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SYNOPSIS.
Major Lawrence, son of Judgre Ijiw-
{•liot of Virginia, wboit wife wu a
la sent on a perlloua mission by
Oen. Washington, just after the winter
at Valley Porg*. Disguised In a British
uniform Lawrence arrive* within tbe
enemy's lines. The Major attends a
«reat fete and saves the "UAr of the
landed Rose" from mob. He later
■••II the airl at a brilliant ball. Trou-
We la started over a wait a and L w-
!•••• to ureal by his partner. Mistress
Mortimer (The udy or the Blended
■MM), to make his esoape. Lawrence
to detected as a apy by Captain Orant
•' the British Army, who aarees to a
dual. The dual la stopped by Grant's
fliende and the apy makea a dash for
•Ibarty. swimming a river following a
narrow escape. The Major arrives at
the shop of « blaoksmlth. who la friend-
ly. and knowi the Lady of the Blended
Roaa. Captain Orant and rangers aearoh
blaoksmlth whop in vain for the *«y.
Lawrenoe Joins the minute meiv Orant
■ •ad his* tratoreeaventure* by the mln
uta man. Lewranoa Is made prlaoner
by an Indian and two white men. who
look htm in a strong cell. Peter ad-
visee Lawrenoe not to attempt to ea*
«ape as "some one" would send for him.
Orant'* appearanoe adds mystery to
the combination of olroumatanoe*. Law-
rence again meets the Lady of the
Blended Rose, who Informs him that
he Is In her house: and that she was In
command of the party that captured
him. The oaptlve fs thrust Into a dark
underground chamber when Captain
Orant begins a search of the premises.
After digging his way out. Lawrence
And* the plaoe deserted. Kvldenoe of a
battle ana a dead man across tha thres-
hold. C61. Mortimer, father of the L*dy
of the Blended Rose, finds his home In
ruins. Capt Orant Insists that Uw-
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Lai
laWrenoe
timer appear*, explains the mystery and
iwrenee 1* held a prisoner of war.
itrrenoe escapes through plans ar-
ranged by The Lady and sees Orant at-
tack Ml** Mortimer. Orant Is knocked
out by Lawrenoe. who dome* to Ml**
Mortimer's relief, and then make* hi*
aacap«. Captain Orant'* paaa villainy
revealed.
CHAPTER XXIV.—Continued.
I know not when, during all my
ajr life, I was more deeplt Un-
safe Wie the feVfuf ioiahnlty of
war, than u I watched these volun-
teer soldier* lend on the Jersey shore,
end tramp away through the dust In
thoee rank* were atck and wounded
scarcely able to keep up; occasionally
.one W«W1 cravl.Ail<^ buLUwMewwU
he was able would Join aome new hod/,
and resume the march.
They were animated by a atern pur-
pose which yielded power. Such aa
these were not to be trifled with. Oth-
era might scoff at their raggedness of
line, their carelessness of discipline,
their nondescript garments, and vari-
ety or squlpmsnt but to one who had
seen such In battle—who bad been
with them at Trenton, Brand/wine,
and Oerman town—they were warriors
not to he despised, stern, grim fight-
ers, able to hold their own against
Mngland's best drilled battalions. 1
watched them flle past—Wayne'*, Var-
num'a, Scott's brigade*, and Jackson's
and Grayson's regiments—marking
the brown, dust-caked faces, the eager
eyes, die sturdy, tireless tread, the
well oiled muskets. Boys, men, gray-
beards, all alike exhibited In their
faoes the same expression. They were
anticipating battle against a hated foe,
and counted hardship as nothing com-
pared with the Joy of conflict. Every
step brought them closer to the
grapple of arms—to that supreme test
of strength, courage, endurance, for
which tbey had left their homes. They
might be poorly drilled. Ill-dressed,
variously armed, yet these were fight-
ing men.
It was midnight when Morgan led us
up the steep bluff, and out upon the
sandy road. We advanced silently,
and in straggling column through the
darkness, passing the embers of
camp" fires for several miles, the re-
cumbent soldiery of other commands
sleeping on the ground. At Hopewell.
Washington was holding another coun-
cil with bis offlcem. As we swung
past we could perceive his tall figure
standing In the glow of a fire, and
there arose from the Hps of our men
a sudden, Involuntary cheer, breaking
strangely upon tbe solemn silence of
the night Tbe group about him were
startled and looked about, and hs
paused a moment shading ej-ea.
"What troopB are these?" he asked,
his voloe cutting across the distance.
A hundred answered him:
"Morgan's riflemen I"
"Good, my lads!" and even at that
distance I eould see his face brighten.
The** will he work for you at dawa."
There mlgM to
about that eeeadl Are.
thoee who were sola# out to tie. Al-
ready rumors were flying about re-
garding Lee's uewilllegns— te sagago
la battle. I saw him as 1 tn gg*<
past, standing beside Waya* the fire-
light on his face. although his bead
was bowed. Svea to oar sheers he
never oaoe gleaoed up. sad. as we
passed beyond the radios at light I
Jald.csr head «y antha jgaae of .Ma*-
gas's horse.
"la it true that Charles Use thinks
we should let Clinton go without fight
IngT" 1 ashed soberly. "That was re-
mored at the ferry."
" Tls enough," he naaweasd. his
eyes upon the dark column at plod-
ding ,iqra. "And he seems to have
others with him. I know not What bad
put the coward Into the fellows of
late. 8alnt Andrew I the odds are no
greater than we have met before. But
there'll be no fighting, lad. I fear, un-
less Washington takes tbe bit In his
teeth and orders It I'm glad the boys
cheered him; 'twill give the man new
heart."
"You favor tbe Joining of laaueT"
"Why not? Were we ever In better
fettle? A retreating army Is always
half whipped, and we can choose our
ground. Why. lad. 'tis reported Clin-
ton's line stretches out full twelve
miles, with train of baggage wagons
and battery horses, and camp follow-
ers enough for a division. Twill be
eesy work atteqdlng to them, and moot
of Ms troops are Dutch and Tories."
By daylight we came up with the
New Jersey mllltla. lying at rset along
the bank of the Millstone river, welt-
ing their turn to ford that stream, and
Join Maxwell on the opposite shone.
From whers I stood I eould see the
thin lines of Continentals sprsedlng
oat1 like a fan. as the skirmishers -atf*
vanced up the opposite bluffs. Down
the trampled bank, men were strug-
gling with a light battery, and sudden-
ly In the press of figures I came upon
Farrell. He was mud from heed to
foot, bis face streaked with It, but he
looked up with beaming eyes as I
spoke his name, and our hands
clasped.
"I thought you would be over there
with Maxwell." he said, pointing
across at the black dots, now clearly
distinguishable In tbe glow of sun-
shine. V 'M
"I was left behind, and came up Just
now with Morgan." I replied. "But I
am anxious enough to be with my own
fellows. What means that skirmish
line, Farrell ? Are we already In touch
with Clinton r
He swept the hair out -of his syes
with His great fist
"No one knows exactly, but the Brit-
ish are not far off; and are headed this
way. A scout came through with the
news two hours ago—Clinton has tak-
en the road to ' Monmouth." He
chuckled grimly, glancing at, my face.
"And who think ye the lad was who
told usr .
'Who ?? .mrxhsoet - tightening. *-
"The same yon was so anxious about
a few days back."
"Mortimer! Brio Mortimerf"
"Aye, unless my syes fall me al-
ready, It was the boy."
"You are sure? You saw him?"
"Well. I had a glimpse, as be came
up the bank here from the ford, bis
horse dripping. It was dark still, and
he only stopped to ask the road. I
knew the voice, and tbe form—the lad
Is as slender as a girl—then he went
by me, digging his horse with the
spurs, and lying close. He had a Dra-
goon's cape flapping from his shoul-
ders. but twas the boy all right Ah I
there go the guns up the bank. Now.
perhaps, they'll let me take my fight-
ing dogs across." *
The way was open for me, at least,
and I swung up tnto the saddle, and
drove my horse down the slippery
shore into the water. The stream
was not deep, although tbe current
flowed swiftly, and a moment later I
had found Maxwell.
"Yes," he said to my first question,
"we are going to fight although it
may not be anything more serious
than skirmishing today. Washington
has decided in spite of Lee, thank
God. and we'll have a go at the Red-
coats. Lafayette commands tbe ad-
vance, and Wayne will be up within
a few hours. We are to skirmish for-
ward toward Monmouth Court House;
Clinton has turned that way."
"You learned that from a scout?"
"Yes; be Just came through; one of
Charles Lee's men, I understood—a
blue-eyed, rosy-cheeked boy, who said
his name was Mortimer. He had rid-
den from Cookstown, and was reeling
In the saddle, but would go on. Your
men are over there, major, beyond the
clump of timber. In my Judgment
we'll accomplish little today, for
there Is a heavy storm in those clouds
yonder."
"How many men will we have when
Wayne comes up?"
"About four thousand, with tbe mi-
litia. We are ordered to hang alose
to Clinton's left, wnile iftorgan circles
him to the right. 'Tls said the Brit-
ish have transports, at Sandy Hook,
and are trying to get there; that was
the word young Mortimer brought la."
muting, the rata a
dowa tha aide of the hill
sad, blinded. I grew my
into the slight shelter of the wood,
sag waited, gripptag him by the bit
Mea ran back dowa the hill, seeking
shelter (Mm tha tory of It sad I heal
my head, sashsd to the shla. for tha
of the long eight's march, my head
throbbing from the awful bsat of the
early morning. I sat dowa la tha
mud and wator; my arm through tha
bridle rein, my heed against tbe
trunk of a tree, which partially pro-
tected my face from tbe beating rale.
But' there was no steep possible.
My mind pictured the field of action,
reviewed the events leading up to this
hour, and, as surely, reverted to Claire
Mortimer. I had almost forgotten
the sturdy downpour so intensely was
I thinking, when a courier came spur-
ring forward, blinded by tbe storm,
yet riding recklessly. He must have
seen the group of men huddled at tbe
edge of tbe grove, for he drew up his
horse, calling my name.
"Major Lawrence, I come from Gen-
eral Maxwell," be shouted between
the crashes of thunder. "You are
given command of the right of the
line, and will press on regardless of
tbe storm until the enemy is met la
force. Dragoons have been seen two
miles seat You understand, air?"
"Yes." lsadlag forth my horse.
"Come oa. lads. It's the top of the
hill! What about the artilleryV
"We may not be able to move the
guns." he answered, "but you are to
ksep your powder aa dry as possible
and bold Clinton to the road. Dry
Mmdsr: g Wl be aent aa soon as -the
storm breaks. That's all, sir."
I could scaroe see the fellow as his
borse whirled, snd went splashing
down the slope. Through the mist of
rain tha men gatbsred about were
mere blotches.
"All right, you water-ntts. come on!"
1 sang out cheerfully. "Well give the
Red-coats the butts of our guns any-
how."
There was a faint cheer as ths
drenched figures sprang forward rac-
ing after me. Twloe we ran up against
small parties of horsemen, exchanging
shots, but these fell back, leaving the
road clear. By dark we were at Eng-
llshtown. hungry and thoroughly worn
out, and there we halted, sleeping
upon our arms. All I had la my hav-
ersack was a single bard biscuit
after munching which I lay down upon
the ground and fell Instantly asleep.
CHAPTER XXV.
v Tbe PlgM st Monmouth.
The neat day—Sunday, the twenty-
eighth of June. 1778—dawned with
cloudless sky, hot sultry, the warmest
dny of tbe year. Not a breath of
.air sUme^Uyr^Tt*, And ljn JtJ&MJ**
branches nbove us birds sang gleeful-
ly. Before daybreak we, who bad been
permitted to sleep for a few hours,
were aroused by the sentries, and. la
ths gray dawn. partook of a meager
breakfast A fresh supply of ammuni-
tion was brought up and distributed
among the men. and. before sunrise,
we were In line, stripped for a hot
day's' work, eagerly awaiting orders.
1 can maks no pretense at describ-
ing In any detail, or sequence. the
memorable action at Monmouth Court
House, but must contsnt myself with
depleting what little 1 saw upon ths
firing Uns of Mnxwell's brigade. Ws
advanced slowly eastward over a gent-
ly rolling country, diversified by small
groves. In advance was a thin 11ns
of skirmishers, and to left and right
were Dickinson's and Wayne's mea.
their mnskets gleaming In the sun-
light Early the rumor crept about
among us that Lee had come up dur-
ing the night with fresh troopB. and
assumed command.
Who led us waS of but small conse-
quence, however, as there was now no
doubt in any mind but what battle was
Inevitable. Already to the south
echoed a sound of firing where Mor-
gan had uncovered a column of Dra
goons. Then a courier from Dickin-
son dashed along our rear seeking
Lee, scattering broadcast the welcome
news that Knyphausen and his Hes-
sians, the van of the British move-
ment, were approaching. With a cheer
of anticipation, tbe solders flung aside
every article possible to discard, and
pressed recklessly forward. Before
we moved a mile my horse became so
lame, I was obliged to dismount, and
proceed on foot Never have I experi-
enced a hotter sun, or a more sultry
air. Rapid marching was Impossible,
yet by nine o'clock we bad passed
the Freehold meeting bouse, and were
halted In the protection of a consider
able wood, tbe men dropping to the
ground in tbe grateful shadow. Max-
well came along back of our line, his
horse walking slowly, as the general
mopped his streaming red face. He
failed to recognise ms among the oth
ers until I stepped out Into the boiling
sun. and spoks:
"What is that firing to tha right
f Are
tfaar
He daaw at Ma heraa wtth a JosOl
-fan. tmwiif aurr'taa1
aayhady la this
What's heocaa
"flats oat ysstsadap. sir. Rata
Is It
to he a light r
Tha grip of hie
the isllh pomassl
the lneguler One of
"Tea, whsa Washington gets up|
you need never fioeht that We'd be
at It aow, but for Charles Lee I'd
U he well to know what hss
OHumw oriate ths,old spirit
te have left him. Aye! It's
aad Morgaa oat yonder, wasting good
powder sad ball on n handful of Dra-
goons. Wayne hss been ordersd for-
ward. and then back, until he Is toe
mad to swear, and I am but little hot-
ter. By the Eternal 1 you should have
heard Lafayette, whsa hs begged per-
mission to send us In. 'Sir.' said Lee,
'you do not know British soldiers; we
csnnot stand against tbem; we shall
certainly be driven back at first and
must be cautious.' Returned the
Frenchman: It may be so. general;
but Rritlsh soldiers have been beaten,
and may be again; at any rate I am
disposed to make ths trial.'"
" 'Tls not like General Lee." I
broke In. "He has ever been a reck-
less fighter. Has tbe man lost bis
wits?"
Maxwell leaned over, so his words
should not carry beyond my sar.
" Tls envy of Washington, to my
mind." be said soberly. "He has op-
posed every plan In oouncU. imagin-
ing. no doubt a failure of oampalga
may make him the sommendsrtn-chteC.
There comes a courier now."
The fellow wae so strseked with
dust as to be scarcely rscognlsahte.
snd he wiped the perspiration from
his eyss to stars tnto our faoea,
"Oensral Maxwell?"
"Yes; what Is ltr
"Compliments of General Lea,' sir,
and you will retire your troops toward
the Freehold Meeting House. forming
connection there with General Scott"
"Retreat! Good God, man! we
haven't fired a shot"
"Those were the orders, sir. It that
Scott over yonder?"
Maxwell nodded, too angered for
words. Then, as the courlsr galloped
away, turned In bis saddle.
"By heaven 1 I suppose we must do
It, Lawrence. But whst folly! What
aslnlnlty! We've got the Redcoats
hemmed In, and did you ever see a
better field? Pray God I may hear
Washington when be comes up. I'd
"He Went by Ms, Digging His Horse
With His Spurs snd Lying Cleee."
rather be dead then, than Charles
Lse."
Ws gave tbe orders, snd the men
fell back sullenly, swearing fiercely
as they caught ths rebellious spirit of
their officers. Scarcely able to breaths
In the bot stagnant air, caked with
WeyWs
ly sgslasi the tresa. A
rldlag
toward our Ilea,
asms lots the seady plain
skirted the morses, I
ia advene*, mousted oa a
fisshsd with foam. Twtee ha
fMlag across the UUs through Isvafrfl
■Ud gtaasea. and tiea thda up the
steep asosat to oar rear. Maxwell
met him not twenty feet from whsra
I lsy.
"What does this mean, sir?" Lse
thundered hoarsely, "Why are your
men lying strewn about ta this ansot-
dlarly manner, Oensral Maxwell f*
Are you unaware, sir, that we are la
the presence of tbe enemy?"
Maxwell's face fairly biased, as bo
straightened In the saddle, but before
his lips could form sn answer, s sud-
den eheer burst out from the crest of
the hill, and I saw men leaping to
their feet, and waving their hata. Tbe
next Inatant across tbe summit came
Washington, a dozen officers clatter-
ing behind, his fscs stem-set snd
white, ss he rode straight towsrd Lee.
"Whst Is the meaning of this re-
treat General Lee? My God, sir, bow
do you socount for such disorder aad
oonfuston?" bs exclaimed, his votoa
ringing sbovs the uproar, his aagrr
syss biasing Into Lse's face. "Answer
ms."
The other muttered some reply I
faUsd to catch.
"That's not true," nsturued Wash-
ington, every word stinging like a
whip. "It wss merely a covering party
Which attacked you. Why did you a
cept command, sir. unless you latsad*
sd to fight?"
not deem It prudent General
Washington, to bring on a general en-
gagement,"
"You were to obey my ordsta, sir.
and you know what they wsra. Seel
They are coming now!"
Hs wheeled his horse sbout polnb
ing with one hand across ths vallsy.
"Major Cain, bsve Oswsld bring up
his guns at ones; Lieutenant McNeill,
rids to Ramsey snd Stewart; have
tlMlr troops on tbe ridge within tea
minutes—General Maxwell, tbess are
your men?"
"They are. sir."
"Hold this line at any cost the r*
serves will be up presently."
As he drew his horss about he again
came face to face with Les, who sat
his saddls sullenly, his gase on tbe
ground. Washington looked at him
a moment, evidently not knowing what
to say. Then he asked quietly;
"Will you retain oommand oa thla
height, or aot sir?"
"It* th equal to me whers I oom-
mand."
"Then I expect yoa will take propsr
means for okscklng the sftemy."
"1 shall not be the flrat to leave tha
ground; your orders shall he obeyed."
What followed was b t a medley at
sight and sound. I saw Wuhlngtot
ride to the left; heerd Lea give a bur*
rifd order, or two; thsa I was at tha
rsar of our own line strengthening it
for assault There wss little enough
time left <
Under tbe smoke of several batter-
lea. whose shells were lipping opsa
tbe side of the hill, tha Rritlsh wsra
advancing In double hs, the sua
gleaming on their heyeSets, and re-
vealing the uniforms fif different
corps.
"Steady, menl Steadyt" voice after
voice caught up the command. "Hold
your flrel"
"Walt until ther rsaelh that falls*
tree!" I added.
(TO BB CONTIMVBD.)
The Real Story
Anciently there lived a certain man
by the name of George, who was much
pestered by a dragon.
The dragon's colors were never
twice alike, and by that the creature
got on George's nerves lu a particu-
lar manner.
At length George fell to thinking,
and the very next time he was asked
what he would have he replied:
"Never again!"
Moreover, be stuck to It ,
"St. George!" sniffed his boon com-
panions Ironically.
Bui posterity spoke of him without
irony, remembering only that he had.
by ths exercise of a superb courage,
slain the dragon.
Suiting ths Qusstlon.
The damage suit was on, and Bil-
dad's chauffeur was testifying for ths
plaintiff.
"Now, you say," said the pompous
lawyer for the defendant, "that at
this point the two cars, traveling at
the rate of 30 miles an hour, came to-
gether bead on. Then what did you
do?" >
The witness gazed wearily at bis
questioner.
"Why," he said, "I turned to my
wife, wbo was brushing tbs baby's
hair la ths tonneau. and < said that I
thought the dumplings must be dons
by this time—"
"Bang!" Interrupted the judge's
gavel. "Stenographer," mIJ his honorv
"strike that fool answer from the re«
ord."
"And doesn't, the question go with
it. Judge?" asked the witness meekly.
"Sure!" said his honor, forgetting
the dignity of bis calling for the mo-
ment.—Harper's Weekly.
No Use.
Johnnie was out walking with h1a
nurse, who stopped with bim to look
at a funeral on his block. As the cof-
fin was carried down the stoop John-
nie asked, "What Is that?" Nurse ra>
piled. "That's the box Mr. Brown la
In."
When asked that night to say his
prayers be refused to do so. After
much coaxing and questioning hs wag
prevailed upon to tall the reason ai
hU refusal.
" 'Cause God won't bsve time ta4
night !o bear them, ball be too
unpacking Mr. Browa."
Here Is Learned Gendarme
M. Vsuthlsr.Jn ths French Service,
Has Gslnsd Much Fsms ss sn
Archivist
M. Vauthler Is a gendarme attached
to the Olvst brigade In the Ardennes.
He has dons his military service In
Algeria, ssys ths Paris correspondent
of the London Telegraph, and has
been In tbe Republican Guard, and he
got himself appointed to Glvet In or-
der that he might have more opportu-
nity of prosecuting his historical re-
searches In his natlvs district, as that
branch of study hss been rather neg-
lected In the Ardennes.
For M. Vautbier Is no ordinary gen-
darme. He is an enthusiastic archivist
and bis seal and merit have bees duly
recognised, not only by tbe ministry
of public education, but by ths csar,
while hs has been warmly compliment-
ed by several embassies for notes
which he has been abls to furnish to
thsm.
His researches In the Ardennes
have chiefly borne on the periods of
tbe revolution, tbe empire, and tbe
restoration, and, among many other
matters, on the depot of Bngllsh pris-
oners of war established at Glvet by
Napoleon, and on the Russian occu-
pation of that district after 1815.
M. Vautbier will soon hs retiring on
a pension, anjl then he will he able to
devote all his time to his favorite pur
lag?
| Mrs.
VP QBlvWmli.
Mr. Sabbabe—What ea
ms da that tor?
i Mrs. Subbebs—Te save tha
things the trouble of scratching
eut of our gardea.—Sucoessfal
lug.
L-JL
Jsslous.
An editor speaks with unlitiiunilgM
flippancy of the "shyeeiaper foOft.
Them Isn't anjr bwlMlag hagg| J| lfl|
suit. "I hsve," he says, "always bad
s hobby for bunting for documents
though tt is often more tryisg than
hunting for thieves."
Elephants Killed by Itsta
In 1868 three of Hagenbeck's ele-
phants, Just brought from Africa,
were attacked by ratsN which ate
through tbe wooden floor on which
tbey (tbs elephants) stood and gnaw-
ed the animals' feet All three died,
no doubt from fright rather than from
P«ib Mr. Robinson, 1a quoting this
story aa "tbe most dreadful" appar
ently in bis collection of anecdote*
of elephants attacked by puny ene-
mies, ssems to be unaware that tbs
sams thing has happened In England.
Tbe first chronicled instasce, we be
lleve, belongs not to tbe Regent'*
Park Zoological Gsrdsns, but to Clif
ton, snd bas been duly recorded by
Frank Buckland. But there bas been
trouble In tbe London Gardens befor*
now with rats attacking tbe large ani-
mals; tho old hippopotamus Of?
Fawkes was oaa of tha sufferer*.
"Hello!"
"Hello!!"
APPETITE AND
DIGESTION BUSY?
Than you possess ths rtal
sscrst of good hoalth. Guard
it carefully and at tho trot
sign of distress or woahiisi
take
HOSTETTErS
srsasa nrros
health. 8et a botOo. It orii
ffifTtts
[jtove iimW« ellast mm t J
•tlaMlatiac tbe bewvflf. e^es.i
lead Iswerts vtasr to tbe wMs i
ADVICE TO TIE AGED
More Painful to Many.
"The worst of all isms." said tha
lecturer "is pugilism."
I "Pardon me." my friend," rejoined a
man who had Just entered the hall am
crutches, "but I knew a worse aaa
than that"
I "What la It sirr queried tha lam
Rheumatism."
Stories.
I "Rhec
v—Stray
i wared the
RigM
Tha late Bdwarfi Do
fag discussed la Philadelphia,
j "Dowden'a style waa yoaderaaa aafi
somber," said a soaaeteer, "but loCtem
met him la Dahlia, aad his talk, ami
like his writlag, sparkled with
Irish wit
) "I oace told him of my maay
jstforts to swear off. aad of ay re
solve, aoee the leea, ta make
trial,
| " 'Right!* said Professor
/Right r Turn over a aew teat To#
needn't meatioa ta aay oaa tha
bar of the page.'"
Very Plain Critloiem.
Children are aot always grateful bbi
fags, aad they are notably hard to *a>
tertaln. At a birthday party a ktadly
natured adult bad tolled hard la this
effort to amuse the children by meana;
of parlor magic, ventriloquism, bur-
lesque dancing aad the Ilka. Tha
ether adults present were highly'
amused, and some of tbe children
deigned to chuckle mildly. The mother
of the hostess, however, felt that full
Justlcs had not been rendered, so be-
fore announcing refreshments she took
pains to thank the entertainer, and to
call the attention of ths youngsters to
his gifts.
) "Mr. Blank Is very funny, Isn't hst
children?" she concluded.
i From the roar of the room came a
small, ehrill voice:
) "Yessnm, but not so funny as ha
ho thinks he is!"
CLEARED AWAY
Propsr Food Put the Troublee Aunqfe
Our own troubles always seem mora
severe than any others. But when a
man Is unable to eat even a light
breakfast, for years, without severe
distress, he has trouble enough.
i It Is small wonder he likes to telloC
food which cleared away the troublas.
> "I am glad of tbe opportunity to
tell of the good Orapo-Nuts has dona
for mc>" writes a N. H. man. "For
many years I was unable to eat evea
a light breakfast without great suffer^
lng.
) "After eating I would suddenly ba>
seised with an attack of colic and
vomiting. This would be followed by'
besdache and misery that would some-
times last a week or gaore, leaving ma
so weak I could hardly sit up or walk.
I "Since I began to eat Orapo-Nuts tl
have been free from tbe old troublee.
I usually eat Grape-Nuts one or more
times a day, taking It at the beginning
of the meal. Now I can eat almost
anything I want without trouble.
' "When I began to use Grape-Nuta t>
was way under my uaual weight, now tl
weigh SO pounds more than I ever
weighed In my life, and I am glad to
speak of the food that has worked the
change." Name given by Postum Co..,
Battle Creek. Mich. Read the little
booklet, "The Rosd to Wellvllle." la
pkga. "There's a Reason."
Bv*r ml tha abave Mtsrt A eats'
•aa ap Mn from lln* te llai. Thar
a>* c«aaHt«t Uaa, aat feu «t
i
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