THE BOOK OF THE WARS.
“When the book of the wars of men is
™ de
And iy
From the
gun
the chapter that
the. trumpets of
around
Have blent in a chorus
And the battle flag
found
As a shadow
Will we
Me
nned
the
story is truly pe
yellowing page of tale be-
To
When
Ind
world
grand
shall’ no -more- be
above the land
keep the Book of the Wars of
n
In a high and an honored place
That our children's sons may be
again
With the stories their eyes may trace?
‘Will we cherish the book in faithful pride
That men of a future age
May acquaint themselves with
who died
That the volume might have a mage?
thrilled
the ones
Will the Book of the Wars of Mon tell
truth’
Will it mingle the
With the sacrifice of
youth
And the dew of
Will it blazon in gold the noble
That won a forgotten fame
Will “it tell of the grips of a
and cheers
beardless
songs
the
amother's (tears?
deed
ceaseless
groo : J 5
That has wrought for a nation's shame?
0, the Book of the Wars of Mc ni it waits
Till the wakening of the world,
Till ‘the hanners that tell of
hates
the glory of pet
we keep it to
drum
And the peals that the fifers know,
Or to speak to the men of the days
come
Of the ways that they
scorns and
furled
he
are
tell” of
In
Wiil
ace
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Sylvia sat in the long meadow with
the buttercups that matched her hair,
and the forget-me-nots that matched
her eyes, reflecting sadly on her van-
ishing youth. £
“I shall be twenty-two on Thursday,”
she said to herself, “and I’ve never had
a real lover or proposal in my life!
It’s most extraordinary. All other girls
seem to have so many. Maisie" Puraer
says its quite ‘embarrassing to go to
a dance, she gets 50 tired of saying
‘No.’ But though Maisie is awfully
smart, 1 don’t tink 1 can be so very
plain, either!”
Drawing a small mirror
pocket she contemplated her reflection
in it attentively. “My hair is really
rather nice,’ pensively curling one of
its golden strands round her finger.
“And there doesn’t seem anything real-
ly wrong with my eyes,” gazing criti-
cally into their blue gray depths. “It
must be my nose that doesn't take,”
stroking its - straight outline slowly.
‘Perhaps it should turn up; I’ve heard
that men like a retrousse nose.”
“Do they, indeed? Well, of all the
conceit! I always knew that girls were
vain. But if this doesn’t beat all!” a
laughing voice cried, and the surprised
maiden blushed indignantly as a tall,
clean-limbed younz man in uniform
yaulted over the stile behind her and
alighted on the grass at her side.
“Oh, Archie, what a plague you are!
I declare one is never safe. 3ut,
Archie, before we go in, I wish yowd
tell me something. You sez I came out
to be quiet and think; now, mind, 1
want the truth. Am I very plain?”
“Well”’—his eyes twinkled again—
“not so very; at least, some people
mighn’t think so!” .
“Well, it seems so strange; you know
I get plenty of partners, and all that
but”’—a soft carmine dved her cheeks—
from her
“no one ever seems to fall in love with |
me! It’s not that I want to be mar-
ried, but when the other girls tell me
of all their offers, I just feel ashamed.
So 1 wondered if it could be my face
that was to blame!”
Archie Trevor lay back
chuckling.
“My avord! Girls are fx
cried. “If that isn’t the
ever heard!”
“So glad you are
said, with dignity,-‘though 1 fail to
see why. There's Maisie, for instance;
Captain Burton is just madly in love
with her.”
“Burton! Burton of Ours!”
laughed louder and louder.
every one knew he hated girls, Never
goes to a dance if her can help it—”
That’s because she won’t have him;
he’s proposed to her lots of times, and
it’s turned him misanthropic. 1 won-
der why she doesn’t like him; he locks
rather nice, I think.”
‘‘And so he is. The best chap in_.the
regiment, though he does keep us at it
80 jolly hard. Miss Turner had better
say ‘yes’ next time she gets the chance
he chuckled. ‘But 1 say, Sylvia, if
you're so keen on being asked, I don’t
mind if I do it myself; and - whats
more”’— his cheeks flushed, he drew a
little nearer—‘‘you need not refuse me
unless you like.”
“You're very kind,” She rose from
her nest among the buttercups, and
drew her:elf up severely, I am not
quite reduced to that yet! And as
you can only make fun of me—"
“But I wasn’t. I thought you want-
ed an offer, fair cousin.”
“But I want the real thing if I have
it at-ali.>
“I dare say you won't have so long
to wait,” Archie said slowly. Somehow
he looked less boyish as they walked
rather silently up the meadow, and
through the gate, into the garden
which sloped down from the Manor
House.
Sylvia's writing table was in the win-
dow; she was fond of scribbling.
“Love letters must be delicious!” she
ghed, with a dreamy look in her bigs
eyes. ‘I wonder if I shall ever get o
or if Maisie is right, and I am Not a
‘man’s girl.’ It must be rather nice to
refuse some one.” She took a sheet of
paper and began writing
“Sylvia! Sylvia!” A .short-skirted
girl of twelve looked into the room.
“Mother says will you write a note to
Captain Burton, asking him to dine on
Thursday?”
“Captain Burten hates going
won't come! Vhy doesn’t
write herself?”
“Too busy gardening.” And Madge
hurried away. Sylvia wrote a formal
invitation.
Captain Burton had just returned
from early parade, and sat down to
breakfast and his letters.
“What’s this?” he queried, taking up
ar creamy envelope, with a faint odor
of violets. “Another of these invita-
on the grass
1
any! he
best thing 1
amused,” Sylvia
Archie
“I thought
out; he
mother
his
laugh.
“My Dear Captain Burton—Your let-
ter surprised me very much, for, though
I can’t help feeling flattered by your
offer, I fear 1 could never, never give
you the answer you desire! 1 am so
sorry if I have ever given you reason
to expect a different one. 1 like you
ever so much as a friend, but anything
cise would be quite, quite impossible!
I could never marry without love, and
perhaps it is only right to tell you—
in strictest confidence, of course—that
there is some one else very dear to
me, though a cruel fate keeps us apart.
: “SYLVIA.”
Vith a thoughtful air the captain
consigned the letter to his pocket.
“If any of these youngsters are at
the bottom of this,” he said to him-
self, ‘at least they won't have the sat-
isfaction of thinking they’ve curled my
hair. But she writes a nice hand, does
Sylvia, though she won’t have me af
any price!”
It was a lovely afternoon for the
officers’ first ‘at home” of the season;
their fair friends had assembled in new
summer frocks, the regimental band
was playing, and fun and flirtation
were in the air. :
The fascinating Maisie Turner had
apparently relented of her cruelty; for
she smiled on Captain Burton. A lit-
tle way off, her blue eyes dreamy as
ever, stood Sylvia Glennie in a white
serge gown. Burton’s glance strayed to
her. :
“Rather a nice looking girl,” he
thought “forget who she is; nothing
of the garrison hack about her, 1
should say!”
“I say, Sylvia, do come along, we are
all waiting for you!” Archie Trevor
shouted, and the captain gave a lit-
tle start.
So that was
“Can
ame?”
smart
Sylvia!
you tell me that
he interrupted
taik to ask.
Here Mrs. Glennie, an enthusiastic
gardenc tore heregelf away from
animated discussicn on the best
for begoanias to address Burton.
“You are dining with us tomorrow
evening, I hcpe?”’ she asked. “I de-
puted fy daughter to send you an in-
vitation,”
“You were very kind, but I fear there
has been some mistake; I have received
none, or should have sent a reply.”
“How very odd! But Sylvia is so un-
practical; perhaps she forgot to have
it posted. Still, if you have no other
cnzagement—"
The: woman hater hesitated just a
second; then, “I shall be delighted to
come,” he said, gravely.
Captain Burton took up his menu and
studied it attentively. The handwriting
was. necessarily small, but its forma-
tion was familiar. Next to him sat Syl-
via in pale blue gauze. She had been
rather a silent neighbor.
**Miss Glennie,” he asked, “do yoy
make it a rule not to talk to the man
whose privilege it is to take you in to
dinner.”
“1 2m
looked around
thought you
adies!”’
“That is rather a sweeping
tion. And excellent as Mrs. Glennie’s
chef is, a little conversation between
the courses is at least an aid to diges-
tion.”
young lady’s
Turner’s
Miss
said, as she
in surprise. *'I
care tc talk—to
so sorroy,” she
at him
did not
accusa-
“I don’t know,” her soft eyes spark-
led mischievously, ‘“‘that I care to con-
verse as an aid to Captain Burton’s di-
gestion. And I am afraid,” she added
meditatively, ‘‘that I never have very
much to say.”
“Perhaps your thoughts were other-
He drew a letter from his pocket. Did
you ever discover where my invitation
had zone?”
“Oh!” The color rushed over her
face. ‘That was too bad of me! I found
it this morning under some papers on
my table. It was dreadfully careless!
“ePrhaps your thoughts were other-
wise engaged. I must apologize for not
returning this before,” he added, hand-
ing her the sheet of paper, ‘but it was
-only yesterday that I discovered who
the writer was.”
Now the cirmine wave
arms, her neck, and her soft red lips
parted in utter consternation.. “I sent
you that!” she stammered. ‘‘Oh—what
cculd—what could you have thought!”
“I don’t exactly know what I thought
when I got it first,” he said slowly,
“but now—I am only deeply sorry fo:
the person for whom it was really in-
tended! Poor chap! Is there really
no chance-for:-him at ail?”
“Oh, none. Not the very slightest
She laug short, gurgling littie
locded her
lcd - a
“You Lave for:
he asked.
*Not the very
still more. **
him: at all?”
’ She laug
ghed
LU, she
tions, I suppose! Bother the women!
Well, I'm "
Burton's eyes grew
amazement he
before him.
round
re-read the
oc
missive
with |
Captain Burtoan,”
7, when she had re-
tasked. appreliens
¢ speak, “you—you
covered cnough
will never tell?”
“Certa div
¢Gl
zotten all that nonsense
“the incident is quite safe with me.”
They had been left behind at the pice
nie, to which Burton had reluctantly
consented to zo. He had condescended
to eat an indigestible luncheon on a
ssy seat and a hot sun strik-
ing full in his face,
Afterward, he had escaped with his
pipe, “to get a little peace,” while Syl-
via had been taken to wander by Ar-
chie Trevor, who, however, had vre-
turned to the general rendezvous alone,
and in the rush for the train her ab-
sence had not been remarked by any
more than that of Burton, the other
derelic, who now came back from his
solitary ramble, to find her gazing
hopelessly after the retreating train.
“There is no other till the mail
passes tonight!” she cried; ‘‘what are
we to do?”
They had scarcely spoken since the
night of the dinner party, when she had
disgusted him with her callous want
of consideration for the feelings of the
rightful recipient of the letter which
had reached him by mistake.
“We must see if ‘there is any other
conveyance to be had,’ he said. “We
are only fifteen miles from home as the
crow flies. They may let us have a
trap at the hotel... Anyhow, the first
thing is to go and dine.”
She looked at him with
eyes. They were pretty
thought.
“I'm very hungry. But
there—alone with you?”
“Starvation excuses anything,” = he
said. He felt curiously light hearted.
It was quite a merry little repast
they had at the inn. As they sipped
their coffee, while the horse which was
to convey them across country was be-
ing put in, he asked, “By the bye, what
became of Trevor? Surely you were
with him!”
She flushed, her eyes cast down, So
that their long lashes swept her cheek,
“He was silly. 1 sent him on alone.”
‘Ah, poor chap! I see. You seem
rather fond of refusals. How about the
other? Is fate still-unkind?”
“I hoped,” she smiled, “you had for-
el”
perturbed
eyes, he
can-1 dine
“I want you to tell me something,”
fie said, abruptly. “Sylvia, I'm tired
of calling you that only to myself.
Are you still-engaged?”
“I never was engaged!” she laughed.
“Never! Then why did you refuse,
and say—"
“I refused no one.
explain? There was
cept Archie today.
how silly it seems, nothing but a play!
“Then if 1 were to you, - you
would not refuse me?”
And as his arm swept round her, and
his lips touched hers she whispered,
“No!”’—>Modern Society.
Oh, how can 1
no one ever ex-
It was all—oh—
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QUAINT AND CURIGUS.
Buras was a peasant's son.
was the son of a tailor.
Goethe
va was a stonecutter’s boy.
Cano
Paganini’s father was a factory la.
borer.
Shakespeare's father was a wool
merchant.
Wagner's father was a clerk in a
police court.
The Frencr law treats the frog as
if it were a fish, and declares all fish-
ing for it by night to be poaching.
Interest in a monument to Elihu
Burritt has been revived at New Brit-
ain, Conn., the ‘learned blacksmith’s”
native place.
In 1858, $570 a bottle was paid for
some wine recovered in 1814 from a
wreek in the Scheldt. The wine had
been bottled in 1778.
The “Who's Who’ for 1907 is such
a bulky volume that The London
World says the questicn now does not
secm so much who's who as who isn’t.
is the name of the
the Red Lion Ho-
England, and it
Protector
Cromwell
incoming tenant of
tel, High Wycombe,
is said that he claims the
as an ancestor,
Oliver
After an interval of 367 years, the
Franciscans have returned to Oxford.
The friars were driven out in. the
reign of Henry VIII. The order has
opened a training coglege.
guages are spoken in
of Austria-Hungary
are employed in the
various parliaments to interpret the
speeches of the delegates and make
them intelligible to all the members.
So many lan
the provinces
that interpreters
A Western Kansag postmaster want-
ed to inform the public that the loca-
tion of the post office had been chang-
ed, so he inserted this notice in the
local paper: “The post office has been
moved from where it was to where
it 4s now.”
The coffee plantaticns of Jamaica
are mainly on , the Blue Mountain
ge, and the or eat fruit growing dis
is Portland, with Port An:
tonio its outlet. Sugar "is largely
grown in the district of Vere, in Clar
endon -parish, and in -the seaward
parts of St. James and Trelawney,
where the best rum is produced.
in’
The Brother.
How does you like
v:eather in November?”
“Hit's a dispensary er
Brier Williams.
it’s a ‘dispensary’?”
hat ¥ou. ain't tor know.
inquire too cCuricus inio
m’t onder kd
stan!
Weatherwice
“ dis warm
Providence,”
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ustn't
for
Bagmmrlon pn
The Can Age
By R. C. McElravy.
HE opening chapters of ancient history devote considerable
space to the Paleolithic or Old Stone and the Neolithic
or New Stone age. In those days of ignorance and economy
pre-historic nian fashioned his rude weapons from flints and
stones. Later came the Age of Metals, when copper, bronze
and iron became of invaluable use. Succeeding periods
have taken their names from the forces of nature as they
have been applied to progress. Thus more recent times are
known as the Steam / and Electric Age.
Man is of comparatively little account to posterity. He does not linger
long enough. But the things he discovered and the implements he used shed
their benefits upon posterity as it appears.
When time shall have stripped the vanity and veneer from the present
era, it will undoubtedly take place in staid and reliable history as the Can
age. History is not apt to be flattering, but it is presumed to be truthful.
We are now showing an unprecedented disposition to preserve and concen-
trate not only the necessities but the luxuries of life as well. If we can just
crowd everything we want into a can and walk away with the original pack-
age, we are perfectly happy.
Foodstuffs are now classified in condensed form. When we go to the
grocery we see nothing in bulk. Everything is canned, from corned beet
to cucumbers. Ask for the desired article and it will come to you in a can.
In a similar manner the can has invaded the field of art. If you want
to carry home a new scng or a lecture or a picce of band music, go buy it on
a cylinder and try it on your phonogravh. Concentration is one thing, con-
venience the result. Literature is feeling the influence of this condensation.
The three-volume novel may now be purchased in modern bookform, which
is little more than a short story with plenty of pictures.
If you wish to make a trip through Yellowstone National Park without
paying carfare, go to a moving picture show. If you want to see the latest
prize-fight, drop a penny in the nearest slot machine.
The latest is canned spelling, without the can. It is a simplified process
of writing down words and ideas without excess labor. A letter is no longer
silent; it simply is not there.
These attainments, if attainments they
criticism and opposition of no mean order.
the age and it will not come off. The
the can.
Canned beef has had its inning and the product has improved. Canned
spelling and canned literature will have their inning, and in the end we
will no doubt see a survival of the fittest.
John - Phillip Sousa is protecting against canned music. Probably as
much of his music comes out in canned form as that of any other composer
band leader, and at present it is just as hard to listen to. That is the
fault of the can and in due time this may be remedied. There may be. a
falling off in the number of young lady pianists “across the way’ as he pre-
dicts, but Mr. Sousa should think of the possibilities of a popular vote as
between the young lady and the canned music before denouncing the can.
Tennyson. said:
age,
VYVYVYeYye
man on 2 on on ox wm mo
waka
o
se
may be called, have met with
But the can has been tied onto
next best thing to do is to sterilize
“Fill the cup and fill the can,
Have a rouse before the morn.”
That was in the days before canning things became so popular and he
undoubtedly had no idea at that time that a bit of Sousa music might some
day be included in a morning rouse. Nowadays the cup is sufficient. So much
for the cause of temperance. —Puck.
9 we 9
Cvrsmst tne mn FP poraproomierpnd
¢ Anent Recent Disclosures
Present Searching of Hearts of Few
Dangers and Many Benefits . . . . .
we
By the Editor of the Century.
HE good citizen and square dealer falls back, however, up-
on two points of comfort; first, that there was a prodigal
i amount of rasecality in the days when there was vastly less
publicity; and, second—and here is his best consolation—
that the standards of public opinion are as high as ever,
and that, contemporary with this hideous exposure of
wrongdoing, the signs are numerous of a revival of the eth-
ics of business, as well as of the ethics of pelities.
In a private discussion not long ago of one of the most
pathetic cases of ruined reputation that recent events have illustrated, the
fact came out that this man—so widely honored and beloved, and still so
sympathetically regarded—had long realized the misfortune of his situation,
deeply deprecating the supposed necessity ofscontinuing certain corrupt and
demoralizing practices. It is evident that if such cthical questions as he, for
many unhappy ye decided according to unfortunate custom, could reach
his authority again, after a period of exposure and retribution such as has
just taken place, he would not hesitate to declare to his associates that, obvi-
ously, “honesty is the best policy,” as weil as the most agrecable part that
honorable men can play. So it is now everywhere easier for honest impulses
and suggestions to prevail in all matiers relating to the conduct of business.
The most conspicuous cxposure that has taken place is, of course, that
which was precipitated by certain insurance imbroglios; and there was good
fortune in the fact that these exposures, almest mere than any other pos-
sible ones, touched individual interests well-nigh infinite in extent. The les-
son of common honesty has therefore been carried into every family in the
entire country where exist responsibility and thrift. Xvery man in the busi-
ness world is now watching his neighbor; better than that, he is watching
himself—taking to himself all sorts of warnings; making to himself all kinds
of good resolutions; witnessing and taking part in a revival of applied ethics,
not only in the community, but in his own heart.
There is, indeed, nowadays such a searching of souls, and such a stern
application of higher standards, that there is almost danger that judges them-
selves will “stand up so straight” that they may fall backward into the pool
of judicial demagogy. Jut the searching will go on; and, on the whole, its
dangers are few, while its benefits will be many and immense,
ars,
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Ditality of Scarlet Fever
women CZ OF 17S worms
Emma A Walker.
Afroman of pear
N a farmhouse in one of the New England states a case of
scarlet fever unexpectedly developed not long ago. On
seeking for its origin the phys ian found that some old cot-
ten quilts, laid away in the garret for ycars, had recently
been taken down and aired and put to use by the family.
These bed coverings, it was remembered, had been put
y after a siege of this disease.
This is oniy one many instances that could be re.
lated, to show how long the infectious agent retains its
vitality, and how common a thing it. is for scarlet fever to be disseminated
by bedding and other objects. These quilts should have been burned as soon
as the first patients had recovered.
The children of a certain
antique ssecretary that had not
tresses of hair that had becn cut
20 years before of scarlet fever.
dread The-euse with
wh to he Spr
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cpened for In it they found
from the heads of children who had died
In a few days they were stricken with this
which this disease is disseminated is appail-
ad to a neighboring house simply from the
day
years
physici
been
disease.
It has be
The disease
sent from
the disease. cod Fousckeeping.
washed
A bouguet
05D tal carried
. know
A Most Valuable Agent.
Tho.glycerine.amployed in Dr. Pierce’s
‘medicines greatly enhanées the Medicinal
properties which it extracts ff6in’' native
-mediginal roots and holds in solution
much better than alcohol would. It also
possesses medicinal properties of its own,
being a valuable demuleent, nutritive,
antiseptic and antiferment. It. adds
greatly to the efficacy of the Black Che rry-
“bark, Bloodroot, Golde n Seal root, Stone
root ‘and Queen’s root, contained ‘in
“Golden Medic al Discovery” in subduing
chronie, or lingering cou ahs. bronchial,
throat and lung affections, for all of which
these agents are recommended by stand-
ard medical authorities.
In all cases where there is a w asting
away of flesh, loss of appetite, with weak
stomgh, as in the early stages of cone
sumptipn, there can be no doubt that gly-
cerine acts as a valuable nutritive and
he Golden Seal root. Stone root,
.s ropt and Black Cherrybark in
igestion and building up the
strength. controlling the cough
ing about a healthy condition
le system. Of course, it must
ected to work miracles. It will
not cure ors mption oxcepl in its canlier
stages.
hang : )
Te rer A bles. and chronic sore
UDR Ww ih ioarseness. In acute coughs
if isnot so effective. IT isin the lingering
hang-on coughs; or those of long standing,
even when accompauied by bleeding from
lungs, that it has performed its most
marvelous cures.
Prof. Finley Ellingwood, NM. D.,
nett Med. Col lege, Chic: ago,
cerine:
“In dyspepsia it serves an excellent purpose.
Holding a fixed quantity of the peroxide of
hydrogen in solution, it is one of the Lest
manufactured products of the present timein
its action upon enfeebled, disorde
achs, especially if there is ulcerat
tarrhal gastritis (catarrhal intla
stomach), it is a most effic ier I
Glycerine will relie
(heartburn) and exc
acidity.”
Golden Medical Discovery” enricl
purifies the blood curing blotches, pimples,
eruptions, scrofulous swellings and old sores,
or uleers.
Send to Dr. R. V. Plerce, of Buffalo, N. Y
for free booklet telling all about the native
medicinal roots composing this wonderful
medicine. There is no alcohol in it,
=
of Ben-
vs of gly-
Benevolent Indian.
William P. Letchworth, whose gift
bf 1,000 acres of Portage Falls, on the
fenesee river for a public park has
been accented by the State of New
York, is an adopted member of the
[3eneca tribe of Indians, and bears the
tribal. name, Hai-wa-te-is-tah, “the
man who always . does the right
thing.’
Catarrh Cannot Be Cured
With LOCAL APPLICATIONS, as they cannot
reach the seat of the Siseas Catarrh is a
blood or constitutional disease, and in order
to cure it you must take ater 11 remedies.
Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken internally, and
acts directly on the blood and mucous sur-
face. Hall's Catarrh Cure is not a quack
medicine. It was prescribed by onc of the
best physicians in this country ior years
and is a regular prescription. ltis co mposed
of the best tonics known, combined with the
best blood purifiers, acting directly on the
mucous suriaces. The periect combination
of the two ingredients is what produces
such wonderful poses in curing catarrh.
Send for testimonials,
F. J. CuexeY & Co., ps., Toledo, O.
Sold by druggists, price,
Take Hall's family Pills for cor 1stipation.
Expert Testimony.
The prominent part being played by
hired expert witnesses in the Thaw
trial prompts the Washington Star
to suggest that it is time to abolisa
the present system of securing this
kind of testimony. The expert em-
ployed by the prosecution naturally
will testify only the prosecution
wants him to, while the expert for
the defense, having a fine apprecia-
tion of his fee, will confine himself
to his own side. it is up to the jury
to determine which is the most ex-
pert liar or the most truthful, while
the real value of either corps of ex-
perts is an cpen question in the pub-
lic mind. The Star denounces ‘the
whole business’ ‘in cases. involving
human - life “immoral.” apd-gug-
gests that the court itself ah wuld -se-
cure the expert witnesses, protect
them on the stand and sce that their
findings reach the jury in : proper
form.
as
as
World’s Costliest Dress.
It may seem a trifle inconzr
that in a land where the mass
at the starvation point all the
and often on the fatal side of that
point, the wearers of the richest rai-
ment should be Tound, but such seems
to be the case. One of the Princesses
of the Burmese court, a young woman
not yet 20, is said to be the posses-
sor of the costliest dress in the world.
[t is a court costume and worn only
on rare occasions, savs Leslie's Week-
ly. It is studded with jewels reputed
to be worth in the aggregate not less
than $1,400,000.
Sp ————————
COFFEE THRESHOED HER
uous
are
time,
15 Long Years.
“For over fifteen years,” writes a
patient, hopéful little Ills. woman,
‘““while a coffee drinker, I suffered
from Spinal Irritation and Nervous
trouble. I was treated by good phy-
siciang, but did not get much relief.
“1 never suspected that coffee
might be dggravating my condition.
1 was down-hearted and discouraged,
but prayed daily that I might find
something to help me.
“Several years ago. while at. a
friend’s house, I drank a cup of Pos-
tum and thought I had never tasted
anything more delicious.
“From that time on I used Postum
instead of Coffee and socn began to
improve in health, so that now I can
walk half a dozen blocks or more with
ease, and do many other things that
I never thougkt I would be able to do
again in this world.
“My appetite is good, I sleep well
and find life is worth living, indeed.
A lady of my acquaintance lgaid sine
did not like Postum, it was So weak
and tasteless.
“I explained to her the diffe OTA
when it is made right—hoiled accord
ing to directions. She was glad to
this beeause coffee did not
agree with her. Now her folks say
they expect to use Postum the Test of
their lives.” Name given by Postum
Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the
little book, “The Road to Wellyville,”
in pkgs. ‘‘There’s a reason.”