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t? RANDALL PARR1SH Aathor of •She. W tk* M* •*Wbf» W Ww Kite. ILLUSTRATIONS BY I Romance of the Black Hawk War IRWIN MYERS OopfHfhi by A- C. McClurg A Co. fIS YER REALLY AWAKE AGIN, HONEY?" Synopsis.--Tn 1S32 lieutenant Knox of the regular army Is on duty at"'fort Armstrong, Rock Island. III., in territory threatened by disaffected Indians. The commandant sends him with dispatches to St. Louis. He takes passage Mi th« Bteamer Warrior and makes the acquaintance of Judge Beaucaire, rVh planter, and of Joe Klrby (the Devil's Own), notorious gambler. Knox learns Judge Beaucaire has a daunhter, Kloise, and a granddaughter, Rene, offspring of a son whom the judge hits disowned. Rene's mother is a negress, and she and her daughter, never having been freed, are slaves under the law, although the girls have been brought up as sisters. Kirby Induces the judge to stake his plantation and negro servants on a poker hand unfairly dealt by Joe Carver. Kirby's partner. The two hands contain live aces, and Kirby accuses the Judge of cheating. Beaucaire, infuriated, arises to attack Kir,by, and drops dead. In the confusion 'Klrby and Carver are enabled to steal'away. Knox plans to induce Kirby to give up his stolen winnings.. CHAPTER IV--Continued. Unarmed, never once dreaming of attack, I advanced alone along the duck, narrow strip of deck, leading toward thtf ladder which mounted to the wheolhouse. There were no lights; and I was practically compelled to feel my way by keeping one hand upon the rail. I had reached the foot of the ladder, my fingers blindly seeking the Iron rungs in the gloom, when a figure, •ague, suddenly emerged from some denser shadow and confronted me. Indeed the earliest realization I had of any other presence was a sharp pressure against my breast, and a low roice breathing a menacing threat In my ear. "I advise yon not to move, you' young fool. This is a cocked pistol tickling your ribs. Where Were you going?" The biack night veiled his face, but language and voice, in spite of its low grumble, told me the speaker was Kirby. The very coldness of his tone served to send a chill through me. "*To have a word with Throckmorton," I answered, angered at my own fear, and rendered reckless--by that burst of passion. "What do you mean •by your threat? Haven't you robbed enough men already with cards without resorting to a gun?" "This is not robbery," and I knew by the sharpness of his reply my words had stuiig, "and it might be well for you to keep a civil tongue In your bead. I overheard what you said to those men in the cabin. So you are going to take care of me, are you?" There was a touch of steel in the low voice. "Now listen, you brainless meddler. Joe Kirby knows exactly what he is doing when he plays any game. I had nothing to do with Beaucaire's death, but those stakes are mine. I hold them, and I will kill any man who dares to interfere with me." "You mean you refuse to return any of this property?" "Every cent, every nigger, every acre--that's my business. Beaucaire was no child; he knew what he was betting, and be lost." "That may be true, Kirby. I am not defending his action, but surely this is no reason, now that he is dead, why you should not show some degree ' 'rev to other* totally Innocent of -I IWviM You Not to Move, • - Young Fool*" Ym MOJ wrong. The man left two daughiters, both young girls, who will now be ,homeless and penniless." He laughed, and the sound of that laugh was more cruel than the accomjpanylng words. "Two daughters!" he sneered. "According to my information that strains ;tbe relationship a trifle, friend Knox-- %t least the late judge never took the , unable to acknowledge the fact. Permit me to correct your statement. I happen to know more about Beaucaire's private affairs than you do. He leaves one daughter only. I have tever ipet the young lady, but I undertand from excellent authority that | she possesses independent means through the death some years ago of her mother. I shall therefore not jworry about her loss--and, indeed, she jneed meet with none, for If she only prove equal to all I have heard I may yet be Induced to make her a proposition." j "A proposition?" "To remain on the plantation as Its •(stress--plainly, an offer of marriage, If yon please. Not such a bad Idea, la itr I I stood speechless, held motionless [only by the pressing muzzle of his plstol, the cold-blooded villainy of the Imaa striking me dumb. This then had jprobably been his real purpose from ;the start. He had followed Beaucaire {deliberately with this final end In view J--Of ruining him, and thus compel ling this daughter to yield Jierself. "And you actually mean that you {propose now to force Judge Beautcaire's daughter to marry you?" ?Well, hardly that, although I «se whatever means I possess. 1 iuitead to win her If I can, fair means, or "I drew a deep breath, comprehendnow the full 'iniquity of his plot, nysalf to fight It "And what about the other girl, Kirby? for there is another girl." "Yes," rather indifferently, "there Is another." • "Of course yo\i know who she Is V "Certainly--a nigger, a white nigger; the supposed illegitimate daughter of Adelbert Beaucaire, and a slave woman. There Is no reason why I should fret about her. Is there? She. is my property already by law." He laughed again, the same ugly sneering laugh of triumph. "That was why I was so particular about the wording of that bill of sale---I would rather have her than the whole bunch of field hands." "Yon believe thien the glii has never been freed--either she, or her mother?" "Believe? I know. I tell you I never play any game with" my eyes shut." "And you actually intend to--to hold her as a slave?" "Well, I'll look her pver first before I decide--she would be worth a pot full of money down the river." The contemptuous, utterly Indifferent manner in which he voiced his villainous purpose, would have crazed any .man, Ia_nie this utterance was the last straw, breaking down every restraint, and leaving me hot, and furious with anger. I forgot the muzzle of the pistol pressed against my "side, and the« menacing threat in Kirby's low voice. The face of the man was indistinct, a mere outline, but the swift impulse to strike at it was Irresistible, and I let him have the blow--a straight-arm Jab to the jaw. My clinched knuckles crunched against the flesh, and he reeled back, kept from falling only by the support of the deckhouse. There was no report of a weapon, no outcry, yet, before I could strike again, 1 was suddenly gripped from behind by a pair of arms, which closed about ray throat like a vise, throttling me instantly into silent helplessness. I struggled madly to break free, straining with all the art of a wrestler, exerting every ounce of strength, ^ut the grasp which held me was unyielding, robbing me of breath, and defeating every effort to call for help. Klrby, dazed yet by ray sudden blow, grew eager to take a hand in the affray, struck me a cowardly blow in the face, and swung his undischarged pistol to a level with my eyes. "I>--- you!" he ejaculated, and for the first time his voice really exhibited temper. "I'd kill you with this, but for the noise. No, by God! there is a safer way than that to settle with you. Have you got the skunk, Carver?" "You can bet I have, Joe. I kin choke the life out o' him--shall I?" "No; let up a bit--Jast enough so ne can answer me first. I want to find out what all this means. Now lookhere, Knox, what is all this to you? Why are you butting in on my game? Was Beaucaire a friend of yours?" ."I can hardly claim that," I admitted. "Wo never met until I came aboard this steamer. All I am interested in Is Justice to others." "To others? Oh, I suppose yOu mean those girls--you know them then?" "I have never even seen them," I said. "I see; a self-appointed squire of dames; actuated merely by a romantic desire to serve beauty in distress. Extremely interesting, my dear boy. But see here, Knox," and his tone changed to seriousness. "Let the romance go, and talk sense a minute. You are not going to get very far fighting me alone You haven't even got the law with you. Bven if I cheated Beaucaire, which I do not for a moment admit, there Is no proof. The money Is mine, and so Is the land and the niggers. You can be ugly, of course, hut you cannot overturn the facts. Now, you acknowl edge that what has occurred is personally nothing to you ; Beaucaire was no special friend, and you don't even know the two girls--all right then, drop the whole matter. I hold no grudge on account of your striking me, and am even willing to share up with you to avoid trouble." "And If I refuse?" ' "Then, of course, we shall be compelled to shut your mouth lot yon, Self-preservation Is the first law." I looked about at them both, scarcely able to distinguish clearly even their outlines In the dense gloom. The seriousness of the situation, coupled with my helplessness, and inability to achieve the object proposed, was very evident. It might, under the circumstances, have been the part of wisdom for me to have sought some means of compromise, but I was young, and hot, fiery blood swept through my veins. The words of Klrby stung me with their breath of insult--his sneering, Insolent offer to pay me to remain still. "You must rank me as one of your own kind," I burst forth. "Now you listen to a plain word from me. If that was Intended as an offer, I refuse it. You, and your confederate, have coolly robbed Beaucaire, and propose to get away with the spoils. Perhaps you will, but that end will not be accomplished through any assistance of mine. At first I only felt a slight la* terest in the affair, but from now on I am going to fight you fellows with every weapon I possess." Kirby. chuckled, apparently' greatly amusedT "Quite glad, I am sure, for the declaration of war. Fighting has always agreed with me. Might I ask the nature of those weapons?" "That remains for you to discover," I ejaculated sharply, exasperate*} by his evident contempt. "Carver, take your dirty hands off of me." | In spite of the fact of their threat, 'he ready pistol pressing against my ribs, the grip of Carver's fingers at my throat, I did not anticipate any actual assault. That either would really dare injure me seemed preposterous. Indeed my Impression was, that Klrby felt such Indifference toward my attempt to block his plan, that he would permit me to pass without opposition ---certainly without the slightest resort to violence. The action of the two was so swift, sj concerted, as thoughsat some secret signal, that, almost before I realized their purpose, they held me helplessly struggling, and had forced me back against the low rail. Here I endeavored to break away, to shout an alarm, but was already too late. Carver's hands closed remorselessly on my throat, and, when I managed to strike out madly with one free fist, the butt of Kirby's pistol descended on my head, so lacerating my scalp the dripping blood blinded my eyes. The blow partially stunned me, and I half fell, clutching at the rail, yet dimly conscious that the two straining men were uplifting my useless body, Carver swearing viciously as he helped to thrust me outward over the wooden bar. The next instnnt I fell, the sneering cackle of Kirby's laugh of triumph echoing in my ears until drowned in the spjash as I struck the*i>lack water below. I came back to the surface dazed and weakened, yet ^sufficiently conscious to make tin intelligent struggle for life. The over-hang of the rapidly passing boat still concealed me from the observation of those above on the deck, and' the advantage of permitting them to believe that the blow on in.v head had resulted in drowning, together with the knowledge that I myst swiftly get bevord the stroke of that deadly wheel, flashed instantly through my brain. It was like a tonic, reviving every energy. Waiting only to inhale one deep breath of air, I plunged back once more Into the depths, and swam strongly under water. The effort proved successful, for when I again ventured tg emerge, gasping and exhausted, the little Warrior had swept past, and become merely a shapeless outline, barely visible above the surface of the river. Slowly treading water, my lips held barely above the surface, I drew In deep draughts of cool night air, my mind becoming more active as hope returned. The blow I had received was a savage one, and pained dully, but the cold water in which I had been Immersed had caused the bleeding to cease, and likewise revived all my faculty. The very fact that no effort was made to stop was sufficient proof that Throckmorton in the wlieelhouse remained unconscious of what had occurred on the deck below. My fate might never be discovered, or suspected. I was alone, submerged in the great rivi>r, the stars overhead alone piercing the night shadows. A log swept by me, white bursts of spray illuminating Its sides, and I grappled It gratefully, my fingers finding grip on the sodden bark. Using this for |>artial support, and ceasing to battle so desperately against the down-sweep of the current, I managed finally to work my way into an eddy, struggling onward until my feet at Inst touched bottom at the end of a low, out-cropping point of sand. This proved to be a mere spit, but I waded ashore, water streaming from my clothing, conscious now of such complete exhaustion that I sank Instantly outstretched upon the sand, gasping painfully for breath, every muscle and nerve throbbing. The night was intensely still, black, Impenetrable. It seemed as though no human being could inhabit that desolate region. I lifted my head to listen for the slightest sound of life, and strained my eyes to detect the distant glimmer of a light In any direction. Nothing rewarded the effort. Yet surely here on this long-settled west bank of the Mississippi I could not be far removed from those of my race, for I knew that all along this river shore were cultivated plantations and little frontier towns irregularly served by passing steamboats. The night air Increased In chilliness as the hours approached dawn, and I shivered in my wet clothes, although this only served to arouse me Into im» mediate action. Realizing more than ever as 1 again attempted to move my w eakness and exhaustion from the struggle, I succeeded In gaining my feet, and stumbled forward along the narrow spit of sand, until I attained a bank of firm earth, up which I crept puinfully, emerging at last upon a fairly level spot, softly cferpeted with grass, and surrounded by a grove of forest trees: The shadows here were dense, but my feet encountered a depression In the soli, which I soon Identified as a rather well-defined path leading Inland. Assured that this must point the way to some door, as It was evidently no wild unimal trail, I felt my way forward cautiously, eager to attain shelter, and the comfort of a fire. 1 came suddenly to a patch of cultivated land, bisected by a small stream, the path! was following leading along its bank. Holding to this for guidance, within less than a hundred yards I came to the house I was seeking, a small, log structure, overshadowed by a gigantic °ak, and standing isolated and alone. Believing the place to be occupied by a slave, or possibly some white squatter, I advanced directly to the door, and called whoever might bo «yithla» There was no response, and, believing the occupant asleep, 1 rapped sharply. Still no voice answered, although I felt convinced of some movement Inside, leading me to believe-fhat the sleeper had slipped from his bed and was approaching the door. Again I rapped, this time with greater impatience over the delay, but not the slightest sound rewarded the effort. Shivering there in my wet clothes, the stubborn obduracy of the fellow awnkened my anger. "Open up, there," I called commanding!)-, "or else I'll break down your door." , In the darkness I had been unobservant of a narrow slide in the upper panel, but had scarcely uttered these words of threat when the flare of a discharge almost In my very face fairly blinded me, and I fell backward, aware of a burning sensation In one shoulder. The next instant I lay outstretched on the ground, and It seemed to me that life was fast ebbing from my body. Twice I-endeavored vainly to rise, but at the second attempt my brain reeled dizzily and 1 .sa&It Jback unconscious. V^-'* CHAPTER V. , Weklng Up the Thread*. I turned my head slightly on the hard shuck pillow and gazed curiously about. When my eyes had first opened all I could perceive was the section ? of log wall agninst which I rested, but now, after painfully turning over, the entire Interior of the single-room cabin was revealed. It was humble enough In all Its appointments, the walls quite bare, the few chairs fashioned from half-barrels, a packing box^for a table, and the narrow bed on which I lay constructed from saplings lashed together, covered with a coarse ticking, packed with straw. I surveyed the entire circuit of the room wonderingly, a vague memory of what had lately occurred returning slowly to mind. To all appearances I was there alone, although close beside me stood a low stool, "Is Yfcr Really Awake Agm, Honey?" supporting a tin basin partially filled with water. As I moved I became conscious of a dull pain In my left shoulder, which I also discovered to be tightly bandaged. I presume It was not long, yet my thoughts were so busy It seemed as If I must have been lying there undisturbed for some time, before the door opened quietly and I became aware of another occupnnt of the room. Paying no attention to me, he crossed to the -fireplace, stirred the few smoldering embers into flame, placing upon these some bits of dried wood, and then idly watched as they caught fire. The newcomer was a negro, grayhaired but still vigorous, evidently a I>owerful fellow judging from his breadth ,,of shoulder, and possessing a face d«poting considerable intelligence. Finally he straightened up and faced me, his eyes widening with interest as he caught mine fastened upon him, his thick lips instantly parting In a good-natured grin. "De good Lord be praised!" he ejaculated, in undisguised delight, "Is ,ver really awake agin, honey? De •loctah say he done thought ye'd cum round by terday sure, suh." "The doctor?" I questioned in surprise, my voice sounding strange and far away. "Have I been here long?" "Goin' on 'bout ten days, sah. Yer was powerful bad hurt an' out o' yer head, I reckon." ^ "What was It that happened? .Did someone shoot me?" The negro scratched his head, shuffling his bare feet uneasily on the dirt floor. "Yas, sah, Mr., Knox," he admitted with reluctance. "I's sure powerful sorry, sah, but I was de boy whut plugged yer. Yer see, sah, It done happen'ed dis-a-way," and his black face registered genuine distress. "Thar's a mpan gang o' white folks 'round yere thet's took It Inter their heads ter lick every free nigger, an' when yer done come up ter my door in de rftWdle ob de night, a-cussln', an' a-threatenin' fer ter break in. I just nat'arlly didn't wanter be licked, an'--an' so I blazed away. I's powerful sorry 'bout It now, sah." "No doubt It was more my fault tharf yours. You are a free negro, then?" "Yas, sah. I done belong onct ter Colonul Silas Carlton, sah, but afore he died, just because I done saved his boy frum drownln' in de ribber, de ol' colonul he set me free, an' give me a patch o' lan' ter raise corn on." "What is your name?" "Pete, sar. Free Pete Is whut mostly | de white folks call me." He laughed, I white teeth showing and the whites ' of his eyes. Yer see thar am a powerful,, lot o' Petes round 'bout yere. sah." I drew a deep breath, conscious of weakness as I endeavbred to change position. dragged ye Inside do cabin, an* washed up yer hurts. But ye never got no bettah, so I got skeered, an' went hoofln' It dow,n fer de doctah at Beaucaire Landltt', sah, an' tfhen he cum back along wid me he dug the- bullet outer yer shoulder, an' left some truck fer me ter glv' yer. He's done been yere three times, sah." "From Beaucaire Lattdinfc---Is that a town?" ' • "A sorter towli, sah; *bout four miles down ribber." The mentioning of this familiar word brought back Instantly to my darkened understanding all those main events leading up to my presence In this neighborhood. Complete memory returned, every separate Incident sweeping through my brain-- Klrby, Carver, the fateful game of cards in the cabin of the Warrior, the sudden death of the Judge, the mob anger I sought to curb, the struggle on deck, my being thrown overboard, and the danger* threatening the two Innocent daughters of Beaucaire. And I had actually been lying in this negro hut, burning up with fever, helplessly delirious, for ten days. What had already occurred In that space of time? What villainy had been concocted and carried out?" "Now see here, Pete," I began earnestly! "How did you learn what my name was?" "De doctah he foun' dat out, sah. He done looked through yer pockets, sah, an' he took two papers whut he foun' dar away wid him. He done tol' me as how yer wus an offercer in de army--a leftenant er sumthln'--an' thet dem papers ought fer ter be slnt ter de gov'ner at onct. De las' time he wus yere he tol' me thet he wlnt down ter St. Louee hisself, an* done glf bof dem papers ter Gov'ner Clark. So yer don't need worry hone 'bout dem no mor\" I sank back onto the hard pillow, greatly relieved by this information. The burden of official duty had been taken from me. I was now on furlough and free to act as I pleased. - "Have you picked up any news lately from Beaucaire plantation?" "I heerd dey done brought de body ob de ol' jedge home, sah--he died mighty siAden sumwharup de ribber. Thet's 'bout all I know.'? ' ; "When was this?" ^ '< Knox to the rescue of the Beaucaire women. (TO BE CONTINUED.) FLYERS TO HUNT OUTLAWS Cotton Plantations Planted in Defiance of Authority Seen Eai^f / . From the Air. The department of agriculture has adapted the airplane to Its needs, and plans to have a large fleet of machines to .serve the farmer, lumberman and orchardist during the next six months, according to an announcement from Washington recently, says the San Francisco Chronicle. The machines will be used to find forest fires, map out forest and other surveys and to act as detectives to find outlaw cotton planters In Texas, Arizona and southern California. Lieutenant Compere at Ellington a year ago investigated the cotton situation. Owing to danger of an Invasion of pink bollworm from Mexico It was necessary to create restricted safety zones where no cotton could be grown. Certain outlaw planters In land surrounded by heavy forests have defied the government and planted In these districts, which are difficult to find. The young Californlan took a camera with him, cruised over the forests at JBL 7.000-foot altitude, and snapped seven outlaw fields. The fields were destroyed. Compere has been released from service and will soon return to California to organize the agricultural aviation scout work on this coast. "Farm" That Raises Jewels. The island of the Holy Ghost, Lower California, Wis the only farm In the world which sows and reaps a crop of Jewels. Through artificial propagation nnd care pearls are actually raised there In the San Gabriel cove. In their natural condition the pearl beds are scattered and the oysters are prey to many submarine foes, but on this farm they are protected by a substantial masonry dike which walls off a portion of the bays, reaching above h^h-water mark. Openings admit the free passage of the sea water, but are guarded by heavy screens. The bo^ torn of this segregated area was' cleared of all growth and paved with rock brought from the mainland and laid by divers. Here the pearl oysters are cultivated Just as edible oysters are. Pass the Salt! Tworeporteb* were boasting of .the speed of their shorthand writing. "Whenever I am reporting at a meeting on a warm evening, all the people try to get n«?ar to my table. "Why?" asked the other. "Because," said the pen pusher, "my hand goes so fast that It creates a current of air like a fan." "A mere nothing," said number two. "I always have to report on wet paper, or else the current of air caused by the movement of my hand would blow it away. Besides the paper has to be wetted every few minutes, because the friction caused by the rapid1 movements of my arm would sat fire to It In no time" £ irst Maine Post Office. Maine were established at Kennebunk, Falmouth and Bath. The malls were carried by carriers on foot or on horseback and the average week's , m9ii did not amount to five letters at All right, Pete; now I want to un- 1 each office. The rates were6 high. derstand things clearly. You shot me supposing I was making an assault on you. Your bullet lodged in my shoulder. What happened ihen?" "Well, after a while, sah, thar wan't no mor' noise, an' I reckoned I'd either done hit yer er else ye'd run away. An' thar ye wus, sah, a-lyin' on yer back like ye wus dead. Just so soon as I saw ye I know'd as how ye never was no nigger-hunter but a i stranger in dese fere parts. 8o I 0%. 12V&, 18*. 28 and 37^ cent?, according to the distance the letter had to be carried, and double the rate when the letter was on more than one sheet of paper. Paws Here for RefleetUn. Said the facetious feller. "The main difference between valuable city prop erty and valuable dogs is that the v c. p. Is sold by the front foot, whil< the do* I* lest cjUaraed for all JW.'; *1 ;.fV.y Saq 5 c a package , before the war c a package during the uiar 6 c a package THE FLAVOR LASTS SO DOCS THE FRICEt , -V MOVE TO REVISE CALENDAR ^Advocates of Change Will Bring the Matter'to Attention of Leagiia « of Nations. One of the first projects to be laid before the League of Nations, when it gets ready for new business, is one to revise the calendar and make It uniform throughout the world. Bureau officials of the United States, Swizerland and Great Britain got Into touch with church officials before the war on the subject of calendar revision, and have kept up consideration of the matter since. Church leaders say an agreement has been reached and a uniform report is nearly ready to go to the league. The calendar has not been revised before because of objections from the churches to dates for the great religious feasts. These objections are said to be removed. A fixed date for Easter, the adding of a thirteenth month, the making of every wee!r begin with a Sunday and having exactly 28 days In each month--these are the main features agreed on. Church people favoring the revision say that If the league itself cannot act. it can designate a calendar congress to do so, to sit at Geneva. Bride Runs Away. Some time ago I attended the wedding of my cousin. It^was a quiet affair, the pastor coming to the home. When he was just about to pronounce them man and wife the bride began to cry and ran into the other room. The groom followed her. saying, "Mary, h« Isn't through yet."---Exchange. It's all right to demand Justice, bat first be sure that you want It! Keeping out of a lawsuit is enough sight easier than getting out. PLAYED JAZZ IN AIRPLANE English Band Indulged in Stunt Whifl| Is Surely 8omethii)g of an Innovation. The ultimate American sensatloa has been reached in England. The brassy jazz band has taken possession of the land of its nearest competitor the bagpipe, and Its infectious jar aa$ din prevail far and wide. A jazz band has been giving a pe*» forrcance near London at a Y. M. C. A. hut, where It made a tremendous hit "Why tlot give the Koys a treat at ?" said one of the officers, naming a camp some 50 miles-away. "Couldn't get there In tima/* said the band leader. "What's the matter with the flying there?" suggested Leroy Albright, the Y secretary. Planes were tuned up, the jazzers plied in, and In close formation they flew the 50 miles, playing as they went.--London Mall. Buchanan's Whisky. Of his many experiences in variona parts of the world, that veteran diplomat, Sir George Buchanan, who goes to Rome as British ambassador, haa many stories to tell. One of the most amusing of these concerns a garden party he gave on the occasion when British minister at The Hague. A British tourist add hi? wife weia presented to him, and the format shook him warmly by the hand. "Pleased to meet you. Sir Georgfeh pleased to meet you," he said. "Ths; wife' and I swear by your whisky." Germans Ate Soapsuds for Cream. The German public recently iearnetf that it had been eating soapsuds for whipped cream. The information was revealed by an order forbiddiac whipped cream to be made from soaphv jam and sugar. Charming has made this pure, healthful table-drink th^ppritevdtjk thousands. •£•'<*. . /" To make It Right, boil 15 minutes after boiling begins. Add cream and sugar as desired. The flavor resembles a high-grade coffee, but it contains no caffeine, and is free from coffee harm* </3aZs?e In JSrice \ ^ - Made by BOSTOM CEREAL GA B&RIUS CREEK.MSCH. Sold try grocers, Itoo sizes, 15$ and 25$ *PVI