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DYSPEPSIA IS NOW THING OF THE PAST St. Louis Citizen Eats Anything on ths Table and Has Gained Several Pounds in Weight— Gives Tanlac Full Credit. “The other medicines I tried before didn’t even budge my troubles, but three bottles of Tanlac have fixed me up in fine shape,” said H. Mohr, wellknown citizen living at 112 S. Fourth St., St. Louis, Mo. “Two years ago my stomach went wrong and my appetite failed me. Gas formed from what little I would eat and pressed on my heart until it palpitated so I could hardly breathe. I wasn’t able to do regular work, because of pains in the back, bad headaches and dizzy spells. “But I have gained several pounds now since taking Tanlac and eat just anything I want without any trouble. The pains and headaches never bother me any more, and I am only too glad to pass the good word along about Tanlac. ' It is simply wonderful.” Tanlac is sold by all good druggists. A Stranger to Her, “You’ll never Le able to sell antiquities.” “Why not ?” “You told that woman the chair she was .looking at formerly belonged to Mme. de Pompadour. I told you to say Du Barry.” “It didn’t matter. She asked if Pompadour wasn’t that ‘dreadful Eytalian’ woman who was always spreading poison around.’* Eventually, Why Not Now. Mandy and Ilastus had become engaged, but Mandy still had misgivings. “Big boy,” she murmured, one evening. “Ah knows yo’ love me, but huccum you comes roun’ wantin’ to marry me so soon after yo’ loses yo’ Job?” “Sho, Mandy.” he replied, reassuringly, “what’s de difference does Ah quit work and marry yo’,' or marry yo’ an’ quit work?” About Flies. “I wonder where nil the flies come from,” grumbled Mrs. Jones as she swatted around the "dining .room. “Well, mom.” said the young joker of the family, “the cyclone makes the house fly, the blacksmith inakefe the fire fly, the jockey makes the horse fly, and I heard you tell pa at supper last night that us children make the butter fly.”

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PART lll—Continued. —ls—- — needn’t bother about that Julia. I’ll look after it.” “How?” “I could sit on the porch till it came.” he said. “I’d tell ’em you wanted ’em to leave it.” He paused painfully. “I could wait out on the porch with it, to see that it was safe, until you came back tomorrow morning.” She looked full at him. and he plaintively endured the examination. “Noble!” She had undoubtedly a moment’s shame that any creature should come to such a pass for her sake. “What lovely nonsense!” she said ; and sat upon a stool before the crackling fire. “Do sit down, Noble — unless your dinner will be waiting for you at home?” “No,” he murmured. “They never wait for me. Don’t you want me to look after your trunk?” “Not by sitting up all night with it on the porch,” she said. “I'm going to stay here myself. I’m not going out; I don’t want to see any of the family tonight.” "I thought you said you were hungry.” “I am; but there’s enough in the pantry. I looked.” “Weil, if you don’t want to see any of ’em.” he suggested, “ami they know your father’s away and think the house Is empty, they’re liable to notice the lights and come in—and then you’d have to see ’em!” “No; you can’t see the lights of this room from the street, and I lit the lamp at the other end of the hall. The light near the front door,” Julia added, “I put out.” “You did?” “I can’t see any of ’em to-night,” she said resolutely. “Besides, I want to find. out. what you meant in the taxicab before I do anything else.” “What I meant in the taxicab?” he echoed. “Oh, Julia, Julia!” She frowned, first at the fire, then, turning her head, at Noble. “You seem to feel quite reproachful about something,” she observed. “No, I don’t. I don’t feel reproachful, Julia. I don’t know what I feel, but I don't feel reproachful.” She smiled faintly. “Don’t you? Well, there’s something perhaps you do feel, and that’s hungry. Will you stay to dinner with me —if I go and get it?” “What?” “You can have dinner with me—ls you want to? —and stay till ten o’clock —if you want to? Wait!” she said, and jumped up and ran out of the room. She came back and called softly to him from the doorway, half an hour later ; and he followed her to the din-ing-room. “It isn’t much of a dinner, Noble.” she saidtt little tremulously ; being for once (though strictly as a cook) genuinely apologetic—but the scrambled eggs, cold lamb, salad .and coffee were quite as “much of a dinner” as Noble wanted. To him everything on the table was hallowed, yet shredded through and through with an excruciating melancholy. “Now we’ll talk !” said Julia, when she had brought him back to the fire again, and they were seated before it. “Don’t you want to smoke?” He I shook his head dismally, having no | heart for what she proposed. "Well, I then,” she said briskly, but a little ruefully, “let’s get to the bottom of things. Just what did you mean you had ‘in black and white’ in your pocket?” Slowly Noble drew forth the historic copy of the North End Daily Oriole ; and with face averted, placed it In her extended hand. “What in the world!” she exclaimed, unfolding it; and then as its title and statement of ownership came into J iH Julia’s Eyes Grew Dangerous—“ The Little Fiends!” view, “Oh, yes! I see! Aunt Carrie wrste me that Uncle Joseph had given Herbert a printing press. I suppose Herbert’s the editor?” “And that Rooter boy,” Noble said sadly. "I think maybe your little niece, Florence, has something to do with it, too.” “Something to do with It? She usually has all to do with anything she gets hold of! But what’s it got to do with met’ “You’ll see!” he prophesied accurately. She began to read, laughing at some of the items as she went along; then

she suddenly became rigid, holding the small journal before her in a transfixed hahd. “Oh !” she cried. “Oh, oh !” “That’s—that’s what—l meant," Noble explained. Julia’s eyes grew dangerous. “The little fiends!” she cried. ‘Oh, really, this is a long-suffering family, but it’s , time these outrages were stopped !” She jumped up. “Isn’t It frightful?” she demanded of Noble. “Yes, it is,” he said, with a dismal fervor. “Nobody knows that better than I do, Julia!” “I mean this!” she cried, extending the Oriole toward him with a fine sweep of gesture. “I mean this dreadful story about poor Mr. Crum I” “But it's true, though,” he said. “That’s what hurts me, Julia!” “Noble Dill!’ “Julia !” ‘ ’ “Do you dare to say you believed It?” He sprang up. “It isn’t true?” “Not one word of it ! I told you Mr. Crum is only twenty-six. He's not been out of college more than three or four yeats, and it's the most terrible slander to say he's ever been married at all!’* Noble dropped back into his chair of misery. “I thought you meant it wasn’t true.” “I've just told you there isn’t one word of tr —” “But you’re—engaged— to him,” Noble gulped. “You're engaged to him. Julia!” She appeared not to hear him. “I suppose it can be lived down.” she said. “To think of Unde Joseph putting such a thing into the hands of those awful children!” “But, Julia, you are eng—” “Noble!” she said sharply. “Well, you are eng—” Julia drew nerself up. “Different people mean different things by that word,” she said with severity, like an annoyed instructress. “There are any ■ number of shades of meaning to words; and if I used the word you mention in writing home to the family, I may have used a certain shade and they may have thought I intended an- > other.” “But, Jiilla—” “Mr. Crum is a charming young ' man,” she continued, with the same primness. “I liked him very much. I liked him very much indeed. I liked him very, very much. I liked him very—” ' “I understand,” he interrupted. “Don’t say it any more, Julia.” “No; you don’t understand. At first I liked him very much —in fact I still do, of course—l'm sure he’s one of the best and most attractive young men in the world. I think he’s a man any girl ought to be happy with, if he were only to be considered by himself. I don’t deny that I liked him very much indeed, and I don’t deny that for several days after he —after he proposed to me—l don’t deny I thought something serious might possibly come of it. But at that time, Noble, I hadn’t—hadn’t really thought of what it meant to give up living here at home, with all the family and everything—and friends —friends like you. Noble. I hadn’t thought what it would mean to me to give all this up. And besides, there was something very important. At the ' time I wrote that letter mentioning poor Mr. Crum to the family, Noble, I hadn’t —I hadn’t —” She paused, in some distress. “I hadn’t—” “You hadn’t what?” he cried. “I hadn’t met his mother!” Noble leaped to his feet. “Julia! You aren't —you aren’t engaged?” “I am not,” she answered decisively. “If I ever was, in the slightest, I certainly am not now.” Poor Noble was transfigured. He struggled; making half-formed gestures, speaking half-made words. “Julia —Julia —” He choked: “Julia, promise me something? Julia—promise to promise me something.” “I will,” she said quickly, “What do yon want me to do?” “Give me your word,” he said, still radiantly struggling. “Give me your word —your word and sacred promise, JtUia —you'll never be engaged to anybody at all!” At six minutes after four o’clock of the second afternoon following Julia’s return. Noble Dill closed his own gate behind him as he set forth upon the four-minute walk that would bring him to Julia’s. He wore a bit of indoor geranium in the buttonhole of his new light overcoat. 'v Passing the foot of an alley which debouched upon the street, he was aware of a commotion, of missiles hurled and voices clashed. Casting a glance that way, Noble could see but one person; a boy of thirteen or fourteen who looked through a crack in a board fence, steadfastly keeping an eye to this aperture. and as continuously calling through it, holding his head to one level for this purpose, but at the same time dancing—and dancing tauntingly, it was conveyed—with the other parts of his body. His voice was now sweet, now piercing, and again far too dulcet with the overkindness of burlesque; and if, as it seemed, he was unburdening his spleen, his spleen was a powerful one, and gorged. He appeared to be in a torment of tormenting; and his success was proved by the pounding of bricks, anef rocks of size, upon the other side of the fence. , “Oh, dolling!” he wailed, his tone polsononsly amorous. “Oh, dolling Henery! Go’s dot de mos’ booful eyes in a dray bid nasty world, Henery! Oh, has I dot booful eyes, dolling Pattywatty? Yes, I has! I has dot pretty eyes!” His voice rose to an unbearably piercing climax. “Oh, what prettiest eyes I dot! Me and Herbie*

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1 By Booth Tarkington H Copyright, IS®l ■ by the Bell Syndicate, Ina. Atwater! Oh, my booful eyes! Oh, my booful —” But even as he reached this apex, the head, shoulders and arms of Herbert Atwater rose momentarily above the fence across the alley, behind the tormentor. Herbert’s expression was Implacably resentful, and so was the gesture with which he hurled an object at the comedian pre-occupied with the opposite fence. This object upon reaching its goal; as It did with more a splash than a thud, was revealed as a tomato, presumably In a useless state. The taunter screamed in astonishment, and after looking vainly for an assailant, began necessarily to remove his collar, as Noble went on his way. How blindly we walk our ways! As Noble flourished down the street there appeared a wan face at a prison window and the large eyes looked out upon him wistfully. But Noble went on, as unwitting that he had to do with this prison as he was that he had to do with Master Torbin’s tomato. The face at the window was not like Charlotte Corday’s, nor was the window barred, though the prisoner knew solace in wondering if she did not sug||g?r j The Taunter Screamed in Astonishment. gest that famous picture. For all purposes, except during school hours, the room was certainly a cell; and the term of imprisonment was set at three days. Florence had finally been obliged to face questions awaiting her; and it would have been better for her had she used less imagination in answering them. Yet she was not wholly depressed as her eyes followed the disappearing figure of Noble Dill from over the fence es the yard whence she had ventured for a better view of Noble, thereby risking a heavier sentence. Noble passed from her sight, but nevertheless continued his radiant progress down Julia’s street. Life stretched before him, serene, ineffably fragrant, unending. He saw it as a flower-strewn sequence of calls on Julia, walks with Julia, talks with Julia by the library fire. Old Mr. Atwater was to be away four days longer, and Julia, that great-hearted bride-no Mo-be had given him her promise and sacred word; Blushing, indeed divinely, she had promised him, upon her sacred word, never, so long as she lived, to be er gaged to anybody at all. (THE END.) SAVE THE RACE FROM POISON Work That Nature Has Ordained for the Leaves Is Indispensable to Humanity. That we owe a big debt of gratitude to the old elm tree, and to the cinnamon rosebush, and even to the big pigweed that jeers at us from the corn rows, is driven home to Us by Solita Solano in an article on the microscope in the American boy. Every one learns, says the writer, that animals live through breathing in from the air pure oxygen and breathing out poisonous carbon dioxide. But how many ever stop to think where the poison goes after it is breathed out and where our fresh supply of Oxygen comes from? l eaves are four-fifths water and almost all the rest carbon. They get the carbon from the air, breathing it in'through multitudes of tiny mouths. In one square inch of a lilac leaf there are 160,000 mouths. These orifices take into the leaves of the world the 1.000,000 carloads of carbon dioxide that are passed daily into the atmosphere. The leaves break up the carbon dioxide into its original elements, carbon and oxygen. They retain the carbon and give us back pure oxygen in return. Thus they maintain a natural equilibrium; we owe our very existence to the trees and plants. Without the microscope we should never have known about the mouths of the leaves and what an all-impor* tant part they play In our lives. Author and Reader. An author who sets his reader on sounding the depths of hls own thoughts serves him best, and at the same time teaches the modesty of authorship. —A. Bronson AlcotL Too Much Slang. He—At which joint did your friend have hls arm amputated? She —That’s a mighty disrespectful » way to speak of a hospital.

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ART TREASURES NOT INSURED I For One Reason, No Amount of Money - Could Replace Those in Brit- I ish Storehouses. The great national storehouses of art treasures are not insured, writes a correspondent of the London Daily Mail.. No compensation would be forthcoming in case of fire or theft, i The reason is that the premiums on the millions of pounds’ worth of pic- i tures in the National gallery, antiquities in the British museum, and exhibits in the Victoria and Albert muse- i um. for instance, would amount to a very large sum. “If art galleries and museums insured they would have to pay out far larger sums than they receive In admittance charges.” said an official of the National Portrait gallery. “The latest apparatus for preventing and detecting fire is employed, and night watchmen are present.” An official of the British museum said: “We have very thorough systems of patrolling, and specvalnr?fiiUi of our town, who formerlyAserved in the London fire The For years we have be/n searching high and low for that hero of the movies who apnears always at the I right moment and hoists the villain. The other day we found him selling collars at a shirt place. We have wanted to meet the villain face to face—that black scoundrel of the plains, sinful, profane, death-defying.. We found him the other day, too, carrying out dead disnes in a restaurant. And the lovely girl, the creature of emotions and eyelashes, the dream of our summers, who is always sitting easily in a t magnificent couch chair, taking tea from an obsequious butler. We found her, too. She was selling tickets through the window ns we came out from the show.—Richmond Times-Dispatch. Pattern for Husbands. “Young women nowadays.” remarks an ornithologist in the employ of the government, “take too light a view of marriage. While in the West last summer I was induced 'o lecture to a summer school. During the course of this lecture 1 chanced to remark: “ ‘The ostrich sees very little; on the other hand, it digests everything.’ “Whereupon a girl on the front bench exclaimed, sotto voce, to her ‘ neighbor: ‘Gee! What an ideal hus- i band an ostrich myst make!”’

The Old ■ Carriage Maker Had an jftfilßw? Important Truth ' ft WFW > - ■ (, er JL O make each part as strong as the rest,” was his way of “building a wonderful, one-horse chaise that wouldn’t wear out till judgment day.” This illustrates a fact that is keeping many doctors busy these days —human bodies, like chaises, break down because some part isn’t as strong as the others. Very often it’s because of ill-balanced food, lacking in some important element of nutrition. This is especially true of ills developed in childhood, and carried on through life. Grape-Nuts, that world-famous, ready-to-eat cereal, brings the plan of building each part as strong as the rest —to serve human need. GrapeNuts contains all the nutriment of those best of the field grains, wheat and barley, including the vital mineral elements, and it is a wonderful food for building and sustaining health and strength. The delicious flavor and crispness of Grape-Nuts make it a welcome dish whenever you’re hungry. GraneNuts • K “There’s a Reason” Made by.Peatum Cereal Co., Inc., Battle Creek, Mich.]

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