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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 8, 1914)
Rises Somewhere Every Moment of the Day
to Greet Breakfasts of Quaker Oats
Mark how these oats, with their wondrous flavor,
have won the children of nearly every race. Wherever
boys and girls are brought up on oatmeal, the favorite
oat food is Quaker.
In the British Isles the very home of Scotch oats
Quaker is the leading brand. In far-distant
countries, where Quaker is costly, those who want
the linest oats send to us to get them.
All because of this luscious llavor.
And that flavor is yours, at no extra price, in any
grocery store. Just say Quaker Oats and you'll get it.
The Oats with the Matchless Flavor
Wc (jcl this flavor by discarding all
o.its save the i idlest, plumpest grains.
Wetliscaid so much that a bushel of
ehiiiee oati gives mly ten pounds of
These picked-out grains just the
ci vain of the oats ate put through a
pioccss which keeps the flavor intact.
The icsiilt is these big, white,
luscious flakes, with tht'ir matchless
taste anil aroma.
We have done this for -5 yeais, anil
now miliums ami millions know it.
Anil those millions of oat lovers now
eouume a billion dishes yearly.
Xo other hratul has ever done mi
much to win children to oatmeal.
Anil that means to those children
the utmost in tood for brains and
nerves and bodies. It mcaiisaueueigy
food a vim-producer with which im
other grain compaies.
And it means, in addition, delicious
breakfasts and suppers at a cost of one
half cent per dish.
Don't miss this in your home You'll
never know another cereal dish which
iloes so much or which tastes so ood.
Kxcept in har
West and South.
The Quaker Qas (bmpany
Look for t hit
on every package
The glnnt. too, had kept silent, and
he continued to keep silent while
Ford ate. Hut his narrow eyes
steadily bored Into his prisoner. He
neat h them Ford felt as naked as a
bug beneath a microscope. N'ot till
Ford had satisfied his hunger did ho
Now, friend, tell me all about It."
Ford caught his breath. "All about
what9'" he demanded.
That s what I want to know.
You're a run-away a thief, perhaps
a murderer. It's sticking out all over
you And I want to know all about
Ford started up. "It's a lie," he
"It's no lie. You're a scoundrel of
some sort, all right. Judging from
that roll of bank notes, you're a thief.
I guess you're an amateur. Hut ama
teurs can go to Jail just as quick as
professionals. You might as well own
up. Tomorrow's papers will have the
story, I guess" he was watching
Ford shrewdly, keenly. "es! I see
they will! All I've got to do Is to
wait. Hut by that time It may be too
late for you to get away."
"Oct away! Hope dawned at the
'Yes! I could hell) you to get away
If you made It worth my while."
'Worth your while? you mean?
Oh! For God's sake I can't go to
Jail. It would kill me. I am not a
thief naturally. I never stole before.
I acted on Impulse. I ll do anything
anything If you'll help me.
"Anything? How much will you
"Yes! Suppose we say half. How
much Is It, anyway?"
"It it Ten thousand dollars.
"Ten thousand. Humph! Ilow'd
you get It?"
Ford's nerve was gone. The sug
gestion that he might yet escape, de
stroyed his last thought of prudence.
Rapidly, pantlngly, he babbled out
his story, keeping nothing back.
THK giant listened critically. "No
nun snw vnu irt into the car." be
remarked. "No one saw you get out.
No one saw you come here. Humph!
No one will look for you here. Oh!
It will be easy easy and safe. Yes!
I'll save you for half I'll !"
"What what's the matter?"
"Matter!" The giant sprang to his
feet. "Look here! S'pos' you nre cap
tured later, what guarantee have I
that you won't tell that 1 helped
"Oh! I woirV! 1 won't! I swear I
won't!" babbtlngly Ford ran on.
The giant did not seem Impressed
He sat down and stared malevolently,
paying no attention to the frantic
protestations that assailed him. Fi
nally he got uii. "Stay where you
are!" he ordered, curtly, and strode
from the room. The dog followed at
Ford did not stay where he was.
The danger, which for a moment had
seemed to be dissipating, was closing
In once more. He tried the win
dows in vain. Last he tiptoed to
the door by which his captor had
gone and peered through It.
The room Into which he looked had
probably been a library, for It was
lined with shelves, most of them
bare. One, however carried a few
books, and before this the giant was
standing, thumbing the pages of one
of the volumes. Ford's mouth dropped
open in amazement at the sight.
While he stared the giant laid down
the book, and strode out of the room
by another door, apparently forget
ful of his prisoner. The dog fol
Ford waited a moment; then he
entered the second room. One after
another he tried the windows and
the Fecond door, but found them all
fast. No way of escape was open.
Last, his fearful eyes fell on the
book that lay open, face down, where
the giant had laid It. He stooped
and caught it up and glanced at the
The volume was by I'oo; the story
at which It was open was Thr IUmk
Ford shuddered. He remembered
the climax of that masterpiece of
horror. Realization rushed upon him.
He guessed nay, he knew the fate In
store for hint. The book dropped
from his fingers; the whirling room
went black, lie felt himself falling;
mercifully his senses lied.
YVHFN Ford opened his eyes he was
" lying on his back in what ap
peared to be utter darkness. After a
moment, however, he became uware
that n thin ray of light was coming
from somewhere nbove his head. At
the same time a faint recurrent clink
ing sounded In his years.
With an effort he sat up. The
movement brought him in contact
with rough walls on his right and
his left, lie stretched out his hands
and found other walls behind him
and before him. Walls were all
He raised his eyes. The light, only
a bare gleam at best, came through
a small rectangular hole at the top
of the wall to his left. As he stared
a section of it was suddenly cut off.
And again he heard the taint clink
With a shriek of comprehension
he scrambled to his feet, bruising
himself against the stones as he did
He remembered anew the Foe
stories, mid why the giant had been
"Oh! For God's sake," he cried.
For God's sake! Don't bury me
alive. Take all the money all of
For a moment the man outside
seemed to pause. Hut It was only
for a moment. Then again came the
faint clinking and the remaining
square of light was reduced and then
Despairingly Ford sank down. He
realized that even-handed Justice had
overtaken him, commending the in
gredients of his poisoned chalice to
his own lips. The giant was robbing
him as he had robbed the bank and
was making the theft safe by hiding
all evidence. Probably he had In
tended to murder his prisoner and
had consulted Poc for counsel as to
a place to conceal the body. He had
verified his memory of the stories
and had left the library to llnd a
satisfactory place. He had found It
and had come back to find Ford In
a faint. Forthwith he had Immured
him In the tiny cell and had pro
ceeded to build up the entrance.
Perhaps ho had shrunk from actual
blows and had welcomed the faint.
In any event Ford knew his shift
would be short. Ills tomb was small;
nlready the air began to weigh upon
him; soon soon the end would
How long he waited for It he never
knew". Stupor was overcoming him
when he heard a blow, sudden ami
sharp, upon the wall without. An
other followed and another. A sec
tion of the wall built up with such
caro toppled outward and fell, letting
In a glow of lamplight.
Ford caught at the edge of the
hole, with an exclamation of thank
fulness. The light had vanished. No
more blows came upon the wall. His
straining ears heard the sound of re
treating footsteps. Fainter they grew
and fainter, until they had ceased al
together. The rescuer had gone, leav
ing his work half done.
Hut he had dono enough. The
stones were newly placed and the
plaster soft. Now that an opening
had been made In them, Ford found
It easy to pull and push them down,
enlarging the orifice until he could
crawl through It and drop upon tho
LIE found himself In a narrow room,
apparently an old cell of tho
Jail. Tho moonlight was streaming
In at the barred window and by Its
light he saw that he had been Im
prisoned In a sort of closet built In
the stone wall. Some one, presum-
Tlit- inixlrrii imrtft urf wild tu tir tlir .cl-rlttr: linl limn.
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