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THE YALE EXPOSITOR. THURSDAY. MAY 14. 1914.
The Hollow
of Her Hand
Georcfe Barr McCutcheon
"You gave me a week to decide,"
said Hetty in a hurried manner of
speaking. "I I took but twenty-four
hours leas than that. Over night,
you remember. I love you, Sara. I
could not leave you. All that night
I could feel you pulling at my heart
strings, pulling me closer, and holding
me. You were In your room, I in
mine, and yet all the time you seemed
to be bending over me In the dark
ness, urging me to stay with you and
love you and be loved by you. It
couldn't have been a dream."
"It was not a dream, said Sara,
with a queer smile.
"You do love me?" tensely.
"I do love you," was the 'firm an
swer. Sara was staring across me
water, her eyes big and as black as
night Itself. She seemed to be looking
far beyond the misty lights that bob
bled with nearby schooners; far be
yond the yellow mass on the opposite
shore where a town lay cradled In tho
shadows, far into the fast darkening
sky that came up like a wall out of
the east.
Hetty's fingers tightened In a
warmer clasp. Unconsciously perhaps,
Sara's grip on the girl's shoulder
tightened also; unconsciously, for her
thoughts were far away. The younger
woman's pensive gaze rested on the
peaceful waters below, taking in the
slow approach of the fog that was
soon to envelop me iana. rseiuitri
snoke for many minutes: inscrutable
&YNOPSI3.
Challls Wrandail la found murdered In
a road hcuso near New York. Mrs. Wran-
all In summoned from the city and Iden
tifies the body. A youn woman who ac
companied Wrandail to the Inn and mib
oquentlv disappeared. Is suspected.
Wrandail. It nppears. had led a say life
and neglected his wife. Mrs. Wrandail
tartB hack for New York In an auto dur
ing a blinding snow storm. On the way
he meets a younff woman In the road
who proves to be the woman who killed
Wrandail. Feellnar that the girl had done
her a service In ridding her of the man
who though she loved him deeply, had
caused her great Borrow. Mrs. Wrandail
determines to shield her and takes her to
her own home. Mrs. Wrandail hears the
etorv of Hetty Casileton"s life, except that
ronton that relates to wranaau. mm
and the story of thi tragedy she forbids
the girl ever to tefll. She offers Hetty a
horn", friendship and security from peril
on account of the tragedy. Mrs. Sara
Wrandail and Hetty attend the funeral
.of Challla Wrandail at the homo of his
parents. Sara Wnndall and Hetty re
turn to New York after an absence of a
year In Europe. Leslie Wrandail. brother
of Challls. makes himself useful to Sara
and becomes greatly Interested In Hetty.
CHAPTER VI. Continued.
Sara and Hetty did not stay long In
town. The newspapers announced the
return of Challls Wrandall's widow
and reporters sought her out for Inter
views. The old interest was revived
and columns were printed about the
murder at Burton's inn, with sharp
editorial comments on the failure of
the police to clear up th mystery.
I shall ask Leslie down for the
week-end," said Sara, the third day
after their arrival In the country. The
house was huge and lonely, and time
hung rather heavily despite the glorl- thinkers, each a prey to thoughts that
ous uplift of spring. leaped backward to the beginning and
Hetty looked up quickly from her took up the puzzle at Its Inception
"I wonder began Hetty, her eyes
narrowiner with the intensity or
thoueht. She did not complete the
sentence
Sara answered the unspoken ques
tion. "It will never be different from
what It Is now, unless you make It so
Hetty started. "How could you have
known what I was thinking? sue
cried in wonder
'It is what you are always think
lng, ray dear. You are always asking
yourself when will I turn against you
"Sara!"
"Your own Intelligence should sup
ply the answer to all the questions you
are asking of yourself. It Is too late
for me to turn against you." She ab
ruptly removed her hand from Hetty's
shoulder land walked to the edge of
the veranda. For the first time, the
English girl was conscious of pain
She drew her arm up and cringed. She
pulled the light scarf about her bare
shoulders
The butler appeared In the doorway.
"The telephone, If you please, Miss
Castleton. Mr. Leslie wrandail is
calling."
The girl stared. "For me, Watson 7
"Yes, miss."
Hetty had risen, visibly agitated
"What shall I say to him, Sara?"
she cried.
"Apparently it is he who has some
thing to say to you," , said the other,
still smiling. "Walt and see what it
is. Please don't neglest to say that
we'd like to have him over Sunday."
A box of flowers has Just come up
from the station for you. miss," said
Watson.
Hetty was very white as she passed
into the house. Mrs. wranaau re-
book. A look of dismay flickered in
her eyes for an Instant and then gave
way to the calmness that bad come to
dwell In their depths of late. Her Hps
parted In the sudden Impulse to cry
out against the plan, but she checked
the words. For a moment her dark,
questioning eyes studied the face of
her benefactress; then, as if nothing
had been revealed to her, she allowed
her gaze to drift pensively out toward
lh sunset sea.
f ThpV wpra slttine on the broad
verandah overlooking the sound. Tho
dusk of evening was beginning to steal
vr thn rarth. She laid her book
aside.
' "Will you telephone in to hira after
dinnpr. Hetty?- wont on Sara, after
a long period of silence.
A train Hettv started. This time a
look of actual pain flashed in her eyes
"Would not a note by post be more
certain to find htm in the" she be
can hurriedly.
"I dislike writing notes," said Sara
calmly. "Of course, dear, if you feel
that you'd rather not telephone him,
I can
"I dare say I am finicky, Sara." apol
ogized Hetty in quick contrition. "Of
Is vour brother. I should
re mem "
"My brother-in-law, dear," said Sara.
a trifle too literally.
"He will come often to your house,'
went on Hetty rapidly. "I must make
the best of it."
Ha la vour friend. Hetty. He ad
mires you."
"I cannot see him through your
evee. Sara."
"But ho is charming and agreeable,
you'll admit." persisted the other,
"He is very kind, and ho is devoted
to you. I should like him for that."
"You have no cause for dislikln
him."
"I do not dislike him. I I am Oh,
you always have been so thoughtful,
an considerate. Sara. I can't under
stand your falling to see how hard It
Is for me to to well, to endure his
open-hearted friendship
Sara wae silent for a moment. "You
draw a pretty fine lino, Hetty," she
said gently.
Hetty flushed. "You mean that
there is little to chooso between wife
and brother? That isn't quite fair.
You know everything, he knows noth
ing. I wear a. mask for him; you have
mean into the very heart of mo. It
isn't the same."
Sara came over and stood beside the
elrl's chair. After a moment of inde
cision she laid her hand on Hetty's
shoulder. The girl looked up, the ever
recurring question in her eyes.
"Wa haven't snoken of of these
things in. many months, Hetty."
"Not since Mrs. Wrandail and Viv
lan came to Nice. I was upset dread
fylly upset then, Sara. I don't know
how I managed to get through with
it
. "Rut you managed it," pronounce!
Sara. liar fingers seemed to tighten
suddenly on the girl's shoulder. "I
think wt were quite wonderful, both
of us. It wasn't easy for me."
"Why did we come back to New
York, Sara?" burst out Hetty, clasp
lng her friend's hand as if suddenly
spurred by .error. "We were happy
over there. And free'."
"Listen, my dear, said Sara, a
hanl note growing in her voice: "this
Is my home. I do not .love it, but I
can seo no reason for abandoning it
That la wh we camo back to New
York.
Hetty pressed hsr friend's hand to
her Hps. "Forgive me." she cried lm
iii:y. "I shouldn't havo com
(wc; rained. It was detestable
Besides," Vent on Sarn evenly,
"you were quite free to remain on tho
tbsr side- I lalt it to you.
-
Hetty Looked Up Quickly From the
Book.
sumcd her contemplation of the fog
screened sound.
"Shall I fetch you a wrap," ma'am?
asked Watson, hesitating.
"I am coming in, Watson. Open the
hn of flowers for Miss Castleton. Is
there a flro in the library?"
"Yes, Mrs. Wrandail."
"Mr. Leslie will be out on Saturday.
Tell Mrs.'Conkling."
"The evening train, ma'am?"
"No. The eleven-thirty. He will
bo here for luncheon."
When Hetty hurried Into the library
a few minutes later, her manner was
that of one considerably disturbed by
something that- has transpired almost
on the moment. Her cheeks were
flushed and her eyes were reflectors
of a no uncertain distress of mind
Mrs.. Wrandail was standing before
the fireplace, an exquisite figure in the
slinky black evening gown which she
affected in thes days. Her perfectly
modelled neck and shoulder tliaraed
like' pink marble in the reflected glow
of the burning logs. She wore no Jew
elry, but there was a single white rose
in her dark hair, where it had been
placed by the whimsical Hetty an hour
earlier as they left the dinner table.
"He is coming out on the eleven
thirty, Sara," said the girl nervously,
"unless you will send the motor in for
him. The body of his car Is being
changed and it's in the shop. He must
have been jesting when he eald he
would pay for the petrol I should
have said gasoline."
Sara laughed. "You will know him
better, my dear," she said. "Leslie is
very light-hearted."
"He suggested bringing a friend,'
went on Hetty hurriedly. A Mr.
Booth, the portrait painter."
"I met him In Italy. He Is charm
ing. You will like him, too, Hetty."
The emphasis did not escape notice.
It seems that he is spending a fort
night in the village, this Mr. Booth,
painting spring lambs for rest and
recreation, Mr. Leslie says."
Then he is at our very gates," said
Sara, looking up suddenly.
I wonder If he can be the man I
saw yesterday at the bridge," mused
Hetty. "Is he tall?"
"I really can't say. He's rather
vague. It was six or seven years ago."
It was left that Mr. Wrandail Is to
romp out on tne eieven-inirty. ex
plained Hetty. "I thought you wouldn t
like sending either of the motors In."
And Mr. Booth?"
We are to send for him after Mr.
Wrandail arrives. He is stopping at
the Inn, wherever that may be."
'Toor fellow!" sighed Sara, with a
grimace. "I am sure he will Hko us
immensely if he has been stopping at
the inn."
Hetty stood staring down at the
blazing logs for a full minute before
giving expression to the thought that
troubled her.
"Sara," she said, meeting her
friend's eyes with a steady light in her
own, wny aia jut. wranaau us a iui
me instead of you? It is you he is
coming to visit, not me. It Is your
house. Why should "
"My dear," said Sara glibly, "I am
merely his sister-in-law. It wouldn t
be necessary to ask me if he should
come. He knows he Is welcome.'
Then why should he feel called up
on to
Some men like to telephone, I sup
pose, said tne oiner coony.
'I wonder if you will ever under
stand how I feel about about certain
things. Sara,"
"What, for instapce?"
"Well, his very evident interest In
me, cnea tne gin nouy. n eeuus
me flowers this Is the second box
this week and he 13 so kind, so very
friendly, Sara, that I can't bear it I
really can't."
Mrs. Wrandail stared at her. "You
cau't very well send him about nis
business," she said, "unless he be
comes more than friendly. Now, can
you?"
"But It seems so so horrible, so
beastly," groaned the girl.
Sara faced her squarely. ' See here,
nttv" she said levelly. "we nave
made our bed, you and I. We must He
In it together. If Leslie Wrandail
chooses to fall In love with you, that
is his affair, not ours. We must face
every condition. In plain words, we.
must play the game."
What could be more appalling than
to' have him fall in love with me?1
"Tho other way 'round would be
more dramatic, I should say."
Good God Sara!" cried the girl In
horror. "How can you even speait or
such a thing?"
After all, why shouldn't " began
Sara, but stopped In the middle of her
suggestion, with the result that It had
Its full effect without being uttered in
so many cold-blooded words. The girl
shuddered.
I wish, Sara, you would let me un
burden myself completely to you," she
nlended. Beizine her friend's hands
You have forbidden me
Sara ierked her hands away. Her
eyes flashed. "I do not want to hear
it," she cried fiercely. "Never, never!
Do you understand? It is your secret.
I will not share it with you. I should
hate you If I knew everything. As It
Is, I love you because you are a wom
an who suffered at tho hand of one
who made me suffer. There is noth
ing more to say. Don't bring up the
subject again. I want to be your
friend for ever, not your confidante.
There is a distinction. You may be
able to see how very marked it is in
our case. Hetty. What one doea not
know, seldom hurts."
"But I want to Justify myself "
"It isn't necessary," cut in the other
so peremptorily that the girl's eyes
spread into a look of anger. Where
upon Sara Wrandail threw her arm
about her and drew her down beside
her in the chaise-lounge. "I didn't
mean to be harsh," she cried. "We
must not speak of the past, that's all.
The future Is not likely to 'hurt us,
dear. Let us avoid the past."
"The future!" sighed the girl, star
ing blankly before her.
"To appreciate what it Is to be,"
said the otherr "you have but to think
of what it might have been."
"I know,"' said Hetty, in a low
voice. "An J yet I sometimes wonder
if r
Sara interrupted. "You are paying
me, dear, instead of tho law," she said
gently. "I am not a harsh creditor,
am I?"
"My life belongs to you. I give it
cheerfully, even gladly."
"So you have eald before. Well, if
it belongs to me, you might at least
permit mo to develop it as I would any
other possession. I tako it as an in
vestment. It will probably fluctuate."
"Now you are Jesting!"
"Perhaps," said Sara laconically.
The next morning Hetty set forth
for her accustomed tramp over the
roads that wound through the estate.
Sara, the American, dawdled at home,
resenting tho chill spring drizzle that
did not In the least discourage tho
Englishwoman.
She came to the bridge by the mill,
long since deserted and now a thing of
ruin and decay. A man in knicker
bockers stood leaning against the rail,
idly gazing down at the trickling
stream below. The brier pipe that
ml BP
"Good God, Saral" Cried the Girl
Horror.
In
formed the circuit between hand and
lips sent up soft blue ceils to float
away on the drizzle.
She passed behind him, with a sin
gle furtive, curious glance at his hand
some, undisturbed profile, and In that
glance recognized him as the man she
had seen the day before.
When she was a dozen rods away,
the tall man turned his face from the
stream and sent after her the long-
restrained look. There was something
akin to cautiousness in that look of
his, as If he were afraid that she
might turn her head suddenly and
catch him at it. Something began
stirring in his heart, the nameless
something that awakens when least
expected. He felt the subtle, sweet
femininity of her as she passed. It
lingered with him as he looked.
She turned the bend in the road a
hundred yards away. For many min
utes he studied the stream below
without really seeing it. Then he
straightened up, knocked the ashes
from his pipe, and set off slowly in
her wake, although he had been walk
lng in quite the opposite direction
when he came to the bridge and on
a mission of Bome consequence, too
There was the chance that he would
meet her coming back.
CHAPTER VII.
Sara was waiting for them at the
bottom of the terrace as they drove
up. He leaped out and kissed her
hand.
"Much obliged," he murmured, with
a slight twist of his head in the direc
tion of Hetty, who was giving orders
to the chauffeur.
"You're quite welcome," said Sara,
with a smile of understanding. "She's
lovely, isn't she?"
"Enchanting !" eald ho, almost too
loudly.
Hetty walked up the long ascent
ahead of them. She did not have to
look back to know that they were
watching her with unfaltering interest.
She could feel their gaze.
"Absolutely adorable," he, added, en
larging his estimate without really be
ing aware that he voiced it.
Sara shot a look at his rapt face,
and turned her own away to hide the
queer little smile that flickered briefly
and died away.
Hetty, pleading a sudden headache,
declined to accompany them later on
in the day when they set forth In the
car to "pick up" Brandon Booth at the
inn. They were to bring him over,
bag and baggage, to stay till Tuesday.
"He will be wild to paint her," de
clared Leslie when they were out of
isrht around tho bend In the road. He
had waved his hat to Hetty Just De
fore the trees shut off their view of
her. She was standing at the top of
the steps beside one of the tall Italian
vases.
I've never seen such eyes," he ex
claimed.
"She's a darling." said Sara and
changed the subject, knowing full well
that he would come back to it before
long.
I'm mad about her," he said sim
ply, and then, for some unaccountable
reason, gave over being loquacious
and lapsed Into a state of almost
lugubrious quiet.
She glanced at his face, furtively
at first, as if uncertain of his mood,
then with a prolonged stare that was
frankly curious and amused.
"Don't lose your head, Leslie,' she
said softly, almost purrlngly.
He started. "Oh, I say, Sara, Im
not likely to "
Stranger things have happened."
&he interrupted, with a shake of her
head. "I can't afford to have you
making love to her and getting tired
of the game, as you always do. dear
boy, just as soon as you find she's
in love with you. She is too dear to
be hurt in that way. You mustn't"
Good Lord!" he cried; "what a
bounder you must take me for! Why,
If I thought she'd But nonsense!
Lpfs talk about something else.
Yourself, for Instance."
She leaned back with a smllo on
her lips, but not In her eyes; ana
drew a long,- deep breath. He was
hard hit. That was what she wanted
to know.
They found Booth at the Inn. He
was sitting on the old-fashioned porch,
surrounded by bags and boys. As ho
climbed Into the car after the bags,
the boys grinned and jingled the coins
In their pockets and ventured, almost
In unison, the Intelligence that they
would all bo there if he ever came
back again. Big and little, they had
transported his ease! and canvasses
from place to place for three weeks
or more and his departure was to be
reearded as a financial calamity.
Leslie, perhaps In the desire to be
alone with his reflections, sat forward
with the chauffeur, and paid little or
"I know her," said Sara quietly.
"It's very clever, Mr. Booth."
"There is something hauntingly fa
miliar about It," he went on, looking
at the sketch with a frown of perplex
ity. "I've seen her somewhere, but
for the life of me I can't place her.
Perhaps In a crowded street, or the
theater, or a railway train Just a
fleeting glimpse, you know. But in
any event I got a lasting Impression.
Queer things like that happen, don't
you think so?"
Mrs. Wrandail leaned forward and
spoke to Leslie. As he turned, she
handed him the envelope, without
comment. .
"Great Scott!" he exclaimed,
v "Mr. Booth is a mind reader," she
explained. "He has been reading
your thoughts, dear boy."
Booth understood, and grinned.
"You don't mean to say " began
the dumfounded Leslie, still staring
at the sketch. "Upon my word, It's a
wonderful likeness, old chap. I didn't
know you'd ever met her."
"Met her?" cried Booth, an amiable
conspirator. 'Tve never met her."
"See here, don't try anything like
that on me. How could you do this
if you've never seen "
"Ho Is a mind reader," cried Sara.
"Haven't you been thinking of her
steadily for well, we'll eay ten mln
utes?" demanded Booth.
Leslie reddened. "Nonsense!"
"That's a mental telepathy sketch."
said the artist, complacently.
When did you do that?"
This instant, you might say. See
Here is the crayon point. 1 always
carry ono around with me for just
6uch "
"All right." said Leslie blandly, at
the same time putting the envelope in
his own pocket; "we'll let It go at
that If you're so clever at mind pic
tures you can go to work and make
another for yourself. I mean to keep
this one."
"I say," began Booth, dismayed.
"One's thoughts are his own," said
the happy possessor of the sketch. He
turned his back on them.
Sara was contrite. "He will never
give It up," she lamented.
'Is he really hard hit?" asked Bootn
in surprise.
"I wonder," mused Sara.
"Of course he's welcome to the
sketch, confound him."
"Would you like to paint her?"
"Is this a commission?"
"Hardly. I know her, that's all.
She Is a very dear friend."
"My heart Is set on painting some
ono else, Mrs. Wrandail."
"Oh!"
"When I know you better I'll tell
you who sho Is."
"Could you make a sketch of this
other ono from memory?" she asked
lightly.
"I think so. I'll show you one thU
evening. I havo my trusty crayon
about me always, as I said before."
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face to face with Hetty. He was de
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the tall windows at the turn In the
stairs, shining full In her uplifted faco
as she approached him from below.
He could not repress the start of
amazement. She was carrying a box
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Leslie Wrandail came out on the
eleven-thirty. Hetty was at tho station
with the motor, a sullen resentment
In her heart, but a welcoming smile
on her lips. The sun shone brightly
The sound glared with the white of re
fleeted skies.
"I thought of catching the eight
o'clock," he cried enthusiastically, as
ho dropped his bag beside tho motor
in order to reach over and shake
hands with her. "That would have
gotten me here hours earlier. The dif
ficulty was that I didn't think of the
eight o'clock until I awoke at nine.'
"And then you had the additional
task of thinking about breakfast,
said Hetty, but without a trace of sar
casm in her manner. I
"I never think of breakfast," said
he amiably. "I merely eat It. Of
course, it's a task to eat it sometimes,
but well, how are you? How do you
like It out here?"
He was beside her on the broad
seat, his faco beaming, his gay little
mustache pointing upward at the ends
like oblique brown exclamation points,
so expansive was his smile.
"I adore it," sho replied, her own
smile growing in response to his. It
was Impossible to resist the good na
ture of him. She could not dislike
hlrn, even though she dreaded him
deep down in her heart. Her blood
was hot and cold by turns when she
was with him, as her mind opened and
shut to thoughts pleasant and unpleas
ant with something of the regularity
of a fish's gills in breathing.
"When I get to heaven I mean to
have a place In tho country the year
round," ho said conclusively.
"And if you don't get to heavtn?"
"I auppose IH take a furnished flat
. somewhere."
no heed to the unhappy person s com
ments on the vile condition of all vll-1
lage thoroughfares, New York city in
cluded. "And you painted those wretched
little boys Instead of the beautiful
things that nature provides for us out
here, Mr. Booth?" Sara was Baying
to the artist beside her.
"Of course I managed to get a bit
of nature, even at that," said he, with
a smile. "Boys are pretty close to
earth, you know. To be perfectly hon
est, I did it In order to get away from
the eminently beautiful but unnatural
things I'm required to paint at home."
"I suppose we will seo you at the
Wrandail place this summer."
"I'm coming out to paint Leslie's
sister In June, I believe. And that
reminds me, I came upon an uncom
monly pretty girl not far from your
place the other day and yesterday,
as well some one I've met before, un
less I'm vastly mistaken. I wonder
If you know your neighbors well
enough by sight, at least to venture
a good guess as to who I mean."
She appeared thoughtful.
"Oh, there are dozens of pretty
clrls in the neighborhood. Can't you
rompmhpr where you met-" She
stopped suddenly, a swift look of ap
nrehenslon In her eyes.
He failed to note the look or the
broken sentence. He was searching
in his coat pocket for something. So
lectlng a letter from the middle of a
small pocket, he held It out to her
I Matched this from memory. She
posed all too briefly for me," he said
nn th hack of the envelope was a
remarkably good HKenePS of Hetty
Castleton, done broadly, sktchUy,
with a crayon point, evidently drawn
with haste whllo the Impression was
freah, but long after she had pi3aed
out of rcrs'? of hit vision
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"Enchantlngl" Said He, almost Too
Loudly.
stem3 protruded far beyond tho end
of the pasteboard box and reeked of
a fragrant dampness.
She gave him a shy, startled smile
as she passed. He had stopped to
make room for her on the turn. Some
what dazed, he continued on his way
down the Bteps, to suddenly remember
with a twinge of dismay that he had
not returned her polite smile, but had
stared at her with mast unblinking
fervor. In too littlo shame and em
barrassment he sent a swift glance
over his shoulder. She was walking
close to the banister rail on the floor
above. As he glanced up their eyes
met, for she too had turned to peer.
Leslie Wrandail was standing near
the foot of the stairs. There was an
racer, exalted look In his face that
slowly gave way to well-assumed un
concern as his friend caaae upon him
and grasped his arm.
(TO JJE COttTlNUKtO
Young Love's Rivalry
The following, conversation between
two llttlo girls, Agnes and May, six
and seven years old, respectively,
was orerheard one day:
Agns accused May of having a lit
tle playmate, John by name, for a
'fellow."
May said: "You do, too."
"Why do I?" 'asked Agnes.
"You let him walk under your um
brella," replied Little May.
"So do you. May." v
"Yen; but you coax him under!"
was May's quick retort.
Sun for a Blotter.
It Is only within recent years that
we have been able to obtain any reli
able Information regarding the social,
political and religious conditions that
surrounded the great founder .of the
Hebrew race while he dwelt In Ur.
Hero he married Sarah and here he
s surrounded by his friends and
relatives, Including Lot, his nephew,
who was his companion in his later
journeylngs. Here he was surround
ed by a heathen population worship
ing Bel (Baal) and Beltls, his con
sort, and other gods. Here he must
frequently has seen the splendor of
Babylonian royalty and the idolatrous
worship of heathen gods. Here also
he must havo been conversant with
Babylonian literature and familiar
with the wedge-shaped cuneiform writ
ing in which all business and official
correspondence was then conducted.
These writings were done with a sty
lus of hard wood or metal with a
square end. This was pressed on
the soft clay, which was then hard
ened either by sun-drying or baking.
These tablets were the standard writ
ing materialsthe stationery of that
far-off age. Christian Herald.
CAUSE AND EFFECT
Good Digestion Follows Right Food.
Indigestion and the attendant dis
comforts of mind and body are cer
tain to follow continued use of im
proper food.
Those who are still young and ro
bust are likely to overlook the fact
that, as dropping water will wear a
stone away at last, so will the use of
heavy, greasy, rich food, finally cause
loss of appetite and indigestion.
Fortunately many are thoughtful
enough' to study themselves and note
the principle of cause and effect la
their dally food. A N. Y. young worn
an writes her experience thus:
"Sometime ago I had a lot of trou
ble from Indigestion, caused by too
rich food. I got so I was unable to
digest scarcely anything, and medi
cines seemed useless.
"A friend advised me to try Grape
Nuts food, praising it highly and as
a last resort, I tried it. I am thankful
to say that Grape-Nuta not only re
lieved me of my trouble, but built me
up and strengthened my digestive or
gans so that I can now eat anything I
desire. But I stick to Grape-Nuts "
Name given by Tostum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read "Tho Road to
Wellvllle," In pkgs. "There's a Rea
son." RTr reml Ihp bnv lettcrf A w
one npprnni trnm tiro to 11m. They
nrr irennlnc, Imr, nnil full of hnmnn
I Intercut.