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©/^auction block A AOVEL or NEW YORK: UrE I SffTZry, BEACA t T 'ILLUSTRATION 4^ E PARKER SYNOPSIS. Peter Knight, defeated for political of fice in his town, decides to venture New York In order that the family fortunes Jsiight benefit by the expected rise of is charming daughter, Lorelei. A vv«.U known critic Interview's Lorelei Knight, now stage beauty with Bergman’s Revue, for a special article. Her coin-huntine mother outlines Lorelei’s ambitions, but Blosjon, the press agent, later adds his Infotr.natlon. »«»<••••••••»••••••»•••»•* • • • There is a lesson here for the • • small town girl who thinks she * • has a call to go on the stage. Too • • many pretty lasses from the £ • country mc»t a bad fate in the • • sordid life Of the city and too • • often success is bought at the • • price of sorrow. • • • •••••••••••••••••••••••••a CHAPTER II—Continued. publicity pleased her. lu due course rival managers began to make offers, which Mrs. Knight, rising nobly to the first test of her business ability, used ns levers to raise her daughter's salary and to pry out of Bergman a five-year contract. The role of the Fairy Prin cess was a result. Lorelei had arrived at the point where further advancement depended upon study and hard work; but, since these formed no part of the family program, she remained idle. Profi ciency In stagecraft of any sort comes only at the expense of peonage, and this girl was being groomed solely for matrimony. With the support of the family en tirely upon her shoulders, she had been driven to many shifts in order to stretch her salary to livable propor tions. Peter was a total burden, and Jim either refused or was unable to contribute toward the common fund, while the mother devoted her time al most solely to managing Lorelei's af fairs. Presents were showered upon the girl, and these Mrs. Knight con verted Into cash. Conspicuous stage characters are always welcome at the prominent cafes; hence Lorelei never had to pay for food or drink when alone, and when escorted she received a commission on the money spent. She was well paid for posing: advertise ments of toilet articles, face creams, dentifrices, yielded something. In the commercial exploitation of her daugh ter Mrs. Knight developed something like genius. But of all the so-called “grafts” open to handsome girls in her business the quickest and best returns came front prodigal entertainers like j Jarvis Hammon. direction with an expression of pecul iar, derisive aruuserueut. Hammou was the center of an ad miring group; congratulations were be ing buried at him from every quarter. At his side was I.ilas Lynn, very dark, very striking, very expensively gowned and elaborately bejeweled. The room was dinning with the strains of an invisible orchestra and the vocal up roar. Becoming conscious of Lorelei's gaze, her escort looked down, showing his teeth in a grin that was not of pleasure. “You like it?" he asked. “It's beautiful, but—the extrava gance is almost criminal.” “I>on’t tel! me how many starving newsboys or how many poor families the cost of this supper would support for a year. I hate poor people. Now for the ortolans and the humming bird tongues. No doubt there's a pearl ij*. every winecup. Prepare to have your palate tickled with a feather when your appetite flags.” “That’s what the Romans did, isn't it?” “A gold safety razor—evidently n warning not to play with edged tools. I wonder if Miss Lynn bought one for Jarvis?” “No, why did you say that.” Lorelei asked, quickly, “and why did you ask in that peculiar tone if she and I were friends?" The man leaned closer, saying in a voice that did not carry above the clamor: “I suppose you know she’s making a fool of him? I suppose you realize what it means when a woman of her stamp gets a man with money in her power? You must know all there is to "know from the outside: it occurred “His mother's son. Need we say more? He’s a freat help to the family, for he keeps ’em from getting too proud over LoMbI. He sells introduc tions to his sit.er.” Campbell PPpe's exclamation was lost in a babble of voices as a bevy of “Swimming Girls" descended from the enchanted regions above and scur ried out upon the stage. Through the double curtail: the orchestra could be faintly heard; a voice was crying, “Places." “Some Soul Kissers with this troupe, eh?” remarked Slosson, when the scampering figures had disappeared. “Yes. BergrJnn has made a fortune out of ' this PTad of show. He’s a friend to the 'T',red Business Man.’ ” “Speaking of the weary Wall street workers, there uhll be a dozen of our ribbon winners at the Hammon sup per tonight.” ’’Tell me. is Lorelei Knight a regu lar—er—frequenter of these affairs?” "Sure. It's f'art of the graft.” “I see.” “She has to flece out her salary like the other girls. Why, her whole family is around her isck—mother, brother and father. Oij man Knight was run over by a tasltftb last summer. It didn't hurt the machine, but he's got a broken back iS something. Too bad it wasn't broifier Jimmy. You must meet him. by ihe way. I never beard of Lorelei's dtiug anything really— bad.” For the ramuent Campbell Pope made no reply. Meanwhile a great wave of singlaf flooded the regions at the back of tht theater as the curtain rose and the cJtrrus broke into sudden sound. When !*» did speak it was with unusunl bitteriftss. “Are you a student as well as an artist. Miss Knight.” “I thought you were going to be pleasant, but you’re not, are you?" Locelei was smilingly fixedly. “I’m afraid you don’t intend to have a good time, Mr.—” They had found their places at the table, and Lorelei’s escort was seating her. “I didn’t catch your name when we were introduced.” “Nor I.” said he, taking his place be side her. “It sounded like Rice Curry or some other dish, but it’s really Mer kle—John T. Merkle.” “Ah! You’re a banker. Aren’t you pretty—reckless confessing your rank, as it were?” “I’m a bachelor: also an invalid and an insomniac. You couldn’t bring me any more trouble than I have.” Again he looked toward Hammon, and this time he frowned. “From Indications I'll soon have company, however." “Indeed. Is there talk of a divorce there?” She inclined her head in the host’s direction. Merkle retorted acidly: “My dear child, don’t try to act the ingenue. You’re in the same show as Miss Lynn, and you must know what's going on. This sort of thing can't continue indefi nitely, for Mrs. Hammon is very much alive, to say nothing of her daughters. Let’s be natural, at least. I haven't slept lately, and I’m not patient enough to he polite.” “It's a bargain. I’ll try to be as disagreeable as you are," said Lorelei; and Mr. Merkle signified bis prompt acquiescence. He lit a huge mono grammed cigarette, pushed aside his hors d'oeuvres. and reluctantly turned down his array of wineglasses one by one. “Can't eat, can’t drink, can't sleep." he grumbled.. "Stewed prunes and rice for my portion. Waiter, tiring me a bottle of vichy, and when it's gone bring me another." The diners had arranged themselves by now; tbe supper had.begun’. A bo hemian spirit prevailed: the ardor of the men. lashed on by laughter, co quetry and smiles, rose quickly; wine flowed, and a general Intimacy began. Introductions were no longer neces sary. tbe talk flew back and forth along the rim of the rose-strewn semi circle. As Lorelei and her companion left | their taxicabs nnd entered Proctor's j Hotel, shortly before midnight, they ! were met by a head waiter and shown into an ornate ivory-and-gold elevator, which lifted them noiselessly to an up per floor. Thoy made their exit into a deep-carpeted hall, at the end of which two splendid creatures In the panoply of German field marshals stood guard over one of the smaller banquet rooms. Hammon himself greeted the girls when they had surrendered their wraps, and, after his introduction to Lorelei, engaged Lilas in earnest con versation. Lorelei watched him curiously. She saw a powerfully built gray-haired man, whose vigor age had not im paired. In face he was perhaps fifty years old. In body he was much less. He had a bold, incisive manner that was compelling and stamped him as a big man in more ways than one. Play fully he pinched Lilas’ cheek, then turned with a smile to say: “You’ll pardon us for whispering, won’t you, Miss Knight? You see, Li las got up this little party, and I've been waiting to consult her about some of the details. Awfully good of you to come. I hope you'll find my friends agreeable and enjoy yourself." Perhaps twenty men in evening dress and as many elaborately gowned young women were gossiping and smoking as the last comers appeared. Someone raised a vigorous complaint at the host’s tardiness, but Harumnn laughed a rejoinder, then gave a sig nal. whereupon folding doors at the end of the room were thrown back, nnd those nearest the banquet hall moved toward it. Hammon was introducing two of his friends—one a languid, middle-aged man, the other a large-featured person with a rumbling voice. The former dropped his cigarette and 1 lowed cour teously. His appearance as he faced Lorelei was prepossessing, and she breathed a thanksgiving as she took his arm. “I Suppose You Know She's Making a Fool of Him?” to .ne that you might also know some thing about the inside of the affair. Do you?" “I'm afraid not. 4 All I’ve heard is the common gossip.” “There's a good deal here that doesn’t show on the surface. That woman is a menace to a great many people, of whom I happen to be one." "You speak as if she were a dauger ous character, and as if she had delib erately entangled him," Lorelei said, defendingly. “As a matter of fact, she did nothing of the sort: she avoided him as long as she could, but he per sisted. he persecuted her until she was forced to—accept him. Men of his wealth can do anything, you know.” “She had scruples?” “No more than the rest of us, I pre sume. She gave her two weeks' no tice because he annoyed her: but be fore the time was up Bergman took a hand. He sent for her one evening, and when she went down there was Mr. Hammon, too. When she came upstairs she was hysterical. She cried and laughed and cursed—it was ter rible." “Curious,” murmured the man. star ing at the object of their controversy. "What did she say?” “Oh, nothing connected. She called him every kind of a monster, accused him of every crime from murder to—" “Murder!" The banker started. It a the rotteuest business In the world. Slossou. Two years ago she was a country girl; now she's a Broad way belle. How long will she last, d'you think?” “She’s too beautiful to last long,” agreed the pre.*s agent, soberly, “espe cia'ly now that the wolves are on her trail. But he> danger isn’t so much from the peopl* she meets with as the people she eatf with. That family of hers would dr'.<e any girl to the limit They intend 19 cash in on her; the mother says six’ “And they tutl, too. She can have her choice of tJf* wealthy rounders.” “Don’t get rr,e wrong.” Slosson has Lorelei turned from the man on her left, who had regaled her with an end less story, the point of which had sent the teller in hiccups of laughter, and said to John Merkle: “I'm glad I'm with you tonight. I don’t like drinking men.” “Can a girl in your position afford preferences?” he inquired, tartly, Thus far the banker laid fully lived up to his sour reputation. “All women are extravagant. I have preferences, even if I can't afford them. If you were a tippler instead of a plain grouch I could tell you precise ly how you’d act and what you’d talk about. I’d die if I had to teach you the taugo.” Mr. .Merkle grunted, “So would I.” She smiled sweetly. “You see. we’re both unpleasant people.” Merkle meditated in silence while she attacked her food with a healthy, youthful appetite that awoke bis envy. “I suppose you see a lot of this sort of thing?” he at length suggested. "There's something of the kind near ly every night. This party isn’t as bad as some, for the very reason that most of the tnen are from out of town, nnd it’s a bit of a novelty to them. Hut there's a crowd of regular New Yorkers — the younger men about town—” She paused significantly. ”1 accepted one invitation from them. It was quite enough." “I’ve traveled some.” observed Merkle, "but this city is getting to be the limit.” She nodded her amber head. "There's only one Paris, after all. and that’s New York." , The meal grew noisier; the orches tra interspersed sensuous melodies from the popular successes with the tantalizing ragtime airs that had set the city to singing. Silent-footed at tendants deposited tissue-covered pack ages before the guests. There was a flutter of excitement as the women be gan to examine their favors. "What is it?” Merkle inquired, lean ing toward Lorelei. “The new saddlebag purse. See? It's very Frenchy. Gold fittings—and a coin purse and card case inside. See the monogram? Lilas picked these out for Mr. Hammon, and they’re exqui site. We share the same dressing room, you know.” Merkle regarded her with a sudden new interest. “Then—I dare say you're close friends?” “We’re close enough—in that room; but scarcely friends. What did you get?” "He had made a long ngnt to Deal her down, and she was unstrung. She seemed to have a queer physical aver sion to him." "Humph! She's got nobly over that.” “I’ve told you this because yon seemed to think she's to blame, when it is ail Mr. Ilammon's doing.” "It’s a peculiar situation—very. You've interested me. In a way I don't blame him for seeking amuse ment and happiness where be can find it, and yet—I'm afraid of the result” “The city is full of Samsons, and most of them have their Delilahs." Merkle agreed. "These men put Mammon where he Is. I wonder if they will let him stay there. It de pends upon Hint girl yonder.” Me turned to answer n question from Han nibal Wharton, and Lorelei gave her attention to the part of the entertain ment which was beginning on the stage. Of a sudden the clamor was silenced, and indifference gave place to curiosity, for the music had begun the Introduction of one of Adoree Dem orest’s songs. Lorelei had never seen tlds much-discussed actress, whose wickedness had set the town agog, anil her first impression was vaguely dis appointing. Miss Demorest’s beauty was b.v no means remarkable. She was animated, audacious, vividly alive In a daring costume of solid black, against and through which her limbs flashed with startling effect as she performed her famous Danse do Nuit. "Hin-m! Nothing very extreme about flint," remarked Merkle. at length. “It would be beautiful if It were better done." Hammon clapped the other gentle man upon the shoulder, crying: "Han nibal. I saw your supper partner flirt ing with ‘Handsome Dan’ Avery. Bet ter find her quick.” Lorelei recognized the deep-voiced man as Hannibal C. Wharton, one of the dominant figures in the Steel syn dicate: she knew him instantly from his newspaper pictures. The man be side her, however, was a stranger, and she raised her eyes to his with some curiosity. He was studying her with manifest admiration, despite the fact that his lean features were cast in a sardonic mold. “It is a pleasure to meet a celebrity like you, Miss Knight." he murmured. As they enter*d the banquet hall she gave a little cry of pleasure, for it was evident that Hammon. noted ns he was for lavish expenditure, had outdone himself this time. The whole room had been transformed into a bower of roses, great, climbing bushes, heavy with blooms. The table, a horseshoe of silver and white, of glittering plate and sparkling cut glass, faced a rustic stage which occupied one end of the room: occupying the inner arc of the half-circle was a wide but shallow stone fountain, upon the surface of which floated large-leaved Egyptian pond lilies. Fat-bellied goldfish with filmy fins, and tails like Iridescent wed ding trains, propelled themselves indo lently about. Hut the surprising feature of the dec orating scheme was not apparent at first glance. Through the bewildering riot of greenery had been woven an al most invisible netting, nnd the space behind formed a prison for birds and butterflies. Disturbed by the commo tion. the feathered creatures twittered and fluttered against the netting in « panic. As for the butterflies, no arti ficial light could deceive them, and they clung with closed wings to leaves and branches, only now and then dis playing their full glory in a sleepy pro test. "How—beautiful!” gasped Lorelei, when she bad taken in the whole scene. “But—the poor little things are frightened.” She looked up to find her companion staring in Hammon's “You’ll Pardon Us for Whispering, Won’t You?” tened to quality. "She's square; un derstand?” "Of course; ‘object matrimony.’ It’s the old story, nnd her mother will see to the ring and the orange blossoms. But what’s the difference, after all, Slosson? It’ll be hell for her, and a sale to the highest bidder, either way.” CHAPTER III. in his summary of Lorelei's present life Sicwson bad not been far wrong. Many changes had come to the Knights during the past two years—changes of habit, of thought and of outlook; the entire family had found it necessary to alter their system of ilving. But it was In the girl that the changes Showed most. When Mrs. Knight had forecast an immediate success for her daughter she had spoken with the wis dom of a Cassandra. Moreover, she took naturally to the work, finding it more Hke play; and, being quite free from girlish timidity, she felt no stage fright, even upon her first appearance. Her recognition had followed quickly— tt was impossible to hide such perfec tion of loveliness as hers—and the Lorelei njjreod. She had heen star ing with all a woman's Intentness at this sister whose strength consisted of her frailty, and now inquired: “How does she get away with it?” “By the power of suggestion. I dare say. Her public is looking for some thing devilish, and discovers whatever it chooses to imagine in what she says and does.” Hanulbal Wharton had changed his seat, and, regardless of the dancer, be gun a conversation with Merkle. After a time Lorelei heard him say: “It coat me five thousand dollars to pay for the damage those boys did. They threatened to jail Bob, but of course I didn't allow that." “I remember. That was five years CHAPTER IV. The hand-clapping ceased ns the dancer reappeared, smiling and bow ing. "I will dance again if you wish.’" she announced, in perfect English, “in troducing my new partner, Mr.—” she glanced into tlie wings inquiringly— “Seuor Roberto. It is his first public appearance in this country, and we will endeavor to execute u variation of the Argentine tango." Mr. Wharton was still talking. “That's my way of raising a son. I taught Bob to drink when I drank, to smoke when I smoked, and all that. My father raised me that way.” The opening strain of a Spanish dance floated out from the hidden mu sicians, Mile. Demorest whirled into view in the arms of a young man in eve ning dress. She was still laughing, but her partner wore a grave face, and his eyes wore lowered; he followed the in tricate movements of the dance with some difficulty. To Lorelei he appeared disappointingly amateurish. Then a ripple of merriment, growing into a guffaw, advised her that something out of the ordinary was occurring. “The—scoundrel!" Hannibal Wbar ton cried. Merkle observed dryly: “He's won your thousand. I withdraw what I said about him: it requires a gigantic intelligence to outwit you.” To Lorelei he added: “This will be considered a great joke on Broadway.” “That is Mr. Wharton’s son?” “It is—and the most dissipated lump of arrogance in New York.” "Bob," the father shouted, “quit that foolishness and come down here!” But the junior Wharton, his eyes fixed upon the stage, merely danced the harder. A few moments later he sank into a chair near his father, saying: “Well, dad. what d'you think of my educated legs? I learned that at night school.” Wharton grumbled unintelligibly, but it was plain that he was not en tirely displeased at his son's prank. “Y'ou were superb.” said Merkle warmly. “It’s the best thing I ever saw you do. Bob. You could almost make a liviug for yourself at it.” The young man grinned, showing rows of firm, strong teeth. Lorelei, who was watching him, decided that he must have at least twice the usual number: yet it was a good mouth—a good. big. generous mouth. “Thanks for those glorious words of praise: that's more than we're doing on the Street nowadays. Whew! Got any grape-juice for a growing boy?" He helped himself to his father’s wine glass and drained it. “You can settle now, dad—one thousand iron men. I owe it to Demorest.” “What do you mean?” “Debt of honor. I heard she was due here with some kind of an electric thrill, so I offered her my share of the sweepstakes to further disgrace herself by dancing with me.” He caught Lore What are considered the earliest evi dences of man's existence on this con tinent, and the estimated date of the same? Charles Conrad Abbott, arch eologist. after seeking all his life to find an answer to these very questions, wrote: “The literature of the subject is enormous and stands quite as much a monument to our ignorance as to our erudition.” Archeologists have been unable to agree upon the time he first appeared here. Occasionally, says tho Kansas City Star, a skull or a skeleton is found, as the Lansing skeleton in Kansas, and a great controversy rages over it, some archeologists claiming for it great antiquity, and others class ing it as quite modern. It is safe to say that the majority do not accept any of the skeletons that have been found as conclusive evidence of man’s existence here before the ice ages. And yet they generally do agree that man was here before the ice age, the date of which is variously estimated, the .average estimate being around 20,000 years ago. The "ice age” was a period when the north part of this continent was covered with a cap of ice a mile or two thick. It extended south to a little beyond Kansas City in this region. As It gradually melted there were great floods which deposited the deep earth banks hereabouts known as “loess.” Mr. Abbott believes the only evi dences we have of man’s ancient exist ence here, which admit of no dispute, are our seacoast shell heaps, notably along the Atlantic coast. That these clams and oysters were placed there by man is proved by the implements found in them. In many places the base of the heaps are several feet be low the ocean’s surface at low tide, proving that the land has sunk that much since they began to be piled up, and this would place the beginning of , the shell heaps back nearly to the last ' lei’s eye Mini stared boldly. "Hedo! ’ believe in fairies, too. dad. Introduce me to tiie Princess." Merkle volunteered this service, and Bob promptly hitched bis chair closer Lorelei saw that he was very drin k, and marveled at his control during th. recent exhibition. “Tell me more about the ‘Parti-color Petticoat’ and ‘Dento! Chewing Gum.' Miss Knight. Your face is a household word in every street car," he began. She replied promptly, quoting hap hazard from the various advertise ments in which site figured. "It never shrinks; it holds its shape; it must he seen to he appreciated: is cool, re freshing. and prevents decay.” “How did you meet that French dancer?” Hannibal Wharton queried, sourly, of his sou. “I stormed the stage door and way laid her in the wings. She thought I was you, dad. Wharton is a grand old name.” He chuckled at his father’s exclamation. "Where did you learn those Argen tine wiggles?” “Hard times are to blame, dad. Tfie old men on the exchange play golf i*!l day. and the young ones turkey-trot t.!l night. I stay up late in the hope that I may find a quarter that some sun urbanite has dropped.” The elder men rose and sauntered away in the direction of their host, whereupon Bob winked. “They’ve left us flat. Why? Be cause the wicked Mile. Demorest bus finally made her appearance as a guest. My dad is a splendid shock absorber. Naughty, naughty papa!” “It's probably well that you came with her: fathers are so indiscreet” Young Wharton signaled to a waiter who was passing with a wine bottle and a napkin. “Tarry!” he cried. “Remove the shroud, please, and let rne look at poor old Roderer. Thanks. How natural he tastes.” Then to Lorelei: “The gov ernor is a woman hater; but no man is safe in range of your liquid orbs. Miss Knight. Wouldn't mother enjoy rending the list of Hammon's guests at tliis party? ‘Among those present were Mr. Hannibal C. Wharton, the well known rolling-mill man: Miss Lorelei Knight, principal first-act fairy of the Bergman Revue, and Mile. Adoree Demorest, the friend of a king. A good time was had by a!!, and the diners enjoyed themselves very nice.' ” He laughed loudly, and the girl stirred. “She’d be pleased to read also that you came late, but highly intoxicated.” “Ah! Salvation Nell." Rob took no offense. “If the hour was late she'd know my intoxication followed as a matter of course. I am a derivative of alcohol, the one and infallible argu ment against temperance. Miss Knight.” “You talk as if you were always drunk." “Oh—not always. By day I am fre quently sober, but at such times I am fit company for neither man nor beast: I am harsh and unsympathetic: I scheme and I connive. With nightfall, however, there comes a metamorpho sis. Once I am stocked up with ales, wines, liquors and cigars, I become a living, palpitating Influence for good, spreading happiness and prosperity in my wake.” ago. and I5oi> hasn't changed a ivhit. I think he's a menace to society.” Wharton laughed, but his reply was lost in the clamorous demand for an encore by Mile. Demorest. “So he gets his devilment from you. eh?” Merkle Inquired. “It isn’t devilment. Bob’s all right. He’s running with a fast crowd, and he has to keep up his end.” “Bah! lie hasn't been sober in a year.” "You’re a dyspeptic, .lohn. You were born with a gray beard, and you’re not growing younger. He wanted to come to this party, but—I didn’t care to have him for obvious reasons, so I told Hammon to refuse him even if he asked. He bet me a thousand dollars he'd come anyhow, and I’ve been ex pecting him to overpower those door men or creep up the tire escape.” Do you consider yourself in such a condition now?” queried Lorelei, vaguely amused. “I am, and, since it is long past the closing hour of one and the tango par lors are dark, suppose we blow this 'Who's Who in Pittsburgh' and taxi cab out to a roadhouse where the bass fiddle is still inhabited and the second generation is trotting to the ‘Robert E. Lee'?" Lorelei shook her head with a smile. “I don't care to go.” “Strange!” Mr. Wharton* helped himself to a goblet of wine, appearing to heap the liquor above the edge of the glass. “No, if I were sober I could understand how you might pre fer these ‘pappy guys’ to me, for no body likes me then, but I’m agreeably pickled. Merkle won’t take you any where, for he’s full of distilled water and has a directors’ meeting at ten.” ••••••••••••••••••••••••A Will young Mr, Wharton prove o in the end to be a menace cr a J salvation to this beautiful girl • pursued by smuthounds? • •••••••••••••••••a*ososeo (TO BE CONTINUED.) Man’s Existence an Earth ice agG. The age of the shell heaps is also established as reaching back far from the fact that since they were deposited the same species of mollusk has gradually undergone an evolu tionary change. The cliff dwellings of Colorado and elsewhere are not believed to be of great antiquity. The mounds of which there are so many, especially in the southern and middle western states, were built by modern Indians, many of them by the Cherokees. The ruins of Mexico and Central America, white of great age, are not supposed to go back more than a few thousand years. /s to the origin of man in America there are great divergencies of opin- ; ion. Eduard Seler. professor of American ; antiquity in the Observatory of Berlin, j says: "Where the various prehistoric I peoples of America came from no one ! knows. I do not think they came from | Asia in comparatively recent times : Man is very old in America. I think; j perhaps he antedates the glacia' period. The cultures of the prehis : toric peoples bear no trace of bein? | imported either from Asia or Europe, j Neither their architecture nor scienta were brought from other countries j The architecture of the ancient peo- ' pies of America bears no resemblance to anything we know in the old world. It is my belief that the architecture, the astronomical knowledge, the science and culture of prehistoric Mexico developed there without a hint of information from Europe or Asia." 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Pinkham s Vegetable Com pound and told my husband about it I said ‘I know nothing will help me but I will try this.’ I found myself improv ing from the very first bottle, and in two weeks time I was able to sit down and eat a hearty breakfast with my hus band, which l had notdone for two \ ar3. I am now in the best of health V-.J did not have the operation.” — John A. Koenig, 502 Flushing Avenue Astoria, N. Y. Every one dreads the surgeon’s knife and the operating table. Sometime s nothing else will do; but many times doctors say they are necessary when they are not Letter after letter comes to the Pinkham Laboratory, telling how operations were advised and were not performed; or,if performed.did no good, but Lydia E.Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound was used and good health followed. If you want advice write* to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confidential), Lynn, Mass. Nearly the Truth. 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John was from Mis souri and had to be shown. After care fully explaining the Importance of his part to him, and the mighty character whom he was to Impersonate, John looked up In disgust, and drawled: "Naw! I ain’t goin' to be no John the Baptist. I’d rather be somebody great like Charlie Miller.” — Indianapolis News. Stood Up for His Mother. Three-year-old Sherman was visit ing a neighbor and sat watching her make a cake. As she put in the in gredients he kept asking. "What’s that?” Finally he asked her what kind of cake she was making and the lady replied: “An angel cake. Don’t your mamma ever make angel cake?” He studied for a little time and then, in a tone of assurance that his mamma could not be outdone by any one, replied: “No, she just makes the Lord's cake.” Albumen in Wheat. Professor Dawley says that chemical analysis of different grains shows wheat to contain a larger amount of albumen than any other grain. There fore it is the grain to make the base for egg-producing food. The Proper Place. “Janet's young man is an aviator.” “Then why don’t she entertain him in the sky parlor?” t In this Matter | of Health one is either with the winners or with the losers. It’s largely a question of right eating—right food. For sound health one must cut out rich, indigestible foods and choose those that are known to contain the elements that ! build sturdy bodies and keen btains. Grape-Nuts is a wonderfully balanced food, made from whole wheat and barley. It contains all the nutriment of the grain, includ ing the mineral phosphates indispensable in Nature’s plan for body and brain rebuilding. Grape-Nuts is a concen trated food, easy to digest. It is economical, has delicious flavor, comes ready to eat, and has helped thousands in the winning class. “There’s a Reason”