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SYNOPSIS.
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Humphrey Van Weyden, critic and dilet
tante. is thrown into the water by the
•Inking of a ferryboat in a fog in San
Francisco bay, and becomes unconscious
before help reaches him. On coming to
bis senses he finds himself aboard the
•ealing schooner Ghost, Captain Wolf
Larsen, bound to Japan waters, witnesses
the death of the first mate and hears the
Captain curse the dead man for presuming
to die. The captain refuses to put
Humphrey ashore and makes him cabin
boy “for the good of his soul.” He begins
to learn potato peeling and dish washing
Under the cockney cook, Mugridge, is
caught by a heavy sea shipped over the
quarter as he is carrying tea aft and his
knee is seriously hurt, but no one pays
any attention to his injury. Hump’s quar
ters are changed aft. Mugridge steals his
money and chases him when accused of
It. Later he listens to Wolf give his idea
of life—“like yeast, a ferment . . . the big
eat the little . . .’’ Cooky is jealous of
Hump and hazes him. Wolf hazes a sea
man ana makes it the basis for another
philosophic discussion with Hump. Wolf
entertains Mugridge in his cabin, wins
from him at cards the money he stole
from Hump, and then tells Hump It is his.
Wolf’s, by right of might. Cooky and
Hump whet knives at each other. Hump’s
Intimacy with Wolf increases, and Wolf
sketches the ntory of his life to Hump.
Wolf discusses the Bible, and Omar with
Hump and illustrates the instinctive love
of life by choking Hump nearly to death.
A carnival of brutality breaks loose in
the ship and Wolf proves himself the i
master brute. Wolf is knocked overboard
at night, comes hack aboard hv the log
line and wins clear in a fight in the
forecastle.
CHAPTER XIII.
There was a deal of cursing and
groaning as the men at the bottom of
the ladder crawled to their feet.
"Somebody strike a light, my
thumb's out of joint," said one of the
men, Parsons, a swarthy, saturnine
man, boat steerer in Standish’s boat, in
which Harrison was puller.
"You’ll find it knockin’ about by the
bitts," Leach said, sitting down on the
edge of the bunk in which I was con
cealed.
There was a fumbling and a scratch
ing of matches, and the sea-lamp
liared up, dim and smoky, and in its
weird light bare-legged men moved
about, nursing their bruises and caring
for their hurts.
"How did he get away?” Johnson
asked.
He was sitting on the side of his
bunk, the whole pose of his figure in
dicating utter dejection and hopeless
ness. He was still breathing heavily
from the exertion he had made. His
shirt had been ripped entirely from
him in the struggle, and blood from
a gash in the cheek was flowing down
his naked chest, marking a red path
across his white thigh and dripping to
the floor.
“Because he i^ a devil, as I told you
before,” was Leach’s answer; and
thereat he was on his feet and raging
his disappointment with tears in his
eyes.
All the while I had been apprehen
sive concerning my own predicament.*
What would happen to me when these
men discovered my presence? I could
never fight my way out as Wolf Lar
sen had done. And at this moment
Latimer called down the scuttles;
"Hump! The old man wants you!”
called back.
“Yes he is,” I said, sliding out of the
bunk and striving my hardest to keep
my voice steady and bold.
The sailors looked at me in conster
“Ke ain’t down here!” Parsons
nation. Fear was strong in their
faces, and the devilishness which
comes of fear.
“I’m coming!” I shouted up to Lati
mer.
“No you don’t!” Kelly cried, step
ping between me and the ladder, his
right hand shaped into a veritable
strangler’s clutch. “You damn little
sneak! I’ll shut yer mouth!”
“Let him go,” Leach commanded.
“Not on yer life,” was the angry
retort.
Leach never changed his position
on the edge of the bunk. “Let him
go, I say,” he repeated; but this time
his voice was gritty and metallic.
The Irishman wavered. I made to
step by him, and he stood aside. When
1 had gained the ladder, I turned to
the circle of brutal and malignant faces
peering at me through the semidark
ness. A sudden and deep sympathy
welled up in me.
“I have seen and heard nothing, be
lieve me,” I said quietly.
“I tell yer, he's all right," I could
hear Leach saying a3 I went up the
ladder. “He don’t like the old man
bo more nor you or me.”
I found Wolf Larsen in the cabin,
stripped and bloody, waiting for me.
He greeted me with one of his whim
sical smiles.
“Come, get to work, doctor. The
signs are favorable for an extensive
practice this voyage. I don’t know
what the Ghost would have been with
out you, and if I could only cherish
such noble sentiments I would tell you
her master is deeply grateful.”
I knew the run of the simple medi
cine chest the Ghost carried, and while
I was heating water on the cabin stove
and getting the things ready for dress
ing his wounds, ho moved about, laugh
ing and chatting, and examining his
hurts with a calculating eye. I had
never before seen him stripped, and
the sight of his body quite took my
breath away. It has never been my
weakness to exalt the flesh—far from
it; but there is enough of the artist in
me to appreciate its wonder.
Wolf Larsen was the man-type, the
masculine, and almost a god in his
perfectness. As he moved about or
raised his arms the great muscles
leapt and moved under the satiny skin.
I have forgotten to say that the bronae
ended with his face. His body, thanks
to his Scandinavian stock, was fair as
the fairest woman's. I remember his
putting his hand up to feel of the
wound on his head, and my watching
the biceps move like a living thing
under its white sheath. It was the
biceps that had nearly crushed out
my life once, that I had seen strike
so many killing blows. I could not
take my eyes from him. I stood mo
tionless, a roll of antiseptic cotton
in my hand unwinding and spilling it- ’
self down to the floor.
He noticed me, and I became con
scious that I was staring at him.
“God made you well,” I said.
He braced his legs and feet, press
ing the cabin floor with his toes in a
clutching sort of way. Knots and
ridges and mounds of muscles writhed
and bunched under the skin.
“Feel them,” he commanded.
They were hard as iron. And I ob
served, also, that his whole body had
unconsciously drawn itself together,
tense and alert: that muscles were
softly crawling and shaping about the
hips, along the back, and across the
shoulders; that the arms were slightly
lifted, their muscles contracting, the
fingers crooking till the hands were
like talons; and that even the eyes
had changed expression and into them
were coming watchfulness and meas
urement and a light none other than
of battle.
“Stability, equilibrium,” he said, re
laxing on the instant and sinking his
body into repose. “Feet with which
to clutch the ground, legs to stand on
“No You Don’t!” Kelly Cried, Stepping
Between Me and the Ladder.
and to help withstand, while with arms
and hands, teeth and nails, I struggle
to kill and to be not killed. Purpose?
Utility is the better word.”
I did not argue. 1 had seen the
mechanism of the primitive fighting
beast, and I waa as strongly impressed
as if I had seen the engines of a great
battleship or Atlantic liner.
I was surprised, considering the
fierce struggle in the forecastle, at the
superficiality of his hurts, and I pride
Ayself that I dressed them dexter
ously.
‘‘By the way, Hump, as I have re
marked, you are a handy man.” Wolf
Larsen began, when my work was
done. “As you know, we’re short a
mate. Hereafter you shall stand
watches, receive seventy-five dollars
per month, and be addressed fore and
aft as Mr. Van Weyden.”
“I—I don’t understand navigation,
you know,” I gasped.
"Not necessary at all."
"I really do not care to sit in the
high places,” I objected. “I find life
precarious enough in my present hum
ble situation. I have no experience.
Mediocrity, you see, has its compen
sations.”
He smiled as though it were all set
tled.
“I won’t be mate on this hell-ship!”
I cried defiantly.
I saw his face grow hard and the
merciless glitter come into his eyes.
He walked to the door of his room,
saying:
“And now, Mr. Van Weyden, good
night.”
"Good night, Mr. Larsen,” I an
swered weakly.
CHAPTER XIV.
I cannot say that the position of
mate carried with it anything more
joyful than that there were no more
dishes to wash. I was ignorant of the
simplest duties of mate, and would
have fared badly indeed hafl the sail
ors not sympathized with me. I knew
nothing of the minutiae of ropes and
rigging, of the trimming and setting of
sails; but the sailors took pains to put
me to rights, Louis proving an espe
cially good teacher, and I had little
trouble with those under me.
With the hunters it was otherwise.
Familiar in varying degree with the
sea, they took me as a sort of joke.
In truth, it was a joke to me that I,
the veriest landsman, should be filling
the office of mate; but to be taken as
a joke by others was a different mat
ter. I made no complaint, but Wolf
Larsen demanded the most punctili
ous sea etiquette in my case—far
more than poor Johansen had ever
received; and at the expense of sev
eral rows, threats and much grum
bling, he brought the hunters to time.
I was “Mr. Van Weyden” fore and
aft, and it was only unofficially that
Wolf Larsen himself ever addressed
me as "Hump.”
It was amusing. Perhaps the wind
would haul a few points wrhile we
were at dinner, and as I left the table
he would say, “Mr. Van Weyden, will
you kindly put about on the port
tack?” And I wrould go on deck, beck
on Louis to me, and learn from him
what Was to be done. Then, a few
minutes later, having digested his in
structions and thoroughly mastered
the maneuver, I would proceed to
issue my orders. I remember an
early instance of this kind, when Wolf
Larsen appeared on the scene just
as I had begun to give orders. He
smoked his cigar and looked on qui
etly till the thing was accbmplished,
and then paced aft by my side along
the weather poop.
■ Hump. ’ he said—“I beg pardon, Mr.
Van Weyden—I congratulate you. 1
think you can now fire your father’s
legs back into the grave to him.
You've discovered your own and
learned to stand on them. A little
ropcwork, sailmaking and experience
with storms and such things, and by
the end of the voyage you could ship
on any coasting schooner.”
It was during this period, between
the death of Johansen and the arri
val on the sealing grounds, that I
passed my pleasantest hours on the
Ghost. Wolf Larsen was quite con
siderate, the sailors helped me, and I
was no longer in irritating contact
with Thomas Mugridge. And I make
free to say, as the days went by, that
I found I was taking a certain secret
pride in myself. Fantastic as the situ
ation was—a landlubber second in
command—I was, nevertheless, carry
ing it off well; and during that brief
time 1 was proud of myself, and I
grew to love the heave and roll of the
Ghost under my feet as she wallowed
north and west through the tropic sea
to the Islet where we filled our water
casks.
But my happiness was not unal
loyed. It was comparative, a period
of less misery slipped in between a
past of great miseries and a future
Of great miseries. For the Ghost, so
far as the seamen were concerned,
was a hell-ship of the worst descrip
tion. They never had a moment’s rest
or peace. Wolf Larsen treasured
against them the attempt .on his life
and the drubbing he had received in
the forecastle; and morning, noon and
night, and all night as well, he de
voted himself to making life unlivable
for them. Leach and Johnson were
the two particular victims of Wolf
Larsen’s diabolic temper, and the look
of profound melancholy which had
settled on Johnson’s face and In hlb
eyes made my heart bleed.
With Leach it was different. There
was too much of the fighting beast in
him. He seemed possessed by an in
satiable fury which gave no time for
grief. His lips had become distorted
into a permanent snarl, which, at
mere sight of Wolf Larsen, broko out
in sound, horrible and menacing, and,
I do believe, unconsciously. I have
seen him follow Wolf Larsen about
with his eyes, like an animal its
keeper, the while the animal-like snarl
sounded deep in his throat and vi
brated forth between his teeth.
Both he and Johnson would have
killed Wolf Larsen at the slightest op
portunity, but the opportunity never
came. Wolf Larsen was too wise for
that, and, besides, they had no ade
quate weapons. With their fists alone
they had no chance whatever. Time and
again he fought it out with Leach, who
fought back, always, like a wildcat,
tooth and nail and fist, until stretched,
exhausted or unconscious, on the deck.
And he was never averse to another
encounter.
I often wondered why Wolf Larsen
did not kill him and make an end
of it. But he only laughed and
I Have Seen Him Follow Wolf Larsen
About With His Eyes.
seemed to enjoy it. There seemed a
certain spice about it, such as men
must feel who take delight in mak
ing pets of ferocious animals.
"It gives a thrill to life,’’ he ex
plained to me. “when life is carried
in one’s hand. Man is a natural
gambler, and life is the biggest stake
he can lay. The greater the odds
the greater the thrill.”
“Ah, but it is cowardly, cowardly!"
I cried. “You have all the advan
tage.”
“Of the two of us, you and I, who
is the greater coward?” he asked se
riously. “If the situation is unpleas
ing, you compromise with your con
science when you make yourself a
party to it. If yod were really great,
really true to yourself, you would join
forces with Leach and Johnson. But
you are afraid. You want to live. The
life that is in you cries out that it
must live, no matter what the cost;
so you live tgnominiously, untrue to
the best you dream of. sinning against
your whole pitiful little code, and, if
there were a hell, heading your soul
straight for it. Bah! I play the
braver part. I do not sin, for I am
true to the promptings of the life that
is in me. I am sincere with my soul
at least, and that is what you are not.”
There was a sting in what he sai^.
Perhaps, after all, I was playing a
cowardly part.
I pondered it long, lying sleepless
in my bunk and reviewing in endless
procession the facts of the situation.
I talked with Johnson and Leach, dur
ing the night watches when Wolf Lar
sen was below. Both men had lost
hope—Johnson, because of tempera
mental despondency; Leach, be
cause he had beaten himself out in
the vain struggle and was exhausted.
But he caught my hand in a passion
ate grip one night, saying:
“I think yer square, Mr. Van Wey
den. But stay where you are and keep
your mouth shut. Say nothin’ but sa^
wood. We’re dead men, I know it;
but all the same you might be able
to do us a favor some time when we
need it damn bad.”
It was only next day, when Wain
wright island loomed to windward,
close abeam, that Wolf Larsen opened
his mouth in prophecy. He had at
tacked Johnson, been attacked by
Leach, and had Just finished whipping
the pair of them.
“Leach,” he said, “you know I’m
going to kill you some time or other,
don't you?”
A snarl was the answer.
“And as for you, Johnson, you’ll get
so tired of life before I’m through
with you that you’ll fling yourself over
the side. See if you don’t.”
“That’s a suggestion,” he added, in
an aside to me. “I’ll bet you a month’s
pay he acts upon if.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
PROLONG LIFE OF FLOWERS
French Florists Are Particularly
Clever in Their Methods of
Preservation of Freshness.
The Instruments used by the Fiencb
florists to prolong the life of cut flow
ers and remove Imperfections are as
numerous and delicate as those on a
well-equipped dressing-table. They In
clude scissors of all sizes and shapes,
small cutting pliers and pincers of
many kinds, brushes, atomizers, sprays
and bottles containing various gums.
A withered leaf or even one poorly de
veloped ruins the appearance of a
rosebud, consequently the one Is cut
off, and the other. If possible. Is re
shaped. The buds are also pierced as
near the base of the flower r.s possible,
with minute wires which keep the
leaves in place. An Instrument very
similar to a curling iron Is used to
dress a faulty leaf.
One of the means employed to pro
long the life of the flower is to remove
the anthers, so as tc prevent the
spreading of the pollen, for, if fertili
zation is allowed to take place, the
flower has fulfilled Its mission and
soon fades. In flowers of the lily or
der the anthers are removed for still
another reason. They develop such an
abundance of yellow pollen that it
falls and taints the leaves, thus mar
ring the spotless white beauty of the
flower. The stems of flowers that be
gin to hang their heads are placed in
very hot water for about five minutes,
and then are placed in a dark and
cool place for about an hour.
Dead Joke.
There is a station on an English rail
way called •Bury-St.-Edmunds.” Toole,
the actor, who took any pains for a
Joke, dressed in deep black, went to
the station master and asked for a
ticket for “the funeral train.” The
station master looked at the little
actor, who was wiping tearful eyes,
and who carried a large wreath.
“Wot funeral, there ain't no funeral,"
the station master said. “Then it’s a
swindle, an Imposition," Toole said,
with fiery indignation. “I have come
miles to be at the funeral. Why do
you announce that you are going to
bury St Edmunds ?"
FISH HAVE NOVEL WEAPONS
Among Them Is the Power to Gen
erate Electricity to a Most Re
markable Degree.
Fishes that discharge electric cur
rents from their eyes; other denizens
of the deep who entrap their prey by
enveloping it in an electric fluid and
eels whose power of generating elec
tricity is so great that the arm of a
strong man is numbed from contact
with one of them—all these were de
scribed by Dr. Dlric Dahlgreen before
the members of the Franklin institute
at Philadelphia. Doctor Dahlgreen
talked on ‘‘Production of Electricity
by Animals." And he pointed out
that it was only by fish that electricity
was produced by living organisms for
any apparent use, with the single ex
ception of a mollusk found in Asia
Minor.
The fishes mentioned as capable of
shocking other members of the finny
tribe by electric flashes from their
eyes were along the coast of New Jer
sey, he said. Some of the electric eels
found in South American waters, Doc- \
tor Dahlgreen explained, were capable
of generating a current of more than
600 volts, although they could, as a
rule, deliver not more than 250 volts,
because of the resismnce of their own
bodies.
Certain torpedo fishes weye de
scribed by Doctor Dahlgreen as capa
ble of generating electricity in sufr
flclent quantities to numb their ene
mies and also to facilitate the capture
of their prey.
What He Would Have Missed.
A Connecticut octogenarian has sold
an invention for a big fortune. He
had worked on it for more than sixty
years and had made more than 300
models, each of which was unsuccess
ful except the last one. The old man
might have missed a lot of failures
by giving up. So would he ha7e
missed success.—Christian Herald.
Hardened.
Edith—When 1 rejected Jack he
didn’t seem put out a bit.
Ethel—Well, you know Jack writes
verses for the magazines and is used
to rejections.
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i'PEOPfcE-<M
INVENTOR OF THE FOKKER j
Mijnheer Fokker, the inventor of
the monoplane that bears his name
and that for several months has been
greatly disturbing the adversaries of
Germany by its speed and destructive
powers, is a native of Holland, and is
r .id to be not more than twenty-three
or twenty-four yed^s old. He has
spent the greater part o his life in
Germany, but would appear to be
thoroughly familiar wit., the French
flying machines. A number of the de
vices on the Fokker are claimed by
tie French to be outright copies of
their own.
About five years ago Fokker made
his appearance in the German flying
corps, and his first monoplane was re
ceived with such small enthusiasm
there that the invention was offered
to the British government. Some Eng
lish experts examined it, recommend
ed it as being uncapsizable, but so bad
ly constructed that it made the flyer’s
life anything but secure. They, therelore. declined to recommend its pur
chase by Britain.
Nothing more was heard o£ Fokker. except in a general way, until hia
formidable new monoplane entered the field last December and speedily
captured, for the time being, the honors of war.
The chief value of the Fokker is its speed, this being over one hundred
miles an hour and to exceed by twenty-five or thirty miles an hour anything
which the British or the French monoplanes can accomplish, and Fokkei
himself seems to be responsible for this unique feature of his machine. The
gun is stationary. The flyer has only to steer the monoplane.
WRISLEY BROWN'S PLIGHT j
Among the bright young lawyers
attached to the department of justice
at Washington is Wrisley Brown. Not
long ago he was sent to a town in tho
middle West to investigate quietly the
condition of a bank here. In order
not to arouse any suspicions he used
an assumed name in registering at
the hotel.
All day long ho busied himself
about the town and went to his hotel
at night tired and footsore.
“Let’s see, what's your room num
ber?’’ asked the proprietor, when
Wrisley went to the desk for his key.
“I forget," said Wrisley.
“What’s your name, then? I’ll look
it up.”
For the life of him, Wrisley
couldn’t remember what name he had
used when he registered that morn
ing, and the register had been put
away.
“I forget—er, that Is—” began
the usually self-possessed Wrisley.
w nac, you aoni Know your name? shrieked the hotel proprietor. And
he looked scared half to death. Nor would any amount of explanation go
down.
“I’d be afraid to have such a fellow in the house," said he.
And as there was no other hotel in town, Wrisley Brown was obliged to
tramp the streets all night like an outcast.
| WHY UNDERWOOD DECLINED ~j
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Senator Underwood, who for many
years was a member and chairman
of the house committee on ways and
means, and who is the author of the
present tariff law, declined a position
on the finance committee of the sen
ate, the tarifT-making body of the up
per branch. Asked why he refused;
the proffered appointment, Mr. Un
derwood told this story of an old Ala
bama shoemaker:
“This old chap used to sit all day
pegging 6hoes. Once a month he
bought a ticket in the Louisiana state
lottery. Finally his persistence was
rewarded, and he was notified that he
had won the $25,000 prize. He closed
his shop, bought an outfit of new
clothes and went up to New York, as
he had always dreamed of doing.
"Two years he spent in the me
tropolis, doing all the things he had
wanted to do for many years. But
the pace was too fast He went back
to Birmingham with the little money he had lett ana reopened his shoo*
maker’s shop. As before, he began buying tickets in the lottery. Just as
he was becoming contented with his life as a cobbler, and beginning to
enjoy his meals once more, an official of the lottery company came to the
shop and told him he had won the $25,000 prize for the second time.
"The old man looked at the lottery agent blankly, and then exclaimed:
“‘My God, have I got to go through with all that again?”’
“COUSIN BOB” BROUSSARD’S HOLD {
Down In his state of Louisiana
Robert F. Broussard, United States
senator, Is generally addressed as
“Cousin Bob," and, indeed, he seems
to be related to most of the people
in his district, if not most of those in
the state. He speaks Louisiana
French, which is a language entirely
distinct from young-ladies’-finishing
school French, or learn-to-speak
F'ench-for-eighteen-dollars French.
Speaking their language as he does,
“Cousin Bob" has a strong hold on
the people of his section of the state,
and their main religion is to vote for
Bob Broussard without question and
without stint whenever he rims for
anything.
When Broussard was running for
the United States senate, Representa
tive James B. Aswell was seeking
election to the lower house of con
gress. Aswe'.l was talking to a mar
in the section where Broussard is best
known, and asked him for his vote.
iiu gums iu vuw lur cuir-dod i^roussara, saia toe man.
“That’s all right You can vote for Bob and for me, too," AsweU ex
plained. “We’re not running for the same thing.”
The man shook his head. "No," says he, "I’H vote for Bob. Then if
you’re entitled to have an office. Bob can appoint you to it”
FARMS LIGHTED BY'feLECTRICITY.
Use of electricity on the farm for the sake of convenience, safety or
comfort is urged by G. G. McNair, instructor in electrical engineering in the
Kansas State Agricultural college.
“Twelve years ago farm-lighting plants were a novelty; today they are
rapidly growing in popularity," says Mr. McNair.
“They are usually operated by a gasoline engine, but in the eastern
states, and especially in the Appalachian mountains, it is not uncommon to
see water used for this purpose. Where the people have water power the
storage battery is not used.
"Plants, including engine, generator, battery and switchboard, can be
bought for $134 up. Such plants are of very small capacity, will operate only
a very few lights and must be charged every days.”
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tion of the mucous membrane that
lines the breathing apparatus and
the digestive apparatus. PERUNA
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weather or compelled to be out in
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It will also be found most satis
factory as a tonic following an at
tack of illness.
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CAUSE FOR REAL REGRET
Mistreated Father Thought He Saw
How the Situation Might Have
Been Differer .
They were traveling peacefully
home in their lumbering market cart,
when from the shadowy hedge there
leapt two unkempt forms. No time
was wasted in useless talking. In a
businesslike manner they rifled the
pockets of Farmer Jones and his
daughter, turned them out of the cart,
and drove off in it themselves.
“Dear, oh, dear!” wailed the poor
old man, “here’s a nice today! Horse
and cart and money all gone!”
“Not the money, father,” broke in
the daughter. “I had the purse In my
mouth.”
"In your mouth, la?s?” replied the
old man, feebly. “Good for you! But
what a pity your mother wasn't there,
then we might have saved the horse
and cart!”
More Woman Farmers.
Statisticians declare that Pennsyl
vania last year had 7,000 woman farm
err. Ih Georgia during the last three
years the number of woman farmers
has more than doubled. The major
ity of the women go in for raising
hogs, cattle and foodstuffs, leaving
cotton planting to the men.
John Galsworthy, the author, was
28 years of age before he began to
write.
THE FIRST TASTE
Learned to Drink Coffee When a Boy.
If parents realized the fact that cof
fee contains a drug—caffeine—which
1b especially harmful to children, they
would doubtless hesitate before giving
them coffee to drink.
"When I was a child in my mother's
arms and first began to nibble things
at the table, mother used to give me
alps of coffee. And so I contracted
the coffee habit early.
"I continued to use coffee until I was
27, and when I got into office work I
began to have nervous spells. Espe
cially after breakfast I was so nerv
ous I could scarcely attend to my cor
respondence.
"At night, after having had coffee
for supper, I could hardly sleep, and
on rising in the morning would feel
weak and nervous.
"A friend persuaded me to try Pos
tum.
“I can now get good sleep, am free
from nervousness and headaches. I
recommend Postum to all coffee drink
ers.”
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich.
Postum comes in two forms:
Postum Cereal—the original form—
must be well boiled, 16c and 25c pack
ages.
Instant Postum—a soluble powder
dissolves quickly in a cup of hot wa
ter, and, with cream and sugar, makes
a delicious beverage Instantly. 39c and f
50c tins. . f
Both forms are equally delicious and
cost about the same per cup.
“There’s a Reason” for Postum.
—sold by Grocers.
