Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 35, Number 150, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 January 1904 — Page 2

Old Blazer’s Hero

CHAPTER XVl.—(Continued.) “XNeil?” he said almost sullenly, withMt turning to look at her. The hand which had touched him very gently and appealingly at first, tightened upon his sleeve and began to tremble Strongly. At this he looked over his ■boulder and met Hepzibah’s beseeching gaze. There were tears in her eyes, and be noticed a curious little throbbing in Sier throat, as if a pianoforte hammer were tapping from within. “Don’t break your heart, Edward,” she besought him, speaking with great iifflculty. "Don’t go to the bad for her! There’s nobody as is worth that, my darlSng. What goodcan that do?” —“Don’t worry about me, .Hepzibah,” he said miserably; “it isn't worth while!” “What else have I got to worry - iof if it ain’t the child I nursed when I was • child myself?” said Hepzibah, holding to him with both hands. “And, oh, as I should ever ha' lived to have to ask you •nch a thing! But, oh, my darling, do, 4o come home ” She paused, mid Ned filled up the broken sentence “Sober. I suppose,” he said. “Oh, do, dear, do!” she begged him, clinging to him. “Very well,” he said, with a gloomy laugh— two Httle spasmodic sounds, as far from merriment as light from darkaess — "you shall have our way for •nee. You pretty generally get it here.” He stooped and kissed the hard-fea-tured face, and Hepzibah, dropping her head upon his shoulder, clung to him and •hook with silent tears and internal sobbings. "I’ve got your word, dear?” she asked when she could trust herself to speak. “Yes,” he answered. “Good night, Hepzibah.” He set out on his seven-mile walk, and having posted Iris letter in the town, turned back. A certain halfway house tugged at him as if it had a cord about his heart, but he broke past it with a ■age of resolution, and walked straight home, and at once went up to his own bedroom. Hepzibah heard the assured and steady footstep, anti was thankful lor the news it brought her. though* the feet went like lead, and had not even a Memory of their old lightness. Next morning Ned Blane’s criminal pretense was delivered into Mary Hackett’s hands, and she felt her heart altogether cheerful and strengthened by it •he wondered still at tlie personal silence her husband kept, but at least here was proof positive that he was not the creature she had found herself beginning to believe him. He had not found it in his heart to forsake her and ■o east her back upon her parents. And she herself could face the world again. He had really gone away on business of tome sort; and though she was still inguieted about him, sire had no longer the •hame of being forced to believe that ■he affairs he had spoken of were no ■lore t!*.in an abominable pretext. But now came a consequence of the letter which the forger bad not anticipated. Before the welcome banknote wa» »o much as bnoken for the purchase ♦f household necessaries, Mary sat down and wrote a letter to that imaginary John Hargreaves who lived in the imaginary Reston Square:

“Sir —I should be greatly obliged if you would furnish me with my husband’s present address. I am afraid that retent letters may have miscarried.” If this little blind was something less ■Shan absolutely truthful, she posted it all the same, and salved her conscience with the hope that it might be true. Two •r three days later her inquiry came bnck again, directed and redirected in half a dozen different hands, itnd at last officially marked “Misdirected; no Kesfrou Square in Brocton.” This amazed her and awoke new anxieties. Obviously Will is moving in crooked ways and was 9u hiding from her. It was easily possible that he might be concealing himself, and. inspired by some feeble hopo »f meeting him, she took the bus into town day after day and walked wearily ip and down the principal thoroughlares, thinking that perchance she might ratch sight of him.

She had never known it until now, >ut she. was a little short-sighted, and ■ thousand times her heart leaped with--3n her in the crowded street as she imagined that at lust the errant husband *u in sight, and she would advance, flattering from head to foot, to meet an absolute stranger. No habitude of failue lessened the shock of hope and fear •nd disappointment, and she would go loiue at night too tired to care for anything. Her whole life seemed to have grown into one constant dull and empty •che. ’ It seemed a strange and ghostly sort -ft life to lead, for she was altogether ■lone now, and hardly ever exchanged • word, except upon matters of mere necessity, with n fellow creature. She ••lied upon nobody, and nobody called ■pon her. Those people of the little township who bad at first been indignant •gainst John Howarth and his wife for their neglect of their daughter supposed smt, naturally enough, since Mary went *■ living in her husband's house, that -the bulkier supplied the necessary funds, tad so forgot their indignation.

CHAPTER XVII. A» ff Mary had not had trouble enough apoa her shoulders already, a new oua Aeacended upbn her, and afie began .to he certain that the house, night after was being watched, nnd became •aaaured that the watcher was always the mw* person. The flint suspicion whielj occurred to her came whoa, on n moonSight night about the middle of July, she An* open her bedroom window nad hated out upon the deserted road and *e tranquil widespread fields. Kite had ■a light, and the house and ita neighbor •sew their joint shadow on the road be •re her and on to the hedge which faced •eir doors. Beyond the distinctly mark

By DAVID CHRISTIE MURRAY.

ed line of shade upon the field the moonlight lay in a broad, vapory whiteness, in which objects, though easily discernible, took strange and fantastic shapes. She had sat at the open window for a good five minutes, drawing in a sad tranquillity from the moonlight and the silence, when a dry stick cracked behind the hedge and drew her startled gaze to the spot whence the sound proceeded. Following this came complete silence. She listened till the wide air made a singing in her cars like the lingering echo of the waves which children find in seashells. Hearing no repetition of the sound, but suspecting rather than discerning an added bulk of darkness somewhere in the shadows, she closed the window, drew down the blind and watched throught the merest crevice between the bars. That something darker that the shadows began to move, and the cracking sound, heard more faintly through the closed window than before, again reached her ears. The moving object stole under the hedge for twenty or thirty yards, growing distinct’from the other shadows whilst it moved, and melting back into them again whenever it stood still; and then, passing over a stile, appeared in the moonlight of the road,-at that distance and in that light recognizable only as a man.

Mary never sat at her open window again after this, but she was often tempted to watch, and the watch was almost invariably rewarded by the earlier or later detection of the figure. “Who the man was and why he was there she could not guess. But one night, as she sat in the darkness in the lower room before the hour of moonrise, she was aware of the shadowy watcher pacing dimly up and down, trusting solely in the darkness, and taking no advantage this time of the shelter of the hedge. Vaguely as she had made out his aspect, she knew him for the same, and she watched his, goings to and fro the door of the neighboring house was suddenly thrown open, and a broad ray of light darting from it fell full upon the mysterious prowler's face. The face was, of course, Ned Blane’s. Mary was in a permanent mood now to be easily indignant, and she rose up in wrath against this intrusion upon her privacy. WJiat right had he, or any man, to hang about in that way, watching her and spying upon her? Some sense of the unobtrusive and of the watcher touched her here, and brought her down from the heights of nnger. And yet the proceeding was intolerable, and sooner or later was sure to be discovered, to bring about new whisperings of scandal and new unmerited sorrow.

Blane had recoiled at the sudden ray of light, and had disappeared before these varying thoughts and emotions had well had time to course through her heart and mind. But now he was back again, pacing up and down in the darkness. She could see the pale blur of his fape turned steadfastly toward the house. She determined to ignore him, and withdrew hefself from the wisdow. She would not even know of his being there, but that was difficult. Even when she had gon* to her bedroom, and having prepared for her night’s rest blew out the light, she peeped again through an‘interstice in the blind and saw the dim figure still going up and down. The morning after this discovery Mary rechived a second letter from the mygierioiis Hargreaves, enclosing a second remittance, with the same formula as before. At first she did not notice any difference of address, but by and by her eye lighted upon the first line of the Communication, and she saw thnt-it was nated, not from Keston, but from Kirton Square. The forger had relied upon his memory, and his memory had played him false. ' She set out at once fpr the great town, determined, if possible, to unravel the mystery, and at least to discover if Kirton stood in as airy a situation as his forerunner. There was no Kirton Square to be found or heard of, and she came back troubled.

That night the watcher came again. A painful fascination impelled her by this time to keep as regular a watch for him as lie evidently kept upon the house, and as he came in sight a suspicion burst upon her mind witli so vivid nnd sudden a light that it looked like certainty. She lit a candle hastily, ran upstairs, and emptied the contents of a drawer upon’ ttfe bed. and from the tumbled lieap of papers before her, after a search of a moment or two, took a letter from Ned Blane to her husband, and setting this pnd the communication from John Hargreaves side by side, came, in spite of 4he stiff disguise of the legal-looking caligraphy, to the swift conclusion that they were written by the same hand. It was bitter enough in all conscience to have been deserted by* her husband, even though she confessed to herself that she had never loved him; it was heartbreaking to be deserted by the people of her owp flesh an! blood; but to be insulted by the cheating charity of a rejected lover Seemed tenfold Worse than all. She descended to the dining room, nnd taking the bank note from the table on which it lay, crumpled it wrnthfully in her hand nnd walked swiftly from the room into the hall, nnd from the hall into the roadway. The furtive wntcher was nwny at n.round pnee in nn instant, but she followed nnd called upon him by iinm**. —«- —— "Mr. Blane! I will not lie avoided. I order you to listen to me.”

.'<* CHAPTER-XVHI. JN®d Blane stood stock still in the dark nnd said nothing. “How dare you insult me by your charity?” Mary asked him. She panted with haste nnd excitement, nnd her limbs were trembling. Ned, with his hands in his jacket pockets, his shoulders rounded, and Ills head drooping a little, made no movement and

answered never a word. In the act of walking away from her he had paused at her call of command, and his back was still half turned toward her. Mary, who had not yet begun to cool from the impulse of indignant attack which had Inspired her to rush after h-im, took a further step or two and stood before him. “How dare you insult mo by your charity?” she asked again, clenching the crumpled note in her hand. Still he said nothing. His figure, dimly outlined in the dark as it wat, had a look ofniogged impassivity about it which ■was discouraging. “This came from you,” she said, holding out the crumpled bank note. “You must take it back again?’

She held out the note almost timidly, and her eyes searched in vainTbFTiny sign of change, or relenting in the dogged figure before her. His immobility was exasperating, but it was not easy to see what ought to be done in face of it. She was more than half inclined for a moment to drop the note and go, but that would hardly have been courteous. It was difficult to be courteous to a man so obstinate. Possibly he might be amenable to reason. The reason of the position was certainly wholly on her side, and he could not be so stupid as to be blind to it. She began to reason with him.

“Surely, Mr. Blane, you .must see how wrong you are in sending this to me.” Mr. Blane was apparently decided to see pothing. Any movement in. the obdurate figure, any shuffle of the foot, for a sign of yielding or uneasiness, any silent negative to urge her to an argument, would have been welcome. “I can’t accept this,” she went on desperately. “It was cruel <ta trap the into taking the other. What wchild you think of anybody, Mr. Blane, who laid such a trap to humiliate you and catch your selfrespect? How dare you pretend that this came fromrn y husband? What right have you to send me money? What did I ever give you for treating me so?”

To all this the detected benefactor answered nothing. “Take it!” she said imperiously, for "by~tbis time her own speech had warmed her anew into anger. He made no response, and when she had waited for a full half minute, with the note extended in her hand, she moved away. “I shall send this to you by post,” she said frigidly, "and I will ask you not to write to me or speak to me again.” She walked from him indignantly, and when she had gone but a step or two turned her head to look at him. He kept his posture —head ‘drooping, shoulders rounded, the obstinate hands rammed into the side pockets. But somehow it did not look as if obstinacy alone were expressed in the posture of the figure. Now that she was but a little distance away from it, it began to seem solitary, bitterly solitary. A sense of pity touched her. The thought of her own loneliness and unhappiness brought tears to her eyes. She could scarcely leave him in that ungrateful and ungarcious way, impracticable and obstinate as he was. She turned and spoke again, and the teara

sounded in her voice. “You must not* fliink I don’t feel that you meant to be kind. I know you meant to act delicately and like a friend. But you must see how impossible it is. Will, you take this, Mr. Blane? I would much rather you took it from me. Pray take it." His continued silence drove her away in a new anger; and she did not turn again until she reached the gate. Then she could dimly see his figure in the roadway. A break in the hedge beyond where he stood allowed the drooping head to be seen in more defined outline against the sky. She entered the house and left him there, apd all night long the fancy of the silent and solitary figure standing there oppressed her. She was often angered by it, and as often pitiful over it; but the gust of anger was strong and long, and the pity was a mere lull in the wind.

Ned heard the retiring footsteps, the retreating rustle of the dress, the clank of the gate latch, the fatal sound of th* closing door. He stood still for a long time. It was not worth while to move. There was nothing to do, nothing to hop? for, nowhere to go. Nothing mattered very much. Nothing seemed able very much to hurt him. By and by he heard laughing voices coming down the lane. They were vulgar and discordant and the laughter was out of tune with everything. He walked on, taking little if any note of whither his footsteps led him, and at last, in something very like a waking dream, walked past his own house. (To be continued.)

Another Lost Story.

Grandfather Hollis was ready and willing to tell stories as long as he had eager listeners, but once embarked on the sea of narrative, he allowed no ship to cross his bows. If one did he “put back to shore to once,” to use his own words. Ills greatest trial was his own nephew, Abijalf Hobbs, who apparently could not refrain from asking questions at every turn. Many a good story h&rf been lost in this way, so when Grandfather Hollis started a famous tale at a Thanksgiving party, Abijah was requested to keep still. “ 'Twas on a story night hi November, ’59,” began Grandfather Hollis, “and the wind had been a-moanlng all day long; the skj r also had a sort of a greenish color, and now and then there’d be a scud o’ gray clouds acrost it. I know something was going to happen, about 3 o’clock in the afternoon I took a look about the farm to see that everything was all right, animals under shelter and so oq; took the cows in, fixed up the barn tight and come back Into the house.

was kind of uneasy and kep’ my eyes out o’ the windows, watching the clouds, nnd sighting the boats over on the'bay side ns they come in; but' there wasn't anything really out o’ the way 5, or maybe quarter past. Tnßi nil of n sudden I heard a low muttering an' I sprung to the back -window. Just in a line with the window in those days there was a maple tree —< ” The listeners were nil breathless, bending fowl rd Grandfather Hollis, and for one fatal moment Abijah'a wife allowed her vigilant gaz.e to leave •her husband's face. “Say. was. It a sugar-maple?” cried AbLlah. t***

POLITICAL COMMENT.

Free-Trade Stalking Horae. The proposition to' Establish “closer trade relations with Canada" lias been stirred up once more. The stirring up comes from the towiis and cities in the United States located along the Canadlan - border. Such towns and cities, for their own benefit, would like to have free trade with Canada. As the lestilt of such free trade they would secure family supplies, such as butter, eggs, beef and pork, cheaper than at the present time. The hotels and cottagers along the great St. Lawrence River, if free trade were established, would buy their commissary supplies much cheaper than at the present time. The American camper along the St. Lawrence can steal over into Canada and buy a - leg of mutton for about half the American price, and ho concludes that that is a nice tiling to be ajile to do, Everything is cheaper in Canada thall 4ar4he-United Sta catjfle-'tliereis a greaterdema nd in the United States and more people to be fed. If our tariff laws were changed several millions of Americans living near the Canadian borders would be fed anti fattened on the products of Canada. These are the issues as they are and not as they are made to apptar to bo at the so-called "reciprocity” conventions. The “reciprocity”

sentiment comes from Minneapolis, where the mills are sighing for Canadian wheat; from Detroit, where the people would like to have the American wage system continued and also like to have the benefit of the low priced farm and family supplies from across the border in Canada. The Minneapolis mills are now owned by English cap--Ift 1, and the Minneapolis newspapers announce that they are in favor of “reciprocity wjth Canada.” which v < uld include free Wheat. A groat many people in Boston are in favor of “reciprocity” with Canada, because they could buy beef and pork, butter ami eggs cheaper from the Canadians than they can buy them now from the people of lowa. By the way, how eoulda Canadian treaty be arranged? Are we to swap Wheat for wheat, corn for corn, hogs for hogs, cattle for cattle, butter for butter, eggs for eggs? These are competitive articles. They are the staples of both countries, Blaine’s idea of reciprocity was to swap Northern products for tropical products. He never proposed to try to trade with the people that were In the same business as the people of our own country, Reciprocal treaties with Canada have been difficult and unsatisfactory because both people are in the same business. The Americans have the advantage of the Canadians because we have a great country and a great home market. They have a great country and no home market. Therefore they are talking glibly about "reciprocity” and suggesting that the American people are mean and “ungenerous” because they do not trade and buy more stuff from Canada. Some of our own people say that we ought to be good and blow our money Into Canada. Reciprocity as a general proposition is now simply used as a means of giving up part of the American-home market to the foreigner. Some people are attempting to z do by reciprocity what they have been unable to do by free trade.—Dos Moines Capital.

The Panama Revelation*. President Roosevelt's message to Congress setting forth the history of the events In Colombia mid Panama in connection with the negotiations for the canal is a candid, luminous statement which answers all the queries to which the affair has given rise nnd reveals the attitude of our own government In a light which will evoke the plaudits of the American people. The President shows that the proposition which we made to Colombia was more than generous to thnt country, and he points out that Colombia itself, just after the revolution at the Isthmus took place, virtually acknowledged this by agreeing, indirectly and secretly, to meet all the United States’ demands* providing we. would permit her to attempt to re-establish her authority nt the isthmus, and thus make us a party to thp overthrdW of the regime set up by the people of Panntnn. Cplombia's whole course throughout

SOUNDING THE ALARM.

the affair was actuated by a rapacity which was defeated by its own venality and blindness, and by the courage and honesty of the. administration at Washington. It was the purpose of the authorities at Bogota to cheat the French syndicate out of its interest in the canal, and thus to get for themselves the $40,000,000 which we agreed to pay to that company. Tills conspiracy to make the United States a participant in the steal from the citizens of a nation with which we are on terms of the utmost cordiality was happily defeated by the revolution at the isthmus and by the promptness and intelligence of the Washington government.

Every criticism which has been advanced by the enemies of the canal and also by the enemies of the administration has been answered by the President with a frankness and a comprehensiveness which will silence opposition. The friends of the treaty will now be able to make quick work with that compact. Gorman and his junta of obstructionists have the ground out from under them with a neatness and a thoroughness which will overwhelm and humiliate them. Much more than a two-thirds vote will be obtained for the treaty, and the vote will take place earlier than the obstructionists dreain-

ed. The world, especially that part of it comprised in the United States, will applaud the action of the government at Washington, and President Roosevelt and his party will be immeasurably strengthened thereby in the canvass of 191)4.—5t. Louis Globe-Demo-crat.

The Friars and Their Lands. Governor Taft lias settled the most serious problem in the Philippines by concluding an agreement to purchase the friars' lands. Coder this agreement 400,000 acres of the most fertile lands in the Philippines become public lands on the payment of $7,250,000. This is at the rate of $lB an acre, but several of the large plantations, covering thousaiitTs of acres, have extensive irrigating works, are highly improved, arid are well situated.

If the plan of Governor Taft or of the War Department is carried out. the lands will be divided into farms and sold at a price corresponding to the price paid for public lands In this country. The government will receive much less money for the lands than it pays for them, but the transfer of the large holdings of the friars to the people will remove tt long-standing cause of irritation, and will remove also from the islands an Influence hostile to American control.

The purchase of the friars’ lands also opens the way for the more general introduction of the American system of land ownership. Lands heretofore held in largo tracts on the feudal and used to the advantage of air alien element nt war with the Filipinos ns a jeople, will now become the property of individuals, or will be reserved for the public use. The arrangement to purchase the friars’ lands was made with the Vatican, and carries with it the acceptance of thg..American idea of n separation of the church and the state. The agreement as to price was the result of an investigation by a commission representing the United States and the Vatican. .Tlie transaction was regarded distinctly ns a business matter. The frinrs asked ?15,000J)p0 for tlH'lr lands, and Governor Taft offered $0,000,000. Tlie commission awards $7,250,000, and the purchase of the lipids by the United States means the withdrawal of tlie friars from the Philippines, or, rather, the transfer of their, lands to the United States means that they will not return to their old parishes, from which they were driven by the Filipinos. Chicago Inter Ocean.

President -Roosevelt probably receives more mail than any other man In the world. If be hnd to pay the postage, it would cost him one-fourth of his salary each year. King Edward receives about 1,000 letters and 8,000 papers a day; Emperor William, from 500 to 000 dally; Queen Wilhelmina, between 100 to 150 a day.

Original Meaning of “Spinster."

“Spinster is the term that the law applies to the woman who is unmarried. The origin of the word dates, back to the days when spinning was not done by machinery, but by hand. At that time every girl learned to spin as a matter of course, the same t.s'sho now learns to spell. She was obliged to spin a couple of hours each day, and what she produced belonged to her.Thus every girl by the time she came to get man-led, owned a great quantity of linen of her own make that sh» brought, as a kind of dower, to her, husband. Every girl's leisure, up ttl-v most to her wedding day, was devoted' to the spinning of linen for use in that household of her spouse. Therefore every unmarried girl was called a' spinster.

Dr. Williamson Swears.

Yorktown, Ark., Jan. 18.—Last week a statement was published from Leland} Williamson, M. D., of this place to the: effect that Dodd’s Kidney Pills are the' best medicine for all Kidney Diseases,; and that he uses them with uniform,’ success In his daily practice. No one who knows Dr. Williamson! will doubt for a moment the complete truth of his fearless declaration, but to completely clinch the matter is the minds of those who may not have the, pleasure of a personal acquaintance! with this celebrated physician, Dr. Williamson has appeared before Mr. H. E. Green, J. P. for Montgomery'; County, and made a sworn statement. In this sworn statement the doctor has cited a number of cases which nave been completely cured by Dodd’s Kidney Pills. Here is case No. 1: “Henry Hall, Sr., aged 48, an American, attacked with Malaria Haematuria or Swarfip Fever, temperature fanged from 101 to 105, highly coated tongue, constipated bowels, hemorrhage or passage of blood from Kidneys, used febrifuge and Dodd’s Kidney Pills to relieve the inflammation and congested condition of Kidneys and to render the urine bland and nonirritating. Recovery complete after two months’ treatment of the Pills.”

A Woman's Reason.

She —I’m glad I don't like oysters. He—Why? She —Because, If I liked them I'd;, eat them, and I hate them.

Deafness Cannot Be Cured

by local applications, as they cannot reach the diseased portion of the .ear. There Is only one way to cure Deafness, and that is by constitutional remedies. Deafness is caused by an inflamed condition of the mucous lining of tha Eustachian Tube. When this tube gets Inflamed yon have a rumbling sound or Imperfect hearing, and when It Is entirely closed Deafness 11 the result, and unless the Inflammation can be •taken out and this tube restored to its normal condition, hearing will be destroyed forever; nine cases out ot ten areeaused by catarrh, which is nothing but an inflamed condition of the mucous surfaces. We will give One Hundred Dollars for any case of Dearness (caused by catarrh) that cannot be cured by Hall’s Catarrh Cure. Send for circulars, free, , , F. J. CHENEY & CO,, Toledo, O. "‘Sold by Druggist-;. 75c. Hall’s Family I’lllS are the best.

Worn-Out Rubber Made New.

Worn-out rubber, like worn-out silver, is something that does not exist in these days. Ever since the advent of bicycles and automobiles, both of which draw heavily on the world’s rubber supply, and ever since the hun-dred-and-one uses to which rubber is put in connection with electricity, the material has become more and more scarce and valuable, so that even the old rubber shoe and the worn-out rubber boot may throw out their chests In pride at being worth really something. Nothing containing rubber is discarded nowadays. The old rubber coat over which the spring tires of a motor car may run on a country road to-day may some day find a nesting place in the -soft tresses of a woman's hair, after having been transformed Into a handsome comb. ZKvehTVulcanized rubber, which, owing to the sulphuric process to which it was subjected, was formerly valueless, is now subjected to a process which rejuvenates It and makes it tit to be wirked up again for the purposes of the manufacturer. Immense quantities of this product, which formerly was assigned to a rubbish heap, are now treated and admixed with a certain percentage of new gtlm, enough to cheapen the price of most rubber goods turnefl out by the manufacturers to-day. Old rubber, however, can be used by itgelf vylthout any addition of fresh gum, the process of treatment being a simple one.—Answers.

WORRY.

A Bare Starter for 11l Health. Useless worrying (a form of nervousness) is indirectly the result (through the nerves) of iniproper feeding. A furniture man of Memphis says: “About a year ago I was afflicted with nervous spells, would worry so overdrlvial things. “I went to consult one of the best physicians in Meriiphls and he asked among many questions If I drank coffee. * “His advice was: ’Go to some provision store and get a box of Postum, drink It In place of coffee and as you nre confined to your desk to a great extent try and get out In air ns much as possible.* I followed his instructions regarding tlie Postum. ’ “At that time my weight was 142 and-4 was taking all kinds of drugs nnd medicines to brace me up, but all failed; to-day I weigh 105 and all of my old troubles are gone, and all the credit is due to having followed: this wise physician's advice and cut off the coffee and using Postum In its place. “I now consider my health perfect I am willing to go before a notary public and testify that It was all due to my having used Postum In place of coffee.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek,' Mich. There's a reason fer quitting tha drug-drink coffee, and* there’s a reason for drinking Poatum. Trial 10 days proves them all. Look in each package for • copy of the famous little book, “Tha Road to Wellvllla.”