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SYNOPSIS.
Knodi Wcntwortli, Journalist, mid An
drow Merry, iictor, piny n Imnil ut poker,
tho stakrN nbHoUKo control of thn fulurn
f thn loser. Wrnlworth win. They lu
4de to kcrp tlio nmttor srcrot. Oiircnn,
Knowing from luir bruttior, Knuch, of
Morry'n shortcoming, trl-N to aroiwo JiIh
ambition. Andrew outllnoH llio plot of n
l)lny lio linn hail In mind nml hn urpos
lilm to ko to work on It. When tho play
Iff complrtnl Merry roailn It to Wont
worth. whose II to ambition In to wrlto a
nuoccssful piny. Ho iloinnmln Merry's
pltty hh a forfeit of tho bond won In tho
lokr Knmp. Preparations for Ringing tho
piny nro begun, hut Merry, who Is to tako
the lending part, la missing. Dorcas
proven n suceena In the lending femnlo
part nt rehoarsals. Sho quarrels with hor
brother for tnklntr credit for n play sho
knows to belong to Merry. Dorcna finds
Merry among tho down-and-outs In n,
broad lino and peraundca lilin to tako his
part In tho play. The producer ougKPHta
certain chnngea In tho piny, which Wont
worth trlCH to Induco Merry to mako. The
nctor refunes, but finally consents on con
dltlon that Wentworth ccaso his niton
tlona to Zllla riiget, thn heavy woman In
tho piny, who has n bnd reputation. Tho
pluy proves n great HUcrvtu. Oorcns ac
cuses her brothur of theft.
CHAPTER XV Continued.
Dorcas jumped to hor feot "Oh!"
flho whlsporod, "tho poor llttlo boy Id
blind.!"
Tho child stood moving hla dark
ened eyes about as If to placo her
volco, then ho camo straight toward
hor, groping with both UIb' hands. He
had tucked tho small, flat hat be
noath ono arm. Dorcas Utted him to
her lap and laid his cheok against
her own.
"Mother," ho whlspored as ho drop
ped tho hat and clasped his arms tight
ly about hor neck.
"Dear llttlo boy," alio said softly, "I
am not your mothor. I wish I wore."
Ho loosened his arms and passed
his soft Angers over her face. Dorcas
pillowed hlB cheok on her breast and
whispered tender, foolish things to
him botween her kisses.
MjOrry took ono of tho child's hands
between his own. "What Is your
mother's name?" ho asked gently.
"At homo her namo is Mrs. Tully.
I havo a letter for her. Qeorgo, who
brought mo hero, told' mo to show It
to somebody, and they would take me
to her."
Ho put his hand In tho Insldo pocket
of his tight coat and drew out a
smeared envelope. Merry read it aloud:
"MIbs Zllla Fagot, Gotham Thoater."
Dorcas turned to look at Merry' with
unspoken pity In her eyes. "Your
mother la upstairs. Wo will tako you
to her In a few minutes."
Julio crept close to Merry. She
stood by his Bide, gazing curiously at
tho blind child.
"I did not know Miss Paget had a
llttlo boy," she sold.
"Neither did I. Run upstairs, dear,
and ask If she is In her dressing
room, but not ono word to her or to
any ono about this boy."
Robin laid his cheek against Dor
cas' face
"1'Wlsh you were my mothor," ho
murmured.
"You may hnvo mo as your friend."
The girl kissed him softly, In response
to which his chin trembled.
"Doob your mother know you are
coming?" asked Merry.
"No, I'm to bo a surprise Qeorgo
said I'm a sort of Christmas present."
Merry's eyes turned anxiously to
Dorcas. Ho shook Ills head, and there
was a perplexed frown upon his face.
Julio came In. "Miss Pagot Is not
In her room. Emillno sayB sho is out
taking dinner with a gentleman."
Robin Jumped to tho floor and be
gan to gropo about for his hat. Merry
lifted It and put It In his hand. "You
muBt stay hero till your mother comes
In."
"Of courso, for you are Just In tlmo
for dinner," said Dorcas. "Wo have
lots of good things loft chicken and
tomatoes and ice cream."
"His shoes ought to bo changed,"
suggested Mrs. Volk; "they're awfully
wot."
"Nothing Is wot but my goloshes,"
answered Robin. Ho bent to take
them off. "When wo left tho trail,
Qeorgo brought mo hero under an um
brella." "Who was Qeorgo?" askod Merry.
"Qeorgo took care of mo on the
way over on tho big Bhip. 1 slopt In
a llttlo bed over hlB. I bopo I will
nov6r seo Qeorgo again."
"Wasn't ho kind to you?" asked
Dorcas.
"Not very kind." Tho child pauBod
n moment. "I don't believe Qeorgo
understands llttlo boys blind boys, I
means."
"Was Qeorgo a relative?"
"No. Ho camo to tho homo to tako
mo to Amorica. That was what Father
Shannon said."
"What homo?"
"The homo for llttlo blind boys.
There were hundreds of llttlo blind
boys there."
"Haven't you any rclatlvos?" askod
Merry.
"Why, yes, I have my mothor. A
mother Is quite a closo relatlvo, isn't
sho?"
"Sho certainly Is," agreed tho actor
hastily. "I moan, haven't you any
other relative in England?"
"Thore Is Aunt Fannio. Sho Is not
a real aunt, though. Sho used to know
mother, and sometimes she camo to
seo mo nt tho home."
Dorcns lifted him Into a chair bo
sldo tho table. Mrs. Volk set a plato
In front of him. She had cut tho
chicken and potato into small pieces.
"Can you feed yoursolf, dear?" sho
OBkod hesitatingly.
"Why, yes." Thore was a tono of
grown-up dignity In Robin's volco. "I
havo fed myself ever slnco I was a
llttlo boy."
Thoro woro tears In tho girl's eyes
whllo Bho watched him cat Ho was
still such u llttlo boy! Ho bad dainty,
woll-brcd ways. Once ho apologized
as ho uccepted a second helping of
meat.
"I could not eat on the ship today,"
ho explained, "things wero nasty.
Hosldcs, I could not think of anything
but meeting mothor. Do you think
sho will be In soon?"
Morry pulled out his watch. "Julie,
It Is half-past six. Run upstairs again
and see ,if MIbs Paget has como In.
Homcmbcr, not a word about tho our
prlso for hor."
Tho child returned In a few minutes.
"Sho has Just come In."
"Oh," cried Julio, "there's Ico cream.
You have not had any Ice cream."
"I am not hungry. I want to go to
my mother. You boo I have been
thinking about my mothor for years
and years."
"Do you remember her7" asked
Merry.
Robin hesitated. "Aunt Fannie says
I can't because 1 was a little baby
when sho went away. I think I re
member her."
"Como with mo," said Merry.
"Don't you bellevo that I had better
take him?" said Dorcas. "Miss Paget
may havo begun to droBB."
Merry nodded.
"Am I spick and span?" asked Robin
anxiously. "Aunt Fannio said mother
is beautiful .and elegant and famous.
I want hor to seo that I am nice
enough to be her llttlo boy."
Dorcas dropped on her knees be
sldo him. Sho untied tho small bow
at his collar and made It into a fresh
knot. "Why, you will be her prtdo
and Joy."
Thero waa a look of tenso anxiety In
tho child's face. "Do you think so
really? I am nioro trouble than llttlo
boyB who can seo. I can't dress my
self all over, and I can't part my hair
straight I can't always And things.
Sometimes," Robin's voice dropped to
a whisper, "sometimes I'm scared
when I'm alone; I get afraid on the
streets If they are noisy."
Dorcas laid hor faco against the
soft cheok and whispered something
In tho child's ear. Robin's faco shone
with joy. "I am glad you think so.
Thero Is just one thing," his voice
Sprang to
Her Feet
Rage.
With a Cry of
had a rosrotrul tono In It, "I wish you
had been my mother, 1 llko you."
The girl held him out at arm's
length for a moment "I am wishing
tho samo thing. I llko you!"
Ho took her hand and they climbed
tho stair which led to tho upstairs
dressing-room. Dorcas felt an un
spoken torror. She looked back from
tho head of tho Btairs. Morry stood
watching thorn. Sho beckonod htm,
and he followed with a few springing
steps. They paused for a momont out
side tho door of Miss Pagot's room.
When Dorcas tapped, Robin was cling
ing to her hand with a grip which al
most hurt.
Zllla Paget stared at them with still
curiosity. Sho Bat In front of tho mir
ror while the colored maid Emillno
brushed her hair. It hung to her waist
In long, shining wavos. Her forehead
wrinkled for a moment as If In per
plexity. Sho could not see Robin's
face. Ho wns hiding behind Dorcas
with his head wrapped In her gown.
A sneering smllo hovered about her
mouth. ,
"This Is a jraro,ploa8uro, Miss Went-
WnmM
worth," she said abruptly. "Something
uncommon must have happened to
mako you honor me with a visit. Who
is your young friend 7"
Dorcas laid her hand upon Robin's
shoulder and turned him gently so
ho could faco his mothor.
"This Is your llttlo boy," she said In
a low voice.
Ilia I'ngot sprang to her feot with
a cry of rage. In n socond sho stood
at Dorcas' sldo. Sho turned tho child's
face up to her own and stared at It
Tho sightless eyes seemed to plead
and search for something they did not
llnd. Robin lifted his hands and
groped till ho caught his mother's fin
gers. Shu flung them nsido angrily.
"Don't touch mo!" Bhe cried harsh
ly. "Tako him out of my sight!"
Dorcas grew whlto to tho lips. Robin
was clutching at her In terror. Sho
put hor nrm about him, sheltering him
as a mother would havo dono.
Miss Paget turned her eyes fiercely
upon tho girl. "Who hatched this in
fernal plot?" she cried. "Who brought
this llttlo brat to America?"
Tho actress lost control of herself.
Sho daBhed up and down tho narrow
dressing-room llko a cagod tiger,
a "What is the matter7" asked Dor
cas coldly.
"It's hell and tho devil and all his
angels. That's what's the matter.
What right had you to stick a finger
in my affairs? What do you supposo
1 want of that blind brat? I hate tbo
Bight of him. Ho Is tho Imago of his
father, and good God! how I did hate
hlml I suppose you and your saintly
Mr. Oswald aroibent on ruining my
careor."
Dorcas opened tho door and pushed
the sobbing child gently into tho lob
by. 'Merry stood outside, whoro he
had overheard tho woman's shrill
abuse. He took Robin by the hand
and led him downstairs. Dorcas re
entered the dressing-room. Miss Paget
was tossing through a heap of letters
which lay on her tablo as If In search
of something. Sho picked up a shoot
of paper and stood reading it A sav
age smile convulsed her handsome
face.
"I know now who did It," sho cried.
"That was tho revenge ho meant, the
bally old rotter! I'll get even with
him!"
"You don't want your llttlo boy,
then?" asked Dorcas.
Sho turned on tho girl in blank
amazement
"Want that blooming, batty, imbe-
cllo Rob Tully's child? Not on your
life I Ho 'goes back to the asylum
whero he camo from. I can got the
law on them for giving him up without
his mother's consent'
"HIb mother I" cried Dorcas. "You
do not act tho part of 'Mrs. Ester
brook'!" There was an ugly tone In Zllla
Paget's laugh. "I havo heard that
before. Mr. Oswald was onco so com-
plimontary as to tell mo something
of the sort Now, perhaps you will
bo polito enough to clear out. And be
fore you go, let mo glvo you a bit of
advice, my lady: keep your nose out
of my business if you havo any re
gard for your own happiness!"
Dorcas turned to the door. The
woman laughed as sho closed It behind
her. She paused for a minute In the
empty hall trying to think of what
'could bo Bald to tbo child downstairs.
If tho woman had struck him in the
face, it would havo been easier to re
cover from such a blow.
Dick camo dashing up tho stairs.
"First call," ho shouted hoarsely.
Sho ran down to her own room.
Mrs. Volk sat In a low chair with
Robin In her arms, cuddling him
against her breast and crooning to
him as if ho wero a baby. Sho looked
up at Dorcas with pitiful eyes.
"Let mo take him, Alice. I have
plenty of tlmo to dress after Julie
go6a .out. Sho needs you to button
her frock and fix her hair."
Robin did not speak when Alice laid
Til m In her arms. His slender body
was limp and' quiet. Dorcas had never
known any llttlo boy intimately, and
sho did not know oxactly how to com
fort hlra. It occurred to her that If
sho were In Robin's place she would
not want anybody to speak of what
had happened. Sho bent down and
touched his face with her lips. When
tho door closed and Mrs. Volk went
out with Julie, ho asked In a whisper,'
"I don't belong then to the lady
upstairs, do I?"
"No, dear," thero was a thrill of
assuranco In Dorcas' volco, "no, you
could not possibly have belonged to
her. Somebody mado a mistake an
awful mistake."
"Then do you know who I do bo-
long to?" I
"Robin," asked Dorcas gently, "do
you still wish that I wero your moth
er?" .
His arms clasped convulsively about
hor neck, and tho slim body shook
with sobs. i
"I would like to belong to some
body." "Well," said tho girl decisively, "I
want you forever as" my own little
boy. Shall wo shako hands on It?"
Tho small Angers were thrust Into
hor own with a clinging grip.
That night at the closo pf the sec
ond act the- audience sat breathless
for a few moments. "Cordelia," with
her faco glowing beneath tbo rouge,
turned In response to "Mrs. Ester-
Kunnb'D" laat nlpn
"Stay with you because you aro my
mothor? How dare you tako tho word
'mother' upon your lips? Do you
know what that word stands for? I
wonder It It would bo posBlblo to mako
you understand. It means lovo-solt-denying,
strong, tender devotion; it
meanB faithful wifehood. Havo you
over glvon that? Tho woman who Is
a good wife and mother forgives and
forgets and loves. Behind it all stands
love, simply lovo, unselfish lovo. I
bellevo in God, but today I cannot un
derstand why ho should havo al
lowed a woman such as you arc to
have become a wife nnd a mother
my mother!"
Tho curtain fell. Dorcas had reached
her dressing-room when she had to
turn and fly back to tho stage. Tho
applause had grown to a tumult. Zllla
Paget stood by her side when tho cur
tain rose. Sho was smiling a stage
smllo upon tho audience, but tho
glanco she turned upon Dorcas was
ono of malignant hatred.
CHAPTER XVI.
We n two rt h Shows His Hand.
Oswald shut up a ledger and carried
It to his safe. Ho and Wontworth had
finished'' a study qf their month's
flnanccs. The llgures wero satisfac
tory beyond tholr anticipation. J
Enoch leaned back In his chair and
lit a cigar. "If wo can stay In Now
York till spring and It begins to look
as If wo might you and I are on tho
high road to becomo millionaires."
Oswald did not answer. Ho picked
up a paper-knife and tested Ita pli
ancy by bending it almost double.
"Wontworth," ho asked, "do" you
happen to think of any ono who could
tako Zllla Pagot's part?','
Enoch laid his cigar on a tray and
sat bolt upright. "Were you In front
last night?" he asked curtly.
"No." OBwald spoko gravely.
"Miss Paget and Dorcas had nine
curtain calls at tho end of the second
Wentworth'a
Voice Was
Irritation.
Fierce With
act Tho gallery began to hiac. Peo
ple downstairs Joined In. Can you
think of any actress who is free, or
engaged for that matter, capable of
touching her in the part?"
"It was not acting last night. Were
you back of the scenes?"
Enoch brought down his fist with a
thud on tho table. "I was not, and
I'm sorry enough that I wasn't I
would havo settled things differently.
I have had the wholo story rehearsed
to mo by several people. Do you
know that Miss Pagot's child Is In
my homo?"
Oswald bent his knife to tho point
of resistance. It snapped In two
pieces. Ho tossed the fragments In a
waste basket. "You mean tho little
blind boy?"
"Yes." Wentworth's volco was
fierce with Irritation. "I have not seen
him I havo no wish to Bee hlra. Dor
cas told mo this morning what she had
saddled herself with. She and I
thrashed the question out." He
laughed unpleasantly. "It did precious
llttlo good."
"Would you havo turned the child
Into tho street?"
Enoch shrugged his shoulders Im
patiently. "I don't want to go over the ques
tion again. It puts me in an awkward
position with Miss Paget to havo the
child in my house. So far as I see I
cannot turn him out unless my sister
goes with him."
"What do you suggest?"
"Good God! thero Is only ono thing
to do send tho child to the asylum
where ho came from. Tho mother Is
in tho right when she wants him sent
back to England. Ho was In a good
enough homo thero."
"Who took him out of it?'
"I don't understand the situation.
Miss Paget knows, I fancy, but she
has not given mo tho man's namo.
She says It was a piece of nasty re
venge.
"Sho told you this?"
"Yes, I have had a nice morning.
It was gouo over step by step at homo,
then again with Miss Paget. She
wants the child."
"To' care for?"
"No." Wontworth turned his eyes
studiously in another direction. "She
Intends to send him back to England
immediately. Why shouldn't sho? The
woman has to bo footlooso in her
work. A blind youngster would tie
her down neck and heels. They un
derstand that Bort in an asylum.
Thero isn't a doubt that he would bo
happier thoro."
"That is your honest conviction?"
"I'm sure of ono thing. That brat
Is not to bo harbored in my house.
Supposo the mother mado it out a case
of klduarjlng?"
"I had not thought of it in that
light."
"Well, think of It now," Enoch burst
out furiously, "I am as fond or Dor
cas ns any brother could bo, but she
is tho sort of girl who can't bo moved
,JnmM
when she takes a stand on anything.
Miss Paget is a clover, handsomo
woman. I cannot bo wholly at odds
with her, seeing her overy day of my
llfo as I do."
"That was In my mind when I spoke
of letting her go."
Enoch was on the verge of checking
hltn with an impatient exclamation,
but the Englishman Interrupted. "You
havo had your say, now 1 am going
to havo mlno. You remember onw day
during tho early rehearsals I told you
nil I know of Zllla Paget's Btory. I
was beginning, then, to have qualms
of conscience nbout bringing her over
nnd setting her among decent people.
Sho Is worse than I Imagined. In the
most degraded woman you find brute
feeling bruto motherhood I man.
Sho lacks that"
"Who gave you tho version of this
story?"
"Merry told mo last night"
"You have not seen DorcaB?"
"I have not mot Miss Wentwojth
Blnco yesterday morning."
"It was a case of stlrrcd-up emo
tion with the wholo bunch of them.
Thoy will tako things normally In a
day or two. You had bettor have' a
talk with Miss Pagot Sho 1b anxlouB
to seo you."
"I think," Oswald spoko coldly, "It
would bo better for MIbs Paget if sho
did not como to me. I might tell her
In plain English my opinion of her.
Hadn't wo better let her go?"
"If wo didn't have to tako Into con
sideration tho question of a woman
At to play her part, there's her con-1
tract. It Is iron-bound for tho whole
season. There's ' nothing especially'
heroic about Miss Paget Get her
mad," Enoch laughed grimly, "and
Bho'll glvo you troublo toburn."
"I'll look out for that myself. I'm
responsible for her being hero. Clean
minded citizens should not havo to
herd In with a moral'leper."
"That's scarcely a lit namo for a
lady."
Grant Oswald's voice was emphatic.
"I never did class Miss Page with
ladies."
"I might as well tell you beforo you
go in for anything of tho sort that I
will flght you legally. It would bo the
worst sort of business proposition to
drop Miss Paget In tho middle of a
successful run. It Is not fair to her.
If an actress dors the work you ask
of her, sho haa tho right to make any
sort of domestic arrangement sho
pleases."
Wentworth's tone was conclusive.
Ho lit his cigar again and stood si
lently bcsldo bis desk, blowing tho
smoke across tho room In distinct
rings. "You said you had several
business matters to talk over. Ib this
everything for today?" He lifted hla
hat from the rack as if anxious to end
tho Interview.
Oswald spoke stiffly. "I hate to think
of a quarrel with you, Wentworth. I'll
confess I have not a great deal of
Aghtlng blood in me. Wo don't seem
to got along as well as we did at Arst;
I don't know whether It is your fault
or mine." He paused as if waiting for
Enoch to speak. Then ho continued.
"There was ono other thing. I have
been meaning to speak of it for some
time. Probably others have men
tioned it to you. Tho newspaper men
are asking me ono question all the
time they want to know it you are at
work on another play?"
Enoch gave him a savago look. It
was a look which puzzled Oswald all
day long. "I will think of that when
I got good and ready. Tho 'Houso of
Esterbrook' is good for ono season
more probably for two." Then he
Aung out of tho offlco and slammed
the door behind him.
Oswald sat in sllenco for a fow min
utes. Ills face was full of anxious
perplexity. Ho rose, put on his hat
nnd overcoat, and went out In tho
lobby he met Zllla Paget She turned
eagerly as if to speak to him. He
lifted his hat with grave courtesy and
walked past her. Sho followed to the
door and watched htm while he
crossed the street
Her face flamed scarlet and she bit
her lips, then she laughed contemptu
ously aud hurried through the dark
theater to the stage. The place was
deserted. She went straight to tho
lotter-rack. In the shelf marked P
she found several letters for herself.
Sho was turning away when her eyes
fell upon an envelope In tho lower cor
ner of tho rack. Sho picked it out and
stood for a moment staring at It blank
ly, then she gasped. Tho letter was
not for her. It was addressed In
coarse, shaky writing, "Mrs. Alice V.
Bourne, Gotham Theater, NowYork."
It boro tho Madison Square postmark.
Tho woman's eyes wero furtively
searching tho gloomy theater in all di
rections. Sho did not hear a sound;
nobody was In sight Sho slipped Jho
letter into her muff and ran upstairs
(TO BU CONTINUED.)
Silhouette and Painting.
I
Tho art of painting begins inev
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by meanB of tho point tho result:
line. This every teacher and academy
realizes arid has to realize. Moro;
every great school of painting has
evolved from It But this use of the
point, or drawing, soon reaches Its
limitations, and tho brush demands
mass, or perhaps It Is more correct to
say that mass demands tho brush. The
floating of masses on to canvas or
paper, with Its edge's holding tho out
Una of tho form, Is silhouette. Silhou
etto, In other words, Is the basis of all
mass impressions; without a sonso of
silhouette we can uttor no largo and
subllmo moods. Yet, strange to say,
the small part given to sllhouotto In
tho teaching of tho art of painting In
academies Indeed, moro often tho ut
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LAUGH ON OLD CAL CLAY
Jack London Makes a Comparison In
8tory That Has the Elements
of Humor.
Jack London said In Vera Cruz,
whero ho wob sojourning ob a war
correspondent:
"Somo of these young war corre
spondents whom I see about me are
as ignorant of war correspondence
ship ns old Cal Clay was Ignorant of
astronomy.
"I found old Cal Clay sitting in hla
shirt sleeves on his front stoop one
day, puffing like mad on his pipe, and
novor getting a puff of smoke from It
"As I drew near ho struck three
matches and held them to the bowl;
he sucked and sucked till his cheeks
seemed to meet insldo; still never a
puff of smoke.
"And burnt matches lay all round
his chair. There must have been a
boxful of them.
" 'Why, Cal,' 1 said, 'what on earth
aro you doing?'
'"That chump of a Wash White's
been tryln' to tool me, I expect,' said
he, and he took another futile puff and
put hla pipe down in disgust That
chump Wush told mo if I smoked a
bit of glass I could see the spots od
tho sun."
The 8ame Thing.
Vincent Astor, at a dinner In New
York, said of the French evening
gowns that havo caused so many
shocked women to unite in protest:
"I heard a story about ono of these
gowns. A headstrong girl had pur
chased It in the Rue do la Palx with
out her mother's knowledge, and she
insisted on wearing it, the evening it
came homo, at ArmenonvlUe for din
ner and at tho opera afterwards for
the Russian ballet. Her mother, how
ever, protested. But the girl, in her
headstrong way, declared:
" 'I'll wear that gown or nothing.'
"With a shrug and a faint smile,
,her mother answered:
"'Well, it comes to about the same
thing.' "
In the Automobile Zone.
Flatbush Planted anything In your
garden yet?
Bonsonhurst Yes, ono dog and one.
cat.
t Gastronomic Revenge.
"He laughed and said my deflance
was just pie for him."
"Then make him eat his words."
HIT THE SPOT.
Post urn Knocked Out Coffee Alls.
There's a good deal of satisfaction
and comfort In hitting upon the right
thing to rid ono of the varied and
constant ailments caused by coffee
drinking.
"Ever since I can remember,"
writes an Ind. woman, "my father
has been a lover of bis coffee, but the
continued use of it so affected hit
stomach lhat he could scarcely eat at
times.
"Mother had coffee-headache and
dizziness, and if I drank coffee for
breakfast I would taste it all day and
usually go to bed with headache.
"One day father, brought 'home a
pkg. of Poatum recommended by our
firocer. Mothor made it according to
directions on tho box and it Just "hit
tho spot" It has a dark, aeal-brown
color, changing to golden brown when
cream la added, and a snappy taste'
similar to mild, hlgh-grado coffee, and
wo found that Ha continued use speed
ily put an end to all our coffee ills.
"That waa at least ton years ago
W BMylvp ' ' m
and Postum has, from that day to
this, boon a standing ordor of father's
grocery bill.
"When I married, my husband waa
a great coffeo drinker, although he
admitted that It hurt him. When I
mentioned Postum he said ho did not
llko tho taste of It. I told him I
could make it taste all right. He
smiled and said, try it. Tho result
was a success, ho won't have any
thing but Postum."
Namo given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read "The Road to
WellviHe," In pkgs.
Postum now cornea in two forma:
Regular Postum must bo well
boiled 15c and 25c packages,
Instant Poatum la a soluble pow
der.' Made in tho cup with hot wa
terno boiling 30c and BOo tins.
Tho cost per cup of both klnda la
about the same.
"There's a Roaaon" for Postum.
sold by Grocers.
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