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SYNOPSIS.
Knoch Wentworth, nwippr man, and
Andrew Merry, actor, after tho mieata at
poker party depart, play a laat hand,
the atakua to be abaoluto control of thn
future of tho loaer. Wentworth win and
they decldo to keep tho matter accret.
Dor-,, Knoch'a alitor, becomes Inter
tfNi in Merry. Knowing of hla abort
oomlnsa from her brother aha trier, to
.arouao tho actor's ambition. Ha outllnea
the plot of a play he haa had In mind
land the Kir I lirgei him to no to work
on It When he completes the play and
rad It to Wentworth the latter de
raanda It aa the forfeit of the bond won
In the pokor game. Wentworth Intereata
Oawald In the play and preparations for
ataglnfc It arc begun. Dorcas auipecta
her brother of having atolen the play
from hla friend. Merry, who waa to
have played the leading part, disappears.
CHAPTER VII Continued.
Before tho mlddlo of October all the
part, wero In rehearsal oxcopt two.
An Englishwoman, Zllla Paget, was
crossing tho Atlantic to piny "Mrs. Es
terbrook." Oswald, refused obstinately
ito give "Cordelia" "to any octross that
Wentworth suggested.
"Wo roust closo with somebody
imlghty quick," said Enoch, when Ob
iwald had turned down Kathorlno
I Dean.
"Miss Dean Is not oven to bo
Ithought of," answorod tho Englishman
jdeclslvoly. "Sho's beautiful, but
whoro's bar feeling, her intelligence?
II eat watching her face tho light fell
wtrong upon her while you talked.
There's absolutely nothing to her but
Ibeauty."
"She can act," insisted Wontworth..
"I've seen her act. It Isn't acting
Iwe want In 'Cordelia.' The woman
'who plays 'Cordelia' must havo feol
ilng, tender, composslonato understand
ling, dignity, with a young face not a
face Into which youth Is painted."
" 'Cordolla' must have beauty."
"We may get both. I am not search
line for 'Cordelia' among tho stars: I
lhave hopes of finding her among tho
imnknowns."
"That's a risky proposition." said
(Wentworth Impatiently. "'Cordelia'
its a big part. Why, It's almost leading
Itoulaess It ought to be In rehearsal
Low."
"Walt a Jew days," suggested Os
wM. "Now, tell me, when Is Merry
to show npT He should have been
here a week ago. Can't you wire him
itoaayT"
, "I'll do It right away." Wentworth
tossed his hat on his head and left
(the office. He drew a long breath,
Iwhen he stepped out on the sidewalk,
and looked anxiously up and down
iBroadway as If hoping to see Merry
'approach with his nonchalant stride.
iHo paused for a moment to light a
olgar then started at a brisk gait
Idown the street. Ho was accosted
ihere and there by a friend. Each one
-offered congratulations. Ho'was in no
mood for that sort of thing. A block
further ahead he saw Phillips of tho
'Herald in the moving throng. There
mould bo no escaping him. Ho
Jumped on a downtown car, and a few
imlnu'tes later he was at tho Battery.
IHe stepped off and crossed the square.
The tide was coming in and a stiff
Ibreese blew off the ocean.
He seated himself on a bench and
watched the spray dash over tho pier.
Throngs came and went, but Enoch
did not see them. His mind was cen
tered desperately upon one anxiety:
IMerry must be found. He had felt
iso certain that the actor might appear
lat ady moment that ho had allowed
Oswald to think he knew where he
iwas. He reported htm halt-sick, try
ing to recuperate, and hating the
iworry of a lawsuit with an agry man
lager, which Oswald was trying to
isettle out of court He assured htm
jthat the comedian was letter perfect
iin his part; ail bo needed was to ap
ipear at late rehearsals. The strain,
Ihowevor, was telling on Wentworth.
He had grown nervous and irritable.
Oswald saw traces of it, but laid it to
anxiety over tho preparations for his
I Play.
Dorcas realized tho change in her
brother and felt it keenly. Sho con
trasted the caro-freo, generous, gay
I Enoch as he had been a month ago,
with tho man who had aged suddonly,
who was growing morose, fretful, un
communicative, and impatient over
(trifles. Day after day sho saw loss
lot him. His plea was hard work, bo
the girl was left to her own devlcce.
iShe toad fow friends in tho city. She
ispent the fall days in long, solitary
walks, and her mind dwelt constantly
on Merry. Her brother scarcely men
lUoaed the play to her. She read news
of It In the papers. Through them
Icamo the information that Enoch bad
relinquished Journalism and was work
lng on the production of a new play
'by a new author. She drew a long
.breath of relief over that announce
ment. She felt sure Enoch would do
full Justice to Merry when the time
arrived. She was too proud to ask
questions. Her brother had always
taken her completely into his confi
dence; she was certain he would do bo
again when the toll and worry wero
over.
Wentworth watched her closely. Ho
realized how she felt his reticence and
ohango of fueling; her every glance
i told it. He wondered frequently what
the thoughts were that sho did not
put into words. In every woman he
had admired for beauty, intellectual or
heart qualities there had been imper
fections which were temperamentally
feminine. Dorcas was different. Some
times he fancied It might be caused
by' her seclusion from the world dur
ing girlhood. Then he remembered a
fow of her girl friends he had met
In each of them he had seen some
petty deceit or frivolity which, man
like, he accountod a typical feminine
vice. Dorcas was different In heart
and Intellect. She resembled stalwart
men he had known.
He sat with his eyes fixed on an
ocean steamer moving majostlcally up
the harbor. When her whistle shrieked
in response to a salute, Wontworth
roso with a start and glanced sharply
about him. He felt that some one was
watching him. His eyes met the
gaze of his sister. Sho sat on a nearby
bench staring at him, a nowspapor in
her lap and her hands clasped list
ncBBly over it.
"Why, Dorryl How long have you
been here? Did you coll me?"
"I did not speak to you," sho an
sworod quietly. "When I laid down
my paper a minute ago you' sat there."
Ho did not offer to take a placo be
side her, though sho moved to make
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His Eyes Met the Gaze of His Sitter.
room for him. Hie face flushed hotly
when his glanco fell on the headlines
of a paper that lay in DorcaB lap.
"Havo you seen the story about
yourself in the Times?"
"Of courso I havo," answered Enoch
impatiently. "It was not my doing.
OBwald Insisted on It vEvery paper is
clamoring for news. Wo reproduce
the play tho first week of December."
"The paper speaks of you alono.
Merry isn't glvon credit for even sug
gesting tho plot. His name is not
mentioned."
Wentwortb'B brow wrinkled Into an
ugly scowl. "How could he bo men
tioned? Ho can't be found any
where." "Mr. Oswald said yesterday he was
in tho Catskllls, ready to come on
at a moment's notice."
"1 wish to God he were I" cried
Wentworth desperately.
"Why don't you tell Mr. C-swald the
truth?"
"Dorcas, you're a child. You don't
understand that I am up against a
harder proposition than I can moot"
"It'seemB to mo, Enoch," said the
girl slowjy, "if you had not"
Sho did not finish tho sentence. She
had turnod hor eyes away from hor
brother and stared at tho multitude
of craft In tho bay, Jostling each
other as vehicles do on Broadway,
"Had notwhat?" ho Insisted.
Sho met his oyes calmly and they
wavered beforo her own. "I mean If
you had not mado a false start If you
had gono Into this honestly every
thing would have como out happily."
Wentworth did not nnswor.
"I can't feel, Enoch, that Morry has
had fair play."
Tho man stamped his foot impa
tiently. "Help me to find him, then. Things
will straighten out it ho puts in an
appearance. Come, lot us walk home.
It's too chilly for you to elt here."
DorcaB rose and folded the paper
which lay on hor lap. She kept up
with her brother's long strides through
tho crowd that thronged Broadway.
Aftor a tow minutes' silence he asked
suddenly: "How did you happen to
see Mr. Oswald yesterday?"
"He called at the house."
"About what?"
"On business. He has asked mo to
play 'Cordelia.' "
"It might have occurred to him to
consult mot"
Wentworth stopped for a second.
Dorcas was not locking at him her
eyes were turned straight ahead on
tho bustling street
"Why didn't he spoak to mo first?"
ho persisted.
"I don't know. 1 can't decide what
to do. I would say 'yes' if I could talk
it over with Androw Morry."
"I havo told you point-blank you are
not to go on tho Btago."
"You know how I feol about it"
Dorcas spoke quietly. "You remem
ber, I told you it was the only work
I ovor cared to do."
"When did Oswald BUggost this?"
"Several weoks ago. He has talked
with me about it more than once."
"He might have taken me into his
confidence," snarled Wentworth.
"He knew how you felt about It
Besides, Enoch," the girl's voice
trembled, "besideslately I have not
known whether you cared anything
about my affairs."
Wentworth did not answer until
they turned Into the quioter region of
Waverly placo.
"Don't Bit in Judgment on me,
Dorry," he pleadod. "When the trol
ley gets swung back on its pole and
things begin to run without constant
switching, I'll return to the old rou
tine. Have a little faith In me. I
have nobody in the world except you."
Dorcas flung away the paper which
she was carrying and tucked one hand
Into her brother's arm.
"It's a bargain?" he asked, looking
down at her with a smile.
"It's a bargain," she answered.
"About 'Cordelia,' Dorry, do as you
please. I cut loose when father
planned my future, and did what I
wanted to. A girl, I suppose, has. tho
samo rlghte, especially if Bho's a girl
who can bo trusted implicitly."
When ho unlocked tho door, Dorcas
paBSod in before him. As ho shut it
behind him sho throw hor arms about
his neck and kissed him. Wentworth
held her for a moment in a close, af
fectionate grasp. On the hall table
lay a noto addressed to Dorcas, also
a telegram for Wentworth. He tore
it open and stood for a minute deop in
thought.
"Enoch, I have an invitation hero
from Mr. Oswald to see Nazlmova to
night. Do you mind If I go?"
"No. QIvo Oswald a messago from
mo. I sha'n't havo time to see him
beforo I leave."
"Leave for where?"
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"For Montreal. I put a detective on
Merry's track. Ho has almost laid
his hand on him. Tell Oswald I will
bring Merry back with me in two days
at tho latest."
"Oh I" cried Dorcas radiantly, "then
everything will bo rightodl"
"Everything will bo righted," re
peated her brother.
CHAPTER VIII.
The Bread Line.
"Miss Wentworth, what does 'Hilda
in 'The Master Builder mean to you?"
asked Orant Oswald during the first
lull of quiet they met after leaving
the theater. Their cab had been held
up In a Broadway blockade and the
street became suddenly still. "She
means something. Ibsen, first last
and all the time, deals In parables. Six
people whom I know, intelligent
people, have six different Interpreta
tions of 'Hilda.' I am curious to
know what she stands for to you."
Dorcas turned her candid gray eyes
to his.
"I see only one thing conscience.
Sho appears when the 'Master Build
er,' by one cruel, unjust, selfish action,
Is bound to go down to the depths.
Nothing can save him but his con
science. 'Hilda' is bis conscience, of
course."
"That ie my Interpretation exactly.
It is a wonderful play!" '
"It- is a wonderful play." She point
ed to a crowd on the sidewalk. "What
is that string of men?" she asked.
Their cab had been moving step by
step for half a block. Again it came
to a standstill.
m "It's tho bread line. Had you, never
seen It before?"
"No. Who are the men?"
"God knows!" answered the Eng
lishman, with a thrill of compassion
in his voice. "They are a lot of half
frozen, starving, human wreckage,
who have been waiting there for an
hour to got a loaf of bread."
Dorcas lowered the carriage win
dow and gazed out Oswald watched
her. Tho girl's face mirrored her feel
ings so keenly ho could feel what was
pausing n her mind. Her lips quiv
ered and tears hung on her laBhes.
She could not trust herself to speak.
"I shall never forget how that pitiful
lino appealed to me the first ttmo I
saw it," the man continued, "although
I had known the poor of London since
boyhood. This homoleso, famished,
orderly column, growing and growing
as one man after another comes creep
ing from his burrow to hold a( placo,
was too much 'for me. I stood watch
ing It from that corner," he pointed
.across the street, "night after night I
used to try to help. In a fow cases I
did manago to put a man on his feet
Tho task was generally hopoless, ex
cept that I could satisfy the hunger
of the moment During hard winters
in Now York I have seen the line
grow till there were hundreds in it
Sometimes it goes down Tenth street
and around the corner."
Dorcas turned to look at him. Tears
stood In her eyes and her lips quiv
ered. "I understand," he went on. "You
are wondering why we, well clothed,
fed and sheltered from the wind, are
here, and they are there. I do not
know. It is a problem as old as the
world Itself. All we can do Is to help
individually, man to man."
Dorcas' gaze went back to the bread
line. Oawald sat in thoughtful silence.
"Don't think me sacrilegious, Mr.
Oswald," she confessed, "but when I
see such misery it makes me wonder
it the Eternal himself has a con
science." She eat watching the line
of patient pallid men. Stragglers
i viuyi ui vj gum tw uuai wi9if uuw
tlon. "I simply cannot imagine a God
who Mr. Oswald!" She grasped his
arm with a half-stifled scream and laid
hor trembling hand upon his.
"What la it?" askod hor companion,
rising. "What frightened you, Miss
Wontworth?" He stared past her out
Into the street The block of vehicles
had begun to move. They were again
driving slowly down Broadway.
"Nothing," she answered .quickly,
"nothing but a chance resemblance.
I thought I- saw some ono whom I
onco knew. It must have boon a mis
take." ,
The Englishman glanced at her curi
ously. She began to chat about the
play and other things. She .was try
ing to forget whatever had startled
her. She said "Qood-by" at the door
of her home. Oawald realized that
sho waa eager to have him go. As he
drove away ho tried to recall anything
which could have happened. A wom
an of her poise would not be disturbed
by a triflo.
Dorcas shut the street door and ran
upstairs to her brother's study, where
the 'phone stood. She searched dis
tractedly through the directory for the
address of a livery from which occa
sionally she called a cab. The name
had escaped her. She stood for a mo
ment trying in vain to recall it, then
she rang the bell. Hor watt seemed
endless before the old servant ap
peared. "Jason," she crlod Impatiently, "who
is Mr. Wentworth's livery man?"
"CoBtello, missy."
"Stay here a minute," she eald as
sho paused for contral's answer. Then
sho stooped to tho 'phone.
"Send a cab, please, to 26 Waverly
place, immediately."
She turned again to tho old servant.
"Jaeon," sho asked, "you havo wait
ed on Mr. Merry when Enoch brought
him here sick haven't you?"
"'Deed I has, missy. Many'e de
time Marse Enoch en l's dono all sorts
ob woltln' on him, when he's dono
boon sick, puffectly mlssuble, missy.
Yo'-nll don't know how mlssuble."
'"Can you help tonight? I may bring
Mr. Merry back with mo miserable."
'"Deed I can," cried tho old man,
with eager sympathy. "Yo' des leeb
him to me. Lawdy! I t'lnk ez much
ob Marse Andrew mos' as I do ob
yo'-all. He's been mighty good to me."
"Thank you," said Dorcas gratefully.
"I am not suro whether he will come,
but In case he does, be ready for him.
He may want a hot bath and supper.
Have a cheerful fire; it is bitterly cold
outdoors."
She turned and ran downstairs
when she beard the rattle of wheels
on the street below.
"Don' yo want me to go wld yo',
missy?" suggested Jason. "Hit's pow
erfu' late to' a lady to be goln' roun'
New York alone." '
"No; I would rather have you here
waiting for our return."
"Tenth and Broadway," she directed,
as the cabman shut the door. He
pulled up at her signal opposite the
bakery. The place was closed, the
bread line had dispersed, and the
qulot gray of early morning had be
gun to creep over the street Occa
sionally a cab dashed past or a trolley
went on Its clamorous way, but there
were few stragglers to be seen. Here
and there a man on foot walked
briskly, as If a shelter waited him
somewhere. On the sidewalk stood a
tall policeman. DorcaB studied his
"What Frightened You, Miss Went
worth?" face for a moment, then sho beckoned
him. He came instantly to the cab
window.
"Is this your beat every night?"
"Every night this week," sold the
man in blue.
"The men in the bread line have
dispersed. Do you know where they
go?"
"Where Ihey go, lady?" The police
man smiled. "I couldn't tell you no
more where they go than If they were
rabbits 'scurrying to their holes."
Dorcas shivered. "Are they abso
lutely homeless on such a night as
this?"
"A good share of them are." The
man spoke with little Interest The
misery In the streets of New York was
an old story to htm. ,
"Do the same men come to tho line
night after night?"
"As man has to be mighty hungry
when be stands an hour or two rait
ing for a hunk of bread. It his luok
turns ho drops out. Still, I've seen
the same faces there every night for a
month. Aro you a settlement lady?"
ho asked respectfully.
"No." Tho girl's face flushed. "I
thought tonight when we were passing
that 1 saw somo ono In tho bread lino
I knew, somebody wo can't find."
"That happens many a time.".
"Do you think," Dorcas asked ea
gerly, "there would be any chanco of
his being here tomorrow night?"
"The likeliest chanco in the world.
If a man's wolfish with hunger and
you'd think somo of them were wolfish
the way thoy eat there's a heap of
comfort in even a mouthful of bread
and a cup of coffee."
"If I should come tomorrow night"
"I'll give you any help you want"
Bald the officer kindly, as Dorcas hesi
tated. "I don't believe I'll want holp. The
only thing Is I wish to do It as qui
etly as possible. It Is altogether a
family affair."
"I understand. You'll find me hore."
"Thank you. Good night," said Dor
cas gratefully.
"I didn't bring Mr. Merry tonight,
Jason," she said, when the old servant
opened the door for her; "but tomor
row night I think he will come."
The following day seemed to Dor
cas the longest she had ever lived
through. The weather was crisp and
cold. She went for a long walk, tread
ing for tho first time a tanglo of
streets In the vicinity of tho docks. It
was a part of the city which belongs
to tho very poor. She searched every
where for ono figure. Poverty, famine,
and hopelessness seemed to create a
family resemblance among men, wom
en, and children. Still sho found
nowhore tho, man for whom she looked.
When sho reached homo at noon she
felt tired physically and mentally.
Sho had spent an almost sleepless
night. Aa she dropped off In a
drowse she dreamed of finding Merry,
of bringing him back to tho world
whero ho belonged, of setting his face
towards fame, happiness, and an hon
orable life.
Not a thought of love tho lovo of
a woman for a man stirred In hor
heart. She had forgotten her broth
er's question. There was something
singularly childlike about Merry. With
his magnetism was blended a strange
dash of childish dependence which a
fow men never lose. It had appealed
to tho maternal Instinct in Dorcas the
first tlmo they-met
From morning till night sho waited
anxiously for nowB from her brother,
but none came. Sho realized that he
was on the wrong clue, but be had
left no address, and Dorcas conld
merely wait After her walk she lay
down to rest on the library couch. A
few minutes later she waa sleeping
peacefully as a child. When Jason
came in he closed the shutters noise
lessly and covered her with an afghan.
The city lights were ablaze when she
woke. She waited impatiently for the
hours to pass. The policeman had
told her It was of no use to come to
his corner until eleven or later; It was
past midnight when the bread was dis
pensed. The clock struck eleven when
a carriage Dorcas had ordered stopped
at the door. Jason hovered anxiously
about her.
"You mua' put on yo' big fur coat,
missy, please." He was trying con
stantly to manage her as ho bad done
when she was a little girl.
"Jason, I don't need It; I'm perfectly
warm."
"Yo' do, suro ez yo' breathln',
missy," he pleaded anxiously. "Hit's
grown bitter col' fo' Novombor. Yo'-all
'11 freeze ef yo' don'."
"All right" laughed the girl, and
sho slipped her arms into the wide
sleeves. "Just to please you, Jason
remember that not because I'm cold.
Now," Bhe added, "don't get nervous
it it is an hour or two beforo, I return.
I shall bo qulto safe. Mr. Morry will
come back with me tonight, I know.
Have everything as cozy and cheerful
as possible. And Jason I've got
my key. I'll ring when I want you.
Don't bother about opening the door."
The girl's intuition told her that Mer
ry might havo fallen to such low es
tate that It would hurt for even the
old servant to boo hlrii. The negro
understood.
"I know, missy, I'll do des ez yo' Bay
but fo' de Lawd's sake do take caro
ob yo'se'f. What could I say to Marse
Enoch tf anyflng happened to missy?"
"Nothing's going to happen, good
old Jason," cried the girl, as sho ran
down tho steps.
Tho officer was waiting at the cor
ner. He beckoned tho cabman to pull
up where an electric light would not
shine Into tho carriage, then he
stopped for a minuto at tho window.
"I'll stay near by and keep ray eye
on you. When you see 'your party,
signal mo. I'll give your cabby the
ordor, and he can drlvo. around a
block or two and tako you up Tenth
street Then slip out and get your
your friend that way. There ain't no
chance of him seeing you come up be
hind, as he would if you crossed tho
street"
"Has the broad line begun to gather
yet?" Bhe asked.
"Hardly, ma'am. There's a tew
stragglers hangln' round. Them that
come first get the first chance, of
course, only it's a nasty night to wait
outdoors with an empty stomach."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
What 8he Didn't Understand.
"Here's a curious Item, Joshua!" ex
claimed Mrs. Lemlngton, spreading
out the Blllovllle Mirror In her ample
lap. "The Nellie E. Williams of
Gloucester reports that she saw two
whales, a cow and a calf, floating oft
Cape Cod the day before yesterday."
"Well, ma," replied old Mr. Lemlng
ton, "what's the matter with that?"
"Why, it's all right about the two
whales, Joshua, but wbat bothers me
is how the cow and calf got way out
there."
KEEP "IN FORM"
This really means keep
ing the digestion good,
the liver active and the
bowels free' from con
stipation. You are then
ready to "play the
game" to win. For any
disturbance in the di
gestive functions
HOSTETTER'S
STOMACH BITTERS
has been proven very
helpful. You should try
it, but insist on getting
HOSTETTER'S
A Pre-Eatabllshed Harmony.
"Mr. Brown's started his garden. I
saw him planting his seeds this morn
ing." "That reminds me; it's time I turned
tho chickens loose."
SUCCEEDS IN CANADA
An interesting1 and successful Ameri
can farmer, Lew Palmer, of Stavoley,
Alta., passod through tho city today.
Mr. Palmer camo from Duluth, Minn.,
Just ten years ago, and brought with
him four cows and three horses and
that was his all. Ho homestoaded in
the Staveley district, and today has
480 acres of land, 3,000 worth of im
plements, 34 Percheron horses, made
$1,000 out of hogs last year, raised
7,000 bushels of wheat, 6,000 bushels
of oats, 12 acres of potatoes, and 18
tons of onions. His farm and stock ia
worth $30,000, and ho mado It all in
ten years. Exchange. Advertisement
Dr. Eliot on Education.
Dr. Eliot says: "Tho practise of
England and America Is literally cen
turies behind the precept of the best
thinkers upon education." Is it not
humiliating that an American Is forced;
to make such an admission concern
ing our most vital American institu
tion f
What can be done? How can this
wasteful school system be speedily
remedied so that It fills its real func
tion and sends out into the world,
boys and girls developed according to
their individual talents as far as those
talents permit? It is a big question,
but In my next article, I propose to
outline a rational, practical system of
public education which will serve
those ends. Pictorial Review.
For Real Speeding.
"Pop," said Inquisitive Ignatz, "hot
Cast can a horse go?"
"Well," replied father, "a mile in,
two minutes and four seconds 1b con
sldered good speed. Why do you,
askr
"Oh, I waB Just thinking," replied,
Ignatz, "what a shame It was that Paul
Revere, Tam O'Sbanter, and John Gil
pin didn't have motorcycles."
Sometimes Faster.
PaUence This paper says the heart
of a man sitting down beats 71 times a,
minute.
Patrice I supposo it all dependi
who he Is sitting alongside of.
Most of us hope for the best and,
then wish we had hoped for some
thing better.
HER MOTHER-IN-LAW
Proved Wlss. Good Friend.
A young woman out in la. found a
wise, good friend In her mother-in-law,
Jokes notwithstanding. She writes:
"I was greatly troubled with my
stomach, complexion was blotchy and
yellow. After meals I often suffered
sharp pains and would have to lie
down. My mother often told me It
was the coffee I drank at meals. But
when I'd quit coffee I'd have a severe
headache.
"While visiting my mother-in-law I
remarked that she alwayB made such
good coffee, and askod her to 'tell me
how. She laughed and told mo It was
easy to make good 'coffee' when you
use Postum.
"I began to use Postum as soon as I
got home, and now we have the same
good 'coffee' (Postum) every day, and
I have no more trouble. Indigestion
is a thing of the past, and my com
plexion has cleared up beautifully.
"My grandmother Buffered a great
deal with her stomach. Her doctor
told her to leave off coffee. She then
took tea but that was Just as bad.
"She finally was induced to try Post
ern which she has used for over a
year. Bhe traveled during the winter
over the greater part of Iowa, visiting,
something she had not been able to
ek for years. She says she owes hot
resent good health to Postum." .
Name given by Postum Co., Battls
Creek, Mich. Resd "The Road to Welt
Tille," in pkgs.
Postum now comes in two forms:
Regular Postum must be well
boiled. lBo and 2Bo packaged.
Instant Postum -is a soluble pow
der. A teaspoonrul dissolves quickly
In a cup of hot water and, with cream
and sugar, makes a delicious beverage
Instantly. 30o and 60o tins.
The eost per oup of both kinds is '
about the sama
"There's a Reason" for Postust-
sold by Grocers,
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