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(Copyrittlit. 1914. by Charles Scribner's Sons)
SYNOPSIS.
At tlidr home on aim frontier between
tho Hrowim atnl Uruj Miirlu (Jalliiml and
iier tuotliur, cnlortnlnlnK Colonel Wtntor
linn of tlm flrayn, wo Captain I.iinKtron,
ntnrr IntclllKoncn ollker of Urn IlruwiiH,
Injureil by u rail In bin iioroplutio. 'Ion
years later. Weslerllim'. nominal vlro but
real clilnf of Htaff. rolnforccii South I.u
Tlr, meditate on war, unci speculates on
tbn compurutlvo tiRvn of lilmsetf nnil Mur
ta, wbo Ih vIhIIIiik In tbo Oray capital.
WesterllnK rails on Mnrta. fiho tolls him
of her tcaehlnK children tbo folllei of war
and mnrtla! patrlotlHin, bcKS blin to pre
vent war while, he Is chief of staff, ami
SredlctN that If bo malms war against tbo
rowns bo will not win.
CHAPTER HI Continued.
"You think 1 am joking?" sho askud.
"Why, yes!"
"UutI am notl No, no, not about
uch a ghastly aubject aa a war to
day!" Sho was leaning toward him,
hands on kneo and oyoa burning like
coale without a spark. "I" sho paused
as aho bad beforo sho broke out with
the first prophecy "I will quote part
of our children's oath: 'I will not bo
a coward. It 1b a coward who Btrikci
first. A brave man evon after ho re
ceives a blow tries to roason with his
assailant, and does not strike back un
til ho receives a second blow. I hall
not let a burglar drlvo mo from my
houBo. It an enemy tries to tako my
land I shall appeal to his senso of jus
tice and reason with him, but if he
then persists I shall fight for my
homo. If I am victorious I shall not
try to tako his land but to mako tho
most of my own. I shall never cross a
frontier to kill my fellowmen.' "
Very impressive sho made the oath.
Her deliberate recital of it had tho
quality which justifies overy word
with an urgent faith.
"You boo, with that teaching thero
can bo no war," she proceeded, "and
thoBo who strike will bo weak; those
who defend will bo strong."
"PorhapB," ho said.
"You would not llko to seo thou
sands, hundreds of thousands, of men
killed and maimed, would you?" bIio
demanded, and her eyes hold tho hor
ror of tho sight in reality. "You cuu
prevent It you can!" Her heart was
In tho appeal.
"Tho old argument! No, I should
not llko to see that," ho roplled. "I
only do my duty as a soldier to my
country.'1
"Tho old answer! The moro reason
why you should tell the premier you
can't! Dut there 1b still another reason
for tolling him," sho urged gently.
Now he saw her not at twonty-uoveu
but at seventeen, girlish, the subject
of no processes of roason but in tho
pell of an intuition, and ho knew that
something out of the blue In a flash
was coming.
"For you will not win!" she declared.
This struck fire. Square Jaw and
sturdy body, in maucullne energy, reso
lute and trained, wero set Indomitably
against feminine vitality.
"Yes, wo shall win! Wo shall win!"
ho said without even tho physical dem
onstration of a gesture and In u hard,
even volco which wnB llko that of tho
machlnory of modern wnr itself, u
volco which tho aristocratic sniff, tho
Louts XVI curls, or any of the old gul-lory-display
heroes would hnvo thought
utterly lacking In hlstrlonlcti suitable
to the occasion. Ho remained rigid
after ho had Bpokon, handsome, self-
poBscssod.
Thero wob no uso of beating foml
nlno fists against such a stone wull.
Tho force of tho mnlu was supreme.
She smiled with a etrango, quivering
loosening of the lips. She spread out
her hands with fingers apart, as If to
let something run free from them Into
the air, and tho flame of appeal that
had been In her oyos broke Into many
lights that seemed to scatter into
upace, yet ready to return at her com
mand., Sho glanced at tho clock and
roso, almost abruptly.
"I was vory stronuous riding my
hobby against yours, wasn't I?" she ox-
claimed In a flutter of distraction that
niado It easy for him to descend from
his own steed. "I stated a feeling. 1
made a sucbb, a threat about your
winning and all In tho air. That's a
woman's prlvllogo; one men grant,
Isn't It?"
"Wo enjoy doing bo," ho replied, all
urbanity.
"Thank you!" she said Blmply. "I
must bo at home In time for tho chil
dren's lcBflon on Sunday. My sleeper
1b engaged, and It I am not to mlsB the
train I must go Immediately."
With an undeniable shock of regret
ho realized that tho lntorvlew waa
over. Really, ho had had a very good
time; not only that, but
"Will It be ton years before we meet
again?" bo asked.
"Perhaps, unless you chango tho
rules about officers crossing tho fron
tier to take tea," sho roplled.
"Evon If I did, tho vlco-chlef of staff
might fcsrdly go."
"Then perhaps you must watt," she
warned him, "until the teachors of
peace havo dono away with all fron
tiers." "Or, If there wore war, I should
cornel" ho answerod In kind. Ho half
wished that this might start anothor
argument and she would miss nor
train. Dut shomade no reply. "And
you may como to tho Gray capital
st Shot
PALMER
uguln. You aro not through traveling!"
ho added,
This nrouscd her afresh; the flamo
was back In her eyes.
"Yes. I have all tho memories of my
Journeys to enjoy, all their lessons to
Btudy," Bho oald. "Thero la tho big
world, and you want to havo had tho
breath of all Its climates In your lungs,
tho visions of all Its peoples yours.
Thon the othor thing la three acres
and a cow. It you could only havo the
solidarity of tho Japanese, their pub
lic spirit, with tho old Chlnoso lovo of
family and poaco, and a cathedral
near-by on a hill! Patriotism? Why,
It Is In tho soil of your three acres. I
lovo to feel tho warm, rich earth of our
own garden in my hands! Horeafter I
shall bo a stay-at-home; and it my chil
dren win," sho held out her hand in
parting with tho samo frank, earnest
grip of hor greeting, "why, you will
find that tea la, as usual, at four
thirty." Ho hud found the women of his high
official world u narrower world than
ho realized much allko. Striking cor
tain keys, certain chords responded.
Ho could probe tho depthB of their
minds, ho thought, in a single evening.
Then ho passed on, unless It was in
tho Interest of pleusure or of his ca
reer to llngor. Thla meeting hnd loft
his curiosity baflled. Ho understood
how Martu's vitality demanded action,
which exerted Itself In a feminine way
for a feminine cause. The cure for
such a fad wob most clear to Ills mas
culine perception. What If all tho
power she bad shown in hor appoal for
peace could be made to servo another
ambition? Ho know that ho was a
great man. More than once he had
wondered whut would happen It he
wore to meet a great woman. And ho
Bhould not see Mnrtu Qallaud again
unless war came.
CHAPTER IV.
Times Have.Changed.
Tho G3d of tho Drowns had started
for La Tlr on tho same day that tho
128th of the Grays had Btarted for
South La Tlr. While tho 128th' was
going to new ecenes, tho f3d was re
turning to familiar ground. It had de
trained In tho capital of tho province
from which Its rankB had been recruit
ed. After u steep Incline, there was a
welcomo bugle noto and with Bhouta
of delight tho centipede's legs broke
apart! Hankers', laborers', doctors',
valolB', butcher', manufncturerB' and
Judges' sons threw themselves down
on the greensward of the embankment
to rest. With their talk of home, of
relatives whom they had met at tho
station, and of tho changes In tho town
was mingled talk of tho crisis.
Meanwhile, an aged man was np
proachlng. At times ho would break
Into u kind of trot thut ended, after a
few steps, in shoitneoa of breath. Ho
was qulto withered, his bright eyes
twinkling out of an area of moth
patches, and ho wore a frayed uniform
coat with u medal on tho breast.
"Is this the G3d?" ho quavered to
the nearest soldier.
"It certainly Is!" some one answered.
"Come and Join us, veteran!"
"Is Tom Tom Fraglnl hero?"
Tho answer canio from a big soldier,
who sprang to his feet uud leaped to
ward tho old man.
"It's grandfather, ub I live!" ho
cnlled out, kissing tho voteran on both
cheeks. "I saw sister In town, nnd
sho said you'd bo ut the gate as we
marched by."
"Didn't wait at no gate! Marched
right up to you!" said grandfather.
"Marched up with my uniform and
medal on! Stand oft thero, Tom, so
I can see you. My word! You're big
ger'n your father, but not blgger'n I
waa! No, sir, not blgger'n I was In
my day beforo that wound Bort o' bent
mb over. They say lt' tho lead In tho
blood. I've still got tho bullet!"
The old man's trouuorB were thread
bare Ijut well darned, and the holes in
tho uppers of his shoes were carefully
patched. Ho had a morry air of op
timism, which his grandson had In
herited. "Well, Tom, how much longer you
got to servo?" asked grandfather.
"Six months," answered Tom.
"One, two, threo, four " grandfa
ther counted tho numbers off on his
flngors. "That'B good. You'll bo In
tlmo for tho spring ploughing. My,
how you havo flllod outl Dut, some
how, I can't get used to this kind of
uniform. Why, 1 don't seo how a glrl'd
bo attracted to you follows, at all!"
"They have to, for wo'ro tho only
kind of soldiers tbero aro nowadays.
Not as gay aa In your day, that's sure,
when you woro In tho Hussars, eh?"
"Yes, I was In tho Husears in the
Hussars! I tell you with our sabres
a-gleamlng, our horses' bltB a-jlngllng,
our pennons a-flylng, and all the color
of our uniform I tell you, the girls
used to open their eyes at ub. And we
went. Into tho chargo llko that yes,
sir, Just that gay and grand. Colonel
Gnlland loading!"
Military history Bald that It had
been a rather foolish charge, a fine
oxamplo of tho vainglory of unreason
ing bravory that accomplishes nothing,
but no one would suggest such skopti-
clem of an Immortal event In popular
imagination In hearing of tho old man
as ho lived over-that Intoxicated rush
of horses and men Into a battery of
tho Grays.
"Well, didn't you find what 1 Bald
was truo about tho lowlanders?" asked
grandfather after ho had finished tho
chargo, referring to tho pcoplo of tho
Southern frontlor of tho Drowns, where
tho H3d hnd just boon garrisoned.
"No, I kind of liked them. I made a
lot of friends," ndmlttcd Tom. "They're
very progressive."
"Eh, oh? You'ro Joking!" To llko
tho people of tho southern frontier was
only less concelvablo than liking tho
peoplo of tho Grays. "Thnt's becauso
you didn't boo deep under them.
They'ro all on tho outside a flighty
lot! Why, If they'd dono their part
In that last war we'd havo licked tho
Grays until they cried for mercy! If
their army corps had stood Its ground
nt Volmor "
"So you'vo nlwaya said," Interrupted
Tom.
"And tho wny they cook tripe! I
couldn't stomach It, could you? And
If thoro's anything I am partial to It's
a good dish of trlpo! And their light
beer llko drinking froth! And their
bread why, It ain't bread! It's chips!
'Taint flt for civilized folks!"
"Dut I sort of got used to their
waya," said Tom.
"Eh, oh?" Grandfather looked at
grandson quizzically, seeking the cause
of such heterodoxy In a northern man.
"But I Won't Fight for You!"
"Say, you ain't been falling In lovo?"
ho hazarded. "You you ain't going to
bring one of them southern girls
homo?"
"No!" said Tom, laughing.
"Well, I'm glad you ain't, for they're
naturally light-minded. I rcmomber
'em well." Ho wandered on with his
questions and comments. "Is It a fact.
Tom, or was you just Joking when you
wrote home thut the soldiers took so
ninny baths?"
"Yes, they do."
"Well, that beats mo! It's a wonder
you didn't all die of pneumonia!" He
paused to absorb the phenomenon.
Then his half-chlldlsh mind, prompted
by a random recollection, flitted to an
other subject which set him to gig
gling. "And the llttlo crawlers did
they bother you much, tho llttlo crawl
ers?" '
"The llttlo crawlers?" repeated Tom,
mystified.
"Yes. Everybody usod to get 'em
Just from living closo together. Had
to comb 'em out and pick 'em out of
your 'clothes. Tho chaso wo used to
call It."
"No, grandfather, crawlers havo
gone out of fashion. And no more epi
demics of typhoid and dysentery
either," said Tom.
"Times hnvo certainly changed!"
grumbled Grandfather Fraglnl.
Interested in their own reunion, they
had paid no attention to a group of
Tom's comrades nearby, sprawled
around a nowspaper containing the
latest dispatches from both capitals.
"Flvo million soldiers to our threo
million!" v"
"Eighty million peoplo to our fifty
million!"
"Dccauso of tho odds, they think we
aro bound to yield, no matter It wo aro
in tho right!"
"Let them como!" said tho butcher's
son. "If wo havo to go, it will be on a
wave of blood."
"And they will como some time,"
said tho judge'B son. "They want our
land."
"We gain nothing It wo boat them
back. War will bo the ruin of busi
ness," said the banker's son.
"Yes, wo aro prosperous now. Let
well enough alone!" sold tho manufac
turer's son.
"Somo say It makes wages higher,"
paid the laborer's son, "but I am think
ing it's a poor wny of raising your
pay."
"There won't be any war," satd the
banker's son. "There can't be without
credit. The banking Interests will
not permit it."
"There can alwayB be war," said the
Judge's son, "always when ono people
determines to strike at anothor people
oven If it brings bankruptcy."
"It would bo a war that would make
all others In history a mere exchango
of skirmishes. Every able-bodied man
In line automatics a hundred shots a
minute guus a dozen shots a minute
'
and aeroplanes and dirigibles !" sold
the manufacturer's son.
"To the dentil, too!"
"And not for glory! Wo of the G3d
who live on the frontier will be fight
ing for our homes "
"If we loso them wo'Il never got
them back. Hotter die than be beaten!"
Herbert StrniiBky, with deep-set
eyes, slightly ttjulntlng Inward, and a
heavy Jaw, nn enormous man who waB
tho best shot In tho company whon
ho cared to be, had listened In Rllcnco
to tho others, his rather thick but ex
prcBsIvo lips curving with cynicism.
Ills only speech all the morning hnd
been In the midst of tho reception in
tho public square of tho town when he
said:
"This homecoming doesn't mean
much to me. Home? Hell! Tho
hedgerows of tho world nre my homo!"
Ho nppourcd older than his years,
and hard and bitter, except when his
eyes would light with a feverish sort
of fire which shono as he broke Into
a lull In the talk.
"Comrades," ho begqn.
"Let ub honr from tho Socialist!" a
Tory exclaimed.
"No, tho nnarchlBt!" shouted a So
cialist. "Thore won't bo any war!" said
Stransky, his volco gradually rising to
tho pitch of nn agitator relishing tho
sensation of his own words. "Patriot
Ism Is the played-out trick of the ruling
classes to keop down tho proletariat.
Thero won't bo any wnr! Why? De
cause there nre too many enlightened
men on both sides who do the world's
work. We of tho C3d are a pro
vincial lot, but throughout 'our army
thero aro thousands upon thousands
llko me. They march, they drill, but
when battle comeo they will refuse
to fight my comrades In heart, to
whom the flag of this country means
no moro than that of any other coun
try!" "Hold on! Tho flag Is sacred!"
cried the banker's Bon.
"Yes, that will do!"
"Shut up!"
Othor voices formed a chorus of
angry protest.
"I know you thought It; now I've
caught you!" This from tho sergeant,
who hnd seen hard fighting against
a savage foe In Africa and there
fore was particularly bitter about
tho Dodlapoo affair. The welt of a
scar on tho gaunt, fever-yellowed
cheok turned n deoper red as he seized
StratiBky by tho collar of tho blouse.
Stransky. raised his fruo hand as It
to strlko, but paused ns ho faced the
company's boyish captain, Blender of
figure, aristocratic of feature His In
dignation was as evident aa tho ser
geant's, but he was biting his lips to
keep It under control.
"You heard what ho said, sir?"
"Tho lntter part enough!"
"It's Incitatlon to mutiny! An ex
ample!" "Yes, put him under arrest."
The sergeant still held fast to the
collar of Stransky's blouse. Stransky
could havo shaken himself tree, as a
mastiff frees himself from a puppy,
but this was resistance to arrest and
he had not yet mude up his mind to
go that far. His muscles wero weaving
under tho sergeant's grip, his eyes
glowing as with volcanic fire waiting
on the madness of Impulse for erup
tion. "1 wonder If It Ib really worth while
to put him under arrest?" said some
one nt the edge of tho group in nmlablo
Inquiry.
Tho volco came from nn officer of
about thirty-five, who apparently had
strolled over from a near-by aeroplano
btatlon to look at tho regiment. From
his shoulder hung the gold cords of
the staff. It was Col. Arthur Lanstron,
whose plane had skimmed the Gal
lands' garden wall for tho "easy
bump" ten yearB ago. Thero was some
thing more than mero titular respect
In tho way tho young captain saluted
admiration and the diffident, boyish
glnuco of recognition which does not
presume to tako tho lead In recalling
a slight acquaintance with a man .of
distinction.
"Dollarmo! It's all of two years
slnco we met at Miss Gotland's, Isn't
It?" Lanstron said, shaking hands with
the captain.
"Yes, Just before we wero ordered
south," said Dollarmo, obviously
pleased to bo remembered.
"I overheard your speech," Lanstron
continued, nodding toward Stransky.
"It was very Informing.''
A crowd of soldiers was now press
ing around Stransky, and In the front
rank was Grandfather Fraglnl.
"Said our flag was no better'n any
other flag, did he?" piped tho old mun.
"Doat him to a pulp! That's what tho
Hussars would havo done."
"If you don't mind telling It In pub
lic, Stransky, I should llko to know
your origin," Bald Lanstron, prepared
to bo as considerate of an anarchist's
prlvato feelings as of anybody's.
Stransky squinted his eyes down tho
bony brldgo of his noso and grinned
sardonically.
"That won't tako long," ho answered.
"My father, so far aB 1 could identify
him, died In Jail and my mother of
drink."
"That was hardly to the purple!" ob
served Lanstron thoughtfully.
"No, to tho rod!" answered Stransky
savagely.
"I moan that it was hardly Inclined
to make you tako a roseate view of life
as a beautiful thing In a well-ordered
world where favors of fortuno are
evenly distributed," continued Lan
stron. "Rathor to mako mo rejoice In tho
hope of n now order of things the
recreation of society!" Stransky ut
tered tho sentlmont with the trium
phant pride of a pupil who knows hie
text-book thoroughly.
By thla time tht colonel command
ing tne regiment, who had noticed tho
excitement from a distance, appeared,
forcing a gap for his passage through
tho crowd with sharp words. He, too,
recognized Lanstron. After they had
shaken hands, tho colonel scowled ns
ho heard the situation explained, with
tho old Bergennt, still holding fast to
Strnnsky's collar, a cnpnblo and In
sistent witness for tho prosecution;
whllo Stransky, tho flro In his eyes
dying to conla, stared straight ahead.
"It Is only u suggestion, of courso,"
said Lanstron, speaking quite as a
spectator to avoid tho lenst Indication
of lntorforenco with tho colonel'a au
thority, "but It secniB possible that
Stransky has clothed IiIb wrongs In a
garb that could never set well on his
nnturo If ho tried to wear It In prac
tice. Ho is really nn Individualist. En
raged, ho would fight well. I should
llko nothing better than a forco of
Stranskys if I hnd to defend n redoubt
in a last stand."
"Yea, he might fight." Tho colonel
looked hard at Stransky's rigid profllo,
with Its tight lips nnd chin as firm as
If cut out of stono. "You never know
who will light In tho pinch, they say.
Dut that's speculation. It's the ex
ample thnt I havo to deal with."
"Ho Is not of the Insidious, plotting
typo. He spoke his mind openly," sug
gested Lanstron. "If you give him the
limit of tho law, why, no becomes a
martyr to persecution. I should say
that his remarks might pass for barrack-room
gassing."
"Very well," said the colonel, taking
tho shortest way out of the difficulty.
"Wo will excuse the first offense."
"Yes, sir I" Bald tho sergeant me
chanically as ho released his grip ot
the offender. "Wo had two anarchists
In my company In Africa," ho observed
In loyal agreement with orders. "They
fought .-like devils. Tho only trouble
was to keep them from shooting Inno
cent natives for sport,"
Stransky's collar was still crumpled
on tho nape of his neck. Ho remained
Btock-Btlll, staring down tho bridge ot
his nose. For u full minute he did not
vouchsafe so much as a glance upward
over the change In his fortunes. Then
ho looked around nt Lanstron glower
lngly. "I know who you aro!" he said.
"You were born In tho purple. You
have had education, opportunity, posi
tioneverything that you and your
kind wnnt to keep for your kind. You
nro Bmarter than tho others. You
would hang a man with spider weba
Instend of hemp. Dut I won't fight for
you! No. I won't!"
He threw back his head with a de
termination In his defiance bo Intense
that it had a certain kind of dignity
that freed It of theatrical affectation.
"Yes, I was fortunate; but perhaps
nature was not altogether unkind to
you," said Lanstron. "In Napoleonic
times, Stransky, I think you might
even havo carried a marshal's baton in
your knapsuck."
"You what rot!" A sort of triumph
played around Stransky's full lips and
hie jaw shot out challengtngly. "No,
never against my comrades on the oth
er sido of the border!" he concluded,
his dogged stnre returning.
Now tho colonel gave tho order to
fall in; the bugle sounded and the cen
tipede's legs began to assemblo on the
road. Dut Stransky remained a statue,
his rlflu untouched on tho sward. He
seemed of a mind to let the regiment
go on without him.
"Stransky, fall In!" called tho ser
geant. Still Stransky did not move. A com
rade picked up tho rlflo and fairly
thrust it into his hands.
"Come on, Dert, and knead dough
with tho rest of ub!" he whispered.
"Come on! Cheer up!" Evidently his
comrades liked Stransky.
"No!" roared Stransky, bringing the
rifle' down on tho ground with a heavj
blow.
(TO BB CONTINUED.)
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Until recently Detective Sergeant
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Today If anyone offered him a bakery
full of minco pies he would turn on
his heel and do a quick countermarch.
Figuratively ho has had his fill of tho
good old pastry.
At dinner time ono day not long
ago Halley went Into a little restaurant
near tho Han or jusuce. inree
boiled eggs, a cup of Java and a 12 by
14 wedge of minco pie," ho told tho '
waltor. j
Halley polished off tho eggs and '
coffee In great shape, and then at I
tacked tho pie. Ho had JUBt begun
when a big black cat that had been
reposing on tho counter a few feet
away awoke, stretched, struck at a
vagrant fly with a chubby paw, and
then leaped Into tho display window
of tho place. Tho window was laden
with dollcacles to alluro the hungry .
passerby.
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was the remains of the pie that had
been cut for Bailey. Kitty's' first blto
was Bailey's last. Ho dropped his
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running here, a restaurant or a ken
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PRECEDENT HAD BEEN SET
Youthful Logician Could Not Sea
Why He Should Not Follow His
Father's Course.
Who can tell the working ot chil
dren's mindB, or how, all unwittingly,
wo may make ourselves appear un
just in our dealings toward them?
This was brought homo to Mr. Hoo
wit the other day as ho took his young
hopeful, aged six, for a constitutional.
The youngster wob evidently thinking
hard, for ho was silent which was
unusual.
"Daddy," he said, looking up sudden
ly, "I think I wnnt to get mnrrlcd!"
"Do you, my son? And who to,
mny I ask?" answered the proud pan
ent, looking at him.
"I want to marry granny."
"Do you, indeed? And do you think
1 would let you marry my mother
eh?"
"Well, why shouldn't I?" retorted
the tender logician. "You 'married
mine, didn't you!" Dallas Nows.
Youthful Son's Gratitude.
Tho Martins wero on a trip covering
a period of threo or four weeks. They
left at home Mastor Edward Martin,
aged eight years, to whom his father
wrote nearly every day. In each let
ter was enclosed a shining silver dime.
Flvo or six of theso dimes had been
sent to Master Edwnrd without any 'ac
knowledgment of tho generosity. The?
camo this brief and tothe-potnt ml
slvo:
"Dear Father: Every time you havs
wrote to me since you went awny yo
put a dime in your letter. Pleas
write oftener to Your loving son,
"Edward."
Extravagant.
Clerk Mr. Goldbug, as I am to mar
ry, I would llko moro salary.
Doss How much more do you want?
Clerk Ten dollars a week.
Boss My gracious! How many
women nro you going to marry?
Many things nre well dono that are
not worth doing.
To Build
Strong
Children
Supply their growing bodies
with right food, so that Brain,
and Muscle, and Bone devel
opment may evenly balance.
Grape-Nuts
FOOD
was originated to supply, in
proper proportion, the very
elements returned by the
human body lor growth and
repair.
To supply children a dish
of Grape-Nut and cream
for breakfast regularly, is to
tart them on the road to
sturdy health.
"There's a Reason"
for
Grape-Nuts
Sold by grocers.
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