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*6,r_ . "™<KI£l CO. SYNOPSIS. At a private -Hew of the Ohatworth MtioMl estate, to be sold »i auction, the Chatworth ring, known as the Crew laoi, mysteriously disappears. Harry Cressy, who was present, describes the ring to his fiancee, Fiora Qiisey, and ji«i cnap- fmn; Mr«- flofB. '̂̂ 5 '"VTj * heathen sod, with a beautiful sapphire set in the head. FJora meets Mr. Kerr, an Englishman, at the club. In <il«- eussing the disappearance of the ring, tne exploits of an English thief, Farrell Waisd, are recalled. Flora has a fancy that Harry and Kerr know something about the mystery. Kerr tells Flora that he has met Harry somewhere, but cannot place him. *20,000 reward is offered for the return of the ring, Harry admits to Jflns-H that h«- dislikes Kerr. Harry takea Flora to a Chinese goldsmith's to buy an engagement ring. An exquisite jjai»pnsre let In a hoop of brass. Is selected. Harry urges her not to wear it until it is reaer^ The possession of the ring seems to cast a apell oyer FJIora. She becomes uneasy and apprehensive. Flora, meets Kerr at a box party. She ia startled by the effect on him when he gets a glimpse of ..he •apphire. The possibility that the 3t°ne is part of the Crew Idol causes Flora much anxiety. Unseen, Flora discovers Clara ransacking her dressing room. Flora refuses to give or sell the stone to Kerr, and suspects him of being the thief. Flora's interest in Kerr increases. Sne decides to return the ring to Harry, but he tells her to keep It for a day or two. Ella Buller tells Flora that Clara is set­ ting her cap for her father. Judge Buller. Flora believes Harry suspect* Kerr. CHAPTER XV.--(Continued.) -But Judge Buller has already •ouehed for that man," she said Quick­ ly, "bo he must be all right." Kerr inclined his head to her with a smile. "Buller is easily taken in," said Harry calmly. Under the direct, the Insolent meaning of his look Flora felt her face grow hot--her hands cold. Harry could sit there taunting this man. fitting him over another man's hack, and Kerr could not resent it. He could only sit--his head a lit- Jtle canted forward--looking at Harry with the traces of a dry smile upon his lips. She thought fee next moment every­ thing would be declared. She sprang up, and, with an impulse for rescue, went to the door of the smoking-room. "Judge Buller," she called. There was a sudden cessation of talk; a movement of forms dimly seen in the thick blue element; and then through wreaths of smoke, the Judge's face dawned upon her like a sun through fog. "Well, well, Miss Flora," he wanted to know, "to what bad action of mine do I owe this good fortune?" She retreated, beckoning him to the midllc of the room. "You owe it to the bad action of another," she said gayly. "Your friends are being slan­ dered." Harry made a movement as If he would have shopped her, and the ex­ pression of his face, in its alarm, was comic. But she paid no heed. She laid her hand on Harry's arm. "Mr. Kerr is just about to accuse us of be­ ing impostors," she announced. She had robbed the situation of its peril by gayly turning it exactly Inside out. The judge blinked, puzzled at this extraordinary statement. Harry was 4isconcerted; but Kerr showed an as­ tonishment that amazed her--a con­ cern that Bhe could not understand. He turned at her. Then he laughed rather shakily as he turned to her with a mock gallant bow. "All women Impose upon us, ma­ dam And as for Mr. Cressy"--he fixed Harry with a look--"I could not accuse him of being an Impostor since we have met in the sacred limits of St. James'." The two glances that crossed be­ fore Flora's watchful eyes were keen as thrust and parry of rapiers. Harry bofred stiffly. "I believe, for a fact, we did not meet, but I think I saw you there once--at some embassy ball." The words rang, to Flora's ears, as if they had been shouted from the housetops. In the speaking pause that, followed there was audible an un­ known hortatory voice from the smo­ king room. "1 tell you it's a damn-fool way to manage it! What's the good of twen­ ty thousand dollars' reward?" Flora clutched nervously at the back of her (.hair. She seemed to see the danger of discovery piling up above Kerr like a mountain. The judge chuckled. "You see what you saved me from. They've been at it hammer and tongs all the even­ ing. Every man in town has his idea on that subject." "For instance, what is that one?" Kerr's casual voice was in contrast to his guarded eyes. The Judge looked pleased. "That one? Why. that's my own--was, at least, half an hour ago. You see, about that twenty-thousand-dollar proposition--" They moved nearer to him. They stood, the four, around the red velvet-covered table, like people waiting to |^e served. "The trouble is right here," said the judge emphasiz­ ing with blunt forefinger. "The crook has a pal. That's probable, isn't it?" Harry nodded. Flora felt Kerr's eyes upon her, but she could not look at htm. "And we see the thing is at a dead­ lock, don't we? Well, now," the judge went on triumphantly, "we know if any one person had the whole ring It would be turned in by this time. That la the weak spot in the reward policy. They didn't reckon on the thing's being split" "Split? No, really, do you think that possible?" Kerr inquired, and Flora caught a glimmer of irony in his voice. "Well, can you see one of the chaps trusting the other with more than half of it?" The judge was scornful. "And a fellow needs a whole ring if he is after a reward." He rolled his head waggishly. "Oh, I could have been a crook myself!" he chuckled, but his was the only smiling face In the party. ' For Kerr's was pate, schooled to a rigid s*lf-er«ntrol. est thing in the world to--" He broke off. It was such a tone, loose, harsh and uncontrolled, as made Flora shrink. As if he sensed that movement in her, he turned udod her furiously. "Well, are we going to stand here all night?" He took her by the arm. SL« felt a» if he had struck her, Buller was staring at him, but Ken- had opened the door through which she had entered, and now, turning hiB back upon Harry, silently motioned her out. She had a moment's fear that Har­ ry's grasp, even then, wouldn't let go. Indeed, for a moment he stood clutching her, as If, now that his fnge had spent itself, she was th* one thing fee could hold to. Thek sh» felt his Angers loosen. He stood there alone, looking, with his great bulk, and his great strength, and his abashed bewilderment, rather pa­ thetic. But that aspect reached her dimly, for the fear of him was uppermost. Her arm still burned where he had grasped it. She moved away from him toward the door Kerr had opened for her., She passed from the light of the crimson room into the dark of the passage. Some one followed her ana closed the door. Some one caught step with her. It was Kerr. He bent his dark head to speak low. "I don't know why you did It, you quixotic child, but you must not ex­ pose yourself in this way, for any rea­ son whatsoever." The light of the crowded rooms burst upon them again. "Oh," she turned to him beseech­ ingly, "can't you get me away?" "Surely." His manner was as If nothing had happened. His smile was reassuring. "I'll call your carriage, and find Mrs. Britton." When Flora came down from the dressing-room she found Clara al­ ready In the carriage, and Kerr mount­ ing guard In the h&l! As he hand­ ed her In, Clara leaned forward. "Where is Mr. Creasy?" shs In­ quired. "He sent his apologies," Kerr ex­ plained. "He Is not able to get away Just now." Flora lay back In the carriage. She was dimly aware of Clara's presence beside her, but for the moment Clara had ceased to be a factor. The shape that filled all the foreground of her thought was Harry. He loomed alarm­ ing to her imagination--all the more so since, for the moment, he had seemed to lose his grip. That was another thing she could not quite un­ derstand. That burst of violent irri­ tation following, as it had. Judge Bul- ler's words! If Kerr had been the speaker it would have been natural enough, since all through this inter­ view Harry's evident antagonism had seemed strained to the snapping point But poor Judge Buller had been harmless enough. He had been mere­ ly theorizing. But--wait! She made so sharp a movement that Clara looked at her. The judge's theory might be close to facts that Harry was cognizant of. For herself she had had no way of finding out how the sapphire had got adrift. But hadn't Harry? Hadn't he followed up that singular scene with the blue-eyed Chinaman by other visits to the goldsmith's shop? Why, yesterday, when he was supposed to be in Burlingame, Clara had seen him in Chinatown. The Idea burst upon then. Harry was after the whole ring. He counted the part she held already his, and for the rest he was groping in Chinatown; he was trying to reach it through the imperturbable little goldsmith. But he had not reached it yet--and she could read his irritation at his failure in his violent outburst when Judge Buller so inno­ cently flung the difficulties in his face. She knew as much now as she could bear. If Harry did not suspect Kerr, it would be strange. But--Harry wait­ ing to make sure of a reward before he unmasked a thief! It was an ugly thought! And would he wait for the rest now --now that the situation was so gall­ ing to him? Might not he just de­ cide lo take the sapphire, and with the evidence of that, risk his putting his hand on the "Idol" when he grasped the thief? The carriage was stopping. Clara was making ready to get out. She braced herself to face Clara in the light with a casual exterior--but when she had reached her own rooms she sank in a heap in the chair before her writing-table, and laid her h£ad upon the table between her arms. In her wretchedness she found her­ self turning to Kerr. How stoically he had endured it all, though it must have borne on him most heavily! How kind he had been to her! He had not even spoken of himself, though he must have known the shadows were closing over his head. Ia the gray hours of the morning she wrote him. She dared not put the perils into words, but she im­ plied them. She vaguely threatened; and she implored him to go, avoiding them all, herself more than any; and, quaking at the possibility that he might, after all, overcome her, she de­ clared that before he went she would not see him again. She closed with the forbidden statement that whether he etayed or went, at the end of three days she would make a sure disposal of the ring. She put all this in reck­ less black and white and sent it by the hand of Shima. Then she waited. She waited, in her little isolation, with the sapphire always hung about her neck, waited with what anticipar tlos of marvelous results--avowals, ideal farewells, or possibly some in­ credible transformation of the grim face of the business. And the answer was silent s. & r t - * P il'lf iwaiui® 3 i&k 4L •si 11C: 4 , 4-««,€;• m\ lUll!' IHi .\\WV\ \ "I Mean It, I Mean It," He Assured Her. CHAPTER XVI. The Heart of the Diiimmj. There la, In the heart of each gale of events, a storm center of quiet. It Is the very deadlock of contending forces, In which the individual has space for breath and apprehension. Into this lull Flora fell panting from her last experience, more frightened by the false calm than by the whirl­ wind that had landed her there. Now she had tlm? to mark the echoes of the storm about her, and to realize her position. From the middle of her calm she saw many inexplicable appearances. She saw them everywhere, from the small round of Clara's movement to the larger wheel of the public aspect. Clara was taking tea with the Bullers, and the papers had ceased to mention the Crew Idol. It had not even been a nine da.ys' wonder. It had not dwindled. It had simply dropped from head-lines to nothing; and after the first murmur of astonishments at this strange van­ ishing, after a little vain conjecture as to the reason of it, the subject dropped out of the public mouth. The silence was so sudden It was like a suppres­ sion. To Flora it shadowed some forces working so secretly, so surely, that they had extinguished the light of publicity. They must be going on with concentrated and terrible ac­ tivity in cycles, which perhaps had not yet touched her. So, seeing Maj. Purdie among the Crowd at some one's "afternoon" where she was pouring tea, she looked up- at his cheerful face and high bald dome with a passionate curiosity. He knew why the press had been extinguished, and what they were doing in the dark. She knew where the sapphire was-- and where the culprit was to be found. And to think that they could tell each other, if they would, each a tale the other would hardly dare believe. Amazing appearances! How far away, how foreign from the facts they cov­ ered! But Maj. Purdie had the best of it He at least was doing his duty. He was standing stiffly on one side, while she hesitated between, trying desperately to push Kerr out of sight before she dared uncover the jewel. But he wouldn't move. lu spite of all she had done, he wouldn't. Across the room that very after­ noon she caught the twinkle of his re­ sisting smile. He had had her letter then for two days, and still he had come here, though he'd been bidden to tay away; though he had been warned to keep away from all places where she, or these people around her, might find him; though he had been implored to go, finally, as far away as the round surface of the world would let him. By what he had heard and seen in the red room that night, he must know her warning had not been ridic­ ulous. And there was another threat less apparent on the surface of things, but evident enough to her. It was the change in Clara after she had begun her attack on the Bullers. her appear­ ance of being busy with something, absorbed with, intent upon, something, which, if she had not secured it yet. at least she had well in reach. And that thing--suppose it had to do with the Crew Idol; and suppose Clara should play Into Harry's hands! For Kerr's escape Flora had been holding the ring, fighting ofT events, and yet all thv while she had not wanted to lose the sight of him. Well, now, when she had made up her mind finally to resifsn herself to the dreari­ ness of that, eight he not at least have done his p&rt of It and decently disappeared? So much he might have donts for her. Hi was plAj'ttg her own trick on her, \ but her c&ances for getting at him )again were fewer than his had been him with her. She could not besiege n his nbode: and in the places wher}- tbey met, large houses crowded oeople. tl*e eye of the world was her. For hQW long had she for­ gotten it--she who had been all her life so deferential toward it! Even now she remembered it only because it interfered with what she wanted to do. For the eye of her small society was very keenly upon Kerr. She re­ alized, all at once, that he had be­ come a personage; and then, by smiles, by lifted eyebrows, by glances, she gathered that her name was be­ ing linked with his. She was aston­ ished. How could their luncheon to­ gether at the Purdles', their words that night in the opera box, their few minutes' talk in the shop, have crys­ tallized into this gossip? It vexed her -- alarmed her, how it had got about when she had seen him so seldom, had known him scarcely more than a week. It was simply in the air. It was in her attitude and in hla, but how far it had gone she did not dream, until In the dense crowd of some one's at-home she caught the words of a young girl. The voice was so sweet and so- prettily modulated that at its first notes Flora turned invol­ untarily to glimpse the speaker, a slender creature in a delicate mist of muslin, with ag indeterminate chin and the cheek or a pale peach. "Just think," Ftara heard her say­ ing, "he went to see her three times in two days, but to-day, did you no­ tice, he wouldn't look al her until she went up and spoke to him. I don't Bee how a girl can! Harry Cressy--" She moved away and the words were lost. Flora looked after her. For the moment she felt only scorn for the creatures who had clapped that Interpretation upon her great respon Blbility. These people around her seemed poor indeed, absorbed only ia petty considerations, and seeing every­ thing down the narrow vista of the "correct" Her eyes followed the young girl's course through the room, easy to trace by her shining, blond head, and the unusual deliciousness of her muslin gown. She stopped be­ side two women, and with a certain sense of pleasure and embarrassment Flora recognized one of them--Mrs. Herrick. She caught the lady's eye and bowed. Mrs. Herrick smiled, with a gracious inclination in which her graceful shoulders had a part. It gave Flora the sense Mrs. Hep- rick's presence always brought her, of protection, of security, and the pos­ sibility of friendship finer than she had ever known. She started forward. But Mrs. Herrick, presenting instantly her profile, drew the young girl's hand through her arm and moved away. Flora winced as if she had received a blow. The other people who had heard the same gossip of her had been, on account of it, all the more amused and anxious to talk to her. She felt herself judged--judged from the outside, It Is true--but still there was justice in It. She had been flying in the face of custom, ignoring common good behavior, in short, sticking to her own convictions in de­ fiance of the world's. And she must pay the penalty--the loss of the pos­ sibility of such a friend. But it was hard, She thought, to pay the price without getting the thing she had pgid for. It was more like a gamble in which she staked all on a chance. And never had thts chance appeared more improbable to her than now. For if Kerr valued the ring more than he valued hla safety, what argu­ ment was left her? it In her hand. The cloud of events had cas't no film over its luster, but she looked at it now without pleasure. For all its beauty it wasn't wortl what they were doing for it. Wei to-day they were both of them to see , the last of it To-day she was going to take it to Mr. Purdie. to deliver it into his hands, to tell him how it had [alien into hers in the goldsmith's shop --all of the story that was possible for her to tell. She had made it out all clear in her mind thai this was the right thing to do. It hadn't occurred to her she had made it out only on the hypothe­ sis of Kerr's certainly going. It had not occurred to her that she might have to make her great moral move In the dark; or, what was worse, in the face of his most gallant resistance. In this discouraging light she saw her intention dwindle to the vanishing point, but the great move was just as good as it had be«n before--just £5 sol" id, just as advisable. Being so very BOI- id. wouldn't it wait until she had time to show him that sha really meant what she said, supposing she ever had a chance to see him again? The pos­ sibility that at this moment he might actually have gone had almost es­ caped her. She recalled It with a dis­ agreeable shock, but, after all, that was the best she could hope, never to see him again! She ought to be grate­ ful to be sure of that, and yet if she were, oh, never could she deprive him of so much beauty and light by her keeping of the sapphire as he would then have taken away from her! She would come down then, indeed, level with plainest, palest hardest things--people and facts. Her ro­ mance--she had seen it; she had had it in her hands, and it had somehow eiuaed her* It had vanished, evapo­ rated. She leaned and looked through the thin veil of her curtains at the splen­ did day. It was one of February's freaks. It was hot The white ghost of noon lay over shore and sea. Be­ neath her the citv seemed to sleep gray and glistening. The tops of hills that rose above the up-creeping houses were misted green. Across the bay along the northern shore, there was a pale green coast of hills divid­ ing blue and blue. Ships in the bay hung out white canvas drying, and the sky showed whiter clouds, slow-mov­ ing, like sails upon a languid sea. She looked down upon all, as lone and lonely as a deserted lady in a tower, lifted above these happy, peace­ ful things by her strange responsibili­ ty. Her ihoughts could not stay with them; her eyes traveled seaward. She parted the curtains and, leaning a lit­ tle out, looked westward at the white sea gate. A whistle, as of some child calling his mate, came sweetly in the silence. It was near, and the questing, expec­ tant note caught her ear. Again it came, sharper, imperative, directly be­ neath her. She looked down; she was speechless. There was a sudden wild current of blood in her veins. There he stood, |t)>e whistler, neither child nor bird, but the man himself --Kerr, looking up at her from the gay oval of her garden. She Jiung over the window-sill. She looked directly down upon him, foreshortened to a face, and even with the distance and the broad glare of noon between them she recognised his aspect--his gayest, of diabolic glee. There lurked about him the impish quality of the whistle •hat had summoned her. "Come down," he called. All sorts of wonders and terrors were beating around her. He had transcended her wildest wish; he had come to her more openly, more dar ingly, more romantically than sh< could have dreamed. All the amaze ment of why and how he bad braved the battery of the windows of hei house was swallowed up in the greater joy of seeing him there, standing In his "grays," with stiff black hat pushed off his hot forehead, hands be­ hind him, looking up at her from the middle of anemones and daffodils. "Come down," he called again, and waved at her with his slim, glittering stick. How far he had come since their last encounter, to wave at and command her, as If she were verily his own! She left the window, left the room, ran quickly down the stair. The house was hushed; no passing hut her own. no fcutlsr in ths hall, at kitchen-maid on the back stair. Only grim faces of pictures--ancestors not her own--glimmered reproachful upon her as she fled past Light echoes called her back along the hall. The furniture, the muffling curtains, her own reflections flying through the mirrors, held up to her her madness, and by their mute stability seemed to remind her of the shelter she was leaving--seemed to forbid. She ran. This was not shelter; it was prison. He was rescue: he was light Itself. The only chance for her was to get near enough to htm. Near him no shadow lived. The thing was to get near enough. She rushed dl rect from Bhadow into light. Sh« came out into the sun. into the gar den with its blaze of wintry summer Its whispering life and the free aii over it. The man standing in the middle of it, for all his pot hat and Gothic stick, was none the less its demigod waiting for her, laughing He might well laugh that she who had written that unflinching letter should come thus flying at his call- hut was more than mischief in him. The high tide of his spirits was only the sparkle of his excitement It was evident that he was there with some­ thing of mighty importance to say. Was it that her letter had finally touched him? Had he come at last to transcend her idea with some even greater purpose? She seemed to see the power, the will for that and the kindness--she could not call it by an­ other word--but though she was be­ seeching him with all her silent atti­ tude to tell her instantly what the great thing was, he kept it baok a mo ment, looking at her whimsically, in­ dulgently, even tenderly. "I have come for you," he said. "Ou, for me!" she inurmured. Sure­ ly he couldn't mean that! He was simply putting her off with that "I mean it, I mean it," he assured Iter. "This doesn't make it any less real, my getting at you through a gar­ den. Better." he added, "and sweet of you to make the duller way Im­ possible." 8he took a step back. It had not been play to her; but he would have It nothing else. He, too, stepped back and away from her. "Come," he said, and behind him she saw the lower garden gate that opened on the grassy pitch of the hill, swinging idle and open. The sight of him about to vanish lured her on. and as he continued to walk back­ ward she advanced, following. "Oh, where?" Bhe pleaded. "With me!" Such a guaranty «t good faith he made it! She tried to summon her reluctance "But why?" "We'll talk about it as we go along." His hand was on the gate. "We can't stop* here, you know. She'll be watch­ ing us from the window." Flora glanced behind her. The win­ dows were all discreetly draped-- most likely ambush--but that he should apprehend Clara's eyes behind them! Ah, then, he did know what he was about! He saw Clara as she did. She would almost have been ready to trust him on the strength of that alone. Still she hung back. "But my things!" she protested. She held up her gardep hat "And my gown!" She looked down at her frail silk flounces. Was ever any woman seen on the street like this! "Oh, la, la, la," he cut her short "We can't stop to dress the part You'll forget 'em." .. She smiled at him suddenly, looked back at the house, put on her hat-- the garden hat. The moment she had dreaded wr.s upon her. In spite of he> warning reason, in spite of every* thing, she was going with him. (TO BE CONTINUED.) HAD CHOICE BETWEEN EVILS Bachelor Could Not Save Rug and Be In Time for the Theater-- Still Has the Rug. with upon CHAPTER XVII. The Demigod. On the third day she opened her eyes to the sun with the thought: Where is he? From the windows of her room she could see the two pale points and the narrow way of water that led into the western ocean. Had he sailed out yonder west* into the east, into that oblivion which was his only safety, for ever out of her sight? Or was he still at hand, ignor­ ing warning, defying fate? She drew out the sapphire and held A theater party waited half an hour the other evening for one belated In­ dividual. who arrived breathless and profusely apologetic. Apologies en­ tailed explanations, and explanations revealed some of the exigencies, as well the humor, of bachelor make­ shifts. In this case the gentleman who was tardy found it imperative to econo­ mize space. Necessity made his opera hat share a closet shelf with the Tarragon vinegar and the olive oil used at occasional evening spreads. One could multiply proverbs in tell­ ing the tale, for in his haste to be on time the vinegar and the oil came down unexpectedly with the opera hat, and deposited their contents lipoo his latest acquisition, the Shervan rug, he had Just treated himself to. It was ruin the rug or be late to the party, so, up came the rug. on went the water in the bathtub, and to scrub­ bing fell he. The rug was saved, and the theater party enjoyed the laugh they had over the tale. Insufficient Data. 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Tfck* Hall's Family Pills lor coastIpatla*. Experience Teaches. "Sure, and Ol t'ink it pays to honest, afther ail," said Pat. "Of troied thot phoney weight business tR my grocery sthore lasht year, and Ol lo4ht money by ut." "How so? Did you get found owtS" asked his friend. "No, sorr," returned Pat "Oi mad* the mistake of flllin' me weights wM lead, so thot ivery mon thot come me for wan pound of sugar got twiaty- three ounces to the pound."--HarpMl Weekly. A Good Job. Jacob H. Schiff, at a dinner on ths yacht Ramona, condemned a conowtt that had gone up. "Straight buainess methods are tlw only ones," he said. "There Is a moral in the receiver story. "A man, you know, said one day to a little boy: " 'Well, Tommy, what are you ^ ing to be when you grow up?* " 'A receiver, sir,' Tommy answered promptly. 'Ever since pa's been a re­ ceiver we've had champagne for din­ ner and two automobiles.'" He Came by It Honestly. "Lend me your pencil, Johnny." Tho small boy handed it over and teacher continued to correct the exercises of the class. When she finished she suf­ fered a sudden lapse of memory and laid the pencil away in her desk. As she stood up to excuse the class ate encountered the scornful gase of John­ ny's eyes. Rising in his seat he flxod her with an accusing forefinger uul uttered the single word "Graft!" Johnny's father writes for a ett*> rent magazine. • r¥:i! ;.'jf j35 ••Wsj? '• DAME NATURE HINTS When the Food Is Not Suited. When Nature gives her signal that something is wrong It Is generally with the food. The old Dame Is al­ ways faithful and one Bhould act once. To put off the change is to risk that which may be irreparable. An ArtgOMl man says: "For years I could not safely eat any breakfast. I tried various kinds of breakfast food, but they were all soft; starchy messes which gave me dis­ tressing headaches. I drank strong coffee, too, which appeared to benefit me at the time, tout added to the head- aches afterwards. Toast and coffee were no better, for I found tho toast very constipating. "A friend persuaded me to quit the old coffee and the starchy breakfast foods, and use Postum and Grape-Xuta instead. I shall never regret taking his advice. I began using them thron months ago. "The change they have worked ta me is wonderful. 1 now have no mora of the distressing sensations in my stomach aftereatlng, and I never have headaches. I have gained 12 pounds tn weight and feel better in every way. "Grape-Nuts make a delicious aa well as a nutritions dish, and I find that Postum is easily digested and never produces dyspepsia symptom*. "There's a Reason." Get the little book, "The Road to Wellville." in pkga. Brer r*m4 afcw AJ££ tr9m ^ InM grsulsei ttMk «•»* •* »•••• taltrrol. - • ii •'•$0 ̂' " '