SYNOPSIS.
—12—
Humphrey Van Weyden, critic and dilet
tante. thrown into the water by the sink
ing of a ferryboat, on coming to his
senses, finds himself aboard the sealing
schooner Ghost. Captain Wolf I-arsen,
bound to Jap,m waters. The captain re
fuses to put Humphrey ashore and makes
him cabin boy "for the good of hts soul."
He begins under the cockney cook. Mug
ridge. who steals his money and chases
him when accused of it. Cooky Is jealous
of Hump and hazes him. Wolf hazes a
seaman and makes it the basis for a phil
osophic discussion with Hump. Wolf en
tertains Mueridge in his cabin, wins from
him at cards the money he stole from
Hump. Cooky and Hump whet knives at
each other. Hump's Intimacy with Wolf
Increases. Wolf sketches the story of
his life, discusses the Bible, and Omar,
and illustrates the Instinctive love of life
by choking Hump nearly to death. A car
nival of brutality breaks loose in the ship
and Wolf proves himself the master brute
Wolf is knocked overboard at night,
comes back aboard by the logline and
wins clear in a fight In the forecastle.
Hump dresses Wolf's wounds and. despite
his protest, is made mate on the hell-ship.
Mr. Van Weyden tries to learn his duties
as mate. Wolf hazes the men who tried
to kill him. Van Weyden proves by his
conduct in a blow, with ail hands out in
the boats among the sea! herd, that he
has l«emed "to stand on his own legs."
CHAPTER XV—Continued.
Two hours of terrible work followed.
In which all hands of us—two hunters,
three sailors. Wolf Larsen and I—
reefed, first one and the other, the
Jib and mainsail. And when all was
done, I gave up like a woman and
rolled upon the deck in the agony of
exhaustion.
In the meantime Thomas Mugridge.
like a drowned rat, was being dragged
out from under the forecastle head,
where he had cravenly ensconced
himself. I saw him pulled aft to the
cabin and noted with a shock of sue
prise that the galley had disappeared.
A clean space of deck showed wherft
It had stood.
In the cabin I found ay hands as
sembled. sailors as well, and while
coffee was being cooked over the small
Rove we drank whisky and crunched
hardtack.
“To hell with a lookout," I heard
Wolf Larsen say when we had eaten
and drunk our fill. “There's nothing
can be done on deck. If anything's
going to run us down we couldn't get
out of its way. Turn in. all hands,
and get some sleep.”
The sailors slipped forward, setting
the side-lights as they went, while the
two hunters remained to sleep in the
cabin, it not being deemed advisable
to open the slide to the steerage com
panionway. Wolf Larsen and I. be
tween us, cut off Kerfoot's crushed
finger and sewed up the stump. Mug
ridge, who, during all the time he had
baen compelled to cook and serve cof
fee and keep the fire going, had com
plained of internal pains, now swore
■UVx. _ ""I
Wolf Larsen and I, Between Us, Cut
Off Kerfoot's Crushed Finger.
that he had a broken rib or two. On
examination we found that he had
three. But his case was deferred to
next day. principally for the reason
that I did not know anything about
broken ribs and would first have to
read it up.
“I don’t think it was worth it," I
said to Wolf Larsen, "a broken boat
for Kelly’s life.”
"But Kelly didn't amount to much.”
was the reply. "Good night.”
After all that had passed, suffering
Intolerable anguish in my fiflger ends,
and with three boats missing, to say
nothing of the wild capers the Ghost
was cutting, I should have thought it
Impossible to sleei>. But my eyes
must have closed the instant my head
touched the pillow, and in utter ex
haustion I slept throughout the night,
the while the Ghost, lonely and undi
rected, fought^her way through the
storm.
CHAPTER XVI.
The next day, while the storm was
blowing itself out. Wolf Larsen and I
crammed anatomy and surgery and
set Mugridge's ribs. Then, when the
storm broke. Wolf Larsen cruised
back and forth over that portion of
the ocean where we had encountered
it, and somewhat more to the west
ward, while the boats were being re
paired and new sails made and bent.
Healing schooner after sealing schoon
er we sighted and boarded, most of
which were in search of lost boats,
and most of which were carrying
boats and crews they had picked up
end which did not belong to them.
For the thick of the fleet had been
to the westward of us, and the boats,
scattered far and wide, had headed in
mad flight for the nearest refuge.
Two of our boats, with men all safe,
we took off the Cisco, and. to Wolf
Larsen's huge delight and my own
grief, he culled Smoke, N'ilson and
Leach, from the San Diego. So that,
at the end of five days, we found our
selves short but four men—Hender
son. Holyoak, Williams and Kelly—
and were once more bunting on the
flanks of the herd.
i But Wolf Larsen, as was to be ex
i pected, being a boat short, took pos
, session of the first stray one and com
pelled its men to hunt with the Ghost,
not permitting them to return to their
own schooner when we sighted it. I
’remember how he forced the hunter
and his two men below, a rifle at their
breasts, when their captain passed by
at biscuit-toss and hailed us for in
formation.
I was learning more and more sea
manship; and one clear day—a thing
tve rarely encountered now—I had the
satisfaction of running and handling
the Ghost and picking up the boats
myself. Wolf Larsen had been smit
teo with one of his headaches, and I
stood at the wheel from morning un
! til evening, sailing across the ocean
afteT the last lee boat and heaving to
and picking it and the other five up
without command or suggestion from
him'.
Gales we encountered now and
again, for It was a raw and stormy
region, and, in the middle of June, a
typhoon most memorable to me and
most important because of the
changes wrought through it upon my
[ future. We must have been well in
[the path of the Transpacific steam
I ships when the typhoon moderated,
and here, to the surprise of the hunt
ers. we found ourselves in the midst
of the seals—a second herd, or sort
of rear guard, they declared, and a
most unusual thing. But it was “Boats
over!” the boom-boom of guns, and
the pitiful slaughter through the long
day.
It was at this time that I was ap
proached by Leach. I had just fin
ished tallying the skins of the last
boat aboard, when he came to my side,
in the darkness, and said in a low
tone:
“Can you tell me, Mr. Van Weyden,
how far we are off the coast, and what
the bearings of Yokohama are?"
My heart leaped with gladness, for
I knew what he had in mind, and 1
gave him the bearings—west-north
west and five hundred miles away.
“Thank you. sir,” was all he said
.as he slipped back into the darkness.
Next morning No. 3 boat and John
son and Leach were missing. Wolf
Larsen was furious. It was like look
I ing for a needle in a haystack to raise
. that tiny boat out of the blue immen
sity. But he put the Ghost through
her best paces so as to get between
the deserters and the land. This ac
complished, he cruised back and forth
across what he knew must be their
course.
On the morning of the third day,
shortly after eight bells, a cry that the
boat was sighted came down from
Smoke at the masthead. All hands
lined the rail, and there, to leeward,
in the troubled silver of the rising
sun. appeared and disappeared a black
speck. We squared away and ran for
it. I looked at the gleam of triumph
in Wolf Larsen’s eyes, his form swam
before me and 1 felt almost irresist
ibly impelled to fling myself upon him
The boat was near enough now for us
to make out that it was larger than
• any sealing boat and built on differ
i ent lines. Smoke, who had descended
i to the deck and was now standing by
my aide, began to chuckle in a signifi
cant way. I looked at him inauiringly.
"Talk of a mesa!" he giggled. “Don’t
you Bee there, in the atern-sheeta, on
the bottom. May I never shoot a seal
again if that ain’t a woman!”
I looked closely, but was not sure
until exclamations broke out on all
sides. The boat contained four men,
and its fifth occupant was certainly a
woman. We were agog with excite
ment, all except Wolf Larsen, who was
evidently disappointed in that It was
j not his own boat with the two victims
’ of his malice.
We ran down the flying jib, hauled
the jib-sheets to windward and the
main sheet flat, and came up into the
wind. I now caught ftiy first glimpse
of the woman. She was wrapped in a
long ulster, for the morning was raw;
and I could see nothing but her face
and a mass of light brown hair escap
ing from under the seaman’s cap on
her head. The eyes were large and
brown and lustrous, the mouth sweet
and sensitive, and the face itself a
delicate oval, though sun and expos
ure to briny wind had burnt the face
scarlet. When one of the sailors lift
ed her into Wolf Larsen’s down
stretched arms, she looked up into our
cyious faces and smiled amusedly
and sweetly, as only a woman can
smile, and as I had seen no one smile
for so long that I had forgotten such
smiles existed.
“Mr. Van Weyden!”
Wolf Larsen’s voice brought me
sharply back to myself.
“'Will you take the lady below and
see to her comfort? Make up that
spare port cabin. Put Cooky to work
on it. And see what you can do for
that face. It’s burned badly.”
He turned brusquely away from us
and began to question the new men.
The boat was cast adrift, though one
of them called it a “bloody shame”
with Yokohama so near.
“No need to go to any great trouble
for me,” she protested, when I had
seated her in Wolf Larsen’s armchair,
which I had dragged hastily from his
cabin. “The men were looking for
land at any moment this morning, and
the vessel should be in by night; don’t
you think so?”
Her simple faith in the immediate
future took me aback. How could I
explain to her the situation, the
strange man who stalked the sea like
Destiny, all that it had taken me
months to learn? But I answered hon
estly:
“If it were any other captain except
ours, I should say you would be ashore
in Yokohama tomorrow. But our cap
tain is a strange man, and I beg of
you to be prepared for anything, un
derstand ?—for anything.”
“I—I confess I hardly do under
stand.” she hesitated, a perturbed but
not frightened expression in her eyes.
“Or is it a misconception of mine that
shipwrecked people are always shown
every consideration? This is such a
little thing, you know. We are so
close to land.”
"Candidly, I do not know,” I strove
to reassure her. “I wished merely to
1 prepare you for the worst, if the
worst is to come. This man, this
captain, is a brute, a demon, and one
can never tell what will *be his next
fantastic act.”
1 was growing excited, but she in
terrupted me with an “Oh, I see,” and
her voice sounded weary. To think
was patently an effort. She was clear
ly on the verge of physical cdllapse.
1 had quite forgotten the existence of
I I-each and Johnson, when suddenly,
j like a thunderclap, “Boat ho!” came
i down the open companionway. It was
Smoke's unmistakable voice, crying
from the masthead.
There were swift commands on
deck, a stamping of feet and a slap
' ping of reef-poiijts as the Ghost shot
j into the wind and about on the other
i tack. As she filled away and heeled,
the armchair began to slide across the
cabin floor, and I sprang, for it just
in time to prevent the rescued woman
from being spilled out.
Her eyes were too heavy to suggest
more than a hint of the sleepy sur
prise that perplexed her as she looked
up at me. and she half stumbled, half
tottered, as I led her to her cabin.
Mugridge grinned insinuatingly in my
face as I shoved him out and ordered
him back to his galley work; and he
won his revenge by spreading glow
ing reports among the hunters as to
what an excellent "lydy’s myde” I was
proving myself to be.
CHAPTER XVII.
I came er deck to find the Ghost
heading up close on the port tack and
cutting in to windward of a familiar
spritsail close hauled on the same
tack ahead of us. All hands were on
deck, for they knew that something
was to happen when Leach and John
son were dragged aboard.
Wolf Larsen strode aft from amid
ships. where he had been talking with
the rescued men. The catlike springi
ness in his tread was a little more pro
nounced than usual, and his eyes were
bright and snappy.
“Three oilers and a fourth engi
neer,” was his greeting. “But we’ll
make sailors out of them, or boat
pullers at any rate. Now, what of the
lady?”
I know not why, but I was aware
of a twinge or pang, like the cut of 8
knife, when he mentioned her. !
thought it a certain silly fastidious
ness on my part, but it persisted it
spite of me, and I merely shrugged
my shoulders in answer.
Wolf Larsen pursed his lips in f
long, quizzical whistle.
"What’s her name?” he demanded
“I don’t know,” I replied. “She it
asleep. She was very tired. In fact
I was waiting to hear the news froir
you. What vessel was it?”
"Mail steamer," he answered short
ly. “The City of Tokyo, from 'Frisco
bound for Yokohama. Disabled in thal
typhoon. Old tub. Opened up top and
bottom like a sieve. .They were adrift
four days. And you don't know whc
or what she is. eh?—maid, wife 01
widow? Well, well.”
He shook his bead in a bantering
way, and regarded me with laughing
eyes.
“Are you—” I began. It was on the
verge of my tongue to ask if he were
going to take the castaways in to Yo
kohama.
“Am I what?” he asked.
“What do you intend doing with
Leach and Johnson?"
He shook his head. "Really, Hump
I don't know. You see, with these ad
ditions I’ve about all the crew I
want.”
“And they’ve about all the escaping
they want,” I said. “Why not give
them a change of treatment? Take
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I Ft ' ’__I
One of the Sailors Lifted Her Into
Wolf Larsen's Downstretched Arms.
them aboard and deal gently with
them. Whatever they have done they
have been hounded into doing.”
“By me?”
“By you," I answered steadily* “And
I give you warning. Wolf Larsen, that
I may forget love of my own life In
the desire to kill you if you go too
far in maltreating those poor
wretches.”
“Bravo!” he cried. “You do me
proud. Hump! You’ve found your legs
with a vengeance. You’re quite an
individual. You were unfortunate in
having your life cast in easy places,
hut you're developing, and I like you
the better for it.”
His voice and expression changed
His face was serious. "Do you be
lieve in promises?” he ashed. “Are
they sacred things?”
“Of course,” 1 answered.
“Then here is a compact,” he went
on. consummate actor that he was. "If
I promise not to lay my hands upon
Leach and Johnson, will you promise,
in turn, not to attempt to kill me?”
I could hardly believe my ears.
What was coming over the man?
“Is it a go?” he asked impatiently
“A go,” I answered.
His hand went out to mine, and as 1
shook it heartily I could have sworn 1
saw the mocking devil shine up for a
moment in his eyes.
We strolled across the poop to the
lee side.* The boat was close at hand
now, and in desperate plight. John
son was steering, Leach bailing.
The next instant they were opposite
the poop, where stood Wolf Larsen
and I. We were falling in the trough
they were rising on the surge. John
son looked at me, and I could see that
his face was worn and haggard. I
waved my hand to him, and he an
swered the greeting, but with a wave
that was hopeless and despairing. It
was as if he were saying farewell. It
did not see into the eyes of Leach,
for he was looking at Wolf Larsen, the
old and implacable snarl of hatred
strong as ever on his face.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Between Friends.
“Say. old chap, you re a good friend
of mine, aren’t you?”
“Sure. And you’re a good friend of
mine, aren’t you?"
“Sure. And. say, I want to borrow
ten dollars.”
“Quiet, Major, quiet. Listen. So
do I. and if you can find anybody with
a few bucks to spare, let me know,
will you."—Judge.
NORTH OF THE ARCTIC CIRCLE ]
Investigation Has Shown That Agri
culture May Very Well Be Car
ried On in the Region.
That crop production may be prac
ticed north of the Arctic circle is one
of the interesting facts brought out
by a report on a reconnoissance soil
survey in Alaska. This embodies the
results of a study of the soils of a
vast area in Alaska by experts of the
bureau of soils, made for the purpose
.of determining the possibilities of
agricultural development.
It was found that gardening is car
ried on and grass thrives in Alaska,
Bp to and north of '.he Arctic circle,
la addition it is shown that the cll
mate and soils of Finland are very
similar to those of Alaska, the lati
tude of the two regions being practi
cally identical. In Finland a number
it crops are grown at a considerable
llstance north of the Arctic cirelo.
Barley, for example, is generally
grown as far north as 68 degrees
10 minutes, or 2 degrees north of
the circle. JJnost 7,000,000 acres in
Finland were under cultivation and in
improved meadow in 1911. That
country has a population of 3,140,00ft
(reported in 1911), and about 85 per
cent of this number live outside the
cities. Crop production, stock rais
ing and dairying are important indus
tries.
This comparison with Finland
and another with parts of Siberia
are given to demonstrate the possi
bility of agricultural development in
Alaska.
Soldiers' Pay Withheld.
In the prolonged campaigns of for
mer times British soldiers often re
ceived no pay for years, and con
sidered themselves lucky if they then
obtained a small part of what was due
them. In one of his dispatches. May
27,1703, Marlborough complains of the
great hardships suffered by a certain
regiment, to whom 327,500 was due.
and pointed out that it would “much
contribute to the service if some part
of it were paid to enable the colonel
the better to clothe his regiment and
the officers to support themselves in
the army.’’
HAD TO CRITICIZE WRITING
Old Lady Was Grateful for Being En
abled to Hoar Sermon, but Truth
Was Truth.
A kilted regiment, while on the
march through a part of Scotland,
halted for a Sunday s rest at one of
the remote villages in the Highlands,
where some of the braw laddies were
billeted on the inhabitants.
One old lady had to find a lodging
for two of the soldiers, Sandy and
Tam, and she was relighted to know
they were going to the kirk in the
evening, she herself being unable to
go. Her pleasure was increased when
one of her guests, who happened to
be an accomplished shorthand writer,
promised to tell her all the minister
said in his sermon, though she had
her doubts as to how he would be
able to remember it all.
Sandy and Tam came back from
church, and the former read the ser
mon out from his notebook, to the
admiration and astonishment of his
landlady, who had never heard of
shorthand, and had no Idea how any
ono could write as fast as the minis
ter spoke.
When Sandy had finished, and the
good lady had expressed her thanks
for the privilege of hearing the ser
mon, she asked him to let her look
at the book he had been reading from.
She seemed much disappointed, how
ever, because she could make nothing
of it.
At length, after a close inspection
of the mystic signs, she said to the
blushing warrior:
“Ye’re a grand laddie and a verra
gude reader, but I must tell ye, and if
I was your ain mither I wad hae to
| admit it, ye’re the verra wurrst writer
I ever came across."
Spent Life on the Ocean.
Six million miles or more on the
Atlantic highway without shipwreck
is the record of Howard Ernest Hina
ley, purser of the American liner SL
Louis. Having reached the age of
Blxty, he gave notice, on the last trip
of the vessel, of his determination to
retire from the sea. He rlclms the
record of having crossed the Atlantic
2,000 times.
W1015TOQ
| BEN JOHNSON AND MANDY
Representative Johnson of Ken
tueky, tall of figure and solemn of
countenance, furnished amusement for
a lot cf people in the Union station at
Washington recently. He stood by the
big gate where most of the passen
gers were coming from a train, and
every few moments remarked. In a
tone of authority, to nobody in partic
ular: “Right this way. Mandy: I'll
take care of you.”
Now, there wasn't anybody named
Mandy there, you understand, and
everybody wondered why a congress
man should be standing there saying
over and over again. “Right this way,
Mandy; I’ll take care of you."
What sense was there to a man
doing such a thing as that? After he
had said it many times, Johnson went
away, but in a couple of hours he was
back again, repeating the same line,
with the same calm dignity as before.
-- — — People were puzzled. Yet It was
all simple enough. The .lohusons had sent to Kentucky for a cook, yclept
Mandy. They knew her name, but that was all; they didn't even know for
sure which train would bring her. But, according to reports, she was a
wonderful cook who could play culinary selections on a gas stove just by
tar, producing southern dishes of rare quality and fragrance. She was too
good a cook to lose, and she was not accustomed to finding street addresses
in strange cities.
And that was the reason why the dignified Congressman went to all the
trains and cried out, every time he saw an able-bodied colored woman:
“Right this way. Mandy; PI1 take care of you!”
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_RUCKER COURTED TROUBLE_
When Representative Rucker of
Missouri the other day asked the house
to authorize the secretary of war to
donate to the city of Trenton, in Grun
dy county, Missouri, four iron cannon
there were many smiles in the cham
ber.
The humor of the situation later
was explained.
Last session a member of the New
York delegation introduced a similar
bill. It was passed and in due time
the cannon were delivered. Subse
quently the house was asked to ap
prove a claim bill of $1,000 Hied by a
railroad company which had shipped
the field pieces. When the freight
charges were presented to the citizens
of the town they balked and informed
the representative that Uncle Sam
could "keep his old cannon.” The
railroad is still demanding pay for
toting the war relics.
tvery so oiten Kepresentative ■ ■ —-- ■ ■ ■- —
Igoe of St. Louis is asked to obtain cannon for the Fairground park, on North
Grand avenue. Invariably Mr. Igoe has answered that he will get the cannon
if anyone will guarantee to pay the freight. Thus far no one has come for
ward with the pledge.
1 MILENA, MILKMAID QUEEN ~
The fall of Cetinje will grieve no
one more than Milena, the beautiful
queen of Montenegro, who came
straight from being a milkmaid to rule
her brave people.
It is in this small but beloved
capital that she has lived since mar
riage, nursing her children and at the
same time showering her mother love
upon all her subjects, with whom she
lives in closest touch.
A little more than fifty years ago
she was little Milena Constantinovitch,
peacefully and contentedly working
upon her father’s farm amidst the hills
and valleys of the Black mountains.
Her chief care then was looking after
the cows, and early morning saw her
emerge from the house, pail in hand,
on the way to milk the cows. In those
simple days sh(j never dreamed that
she would be called upon to wear a
crown.
• in me strict sense ui me wora
her marriage was not a “love affair.” That is, there was no falling in love at
first sight, or anything so romantic. But in accordance with the custom oi
her country she was called from her farm work to be the bride of young
Nicholas Petrovitch, the heir to the throne, because she was the loveliest
child in the land. She was only thirteen when her nomination as the future
bride took place, and a year later she was welcomed to Cetinje, and there
wedded to the eighteen-year-old boy who had been selected by his uncle, the
then Prince Danilo, to succeed him on the throne of Montenegro.
Their simple lives and the strong love that has grown between king and
Queen, are examples which the Montenegrins boast of with just pride.
DR. FREDERICK G. COTTRELL |
According to Charles D. Walcott,
secretary of the Smithsonian institu
tion, and vice president of the Re
search corporation of New York, the
Research corporation, in the three
years of its life, has earned something
more than $160,000. The rate of its
earning is on the increase.
Behind this bare statement is a
remarkable story of self-sacrifice and
devotion to the common weal. It is the
story of Dr. Frederick Gardner Cot
trell of California, whose fame among
scientists is great, but who is almost
unknown to the general public.
To put it bjiefly. Doctor Cottrell
is the inventor and patentee of an
electrical process to precipitate the
solid matter in smoke. In many parts
of the country it has revolutionized
the smelter industry; it is moving to
a point where it will make smoke
ridden cities free of coal dust and dirt.
But when the commercial success
of the invention had been assured, Doctor Cottrell assigned his patent rights
to the Smithsonian institution, with the sole proviso that the earnings should
be devoted to the advancement of science. The Research corporation was
organized in 1912 to handle and administer the fund.
Thus, due to the unselfishness of a brilliant young chemist, whose whole
life has been the overcoming of heart-breaking handicaps, who had to under
go years of drudgery in order to obtain money with which to carry on his
experiments, a great endowment has been established to make easier the
path of scientists who come after him.
Judge Breen of the Wexford county, Michigan, probate court, is the
youngest judge of probate in the United States. He is not yet twenty-five
years of age., _
Spain. Italy and Turkey are the only countries in Europe which do not
pay their members of parliament
GUARD YUUR FAMILY
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bronchitis, catarrh of the stomach,
liver and kidneys. It is just as
sure to relieve a case of catarrh of
the bowels as it is a case of catarrh
of the head.
Anyone suffering from catarrh,
severe or mild, acute or chronic, in
any organ or part of the human
body, should at once get a bottle of
Peruna.
As soon as the value of Peruna
is fully appreciated in every house
hold, both as a preventive and a
relief from catarrhal affections,
tens of thousands of lives will be
saved and hundreds of thousands
of chronic lingering cases will be
prevented. Peruna, indeed, is a
household safeguard.
A course of Peruna never fails
to bring relief in such cases, since
there is nn remedy like it, as
thousands of people have testified.
Pernna Tablets are now available
in convenient Una. JEa»y to take.
Fifty vocations are taught in th*
United States navy.
To keep eVan and healthy take Dr.
Pierce’s Pleamnt Pellets. They legu.ate
liver, bowels and stomach.—Adv.
Even wheu the office seeks the man
it sometimes costs a lot to hold it
down.
GAS, H
AND INDIGESTION
“Pape’s DUoepsin” settles sour,
gassy stomachs in five
minutes—Time it!
You don't want a slow remedy when
your stomach Is bad—or an uncertain
one—or a harmful one—your stomach
is too valuable; you mustn’t injure it
Pape's Diupepsin is noted for its
speed in giving relief, its harmless
ness; its certain unfailing action in
regulating sick, sour, gassy stomachs.
Its millions of cures in indigestion,
dyspepsia, gastritis and other stomach
trouble has made it famous the world
over.
Keep this perfect stomach doctor in
your home—keep it handy—get a large
fifty-cent case from any dealer and
then if anyone should eat something
which doesn’t agree with them; if
what they eat lays like lead, ferments
and sours and forms gas; causes head
ache, dizziness and nausea; eructa
tions of acid and undigested food—
remember an soon as Pape's Diapepsin
comes in contact with the stomach all
such distress vanishes. Its prompt
ness, certainty and ease in overcoming
the worst stomach disorders is a reve>
iation to those who try it.—Adv.
Scored on the Students.
Prof. R. W. Lee of McGill University
Law school was once" addressing the
Ontario Bar association, and the Os
goode hall students were present. Of
course Dean Lee's address had to be
punctuated by the usual students' out
bursts. Deem Lee touched on ancient
and modem law and the methods of
lawyers and judges. Taking up one
line of legal problems, he said: "Now.
j if 1 asked a lawyer of such and such
an age this question, he would answer
so and so"—or something to that ef
fect. "But. coming down to the pres
ent day. if I were to ask the s;ame
question of an OsgoOde Hall student
—" Instanly the noise began. The
students yelled and cheered and ap
plauded and stamped on the floor and
pounded their desks. It was some
noise, but at last it subsided. Dean
Lee, unruffled, went on to say: "If I
were to ask an Osgeode Hall student,
he would answer, 'I don1' know.' ” Si
lence.
One Good Shot.
Bill—Yes. I fired my rifle at the bear
twice.
Jill—But you said you only had one
load of ammunition in the gun?
“That's right. I missed him the
first time, but hit him the second."
“But I thought you had one load of
ammunition?"
"That's right. I threw the gun at
him when 1 hit him.”
Pessimists are the best thing there
is for sitting around and hatching out
misery.
MORE THAN EVER
Increased Capacity for Work Since
Leaving Off Ccffee.
Many former coffee drinkers who
have mental work to perform day af
ter day, have found a better capacity
and greater endurance by using Pos
tum instead of coffee. An Illinois
woman writes:
"I had drank coffee for about twenty
years, and finally had what the doctor
called ‘coffee heart.' 1 was nervous and
extremely despondent; had little men
tal or physical strength left; had kid
ney trouble and constipation.
“The first noticeable benefit which
followed the change from coffee to
Postum was the improved action of
the kidneys and bowels. In two weeks
my heart action was greatly improved
and my nerves steadier.
“Then I became less despondent,
and the desire to be active again
showed proof of renewed physical and
mental strength.
“I formerly did mental work and had
to give it up on account of coffee, bn
since using Postum I am doing hard
mental labor with leas fatigue." Name
given by Postum Co., Battle Creek.
Mich.
Postum comes in two forms;
Postum Cereal—the original form—
must be well boiled, 15c 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. 30c and
50c tins. I
Both forms are equally delicious and
cost about the same per cup.
“There’s a Reason” for Postum.
—sold by Grocers.
