The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 36, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 5 January 1911 — Page 3

: I John Henry’s ”J] ’ TELEGRAM • I By GEORGE V. HOBART

Bunch was out of the toils of the ilaw. He i had loaned me his countryhouse for a day, and I had presented it to Clara J. intending to take it right bacji. I had used ghost stories , and burgers as levers with which to pry her.lbose from her ownership of Trouble villa, but she wouldn’t part with it Bunch, as the phoney burglar, had been gathered In by the village constabulary, but had escaped; and I was" returning from the shadow •f the pew. ’ When lireached the cottage I found «n the members of my household pressed for the day and lined up on the piazza, Oager for newa from the battlefield}; I “Gee whiz!” exclaimed Uncle Peter, *the boy !is bareheaded! Where’s your bat John?” ,■ “Mercy! i I hope you’re not scalped!” 'Aunt Martha cried, sympathetically. * I explained that the desperado put inp a stiff fight against Diggs the eonbtable and myself; warming up to the Subject, i went into the details of a hand-to-ha id struggle that made them all shiver and blink their lanterns. When finally I finished with the statement that the robber knocked us iboth down and had made a successful break for liberty. Uncle Peter gave expression to a yell of dismay, and once iagain he and his bow and arrow held a reunion.! Aunt Ma rtha had just about decided to untie aj fit of hysterics when Clara J. reached for the kerosene bucket *nd threw oil on the troubled waters. “Let’s drop all this nonsense about burglars and ghosts and go to breakfast,” she suggested. “I don’t believe there ever was a ghost within sixty miles of this hojise, and to save my

' —jy* — IT If ' ; “And Who Are the Two Queens?” She Queried Bitterly.

*oul I couldn’t be afraid of a burglar [whose specialty consisted of falling in the cellar and swearing tiE help came!” After breakfast I was dragged away to the brook to fish for lamb chops or whatever kind of an animal it Was that Uncje Peter and Tacks decided "would bite. Aunt Martha posted off to the city on urgent business, the nature of Which she carefully concealed from everybody. Clara J. said she’d be delighted to have the ( house all to herself for) an hour or two, there were so* many rooms toi look through and so many plans to make. Uncle (Peter gave her his bow and arrow with fu]l instructions how to Bhoot if danger threatened, and Tacks carefully ri’bbSJ the steps leading up to the piazza, with soap so the burglar would fall and break his neck. Then the little shrimp called my attention to his handiwork and demonstrated its availability by slipping thereon himself and going the whole distance on his face. He didn’t break his neck, however, so to my mind his "burglar alarm failed to make good. The fact that Bunch was sore worried me, and I began to realize that it’ was now only a question of a tew hours when I’d have to crawl up to Clara J. and hand in my resignation. Ever/ time I drew a picture of that scene and heard myself telling her I was nothing but a fawn-colored fourflush I could see my ftfture putting on the mitts and "getting ready to hand !me one. And when I thought of the dish of fairy tales I had cooked for that girl I could feel something running around in my head and trying to hide. I suppose it was my conscience, getting even with me for telling her I had bought her a country house, to explain the missing numbers from my pay envelope, which had in reality been left with the bookmakers at the frack. - * ° At the brook Uncle Peter began to brow out hints that he was the original lone fisherman. The lobster never lived that could back away from him, (and as for fly casting, well, he was piscatorial Peter, the Fancy Fish Qharmer from Fishkill.

The old gentleman is very rich, but he loves to live around with his relatives, not because he’s stingy, but simply because he likes them and knows they are good listeners. Uncle Peter sat down on a rock overhanging the clay bank • which sloped up about four feet above the lazy brooklet. He carefully arranged his expensive rod, placed his fish basket near by and entered into a dissertation on angling that would make old Ike Walton get up and leave the aquarium. In the meantime Tacks, decided to do some bait fishing, so witn an old case knife he sat down behind Unde Peter and began to dig under the rock for worms. “Fishing is the sport of kings,” the old man chuckled; “an’ it’s a long eel that won’t turn when trodden upon. you’re sot going to fish, John, do sit down! You’re throwing a shadow over the water and that scares the finny monsters. A fish diet is great for the brain, John! You should eat more fish.” “There’s many a true word spoken from the chest,” I sighed, just as Uncle Peter made his first cast and cleverly wound about eight feet of line around a spruce tree on the opposite bank. The old man began to boll with excitement as he pulled and tugged In an effort to untangle his line, and just about this time Tacks became the author of another spectacular drama. In the search for the elusive worm that feverish youth known as Tacks, the Hyman Catastrophe, had finally succeeded in prying the rock loose, and immediately thereafter Uncle Peter dropped his rod with a yell ofter-

ror and proceeded to follow the man from Copk’s. The rock reached the brook first, but the old gentleman gave it a warm hustle down the bank and finished a close second. He was in the money, all right. Tacks also ran —but In an opposite direction. For some little time my spluttering relative sat dumbfounded in about two feet of dirty water, and when finally I dipped him out of the drink he looked like a busy wash-day. Everything was damp but his ardor. However, with characteristic good nature, he squeezed the water out of his pockets and declared that it was Just the kind of exercise he needed. He made me promise not to tell Martha, because she was very much opposed to his going in bathing on account of the undertow. Then I sneaked him up to his room and left him to change his clothes. On the piazza I found Clara J., her ! face shrouded in the afterglow of a wintry sunset. She handed me a telegram minus the envelope and asked me, with a . voice that was intended to be cuttingly sarcastic, “Is there any answer?” I opened the message and read: New York. John Henry, Jiggersville, N. T. The two queens will be out this afternoon they are good girls so treat them white. BUNCH. The unspeakable idiot, to send me a wire worded like that! No wonder Clara J. was sitting on the ice-cream freezer! Os course it only meant that Bunch’s sister and her daughter were coming out to look at their property, which Clara J. thought was hers, but—suffering mackerel! what an eye Clara J. was giving me! “And who are the two queens?” she queried, bitterly. My face grew redder and redder. Every minute I expected to turn into a complete boiled lobster. I could see somebody reaching for the mayonnaise to sprinkle me. “Well,” she continued, “is there no ' answer? Os course they are good r gltia, ant you’ll treat them wqtta

but—” Then the heavens opened the floods descended. “Oh, John!” she sobbed; “how could you be so unkind, so crfiel! Think of it, a scandal on the very first day 11 my new home, and I was so happy!” I would confess everything. Then was no other way out of it. I was oi my knees by her side just about t< blurt forth the awful truth when mj courage failed and suddenly I switched my bet and gave the cards anothei cut. “It’s all a mistake,” I whispered, “it’s only Bunch Jefferson doing i comedy scene. Don’t you understand dear; when Bunch tries to get funnj all the undertakers have a busy sea son. I simply don’t know who he means by the two queens, and as fol scandal, well, you know me, Pete!” I threw out my chest and gave an imitation of St. Anthony. “You must know who he means,’ she insisted, brightening a bit, how ever. # . “Ah, I have it,” I cried, brave-heart ed liar that I was; “he means mj Aunt Eliza and her daughter Juliaf You remember Aunt Eliza, and Julia?* “I never heard you speak of then before,” she said, still unconvinced. Good reason, too, for up to this aw ful moment I never had an Aunt Elizi or a cousin Julia, but relatives musl be found to fit the emergency. “Oh, you’ve forgotten, my dear,” 1 said, soothingly. “Aunt Eliza ani Julia are two of the best aunts I evei had —er, I mean Aunt Eliza la thi best cousin—well, let it go at thatl Bunch may have met them on th( street, you see, and they inquired fol my address. Yes, that’s it Dear old Aunt Eliza!” “Is she very old?” Clara J. asked willing to be convinced if I could de liver the goods. “Old,” I echoed, then, suddenly re membering Bunch's description; “oh no; she’s a young widow, aboui twenty-eight or forty-one, somewhen along in there. You'll like her im mensely, but I hope she doesn’t comt out until we get settled in a year of two.” Clara J. dried her eyes, but I couU see that she hadn’J restored me to he: confidence as a member in good stand ing. She pleaded a headache and wen away to her room,’ while I sat dowi with Bunch’s telegram in my hand, and tried to find even a cowpatl through the woods. Uncle Peter came out, none th< worse for his cold plunge. “Ah, my boy, isn’t this delightful!* he cried, drinking in the air. “There* nothing like the country, I tell you! Look at that view! Isn’t it grand! John, to be frank with you, up unti I saw this place I didn’t have mucl faith in your ability as a businest man, but now I certainly admire you; wisdom in selecting a spot like thiswhat did it cost you?” Cost me! So far it had cost me ai attack of nervous prostration, but couldn’t tell him that. I hesitated foj the simple reason I hadn’t tht faintest idea what the place had cosl Bunch. 1 had been too busy to asl him. “It’s all right, John,” the old felloe went on; “don’t think me too inquisi tive. A rubberneck Is the root of all evil. It’s only because I’ve beet watching you rather closely since w< came out here and you seem to b< nervous about something. I had ai idea maybe it took all your readj money to buy the place, and possiblj you regret spending so much —bu' don’t you do it! The best day’s worl you ever did was when you bough! this place!” < “Yes, I believe you!” I sighed, wear lly, as I turned to look down the road I stiffened in the chair, for I sav my finish in the outward form of tw< women rapidly approaching the house “It’s Bunch’s sister and her daugh ter,” I moaned to myself. “Well, 1’1! be generous and let the blow fall first on Uncle Peter!” Accordingly, I madi a quick exit. In the kitchen I found Clara J., he> headache forgotten, busily preparing to cook the dinner. She’s a foxy little bundle of peaches that girl Is; and I was wise to the fact that her suspicion factory was stil working overtime, turning out mate rial for the brain was busy running to th» 4epot to meet the scandal Bunch’s tel hinted at, but she pretended to catch step and walk along with me “John,” she said, “I certainly d« hope your ralatlves won’t come out for some little time, because we reallj aren’t ready for visitors, now are we dear?” “Indeed we are not,” I groaned. “I can’t help thinking it awfullj strange that you should be notified oi their coming by Mr. Jefferson, and n such peculiar language,” she said after a pause. "Didn’t I tell you Bunch Is a lon comedian?” I said, weakly. “Besides he knows them very well. Aunt Fannj Is very fond of Bunch.” “Aunt Fanny,” she repeated, drop ping a tin pan to the floor with a crash; “I thought you said her nam« , was Eliza?” i “Sure thing!” I chortled, while my | heart fell off its perch and dropped ; in my shoes. “Her name is Eliza I Fanny; some of us call her Aunt Elisa , some Aunt Fanny—see?” She hadn’t time to see, for at that moment Tacks rushed in exclaiming; “Say, sister, they’s two strange women on the piazza talking to Uncle Peter, and maybe when they go one'ot them will fall down the steps if 1 put some more soap there!” Like a whirlwind he was gone again. Clara J. simply looked at me queerly and said, “The queens are here; treat them white, John!” I felt as happy as a piece of cheese. /ONavKi&ht. by TV- JDillixMxlxajraa

■ ■!■■■ —i.i i ■ ir■—mill in H One F».«n tha Ceahle*. I The harmfesa customer leaned I! Across the cigar counter and smiled j engagingly at the new cashier. As he handed across the amount his dinner check called for he ventured a bit of i converse, for be was of that sort. “Funny.” said be. "how easy it is to spend money.” “Well,” snapped the cashier as she fed his fare to the register, “if money was intended for you to hold on to the mint, would be turning out coins with handles on ’em.” * Had Money in Li mps. Charles H. Rosenberg of Bavaria bad lumps on his shoulders, elbows, and hips when he arrived here from Hamburg on the Kaiserin Auguste Vlc- , toria. In fact, there was a series of smaller lumps along his spine, much like a mountain range, as it is presented on a bas-relief map. The lumps were about the size of good Oregon apples, and as Rosenberg passed before the immigration doctor for observation, the doctor said softly to himself, “See that lump.” Then he asked Mr. Rosenberg to step aside. “You seem like a healthy man,” said the doctor, “but I cannot pass you until I know the origin of those lumps On your body.” “Ah, it is not a sickness,” laughed tZi man frt>m Bavaria. “Those swellings Is money.” Taking off his coat he broke open a sample lump and showed that it contained SSOO in American bank notes. He informed the doctor that he had SII,OOO in all, with which he was going to purchase an apple orchard in Oregon. He was admitted to the country.— iWew York Tribune. Why He Laughed. Miss Mattle belonged to the old south, and she was entertaining a guest of distinction. On the morning following his arrival ihe told Tillie, the little colored maid, to take a pitcher of fresh water to Mr. Firman’s room, and to say that Miss Mattie sent him her compliments, and that if he wanted a bath, the bathroom was at his service. When Tillie returned she said: “I tol’ him, Miss Mattie, en’ he ’•ughed fit to bus’ hisself.” “Why did he laugh, Tillie?” “I dunno.” “What did you tell him?” “Jus’ what you tol’ me to.” “Tillie, tell me exactly what you laid.” “I banged de doah, and r said, ‘Mr. Firman, Miss Mattie sends you her lub, and she says, ‘Now you can get up and wash yo’self!”—Lippincott’s Magazine. Where He Was Queer. The negro, on occasions, displays a fine discrimination in the choice of words. “Who’s the best white-washer In town?” inquired the new resident “Ale Hall am a bo’nd a’tist with a whitewash brush, sah,” answered the colored patriarch eloquently. “Well, tell him to come and whitewash my chicken house tomorrow.” Uncle Jacob shook his head dubk ously. “Ah don’ believe, sah, ah’d engage Ale Hall to whitewash a chickenhouse, sah.” “Why, didn’t you say he was a good whitewasher?” “Yes, sah, a powe'ful good whitewasher, sah; but mighty queer about a chicken house, sah, mighty queer!” —Mack’s National Monthly. MAKE UP YOUR MIND. If you'll make up your mind to be Contented with your lot And with the optimists agree That trouble’s soon forgot, Tou’ll be surprised to find, I guess. Despite misfortune’s darts, What constant springs of happiness Lie hid in human hearts; What sunny gleams and golden dreams The passing years unfold. How soft and warm the Jovelight beams When you are growing old.

What About Brain Food? This Question Came Up in the Recent Trial for Libel.

A "Weekly** printed some criticisms of the claims made for our foods. It evidently did not fancy our reply printed in various newspapers, and brought suit for llbeL At the trial some Interesting facts came out Some of the chemical and medical experts differed widely. The following facts, however, were quite clearly established: Analysis of brain by an unquestionable authority, Geoghegan, shows of Mineral Salts, Phosphoric Acid and Potash combined (Phosphate of Potash), 2.91 per cent of the total, 6.33 of all Mineral Salts. This is over .one-half. Beaunis, another authority, shows "Phosphoric £cld combined” and Potash 73.44 per 1 cent from a total of 101.07. 1 Considerable more than one-half of Phosphate of Potash. Analysis of Grape-Nuts shows: Potassium | and Phosphorus, (which join and make Phosphate of Potash), is considerable more than one-half of all the mineral salts In the food. Dr. Geo. W. Carey, an authority on the constituent elements of the body, says: “The gray matter of the brain Is controlled entirely by the Inorganic cell-salt, Potassium Phosphate ■ (Phosphate of Potash). This salt unites with albumen and by the addition of oxygen creates nerve fluid or the gray matter of the brain. Os course, there is a trace of other salts and other organic matter in nerve fluid, hut Potassium Phosphate is the chief factor, and has the power within Itself to attract, by Its own

Acted Like the Genuine. I ■ “The landlady says that new boarter is a foreign nobleman.” “Bogus, I’ll bet” “Oh, I don’t know. He may be the real thtag. He hasn’t paid her a cent as yet.” I More Human Nature. Grouchly—By denying myself three ten-cent cigars dally for the past 20 years I figure that I have saved $2,190. Moxley—ls that so?” Grouchly—Yes. Say, let me have a chew of your tobacco, will you? Thanks to Burnt Cork. “Gosh! But the colored race is acomln’ to the front fasti* whispered innocent Uncle Hiram, at the vaudeville show, as the black-face comedian was boisterously applauded. “Yes, indeed,” smiled the city man; “anyone can see that that fellow is a self-made negro.” Lo, the Rich Indian. The per capita wealth of the Indian is approximately $2,130, that for other Americans Is only a little more than $1,300. The lands owned by the Indians are rich in oil, timber and other natural resources of all kinds. Some of the best timber land in the United States Is owned by Indians. The value of their agricultural lands runs up In the millions. The ranges which they possess support about 500,0W sheep and qattle, owned by lessee*, bringing in a revenue of more than $272,000 to the various tribes besides providing feed for more than 1,500,000 head of horses, cattle, sheep and goats belonging to the Indians themselves. Practically the only asphalt deposits In the United States are on Indian lands. —Red Man. No Slang for Her. “Slip me a brace of cackles?” ordered the chesty-looking man with a bored air, as he perched on the first stool tn the lunchroom. “A what?” asked the waitress, as she placed a glass of water before him. “Adam and Eve flat on their backs! A pair of sunnysiders! ” said the young man in an exasperated tone. “You got me, Rid,” returned the waitress. “Watcha want?” “Eggs up,” satd the young man. “‘E-g-g-s,’ the kind that come before the hen or after, I never knew which.” “Why didn’t you say so in the first place?” asked the waitress. “You’d a had ’em by this time.” “Well, of all things ” said the young man. “I knew what he was drivin’ at all the time,” began the waitress as the young man departed. “But he’s one of them fellers that thinks they can get by with anything. He don’t know that they’re using plain English now in restaurants.” The League of Politeness. The League of Politeness has been formed in Berlin. It aims at inculcating better manners among the people of Berlin. It was founded upon the Initiative of Fraulein Cecelie Meyer, who was Inspired by an “existing organization in Rome. In deference to the parent organization the Berlin league has chosen the Italian motto, “Pro gentilezza.” This will be emblazoned upon an attractive little medal worn where Germans are accustomed to wear the insignia of orders. The idea is that a glaance at the “talisman” will annihilate any Inclination to indulge in bad temper or discourteous language. “Any polite person” Is eligible for membership. The "Country Churchyard.” Those who recall Gray’s “Elegy 1b a Country Churchyard” will remember that the peaceful spot where “the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep” is identified with St. Giles’, Stoke Poges, Buckinghamshire. In the prosaic pages of a recent issue of the Gazette there appears an order in council providing that ordinary Interments are henceforth forbidden In the churchyard.

law of affinity, all things needed to manufacture the elixir of life.” Further on he says: "The beginning and end of the matter is to supply the lacking principle, and in molecular form, exactly as nature furnishes it in vegetables, fruits and grain. To supply deficiencies —this Is the only law of cure.” The natural conclusion is that if Phosphate of Potash is the needed mineral element in brain and you use food which does not contain It, you have brain fag because its daily loss is not supplied. On the contrary, If you eat food known to be rich in this element, you place before the life forces that which nature demands for brain-building. In the trial a sneer was uttered because Mr. Post announced that he had made years of research in this country and some clinics of Europe, regarding the effect of the mind on digestion of food. But we must be patient with those who sneer at facts they know nothing about Mind does not work well on a brain that is brokeif down by lack of nourishment A peaceful and evenly poised mind is necessary to good digestion. Worry, anxiety, fear, hate, &c., &c., directly interfere with or stop the flow of Ptyalin, the digestive juice of the mouth, and also interfere with the flow of the digestive juices of stomach and pancreas. Therefore, the mental state of the individual has much to do (more than vupected) with digestion. |

How Che LearnM. The mother of a ftunlir of three small children was discussing their comparative precocity with a friend. “John was slow at everything,” she said, referring to her oldest ‘Tom was a little better, and Edith, the baby, is the smartest of all. She picks up everything quick as can be.” Master John, who had been ’listening, now contributed his share of the conversation. “Humph!” he exclaimed. “I know why her learns so quick. It’s ’cause her has us and we didn’t have us.” Economy. The late former Governor Allen D. Candler of Georgia was famous in the south for his quhint humor. “Governor Candler,” said a 4li»lnesvllle man, “once rTJndoned <-s*-rs for a pipe at the ber-nning of me year. He stuck to resolve till the year’s end. Then he was heard to say: “ ‘By actual calculation, I have saved by smoking a pipe instead of cigars this year S2OB. But where is itrMoalem Traditions. Ramadan is the month exalted by Moslems above all others. In that month the Koran —according to Moslem tradition*—was brought down by Gabriel from heaven and delivered to men in small sections. In that mouthy Mohammed v?as accustomed to retire from Mecca to the cave of Hlra, for prayer and meditation. In that month Abraham, Moses and other prophets received their divine revelations. In that month the “doors of heaven are always open, the passages to hell are shut, and the devils are chained.” So run the traditions. —The Christian Herald. A Medical Compromise. “You had two doctors in consultation last night, didn’t you?” “Yes.” "What did they say?” • “Well, one recommended one thing and the other recommended something else.” “A deadlock, eh?" “No, they finally told ms to mix ’•■!” Hard on the Mare. Twice, as the bus slowly wended its way up the steep Cumberland Gap, the door at the rear opened and slammed. At first those inside paid little heed; bu< th« third time demanded to know why they should be disturbed In this fashion. “Whist,” cautioned the driver, doan’t spake so loud; she’ll overhear us." “Who?” "The mare. Spake low! Shure, Ol’m desavin th’ crayture. Everry toime she ,’ears th’ door close, she thinks won o’ yez Is gettln’ down ter walk up th’ hill, an’ that sort o’ raises her sperrlts.”—Success Magazine. Exaggeration. On her arrival in New York Mme. Sara Bernhardt, replying to a compliment on her youthful appearance, said: “The secret of my youth? It Is the good God —and then, you know, I work all the time. &ut 2 am a great-grandmother," she continued, thoughtfully, “so how can these many compliments be true? lam afraid my friends are exaggerating.” Mme. Bernhardt’s laugh, spontaneous as a girl’s, prompted a chorus of “No, no!” “Yes,” said the actress, “unconscious exaggeration, like the French nurse on the boulevard. Our boulevards are much more crowded than your streets, you know, and, although we have numerous accidents, things aren’t quite as bad as the nurse suggested. “Her little charge, a boy of six, begged her to stop a while in a crowd, surrounding an automobile accident. ; ‘Please wait,’ the little boy said, 'Want: to see the man who was run over.’ j ‘No; hurry,’ his nurse answered. ’ ‘There will be plenty more to see 1 further on.’ ”

A RetraatiMb t ‘You shouldn’t have caliat Aat MB a pig,” said the conciliatory man. “That’s right," replied the vindictive 1 person. “There is no sense in implying that he’s worth 40 centa a pound to anybody.* 1 Blissful Ignorance. "Were you nervous when you pro posed to your wife?” asked the sentimental person. "No,” replied Mr. Meekton; "but if; I could have foreseen the next ten years I would have been." Economy In Art. "Os course,” said Mr. Sirius Barker, “I want my daughter to have somej' sort of an artistic education. I think Til have her study slngtn*;.” not art or literature?" “Art spoils canvas and paint and 1 literature wastes reams of papery Singing merely produces a temporary disturbance of the atmosphere. H»»-» Thought y "It must have been frightful,” said Mrs. Bosslm to her husband, who was in the- earthquake. “Tell me what was yoifir first thought when you awakened in your room at the hotel and heard the alarm.” .> “My flrst thought was of you,” answered Mr. Bossim. “How noble!” "Yes. First thing I knew, a vase off the m&ntel caught me on the ear; then a chair whirled in my direction, and 'ntien I jumped to the middle oi the room four or five books and a framed picture struck im all at once.* Even after saying that, he affected to wonder what so angry for the remainder of the evening.—Mack’s National Monthly. , New Process of Staining Glass. The art of coloring glass has been lost and resound, jealously guarded and mallclomly stolen so many times in the history of civilization that it seems almost impossible to say anything new on glass staining. Yet a process has been discovered for making the stained glass used in windows which is a departure from anything known at the present time. What tho Venetians and the Phoenicians knew of it we cannot tell. The glass flrst receives its design tn mineral colors apd the whole is then fired in a heat so Intense that the coloring matter and the glass are indissolubly fused. The most attractive feature of this method is that the surface acquires a peculiar pebbled character in the heat, so that when ths glass is in place the lights are delightfully soft and mellow. In making a large window in many shades each panel is separately moulded and bent arid the sections are assembled In a metal frame. Our Voices. I think our conversational Soprano, as sometimes overheard in the cars, arising from a group of young persons who have taken the train at one of our great industrial centers, for instance, young persons of the femals sex, we will say, who have bustled in full dressed, engaged in loud, strident speech, and who, after free discussion, have fixed bn two or more double seats, which having secured, they proceed to eat apples and hand round daguerreotypes—l say, I think the conversational soprano, heard under these circumstances, would not be among the allurements the old enemy would put in requisition were he getyng up a new temptation of St. Anthony. There are sweet voices among us, we all know, and voices not musical, it be, to those who hear them for the first time, yet sweeter to us than any we shall hear until we listen to some warbling angel in .the overtur» to that eternity of blissful harmoales we hope to enjoy. But why j should I tell lies? If my friends love J ma, it is because I try to tell the I trvlh. I never heard but two voices I in my life that frightened me by their, j sweetness. —Holmes. . '

This trial has demonstrated: That Brain is made of Phosphate of Potash as the principal Mineral Salt, added to albumen and water. That Grape-Nuts contains that element as more than one-half of all its mineral salts. A healthy brain is important, if one would "do things” in this world. A man who sneers at “Mind” sneers at the best and least understood part of himself. That part which some folks believe links us tq the Infinite. Mind asks for a healthy brain upon which to act, and Nature has defined away to make a healthy brain and renew it day by day as it 1 c is used up from work of the previous day. Nature’s way to rebuild is by the use of food » which supplies the things required. “There’s a Reason** ■ ' ,'.fr-nrq| Postum Cereal Co., Ltd., Battle Creek, Mich.