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rPAN BY JOHN BEECKENMDGE ELLIS iTt't ILLUSTRATIONS BY' ' iMc i v. o • mwiN • myers SYNOPSIS. Fran arrives at Hamilton Gregory’s home in Ldtlleburg. but finds him absent conducting the choir at a camp meeting. .She repairs thither in search of him, laughs during the service and is asked to leave. Abbott Ashton, superintendent of schools. escorts Fran from the tent. He tells her Gregory Is a wealthy man. deeply interested in charity work, and a jptllar of the church. Ashton becomes greatly Interested In Fran and while tak ing leave of her. holds her hand and is seen by Sapphira Clinton, sister of Rob ert Clinton, chairman of the school board. :Fran tells Gregory she wants a home with him. Grace Noir. Gregory's private secretary, takes a violent dislike to Fran .and advines her to go away at once. Fran hints at a twenty-year-oid secret, ■and Gregory In agitation asks Grare to leave the room. Fran relates the story ■of how Gregory married a young girl at Springfield while attending college and then deserted her. Fran is the child of that marriage. Gregory had married ids present wife three years before the death ■of Fran's mother. Fran takes a liking to Mrs. Gregory. Gregory explains that Fran is the daughter of a very dear friend who is dead. I-ran agrees to the story. Mrs. Gergcry Insists on her making her home with them and takes her to her .arms The breach between Fran and Grace widens. It is decided that Fran must go to school. Grace shows persis tent interest in Gregory's story of his 'dead friend and hints that Fran may be an imposter. She threatens to marry Rob Clinton and leave Gregory's service, much to the latter's dismay. Fran declares that the secretary must go. CHAPTER IX. Skirmishing. Fran made no delay in planning her campaign against Grace Nolr. Now that her position in Hamilton Greg ory's household was assured, she re solved to seek support from Abbott Ashton. That is why, one afternoon, Abbott met her in the lower hall of the public school, after the other pu pils had gone, and supposed he was meeting her by accident. “Good evening. Nonpareil,” he said. ^ pleased that her name should have come to him at once. His attentive look found her different from the night of their meeting; she had lost her elf ish smile and with it the romance of the unknown and unexpected. Was it because, at half-past four, one’s charm is at lowest ebb? The Janitor was sweeping down the hall stairs. The very air was filled with dusty realism —Fran was no longer pretty; he had thought— Then you haven t forgotten me. murmured Fran. ‘‘No.” tie answered, proud of the fact. “Yon have made your home with Mr. Gregory. You are in Miss Bull’s class-room. I knew Mr. Gregory would befriend you—he’s one of the best men living. You should be very happy there.” “No.” said Fran, shaking her head decidedly, ‘‘not happy.” He was rather glad the janitor was sweeping them out of the house. "You must find it pretty hard,” he remarked, with covert reproach, “to keep from being happy.” “It isn’t at all hard for me," Fran assured him. as she paused on the front steps. “Really, it’s easy to be unhappy where Miss Grace Noir is.” It happened that just then the name Grace Noir was a sort of talisman opening to the young man’s vision the interior of wonderful treasure-caves; it was like crying “Sesame!” to the very rocks, for though he was not in love with Gregory’s secretary, he fancied the day of fate was not far ahead. , He had no time to seek fair and ro mantic ladies. Five years ago. Grace Noir had come from Chicago as if to spare him the trouble of a search. Fate seemed to thrust her between his eyes and the pages of his text books. Abbott never felt so unworthy as whe.n in her presence; an unerring instinct seemed to have provided her with an absolute standard of right and wrong, and she was so invariably light that no human affection was worthy of her unless refined seven times. Within himself, Abbott discovered dross “Try to be a good girl. Fran.” he counseled. “Be good, and your asso ciation with Miss Noir will prove the happiest experience of your life.-' “Be good." she returned mockingly, "and you will be Miss Noir." 'then she twisted her mouth. “She makes me fee! like tearing up things. 1 don’t like her. I hoped you’d be on my side.” He came down the nteps gravely. “She is my friend.” "I’m a good deul like you,” Fran ■declared, following. “I can like most anything and anybody; but I can t go 'that far Well, i don't like Miss Noir and she doesn’t like me—isn’t that fair?” “Examine yourself,” he advised, “and find out what it is in you that she doesn't like; then get rid of what you find.” "Huh!” Fran exclaimed, “I’m going to get rid of her, al! right.” He saw the old elfish smile now when he least wanted to see it, for it threatened the secretary, mocked the grave superintendent, and asserted the girl’s right to like whom she p'eased. Fran escaped, recognizing defeat; but on her homeward way, she was already preparing herself for the next move. So intent was she in estimat ing the forces of both sides, that she gave no heed to the watchful faces at cottage windows, she did not recog nize the infrequent passers-by, nor ob serve the occasional buggies that creaked along the rutted road. With Grace stood, of course, Hamilton Greg ory; and, judging from Bob Clinton’s regular visits, and his particular atten tions to Grace. Fran classed him also as a victim of the enemy. It now seemed that Abbott Ashton followed the flag N'oir; and behind these three leaders, massed the congregation of Walnut Street church, and presumably the town of Littleburg. Fran could count for her support an old bachelor with a weak heart, and an old lady with an ear-trumpet. The odds were terribly against her. The first light skirmish between Fran and Grace took place on Sunday. All the Gregory household were at late breakfast Sunday-school bells were ringing their first call, and there was not a cloud in the heavens as big as a man's hand, to furnish excuse for non-attendance. The secretary fired the first shot. Apropos of nothing that had gone be fore, but as if it were an integral part of the conversation, she ofTered—’And, Mrs. Gregory, it is so nice that you can go to church now, since, if Fran doesn’t want to go, herself— “Which she doesn't, herself,” Fran interjected. “So I presumed,” Grace remarked significantly. "Mrs. Gregory, Fran ■ i “Will You Please Excuse Me?” She Asked With Admirable Restraint. can btay with your mother—since she doesn't care for church—and you can attend services as you did when I first came to Littleburg.” "I am sure," Mrs. Gregory said qui etly, "that it would be much better for Fran to go to church. She ought to go—I don’t like to think of her stay ing away from the services—and my duty is with mother.” Grace said nothing, but the expres sion of her mouth seemed to cry aloud. Duty, indeed! What did Mrs. Gregory | know about duty, neglecting the God who had made her, to stay with an old lady who ought to be wheeled to church! Mrs. Gregory was willing for her husband to fight his Christian warfare alone. But alone? No! not while Grace could go with him. Gregory coldly addressed Fran: ‘Then, will you go to church?" It was as if he complained, "Since my I wife won't—” “1 might laugh,” said Fran. “I don’t j understand religion.” . Grace felt her purest ideals insulted. ! She rose, a little pale, but without 1 rudeness. "Will you please excuse me?” she asked with admirable re straint. "Miss Grace!" Hamilton Gregory ex claimed, disturbed. That she should be driven iron# his table by an insult to their religion was intolerable. "Miss Grace—forgive her.” Mrs. Gregory was pale, for she. too. had felt the blow. "Fran!" she ex claimed reproachfully. Old Mrs. Jefferson stared from the girl seated at the table to the erect secretary, and her eyes kindled with i admiration. Had Fran commanded the ] "dragon” to "stand?" Simon Jefferson held his head close ; to his plate, as if hoping the storm might pass over his head. "Don't go away!" Fran cried, cver come at sight of Mrs. Gregory's dis tress. "Sit down. Miss N’oir. Let me be the one to leave the room, since it isn't big enough for both of us.” She darted up. and ran to the head of the table. Mrs. Gregory buried her face in her hands. "Don’t you bother about me,” Fran coaxed; "to think of giving you pain, dear lady! I wouldn’t hurt you for anything in tjie world, and the per son who would isn't worthy of being touched by my foot,” and Fran stamped her foot. “If It'll make you a mite happier. I’ll go to church, and Sunday-school, and prayer meeting, and the young people’s society, and the Ladies’ Aid, and the missionary so ciety, and the choir practice, and the night service and—and—” She darted from the room. Grace looked at Gregory, seeming to ask him if, after this outrageous be- i havior, he would suffer Fran to dwell under his roof. Of course, Mrs. Greg ory did not count; Grace made no at tempt to understand this woman who, while seemingly of a yielding nature, could show such hardness, such a fixed purpose in separating herself from her husband's spiritual adventures. It made Grace feel so sorry for the hus band that she quietly resumed her place at the table. Grace was now more than ever re solved that, she would drive Fran away—it had become a religious duty. How could it be accomplished? The way was already prepared; the secre tary was convinced that Fran was an impostor. It was merely needful to prove that the girl was not the daugh ter of Gregory’s dead friend. Grace would have to delve Into the past, pos sibly visit the scenes of Gregory’s youth—but it would pay. She looked at her employer with an air suggest ing protection. Gregory's face relaxed on finding himself once more near her. Fortu nately for hi^ peace of mind, he could not read the purpose hidden behind those beautiful eyes. “I wonder," Simon Jefferson growled, “why somebody doesn’t badger me to go to church!” Indignant because Fran had fled the pleasing- fields of his interested vision, he paused, as if to invite antagonism. He announced, “This talk has excit ed me. If we can’t live and let live_ I’ll go and take my meals at Miss Sapphira Clinton’s.” No one dared to answer him, not even Grace. He marched into the gar den where Fran sat huddled upon a rustic bench. “• was just saying,” Simon told her ingratiatingly, “that if all this to-do over religion isn’t put a stop to, I’ll take my meals at the Clin tons’!" Fran looked up at him without mov ing her chin from her palms, and asked ! as she tried, apparently, to tie her feet into a knot, ’Tsn't that where Abbott Ashton boards?” “Do you mean Professor Ashton?” he returned, with subtle reproof. Fran, still dejected, nodded careless ly. “We’re both after the same man.” Simon lit the pipe which .his physi cian hpd warned him was bad for his heart. “Yes, Professor Ashton boards at the Clintons’." “Must be awfully jolly at the Clin tons’,” Fran saitT wistfully. CHAPTER X. i An Ambuscade. Fran's conception of the Clinton Boarding-House, the borne of jollity. '' (COPYRIGHT 1912 ^ BO BBS - M E R P l LL CO.) was not warranted by its real atmos phere. Since there were not many inhabitants of Littleburg detached from housekeeping. Miss Sapphira Clinton depended for the most part on “transients;" and, to hold such in subjection, preventing them from in dulging in that noisy gaiety to which "transients" are naturally inclined— just because they are transitory—the elderly spinster had developed an ab normal solemnity. This solemnity was not only benefi cial to “drummers" and “court men" acutely conscious of being away from home, but it helped her brother Bob. Before the charms of Grace Noir had penetrated bis thick skin, the popular Littleburg merchant was ’ as unman ageable as the worst. Before he grew accustomed to fall into a semi coma tose condition at the approach of Grace Noir, and, therefore, before his famous attempt to "get religion." the bachelor merchant often swore—not from aroused wrath, but from his pe culiar sense of humor. In those Anti Grace and heathen days. Bob, sitting on the long veranda of the green frame building, one leg swinging over the other knee, would say, “Yes, - it,” or, "No,-it,” as the case might be. It was then that the reproving protest of his sister's face would jelly in the fat folds of her double chin, helping, somewhat, to cover profanity with a prudent veil. Miss Sapphira liked a joke—or at least she thought so—as well as any body; but like a too-humorous author, she found that to be as funny as pos sible was bad for business. The "trav eling men were bad enough, needing to be reminded of their wives, whom they'd left at home, and, she'd be bound, had forgotten. But when one man, whether a traveler or not—even a staid young teacher like Abbott Ash ton, for instance—a young man who was almost like a son to her—when he secluded himself in the night-time— by himself? with another male? oh. “He Didn’t Have to Stand a-Holding Her Hand.” dear, no!—with a Fran, for example— what was the world coming to? “There they stood,” she told Bob. “the two of them, all alone on the foot-bridge, and it was after nine o'clock. If I hadn’t been In a hurry to got home to see that roomers didn’t set the house afire, not a soul would have seen the two colloguing.” “And it don't seem to have done you any good,” remarked her brother, who. having heard the tale twenty times, began to look upon the event almost a3 a matter of course. “You'd better not have saw them"—at an early age Bob had cut off his educa tion, and it had stopped growing at that very place. Perhaps he had been elected president of the school-board on the principle that we best appre ciate what does not belong to us. “My hom8 has been Abbott’s home." said Misi Sapphira, “since the death of his last living relation, and her a step, and it a mercy, for nobody could get along with her, and she wouldn't let people leave her alone. You know how fond I am of Abbott, but your position is very responsible. You could get rid of him by lifting your finger, and people are making lots of talk; It’s going to injure you. People don’t want to send their tender young innocent girls—they’re a mighty hard ened and knowing set, nowadays, though, I must say—to a superinten dent that stands on bridges of nights, holding hands, and her a young slip of a thing. His a-standing on that bridge." "He ain't stood there as often as I’ve been worried to death a-hearing of it,” growled the ungrateful Bob. who was immensely fond of Abbott. Miss Sapphira spoke with amazingly significant double nods between each word—"And . . I saw ... only . . . four . . . days ... ago—’’ She pointed at the school-house, which was almost directly across the street, its stone steps facing the long veranda. "They were the last to come out of that door. You may say she’s a mere child. Mere children arc not in Miss Bull'9 classes.” "But Abbott says the girl is far advanced.” “Far advanced! You may well say! I’ll be bound she is—and carrying on with Abbott on the very school-house steps. Yes, I venture she is advanced. You make me ashamed to hear you.” Bob tugged at his straw-colored mustache; he would not swear, for whatever happened, he was resolved to lead the spiritual life. "See here, Sapphira, I’m going to tell you some thing. I had quite a talk with Abbott about that bridge-business—after you’d spread it all over town, sis—and if you’ll believe me, she waylaid him on those school-steps. He didn’t want I to talk to her. Why, h? left her stand ing there. She made him mad. rind ing fault with the very folks that have taken her up. He’s disgusted. That night at the camp-meeting, he had to take her out of the tent—he was asked to do it—” “H? didn't have to stand, a-holding her hand.” i "—And as soort as he’d shown her the way to Brother Gregory’s, he t ame on back to the tent. I saw him in the aisle.” “And she whistled at me,” cried Miss Sapphira—“the limb!” "Now, listen, Sapphira, and quit goading. Abbott says that Miss Bull is having lots of trouble with Frau—” "See that, now!” —Because Fran won t get her les sons. being contrary—” "I wish you could have seen her whistling at me, that night.” “Hold on. So this very evening Miss Bull is going to send her down to Abbott's office to be punished, or dismissed. This very evening he wants me to be over there while he takes her in hand." "Abbott is going to punish that girl?" cried Miss Sapphira; “going to take her in band? What do you mean by 'taking her in hand’? She is too old! Robert, you make me blush." “You ain't a-blushing, Sapphira.” her brother assured her, good-natured ly, “you're suffering from the hot weather. Yes. he’s to punisli her at four o'clock, and I’m to'be present, to stop all this confoun—I mean this un godly gossip.” “You'd better wear your spectacles, Bob, so you'll look old and settled. I'm not always sure of you, either.” "Sapphira, if t hadn't joined the church. I’d say—” He threw up his hand and clenched his fist as if he had caught an oath and meant to hold it tight. Then his honest face beamed. “See here, I’ve got an idea. Suppose you make it a point to be sitting out here on the veranda at about half-past four, or five. You’ll see Fran ccme sneaking out of that door like a whipped kitten. She'll look everlast ingly wilted. I don't know whether Abbott will stuff her full of fractions and geography, or make her stand in a corner—but you’ll see her wilted (TO BE CONTINUED.) Storekeepers in Difficulties. A number of shopkeepers were summoned at the Grimsby police court recently for contravening the closing order under the shops acr They com plained that they had difficulty in un derstanding what they could and could not sell. One of .the defendants admitted selling soap tq a man who was very dirty. "Thinking cleanliness was next to godliness, I let him have a packet,” said th« defendant.—Lon don Mall. TRAGEDY TURNED TO COMEDY British Officer Tells How Snuff Saved Him From a Hungry Indian Tigress. A comedy which came very near to tragedy id related by a gallant of ficer of the Bengal Lancers, now home on furlough. Hero is the strange true story in the soldier's own words: “1 was out for a day in the jungle, and had had rather poor sport. Lying down for a bit of a rest upon some rank dry grass on the edge of a wood in the afternoon, I was seized from behind without a moment’s warning by a huge tigress, which had got my scent and silently tracked me down. “She seized me by the breast of the coat with her great teeth, and quickly shook me into a state of unconsclous uegg. Of course, I thought it was all tip with me. “But no. Before long 1 made a startling recovery- Hardly realizing for a while where I was and what had happened. I heard a little distance a peculiar noise, as it someone was sneezing violently. It was the terrible tigress. "I rubbed my still somewhat dazed eyes, and then discerned the great beast slinking away, sneezing all the time, and every naw and again emit ting a frightful roar. “Only when she had got clean out of sight did the strange truth dawn upon me. The tigress, in shaking me preparatory to finishing me off. had jerked my recently replenished snuff bos open from my jacket pocket, and received the contents full in her face and eye3. Hence the sudden retreat and my salvation.” Language Intricacies. Richard Grant White in his “Words and Their Uses,” says. “Transpire means to breathe through, and so to pass off insensibly- The identical word exists in French, in which lan guage it is equivalent of our perspire, which also means to breathe through, and so to pass off insensibly. The Frenchman says J’ai beaucoup tran spire ' (I have much perspired)— in fact, transpire and perspire are etymologically as near perfect syn onyms as the nature of language per mits; the latter, however, has by com mon consent been set apart in English to express the passage of a watery secretion through the skin, while the former is properly used only in a fig urative sense to express the passage of knowledge from a limited circle to publicity.'' Makes America Seem Niggardly. Compared with the salary and al lowances of the president of France, the pay of the president of the Uni ted States almost sinks into insignfi cance. The French president enjoys some petits benefices apart from the $240,000 he draws yearly as salary and alowances. Supplies of vegetables for his table come from the kitchen gar dens at Versailles, fruits from the or chards of Fontainebleau, game from the state forests and hay for his horses from the meadows of Ram bouillet. Moreover, the state pays the wages of his table hands and his coachman, but not his chauffeurs, and his naval and military equerries are maintained by the ministries of war and marine. I • r" r.;.. SHAKING HANDS WITH FACES Lackaye Said John Drew’s Was Only One With Which That Could Be Done. Joseph Jefferson- and Wilton Lack aye were in the same company one season. It was the custom of Mr. Jef ferson to respond to curtain calls and make a speech to the audience. He enjoyed it, and-the audience enjoyed it also. Mr. Lackayei however, al ways contended that an actor should pot step out of his part in this man i ner. One night after Mr. Jefferson had made his speech and was going to his dressing-room he met Lackaye. "Well, Wilton," said Jefferson, “how did I do tonight?" "Oh.” replied Lackaye. “the same old story. You went out before the audience and made the usual blun der.” “Blunder!” exclaimed Jefferson. '■What did I do or say that you would call a blunder?” ‘‘Whf,” said Lackaye, “you said, ’As I look into your faces, I feel that I should like to shake bands with each and every oue.’ ” “Well, what's wrong with that?" asked Jefferson. “It's perfectly absurd.” retorted I.ackaye. “The only face that I ever saw that you could shake hands with is John Drew's.’,'—Lippincott's. She Didn’t Intend To. A middle aged couple, made sud denly rich through an unexpected turn of fortune’s wheel, were visiting the senator from their district a this Washington residence. At breakfast the first morning aft er ttieir arrival, the woman, nervously trying to chip off the top of her egg with her knife, attacked the problem with so much zeal that the egg was knocked out of the cup and rolled un der the table. Not knowing just what the proper thing to do under the circumstances was, she nudged her husband. "Hank! Hank!” she whispered. “1 have dropped an egg. What shall I do?” "Don’t cackle," came the matter-of fact reply. THE DREADED ANGLER FISH Monster of Deep Cause Fishermen ■ Much Trouble—One Caught With too Tongs. New York.—Great numbers of the dreaded angler fish have recently ap peared in the North and East rivers and have been seen floundering in the mud flats around Staten island. These giant fish, which weigh from 40 to 200 pounds, are much dreaded by the fish ermen, for they open their capacious mouths almost as wide as their stom achs and gulp down great quantities of smail fish They also destroy the nets of the fishermen and render nc equivalent service to the piscatorial world, as they are entirely uselesj commercially. In addition to th« name angler the fish i3 entitled to bt called goose fish, fishing frog and all Goosefish Caught With Ice Tongs. mouth, the last referring to the cu rious structure which makes it appear that the entire interior of the creature is open like a bag when the mouth has been opened to the widest extent. The angler is a particularly ugly and ferocious inhabitant of salt waters. It came by its name of fishing frog be cause the enormous size of its head, in proportion to its body, suggests the appearance of a frog. The angler has no scales, but is fur nished with fringes about the jawrs, which are brightly colored and with I which it is supposed to lure other fish. [ The fish is found along the American coast from Nova Scotia to Barbados ! and is to be found also on the Euro pean shores. It Is not as sensitive as most marine crJtures about being out of water and can live a long time for a fish after it has been taken out of its native element. Quite a commotion was created in the harbor of New York two seasons ago when Captain Andrew Anderson, of deck scow No. 6 of the Moran Tow-> ing company, captured a big angler with a boat hook and a pair of ice j tongs. The fish, which was after the | scraps of food which the skipper's wife had thrown overboard, made such a stir in the water that all on board the scow supposed that a man had fall en overboard. SOLVES HIGH LIVING COST Massachusetts Man Issues Statement Claiming He and Wife Live on Four Cents a Day. Worcester. Mass.—The high cost ot living problem has been somewhat solved by Marcus M. Wood, seventy three years old. of the little town ol Webster, who issued a statement claiming that he and his wife have lived on four cents a day for the last two months. A sample of the menu whfch is observed in the Wood home daily is: Breakfast—Fried Indian meal pud ding, butter, grape jelly, doughnuts and bread. Dinner—Tomato coup, potatoes, buckwheat pudding, doughnuts, grape jelly, bread and butter, cracked wheat and milk. Supper—Buckw'heat cakes, gravy,; butter, plum jelly, cracked wheat, milk. According to Wood, the sum of $1,000 insures a person of a com fortable living throughout his or her life, figuring, of course, at the rate of four cents a day fcS- edibles served on the table. •'The securing of a home ends the battle with the high cost of living. The rest is easy," declares Mr. Wood, who raises all the vegetables used in his home. MANY FRENCH ARE WEALTHY Records Show 666 Millionaires, in Francs, $200,000 in Our Money, Died Last Year. Paris.—Six hundred and sixty-six millionaires, in francs, died in France in 1912. Reduced to dollars and cents, this put any man having $200,000 in the millionaire class. Nevertheless, the total inheritances in the republic for the year amounted to $71,000,000, and 30 of these 666 men of wealth left fortunes greater than $1,000,000. # The statistics show that in France wealth is comparatively well distribut ed among the population. Three hundred and one of the 666 left fortunes ranging from $200,000 to $400,000, and 89 from $400,000 to $1, 000,000. Of the very wealthy, three men left fortunes greater than $1,000, 000. KISSES MULE AND IS FINED Texas Man Courts Brunette and Ac' Costs Him $25— Promised to Reform. Fort Worth, Tex.—Because he kiss ed a mule, J. H. Kelley, a laborer, was fined $33 in the* city police court. He was arrested by Patrolman Stan ley, who explained to the court thal he found Kelley on the street fondly caressing a big brunette mule, kiss ing it on the nose, even when the ani mal refused to reciprocate. Kelley declared he was intoxicated, and pleaded for leniency, promising he never would kiss a mule again, but the judge Bternly imposed the highest line the law provides. I BACKACHE IS DISCOURAGING makes life a burden. Head aches, dizzy spells and dis tressing uri nary disorders are a constant trial. Take warning! Sus pect kidney trouble. Look | about for a good kidney remedy. Learn from “Every Picture „ T° Tells a story” found relief from the same suffering. Get Doan's Kidney Pills—the same that Mr. Lee had. A Teus Cm* J. H. Lee. 41? W. Walnut St., Cleburne, Tex., eay* “For four years I endured mleery from gravel. Morphine was my only relief. X had terrible pain* In my back and It was hard for me to pass the kid ney secretions. Doan's Kidney Pills cured mequlck ly. and 1 have been well ever alnoe.’' Get Doan’s at Any Store, 50e a Box DOAN’S^ FOSTER-MILBURN CO.. BUFFALO. N. Y. AMONG THE HEAVY EATERS Remarkable Gastronomic Feats That Are Hardly Believable, Though All Authenticated. Champion Fried Egg Eater of the Berkshires was the title of Louis Morris of Housatanic, Mass., before he entered in a recent egg eating contest on a wager. He had a record of 22 eggs and the wager was on his con tention that he could easily increase this record to 25. When he reach ed the seventeenth egg he was seized with an attack of acute indigestion and a doctor worked over him for an hour before he was restored to con sciousness and pronounced out of dan ger. He also has a record for 54 ears of green corn. At the beefsteak dinners of many political clubs astounding records are made in the consumption of viands. Some of those who take part think nothing of eating 10 and 12 pounds of meat at the sitting. At one clambake held at College Point re cently eight baskets of food were eat en by one diner. This basket includ ed a leg and a breast of a chicken. 25 clams, two ears of corn and four potatoes. This record is declared ac curate and authentic and is posted up in an East side club room. A Rhode Island farmer had a rec ord of half a bushel of walnuts, of which he was extraordinarily fond. He used half a bag of salt while eat ing them. A New Jersey blackimith on a recent wager ate nearly a peck and a half of cherries. He said he could go on eating ‘'forever,” as he put it, but those who witnessed his feat declared they had seen enough to prove the eater a wonder. A Chicago man inordinately fond of mush and milk, lived on it for a week not long ago, eating four great bowlfuls of it three times a day. Passed on the Highway. The automobilist was tinkering up his car by the roadside. Some trifling defect had jarred on his sensitive nerves. Suddenly around the corner came an aged man. “Hold on a half minute, old top." said the affable driver, "and I’ll give you a lift to town.” But the aged man grinned anil walked along. “Thanks, sonny,” he called back “I’d accept your offer if I wasn't in a hurry.” And he went down the road at a perfectly ripping pace. “Hully smoke!” snorted the autoist. “That must have been old man Wes ton!"—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Predicament of a Suffragist. A well-known university professor who has taken much interest in the woman suffrage movement was per suaded to carry a banner in a parade that was held in New York some months ago. 'His wife observed him marching with a dejected air and carrying his banner so that it hung limply on its standard, and later she reproved him for not making a better appearance. “Why didn't you march like some body, and let people see your banner?” she said. “My dear,” meeklj replied the pro fessor, “did you see what was on the banner? It read, ‘Any man can vote. Why can't I?'” Naturally. “Did you have fun on that aviation trip?” “Oh. we had a high old time." CUBS’ FOOD They Thrive on Grape-Nuts. Healthy babies don’t cry and the well-nourished baby that is fed on Grape-Nuts is never a crying baby. Many babies who cannot take any other food relish the perfect food, Grape-Nuts, and get well. “My baby was given up by three doctors who said that the condensed milk on which I had fed her h^id ruined the child’s stomach. One of the doctors told me that the only thing to do would be to try Grape Nuts, so I got some and prepared it as follows: I soaked 1V£ tablespoonfuls in one pint of cold water for half an hour, then I strained off the liquid and mixed 12 teaspoonfuls of this strained Grape-Nuts juice with six teaspoonfuls of rich milk, put in a pinch of salt and a little sugar, warmed it and gave it to baby every two hours. “In this simple, easy way I saved baby’s life and have built her up to a strong, healthy child, rosy and laugh ing. The food must certainly be per fect to have such a wonderful effect as this. I can truthfully say I thin:; it is the best food in the world to raise delicate babies on and is also a delicious heejfhful food for grown-ups as we have discovered in our family.” Grape-Nuts is equally valuable to the strong, healthy man or woman, it stands for the true theory of health. “There’s a reason,” and it Is explained in the little book, ‘The Road to Well ville,” in pkgs. . K«r read the above letter? A aew one appears from time to time. They are Keanlac, true* asd full of human latrreat I . ' v.'*. ' «
