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'The son of a multi-millionaire become* Infatuated with her. and they decide to put her theories into practice. With no other iwmcny than a hand­ clasp they go away- together. A few days «>a his yacht showa her that the man "of2«"£d lefty i5e3.1i> to possess n>~r. Katharine discovers that th« man i« mar­ ried. While drunk he attempts to kiss her. She knocks him down and leaves him unconscious and escapes in the darkness in a gasoline launch. During a storm she Is chat ashore on an Island. Three years' teaching: gives the man a aplendid education. She becomes a Chris­ tian. Their love for each other is re­ vealed when he rescues her from » cave where she bad been imprisoned by as earthquake. * CHAPTER XI.--Continued. "If they ail stood here bj me on the sand, if all their excellencies and vir­ tues were centered upon one and she stood by you on the Band, my heart would turn to you. It isn't because «nii «*ar * TTC^Ji C-TC 5l^Swt2fl*l» ere you not?" Poor man, he had no standards of comparison, only the instinct for the lovely. "Men said so," she answered, smil­ ing at him and blushing In confusion. 'Hen!" he cried. "What men?" *T will tell you to-morrow." She sighed deeply at the thought of the revelation. ' "Well then," he continued, "it isn't because you are beautiful, or because you are wise, or because you are learned, or because you are kind; it is because you are you that I lore you." "And If I were none of these things?" "I would love you Just the same." "But I am not what yon think me In some ways." "I could never think highly enough of you, I know that." • "No, no. it Isn't that When 1 tell you-"" Hha Stopped ££j !OC»Cu at him pi' ling. After all the greater test was to come then. "To err," she remem­ bered the ancient Latin proverb, "was human; to forgive divine." Would be be human or divine in this trial? Had she so traiued him that he could for five the unforgiveable? In more ways than one her happiness depended upon what would be his course. If he forgave her and condoned her fault, their love could have , tree •course if ever opportunity for beni son "upon It presented. But If he followed the common course of men, not only would any future union be­ tween them on the only terms to which she «ould consent be Impos­ sible, but be would kill her heart, her trust in man--so me u m es, she wildly believed, her trust in God. ••Nothing, nothing/* he repeated, "that you could toll me would make any difference." . So lovers have protested, she re­ called, since time and the world be­ gan. And yet things told have made difference. What would it do for their future, this revelation of the morrow? And again she realized that the test, If she herself were compelled to make It, would not be exactly fair, for she wpilld be at once prosecuting attor­ ney, advocate for the defense, even In pome phase the passer of judgment. Sbe would be the criminal and the world to him. It. would hardly be possible for him td arrive at a correct view and come to a determination un­ biased and free. If, she could have transported him by some magic pow­ er among the children of men, and with them for auditory have told her story, the test would be a true one. What he would do then after having beard the world's voices, the world's appeals, the world's mockeries, would truly determine what he was, and in no other way could that determina­ tion be arrived at. Though she strove to be as impartial as divinity, she oould not but make her defense coln- Cldent with her revelation, her Justifi­ cation at the same time with her con­ demnation. He knew nothing of life hut what she and instinct had taught bim, and neither would be safe guides In this emergency. He could protest ^nd she could believe his protests, but unless they were uttered not merely before high heaven but before sur­ rounding men, they would he of little value. She put this by resolutely at last We are the creatures of circumstance +i«Mt environment. She would have to do the best that she could on the morrow. Meanwhile she Would, as she had said, enjoy the day. And so the morning hours wore away until the time came for the customary parting. At first she would have abandoned, in the luxury of the new passion, or the new revelation of the old passion, the customary rule, but she still preserved some lingering remains of her common •ense and she clearly perceived -that It was necessary to go on as they bad. Society cannot proceed without Its conventions and these simple regu­ lations were their conventions which bad to be obeyed. And so they parted. But parted as they had never parted before, torn asunder by their own Compliance with their own potty rules, their hearts protesting. Long before the earthquake they bad erected on the topmost hill of the Island a hugs pile of dead wood from the groves beneath. When they had parted she had sug­ gested to him--and it was significant that DOW it was a suggestion; yester­ day it woald hive been a command-- that be should •sice time to ascend the tiff ml rearrange the great heap at irood which they had builded. During Sll the time that "had elapsed since she had been there no sail bad whitened the horizon, no curl of smoke had be­ tokened the distant passing of a steamer. But no spot of the globe could forever remain unvisited, she thought, and some day that pile of wood might make a beacon light to call civilisation to them. He was glad to comply with her suggestion, glad for occupation, and so he promised and went his way. When he had disappeared, she turned the edge of the cliff in the se­ cluded amphitheater where her cave fronted the ocean. She threw aside her tunic of woven KCMRl and plunged Into the cool, delightful pool, which fortunately the egrthquake had not disturbed. Her clothes, the scanty garments she had improvised from her underclothing, had long since worn out. It had not been difficult, how­ ever, to plait of certain pliable rushes which grew in plenty upon the island, the loose sad shapeless garments they both wore, She had used strips torn from what had remained of her cloth­ ing for binding and edging and prac­ tice had made her dextrous and skill­ ful in the rude weaving. She still preserved, however, the blouse and shirt of serge, her only pair of stock­ ings and the canvas boating shoes. Sometimes in i^le moments she tried those shoes on^Fortunately for her, they were loose and easy. Going bare­ foot three years had enlarged her small and slender feet to something like those human and proper propor­ tions which, from the standpoint of nature at least, had greatly enhanced weir beauty. She kepi. "UJwS c!rtvr~. she hardly knew why, perhaps for one reason since she had been able to weave the wattled garment so well suited to her needs She had had no use for them; perhaps against the day of the arrival of other civilisation than her own. Greatly refreshed by her bath--and It shows her absolute confidence In him and bis worth that interruption never occurred to her; it had never come and therefore it never would-- she resumed her tunic and walked toward the cave. The tide was very low. The sands terminated on one aide in a rocky ledgfe where a long arm of the lagoon ran to the foot of the cliff. The cliff had been tremen­ dously shaken, apparently, and she. no­ ticed Just above the water line a nar­ row opening. She had thought from noises during storms that there was a hidden cave in the cliff with an opening under the water. She had imagined that possibly she could enter it by diving, but she had never cared to make the attempt, although by this time she had become as much at home in the water or under it as if she had been a native of the south seas. Some­ times in the morning they swam in the lagoon together, oftentimes she swam alone. It was a great pleasure to her and a necessity as well la that low latitude. Curiosity induced her to Inspect more closely this opening near the water's edge. Again throwing aside her garment, she plunged into the arm of the sea and swam boldly toward the cliff. There was just room enough between the water's level and the top of the opening for her head. She found herself in a straight passage­ way perhaps eight or 10 feet long and as many wide. Cautiously she swam through it and discovered herself in an Immense cave. Light filtered through the Qpening and one or two fissures had been opened here and there, by the earthquake or by some convulsion of nature before, through the rocky wall, invisible on the face of the cliff from the outside but quite distinct within. There was even a stretch of Bandy beach on one side. She swam to it, clambered upon it and sat down to rest. Here was an excellent haven of ref­ uge, instinctively occurred to her, al­ though a - refuge from what she scarcely knew. Except at the very lowest of the ebb the entrance would be covered, and even then it would take a curious and familiar eye to dis­ cover the entrance or to imagine it anything more than a deep rift in the face of the sea wall. At any other hour the entrance would be Invisible, and even at low tide if the wind blew from the sea which It generally did, the breaking waves would cover the entrance completely. Off to one side, quite accessible from the sand strip, which rose sufficiently high to afford full shelter above the high water mark, a little stream plunged down the cliff. She tasted the water and found it fresh and sweet. All that ou« would lack would bw food ami the hiding place could be occupied indefinitely. She stayed in the cave some little time, and when sbe Snally decided to return to the outer world she discov­ ered that the tide had turned and that the entrance was now completely un­ der water. This gave her no disquiet. Light still came from the outside to' mark the way. She had acquired the faculty of swimming beneath the sur­ face with her eyes open and the die tance was short. She dove into it con­ fidently and presently emerged in the lagoon outside. It was the one place on the island, so far as she had dis­ covered--she had always thought there* was a cave there but had never been able to verify her knowledge--which provided her with a shelter absolutely secure and inaccessible, as she be­ lieved. She had no less trust in her man than she had before, but the knowledge gave her a strange comfort. When she met him that night she did not impart her secret to him. Whatever happened now, she had a place of refuge, she realized, and she was glad. It was A^feorgeous golden night in the South Pacific. They wan­ dered and played and loved together under the tropic moon and stars in the gem-like Island. Tet when they parted each was unaccountably sad; she because of what she must tell him on the morrow, and he because of what he had begun to fancy he must hear. There were more things to happen on that morrow than either she la­ ker philosophy or he in his inexperi­ ence could have dreamed of when they kissed again at parting and together said good night CHAPTER XII. The Ship on the Horizon, Yy MORNING AHO HPJ KMII awakened by an earthquake. Today it was the call of a voice, his voice, Twro wi» none other on the island. It came to her through the open door­ way. By turning her head she c old see the bright expanse of sand and sea and skv beyond. Yet no figure darkened the entrance. H© stood out of eight, but within hearing, calling her uiSw. She rose to her feet, gathered the tunic about her waist by a cinc­ ture of plaited grass, thrust the knife within a rude sheath she had made for it, and stepped out upon the sand. She had an instinct that something un­ usual had happened, for never before had he ventured to come to the cave and iiiu» awaktis her. The change in thair relations UJIFCUT LU>r IUUTCU mill to this extraordinary course, yet she did not believe that it had. She found him in a great state of excitement. As sbe cleared the entrance be ran toward her waving his bands. "There ia something," he cried, his voice thrilling with new and strange emotions, "on the other side of the island." "Is"it something of enough impor­ tance," she said, softly, laying her hau upon his shoulder, "to keep you from kissing me good morning?" Evidently whatever it was, it was not, she thought for a happy moment, as he swent her to his breast at That had been his first inctlnct, that had been his burning desire the night long, to have her In his arms was his constant thought; but he was new to lover's ways, unused to love's cus­ toms, and, besides, he had sworn that the advances must come from her. But once the advance was made, the signal was displayed, the permission was given, he more tl^n did his part. Pressing back her head he fed hjs full upon her lips. No, not that, he could never do that, but he kissed her long, and for a moment forgot what he had to tell. It was she who first re­ membered. "And what Is It," she asked, "on the other side of the Island?" "I forgot It for the moment," he an- sewered. passionately, "as I forget everything with you in my arms." She laughed at this bold assertion. "You love," she said, "as if you. had been taught to do It from the begin­ ning." "The sight of you, your touch, the air that hangs about your person, they have taught me, and I am only beginning now to show you how much I love you." "If this he the beginning," she laughed, "what will be the end?" "There is no end," he replied laugh­ ing in his turn. "But you came here to tell me some thing else." "When I started from the other aide of the island it seemed the greatest thing that I could tell, hut since I have seen you--" "Man, man," she cried, with pl< ant impatience, "what Is It that you saw?" "I think it is a ship," he answered, with sudden gravity. "A ship!" she crie<|. She laid her hand upon her heart and sank down upon a near by' boul­ der. If his words were true, what would it mean to them both? "I have never seen a ship, but there is a dark object yonder," he point­ ed across the island toward the farther horizon, "too far away for me to dis­ tinguish what it Is; hut smoke rises from it." "Let us go!" She rose to her feet and extended her hand. He took It and they began to run. They ran as often as they walked, except In the greater heat of mid-day. Lithe, free-limbed, lightly clad, deep chested and strong, iu this emergency they headed straight across the hill Instead of taking the longer way around the sands, The distance was not great. There was a sort of rude path which they had made and often traversed, and in a few moments they stood panting a little, for they had been unusually speedy and eager, on the top of the hill. * "There!" cried the man, pointing to seaward. His eyesight wai better than hers, but hers was still sufficiently l&en, as she followed his outstretched arm and extended finger, to see upon the far horizon a dark object which was un- dwubteuiy 3% unip. A nazy column ox smoke elongated behind ft, and told her It was a steamer. "You were right," she said at last, a little sob In her voice. "It Is a Alp. It means rescue. The world Is coming to our shores." "My world Is here." he returned, laying his hand upon her shoulder, and for answer she drew closer to him, glad to feel hie clasp about her waist. She had time to think how singular­ ly like the language of convention was the language of nature. It was what any other man who loved would have said, and ia the same way. '"flhat ship is passing by," he went on. "When I saw It as I woke this morning, it waft there. It goes rap­ idly." "Yes," she said, "It passes by." "I care not," he Interrupted. "I dont want anything rise or anybody else. Now that I have you, I am content here." "But we shall summon It and bring it back," she went on, resolutely. "How?" he asked curiously. "By lighting the beacon yonder." "I had forgot that" "But I did not. Go back to the cave M<i wring we hint and steel. Yon will find them In the silver box on the shelf by the Bible, and make haste." "I will go the quicker," he said, turning to her, "that I may be the sooner back with you." He turned and bounded away like a young deer. She watched him through the trees, and then sat dews upon the summit of the hill and stared toward the ship. She was glad, of course, that they were to be rescued, but as in the Joy of their love there was sorrow, so In her gladness there was apprehension That test of which she had dreamed the night before was now to be complete. She would postpone the telling of her story un­ til he could hear In comment upon It the voice of the world. They had lived in Eden, Eden with­ out a serpent. They had plucked the tree of knowledge at will and no consequences evil had ensued, yet ae'ertiieiaii, ua«y must go out into the world now, the world with its pains, its tolls and frets, the world with its mockeries and scorns, and take up the appointed life of men. He loved her now--there could not be any donbt about that--but what would he do when he knew and when he knew that the world knew as well what she had thought, what she had been, and what she had done. Alas, when that ship's boat touched the shores of their island, the angel of the flaming sword would always guard their entrance and prevent their re­ turning to It She was a brave woman. She oould face the inevitable with courage, with a philosophy which now at last was Christian. She had bad three peace­ ful years and a day of such happiness as falls to the lot of few of the chil­ dren of sorrow. Perhaps that was all that she was destined to look back upon of Joy. Perhaps the future held for her only expiation. Perhaps she ought not to rebel against that possi­ bility. She ought to be glad of such an opportunity, indeed. But she was a woman, and by and by she hid her face in her hands and wept. In all their Intercourse he had never seen her weep. Teats were entirely foreign to his experience. He knew what sorrow was, what sadness was, what sympathy was, for his heart had been torn when she had read to hfm the story of the Man of Sorrows and bis sufferings. A child of nature, the pathetic in the Old Covenant and the New had appealed to him profoundly, but his were not easy tears. He had never shed any. He had never seen any. He was appalled, therefore, when approaching noiselessly he laid his hand upon her shoulder and saw and heard the evidence of her grtaf r He dropped tfca box to the sod and knelt beside her. "Has the sight of the ship made you weep?" he said, suftly. "I wish that I had never oome to tell you It w«s there!" "We have been so happy together, you and I," said the woman. "This island has been my wori' , my haven, my heaven, rather, and you have been humanity to me, but now the earth opens before you. You will have oth­ er hopes, other ambitions, perhaps--" "Don't say it," protested the man, vehemently. "I shall have nothing, nothing but you anywhere, every­ where, and, besides, nothing Is changed. See, the smoke grows faint­ er; the ship more dim. She passes beyond. Things shall be as they were! We shall live on, and love on!" Her desolation, her sorrow appealed to him profoundly. He took her in his arms. He laid her head gently upon his shoulder. There was protec­ tion and tenderness as well as pas­ sion in his touch "Together," he whispered, patting her hair softly, "alone, you and I!" FV>r oae delicious moment with closed eyes she let herself be so soothed and comforted. But her bet­ ter nature woke on the instant, as It were. "No," she 8Stid, drawing away from him gently, "it would not be right. We belong in^the world of men. Men and women fire not men and women until they have lived among their fel­ lows, until they have fought down the temptations of which we know noth­ ing here, and have oonnuered thorn-- out there. Give me the flint and steel. I must call back the .ship!" He stooped as she spoke and picked up the little silver box. He extended his hand toward her, and then sud­ denly drew it back. "You cannot light the beacon," he <sa|d. "Cannot!" she cried. "No, for I will not give you the flint and steel." "You must give it to me." "1 will not. I am the stronger, and you cannot take it from me," he re­ turned, with growing firmness. It was the first time in all their In­ tercourse that he had disobeyed a command. She looked at him amased, her heart nevertheless throbbing at the mastery in his tone, at the thought that he was willing to throw away the world for her. It is true he had had no experience of that he was giving up. but he was nnt entirely ignorant of what lay beyond the horizon, and she had presented it in such a way that it glowed with color and life and charm. The evil, the sordid and the wretched had been lightly al­ luded ' to, just definitely enough to shade the picture and bring out the higher lights of civilisation. His was not the decision, therefore, of an un­ tutored, inexperienced savage, not the abandonment of a toy by a child; there was some reality in it and the reality measured his affection. Her heart leaped in her breast at* that thought. For one fleeting moment she acquiesced. Things would go on In the old way. But things could not go on in the old way. For a day and a night, in spite of the great change that had come to their feelings, life had flowed on as usual, but there whs a limit to human power. It was bet­ ter, whatever betide, that they Should go back to civilization. The woman stared at him long and earnestly, her lip trembling, her face pale, her eyes shining. They stood speechless at gaze for a moment, and then she spoke. "You are right," she said, "my pow­ er over you has gone. I can no longer command. Mine has ceased to be the supreme will, but I beg you, I entrat you, I pray you, give me the flint and steel. See, on my knees I ask you!" She sank down before him in an at­ titude which he knew to be that of prayer. They had often read the sacred Scriptures and had said their prayers together on the sand or be­ neath ^he trees since she, too, in the solitude had seen God and believed. "I cannot, I will not," he answered, hoarsely, stepping nearer to her. "No," she said, "you must not touch me, you shall not touch me. I shall be to you as a stranger, unless you take me by force, If you will not let me light that beacon." "No," said the man, doggedly. "When the world touches our shores It brings you unhappiness. Let it pass." "Listen!" she said. "I have tried to tell you something about honor and duty. My honor says that that ship must be called. My duty bids me call her. You said that you love me." "Said'" exclaimed the man. 1JW I^WWl ivii do IOttj oic, lUnu, i otiii usd the iKSnSB, "muu J 70s, but that lov* must be tested, tried in the world. 1 can never believe in it, la you, untf the trial has been made. We mus* call back the ship!" "But I can believe In you withoei any test." "I am different I have been oS1 there, I know what it tei I haw seen other men." She looked fixedly at him. Re ben' closer to her and laid his hand upoi f*AmtMMttuf XLV SS.iFS'Snf WWUHVHIM 5SSSS to 1 TRHwiiifyl Tnj^_ ettred me and I have only taken six bottles of Lydia. ]§, Compound. I 1 oaQu an3 -soaM efi walk. I sof» r-'d all the time, doctors said I not get well n&ufc an oper»» «for I could Btdlj sta'&d the m my sMe& •specially BIJ right lone, and down ray :rigbfc leg. I began Then I had taken only one do 1,tie oi Compound, but kapt on as I to stop too sosa.."--Mrs. SADIE MCLXJEN, B728 3. St„ JO. wood, IncL Way will women take chances with Sit operation or drag out a sickly, half-hearted existence, missing three- Vegetable Compo'iii? For thirty years it has been the gtandtard remedy for female ills, and has cured tAotisandg of women who have teen troubled with such ail. menta as dlsnlacementa ulceration, fibroid tuniors, Irreguiarl- ties, period!® patas,, fcaekaette, lndigea» tion, and nerroas prostration. If you fcwfe f-h© slightest dovM that Si litakkMn's Vega- MIMf W.MS BWip write to Mm. IHnMkant at JLyiuB* Mass.*, te advice. Tour letter will foe absolutely oonfidentisl) ."•A. "Yes," She Said, "It Passes By." her shoulder, not this time in caress. She winced from the tightness of his grasp, the fierce intensity of his clutch, yet she did not draw away, and he was not conscious of the force he used. "You have seen other men. They have loved you?" "Yes," she forced herself to reply. "And you?" "I have loved no man but you." "You had something to tell me. Toe were to tell me to-day." "Yes." "Was it about some other man?" "Yes." "What was it?" "I will tell you when we have 9ea$ back where men and women live." "Why not now?" "You must hear the voice of the world in comment upon what I say." "But if we do not go back?" "There will be a secret between us which I will carry to my grave. It would be fatal to our happiness. You see we must call back the ship. Give me the flint and steel, for God's sake, if you love me, man!" She had never adjured him In that fashion before. He stood irresolute a moment and dropped the box at her feet. She had conquered, conquered by appealing to his love for her. Noth­ ing else, she felt, would have moved him. Eagerly she opened the silver box and took thence the tiny implements. Fortunately they were in the heart of the dry season. To strike a spark was easy, to communicate it to the tin­ der-like brushwo<id was easier still. In ^ moment, catching the inflammable wood dried out hy the tropic sun, the flames roared through the great mass. The cliff or peak at the top of the is­ land made a background for the flame, and soon a pillat of fire 20 or 30 feet high leaped and curled up Into the still air of the morning. The woman beckoned. The two ran around the peak of the rock until they were sheltered from the fierce heat of the fire. From where they stood they could see the Bhlp. "Do you think," asked the man, "that the people on the ship will see the flame?" f (TO BB CONTINUED.) ^ Mercury's Wings. We have heard of stealing a god's thunder, but It has remained for a French milliner to take from Mercury a pair of graceful wings and place tnem at the side of a velvet hat Heavy gold or bronse is the favorite oolor, and woven thread la the mate­ rial In which these wings *PPe&r. They are n^t large, and are placed with the tips pointing backward, on« slightly over the other. It is an ef fective decoration. Just a trifle differ eut from tbe feathery ones, and wltk the fleetnesa of the ancient messen­ ger It Is flying Into a well-deserved popularity. Hera Was an Excellent Haven ef Refugs. f" Had Small Use for Proctor One Sacrifice Thomas B. Reed Might Have Made for the Freedom of Cuba. t^t Maj. F A Kendall, who was a classmate of the tat® Thomas B. Reed and fellow member of the boat crew at Bowdoin college, told this hitherto unpublished boa mot by famous wit: Reed never forgave Senator Red- field Proctor for delivering the Ver­ mont delegation to McKlnley at the national convention in 1896 when the Ohio man was nominated for presi­ dent All the other New England states held out for Reed and he felt that except for Proctor's he might have had a chance for the nomination. Maj. Kendall met Reed in New York at the time of the Spanish-Amer­ ican war. which the latter felt to be one of the great diplomatic mistakes of all time. They started to discuss that topic. 'It's simply ottCrageotu," declared Reed. "Our good American soldiers slaughtered for the freedom of Cuba! Bah! 1 wouldn't give one drop oI American blood for the whole island' --he paused for a moment and thea added, dryly, "unless it was the bUkfil of Senator Proctor." Uncomfortable. But Fashionable. A freak of fashion which, however, must be regarded as a phase which will soon pass, is to have the sleeves almost double the length required, and then, when the coat is on, to push them up the arm, whereby a rucked effect is achieved. The discomfort of this Is apparent to the merest tyro in the realm of drees. -- Loadoa Drapery Times. A near-sighted Manayunker mistook his wife's new hat with white aigrettes for a duster and dusted off his desk with it He will b« about again, the doctor says, next Cor you. If feat's why we want to take CASCARKTS for liver 1 bowels. !fg not, ac but merit--the lasting merit ©I CAS U£ ,4f0n I® t jm™? tw trial TOn'II haw fsith- fions who keep well RETS alone. a!* wonderful̂ CAscaaara we treatment, all drua la the world. Ml two: tar * wedkf'-.t̂ 'll Biggest aeltof. •*" k»ia beote* » months' -IM . VXAMTKD--Bttrineea Office ana Manama " matt i»T«st tboDW,n4 tn4 onward. «rnS r fa 1, In established wiwpriiw (ItIu mod •nitty . Jtlxjml -- -- MxicialtT i« dtuoo*tn« needed ability, and cash wm-fcSn? apphiB •lit: ThMHMM't lyi Mm 9, HAD TO FAY THE BILLS, ~ wi«w--I liiiiiak there Is a' robhef la the cellar. Mr. Wise--Nonsense. The only reb» ber there Is the gas meter. A Child's View. , Scarlet fever was In the house itfaRr door and a little girl of eight had lls» tened to the recital of what was hath pening. A caller came and the chlM attempted to entertain the stranger until her mother cam# into the draw* lag room. She told about the trouble aeaft door, but In the telltag "broke t&" aaf "broke out" got taagled la brain. "Johnny's got scarlet ?ev&r, his face is all red and Ms efcast LP broken iu!" she announced, A WondeiTworkeft ^ •' Saplelgh--Ah, speaking ef EMSE» trlclty, that makes* me think-- Miss Keene--Really, Mr, Saplelgh? Isn't it remarkable what electricity can do! PI V. A SI An4 to the last mouthful---* Toasties There's pleasure IN every package. A trial will ah oar the fascinating flavour. Served right from the pack* age with cream or nilk and sometimes fruit - Ireah or Stewed. "Tbfc Memory UBgMt" piqpf. SO*, mvi 13c. ***** Qmmik;, ?j Poatma Cereal Ca. I St Battle Greek, Mich. ̂ '-!S$ ' ^