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CHAPTER XXIII.
The twelve months elapsing since
the September afternoon that witness
ed Rose de Cazeneau's disillusion in
regard to her trusted “Captain Jean’’
had been uneventful ones for her,
until very recently, when she had
met Lazalie under Gen. La Roche’s
hospitable roof, and, for the first
time in her life, found a girl friend.
The dark beauty and indifferent
manner of the Spanish girl possessed
a strange and powerful attraction for
the gentle-natured Rose; and Lazalie.
feeling the other’s admiration and
liking, had reciprocated In away that
brought to the surface her better
and more womanly self.
The general had for a guest at this
time the son of an old friend, Col.
Thomas Stewart of Kentucky, who,
sending young Harold to New Or
leans upon a matter of business, had
asked for him La Roche’s hospitality.
La Roche and the two girls were
breakfasting when Lafltte arrived.
Brigida, who was superintending cer
tain domestic matters in a front room
of the house, was the first to see his
approach.
Gen. La Roche, with the impetuos
ity of a much younger man. sprang
from his chair and crossed the room
to grasp Lafltte’s hand, welcoming
him in words which were but careless
ly heard; for the newcomer glanced
from Lazalie, who had followed her
best's movements, to the childish fig
ure still seated at the table—to the
lovely face, flushing and paling by
turns, while the violet eyes, with a
startled and yet not altogether dis
pleased light showing in them, were
raised to meet his own.
Not offering to touch her hand, he
said, with a bow, “I hope, mademoi
selle, that I And you quite well.”
She answered In a low voice, her
manner, with the color still going and
doming in her cheeks, suggesting
nothing more than usual shyness. I
“And why should you, and every one, like him so much—such a wicked,
dreadful man?”
Turning from her, and while Albert,
the butler, showing as much pleas
ure as he thought it dignified to mani
fest, was, by his master’s order, pre
paring another place at the table,
Lafltte told Gen. La Roche o. the sail
ors who were waiting outside with
their burdens; and the general, pre
ceded by Lafltte, started to leave the
room as a cheery whistling, accom
panied by the sound of footsteps upon
the oaken stairs, announced that Har
old Stewart was coming down to
breakfast.
Lafltte was already In the hall, and
Li Roche, pausing a moment, turned
back to say, in a carefully lowered
tone, “Senorlta Lazalie —Mademoi-
selle Rose, I must warn both of you
to have a care how you mention the
name of Lafltte In the hearing of
young Stewart. Remember,” he add
ed, with unmistakable emphasis, "he
must be 'Captain Jean,’ and no one
else, so long as he is here with us.”
Lazalie nodded, with a smile of ap
preciation, but Mademoiselle de Caze
neau looked with troubled eyes at the
general as he hurried out.
fshe was greatly puzzled, as indeed
she had been more than once during
the past year, to understand how it
was that people for whom she could
have nothing but respect should seem
to find no objection to fraternizing
with the dreadful Lafltte, and she was
beginning to wonder how much of un
truth there might be in the terrible
stories she had heard concerning him.
It was all a perplexing puzzle, and
the girl sighed as she stirred her
chocolate.
Lazalie, hearing the sigh, laughed
a* her white teeth bit into her toast.
“Why do you sigh to woefully, my
little Rose, and look so tragic? These
gentlemen have their secrets to pre
serve, especially just now, when one
cannot be sure that his neighbor will
not betray him for a chance to curry
favor with the governor, or he is not
scheming for opening the way to the
English.”
Rose’s reply, whatever it might have
been, was checked by the entrance
of Gen. La Roche and Lafltte, and
young Stewart stared suprisedly at
the tall, straight form following his
host.
“Mr. Stewart," said the general, “I
BY MARY DEVEREUX
wish to present you to my friend,
Captain Jean, who has come to see
me upon a matter of business. Mr.
Stewart” —now speaking to Lafltte, as
the young man rose and took the for
mer's extended hand—“is the son of
an old friend, whom I think you have
met in past years. He was then En
sign Tommy Stewart, but now he is,
if you please. Col. Thomas Stewart of
Kentucky, a member of General Jack
son's staff.”
“I remember having met him in
New Orleans, some years ago; and I
an: pleased to make the acquaintance
of bis son.”
As the breakfast proceeded, accom
panied by a general and inconsequent
chatter, Lafitte’s keen eyes took note
of the way in which the young man
looked at Mademoiselle de Cazeneau;
and it seemed to him that not only
was she conscious of Stewart’s atten
tion, but that it embarrassed her.
A fury, sudden and savage, possess
ed him at the thought of this band
some young stranger daring to covet
what was to him, who had Known her
so long, the most precious thing in
all his world.
• • • •
“By Jove!” exclaimed Harold Stew
art. "By Jove, Senorlta what
a fascinating fellow this Captain Jean
is!”
The two were sitting in a shaded
summer house. Mademoiselle de Caze
neau having disappeared immediately
after breakfast, making—as Brigida
told Lazalie* —the excuse of wishing to
see her grandfather at. Kanauhana.
“Have you known him long?” he
inquired.
"Yes, for several years,” she an
swered carelessly, adding, as though
feeling little interest in Capt. Jean,
"I wonder why Rose slipped away
alone. She always likes to have me
go with her.”
If Lazalie could have seen her lit
tle friend her wonder would have been
increased.
Up in the room assigned to her at
Kanauhana, and made invitingly cozy
for their beloved young mistress by
Barbe and Zeney—the latter, by the
way, never falling to show her Jeal
ousy of the French woman’s closer
relations with Mademoiselle Rose —
was that young lady lying, a tumbled
mass of pale blue draperies, upon a
large, old-fashioned divan. Her head
and face were burled in the pillows,
and she was sobbing convulsively.
It was thus that Zeney found her.
and the old negress pausing on the
door sill, exclaimed shrilly, “La-la-la!
What is this? Precious bird, tell Ze
ney who it is that has brought tears
to the light of her eyes.”
She spoke in the French patois of
her fellows, but with a better accent
and choice of words.
The sobs ceased, but the face burled
itself still deeper In the pillows, and
a little hand waved her off impa
tiently.
"It is that proud Spanish missy!"
exclaimed Zeney, with sudden anger.
"I don't like her. She has made you
cry. Come home, my honey; don’t
you stay where she is.”
"Lazalie has nothing to do with it.”
was the reply, uttered with a spirit
and emphasis that appeared to re
store the speaker’s composure. '*She
knows nothing of it, I tell you. It is,”
with manifest indecision—“only that
I felt unhappy and I cannot tell my
self why. But,” —as if determined to
find a reason—“l wish that Capt.
fltte had not come to see Gen.
Roche this morning.”
"La-la,” said Zeney. a new light
creeping into her shriveled face, while
she nodded her turbaned head until
hpr long earrings clicked against, the
string of gold beads tightly encircling
her skinny neck. "Then good Capt.
Jean is still alive and well! I am
glad—so glad.”
“Why should you be glad? What
makes every one love him so?” de
manded her mistress petulantly, as
Bhe wiped her face and eyes with the
morsel of cambric and lace serving
her as a handkerchief.
"Why should I not be glad, my pret
ty one? Aye. so long as Zeney lives,
she has reason to be glad when all
is well with Capt. Jean.”
"B'«t. why should you be?” repeated
Mademoiselle de Cazeneau, her man
ner softening somewhat at Zeney a
evident sincerity. “And why - should
you. and every one, like him so much
—such a wicked, dreadful man?”
The adjectives were indisputably
harsh—more so than the manner in
which they were uttered, and the vio
let eyes held a suggestion that the
speaker would not object to knowing
that her application of them was mis
placed.
"Wicked—dreadful!” echoed Zeney,
shaking her head violently. "No, no,
never is Captain Jean either of
these.”
“But Mamraan Zillah once told me.”
said Mademoiselle de Cazeneau, with
the air of one seeking to remove un
pleasant doubts from the mind, “that
years ago when she belonged to a
man up at Contraband Bayou, she saw
Capt. Lafltte and two other men go
Into the woods with a horse. They
had shovels and picks, and she fol
lowed them to see what they would
do. She saw them digging a hole,
like a grave; but it was a big chest
they dug up. And there was gold in
the chest, for she saw it when the
men began filling some bags. Then
she was so frightened for fear they
would see her that she ran home to
her cabin. And —” here Mademoi
selle de Cazeneau’s eyes opened wide
to their full width and her voice took
a minor note, while her manner be
came imbued with horrible suggest
iveness—"a few hours later she saw
the horse come out of the woods, with
the bags across its back; but only
Capt. Jean came out of the woods
with the horse."
Zeney laughed derisively, and again
shook her head.
“That story came on horseback,
Missy, along with the others you have
heard, and Zillah ought to be well
whipped for telling such a wicked lie.
If she ever saw such a thing, then the
two men had gone off in some other
way to look after their own business,
which was what Zillah ought to have
been doing.”
But Mademoiselle de Cazeneau was,
although apparently against her
own will, still unconvinced,
for she added impressively.
"Zillah said that they afterward
found the two men dead In the woods.
And I have* heard other stories, too —
of how he has made men jump intc
the sea when he burned or scuttled
their ships, and took all they had on
board.”
"Capt. Jean steal! Capt. Jean mur
der!” cried Zeney, her eyes flashing
with indignation. “Such things he
never did, and all such stories are
lies—black lies. How can you be
lieve them, or think of them, my
honey, when you once thought him
so good and noble?”
The question was unanswered, and
Zeney, after a moment’s pause, added,
"If there is any truth in such talk,
it was wicked Capt. Laro who did
these things; but Capt. Jean—never.”
“Laro —Capt. Laro!” said her young
mistress, with a puzzled little frown,
and raising a hand to push back the
clustering hair from her now cooled
cheeks. “Ah, yes; it comes to me. 1
have heard my mother speak of him;
it was he who brought her from
France.”
“It was he, too, who brought Capt
Jean here to Louisiana."
"He did?” the girl asked in sur
prise. “And did you know him then
—when ho was a boy?”
The negress nodded. “He seemed
a comrade then, young as he was, of
the captain’s—a comrade in business
He was a wicked—very wicked man—
a ‘scallerat,’ this Capt. Laro; and it
was surely he, and not Capt. Jean,
who did the wicked deeds you have
heard about, my honey.”
“And where now is Capt. Laro—
do you know, Zeney?”
“Dead and gone, Missy—so I’ve
been told. And if so, then r.e is down
with the devil, I reckon,” answered
the old woman grimly, rising to her
fe<Jl as Lazalie's voice was heard from
the hall below, calling, "Rose, my lit
tle Rosi, where are you?”
(To be continued.)
SUPPLIES DURING A SIEGE.
Primitive Incubators Used Whe* Gib
raltar Was Beleaguered.
Rome months after the siege of Gib
raltar began Admiral Rodney reached
tho rock with twenty-one ships of the
line and brought in vast quantities
of supplies. In April, 1781. about a
year after Rodney’s visit. Admiral
Darby, with the British grand fleet,
also anchored at Gibraltar and
brought in supplies. On one occasion
a vessel from Naples was driven to
the rock with 6,000 bushels of barley,
which the garrison found of unspeak
able value. Then, too, while the bom
bardment destroyed most of the
houses, the English found it possible
to raise large amounts of vegetables
and garden supplies.
They even raised chickens, follow
ing out an original method of incuba
tion. the forerunner of the process in
vegue to-day. Eggs were put in tin
cans and kept heated by water until
they hatched. In order to get the
brood cared for it was necessary tc
take a capon, pull out the breast
feathers, scratch the fowl's breast
with nettles until it bled and then
settle him upon the downy chicks.
Tf»» relief given the smarting wounds
by the soft down of the brood was sc
great that adoption speedily followed
—Chicago Chronicle.
Wheels Used as Alarm Bells.
Locomotive drive wheels can still
make a racket, even after having
bedn worn out for traveling purposes.
The railroads give them to small
towns as fire alarm bells. They are
framed and hung up for that purpose
being capable of alarming a wide
te»ritory when properly pounded.
Most of the smaller towns In New
Jersey have them.
FAULTS OF THE MISTRESS.
Not Always as Considerate as Bhe
Might Be.
The capable mistress la generally
the most considerate, and there is no
question but that she is the strongest
factor in the production of whatever
good service is given in the household
to-day, writes Jane Seymour Klink, in
the Atlantic. Nevertheless, she Is
sometimes inconsiderate, and in this
way: She can "turn off work” so
quickly herself that she often forgets
others have not the same faculty.
Girls In a new place are often slow
just because they are so nervously
anxious to please. A capable mistress,
impatient because things are not mov
ing so rapidly as she knows they can
move, does not always give a maid
the two weeks’ trial, by which Ehe
could do herself justice. Again, the
capable mistress comes into the kitch
en to make a cake. Everything is
ready to her hand, and she whisks
up the cake in a few minutes, telling
Jane to bake it carefully. She goes
up stairs and contrasts her quickness
with Jane’s slowness, forgetting that
she had neither placed things In readi
ness, nor cleared them away, neither
superintended the baking.
HAD AN ANCIENT FLAVOR.
Spring Lamb Undoubtedly, but Date
Was In Question.
“The late Col. P. W. Keyes, the
noted pioneer miner,” said a resident
of.Vlrginla City, ‘‘will be missed here,
for ho *ad a generous hand and a
witty tongue.
"It would be easy to multiply sto
ries of his charities. It would be easy
to multiply stories of his ready wit.
I’ll give you a story of the latter sort.
“Col. Keyes and I went one day to
lunch together at the Virginia City
restaurant that was Mark Twain’s
favorite when he was an editor here.
We decided to have spring lamb. The
waiter brought the lamb, and it was
tough with a muttony flavor.
“ 'Waiter,' said Col. Keyes, ‘do you
call this spring lamb?'
“ ‘That is what I do sir,’ said the
waiter firmly. ‘Genuine spring lamb,
that ’ere.’
“ ‘Ahem,’ said Col. Keyes, ‘what
year?’ ” —Kansas City Journal.
Seven Agee of an American.
Ail America s a field.
And almost all the men are baseball
players;
They have their innings and they chase
the ball.
And each man In his life Is struck out
many times;
His standing is well shown by seven;
At first the infant, with serious mind
intent.
Alert to learn how best to play the game;
And then the boy, with eyes to knot hole
glued.
J’rom far off following the progress of
the game;
And then the youth who proudly tends
the bats
And gains admittance to the game Itself;
Tben as a strong young man himself oft
seen
In uniform and playing with a will;
So drifting on in years, but always bent
To see each game and criticise the play;
And ihen the rooter hoarse who knows
it all.
And Is confirmed, unshakable, a bleach
erlte;
Last scene of all. too feeble to attend the
game.
But eagerly demanding to the last the
score.
—New York Press.
In Johannesburg.
“Johannesburg as a town surprises
and disappoints,” writes a South Af
rican traveler. “It has been put up
In a hurry and is mostly built of cor
rugated Iron. There are finished
buildings, mostly of stucco, and innu
merable shanties. There are wide
streets, but they are all dusty. Com
missioner street is the main artery
for business. It is there that, In im
itation of America, sky-scrapers have
been built, which domineer over the
town more than the old fort does. Sun
day in Johannesburg is honored In
the breach and not in the observance.
Johannesburg is a young thing yet,
not out of its teens, but it apes the
manners of centuries.”
The Hedgehog’s Frown.
A hedgehog curls itself up by a
frown—that is, by muscles like those
which produce a frown —and it frowns
severely or gently according to cir
cumstances. If it is poked hard, it
“sighs” itself tighter. If really hurt,
it frowns into a tight ball. The prick
les can be erected in a measure,
though as they point all ways this is
not needed. They are as sharp as
needles. We have only known one
dog, a large black and white setter,
which would deliberately bite a hedge
hog till it killed it. But this dog was
quite mad, and shared some of the an
aesthesia common to certain lunatics.
—London Spectator.
Some Chinese Names.
The Chinese arp not entirely con
tent with the names which dwellers
in various lands have given to their
countries and in consequence they
have invented names of their own for
them, some of which are* very apt
and descriptive. For instance, France
is called “Fa-Ko,” the land of lawless
ness; Germany is "Te-Ko,” the virtu
ous country; England is “Tlng-Ko,”
the blooming land, and America is
“Mel-Ko,” the beautiful land.
Living on Simple Food.
The statement that a man can exist
on 1% kilos (31-3 pounds) of rye
bread consumed dally is, of course,
purely theoretical, Inasmuch as no one
is able to live on rye bread alone for
a length of time. But if the bread is
made more palatable by the addition
of butter, sausages, or the like, and if
some other food is substituted every
day for part of the bread, such a bev
erage as warm coffee being also con
sumed, then the statement expresses
what actually happens with many peo
>le.
BILLIONS USED EACH YEAR.
Enormous Number of 8ho« Lace Eyes
Annually Called For.
“Some of the apparently most tri
vial things in this world are the most
necessary things and fortunes are
made in manufacturing them,” said
Ralph L. Jenkins.
“Take the lace eyes of shoe*, foi
instance. The average person neve;
gives them a thought, but they are in
dispensable to our footwear, and there
are factories that devote themselves
exclusively to making them. Did you
ever stop to think how many of those
little things are used every year?
“On the basis of the population of
the United States being 80.000,000.
this country uses more than 3,000,000
of lace eyes and hooks a year. Every
man, woman and child will wear out
on an average two pairs of shoes in
twelve months. The majority of peo
ple have two feet and there are twen
ty eyes and hooks on each shoe. Use
your arithmetic and see what the to
tal is. It footß up to 2,000,000 more
than 3,ooo,ooo.”—Milwaukee Sentinel.
USE FOR CAYENNE PEPPER.
In the Form of a Sandwich It Will In
duce Sleep.
Sufferers from insomnia should try
cayenne pepper sandwiches. Cut a
slice of thin bread —a plain biscuit
may be used —butter it generously,
and add a liberal sprinkling of cayenne
pepper. Cover it over with a thiD
slice of bread or a biscuit, as the case
may be. It is surprising what little in
convenience is experienced, merely a
slight, smarting sensation in the
mouth, which is soon over. The sand
wich should be eaten Just before re
tiring, and soon after the sufferer will
be asleep. The pepper acts as a stim
ulant to the stomach, drawing the
blood from the excited brain and in
ducing sleep. A cayenne pepper sand
wich is much less harmful than drugs
and, when taken in small quantities, is
a good tonic for a weak stomach. Bil
ious headache has also been known to
yield to a cup of hot water to which
has been added a generous pinch ol
ceyenne pepper and a nip of soda as
big as a pea.
Their Ideas About Women.
The Hottentots and Bushmen believe
women are a necessary evil, and the
younger they break their wives in the
better. They feel that ten years it
none too young, for girls of these years
are more pliable and more easily mold
ed. It must be granted that the Hot
tentots use milder methods than do
the Australians. They do not kill the
girls who refuse to marry. The Hot
tentot often goes to the hut of a girl
and makes her a cup of coffee, then
hands It to her without adding a word.
If she drinks half of It he knows her
answer is “yes.” If she refuses tc
touch the coffee he feels his is
hopeless, but he Is not grieved; he
visits a neighboring hut and tries his
luck again.
Jiu-Jitsu vs. Hockey.
If you want to rf*ar a nation
To be fit for future scraps,
Cut away this imitation
That you’re taking from the Japs.
You can never win your battles
With the.se money springs and squats—
To the Highlands and play hockey with
the Scots!
"Hoot man! Hoot!” says big Macdon
ald.
And MacWUllams answers "Hoot!’’
As he smashes Angus Campbell
On the apex of his snoot.
While the polished floor is freckled
By a score of crimson spots—
Ah, you're busy when you hockey with
the Scots!
Hear Macpherson’s smothered curses
As his bosom swells with pride.
And the horses on the hearses
Paw the atmosphere outside,
Yklth the coroner and undertaker
Waiting business on the spot—
Oh, you're strenuous wb%n you hockey
with a Scot!
—Cy Warman, New York Sun.
Nose Poked Into Other Businesses.
The man with a good olfactory or
gan can earn big pay outside the
dairy business. The whisky testers
rely upon the sense of smell more
than upon that of taste to judge goods
and some whisky smellers draw large
salaries. These men both smell and
taste in Judging the goods. They poui
a small amount of the liquor into a
glass, whirl the glass sharply and
sniff the vapor.
Alcoholic cordials, especially such
as creme de menthe, chartreuse and
absinthe, are tested almost entirely by
the sense of smell, and big buyers
would rather have the judgment of a
smeller than of the best chemist upon
the quality of the goods.
Courtesy.
A disagreeable child is likel} to
grow up a churl. It Is about time no*
that Americans began to cultivate the
finer sensibilities. Emerson says:
"Give a boy dress and accomplish
ments and you give him the mastery
of palaces and fortunes wherever he
goes. He has not the trouble to earn
or own them. They solicit him to
enter and possess.” Children depend
for their good manners upon the ex
ample set by their parents. No pollcj
pays like politeness. Let two young
men apply for the same situation and
usually the better-mannered will get
the Job. —Boston Post.
Ills We Might Have.
A famous writer said: “Man In gen
eral, or (as It is expressed) on the
average, does not live above two and
twenty years; and during these two
and-twenty years he is liable to two
and-twenty thousand evils, many ot
which are Incurable. Yet even In thij
oreadful state, men will strut and
figure on the stage of life; they make
love at the hazard of destruction; and
intrigue, carry on war, and form pro
jects. Just as if they were to live in
luxury and delight for a thousand
Rges.”
NO MORE HEADACHE
GENEBAL WEAKNESS AND PFVIB
DISAPPEAR TOO.
Dow m Woman Was Freed from Tronble*
That Had Made Ufe Wretched for jf
Many Years.
The immediate causes of headaches *
vary, but most of them come from pool
or poisoned blood. In auamiia the blood
is scanty or thin ; the nerves are imper
fectly nourished and paiu is the way in *
which they express their freakness. In
colds the blood absorbs poison from the
mucous surfaces, and the poison irritates
the nerves and produces paiu. In rheu
matism, malaria and the grip, the poison
in the blood produces like disoomfort. In
iudigestiou the gases from the impure
matter kept in the system affect the
blood in the same way.
The ordinary headache-cnres at best
give only temporary relief. They deaden
the pain bnt do not drive the poison out
of the blood. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills
on the contrary thoroughly renew the
blood and the pain disappears perma
nently. Women in particular have found
these pills an unfailing relief in head
aches caused by an senna.
Miss Stella Blocker recently said: "Dr.
Williams’ Pink Pills did me a great deal
of good. I had headache nearly all the
time. After I had taken three boxes of a/
these pills I becam entirely well."
“How long had you suffered?’’she •
was asked.
“For several years. I can’t tell tho
exact date when my illness began for it -
came on by slow degrees. I had been *
going down hill for many years."
" Did yon have any other ailments?" 4
“ I was very weak and sometimes I had
fever. My liver and kidneys were af
fected as well as my head."
" How did yon coino to take tho rem
edy that cured you?"
“ I saw in a southern newspaper a
statement of some person who was cured
of a like trouble by Dr. Williams’ Pink
Pills. My physician hadn’t done me any
good, so I bought a box of these pills.
After I had taken one box I felt so much
better that I kept on until I became en
tirely well."
Miss Blocker’s home is at Leander,
Louisiana. Dr. Williams’Pink,Pills are
sold by all druggists. Besides headache
they cure neuralgia, sciatica, nervous
prostration, partial paralysis and rheu
matism.
Trade in Arizona Cactus.
A large business has been worked
up by Arizonans in the gathering and
sale of cactus and desert plants, for
which there seems to be an ever-in
creasing demand in the Eastern slates
and in Europe. , Near Phoenix is a
large nursery devoted solely to the
care and sale of prickly plants. Two
German horticultural gardens have
expeditions in the field in Arizona,
gathering and shipping rare sped- \
mens, without reference to size. Some
immense saguras. weighing tons, have
been created and shipped to Dussel
dorff. Fairmount park Philadelphia,
is to have an Arizona garden, for
which Gardener Smith of the Arizona A
capitol grounds is engaged in gather
ing choice specimens of desert flora.
Oil for Country Roads.
William Rockefeller, who owns a
half dozen large automobiles and tour
ing cars, is showing great interest in
the improvement of the highways in
the towns along the Hudson. His lat
est proposition to the local authorities
is to sprinkle the Albany post road .
and other thoroughfares near his*
home at Tarrytown with crude oil.
Mr. Rockefeller believes the oil Will
lay the dust during the summer and
harden the roads until they will re
semble macadam. Ii the highway au
thorities adopt the suggestion. Mr.
Rockefeller will supply oil free of
charge to the towns, from the cars of
the Standard Oil Company. The au
thorities will take up the proposition
and probably give it a trial this
spring.
COFFEE HEART
Very Plain In Some People.
A great many people go on suffer
ing from annoying ailments for a long
time before they can get their own
consent to give up the indulgence
from which their trouble arises.
A gentleman in Brooklyn describes
his experience as follows:
"I became satisfied some months
ago that I owed the palpitation of the
heart, from which I suffered almost
daily, to the use of coffee (I had been
a coffee drinker for 30 years), but I
found it very hard to give up the bev
erage.
‘‘l realized that I must give up the 4
harmful indulgence In coffee but I
felt the necessity for a hot table
drink, and as tea Is not to my liking. I
was at a loss for awhile wbat to do.
“One day I ran across a very sen
sible and straightforward presenta
tion of the claims of Postum Food
Coffee, and was so impressed thereby
that I concluded to give it a trial. My
experience with it was unsatisfactory 9
till I learned how it ought to be pre
pared—by thorough boiling for not
less than 15 or 20 minutes. After I
learned that lesson there was no
trouble. Postum Food Coffee proved
to be a most palatable and satisfac
tory hot beverage, and I have used it
ever since.
"The effect on my health has been
most salutary. It has completely
cured the heart palpitation from which
1 used to suffer so much, particularly
after breakfast, and I never have a re
turn of It except when I dine or lunch
away from home and am compelled
to drink the old kind of coffee because t
Postum Is not served. I find that Pos
tum Food Coffee cheers and Invigor
ates while it produces no harmful
stimulation.” Name given by Postum
Co.. Battle Creek, Mich.
There’s a reason.
Ten days' trial proves an eye open
er to many.
Read the little book, "The Road to
Wellvllle” In every pkg.