6
THE GIFTS OF YESTERYEAR.
The Ice has skimmed the water
In the puddles by the way.
And blooms are dead and scattered
That were glowing yesterday;
Hut though they're scattered under foot.
Or floating through the air,
They're just as bright in memory—
No frost can reach them there.
And so with joys of yesteryear,
Its lilting songs and you,
Its scudding clouds of fleecy white,
Its violets and dew,
Its woodland ways and pleasant vales,
And ev'rything that's fled,
Are pictured in fond memory—
Though flown they are not dead.
Another bird than that we heard
May carol from the tree
As sweet a song as that we loved.
As glad and wild and free.
And other two may walk the ways
That we two held so dear;
Hut mem'ry gives them back to us,
Those ways of yesteryear.
The new year may bring days as glad.
The birds' glad carol shrill,
The turquoise skies and you and I
Together on the hill;
The future may give joys to us
As great as we have known—
The past did give them: and no time
May take from us our own!
—J. M. Lewis, in Houston Post.
H r GAMBLING _ 1 r
WITH FATE
By WILLIAM WALLACE COOK
Author of"The Gold Gleaner* A Story of
the Cyanide Tauk.s" "Withy'* Dau,"
M HU Friend th«- Knemy," - Rogers
1 Copyright, 1903, by William Wallace Cook)
CHAPTER VII.—CONTINUED.
Darrel groped his way forward and
ran against a table. After a pause he
took a match from his pocket and
struck it against the tabletop.
In the dim light he saw the old
traveling-bag open before him. Clean
linen met his startled gaze, a razor and
shaving materials, a sole leather case
containing toilet articles and a small
round mirror.
A bit of candle, planted in its own
drippings, stood in the center of the
table, while two other candles, un
used, lay near it. Darrel applied the
flickering match to the candle-wick
and then, from sheer weariness, fell
on an old stool at the table side.
For a space he rested, his eyes tak
ing in the objects spread out before
them and growing keen for the slight
est detail. One-half of the opened
traveling-bag lay over some papers.
Pushing the bag aside he saw a small
heap of letters and a red morocco
book, well worn and marked in tar
nished gilt: "Junius McCloud."
His gaze roved elsewhere and in an
instant he was brought up standing,
iimbs rigid and eyes staring. Near the
papers, and lying so that it had been
hidden by the opened traveling bag,
was a revolver whose ebony stock was
carved with a death's head.
Murgatroyd's! Sudden strength
swept through Darrel's body and he
plucked the candle from the table-top
and whirled around, holding the light
above bis head.
At the other end of the room was a
bunk built against the wall. Beside the
bunk, across another stool, were the
corduroys, neatly folded.
A form lay in the bunk—a still form
whose wide, unmoving eyes seemed
fixed upon the intruder. Darrel heaved
a deep breath. The form was not that
of Murgatroyd but of the easterner.
How came Murgatroyd's revolver
there? There were a dozen things
Darrel wanted to do, all at once, but
he set his hand to the thing nearest
him.
Picking up the revolver he examined
It. That it was the same weapon he had
beld in his hands a few hours before
live cartridges, their lead tips marked
with an "M," convinced him beyond all
peradventure.
The weapon was a .45 and the empty
shell of the sixth cartridge lay under
the hammer. Darrel's breath came
hard and quick as he laid the revolver
back on the table.
He knew it. Murgatroyd had com
mitted the murder for the purpose of
involving him and fate, working cir
cuitously, had developed Murgatroyd's
guilt through the agency of Junius Mc-
Cloud, otherwise the man in corduroys.
Life is a game of chance, Darrel
reasoned, and every man plays it
through with Fate for an opponent.
It is perforce an "honorable game," for
Fate will tolerate none of your short
card gentry.
The backs of the cards may not be
read and various tricks and makeshifts
are tabooed. Fate loves a daring and
honest player; one for example who
will discard aces in the hope of "help
ing" inferior cards.
But the play of Fate is peculiar, as
the establishing of Murgatroyd's guilt
through the instrumentality of Mc-
Cloud will witness. One thing alone
remained to make Darrel's assurance
doubly sure.
The bullet that killed Sturgis was
in the possession of the doctor at
Sandy Bar. Would that bullet chow
the mark which Darrel had put upon
•every load in the weapon belonging to
Murgatroyd?
Darrel picked up the candle and
stopped to the bunk. Other matters,
till now, had kept him from thinking
much of the strange silence of Junius
McCloud.
A deathly pallor lurked in McCloud's
eyes. Darrel laid a hand on the heart
but detected not the slightest pulsation.
The fugitive looked pensively down
on the silent form. Death had sealed
the lips which could have explained
presence of that revolver.
In turning away, Parrel saw a paper
bag on a shelf near the head of the
bunk. The bag contained food. Fam
ished as ho was he began eating at
once, carrying the bag to the table and
clearing a place in front of him.
McCloud, Darrel reflected, had been
a fastidious person. The fugitive re
called his furtive wiping of the dishes
at the Half Way house and wondered
to note that, even then, as he lay in the
brnk, his face was cleanly shaven and
his hair neatly brushed.
There were no marks of violence on
McCloud's person and it must be that
he had taken something to hurry him
self out of the world, His burden of
guilt had been greater than he could
bear and he had made his preparations
and left life like a gentleman.
In the midst of his meal, Darrel
heard the impatient whinnying of the
horse. The animal was probably in
need of water and Darrel went out at
once, pulled up the picket-pin and led
the horse to the creek. Then, after
seeking out a fresh range, he drove
the pin into the ground once more
and returned to the house.
A bold expedient had suggested itself
to Darrel. Sweeping the uneaten food
aside he picked up the diary and
opened it.
A third of tfle leaves were gone, hav
ing been torn raggedly from the book
and undoubtedly destroyed. On the
remaining leaves there was not a scrap
of writing.
A sigh of disappointment escaped the
man and he laid down the book
and drew the little heap of letters in
front of him. Suddenly he paused.
What right had he to read that cor
respondence? He boasted of being
honest and honorable; was there any
thing honest or honorable in reading
another's letters, even though that
other were dead?
It was a fine point and it is to Dar
rel's credit that it occurred to him.
There is a time, however, when neces
sity makes its own laws and Darrel,
with a half-apologetic look in the di
rection of the bunk, was soon deep in
the matter before him.
CHAPTER VIII.
DARREL AND THE LETTERS OF
JUNIUS.
First, Darrel arranged the letters in
sequence according to their dates.
Then he began his perusal with the
earliest, following through each one
down to the last.
The most frequent writer was one
Lawrence Ormsby whose name was as
PICKING UP THE REVOLVER HE
EXAMINED IT.
often abbreviated to "Lorry" or "L.
O." as signed in full. He appeared to
be a devoted friend of McCloud's.
The very first letter was from Orms
by, bore date at New York and the
envelope showed it had reached Mc-
Cloud in St. Paul. Part of it was
especially significant.
* * * We still have faith in you,
Junius, for God knows how much those
unfortunate spells, over which you have
no control, has helped in your undoing.
It is not so hard to live down the past.
Other men have done worse and have
retrieved themselves. Simply renounce
all Intercourse with this man who has
been your ruin. That is the first and
most important step. Then, if there is
anything holy for you 011 earth or above
it, swear by that never to stake another
dollar at play. » » »
You say this man has a strange in
fluence over you—a weird and malign
power which you cannot light against—
and that it is impossible for you to keep
away from him. Nonsense! Brace up,
my boy, and be a man. It you cannot do
this for yourself, do it for the sake of
your family, for love of the girl who is
to iftik her fate with yours, if all these
influences are powerless to sway you,
then certainly you must go your own
course and forfeit the esteem of all who
know you, including that of your friend,
LORRY.
"Unfortunate spells." The words
rang in Darrel's brain. A clew to
their meaning was found in a brief let
ter bearing, in its upper, left-hand
corner, the card of a New York physi
cian.
Ycu question me as to the cause and
eventual result of those recurring condi
tions you find it so difficult to under
stand. The phenomena are sensory.
Nerves are like harp-strings; played upon
too freely by an excitement so intense
as you develop, they grow suddenly
mute, the melody of life dying out of
th< m. Again and the music will
come creeping back, then finally fail to
return from those mysterious regions
whence all life comes and whither, at the
last, it tiles for ail time.
This is your knowledge and your warn
ing. and if I write in unprofessional
terms, I am yet suie that you will under
stand. Save yourself while there is time!
The haunting phrases of this letter
appealed to Darrel. He had a soul for
poetry and had occijiuonally set his
hand to verse.
Although he read and re-read the
written words for the mere pleasure
they gave him, as a clew to the "unfor
tunate spells" they remained only a
clew and nothing more.
Among the other missives were two
from a sweetheart. The heart of a
woman, laid bare in the opening
CAMKRON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MAY 19, *904.
words of the first letter, gave Darrel
pause.
His own heart smote him for prying
thus into the very core of McCloud's
privacy. Yet had he not the right?
That revolver proved a connection
with Murgatroyd, and Murgatroyd, to
Barrel's mind, stood ail but convicted
of the murder of Sturgis. The fugi
tive read on.
The first letter was all that a lover
might expect from his betrothed, but
the second throbbed in every line with
bitter anguish, broke the golden chain
of love and released him from his
vows.
For all that the letters revealed
beefing upon Darrel's affairs they
might have been left unprofaned by
stranger eyes. A sickening horror
pulsed through the fugitive's veins and
he hastened his reading.
At the very last was this, from
Ormsby:
• * • I have taken the liberty to re
fer to you, under a communication of
even date herewith, a Miss Elsie Avery
and her aunt, Mrs. Gorton. They will
arrive soon in Anaconda on a peculiar
mission. Any aid you may render Miss
Avery and Mrs. Gorton will be grate
fully received by them and deeply appre
ciated by me. Whatever you do in their
behalf will serve to till your mind and
withdraw it from your own misfortunes.
Barrel wrinkled his brow over this
epistle. It suggested an unknown
quantity which might play havoc with
his projected equation.
Every other scrap of information
gleaned from the correspondence
proved favorable to the fugitive's plan.
This last letter of Ormsby's alone made
him hesitate.
Half an hour's reflection, however,
decided the matter. It was a leap in
the dark but he would take it.
CHAPTER IX.
DARREL'S LEAF IN THE DARK.
With a pair of scissors taken from
the sole-leather toilet-case Darrel cut
off his full beard. Then he went down
to the creek and brought back some
water in a collapsible cup of the sort
affected by travelers who have an
aversion for public drinking utensils.
In a small shaving mug, lettered "J.
McC." in gilt monogram, he stirred up
a lather with perfumed soap and silver
mounted brush. The razor had an
ivory handle and the hollow-ground
blade of rare and tempered steel threw
off the candle light brilliantly as he
drew it back and forth over the strop—
the gold- mounted strop of a sybarite.
Presently Darrel's white face was as
smooth and clean as a child's and he
studied it in the mirror and com
pared it line by line with the deli
cate features of the man in the bunk.
There was a striking resemblance.
Who says that fate does not favor
the bold? Or that a man's fortunes are
ever at so low an ebb she does not
blow a straw of hope across his path?
Darrel was more than satisfied. A
swim in the creek and a brisk rub with
a rough towel sent the blood tingling
through his bruised and weary limbs.
Already he was a different man. But
the transformation was not yet com
plete.
Neatly laundered linen and fresh
silken undergarments were among the
stores of the old traveling bag. He
dressed himself slowly and deliberate
ly, by and by standing forth in the
dead man's shoes and corduroys, ap
pareled completely from head to heel.
In the pockets of the garments he
found many things. A silver cigar
clipper, a cigar case, a seal purse con
taining SSOO in bills, a card case, a key
ring, a pen-knife and a magnificent
gold watch, fob and seal. •
His mud-splashed, brier-torn gar
ments he left on the chair in lieu of
the corduroys, disturbing nothing (hat
had been his own. Reckoned dollar
for dollar he was leaving twice the
amount in valuables that ho was tak
ing.
"In stepping from one life into an
other," he said to himself, "there must
be a fair exchange. But this is better
than fair. I leave with him more
personal property than I appropriate
and a better reputation than he lias to
give. 1 am an innocent man believed
to be guilty, while he is guilty, but
supposed to be innocent. His inno
cence must shield me while I work out
my own salvation."
Standing beside the bunk, Darrel
save the calm face and stony, staring
eyes a long farewell look. McCloud
was a young man to have "stepped
aside" so early in the game of life.
He had come west to live down mis
deeds of the east. There was nothing
strange in that, for many a man had
done likewise.
But he had relatives, near ones and
dear friends, a sweetheart—wealth, no
doubt. Barrel sighed and closed the
lids over the staring eyes. He longed
to cover the young face, with its evi
dence of suffering, but he dared do no
more.
Circumstances had placed Darrel in
his present unpleasant plight. From
now on he must pay due regard to cir
cumstances and at all times consider
them well.
Moodily he paced the confines of the
hut, the figurative terms of the doc
tor's letter running through his brain.
Gradually his face grew rapt and ec
static.
He could add something to the
tragic circumstances under which the
body would be found. In a moment
he had dropped down at the table.
Tearing a yellow scrap from the pa
per bag that had confined the lunch
eon, he fumbled through the unaccus
tomed pockets until he had found a
pencil.
Then he wrote:
Flight of star, or shivering beam
Falling athwart the storm-cloud's
wrack,
Follow and find is it truth or dream,
Lamp Of the gods or a glow-worm's
track.
N. D.
He was not a poet—he could not lay
that flattering unction to his soul. A
post is not a man who feels but a
man who can write what all men feel.
This quatrain was au near as Darrel
rould come to analyzing, in words, the
emotions of the moment. McCloud
had gone into the unknown of death
while this other fugitive was steering
towards the unknown in life.
Over the head of the bunk Darrel
left his verse, impaling it on a sliver
of wood. Then he packed McCloud's
belongings in the traveling bag and
started from the hut. At the door he
paused and turned, his eyes on the
still form in the bunk.
"I leave you here, Nathan Darrel,"
he said, "an innocent, well- meaning
man who fared ill at the hands 01'
others and who tried to be honest but
could not be honorable. Now let us
see how well Junius McCloud retrieves
himself."
Half an hour later he was riding
through the gray dawn, mounted on
the calico cayuse and with tRe old
traveling bag fast at the saddle-can
tle.
[To Be Continued.]
A REFRESHING CHANGE.
One Man WIIO Wan Not looking for
u Tip for Dolnu a Small
Service.
A professor of geology in a Massa
chusetts college has a story to tell of
a Colorado mining camp which shows
that stars shine in the darkest firma
ments, says Youth's Companion. De
siring to spend his vacation in a prac
tical study of mines, he got letters of
introduction to all the chief engineers
and mine superintendents in Colorado,
and visited one mine after another
under the most favorable conditions.
His letters were from two or three
well-known men, and opened to him
many shafts where strangers were
strictly forbidden. The only difficulty
was in approaching mines which were
under guard. Labor troubles had made
it necessary to put patrols about many
of the shafts.
Approaching a coal mine which 110
was especially anxious to visit, he was
stopped by a huge Irishman, who told
him to "be aff."
"I have a letter to the superintend
ent."
"No matther. Ye're not allowed be
yand this shanty."
"I'll show you the letter."
"How could I know 'twas true?"
"But won't you take it into the su
perintendent?"
"An" lave me post?"
"Here is a quarter. You take it and
get this letter to the superintendent."
"A quarter, is it? An' the letther?
Wait till I hail Gimpsey an' get him to
watch while I go in."
He put his hands up to his mouth and
called. A man appeared beyond a
ridge.
"See that no wan crosses here till
I'll be back!" called the Irishman.
"Now ye shtand here an' I'll take your
letther."
He went up the path and out of sight
round the turn. The works were far
from the outposts. Soon he came
back.
"Sure, he says he'll see ye an' ye
can go in, but why he lets ye is more
than I can see. You sendin' him a
quarter and him earnin' twinty-flve
thousand a year!"
"You —you gave him that quarter?"
"For sure. Who else would I give
it to?"
The professor went by the big sentry
with an expression between a grin and
a scowl. When he introduced himself
to the superintendent he began to
apologize for the quarter.
"I'll give it back to McGrane," said
the superintendent, laughing, "but our
men out here are not hotel waiters."
CAMEL THAT GREW TOO FAT.
Little Fellow*** Paunch and Hump
(iot 'loo II Ik for 111 M Legft
to Support.
The Prince was a white, crooked
necked, gawky, long-legged, little
camel, wondrously amiable and inquis
itive, and with no hump to speak of,
says McClure's Magazine. One of the
difficulties in raising perfect specimens
from captive-born camels is that tho
youngsters grow fat too rapidly. This
is what happened t»> Prince Henry.
He cultivated an absurd paunch and
started his hump growing ahead of
schedule time, until his 250 pounds of
avoirdupois threatened his manly
shape. His forelegs showed signs of
giving way at the ankles, so that, in
stead of joining perpendicularly to the
broad, soft cushion feet, they threat
ened to spring back to an obtuse angle,
causing what is technically known as
Matfootedness.
The remedy applied was the same
used to reinforce weak ankles in hu
man creatures. Boots the Prince must
wear, tightly laced boots, reaching from
knee to ankle, to aid the tender sinews
and to support the delicate bones. For
two months this strange baby stood,
little black boots encircling his two
snowy forelegs, while visitors flocked
to se« the uovel sight, and the big, yel
low mother, nosing her precious one
softly, stood proudly by. By that time
the bones had stiffened and hardened
aud to-day Prince Henry is a perfect
cumel, full grown, light yellow, and
with a thick, knotty leg that would
*alk away under a pack load of half
a ton.
ConPMRo of Childhood.
The late George Francis Train loved
children. The children of New York
will miss him from Madison square,
where, in fine weather, he would play
with them all day long.
"Citizen" Train used to tell of a lit
tle girl to whom he once gave a rich
cake. She ate it, and asked for an
other.
"I'd like to give you another," said
the old man, "bu| it would make you
bJck."
"Give it to me, anyway," said the
little girl. "At the dispensary I car.
get medicine for notliin'." —N. Y. Trib
une.
GREAT CLOSED LAND.
AS SUCH THIBET IS KNO VTS
AMONG ASIATICS.
British Are Now Trying to Conquer
the Mysterious Country of the
Fanatical Lamas and Ma
gicians,
London (Eng.) Special.
The news dispatches of the last few
weeks telling of the attempts of the Brit
ish force uuder Col. Younghusband to
enter Thibet have been somewhat over
shadowed by the details of the larger
conflict in Asia, which at the present
moment is the cynosure of the eyes of the
civilized world.
China, Manchuria, Japan and Russia
to the ordinary lay reader mean some
thing concrete, something which even
the most casual geographical 6tudent
can understand. Thibet, "the great
-.■losed island," on the other hand; Thibet,
the unknown, the isolated, the mysteri
ous, is something which the great world
at large looks upon with whimsical dis
interestedness.
Nomads by inclination and by neces
sity, practically every male in Thibet is
a soldier, and as they gain a greater part
of their livelihood from brigandage and
hostile forays, one tribe against another,
it may properly be said that their entire
existence is given up to unremitting war
fare.
Should England succeed eventually in
her purpose to add Thibetto her Atlantic
domains, anyone who has ever been in
Thibet can well ask: "What will she
secure as compensation for this tre
mendous outlay of men and money?"
All explorers in Thibet agree that the
natural resources of the country are in
finitessimal and that nothing of con
crete value ever can be secured to repay
for the enormous expenditure necessary
to prompt from nature something which
she will not yield even if strenuously
urged.
British statesmen argue that. Thibet
will serve as the great "buffer" to Rus
sia's expansive ambition Indiaward, but
the fact that most impresses any Thibet
an traveler who has toiled for weary
months at a halting pace through these
W/ K * "
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NATURAL CASTLE IN THIBET.
(Rugged Fortification Encountered by
British Expedition.)
barren and inhospitable wilds is that
Thibet left to herself would dampen even
Russian ardor for expansion.
For scientists and geographers th«
opening of Thibet will mean much, Ths
secrets of the mysterious city of Lassa,
which has defied all attempts of whit«
explorers to reach it, will be laid bare
Practically the last of the great unknown
tracts of the habitable globe will disap
pear, and with the subsequent spread oi
civilizing and humanizing influences will
in turn disappear the curious features
of one of the strangest races of th«
world.
As is natural to suppose, the featurei
of the landscape are reflected in the na
tives themselves. As a race they are a
dirty and filthy lot of the most degraded
savages, building no substantial dwell
ings, except among the agricultural
tribes in the eastern districts bordering
on the Chinese frontier, but with their
herds of yak and horses wandering over
the country, living in small tents made
of yak skins or in cave dwellings. By
nature the Thibetan is aglutton and will
eat wherever and whenever opportunity
presents itself.
Both men and women are ugly, with
huge features. They have great faith
in the pernicious habit of disfiguring
themselves with paint and strange tattoo
marks and cicatrices. There is no settled
form of government outside of the un
stable hierarchy at Lassa, the constitu
tion of society everywhere being sim
ple. Almost every crime is condoned by
payment, this leniency causing a bru
tality and bloody license which provoke
long protracted feuds and wars. Life
is held in little if any esteem and is
taken upon the least compunction.
The real curse of Thibet, however,
is the powerful lama hierarchy. These
clergymen form nearly one-third of the
entire population of the country and are
rulers in substance if not in name. Mag
ic, charms, fetich, rosaries and other
"mystical" emblems constitute the main
features of the cult of lama Buddhism.
One of the most peculiar features of the
Thibetan religious side of life is the
prayer wheel. It forms a strange sight
indeed to watch the Thibetans going
about their daily avocations monoton
ously, and by practice apparently un
consciously, twisting these instruments.
The worship of deceased ancestors
is carried on among all tribes, the na
tives at different periods digging up the
bones of these illustrious forbeavers and
religiously washing them.
Ostriches in the Antipodes.
Ostriches are being successfully reared
in Australia. They produce magnificent
white feathers, as much as 27 inches in
length and 15 inches in width. The first
bird# wer* imported from Africa.
Mrs. Danforth, of St. Joseph,
Mich., tells how she was cured
of falling of the womb and its
accompanying pains and misery
byLydia E. Pinkhani's Vegetable
Compound.
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womb. The words sounded like a
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but Lydia E. Pink ham's Vege
table Compound came to me as an
elixir of life ; it restored the lost forces
and built me up until my good health
returned to me. For four mouths I
took the medicine daily, and each dosa
added health and strength. I am so
thankful for thehelp I obtained through
its use." Mas. FLORENCE DANFORTH,
1007 Miles Ave., St. Joseph, Mich.—
SSOOO forfeit If original of above letter proving
genuineness cannot be produced.
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Women would savo time and
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IS JEALOUS OF OUR NAVY. .
Emperor William's Recreations Are
Taken Up in Preparing Statistics
for Reichstag.
One of Emperor William's recrea
tions on board the Hohenzollern is
work on statistical tables about the
natives of Germany, England and the
United States. When he returns to
Berlin he will present these tables in
suitable showcases to the reichstag.
He is particularly anxious to show
the people's representatives that, al
though the growth of the German
navy has been accelerated, it must be
hastened still more if it is to keep
pace with the American navy. The
emperor is convinced that he has far
better material toman his ships than
exists in America. The men of the
coast districts along the Baltic and
the North seas are unsurpassed, in
his estimation, as naval material.
The number of men in the German
fleet at present is 32,053, next year it
will be 34,482 and at the close of 190G,
40,000 trained, reliable men. For a
long time the Russian and the Japan
ese navies chiefly concerned Emperor
William as a basis for comparison;
now it is the American navy.
A Plain Warning.
A young man in Emporia, Kan.,
had an open account with a local
druggist for two years. The other
day he called for his bill. The first
item on it was a box of chocolates
and the last was a nursing bottle.
This ought to be a lesson to young
men, remarks the Brooklyn Eagle,
not to let accounts stand open so
long.
IN AN OLD TRUNK.
Eaby Finds a Botfle of Carbolic Acid
and Drinks It.
While the mother was unpacking an
old trunk a little 18 months old baby
got hold of a bottle of carbolic acid
while playing on the floor and his stom
ach was so badly burned it was feared
he would not live for he could not eat
ordinary foods. The mother says ia
telling of the case:
"It was all two doctors could do to
save him as it burnt his throat and
stomach so bad that for two months
after he took the poison nothing would
lay on his stomach. Finally I took him
into the country and tried new milk
and that was no better for him. His
Grandma finally suggested Grape-Nuts,
and I am thankful I adopted the food
for he commenced to get better right
away and would not eat anything else.
He commenced to get fleshy and his
cheeks like red roses and now he is en
tirely well.
"I took him to Matamoras on a visit
and everj' place v/o went to stay to eat
he called for Grape-Nuts and I would
have to explain how he came to call for
it as it was his main food.
"The names of the physicians who at
tended the baby are Dr. Eddy of thia
town and Dr. Geo. Gale of Newport, 0.,
and anyone can write to me or to them
and learn what Grape-Nuts food will do
for children and grown-ups too," Name
given by Postum Co., Battle Creek,
Mich.
Look in each pkg. for the famous lit
tle book, 'The Road to Wellville."