Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 39, Number 35, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 January 1907 — Page 2

The Child of the Cave

CHAPTER lll.— (Continued.) “Is anyone down there?”. I called There was no reply nut the echo of tny own voice as it rnng down the sjiaft. The silence troubled me; the hollow ring of my voice scared me. I looked about and found a candle and a box of matches on the shelf. Unfastening the rope, I lowered the bucket to the level of the <rrcnlar well, set the candle inside, and lit it; then letting the cord slip slowly through my hands, I watched the descent of the light. I,t grew fainted and fa-ii’er, sntil at length it failed to show the surrounding brickwork, and 1 saw nothing but a faint halo round the spwk of I'-g-c. The well -seemed to be interminably deep. Aa the knot that finished the rope’s end came into my hand the bucket reached the bottom, and The handle struck-+bo-side, with a clatter that rung up to ivy ear •bout two seconds after. If a body had been lying at the boitotn the bucket must almost of necessity have •truck it. ami not the bottom, as it d' L , If a man had been standing upright some gleam of reflected light must have discovered him. I saw absolutely .nothing, but the steady speck of light and its halo. I drew the bucket up and dropped It twice or thrice. undnalied - again without any result. Could my grandfather have been delirious when he sent me on this wild goose chase? 1 asked myself, as I slowly drew Bp the bucket to the top. Reflecting -that I had not yet carried out his instructions, 1 determined to make one Last experiment. I took out the candle and charged the bucket with the eatables named by my grandfather, lowered them down, and whistled nsrf calling a dog. It seemed to me as I batoned while counting fifty that I heard • movement below, and I counted an additional twenty to give the thing a fair trial. When I drew up again, to my intense astonishment, I found that the food had been taken out, and an empty pitcher put into the bucket. My grandfather had forgotten to mention drink, and the creature below had sent up the pitcher as a reminder. Clearly whatever the thing was it had hands. I filled the pitcher from a tub of clear water that stood in one corner of the washhouse, and sent it down, completely bewildered by the mystery. When it touched the bottom 1 whistled again anti listened. Then from below there came up the queerest elfish and most plaintive sounds I ever heard. It was like nothing more than the swelling rise and fading fail of "'in ’Aeolian narpr

CHAPTER IV. What was to be done? When I again towered a light the sound ceased, and nothing was visible. An athlete co ild have slipiicd down the bucket rope and possibly have come up again hand over hand. But that was beyond my power, even if I had found courage to make the attempt and face the unknown. Certainly I must go down there and find out the secret of the villainous old smuggler, my great grandfather. I felt sure that my grandfather, always under the domination of his father, was playing but an accessory part in this dramatic business, and I saw the necessity for acting with caution to accomplish an investigation successfully. I closed the well, left the bucket hangtag: as I had found it, and quitted tne cottage. It had struck me in taking a last glance at the washhouse that it was e queer place for a well to be sunk, for the house stood within a hundred yards of the cliff's edge. To be sure a great mass of the cliff had fallen away, and at one time it might have tapjasl a reservoir for a stream percolating through the chalk. But now I accounted for its existence there by a more satisfactory conclusion. It was the secret way that was said to have been used for communicating with the caves bn the shore. It was ‘quite possible that, invisible from th£ top, an outlet at the bottom Jed laterally into the Choked caverns. That hypothesis accounted for my seeing no one at the bot, tour of the shaft when 1 let down the light. I said nothing about the pitcher, or the strange sounds, or my suspicions, to my grandfather when I returned, but I feigned to be prodigiously curious wtih respect to the bear. “Young ’uns don’t oughter ask questions,” replied the old man, very well pleased with my pretended a'mpllc.'iy. "All they’re got To do Is *a *nts t what*s ■aid to ’em; that's wltat father has been hammering into me these last seventy years. Now you’re got to go over to Bonport and find father, d’ye see? You’re got to go and leave word everywhere tbet his son wants him—being took qu>s<r. And if he ain’t to be found at Bonport you can go over to Stringham and Shoreby and Puntness, and you might likewise run over to Towerbndge. When you’re found him tell him you want a hundred pounds. I daresay he'll bully yoj at fust, but if he sees you going off to •Id Fenwick, (be land agent, he'll come down with th* money I warrant. Then when you’re got the money you can sl : p your cable and run fur fureign parts at once, because it ain’t right sci young *uu to be hanging about doing nothing. Bend father on to me. but you needn’t come back yourself. You clap on all M’l while the wind's fair. Now that’s what you're got to do. But look here, if you do not find father by to-morrow morning, you’re got to come back here by noon, because there ain’t no one else to feed that gallus bear, d’ye see?” Ac coon as I had finished my dinner I Went to a chip’s chandler, and bought a coil of sixty fathoms of stout hemp cord. With the aid of c lad I carried it to the cottage on the cliff. I paid the boy, and waited until he was well out of sight before beginning my work. I had to break into the house, for, ■■ ft may well be imagined, my grandfather

By FRANK BARRETT

had taken the keys-from me on my return and slipped them under his pillow. The simplest way was to get through a window ; so having broken a pan’ Ol glass with a stone, I unfastened the catch and lifted the sash; this done, entrance was simple enough. I hn tiled the cord into the washhouse, and, finding ft hatchet, with a few vigorous strokes I split the cover of the well where it was attached to the hinge dnd threw it open. Then I unhitched,, therope from the bleat in the Wall, Setting the bucket oh the edge of the well, and firmly knotted the end to the cord I had brought with me. This done, I put the hatchet and a stout jackknife that I found on the shelf into the bucket for my protection, for it seemed to me not unlikely that the enptive, w-hoever be might be, ignorant of my intentions, might attempt to wreak upon me the vengeance .he owed his captors. A couple of candies and a box of matches completed my equipment, and then.getting upon the low wall I stepped into the bucket, slipped the end of The cord through the handle,,and, pulling myself up an inch, swing over the shaft. My heart stuck in my throat as I swung there, realizing my perilous position and the ;>ossibly greater risk I was about to encounter; then, my courage returning. I began slowly to pay out the rope. When tlie knot that joined the two ropes hitch** ed under the handle of the bucket I paus'ed again. I was now half way down, and for the rest of the descent must 1 trust to the rope I had bought at the chandler's. What if it were rotten or faulty in some parts? There was no going backr that was certhni'; and so after a moment's indecision I suffered the knot to slip past the handle and let myself down as slowly as I could, lest the friction should injure the cord, bethinking me that I should have to return, as well as descend, in safety. At length, to my great satisfaction, the strain on the rope came to an end, and I found myself at the bottom of the shaft, with a good length of cord to spare. I could see nothing b\it the faint glimmer of light in the washhouse over my head; the rest was to my eyes absolute obscurity. An audible movement on my right hand' caused me to dive into the bucket for a weapon of defense. I found the jackknife, and opening it stood ready for the attack, at the same time saying saying with as steady a voice as I could command, “Whoever is down here I am his ftiend.”

There was no answer, no repetition of the sound, 1 thing the silence had a more terrifying effect upon my senses than if I had been aroused by the fiercest aud most menacing voice. I felt that I might be standing within arm’s reach of an unseen foe preparing to spring upon me. To put an end to this suspense 1 stuck the open knife between my teeth and struck a match. As I expected, I found a brick opening before me; but the light of the match -was insufficient to reveal anything more than a few feet of brick work on each side; beyond, the darkness was impenetrable. I drew out one of the candles and lit it, throwing down the match when the wick caught. The next moment as I was about to tsep sideways from the bucket I heard a sharp hiss, and looking down with my candle raised found that the step if taken would probably have been my last. e I was not nearly at the bottom of the shaft, but only on a plank set across it, the hissing sound was caused by the falling of the lighted match into the water below. The cunning of the old smugglers who had used the well as a secret passage to the caves was evident in this, for the plank being removed water would have been drawn from the well to disprove any suspicion of inquiring revenue officers. This escape and the shock it gave to my. nerves still more cautious in my advance. With the light liedl out before me in my left hand, and the open knife in my right, 1 made my way slowly nad, ' must own, with a most unpleasant sensation of fear, along the bricked passage. Presently 1 found myself at the entrance to a cave, spacious and lofty, shored up at intervals with planks nad great ship timbers. The white chalk reflecting the rays of the candle made the cavern comparatively light. In front of me was a mass of debris sloping up to the ro-»f, where the fallen cliff choked the shore entrance; but I could* see ne sign of any habitant nor hear any sound. Suddenly the silence was broken by a loud caw, and, shifting the candle, I perceived in a recess that had been thrown into darkness by the shadow of a beam, a smooth slab of chalk on which was set the pitcher I had lowered in the morning, and beside it a piece of the bread on which a jackdaw was perched. He looked up at me for a moment with his gray eye and then set to work again digging out the crumbs vigorously. I stepped toward the recess, the jackdaw ceased pegging at the bread, eyed me askance, and not liking the look df me b"i'i»'d off sttttfarther into the darkness. I followed on and found the recess to be an opening into i second cave. By the side of the slab there were Rome rags neatly arranged on a boulder to form a cushion. 1 had no doubt now that I should find the real captive in thy next cave. Surely enough, I did, and ■ strange one it was. tod. A second caw from the jackdaw drew my eye at once to the left of the entrance to the second cave, and there in a kind of alcove, bung about with strips of colored rags in a barbarous attempt at decoration, I saw crouching upon a litter of straw over»pread with blankets a child with long hair falling over h*>r shoulders. The jackdaw was perched on her shoulder, and in contrast with its plumage the child’s hair seemed quite

white. X, could not see her face, for she had covered it with her thin white hands to shut out what to her unaccustomed senses was a blinding light—the candle, to me a feeble glimmer. .CHAPTER V. I put the caudle in a crevice and wedged in a piece of' chalk before it, so subduing the light as to make it bearable to the poor thing’s eyes, and then I gently drew her hands from her face and raised her to her feet. She was a tall slip of a girl, quite a child seemingly, though in reality she was eighteen. Her face was quite colorless, long and thin, but her features were modeled with exquisite delicacy.' She looked like one of those frail and tender plants that are reared in darkness. The darkness and lustre of her eyes gave to this strange colorless face an expression, more than human—something spiritual, and not of our world. I found that the retina was almost invisible, and by long disuse had lost its power of contraction, while the pupil had become abnormally distended to catch, the scant rays of light diffused in the Caverns. She was dressed in a sack of blue serge, without sleeves—a garment fashioned to the Idea of fitness evolved by my grandfather; yet this rude garment looked well upon her, falling to the graceful turves of her figure, and throwing into relief the long white arms and pretty nude feet; it seemed to me that a dress of modern cut would have been less in character with her unnatural beauty, and have pronounced her still more-pathetically not of our world. We stood looking at each other in silent amazement, for pity choked me. Presently she lifted her hand slowly and touched my moustache; then walking to the back with a step as graceful ae the rise and dip -of a gull on the wing, she looked at my head, and finding that my hair was cut short, she clapped her hands together and burst into a peal of laughter. Then she came round to look me in the face again, and finding the tears running down my cheek —for her laughter told a tale of lifelong captivity in this sunless prison that touched my heart to the ■ quick—she became instantly grave, her own eyes and with inarticulated sounds of sympathy she stroked my head, as though she would console me for the loss of my hair, which she must have conceived was the cause of my grief. “Cannot you speak, you poor little ' thing?” T asked. The sound alone was intelligible to her, and she responded with sounds that were but a musical echo of my words. Hearing her voice the jackdaw cawed, and she replied with a caw as like his as she could accomplish. Clearly she had no notion of speech, and it was hopeless to think of getting from her any explanation of her strange condition and how she came there. Had she never learned the use of speech, or had she been there so long that the early days of her childhood were forgotten, I wondered. I tried her again, saying a few words in the few languages that I knew. She listened attentively, smiling as if it gave her pleasure to hear the sound of a human voice, but showing no other signs of intelligence ; then she, to give variety to the amusement, sang, making a kind of music like that I had heard from the mouth of the well, a continued undulating rise and fall of sound as Tong as the breath could be maintained. In all my life I never heard anything so plaintively sweet and sad. It seemed to express more than could have bene told by words; it was the revelation of a joyless life, of unspeakable yearning, and indefinable regrets. “Poor child, poor child,” I said involuntarily. “Toor child, poor child I” she echoed, in the same tone of sorrow and commiseration. She seemed to see the significance of my sympathy, to understand that my words were an expression of kindness, for she took up my hand and smoothed her cheek against it caressingly. I bent down and kissed her head—for she was to me no more than a little child. The sound of my kiss perplexed her, and looking up in my face she bade me by a gesture to kiss again. I lifted the hand that still clung to mine and kissed the back of it. She kisesd mine, and repeating the action of her lips once or twice, laughed at the sound she had never heard before. (To be continued.)

Porcupines Win Fight.

Literally living pin cushions and filled with porcupine quils from their ankles to their thighs, Burt Seavey and Cullen Jorden, of Scarboro, were taken to a Portland physician to-night for treatment after a battle with two giant “Maine budgetings,” which they had encountered In a wood road while returning from work this afternoon. The physician plucked more than thirty-five quills from the legs of each man, but no serious results are expected, unless blood itoisoning sets in. As soon as the two young farmers came upon the porcupines, just before dusk, they picked up clubs and started for the animals. The hedgehogs, as they are called hereabouts, jabbed theiß needle-pointed quills into the farmers’ legs. The young men responded with a short but sharp attack with their clubs, but the hedgehogs proved to have the better weapon and carried the day. Although one of them was left stretched out on the ground, the other retreated triumphantly’ and in good order, master of the situation, while the two agriculturists limped home and out of harm’s way as speedily as possible.—New York World.

Perhaps.

*•' Towne —That’s the local wnnthoy forecaster who just passed us. Browne —Indeed? He isn’t a very bealthy-looking man. Is be? Towne—-No, he says the climate here doesn’t agree with him. Browne—-Yes? • I wonder if that’s why be keeps changing it so much?— The Catholic Standard and Times.

Or Complete Lack of It.

Ta lawnan—l wish to be excused from serving on this Jury. Judge—What is jour reason? ' Talesman—l’m very absent-minded. Judge—Can’t excuse you.< Absence of mind is the best qualification for a juryman.—Cleveland Leader. • ’ ‘t

THE HEAL SANTA CLAUS IN THE NORTHWEST.

—Cincinnati Post.

BURN BARNS FOR FUEL.

Many Dakota Farmers Have Nothing Left but Their Homes. All the world now knows of the distressing privations on the great western prairie just passed through' by the ambitious settlers owing to the coal and fuel famine, blit few realize the utter destitution caused by the need for fuel. There have been many times in history when people were forced to burn treasures to keep warm, but never before on the prairie,-has fuel been so scarce. One hundred and fifty miles southwest of Fargo. N. I)., is a settlement of Russian farmers who have recently come to the State. When the coal-question came up and the railroads could not supply fuel there was nothing for them to do but to chop up their outbuildings for fuel to cook with. The question of keeping a steady fire for heating purposes was at an end. One family named Roustoff, which came to the State in the spring, had no fuel in the house nor oil for lamps. The stable was used for cooking purposes and the other outbuildings followed. The horses and the cattle were turned loose to seek shelter on the prairie and to be victims to any blizzard that might overtake them. Then the platform around the pump was made into fuel, then the wagon boxes' and later the wheels. Everything about the farm except what was needed about the house to keep out the cold was sacrificed to keep -the kitchen stove burning long'enough to cook the beef and ipMk’e'the coffee. The family are well after the awful ordeal. They say it is worse than in Russia, for there they have plenty of fuel. At Grantham, a small town, the fuel shortage was as bad. Two families moved into one house and chopped up the other house for fuel. One day a train went through and forty men attacked the crew, but found extra locks on the coal cars and the coal of poor quality, so let the train proceed. A man named Walldran traded a load of wood for three horses. At Renning several families burned bushel after bushel of oats and said that it held fire like coal. The farmers had plenty of money and went to the stores and purchased sufficient supplies of canned and dried fish and fruit, so that with what the housewives had in store the question of food was not a serious one. The cold weather was the most difficult to endure. Many settlers and old farmers hauled out the old hay burners which were in vogue many years ago and used the long wild grass in their barn yard stacks for fuel. This did good service. One of the luckiest things connected with the coal famine was the fine weather. While it was very cold through South and North Dakota, there were no storms. Had a blizzard swept over the country while the scarcity of fuel was at its height there would have been a great loss of human life and of live stock. Real estate men fear a fall in land prices owing to the fuel situation this winter. They claim that inasmuch as the railroads have been unable to haul coal to them and the grain from them there will be a much greater shortage of cars in the year to come unless something is done to relieve the congestion. No one can devise a plan. In South Dakota the great elevators are overflowing with wheat and corn and other grains are being stored away on the farm in the best way possible. The stock is the only thing the farmers and ranchmen are able to move. This provides them with plenty of money, but money cannot buy coal. In the western part of North Dakota are many hundreds of people who went there last summer to secure cheap lands. They went with small amounts of money and spent it in getting as much land as they could. They built insufficient houses to the cold, and thus when the cold "Rap came and the coal and wood ran out the suffering was intense.

Flywheel to Steady a Ship.

Octo Schlick, the noted marine engineer of Hamburg, now proposes that a heavy wheel be mounted on .* vertical axis, so as to prevent the rolling of the ship, acting on the principle of the gyroscope.

The Ohio’s Record Voyage.

The new battleship Ohio, which was constructed by the Union iron works of San Francisco and which has been a flagship of the naval forces in the far Bast, arrived at New York Dec. 2. having sailed 50.000 miles without straining a rivet Her coming is pursuant to the policy of withdrawing battleships from the Asiatic squadron. Ten buildings in the heart of Wareham. Mass., were destroyed by fire, with a km of <IOO,OOO.

TO MAKE SWAMPS USEFUL.

Under Proposed Plan They Would Blossom as the Rose. An effort will be made during the present session of Congress to commit the federal government to the policy of draining swamp lands all over the country and Senator Flint of California will be one of its leaders. The Senator has prepared 'a bill providing for the drainage of all swamp lands under the auspices of government engineers. The measure provides for the creation of a. fund fqr conducting the drainage operations on the* installment plan, Congress to appropriate a million or two dollars every rear until the sum of $lO,000,000 or $20,000,000 is on hand. As land is reclaimed frqjn a submerged or partially submerged condition, the bill will provide for its sale, and the proceeds therefrom will be converted into the drainage fund. This .is similar to the plan under which the national reclamation or irrigation law operates. The vastness of the project involved in the. Flint bill can be understood when it is stated that the total area of swamp lands in the United States is roughly 75,000,000 acres, or about 120,000 square miles. This is over half as large as the whole German empire and greater than the~area of most States in the Union. Virginia and New Jersey contain a large part ot aie total in the Dismal swamp and the Hoboken flats. There is some swamp land in New England, but less than elsewhere, qp account of the generally hilly character of the ground. Michigan contains nearly 6,000,000 acres of swamp lands, Minnesota contains more than that. There are about 4,000,000 acres in the Sacramento valley, alone. The estimated area of the Everglades swamp in Florida is 7,000,000 acres.

The Political Pot.

Poultney Bigelow, the man whose criticism of canal methods was assailed by both President Roosevelt and Secretary Taft, now comments on the President’s message that it will be time enough for him to answer its misleading statements when the President can find a single resident of the canal zone who does not smile at his report. Mayor Weaver of Philadelphia, on the witness stand in the city’s $5,000,000 filtration suit case against the McNicbolMack contracts, told how Israel Durham, the former Republican boss of the city, had dictated the appointment of Director of Public Works Costello and other important acts, including the raising of the salary of John W. Hill, filtration chief. An organization has just been formed in New Jersey to be known as the People’s Lobby. It is composed in independent Republicans and Democrats, and will have branches in every county. Its purpose will be the collection and dissemination of information regarding legislation and the attitude of members of the Legislature so *s to secure the widest possible publicity as to legislation. State Comptroller Berry of Pennsylvania has refused to approve the bills of J. H. Sanderson and Joseph M. Huston on account of furnishing equipment and professional services for the new Capitol to the aggregate amount of $158,000, notwithstanding that Gov. Pennypacker and Gen. Snyder constituted a majority of the board of public grounds and buildings and voted for the payment. Mr. Berry said he would not O. K. them unless compelled to do so by the courts, and this was expected to force the whole question of capital graft into the courts. A mass meeting at Cooper Union, New York, adopted resolutions urging the passage of the Lodge resolution by the Senate. Dr. H. Grattan-Guinesa, acting director of the regions beyond the missionary union, said it was impossible to duplicate the horrors of that country. The completed canvass of the vote in New York State at .the recent election gives Hughes a plurality of 57,973 and Chandler a plurality of 5.442. Hearst ran 29.390 behind his ticket in New York State and 31.824 behind in New York City, bnt carried the metropolis by 77,067.

DOCTORS MISTAKES Are said often to be buried six feet under ground. But many times women call on their family physicians, suffering, as they Imagine, one from dyspepsia, another from heart disease, another from liver or kidney disease, another from nervous prostration, another with pain here and there, and in this way they present alike to themselves and their easy-going or overbusy doctor, separate diseases, for which he, assuming them to be such, prescribes his pills and potions. In reality, they are all only symptoms caused by some uterine disease. The''phsaician,'lgnorant of the cause of suffcring/kqeps upbigtreatment until large bills are nj'ede. patient gets no .wrong treatment, but probably wors?7_ 4 proper medicine like Dr. RiercelsFavorite Prescription, directed to the cause would have cqitircly f'2moyea the disease, thereby dispeiling alrthose distressing symptoms, and instituting comfort Instead of prolonged misery. It has been well said, that "a disease known is half cured." . Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription Is a scientific medicine, carefully devised by an experienced and skillful physician, and adapted to woman’s delicate system. It is made of native American medicinal roots and is perfectly harmless in Jts effects in (f-fiy corulitiMi or (he tema% system. As a powerful invigorating tonic "Favorite Prescription” imparts strength to the whole system and to the organs distinctly feminine in particular. For overworked, "worn-out,” run-down.” xiebilitated teachers, milliners, dressmakers, seamstresses, "shop-girls,” house-keepers, nursing mothers, and feeble women generally, Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription is the greatest earthly boon, being unequaled as an appetizing cordial and restorative tonic. As a soothing and strengthening nervine "Favorite Prescription” is unequaled and is invaluable in allaying and subduing pervous excitability, irritability, nervous exhaustion, nervous prostration, neuralgia, hysteria, spasms, St. Vitus’s dance, and other distressing, nervous symptoms commonly attendant upon functional and organic disease of the uterus. It induces refreshing sleep and relieves mental anxiety and despondency. Dr. Pierbe’s Pleasant Pellets invigorate the stomach, liver and bowels. One to, three ariose. Easy to take as candy.

Reflections of a Bachelor.

There’s a lot of fun being In polities if you aren’t running for office. Next to fooling our parents, the easiest thing is to fool ourselves about our virtues. A man could make a heap of money betting twice as much on losing w hat he Invests. . “ A girl has an idea she could reform a man if she were married to him, and a woman that she might if she weren’t. —New York Press.

Keep Your Blood Pure.

No one can be happy, light-hearted and healthy with a body full of blood that cannot do its duty to every part because of its impurity; therefore, the first and most important work in hand is to purify the blood so that every organ will get the full benefit of a healthy circulation. There is no remedy we know of so good as that old family remedy, Brandreth’s Pills. Each pill contains fine grain of the solid extract of sarsaparilla blended with two grains of a combination of pure and mild Vegetable products, making it a blood purifier unexcelled in character. One or two taken every night for twhile will produce surprising results. Brandreth’s Pills have been in use for over a century and are sold in every drug and medicine store, plain or sugar-coated.

The World’s Woes.

This world’s an endless vale o(_woe, Where man but wakes to sigh; Contentment never yet was found Below the arching sky. The thin man mourns because the flesh Is thin upon his bones; ' The lady double chin Looks in her glass and groans. The childless man would give his all To have a little one; The man with seven boys w’ould be O’erjoyed if he had nene. A down bestreaks the maiden’s lip, Therefore she mopes about; The strong man’s heart is sore because His hair is falling out. —Chicago Record-Herald.

Had a Desperate Affray.

‘‘That was a fierce fight you had with Cholly,” said Knox. “He claims he licked you.” a'QJtU the boastah!” exclaimed. Gussie. “I admit he wumpled my cwavat dweadfully, but you should have seen his collah!”—Philadelphia Press.

A Warm One.

Eskimo Suitor—Yes, my love, I have ten sleds, fifty dogs, a hundred tons of blubber and Pa Eskimo—Aurora, tell that young man to stop letting off so much hot air. I’m afraid he'll melt the house.—Puck.

CRIED EASILY.

Nervous Woman Stopped Coffee and Quit Other Thtnir". No better practical proof that coffee is a drug can be required than to note how the nerves become unstrung in women who habitually drink it The stomach, too, rebels at being continually drugged with coffee and tb:i —they both contain the drug—caffeine. Ask your doctor. An lowa woman tells the old story thus: “I had used coffee for six years and was troubled with headaches, nervousness and dizziness. In the morning, upon rising I used to belch up a sour fluid, regularly. “Often I got so nervous and miserable I would cry without the least reason, and I noticed my eyesight was getting poor. "After using Postum a while, I observed the headaches left me and soon the belching of aour fluid stopped (water brash from dyspepsia*). I fetl decidedly different now, and I am convinced that it Is because I stopped coffee and began to use Postum. I can see better now, my eyes are stronger. “A friend of mine did not like Postum, but when I told her to make it like it said on the package, she liked It all rigid.” Name given by Postum Co., Buttle Creek, Mleb. Always boll Pottum well and it will surprise you. Read the little book, “The Road to Wellvllle” In pkgs. “There’s a reason.”