I TAVERNAY
\ A Tale of the Red Terror
BY BURTON E. 8TEVEN8ON.
Author of “The Marathon Mystery,” "The Holladay Case,” “A Soldier of
Virginia,” etc.
Copyrighted. 1909, by Burton K. Stevenson.
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CHAPTER XV—(Continued)
I sprang to one side where an
angle of the wall shielded me from
the bullets and paused to look about
me The air was thick with smoke,
and not until I drew quite near could
I perceive Pasdeloup's squat figure. He
was standing at the head of the stair,
a little to one side, Ills huge club raised
In his hands. At that Instant a shaggy
head appeared and the club fell upon
It, crushing it like a shell of glass.
Tile body pitched forward quivering,
and again Pasdeloup raised his club
and waited llko the very god of death.
As I silently took my place beside
him, I perceived that the sounds from
below were not all yells of rage and
triumph; there were groans among j
them and oaths and screams of agony, i
and as the smoke lifted for an Instant,
1 saw that tho stair was cumbered with
bodies.
A sort of panic seized upon the mob
as It discovered Its own losses, and
for a moment It drew back In terror
before this mysterious nnd fearful
weapon, which slew and slew, silent,
untiring. A sudden stillness fell upon
them as they contemplated that bloody
stair—a stillness broken only by those
groans and curses. Then someone
shouted a shnrp command nnd a cloud
of bluck smoko puffed Into our faces
end the odor of burning straw.
As I touched him on the arm, Pas
deloup, whose attention had been
wholly concentrated on the stair,
wheeled upon me, his club ready to
Btrlke.
"Comel" I shouted In his ear.
•‘Come!” and I motioned to the stair
behind us.
"M. le Comte,” he demanded, "where
Is he?”
“He Is safe,” I answered. "So are
tho women! Save yourself!”
He glanced again at the stair nnd
sniffed the air with distended nos
ti11s.
"They are going to burn us out," he
said, and even as he spoke, a tongue
of yellow flame licked the bottom of
the stair.
Then the wounded wretches
stretched upon It understood the fate
1n store for them; their shrieks re
doubled, but now there were prayers
mingled with the curses. My heart
turned sick within me as I looked
at them.
“Come!" I urged and plucked at
my companion's sleeve.
This time he nodded, and I ran up
the stair. He followed nt my heels.
"Here we are,” I said, and paused
at the open window.
He motioned me to precede him. I
■prang to the sill, slezed the cord
and slid to the ground so rapidly that
It burnt into my Angers, but I scarce
ly felt the pain. In a moment, Pas
deloup stood beside me.
"This way," he said, and without an
Instant's hesitation, led tho way to
ward a thicket near the tower. We
plunged Into It without stopping to
look back and pushed our way forward
until we came to a little eminence
bare of trees. Here we paused to take
breath.
The dawn was Just tingling the east
ern sky, but across the cold, grey light.,
there burst suddenly a mighty linger
of flame. It was the tower blazing like
a monster torch, and I shuddered ns
I thought of the fate of the wretches
who had perished there.
I , CHAPTER XVI.
I _____
i The Tragedy.
Pasdeloup did not so much as glance
At the blazing tower. He was gazing !
At the woods about us, scanning each |
thicket with eyes preternaturally
bright. It was still too dark for me to
discern anything at all In the smudge
of shadow beneath the trees, but my
companion seemed to labor under no
such disability. I knew, of course,
t at he was searching for some trace
tit his master.
"Ho said that he would wait for
us at the edge of the wood," I told
him, "straight westward from the
tower.”
"We came that way,” said Pasde
loup gruffly. "It was there I ]
thought to And him, but he was not
there. I will go back again. Wait j
here for me.”
In an Instant he had disappeared be
neath the trees so quietly that I did
not hear so much ns the rustle of a
leaf. He melted Into the forest; be
came a part of It.
1 turned back to the tower and
watched the flames as they leaped high
In the heavens, us though striving to
touch the stars, which faded and paled
before the growing light In the east.
Hawn was at hand, and I realized the j
l'olly of lingering there. That rope
hanging from the window must be soon
discovered—perhaps had been dlseov- |
ered long ere tlils—and pursuit, of ;
course, would follow Instantly. And my i
heart suddenly chilled at the thought'
that perhaps M. le Comte and the ;
women had walked straight Into a trap
which had been set for them.
The thought brought me to my 1
leet, and 1 looked to right and loft
with an overpowering feeling of help- j
lessness. At the tirst step I would
be lost. And yet 1 could not stand
idle—
A sudden vivid sense of companion- 1
ehlp caused ino to start around. It
was Pasdeloup who had returned us
noiselessly as he had gone.
"You found them?” I asked.
He shook his head and sank to a
sitting posture, his brows knitted, his
eyes staring straight before him. 1
burned to ask the direction of his
search, the details of It, but something
In his attitude warned me to hold my
tongue. Then suddenly his face cleared
and he sprang to hls feet.
"Come," he said, and set off down
the hill at a pace which 1 found It no
small task to equal.
Once among the trees the going was I
•till more difficult How my cumpan- !
Ion got ahead so swiftly and easily I
could not understand As for myself I
I floundered through the underbrush1
and over the uneven ground as best
I could; but the best was bad enough,
and more than once I fancied that
Pasdeloup had abandoned me to my
own resources, but always I found him
patiently awaiting tne. He seemed to
nave some well-defined objective point
In view, for he went straight forward '
without looking to right or left. We
came at the end of a few moments.
Into a gentle valley, nearly free of
trees, and up this he turned almost ut 1
a run At last I panted after him up i
a little hill and found him calmly sit- i
ting at the top.
I flung myself beside him. breathless,
utterly exhausted
"Do not wait for me." I said, as soon
os I could speak. "You must find them
— tin y need you more than I. I will
shift for rhyself."
^" '’op here," he answered, gruffly
1'bey must pass this way"
At last I was able to sit up and look
about me. The hill on which we were
stood at the Junction of two little
valleys.
"They must come by one of those,"
continued Pasdeloup. "We will wait
until they pass.”
“But why did they not wait for us In
the wood?” I questioned. “Perhaps M.
le Comte gave me up when I did not
follow him."
"No,” said Pasdeloup. "They waited;
but they were discovered and forced to
flee."
"Discovered?’’ I repeated, despairing
ly
"At least a body of peasants passed
over the spot where they had stopped.
They may not have been seen.”
I breathed again.
“And they will pass tills way?”
"They must, If they keep to the cover
of the woods."
“They will, of course, do that,” I said,
and strained my eyes down each of the
valleys In turn.
Our position commanded a consider
able view of the surrounding country,
but the chateau was hidden from our
sight by a low spur of hill which ran
down Into the valley at our left. I fan
cied I could still see In the sky the
reflection of the light from the burning
tower, but a moment later I saw It was
the sun, Just peeping over the trees to
the east.
Then I began to chafe at the delay,
for It seemed to me that we were wast
ing time. I glanced at my companion
and found that seemingly ho had to
tally forgotten me.
“Pasdeloup," I said at last, "are you
quite sure that 11. le Comte must pass
tills hill?"
He looked up with a start and a
frown.
"Yes," he answered harshly, and I
saw that he himself waB troubled at
the delay. "To north and south are
only open fields, where people are
working, and many houses. He could
not hope to pass that way unseen, es
pecially with the women. He will
know this. He will know that he
must follow this valley to the west.
In this way ho can keep to the shel
ter of the hills until he reaches the
valley of the Dive. Beyond that is
the Boeage."
"You are right." I agreed; "It Is
the Boeage he will seek to reach.
There he will be Safe. But perhaps
ho has already passed."
Pasdeloup shook his head.
“Impossible. We came by a short
er way which the women could not
have followed. Besides, he said he
would wait for you. It Is that which
Is delaying him. He fancies you are
lost somewhere In the woods down
yonder. I shall have to seek him,"
and he rose to his feet with sudden
resolution.
Then he stopped and stood for an
Instant staring down the valley.
“There they are!” he cried. "There
they are!”
I sprang to my feet and followed
with iny eyes his pointed finger. For
some moments I saw nothing—only
tho tangle of trees and underbrush;
then I caught a movement among the
trees and three figures came out Into
a little glade below us.
The women came forward slowly
ami with difficulty, as though al
ready weary. M. le Comte paused to
1 nnlr Kn < <1/
"You were right," I said, touched
to the heart. "He Is still looking
for me." But Pasdeloup had placed
his hand behind his ear and was lis
tening Intently, Ills face of a sudden
rigid as stone.
"They have waited for you too
long,” ho said roughly. "They are
followed," and he plunged down the
hillside toward them, I after him.
M. le Cnmto had given an arm to
each of the women and was hurrying
them forward, encouraging each In
turn. Not until vve were almost upon
them did he hear us; then he snatched
out his pistols and whirled toward us.
“M. le Comte!" I cried. "Madame!"
but my eyes were only for that other
face, grey and dreary In the cold light
of the morning. She had been staring
listlessly at the ground, but at sound
of my voice she started round upon
me, her face white as death, and
clutched mudame for support.
"Tavernay!" cried M. le Comte, a
great light In his face. "And Pasde
loup! Ah, X understand now why you
lingered!” and lie held out a hand to
each of us. "Wo thought you dead!
Wo thought the flumes had caught
you!”
"Come.” said Pasdeloup. "This Is
no time for words."
“You are right," agreed his master.
"Tavernay, I again entrust Charlotte
to you."
I crossed to her and took her hands
In mine and drew her to me.
"1 thought you dead," she murmured,
raising brimming eyes to mine. "I
thought you lmd stayed too long," and
I felt how she was trembling.
"Come, ' cried l’asdeloup again,
"there is a hiding place, If we can
only reach It.” ami he glanced anxious
ly over Ills shoulder.
I drew my love forward, my arm
still about her.
"We are going to escape," I mur
mured In her ear. "We nre going to
be very happy. God Intends it."
She looked up Into my eyes and
smiled tremulously. X could guess
how near she was to absolute exhaus
tion. and did my best to save her. Our
way for a time led over a smooth mead
ow. then we plunged Into the rocky bed
of a brook, which mounted so steeply
that our progress was very slow. The
way grew more and more rought, great
boulders blocked the path, and on
either side the banks of the torrent rose
abruptly to a height of many feet.
Tlnn. from far ilown the valley be
hind us, came the bay of a hound.
M. le Comte stopped and listened.
"X know that bay," he said. "That
Is Roland What can he be hunt
ing?"
"He Is hunting his master," answered
I’asdcloup grimly. "Goujon devised
that trick."
"Goujon." murmured M. le Comte,
"always Goujon."
"It was he trained the dog," add
ed Pasdeloup. "Come. We are* los
ing time.”
"The women cannot go much farther
along such a road as this," his mas
ter warned him.
"We have not far to go—just
around that turn, yonder, and we are
sa fe.'
Suddenly behind us rose a chorus of
savage yells.
I drew my companion to me and
half carried her up the steep slope over
which. In rainy weather, the torrent
plunged Pasdeloup had already
reached the top. As 1 looked back. I
saw a mob of men clamlierlng savagely
■>'er the rocks below. At that moment.
M. le Comte panted up, with Madame
in his arms
"There,’ he said, with a smile of
triumph, as he placed her on her feet.
! "That la accomplished! They will never
I dare—”
| A single musket shot rang out; X
saw the smoke drift slowly up—and
at the same Instant, madame staggered
1 and fell Into her husband’s outstretched
| arms.
"What Is It?” he cried. “Oh, my love,
my love!”
Her eyes were open and she was
gazing fondly at him. She tried to
speak, but could not. Her lips were
decked with blood. Then her eyes
closed, her arm fell limp—
It had happened so suddenly that I
could scarcely realize It—could scarcely
believe It—
“Come,” said Pasdeloup again, and
touched his master’s arm.
M. le Comte lifted to us a face con
vulsed.
"Go!” he said hoarsely. "Pasde
loup, I charge you with those two.
Save them! I can hold this mob
back.”
Pasdeloup looked down at them.
They were very near and climbing
steadily upward. With a strength al
most superhuman, he caught up a huge
boulder and sent It bounding toward
them down the slope. They saw It
coming and scattered; then, when a
second followed It, fled wildly.
Their advance had been checked for
the moment.
Pasdeloup turned back to his master.
"Come,” he said again.
M. lo Comte laid his wife’s body
gently down and stood erect.
"I tell you I die here,” he said, a
great calmness In his eyes. "Will you
obey me, or will you not? I com
mand you to guide these two to the
hiding place you spoke of."
For an Instant, Pasdelop's eyes
blazed defiance; then he glanced
down at the enemy, and his lips
curved Into a smile. He bent his head
and set off up the stream.
"Follow him, Tavernay,” commanded
M. le Comte, seeing that I hesitated. "I
would not save my life If I could—It Is
loathsome to me. I commend Charlotte
to you. Go straight west to the Bocage
—there you will find friends. God bless
J vee«.
"I cannot go,” I faltered. “I can
not leave you here I That would be
too cowardly I"
•■Cowardly!" he achoed, facing
around upon me. “It la I who have
chosen the coward's part! To you
I give a duty far more difficult. Ah,
here they come,” he added, and ne
ruised his pistols. "Go—I beg of you.
Be brave enough to go!"
I could do nothing but obey—-no
other path lay open. With sinking
heart, I passed my arm again about
the waist of my companion, who
seemed only half conscious of what
was happening, and followed Pasde
loup, who was awaiting us Impa
tiently at a little distance.
“This way,” he said, and he turned
from the bed of the torrent up the
steep hillside. I paused for one
backward glance at the friend I had
abandoned; he was standing erect
pistols in hand—the tears blinded
me and I hastened on.
In a moment, Pasdeloup stopped.
"Do you see tliat ledge of rock up
yonder overgrown with vines?’ he
asked. "Put the vines aside and you
will find behind them a very coinfort
able cavern. Enter It and you are
safe.”
"And you?" I asked, seeing that he
turned away.
"I? Oh, I return to my master!"
and he was o(T In an Instant.
I looked after him, touched anew
by that dog-like devotion, until ho dis
appeared from sight down the bed of
the torrent. In the distance I heard
a rattle of muskets; they were attack
ing them, then; and I pictured to my
self that gallant figure defying them,
his eyes gleaming, a smile upon his
lips. Ah. if I were only there beside
him!
Then, suddenly, I became conscious
of a dead weight on my arm, and
glanced down to see that Charlotte was
lyng there unconscious.
CHAPTER XVII.
I Take a Vow.
For an Instant, I was so shaken by
that dead weight on my arm, by that
white drawn face turned blindly up to
mine, that my heart stopped in my
bosom. Then I shook the horror off.
“She has only fainted,”1 told myself.
"She is not dead; she cannot be dead;
It is nothing; It will pass In a moment;"
and gripping my teeth together In a
very agony of effort, I lifted her In my
arms and set off up the hillside toward
the ledge which Pasdeloup had pointed
out.
How I reached It I know not, for
long ere I had covered half the dis
tance, the world was reeling red be
fore me and the blood pounding like
a hammer In my brain. But reach
It I did, after what seemed an eter
nity, and. pushing aside that curtain
of vines, I saw behind It the dark
entrance to the cavern, framed by
the solid rock. I stooped and entered,
then laid my burden gently on the hard,
dry floor and flung myself, well-nigh
senseless, beside her.
(Continued Next Week.)
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THE HUSTLERS.
Smith Well, I guess you fellows In th*
i suburbs are pleased to have the chance
to run around In the fresh air these
mornings.
Swift—Run around? Huh! most of our
running Is right straight through the
fresh air to the station.
Mrs. Frederick T. Dubois, wife of the
former United States senator from Ida- |
i ho, delivered the most talked about
speech at the national mothers' con
gress recently held at Denver. In dis
cussing the causes of unhappy mar
riages Mrs. Dubois said: "The fault j
lies with men nnd women who enter |
marriage untrained for its responsibll- i
| itles. This fault the mothers' congress I
Is hound to efface by starting with ;
! the children and implanting In them
i ideas of unselfishness and regard for
tiie rights of others.
A Canton (O.) judge has sentenced
a man to spend every Sunday in Jail
: until further notice. He gives the
prisoner the privilege of working all
■ the week In order to support his fam
| lly, hut he must report at the jail every |
Saturday night. The Sundaj “boose" i
j is thus cut out l
YOUTHFUL HEIR TO THE
SHAKY SPANISH THRONE
/'=Sfr'V—-- --
PRINCE OF ASTURIAS.
The prince is the heir apparent to the Spanish throne, which is
menaced by a revolution at home and a conflict with the Vatican abroad.
FACETIOUS OWNER HAS
ROAD RULES FOR AUTOS
Perpetrates Set of Regulations
Which He Thinks Will Be
Fine for Some.
GOING IS FAR FROM GOOD
From the Sioux City Tribune.
There Is a feeling among automobile
iwners In Sioux City, as elsewhere,
ihat the restrictions and regulations
ipplled to these vehicles are some
times In the unreasonable class, but
the view Is one not often aired. It Is
the general disposition of drivers to
take whatever may be coming and let
it go at that.
Ono of the local enthusiasts, how
ever, has encountered a burlesque set
t>f rules applying to the use of ma
chines on the road which he figures Is
entitled to circulation. In exaggerated
requirements the burlesque seeks to
show the possible limits that may be
reached In the matter of regulations.
The compilation Is said to have orig
inated with a driver who had Just been
subjected to a fine for frightening a
:eam on a country road. The rules fol
ow:
1. On discovering an approaching team,
the outomoblllst must stop offside and
rover his machine with a tarpaulin, paint
ed to correspond with the scenery.
2. The speed limit on country roads will
tie secret this year, and the penalty of
September First—The Oyster.
I do not even wait to hear
The hall clock's warning chime,
But rise upon this day of days
An hour before the time.
Anticipation thrills my soul.
I hasten to the street,
With feelings of the kindliest
For every man I meet.
Thi waiter meets me at the door.
Attends me to a chair.
Brings pepper, salt and vinegar
And wipes the plate with care,
And then I speak the magic words,
By some unwritten law
Unheard since April passed away—
"Two dozen, Gaston, raw.”
—Minna Irving, In Leslie’s.
The Odd One.
From the Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph.
"As every one who has visited Lon
don knows,” said a young man former
ly attached to our embassy at the
British capital, “the number of pas
sengers carried on ceraln 'busses Is
limited by regulation.
"Once a kindly Irish conductor,
though quite aware that hts 'bus was
full, had permitted a young and sick
ly woman to squeeze In. The 'bus had
violation will be $10 for every mile an
offender Is caught going in excess of it.
3. Bridge whist rules of courtesy will
prevail among the chauffeurs.
4. On approaching a corner where he
cannot command a view of the road ahead,
the automobllist must stop not less than
100 yards from the turn, the mechanician
must be sent ahead to toot his horn, ring
the bell, fire a revolver, halloo, and send
up three bombs at Intervals of five min
utes.
5. Automobiles must again be season
ably painted—that is, so they will merge
with the pastoral ensemble and not be
startling. They must be green In the
spring, golden in summer, red in autumn
and w'hite in winter.
6. Automobiles running on the country
roads at night must send up a red rocket
every mile and wait 10 minutes for the
road to clear. They may then proceed,
carefully blowing their horns ana shoot
ing Roman candles.
7. In all cases where the roads are dusty
the chauffeur will slow down to one mile
an hour, sit on the radiator and lay the
dust in front with a hand sprinkler. If
the car is air cooled he assumes all risks
of being burned.
8. All members of the society will give
up Sunday to chasing automobiles, shout
ing and shooting at them, making arrests,
and otherwise discouraging country tour
ing on that day.
9. In case a horse will not pass an auto
mobile, notwithstanding the tarpaulin,
the automobllist will take the machine
apart as rapidly as possible and conceal
the parts in the grass.
10. In case an automobile approaches a
farmer's house when the roads are dusty,
he will slow down to one mile an hour,
and the chauffeur will lay the dust In
front of the house with a hand sprinkler,
worked over the dashboard.
not proceeded for before the usual
crank spoke up.
“Conductah!' he exclaimed. ‘You’ve
one over your number, y* know*!'
“ ’Have I, sir?’ asked the conductor
with affected concern. Then, beginning
to count from the opposite end, leav
ing the complainant until the last, he
repeated: ‘Wan, two, three, four, foive,
six, sivin, eight, noine, tin, 'lefen,
twelve, thir—so I have sir, an’ be the
Lord Harry, ye’re the wan. Out ye
go!’
“And out he did go.”
She Could, but She Wouldn't,
From the New York Times.
Miss Johnston, an American girl, fair
and 25, was traveling In Germany,
with an elderly friend. One day in
Berlin the two ladies had boarded a
sightseeing car and were just comfort
ably seated when an Englishman of a
pronounced sporting type got in and
sat down beside the younger lady. Aft
er staring at her in silence for some
time he inquired, insinuatingly:
“Do you speak English, miss?”
“Yes,” replied Miss Johnston, with
out turning her head, “I do, but I
don’t care to.”
Home Furnishings, Happy Children
Barbara Bos’d, In the Sioux City Tribune.
A writer in the Outlook says: “The
refined tastes and joyous dispositions
of the children In a family with
whom I often came in contact was a
matter of some surprise to me, as I
could not account for the common
trait among them by the position or
special characteristics of their par
ents They were in the humblest
position socially, and all hut poor. My
first visit to their modest home fur
nished me with the natural solution and
gave me much food for reflection. The
children—there were six, occupied two
rooms into which the sunlight was
pouring as I entered. The remaining
rooms of the apartment were sunless
for the greater part of tire day. The
, olor and design of the cheap wall pa
per were cheerful and unobtrusive; bits
of carpet, the table cover and the cover
lets on the beds were all in harmony
and of quiet design in nearly the ele
mentary colors. Everything in these
poor rooms of poor people had been
chosen with the truest Judgment for
aesthetic effect. In other words, poor
though they were, the parents had
contrived, through neatness. good
taste and the judicious distribution
and arrangement of their belongings
to give their children a material en
vironment rich in cultural sugges
tions.”
At the beginning of a child’s life the
world Is to it what the parents make
It And the influence of the world thus
made in those early formative years is
Incalculable. Parents often think that
these early years do not count for
much, that later education will really
train the child into what he should be.
Hut how much more will that educa
tion do, If it starts on a right foun
dation than if it has at the very be
ginning to eradicate wrong ideals, pull
up weeds, as it were, and clear the
ground before it can get to work. And
no matter how thoroughly It pulls up
tlte weeds, their seeds, it seems, are
there, and the woods keep cropping up
for many years.
The psychological effect of a child's
environment simply on temperament
is much, as the experience of this
writer shows. A certain little young
ster of but a few years old would
continually run away from home to a
neighbors. There were no children
there, he simply amused himself for
hours in the neighbor's rooms and
could not be Induced to do the same
at home. Finally, by dint of observ
ing him and questioning him, the moth
er discovered It was because the neigh
bor's rooms were sunny and hers dark
and gloomy. The child. In so many
words could not tell her, but he felt
the difference. He felt depressed at
home and not like playing. But the
minute he entered the bright, sunny
rooms he was happy and active.
Simple, artistic furnishings, har
monious colors, good pictures, have a
restful and an uplifting influence on
a childish mind. They start him on
the road to good taste. These things
need not be expensive, as the fur
nishings of the home described show.
Unobtrusive and harmonious colors in
a wall paper cost no more than the
glaring hues and monstrosities of de
signing to be found in many a paper
hanger's shop. Carpets or rugs 'n
soft lovely tone are no higher priced
than those in whieli the patterns
fairly leap at you. A room can be
bright and cheerful without being
medley of vivid and discordant col
orings.
Since then these things do affect
children, and alTeet them in their
very earliest years, it behooves a moth
er to give some little thought to the
children's environment in this respect.
If she feels that Bhe herself is lacking
in the necessary knowledge to give
them harmonious and helnful sur
roundings, books are in plenty, maga
zines abound, and helpful advice Is hers
for the asking.
Give the little people all the aids
possible to make them happy and
healthy, and to train eye and taste
for the beautiful and good, rather
than for the inharmonious and inar
tistic.
AFTER
DOCTORS
FAILED
LydiaE. Pinkham’s Vegeta
ble Compound Cured Her
Knoxville, Iowa. —“I suffered with
pains low down in my right side for a
year or more and was so weak and ner
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English In London.
Senator Depew, on the deck of the,
Lusitania, talked about "English as
she Is spoken in London."
"It is very difficult to understand
that London English,” he said. "I
know a man who had lodgings all July
In Bloomsbury, near the British mu
seum.
“On his return from the museum
one afternoon, myi friend said to his
landlady:
" ‘Can I have a cup of tea, If you
please?’
“ ‘Certainly, sir; at once,’ the land
lady replied. ‘The kettle ‘as been
bi’lin’ for ‘ours.’
“ ‘But—er—I prefer freshly boiled
water, If you don’t mind,” stammered
my friend.
“The landlady reddened with anger.
“ ‘Look ’ere,' she said, ‘If I ’ad meant
wot you mean I’d ‘ave said h-ours.’ ’’
Unfair.
Senator John H. Bankhead, discus
sing a political move, said with a
smile: „
"Oh, it's too coldly calculated. It’*
almost unfair. In fact, it’s like Mrs.
Blank.
“Mrs. Blank Is a leader of Bar Har
bor society. Her husband said to her,
one afternoon, as she made a very
elaborate toilet for a garden party that
she was giving to some members of
the British legation:
“ 'Why did you write to all our guests
that this party was to be absolutely in
formal?’
"Mrs. Blank laughed.
“ ‘So as to be the best-dressed wom
an present, of course,’ she saML"
PRESSED HARD.
Coffee’s Weight on Old Age.
When prominent men realize the ln
5urious effects of coffee and the change
in health that. Postum can bring, they
are glad to lend their testimony for
the benefit of others.
A superintendent of public schools
in a Southern state says: “My moth
er, since her early childhood, was an
inveterate coffee drinker, had been
troubled with her heart for a number
of years and complained of that ‘weak *
all over’ feeling and sick stomach.
“Some time ago I was making an of
ficial visit to a distant part of the
country and took dinner with one of
the merchants of the place. I noticed
a somewhat peculiar flavor of the cof
fee, aud asked him concerning it. He
replied that it was Postum. I was so
pleased with it that, after tho meal waa
over, I bought a package to carry
home with me, and had wife pre
pare some for the next meal; the
whole family liked it so well that we
discontinued coffee and used Postum
entirely.
"I had really been at times very
anxious concerning my mother’s con
dition, but we noticed that after using
Postum for a short time, she felt so
much better than she did prior to its
use, and had little trouble with her
heart and no sick stomach; that the
headaches were not so frequent, and
her general condition much improved.
This continued until she was as well
and hearty as the rest of us.
"1 know Postum has benefltod my
self and the other members of the fam
ily, but in a more marked degree in
the case of my mother, as she was a
victim of long standing.”
Ever read the above letter? A new
one'appear* from time to time. They
are ^enalne, true* and full of humu
In 1 crest.