The bulletin. (Irwinton, Wilkinson County, Ga.) 191?-19??, May 19, 1916, Image 3

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Newspaper Page TextSYNOPSIS. —lß— — Van Weyden, critic and dllet- I tante, finds himself aboard the sealing I schooner Ghost, Captain Wolf Larsen, I bound to Japan waters. The captain I makes him cabin boy “for the good of his I soul,” Wolf hazes a seaman and makes I It the basis for a philosophic discussion I with Hump. Hump’s Intimacy with Wolf 1 increases. A carnival of brutality breaks I loose in the ship. Wolf proves, himself | the master brute. Hump is made mate I on the hell-ship and proves that he has learned "to stand on his own legs.” Two I men desert the vessel in one of the small boats. A young woman and four men. I survivors'of a steamer wreck, are res- I cued from a small boat. The deserters are sighted, but Wolf stands away and leaves them to drown. Maude Brewster. ■ the rescued girl, sees the cook towed over side to give him a bath and his foot bitten oft by a shark as he is hauled aboard. She begins to realize her danger At the hands of Wolf. Van Weyden real izes that he loves Maude. Wolf’s brother. Death Larsen, comes on the sealing grounds in the steam sealer Macedonia, “hogs” the sea, and Wolf captures sev eral of his boats. The Ghost runs away in a fog. Wolf furnishes liquor to the prisoners. He attacks Maude. Van Wey den attempts to kill him and fails. Wolf is suddenly stricken helpless by the return of a blinding head trouble, and with all hands drunk and asleep Van Weyden and Maude escape In a small boat together, CHAPTER XXlV—Continued. I had had no sleep for forty-eight hours. I was wet and chilled to 'the marrow, till I felt more dead than alive. My body was stiff from exer tion as well as from cold, and my aching muscles gave me the sever est torture whenever I used them, and 1 used them continually. And all the time we were being driven off into the northwest, directly away from Japan toward bleak Bering sea. Maud’s condition was pitiable. She eat crouched in the bottom of the boat, her lips blue, her face gray and plainly showing the pain she suffered. But ever her eyes looked bravely at me, and eyer her lips uttered brave words. The worst of the storm must have blown that night, though little I no ticed it. I had succumbed and slept where I sat in the stern-sheets. The morning of the fourth day found the' wind diminished to a gentle whisper, the sea dying down and the sun shin ing upon us. Oh, the blessed sun! How we bathed our poor bodies in its delicious warmth, reviving like bugs and crawling things after a storm. We smiled again, said amusing things and waxed optimistic over our situa tion. Yet it was, if anything, worse than ever. Came days of storm, days and nights of storm, when the ocean men aced us with its roaring whiteness, and the wind smote our struggling boat with a Titan’s buffets. It was in such a storm, and the worst we had experienced, that what I saw I could not at first believe. Days and nights of sleeplessness and anxiety had doubtless turned my head. I looked back at Maud, to identify myself, as it were, in time and space. Again I turned my face to leeward, and again I saw the jutting promontory, black and high and naked, the raging surf that broke about its base and beat its front high up with spouting fountains, the black and forbidding coast line running toward the southeast and fringed with a tremendous scarf of white. “Maud,” I said. “Maud.” She turned her head and beheld the sight. "It cannot be Alaska!” she cried. “Alas, no," I answered, and asked, “Can you swim?” She shook her head. “Neither can I,” I said. "So we must get ashore without swimming in some opening between the rocks through which we can drive the boat and clamber out. But we must be quick—and sure.” I spoke with a confidence she knew I did not feel, for she looked at me with that unfaltering gaze of hers and said: “I have not thanked you yet for all you have done for me, but—” She hesitated, as if in doubt how best to word her gratitude. “Well?” I said, brutally, for I was not quite pleased with her thanking me. "You might help me,” she smiled. "To acknowledge your obligations before you die? Not at all. We are not going to die. We shall land on that island, and we shall be snug and sheltered before the day is done.” I spoke stoutly, but I did not be lieve a word. Nor was I prompted to lie through fear. I felt no fear, though I was sure of death in that boiling surge amongs the rocks which was rapidly growing nearer. It was Im possible to claw off that shore. The wind would Instantly capsize the boat; the seas would swamp it the moment it fell into the trough; and, besides, the sail, lashed to the spare oars, dragged in the sea ahead of us, as a sea-anchor. Instinctively we drew closer in gether in the bottom of the boat. I felt her mittened hand come out to mine. And thus, without speech, we waited the end. We were not far off the line the wind made with the west ern edge of the promontory, and I watched in the hope that some set of the current or send of the sea would drift us past before we reached the surf. “We shall go clear,” I .paid, with a confidence which 1 knew deceived neither of us. “By God, we will go clear!” I cried, five minutes later. The oath left my lips in my excite ment—the first, I do believe, in my life, unless "trouble it,” an expletive of my youth, be accounted an oath. “I beg your pardon," I said. "You have convinced me of your sincerity,” she said, with a faint smile. “I do know, now, that we shall go clear.” I had seen a distant headland past the extreme edge of the promontory, and as we looked we could see grow the intervening coastline of what was evidently a deep cove. At the same time there broke upon our ears a con tinuous and mighty bellowing. It par took of the magnitude and volume of distant thunder, and it came to us directly from leeward, rising above the crash of the surf and traveling di rectly in the teeth of the storm. As we passed the point the whole cove burst upon our view, a half-moon of white sandy beach upon which broke a huge surf, and which was covered with myriads of seals. It was from them that the great bellowing went up. “A rookery!” I cried. ‘Now are we indeed saved. There must be men and cruisers to protect them from the seal-hunters. Possibly there is a sta tion ashore.” But as I studied the surf which beat upon the beach, I said, “Still bad, but not so bad. And now, if the gods be truly kind, we shall drift by that next headland and come upon a perfectly sheltered beach, where we may land without wetting our feet.” And the gods were kind. The first and second headlands were directly in line with the southwest wind; but once around the second—and we went perilously near—we picked up the third headland, still in line with the wind and with the other two. But • the cove that intervened! It pene trated deep into the land, and the tide, setting in, drifted us under the shel ter of the 4>oint. Here the sea was calm, save for a heavy but smooth groundswell, and I took in the sea anchor and began to row. Here were no seals whatever. The , boat’s stem touched the hard shingle. ’ I sprang out, extending my hand to Maud. The next moment she was be side me. As my fingers released hers, she clutched for my arm hastily. At the same moment I swayed, as about to fall to the sand. This was the startling effect of the cessation of mo tion. We had been so long upon the moving, rocking sea that the stable land was a shock to us. We expected 1 the beach to lift up this way and that, and the rocky walls to swing back and forth like the sides of a ship; and 1 when we braced ourselves, automati cally, for these various expected 1 movements, their nop-occurrence quite ; overcame our equilibrium. “I really must sit down,” Maud said, 1 with a nervous laugh and a dizzy ges ' lure, and forthwith she sat down on 1 the sand. , I attended to making the boat se cure and joined her. Thus we landed on Endeavor island, as we came to it, lands! ck from long custom of the sea. ; CHAPTER XXV. ’ I boiled the water, but it was Maud who made the coffee. And how good it was! My contribution was canned ) beef fried with crumbled sea biscuit and water. The breakfast was a suc > cess, and we sat about the fire much - longer than enterprising explorers ! should have done, sipping the hot black coffee and talking over our situ ' ation. ! I was confident that we should find i a station in some one of the coves, for I knew that the rookeries of Bering 1 sea were thus guarded; but Maud ad vanced the theory—to prepare me for ’ disappointment, I do believe, if dis appointment were to come—that we i had discovered an unknown rookery. ; She was in very good spirits, how ever, and made quite merry in accept ing our plight as a grave one. . “If you are right,” I said, “then we । must prepare to winter here. Our t food will not last, but there are the I seals. They go away in the fall, so I must soon begin to lay in a supply . of meat. Then there will be huts to > build and driftwood to gather. Also, । we shall try out seal fat for lighting , purposes. Altogether, we’ll have our ; hands full if we find the island is un . inhabited. Which we shall not, I > know.” ) But she was right. We sailed with ) a beam wind along the shore, search , ing the coves with our glasses and > landing occasionally, without finding , a sign of human life. There were no beaches on the southern shore, and by •' early afternoon we rounded the black I promontory and completed the clr > cumnavigatfon of the island. I esti > mated Its circumference at twenty-five f miles, its width varying from two to ■ five miles; while my most conserva i tive calculation placed on its beaches i two hundred thousand seals. 1 This brief description is all that En ) deavor island merits. Damp and sog gy where it was not sharp and rocky, i buffeted by storm winds and lashed THE BULLETIN, IRWINTON, GEORGIA. by the sea, with the air continually a-tremble with the bellowing of two hundred thousand amphibians, it was a melancholy and miserable sojourn ing place. Maud, who had prepared me for disappointment, and who had been sprightly and vivacious all day. broke down as we landed in our own little cove. She strove bravely to hide it from me, but while I was kindling another fire I knew she was stifling her sobs in the blankets under the sail-tent. It was my turn to be cheerful, and 1 played the part to the best of my ability, and with such success that I brought the laughter back into her dear eyes and song on her lips; for she sang to me before she went to an early bed. It was the first time I had heard her sing, and I lay by the fire, listening and transported, for she was nothing if not an artist in everything she did, and her voice, though not strong, was wonderfully sweet and ex pressive. I slept in the boat, and I lay awake long that night, gazing up at the first stars I had seen in many nights and pondering the situation. Responsibil ity of this sort was a new thing to me. Wolf Larsen had been quite right. I had stood on my father’s legs. My lawyers and agents had taken care of my money for me. I had had no responsibilities at all. Then, on the Ghost I had learned to be responsible for myself. And now, for the first time in my life, I found myself re sponsible for someone else. And it was required of me that this should be the gravest of responsibilities, for she was the one woman in the world —the one small woman, as I loved to think of her. No wonder we called It Endeavor island. For two weeks we toiled at bulding a hut. Maud insisted on help ing, and I could have wept over her bruised and bleeding hands. And still, I was proud of her because of it. There was something heroic about this gently bred woman enduring our terrible hardship and with her pit- B — Ip ■KSMm a I And Thus, Without Speech, We Await ed the End. tanee of strength bending to the tasks of a peasant woman. She gathered many of the stones which I built into the walls of the hut; also, she turned a deaf ear to my entreaties when I begged her to desist. . She compro mised, however, by taking upon her self the lighter labors of cooking and gathering driftwood and moss for our winter’s supply. The hut’s walls rose without diffi culty, and everything went smoothly until the problem of a roof confronted me. ♦ "Winters used walrus skins on his hut,” I said. “There are the seals,” she suggest ed. So next day the hunting began. I did not know how to shoot, but I pro ceeded to learn. And when I had ex pended some thirty shells for three seals, I decided that the ammunition would be exhausted before I acquired the necessary- knowledge. “We must club the seals,” I an nounced, when convinced of my poor marksmanship. “I have heard the sealers talk about clubbing them.” "They are so pretty,” she objected. ”1 cannot bear to think of it being done. It is so directly brutal, you know; so different from shooting them.” "That root must go on,” I answered grimly. “Winter is almost here. It is our lives against theirs. It is un fortunate we haven’t plenty of am munition, but I think, anyway, that they suffer less from being clubbed than from being all shot up. Besides, I shall do the clubbing." The upshot of the affair was that she accompanied me next morning. I rowed into the adjoining cove and up to the edge of the beach. There were seals all about us in the water, and the bellowing thousands on the beach compelled us to shout at each other to make ourselves heard. “I know men club them,” I said, trying to reassure myself and gazing doubtfully at a large bull, not thirty feet away, upreared on his fore-flip pers and regarding me intently. “But the question is. How do they club them?” "It just comes io me,” she said, "that Captain Larsen was telling me how the men raided the rookeries. They drive the seals, in small herds, a short distance inland before they kill them.” "I don’t care to undertake the herd ing of one of those harems,” I ob jected. “But there are the holluschlckte, ’ she said, “The nolluschickie haul out by themselves, and Doctor Jordan says that paths are left between the harems, and that as long as the hob luschickie keep strictly to the path they are unmolested by the masters of the harem." “There’s one now,” i said, pointing to a young bull in the water. "Let’s watch him, and follow him if he hauls out." He swam directly to the beach and clambered out into a small opening between two harems, the masters of which made warning noises but did not attack him. We watched him travel slowly inward, threading about among the harems along what must have been the path. A quarter of a mile inland we came upon the holluschickie —sleek young bulls, living out the loneliness of their bachelorhood and gathering strength against the day when they would fight their way into the ranks of the bene dicts. Everything now went smoothly. I seemed to know just what to do and how to do it. Shouting, making threatening gestures with my club, and even prodding the lazy ones, I quickly cut out a score of the young bachelors from their companions. Whenever one made an attempt to break back toward the water, I head ed it off. Maud took an active part in the drive, and with her cries and flourishings of the broken oar was of considerable assistance. I noticed, though, that whenever one looked tired and lagged, she let it slip past. But I noticed, also, whenever one with a show of fight, tried to break past, that her eyes glinted and showed bright, and she rapped it smartly with her club. “My, it’s exciting!” she cried, paus ing from sheer weakness. “I think I’ll sit down." I drove the little herd (a dozen strong, now, what of the escapes she had permitted) a hundred yards far ther on; and by the time she joined me I had finished the slaughter and was beginning to skin. An hour later we went proudly back along the path between the harems. And twice again we came down the path burdened with skins. till I thought we had enough to roof the hut. I set the sail, laid one tack out of the cove, and on the other tack made our own little in ner cove. “It’s just like home-coming," Maud said, as I ran the boat ashore. I heard her words with a responsive thrill, it was all so dearly intimate and natural, and I said: "It seems as though I have lived this life always. The world of books and bookish folk is very vague, more like a dream memory than an actual ity. I surely have hunted and forayed and fought all the days of my life. And you, too, seem a part of it. You are —” I was on the verge of saying, “my woman, my mate,” but glibly changed it to —"standing the hardship well.” But her ear had caught the flaw. She recognized a flight that midmost broke. She gave me a quick look. “Not that. You were saying—?” “That the American Mrs. Meynell was living the life of a savage and living it quite successfully,” I said easily. (TO BE CONTINUED.) RELICS OF ROMAN LONDON Interesting Discoveries Made When for Any Purpose the Soil Is Dug Into at Some Depth. Roman London lies buried about eighteen feet below the level of Cheap side. In nearly all parts of the city there have been discovered tessellated pavements, Roman tombs, lamps, vases, sandals, key’s, ornaments, weap ons, coins and statues of the Roman gods. When, a little over a century ago. deep sections were made for the sew ers in Lombard street, the lowest stratum was found to consist of tes sellated pavements. Many colored dice were found lying scattered about, and above this stratum was a thick layer of wood ashes, suggesting the debris of charred wooden buildings. While building the Exchange work men came upon a gravel-pit full of oyster shells, bones of cattle, old san dals and shattered pottery. Two pave , ments were dug up under the French church in Threadneedle street, and, other pavements have been cut through in several parts of the city. The soil seems to have risen over Ro man London at the rate of nearly a foot a century. Still further must the searcher dig to find the third London, the earlier London of the Britons. Kitten Saves Girl's Life. Out in California a kitten saved a little twelve-year-old girl from proba ble death. The girl and the kitten went for a walk. After a short time the kitten returned alone and kept walking up and down in front of the girl’s mother crying pitifully. It was trying to attract the attention of the mother, and every time it thought it succeeded it would walk off and, not seeing the mother follow, would re turn and cry all the harder. Finally the mother noticed the per formance and decided to follow the lit tle creature the next time it repeated the affair, as she thought it strange it should act so. The kitten led the way to the end of a recreation pier, where the child was found hanging head downward from a large spike in a pile. She bad fallen from the pier and her clothing had caught on the spike. Her mother immediately rescued her, but she was barely conscious Had she remained in that position five minutes longer she would have been dead. —Our Dumb Animals. The South hns approximately 240. 000,000 acres of undeveloped land. Jnihmonal SBffSOIOOI Lesson (By E. O. SELLERS. Acting Director of Sunday School Course of the Moody Bible Institute. Chicago.) (Copyright, 1914, Western Newspaper Union.) LESSON FOR MAY 21 THE CRIPPLE OF LYSTRA. LESSON TEXT—Acts 14. GOLDEN TEXT—He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might be increaseth strength.—lsa. 40:29. Make a list of the seven cities men tioned in this lesson and locate them on a map. Let seven pupils attack to the map a flag, or banner, to locate each one. The visit to Iconium oc curred probably in the spring of A. D. 47 (Ramsey). Paul and Barnabas had a great triumph and a severe testing at Iconium, wrought a great victory of faith and became popular at Lystra, only to meet great tribulation. On their homeward journey they con firmed saints, set up rules and gave । account of their labors to the home | church of Antioch. I. In Iconium (vv. 1-7). This was a Roman city of great antiquity and importance. The modern city Konia is an important Mohammedan and trade center. Tradition sayc Paul was imprisoned for being a magician and teaching a woman named Thekla not to marry. This woman endured great hardships and trials for the faith, fin ally becoming a nun at Selencia and dying at the advanced age of ninety. From this tradition we get most of our ideas of Paul’s appearance—small, bandy-legged, large eyed, shaggy eye brows, long nose; full of grace with sometimes the face of a man and at others of an angel. This is tradition only, but is probably somewhat near the truth. Paul followed his usual first witnessing in the synagogue, wit nessing to the entire population, Jew and Gentile, and dividing them effec tively by his words about Jesus. 11. In Lystra (vv. 8-21). (1) Popu larity (w. 8-18). Their introduction here would seem propitious, healing the cripple and at once gaining the esteem of the people. Adoration and gratitude appeal to the human heart. Underneath the heathen idea that the gods “came down to us in the likeness of men,” is the great and glorious truth of the incarnation (John 1:14; Phil. 2:6, 7). We should hesitate to condemn these men of Lystra too se verely, for what American community is not open to condemnation in this regard? Too many Christians offer | garlands (v. 13) at the feet of the men | whom God has used to work his i mighty works. It was common com- j plaint that in the days of his greatest ' victories, men could not find Mr. \ Moody when a service was dismissed, ■ or get into his quarters at the hotels; he would give no opportunity for self glorification. Paul and Barnabas had hard work to restrain these hero wor . shipers (v. 14), and to convince them ' who they were and how they had been enabled to accomplish such a wonder ful miracle (v. 15). Paul was of “like stature” w-ith them and would not ac cept worship as did the Caesars or Herod (12:22, 23). He exhorted the Lystrians to turn from “these vain things,” I. e., such idol worship, unto the "living God” (see also I Cor. 8:4; I Thess. 1:9). Hitherto God had not miraculously interfered to turn men from their evil ways (v. 16), but ' left them to their own devices to show : their inability to Slid their way back ' to him (see Acts 17:30; I Cor. 1:21). i Yet God is not “without witnesses” ( (v. 17). The seasons and the natural j laws point to God, yet men still re- • main blind and ungrateful. Thus by vehement exhortation they prevented this act of sacrilege. (2) Persecution (vs. 19, 20). The mob is ever fickle, (v. 18), but it did not turn them "unto the living God” (v. 15). Conversion is the simple turning from idols (I Thess. 1-9), a rational thing, but one contrary to the pride of men who de sire to “do something” whereby they may merit or can demand their sal vation. Even as Paul had difficulty to turn people aside from idols, so today it is hard to keep men and women from idolatry, not the gross or vulgar idolatry of heathenism, but the re fined idols of culture, success, power, money and pleasure. To his difficul ties Paul had the added persecution of the vindictive Iconians and those from Antioch (v. 19). God delivered him from this trial (I Cor. 11:25, 27). All loyal witnesses must expect persecu tion from the God-hating world (II Tim. 3:12; John 15:18-20). Ilk The Return (vv. 22-28). “When they had preached the gospel to the city” (v. 21) literally "having evan gelized the city,” they started home confirming believers and appointing leaders in each center visited. They did not take the short cut of 160 miles to Paul's home in Tarsus, but they visited their new converts. Symbolically the cripple of Lystra is a type of sin. (a) helpless, (b) born in that condition (Psa. 51:5), (c) had to be helped from without, by outside power (Rom. 5:6); (d) all could see the change (James 2:18). This mir acle wrought (a) Praise from the peo ple, (b) Protestation on the part of Paul and Barnabas, (c) Persecution from the fickle and disappointed priests who incited the people. Per secution helped the proclamation of the gospel. Those who believed strengthened Paul by sharing his dan ger (v. 20) and because of this ex perience Paul "made many disciples." Druggist Knows the Best Kidney Remedy For more than twenty years I have been successfully selling Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp- Root to my customers who were in need . of such a medicine and they all speak in the highest terms of the good results obtained from its use. I know it is a good medi cine for kidney, liver and bladder troubles and I never hesitate in recommending it to anyone who is in need of it. Very truly yours, W. H. MASON, Druggist, Jan. sth, 1916. Humboldt, Tenn. Letter to Dr. Kilmer Co. Binghamton, N.Y. Prove Whit Swamp-Root Will Do For Yow Send ten cents to Dr. Kilmer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for a sample size bot tle. It will convince anyone. You will also receive a booklet of valuable infor mation, telling about the kidneys and blad der. When writing, be sure and mention this paper. Regular fifty-cent and one dollar size bottles for sale at all drug •torei.—Adv. Political Asset. “That candidate is two-faced.” “Fine! He can kiss twice as many babies.” FITS, EPILEPSY, FALLING SICKNESS 1 (Stopped Quicktv. Fifty years of nninterrupted | success of nr. Kime's Epilepsy Medicine insures lasting results. Large Trial bottle hike. DK. KLINE COMPANY, Bed Bank, N. J.-Adv. The Vocal Belligerent. “My voice is for war.” “But are you willing to offer the rest of yourself?” WOMAN'S CROWNING GLORY is her hair. f f yours is streaked with ugly, grizzly, gray hairs, use “La Cre ole” Hair Dressing and change it in the natural way. Price SI.OO. —Adv. Might Save His Chip. Once Gladstone was cutting a tree on his estate. Two yokels each took up a chip to treasure. “When I die, lads,” said Sandy, "this chip’ll go in my coffin!” “Sandy,” said an old wife standing near, “if thou'd worship thy God as thou worship Gladstone, thou'd stand a better chance of going where the chip wouldna burn!” Luxury of Woe. Mandy had "dished up” my onesome lunch, but still she lingered near. “Well. Mandy, what is it?” I asked, recognizing the symptoms. She giggled consciously. “Please, Miss Ethel, couldn’ yo’ lend me a p’ar red stockin’s?” “Red stockings, Mandy? Are you going to a party?” She became impressively solemn at once. “Oh, no, miss. Ah's gwine to | a fun’al.” “But, Mandy, red stockings at a fu • neral! Everybody always wears black at funerals.” “Yes’m. Ah knows, miss—” she hes i itated —“but yo' see, Ah expects to i prostrate mahself on de grave.”—New Y’ork Evening Post. Cheering Him Up. A professional boxer was badly beat en in a sparring match and carried to his bed in an exhausted and melan choly condition. “I wish you’d say something to cheer him up, doctor.” pleaded the de feated warrior's wife. "He's gettin’ low in his mind, and when he’s like that you've no idea how hard it is to wait on him. He's worse than a bear with a toothache.” “What can I say that will please him most?” asked the doctor. "You might just tell him in an off hand way that the man as licked him i is mighty bad in the horspital. and I that they may have to hold a post ! mostem on him any minute now.” was । the solemn suggestion. MEAL-TIME CONSCIENCE. What Do the Children Drink? There are times when mother or father feeds the youngsters something that they know children should not have. Perhaps it is some rich dessert but more often it is tea or coffee. It is better to have some delicious, hot food drink that you can take your self and feed to your children, con scious that it will help and strength en, but never hurt them. A Yorkstate lady says: “I used coffee many years in spite of the con viction that it injured my nervous sys tem and produced my nervous head aches. While visiting a friend I was served with Postum and I determined to get a package and try it myself. The result was all that could be de sired —a delicious, finely flavored, rich ly colored beverage. Since I quit cof fee. Postum has worked wonders for me. "My husband, who had suffered from kidney trouble when drinking coffee, quit the coffee and took up Postum with me and since drinking Postum he has felt stronger and better, with no indication of kidney trouble. “You may be sure I find it a great comfort to have a warm drink at meals that I can give my children, with a clear conscience that it will help and not hurt them as coffee or tea would.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek. Mich. Postum comes in two forms: Postum Cereal —the original form— must be well boiled. 15c and 25c pkgs. Instant Postum —a soluble powder— dissolves quickly in a cup of hot wa ter, and, with cream and sugar, makes a delicious beverage Instantly. 30c and 50c tins. Both forms are equally delicious and cost about the same per cup. “There’s a Reason” for Postum. —sold by Grocers.