DOJLQJh it lx* amj umnh jpmes&metmmr SYNOPSIS. . The story opens with ,a Krsatti from Dorothy "Marche In the onera box of Mr®. Missioner. a wealthy widow. It ,is oc casioned when Mrs. Mlssloner's necklace breaks, acaljtering the diamonds ail over the floor. Cartls Griswold and Bruxton Bands, society meji In love with Mrs. Mis sion er (gather up the gems. Griswold steps on what Is auposed to be the cele brated Maharanee and crushes ft. A Hin doo declares It was not the genuine. An •Xpert later pronounces all the «ton»a «bstltutes for the originals. Detectives mnelly and Carson Investigate. CHAPTER I If>--Continued. The big man straightened abruptly. Bacchante's heels came down and her fczmdc fluttered aloft. The catch In Me voice, characteristic of him when tn the presence of the rich, was brush ed out of his throat by a burst of pro fessional zeal. He recognized a situa tion that enabled Mm to play inquisi tor in a home of wealth. "Where were the Jewel* stolen from?" he asked. "I don't know," said Mrs. Missioner. "When did you miss them?" Again the widow recited the inci dent of the opera bo*. 1 "Who was in the party i" Mrs. Missioner told hiai. She dlu not mention the Oriental in the next box. It did not occur to her. "Isn't there anybody you can think of," pursued the big detective, "who could hare taken them?" "Nobody who would," answered Mrs. Missioner. "Did anybody else have the combi nation of the safe?" "One," responded Mrs. Missioner. She answered defensively, like a wit ness under hostile cross-examination, volunteering nothing. Donnelly seem ed not to hear her. He was examin ing the safe again. He passed his - hand over the door and its frame again turned the handle that shot the bolts, noted their strength and smoothness, turned them back, and wheeled on Mrs. Missioner abruptly. "There's been no forcing here," he •add sagely. "It's an inside job." Mrs. Mlssloner's eyebrows went up. "Yes'm," the detective went on, "an fenslde job. Who did you say had the combination?" "My secretary--Miss Holcomb.*" "Oh!" said Donnelly. Carson's lips rounded in mute repetition. Sands, impatient of the detective's awkward questioning, shook himself Hon-llke and went to a window. Gris wold swung his foot Idly, and smoked In shorter measure. Ranscome look ed nervously at the .Inquisitor, then swung his gaze back to the Jewel trays. Dorothy listened with wide- eyed Interest. "What do you know about this Miss Holcomb?" asked Donnelly, squaring himself as if for a trial of strength with the widow and turning out his toes farther than ever. r "I have known her many years," e&id Mrs. Missioner quietly, adding with warmth, "She is a young woman of high character." "Oh, she is, is she?" returned the sleuth. "And how, may I ask, ma'am, do you know that?" "I say, I have known her many years," said Mrs. Missioner. Donnelly held whispered consulta tion with his matfe Then he asked if he might question the servants. "Certainly, If you think it neces sary," assented the widow. "But I should warn you that I cannot bring myself to suspect any of them." "Everybody seems to be above sus picion," snapped Donnelly. "It's al ways the way, until .we begin to gst on the trail, and then everybody be comes suspicious. I think I'll question the servants, ma'am. Shall I have 'em in here?" Mrs. Missioner bowed and sent Blodgett to summon his comrades. "One at a time, please," said Don nelly. The first to enter was the housekeeper, a staid woman in a (black gown with narrow white nich ing about her withered neck. - She knew nothing of the jewels save that madam always locked them In the safe herself, unless Miss Holcomb was there to do it for lift The answere of the other servants were equally straightforward. The butler, under-butJer, chef, second foot man, pantry-boy, parlor-makl, cham ber-maids, and kitchen maiyand the majestic Blodgett himself were inter rogated persistently, minutely, dog gedly, even bullyinglyi, and in the end the net result of what they ^tad to tell was zero. That is to say, as' far as Mrs. Missioner and her friends and the diamond expert were concerned. Donnelly thought otherwise. Carson's mind was a receptive blank. "Are these all the servanffej" asked the large detective. « "All at present," answered" Mrs. Missioner. "My own maid is Away on leave. Oh. yes, there's All." "Is Allie the came of your maSd?** "No, All is a man--an "And what's his Job?" This ag gressively. "He is a courier." Donnelly was puzzled. "When I travel, he looks after the transportation and baggage." Mrs. Missioner explained. - The detective stroked his Jaw and whispered with Carson again. "This advance agent of yours--this All--where is he?" "Blodgett," called the widow, "send All here." The presence faded into the per spective of the passage and in a few minutes materialized on the thres hold--alone. "All is not in the house, madam," the footman reported. "Ask Miss Holcomb if she sent him anywhere." "What tribe does this Indian belong to?" Donnelly inquired importantly. "Choctaw? Cherokee? Sioux? Maybe he's an Apache?" Mrs. Missioner smiled. It was not an unpleasant smile, but it Jarred an nnconsclous "Huh!" out of the de tective. All the others save the seri ous Ranscome smiled too, and Oris wold laughed aloud. "He isn't that kind of an Indian," Sands enlightened the sleuth. "He's a native of India---a Hindoo." "Of course." rumbled the Central Office man, indignantly. "I know that. What I want to know la what kind of a Hindoo?" "I should say he was a Sepoy," re marked Griswold. There was a ma licious gleam In his eyes. "Sepoy--huh?" Donnelly turned to Carson. "What do you know about that'" h« Mk«d knew noth ing whatever about that. It would have been disloyal to know more than his colleague. There was a man in Mulberry Street Bruxton was to find much more effi cient than the present visitors from headquarters. As the widow did not know that, she was a good deal bored, and some of her first distress at the loss of her Jewels, particularly the Maharanee diamond, returned. She was almost despondent when the de tectives, after an exhaustive search of the servants' quarters, returned. They had ransacked ev^n the room of Mrs. Mlssloner's absent maid, but tp no purpose. "Is there anything more you wish to know?" asked Mrs. Missioner, ris ing. Donnelly was oblivious to the hint. ."Yes, ma'am, Mis' Missioner," he an swered. "I think we'll talk to your secretary now." / 9 "P "1 Will Try to Answer CHAPTER IV. •The Chief Wants to See You." Elinor Holcomb, tall, graceful, gray- eyed, stood framed between crimson portieres like a Velesquez portrait. Her refinement differed from Mrs. Missioner'g climatically, but, despite the polaric oppositeness of their color ing, there was a resemblance between them. Mrs. Mlssloner's eyes turned to her apologetically. "I regret to dteturb you so late, Elinor," she said, "but these gentle men Insist on seeing you. I suppose you were sleeping?" "I was dozing, I fear," smiled the girl. "I had been reading." She held a book in her hand. "The necklace with the Maharanee diamond is gone," the widow explain ed, "and paste jewels have been put In their place. This is Detective Don nelly, of the Central Office, and this is Detective--ah--" "Carson, ma'am," said Donnelly. "I'm sure I'm very glad to eee Mr. Donnelly and Mr. Carson, since there has been a robbery," said Elinor easi ly. She move' softly to the center of the room and stood looking at the Headquarters men. "Are you sure the real diamonds are gone?" Mrs. Missioner made a gesture to ward the safe and indicated the heap of false gems on the table. "Is it likely," niiccreu Griswuld, "that whoever put the paste stones there would neglect to take the real ones? I see you read De Maupassant, Miss Holcomb. Stories like The Necklace' don't happen." Elinor laughed as she turned the book in her hand so the others might see the name of the great Frenchman on the cover. "Yet the way the young oouple spoiled their lives to pay for the false necklace reads plausibly," she retort ed. "You are growing more observ ant, Mr. Griswold." Sands was overcome by his growing impatience. "If the detectives have any ques tions to put to Miss Holcomb. I sug gest that they waste no time," he said. "There cant be much to ask." "No, there isn't much, Mr. Sands," retorted the large Central Office man. "I'd just like to ask the young lady who she thinks took the diamonds." Elinor looked amazed. "How should 1 know?" she queried, a little irritated by the man's abrupt ness. "This is the first I've heard of the robbery." "Then maybe you'll explain, miss, why you didn't come in with the oth er--huh!--that is, why you didn't ap pear before?" "I have told you I was reading la my room," she spiled. "I knew noth ing of the robbery, nor even of Mrs. Mlssloner's return from the opera, un til the housekeeper knocked on my door with the Information Mrs. Mis sioner wished to see me In the li brary." "I really regard this as wholly un- i ecessary, Mr. Donnelly," said the widow, with slow Insistence. "Miss Holcomb is not only my secretary, but my trusted friend. Her elder sis ter was in my class at Smith. I have known the Holcombs many years." "You may think yon know them, ma'am," Donnelly persisted, "but my experience is you never can tell who you know in a case like this. Me and my side-partner have been sent here to recover your jewels and locate the thief, and if you don't let us do it in our own way, we can't be held re sponsible." Elinor then did something that was unaccountable to the widow who thought she knew her so well, and which rather startled Sands. She turned to little Miss March and, lay ing her head on the young girl's shoul der, wept unrestrainedly. Dorothy, patting her 6houlder. stood looking helplessly at Mrs. Missioner. One of those awkward pauses fol lowed in which nobody seemed to know what to do. Sands stared hard at the floor. Ranscome wriggled in his chair uncomfortably. Even Blod- gett's carven features twitched for an instant Mrs. Missioner gazed at Elinor, plainly perplexed. Sympathy struggled slowly to the surface of her gaze. She went up to her secretary, and put her arm about the weeping girl's waist. "This cannot be necessary, Mr. Don nelly," she said. "I would rather lose jewels twice as valuable than have Miss Holcomb distressed in this way. She knows nothing she will not tell U8." Donnelly and Carson whispered fervently to one another at a little distance from the central group. Blodgett's eyes, turning slowly in a graven face, traversed the length and breadth of them as If nothing could please him better than to still the Bacchante with a mighty blow and Jolt Carson out ot the room. The only person entirely at ease was Griswold. He smoked tranquilly, his glance trav eling from one to another in rotation with the appreclatlveness of a con noisseur studying a great picture. There was something of the dilettante in the man. He was the opposite of Sands in every particular save breed ing, and even in that respect there was a difference. Sands broke the tension with a suddenness that fairly shouted his whole character. Rising »o abruptly that his chair fell backward with a crash, he strode to the telephone and seized the instrument savagely. He was calling Police Headquarters be fore either of the detectives recovered from his surprise. Donnelly hastened toward him, the Bacchante in great agitation. He pushed out a fat hand as If to stop the millionaire. "What are you going to do?" asked the sleuth, visibly anxious. "I'm going to have Manning call you fellows back to Mulberry Street, said Sands, his Jaw hardening. "He's sent the wrong men. This lsn t a Tenderloin case." "Now, see here, Mr. Sands snarled Donnelly threateningly. "I'm seeing straight enough," re turned Sands. "I asked the Detective Bureau to send up on an Important case, and the wires crossed before my message £ot to the Chief. Somebody told him it was a Chinatown hold-up. Now I'm going to talk to him straight. Hello, Spring! What's the matter with that number?" "You're going strong, Mr. Sands, even for a society man, said Donnel ly, doing his best to quiet the Bac chante, "but i don't see any shield on your shlrtfront, and me and my part ner ain't got any call taking orders from you. We're on this case, and we're going to stay on it. And if you start anything with Manning, you want to be sure you can finish It." He was white, shaking--whether with rage or fear no one could sav. Turn ing to Mrs. Missioner, he went on: "I suppose you know, ma'am. Interfer ence with an officer is a pretty seri ous tlxlng. We're here on duty, and it's up to you to see we're not both ered." Mrs. Missioner paled. She dreaded, not the law. but a scene. "I think we would better let them have their way, Bruxton," she mur mured, the light of admiration in her eyes in contrast to her words. "Mr. Donnelly knows Miss Holcomb's stand ing now. He will remember." Donnelly didn't know precisely what he was expected to remember, but he realised gentler tactics were safer to ward the widow's secretary while Sands was around. It did not escape even his observation that neither Ranscome nor Griswold had said any thing In Miss Holcomb's defense. "Now, this is all wrong, young lady," he said to Elinor, bearing on the soft pedal as much as he could. 'It isn't right for you to go on like this, you know. You'll get yourself all worked up and then you won't be able to answer our questions. Take my word for it, it's best for you to keep yourself In hand." Elinor couldn't keep herself in hand while that raucous voice was thrust into her self-respect like a rusty file gripped as a poinard. She fought for self-mastery, but the shock was too much for her determination. Doro thy's sisterly comforting only made tier tears flow more freely. Her whole form quivered with Btaccato sobs. Carson, still on his little journey around the room, came full within range of Blodgett's right-angled gaze. As he sensed the footman's expression he started violently and, stepping back swiftly, turned away In con fusion. Not a muscle of Blodgett'a other features moved, but his eyes seemed to reach for the detect!vw. Donnelly was rapidly recovering his place on the pedestal. Hands wrist- deep In pockets, he rocked on his heels and looked at Elinor piercingly with his little eyes. The girl, in an Interval between sobs, raised her head and saw that gaze. A slow flush swept her face. She detached herself gently from little Miss March, and lifting that graceful head of hers higher, ever higher, faced the sleuth with composure as startling as had been her loss of control. "If you have anything more to ask, sir," she ̂ said in a low tone, "I will try to answer." "Thank*!" c*me the curt reply. "I knew you'd come around. You see. Miss Elinor--" "Miss Holcomb!" burst from 8ands In a thunder tone. "H-o-l-c-o-m-b--you understand--Miss Holcomb." Donnel ly pretended not to notice the Inter ruption, but he did not address Elinor by her first name again. But Carson seemed as perturbed as he had been under the malignant gaze of the mo tionless Blodgett. "What were you doing in Maiden Lane the other day?" asked Donnelly, sharply. "I was not in Maiden Lane. I haven't been downtown In weeks. The last time I went south of the shop ping district was more than a month ago." "That is true," said Mrs. Missioner hurriedly. "Miss Holcomb went to the Battery Trust company for me." "Much obliged, ma'am." Donnelly was learning to show more deferenoe to the widow. Carson had whispered to him something of her social im portance. Yes, Carson, although he was only a neutral tint in the human color scheme, knew a few things. "Was that the day you took the dia monds to Tiffany's?" queried the big detective quickly. "To have one of the small stones made tighter, yon know." Miss Holcomb's disdain had given place to dull wonder. Where had the man got his misinformation? Could it be he reallv thought--but, no. It was impossible. She felt as if some thing suffocating was closing about her. She lifted one hand to her throat to force back the sobs that would come. "I am completely confused by your questions," she stammered. "I--I do not know how to answer. What you say is so strange." She looked at the others a werld of appeal in those gray eyes. Astonishment sympathy, affection, cynicism, mutely replied. Stretching both hands toward Mrs. Missioner, advancing with faltering steps, the victim of the detective's persecution cried: "Mrs. Missioner, is It possible you can think--do you even imagine I--I--oh," with a swift turn to Miss March, "Dorothy, Dor othy!" To the credit of little Miss March be it remembered she met Elinor's second appeal with undiminished ten derness. Mrs. Mlskloner, too, was kind, but her gentle "No, Elinor," was not as reassuring as the loving pats Dorothy squandered on the bent shoul ders of the distressed girl. Sands swore in his thoughts. His big fingers bent a geld penholder into wavy lines. Ranscome, with alternate finger-tips, traced lines in his palms. Griswold turned his cigarette 'round and 'round with agile fingers and thumb. Blodg ett's eyes seemed to lunge at the de tectives. "I guess Miss Holcomb isn't ready to tell all she knows--yet," said Don nelly meaningly. "While we're wait ing for her to steady her nerves, we'll Just have a look In her room." Mrs. Missioner was about to nega tive the suggestion, but a glance at Elinor's shaking form stopped her. She did not reply, and the detectives walked out of the room In silence. A look from the widow sent Blodgett stalking In their wake. The footman kept his eyes on Donnelly's turned- out toes as If calculating how much strength was required to seize those thick ankles with a sudden heave. Not until the central office men were at the end of the passage did the sob bing secretary start In great agitation toward the door. On^ the threshold she paused and turned slowly till she faced the group. "Since they are going to search my --the room," she said, in a choking voice, "I wish you would all come there with me. I--I feel that--won't you all come--please?" The men hung back, but Doris and Dorothy Joined her on the Instant and together the three women fol lowed the detectives Into the lift Blodgett backed from the car and stood staring at the detectives through the rose-tinted grill. A boy in quiet livery threw the lever and the steel cage shot upward. The ear stopped at the third floor and the little party proceeded to a room at the end of a softly-lighted corridor. It was a charming little boudoir into which Donnelly's spreading feet and Carson's flat tread carried the de tectives. Mrs. Missioner, Elinor and Dorothy went only a little way in and looked on silently. The men made their search according to their natures, Carson with moderate Indif ference and dispatch, Donnelly ex haustively, lingeringly, gloatingly. When the large sleuth's thick fingers and beady gaze became more than ordinary intrusive, Mrs. Missioner seemed about to protest, but each time she checked herself. "It is better to let them search thoroughly," said Elinor. "Since this Is considered necessary, I wish it to be made complete. Please do not In terfere with them." She handed to Carson a small silver keyring. He passed It to his mate, and Donnelly's Examined It as If His Reputation De pended on Hl« Test. enjoyment of the situation increased by leaps and bounds. No single key on the tiny ring escaped use of his hands. He unlocked boxes, a dressing case and other places of possible con cealment. His method would have drawn a derisive smile from Chief of Detectives Manning. put Manning was far downtown in Mulberry street, and could not know the course his subordinates were pursuing. From a drawer in Elinor's Chippen dale secretary Donnelly took a box of rare lacquer and fitted a key to it He stopped to gaze searchingly at Miss Holcomb for a few minutes, then he unlocked the box. "I hate to pry into any young lady's little keepsakes," he said In a ponder ously patronizing manner, "but, as Miss Holcomb hasn't been to Maiden Lane in such a long time, I know she won't object Now, this little box, of course, contains nothing but trinkets or odds and ends--love letters, may be?" Elinor's heart sickened at the leer in his face. She turned her eyes to Dorothy's lovtna: little face, and clung to the debutante's hand. Don nelly, fumbling with the key for awhile opened the lacquered box. "Just what I said, you see," he ex claimed. "Nothing but trinkets and other little souvenirs--huh!--of old romances, perhaps. Eh, it's great to be a summer girl. Miss Holcomb. If only you had jewels like Mrs. Mlsslon er's, you'd shine with the best of them. Gee. but that must be a beauty, that necklace, if the imitation Is so pretty." He stirred the contents of the bo* Idly. Nothing else remained to be searched. He had ransacked the Inti mate Banctity of the girl's room. He felt baffled and sorely irritated. At the thought of failure, he thrust his fingers Into the box with such vio lence that everything It held fell to the floor. Carson stooped to pick tfjp the scattered Jewelry, placing it In Donnelly's hand to be returned to t%« box. After recovering several bits td Jewelry he laid In his big colleague^ greedy clutch a small, round object wrapped In silk tissue. "Hello, what's this!" exclaimed Don nelly, rolling the fairy parcel between finger and thumb. "You won't miud If I peep in the paper, young lady? Of course you won't And this Is only a say, what the mischief Is it? Oh, glory!" Even Carson was startled Into an echoing "Oh!" and the three women almost screamed. For, nestling in the folds of the tissue. Its facets twink ling In the Insistent green glow of the vacuum lights, flashed a diamond--an unmistakable diamond--which Mrs. Missioner and Dorothy and Elinor rec ognized as one of the lesser gems from the Maharanee necklace--much smaller than the Maharanee diamond, but twice the size of an ordinary stone. And It was a diamond even a novice could tell was genuine! All the blood left Elinor's face. The muscles of her throat leaped and knot ted as If she were strangling. She swayed for a moment, then took a long step toward the detective and stood trembling, covering her face with quivering hands. Donnelly, hold ing the diamond to the light, was about to speak--in what words, what manner, one can guess. But the mis ery in the girl's attitude struck the triumphant grin from his face, and there was momentary compassion In the tone In which he said: "We'd better go back to the library. I guess. Will you go with my aide- partner, Miss Holcomb?" Carson's advance to the secretary's side was checked by the violence with which she whirled toward Mrs. Mis sioner, again with outstretched hands. This time the widow was slower In meeting the appeal. She was stunned by the detective's discovery. All the finer sensibilities of her womanhood were benumbed. Astonishment, large and compelling, was all she could feel for the moment. Still, she took El inor's imploring hands in hers and stood motionless, listening to Che girl's passionate entreaty not to be lieve the evidence of her eyes, not to believe her kindness could be out raged in such a way, not to believe that Elinor for all the Jewels in the mines of the worl<i could be tempted from the high honor In which she had been reared. Clasping the younger woman's locked fingers In her own soft palm, Bhe slipped her arm about Elinor's waist and walked with her to the lift. Dorothy, crying almost childishly, controlled her voice once or twice long enough to beg Elinor not to give way to such torturing emotion. But Elinor Holcomb, shaking, sob bing, wildly beseeching, was oblivious to the silent watchfulness of the cent ral office men, tb® covert glances from Blodgett's mask-like countenance, the amazed stare of the liveried youth In the elevator. All the way to the room In which Sands and Griswold and Ranscome waited, all the way across the old English library to the ruddy zone before the fireplace, she con tinued her prayers to Mrs. Missioner to hold her guiltless. That was the one thought that shaped her thoughts; that the woman to whom she owed the shelter of her later youth should not think her capable of such ignoble Ingratitude. There was no slightest shade of appeal to the detectives, no regard for the conclusions others in the room might draw. But that Mrs. Missioner should give credit to the cold accusation that glittered in the diamond Donnelly had found--that j plainly was the unbearable thing In < the wretched young woman's present position. j "You won't have to telephone the j chief, Mr. Man." said Donnelly to j Sands with as direct a sneer as he | thought advisable. "This has been j one of our easiest cases." j His fat hand was extended toward j the millionaire. In the crease of the j palm, the diamond blazed as if in- j dignant at such a setting. Sands , glared at the stone, Griswold gazed at j it as if spellbound. Ranscome pol- j lshed his glasses with much deliber- ation and, adjusting them with equal i precision, looked at the gem fixedly. 'This one's the goods, eh?" the de- j tective went on. Ranscome, with ! marked fastidiousness, took the Jewel I from his hand and examined It as if I his reputation as an expert depended i on his test. Reluctantly, he returned the gem to Donnelly and said, gently, with a pitying glance at Elinor (TO BE CONTIKl'ED.) NOTED HEALTH EXPERT GIVES REASON FOR BIG SUCCESS IN MEDICJNE Tremendous success has attended the organization of the new Munyon "Hkm Cult." Professor Munyon claims that he has secured more converts than he even anticipated, and says that his "Wopa Cult" is growing in leaps and bounds. It Is said that the total membership of tbs association throughout the United States Is now well over the half million mark. In a statement for publication Prot Munyon said: "I want to talk tc every sick, ailing and despondent person in thl* rity. r to preach my new creed to" them. I want to tell them about my new phlloae- phy of hea!th, which Is the fruit of a lifetime of study and experience in deal* with sick folk. ' I want to expound the Great Truth that I have learned that there Is more curative power In an ounce of Hope In pounds of Dope. That sick people should not taico medicine except as % medium through which the great cure- tlve power of Hope may be made effec tive. Medicines are necessary In the present state of the world's progress be cause they give a patient physical dlip- port and strength and renewed vigor with which to brace up the will power. One knows, from the action of the proper medicines, that he or she Is feeling bet ter by this Inspired hope and faith, which complete the cure. "I think that probably a million par sons at least In the United States have declared themselves cured by my medi cines, and I know that these people have had the best remedies medical science had to offer. I have always contended that if there Is any virtue in medicine my followers should have the best, bat I verily believe that more than one-half c# those who have been lifted to health from the bondage of chronic Illness, through taking my medicines, have beee really cured by the knowledge that thMT had the utmost In medical lore at theV command, and the Hope this inspired, "I am not In any sense a practicing physician. I employ at my laboratories In Philadelphia a large staff of expert physicians and chemists, and I have many other physicians In various citlss of the United States detailed to give free advice to the sick and arnicieu. S17 headquarters are at Munyon's Labora tories. 63d and Jefferson Sts.. Phlla.. Pa., and I have there a staff of duly register ed physicians and consulting experts, and to all who desire It I offer the beet of medical advice absolutely free ot charge." Write today, addressing Prof. J . M. Munyon personally and your letter in have a special care. HOW NASTY. Mr. cuumpieigh-*-My, but It's hot tl here, doncherknow. I feel as though 1 were being cooked. Miss Causteque--Broiled Isn't so bad. A Metaphor Resented. "Did I understand you to say, sir.** said Oolonel Stilwell, "that you re garded that orator's remarks as moos- shine?" "That's what I said," replied the critical person. "Ws!!, sir, I do sot wish t? hm captious, but when it comes to com paring that line of talk with a moun tain product for whose vigorous qual ities I have a large degree of respect, I must say your efforts to be compli mentary. sir, go entirely too far." Just for the Summer. The old woman who lived In a shoe explained. "Roomier than the summer hotel rooms," she cried. HOPS FOR PILLOW FILLING Austrian Peasant Woman Recom mends Them for Their Efficiency as Sleep Inducer and Beautlfier. as a sleep producer but as a beautl fier as well. Returning to this country the man bought some New York hops, fa mous for their beer making qualities, bat to his surprise they did sot work as well as the hops he hart tried abroad. He found out by experiment that hops that made good bee* didnt necessarily produce good sleep. f . quit woman recommended it not alone j After he had sampled a lot of dlffer- A man who suffered from sleepless- -sees picked up is - Austria recently what seemed to him to be the best remedy he had ever found. It was nothing more or less than a pillow •tufted with hops. An Austrian peas- ent kinds of hops he found that by mixing hops grown In Bohemia with hops grown in California and Oregon he got a combination which seemed to answer all purposes in the 6leep producing line. He decided that he had hit it right when he took a couple of pillows be had stuffed with this combination in his offioe downtown home with him on the elevated. He got In at Rector street carrying the pillow and sat in one of the double seats. Two men and a messenger boy sat with him. At Fifty-ninth street all three were In profound slumber. Several other persons who had been reading news papers near him were in evident dis tress in their efforts to keep awake. Inquiry at different drug stores seemed to Indicate that the hop pillow idea was a new one, though bops have long been known to have sleep induo- lug qualities, as shown particularly In the case of beer. , According to those who have tried hop pillows, you get all the soporific qualities of the hops in this way without breaking any tem perance pledges or suffering any harmful effects. Sure of a Raise. An enterprising woman who rents several apartments in a new building and sublets them, furnished, room by room, has profited at the rate of sev eral hundred dollars a year by wo man's propensity for telling everything she knows. To each applicant for a room she named an exorbitant price to start with. "Now, understand, this la a conces sion to you alone, and must be regard ed as strictly confidential. If you tell a soul in the house that 1 have made a reduction in your favor I shall have to charge the original price." Within two weeks rents had gone tip. "Mrs. Smith tells me." said the as tute landlady to each gossiping tenant, "that you told her you pay oniy fa for your room, instead of $7." Ap.d aa no one was in a position to plead not guilty the additional rental was ex acted. A PINE NIGHT-CAP The Best Thing In the World to Oe «• Bed and Sleep On. "My wife and I find that 4 teaspoon- fuls of Grape-Nuts and a cup of hot milk, or some cream, with it, makse the finest night-cap In the world," says an Alleghany, Pa., man. "We go to sleep as Boon as we strike the bed, and slumber like babies tfll rising time in the morning. "It is about 3 years now since we be gan to use Grape-Nuts food, and we always have It for breakfast and be fore retiring and sometimes for lunch. I was so sick from what the doctave called acute indigestion and brain tag before I began to use Grape-Nuts that I could neither eat, sleep nor work witil any comfort. "I was afflicted at the same time with the most intense nalns, accompste- led by a racking headache and back ache, every time 1 tried to eat ear thing. Notwithstanding an unusuel pressure froof my professional duties, I was compelled for a time to give *p my. work altogether. "Then I put myself on. a diet eC Grape Nuts and cream alone, with eft occasional cup of Postum as a runner- up, and sometimes a little dry toast. I assure you that in less than a week X felt like a new man; I had gained six pounds in weight, could sleep we& and think well. "The good work went on, end I was soon ready to return to business, aad have been hard at It, and enjoying it ever since. "Command me at any time any ate enquires as to the merits of Grap^ Nuts. Your will find me always ready to testify." Name given by Posts* Co.. Battle Creek, Mich. * Read the little book, "ThaRoad fet. Wellville," in pkgs "There's a Ever r«a<l ike ierrrr f •ae irpMM fir«n* tlmv t« sn seuuiae, u4 '«'• •' latere**. 5 -;*-A -•v.