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What Was t*-e Good of Regrets? liftssciBDBianiVE awr | JbM/\zs >-Ttrsim>ilotoi3 mural THIDD Dmerc ^CHARLES KLEIN Y y ARTHUR0 HORNBLOW Y ILLUSTRATIONS BY RAY WALTERS CJ9' ■L>'r mO% 9* - +> D** . JrRfci T SYNOPSIS. Howard JMTr «. !*'«•-» n -.-'.or ftp *»i. nlww, "f Bafeart fadrrwawd I a ®* MstuOal at Yal* si* a f- «f ! ■HwPpaa- -a marrtv* •►.» of a pt>*» at** J*-d sb jrrjaot. and 1* dl* n<**d trj : ;a *«•»*• H* -no* t «-t work and fa-a A frrw»- r *>!!*#* rtmm mak-a a fc-<ain»aw bmpcwtllua ti- Howard wbirto frrjtiirae t <4i -aaV and H ’ward ’» Srok' Kwtrrt f*wd*rw<*4 waa sad b*r:i r» r pc Vi H wars: • artf* trst» !r. hi* **:sf. Ur* and *sad on r Wrs rrd**“l t* Ala H ward" a W«t«wothra l aa ajwr"- ram at tip AP rtra. and i» ap* rwrf.'> *n t- -• r-ur»«ta' *a Howard rorwBa a U' <oan t * «4 r» . -V CAT r*cs*-tw -tpaid and dtvtdaw to aak an*, ft* f H «• n* T*— 1* r»d*vwwo<i_ j •ak - A S -» • ' • •••’»» M-1 loCrva *r *•' -m** a aort of aorta! CJW *.>tr» I»p .otuf Ids trip «har artor a* • .--i.*-* :_rr. •(** AUrta for aa a aada fr t Indrawood. traaat *r -A n s> * - d—ld*a » «1 anl n~ fan* H- In a •wanrtal •■ra!t» Art d~» .ran ’ - * ■■m fer Sa# loon arrtnr aa ■ un*s*r. aa*r*r V~.aaf an aranmwt**** H» at- p asan- « -*d Haward a A It at in* Li atod < r-t*d:'.i-n H* asks r--wa *S f«r C •■ -i*l ia i I P» ttar Attar !• at to la a PM ap to Ida ► •••--« Howard dnaSa i it»m*tf ir.tr a maudlin ra.t d.t-t and *-* to *’o*p «" a divan a a. —r a annoanrad ard l od*rw<**i drawn a riwt aro-and ftp drinkan ' <1 r - A la «m S’ - d-tnanda a esr ••* from Eta tint Sr will not fad* Ja<T.--.rA *-a tfcr !*ra r that » o S ic> t*ra>tf rB4»r»o#d r» *_*r» *« HiM o£.f<l •'** «Tlii fWff i-rf paap Mp. CHAPTER VII.—Cpntinodd. ~l don't b«-!ieve you intend to carry ost Tour lire*- 1 should have known from the firm that your ob>ect was to frighten ate The pistol display was tiOt.i -n-»*rical, but It was only a btaff Tot vc no more idea at taking your life ’haa ! have at taking mine I was foolish to come here I might have spared myself the humiliation of •his clandestine Interview. Good tight" She a-at toward the door Under wood »no attempt to follow her la a Bard, strange voice, which he scsrc-ly r-cogalsed as his m. he merely said' Is that all yon have to sayT* -Yes." replied Alicia, as she turned a* the door "Lot it be thoroughly cn detvood that your presence at my hocse is not desired If you force yourself upon m- la any way. you mes* take the consequences." taderwood bowed aad was silent. gb* dlf not see the deathly pallor of his lace Opening the door of the apar't-'ti? which led to the hall, she again famed T-2 me. before I go—you didn't mena what yon said in your letter, did fda*” TB tell yon nothing.'* replied Un geroaod doggedly gb* tosaed her bead scornfully. T don't believe that a man who is award enough to writ* a letter like .st. has the courage to carry out his threat ” fttuSng the letter back into ber bag. ebe added: ~1 should bare thrown It la the waste-paper basket, hat oa second thoughts. 1 think 111 keep »t Goodnight.'• "Oood night." echoed Underwood mocha alcaUr He watched ber go down the long hallway aad disappear la the elevator. Then, shotting the door, be came slowly hack into the room and sat down at his desk For ten minutes he tT« there motionless, his heed bent forward every limb reiaaed There was dee* sflene*. broken only by How art s regular breathing aad the loud rtcktrg of the rtoeb Tt's ail ua.” he muttered to himself TUs ho use barling against the tide The (trudges' swimmer must go under some time I'** piayed my last card fee lost Death is better than ynw,! to JaiL What good is life any way without money’ Just a moment s aerve aad H will all be over " Opralng the drawer in the desk, he mi the revolver again He turned H over ta kls hand aad regarded fear fully the polished surface of the Is strumect that bridged life aad death. He had completely forgotten Howard s pi iieisri ta the room. Oa the thresh old at a terrible deed, his thoughts •ere iMfsn away. Like a man who H drowning, and dose to death, he saw with f rprising distinctness a kaleidoscopic view of his past life. He saw himself an innocent, impulsive hool boy. the pride of a devoted mother, the happy home where he spent his childhood Then came the j--ooiation with bad companions, the first step in'wrongdoing, stealing out of a comrade * pocket in school, the dea'h of his mother, leaving home— wi'h downward progress until he grad illy drifted into his present dishon est way of living What was the good of regrets? He could not recall his mother to life. He could never rehab ilitate himself among decent men and women. The world had suddenly be come too small for him. He must go. and quickly. Fingering the pistol nervously, he sat before ihe mirror and placed it against his temple. The cold steel gave him a sudden shock. He wan dered If it would hurt, and if there would be instant oblivion. The glare of the electric light in the room dis concerted him. It occurred to him •hat it would be easier in the dark. Reaching out his arm. he turned the electric button and the room was im media'ely plunged into darkness, ex <ept for the moonlight which entered through the windows, imparting a ghostly aspect to the scene. On the other side of the room, behind the screen, a red glow from the open fire fell on the sleeping form of Howard Jeffries. Slowly, deliberately. Underwood raised the pistol to his temple and fired. CHAPTER VIII. "Hello! What's that?” Startled out of his Gargantuan slumber by the revolver's loud report. Howard sat up with a Jump and rubbed his eyes On the other side of the screen, concealed from his ob servation. there was a heavy crash of a body falling with a chair—then all was quiet. Scared, not knowing where he was. Howard jumped to bis feet. For a moment he stood still, trying to col lect his senses. It was too dark to discern anything plainly, but he could d:ruly make out outlines of aesthetic furniture and bibelots. Ah. he re membered now! He was in Under woods apartment. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to recall how he came there, and slowly his be fuddled brain began to work He re membered that he needed $2,000. and that he had called on Robert Under wood to try and borrow the money. Yes. he recalled that perfectly well. Then he and Underwood got drinking and talking, and be had fallen asleep, lie thought he had heard a woman s voice—a voice he knew. Perhaps that was only a dream. He must have been asleep some time, because the ahts were out and. seemingly, every body bad gone to bed. He wondered what the noise which started him could have been. Suddenly he heard a groan. He listened intently, but all was still. The silence was uncanny. Now thoroughly frightened. How ard cautiously groped his way about, trying to find the electric button. He had no idea what time it was. It must be very late. What an ass he was to drink so much! He wondered what Annie would say when he didn't return. He was a hound to let her sit up and worry like that. Well, this would be a lesson to him—it was the last time he’d ever touch a drop. Of course, he had promised her the same •hing a hundred times before, but this time be meant it. His drinking was always getting him into some fool scrape or other. He was gradually working his way along the room, when suddenly he stumbled over something on the floor. It was a man lying prostrate. Stoop ing. be recognized the figure. "Why—It's Underwood!" he ex claimed. At first be believed bis classmate was asleep, yet considered it strange [ that he should have selected so un-! comfortable a place. Then it occurred to him that he might be iU. Shaking him by the shoulder, he cried: “Hey, Underwood, what's the mat ter?” No response came from the pros trate figure. Howard stooped lower, to see better, and accidentally touch ing Underwood's face, found it clam my and wet. He held his hand up in ; the moonlight and saw that it was : covered with blood. Horror-stricken, j he cried: “My God! He's bleeding—he’s hurt!" • . What had happened? An accident —or worse? Quickly he felt the man's pulse. It had ceased to beat. Under wood was dead. For a moment Howard was too much overcome by his discovery to! know what to think or do. What : dreadful tragedy could have hap pened? Carefully groping along the mantelpiece, he at last found the elec tric button and turned on the light, j There, stretched out on the floor, lay j Underwood, with a bullet hole in his left temple, from which blood had flowed freely down on his full-dress i shirt. It was a ghastly sight. The ; man's white, set face, covered with a crimson stream, made a repulsive ; spectacle. On the floor near the body ! was a highly polished revolver, still ; smoking. Howard's first supposition was that , burglars had entered the place and' that Underwood had been killed while defending his property. He remem bered now that In hi3 drunken sleep Le had heard voices in angry alterca tion Yet why hadn't he called for assistance? Perhaps he had and he hadn't heard him. He looked at the clock, and was surprised to find it was not yet mid night. He believed it was at least five o'clock in the morning. It was evident that Underwood had neTer gone to bed. The shooting had oc curred either while the angry dispute was going on or after the unknown visitor had departed. The barrel of the revolver was still warm, showing that it could only have been dis charged a few moments before. Sud denly it flashed upon him that Under wood might have committed suicide. But it was useless to stand there theorizing Something must be done. He must alarm the hotel people or call the police. He felt himself turn hot and cold by turn as he realized the serious predicament in which he himself was placed. If he aroused the hotel people they would find him here alone with a dead man. Suspi cion would at once be directed at him, and it might be very difficult for him to establish his innocence. Who would , believe that he could have fallen asleep in a bed while a man killed himself in the same room? It sounded preposterous. The wisest course for him would be to get away before any body came. Quickly he picked up his hat and made for the door. Just as he was about to lay hand on the handle there was the click of a latchkey. Thus headed off. and not knowing what to do. he halted in painful suspense. The door opened and a man entered. He looked as surprised to see How ard as the latter was to see him. He was clean-shaven and neatly dressed, yet did not look the gentleman. His appearance was rather that of a serv ant. All these details flashed before Howard's mind before he blurted out: “Who the devil are you?" The man looked astonished at the question and eyed his interlocutor closeiy. as if in doubt as to his identi ty. In a cockney accent he said loftily: “I am Ferris. Mr. Underwood's man. sir.” Suspiciously, he added: “Are you a friend of Mr. Underwood's, sir?” He might well ask the question, for Howard's disheveled appearance and ghastly face, still distorted by terror, was anything but reassuring. Taken by surprise, Howard did not know what to say, and like most people questioned at a disadvantage, he an swered foolishly: "Matter? No. What makes you think anything is the matter?” Brushing past the man, he added: “It's late. I’m going.” “Stop a minute!” cried the man servant. There was something in Howard's manner that he did not like. Passing quickly into the sitting room, he called out: “Stop a minute!" But Howard did not stop. Terror gave him wings and, without waiting for the elevator, he was already half way down the first staircase when ne heard shouts behind him. “Murder! Stop thief! Stop that man! Stop that man!" There was a rush of feet and hum of voices, which made Howard run all the faster. He leaped down four i steps at a time in bis anxiety to get away. But it was no easy matter de scending so many flights of stairs. It took him several minutes to reach the main floor. By this time the whole hotel was aroused. Telephone calls had quick ly warned the attendants, who had promptly sent for the police. By th« time Howard reached the main en trance he was intercepted by a mob too numerous to resist. Things certainly looked black for him. As he sat. white and trembling, under guard in a corner of the en trance hall, waiting for the arrival of the police, the valet breathlessly gave the sensational particulars to the rap idly growing crowd of curious on lookers. He had taken his usual Sun day out and on returning home at midnight, as was his custom, he had let himself in with his latchkey. To his astonishment he had found this man, the prisoner, about to leave the premises. His manner and remarks were so peculiar that they at once aroused his suspicion. He hurried into the apartment and found his master lying dead on the floor in a pool of blood. In his hurry the assassin had dropped his revolver, which was lying near the corpse. As far as he could see. nothing had been taken from the apartment. Evidently the man was disturbed at his work and. when sud denly surprised, had made the bluff that he was calling on Mr. Under wood. They had got the right man. that was certain. He was caught red handed. and in proof of what he said, the valet pointed to Howard's right hand, which was still covered blood. “How terrible!" exclaimed a woman bystander, averting her face. “So young, too!" “It's all a mistake. I tell you. It's all a mistake,” cried Howard, almost panic-stricken. “I'm a friend of Mr. U nderwood's." "Nice friend!" sneered an onlooker. “Tell that to the police," laughed another. “Or to the marines!" cried a third. "It's the chair for his'n!” opined a fourth. By this time the main entrance hall was crowded with people, tenants and passersby attracted by the un wonted commotion. A scandal in high life is always caviare to the sensa tion seeker. Everybody excitedly in quired of his neighbor: "What Is it? What's the matter?” Presently the rattle of wheels was heard and a heavy vehicle driven furi ously, drew up at the sidewalk with a jerk. It was the police patrol wagon, and in it were the captain of the precinct and a half dozen police men and detectives. The crowd pushed forward to get a better view of the burly representatives of the law as. full of authority, they elbowed their wav unceremoniously through the throng. Pointing to the leader, a big man in plain clothes, with a square, determined jaw and a bulldog face, they whispered one to another: “That's Capt. Clinton, chief of the precinct. He's a terror. It'll go hard with any prisoner he gets in bis clutches!” Followed by his uniformed myr midons. the police official pushed his way to the corner where sat Howard, dazed and trembling, and still guard ed by the valet and elevator boys. •‘What's the matter h*-re?" demand ed the captain gruffly, and looking from Ferris to the white-faced How ard. The valet eagerly told his story: “I came home at midnight, sir, and found my master. Mr. Robert Under wood. lying dead In the apartment, shot through the head.” Pointing to Howard, he added: "This man was in the apartment trying to get away. You see his hand is still covered with blood.'\ Capt. Clinton chuckled, and expand ing his mighty chest to its fullest, licked his chops with satisfaction. This was the opportunity he had been looking for—a sensational murder in a big apartment hotel, right in the very heart of his precinct! Nothing could be more to his liking. It was a rich man's murder, the best kind to attract attention to himself. The sensational newspapers would be full of the case. They would print col umns of stuff every day, together with his portrait. That was just the kind of publicity he needed now that he was wire-pulling for an inspectorship. They had caught the man "with the goods"—that was very clear. He promised himself to attend to the rest. Conviction was what he was after. He'd see that no tricky lawyer got the best of him. Concealing, as well as he could, his satisfaction, he drew himself up and. with blustering show- of authority, immediately took command of the situation. Turning to a police sergeant at his side, he said: "Maloney, this fellow may have had an accomplice. Take four officers and watch every exit from the hotel. Ar rest anybody attempting to leave the building. Put two officers to watch the fire escapes. Send one man on the roof. Go!” “Yes. sir,” replied the sergeant, as he turned away to execute the order. Capt. Clinton gave two strides for ward. and catching Howard by the col lar. jerked him to his feet. “Now. young feller, you come with me! We'll go upstairs and have a look at the dead man.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Hospitals. The only hospitals In antiquity were lor slaves and soldiers. The rise ot hospitals is wrapped in mystery, but j beyond a doubt they are the product of ; Christian teaching, it is pretty cer tain that hospitals arose out of the early homes for travelers and the poor. The institution is clearly of eastern origin. About 270 A. D. Basilius founded the famous hospital Caesarea. St Augustine speaks of hospitals as being quite new in his | day. In 498-514 Pope Symmachus built three in Rome. In the sixth century there was a very large one in Lyons. In fact about this time they appear all over the pale of Christen dom.—Chicago Examiner. ---- An Odious Falsification. “A girl gets mad if a young man tries to kiss her," says the Chicago News It is an infamous lie.—Los Angeles Times. Leaves It to Her Judgment. “Am 1 the first girl you ever kissed?" asks the (air young thing from the refuge of his shoulder. “Well." he replies, "after the way my arm just naturally slipped around your waist as you unconsciously leaned toward me, and my fingers tilted your chin as you unconsciously lifted your head, and I bent forward where your lips were waiting, and didn't get the kiss either on your nose or your chin, but where it belonged—after that, and with the knowledge of the subject which you hare displayed. I shall say nothing, except that 1 leare the ques tion to your own judgment."—Life. 8llght!y Misquoted. She—“Did I understand you to say that your friend, Mr. Needs, was thirsting for glory?" He—"Well, not exactly. I said he had a glorious thirst."—Tit-Bits. HAD BEEN SILENT SUFFERER Subordinate Officer the Recipient of Hints Intended for His Superior. A sea captain's wife tells this story of a maiden woman, sister of one of the owners of the ship on which she once made a long voyage. She had very decided opinions on most mat ters. and she and the captain had many spirited arguments at the din ner table. The captain's wife, a meek, submis sive little soul, fearing that in the heat of argument her husband might say something to offend their august passenger, was in the habit of kick ing him on the shins to hint at mod eration. Nevertheless, all these re minders passed unheeded. One day she administered a more vigorous kick than usual, and noticed an expression of pain flit across the face of the mate, who sat opposite her. "Oh. Mr. Brown, was that your shin?" she asked. "Yes, Mrs. Blaikie,” said the mate, meekly, -hit's been my shin hall the -voyage, ma'am."—Youth's Companion. SUFFERED FOURTEEN YEARS. A Terrible Case of Dropsy and How It Was Cured. Mrs. W. R. Cody, 603 Tenth St, Lewiston.Idaho, says: "Fourteen years I suffered from kid ney trouble. I was so lame and sore I could hardly move. Headaches were fre quent and my whole body bloated. I had chills and hot flashes and my ankles were so swollen I could •carceiy wear my anoes. me Kidney secretions bothered me and my nerves were unstrung. I began taking Doan's Kidney Pills and soon the swelling diminished. The backache and other troubles quickly disappeared and I was completely cured." Remember the name—Doan’s. For sale by druggists and general itorekeepers everywhere. Price 50c. Foster-Milbum Co.. Buffalo, N. T. - I Willing to Suport Proxy. Albert Tiedemann. a freshman of the University of Pennsylvania, was called upon to vote for officers in a recent gathering. Not being well ac quainted with the nominees, he thoughtfully hesitated before filling out his ballot. i One of the company left the room with the explanation that he would "vote by proxy.” “So will I.” said Albert, and with his pencil poised above his paper, leaned over to a companion on his right and asked: “Say, what's Proxy's first name?” Historic Event Celebrated. Australia recently commemorated the one hundred and forty-first anni versary of Captain Cook's first land ing. It was in 1770 that H. M. S. En deavor, a barque of 370 tons, entered the inlet first called Sting Rays Har bor. but afterwards Botany Bay. from the beauty and variety of the plants growing about its shore. The vessel remained eight days, and before she left the British flag was hoisted. As is the custom on each recurring anni versary, the flag was again unfurled upon the spot where it was first dis ! played, and was saluted by the guns of the warships in the harbor. The Worth of the Voice. How wonderful is the human voice! ; It is indeed the organ of the soul! ; The intellect of man sits enthroned visibly upon his foreherd and in his : eye, and the heart of man is written upon his countenance. But the soul reveals itself In the voice only; ai God revealed himself to the prophet of old in the still, small voice, and in the voice from the burning bush. The soul of man is audible, not visible. A sound alone betrays the flowing of the eternal fountain, invisible to man.— Longfellow: Hyperion. For Your t Enjoyment Here’s an individual among fairly snaps with delicious goodness and waolesotnentss. has more to it than mere wetness or sweetness—it’s <T$ orous, full of life. You’ll enjoy it from the first M to the last drop and afterwards. DISTEMPER Suiecart tad positive preventive, no matter how horse? a: any ?ta.re are infected or'expoMd." L.qu:4gi»en on the tongue; act* on the Blood and Glands, expel* the potsoaou* germ* from the body Puree I", stem per In Dost* andSheep and Cholera la Country. lAnree: selling lire stock remedy. Care* Ia Grippe among human being* and is a fine Kidney remedy 50c and t: a bottle. *5 and lio a doxcn. Cat this out. Keep it. -how to vour druggist, who will it for you. Free Booklet “Distemper Cause*and Cure*.** Special Agent* wanted. SPOHM MEDICAL CO., 60SHEN. IND., U. S. A. “DEAF” BEGGAR COULD HEAR Incident That Struck Householder as Being Along Slightly Humor ous Lines. "Many funny things nappen in a flat during the course of a few months." said a Milwaukee flat dwell er, "bat one of the best things I ever saw happened yesterday. “I was suddenly roused from my slumber by three loud knocks on the door. Jumping to my feet and into a bathrobe, 1 hastened to see what was ! wanted. X opened the door in time to see a young fellow half way up the flight to the nest floor. " 'Hello, there' I yelled at him. “He turned around, hastened back and handed out a small envelope, pointing to the inscription. I glanced at it. It was an appeal for aid be cause the applicant was deaf and dumb. “Say. I was mad enough to kick him down stairs. Then the joke struck me and I slammed the door in his face and went back to bed laughing." EXTENUATING. A mm Parson—Boys, don't you know that you shouldn't play bail on Sunday? Jimmy—Oh! that's all right. Parson. We ain't playing; we're practicing fer tomorrow's game. He Got the Pass. “I want a pass." “Pass? You're not entitled to a pass. You are not an employe. Sorry.” “No; but here the antipass law says free transportation can be granted to necessary caretakers of live stock, poultry -and fruit.' Well. I'm going on this trip with an aunt that’s a hen— there's your poultry; a girl that's a peach—there's your fruit; and a nephew that's a mule—there's your - live stock. Gimme a pass."—The Way Bill. Friendship is one soul in two bodies. The Exception. Post—There are as good fish in the sea as ever were caught. Parker—Hm! 1 guess you haven't heard Thompson's latest fish story.— Harper's Bazar. The Herb laxative, Garfield Tea, over comes constipation, giving freedom from sick-headache and bilious attacks. Tea Time In Chile. Either tea or yerba mate is served in Chile at 4:00 p. m., not only in the homes but at clubs, restaurants and hotels, and many business bouses. A. cut of tea and a roll or small cake in the club or hotel cost from eight to twelve cents United States gold, while the business houses serve it free rather than have the clerks leave their work or go out for it. Fatherly Advice. “Now that you are married, my son, listen to me." “What is it. dad?" “Try/to be a husband, not merely an ex-bachelor.” Intricate Letter. When Bilkins was away from home on a long business trip, he got a letter from his wife that still puzzles him. It ended thus:— “Baby is well and lots brighter than she used to be. Hoping you are the same, I remain, your loving wife.”— Everybody's. A self-made man? Yes, and wor ships his creator.-Henry Clapp Dress. If a man preferes the kind of clothes he can jump into and wears another only under compulsion; While a woman prefers such clothes as she cannot put on without toll and trouble and the expenditures of time, and will unless under compulsion, wear nothing else; Then what of permanent equality is it going to avail for the law to call the sexes back to the tape and start them all over again?—Puck. The Old Gag. Miss Lillian B. Rowe, at an adver I tisement writers' dinner in Denver, said of the harem skirt: “It will soon be so widely worn that the old gag. perpetrated In the'40s on men, may profitably be revived for women victims. “Some sharper, you know, will re vive the gag by advertising in the Ladies’ Own— “ Send $1 and learn how to keep your harem skirt from becoming fringed at the bottom.' “Thousands of dollars will pour in, and to each victim the sharper will i reply; " 'Wear knickers.' ” (A skirt kisman-istleres: sttry svritten by C. If. Post for tie Possum Cereal Co., Lid.) Some Day Ask Your Physician To tell you the curious story of how the mind affects the digestion of food. I refer to the condition the mind Is In, Just before, at tbe time, or Just following the taking of food. If he has been properly educated (the major ity have) he will help you understand the curious machinery of digestion. To start you thinking on this Interesting subject, I will try to lay out the plan In a general way and you can then follow Into more minute details. Pawlow (pronounce Pavloff) a famous Russian Phy sician and Chemist, experimenting on some dogs, cut into the tube leading from the throat to the stomach. They were first put under chloroform or some other anaesthetic and the operation was painless. They were kept for months in very good condition. When quite hungry some un-appetlzing food was placed before them and, although hunger forced them to eat, it was shown by analysis of the contents of the stomach that little if any of the digestive juices were found. Then, in contrast, some raw meat was put where they couldn't reach it at once, and a little time allowed for the minds of the dogs to "anticipate’’ and create an ap petite. When the food was finally given them, they de voured it ravenously and with every evidence of sat isfaction. The food was passed out into a dish through the opening before it reached the stomach. It * was found to be mixed with "Ptyalin" the alkaline juice of the mouth, which is important for the first step in di gestion. Then an analysis was made of the contents of the stomach, Into which no food had entered. It was shown that the digestive fluids of stomach were flowing freely, exactly as if the desirable food had entered. This proved that it was not the presence of food which caused the digestive juices to flow, but the flow was caused entirely and alone as a result of the action of the mind, from “anticipation." On® dog continued to eat the food he liked for over an hour believing he was getting it into his stomach, whereas, not an ounce went there; every particle went out through the opening and yet all this time the di gestive Juices flowed to the stomach, prepared to quickly digest food, in response to the curious orders of the mind. Do you pick up the lesson? Unappetizing food, that which fails to create mental anticipation, does not cause the necessary digestive juices to flow, whereas, fooq that is pleasing to the sight, and hence to the mind, will cause the complicated machinery of the body to prepare in a wonderful way for its digestion. ". How natural, then, to reason that one should sit down to a meal in a peaceful, happy state of mind and start off the breakfast, say with some ripe delicious fruit, then follow with a bowl of crisp, lightly browned, thin bits of corn like Post Toasties, add a sprinkle of sugar and some good yellow cream and the attractive, appetiz ing picture cannot escape your eye and will produce the condition of mind which causes the digestive juices nature has hidden in mouth and stomach, to come forth and do their work. These digestive juices can be driven back by a mind oppressed with worry, hate, anger or dislike of the dis agreeable appearance of food placed before one. Solid facts that are worthy the attention of anyone who esteems prime health and human happiness as a valuable asset in the game of life. “Then’s a Reason” for saying “The Memory Lingers,f when bnakfast is started with POST TOASTIES.