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«• • t •<>'A t T H E G I R L A T T H E H A L F W A Y H O U S E T H l ! S T O R Y O F T H E C O f f H O Y 1!Y E. HOUGH, AUTHOR Cemtamr, N t *o Ytrk b* D. A11It t on 1 9 0 8 , CHAPTER XKjC. r»v m 1 B i l l W a t s o n . ffi, The sheriff of Ellisville sat In his ^office oiling: the machinery of the law; •irjVhlch is to say, cleaning his revolver. *There was not yet any courthouse, trhe sheriff was the law. Twelve new imounds on the hillside back of the Cottage Hotel showed how faithfully be had executed his duties as judge and jury since he had taken up his office ft the beginning of the "cow boom" of Ellisville. His right hand had found sdmewhat to do, and he had done it with his might, Ellisville,,was near the zenith of its 'bad eminence. The entire country had gone broad-horn. Money being free, whisky was not less so. The bar of the Cottage was lined perpetually. Wild men frotn the range rode their horses up the steps and into the bar­ room, demanding to be served as they sat in the saddle, as gentlemen should. , Glass was too tempting to the six- shooters of these enthusiasts, and the barkeeper begged the question by stowing awajy the fragments of his mir­ ror and keeping most of his bottles out of sight More than once he was asked to hold up a bottle of whisky so that some dow-puncher might prove his skill by shooting the neck off from the flask. The bartender was taci­ turn and at times glum, but his face was the only one at the bar that show­ ed any irritation or sadness. This railroad town was a bright, new thing for the horsemen of the trail--a very Joyous thing. No funeral could check their hilarity; no whisky could daunt their throats, long seared with alkali. It was notorious that after the civil war human life was held very cheap all over America, it having been seen how small a thing is a man, how little missed may be a million men taken ' /|>odily from the population. Nowhere - %as life cheaper than on the frontier. - and at no place on that frontier of less value than at this wicked little city. The sheriff of EUisrllle looked thoughtful as he tested the machinery of the law. He had a warrant for a new bad man who had come up from go over an' git Cap Franklin. He's a good man. Pick up somebody else you want to go along with you, an' then you start out on Cal's trail, near as you can git at it. You better take along that d d Greaser o' yorn. that big Juan, fer he kin run trail like a houn'. You stop at all the out­ fits you come to, fer say fifty miles. Don't do nothin' more'n ask, an' then go on. If you come to a outfit that hain't seen him, an' then another outfit furder on that has seen him. you remember the one that hain't. If you don't git no track iri^fty mile, swing around to the southeast, an' cut the main drive trail an' see if you hear of anything thataway. If you don't git no trace by that, you better come on back in an' tell me, an' then we'll see what to do about it furder." "All right. Bill," said Curly, rising and taking a chew of tobacco, in which the sheriff joined him. "All right. You got any papers fer us to take along?" "Papers?" said the sheriff contempt­ uously. "Papers? Hell!" • • • • • Ike Anderson was drunk--calmly, magnificently, satisfactorily drunk. It had taken time, but it was a fact ac­ complished. The actual state of af­ fairs was best .known to Ike Anderson himself, and not obvious to the passer­ by. Ike Anderson's gaze might have been hard, but it was direct. His walk was perfectly decorous and straight, his brain perfectly clear, his hand perfectly steady. Only, some­ where deep down in his mind there burned some little, still, blue flame of devilishness, which left Ike Anderson not a human being, but a skillful, logi­ cal and murderous animal. "This," said Ike Anderson to him­ self all the time, "this is little Ike An­ derson, a little boy, playing. I can see the green fields, the pleasant meadows, the little brook that crossed them. I remember my mother gave me bread and milk for my supper, al­ ways. My sister washed my bare feet, when I was a little, little boy." He paused and leaned ome hand against a m "Any trouble?" If m .L'Ztr* I / the Indian nations, and who had cele­ brated his first day in town by shoot- ving two men who declined to get off the sidewalk, so that he could ride his .-'"horse more comfortably there. '(••rj-i Bill Watson, the sheriff of Ellisville, J^ V was a heavily built man, sandy haired, red-mustached, and solid. His legs were bowed and his carriage awk- vward. He had thick, clumsy looking --fingers, whose appearance belied their deftness. Bill Watson had gone tthrough the Quantrell raid in his time. ' V tjlt was nothing to him when he was 'V to be killed. Such a man is careful Sf|;£.;V'.ln his shooting, because he is care- :', ^L less of being shot, having therefore a -t: 5 . vast advantage over the desperado l^/.ffof two or three victims, who does not I^M'iyet accept the fact that his own days are numbered. The only trouble in regard to this new bad man from Wi ^ below was that his mental attitude :>3fon this point was much the same as that of Sheriff Bill Watson. There­ fore the sheriff was extremely careful abot(t the oiling of the cylinder, if. He flnisTiec! the cleaning of his six- shooter and tossed the oiled rag into the drawer of the table where he y^kept the warrants. He slipped the "f^heavy weapon into the scabbard at '• i'his right leg and saw that the string ^' Jheld the scabbard firmly to his trouser ;-leg, so that he might draw the gun smoothly and without hindrance from i JSts sheatii. He was a simple, unpre- tentious man; not a heroic figure as ,*he stood, his weight resting on the ,"iBides of his feet, looking out of the I;-% *>w down the long and wind-swept v 'y etreijt of Ellisville. I t G r a d u a l l y t h e g a z e o f t h e s h e r i f f A\Vjocused, becoming occupied with the £* <Vv jffflgure of a horseman whose steady a biding seemed to have a purpose other than that of merely showing his joy Jn living and riding. This rider passed other riders without pausing. He came up the street at a gallop until opposite the office door, where he Jerked up his horse sharply and - «prang from the saddle. "Mornin', Bill," he said. "Mornln', Curly," said the sheriff pleasantly. "Lookln* for a doctor! You're ridin' perty fast." "Nope," said Curly. "Reckon It's a ' shade too late for a doctor." The sheriff was gravely silent. After a while he said, quietly: "Any trouble?" •X- "Yep. Plenty." "Who?" # "Why, It's Cal Greathouse. You know Cal. Last week he goes off west a ways, a-lookin' fer some winter range that won't be so crowded. He ' goes alone. Now, to-day his horse comes back, draggln' his lariat. We 'lowed we better come tell you. O' course, they ain't no horse gettln' t away fm Cal Greathouse, not 11 he's V alive." "** The sheriff fell Into thought, slowly chewing at a splinter. "I'll tell you," fee said At length, slowly, "I kain't very well git away right now. Yotf "Colored scion," said Ike, "hereafter --to oblige me--would you mind whoopin' It up with yore broom a leetle faster?" The negro scowled and muttered, and the next moment sprang sprawl­ ing forward with a scream. Ike had, shot off the heel of his shoe, in the' process not sparing all of the foot.: The negro swept as he had never swept before. Twice a bullet cut the floor at his feet, and at last the stick of the broom was shattered in his hand. "Colored scion," said Ike An-' derson, as though in surprise, "yore broom is damaged. Kneel down and pray for another." Tae negro knelt and surely prayed. On all sides swept the wide and empty streets. > It was Ike Anderson's town. A red film seemed to his gaze to come over the face of things. He slipped his revolver back into the scabbard and paused again to think. A quick footstep sounded on the walk behind him, and he wheeled, still puz­ zled with the red film ahd the mental problem. The sheriff stood quietly facing him. with his thumbs resting lightly in his belt. He had not drawn his own re­ volver. He was chewing a splinter. "Ike," said he, "throw up your hands." The nerves of some men act more quickly than thcfise of others, and such men make the most dangerous pistol shots, when they have good di­ gestion and long practice at the rapid drawing of the revolver, an art at that time much cultivated. - Ike An­ derson's mind and nerves and mus­ cles were always lightning-like in the instantaneous rapidity of their action. The eye could scarce nave followed th9 movement by which me revolver leaped to a level from hisVlght-hand scabbard. He had forgotten, in his moment of study, that with his six- shooter he had fired once at the whis- gy barrel, once at the glass of straws, once at the negro's heel, twice at the floor, and once at the broomstick. The click on the empty shell was heard clearly at the hotel bar, distinctly ahead of the double report that fol­ lowed. For, such was the sharpness of this man's mental and muscu.ar action, he had'dropped the empty re­ volver from his right hand and drawn the other with his left hand in time to mret the fire of the sheriff. (To be continued.) A EULOGY ON 8IN. porch post, thinking. "A Httle, little boy," he repeated to himself. "No, it isn't," he thought. "It's Ike Anderson, growing up. He's play­ ing tag. , The boy tripped him and laughed at him, and Ike Anderson got out his knife." He cast a red eye about him. "No, it isn't," he thought. 'It's Ike Anderson, with the people chasing him. And the shotgun. Ike's grow­ ing up faster, growing right along. They all want him, but they don't get him. One, two, three, five, nine, eight, seven--I could count them all once. Ike Anderson. No mother. No sweetheart. No home. Moving, mov­ ing. But they neveir scared him yet --Ike Anderson. ... I never took any cattle!" An impulse to walk seized him, and he did so, quietly, steadily, until he met a stranger, a man whose clothing bespoke his residence in another re^ gion. "Good morning, gentle sir," said Ike. "Good morning, friend," said the other, smiling. "Gentle sir," said Ike, "just lemme look at you watch a minute, won't you, please?" Laughingly the stranger complied, suspecting only that his odd accoster might have tarried too long over his cups. Ike took the watch in his hand, looked at it gravely for a mo­ ment, then gave it a jerk that broke the chain, and dropped it into his own pocket. „ "I like it," said he simply, and pflssed on. The stranger followed.' about to use violence, but caught sight of a white-faced man, who through a window vehemently beckoned him to pause. Ike Anderson stepped into a saloon and took a straw from a glass stand­ ing on the bar, exercising an exact and critical taste in its selection. "I'm very thirsty," he remarked plaintive­ ly. Saying which, he shot a hole in a barrel of whisky, inserted the straw, and drank lingeringly. "Thank you," he said softly, and shot the glass of straws off the coun­ ter. "Thank; you. Not after me." The whisky ran out over the floor, out of the door, over the path and into the road, but no one raised a voice in rebuke. The blue flame burned a trifle higher in Ike Anderson's brain. He was growing very much intoxicated, and therefore very quiet and very sober- looking. He did not yell and flourish his revolvers, but walked along Re­ cently, engaged in thought. He passed by the front of the Cottage Hotel. A negro boy, who worked about thd place, was sweeping idly at the porch door, shuffling lazily about at his em­ ployment. Ike paused and looked amiably at him for some moments. "Good morning, colored scion," he said pleasantly. "Mawnin', boss," said the negro, grinning widely. Woman's Declaration That It Is All Worth Living For. The Paris correspondent of the Lon­ don Globe tells a curious story of a certain English writer . . . who had always, before he came to a most disastrous end, been famous for his want of balance." This Individual ap­ pears to have come by his defect nat­ urally enough, to judge from the por­ trait of his mother sketched by one of his friends. The writer once took that friend to see the lady in question and this is the way in which the in­ terview is described: "It was a beautiful sunny day in June, the sort of day when all normal people want to be out of doors. We went to a pretty house in London, and werp ushered into a drawing room, the shutters and curtains of which were all carefully closed, the gas be­ ing lighted, and where there was a sickening smell of some very strong perfume. Crouched in a large chair was the most terrible looking old dame, with long, skinny hands and glittering black eyes. She gave me a claw to shake and looked at me fixed­ ly. 'Young man,' said she, 'I don't know why you come to see an old woman like me, but I can give you some excellent advice. Remember this. There is only one thing on earth worth living for, and that is sin.'" When Patience Is Hard. A man whose soul is centered on a great ideal to which his life's work has been given, chafes at the thought that he must be taken before seeing its realization, says the Spectator. A man again of fiery energy whose days have been spent in conflicts may re­ double his efforts at the prospect of their cessation and show an almost hysterical vitality in his closing years. It is a commonplace of literature. The men of the greatest power have the least toleration for petty triumphs, the most abiding sense of the s-nallnes3 of their task. That line "In Memo- riam" which was one of the last utter­ ances of Mr. Rnodes ("So little done, so much to do!") is a cry on the lips of all who fix their eyes on the far horizon. Haste to justify themselves, either to make practical some idea or to walk a little farther on the road, is the last Infirmity of the strongest and best. MURDER MYSTERY PROVING BAD TANGLE FOR i; POLICE Of MASSACHUSETTS TO UNRAVEL Accounting for the Knights. When Henry Van Dyke accepted the chair of English literature at Prince­ ton he gave a special course in Sir Thomas Malory's "Morte Arthure" and Tennyson's "Idylls of the King." One day the conversation drifted to the number of Rights who composed Arthur's Round Table. One ofx the seniors asked Dr, Van Dyke about how many he thought there were. "About forty, I think, is the number usually conceded," he replied. "I understand there were fifty," remonstrated anoth­ er student. "Well, possibly there were," replied the doctor; "but then there must have been at least ten of the knights constantly on the road en­ gaged in different quests and pleas­ ures around King Arthur's realm.'" "Oh, yes," burst forth an irrepressible senior, "Arthur's 'Ten Nights in a Bar­ room.' " A Child's Definitions. > The late Frederic R. Coudert, law­ yer and wit, had a great fondness for children. He collected indefatigably the quaint sayings of children, and "one of the treasures of his library was a small manuscript volume filled with definitions that children had composed. This volume was called a "child's dictionary," and these are some of the definitions that Mr. Cou­ dert would read from it: "Dust--Mud with the juice squeezed out of it. "Snoring--Letting off sleep. "Apples--The bubbles that agplo trees blow. "Back biter--a mosquito. "Fan--A thing to brush the warm off with. / "Ice--Water that went to sleep In the cold." K7fS>ft % , ..W- ,J i k̂i- < J#';'," -iri ** :•&£ - - • , .J '•' 1 'it :• $4 . : O.. • , '..V *r •' ,-. ' " . : •, a g f (hMK % Muslim"** I i THE PAGE HOUSE--DOTTED LINE SHOWS THE ROUTE THE MURDERER TOOK, ENTERING THE FRONT DOOR, GOING THROUGH THE LIVING ROOM AND UPSTAIRS TO MISS PAGE'S ROOM WHERE SHE WAS KITif.ff.p. FACTS OP THE CRIME. The murderer knew the home and the family thoroughly. There was no robbery, no assault and no apparent object in the mur­ der. The story of injury to the brother shows careful premeditation. The mutilating slashes made after death shows that it was not the work of a hardened criminal. No tracks, stains or clues of any sort have been found in the house. Stabbed in the back with a great two-edged knife that pierced her lungs, and slashed in the throat until her jugular vein was severed, to give the deed an appearance of sui­ cide, and with eleven other terrible stabs and slashes. Miss Mabel Page, daughter of Edward Page, former mil­ lionaire of Boston, was most foully murdered in her father's home In ^feston, Mass., March 31. When her father returned to the home at 2.30 in the afternoon, after a trip to Boston, he found the house unlocked and this note on a table In the sitting room on the first floor: " Brother Harold has been injured and I have gone to the Massachusetts General Hospital to see him. " Mabel." The aged father made a hurried search of the house, realizing his daughter would not have left the house unlocked. In her room he found her, lying full length upon the floor beside her bed, with arras out­ stretched, fully dressed for the street, even to hat and jacket, and he saw a terrible gash across her throat from ear to ear. Mr. Page thought his daughter had killed herself or at­ tempted to do so, and he ran to the nearest house, half a mile away, to telephone for medical assistance. There is not on record in the Com­ monwealth an instance of such a cruel, brutal, unprovoked and terribly mysterious crime as this and the keenest wits of the State police and others are at work in vain for some clue, some slight thing upon which they may build a theory that will stand, but all to no purpose. These are the wounds the under­ taker found: A stab in the back that penetrated tho left lung. This would have proved fatal, and it shows the murderer first struck the woman from behind. Then there was a stab in the centre of her breast, just below her neck, that would have proved fatal, and .shows the man struck a second blow as the woman fell. There are four wounds upon her right hand, showing where she put her hand to ward off the weapon. In the throat were three slashes, one of which severed the Jugular vein and half severed the head. The others were vicious deep slashes, apparently made to give an appearance of suicide, which only one in a murderous frenzy would be unwise enough to make. In (he left side was a deep stab and in the right side of the abdomen were three stab wounds, all deep and all of which would have singly proved fatal. In all, the brutal fiend who killed the defenseless woman, left alone in her father's home, delivered thir­ teen telling blows, and at least seven of them were wild, maniacal slashes of mutilation delivered after the woman was dead. And yet, with all these wounds, the dead woman lay with her clothes on, in such a fashion that the father and two physicians failed to realize she had been murdered, as the throat slashes were all they could see. Re­ markable in the extreme Is the fact that there was not % cupful of blood upon the floor where the dead woman lay. She bled internally, the physicians declared, which explains the extra­ ordinary absence of blood stains. Tho murderer so slashed and mutilated the body that internal bleeding was made possible and the blood flowed internally easier than it came from the thirteen wounds. The woman apparently had been informed that her brother, who worked in Boston, had been injured in an accident, and taken to a hospital. She was preparing to leave at once for Boston when she met her death. A note written by her explaining that she was going to her brother's aid was fdund on a table. The brother, however, was found to bo in good .health. STOOD ON HIS DIGNITY. Patent Commissioner Has Exalted Opinion of Himself. Patent Commissioner Allen is Im­ pressed with the dignity of his posi­ tion. A few days ago a young man came into his office, took off his hat and said: "Mr. Allen, may I speak with you a moment?" Allen eyed the visitor coldly. "Sit down,' he said, "and I will attend to you in a few min­ utes." Then he went out and talked with a representative or two and some other visitors. . Finally he turn­ ed to the young man and said: "Come into my private office." Once there, Mr. Allen looked severely at the young man and said: "I observed when you came in that you called me 'Mr. Al­ len.' Do you know, sir, that I am the commissioner of patents for the United States?" Enjoys Dancing at Ninety-six. Mrs. Ann Randall of Langhorne, Pa., celebrated her ninety-sixth birth­ day by giving a party at which she danced several times in as lively a manner as anyone present. Among those at the ball were a dughter, five sons, twenty grandchildren and twenty- eight great-grandchildren. TH£ VIRGINIA AND HER SPONSOR The battleship Virginia was launched in Newport News, Virginia, April 6. Miss Matilda Gay Montague, daughter of the Governor of Virginia, officiated as sponsor at the launching. Prof. Haeckel Is Modest. To escape onerous congratulations on the occasion of bis seventieth birthday, Prof. Ernest Haeckel has been spending the winter at Rapallo, In the French Riviera. He is as ac­ tive as a man of 40. In a recent letter Haeckel protests against being called a savant. Germany, he says, "is full of professors who are more learned, who have read more books than I have. My lifelong aim has been par­ ticularly to study one big book-- nature." Laboratory of Applied Physiology. The municipal council of Paris has adopted a proposal of M. Bussat for the foundation of a laboratory of ap­ plied physiology. M. Bussat has him­ self sketched out a scheme of the work which should be undertaken In such a laboratory, relating to the ali­ mentary value of foodstuffs, muscu­ lar work, intoxication, etc., and he suggests that the director should give publicity to the work of the labora­ tory by means of a course of lectures to the pupils of the professional and normal schools of Paris. The Virginia is the most recently designed battleship of the United States navy, and embodies the highest ingenuity and maturest experience of naval experts. She is the first of five Making Carpets In India. The finest carpets in India are pro­ duced at Amritsar. and between 4,000 and 5,000 people are engaged in their manufacture. These operators are not collected in factories as with us, but work in their own homes. The looms are usually set,- up in the doorways, through which (the only light can en­ ter the houses,\and as you pass up and down the streets you see women and men, even children, at work at the looms, for every membejr of the family takes a turn. A Brotherly Opinion. The crown prince of Germany and his younger brother. Prince Eitel Fritz, are much dissimilar in charac­ ter and disposition, the latter being exteremely retiring and greatly im­ pressed with Jthe necessity fbr com­ plying with parental authority. The crown prince, on the contrary, on "sev­ eral occasions has suffered through disobeying his august father. The headstrong heir apparent once told a friend that Prince Eitel was "a very good boy, but not the stuff that kings are made battleships that are being built on the one model. In the group Is shown a picture of the ship, sb she will ap­ pear when completed, and ona of Mlsi Montague. Two Eyes Not Needed. It Is said that "Si" Hunch of Mil van nah, Ga., a typical sporUman uf Urn old-time south, may vlwlt noma of tint Chicago race tracks thin Mim»m<r Basch lost an eye years mo, but lis says he does not feel his loss munli "You see," he expIaliiH whiniHloally, "It is so easy to pick winner* iiowm days that 1 don't need two ||« is said to have left his mark among the bookmakers at BenniuKS track, Washington, having boon successful. Threatened Revival of Chignon. Mme. Marie Paille, the autocrat ol Parisian hairdressers, has decided that the hideous chignon is to comc in again. All of feminine Franc* doubtless will bow in submission to this decree, Englishwomen will fall into line and It is not to be thought that Uncle Sam's daughters will lag behind. The chignon has been des­ cribed as "about on a par, as a bar­ baric ornamentation, with the nose ring and the jingling bracelet It it unsanitary and provocative of scalf diseases.* WOMEN BREAK DOWN. Soq&etimes Wo me ft drift into a condition of "half invalid." Con­ tinual languor, all tired out, run down, backache, nerves shat­ tered, headache, terri­ ble pain, no appetite, poor digestion. In nine cases out of ten it's be» cause the kidneys fail to do their work of filtering the poisonous system waste from the blood. The kidneys are weak and need tho strengthening help of ttoan's Kidney Pills. Read how these pills repair a weakened physical con­ dition when this condition is caased by sick kidneys: Mrs. Sadie Mettles of 394 W. 4th Ave., Columbus, Ohio, says: "Prior to the year 1898 I suffered considerably from backache, pain in the head, lan­ guor and depression and weakness of the action of the kidneys. The pain was always worse in the morning, and I felt miserable. I was induced to procure a box of Doan's Kidney Pills and I began their use. They proved prompt and effective. They cured mo and there has been no return of tho trouble since taking them. I owe all the credit to Doan's Kidney Pills." A FREE TRIAL of this great kid- pey medicine which cured Mrs. Met­ tles will be mailed on application to any part of tho United States. Ad­ dress Foster-MIlburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. For sale by all druggists, price 50 cents per box. Students at Manual Labor. Twenty-five Cornell students the other night shoveled coal, oiled ma­ chinery and did other manual labor at the Croton water pumping station in New York city. This they did for educational purposes, the party being in charge ol Professors Carpenter and Diedrichs. The young men took turns at the work, putting in their aparo time examining engines and boiler. Each will write an essay' on his ex­ perience. To the housewife who has not yet become acquainted with the new things of everyday use in the market and who Is reasonably satisfied with the old, we would suggest that a trial of Defiance Cold Water Starch bo made at once. Not alone because It Is guaranteed by the manufacturers to be superior to any other brand, but because each 10c package con­ tains 16 ozs., while all the other kinds contain but 12 ozs. It is safe to say that the lady who once uses Defiance Starch will use no other. Quality and quantity must win. Cable's Copy Well Prepared. George W. Cable was driven to writing with his left hand through a fear of writer's cramp in the other. His manuscript is microscopic and a marvel of neatness. On one occasion he hurriedly finished a story while traveling to meet his publisher. On turning over his manuscript he apolo­ gized on account of Its unwonted de­ parture from extreme regularity. The editor looked over the pages and said: "Well, Mr. Cable, I'll send this to the printers as it is, and if they have any trouble with It--why, Til discharge every one of them." A Gracious Tribute. A pretty story is told by one of Joaquin Miller's friends of a meeting between the "Poet of the Sierras" and Mrs. Langtry. ohe was stopping at the homo of a mutual friend in San Francisco, who was anxious to bring tne two celebrities together. Invita­ tions were issued not only to Mr. Miller, but to a number of other lit­ erary lights as well. The hour came, the guests assembled, all but the poet himself. At last he was discerned ap­ proaching, dressed as usual in over­ alls, the red flannel shirt which he af­ fects, and the immense gray sombrero which he invariably wears, and which he has to have made to order. The servant opened the door. The poet entered, but without removing his hat. This he kept on until directly in front of Mrs. Langtry, who stood at her hostess' side. Then with a courtly gesture he doffed his hat, flinging a perfect shower of rose petals at the beauty's feet, accompanying the action with the words, "California showers red roses on the Jersey Lily." ARMY TRIALS* An Infantryman's Long Siege. This soldier's tale of food is interest­ ing. During his term of service in 17th Infantry in Cuba and Philippines, an Ohio soldier boy contracted a disease of the stomach and bowels which all army doctors who treated him pro­ nounced Incurable, but which Grape-,, Nuts food alone cured: "In October, 1899, when my enlist­ ment expired, I was discharged from the army at Caluluto, Philippines, and returnod to the 8tates on the first available steamer that left Manila. Wht»n 1 (nt homo I was a total wreck physically and my doctor put me to Itod h«« (HHisldnriMl me the worst broi.KiMiow i t i i i m i i of my u u « * h o over saw and »M"! troMlnu mo ti months lilt rolmldnnnl tw> Imyoijd mudicai aid "MnHun Hill AM win tar of 1100 I war urtmtttiHt to the names llo*|ill^1 W#nl>li»*lmi, J>. C, for liMit» t iiiuitif Inflammation of lltii Miii urn! liowi'ln luil afttir S month* imIiiitM'd liointi mm l/ort a« «ver. ' | noli I hi IIM IdklliM mrdirino until • Vlii iihi > I mil, wltPtt I'tiailliiK a n«ws» |im|>*>i iian tl*» I iniiil about Orapo-Nuts Mini wki no iiii|uu*awtl I seat out for a riMht away. "Tlui rum 11 in qulekly'told for I haVI* mo'it (imim Nutm continually over silica with tho liftat n»Niiltn, my hoalth la *u 1 cun do a fair day's hard work, stomach and bowels are in good con­ dition, have Katnod 40 pounds in weight and I feel like a new man alto­ gether. "I owe my preaent good health to Gralpo-Nuts beyond all doubt for medi­ cal science was exhausted." Namo given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Had he consulted any one of sev­ eral thousand physicians we know of they would have prescribed Grap» Nuts immediately. Look in.each pkg. for tho famous little book. The Road to WellviUo." r