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SERIAL
STORY
LANGFORD
of the
THREE
BARSg)
ny
KATE AND VIRGIL D. BOYLES
3
(t'opyrigut by A. c- Uc^lurtf 6i Co., 1V07.)
SYNOPSIS.
Cat t lft thieves despoiling; ranches of
South Dakota. George Williston, small
ranchman, runs into rendezvous of
thieves oil island In Missouri river. They
have stolen cattle from Three Bar ranch,
I.ansford visits Williston and his daugh-
ter and Williston reports what he has
seen to Larvgford, who determines to rid
country of thieves. Jesse Black heads nut-
laws. Langford falls In love with Willis-
ton's daughter, but does not tell her so.
Louise Dale, court stenographer, and
niece of Judge Dale, visits Kemah at re-
quest of county attorney, Gordon, to take
testimony in preliminary hearing: Gordon
falls in love with her. After preliminary
examination Wllliston's home Is attacked
and defended by his daughter and hiin-
eelf. Outlaws fire building just as I.ang-
ford and his cowboys arrive. Outlaws
carry off Williston hut Langford rescues
the daughter. Without Williston evidence
against Black is meager, and case seems
to be going against the state, Gordon
takes « night rift) and finds Williston,
who has escaped from captors. The
courthouse at Kemah burns at night.
Williston holds a tea party in his room
following court house tire, and Mary Wil-
liston and Louise Dale attend. Court con-
venes in the church, and Williston's tes-
timony is introduced by Gordon.
CHAPTER XIX.-
It was a straight story, and appar-
ently damaging for the prosecution. It
•corroborated the attestations of other
witnesses—many others. It had a
plausible ring to it. Two bills of sale
radiated atmospheric legality. If there
had been dirty work it must have orig-
in ted with that renegade half-breed,
Yellow Wolf. And Yellow Wolf was
dead. He had died while serving a
term in the penitentiary for cattle
rustling. Uncle Sam himself had set
the seal upon him—and now he was
•dead. This insinuated charge he
could not answer. The finality of it
seemed to set its stamp upon the peo-
ple gathered there—upon the 12 good
men and true, as well as upon others.
Yellow Wolf was dead. George Wil-
liston was dead. Their secrets had
died with them. An inscrutable fate
had lowered the veil. Who could
pierce it? One might believe, but who
Could know? And the law required
knowledge.
"We will call Charlie Nightbird,"
said Small, complacently.
There was a little waiting silence—
a breathless, palpitating silence.
"is Charlie ."^'Ightbird present?"
asked Small, casting rather anxious
eyes over the packed, intent faces.
■Charlie Nightbird was not. present. At
least he made no sign of coming for-
ward. The face of the young counsel
for the state was immobile during the
brief time they waited for Charlie
Nightbird—whose dark, frozen face
at. that moment turned toward the
•cold, sparkling sky, and who would
never come, not if they waited for
him till the last dread trump of the
last dread day.
There was some mistake. Counsel
had been misinformed. Nightbird
was an important witness. He had
been reported present. Never mind.
He was probably unavoidably detained
hy the storm. They would call Jesse
Big Cloud and others to corroborate
the defendant's statements — which
they did, and the story was sustained
in all its parts, major and minor. Then
the defense rested.
Richard Gordon arose from his
chair. His face was white. His lean
jaws were set. His eyes were steel.
He was anything but a lover now, this
man Gordon. Yet the slim little court
reporter with dark circles of home-
sickness under her eyes had never
loved him half so well as at this mo-
ment. His voice was clear and de-
liberate.
"Your honor, I ask permission of
the court to call a witness in direct
testimony. I assure your honor that
the state had used all efforts in its
power to obtain the presence of this
witness before resting its case, but
had failed and believed Ht the time
that he could not be produced. The
witness is now here and I consider
his testimony of the utmost Impor-
tance in this case."
Counsel for the defendant objected
strenuously, but the court granted the
petition. He wanted to hear every-
thing that might throw some light on
the dark places in the evidence.
"I call Mr. George Williston," said
Gordon.
Had the strain crazed him? Louise
covered her eyes with her hands.
Men sat Is if dazed. And thus, the
cynosure of all eyes—stupefied eyes—
Williston of the ravaged Lazy S, thin
and worn but calm, natural and schol-
arly-looking as of old—walked from
the little ante-room at the side Into
the light and knowledge of men once
more and raised his hand for the oath.
Not until this was taken and he had
sat quietly down in the witness chair
did the tension snap, 1?" #n then men
found it difficult to f
tion on the enormo'
new witness must
that a few ir.omenu
iBttled.
,s their atten-
dlfference this
;e In the case
before seemed
Mary sat with shining eye3 In the
front row of wooden chairs. It was
no wonder sl'.e had laughed and been
so gay all the dreary yesterday and
all the worse to-day. Louise shot her
a look of pure gladness.
Small's face was ludicrous in its
drop-jawed astonishment. The little
lawyer's face was a study. A look of
defiance had crept into the defend-
ant's countenance.
The preliminary questions were
asked and answered.
"Mr. Williston, you may state where
you were and what, you saw on the
14th day of July last."
Williston, the unfortunate gentle-
man and scholar, the vanquished cow-
man, for a brief while the most Im-
portant, man in the county, perhaps,
was about to uncover to men's under-
standing the dark secret hitherto ob-
scured by a cloud of supposition and
hearsay. He told the story of his
visit to the Island, and he told it well.
It was enough. Gordon asked no furth-
er questions regarding that event.
"And now, Mr. Williston, you may
tell what, happened to you on the
night of the 80th of last August?"
Williston began to tell the story of
the night attack upon the Lazy S,
when the galvanic Small jumped to
his feet. The little lawyer touched
him with a light hand.
"Your honor," he said, smoothly, "I
object to that as incompetent, irrele-
vant and immaterial, and not binding
on the defendant."
"Your honor," interrupted Gordon,
with great calmness, "we intend to
show you before we get through that
this testimony is competent, and that
it is binding upon the defendant."
"Was the defendant there?"
"The defendant was there."
The objection was overruled.
So Williston told briefly but to the
point the story of the night attack
upon his his home, of the defence by
himself and daughter, and of the
burning of his house and sheds. Then
he proceeded:
"Suddenly, some one caught me
from behind, my arms were pinioned
to my sides, something was clapped
over my mouth. 1 was flung over a
horse and strapped to the saddle all
in less time that it takes to tell it.,
and was borne away in company with
the man who had overpowered me."
He paused a moment, in his recital.
Faces strained with expectancy de-
voured him—his every look and word
and action. Mary was very pale, car-
ried thus back to the dread realities
of that night in August., and shud-
dered, remembering that ghastly gal-
loping. Langford could scarce re-
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some distance "ip the ■ sides of th«
hills. In the midst of this under-
brush—a most excellent screen—was
a tiny cabin. In this tiny cabin I
have lived, a closely watched prisoner,
from that day until I escaped."
The defendant stirred a little uneaS'
ily. Was he thinking of Nightbird
with the dark, frozen face—who had
not answered to his call?
"Itlack left me soon after. Ho did
not unbind me, rather bound me the
tighter. There was no one then to
watch me. He deigned to inform me
that he had found it rather inconven-
ient to kill me after the relief party
rode up, as then there was no abso-
lute surety of his making a clean get-
away] and being caught in the act
would be bound to be unpleasant, very
unpleasant just then, so he had alter-
ed his plans a little—for the present,
He gave me no hint either that time,
nor either of the two times 1 saw him
subsequently, as to what was to be his
ultimate disposal of me. 1 could only
suppose that after this trial was well
over in bin favor, and fear of Indict
ment for arson and murder had blown
over—if blow over It did—he would
then quietly put an end to me. Dead
men tell no tales. The shanty In the
gulch did not seem to be much of a
rendezvous for secret meetings. 1 led
a lonely existence. My jailers were
mostly half-breeds—usually Charlie
Nightbird. Two or three times Jake
Sanderson was my guard."
Then from the doorway came a
loud, clear, resonant voice, a joyful
voice, a voice whose tones fairly oozed
rapture.
"Helllty damn! The Three Bars 's
gettin' busy, Mouse hair!"
Judge Dale started. He glared
angrily in that direction.
"Remove that man!" he ordered,
curtly. He liked Jim, but, he could
not brook this crying contempt of
court. Jim was removed. He went
quietly, but shaking his head reproach-
fully.
"I never would 'a' thought it o' th>
jedge," he murmured, disconsolately.
"I never would 'a' thought it."
There was a movement in the back
of the room. A man was making his
way out, slipping along, cat-like, try-
ing to evade attention. Quietly Gor
don motioned to the sheriff and
slipped a paper into his hand.
"Look sharp," he whispered, his
steady eyes on the shifty ones of the
sheriff. "If you let him get away, just
remember the handwriting on , the
wall. It's our turn now."
Presently there was a slight scuffle
by the door and two men quietly left
the improvised court-room.
"Day before yesterday, in the after-
noon," continued Williston, "I man-
aged to knock Nightbird down at the
threshold as he was about to enter. 1
had secretly worked a cross-beam
from the low, unfinished ceiling. There
was nothing else in the room I might
use for a weapon. They were very
careful. I think I killed him, your
honor and gentlemen of the jury. I
am not sorry. There was no other
way. But I would rather it had been
the maker, not the tool. By the time
I had made my way back to the Lazy
8 I was too exhausted to go further;
so I crawled over to my neighbors,
the Whites, and Mother White made
me a shake-down. I lay there, nearly
dead, uin.. this morning."
He leaned back wearily.
Black stood up. He was not lank
nor lazy now, nor shuffling. His body
was drawn to its full height. In the
instant before the spring, Mary, who
was sitting close to the attorneys'
table, met his glance squarely. She
read there what he was about to do.
Only a moment their eyes held each
other's but it was time enough for a
swift message of understanding, of
utter dislike, and of a determined will
to defeat the man's purpose, to pass
from the accusing brown eyes to the
cruel ones of the defendant.
Quick as a flash Black seized the
chair upon which he had been sitting,
sprang clear of the table and his law-
yers, and landed close to Mary's side.
With his chair as a weapon, he meant
to force his way to the nearest win-
dow. Mary's dilated. Unhesitatingly
she seized the half-emptied glass on
the table and dashed the contents full
into the prisoner's face. Blinded, he
halted a moment in his mad rush.
Mary's quick maneuver made Lang-
ford's opportunity. He grappled with
Black. The crowd went mad with ex-
citement.
The prisoner still retained his chair.
When Langl'ord grappled with him, he
attempted to bring It down upon the"
fair head Of his antagonist. Mary
gasped with dread, but Langford
grasped the chair with one muscular
hand, wrested it from the desperado's
hold and threw It to the floor. The
two men locked In a close embrace.
Langford's great strength was more
than sufficient to hold the outlaw until
the dazed officers could do their duty
—had he been let alone; but tw6 men,
who had been standing near the door
when the prisoner made his unex-
pected leap for liberty, had succeeded
In worming their way through the ex-
cited crowd, and now suddenly threw
themselves upon the ranchman, drag-
ging him back.
"Stand aside or I'll shoot!"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Where the Shoe Pinched.
"If they don't quit making that
child cry," sighed the flat dweller as
his sobs echoed pitifully through the
court, "I am going to apply to the
board of health and have popped.
Thei\ . a limit to everyth|fc^|,J^'hy
the board of health?" asked^HM^nd.
"I should think you wow apffr to
the Society for the Prevention of
Cruelty to Chi'.dren." "I am
thinking so much of him," ac
edged the flat dweller contritely,
am of my own health. His "instant
sobbing Is getting on atf nerves so
that I can't sleap." YV
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Williston of the Ravaged Lazy S.
strain himself. He wanted to rip out
a blood-curdling Sioux war-whoop on
the spot.
"Who was this man, Mr. Williston?"
asked Gordon.
"Jesse Black."
Small was on his feet again, gesticu-
lating wildly.
"1 object! This is all a fabrication,
put in here to prejudice the minds of
the jury against this defendant.. It is
a pack of lies, and I move that it be
stricken from the record."
The little lawyer bowed his head to
the storm and shrugged up his shoul-
ders. Perhaps he wished that he, or
his associates—one of the unholy al-
liance at leasts-was where the wicked
cease from troubling, on the far-away
islands of the deep seas, possibly, or
home on the arm. But his expression
told nothing.
"Gentlemen! gentlemen!" expostu-
lated Judge Dale. "Gentlemen! 1 in-
sist. This is all out of order." Only
one gentleman was out of order, but
that was the Judge's way. Gordon had
remained provokingly cool under the
tirade.
Again the soft touch. Small fell
into his chair. He poured himself a
glass of water from the pitcher stand-
ing on the attorneys' table and drank
a little of It nervously.
"1 move," said the little lawyer,
"that all this touching upon the per-
sonal matter of this witness and hav-
ing to do with his private quarrels be
stricken out of the evidence as not
bearing on the case i-n question."
All in vain. The judge ruled that it
did bear on the case, and Williston
picked iv the thread of his story.
"We rode and rode hard—It must
have been hours; daylight was coming
before we stopped. Our horses %ere
spent. I had no idea where we were.
From the formation of the land, I
judged we Were not far from the river.
We were surrounded by bluffs. I can
hardly make you see how clearly this
little retreat had been planned. It
was in a valley—one of a hundred
similar in all essential respects. The
gulch at the bottom of the valley was
heavily wooded with scrub-oak, Cot-
tonwood, woodbine and plum trees,
and this tangle of foliage extended for
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Farmers Educational
—AND —
Co-Operative Union
Of America
Meaning of Co oporation.
Correct C./atem of Markc-Meg.
The Farmers' Union seeks to teacn
the farmers the o<- of »perativv-
ly markc ing the products of their
farms and the benefits Of cooperative
] marketing over ihat of competitive
i marketing or street peddling.
i While it i true we have taught, out
j .selves ihat competitive marketing watt
I proper and right, and have been taught
j this by our commercial friends, yet
( while we were competi.ively market-
At the signing of the Declaration of i u;j, 0iU. furni products, our commercial
Independence, in 1776, one of the mem- frk nds wm, practlelng cooperative
tiers of the Continental Congress ox
marketing of their goods.
claimed, 'Wo must all hang togotaei. i hav ing learned that were they
\ ea, said another menibet, or vv.: t,, force their goods upon the world's
will all hang sapataieiy. I markets (as the farmer has Ills prod*
This truth so forcibly stated is ap
j ucts), having no'tcgnrd for the world's
piicfcble to the members of the .rni-,^ ,10|. ,h(1 rt|.|ig offe|.orti Bt)Ulng
ers' Union today. I have stated time ; u||y M pr|,.0 ,uul wilhlu Bhout
and again, and I challenge eontrad.c-j (h|.(>|( uU ()f (j)o
tion, that nothing can withstand the
onward march of the Fanners' Union
us an order so long as it presents a
united front to the outside world.
So long as we "hang together"
the order is invincible. But when-
ever bickering, and strife, and dis
senta.ions, divide and disintegate the
membership, then shall we assuredly
'"all hang separately."
But what Is the i-seaning of the word
"cooperation?" To "operate" means
to act, to work, to exert power,
strength, and to "cooperate" means to
work jointly with others, to "pull to-
gether" to accomplish definite re u'ts.
It is a simple matter Just to blend
our energies with those of our neigh-
bors. It is making a single human
sary for the world 10 consume in
twelve, would work havoc to their bus-
iness, The world would take advan-
tage of such foolish marketing and
bid prices down to such a low point
that there would lie no profit left for
them, and tV«y would tie forced to
quit the business.
But the farmer will force upon the
market, wiihln about three months, a
crop that it takes himself and family
twelve month#, to make and gather
and the world almost twelve months to
consume, having no regard lor the
world's demands nor the prices offer-
ed.
He goes to market single handed,
| does not belong to any business or-
I ganization, does not know what the
machine out of many individual brains j
We need not and ougut.
and band
not to lose, our individuality, but our
aims and the objects we wish to ac-
complish must be in common with
those of our neighbors, it may spring
from the most selfish motives, or from
perfect altruism, but whatever be the
motives that inspires it, cooperation
multiplies individual effort and pro-
duces results, far beyond what could j
be accomplished through the same
individuals acting separately or inde-
pendently, and not in harmony.
This is emphatically an age of or-
ganization. The church is organized;
merchants are or; anl.zod, hauliers are
organized--and why not tin f irnr»rs?
Jt is right to organize, for legitimate
purposes, so lo! • as no effort is made
to trample upon the rights of others.
But v.in n organized greed tries to still-,
competition and to crush out the other •
fellow there is where the harm conies j
in. I!u organization lias it; prop
er uses, and the farmers ought to
avail themselves of It.
Organization is a community of in-1
terest; it Is a machine made out. of j
indiviiuals; it s another name for
cooperation. The founders of the j
Farmers' Union Uuikled wisely i
when they added the word "coopera-
tive'' to its name,
But what is to be gained by the
farmers cooperating through the
Farmers' Union? Let us see.
1. To a certain extent they can con-
trol the prices of their products. They
may not do it in one year, or two
years, but in time they will succeed,
provided they act wisely and will pull
together and stick together. It is said
that farmers will not stick together.
Now is the golden opportunity to prove
the contrary. Diversify your crops
do as regards the pricing and selling
of farm products, he has no system,
no plans, no concept ton of scientific
business methods, but pours bis prod-
ucts in a single handed way upon the
organized speculative world, vainly
hoping that the organized speculator
■will pay hint sufficient prices that, will
give him something lo <>\lst upon while
making another crop for the c organ
Ized speculators to gamble oil No
class of business could market lit Hitch
a slipshod manner and even ovist.
But the old fanner living mvt to
nature can allow himself to he sleeked
out of his year's work and (be next
year nature comes to his relief again.
Quite different with lie- commercial
world. Kv e|i t he manufacturer
| would not think of market ing his goods
in such a reckless competitive way.
Come, let's look into the system of
marketing as in use by the nianul'ac
I luring and commercial world:
First, the manufacturer, instead of
I throwing Ills good* upon a depressed
'market in a reckless, slipshod, com-
jpetitivo manner, places them In a
j warehouse, preparing to hold for a
price that will give him a profit, and
I knowing as he does that the only way
by which he can hope to get there
prices is by cooperating with every
other manufacturer, therefore he be-
comes'a member of the Manufactur-
ing Association, and through this as-
sociation they are able to place a mill
imurti price on the goods, and with the
goods properly warehoused they are
able to force the consuming world to
pay them their price; and Hie jobber
or wholesaler are forced to pay them
their price, and they In turn, having
had no voice in pricng the goods when
th v bought them, are forced lo price
and live at home so that you will be | their goods as such prices as will give
independent, and then stand together | them a profit; hence they can not af-
for fair prices. ! ford to rush into the world's markets
2. By cooperation in buying you j with their goods and sell at any old
can purchase supplies much cheaper ; price as does the farmer, but are forc-
than when you a t singly and alone. j ed to cooperate in pricing their goods.
"o they take tie- goods and place
them in a store house (as It Is called)
which is nothing but a goods ware-
3. It will enable you to resist, those j •
who try to oppress you; it will aid you
in doing away with I he mortgage sys-
tem, which Is the curse of farmers; it.
will aid you in Improving your neigh-
borhood. in securing good roads and
good schools for your children In a
word, It will enable you to so improve
your condition that life will be worth
living, thus bringing joy and peace
:#id gladness to the hearts of your
wives and children.
An old man lay dying, so the story
goes, and gathered nis seven sons
around him. He bade them bring him
a bundle of seven clicks tied together,
and each son in turn ried to break
the bundle, but could not. Untying
t.he bundle, even the youngest, child
broke each stick (aslly. What a lesson
In cooperation! Members of the Farm
supposed to trust for flesh and spirit
for life;
1fl*rel
loai
4»et
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HEALTH BRINGS HAPPINESS.
house, and they belong to the Mer-
cantile Association, through which
they are able lo price uniform or mini-
mum prices, and with the goods in
the warehouses they are able to hold
the goods away from the world until
the world will pay their prices. Thus
when the retailer goes to buy goods
be has to pay the wholesalers' price;
and when the retailer gets them, in-
stead of peddling them out at any old
price (as the^farmer does his prod
ucts) he places 'em in bis store or
warehouse, preparatory to holding
them for a price. And the majority
of these gentlemen belong to the Mer-
cantile Association and with the goods
properly warehoused they are able to
ers' Union let the motto, "United we I Prlw and hold for that price, thus
stand, divided we fall," sink deep into forcing you and me as consumers to
your hearts. In no other way can we pay that price,
"garner the tears of the distressed and | Now. what the union wants to do Is
bring laughter to th- cheeks of inno- | to teach the farmers this scientific sys-
cent childhood."—Mississippi Union j 'em of marketing. Let the mercantile
Advocate I wor',t become our school master Open
, | your eyes, brother farmer, and adopt
In the days of the razor-back hog, j the same system of marketing the
grass alone was supposed to make his 1 products of your farm that the cojji-
keeping profitable for at least half of | nntrciul vvorid has used lot ages, it
the year—the other six months he was is no new system, but on old, time-
Invalid Once, a Happy Woman Now.
Mrs. C R. Shelton, Pleasant Street,
Covington, Tenn., snvs; "Once I
seemed a helpless In-
valid, but now I en-
Joy the best of health.
K 1 tl n e y disease
brought me down ter-
ribly. Rheumatic
aches and pains made
every move painful.
The secretions wotre
disordered and my bead ached to dis-
traction. I was in a bin I condition, but
medicines failed to help I lost ground
daily until I began with Doan's Kidney
Pills. They helped me at once and
soon made me strong and well."
Sold by all dealers. BO cents a box,
Foster-Mllburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
•GATOR ON THE RAMPAGE.
Edifying Story That Is Vouched for by
the Georgia Ananias.
"Yes," said the fisherman, "the man
had fished all the forenoon, art' hadn't
got a nibble, so lie took another swal-
ler out the jug, pulled off his boots, an'
lay down on the river bank an' went
to sleep. As soon as he went to
snorln' good, a alligator that had been
watchln' him all the mornin' crawled
up an' swallered his hoots, likewise
the jug, with 'bout half a gallon in it,
1 reckon. The cork tame out, and, of
course, the 'gator got the full benefit
o' the whisky, which so turned Its
head that It lashed tin1 water with its
tail tili the river was a foatnin' mass,
after which It crawled up on the hank
agin an' made desp'rit efforts to climb
trees an' turn double-somersaults, an'
do all manner of Impossible things!"
"Why didn't, It swallow the fisher-
man, instead of his boot?" some one
asked
" 'Gators, gentlemen," said the story-
teller, "can't stand ever'lhlng They
must draw the line Home'rs." Atlan-
ta Con.ditut Ion
SOMUWHAT SUSPICIOUS.
i\a\ shop
tried, demonstrated success, and will
do for the farmer what it has done for
the successful commercial world So
The market problem is again to the gC£ jnto (),,, partners' Union and help
fore and, as in years past, the growers lo j;l,nd and operate these warhouses
in many communities have failed to alH[ become masters of your own
organize for proper distribution of pro- • prices Joe B. Edmonson, Assistant
dvets. Glutted markets mean low j Sta'e l ecturer foi® Tetafl. in Nation
pi ices. | al Cooperator and Farm Journal.
The refrigerator transportation sys- i xhe house with /rlass windows and
tem is making it possible to ship J anv ordinary system of ventilation
American poultry to Bngiand and Kng- will alway. he damp In winter, the
llsh game to America, The demand dampness coming from the exhalation
th«K is for chickens weighing from 33 • from the lunes of the birds occupying
to 4a ,pounds to the dozen and packed | the hous». This dampness shews as
twelve in the box. The rlifc from New frost on the walls in cold wealhpr and
York to Liverpool In reffl^rators is js present as a vapor at ail tim;s.
40c per one hundred pounds. I „
, There are two classes of poultrr
The enemy Is11 loo strong and too ^p„,,er<, those who breerf for fa'.cy
«jrell organized now for any tini^ to be Bn,| those who breed for market, and
lost in fighting among ourselves over nP|ther of ahem has any need for the
hobbies or imaginary differences, i 0](] numeral fowl, that is as true
National Cooperator. I as the gospel.
Of course, it mm lie all right still,
you don't feel Inclined to eal sau-
sages when vim find your butcher has
removed to a shop nest door to th#
Home for Lost Dogs, do you?
The Tangled Web.
Charley Is the white-haired, negro
man employed by a southern family on
Charlotte street. And Charley Is can
lions abo'ut lending anything. The
other day a man new to the neighbor-
hood appeared at the door and asked
If he could borrow a. spade.
"No, sir," said Charley. "Ain't got
no spade,"
"Haven't you any sort of a shovel
I could use to dig fishvvorniH with ?"
"No, sir, ain't got, no shovel."
The stranger hesitated a moment
and then asked:
"Do you suppose the f*i|ks next door
have a spade they'd lend mo?"
"No, sir," replied Charley, promptly,
"they's all the time a borrowln' our'n."
- Kansas City Times.
WIFE WON
Husband Finally Convinced.
Some men nre wise enough to try
new foods and beverages and then gen-
erous enough to give others the bene-
fit of their experience.
A very "conservative" Ills, man,
however, let, his good wife find out for
herself what a blessing Po-sturu 'a f"
those who are distressed in many
ways, by drinking coffee. The wife
writes:
"No slave In chains, if seemed to
me, was more helpless than 1, a coffee
captive. Yet. there were innumerable
warnings—waking from a troubled
sleep with a feeling of suffocation, at
times dizzy and out of breath, at-
tacks of palpitation of the heart that
frightened me.
"Common sense, reason, and my
better judgment told me that coffee
drinking was the trouble. At last my
nervous system was so disarranged
that, my physician ordered 'no more
coffee.'
"He knew he was right and he knew
I knew it, too. 1 capitulated. I'rfor
to this our family had tried Postuni,
but disliked It, because, as we learned
later, it was not made right.
"Determined this time to give Post-
tim.a fair trial, I prepared It accord-
ing to directions on the pkg.—that is,
boiled it 15 minutes after boiling com-
menced. obtaining a dark brown liquid
with a rich snappy flavor similar to
coffee. When cream and sugar were
added, It was not only good but de-
licious.
"Noting its beneficial effects in me
the rest of the family adopted it—all
except my husband, who would not ad-
mit that coffee hurt him. Several
weeks elapsed during which I drank
Postuni two or three times a day.
when, to my surprise, my husband
said: 'I have decided to drink Postuni.
Your Improvement Is bo apparent—you
have such fine color—that I propose
to give credit where credit is due. And
now we are coffee-slaves no longer."
Name given by l'ostum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read "the Road to Well-
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
Intirai*.
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