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SYNOPSIS.
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Humphrey Van Weyden, critic and dilet
tante*. finds himself aboard the sealing
schooner Ghoct, Captain Wolf Larsen,
bound to Japan waters. The captain
makes him cabin boy “for the good of his
soul.” Wolf hazes a seaman and makes
It the basis for a philosophic discussion
with Hump. Hump’s intimacy with Wolf
Increases. A carnival of brutality breaks
loose in the ship. Wolf proves himself
the master brute. Hump is made mate
on the lu ll-ship and proves that lie has
learned “to stared on his own legs.” Two
men desert the vessel in one ol' the small
boats. A young woman and four men,
Burvivors of a steamer wreck, are res
cued from a small boat. The deserters
are sighted, but Wolf siands away and
leaves them to drown. Maude Brewstei,
the rescued girl, sees the cook towed over
side to give him a bath and his foot
bitten oil' by a shark as he is hauled
aboard. Slit- begins to realize her danger
at the hands of Wolf. Van Weyden real
izes that he loves Maude. Wolf’s brother.
Heath Larsen, comes on the sealing
grounds in the steam sealer Macedonia.
r‘hogs“ the sea, and Wolf captures sev
eral of his boats. The Ghost runs away
in a fog. Wolf furnishes liquor to the
prisoners. He attacks Maude. Van Wey
den attempts to kill him and fails. Wolf
is suddenly stricken helpless by the return
of a blinding head trouble, and with all
bands drunk and asleep Van Weyden and
Maude escape in a small boat together.
CHAPTER XXIV—Continued.
I had had no sleep for forty-eight
hours. I was wet and chilled to the
marrow, till I felt more dead than
alive. My body was stiff from exer
tion as well as from cold, and my
aching muscles gave me the sever
est torture whenever I used them,
and 1 used them continually. And all
the time we were being driven off
Into the northwest, directly away
from Japan toward bleak Bering sea.
Maud's condition was pitiable. She
«at crouched In the bottom of the
boat, her lips blue, her face gray and
plainly showing the pain she suffered.
But ever her eyes looked bravely at
me, and ever her lips uttered brave
words.
The worst of the storm must have
blown that night, though little 1 no
ticed it. I had succumbed and slept
where I sat in the stern-sheets. The
morning of the fourth day found the
wind diminished to a gentle whisper,
the sea dying down and the sun shin
ing upon us. Oh. the blessed sun!
How we bathed our poor bodies in its
delicious warmth, reviving like bugs
and crawling things after a storm.
We smiled again, said amusing things
and waxed optimistic over our situa
tion. Yet it was, if anything, worse
than ever.
Came days of storm, days and
nights of storm, when the ocean men
aced us with its roaring whiteness,
and the wind smote our struggling
boat with a Titan’s buffets. It was iu
such a storm, and the worst we had
experienced, that what I saw I could
not at first believe. Days and nights
of sleeplessness and anxiety had
doubtless turned my head. I looked
back at Maud, to identify myself, as
It were, in time aDd space. Again I
turned my face to leeward, and again
I saw the jutting promontory, black
and high and naked, the raging surf
that broke about iVt base and beat its
front high up with spouting fountains,
the black and forbidding coast line
running toward the southeast and
fringed with a tremendous scarf of
white.
“Maud," I said- "Maud.”
She turned her head and beheld the
fight.
"It cannot le Alaska!” she cried.
‘‘Alas, no.” I aifkwered, and asked,
'Can you swim?”
She shook her tn-ad.
“Neither can %* I said. “So we
must get ashore without swimming
In some opening between the rocks
through which w®> can drive the boat
and clamber out. But we must be
quick—and sure.”
I spoke with a confidence she knew
I did not feel, for she looked at me
W'ith that unfaltering gaze of hers
and said:
“I-have not thanked you yet for all
you have done for me, but—”
She hesitated, as if in doubt how
best to word her gratitude.
“Well?” I said, brutally, for I was
not quite pleased with her thanking
me.
"You might help me.” she smiled.
"To acknowledge your obligations
before you die? Not at all. We are
not going to die. We shall land on
that island, and we shall be snug and
sheltered before the day is done.”
I spoke stoutly, but I did not be
lieve a word. Nor was 1 prompted to
lie through fear. I felt no fear, though
1 was sure of death in that boiling
surge amongs the rocks which was
rapidly growing nearer. It was im
possible to claw oif that shore. The
wind would instantly capsize the
boat; the seas would swamp it the
moment it fell into the trough; and,
besides, the sail, lashed to the spare
oars, dragged in the sea ahead of us,
as a sea-anchor.
Instinctively we drew closer in
gether in the bottom of the boat. I
felt her mittened hand come out to
mine. And thus, without speech, we
waited the end. We were not far off
the line the wind made with the west
ern edge of the promontory, and I
watched in the hope that some set of
the current or send of the sea would
drtft us past before we reached the
surf.
“We shall go clear,” 1 said, with a
confidence which I knew deceived
neither of us.
"Iiy God, we will go clear!” I cried,
five minutes later.
The oath left my lips in my excite
ment—the first. I do believe, in my
life, unless "trouble it,” an expletive
of my youth, be accounted an oath.
“I beg your pardon,” I said.
“You have convinced me of your
sincerity,” she said, with a faint smile.
“I do know, now, that we shall go
clear.”
I had seen a distant headland past
the extreme edge of the promontory,
and as we looked we could see grow
the intervening coastline of what was
evidently a deep cove. At the same
time there broke upon our ears a con
tinuous and mighty bellowing. It par
took of the magnitude and volume of
distant thunder, and it came to us
directly from leeward, rising above
the crash of the surf and traveling di
rectly in the teeth of the storm. As
we passed the point the whole cove
burst upon our view, a half-moon of
white sandy beach upon which broke
a huge surf, and which was covered
with myriads of seals. It was from
them that the great bellowing went
up.
"A rookery!” I cried. ‘Now are we
indeed saved. There must be men
and cruisers to protect them from the
seal-hunters. Possibly there is a sta
tion ashore.”
But as I studied the surf which beat
upon the beach, I said, “Still bad. but
not so bad. And now, if the gods be
truly kind, we shall drift by that next
headland and come upon a perfectly
sheltered beach, where we may land
without wetting our feet.”
And the gods were kind. The first
and second headlands were directly
in line with the southwest wind; but
once around the second—and we went
perilously near—we picked up the
third headland, still in line with the
wind and with the other two. But
the cove that intervened! It pene
trated deep into the land, and the tide,
setting in, drifted us under the shel
ler or tne point. Here tne sea was
calm, save for a heavy but smooth
groundswell. and I took in the sea
anchor and began to row.
Here were no seals whatever. The
boat’s stem touched the hard shingle
I sprang out, extending my hand to
Maud. The next moment she was be
side me. As my fingers released hers,
she clutched for my arm hastily. At
the same moment I swayed, as about
to fall to the sand. This was the
startling effect of the cessation of mo
tion. We had been so long upon the
moving, rocking sea that the stable
land was a shock to us. We expected
the beach to lift up this way and that,
and the rocky walls to swing back and
forth like the sides of a ship; and
when wre braced ourselves, automati
cally, for these various expected
movements, their non-occurrence quite
overcame our equilibrium.
"I really must sit down,” Maud said,
with a nervous laugh and a dizzy ges
ture, and forthwith she sat down on
the sand.
I attended to making the boat se
cure and joined her. Thus w»e landed
on EndeaVor island, as we came to it.
landsick from long custom of the sea.
CHAPTER XXV.
I boiled the water, but it was Maud
who made the coffee. And how good
it was! My contribution was canned
beef fried with crumbled sea biscuit
and water. The breakfast was a suc
cess, and we sat about the fire much
longer than enterprising explorers
should have done, sipping the hot
black coffee and talking over our situ
ation.
I was confident that we should find I
a station in some one of the coves, for
: knew that the rookeries of Bering
sea were thus guarded; but Maud ad
vanced the theory—to prepare me for
disappointment. I do believe, if dis
appointment were to come—that we
had discovered an unknown rookery.
She was in very good spirits, how
ever, and made quite merry in accept
ing our plight as a grave one.
“If you are right,” I said, "then we
must prepare to winter here. Our
food will not last, but there are the
seals. They go away in the fall, so
I must soon begin to lay in a supply
of meat. Then there will be huts to
build and driftwood to gather. Also,
we shall try out seal fat for lighting
purposes. Altogether, we'll have our
hands full if we find the island is un
inhabited. Which we shall not, I
know.”
But she was right. We sailed with
a beam wind along the shore, search
ing the coves with our glasses and
landing occasionally, without finding
a sign of human life. There were no
beaches on the southern shore, and by
early afternoon we rounded the black
promontory and completed the cir
cumnavigation of the island. I esti
mated its circumference at twenty-five
miles, its width varying from two to
five miles; while my most conserva
tive calculation placed on its beaches
two hundred thousand seals.
This brief description is all that En
deavor island merits. Damp and sog
gy where it was not sharp and rocky,
buffeted by storm winds and lashed
by the sea, with the air continually
a-tremble with the bellowdng of two
hundred thousand amphibians, it was
a melancholy and miserable sojourn
ing place. Maud, who had prepared
me for disappointment, and who had
been sprightly and vivacious all day.
broke down as we landed in our own
little cove. She strove bravely to hide
it from me, but while I w-as kindling
another fire I knew she was stifling
her sobs in the blankets under the
sail-tent.
It was my turn to be cheerful, and
I played the part to the best of my
ability, and with such success that 1
brought the laughter back fnto her
dear eyes and song on her lips; for
she sang to me before she went to an
early bed. It was the first time I had
heard her sing, and I lay by the fire,
listening and transported, for she was
nothing if not an artist in everything
she did, and her voice, though not
strong, was wonderfully sweet and ex
pressive.
I slept in the boat,- and I lay awake
long that night, gazing up at the first
stars I had seen in many nights and
pondering the situation. Responsibil
ity of this sort was a new thing to
me. Wolf Larsen had been quite
right. I had stood on my father's legs.
My lawyers and agents had taken care
of my money for me. I had had no
responsibilities at all. Then, on the
Ghost I had learned to be responsible
for myself. And now. for the first
time in my life. I found myself re
sponsible for someone else. And it
was required of me that this should
be the gravest of responsibilities, for
she was the one woman in the world
—the one small woman, as I loved to
think of her.
No wonder we called it Endeavor
island. For two weeks we toiled at
bulding a hut. Maud Insisted on help
ing. and I could have wept over her
bruised and bleeding hands. And
still. I was proud of her because of it.
There was something heroic about
this gently bred woman enduring our
terrible hardship and with her pit
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And Thus, Without Speech, We Await
ed the End.
tance of strength bending to the tasks
of a peasant woman. She gathered
many cf the stones which I built into
the walls of the hut; also, she turned
a deaf ear to my entreaties when I
begged her to desist. She compro
mised. however, by taking upon her
self the lighter labors of cooking and
gathering driftwood and moss for our
winter's supply.
The hut's walls rose without diffi
culty. and everything went smoothly
until the problem of a roof confronted
me.
“Winters used walrus skins on his
hut.” I said.
There are the seals,” she suggest-1
ed. j
So next day the hunting began. I
did not know how to shoot, but I pro
ceeded to learn. And when I had ex
pended some thirty shells for three
seals, I decided that the ammunition
would be exhausted before I acquired
the necessary knowledge.
“We must club the seals,” I an
nounced, when convinced of my poor
marksmanship. “I have heard the
sealers talk about clubbing them.”
"They are so pretty,” she objected.
"I cannot bear to think of it being
done. It is so directly brutal, you
know; so different from shooting
them.”
“That roof must go on,” I answered
grimly. “Winter is almost here. It
is our lives against theirs. It is un
fortunate we haven’t plenty of anv
munition, but I think, anyway, that
they suffer less from being clubbed
than from being all shot up. Besides,
I shall do the clubbing.”
The upshot of the affair was that
she accompanied me next morning.
I rowed into the adjoining cove and
up to the edge of the beach. There
were seals all about us in the water,
and the bellowing thousands on the
beach compelled us to shout at each
other to make ourselves heard.
"I know men club them,” I said,
trying to reassure myself and gazing
doubtfully at a large bull, not thirty
feet away, upreared on his fore-flip
pers and regarding me intently. “But
the question is, How do they club
them?”
“It just comes to me,” she sat«d.
"that Captain Larsen was telling me
how the men raided the rookeries.
They drive the seals, in small herds,
a short distance inland before they
kill them.”
“I don’t care to undertake the herd
ing of one of those harems,” I ob
jected.
"But there are the holluschickie,”
she said. "The nollusehickie haul out
by themselves, and Doctor Jordan
says that paths are left between tho
harems, and that as long as the hol
luschickie keep strictly to the path
they are unmolested by the masters
of the harem.”
"There’s one now,” I said, pointing
to a young bull in the water. "Let’s
watch him, and follow him if he hauls
out.”
He swam directly to the beach and
clambered out into a small opening
between two harems, the masters of
which made warning noises but did
not attack him. We watched hira
travel slowly inward, threading about
among the harems along what must
have been the path.
A quarter of a mile inland we came
upon the holluschickie—sleek young
bulls, living out the loneliness of their
bachelorhood and gathering strength
against the day when they would fight
their way into the ranks of the bene
uicts.
Everything now went smoothly. I
seemed to know Just what to do and
how to do it. Shouting, making
threatening gestures with my club,
and even prodding the lazy ones, I
quickly cut out a score of the young
bachelors from their companions.
Whenever one made an attempt to
break back toward the water, I head
ed it off. Maud took an active part
in the drive, and with her cries and
fiourishings of the broken oar was of
considerable assistance. I noticed,
though, that whenever one looked
tired and lagged, she let it slip past.
But I noticed, also, whenever one
with a show of fight, tried to break
past, that her eyes glinted and showed
bright, and she rapped it smartly with
her club.
“My, it's exciting!” she cried, paus
ing from sheer weakness. "I think
I'll sit down.”
I drove the little herd (a dozen
strong, now, what of the escapes she
had permitted) a hundred yards far
ther on; and by the time she joined
me I had finished the slaughter and
was beginning to skin. An hour later
we went proudly back along the path
between the harems. And twice again
we came down the path. burdened
with skins, till I thought we had
enough to roof the hut. I set the sail,
laid one tack out of the cove, and on
the other tack made our own little in
ner cove.
“It's just like home-coming,” Maud
said, as I ran the boat ashore.
I heard her words with a responsive
thrill, it was all so dearly intimate
and natural, and 1 said:
"It seems as though I have lived
this life always. The world of books
and bookish folk is very vague, more
like a dream memory than an actual
ity. I surely have hunted and forayed
and fought all the days of my life.
And you, too, seem a part of it. You
are—" I was on the verge of saying,
“my woman, my mate,” but glibly
changed it to—“standing the hardship
well."
But her ear had caught the flaw.
She recognized a flight that midmost
broke. She gave me a quick look.
“Not that. You were saving—?”
"That the American Mrs. Meynell
was living the life of a savage and
living it quite successfully," I said
easily.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The South has approximately 240,
000.000 acres of undeveloped land.
OYSTER MUST BE FROZEN
Only Way to Make Sure of It, Accord
ing to Veteran Captain Who
Ought to Know.
Now, who would think it would be
necessary to freeze an oyster in or
der to place it in a state of suspended
animation? According to our human
ideals, it would seem that even the
liveliest and most exuberant of
oysters would, in its normal exist
ence in a shell nailed down to a reef
At the sea's bottom, approach the con
dition of "suspended animation" as
nearly as anything could approach it.
That certainly sounds like about the
jero of activity.
But take it from,old Cap’n Ockers
cf West Sayville, who has hobnobbed
with oysters all his life, they are a
ruooth lot You may think that
they’re Immobile, but just take your
«yes off ’em a minute if you dare!
The only way to make sure of 'em is
Ui freeze ’em. Once into the ice box
with ’em and tbelr animation is sus
pended all right But, on Cap n
Dears' fevi, this Is the only way to
be sure of making port without dan
ger of mutiny on the part of your
catch.
We believe that, as was to be ex
pected from one whose years have
been spent in such close communion
with the deceitful bivalve, the Cap'n
even has some theories regarding the
possibility of translating it to im
mortality through the process of re
frigeration. But the soul of the
oyster is too esoteric a subject for us.
Wq quit at suspended animation—in
the stew.
The Reunion.
"Whom do you suppose I met this
afternoon?” asked Hubby gayly as he
entered the house some two hours
past the usual dinner hour.
‘‘One of your old college chums,”
guessed wifle promptly, catching a
whiff of his breath.
Woman's Way.
“When you go shopping, my dear,
why don’t you get all the necessary
things first."
“Oh! well, .hey somehow seem so
unimportant."
MORE UPHEAVALS MAY COME
Abundant Proof That Nature’s Resist
less Forces Have Not Been For
ever Quieted.
The Wasatch mountains, once a
level plain and formed through some
gigantic upheaval of nature, are still
restless, showing that the process of
nature which carved the peaks and
canyons is still in progress. During
the long period of slow earth move
ment which made these mountains,
flat-lying parallel beds of rock were lo
cally turned on edges, crumpled and
folded in a wonderfully intricate man
ner.
These upturned and crumpled rocks
are well shown in Ogden canyon. The
west face of the W’asatch range is be
lieved to mark the plane of a normal
earth fault at a nearly vertical crack
in the earth's crust, the rocks on the
east side of which went up or those
on the west side went down. A num
ber of parallel faults were developed
close together and the broken pieces
of the earth’s crust between them were
I pushed up, the rocks on one side of
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each crack riding up over those on
the other side until the great moun
tain range was formed.
Its Real Meaning.
A train which left a southern city
soon after the news of the Willard
Jolinson fight had been received made
its first stop at a little town chiefly
inhabited by negroes. A group of
them sat near the little station, shoot
ing craps. They asked eagerly for
news of the battle, and on learning the
result from the conductor a mournful
murmur of disappointment arose. One
only seemed indifferent, and impatient
ly started to resume the game. His
neighbor waxed indignant.
“Ain't yo' got no heart, niggah,” he
demanded “What fo' am yo' so indif
f’rent? Don’t yo’ realize de metamor
phosis dat am befallen our race. Don’t
yo’ know what it means?”
“Deed Ah do know what it means,
deed Ah do know. It dun mean, nig
gah, de return ob crap shootin’ as de
national game."
No woman is always right, and no
woman's husband is always wrong.
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In Woman’s Realm
Fine Cotton Fabrics and Linen Lawns Most in Favor for Under
Garments—Little Really New in the Designs Shown This
Season—Pretty Coat for Littie Girl That the Home
Dressmaker Should Be Able to Fashion.
There is nothing startlingly new in
iie designs displayed in new lingerie,
filet lace is a more important feature
han it has ever been, used as yokes
or nightgowns and other garments,
entire corset covers are made of it.
Jluny and hand crochet or tatting edg
ngs are used wKh it. and often addi
tional ornament in hand embroidery,
vhich may extend from the fabric to
he lace, appears ou the most elaborate
hings.
A nightdress and an envelope
:hemise are shown in the picture, in
vhich hand embroidery is applied to
her journeyings to and from the kin
dergarten or school and for her play
time and any other time during the
cool days of spring.
The model shown in the picture is
about a:s simply put together as it is
possible for a coat to be. It is cut on
familiar lines and presents no diffi
culties to the home dressmaker, be
cause she may secure a pattern very
like it from any standard pattern com
pany. It hangs almost straight from
the shoulders, and therefore there is
little in the way of fitting to do. It
is to be lined with messaline or other
FASHIONS IN FINE LINGERIE.
ine nainsook. The nightdress is a
*slip-over” model, with short sleeves
:ut in one with the body of the gown,
t hangs straight and is finished with
luttonhole-stitched scallops at the
sottom. The neck and sleeves are
;dged in the same way. A floral fes
oon is embroidered about the top of
he gown, and sprays of blossoms on
.he sleeves. It is a pretty fashion to
;mbroider the initial or monog im on
he top of one sleeve.
The envelope chemise is embroid
ered across the front with a bow
tnot and flower pattern. The edges
ire finished with shallow scallops,
with a fine val edging set under them,
kbout the neck a narrow beading takes
:are of the baby ribbon which is
:hreaded through it to adjust the gar
nent.
The waist is held in place by a wider
thin silk, and may be interlined with
a light muslin.
In making coats at home it is a
good plan to cut the interlining first
and, if alterations are found neces
sary, make them when the interlining
has been basted up and tried on the
ligure. When the interlining has
been made to set as it should, the ma
terial for the coat and the lining is
to be cut according to the interlining,
which will serve as a pattern. Some
times the collar is a little difficult
to adjust, and sometimes setting the
sleeves in properly gives the home
dressmaker some uneasiness.
The coat pictured has a wide belt
of serge terminating at each side,
where it joins a plaited girdle of silk
that extends across the front. This
is fastened to the belt with a button
at both sides and may be left off en
FOR HER DAILY WEAR.
ribbon run through slashes in the nain
sook. They are finished with button
hole stitching. The bottom of the
chemise is finished like the sleeves.
The little girl of five, or six, or sev
»n or so. looks well in almost any
style of coat, and needs at least one
hat is livable for her daily wear. Here
s one made of plain serge, piped with
i striped fabric, that will serve for
tirely. The belt is stitched to the
coat along its upper side. The silk
girdle is merely an item of decoration
and, if it is omitted, a fourth button
is to be added to the three large, flat
bone buttons at the front.
Transparent Collars.
Among the many little things of
:ress to be seen in connection with
.pring novelties let us speak first of
i "trifle light as air" in the shape of
i transparent collar which may be
;aid to be very becoming.
The collar is of the liedici persua
ion and made of gauze in a subtle
bade of heliotrope. The collar is
iuite transparent, though two thick
tesses of gauze are introduced. Slen
ler supports, fine as horsehair, are in
roduced here and there between the
two pieces of gauze, and the top of
the collar is finished with a picot edge.
It must be confessed that these col
lars are very fragile, but they are ef
fective when worn with a navy blue
costume.
Rosettes of Ribbon.
Ribbons enter extensively into the
trimmings of hats and a special glace
ribbon, made up into rosettes, appears
on a great number of models. Velvet
rosettes are also employed, together
with bands of metal braids.
BE©M HOT WATER
mnc IF YOU
©0KT FEEL RIGHT
Says glass of hot water with
phosphate before breakfast
washes out poisons.
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If you wake up with a bad taste, bad
breath and tongue is coated; if your
head is dull or aching; if what you eat
sours and forms gas and acid in stom
ach, or you are bilious, constipated,
nervous, sallow and can’t get feeling
just right, begin drinking phosphated
hot water. Drink before breakfast, a
glass of real hot water with a tea
spoonful of limestone phosphate in it.
This will flush the poisons and toxins
from stomach, liver, kidneys and bow
els and cleanse, sweeten and purify
the entire alimentary tract Do your
inside bathing immediately upon aris
ing in the morning to wash out of the
i system all the previous day's poison
ous waste, gases and sour bile before
putting more food into the stomach.
To feel like young folks feel; like
you felt before your blood, nerves and
muscles became loaded with body im
purities, get from your druggist or
storekeeper a quarter pound of lime
stone phosphate which is inexpensive
and almost tasteless, except for a
sourish tinge which is not unpleasant.
Just as soap and hot water act on
the skin, cleansing, sweetening and
freshening, so hot water and lime
stone phosphate act on the stomach,
liver, kidneys and bowels. Men and
women who are usually constipated,
bilious, headachy or have any stomach
disorder should begin this inside bath
ing before. breakfast. They are as
sured they will become real cranks on
the subject shortly.—Adv.
Gray matter is all right in its place—
and so is the long green.
KIDNEY TROUBLE
WEARS YOU OUT
I had Kidney and Stomach trouble for
several years and lost over 40 pounds in
weight; tried every remedy that I could
and got no relief until I took Swamp
Root. It gave me quicker relief than
anything that I ever used. I now weigh
185 pounds and am singing the praises
of Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root and recom
mending its use to all who have stomach
and kidney troubles.
Respectfully vours,
E. C. MENDENHALL.
McNeil, Arkansas.
Subscribed and sworn to before me, a
Notary Public, this 27th dav of March,
1915. J. W. RHEA.
Notary Public.
Prove What Swamp-Root Will Do For You
Send ten cente^ to Dr. Kilmer & Co..
Binghamton, N. Y., for a sample size bot
tie. It will convince anyone. Y’ou will
also receive a booklet of valuable infor
mation.telling about tbe kidneys and blad
der. When writing, be sure and mention
this paper. Regular fifty-cent and one
dollar size bottles for sale at all drug j
stores.—Adv.
Story That Defies Time.
Commentaries have been written on
the Book of Job which only Job could
have the patience to read. A hundred
books have been written and many a
song has been sung with the fortunes
of Mary Stuart for their burden, but
these have been redeemed from the
dullness which has so often fallen
upon even the stupendous drama of
the Old Testament by the mystery and
glamor which ever wait upon the Scot
tish queen.
More than three centuries have
passed since she stood to her trial in
Fotheringay castle, yet time, that cov
ers most things with its weeds, has
been powerless to impair the interest
of her story.
Improved.
“We’re getting better service on
this line than we used to,” remarked
the commuter. “This train has been
on time every day for nearly a month.
Before that she was always from twen
ty to thirty minutes late.”
’’Yes,” answered the conductor.
“That was when the engineer was
courting that pretty girl at the lunch
counter up the line. They're married
low, and it doesn't take him so long
to say good-by as it used to.”
Someone Always Celebrating.
"When is Independence day?”
“Oh, divorces are being granted all
the time.”—Boston Evening Tran
script.
EXPERIMENTS
Teach Things of Value.
Where one has never made the ex
periment of leaving off coffee and v
drinking Postum, it is still easy to '
learn something about it by reading
the experiences of others.
Drinking Postum is a pleasant way
out of coffee troubles. A Penn, man
says:
“My wife was a victim of nervous
ness, weak stomach and loss of ap
petite for years; and although we re
sorted to numerous methods for re
lief, one of which was a change from
coffee to tea, it was ail to no purpose
“‘We knew coffee was causing the
trouble but could not find anything to
take its place until we tried Postum.
“Within two weeks after she quit coffee
and began using Postum almost all of
her troubles had disappeared as if by
magic. It was truly wonderful. Her
nervousness was gone, stomach trou
ble relieved, appetite improved and,
above all, a night's rest was complete
and refreshing.
"This sounds like an exaggeration,
as it all happened so quickly. Each
day there was improvement, for tha
"Postum was undoubtedly strengthen
ing her. Every particle of this good
work is due to drinking Postum in
place of coffee.” Name given by Pos
tum Co., Battle Creek, Mich.
Postum coroes in two forms:
Postum Cereal—the original form—
must be well boiled. 13c and 25c pkgs.
Instant Postum—a soluble powder—
dissolves quickly in a cup of hot wa- V
ter, and, with cream and sugar, makes a
a delicious beverage instant1 a 30c %
and 50c tins. ^
Both forms are equally delicious
and cost about the same per cup.
“There's a Reason” for Postum.
—sold by Grocers