Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, April 22, 1905, Page 4

~ ARE DIED BELIEVED THAT ROJESTVENSKY SENT PART OF FLEET NORTHWARD. SHIPS ARE STILL COALING PORTION OF THE SQUADRON WAS SEEN AT KAMRANH BAY SATURDTY. JAPANESE ARE DISTURBED iF FRENCH NEUTRALITY IS. VIO- LATED BATTLE MAY BE IN A PORT. London, Apri: 19.—The latest news from the Far East shows that certain- ly a portion of the Russian second Pa- cific squadron was still coaling at Kamranh bay Saturday morning, April 15. This news was brought to Singa- ‘pore by the British ship Siu-Sang and to Hongkong by the French. steamer Phu-Yen. The former merely reports passing the Russian ships at 11 o’clock in the morning. The Phu-Yen’s officers saw twenty vessels coaling in the bay, and it was suspected that the remain- der of the fleet was inside the harbor. According to the Daily Mail’s cor- respondent at Singapore the Sui-Sang, which was not molested by the Rus- sians, sighted a Big French Warship two hours later, fourteen miles to the southward, evidently proceeding to Kamranh bay. The piecemeal] character of the news excludes the possibility of any accur- ate estimate of the movements of Vice Admiral Rojestvensky’s squadron, but it would seem to show that the vice admiral has divided his forces, a por- tion of which went northward before Saturday. What has happened since then it is impossible to say, and there no clear evidence even that the Rus- ans have been within the three-mile limit, which would bring them, ac- cording to international regulations, into infringement of French Neutrality. The fact that they passing ships would: appear to show that they were outside the limit. apanese sentiment, however, is auly disturbed. The correspondent he has no hesitation in declaring that should occasion arise and her pre- liminary protests be ignored Japan rd any anciorage occupied by will re the Ru n fleet as its naval base and deal with the situation according- i A A dispatch from Saigon states that a quantity of goods purchased there has been delivered to a portion of the n fleet off the coast of Indo- ”, Jap Fleet Seen. The Daily Mail’s correspondent at Singapore learns that Russian agents jaye cut the cable between Foo Chow and Formosa. A dispatch to the Daily Mail dated Manila, April 18, sa “This morning sixteen Japanese cruisers and torpedo boat destroyers were scouting off Sampaloc Point.” Unknown Warships Seen. Manila, April 19.—Three war ves- sels were sighted at Batangas at 4 o'clock this morning. Their nation- ality is unknown. Censor Suppresses News. St. Petersburg, April 19.—A sheaf of dispatches from officers of the various battleships, cruisers and torpedo boats of the second Pacific squadron has been received. They bring no iufor- mation beyond the news that all are well on board, andvihe censorship sup- presses the names of the places where the dispatches were filed. KING AND QUEEN OF HEAVEN. Ma&n and Wife, Who Imagine They Are Supreme, Taken in Charge. San Jose, Cal., April 19.—Imagining themselves to be the king and queen of heaver, Mr. and Mrs. Frank Dew of Milford, N. H., well-to-do tourisis, are under supervision here and will be examined as to their sanity to-day. it was reported the couple recently lost their reason while crossing the mountains. They were arrest- ed yesterday after destroying most of the furniture of the coltage in which they lived. Maple Sugar Crop Poor. Rapid River, Mich.. April 19. — The yield of maple syrup this spring has been poor, in this district at least. There is not very much sap in the trees, and what there is is rather thin, about sixty-five gallons being required to make a gallon of syrup, where fifty would do in former years. Big Tract Withdrawn, Washington, April 19.—On account of the Marais river irrigation project the secretary of the interior yesterday ordered the withdrawal from entry of 150,000 acres of land in the Great Falls, Mort., land district. Hay Greatly Improved. Nervi, Italy, April 19. — Secretary Hay has so improved in health that he expects to leave for Germany, but he may be detained if, owing to the rail- road strike, he is unable to secure a sleeping car. were visible to | at Tokio of tle Daily Telegraph says | President Satisfied With Hunt, B Wants One More Bear. : Glenwood Springs, Colo., April 19.— “Members of Camp Reosévelt are dis- gustingly healthy.”—Dr. Lambert. President Roosevelt has killed a bear and a bobcat. HDe is satisfied with his hunt for the biggest game the Rockies afford. If he gets one more bear he will be better pleased, but to quote his own words: “I got what I was after. It was bully sport, and I hope it keéps up.” This is the story brought to Secre- Locl last night by Elmer Chap- a courier with a ‘close mouth, Who was chosen to betr messages be- tween the president and the tempor- ary seat of government at the Hotel Colorado in this city. While he came through Neweastle, where are camped humerous correspondents of newspa- pers, he brought hws story intact. But if the courier was reticent at New- castle he was diff¢reat when his jour- ney was at an end. Secretary Loeb had removed the injunction of secrecy. His eyes kindled with a fire that told his admiration for the president's prowess as a hunter more than could the words at his command. STRIKERS SHED BLOOD. Stranger Beaten Into Insensibility by Union Men. Chicago, April 19.—The first shoot- ing and the most serious assault since the commencement of the Montgom- ery, Ward & Co. sirike occurred late yesterday afternoon at Van Buren and Sherman streets. Charles Ocker, a non-union teamster, was leaving a ho- tel whea he was attacked by a union picket. .Ocker drew a revolver and fired twice at his assailant, and, al- though he was but a few feet from the, man, both bullets missed and one of them struck Walter Klager, a team- ster. Ocker was arrested. Klager wound was not dangerous. Shortly after this trouble was over Joseph O'Reilly of St. Louis, who was: walk- ing on Van Buren street near the scene of the shooting, was attacked by union teamsters and beaten into in- sensibility. It was believed by the teamsters that he had been working for Montgomery, Ward & Co., but he denied this and said when he was at- tacked he #now nothing about the strike. ACTORS IN REAL TRAGEDY. Man Shoots Girl Fatally and Attempts Suicide. Philadelphia, April 19.—Because she intended leaving the theatrical com- pany of which both were members, Edward Smedes yesterday shot Dessie Helen Davis at a theatrical hotel | where they were both staying, inflict- ing a fatal wound near the heart, and then attempted to kill himself. The pullet flattened against his skull and he was not badly hurt. The couple were members of the chorus in “The Schoolgirl” company, of which Edna May is the star. The woman is known on the stage as Bessie Dale. She is twenty-three years old and her home is in Hebron, Neb. THE MARKETS. Latest Quotations From Grain and . Live Stock Centers. St. Paul, April 19. — Wheat — No. 1 Northern, $1.03@1.08 7-8; No. 2 North- ern, $1.011-2@1.02; No. 8, 88@95ce. Corn—No. 3 yellow, 45 1-2@46c. Oats —No. 3 white, 29 1-2@30c. Minneapolis, April 19. — Wheat, — No. 1 hard, $1.15 3-8; No. 1 Northern, $1.12 1-8@1.123 1-8; No. 2 Northern, $1.05 3-8@1.08 3-8. Oats—No. 3 white, 29c. Duluth, April 19. — Wheat — No. 1 Northern, $1.041-4; No. 2 Northern, 98 1-4c@$1.01 3-4; flax, $1.393-4; rye, Tie. Milwaukee, April 19. — Wheat—No. 1 Northern, $1.121-2; No. 2 Northern, 3105@1.09. Rye—No. 1, 8lc. Barley No. 2, dle. Oats — Standard, 32@ 321-2c. Corn—No. 3, 48@49c. Chicago, April 19. — Wheat—No. 2 red, $1.16@1.171-2; No. 3 red, $1@ 1.15; No. 2 hard, $1.14@1.17; No. 3 hard, $1@1.14; No. 1 Northern, $1.16 @1.17 1-2; . 2 Northern, $1.05 @ Corn—No. 2, 49 1-4@49 1-2c. Oats—No. 2, 30 1-4¢e. Sioux City, Iowa, April 19. — Cattle. —Beeves, $4 @ 6; cows, bulls and mixed, $3@4.75; stockers and feed- ers, $3 @ 4; calves and yearlings, $2.75@3.80. Hogs—Bulk, $5.20@5.25. Chicago, Apri! 19.—Cattle—Good to prime steers, $6 @ 6.65; stockers and feeders, $2.50@5.10; cows, $2.60@5.60; heifers, $3 @ 6; calves. $3@7. Hogs —Mixed ani butchers, $5.40@5.62 1-2; bulk, $5.45 @ 5.60. Sheep — Good to choice wethers, $5.60@6.25; native lambs, $4.75@7; Western lambs, $5.50 @7.75. : South St. Paul, April 19. — Cattle— Good to choice steers, $4.75 @ 5.50; good to choice cows and heifers, $3.20 @4.25; butcher bulls, $2.65@3.40; veals, $2@4.75; good to choice stock steers, $3@4; good to choice milch cows, $30@40. Hogs — Range price, $5.10@5.35; bulk, $5.20@5.30. Sheep —Good to choice lambs, $6.75@7; fair to good, $6 @ 6.75; good to choice yearling wethers, $5.40@6.50; good to choice ewes, $4.75@5.25. JEALOUSY CAUSES TRAGEDY. Man Fatally Wounds a Woman and In- jures a Man. “3 Washington, April 19.—In a fit of jealousy yesterday Frank Jones, aged fifty-two, shot and fatally wounded ‘Miss Kayle Norbeck, aged twenty- eight, and turning his weapon on Rut- ledge Robinson, an inmate of the sok diers’ home, inflicted serious injury. Jones then attempted to commit sul- etde by cutting bis throat. He was immediately put under arrost. of St. CHAPTER 1X.—(Continued)- “Then again, by that wonderful trick of Sosia, as he appeared in the closet! That was no phantom—no! for the fellow had a wrist of iron, a hand of steel, and skilled: with the sword, such as could belong only to Zeno Sosia! I wonder he had kept his old strength of hand and cunning of fence so well. I wonder more how he contrived so perfectly to assume the appearance of the young gentleman, the first man I ever killed. That's why the face has haunted me. ever since. I used to speak to Sosia of how I was haunted, and he said it would pass off after a time. It never has. Sosia knew it, and so used the fact to escape from the closet. Bah! he sprang from the frying pan into the fire, I may say, for if there is any truth in what the parsons say, his soul is in fire now, though his body died in water.” Here Bashfort chanced to cast his eyes upward, exactly toward where Clarence was concealed. The young man was lying upon a beam, and his body was wholly con- cealed from Bashfort’s view; nor did the light of Bashfort’s torch shine upon the young man’s face; but the rays of the rising moon did. These rays. streaming broadly ; through a hole in the dismantler roof, painted Clarence’s pale face with a ghastly, ghosily hue, as the ey Bashfort fell suddenty upon it. The hairs of the ruffian’s head bris- tled with an awful terror as this phan- tom-like face glared down upon him. Clarence, imagining. that a struggle for life with the savage was at hand, glared hate, rage and defiance down, but moved not a muscle of his face or form. Bashfort could see only the face; and that ,with the terrible glare of its motionless eyes, appalled his sou) with that cowardly horror of which he had just spoken. “The phantom face again!” he gasp- ed, letting fall the bundle of faggots he was at the moment holding under his left arm. “The face of the man I killed at York! ’Tis no trick of the sorcerer now—for the sorcerer is dead! Away, phantom face! He who made me murder you is dead—in the | well there—go haunt him! I was young, and he tempted me to do the deed—nay, my life was in his power— he forced me to do the deed! I did it to save my own life from the hang- man!” Thus gasped the burly ruffian, his teeth chattering with terror, his joints growing weak under his weight until he sank slowly down upon his knees; his dilated eyes fixed upon the pallid face which seemed to hang in air. “Away! Haunt me no more! I know not what became of the child! I did not harm it! I gave it to Zeno Sosia! I know not what the sorcerer did with the boy—I fled from him not long after I gave the child to him! Away! Haunt me no more! [ am sorry for the deed—aye ,it was a cruel one—” “Bashfort! Neil Bashfort!” thun- dered a voice far away, and from the ; lower part of the building. It was the voice of Lord Genlis, who began to be impatient with the long | absence of his henchman; and at this moment a dense and dark cloud shut out the moonbeams and the face of | Clarence became instantly invisible to Bashfort. “Black darkness is where it was—it is gone!” muttered the terrified man, staring wildly for an instant into the darkness of the mass of beams above; and snatching up his torch, which had falien from his trembling hands, he fled from the room in the corridor, shouting, in reply to his master: “Aye, my lord, I am coming!” And growling to himself as he ran: “Curses se‘ze the phantom face! Will I never be free from it? Thrice to-day have I seen it—on the cliff as I dreamed, in the sorcerer’s trick of the closet, and now amid the rafters! I would the accursed sorcerer had never put that deed upon my soul!” Clarence was greatly relieved by. Bashfort’s sudden departure, though he remained for several minutes as motionless in his concealment as he had been while the affrighted gaze of the ruffian was upon him. “The fellow saw me,” he mused, “and yet it was plain that he took me for a ghost—the ghost of some one whom he murdered at York more than twenty years ago—and by Zeno Sosia’s command! Now, my face must be wonderfully like the face of the mur- dered man to twice terrify and deceive this scoundrel, whose visage generally speaks only of reckless and merciless daring—as harsh, stubborn, savage and resolute a visage as I ever saw. I must know more of the fellow. Per- haps I may win from him some clue by which in time I may solve the mystery of my parentage. Was the man whom this rascal murdered my father? Am I the infant he stole from the mur- dered man and gave to Zeno Sosia? Perhaps; but of all this I will think hereafter. The business now before me, and most imperative, is first to find, and then to rescue Helen Beau- clair.” With extreme caution he descended to the floor and at once began to ex- plore the many rooms and passages of e 4 The Sorcerer By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. s of | Giles the building, which at one time during the Cromwellian wars had been used and partly erected for barracks by the marquis of Clanricade, who in 1651 for- feited the castle of Ardkyn, and held out against the parliamentary army for a year after the surrender of Gal- way. In an edifice so vast and rambling, Clarence had full scope for much search and caution, as he dared not j kindle a light to guide his course; and even had he dared, he had no means by which he could strike and maintain a light. He was faint, too, from much ex- haustion and long fasting, and in great need of sleep, as well as of food and drink. Gliding through dismantled rooms and irregular corridors, yet fearing that even his noiseless movements might attract the attention of the cap- tors of Helen, his progress was neces- sarily exceedingly slow. Descending rickety and creaking stairways w his greatest peril and fear, for despite his stealthiest of movements, the loose boards or yield- ing fastenings would give forth sounds which reverberated through the dreary and hollow corridors. At last he heard the sound of voices, and following the direction of the | noise for a time, he at length saw light streaming from a partially open door of a room on the ground floor of the great building. The room was at the end of one of the larger corridors, and Clarence | knew that were he to venture into | this corridor with the hope of reach- ‘ing a room adjoining that whence the | sound of voices proceeded, he would | be exposed to the chance coming forth of some one from the latter; in which | case the partially opened door would be thrown wide open, a stream of light would illuminate the full length of the corridor, and he would be de- tected. “They do not suspect that any stran- ger to their party is in the building, or even near Dun Aengus,” reflected Clarence, “and as long as possible I must keep such suspicion from their minds. I remember the room they are ‘in. It was quite a serviceable kitchen three years ago. But only a ceiling of the I will | poards are also the flooring of room above, loosely laid down. venture thither!” He turned, retraced his steps a short distance and descended a flight of stairs, down which he had crept a few minutes before. Passing then through a corridor, he at last arrived at the door of the room immediately above that in which he had beard voices. Crevices between the boards of the floor enabled him to see the light of a fire in the room be- | low, and that near the center of the | floor was a broken spot as large as a man’s head. Eager to see as well as to hear, Clarence sank softly down upon the floor and began to softly draw himself towards this orifice. ¢ Cautious as he was, the loose boards creaked slightly under his weight. “Ha! What noise was that?” ex- | claimed a stern and commanding voice | below. | And Clarence knew that it Lord Genlis who spoke. “Tt was above,’ ‘said the voice of | Capt. Osred. Clarence immediately began to scratch upon one of the boards with his nails, producing an admirable imi- tation of the gnawing of a rat. “Ha!—rats!” said the harsh growl of Bashfort. “The old place swarms with them. Clarence here imitated to perfection the squeak of a rat, and followed this with the beating of the boards with the tips of his fingers, producing a light thumping sound, so like the noise made by scampering rats that those below were completely deceived. | { was “Rats,” repeated Bashfort, “and whoppers! I saw a dozen, at least, as fat as whales, in the well shaft. It is a marvel to me what the rascals find to eat. Listen to that fellow gnawing up there! If we remain at Dun Aen- gus long those hard-toothed knaves will take toll of our larder. I will try to kill a few of them to-morrow. Ho! I wonder if the sorcerer’s meat will not poison them!” he added, laughing hoarsely. . “He is too far under water,” replied Lord Genlis. “I hope none of those rats will disturb my sleep to-night.” By this time Clarence had crawled to the opening in the floor. It was so Jarge, however, and the firelight below was so brilliant, that he would not have dared to place his face in range of that radience, but for one ~ fact, which his quick and keen eyes soon detected—spiders had spun webs across the opening; this mass of cob- webs having become very heavy with dust, hung downward, and without much obscuring the vision of any one near it, and gazing toward a light, to- tally hid from any eye below, gazing upward toward the dark background of the orifice, the face of Clarence as he peered downward. Clarence perceived that the two Os- reds had been eating from a small ta- ble, which stood between them, well furnished with cured and boiled meats and other edibles. Bottles and pewter the Steplaes, was devouring with much relish a rasher of bacon, which he had just taken from a gridiron; and while he ate and talked, ‘his eyes were fre- quently turned upward as he drank from a large earthen mug. Bashfort’s eyes, however, saw noth- ing more than the mass of black and | grimy cobwebs, as he threw his chin} a-peak i nthe air to drain his mug. “I would like to see how our captive is before I sleep,” said Lord Genlis. Perhaps her delirium has passed off by this time. If she has partaken of the food and wine I sent by Bashfort I shall be pleased. You said Martha told you that the young lady was asleep, Bashfort?” “When I carried the tray of food awhile ago, my lord—yes,” replied Bashfort. “Martha said the young lady had fallen into a sleep soon after We began to search for the sorcerer, and that she had not waked up since, my lord.” “One would.suppose that her sleep on the way here was long enough to serve her for a week, at least,” re- marked Lord Genlis, with a yawn, which proved that he himself needed repose. “Aye, my lord, but that sleep was not a real sleep—it was a trance,” said Bashfort. Sosia invented the devilish trance-pellet of his, as he called it, while I served him. Why, I, Neil Bashfort, was the first man he experi- mented on! I slept a week, as 1 am a man! and when [ came to as they say, I didn’t know nor imagine that I had been looking like a corpse for all that time—” “Peace!” said Lord Genlis, inter- rupting the garrulity of his hench- man. “Go you and ask Martha how the lady is now. I would go myself, but you are more familiar with these villainous corridors, which to me are like the windows of a labyrynth. I am fearfully drowsy, too, from hearty eating and drinking after long fast- ing. Wilford—why, Wilford is already asleep as he sits!” Capt. Osred Had fallen into a deep slumber, his face resting~ upon his arms, crossed upon the table. “Aye, the captain drank too much of this heavy ale,’ said Bashfort, empty- ing his mug again, and rising; “but I am used to it, my lord.” Yet he staggered a little in his gait, despite his boast. “Away! See Martha! I will await your return here!” commanded Lord Genlis, resting his head upon his palm, and his elbow upon the table. I may catch a nap while you are away. If I be asleep when you return, don’t dis- turb me for an hour or two, or I shall awake with a headache. Your ale—I wish I had held to the wine—your ale is very heavy.” “Would to heaven!” thought Clar- ence, whose lips and throat were parched with a raging thirst, “that 1 had now a flagon of that ale, or, better still, of water from that pitcher on the table; but I must follow that swilling rascal, to discover where Helen is imprisoned. Having learned that, I shall run some risk to obtain food and drink.” With such thoughts in his mind, he stole softly from his lurking place, and made all the haste he dared to reach some place where he might put himseif on Bashfort’s course, ere the latter should return. Arriving again at the head of that stairway which he ascended just after perceiving the light from the kitchen, he paused there to listen. He heard the staggering and un- equal steps of Bashfort, and also a lively whistling, which the fellow kept up,—for Bashfort had become somewhat fearful of apparitions since his flight on the second floor, and he had heard that ghosts were as afraid of whistles as mortals in general were afraid of ghosts. (To Be Continued.) Suicide With Comfort. “Do you know the only Irishman who ever committed suicide?” asked W. B. Pollard. “You know it is said that Irishmen never commit suicide, and when the argument was advanced in a crowd of that nationality he was so unstrung that he decided to show his opponents that Irishmen do some- times commit a wash act. He accord- ingly disappeared, and the man who employed him started a search. When he got to the farn he looked up toward the rafters and saw his man hanging with a rope around his waist. “What are you up to, Pat?’ he ask- ed. “<Oi'm hanging mesilf, begobs,’ the Irishman replied. “‘Why don’t you put it around your neck?’ % “‘Faith, Oi did, but Oi couldn’t praythe,’ was the unsmiling reply of the man from the Emerald Isle.”—Lou- isville Courier-Journal. What He Said. Miss Dolly—Arthur, have you spok- en to papa yet? Timorous Lover—Yes, I spoke to him in the hallway just a little while ago, as he was going out. Miss Dolly—What did you say to him, Arthur? Timorous Lover--I said “How do you du, Mr. Bartelson?”—Chicago Trib- une. Wins in a Walkaway. “Tl bet I know more women than you do.” “T’ll take the bet. I am acquainted with all the original members of the ‘Florodora’ sextet.” “I win. I’m acquainted with Mrs. Hock.”—Cleveland Leader. Every time a man calls his wife an angel she thinks he is hatching some scheme to avoid buying her a new gown. HOW HE GOT RID OF HIS OBSTINATE MUSOULAR RHEU RHEUMATISM. Mr. Jones Tells of the Wa the Way by Which He Treated Himself Successfully When Doctors Failed. Six physicians, all of them good, one of them a specialist, had done their best for Mr. Jones at different times during three years, and still he suffered fear- fully from the tortures of rheumatism. The rheumatism that had been dor- mant in his system was suddenly brought to.an acute stage by exposure while he was drawing ice in February, 1901. From that time on for a period of more than three years he was a con- stant sufferer. He tried many kinds of treatment, but the rheumatism wouldn’t budge. When regular doctors failed, and one remedy after another proved useless, many said: ‘‘I should think he would give it up and save his money.” Of his condition at this time, Mr. Jones says: ‘‘My rheumatism started in my right thigh, but in time it ap- peared in every muscle of my body. I lost the use of my left arm en- tirely and nearly lost the use of my right one. My feet were badly affected, especially the bottoms of the heels. When my right side was affected there was swelling, but the left side didn’t swell when the disease settled there. The internal organs didn’t seem to be involved at all. The trouble was all in the muscles and the nerves.” Among the few who still encouraged Mr. Jones. to think that a cure might yet be found was a friend who had rea- son for great confidence in Dr. Wil- liams’ Pink Pills, and acting on her advice he bought a box of them: in Sep- tember, 1904. The story of what fol- lowed is brief, but nothing could be more satisfactory. «When I was on the third box,” says Mr. Jones, ‘‘ I could realize a change for the better. I felt sure then that Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills were the right medicine for my case. I kept on with them for,several weeks longer and now I am entirely well, and everybody is asking what I took.” Mr. William Jones lives at Oxford, Mich. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills effect wonderful cures in rheumatism, because they work directly on the blood which is the seat of the disease, They are sold by every druggist. A Reasonable Request. Mrs. Hoyle—I told the new servant that she must pay for all things she broke... Mrs. Doyle—What did she say? “She say she was willing to do that, but that she wanted wholesale prices.” MRS. PHIL LYDIG’S MANY FANS. One of the Few Women Who Dare Use Heavy Peacock Tails. Only a woman blessed with a clear olive complexion, superimposed on a rich red, and a dark, lustrous eye, like Mrs. Phil Lydig, would dare to pre- sent the bold contrast she does in carrying a peacock feather fan. A woman of fair complexion would look positively pallid if she dared bring the iridescent colors in contrast with her face, but the former Mrs, Stokes can do it safely and to advantage. Her collection of fans, by the way, is one of the most varied and costly in New York, and they are of historic as well as of intrinsic value. Indeed, she has two curio cabinets set aside for them alone. There she exhibits tiny be- spangled affairs of the Empire period, so small that they are called fans only by courtesy; others of ostrich plumes, with jewel-laden sticks; Spanish fans, painted with scenes from the arena, or bedecked with dark-eyed senoritas who smile from latticed windows on the minstrels who are caroling their lays. This collection as it stands would take hours to look through, and no wthat Mrs. Lydig’s friends have learned of her weakness in this direc- tion they are sending her so many new treasures that it is likely a third cabinet will be called into requisition. —New York Press. HONEST CONFESSION. A Doctor’s Talk on Food. There are no fairer set of men on earth than the doctors, and when they find they have been in error they are usually apt to make “honest and man- ly confession of the fact. A case in point is that of an emi- nent practitioner, one of the good old school, who lives in Texas. His plain, unvarnished tale needs no dressing up: “I had always had an intense preju- dice, which I can see now was un- warrantable and unreasonable, against all muchly advertised foods. Hence, I never read a line of the many ‘ads.’ of Grape-Nuts, nor tested the food till last winter. “While in Corpus Christi for my health, and visiting my youngest son, who has four of the ruddiest, health- iest little boys I ever saw, I ate my first dish of Grape-Nuts food for supper with my little grand- sons. I became exceedingly fond of it and have eaten a_ pack- age of it every week since, and find it a delicious, refreshing and strengthen- ing food, leaving no ill effects whatev- er, causing no eructations (with which I was formerly much troubled), no sense of fullness, nausea, nor distress of stomach in any way. “There is no other food that agrees with me so well, nor sits as lightly or pleasantly upon my stomach as this does. I am stronger and more active since I began the use of Grape-Nuts than I have been for 10 years, and am no longer troubled with nausea and indigestion.” - Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. There’s a reason. Look in each pkg. for the famous little book, “The Road to Wellville.” aaa a ‘| 4