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LIGHTING LORE.
ACETYLENE EXCELS AS AN ILLU
MIJ^ANT.
for Lighting Formerly Confined to
Cities and Large Towns, now in
General Use in the Country.
The satisfactory lighting of subur
ban and country homes requires that
the means used shall be convenient,
cafe, economical and furnish a bril
liant, penetrating, effulgent light.
Everybody admits that these are
not the characteristics of the candle
or kerosene lamp, which, formerly,
•were the only feasible means of pro
ducing light for domestic use in the
rural districts.
For generations there was a cryln&
need, a yearning for something better,
•which was not satisfied. A few years
ago deliverance came in the shape of
the chemical compound, Calcium Car
bide, from which, by the simple ap
plication of water, the gas Acetylene
is derived. Acetylene meets all the
requirements fully and admirably and
Is being generally used.
Common lime and carbon in the
form of coke or coal are the raw ma
terials which, fused in an intensely
heated furnace, make Calcium Car
bide, and there is no difficulty in ob
taining it in any part of the country.
The machine into which the Cal
cium Carbide is fed and from which
the Acetylene is distributed through
the building to be lighted, is but little
larger than a thirty-gallon milk can,
and of the same general form. It is
easily and cheaply installed, either In
the cellar or in an out-building.
The light from burning Acetylene
is exquisite, and lighting experts agree
that it surpasses all other known illu
minants. It does not taint the air nor
strain the eyes and is not objection*
able in any respect. Every up-to-date
rural residence should be equipped
with Acetylene light.
PROOF POSITIVE HE LIED.
Husband Had Money, So Couldn't
Have Been at Races.
Hon. David Gensberger, who sways
the gavel with such skill and ability
as chairman of the lower board of the
city council, says the average husband
never knows when nor where to ex
pect trouble.
"My friend, for instance," continued
the chairman, "telephoned his wife
that he was going to the races. After
wards, some business matters arising,
he was compelled to forego his pleas
ure trip. That night he reached home
after supper. He was tired and worn
out and when to sleep without indulg-i
ng in much family conversation. Next
morning he was awakened early by
hearing his wife sobbing out her heart
in the next room- Hastening to the
weeping woman, my friend asked what
'lie trouble was.
"Trouble!" exclaimed the tearful
wife, "trouble! oh, you wretch! You
have deceived me. You telephoned
me that you were going to the races,
and look, sir, look! I found all this
money in your pocket."—Memphis
Commercial Appeal.
Six Doctors Failed.
South Bend, Ind., Sept. 25th (Spe
cial)—After suffering from Kidney
Disease for three years after taking
treatment from six different doctors
without getting relief, Mr. J. O. Lau
deman of this place found not only
relief but a speedy and complete cure
in Dodd's Kidney Pills. Speaking of
his cure Mr. Laudeman says:
"Yes, I suffered'from Kidney Trou
ble for three years and tried six doc
tors to no good. Then I took just two
boxes of Dodd's Kidney Pills and they
not only cured my kidneys, but gave
me better health in general. Of course
I recommended Dodd's Kidney Pills
to others and I know a number now
who are using them with good re
sults."
Mr. Laudeman's case is not an ex
ception. Thousands give similar ex
periences. For there never yet was a
case of Kidney Trouble from Back
ache to Bright's Disease "that Dodd's
Kidney Pills could not cure. They are
the only remedy that ever cured
Bright's disease.
Desperate Deed.
Bess—Percy threatened to do some
thing desperate when I refused him.
Nell—And did he?
Bess—Yes. He lit a cigarette.—Chi
cago News.
RESTORED HIS HAIR.
Scalp Humor Cured by Cuticura Soap
and Ointment—After All Else
Had Failed.
"I was troubled with a severe scalp
•humor and loss of hair that gave me a
great deal of annoyance and inconven
ience. After unsuccessful efforts with
many remedies -and so-called hair
tonics, a friend induced me to try
Cuticura Soap and Ointment. The
humor was cured in a short time, my
hair was restored as healthy as ever,
and I can gladly say I have since been
entirely free from any further annoy
ance. I shall always use Cuticura
Soap, and I keep the Ointment on
hand to use as a dressing for the hair
and scalp. (Signed) Fred'k Busch®
*81li East 57th St., New York City."
Some men will never agree that a
statement they make is liable to be to
tally one-sided.
DR. J. H. RINDLAUB, (Specialist)
Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat,
Fargo, N. D.
The woman who knows how. to tell
a queer story with something like
lift it
1M
By SEWARD W. HOPKINS,
of "Jack Robbln* of America." "la
vOa a Falsa
Etc.
0*9rrtgkt
1(95, by Ron EXIT Boaim'i Soxa.
CHAPTER XII.
"Your excfellency," he said, "you
have heard the words of the Count di
Pordino—his dyinu confession. Do
you believe it?"
"Yes, I believe it is true." whis
pered Maligni.
"And is there any act which you
wish to perform before you die, to
make reparation for the wrong that
has been done an innocent man?"
"Yes—yes. Let Henry Thorlane be
brought before me. I will do him jus
tice, that I, too, may receive justice
rrom God."
The monk sat down to the writing
table, and taking a pen, began writ
ing on some of the official paper of
the prfefetto.
Having finished, the monk held in
his hands two papers. One of these
he began to read aloud-to the Count
di Pordino.
It ran thus:
"The Confession of the Count di
Pordino, on his dying bed, before
Maligni, the Prefetto of Cagliari. and
the assembled monk3 and soldiers of
his household:
"I, the Count di Pordino, do confess
and do swear before God that the con
fession is true that my nephew, Hen
ry Thorlane, the owner of the Villa
Thorlano and its estate, is innocent
of the crime .of conspiracy against
the prefetto, with which crime I
charged him, for the sole purpose of
putting him in prison and receiving
at the hands of the prefetto my
nephew's estate as my reward.
"And it is my fear of future pun
ishment that impels me to make this
true confession and withhold none
of the truth, that justice may now be
done to my nephew, Henry Thorlane,
whom I have wronged."
"Is this correct, count?" asked
Brother Michael, when he had fin
ished.
"Yes," whispered the count.
"Then sign."
Brother Michael dipped a pen in ink
and placed it in the grasp of the dying
man. Feebly his fingers moved over
the paper and scrawled his signature.
Then Brother Michael turned to the
prefetto and read the other paper.
This was. an official document, restor
ing Henry Thorlane to all rights of
citizenship, restoring to him his val
uable estate and removing aii taint
and disgrace 'from his name.
This was signed by the prefetto, and
the official seal was placed upon it.
"Bring Henry Thorlane before me,
that I may beg of him forgiveness!"
gasped the prefetto.
"Wait. There is one thing more to
be done in an official capacity," said
the monk. "Your excellency, you re
call the incidents of the night on
which your brother was murdered?"
The prefetto signified that he did.
"A young man who had entered here
to rescue Nita Barlotti from your
brother—a young man who had no en
mity toward Pacho Maligni himself,
but who was acting in obedience to
the request of a friend who was lost
at sea—was seized, and, with no other
evidence against him, was sentenced
to imprisonment for life for the
crime. Your excellency, that young
man escaped, but he is here." Obedi
ent to his signal, I stood before the
prefetto. "He is the Jew who came
with me to give you warning of the
attack that was to be made tonight.
We have evidence, your excellency,
that will convict another of the
crime, and it but remains to seize the
real murderer and place him in prison.
And this young man, who is innocent
of any crime against the state, needs
but your signature to make him free
from the stigma that has been put
upon him."
"Is it true? You know the real
murderer?"
"It is true," said the monk. "I
swear it."
"Before I die—before I die," mur
mured the prefetto, "let nothing re
main undone."
The monk again wrote, and this
time it was a paper declaring me
innocent of the crime of murder, and
ordering the removal from the books
in the Department of Justice of all
charges against me, Richard Wilber
ton, of New York.
This the prefetto signed, and again
the great official seal was used.
"Now—let me see flenry Thorlane,"
gasped the prefetto.
"You shall
These-words came from the monk,
but not in the soft, priestlike voice I
had heard before. They came in deep
chest tones, with a sternness that
startled me and every one else in the
room. Brother Michael removed the
goggles from his eyes, and threw aside
his monkish garb. Standing erect, he
seemed taller, and his smooth-shaven
head was squarely set upon shoulders
of massive mold.
"Behold me! I am Henry Thor
lane!"
"Thorlane!" gasped the prefetto.
"Thorlane!" murmured the Count
di Pordino.
"It is true! He is Henry Thorlar.s!"
exclaimed several of the soldiers,
among whom was the captain of the
guard.
But what of me? I stood trembling,
paralyzed in every limb. I tried to cry
out in an excess of joy, but my tongue
refused obedience to my will and
clove to the roof of my mouth. Those
massive shoulders! That well-poised
head! That thunderous voice! To
those around me, the undisguised
monk was Henry Thorlane. To me—
I recognized him in ^pite of 'the
shaven head and lip shorn of its mus
tache—he was Maubikeck the Lion
Tamer.
He saw my emotion. He stepped
to my side and grasped my hand.
"Friend .Wilberton," he said, "I see
you recognize me. You are surprised
and speechless. Yes* it is I, Maubi
keck, -now, thank God, once more in
possession of my own, and enabled to
bear my own name—Henry Thorlane."
"Maubikeck!" I managed to gasp.
"I—I thought you were lost at sea."
"No," he replied, smiling. "You see
I was not. But all that can be ex
plained later. Now I must see my
darling. Where is she?"
"In her room."
I led him away from the room. As
we turned to go there was a gasp, a
murmur, and a cry of terror behind us.
"They are dead!" said a physician.
"The prefetto and Count di Pordino
have gone to their last accounts."
In the hall we met Mutterelli, who
wore the same placid smile of satis
faction that always characterized him.
"Ah. signor," he said, laughing, "I
see you have made the acquaintance
of my old friend and playmate, Henry
Thorlane."
"He is my hero Maubikeck," I re
plied. "We go to see Nita Barlotti.
How is she?"
"Fully recovered," said Mutterelli,,
"and waiting to see Signor Wilberton
of New York and Henry Thorlane of
Cagliari."
"You have told her?" asked Thor
lane.
Mutterelli bowed, and Thorlane
rushed away. I changed my mind
about accompanying him, and leaving
him to enjoy the bliss of the reunion
alone with Nita, I retraced my steps
and went back to the library with the
imperturbable Mutterelli.
CHAPTER XIII.
This chapter is of the nature of an
interjection. It contains, without any
reference to the chain ,of events in
which I was an actor, the story of
Henry Thorlane. This I gleaned from
him in bits during the few days im
mediately following the death of Ma
ligni, the prefetto, and the Count di
Pordino.
The story of Thorlane which- Mut
terelli had told me concerning the
arrest and imprisonment of the. inno
cent man for conspiracy and the con
fiscation of his estate, was true. He
had been incarcerated in the monas
tery of The Saints. The truth was
this: Thorlane, during his days of
liberty, had, as Mutterelli had in
formed me, been an open enemy of
the monks of The Saints. But his
enmity was not directed toward the
entire body, nor against the superior
of the monastery, but against those
monks whose practices he believed to
be corrupt and who, he believed, were
in league with the prefetto and the
Count di Pordino in their extortion
and brigandage. In this he had found
a secret friend in no less a personage
than the superior of the monastery
himself, who, though a good man, was
weak and unable to successfully cope
with the combination for evil which
he knew existed.
He did, however, develop enough
backbone to help his friend Thorlane.
and soon after the imprisonment of
the Englishman, the superior succeed
ed. in some way, in making the pre
fetto believe that the prisoner would
be more secure in solitary confinement
in the monastery. The prefetto readily
assented, and Thorlane was removed
from the Torre dell Elefante to the
monastery.
From the monastery he was assist
ed to escape by the superior, who con
tinually reported to the prefetto the
security and safety of his prisoner.
Thorlane lived for a time in the
marble grotto, and one day he met,
while hunting mouflon, disguised be
yond recognition, his old comrade and
university companion, Mutterelli, to
whom he made himself known. Mut
terelli helped him to escape from Sar
dinia. with the four mountain lions
who had been his companions in the
grotto, and with these he resolved to
seek his fortune in America, until he
had amassed enough money to enable
him to legally and successfully com
bat the charges against him and re
gain his confiscated estates.
He reached America successfully
and exhibited his lions in a small way,
adopting the name Maubikeck as be
ing one not likely to lead to identifica
tion.
Then Pacho Maligni, the brother of
the man. against whose life he was ac
cused of conspiring, began operations
collecting the materials for his circus.
Pacho Maligni, although he may have
known of the change of ownership of
the Villa di Thorlano, keeping abreast
of the affairs in Sardina, he did not
know Maubikeck, and the lion-tamer
resolved to link his fortunes to those
of the Sardinian, with the hope that
in some way the connection might
lead to some discoveries that would
be advantageous to himself.
At the rehearsals he met and loved
Nita Barlotti, and she returned his
love. To her he told all the story of
his misfortunes, and found in the
beautiful trapeze girl a ready sym
pathizer.
What occurred in New York to stir
and start afresh the adventures of
my remafkable friend has already
been set forth in these pages.
When Thorlane, or, as I knew him,
Maubikeck, was left behind ^on the
sinking Queen,, he did not go tamely
to a heroic death, as I supposed, but
resolutely set to work to save his he
roic life. He managed, by the aid of
two others, to get a raft together be
fore the ship went down. This was
furnished with a. sail and supplied
with food. Upon it they launched
themselves upon the waves.
They were fortunately driven to the
a
Azoresv where, after a stay of a weelc
or so, they were taken on board a
sailing vessel which was bound for
Lisbon, and which had stopped at the
Azores for water. From Lisbon he
came to Italy, and at Genoa sought
his old friend Mutterelli, whom he felt
he could trust implicitly. Being* In
formed that Mutterelli was in Cagliari
with Signor WilDerton of New York,
Thorlane made all preparation to en
ter the country where his life and lib
erty were not safe, and the day he saw
me wounded by the wayside was his
first day in Cagliari. He had found
Mutterelli, and these two at once en
tered into a secret compact, the re
sults of which we have seen.
Mutterelli was a member of a secret
order in Ita^y and Sardinia, into which
he initiated "Brother Michael," and it
was the authority this membership
gave him that enabled the putative
monk to compel the band of Count di
Pordino to withdraw just when they
held victory in their grasp.
Thorlane, as Brother Michael, be
came the guest of the superior of the
monastery, and from that vantage
ground proceeded to put into opera
tion all the wires and machinery of his
secret skill to bring to a successful
termination his dangerous mission.
And now that we have seen how
Weli he carried out his purposes, how
steadfast he was in his love and in
his friendship, and how skillfully he
did the work he had on nand, I leave
it to the reader to justify the love and
admiration that Nita Barlotti and I
felt toward his man, wnose nobiliy
of soul and sterling worth are worthy
of a more fitting tribute than can be
conveyed in my feeble and inadequate
language.
CHAPTER XIV.
As I said in the foregoing chapter,
the days immediately following the
death of the prefetto and the Count di
Pordino were exciting ones.
A new prefetto was appointed by
the king, and he proved to be a gen
erous and intellectual man, at whose
hands we received the kindest treat
ment.
The villa of Maligni remained in his
family, and the new prefetto resided
at the prefettura in the old castle in
Cagliari, with his wife, a charming
woman, and his daughters, accom
plished young ladies about the age of
Nita.
Here Nita remained as his guest
during the remainder of our stay in
Sardinia, while Mutterelli and I took
up our abode at the splendid but neg
lected Villa di Thorlano, as the guest
of Thorlane.
Under the new prefetto all my be
longings were restored to me, and I
Tyas once more in possession of the
letter of Antonio Sigmotta, and the
locket and pin that had belonged to
the infant Alice Graviscourt.
The importance of these was greatly
augmented by another document
which contained the statement of
Dambo, duly attested by the new pre
fetto, and the import of which will be
duly disclosed.
I made Nita Barlotti fully acquaint
ed with the significance of these
things and our impatience to be off
to America to finish our work was
generously met by the new prefetto,
who aided us in every way, and final
ly saw us depart from Cagliari with
many expression of regret.
Thorlane wished to have the mar
riage of Nita and himself solemnized
before leaving, but she archly bade
him be patient, for there was plenty
of time and she preferred to know
the truth concerning herself before
she became his wife.
To our united voices, Thorlane
laughingly yielded, and placing his
estate in competent hands, to be cared
for until his return for final adjust
ment, he announced himself as ready
to start.
So we took a steamer to Genoa,
where I made good my promises to the
faithful Mutterelli, and placed to his
account fifty thousand lire, equal to
about ten thousand dollars.
(To be continued.)
"LOADED" FOR THE LECTURER.
Ai
Embar-
Guests at Convivial Dinner
rassed the Professor.
Proi. Edward Howard Griggs, form
erly of Stanford, "the perfect man,"
still continues to be the wonder and
sensation of Boston where his ethical
lectures are drawing cultured mobs
from all over the country side. I api
told that people come in wagons,
automobiles and on bicycles—make
pilgrimages to his rostrum. I was
noticing an article of his which ap
peared in the Overland Monthly a
few years ago. It was a good article,
and the reading of it recalls to me a
story. Shortly before- Prof. Griggs
left Stanford for his Eastern tour,
he was the guest of honor at a dining
club here. The club is a cultured
affair, and the reading of a paper is
a regular ceremony at their periodical
dinners. Prof. Griggs was to read the
paper on this occasion, and sbme of
the members got wind of the fact that
the professor intended to read his
paper which appeared in the Overland
Monthly. A copy of the magazine was
accordingly bought and submitted to a
printer. A press proof of the essay
was given to each member of the
club. When Prof. Griggs' turn came
he arose with much Impressment, pro
duced his manuscript, and began.
When he read the Urst sentence' he
was surprised to note that his words
were being delivered in unison by
every person at the table. He looked
Plowing in the Fall.
I do not believe that plowing
fn the fall can be recommended
for all soils and localities, but
I do believe it should be more
generally practiced by all farm
ers than it is. I always do all of the
fall plowing that I possibly can, es
pecially where I intend to put in corn
the coming spring. If sod is turned
under in the fall the amount of plant
food will be greatly increased for the
crop the next summer. I have also
noticed that there are not as many
cutworms, grubworms and cornroot
worms the next spring as there were
the spring before if the ground is
plowed in the fall. Every pest that
the farmer can get rid of he knows it
to be for his own good to do so. The
surface of fall plowed ground is drier
in the spring at planting time than
ground not so treated and some farm
ers might think that it does not con
tain as much moisture, but I find that
it does. The rainfall is enabled to
better penetrate the sub-soil which al
lows the surface of fall plowed ground
to dry more rapidly. If you have not
experienced fall plowing, try it, and
you will find that fall plowed ground
has a drier surface and contains more
moisture at planting time in the spring
than ground which has not been
plowed in the fall. I believe in locali
ties where there is much rain during
the winter, it is better not to harrow
the fall plowed ground in the autumn,
especially where there are fine clay
soils that run together and pack down.
If we have a dry summer we will find
that fall plowed ground will yield
better crops than spring plowed
ground.—J. S. Underwood, Johnson
Co., 111., in Farmers' Review.
bood of Root-Tubercle Bacteria.
As yet our scientists know but lit
tle regarding the grept world of bac
teria that has been opened to us in
this generation. We have supposed
that the tubercles on the roots of pod
bearing plants were supplied theii
nitrogen by the bacteria, which took
it from-the earth and from the air.
When lime has been added to soils,
the bacteria have in many cases been
more vigorous,,tbut this was judged to
be due to the neutralization of acid by
the lime. It may be, however, that
these bacteria actually use lime and
magnesium as a part of their food. A
French professor, H. Flamand, has
been making some experiments in the
development of tubercles with wa
ter cultures. The different kinds of
pod-bearing plants behaved very dif
ferently. Thus, vetches refused to
produce tubercles, unless they were
supplied with magnesium, while both
vetches and beans showed they must
have either lime or magnesium if they
were to produce tubercles. Potash
salts and lime salts stimulated the de
velopment of the root tubercles. Now
the question is, do "the bacteria re
quire these elements for food?
Scales on the Farm.
So far as possible, farming opera
tions should be reduced to 'an exact
science. The old ways of feeding by
guess and even buying and selling by
guess should give way to weighing
and measuring everything. In the
feeding of grains and ground grains,
scales rather than measures should
be depended upon. Different kinds of
grains vary greatly in their weight.,
and if a man tries to measure them
out he is sure to give more at one
time than at another. Some of the
brans on the market differ exceeding
ly in this respect. Some of them*are
very light, being hardly more than the
hull of the wheat, while others are
quite heavy and consist largely of
middlings. If a man has scales, he
can very easily feed about the same
amount of food each day, and there
fore become better informed as to the
requisite food required to produce a
certain effect. Scales can now be
bought at a very low price, and a few
dollars invested in scales will give
good returns indirectly for many
years to come.
Vitality of Seeds.
The practice of sprouting seeds
between layers- of blotting paper
does not. give absolutely accur
ate results, except to show what
per cent of the seed will germin
ate under those conditions. If
Nand
depths.
lhe
a
There are just two things I like afraid of disease germs, but the clos
about a vacation," remarked Uncle est investigators were unable to de
Jerry Peebles "the goin' away and tect disease germs In the products
the gettin' back."—Chicago Tribune,1
a
Losm
Nmr
lot
of seed be divided into two portions
and one lot be placed between sheets
of wet blotting paper and the other be
actually placed in the ground, the lat
ter lot will show a much smaller per
centage of germination than the oth
er. It is one thing for a seed to sprout
under ideal conditions it is quite an
other for seed to sprout under hard
conditions, which obtain frequently
when the seeds are covered, with
earth,
are put in at varyin»
Sewage Farms.
In many countries of Europe the
large cities are disposing of their
sewage by means of sewage farms
A lar^e part of the sewage of
Paris is disposed of in this
nse ot plants that some or the sew-
ge farms produce three crops of com-
mon
up, and when hp saw his hosts hold- things as lettuce grow well and sell
ing "proof" on him the proof was well. There is no prejudice against
sufficient and he sat down.—San the vegetables because they are
Francisco News Letter. grown on the sewage farms. It was at
first feared that people would hn
garden truck per year Sn^h
Its Strength
Always
Calumet
It Most Healthful,
WhflMMM and Economic*!
At Breakfast.
"Rather odd," remarked the fat
border at breakfast.
"To what do you refer?" asked the
landlady, suspiciously.
"This honey I found a hair in it."
"It's strange," replied the landlady
"I purchased it for combed honey."—
Important to Mothers.
JEamlot carefully every bottle of CASTOMA,
a aafe and rare remedy for infant* and children,
and see that it
Bears the
Signature of
U*e For Over SO Tears.
The Kind You. Have Always Bought,
Food for Welsh Rabbits.
He was a recent recruit from Ir»
laiid's green turf and had secured his
first position in a grocery .store.
One day a customer approached the
new clerk and inquired for soma
crumbled store cheese for a Welsh
rabbit. After supplying the customer
with the desired cheese, Pat inquired,
„And, sure, is that Phawt yer feed
them on?"—Lippincott's Magazine.
GOLD IN CEMETERIES.
Dentist Figures There Are Millions I
Buried Fillings.
"I know where I could go, right
here in this country, and dig up mill
ions of dollars' worth of treasure,"
said a dentist.
"Where would I go? To our ceme
teries. To the mouths of our dead.
In the teeth of our dead enough gold
is going to waste to enrich a small
town.
"You have in your teeth ?10 in gold.
Your sister has $5. Your father and'
mother have each $7. And there art
90,000,000 people in America.
"Allow to each person's teeth a hall
dollar's worth of gold. You have then
$45,000,000 hidden in our mouths.
When we die this gold won't be ex
tracted. It will be buried with us.
"To take the gold from the teeth oi
the dead before burial would be neith
er difficult nor gruesome. It would be
a good idea to pass a law requiring
all this gold, which does no good in
the grave, to be removed after death
and distributed in charity.—Chicago
Chronicle.
GET POWER.
The Supply Comes From Food.
If We get power from food, why not
strive to get all the power we can
That is only possible by use of skill
fully selected food that exactly fits the
requirements of the body.
Poor fuel makes a poor fire and a
poor fire is not a good steam pro
ducer.
"From not knowing how to select
the right food to fit my needs, 1 suf
fei ed gi ievously for a long, time from
stomach troubles," writes a lady from
a little town in Missouri.
It seemed as if I Would never bfl
able to find out the sort of food that
was best for me. Hardly anything
that I could eat would stay on, my
stomach. Every attempt gave me
heart-burn and filled by stomach with
gas. I got thinner and thinner until
I literally became a living skeleton
and in time was compelled to keep to
my bed.
A few months ago I was persua|flL.
to try Grape:Nuts food, and itkjM\
sucfi good effect from the very beg® I
ning that I have kept up its use evei
since. I was surprised at the easfl
with which I digested it. It proved to
be just what I needed. All my un
pleasant symptoms, the heart-burn,
the inflated feeling which gave me so!
much pain disappeared. My weight
gradually increased from 98 to 116
lbs., my figure rounded out, mj
strength came-back, and I am now
able to do my housework and enjoyr
it. The Grape-Nuts food did It." Nama •,
given by Postum Co., Battle Creelt
Mich.
A ten days 'trial will show anyone
some facts about food. V'
"There's
a
reason
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