Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 36, Number 49, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 February 1904 — Page 2

Old Blazer's Hero.

CHAPTER XX.—(Continued.) “Hit you!" he answered with q feign •<l contempt. “Who's going to hit you? What's set you on this tack?" "As If or.e of yon wasn't enough?" cried Hepzibah, struggling with a new burst of tears. "There’s Shtniraeh must take to it. It’s all your fault, ami I’ll tell you the truth, if yon killed nt? the next minute. The poor silly ereetur's tied to me. and you break my heart, and it breaks hisn to see it, and he’s took your mad ways out of trouble.’’ "Has die?" said Ned roughly, and flung into the garden, where he paced gloomily up and down. Hepzibah came to hint a few minutes Infer with an apologetic and tender manMer. and laid him that tea was .ready "Never mind the tea, dear." Ned answered. He had not given her a word of affection for months, and the phrase half frightened her. she cotihi guess so little what it meant. He walked about the garden for an hour, and at last entering the kitchen stood tiiere irresolutely for a while, and then, as if with a sudden impulse, made for the liall nnd seized his lint. Hepzi- __ bah ran after him. "Don't be afraid," he said, turning round upon her. , "1 am going to put an •nd to this.” "No. no. Ned," she besought him, clinging to him. "Don't be afraid,” he said again. “1 shall be back when I’ve found Shadraeh and seen him home. I'm going to have a word with him. Let me go.” He was very grave and solemn, and there was a look on his face which she bad never seen before. She released him. nnd stood in the doorway looking after him as he valked toward the Miners' Rest. He disappeared in the gathering dusk, and Hepzibah went within, wondering and fearing. There was a side room nt the Miners’ Rest which gave upon a by-sireet, and this chamber was frequented by the rougher sort. Ned walked into it. flinging the door aside and gazing about him. Shadraeh was there, with the shining hat brushed the wrong way in half a score of places, and tipped over one eye. He was clinging to the counter with one band, and gently and rhythmically waving the other, whilst lie smiling spouted some specially, prized verses of his which Ito mail listened to. . Ned laid a hand upon his shoulder. "Shadraeh, come with me.” "That you. Ned?" said Shadraeh. “Yd' pitched into me once because I'd niver stood a drink after y<>' saved my life. This is Mr. Blane. lads, the gentleman as saved my life in th' Old Blazer. Old Blazer’s Hero, this is. He's the best gentleman i' the wide world, let the next come from wheer he wool.” Blane took the glass from Shadraeh's hand and poured its contents on the floor. "Come witli me.” he said. "You don't teem to know when you've had as much as is good for you. You'll drink again when you see me drink again, and that, my lad, shall be never. And .mark me, Shadraeh. if you drink before I do, I'll break every bone in your body.” And the two men kept this strangely made agreement. Never again was either of them under the influence of liquor. CHAPTER XXL There was a horrible, frowsy portion • f the town into which people of the respectable classes rarely ventured Probably the doctor and the rent collector were the only men who with any approach to frequency carried a decent coat into (hat squalid quarter. The spot was vile enough to scare away anybody untoughened by custom for the endurance •f its horrors'. Festering pools of weedy water lay at the very doors of the ramshackle. aged-blackeued houses. The buildings themselves had sunk bodily into the slime of their foundations, until the ground without was a foot higher than the floor within, and in sinking they had canted helplessly over to be propped up on either side by slanting beams of timber. The supporting baulks were rotten with ago and moisture, and Blight be carved with the thumb nail. Vile as the place was. it was highly '■"JrizeiT by Mr. Horatio Lowther and by Mr. John Howarth, who between them owned the whole abominable plot of land and all tjie tumble-down bricks ami mortar on it. Both were keen hands nt a bargain, and lioth were dearly fond of a good investment. Holly Row had proved n noble investment for each of them. The wretched tenements were let out in KK>m». and brought in a far higher rent than wholesome houses of the same class, let in the ordinary fashion, would have done. There was a Board of Commissioner* in the town, whose obvious duty U was to see that this rookery was cleared: but it was not held fair or neighborly fqr the l>oard to go poking its nose too closely into people's private busiMcsa. Mr. Lowther was not only n private citizen of repute, but a personage •enow ned in religious circles, and so good a man was safely to Im* left to his own way Of business; Howarth was known |o be warm, and vyns naturally respected knew

By DAVID CHRISTIE MURRAY.

he that is down may have a fall in fear. He had been slack in payment always, being of a feeble and sickly constitution, and now the payments stopped altogfllr er. Howarth was not the man to str.id this sort of nonsense, and having never been slothful in business, went in person to superintend the non-paying tenant's eviction. The non-paying tenant lay on a dirty mattress on the floor, and though the day sweltering hot, and hotter in that damp and breathless shelter than in most places, he was shivering under a foul and- ragged blanket. Mr. Howarth disgustedly remarked within himself that there was fio stlt-k of furniture about the place which could have realized a six--pouoo. -He fiftgerM-hi*-seirfs-mrd -stroked his chin between his thumb and forefinger, and looked extremely large and important. "About that there rent. Millard? Eh? Come now. About that there rent?" "I ain't got as much as a single penny.” said the defaulting tenant. "Oh!" said Howarth. “That bein' the case, you'll have to'get out o’ this.” "Why,” returned the defaulting creditor, shivering, and staring at him with uninterested eyes, "I can’t move a foot, nor yet hardly a finger." “You’ll have to move foot and finger,” said the landlord, magisterially. “Out you go.” He had no idea he was brutal. It never entered into his mind to ask himself whether he were acting well in the matter or not. The room in -which the defaulting tenant lay was John Howarth's property. If-the tenant could not find the weekly rent he had no right to stay tiiere. Nothing could be . more obvious, and the advancement of any consideration outside the plain facts of the case would have looked like an alisurdity. "1 ought to ha’ gone to the workus,” said the shivering creature on the floor; “but the new one ain't finished building yet. an’ the old tin's full.” "Well,” returned Howarth, "that's no affair o’ mine.- Out you go.” "Wheer?” asked the tenant. Howarth looked at him in a little genuine surprise. “Why, what affair is that o’ mine?” The man rolled , over as if the discussion bored., him, as perhaps it did, and drew the tattered blanket a little higher. Howarth stooped and pulled it off him—not violently, but businesslike, as if therb had been nothing at all there but the blanket. ■'t !omo along!” ■ , lir "Mister,” said the tenant, shivering rather more violently than before, "I can't set one foot afore another.” The landlord rolled up the blanket into an untidy bundle and threw it downstairs. ’ "Come along!” he said again. He was not violent or harsh in manner, but simply and purely businesslike. He was looking after his own interests, and that is a thing which every man has an undoubted right to do. He got his arms around the man. and being himself stiffly built and sturdy, lifted the skeleton frame easily enough to its feet. Then he helped him, neither kindly nor unkindly, but as if he were deporting a crate or "an armchair, out of the room and down the stairs and set him outside the house, where he sat on the ground with his back against the wall, shivering in the hot sunlight. “Now,” said Howarth, mopping at his forehead, "I'll speak a word to the relieving officer as 1 chance to be passin’ this afternoon. I've got two applications for that room, and one on ’em ’ll be in this afternoon.”

“Gi’ me my blanket; I’ve got the shivers deadly.” Howarth gave the man his blanket and marched in the next house. A dozen slatternly women stood with hands under llieir aprons, or tying up wisps of disordered hair, while they looked on at such part of this scene as was enacted in the open air, but tio one of them said anything, or seemed to think anything, and Howarth himself, having with his own hands secured his own rights, went from house to house, and chamber to chamber, looking bigger ami more magisterial than common. It reached his ears casually, a day or two later, that there were two or three cases of typhoid in Holly How, and one of two in the workhouse infirmary, and he was aware, without associating the facts together, that he himself was feeling very strange and queer. He thought he would go home and have a cup of tea and go to bed. His wife was a little alarmed for him, but not much. She herself was Buffering from the same symptoms, though apparent in a slighter degree. and was satisfied to attribute them to the unusual heat of the weather. But next day neither of them was able to rise, and the doctor being called in had looked grave and shook his head. Typhoid fercr. Both cases very bad. He took the news to Mary, who received it ns if it ba<l been a punishment for her own hardness to her parents. She hardly knew of what to accuse herself, and yet an inward voice of accusation seemed to spenk. She might have been more yielding, more submissive, less bitter in her thoughts. And now her father Mssl mother were dangerously ill, rihl< be dying, mid though, had they in liealth, the feud could hardly Me known any healing, nature spoke BgH mid would have way. How desolate lonely life would seeni if this unfather mid luimotlierly mother and left her alone in the world! very living, even though they were p from her and she from them. a something after nil. Bhe the school mid hastened home. tier mother, recognizing

when delufi.rti came the memory of late days seemed blotted out of it, and their daughter’s yoice nnd hand could soothe them when every other sound and touch seemed to wound bruised brain and suffering body. They were blinded merciTully front their own anger, and remembered her only by a kindly instinct. The fever ran much the same-course with Howarth and his wife, and so .since it b.ad touched him earlier he came out of the delirium and found himself upon the. fatal plain of calm the sooner. The room was dim and cool, and Mary was moving noiselessly about the place. A hollow voice—the mere specter of a voice —-addressed her. "That you, Polly?”

She to the bedside. and smoothed the clothes nnd pillows with a hand that trembled. It neared his cheek and be nestled upon it, rolling his head over to one side and holding the cool hand prisoner there like a child, She let it stay. It was the first caress he had offered her for many nnd many a day which had not seemed purely mechanical. A tear started at either eye and dropped heavily upon his fate. Ho looked up at her with eyes like a bird’s —so large and bright. "Art a good wench,” he said.

He nestled down updn the hand again, and seemed to fall asleep. She watched him long, while in tlie unnatural attitude in which she stood cramps began to rack and twist her. but she would not move whilst there seemed any danger of dis--hwbi-Hfr-W+m- A t -length,--Httlw-byHtttie, she withdrew and left him in unchanged attitude. Then creeping to her own room she let Iter heart haVe vent in natural tears. Love was back again. There was something left to live for. but it seemed for a time as if the pain of it wore greater than the joy. And John Howarth slept with his fathers. and for an hour or two no one discovered that ife was gone.

Then little more than a day later hia wife followed him without knowing of it, and the girl was alone again. Everything they had owned came to their daughter, ami for a while Mary left the places ami then coming back resumed her school, though she no longer lin'd need of it, except for heart's food. She must have somebody to care for. so she cared for her children, nnd but for their society led a life very solitary and quiet. She bought Mr. Lowther's share of Holly Row. and pulled the old place down, and took advice about draining the hind and building decent cottages there. Winter was coming by this time, nnd the weather was unseasonable for the sprt of operations which were contemplated, but site walked one evening with a contractor who had in -early days been in partnership with her father to look nt the place, and to hear his proposals. His business carried him farther, and when .he had his talk out he bade her good-by. and left her. She stood ‘a while in the midst of the ruins which as yet were but half removed, and then set out to walk through the wintry twilight homo. The gas-lit town glimmered before her, and the. keen frosty air .made motion a pleasure. She was in a State-oLunusual hopefulness and brightness. Duty done and being done, and all the little cares and tender interests of daily life were drawing her baek to the interest in life which is natural to youth. She thought of these things, and surrendered herself to the new influences half gladly and half regretfully. She reached her own door ami rang there. The rosy maid was taken into service again, and opened the door to her. Mary was passing upstairs with a cheerful "Thank you” when the maid touched her tremblingly. “What is it?” Mary asked her. “If you please, ma’am,” said the maid, "Mr. Hackett's here. He's asleep ma'am." ' • (To be continued.)

AMER CAN LUMBER SUPPLY.

Prodigal Use Americans Make of Timber —The End in Sight. . It is not strange that trees were once objects of worship, and forests considered holy places. Trees are benefactors in mere ways than one—commercially valuable, and they have a still greater value for climate, and are by no means negligible as a satisfaction to the aesthetic nature. One thing is certain, countries that had laid sacrilegious hands on their trees have been c.ursed with crabbed age and barrenness. In speaking of our prodigal use of coniferous timber and the possible end of the supply, the'Milwaukee Sentinel says: “The latest estimate was an Incidental feature of a paper read by T. B. Walker, of Minneapolis, at the recent meeting of the American Forestry Association, from which the Mississippi Valley Lunfberman takes figures for interesting comparisons. Mr. Walker finds that the country still has a lumber supply amounting to something over a thousand billions of feet. “Figuring on a 2.2 per cent, annual Increase in the cut, he concludes that the 1,003,000,000,000 in the country at large will last twenty-five years, but he makes no allowance for the growth of timber In that length of time, and at the end of the quarter centuiy statisticians doubtlees will still be figuring on the rapidly approaching end. ' “But the end is coming, uevertheteM, and In a time exceedingly short In comparison with the probable life of the nation. Each succeeding estimate takes Into account smaller timber than waa measured In the last, and every tree large enough to make a scantling Is now, Included. That Is the explanation of the level maintained in the supply as shown by estimates many years apart. Mr, Walker's estimate forthe northwestern states includes, infract Is necessarily almost exclusively made up of, trees which cetimntors of thirty years ago considered worthless. His date for tiio end may have to be set back a few years, but not a grant many.—Week's Work.

Where He Was.

“Is the proprietor 4 n?" asked ggr as he stepped inside the tonsorial

FARMS AND FARMERS.

Butchering Outfit. Although old time customs in butchering are to some extend passing away, hog killing is still an important performance on many farms. A simple outfit for out of door work is shown in a cut originally contributed to the Ohio Farmer. A post eight feet high has pivoted to its top a sweep fifteen feet long. This sweep has a hook on the short end nnd a rope on the long' end. The scalding barrel, cleaning bench and hanging gallows are all on the circumference of the circle made by the short end of the sweep. With thia arrangement one man at the long end of sweep can easily dip a hog

HOG KILLING CONVENIENCES.

and transfer it from one place to another, as may be desired. The cut also shows a good method of heating water. A bent piece of one and a half inch iron pipe enters the barrel in two places. A fire built under this pipe soon heats the water in the barrel, as the heat causes a rapid circulation of the water in the pipe and barrel. _————- Bran, Shorts and Alfalfa. Horsemen are loud in their praises of oats as feed for working or driving horses, and oats deserve all the praise. By reason of tlie fact that they are a preferred food for horses and Scotchmen, oats are usually about the dearo/'t feed per hundred pounds uu tlie farm. Horsemen attribute this superior value of oats to the mythical substance "avenin,” which no chemist has ever yet been able to discover. They claim that it is this that puts the ginger hi man and beast which feed on oats. The Utah Experiment station, however, has found out by experiment that when a mixture of bran and shorts, half and half, can be bought at the same price per hundred pounds’ as oats, it serves the same purpose equally well, and when fed with alfalfa gives even better results, thus materially reducing the cost of feeding the horse as compared with oats. Best Corn for the North. In a test of 135 varieties of corn grown for fodder or silage at the Ontario experiment farm, New Delaware Dent and Pedriek Perfected Golden Beauty gave the greatest total yields, being twenty-four and 23.8 tons per acre, respectively. The greatest yields of husked ears were produced by Golden Leneway Dent, Snow White Dent and Black Mexican sweet corn, the yields being 4.3, 4.3 and 4.2 tons per acre, respectively. Salzer North JJakota. Compton Early nnd King Phillip. Flint varieties, and North Star Yellow Dent, a Dent variety, are recommended for central and southern Ontario. An average of four years tests from planting at different depths gave the following total yieldsr Two inches, 13.2 tons; iy 2 apd three inches each, 11.8 tons; no inch, 11.7 tons; onehalf inch, 10. G tons, and four inches, 9.8 tons. —American Cultivator. —36 H ome-Made Barrel Brooder. For our readers who are interested in brooders we give the plan of Mr. Normandin, who gives a description and illustration of a cheap brooder, he has constructed, in the Farm-Poul-try. He says: “Get a sound sugar barrel, and 2-lnch galvanized pipe enough to go through the barrel, with an elbow to fit on a cheap lamp; also a tomato can. Cut a hole in side of can to put pipe through, and a bole in the barrel to put can in snug, as most of the heat is right above the lamp. That Is tlie reason I put the can over tlie pipe. The floor can be put about G inches below the pipe. With a piece of carpet around the

THE RAPREL BROODER.

barrel 1 can get beat up to 100 degrees.” By looking at the lllustratioi* mast anyone world Im> able to rnnkc one In n little, * lie. It should not cost you over a doii.ir.” Where FkeS Are Scarce Indeed. Poultrymen In Bouth Africa ahould be doing very well at the prevailing prices for fresh eggs. which are quoted nt eighty-fire cents to $1.82 per dozen, according to season. This scarcity of fresh eggs has led to a demand for condensed eggs which are made by partly drying the contents of eggs and adding sugar. In this form they run fifteen to tlie*pound and nre put up In air tight boxes. Ri|>e Cream. in the winter season-cream rises Mfiwly. and much of It falls to ripen ■■it should. The ripening is known

by Its turning slightly acid without becoming bitter or in any way illflavored. Not all the cream should be put into the churning: That taken from the pans latest will not be ripened, and its butter fats will all be wasted unless they are saved by churning the buttermilk. The loss from this cause is much greater in many small dairies than those operating them suppose. The Open-Eyed Farmer. Much has been said and written of the man who “goes it blind.” He Is called a failure, and is generally regarded as a grumbler, viewing the future with doleful and pessimistic eyes. There are farmers as well as mercantile men who go it blind, and again there are innumerable farmers who continually move forward with open eyes. It is concerning the latter that we write. Everyone is glad when they come face to face with the cheerful, op--thtttstimmd-open-eyed farmer, whoTsconstantly adding to his income and who is always so busy planting or harvesting his crops that he has no time for anything except to look over broad acres and fertile fields that are all his own. The open-eyed farmer Is the independent farmer. When he rises in the morning refreshed by Nature's chief nourisher and goes forth, it is to his own fields upon which no man can intrude without his consent.

Looked at from every point of view, the standing and prestige of the American farmer is gradually increasing, and, unlike his city brother, he is not living under even a lowering cloud to cast upon him gloom and discontent.

Tlie fundamental principles, hard and constant work and thought, which mean prosperity, are never lost sight of by the open-eyed farmer. To him they bring contentment and perfect peace of mind which perinit the fullest enjoyment of life. The open-eyed farmer is not a man of nerves and excitable brain full of schemes difficult execute, which, when proven failures depress all human beings. He is calm, clearheaded, free and generous, and dwells hi an atmosphere unsuited to tlie groping, avaricious man, shut within the narrow and contracted walls of city existence. To our mind there is not another human being under the bright blue sky of heaven witli heart so cheerful, with mind so restful, and witli soul so peaceful, and who has so much satisfaction in the present and hope for tlie future, as the open-eyed, independent American farmer of today.—Farm Life. A Bandy Barrow. This barrow is designed for wheeling full baskets, or boxes of fruit or vegetables. The floor of the barrow is level when the handles are held by

BARROW T. R FRUITS AND VEGETABLES.

the user. With the ordinary wheelbarrow the sloping floor causes the fruit to roll out \<>f the baskets or boxes, and the latter to huddle together In a heap. The exact pattern htye given need not be followed, the Idea is serviceable, and anyone can plan the form of the barrow to suit himself.—Farm and Home. To Measure nn Acre. To measure an acre, tie a ring at each etui of a rope, the distance being just GG feet between them; tie a piece of colored cloth exactly in the middle of this.- One acre of ground will be four times tlie length and two nnd onehalf times the width, or the equal of 1G rods one way and 10 rods the other, making tlie full acre IGO square rods. Keep the rope dry, so it will not stretch. A rod is 1G> z .j lineal feet. An acre is 4,840 square yards, or 43,500 square feet. To lay out an acre when one side is known, divide tlie units in the square contents by the units of the same kind in the length of tlie known aide. Thus: If she known side lie 4 rods, divide 100 by 4, and the quotient 40 will be the depth of tlie acre plot. If tlie length of the known side be 90 /eet, divide 43,500 by 90. and the quotient 48 will be the depth of an acre plot. Either of. the following measures include an acre plot: 4x40 rials; 5x32 rods; Bx2o rods; 10x10 rods; 12 rods 10 feet S& Inches square make an acre.

A Good Hacou Hog. A writer for the American Cultivator speaks well of the Jersey rod or duroc ns a bacon hog, but thinks that on account of the ability to stand ex[insure and habits It is better suited to the Western farmer, who permits his hogs to run wWd over, an extensive range, than to rhe farmers who have limited ranges and shelter their stock In bad weather. These hogs aro coarser built, thicker bristled and hardier tbau most of the other Improved breeds. . To Make the Co we Go Dry. Frequently the question is asked how to do this. An ex|»erlencod dairyman who manages a herd of cows in Pennsylvania gives his inetliod as follows. He saya: “To make a cow dry give timothy hay apd water, exercise the cow with the hatter and skip teats In milking. By this method the animal will g« dry lu six days.”

Seemed to Be a Suitable Name.

On one seajt of the car sat a young ' man who was smoking a peculiarly rank and pungent cigar. On the sea# behind him sat an old gentleman and & lady, who had chosen to tide there rather than stand up in tlie next car, which was crowded. They endured the smoke patiently for a time, feelipg that the smoker had the “right of way;” but at last the old gentleman leaned forward and said: “I beg your pardon, young man, but j would you mind telling me what kind of cigar'that is?” “It's a Porto Rico,” was the reply. “I couldn’t quite catch the name.” explained the man to his wife, "but ho says it's some kind of a Teeker,’ and lie's quite right about that”

Best in the World.

Estherville, la., Feb. Ist. —Mr. George J. Barber of tills place says: "Dodd's Kidney Tills are the best medicine in the world. There Is nothing as good. I had been sick for over 15 years with Kidney Disease which finally turned into Bright's Disease. I ■was treated by Doctors in Chicago, but they didn’t do me any good. The best Doctor in Estherville treated me for five years with no better success. 1 heard of Dodd's Kidney Pills and made up my mind to give them a trial.- ; —“Darn very thankful to be able to say that they cured me completely and ■ I think they are the best medicine in the world.” The honest, earnest, straightforward experiences of real living men and women are the only material used in advertising Dodd's Kidney Pills. One such testimony is worth more than a thousand unsupported claims. The people who have used Dodd's Kidney Pills are those whose evidence is worth consideration and surely nothing can be more convincing than a statement like Mr. Barber’s. There are thousands of others just as strong.

Teosinte and Billion Dollar Grass

The two greatest fodder plants on earth, one good for 14 tons hay and the other 80-tons green fodder per acre. Grows everywhere, so does Victoria Rape, yielding GO,OOO lbs. sheep and swine food per acre. JUST SEND 10c IN STAMPS TO THE John A. Salzer Seed Co., La Crosse, Wis., and receive in return their big catalogue and lots of farm sed samples. (C. N. U.)

LYNCHED A LA AMERICAN.

Astonishing Talc That E titled an English Dinner I’arty. At a recent dinu er in London the eonversatlon turned on the subject of lynchings in the United States. It waj the general opinion that a rope was the chief end of a man in America. Finally the hostess turned to au American, who had taken no part in the 'cone versatlon, and said: - "You, sir, must have often seen thesse affaire.” "Yes,” he replied, "we take a kind of municipal pride in seeing which city can show the greatest number of lynchings yearly.” “Oh, do tell us about a lynching you have seen yourself,” broke in half a dozen voices at once. "The night before I sailed for England,” said the American, "I was giving a dinner to a party of intimato friends when a colored waiter spilled a plate of soup over the gown of a lady at an adjoining table. The gown was utterly ruineel and the gentleman of her party at once seized the waiter, tied a rope around his neck and at a signal from the Injured lady swung him into the air.” "Horrible!” said the f.ostess with a shudder. “And did you actually see tblj yourself?” "Well, no,” snid the American, apologetically. "Just at that time I was downstairs killing the chef for putting mustard in the blancmange.”—Modern Society.

DIDN’T BELIEVE

That Coffee Was the Rea! Trouble. Some people flounder, around and take everything that’s recommended to. them, but finally find out that coffee is the real cause of their troubles. An Oregon man says: ‘For 25 years I was troubled with my stomach. I was a steady coffee drinker, but didn't suspect that as the cause. I doctored with good doctors and got no help; then I took almost anything which some one else had been cured with, but to no good. I was very bad last summer and could not work at times. “On December 2, 1002, I was taken so bad the Doctor said I could not live over twenty-four hours at the most and I made all preparations to die. I could hardly eat anything, everything distressed me, and I was weak and sick all over. When in that condition, coffee was abandoned and I was put on Postum; the change in my feelings, came quickly after the drink that waa, poisoning me was removed. “The pain and sickness fell away' from me and I begun to get well day by day, so I stuck to it, until now I am well and strong again, can eat heartily, with no headache, heart trouble or the awful sickness of the old coffee days. I drink all I wish of Postum without any harm and enjoy it immensely. “This seems like a wonderfully strong- story, but I would refer you to the First National Bank, the Trust Banking Co., or any merchant of Grant's Pass. Ore., In regard to my standing, and I will send a sworn statement of this If you wish. You can also use my name.” Name gtven by Postum Oo„ Battle Creek. Mich. Still there are many who persistently fool themselves by saying “Coffee don’t hurt me.” A ten days' trial of Postum in Its place wMI tell the truth and many times save Ufa. "TWn'i a reason.” , took for the little book, “The Road to Wellvllle,” in each pkg.