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SYNOPSIS, The story opens during a trip of the “Overland Mail” through the Rocky mountains. “Uncle Billy” Dodge, stage driver. Alfred Vincent, a young man. and Phineas Cadwalladcr, introduced. They come across the remains of a massacre. Later at Anthony’s station they find the redskins have carried their destructive work there also. Stella Anthony, daugh ter of Anthony, keeper of station, is in troduced. Anthony has been killed. Vincent is assigned his work in unearth ing plans of enemies of railroad, being built. Vincent visits town where railroad m n are working on the road and receives token of esteem from Stella. The old stage driver decides to work close to town in order that he may be able to keep fatherly watch over the young woman. She is engaged as a tutor for Viola Bernard, daughter of hotel land lady. Vincent visits society circles of en emies of the Central Pacific railroad and 1 ii ns their' se< rets. He returns to Stella, each showing signs of love for the other. Phineas Cadwalladcr. pushing a railroad opposing Central Pacific, reaches mining town. She \^tes to Alfred Vincent his boast. Plying his attenions Cadwalladcr insults her and she is rescued by Gideon, her father’s servant. In turn he proposes marriage, is rejected, leaves her declaring he will return the sort of a man she will love. Vincent “shows up” San Francisco and Washoe road and is praised by gov* < rnor and heads of Central Pacific. Be ing known as agent of C. P. he decides to retire to position of a brakeman for a short time. Stella hears from her lover, Gideon, and of his phenomenal success. Finds letter of importance involving plans of opposition road. “Uncle Billy” returns in terrible suffering from long mountain trip. Plot to destroy company’s ship J’lora is unearthed and incriminating evi dence against Cadwallader on charge of wire tapping is also found, the letters found by Stella being deciphered by Brakeman Alfred Vincent, who arrives on scene. Impending disaster to Central Pacific is averted by protecting the Flora and sending the ship laden with iron for railroad camp. Phineas Cad wallader faces prison on charge of wire tapping and has interview with Gov. Stanford, sponsor for Central Pacific. Phi?, as signs statement, promising that he will enter the governor’s cause and the latter tells him of a perfect chain of evidence connecting him with plot to blow up “Flora.” Support of San Fran cisco and Washoe railroad is under mined by sale of a link to Central Pacific. CHAPTER XIV.—Continued. On the morning of the day of days Gideon returned from his long ab sence. Stella knew nothing of his wanderings save the little told in his infrequent letters; and she was quite unprepared for the Gideon who pre sented himself before her. The change she saw in him was mysterious, al most uncanny. Something about him, his clothes, his bow, his voice, an at mosphere she could neithei define nor understand, made her feel as if a char acter before unknown had stepped out of a hook to meet her. She was glad there was no time for him, that she could plead the pressure of work for the evening. He had hardly gone when Yic Wah poked his yellow face into grand maam's room, where in spite of Au gust heat, four women were plying hurrying needles in last preparations for the evening. "Charley Clocker, he come now plit ty soon.” "Cut my shoestrings! Extras, Yic; and hurry!” Sally B. rolled up her work with one hand, smoothed her hair with the other and was out of the room before the cook’s reply was finished. “You callee me Yic Wah! Sabe? All light. Extlas plenty gosh quick. I damn bully,” he called after her as he ambled to the kitchen, his words fol lowing her flying form to the office door. Standing in the open doorway Sally B. began a voluble welcome to her dis tinguished guest while "he was yet a great way off,” her high words carry ing like arrows from a taut bowstring. Not to the public wash basin and all-serving roller towl, but to her fas tidiously clean best room, kept for such emergencies, Sally B. conducted Mr. Crocker for “a wash-up 'n hair brush.” Without actual need of the ceremony, he was too tactful to de cline it, but used Sally B.’s home wrought conveniences with an appre ciative thoroughness that brought broad smiles to her face as she stood by, serving him, and retailing well selected railroad gossip the while. The dinner served to the superinten dent, seated apart in a corner of the dining room, testified to Yic Wah's fine understanding of the laconic or der, "extras.” The flag-draped, fir trimmed walls, and a stage at the end of the room, aroused Mr. Crocker's cu riosity; and Sally B.’s description of the show to be held there that night “fur the benefit of Jim Sackett's wid aer was so eloquent mat air. crocaer put in her hand the first five dollars for “a reserved seat,” he said. At six o’clock came a message from Alfred to Stella. ‘‘My train is ordered to the Front. You’ll have to postpone the programme till I come. Set them to dancing, and get Sally B. to ex plain. She's hostess: it will come properly from her. I’ll be there as soon as possible. It wdll be after ten.” The dispatch met Stella as she went in to supper, early to-night and contrary to her custom. Teamsters, trainmen, shopkeepers, saloonmen, gamblers, employes of In gram, Finn & Gould’s Fast Freight wagon train to leave in a day or so for the desert, the three musicians from Auburn, a traveling minister— it was an odd companioning of brawn, brain and guile there at supper under the yellow kerosene lights in Sally B.’s hotel. No table-talk served as a sauce to meat; no ceremony graced the daily meal. Men did not eat, they fed—three times a day, if work al lowed. A quick transformation from dining room to theater was followed soon by the arrival of the audience from shop and shack, from saloon, camp, distant ranch—a human mosaic. Sally B. made an effective speech of welcome and explanation; and the ball began. The flare and dip of candles twin kling in the greens; the twang of fid dle; the scrape of heavy boots in ‘‘bow and swing;” the few wrell-mated couples that whirled in the dizzying, old-fashioned waltz, winning time from the tired musicians because of their grace and beauty—how fascinating it all was! Stella had not before guessed the possibilities of her little world. “Deal yer dances fair, Stella," Sally B. whispered as she sailed by, herself as popular as the light-footed Viola. "Where women's skurce, partiality breeds fights," she added a moment later, when her partner seated her near Stella. “An' look out fur Gid. He's got up to kill, hain’t he? He’ll be jealous, whether ye give him any call or no.” Stella but half listened to Sally B.’s wise advice; her heart was out in the wild with Alfred. She danced auto matically, and forgot the warning be cause Gideon was quickest at her el bow. "You know no one else can give you as good a ‘dance as I, Stella," he pleaded almost before another had seated her. and bore her off in the face of a dozen disappointed ones. Ten o'clock! Half-past ten! Would Alfred never come? Mr. Crocker came down to look on, and Stella wished desperately, unreasoningly, that he had gone to bed. Was he only waiting for Alfred? Would business chain him? Bat surely Alfred would insist on this one night—what little there was left of it.. Ten-forty! A scared-looking boy came in with a note for Sally B. Stella, watching her as she read, saw her face grow white, saw her whisper to the boy and send him away. And she noticed that Sally B. danced and laughed no more. Alfred came at last, panting, a red spot on his cheek, his lips dry, his boots rock-scratched and his trousers red with dust. "No; no supper yet, there isn’t time," he said to Stella as she met and questioned him in the hall. "Yes, I walked the nine miles, all that I didn't run.” He saw the quick sympathy leap to her eye, but went on quickly. "Make things ready while I change ! and get my breath. You can begin J without me, can't you?” She nodded, flushed at the look he ! sent to her over his shoulder from the stair and ran in to help Sally B. set j the programme in motion. It was better than the usual ex perience of amateurs, for Alfred was practised in such work and had drilled his mummers carefully. And the on lookers were so ready to be pleased that the flimsy house quaked with fre quent applause and rained pine needles and candle grease impartially on silk and fustian. All the evening Stella had looked forward to the moment when she might dance with Alfred. During the programme Gideon had knocked at the door of grandma'am’s room, then the "green room," to ask for coming waltzes, and had gone away scowling at Stella’s refusal. Their brief players’ moment had passed, when Alfred's eyes had burned into hers, revealing his own heart in Romeo’s words. Yet, now that it was over, It seemed a dream, and Stella began to doubt, to fear. No formal words could more fully disclose them, one to the other; still an intangible veil had dropped between them. Alfred was withheld from her; or did he withhold himself? No matter what it was, this hour she would claim. One dance! Once to feel his arms about her, to fancy him her very own—she would dare fate for this; would borrow from the future this one little bit of time, nor care what usury she must pay. As they neared Mr.' Crocker stand ing by the office door the jam of onlookers halted them. Some one ad dressed Stella and she did not hear Mr. Crocker's low request for an im mediate word with Alfred. He told her of it as they waiked slowly down the rccm. She saw an angry gleam in his eye, saw his set, stern jaw; but he spoke hardly a word. Stella almost felt that his anger was for her. In vain she looked for some tender glance, some whisper that would explain. She could not know that Alfred was fighting one of the few fierce battles of his life; that he was almost ready to strike out with his fist for possession of her, to defy Mr. Crocker, business, all the sane and safe and dutiful things of life. But the wild moment passed, and more than once on his way to the door he looked back tender messages to her. The supper hour came; but she would not go with Gideon upstairs, where it was laid in the “corral,” fear ing that Alfred, in his first search for her, would miss her. Neither would she dance afterward, but sat out a schottische, refusing all on a plea of fatigue. Gideon danced with no one but Stel la, and hung about her, entranced by her new beauty. When at last a waltz was called love and anger joined hands. ”Just a few steps, Stella,” he pleaded; “when Vincent comes I'll give way. Why doesn't he come in spite of Charley Crocker and claim his dance like a man?” “But he must stay if Mr. Crocker wishes.” she said, her lips defending, her heart sore. “Do you suppose 50 Charley Crock ers or railroad jobs would keep me from a promise to you?" Gideon asked vehemently. Something in Stella's passionate heart responded for a moment to Gid eon's lawless flame, though deep in her soul she knew that she more hon ored Alfred's devotion to duty. “Anyway, I’d think you would be ashamed to let him see so plainly that you love him. Men don't care for girls that fling themselves openly. The} despise 'em." Stung as by a lash, Stella rose, and without a word stepped out on the floor with Gideon. In any garb he was a striking figure. To-night his fault less dress enhanced his Spanish grace and joy softened his dark, inscrutable ——-——-; “Where Women's Skurce, Partiality Breeds Fights.” face. Since childhood the two had danced together. Even in the grim desert station Stella's father had often yielded to their coaxing and tuned their measures on his old violin. She saw Alfred enter and pause sud denly in the doorway as Gideon whirled her on toward him. She caught the frank adoration in Alfred’s eye as it rested on her and the gleam of almost savage hostility as his gaze shifted for an instant to Gideon. Her heart leaped with quick relief. Gid eon did not know. Alfred did love her, did not despise her, would— “Take me to my seat! Hurry, Gid eon! I—” The music stopped suddenly. Al Took Moselle Prince Bismarck Kept Waiters Busy During His Speeches. Speaking of the different liquids fa vored , by great orators for refresh ment during their speeches, Griffith Boscawen, in his book, “Fourteen Years in Parliament,” credits Bis marck with having carried an army bill with the aid of eight lemon squashes. Never was a man and his drink so incongruous. All history protests against the idea of Bismarck even knowing what lemon squash is, for it was Bismarck who boasted to Sir William Richmond that in his young days six bottles of strong wine had no effect on him. And it was Bis marck who lamented: “Ah! English politics has suffered since statesmen have no longer strong heads for wine. They are too cautious, never make a bold stroke.” It was a mixture of Moselle and seltzer that Bismarck used in the reichstag to keep his fred was standing by Sally B., who was speaking. An unusual, solemn gentleness in her voice recalled Stella to her surroundings. Mrs. Sackett was dead! What did the people wish done with the money so generously given for her that night? Sally B. paused an instant, then went on a lit tle unsteadily: “Will you have this you've paid in here go fur the pore woman’s debts, an'—an'—fur the bury in’?” Assent was quiet but hearty. They did not move at once. Each spoke a few sympathetic words to his neighbor. There was no more jollity. Admir ing young eyes, regretful in the face of tragedy for the early close of their rare festival, watched as a sacred rite the unstringing and boxing of the in struments. Subdued, the people rose, the less bashful to clasp Sally B.'s hand in farewell, others wishing en viously for courage to do the same, yet passing out without venturing the conspicuous courtesy. Soon all had stepped into the starry night; and the house slipped from merry-making to dreamland. CHAPTER XV. "’Tis But Thy Name That Is My Enemy.” Alfred did not leave the dining room, but seated himself in the screened niche that had hidden the water cooler from the general gaze. He w'as glad to be out of the light, even the mild light of sputtering can dles. He wished to think, to live over again surne of the moments of the night. But the bustle of belated dan cers and Sally B.'s hasty orders for his supper annoyed him, till Stella’s voice was added to the hubbub, and he found himself straining to catch her every word. ‘It's most ready, Stella," he heard Sally B. say as a soft step came nearer. "Everybody’s gone, and— look out fur yer silk trail! I’ve set a table in among them greens where you an' him play-acted; but the screen's i i front so's nobody can see in the winder.” "How dear you are! he heard Stel la reply. “Huh! It's Yic that’s dear. You bet A1 Vincent’s the only feller Yic’d make a kitchen fire for at three in the mornin’. Yic's stuck on Al; says he's ’all samee red button Chinaman.’ ” Stella made a light movement be fore she spoke again. "Oh. what nice things to eat. and linen napkins, hem stitched! And china! Where did you find it all?” "Oh. them’s some bits of high life I’ve kep’ hid fur a spell. You kin make the tea soon's the water biles; an' take in the tray. I’m dead tired. Good-night." "Oh. Mrs. Sally, you’re going to stay, too, aren’t you?” "Lawsy! You don t want me. An’ I want 40 winks 'fore sunup.” Alfred blessed her understanding heart. “You're so good to me,” Stella said, and the swish of her silken skirt as she crossed to Sally B. reached Al fred’s ear. “Shucks! Good for nuthin’! I ben young myself oncet." An instance of silence followed, an audible kiss and Sally B. tramped out of the room by a side door, while Stella descended to the kitchen. Alfred was grateful for the still ness. glad that, for the moment, even Stella was unaware of his nearness. He would not speak till there was no danger of interruption. Yic Wah came in and put out all the lights save the one’ in the screened corner of the stage. Alfred beard him leave the room and pass through the kitchen, giving Stella an elaborate good night before he shut and locked the outer door. \\ ith the grating of the key and the assurance of no further intruding, Al fred slipped from the actual, the sor did, into the love-land his Romeo's dress recalled. The darkness was wel come. Not even yet would he call Stella. For a moment he would dream. No need of lamp or candle; the re splendence of his visions illumined him. The song in his heart throbbed melodiously on, it seemed for hours; yet it was only minutes, and but a few, when the rustle of skirts and a second light appearing behind the screen aroused him. The rustling went and came again, and a faint tinkle of china struck his ear. Then he heard his name! “Mr. Vincent!" softly; and after a breath, hesitatingly, “Romeo." Alfred sprang out of his nook, but did not speak. There she stood, above him on the high stage, the light from behind the screen flaring sidewise upon her; next him the cheek he had longed to kiss In the play, but did not. A little pale she was now, yet so fair and sweet! Her lips were apart, her hand lifted as if to catch the sound of his coming. How beautiful she was! How sweet and womanly! And in the lonely darkness how near and intimate—his own! his own! (TO BE CONTINUED.) as Stimulant hoarseness down and his spirits up. The supply used to be maintained by a relay of waiters running between the chancellor’s bench and the kitch en. At the zenith of his fame, minis ters, secretaries of state and privy councilors were alone worthy to con coct the mixture, and when Bismarck was making his last great speeches in the reichstag they were kept busy behind him with wine bottle and selt zer siphon in composing his drink, for Bismarck required eighteen or two dozen glasses of ftloselle and water during a speech. Willows from Napoleon’s Grave. It is interesting to learn that prac tically all the weeping willows in New Zealand are products of the supply which John Tinline carried away with him from Napoleon's ‘grave nearly 60 years ago. Mr. Tinline, who was one of the early pioneers of New Zealand, kept them alive on the voyage by sticking them into potatoes. OtmsoTB Sun 'Naming m GREAT WOOD PRESERVATIVE HAS INTERESTING HISTORY ° o o o o fr AH1 11,01 Ur u/io 01,100.10 m rnon by-product or coal-77m CPZ060TZ IS MADL One of the significant signs of the times is the awakening of the Amer ican people to the dangerous destruc tion of their forest wealth, and the necessity of a wise use of what re mains of it. Undoubtedly, in the fu ture the nation must utilize its forest crop less wastefullv, both in the woods and in the mill, and must make provi sion for future crops; but that is not the only way to prolong the timber supply. If the service of the wood which is used can be lengthened, it will largely decrease the amount of timber that must be cut. And this ran be done by treating the wood with chemicals which will poison the low' forms of plant life which attack it and cause it to decay. The growth of timber is slow, and when the dearth of it becomes press ing, a new crop cannot be grown quickly enough to prevent a time of severe shortage. Preservative treat ment of timber has the advantage, as a remedy, that it can be applied im mediately. Its importance is, there fore, attracting increasing attention. Many chemicals have been used for tne preservation of timber, among them blue vitriol, corrosive sublimate and chloride of zinc. The most effec tive preservative is the substance called “creosote oil,” or “creosote.” On account of the similarity of the names, many people suppose this to be the creosote obtained from wood, such as can be obtained, refined for medicinal purposes, at the drug stores. But the two are quite different, and should not be confused. The creo sote used in wood preservation is ob tained from coal, by a most interest ing process. Nearly every city now uses gas for light and fuel, and many people know that this illuminating gas is often made from coal. But the many things besides gas which are obtained in this process are not so well known. It is one of these other products from which is obtained the creosote oil used for wood preservation. 10 understand now all these things are produced, it is necessary to know something which the chemists can tell us. Coal, they say, is composed part ly of the substance called carbon, part ly of compounds of this carbon with the gas hydrogen, which they have named “hydrocarbons.” • When the coal is heated sufficiently, away from air, the hydrocarbons are driven off in the form of gas. Illuminating gas is made by subjecting coal of the proper kind to this process, which is known as “dry distillation.” The coal is put into a long, fire-clay oven, or “retort,” shaped much like a giant model of the little cakes which the bakers call “lady fingers,” the retorts being about 13 feet long, two feet wide and 16 inches deep. A number of these retorts are built side by side, in three rows, one above the other, the ends of the retorts being supported in a brick wall which also extends around the ends of the rows and over the top, and thus entirely incloses the re torts. The retorts are partly filled with coal, after which they are sealed, so that no air can get into them. They are then heated to a temperature of about 2,100 degrees Fahrenheit. Un der this intense heat almost all the hydrocarbons of the coal pass off. leav ing behind only the “fixed” carbon, which comes out of the retort as coke. *-» *■ *-* # JTL.TJ jL-i LJ i l 1 V AS4T LOST Many of the lighter compounds dis tilled off by the heat will remain in the form of gas when they are cooled to ordinary temperatures, and it is I some of these which make the eas finally used for lighting and fuel. But j as it comes from the retorts, the gas I is like a thick, yellowish-green smoke, and could not be used at all for such purposes. This gas escapes from the retorts into a series of large and cost ly machines where the lighting gas is cleansed from its impurities, and the different by-products are separated from each other. First are great “condensers,” in which the gases are cooled. The cooling condenses the heavier compounds into thick liquids, which are then left behind. One of the substances later re moved from the gas is ammonia, and from this product is made the am monia water which is used in every household. The heavy, strong smelling, black liquid which is collected in the cooling of the gas is what we know as coal tar. This is an exceedingly complex mixture of substances. From it are obtained not only creosote oil, but most of the dyes which are used nowa days, perfumes, and even flavoring extracts. To obtain creosote oil from coal tar the tar is, in its turn, distilled. But this distillation is like that used for other liquids instead of that employed for the coal. The still is heated, and as the heat increases the “light oils" first pass over. Among these is the familiar carbolic acid. This is a pow erful antiseptic, but it is not desirable in a wood preservative, for it evapo rates so readily that it soon becomes lost from the wood. When a tempera ture of about 400 degrees has been reached, the distillate is turned into another receiver, and from this point ou to 600 or 700 degrees creosote oil is produced. One of the substances which is contained in this mixture is "napthalene,” from which common moth balls are made. Coal tar creo sote, thus produced, is the great wood preservative. The residue remaining in the still after the distillation is “pitch,” which is chiefly used together with coal tar saturated felt in the preparation of gravel or slag roofing. In America roofing pitch is the chief end for which ta:- is distilled. In Europe this is not so true. Now pitch for roofing must be rather soft. Therefore tar distillation is not carried so far in this country as it is in Europe. For creo sote oil it Would be better if it were carried farther, since the substances which distill at the higher tempera tures in most cases neither evaporate in the air nor dissolve in water as readily as those which distill more easily. Consequently they stay in the wood for a longer time, and protect it correspondingly from decay. Much study is being devoted by the United States forest. service to creo sote oil, to determine what its compo sition should be to give the best re sults in preserving timber, under dif ferent conditions, and how the most desirable creosotes may be obtained. The reports of these studies, together with detailed description of the more economical processes of applying the preservatives to wood, have been worked into circulars which the gov ernment has placed at the disposal of all users of timber. Engravings Made by Nature -- 4*_ Finds by Geologists in Quarries of Lithograph Stone. For many years the greatest source of the fine-grained stone used in lithography has been the quarries at Solenhofen, in Bavaria. These quar ries possess a particular interest, be cause in thetn have been discovered remains of exceedingly strange and rare prehistoric animals, such as some of the flying reptiles that once dwelt in Europe, but have now dis appeared from the earth. The science of geology has gained much from these fossils, which, flat tened and compressed, and leaving their impressions in the rock, might be likened to engravings from na ture’s own hand, whereby she has handed down to use pictures of a world whose antiquity extends far beyond the limits of human memory or human history. Recently it has been stated that the Solenhofen quarries are approaching exhaustion and that a new supply of lithographic stone is needed. It is gratifying to know that our own coun try may supply the want, excellent stone of the kind required being found in Tennessee. In the meantime, in Germany the possibility of substituting aluminum for Solenhofen stone is being dis cussed. Putting it Gently. Mr. Henpeck—I hear that young Jones and his wife are not getting along very well. Mrs. Henpeck (authoritatively) — Jones should never have married when he did; he was too young to realize the step he w?as taking. Mr. Henpeck—Yes, I know—but I like the boy; we have many things in common. In Doubt. Mamma—Don't you like your dollie, Ethel? Little Ethel—Yes. mamma. But do you think her complexion is natural? FIVE MONTHS IN HOSPITAL, Discharged Because Doctors Could Not Cure. Levi P. Brockway, S. Second Are., Anoka, Minn., says: “After lying for five months in a hospital I was dis charged as incur able, and given only six months to live My heart was affect ed, I had smother ing spells and some times fell uncon scious. I got so I couldn't use my arms, my eyesight was impaired and the kidney secretions were badly dis ordered. I was completely worn out and discouraged when I began using Doan's Kidney Pills, but they went right to the cause of the trouble and did their work well. I have been feeling well ever since.’’ Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. UNUSUALLY BRILLIANT. Lady—Your little brother seems to be bright for his age. doesn’t he? Little Maggie—Well, 1 should say so. Why, he knows the name of al most every player in the big leagues. TORTURED SIX MONTHS By Terrible Itching Eczema—Baby s Suffering Was Terrible — Seen Entirely Cured by Cuticura. "Eczema appeared on my son's face. We went to a doctor who treated him fcr three months. Then he was so bad that his face and head were nothing but one sore and his ears looked as if they a ere going to fail off, so we tried another doctor for four months, the baby never getting any better. His hand and legs had big sores on them and the poor little fellow suffered so terribly that he could not sleep. After he had suffered six months we tried a set of the Cuticura Remedies and the first treatment let him sleep and rest well; in one week the sores were gone and in two months he had a clear face. Now he is two years and ha3 never had eczema again. Mrs. Loui3 Leek, R. F. D. 3, San Antonio, Tex., Apr. 15, 1907.” Curious Indian Custom. The following curious custom is re corded by J. Owen Dorsey in his monograph on the sociology of the Omaha Indians: "In the spring when the grass comes up there is a council or tribal assem bly held to which a feast is given by the head of the Hanga geno. After they decide that planting time has come and at command of the Hanga man a crier is sent through the vil lages. He wears a robe with hair out side and cries as he goes. ‘They do. indeed, say that you will dig the ground! Hallo!’ He carries sacred corn, which has been shelled and to each household he gives two or three grains, which are mixed with the seed corn of the household.” After this it is lawful for the peo ple to dig up the soil and plant their -crops. Little Lesson for Rufus. Uncle Erastus had been polishing his musket for half an hour; at last he gave it a final love-pat, and turned to his grandson. “Chile,” he said, “does you see dat bottle about 30 yards over dere?” “Shore I does,” Rufus agreed. The old man threw up the musket and balanced it rather shakily. "Whang!" it bellowed. “Now does you see dat bottle?” the old man de manded. “Yes, I does, granddad.” “I's powerful glad to hear dat, Rufe," the old man said, calmly. “I's been afeard from de way you sorted taters lately dat your eyesight was failing— but hit ain’t. You’s good fo' several yeahs yit, Rufus." Useless Society. Mrs. Jones often declared that she enjoyed a little chat with their fish dealer because he was a man of such original ideas, but one day, says Lon don Opinion, she returned from mar ket somewhat puzzled by his remarks. “I said to him, just in the way of conversation,” declared Mrs. Jones, “that I had heard that a man becomes like that with which he most associ ates. “‘That’s ridiculous, Mrs. Jones!' he answered. ‘I’ve been a fishmonger all my life and can’t swim a yard.'" BUILT UP Right Food Gives Strength and Brain Power. The natural elements of wheat and barley, including the phosphate of pot ash, are found in Grape-Nuts, and that is why persons who are run down from improper food pick up rapidly on Grape-Nuts. “My system was run down by exces sive night work,” writes a N. Y. man. “in spite of a liberal supply of ordi nary food. “After using Grape-Nuts I noticed improvement at once, in strength, and nerve and brain power. “This food seemed to lift me up and stay with me for better exertion, with less fatigue. My weight increased 20 lbs. with vigor and comfort in propor tion. "When traveling I always carry the food with me to insure having iL” Name given by Postum C'o., Battle Creek, Mich. Read “The Read to Well ville,” in pkgs. Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest.