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Cayley Wheeled Sharply Up Into the Wind. CHAPTER I. The Man With Wings. For many hours--Cayley was too much of a god today to bother with the exact number of them--he had been flying slowly northward down a mild southerly breeze. Hundreds of feet below him was the dazzling, ter­ rible expanse of the polar ice pack which shrouds the northern limits of the Arctic ocean in its Impenetrable veil of mystery. A compass, a sextant, a bottle of milk and a revolver comprised, with the clothes he wore, and with the shimmering silken wings of his areo- plane, his whole equipment His near­ est base of supplies, if you could call it that, was a 20-pound tin of pemml- can, hidden under a stone on the corth east extremity of Herald island, 300 miles away. The United States /escue station at Point Barrow, the extreme northerly point of Alaska, the place which he had called home for the past three months, was pos­ sibly, half as far again away, some­ where off to the southeast. But for these past weeks .of un­ broken arctie sunshine, he had fairly lived a-wing. The earth had no ob­ structions and the air no perils. To­ day, with his great broad fan-tall drawn up arc-wise beneath him, his pi an e8 pitched slightly forward at the precise and perilous angle that only just did not sebd him plunging, head­ first, down upon the sullen masses of ice below, he lay there, prone, upon the sheep-skin sleeping bag which padded the frame-work supporting his two wings, as secure as the great ful­ mar petrel which drew curiously near, and then, with a wheel and a plunge, fled away, squawking. * Foj- all practicaP purposes Cayley had learned to fly. The great fan- •driven air ship, 100 feet from tip to •4 rx^ T7*licll lOXXS lulu MIa h1a ranch at Sandoval, would probably sever leave its house again. It had done yeoman service. Without Its powerful propellers, for the last re­ source, Cayley would never have been «ble to try the experiments and get the practise which had given him the «lr for his natural element. He had outgrown It. He had no more need •of motors or whirling fans. The force of gravity, the force of the breeze and the perfectly coordinated muscles of his own body gave him all the power he needed now. Perhaps the succeeding generations of humankind may develop an eye which can lee ahead when the body Is lying prone, as a bird lies in its flight. Cayley had remedied this de­ ficiency with a little silver mirror, •slightly concave, screwed fast to the crossbrace which supported his shoul­ ders. Instead of bending back his "head, or trying to see out through his eyebrows, he simply cast a backward glance into this mirror whenever he wanted to look on ahead. It had bteu a little perplexing at first, but he could see better in it now than with his unaided eyes. And now, a minute or two, perhaps, after that fulmar had gone squawking away, he glanced down into his mir- row, and his olympian calm was shaken with the shock of surprise. Tor what he saw, clearly reflected in his little reducing glass, was land. There was a mountain, and a long •dark line that must be a clifflike coast. And it wan land that never had been marked on any chart. In abso­ lute degrees of latitude he was not, from ths arctic explorer's view, very far north. Orei on the other side of the world they run excursion steam­ ers every summer nearer to the pole than he wan. at this moment. Spits­ bergen, which has had a permanent population of 15,000 souls, lies 300 milej) farther north than this un­ charted coast which Philip Cayley saw before him. But the great ice cap which covers the top of the world is irregular in shape, and ]ust here, northward from Alaska, it Juts its impenetrable bar­ rier far down into the Arctic sea. Rogers, Collinson and the Ill-fated De- Long--they all had tried to penetrate this barrier, and had been turned back. Cayley wheeled sharply up into the wind, and soared aloft to a height of, perhaps, a quarter of a mile. Then, with a long, flashing, shimmering sweep, he descended, in the arc of a great circle, and hung, poised, over the land itself and behind the Jutting shoulder ef the mountain. The land was a narrow-necked pe­ ninsula. Mountain and cliff prevented him from seeing the immediate coast on the other side of it; but out a little way to sea he was amazed to discover open water, and the smoke-like vapor that he saw rising over the cliffhead made it evident that the opening ex­ tended nearly, if not quite, to the very land's edge. It was utterly un­ expected, for the side of the penln- Bula which he had approached was ice-locked for miles. He would have towered agaia above the rocky ridge which shut off his view, and gone to Investigate this phenomenon at closer range, had he not, just then, got the shock of an­ other surprise, greater than the dis­ covery of land Itself. The little valley which he hung poised above was sheltered by a second ridge of rocky, ice-capped hills to the north, and, except for streaks, denot­ ing crevices, here and there, was quite free from ice and snow. There were bright patches of green upon it, ev­ idently some bit of flowering northern grass, and It was flecked here and there with bright bits of color, yellow poppy, he judged It to be, and saxi­ frage. Hugging the base of the moun­ tain on the opposite side of the valley, then notching the cliff and grinding down to sea at the other side of it was a great white glacier, all the whiter, and colder, and more da»«Hng for its contrast with the brown moun­ tain-side and the green-clad valley. Up above the glacier, on the farth­ er side, were great broad yellow patches, which he would have thought were poppy field, but for the impos­ sibility of their growing in such a place. No vegetable growth was pos­ sible, he would have thought, against that clean-cut, almost vertical, rocky face. And yet, what else could have given it that blazing yellow color? Some day he was to learn the answer to that question. But the thing that caught his eye now, that made him start and draw In a little involuntary gasp of wonder, was the night of a little clump of. black dots moving slowly, almost im­ perceptibly from this distance, across the face of the glacier. He blinked his eyes, as if he suspected them of play­ ing him false. Unless they had played him false, these tiny dots were men. All of the party, but one man, were dressed exactly alike, in hooded bear­ skin shirts and breeches, and boots of what he guessed was walrus hide. They moved along with the peculiar wary shuffle of men accustomed, by long habit, to the footing and to' the heavy confining garb they wore. So far as he could see they were un­ armed. The other man was strikingly dif­ ferent. He appeared to be clad much as Cayley was himself, in leather, rather than in untanned hide. He seemed slighter. Bprightller, and In every way to convey the impression of having come more recently from the civilized, habitable portion of the world than his companions. He car­ ried a rifle slung by a strap over his shoulder, evidently foreseeing no im­ mediate use for it, and a flask. Cayley was too far aloft for their conversation to be audible to him, but he could hear that they were talking. The leather-clad man appeared to be doing the most of it, and, from the inflection of his voice, he seemed to be speaking in English. Presently he noticed that the leath­ er-clad man had forged a little ahead of his cmnnRnlnRg. or. rafrher--!'ke S flash, this idea occurred to Cayley-- that the others were purposely lag­ ging a little behind. And then, before that sinister Idea could formulate itself into a definite suspicion, his eyes widened with amazement, and the cry he would have uttered died In his throat; for this man, who had so innocently al­ lowed the others to fall behind him, suddenly staggered, clutched at some­ thing--it looked like a thin ivory dart --that had transfixed his throat, tugged it out in a sudden flood of crimson, reeled a little and then went backwards over the glassy edge of a fissure In the ice, wmcn lay just to the left of the path where he had been walking. From the Instant when Cayley had noticed the others dropping behind, to the last glimpse he had of the body of the murdered man could hardly have been five seconds. The Instant the murdered man dis­ appeared, another, who had not previ­ ously been with the party, it seemed, appeared from behind a hummock of ice. There could be no doubt either that he was the assassin, or that he was the commander of the little group of skin-clad figures that remained. The ambush appeared to have been perfectly deliberate. There had been no outcry, not even a gesture of sur­ prise or of remonstrance. Cayley looked at the assassin curi­ ously. He was dressed exactly like the others, but seemed very much bigger; seemed to walk with less of a slouch, and had, even to Cayley's limited view of him. an air of authori­ ty. Cayley was surprised at his not being armed with a bow, for he knew of no other way in which a dart could have been propelled with power enough, even at close range, to have transfixed a man's throat. The assas­ sin's only weapon, except for a quiver­ ful of extra darts, seemed to be a short blunt stick, rudely whittled, perhaps ten Inches long. Obedient, apparently, to the order of the new arrival, the party changed its direction, leaving what was evi­ dently a well-known path to them, for a seemingly more direct but rougher route. And they moved now with an appearance of haste. Presently they scrambled over a precipitous ledge of ice and, in a moment, were lost to Cayley's view. The world was suddenly empty again, as if no living foot had ever trodden it; and Cayley, hovering there, a little above the level of the Ice, rubbed his eyes and wondered whether the singular, silent tragedy he had Just witnessed were real, or a trick the mysterious arctic light had played upon his tired eyes. But there remained upon that vacant scene two material reminders of the tragedy to Wuich it uad offordsd £ Setting. OuS was smudge of crimson-on the snow; the other, a little distance off, just this side of the Icy ridge over which the last of the party had gone scram­ bling a moment before, was the strange looking blunt stick which he had seen in the assassin's hand. Cayley flew a little lower, his wings almost Bklmming the ice. Finally, reaching the spot where the thing had fallen, he alighted and picked It up. Whether its possessor had valued it, of not, whether or not he might be expected to return for It, Cayley did not know, and did not much care. He stood for some time turning the thing over in his hands, puzzling over it, trying to make out how it could have been used as the instrument of propulsion to that deadly ivory dart There was a groove on one side of it with a small ivory plug at the end. The other end was curiously shaped, misshapen, rather, for, though It was obviously the end one held, Cayley could not make it fit his hand, what­ ever position he held It in. Giving up the problem at last, fce tucked the stick into his belt, slipped his arm through the strap In the frame-work of his aeroplane and pre­ pared for flight. He had a little diffi­ culty getting up, owing to the absence of a breeze at this point. Finally he was obliged to climb, with a good deal of labor, the Icy ridge up which he had watched the little party of mur­ derers scrambling. At the crest he cast a glance around, looking for them, but saw no signs of them. Then, getting a favor­ able slant of the wind, he mounted again into the element he now called his own. Five years before Philip Cayley would have passed for a good exam­ ple of that type of clean-limbed, clean- minded. likable young man which the best of our civilisation seems to be flowering Into. Physically, It would have been hard to suggest an Improve­ ment in him, he approached so near the ideal standards. He was fine grained, supple, slender, small-jointed, thorough-bred from head to heel. Intellectually, he had been good enough to go through the academy at West Point with credit and to grad­ uate high enough in his class to be assigned to service In the cavalry. His standards of conduct his Ideas of hon­ or and morality had been about Ihe same as those of the best third of his classmates. If his follow officers In the Philippines, during the year or two he spent in the service, had been asked to pick a flaw In him, which they would have been reluctant to do, they would have said that he seemed to them, a bit too thin-skinned and rather fastidious; that was what his chum and only Intimate friend, Perry Hunter, said about him at any rate. But he could afford to be fastidi­ ous, for be had about all a man could want, one would think. For three generations they had taken wealth for granted in the Cayley family, and with It had come breeding, security of social position, simplicity and ease in making friends, both among men «wi Wuuieu. tu iuCit, CStild to no doubt at all that up to his twenty- ninth year Fate had been ironically kind to Philip Cayley. She had given hkp no hint no preparation for the suinnlng blow that was to fall upon him, suddenly, out of so clear a sky. When It did fall, it cut his life clean across; so that when he thought back to that time now, it seemed to him that the Lieutenant Cayley of the United States army had died over there in the Philippines, and that he, the mi.n who was now soaring in those great circles through the arctic sky, was a chance Inheritor of his name and of his memory. He had set out one day at the head of a small scouting party, the best- liked man in the regiment secure in the respect in the almost fatherly re­ gard, of his colonel, proudly conscious of the almost idolatrous admiration of his men and the younger officers. He had gone out believing that no one ever had a truer friend than he possessed In Perry Hunter, his class­ mate at West Point bis fellow officer in the regiment the confidant of all his hopes and Ideals. He had come back, after a fort­ night's absence, to find his name smeared with disgrace, himself Judged and condemned, unheard, In the opin­ ion of the mess. And that was not the worst of It The same blow which had deprived him of the regard of the only people In the world who matter* ed to him, destroyed, also, root and branch, his affection for the one man of whom he had made an Intimate. The only feeling that It would be pos­ sible for him to entertain for Perry Hunter again must be a half-pitying. half-Incredulous contempt And If that was his feeling for the man be had trusted most and loved the most deeply, what must be It for the rest of humankind? What did It matter what they thought of him or what they did to him? All he wanted of human so­ ciety was to escape from it He fell to wondering, as he hung, suspended, over that rosy expanse of fleecy fog, whether, were the thing to do over again, he would act as he had acted five years ago; whether he would content himself with « single disdainful denial of the monstrous thing they charged him with; whether he would resign again, under fire, and go away, leaving his tarnished name for the daws to peck at Heretofore he had always answered that question with a fierce affirma­ tive. Today It left him wondering. Had he stayed, had he paid the price that would have been necessary to clear himself, he would never have found his wings, so much was clear. He would never have spent those four years In the wilderness, working, experimenting, taking his life in his hands, day after day, while he master­ ed the art that no man had ever mas­ tered before. He had set himself this task because it was the only one he knew that did not Involve contact with his fellow- beings. He must have something that he could work at alone. Work and solitude were two things that he had felt an overmastering craving for. And the possibility he had faced with a light heart every morning--the possi­ bility of a sudden and violent death before night, had been no more to him than an agreeable spice to the day's work. It was not until he had actually learned to fly, had literally shaken the dust of the earth from his feet and taken to the sky as his abode, that his wound had healed. The three months that he had spent in this upper arctic air, a-wing for 16 hours out of 24, had calmed him, put his nerves in tune again; given him for men and their afTalrs a quiet indifference, in place of the smarting contempt he had been hugging to his breast before. Three months ago, at sight of those little human dots crossing the glacier, he would have wheeled aloft and gone sailing away. Even a month ago he would hardly have hung, soaring ; ,1*. a T t ,<~t f V. * t '"v J ;; r ?*?•. Mft-i BUNCHING HIS HARD LUCK £ Sufferer From Toothache Summoned Philosophy to His Aid During Period ef Trouble. W.ROSSER COPVfilOMf L<?IO ev the CENTURY CO CRTT BY THE success CO ;\\n u.u.i ' i "Philosophers are not all dead yet," said the dentist "I met one morning who knocked me out of two hours' work on a day when I have nothing to do anyhow, and will make me work overtime tomorrow, when I shall be crowded with engagements. He was howling with a toothache. " 'Better come around and have it at- tended to,' I said. fan't do it today,' he said, I'm too busy ' •* " 'But you can't work when you are crazy with the toothache,' I argued. " Oh, yes I can,' said he. There are half a dozen other things I want done to me that hurt pretty bad, and If I have them done when my tooth Is on the rampage, they won't seem so bad, because one hurt will neutralize the other. I always take advantage of a toothache to dispatch those dis­ agreeable jobs.' "Maybe not many people could stand that kind of philosophy, but ap­ parently that man Is going to get away with it" CREATINQ ENVY. He Heard a Little Surprised Cry. there, above the fog, waiting for it to lfft again the veil of mystery which it had drawn across the tragic scene he had just witnessed. The month was August and the long arctic day had already begun to know Its diurnal twilight A fort­ night ago the sun had dipped, for the first time, below the horizon. By now there were four or five hours, out of every 25, that would pass for night The sun set while he hung there in the air, and as It did so, with a new 41 ant of the breeze the fog rolled Itself up into a great violet-colored cloud, leaving the earth, the ice, the sea un­ veiled below him. And there, in the open water of the little bay, he saw a ship, and on the shore a cluster of rude huts. It struck him, even from the height at which he soared, that the ship, tied to an Ice-floe in the shelter of the great headland, did not look like a whaler, nor like the sort of craft which an arctic explorer would hare selected for his purposes. It had more the trim smartness of a yacht. They were probably all asleep down there, he reflected. It was nearly mid­ night and he saw no signs of life any­ where. He would drop down for a nearer look. He descended, with a sudden hawk­ like pounce, which was one of his more recent achievements in the navi­ gation of the air, checked himself again at about the level of the mast­ head, with a flashing, forward swoop, like a man diving ih shallow water; then, with a sudden effort brought himself up standing, hts planes nearly vertical, and, with a backward spring, alighted, clear of his wings, on the ice­ floe Just opposite the ship. As he did so, he heard a little sur­ prised cry, half of fear, half of aston­ ishment It was a girl's voice. CHAPTER II. The Girl on the Ice Floe. She Stood iiiero Ou the uOv COuffOat- lng him, not ten feet away, and at sight of her Philip Cayley's eyes widened. "What In the world!" he gasped. Then stared at her speech­ less. She was clad, down to the knees, In sealskin, and below its edge he could see the tops of her small fur-trimmed boots. Upon her head she wore a Uttle turban-like cap of seal. The smartly tailored lines of the coat em­ phasized her young Blenderness. Her bootmaker must have had a reputa­ tion upon some metropolitan boule­ vard, and her head-gear came clearly under the category of what is known as modes. Her eyes were very blue and her hair was golden, warmed, he thought as she stood there in the orange twilight, with a glint of red. Cayley gasped again, as he took in the details of this vision. Then col­ lected himself. "I beg your pardon," he stammered. "I don't mean to be rudely Inquisitive, but what, in the world, Is a person like you doing in this part of It--that is, If you are real at all? This is latitude 76, and no cartographer who ever lived has put that coast-line yonder Into his maps. Yet here. In this nameless bay, I find a yacht, and on this ice floe. In the twilight you." She shook her head a little Impa­ tiently, and blinked her eyes, as if to clear them of a vision. "Of course," she said, "I know I've fallen asleep and this is a dream of mine, but even for a dream, aren't you a little un­ reasonable? Yachts are a natural mode of conveyance across the ocean. You find them in many bays--some­ times in nameless ones--and they al­ ways have people on them. But you --you come wheeling down, out of a night sky, like some great nocturnal bird, and alight here on the floe be­ side me. And then you change your­ self Into a man and look at me in sur­ prise, and ask me, In English, what In the world I am doing here--I had the yacht; and ask me if I'm real." There was a moment of silence aft­ er that. Unconsciously they drew a little nearer together. Then Cayley spoke. "I'm real, at any rate," he said; "at least I'm a tax payer, and I weigh 160 pounds, and I have a name and address. It's Philip Cayley, if that will make me seem more natural, and my headquarters this summer are over on Point Barrow." "I'm not dreaming, then?" Bhe asked dubiously. "No," he said; "if either of us Is dreaming, it's not you. May I furl up my wings and talk to you for awhile?" Her eyes were on the broad-spread, shimmering planes which lay on the ice behind him. She seemed hardly to have heard his question, though she answered it with an almost voice­ less "yes." Then she approached, half fearfully, the thing be called his "wings," "It Is made of quite commonplace materials," he said with a smile-- "split bamboo and carbon and catgut and a fabric of bladders, cemented with fish glue. And folding it up Is rather an ungainly job. The birds stin have the advantage of me there. In a strong wind It's not very easy to do without damaging something. Would you mind slipping that joint for me-- that one right by your hand? It's just like a fishing rod." She did as he asked, and her smile convinced him that she had at least half-guessed his purpose in asking the service of her. The next moment her words confirmed It "You wanted me to make sure, I suppose, that it would not turn into a great roc when I touched it and fly away with me to the Valley of Dia­ monds." She patted the furled wing gently with both hands. "I suppose," she continued, "one could dream as vividly as this, although I never have --unless, of course, this Is a dream. But--" and now she held out her hand to him, "but I hope I am awake. And my name is Jeanne Fielding." He had the hand in his, and noticed how live and strong and warm it was, ^before she pronounced her name. At the sound of It, he glanced at her curi­ ously; but all he said Just then waa, "Thank you," and busied himself im­ mediately with completing the process of furling his wings. When he had finished, he tossed the sheep-skin down in a little hollow In the floe, and with a gesture invited her to be seated. "Oh, I've a great pile of bear skins out here," she said, "quite a ridiculous pile of them, considering it is not a cold night; and we can make our- selves comfortable here, or go aboard the yacht. Just as you please." They were seated side by side in the little nest she had made for her­ self, before he reverted to the Mea which had sprung up in his mind upon hearing her name. "There was a 'Captain Fielding' once," he said slowly, "who set out from San Fran­ cisco half a dozen years ago, in the hope of discovering the pole by the way of Behrlng strait His ship was never seen again, nor was any word received from him. Finding you here and hearing your name, I wondered--" "Yes," she said gravely, "he was my father. We got news of him last win. ter, if you could call it news, for it was four years old before it reached us. A whaler in the arctic flee* picked up a floating bottle with a me* sage from him telling where he was. So we have come here to find him-- at least to find where he died, for I suppose there Is no hope--never so much as a grain of hope of anything better." (TO BE CONTINUED.) I Bronson---What do you find is tkt %-eatest pleasure in living in the country? Woodson--Getting in town and tell­ ing people about the cool breeses, whether there are any or not Should Report Tuberculosis Cases. The National Association for the study and Prevention of Tuberculosis says that the first requisite for a com­ prehensive campaign for the elimina- Uou of tuberculosis in a state or city Is well-enforced law, requiring that ev­ ery living case of tuberculosis be re­ ported to the health authorities. Such reporting Is now required by law or health regulations in 25 states, while in 28 states and territories no provi­ sion whatever is made for keeping rec­ ords of cases of this Infectious disease. Several cities In non-registration states, as for instance, Chicago, Cleve­ land, St. Louis and New Orleans, have local ordinances requiring that tuber­ culosis be reported. In all, there are about 100 cities in the United States which have ordinances of this natWfe Getting Acquainted. When a new family moves In next door the old boy and the new boy climb upon the fence to get acquaint­ ed, and It Is done as follows: "What's you name?" "None of your business--what's yours?" "None of your business. You are sassy." "So are you." "Don't you talk back to me!" "And don't you to met" "I'm an awful fighter when I'm mad!" "And I'm awfuller than you are!" "I've got a dog." "And I've got a goat" And five minutes later they Sib good friends. Kissing Breach of Peace. The better half of a respected citi­ zen of New Jersey recently had the tviuerity tu hale her ioiu niiu GiiatnT before the court on a charge of having kissed her against her will. For this heinous offense this shameless Jersey benedict was bonded over in $100 bail to keep the peace, and, moreover, was warned by the judge never again to kiss his wife without first obtaining her consent In due form. If he is any kind of a man, probably he will never want to kiss her again.--Washington Herald. His Disqualification. When wo saw her she stopped pant­ ing by the road to rest It was the shell road in Bay St Louis, and she was black. Beside her was a heavy market basket filled to overflowing. We smiled at her with sympathetic friendliness and she responded with full and free confidence. "Yessam. I Is some tiabed. An" 'ami'. All painful wid miseries. Yassm. I coulda done sen' some one else to mahket fo' me. Mah grandson he coulda done gone. But I dasn't trus' him. He >pends mah money too brieflj."--Housekeeper. GOING TO MORNING SERVICE lome of the Things a Woman Has to Do Before She Gets Started. After a woman has done up the Sunday morning work, cleaned the -children and gotten dinner under way «o that It will not take so long upon her return, put on her hat, and given final instructions - to her husband about watching the children, and kissed them all good bye, she finds when she reaches the corner that she has still another task to perform. She must chase the dog back home. "Go back." she screams, waving her prayer book at him. The dog stops. "Go back. I say," she says, stamping her foot. The dog looks hurt Then she starts toward it, and the dog turns as if it never Intended to stop going the other way. •fche woman starts again for church, goes a few steps and then turns around in sudden suspicion to find the dog Just behind her, as happy '"f1 hopeful of winning her approval as when he first sets out. The woman rages. She throws stones which never hit him, and the dog flees, and is soon out of sight. But he Is only behind the-next stone wall peeking after her, and when he sees that she is again on her way, he lopes after her, with his calm undisturbed. This time, when the woman sees him. she turns home in despair. •You'll Just have to keep this dog home," she says, rushing Into the bouse. "I don't see what you keep the horrid brute for, anyway." The husband calls the dog In, and the dog knows there Is no fooling with his master, as^ obeys. And he knows also that Hy his master his attentions are never misunderstood. It would spoil the church services for the woman If she knew that there is a sympathy between a man and a dog never so apparent as when they are left in this way together on a Sunday morning.--Atlanta Constitution. How It Feels to Be Run Over. "When I was run over," writes a correspondent "I bad not seen the car approaching. The first thing I knew was that 1 was on the ground, kicking upward with my legs in an effort to get from under the car. Then I felt a wheel going over my chest which bent as it passed over. In the Intervening second or two I went through several minutes' worth of feel­ ings. I bad the sensations of aston­ ishing at being on the ground, of wanting to roll aside and away, of bracing myself--and my chest esp» cially--stiff to resist something, what­ ever It might be, while a Hghtning flash of fear was dimly there and a subconscious query, 'What on earth next?* Yet It was hardly fear, b*- cause there was no time for such a durable sensation; it was rather 4 senag of being suddenly confronted with a grave reality of doubtful, ob­ scurely terrible import" Take care of the tips and the trtj will take care of Itaell COMES A TIME When Coffee Shows What It Haa Been Doing. "Of late years coffee has disagreed with me," writes a matron from Roine^ N' Y. "Its lightest punishment being to make me 'logv' and dizzy, and it seem­ ed to thicken up my blood. "The heaviest was when It upsef B*y stomach completely, destroying my ap­ petite and making me nervous and Ir­ ritable, and sent me to my bed. After one of these attacks, in which I nearly lost my life, I concluded to quit the coffee and try Postum. "It went right to the spot! 1 found it not only a most palatable and re­ freshing beverage, but a food as well. "All my ailments, the ioginess' and dizziness. the unsatisfactory condition of my blood, my nervousness and Irri­ tability disappeared In short order and my sorely afflicted stomach began quickly to recover., I began to rebuild \nd have steadWy continued until now. Have a good appetite and am rejoicing •n sound health which I owe to tbe use of Postum." Name gtven by PosUux. Co.. Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little Book "The Road t® "Wellville." in pkgs. "There's H reason."* Crrr rrad Ihr ahov* 1 rtir-rt t MM «i>f npt«-an» frot* tin>« In <!«<•• ate tct'iulR*, "ruf, mad f«tl of Ln terra L.