THBN AND
Wlwn my old beart was jwm, my dear,
The earth and haven wars no nwr
That In my dreams 1 oft oould hear
The steps of unseen races;
In woodland, where bright waters ran,
On hills Clod's rainbows used to spun,
I followed voices not of man,
And smiled In spirit faces.
HRS. PRODIGAL.
How She Strove With Her Mother-in-Law, and
Prevailed.
(W. R. Rose lu Cleveland Plain Dealer.)
A young woman was standing In
front of the Hazen residence when
Richard Hazen stepped, from the ear
at the comer ot the cross streot. She
waited for him.
She was a trim young woman,
straight and slender, and her eyos
'were grey and very bright. Rich
ard Hazen did not see the girl until
lie was close to her. Ills gray head was
; bowed and his thoughts were far
away.
Then he looked up and saw the
blight eyes lnteutly regarding1 him.
The owner of the bright eyes
smiled and put out her hand.
"I am Tom's wife," she simply said.
The old man gave a llltlo gasp and
bis lip suddenly trembled.
"Tom's wife!" he whispered. "Wb
why I was thinking of Tom at this
yery moment." He stared at the girl.
"Tom's wife!" he dully repeated.
"Yes," said the girl. "Don't you
see my hand?"
He saw her hand and then took it
in both his own.
"Tom's wire," he murmured. "I am
very glad to meet you, my dear." Then
he gave a quick start and stared at
jher garb. It was a walking costume of
steel gray and he sighed with relief.
"Tom is well?"
"Tom Is very well and very busy.
How is It with you, father Richard?"
He gave a little start at the title.
' "I am always fairly well, and al
'ways busy."
She glanced at the worn figure and
itlred face and her voice grew gentlr.
I "I have wanted for a long time to
know you, father Richard. That's why
I am here.'1
He suddenly looked from her toward
the house.
"Have you seen Tom's mother?" he
asked.
"Not yet. I waited here for you.
They told me at the office you would
stop at tho bank and so 1 took the car
ahead of yours. Shall we go In?"
He hesitated and again looked to
ward the house.
"Let us walk around the block, my
dear," he said. "I have something to
explain to you."
"Very well," she said. "I dcubt your
ability to tell me anything I do not
;know, but I'm glad to walk with you,
; father Richard. Don't forget that. I've
wanted to meet my Tom's father for
a long, long time,"
The old man suddenly smiled.
"I like your appearance, my dear,"
,he said. "I like your voice. I am sura
iyou ar good to my boy, and I know
he must be proud of you." He hesl
'tated as they moved away. "But have
you thought of Tom's mother?'
The girl softly laughed.
"Very often," she answered. "And
il'm not afraid."
"She is very proud."
1 "So am I. father Richard."
I "She does not forget."
"I am glad of that.'
! "You may find hor sadly prejudiced."
j "I expect it, father Richard."
He looked at her and his face
.brightened.
I "You are not at all what I what
iwe Imagined you might me, my dear.
And I am very giad."
! "You knew Tom was married?"
t "Yes. The news came to us through
several hands, and there were no par
ticulars. And now tell me about
Tom."
The girl laughed.
"He la well, he is busy, he is hap-
;py. I am going to ask you to wait
tor further particulars until I meet
bis mother.
I His face -clouded.
"If she will listen to you."
' The girl she seemed no more than
a girl in years nodded lightly.
The old man laid his hand lightly
on the girl's arm.
."You inspire me with confidence,
my dear,'' he gently said. "I am sure
that Toin'a mother grieves for her boy,
but she is very proud and unyielding."
I "I know," said the girl, "but she will
find that I'm a Western girl and some
ithing of a fighter myself, and dread
ful Btubborn when I think I'm right."
1 And she laughed lightly.
! They ihad returned to tho houBe,
.and now they went up the walk to
'getber and the old man opened the
Idoor and they passed into the 11b
jiary. i And the girl saw that the old man
seemed to grow older and grayer when
khe entered the house, and he locked
About him with a nervouB air.
"Wait here, please, and I will call
rym's mother," he said.
And she smiled back at him.
' As be passed through the door she
ave a quick glance into the long
mirror between the old fashioned win
dows, and straightened hor hat and
gave her plumage a quick little shake,
and threw a confident glance at tho
reflected Image. '
I As she turned away a lady came
Onto the room, and Richard Hazen
Was close bohlnd ber.
"Do you wish to sea me?" tbe lady
faked.
Tbe old man stared anxiously at
NOW.
Now my old hurl Is old, my sweet.
No long-flr earth and heaven meet;
AH life is grown to one long street
Where fact with fancy ilaslun;
The volres now that Beak to mo
Kpenk prose Instead of poetry;
And In the faces now I- see
is less of Boul than ashes.
Madison Caweln In Leslie's Weekly.
Tho latter stood In the center of
the room, her head just a little
raised, her eyes very bright.
"I am Tom's wife," she simply an
nounced. The lady gave a little start, and then
her face grew hard.
"This Is quite unexpected," she
coldly said.
The girl slightly bowed.
"Yes, madum," she answered, with
gentle dignity, "I quite appreciate the
foot. My only aology 13 that even
the most exacting courtesies have been
known to weaken at the touch of
kinship. I do not look upon this as
a call of state, madam. I am you son's
wife."
The lady hesitated.
"We are not prepared to acknowl
edge you," she said. "In fact, we hve
no authentic knowledge of your exis
tence." A faint Bmlle hovered about the
girl's mouth.
"I exist, nevertheless," she said.
"And if you don't mind I will remove
my hat and coat. I find them rather
warm."
The lady was taken aback.
"Am I to Infer that you consider
yourself welcome In this house?" she
slowly asked.
The girl laid aside her hat and coat.
"I only remember that I am your
son's wife Tom's wife and tlmt
The lady winced a little.
"Perhaps," she said, "you do not
know Tom's story?"
Tho girl slowly nodded.
"I believe I know It all," the an
swered. "And you came here knowing this?"
"There Is no doubt that I am here,"
said the girl. She looked around. "I
have come a long way," she said. "I
am- rather tired. May I be seated?"
The lady flushed. She pointed to
a chair.
"Do not construe this Into any ad
mission that you are welcome," she
said. "It Is a courtesy that I would
grant to any stranger who found her
way into my home.'"
The girl leaned back against the
cushions on the davenport.
"It Is a courtesy that your son's
THE EASY CHAIR.
Only the Englishman knows the science of sitting down. He
alone has evolved the ohalr which recovers for Its etudenU all the
comfort that has been lost In the day, all the hope that the morning
may so inhospitably have barred. Watch, say, a Frenchman In an
English easy-chair and you will find him no worthy apprentice ot
the science. Ho is 111 at ease and out of sympathy with the chair.
But the Englishman has no such quarrel with comfort. He does
not, as tho Frenchman, sit at attention. There need not, in faot, be
any doubt that England's position as tho optimist among the na
tions is due largely to this appreciation of tho easy-chair. Had
Schopenhauer lived in England and been instructed In the art of
sitting down he would have written dainty testimonials to tne
charm of human nature. Pope had no optimism, and it Is not sur
prising that he complained of the "rack of a too easy chnlr," for
only an optimist can be comfortable. Whistler reftwed to have an
easy-chair in his house, and quite Inevitable wrote a book on the
art of making enemies. Carlyle lived among the Tmrd angles of un
comfortable furniture and wrote irritably. A mall's literary taste,
it may as well be said, Is not fored so much by his education, or
his early life, or hia friends, as by his chars. A man without an
easy-chair would develop an austere taste. . He would read Bacon,
Hume, Macaulay. A man with an uncomfortable eosy-chalr would
read Hazlltt, Carlyle, Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, Ibsen. A man with
a chalir which he had moulded to nil the whims of bis body would
read .Dickens, Lamb, Shakespeare, Meredith, Fiaubcntj Tennyson. No
o?.e fortunately has a finer instinct for comfort than the Englishman,
and so long as this is so there should be no danger of the decline
of good books and poetry and optimism. .Only the man who has
an easy-chair can read the right books.
!
wife also
a stranger gratefully ar
cepts." .
The lady had seated herself and
Richard Hazen had slipped into a
chair near the door.
For a moment or two the room was
vory still. The bright eyes of the
girl leisurely took in the furnishings
of the room. The eyes of the lady
watched the bright, young face.
"I know this room," e-aid the girl.
"Tom has so often described it. It
was at this window that he sat when
he learned his le3Boas. There Is tne
bookcase where he found the copy of
Robinson Crusoe.' This is the por
trait of his grandmother, whose gentle
gaze he fancied in his childish way
followed htm about the room. But
I don't see his little choir anywhere.
Has it been taken away, madam?"
The man near the door made a chok
ing noise.
"That was very well acted," she
said. "I beg your pardon, but are
you still in the profession?"
The bright eyes opened wider.
"The profession, madam? What pro
fession?" The lady suddenly frowned.,
"Is the phrase puzzling? Then let
me ask If you are on the stage?"
The girl suddenly smiled.
"Now I understand," she quickly
said. "No, madam, I am not on the
stage.''
"You left It recently; perhaps?"
The girl ahoott ber head.
"I have never been on the stage,
madam."
"How can Uiat bet" ehe coldly
asked. "When. wihen Thomas left
his home disgraced, disowned1
"Emilyl" cried the man.
"Hush," Richard," said the woman.
"When Thomofl went away he vowed
he would marry some dancing girl of
the stage."
"Yes," the girl assented. "He told
me of this girl. But he did not mar
ry her. He saw the folly of such
act. Without money, without friends,
he had no way to hold her fickle re
gard. No, madam, he did not see ber
again and I am certain he has never
regretted the fact In one way, mad
am, you did your son a great service
when you took from him the means
of gratifying his extravagance. It
would have been better had you done
this before."
The lady drew bark.
"I am not used to having my acts
made the bncls of oritlcisra or even
of conversation," she coldly said.
"You are not an actress, you say.
Perhaps you will tell us who and what
you are?"
The girl pm!Id in her quick way.
"I am Tom's wife," she answered.
"That's all I can remember just
now." She looked about the room
apain. "Poor little Tom," she softly
raid. "The rooms Beema so big and
ho must have looked so very email."
The lady stirred uneasily.
"If you are trying to harrow up my
feelings," she Bald, "I will ask you
to remember that even the torn heart
of a mother in time becomoB seared."
The girl slowly nodded.
"I am sorry if I hare hurt you,
madam."
"You have not hurt me."
"I did not mean to hurt you,
madam. I am young, 1 am forgetful.
To me my Tom seems all that is man
ly, and worthy find true. I cannot
picture to mysslf any other Tom ex
cept the little lad who sa here alone
by the window. J like to think of him.
I like to picture him looking up at
your mother's portrait, madam, and
meeting that loving glanee with a
trusting smile."
The lady suddenly arose and went
to the window and looked out
The girl glanced at the old man.
He nodded quickly and waved his
hand.
The lady turned.
"Do you think that I forgot?" she
suddenly asked. "Do you understand
that the son I chensned, and hu
mored and pampered, turned upon
me and shamed wo, nnd defied me?
Do you know that ho clsobeyed my
commands, that he slighted tho girl
he should have married, that he chose
companions who were unworthy of
him? Do you think I can forgot all
this?"
Her voice rose, her hands woro
clenched.
"And you sent him away?''
"Yes. Ho had disgraced his home.
T
He was no longer worthy of it."
"Do you know, madam, that the
hour you sent him forth was, after all,
one of the most fortunate hours my
Tom has ever known?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that It threw him on his
own resources, that it aroused all that
was manly in him, that tt gave him
the one incentive he needed the in
centive of bread and butter, of lodg
ing and clothes."
"He has prospered then?"
"Yes."
"I did not mean to ask about blm.
My heart is very blttor. Tell me what
you will."
Tho girl smiled.
"I will tell you gladly. He is well,
and happy and .prospering . We live in
Virginia City, where Tom is regarded
as a coming citizen. No man's word
Is better, no mac's record is cleaner. It
has meant hard work and many set
backs, but the strength and the am
bition were in him, and he was sure
to win."
The old man by the door suddenly
moved.
"My son," he softly murmured.
"I will not dony that what you
have told me has a oar tain measure
of gratification in it," she slowly said,
"but it is not the way the story of
the prodigal saeald end for my son
was a prodigal, i wicked, defiant prodigal."
lbs girl's smile still lingered.
" "And ! am the wife of the prodigal,''
she said. "And that brings It all batik
to me. I am to be la the dty a few
days. There is some machinery for
our mines that I aim to Inspect before
It is shipped. We learn to do many
things in those far western towns.
Will you take me in during my stay in
the city?"
The lady hesitated.
"You try to beat me down at every
turn," she feebly protested.
The girl nodded.
"I fear I should have presented my
credentials sooner," she said and drew
forth an envelope. "You do not even
know that I am what I claim to ba
This is a letter of introduction from
my Tom. When he found I was deter
mined to come here he gave me this.
Believe me, I have not seen a single
word he has written there."
She arose and handed the letter to
the lady. The latter turned it over
in a hesitating way.
"Richard," she said, and her vokse
had suddenly softened, "will you read
this aloud to me. My eyes are trou
bling' me and the light is pool"-"
He took the envalope and went to
the window. Adjusting his glasses
he bent his gray head and slowly read
the lotter aloud.
"Father and mother," it began, "I
am sending you the dearest treasure
I have on earth. No, that is not quite
right. It was my wife's wish to go
to you it had been hor wish for a
long time. I only consented when I
saw that she was determined to make
the journey. No doubt she has told
you why she comes. But there are
some things she will not tell you.
She will not toll you how immeas
urably much I owe to her, how poor
we were, how her courage never falV
er, hor love never failed. She will
not tell you how we prospected togeth
er, and how I foil end was hurt, and
how she fought away the wolves, and
all alone in that cruel desert nursed
me back to health again. Nor will she
tell you that we are joint partners In
ell our ventures, and that she means
to send me to congress next year. I
ask nothing for myself, but I would be
glad to have you treat her as ehe de
servesno matter how yon may re
gard her mission. I am going to miss
her greatly we have nevor been part
ed before, but if Anna wants me she
knows she has but to hold up ber
hand. From your son, Thomas Hazen."
The letter fluttered from the old
man's fingers.
Then he aros9 and went to the girl
and took her hands In his and kissed
her cheek.
"My son's wife," ho proudly said.
The lady's hood was bent. But pres
ently she arose and took a faltering
step toward the girl.
"Oh, my dear," she suddenly
sobbed, "hold up your hand and bid
my son come home!"
Then the arms of the girl quickly
encircled her and the prodigal's moth
er, and the prodigal's wife clung together.
CHEESE MAKING MONKS.
The Trapplsts of Canada and Their
Farms and Vineyards.
Scattered throughout Canada are
many curious religious communes, es
pecially in tho province of . Quebec,
but thore is none more curious or in
teresting than tho settlements of the
Trapplst Monks.
.This brotherhood has three settle
ments In the Dominion In Nora Sco
tia at Tracadle, in the wilds of north
ern Quebec, near the Lake St. John
district, and on the banks of the Ot
tawa River not far from Montreal.
One of tho most interesting of the
monasteries Is that near tho village
of Oka, on the Ottawa River.
The Trapplst is a farmer as well
as a priest and the Oka farm of 800
acres is one of the best tilled in that
part of Canada. All klnd3 of grain
are grown, an excellent vegetable gar
den is maintained, and a large or
chard and vineyard add pictures
quoness to the rural scene. But the
Trapplst is a stock grower as well as
an agriculturist. There are few finer
thoroughbred stocks than tho Per
cheron stallions and huge bulls kept
there. The or(l?-r owns nt Oka sev
eral hundred cows, 300 sheep and
thirty-five horses.
Adjoining the barn is the dairy,
wherr? a fancy cheese Is produced
that has a high reputation in the Mon
treal market, as have tho claret and
wines produced from the vineyards.
Busy Man's Magazine.
Why She Couldn't Speak.
A photographer in an Iowa town
was called upon not long ago to mako
some pictures of an old lady of 70
years or so, but of surprising agility
and quickness of perception.
The picture man was, therefore,
somewhat surprised to find that no
words of address could induce the old
lady to speak until tho operation was
completed. Then she put her fingers
into her mouth, whence she withdrew
several wads of paper.
"You wouldn't have me photo
graphed with my cheeks falling in,
would you?" she asked tha photogra
pher. "I stuffed two pages of a news
paper in my mouth to fill out." La
dles' Home Journal.
The Signal.
The Bachelor and the Boned'.ct were
wending homeward their weary way.
"Ah, you lucky married man!"
sighed tho Bachelor. "ThinS of bcvlng
a hearth, a real home awaiting yon.
Look there Is a light in the window
for you!"
"Gee! So there is," muttered the
Benedict. "Well, there's only ot way
out of that let's go bach to the chib,"
New York Journal.
PEARL8 OF THOUGHT.
The Just man falls seven times.
Bible.
Luck is a small j matter. U. S.
Grant.
A good resolve will make any port.
Horace.
Make your life your monument.
Ben Jonson.
Who sows courtesy, reaps friend
ship. Basil.
In all thnlgs let reason be your
guide. Solon.
Joys are our wings, sorrows are our
spurs. Rlchter.
Suspicion is the poison of friend
ship St. Augustine.
Jealousy Is a secret avowal of one's
inferiority. Maslllon.
Men prize a thing ungalned more
than it is. Shakespeare.
What oi&kee life dreary Is the want
of motive. George El lot
Genius begins great works; labor
alone finishes them. Joubert
In marriage there is always one who
rules the other. Home Notes.
Thore is nothing on earth so cruel
to a woman as woman. Oulda.
It Is the duty of men to love even
those who Injure them. Marcus An
ton 1 us.
Frugality is a fair fortune; and hab
its of. industry a good estate, Benja
man Franklin.
The blessedness or misery of old age
Is often but the extract of our past
life. De Malstre.
Opportunity knocks, but Importun
ity grabs one by the buttonhole and
hangs on. Home Notes.
A woman may only believe half she
hears, but she generally repeats it
all. Philadelphia Record.
One of the greatest sources of hap
piness In young married life Is a lack
of relatives on both sides. Puck. .
Whon a woman goes to call on an
other to see how well the baby is do
ing, it's a sign she really came to tell
her something Bbe heard somebody
say about hor. New York Press.
GROTT08 OF THE LAMAS.
Voluntary Exiles for Life From the
Light of the "Sun.
Of the people who live where tho
mountain tops in the morning are
"dreams of roses and eternal snow,"
Dr. Hedln had much of absorbing In
terest to tell during a recent lecture
delivered by him In London. There
were the Lamas, or priests, who vol
untarily go into grottoes, the entrances
to whloh are closed against them for
the rest of their lives. They live In
this solitude in absolute darkness, not
even the secondary light of the sun be
ing allowed to enter. One man, he was
told, went into darkness when 16 or
17 years of age, ami lived there for
09 years. The reason for this volun
tary martyrdom Is that the Lama be
lieves after death he will be reborn
into a very happy existence. He has
no communication whatever with the
outside world, and the other priests
of the temple send In his food by
means of a long pole, to which are
attached bowls. These are withdrawn
after an interval, and the only means
of ascertaining the death of the In
mate of the grotto Is by the food and
drink not being touched. These grot
toes are found in many places in Tibet
on the banks of the Upper Brahmapu
tra, and in the Interior of the coun
try. The Tibetans have some strange
tests for ascertaining the character
of a man. One 1b by moans of a hole
In a block of granite, through which
the individual has to crawl. If he Is
an honest man ho will, according to
the theory of the Tibetans, creep
through, but if a scoundrel he will
stop in the middle. "We had a very
funny experience with one of theBe
blooks of granite,"- said Dr. Hedin. "A
fellow could not continue and could
not oome back, and so all our men
had to tio ropes to his foet and drag
him out in that way."
Roman Waterworks Still In Use.
The town committee of Ezamosvar
has decided to utilize tho remains of
the thousand year old water mains
and reservoirs which have remained
since the Roman occupation. The wa
ter mains were discovered by Profes
sor Ornsteln, an archaeologisct, who
states that the groat reservoir and
the extensive canals sorved the water
supply of a large late Roman military
camp Congrlcastrum. The great res
ervoir ltee on a high hill near the
town. The dirt which has collected In
the basin and mains during many cen
turies has been removed, and now it
Is almost incredible that they should
be a thousand yea old. The medical
officer of the town haa declared the
water basin and the mains to be tit
for use. Budapest correspondence the
Lancet
Some Old Story.
Tho budding playwright was read
ing his latest creation, to a party of
friends, but as he plodded through the
second act be heard an odd sound and
looked, op, to see one of his audience
asleep and breathing heavily. He was
greatly annoyed.
"Sir," ha said, "sir,- wake up. You
might remember that I &:n reading
this play to the company, in order to
get i opinion. How can a man who Is
asleep grre an opinion?'
"Howl" said tho drowsy one, with
a yawtv ,T3st!y enough. Sleep is an
opfnlonO 3ock.
Tb tramMpalrty of Peterborough,
flpt", baa eoriohed its treasury
psnMptfbrj by engaging m the celery
TRIALS of A NEEDEMS
IM NOT GETTING ANY)
THROW AWW ALL THIS
BETTER. THE DOCTOR
DOE 311 T 3EEM TO BE
DOING ME ANY GOOD
RESOLVED THAT KmPltlUUSIItSS.
P5TO1
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nourlHhfuent front fond that la put Into it. Theto
pUlaoonlalii no calomel; Uiey are Mjothltw, heallnf
and atlumltiUnff. For eale liy all driuwiit In lUo and
Hex.- aired. If you need medical artvlco, write Mun
yon'a Doctor. They will adrlanta the bent of their
ability absolutely free oft'harfre. MUN VON'.
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Munyon'i Cold Remedy enree ft cold In one day.
Price &c. Munynn'a lUieumattnm Remedy rellerea
In a few bourn aa4 coree In a f ew daya. rrlooltto.
In elgteen months there wlM be di
rect railway communication betweem
Iluenos Aires and Ascunclon, the cap
ital of Paraguay.
Only One "I'roino Onlnlne,"
That in Laxative Bnmio Quinine. Look
for the signature ol E. W, Grove, lsod tho
World ovtr to Cure n Cold in One Day, S5q
The new bridge over the Ganges
river at Sara, India, for the Eastern
Bengal Railway, is to cost $0,500,000.
Did yon ever hnv a gnod, nld-fnahioned
boj-' stomach itchel Of course you have.
A little doe of Unmlins Wizard Oil will
chase swny a colicky pain in tbe atomacb
like magic.
England sends many of her orphan
and deserted children to Canada.
Mra.Winslow'a Soothing Syrnp fnr Children
teething, softena theiriima, reduce inflamma
tion, ulluj a puin, cures wind colic, 25c a bottle.
Teaches Children by Toys.
The most Intellectual women in Eu
rope is said to be Mrae. Marie Montes
sorl, a lecturer In the University of
Rome. An eloquent and convincing
speaker, she has gained a still wider
reputation from her Ideas as to th
teaching of children. She plans t
carry Instruction to the minds of the
young by means of toys, and has built
a model house In Rome especially
equipped for children, the rooms of
which are furnished with toys of her
own Invention, tlttaned to teach the
little ones to read and write without
taking them through the laborious
rudiments of the alphabet and ordin
ary spelling. The model house in
Rome has proven so successful that
Mme. Bontessorl has been invited to
build a similar house, exclusively for
children, in Milan. New York Press.
Perjury a Common Crime.
Even a cuual observer cannot have
failed to notice that there is much
false evidence given in our courts.
The fact is thrust upon one's atten
tion. Not only in sensational mur
der trials, but in almost every civil
proceedings or quasi-Judicial investiga
tion which is of sufficient general in
terest, to gain publicity, the reported
testimony is always contradictory,
and nearly always to such a degree as
to be utterly irreconcilable. There
seems to be little or no regard for the
sanctity of an oath, and yet with this
multiplicity of instances of reckless or
wioked swearing one rarely hears a
word of reproof from the bench, and,
to Judge from the number of prosecu
tions, perjury would seem to be the
rarest of crimes. Buffalo Express.
WIIKN m.VXKIt OOIrfES
One Ought to Have a Good Appetite.
A good appetite Is the best sauce.
It goes a long way toward helping in
tho dlscstlvc procf8s, and that is ab
solutely essential to health and
strength.
Many persons have feund that
Grape-Nuts food Is not only nourish
ing but is a great appetizer. Even
children like tho taste of It and grow
trong and rosy from Its use.
1 's especially the food to make a
we stomach strong and create an
appetite for dinner.
"I am 57 years old," writes a Tenn.
grandmother, "and have bad a weak
stomach from childhood. By great
care as to my diet I enjoyed a reason
able degree of health,' bnt never
found anything to equal Grape-Nuts
as a standby. ,
"When I have no appetite for
breakfast and just eat to keep np m
strength, I take 4 teaspoonfuls of
Grape-Nnts with good rich milk, and
when dinner comes I am hungry.
While If I go without any breakfast
I never feel like eatingdlnner. Grape
Nuts for breakfast seems to make a
healthy appetite for dinner.
"My little 13-months-old grandson
had been very sick with stomach
trouble during the past Bummer, and
finally we put him on Grape-Nuts.
Now he Is growing plump and well.
When asked If he wants his nurse or
Grape-Nuts, he brightens up anil
points to the cupboard. He was so
trouble to wean at all thanks to
Grape-Nnts." Read the little book,
"The Road to W-ellrtlle," in pkgs.
"There's a Reasoa."
Ever read tbe abve fettorT A new
one appears from tine to tune. The;
are genuine, true, and full of hamas
interest.
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