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;-V ^ PETER 1 KYNH cAmthor if W\S^STBR--MAN'S MAW "THE VALLEY OF THE GIANTS," Bra hw I. KIM DERELICT RICHLY LADEN. -- Captain Phlneaa P. baa grown up around the Of Ban Franclaco, and from boy on a river steamer, risen to the ownership of the steamer Macs!*. Since each annual Inap action promised to be the last of the old weather beaten vessel, Scrajgg* naturally has some difficulty in securing a crew. When the story opens, Adelbert P. Gtbl> ey. likable, but erratic, a man whom nobody but Scraggs would hire, ir the Bfctpper. Nells Halvor- MB, a solemn Swede, constitutes the forecast le hands, and Bart Mc- GuflTey, a wastrel of the Gibney type, reigns in the engtn# room. With this motley crew and his ancient vesael, Captain Scraffr® '* engnpcd in freighting garden truck frote Halfnsoon bay to San K IUJIOIKCO. The uievnabie HAPPENS, the Maggie goes ashore in a fog. A passing vessel ha-iing the wreck, Mr. U-tmey geta word to a towing coir.jxij.y lu SaJ» Francisco thai the •hip as: note is the Yankee Prince, with promise of a rich salvage Two tugs succeed in pulling Ine Maggie into deep water, and she slips her tow lines a|ld gets away In the fog. Furious at the deception practiced on them. Captains Hicks and Flaherty, commanding the two tugboats, ascertain the Identity of the "Yankee Prince" and, fearing ridicule should the facta become known along the water front, determine on personal vengeance. Their hostile visit to the Maggie results in Captain Bcraggs promising to get a new boiler and make needed repairs to the steamer. Scraggs refuses to fulfill his promises and Gibney and McOuffey "strike." With marvelous luck, Ecraggs ships a fresh crew. At the end of a few days of wild conviviality Gibney and McGuffey are btranded and seek their old positions on the Maggie. They are hostilely received, but remain. On their way to San Francisco they sight a derelict. PCHAPTER V--Continued. •Spoken like a man--I do not think. Scraggs. for once in my life I have yon where the hair Is short I'm will in' to dig In an' help out in a pinch, bnt It's gettin' so me an' Mac can't trust you no more. We're that leery of you we won't take your word ltor nothln', since you fooled him on the new boiler an' me on the paint; consequently, we're off you an' this salvage Job unless you give us a clearance, in writln\ statin' that we are Mt an* never was pirates, that we're good, law-abidin' citizens an' aboard the Maggie as your guestb, takin* the trip at our own risk. When you sign such a paper, with your crew for witnesses. Fll demonstrate bow that bark can be salvaged. My imagination's better'n my reputation, Scraggsy, an' I ain't workln' It for nothin'!" •XJIb, my dear boy. You're the most sensitive man I ever sailed with. Can't you take a little joke?" "Sure. I can take a little joke. It's the big ones that stick in my craw an' stifle my friendship. Gimme a fountain pen an' a leaf oat o* the log book an' Fll draw up the affydavit (or your signature." ^ 8crapes complied precipitately with this request, whereupon Mr. Gibney spread his great bulk over the chart case and with many a twist and flip of his tongue on the up and down strokes, produced this remarkable doccondition that .vou was to teli me bow to salvage that there bark." Tm Just about to tell you, Scraggs. You don't touch a thing aboard the Maggie. You leave her out of it entirely. You Just Jump overboard, like me an' Mac will in a Jiffy, swim over to the bark, climb aboard, and sail her in to San Francisco bay. When you get there you drop anchor an' call it a day's work." He grinned broadly. "One o' these bright days, Scraggs, when me an' Mac Is just wallerin' in salvage money, drop around to see us an' we'll give you a kick in the face. Farewell, yon boobs," and he dove overboard. "Ta ta," McGuffey cried In his tantalizing falsetto voice, and followed his leader into the briny deep. "At 8M. Off Point Montfcft, v; ^fcoord 8. S. Maggie, "at San Francisco. ! "June 4. 19--. "This Is to certify that A. P. Gibney, ••I., and Bart McGuffey, Esq., is lawabidln' sltlsens of the U. S. A. and the constltootlon thereof, and In no way pirates or such; and be it further resolved that the said parties hereto •re aboard said American steamer Maggie this date on the special Invite of J*hlneas P. Scraggs, owner, as his guyi and at their own risk. "Witness my hand and seal:" Captain Scraggs signed without Mtodlng and the new mate and Nells Halvor»en appended their signatures as witnesses. Mr. Gibney thereupon folded this clearance paper Into the tteiect possible compact btt., wrapped It In a piece of tinfoil torn from a package of tobacco, to protect It from kls saliva, tucked It In his cheek and with a sign for McGuffey to follow him, started crawling over the cargo •ft. By this time the Maggie was within a hundred yards of the distressed bark and was ratching slowly backward and forward before her. "In all my born days," quoth Mr. Gibney, Rpeaking a trifle thickly because of the document in his mouth. "I never got such a wallop as Scraggs banded me an' you last night. I don't forget things like that in a hurry. Now that we got a vindication o' the -Charge o' piracy again us, Tm achln' to get shet of the Maggie an' her crew: so if you'll kindly peel off all of your clothes with the exception, say, of your underdrawers, we'll swim off to that bark an' give Phlneas P. Scraggs •n exhibition of real sallorlzin' an' ' seamanship." ; "What's the big Ideer McGuffey Remanded cautiously. f "Why, we sail £er In Ourselves-- zae an' you an' glom all the salvage for ourselves. T'ell with Scraggs an' the Maggie an' that new mate an' - *sig!neer. I'm ofTn 'em for life." Pop-eyed with excitement and Inter- " set, B. McGuffey, Esquire, stood up, •nd with a single twist shed his cap fIBd coat. His shirts followed. Both he and Gibney were already minus their shoes and socks. To slip out of their faded dungarees was the work Of an Instant. Strapping their belts •round their waists to hold up their drawers, the worthy pair stepped to the nil of the Maggie. r, the»? Where you goin', Gib? that clooraD^e paper on /v-:'-CHAPTER VI. The tide was stlii at the flood and the two adveuturers made fast progress toward the Chesapeake. Choosing a favorable opportunity as the vessel dipped, they grasped her martingale, climbed up on the bowsprit, and ran along the bowsprit to the to-gallan'- fo'castle. On the deck below a dead man lay In the scuppers, and such a horrible stench pervaded the vessel that McGuffey was taken very 111 and was forced to seek the rail. "Scurvy or somethin'," Mr. Gibney announced, quite calmly. "There should be chloride of lime In the mate's storeroom-- I'll scatter some on these poor devils. Too close to port now to chuck 'era overboard. Anyhow, Bart, me an' you ain't doctors, nor yet coroners or undertaker^, so you'd better skip along an' build a fire under the donkey aft. Matches In the galley, of course." He trotted down to the main deck and prowled aft. On the port side of her house he found two more d#ad men, and a cursory Inspection of the bodies told him they had died of scurvy. Ue circled the ship, came back to the fo'castle, entered, and found four mdfe^alive in their berths, but too far gone to leave them. 'Til have you boys In«the Marine hospital tonight," he informed the poor creatures, and sought the master's cabin. Lying on his bed, fully dressed, he found the skipper of the Chesapeake. The man was gaunt and emaciated. The freebooter of the green-pea trade touched his wet forelock respectfully. "My name is Gibney, sir, an' I hold an unlimited license as first mate of sail or steam. I was passin' up the coast on a good-for-nothln' little bumboat. an' fseen you in distress, so me an' a friend swum over to give you the double O. You're in a bad way, sir." "Two hundred and eighty-seven days from Hamburg, Mr. Gibney. Our vegetables gave out and we drank too much rain water and ate too much fresh fish down in the Doldrums. Our potatoes all went rotten before we were out two months. Naturally, the ship's officers stuck it out longest, but when we drifted in here this morning, I was the only man aboard able to stand up. I crawled up on the to'-gallan' fo'castle and let go the starboard anchor. I'd had It cock-billed for three weeks. Ail I bad to do was knock out the stopper." While Mr. Gibney questioned him and listened avidly to the horrible tale of privation and despair, McGuffey appeared to report a brisk fire under the donkey and to promise steam In forty minutes; also that the Maggie was hove to a cable length distant, with her crew digging under the deckload of vegetables for the small boat. "Help yourself to a belayln* pin. Bart, an' knock 'em on the heads if they try to come aboard," Mr. Gibney ordered nonchalantly. "Do I understand there Is a steamer at hand. Mr. Gibney?" the master of the Chesapeake queried. "There's an excuse for one, sir. The little vegetable freighter Maggie. She'll wm t. m >> mt., . "Out of My Cabin or I'll Riddle You/* He Barked Feebly. never be able to tow you In, because she ain't got power enough, an* if she hfid power ^enough she ain't got coal enough. Besides, Scraggs, her owner, is a rotten bad article an' before he'll pttt a rope aboard you he'll tie you up on a contract for a Agger that'd make an at.gel weep. The way your ship lies an' everything, me an' McGuffey can sail her In for you at half the price." "I can't risk my ship in the bands of two men," the sick captain an swered. "She's too valuable and so Is ber cargo If this Uttle steamer •I.-?-. tow me in I'll gladly give her my towline and let the court settle the bill." "Not by a million," Mr. Gibney protested. "Beg pardon, sir, but you don't know this here Scraggs like I do. I couldn't think of lettin' him set foot on this deck." - "You couldn't think of it? Well, when did you take command of my ship?" "You're flotsam an' Jetsam, sir, an' practically in the breakers. You're sick, an', for all I know, delirious, so for the sak$ o' protectln' you, the sick seaman in the fo'castle aik' the owners, I'm takin' command." The master of the Chesapeake reached under his pillow and produced a pistol. "Out of my cabin or I'll riddle you," he barked feebly. Mr. Gibney departed without a word of protest and proceeded to make his arrangements, regardless of the master's consent As he and McGuffey busied themselves, laying the leading blocks along the deck, they glanced toward the Maggie and observed Captain Scraggs hurling crates of vegetables overboard in an effort to get at the small boat quickly. "He'll die when the freight claims come In," Mr. McGuffey chortled. "Poor ol' Scraggsy !" When Captain Scraggs came aboard, Mr. Gibney escorted him around to the master's cabin, Introduced him, and stood by while they bargained. "The tow will cost you five thousand. Captain," Scraggs began pompously. VMe an' McGuffey'll sail you in for four," Gibney declared. "Three thousand," snarled Scraggs. "Sallln's cheap as dirt at two thousand. As a matter of fact, Scraggsy, me an' Mac'll sail her in for nothin' Just to skin you out o' the salvage." "Two thousand dollars is my lowest figure," Scraggs declared, "lake It or leave It, Captain. Under the circumstances, bargaining is useless. Two thousand is my last bid." The figure Scraggs named was probably one fifth of what the master of the Chesapeake knew a court would award; nevertheless he shook his head. "It's a straight towing job, Captain, and not a salvage proposition at all. A -tug would tow me in for two hundred and fifty, but I'll give you five hundred." Remembering the vegetables he had jettisoned, Scraggs knew he could not afford to accept that price. "I'm through," he bluffed--and his bluff worked. "Taken, Captain Scraggs. Write out an agreement and Fll sign It." With the agreement In his pocket, Scraggs, followed by Gibney, left the cabin. "One hundred each to you an' Mac If you'll stay aboard the Chesapeake, steer her, an' help the Maggie out with what sail you can get on ber," Scraggs promised. "Take a long, runnln' jump at yourself, Scraggsy, old sorrowful. The best me an' Mac'll do Is to help you cockblll the anchor, an' that'll cost you ten bucks for each of us--in advance." The artful fellow realized tha| Scraggs knew nothing whatever about a sailing ship and would have to depend upon The Squarehead for the information he required. "All right. Here's your money." Scraggs replied and handed Mr. Gibney twenty dollars. He and Nells Halvorsen then went forward, got out the steel towing cable, and fastened a light rope to the end of It. The skiff floated off the ship at the end of the painter, so The Squarehead hauled it in, climbed down into the skiff, and made the light rope fast to a thwart; then, with Captain Scraggs paying out the hawser, Neils bent manfully to the oars and started to tow the steel cable back to the Maggie. Half way there, the weight of the cable dragging behind slowed The Squarehead up and eventually stopped him. Exerting all his fctrength he pulled and pulled, but the sole result of his efforts was to wear himself out, seeing which the Maggie's navigating officer set the little steamer in toward the perspiring Neils, while Captain Scraggs, Gibney, and McGuffey cheered lustily. Suddenly an oar snapped. Instantly Nells unshipped the remaining oar, sprang to the stern, and attempted, by sculling, to keep the skiff's head up to the waves. But the weight of the cable whirled the little craft around, a wave rolled In over her counter, and half-filled her; the succeeding wave completed the Job and rolled the skiff over and The Squarehead was forced to swim back to the Chesapeake. He climbed up the Jacob's ladder to face a storm of abuse from Captain ScraggB. The cable was hauled back aboard with difficulty, owing to the submerged skiff at the end of It. Captain Scraggs and The Squarehead leaned over the Chesapeake's rail and tugged furiously, when the wreck came alongside, but all of their strength was unequal to the task of. righting the little craft by hauling up on the light rope attached to her thwart. For ten dollars more each me an Mac'll tail on to that rope an' do our best to right the skiff. After she's righted. I'll bail her out, borrow new oars from this here bark, an' help Nells row back to the Maggie with the cable." Mr. Gibney volunteered. "Cash in advance, as per usual." You're a pair of highway robbers, but I'll take you," Scraggs almost wailed, and paid out the money; whereupon Gibney and McGuffey "tailed" on to the rope and with raucous cries hauled away. As a result of their efforts the thwart came away with the rope and the quartet snt down with exceeding abruptness on the hard pine deck of the Chesai)eak«!.v "I had an idee that thwart would pull loose," Mr. Gibney remarked. "Well, what're you goin' to do now?" "1 ain't licked yet--not by a Jugful," Scraggs snapped. "Halvorsen, haul j down thst signal halyard Iryxn the ml«- ' zouuiast, take one eu<l o£ it In your teeth, an' swim back to the Maggie with It We'll fasten a heavier line to the cable, an' haul the cable aboard with the Maggie's winch." "You say that so nice, Scraggsy, old hopeful, I'm tempted to think you can whistle it. Neils, he's only askln' you to risk your life overboard for nothing. Tain't In the shlppin' articles that a seaman's got to do that. If he wants a swimmin' exhibition make him pay for It--through the nose. An' if I was you, I'd find out how much o' this two thousand dollars towage he's goin' to distribute to his crew. Pers'nlly I'd get mine In advance." "Adelbert P. Gibney," Captain Scraggs hissed. "There's such a thing as drivln' a man to distraction. Halvorsen. are yon with me?" "Aye bane--for saxty dollars. Hay bane worth a month's pay fof take dat swim." "You dirty Scowegian Ingrate. Well, you don't get no sixty dollars from me. Bear a hand and we'll drop the ship's hundred. Now It'll and, an* I'm lettin* you off cheap at thut . Of course, you can take a chance ^ %n' wait until word o' your predicament sifts Into San Francisco an' a, tug comes out for you, but in the meantime the wind may Increase an' with the tide at the flood how do you know your anchor won't drag an' pile yoa up on them rocks to leeward?" "I'll pay two thousand, Mr. Gibney.* Without further ado, Mr. Gibnej^ wont to the master's cabin, wrote out an agreement, carried the skipper aflt and got his signature to the contract. Tfcen he tucked the skipper into bed and came dashing out on deck. "Come here till I introduce you to the Jib tialyards," he bawled to Mo> Guffey, and they went forward. With the aid of the winch, thef braced the foreyard; then McGuffey ran aft and took the wheel while Mr; Gibney scuttled forward, eased up tha compressor on the windlass, and pep* mitted the anchor chain to pay out rapidly. With the hammer, be knocked out the grin at the forty-five fathom shackle and leaving the anchor to go by the board, for it worried him no longer, the baric Chesapeake moved gently off on a wost-sou'west course that would keep ber three points oil the land. She had sufficient bead sail on BOW to hold her up. Mr. Gibney fell upon the main to'- gallan'-s'l leads like a demon, carried them through the leading block to the winch head, turned over the winch and sheeted home the maln-to'-gallan'-s'l. The Chesapeake gathered speed and Mr. Gibney went aft and stood beside Mr. McGuffey, the while he looked aloft and thrilled to the whine of the breeze through the rigging. "This is sallorlzin'," he declared. "It suro brats bumboatin'. Here, blast you,1 Bart. You're splllin' the wind out o* that jib. First thing you know we'll have her In irons an', then the fat will be In the fire." He took the wheel from McGuffey. When he was two miles off the beach he brought her up into the wind and made the wheel fast, a spoke to leeward. "Sheet home the fore-to'gal* ian'-s'l," he howled and dashed for* ward. "Leggo them buntllnes an1 clewlines, my hearties, an' haul homo that sheet" Was • Forced to Swim Baefc. to the Cheeapeake. work boat overboard. I guess you can tow a signal halyard, to the Maggie, can't you, Neils?" , Nells could--and did. Within fifteen minutes the Maggie was fast to her prize. "Now we'll cockblll the anchor," quoth Captain Scraggs, so McGuffey reporting sufficient steam In the donkey to turn over the windlass, the anchor was raised and cockbilled, and the Maggie hauled away on the hawser the instant Captain Scraggs signaled his new navigating officer that the hook was free of the bottom. The old girl don't seem to be mak- In* headway in the right direction," McGuffey remarked plaintively, after the Maggie hud strained at the hawser for five minutes. Mr. Gibney, standing by with a hammer in his hand, nodded affirmatively, while the skipper of the Chesapeake, whom Mr. Gibney had had the forethought to carry out on deck to watch the operation, glanced apprehensively ashore. Scraggs measured the distance with his eye to the nearest fringe of surf and It was plain that he was worried. Captain Scraggs," the skipper of the Chesapeake called feebly, "Mr. Gibney Is right. That craft of yours is unable to tow my ship against this wind. You're losing ground. Inch by inch, and It will be only a matter of an hour or two, if you hang on to me, before I'll be in the breakers and a total loss. You'll have to get sail on her or let go the anchor until a tug •arrives." I don't know a thing abovt a titllln* ship," Scraggs quavered. * "I know it all," Mr. Gibney cut In, "but there ain't money enough in the world to Induce me to exercise that knowledge to your profit." He turned to the master of the Chesapeake. "For one hundred dollars each, McGuffey an' I will sail her In for you, sir." "I'll not take the risk, Mr. Gibney. Captain Scraggs, If you will follow my instructions we'll get some sail on the Chesapeake. Take those lines through the leading blocks to the winch " The engineer of the Maggie came up on deck and waved his arms wildly. "Leggo," he bawled. "I've blown out two tubes. It'll be all I can do to get home without that tow." "Jump on that, Scraggsy," quoth McGuffey softly and cast his silken engineer's cap on the deck at Scraggs' feet. The latter's face was ashen as he turned to the skipper of the Chesapeake.' "I'm through," he gulped. 'Til have to cast off. Your ship's drlvl.n' on the beach now." "Oh, say not so, Scraggsy," said Mr. Gibney softly, and with a blow of the hammer knocked out the stopper on the windlass and let the anchor (TO BE CONTINUED.) SPEEDING !N THE YEAR 1834 p I This tiew sugar-coated gum delights young and old It "melts in your mouth" and the gum in the center remains to aid digestion, brighten teeth and soothe mouth 1% -4' and throat.. ?.• W-' ' . > >v-;-v "• There are the dther "Wltiil'LfiV friends to choose from, too Costly Pastime for New York' 8tage Driver, Who Was Fined $19 • Twice in a Day. Speeding Is an ancient evil in New York streets. As long ago as 1834 the police had their troubles with "road burners," although, of course, they drove horses then, not motor cars. Here's what a newspaper said about the ancestors of the present day sons of Jehu, one of whom was arrested twice in one day, the New York Sun points out: "The shameful conduct of the omnibus coachmen, who are continually driving their horses through the streets at the top of their speed, has st last attracted tha attention of the proper authorities, and yesterday morning Stephen Colvin, the driver of the Samuel W. Sesly (Andrews' Dry Dock Line) was brought to the upper police office and fined (10 for fast driving. "In the course of the afternoon the same man was brought before Justice Hopson at the lower police office on the complaint of Aid. Flckett for furious driving and racing with the merchant stafee, driven by Van Kuren. Colvin was again fined $10, which has been paid by his employer, and he was liberated. Van Kuren was extremely Insolent to the magistrate, and not being able to pay the fine of $10, and In default thereof, was committed to the bridewell." E-7 STO POTISH ^ ttm MAw /• Wam4m*tul 8**a tha «omniui tor kitchen apron*. Martin t Martin, Mfn., HE HAD SOMETHING COMING FIve-Year-Old Got Drawing He Want. Od, but Retribution Was Stalking Behind Him. R. S. Grable, a St Louis newspaper man, celebrated his fiftieth birthday in a unique way. He gave a birthday party and invited 75 children. Cobb Shinn was In St. Louis at the time, and was asked to help entertain ^ythe youngsters by drawing pictures on the large paper hats which were given to each child. He would draw whatever the children asked for, and the subjects were many and various. Finally a five-year-old handed up his bat and said: "I want a pig." The drawing was started, when a brother about a year older, spoke up: "Aw, he don't want a picture of a pig"--and the argument was on. When the drawing was finished, the five-year-old stuck out his chest and boasted: "See, I got what I wanted!" "Yes, but just wait until I get yon home and see if I don't ruin you," replied the brother. ^ , Essentials. What do "successful" men think made them succeed? What qualities In other men would they think prom* lsed an important and useful futureT perhaps the opinions of no group of persons on such matters could be more valued than that of the mem« berslilp of the American Society of Engineers. Fifteen hundred of thesa key-men of industry answered a questionnaire on "The Eight Qualities Es? sential for Shccess." The voting oa a dozen or more qualities, worked out in order of the relative frequency at their selection, resulted in this list being preferred by the engineers: character, judgment. Initiative, ro> sourcefulness, ability to handle men, enthusiasm, industry, technical trains Ing. From this piece of testimony It would seem to be a question of thji "man" first the "engineer" second. Curriculum. ; Is getting more atra ttora prevalent." "Yes, I guess the schools will soon have to give a course in it"-HL>euis- Tille Courier-Journal. When it comes to getting his dues, his satanlc majesty never'gets left. The Surprise. "A passel of the neighbors Jurd Lopp a birthday surprise party* tuther night," related a resident of tha Straddle Ridge, Ark., region. "Some* how the word sorter punctuated around to Jurd that they were com*: Ing, and on the morning of his birthday he woke up with the grip. He got worse during the day and by night he was feeling meaner than thunder and plumb hostile. He loaded up hliv " old shotgun and 'lowed, b'gud. If anybody surprised him they'd run their* selves ragged getting away there." "Well, did they sure-enough him?" "You b<t! They found out how he felt about It, and didn't come."i--Kansas City Star. 'M Cow Didn't Want It. Mother had been seeking by possible means to stimulate ber somewhat undeveloped sense of gratitude. "Now, Harold,' said she on one occasion, "don't you think that you ought to be very grateful to the cow for the milk she gives you every morning?" "Well, 'mother," said Harold. "I* don't know I should. She has no use for, It herself."--Harper's Ma#aslne. A legend is a barefaced He that has grown old enough to wear whiskers. People who never get down to business seldom get up in the world.* Many ambitious men and women live only half a life and don't^ know it No person whose iiei unj1' ilife irritated, whose appetite and digestion are turbed, or who doesn't sleep well has more half his normal chance for success in life, weakness, debility, anemia and general lack are a serious handicap to anybody. The Llamas' Devil Dance. ~ TTfiPfe, at Darjlllng, I saw the Llamas' devil dance; the soul, a white* faced child with eyes unnaturally en* larged, fleeing among a rabble at devils--the evil passions. It fled wildly here and there, and every way was blocked. The child fell on Its knees, screaming dumbly--you could see the despair in tha starting eyea* but all was drownedrln the thunder of Thibetan drums. No mercy--no escape. Horrible! I shall always sea the face of the child, hunted down to go down by the run. "Not this voy-1 hell, falling on Its knees, and screamage, at least." The Chesapeake rounded with a Jerk and Mr. Gibney took Captain Scraggs gently by the arm. "Into the 'small boat, old ruin," he whispered, "and I'll row you an' The Squarehead back to the Maggie. If she drifts ashore with that load o' garden truck, you might ns well drown yourself." Captain Scraggs was beyond words. He suffered himself to be taken back to the Maggie, after whinh kindly Action Mr. Gibney returned to the Chesapeake, climbed aboard, and with the assistance of McGuffey, hauled the work boat up on the deck. "Now," Mr. Gibney Inquired, aping without a sound, when I hear urum."--L. Adams Beck in the Atlaa> tic Monthly. Innocents at Home. , Mr*. 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Cpffee-like cereal beverage--perfectly delicious! Order Postum from your grocer today. Drinlj; 6iis ftagrant, aromatic beverage and see hovr much better you'll feel able to do more with* out becoming fatigued--as thousands have dis* Severed for themselves. Postum comes in two forme: Instant Poatum (In tinafe - •lad* instantly in the cap by the addition of bailing watefc •plustum Cereal (in packagae of larger bulk, for those wfc •refer to make the drink while the meet is being pi by boiling for 20 minateOi Sold by all grocera. . - .* • postum for Heal# "There's c *,f .1- *