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the old poem , "Auld Robin Gray , " was
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but she was a great story teller.
This gift made her not only a wel-
come t guest abroad , but a valuable
. member of the home circle , for it is
related in "A Group of Scottish Wo
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was giving to some friends an old 1
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CHAPTER III. - ( Continued. )
On the day after the Major's dinner
party , Isabella was sitting in the ver-
anda with a book open on her lap and
Dido standing gravely near her. Mrs.
Dallas in the cool depths of the draw-
ing-room , was indulging in an after-
luncheon siesta. The sunlight poured
itself over the velvet lawns , drew forth
the perfumes from the flower beds , and
made the earth languorous with heat.
In the veranda all was cool and rest-
ful and pleasingly silent. Isabella , in
her white dress , looked beautiful and
pensive ; while Dido , in reddish-hued
robe , with a crimson kerchief : twisted
round her stately head , gleamed in the
semi-gloom like some gorgeous , tropi-
cal bird astray in our northern climes.
Both mistress and maid were silent.
It was Dido who spoke first. She
noticed that the eyes of her mistress
constantly strayed in the direction of
"Ashantee , " and with the jealousy be
gotten of deep affection , she guessed
that the girl's thoughts were fixed up-
on Maurice. At once she spoke , re-
proachfully , and in the grotesque ne-
gro dialect , which , however , coming
from Dido's mouth , inspered no one
with merrIment.
"Aha , missy , " said she-in deep gut-
tural tones , "you tink ob dat yaller-
ha'r man ! "
"Maurice ! Yes , I'm thinking about
him ; and you : know why. "
Dido's fierce black eyes flashed out
a gleam of rage , and she cursed Mau-
rice audibly in some barbaric tongue
which Isabella seemed to understand.
At all events she interrupted the wom
an's speech with an imperious gesture.
"No more of that , Dido. You know
that I love Maurice ; I wish to marry
him. Why are you so bitter against
him ? "
"He take you from me. "
"Well , if I marry anyone the same
thing will happen , " responded Isabel-
la , lightly ; "and surely , Dido , you do
not want me to remain a spinster all
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my life. "
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"No , missy , no ! You marry , an' ole
Dido am berry pleased. But dat yal-
ler-ha'r man , I no like him. "
"We are engaged. "
"Your mudder , she say no ! "
"Nonsense ! She likes Maurice : her-
self , " replied Isabella , uneasily. "Mau
rice wants our engagement kept quiet
for the present , but when I do tell Ma-
jor Jen and my mother , I am sure nei-
ther of them will object. "
"H'm , we see , missy , we see , " said
Dido , darkly. "But why you marry
dis man I no like ? "
"Because I marry to please myself ,
not you , " said Isabella , sharply. "Oh , I
know your thoughts , Dido ; you would
like me to marry David Sarby. The
Idea ! as if he can compare with Mau
rice ! "
"Wrong , missy. I no wish dat man. "
"Then Dr. Etwald-that horrid ,
gloomy creature ! "
"Him great man ! " said Dido , sol-
emnly. "Him berry-berry great ! "
"I don't think so , " retorted Isabella
rising. "Of course , I know that he is
clever ( , but as to being great , he isn't
known beyond this place. " She walked
to the end of the veranda , and stood
for a moment in the glare of the sun-
shine. Suddenly an idea seemed to
strike : her , and she turned towards the
negress.
"Dido , you wouldn't like to see me
the wife of Dr. Etwald ! "
"Yes , missy. Him berry big great
man ! He lub you. He told old Dido
so. "
"He seems to have been very confi-
lential , " said Isabella , scornfully , "and
from what I have seen , Dido , he has
some influence over you. "
"No , " said the negress. But while her
tongue uttered the denial , her eyes
rolled uneasily round the lawn , as
though dreading some Invisible presp-
snce. "No , missy. Dido a great one ,
you know. She no 'fraid ob dat doc-
tor : ; but him big man , missy ; you mar-
ry , him ! "
"I love Maurice : ! "
"You nebber'marry ' him , missy. Neb-
ber , nebber ! I make de spell. I know.
De spell say dat doctor he marry you ! "
"Well , Dido we will see. And now
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ibout to say , for at that homent Dido
stretched out one arm. Across the lawn
Jiere ; crept a wizen , grey-haired little
nan , with a cringing manner. He was
white , but darkish in the skin , and
here ; was something negroid about his
! ace. This dwarfish little creature was
i tramp , who had become a pensioner
of Isabella's. He had attached himself
to : her like some faithful dog , and rare-
y failed to present himself at least
a day.
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What his real name was nobody
oiew , but he said that he was called
Battersa. He was cringing , dirty , and
iltogether an unpleasant object to
ook upon ; but Isabella was sorry for
Jie ; creature , and aided him with food
md a trifle of money. It may be here
nentioned that Battersea , although he
mew nothing of Obi , was * terribly
ifraid of l : ! ido. Perhaps some instinct
in the negro blood - for he undoubtedly
aad something African in his veins-
made : him fear this unknown priestess
3f fetifh-worship.
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"Well , Battersea , " said Isabella ,
dridly , "how are you to-day ? "
"Very well , lady , very well , indeed. I
net Mr. Aylmer , ' and he gave me a
lollar. " , ,
"That was generous of him ! But ,
tvhy ? "
"Because I said that ; a certain lady
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"Now , now , " laughed Isabella , "no
nore of that' nonsense , Ba ttersea. " She
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turned and ran along the veranda into
the house. The tramp and the negress
were alone.
"What de doctor say ? " said Dido , in
a low-voiced whisper.
"Two words. The devil-stick. "
The negress 'started ' ' , and threw up
her hands in surprise. . . .
CHAPTER IV.
Evidently there was - an understand-
ing between these two strange crea-
tures , and thereby an occult connec-
tion with the ideas and doings of Dr.
Etwald. What the trio were plotting
'against Isabella and her lover remains
to be seen ; but it can be guessed eas-
ily that the message of the devil-stick
carried by Battersea to Dido was of
some significance.
Battersea himself knew nothing of
/its esoteric meaning , but to the ne
gress the mention of the emblem con-
veyed a distinct understanding. She
let her arms fall listlessly by her side ,
and , with an unseeing gaze she stared
at the green trees bathed in hot sun-
shine. After a moment or - so , she mut-
tered to herself in negro jargon , and
clenched her hands.
"Baal ! the wand of sleep ! the bring-
er of death ! "
"What are you saying , Dido ? " asked
Battersea , his feeble intellect scared
by the fierce gestures and the unknown
tongue.
"I say deep things which you no un-
derstan' . Look at ole Dido , you white
man. "
Battersea whimpered , and , rubbing
one dirty hand over the other , did as
he was requested with manifest unwil-
lingness. With an intensity of gaze ,
Dido glared at him steadily , and swept
her hands twice or thrice across his
face. In a moment or so the tramp
was in a state of catalepsy , and she
made use of his spellbound Intelli-
gence to gain knowledge. There was
something terrible in her powers being
thus exercised in the full sunlight.
' "De debble-stick. Whar is it ? "
"In the house of Major Jen. In a : '
little room , on the wall , with swords
and axes. " ,
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As he said this in a monotonous tone ,
Dido looked across the tree tops to
where the red roofs of "Ashantee"
showed themselves against a blue July
sky. She shook her fist at the distant
house , and again addressed herself im -
periously to Battersea , commanding :
"Tell ole Dido ob de debble-stick.
"It is green , with a handle of gold
and blue stones set into the gold. "
Dido bent forward , and touched , the
tramp on his temples.
"See widin dat stick , " she muttered ,
eagerly. "I wish to see. "
"Th re is a bag in the handle , " re-
peated Battersea , with an effort. "Un-
der the bag a long needle " then , after
a pause , "the needle is hollow. "
"Is der poison in de bag , in de hol-
low ob de needle ? "
"No ! " said Battersea , again. . "The
poison is dried up ! "
At this moment a noise in the house
disturbed Dido , and with a pass or ' two
she released Battersea from the 'hyp-
notic spell. He started , rubbed his
eyes , and looked drowsily at the tall
negress , who had resumed her impas-
sive attitude.
"What have you been doing , Dido ? "
he asked , stupidly.
"Obi ? " was the brief reply. . "You
hab told old Dido what she wish about
de debble-stick. "
"The devil-stick , " repeated the
tramp , in wide-eyed surprise. "I don't
know anything of it. Dr. Etwald met
me , and ses he , 'You go to Miss Dal-
las , ' and I ses , 'I does ; ' ahd he ses ,
'You'll see Dido , ' and I ses , 'I'will ; ' and
he ses , 'Say to her "Devil-stick , " an' I
ses , 'Right y'are , sir. ' But es to know-
ing- "
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" ] ) at nuffin ! " said Dido , with a lord-
ly wave of her hand. "I black ; you
hab de black blood in youse also. I
mek you do Obi. Um ! "
"What's Obi ? What's you torkin'
of ? " asked Battersea , rather nervous-
ly. "An' 'ow does you know I hev
black blood ? "
"Obi say dat , to me. Your mudder
black ? "
"Yah ! " cried Battersea , derisively.
"You're out of it. My mother white ;
but my father , " here he hesitated , and
then resumed-"Yes , you're right , Di-
do ; my father was a negro ! A Seedee
boy who was fireman on a liner. "
"I hab seen' dat , " replied Dido , nod-
ding her head. "Black blood in youse ,
an' I can do Obi on you. I send your
spirit to de house of Massa Jen ! You
tell me ob de debble-stick. But I take
care ob you. Now git to de kitchen ;
dere am food for you. "
The old man's eyes brightened in an
ticipation- a feast , and he shuffled
off round the corner as quickly as his
age would allow him. Dido looked
after him for a moment , considering
the message he had brought from Dr.
Etwald , and then began to think of
the devil-stick.
She knew very well what it was
for her grandmother had been carried
off as a slave from the west coast of I
Africa , and knew all about Ashantee
sorcery and fetish rites. These she
had repeated to her granddaughter , DI-
do , with the result that Dido , cherish-
ing these recollections , knew exactly
how to use the wand of sleep. She had
spoken about it to Dr. Etwald , quite
ignorant that Jen kept one as a curios-
ity , and now Etwald had intimated
through Battersea that he wished her
to do something in connection with the
stick. , What that something might be ,
Dido , at the present moment , could not
guess.
She had exerted her magnetic and
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hypnotic influence m.er'Batt rsea , not
that she wished for a detailed descrip-
tion of the wand , for already she knew
its appearance , but because it might
happen that it would be , necessary to
use the tramp for certain purposes
connected with the discovery of se-
crets. Dido exercised a strong influ-
ence over this weak old creature.
Battersea was supposed to be a
Christian ; but the barbaric fluid in his
veins inclined him to the terrible gro-
tesqueness of African witchcraft , and
Dido and her words stirred some dim
instinct in his mind. The negress saw
that accident had placed in her way a
helpless creature , who might be of use
in her necromantic business ; there-
fore , by hypnotizing him o.nce or twice ,
she contrived to keep him within her
power. All of which fantasy would ,
have been denied by the average news-
paper. reader , who cannot imagine such
things taking place in what he calls
euphoniously i a Christian land. But
this happened , notwithstanding.
Having dismissed Battersea , the ne
gress turned to seek Isabella. She was
so devoted , to her nursling that she
could hardly bear to be away from ,
her ; and since her infancy Isabella had
scarcely been absent an hour from her
strange attendant. The girl had gone
into the drawing-room , where Mrs.
Dallas was still sleeping ; and , there ,
relieved for the moment from the pry-
ing eyes of the negress , she took a
letter out of her pocket. It was from
Maurice , stating that he was coming
to see her that afternoon at 3 o'clock ,
as he had something particular to say.
It was now close upon the hour , and
Isabella was wondering how she could
get rid of Dido , whom she did not
wish to be present at the coming inter-
view. The inborn jealousy of the
woman , and her advocacy of Dr. Et-
wald's suit , made her an unpleasant
third , at such a : meeting ; moveover ,
Maurice instinctively disliked this sul
len creature , and was never quite easy
in her presence.
Finally , Isabella decided to slip
round back of the house and meet
Maurice at the gate. She put on a
straw hat , and ran lightly away to see
her lover. She passed out by a side
door , danced like a fairy across the
intervening space of lawn , and slipped
laughingly into the narrow path which
wound through the wood to the ave-
nue near the gates.
Just as she emerged into the open ,
she heard a sharp click , and saw
Maurice approaching. He was dress-
ed in his flannels , and looked particu-
la'rly handsome , she thought ; the more
so when she beheld his face lighting
up at her unexpected appearance. - The
magnetism of love drew them irresisti-
bly together.
"My own dear love , " he murmured
softly. "How good of you' to meet
me ! "
, "I came down here to escape Dido , "
explained Isabella , slipping her hand
within his. "You don't like her to be
with us ! "
"I don't like her in any case , my dar-
ling. She is like a black shadow of
evil always at your heels. I ' must get
your mother to forbid her trespassing
upon our meetings. "
"My dear Maurice , how can "you pos-
sibly do that , when you refuse to tell
my mother of our engagement ? "
' "Oh , I had a reason for keeping our
engagement secret , but it is no longer
necessary , and I am going straight t <
ask your mother to give me this deal
hand in marriage. If she consents , we
will soon get rid of Dido. "
"But my mother may not consent , "
said Isabella , a trifle nervously. .
"Why not ? I have a profession and
a small property. We love one anoth-
er dearly , so I don't see what ground
she has for refusal. I wish to tell your
mother of our engagement ; for I must
rescue you from the , influence of that
dark : Jezebel. She is dangerous. "
"I know she is ; but she hates you ! "
"I don't care for her hate , " replied
Maurice , carelessly. "It is a poor
thing ; and cannot possibly harm me.
Surely Mrs. Dallas will not let herself
be guided in so important a business
by the will and feelings of that blaclf
wench. "
( To be continued. )
NAPOLEON'S FAREWELL.
The Moat Dramatic Scene In the
History of Fontainebleau.
It was at Fontainebleau that Napo
leon received the Pope in 1804. It was
at Fontainebleau that he imprisoned
the Pope-the apartment which served
as his prison is still shown-in 1812
and 1813. Finally , for Nemesis would
have it so , it was at Fontainebleau
that Napoleon signed his abdication
and said farewell to his army in 1814 ,
coming down the horseshoe staircase
at the head of Cour du Cheval Blanc
and placing himself at the head of the
guard as if for a review.
"For twenty years , " he said , " 1 have
been well content with you and you
have always been with me on the path
of glory. With your help and that of
all the brave men who are still loyal
I could have carried on the war for
three years longer , but France would
have suffered , and I did not wish that
to happen. ,
"I might have died-that would have
been easy - but I would not. I prefer
to follow the path of honor .and to
write the history of our exploits.
"I cannot embrace you all , but I will
embrace your general. Come , General
Petit. Bring me the eagle ! Dear
eagle ! May these kisses find their echo
in every brave mail's heart !
"Farewell , my children ! "
That surely is the most pathetic as
it is also the most dramatic scene in
the whole history of Fontainebleau.
T. P.'s London Weekly.
The Xature of It
"A hotel keeper has an occupation
which inclines him to amiability. "
"How so ? " .
"Because to all inquiries about
rooms , no matter how put , he likes to
give a suite answer. " - Baltimore
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form a mergar ff every acre of timber-
producing laad In Norla Scotia , invest-
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Warning : Notes Calllnj the Wicked
to Repentance.
lIy children can
not be safe save as
s4 ti I seek to make
all children safe.
The only : way
to make others
good is to make
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religion.
This world
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would soon be re
generated if the saints were fully con-
secrated.
He who begins the day'with prayer
will review it with praise.
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Nb virtues are really possessed so
long as we are conscious of them.
The imitation of the vicious is the
poorest kind of affection for them.
Some men never feel grateful until
they see others looking miserable.
No man is his own master until he
sees the obligation to serve others.
Where His word is hid in the heart ,
His will is sure to follow in the life.
The man who sees no good in others
is always well pleased with himself.
If God should answer all our pray-
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ers for peace , we would soon be petri-
fied.
fied.The
The only way , to live the life of our
Lord is to make Him Lord of our
lives.
You are not sound in the faith ac
cording to the greatness of your
sound.
He has no heart in his recreations
who does not give a whole heart to
his work. .
Many : a church looking around for
an endowment needs to look up for
enduement.
It's no use looking for ripe fruits
of faith in the climate of a frosty
disposition.
Many must march through the des-
ert l of doubt , but none need build
houses there.
It is easy to miss a good you might
have attained in contemplating an evil
from which you have abstained.
The lives" that have enriched the
world have been those that have not
counted their lives dear to themselves.
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Men of genius are confessedly crea-
tures of mood. Grief and adversity
have often been a real help to them ,
rather than a hindrance. Poe , it Is
said , produced "The Raven" while sit
ting at the bedside of his sleeping but
dying wife. Many similar instances
might be cited , but an anecdote of
Verdi , told by Carlo Ceccarelli , will
suffice.
On one occasion , when Verdi was
engaged on his well-known opera , "II
Trovatore , " he stopped short at the
passage of the "Miserere , " being at a
loss to combine notes of sufficient sad-
ness and pathos to express the grief
of the prisoner , Manrico.
Sitting at his piano in the deep
stillness of the winter night , his im
agination wandered back to the stormy
days of his youth , endeavoring to ex -
tract from the past a plaint , a groan ,
like those which escaped from his
breast when he saw himself forsaken
by the world. All in vain !
One day , at Milan , he was unex-
pected called to the bedside , of a dy-
ing friend , one of the few who had
remained faithful to him in adversity
and prosperity. Verdi , at the sight of
his dying friend , felt a lump rise in
his throat ; he wanted to weep , but
so Intense was his grief that not a tear
flowed to the relief of his anguish.
In an adjoining room stood a piano.
Verdi , under one of those sudden im
pulses to which men of genius are
sometimes subject , sat down- at the
instrument , and there and then im-
provised the sublime "Miserere" of the
"Trovatore. " The musician had given
utterance to his grief.
Just a Fit.
In the Ex-Libris Journal an amus-
ing anecdote is given of a man anxious
for a coat of arms , and fortunate in
finding one. A second-hand bookseller
bought at a country sale some three
hundred volumes of handsome but un
salable old sermons , books : on theology ,
and the like. ,
He placed a number of these outside
his shop. Soon afterward a well-
dressed man entered and said , "Havo
you any more of this ! kind of books
with this shield on them ? " pointing
to the book plate attached , which bore
the arms and. name of a good old
county family.
"That box , sir , is full of books from
the same house , " answered the" book-
seller.
"What , do you ask for them ? " in-
quired the man. "I'm4 going back to
Chicago , and I want to take some
books , and ; these will just fit me , name
and all.
"Just you sort out all that have that
shield and name , but don't you send
any without that name-plate , for that's
my name , too.
. "I reckon this old fellow with the
daggers and roosters might have been
related to me some way. "
Reproved An.ln.
"I am told that there are some fine
scores to the credit of Herr Batontap-
per , " ventured : Mr. Cumrox during a
lull in the artistic conversation.
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"Mydear , " said his wife , "we wers
discussing music , not baseball.
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2438 N. Clark St. CHICACO , ILL.
$21,000 estab. harness business for sale
or trade for clear land. N. W. Harness
& Saddlery Co. , 314 Pearl , Sioux City : , la.
You Ca&ta
- - , Cure
Constipation
With a whip. Harsh cathartics through
irritation harden the bo wet lining. They
cause tho trouble which you seek to cure. . - . :
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CASCARETS act like some foods. They
restore a right condition. "
Vest-pocket box 10 cents-at d.-ng 'sfore. .
People now use a million boxes monthly867
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KNOW THE CAUSE OF
YOUR AILMENT
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Diagnosing disease by analysing . the urinn
has proven a great benefit to suffering ' humanity
as the test of urine reveals the cause of your
ailments. When the cause is removed , the road
to health is short and quick. A. W. Van Byster-
veld , the chemist with this Company has spent
a lifetime in examining . human urine and so
accurate has he become that the .patient tells
nothing , simply send in a sample of the urine
stating age and sex , he will locate the cause of
your achesand pains , describing them better I
than you can explain yourself. Mailing . cases
for sending : urine and booklet sent freo on .
request. f
Van Bystorveld Medlclna Co , lid
23 Sheldon St. . Grand Rapids , Mich.
Both-well and Queen Mary. ,
Dunrobin castle , in Scotland , was t
the scene of a discovery a few years.
ago of a document relating to Mary
Queen of Scots , which , had it seen
the light when poor Mary Stuart was
about to commit the crowning 'act of
folly in marrying Bothwell , would
have changed the whole aftercourse
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of her life. The document was the '
original dispensation granted by the
Vatican to Lady Jane Gorden to en
able her to marry her cousin , the 'earl
of Bothwell. When the latter wanted
to espouse his sovereign he declared
his union with Lady Jane Gordon null
and void on the ground of their rela-
tionship and obtained a divorce. The
assumption is that Lady Bothwell was
only too glad to get rid of the aris-
tocratic blackguard she called hus-
band , for she must have had the dis -
pensation , the production of which
would have made her marriage valid
and prevented Mary's taking place.
That she had it is proved by its being /1 t
found in the charter room- at Dun- / " "
robin , where it had lain for three
centuries , and whither she doubtless /
brought it on her second marriage in
1573 to Alexander , earl of Suther
land , ancestor of the dukes of Suther
land.
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A Fussy ! Set.
"What's all this talk about boycot
ting Dick Bannerman ? "
"Haven't you heard ? He was seen '
kissing the cook ! "
"The cook ! ( Why , good gracious ,
man , Dick's wife does her own cook-
Ing. "
"Does she ? I didn't know that. But
that doesn't let him out. "
'
"Why not ? "
"In our set It , is considered very
bad form for gentlemen to kiss their
wives.-Cleveland Plain Dealer.
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GET POWER.
The Supply Comes from Food.
If we get power from food , why not t
strive to get all the power we can ? '
That is only possible by use of skil
fully selected food that exactly fits the
requirements of .the body.
Poor fuel makes a poor fire and a
poor fire is not a good steam producer. .T -
"From not knowing how to select
the right , food to fit isy needs , I suf- '
fered grievously for a long time from
stomach troubles , " writes a lady from
a little town in Missouri.
"It seemed as If I would never be 1
able to find out the sort of food that
was best for me. Hardly anything that
. I could eat would stay on my stomach. 'r
Every attempt gave me heartburn and tC
filled my stomach with gas. I got thin
ner and thinner until I literally be-
came a living skeleton and In time was
compelled to keep to my bed.
"A few months ago I was persuaded
to try Grape-Nuts food , and It had such ; f
good effect from the very beginning
that I have kept up Its use ever since.
I was surprised at the ease with which
I digested It. It proved to be just
what I needed.
"All my unpleasant symptoms , the
heartburn , the Inflated feeling which
gave me so much pain disappeared.
' My weight gradually Increased from
98 to 116 pounds , my figure rounded
out , my strength came .back , and I am
now able to do
my housework and
en-
joy It. Grape-Nuts did ft. "
A ten days' trial :
will show anyone \ .
some facts about food. ,
Look in pkgs. for the little book .
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"The Road to Wellville. " "There's . "
a "
Reason. " ,
Ever read the above letter ? A
new one appears from time to time.
They are . genuinetrue , and full of , '
human interest. t
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