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SYNOPSIS. “Ma i ’ Dan Maitlaivl. on reaching his New Vork bachelor dub. rnet an atirac ii\ • young woman at the door. Janitor assured turn no one had been within that day. I)an discovered a wom an's fins* r prints in dust on his desk, along with a letter from his attorney. Maitland dined with Hannerman. his at torney. Dan set out for Greenfields, to get his family jewels. During his walk to th* country seat, he met the young woman :n gray, whom he had seen leav ing his bad:dors’ dub. Her auto had broken down. II** fixed it. liy a ruse she “lost” } in:. Maitland, on reaching home, surpri.-' d ie.dy in gray, cracking the safe containing his gems. She, apparently, took hi: i f< r a well-known c rook. Daniel Anisty Half-hypnotized. Maitland opened his safe, took therefrom the jewels, and r.av.* them to her, first forming a part nership .:. rime. The real Dan Anisty. sought i ■ police of tin world, appeared on the sane- mission. Maitland overcame him. CHAPTER IV.—Continued. ‘ You doubted me, after all!” she commented, a trifle bitterly. ‘‘I—no! You misunderstand me. Believe me. I—” "Ah, don't protest. What does it make or mar, whether or not you trusted me? . . . You have,” she added, quietly, "the jewels safe enough. I suppose?” He stopped short, aghast. “I! The jewels!" "I slij ped them in your coat pocket before—" Instantly her hand was free. Mait land ramming both his own into the side pockets of his top coat. "They're safe!" She smiled uncertainly. "We have no time,” said she. “Can you drive—?” They were standing by the side of her car, which had been cunningly hid den in the gloom beneath a spreading ; tree on the further side of the road. Maitland, crestfallen, offered his hand: the tips of her fingers touched his palm lightly as she jumped in. He hes itated at the step. “You wish me to?" She laughed lightly. “Most assured ly. You may assure yourself that I shan't try to elude you again—" ■ , "I would I might he sure of that.” ! he said, steadying his voice and seek ing her eyes. ‘'Procrastination won't make it any j mere assured.’’ He stepped up and settled himself in the driver’s seat, grasping throttle and ste- ring wheel; the great machine thrilled to his touch like a live thing, then began slowly to back out into the road. For an instant it seemed to hang palpitant on dead center, then shot out like a hound unleashed, ven tre-a-terre—Brooklyn miles away over the hoed. It seemed but a minute ere they were thundering over the Myannis biidge. A little further on Maitland slowed down and, jumping out, lighted the lamps. Tn the seat again—no words had passed—he threw in the high-speed clutch, and the world tiling behind them, roaring. Thereafter, breathless, stunned by the frenzy of s-t-eed. perforce silent, they bored on through the night, crashing along de serted highways. In the east a band of pallid light lifted up out of the night, and the horizon took shape against it, stark and Dlack. Slowly, stealthily, the formless dawn dusk spread over the sleeping world; to the zenith the light smitten stars reeled and died, and houses, fields, and thoroughfares lay' a glimmer with ghostly twilight as the car tore headlong through the grim, unlovely, silent hinterland of Long Inland City. The gates of the ferry-house were in exorably shut against them when at last Maitland brought the big machine to a tremulous ami panting halt, like that of an overdriven thoroughbred. And though they perforce endured a wait of fully 15 minutes, neither found aught worth saying; or else the words wherewith fitly to clothe their thoughts were denied them. The girl seemed very weary, and sat with head drooping and hands clasped idly in her lap. To Maitland’s hesitant query as to her comfort she return a monosyllabic re assurance. He did not again venture to disturb her; on his own part he was cnnscicus of a clogging sense of ex haustion. of a drawn and haggard feel ing about the eyes and temples; and knew that he was keeping awake automatically, his being already a doze. The fresh wind off the sullen river served in some measure to revive them, once the gates were opened and the car had taken a place on the fer ry-boat’s forward extreme. Day was now full upon the world; above a hori zon belted with bright magenta, the cloudless sky was suft turquoise and sapphire; and abruptly, while the big unwieldy boat surged across the nar row ribbon of green water, the son shot up with a shout and turned to an evanescent dream of fairy land the gaunt, rock-ribbed profile of Manhat tan island, bulking above them in tier upon tier of monstrous buildings. On the Manhattan side, in deference to the girl's low-spoken wish Maitland tan the machine up to Second avenue, turned north, and brought it to a stop bv the curb, a little north of Thirty fifth street. “And cow whither?” he inquired, hands somewhat impatiently ready upon the driving and steering gear. The girl smiled faintly through her veil. “You have been most kind," she told him in a tired voice. "Thank you —from my heart, Mr. Anisty,” and made a move as if to relieve him of his charge. “Is that all?” he demanded, blankly. “Can 1 say more?" “I ... I am to go no further with you?” Sick with disappointment, he rose and dropped to the sidewalk— anticipating her affirmative answei "If you would please me,” said '.he girl, “you won't insist.” “I don't,” he returned, ruefuuy. “Hut are you quite sure that you're o’l right now?" tarn “We Have No Time/' Said She. “Can You Drive—?** ■ ‘Quite, thank you, rloar Mr, Anisty!" With a pretty gesture of conquering impulse she swept her veil aside, and the warm rose-glow of the new-horn day tinted her wan young cheeks with color. And her eves were as stars, bright with a mist of emotion, brim ming with gratutnde—and something else. He could not say what; but one thing he knew, and that was that she was worn with excitement and fatigue, near to the point of breaking down. "You're tired." he insisted, solici tous. “Can't you let me—?’’ "I am tired.” she admitted, wistfully, voice subdued, yet rich and vibrant. "No, please. Please let me go. Don't ask me any questions—now.” “Only one.” he-made supplication ‘Tve done nothing—" "Nothing but be more kind than I can say!" "And you’re not going to hack out of our partnership?" “Oh!" And now the color in her cheeks was warmer than that which the dawn had lent them. “No. . . . I shan’t back out." And she smiled. “And if I call a meeting of the board of management of Anisty and Went worth, Limited, you will promise to attend?” Y e-es— “Will it be too early if I call one for to-day?" “Why—” “Say at two o’clock this afternoon, at Eugene's. You know the place?” “I have lunched there—" "Then you shall again to-day. You won't disappoint me?" “1 will be there. I ... I shall be glad to come. Now—please!" “You've promised. Don't forget.” He stepped back and stood in a sort of dreamy daze, while, with one final wonderful smile at parting, the girl as sumed control of the machine and swung it out front the curb. Maitland watched it forge slowly up the avenue and vanish round the Thirty-sixth street corner; then turned his face southward, sighing with weariness and discontent. At Thirty-fourth street a policeman, lounging beneath tlie* corrugated iron awning of a corner saloon, fated about with a low whistle, to stare after him. Maitland experienced a chill sense of criminal guilt; he was painfully con scious of those two shrewd eyes, bor ing gimlet-like into his back, over looking no detail of the wreck of his evening clothes. Involuntarily he glanced down at his legs, and they moved mechanically beneath the edge of ills overcoat like twin animated columns of mud and dust, openly ad vertising Ills misadventures. He felt in his soul that they shrieked aloud, that they would presently succeed in dinning all the town awake, so that the startled populace would come to the windows to stare in wonder as he passed by. And inwardly he groaned and quaked. As for the policeman, after some re luctant hesitation, he overcame the in herent indisposition to exertion that affects his kind, and. swinging his stick, stalked after Maitland. Happily (and with heartfelt thanks giving) the young man chanced upon a somnolent and bedraggled hack, at rest in the stenciled shadows of the Third avenue elevated structure. Its pilot was snoring lustily the sleep of the belated, on the box. With some difficulty he was awakened, and Mait land dodged into the musty, dusty body of the vehicle grateful to escape the unprejudiced stare of the guardian of the peace, who in another moment would have overtaken him and, dojbt less, subjected him to embarrassing inquisition. As the ancient four-wheeler rattled noisily over the cobbles, some of the shops were taking down their shutters, the surface cars were beginning to run with increasing frequency, and the sidewalks were becoming sparsely populated. Familiar as the sights were, they were yet somehow strange ly unreal to the young man. In a night the face of the world had changed for him: its features loomed weirdly blurred and contorted through the mystical gray-gold atmosphere of t lie land of Romance, wherein he real ly lived and moved and had his being. The blatant day was altogether pre posterous; to-day was a dream, some thing nightmarish; last night be had been awake, last night for the first time in twenty-odd years of existence he had lived. He slipped unthinkingly one hand into his coat pocket, seeking instinc tively his cigarette case; and his fin gers brushed the coarse-grained stir face of a canvas bag. He jumped as if electrified. He had managed altogeth er to forget them, yet in his keeping were the jewels, Maitland heirlooms— the swag and booty, the loot and plun der of the night’s adventure. And he smiled happily to think that his inter est in them was 50 per cent, depreci ated in 24 hours; now he owned only half. Suddenly he sat up. with happy eyes and a glowing face. She had trusted him! CHAPTER V. Incognito. At noon, precisely, Maitland stirred between the sheets for the first time since he had thrown himself into his bed—stirred, and, confused by what ever alarm had awakened him, yawned stupendously, and sat up, rubbing cienehed fists in his eyes to clear them of sleep’s cobwebs. Then he bent for ward, clasping his knees, smiled large ly. replaced the smile with a thought ful frown, and in such wise contem plated the foot of the bed for several minutes—his first conscious impres sion, that lie had something delightful to look forward to yielding to a vague recollection of a prolonged shrill tin tinnabulation—as if the telephone bell in the front room had been ringing for some time. But he waited in vain fora repetition of the sound, and eventually concluded that he had been mistaken: it had been an echo from his dreams, most likely. Besides, who should call him up? Not two people knew that he was in town: not even O’Hagan was aware that he had returned to his rooms that morning. He gaped again, stretching wide his arms, sat up on the edge of the bed, and heard the clock strike 12. Noon and . . . He had an en gagement at two! He brightened at the memory and, jumping up, pressed an electric call button on the wall. By the time lie had padded barefoot to (he bathroom and turned on the cold-wa ter tap, O'Hagan's knock summoned him to the hall door. "Back again, O’Hagan; and in a desperate rush. I ll want you to shave me and send some telegrams, please. Must be off by 1:30. You may get out my gray-striped flannels”—here he paused, calculating his costume with careful discrimination—"and a black striped negligee shirt; gray socks; russet low shoes; black and white check tie—broad wings. You know where to find them all?” "Shure yiss, sor.” O’Hagan showed no evidence of sur prise; the eccentricities of Mr. Mait land could not move him. who was in ured to them through long association and observation. He moved away to execute his instructions, quietly ef ficient, By the time Maitland had finished splashing and gasping in the bathtub everything was ready for the ceremony of dressing. In other words, 20 minutes later Maitland, bathed, shaved, but still in diessing gown and slippers, was seated at liis desk, a cup of black coffee steaming at his elbow, a number of yellow telegraph blanks before him, a pen poised between his fingers. It was in his mind to send a wire to Cressy, apologizing for his deser tion of the night just gone, and an nouncing his intention to rejoin the party from which the motor trip to New York had lieen as planned but a temporary defection, in time for din ner that same evening. He nibbled the end of the penholder, selecting phrases, then looked up at the at tentive O'Hagan. “Bring me a New Haven time table, please,” he began, “and—” The door bell abrupted his words, clamoring shrilly. ‘‘What the deuce?" he demanded. "Who can that be? Answer it, will you. O'Hasan?” He put down the pen. swallowed his coffee, and lit a cigarette, listening to the murmurs at the hall door. An in slant later. O'Hagan returned, bearing a slip of white pasteboard which he de posited on the desk before Maitland. “'James Burleson Snaith,’" Mait land read aloud from the faultlessly engraved card. "I don't know him What does he want?" "Wouldn't say. sor; seemed sur prised whin I towld him ye were in, an’ said he was glad to hear it—busi ness pressin', says he.” “ 'Snaith?' But I never heard the name before. What does he look like?" “A gintleinan. sor. be th’ clothes av him an' th' way he talks.” "Well . . . Devil take the man! Show him in." “Very good, sor.” Maitland swung around in his desk chair, his back to the window, expres sic-n politely curious, as his caller en tered the room, pausing, hat in hand, just across the threshold. He proved to be a man apparently o' middle age, of height approximating Maitland's; his shoulders were slightly rounded as if from habitual bending over a desk, his pose mild and defer ential. By his eyeglasses and peering look, he was near-sighted; by his dress, a gentleman of taste and judg ment as well as of means to gratify both. A certain jaunty and summery touch in his attire suggested a person of leisure who had just run down from his country place for a day in town. His voice, when he spoke, did noth ing to dispel the illusion. "Mr. Maitland?" he opened the con versation briskly. "I trust I do not intrude? I shall be brief as possible, if you will favor me with a private in terview." Maitland remarked a voice well mod ulated and a good choice of words. He rose courteously. "I should be pleased to do so," ho suggested, “if you could advance any reason for such a request.” Mr., Snaith smiled discreetly, fum bling in his side pocket. A second slip of cardboard appeared between his fin gers as he stepped over toward Malt land. “If I had not feared it might deprive me of this interview, I. should have sent in my business card at once," he said. “Permit me." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Takes Romance From Tears Weapon of the Heroine Coolly Ana lyzed by French Chemist. One does not care to have one's tears analyzed like a patent food or medicine, and to associate them with chemical substances, but we are noth ing if not practical nowadays, and every shred of romance, poetry and sentiment is remorselessly wrenched from us for scientific purposes. A French journal devoted to mat ters of this kind has been telling us, not only of what tears are composed, but exactly the effect that is produced on brain and body when we shed them. So henceforth when we read that the heroine’s “beautiful eyes were suf fused with tears." that “in a moment she was weeping passionately on his shoulder,” we shall know that by a kind of shower-bath arrangement a mixture of albuminoid, water and chemical substances was let loose at the back of her skull, thus dulling the nerve centers, and really giving her re lief. However, it does not sound roman tic, and mere man is likely to imagine that the fair one is really suffering doubly when all this happens.—Gentle woman. Patriotic Norwegian Barber. Norway would appear to have made very considerable strides in the Eng lish tongue in the last 20 years, judg ing from a notice that appeared on a barber's door at the time the kaisei visited Trondhjem in the '80s. It rar as follows: “Important Noddis. Ladysh and Shentlemuns and Beobles. In consequents ob ze visit ob ze Kaiser Wilhems I hab glosed de biznes on dis ockhasion. Hare cuts and schafes and all usuel Biznes 2 Morro Mornick. Bes cur Vaterland. By Order," B1UDS IfS'THH HIGHLANDS PRDY "\'s m TAW/VV OWL. —W Young . l one -hared, owl •V YOUffG P£fiEGRIM£ PALCCff The distribution of birds of prey in the Highlands at the present day fur nishes a striking object-lesson in the effects of protection on any given species, says a writer in Country Life. In the middle of last century, when game preservation as a source of in come began to be considered an asset of the country, there were few sports men who realized how easily and quickly any non-migratory bird could be exterminated. At that period birds of prey were unquestionably too numerous, and game could scarcely have been expected to flourish under such conditions. Our forfathers, per haps better sportsmen than their de scendants. skilled in ail manner of woodcraft and content with small bags obtained by their own unaided efforts, were more tolerant and for bearing towards the birds and beasts of prey than we have since proved ourselves to be. The rising value of sport, however, marked the com mencement of a relentless warfare against all marauders other than man himself, a warfare which has contin ued to the present day and threatens | to exterminate many of our most in teresting species, wiiich, once van-' ished, can never be replaced. The position of many of our birds of prey is a matter of the greatest concern ! to ornithologists and sportsmen alike, ; for there are few sportsmen who would knowingly exterminate a spe cies whose members are already so ! few as to cause no concern to game preserves. The harm done by the few , pairs of eagles, peregrines and buz zards which still survive is not worth ' consideration, and the facr that most j of their prey is obtained in the deer iorests renders their presence desir- j able, rather than otherwise, in many j of the latter. Of the British eagles, two species i have already vanished, or almost van ished. Experience shows that we cannot hope for migrants to take their place. The sea eagle Is now but rare ly seen on our coasts, and the fishing eagle, the graceful osprey, is no lon ger a familiar feature of our inland lochs. On some lone islet or surf beaten rock an odd pair may survive, but for most of us they are but mem ories of the past, and never again may we watch them as in days gone by. The golden eagle is the only one remaining to.us. For him alone of his race protection came not in vain. The preservation of this grand species is the only bright spot in the history of the British eagles. In some districts the king of birds is actually increas ing: almost everywhere he holds his own. This is due entirely to the action taken by proprietors to protect the eyries, and to the courteous for bearance shown towards the birds by the great majority of shooting tenants —forbearance which is. unfortunately, not accorded to them in the south, where the appearance of any large bird of prey seems to be regarded as the signal for its destruction. The buzzard, in appearance closely re sembling the golden eagle when on the wing, though easily distinguished by its smaller size, has in the past suf fered for the sins of its bolder neigh bors, for of all birds of prey this is the least harmful to game; mice, voles and carrion form its diet, and it is probably quite incapable cf striking dow-n any game-bird on the wing un less the latter is weakly or wounded. In flight slow and heavy and by na ture a coward, common sense will show us that the character of this species quite belies its predatory ap pearance. Yet In spite of these facts, which have been proved times with out number, keepers continue to shoot these harmless birds on their migra tion in autumn, the period when the young birds, driven away by their parents, are seeking fresh quarters. If proprietors would include buzzards in their orders for the protection of eagles something might be gained. Of all our birds of prey, the buzzard is, at the present moment, most in need of protection. Two other species claim our atten tion—the kestrel and the merlin, both of which the writer has turned out in considerable numbers during the last few years. It is, indeed, a treat for the bird-lover to see these lesser fal cons losing their fear of man day by day, to watch them from the window hunting mice in the meadows below, hovering, perhaps, within a few yards of the watcher, then pouncing with lightning swoop on some hapless vole, pausing to devour their prey be fore one's very eyes. To naturalists, the. fact that the writer had three kestrels' nests under observation in 1908 in a small pine wood may be of interest, as showing that there is comparatively little antagonism be tween individuals of this charming species. In the case of one of these the bold behaviour of the adult was conspicuous, and the female would almost allow me to handle her on the nest. It was conjectured that she was one of those liberated in tbe previous year; one of a brood which had be come exceptionally tame before being released. With certain exceptions the kestrel is always harmless to game. In the case of 99 nests out of 100 the kestrels will be found to be bringing fur—i. e., mice, voles, etc.—to the young, and the benefit thus conferred on farmers Is enormous. v\ ith merlins this is by no means the case, and young grouse are often the principal food of the family; but at no other period of the year are they destructive to game. Owing to the fact that they nest on the ground and in the most secluded places they are not easy to locate, and to this they often owe their safety. The num bers of kestrels in the Highlands are apparently on the increase, and it seems now to be generally recognized that they are worthy of encourage meet. Both kestrels and merlins are to some extent migratory, and the lat ter seem less able to fend for them selves when the ground i3 covered with snow, departing southward at the approach of winter. It is a curl ous fact that grouse are aware that the kestrel is harmless, and that the cock grouse will boldly attempt tc drive the “wind hover" away from nest or brood should the little falcon ap proach too near when hunting for mice. On the approach of the pere grine, however, he crouches close to the ground, well knowing that no courage will avail him here. A few words in conclusion as to the owds, of which we need only consider three species—the tawny, the long eared and the short-eared, for the barn-owl, common in the south, is a rara avis in the Highlands. The ap pearance of the short-eared owls in autumn marks the approach of win ter. and the regularity with which they arrive at the time of the flight has earned for them the name of the woodcock owl. A few of these remain to breed with us, and in time more may be induced to follow their ex ample if they are carefully protected. The Will That Compels. Everything yields before the strong and earnest will. It grows by exer cise. it excites confidence in others, while it takes to itself the lead. Dif ficulties before which mere cleverness fails, and which leave the irresolute prostrate and helpless, vanish before it. They not only do not impede its progress, but it often makes them ntepping-stenes to a higher and mon enduring triumph.—Tulloch. Defined. “Pa. what is a legislative joker?” “About the same thing as an extra card up a man's cleeve in a poket game.” Thinking Deep Thoughts. “I'll bet. that woman is a female re former." “What makes you think so?" "She seems so unhappy.” GOT HIS MORNING’S HOT MILK Thoughtful Friend Turned the Trick and Landlady received Credit for Thoughtfulness. "Living in a Doarding place is not without its objections,” coniided VV. li McCarthy to his friend over their noonday lunch. "cor instance. I’d like some hot milk in the morning. There s no reason why 1 should have it, health's good and r.ll that, but I’ve ta ken a fancy u> hot milk for breakfast. When 1 draw up to the table. I think to myself how nice it would be if i just had a bowl of hot milk. Cut if i were to ask for it. every boarder in the house would je wanting the same thing. That's the waj it goes in a bearding house. And 1 don't like to make myself a nuisance to the land lady. The rther day 1 said I'd like seme toast No one else had (bought oi such a thing oefore, but everybody had to have some of my toast when it came in. And there you are." ''Too bad McCarthy can't get a little swallow of hot milk in the morning," thought McCarthy's friend as ne sat at his desk that afternoon. "Mebby I can fix things." He reached for the phone and called up McCarthy's land lady. “This Is Mr. McCarthy’s physician,” he told her. "I wish you would see to it that he gets all the hot milk he can drink every morning. (Jive it to him instead of coffee or tea. You see his nerves are in a bad way. and if h« doesn't get hot milk for breakfast we' 1 have to send him ofT to a sanitarium. Don’t say anything to him about me calling Just see that he gets that ho", milk. Thank you very much.” And ever since then. McCarthy has been bragging about what a mind reader his landlady Is. “Just sort of knows what I want almost as soon as 1 know myself,” he says. "Never saw anpthing like it.'—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Extreme of Loneliness. German proverb: U’ltnout a friend the world is a wilderness. j The Exceptional Equipment of the California Fig Syrup Co. and the scientific attainments of its chemists have rendered possible the production of Syrup of Figs and Elixir of Senna, in all of its excellence, by obtaining the pure medic inal principles of plants known to act most beneficially and combining them most skillfully, in the right proportions, with its wholesome and refreshing Syrup of California Figs. As there is only one genuine Syrup of Figs and Elixir of Senna and as the gen uine is manufactured by an original method known to the California Fig Syrup Co. only, it is always necessary to buy tbs genuine to get its beneficial effects. A knowledge of the above facts enables one to decline imitations or to return thee: if, upon viewing the package, the full name of theCalifornia Fig SyrupCo. is not found printed on the front thereof. “FAITH” ALL THAT WAS LEFT Symbols of “Hope” and “Charity” Had Got Away from Unfortunate Sun day School Scholar. A young Philadelphia Sunday school teacher tells this story of the result of an attempted application of the principles of economics: For some time she had endeavored to impress upon the minds of one of her charges the names of the three qualities, faith, hope, and charity. One Sunday she presented the pupil of the poor memory with three new shining coins, a penny, a five-cent piece, and a dime. “The penny,” she said, “represents faith, the five-cent piece hope, and the dime charity. Keep these coins and every time you look at them think of what they stand for.” The Sunday following the teacher reviewed the lesson of the w»eek be fore, and called upon the holder of the coins to produce them and give their names in proper sequence. The youngster shuffled from one leg to the other, stammered, blushed and seemed altogether overcome with mortifica tion. Finally he burst out with: “Please, Miss Fanny, I ain’t got nuthin’ left but faith. Baby swal lered hope, and mamma took charity and bought ten cents’ worth of meat ter make hamburg steak out uv.” EXPRESSIVE REPLY, Freddie—Your father told me that i was the black sheep of the family. Gertrude—What did you say? Freddie—Bah! A Test of Friendship. Just before Artemus Ward's death Robertson poured out some medicine and offered it to the sick man, who said: “My dear Tom. I won’t take any more of that horrible stuff.” Robertson urged him to swallow the mixture, saying: “Do, now—there’s a dear fellow—for my sake. You know I would do anything for you.” “Would you?" said Ward, feebly, grasping his friend's hand for the last time. “I would indeed." said Robertson. “Then you take it!” Ward passed away a few hours aft erward.—Recollections of the Ban crofts. Help for the Artists. The comic supplements are filled these days with pictures representing some of the foolish questions that people ask. Here is a suggestion lor one: A man was walking hastily through the rain yesterday afternoon, his um brella raised and his head bent. An acquaintance, standing in a doorway, hailed him: “Say,” he shouted, “are you going to use that umbrella? If you’re not, lend it to me!” Doesn’t that capture the icing? PRESSED HARD Coffee's Weight on Old Age. When prominent men realize the in jurious effects of coffee and the change in health that Postuin can bring, they are glad to lend their testimony for the benefit of others. A superintendent of public schools in one of the southern states says: "My mother, since her early child hood, was on 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 offi cial visit to a distant part of the coun try and took dinner with one of the merchants of the place. 1 noticed a somewhat peculiar flavour of the cof fee, and asked him concerning it He replied that it was Postum. “I was so pleased with it, that after the meal was over, I bought a package to carry home with me, and had wife prepare some for the next meal. The whole family were so well pleased with it, 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 Us 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. “I know Postum has benefited my self and the other members of the family, but not in so marked a de gree as in the case of my mother, as she was a victim of long standing." Read, ‘‘The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. “There’s a Reason.” Ever read the above letter? A new one appear* from time to time. Ikrj are genuine, true, and full of hocuui interest.
