Walkerton Independent, Volume 34, Number 21, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 6 November 1908 — Page 3

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SYNOPSIS. The Escapade opens, not in the romance preceding- the marriage of Ellen Slocum, a Puritan miss, and Lord Carrington of England, but in their life after settling in England. The scene is placed, just following the revolution, in Carrington castle in England. The Carringtons, after a house party, engaged in a family tilt, caused by jealousy. Lord Carrington and his wife each made charges of faithlessness against the other in continuation of the quarrel. First objecting against playing cards with the guests, Lady Carrington agreed to cut cards with Lord Strathgate, whose attentions to Ellen had become a sore point with Carrington. The loss of SIOO,OOO failed to perturb her, and iter husband then cut for his wife’s I. O. U. and his honor, Carrington winning. The incident closed except that a liking for each other apparently arose between Lady Carrington and Lord Strathgate. Additional attentions of Lord Carrington to Lady Cecily and Lord Strathgate to Lady Carrington comf»elled the latter to vow that she would eave the castle. Preparing to flee, Lady Carrington and her chum Deborah, an American girl, met Lord Strathgate at two a. m., he agreeing to see them safely away. Ellen fled. Strathgate driving. He attempted to take her to his castle, but she left him stunned in the road ■when the carriage met with an accident. She and Debbie then struck out for Portsmouth, where she intended to sail for America. Hearing news of Ellen’s flight. Lords Carrington and Seton set out in pursuit. Seton, locating a Ashing village, hit the trail of Ellen and Debbie. He then rented a fast vessel and started in pursuit, Carrington pursuing Strathgate. Strathgate, bleeding from fall, dashed on to Portsmouth, for which Carrington, Ellen and Seton were also headed by different routes. CHAPTER X. The Bewilderment of Strathgate. As my Lord Carrington rode with increasing satisfaction and Sir Charles Seton sailed in a growing sense of self-congratulation in that he alone was on the right track, my lord of Strathgate was full of bewilderment. Like Carrington, he, too, made inquiries at every posting station, at every wayside inn, from every passerby, as to the whereabouts of the two who had escaped him, and everywhere he had been met by an absolute lack of information. Strathgate, by hard riding, reached Portsmouth about nightfall. Carrington was not to arrive, although he pressed on all night, until the following morning. Strathgate was morally certain that the people he was chasing could not have reached Portsmouth before him. Carrington, plunging along on exhausted, half-foundered horses, the leavings of Strathgate, lost the comparative cheerfulness of the morning and worked himself up into such a fury that if he had come across the earl he would probably have killed him I out of hand without giving him a chance for defense. To hearten up her young friend, Ellen put a brave face upon the whole matter. She pointed out to her how comfortable and free from pursuit, or interference, they would be when they boarded the New Eagle at Portsmouth; what a pleasant voyage they would have back; and made various other suggestions to cheer her young comrade and to fight down the growing dismay in her own heart. It was only by constantly holding up before herself the picture of my lord and Lady Cecily in each other’s arms in the arbor that she kept herself to the pitch of her adventure. She found herself thinking wistfully of the happy days of the past; of the many pleasant cruises which they had made in these very waters. What a gallant, devoted, royal lover he had been! How she hated Cecily Carrington! She looked at herself and took a mental inventory of that she could not see and wondered how he could for a moment prefer that weak and vapid creature to his wife. And yet it is probable that Ellen had never loved Carrington as she did while tossing about in that little open boat, a lonely speck upon the sea, munching dry hard bread and drinking tepid water and trying to console the whimpering little maiden by her ' side. And it is possible, too, that Lord Carrington never realized how much he was in imminent danger of losing and how much the loss meant to him as he plunged along through the darkness on the way to Portsmouth. Ellen had advanced much farther on her journey when she ran into the calm which later overtook Seton. All Ellen’s ready money, except what she carried on her person, had been left to Carrington in the cheque on her desk, but she still retained control of several stout merchantmen which had come to her from her father and the New Eagle was the best of them. Once she set foot on the docks of that ship, she would be perfectly safe. Meanwhile, as she had been up practically all the night before, she felt that she must have some slumber. She furled the sail of the little boat, turned the tiller over to Debbie with instructions for her to let the shallop drift and to waken Ellen in two hours by the watch. It was very lonely and miserable for poor Debbie. She was flying like Ellen from that she loved best, but unlike Ellen there was no reason on earth for her to break away. It was only the constraint put upon her by the stronger will that had brought her to this wretched pass. She sat idly in the stern sheets, holding the tiller, while the tears trickled down her pretty red cheeks. She wished that she were anywhere else under heaven than in this boat. She looked at i Ellen almost malevolently, surveying her slight and boyish figure with a | venomous glance and the thought that ' since clothes of the other sex so well • became her, Ellen should have been ; born a man. Poor Debbie felt very wretched and very lonely tossing idly about in the quiet seas under the calm stars. She wondered if Sir Charles did really love her as she had more than once indicated, or whether he were like the faithless Carrington and the insidious Strathgate. There was nothing to do except tn

look out for passing vessels and she had plenty of time for silent thought about her past, her present and her future. CHAPTER XI. The Mad Chase. Lord Strathgate was early abroad, which proves the keenness of his interest in the chase. His agents reported to him at daybreak, but had no news of their quest. No one remotely resembling the fugitives had been seen during the night. Although he had breakfasted and day had scarcely dawned. Strathgate could not remain idle. Instinctively his footsteps turned toward the strand. If Ellen had arrived during the night, she would probably have sought the harbor at once. Although the New Eagle had sailed, as she would find to her dismay, there were other ships in the harbor and upon one of these she might have taken refuge. Even though it was yet early, there was plenty of stir along the sea wall, and Strathgate mingled with the fishermen, boatmen, sailors and pilots busy about their various tasks. By the judicious expenditure of shillings and sixpences, he opened the most stubborn mouths. But no one had seen the missing pair. After a half hour’s investigation, he was about to give it up as a hopeless task and return to the inn, when as a

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last venture he put his question to a young fisherman, the latest comer to the wharf. “Yes, yer honor,” replied the man, “I think there was a man and a woman, or a young girl among the passengers which my brother, who owns a wherry, put aboard a ship like you Flying Star, late last night.” The woman happened to be the captain’s wife, and the young man was the supercargo of the ship, and the ship happened to be another ship, and not the Flying Star at all; but of that of course neither Strathgate nor his informant had any knowledge. The earl’s interest was at once awakened, “What ship did you say that was?” “The Flying Star, I think ’twas called, though I’m no ways certain, yer honor.” “Whose ship was she? Os what nationality, that is?” “She's an American merchantman, sir,” returned the sailor, whose name was Cooper. “And where does she lie?” “She doesn’t lie nowhere,” answered another sailor, surveying the harbor, “leastways her berth was there nearest the warships”—he pointed off toward Admiral Kephard's fleet of grim war monsters swinging easily at - their anchors in the strong ebb —“but I she’s gone now.” “She got under way ot daybreak J this morning,” said a bystander; “yon- ! der she is.” He pointed down the i harbor at a ship under full sail rapid- । ly working toward the channel. “Who has the fastest boat in the harbor?” cried Strathgate with sudden resolution. “I have, yer honor,” answered Cooper. Ami although his claim was vociferously disputed by a dozen men who crowded around Strathgate, who rather liked the appearance of the man, pitched upon him for his purpose. “A hundred pounds to you.” he cried loudly, “if you put me on board the Flying Star before she gets out of th® harbor "

“I'd like to see the color of yer money, yer honor, beggin’ yer pardon,” said Cooper. Strathgate pulled out a full purse and passed him a ten-pound note. ‘‘This for earnest money,” he said. “Now hasten!” ”111 want a hand to help me with the sails,” said Cooper, full of excitement. “Five pounds to the man that goes, if we win. I’m the earl of Strathgate.” “Yes, your lordship.” “Take me, Cooper!” “I’ll go!” cried one and another. Cooper quickly selected his man,

choosing one of the lightest and most agile of the applicants. “Into the boat with you!” cried Strathgate as soon as the matter was settled. Now that he had made up his mind, ! he was eager to be off. He did not know where Ellen was. He had no j assurance that she was on that ship, | but at any rate it was a possible clew, and anything was better than passing 1 the day in idleness at Portsmouth, i Perhaps Ellen had come in in some ' way during the night. Stop! It suddenly flashed into his mind that she might have come by sea. There would have been plenty of time, if she had gotten a boat, anywhere near the place where the carriage was wrecked. ' This made him the more impatient and anxious to get away. Fired by the splendid reward for success, Cooper and his man worked double tides and soon had the sails hoisted and the boat ready for departure. “Will yer honor come now?” “Immediately,” cried Strathgate. । “We haven’t a moment to lose, your I lordship,” returned Cooper. “Those ' Yankees are swift footers and it’ll be nip and tuck if we overhaul her.” Strathgatp sprang into the boat and Cooper shoved off. The boom swung out to leeward and the sail of the cutter filled. She was in the lee of the wharf, however, and was moving

very slowly when a horseman came i galloping dowm to the strand at full ; speed. His sorry steed was completely blown. The rider dropped the reins on the horse’s neck, sprang to the ground and ran out on the wharf, attracted thereto by the crowd of people watching the departure of Strathgate. As he ran, he shouted: “Can any of you tell me anything about the New Eagle?” “Ay, master,” answered one of the boatmen, “she sailed yesterday morning for Philadelphia.” “Yesterday morning?” “Ay, yer honor.” “What ship is that?” continued Carrington, peering straight down the harbor. “She looks like an American.” He was viewing her with the eye of sailorly experience. “ ’Tis an American,” answered another, “that be the Yankee clipper, Flying Star.” “When did she sail?” “This morning at daybreak." “Where is—” At that moment Carrington’s eye comprehended the little cutter gliding along the wharf. He recognized Strathgate standing up in the stern sheets with his arms akimbo, an insulting smile upon his face. With a muttered oath Carrington in twe bounds reached the side of the wharf. The boat was increasing its speed at every moment. “Strathgate!” thundered Carrington, “where is my—?” He stopped. “Where are the fugitives?” Strathgate laughed ironically, while Carrington with eager eyes searched the recesses of the little craft, think- I ing that Ellen and Deborah would be aboard of her. His relief was Inex ; i pressible when he found that Strath ; I gate was alone. Yet that did not solvo i the question that rose in his mind. “Where is she, I say?” he thunI dered. Strathgate’s answer was an ironica' ! : bow. I “Am I your wife’s keeper?” hi \ j laughed, waving his hat in disdain | (TO BE CONHNUEP.)

. Rake and burn up the rubbish. That low, wet grour d will do well in i Herd’s grass. Kill a sheep this fa II and corn the meat. It is delicious Never feed more to I he animals than they will eat up clear i. -Jr Often the pessimist eeds a change of diet as much as an a ing else. j A Keep down the K tn the fall. It will lighten the -wo7 in the spring. Pig raising is most I .cessful where ' skim milk is a large prt of the feed j ration. I Machinery all housen? You cannot afford to let the rust eat out the lining ■ of your pocketbook. Irregular feeding is one contributory cause to horses acquiring the habit of bolting their feed. Put a mulch of strawy manure around the berry bushes and the grape vines, but don’t put on too early. Your first mistake is excusable, your second, never; for no'man has any business making the same mistake twice. The dairyman’s profits come in during all the year. That is one reason | why that type of farming is better than any other. — A good herd of cows of one breed and in thrifty condition is the best kind of an index to the character of the farmer who owns them. Colts will not raise themselves. Hit-and-miss methods never yet produced the best horses. Remember that raisj ing colts pays if you give them intelligent care. ■ Careful feeding can keep up the milk flow. It does not pay to let it run down, for once a smaller yield is established it cannot, be (increased uni til after another calving^ The cold rains of the kali prove a great drain upon (he vitality of the five stock. The farmer th^t does not provide shelter for the - animals is working against his osZ Interests. Not only place the farm machinery under cover, but oil it up so that | atmospheric dampness will not rust the exposed bright parts. A little i time now will save days of trouble next spring. | A tidbit in the way of a piece of I sugar or an apple will prove ideal in winning the confidence of the colt. Always have something for him, and you will be proud and delighted at the attention he will shower upon you. Grade up your dairy cows by using a pure bred bull. It may take a few years to do it, but each year saving , the best of the heifer calves will give you in time a herd of sows that will ■ prove far more profitable than your present herd. Raise the best crops you can and sell them at the best price you can, but don’t speculate. The farmer that begins to deal on the grain market has : taken bis first step to ruin, for nothI ing but failure and loss ever came to I the farmer who tried his hand at the ■ game. An old swindle that is being tried on the farmers again is that of selling them a new and tyonderful kind of wheat and binding them by a contract to return to the mag (who thus places them in away to get rich), a certain number of bushels; of the grain next year. Look out foil it. Sheep that haveween a long time without salt are ayt to make themselves sick eatirj^ too much of it when the opport \aity comes. Be regular in feed) to them, or, better still, provide t box to which the flock can have ? Ass at all times. They will help tßtmselves, and will eat only such as ft good for them. Never 'let the] soil remain bare. Sun, rain and wild will do it harm. It loses a greaten amount of its finer particles by the Ijaching of rain water than does soil t»t is covered with some crop. It isftell for a soil to be covered most of Ke time, even if the crop grown hasK) be turned under. For this reasonßeome agriculturists sow a crop in t e early fall when it can make only e ough growth to partly cover the gr md during the winter. They plot this under in the spring. Some fowls a > weak because born that way. They inherited their weakness from the 1 ?k of materials or of vitality in the gg- Such birds will i require a good deal of doctoring if ' they are to be ept alive and are the ones on which ie most attention has Ito be bestowed. In any flock there is I a certain per ent. of this kind of । birds, and it d- Ls not pay to bother I much with th They are good enough for eatiT and should be fat- | tened and dispjj id of. A weak fowl i probably cannJF ne made strong by any method oweeding, as they seem ; to be weak inlhat thing we call the 1 life pi’nciple, Ktality.

Rape makes a good pasture for [ hogs. Plow the land only when it crum- j bles away from the plow. Not, “Shall I build a silo?” but “How large shall I build it?” Get things in shape for the winter. Make the poultry snug. Try feeding wheat to the hens and see if it will increase the egg yield. Kind words is the oil that makes i the machinery of life run smoothly. — Get after the tent caterpillars in the trees. Cut out their nests and burn . tnem. Why not a good dairy if a dairy herd at all? You can have such by ! care in breeding. Currant bushes should be propagated only from bushes that bear the most and best fruit. Attend to the tile draining this fall. Perhaps all that ails that young orchard is the need of tiling. Poison vines growing in the fence corners are poor testimonials to a farmer’s character. Dig ’em out. Good winter quarters must b.» ,prp- Ivided for the sheep if they do well. . They need sunlight, fresh air and dry i floor. Neglected to mark the turkeys and now there comes the dispute with the neighbors as to who’s who, and what’s what. Pound for pound, sheep manure is three times as valuable as cow manure. One argument in favor of keeping sheep on the farm. The manure spreader is a drudge saver. Many a farmer thinks he cannot afford one who would find that a lew seasons’ work would more than pay for it. The overhead rack is a poor place from which to feed the horse. Besides being an unnatural way for the animal to feed, it causes a great deal of dust, which is a bad thing. Have a hospital pen where the sheep that give evidence of being sick can be isolated and treated. Many a contagious disease can in this way be kept from spreading in a flock. Pull a few of the tomato plants on which green tomatoes still hang and put in the cellar. They will ripen and you will continue to have ripe, fresh tomatoes until after Thanksgiving, if you manage right. The chief trouble with the party line is that some folks make hogs of themselves and monopolize the telephone in visiting to the prevention of the transaction of urgent business by other parties on the same lino. Watch the chickens when the farmer is going through the barnyard, and you can often learn a heap as to what kind of a man he is. If the hens run as though in fear of their lives be sure that that farmer has a brutal strain in him which even the chicks have discovered. Don’t let the fences get in bad repair. It is not only an invitation to the stock to get breechy, but it makes the work of fixing them up much more difficult than would have been the ease had they been fixed in season. Remember the old adage, “A stitch in time saves nine.” A road which has successfully stood the test of two years at Mankato, Minn., and cost only SO cents a lineal foot, was made by overlaying the ordinary road with crushed stone and gravel upon which a dressing of cement was spread followed by a coating of sand and then well rolled. In our opinion the best time for a cow to come fresh is in the fall, for the stimulus which then comes to the lacteal glands will with proper feeding and care continue a good milk flow through the winter; then, with fresh grass in the spring, a still further stimulus is received. On the other hand, the cow that is fresh in the spring receives all the stimulus at once, then as fly time comes she begins to shrink and when she goes on winter feed she falls off rapidly. A farm paper suggests a use for old tin cans by melting off the tops and bottoms and straightening out the tin and lining the inside of the chicken house. It certainly would make the walls and corners mice and rat proof, but how about the lice and mites? The small overlapping pieces of tin would prove ideal hiding places for the pests. This difficulty might be overcome, however, by whitewashing and making sure that the cracks were plastered flush with the whitewash. We were interested in watching a busy bunch of chickens around one of our trees the other day, and on investigation found that they were putting forth their best pecks toward thinning the ranks of a host of bark lice that were swarming on the trunk of the tree. They were getting a square meal while at the same time they were ridding the tree of a pest, and thus making a double profit for me. The orchard is a good place for ; the poultry, I thought, as I contented- ■ ly passed on about my work. Good vinegar can be made from apple parings in the following way: । Take the parings and put them in a i six-gallon stone jar and tamp them with a potato masher till they are pretty well bruised, then pour water over them till covered. We continue ; to put parings in till they have been in a week or more, then we strain out the parings and pour the cider into a keg and repeat the operation till one keg is full. We then lay an old piece of cotton cloth over the bung and let nature do the rest. In two months we have a keg q* the finest kind of vinegar.

David Grieves for Absalom Sunday School Leiscn for Nov. 8, 1908 Specially Arranged for This Paper | LESSON TEXT.—2 Samuel 18:24-33. I Memory verse, 33. GOLDEN TEXT.—“A foolish son is a ■ grief to his father.”—Prov. 17:25. TIME. —Three months after our last ! lesson. PLACE.—Jerusalem and Mahanaim, a ' fortified town east of the Jordan, near the Jabbok, memorable for Jacob's wrestling in prayer. Half way between the Dead sea and the Sea of Galilee. The battlefield was in the Wood of Ephraim in Gilead, east of the Jordan, within one day of Mahanaim. Comment and Suggestive Thought. The day that David left saw Absalom taking possession of the throne. Rejecting the shrewd advice of Ahithophel, he waited till he could gather a great army with which to attack and overcome his father. This was fatal. David and his two generals, the greatest in all Israel, planned and organized their forces for defense only, so far as David was j concerned. Absalom reigned three months, and during that time not one good thing is recorded concerning him. He was as great a failure as a king | as he was as a man; and for the same Veason—he was selfish X Hg_wanted to

be king for his own pleasure. He had no kingly aims or ideals. Apparently self-conceit was the rea- * son why he followed Hushai's advice, for that wily enemy of his put before him a picture of himself at the head । of an immense army, like a world-con-queror, and all the nations, as it were, singing “Hail to the Chief.” Among many other significant devices, some beyond the seas have a picture of a man, with a full-blown bladder on his shoulders, another sranding by and pricking the bladder with a pin; the motto: “How suddenly! hinting thereby the sudden downfall of all worldly greatness. —■ Spencer. A man selfish in his inmost soul can never attain true success. Selfishness ruins health, ruins conscience, ruins judgment. “Amidst the scattered fight Absalom was separated from his men, and as he fled from a party of the enemy, tho mule on which he rode carried him beneath the low branches of a spreading terebinth and left him hanging by the head, probably in a forked bough. Perhaps, also, his long, thick hair got entangled, but there is nothing to support the common idea that he was suspended merely by the hair.” Josephus says distinctly that Absalom's hair was entangled. “The first soldier who came up spared his life because of the king’s command, and went to tell Joab. The unscrupulous chief hurried to the spot and thrust three javelins into Absalom s heart. There was probably a true regard for the king and kingdom in this act of Joab. He knew that Absalom could not with safety I be suffered to live, and that it would be difficult to rid the state of so foul a member at any other time than now, when a just right to slay him had been earned in open battle.” — Kitto. Absalom’s body was cast into a great pit, and a great heap of stones was cast upon him, either in detestation of his memory or as a monument to distinguish the place. V. 33. "Went up to the chamber.” ’ To be alone in his sorrow. The deep- ! est sorrow “treads the wine-press alone. “And wept.” “Tears are the safety-valves of the heart.” “O my son Absalom!” “There is not in the whole of the Old Testament a passage of deeper pathos than this. The simple beauty of the narrative is exquisite; we are irresistibly reminded I of him who, while he beheld the rebellious city of Jerusalem and thought of the destruction it was bringing upon itself, wept over it (Luke 19:41).”— Cook. “Would God I had died for thee.” "So Moses (Ex. 32:32), and so St. Paul (Rom. 9:3), would have sacrificed themselves, had it been possible, to save others. His wish to die in Absalom’s stead was no mere extravagance of grief.” A Contrast. —We have before us in this lesson the last days of two marked men; both have sinned greatly: one was young, the other old; they had different points of view; they looked at their sin in a different light; they acted differently in view of it; their characters were different, and the close of their careers differed. Absalom and His Sin.—He was young; he sinned with his whole nature; he kept on sinning to the end, with no hint of repentance, with no alleviation of character. He did not repent even as much as Esau, who regretted the consequences of his action with strong crying and tears. David’s sin was an incident —a very terrible incident—in a very' great and useful life. It was a dangerous eddy, like the whirlpool below the Niagara falls; but It was brief, it was not the main current of his life. He repented, j and all his after life showed sinners j the way of repentance, the® possibilities of repentance and restoration. It has been a sermon for almost 3,000 years on the tender mercies and forgiving love of our Father in heaven. Absalom from out the far-off past is still pointing our modern youth to certain great lessons his career ! teaches us: (1) “The way of transgressors is hard.” (2) The success of the wicked is short, and then he is like chaff which the wind bloweth away. “Not consid ering that the successes of the foolish and wicked form the first rod of their chastisement.” (3 Sin is sometimes attractive at ! first, but at last it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder. (4) The way to true success is not through disobedience to parents. (5) No failure is so terrible as the failure of a life; no ruin like the ruin ! of a soul. (6) The death of the wicked is lighted by no ray of hope. (7) They that sow the wind shall reap the whirlwind. Silence Not Always a Virtue. There is a time when silence is an excellent quality and a noble virtue, and there is a time when it shows a : lack of moral courage and great cowardice.—H. Lee.

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ill v JIX C IUIS. : He took from his vest pocket the fel- ; low to the stogey in his mouth and 1 tossed it across the table to me. “Ever hear how Bill Doolittle lived on ten cents a week?” 1 I confessed that Bill’s economies had never been brought to my attention. । “Wal,” said Biddle, “he took dinner with a friend on Sunday, an’ ate enough to last ’im till Wednesday. Then he bought ten cents’ wuth o’ tripe, an’ he hated tripe so like thunder that it lasted ’im the rest o’ the week. These seegars work a good deal like that tripe. You take to smokin’ ’em, an’ y’u won’t want more’n one or two a day.” 15 YEARS OF SUFFERING. Burning, Painful Sores on Legs— Tortured Day and Night—Tried Many Remedies to No Avail —Cured by Cuticura. “After an attack of rheumatism, running sores broke out on my husband's legs, from below the knees to the ankles. There are no words to tell all the discomforts and great suffering he had to endure night and day. He used every kind of remedy and three physicians- treated him, one after the other, without any good results whatever. One day I ordered some Cuticura Soap, Cuticura Ointment, and Cuticura Resolvent. He began to use them and in three weeks all the sores were died up. The burning fire stopped, and the pains became bearable. After three months he was quite well. I can prove this testimonial at any time. Mrs. V. V. Albert, Upper Frenchville, Me., July 21, 1907.” BOTH UPLIFTING. “I see that they’re a-goin' to uplift us farmers'.” I “What do they calc’late ter use—balloons or dynamite?” Time’s Wonderful Changes. Harry Lauder says that when Sir Alexander Ramsay was constructing upon his magnificent estate in Scotland a piece of machinery to drive, । by means of a small stream in his barnyard, a threshing machine, a winnowing machine, a circular saw for splitting trees, a hay press, an oat roller, etc., he noticed an old fellow, who had long been about the place, looking very attentively at all that was going on. “Robby,” said he, “wonderful things people can do nowadays, can't they?” “Ay,' said Robby; “indeed, Sir Alexander, I’m thinking if I Solomon was alive now he’d be thought naething o’!” PUZZLE SOLVED. Coffee at Bottom of Trouble. It takes some people a long time to find out that coffee is hurting them. But when once the fact is clear, most people try to keep away from the thing which is followed by ever increasing detriment to the heart, ; stomach and nerves. ; “Until two years ago I was a hea^ I coffee drinker,” writes an 111. stocki man, “and had been all my life. lam I now 56 years old. “About three years ago I began to I have nervous spells and could not sleep nights, was bothered by indigestion, bloating, and gas on stomach affected my heart. “I spent lots of money doctoring—- : one doctor told me I had chronic cai tarrh of the stomach; another that I had heart disease and was liable to j die at any time. They all dieted me until I was nearly starved but I seemed to get worse instead of better. “Having heard of the good Postum had done for nervous people, I discarded coffee altogether and began to ! use Postum regularly. I soon got beti ter, and now, after nearly two years, ' I can truthfully say I am sound and । well. “I sleep well at night, do not have the nervous spells and am not bothI ered with indigestion or palpitation. I i weigh 32 pounds more than when I began Postum, and am better every i way than I ever was while drinking cos- : fee. I can’t say too much in praise of i Postum, as I am sure it saved my life.” i "There’s a Reason.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle । Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Wt ’ ville,” in pkgs. Ever read the above let tert A new I one appears from time to time. They i are Renuitje, true> and full of trarnuß. : interest.