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They ordered large quantities of raw oysters, some of which were thrown aside by the oyster opener. “How do you determine when an oy ster is bad?” asked Mr. Epperson. "You wait a short time and if you have ptomaine poisoning the oysters were had,” said Mr. Burt. "If you are not ill they were good. That’s the only safe way to tell good oysters from bad ones.” Good Arrangement. A genial looking gentleman wanted an empty bottle in which to mix a solution, and went to a chemist’s to purchase one. Selecting one that an swered his purpose, he asked the shopman how much It would cost. ^ “Well,” was the reply, “if you want the empty bottle it will be a penny, but if you want anything in it you can have it for nothing.” “Weil, that’s fair,” said the customer; “put in a cork.” A Realist on Hope. William Dean Howells, discussing realism at one of his Sunday after noons in New York, let fall a neat epigram on hope. “Hope,” said the famous novelist, “is not, really, an angel in a dia phanous robe of white, but only the wisp of hay held before a donkey’s ness to make him go.” STOPPED 8HORT Taking Tonics, and Built Up on Right Food. The mistake is frequently made or trying to build up a worn-out nervous system on so-called tonicB—drugs. New material from which to rebuild wasted nerve cells is what should be supplied, and this can be obtained only from proper food. “Two years ago I found myself on the verge of a complete nervous col p>* lapse, due to overwork and study, and to illness In the family," writes a Wis consin young mother. “My friends became alarmed be cause I grew pale and thin and could not sleep nights. I took various tonics prescribed by physicians, but their effects wore off shortly after I stopped taking them. My food did not seem to nourish me and I gained no flesh nor blood. "Reading of Grape-Nuts, I de termined to stop the tonics and see what a change of diet.would do. I ate Grape-Nuts four times a day, with cream and drank milk also, went to bed early after eating a dish of Orape-Nuts. "In about two weeks I was sleeping soundly. In a short time gained 20 pounds In weight and felt like |a different woman. My little daughter whom I was obliged to keep out of school last spring on account of chronic catarrh has changed from a thin, pale, nervous child to a rosy, healthy girl and has gone back to school this fall. "Grape-Nuts and fresh air were the only agents used to accomplish the happy results.” Read “The Road to Wellville,” In f rkgs. “There’s a Reason.” Ever read the shove letter? A new oae appears from time to time. They ■re smolne, true, and fall of bnman Interrat. TAVERNAY A Tale of the Red Terror BY BURTON E. STEVENSON. Author of "The Marathon Mystery,” "The Holladay Case,” "A Soldier of Virginia,” etc. Copyrighted, 1909, by Burton E. Stevenson. ---- ■--- -- -* CHAPTER XXV. f IN THE SHADOW. "So, Citizen Tavernay.” he repeated, dwelling on the words with a malici ous triumph, "you.did not escape, after all—you and yonder pretty cidevant. God's blood, but this is a pleasant mo ment!" He stopped and looked into my eyes, then burst into a roar of laughter. “For me, I mean!" he cried, holding . his sides. "For me—not for you. Come —look at it from my standpoint. Be large minded enough to look at it from j toy standpoint. Could anything have been more perfect, more complete, more admirable in every way? It tempts me almost to believe in Providence!" I could only stand and stare at him and wonder numbly whether he were man or devil. “You wonder how I know you?” he continued. “True, I have never before j had the supreme pleasure of meeting ; you thus, face to face, and of con versing pleasantly with you as I am now doing; but I know you perfectly, nevertheless. The nation has a sharp eye for its enemies, and it never sleeps. That eye has been upon you from the moment of your flight.” But I had shaken off my stupor and got something of my boldness back. "Nonsense!” I said, contemptuously. "I am not fleeing. I am on my way to Join the forces at Thouars. You mis take me for someone else.” He looked at me and nodded, while his smile grew and broadened. "Not bad,” he commended. "But it is useless for you to lie. Even if you were not T -may, your fate is none the less assured. I can well under stand your reluctance to part with life,” and he cast a leering glance toward the still form on the cot. "You must have found life very pleasant re cently. But do not despond. You are leaving your mistress in tender hands. She will not want for affection!” “What is the charge against me?” I demanded, controlling as well as I could the wrath which devoured me. “The charge?” he repeated neg ligently, “Oh, I do not know—there are a dozen charges. I have not yet determined which I shall use. But what does it matter. Between our selves, I will tell you, citizen, that I have decided upon your death be cause you are in the way,” and again his eyes wandered to that still figure. “You would, then,” I said, real izing that I must keep my calmness, "murder a patriot in order to be more free to wrong a woman?" “A patriot,” he sneered. “Perhaps not—but I would murder an aristocrat for far less cause than that.” “I am not an aristocrat,” I protested desperately. “So you persist in that farce?" he queried coldly. "Really, you grow wearisome. Perhaps you will explain, then, how you happen to be wearing the cldthing of that traitor, Pasde loup?” My tongue refused to answer and he laughed again as he noted my confusion. "I recognize it, every stitch,” he went on evenly," "every stitch except the shoes. And I even think I can guess where you got those! Mere than that, I can have you identified In a moment. Perhaps you remem ber Sergeant Dubosq, whom you en countered on the road from Tours? I am sure that he will recall you readily, even in this guise, for he has an excellent memory. Shall I sum mon him?” I saw that it was useless to per sist. "No,” I answered, “don’t disturb the sergeant.” “You admit, then, that your are Tavernay?” “Yes,” I answered boldly ,“why not? I have committed no crime-” "You have opposed the nation.” “In what way? By trying to es cape?” "You have abetted the nation’s enemies.” "By accepting their hospitality? Come this is childish?” "You have murdered two patriots,” he went on inexorably. "Two?” I repeated with a start. "One you stabbed last night." "It was his life or mine.” "The other you shot a few mo ments ago.” "To defend a woman’s honor.” A sudden light blazed in his eyes. "You pretend it still exists?" be sneered. I gave him a look, which, had looks that power, would have scorched and shrivelled him where he stood. But Instead of shrinking he came very close to me and stared into my eyes, a fiendish grin upon his lips. “Really, Citizen Tavernay,” he said at last, “it would appear from your countenance that this surprising thing is true, and yet I can scarcely believe It! Have you taken a vow? Are you •—but no matter! I thank you, my friend, for your forbearance. A ap —,, ,1 irAnt* wlftnro tirVifz-.V.