The Syracuse Journal, Volume 6, Number 7, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 12 June 1913 — Page 3

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SYNOPSIS. At the beginning ot great' automobile race the mechanician of the Mercury, Stanton's machine, drops dead. Strange youth. Jesse Floyd, volunteers, and is accepted. In the rest during the twentyfour/hour race Stanton meets a stranger. Miss Carlisle, who introduces herself. The Mercury wins race. Stanton receives flowers from Miss Carlisle, which he ignores. Stanton meets Miss Carlisle on a train. They alight to take walk, and train leaves. Stanton and Miss Carlisle follow In auto. Accident by which Stanton Is hurt Is mysterious. Floyd, at lunch With Stanton, tells of his boyhood. Stanton again meets Miss Carlisle and thev dine together. Stattton comes to track sick, but makes race. They have accident. Floyd hurt, but not seriously. At dinner Floyd tells Stanton of his twin sister, Jessica. Stanton becomes very 111 and loses consciousness. On recovery, at his hotel Stanton receives invitation and visits Jessica. They go to theater together, and meet Miss Carlisle. Stanton and Floyd meet again and talk business They agree to operate automobile factory as partners. Floyd becomes suspicious ot Miss Carlisle. CHAPTER IX—(Continued). “Jessica has the right to a chance,” he agreed. “I’m not goln’ to meddle wijh things beyond my understandin’. An’ I’d rather have her your wife than have anything else in the world. Only —you’ve seen her Just once —you can’t tell if you want her, yet." Stanton shot him one straight; expressive glance. "She is like you.” slipped from him Involuntarily; then, furious at his betrayal of sentiment, he dropped the other’s hand. “We had better go, or we’ll miss the train,” he bruskly reminded. "Oh, she is like me,” confirmed Floyd; he turned to look again at the factory. “We are pretty close chums. Yes, you an’ I had better be gettin’ to the train." They walked back to the nearest trolley line, both silent. The subject was not touched again, until the following morning, when they left the train in New York. “When shall I see you?” Stanton questioned, as they exchanged farewells in the noisy depot. “To-mor-row ?” “I’m going to be out of town for the next two weeks, Mr. Green tells me,” Floyd replied. “They want me at the Mercury factory, and there are some other trips, too, I believe. Jessica is going to be rather deserted; if you happen to look her up, no doubt she would be glad to speak to some one besides her nurse." “Thank you",” accepted Stanton, as carelessly. "Take care of yourself.” He had not reached the exit when Floyd overtook him. “Here are the entries for the Cup race,” be panted, thrusting a folded newspaper into Stanton’s hand. “There are two Atalanta cars to run against us. It’s you who need to take care of yourself? until afterward." “Floyd, wait! What do you mean? Do you really think —” But his mechanician evaded the • question. “Some people are hoodoos,” he laughed. “Keep away from them, please. Good-by.” He had not spoken Valerie Carlisle’s name, yet Stanton knew against whom he warned And the melodramatic absurdity of the idea did not prevent an odd thrill of discomfort and insecurity, from which he took his usual refuge in roughness. “I’m not in the habit of hiding from people, hoodoos or not. Good-by." “Oh. very well,” acquiesced Floyd oddly. "But if you won’t take care of yourself. Stanton —” “Well, what?” “Never mind.” CHAPTER X. An Interval. It was on the second day after his arrival in New York that Stanton called upon Jessica Floyd. This time he went more confidently up'Ttre' stairs of the quiet apartment house, sure of his right. As before, the little old Irishwoman clad In black silk was waiting to admit him; as before, he could have cried out in the wonder of seeing this girl who turned Floyd’s candid face to him and smiled with Floyd’s gray eyes. Only, this afternoon Jessicia did not rise from the piano seat to greet him. but from a chair near a window “Jes is away again,” she regretted, giving him her hand. “1 came to see you, by his permission.” Stanton returned. The rich color flushed under her marvelous skin, that was like no other woman’s he had ever seen. Floyd differed there, man from girl, his complexion being much darker and less translucent. "It is too early to give you tea and cake,” she told him, with a playfulness partly shy. "But if you will talk to me for half an hour, it will be after four o’clock and I can offer you hospitality. “What shall I talk to you about?" he doubted. “1 am better at listening. 1 think.” "Oh, anything, everything. Suppose I were Jes; I like, what he likes, racing. factories, motor-cars.” Although the season was early, a fire burned in the tiny hearth, on either side of which they were seated, facing each other. In the ruddy light Stanton contemplated the smiling girl, In her pale-blue gown with Its lace ruffles foaming around her full young threat and falling low across her hands. “Your brother has told you of- the business partnership that we plan for this winter. Miss Floyd?” She nodded her bronze-crowned lead. “Yes;-I am very glad." “Did he,” a sudden fancy prompted the question, “did he tell you that I was coming here to see you, if I might?”

“Did he know of it?” she asked in counter-question. Floyd had kept the confidence given him, then, although no formal restraint had been made. The expression that crossed Stanton’s dark face was warm and very gentle. “He knew, yes. I wish I could have met your brother years ago; I might have been less hard a man, more fit to know him, and you, now.” i "You hard!” "Has he not taught you that I am so?" 5 In her earnestness she leaned forward, her eyes fearlessly on his. “Never. Do not imagine he thinks you that, do not so wrong his memory of your kindness. A rough word —what is it? The first gentleness cancels it; what is a friend worth who does not understand?” Stanton bent his head, looking at the fire. “I have not had much gentleness shown me." he said. “My mother died when I was born; when I was thirteen my father married again. My stepmother was a good woman, whom I loved as well as my father did. But within the second year after the marriage. the horses they were driving ran away, dragging the carriage over an embankment, and my parents died within a few moments of each other while being taken to the hospital. Have I said that my father was wealthy? He was so. He bad -made his will, a year before, leaving everything to his wife; well knewing that she in her turn would pass all on to me. She was much younger than he. almost certain to outlive him, and entirely to be trusted. But she had never made a will, delayed by chance or forgetfulness, I suppose. When he died five minutes before her. »all his fortune passed to his wife; then, upon her death without a will, again legally passed on to her relatives. I was left with no share or claim.” “But it was yours by every right! Surely, surely, your step-mother’s relatives did not take it?” “They took every penny aqd every inch. Miss Floyd. And I, at fifteen, was sent out into the world, a beggared orphan. They had ho interest in me. and 1 was old enough to support myself. One of them offered to get me a position as office boy.” “Oh! You—” "I—lived,” he grimly answered. "I asked them for nothing. What persona) trinkets belonged to me. I sold, for the first needs; then I set to work. My father had wished me to be a

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mechanical engineer, and I meant to fulfil his - plan. Perfect health I did have —for six years I regularly worked twenty hours out of each twenty-four, until I was graduated from college. For six years I was always tired, occasionally hungry, and took just one recreation: every night 1 walked through the avenue where my former home stood, and looked at it I saw the people who had robbed me go handsomely clad and sleek. I saw their carriages and servants pass and repass. 1 watched, and I concluded

Why the Planets Collide

Gravity and Other Agencies’ Are at Work in Bringing Stars Together. There is good reason to believe that the bodies in space—both luminous and dead —occasionally fall together, and his conception of such an event was given by Prof. A. W. Bickerton in a late Royal Institution lecture. The collisions do not come at random. Gravity and other agencies are at work, and before two suns collide they come into each other’s influence for hundreds of years, being drawn towards each other with constantly Increasing speed. As the velocity would be proportionate to size, the collision would take place in the same time—about three-fourths of an hour —for all bodlea. With the collision the two

that there was Just one thing In life worth while." The girl shivered slightly, her gaze on his firm profile with its lines of relentless strength. • "You meant to punish them,” she faltered. “Revenge? No; It was not worth taking. I will not deny I thought of that as a boy; as a man I was too practical to waste my time. AVhat 1 decided tb have was money. I found in my aptitude for this automobile racing my best and quickest way to secure a starting capital. If I killed myself in doing it, very good; that was better than poverty. I was poor for six years; poor for a lifetime I will not be.” “No. you will not be.” she agreed l , her voice quite low and agitated. “You were born to bend circumstance, ton good or ill.” ’ ) “Circumstance bent me. when it set your brother in my path.” he corrected. "I never before had a friend, or cared—” He shook his head impatiently. turning fully to her. “Bah. what dead history am I boring you with! Forgive me; 1 only meant to say there might be some small excuse for my savagery. It is after four o’clock..l was promised tea." Jessica rose to cross to the little tea-table, but lingered for an instant. “Jes once told me that he had been guilty of the impertinence of saying his driver had the best disposition and the worst temper he had ever seen. I think that if he were. here, he would apologize for the last part.” “Perhaps he may yet retract the first,” he warned lightly, yet touched. When she summoned him to take his cup, Stanton looked at the brown beverage, then in quizzical surprise at his hostess. “Yes,” she laughed, coloring. “With three lumps of sugar in it Jes told me that whenever he was out with you, you drank chocolate syrup and sweet. I thought it was only girls who liked sweet, syrupy things." “And do you always give peopk. what they like?” he asked, amusec and oddly pleased. “I would like to,” she retorted. • “Then I would like very much to have you go to the theater with me, to-night.” "As you like," she conceded, her heavy lashes sweeping her cheeks. The first step was made. For the next two weeks they saw each other frequently. Twice Stanton brought one of the Mercury cars and took Jes sica for sedate afternoon drives. Several rainy days she gave him sweet chocolate and sat opposite him before the bright little hearth, listening or talking with the equable sunniness so like Floyd’s. Indeed, Stanton soon came to feel with her the sense of companionship and certainty of being understood that he felt with her brother. But he never was rough to Jessica. During that interval he did not meet Floyd. Jes was busy thirty miles up the Hudson valley, at the Mercury factory, Jessica said, and as Stanton of course knew from his mechanician’s own statement Only it impressed him as rather strange that Floyd could not get away even once or twice to see his sister.

Meanwhile the Cup race was ap proaching. On the last evening before Stanton went out to the Long island course, he called on Jessica. “It is possible to come into New York, of course.” he said to her. “But I shall stay out there until -after the race. After that, after Floyd and I come back, shall I see as much of you? Or won’t you want me around when you have him?” Startled, she met his eyes, then turned away hurriedly to the piano. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

stars become a new one, the tFemen dous speed is suddenly converted Into heat, and the explosive force expands the new star at the rate of millions of miles an hour. This, Professor Bickerton believes, explains the origin of Nova Persei, which suddenly flashed out in 1901 with 10,000 times the brilliancy of our sun. This star became the brightest in the heavens except Sirius, and was the most brilliant new star that has appeared in 300 years. In a Different Sense. “I understand Puffersbulk was a re markably small baby.” “He must weigh over two hundred pounds now.” “No doubt he does, but a great many people say he Is a remarkably small man.’

The Salvation of Children—A Sermon to Parents t ■ By REV. JAMES M. GRAY. D. D. Dean of the Moody Bible institute Chicago

TEXT—“It is not the will ot your Fath»r which is in heaven that one of these little ones should perish.” Matt. 18. 14.

I love Jesus be cause he loved little children. I love him foi many othei things—chiefly bo cause he ministers to me daily of his grace through his word and spirit But 1 have a peculiar feeling of love for him whenever my thoughts dwell on a little child.

think when I read that sweet story of old. When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to His fold. I should like to have been with Him then.” In this chapter of Matthew he takes a little child and sets him in the midst of his disciples, not merely to teach those disciples a lesson in humility, but for the child’s sake as well as their sake. He has something to teach them concerning the child which they never knew, and could not have known except for him. He tells them such little ones are not to be despised or set at naught, for the most transcendent of reasons, namely, that the Son of Man came into the world to save them, and that it is not the will of his Father that one of them should be lost. Christianity and the Child. The world cared nothing for little children before Jesus came and was cradled in a manger. In splendid Rome, childhood had no rights other than those which the sentiment of the father might fitfully concede to it He might abandon his child or murder it as he chose. Greece set the example to Rome in this respect, since Spartan children were sometimes beaten at the altar of Diana until their life-blood ran out upon its steps. It was not until Christianity had begun to affect the Roman empire that love for little children found expression in literature, or that care for them beeame the custom of the great. There is great encouragement to us Christian parents in the fact that the soul of a little child is as precious in the sight of God as that of its parent It was Jesus who taught us this and to his holy name should be the praise. Let us act on this encouragement and bring our children to the Lord that they may be saved. Let us remember that our children need salvation, for they were shapen in iniquity and conceived in sin. The Fifty-first Psalm teaches us this. It was not personal disobedience on their part that thus exposed them to divine judgment, but that which preceded it, that which was hereditary and common to all the race. That such sin is in their being from their very birth is proven by the lives they live when they come to moral consciousness. Are they not selfish from a very early age, and is not selfishness sin? Are they not disobedient, and is not disobedience sin? Do they not take things which belong to others? And is not this theft? Do they not covet and falsify? Do they not show wrath and hatred? And is not this the spirit of murder? There is need of the -regeneration of the Holy Spirit in the child as truly as in the parent of the child. Os course we are not speaking of very little infants about whom the word of God says nothing specifically. We hope and believe that they are not excluded from the application of the atonement of Christ when they die before the period of moral consciousness. But when they know the difference between right and wrong and are capable of apprehending the elementary principles of the Gospel, the case is different. In other words, I cannot believe that a child had gone to Heaven just because he is a child, but there should be seen In him or her the evidence of the new life through faith in Jesus Christ. The Responsibility of Parents. We parents have very much to do with the salvation of our children. First of all we can set a guard about them, on the principle that “an ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure.” We can keep our children innocent of many things by warding off the approach of evil. It should not be necessary for the state to make such encroachments upon the functions of the home as it is now doing. In the second place, we can set an example to our children, an example of self-denial and piety and obedience to divine law. Will a child reverence a God who is never worshiped in its own home? Can God be exalted in the esteem of little children when his name is profanely used by their parents? Will children be likely to go to church or Sunday school whose elders seldom do so? Will they love purity where the opposite is before them in the amusements and reading matter of the household? Will they be honest, who hear money and gain continually exalted around the family table and at the fireside? Will they speak th® who witness exaggeration and falsehood in those they are supposed to honor? In the gospels we read that parents brought their children to Christ, they did not send them, and we, by example, must do the same. In the third place we can preach the gospel to our children and lovingly and faithfully talk with them about their sin and about the Saviour who died to take away their sin. We can urge them to confess Christ and pray for them, and better yet, pray with them that they may be saved. 4

BRIDES HIDE WEALTH ROMANTIC HAPPENINGS THAT ARE SOMEWHAT UNUSUAL. Cases Have Been Known, However, and the Marriages Have Been Happy—Sad Case Is Reported From Milwaukee. Romance and reality generally keep a respectable distance apart when it comes to millions and marriage. Tennyson has his poem of the lord who wooed the girl as a poor man and surprised her when he took her home to share his noble name and mighty domain. But this was the man with the money seeking the woman who had none and keeeping his wealth a secret. Then there was your old friend Claude Melnotte, who courted and won the celebrated Lady of Lyons, pretending that he was a regular Croesus Instead ot a gardener’s son. He tried to keep romance and reality apart, but eventually the ax dropped on th« scheme. The New York case of Miss Thryza Benson and Montague Flagg the other day, however, reverses the usual plot of the novelist. Mr. Flagg met Miss Benson at an innocent house party. They were mutually attracted immediately. So Flagg paid ardent court. He wrote the young lady and she wrote him, he all the while never suspecting she was an heiress to “seven figures of fortune.” Every once in a while something would happen that would all but reveal the secret, but Miss Benson would give the “hush” sign and ths subject would be turned. At last Flagg proposed, was accepted, and the couple were married; on the wedding day the bridegroom learned “officially" that his wife was the granddaughter of Robert Hoe and destined to inherit riches it would take quite a little while to count. A wealthy Milwaukee widow a few years ago advertised in a matrimonial paper that she would make a good wife for the right kind of a man. She picked out the best photographed man that answered, and thought she’d try this novel plan to smoke out the possible fortune hunter. When they met she said: “I have money and at the same time I haven’t. It’ll all depend. Don’t ask me any more questions. We’ll try it for six months.” They were married. The bridegroom proved the most silent kind of a man. The former widow could hardly get a word out of him. But he was a determined, steady working, sober chap and she fell in love with him. At the end of six months she said to him: “It’s all right. You’re my man. I’ve plenty of money.” But the six months’ husband spoke more volubly than she had ever known him to before. Said he; “Nothin’ doin’ —nothin’ doin’. Was Just goin’ to tell you nothin’ doin’. I’ve got money myself. I thought I’d try you out the same way. The splice don’t suit. Me for Nevada. Nothin' doin’.” Mild Atonement by Mr. Pozozzle. “I suppose you think I ate your old collar button,” retorted Mrs. Pozozzle, as she glared defiantly at the form ot her beloved spouse, bending and scrutinizing the rug and all the corners of the room. “I may look like a goat, but I don’t eat collar buttons, yet.” “Now, Amy don’t got yourself all worked up like that —I merely suggested that you may have accidentally, without seeing it, dusted my collar button off the dresser —you are such a fine housekeeper.” "Yes, but that Isn’t what you said. You Insinuated that I had been meddling with your things—that I had taken it Why, what is that you have In your hand?” Mr. Pozozzle looked down at the collar button sheepishly and when his eyes met those of his wife he felt himself shrinking under her scorn. "I was thinking about something else,” he said after the manner of an apology. “I was thinking about that trip we are going to take to Yellowstone park next month.”—Kansas City Star. Massenet’s Work. As the days pass by the work of "Grandpapa Massenet,” the French composer, who died recently, is growing in public favor, and the Parisan newspapers are supplying no small -additions to the fund of anecdote concerning him. His last work, “Panurge,” a subject taken as the name indicates from the old and not overdelicate humorist, Rabelais, was a great delight to him. Apropos of “Panurge, ’ he said: “The brain is always under the influence of the belly. In order to get the true Rabelaisian tone, it was necessary to put myself on regime of sausages, bacon and cabbage, irrigated with copious tumblers of drink. But I was always in danger of upsetting my stomach.” Women as "White Wings.” The director of public works, Mr. Cooke, is going to appoint women inspectors of street cleaning, not, as he said, to encourage the equal suffrage but for the sake of efficiency in ferreting out dirt Cooke believes women inspectors will be more conscientious than men. For these tenets he has had practical demonstrations during his term of office by the employment there of a young woman who has acted in the capacity of private Inspector for the director. She is not on city payroll, and her salary has come from private sources. Her field covers all manner of public contracting work.— Philadelphia Dispatch to the New York Tribune. Post Facto Wish. Helen, five, and grandma grasped ends of the chicken wishbone, and made wishes. The bone flew apart, and Helen danced around the room crying: “I’ll get my wishl I’ll get my wish!” "What did you wish, Helen?” asked her father. With great glee she answered: "I wished our dog hadn’t died I”

CAMP FIRE SfMORIES STIRRING SIGHT ON POTOMAC Pen Picture by Private of Dull Days Before Early Woke Up Washington in July, 1864. ; Some time in June, 1864, we came up from New Orleans, and went into a fort on a hill back of Alexandria, Va. There is a l>w range of hills there that extends up and down, overlooking the Potomcc river. On this elevation a chain of forts had been built some time before, about two miles or so apart, but at this time there were only a few soldiers in them. For some mi .es toward Manassas the country is rolling, with hero and there a deep ravine and fine woodlands and nice streams of water. Alexandria was an old, sleepy town, the wheels of progress were stopped, and one would think the war was over to see the farmers coming in with their butter ami eggs to exchange for goods. There is a valley and quite a large brook running through it that empties into the river on one side of the town. A little way up was an old gristmill with a large overshot wheel, writes Ost ar Pelton, of Portland, Ore., in tiie National Tribune. Some blockhouses were being built along thtji roads going up the valley. Over in iVashington everything was quiet. Thia sidewalks would be crowded some days with one-legged and one-armed soldiers hobbling along with a sprinkling of officers and men with tanned faces and shabby uniforms that would tell you at a glance that they had seen hard service at the front. Everyone felt safe, no danger, and many were going to the theater and having a good time, it was the calm before the storm. On July 1 we had been drilling on the big guns and having target practice for some days. At night a great squad would be sent out over different roads leading out of Alexandria, and men were sent with dispatches at midnight from one fort to the other all along Arlington Heights. It was thought that Mosby might make us a visit. I think it was about July 10 or 11. A lot of us had been cut on the road leading back toward Manassas all night and were coming in in the morning. It was very hot weather. We got in the fort at 9 or 10 a. m. We had coffee and a lunch. It was so hot that a few of us went out under some trees. We had a fine view of the river for ten miles. "What’s up?” we asked. "There isn’t a boat to be seen on the river this morning.” We all looked. “It never has been that way since we have been lere.” Below Alexandria the river bends around, so boats coming up would seem to come out from behind the timber to us. As we were sitting under the trees later we happened' to look down, and saw a great fleet of transports coming out from behind the timber. It was no time before they were nearly up to Alexandria, and still they kept coming out from behind the timber. We all jumped to our feet, and one said: “What’s up?” All the garrison came out to watch. It seemed that every boat was trying to see which would reach Washington first. They were now passing Alexandria. We would see by the foam dashing out from behind the great sidewheel transports that every pound of steam was crowded on. The last boats were passing us, and they filled up the river for nearly ten miles, and their decks were crowded with soldiers. The music struck up on some of the transports, and there never will be such a grand sight on the old Potomac again. A dispatch bearer came to the fort, and reported that there was a large Confederate army before Washington, and 40,000 were being brought from the Army of the Potontac to reinforce the forts north of the city. We had heard cannonading, but thought it target practice, but the old private was not supposed to know anything, anyway. On Quarterdeck of Mule. On the capture Os Morris island the whole mass of men was thoroughly pervaded by that feeling of hilarity that follows a quickly successful engagement—soldiers and filers shouting, singing, happy. A bronzed blujacket had captured a mule, and without difficulty mounted it. He perched himself near the animal’s tail, the mule objecting in every known way of a mule and in some ways until then unexhibited. “Jack, sit more amidships,” said Hardy, the first engineer of the Weehawken, “and you will ride easier.” “Captain, this is the first Craft 1 was ever in command of,” said he, “and it,is a pity if I can’t stay on the quarterdeck.” • Bees and All. While the Army of the Cumberland was on the march from Bridgeport, Ala., to Louisville, ' Ky., one brigade was commanded by Colonel Willich of the Thirty-second Indiana. He had been an officer in the German army. One day a planter came to camp and complained that the boys had taken all of his honey. The colonel asked him if the boys had taken his bees. “Oh, no,” said he. “Oh, veil,” said the colonel, “dot is nodings den; in de oldt country take pees and all.” Narrow Escape. “See there!” exclaimed the returned Irish soldier to the gaping crowd, as he exhibited with some pride his tali hat with a bullet hole in it. “Look at that hole, will yez? Ye see, if it had been a low-crowned hat I should have been killed outright.” Federal Aid. Mantell—“l had no idea that Banks nras worth mote than ten millions.” Dunlop—"He wasn’t till the government dissolved his trust”

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There is no better training for uncommon opportunities than diligence in common affairs. Mrs. WlnMcw’R Soothing Syrup for ChUdrea teething, softens the gums, reduces Infiammw tlou,allays pain,cures wind colicj&c a bottleJtl And some men are as anxious U break into type as others are to stay out Both Ways. “Who is back of this show?" “John Jenks —away back. I belivs the sheriff is in front.’’ Barrie’s Comfort It is said of J. M. Barrie that he is rather shy and retiring in manner and one of the "most enjoyable social funo tions” he ever attended was, it is said, a dinner in which he turned to hii neighbor and asked: “Do you con ' verse?” “No, I don’t,” replied his neighbor. “Neither do 1,” exclaimed Mr. Bar , rie, comfortably. Parliamentary Suspension. . Sir Henry Lucy drops a hint from the “Cross Benches” in the Observer as to the "suspension” of members oi the house —and the vagueness of ths penalty. Can it be true that members get themselves named and suspended on purpose to achieve a compulsory holiday? Eight pounds a week will make for modest comfort at Brighton or Eastbourne. The member of par liament is paid whether he is in ths house or at Margate or in the Clock Tower. Budapest has a more drastis way. If the member is suspended he is fined 16 shillings a day. That teaches him to behave. Now that we pay our representatives we might make payment conditional on their representing us in the proper place.— London Chronicle. MEMORY IMPROVED. Since Leaving Off Coffee. Many persons suffer from pool memory who never suspect coffee bar anything to do with IL The drug—caffeine —in coffee, acti Injuriously on the nerves and heart, causing Imperfect circulation, to<i much blood in the brain at one time too little in another part. This often causes a dullness which makes a good memory nearly impossible. “I am nearly seventy years old and did not know that coffee was the cause of the stomach and heart trouble I suffered from for many years, until about four years ago,” writes a Kansas woman. “A kind neighbor Induced me to quit coffee and try Postum. I had been suffering severely and wai greatly reduced in flesh. After using Postum a little while I found myself improving. My heart beats became regular and now I seldom ever no tice any symptoms of my old stomach trouble at all. My nerves are steady and my memory decidedly better than while I was using coffea “I like the taste of Postum fully as well as coffee.” Name given by Posturq Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Write for booklet, “Th< Road to Wellvllle.” I Postum comes in two forms. Regular (must be boiled). Instant Postum doesn’t require boiling but is prepared Instantly by stirring a level teaspoonful in an or dinary cup of hot water, which makei it right for most persons. •A big cup requires more and some people who like strong things put la a heaping spoonful and temper it wltl a large supply of cream. Experiment until you know th| amount that pleases your palate and have It served that way In the future “There's a Reason” for Postum.