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■ SYNOPSIS.
■Congressman Standish and the Woman,
■dieting themselves in love, spend a
^Hal week os man and wife In a hotel
■ northern New York under assumed
■imes. The Woman awakens to the fact
■iat she does not love Standish and calls
■eir engagement off. Standish protests
■idytng devotion. Wanda Kelly, tele
■tone girl at the Hotel Keswick. Wash
■gton. is loved by Tom Blake, son of the
■dltlcal boss of the house. He proposes
■arriage and is refused.
■ CHAPTER ll.—Continued.
■ 'Tm sorry,” she said. “1 didn't
Snow it meant so much to you.”
■ “Do you suppose I enjoy perching
■p on this rail like a google-eyed Poll-
Barrot and squeaking ‘Wanda, will
Bou marry me?' and getting a lemon
Bach time instead of a cracker?"
I To turn the talk away from its old
■rend, she broke In, almost at random:
I “You don’t realize the power of a
■hone girl’s job. No outsider does.
Beople from a thousand different
Boints call up people at a thousand
■ther points. Every pair of people
■hinks they are talking unheard by the
Bvorld at large and that just they two
Ban hear each other. Each of those
■housands thinks that. But the tele
phone girl hears them all. I read in
Im old book once about a demon
named Asmodeus who used to flit
■bout by night and lift the roofs off of
mouses to see what people were doing.
■ f he were living now he could save a
lot of time and work and bother by
Betting a job at central. We —”
I Buzz-z!
I “H’lo!” droned Wanda. “No. Mr.
felake hasn’t come in yet. Any mes
sage? A’ri’.”
I “Yes," she went on in her own
■voice; “what the telephone girl doesn’t
Ihear isn’t worth the hearing.”
I “The whole world under your two
lllttle, little hands!” he said softly,
(reaching for one of them as he spoke.
But the buzzer rushed to the rescue
of its high priestess with a sudden
noisy purr.
“Mrs. Robertson?” droned Wanda
to the transmitter. “No’m. Mrs. Rob
ertson is not at the Keswick. Did you
wish to be connected with Governor
Robertson's suite? No’m. I don’t know
whether she’s expected in Washington
soon or not. A’ri.”
“Friend of your sister’s,” she ex
plained, turning from the transmitter.
“She said Mrs. Robertson wrpte her
she was coming down from New York
some day this week.”
“Grace spends more time on the
trains during the session than she
■does at home." laughed the youth.
“She wanted to close the New York
house and come down here to stay all
winter. But Mark won’t let her. But,
Wanda, you’ve simply got to listen to
me,” he went on with a return of his
boyish impulsiveness. “I love you.
And I—”
“Mr. Blake!” she protested, half
laughing, half distressed, I —”
“Mr. Blake!” he echoed ruefully.
“How long since I’ve been Mr. Blake,
to you? Haven’t I begged you to call
me ‘Tom?’ I always call you ‘Wanda.’
Why can’t you call me —?”
“I am a telephone operator,” she
said with mischievous demureness,
' and you are Mr. Thomas Blake, promi
nent on the district attorney’s staff,
only son of the great Jim Blake, and
brother to a woman the Sunday papers
call a society queen.”
“Lord!” he growled, “are you trying
to ring social standing in on me —at
this stage of the game?”
“If you care to put it that way,” she
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"I’m Sorry,” She Said. “I Didn’t Know
It Meant So Much to You.”
answered more seriously, “I certainly
am.”
“What rot!”
“Yes? Yet I notice you didn't come
across to speak to me until Governor
Robertson had gone away. And you
never have thought to Introduce him
to me when you and he have passed
here together. He has been governor
of New York. He may some day be
president. Would it make any sort of
hit with him to have his brother-in-law
marry a telephone girl that half his
■political friends have always been try
ing to jolly? Would he care to say to
Mr. Nellgan, for Instance: ‘Remember
that little hello girl you wanted to
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kiss and who slapped your face for it?
Well, she’s my wife's sister-in-law.’ ’’
“Don’t!” exclaimed Tom Blake. “It
isn’t true. And —”
“And" pursued Wanda, “would your
sister call on me at my boarding
house? Would she ask me to come
and see her?”
“Would she?” cried Tom, blustering
to drown a twinge of treasonable
doubt. “You bet she would! You don't
know Grace. She’s all right. As white
as they make them. If she knew I
loved any girl at all—no matter who —
she’d be the very first to put her arms
around her and —and —”
“Then," said Wanda gently, “don't
tell her; and keep your ideal.”
“Oh!” he scoffed, nettled, “you
think—?”
“I think." she finished, “we belong
in the twentieth century and not in a
Laura Jean Llbbey novel. I like you.
You’re all right—except what hap
pened to you. But I’m not in your
class. I had an education. A real
♦one. A pretty good school and all that
—before father died. But it’s hard
cash that scores every time over edu
cation. All education can do for a girl
today is to make her sick to get out
of the class her bank account puts her
in. That’s why I’m here and why I’ve
got to talk and act like this. It makes
it easier. It’s a sort of armor. Things
don’t hurt so much.”
“Don’t say such things. They hurt.
Isn't there any more congenial work
that you could take up? With your
education, you could —”
“I could starve in a dozen daintily
genteel ways. I started my profession
al life as a stenographer. But I soon
found it was pleasanter to work for a
corporation. You see, a corporation
doesn’t try to kiss you or want to take
you out to lunch. Don’t look disgusted
—please. I'm right in not marrying
you. I've got as much pride in my
own way, I guess, as you have. Maybe
more.”
“Pride doesn’t come on in this scene
at all!” he protested. “Look here,
Wanda, I hate to repeat myself so
often and to make a specialist of my
self on a single subject. But you've
got to marry me. I love you. Just
say yes and save us both a whole lot
of trouble. Please!”
She shook her head until the metal
band that held the receiver to her ear
threw off a dozen silvery reflections
from the dusk of her hair.
“Then,” he demanded, “give me one
■ good sane reason for saying ‘no.’ ”
“Oh, haven’t I given you enough rea
sons?”
"Punk reasons, every one of 'em. A
good reason, I said.”
“There is one great reason,” she
said slowly. “One that I haven't told
you."
“You mean you don’t care for me?"
“I didn’t say so. We needn’t go into
that. But I —”
Buz-z-z!
With a little sigh she turned to the
transmitter.
“Yes," she droned. “Yes,. Mr. Stand
ish is stopping here. No. I don't think
he's come back from the capitol yet.
No. I’m sure he hasn’t. Shall I tell
him to call you up when he comes In?
No? A’ri'.”
CHAPTER 111.
The Machine.
; ‘The reason!" insisted Tom, “you
haven’t told me yet.”
“The reason,” she answered quietly,
“is that you are Jim Blake’s son.”
“What’s that got to do with it?” he
asked, puzzled.
“Everything. When I met you I
didn’t know he was your father. If I
had—”
“But what difference does it make?
He’s one of the biggest men in Wash
ington just now, of course. Perhaps
the biggest. But if you’re going to
rake up that silly subject of social
standing again—”
“I’m not.”
“Then why does the fact that I'm his
son —”
“Did you ever hear your father
speak of Frank E. Kelly?” she asked;
and the slang,v light manner had fallen
away from her.
“Frank E. Kelly?” repeated Tom.
“No. Not that I remember. He's a
novelty to me. Who was he? A ‘white
hope,’ or —?”
“He was my father.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean to — So dad
knew your father, did he?”
“Yes. My father was a congress
man. From New York. Just about
the time when Mr. Blake's organiza
tion was first getting its teeth into the
country’s throat. Unluckily for my fa
ther, he was honest. Os course Mr.
Blake and the rest didn’t know’ that
when they put him in office, or they—”
“Oh, come now! That’s rather
rough on—”
“When one of their crooked bills
came up—a bill as crooked as this
Mullins bill that every one Is so ex
cited over, this session—when such a
bill came up, father refused to vote for
it. It was a close fight, and father's
vote, with a few more that he influ
enced, beat the bill. So Blake and the
others made an example of him —‘for
the good of the party,' as they ex
pressed it.”
She ceased speaking. And a little
silence rested between them. Then
Tom said in a voice none too steady:
“I wish I could tell you I know
THE BULLETIN, IRWINTON, GEORGIA
you’re mistaken. But I’m afraid you’re
not. I know they do those things—as
you said —‘for the good of the party!’
Oh,” he broke out fiercely, “it’s that
sort of game I can’t understand. I can
never understand. I know them all.
And personally they’re white men, ten
der-hearted, clean, honorable. But pro
fessionally— Why, for instance,
there’s my brother-in-law, Mark Rob
ertson. He and Grace have been mar
ried over three years now, and his
love for her is still a sort of adoration.
He’s the perfect lover-husband. But
as a lawyer he won the name of being
a bloodhound. And, as a politician—
well, he’s like the rest. They’ll all re
sort to the dirtiest trickery, the rot
tenest sort of corruption. I can’t make
it out. But why should dad’s political
deal affect you and me? Pm not to
blame if —”
“And I'm not blaming you.* But I’ve
been brought up to hate Jim Blake and
his crowd and to pray for a chance to
get back at them. I know that isn’t
a meek and womanly way to talk. But
it’s the way, I feel. I—l loved my fa
.ther so! My square, honest, white fa
ther. And they killed him. Ah, there's
something coming to that crowd! To
Blake and all of them! And it’s com
ing from me. Some day I may be able
to deliver the goods! I—l oughn’t to
talk so to you,” she caught herself up,
half apologetically. “I’m afraid I hurt
you. Perhaps you didn’t fully know —”
“Why in blazes did it have to be
your father, of all men, that they
chose to—!”
“It didn’t He was just one of hun
dreds that the party machine smashed.
He used to say the machine was like
the Juggernaut car, crushing every
thing that dared stand in its path. Jim
Blake guides that car. And he guides
it over the bodies of better men. He
and his crowd prosper. But some
thing’s coming to them, just the
same.”
“But—”
“The machine has tried to run over
the wrong man at last. And its joints
and wheels are rattling wjth fear.
Standish became an insurgent. But he
had the cleverness and the strength
not to be crushed. And he has rallied
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“I Got as Muph Pride in My Own Way,
1 Guess, as You Have, Maybe
More."
weaker stupider insurgents around
him, till he has formed an obstacle the
machine can’t override. He’s done
more. He’s roused the whole people.
And the people are watching their rep
resentatives so closely, at last, that a
lot of crooks have to play fair or lose
their jobs. Oh, I’m following Standish’s
work! When he clashed horns with
Jim Blake over this Mullins railroad
bill it did me good all over. For when
Standish defeats the allins bill he’ll
break the backbone of Jim Blake's po
litical power. Yes, and he’ll smash
Jim Blake’s plan to put Governor Rob
ertson in the speaker’s chair. He’ll
keep Robertson out. And he’ll sit
there himself. And when he does —
his gavel blows will beat the Jugger
naut car into scrap-iron."
“Wanda!” protested Tom, amazed at
her tirade. “Haven’t we better things
to talk than politics? I’ll tell dad
about your father and see if he
won’t —”
“No! You mustn’t. You must prom
ise not to tell him who I am. Promise!”
“Oh, I promise, if you like. But I
can’t bear to have you go on hating
dad. He’s the kindest, dearest old
chap alive. Maybe he didn't know —”
“Does the organization do anything
Jim Blake doesn’t know and dictate?"
“Mister Thomas Blake!" paged a
liveried boy, at the far end of the cor
ridor. "Mister Thomas Blake!"
Tom caught sight of a telegram on
the tray the lad carried. But before
he could signal the boy himself, the
latter had gone out of sight.
“He’s carried it to the bar with all
the unerring instinct of a homing
dove!” grumbled Tom. “And he’ll
bawl ‘Mister Thomas Blake!’ in that
disreputable place for a solid hour if
I don’t go and choke him off!”
Wanda watched her suitor hurry
away in search of his quarry, and her
dark eyes took on a tenderer light
than ever he had seen in them. Then,
at sound of a chance word behind her,
rhe became all at once her alert busi
nesslike self again. She glanced into
a little mirror that swung obliquely
from the top of the switchboard. In
tills bit of glass, without turning, she
could command a full view of the
amen corner a few feet to the rear of
the switchboard rail
Three men had seated themselves
there. One she recognized as the Hon.
Tim Neligan; and a second as the
Hon. Silas Gregg, a leggy and tow
headed representative from Kansas.
The third of the trio was an iron-gray
man of clean-cut face and scrupulously
well groomed aspect.
Wanda knew him well, by sight. For
whenever political crises swept Wash
ington he was as certain to appear as
are vultures to congregate, for the
feast. He was Ralph Van Dyke, a
New Yorker, and counsel for a great
railroad. His was one of the shrewd
est legal minds In America. And he
had so carefully trained that mind to
the million dark intricacies of corpora
tion law as to be doubly worth the an
nual fortune he reaped from the “inter
ests.’ What Jim Blake was in politics,
Ralph Van Dyke was in corporation
law. The chance word Wanda had
just overheard had been spoken by
him.
“Are things still going as badly with
the Mullins bill as when you wired me
today?” he had asked Neligan.
“Oh,” returned Neligan, “we had the
house cinched when it was reported.
We’d have passed it, hands down, if
we could have jammed it through then.
But now —we may as well stand up to
facts —we’re as good as licked.”
“But, gentlemen,' urged Van Dyke
impatiently, “this bill has to pass.”
“Sure it has,” gloomily assented
Neligan. “Only it can’t. Unless some
thing explodes Standish before it
comes to a vote. Oh, it’s the people!
They're reform-crazy. They don’t know
what they' want, and nine years out of
ten they don’t want anything except to
stay asleep and let the right crowd
handle the country. But when a man
like Standish gets them to listen to
him, they all wake up and yell for re
form and purity in politics as hard as
a waking baby squalls for its bottle
They've made him a popular idol."
“The people!" scoffed Van Dyke.
“They make an idol one minute and
overturn It the next."
“That's right,” agreed Gregg, “but
the Mullins bill will be defeated before
they get time to overturn Standish.
The people are awake. They really
seem to have an idea we ought to keen
some of our promises. And, say! After
all, we did promise them a lot of
things."
“Did we?" echoed Nellgan. “We
made our platform look like a cross
section of the Ten Commandments,
fringed with pages of Pilgrim's Prog
ress. Yah! That’s the trouble. We’re
over-promised.”
“If we could loosen Standish’s pull
w’ith the parsons,” said Neligan, “we'd
have him against the ropes in one
round.”
“Now you are talking sanity," ap
proved the lawyer. “That was just
what I was waiting to suggest.”
“Well, we didn’t wait for you to sug
gest it," retorted Neligan. “We aren't
corporation law-contortionists. per
haps, but we’ve got a few grains of
gray matter left. That's the first stunt
we tried. We put good men on the
case to look up Standish's record —to
find one break that we could hang a
story on."
“Well?”
“Well, from their reports, Standish
seems to have led a life that would
make Saint Anthony and Sir Galahad
and the Pilgrim fathers look like a
bunch of soused Tenderloin rounders."
“You're sure your men left nothing
uncovered ?"
“Do you think we’d overlook any
thing when the whole game hangs on
it?"
“That's right, Van Dyke." supple
mented Gregg. “We've been over
Standish’s record with a microscope.
He’s cost us enough to make the
search mighty careful. Even if you
don't give us credit for sense enough
to probe the business, you’ll have to
allow that Mark Robertson’s no fool.
And Robertson’s moved heaven and
hell to get something on Standish. But
he can’t. Robertson’s got more at
stake than any of us. If Standish licks
him in this fight and gets the speaker
ship it’ll cost Mark Robertson more
than most people could understand.
Self-respect and ambition and future
and —”
“It sure will,” agreed Nellgan. “Let’s
see —it must be close on five years,
now, that Standish and Robertson
HAS NEW CURE FOR OBESITY
English Physician Has Formulated
Theory Which Seems to Be
Founded on Fact.
Dr. Gallsch. an English physician,
in recommending a new treatment for
obesity, states a new fact. His treat
ment is a dietary as follows: In the
morning the patient takes a cup of
tea, with buttered bread, and if he is
too hungry to wait for luncheon he
takes an egg. with a small piece of
bread and butter, at 10 o’clock.
At 1 o’clock the meal consists of
meat, vegetables, salad and a com
pote. In the afternoon he takes cof
fee, with a little biscuit or white bread
with butter. In the evening he gets
simply a small piece df bread and but
ter.
At the first breakfast and the mid
day meal the amount taken must be
sufficient for the patient to leave the
table completely satisfied. For the
first two or three days the patient
feels very hungry in the evening, but
this quickly passes off. and he soon
gets into the habit of eating more at
the first two meals, this excess of
alimentation being counteracted by
the exercise and work done during
the afternoon.
The whole idea of. the treatment is
that it is the food taken in the even
ing and followed by the repose of
night which particularly contributes
have been at each other’s throats. Five
years—no, six. Ever since Robertson
ran for governor and Standish dug up
that smelly franchise deal against
him. Robertson’s had it in for him
ever since.”
“Just when I’m all loaded up to the
guards with perfectly good stock that
will go to pieces like a ca/d house
when the bill fails!” wailed Gregg.
“Cut out the whine!” ordered Neli
gan. “You aren’t the only man who’s
bought stock that Standish will turn
into waste paper. Oh, that man Stand
ish! 'He's got the country running
after him like a flock of hens after the
farmer at feeding-time. They think
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“Hasn’t He Put Your People Into the
Way of Grabbing Millions?”
his private life’s got Saint Peter and
Anthony Comstock lashed to the mast
and that his politics are so pure they'd
make Abraham Lincoln feel like a
ward heeler. He's no man. He's a
bloodless saint. I don’t believe he
ever so much as squeezed a woman's
hand in his life or swigged anything
stronger than sarsaparilla. How are
we going to get the hooks into a fel
low like that?"
“I don't know how!" flared Van
Dyke. “But it's Jim Blake's business
to know. He was supposed to be run
ning the house and holding our men
together. What’s Jim been doing to
let things get away from him like
this?”
“Ah, can it!" snarled Neligan. at
once up in arms in defense of his
adored leader. “Throw the blame al)
over the shop if you’ve got to. Rub it
into our hair. But don't spill any of it
on Jim Blake. Tell me this, before
you hand out any more kindly criti
cisms: Did Jim ever lose a trick that
any mortal man could have taken?
Did he? Isn’t he the best house lead
er the organization ever had? Hasn’t
he put you people into the way of
grabbing millions?"
“Cool off. Neligan.' laughed Van
Dyke. “Why. good lord, Tim, I think
as much of Jim Biake as you do. He's
a splendid upright man and —”
“He is not!” fiercely contradicted
Neligan. “He’s a grafter. And every
body knows it. But. by the powers,
he's the very best grafter in the busi
ness. And. w'hat’s more, he's my
friend. And —”
"And the best way to show we agree
on at least one thing.” said Van Dyke,
rising and laying a hand on each of
his companions' shoulder, "is to ad
journ to the bar and see what effect
three or four cocktails will have on the
department of the interior. Come
along. We can leave word to be sent
for when Jim comes in.”
Having thus calmed the storm in
the one possible fashion, he led the
following amicably enough. As they
way toward the bar. the two others
passed the switchboard Wanda Kelly's
voice was droning:
"H'lo. No.. Mr. Standish isn’t in
yet. Yes. A’ri’.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
to the formation of adipose tissue. Dr.
Gallsch's patients Invariably lose one
or two pounds of week.
Eleven Years for Five-Cent Theft.
Convicted of stealing a five-cent
bottle of a soft drink and given eleven
years in the Fulton County reforma
tory as punishment, the supreme court
decided that Ollie Taylor, now thir
teen years old, must serve out his
time.
Appeal was made to the court that
the time given the boy was out of all
proportion to the offense, but the
court decided that while the nature
of the offense should be considered
by the trial judge the length of the
term imposed would not invalidate the
sentence. Taylor has already served
three years. He will be twenty-one
when he conies out.—Atlanta Dispgtch
to Philadelphia Record.
Best Bark for Tanning Leather.
Quebracho bark, one of the chief ex
ports of the Argentine, will tan
leather at least three times as fast
as the bark of the oak or the hemlock,
and in less than ten years fortunes
have been made by speculating in
quebracho lanes. Nearly a million
tons of the wood or the dry extract
are sent to this country and Europe
annually. The growth of the tree is
of the slowest, and it is estimated
that a thousand yoars is required to
reach maturity.
BUND SPELLS
FOR A LONG TIME
Mr*. Largen Tell* of Her Experience
and How She Finally Came
Out All Right.
Elkwood, Ala. —Mrs. Mattie Largen,
of this town, writes the following
letter for publication: “My health
was very bad for a long time, on
account of womanly trouble. I suf
fered a great deal, at different times,
with headache, and pains in the bot
tom of my stomach, and had blind
spells.
All of this made me so weak, I
could hardly sit up. I tried treat
ment after treatment, but they did me
no good.
Just as soon as I commenced tak
ing Cardui, the woman’s tonic, my
health got better, and now I can do
all my housework.
I will never be without Cardui in
the house, and will recommend it to
every lady that I can, for it has done
me so much good, and I know it will
I do the same for others, if they will
give it a trial.”
The reason Cardui has attained
such wonderful success in the treat
ment of diseases peculiar to women,
is that it acts specifically on the
womanly organs. It contains purely
vegetable ingredients, of real medic
inal merit, and in a safe, gentle way.
helps build the womanly constitution
back to health and strength.
Cardui is being successfully used
by thousands of women every day.
You won’t regret giving it a trial.
N. B.— Write tn: Chattanooga Medicine Co.,
Ladies’ Advisory Dept. Chattanooga, Tenn., for
Sfeeial Instructions on your case and 64-page book.
"Hotne Treatment for Women,” sent in plain
wrapper. Adv.
The great thing in the world is not
so much to seek happiness as to earn
peace and self-respect.—Huxley.
Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup for Children
teething, softens the gums, reduces inriamma
tion,aliays pain,cures wind code,2sc a bottle4n
The strut of a turkey gobbler isn't
in it with that of the leading citizen in
a village.
His Recipe,
“My hair is falling out," admitted
the timid man in a drug store. “Can
you recommend something to keep
it in?”
“Certainly," replied the obliging
I clerk. “Get a box."
No. SIX-SIXTY-SIX
This is a prescription prepared es
pecially for Malaria or Chills and
: Fever. Five or six doses will break
any case, and if taken then as a tonio
the fever will not return. 25c. —Adv.
Evening Things Up.
"Mamma,” said four-year-old Thel
ma, "Harry wants the biggest piece of
pie and I think I ought to have it.”
"Why. dear?” queried the mother.
“ ’Cause,” replied Thelma, “he was
eating pie two years before I was
born.” —National Food Magazine.
But Bedmaking Done at Home.
He—Young Mrs. Newlywed just told
me that she finds housekeeping a
mere picnic.
She —No wonder! She has all her
cooking sent in and all her laundry
sent out —Boston Transcript.
Compromise.
"Can't serve you with liquid re
freshment, sir. This town is dry.”
"All right. Bring me a bottle of
something extra dry.”
Dilemma.
"My dear, having your father to
live with us won't work."
"But neither will father." —Balti-
more American.
Necessity.
“Life must have its trials. *
“Os course it must. How else could
the lawyers make their living?”
About the Same.
“Ever plunge into matrimony?”
“Nope, but I dove into shallow wa
ter once.”
Its Advantages.
“A rolling stone gathers no moss.”
“Then it never becomes a moss
back, either."
Most of our relatives are about as
useless to us as empty tomato cans.
THE DOCTOR’S GIFT
Food Worth Its Weight in Gold.
We usually expect the doctor to put
us on some kind of penance and give
us bitter medicines.
A Penn, doctor brought a patient
something entirely different and the
results are truly interesting.
"Two years ago,” writes this pa
tient, "I was a frequent victim of acuta
indigestion and biliousness, being al
lowed to eat very few things. One day
our family doctor brought me a small
package, saying he had found some
thing for me to eat.
“He said it was a food called Grape-
Nuts and even as its golden color
might suggest it was worth its weight
in gold. I was sick and tired, trying
one thing after another to no avail, but
consented to try this new food.
"Well! It surpassed my doctor's
fondest anticipation and every day
since then I have blessed the good
doctor and the inventor of Grape-
Nuts.
“I noticed improvement at once and
in a month's time my former spells of
indigestion had disappeared. In two
months I felt like a new man. My
mind was much clearer and keener,
my body took on the vitality of youth,
and this condition has continued."
“There’s a Reason.” Name given by
Postum Co.. Battle Creek, Mich. Read
"The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs.
Ever read the above letter t A new
one appear* from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
Interest.
