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JLLUoSTRATIom BY
RAY WALTERS
COTM/CHT 1907 BV 303&S -fIBOf}ILL COL
SYNOPSIS.
Miss Patricia Holbrook au<l Miss Helen
llolbnwk, her niece, were entrusted to
11m care of Laurence Donovan, a writer,
summering near Port Annandale. Miss
Patricia confided to Donovan that she
feared her brother Henry, who, ruined by
a hank failure, had constantly threatened
her for money from his father's will, of
which Miss Patricia was guardian. They
«-ame to Port Annandale- to escape Henry.
Donovan sympathized with the two
women. He learned of Miss Helen’s an
noying suitor. Donovan discovered and
captured an intruder, who proved to be
llcginald Gillespie, suitor for the hand of
.Miss Helen Holbrook.
CHAPTER III.—Continued.
Gillespie lay on his back, wrapped
in ray dressing-gown, his knees raised,
his bandaged arms folded across his
chest. Since bringing him into the
house I had studied him carefully and,
I must confess, wftta increasing mys
tification. He was splendidly put up,
The best-muscled man I had ever seen
who was not a professional athlete.
His forearms and clean-shaven face
were brown from prolonged tanning
by the sun, but otherwise his skin was
the pink and white of a healthy baby.
His short light hair was combed
smoothly away from a broad fore
head: hie blue eyes were perfectly
steady—they even Invited and held
scrutiny: when he was not speaking
he closed his lips tightly.
I half believed the fellow to be
amusing himself at my expense; but
he met my eyes calmly. If I had not
caught a lunatic I had certainly cap
tured an odd specimen of humanity.
He was the picture of wholesome liv
ing and sound health; but he talked
likea fool. The idea of a young woman
like Helen Holbrook giving two
thoughts to a silly youngster like this
was preposterous, and my heart hard
ened against him.
“You are flippant, Mr. Gillespie, and
my errand with you is serious. There
are places in this house where I could
lock you up and you would never see
your button factory again. You seem
to have had some education—”
“The word does me great honor,
Donovan. They chucked me from
Yale in my junior year. Why, you
may ask? Well, It happened this way:
You know Rooney, the Bellefontatne
Cyclone? He struck New Haven
with a vaudeville outfit, giving exhi
bitions, poking the bag and that sort
of fake. At every town they invited
the local sports to dig up their bright
est amateur middle-weight and put
him against the Cyclone for five
rounds. I brushed my hair the wrong
way for a disguise and went against
him."
“And got smashed for your trouble,
I hope,” I interrupted.
"No. The boys in the gallery
cheered so that they fussed him, and
he thought I was fruit. We shook
hands, and he turned his head to snarl
at the applause, and, seeing an open
ing, I smashed him a hot clip In the
chin, and he tumbled backward and
broke the ring rope. I vaulted the
orchestra and bolted, and when the
boys finally found me I was over near
Waterbury under a barn. Eli wouldn’t
stand for it, and back I went to the
button factory; and here I am. sir, by
the grace of God. an ignorant man.”
"How did you find your way here,
tJillespie?” I demanded.
“I suppose I ought to explain that,”
he replied. I waited while he re
flected for a moment. He seemed to
be quite serious, and his brows wrin
kled as he pondered.
“I guessed it about half and for the
rest, I followed the heaven-kissing
stack of trunks.”
He glanced at me quickly, al
though anxious to see how I received
his words.
“Have you seen anything of Henry
Holbrook in your travels? Be careful
now; I want the truth.”
“I certainly have not. I hope you
don’t think—” Gillespie hesitated.
aw a uvt u uiauvi tut uuiintug Ui
guessing; I've got to know.”
^ "On my honor I have not seen him,
and i have no idea where he is.”
I had thrown myself into a chair
beside the couch and lighted my pipe.
My captive troubled me. ft seemed
odd that he had found the abiding
place of the two women; and if he
had succeeded so quickly, why might
not Henry Holbrook have equal luck?
"You probably know this trouble
some brother well," I ventured.
*'Y’es; as well as a man of my age
ran know an older man. My father’s
place at Stamford adjoined the Hol
brook estate. Henry and Arthur IIol
biook married sisters; both women
■died long ago, I believe; but the
brothers had a business row and went
to smash. Arthur embezzled, forged,
and so on, and took to the altitudinous
timber, and Henry has been busy
ever since trying to pluck his sister.
He's wild on the subject of his wrongs
—ruined by his own brother, deprived
•of his inheritance by his sister and
abandoned by his only child. There
wasn't much to Arthur Holbrook;
Henry was the genius, but after the
bank went to the bad he sought the
consolations of rum. He and Henry
married the Hart ridge twins who were
the reigning Baltimore belles in the
early '80's—so runneth the chronicle.
But I gossip, my dear, sir: * rossip,
which is against my principles. Even
the humble button king of Strawberry
Hill must draw the line.”
When Ijima brought in a plate of
sandwiches he took one gingerly in
his swathed hand, regarded it with
cool inquiry, and as he munched it, re
marked upon sandwiches in general
as though they were botanical speci
mens that were usually discussed and
analyzed in a scientific spirit.
"The sandwich,” he began, "not un
happily expresses one of the saddest
traits of our American life. I need
hardly refer to our deplorable nation
al habit of biding our shame under a
blithe and misleading exterior. Chick
en sandwiches in some parts of the
world are rather coarsely marked, for
purposes of indentification, with pin
feathers. You may covet no nobler
"I Suppose I Ought to Explain That."
fame than that of creator of the Fly
ing Sandwich of Annandale. Yet the
feathered sandwich, though more pic
turesque, points rather too directly
to the strutting lords of the barnyard.
A sandwich that is decorated like a
fall bonnet, that suggests, we will say,
the milliner’s window—or the plumed
knights of sounding war—”
With a little sigh, a slow relaxation
of muscles, Mr. Gillespie slept. I
locked the doors, put out the lights,
and tumbled into tnv own bed as the
chapel clock chimed two.
In the disturbed affairs of the night
the blinds had not been drawn, and
I woke to And the room flooded with
light and my prisoner gone. The doors
were locked as I had left them. Mr.
Gillespie had departed by the win
dow, dropping from a little balcony
to the terrace beneath. I rang for
Ijima and sent him to the pier; and
before I had finished shaving the toy
was back, and reported Gillespie’s
boat still at the pier, but one of the
canoes missing. It was clear that in
the sorry plight of his arms Gillespie
had preferred paddling to rowing. Be
neath my watch on the writing table
I found a sheet of note-paper on which
was scrawled:
Dear Old Man: I am having one of
those nightmares I mentioned In our de
lightful conversation. I feel that I am
about to walk in my sleep. As my flan
nels are a trifle bluggv, pardon loss of
your dressing-gown. Yours, R. (}.
P. S.—I am willing to pay for the glass
and medical attention: but I want a re
bate for that third sandwich. It really
tickled too harshly as it went down.
.rery likely this accounts for my somnam
mllsm. G_
When I had dressed and had my
coffee I locked my old portfolio and
tossed it into the bottom of my trunk.
Something told me that for a while,
at least, I should have other occupa
tion that contributing to the literature
of Russian geography.
CHAPTER IV.
I Explore Tippecanoe Creek.
My first care was to find the garden
er of St. Agatha’s and renew his
pledge of silence of the night before;
and then I sought the ladies, to make
sure that they had not been dis
turbed by my collision with Gillespie.
Miss Pat and Helen were in Sister
Theresa’s pretty sitting room, through
whose windows the morning wind
blew fresh and cool.
“This is a day for the open! You
must certainly venture forth!” I be
gan, cheerily. “You see, Father
Stoddard chose well; this is the most
peaceful place on the map. Let us
begin with a drive at six, when the
sun is low; or, maybe, you would pre
fer a little run in the launch.”
They exchanged glances.
“I think it would be all right. Aunt
Pat,” said Helen.
“Perhaps we should wait another
day. We must take no chances; the
relief of being free is too blessed to
throw away. I really slept through
the night—I can't tell you what a
boon that is!”
“Why, Sister Margaret had to call
us both at eight!” exclaimed Helen.
“That is almost too wonderful for be
lief!”
“Oh, the nights here are tranquillity
itself! Now, as to the drive—”
“Let us wait another day, Mr. 'Dono
van. I feel that we must make assur
ance doubly sure,” said Miss Pat; and
this, of course, was final.
It was clear that the capture of Gil
lespie had not disturbed the slumber
of St. Agatha’s. My conscience
pricked me a trifle at leaving them so
ignorantly contented; but Gillespie’s
appearance was hardly a menace, and
though I had pledged myself to warn
Helen Holbrook at the first sign of
trouble, I determined to deal with him
on my own account. He was only an
infatuated fool, and I was capi.ble, I
| hoped, of disposing of his case with
! out taking any one into my confi
dence. But first it was my urgent
business to find him.
I got out the launch and crossed the
| lake to the summer colony and began
i my search by asking for Gillespie at
the casino, but found that his name
was unknown. I lounged about until
' lunch time, visited the golf course
that lay on a bit of upland beyond the
cottages and watched the players un
til satisfied that Gillespie was not
among them, then I went home for
luncheon.
A man with bandaged arms, and
clad in a dressing gown, cannot go
far without attracting attention; and
I was not in the least discouraged by
my fruitless search. I have spent
considerable part of my life in the
engaging occupation of looking for
men who were hard to find, and as I
smoked my cigar on the shady ter
race and waited for Ijima to replenish
the launch's tank, I felt confident that
before night I should have an under
standing with Gillespie if he were still
in the neighborhood of Annandale.
The midday was warm, but I cooled
my eyes on the deep shadows of the
wood, through which at Intervals I
saw white sails flash on the lake. All
bird-song was hushed, but a wood
pecker on a dead sycamore hammered
away for dear life. The bobbing o
his red head must have exercise;
some hypnotic spell, for I slept a fev
minutes, and dreamed that the wood
pecker had bored a hole in my fore
head. When I roused it was with ,
start that sent my pipe clattering t;
the stone terrace floor. A man wh;
has ever camped or hunted or beei
hunted—and I have known all thre;
experiences—always scrutinizes th;
horizons when he wakes, and I foun;
myself staring into the wood. As mj
eyes sought remembered landmark;
here and there, I saw a man dressed
as a common sailor skulking toward
the boathouse several hundred yardc
away. He was evidently following the
school wall to escape observation, and
I rose and stepped closer to the bal
ustrade to watch his movements. Ir
a moment he came out into a little
open space wherein stood a stone
tower where water was stored for the
house, and he paused here and gazed
about him curiously. I picked up a
field-glass from a little table near by
and caught sight of a swarthy foreign
face under a soft felt hat. He passed
the tower and walked on toward the
lake, and I dropped over the balus
trade and followed him.
The Japanese boy was still at work
on the launch, and, hearing a step on
the pier planking, he glanced up, then
rose and asked the stranger his busi
ness.
The man shook his head.
“If you have business it must be at
the house; the road is in the other di
rection,” and Ijima pointed to the
wood, but the stranger remained
1 stubbornly on the edge of the pier. I
now stepped out of the wood and
walked down to the pier.
“What do you want here?” I de
manded, sharply.
The man touched his hat, smiled,
and shook his head. The broad hand
he lifted in salute wras that of a la
borer, and its brown back was tat
tooed. He belonged, I judged, to one
of the dark Mediterranean races, and
I tried him in Italian.
“These are private grounds; you
will do well to leave here very quick
ly,” I said.
I saw his eyes light as I spoke the
words slowly and distinctly, but he
waited until 1 had finished, then shook
his head.
I was sure he had understood, but as
I addressed him again, ordering him
from the premises, he continued to
shake his head and grin foolishly.
Then I pointed toward the road.
“Go; and it will be best for you not
to come here again!” I said, and, after
saluting, he walked slowly away into
the wood, with a sort of dogged inso
lence in his slightly swaying gait. At
a nod from me Ijima stole after hint
while I waited, and in a few minutes
the boy came back and reported that
the man had passed the house and
left the grounds by the carriage en
trance, turning toward Annandale.
With my mind on Gillespie I put off
in the launch, determined to study the
lake geography. I have, I hope, a soul
for landscape, and the soft bubble of
water, the lush reeds in the shallows,
the rapidly moving panorama of field
and forest, the glimpses of wild flow
ers, and the arched blue above, were
restful to mind and heart. It seemed
shameful that the whole world was
not afloat; then, as I reflected that an
other boat in these tranquil waters
would be an impertinence that I
should resent, I was aware that I had
been thinking of Helen Holbrook all
the while; and the thought of this ir
ritated me so that I criticised Ijima
most unjustly for running the launch
close to a bowlder that rose like a
miniature Gibraltar near the shadowy
shore we were skirting.
We gained the ultimate line of the
lower lake, and followed the shore in
search of its outlet, pleasingly set
down on the map as Tippecanoe creek,
which ran off and joined somewhere
a river of like name. The lake's wa
ters ran away, like a truant child,
through a woody cleft, and in a mo
ment we were as clean quit of the
lake as though it did not exist. After
a few rods the creek began to twist
and turn as though with the intention
of making the voyager earn his way.
In the narrow channel the beat of our
engine rang from the shores rebuking
ly, and soon, as a punishment for dis
urbing the peace of the little stream,
ve grounded on a sand-bar.
“This seems to be the head of navi
ation, Ijima. I believe this creek
vas made for canoes, not battle
ships.”
Between us we got the launch off,
nd I landed on a convenient log and
rawled up the bank to observe the
ountry. I followed a stake-and-rider
ence, half hidden in vines of various
orts, and tramped along the bank, with
he creek still singing its tortuous way
below at my right hand. Soon the
rail fence gave way to barbed wire;
the path broadened and the under
brush was neatly cut away. Within
lay a small vegetable garden, care
fully tilled; and farther on I saw a
lark green cottage almost shut in by
beeches. The path dipped sharply
lown and away from the cottage, and
a moment later I had lost sight of it;
but below, at the edge of the creek,
stood a long houseboat with an ex
tended platform or deck on the water
side.
I can still feel, as I recall the day
and hour, the utter peace of the scene
when first I came upon that secluded
spot: The melodious flow of the
creek beneath; the flutter of homing
wings; even the hum of insects in the
sweet, thymy air. Then a step farther
and I came to a gate which opened on
a flight of steps that led to the house
beneath; and through the intervening
tangle I saw a man sprawled at ease
In a steamer chair on the deck, his
arms under his head. As I watched
him he sighed and turned restlessly,
and I caught a glimpse of close
trimmed beard and shor', thin, slight
ly gray hair.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Mistakes of Mental Workers,
—————
Few Endeavor to Keep Themselvee in
Proper Physical Trim.
Neglect of physical development Is
responsible for many of the ills to
which the vast army of men work
ers is heir. Men and women who labor
la officesgiare even forgetting how to
fcse thalr legs, so convenient is it to
resort to street cars, though the dis
tance to be covered, may be but a few
brocks. «>•*
The best mental work is performed
by those who keep in good physical
trim. Generally, the incentive for this
is lacking. It is perfectly possible for
every mental worker to take daily,
systematic exercise, though it may be
only a brisk walk in the open air or a
few free-hand movements on rising in
the morning or retiring at night. Few,
however, gain sufficient exhilaration in
these diversions. Most people are more
strongly attracted by games, competi
tions or the forms of exercise entered
into by a considerable body of persons
in unison. More than that, mo3t peo
ple would prefer to watch others in
these pastimes than to enter into them
in person.
What Counts In a Story.
As I heard a famous raconteur tell
ing a story I had heard in one form
or another for many years I could not
but recall the statement of some one
to the effect that there are but five
stories extant and that all we have
are merely variations from the orig
inal five.
As Gen. Taylor, who is something of
a story-teller himself, puts it: “The
story doesn’t amount to anything. It’s
the edition that counts.”
Supposed Relic of St. Peter.
It is announced that a remarkably
interesting discovery has been made
in the catacombs of Priscilla at
Rome in the form of the following in
scription: “In isto loco Petrus fuit.”
Signor Marucchi, the eminent arch
aeologist, is convinced, after careful
study of circumstances, that the
Petrus is none other than the Apostle
St. Peter.
GIANT POLISH WRESTLER IN ACTION,
Zbyszko has come all the way fro m Poland to dethrone Frank Gotch,
the Iowa farmer, as king of mat artists. Dr. Message, who is managing
the Pole, believes his man has a gre at chance of becoming the champion
wrestler of the world, and before the winter is over Zbyszko and Gotch
probably will meet for the title. The picture shows the big Pole in action
with one of his trainers and gives a view of his great muscular develop
ment.
KLING AND REUL6AGK
TO NEW TORN GIANTS?
Gotham Scribes Have It Fixed Up for
McGraw to Get a Champion
ship Team.
Here is a story telegraphed from
New York to a Chicago paper recent
ly. We don’t vouch for it but print it
and leave the reader to judge it for
what it is worth:
“Further developments in the
three big trades which Manager Mc
Graw is engineering to strengthen the
Giants for the National league cam
paign came to light when it was
learned that Edward F. Reulbach,
pitching marvel of the Chicago Cubs,
is included in the Wiltse-Kling deal
and will pitch for the polo grounders
next season.
“Baseball sharps were inclined to
the belief that McGraw will weaken
his pitching department if he lets
Wiltse go, but it develops that the
commander of the Giants has asked
C. Webb Murphy, owner of the Cubs,
to allow Reulbach to figure in the
trade.
“In return for the services of Kling
and Reulbach, McGraw will give
Wiltse and a big bundle of money;
how much could not be learned, but
it is understood to be a sum represent
ed by five figures.
“McGraw will thus strengthen his
pitching department, for Reulbach is
accounted a better man than Wiltse,
and can stand a great deal more
work.
“Reulbach is dissatisfied with his
berth in Chicago, and will gladly come
to New Y'ork. Last season he had
disputes with both Murphy and
Chance, the Cubs losing ground in the
race because he was late getting into
his stride.
“It also leaked out during the East
ern league meeting that a gigantic
deal was under way whereby the New
York Giants will acquire the services
of Johnny Kling, Sherwood Magee and
Konetchy for next season.
“The story goes that Mike Donlin is
to be traded for Sherwood Magee.
This deal is to all intents and pur
poses already closed. Herzog and
Merkle are to be traded to St. Louis
for Konetchy, one of the greatest first
basemen in the National league.
Wiltse and a big bundle will go for
Johnny Kling.”
DONOVAN TO LEAD RED SOX
Signs a Contract to Succeed Fred
Lake as Leader of the Boston
Club.
Following Fred Lake’s resignation
as manager of the Boston American
league baseball team, Patrick J. Dono
van signed a contract to manage the
team next year.
Donovan’s professional career start
ed in 1886, whin he played the outfield
for the Lawrence (Mass.) club of the
New England league. He continued
with Lawrence until 1887, later going
to Salem. In 1888 and 1889 Donovan
played center field for the London
(Ont.) club and distinguished himself
by his hard hitting and fast fielding,
leading the International association
in the former season.
At the start of the race in 1890
Donovan went to the Boston Nation
als, but after a short engagement
went to Brooklyn to fill the vacancy
created in center field by the break
down of Corkhill. In 1893 he went
to Pittsburg and subsequently played
with Louisville and Washington, only
to rejoin the Pirates in 1898.
Donovan went to St. Louis, and.
after moving from one club to another
was signed in the fall of 1906 to man
age the Brooklyn club. For the last
several months he has been scouting
'nr Boston.
“I'LL LIFT THAT CUP
YET," SAYS SIR THOMAS
Irish Baronet Declares He’ll Win
Trophy If New York Yacht Club
Changes Rules.
Sir Thomas Lipton, noted Irish
yachtsman, who has tried to capture
the America's cup from the New York
Yacht club in three races, says he will
win the cup yet.
Sir Thomas, while opimistic of suc
cess in finally winning the "blue rib
bon prize of the sea,’’ as he calls the
America's cup, feels that the rules
governing the race must be changed
before he even stands a “sporting
chance.”
He declared that under the pe
culiar conditions now governing such
contests it was impossible for him or
any other outsider to win the Amer
ica’s cup.
Asked concerning the report that
the Royal Ulster club, of which King
Edward is a member, had withdrawn
its support from him because of the
Incident and would notify the New
York club that he no longer had the
club's patronage, Sir Thomas said he
had heard nothing of it.
“I have raced 75 times within the
last two years on the coast of Eng
land, Scotland and Ireland, and won
52 races,” he said, “but I would give
them all to win that America’s cup,
even if I could keep it only five min
utes. This cup Is no historical relic;
It Is an international trophy and there
is no reason why I should not. have
at least a sporting chance to win it.”
The Irish baronet hopes to con
vince the New York Yacht club that a
race for the America’s cup can never
aguin be held under the old condi
tions, and that if the club maintains
the attitude it took two years ago it
is equivalent to locking up the classic
“mug” in the club’s trophy room. It
was learned, however, that unless
the present feeling among the more
influential club members undergoes a
change, Sir Thomas’ visit is likely to
fail.
ONE OF WISCONSIN’S STARS
Frank E. Boyle, a Badger tackle,
has been a mountain of strength tc
his team this season. In the game
I with Northwestern he did a greater
part of the plunging. He made the
first down for his team and he easily
stamped himself as one of tne stars
| of the »'!J:'nn in the v>e
Compositors’ Knowledjje of Latin and
Greek.
Under the will of William Boyer,
master printer, and member of the
London Stationers’ Company, Andrew
Davidson, a compositor, has been
awarded a pension of $155 a year.
Davidson was one of eight composi
tors who competed for the prize.
Among the conditions was that the re
cipient “shall be able to read and con
strue Latin and to read Greek fluently
with accents.” ‘‘Printers as a class
are perhaps the most highly educated
workmen,” said an official of the Lon
don Typographical society, “but it is
doubtful if there are more than a
dozen in the whole United Kingdom
able to construe Latin and read Greek,
as in the old days. Arabic, Sanscrit,
Chinese, Japanese, Russian and Yid
dish are among the types, to set which
special compositors are required, but
of the present-day printers few are
capable of dealing with any save the
types of their mother tongue.’
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JUST A SUGGESTION.
The Rejected One—And is this great
love of mine to be cast aside?
She (wearily)—You might have it
stuffed! _
New England Pie.
Some poor dweller in the benight
ed beyond of Chicago asks what a real
New England pie is like. It probably
will not help him to be told, but if
he means apple, it is like an essay by
Emerson liquefied with the music of
Massenet and spiced with the cyni
cism of Shaw; if he means pumpkin,
it is like some of Gounod's music
heard in a landscape all sun and flow
ers. It is too early yet to describe
the mince pies of 1909. but last year's
—and last year was not an extraor
dinary good year—were like an in
crease in salary, and a present from >
home arriving on the day when one's
conscience was behaving itself.—Bos
ton Globe.
A Hero.
Tommy’s mother had made him a
present of a toy shovel and sent him
out in the sand lot to play with his
baby brother. “Take care of baby
now, Tommy, and don’t let anything
hurt him,” was mamma's parting in
junction.
Presently screams of anguish from
baby sent the distracted parent flying
to the sand lot “For goodness’ sake.
Tommy, what has happened to the
baby?” said she, trying to soothe the
wailing infant
"There was a naughty fly biting him
on the top of his head, and I killed it
with the shovel,” was the proud re
ply.—Exchange.
Mind Over Matter.
“Much may be done,” said the Acute
Observer, "by an authoritative voice.
Now, if a man says to a dog: ‘Come
here!’ with a note of absolute author
ity in his voice, the dog comes im
mediately.”
“Yes,” said the Traveler, “I’ve no
ticed it. And it is especially marked
in oriental peoples. Why, when I was
in Khalisandjharo, I heard a man say
with that authoritative note in his
tone: ‘Oh, king, live forever,’ and im
mediately the king lived forever."—
Carolyn Wells, in Success Magazine.
CAREFUL DOCTOR
Prescribed Change of Food Instead of
Drugs.
It takes considerable courage for a
doctor to deliberately prescribe only
food for a despairing patient, instead
of resorting to the usual list of med
icines.
There are some truly scientific phy
sicians among the present generation
who recognize and treat conditions as
they are and should be treated regard
less of the value to their pockets.
Here’s an instance:
“Four years ago I was taken with
severe gastritis and nothing would
stay on my stomach, so that I was on
the verge of starvation.
“I heard of a doctor who has a sum
mer cottage near me—a specialist from
N. Y., and as a last hope, sent for him.
"After he examined me carefully he
advised me to try a small quantity oi
Grape-Nuts at first, then as my stom
ach became stronged to eat more.
“I kept at it, and gradually got so I
could eat and digest three teaspoon
fuls. Then I began to have color in my
face, memory became clear, where be- V
fore everything seemed a blank. My
limbs got stronger and I could walk.
So I steadily recovered.
“Now, after a year on Grape-Nuts I
weigh 153 lbs. My people were sur
prised at the way I grew fleshy and
strong on this food.”
Read the little book, “The Road to
Wellville,” in pkgs.
“There’s a Reason.”
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are (tenulDC, true, and fall of human
Interest.
