The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 12, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 20 July 1911 — Page 3

7 SE RI AL? ‘(Z) STORY jgv| r ~ ■ i^ -1 111 V i ■" ■ Kiss Sina Lue I and THE B Soap-Box Babies By Maria Thompson Daviess - &* Illustrations by Magnus G. Kettner IhTtl Copyright 1903, The Bobbs-Merrill Company. 14 SYNOPSIS.

Miss Selina Lue, spinster guardian angel ;of River Bluff, presides over an impromptu day nursery for the babies of ■ the neighborhood in the rear of her groicery. Her charges are known as “SoapBox Babies.” The fact that she is single makes her an object of sympathy to the mothers. One of her friends is Miss Cynthia Page, daughter of Widow Page. Cynthia visits Miss Selina and learns that she has taken another “Soap-Boxer” in Alan Kent, a young artist who wishes to lestablish a studio in her barn. Blossom. -Miss Hue’s adopted baby, and one Cynthia is very fond of, shows an evident ipreference for Alan. When Cynthia ileaves. Alan hears that her mother is in idanger of losing the old homestead. A near rukus. Alan admires Cynthia. Selina tells how she came to locate in the place and start the haven for little ones. She suspects that Cynthia is responsible [for Alan’s neglect of herself. Sale Os the mortgaged Page place considered. Alan s portrait of Cynthia is discovered. Evelyn Branch, Cynthia’s close friend, shows interest In Alan Kent. Cynthia relieves Selina for a day, cooks dinner for Mr. Kent land makes a sorry mess of it. Alan declared a favorite with all the Bluff folk. Cynthia overhears his confessions of love. An afternoon tea is arranged, it proves a grand affair and Alan escorts Cynthia home. Blossom has a severe attack of pneumonia, CHAPTER Vlll.—Continued. i Mr. Kent gave up the walk down the river road to met Miss Cynthia that had been in his intentions for the last few moments, and set himself t|o the task of holding Mrs. Kinney out qf the lean-to. i “Howdy, Mr. Alan?” she remarked ip a lugubrious tone of voice. “Ain’t it too bad that Miss Seliny Lue have g*pt to suffer sich a affliction?” f “Well, Mrs. Kinney, 1 don't think that Miss Selina Lue feels as—” “Oh, course she don’t feel it like it wjas her own. They can’t nobody know tlie feelings of a mother, lessen it’s a father —about half-way." “I think I should say that Miss Selina Lue doesn’t miss much —” “That’s a light view of the case, Mr., Alan. Os course she misses not having children of her own. It’s a woman’s duty to have children and husbands and—” [‘Well, I think we can all acquit Miss Selina Lue of any failure to do her duty by the rising generation, Mrs. Kinney,” remarked Mr. Alan in a dangerously suave voice. He doubly welcomed the sight of Miss Cynthia hurrying down the street accompanied by ! the anxious messenger, as he was on the verge of a few disastrous observations. Leaving Mrs. Kinney to attend to thej needs of the various supper-shop-pers that were approaching the grocery, Mr. Alan led Miss Cynthia to the door of the lean-to and there posted hiniself as a vigilance committee to inscrle quiet. He watched the girl bend over the bed and touch the tumbled curls with a criress that was as light as that of a butterfly’s wing, while she slipped her other hand into the one of Miss Selina Luq’s that rested on the pillow. “When did she seem not so well?” she, asked, and her voice was low with tenderness —and fear. The Blossom opened her eyes and with a little sigh put her tiny pale hand up to the beautifql face bent over her. “[There, now, that’s the first time shei’s taken any notice today!” whispered Miss Selina Lue as Miss Cynthia slipped to her knees and carried the baby’s hand to her lips. “Jest look at that, Mr. Alan, if Blossom ain’t smiling! I do declare, Miss Cynthia and her act like they was twins-in-heart. I suspicion she have been pining fer you all the day, honey, same as the rest of us, only she couldn’t ask fer you like we can.” , “Well, she shan’t miss me again, for I am going to stay with her until she is better. What did the doctor say’” Cynthia questioned Miss Selina Lue with a panic of fright in her voice. Beyond, from the door, the dark eyes sent, her a sympathetic message. “He says she is plumb wore her heart out with coughing, but if we can keep her quiet tonight so as to •git a little strength, she might come through by morning,” answered Miss Selina Lue quietly. “It is the crisis, and I suppose he counts on her fighting past tonight. The danger is from her heart. He’s coming back at ten to see,” answered Mr. Alan in a voice as low as that of Miss Selina Lue. And so the pale Blossom lay in the circle of Miss Selina Lue’s arm with one little hand curled around Miss Cynthia’s finger, and fought her fight inch by inch—such a desperate piteous fight for the tiny woman. The tall gray figure at the door never left its post, and at a motion of his hand the grocery was quiet beyond any previous experience. “AS for me,” said Mrs. Dobbs to Mrs. Simmons, to whom Mr. Alan had

' qnietly delivered the sleeping Clemmie [ along with the Flarlties, to keep until their father’s return, “I don’t want no sich secret doings over my folks. I think the neighbors oughter be allowed to git some comfort outen setting up with the sick. Why, when Ethel Maud/’most had that lockjaw from the tack in her heel, there never was less than six friends in the'room with me all the time; and they certainly helpt me up a lot.” “Well, I’m thankful I’ve got mine all safe,” answered Mrs. Simmons as she hugged Clemmie closer, “though of course Miss Seliny Lue won’t take it as hard as if Blossom was her own.” “No, course not,” answered Mrs. Kinney as she took her way home to find Luella asleep on the doorstep, and all the other little Kinneys piled on the floor of the stoop, awaiting her motherly ministrations. The waning moon that climbed over the Bluff at midnight shone softly across the sill of the wide window in the lean-to and found the wilted Blossom white and suffering, each labored breath shaking the little body with pain; but as the minutes ticked themselves away she lay more quietly and was able to keep back the cough. Miss Cynthia crouched by the bed on a low stool, her hand still clasped by the tiny fingers, and Miss Selina Lue sat brooding over them both. Her face in the dim light seemed to Mr. Alan, who kept watch from his post by the doer, the personification of all the strength and wisdom and love of motherhood, whose heritage is pain. In the hollow of her strong hand she seemed to hold the frail life, and "with the humbleness of a woman, and the faith of a child in her eyes, she was asking for it from One who listens. Once she laid a light covering over the tiny feet, and once she bent and drew Miss Cynthia’s bowed head to her breast for a second. Then came the dawn, quiet and gray. As the soft light shone into the room the baby turned on her side and filled her lungs deep with a breath, then fell asleep, every muscle relaxed, and a faint rose flush on her pale cheeks. For a few breathless minutes they watched her and then Miss Selina Lue bent her head on her hand and Mr. ’ Alan covered his eyes while Miss Cynthia sobbed: “He’s done made us a present of her, children; and I’ve got his promise to help me git her ready against the time he calls her again,” said Miss MljO ■ T|re P W-~ I He Watched the Girl Bend Over the ' Bed. Selina Lue after a moment, with shining face, and eyes Wet for the first time. “Now I must go heat the milk for her before she wakes; she oughter be strengthened as soon as can be.” And she slipped quietly out of the room. But with her head bent on her arms, Miss Cynthia quivered with suppressed sobs; the agony had been too long for her endurance and she was completely prostrated in the reaction. Then a v ery wonderful thing happened. She found herself lifted in strong arms, her head laid dowm on a broad shoulder and warm lips pressed to her tear-flushed cheek. And the strangest part of it was that it didn’t seem at all strange—only comforting—and restful —and right. “Now, that’s jest the thing, Mr. Alan,” said Miss Selina Lue in a smiling whisper from the doorway. “Pet her up, for she is plumb wore out. Don’t nothing put heart in a broke-down woman like a little loving, and that's a rule to act by fer the rest of your life.” Miss Cynthia turned in the strong arms and with a blush that matched the dawn across the river she stretched out her hand to Miss Selina Lue. And then Mr. Alan reached out his disengaged arm and together they drew her into their embrace. “Now, you’re gettyig the benefit of your own advice,” said Mr. Alan, as he shyly kissed her on the exact spot on the cheek that Miss Cynthia had finished caressing in the same manner. “Well, I don’t see how the old roof •on the grocery is going to hold down so much loving happiness, with the baby gitting well and you two fixed up so satisfying-like. They ain’t nothing in the world to draw loving to a head like a pinch of trouble, and love what’s felt such a pinch is likely to stay by you fer a spell.” “Oh, Miss Selina Lue —” began Mr. Alan, but suddenly Miss Selina Luu remembered a fact of most material importance. “Land alive, Mr. Alan,” she said, “I come to tell you if we didn’t both fergit to feed and water Charity last night! What will the critter think of our being so keerless of her comfort? Run and tend ,to her, please, while I open the grocery. Blossom is deep asleep, so you can go with him, Miss Cynthie, fer Charity will be glad to see you two so smiling together.” As Miss Selina Laie softly drew the

[ Shutters together to keep out the light, Miss Cynthia followed in the . wake of Mr. Alan and the bucket of bran through the garden and up to the barn. It is to his credit that he served the aggrieved though complacent old lady bef° re he threw down the bucket,and drew Miss Cynthia to him. ‘“"ell me,” he questioned, “when it happened to you? It was all over for i me that first minute when I saw you, past Carrot’s red head, standing in the grocery idoor.” “That! dinner —you didn’t laugh!” Miss Cynthia hid her head on his convenient shoulder. “Ah, but I loved you so I could I have—” “Then?” “Yes, then —and before —since the ; world was young—” “Moo4-moo,” said Charity patiently, for dry bran is not an agreeable breakfast, and the water barrel stood convenient. “Do finish feeding the dear thing,” insisted Miss Cynthia sympathetically. “Then you can walk up the Hill with me. I want to freshen up a little ! and come right back to watch by Blossom. She will need very particular care today, and Miss Selina Lue has so much she must do. Oh, what if she hadn’t weathered the *night! I think my heart would have broken — watching her struggle—if—if you hadn’t been there! Will you always be—there —when things hurt —me?” “Yes,” he answered her • quietly, with a deep look into her eyes. “Now let me take you home, for you are hardly able to stand. Promise me to get a good rest, and I will help Miss Selina Lue, until you can come back.” And through the early sunlight he walked up the river path with her to the Hill Mansion and left her at the garden gate among her roses that were no fresher or fairer than herself. She was the incarnation of dawn, and his love encompassed her as the fragrance of dew-wet flowers. Below at the grocery, Miss Selina Lue was busy with her preparations for the day, and as she worked she smiled tri herself and lightly brushed her fingers over the cheek that had | felt the twofold kiss. Soon, however, her pleasant thoughts were interrupted by the apparition of Mrs. Kinney at the door. Miss Selina Lue regarded her with astonishment. She w’as enveloped in the folds of an old black shawl and in her hand she carried a large cross of white tissue-paper roses. The expression on her face was one of sympathy arid chastened sorrow. “Miss Seliny Lue,” she said in a correctly funereal voice, “I come over as soon as I could. It took almost all night to git roses enough made to fix a design fer everybody. We all wanted a fitten expression of our sympathy.” “Why, Mis’ Kinney, honey, I don’t need no sympathy on ’count of —” “Well,! of course she wasn’t yopr own child, and so you can’t feel the same as a mother; but a death in the family is always sad, though sometimes a great relief.’ You seemed so fond of —” “Oh, Mis’ Kinney, honey, stop before you go any farther and let me tell you Blossom ain’t dead, but gitting well by the Lord’s mercy. Still, I do thank you fer your kind feeling? and —” “Well, I wish I coulder knowed she wasn’t a-going to die before I set up all night and wasted the tissue-paper. I woulder rather made — There come the Dobbses now! Won’t they be surprised! Mary Ellen have got hei wreath cone, but it looks kinder wob bly.” Mr. Dribbs had put his black Sunday coat on over his overalls, and oq, his way to work was stopping for a visit of condolence. Mrs. Dobbs had on a black muslin skirt and waist and had tied a piece of that same, material i on the firm of Bennie, whose eyes 1 were swollen with crying and whose | appearance denoted real heart an- i gufsh. J “Oh, Miss Seliny Lue, me and Dobbs come to say—we — Speak up, Dobbs!” Mrs. Dobbs’ voice broke and her chubby face began to work with grief. (TO BE CONTINUED.) A Slow Town. “Talk about Philadelphia being a slow town!” said a real estate man in New York, “I know one in New Jersey that has it walloped to a conclusion. You know here is money sometimes in cemetery lots, so I bought some acreage near this town— I won’t mention names—and laid out just as nice a cemetery as the most fastidious could ask for. Prices for lots were simply scandalous, they were so low. That was more than a year ago, and, by Jove! I haven’t sold a lot since—not a lot. The people there haven’t got energy enough to die, that’s what’s the mattrir! Unless they begin to move in pretty soon I’m going'to turn it into a cabbage patch.” “You won’t try to raise early cabbages on it, will you?” inquired a softvoiced little man, who started off on the jump to catch the last ferry westward—Judge. Certainly Not for Money. Walter Winans on his recent American visit Was asked at the horse show what he thought of international marriages. t “International marriages,” said Mr. Winans, “are just as good as any other kind, provided the girl and the man are all right. The girl is, as a rule, all right, but the man is too often a fortune hunter, who should never have been presented to the girl. A Chicago father,” he resumed, “said to his foreign son-in-law the other day: ‘Count, I’m ruined! Every cent is lost!’ “The count whistled. ‘Then, by Jove,’ he said, softly, ‘I did marry for love, after alL* ”

SUNMDBNIEKEEPER Naval Observatory Takes Observations From the Stars. Old Sol, Contrary to General Belief, Is Not on the Meridian Each Day When the Clock Is at Twelve. Washington.—ls a large number of persons were asked the question: “What is meant when in daytime a clock says twelve o’clock?” about ninety-nine out of every one hundred would answer that at that hour the sun is on the meridian and it is noon. But the sun is not on the meridian each day when the clock is at twelve. Nearly everyone has a friend who owns a valuable watch that keeps excellent time, and many a time this friend cn being asked the exact time, has looked at his watch with great pride and told the hour, at the same time remarking: “This watch regulates the sun.” If the watch keeps as poor time as does the sun it should be sent to a watch-maker, for the sun is a wretched timekeeper. It sometimes is as much as a quarter of an hour fast, and at another season it may be an equal amount slow. In fact, it may be said that a clock of extreme precision, such as the astronomers use, is never exactly twelve when the sun is on the meridian. “But,” it will be asked, “if the sun does not give us our time, what, then, does?” As everyone knows, the rotation of the earth on its axis is our measure of time, each complete revolution marking a day. As the earth hi 1 ! P™®! /‘I hi ! Clock in Naval Observatory. rotates it carries our meridian around with it, and as the meridian crosses through the heavenly bodies in succession they are said to “transit.” The interval of time between two successive transits of the same celestial body across the meridian is called a day. What a Sidereal Day Is. If the body considered is a star, we have what is known to the astronomers as a star day, or sidereal day. The stars are fixed, the earth rotates uniformly on its axis, and as a result the sidereal days for all stars are of equal length. But which star shall be chosen as the most important in the heavens, so that time shall be reckoned from it? Instead of selecting a star the astronomers have picked upon the veri ual equinox, the intersection in the i sky of the equator and ecliptic. When ' It is on the meridian, the astrono- ; mer's clock says Oh. Om. Os., the beginning of the sidereal day, whose hours run from Oh. to 21h. In a great observatory the positions of the stars •ird recorded in time kept by such a sidereal clock, and sidereal time is of great importance to the astronomer. Due to the annual revolution of the earth about the sun, the sun appears to move continuously eastward among the stars, completing a journey once year. The sun me ves in what is calied the “ecliptic,” and its motion Is from west to east among the stars. This apparent annual motion cf the sun has very important consequences. Let us consider those only that refer to time. Imagine a sun and a star on the meridian together at noon on a certain day. One complete revolution of the earth on its axis would bring the earth’s meridian back to the star, and a sidereal day would have elapsed. In this interval of time the sun has apparently moved eastward among the stars, and it is necessary for the earth to rotate a little further on its axis to overtake the sun, bring it out on the medirian and complete the solor day. Hence sidereal days are each shorter than solar days. Star Cresses Meridian Oftenet. As the sun completes its journey in a year, it crosses the meridian one time less in a year than does a star, and with respect to the sun the stars gain one revolution, and hence in a year there are 365% solar days, but 364% sidereal days. Consequently it Is readily seen that in twelve months sidereal clock will gain a day, or wenty-four hours, on a solar clock. Twenty-four hours per year means two hours per month, or nearly four minutes a day, a second every six minutes. As a matter of fact, a solar day at one time of the year may be as much as 50 seconds longer than at another time of the year.

It is manifestly Impossible to manufacture a clock which would, keep track with the actual time kept by the sun, and it became necessary to invent a uniform sun time that a clock could follow. Consequently, the average, or the mean of the length of all the apparent solar days for the year, was taken, and this was called the “mean sola” day.” An imaginary sun called the “jnean sun” is supposed to move in the sky which keeps this sort of time. The real sun does not give directly the time of noon as kept by our clocks. Clock time at any observatory differs from “apparent noon,” when the actual sun is on the meridian, by an ! amount known as the “equation of time,” which may be as great as six tfeen minutes. A “clock which regulates the sun” would always be wrong. Accurate, mean solar time may be determined by the astronomer from observations on the sun, but, strange as it may seem, a great observatory like the United States Naval observatory of Washington determines • its precise solar time by observations , on stars. ! RECORD INTERNAL REVENUE. Internal revenue receipts this year j are likely to make a record in the country’s history. Until now the record has dated back to the Civil war period, high-water mark —about $305,000,000 —being reached in 1867. This year the ordinary internal revenue re ceipts, as forecast, will approximate $287,000,000 — which is $4,000,000 greater than the estimates sent to congress last fall —and with the corporation tax receipts added, the total may approximate $312,000,000. Customs receipts have fallen somewhat below the estimates made last November, but this is more than made up by the increases in internal revenue and miscellaneous receipts. The estimates for customs receipts were $320,000,000, but changed conditions bring them down to about $313,000,000. In the preceding fiscal year the customs receipts were $333,683,000. The jump last year was due largely to three abnormal periods—that immediately following the time when the Payne-Aldrich law took effect in August; the period of extensive wine importation to anticipate the increased duties that took effect in October and the period of impetus resulting from the application of the maximum and minimum principle in March. This year conditions have been more nearly normal. The drop from the estimated customs receipts, however, is due first to the president’s submission of the Canadian reciprocity agreement. A cut of $5,000,060 in revenue which this agreement will entail may have its effect in the holding up of trade until the legislation is en-, acted. Secondly, the uncertainty over wcsol and cotton schedules revision is having an effect on present importations. On the other hand, these losses will be considerably offset by the stopping of smuggling at the port of New York and vigorous application of the customs law to travelers. FLOOD OF CRANKS. The flare of intolerably hot weather at Washington has loosed the army of “cranks,” who come from no one knows 'where to try their ideas upon congress and the departments. The man with a fountain pen and half a dozen Maryland biscuits, or his prototype, trying to interview the president; the man with a draft of $1,000,000,600 on the treasury, and the man who thinks himself King George V. to interview the state department will all be in Washington before the season is over. The Smithson institution used tG be the Mecca of these pilgrims, but of later days it is the department of agriculture, where “Tama Jim” Wilson of lowa still presides. They are treat ed kindly there, whatever bureau they visit, and it- is not altogether exceptional that some crank idea has carried a suggestion to the scientists of soil tilling which has become of utility to the country. There is a great variety of treatment for the man with a brand new idea before the various departments. In some of these departments he is received with courtesy; in others he is treated as a nuisance, while in several he is ejected as soon as his status is established—but the agricultural department he is received with open arms, made to feel at home and, as the secretary puts it,,is “sent cn his way rejoicing.” BIG WORKING BALANCE. The United States government starts the fiscal year, 1912, with a working balance of more than SSO,000,000, in place of the $25,000,000 balance on which the treasury been traveling.. This sum, representing the largest working balance in the treasury for years, is composed Os the present working balance; $50,000,000, which comes from the proceeds of the sale of the Panama canal bonds, and the remainder of the collection of thq corporation tax. Woodpeckers Save Trees. Woodpeckers, of which there are 45 varieties, are said by Secretary of Agriculture Wilson to be the best conservationists of timber. It is estimated that $100,000,000 worth of trees are destroyed each year by insects. The woodpeckers eat as many of these as they can and get their names from the habit of drilling into the trees in search of the bugs thati hav« hidden beneath the hark

OANGEFJTHE GUP Efforts to Abolish the Common Drinking Vessel. Illinois Follows Kansas in Legislation Effecting Use of the Public Cup— A Safety Drinking Fountain. Springfield, 11l. —Illinois has followed Kansas in legislation to effect the abolition of the common drinking cup. Death lurks in it. Tuberculosis, diphtheria and other deadly <.iseases are distributed by it. There is no question whatever about these facts, which may be said briefly to summarize the results of a special investigation recently made by the board of health of the state of Kansas. Kansas led the way In a movement to do away with the common drinking glass. Such receptacles, which carry all sorts of infection from mouth to mouth, are not to be in future allowed in railroad trains, railroad stations and other public places in that state. Their use in the public schools is no longer to be permitted. And now Illinois has followed with similar regulations. It is expected that before long this movement will become nationwide. One might say tljat the problem is satisfactorily solved by the paper cups for individual use which are sold by slot machines in many public places nowadays. All one has to do is to drop a cent into the slot, and out pops a beautifully-made tumbler of paraffine paper, well put together and stiff enough to hold liquid for drinking. But when one comes to think about it, one perceives that such cups as these are of small practical use for everyday folk; they are a luxury for the rich. Only the well-to-do can afford to pay a penny for a drink of water. The problem of the drinking cup in its relation to health is much more difficult and much more important than most people imagine. Recent investigations of the subject by the Kansas state board cf health and by many bacteriological experts elsewhere havs A Safety Drinking Fountain. shown that the common tumbler or other receptacle used for such purposes is a frequent and dangerous source of infection. To employ such q vesel on a train, at a street fountain or elsewhere is to take a serious risk. A drinking cup which had been used for several months without washing in a high school was lined with a brownish deposit which when viewed under the microscope was seen to ba composed largely of particles of mud, with thousands of bits skin and millions of bacteria. When a small quantity of this sediment was injected under the skin of a healthy guinea pig the animal died in 48 hours, the post-mortem examination showing that death was due to blood poisoning. A second guinea pig, under similar circumstances, developed tuberculosis; and inquiry proved that several of the pupils in the high school were afflicted with the dread malady. The rim of another drinking cup used in a school bore no fewer than 5,000,000 germs, while a vastly greater number lingered deeper in the vessel where saliva had dripped down. The conclusions drawn from all observations are to the effect that the common drinking vessel is one of the most fruitful sources of the spread of infectious diseases. Such mouth-to-mouth infection, furthermore, is especially dangerous because of the moist state In which the germ cultures pass from person to person. Peril lingers about the edge of the familiar tin dipper—the kind that used to hang along side the drinking place at school, and which still hangs near the kitchen pump in many a farmhouse. The mouth of every human being is a breeding place for multitudinous microbes, and these are of many forms and species. Some of them are rodshaped; others are spherical; yet others arrange themselves in chains, and so on through a considerable diversity of shapes. Even the biggest of them are so small as to be seen only with the aid of a high-power microscope. To Rebury Soldiers’ Bedies. Alexandria, La. —Three thousand two hundred and nineteen bodies of federal soldiers buried in cemeteries in different parts of Texas are to be moved to Pineville, La., near here, for reinterment, in the national cemetery d that place. <

Beef Everybody libe* good = corned beef. = Everybody like» Lib»y[s = because it ts good and is = ready for serving as coon MS - M ta^en out tin. v = xlw Bay Libby’ * Next Time ' I = ’Lihhy, = McNeill 1 1M * =~ ' = — | CHURCH LIGHTED BY WIND Novel Method Employed to llluminata Sacred Edifice Near Birmingham, England. Probably one of the most novel methods of providing lighting for a church is that employed at the old Cosely church, situated a few miles out from Birmingham, England. About 600 feet from the church is the mouth of a disused coal minei around which are huge piles of tail- f tags. Upon one of these a steel tower j 60 feet high is erected and a windmill 18 feet in diameter installed. At tha base of the tower in a small house is an electric generator which is run by the mill. The current thus generated feeds 27 lamps in the church, two in the chapel, two in the vestry; operates a motor for pumping the pipe organ, and also lights 30 lamps in the rectory. A storage battery in the rectory Is a part of this unique lighting plant NATURALLY. , I" WiM Hix—Did you notify police of the robbery? • Dix—Yes, and I am expecting at any moment to hear that they have •arrested the wyong man. i Snakes in Prohibition Maine. Snakes emptied two saloons in Portland of the crowds of customers a few evenings ago. A non-resident ordered a box of snakes sent to him from the south tor the purpose of cleaning out a vast number of rats from his place. The snakes were given a chance to demonstrate their rat killing ability and the large snake destroyed 15 in a few minutes. The snakes were then taken to two different saloons and in a few minutes cleared them of the crowd. —Kennebec Journal. WRONG SORT Perhaps Plain Old Meat, Potatoes and Dread May Be Against You for a Time. A change to the right kind of foou can lift one from a sick be ] k 'ady In Welden, 111., says: “Last spring I became btdsevere stomach troubles acco by sick headache. I got ' » worse until I became so 10-> scarcely retain any food at though I tried about every k “I had become complete!, aged, and given up all hi. thought I was doomed to si r fleath, until one day my husba. tag to find something I could it. brought home some Grape-Nuts, “To my surprise the food agree with me, digested perfectly and with out distress. I began Jo gain strength at once. My flesh (which had been flabby), grew firmer, my health improved in every way and every day, and in a very few weeks I gained 20 pounds in weight. “I liked Grape-Nuts so well that for four months I ate no other food, and always felt as well satisfied after eating as if I had sat ddwn to a fine banquet. “I had no retqrn of the miserable sick ? stomach nor of the headaches, that I used to have when I ate other food. lam now a well woman, doing all my own work again, and feel that life is worth living. “Grape-Nuts food has been a Godsend to my family; it surely saved my life; and my two little boys have thriven it wonderfully.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little book, “The Road to WeUville,” in pkgs. “There’s a reason.” Ever read the above letter* A aew one appears from time to time. They ■re Rcnulne, true, and full of huaaaa interest. — ——