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SYNOPSIS.
Robert Cameron, capitalist, consults
Phillip Clyde, newspaper publisher, re
gHrding anonymous threatening letters he
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K*raing anonymous threatening leiu.rs ur?
has received. The first promises a sample
of the writer’s power on a certain day.
On that dav the head is mysteriously cut
. _ • _ M vs ..-I.ilr. til A lat
that day the head is mysterious**
from a portrait of Cameron while the lat
ter is In the room. Clyde has a theory
that the portrait was mutilated "'hue me
room was unoccupied and the head later
removed by means of a string, unnoticed
hv Came?on. Evelyn Grayson, Cameron a
niece, with whom Clyde is in love finds
th^ head of Cameron’s portrait nailed i
a tree, where It was had been used ast a
target. Clyde pledges Evelyn to seer •
lyde learns that a Chines# boy employed
hv Philetus Murphy, an artist
Tiearby. had borrowed a rille .Mm t am
eron’s lodgekeper Clyde makes an
.•use to call on Murphy and Is reP,4'-ffji
He pretends to he investigating
infractions of the same laws and spea
Of finding the bowl of an opium P>P» l "
ier the tree where Cameron s portrait
was found. The Chinese bo> Is louna
dead next morning. %\ hile
eron In his dressing room a lx ell t.Wynne
mirror is mysteriously shati •. ^ the
:im^\Vt^era?s"sTarnr.heUfe.^Camenms
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?haenayIcVap.cksaupran Asherman found
Of Chinese origin. C yde » dent
from a Chinese fellon™ 1. sing, most
who recommends htm to Y 1! York The
prominent Chln.msn^ N^fo7mat,on of
latter promises to seen
Cameron among his countrymen.
CHAPTER X!.—Continued.
“Mr Clvde” he said, with no more
emotion than he might have exhibited
ha.! I told him I wished him to sell fo
me a Chinese bronze on commission.
"Mr. Clvde. 1 do not see. exactly. »h)
you come to me"
"I came at Mr. Mow's suggestion I
explained. “He tells me you know the
< 'hlnese of New York as no one else
does.”
“The police. I should say. he re
turned. ‘ know the class you seek bet
ter than I. Why not go to the police
It was not easy to explain to him
why 1 had not gone to the police, for 1
did not care to reveal all that we
feared, and how we dreaded that
which police pursuit might precipi
tate.
■ Because" I began, after a mo
ment's hesitation. “I believe the whole
thin" is a mistake. I believe that
those involved in the plot must soon
nr or later find out it is a mistake. If
the aid of the police is enlisted, the
fact that a mistake has been made
will not be any extenuation. My ob
ject is to find the plotters, prove to
them that they are In error, promise
them immunity. and recover my
friend.”
“What you have told me." said Yup
Sing, speaking slowly, "is not enough.
If you will tell me everything. I will
let you know what I think. You must
give the names and the places and the
dates.”
I did give him the names and the
places and the dates. Mow Chee had
told me I could rely upon him. im
plicitly, and I told him all, without
reservation. I gave him even the let
ter the onlv one of the three that re
mained to tis—the last letter in which
the final threat was made.
As I look back on it. now. I cannot
understand why I did this. It wras the
only piece of proof, the only clue left.
And yet, when he asked to keep it
for a little, I consented without so
much as a demur. I argued. I sup
pose, that he was a reputable mer
chant. with an established business,
and that, therefore, treachery on his
part was not to be considered.
“And your friend,” he said, as he
folded the paper, "was never in
China?
! "Never,” I affirmed..
How (io you know?”
He has told me so.”
It was neither a smile nor a sneer
which floated for just a moment across
those sphinx-like features. It was a
look of pitying tolerance, a patronizing
?|pam, merely, from the small, deep
set. almond eyes. One of England’s
ip-patest actresses, in speaking of the
"'hiuese, has said: “They look as if
ihey are always thinking, ‘I have lived
before you; I shall live after you.'”
That was how Yup Sing looked then.
3ut he merely said:
, “Very well. I will learn what I can."
J “3000?” I begged. “Very soon?”
He stood up, an imposing figure in
ais purple silk.
"Come to me tomorrow evening.
Not here, but at the Chinese restau
-ant on Dovers street. Come at nine
a’clock.”
From my pocket I drew out the copy
if the afternoon paper, and pointed to
the article about the Celestial and the
nysterious box.
“Do you suppose that could have
my bearing on the matter?” I
isked.
He adjusted his spectacles and read
he half-column, slowly, from first to
last. Then he smiled.
“I have that box In my cellar,” he
said. “It contains woolen underwear
shipped to me from Lowell, Massa
:husetts ”
But I scarcely heard him. for my at
tention was on the swiftly moving
brush of the little Chinese maid, as
ieftly handled, it now blocked oul
with bold black strokes a silhouette
upon the piece of rice paper before
her—a familiar silhouette of a short
rlurasy curved boat with broad lug
jail.
CHAPTER XII.
“We Were in Peking Together.”
At my evening conference with Eve
■* Grayson, reviewing the day’i
* nt«, I dwelt with some insistent*
upon the singularity of that episode at
Yup Sing's.
“It was impressively significant,” I
maintained, "even if it was only a
coincidence. Incidentally it convinced
me that nothing escaped Mr. Yup’s ob
servation. I had no intention of re
ferring to my discovery. I chose rath
er to have him think I had not noticed
the figure the child was painting. But
my choice was not to be gratified. He
knew that I had seen and noticed it;
and so, to relieve the situation, he
frankly directed my attention to the
symbol, explaining that what I had re
garded as mysterious was most com
monplace. 'It is one of the first things
that Chinese babies learn to draw,’
he went on, 'it is like the pothook and
hanger of the American primary
schools. First they draw houses, then
ships, then men; and the houses, the
ships and the men are all alike, just
as are your A's, your B's, and your
C’s. 'And when signed to a letter.’ I
queried, ‘what does your ship stand
for? He shrugged his lean shoulders
in a manner almost Gallic. “Who shall
say?' he returned."
And do you believe the pothook
and hanger explanation?” Evelyn
asked, pointedly. It was her way to
probe at once to the heart of a matter.
'I can’t say that I am altogether
convinced,” I answered, non-commit
tally. ‘In spite of Mow’s enthusiastic
encomium. I was not very favorably
impressed by Yup Sing. His wall of
reserve is too high and too thick. It
is neither scalable nor penetrable.
And vet he stands well, I believe, in
the community.”
We sat in the music room, where a
fire of drift wood wove a woof of
green and violet strands through the
red warp of the blaze, for the weather
had turned chill. Evelyn wore a cling
ing gown of black panne velvet, with
purple orchids at her waist. It had a
wonderfully mature effect for one so
young as she. but It was not unbecom
ing. Indeed it effectively accentuated
the deep raw gold tints of her hair
and added to the transparency of her
unwonted pallor. I was marvelling
once again over her outwardly brave
up-bearing in spite of the constant
anxiety of which pallid cheeks were
the only visible sign, when she said:
“I was sure we should hear from
Captain MacLeod today.”
“He has probably met v 1th rough
weather.” I consoled. “It isn't child's
play rounding Point Judith it this sea
son.’you know."
“Rough weather or not,” she insist
ed. “he must have reached Gloucester
by now. And if he found I eter John
son. or if he didn't, he was to tele
phone, you remember.”
"Gloucester is something of a
place," I explained, adopting the ver
nacular. “It includes no less than
eight villages and five thousand men
are engaged there In the fishing indus
try. MacLeod can’t be expected to
learn in five minutes whether a man
named Peter Johnson is one of the
five thousand.”
“But the whole community would
know if one of their number had such
an experience as he just passed
through.” And for this argument I
had no answer ready.
Fortunately, however, none was re
quired of me, for at that moment
steps were audible crossing the hall,
and when our eyes turned downward
they encountered the dapper figure of
Louis. Cameron's French valet, halt
ing respectfully on the threshold.
“Mademoiselle.” he said, bowing,
“ruais void des lettres qui jai trouve.”
And w’e saw, then, that he carried a
tin despatch box.
Evelyn directed him to place it up
on the table by which ehe eat. It
seemed that Bhe had not given over
the idea that the letters for which we
had searched so diligently on Sunday
were somewhere in the house, and
had directed Louis to bring to her
anything in the way of writing that
he could lay his hands upon.
He had found the despatch .box, he
told us, hidden away behind some sel
dom employed volumes in the library,
and thinking it might contain that of
which Miss Grayson was in quest, had
foced the lock, to discover several
carefully-tied packets of letters.
I wish I could give even a half ade
quate idea of the way she thanked
Louis. It would add so much to a
realizing sense of her sweetness with
out detracting at all from the envis
agement of her dignity. No one could
have heard her “bon garcon” and not
have felt impelled to consecrate his
endeavors henceforth and forevermore
to her service. As for Louis his re
spectful homage and fidelity were al
most pagan. I verily believe he would
willingly have suffered martyrdom to
serve her.
As he withdrew we fell avidly upon
the contents of the box, yet with small
hope of finding what we sought; for
the letters it contained were all, ap
parently, of distant date; letters, for
the most part, of a private, personal
nature, carefully assorted, and ar
ranged in red-taped or elastic-banded
bundles.
It was no mere idle curiosity which
impelled us to read many of them.
We were in a position which may best
be described as anomalous. Though
Cameron was my dearest friend I
knew little of his life prior to our
meeting, and Evelyn, his niece and
ward, was scarcely less uninformed
than myself. In the letters just
brought to light there might, we de
cided, be found some clue of incal
culable service in the task now before
us. And so we untied the tapes and
stripped oft the bands and set our
. selves to careful painstaking examina
i tion.
i Seldom have I engaged in a labor so
deadly uninteresting at one moment
and so keenly engrossing at the next.
There was correspondence here which
meant nothing to us whatever, and
there was correspondence which threw
a search-light upon portions of Cam
eron's career, baring good deeds and
follies alike, without discrimination.
It wTas only natural, I suppose, that
we should dig up a romance—a gem
of luster shining amidst dun. sordid
surroundings. Evelyn and I came up
on two of its facets, simultaneously,
and paused in our work to question its
disposal. It seemed to us a holy thing,
too sacred for a strange touch, and,
even at the risk of passing over what
might prove our one agent of revela
tion, we folded it away again with a
sense of guilt at having dared to lift
even the corner of the veil.
For a full hour I had scanned one
letter after another in absorbed in
tentness, but with small profit. Eve
lyn. across the table, had been quite
as busy. Rarely had we interrupted !
our employment with exchange of
words. But now the writing which I i
held provoked exclamation.
"Addison! I cried, so sharply cur
ing the silence that the girl started, j
"Addison! Did you ever hear of him?” |
She gestured a negative. "Not that 1
I remember," she qualified. “Why?” !
"Because we must find him," I de
clared, a little excitedly. I imagine;
for the letter seemed wonderfully im
portant.
Instantly she was all alert.
“What is it?” she asked, springing :
up and coming to my side. “What j
have you found?"
“Book!” I commanded, the sheet of !
paper in one upraised hand, a finger :
j of my other hand pointing to a pas
i sage. “Look! In 1903, your uncle Rob
ert was in Peking; and yet he gave j
me his word that he had never visited I
China.”
Resting an arm on my shoulder and
bending forward she read for herself:
"Just to think! We were in Peking
together and neither of us was aware
of it until too late! What a foregath
ering we missed! Even five minutes’
chat would have been something; but
| I no sooner saw you, than the crowd
1 on Legation street swallowed you up.”
“Have you read it all?"
“Not to the end,” I told her, “just
the beginning and the signature. \
Come,” I added, “we’ll read it from
first to last, together.”
It was written from Cairo, and bore
| date of December 7, 1903.
“My dear Cameron,” it began. ”1
am wondering whether you are back
in New York again. However, you ;
will probably be there for Christmas 1
and therefore this letter will not long
i await you. We have been making a
| rather leisurely tour of the east. Ar
i rived here two days ago and shall re
I main until some time in January.”
The writer then gave a general out
I line of his travels. “You will prob
! ably be surprised to learn that once
you and I passed each other as ships
in the night, save only that we did not
even speak each other in passing,” he
went on. "It was my last day—indeed
my last hour—in northern China.
Otherwise 1 should have made search
for you. Just to think! We were in
Peking together, and neither of us
was aware of it until too late. What
a foregathering we missed! Even five
minutes’ chat would have been some
thing; but I no sooner saw you, than
the crowd on Legation street swal
lowed you up. Half an hour later I
was on the train for Tien-tsin.”
The rest, of the letter was rather
confusingly personal in its references
to mutual friends and interests. It
was signed: “Always with warm re
gard, Addison.”
"Do you suppose that is his first
name or his last?” Evelyn asked me
as we came to it.
“I refuse to suppose," I returned,
smiling. “It's an even chance. What
is more to the point is. how long has
Louis been your uncle's valet?"
“Several years.”
“Several is indennite. 1 oo maen* i
nite. Too indefinite. Suppose we
have him in here and find out ex
actly. Possibly he knows Mr. Addi
son.”
When Louis came, however, he
knew' nothing. He had never heard of
a Mr. Addison or of a Mr. Addison
Something, in all the three years and
eight months of his service with Mr.
Cameron. So Evelyn thanked him
once more in her own gracious way
and we continued our work, directing
our efforts especially now to unearth
ing further Addison-signed letters
which might prove enlightening.
"Why should Uncle Robert tell you
he had never been in China?” Evelyn
asked me, looking up suddenly and
dropping to her lap the letter she was
at that moment examining. "X can't
understand that.”
"Nor I ” I admitted. "If I had asked
him out of idle curiosity he would
have been justified perhaps in mis
leading me; but he must have known
that it was in his interest I made the
inquiry.”
For just a moment she sat in si
lence, her narrowed gaze on the glow
ing embers in the fireplace. Then she
turned to ine again.
“Do you think, Philip, it was be
cause he had something to hide?” she
asked, seriously. "Something he was
ashamed of and feared might become
knovrn ?”
Instantly I sprang to my friend’s
defense.
"No,” I assured her, with emphasis.
“No, Evelyn. Whatever his motive
was! I am satisfied it had no dishonor
able basis. If he told me a deliberate
falsehood it was not to spare himself.
Possibly—yes, probably, it was to
shield others.”
I was perfectly sincere in this, but
even had I believed otherwise I should
have been tempted to prevarication
could I have foreseen my reward. Be
fore I quite realized her purpose Eve
lyn was out of her chair, had slipped
over behind me, and encircling my
neck with her arms, had pressed her
lips softly to my cheek.
“Oh, how glad I am to hear you say
that! You believe in his bigness—in
his nobility, just as I do, don’t you,
Philip; dear?”
“I’m sure he could never have been
guilty of anything dishonorable,” I de
clared again, imprisoning her hands.
Rut the next moment, hearing steps
again crossing the hall, I reluctantly
released them.
For a third time Louis stood In the
doorway. Now he upheld a small red
bound book, and his face was beam
ing.
“Voila, mademoiselle!” he exclaim
ed, delightedly. ”Je viens de trou
vant ce livre."
It was a book of addresses, and the
valet, nervously turning the pages,
put his finger upon the name of Ho
ratio Addison, M. D„ with the air of
one who had discovered buried treas
ure. I am inclined to think that we
were ourselves almost as demonstra
tively elated as he, for though we
could not be sure that this was Cam
eron’s correspondent, the odds cer
tainly favored that conclusion; and
unless the physician had died or
moved away since the entry was made,
we were now in possession of his ad
dress, which chanced to be an apart
ment house on Madison avenue, that
I knew to be given over entirely to
doctors' offices.
This time Evelyn assured Louis that
he was not merely a “good boy” but
an incomparable assistant, and the
richness of the reward came nigh to
totally wrecking his composure, for,
as he started to back from the room.
I detected unmistakable tears glisten
ing on his lashes.
"Louis,” I checked him, with sud
den inspiration, "apportez-nous le di
rectoire telephonie, s'il vous plait.”
And when the book was brought the
fact that Dr. Addison's address had
not b4en changed was promptly es
tablished. I was for calling him up,
then and there, but Evelyn pointed to
the clock and advised patience. It
was already after midnight.
“Tomorrow,” she said, in her wise
fashion, “you shall call on him, and
learn, if possible, how Uncle' Robert
replied to that letter. There is a dif
ference, you know, Philip, between be
ing in a place and having some one
see you there. No one's eyes are in
fallible."
CHAPTER XIII.
When Damon Doubted Pythias.
Not until I had been passed into an
elevator by a dainty young woman in
the white habit of a trained nurse,
shot up four floors into the hands of
another who might have been the
first's twin sister, and ushered by her,
in turn, into a severely professional
appearing waiting room, did it occur
to me that I was upon an errand in
volving the employment of an ex
traordinary degree of tact. So im
bued had I been with the importance
of learning whether Cameron had or
had not been in Peking in 1903, that
up to this moment 1 had quite lost
sight of my own position. Now I asked
myself, on what ground was I to make
my plea for information? To tell this
Dr. Addison the whole story would
certainly be inexpedient. To hint even
at alarm concerning Cameron might
involve the precipitation of that finan
cial disaster he had feared and regard
ing which he had warned me. Indeed,
would not any effort to obtain the
facts I desired be likely to arouse sus
plcion, no matter how delicately
made?
The more I pondered the situation,
sitting there thoughtfully while one
after another the patients who had !
preceded me passed into the physi- !
cian's consultation room, the more beg- j
garly, it seemed to me, became my j
chances of success. And when, at j
length, my turn came to enter the I
presence of my friend’s friend, I was J
about persuaded that I should very |
soon be making an ignominious exit,
branded as an impertinently meddling
busybody.
I have always contended that it was
Dr. Addison’s severely professional air
which was responsible for my inspi
ration, for no thought of such a course
occurred to me, until standing dumbly
hesitant before him, I became con- |
scious that he was making mental in- |
ventory of me with a view to a diag
nosis.
The penetraticn of his gaze im- |
pressed me at once. His steel gray |
eyes were like a pair of converging ;
probes; and they were his dominant
feature. Aside from them his face j
was commonplace.
Doctor, l said, and the sound of
my voice was a relief to the strained |
tension of the moment, “I learned of j
you through Mr. Cameron—Mr. Rob- '
ert Cameron, a mutual friend.”
I hoped to see his expression bright
en at the name, but it did not. If
there was any change whatever it was
in the reverse direction. After a sec
ond’s deliberation he asked:
"You wish to consult me regarding
yourself?”
On a sudden impulse I answered, ;
“Yes,” though I had neither ache nor
pain, and. so far as I could judge,
was perfectly normal.
"I see,” he replied. "Am I right
in assuming that your trouble is of
a nervous character?”
Heaven knows that in spite of my
fancied normality there had been suf
ficient reason in the past few weeks
for my nerves to go awry. 1 con
fessed that I had been under consid !
emble mental strain.
Thereupon, having bade me be seat- j
ed, he began to ply me with questions j
with a view to sympathetic revelation.
I fear, however, that I gave him mea- j
ger material upon which to base a con
clusion. I slept well, my appetite was
excellent. I had observed neither a
numbness nor a supersensitiveness in
my finger tips, nor a sensation of ful
ness at the base of the brain. 1
could not recall any twitching of my
muscles, nor any diminution of mus
I cular power. At length, after a brief
pause, he inquired:
“Will you be good enough to tell me.
Mr. Clyde, why you think you require
professional attention?”
And my inability to answer him, off
hand, paradoxical as it may seem,
eventually supplied me with an an
swer at once truthful and convincing.
“Because,” I explained gravely, “1
find that of late I am losing my power
of mental co-ordination.”
The ardor with which he seized
upon this index of my supposed mal
ady was amusing. Instantly he grew
obviously and deeply interested. I
have since learned that what is known
as confusional insanity, a rare con
dition, usually has its inception in this
wise, “without essential emotional dis
turbance,” if I may quote an author
ity. At the time, I believe he wras
suspicious of a developing paresis.
What he thought, however, or what
he did not, is aside from the story. 1
know only that his manner changed
abruptly, his object, evidently being to
gain my full confidence. Whereupon,
the bars of reserve lowered between
us, I ventured to revert to our so-called
“mutual friend."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Supplied for Many Years
Philadelphia Man Has No Need to
Worry About Getting a Suitable
Office Boy.
“Talk about luck in having office
boys," said a well known Philadelphia
business man. “I have hit it great.
Back in 1887 I took on my first boy,
and he was all that could be desired.
After he had been with me for over
three years and began to get nearly as
tall as I was, he decided that he
should learn a trade. Before he left
he told me he had a younger brother
who would like to take up the job.
‘If he does as well as you did, he
will do all right,’ I said.
"The second brother came, and aft
er four years’ service he decided on a
trade. But before he left he brought
his younger brother, who took up
the work. He moved as good as the
first two, and then he grew too large
for a $3.50 a week job and passed
It along to the next in the family.
Well, the fourth brother went to a
trade and two more after him. I be
gan to think that it was going to be
perpetual. Then 1 learned some
thing. The boys were all used up.
There were no |aore to come.
"While I was wondering where to
get another good boy, he spoke for
his nephew. ‘Who is your nephew?' I
said. ‘John’s boy,’ said he. It was
the son of the first boy that I had
started in 25 years before, and he
had grown up to the same age as his
five uncles and his father when they
began. ‘Send him along.' I said. He
has been with me for several months
and is as good as any of bts uncles.
From last reports I understand I am
good for a supply of good boys for
the next 25 years.”
Solar Eclipse Affects Wireless.
During the recent solar eclipse an
interesting test was undertaken be
tween the radio station of the Royal
dock yard in Copenhagen and the
Blaavandshuk station on the coast of
Jutland, so as to ascertain the effect
of the eclipse upon wireless transmis- j
sion. It transpired that the telegraph- )
ing became more distinct and reliable
as the eclipse progressed, and that it \
was most distinct shortly after the
culmination of the eclipse. The view
that it is the effect of the solar light
upon the atmosphere which is the
cause of radio telegraphy being much
better at night than during the day
seems thus to be confirmed.
Progressive Milkman.
Competition among the milkmen is
active in Evanston. A few mornings
ago a woman moving to Evanston ,
from Kansas City was surprised as
she approached her new residence on
her way from the train to see a stran
ger come up to her and call her by
name. "I’m the milkman," he explain
ed. “I heard that you were coming
today. Let me carry your grips ” He
got her trade.—Chicago Tribune.
NEED OF ROAD IMPROVEMENT
One of Essentials to Prosperity of
Country Is Good Highways—Spe
cial Action Necessary.
(By RALPH PARSHALL. Colorado Ag
ricultural College.)
A busy growing nation such as ours
certainly requires internal improve
ments to keep pace with iui prosperity.
Our prosperity is measured by indus
trial activities and such activities are
scattered in all parts of our great
commonwealth.
There are several essentials to pro
mote this growth, and one of the chief
of these is that of good roads or high
ways.
Investigations have shown that the
average horse can exert at a walking
pace a traction pull of about one
eighth to one-tenth his weight. As
suming this to be about the correct
value, what effect will the kind of
road have upon the load the horse is
able to pull?
On an asphalt pavement it requires
30 to 70 pounds pull to move one ton,
on a sand road 100 to 200 pounds pull
to move the same road. We might
conclude that the limits are 30 to 250
pounds for the best to the poorest
surface. This one horse, say of 1.500
pounds weight, could draw a load of
five tons on the smooth asphalt pave
ment and only 1,200 pounds on the
soft sand road. These figures are only
approximately correct since they are
average values, but sufficiently close
to give us some idea of the relative
value of good and poor road surfaces.
Before any district or state can fully
realize the value of good roads, spe
cial action on its part must be neces
sary. This action must embrace three
things; a non-political organization,
whose purpose is to provide good
roads; a practical and economical
construction, and maintenance.
There should be one or more good
business men on the board of control,
a lawyer of some years' experience
should be a member and there should
be represented on the board of control
■t m WTOTf.'CMMtOw.
An Improved Michigan Road.
an engineer who know-3 his business.
The engineer should also be chief
engineer of the construction with as
many assistants as necessary to carry
on the work of road building. Some
states of our commonwealth have
made the state engineer the chief
engineer of a road commission whose
personnel is composed of business
men, lawyers, and engineers who re
ceive no salary and are appointed by
the governor of the state for a definite
period of time.
There are several methods of organi
sation and only experience will elim
inate the undesirable elements, leav
ing the good. What might be success
ful in one part of the country may be
unsuccessful in another.
SHOWING PLEASES BOOSTERS
Work Done on Highway Improve
ments During Last Year Is Suc
cessful All Over Country.
Good roads movements have been
unusually successful in many states
during the year just ended, according
to figures given out in New York
showing the liberal appropriations
which various legislatures made
New York state heads the list with
a $50,000,000 bond issue added to its
previous appropriation of an equal
amount, and as good a showing is said
to be assured in Pennsylvania, where
a proposed $50,000,000 appropriation is
pending. In California an $18,000,000
bond issue is now being expended, and
in Maine a $2,000,000 issue has been
authorized, to be met by the automo
bile fees.
The defeat of the $30,000,000 bond
issue in Ohio is said by the good roads
enthusiasts to be the only discourag
ing feature of the year, and they be
lieve it will be reconsidered. Many
itatcs have made slight increases la
heir good roads appropriations.
Lack of Interest.
In view of what has been accom
plished by the use of the split log drag
on the public roads in various rural
localities it is discouraging to note the
general lack of interest in this most
practical and easily adapted method
of road reform
How Not to Build.
Don’t try to build roads as the crow
flies, unless you expect to use the
crow's transportation facilities on
them
HUSBAND
TIRED OF SEEING
HER SUFFER
Procured Lydia E. Pinkham’*
Vegetable Compound,
which made His Wife
a Well Woman.
Middletown, Pa. —“I had headache,
backache and such awful bearing down
pains that I could not be on my feet at
times and I had organic inflammation so
badly that I was not able to do my work.
I could not get a good meal for my hus
band and one child. My neighbors said
they thought my suffering was terrible.
“ My husband got tired of seeing me
suffer and one night went to the drug
store and got me a bottle of Lydia E.
[ Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound and
I told me I must take it. I can’t tell you
all I suffered and I can’t tell you all that
your medicine has done for me. I was
greatly benefited from the first and it
has made me a well woman. I can do
all my housework and even helped some
of my friends as well. I think it is &
wonderful help to all suffering women.
I have got several to take it after see
ing what it has done for me.”—Mrs.
Emma Espenshade, 219 East Main St,
Middletown, Pa.
The Pinkham record is a proud and hon
orable one. It is a record of constant
l victory over the obstinate ills of woman
| —ills that deal out despair. It is an es
tablished fact that Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound has restored
health to thousands of such suffering
women. Why don’t you try it if you
need such a medicine?
If you want special advice write to
| Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confi
; dential) Lynn, Mass. Your letter will
be opened, read and answered by a
woman and held in strict confidence.
Many a man fools himself when he
thinks that he is fooling his wife.
Red Crofi Ball Blue gives double value
for your money, goes twice as far as any
other. Ask your grocer. Adv.
If some men were compelled to pay
1 as they go they' would never get start
ed.
Only One “BROMO onNINE"
Thai is LAXATIVE BKUMO QLTN’INB. fasik
for ihe sicnature of K. W. GROV K. Cures a Cold
la One Da.y. Cures Grip in l*wu i»ays. *JDc
When a man begins to think of get
ting married he never figures on a
church wedding.
t'onstipaticn causes and seriously aggra
vates many diseases. It is thoroughly cured
by Dr. Fierce’s Pellets. Tiny sugar-coated
grauules. Adv.
Crusty.
‘‘Your hair is falling out." said the
barber.
"Yes,” replied the crusty customer.
“You see my skull is so hard that it
can’t fall in.”
Not Unlikely.
“Well, my boy,” said the visitor to
Bobby, "I suppose some day you ex
pect to step into your father’s shoes?”
"Oh, I suppose so,” said Bobby,
gloomily. “I been wearin' out every
thin’ else he wears since mother
learned how to cut ’em down for me.”
—Harper's Weekly.
Automobile Aroma.
Farmer Hiram was mending the
front fence when an automobile
whizzed past, emitting a trail of blue
smoke from its oil-choked engine.
Farmer Hiram's hand went to his
nose. When the car had disappeared
far down the lane and the smell had
died away he ventured to address the
hired man.
"Sam.” he said, "they may be swell
city fellers an’ all that; but they cer
tainly was smokin’ some vile see
gars.”
Queen Victoria Detested Tobacco.
The number of smoking rooms now
distributed over Windsor castle
would considerably astonish Queen
Victoria could she but see them. Her
late majesty could never bring herself
to do more than tolerate the weed in
any form, and the smoking room was
always relegated to a very distant
part of her various residences. N'or
were the guests permitted to solace
themselves with a quiet smoke in
their own apartments, as on their ar
rival they were spwialy warned not
to do so.
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Ready
Cooked
Meals
are rapidly growing in pop
ular favor.
Post
Toasties
served either with cream or
good milk, or preserved fruit,
make a most appetizing dish
for breakfast, dinner, or sup
per.
These delicious toasted
flaky bits of white corn have
a delicate taste that is very
pleasing at this time cf year.
Post Toasties are economi
cal, make less work for the
busy housewife and please
everyone at the table.
“The Memory Lingers”
Sold by Grocers everywhere
Postum Cereal Co., Ltd.,
Battle Creek, Mich.