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Enid Maitland, a frnnk, free and un spoiled youn« I'liallo.delphln ulrl, I» taken to the Colorado niountutna by her undo. Itobort Maitland. Jiiiihh Armstrong. Maltlund'a protege, falls In love with her. Ilia persistent wooing thrills the girl, but ahe heal lutes, and Armstrong goes east on business without a definite answer. Enid hears the story of a mining engi neer. Newbold, whoso wife fell off a elltf and was so seriously hurt that he was compelled to shoot her to prevent her be ing eaten by wolves while he went for help. Klrkby. the old guide who tells the ■tory. gives Enid a package of letters which lie says were found on the dend womnn’s body. She reads the letters ami at Klrkby’s request keeps them. While bathing In mountnln stream Enid Is at tacked by a bear, which Is mysteriously •hot. A storm adds to the girl’s terror. A sudden deluge transforms brook Into rnglng torrent, which sweeps Enid Into gorge. Where she Is rescued by a moun tain bertnit nfter a thrilling experience. Campers In great confusion upon dlscov- Ing Enid's absence when the storm breaks, Maitland and Old Klrkby go In •earch of the girl. Enid discovers that her ankle Is sprained and that she Is un able to walk. Her mysterious rescuer carries her to his camp. Enid goes to ■ leep In the strange man's bunk. Miner cooks breakfast for Enid, after which they go on tour of Inspection. The her mit tdls Enid of Ids unsuccessful attempt to find the Maltlnnd campers, lie ndmits that he Is also from Philadelphia. The hermit fulls In love with Enid The man comes to a realization of his love for her. but naturally In that strange solitude Die relations of the girl and her rescuer be come unnatural and strained. The strang er tells of a wife he hud who Is dead, nnd says he has sworn to ever cherish her memory by living In solitude. He and Enid, however, confess their love for each other. She learns that he Is the man who killed Ids wife In tic- mountain. Enid discovers the writer of the letters to N'ewbold's wife to have been James Armstrong. Newbold decides to start to the settlement for help. The man Is racked hv the belief that he Is unfaithful to Ids wife's inemorv. nnd Enid Is tempt ed to tell him of tin- letters In her pos session. Armstron :. accompanied by Klrkbv ni.J Itobort Maltlnnd. find a note that Newbold had left In the deserted cnbln. nnd know that |hf drl Is In his keeping. Kate brings all (ho urfora to gether. CHAPTER XX. The Converging Trails. Whatever the feeling of the others. Armstrong found himself unable to sleep that night. It seemed to him that fate was about to play him the meanest nnd most fantastic of tricks. Many times before in his crowded life he had loved other women, or so he characterized his feelings, but his pas sion for Louise Rosser Newbold had been in n class by Itself until he had met Enid Maitland. Detween the two there had been many women, but these two were the high points, the rest was lowland. Once before, therefore, this Newbold | hail cut in ahead of him and had won the woman he loved. Armstrong had cherished a hard grudge against him for a long time. Me had not been of those who had formed the rescue party led by old Klrkby and Maitland which had burled the poor woman on the great butte In tlie deep canon. Before he got back to the camp the whole affair was ovor and Newbold had departed. Luckily for him, Arm strong had always thought, for he had been so mad with grief and rnge and jealousy that if he had come across him. helpless or not, he would have killed him out of hand. Armstrong had soon enough forgot ten Louise Rosser, but he had not forgotten Newbold. All his ancient an imosity had flamed into Instant life again, at the sight of his name last I night. The inveteracy of his haired had j been in no way abated by the lapse | of time, it 6eemed. Everybody in the mining enmp had i supposed that Newbold had wandered j off and perished In the mountains, else j Armstrong might have pursued him i nnd hunted him down. The sight of j his name on that piece of paper was ] outward and visible evidence that he j still lived It had almost he shock of a resurrection, and a resurrection to hatred rather than to love. If Newbold had been alone in the world. If Armstrong had chanced upon him In the solitude, he would have huted him i Just as he did, but when he thought j that his ancient enemy was with the woman he now loved, with a growing Intensity beside w-hich his former re sentment seemed weak and feeble he J hated him yet the more. He could not tell when the notice, which he had examined carefully, was written; there was no date upon It, but he could come to only one conclu sion Newbold must have found Enid Maitland alone in the mountains very shortly after her departure, and he had her with him in his cabin alone for at least a month. Armstrong gritted his teeth at the thoughts He did not undervalue the personality of Newbold He had never happened to see him. but he had heard enough about him to understand his quali ties as a man The tie that bound Armstrong to Enid Maitland was a strong one. but the tie by which he held her to him, if indeed he held her at all, was very tenuous and easily broken; perhaps It was broken al ready. and so he hated him still more and more. Indeed, his animosity was so great and growing that for the moment he took no joy in the assurance of the j girl's safety; yet he wus not altogether an unfair man, and In calmer moments he thanked God In his own rough way that the woman he loved was alive and well, or had been when the note was written. He rejoiced that she had not been swept away with the flood or that she had 'not been lost in the mountains and forced to wander on finally to starve and freeze and die. In one mo ment her nearness caused his heart to throb with joyful anticipation. The certainty that at the first flush of day he should seek her again sent the warm blood to his cheeks. I3ut those thoughts would be succeeded by the knowledge that she was with his en emy. Was this man to rob him of the latest love as he had robbed him of the first? Perhaps the hardest task that was ever laid upon Armstrong was to lie quietly in his sleeping bag and wait until the morning. So soon ns tile first Indication of dawn showed over the crack of the door, he slipped quietly out of his sleeping bng nnd without disturbing the others drew on his boots, put on bis heavy fur coat and cap nnd gloves, slung hiß Winchester and his snow slioes over his shoulder, nnd without stopping for a bite to eat, softly open ed the door, stopped out nnd closed It after him. It was quite dark In the bottom of the canon, although a few pale gleams overhead indicated the near appronrh of day. It was quite still, too. There were clouds on the mountain top heavy with threat of wind and snow. The way was not difficult, the direc tion of it, that is. Nor was the going very difficult at first; the snow was j frozen and the crust wns strong enough to bear him. He did not need his snow shoes, and. Indeed, would have had little chance to use them In the \ narrow, broken, rocky pass. Ho had | slipped away from the others because ; he wanted to be first to see the man j and the woman. He did not want any I witnesses to that meeting. They I would have come on later, of course; but he wanted an hour or two in pri vate with Enid and Newbold without any interruption. His conscience was not clear. Nor could he settle upon u course of action. How much Newbold knew of his former attempt to win away his wife, ; how much of what he knew he had told Enid Maitland, Armstrong could not surmise. Putting himself into Newbold’s place and Imagining, that the engineer had possessed entire in formation, he decided that he must have told everything to Enid Mait land ns soon as he had found out the quasi relation between her and Arm strong. And Armstrong did not believe the woman he loved could be In any body's presence a month without tell ing" something about him. Still, it was possible that Newbold knew nothing, and that he told nothing therefore. The situation was paralyzing to a n?an of Armstrong's decided, determin ed temperament. He could not decide upon the line of conduct he should pursue. His course in this, the most critical emergency he had ever faced, must be determined by circumstances of which he felt with savage resent ment he was in some measure the sport. Ho would have to leave to chance what ought to be subject to his will. Of only one thing he was sure — he would stop at nothing, murder, ly ing; nothing, to win the woman, and to settle his score with that man. There was renlly only one thing he could do, and that was to press on up the canon. He had no idea how ! far it might be or how long a Journey’ he would have to make before he reached that shelf on the high hill where stood that hut In which she dwelt. As the crow flies, it could not be a great distance, but the canon | zigzagged through the mountains with j as many curves and angles as a light ning flash. He plodded on, therefore, with furious haste, recklessly speed ing over places where a misstep In the snow or a slip on the Icy rocks would have meant death or disaster to him. He had gone about an hour, and had perhaps made four miles from the camp when the storm burst upon him. It was now broad day, but the sky was filled with clouds and the nir with driving snow. The wind whistled down the canon with terrific force. It was with difficulty that he made any headway at all against It. It w*as a local storm; If he could have looked through the snow he would have discovered calm ness on the top of the peaks. It was one of those sudden squalls of wind and snow which rage with terrific forco while they last, but whose rage ; was limited, and whose violent dura ' tion would be short. A less determined man than he I would have bowed to the inevitable and sought some shelter behind a rock until the fury of the tempest was spent, but there was no storm that blew that could stop this man so long as he had strength to drive against It. So he bent his head to the fierce blast and struggled on. There j was something titanic and magnificent ! about this iron determination and per sistence of Armstrong. The two most powerful passions which move human ity were at his service; love led him and hate drove him. And the two were so Intermingled that It was dif ficult to say which predominated, now one and now the other. The resultant of the two forces, however, was an onward move that would not be de nied. His fur coat was soon covered with snow and Ice, the sharp needles of the storm cut his face wherever it was ex posed. The wind forced its way through his garments and chilled him to the bone. He had eaten nothing since the night before, nnd his vital ity was not at its flood, but he pressed on, and there was something grand in his indomitable progress. Excel sior! Hack in the hut Klrkby and Maitland sat around the fire waiting most Impa tiently for the wind to blow itself out and for that snow to stop tailing through which Armstrong struggled forward. As he followed the windings of the canon, not daring to ascend to the summit on either wall and seek short cuts across the range, he was sensible that he was constantly rising. There were many Indications to his experienced mind; the decrease In the height of the surrounding pines, the increasing rarity of the Icy air, the The Chalice of Courage Being the Story of Certain Persons Who Drank of it and Conquered A Romance of Colorado By Cyrus Townsend Brady. M Author of arwtncvraß,l '•c '■ • "Tfielsiani of • • "'-viSSTOa' Better and ... y the Hitfhuay,” "As Xfct OparV* Ply Upua'-.id , ” e'. c - - DJuirtJra-tfons by Cn»CJOT-t>» Vo«nd forvrl<H<- *>y V.q.CliiMuncn: He Scrambled Up the Broken Way. growing difficulty in breathing under tho sustained exertion he was making, (he quick throbbing of his accelerated heart, all told him he was approaching his Journey's end. He judged that he must now be drawing near the source of tho stream, and that he would presently come upon the shelter. lie had no means of ascertaining the time. He would not have dared to unbutton his coat to glance at his watch, and It is difficult to measure the flying minutes In such scenes as those through which he pass ed, but he thought he must have gone at least seven miles In perhaps three hours, which he fancied had elapsed, his progress In the last two having been frightfully slow. Every foot of advance he had had to fight for. Suddenly a quick turn In the canon, a passage through a narrow entrance between lofty cliffs, and he found him self In a pocket or a circular amphi theater which he could see was closed on the farther side. The bottom of this enclosure or valley was covered with pines, now drooping under tremendous burdens of snow. In the midst of the pines a lakelet was frozen solid; the Ice was covered with the same daz zling carpet of white. He could have seen nothing of this had not the sudden storm now stopped as preclpitaiely almost as it had be gun. Indeed, accustomed to the gray ness of the snow fall, his eyes were fairly dazzled by the bright light of the sun, now quite high over the range, which struck him full <n the face. He stopped, panting, exhausted, and leaned against the rocky wall of the canon's mouth which here rose sheer over his head. This certainly was the end of the trail, the lake was the source of the frozen rivulet along whose rocky nnd torn banks he had tramped since dawn. Here, If any where, he would find the object of his quest. Refreshed by a brief pause, and encouraged by the sudden stilling of the storm, he stepped out of the canon j and ascended a little knoll whence he j had a full view of the pocket over the tops of the pines. Shading his eyes from the light with his hand ns best he could, he slowly swept the circumfer ence with his eager glance, seeing nothing until his eye fell upon a huge broken trail of rocks projecting from the snow, Indicating tho ascent to a broad Bhelf of the mountains across tho lake to the right. Following this he saw a huge block of snow which suggested dimly the outlines of a hut! Was that the place? Was she there? He stared fascinated and as he did so a thin curl of smoke rose nbove the snow heap and wavered up in the cold, quiet nir! That was a human habita tion, then. It could be none other than the hut referred to In the note. Enid Maitland must be there; and Newbold! The lake lay directly In front of him beyond the trees at the foot of the knoll, and between him and the slope that led up to the hut. If It had been summer, he would have been compell ed to follow the water's edge to the right or to the left; both Journeys would have led over difficult trails, with little to choose between them, but the lake was now frozen hard and covered with snow. He had no doubt that the snow would bear him, but to make sure he drew his snow shoes from his shoulder, slipped his feet In the straps, nnd sped straight on through the trees and across It like an arrow from a bi^iv. In five minutes he wns at the foot of the giant stairs. Kicking off his snow shoes, he scrambled up the broken way. easily finding In the snow a trail which had evidently been passed and repasscc! dally. In a few moments he was at the top of the shelf. A hard trampled path ran be tween high walls of snow to a door! Behind that door what would ho find? Just what he brought to it, love and hate, he fancied. We usually find on the other sido of doors no more and no less than wo bring to our own sides. Hut what ever was there there was no heslta tion In Armstong's course. He ran toward It, laid his hand on the latch, and opened it. What creatures of habit we are! Early In that same morning, after ono vain attempt again to Influence the woman who was now the deciding and determining factor, and who seemed to he taking the man’s place, Newbold, ready for his journey, had torn him self away from her presence and had plunged down the giant stair. He had done everything that mortal man could do for her comfort; wood enough to last her for two weeks had been taken from the cave nnd piled In the kitch en and everywhere so as to be easily accessible to her; the stores she al ready had the run of, and he had fit ted a stout bar to the outer door which would render It Impregnable to any attack that might be made against it, although he saw no quarter from which any assault impended. Enid had recovered not only her strength, hut a good deal of her nerve. That she loved this man nnd that he loved her had given her courage. She would be fearfully lonely, of course, but not so much afraid as before. Tho month of Immunity In the mountains without any interruptions had dissi pated any possible apprehensions on her part. It was with a sinking heart, however, that she saw him go at last. They had been so much together In that month; they had learned v.-hat love was. When he camo back It would be different, he would not come alone. The first human being he met would bring the world to the door of the lonely but beloved cabin In the mountains—the world w'ith Its ques tions, its Inference. Its suspicious, Its denunciations and its accusations! Some kind of an explanation would have to be made, some sort an an swer would have to be given, some so lution of tho problem would have to be arrived at. What these would be she could not tell. Newhold’s departure was like the end oi an era to her. The curtain dropped; when It rose again what was to be expected? There was no com fort except In the thought that she loved him. So long as their affections matched and ran together nothing else mattered. With the solution of It all next to her sadly beating heart she was still supremely confident that love, or God—and there was not so much difference between them as to make It worth while to mention the one rather than the other—would find the way. Their leave taking had been singu larly cold and abrupt. She had real ized the danger he was apt to Incur and she had exacted a reluctant prom ise from him that be would be careful. “Don’t throw your life away, don’t risk it even, remember that It Is mine,” she had urged. And Just ns simply as she had en joined it upon him he had promised. He had given his word that he would not send help hack to her hut that ho would bring it back, and she had con lidenc© in that word. A confidence that had he been Inclined to break his promise would have made it absolute ly impossible. There had been n long clasp of the hands, a long look in the eyes, a long breath in the breast, a long throb in the heart and then— farewell. They dared no more. Once before he had left her and she had stood upon the plateau and fol lowed his vanishing figure with anxi ous troubled thought until it had been lost in the depths of the forest below. She had controlled herself In this second parting for his sake as well as her own. Under the ashes of his grim repression she realized the pres ence of live coals which a breath would have fanned into flame. She dared nothing while he was there, but when he shut the door behind him the ne cessity for self-control was removed. She had laid her arms on the table and bowed her head upon them and shook and quivered with emotions un relieved by a single tear —weeping was for lighter hearts and less severe demands! His position after all was the easier of the two. As of old it was the man who went forth to the battlefield while the woman could only wait passively the issue of the fight. Although ho was half blinded with emotions lie had to give some thought to his progress, and there was yet one task to be doue before he could set forth upon his journey toward civilization and res- j cue. It was fortunate, as it turned out. that this obligation detained him. He ! was that type of a merciful man whose mercies extended to his beasts. The ! poor little burros must be attended to and their safety assured so far .as it could be, for it would be Impossible for Enid Maitland to care for them. Indeed he had already exacted a prom ise from her that she would not leave the plateau and risk her life ou the icy stairs with which she was so unfamiliar. He had gone to the corral and shak en down food enough for them which If It had been doled out to them day by day would have lasted longer than the week he intended to be absent; of course he realized that they would eat it up in half that time, but even so they would probably suffer not too great discomfort before he got back. All these preparations took some lit tle time. It had grown somewhat late in the morning before he started. There had been a fierce storm raging when he first looked out and at her earnest solicitation he had delayed his departure until it had subsided. Ills tasks at the corral were at last completed; he had done what he could for them both, nothing now remained but to make the quickest and safest way to the settlement. Shouldering the pack cor'-lining his axe and gun and sleeping bag and such provision S 3 would servo to tide him over un til he reached human habitations, he set forth. He did not look up to the How Shark Is Harnessed Trick by Which Sailor Pays Debt to Merciless Member of the Finny Tribe. The shark’s Jaws are pried open to the fullest extent; a stout eight-foot spar of tough timber, four inches by four in cross-measurement. Is fixed transversely far back in the angle of the Jaw, the ends projecting on either side. A strong rope leading from the ends of the spar is drawn close and tightened with a clove-hitch round the fish’s tail, behind the wide tall flukes It is thus the sailor harnesses his enemy. The clamp of the cruel Jaws drives the two-inch long teeth deep-into the tough spar. The tight line holds it in place, and. struggle as he may. the shark fails to move the spftr an inch from its position. As a finishing touch, the sailor drew his knife-blade across the shark’s eyeballs and let him go. Bitted and bridled, blinded, with Jaws wide-gaping, he swam through a limitless sea in never-ending fatuous circles. The queer furnishings he bore scared away others of his kind. Lonely and silent he passed like Cain among the fishes till starvation and sheer misery ended his existence. Cruel? Of course It was. But sure ly, like the venomous snake, the shark has long put himself beyond the pale of human mercy. Soft-hearted as ho usually Is. the sailor-man has a long memory. The shark has followed for weeks in the shadow of his ship, and has watched each mnn of the crew with greedy malevolent eye. There Is a heavy debt agninst all the shark tribe for many a lost mariner, nnd. when the chance comes to settle old scores, the sailor pays it to the full. Besides the thing has the sanction of Immemorial custom. It \\*as some old Phoenician, trading out of Tyre to the far Cassltorides. who, probably, first put the trick in practice.—Wide World Magazine. Just a Man! In the long line of cabs and automo biles in front of a big New York hotel was one car around which a few idlers bad cathered. Something was wrong. hut, indeed he could not have seen it for the corral was ulmost directly be neath it, but if it had been in full view he would not have looked back, he could not trust himself to, every in stinct, every Impulse in his soul would fain drag him back to that hut and to the woman. It was only his will and, did he but know it, her will that inado him carry out his purpose. He would have saved perhaps half a mile on his Journey if he had gone straight across the lake to the mouth of the canon. Wo are creatures of habit. He had always gono around the lake on the familiar trail and un consciously he followed that trail that morning. He was thinking of her as he plodded on in a mechanical way while the trail followed the border of the lake for a time, plunged into the woods, wound among the pines, at least reaching that narrow rift in the en circling wall through which the river flowed. He had passed along the trail oblivious to all his surroundings, but as he came to the entrance he cculd not fall to notice what ho suddenly saw in the snow. Robinson Crusoe when he discov ered the famous footprint of Man Fri day in the sand was not more aston ished at what met his visiou than Newbold on that winter morning. For there, in the virgin whiteness, were the tracks of a mnn! He stopped dead with a sudden con traction of the heart. Humanity oth er than he and she in that wilderness? ! It could not be! For a moment he 1 doubted the evidence of his own sen : ses. He shook his pack loose from his shoulders and bent down to examine tlie tracks to read if he could their indications. He could see that some one had come up the canon, that some one had leaned against the wall, that sorao one had gone on. Where had he gone? To follow the new trail was child’s play for him. He ran by the side of it until he reached the knoll. The stranger had stopped again, ho had shifted frem one foot to another, evi dently he had been looking about him seeking some one, only Enid Mait land of course. The trail ran forward to the edge of the frozen lake, there the man had put on his snow shoes, there he had sped across the lake like an arrow, and like an arrow himself although he had left behind his own snow shoes, Newbold ran upon his track. Fortunately the snow crust up bore him. The trail ran straight to the foot of the rocky stairs The new comer had easily found his way there. With beating heart and throbbing pulse, Newbold himself bouuded up the acclivity after the stranger, mark ing as he did so evidences of the oth er's prior ascent. Benching the top like him he ran down the narrow path and in his turn laid his hand upon the door. He was not mistaken, ho heard voices within. He listened a second and then flung it open, and as the oth er had done, he entered. Way back on the trail, old Kirkby and Robert Maitland, the storm having ceased, were rapidly climbing up the canon. Fate was bringing all the ac tors of the little drama within the shadow of her hand. (TO BE CONTINUED.) •Tone upon the ground lay an animal of some kind. A dear old lady hap pened along. She saw the little knot of people and put up her glasses to observe the cause. Then she saw the brown fur of the thing on the icy as phalt. "Poor creature, poor creature!" said she aloud in her compassion. "Is its leg broken?" She pushed close to the prostrate figure in the brown fur. It moved. The dear old lady took a closer look. Then she made a sound approximating a ladylike snort. It was the chauffeur of one of the taxi cabs. clad in his brown fuzzy coat, in the usual attitude of flatness, tinker ing the under part of his machine with a monkey wrench. The dear old lady, all her sympathy curdled, hurried on. American Girl Supreme. The women seen In the German res taurants. while better groomed nnd better looking than the average Eng lish women, do not look nnything like as chic aB they do in America. Their clothes do not fit ns well, nnd they seem to not possess the air of confi dence or the vivacity nnd merriment of the American women —they appear to not be sure of themselves, not wholly nccustomed to the new life. This contrast is very noticeable in Berlin, nnd much more so In other German cities. This is why a pretty up-to-date New York or Chicago girl never fnils to become the center of attraction In Germany, and Immediate ly she enters a restaurant she Is the cynosure of nil eyes—National Food Magazine. Floating a Rubber Company. The best rubber story Is the latest, reserved for the telling by the secret tary of state for the colonies. Mr. Hnrcourt, at the British North Borneo dinner, said that a city friend of his was approached with a view to float ing a rubber company. His friend was quite ready "How many trees have you?” ho asked. “We have not got any trees,” was the nnswer. "How much land have you got?” "We hnve no land. “What, then, have you got?” "I hnve a bag of seeds.”—Lon don Saturday Review. HARD FOR THE HOUSEWIFE It’s hard enough to keep house If in i>erfect health, but a woman who is w eak, tired and suffering all of the time with an aching back has a heavy burden to carry. Any woman in this condition has good cause to suspect kidney trouble, especially if the kidney action seems disordered at all. Doan’s Kidney Pills have cured thousands of women suffering in this way It is the best-recom mended special kidney remedy. ' t ® Get Doan's at any Drug Store, 50c. a Box Doan's Accorded Full Title. One of the New York representa tives in congress tells of a social function in an assembly district po litical club on the East side, whereat the chaiman of the entertainment committee acted as master of cere monies. The chairman was very busy intro ducing the newly-arrived members of the club to the guests, who Included a number of municipal officers. The representative mentioned was pre sented in away to halve his official honors with his wife, as “The Honor able and Mrs. Congressman Blank.” Next came a couple who were not known to the master of ceremonies, but, after receiving the correct name in a whisper, he announced; "Mr. and Mrs. Inspector of Hy drants, Faucets nnd Shopworks Ca sey.”—Lippincott's. How Ht Left. The servants were discussing the matter below stairs. "Master and mistress 'ad something of a row last night, I ’ear," said the butler ponderously. "They tell me 'a ran out, cranked ’is "You should have heard ’em,” an swered the parlor maid in a shocked tone. "Scandalous is what I calls it!” motor car and left in it.” ’’No.'' said the maid, positively, “lie didn’t leave in his machine; I dis tinctly heard the mistress say he left in a huff.” —London Answers. Case of Mistaken Identity. President Taft was out for his aft ernoon walk in Washington one day when a flaxen-haired little girl ran out in front of him. held up her finger, and exclaimed, in a shrill voice: "I know who you are!” The president, thinking it not at all unusual that she should possess this information, but willing gratify her. asked; "Well, who am I?” "Aw,” she said teasingly, “you’re Humpty Dumpty.”—Popular Maga zine. Births In the Air. The International Congress on Ae rial Legislation, sitting at Geneva, Switzerland, is evolving a very de tailed code of laws. One of its sug gested paragraphs reads: "In the event of a birth occurring in an air craft the pilot is to enter the event in his log book and must notify the fact to the authorities at the first place at which he descends." Accounted For. "How is it so many people seem able to get the money to buy automobiles with?" ”If you only notice, they arc the eas iest things in the world with which tc raise the dust." Autocratic Assertions. “Are you a servant of the people?' asked the constituent. ’Yes.'' replied Senator Sorghum “Only it should be observed that a really first-class servant may come pretty nearly being a boss." Appropriate Name. “Why does that doctor’s wife call her husband, duckie?" "Why not? Isn't he a quack?,’ A girl never boosts a new love af fair by boasting of an old one. r > “That’s Good” Is often said of Post Toasties i when eaten with cream or rich milk and a sprinkle of sugar if desired. That’s the cue for house- I keepers who want to please the whole family. Post Toasties are ready to serve direct from the package— Convenient Economical Delicious “The Memory Lingers” Sold by Grocers. Poetum Cereal Company. Limited. Battle Creek, Mid).