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HORACE ffiVZELTINE Lorciia COPY/P/G/iT, J9/2, A C YYTCJLL/PC &. COL ' JQ SYNOPSIS. Robert Cameron, capitalist, consults Philip Clyde, newspaper publisher, re garding anonymous threatening letters he baa received. The first promises a sample of the writer's power on a certain day. On that day the head is mysteriously cut from a portrait of Cameron while the lat- j ter is in the room. Clyde has a theory *hat the portrait was mutilated while the room was unoccupied and the head later removed by means of a string, unnoticed by Cameron. Evelyn Grayson. Cameron’s niece, with whom Clvdo i° in love, finds the head of Cameron’s portrait nailed to a tree, where it was had heeit used as a target. Clyde pledges Evelyn to secrecy. Clyde learns that a Chinese boy employed bv Phiiatus Murphy, an artist living nearby, had borrowed a rifle from Cam erons’ iodgekeepr. Clyde makes an ex rti.se to call on Murphy and is repulsed He pretends to be investigating alleged infractions of the game laws and speaks of finding the bowl of an opium pipe un der the tree where Cameron’s portrait was found. The Chinese bov is found dead next morning. While visiting Cam eron In his dressing room a Nell Gwynne mirror is mysteriously shattered. Cameron becomes seriously 111 as a result of the sh irk. The third letter appears mysteri ously on Cameron’s sick bed. It makes direct threats against the life of Cameron. Clyde tells Cameron the envelope was empty. He tells Evelyn everything and plans to take Cameron on a yacht trlp^ The yacht picks up a fisherman found drifting helplessly in a boat. He gives the name of Johnson Cameron disap pears from vacht while Clyde’s back is turned. A fruitless search is made for a motor boat seen by the captain just be fore Cameron disappeared. Johnson Is al lowed to go after bring closely questioned. Kvelyn takes the letters to an expert in Chinese literature, who pronounces them of Chinese origin. Clyde seeks assistance from a Chinese fellow college student, who recommends him to Yip Sing, most prominent Chinaman in New York. The latter promises to seek information of Cameron amonc his countrymen. Amona «’amoron's letters Is found one from one Addison, who speaks of seeing Cameron In Pekin. Cameron had frequently de ,-lareo to Clyde that he had never been In China. Clyde calls on Or. Addison, CHAPTER XIII.—Continued. "This isn't anything likq beriberi. Is it, doctor?” T began. My ideas cf the disease I mentioned were of the haziest character. I knew, however, that it was common in the Orient, and thither I would lead him. “Oh, no. Mr. Clyde.” he answered, suavely enough, now. "Beri-beri is merely the eastern name for multiple , neuritis. You haven t a neuritis or | you would know it. I saw a great deal of beri-beri in China and on the Malay peninsula.” J "Do I remember to have heard Cam eron say he contracted it in the east? I asked, plunging for a connection. "I don’t recall that Cameron ever had it,” was his response. And then his brow grew thoughtful. “Are you sure he told you that he had, and that he was attacked while in—in Asia?” I noted his hesitation over fixing the place, and wondered. At all events I had arrested his interest. Purposely I adopted a tone of uncertainty. “N-u-no. I can't say definitely. But I had an impression that—" And there 1 paused. When I continued it was with the direct question: "Do you hap pen to know, doctor, whether Cameron was ever in Peking? It seems to me It was—” ”1 do know that he was in Peking,” he interrupted, almost savagely. He was in Peking, in September, 1903. To be exact, he was there on the four teenth day of that month. I have rea son to know it—a particular reason to know it." After all. how easily the information I craved had come to me! And yet •1 would have been glad to hear the contrary; for Cameron had assured me, in all solemnity, that he had never been in China, and it jarred upon my conception of the man’s character to discover that he had tried to deceive me. 1 could only conclude that his purpose was praiseworthy. But Dr. Addison had not finished. “Tell me!” he was demanding, ea gerly. "Tell me! 1 have excuse for asking. Has he ever admitted to you that he was there?" l "Now I come to think of it,” I re turned, “he hasn't. But I had the in formation from some one, I am pretty sure.” With an effort the physician com manded himself. When he spoke again he was comparatively composed. “Mr. Clyde,” he said apologetically, "I am not given to discussing personal matters with my patients, but the fact that you and Cameron are friends, and the fact that this subject has come up, make it almost imperative, 1 suppose, that I should explain brief ly the feeling I have just exhibited. Five years ago Rob Cameron and I ■were about as near counterparts of Damon and Pythias as ever existed. While Cameron was in Europe, 1 had an opportunity to go around the world with a patient. We dawdled a good deal, and, you understand how uncer tain correspond* nee is under those circumstances. 1 never knew just where 1 should be at any given time Consequently, a number of letters were missed by both of us. I was still thinking of Cameron as in England or on the European continent, when lo and behold, 1 saw him one morning, hurrying along the principal street of the inner city of Peking. I don’t know whether you have ever been there or not, but if you have, you know what that thoroughfare is. It was all bustle and activity that day, end about as crowded as Broadway at the noon hour, but with much more picturesque and contrasting currents of individuals and vehicles. I was in a carriage, myself, and Cameron was afoot, walking in the opposite direction. As we passed each other, he did not seem to see me, though I called to him loudly. This, however, did not surprise me, for there was an ungodly racket in progress. Instantly. I had the carriage turned ahout, but before I could overtake him, he was lost in the crowd. I was leaving Pe king that afternoon, and so had no chance to look him up. I wrote him afterwards and told him of the inci dent, and how I regretted having to £0 a» »v without exchanging at least^ a word with him. To my amazement he not only denied having been in Peking, but in the Chinese empire at all. When we met in London, the fol lowing spring, and I recalled the mat ter, asking why he had refused to admit what I knew to be the truth, he became icily indignant; and that was the beginning of the end. If I had conceded the possibility of mis take on my part, all might have been well, I suppose; but there was no such possibility. I had known Cameron for twenty-odd years, and I could not have made an error. I had seen him dis tinctly, clearly, at midday in the open. It was he beyond all peradventure, and from that time to this I have been unable to conceive why he lied to me. and why he chose to end our friend ship rather than admit what was in dubitable fact.” His explanation finished, he reached for a pen, and, as he dipped it in the I ink, he added: “I trust you will pardon me, Mr. Clyde. 1 have detained you.” “You have interested me," I assured him. "And that more than I can tell you.” Which was quite true; yet I was even more perplexed than inter ested. To the maze of circumstances there was now added another baffling feature. Dr. Addison handed me the prescrip tion he had written. “After meals, and at bedtime,” he directed, with a return to his profes sional manner. “If you do not find yourself much better at the end of a week, come in again." On the sidewalk I tore the little square of paper into bits which the wind carried in a tiny flurry across Madison avenue. CHAPTER XIV. The Dark of Doyers Street. At one o'clock that day, Evelyn i Grayson joined me at luncheon at ' Sherrv's. She had been in no mood ! to wait any longer than was absolutely j necessary for tidings of my visit to Dr. Addison; and, moreover, she had news of her own which she was j anxious to convey to me. 1 have often wondered why It is j that the 1-told-you-so passion is inher- j ent in all women. There are those who manage to control it with ad- i mirable success under average circum stances. but soooner or later, even the most courageous battlers against this maternal heritage succumb, and in- i dulge in a sort of disguised orgy of j reproach. Evelyn might have told me. for in- j stance, that Captain MacLeod, after careful investigation, had been unable to discover either hair or hide of Pe- I ter Johnson in Gloucester or else- ; where, and stopped there. That is what a man would have done. But, altogether admirable though she was, the eternal feminine was strong with in her. Therefore It was incumbent ( upon her to add; “It doesn’t surprise me, Philip. When you told me how you picked that man up, I was confident that he was floating out there in your path just for that very purpose.” I had no inclination to dispute the point with her. That was the most painful part of it. I knew that she was right—that in putting Peter John son ashore, instead of in irons, I had committed an ert-or that might prove irremediable. But why couldn’t she see that I realized it, and was smart ing under my own condemnation, and so have spared me this added torture of hers? Why? Because she was her mother’s daughter. That is the only answer. As for my Interview with “Pythias" : Addison, we discussed it in all its j phases, without reaching anything like a definite conclusion. Taking ev- 1 erything into consideration the evi- j dence certainly seemed convincing that Cameron, in spite of his denials, had been in China in 1903. And yet we could not reconcile this with that almost fanatical love of truth which we knew to be his. “Couldn't Dr. Addison have been mistaken?” Evelyn asked. “It is possible, of course," I an swered. “Yet Cameron's face and fig ure are not of a common type. Be sides, I don't believe in doubles. I have heard of so-called wonderful like nesses, but I have never seen any that would deceive a friend of twenty years’ standing.” A little later she Inquired whether the detective engaged to shadow Phi letus Murphy had furnished a report. “Yes,” 1 told her, “it came in my morning's mail. Murphy is still at Cos Cob. He didn’t leave his bunga low all day yesterday, and he had i no callers.” “I’m crazy to know what you learn tonight from Yup Sing.” she went on. eagerly. "Oh, how I do hope it will give us some hint! It seems terrible to think of Uncle Robert in the hands of those unconscionable Chinamen. And, Philip, don’t you think you had better take some one with you? I suppose Mr. Yup is to be trusted, but at the same time, you must remember you are going into the enemy's camp, and you should be careful.” But I laughed at the notion of tak ing a body-guard. “I’m to meet him at nine o'clock,” I told her, “in a public restaurant. Be sides, there’ll be a crowd of those ‘Seeing New York’ people down there about that time, and Chinatown will be on its best behavior. So never fear, little girl. Do you want me to tele phone you when I get uptown? You know I’m going to stop tonight at ay rooms in the Loyalton.” “Of course I want you to telephone me,” she returned, emphatically. “It shouldn’t take you very long to hear what Mr Yup has to tell, should It? I shall be expecting you to call me up between ten and half-past, or by elev en at the latest; so don't dare to go for supper first.” “As If I could think of supper,” I said, looking at her in a way I had, “when I might i>e hearing your voice!” Could I have foreseen what the night was to bring forth I certainly should have discouraged her waiting for my message. Hut the power of pre vision is given to few of us, and of those few I am not one. Assuredly I had no misgivings as, after dining at the University club that evening, I stepped into an elec tric hansom and gave the driver the address of the Doyers street restau rant. Whatever it may have been in the past, I believed the Chinatown of the present to be, outwardly at least, a reasonably law'-abiding section of the borough of Manhattan. And was not I that night the guest of one of its most honored citizens? What, there fore, had I to fear? On the contrary, as we turned from the Bowery into that little semicircu lar thoroughfare which is perhaps the most characteristic of Chinatown’s three principal streets, I was pleas antly interested. This was quite a different place from that which I had visited the afternoon before. Then, a sort of brooding quiet reigned over what was so ordinary as to be scarce ly distinctive; for that part of Mott street on which the Yup Sing estab lishment is located, I have since learn ed, is merely one of the gates of the real Chinatown, of which Doyers street is the heart and center—and which awakens only after nightfall. Now the place was alive and alight. Narrow roadway and still narrower sidewalks were thronged with a com bination of denizens and sightseers. Shop fronts and upper windows glow ed with varying degrees of brightness. From the Chinese theater on the left came a bedlam of inharmonious sounds: the brazen crash of cymbals, the squeaking of raucous stringed in struments. the resounding clangor of a gong. Voices high-pitched and voices guttural, mingled with hoarse and strident laughter, echoed from wall to wall of the street’s encroaching squalid buildings. Before the least unpretentious of al! these structures, my hansom stopped, and as I stepped to the curb I got a glimpse of its banner and lantern strung balcony, giving to the street a touch of color that helped to lift it into an atmosphere which, if not Oriental, was at least vividly un-Amer ican. Finding now that I had anticipated my appointment by something like ten minutes I chose to watch further the kaleidoscopic scene without, rather than pass the time waiting at a table within; and to this end took up a posi tion of vantage on the restaurant’s low step. Whether I am more or less keenly observant than the average man I do ' not know. Probably any one as fas cinated by the general scene as was I, 1 would have noted as closely its indi- ! vidual elements. I am not sure. But the truth is that in a very few mo ments 1 had acquired a mental photo graph of the opposite side of the street, in so far as it came within my direct vision. In other words every j detail of the background of the mov- ! ing picture before me was indelibly j printed upon my mind's retina. There was the playhouse, with its plain, rec tangular doorway, unadorned, save by a quartet/e of rude signs; two above, slanting jutward. and one on either Bide, all announcing “Chinese Thea ter,” and one giving the current at traction in Chinese characters, with the added notice. "Seats reserved for Americans.” To the left of this was a quick lunch restaurant, with white painted bulk window, beneath which a pair of cellar doors spread invitingly, one of them resting against a conven tional American milk can. On the theater’s right was a laundry, dim and evil-looking, two pipe-smoking celes tials decorating its low step. And be yond this was tile wide opening to a basement, above which, in white Homan lettering on a black ground, 1 read the legend: “Hip Sing Tong.” Again and again my gaze persisted in returning to this sign and the dim ly lighted cavern beneath it. The place held for me the inexpressible, unfathomable charm of the mysteri ous, beside which the heathenish racket of the theater across the way, the sinister aspect of the dismal laun dry and its pair of pipe-smoking guar dians, even the constantly changing procession of varied types in roadway and on sidewalks, exerted but meager allure. \ From time to time dark, silent fig ures glided vaguely into view only to disappear within this maw of mystery. Once, while I watched, I had seen a figure issue forth to be lost again in stantly in the distant gloom of the curving street. Now, reverting once more to this magnet, after a moment’s truancy, my eyes were rewarded by sight of another slowly emerging form, silhouetted nebulously against the dusk. At the head of the steps it paused, uncertainly, and then, instead of glid ing swiftly away in the direction of Pell street as did the other, it turned in my direction, passing almost at onoe into the comparatively glowing radius of the street lamp opposite. I saw then that It was a man, thin to emaciation, round-shouldered, and crooked limbed. Whether some one Jostled him, or a voice from the road way startled him, I don’t know. But for some reason he turned his head suddenly, and the light from the lamp fell full upon a face, stubble-bearded, deep-lined, and repellent, the face not of a Chinaman but of a white man; a face into which I had looked but twice, and then but for a brief mo ment; yet a face as indelibly fixed in my memory as were the grim fronts of the buildings new behind it—the face of Peter Johnson, the pretended castaway. I think I must have had it in mind to pick him up bodily and carry him away with me that I might by inquisi torial torture wring from him a con fession. Otherwise I should have adopted a less eager and more subtle method of bringing the miscreant to book than that which 1 rashlv at tempted. Ilefore I considered the sit uation I was across the street and at ! his heels. My finger tips, indeed, were at his shoulder. In the fraction of a second I should have had him gripped and have beeu hustling him through the crowd as my prisoner. But at the instant of seeming success, he eluded me. In some strange way he caught alarm and, shrinking be neath my hand, darted sinuously off. between this pedestrian and that, with the flashing speed of a lizard. But, though he escaped my clutch, my eyes were more nimble. With them I followed him until 1 saw him drop between the cellar doors which gaped beneath the white bulk window of the quick lunch room. And where my eyes went, I went after. Another brief moment and, without thought or heed, I was plunging in pursuit down that short, steep flight of steps—plung ing from a lighted, peopled, noisy pub lic street into the collied gloom and grim silence of a low underground basement. And, as misfortune would have it, I must needs catch n>y heel on the edge of one of the treads, and go sprawling on my hands and knees: while a poignant pain shooting cruelly through my ankle told me that a sprain was added to my mishap. For a minute I lay as I had fallen, prone and motionless; and in that space I realized the foolhardiness of my whole course of action. My very Intrepidity had contributed to disaster. Instead of accomplishing a capture I had cast myself, disabled, Into the mesh of the enemy. The inky darkness and profound si lence of the place augmented, of course, my apprehension. In vain I strained my eyes to distinguish an ob ject, my ears to detect a sound, yet I knew that the uncanny creature I had followed must be close to me; lurking, possibly, with raised or pointed weapon to mete out my fate once he made sure of my position. The minute—it could hardly have been more, though, as I think of it, it seemed infinitely prolonged—ended in a sound above and behind me. Very softly, carefully, some one was closing the cellar doors. Stealthily muffled though it was, the faint creaking of the hinges shattered the spell which held me, and in spite of mv tortured ankle, I managed to gain my feet. But by now the silence reigned once again and in the engulfing blackness I lost all sense of direction. The suspense of the moment was unendurable. To stand there waiting, not knowing when or from what quar ter I should be set upon, was nervous torment so hideous that in sheer des peration I plucked my match box from my pocket, drew forth a match and struck it to a blaze. As it flared forth. Centenary of the Trouser It Was Napoleon’s Victorious Legions Who Brought That Garment Into Fashion. As nearly as can be ascertained It j Is a hundred years since Napoleon Bonaparte's soldiers introduced the old-sew style of leg wear which speed ily secured recognition as the distinc tively masculine garment of civilians throughout two continents. In 1S14—the year before Waterloo _It was related as a current news item of some importance that the great duke of Wellington had been re fused admittance to Alme.ck’s in Lon don, because he presented himself wearing trousers instead of the con S ventional breeches which the dress 1 regulations then in vogue demanded. As a matter of historical fact trous ers have been worn by various races and by both sexes in all the ages of : which any authentic records exist. | Generally speaking, trousers were re ; garded in ancient times as symbolical of inferiority or effeminacy. In the triumphal processions of the Caesars, for example, prisoners of war wore them as a sign of defeat, while the sturdy legs of Roman’s victorious le gions were bare below the bottom of the skirted or kilted coat of mail. For the last hundred years or there about trousers have been widely rec ognized as the garments of authority, the outward and visible sign of the stronger sex, says the American Tail or and Cutter. But that position has not been won or maintained without a struggle. Many attempts have been made to trample down the tyranny of trousers, as their rule has been called; many times has their superiority been challenged. But so far their position remains secure. Woman Bank President. Mrs. Elizabeth Davidson has the dis tinction of being the only woman bank president in the state of Maine and the fourth in this country. The bank was founded 19 years ago and for 12 years continued under the same man agement and in the same small rented room. The first president dying, the directors elected Mrs. Davidson tc take his place. I\. vB« such a small matter that they were willing to trust it to a woman. Mrs. Davidson went into the business with such vim that the deposits increased from hundreds to thousands and tens of thousands From one rented room the bank quar ters increased steadily, and a short time ago It was moved into a fine new building erected for it. Mrs. Davidson attends every meeting of the directors and keeps in close touch with every detail of the business. Truth About Proud Man. "When p. woman gets frightened at night she just pulls the bed clothes over her head, says she is terrified out of her wits, and goes to sleep." says one who knows, "but with a man it is different. He says he is not afraid, pushes the clothes down and lies trembling awake for two or three hours, straining his ears at every sound.” Not Again. Hias (who has been punished sev eral times for malicious mischief, reading on the fire-alarm box. "Break the glass!") —"No. no! You can't foo me!”—Fiiegende Blaetter (Munich' routing the shadows In disorderly, 11 but temporary, retreat, I made quick searching survey of my dungeon. To my amazement I was apparently quite alone. Relieved, in a measure at least, I employed another match and still an other, hobbling painfully about the grimy, low-ceiled basement, in diligent inspection. My first thought was that Johnson was in hiding, and having lo cated me by my own lighted matches, waited now only an opportunity tc throw himself upon me from behind But I very sofcn discovered that he had fled. Evidently he had retraced his steps up the rude ladder to the street, closing the doors after him tc check my further pursuit. The place into which 1 had followed him was evidently a Chinese candj manufactory and cake bakery. To the right of the entrance were rows ol shelves containing jars of what I recognized as sweetmeats peculiar tc the celestial. In a large bowl on a rough table or counter was the granu lated flour with which these confec tions are invariably powdered; and here, too, were boxes of round, jumbie like cakes. I saw now that the space upon which 1 had fallen was so re stricted that l wondered how it was possible for my quarry to have reach ed the steps and reascended without touching me or at least acquainting me with his movement. And I mar veled. too, that twisting my ankle as I did, 1 had not plunged at a slant and struck my head upon one or anothei of the crowding tables and boxes witb which the cramped basement was fur nished. My third match disclosed a narrow door in the broad partition at the rear and fancying that perhaps the elusive Peter Johnson had escaped by that means while I was getting to my feet, 1 lost no time in seeking to investigate what was beyond. I was somewhat sur prised to find the door unfastened Once open, it revealed a smaller anti more crowded room, warm and fetid into which were packed no less that half a dozen barrels of raw and cook ed peanuts, arranged about a low stove on which a peanut-filled caul dron was slowly steaming. Curiously interesting as all this would have been under ordinary cir cumstances, I experienced only a sur prised relief, for with my injured an kle I was in no fettle to cope with even the weakest adversary. Indeed now that this easement was afforded me. my sprain suddenly asserted itself with renewed exacerbation, sharp twinges of pain shooting to my knee and demanding instant relief. In front of the low' stove I had no ticed a stool, and for this I groped with the eagerness of the drowning 1 man after a straw. To my joy I laid j hands upon it, and drawing it nearet | sank down with a sigh of gratificatior comparable only to that with which a Marathon victor drops to earth after j a hotly-contested race. Gradually, now that my weight was removed, the pain lessened, and ? sense of comfort ensued. Content j ment enfolded me, which, if I thought of it at all. 1 attributed. I suppose, tc the reaction from the agony which 1 had just been suffering. I remember thinking that I would rest a few min utes and then take my departure as 11 had entered, for I realized that cellar doors are fasteneil only from within and that there could, therefore, be nc impediment to my going when I chose I distinctly recall that I was con scious of a certain strange incongruity of situation, but could hardly compre hend in just what the incongruity con sisted. 1 knew only that I felt picas anlly warm and drowsy; and mj sprained ankle had ceased altogether to pain or annoy. And then, I was sailing in an oper boat in midoceau, and Peter Johnson in oilskins, sat at the helm, with a saturnine leer on his face, and tugged at brief intervals, always longer and stronger, upon what seemed to he the sheet, which had become wrapped around my throat and chest and which by degrees, was crushing my windpipe and lungs, so that my breath catn« only in sharp, shuddering, aching gasps. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Spring Clipping of Horses. The modern practice among the best posted and most progressive horse owners and farmers is to clip all horses in the spring. It is done on the theory that in their natural state horses were not obliged to work, so could shed the winter coat in comfort over a period of several weeks. Since we oblige them to do hard work on warm spring days, the winter coat should be removed for the same reason that we lay off our heavy winter garments. Clipped horses dry off rapidly, hence they do not take cold as easily nor are they as prone to be affected with other ailments as un dipped animals whose longer hair holds the perspiration for hours. Because clipped horses dry off rapidly they rest better, get more good from their food and come out in the morning refreshed and fit for work. Since the advent of the ball bearing en closed gear clipping machine, the work of taking off the winter coat is easy. AVith the machine a horse can be clipped all o\er in half an hour, whereas with the old two hand clipper it required several hours to do it. Dairymen also now dip the cows all over two or three times a year. The flanks and udders are dipped every three or four weeks, so it is easy to dean the parts be fore milking. This means less opportunity for dirt and other impurities to get into the milk. The best of men are sometimes worsted—and that’s no yarn. Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup for Children teething, softens the gums, reduces inflamma tion, allays pain,cures wind colic,25c a bottleJWv Many a slow man develops into a sprinter when he has a chance to run into debt. Dr.Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets re^ulntenndInvig orate stomach, liver ami bowels, Sugar-coated, tiny granules, easy to take as candy. Adv. His Favorite Paper. “What is your favorite illustrated paper?" asked the Cheerful Idiot. “The ten dollar bill,” replied the Boob. Disagreeable. “He is the most disagreeable man I know!” “Ves, he told me he had to ask you three times for five dollars you had borrowed." Menu Revision. “How is it there's roast hare on the menu again today?" Waitress—Well, it ate the canary yesterday. Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle of OASTOItlA, a safe and sure remedy for Infants and children, and see that it Bears the Signature of In Use For Over 3(fYears /j - Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria Bright Work. “I have here a handy article that sells for 10 cents," began the caller. "Don't want it,” snapped the woman. “I didn't think you would buy it,” said the caller as he turned to go. “The lady across the street told me your husband never gave you any money.” "She did, eh?" exploded the woman. “Give me five of those things you are selling. My husband gives me more money in a day than that old cat gets in a month.”—Exchange. Record Breaker. “I hope you like your work, my lad,” said the benignant elderly person to an errand boy as they waited to cross a street. "Men who take pride in their work are the men who suc ceed.” “Oh, I’m a record-breaker, the man ager says.” "That's the way for a boy to talk. Tell me how you do better than other boys.” ‘T take longer to carry a message than any of them.” Solvent A certain man found himself in the possession of $11,000,000. But he did not lose his head. On the contrary. "I will pay only so much for a car,” he firmly declared, ‘‘as will leave of the $11,000,000 a sum sufficient, if prudently invested in the funds, to de fray the cost of having the thing around." And though in that resolution he paid so little for a car that his wife would scarcely speak to him. his sense of financial solvency was his ample reward.—Puck. CLEAR HEADED Head Bookkeeper Must Be Reliable. The chief bookkeeper in a large business house in one of our great Western cities speaks of the harm coffee did for him. (Tea is just as injurious because it contains caffeine, the same drug found in coffee.) ‘‘My wife and I drank ohr first cup of Postum a little over two years ago and we have used it ever since, to the entire exclusion of tea and coffee. It happened in this way: “About three and a half years ago I had an attack of pneumonia, which left a memento in the shape of dys pepsia, or rather, to speak more cor rectly, neuralgia of the stomach. My ‘cup of cheer’ had always been coffee or tea, but I became convinced, after a time, that they aggravated my stom ach trouble. I -happened to mention the matter to my grocer one day and he suggested that I give Postum a trial. “Next day it came, but the cook made the mistake of not boiling it suf ficiently, and we did not like it much. This was, however, soon remedied, and now we like it so much that we will never change back. Postum, be ing a food beverage instead of a drug, has been the means of banishing my stomach trouble, I verily believe, for I am a well man today and have used no nedicine. •‘^7 work as chief bookkeeper in our Co.’s branch house here is of a very confining nature. During my cof fee-drinking days I was subject to nervousness and ‘the blues’. These have left me since I began using Post urn. and I can conscientiously recom mend it to those whose work confines them to long hours of severe mental exertion.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. "There’s a reason,” and it is ex plained in the little book, "The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. Ever read the above' letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest. Adv. I TTrair pwwims Backache Rheumatism Kidneys and Bladder Contain* No Habit Forming Drug! Nebraska Directory Byers Brothers & Co. Livestock Commission SOUTH OMAHA FOR HIGHEST PRICES SHIP TO Wood Bros. 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