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SYNOPSIS.
At the expense of a soiled hat Herbert
Orme saves from arrest a girl In a black
touring car who has caused a traffic jam
on State street. He buys a new hat and
is given a five dollar bill with: "Remem
ber person you pay this to." written on It.
A second time he helps the girl In the
black car and learns that in Tom and
Bessie Walllngham they have mutual
friends, but pets no further hint of her
identity. In his rooms at the Pere Mar
quette he telephones Bessie "Walllngham
and agrees to golf at Arradale on the
morrow. He discovers another inscrip
tion on the marked bill, which, in a futile
attempt to decipher, he copies and places
the copy in a drawer.
CHAPTER II.
8enor Poritol.
When Orme answered the knock at
the door a singular young man stood
at the threshold. He was short, wiry,
and very dark. His nose was long and'
complacently tilted at the end. His
eyes were small and very black. His
mouth was a wide, uncertain silt In
his hand he carried a light cane and a
tilk hat of the flat-brimmed French
type. And he wore a gray sack suit,
pressed and creased with painful ex
actness. "Come In, Senor Poritol," said
Orme, motioning toward a chair.
The little man entered, with short,
rapid steps. He drew from his pocket
a clean poqfcet handkerchief, which he
unfolded and spread out on the surface
of the table. Upon the handkerchief
he carefully placed his hat and then,
after an Ineffectual effort to make it
fetand against the table edge, laid his
cane on the floor.
Not until all this ceremony had been
completed did he appear to notice
Orme. But now he turned, widening"
Ills face 4nto a smile and extending his
hand, which Orme took rather dubi
ously it was supple and moist ,
"Oh, this is Mr. Orme, is It not?"
"Yes," said i Orme, freeing himself
from the unpleasant handshake.
"Mr. Robert Orme?"
"Ye3, that Is my name. What can I
do for you?"
For a moment Senor Poritol ap
peared to hover like a timid bird;
then he seated himself on the edge of
a chair, only the tips of his toes touch
ing the floor. His eyes danced
brightly.
"To begin with, Mr. Orme," he said,
-I am charmed to meet you very
charmed." He rolled his "rV after
a fashion that need not be reproduced.
"And In the second place," he contin
ued, "while actually I am a foreigner
In your dear country, I regard myself
as In spirit one of your natives. I
came here when a boy, and was edu
cated at your great University of
Princeton."
"You are a Portuguese I Infer from
your name," said Orme.
"Oh, dear, no! Oh, no, no, no!" ex
claimed Senor Poritol, tapping the
floor nervously with his toes. "My
country he freed himself from the
Portuguese yoke many and many a
year ago. I am a South American,
Mr. Orme one of the poor relations
of your great country." Again the
widened smile. Then he suddenly be
came grave, and leaned forward, his
hands on his knees. "But this is not
the business of our meeting, Mr.
Orme."
, "No?" Inquired Orme.
"No, my dear sir. I have come to
ask of you about the five-dollar bill
which you received in the hat shop
this afternoon." He peered anxious
ly. "You still have it? You have not
spent It?"
"A marked bill, was it not?"
"Yes, yes. Where is It, my dear
sir, where is It?"
"Written across the face of It were
the words, 'Remember person you pay
this to "
"Oh, yes, yes."
"And on the back of It
"On the back of it!" gasped the lit
tle man.
"Was a curious cryptogram."
"Do not torture me!" exclaimed
Senor Poritol. "Have you got it?"
His fingers worked nervously.
"Yes," said Orme slowly, "I atlll
have it"
Senor Poritol hastily took a fresh
five-dollar bill from his pocket. "See,"
he 6ald, Jumping to the floor, "here
Is another Just as good a bill. I give
this to you In return for the bill which
was paid to you this afternoon." He
thrust the new bill toward Orme, and
iwaved his other hand rhetorically.
"'That, and that alone, is my business
with you, dear sir."
Orme's hand went to his pocket
The visitor watched the motion eag
erly, and a grimace of disappointment
contracted his features when the hand
came forth, holding a cigar case.
"Have one," Orme urged.
In his anxiety the little man almost
danced. "But, sir," he broko forth, "I
mm in desperate hurry. I must meet
& friend. I must catch a train."
"One moment" interrupted Orme.
"I can't very well give up that bill
until I know a little better what it
means. You will have to show me
that you are entitled to it and" he
smiled "meantime you'd better
smoke."
Senor Poritol sighpd. "I can as
sure you of my honesty of purpose,
sir," he said. "I cannot tell you about
it I have not the time. Also, it is
not my secret This bill, sir, is just
as good as the other one."
Tax Dodger
Officials Forced to Believe That
There Is Something New
Under the Sun.
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The best way of not paying taxes
en your personal property is to swear
off. By "swearing off" Is meant
geing to the tax assessor and making
a deposition that you really don't live
where you seem to !ive, that you
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"Very likely," said Orme dryly- He
was wondering whether this was some
new counteneltlng dodge. How easily
most persons could be Induced to
make the transfer!
A counterfeiter, however, would
hardly work by so picturesque and
noticeable a method, unless ho were
carefully disguised hardly even then.
Was Senor Poritol disguised? Orme
looked at him more closely. No, he
could see where the roots of the
coarse black hair joined the scalp.
And there was not the least evidence
of make-up on the face. Nevertheless,
Orme did not feel warranted in giving
up the marked bill without a definite
explanation. The little man was a
comic figure, but his bizarre exterior
might conceal a dangerous plot He
might be a thief, an anarchist, any
thing. "Please, my dear sir, please do not
add to my already very great anxi
ety," pleaded the visitor.
Orme spoke more decisively. "You
are a stranger, Senor Poritol. I don't
know what all this mystery conceals,
but I can't give out that bill unless I
know more about it and I won't," he
added, as he saw Senor Poritol open
his mouth for further pleading.
"Very well," sighed the little man.
He hesitated for an instant, then add
ed: "I do not blame you for insisting
and I suppose I must say to you every
thing that you demand. No, I do not
smoke too cigar, please. But if you
do not object " He produced a
square of cigarette paper and some
tobacco from a silver-mounted pouch,
and deftly rolled a cigarette with one
hand, accepting a match from Orme
with the other. Closing his eyes, he
inhaled the smoke deeply, breathing it
out through his nostrils.
"Well' he hesitated, his eyes
roving about the room as if in search
of something "Well, I will explain to
you why I want the bill."
Orme lighted a fresh cigar and set
tled himself to hear the story. Se
nor Poritol drew a second handker
chief from his pocket and mopped his
damp brow.
"You must know, my very dear sir,"
he began, "that I come from a country
wuich is very rich in the resources of
nature. In the unsettled interior are
very great mineral deposits which are
little known, and since the day when
the great Vega made the first explora
tion there has been the belief that the
Urlnaba mountains hide a great
wealth In gold. Many men for three
hundred years have risked their most
precious lives to go look for it But
they have not found it No, my dear
sir, they have not found it until But
have patience, and you shall hear
everything.
"A few days ago a countryman of
mine sent word that he was about to
die. He asked that I, his early friend,
should come to him immediately and
receive news of utmost importance,
xie was lying sick in the hotel of a
small city in Wisconsin. He was a
tobacco agent and he had been at
tacked by death while he was on a
business trip.
"Filled with the heartbroken hope
to see him once more before he died,
I weat even as I was, to a train and
made all haste to his bedside."
"What was his name?" asked Orme.
"Lopez," replied Senor Poritol
promptly; and Orme knew that the
answer might as well have been
Smith. But the little man returned
quickly to his story.
"My friend had no strength left He
was, oh, so weak that I wept to see him.
But he sent the doctor and the priest
out of the room, and then and then
he whispered in my ear a secret He
had discovered rich gold in the Url
naba country. He had been trying to
earn money to go back and dig up the
gold. But, alas! now he was dying,
and he wished to give the secret to
me, his old friend.
"Tears streamed on my cheek." Se
nor Porltol's eyes filled, seemingly at
the remembrance. "But I took out my
fountain pen to write down the direc
tions he wished to give. See this was
the pen." He produced a gold-mounted
tube from his waistcoat
"I searched my pockets for a piece
of paper. None ceuld I discover.
There was no time to be lost, for my
friend was growing weaker, oh, very
fast In desperation I took a five-dollar
bill, an-wrote upon it the direc
tions he gave me for finding the gold.
Even as I finished it, dear Lopez
breathed his last breath."
Orme puffed at his cigar. "So the
bul carries directions for finding a
rich deposit in the Urlnaba moun
tains?" "Yes, my dear 6lr. But you would
not rob me of it You could not un
derstand the directions."
"Oh, no." Orme laughed.- "I have
no interest in South American gold
mines."
"Then accept this fresh bill," Im
plored Senor Poritol, "and give me
back the one I yearn for."
Orme hesitated. "A moment more,"
he said. "Tell me, how did you lose
possession of the marked bill?"
The South American writhed in his
ci air and leaned forward eagerly.
"That is the most distressing part of
all," he exclaimed. "I had left Chi
cago at a time when my presence in
this great city was very important in
deed. Nothing but the call from a dy
ing friend would have induced me tc
Had hew One
really don't own what you seem to
own, and that while you appear to be
a very rich man, you are really over
burdened by debts which you have
hitherto successfully concealed. Since
personal taxes began, so many ways
of swearing off have been invented
that the tax authorities had come to
believe that there was no new 'tax
dodge under the sun.
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go away. My whole future in this
country depended upon my returning
in time to complete certain business.
"So, after dear Lopez was dead, I
rushed to the local railroad station.
A train was coming in. I searched my
pocket for my money to buy my tick
et All I could find was the five-dollar
bill!
"It was necessary to return to Chi
cago; yet I could not lose the bill. A
happy thought struck me. I wrote
upon the face of It the words you have
seen, and paid it to the ticket agent
I called his attention to the writing
and implored him to save the bill if
he could until I returned, and if not,
to be sure to remember the person he
gave It to."
Orme laughed.
"It does seem funny," said Senor
Poritol. rolling another cigarette, "but
you cannot Imagine my most frantic
desperation. I returned to Chicago and
transacted my business. Then I
hastened back to the Wisconsin city.
Woe Is me! The ticket agent had paid
the bill to a Chicago citizen. I se
cured the name of this man and finally
found him at his office on La Salle
street Alas! he, too, had 6pent the
bill, but I tracked it from person to
person, until now. my dear sir, I have
found it? So " he paused and looked
eloquently at Orme.
"Do you know a man named
Evans?" Orme asked.
Senor Poritol looked at him in be
wilderment "S. R. Evans," insisted Orme.
"Why, no, dear sir I think not
But what has that to do ?"
Orme pushed a street of paper across
the table. "Oblige me, Senor Poritol.
Senor Poritol was apparently re
luctant However, under the compul
sion of Orme's eye, he finally took out
his fountain pen and wrote the name
in flowing script He then pushed the
paper back toward Orme, with an in
quiring look.
"No, that isn't what I mean," ex
claimed Orme. "Print It Print it in
capital letters."
Senor Poritol slowly printed out
the name.
Orme took the paper, laying it be
fore him. He then produced the
coveted bill from his pocketbook.
Senor Poritol uttered a little cry of
delight and stretched forth an eager
hand, but Orme, who was busily com
paring the letters on the paper with
the letters on the bill, waved him
back.
After a few momenta Orme looked
up. "Senor Poritol," he said, "why
didn't you write the secret on a time
table, or on your ticket, before you
gave the bill to the agent?"
Senor Poritol was flustered. "Why,"
he said uncertainly, "I did not think
of that How can we explain the mis
takes we make in moments of great
nervousness?"
"True," said Orme. "But one more
point You did not yourself write
your friend's secret on the bill. The
letters which you have just printed
are differently made."
Senor Poritol said nothing. He
was breathing hard. ,
"On the other hand," continued
Orme, turning the bill over and eyeing
the inscription on its face, "your mis
take in first writing the name instead
of printing it shows me that you did
write the words on the face of the
bill." He returned the bill to his
pocketbook. "I can't give you the
bill," he., said. "Your story doesn't
hold together."
With a queer little scream the
South American bounded from his
chair and flung himself at Orme. He
struck no blow, but clawed desperate
ly at Orme's pocket The struggle
lasted only for a moment Orme,
seizing the little man by the collar,
dragged him, wriggling, to the door.
"Now get out," said Orme. "If I
find you hanging around I'll have you
locked up."
Senor Poritol whispered: "It is my
But the tax authorities were mis
taken. A few days ago a man came to
the New York tax commissioners and
asked to be relieved of his personal
taxes. "I have only 5,000," he said,
"and that money is In city bonds and
is being held in trust"
"For whom?" asked the tax com
missioner. The question was unexpected and
at first there was no answer, but the
tax commissioner insisted. Finally, in
a stage whisper, the swearer-off explained.
Only for a Moment.
secret Why should I tell you the
truth about it? You have no right to
know."
Orme retained his bold. "I don't
like your looks, my friend," he said.
"There may have been reason why
you should lie to me, but you will
have to make things clear." He con
sidered. After all, he must make al
lowance; so he said: "Come back to
morrow with evidence that you are
entitled to the bill, and you shall have
it" He released Senor Poritol.
The little man had recovered his
composure. He went back to the ta
ble and took up his hat and cane, re
folding the handkerchief and slipping
it into his pocket Once more he was
the Latin fop. Ie approached Orme,
and his manner was deprecatory.
"My most abject apologies for at
tacking you, sir. I was beside myself.
But if you will only permit me I will
bring up my friend, who is waiting
below. He wilL as you say, vouch for
me."
"Who is her
"A very, very distinguished man.'
Orme pondered. The adventure was
opening up, and he felt inclined to see
it through. Bring him," he said
shortly.
When Senor Poritol had disap
peared Orme telephoned to the clerk.
"Send me up a porter," he ordered,
"and have him stand just outside my
door, with orders to enter if he hears
any disturbance." He waited at the
door till the porter appeared, then
told him to remain in a certain place
until he was needed, or until the
visitors left
Senor Poritol remained downstairs
for several minutes. Evidently he
was explaining the situation to his
friend. But after a time Orme heard
the clang of the elevator door, and in
response to the knock that quickly
followed, he opened his own door. At
the side of his former visitor stood a
dapper foreigner. He wore a long
frock coat and carried a glossy hat,
and his eyes were framed by large
gold spectacles.
"This Is the Senor Alcatrante,'
explained Senor Poritol.
The newcomer bowed with suave
dignity.
"Senor Alcatrante? The name is
familiar," said Orme, smiling.
Poritol assumed an air. "He is the
minister from my country to these
United States."
Orme understood. This was the
wary South American diplomat whose
name had lately been so prominent
in the Washington dispatches. What
was he doing in Chicago?
"I am glad to meet you." said Orme.
Alcatrante smiled, displaying a
prominent row of uneven teeth.
"My young friend, Poritol," he be
gan, "tells me that you have In your
possession the record of a secret be
longing to me. What that secret Is,
is immaterial to you and me, I take
it He is an honorable young man
excitable, perhaps, but well-meaning.
I would suggest that you give him the
five-dollar bill he desires, accepting
from him another in exchange. Or,
if you still doubt him, permit me to
offer you a bill from my own pocket."
He drew out a fat wallet
The situation appeared to be sim
plified. And yet Orme was dubious.
There was mischief In the bill; so
much he felt sure of. Alcatrante's
reputation was that of a fox, and as
for Poritol. he was, to say the least, a
person of uncertain qualities. Orme
could not but admire the subtle man
ner In which Alcatrante sought deli
cately to limit his doubts to the mere
possibility that Poritol was trying to
pass spurious money. He decided not
to settle the question at this moment
"This seems to1 be rather a mixed
up affair. Senor Alcatrante," he said.
"There is much more In it than ap
pears. Call on me tomorrow morn
ing and you shall have my decision."
"The money is held In trust during
his lifetime for my dog." Success
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Alcatrante and Poritol looked at
each other. The minister spoke:
Wlll you engage not to give the
bill to anyone jrJtos in the 1' rvair
"I will proflfc that," said Orme.
"It is only fa&nres, I will keep the
bill until tomorrow morning."
"One other suggestion," continued
Alcatrante. "You may not be willing
to give up the bill, but is there any
reason why you should refuse to let
Senor Poritol copy the writing that
Is on it?"
"Only my determination to think
the whole matter over before I do
anything at all," Orme replied.
"But the bill came into your hands
by chance," insisted the minister.
"The. information means nothing to
you, though" obviously it means a
great deal to my young friend, here.
May I ask what right you have to
deny this request?"
"What right," Orme's eyes nar
rowed. "My right is that I have the
bill and the information, and I Intend
to understand the situation better be
fore I give the information to anyone
else."
"But you recognized Senor Porl
tol's handwriting on the bill," ex
claimed the minister.
"On the face of it, yes. He did not
write the abbreviations on the back."
"Abbreviations!" exclaimed Poritol.
"Please let the matter rest till
morning." said Orme stubbornly. "I
have told you just what I would do."
Poritol opened his mouth to speak,
but Alcatrante silenced him with a
frown. "Your word is sufficient, Mr.
Orme," he said. "We will call tomor
row morning. Is ten o'clock 'too
early V
"Not at all," said Orme. "Doubt
less I shall be able to satisfy you. I
merely wish to think it over."
With a formal bow, Alcatrante
turned to the door and departed,
Poritol following. 1
Orme strolled back to his window
and stood idly watching the lights of
the vessels on the lake. But his mind
was not on the unfolded view before
him. He was puzzling over this mys
tery In which ho had so suddenly be
come a factor. Unquestionably the
five-dollar bill held the key to some
serious problem.
Surely Alcatrante had not come
merely as the friend of Poritol, for
the difference in the station of the
two South Americans was marked.
Poritol was a cheap character use
ful, no doubt, in certain kinds of work,
but vulgar and unconvincing
Alcatrante, on the other hand, was
a name to make statesmen knit their
brows. A smooth trouble-maker, he
had set Europe by tho ears in the
matter of unsettled South American
loans, dexterously appealing to the
much-overworked Monroe doctrine
Bending Over Him Was a Short,
Sttcky Figure.
every time his country was threatened
by a French or German or British
blockade. But his mind was of n
small caliber. He could hold his owu
not only at his own game of Interna
tional chess, but In the cultured dis
cussion of polite topics. Orme knew
of him as a clever after-dinner speak
er, a man who could, when he so de
sired, please greatly by his personal
charm.
No, Alcatrante was no friend of
Porltol's; nor was it likely that, as
protector of the interests of his coun
trymen, he would go so far as to ac
company them on their errands un
less much was at stake. Perhaps
Poritol was Alcatrante's tool and had
bungled some important commission.
It occurred to Orme that tho secret of
the bill might be connected with the
negotiation of a big business conces
sion In Alcatrante's country. "S. R.
Evans" might be trying to get control
of rubber forests or mines In tho
Urlnaba mountains, perhaps, after all.
In any event, be felt positive that
the secret of the bill did not right
fully belong to Poritol. If the bill
had been in his possession, he should
have been able to copy" the abbrevia
ted message. Indeed, the lies that he
told were all against the notion of
placing any confidence In him. The
two South Americans were altogether
too eager.
Orme decided to go for a walk. He
could think better in the open air. He
took up his hat and cane and descend
ed the elevator.
hearing the flames crackling, and see
ing them spreading, he rushed back,
entering the house, and dragged out
bis brother and sister. By the time
the boy was able to get hold of his
sister the flames were within three
feet of the floor. He was badly burnt
himself, bJt the others escaped un
hurt Tn short to be treated exactly like
one of the family without the inalien
able family right to say what he
thinks of it. Life.
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In the efjflce the clerk stopped hint.
"A man called to see you a few
minutes ago, Mr. Orme. Whea I told
him that you were engaged with twe
visitors he went away."
"Did he leave his name?" asked
Orme.
"No, sir. He was a Japanese.
Orme nodded and went on out ta
tho street What could a Japan
want of him? - f"
CHAPTER Ilk
The Shadows.
Orme walked north along the Lake
Shore drive. As best he could, he
pieced together the curious adven
tures of the day. The mystery of the
five-dollar bill and the extreme anxi
ety of Poritol seemed to be compile
.cated by the appearance of the Japa
nese at the Pere Marquette. Orme
sought the simplest explanation. He
knew that mysterious happenings fre
quently become clear when one defi
nitely tries to fit them into the natural
routine of every-day life. The Jap
anese, he mused, was probably some
valet out of a job. But how could he
have learned Orme's name. Possibly
he had not known it; the clerk might
have given it to him. The incident
hardly seemed worth second thought,
but he found himself persistently turn
ing to one surmise after another con
cerning tho Japanese. For Orme was
convinced that he stood on the edge of
a significant situation.
Suddenly he took notice of a figure
a short distance ahead of him. This
man apparently very short and
stocky was also going northward,
but he was moving along in an erratic
manner. At one moment he would
hurry his steps, at the next he would
almost stop. Evidently he was regu
lating his pace with a purpose.
Orme let his eyes travel still farther
ahead. He observed two men actively
conversing. From time to time their
discussion became so animated that
they halted for a moment and aced
each other, gesticulating rapidly.
Every time they halted, the single fig
ure nearer to Orme slowed down his
own pace.
Tho oblivious couple came under a
street lamp and again turned toward
each other. Their profiles were dis
tinct Orme had already suspected
their Identity, for both had high hats
and carried canes, and one of them
was in a sack suit, while the other
wore a frock coat And now the pro
files verified the surmise. There was
no mistaking the long, tip-tilted nose
of the shorter man and the glinting
spectacles of the other. The two were
Poritol and Alcatrante.
But who was the man trailing them?
A friendly guard? Or a menacing en
emy? Orme decided to shadow the
shadow.
At a corner not far from the en
trance to Lincoln park Poritol and Al
catrante became so apparently excited
that they stood, chattering volubly for
several minutes. The shadow stopped
altogether. He folded his arms and
looked out over the lake like any cas
ual wanderer, but now and then he
turned his head toward the others. He
seemed to be Indifferent to what they
were saying, though he was near
enough to them to catch fragments of
their conversation, if he so desired.
The South Americans were probably
talking In that dialect of Portuguese
which their nation has developed.
Meantime Orme also stopped, taking
up a position like that of the shadow.
He saw Poritol, with outstretched,
questioning hands, his eyes fixed on
the face of Alcatrante, who seemed to
be delivering his orders. The flashing
reflections of light from the minister's
spectacles indicated his authoritative
nods of the head.
After a time Alcatrante evidently
completed his Instructions. He re
moved his hat and bowed formally.
Little Poritol echoed the salute and,
turning, shot off down a side street
with ridiculously rapid movements of
ais short legs.
When the South Americans separa
ted, the shadow quickly came to life.
He hesitated for an instant, as if la
doubt which of the two to follow, then
decided in favor of Alcatrante, who
was moving In leisurely fashion toward
the park entrance, his head bowed la
thought Orme found himself wonder
ing what snaky plots were winding
through that dark mind.
The procession of three silently en
tered the park. The shadow was about
a hundred feet behind Alcatrante.
Orme kept the same distance betweea
himself and the shadow.
The minister was In no hurry. In
different to his surroundings he made
his way, with no apparent interest In
the paths he took. At last he turned
into a dark stretch and for the mo
ment was lost to sight in the night
Suddenly the shadow darted for
ward. Orme hurried his own pace,
and In a moment he heard the sounds
of a short, sharp struggle a scuffling
of feet in the gravel, a heavy falL
There was no outcry.
Orme broke into a run. At a point
where the path was darkest he
checked himself for an instant A lit
tle distance ahead a man lay flat on
the ground, and bending over him was
a short, stocky figure.
(TO BE COXTI2TOXX
The Vicious Circle.
When Donald came in from school
his face showed unmistakable signs of
tears, and at the first symptoms of
maternal affection they started to flow
again.
"Now, Donald boy, tell mother all
about it What's the matter?"
"Ze teacher she scolded me."
"Well, we'll try and forget that,
won't we? Never mind."
"But, muzzer, zafs jes what she
scolded me "bout She said I never
did mind!" Youth's Companion.
What the theater really seeds Is m
Society for the PreveaUoa of Craelty
to Audiences.
Why are we supposed to have mora
respect fer gray hairs tha for a bald
head?
A man can face the world with a
good heart if he can also face it with
a good liver.
From a masculine point of view
would it be heresy to question the sex
of the devil?
Some fat men are meaner than oth
er men simply because there is mora
of them.
Many a man who thinks he Is la
love lives to discover that second
thoughts are best. :
Some men are born- great, some ac
quire greatness, and others have great
ness thrust upon them, but it doesn't
seem to take any of them long to get
rid of it ,
Scrupulous.
"What did Mr. Hibrow say when he
found you standing under the mistle
toe?" asked Maude.
"He said it was not genuine mistle
toe,' replied Maymie, "and that he
could not think of taking advantage
of a botanical error."
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tome Self-Explanatory Letters.
Battle Creek. Mich., Jan. 7. L ,
Dr. E. H. Pratt.
Suite 1202, 100 State St., ;
Chicago, Illinois. '
My Dear Doctor:
"Owing to some disagreement with
magazine several years ago
they have become quite vituperative,
and of late have publicly charged me
with falsehoods in my statements
that we have genuine testimonial .let
ters. "It has been our rule to refrain
from publishing the names either of
laymen or physicians who have writ
ten to us in a complimentary way,
and we have declined to accede to the
demand of attorneys that we turn
these letters over to them.
"I am asking a few men whom I
deem to be friends to permit me to
reproduce some of their letters over
their signatures in order to refute the
falsehoods.
"We have hundreds of letters from
physicians, but I esteem the one that
you wrote to me in 1906 among the
very 'best, particularly in view of the
fact that it recognizes the work I have
been trying to do partly through the
little book, 'The Road to Wellville.'
"I do not sell or attempt to sell the
higher thought which is more impor
tant than the kind of food, but I have
taken considerable pains to extend to
humanity such facts as may have
come to me on this subject
"In order that your mind may be re
freshed I am herewith enclosing a
copy of your good letter, also a copy
of the little book, and If you will give
me the privilege of printing this over
your signature' I will accompany the
printing with an explanation as to
why you permitted Its use In publi
cation in order to refute falsehoods,
and under that method of treatment I
feel, so far as I know, there would be
no breach of the code of ethics.
"I trust this winter weather Is find
ing you well, contented and enjoying
the fruits that are yours by right
"With all best wishes. I am," i
Yours very truly, 1
C. W. POST. '
Dr. Pratt, who Is one of the most
prominent and skillful surgeons in
America, very kindly granted our re
quest in the cause of truth and jus
tice.
Chicago, Aug. 31. 1906.
Mr. C. W. Post.
Battle Creek. Mich. '
My Dear Sir:
"I write to express my personal ap
preciation of one of your business
methods, that of accompanying each
package of your Grape-Nuts produc
tion with that little booklet "The
Road to Wellville," A more appro
priate, clear headed and effective pre
sentation of health-giving auto-suggestions
could scarcely be penned.
"Grape-Nuts Is a good food in itself,
but the food contained in this little
article is still better stuff. I commend
the practice because I know that ths
greed and strenuousness, the conse
quent graft and other types of thiev
ery and malicious mischief generally
can never be cured by legislative ac
tion. "The only hope for the betterment
of the race rests in individual soul
culture.
"In taking a step in this direction,
your process has been so original and
unique that It must set a pace for
other concerns until finally the whole
country gets flavored with genuine,
practical Christianity.
"I shall do all that lies In my pow
er to aid in the appreciation of Grape
Nuts, not so much for the sake of the
food itself as for the accompanying
suggestions.
"Visiting Battle Creek the other day
with a friend. Dr. Kelly of Evanston.
Illinois, while I was consulting with
Mr. Gregory, my friend visited your
factories and came away greatly
amazed, not only at the luxurious fur
nishings of the offices generally and
the general equipment of the place,
but with the sweet spirit of courtesy
and kindness that seemed to fill the
air with a spiritual ozone that was
good to breathe.
"The principles expressed in the
little booklet. 'The Road to Well
ville, I well know are practical and
they work in business of all kinds, in
cluding sanitarium'?, as will be fairly
tested before time is done.
"I know you will not regard this let
ter of appreciation as an intruding
one. It Is simply the salutation of
good fellowship to you from a man
who, although he has never seen you,
feels drawn to you by the kinship of
thought.
"The only thing that makes a man
live forever in the hearts of his coun
trymen and his race is the good that
he does. Your position in this respect
is an enviable one and I wish to ex
tend my congratulations."
Youra respectfully.
E. H. PRATT.
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