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SYNOPSIS.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Enjoyment
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“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.