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THE SCHULENBURG STICKER, SCHULENBURG, TEXAS
The Adventures of
Kathlyn
HAROLD MAC GRATH
Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture
Production of the Selitf Polyscope Co.
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(Copyright by Harold MacGratb)
CHAPTER XXVI—Continued.
The noise of the chase died away.
Bruce Vas lighting his pipe. The colo-
nel was examining by the firelight a
few emeralds which he had taken from
the basket. Ramabai was pleasantly
gazing at hie wife. Kathlyn and Win-
nie were emerging from the tent, when
a yell greeted their astonished ears.
The camp was surrounded. From one
aide Came Umballa, from the other
came the mutineers. Kathlyn and
Winnie flew to their father's side. In
between came Umballa, with Bruce
and Ramabai and Pundita effectually
separated. Umballa and his men
closed in upon the colonel and his
daughter. Treasure and revenge!
Bruce made a furious effort to Join
Kathlyn, but the numbers against him
were too many. It was all done so
suddenly and dgectually, and all due
to their own carelessness. They had
not fully realised the resourcefulness
and devilish ingenuity of the arch vil-
lain, Umballa, He had caught them
oft their guard and they were again
apparently in his power. What new
form of cruelty were they now to be
subjected to?
"Kitj" said her father, "our only
chance is to refuse to discover to Um-
balla where we have hidden the bas-
ket Winnie, if you open your Jips it
will be death—yourrf, Kit's, mine. To
have been careless like this! O.Kit, on
my honor, if Umballa would undertake
to convey us to the seaport I'd gladly
give him all the treasure and all the
money I have of my own. But we
know him too welL He will torture
us all."
"I have gone through much; I -can
go through more," caimly replied
Kathlyn. "But I shall never wear a
precious stone again, if I live. I abhor
them!"
"I am my father's daughter," said
Winnie.
"Put the howdahs on the two ele-
phants/' Umballa ordered.
The men obeyed clumsily, being fish-
ermen by occupation and mahouts by
compulsion.
Kathlyn tried in vain to see where
they were taking Bruce and the others.
Some day, if she lived, she was going
to devote a whole day to weeping, for
she never had time to in this land. The
thought caused her to smile, despite
her despair. Of adventure and suffer-
ing and hardship she had had more
than her share since coming to this be-
nighted country. If she ever escaped
she would be content to settle down
to the quiet humdrum of ordinary ex-
istence for many months.
When the elephants were properly
saddled with the howdahs Umballa
gave his attention to the prisoners. He
hailed them Jovially. They were old
friends. What could he do for them?
"Conduct us to the seaport," said the
colonel, "and on my word of honor I
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Ramabai Drinka to His White Friends.
will tell you where we have hidden the
treasure."
"Ho!" Jeered Umballa, arms akimbo,
'Td be a fool to put my head into such
• trap. I love you too well. Yet I am
not wholly without heart Tell me
where it lies and I will let you go."
"Cut our throats at once, you beast
for none of us will tell you under any
conditions save those I have named.
Men," the colonel continued, "this man
la an lngrate, a thief and a murderer.
He has promised you much gold for
your part in this. But in the end he
will cheat you and destroy you."
pEJmballa laughed. "They have al-
bad their earnest Soon they
will have more. But talk with them
—plead, urge, promise. No more ques-
tions? Well, then, listen. Reveal to
me the treasure and you may go free.
If you refuse I shall take you back to
Allaha—not publicly, but secretly—
there to inflict what punishments I see
fit"
"I have nothing more to say," re-
plied the colonel.
"No? And thou, white goddess?"
Kathlyn stared over his head, her
face expressionless. It stirred him
more than outspoken contempt would
have done. ,
"And you, pretty one?" Umballa
eyed Winnie speculatively.
Winnie drew closer to her sister, but
that was all.
"So be it Allaha It shall be, with-
out a meddling Ramabai; back to the
gurus who love you so!" He dropped
his banter. "You call me a murderer.
I admit it I have killed the man who
was always throwing his benefits into
my face, who brought me up not as a
companion but as a plaything. He is
dead. I slew him. After the first,
what are two or three more crimes of
this order?' He snapped his fingers.
"I want that treasure, and you will tell
me where it is before I am done with
you. You will tell me on your knees,
gladly! Now, men! There is a long
journey before us."
The colonel, Kathlyn and Winnie
were forced into one howdah, while
Umballa mounted the other. As for
the quasi-mahouts, they were not par-
ticularly happy behind the ears of the
elephants, who, with that keen appre-
ciation of their kind, understood in-
stinctively that they had to do with
novices. But for the promise of gold
that dangled before their eyes, threats
of violent death could not have forced
these men upon the elephants.
They started east, and the jungle
closed in behind them.
As for Umballa, he cared not what
became of the other prisoners.
They 'were being held captive in one
of the village huts. The chief had
pleaded in vain. He was dishonored,
for Ihey had made him break his word
to the white people. So be it. Sooner
or later the glitter of gold would leave
their eyes and they would come to
him and beg for pardon.
Moonlight. The village slept. Two
fishermen sat before the hut confining
the prisoners, on guard. An elephant
squealed in the distance. Out of the
shadow a sleek leopard, then anqther.
The guards jumped to their feet and
scrambled away for dear life to the
nearest hut, crying the alarm. Bruce
opened the door, which had no lock,
and peered forth. It was natural that
the leopards should give their immedi-
ate attention to the two men in flight.
Bruce, realizing what had happened,
called softly to Ramabai and Pundita;
and the three of them stole out into
the night, toward the camp. Bruce did
not expect to find anyone there. What
he wanted was to arm himself and to
examine the boulder.
Meantime, Ahmed returned with the
truant elephant to find nothing but dis-
order and evidences of a struggle. A
tent was overturned, the long grass
trampled, and the colonel's sola-topee
hat lay crumpled near Kathlyn's tent
"Ai, ai!" he wailed. But being a
philosopher, his wailing was of short
duration. He ran to the bo.ulder and
examined it carefully. It had not been
touched. That was well. At least that
meant that his sahib and memsahib
lived. Treasure! He spat out a curse
. . . and threw his rifle to his shoulder.
But his rage turned to joy as he dis-
covered who the arrivals were.
"Bruce Sahib!"
"Yes, Ahmed. Umballa got the best
of us. We were tricked by the truant
elephant He has 'taken Kathlyn back
to Allaha."
"And so shall we return!"
Ahmed called to his weary men.
His idea was to fill the elephant saddle
bags with the gold and stones, leave
it in trust with Bala Khan, who should
in truth this time take his tulwar down
from the wall. He divided his men, one
company to guard and the other to
labor. It took half an hour to push
back the boulder and dig up the bas-
ket. After this was done Bruce and
Ramabai and Ahmed the indefatigable
carried the gold and precious stones
to the especially made saddlebags. All
told, it took fully an hour to complete
the work.
With water and food, and well
armed, they began the journey back
to Allaha, a formidable cortege and
in no tender mood. They proceeded in
forced marches, snatching what sleep
they could during the preparation of
the meals.
Many a time the impulse came to
Bruce to pluck the shining metal and
sparkling stones from the saddlebags
and toss them out into the jungle, to
be lost till the crack of doom. There
were also moments when he felt noth-
ing but hatred toward the father of the
girl he loved. For these trinkets Kath-
lyn had gone through tortures as
frightful almost as those in the days
of the inquisition. Upon one thing he
and Ahmed had agreed, despite Rama-
bai's wild protest, they would leave
the treasure with Bala Khan and follow
his army to the walls of Allaha. If
haria befell any of their loved ones
noc one stone should remain upon an-
other. And Bruce declared that he
would seek Umballa to "the ends of the
earth for the infinite pleasure of ta-
king his black throat in his two hands
and squeezing the life out of it.
Eventually and without mishap they
came to the walled city of the desert,
Bala Khan's stronghold. Bala Khan of
necessity was always ready, always
prepared. Before night of the day of
their arrival an army was gathered
within the city, fierce eyed, lean
loined men who asked nothing better
than to go to paradise, where they had
but to select what houri they would
and be happy eternally. .For Bala
Khan's army was wholly Mohamme-
dan; and so long since was it they had
fought that they romped' toward Al-
laha with the spirit and effervescence
of puppies.
Ramabai sat in his howdah, sad
and dispirited. He himself had al-
ways been an honorable man, had
never acted treacherously to any, had
been a banker but never a usurer. In
his heart he knew that he still held
the love of his people; but they dwelt
in the shadow of superstition.
"Bala Khan, we have been friends,
and my father was your good friend."
"It is true."
"Will you do a favor for the son?"
"Yes, if the Colonel Sahib and his
daughter live. If they are dead, woe
to your people,' son of my frienfl! I
have given my word to the memsahib.
I have made a threat before my men
and must fulfil it if I would hold them
hereafter. If the Colonel Sahib and
his daughter live, ask. what you will."
Ramabai bowed.
"I will set my camp five miles be-
yond your walls and' wait. When I
see the memsahib I will salaam, turn
right about face and go home. Now,
to you, Bruce Sahib: Leave not your
treasure within my walls when I shall
be absent, for I cannot guarantee pro-
tection. Leave it where it is and bring
it with you. Save myself, no one of
my men knows what your saddlebags
contain. Let us proceed upon our
junket—or our war!"
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Umballa reached the ancient gate of
Allaha at the same time Bruce stopped
before the walls of Bala Khan's city.
He pulled the curtains of the howdahs
and threatened death if they called out.
From time to time he gave directions
to the weary men astride the ele-
phant's neck. The thought of gold was
not as tempting as it had been. There
was fear in his heart. This false holy
one was or had been the most power-
ful man in all Allaha. Here he would
be among friends. £nd the man who
had but recently been a peaceful fish-
erman felt intermittent hot flashes
about his throat.
Umballa had no intention whatever
of making his presence known in Alla-
ha. He determined to wring the se-
cret from either the colonel or his
daughter, return for the treasure and
depart for Egypt down the Persian
gulf. He could have tortured his cap-
tives on the way, but he was oriental;
he wanted to feel all the luxuries he
had formerly known, to enjoy himself
physically as well as mentally. He
missed the exhilaration of his king's
peg.
He made a wide detour and came
out at the rear of his house. No one
was in sight. He dismounted and en-
tered, found three or four of his whil-
om slaves, who, when he revealed his
identity, felt the old terror and fear
of the man. His prisoners were brought
in. A slave took the elephants to the
stables. He wanted to run away and
declare Umballa's presence, but fear
was too strong.
Ironically Umballa bade the fisher-
men to enter, to eat and drink what
they liked. Later he found them in a
drunken stupor in the kitchen. That
was where they belonged.
Umballa cast his prisoners into the
secret chamber. Then he gave himself
up to the luxury of a bath, had his
hair and beard combed, his body
anointed with perfumes, and put on his
finest raiment. Then he drank his peg.
As for his prisoners, he did not visit
them again that day nor yet that
night. The initial torture of suspense
was always excellent. One thing an-
noyed him, however—not a murmur
from these calm-eyed white people
who were about to face death. He
raged against this lack of feeling, for
it robbed him of half his pleasure. He
liked his victims to whine and cringe
and beg for mercy.
Like many rich Asiatics, Umballa
had his own menagerie. He had in-
herited it along with the demi-palace
when the king's sister died, several
years before. There existed what was
called the Court of Death. There were
four sides to this court, and in the
center of each side were bars, and be-
hind these bars tigers or leopards or
lions or wild boar—whatever pleased
the owner's fancy. Many a royal bat-
tle had been waged in this court, some-
times between tigers, or a tiger and a
lion, a leopard and a boar.
Umballa, after his bath, asked if the
old boar was still alive. The heaven-
born was told that the animal had died
in the cage a few days ago. Umballa
shrugged. He had had in mind a fight
between the boar and a leopard, to
start his circulation, as it were.
He ordered his prisoners to be
brought into the Court of Death and
left there. Meditation was excellent
for the end. A parapet ran round the
court, and from there Umballa could
see everything feelow. His victims en-
tered the court without struggling.
They merely stood closely together in
the center.
"You see?" said Umballa. "Now,
where have you hidden the treaaure?"
Kathlyn walked over to one of the
cages and peered into it. A sleek
tiger trotted up to the bare and purred
and invited her to scratch his head.
She did not accept the invitation, how-
ever, knowing the species tolerably
well. Usually these courts of death
had solid steel doors which could be
drawn up or lowered at will. The ani-
mal dens were more like cages.
With no little curiosity she noted a
singular arrangement of the three cen-
tral bars. The removal of these three
bars left an opening sufficiently wide
for the egress of the largest tiger or
lion.
"I am not answered," said Umballa.
A click resounded from the four
sides, and a bar disappeared from each
of the cages.
"That will be all for the present,"
said Umballa. "Food and water you
will not require. Tomorrow morning
another bar will be removed."
And he left them.
Overhead the blue sky was growing
bluer and the shadows in the Court of
Death a deeper black.
Early the next morning the town
began to seethe in the squares. Bala
Khan's army lay encamped outside the
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Umballa in the Treadmill.
city! Those who possessed treasures
dug pits for them in the cellars of
their houses. Within the great temple
there was % flutter among the robed
ones. What could they do? They
knew not where the white goddess
was, nor Umballa. They dispatched a
peace messenger to the camp, but the
messenger was sent back before he
had passed the outposts.
When Bruce, Ramabai, Pundita, and
Ahmed halted their elephants before
the temple they were greeted by the
now terrified priests who begged to be
informed what Bala Khan proposed to.
"Deliver to us the memsahib."
The priests swore by all their gods
that they knew nothing of her.
^He speaks the truth," volunteered
Ramabai, as the chief priest fell be-
fore one of his gods. "Umballa has
doubtless entered secretly."
"What would you advise? For God's
sake, think of something, Ramabai!
He may be .torturing them!"
"Let us enter the temple," said Ra-
mabai. "Ahmed, bring the treasure
and leave it in the care of the priests."
A few moments later Ramabai ad-
dressed the assemblage. "Bala Khan
is hostile, but only for the "sake of his
friends. He lays down this law, how-
ever—obey it or disobey it: The Colo-
nel Sahib and his daughters are to go
free, to do what they please with the
treasure. Pundita, according to the
will of the late king, shall be crowned.
Obey or disobey. I warn you that
these are not my dictates, but Bala
Khan's.1'
"Peace, peace!" The cry rose from
all directions, even from the priests
themselves.
The high priest held up his hand for
silence. "We obey, on one condition—
that the new queen shall in no manner
interfere with her old religion nor at-
tempt to force her new religion into
the temple."
To this Pundita agreed.
"Ramabai, soldiers! To the house
of Umballa! We shall find them
there!" cried Ahmed.
Umballa squatted upon his cushions
on the terrace. The second bar bad
been removed. The beast3 were press-
ing their wet muzzles to the openings
and growling deep challenges.
"Once more, and for the last time,
will you reveal the hiding place of the
treasure?"
Not a word from the prisoners. If
they told or did not tell it would have
made no difference with the man
above. He was drunk.
"The third bar!"
But it did not stir.
"The third bar; remove it!"
The slave who had charge of the
mechanism which operated the bars
refused to act. Perhaps his refusal
saved the lives of the colonel and his
daughters. The bastinado was or-
dered for the poor, disobedient wretch.
Then he was thrown out into the
street.
And there Bruce found him and
learned what was toward.
The events which followed were of
breathless rapidity. Ramabai and Um-
balla met upon the parapet in a strug-
gle which promised death or the tread-
mill to the weaker. At the same time
Bruce opened the door to the Court
of Death as the final bar dropped In
the cage. At the sight of him the
colonel and his daughters rushed to
the door. Roughly he hurled them
outside, slamming the iron door, upon
which the infuriated tigers flung them-
selves.
A week later, Kathlyn, Winnie, their
father and Bruce, accompanied by the
faithful Ahmed, reached the coast and
set sail for their beloved California.
The parting with Ramabai and Pun-
dita, the real queen of Allaha, who at
last had come into her own, was a sad
one. Kathlyn and her friends had
come to respect the devotion and loy-
alty of this couple who had shaded
with them so many trials and hard-
ships.
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The young newspaper man to whom
Winnie was engaged and the grizzled
Ahmed sat on the steps of the bun-
galow in California one pleasant after-
noon. The pipe was cold in the hand
of the reporter and Ahmed's cigar was
dead, which always happens when one
recounts an exciting tale and another
listens. Among the flower beds be-
yond two young women wandered,
followed^ by a young man in pongee, a
Panama set carelessly upon his Jiand-
some head, his face brown, his build
slender but round and muscular.
"And that, sahib, is the story."
sighed Ahmed."
"And Kathlyn gave the treasures
to the poor of Allaha? That was fine."
"You have said."
"They should have hanged this Um-
balla."
"No, sahib. Death is grateful. It Is
not a punishment; it is peace. But
Durga Ram, called Umballa, will spend
the remainder of his days in the tread-
mill, which is a concrete hell, not ab-
stract. Always round his ankles there
will be iron, the galls of the night-
chains. Always his wrists shall be
bruised and torn; for sometimes he
will lose his step and hang by his
wrists. So much for ingratitude; so
much for the blindness of revenge."
"Do you think England will ever
step in?"
"Perhaps. But so long as Pundita
rules justly, so long as her consort
abets her. England will not move. Per-
haps, if one of them dies. . . .
There! the maids are calling you. And
I will go and brew the Colonel Sahi^"
tea."
THE END.
GO THROUGH HARDEST ROCK
No Substance on Earth Can Resist the
Action of Prepared Steel
Wires.
Stone is still vsawn by hand, even
in great cities where the latest appli1
ances of the mechanical art are to be
found. Yet the mechanical sawing of
rock is at least sixteen centuries old,
and in r^feent years has reached a
stage of perfection.
The idea of using a metal cord and
a mixture of sand and water for saw-
ing stone was patented by Eugene
Chevallier in France in 1854. His ap-
paratus, with scarcely ary change,
was used last year in cutting a trench
through the Pout Neuf in Paris.-
The principle upon which the me-
chanical stone-saw works is described
by Victor Raynourd in La Science et
la Vie as follows: <
An endless rope composed of three
steel wires twisted together is set in
movement and draws with it a grind-
ing granular substance, pressing this
hard upon the stone that is to be
sawn. The mordant substance is grit
mixed with water. The stream of wa-
ter renders the movement easy and
prevents the heating of the cable. The
ends of the cable are joined by splic-
ing.
The hardest rocks, such as porphyry,
are now sawn more easily than the
softer, such as marble, but not so rap-
idly. Marble is sawn at the rate of
nearly nine inches an hour, granite at
from six to seven inchps an hour.
WHEN JENNIE LIND SALUTED
Beautiful Tribute Which the Great
Singer Once Paid to Our Na-
tional Flag.
There is a pretty story told of the
honor Jennie Lind once paid to the
American flag. It was when she. was
in New York, more than 60 years ago.
The frigate St. Lawrence bad Just re-
turned from a cruise, and the midship-
men went to hear the Swedish night-
ingale sing at Castle Garden theatey,
and the next day they called on her
in a body. Their enthusiasm and her
graciousness soon brought about a
visit to the ship and the acceptance
of a luncheon tendered her. When
she was about to leave the ship she
looked up at the stars and stripes and
said:
"I wish to salute your flag."
So, standing on the gangway, she
sang "The Star-Spangled Banner." Si-
lently from all over the ship men
gathered with uncovered heads, until
the ship's family was all assembled
on deck. Nor were they her only au-
dience, for borne upon the still air
her song had been heard by many
other vessels near by, and when the
wondrous voice ceased steamers blew
their whistles and exultant cheers
rose from all sides, filling the harbor
with their tribute of applause for the
beloved artist and of loyal reverence
for the flag she had so beautifully sa-
luted.—Rehoboth Sunday Herald.
Made in Cambridge.
"Messalina, why is a poor baseball
player like one who picketh rosebuds?"
"I know it not, dear Sappho."
"Because he goeth from bush to
bush."—Harvard Lampoon.
Prague supplies coal either free ot
at reduced prices to the poor.
Straighten Up! Don't Lose a Day's Work! Clean Your Sluggish
Liver and Bowels With "Dodson' s Liver Tone."
Ugh! Calomel makes you sick. Take
a dose of the vile, dangerous drug to-
night and tomorrow you may lose a
day's work.
Calomel is mercury or quicksilver
which causes necrosis of the bones.
Calomel, when it comes into contact
with sour bile crashes into It, break-
ing it up. This is when you feel that
awful nausea and cramping. If you
feel sluggish and "all knocked out," if
your liver is torpid and bowels consti-
pated or you have headache, dizziness,
coated tongue, if breath is bad or
stomach sour, just try a spoonful of
harmless Dodson's Liver Tone.
Here's my guarantee—Go to any
drug store or dealer and get a 50-cent
bottle of Dodson's Liver Tone. Take
a spoonful tonight and if it doesn't
straighten you right up atid^ make yon
feel fine and vigorous by morning I
want you to go back to the store and
get your money. Dodson's Liver Tone
is destroying the sale of calomel be-
cause it is real liver medicine; entire-
ly vegetable, therefore it cannot sali-
vate or make you sick.
I guarantee that one spoonful of
Dodson's Liver Tone will put your
sluggish liver to work and clean your
bowels of that sour bile and consti-
pated waste which is clogging your
system and making you feel miserable.
I guarantee that a bottle of Dodson's
Liver Tone will keep your entire fam-
ily feeling fine for months. Give It to
your children. It is harmless; doesn't
gripe and they like its pleasant taste.
Wa
HORSE SALE DISTEMPER
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"SPOHN'S" is your true protection, your only safeguard, for
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be rid of the disease. It acts as a sure preventive no mat-
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and 910 dozen bottles, at all good druggists, horse .goods
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BREAKING THE NEWS GENTLY
Liverpool Man Exceedingly Careful
That He Should Not Shock the
Nerves of His Friend.
In Liverpool there is a man, writes
a contributor to Pearson's Weekly,
who is famous for his calmness on
every occasion. One day he strolled
leisurely into the office of a friend.
"I've just had a chat with your
wife," hd began.
"Why, I didn't know she was in
town."
"Oh, she wasn't in town," replied
the other. "I called at your house."
"I didn't know she was receiving to-
day," said the husband, with some sur-
prise. "I thought she had a head-
ache."
"She didn't mention it to me," said
the calm man. "There was quite a
crowd at the house."
"A crowd!" echoed the husband.
"Yes," went on the calm man. "They
came with the fire engine."
"The fire engine!" gasped the hus-
band.
"Oh, it's all right," went on the calm
man. "It's all out now. It wasn't
much of a fire, but I thought you'd
like to know of it."
All Promised.
He—Can't you spare me a kiss?
She—You'll have to ask Fred; I've
promised them all to him.
It's all right to put your best foot
forward, but let the other one catch
up with it.
Preventing Premature Burials.
The fear of being buried alive al-
ways has been, and is, so widespread
that the French Academy of Science
some years ago offered a prize equal
to $7,500 for the discovery of some
means by which even the inexperi-
enced might at once determine wheth-
er, in a given case, death had ensued
or not A physician obtained the
prize. He had observed the following
well-known signs: If the hand of the
suspected dead person is held towards
a candle or other artificial light, with
the fingers extended and one touching
the other, and one looks through the
spaces between the fingers towards
the light, there appears a scarlet red
color where the fingers touch each
other, due to the blood still circulat-
ing; it shows itself through the tis-
sues which have not yet congested.
When life is entirely extinct, the phe-
nomenon of scarlet spaces between
the fingers at once ceases. The most
extensive and thorough trials estab-
lished the truth of his observation.
Method in His Madness.
"Do you realize that your long ser-
mons are rather tiresome?" asked the
young parson who was new at the
game.
"I do," replied the wise parson, who
was beginning to carry weight for age.
"That is why my congregation gives
me such long vacations."
Congratulations.
"Congratulate me; I'm married."
'Sure—and congratulate me; • I'm
single."
The Empty Bowl
Tells the Story
The highest compliment you can pay a housewife
is to eat heartily of the food that she places before you.
It proves the merit of her cooking.
Thousands every morning receive complete satis-
faction, and enjoy to the last flake their bowl of
Post Toasties
These daily compliments encouraged the con-
tinued bettering of these Superior Corn Flakes. The
result was an improved Post Toasties—-crisper and
better than ever.
Only the inner sweet meats of choicest Indian
Corn are used in making Post Toasties. These meaty
bits of nourishment are cooked, rolled wafer thin,
seasoned "just right" and toasted to an appetizing
golden-brown.
The flakes come to you in dust-proof, germ-proof
wax wrappers ready to serve direct from the package—
crisp, fresh and delicious as when they leave the big
ovens.
Post Toasties
-t-the Superior Corn Flakes
mm
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