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INDEPENDENCE ON THE FARM IBPLENDID RESULTS FOLLOW FARMING IN THE CANADIAN WEST. Americans In Canada Not Asked to Forget That They Were Born Americans. Farm produce today is remunera tive, and this helps to make farm life agreeable. Those who are studying the economics of the day tell us that the strength of the nation lies in the (cultivation of the soli. Farming is no longer a hand-to-mouth existence. It means independence, often affluence, but certainly Independence. Calling at a farm house, near one of the numerous thriving towns of Al berta, In Western Canada, the writer Was given a definition of "indepen idenee” that was accepted as quite (Original. The broad acres of the farm -er's land had a crop—and a splendid cue, too, by the way—ripening for the keapers’ work. The evenness of the crop, covering field after field, attract ed attention, as did also the neatness of tho surroundings, tho well-built sub stantial story-and-a-balf log house, and the well-rounded sides of the cattle. His broken English—he was a French .Canadian—was easily understandable And pleasant to listen to. He had come thore from Montreal a year ago, bad paid $20 an aero for the 820-acre farm, with the little Improvement It bad. He had never farmed before, yet pis crop was excellent, giving evi dence as to the quality of the soil, and the good Judgment that had been used 3hi Its preparation. And brains count In farming as well as "braw." Asked bow he liked It there, he straightened bis broad shoulders, and with hand outstretched towards the waving fields Of grain, this young French Canadian, model of symmetrical build, replied: “Be gosh, yes, we like him—the farmin’—well, don't we, Jeannette?" As he smilingly turnod to tho young (Wife standing near. She had accom panied him from Montreal to his far west home, to assist him by her wifely belp and companionship, In making n Dew home In this new land. "Yes, we come here wan year ago, and we never farm before. Near Montreal, me father, he kep de grls’ mill, an’ de cardin' mill, an’ be gosh! he run de cheese factor’ too. He work, an' me work, an’ us work tarn har', be gosh! tJs work for de farmer; well ’den, ■ometin’ go not always w’at you call RANG THE BELL, ALL RIGHT El — 1 btiouiM of Yield of Wheal in Western Canada lor t 1910 Mora Than One Hundred Million Bushels. de’ right, an' de farmer he say de' mean t'lng, be gosh! and tell us go to •—well, anyway he tarn mad. Now,” and then he waved his hand again ItowardB the fields, "I 'ave no bodder, Bo cardin' mill, no gris' mill, no cheese factor’. 1 am now de farmer man an' when me want to, mo can say to de Oder fellow! you go-! Well, we like him—the farmin’.” And that was a good definition of Independence. Throughout a trip of several hun <fred miles In the agricultural district of Western Canada, the writer found the farmers In excellent spirits, an optimistic feeling being prevalent everywhere. It will be Interesting to the thousands on the American side of the line to know that their rela tlves and friends are doing well there, that they have made their homo In a country that stands up so splendidly iunder what has been trying conditions In most of the northwestern part of ,the farming districts of the continent. With the exception of some portions of Southern Alberta, and also a por tion of Manitoba and Southern Sas katchewan the grain crops could be described as fair, good and excellent. The same drought that affected North and South Dakota, Montana, Minne sota, Wisconsin and other of the (northern central states extended over into a portion of Canada just men tioned. But in these portions the crops for the past four or five years ■were splendid and the yields good. The great province of Saskatchewan has suffered less from drought in pro Jiortlon to her area under cultivation than either of the other provinces. On the other hand, instead of the drought being confined very largely to the south of the main line of the C. P. R. It Is to be found in patches right through the center of northern Sas katchewan also. In spite, of this, how ever, Saskatchewan has a splendid crop. A careful checking of the aver ages of yield, with the acreages in the different districts, gives an average yield of 15V* bushels to the acre. In Southern Alberta one-fifth of the Winter wheat will not be cut, or has been re-sown to feed. There are In dividual crops which will run as hlgl: as 45 bushels on acres of 600 and 1,00< acres, but there are others which wlB drop as low as 15. A safe average foi winter wheat will be 19 bushels. Th« sample Is exceptionally fine, excepting In a few cases where It has been wrln kled by extreme heat. Tho northern section of Alberta hai been naturally anxious to Impress *th« world with the fact that It has not suffered from drought, and this is quits true. Wheat crops run from 20 to 3( bushels to an acre, but In a report such as Uils it is really only possible to deal with the province as a whol« and while the estimate may seem very low to the people of Alberta, It Is fall i to the province throughout. When the very light rainfall and other eccentricities of the past season are taken Into account, It seems noth lng short of a miracle that the Cana dian West should have produced 10J million bushels of wheat, which it less than 18 million bushels short ol the crop of 1909. It is for the West generally a paying crop and perhapi tho best advertisement the country has ever had, as it shows that no mat ter how dry tho year, with thorough tillage, good seed and proper methods of conserving tho moisture, a crop can always be produced. As some evidence of the feeling of the farmers, are submitted letters written by farmers but a few days ago, and they offor the best proof that can be given. Maidstone, Sask., Aug. 4, ’10. I came to Maidstone from Menomi nee, Wls., four years ago, with my parents and two brothers. Wo all lo cated homesteads at that time and now have our patents. The soli Is a rich black loam ns good as I have evei seen. Wo have had good crops each year and In 1909 they were exceeding ly good. Wheat yielding from 22 to 40 bushels per acre and oats from 40 to 80. We are well pleased with the country and do not care to return to our native state. 1 certainly believe that Saskatchewan Is Just the place for a hustler to get a start and make himself a home. Wages here for farm labor range from $35 to $46 per month. Lee Dow. Tofleld, Alberta, July 10, 1910. I am a native of Texas, the largest and one of the very best stateB of the Union. I have been here three years and have not one desire to return to the States to live. There Is no place I know of that offers such splendid Inducements for capital, brain and brawn. I would like to say to all who are not satisfied where you aro, make a trip to Western Canada; If you do not like It you will feel well repaid for your trip. Take this from one who's on the ground. We enjoy splen did government, laws, school, railway facilities, health, and last, but not least, an Ideal climate, and this from a Texan. O. L. Pughs. James Normur of Porter, Wisconsin, after visiting Dauphin, Manitoba, says: "I have been In Wisconsin 25 years, coming out from Norwny. Never have 1 Been better laud and the crops In East Dauphin are better than I have ever seen, especially the oats. There Is more straw and It has heav ier heads than ours In Wisconsin. "This Is Just the kind of land we are looking for. We are all used to mixed farming and the land we have seen Is finely adapted to that sort of work. Cattle, hogs, horses and grain will be my products, and for the live stock, prospects could not be better. I have never seen such cattle as are raised here on the wild prairie grasses and the vetch that stands three or four feet high In the groves and on the open prairie. Sir Wilfred Laurler Talks to Amer leans. Sir Wilfred Laurler, Premier of Cannda, Is now making a tour of Western Canada and In the course of his tour he has visited many of tho districts In which Americans have set tled. He expresses himself as highly pleased with them. At Craig, Sas katchewan, the American settlers joined with tho others In an address of welcome. In replying Sir Wilfred said In part: “I understand that many of you have come from the great Republic to tho south of us—a land which Is akin to us by blood and tradition. I hope that In coming from a free coun try you realize that you come also to another free country, and that al though you came from a republic you have come to what Is a crowned democracy. The King, our sovereign, has perhaps not so many powers as the President of the United States, but whether we are on tho one side of the lino or the other, we are all brothers by blood, by kinship, by ties of relationship. In coming here as you have come and becoming natural ized citizens of this country no one de sires you to forget the land of your ancestors. It would be a poor man who would not always have In his heart a fond affection for the land which he came from. The two greatest countries today are certainly the United Kingdom of Great lifltain and Ireland and the Republic of the Unit ed States. Lei them be united to gether and the peace of the world wdll be forever assured. "1 hope that In coming here as you have, you have found liberty. Justice and equality of rights. In this coun try. as In your own, you know nothing of separation of creed and race, for you are all Canadians here. And If I may express a wish It Is that you would become as good Canadians as you have been good Amer'cans and that you may yet remain good Amer icans. We do not want you to forget what you have been: but we want you to look more to the future than to the past. Let me, before we part, tender you the sincere expression of my warmest gratii"do for your reception.” TAVERNAY A Tale of the Red Terror BY BURTON E. STEVENSON. Author of “The Marathon Mystery,” "The Hotladay Case,” "A Soldier of Virginia,” etc. Copyrighted. 1909, by Burton EL Stevenson. ------- CHAPTER XIII—(Continued) "I know it!" confessed his master, and wiped ills forehead with a shak ing hand. "Yet I would have risked it giadly, had I only killed that scoundrel. I must kill him—I must kill him. I could not rest in my grave with him alive!” “Who Is it?" asked Madame. “Who Is it that you wish to kill?” "The scoundrel who set these peas ants on.” "Who seeks your life?" "Oh, more than my life, madame!" he answered hoarsely. "More than my life! i could forgive him that!" For a moment, she stared at him, not understanding. Then her face went white with horror and she put out a hand for support. "It cannot come to that!” she mur mured. "At least, we will not let it come to that!” “No,” he said, and drew her to him. "Do not fear, my love. It shall never come to that!" The firing had slackened and at lasl we ventured to look down again. The mob had drawn away from the tower and had gathered into little groups staring up at It. "It is to be a siege,” said M. le Comte, laughing grimly. "If we were only provisioned, we might hold out Indefinitely—and these rogues have little patience." But Pasdeloup shook his head. “You do not know them, monsieur," he said. “They have patience enough. But it Is not a siege they are planning —It is on assault—I am sure of It.” "Well, let them plan," retorted his master. “Let them assault. Much good will It do them!” "No doubt,” said Pasdeloup, quietly, "the governor of the Bastille uttered the same words when he looked down at the unarmed mob of Paris from the battlement of his prison.” “You are right, my friend,” said M. le Cotnte. gently. "He did not under stand the power of the people. But I, who have been In La Vendee, should know better. You think we are In danger, then?" "Beyond question,” answered Pasde loup. "And I am glad that it Is so— that there will be no sclge. Since there Is no succor for us anywhere, we must. In the end, either starve or surrender. For myself, I prefer a short sharp fight, with death at the end of It.” "And I,” I said. “For myself I can say the same,” agreed M. le Comte. "But for the women," and he glanced toward where they stood, sheltered by the parapet "For the women," said Pasdeloup, grimly, "the last bullets must be saved.” "Thore is nothing then, but to remain here and be murdered?" demanded his masted. "You believe that, Pasde loup?" ■wered tie other, cheerfully. "We ■hall first make every elTort to escape.” Hut how?” “I must think about It,” said Pas doloup, with a self assurance which at another time would have been amusing. “There is no time to be lost," and he disappeared down the Stair leading to the floor below. My companion looked after him musingly. “Ah. Tavernay." he said, "I am be ginning to suspect that there are depths In these peasants of which we have never dreamed. I have seen them tight like heroes and 1 had always thought them cowards. Here tonight I have seen one stand erect, a man, and I had fancied that they could only crawl. When France wins through this peril and shakes off this madness which has her by the throat, there will be such a scarcity of hearts as the world has never seen." A sudden stillness had fallen upon the mob below; no sound rose to the platform save the crackling of the flames. We looked down to see what tills unaccustomed silence meant, and found that the little groups of people had drawn still farther away from the tower and were watching it with a kind of awed expectancy. Their silence was Infinitely more sinister than their shouting: there was something about It —something horrible and threatening— which sent a chill to the very marrow. Why should they stand there staring at the tower? What frightful thing was about to happen? M. lo Comte evidently felt the same foreboding, for he gazed down at them with drawn brows. "What do they mean?" he muttered. "What do they mean?" He stared a moment longer, then turned to his wife. “Come hither, my love,” he said, and when she came, drew her to him and held her close. My heart was full to bursting. In an Instant I was beside Charlotte. "My love,” I said softly, and held out my arms to her. "What is It?" she whispered. "Oh, what is It?" "I do not know. They are preparing something, awaiting something. It Is the end, perhaps." “The end," she echoed hoarsely. "The end." and she stared up Into my eyes, her lips trembling. “And If It were," I questioned gently, "would you not wish to meet it with my arms about you? Oh, they are longing for you." She did not answer, but I fancied she swayed toward me. In an Instant she was close againsf my heart—close against my heart. “Since this is the end," I said, softly, "since there Is no future, you are going to love me, are you not, Charlotte? And there Is a future! In a moment more nothing can ever separate us—your soul and mine! Look at me, my love!" The tears were streaming down her face as she lifted it to mine. “Kiss me!" she whispered. "Kiss me!” I bent and kissed her and felt her warm lips answer. Oh. now I could smile In the very face of death! "I love you!" I murmured, my pulses bounding wildly. "I love you—love you —love you! Now and always, I love i you; for life or death-" A deep roar burst upon the night, a sheet of livid flame leaped upward toward us, and the tower swnved and trembled as though smitten by some mighty hand. . CHAPTER XIV. A Better Man Than I. I opened my eyes to find the tower still standing, and my love clinging to me. her face tear-stained and white. "We are safe!” she cried. “We are safe'. It was not the end!" Then the bonds of bewilderment were struck away, for the mob, with a wild yell, charged toward the tower as one man. "A mine!" cried M. le Corate. '“A s mine!" and putting his wife gently from him, he hurled himself toward the stair. Blindly I bent and kissed the red lips still raised to mine, put away the dinging hands—with what aching of the heart may be imagined!—and fol lowed M. le Comte without daring to look back. Down we flew, half smoth ered by the fumes of sulphur and clouds of dust, down into that black pit which yawned to swallow us, one flight, two—then M. le Comte held me back. “Wait," he said; "wait," and he de scended cautiously some few steps. He was back beside me in a moment. “They have made a breach," he said. "I could Bee the glint of their torches through it. But they must clear away the debris before they can enter. We have perhaps five minutes.” "We can hold the stair,” I said. "It is steep and narrow. Two swords can keep an army back.” "But once they gain entrance below us, they can burn us out. No, we must escape, Tavernay—or make a dash for It. Better death by the sword than by Are.” "And the women?" "For them," he said, with set teeth, "the same death as for us—it is the only way. For me, my wife; for you, Charlotte. Are you brave enough to thrust your sword into her heart, my friend?” A cold sweat broke out upon me, head to foot. "God In heaven, no!" I cried hoarse ly. "Not that—anything but that!" "As for me," said my companion, with a terrible calmness, “I prefer to kill my wife rather than abandon her to the mercies of Goujon. Come, Tavernay, be a man! You love her and yet you hesitate I" "Love her! Oh. God!” I groaned. "Come! We have but a moment. They are almost through!" and, in deed, I could hear the frantic blows with which the debris was being swept aside, could see the reflection of the torches' glare. By a supreme effort I controlled the trembling which shook me. "Very well, monsieur,” I said, as calmly as I could, "I am ready. What Is It you propose?” By the dim glare of the torches I could see his white face, poised like a phantom’s In the air before me. "Spoken like a manl" he said and gripped my hand. "What I propose is this—we will hold this stair until they find they cannot carry it by assault; then, as they prepare their fire, we will ascend to the platform, bid the women good-by—Goa of Heaven, what Is that?” I, too, heard the blood curdling sound which rose suddenly In one corner of the room. It was a sort of snarling whine, which rose and fell and rose again, mixed with a hideous panting which never stopped. There was some thing bestial about it—something ap palling, inhuman—yet what beast could produce a sound like that? Cautiously we approached the cor ner, sword in hand. Whatever it was, however formidable, we must have it out—we could run no risk of being tak en in the rear. The great, draped bed loomed through the darkness, sinister and threatening. The sounds came from within it—the thing had taken refuge there. As I stared with smart ing eyes, I fancied I could see the cur tains quiver, as though the thing be hind them was trembling with eager ness to spring upon us. "A light! We must have a light!” cried M. le Comte, stamping his feet in an agony of Impatience. “God's blood! What is it. Tavernay?”' Gripping my teeth to restrain their < hattering, I advanced to the bed and Jerked down the rotting curtains. They fell In a suffocating shower of dust, yet even then I could see nothing of what lay behind. But the noise ceased. Then suddenly beside me rose a phantom, which, even as I drew back my arm to strike, seized my wrist and held it in a grip of steel. "Not so fast, monsieur,” said a hoarse voice. "Pasdeloup! Was It you, then?" But Pasdeloup had already turned to his master. "I have a rope, M. le Comte," he said "A rope! A rope! But where did you got It, Pasdeloup?" "From the bed. Oh. I had trouble enough loosening those knots! They had been tightened by I know not what weight! The people who lay in that bed were giants! And at the end, I thought it would be too late. But It Is not—It is not! Come—there is yet a ehanee!” He started for the stair, and at the same instant there came from below a crash of falling stone and a chorus of exultant yells. "They have broken through," said M. le Comte. "They will be upon us in a moment. Tavernay, to you I confide my wife, and to you, Pasdeloup! Has ten! Hasten! I will keep them back," and he took his station at the stair head. Without a word Pasdeloup threw the ro-e to me, sprang to the corner whjtf'e the bed stood, and with a single jerk ripped off one of the heavy posts, tipped with iron; then, pushing his master aside, roughly and yet tenderly, he seized for himself the post of dan ger, from which there could be no re treat. "Go, messieures," he cried. "Go quickly! There is yet time!*’ We stood uncertain. It seemed such a cowardly thing to run away, leaving this man to face the frenzied mob— to abandon him, to permit him to lay down his life for us—such a cowardly thing! He glanced around to see us still standing there. "Not gone!" he cried furiously. "Body of God! Are we all to die, then —and the women, too? Fools! Cow ards!" "He is right," said M. le Comte, hoarsely. "He is right, Tavernay—It is cowardice holds us here! We must go, if we would save the women. Pasde loup." he said. "I thank thee. I honor thee. Thou art a better man than I!" "Go. monsieur, go!" urged Pasde loup. "I am paying my debt. My life has been yours, any time these 20 years. It is nothing. Go." Without a word M. le Comte turned and started up the stair. I followed him, my eyes blurred with tears, And as we went, we heard a rush of feet behind us, then a chorus of groans and yells,' which told us that the attack had begun, and that Pasdeloup, stood firm. And M. le Comte's words were ring ing In my head. Pasdeloup. Pasdeloup! A better man than I! A better man than I! c: PTKR XV. The End of Gabirelle’s Tower. Not until we had reached the plat form and come out Into the deal moonlight and the radiance of the glow cast by the flames was It possible for us to examine the rope and ascertain If Pasdeloup had really provided us with a means of escape. It was a cord 1 light but of unusual strength which had been passed from side to side of the bed to support the bedding, and not rotten as I had feared. But it was too short—a glance told me that—too short by many feet to reaoh from the parapet to the ground. "We must use one of the windows," I said, and M. le Comte assented with a motion of the head. I ran down to the floor below, and, closing my ears as well as I could, to the shrieks and curses of the mob which was struggling to force a pas sage to the stair, flung back the shut ter of the window which looked out upon the wood opposite the chateau. Then cautiously I scanned the ground about the tower, but could see no evi dence of my guard, nor any stragglers from the mob which was hurling itself on Pasdeloup. With a deep breath of, relief, I withdrew my head, and secur ing one end of the cord to the great hinge of the shutter, made a loop in the other. At that instant, M. le Comte came down the stair, bringing the women with him. He noted my arrangements at a glance and approved them with a nod. "Now, my love,” ho said, and mad ame came forward at once, pale, but holding herself admirably in hand. By the moonlight which flooded the apartment through the open window, I perceived, dark against her bosom, the handle of a dagger, and instantly I knew who had given it to her and why. “I am ready, monsieur,” she said, and lifted a radiant face to his. I knew that she believed she was going to her death and was not afraid. “Good!” he cried. “You are setting us all an example of courage. Sit here on the window sill—so; now swing your feet over—so; now place them in this loop and grasp the rope tightly. Stay close by the tower until we descend. It will be but a moment. And now good by, my love.” She bent and kissed him, then let herself slide slowly from the window ledge, while we braced ourselves for the shock. 1 could see the shudder which shook her as she whirled for a moment in midair; I saw her teeth sink into her lip to restrain the cry of terror which rose in her throat. Then she succeeded in steadying her self, and we lowered her hand over hand. “God grant that she has not been seen,” murmured M. le Comte, and from my heart I echoed the prayer. In a moment the rope slackened and we knew that she had reached the ground. M. le Comte leaned out and looked down at her and waved his hand . She is safe,” he said, “she has not been seen.” In a breath we had drawn the rope up again. “Now, Charlotte,” said M. le Comte, and I helped her to mount the win. dow ledge. “Mademoiselle,” I said hoarsely, “take this pistol; conceal It somewhere in your gown. And if you are sur prised, if you see there is no escape, use it." For an Instant she did not under stand; then, with a quick breath, she held Out her hand. “Thank you," she said qijietly, “I shall not forget,” and she thrust the weapon beneath her cloak. "Goodby, my love,” I whispered, and with a quick blush she pressed her lips to mine. “My love, my love.” She smiled at me and held her eyes on mine; then she passed slowly down ward, out of sight. A moment more and she, too, had reached the gTound. So concerned had we been in get ting them safely down, that neither of us had thought or fear for the tu mult beneath our feet; but now, as we paused an instant to take breath, it seemed to me that it was mounting toward us. “You next, M. le Comte,” I said, "and do not wait for me. Get under cover of the wood, and I will Join you—but do not wait too long.” He hesitated an Instant, then sprang to the sill. “That is best," he answered. "We shall wait for you at the edge of the wood directly west of the tower. You cannot miss us. And we will wait until you come.” He gripped my hand, caught the rope and disappeared from the win dow. At the same Instant I turned and darted down the stair. At every step the pandemonium below grew in volume until it seemed that all the fiends of hell were fighting on that narrow stair; the pungent smell of powder assailed my nostrils and through the darkness I caught the flash of musket and pistol and the flare of torches. But with a grasp of relief I saw’ that the mob had not yet gained a foothold in the room. (Continued Next Week.) rrnn i i > i i HE WAS A BIGGER FOOL. Mrs. Fuyter—I was a fool to marry you. Mr. Fuyter—I think so—but you must not take all the blame on yourself. I iislii i > iv »n It Is a matter of common observation that grass does not grow so well close to ees as in the open. The same Is tri of grains. Experiments In this country and In England have shown that the deleterious effects upon one another of grass and trees are mutual. The trees suffer as well as the grass and grain. This is especially true of fruit trees. The cause is ascribed to the excretion by the trees, on the one hand, of substances poisonous to the grass, on the other hand, of substances poisonous to the trees. It thus appears that the failure of grass to grow well near trees should not be ascribed to too much shade, nor to the exhaustion bv the tree roots of the food needed by the grass. Ellis island records show that of 52, 727 immigrants who arrived here in July, 12,895; or about 25 per cent, are illiterates. Illiteracy is no bar to an immigrant so long as he appears physi cally able to care for himself. Only 1,127 persons who sought to enter the country’ were haired at the port of New York last month. Munyon’s _ Witch flozet .Soap - is more soothing than Cold £S» Cream; more healing than * any lotion, liniment or salve; more beautifying than any cosmetic. Cures dandruff and slops hair from falling out _ Try murine eye remedv For Red, Weak, Weary, Watery Eye* and I GRANULATED EYELIDS I Murine Doesn’tSmart—Soothes Eye Pain Dnvfists Sell Marine Ere Remedy, Liquid, 25c, 50e, 51.0# Murine Eye Salve, in Aseptic Tubes, 29c, $1.09 EYE ,BOOKS AND ADVICE FREE BY MAI& Murine Eye Remedy Co.,Chicago AWFUL. V Stranger—I suppose you people In this town think you have the grandest climate in the country? Man With a Cold—No; but we claln the greatest variety. Opportunity of Suffragist. Baroness Aletta Koril tells in one of the magazines how the women of Finland came to vote. The fact la that women had to show that they could meet an emergency before the vote came to them. They have not had many opportunities to take the Initiative In the world’s history and they have not always responded when the opportunity came, but when a crisis, such as that In 1904, when the strike and the revolutionary outbreak In Russia took place at the same time, occurred, they proved they could make peace by doing it. Not until England and the United States find the women helping them to bear some great trouble will they give them the right to vote. Globular Lightning, Yesterday the Inhabitants of Lewis ham were provided with a specimen of (hat curious phenomenon known aa “globular lightning.” It is what is commonly called the “fire hall," and as It persists for several seconds it Is obviously of a totally different char acter from any other form of lightning. It Is much less brilliant than ordinary lightning, and Its brightness appears to be that of Iron at the "red hot” stage. It Is not, as some accounts might lead one to Infer, a solid mlssle, but it Is always spherical and appears to fall from a thunder cloud by Its own gravity, sometimes rebounding after striking the ground.—London Globe. Source of Revelation. Twenty-seven new, crisp $1 hills, says Harper's Weekly, weigh as much as a $20 gold piece. Wouldn't have thought It, and have no means of proving the assertion, but If so It Is probably owing In some way to the recent activity of the Inspectors of weights and measures. “NO FRILLS” Just Sensible Food Cured Him. Sometimes a good, healthy commer cial traveler suffers from poorly se lected food and Is lucky If he learns that Grape-Nuts food will put him right. A Cincinnati traveler says: "About a year ago my stomach got in a bad way. I had a headache most of the time and suffered misery. For several months I ran down until I lost about 10 pounds In weight and finally had to give up a good position and go home. Any food that I might use seemed to nauseate me. "My wife, hardly knowing what to do, one day brought home a package of Grape-Nuts food and coaxed me to try 1L I told her It was no use hut finally to humor her I tried a little, and they Just struck my taste. It was the first food I had eaten In near ly a year that did not cause any suffer ing. "Well, to make a long story short,! began to Improve and stuck to Grape Nuts. I went up from 135 pounds In December to 194 pounds the following October. “My brain Is clear, blood all right and appetite too much for any man's pocketbook. In fact, I am thor oughly made over, and owe It all to Grape-Nuts. I talk so much about what Grape-Nuts will do that some of the men on the road have nicknamed me ‘Grape-Nuts,’ but I stand today a healthy, rosy-cheeked man—a pretty good example of what the right kind of food will do. “You can publish this If you want to. It is a true statement without any frills.” Read the little book, “The Road to Wellville,” In pkgs. “There's a Reason." Ever read the above letter? A new onf appear** from time to time. Thef ■ re genuine, true, and full of huauui Uimat.