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V ) %> w C, j /. — I —•• SYNOPSIS. Lieutenant Holton is detached from his command in the navy at the outset of the Spanish-American war and assigned to important secret service duty. While din ing at a Washington hotel he detects a waiter in the act of robbing a beautiful young lady. She thanks him for his serv ice and gives her name as Miss La Tossa. a Cuban patriot. Later he meets her at a ball. A secret service man warns Hol ton that the girl is a spy. Senor La Tossa chides Ais daughter for her failure to secure important . information from Holton. She leaves for her home in Cuba. Holton is ordered to follow her. CHAPTER IV. A Frank Admission. Holton’s requisitions were promptly attended to, and by the time he had completed his packing at the cluh his tickets for the Florida Special had ar rived. He lunched with Billy Holt of the ordnance department, and then took a hack to the station, where he found the train made up. He had several magazines in his hands, and settled down to read with his feet luxuriously resting on the other seat of his sec tion. It was not many minutes, however, before he yawned broadly, and five minutes thereafter his magazine had tumbled from his hand and he was fast asleep. As he fell into slumber two men approached the porter, and, throwing open their coats, displayed Secret Service shields. While their English was perfect, they were surely of the Latin race. “Ya-as, suh —all right, gen’l’men.” The porter was very much Impressed. ‘•Ya-as, suh, go right along.” “As they approached Holton’s sec tion one of them stopped. “Well, here he is,” he remarked. “Yes, and asleep, too. He’s bound for Tampa for a surety.” “Yes; but, now that he kindly sleeps, we might as well go farther.” He bent down and carefully drew Holton’s bag out into the aisle. “Quick,” he said, looking up, “the keys.” Hiff companion drew from his pocket a large bunch of keys, and the man tried several without success. Finally, becoming impatient, he drew the bag to the seat behind Holton, and, drawing his knife, cut a long hole near the top. Then, inserting his hand and arm, he fished about for several minutes, but without feeling anything other than wearing appai'ei and toilet articles. Finally he straightened up and pushed the bag into the place whence it had been withdrawn with the frown ing remark: “Well, we’ll have to let him go; we’ve done our part.” The two men spent some time in the station, framing a telegram in cipher, which, when completed, was sent to Tampa. Then they disappeared. Holton In the meantime slept, and was still asleep when the train moved out. Awakened by a sudden turn of the cars, he started bolt upright and looked about him with only a vague idea as to where he was. When he came to a realizing sense of his situ ation he looked at his watch, and then tried to resume his nap. But this time he did not fall asleep, and so, after fidgeting about for half an hour, he -decided to go into the smoker. He had some very excellent cigars, in his grip, and, pulling out the bag, he leaned down to unlock it, when he saw the long hole which had been cut in the shining pigskin. He regarded the damage for a sec ond with rising anger, and then un locked the valise and searched it thor oughly to see what had been stolen. For his only idea whs that some sneak thieves had taken advantage of his slumber. But, finding everything intact, he was obliged to cast about for another explanation. It was then that the thought of spies occurred to him. Thus thinking, he rose from his seat and looked searchingly over the oc cupants of his car. Almost the first person his eyes lighted upon was a girl in the section diagonally opposite him. One glance at her profile was sufficient to send Holton stumbling and gasping back into his seat. The girl was Miss La Tossa. He thought for a moment. Oh, to be sure, he had risen to find out who had maltreated his hag. Then— Good Heavens! Holton’s hands flew to his head after the most approved MONKEY A BURGLAR SUSPECT Chicago Crook Thought by the Po lice of That City to Have a Sim ian Assistant. Some hard-pressed organ grinder has turned burglar and is using his trained monkey as an accomplice, ac cording to the theory advanced by the Chicago police to account for cer tain mysterious robberies committed recently in the northern part of that city and in Evanston. The burglarious monkey—if it was a burglar—visited the home of H. B. Wheelock, in Evanston. Monkey foot prints were discovered on a window sill and the heavy shoe marks of a man on the ground below. “It was about midnight when I heard a, voice in the open window,” said Mrs. Wheelock. “Then I heard a squeal and a soft thud as the animal leaped to the top of the bureau. This was followed by angry squealing. My husband was awakened. I heard a tray in which I kept a few trinkets be ing slid across the bureau. My hus band leaped fro:<a bed and groped to manner of tragedy, and for a moment he tried to dismiss the surging thoughts from his mind. But no, the facts were large and luminous and not to be denied, and these facts were as follows: He had gone asleep in the car, his bag had been cut open and rifled. Now, then, Miss La Tossa had been designated by men who should know whereof they spoke as a spy. Miss La Tossa was the only other person in the car—he paused. He just would not think it, that was all. So, picking up a magazine, he set tled back in his seat and tried to lose himself in a serial story. For a while he kept his mind fairly well upon the tale, but eventually he " found his thoughts straying to the girl in front of him. Eventually h<3 flung the mag azine aside and shifted about uneasily. After all, was he playing the game as he should? Silent contempt was all right if it ryere only noticed. But silent contempt when the person against whom it is directed does not feel it, is hardly a satisfactory course to pursue. With this thought, Holton arose from his seat and, with a self-conscious smile, bustled up to Miss La Tossa as though he had just discovered her presence. “Why, of all things!” he exclaimed. “How do you do, Miss La Tossa!” Her book fell to the floor and she looked up. “Mr. Holton!” she cried. “The very same,” laughed Holton, “and may I ask what strange circum stances have brought us together again?” “I was just going to ask you that." Holton looked at her curiously, hard ly knowing what reply to make, ,after such a check. “Where are you going?” he inquired at length. “To Tampa and thence to my home,” she responded. “Oh!” Holton shifted doubtfully. “I’m going to Tampa, too.” “Really.” “I trust if I can be of any service you will avail yourself of my pres ence, Miss La Tossa,” he added some what formally. “Thank you. Won’t you sit down? That’s one service you can perform— talk to me; I’m dreadfully bored.” Holton seated himself obediently. “Beastly raw and windy, wasn’t It, today? “Yes.” Then she laughed at hi n unaffect edly. “What are you laughing at?' “At your brilliancy. Oh, you are masterly! And yet,” she added, “they told me you were so clever.” “I cannot help what people say,” he began, and then, Impatient at his ob vious disadvantage/ he changed the subject. “I had the most curious thing happen to me on this train,” he went on. “Now,” she laughed,/ “you promise to be really entertaining. What was it? Do tell me!” “I boarded the car,” said Holton, “and fell asleep—” She giggled, and he raised his hand impatiently. “I fell sleep, and while I slept some ras cal cut a hole in my bag and rum maged through the contents.” He glanced at her sharply. But her face revealed nothing except po lite concern. “Indeed!” she remarked. “Nothing was stolen,” continued the officer, “and I carmot imagine why the thing was done.” “I think, perhaps, I can tell you,” she said calmly. “You were attached to the Scorpion. She had been testing out some new torpedo. You came to Washington on the eve of -war, and now you hurry away again to Tampa. Certain persons were desirous to know whether your departure concerned the Scorpion, and your bag was searched for orders or other writings that might throw light upon the subject.” “You are frank.” Holton looked at her admiringly. “But how do you happen to know all this?” “Because I’m a spy.” Holton’s face assumed the color of a perfectly ripened tomato. “You—you—” Her hearty laughter brought him to a pause. “How astonished you seem to be!” She regarded him humorously. “Why,” she added, “I really believe he thinks now I cut open his bag.” Holton brought himself up with a jerk. ward the electric light switch. As he reached the switch the animal gave a shriek and scrambled out of the window.” The police theory is that the owner figured that the monkey would grasp any glittering object it might come upon. The squeals were accounted for on the theory that the rope was jerk ed so violently as to anger the simian burglar. Humanity Far From Perfect. When one becomes so wise and worldly that she looks for deceit in stead of better qualities, she becomes an extremely morbid and unhappy creature. Humanity is far from perfect. How tiresome perfection would be if we met nothing else! All women are not unkind to each other. All women are not flatterers and unworthy one’s friendliest senti ments. Be on the watch for whole some, true friends and you will find them. Every one has experiences that shatter ideals ought to be shattered. They are useless. —Exchange. - “Miss La Tossa,” he said, “I bow to you. You can deprive a man of speech about as handily as any per son I ever knew. Of course, you’re not a spy!” “Do you really believe that?” Her eyes were serious now. “Do you?” “Yes,” he returned desperately. “Then, Mr. Holton, I beg to inform you that I am a spy.” Holton received the girl’s announce ment with bowed head, and as he didn’t speak she looked at him with defiant eyes. “I am a Cuban. lam not a profes sional spy, as you may imagine. I fear I am not a spy at all in the high sense of the term. But I have tried to serve my country; I shall continue to do so. My country is in peril. I could be, I was born to be, I fear, a pleasure-loving butterfly. But I have found that there are ways In which my country has need even of poor me.” “Yes, but we need not be enemies.” Holton’s voice was very earnest. She did not reply, and Holton added; “I applaud your motives, but surely you do not imagine Cuba to be in dat ger at the hands of the United States. I should think Spain would he your object, and if the United States, I ask you why?” Still, she did not answer, and Hol ton, shrugging his shoulders, impa tiently repeated his question. “Why?” “Do you know, Mr. Holton,” she said after a moment’s pause, “that every mile southward this train flies in creases my happiness. It is so pleas ant to feel you are nearing home.” “You have not answered my ques tion, Miss La Tossa.” “And I do not intend to answer It.” Indignation was coloring the naval officer’s mood. “Look here, Miss La Tossa, I like you. If the honest admiration of a man is anything to you, you can make the most of that statement. And so I ask you with the friendliest motives —why should you think it - necessary to pry into the affairs of the United States?” “I am an enemy to any enemy of my country, and by enemy I mean any He Cut a Long Hole. person or group of persons whose good-will toward us may be ques tioned.” “Then you infer that the United States is not acting in away to show good-will to Cuba!” Holton was thor oughly outraged. “Well, I’ll be hanged If that isn’t gratitude!” “If you don’t mind, Mr. Holton,” she said sweetly, “I should like to read now.” Holton hustled out of the seat in a great huff. “Oh, certainly, by all means; most assuredly,” he burst out, and returned to his seat. As he sat there thinking, the train stopped at a small station to change engines. When it started again the conductor came into the smoker call ing Holton’s name. He responded, and the conductor gave him a long, official appearing dispatch. The message ran as follows: “Holton: QUESTION REMAINS A PUZZLE Unable to Tell Just What Country First Found Value of Cotton. Where did cotton originate? The question comes up because Brazil claims that it is indigenous to the Amazon valley. It is a fact beyond dispute that cotton, from the earliest ages of the world, has been grown in China and for five to ten thousand years the people of that country have worn cotton clothes. The, same is true of India. There is no record of a time when the people of India did not wear cotton cloth, at least a' strip of it. On the American continent the rec ord is much shorter but 'squally as positive. The first white men found cotton cloth a regular dress of the Indians of Mexico and the Indians of Peru. It Is impossible to say where cotton originated unless it was originated on two continents. The lost Atlantis may have connected the old world with the new, and cotton may have THE FROSTBURG SPIRIT, FROSTBURG, MD. “'Congress declared war today Sampson will be ordered to blockade the Cuban coast. Troops will mobi lize at Port Tampa. They will pro ceed thence in transports to Cuba. You will remain in Tampa, availing your self of the Gnat [a small torpedo boat, built for a battleship to carry] to pre vent any attempt to destroy trans ports. You will watch Cuban camp at Tampa for developments regarding matters already brought to your atten tion and will hold yourself in readi ness to land secretly on Cuban soil to perform intelligence work with re gard to location and movements of Spanish worships. You will work un der direct orders of the Secretary [Long], ROOSEVELT.” “Whew!" Holton sat hack in his seat. So war had come. What would happen now? So far as he was concerned, Holton was likely to be well in the forefront. He was exalted, thrilled in every fiber of his being. He put the dispatch in his pocket and walked back through the train to his car. As he reached Miss La Tossa’s section he found her folding up a bit of paper and putting it in her waist. Had she, too, received a dispatch? Holton did not doubt it. So he wasted no words. “Well, it has come to pass,” he said; “war has been declared, and within a few months Cuba will be as free as even you could wish.” “God grant it,” she murmured. Holton held out his hand. “Good night, Miss La Tossa,” he said. She shook his hand cordially, lin geringly even. “Good night,” she replied. Her eyes sought his, and for a mo ment It seemed as though she were going to speak. Then she turned away. Holton waited an instant, and then he, too, averted his face. “Good night,” he said again, and went to his own berth, where the porter had completed his preparations. CHAPTER V. Mysterious Messages. At Tampa Holton met and had breakfast with several army engineers who had been engaged in laying out camp sites in the pine woods back of Tampa. Then in the afternoon he pro ceeded on to Port Tampa, nine miles away. Ahead, rising into the blue sky like some dream palace in Sahara, the Tampa Bay Hotel, with its brick walls and gleaming silver domes and minarets. It brought hope to his heart, and his steps were more springy hs he hur ried toward the immense structure. A negro boy took his bag as he entered the lobby, and the clerk smiled as he had not done since the winter throng left the hostelry early in March. After a bath and shave he set out to the bay to view his new command. He found her in charge of an able seaman, Conroy, who welcomed him with enthusiasm. Holton stepped aboard and chuckled when he recalled the comparatively large deck space of the Scorpion. The Gnat was almost a. toy craft and yet her regU-uo-lUorpt-do -guo.au the after deck, the machine gun forward, and the little conning tower, heavily plated with steel, gave adequate hint that she was by no means built for pleasure. “It is likely we’ll be busy before long, Conroy,” he said. “I’ll have my luggage brought down from the hotel and come aboard at once. How many men have we?” “Only Howard, the engineer, and me,” was the reply. “All right. The fewer the better. I’ll return shortly, and perhaps take her out.” Whereupon Holton stepped out with a blithe stride. In the lobby of the hotel he buried his face in a Washing ton newspaper and spent a half-hour absorbing the war talk of the day. His reverie was interrupted by a hotel page, who handed him a card bearing the name Jose Rodriguez, Ha vana. “Mr. Rodriguez wishes to know if you will do him the honor of calling hpon him in his rooms,” announced the boy. “Rodriguez! And who is he?” “He’s a very wealthy Spaniard who has been here some time.” “Well, then, you will tell Mr. Rodri guez that if he wishes to see me, he’ll find me here.” “Yes, sir, I’ll tell him that,” and the boy hurried away. “I like the nerve of that,” growled Holton, returning to his paper. In a few moments the page stood before him again. “Well?” Holton looked up Impa tiently. / “Mr. Rodriguez said, sir, that he does not wish to speak to you in the lobby, and that It will be best for you if you visit him as soon as you can in his rooms.” Holton flushed angrily. “Say, boy, get this straight. You give Mr. Rodriguez Mr. Holton’s com pliments, and say to Mr. Rodriguez that Mr. Holton says for him to go to the devil.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) been carried from the new world to the old, or it may have been brought to America many thousands of years ago. All in all we can see no reason why Brazil should claim the distinc tion of having originated cotton. Neither Peru, Mexico, Persia nor Chi na would consent to that. Wool is the oldest of fabrics, cotton is next and silk third. Frankness Always Best. Absolute frankness usually works for the good of everybody. Like all rules, this has exceptions, but like oth er rules it is not much affected by them. No real man wants an unwill ing wife, and no true woman wants a husband who does not love her and probably does love somebody else. Money has nothing whatever to do with the case, and would not enter into the calculation of either. To sus pect the genuineness of an affection that is balanced against a cash settle ment is natural enough and there is little wonder that the world believes that greed or revenge lurks at the base of plans which find their way to a court of law. Some Pretty and Inexpensive Neckwear HERE are four pieces of neckwear, in the prevailing styles, which are handsome enough to be valued posses sions in any woman’s stock of dress accessories. Yet the materials of which they are made cost next to nothing. Fifty cents or lees is about the amount which will buy thread and braid for the hand-made pieces. It will certainly buy enough of the all over shadow lace to make the at tractive collar and jabot, and cover the expense of the tiny buttons of black satin used as a finishing touch on the pretty collar at the right of the picture. Hand work, tastefully and well done, means elegance in dress acces sories. The crocheted collar is made of three separate pieces joined to gether. They are an Irish lace pat tern and not at all difficult to make. There is an insertion an inch and a half or a little less in width and from 12 to 15 inches long, depending upon the size of the neck to be fitted. Two wider strips of the crochet are made, each half as long as the insertion less one or one and a fourth inches. These pieces are finished with a scallop about the outside edges. When all the pieces have been cro cheted they are sewed together as shown in the picture. Baby velvet ribbon in sapphire blue, or any pre ferred color is run through the edges of the insertion. This is necessary to keep the collar from stretching at the top. A small piece of wider velvet ribbon in the small color is tacked in at the front. Finally a tiny bow made of the crocheted insertion is sewed to the velvet strip. This collar should be stayed with supports at the back and sides. It will fie perfectly, as the lace will Btretch and spread at the bottom and adjust itself to the neck. The pretty fichu is made of renais sance braid and floss, with three small lace medallions inserted: one at the SMART MODELS IN MOURNING MILLINERY THERE is no gainsaying the favor with which black and white com binations, for mourning wear, have been received. For cool weather we shall see black predominating in hats in which the two colors are used, prob ably, but during the season just past white was worn instead of all-black, and predominated where the two were used together. For so long black English crape has been worn by those in mourning that crape has'come to stand for mourn ing—that is, the fabric rather than Its color, has come to signify its wear er is in mourning. Appreciation of this fact has brought about the manu facture of this crape in gray and lav ender as well as in black and white. Already designers of authority in the fashion world are showing examples of millinery, and other apparel, in which crape in these colors is effec tively used. Gradually we shall see a new order of things as a result. The somberness of all-black, especially when used by an entire family, may be done away with. French crepes are quite different in manufacture; having, as a rule, a less pronounced “rib,” or ridge than the English fabric, and less luster. Al though the French achieve exquisite white they are not as successful as English manufacturers in the dying of black in this particular fabric. One of the smart new models for fall is pictured here made of black English crape on a medium sized frame. The facing of white is espe cially admirable on this particular shape, as it defines the graceful curve Df"the left brim. White next the face is becoming to everyone, and the combination of black and white crape, when managed by a competent design middle of the l)ack and one in each tab at the front. A little study of the picture will show how effectively the fine braid has been managed so as to make a showy neckpiece without spending a great deal of time. Such an accessory worn with a tailored suit converts it into quite a dressy affair, especially if a pretty hat is worn at the same time. Lace fichus are very smart and fash ionable, as also are those of net, fine embroidery, batiste and machine-made laces. The next collar is of all-linen, machine-made Cluny. It is made in two sections set together with a nar row Cluny insertion. Those who know how to make the lace will find this au easy copy to follow. But in this par ticular case the lace made by me chanical work is so nearly like hand work that few can distinguish the dif ference. The machine-made product sells for a remarkably low price. Wom en who are clever at designing use remnants of Cluny edgings combined with small motifs and narrow inser tions to make up lovely “coat sets,” that is, collar and cuffs. A piece of striped shadow lace, which may be bought from 14 to something over 20 inches wide, is uti lized for the collar and jabot. The lace is cut in strips and does not ravel along the edges. A strip the required length of the collar is curved along its upper edge to fit the neck and then hemmed all around and stayed with wire supports at the back and sides. A small triangular piece is set on at the middle front. This supports the full ruffle made from two strips of lace hemmed at the ends and with edges joined below the triangle. A dozen little buttons, satin-covered, or little rhine-stones or pearl buttons, make an elegant finish for this piece. Three-quarters or even less of allover lace will make two of these neckpieces. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. er, is brilliant and elegant above al most every other. Nearly all trimmings for crape hats are made of crape. They must always be well made and used with modera tion. Mourning millinery, to be taste ful, must depend upon Its display of careful workmanship rather than its abundance of trimming. Fortunately there is no fabric which gives the maker a better opportunity to show her skin than crape. The prevailing styles in shapes are well adapted to this character of mil linery. The small, close-fitting bon net-like hats and the narrow-brimmed, soft-crowned models, as well as that increasing number classed as “Rem brandt” hats, give the designer an un limited choice. They insure a becom ing hat for every one who will take time to make the proper choice. The hat shown in the picture Is very generally becoming. Except for the facing the frame is covered with black crape. For the Stout Girl. There is little enough in present-day styles to bring happiness to the stout woman. Her hips are a constant source of worry, in spite of the fact that her waist is just in style. And when she surveys the filmy chiffon and lace underbodies and the corsets that end at the waist she is filled with dismay. But the brassieres of heavy all-over embroidery, reinforced with removable bones under the arms and in front and back, with stout tapes to hold them down at the waist, are a real boon, to the plump woman. They are really dainty and attractive at the same time they are substantial and serviceable. New Sashes. Sashes may be tied at the side of the back with short ends, or may hang from a flat bow directly in the middle of the back with long, side plaited ends, caught at the bottom by hemstitched bands of ribbon or silk. Picot edged ribbon sashes have tasseled ends. Small sashes tie di rectly in the middle of the front with three inch loops edged with five inch fringe. No Gentleman. Miss Gossip—What’s this I hear about the doctor’s being no gentle man? Miss Matter-of-Fact Yes, that's true. Miss G. —Tell me about it. What did he — Miss M-o-F. —It’s a lady doctor.— Pennsylvania Punch Bov/1. Laces to Trim Handbags. Lace is used to trim handbags, just as leather is now used to trim hats. 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Her verdict is that the Russian husband is cruel, the German selfish, the Frenchman untrue, the Italian "broke,” the Spaniard jealous and lazy and the Englishman domineer ing. These generalizations are un doubtedly too strong. There are aa good husbands in each of the coun tries as anywhere, but the foreigner who deliberately hunts an American girl is apt to be an adventurer, and we hear of all the bad cases. We do not hear of the thousands of American women happily married and living in every country in Europe. It is to be hoped that the singer will find a husband with none of the bad qualities mentioned and with all of the virtues. We feel at liberty, how ever, to point out that there are some mighty bad husbands in this country and that American birth alone is no guarantee of perfection. It is true, however, that the ordinary American husband is the best trained animal in captivity. He eats out. of his wife’s hand and signs checks and is thankful for the opportunity. There are millions of such husbands now and millions of candidates for the yoke.—Philadel phia Inquirer. Kindness Appreciated. “A very thoughtful poet,” opined the editor. “As to how?” “When I send him a rejection slip he sends it along with the next batch for me to use again.” The Idea. “Why didn’t the founders of the na tion establish another king when they broke away from George 111?” "I suppose they thought it would be a crowning mistake.” No Trouble About Sticking. First Drummer—Confound it! Half the sales I make don’t stick. Second Drummer —Get into my line and you’ll have no trouble. I sell mucilage. The annual electric dry battery pro duction of the United States has pass ed the $10,000,000 mark. Stupid people seldom realize that they are stupid. 1 DIDN’T KNOW That Coffee Was Causing Her Trouble. So common is the use of coffee as a beverage, many do not know that It is tue cause of many obscure ail 3 which are often attributed to other things. The easiest way to find out for one self is to quit the coffee for a while, at least, and note results. A Virginia lady found out in this way, and also learned of a new beverage that is wholesome as well as pleasant to drink. She writes: “I am 40 years old and all my life, up to a year and a half ago, I had been a coffee drinker. “Dyspepsia, severe headaches and heart weakness made me feel some times as though I was about to die. After drinking a cup or two of hot coffee, my heart would go like a clock without a pendulum. At other times it would almost stop and I was so nerv ous I did not like to be alone. “If I took a walk for exercise, as soon as I was out of sight of the house I’d feel as if I was sinking, and this would frighten me terribly. My limbs would utterly refuse to support me, and the pity of it all was, I did not know that coffee was causing the trou ble. “Reading in the papers that many persons were relieved of such ailments by leaving off coffee and drinking Post urn, I got my husband to bring home a package. We made it according to directions and I liked the first cup. Its rich, snappy flavor was delicious. “1 have been using Postuin about eighteen months and to my great joy, digestion is good, my nerves and heart are all right, In fact, I am a well woman once more, thanks to Postum." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Write for copy of the little book, “The Road to Wellville.” Postum comes in two forms: Regular Postum—must be well boiled. Instant, Postum is a soluble powder. A teaspoonful dissolves quickly in a cup of hot water and, with cream and sugar, makes a delicious beverage in stantly. Grocers sell both kinds. “There’s a reason” for Postum.