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GOITER Completely removed by internal me dicinal treatment at home. Full par ticulars upon application Address E. B. STILES, Superintendent, •lO jth >tr>, Dee Moines, Iowa BOY OBEYED ORDERS GIVEN Meant Well, but Information Was Not Welcomed by Hotel Manager Just at That Time. A certain New York hotel manager Is one of those nervous men who con stantly warn their employes against keeping them In Ignorance of any happening around the place. He hired a new bell boy recently, and gave him the usual warning: 'Remember," he warned, "If any* thing happens around here I’m to be the first person to know about It.” Soon after that he was showing three haughty Daughters of the Con federacy one of the best roomB In the place, when the new bell boy rushed in with his hair on end. ‘Something’s happened!” he yelled The tbree Daughters of the Con federacy turned coldly, and the man ager, anxious to get rid of the boy, demanded to know the trouble. “That old cat down stairs,” said the boy, “has Just had kittens! What shall we do?” The manager’s suggestion was rough. Hit the Danger 8pot. A tippler with a very red nose got « day’s work as a laborer In a boiler works. The same day ho appeared before the surgeon at the hospital with his nose smashed. “Good gracious!” exclaimed the sur geon. “How did you manage to get your nose smashed like that?” “Oh, cried the sufferer, “I put my nose through a hole In the boiler for a sniff of fresh air, and the man out alde with the hammer mistook It for a red-hot rivet. And he only hit once —that’s all.” To Pop Corn. Very often corn will not pop quick ly, even over a very hot fire. If you will put the corn to be popped In a sieve and pour cold water over It, no! allowing the water to stand on th« corn, It will not only pop quickly, but the open kernels will be larger and lighter and more flaky than they oth erwlse would have been. COFFEE THRE8HED HER. 15 Long Years. "For over fifteen years,” writes a patient, hopeful little Ills, woman, "while a coffee drinker, I suffered from Spinal Irritation and Nervous trouble. I was treated by good physicians, but did not get much relief. “I never suspected that coffee might be aggravating by condition. (Tea la Just as Injurious, because it contains caffeine, the same drug found in cof fee.) I was down-hearted and dl» couraged, but prayed dally that ] might find something to help me. “Several years ago, while at a friend's house I drank a cup of Post um and though I had never tasked anything more delicious. “From that time on I used Postum instead of coffee and soon began to Improve In health, so that now I can walk half a dozen blocks or more with ease, and do many other things that I never thought I would be able to do again In this world. ‘‘My appetite is good, I sleep well and find life is worth living. A lady of my acquaintance said she did not like Postum, it was so weak and taste less. “I explained to her the difference when It Is made right—boiled accord ing to directions. She was glad to know this because coffee did not agree with her. Now her folks say they expect to use Postum the rest of their lives.” Name given upon request. Read the little book, “The Road to Wellvllle," In pkgs. “There's a Rea son.” “Postum now comes in concentrated, powder form, called Instant Postum. It Is prepared by stirring a level tea spoonful in a cup of hot water, adding sugar to taste, and enough cream to bring the color to golden brown. Instant Postum Is convenient; there's no waste; and the flavour is al ways uniform. Sold by grocers—45 to 50-cup tin 30 cts., 90 to 100-cup tin 50 cts. } A 6-cup trial tin mailed for grocer's name and 2-cent stamp for postage. Postum Cereal Co., Ltd., Battle Creek, Mich.—Adv Sfrnprudence of CPvue. _ ^5? gfaMai<farkfaff/§fiwayman <^y/op/?ie^Ts/?er Copyright, 1911, The Bobho-MorrUI Company SYNOPSIS. In the time of Queen Anne, I.ady Prue dence Brook, widowed at 16 and still a widow' at two and twenty, while journey ini? In a coach to London with her cousin. is accosted by a highwayman who, however, takes nothing from her except a kiss. The two girls live with their grand mother, I^dy Drumloch, who, despite her reduced circumstances, maintains a gay social position In the court circle. Prue Is small, gay, delightful, daring, extravagant, ami always In debt. She is perpetually pursued by creditors and Just notv Is In deep water for want or a few guineas with which to buy a he gowa by whose aid she hopes to win Ibaca the queen's favor, very recently tost or one of her mad pranks. She decides to visit Aaron's a notorious money lender, and asks him to takec®rw of her debts on the strength of her ap proaching marriage to Sir Geoffrey ife* desert. Aaron Informs her, however, that Beau" desert Is himself head over heels in hern and while Prue Is still In bis office 3U Geoffrey arrives, Prue at once secrets herself In a and to her astonishment overhears sir Geoffrey ask for advances of money, aasu on the strength of their engagement. Prue reads In a paper an account of! the (rial and sentence of Robin Freeman tie, the highwayman who had kissed hei on the moors, and that ho is to be hanged at Tyburn the following Monday. Suddenly she recalls that according to legal custom the debts of a widow are burled In the coffin of her husband. She conceives the whimsical Idea of marrying Robin In order to escape her debts. Accompanied by Peggy she visits New gate prison and Robin, who Is already in love with her, consents to the ceremony. Afterward Prue asks to bo alone with him for a few minutes and allows him to kiss her again and feels pity for his ap proaching execution. Eord Beaucotnbe also visits Robin and Robin tells him that he has proof that Beaucombe Is not the legitimate hair to the title and threatens if he Is not re leased to see that proof of this fact gets to Beaucombe’s enemies. On Monday Peggy Is suffering keenly because of her belief that Robin, now be ginning to be a hero In her eyes, Is about to be hanged she Is astonished at seeing him enter the house and Is told that he has been reprieved and set at liberty. CHAPTER XX—(Continued.) "You allude to the fortunate acci dent that enabled me to re turn the lost necklace to her majesty, I presume?” Prue replied, seating her self and negligently pointing with her fan to a sufficiently distant chair. "I assure you I deem myself most happy in rendering u service, which has been only too highly appreciated, but I can not lay claim to brilliancy, for I was but a passive instrument.” "The brilliancy I refer to, dear Vis countess, was not so much the ‘for tunate accident’ as the ready wit by which you turned so compromising an adventure to such good account,” said Sir Geoffrey significantly. The challenge of his tone and words was unmistakable and Prue responded with more spirit than wisdom. "You must speak more plainly if you wish to be understood,” she answered. "Compromising adventures, you know very well, are not rare In my expe rience—or yours”—she laughed rather maliciously—"but I seldom turn them to good account. Now, the accident that gave the queen’s necklace Into my hands—” “Was the happy result of a little visit to Newgate.” interposed Sir Geoffrey, with veiled insolence. “Why beat about the bush with me, dearest girl? I know who gave you the necklace— when he was warned, by you, of the danger of keeping It! and how It came about that he was lucky enough to escape before the soldiers arrived to arrest him.” ‘‘What In the world are you talking about, Sir Geoffrey?” she cried, with rather over-acted bewilderment. “What Is every one talking about to day, but the madcap viscountess, who coaxed the highwayman out of the stolen necklace, and being caught In the trap that was timed for Robin Freemantle, circumvented the soldiers, cosened the Duchess of Marlborough and beguiled the Queon Majesty. Am t not right In congratulating you on such a brilliant series of achieve ments?” “My dear Sir Geoffrey, you have mistaken your vocation," she laughed. “With such an imagination you ought to have been, not a member of Parlia ment, but a poet! X am quite Inter ested In this romance; surely there is more of It?” “Considerably more,” he went on. lowering his voice and drawing his chair closer to her. “There are those who saw the beautiful shepherdess In close conversation with a masker In red. at the ball; and who now know that he was no other than Robin Free mantle In the borrowed plumes of Beachcombe. You have enemies, fair Prudence—men you have Jilted and women you have excelled In wit and beauty—and by some of these you were seen, in company with the Red Dom ino. very near the queen’s tiring-room, from which the necklace was Btolen. Can you wonder that when a story is bruited about that Lady Prudence Brooke, in dead of night, was discov ered with the necklace In her posses sion, In the place where Robin Free mantle was looked for, these good peo ple should compare notes about her ladyship’s lutest exploit, and place their own construction upon It?" “And you. Sir Geoffrey?” she asked her thoughtful eyes upon his, "what construction do you place upon this curious rodomontade?" “Oh!" he laughed softly; “I hold all the clews, so It seems less of a ro domontade to me than, perhaps, to Others. I alone know of the little cere mony in Newgate, which explains all.” "Oh! It explains all. does it?” she re peated reflectively. "I should be glad to hear the explanation, now you have propounded the conundrum." “ Tis simple enough. When Rarbara Sweeting told the story of the necklace, you instantly jumped at the same con clusion as the rest of us—namely, that Robin Freemantle, secure In his dis guise. had made the use of his oppor tunity that a robber naturally would, and had stolen the most valuable thing he could lay his hands on—" "Oh! then you don't give me the credit of the robbery?" she exclaimed with a pout. “It would have added so much to the Interest of the romance “You? Oh! Lady Prudence, can you ask me such a question?’’ he inter rupted. in a tone of vehement reproach. "I only give you credit for hastening to warn your—husband of his danger and carrying away the incriminating proof of his guilt; and I admire your courage and generosity though I de pore its object." "Have you quite finished this roman tic story, Sir Geoffrey?” queried Prue, dismissing his personal opinion with a disdainful toss of her fan. "The preface only, but the rest will wait,” he replied, with a sinister smile. "Then perhaps you would like to hear what really happened? It would be useless for me to deny—even if I wished—that I spoke with Captain Freemantle, at the ball—” "Quite so,” Sir Geoffrey agreed blandly. “Not that I wish to deny It,” she went on petulantly; 'at a masquerade everything is permitted, and you, my dear Sir Geoffrey, know better than any one else, this gentleman's claim upon my attention. Still, I fail to see any connection between Captain Free mantle's presence at the ball and the disappearance of the necklace—about which, you must acknowledge, that I know more than any one else, since ~1 found—and restored it.” Sir Geoffrey bowed his acquiescence, but his smile was not reassuring. “We all know what an admirable raconteuse Barbara is, and I was nat urally much worked up by her story of the lost necklace; in fact I could scarcely restrain my impatience to hear a more authentic account,” Prue pro ceeded, recovering her self-confidence, which for a moment had wavered under Sir Geoffrey's attack. "So the moment my visitors left me, I sent for a chair and started for Marlborough House, to get my information at first hand. At a short distance, however, I was in terrupted by a person who thrust this paper into my hand.” She drew from her bosom the crumpled document which had already played an important part in her ver sion of the affair, and handed it to him. Sir Geoffrey read it carefully, re folded it, and meeting her eye, bowed gravely, as though to Intimate that he was too much interested to break the thread of the narrative even by a word. “You know my love of adventure too well to doubt that I instantly decided to risk anything and follow this clue. It took me to a dismal old house— empty, I believe, except for an old hag, who, keeping her face concealed, thrust the casket into my hands and at the first sound of the soldiers' approach, disappeared." Sir Geoffrey softly clapped his hands, as thougli In applause. "Capital! excellent!” he cried. "My dear Prue, with shame I confess that I never before have done justice to the vast resources of your wit. I actually dared to wonder how you had managed to forestall sqsplclon and snatch safe ty out of the Jaws of peril. You have surpassed yourself! To plan so subtly; to execute so promptly! To omit noth ing—even the written proof—and to crown It all with a guileless frankness that might disarm the most captious, and certainly would have deceived me, if I had not been close beside you from the moment you emerged from your own door until that of Robin Free mantle hid you from my Jealous eyes!” Then suddenly, without giving her time to disguise the startled dismay that sprang to her eyes, he bent for ward and seised her two hands In his. “Why treat your faithful lover so harshly, sweet Prue?” he went on pas sionately. "Have I not proven my love again and again in the defense of your reputation and in unquestioning sub mission to your caprices? Have I not endured your coldness and yielded my Just claims before the scruple that prompted you to deny your future hus band the smallest favor, while the phantom of a vow linked you to a felon? And am I to have no reward, not even enough of your confidence to enable me to give the lie to your tra duce™?" “My traducers!” she cried Impatient ly. "Who are they? At present the only person who has dared to cast a doubt on my veracity Is—Sir Geoffrey Beaudesert!” “And how long do you expect to es cape the pack of ‘damned good-natured friends' who have been accustomed to feed upon the choice morsels of scandal you have liberally provided for them?" he demanded. “Before tonight every gossip In town will bfe In possession of the story of your ad ventures, and each one who recounts It will put his own construction upon It." “ ‘Tls true," she murmured. “I have often assisted at such feasts of reason. They are highly entertaining, and every one is eager to add a dash of spice or vinegar to the witches’ broth. And there Is nothing I can do to stop those busy bodies." She glanced resentfully at Sir Geoffrey, yet there was Inquiry In her eye. “Certainly there Is something,” he re plied, answering the unspoken question. “You can give them something else to talk about that will throw the escapade of the necklace into the shade. The shade, do I say? Rather into utter oblivion." An ironclad smile began to dawn upon her face, bue he did not leave her time to speak. “You can give them a wedding to talk about, a sub ject that eclipses every other; if you prefer It, an elopement; indeed, I think that would be more dramatic. Say but the word, dearest, and in an hour, a postchaise—” “Oh. Sir Geoffrey,” she exclaimed, bursting into a hearty laugh. “Can you really seriously propose such an ab surdity to me? An elopement? a post chaise? Methinks I should be like a man who jumps into a river to avoid being wetted by a passing shower! We should Indeed give the town some thing to talk about; and not only talk, but laugh at.” ”JLet them laugh," said Sir Geoffrey doggedly. "So can I; and he laughs longest who laughs last.” “With me for the butt of your hilar ity? Thanks, I am always pleased to have my friends—and my enemies— laugh with me. but to have them all laughing at me is scarcely to my taste. Besides, for you, Sir Geoffrey, to sug gest such a thing to me—you who know that I a already another man’s wife and can not therefore legally be come yours—for you to make such an offer is an Insult—no less." “My dearest Prue, spare me these re proaches. I grant that yesterday, while this man lived, you were—in a sort of way—his wife. But why should you. who were on the spot, pretend to be Ignorant of what the whole town knows this morning, that Robin FTeemantle was killed last night, and that conse quently you are, as you naturally wish to be—his widow? I congratulate you —and myself.” All Prue's forebodings revived at these words, uttered with an air of triumphant security that struck a chill to her heart. "I—I do not understand you-” she stammered, trying to ap pear unconcerned. "OhI I think you do,” he replied, “only you love to torment me by play ing the inexorable prude. You were at Robin’s house and witnessed—nay, possibly connived at his escape. You were still there when the soldiers over took the boat in which he and his band were attempting escape, and shot the fugitives and sank their boat. The news in today’s Courant can not but confirm your own hopes of regaining the Joys of freedom, with all the ad vantages for which you married Cap lain—de Cliffe.” As she remained silent, he drew the news sheet from his pocket and, with a great show of searching out the Item, handed it to her. She waved it away with a careless gesture and when he offered to read it to her, she merely bent her head slightly, never moving her eyes from his face. ” 'At a time when the whole coun try is terrorized by highwaymen and footpads, singly and in bands, news of the extermination of the notorious gang of robbers under the leadership of Robin Freemantle (recently con demned to be hanged at Tyburn for his crimes and later mysteriously released) will be highly gratifying to the travel ing public, who go In constant fear of their lives because of the boldness of these marauders, who infest the very streets of the metropolis. No longer ago than last Monday L—d B—ch—e was attacked by these very miscreants, robbed and held In captivity (doubt less for ransom,) while Robin Free mantle, disguised in his captive’s dom ino, attended the masquerade at Marl borough house and robbed the duchess' guests—not even sparing, if rumor may be credited, the queen’s most sacred majesty. "‘But for this piece of shameless audacity, the ruffians might still be at large and the hangman still look ing forward hopefully to his fees. We liave it on unimpeachable authority that a certain beautiful v-sc-t-ss. re nowned equally for her lively adven tures and her incomparable charms, determined to avenge this outrage upon her sovereign mistress, and with undaunted courage and marvelous shrewdness, tracked the robber to his lair and actually recovered the stolen jewels. Then, at a preconcerted sig nal, soldiers surrounded the house, and when the robber band attempted to escape by the river, sank the boat with ail the fugitives on board. The exact number is not known, but must assuredly have been large—probably a dozen or a score. One thing only is certain—none x’emained in the house and none can possibly have escaped.' "There is more about the affair, but nothing that will interest you as much as that last paragraph," said Sir Ueoffrey, folding the sheet. "It is certainly most interesting to hear that there were 20 miscreants In the house," cried Prue, who had had time during the reading (which was Impressively deliberate and pompous,) to recover her self command. “My ex ploit is vastly enhanced by the largo number of human lions and tigers I bearded in their den. I begin to feel myself a heroine indeed.” "There could be but one opinion as to that," said Sir Geoffrey, with a pro found bow that scarcely accorded with the cold irony of his smile. "Pray keep my counsel, and do not tell any one that I never saw any of the 20 robbers, and in fact had no idea that there were any in the place," said Prue. “You don’t know how much I am indebted to you, Sir Geoffrey, for ill the information you have given ms about my little adventure.” "I am indeed happy in being the first to assure you of its fortunate ending," said Sir Geoffrey, rising. “Surely you will now permit me, dearest, to urge my suit”—he dropped upon one knee Before her, and had pressed several passionate kisses upon her hand before she made any attempt to repel him. “That will do for the present, Sir Ueoffrey,” she said at last. "Please get up and be rational. You do not expect me, I presume, to send for a parson tad marry you offhand? I may be i widow again; but I must have surer proof of it than a mere rumor, such is this, before I wed again. I have vet to be convinced that Captain de Cliffe left that house—that he ever was in it. ’Tis strange you should in sist upon that—methinks that for a suitor so eager to press his own claims, you are over-ready to accuse me of keeping tryBt with another—husband.” "Accuse, sweet Prudence! You mis take me altogether. Too well, alas, do [ know the coldness of your heart and the inaccessible distance from which your adorers are expected to admire you. Surely, you do not think me capable of a doubt?” “You were capable of spying on me and following me, by your own show ing,” she retorted sharply. “For your own sake, dearest; merely to be ready in case you needed a strong arm and a skilled sword to de fend you. And all I ask now is that you will accept that protection for life and give me the right to silence every malicious tongue with the public an nouncement of our approaching mar riage. Who will dare,” Sir Geoffrey went on, in his most grandiloquent manner, “to defame the lady of whom [ am ready to say, ’This is my prom ised wife; her honor is mine”' (Continued Next Week.) «nvu oparKS. Prom the Christian Herald. A hot temper causes some folks to he treated coldly. When the proud fall no man can foretell the landing place. No one Is so narrow as he who thinks he Is big enough to hold all the truth. There are more people who watch and don’t pray than there are who pray and don’t watch. If the grass Is skimped, the sheep have gone Into the wrong pasture. Some folks just store their lofty Ideals In the loft and let the dust of neglect cov er them up. The heart was never made to carry a grudge, and such a burden always saga It out of shape. Some folks imagine that they are cut out for a career and do very little to cut out one for themselves. 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