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I lit on a cloud fn the sunshine. Just over the changing scene,
Watching; old Ume roll onward, from Autumn to Springtime green,
And 1 ee with my eagle vision, ami 1 note with my keen-tlpptd pen.
The things that go on below me on the battletleld of men.
I see some In greedy striving they seek tor the thing called Gold
And the woe or their wretched doings from the tongues of the poor Is told.
I see some In throes of envy they strain for the thing called Power
And the weak are soon crushed beneath them, aye, trampled within an hourl
I see some with wily cunning they prey on both rich and poor
And there In the motley scrlmmnRe I watch both the scamp and boor.
The world seems a place of carnage; I look with a heart of stone,
For I know that 1 I am Justice, and 1 rule all the world alonel
Then the light of the orb above me falls clear on the distant path
Ami 1 look on the end of sorrow the end of distress and wrath.
I see In the far-off future the calm that shall surely be
When I, with mighty sceptre, have brought forth my victory.
I see all the tangles straightened, the wrongs of the poor made right
The rich to their level humbled, the weak with their meed of might.
Bo I sit on mv cloud In the sunlight, looking down on life's battle strong,
And 1 smile, for 1 know that Justice shall conquer the world ere long!
l,urana W. Bheldon, In the New York Times.
An AwRward Situation.
Ambition to get leading' parts Induc
ed me to throw up a good position In
the North of England to Join a man
ager starting at Salisbury. The busi
ness turned out lilraKlioua, the tlioi
tre closing in a fortnight. I, an utter
stranger to the pl:u e, with u wife and
babe, was taken ill, ami could hurt'ly
Btlr for days. Hut for a gaid-henrted
landlady, I do not know what would
tare become of us.
One morning, bowover, over a mel
ancholy pipe in the grassy hollow be
low Old Sa.ru ni, a ray of hope dawned
upon me. In my anxiety and depres
aoln one old acquaintance had alto
gether slipped my memory. This wa3
a Mr. Atherstone, an art dealer of
Bond street. Ho first knew mo when
I had become assistant to a well
known engraver, and watched my pro
gress with great Interest. I wrote
telling1 him the whole story of my
misfortune. A prompt reply followed.
Apart from proof of Mr. Atherstone's
good feeling for me his letter contained
news that I read with surprise and
pleasure not without reason, as the
following extract will show:
"I want you to undertake a commis
sion that requires tact and discrimina
tion. It Is private Inquiry, and has
V be carried through at Shrewton
j)urt, Merivale, the seat of Lord
Jbuntfalcon, within a few miles from
Salisbury. Obtain permJssflon .from
the owner to see his art treasures. I
shall forward to you a jewelled minia
ture of Lord Monntfalcon, and want
you to ascertain If It Is a facsimile of
ene In the collection. That Is the
least Important point of the Inquiry
lth which I entrust you. Find out,
Xt any trouble, and with all the skill
you can command, the circumstances
tinder which the fac-simile came to
be painted. There Is a keeper of the
galleries; try and make friends with
him. Keep the object of your visit as
dark as possible."
On again hearing from the art deal
er I wrote to Lord Montfalcon asking
permission to visit his picture gal
leries. By next post I had the most
courteous of replies, acceding to my
request. One thing puzzled me, the
kandwriting of the note signed by
the nobleman was famlliatr to me.
Where I had before seen it I could
not recollect Next morning I went
over to- Merivale. Shrewton Court sit
uated In a spacious park, commands
many picturesque objects. One Is a
graceful Ionic temple, half hidden in
a mass of firs and white elms. So much
did it strike my fancy that I left the
pathway to obtain a close view. It
fraa prevented, however, by a singular
Incident. As I approached a young
girl In white bounded down the marble
steps. Her melancholy, yet beautiful
face, and sunny tresses decked with
pansles and lilies, might have been
Ophelia's. To my perplexity she ad
vanced and courtesled three times. Di
rectly afterward a matronly woman
ran out of the building. She quietly
took the girl by the hand and led her
The Shrewton collection would be
famous if only for its Florentine and
(Venetian masterpieces. While absorb
ed before them a light footfall behind
aroused me. I turned and saw Lord
Mountfalcon. His open, handsome
face would have been an excellent let
ter of Introduction anywhere. He said,
"I have seen you before; was it not
Charles Surface at Exeter?
From theatricals Lord Mountfalcon's
talk glided Into matters of pictorial
art, in which he was .evidently an
enthusiast Halt an hour passed, and
his lordship remarked:
"I must now leave you. On no ac
count miss the small blue galleries.
There is a portfolio of Rembrandt
etchings that must have special value
In the eyes of a practised draughts
man. Perhaps you might also like to
look at my bronzes, cameos and min
iatures?'' "I should, my lord." I answered,
"very much. Are there many?"
"Yes, a large number," replied his
lordship, "very representative, from
HilHard and Cooper to Ross and Moule.
Vy portrait by Moule I regard as fine
as anything painted by Cosway. The
keeper shall now attend to you. He
will have orders to let you see any
thing in whidh you may- take an in
terest" When the keeper entered the mys
tery vanished about the handwriting
sent to me the day bovjre.
I had known Mr. Samuel Cracken
thorpe, and we were no longer on
peaking terms. We had become inti
mate at Exeter, where he was then
a lawyer's clerk and a smaU money
lender. It was not long before I found
oat he was a mean, wily, Intriguing,
treacherous fellow, and on discovering
fcim grossly dlFbonest I angrily cut
tils acquaintance. We met, of course,
like perfect strangers, but -Cracken-
tliorpe's manner was polite, even to
I had looked at water colors, bronzes
and prints and now asked for the min
iatures. They were contained In three
large cases, placed upon a table In the
smaller chamber of the blue gallery,
and unlocked at my request. Just
as I was preparing to examine the
works of art a footman entered and in
formed me it was his master's wish
I should take luncheon. I could either
sit down with Mr. CrncUenthorpe or be
attended separately. Dut I excused my
self on the score of wanting to leave
almost immediately, Intending to re
sume my visit next day. Left alone I
examined several of the miniatures.
At last I unhooked the Monntfalcon
picture. It represented the nobleman
In court dress. I satisfied myself on
every point. After the closest serut
Inq I was convinced the miniature I
carried in my breast pocket differed
In nothing from the original. It was
perfect In similarity of jewels, arms
and setting. It struck me that I
would compare the pictures.
The light being less strong In the
northern than southern division of the
gallery, I entered the brighter cham
ber. There I looked at the miniatures
side by side. I was aghast for a mo
ment lest they should become dis
placed. To tell which from which
would have been Impossible. Putting
the copy in my pocket I returned, plac
ing the original on a small table near
the cases. Some feeling' Impelled me
to again visit the south apartment,
where I once more examined every
point In the picture Mr. Atherstone
had sent My all absorbing thought
was to get a clew to the history of that
picture. My mediation was broken by
a faint sigh-like sound from the inner
apartment. I looked around; it was
perfectly solitary and silent Dut on
returning to replace Lord Mountfal
con's miniature, it had disappeared.
My feelings can be conceived. I
searched In vain. Everything else had
been untouched. Amid bewilderment,
a terrible Idea occurred to me. I knew
Crackenthorpe's malevolent nature.
Had he, I thought, found an opportun
ity to pay off his grudge against me?
It was time, however, to meet the dif
ficulty. Stating what had happened,
I requested Crackenthorpe to at once
summon his master, If at hand.
Lord Mountfalcon listened to my
statement with the greatest calmness
and patience. In reply, he said most
likely I must have Inadvertently drop-
THE SWEETNESS OF LIFE.
Truly The Light is Sweet and a Pleasant Thing
it is for the Eyea to Behold the Sun. Eccles. XI :T.
Life is sweet, brother."
"Do you think so?" 1
"Think so! There's night and day, brother, both sweet things;
suu, moon and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's likewise a
wind on the heath. Life Is very sweet, brother. Who would wish
to die? A Romany child would wish to live forever." '
"In sickness, Jasper?"
"There's the sun and the stars, brother."
"In blindness, Jasper?"
"There's the wind on the heath, brother, and If I could only
feel that I would gladly live forever." From "Lavengro," a story
of the Gypsies, by George Borrow.
ped the picture anfong the prints or
other things on the tables. The keep
er and a footman were then ordered
to make a search through everything.
It was perfectly fruitless. The noble
man, whose eyes had never left me,
"What explanation have you? I
learn that you have been alone with
the works of art more than half an
hour, and during the time no one has
bene near the gallery.
"It is a matter of opinion, my lord,"
I returned, looking hard at the keeper,
"a noise I heard warrants my belief
that some one secretly did enter."
"Do you want to throw suspicion on
me?" exclaimed Crackenthorpe. "It
would not be the first time you have
falsely charged me with dlahonesty."
The nobleman waved his hand and
said to me:
"It is very painful to me, but I have
no alternative. You must bo search
ed." "Forbear, my lord," I calmly replied;
"spare me such humiliation."
"Hear me for a moment only," cried
the keeper. "I assure you he Is a man
of disreputable character," and creep
ing closer to me, Crackenthorpe struck
my breast pocket and hissed out,
"What have you there?"
1 knew full well, Heaven knows, but
what could I do?
"I have no property of Lord Motot
falcon," I said, "and Mr. Cracken
thorpe knows that perfectly well."
"Dlsprave his charge, then, by pro
ducing what your pocket contains,"
was the answer. "I can have no more
delay. If you again refuse what is de
manded one of my servants must ride
off to Salisbury for a constable.'
Surveying the whole situation, I an
swered: "Allow me a private Interview, Lord
Mountfalcon, and I can give you such
an explanation that must remove all
What the nobleman's answer might
have been I know not. At that mo
ment a wild, mocking cry came from
"What is that?" exclaimed Lord
Mountfalcon, anxiously; "surely I
know that sound."
In an Instant he had quitted the
gallery. Soon confused voices, Inter
mingled with the angry tones of the
master of the mnnslon arose In the
corridor. Something unusual had tak
en place. In a few minutes Lord
Mountfalcon, strangely pale, entered
and lnid the missing miniature on
the table. He said to me, with ex
"I deeply regret we have caused you
so much anxiety. Hear my explana
tion. A niece of mine, unfortunately
of weak Intellect, gained admission In
some inexplicable manner to the gal
lery. The noise you heard doubtless
came from her entrance or departure.
A gardener observed her unattended
and following the young lady saw her
cast something Into the rosary. It was
the portrait taken from the table wher9
you had deposited It. I deeply regret
you should have been placed In such
an awkward situation.
I bowed and prepared to depart. Lord
Mountfalcon would not hear of it, stat
ing he wished to see me In private.
"By the way," he added to Cracken
thorpe, "It Is a mystery to me how
Lady Hester could have obtained en
trance here. By means of that locked
door she Is entirely cut off from this
side of the mansion. Has the door
been unlocked since my orders?"
"I have no knowledge of it," faltered
the keeper, turning pale.
Lord Mountfalcon crossed to the
door, and It opened on the handle be
ing turned. What transpired I e-.d
not learn until an hour later.
As I sat over my luncheon I began to
see my way to the possibility of ob
taining a clew to the history of the
miniature In my pocket. Atherstone
had given me some facts, but I bad
been sensitive about disclosing them.
It was not long before I was closeted
with the owner of Shrewton Court. In
the lull of conversation his lordship
observed In a quiet tone:
"Was It solely an Interest In art
which brought you to Merivale?''
I answered In the negative.
"I thought so," was the reply. "Now
we 'have established friendly relations,
may I ask why you at first so firmly
resisted my demand of your being
"Because, my lord," I answered, "1
have such a terrible witness of guilt
In my pocket"
"What was It?" observed the noble
"Only this!" I replied, handing over
Silence In the room was only broken
by the faint ticking of a small French
"I am astonished," cried the noble
man. "Surely this Is my miniature.
Yet, no! My own is slightly stained
by the wet grass of the rosary. To
whom does it belong?"
"I am Ignorant," was the answer. "It
has been In the hands of a dealer for
sale," and one of his clients is eager
to ascertain how It came to be paint
ed." "Who Is that?" was the Inquiry.
"I have no knowledge," I replied.
"Well," observed the nobleman, " I
would pay a handsome reward, to find
out the history of the thing. Have
you any key to unlock the mystery?"
"No,", I said; "but most likely
Crackenthorpe has. May I put him
through a cross-examination In your
"By all means," returned Lord
Mountfalcon; "it may prevent his be
ing lodged in jail. That unlocked door
In the blue gallery has revealed what
a grossly dishonest fellow he Is. Ask
him what you please."
Sam Crackenthorpo, fearful of be
ing prosecuted by his master, answered
every question I put The examina
tion, as near as I recollect, was as
"Well, Mr. Crackenthorpe, you know
this fac-simile of the miniature ytm
asserted I had la my pocket?"
"Who painted It?"
"In my sitting room."
"Who obtained his services?"
"At whose request?"
"A lady came to see thegallerles af
ter Lord Mountfalcon went off to the
"Where did she see the original min
iature?" "At Moslem, the Jeweller's, in Picca
dilly." "What story was told the miniature
painter to blind him?"
"That his lordship's sister secretly
wanted a copy."
"How came Mlsg Wlncaunton to
wish for a copy?"
"Because she so admired the like
ness." Three months afterward Mr. Ather
stone and I witnessed the ceremony of
the marriage at St. George's, Hanover
Square, between Lord Mountfahyi and
the beautiful Lady Susan Brewster. A
rival, Miss Wlncaunton, had Insinuat
ed the nobleman was in love with her,
producing1 as proof the miniature she
had obtained under such mean and
crafty circumstances. Lady Brewster
returned Lord Mountfalcon's picture In
a fit of anger, believing the falsehood,
and broke off the engagement. On
Mr. Atherstone communicating the
facts of the case Lady Susan became
reconciled to her old lover.
After the ceremonial was over Mr.
Atherstone took me out for luncheon.
Later on, dallying with a cigar and
a bottle of claret, the art dealer said:
"I think we are in duty bound to
drink to the health of the bride and
We did It in bumpers.
"By the by," continued my old
friend, "I shall run down the week af
ter next to Shrewton Court, for Lord
Mountfalcon told me he had fitted you
up capital quarters as the new keeper
of his art galleries." Waverley Magazine.
QUAINT AND CURI0U3.
Japan has few millionaires and
practically no multi millionaires.
Steamship working hours are four
on and eight off to the end of the voy
age. The German army Is nsing paper
kettles which are said to be of Japan
Duluth, at the head of Lake Super
lor, has the greatest mineral tonnage
of any port in the world.
Some steamships serve broken bits
of butter-scotch candy along with the
afternoon tea aboard ship.
The first national English Thanks
giving was on Sept. 8, 1588, for the
defeat of the Spanish Armada.
The Japanese "Hello!" at the tele
phone Is "Moshi moshl!" or "Ano
ne!" with the accent on the "nny."
Iceboats have long been In use, and
now a German inventor has patented
a simple sail vehicle which makes fair
progress over good roads.
Counterfeiting is still a consider
able Industry in Calabria. It is good
fort in Naples to bite all silver coin
before accepting it in payment or In
Oil well machinery and supplies dis
tributed from Los Angeles, a large
amount of it being manufactured
there, reaches the sum of over one
million dollars a month.
The development of the water pow
ers In California has helped boom the
state by bringing In new industries
and helping old Industries with plenty
of cheap electric power available.
The Virginian railway has ordered
1000 50-ton steel gondola cars from
the Pressed Steel Car company, and
the Missouri, Kansas & Texas Is In
the market for 2200 cars of various
An 11,000-ton ship running 15 miles
an hour will consume 150 tons of coal
per day. A 30,000-ton ship going 30
miles per hour will use up 1100 tons.
Haste makes waste at sea as well as
Travellers at eea like to talk of the
steadiness of ships other than the
one tbey are on board of and to give
remarkable examples of freedom from
shake and sickness. One fact remains:
When the sea kicks up the voyages on
any craft, however large, soon learn
that they are not navigating on a bil
In a turbine eteamer ithe rhythmic
thumping uf the pistons disappears
and instead the engines give out
a thin soprano song that rises or falls
In key with the speed, snmetimes sug
gesting a continuous squeal from the
struggling giants of steam striving to
escape from their close confinement
Insldo the big Iron jacketa which of
themselves give no hint of power.
The Judge. "Now, prisoner, do you
wish to challenge the jury?"
The Prisoner. "Well, guv-nor. . I
don't mind taking on little four-eyes
over there." The Tatler.
A ten-year-old clove tree will pro
duce about twenty puunds annually.
A LADY'S MAN.
On Monday I was Julia's knight.
On Tuesday Stella's cavalier,
On Wednesday I with deep delight
Gave all my time to Uulnevere;
On Thursday eagerly I gave
Attention to the wants of May,
On Friday I was Clara's slave
And Adeline's on Saturday.
And now I have no doubt you'll say,
(I'm sorry to be 'neath your ban)
That my affections sadly stray
That I'm a very fickle man.
Oh nol that's not the truth at all
And you misjudge me every way!
I Just respond to duty's call
I'm In an escort bureau's pay!
-Nathan M. Love, In the New York Sun.
"Do you ever meet your wire In
town?y "Sometimes, when I don't see
her coming." Houston Post
"Does he go out between every
act? No; Just merely comes In be
tween every drink." Boston Herald.
Mrs. Benham "You have torn my
train!" Benham "That's all right;
your train Is long enough to be in
two eeotions." Judge.
Blobbs "That girl has a beautiful
foot; such a high instep." Slobbs
"Yes, but she can come down on a
fellow pretty flat-footed. Record.
"Why do people read the advertis
ing section in the magazines?" "Say,
I guess you never tried to read tne
other seotlon!" Cleveland Plain
Dealer. Bobble (to Featherstone) "Did
you know that you were a relative of
ours?" Featherstone "Since 'when?"
"Mother says that you are uur weak
"Those two statesmen are so an
gry they won't speak." "Well," an
swered Senator Sorghum, "that's bet
ter than starting a controversy."
Tho girl (rather weary, at 11.30 p.
m.) "I don't knowi a thing about
baseball." The Beau "Let me ex
plain It to you." The Girl "Very
well, give me an illustration of a
home run." Life.
Daughter "Mamma, can't I have a
little money for shopping this morn
ing?" Mrs. Malaprop "No, dear;
there's the taxes to pay, and I expect
the taxidermist around any moment"
"Instead of boycotting beef why
don't you accustom yourself to eat
ing the cheaper cuts?" "There are no
cheaper cuts. There are only the ex
pensive, the more expensive, and the
unattainable." Chicago Tribune.
"Dlngley is awfully out of sorts
since the Administration turned him
down." "What does he say about it?"
"He says he wishes the waters of ob
livion could roll over him." "Then
why doesn't he run for Vice Presi
dent?" Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Aunt Hetty "What's the matter,
Eben?" "Uncle Eben "Well, of all
the brazen things I ever saw. This
city paper has deliberately copied
that patent medicine ad. about SI
Hosklns being cured of lnfiuenzy by
using Judge Dopeman's Pills that was
In last week's 'Hardscrabble Clar
ion" " Judge.
Mrs. A. "I do love lobster, but I
never have them at home, because It
seems so Inhuman to kill them by
putting them In a kettle of boiling
water." Mrs. B. "Gracious! I never
kill them that way. It would be too
horrible. I always put them on In
cold water and lot them come to a
boll." Boston Transcript.
Lady (to commltteemau-room cierk,
who hands her a small bill announc
ing a forthcoming political meeting in
England) "But Is it pasaiole for la
dles to go to these meetings?" Clerk
"Why not?" Lady "I vhougNt They
were nioro or less of a rough nature."
Clerk "Well, madam, we've taken
every possible precaution to keep out
the suffragettes." Punch.
The Rev. William H. Leslie, a Kon
go missionary, was talking in the sa
loon of the Vatedand, about a mean
Belgian Ivory trader.
"The man was so mean," said Mr.
Leslie, "that I can only compare him
with Saunders MacPherson of Pee
bles. "Saunders visited his rich cousin,
Frazer, in New York, staying seven
months. Frazer one day led him into
a cigar shop, siying:
" 'Come in and have a cigar, Sandy,
"Frazer bought two ten-cent cigars,
gave one to Saunders, and proceeded
to light up. As he did so, Saunders
said to the salesman:
" 'These cigar3 sell at three for a
quarter, I believe?'
"Yes, sir," eald the salesman.
" 'Then,' said Saunders, laying down
a nickel and at the same time open
ing his cigar case, 'I'll take the third
one, if you please.' " Washington
The Legs Scared Him.
"There,' said a commuter In the
Grand Central station, pointing to a
robust colorel man, "is a good rail
road porter spoiled.
"You see; he was on a Pullman car
and was doing well until a man with
two wooden legs became a passenger
In his coach. That night the traveler
put his artificial underpinning be
neath the berth he occupied. When
Sam came along to collect the shoes
he pulled out not only footwear, but
also three feet of leather tops and
steel springs, together with metal
joints and ball beao-ings. The sight
so worked upon the superstitious fel
low that he fled in terror. He re
signed his place. Now he Is handling
baggage." New York Press. '
'HM NOTHING LOOKS GOOD TO
PAW PAW PILU
MAKE, LIFE WORTH
TOO. 10 BILLS 10
Kunyon's Paw Paw Pills con. the liver
Into activity hy gentle method. They do
not scour, gripe or weaken. They are a
touic to the stomach, liver and nerves
luvlgnrnto Instead of weaken. They en
rich the blood ami ennble the stomach to
get all the nourishment from food that Is
put Into It. These pills contain do calo
mel; they are soothing, healing- and stim
ulating. For solo hy all druggists In Wo
and 'Ke sizes. If you need medical ad
vice, wrlti Mnynnfs Doctors. They will
advise to the hest of tholr nhlllty abso
lutely free of ("liarge. MIWYON'S, 63d
nd Jefferson Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.
Weary of Womanhood.
'"I wish I had been born a man; it
is the one regret of my life," declared
Mrs. Lillian Dnncanson, president of
the Political Equality league, before
the members of the literary round
table of the Chicago Culture club re
cently. "I am tired of being a woman,
of being told to put on a pretty gown
and smile in order to influence some
alderman to see things in the light he
should see them as women see
them." Chicago Tribune.
Piles Cured In 6 to 14 Days.
Paso Ointment is guaranteed to cure any
caseofltching, Blind, bleeding or Protruding
Piles in 6 to 14 days or money refunded, (SOo
It Is hard to say how far Roose
velt's African hunting trip and the
notoriety that has surrounded it are
responsible, but big game hunting in
Africa seems to be enjoying a boom,
and women as well as men have fallen
under the spell. Mrs. Maldwin Drum
mond, formerly Mrs. Marshall Field,
of Chicago, is ohe of the most recent
recruits to the jungle. Her husband
Is rated one of the wealthiest of all
the South African millionaires, and In
former seasons Mrs. Drummond'a
beautiful residence in Carlton House
Terrace has been a center of the see
son's gayetles. But now Mrs. Drum
mond has turned her 'back on the
drawing rooms and the ball rooms
and set her face toward the veldt,
and already she is on her way to South
Africa. She and her husband will
start In from the south, trekking from
Rhodesia up to the Victoria falls and
thence, if all goes well, pushing for
ward through country almost unex
plored until they reach British Central
Africa and Uganda, the hunting
grounds of Roosevelt. New York
Why There Are No Fresh Eggs.
We are aware that when fresh eggs
come rushing from the farms in enor
mous quantities they are as promptly
shot Into cold storage just as they
come, while the stale eggs, already in
storage, are put out to the customers.
The fresh eggs are whisked out of
sight, so as not to 'break the market."
There is an abundant natural supply
for the season, but because It Is with
drawn from the consumers the arti
ficial shortage Is maintained, with re
latively high prices and for i stale
esgs in the fresh egg season. New
WHAT'S THE USB
Sticking to a Habit When It Mean
Old King Coffee knocks subjects
out tolerably flat at times, and there Is
no possible doubt of what did It A
Mich, woman gives her experience:
"I used to have liver trouble near
ly all of the time and took medicine
which relieved me only for a little
while. Then every once In a while I
would be suddenly doubled up with
an awful agony in my stomach. It
seemed as though every time I took a
breath I would die. No one could
suffer any more and live.
"Finally I got down so sick with
catarrh of the stomach that I could
not turn over In bed, and my stomach
did not digest even milk. The doctor
finally told me that if I did not give
up drinking coffee I would surely die,
but I felt I could not give It up.
"However, Husband brought home
a package of Postum and It was made
strictly according to directions. It
was the only thing that would stay on
my stomach, and I soon got so I liked
It very much.
"Gradually I began to get better,
and week by week gained In strength
and health. Now I am in perfect con
dition, and I am convinced that the
whole cause of my trouble was coffee
drinking, and my getting better was
due to leaving off coffee and taking
"A short time ago I tasted some
coffee and found, to my astonishment,
that I did not care anything about it.
I never have to take medicine any
more. I hope you will use this letter
for the benefit of those suffering from
the poisonous effects of coffee."
Read the little book, "The Road to
WellvtUe," in pkgs. "There's a Rea
son." Ever rend the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human