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CHAPTER I.
Has Bntsnmc Majesty's Service.
Tberv was a mysterious affair last
a<ght. signore "
Oh” 1 exclaimed “Anything that
interests us?"
V*f signore " replied the tall, thin
l!a at consular clerk, speaking with
« strung accent * An English steam
• a-‘it ran aground on the Meloria
*t*nit tee miles out. and was discov
■ —1 c> a fishing boat that brought
ti* w - to harbor The admiral sent
•»(» tttrj»-do boat*, which managed
*"* r a lot of difficulty to bring in the
ya<nt safely, but the captain of the
port ha* a suspicion that the crew
• ere trying to make away with the
»t*»*r! *
To lose her. you mean?"
Frances-co nodded
Sound- runou«" 1 remarked,
'ince the consul went away on leave
thing- -eem to have been bumming—
•wo -tabbing affrays, eight drunken
—-amen forked up. a mutiny on a
ramp '-eanier. and now a yacht being
ast awav—a fairly decent list! And
vet some stay-at-home people com
plain that British consuls are only
paid to be ornamental’ They should
• je-nd a week here, at Leghorn, and
they d soon alter their opinion.’’
Ye., 'hey would signore." respond
'd " thin-lipped old twliow with a
tr - as l.e twisted his fierce gray mus
ashe Franceso Carducci mas a well
known character in Leghorn. An
good hearted, easy going fel
*. « mi for twenty years bad occu
pied the same position under half a
Jiueii different consuls
v>1 ■ a friend. Frank Hutcheson, his
'•rita:.:. c majesty s vice-consul at the
■ ft t! Leghorn, was away on leave
•« Em: iand hi- duties being relegated
.i.g Bertram Cavendish, the pro
•u-u! The latter however, had gone
with a bad • ish of malaria, and
• "e only other Englishman in l-eg
had been asked by the consul
c-'ietil In Florence to act as pro-con
*'i! until Hutcheson s return
i’ was mid July, and the weather
**» blazing in the glaring sun
nianched Med it erraneau town If you
»now Li’hiim. you probably know
he iconsulate, a large, handsome suite
vf h.ge airy offices facing the cathe
Jra! The legend painted upon the
4<«r Office hours. 1« to 3." gives
ci. tip idea of an easy appointment,
it such Is certainly r.ot the case, for
• < <<&•«! s life at a port of discharge
v i*i necessarily be a very active one.
■ arducci had left me to the corre
siwntfeac* for a half an hour or so.
• i.eu he reentered, saying:
7 here is an English signore wait
ing to see you "
Who Is he*"*
! don t know him He will give no
n*me. but wants to see the signore
isuop “
AM right, show him in." I said lazi
ly. and a few moments later a tall,
smart)) dressed, middle-aged Knglish
BtAii entered, and bowing, inquired
whether 1 was the British consul.
W ren be had seated himself I ex
plained my position, whereupon he
•aid I couldn t make much out of
your clerk He speaks so brokenly,
sad I don't know a word of Italian.
Put perhaps I ought to first introduce
■*.* -elf My name is Philip Hornby."
sad t.e handed me a card bearing th
*a'i*e sits the addresses oodcroft
Pars. Somerset - Brook s " Then
he added I am cruising on board
«} >arht. the Lada, and last night we
'ortuaalel) sent aground on the
Meioria Yen fortunately for us a
=Mng boat saw our pkght and gave
a.urm at ;s>rt. ffcs admiral gent
.1 two torpedo-boats and a tug. anu
i ter about three hours they managed
a gel us off "
\nd you are now fa harbor?"
Yes But the reason I've called is
**’ *ek >°o *o do me a favor and write
me a letter of thanks in Ballaa to the
sdmiral. and one to the captain of the
part polite tetters that ! can copy
snd send to them You know the kind
»f thing "
temualy." I replied, the more in
eresied in him on account of the cu
noas suspicion that the port authori
ties »• * :m d to entertain He was evt
Jenti> a g-ntleruan. and after I had
ie-eu with him ten minutes | scouted
* -** idea that he had endeavored to
-a at away the I ail a
I scribbled the drafts of two letters
Kortunat ly. I left my wife 1U Eng
»and or she would have been ter
ribiv frightened." h.- remarked pres
-ritiy T! ere was a nasty w nd b'ow
ng all eight and the fcol of a vap
! tain seemed to add to our peril by |
i every order he gave.”
I examined him critically as he sat
facing me. He was about forty-five,
j with a merry, round, good-natured
face, red with the southern sun, blue
eyes, and a short, fair beard. His
j speech was refined and cultivated,
I and as we chatted he gave me the im
pression that as an enthusiastic lover
of the sea he had cruised the Mediter
ranean many times from Gibraltar up
to Smyrna. He had, however, never
before put into Leghorn.
After we had arranged that his cap
tain should come to me in the after
noon and make a formal report of the
accident, we went out together .across
the white sunny piazza to N'asi's.
"We shall be here quite a week. I ,
suppose.” he said as we were taking 1
our vermouth. "We're on our way
down to the Greek island, as my friend
* t'hater wants to see them. The en
gineer says there's something strained
that we must get mended. Gut, by
the way," he added, "why don't you
dine with us on board tonight? Do.
We can give you a few English things
that may be a change to you.”
This invitation I gladly accepted for !
two reasons. One was because the
suspicions of the captain of the port
had aroused my curiosity, and the oth
er w as because 1 had. honestly speak
ing. taken a great fancy to Hornby.
The captain of the Lola, a short,
thickset Scotsman from Dundee, with
a barely healed cicatrice across his
left cheek, called at the consulate at
two o'clock and made his report, which
appeared to me to be a very lame one.
He struck me as being unworthy his
certificate, for he was evidently en
tirely out of his bearings when the ac
c.dent occurred. The owner and his
friend ("hater were in their berths
asleep, when suddenly he discovered
that the vessel was making no head- j
way. They had. in fact, run upon the j
dangerous shoal without being aware !
1 of it A strong sea was running with j
a stiff breeze, and although his sea
manship was poor, he was capable
enough to re> ognize at once that they
were in a very perilous position.
"Very fortuuate it wasn't more seri
ous. sir,” he added, after telling me
his story, which 1 wrote at his dicta
tion for the ultimate benefit of the ;
board of trade.
"Didn't you send up signals of dis
tress?" 1 inquired.
“No. sir—never thought of it."
"And vet you knew that you might
be lost?" I remarked with recurring ;
suspicion.
The canny Scot, whose name was \
Mackintosh, hesitated a few moments, I
then answered: "Well, sir. you see the
fishing-boat had sighted us, and we
saw her turning back to port to fetch
help."
How long have you been in Mr.
Hornby's service?" I inquired
"Six months, sir," was the man's
reply "Before he engaged me. I was
w ith the Wilsons of Hull, running up
the Baltic I've held my master's cer
tificate these fifteen years, sir. I
was with the Bibbys before the Wil
sons. and before that with the Gen
eral Steam 1 did eight years in the
Mediterranean with them, when I was
chief mate."
"And you've never been into Leg
horn before?"
"Never, sir."
I dismissed the captain with a dis
tinct impression that he had not told
tne the whole truth Was it possible
that an attempt had actually been
made to cast away the yacht, and that
it had been frustrated by the master
of the felucca, who had sighted the
vessel aground? How. I wondered. J
had the captain received that very j
ugly wound across the cheek? I was
half-inclined to inquire of him.
That evening when the fiery sun
was sinking in its crimson glory I !
took a cab along the old sea-road to
the port w here, within the inner har- |
bor, I found the Lola, one of the most;
magnificent private vessels I had ever
seen. Her dimensions surprised me. I
She was painted dead white, with
shining brass everywhere. At the
stem hung limply the British flag, at
the masthead the ensign of the Royal
Yacht squadron.
On stepping on deck Hornby came
forward to greet me. and took me
along to the stern where, lying in a
long wicker deck-chair beneath the
awning, was a tall, dark-eyed, clean
shaven man of about forty. His keen
face gave one the impression that he
was a barrister.
“My friend, Hylton Chater—Mr.
• Gordon Gregg,” he said, introducing
j us. and the clean-shaven man ex
claimed, smiling pleasantly: “Glad to
make your acquaintance, Mr. Gregg.
You are not a stranger by any means
to Hornby or myself. Indeed, we've
got a couple of your books on board.
But I had no idea you lived out here."
“At Ardenza,” I said. “Three miles
along the sea-shore. Tomorrow I hope
you'll both come and dine with me.”
“Delighted, I’m sure,” declared Horn
by. and then we began chatting about
the peril of the previous night, Horn
by telling me how he had copied the
two letters of thanks in Italian and
sent them to their respective ad
dresses.
“Well, you certainly did the right
thing to thank the admiral,” I said.
“It's very unusual for him to send out
torpedo-boats to help a vessel in dis
tress. That is generally left to the
harbor tug.”
“Yes, I feel that it was most kind
of him. That's why I took all the
trouble to write. I don’t understand
a word of Italian, neither does Cha
ter.”
“But you have Italians on board?”
I remarked. “The two sailors who
rowed me out are Genoese, from their
accent.”
rtomby and Chater exchanged
glances—glances of distinct uneasi
ness, I thought.
Then the owner of the Lola said:
"Yes. they are useful for making ar
rangements and buying things in Ital
ian ports. \Ye have a Spaniard, a
Greek, and a Syrian, all of whom act
as interpreters in different places.”
"And make a handsome thing in the
way of secret commissions. 1 suppose?"
I laughed.
"Of course. But to cruise in com
fort one must pay and be pleasant,”
declared Hornby.
"Did you have any trouble with the
customs here?” I inquired.
"They didn’t visit us.” he said with
a smile, and at the same time he
rubbed his thumb and finger together,
the action of feeling paper money.
This increased my surprise, for I
happened to know that the Leghorn
customs officers were not at all given
to the acceptance of bribes. They
were too well watched by their su
It Was an Armory, Crammed With
Rifles and Ammunition.
periors. If the yacht had really es
caped a search, then it was a most un
usual thing. Besides, what motive
could Ilornby have in eluding the cus
toms visit? They would, of course,
seal up his wines and liquors, but even
if they did, they would leave him out
sufficient for the consumption of him
self and his' friends.
No. Philip Hornby had some strong
motive in paying a heavy bribe to
avoid the visit of the dogana. If he
really had paid, he must have paid
very heavily; of that 1 was convinced.
Was it possible that some mystery
was hidden on board that splendidly
appointed craft?
Presently the gong sounded, and we
went below into the elegantly fitted
saloon, where was spread a table that
sparkled with cut glass and shone
with silver. Everywhere it was ap
parent that none but an extremely
wealthy man could afford such a mag
nificent craft
Hornby took the bead of the table,
and we ate one of the choicest and
best cooked dinners it has ever been
my lot to taste. Chater and I drank
w ine of a brand which only a million
aire could keep in his cellar, while our
host, apparently a most abstemious
man, took only a glass of iced Cin
ciano water.
From his remarks I discerned that,
contrary to my first impression, Hyl
ton Chater was an experienced yachts
man. He owned a craft called the
Alicia, and was a member of the Cork
Yacht club. He lived in London, he
told me. but gave me no information
as to his profession. It might be the
law, as I had surmised.
“You've seen our ass of a captain,
>lr. Gregg?" he remarked presently.
“What do you think of him?"
“Well," 1 said rather hesitatingly,
“to tell the truth, 1 don’t think very
much of his seamanship—nor will the
board of trade when his report reaches
them."
“Ah'" exclaimed Hornby, “I was a
fool to engage him. From the very
first I mistrusted him. only my wife
somehow took a fancy to the fellow,
and, as you know, if you want peace
you must always please the women,
in this case, however, her choice al
most cost me the vessel, and perhaps
our lives into the bargain."
i lie captain seems 10 nave nan a
nasty cut across the cheek." I re
marked. whereupon my two compan
ions again exchanged quick, appre
hensive glances.
“He fell down the other day," ex
plained Chater. with a rather sickly
smile, 1 thought. “His face caught
the edge of an iron stair in the en
gine room and caused a nasty gash."
I smiled within myself, for I knew too
well that the ugly wound in the cap
tain's face had never been inflicted by
falling on the edge of a stair. But I
remained silent, being content that
they should endeavor to mislead me.
After dessert had been served we
rose, and in the summer tw ilight, when
all the ports were opened, Hornby took
me over the vessel. As he was con
ducting me from his own cabin to the
boudoir we passed a door that had
been blown open by the wind, and
which he hastened to close, not, how
ever, before I had time to glance with
in. To my surprise I discovered that
it was an armory crammed w ith rifles,
revolvers and ammunition
It had not been intended that I
should see that interior, and the rea
son why the customs officers had been
bribed was now apparent.
1 passed on without remark, making
believe that I had not discerned any
thing unusual, and we entered the
boudoir. Chater having gone back to
the saloon to obtain cigars.
The dainly little chamber bore
everywhere the trace of having been
arranged by a woman's hand, although
no lady passenger was on board.
Just as we had entered, and I was
admiring the dainty nest of luxury.
Chater shouted to his host asking for
the keys of the cigar cupboard, and
Hornby turned back along the gang
way to hand them to his friend, weav
ing me alone for a few moments.
I stood glancing around, and as I
did so my eyes fell upon a quantity of
photographs, framed and unframed,
that were scattered about—evidently
portraits of Hornby's friends. Upon
a small side table, however, stood a
heavy oxidized silver frame, but
empty, while lying on the floor be
neath a couch was the photograph it
had contained, which had apparently
been taken hastily out, torn first in
half and then in half again, and cast
away.
Curiosity prompted me to stoop,
pick up the four pieces and place them
together, when I found them to form
the cabinet portrait of a sweet-looking
and extremely pretty English girl of
eighteen or nineteen, with a bright,
smiling expression, and wearing a
fresh morning blouse of white pique.
About the expression of the pictured
face was something which 1 cannot
describe—a curious look in the eyes
which was at the same time both at
tractive and mysterious. In that brief
moment the girl’s features were in
delibly impressed upon my memory.
I looked at the hack of the torn
photograph, and saw that it had been
taken by a well-known and faslrouable
tirm in New Rond street.
Next second, however, hearing
Hornby’s returning footsteps. 1 flung
the fragments hastily beneath the
couch w here 1 had discovered them.
Why, I wondered, had the picture
been destroyed—and by whom?
Afterwards on deck I purposely led
the conversation to Hornby’s family,
and learned from him that he had no
children.
‘•You'll get the repairs to jour en
gines done at Orlando’s, I suppose?" I
remarked, naming the great ship-build
ing firm of Leghorn.
"Yes. I pave already given the or
der. They are contracted to be fin
ished by next Thursday, and then we
shall be off to 7-ante and Ohio."
For what reason. I wondered, recol
lecting that formidable armory on
board. Already 1 had seen quite suf
ficient to convince me that the Lola,
although outwardly a pleasure yacht.
was built of steel, armored in its most
vulnerable parts, and capable of re
sisting a very sharp fire.
It was past midnight when, having
bade the strange pair adieu. I was put
ashore by the two sailors who had
rowed me out and drove home along
the sea-front, puzzled and perplexed
Next morning, on my arrival at the
consulate, old Francesco, who had en
tered only a moment before, met me
! with blanched face, gasping:
' "There have been thieves here in
the night, signore! The signore con
sole's safe has been opened!”
"The safe!” I cried, dashing into
Hutcheson's private room, and find
ing to my dismay the big safe, where
in the seals, ciphers and other con
fidential documents were kept, stand
ing open, and the contents in disorder,
as though a hasty search had been
made among them.
Was it possible that the thieves had
been after the admiralty and foreign
| office ciphers, copies of which the
I chancelleries of certain European
powers were endeavoring to obtain? 1
smiled within myself when I realized
how bitterly disappointed the bur
glars must have been, for a British
j consul when he goes on leave to Eng
! land always takes his ciphers with
I him. and deposits them at the foreign
| office for safekeeping. HutehesoD
“The Safe!” I Cried. Dashing Into
Hutcheson's Private Office.
had, of course, taken his, according tc
the regulations.
Curiously enough, however, the doot
of the consulate and the safe had beet)
opened with the keys which my friend
had left in my charge. Indeed, tht
small bunch still remained in the safe
door.
In an instant the recollection flashed
across my mind that I had felt tht
keys in my pocket while at dinner on
board the Lola. Had I lost them on
my homeward drive, or had my pocket
been picked?
While we were engaged in putting
the scattered papers in order the doot
bell rang, and the clerk went to at
tend to the caller.
In a few moments he returned, say
ing: "The English yacht left sud
denly last night, signore, and the cap
tain of the port has sent to inquirt
whether you know to what port she is
bound.
“Left!" I gasped in amazement
“Why, 1 thought her engines were
disabled!"
A quarter of an hour later I was sit
ting in the private office of the shrewd
gray-haired functionary who had sent
: this messenger to me.
“Do you know, signore commends
' tore," he said, "some mystery sur
rounds that vessel. She is not the
Lola, for yesterday we telegraphed
to Lloyd's, in London, and this morn
ing I received a reply that tto sucb
yacht appears on their register, and
that the name is unknown. The police
have also telegraphed to your English
police inquiring about the owner. Sig
note Hornby, with a like result. Thert
is no such place as Woodcraft Hark
in Somerset, and no member ot
Brook's club of the name of Hornby.'
I sat staring at the official, toe
amazed to utter a word Certainly
they had not allowed the grass tc
grow beneath their feet.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Just Like a Boy.
The teacher was having an inter
esting half hour with the children,
asking them questions, anyone having
the privilege to answer. It was a
great time to show off. The teacher
asked about various things, and one
question was about locusts. Several
hands were raised, and finally one boy
was selected to speilk. "A locust is
a bug that gives people tuberculosis,"
was his answer.
AS VIEWED BY PHILOSOPHER
Happiness Not Always to Those Who
Make Great Catches in the
World's Fish Pond.
We have seen men absorbedly fish
lag for wealth, and we imagine that
when they tail to get it they are de
feated and disappointed Neither one.
The only rsen who are defeated in
this worldly fishpond are the ones
w bu haul up great bags of gold on j
thetr hooka. They are very soon bur
Jened with the catch, and unable to
march comfortably farther along tbe
rnad The only disappointed ones are ■
;boee who have no real purpose in j
life, and suppose that fishing is an
end in ItaeU
I had a great-uncle once who died ,
quite happy and bankrupt. Through- j
mu his iife he was jubilantly full of |
schemes for making a fortune. But if |
his patent flouring mill had ever suc
ceeded. or his method for tanning
leather had brought him wealth, so
that he had been obliged to have two
houses and to servants and several j
atm *if Clothes and bills and accounts ,
and lawsuits. I am sure he would
nave died miserable.
Unfeeling and misunderstanding
persons are forever pitying the old
maids, and especially those who seem
to be always angling for men. But
such behavior seems to me quite in
telligible and quite pardonable—espe
cially if they never catch anything.
Having begun this game in early life,
earlier than I began fishing, and hav
ing founded it on instincts even deep
er than mine, they would be silly in
deed now to give up so good a sport
just because they have found other,
and possibly more important, objects
in life.—Suburban Life.
Docks Building at Bombay.
Bombay is possessed of the biggest
docks east of Suez, but the port has
been wanting in respect of facilities
for taking railway borne goods to the
dock side and vice versa. This defect
is being remedied little by little by the
extension of the Port Trust railway
from one end of the port to the other,
and seven stations are to be opened
for goods traffic during the course of
a month.
| POSSIBLE TO BE TOO GOOD
i Writer in Woman’s Magazine Gives
Some Wise Advice to Others
of Her Sex.
! Women mourn and rail at man's un
faithfulness, but it is only fair to re
member, when such shortcomings are
brought up against man as set over
against woman, that Lilith was just
as truly a woman as was Eve. In our
accusations and recriminations we too
often forget that man's faithfulness to
a good woman is usually encouraged
by the wiles of a bad one. and that
more often than not a woman stands
at each end of the path that stretches
from heaven to hell.
We forget, too, by what dear and
lovable things a man may be held to
the fair and honest ways of life. An
eager comradeship with him in the
things for which he cares, good hu
mor in sunshine as well as in storm,
an easy-going conscience as to the
Smaller duties of life, and an abiding
>ve for frills and laces, these are the
gentle virtues that will serve to keep
sweet and eager the dreariest mascu
line heart.
Good women have a world of sin
and sorrow for which to answer, and
a recent chance remark of a faipous
writer has more truth in it than we
always care to believe. "When good
women are too good." she sa d. "to be
restful, dainty and sweet, they are be
ing as faithless to their marriage vows
as are the tired husbands who no
longer pay them homage."—Southern
Woman's Magazine.
Man-Driven ’Planes.
Before the invention of the aero
plane many attempts were made to
invent flying machines in which man
power alone would be employed. All
these attempts, however, ended in
failure.
Mathematicians have now estimated
that man is far too heavy to be sus
tained in the air by the power of his
own muscles, no matter how large
may be the wings that he fastens to
his body. Among birds the weight
limit is approached most closely by
the Australian crane, which flies, al
though it weighs 20 pounds.
An aeroplane using three horse
power can be built, experts say, which
will sustain a man. but as the best
athletes can exert only a maximum
of two horsepower for 15 seconds at
a time, man's dream of imitating the
flight of great birds can never be real
ized. He always will be dependent on
a machine.
Close Buying.
“Commend me to the average wom
an shopper for real shrewdness,” says
the manager of a well-known estab
lishment. "We received a visit from
one the other day that taught us some
thing.
“She was considering the purchase
of a yard of silk at SO cents. The
woman's purchase left a remnant of
a yard and a half, which the salesgirl
suggested that she should take.
" ‘What'll it cost?* asked the shop
per.
“ ‘Fifty cents.'
“Til take it,’ was the prompt re
sponse, ‘and you may keep the yard
you’ve tom off.' ”—Youth's Compan
ion.
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Jimmy Had Reached the Stage of Boy
hood When Kissing Became
Rather Tiresome.
Little Jimmy uail reached the con
clusion that everybody in the world
had kissed him or wanted to badly.
He could not help being a boy that
all the ladies wanted to pet and be
stow their kisses upon. In fact, Jim
my longed for the day when he would
have a say so in the matter of being
kissed. One day a famous woman
l came to call upon his mother. Jimmy
chanced to enter the parlor and was
directed by his mother to come up
and see the noted Mrs. So and So.
Jimmy knew what was coming, but
he could not prevent the occurrence.
The visitor took him by the hand and
gently gathered him up into her lap.
and as she let him down to the floor
again she graciously bestowed a kiss
upon his pouting lips. Jimmy jumped
away from her and began to rub his
lips in a vicious manner.
"What, you are not rubbing my kiss ;
off. my little man?" questioned the
woman. Jimmy was puzzled for a
few moments, then replied:
“No, ma'am. I'm just rubbing it in," I
and then vanished through the door
Daily Thought.
Re not angry that you cannot make
others what you wish them to be,
since you cannot make yourself what
you wish to be.—Thomas a-Kempis.
We are told it takes three genera
tions to make a gentleman, but the
formula fails to operate when the
third generation is a girl.
—
If a man's thermometer registers a
couple of degrees higher than the one |
owned by his neighbor, that convinces
him that it is reliable
Test of Judge Welch’s Neutrality.
The man whose brogue was thick
and the one whose brogue was thick
er were arguing the question of inter
national courts on a Fifteenth street
car.
"There ain't no international cour’.
one stoutly affirmed.
“Shure, there is," the other declared
“I see by the paper that Austria may
sue for peace. Just tell me how she
is going to sue if there ain't no court
to sue in?”
He of the minor brogue was stumped
for only a minute.
“She might sue in Cas Welch's
court.”
"Shure, but that would be a dirty
trick on Cas. Some of the Irish are
for Germany and some are ferninst
her, and he'd have to offend a lot of
the Irish any way he'd decide it."—
Kansas City Star.
A Sad Case.
“The first month Chugson had his
motor car he talked of nothing else
“I see."
“He’s had it a year now.”
“Does he still talk about it?”
"Only when drinking. He's one of
those fellows who never unbosoms
himself of his trouble unless he s
drinking.”
Amoiguous.
Artist (showing latest picture) ' My
object was to try to express all tb *
horrors of war.” Friend—“I have
never seen anything more horrible "—
Boston Transcript.
Now You Know.
Little I^emuel—What's'an incuba'r 1
paw?
Paw—An incubator, son. is one kind
of an egg plant.
A man picks out a nice round ston*
A woman throws anything that is
handiest.
Corn on (he Cob
—the Roasting Ear
• is not more delicious than
Post Toasties
—the toasted sweet
of the corn fields!
In the growth of corn there i3 a period when the
kernels are plumped out with a vegetable milk, most
nutritious. As it slowly ripens this hardens and
finally becomes almost flinty.
Only this part of the corn is used in making Post
Toasties, the husk, germ and all waste being rejected.
This nutritious part is cooked, seasoned "just
right,” rolled and toasted to a crackly golden-brown
crispness—Post Toasties—the
Superior Corn Flakes
*
And they cost no more than the ordinary "com
flakes. Insist upon having Post Toasties.
—sold by Grocers everywhere.
