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A thrilling mystery story about a
man who lost his courage and the
girl who helped him to find it again
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F Â GIRL discovered on the day of her wedding that
the young man about to become her husband was a rake
and that he had despoiled one girl and broken her heart,
would she be wise if she refused to marry him, no matter
how deep her love?
The Trend of the Story.
Mr. K. LeMoyne becomes a roomer at the Page home, where Sid
ney, her mother, Anna, and her old maid aunt, Harriet, a dressmaker,
preside. Through the influence of Dr. Max Wilson, a successful young
surgeon, Sidney becomes a probationary nurse at the hospital. Aunt
Harriet opens a fashionable shop downtown and prospers. Christine
Lorenz and Palmer Howe are about to be married, and they are going
to take rooms at the Pages'. Sidney Is loved by K., by Joe Drummond, a
beau attentive from high school days, and by Doctor Max, who fasci
nates her. At the hospital she begins to see the underside of the
world. She meets Carlotta Harrison, who is very "thick" with Doctor
Max. K. LeMoyne is a mystery. He works at the gas office as a clerk,
but his past is hidden, and Doctor Max knows something about him
which he keeps secret. Sidney goes to Christine's home to prepare for
the wedding and finds the bride-to-be in a queer mood.
CHAPTER X—Continued.
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* She got up quickly, and, trailing her
long satin train across the floor, bolted
the door. Then from inside her cor
sage she brought out and held to Sid
ney a letter. "Special delivery. Read
it'
It was very short; Sidney read it
at a glance:
Ask your future husband If he knows a
girl at 213 -avenue.
'• Three months before, the Avenue
would have meant nothing to Sidney.
Now she knew. Christine, more so
phisticated, had always known.
"You see," she said. "That's what
I'm up against."
Quite suddenly Sidney knew who
the girl at 213
paper she held In her hand was hospi
tal paper with the heading torn off.
She whole sordid story lay before her :
Grace Irving, with her thin face and
cropped hair, and the newspaper on
the floor of the ward beside her !
She picked up her veil and set the
coronet on her head. Sidney stood
with the letter in her hands. One of
K.'s answers to her hot question had
been this: "There is no sense in look
ing back unless it helps us to look
ahead. What your little girl of the
ward has been Is not so Important as
what she is going to be.
"Even granting this to be true," she
said to Christine slowly—"and it may
only be malicious, after all, Chris
tine—it's surely over and done with.
It's not Palmer's past that concerns
you now—it's his future with you, Isn't
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Christine had finally adjusted her
veil. She rose and put her hands on
Sidney's shoulders.
The simple truth is," she said qui
etly, "that . I might hold Palmer if I
cared—terribly. I don't. And I'm
afraid he knows it. It's my pride that's
hurt, nothing else.
And thus did Christine Lorenz go
down to her wedding.
Sidney stood for a moment, her eyes
on the letter she held. Already, in
her new philosophy, she had learned
maify strange things. One of them
was this—that women like Grace Ir
ving did not betray their lovers; that
the code of the underworld was "death
to the squealer;" that one played the
game, and won or lost, ,and if he lost,
took his medicine. If not Grace, then
Who? Somebody else in the hospital
who knew her story, of course. But
who? And again—why?
Before going downstairs, Sidney
placed the letter in a saucer and sét
fire to it with a match. Some of the
Tadinnce had died out of her eyes.
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church between Harriet and Anna, the
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Afterward he could not remember the
wedding party at ail. The service for
Bim was Sidney, rather awed and very
serious, beside the altar. It was Sid
ney who came down the aisle to the
triumphant strains of the wedding
march, Sidney with Max beside her!
On his right sat Harriet, having
reached the first pinnacle of her new
career. The wedding gowns were suc
cessful. They were more than that—
they were triumphant Sitting there,
she cast comprehensive eyes over the
çhurch, filled with potential brides.
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But to Anna, watching the
with blurred eyes and ineffectual
bluish lips, was coming her hour. Sit
ting back in the pew, with her hands
folded over her prayerbook, she said
a little prayer for her straight young
daughter, facing out from the altar
with clear, unafraid eyes.
As Sidney and Max drew near the
door, Joe Drummond, who had been
standing at the back of the church,
turned quickly and went out.
stumbled, rather, as If he could not
see.
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CHAPTER XI.
The supper at the White Springs ho
tel had not been the last supper Car
lotta Harrison and Max Wilson had
taken together. Carlotta had selected
for her vacation a small town within
easy motoring distance of the city,
and two or three times during her two
weeks off duty Wilson had gone out to
see her. He liked being with her. She
stimulated him. For once that he could
see Sidney, he saw Carlotta twice.
She had kept the affair well in hand.
She was playing for high stakes. She
knew quite well the kind of man with
whom she was dealing—that he would
pay as little as possible,
knew, too, that, let him want a thing
enough, he would pay any price for it,
even marriage.
She was very skillful. The
But she
very ar
dor in her face was in her favor. Be
hind her eyes lurked cold calculation.
She would put the thing through, and
show those puling nfirses, with their
pious eyes and evening prayers, a
thing or two.
During that entire vacation he
saw her in anything more elaborate
than the simplest of white dresses
modestly open at the throat, sleeves
rolled up to show her satiny
There were no other boarders at the
little farmhouse,
in the summer evenings in the square
yard filled with apple trees that bor
dered the highway, carefully posed
over a book, but with her keen eyes
always on the road. She read Brown
ing, Emerson, Swinburne,
found her with a book that she has
tily concealed. He insisted on seeing
it, and secured IL It was a book on
brain surgery. Confronted with it, she
blushed and dropped her eyes. His de
lighted vanity found in it the most in
sidious of compliments, as she had in
tended.
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arms.
She sat for hours
Once he
"I feel such an Idiot when I am with
you;'' she said. "I wanted to know a
little more about the things you do.
That put their relationship on a new
and advanced basis. Thereafter he
occasionally talked surgery instead of
sentiment. He found her responsive,
intelligent. His work, a sealed book
to his women before, lay open to her.
Now and then their professional dis
cussions ended In something different
The two lines of their Interest con
verged.
|Gad!" he said one day. "I look
forward to these evenings. I can talk
shop with you without either shocking
or nauseating you. You are the most
1 intelligent woman I know—and one of
the prettiest.
The one element Carlotta had left
out of her calculations was herself.
She had known the man, had taken the
situation at its proper value. But into
her calculating ambition had come
new and destroying element She who,
like K. in his little room on the Street,
had put aside love and the things
thereof, found that it would not put
her aside. By the end of her short va
cation Carlotta Harrison was wildly in
love witb the younger Wilson.
They continued to meet not
often as before, but once a week, per
haps. The meetings were full of dan
ger now; and if for the girl they lost
by this quality, they gained attraction
for the man. She was shrewd enough
to realize her own situation. The thing
had gone wrong. . She cared, and he
did not. It was his
hers. (
All women are Intuitive ; women in
love are dangerously so. As well as
she knew that his passion for her was
not the real thing, so also she realized
that there was growing up in his heart
something akin to the real thing for
Sidney 1 Page. Suspicion became cer
tainty after a talk they had over the
supper table at a country roadhouse
the day after Christine's wedding,
"How was the wedding—tiresome?"
"Thrilling 1
thing thrilling to me in a man tying
himself up for life to one woman.
It's—ft's so reckless."
Her eyes narrowed. "That's not ex
actly the Law and the Prophets, is It?"
"It's the truth. To think of select
ing out of all the world one woman,
and electing to spend the rest, of ore's
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His eyes looked past Carlotta into
distance. >
Sidney Page was one of the brides
maids," he said Irrelevantly. "She was
lovelier than the bride."
Pretty, but stupid," said Carlotta.
I like her. I've really tried to teach
her things, but—you know—" . She
shrugged her shoulders.
Doctor Max was learning wisdom.
If there was a twinkle In his eye, he
veiled it discreetly. But, once again
In the machine, he bent over and put
his cheek against hers.
"You little cat I You're jealous," he
said exultantly.
Nevertheless, although he might
smile, the Image of Sidney lay very
close to his heart those autumn days.
And Carlotta knew it.

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Sidney came off night duty the mid
dle of November. The night duty had
been a time of comparative peace to
Carlotta. There were no evenings
when Doctor Max could bring Sidney
back to the hospital in his car.
Sidney's half-days at home were oc
casions for agonies of jealousy on Car
lotta's part. On such an occasion, a
month after the wedding, she could not
contain herself. She pleaded her old
excuse of headache, and took the trol
ley to a point near the end of the
Street. After twilight fell, she slowly
walked the length of the Street. Chris
tine and Palmer had not returned
IJrom their wedding journey. The No
vember evening was not cold. Sidney
was not in sight, or Wilson. But
standing on the wooden doorstep of
the house was Le Moyne. The ailan
thus trees were bare at that time,
throwing gaunt arms upward to the
November sky. The street lamp,
which In the summer left the doorstep
in the shadow, now shone through the
branches and threw into strong relief
Le Moyne's tall figure and set face.
Carlotta saw him too late to retreat.
But he did not see her. She went on,
startled, her busy brain scheming
anew. Another element had entered
into her plotting. It was the first time
she had known that K. lived in the
Page house. It gave her a sense of
uncertainty and deadly fear.
She made her first friendly over
ture of many days to Sidney the fol
lowing day. They met in the locker
room in the basement where the street
clothing for the ward patients was
kept Here, rolled in bundles and
ticketed, side by side lay the hetero
geneous garments in which the pa
tients had met accident or illness.
Rags and tidiness, filth and cleanli
ness, lay almost touching.
Far away on the other side of the
whitewashed basement, men were un
loading gleaming cans of milk. Floods
of sunlight came down the cellarway,
touching their white coats and turn
ing the cans to silver. Everywhere
was the religion of the hospital, which
Is order.
Sidney, harking back from recent
slights to the staircase conversations
of her night duty, smiled at Carlotta
cheerfully.
A miracle is happening," she said.
Grace Irving is going out today.
When one remembers how ill she was
and how we thought she could not live,
it's rather a triumph, Isn't it?"
"Are those her clothes?
Sidney examined with some dismay
the elaborate negligee garments in her
band.
"She can't go out In those; I shall
have to lend her something." A little
of the light died out of her face. "She's
had a hard fight, and she has won,"
she said, "But when I think of what
she's probably going back to—
Carlotta shrugged her shoulders.
It's all in the day's work," she ob
served indifferently. "You can take
them up Into the kitchen and give
them steady work paring potatoes, or
put them in the laundry ironing. In
the end it's the same thing. They all
go back.
She turned, on her way out of the
locker room, and shot a quick glance
at Sidney.
I happened to be on your street the
other night," she said. "You live
across the street from Wilsons', don't
you?
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Yes.
*1 thought so ; I had heard you speak
of the house. Your—your brother was
standing on the steps.
Sidney laughed.
"I have no brother. That's a room
er, a Mr. Le Moyne. It isn't really
right to call him a roomer; he's one
of the family now.
Le Moyne!" ..
He had even taken another name.
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It had hit him hard, for sure. -
K.'s name had struck an always re
sponsive chord in Sidney. The two
girls went toward the elevator to
gether. • With a very little encourage
ment, Sidney talked of K. She was
pleased at Miss Harrison's friendly
tone, glad that things were all right
between them again. At her floor she
put a timid hand on the girl's arm.
"I was afraid Ï had offended you or
displeased you," she said. "I'm so
glad it isn't so.
Carlotta shivered under her hand.
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Things were not going any too well
with K. True, he had received his.
promotion at the office, and with this
present affluence of $22 a week he was
able to do several things. Mrs. Rosen
feld now washed and ironed one day a
week at the little house, so that Katie
might have more time to look after
Anna. He had increased also the
amount of money that he periodically
sent east.
So fur, well enough. The thing that
rankled and filled him with a sense
of failure was Max Wilson's attitude.
It w'8S not unfriendly; it was, indeed,
consistently respectful, almost rever
ential. But he clearly considered Lp
Moyne's position absurd.
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There was no true comradeship be
tween the two men; but there was be
ginning to be constant association, and
lately a certain amount of faction.
They thought differently about almost
everything.
Wilson began to bring all his prob
lem8 to Le Moyne. There were long
consultations In that small uppei
room. Perhaps more than one man ot
woman who did not know of K.'s exist
ence owed his life to him that fall.
Under K.'s direction, Max did mar
vels. Cases began to come in to him
from the surrounding towns. To hit
own daring was added a new and re
markable technique. But Le Moyne
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"Pretty, but Stupid," Said Carlotta.
who had found resignation if not con
tent, was once again in touch with thi
work he loved. There were time»
when, having thrashed a case out to
gether and outlined the next day'r
work for Max, he would walk for hour»
into the night o^M over the hills, fight
ing his battle, ^he longing was ot
him to be in the thick of tilings again
The thought of the gas office and it*
deadly round sickened him.
What more do you think Chris
tine has learned about her new
husband? Did she do wrong to
go through the marriage?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
CHANGE TO BUY AN OCEAN
Tang Hong Poh of Singapore, Offen
to Sell Hia Spiritual Rights
in the Atlantic.
If any person has ambitions to in
vest in the Atlantic ocean, he or sh»
is advised strongly to communlcat»
without loss of time with Tan Hon|
Poh of 57 Hill street, Singapore, ao
cording to a postal card received bj
the Boston chamber of commerce. B
is more than possible that a bargail
awaits the party on the ground firs*
with a bona fide offer, accompanied bj
spot cash.
The postal card, which is addressed
to "The Stock Exchange or the Cham
ber of Commerce, care of Chief Pellet
Officers at Boston, U. S. A.," reads at
follows :
"My rights of the oceans, befc^g firs!
claimant thereto, in respect of plant
Ing islands on Mid North Atlantic an<
on other oceans • to serve as cities ot
otherwise to the world by my patent
or by other manner, have been pro
claimed by heavenly spirits throughout
the world in June, 1916. Conflrmatloi
thereof could be given. Offers are in
vlted.
According to the latest informatloi
none of Boston's financiers had cablet!
for an option on the "big pond,
will continue to be free to all n»
tions, apparently, until Hong Poh't
rights are recognized.
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Both Worn Out.
Walter Whiteman, an employee oi
the Adams Express company in Co
lumbus, Ind., was unloading alcali
consigned- from Columbus to Indian
apolis, when -the calf showed a dispo
sition • to ramble,
around, in and out of town, and White
man had to forsake his other dutiet
and follow after. The chase continue»:
from four o'clock in the afternoon un
til about ten o'clock at night, when l|
was a draw between the calf and
Whiteman. At that hour Whitémar
walked up to the calf and the animal
accompanied /him back to the Penn
sylvania line's station without furthei
protest.
It rambled' all
Deep Philosophy.
Bystapder—I suppose you would Ilk«
to take a ride without worrying about
tires and the like?
Motorist (fixing a puncture)—You
bet I would.
Bystander—Well, here's a car ticket
—ChaparraL
Man's Greatness.
He is a great man who has a greai
plan to his life—the greatest, who hat
the greatest plan and keeps it—
Drummond. , . .. :
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^greater than ever before, on account
of its wo? business.
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Women Will Weal!
With the coming of spring and sum
mer the one-piece frock and the suit
are destined to divide honors with the
separate skirt and nifty blouse. Ad
vance displays of their tried and true
favorites of American women have
been awarded the same keen Interest
as In previous years. What is more
to the point, materials for making sep
arate skirts of all kinds are selling
briskly to those who attend to their
skirt-making early.
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THE SEPARATE SKIRT FOR SPRING.
cotton goods, including cotton crepe,
gabardine, basket weaves and novel
ties, besides cotton and mohair mix
tures. Cretonne is available also in
this class. Then there are the unusual
woolens and silks, and several special
weaves In silk for sports skirts. But
the particularly interesting separate
skirt Just at this time is that one
which file home dressmaker under
takes to make for herself in anticipa
tion of her spring and summer time
needs.
The several cotton fabrics are shown
|n very attractive models, demonstrat
ing the clever management of stripes,
checks, and large crossbars in the ma
terials. These skirts are fitted smooth
ly about the hips, and are mostly made
habit-back. Many of them are plait
ed and nearly all of them are straight
hanging. Pockets at eaeh side are so
hanging. Pockets at eaeh side are so
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universal that one might Infer they are
provided for by laW. :
Leaving out of the reckoning color
combinations evidently intended for
sports wear, nearly all the • cotton
goods show white contrasted . with
quiet tones. There are as many fig
ured. patterns as stripes, and altogeth
er colors are refined and attractive.
It seems that the spring wardrobe is
supposed to be provided with several
separate skirts, and now is a good
time to get them ready.
In the picture a little dress of linen
and batiste presents Its good points
clearly, for the consideration of inter
ested mothers. The skirt, belt and
The Versatile Negligee.
— For general boudoir wear, the slip
over the head idea is as popular in in
door gowns as it is in the peplum
blouses and chemise dresses. It does
away with the bother of button fas
tenings or placket openings. An en
circling girdle sash adjusts the loose
ness of cut to the figure, thus shaping
the gown to the figure.
Black and White éhoes.
A pretty pair of house, shoes seen
recently were yery triçply. cut in
suspenders are made of linen and the
bodice of batiste. There are many
new models for the spring wardrobe
of tiny maids, that are made of col
ored linen combined with white
batiste or organdie or with white
linen. Nearly all of them boast a pair
of practical pockets, cut in many dif
ferent shops, and nearly all of them
have finishing touches in the way of
a little lmndwrought needlework.
Small buttons, set close together, form
an important item in their decoration.
These little buttons are usually cov
ered with the same material as the
dress.
In colors, rose, blue, light green, yel
low, and light brown cover the range
in linens.
Heavy cottons are used
also and gingham shows no sign of
losing favor. Any of the colors men
tioned above may be found combined
with white in narrow stripes. Needle
work appears mostly in cross-stitch
embroidery, in Jong, decorative stitches,
and in easily made set figures composed
of long stitches. Smocking, with col
ored threads, is a feature of the new
styles, and when a little frock is
smocked the collar and cuffs of organ
die are usually finished with a bit of
embroidery done in the same threads
as the smocking. Pockets present in
viting positions for needlework de
signs. Among the cleverest of these
is
are those shaped like small market
baskets. They appeared on a pink
linen dress and wère decorated with
two rows of stitches in black and
white floss.
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In the. dress pictured, a small design
Jn cross stitch appears at. each side
of the belt, which is cut in onp with
the suspenders. It is of rose-colored
linen, and the bodice of white batiste
is prettified with rows of tucks and
fastened with tiny pearl buttons.
white kid with several black ankle
straps drawn together with a single
simple ornament. They were worn
with a house dress of black and white
and with white silk stockings.
The Between-Season.
This between-season time is not
marked by any radical change of fash
ion, so one must look to the smaller
novelties for any variety. New *ads
are continually cropping up in SL!AÏ1
details like coloi^. sags, etc., so 1;
y*.th such things that one is concerned.
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GIRLS! GIRLS! TRY IT,'
BEAUTIFY YOUR HAIR
Make It Thick, Glossy, Wavy, Luxurw
iant and Remove Dandruff—Real
Surprise for You.
Your hair becomes light, wavy, fluf
fy, abundant and appears as soft, lus
trous and beautiful as a young girl's
after a "Danderine hair cleanse." Just
try Oils—moisten a cloth with a little
Danderine and carefully draw It
through your hair, taking one small
strand at a time. This will cleanse
the hair of dust, dirt and excessive oil
and in just a few moments you have
doubled the beauty of your hair.
Besides beautifying the hair at once,
Danderine dissolves every particle of
dandruff; cleanses, purifies and invig
orates the scalp, forever stopping itch
ing and falling heir.
•But what will please you »most will
be after a few weeks' use when you
will actually see new hair—fine and
downy at first—yes—but really new
hair—growing all over the scalp. If
you care for pretty, soft hair and lots
of it, surely get a 25 cent bottle of
Knowlton's Danderine from any store
and just try it. Adv.
Color of It.
He's in a brown study."
"I wonder if it's over a blue funk
or a black thought?
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DEATH LURKS IN A WEAK HEART,
so on first symptoms use "Renovine
and be cured. Delay and pay the awful
penalty.
remedy. Price $1.00 and 50c.—Adv.
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Renovine" Is the heart's
Fixing the Time.
Bill (coming to after a shell has hit
his dugout)—Have I ben long uncon
scious, William?
William—Oh, a goodish bit, Bill.
Bill—What do you call a "goodish,
bit," William?
William—Well, a longish time, Bill.
Bill—Well, what's that white on the
hill? Is it snow or daisies? ^
hill? Is it snow or daisies? ^
SKIN TORTURES
That Itch, Bum and Scale Quickly Re
lieved by Cuticura—Trial Free.
It takes about ten minutes to prove
that a hot bath with Cuticura Soap
followed by gentle applications of
Cuticura Ointment will afford relief
and point to speedy healment of
eczemas, itchlngs and irritations. They
are ideal for all toilet purposes.
Free sample each by mail with Book.
Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept. L,
Boston. Sold everywhere.—Adv.
Tipping Habit Strong.
A hotel proprietor in New York who
sets out to kill off tipping has about as
much chance of success as did old
King Canute when he ordered the deep
blue sea to chase itself away from his
royal brogans. Hear Copeland Town
send's wail. He has announced that
despite signs asking patrons not to tip
hat boys the public persists in shunt-*
ing dimes the brigands' way.
Some even got sore and wrote him
sarcastic letters that they could tip if
they pleased and intimated that it was
none of his business, so there you are.
Even waiters themselves have the
tipping habit. At a recent dinner a
hundred extra waiters were required
and a room was given over where they
could check their hats and coats.
Every one of these waiters gave a
tip, despite the notice that it was not
required. In London there is a hotel'
that has banned tipping successfully,
but Americans want to tip and they'll
do it, b'gosh !
He Wouldn't Pay.
Maj. J. A. Ryan of the Fifth cavalry,
U. S. A., Is responsible for the follow
ing story:
A young couple from the rural dis
trict came to a city minister to be mar
ried. The young fellow found that he
did not have enough money with which
to pay the marriage fee. He promise»!,
however, to pay him in potatoes when
they were ready for digging.
"The minister waited for some time,
but the potatoes were not forthcoming.
One morning, being near the young
man's farm, he called and inquired
the reason. . ,
Well, to tell you the truth, par
son,' said the farmer, 'I'd like to give
you the potatoes, but she ain't worth
it.' "—Illustrated Sunday Magazine.
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SPEED
combined with
good judgment
counts in business
now-a-days.
Grape-Nuts
FOOD
supplies balanced
nourishment for
sturdy muscles
and active brains.
"There's a Reason"
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