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AN EXCELLENT REMEDY, i ytra Break Up a Cold in Twenty-Four Hour* ar.d Cure Any Cough That Is Curable. Tin* follow :aj ndature is oft-'n pre scribed ard is hi;hly recommended Cor coughs. colds and other throat and bronchial trouble. Mis two ounces «■ Giytwise, a half-ounce of Virgin Oal of Pine rumisiund pure, and eight outers of pure Whisky. These can be boajfh: n any good drug store and eas ily mixed together in a large bottle. "The genuine Virgin Oil of Pine com fc-md pure is prepared only in the hthoratones of the L<-ich Chemical C.r:rinnati. ar i put up for dis l«eu&.iu; ts half-ounce vials. COULDN’T DO IT. “Thatll do! Dry tip this minute!*’ : “I c-ccan't. pa Willie just soaked __ LEG A MASS OF HUMOR “Atxi.it seven years ago a small a'-ra^ion apj*eared on my right leg just alove- my ankle. It irritated me co that 1 1* can to scratch it and it t run to »; fo. d until my leg from my —'ii to the knee was one solid scale fide a ;iah. The irritation was always v ?>rae at night and would not allow to #1 "j«. or my wife cither, and it * -s tely undermining our t-f e.’th I fc>st fifty pounds in weight r-'-d »:* almost v. t of my mind with I t. a?. 1 ehagrta ns no matter where the irritation came, at work, on the nr in the presence of company, I »c \i ! in' to scratch it until I had th** 1 t d running dow. into my shoe. ! .. . ty cannot de.cnbc my suffer l-S d :t-g tfcc .e seven years. The I a. : certification, loss of sleep, loth to elf and wife e simply indescrib ' i.o paper and one has to expe ii' t.i it to know vhat it is. "I ' i . Ii kit.iis of doctors and rem cZl ! 1 might as fell have thrown i ly a • aey to* t. a sewer. They would dry i.p for a iittle while and fill me with fcij*- -nly to break out a~ iin just as bad if not worse. I had given up ho;*- of ever b* ng cured when I was ire'. 11 -J ly try wife to give the Cutl et ra Remedies a trial. After taking tt- Cuiltura Kemedies for a little while I began to see a change, and after tak mg a dozen bottles of Cuti cura Itc-ivolvc nt, in conjunction with the Cuticura Soap and Cuticura Oint t. • ft. iL'- trouble had entirely disap I rir *d and my leg was as fine as the dry I was born Now after a lapse of months v. th no signs of a recur 1 f"-el jcerfect 1 v safe in extend ing to you iny heartfelt thanks for the r*d the Cuticura Itcmedies have done for me I shall siways recommend them to ray frie nds. W H. White, 3:2 E. ( bet St.. Philadelphia, Pa.f Feb. 4 and Apr. 13. 1909.” POOR CHOLLY. (holly—!s your sister in. my boy? ‘Villi—Jjrt give me your card, and 111 go and see if you’re de guy she told me to til! dat she was out. RCCKY BOY INDIAN LANDS OPEN FOR SETTLEMENT. fi -retary Ha!linger has issued In st.-. tuns to thtow open 1,400,000 •i:<- of land in Hastern Montana to uklte settlers. Thu land v as withdrawn about two years ago lor the purpose of allotting to the Rocky Hoy Indians. The tract eontains the very choicest lands in j Xa'Py County and wherever farming hurt been carried on. it has produced yields of from 20 to 30 bushels of wh .u per acre. 40 to “0 bushels of oats and large crops of hay, alfalfa and vegetables. There are over 8.000 160-acre home steads in this tract, which is con sid< ruble more than the comfit! ed total in the Flathead. Spokane and Coeur d'Alene Reservations, which were opened to settlement last summer. It is ea r for tnen to get on flnan- '■ rrally than it is for women to get off a 1 car forward. OKLV OXK "IIKIIMII «U 1MNF." Tt»»* •* LAtATiVK HK< Vt»y| IM N K. Loti for ■ U» »n.»it re . t I W . i.UtAi | « i tti« Worlti j c-lrf l«l brrs( eld tU<«t I ttf. 25*’. A large tnaerilance transforms a skinny girl ia«o a slender one. 1 Oi i n Tin For! hrn.Lrr I’aelvage. fake nu ►ubMitcte. The mr « t ng is the eas -u it is to get alone without it. Bbonchial Troches ImcanC t wim 5m Tt.mat. Hornssa and -~liAl UacacaDad tar ciar.-i* Cha voic*. i Inb apim «r acne nr hairofef IVk. 29 oak, 90 trcU r-A *».00 per Iw*. ;OHN L 13COTN Sr SON. Barter.. Mar BY Merxdzth Nicholson ILL L/dTRA T/O/YcS 3Y /PAY WALT FA3 ccw,;ht /90/ ov &C3SS -nspf/iu. ca SYNOPSIS. V Patricia Holbrook and Miss Helen H her niece, were entrusted to tlie rar- of I-aurance Donovan, a writer, summering near Port Annandale. Miss Pair:*- a confided to Donovan that she feared her brother Henry, who. ruined by a hank failure had constantly threatened her Donovan discovered and captured ar. Intr ider. who proved to he Reginald Gillespie, suitor for the hand of Helen. Donovan saw Miss Holbrook and her fa ther meet on friendly terms. Donovan fought an Italian assassin. He met the man he supposed was Holbrook, but who said he was Hartridge, a canoe-maker. Miss Pat announced her Intention of fighting Henry Holbrook and not seeking another hiding place. Donovan met Helen In garden at night- Duplicity of Helen waa confessed by the young lady. At night, disguised as a nun. Helen stole from the house she met Reginald Gil lespie. who toll her his love. Gillespie was confronted by Donovan. At the town posto.ftice Helen, unseen except by Dono van. slipped a draft for her father into the hard of the Italian sailor. A young lady resembling M.ss Helen Holbrook was observed alone in a canoe, when Helen v as thought to have been at home. Gillespie admitted giving Helen 120.000 for her father, who had then left to spend It. M ss I-Vlen aod Donovan met in the night. She told him Gillespie was nothing to l:er. He confessed his love for her. D>.runan found Gillespie gagged and bound in a cabin, inhabited by the vil lainous Italian and Holbrook. He released him. Both Giilespie and Donovan ad mitted love for Helen. Calling hers< If U :: in: a “voire" uppealtd to Donovan for help. She t• Id him to go to the canoe n.ok, rs home and see that no Injury be tell him. He went to R* d Gate. CHAPTER XVI—Continued. They crossed the dock and entered the boat-maker's shop, and I crept down where I could peer in at an open port hole. The men remained at the > farther end of the house—it was, 1 j should say. about 100 feet long—j which, without formal division, was j lilted as a sitting room, with a piano in one corner, atid a long settle against the wall. In the center was a table l'ttered with books and peri odicals; a.id a woman's sewing basket, interwoven with bright ribbons, gave a domestic touch to the place. On the inner wall hung a pair of foils and masks. Pictures from illustrated jour nals — striking heads or outdoor scenes—were pinned here and there. The new-comer stared about, twirling a Tweed cap nervously in his hands, while Holbrook carefully extinguished the lantern and put it aside. His vis itor was about 50. taller than lie, and swarthy, with a grayish mustache, and hair white at the temples. His eyes were large and dark, but even with the length of the room between us i marked their restlessness; and now thni he spoke it was in a succession of quick rushes of words that were difficult to follow. Holbrcok pushed a chair toward the stranger and they faced each other for i moment, then with a shrug of his shoulders the old man sat down. Hol brook was in white flannels, with a blue scarf knotted in his shirt collar. He dropped into a big wicker chair, crossed his legs and folded his arms. “Well," he said in a wholly agree able tone, “you wanted to see me, and here I am.” “You are well hidden,” said the other, still gazing about. “I imagine I am, from the fact that It has taken you seven years to find me.” "I haven't been looking for you seven years," replied the stranger, ' hastily; and his eyes agatn roamed the room. The men seemed reluctant to ap proach the business that lay between them, and Hclbrook wore an air of in difference, as though the impending in terview (lid not concern him particu larly. The eyes of the older man fell upon the beribboned work-basket. He nodded toward it, his eyes lighting un pica antly. ' There seems to be a woman,” he remarked with a sneer of implica tion. "Yes." replied Holbrook, calmly, "there is; that belongs to my daugh ter.” "Where is she?” demanded the oth r. glancing anxiously about. "In bed. I fancy. You need have no fear of her.” Silence fell upon them again. Their affairs were difficult, and Holbrook, waiting patiently for the other to broach bis errand, drew out his to bacco pound) and pipe and began to smoke. "Patricia is here and Helen is with her.” said the visitor. "Yes. we are ail here, it seems,” re marked Holbrook, dryly. “It's a nice family gathering." •'1 suppose you haven't seen them?" demanded the visitor. "Yes and no. I have no wish to meet •hem; but I’ve had several narrow scapes. They have cut me off from my walks; but 1 shall leave here -hortly'’ "Yes, you are going, you are go ing—” began the visitor, eagerly. ' I am going, but not until after you have gone," said Holbrook. “By some -t range fate we are all here, and it is best for certain things to be settled before we separate again. I have tried to keep out of your way; 1 have sunk my identity; I have relinquished the tilings of life that men hold dear— honor, friends, ambition, and now you and 1 have got to have a settle ment” 1 You seem rather sure of yourself,” sneered the older, turning uneasily in his chair. I am altogether sure of myself. I have been a fool, but I see the error of my ways and I propose to settle matters with you now and here. You have got to drop your game of annoy ing Patricia; you've got to stop using your own daughter as a spy—” “You lie. you lie!” roared the other, leaping to his feet. “You cannot in sinuate that my daughter is not act ing honorably toward Patricia." My mind had slowly begun to grasp the situation and to identify the men before me. Holbrook, alias Hartridge, Pointed Full at His Brother’s Back. tlio boat-maker of the Tippecanoe, was not Henry Holbrook, but Henry's brother. Arthur! and I sought at once to recollect what 1 knew of him. An instant before I had half turned to go, ashamed of eavesdropping upon matters that did not concern me: but the Voice that had sent me held to the window. It was some such meet ing as this that Helen must have feared when she sent me to the house boat, and everything else must await the issue of this meeting. “You had better sit down. Henry.” said Arthur Holbrook, quietly. "And I suggest that you make less noise. This is a lonely place, but there are human beings within a hundred miles.” Henry Hoibrook paced the floor a moment and then flung himself into a chair again, but he bent forward angrily, nervously beating his hands together. Arthur went on speaking, his voice shaking with passion. “I want to say to you that you have deteriorated until you are a common damned blackguard. Henry Holbrook! You are a blackguard and a gambler. And you have made murderous at tempts on the life of your sister; you drove her from Stamford and you tried to smash her boat out here in the lake. I saw the whole transaction that afternoon, and understood it all —how you hung off there in the Stilet to and sent that beast to do your dirty work. “I didn't follow her here; I didn't follow her here!” raged the other. ‘‘No; but you watched and waited until you traced me here. You were not satisfied with what I had done for you. You wanted to kill me before I could tell Pat the truth: and if it hadn't been for that man Donovan your assassin would have stabbed me at my door.” Arthur Holbrook rose and flung down his pipe so that the coals leaped from it. “But it’s all over now—this long exile of mine, this pur suit of Pat, this hideous use of your daughter to pluck your chestnuts from the fire. By God, you’ve got to Quit— you’ve got to go!” “But I want my money—I want my money!” roared Henry, as though in sisting upon a right; but Arthur ig nored him, and went on. “You were the one who was strong: and great things were expected of you, to add to the traditions of family honor; but our name is only men tioned with a sneer where men re member it at all. You were spoiled and pampered; you have never from your early boyhood had a thought that was not for yourself alone. You were always envious and jealous of any body that came near you, and not least of me; and when I saved you, when I gave you your chance to becon*i a man at last, to regain the respect ^ou had flung away so shamefully, you did not realize it, you could not realize it; you took it as a matter of course, as though I had handed you a cigar. I ask you now, here in this place, where 1 am known and respected—I ask you here, where I have toiled with my hands, whether you forget why I am here?” “I must have my money; Patricia must make the division,” replied Hen ry, doggedly. “Certainly! Certainly! 1 devoutly hope she will give it to you; you need fear no interference from me. The sooner you get it and fling it away the better. Patricia has been animated by the best motives in withholding it; she regarded it as a sacred trust to ad minister for your own good, but now I want you to have your money.” “If I can have my share, if you will persuade her to give it. I will pay you all I owe you—” Henry began, eagerly. "What you owe me—what you owe me!” and Arthur bent toward his brother and laughed—a laugh that was not good to hear. “You would give me money—money-—you would pay me money for priceless things!” He broke off suddenly, dropping his arms at his sides* helplessly. "There is no use in trying to talk to you: we use a different vocabulary, Henry.” "nut that trouble with Gillespie—if Patricia knew—” "Yes; if she knew the truth! And you never understood, you are incap able of understanding, that it meant something to me to lose my sister out of my life. When Helen died"—and his voice fell and he paused for a mo ment, as a priest falters sometimes, gripped by some phrase in the office that touches hidden depths in his own experience, “then when Helen died there was still Patricia, the noblest sister men ever had; but you robbed me of her—you robbed me of her!” He was deeply moved and, as he controlled himself, he walked to the little table and fingered the ribbons of the work-basket. I haven't those notes, if that's what you're after—I never had them,” he said. "Gillespie kept tight hold of them." ‘ Yes: the vindictive old devil!" ' Men who have been swindled are usually vindictive,” replied Arthur, grimly. "Gillespie is dead. I suppose the executor of his estate has those papers: and the executor is his son.” “The fool. I've never been able to get. anything out of him.” "If he’s a fool it ought to be all the easier to get your pretty playthings away from him. Old Gillespie really acted pretty decently about the whole business. Your daughter may be able to get them away from the boy; he's infatuated with her; he wants to mar ry her, it seems.” “My daughter is not in this matter,” said Henry, coldly, and then anger mas tered him again. "I don’t believe he has them; you have them, and that's why I have followed you here. I'm go ing to Patricia to throw myself on her mercy, and that ghost must not rise up against me. I want them; I have come to get those notes.” I was aroused by a shadow-like touch on my arm, and I knew without seeing who it was that stood beside me. A faint hint as of violets stole upon the air; her breath touched my cheek as she bent close to the little window, and she sighed deeply as in relief at beholding a scene of peace. Arthur Holbrook still stood with bowed head by the table, his back to his brother, and I felt suddenly the girl's hand clutch my wrist. She with her fresher eyes upon the scene saw, before I grasped it, what now occurred. Henry Holbrook had drawn a revolver from his pocket and pointed it full at his brother’s back. We two at the window saw the weapon flash menac ingly; but suddenly Arthur Holbrook flung round as his brother cried: "I think you are lying to me, and I want those notes—I want those notes, I want them now! You must have them, and I can’t go to Patricia until I know they're safe.” He advanced several steps and his manner grew confident as he saw that he held the situation in his own grasp. I would have rushed in upon them but the girl held me back. “Wait! Wait!” she whispered. Arthur thrust his hands into the side pockets of his flannel jacket and nodded his head once or twice. “Why don’t you shoot, Henry?” “I want those notes,” said Henry Holbrook. “You lied to me about them. They were to have been de stroyed. I want them now, to-night.” “If you shoot me you will undoubt edly get them much easier,” said Ar thur; and he lounged away toward the wall, half turning his back, while the point of the pistol followed him. "But the fact is, I never had them; Gilles- i pie kept them.” Threats cool quickly, and I really had not much fear that Henry Hol brook meant to kill his brother; and Arthur’s indifference to his danger was having its disconcerting effect on Henry. The pistol barrel wavered; but Henry steadied himself and his clutch tightened on the butt. 1 again turned toward the door, but the girl's hand held me back. “Wait,” she whispered again. “That ! man is a coward. He will not shoot.” j The canoe-maker had been calmly | talking, discussing the disagreeable consequences of murder in a tone of half-banter, and he now stood directly under the foils. Then in a flash he snatched one of them, flung it up with an accustomed hand, and snapped it across his brother's knuckles. At the window we heard the slim steel hiss through the air, followed by the rattle of the revolver as it struck the ground. i ne canoe-maser s loot was on it in stantly; he still held the foil. "Henry,” he said in the tone of one rebuking a child, “you are bad enough, but I do not intend that you shall be a murderer. And now I want you to 1 go; I will not treat with you; I want nothing more to do with you! I re peat that I haven't got the notes.” He pointed to the door with the foil. The blood surged angrily in his face; but his voice was in complete control as he went on. "Your visit has awakened me to a sense of neglected duty, Henry. I have allowed you to persecute our sis- ■ ter without raising a hand! I have no other business now but to protect her. ' Go back to your stupid sailor and tell him that if I catch him in any mis chief on the lake or here I shall cer tainly kill him." I lost any further words that passed between them, as Henry, crazily j threatening, wrnlked out upon the deck j to his boat; then from the creek came the threshing of oty-s that died away in a moment. When I gazed into the room again Arthur Holbrook was blowing out the lights. "I am grateful; I am so grateful," faltered the girl's voice; “but you must not be seen here. Please go now!” I had taken her hands, feeling i that I was about to lose her; but she ! freed them and stood away from me in | the shadow. “We are going away—we must leave here.' I can never see you again,” she whispered. In the starlight she was Helen, by every test my senses could make; but by something deeper I knew that she was not the girl I had seen in the window at St. Agatha's. She was more dependent, less confident and poised; she stifled a sob and came close. Through the window I saw Ar thur Holbrook climbing up to blow out the last light. "I could have watched myself, but ! I was afraid that sailor might come; | and it was he that fired at you in the road. He had gone to Glenarm to watch you and keep you away from here. Uncle Henry came back to-day and sent word that he wanted to see my father, and I asked you to come to help us.” "1 thank you for that.” “And there was another man—a stranger, back there near the road; 1 could not make him out, but you will be careful—please! You must think very ill of me for bringing you into all this danger and trouble." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Loafer, But Had Real Tact Delicate Situation That Was Handled in Masterly Manner. "Talking about tact,” said a woman who is just verging on middle age, "I never saw anyone get out of a difficult situation more deftly than did a man I met at a blacksmith shop in a New England village I was driv ing through last summer. I was alone in the lanes with my friend, the horse, when I noticed that he limped a bit. so when we reached the next village I stopped at the door of the blacksmith shop. A man w'as hold ing up the doorpost and to him I said: “ 'Will you please tell the black smith to come out? I want to see him.’ "After the manner of the village loafer, he did not stir, but smiled sweetly at me, and lifting up his voice cried: “Bill, come out! There's a lady wants to see you. If “From the depths ot the blacksmith shop a voice roared: “‘Is she young, John, or cld?' “In the words of an old poem, I looked at John and John looked at me. Then, still without moving, he called: “ You’ll be satisfied. Bill, when you get out.’ ” Active Humane Officer. Police Constable H. Coles, stationed at Ealing, London, holds the record among humane officers, having recent ly brought his nine-hundredth case of cruelty to horses before the Brentford bench. Fines amounting to more than $10,000 have been imposed on drivers in these cases. Britain Had Lion’s Share of Trade. In 1907 Great Britain furnished 30, 000 bicycles to Japan, and in addition $270,000 worth of parts, while the 1'ni ted States furnished 3,218 bicycles and $178,000 worth of parts. NEBRASKA HAPPENINGS, State Newc and Notes in Condensed Form. The associated Ad clubs of America will bold their national convention this rear in Omaha, July 11 to 15 in clusive. Thursday a freight engine attached 10 a south bound extra freight train on the Missouri Pacific railway, went ‘hrough a bridge two miles north of Tulian. All of the train crew escaped injury, save the fireman and engineer, who both received slight injuries. Two boys of Albert Torev, near Ox ford, were mixed up in an alterca tion regarding a pipe. The younger boy, about eighteen years of age, shot his older brother. The bul’et entering the nostril. The boy who did the shooting escaped, but has since been captured. The injured boy will live. C. Towe-s, fireman on engine Xo. 118 of the Rock Island, was instantly killed In the South Omaha yards. He went out on the back of the tender to attend the water spout and in some way the spout knocked h’’m off upon the tracks, where the engine hacked up and ran over his body. He died in stantly. He lived in Council Bluffs and had relatives In the east. The mangled body of Stephen O’Connor, twenty-two years of age, a switch tender employed by the Union Pacific, was found lying near the cut off back of the Krug brewery In Om aha at 6 o’clock Thursday morning. So far as it is known there were no witnesses to h’s death. The body was 1 found by James Finch, a railway worker, who notified the office of Willis Crosby, coroner. Fire destroyed a $3,000 barn, erected by William Ileler west of Murdock last summer. A three-year-old child played with matches and caused the fire. By hard work of the neighbors ♦he house and also that of August j Heulke, a neighbor across the road, were saved. T he barn was insured for $1,200. The contents, including twen ty tous of hay and S00 bushels cf oats, were a total loss, but the live stock was saved. Fremont men who have been watch ing the interurban situation declare they believe the Burlington railroad company is behind the move. E. L. j Whitcomb, one of the directors of the company, has been doing extensive ! work fcr the Burlington. That is ta ken a sone reason for the belief. That the Burlington four years ago made a survey for a railroad over precisely ; the route picked out by the interurban 1 promoters is another. The Burlington i it is said, is offering no opposition to the scheme while the TTninn P.arifi and Northwestern are fighting it. “'Double the acreage of alfalfa In Custer county during the year 1910,” is the slogan of the commercial club of Broken Bow, and at the first meet ing of the executive committee a spe- | clal “alfalfa” committee consisting of Messrs. Caldwell, Bruce, Eastham, Mullins and Bowman, was appointed to boost this idea and keep it before the people for the coming year. Other committees were appointed on photo graphy, sewers, city ball, literature, i membership, free express delivery, federal building railroads .north and south and good roads. The committee an l'terature is authorized to publish descriptive pamphlets of Broken Bow ard Custer county for general distri bution. Between 2 and 3 o’clock Thursday morning four or five men forced an j ?ntrance into the front door of the Bank of Memphis, and blew the door aff of the safe and escaped with about $2,600 in cash, part of which was gold, : silver coin and currency. Charles Deck, residing east of the bank, heard the explosions, five in number, nitro-gly cerine being used, but was unable to give warning to anyone else, as two of the robbers covered him with re volvers. Before beginning the job the men broke into the two elevators and took several grain doors and also se cured barrels from the stores and used them for barricades. Tools from the Burlington section tool house were also taken to effect an entrance into the bank. The bank safe was totally wrecked and the fixtures were badly damaged by the concussion. The electric light proposition has at ; last been solved. a"d !t is safe to say ; that In a few months Broken Bow will have a thoroughly up to date plant in good working order, a franchise hav ing been granted to Edgar P. Steen and Charles C. Gibson, both of Crip ple Creek, Col. The franchise stipu ‘ates that they commence construction under ninety days and the plant be j ready to furnish current on the 1st of i September next. A certified check of $500 was given to the city to insure j work within the ninety days and a ' bond of $15,000 was filed to idsmnify against damage during construction, the rate schedule is reasonable and seems to meet with general approba tion. The consumer pays per k lowatt hour for his total consumption. A minimum charge of $1.25 per month will be made against all consumers ■■•onnected and a discount of 10 per cent will be allowed on all meter O ils in excess of the minimum if paid on or before the 10th of the month that In which service was rendered. The Omaha water company has a gang of men at work putting in wire matting about two m'les above the Florence pumping station, on the Missouri river. About 1,000 yards of matting will be placed this year. This is a continuation of work which the company does every year, in an en deavor to protect the river hank in the vicinity of Pigeon Creek. There is always some danger, considered re mote, however, that the river will cut aver a section of ground in a bend at that point, shoot south through anew channel and leave the pumping station some distance behind. Three hundred dollars in premiums are offered for exhibits at the second annual farmers’ institute of WTieeler county, which is to be held at Bart lett, February 2S and March 1. An ex hibit is expected that will astonish some who have always placed Wheeler county in the “grazing” belt exclu sively. Rev. D. C. Pattee, rector of St. Stephen’s Episcopal church at Ash 'and, and who also held services at Yahoo, has resigned. 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Pruger, who from his triumph at the Savoy hotel in London has come to New York to conduct a very fashionable restaurant, was compli mented by a reporter on his perfect English. “Well," said Mons, Pruger, smiling, “my English is, perhaps, better than that of the Marquis X., who supped here after the opera the other evening. “Our fine supper rooms looked very gay and fine, diamonds flashed, pale fabrics shimmered, and everywhere, turn where it would, the eye rested on dimpled, snowy shoulders shining like satin above decollete bodices of ParlB gowns. “These decollete bodices impressed the Marquis X. He waved his hand and said: “‘I 'ave know’d parfaitement that the American young ladies was beau tiful, but ah—I cannot say how far more beautiful they seem in their night dresses.”—N. Y. Press. Iron. Pure iron is only a laboratory prepa ration. Cast iron, the most generally useful variety, contains about five per cent, of impurities, and the curious thing is that it owes its special value to the presence of these. Pure iron can be shaved with a pocket knife; impure iron can be made almost as hard as steel. CLEAR-HEADED Head Bookkeeper Must be Reliabi*. The chief bookkeeper in a large busi ness house in one of our great West ern cities speaks of the harm coffee did for him: "My wife and I drank our first cup 3f Postum a little over two years ago, ind wc have used it ever since, to the entire exclusion of tea and coffee. It iappened in this way: “About three and a half years ago [ had an attack of pneumonia, which eit a memento in the shape of dyspep sia, or rather, to speak more correctly, leuralgia o' the stomach. My ‘cup of ’beer’ had always been coffee or tea, rat I became convinced, after a time, hat they aggravated my stomach trou ble. I happened to mention the mat :er to my grocer one day and he sug gested that I give Postum a trial. “Next day it came, but the cook mails :he mistake of not boiling it sufficient ly, and we did not like it much. This *’as, however, soon remedied, and now ive like it so much that we will never change, back. Postum, being a food Beverage instead of a drug, has been :he means of curing my stomach trou ble, I verily believe, for I am a well nan today and Lave used no other remedy. “My work as chief bookkeeper in our "o.’s branch house here Is of a very rontining nature. During ray coffee IrinUng days I was subject to nerv jusness and ‘the blues’ in addition to ny sick spells. These have left me since I began using Postum and I can ronscientiously recommend it to those ivhose work confines them to long lours of severe mental exertion.” “There’s a Reason.” Look in pkgs. for the little book, ‘The Road to Wellville.” Ever rend the above A ne?r '«(* r.-ippnrs from time to time. 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