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SYNOPSIS.
Percy Darrow, young scientist In
«earch of a job, enters the office of
"Boss” McCarthy of New York. Mc-
Carthy has just been threatened by an
anonymous message ordering him to flee
to Europe. He does not take the mes
sage seriously. Darrow goes up the
elevator to try for a position with Dr.
Knox. Suddenly the electric apparatus
in the Atlas building goes out of busi
ness. Experts are unable to locate the
trouble. All at once, without apparent
reason, electric connections are restored.
The next evening McCarthy is warned
that unless he leaves at once for Europe
a sign will be sent him at six. Prompt
ly at that hour the entire electric appar
atus of New York is cut off. Percy Dar
row thinks he has a clue. He engages
the help of Jack Watford, a college ath
lete. They visit McCarthy and offer to
run down the cause of his mysterious
trouble. McCarthy has just received an
other warning by wireless. At six a
deathly stillness falls on the Atlas build
ing, blotting out all sound. Next day the
whole town is thrown into darkness and
all hearing suspended. Prof. Eldridge,
the noted scientist, becomes Interested in
the phenomena. Darrow’s theory is that
the man who is sending the warnings has
discovered some force by which he can
•cut through the vibrations of electricity,
light and sound. McCarthy has disap
peared. Darrow places Eldridge in pos
session of all the facts in the case and of
his own theories in relation thereto and
challenges him to solve the mystery.
More terrifying messages come. Dar
row. through the newspapers, reassure's
the people. He fears the Unknown will
atop the vibrations of heat which would
mean complete annihilation of all life,
animal and vegetable. The Unknown
threatens to wipe out the city. Thous
ands of people flee. Darrow sits non
chalantly receiving wireless messages in
McCarthy's office while Eldridge experi
ments with the purpose of locating the
Unknown. Eldridge’s experiments fail.
CHAPTER XVlll.—Continued.
Eldridge detailed the same reason
ing, at greater length, to the men who
had employed him. These were very
impatient. Business was being not
merely impeded, but destroyed. Their
eustomers'had no time for them; their
employes were in many cases leaving
their jobs. They called in all the
help they could to assist Eldridge’s
speculations, but in the end they had
to fall back on the scientist as the
best on the market. The case was not
left in his hands alone, however. After
a meeting they offered a reward to any
one discovering and putting to an end
the disconcerting phenomena.
"Here’s where we make money.
Jack, big money,” observed Darrow
when he read this offer. "It’ll be big
ger before we get through. You and
I can have the little expedition to Vol
cano Island.”
“Nothing suits me better,” said
Jack. “Are you sure we’ll get it?”
"Sure,” said Darrow.
Monsieur X had of course honored
the waiting world with a message. It
followed the fifteen minutes of dark
ness:
"To the People: I have been patient
and have stayed my hand in order that
you may learn the vanity of your en
deavor. Who are ye that ye shall strive
to take me? Vanity and foolishness is
your portion. Now ye know my power
and ye will listen unto my words as to
the words of the master. Ye must hunt
down this man McCarthy and deliver him
over unto me. If every one of you gives
himself to the task, lo! it is quickly done.
Bestir yourselves against the wrath to
come!”
These events occupied the three
■days of the ordered exodus. The time
was further filled with rumor that ever
grew more dire. Gradually business
was suspended entirely. Those who
■could not or would not go away stood
about talking matters over, and, as
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He Stumbled to the Young Man and
Clung to His Neck.
is always the case, matters did not
improve in the telling. The only ac
tivity in the city was that bent on
seeking out the abiding place of Mon
sier X.
Eldridge had now come to the con
clusion that he had perhaps been mis
taken in confining his efforts to so
small an area. In fact, further exper
iments rendered hazy the arbitrary
outlines formerly determined for the
jzone of danger. At times Monsieur X
answered well within the forty-five
■mile mark; at times somewhat beyond
the end of the fifty-mile radius. El
dridge immediately undertook a series
of more delicate experiments by means
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of indicators especially designed by
him for the occasion. Once more the
little wireless office became the focus
of reportorial attention.
“Our major premises we find still to
be correct,” announced Eldridge in the
coldly didactic manner characteristic
of the man. “This unknown operator
is at a distance; and probably at a
height. One indication we did not take
sufficiently into consideration —the fact
that this instrument alone is capable
of communication with the instru
ment of this individual."
Percy Darrow for the first time be
gan to show signs of attention. He
dropped the legs of his chair to the
floor and leaned forward.
“That would indicate, gentlemen,
that the instrument whose location we
are desirous of determining is of a
peculiar nature. What that nature is
we have no means of determining ac
curately; but in conjunction with the
fact that our previous experiments
failed to locate Monsieur X, we may
adopt the hypothesis that the wire
less apparatus of that individual is
not so delicately responsive as the av
erage. In other words, the zone
within which he may be found is in
fact wider than we had supposed.”
Darrow leaned back against the wall
and closed his eyes. Eldridge contin
ued, explaining the means he had tak
en to determine more accurately the
exact location of Monsieur X.
CHAPTER XIX.
Percy Keeps Vigil.
The morning of the third day after
the failure of the search, and of the
sixth since McCarthy’s disappearance,
had arrived. During that time Percy
Darrow, apparently insensible to fa
tigue, had maintained an almost sleep
less vigil. His meals Jack Warford
brought in to him; he dozed in his
chair or on the couch. Never did he
appear to do anything.
The very persistent quietude of the
man ended by making its impression.
To all questions, however, Darrow re
turned but the one reply, delivered al
ways in a voice full of raillery:
“I couldn’t bear to miss a single
step of Eldridge’s masterly work.”
About half past nine in the morning
in question, through the door to the
wireless office, always half opened,
somebody looked hesitatingly into the
room. Instantly Darrow and Jack
were on their feet and in the hall
way.
“Helen!” cried Jack.
“What is it? Anything happened?”
demanded Darrow.
She surveyed them both amusedly.
“You certainly look like a frowzy
tramp. Jack,” she told her brother ju
diciously, “and you need sleep,” she
informed Darrow.
The young scientist bowed ironical
ly, his long lashes drooping over his
eyes in his accustomed lazy fashion
as he realized that the occasion was
not urgent. Helen turned directly to
him.
“When are you going to stop this?”
she demanded.
Darrow raised his eyebrows.
“You needn’t look at me like that.
You said you could lay your hands on
Monsieur X at any moment; why don’t
you do it?”
“Eldridge is too amusing.”
“Too amusing!” echoed the girl.
“All you think of is yourself.”
“Is it?” drawled Darrow.
“Have you been out in the city?
Have you seen the people? Have you
seen men out of work? Families leav
ing their homes? Panic spreading
slowly but surely over a whole city?”
“Those pleasures have been denied
me,” said Darrow blandly.
The girl looked at him with bright
angry eyes. Her cheeks were glow
ing, and her whole figure expressed a
tense vibrant life in singular contrast
to the apparent indolence of the men
at whom she was talking.
“You are insufferable!” She fairly
stamped her foot in vexation. “You
are an egoist! You would play with
the welfare of four million people to
gratify your little personal desire for
getting even!”
“Steady, sis!” warned Jack.
Darrow had straightened, and his in
dolent manner had fallen from him.
“I have said I would permit no harm
to come to these people, and I mean
it,” said he.
“No harm!” cried Helen. “What do
you call this —”
Darrow turned to the window look
ing out over the city.
“This!” he said. “Why, th's isn’t
harm! There isn’t a man out there
who is not better off for what has hap
pened to him. He has lost a little
time, a little money, a little sleep, and
he has been given a new point 1 of
view, a new manhood. As a city
dweller he was becoming a mollusk, a
creature that could not exist without
its shell. The city transported him.
warmed him, fed him, amused him,
protected him. He had nothing to
do with it any way;, he didn’t even
know how it was done. Deprived of
THE BULLETIN, IRWINTON, GEORGIA.
his push-buttons, he was as helpless
as a baby. Beyond the little stunt'he
did in hie office or his store, and be
yond the ability to cross a crowded
street, he was no good. He not only
didn’t know how to do things, but he
was rapidly losing, through disuse, the
power to learn how to do things. The
modern city dweller, bred, born,
brought up on this island, is about as
helpless and useless a man, considered
as a four-square, self-reliant individual,
as you can find on the broad expanse
of the globe. I’ve got no use for a
man who can’t take care of himself,
who’s got to have somebody else to
do it for him. whenever something to
which he hasn’t been accustomed cises
up in front of him!"
His eye was fixed somberly on the
city stretching away into the haze of
the autumn day.
“You blame me for letting this
thing run!” he went on. “Os course
it tickles me to death to see Eldridge
flounder; but that isn’t all. This is
the best thing that could happen to
them out there! I’m just patriotic
enough to wish them more of it. It’s
good medicine! 4X last every man
jack of them is up against something
he’s got to decide for himself. The
police are useless; the fire department
is useless; the railroads and street
cars are crippled. If a man is going
to take care of his life and property,
he must do it himself. He’s buying
back his self-reliance. Self-reliance is
valuable property. He ought to pay
something for it. Generally he has
to pay war or insurrection or bloody
riot. In the present instance he’s get
ting off cheap.”
He turned back from the open win
dow. His eye’ traveled beyond Helen’s
trim figure down the empty hall.
“Wait right here, Jack,” he shot qver
his shoulder, and rushed along the
hall and down the stairway before ei
ther the young man or his sister could
recover from their astonishment.
CHAPTER XX.
The Plague of Cold.
Without pause, and three steps at
a time, Darrow ran down three flights
of stairs. Then, recovering from his
initial excitement somewhat, he
caught the elevator and shot to the
street. There he walked rapidly to
the subway, which he took as far as
City Hall Square. On emerging from
the subway station he started across
for the Despatch office as fast as he
could walk. By the entrance to the
City Hall, however, he came to an
abrupt halt. From the open doorway
rushed his friend, Officer Burns, of
the City Hall Station.
The policeman’s face was chalky
white; his eyes were staring; his cap
was over one side, he staggered un
certainly. As he caught sight of Dar
row he stumbled to the young man
and clung to his neck, muttering in
coherently. People passing in and out
looked at him curiously and smiled.
“My God!" gasped Burns, his eyes
roving. “I says to him, ‘Mike, I don’t
wonder you’ve got cold feet.’ And
there he was, and the mayor—Heaven
save—and his secretary! My God!”
Darrow shook his shoulder.
“Here,” he said decisively, “what are
you talking about? Get yourself to
gether! Remember you’re an officer;
don’t lose your nerve this way!”
At the touch to his pride Burns did
pull himself together somewhat, but
went on under evident strong excite
ment.
“I went in just now to the mayor’s
office a minute,” said he, “and saw my
friend Mike Mallory, the doorkeeper,
settin' in his chair, as usual. It was
cold-like, and I went up to him and
says, ‘Mike, no wonder you get cold
feet down here,’ just byway of a joke;
and when he didn’t answer, I went up
to him, and he was dead, there in his
chair!”
“Well, you’ve seen dead men be
fore. There’s no occasion to lose
your nerve, even if you did know him,”
said Darrow.
The brutality of the speech had its
intended effect. Burns straightened.
“That’s all very well," said he more
collectively. “But the man was froze!”
"Frozen!” muttered Darrow, and
whistled.
“Yes, and what’s more, his little dog,
setting by the chair, was froze, too;
so when I stepped back sudden and
hit against him, he tumbled over bang,
like a cast-iron dog! That got my
goat! I ran!”
“Come with me,” ordered Darrow de
cisively.
They entered the building and ran
up the single flight of stairs to the
second-story room which the mayor of
that term had fitted up as a sort of
private office of his own. A sharp
chill hung in the hallways; this in
creased as they neared the executive’s
office. Outside the door sat the door
keeper in his armchair. Beside him
was a dog, in the attitude of an ani
mal seated on its haunches, but lying
on its side, one fore leg sticking
straight out. Darrow touched the man
and stooped over to peer in his face.
The attitude was most lifelike; the
color was good. A deadly chill ran
from Darrows' finger tips up his arm.
He pushed open the door cautiously
and looked in.
“All right, Burns,” said he. “The
atmosphere has become gaseous again.
We can go in.” With which strange
remark he entered the room, followed
closely, but uncertainly by the officer.
The private office possessed the at
mosphere of a cold-storage vault. Four
men occupied it. At the desk was
seated the mayor, leaning forward in
an attitude of attention, his triple
chin on one clenched fist, his heavy
face scowling in concentration. Op
posite him lounged two men, one lean
ing against the table, the other
against the wall. One had his hand
raised in argument, and his mouth
open. The other was watching, an ex
pression of alertness on his sharp
countenance. At a typewriter lolled
his clerk, his hand fumbling among
some papers.
The group was exceedingly lirelike,
more so, Darrow thought, than any
wax figures the Eden Musee had ever
placed for the mystification of its
country visitors. Indeed, the only in
dication that the men had not merely
suspended action on the entrance of
the visitors was a fine white rime
frost that sparkled across the burly
countenance of the mayor. Darrow
remembered that, summer and winter,
that dignitary had always perspired!
Burns stood by the door, rooted to
the spot, his jaw dropped, his eye
staring. Darrow quite calmly walked
to the desk. He picked up the ink
stand and gazed curiously at its solidi
fied contents, touched the nearest
man, gazed curiously at the papers on
the desk, and addressed Burns.
“These seem to be frozen, too. This
: is a sweet gang to be getting together
• on this sort of a Job!”
। Quite calmly he gathered the pa
pers on the desk and stuffed them into
i his pocket. He picked up the desk
i telephone, giving a number. "Ouch,
; this receiver’s cold,” he remarked to
i Burns. “Hello, Despatch. Is Hal
; lowell in the office? Just in? Send
■ him over quick, keen jump. City Hall,
; mayor’s second-story office. No, right
, now. Tell him it’s Darrow.”
He hung up the receiver.
i “Curious phenomenon,” he remarked
■ to Burns, who still stood rooted lo
i the spot. “You see, their bodies were
' naturally almost in equilibrium, and,
• as they were frozen immediately, that
equilibrium was maintained. And the
. color. I suppose the blood was con
i gealed in the smaller veins, and did
. not, as in more gradual freezing, re
■ ceae to the larger blood-vessels. I’m
• getting frost bitten myself in here.
• Let’s get outside.”
I But Officer Burns heard none of
this. As Darrow moved toward the
door he crossed himself and bolted.
Darrow heard his heels clattering on
the cement of the corridors. He
smiled.
- “And now the deluge!” he remarked.
1 The crowds, terrified, inquisitive.
■ skeptical, and speculative, gathered,
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“Send Him Over Right Quick.”
Officials swept them out and took pos
session. Hallowell and Darrow con
ferred earnestly together.
“He has the power to stop heat vi
brations, you see,” Darlow said. “That
makes him really dangerous. His ac- '
tivities here are in line with his other 1
warnings; but he is not ready to go ,
to extremes yet. The city is yet safe.” I
“Why?” asked Hallowell.
“I know it. But he has the power. ■
If he gets dangerous we must stop j
him.”
"You are sure you can do it?"
“Sure.”
“Then, for God’s sake, do it! Don’t
you realize what will happen when
news of this gets out, and people un
derstand what it means? Don’t you
’ feel your guilt at those men’s deaths?”
He struck his hand in the direction of
the City Hall.
“The people will buy a lot of expe
rience, at cost of a little fright and
annoyance,” replied Percy Darrow
carelessly. “It’ll do them good. When
it’s over, they’ll come back again and
be good. As for that bunch in there —
when you look over those papers I
think you’ll be inclined to agree with
what the religious fanatics will say—
that it was a visitation of God.” 1
URFil'- >. SCJRfIJsy.
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SAID BY WITS OF THE PAST
Memoirs of London Merchant Told of
Many Good Quips He
Had Heard.
The late John Richard Clayton of |
the firm of Clayton & Bell, glass paint
er' of London England, had some good
stories of his experiences with the pre-
Raphaelite brethren.
He was once sought out by the paint
ers. He called on Rosetti in his studio
and listened to the brilliant diatribes
of the young men against whom they
called the sloshiness of modern paint
ing. Sloshy was the term they applied ;
to all the art of that day, and they did ।
not spare Sir “Sloshua” Reynolds him
self. Clayton was fond of' telling how ; j
he noticed that the studio was hung i
all round with photagraphs of the ■;
works of the great masters: but he . i
was astonished to see that they were | 1
all either on their sides or upside :
down. After a pleasant talk he ven- i 1
tured to inquire the reason of the 11
strange hanging. Rossetti affected to | l
be puzzled at Clayton’s discovery. ■ ’
“Why,” he added, “aren’t they; 1
•But the old, the siefe-—vberell &•
deaths among them —the responsibility
is something fearful —”
“Never knew a battle fought yet
without some loss,” observed Darrow.
Hallowell was staring at him.
“I don’t understand you,” said the
reporter. “You have no heart. You
are as bad as this Monsieur X, and
between you you hold a city in your
power—one way or the other!”
"Well, I rather like being a little
god,” remarked Darrow.
Hallowell started once more to
plead, but Darrow cut him short.
"You are thinking of the present,”
he said. “I am thinking of the future.
It’s a good thing for people to find
out that there’s something bigger than
they are, or than anything they can
make. That fact is the basis of the
idea of God. These are getting to be
a godless people.” He turned on Hal
lowell, his sleepy eyes lighting up. “I
should be very sorry if I had not in
tellect enough and imagination enough
to see what this may mean to my fel
low people; and I shunK despise my
self if I should let an Unrestrained
compassion lose to four million people
the rare opportunity vouchsafed them.”
He spoke very solemnly. Hallowell
looked at him puzzled.
“Besides,” said Darrow whimsically,
“I like to devil Eldridge.”
He dove into the subwAK Hallowell j
gazed after him.
"There goes either a man or
a crazy fool,” he remarafee to an Eng
lish sparrow. He turned over rapidly
the papers Darrow had found on the
mayor’s desk, and smiled grimly. "Os
all the barefaced, bald-headed steals I*
he said.
Darrow soon mounted once mor*
the elevator of the Atlas Building. Ha
found Jack and Helen still waiting, i
Before entering the wireless office Dar
row cast a scrutinizing glance along
the empty hall.
“It’s all right,” he said. “I’m surer
than ever. Everything fits exactly.
Now, Helen,” he said, "I want you to
go home, and I want you stay there.
No matter what happens, do not move
from the house. This town is going
to have the biggest scare thrown into
it that any town ever had since Sodom
and Gomorrah got their little jolt In
the language of the Western prophet, I
‘Hell will soon be popping.’ Let her
pop. Sit tight; tell your friends to I
sit tight. If necessary, tell them Mon
sieur X is captured, and all his works.
Tell them I said so.”
His air of languid indifference had
fallen from him. His eye was bright
and he spoke with authority and vigor. ■
“You take her home. Jack,” he com
manded, “and return here at once. '
Don't forget that nice new-blued pop-
I gun of yours; we’re coming to th* |
j time when we may need it.”
Jack rose instantly to his mood,
f “Correct, General!” he saluted.
■ "Where’d you collect the plunder?" ha
■ asked, pointing to a square black bag
| of some size that Darrow had brought
] back with him.
"That,” said Darrow, "is the first
fruit of my larcenous tendencies. I
stole that from the mayor’s office in
the City Hall.”
“What is it?”
“That,” said Darrow, “I do not
know.”
He deposited the bag carefully by
his chair, and turned, smiling, to
. Helen.
"Goodby,” said he. “Sleep tight.”
They went out. Darrow seated him- I
' self in his chair, drew his hat over his I
I eyes, and fell into a doze. In the
j meantime, outside, all through the
■ city, hell was getting ready to pop.
; (TO BE CONTINUED.)
'
Our Fairy Godmothers.
The world, out of fairy books, is
chary in furnishing its fairy god- ■
mothers, yet most of us have friends ;
at whose touch we become more truly i
and happily ourselves thru at other ।
times. They seem able to endow us, I
through same magic of their own, :
with the beauteous vestments and the ■
glass slippers that free the spirit ।
These are our fairy godmothers. We
do well to love them and pay them
good heed, for through them we may i
enter into such possession of the pre
cious gifts that we need have no dread
Os the striking hour. This, we must ;
suppose, is what Cophetua'did for his i
beggar-maid. At his glance the queen
in her blossomed, which later all th*
1 world could see.
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right?" Then Rosetti shotted: ‘Here, |
Hunt, Millais, here’s a fellow who
knows the way these slushy things ■
should be hung.”
The motifs occasionally demandea ~
him which -he could not refuse made
him wince, and he smiled grimly one
when a member of the Jrts club, of
which he was one of the oldest and
most esteemed members, declared that
"if you accept that kind of order the
firm of Clayton & Bell wi' 1 be known
as Satan & Hell!”
Less Coal Used in Making Coke.
The quantity of coal required tc
produce a ton of coke is much less
than formerly. The average gain in
1912, compared with ten years ago. i*
probably at least 160 pounds. It is
doubtful if in the earlier years the
actual yield of. coal in coke exceeded
60 per cent., whereas in 1912 it was 67
per cent., according to the United
States geological survey. This gain it
largely due to the increase in the
production of by-product coke, in which
the yield of coke from a ton of coal h
very much higher than ,’n making b**
hive coke.
GAS, DISPEPSIA
AN«STIO»
“Pape’s Diapepsin” settles sour,
gassy stomachs in five
minutes—Time It!
You don’t want a slow remedy when
your stomach is bad —or an uncertain
one —or a harmful one—your stomach
is too valuable; you mustn’t injure it
Pape’s Diapepsin is noted for its
speed in giving relief; Its harmless
ness; its certain unfailing action in
regulating sick, sour, gassy stomachs.
Its millions of cures in indigestion,
dyspepsia, gastritis and other stomach
trouble has made it famous the world
over.
Keep this perfect stomach doctor in
your home —keep it handy—get a large
fifty-cent case from any dealer and
then if anyone should eat something
which doesn’t agree with them; if
what they eat lays like lead, ferments
and sours and forms gas; causes head
ache, dizziness and nausea; eructa
tions of acid and undigested food —
remember as soon as Pape's Diapepsin
comes in contact with the stomach all
such distress vanishes. Its prompt
ness, certainty and ease in overcoming
the worst stomach disorders is a reve
lation to those who try it. —Adv.
SPELLING STUCK THE JURY
Point of Information They Wanted In
volved No Great Legal Knowl
edge, If Judge Had IL
i
Here is one that was told at a tea
given by Miss Geraldine Farrar, the
singer, when one of the party re
ferred to the judiciary and the pe
culiar cases that frequently come be
fore the courts:
“Some time ago there was a homi
cide case in a western court in which
there was considerable doubt as to
the guilt of the accused. The trial
judge seemed to share the popular bo
i lief.
“ ‘Gentlemen of the jury.' said he.
I in concluding his charge, ‘if the evi-
I dence, in your minds, shows that
I
pneumonia was the cause of the man’s
death, you cannot convict the prison
, er.’ ’ i
“Whereat the jury retired and in
about ten minutes the constable re
i turned and presented himself before
| the judge.
I “ Your honor.’ he remarked, ‘the
j gentlemen of the jury want some in
i formation.’
” On what point of evidence?' asked
the judge.
“ ‘None, judge,’ was the rejoinder of
the constable. ‘They want to know
how to spell “pneumonia.” ’ ’’ —Phil-
adelphia Telegraph.
—
Kept His Secret Well.
One of the most successful disap
pearances on record was that of Wil
liam Howe. Howe was a successful
tralesman in Jerwyn street, London,
and one morning in 1706 he left hla
wife, telling her that he had business
in the city. He never came back, and
all efforts to trace him failed. After
i some years his death was presumed,
i and an act of parliament was spe
i cially passed to enable Mrs. Howe to
administer her husband's estate. Then,
one evening in 1723, the “widow” re
ceived a letter from an anonymous
correspondent, requesting an inter
view the following day in Birdcage
walk. Mrs. Howe duly kept the ap
pointment—and discovered her hus
band. He had been living in disguise
! in the same neighborhood all the time,
। he explained, and keeping a close eye
| upon the movements of his wife. It
■ is said that the reunited couple lived
; happily ever afterward.
Take a close look at the people you
i meet every day and rejoice that you
। were not born a cannibal.
High minded people do not have to
become airship chauffeurs in order to
’ prove it.
SKIN CLEARED.
By Simple Change in Food.
It has been said by a physician that
most diseases are the result of indi
gestion.
There’s undoubtedly much truth in
: the statement, even to the cause of
many unsightly eruptions, which many
suppose can be removed by applying
• some remedy on the outside.
By changing her food a Kan. girl
was relieved of an eczema which was
a great annoyance to her. She writes:
“For five months I was suffering
with an eruption on my face and
hands which our doctor called eczema
and which caused me a great deal of
inconvenience. The suffering was al
most unbearable.
“The medicine I took only gave me
temporary relief. One day I happened
to read somewhere that eczema was
caused by indigestion. Then I read
that many persons had been relieved
of indigestion by eating Grape-Nuts.
“I decided to try it. I liked the
taste of the food and was particularly
pleased to notice that my digestiou
was improviug and that the eruption
was disappearing as if by magic. I
had at last found, in this great food,
something that reached my trouble.
“When I find a victim of this afflic
tion I remember my own former suf
fering and advise a trial of Grape-Nut*
food instead of medicines.”
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to WelU
ville,” in pkgs. "There’s a Reason.”
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
interest.
