The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 26, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 26 October 1911 — Page 7

SERIAL A STORY C\

ELUSIVE ISABEL

By JACQUES FUTRELLE 1!las tr attonj by M. KETTNER

Copyright, IM, by The Associated Sunday Magatlnea, Copyright, 1W». by The Bobbe-llerrill Company. 10 SYNOPSIS. Count dl Rosin!, ths Italian ambassador, is at dinner with diplomats when a messenger summons him to the embassy, where a "beautiful young woman asks for a ticket to the embassy ball. The ticket Is made out in the name of Mias Isabel Thorne, Chief Campbell of the secret service, and Mr. Grimm, his head detective, are warned that a plot is brewing in Washington, and Grimm goes to the state ball for information. His attention is called to Miss Isabel Thorne, who with her companion, disappears. A shot is heard and Senor Alvarez of the Mexican legation, is found wounded. Grimm is assured Miss Thorne did it; he visits her, demanding knowledge of the affair, and arrests Pietro Petrozinni. Miss Thorne visits an old bomb-maker and they discuss a wonderful experiment. Fifty thousand dollars is stolen from the office of Senor Rodriguez. the minister from Venezuela, and while detectives are Investigating the robbery Miss Thorne appears as a guest of the legation. Grimm accuses her of the theft; the money is restored, but a new mystery occurs in the disappearance of Monsieur Boissegur the French ambassador. CHAPTER Xll.—(Continued.) “Monsieur,” he went on, and there was a tense note in his voice, “the ambassador of France had disappeared, gone, vanished! We searched the house from the cellar to the servants’ quarters, even the roof, but there was no trace of him. The hat he usually wore was in the hall, and all his other hats were accounted for. You may remember, Monsieur, that was cold, but all his top-coats Vere found in their proper places. So I seems, Monsieur,” and repression |ded in a burst of excitement, “if “ left the embassy he did not go out either door, and he went without ha 'or coat!” e stopped helplessly and his gaze al “-nated inquiringly between the benev ient face of the chief and the expresshnless countenance of Mr. Grlmn “if bt i®ft the embassy?” Mr. Grimm repeated. your search of the house priced conclusively that he wasnt th., e> jjq ] eave didn’t he?” Monsieur Rj^ o lot stared at him blankly for a moment, then nodded. And there are,T,| n( j oW g ) y OU know,” Mr. Grimm went on, t h en; j un . derstand it, Monsieur, no one except you and the stenograp, er saw the ambassador after ten o’e in the morning?” Oui, Monsier, C est- — Monsieur Rigolot began excitedly. “I b» g par . don. I believe that is correct.” 0 | “You saw him about ten, you fa\y; therefore no one except the stenog. rapher saw him after ten olclock?” \ “That is also true, as far as I know.” "Any callers? Letters? Telegrams? Telephone messages?” “I made inquiries in that direction, Monsieur,” was the reply. “I have the words of the servants at the door and of the stenographer that there were no callers, and the statement of the stenographer that there were no telephone calls or telegrams. There were only four letters for him personally. He left them all on his desk—here they are.” Mr. Grimm looked them over leisurely. They were commonplace enough, containing nothing that might be construed into a reason for the disappearance. “The letters Monsieur Boissegur had dictated were laid on his desk by the stenographer,” Monsieurßigolot rushed on volubly, excitedly. “In the anxiety and uneasiness following the disappearance they were allowed to remain there overnight. On Wednesday morning, Monsieur”—and he, hesitated impressively—“those letters bore his signature in his own handwriting!” Mr. Grimm turned his listjess eyes full upon Monsieur Rigolot’s perturbed face for one scant instant. “No doubt of It being his signature?” he queried. , “Non, Monsieur, non!” the secretary exclaimed emphatically. “Vous ave« — that is, I have known his signature for years. There is no .doubt. The letters were not of a private nature.. If you would care to look at the copies ’ of them?” He offered the duplicates tentatively. Mr. Grimm read them over slowly, I the while Monsieur Rigolot sat nervously staring at him. They, too, seemed meaningless as bearing on the matter in hand. Finally, Mr. Grimm nodded and Monsieur Rigolot returned: "And Wednesday night, Monsieur, another strange thing happened. Monsier Boissegur smokes many cigarettes, of a kind made especially for him In France, and shipped to him here. He keeps them in a case on his i'ressing-cable. On Thursday morning his valet reported to me that this case of cigarettes had disappeared!” “Os course,” observed Mr. Grimm, Boissegur has a latch-key > the embassy?”

“Os course.” “Anything unusual happen last night—that is, Thursday night?” “Nothing, Monsieur —that is, nothing we can find.” Mr. Grimm sat silent for a time and fell to twisting the seal ring on his finger. Mr. Campbell turned around and moved a paper weight one inch to the left, where it belonged, while Monsieur Rigolot, disappointed at their amazing apathy, squirmed uneasily in his chair. “It would appear, then,” Mr. Grimm remarked, musingly, “that after his mysterious disappearance the ambassador has either twice returned to his house at night, or else sent some one there, first" to bring the letters to him signature, and later to get his cigarettes?” “Certainement, Monsieur—l mean, that seems to be true. But where is he? Why should he not come back? What does it mean? Madame Boissegur Is frantic, prostrated! She wanted me to go to the police, but I did not think it wise that it should become public, so I came here.” “Very well,” commented Mr. Grimm. “Let it rest as it is. Meanwhile you may reassure madame. Point out to her that if Monsieur Boissegur signed the letters Tuesday night he was, at least, alive; and if he came or sent for the cigarettes Wednesday night, he was still alive. I shall call at the embassy this afternoon. No, it isn’t advisable to go with you now. Give me your latch-key, please.” Monsieur Rigolot produced the key and passed it over without a word. “And one other thing,” Mr. Grimm continued, “please collect all the revolvers that may be in the house and take charge of them yourself. If any one, by chance, heard a burglar prowling around there tonight he might shoot, and in that eyent either kill Monsieur Boissegur or—or me!” When the secretary had gone Mr. Campbell idly drummed on his desk as he studied the face of his subordinate. “So much!” he commented finally. “It’s Miss Thorne again,” said the young man as if answering a question. “Perhaps these reports I have received today from the Latin capitals may aid you in dispelling that mystery,” Campbell suggested, and Mr. Grimm turned them over eagerly. “Meanwhile our royal visitor, Prince Benedetto d’Abruzzi, remains unknown?” The young man’s teeth closed with a snap. “It’s only a question of time, Chief,” he said abruptly. “I’l find him—l’ll find him!” And he sat down to read the reports. , CHAPTER XIII. A Conference in the Dark. The white rays of the distant arc light filtered through the half-drawn velvet hangings and laid a faintly illumined path across the ambassador’s desk; the heavy leather chairs were mere impalpable splotches in the shadows; the cut-glass knobs of a mahogany cabinet caught the glint of light and reflected it dimly. Outside r jyinife if* OS ||W M K l\v 'u if 7 I X/? g \ Her still Rested on the Switch, was thv^ a gue, indefinable night drone of a citA asleep, unbroken by any sound that was distinguishable, until finally thA re came the distant boom of a clock, it struck twice. Seated On a couch in one corner of the ambassador’s office was Mr. Grimm. He w as leaning against the high arm of leather, with his feet on the seat, thoughtfully nursing his knees. If his attitude indicated anything except sh©e\ comfort, it was that he was listening. He had been there for two hours \wide-awake, and absolutely motionless. Five, ten, fifteen minutes more passed, and then Mr. Grimm heard the ferind and whir of an automobile a blo<t>k or so away, coming toward the embassy. Now It was in front. ’ “Honk! Hon-on-on kf’” it called plaintively. “Hon-on-on ( k! Honk!” The signal! At last! The automobile went rushing on, fufj tilt, while Mr. Grimm removed his feet*, from the seat and dropped them noiselessly to the floor. Thus, with his fiends on his knees, and listening, listening with every faculty strained, he sat naotlonless, peering toward the open| door that led into the hall. The can was gone now, the sOund of it swallowed up in the distance, still he sat tliere. It was obviously some noise In I the house for which he was waiting.'. Minute after minute passed, arid still nothing. There was hot even ttte whisper of a wind-stirred drapery. Hdh was about to rise, when, suddenly,' with no other noise than that of the sharp click of the switch, the electric lights in the room blazed up brilliantly. The glare dazzled Mr. Grimm with its blinding flood, but he didn’t move. Then softly, almost in a whispers “Good evening, Mr. Grimm.” ‘ It was a woman’s voice, pleasant,

unsurprised, perfectly modulated. Mr. Grimm certainly did, not expect it now, but he knew it instantly—there was not another quite like it in the wide, wide world—and though he was still blinking a little, he came to his feet courteously. “Good morning, Miss Thorne,’’ he corrected gravely. Now his vision was clearing, find he saw her, a graceful figure, silhouetted against the rich green of the wall draperies. Her lips were curled the least bit, as .if she might have been smiling, and her wonderful eyes reflected a glint of—of—was it amusement? The folds of her evening dress fell away from her, and one bare, white arm was extended, as her hand still rested on the switch. “And you didn’t hear me?” still in the half-whisper. “I didn’t think you would. Now I’m going to put out the lights for an Instant, while you pull the shades down, and then —then we must have a—a conference.” The switch snapped. The lights died as suddenly as they had been born, and Mr. Grimm, moving noiselessly, visited each of the four windows in turn. Then the lights blazed brilliantly again. “Just for a moment,” Miss Thorne explained to him quietly, and she handed him a sheet of paper “I want you to read this —read it carefully—then I shall turn out the lights again. They are dangerous. After that we may discuss the matter at our leisure.” Mr. Grimm read the paper while Miss Thorne’s eyes questioned his impassive face. At length he looked up indolently, listlessly, and the switch snapped. She crossed the room and sat down; Mr. Grimm sat beside her. “I think,” Miss Thorne suggested tentatively, “that that accounts perfectly for Monsieur Boissegur’s disappearance.” “It gives one explanation, .at least. Mr. Grimm assented musingly. “Kidnapped—held prisoner—fifty thousand dollars demanded for his safety and release.” A pause. “And to whom, may I ask, was this demand addressed?” “To Madame Boissegur," replied Miss Thorne. “I have the envelope in which it came. It was mailed at the general post office at half-past one o'clock this afternoon, so the canceling stamp shows, and the envelope was addressed, as the letter was written, on a typewriter.” “And how,” inquired Mr. Grimm, after a long pause, “how did it come into your possession?” He waited a little. “Why didn’t Monsieur Rigolot report this development to me this afternoon when I was here?” “Monsieur Rigolot did not inform you of it because he did not know of it himself,” she replied, answering the last question first. “It came into my possession directly from the hands of Madame Boissegur—she gave it to me.” “Why?” Mr. Grimm was peering through the inscrutable darkness, straight into her sac white daub in the gloom, shapeless, indistinct. “I have known Madame Boissegur for half a dozen years,” Miss Thorne continued, in explanation. “We have been friends that long. I met her in Tokio, later in Berlin, and within a few weeks, here in Washington. You see I have traveled in the time I have been an agent for my government. Well, Madame Boissegur received this letter about "half-past four o’clock this afternoon; and about halfpast five she sent for me and placed it in my hands, together with the singular details following upon the ambassador’s disappearance. So, it would seem that you and I are allies for this once, and the problem is already solved. There merely remains the task of finding and releasing the ambassador.” Mr. Grimm sat perfectly still. “And why,” he asked, slowly, “are you here now?” ' ■ “For the same reason that you are here,” she replied readily, “to see for myself if the —the person who twice came here at night—once for the ambassador’s letters and once for his cigarettes—would, by any chance, make another trip. I knew you were here, of course." (TO BE CONTINUED.) His First Day In School. It was a country school. A small, bright-faced boy had just been enrolled, and this was his first day. The teacher pointed out a desk for him, and gave him a lesson to study. Ho took his seat, propped his knees up against the desk, with his feet swinging down underneath, and soon became absorbed in his lesson. He became so absorbed, in fact, that he forgot he was in school, and presently he puckered up his lips and whistled, first softly and then quite shrilly. The teacher laid down his pen in amazement, and cried sharply: “Who is that whistling?” The small moy looked up quickly, and then said, innocently: “That was me. Didn’t you know I could whistle?” - Voting Machines. Because some of the Buffalo voting machines did queer things with the figures on election day, there is an outcry in some quarters against them. Buffalo has been voting by machine fcor 12 years. The Express condemns the proposition to anollsh them and go back to the old system, and the Utica Herald-Dispatch agrees with it and observes: “Utica, with its longer experience with the machines, will concur in this view. In fact, it would be impossible to persuade Utlcans that return to the old system could ever be desirable.”—New York Tribune. | The Other Way Around. ** \ Mr. Angus—“lf you knew how to cVok we could save money.” Mrs Angus—“lf you knew how to save mmney we could employ a cook.’’— Answers. - ...«...

NEW NEWS of YESTER!)A

Father of Weather Bureau

General Albert J. Myer, Discussing That Service In 1871, Seemed to Have Some Intuition of Coming of “Wjreless.” One of the most thrilling events connected with Sherman’s struggle for Atlanta in 1864 occurred at AHatoona, Ga., when the small Federal garrison there was doomed apparently to fall Into the hands of a division of the Confederate army, sent against it by Hood. But at tho last moment, by means of the system of flag signals which he had iuvented before the war, when he was an assistant surgeon in the regular army. Brigadier-General Albert J. Myer, then in command of the signal service corps of the Union armies, was able to summon from General Sherman the assistance that saved the garrison. It was during this Interchange of signals that Sherman sent the celebrated message that became the theme of one of the great gospel hymns of the world: “Hold the tort; for I am coming.” The year after the civil war was over General Myer was made chief signal officer of the regular army. Four years after, when congress nad authorized the secretary of war to provide for the observation and prediction of storms —the official beginning of the Federal weather bureau— General Myer was placed in charge of this work, and so became the country's first official weather prophet. A day or two after the meeting of congress in December. 1871, I met General Myer by appointment in his >fflce in Washington, and told him that I had been sent by some citizens of New Haven. Conn., to say to him that if it would be possible for him to establish a weather bureau station n New Haven, a convenient and otherwise suitable home for the bureau would be furnished rent free by the owner of one of the city’s largest buildings. “If I had the money I would like to establish a weather bureau in every tonsiderable city on the Atlantic and Gulf coasts.” replied the general. “At however, I am only authorized to establish twenty-four stations, and I am going to make the money 50 as far as I can in the establishment of stations along our Great Lakes. I want a sufficient number of stations from Duluth, on Lake Superior. to Clayton, on Lake Ontario.” I asked General Myer what special reasou there was for thus seeming to favor the lakes. “A special reason?” he replied with energy, while his eyes—so full of fire and yet so self-contained that they withdrew all of one’s attention from his other striking facial characteristics—looked intentlj’ at me. “The rery best of all reasons. It was while I was living in Buffalo, where I set-

Story of a Mother of 1861

How She Nursed Her Wounded Son, Genera! Francis Walker, So That He Might Fight to the End of the War. The late General Francis Amasa Walker, who died in 1897, when president of the Massachusetts Institute jf Technology, was, in his lifetime, regarded as perhaps the greatest writer upon economic topics the United States has ever produced. It is sometimes said of General Walker that the prevailing interest in economic questions which is now so characteristic of the people of the United States was In great measure due to his work. General Walker, too, organized the census bureau in 1870 and again in 1880 as superintendent of the census, bringing the work of the census bureau up to its present high standard and Its far-reaching statistical authority. During the-Civil war he gained a good deal of renown as a soldier. He enlisted, when he was not long out of Amherst college, in a Massachusetts regiment, and came out of the struggle a brevet brigadier general. General Walker’s pre-eminent ability as an economist he undoubtedly Inherited from his father, Amasa Walker, who was regarded as one of the highest authorities of his time upon financial questions and whose political economy, published after the close of the Civil war. was widely used as a text book. But General Walker’s intense patriotism, his disposition to serve his Country in any way in which he might be called upon to serve it, even though the emoluments were less than he could receive as ,a writer and teacher, and a certain rigid disciplinary capacity which he possessed which was not inconsistent with great iindness of heart, he inherited from his mother. “Frank,” the mother said, when she was told that ho had responded to Lincoln’s call for volunteers, “1 don’t ! care whether you are a private or whether you become a captain. 1 am very proud that 1 have a son who has become a soldier and who is going to fight in defense of the Union." At the battle of Spotsylvania Court House General Walker was especially conspicuous for his courage and tor

By E. J. EDWARDS

tied after the dose of the war, that I took up the study of the storms which sweep the Great Lakes and have caused awful devastation thereon. I discovered that almost all of the dangerous storms for lake navigation are developed somewhere In the northwest and then come careering with increasing fury across the lakes, ultimately to disappear in the valley of St. Lawrence. Then, one day, it occurred to me that if we could establish telegraph stations along the lakes whose business it would be to give warning of the approach of storms we could probably reduce the dangers to lake navigation to a minimum, as far as storms were concerned. “Well, out of that idea has come this recently organized weather bureau. It has already demonstrated its usefulness; with a complete system of storm stations along the Great Lakes I am sure that it will prove itself a necessity to the country. And when that has been done, then there will speedily be weather stations all over the country. “I am sure, too.” continued General Myer, ’“hat ultimately this service is some day going to give the country perfect weather service. Os course, perfect weather service means that we must know what the weather conditions are far out upon the oceans that bound us, but the more I have thought about the matter, the more I

Beginning of Civil Service

One of the Earliest Examinations Under the System in the New York Post Office Described by H. G. Pearson. / ’ “It was in the New York city postoffice, in 18—, that the first attempt was made to establish in this country a genuine civil service. The attempt was .purely voluntary, in the sense that it was not commanded by law. But we thought that, if civil service could be shown to be entirely feasible in so large an office as that of New York, it would be found feasible in every department of the government,” said -the late Henry G. Pearson, who was postmaster of New York under Garfield, Arthur and Cleveland. Mr. Pearson was assistant postmaster at the time Postmaster Thomas L. James established civil service in the New York post office, and the scope and plan of the system were worked out by Mr. Pearson. “At first, we met with a good many embarrassments,” Mr. Pearson continued, “but all of them were overcome with no great difficulty, excepting one. That, in fact, w’as finally overcome by ignoring it It had its

the readiness with which he met dangerous emergencies, as well as for the perfect discipline of the soldiers who were under him. He was severely wounded in that battle and when his mother was told of the wounds she simply said: “Well, he got them when his face was toward the enemy—l know that.” When convalescing from his wounds General Walker obtained a furlough and set out to visit his parents at their home at East Brookfield, Mass His mother saw him coming up the walk and met him at the door. There was kiudly expression in her countenance, and at the same time anxiety. General Walker’s first thought was that this anxiety was due to her fear lest his wounds should prove verydangerous. What was his surprise, therefore, to hear his mother ask before she gave him any other words of greeting: “What! Frank, have you come home?” “Yes, mother, I have come home tor a little while.” “For a little while? Then you are going back again?” “Yes, mother, as soon as I am able to rejoin the regiment.” “Oh, Frank,” cried the mother, joyously; “I am so glad to hear you say that! I was afraid you had resigned. I want you to stay until the war is ended.” And she nursed him carefully and tenderly, brought him back to health, talked to him by the hour about the patriotic duties of a soldier, and saw him return to his regiment, giving him first her blessing. (Copyright. 1911, by E. J. Edwards. Al) Rights Reserved.) The Fashionable Face. The "delicate oval” which novelists once insisted upon as the ideal facial line for their heroine appears to be gathered among women’s lost charms. The -“line” of face most in evidence at the present moment is said to be perilously near the type of feminine beauty disrespectful persons call “moon faced.” Yet circular countenances do not really predominate. According to phrenologists, the chin of the modern girl is usually well pointed, while he:- orow has expanded.

am persuaded that some day some means will be devised by means ot which almost instant communication from midocean with the mainland may be secured. It must be overhead communication, for you cannot tap the ocean cable so as to send reports of weather conditions from the deep. There are atmospheric conditions ovei the ocean which, I am sui*e, will yet be utilized for the conveyance of intelligence, and when that discovery it made we will have taken a long step in the direction of securing a perfect weather service." Years later came Marconi with his invention by means of which the Hertzian electric waves are utilized for the transmission of intelligence from midocean to land;’ And 1 have often thought that Genera? Myer, the creator of our weather bureau system, must have had some dinoi, prophetic intuition that told him of the coming of this achievement. „ (Copyright, 1911. by E. J. Edwards. AU Rights Reserved.) Grand Time Promised. “There’s one town down in Missouri,” said an observant citizen, “where the people know how to combine business with pleasure. A friend of mine sent me a copy of tfhe local paper and in it I read that Bishop Blank would ‘conduct the funeral’ of a young woman in the village on buch a date. The notice added that jlthe bishop would ‘hold a basket meeting in connection therewith,’ and closed with ‘a grand time is anticipated.! "

very humorous side, and 1 think that in the entire history of civil service there is not to be found (another incident so deliciously funny as was this. “One day not long aftelr the service had been established, there entered the room which had been set apart for the civil service examiners, a very jolly-faced German, blue-eyed, blondewhiskered, and of powerful physique. As he entered he said cheerily: ‘This is the place where. th<iy send me, hey?’ “He was told to take a seat for a few moments, and wait until out medical examiner could be galled in. He waited patiently, I should say for 20 minutes. Then the medical examiner came in and, beckoning! to the waiting German, led the way to a place which had been partitioned off by means of apc riere. The doctor said to the German, ‘Now ybu must take off your clothes.’ The German replied, T take off my clothes already, hey?’ and the doctor said it necessary, since he would have to submit to a physical examination. “The German obeyed and stood perfectly nude before the doctor. He submitted patiently and cheerfully to the thumping of his chest, to the taking of his pulse, and to the test of his lung capacity, and, In! fact, went through a very thorough physical" examination. Then the doctor told him to put on his clothes and go out into the main room and wait for further examination. The doctof also told the German that he was one of the best physical specimens be had ever examined, adding that if he passed as well in other lines as he had the physical examination, there was no doubt about his success. “The German, after ne was dressed, went out into the main room and took his seat, still waiting patiently. One of the examiners came in after a while and said to him: ‘I want you to make out an application.’ “ ‘Veil,’ replied the German, ‘after I do that, do I get my letter?’ He handed the examiner a card. It was the customary notification card, telling him that a registered letter awaited him. “ ‘Veil,’ he said agaixi, ‘ven do I get 1 my letter?’ “The examiner was very quick with him. He carefully and solemnly read the card. “‘Well,’ he said at last, ‘you have now passed the examination properly. If you step into the next room and present this card, you; will get your letter.’ And do you know," continued Mr. Pearson, “that man, who had been stripped, punched and pummelled by a doctor, enduring the torijire of a physical examination with perfect patience because he thought it was a part of the regulations that were necessary in the New York post office before a registered letter could be handed out, went away perfectly happy, came back in a few moments, thrust his head in at the door and said. ‘Veil, I get my letter all right.’ “That was almost the first examination under the new civil service system when it was established in the New York post office. We took pains that there should not be another mistake of that kind.” (Copyright. 1911. by E. J. Edwards. All Rights Reserved.) Intolerable. The Swiss family Robinson had just returned to the mainland. “1 don’t see why you ever left if you were as rich as ypu say you were out there,” some one said. Father Robinson laughed in his soft insular manner. “Don’t you understand?” be asked. “We were rich, but nobody but ourselves knew it.”

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Many a man’s deficiency in dollars is due to his deficiency in sense. - Not Modern. "Why do, you call it a fairy tale?” “Because it ends: ‘And they lived happily ever after.”’ He Might Be Offended. “See that dog, Kathi? It has taken the first prize at ten shows and is valued at a thousand marks.” “I wonder if I dare offer him a bit of sausage?”—Fliegende Blaetter. Leading a Dog’s Life. “Your husband says he leads ■ dog’s life,” said one woman. “Yes, its very similar,” answered the other. “He comes in with muddy feet, makes himself comfortable by the fire and waits to be fed.”—Everybody’s Magazine. Aerial Scout Work. As an example of what German military airmen are already able to do, the performance of Lieutenant Mackenthun recently is cited. In a space of 35 minutes Lieutenant Mackenthun, who was acting for the Red force, rose and flew a'long the enemy’s front and was back on the ground at his headquarters ready to report To obtain the same results would have taken a strong force of cavalry tour hours. Maine Blueberries. Washington county’s blueberry crop has netted this year a revenue of more than $1,000,000, according to State Horticulturist Albert K. Gardner of Rocklan. This industry was started but a few years ago in that county and the yield this year is the largest yet obtained there. One grower realized $75 from a few bushels which he set out in hiS orchard as a “side issue.” A man near Cherryfield is said to have raked blueberries from the vines just as cranberries are gathered. It is stated that fabulous prices are paid for rental ot blueberry lands and blueberry factories and the canning factories are still running.—Kennebec Journal. ( FROM TEXAS Some Coffee Facts From the Lone Star State. From a beautiful farm down in Texas, where. gushing springs unite to form babbling brooks that wind their sparkling way through flowery meads, comes a note of gratitude for delivery from the coffee habit. “When my baby boy camo to me five years ago, I began to drink Postum, having a feeling that it would be better for him and me than the old kind of drug-laden coffee. I was not disappointed in it, for it enabled me, a small, delicate woman, to nurse a bouncing, healthy baby 14 months. “I have since ’ continued the use of Postum for I have grown fond of it, and have discovered to my joy that it has entirely relieved me of a bilious habit which used to prostrate me two or three times a year, causing much discomfort to my family and suffering to myself. “My brother-in-law was cured of chronic constipation by leaving off coffee and using Postum. He has become even more fond of it than he was of the old coffee. “In fact, the entire family, from the atest arrival (a 2-year-old who always calls for his ‘potie’ first thing in the morning), up to the head of the house, think there is no drink so good or so wholesome as Postum.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little book, “The Road to Welfville,’’ in pkgs. “There’s a reason” Ever read the above letterT A new one appears from time to time. They are KenuiaOt, true, and full o< human Interest.