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He would go to ft* councilor's Har i*« tar* fiatde4 Nottat.u-l turned In tt. diraftMi of the tt.au. avoid is* the 1 Vise t< tie ;-a*h *bleb Le and Ob*- ‘ dJak h*a lakea but folio*:t-« is the, far*at sear inn |k to «. as * | *•—de He a as tatfatl that Arbor ■Crash# aad hi* sheriff* acre confining t:t*-tr man kis: to tfc. miny. but in •I'lto id this Is iW he eaerrised ei treen usti * #'.< to llaien now > amt tie*., ar.i. • Land klaay* sear I kM yilsfei A quirt slssiut filled tbe ' Incest mad by tbe tre* top* be narked tbe c b« doaa d the sun. Satt-ar el's ears ached alth their strata <d llsten »4 far the ruiebltac r«ar that would tedl Of Caary a attack tm St Janet Swddesby he heard a rrarklinc :a the tsbdrrbrasi ahead at hltn. a p»und that *»■*» tid Iron. tb« ctrais at UsttxiBji lor tie raatldiag ruar ar.d in a mo ***** be had dud* d into tobceahiKBt tA the base tout a of as overturned tree drawn ;.*•.«! ta hand Whatever ohjert was apfirua. h s* came slowly, as a he.- ■ sited »« each step—a can tew*, stealthy advance. It strwck Sa- j I hat-tel, as he ns. ked hi* weapon. LH- , rectir it Iruet at him. naif a stone's throw away, was a dense growth of j Las** aad he could are tbe tops of * It* b*trttf hushes awayitsc Twice t-i» BkSWement ceased aad tbe second taw then came a rrashwc at bruah and a faint cry. For many minutes after that there was abio’ote silence, teas tt the cry of an an.mal that be had beard—or of a m»aT 13 either case the erectUf» who made tt had fail** is the thicket and was lying there as still as if dead For a quar ter of an .boor Nathaniel waited and j listened He could tto iuL(rr have Seen fie H.ot • meat of boles in the Catherine meat *k.-.a of tbe forest but bis ear* were #rmined to catch \ the sHcbto-Td .'tjnd from tbe <i:rect;oa j of the n-vsteriuj* ib.u* that Uy wttb tc less ties a dor- a rods of J its. < tUmmif b*1 drew bltusril out from the , shalter of the rorts and admaewd step . by step Hail way to tbe lticket a ao- k era. . 1 loudly under his foot and as the sound stank-d tbe dead quirt of the forest with pistol-shot 1 clearness there cam another cry from the firtif baacl. a cry which vu tram ■ mac u3::.iSi but uf a went**. and Mils as tutnrl&t, SKadhsstot sprang forward to1 Soar-, there ia Ik* edg* ot TLe thicket Ike white face aad oual retched anni at Ibrwa Tt- girl rat swaying on leg fee"- la keg fare there was a tw Bar tie! evct ia. bis iLetuat t glance teat a rL.!l cf t-orror through the man tad aw she staggered toward ua. half falUag. her Up* weakly 'orating hit aatt- Nathan..! leaped to tier and caught .her dam la hlw anna, la that oxen, ul someth.tg seemed to bars'. wKt.lt him and ftuud hiw veins With Ere- Closer he he id the girl, and wearier or lavs that rise was becuta ttg is his arms Her head was upon bis breast, ha face was crushed ia ber hair, be felt her throbbing and breathing wgu.net him and his Ufa gwivered *Kh the words that were aarwhag tor freed es ta his aoal. Hut hrst these came 'be girl's own whis pered hseath—~XeH—where Is XeilT" “He is guoe—gone from the island!” She bad heeotng a dead weight now sad as he kaeJl •« the ground with her. her head still open his breast, be.- eyes closed, ber arms fallen to ber side. Aad as Nathaniel looked lata ber taco from which all life seemed la hare Bed he fo.got every th tag but the Joy of this moment — fergot all la U* but this woman again't kis breast He kissed ker soft ■month aad the closed eyes until the eyes thew s rive* opened again and gated at him a a startled, hall under standing way. aat.il he drew kis head lar bach with tke shame erf what he had dated to do Earning ta kis face. Aad as tor watcher mom eat he held bar thus feeing the Qtthertttg life re turning ia her. there came to L.m through that tag fewest stillness (ke th~-■»' geep-iused thunder at a great “That * Ca**ybe whispered close down to tke girt » tare. His voice * as ■ Inn net sobbing la its happtaess. -Thai s Casey—Bring on St James! ~ CHAPTER VII. Tbs Hswr at Venjear.c*. Por pwbnps I# ssctwi ds after tbs against bis breast, a g.ntle resistance of Marion's half conscious form, and when si .■ had awakened from her par tial swoon be was holding her in the cn-uk of his arm. It had all passed quickly, the girl had rested against him only so long as he might have h. id a dozen breaths and yet there had 1h .-a all of a lifetime in it lor Nathan:. 1 Plum, a cycle of joy that he kto-w would remain with him for ever. Pat th> re was something bitter sweet in the thought that she was con scious of w hat he had done, something »f humiliation as well as gladness, aid *t:.l not enough of the lirst to make him regret that he had kissed ■ ~r. teat be had kisseei her mouth and her ey. se. lie loved her. and he was clad that la those passing moments had betrayed himself. Per the first time be noticed that her face was scratched and that the sle. ves of her thin waist were te.rn to shreds; and as si.* dre w away from him, steadying h» r»e If »ith a hand on h-s arm. his hj»s w.-re parched of words, and yet he !• at. J to her cap rlv. everything tint he would Lave said burning in the love of his eyes. Still irresolute It. ter f..!T.tr,ess the girl smiled at him. and In that smile there was gen tle accusation, the* sweetness of for F \ • sS .cl : ' • s c ititude, and it was yet light enough for him to see that with these- th. re had come also a flush into her cheeks and a daz zling glow Into her eyes. N«IS has eacapsed 1'' she bre athed. " And you—" '! was going back to you. Marion!" !'-• spoke the w rds hardly above a whisper The beautiful eyes se* close to him drew his secret from hint be '»>r« he had thought. "I am going to take you from the island!” With h;s word tl. -re came again that f >und of a great gun rolling from • direct l< n of ,~t. James. With a fr.gh'.n.-d cry th girl staggered to her f. et, and as she* stood swaying un -t. udily. her arms half reached to ! tit. Nathaniel s w- einly mortal dread in th<- whiteness of her face. "Why d;dn't yen go? Why didn't you go w’h Neil?" -he moaned. Her “So Casey Is taken!" lie spoke slowly, as If he had not heard her last words. For a moment he stood silent, and as silently the girl stood and watched him. She guessed th* despair that was raging in his heart, but when he spoke to her she could detect none of it in his voice. “Casey is a fool," he said, uncon sciously repeating Obadiah’s words. “Marion, will you come with me? Will you leave the island—and join your I brother?" The hope that had risen in his heart was crushed as Marion drewT farther 1 away from him. “You must go alone," she replied. ' With a powerful effort she steadied her voice. “Tell Neil that he has been condemned to death. Tell him that—if he loves me—he will not re turn to the Island.” “And I?” From the distance she saw his j arms stretched like shadows toward I her. “And you—" Her voice was low, so low that he j could hardly hear the words she spoke, j but its sweetness thrilled him. “And you—if you love me—will do this thing for me. Go to Neil. Save his life for me!” She had come to him through the gloom, and in the luster ot the eyes that were turned up to him Nathaniel : saw again the power that swayed his 1 | soul. “You will go?" “1 will save your brother—if I can!” j "You can—you can—” she breathed. ! In an ecstasy of gratitude she seized one of his hands in both of her own. “You can save him!” “For you—I will try.” “For me—” She w as so close that he could feel tlie throbbing of her bosom. Sudden- ; ly he lifted his free hand and i brushed back the thick hair from her brow and turned her face until what dim light there still remained of the | day glowed in the beauty of her eyes. "I will keep him from the island if I can," he said, looking deep into them, 'and as there is a God in heaven 1 swear that you—” “What?" she urged, as he hesitated. “That you shall not marry Strang!” he finished. A cry welled up In the girl's throat. Was it of gladness? Was it of hope? She sprang back a pace from Nathan iel and with clenched hands waited breathlessly, as if she expected him to say more. “No—no—you cannot save me from Strang! Now—you must go!" She retreated slowly in the direc "I Am Going to Take You From the Island.” ’•r*uth was ccmlrg in sobbing cxcite m» t "Your shij. is—at—St. James!” V- s. mjr ship is at St. James, Ma r tT” His voice was tremulous with t .mph. with gladness, with a ten derm .•> which he could not control. H- j -t an arm half round her waist *•» support !..-r trembling form and -to Joy she did not move away from tom. His hand was buried in the rU hc- ss of her loose hair. He bent until his lips touched her silken tro-s. s. "Neil has told me everything —ai»o-jt you." he added softly. “My ! p is bombarding St. James, and I am going to take you from the is land!” Not until tfc n did Marion free her s< If from 1j: - arm and then so gently that w h-n the stood facing him he felt no reproof. No longer did shame * ad a flush into his face. He had spoken big love, though not In words, and he knew that the girl understood him. It did not occur to him in these moment* that he had known this girl '■ r only a few hours, that until now a word had never passed between them, i He was conscious only that he had loved her from the time he saw her through the king's window, that he had risked his life for her, and that she knew why he had leaped into the arena at the whipping post The words she spoke now came like a dash of cold water ia his face. "Your ship is not bombarding St James, Captain Plum!" she exclaimed. Darkness hid the terror in her face, hut he could bear the tremble of it in her voice. “The Typhoon has been captured by the Mormons and those guns are—guns of triumph—and doc—" She caught her breath in a convulsive sob. "I want you to go— 1 want you to go—with Nell!” she pleaded. tion of the path. In an instant Na thaniel was at. her side. “I anj going to see you safely back to St. James.” he declared. "Then 1 will go to your brother.” She barred his Way defiantly. "You cannot go!” "Why?” "Because—” He caught the frighten ed flutter of her voice again. "Be cause—they will kill you!" The low laugh that he breathed In her hair was more of joy than fear. “I am glad you care—Marion.” He spoke her name with faltering tender ness, and led her out into the path. "You must go,” she still persisted. "With you—yes,” he answered. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Why Doctors Bear Charmed Lives. The reason doctors do not catch dis ease is because they never think about it. They very seldom take any pre cautions to secure this amazing im munity, beyond, perhaps, a cold sponge bath regularly, smoking, a pinch of snuff, gargling the throat with some well-known disinfectant, or washing their hands in an anseptic solution be fore and after attending to a patient A doctor may carry disease from one house to another without contracting it himself. An army surgeon had to cope single-handed with a terrible out break of cholera. When the rush was over, the medical man, absolutely ex hausted sank onto a bed which a short time previously had been occupied by a bad cholera case and slept for 43 hours. Yet he did not contract the com plaint, although he had taken no pre ventive measures. He simply didn't think about iL And that is the whole secret. TRAGEDY IS LINKED WITH NAME OF SHARON REPERICK FERMOR HESKETH, lieutenant Ninth Lancers, British army, on seven Jays' leave, stood on the pier at Queenstown, Ire land, the other day in tweeds from his turned up trousers to his fore and aft cap. twirling a cane on his fingers and whistling a regimental ditty. The nest day he was lost to the world. He disappeared the way a shadow van ishes when the sun hides behind a cloud, leaving no answer to the ques tion where. They pressed official but tons In the British war office and Scotland Yard, and an alarm for the missing officer went to all parts of the world. At the end of 30 days the mys tery mark was placed opposite his name in the army records. Thus, in 1910. another tragedy is linked with the name of Sharon, or. as they phrase It out in the Pacific coast, with the long-dead argonaut's money bags. says a writer in the New York World. Stretching wide the list to take in all who had a part in the de veloping situations of the Sharon drama, there are disclosed no less than four murders, three suicides and two disappearances. Lieutenant Hesketh, in the latter classification, was Sha ron's grandson. William Sharon was one of the Gold Hills pioneers. In mere money get ting he lived under the star called Luck, which, by the bye, is not chart ed by astronomers, but shines in the financial heavens for the few with the brilliancy of a harvest moon. Sharon stepped out of cowhide boots into pat ent leathers; from a mountain shack to a city mansion. His few mean two bit coins in a greasy bag grew into a fortune which clogged bank vaults. Having munched the dry loaf of grub stake poverty, he put millions into a hotel which he called Palace, as a monument to full stomachs and riches. His overnight fortune came from the Crown Point and Belcher mines in Ne vada. He became a senator from that state. And then, having lived a life made up of healthy, hard knocks in its earlier stages and the overease of op ulence in the gray-bearded half, he was borne to the waiting mausoleum. The wealth he left behind made a ypramid of millions, and likewise a pyramid of trouble. There were outstretched hands for every dollar In the pile—and the money-bag tragedies began. naision s ratnetic Death. William C. Ralston, who had often shared the output of his battered cof fee-pot with Sharon in his roughshod days and later sat with him on sofa cushions in the directors' room of the Bank of California, had already start ed the list. When the financial pinch caught the bank and frightened Fris co didn't know whether its money was good, bad or indifferent. Ralston ac cused Sharon, and then took his own life. It was a polite tragedy. While the crowd was pounding at the closed Iron doors of the bank, Ralston, at his mansion in Belmont, across the bay, slipped into his carriage and drove to the swimming beach, as was his cus tom. The coachman, sitting with loose reins in hand, saw the banker wade out waist, shoulder, neck deep, and then disappear. The afternoon tide rolled the dead body through the spume upon the sand with the sea drift. Forty days thereafter the Bank of California opened its doors again, but Forty-niners did not forget that the man who had shared his coffee-pot with Sharon had also accused him. Ralston’s son Samuel went to Si beria, where he believed there was an other El Dorado. He failed to find it. returned and killed himself. Two of his friends in the unprofitable venture were murdered; another died with a point of steel between his ribs on the heart side in what they called a duel. Getting back to Sharon, the Forty niner. it should be said here that his life was not always an open book. He had his failings. Some time after the death of Mrs. Sharon, who had lived to see him discard the cowhide boots forever. Senator Sharon was sued by a plump, round-faced woman known to contemporary divorce litigation as Sarah Althea Hill. She entered into the contest for Sharon's money with energy and zeal. For reasons which the distinguished senator very well knew, she said, he had refrained from acknowledging her as his wife. Her counsel was David S. Terry. j Odd how men and matters shaped ! themselves in those days. Terry was | a leader of the southern California | Democrats, who had his trousers made | with ample pistol pockets. He was j elected chief justice of the California ; supreme court, and had served just j long enough to become familiar with 1 the judicial routine when he and Sena tor David C. Broderick, entertaining conflicting imj>ortance. adopted the hair-trigger method of settlement at the prescribed 15 paces. Terry re I signed his judgeship, having regard for ! ethics, and went to the duelling field. I Broderick waited for the second. Ter ; ry split it and fired. Broderick fell I dead. ! Judge Stephen J. Field, who later | became the chief justice of the Su | preme court of the United States, had ! gone to California In its wildest days, ; and had held court at Marysville Camp j with rude dignity on a barrel head, • became chief justice to succeed Terry. ! l,ater Terry pleaded the cause of his . robust client before Field. Sharon j 'lied, but Sarah Althea Hill’s suit lived i on. Terry one day surprised his friends by marrying his client. The | fight to establish his wife's claim to 1 counter. Nearby stood United States Marshal Nagle, who had been as signed to guard the judge as he jour neyed between towns to hold court. Terry stepped behind Field and slapped his face with the back of hi3 hand. Marshal Nagle shot Terry dead. Mrs. Terry saw her husband fall. He was unarmed, but his wife had a knife and a revolver in her handbag. Nagle was tried in Washington and acquit ted. Charles Livingston, who was a pro tege of Sharon's, became manager of the Palace hotel, and in many ways had a hand in the smaller affairs in which Sharon was interested. Liv ingston had boarded at one time with a certain Sarah Mitchell, when the fight to get the Sharon millions was at its height. Miss Mitchell came to the front with a package of mysteri ous letters which she said exposed a plot to cheat Sarah out of her rights in the vast estate. She demanded $50,000 for them, but she didn't get it There was talk of a conspiracy. Liv ingston’s name was mentioned un pleasantly In that connection. One morning he was found dead In his room in the Palace hotel with a pistol shot in his heart. Some called it mur der. The coroner said suicide. Won by Titled Englishman. Society, like the metal dug from the hills, passed through a refining proc ess about this time. Sharon's two daughters grew to womanhood sur rounded by luxury. In Frisco's One Thousand—the Pacific coast's counter part of the Four Hundred on the At lantic—they were easily the most eli gible. One daughter fell in love with Senator Newlands of Nevada and be came his wife. The other, Florence Mily Sharon, gave her heart to a ti tled foreigner. Sir Thomas George Fermor-Hesketh, who, like Sharon, had dug his fortune from mines, al though the Hesketh pick had loosened coal in Lancashire instead of gold in Nevada. Lady Hesketh had two sons, both soldiers. The lieutenant of Lancers who disappeared was the younger. He was twenty-seven years old, a six V. LtF-ur. v ntJKETn J I AD y DDR/*OR -HD3 K£ Ttl the Sharon fortune took on new en ergy. In the meantime Judge Field had been appointed to the United States circuit court, and the woman’s suit was jumped into that tribunal at a time when the supreme court of Cali fornia had decided that there had been a secret marriage between Sarah Althea Hill and Sharon. Justice Field ordered the cancellation of the mar riage contract on the ground of forgery. The woman in the case, in a hurst of rage, rose in court and asked the judge how much he had been paid for his decision. She was immediate ly arrested, charged with contempt. Terry drew a bowie-knife and attempt i ed to prevent the marshal from taking ! His wife into custody. Strong arm work followed. Mrs. Terry spent a month in jail and Terry was behind the bars for six months. David Terry’s Tragic End. Having killed one man. Terry was ! not afraid to threaten another. He said he would take Justice Field’s life. On the way north from Los Angeles, as his court dates took him. Justice Field stepped off at Lathrop on morn ing to breakfast in the station restau rant Terry and his wife coincidently | stepped from a down train at the | same time. Terry saw Field sitting j on a stool at the breast-high resturant [ footer, with dark curly hair, a slight dark mustach and bxue-gray eyes. When he slipped out of his uniform and into his tweeds and boarded the mail steamer for Ireland he left a young wife and a two-months’ old babe behind. He had served in India and was a messmate of Lora Rocksav age, who visited Newport last sum mer. The elder son was until recent ly an officer in the Royal Blues. Ha was married in September a year ago to Florence Breckinridge of San Fran cisco. who is a daughter of Mrs. Fred W. Sharon by a former marriage. Fred Sharon is the late senator's son. Miss Breckinridge’s grandfathers were John C. Breckinridge of Kentucky and Lloyd Trevis, the western millionaire who was for years president of the Wells Fargo company. Miss Breckin ridge was engaged to Doctor Stein of Vienna, famed as a medical specialist throughout Europe. She jilted him to marry her stepfather's nephew. The Palace hotel and hundreds of other pieces of Sharon property were reduced to ashes in the fire which fol lowed the earthquake on the Pacific coast Spread of Education. There were 150.000 children at school in India 60 years ago. There are 4.000,000 now. TELL GOOD STORY ON ELKINS Late Senator’s Struggle With a Razor of the Safety Kind Had Comic Side. | ' The news of the death of United ' States Senator Stephen It. Elkins was a topic of conversation at the Wal- | dorf and the Belmont yesterday, for ! the late senator used to stop at one or the other of these hotels whenever I he came to New York. The last time he was here, about the middle of Au gust, he spent ten days at the Bel mont. On that visit the senator uninten tionally gave the information clerks a lot of trouble. It was his habit upon arriving to impress upon them that he did not wish to see visitors. ’’If anybody asks for me,” he said the last time, “you can just say I am not here.” Then, forgetting that he was j not in the hotel, he would often take ! a seat in the lobby, and of course would be spotted by callers who bad been told at the information desk that the senator was not stopping at the hotel. The clerks would have to ex- j plain to the irate ones that the sena- ; ter had said he was not in, and they i had to take his word for it. The mechanism of a safety razor gave the senator and a house detec tive a bad time one morning. Sena tor Elkins had been invited to take luncheon at noon that day with a prominent citizen whose home is at Oyster Bay. At nine o’clock he tele phoned for the hotel detective to come to his room in a hurry. “Look here,” said the senator when the detective entered. “Somebody has been in this room and removed my safey razor and left this blunder buss in its place.” He held up what appeared to the detective to be a safety razor. “What’s wrong with it?” inquired the detective. “Wrong?” repeated the senator. “Why, man, everything is wrong with it. It won’t shave. Here I’ve got to be at Oyster Bay by noon, and I had calculated on shaving myself in two minutes and attending to some busi ness before catching a train, and now I shall have to take a later one be cause I'll have to go down to the bar ber shop. Why on earth do you sup pose anybody selected my safety razor to steal?" The detective could not answer the question, but took the pieces of steel the senator gave him and promised to see if he could not have something done. In the hall he met one of the assistant managers, to whom £e told the troubles, adding that he could not see how anybody could have got into the room in the first place. The man ager, who shaves himself, looked at what the detective had in his hand and found that Senator Elkins had apparently screwed two pieces of the razor together, leaving out the blade, which he had handed the de tective with the rest of the razor. The manager put the razor together properly and took it to the senator. The latter laughed when his mistake was explained to him and reached the luncheon at Oyster Bay on time.— New York Press. Marriage is a lottery in which ali mony is frequently the prize. Hood’s Sarsaparilla Eradicates scrofula and all other humors, cures all their effects, makes the blood rich and abundant, strengthens all i the vital organs. Take it. Get it today in usual liquid form op ch«> olat 1 tablets called Snrsatabs. Nebraska Directory RUBBER GOODS : by mall at cut prices, herd for free cataloged. MYERS-DiLLON DRUG CO., Omaha, Neb. HIDES and FURS Highest Market Price Paid. Writ** for Price List. BOLLES A ROGERS, 513 S. 13th St.,Or aha WANTED to se.l territorial right* ? r and w.tbin the State of Nftini&kk, protected by l ri patents, h« d t y an oil aril w.*ll known flrou having b* * n In business In the state xur.iS years. Our prot«j*al l s best suitable for s.dewalk men, plasterers or cement «ro»ker% hut technical knowledge is not absolutely necessary. Prices and terms xu-deratc. Address for informa tion to T. XL Box M3, Lincoln. Neb MEALING WITH HIS DRINK. I “See here, my dear sir! Didn’t I tel! you not to drink with your meals?” “But, doctor, be reasonable. I have j to eat some time.” IT IS A MISTAKE Many have the idea that anything will sell if advertised strong enough. This is a great mistake. True, a few sales might be made by advertis ing an absolutely worthless article but it is only the article that Is bought again and again that pays. An example of the big success of a worthy article is the enormous sale that has grown up for Cascarets Candy Cathartic. This wonderful rec ord is the result of great merit suc cessfully made known through per sistent advertising and the mouth-to mouth recommendation given Cas carets by its friends and users. Like all great successes, trade pi rates prey on the unsuspecting pub lic, by marketing fake tablets similar in appearance to Cascarets. Care should always be exercised in pur chasing well advertised goods, espe cially an article that has a national ; sale like Cascarets. Do nut allow a substitute to be palmed off on you. Tne Oldest Klickitat. Jake Hunt, the oldest living Klicki tat Indian known, lies at death’s door at his home adjoining this town east | of here. The old Indian is reputed to j be more than 100 years of age. Years ago an Indian village stood where the Hunt family now carries on a general farming business. All that is left of the old settlement is a little church, a totem pole and numerous | mounds where the Klickitats lie who j could not reach the century mark. Old Take says that this was the Indians’ paradise before the advent of early : white settlers. Jake Hunt is destined not to die a poor Indian. His lands are as rich and productive as any in the valley and command a high price. He is said to have married seven times during his long career, but there will be only a widow and a few children to fall heir i to his valuable property.—Husum Cor respondence Portland Oregonian. _ A Girl’s Way. “But," he complained when she had refused him. “you have given me ev ery reason to believe you cared for me.” “I do care for you. George.” “Then why won’t you be mine?” “I want to let your stuck-up mother and sisters understand that I don't consider you good enough for me.” Army of Telegraphers. The telegraph companies of this country employ about 30,000 persons. This does not include the railroad service. CHEATED FOR YEARS. Prejudice Will Cheat Us Often If We ' Let iL You will be astonished to find bow largely you are influenced in every way by unreasoning prejudice. In many cases you will also find that the prejudice has swindled you, or rather, made you swindle yourself. A case in illustration: “I have been a constant user of Grape-Nuts for nearly three years.” says a correspondent, “and I am hap py to say that I am well pleased with the result of the experiment, for such it has been. “Seeing your advertisement in al most all of the periodicals, for a long time I looked upon It srs a hoax. But after years of suffering with gaseous and bitter eructations from my stom ach. together with more or less loss of appetite and flesh, I concluded to try Grape-Nuts food for a little time and note the result. “I found it delicious, and It was not long till I began to experience the beneficial effects. My stomach re sumed its normal stats, the eructa tions and bitterness ceased and I have gained all my lost weight back. “I am so well satisfied with the result that so long as 1 may live and retain my reason Grape-Nuts shall constitute quite a portion of my dailv food.” 3 Read “The Road to Wellvtlle," in pkgs. “There's a Reason.” Et*t read the above letter? A n,_ oae appeara from time to time tk taTer*;r.' ,nr’ *r"C* a"d ful1 •« ^