standard, to call Connaught to their
aid, to cry a crusade. And faith, as Sir
Donny said, before the Castle tyrants
could open their eyes or raise their
heads from the pillow they'd be see
ing themselves driven Into the salt
ocean!
So, while the house walls gave hack
the ruddy glare of the torches and the
barefooted, bareheaded, laughing col
leens dnrnped the thatch, and men con
fessed hi one corner and kissed their
girls in another, and the smiths In a
third wrought hard at the pike heads—
so the struggle depicted itself to more
than one!’
And all the time Cammock arid the
Bishop walked lh the dark In the
I garden, a little apart from the turmoil,
I and, wrapped In their cloaks, talked In
low voices, debating much of Sicily and
I Naples and the Cardinal and the Medi
i terranean fleet, and at times laughing
1 at some court story. But they said,
strange to tell, no word of Tralee or of
I Kenmare, or of Dublin Castle, or even
of Connaught. They were no visionar
ies. They had to do with greater things
than these, and In doing them knew
that they must spend to gain. The lives
of a few score peasants, the ruin of half
a dozen hamlets, what were these be
side the diversion of a single squadron
from the great pitched fight, already
i foreseen, where the excess of one bat
tleship might win an empire and its
absence might ruin nations?
And one other man, and one only,
because his life had been passed on
their wider plane, and he could Judge
of the relative value of Connaught and
Kent, divined the trend of their
thoughts and understood the delibera
tion with which they prepared to sacri
fice their pawns.
Colonel Sullivan sat in the upper room
of one of the two towers that flanked
the entrance to the forecourt. Bale
was with him, and the two, with the
door doubly locked upon them and
guarded by a sentry whose crooning
they could hear, shared such comfort
as a pitcher of water and a gloomy
outlook afforded. The darkness hid the
medley of odds and ends which littered
their prison; but the Inner of the two
slit-like windows that lighted the room
admitted a thin shaft of firelight that,
dancing among the uncovered rafters,
told of the orgy below. Bale, staring
morosely at the crowd about the fire
crouched In the splay of the window,
while the Colonel, In the same position
at the other window, gazed with feel
ings not more cheerful on the dark
lake.
He was concerned for himself and his
companion. But he was more gravely
concerned for those whose advocate he
had made himself—for the ignorant cot
ters in their lowly hovels, the women,
the children, upon whom the Inevitable
punishment would fall. He doubted,
now that it was too late, the wsdom of
the course he had taken; and, blaming
himself for precipitation, he fancied
that If he had acted with a little more
guile, a little less haste, his remon
strance might have had greater weight.
William Bale, as was natural, thought
more of his own position. “May the
lira burn them!” he muttered, his Ire
excited by some pranks of the party
below. "The Turks were polite beside
these barefoot devils!”
“You'd have said the other thing at
Bender,” the Colonel answered, turning
his head.
itvjjiui, JJtUtJ IflUJ lieu, i*
man never knows when he is well off.”
His master laughed. "I'd have you
apply that now,” he said.
“So I would if it weren’t that I’ve a
kind of a scunner at those black bog
boles,” Bale said. "To be planted head
first’s no proper end of a man, to my
thinking, and if there’s not something
of the kind in these ragamuffins’ minds
I'm precious mistaken.”
’’Pooh, man, you’re frightening your
self," the Colonel answered. But the
room was dark and chill, the lake with
out lay lonely, and picture where Bale’s
words called up was not pleasant to
the bravest. "It’s a civilized land, aad
they’d not think of it!”
“There’s one, and that’s the young
lady’s brother,” Bale answered darkly,
“would not pull us out by the feet!
I’ll swear to that. Your honor’s too
much in his way, if what they say in
the house is true.”
“Pooh!” the Colonel answered again.
“We’re of one blood.”
“Cain and Abel,” Bale said. “There’s
example for it.” And he chuckled.
The Colonel scolded him anew. But
having done so he could not shake oft
the impression which the man’s words
had made on him. While he lived he
was a constant and an irritating check
upon James McMurrough. If the young
man saw a chance of getting rid of that
check, was he one to put it from him?
Colonel John’s face grew long as he
pondered the question; he had seen
enough of James to feel considerable
doubt about the answer. The fire on
the height above the lake had died
down, the one on the strand was a
bed of red ashes. The lake lay buried
in darkness, from which at intervals
the cry of an owl as it moused aloog
the sore rose mournfully.
But Colonel John was not one to give
way to fears that might be baseless.
"Let us sleep,” he said, shrugging his
shoulders. He lay down where he was.
pillowing his head on a fishing net.
Bale said nothing, but examined the
door before he stretched himself across
the threshold.
Half an hour after dawn they were
roused. It was a heavy tramping on
the stairs that awakened them. The
door was quickly unlocked, it was
thrown open, and the hairy face of
O’Sullivan Og. who held it wide, looked
in. Behind him were two of the boys
with pikes—frowsy, savage, repellent
figures, with drugget coats tied by the
sleeves about their necks.
"You’ll be coming with us, Colonel,
no less,” Og said.
Colonel John looked at him. "Whither,
my man?” he asked cooly. He and
Bare had got to their feet at the flrs<
alarm.
(Continued Next Week)
First Actor—I say. Friend l>e Ham:
Second Actor—Yes. Friend De Shy?
First Actor—Wouldn't it be great 11
could only eat all the roasts we getl
A Song of Life.
Praised be the lips of the morn
; For their musical message of light.
For their bird-chanted burden of song.
| Praised bo the young earth reborn
For Its freshness and glory t^nd might
And the thoughts of high, solemn delight,
That a flash of its purity throng.
Praised be the lips of the day
For their clarion call to the field
i Where the battle of life must be fought,
j Praised be the (Ire of the fray
! Where the soul Is refined and annealed,
1 And the spirit heroic revealed,
t And pure gold from the bar-* substance*
wrought.
Praised be the lips of the night
For theJr murmurous message of rest,
; For their lullaby, motherly eweet,
1 Praised be the%dreams of delight,
i Whit* tired life is asleep in Jove’s nest,
J And In harmony tender and blest
Heaven’s calm and earth’s loveliest meet
—Israel ZaugwilL
SUFFRAGET BURNS
POLLING OFFICERS
WITH DEADLY ACID
Leader of Movement Says
Government’s Policy Drives
Women to Crimes.
London, Oct. 30.—Mr*. Chapin, a
suffraget, furnished an early morn
ing thrill at the Bermondsey bi-elec
tion today when she smashed a bottle
containing corrosive acid on a ballot
box. Her intention, evidently, was to
destroy the ballots in the box as a
protest against the exclusion of women
from the right of franchise. What she
accomplished was the painful burning
of some of the election officials and
the assurance of her own arrest.
Slipping Into one of the booths, where
perhaps a thousand ballots had been
deposited, Mrs. Chapin drew from un
der her cloak a bottle In which Ink had
been mixed with corrosrve acid, and
before she could be stopped, hurled the
bottle upon the box.
It broke Into many pieces and the
acid splashed upon the election offlcera
A number of these were so severely in
jured as to require medical attention.
Similar Outrage Attempted.
About the same time a similar out
rage was attempted at another booth
by a girl, who wore the suffraget colors.
In the latter Instance little damage was
done beyond the burning of the finger
tips of the election officers who removed
the bits of broken glass. So far as
could be ascertained none of the acid
had reached the ballots.
Later, In an Interview, Miss Chrlsta
bel Pankliurst, while deploring the
wounding of the officials, asserted with
much emphasis:
It is the government that is respon
sible. It Is the government that drives
women to these acts.”
Violence Prearranged.
It appears that today a violence was
planned by the Women's Freedom
league, the members of which glory in
what was done. Members of this same
league picketed the house of commons
for 15 weeks. The league’s secretary
Is Mrs. Edith Martyn. In an Interview
following the attack on the ballot boxes,
Mrs. Matryn said;
“We thought that as Premier As
quith had not shown himself amenable
to our requests, the time had come to
take more active measures. Our plans
were thought out most carefully and
wo found delight in the opportunity to
carry them out on the anniversary of
the ‘Grille protest’ in the house of com
mons, which was perpetrated by the
Women’s Freedom league.
"Our object this morning was to in
validate tho election. We had various
plans and the others would have been
tried during the day had this one
failed.”
On October 23, 1908, a suffraget dem
onstration was made in the ladies’ gal
leries during a sitting of the house of
commons.
When attendants sought to employ
the galleries they found that two suf
frages had firmly chained themselves
to the grille or lattice from behind
which feminine eyes must view the pro
ceedings of the house.
For a time the two volunteer prison
ers resisted the efforts to remove them.
Today's bl-election in the Bermond
zey division of Southwark (one of the
parliamentary boroughs of London), is
of unusual interest and it is expected
to afford a good test of the feeling in
London and the country generally on
the impending struggle in parliament.
A strong fight on the budget against
tariff reform has been waged in this
constitiwncy. The candidates are; Lib
eral, S. L. Hughes; unionist, John
Dumphreys; labor, Dr. A. Salter.
At the last general election the lib
erals had a majority of 1,759.
JULIA CLARK HALLAM LEADS
MILITANT SUFFRAGISTS
Bes Moines, la., Oct. 30.—There will
be two factions in the state organiza
tion of the equal suffragists from this
time on, and Mrs. Julia Clark Hallam,
of Sioux City, is ready to lead the mili
tant branch corresponding to the suf
fragets of Great Britain, according to
announcement made in the meeting of
the equal suffrage association yester
day afternoon.
Mrs. Hallam will discuss the mili
tant side of the question at a meet
ing Friday afternoon, this plan grow
ing out of the note of warfare sound
ed at yesterday's meeting.
Although Mrs. Hallam would not
state the position she Is to take before
the association, it is well known that
she will make one of the greatest fights
ever made before a state convention
for more progressive and militant tac
tics.
STEAMERlviTH SOLONS
ABOARD BREAKS DOWN
Little Rock, Ark., Oct. 30.—A special
to the Gazette from Helena, Ark., says:
Because of a breakdown In the engine
room of the steamer Gray Eagle, one
of the fleet of boats accompanying
President Taft to New Orleans, and
the attending danger of the steamer
catching fire, the boat was run aground
10 miles north of Helena last night to
disembark its distinguished passengers
in safety. The breakdown followed
the dropping of the grates in the fire
room. The passengers, including the
governors of several states and other
prominent men, boarded other boats of
the fleet and the voyage continued,
reaching Helena as the president's
steamer, the Oleander, was departing.
Among those on board the Gray Eagle
were Governor Donaghney, of Arkan
sas; Governor Shallenberger, of Ne
braska; Governor Prouty, of Vermont,
and Senator Gore, of Oklahoma.
SLAYEROF ITOIS
A KOREAN EDITOR
Harbin. Manchuria, Oct. 30.—The as
sassin of Prince Ito was identified to
day as Indian Angan.'a former editor
of a newspaper at Seoul.
He declared that he was one of an
organization of 20 Koreans who had
taken an oath that they would kill
the Japanese statesman.
The assassin used dum-duin bullets,
which had been poisoned w'th cyanide.
4 "PROFESSOR” HILL 4
4 HELD FOR MURDER 4
4 Fall River, Mass., Oct. 30.— 4
4 “Professor” Frank Hill, the herb 4
4 doctor of this city, was held 4
4 without bail for the grand jury 4
4 today for the murder of Miss 4
4 Amelia St. Jean, of Woonsocket, 4
4 Rhode Island, whose dismem- 4
4 bered body was fqund along the 4
4 Butgarmarsh road in the adjoin- 4
4 ing town of Tiverton. R. I., two 4
4 weeks ago. 4
4 4
WARNED.
Cholly—Tou say she threw you over
without any warnlnr?
Willy—No; she warned me if I ever
came around again, she'd set the doe
on me.
The Antiquity of Dice.
From Harper’s Weekly.
Scholars have delved In vain for the
origin of dice, which, In various shapes,
have been used in forms of worship
and religious ceremonies since the dawn
of history. Their earlier use was for
the forecasting of events and obtaining
of divine guidance; their adaptation to
a game of chance was, comparatively,
quite recent.
There Is a surprising number of varie
ties of dice, but they may be divided
into two general classes. The most
familiar form is the cube. With two
exceptions—the Korean and Etrusean—
cubical dice have the spots so arranged
that the six and one, five and two, and
three and four are opposite, making
the sum of the opposite sides invariably
seven. In all ages the number seven
has been regarded with particular awe
and as having much mystic Import.
The dice just described are not only
proper to modern Europe and America,
but to classical Greece and Rome, an
cient Syria, Persia, India, China, Japan,
Siam. The other form is the long
square prism sometimes found amid
prehistoric ruins In Europe and exist
ing today in India.
A most interesting form is the top or
spinning dice with four or bIx sides, 1
which was twirled with the thumb and
second finger, of which a specimen was
discovered in the remains of Naucratis,
a Greek colony of 600 B. C. Two speci
mens of dice have been discovered at
Babylon.
A PESSIMIST.
She—Our new minister is always
preaching about "HeU.”
He—Must be he's married.
Six bottles of Danish brandy were
discovered in the huge accordion of a
wandering minstrel who had regularly
traveled between Denmark and Sweden
during the Swedish strike, when the
sale of alcohol was prohibited.
THE DIFFERENCE.
Coffee Usually Means Sickness, bat
Postum Always Means Health.
Those who have never tried the ex
periment of leaving off coffee and
drinking Postum in its place and in
this way regaining health and happi
ness can learn much from the experl
ence of others who have made tho
trial.
One who knows says: "I drank cof
fee for breakfast every morning until
1 had terrible attacks of indigestion
producing daysof discomfortandnighta
of sleeplessness. I tried to give up the
use of coffee entirely, but found it
hard to go from hot coffee to a glass
of water. ’.Then I tried Postum.
"It was good and the effect was so
pleasant that I soon learned to love it
and have used it for several years. I
improved immediately after I left off
coffee and took on Postum and am now
entirely cured of my indigestion and
other troubles all of which were duo
to coffee. I am now well and content
ed and all because I changed from cof
fee to Postum.
■'Postum is much easier to make
right every time than coffee, for it io
so even and always reliable. We never
use coffee now in our family. We use
Postum and are always well."
"There's a reason" and it (a proved
by trial.
Look in pkgs. for a copy 0/ the fa
mous little book, "The Road to Well
ville." ^
Ever read the above letter? A
new one appears from time to time.
They are genuine, true, and full of
human interest.
