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—_l|__ DEF GAS AND WATER 18 ONE AS NECESSARY AS THE OTHER? Citizens of Large Cities Say It Is. New York, June 13.—In the recent agitation here about the price of gas, the demand’ for lower rates was sup- ported by the argument that every resident is as dependent upon a sup- ply of gas as upon a supply of good water. It has come to pass that the day laborer uses gas as his only fuel for cooking, because of economy, and the rich man uses gas on account of its convenience. Gas for lighting, with modern improvements in burners, is cheaper, better and more satisfactory than any other Kind of light. Gas selis at $1.00 per thousand cubic feet in large cities and from that to as high as $3.00 in smaller towns. The consumer of gas in the country uses Acetylene (pronounced a-set-a- lene), and each user makes his own gas and is independent of Gas and Electric Companies. Acetylene is a more perfect illuminant than the gas sold by the big gas companies in the cities, and the cost to the smallest user is about the equivalent of city gas at 85 cents per thousand. Acetylene is the modern. artificial light, the latest addition to the many inventions that have become daily necessities. , The light from an acetylene flame is soft, steady and brilliant, and in quality is only rivaled by the sun’s rays. If water and a solid material known as Calcium Carbide are brought into contact, the immediate result is the making of this wonder- } ful gas. The generation of acetylene is so simple that experience or even apparatus is not necessary to make it. If it is desired to make it for prac- tical lighting, and to keep it for im- mediate use, then a small machine rallied an “A_etylene Generator” is employed. There are many responsi- bie concerns making acetylene gener- ators. In practice, this gas is dis- tributed in small pipes throughout buildings, grounds, or entire cities and towns, in the same manner as ordinary city gas. Acetylene is the only satisfactory means of lighting isolated buildings located in the coun- try or suburbs at a distance from city gas or electric plants. His Intentions Were Good. An old colored man, a relic of slav- ery days, and with the elaborate cour- tesy of old-time darkies, got up to give a white woman his seat on the Long street line. He was a real old man, and the woman hesitated about mak- icg bim stand, “[ don’t like to deprive you of your seai,” she said. “Dat’s all right, dat’s all right,” he said, with a smile and a bow. “Sit right down. No deprive-ity—no de. prive-ity."—Columbus Dispatch. Not for Her. “How does it feel to be a chorus girl? It must feel terrible to have hundreds of men gazing at one when one is dressed so scantily.” “It must be terrible for some, but I am not built that way.”—Houston Post. NAMES BEST DOCTOR MR. BAYSSON PUBLISHES RESULTS OF VALUABLE EXPERIENCE. A Former Pronounced Dyspeptic He Now Rejoices in Perfect Freedom from ' Miseries of Indigestion. Thousands of safferers know that the reason why they are irritable and de- pressed and nervous and sleepless is be- cause their food does not digest, but how to get rid of the difficulty is the puzzling question. Good digestion calls for strong diges- tive organs, and strength comes from a supply of good rich blood. For this reason Mr. Baysson took Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for the cure of indigestion. «They have beemimy-best doctor,’” he says. ‘I was suffering from dyspepsia. The pains in my stomach after meals wero almost unbearable. My sleep was very irregular and my complexion was sallow. As the result of using eight boxes of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills, about the merits of which I learned from friends in France, I have escaped all these troubles, and am able again to take pleasure in eating.” A very simple story, but if it had not been for Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills it might have been a tragic one. When dis- comfort begins with eating, fills up the intervals between meais with pain, and prevents sleep at night, there certainly cannot be much pleasure in living. A final general breaking down must be merely a question of time. Mr. Joseph Baysson is a native of Aix-les-Bains, France, but now resides at No. 2489 Larkin street, San Francisco, Cal. He is one of a great number who can testify to the remarkable efficacy of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills in the treatment of obstinate disorders of the stomach. If you would get rid of nausea, pain or burning in the stomach, vertigo, ner- ‘yousness, insomnia, or any of the other miséries of a dyspeptic, get rid of the weaknoss of the digestive organs by the use of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. They are sold by druggists everywhere. Proper diet is, of course, a great aid in forwarding recovery once begun, and a little book, ‘What to Eat and How to Eat,’’ may be obtained by any one who makes a request for it by writing to the Dr. Williams Medical Co., Schenectady, N.Y. Adee igre te boas pidlacpin an important c! on the simplest aacans for the cure of constipation, Duty and pleasure are no more closely related than a wheelbarrow and an automobile. Sa EC x CHAPTER. XV. Bashfort’s Daring Descent of the Cliff, The wild shouts of Bashfort did not receive any reply, but as he su rushed to the door of that room in which Mar- tha was ,their roar filled the great and hollow building, and was heard by the startled Osreds. “Martha! Martha!” shouted Bash- fort, beating at the door furiously, “are you there?—dead or alive, are you there?” But no reply was made, and the Os- reds soon came running to the spot, partially clad, as they had sprung from their beds, and with their drawn weap- ons in their hands. “Ha, Bashfort!” cried Lord Genlis, as he rushed into the long corridoro, “have you another fit? What is the matter?” “The matter, my lord,” replied Bashfort, almost breathless, “is that I fear that the young lady has escaped during—” “Ha, escaped!” cried Lord Genlis and his son with one voice; and in- stantly they both began to beat and batter against the door with their swordhilts and their heels, and to shout, “Martha! devil! woman! Open the door!” But only silence in that room, and the echo of their shouting throughout the house replied to their voices. ‘The hole I cut through the room above, my lord!” said Bashfort, sud- denly remembering it. “I can enter the room by that, and open the door by taking off the lock, if 1 do not find the key.” “Away with you; then!” replied Lord Genlis, fiercely. And Bashfort darted away. The sorcerer, hidden in some cun- ning recess, heard all this uproar, and knowing its cause, enjoyed it amaz- ingly. He, too, had been taking a good long nap, after his many exer- tions and explorations, and the shout- ing of Bashfort had aroused him. “A very nice trick, indeed!’ ’thought the sorcerer, as he listened in his con- cealment. “A very prettily-devised trick has my former pupil played upon these beef-witted fools. It shall be played out to the end, and after that I shall play a very nice trick, indeed, upon Chevalier Clarence Darrell!” Bashfort was soon at the opening; he haited there onl to cast one sweep- ing glance into the interior of Helen’s late prison. That glance told him that Helen was not there. Indeed, he had had no hope of seeing here there, for his be- lief was already firm tnat she had es- caped thence and fallen over the cliff. The same sweeping glance showed him the prostrate and motionless form of Martha, clearly visible in the day- light that streamed in through the grated window, and from a dimly burn- ing lamp, flickering into its few re- maining drops of oil. Down into the room dropped Bash- fort, with the agility of an ape, and his first act was to bound to Martha’s side. The muscles of her jaw had relaxed; the key, however still remained cross- wise in her mouth. Bashfort lost no time in attempting to resuscitate the unconscious woman, though he gave her a rough sbake, to which she replied only with a groan. He snatched the key from her mouth, and instantly unlocked and opened the door. “Gone, my lord! She's gone!” he exclaimed, as he threw open the door. “Gone! Where? How?” “She must have escaped by climbing up that grated window and through that hole, my lord. I can imagine no other way; and yet it seems scarcely possible that she could have done that without help.” “Help? Who was near to help her?” roared Lord Genlis, in a whirlwind of rage and vexation. Is Martha dead? Did Helen Beauclair kill the woman?” Here Martha sat up and stared won- deringly at those about her. She made an effort to rise, and did rise to her feet after some aid from Bashfort. “The young lady! Where is she?” demanded Lord Genlis, shaking the poor woman in her fierce grasp. “Aye! where is Miss Helen Beau- clair?” cried Capt. Osred, also shaking her. “Speak, stupid!” roared Bashfort, giving her a thrust with his fist. “How did it chance? How did it all happen? Why did you lie there as if dead, with the key in your jaws?” “Don't tear me to bits!” screamed Martha, fully aroused to her senses by this furious hauling and pushing and thrusting. “She got up in the night, delirious, to steal the key. I put it in my bosom just after I heard some pis- tol firing.” “That was your husband! He had a fit. Go on!” roared Lord Genlis, stamping with rage and impatience. “Well, well—that’s all I know, ex- cept that, as I was about to. help her into bed again, I put the key in my mouth, and—I think I must then have been seized with a fit of some kind, too, gentlemen. My joints ard sinews, except my jaws, became as limp and The Sorcerer of St. By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. Giles | useless as rags, and my teeth snap- ped down upon the key, and I could not move hand, nor foot, nor jaw; though I know that I could think, and try to scream, for some time, and couldn't. That’s all I know.” “Listen, my lord,” said Bashfort, pointing atthe stripped bed, on which neither sheets, blankets nor any other covering remained. “It is plain that the young lady is not here—that she is not in this room; that when she es- caped, she took the pillows and all the bed covering with her. Therefore she must still have been delirious—for what sane person woutd have cum- bered herself with such a load? Hear me, my lord!” And then he told of his own move- ments and discoveries since he awoke. The Osreds scarcely tarried iong enough to comprehend his meaning; and then all three hurried out, leaving Martha overwhelmed with dismay and wonder. Clarence had taken the precaution to empty and break that bottle from which Martha had drunk the drugged wine, or she would have doubtiess have drunk from it again, as she was now devoured by a raging thirst, to assuage’ which she left the room in search of drink, muttering: “Tf the young lady is drowned it is not my fault, and I think she is more happy in being dead than in being alive here. I believe I would have helped her to escape in the end, to vex these three, who beat, and stab, and knock me about at every turn.” Meanwhile the three had hurried to the verge of the cliff, and lying upon their breasts, thrust their heads be- yond the edge of the sheer descent, gazing downward. About a hundred feet below they saw the white lace handkerchief flut- tering on the narrow and not very long ledge, but were unable to make out what it was. “Wait!” said Bashfort. “There are plenty of ropes in our stores, and I can descend to that ledge and see what that is. If it is anything that belonged to the young lady, we may then be certain that she fell over the cliff, and that her body, striking the ledge, lost some of its clothing there, and then bounded off into the sea below.” \ “True; and in that case you will cer- tainly find blood stains,” remarked Lord Genlis, with a shudder, “and then we shall know that she is dead, and how she died.” Bashbfort hurried away, and during, his brief absence the Osreds exchang- ed not a word, but many gloomy glances. Their henchman soon returned with a coil of rope upon his shoulders. Making one end of this rope fast aoa rock on the platform of the cliff, Bash- fort began his perilous and perpendicu- Jar descent, tided by the rope, the other end of which he had noosed across hig chest and under his arm- pits. As he descended, using his hands and feet as he could, while the Osreds paid out the rope, he dislodged those fragments of rock which startled Clar- ence in the mouth of the cave just un- der that ledge toward which Bashfort was descending. Clarence withdrew a little into the rear of the cave, alarmed, and lis- tened, rightly conjecturing, from the continuous and irregular showers of slowly and cautiously coming down the face of the cliff. A shout from Bashfort to. the Osreds in these words: “Slack off, my lord! slack o! Pay out faster!” told Clarence the truth. “Ha!” he thought! Baghfort is com- ing down by a rope held by the oth- ers. Will he be satisfied with merely getting the handkerchief? I did not imagine they would make any attempt to recover that. Suppose the fellow ventures still further down!” So thinking, Clarence withdrew still further into the cave—even into the beginning of the passage—so far that, even were Bashfort to be lowered be- fore the mouth of the cave, Clarence would be invisible to him because of the deep and dark shadows. “It is her handkerchief, my lord!” @larence heard Bashfort bellow, as the man reached a footing on the upper ledge and. grasped the handkerchief. “Are there any blood stains on the rocks there?” shouted back Lord Gen- lis. 3 And though Clarence, from where he crouched, could not distinctly hear these words, he understood the ques- tion from Bashfort’s shouted reply: “No, my lord, there are no blood stains! Shall I go farther down? I see something far down, among the rocks near the base of the cliff, that looks white.” Bashfort, at this moment, was sway- ing over the ledge on which he stood, ag far as he dared, clinging with his iron grip to the rope. That which he saw but indistinctly, far below among the rugged rocks, sey- eral feet above the reach of the now placidly heaving waves, was the body of ‘one of the sailors whom he had rolled over the edge of the cliff in their drunken stupor the preceding day. “Aye, go further down, if you can, since you are so far down!” shouted back Lord Genlis. “But more than half the rope id paid out!” “What is left will lower me to where T shall need no more rope to go down,” shouted Bashfort, whose gaze had studied out the very course by which Clarence had made the ascent to the cave amid the mist and gloom of the preceding morning. “Aye, aye!” came the reply from Lord Genlis “Very well! Go down!—for if it is her body that you see we must try to recover it,” commanded Lord Genlis. “Can we not recover it,’ ’asked Capt. Osred, “by sailing or pulling a boat around to the front of the cliff?” “The boat we came in from Barna nearly went to pieces before we were able to make a landing yesterday morning, as you know,” replied Lord Genlis; “so we cannot venture in that at present. I mean that Bashfort shall repair that boat to-day, or go and bire one at Kilronain. Let us see, first, if her body is below, and if it is, Bash- fort will contrive a means to get it up here—or bury it where ft is, for that matter,” he added, gloomily. “I wish we had never consulted Zeno Sosia in the affair,” said Capt. Osred, even more gloomily. “I wish, instead, we had boldly abducted the girl and forced marriage upon her in London, as we first thought of doing.” “What use to wish now? The thing is done. We consulted the sorcerer, and so put ourselves in his power, and after that we had to accede to his plans. Are you ready there below, Bashfort?” “Ready and waiting, my lord! Pay out slowly and cautiously for a time,” shouted back Bashfort. I see there is another ledge a few feet below, and when I reach that I judge I can de- scend without the rope. Slack off! Hold hard, my lord, for you shall have my weight for a time.” Bashfort now faced the cliff, lying across the ledge upon his breast, and permitting his feet to dangle below, after a vain attempt to find footing. Clarence beheld with a shudder of alarm the feet, then the knees, then the body and then the shoulders and head of the daring ruffian appear be- fore the mouth of the cave. The noose was taut under Bashfort’s armpits, though he grasped the repe above his head with both hands to lessen the grip of the bite; and for a minute he swung in the air thus; but he soon obtained a hold with his heels upon the lower lip of the cave, which jutted a little farther outward than the upper, which formed the ledge he had just quitted—and in another minute he stood erect in the mouth of the cave, which was scarcely more lofty than vo, permit him to stand erect ihere, “Slack off!” he shouted, and as those above paid out the rope he loosened the noose and released himself from it. He then drew in the rope as the others lowered it, and placed a stone in the noose, so that it should not swing out beyond easy reach when he should again need it. “My lord!” he shouted, and though much of the sound of ‘his voice was lost within the cave, and went boom ing into the narrow passage which he had not yet suspected to exist, he was heard from above. “Aye, aye!” came the response from Lord Genlis. “No more need for the rope at pres- ent,” roared back Bashfort. “Make fast the slack to the rock as I did. I can go on down without a rope, and re- turn the same way.” “aye! Aye!” came the reply from above, and Bashfort was just about to renew his descent, without pausing or thinking of examining the cave, when he heard these words, and recognized the voice of the speaker: “Clarence! dear Clarence! Oh, where are you, dear Clarence? I can- not see my way. Help, dear Clar- ence!” (To Be Continued.) Antiquity of Cheating. False weights were found in the ru- ins of the oldest city that has yet been exhumed. And false weights will probably be consumed when the earth drops into the sun and the heavens are rolled together like a scroll. Ancient records and ancient statute books are full of evidence that every new prac tical device, from capitalistic and labor monopolies, secret rebates and major- ity owners down to adulterations and crooked scales—was familiar to our ancestors of the plateau of Iran be- fore the migrations. Vice is the old inhabitant; virtue is the newcomer, the immigrant, received with reluc- tance and compelled to fight for every inch of ground he gains.—David Gra- ham Phillips, in Reader Magazine. A Mack Twain Story. It is related that when Gen. Horace Porter on¢e went.down to the dock to bid Mark Twain farewell on the occa- sion of one of the humorist’s trips abroad, the general warmly shook his friend by: the hand and exclaimed with some fervor: ‘ God be with you, Clemens; God be with you always.” Whereupon Mark, in his inimitable drawl, replied: «Thanks, thanks. I hope he will. Incidentally, I hope, too, that he may find some leisure—to—er—take care of—you!”—Harper’s Weekly. Button 'Em High in New York. A sign over the stairway of a down- town factory building reads: “Girl wanted to sew buttons on the sixth floor.” Somebody suggested that the build- ing inspector, in view of recent col- lapses, had ordered suspenders for floors that were likely to come down. —New York Sun. It is better tp believe than to sus- MYSTERY OF MONEY SUBJECT ABOUT WHICH LITTLE IS REALLY KNOWN. Proper Methods of Acquiring It, or Its Wisest Use, Are Matters Upon Which the Wisest Differ—Has No Power to Confer Happiness. For centuries the economists have been disputing about the definition and offices of money, says the Wall Street Journal. There are almost as many different theories of money as there are schools in theology. There seems to be an immense difficulty in comprehending just what money is, what it does in facilitating the ex- changes of the world and what is its influence upon prices. Here is the most practical and substantial thing in the world, an article which is in uni- versal use, and which is most eagerly sought after by people of every clime and race, and yet how little we know about it! Even now no one can tell exactly how much currency a country needs to carry on its business and how large should be the reserves of gold against the bank reserves. _ Even bankers, whose business all the time is to deal in money, as others deal in merchandise, are liable to become hopelessly confused in a discussion regarding the principles which under- lie its use. Strange to say, the confusion which attends an economic study of money, also attends any discussion of the ethics of money. All the philosophy in the world has not answered the question of how much money it is wise for a man to possess. How wide- ly men differ—even our scholars and moral instructors—as to the proper methods of acquiring wealth. We even dispute as to the wisest use of money. We are not agreed as to the distribution of money in charity. It would seem as if the commonest, the most universal tool of man, was the one thing that plagued him the most. But this is not all. Useful, indis- pensable as money is, there is noth- ing which is more constantly put to an eyil use, or which is -more likely to destroy the man who uses it. There is something about money which de- files nearly all who touch it. There are, indeed, some rare souls that are immune to its corrupting influence, but the great body of mankind are susceptible to its corroding power. Both lack and superfluity, both poverty and riches, seem to destroy the finer fibers of the soul. The individual who has the most chance of throwing off money’s baneful influence is he who stands midway between superfluity and poverty. . Money is a microbe that poisons the blood and perverts the mind and heart of a man. No one is happy without it, and yet no one is really happy who possesses much of it. The more one gets the more he wants. Money getting becomes a passion. It fastens itself upon one like a habit. Even the opium eater is not more in control of a demon than one who has got the “itch for money.” He becomes a slave to the very thing which is intended to be his tool. The disease affects different people differently. Some it makes sordid, penurious, mean. Others it leads to lavish dis- play and extravagance. Some use it for mere luxury. Others enjoy it for its power. Nearly all, in one way or another, are changed and often pollut- ed by the possessions of wealth. California. I dreamed a dream of beauty, Of dewy orange bloom, Of waving plumes of palms and gusts Of subtle, sweet perfume; Of lilies and rare roses That glistened bright between Rich banks of brilliant tropic blooms That I had never seen. I dreamed about the ocean And mountains close beside, Their purple mantles bordered by The silver of the tide. I dreamed of holy brethren, Of gentle word and deed, Who journeyed over half the world To sow the Lord’s good seed. To toil till church and cloister Arose for Christ’s dear sake, Though o’er the thresholds, in my dream, I saw gold popies break. And lo, as I was dreaming. I journeyed bagels 8 through Three days and nights—then I awoke And found my dreams come true! —Evaleen Stein, in Sunset Magazine. Carnegie’s Old Home Torn Down. Another landmark of Pittsburg, one of the first houses in the city that Andrew Carnegie loved to call his home: before.the millions that have made him famous were his own, has passed away before the devastating ax of the progressive house destroyer. It is the old two story frame dwell- ing at the corner of Penn and Lang avenues, diréctly opposite the No. 16 fire engine house, in the heart of one of the most densely inhabited mil- lionaire sections of the East End. The work of demolishing the old house was begun last Tuesday. By Friday only the cellar remained, and even this will soon be torn away, as will the little knoll on which the old timbers rested.—Pittsburg Dispatch. Brevity the Soul of Wit. The anonymous writer who con- tributes to the Sunday Magazine, “Ar- rows Shot in the Air,” tells us: “Emerson wrote a chapter and then tried to reduce it to a page. He wrestled with the page until he gath- ered its force into a paragraph. Then he did battle with the paragraph until its pith stood revealed in a sentence. This was told me by his friend, Jus- tin Winsor, the accomplished librari- an of Harvard university, who added that it explained the epigrammatic quality of Emerson’s essays, and the abruptness as well as the thought- packed nature of his style.”—Liver- pool (Mnug.) Mercury. THREE YEARS AFTER. Eugene E. Lario, of 751 Twentieth avenue, ticket seller in the Union Sta- tion, Denver, Col., says: “You are at liberty to repeat what [ 3 first stated through our Denver papers about Doan’s Kidney Pills in the summer of 1899, for I have had no reason in the intérim to. change my opinion of the remedy. I was subject to severe at- tacks of backache, al- ways aggravated if I sat long at a desk. Doan’s Kidney Pills absolutely stopped my backache. I have never had a pain or a twinge since.” Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y¥. For sale by all druggists. Price 60 cents per box. As to Farmers. The late Senator Quay, among his other varied pursuits, was somewhat of an agriculturist. One day there was a discussion among several of his col- leagues regarding the definition of a gentleman farmer. Some contended that a farmer was a farmer, and the matter of his wealth could make no difference in the name. Presently one of the speakers appealed to Quay, and asked him if he would define the dif- ference between an ordinary farmer and a gentleman farmer. The sena- tor thought for a minute, and then said: ‘“There’s this difference be tween the two: One eats what he can- not sell, and the other sells what he cannot eat.”—Harper’s Weekly. Here is Relief for Women. Mother Gray, a nurse in New York, discovered a pleasant herb remedy for women’s ills, called AUSTRALIAN- LEAF. Cures female weaknesses, Back- ache, Kidney, Bladder and Urinary troubles. At all Druggists or by mail 50c. Sample mailed FREE. Address, The Mother Gray Co., LeRoy, N. Y. Mixed Her Wagners. It was after a Monday evening opera when the subscribers hear little Wagner. The usher swears it is true. “Wasn't it beautiful?” the pale blue opera cloak trimmed with sable mur- mured as they came down the steps. “Splendid,” answered the pale pink cloak trimmed with mink. “And how astonishing that a person who wrote ‘The Simple Life’ could compose such a lovely opera. Both are awfully good. But so different.’"—New York Sun. A Lovely Errand. He was a cherubic youth of four, with a beautiful, blue-eyed counte- nance and an angelic smile—the kind of boy that honest persons long in- stinctively to kidnap. He sat on the fence, swinging his heels and hum- ming a kindergarten song. “Oh, you darling!” cried an impul sive young woman, pouncing on him and giving him a hug. “Has your mother any more like you? Havre yo any little brothers?” “Yop,” replied the angelic boy, “got three. Me and Jack and Billy and Frank.” “Which one do you like best?” “Jack, I guess,” replied the young: ster, after a moment of deep thought. “Yop, I like Jack best.” And why,” asked the young woman, “do you like Jack best?” “?’Cause he did such a lovely errand for me once.” “What was that lovely errand?” “He bit Billy on the leg,” replied the sweetly serious cherub. “Why,” pursued the young woman, “didn’t you do your own biting?” “’Cause I hate the taste of Billy’s legs,” was the calm reply.—Carrol Watson Rankin, in Lippincott’s. FEED YOUNG GIRLS. Must Have Right Food While Grow- ing. Great care should be taken at the critical period when the young girl is just merging into womanhood that the diet shall coatain all that is up- building and nothing harmful. At that age the structure is being formed, and if formed of a healthy, sturdy character, health and happi- ness will follow; on the other: hand unhealthy cells may be built in and a sick condition slowly supervene which, if not checked, may ripen into a chronic disease and cause life-long suffering. A young lady says: “Coffee began to have such an effect on my stomach a few years ago, that I was compelled to quit using it. It brought on headaches, pains in my muscles and nervousness. “I tried to use tea in its stead, but found its effects even worse than those I suffered from coffee. Then for a long time I drank milk alone at my meals, but it never helped me physically, and at last it palled on me. A friend came to the rescue with the suggestion that I try Postum Coffee. “I did so, only to find at first that I didn’t fancy it. But I had heard of so many persons who had been benefit- ed by its use that I persevered, and when I had it brewed right found it grateful in flavor and soothing and strengthening to my stomach. I can find no words to express my feeliag of what I owe to Postum Food Coffee! “In every respect it has worked a wonderful improvemeni—the head- aches, nervousness, the pains in my side and back, all the distressing symptoms yielded to the magic power of Postum. My brain seemed also to share in the betterment of my physi- cal condition; it seems keener, more alert and brighter. I am, in short, in better health now than I ever was before, and I am sure I owe it to the use of your Postum Food Coffee.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. There's a reason. * '