Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 20, Number 42, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 12 April 1890 — Page 2

iBy FLORENCE

CHAPTBB

"Wanted, a Governess mnst b& young." I cat onttho advertisement thug headed eagerly from the Times. I was eighteen, and my youth had been the great obstacle to my getting an engagement now here was some delight* ful advertiser who considered it an advantage. I wrote to the address given, and within a week I was traveling down to Geldham, Norfolk, engaged to teach "one little girl, aged six," at a salary of thirty-five pounds a year. The correspondence had been carried on by my future pupil's father, who said he would meet me at the station at Beaconsburgh, the markelrtowa nearest to Geldham.

It was about five o'clock on an afternoon in early August that I sat at the window of the railway carriage as the train steamed into Beacoirisburgh station. 1 looked out on to the platform. At one end thurc were two young men engaged in securing a large mastiff. I: got out and spoke to the station-master. "There is Mr. Rayner himself, ma'am," said be, pointing toward the two young men with the aog.

One of them was now looking about, as if in search of somebody and I walked timidly toward him. He raised his hat. "Miss Christie?" he said, growing very red. "Yes," said I, bowing and blushing too. "Will you come and show me which is your luggage?"

I jis surprised to find Mr. Rayner so much younger and less self-possessed than I had expected. I followed him and pointed out my boxes. "The dog-cart waiting outside," said he, "let me carry your oag."

I followed him through the station. Ho helped me into the dog-cart and then stood by the head of the brown mare. 1 was trying to get over my bewilderment. Of course I might have known the father of my six-year-old pupil would not be the middle-aged, gray-haired man I had pictured but for him to appear not more than four and twenty was a surprise. He left the mare and stood by mo. We fell into a conversation, in which ho expressed the wish that would not find my duties in the school-room irksome, remarking that ho had always hated school. "X hope your daughter doos not share her father's dislike of school," I broke out, anxiously.

He started and lookod up at me, coloring vividly, and then said: "Did you take me for Mr. RaynerP My name is Reade. Mrs. Rayner sent her brougham for you but a wagon ran into it and took one of the wheels off so I put my cart at your disposal.

'U| m\ JL MUl iUJf til «lli JUUL Uw|/U0iU» ., I hope you don't mind driving in a thing oj^ght glimpses of the marsh -THcethlsf" -A-— _^~~-"J-t«roug:h the thi

"Oh, no!" I said. "That was Mr. Rayner on the platform with me," he went on. "His dog rushed out just as the train came up, and ho asked me to see to your laggage while he hold him. I don't know why he is so long."

As ho spoke, Mr. Rayner himseli ciimo out of the station. I saw that he was a few years older than my eom-

anion,

and bore tho impress of town

ireeding as clearly as Mr. Reade did that of the country. He was slight, well made, with delicate features and a dark golden beard and mustache. He oame up and shook hands with me, apologizing for his delay, and expressing the hope that his sprightly young friend had entertained mo well. "Miss Christie took me for you, Mr. Rayner," said Mr. Reade, shyly reddening again. "And lias now to suffer the awful disappointment of finding that Mr. Rayner is an old fogy, after all. Now, Laurence, my boy, if you want us to get home before the mtst rises, wo had bettor start"

Mr. Rayner sprung up bohind Mr. Reade got up in front by my side and took the reins and off we started. We had

dreary

drive right through Beacons-

burgh down a

Jong

hill lined with tho

old houses

vincial

of the elite

town

a pro

over

then along

small bridge, and

two

miles of straight wilr

low-bordered road over a matWh. The scenery

was

not particularly pretty

but had never lived in the country and everything was new and interesting to me.

How beautifully green everything Is," I remarked, presently. "Yes, rather too green," Mr. Reade rejoined, ruefully. "We have had a wet summer, ana now wo are going to fcave a wet autumn, I believe, and this place will be nothing but a swamp." "JDon't set Miss Christie against tho place, Laureuoe," said Mr. Rayner, rather sharply.

We passed through a low-lying village—some of the houses of which \iero flooded in winter, Mr. Reade told me—up a hill, down a hill, and up another sloping road, at the side of which stretched the marsh again.

There is the Alders, Miss Christie," said he, pointing to a pretty red house, half covered with ivy and surrounded by trees, which stogd on the borders ol the marsh. "Here, Laurence, Fll get down and take the short cut," said Mr. Rayner.

After Mr. Rayner had alighted, Mr. Reade and I drove on. What a lovely place!'* I cried, enthusiastically.

My companion remained silent

And oh, what a beautiful pond! I do believe it has water-lilies! and how delightfully cool the house looks, with ivy all over it to keep outthe hot son!"

Yes, and to keep In the cold moisttire, Miss Christie. That ivy ought to be torn down to make the place fit to Uve in. It it no better than a pest* house!" he went on, getting more and more excited. I wouldn't let a labor* erlhwiait!" "A laborer woa*t hara a obaace tmtil ray taaae is np, Lanrtsnoe," said Mr. Rayner, dryly, eoming oat of a path among the trees. An* &e two man exchanged looks which showed (bat at the bottom of tibair heart* thay

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were not friends, We drove slowly door, which was open, and untidy-looking servant came oat and carried in my ooxes. -I

down to the hall* a gaunt,

Mr. Reade helped me down and stood by me, apparently examining the harness. Then he seized a moment, when' Mr. Rayner was speaking to the servant, to stoop and say to me, in a low voice:

Don't let them put yon near Mrs. Rayner1s room." I could not ask why, for the next moment he said good-bye and was walking by the side of the dog cart up the drive that led to the road. A distressing sense of loneliness came over me. Mr. Rayner, absorbed by his letters, had gone into the house forgetting to ask me in the servant had disappeared with my last box. Instead of following her, I stood watching the dog-cart and its owner out of sight, until anarsh woman's voice startled me.

Won't you come in? I'm to show you to your room." It was the gaunt servant' who addressed me. 1 turned and followed her into a low long hall, dark, cool and old-fashioned up an oak-lined staircase, through a few short and inconvenient passages, to a corner room, shabby, aark and bare-looking, where my boxes were already installed. Isat down on one of these, the only friendly thing I had with me, and began to cry. Somebody might at least have come to the door to meet me! I thought of Mr. Reade's words, and began to wonder with anew sense of dread what Mrs. Rayner was like. Was she an invalidP Was she—madP If not, why had she left the correspondence about her child's governness entirely to her husband. My tears dried, slowly, and I was scarcely ready when the servant returned to tell me that tea was waitfor me. But my curiosity was [y to be sharpened. Tea was prepared for me alone, the servant saying that Mr. Rayner was busy, and had had his taken into the study. Not a word about Mrs. Rayner—no sign of a pupil! So great was my anxiety that I forgot how nunger I was, and in* few minutes I had finished my tea, and was standing by the window looking out into the garden.

It was not yet seven o'clock and a bright summer evening. OQ the side of the dining-room a pfiossy lawn stretched right up to the French windows. I opened one ofethese and went out. I had never geen such a beauti ful garden befop^. The house was built on the very border of the marsh, at the bottom faf a hill which sloped down, covered with trees, toward the dining-rQoin side of the house. I made my way' round to the front and the moss-grown portico—from here one

thick trees. I followed cut through them, facing

grass-path the front of tho house, until I oame to tho pond which had excited my admiration from the dog-cart. Here the vegetation grew unchecked. The wator was half covered with smooth green duck-weed and water lilies. The path 1 had followed continued through the trees, within a few feet of the pond, to tho outer edge of the little wood which inclosed the nouso and garden there a few rough steps over the fenoe connected it with the footpath along the borders of the marsh, which joined the road at the descent of tho hill. This was the short out by whioh Mr. Rayner had reached the hotwo before ug that afternoon.

I had turned back toward th® garden, and was close to the pond, wnen I heard a low crooning sound which seemed to come out of the ground at my feet Looking about, I saw sitting among tho reeds, at the very edge of the water a tiny elfish-looking child, about two years old, in a dirty white frock and pinafore, with a small pale wrinkled face and thin straight rod hair, who went on with her monotonous chant without seeming, at all disturbed by tho appearance of a stranger. She only stared at me, without altering her position, when I told her that she must not sit so near tho water, or she would fall in and be drowned but, when I stooped to lift her up, she roved her humanity by screaming oudly and reproaching mo in ljaby language too indistinct for me to understand. 1 supposed her to be the child of the gardener or of some neighboring cottager, and, not quite knowing what to do with her, I carried her, stall screaming, to the house, where I met the servant whom I had already seen.

I found this child sitting, with her feet nearly in the pond!" I said, tragically. oh, yes, miss, there's no keeping her away from tho pond! She's there pretty nearly all day by herself. Come now, Mona, its time for you to go to bed. Dirty little girl, look at your pinafore!"

She took the child from me, tad, as there was nothing to invite me to stay in-doors, I went out again, this time on the side of the house which faced the marsh. Here the grass grew rankly to the very walls, and my feet sank into little pools which wetted them up to the ankles. However, I went on until within a few feet of a window heavily shaded by snarled and knotted ivy, when I caug&t sight of a woman's face staring intently at me through the glass. As soon as I saw the sunken face and large lusterless gray eyes I knew, icr likeness to the child a* the pond, that this was Mrs. Rayner. I retreated in as leisurely a manner as could, trying to look as If I had not seen her for there was something In the eager, hopeless stare of her eyes as mine met them which made me fedl like a spy.

I went back to my room and wrote a letter to my mother. I did not toll her of the strange impressions made upon my mind by what I had seen and heard, for she was a gentle, nervous woman, and I feared to distress her. So I contented myself with the general desextotlon of the place. I had to finish this by eandle-light and when I had ended I rose and went to the window tojgbre

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one more look at the scene under a new aspect. My window, I afterward found, was over the one at which I had seen Mm Rayner's face: it was high enough from the ground for me to have, through the gaps between the trees, a good view of the marsh and the hills beyond. f|

A low cry of admiration burst from me as I looked out. Over all the wide expanse of marsh lay a white mist, rising oalv a few feet from the firround. but so thick as to look like & silver lake in the moonlight The mist was dense under my window, too, on the veiy grass that I had waded through a oonple of hours before. As I looked out a shiver passed over me, and I drew in my head with a sudden change of thought "How cold it Is! Mr. and Miy Rayner must be devoted admirers the picturesque to live in a house tl^^fc must be so very damp!''

CHAPTER IL

I Witts dc

Mi in the dining-room

next morning, with the unfailing punctuality of a new-comer, at the sound of the breakfast-bell, before any one else was there. Mir. Rayner came in in a few minutes, handsome, cheerful, but rather preoccupied: and I was' listening to his bright small talk with the polite strangers smile, when I discovered, without having heard any sound, that Mrs. Rayner was in ther room. She had glided in liko a ghost^' and was standing at the table, waiting. I was thankful to see that there was no trs»ce of the steadfast, eager gaze which had disconcerted me on the night be' fore, nothing but the limpest indifference to mc in the way in which sh« held out her hand when her husband introduced me. "She must have been pretty ten ears ago," I thought, as I looked fct cr thin face, with the fair faded complexion and dull gray eyes. There was a gentleness about her which would have been grace still, if she had taken any pains to set off by a little womanly coquetry her slim girl-like figure, small thin hands, and the masses of long brown hair which were carelessly and unbecomingly dragged away from hfct forehead and twisted upon her head,

Then the door opened, and the servants came in to prayers, with the elfish baby and a pretty delicate-looki child, blue-eyed and fair-haired, was presented to me as Haidee, upil.

Nobody talked during the meal but Ikj Rayner, and the only other noticeabj thing was the improper behavior of tf baby, who ain.ed a blow with a at her father when he papspiv ./\ihair toe^nt himself some jxtiil meat He saw iVT 1 laugh her.

It iff extraordinary tiling, Miss Christie," said he "but that child hates me." ^4

I thought he spoke In fun

but, be

fore I had been long at the Alders,|[ found that it was true that this mo§t unpleasant baby's strongest feelin was dislike of her father. She wou not even take sweets from his hand.

Were you not surprised, Miss Christie," said Mr. Rayner, durin breakfast, at the wording of my vertisementP" 4 "Tea, Mr. Rayner."

My wife was afraid'that it would frighten off many desirable"* young ladies by its ogreish abruptness. The fact is, the lady who has just left us, quite a typical instructress of forty, with prominent teeth and glasses, nearly frightened our lives out She wouldn't talk, and my wife wants a cheerful companion. Moreover, Bhe threatened to prosecute me for decoying her to so damp a place. So we registered a solemn vow that we would have nothing to do with hoar antiquity again." "How could she say anything against such a lovely place?" said I.

Well, now, Miss Christie, I have sometimes thought the plaoe damp myself but my wife has got attached to it haven't you, Lola?"

Yes," said Bhe, without a sign ol feeling or interest

And so we remain," he went on, You must know, Miss Christie, that I am a penniless wretch, dependent on my wife km I not, Lola?" He turned playfully to her. "Notquite that," Baid she, gently, but with no more warmth than before.

Practically I am," he persisted. She was an heiress, I a rained spendthrift, when she married me. Yet she trusted me: and the only condition she would allow her friends to make was that I should settle in the country—out of reach of temptation, you see. Miss Christie."

He spoke with some feeling, and looked affectionately at his wife but she remained as impassive as ever.

I could not help feeling rather so for Mr. Rayner. He was always kin and attentive to his wife but she was always the same, lijnp» nerveless, apathetic, speaking when necessary In a low, soft voice, slowly, with many auscs. She had a habit of letting the ast words of a sentence die away upon her lips, and then, after a few mo* mentsi as if by an effort, she would say

Ii ne

them aloud. 1 soon grew quite afraid of her, uid, being anxious to shake off

this strange diffidence,! offered to read

to her when my short hours of study with myjpupil were over. She accepted my offer, and I went into the draw-ing-room that very afternoon and read several chapters "Adam Bede." 1 stopped at the end of each chapter waiting for some comment, but she only said: "Thank you," very gently, and, when I asked if I should go on: "Yes, if it will not tire you,"

Presently I found out that she was not listening, but that she was sitting with her hands in her lap, while her eyes were fixed on the garden outside, with a deep sadness in them which contrasted strangely with her usual apathetic indifference to all things. Still I read on, until such a heavy despairing sigh broke from her pale lips that I involuntarily stopped short my reading, and raised my eyes, with tears in them, to hers. She started and turned toward me. A little color came toliercheeks I oonld see her breast heaving through the muslin gown she Wore she half stretched out one band toward me, and In another moment I believe she would have called me to her aids, when a voice from behind her chair started ta both-

Mr. had entered the roam go •afgy that *e had no#be®id him.

**You look tired, my dearest Lola, said he, gently "you had better go and lie down for a little while."

At the sound of her husband's voice Mrs. Rayner had shrunk back into her usual statuesque self, like a sensitive plant touched by rough fingers, timidly offered to read her to sleep, but she declined, and took the arm her husband held out, and left the room with him.

After tliat, her reserve toward me ivas greater than ever she seemed reluctant to accept the smallest service of common courtesy at my hands. I was hurt as well as puzzled by this and, being too young and timid to make any further advances, the distance betweeojne and the silent sad lady grew greater thsin ever.

An attempt that Mr. Rayner made a few days after the above scene to draw as together only sent us further apart He came into the school-room just as Haidee and I were finishing the day's lessons, and dismissed her into the garden.

The child is very like her mother in the face don't you think so?" said he. "But I am afraid she will never have her mother's strength of intellect My wife does not give herself the airs of a clever woman. But you would not have doubted it if you had known her five'years ago."

He was in one of ttose moods of almost embarrassing frankness, during which the only thing possible was to sit and listen quietly, with such sparing comment as would content him. "I dare say," he continued, "it will seem almost incredible to you, but she was one of tbe most brilliant talkers I have ever met, and four years ago she wrote a book which took London by storm. If I were to tell you the

de plume under* which she wrote, you would be afraid of her, for it became at once a sort of proverb for daring of thought and expression. We had a little boy %hen"—his voice seemed to tremble a little—"two years older than Haidee. The two children had been left in the country—in the best of care, mind—while my wife and I spent the season in town it was a duty she owed to society then as one of its brightest ornaments. We heard that the boy was not well but we had no idea that his illness was serious. Well— can" scarcely speak of it even now—the child died, after only two days' illness, away from us. It was on her return from a ball that my wife heard of it She sunk down into a chair, dumb and shivering, without a word or a tear. When at last we succeeded in rousing her from this state, she took off her beautiful jewels—you have heard she was an heiress—and flung them from her with a shudder of disgust. She has never looked at tbem since.

He paused for a few minutes, and I sat waiting for him to continue, too much interested to say much.

I hoped that the depression into which she sunk would wear off but instead, it only grew deeper. After her boy's death, my wife would never even visit town again. When Mona was born, I hoped she would reawaken to interest in li|e. Instead of that, her apathy deepened, until now, she raises a barrier between herself and the life around her which to strangers is often insurmountable. I have been looking for au opportunity to tell you this, Miss Christie, as I was afraid you were offended by her strange manner the other day when you were reading to her. When I came in, I thought you looked rather frightened, and I supposed that something you had read had recalled her grief, and perhaps led to one of those outbreaks whion sometimes cause me the gravest anxiety."

I understood what he meant but I would not allow myself to appear alarmed by the suggestion. Mr. Rayner went on: rC"I fancied I caught sight of a wild look in her eyes, which is sometimes called up in them by a reference to the past, or even by a sudden vivid flash of memory. At such times only I, with the power of my long-tried affection, can calm her instanUy. Do not imagine that she would ever be violent but she might be incoherent enough to frighten you. Tell me, had she said anything that day before I came in which alarmed or puzzled you?" "No, Mr. Rayner: she scarcely spoke while I read to her." "Was there anything in what you were reading likely to c&l up memories of the dreadful time to which I have alluded?" «*I think not No—none." "I need not warn you, Miss Christie/ to avoid afl reference to that subject talking to hev. I still hope she may recover her former health and spirits, and consent to move away from this place for a little change. I have often begged her to do so, but so far without success. I can not bear to be harsh with her, and there is an iron strength of resistance in that woman of strong intellect but weak frame, which I can not overcome. But believe me that underneath all she has a warm heart still. And I am sure you will spare a little sympathy for me, condemned to seethe wife I adore living a shut-up life, as it were, seelning to ignore the undying affection of whioh she vast rtUl be conscious."

There was something so winnjog in his voice and manner as he said these last .words that I felt for the moment even more sorry for him than for her, and I took the hand he held out as he rose to go, and looked up with all the frank sympathy I felt He seemed touched by it, for, as if by a sudden impulse, he stooped andlethislips lightly touch my hand then, pressing it once more in his, with a look of almost grateful kindliness, he left the room.

I was a little suprised by this demonstration, which 1 thought rather out of place to a dependent Bat he was an impulsive man, the very opposite in all things to his cold, statuesque wife, and the union between them seemed sometimes like a bond between the dead and the living. rhen I thought over all that he had me, after he had left the room, it was impossible not to come to the conclusion that the fault in this most uncomfortable household was chiefly on the side of Mrs. Rayner. I had never seen a more attentive, long-suffering husband, nor a more coldly irritating wife* I judged Mr. Eayner to be aeor

ciablo man, fond of conversation and society. It was true ha often spoke satirically of the society the neighborhood afforded, and maae me laugh by his humorous descriptions. But I fancied that dull as it might be, he would have been glad of such society as there was in the vicinity, and from the bitterness with which he laughed at the paltry pride of small country gentlemen, I imagined he must have been enubbed by some of them.

The first Sunday after my arrival ivassowet tbat we could not go to jhurch, so that I had been there a fortlight before I saw a general gathering jf the inhabitant^. But on the very lay previous to this event I had an encounter with two of the ladies of the aeighborhood which left a most unpleasant impression upon my mind. Haidee and I were taking our morning walk, when a big Newfoundland dog rushed through a gap in the hedge ana frightened my poor little pupil so much that she began to scream. Then a young girl of about fourteen or fifteen, to whom the dog belonged, came up to the hedge, and said that she was sorry he had frightened the child, but that he would not hurt her. And she and I, having soothed Haidee, exchanged a tittle talk about the field and her dog before we parted, my pupil and I going on by the road while the girl remained in the field. We were only a few steps away when I heard the voice of another girl addressing her rather sharply:

rmn

Who was that you were talking to, Alice?" ,4 Tho aii&wer was given in a lower voice. "Well," the other went on, "you should not have spoken to her. Don't you know she comes from the house on the marsh?"

CHAPTER III.

The shock given me by those few overheard .words—"You should not feave spoken to her. Don't you know she comes from the house on the marsh?"—was so great that I lay awake half the night, asking myself whether it would be wise to stay in a houso to which it was plain that a mystery of some sort was clinging. At last when my nerves were calmed somewhat and I began to feel sleepy, I made up my mina to set down those unlucky words

words as the prejudiced utter

ance ol some narrow-minded country

girl, to whom tho least touch of uncon ventionality seemed a dreadful thing* Although Geldham church was only a short distance from the Alders, Mrs. Rayner was not strong enough to walk so she and her husband drove there in the brougham, while Haidee and I went on foot We started before them, and Mr. Rayner was carefully helping his wife out of the carriage as we got to the gate. When she had alighted we all went into the little church.

There was a square family pew just in front of ours, which was empty when we took our seats but, when I rose from my knees, I found fixed upon mc, with a not very friendly stare, the eyes of a girl two or three years older than myself, whom I recognized as the owner of the voice which had said of me.

Don't you know she comes from the house on the marsh?" By her side, therefore also facing me, was the younger sister, with whom I had talked. As for me, I felt that I hated them both, and was glad when the gentleman who was evidently their father changed his position so that he almost hid them from my sight Next to him sat a stout lady, who wore a black silk mantle covered with lace and beads and a white bonnet trimmed with yellow bows and unlikely clusters of roses. My heart sunk curiously when I caught sight of the third person in the row, at the further end of the pew. It was Mr. Laurence Reade, mv friend of the dogcart: and I felt as if a trusted ally had suddenly proved to be an officer in the enemy's camp. Having found myself in an uncongenial household, I had unconsciously looked forward to seeing again, at some time or other, the only person I had met since I came to Norfolk to whom no associations of mystery or melancholy were attached. And now to meet him with those horrid girls! He was their brother evidently, for the elder harpooned him sharply with her sunshade several times for dozing during the service but, when the sermon began and he had settled himself sideways in the corner with the plain intention of sleeping through the entire discourse, and the devout girl made a desperate lunge at him to rouse him once for all, he quietly took the weapon from her and luoked it under thereat I rejoiced at this, and so missed the text, which was given out during the struggle.

When the sermon was over, and we filed out of church, I noticed that old Mr. Reade exchanged a few words with Mr. Rayner rather stiffly, while the two girls deliberately turned their heads away from us. But Mr. Laurence Reade hung back behind the rest of his family, and stopped to speak to Hae'dee, who was holding my hand. He asked her to give him a kiss, and she refused—and I was very ad. Of course, ft was my duty to reuke her for rudeness but instead, I looked carefully the other way and pretended not to be aware of the little comedy.

Oh, Haidee, you shouldn't turn away from your friends!" said he, in his musical voice, with rather more of grave reproach than the occasion required—to a child.

At dinner Mr. Raytier waft

veiy

severe indeed in his comments upon rustic wits and rustic governors, calling them sheep and donkeys and other things. Then he grew merry and made jokes about them, and I laughed and, finding in mc an appreciative listener, his spirits rose still higher, and I thought before dinner was over that I had never heard any one talk more amusingly. I think Mrs. Rayner made only one remark, and that was when 1 was furtively wiping some Sears of laughter from my eyes, sheasked me:

Do you care to go to church this afternoon, Miss Christie?" I suppose I looked rather snubbed* for Mr. Rayner broke in: 'Poor girl, how frightened you look at the bought! Know then, Miss Christie, that it is not one of the conditions of residence under this moist but

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DRUNKENNESS

Or tbe Iiiguor Flab.- Posltlrclr Cnrtd by AdaiiiilflterlnA, Or. HaineaV Golden Specific. It can be (riven In a con of coffee or tea without the Knowledge of thejpereon taking it: Is absolateley harmless, anrl will effect a permanent and speedy cure, whether the patient is a moderate drinker or an alcoholic wrecK. Thousands of drunkards have been made temperate men who have taken Golden: Specific In their coffee without their knowledge and to day believe «jey quit drinking of their own free will. IT FAILS. Tbe system once Impregnated with tho 8p»Iflc, It becomes an utter Impossibility for tfee liquor appetite to exist. Forsaleby

JAB. E. SOMES, Druggist,

Ctor. 8th and Ohio at*., Terre Haute, In*.

GRATIS FIJI/—COMFORTING.

Epps's Cocoa

BREAKFAST*

"By a thorough knowledge of tbe natural laws which govern tbe operations of digestion and nutrition, and by a careful application of the fine properties of well-selected Coeoa, Mr. Epps has provided our breakfast tables with a delicately flavored beverage which may save as many heavy doctors' bills. It is by the judicious use of such articles of diet tbat a constitution may be gradually built np until strong enough to resist every tendency to disease. unareds of subtle malaare floating around us ready to attack wherever there & a weak point may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortified with pore Wood and a properly nourished frame.f'~{CT/ll Service

Made simply with boiling water or

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