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The Legacy of Hate
EMARKABLE achievements of Ivan Br'dsky, SI''-: , . cw 1 cesti; i : s into Fs.chlcL hrrre n: .: :l r". b1 d him to crs-r spi tu~ ! d e ::: ses : rnd to cxA:reK evil spirits from the bodies of their victims. AA A By H. M. EGBERT A d , I NN~g. , tvty W. Ut. CLaymp n ,jn *,p.rr ,;t.t to ~(. curt |l: t rJ.) ti li tE must he many who rtelntelber the senisation c.I .l Iby the news that Int. l\all lrodsky, during the spring of 19108. suc e,ded in curing nearly go out of souih ::, odd insane pa trts in the Stafford county sylam. ie walked through the wards. wikang with the inmates, praying with them. laying on his hands-in htort performillng precisely what the apostles had been told to do, and aclieving that exact result which had been promised to those who had faith. I believe that, without exception, all those whom he failed to cure were suf faring from actual brain lesions, or frotn some constitutlor al breakdown. such as senile decay. Those whom he cared were, as he expllained to me, in the main persons who had let the strings of their personalities become tangled. By hypnotic treatment Itrod sky picked up the raveled threads of caDcilousnePs and restored the suf feers to their normal conditions of ond. I hate said in the main, for there were one or two ucses of a different sder. It had always been Ilrodsky's thory that a certain percentage of Ia eases of mental derangement was age to the actual usurpation of the body by discaruate spirits. These. he £plained, attempting to come into Physlal relations with the external world without the happening of birth r the slow discipline of childhood. adld not achieve normal relations, and their confusion of apprehension maited in the Incarceration in an asy iam of tihe bodies which they had ap popriated. One such case was that of Rita Dur ham. A girl of excellent birth, her lamily rich and restp,cted,she had been .gaged to be married when her sad malady declared itself. It was of the awure 0o a general paralysis, exhibit lag the characteristic lack of muscle wordination, and from time to time atlacks of homicidal mania ensued. On this account her relatives had been compelled to have her confined in he asylum. The homicidal mania was qagally :uicidal; she had attempted b do hertself severe injury on several occasions, on one of these cutting Ieply into her left wrist, which bore lie red scissors scars. Dr. tlrodly's sympathy and inter cat were aroused; he secured permis dnas no her lover, who was a blood uagnec:ion, to remove her to his pri lat sanitarium, in which he treated dollar cases. The lover. Ralph Riche I, was a young American of French atMraction. He was a native of Louis hs, a man of much intelligence and saracter, but of a settled melancholy. Brodsky and I were much drawn to ward him, and at the doctor's sugges tiM he took up his residence with us to watch the progress of the cure. I think it was on the third evening that we thre, hed out the matter. We had discovered that Richepin, whose lateiligence was too great for a dog Stic skepticism to find vantage Pead within his mind, was a student - -lychics and had virtually arrived W that stage of belief tempered by kbt which most of us come to "I have tod yout" said Dr. Brodsky, %at I bhe'leve Miss Durham's insanity - due to spiritual possession. General -tralysis at the age of 2o is practi -ally an impossibility. But in order "- effect a cure it is essential that th hould tell me the history of that de.ml'y tragedy in which you were both .Ioirinent actors." The yOatic man stared. "How do -u knoa ?" he cried. Brod'k tni'ed. Somie things are v t." he answered. Inme dlate'y the young man broke out tim 5etuous!y with his ta!e Rita Dijrha.m he said, had been en Sp* tao years years Iefore, to be garried to his only brother. Jean. Tey had teen second cou-ins. and New Food Theory A well-known physician said: "Most lcr!e eat too many di Tlr nt ar tic nd nearly every oIt e; Cs en Urely too much. If you could tat less quantity masticate mnore thli ough I. and avoid such a grnat variety. -ofl1 irg the meal to say two or three articles, the digestion would be lied on to a far greater advantage. IIs ot right to eat a combination of ttatolI. It 'I be nl One of t'oni.tnietn.( e. .ltan was th,, 'h d r; by custom. dating back tl fore the. ('ode Napole'on, .Iean \'ould inheril the bulk of the estates. At the time of the engagement Philip was a boy at college. lie returned to find the girl whom he dimly remenm here-d grow. n into a woman of retnark able IIt1 lligtence and beauty. They met. lov(.ed at first sight: and, after a desperate attempt to keep faith with his brother. Philip avowed his love and learned that it was returned. On the day before that set for the wed ding they went away and were secret ly married. "Then she is your wife?" exclaimed Ilrodskv, startled. The young man assented mourn fully. "She is my wile," he replied. "although her relatives are not aware of it. In fact, the tragedy which re sulted, and my wife's insanity, which came on almost immediately after ward, have prevented me from declar ing it. Perhaps this was cowardly perhaps a mere desire to shield her nanme from the taint of scandal. Hu man motives are mixed at best. Well, we were married and came back to gether, intending to go to Jean and beg his forgiveness. We met him in the garden. He came tip to Rita and placed his arm round her. She shrank away-she clung to me Invol untarily, and in that simple gesture she betrayed all. With one cry of despair my brother turned and ran into the house. I followed, ran to his room, and found myself looking into the barrel of a pistol. Before he could fire I wrenched the weapon from his hand, flung it upon the floor, and turned to leave the room. As I closed the door I heard a report. My brother had shot himself through the brain, dying immediately. Yet, even as his eyes closed in death, the darkening pupils transfixed me for one moment with a look of intense malignity. That look I shall never forget! It haunts me, and will do so to my dying day, for my brother died unrecon ciled." "How long after this did the first signs of insanity present themselves?" asked Brodsky. "Fifteen days afterward she was stricken with paralysis all along the left side," said the young man. The same day symptoms of mental aberra tion made themselves manifest. Slow ly the Insanity increased; she thought she was my brother, hated me, and tried to assault me. The paralysis in creased likewise, until all the muscles of the body were involved, except those of the left hand, which she re gards as an exterior organism and has tried to destroy-once with burn ing, once with the scissors. And she thinks she is my brother still," he ended in a pathetic whisper. "You believe that she is posessed of your brother's spirit?" asked Brod sky, bluntly. "I don't know what to believt. In the cold light of reason-no. Te doctors say it is a delusion common to the in sane. But-if it is not my brother, how can he have mentioned things that none except my brother and my self can 'ossibly have known? If It be indeed he, I shall pray for the day when he will pardon me and cease to torture her in revenge." "Was your brother a man who would torture a woman?" asked Brod sky. "My brother was the incarnation of chivalry and honor," the young man answered. "And yet you think that after the uneventtul change called death he would be capable of so changing as to wreak an ignoble revenge upon her?" Philip Richepin was amazed. "But if the character does not change after death-" he began, and hesitated. Brodsky caught up the thought "My dear fellow, character Is not the creation of a moment; the charac ter of each of us is the prodict of millions' of incarnations, beg nning with the unicellular amoeba and end Ing God knows when, where, and how. Some eocene pig may be the ancestor of the gourmand. some dog of the loy al soltier. some lynx of the crafty. Death does not perceptibly modify the character: in fact. It brings it out the more strong'y. the artificial clrcum stances of life being removed." "'till he hates and upbraids me." said the young man. "I have begged him to pardon me, to listen-but he will not hear, he asks to be set free from his dungeon, In which he thinks I have confined him." "ils dungeon?" repeated Brodsky, slowly. "Then he probably does not know that he is dead." "'What?" we both cried. The doctor turned to me. "Please inl agine that I sudden'y pull a pistol fromnt my pocket and blow out my brains." he said. "You fall to the ground; presently you awake from a sort of dream to find yourse'f still in this toon. You see me and hear me say: My toy, I have just killed you.' Perhapj you have somehow, possibly through do irk. acqulred the body of our friend here. Would you think you were dead?" "Then you think my brother is ig various articles of food. "You eat all you rtally require of one or two articles of tood. and then you i.roceed to tickle the appetite with half a dozen other foods, while if your meal had been confined to two or three articles, you would not have eatfn half as much. "The less you eat to maintain health and strength and the vitality norant of whose body he Inhabits?" asked the young man, abstractedly. "Precisely," said Dr. Brodsky. "And without the information you have rou drred n1" I c'luld never has c ared o)'I patient. Now, it I' be indeed .lhan. and wt- can plersuade him that he Is dead. anid (ican inducite hint to lorgive and to depart, all may yet come out ellI. But first we shall require a few more days of purely physical treat ment. "And I may see her?" hbged Philip, revertlng iunlc'ntsciiotsly to the femw inine pronoutn. lie h,!d s'dulliously kept Philip away fromn his patient, partly by reason of the ntaigonism which his presence s' ,lrted to arouse·. partly because Philip, ;.as unable to realize the chatnge in the personality of his wife. Like most of us, he still confused the body with the soul. The inat tlntion and lack of sympa thy of paid attendants at the asylum had actually, in l)r. IBrodsky's opinion, aggravated the conditions which exist ed, and upon removing the girl to his sanitariumn hit had immediately placed her under the care of two intelligent and sympathetlc nurses, who, while guarding her carefully, sought and had begun to win her confidence. She had begun to recognize all of us. But she tried continually to injure the useless hand. IDr. IBrodsky had not addressed her by any name. One morning, however, he entered and grasped the girl's right hand cordially. "Well. Jean, how are you this morn ing?" he said. The effect was electrical. The girl's voice choked with her emotion. Fal teringly she replied: . 1 ,' a `The jYzsfC /d/ ,ya3ped " "You are the first who has called me by name since I have been here. Will you not tell me why I am kept a prisoner so long?" she added, pathet ically. "Where are you, Jean, then?" Brod sky asked. "I'm in prison," she answered. "A very different prison from what you imagine," he muttered. "Why are you in prison?" She passed her right hand wearily across her eyes. "It is so long," she murmured. "I - I cannot remem ber-" "You will remember," answered the doctor, gently. Suddenly the door burst open and Philip appeared upon the threshold. "I must and will see her," he cried. "I can endure it no longer. She is my wife, and I demand my right to speak to her." The spell was broken. The .'ardly uttered words of remembrance died upon the patient's lips. One instant she looked at Philip with implacable hate; the next, with a bound like a panther, in spite of the disabled side, the girl had sprung full at his face. I saw the right hand raised-I saw the g int of steel in it, the broken frag ment of a knife which she had se creted somehow. Then, before the well-aimed blow could fall, an extraor dinary event occurred. The paralyzed left hand leaped up to meet the blow and arrested it The two hands seemed to struggle together: slowly the right hand opened and the left seized the steel and flung it upon the floor. All this happened before either of us could move. A moment afterward itrod: ky had caught Philip by the shoulders and hurried him from the room. I had never seen the doctor so angry. "I resign this case." he cried. "You have dliobeyed my instructions in the most flagrant manner. You have per petuated your wife's insanity. She shall go back instantly to the asy lum." It took us both half an hour to pacify him. The young man, over whelmed with repentance, actually went down on his knees before him. I think my intercession was what saved the day. --Well, then, Ill take the case in hand g-in.," the doctor muttered. "But it will take another week to re store her to her former condition," he cried, angrily. that is essential, the longer the human machinery will wear, the longer you will live, the fewer diseases you will have, and the stronger you will be In every conceivable way. Variety in food is in nearly all cases baneful." Some Compensation. In a New England town there lived two elderly spinsters who had never been separated, even for a short time, until recently, when "Miss Sarah." the elder, decided on a trip west to visit a relative for a stay of six months. It was a difficult week. For several days the girl remained obstinately liute. and when at lfngth she consent (ed to sp -ak, she confined her speech mostly to a;lnosyllabic demands to be "let out." Ilowver, the tact and pa tit-nc' of l:rod:ky ultimately con quered. There came a day when the interrogation could be renewed. It was evident, however, that the shock of Philip's entrance still re mained as a disturbing element in the patient's mind. Some shock was r.eeded to revive the faded memories. Blrodsky supplied this. Of a sudden he pulled a I jitol from his pocket, cocked it, and Ieveled it at my head. .\ choking sound came from the girl's throat. "The pistol!" she gasped. "What do you see?" cried Brodsky, hurrying to her side. Her eyes were closed, her face deadly pale. "My brother-I tried to murder h.bn! "' she cried. "Why?" Brodsky persisted. "Because he robbed me of the thing I loved best upon earth," she an swered, wildly. "Like a thief he stole away ner love from me. I went to her in the garden-I had noticed their in creasing intimacy but suspected noth ing. Now I saw them standing to gether watching me. When I went up she shrank away and clung to him. My brain seemed to be on fire. I ran into my room to find a weapon. He followed me. He was always stronger than I. He snatched the pistol from my hand, flung it upon the floor, and went away contemptuously. Then in my despair and humiliation I placed the barrel to my own head and fired." "And then?" "I must have been unconscious for some time, and yet I am sure the bullet only struck me a glancing blow, for when I came to myself I felt strangely well and at ease. My hatred, too, nad largely disappeared. And I passed out of the room, treading as though on air, and went to look for them to hear their plea for mercy. Then I might have granted it. But they were sitting together, not em bracing-only sad-and they were at tired in black, for somebody had died." "Yes," interposed Brodsky, eagerly. who had died?" "I do not know. They would not an swer nor look at me. There seemed a conspiracy of silence. When I passed tnem toe girl shivered with fear, but s.e either kept her eyes averted or let them look theough me as though she did not see me. It was a plan to pun ish me. For days I seemed to wande" through the house, never resting. e t Ing or sleeping. But none of all those whom I spoke to answered me or ap peared conscious of my presence. "Soon I saw the coffin of the dead person borne to the churchyard. I fol lowed among the mourners. I heard my name spoken. Before the coffin was lowered into the hole I bent for ward and saw that it contai!Ied a wax en rep ica of myself. Then the ghast ly tr~h' became clear to me. They were p -.ttnding that I had died, that I, the real I, who wandered through the i.a .e. was an impostor, perhaps a madman. And even at the grave i.lde n y betrotihed smiled at her lover and i-"ked her arm through his. A de determination flashed into n.y I had discovered since my at: attempt at suicide that I pos sessed the faculty of reading her thoughts, that I could will her silently to do the things I wished. Now I re o ved to project my personality into hers, to possess her mind and soul, leavlng to him the mere empty out ward clay. With oue superhuman concentration of will I seemed to ef fect my purpose. I felt that for an in stant the substance of our souls was mingled. And then-" "And then-" "I found myself in that horrible prison from which you freed ma, only to bring me here. She had gone, where, I do not know. Of all I know he only remains and comes to taunt me. Where is she? If I knew she was happy I could be content under any affliction, but he will not tell me." She ceased and regarded the dactor "How on earth will you get along now, Miss Clara?" asked a sympa thetic neighbor. "You and Sarah have never parted for a moment since you were children!" "Not for a moment," sighed Miss Clara. "You're goin' to miss Sarah dread ful," continued the sympathetic neigh bor. "I shall, indeed," responded the younger of the spisters, "but," she added, with a faint lush, "you must remember, Miss Moody, that I shall with large, mournful eyes. Hce turned aside for an instant. "Con ince him," I whispered. "I cafinot," answered the doctor. ".how her a mirror. Surely she will realize- " "Can you convince an insane person of his delusion?" asked Brodsky, qu!etly. "She would not see her fea tures reflected in the glass, but those of Jean Richepin. Or. if she did see them, she would think it was some trick to deceive her. The only meth od of carrying conviction is to induce Jean Richepin to put his hatred out of his heart-hatred, which blinds us to realities." He turned to the pa tient. "And you still hate your brother?" he demanded, gently. .\lay he suffer as he has made me suffer," came the wild cry. "Once I could have forgiven, but his guilty con scif nee has led himi to perpetuate this further injustice, to confine me here. May he never know happiness night or day, may he-" "Hfush!" said Brodsky, lifting up a warning hand. "He is your brother still." The girl ceased to speak and re mained silent, her lips parted, gazing into the doctor's face intently. "Years ago you played together as children," he continued, solemnly. "You loved each other then and aft erward. Can you not find forgiveness' for him somewhere in your heart, even if he has involuntarily broken his faith toward you?" "I could never forgive him," sha an swered, sullenly. "He has robbed ine of my love and of my freedom." "Think once more." said Brodsky, quietly. "Suppose you were at the point of death. Would you carry this hatred over into the grave? For be very sure that there is a hereafter, as there have been many pasts, for each of us. Are you so free from sin that you cannot forgive, knowing that you must both some time stand before your Maker?" I saw the tears rise slowly Into her eyes. She hid her face in her unin jured hand and wept. "I don't know," she answered, her voice broken by sobs. "He has wronged me unpardonably. Perhaps-perhaps some day, when I come to die-" "Look at me!" Brodsky commanded. "Your time has come to die!" "What!" she cried, starting. "You are at the door of death," said Brodsky, . remorselessly. "I am no jailer. You have been sick in mind since you inflicted that wound upon yourself. Your brain has been affect ed. All that you imagine you remem ber is the mirage of dreams. By prov idence conscience has been restored to you at the last, in order that you might not die unforgiving. Your broth er is here; you will see him and par don him!" The words seemed to sink into her soul. Her face took on the ashen gray of the dying. "I do not ask that you forgive, him out of fear," continued Brodsky, "but because it is right. Even were you well, could you live, I would still ask it. Say that you will forgive him." "I will forgive him!" she muttered, and for the first time the useless lef" hand trembled. Brodsky looked at me. I understood what he meant me to do. I went in haste for Philip. When we got back the girl was drawn up among the pillows and the doctor was leaning over her, whislring to her. I do not know what he said, but upon her face was a new aspect of happiness. Philip saw it; he came for ward and bent down. "Forgive me, Jean!" he muttered, seizing the hand that hung so limply down and covering it with kisses. And even in that moment the incon gruity of the situation broke in on me. For we three men, sitting and kneeling by the side of this frail, par alyzed girl, had become oblivious to L. her sex in the presence of the eternal soul that now transcended the flesh. Let only fools scoff at immortal things hereafter! Yet one thing troubled me, that brodsky should have lied to her. As if divining my thoughts, he came up and took me aside, leaving the two to gether. "There is no way out except through the gates of death," he whispered. "The delusion is too deeply rooted; his soul must pass out by the death of the body. Because it took its own life rashly no spirit met and wel comed it on the other side the dark river of death. Yet its bold is weak, and, by recreating the scene, I an bring about the actual manifestations of mortality." "But-but if she is not waiting, ready to enter nla' I cried. have the first readia' of the evenln' paper whilst Sister 8arah is gone." Exchange. Overdoing the Idea. -"Some men listen so lntent to beas oppertunlty knock at their doors thet they don't hear their wives luggIn' i, the wood "-Bloston Herald Uncle Ezara Says: "People who never look fur say thing worth while are, es a ' rule. mighty good at flndit' tault"-Seutoa HLerald. "She has never wholly left it," be answered. "Her portion is the left Jand. on which Philip placed the wed ding ring." He drew near to the bedside. On his knees Philip still pleaded. "I forgive you." the girl murmured. "It is not because I have come to die, but because I never bore you any hatred in my heart, my brother. But you should have come to me and told me. I)o you think I would have bound my love unwillingly to her vows? You should have been frank with me. And now," she went on, plaintively, "I must lose her whormt I love. I cannot bear it. If she could have loved me-" The doctor raised his hand solemn ly. "She is your brother's by the right of their love." he answered. "Your part is nobler than a lover's. Tell me who loves the more: the lover, jealously selfish of his love, wrapped in his own egoristic feelings, or the parent that guards and watches over his child?" She looked at him wonderingly. "That is your task, the nobler one. .To watch over her, her spiritual guard lan, until the time come when they, too, pass over into the realms of im mortality, where like is drawn to like, and there is no atom of love that does not attract love to It. There there is neither marrying nor giving in mar riage." He rose and fumbled in his pocket. "Go, Jean," he said with terrible em phasis. "Your hate has worked itselh out in suffering. Now the account is squared." He looked into her eyes. "You died when the bullet from your revolver pierced your brain," he end ed; and suddenly his hand leaped from his pocket and we heard the pis tol crack. Had he shot her? No, for the ball went overhead and a cloud of plaster fell from above. But a shiver ran through the patient's limbs, the eyes opened and closed, a sigh broke from her breast and she lay still. With a mad cry Philip leaped forward, but Brodsky's arms closed round him and held him as in a vise. "Take her left hand in yours and wait silently," he said. "She is not dead." The body grew pale and cold, the features pinched and peaked. The mus cles stiffened as those of a corpse. But all the while the little left hand glowednd the pulse stirred in the slender wrist. Then at last, little by ,ittle, the warmth mounted the arm, flushed the throat, the wizened ap pearance vanished, the breast heaved gently, the eyelids fluttered and opened. There was a new glance of intelligence in the eyes, resting with unutterable love upon those of Philip. I went out sotliy and Brodsky fo! lowed me. SUCCESS HAS ITS PENALTY The Author, in Optimistic Mood, Talks of the Disadvantage of Doing Things Too Good. The author was in reminiscent mood-he had Just broken his last, at some one else's expense-and he was inclined to talk. "Why am I depressedr' he repeat. ed. "I'll tell you. It may serve as a warning for you. "Three years ago I was unfortunate enough to write a great short story. It was called 'The Curse of Luck.' Now, thought I, begins my golden age -everything I write will go o 'u.nte griddle like hot cakes. On the strength of my prospects I moved into a more expensive apartment. Then I began to send out my wares, but cau tiously, with reserve, so as not to cheapen myself-ten cents a word was the mimimum I was prepared to accept "A week passed and a first story came bt.k. 'This is a ~.od story, a very guetl story.' wrote the editor, 'but it hardly s-ems to us up to the standara :f "The Curse of Luck." Prom an. :'ne else we shtold ac rept it, but fr,., you the puble iexpects something .unsual.' "InL'gna,'ly I tore up the letter. Well. I thoujht, that's the last thing of mine you',t get a chance to refuse, and I sent the story to another mnga zine. "Meanwhile I bad sent out a second story, and a few days later this too came back. 'This is a very good story,' the editor wrote, 'but scarcely up to "The Curse of Luck." The pub lic, you know, expects great things from you.' "! rubbed my eyes. Were the ed Itors of the country in league against me? Putting the story into a freshb envelope I sent it forth again, but my cocksureness had suffered a lefdown. Would this manuscript come back a second time? It did; on the same day that the first was again returnedi 'This is a very good story,' I read. "Spasmodically I crushed the lettes in my hand. Was I never to sell an other story? Could I never live dow. 'The Curse of Luck' It seemed not Time after time I sent out the two stories which I had written since the accursed masterpiece, but inevltab'y they came back with the flatterlnl opinion that they were very good stories, but-" "I felt Into a state of melancholy it which work was impossible. I wai doomed. or rather I am doomed, for it is impossible to sell what I have writ ; ten; it Is not up to the stardard oi 'The Curse of Luck.' Truly the title was well chosen: at the time I little realized how well." Have courage to be ignorant of a great number of things In order that you may avoid the calamity of being Ignorant of everythlng.-Sidaey Smith. That liquor improves with ag seems to be demonstrated by the fact that the older some men get the better they IIke it MlJu Religion. 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It is put up under the guarantee of the Pure Food and Drug Act. For sale byall druggists. Price. S5e. Make the Liver Do its Duty N'oe tfes in tea when the doi right the eomach and bowels we sigh CARTER'S LITTLE UVER PILLS gemdybstrmly cm. se ili aER pHreadach and Distress after Eavsy. s.ra Pe sm..t Dmes, Smoa Ple Genaousw Heab Signature for CucGHs o Cou Da We often hear the expression, "as poor as a church mouse." But even a church mouse doesn't have to live on the collections. Now He Knows. "On what grounds does your father object to me?" he asked. "On any grounds within a mile of our house," she answered. She Probably Could. Senator La Follette. apropos of ce taindscandals. said at a dinner in Mad Ison: "These things recall the Legisla tor who remarked to his wife, with a look of disgust: 'One of those land lobbyists approached me today with another insulting proposition.' "The wife, a young and pretty wom an, clapped her hands. 'Oh. good!' she cried. 'Then I can have that sable stole, after all, can't I, dear?' " The Most Noticeab'e Change. "So you have lived in Europe for 2$ years. That's a long time for a man to be away from his own country." "Yes, it is, and I'm mighty glad to be home again." "I suppose you notice a great many changes ?" "Yes, many." "What, If I may ask. is the greatest change that has come to your notice?" "The greatest change. It t". to me. is to be found in the fact that the vice-president of the United States succeeds in getting his name in the papers nearly as often as he ml-1t it be were a bRaeball player or a prom islng lightw( ight prizefighter." HOT STUFF. I' 1 • The Maid--Did the mustard C;aster do you any good, Bridget? The Cook-Yes; but, by gorry; ut do botte tho tongue. WISE WORDS. A Physician on Food. A physician, of Portland, Orega, has views about food. He says: "I have always believed that the duty of the physician does not ase with treating the sick, but that we owe It to humanity to teach them how to protect their health, especially by hygienic and dietetic laws. "With such a feeling as to my duty I take great pleasure in saying to the public that In my own experleance and also from personal observation I have found no food equal to Grap-Nuts, and that I find there is almost no limit to the great benefits this food will bring when used in all ases of sick ness and eeavalecence. "It is my experience that no physt cal colndition forbids the use of Grape Nuts To persons In health there ito nothing so nourishing and acceptable to the stomach, especially at breas fast, to start the machiaery of the hu man system on the day's work. "In cases of indigestion I know that a complete breakfast can be made of Orape-NSuts and cream and I think it ia not advisable to overload the stomaeh at the morning meal. I also hknow the great value of Orape-Nute when the stomaeh is too weak to digest other "This ir written after an experience of more than 20 years, treating all manner of chronic and acute diseases, and the letter Is written voluntarily ea my part without any request for it" Read the little book, "The Road to Wellvlle." in pkga. T "bere's a Reason.