CHR
Soca Sa
RES
re
Wr
SRA te
5
i
I
i
ie
y
ie
CLOVER PERFUME.
There's a thrilling. tugging feeling
On each heartstring that 1 know,
There's a perfume in my nos
From the fields of long ago,
There's a vision in my mem Ty
Making all the world grow dim
Taking me away back yonder
Where us fellows used to swim.
And ‘the visions central picture
Is a laughing blue-eyed maid
Standing in the rippling shallows
Where we used to go to wade;
I can see her pink toes gleaming
In the rippling stream where she,
With her skirts held safe from wetting,
Laughs across the years at me.
I can see trees we climbed in,
I can see the streams we fished,
I can see the log we sat on
In those old days, when we wished
That we two were grown up people,
Gone out in the world and far;
Now—the greatest grief 1 know of
Is in knowing that we are.
I would rather be back yonder,
ack ‘neath childhood’s skies of blue
Than to count my wealth in millions;
If I could go dancing through
That wee stream we loved to wade in,
Climb the trees we used to climb,
I would never wish to grow up,
I'd be happy all the time.
Comes the thrill along my heartstrings,
When the clover is in bloom,
Then my nostrils catch the far-blown
Tantalizing sweet perfume
From the fields 1 used to romp in,
And I hear a lilt of glee,
‘And a maid, barefooted, blue-eyed,
Laughs across the years at me.
—J. M. Lewis, in Houston Posh
ened—her feet shook so that she
could hardly stand. i
After all, as the other woman had
said, one gets accustomed to it. Bet- |
ter—far bhetter—if he had stayed;
away altogether than return to her
like this!
Involuntarily she took a step back-
ward; the advancing man noticed it
and her.
“My pretty dear!’ he cried thickly
and Monica was just recoiling in
horror when a man laid his arm on
hers.
“Monica!’ a
said..
She turned—Jim, the real Jim,
was standing behind her smiling and
holding out his hands.
“Monica!” he cried, ‘‘surely you
haven't forgotten me?”
And then, somehow or another, she
found herself in his arms—sobbing
and laughing in one breath out of
sheer joy and relief.
“That other man!” she cried a lit-
tle incoherently, ‘‘he was so like you
——that I thought it was you, Jim—-"'
“Monica!” returned her husband
reproachfully, ‘and that fellow was
drunk! Never mind, darling,” slip-
ping her hand through his arm,
‘“‘come home—somebody has come to
claim him-—somebody-—some poor
devil of a somebody.”
Monica looked half fearfully across
the platform. Not far away stood
well-known voice
—i.. rid
EY ¥
NY} \i/ 4
SESSSSSSSSSMN.
Seo
TSW
. W
Wi
Wr
¥
AR \N/
Ne - Je
SF A AN pA
a
A railway station—filled with a
crowd of folk, some laughing, some
crying, some pretending-—some not.
Victoria—at 11 o'clock, and the
boat train for Dover.
‘“Good-by, Jim, take care of your-
self!” “The tall girl gathered her
worn cloak closer round her—the
lady who held the door handle of the
next compartment, a first-class, was
robed in sables. ‘‘I wish I were com-
ing too!”
“So do I, old lady.” A handsome
man bent forward on the seat of the
third-class carriage, and his hand
closed over her slim ungloved fingers |
with a tender pressure.
His blue eyes lookéd most suspi-
ciously moist—but what: of that? It
is not every one who can afford to be
callous.
“It seems such a long time—three
years, Jim!” the girl said again, and
there was a break in her voice. “And
it’s such a chance, a mere——"
“A mere chance—yes,”’ the man
echoed; ‘“‘but we must just trust to
chance, Monica; it's the only thing
tq be done, dear. Keep up a good
heart, because I shall be coming back
in three years’ time. Think of that,
little one. Three years, perhaps to-
day, this very day, you may be stand-
ing at this very station, waiting for
my train to come in; and I shall dash
out—1 shall be hungering for the
sight and feel of you, darling, and
you will throw your arms around my
neck 2
“Jim!’’ the tears so bravely with-
held up till now overflowed at last,
and fell on to the neat but worn
cloak.
The lady in the furs turned at the
sound of the pain-filled tones, and
her own voice grew a little husky as
the trains steamed off.
“Good-bye, Monica, my darling!”
'A moment later Monica Ward was
standing on an empty platform, with
an empty, aching heart.
A hand touched her shoulder.
“Can I take you anywhere?” a
pleasant, sympathetic voice said. It
was the lady in furs. “I always think
the first few moments are the worst
afterward >
“Afterward,” repeated Monica in
dull tones.
“Oh! afterward one gets accus-
tomed to it,”’ returned the other
lightly, ‘and one wonders why one
felt so much. Come, will you let me
gust drop you anywhere?”
1t seemed all bne to Monica Ward |
what she did, and where she went.
She nodded, and tried to smile.
“Thank you,”’ she said, “it is very
good of you to trouble yourself about
a stranger——"’
Y¢After all—we are sisters,” the
other said a little dryly. ‘‘Come!”
And for the next half hour Monica
bowled along in the lady’s carriage,
behind a pair of prancing chestnut
horses.
She did not remember till she
stood once more in the little room,
which looked so deserted now that
Jim had gone, that she had never
found out the mame of her friend in
need.
And the days slipped into weeks
and the weeks into months, and all
the while Jim Ward, in a distant
country, was trying to court the for-
tune which had failed to smile on
him in England. :
* * 3% * * *
“It’s due now, miss, quite due, and
1 don’t think it’s more than a few
minutes late.”
Monica Ward, tall and slim, with
the pretty color coming and going in
her soft cheeks, stood once more on
the platform awaiting the train.
vio it.”
the man whom she had mistaken for
lim, standing surrounded by porters,
and a small crowd of gapers—a foot-
man was urging, imploring. By his
side, bravely facing them all, stood
some one whom she recollected as in
a dream.
“Afterward, one gets accustomed
The words cleared Monica's brain,
they echoed in her ears—the bright,
panting engine throbbed to the same
refrain.
Ah! she remembered. It was her
friend of that black day three years
ago, whom she had not seen since.
What chance—what irony of fate
had brought them together again.
“Jim,” she said, suddenly. ‘‘That
man over there—he won't move—
they can’t do anything with him.
Can't you, won't you, go over and see
if you can get him away from those
gaping crowds? That's his wife—
she was kind to me—the day you
left. Ah! Jim, if it had been you!”
Jim Ward needed no second bid-
ding. With a few steady strides he
reached the little group. The lady
in furs was pleading,scolding,threat-
ening, but all to no purpose.
What she could not accomplish,
Jim’s strong voice and steady, au-
thoritative manner did. In a few
minutes he had escorted the traveler
to the waiting carriage and left him
there.
Monica stood just outside the door,
and he linked her arm in his once
more as they walked to the cab.
“How could I have thought it was
you, Jim?” she said in a softly happy
voice. ‘I'm so glad—and yet—that
day, that miserable day—I envied
her!”
They were in the cab, and he took
her in his arms and kissed her.
“But you don’t, now?’ he asked
passionately.
“No, I don’t, now,” she answered
in tones of deep content; “I almost
think—it was worth letting you go—
to have you back again, Jim!”
And for the moment he thought so
too.—Black and White.
Grumbling Husbands.
As the grumbling husband is prac-
tically unknown in the United States
the letters which appear daily in the
columns of your paper are most in-
teresting and illuminating to an
American woman. With us the man
who inarries takes a wife to be the
partner of his joys and sorrows. Fur-
thermore, the American wife is quite
as fastidious about her food as is her
husband, and would as soon resent
“stewed bacon and burnt eggs,” the
result being that while she may not
actually prepare it, she can at least
direct her servants ‘in the prepara-
tion of the meals.
To the young and “Unhappy Wife,”
whose letter appeared in Friday's is-
sue and whose eyes ‘‘fill with tears,”
I would say that tears and crinolines |
went out of style at about the same |
period in the United States, and that
an American woman would feel that
she was taking a mean advantage of
her husband should she take refuge
in tears. Don’t feed your husband
on delicate entrees; give him roast
beef, boiled potatoes and stewed fruit.
It is the menu most appreciated by
the average Englishman, and it sure-
ly requires no very high order o: in-
telligence to cook it. Be your hus-
band’s equal, not his dependent, and
above all things con't whine.—
“American Woman,” in London
Telegraph.
Aztec Women.
The feminine direct descendants of
the famous Aztecs are tiny creatures,
exquisitely formed and refined in
feature. The carry the head with the
upbearing grace of the full-blooded
Indian; their skins are not red, but
a clear, smooth copper color that
shines like gold in the sun; their hair
is coarse and black as ebony, and
they are decorated with bright feath-
ers and gay ornaments. These
women make the most wonderful
Suddenly there was a noise—a
puffing, panting sound, and the train |
was in. i
Monica's heart beat fast, and she
was so excited that she could hardly |
see anything in front of her. Jim
was coming home—home
‘Was this Jim ?—this man coming |
toward her with Jim’s face, and yet |
pot his face— with a rolling gait and
unsteady eyes?
She shuddered; her color forsook
her cheeks, her eyes looked fright-
' spent in the treatment of tuberculo-
pottery that comes to us from Mexi-
co, for they have kept the old Aztec
forms and decorations in their art,
and they also weave yonderful bas-
kets and do exquisite embroidery.—
Scott Valley (Cal.) Advance.
Under the workman’s sickness in-
surance law about $9,500,000 was
sis patients in the years 1901 to
1505.
SG MID
Woes of Women’s Dress ?
By Dr. Abby Shaw Mayhew,
Assistant Professor of Physical Training, a
the Wisconsin State University. 0d
Uprmmenb bso fio ef prmninpige rive
©@®® [ERE are three principles which must be adhered (0 if we
TOP
2 : wish to dress healthfully and comfortably. The first prin-
p 3 ciple is perhaps all inclusive, and that is freedom. To dress
® & So that one has perfect freedom of movement, that is what
2 3 we should strive for. To dress so that we can stand and
DOs 0006 a
TOO Ye
walk easily and correctly, so that we can use all of our
Jungs, and so that we shall not be conscious of our clothes,
ihat will mean more in bringing health and vigor to many
women who have made themselves the slaves of dress.
There are four points of the body which we restrict more or less. They
are the neck, the waist, the knees and the feet. Just now” fashion dictates
a loose lacy collar, so that we are not binding our necks as we did formerly.
We can hardly expect to have good circulation in the brain if we bind the
neck, and I believe we can trace many throat, head and eye troubles to the
tight dressing of the neck.
To free the waist, we must discard corsets and bands and wear all of our
clothes in one piece so far as possible. Healthy, free waist muscles mean far
more than we dream: a fine poise, good digestion and a better performance
of all of the functions of the body. The wearing of tight shoes, I had thought,
need not be preached against, but a shoeman made the statement the other
day that many young women wear shoes one or two sizes too small for them.
The reform in shoe making haz done more to give freedom to the feet. And,
vet, one sees many shoes far from hygienic on the street. The broad toe,
straight last and low, broad heel are essential if we would have well-formed
feet. The low shoe and gaiter gives the ankles more freedom.
The second principle of good dress is: The weight of the clothing should
be fully distributed. This is more easily accomplished by wearing the one-
piece undergarments, and by having the waist and skirt of the gown thorough-
ly fastened together. Then, if we wear a light petticoat and dress skirt, we
shall have approached an ideal in healthful dressing.
The corset and girdle brings pressure upon the body at just the most sus-
ceptible part. The part which can be easily moulded to fit a form. So,
when we say the girdle does not bind us, we must remember that our body is
continually adjusting itself to it, so that we do not realize the pressure.
The third principle is that there should be an even distribution of thick-
ness. We pile the clothing on the trunk which contains most of the blood
of the body, and remove from the limbs and suffer from cold in the extrem-
ities. Unless we wear union suits we double the thickness around the waist
and abdomen. The heated parts become the relaxed parts, and are, there-
fore, most subject to diseasc.
<° 2 od =
- ..How..
Sad a Thing Is Wit!
By Wallace Irwin.
vv
AOLL LE So
POPOV Ve
ERIOUSLY speaking, a funny story is nolaughing matter. Hu-
mor is one of the world’s great institutions, a thing to be
fg, approached with reverence akin to awe, as something cold
as the pole, imperishable as the pyramids—and often a great
deal more ancient. If we abase ourselves before ancient and
holy things, can we afford to laugh at the capers of the con-
viet chimpanzee, who, in point of ancestry, antedates the
Peter Lelys and Joshua Reynoldses of our baronial halls?
Funny stories, furthermore, are usually based on some-
thing which is not funny at all. Their points, in fact, often depend solely
upon an unsympathetic view of some great human misfortune... What 1S
more uathetic to a sane mind than a funeral, or a harelip, or a divorce, or a
mother-in-law—yet, shades of Rameses, how useful they have become in vau-
deville!
I don’t think that there are any really side-gplitting stories in the world.
Some are merely a trifle less sad than others, that is all. How admirable is
the calm philosophy of the man who refused to ride with his mother-in-law,
at his wife's funeral “because,” as he explained, “it would spoil the day’s
pleasure for me!” And vet there are persons SO careless as to regard this as
mere buffoonery.
And so the endless procession of anecdotes files by, none of them, as I
have said, really funny—but some a little less sad than the others. In the
jocund days of heraldric eld, when the woods were teeming with parfit gentil
Knights, and the snse of humor was less particular than nowadays, every king
had a jester hired by the week; and the clown was furnished with a oortaiy
applance which made all his jokes immediately appreciated. What, prithee?
Nothing more than a bladder-on-a-stick. When the jester came to the point
of the joke he popped the bladder smartly on the floor. That was a sigral,
“All laugh!” So the uproar was deafening. Those were golden days to
live in!—Snuccess.
* & XS o
£ Don’t Ignore the ¢
| Money Side
5 &
"By O. 5. Marden.
ness man first, or you will always be placed at a great dis-
advantage in the practical affairs of life. We cannot en-
tirely ignore the money side of existence any more than we
can the food side, and the very foundation of a practical,
successful life is the ability to know how to manage the
money side effectively.
It is infinitely harder to save money and to invest it
wisely than to make it, and, if even the most practical
men, men who have had a long training in scientific business methods, find
it a dificult thing to hold on to money after they make it, what is likely to
happen to people who have had practically no training in business methods?
If every child in America had a thorough business training, tens of thou-
sands of promoters, long-headed, cunning schemers, who have thriven on the
people’s ignorance, would be out of an occupation, :
I belive that the business colleges are among the greatest blessings In
American civilization today, because they have saved thousands of homes
from being wrecked, and have made happy and comfortable tens of thousands
of people who might otherwise be living in poverty and wretchedness.—Suc-
CR
cess.
* - = =
of) Yer Uy Uy
.- That Feeling Called Love --
By Wade Mountforth.
wap prem Rp Ye
HERE lives somewhere in the depths of every human heart
the divine spark that we call love. It is the voice of the
q universe slumbering in its narrow cell to be awakened by a
whisper or to cry out in dear desire and hear the echoing
answer from another soul. Without it life would be a pale,
relentless episode. Without its quickening force no tem-
ples would be reared by human hands, yet hovels where
in it dwells become more glorious than palaces. Ambi-
tion, fame and fortune are its slaves; it chains the mind in
sweet imprisoriment, makes credulity a guardian queen and lulls suspicion
to respose. ] :
No censorship of right or wrong can light the way of love; it walks in
pathways all its own; it laughs at reason; dispels despair. It is the lisping
word of children, the puzzle of philosophers, the talisman of rulers. It is the
first and last of life—murmured at the cradle, cherished at the grave. It is the
KEYSTONE STATE CULLINGS
BOYS TRY TO WRECK TRAIN
———
Switch Is Turned and Locomotive
Narrowly Escapes Plunge
into Creek.
Youthful desperadoes attempted to
wreck the passenger train on the
Pickering Valley Railroad at Chester
Springs, and but for the presence of
mind of the engineman, Terrence
Hughes. would have hurled the train
down a thirty-foot embankment into
French creek. When the train struck
the open switch the locomotive left
the rails and jumped over the ties for
several hundred feet. As the nose of
the locomotive protruded over the
embankment Hughes succeeded in
stopping the train. Passengers in the
coaches were much shaken up and
badly frightened. The smithy of
Harry Himes, at Chester Springs, had
been entered by the wreckers and
tools necessary to turn the switch
were taken. The authorities declare
that the wreckers were a gang of
boys who have been causing them
considerable trouble for a year past.
A fine of $500 and three years in
the penitentiary was the sentence im-
posed on Roy Baldwin, James McGill
and George Beatty, the three boys
convicted of robbing the residence of
Earnest Sauers at Broadford. About
$1,600 was stolen and $700 is still
missing. If the boys tell where this
money is located the sentence may be
modified. McGill and Beatty said
they hid their shares under a stone
fence. Sheriff M. A. Kiefer was au-
thorized io make a search for the
money under their guidance.
The Mount Holly Paper Company,
located at Mount Holly Springs, went
into the hands of receivers. The
court appointed Charles H. Mullin and
James A. Steese receivers under bonds
of $300,000. Inability to realize on
the large stock on hand, it is said,
caused the suspension. The company
operates two immense mills, and is
one of the largest industries in this
state. The company was incorporated
in 1867.
Four men were killed and one ser-
iously injured by an explosion in the
dry house at the Dupont Powder
Company’s plant, one mile north of
Tamaqua. The dead are Thomas
Purcell, Wilson Sassaman, Calvan
Gerber and Edward Treisbach. Loren
Dwire, a painter, who was working
near the dry house, was seriously in-
jured, one of his legs being blown
off. The shock of the explosion was
felt for a radius of 10 miles.
James Kennedy of Grove City shot
a large cinnamon bear three miles
south of Conneaut Lake. The bear,
the first seen in this section for 40
years, chased James Washington, ne-
gro steward of the Iroquois Club,
through the woods back of the club
house a few days before. Washing-
ton found refuge in the cottage of D.
A. Stewart of Pittsburg. Bruin dis-
appeared when a posse of hunters
went after him.
While upon a chestnut tree knock-
Ing off burrs, Clyde Auman, the 12-
year-old son of Joseph Auman of
Penn township, Center county, was
shot and fatally wounded by some un-
known person. Whether the boy was
mistaken for a wild animal by some
hunter and shot or whether he was
shot for taking the chestnuts is not
known. He died without regaining
consciousness.
The superior court in a decision
handed down, decided the West
‘Washington borough authorities and
not the state had jurisdiction over
West Chestnut street, formerly the
old national pike, now under state
control. The questicn was brought
up when work on a street railway
extension was commenced by the
Pittsburg Railways Company.
In a head-on collision of two freight
trains at Sheffield, a little town on the
Pittsburg & Eastern railroad east of
Corry, George Harvey, fireman, 29
years old, of Warren, was instantly
killed. Twelve cars were derailed
and reduced to kindling wood. Har-
vey was caught in the debris and
both legs were severed. He leaves a
wife and two children.
The jewelery store of F. P. Blair &
Co., at Bellefonte, was robbed of
several hundred dollars’ worth of
jewelry, principally watch fobs with
solid gold charms, rings and gold
chains. The burglars did not molest
a large lot of Masonic emblems and
Catholic crosses.
The Bucks County Coroner’s Jury
in the case of the accident on the
Pennsylvania railroad near Eddington,
on September 29, in which three per-
sons were killed and about forty hurt,
rendered a verdict exonerating the
crews of the two trains involved.
A verdict against the Pulaski Fair
Association was reached in the Mer-
cer courts in the suit of the South
Sharon Lumber Company. The latter
claimed $450 for lumber furnished,
with $55 interest. The jury award-
ed the entire amount. :
Robbers entered the store of Adam-
son & McClelland at Midway, and se-
cured clothing valued at $1,000. The
burglars had a wagon to haul away
their plunder. The firm has offered
a reward of $100.
At Corry, Samuel W. Wellman was
awarded a verdict of $2,750 by a jury.
He sued the Pennsylvania railroad for
$25,000.
Members of the State Pharmaceu-
tical Examining Board have been no-
tified by Governor Pennypacker that
he has removed Paul W. Houck of
Shenandoah from the board and from
the position of treasurer.
D. A. Dunlevy was appointed re-
ceiver for the Mt. Holly Stationery
and Printing Company. The Echo, a
weely newspaper, is published by the
company.
Two valuable horses belenging to
the Hoster Brewing Company of Co-
rainbow after tears, the cure for every sorrow, the joyous impulse that rules { ]ymbus, were found dead from ar-
the whole wide world.
senic poisoning at their stable at Al-
' toona.
FRESH AIR TOWERS.
Nervous People May Have Elevated
Places Upon Which to Rest.
“Fresh-air towers” for weary town
dwellers are proposed by Dr. Scherl,
a great German authority on public
health. :
The Berlin city council is consider-
ing a suggestion by Dr. Scherl to
build elevated pavillions at various
points in the city, about 100 feet above
the streets, where persons whose
nerves are racked by the din and un-
rest of city life may rest uader the
soothing influence of the upper air.
Dr. Schrel’s idea was undoubtedly
porrowed from the roof gardens on
New York sky scrapers.
His plans provide for the pavilions
to be erected on steel frames and
reached by elevators. Music, refresh.
ments and comfort would be provided,
and everything done to make men
forget they are in the middle of Ber-
lin. Dr. Scherl is convinced that he
could run such places at a good prof-
it.
New Fruit Found in Africa.
A wonderful fruit has been found
in the neighborhood of the coast of
the Gulf of Guinea, in Africa. It has
the power, says a report, to ‘“‘change
the flavor of the most acid substance
into a delicious sweetness.” An of«
ficial has found it effective after a
dose of quinine and adds that “if a
lemon be sucked within two or three
hours of eating one of “the fruits its
acid flavor is entirely counteracted.
The fruit resembles a small plum,
with the séed invested in a thin soft
pulp, wherein lies the peculiar sweet-
ening property.
Substitute for Cold Storage.
“For long it puzzled me,” Sir
Brooke writes in Country Life, “to
know what Irish poachers did with
the birds they shot in July. There
is no cold storage in the north of
Ireland, but they have discovered an
excellent substitute. The birds are
buried four or five feet deep in dry
peat, and, I am told, come out per-
fectly fresh at the end of two or
three weeks.”
INTERESTING CONTEST.
Heavy Cost of Unpaid Postage.
One of the most curious contests
‘ever before the public was conducted
by many thousand persons under the
offer of the Postum Cereal Co., Ltd.,
of Battle Creek, Mich., for prizes of
31 boxes of gold and 300 greenbacks
to those making the most words out
of the letters Y-I-O-Grape-Nuts.
The contest was started in Febru=
ary, 1906, and it was arranged to
have the prizes awarded on Apr. 30,
1906.
When the public announcement
appeared many persons began to
form the words from these letters,
sometimes the whole family being
occupied evenings, a combination of
amusement and education.
After a while the lists began to
comeé in to the Postum Office, and be-
fore long the volume grew until it
required wagons to carry the mail
Many of the contestants were
thoughtless enough to send their lists
with insufficient postage and for 8
period it cost the Company from
twenty-five to fifty-eight and sixty
dollars a day to pay the unpaid post
age.
Young ladies, generally those who
had grhduated from the high school,
were employed to examine these lists
and count the correct words. Web-
ster’s Dictionary was the standard,
and each list was very carefully cor
rected, except those which fell below
8000, for it soon became clear that
nothing below that could win. Some
of the lists required the work of a
young lady for a solid week on each
individual list. The work was done
very carefully and accurately, but
the Company had no idea, at the time
the offer was made, that the people
would respond so generally, and they
were compelled to fill every available
space in the offices with these young
lady examiners, and notwithstanding
they worked steadily, it was impossi-
ble to complete the examination until
Sept. 29, over six months after the
prizes should have been awarded.
This delay caused a great many,
inquiries and naturally created some
dissatisfaction. It has been thought
best to make this report in practie
cally all of the newspapers in the
United States and many of the magas
zines in order to make clear to the
people the conditions of the contest.
Many lists contained enormous
numbers of words which, under the
rules, had to be eliminated. ‘‘Peg-
ger’ would count, “Peggers’” would
not. Some lists contained over 50,-
000 words, the great majority of
which were cut out. The largest
lists were checked over two and in
"some cases three times to insure ac-
curacy .
The $100.00 gold prize was won by,
I.. D. Reese, 1227-15th St., Denver,
Colo., with 9941 correct words. The
highest $10.00 gold prize went to S.
K. Fraser, Lincoln, Pa., with 9921
correct words.
A complete list of the 331 winners
with their home addresses will be
sent to any contestant enquiring on
a postal card.
Be sure and give name and address
clearly. a
This contest has cost the Co. many
thousand dollars, and probably has
not been a profitable advertisement,
nevertheless, perhaps some who had
never before tried Grape-Nuts food
have been interested in the contest,
and from trial of the food have been
shown its wonderful rebuilding pow=-
ers.
It teaches in a practical manner
that scientifically gathered food ele-
ments can be selected from the field
grains which nature will use for re-
building the nerve centres and brain
in a way that is unmistakable to
users of Grape-Nuts.
“There's a reason.”
a
op
s0 de
comil
more
man
the c
in ch
“Now
tice |
of a
strut
any @
little
girls
going
the s
ries,
are a
ticoas
alone
7
grow
it, or
know
have
take
want
it.
the
with
New
odds
tofor
They
sache
birth
and
impa
tiny
chet
Is se
whic]
the 1
daint
mors
kind
pale
wild
butte
on.
most
as th
natu
tre o
of a
propi
the
as lu
may
or fu
wire
the v
nowa
dulge
becan
fat c
silent
their
have
watc]
It
to w.
with
ure;
‘“Hov
place
town
scent
fields
tle,
suck!
prom
incre
chan
little
town
and «
out «
us t
clove