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by MARTHA BELLINGER
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8YNOPSI3.
Agatha Redmond, opera Binder, starting
for an auto drive In New York, finds a
stranger .sent as her chauffeur. j-Aier
she In accosted by a stranger who climDs
Into the auto and chloroforms her. James
Hambleton of Lynn. Mass.. witnesses tne
abduction of Agatha Redmond. Ha:moie-
ton sees Agatha forcibly tak* n aboara a
yacht. He secures a tug and when nea
the yacht drops overboard. Aleck van
Tamp, friend of Hambleton. had an ap-
pointment with him. Not meeting •
nleton. he makes a rail upon meno •
Madame and Miss Melanle U*ynler. He
proposes to the latter and Is r®*u8^'
three arrange a roast trip on Van W J
yacht, the Sea Gull. Hambleton wakes
up on board the Joanne D Arc. the ya
on whlhh Is Agatha Redmond. He meets
a man who Introduces himself as . ,
sleur Chatelard. who Is A?atha
tor. They fight, but are
the sinking of the vessel
Jimmy and
Sort and get tidings
eanne D'Arc. Ale<
Of lilt? ...V,,.
\gatha are abandoned by the crew,.,
take to the boats. Jimmy anil
nwlm for hours and Anally reach shore
In a thoroughly exhausted condition. u«-
coverlng allRhtly. the pair find Hand, the
Chaufreut who assisted In AKatha
dm-tlon. He agree to help them. Jim's
delirious anil on the verge of death Hani
goes for help. Me returns with Ur.
Thayer, who revives Jim. and the party
ts conveyed to Charlesport, whereA((a._
th... propertyJS
in.** of the wreck of the
Wtv. Aleck finds Jim on the
verge of death and Agatha In
Dr. Thayer doclares his sister. Mrs. oj n
dard. Is the only one who can save Jim.
She Is a woman of strong religious ton
vlctlons. and dislikes Agatha on account
of her profession. She refuses tonurse
Jim. Agatha pleads with he' ®ndc ^*
consents to take the ease. Van Camp
hears Agatha's story' and ««ts on the
track of Chatelard. Hambleton Is finally
out of danger, Chamberlain, friend or
Van Camp, goes after Chatelard. Agatha
meets Melaine Reynler and bothi are sur
prised at their remarkable r. semblance^
Chamberlain by a ruse lnd"rl *
til go to Agatha's house. Melaine r«og
niles Chatelard >* the spy of
cutor, on whose account she leit home•
was Melaine Chatelard he though thecal
abducting. Before he can be arreted
Chatelard escapes In an auto.
CHAPTER XXI.—Continued.
"Samson—shorn!" she exclaimed
gaily. "I hardly know you, all fixed
up like this."
"Oh, I look much better than this
when I'm really dressed up, you
know," Jim asserted. Agatha patted
his knuckles Indulgently, looked at the
thinness and whiteness of the hand,
and shook her head
"Not gaining enough yet." she said,
"That Isn't the right color for
hand."
"It needs to be held longer."
"Oh, no, It needs more quiet. Few
er visitors, no talking, and plenty of
fresh milk and eggs."
Jimmy almost stamped his foot
"Down with eggs!" ho cried. "And
milk. too. I'm going to Institute a
mutiny. Excuse me. I know I'm visit-
ing and ought to be polite, but no
more Invalid's food for me. Handy
Andy and I are going out to kill a
moose and eat it—eh, Andy!
But Hand was gone. Agatha sat
down In a big rocker at the other win-
dow. "In that case." Bhe said de-
murely, "we'll all have to be thinking
of Lynn and New York and work.
Jim shamelessly turned feather.
"Oh, no," he cried. "I'm very 111. I'm
not able to go to Lynn. Hesides, my
time Isn't up yet. This is my vacation."
iHe looked up smiling into Agatha's
face, Ingenuous as a boy of seven.
■ "Do you always take such—such
'venturesome holidays?" she asked.
"I never took any before; at least,
not what I call holidays," he said. "If
iyou don't come over here and sit near
me, I shall get up and go over to you.
And Andy says I'm very wobbly on
my legs. I might by accident drop
Into your lap."
Agatha pushed her chair over to-
ward James, and before she could sit
<iown he had drawn it still closer to
his own. "The doctor says ray hand
ha* to be held!" he assured her, as
he got firm hold of hers.
"For shame!" she cried. "Mustn't
tell fibs "
"Tell me," he begged, "is this your I
■house, really'n truly?" It brought, as I
he knew it would, her ready smile.
"Yep," she nodded.
"And ts that your tree out there?"
"Yep."
"Ah!" he sighed. "It's great! It's
Paradise. I've dreamod of Just such
a heavenly place. And Andy Bays
we've been here two weeks.
Yes—and a little more."
"My holiday half gone!" His mood
suddenly changed from Its Jocund and
hoyiBh manner, and he turned earn-
estly toward Agatha.
"I don't know, dear girl, all that
has happened since that night—with
you—on the water. Hand shuts me
off most villainously. But I know It's
Heaven being here, with Aleck and
•every one so good to me, and you!
You've come back, somehow, like a
reality from my dreams. I watch for
vou. You're all I think of, whether
J'm awake or asleep."
Agatha earnestly regarded his frank
face, with its laughing, true eyes.
"It Is more; you said so," put In
Jim.
"Yes; a little more. And If It
hadn't been for you, I shouldn't be
here, or anywhere. I often think of
that."
'You see!" he cried. "I/had to have
you. even If I followed you half-way
round the globe; even If I had to Jump
Into the sea. Kismet—you can't es-
cape me!"
But Agatna was only half smiling.
'No," she protested, "It Is not that.
I owe—"
Jim put his fingers on her lips.
"Tut. tut! Dear girl, you owe noth-
ing, except to your own courage and
good swimming But as for me. why,
you know I'm yours."
"James," Agatha could not help
preaching a bit, "Jusjt because we hap-
pen to be the actors In an adventure
Is no reason, no real reason, why we
should be silly about each other. We
don't have to end the story that way."
"Oh, don't we? We'll see!" shouted
Jim. "And I'm not silly, if some other
people are. 1 don't see why I should
be cheated out of a perfectly good
climax, if you put It that way, any
more than the next fellow. Agatha,
dearest—"
But she wouldn't listen to him. "No,
no," she protested, slowly but earn-
estly. "Look here, Mr. James Ham-
bleton, of Lynn! I promise to do any-
thing, or everything, that you honest-
ly want, after you get well. I'll lis-
ten to you then. But I'm not gotng
to let a man who Is Just out of a de-
lirium make love to me."
"But I'm not Just out. I only had
a whack on the head, and that's noth-
ing. I'm strong as an ox. I'm saner
than anybody. Do listen to me, Aga-
tha."
"No—no, I mustn't."
"But tell me, dear. You're free?
You're not—" he searched for the
word that suited his mood—"you're
not plighted?"
She smiled. "No, I'm not plighted."
"Ah!" he chortled, and seized both
her hands, putting them to his lips.
She stood over him, looking down
tenderly.
"Time for your broth, Mr. Hamble-
ton. and Mr. Straker wants to know
if he can Bee you." Interrupted Mr.
Hand.
"Can't see htm. Andy. I'm very
busy," began Jim; then added, "By
the way, who Is Mr. Straker?"
"Tell him he may come in for a few
minutes, Mr. Hand," directed Agatha.
Presently the manager was being In-
troduced In the properest manner to
the invalid. Agatha, knowing James
would need protection from quizzing,
stayed by.
"Now, tell me," wheedled Mr. Strak-
er, "the whole story Just exactly as
It happened to you, please. It's very
Important that I should know all the
details." •
So Jimmy, aided now and then by
Agatha, delivered a Straker-ized ver-
sion of the wreck and the arrival at
lllon.
"Hut before that," questioned the
manager. "How did you hacpen to be
TV A M 9" ™
I'm good for anything. Lucky star's
over me. I knew It all the time."
Straker turned a disgusted face
toward Agatha. "He's crazy as a
loon! Isn't he?" he questioned glum-
ly. But Jimmy knew his man.
"No, not crazy, Mr. Straker. Only
a touch o' sun! And lt'a glorious,
isn't it, Miss Redmond?"
•She loved him for his boyiBh laftgb-
ter, for the rollicking spirit In his
voice, but her eyes suddenly filled aB
she pondered the meaning back of his
extraordinary story. With Mr. Strak-
er gone at last, it was Bhe who came
to Jim with outstretched hands.
"You mean you heard me call for
help, there on the hill?"
"Yep," he answered, suddenly
sheepish.
"And you followed to rescue me If
you could?"
"Yep—of course."
"Ah, James! Why did you do It?"
Jim's small-boy expression beamed
from his eyes. "I followed the Voice
and the Face—as I told you once be-
fore. Don't you remember?"
"I remember. But why?"
His seven-year-old mood was sud-
denly touched with poetic dignity,
could naught else," he said, looking
Into her face. It was all tenderness;
and she did not resist when he drew
her gently down, till her lips touched
his.
CHAPTER XXII.
A Man of No Principle.
MonsleUr Chatelard's disappearance
was as complete as though he had
dropped off the earth. The sheriff,
with his warrant in his pocket, hid
his chagrin behind the sugar and flour
barrels whose sale occupied his time
when he wasn't losing malefactors,
Chamberlain, having once freed his
mind to the grave-like Hand, main
talned absolute silence on the subject,
so far as the audience at the old red
house was concerned. But he went
into consultation with Aleck, and to-
gether they laid a network of police
Inspection about lllon and Charles-
port.
"It won't do any good," grumbled
Chamberlain. "We'll have to catch
him and choke him with our own
hands, if it ever gets done."
Nevertheless, they left nothing to
chance. Telegraph and telephone were
brought Into requisition, and within
twenty-four hours after the disap-
pearance every station on the railroad,
as well as every village along the
coast, was warned to arrest the fugi-
tive if he came that way. Mr. Cham-
berlain took the white motor and went
off on long, mysterious Journeys,
coming back only to go into secret
conclave with Aleck, or mysteriously
to rush off again.
Aleck Van Camp stayed at home,
keeping a dog-watch on Melanle and
Madame Reynler, whether they were
at the Hillside or at the old red
house. Now that the purposes of the
Frenchman had been made clear, and
since he was still at large, the world
was no safe place for unattended
women. Aleck pondered deeply over
the situation.
"Is your amiable cousin's henchman
a man to be scared off by our recent
little encounter, do you think?'^ he
asked of Melanle.
Sho considered. "He might be
scared, easily enough. But I know
well that he has a contempt for the
usual machinery of the law. He has
evaded It bo many times that he
thinks It an easy matter."
Aleck smiled whimsically. "I don't
wonder at that, if he has had many
experiences like the last."
"He boasts that he can bribo any-
body."
"Ah, bo! But how much rope would
the duke give him, do you think, on
a pinch?"
"All the rope'^ie cares to take.
Stephen's protection Is all-powerful In
Krolvetz; and elsewhere Chatelard de-
pends, as [ have said, on his wits."
"But there must be some limit to
tho duke's stretch of conscience!"
Melanle's eyes took on their far-
away look. "Perhaps there Is," she
Bald at last, "but who can guess where
that limit Is? Besides, all he asks of
He never
on the Jeanne D'Arc?
For the first time James hesitated
Not even Agatha knew that part of
the story. "I was picked up by the
Jeanne D'Arc in New York harbor,"
he replied slowly.
Mr. Straker frowned. "How—pick-
ed up?"
"Out of the water.'
"What were you In the water for?"
"I had Just dropped off a tug."
"What for?"
"Because I wanted the yacht to pick
me up."
At this point Mr Straker directed
a commiserating look at Agatha. It
said "Crazy" as plain as words.
"What were you on the tug for?"
"I hud followed the yacht"
"What for?"
The pause before James' next an-
swer was apparent. When It came,
there came with It that same seven-
year-old look of smiling Ingenuous-
ness. "I Just wanted to see what they
were going to do with Miss Redmond."
"Jlmminy ChrlstinaB!" exploded Mr.
Straker. "Any more kinks in this
story? How'd you know they'd
stolen Miss Redmond?"
And so Jimmy had to tell It all, his henchmen Is results.
with the abominable Strnker growing inquires as to methods."
more and more excited every minute,' "Well, what do you think Is the
and Agatha standing mute and awe- exact result Duke Stephen wants, In
Rtruck, looking at him. It was plain this case?"
that Jimmy, for the moment, had the
upper hand. "And that'b about all!"
he laughed.
"What on earth, man, 1b the mntter
with you?" fumed Straker. "Didn't
yon know there were a hundred
chances to one the yacht wouldn't
unabashed. "One
act3, WHU 1- ,
Jimmy," she said—he had begged her pick you up.
Ho call him that—"It seems as if I, Jimmy nodded,
itoo had known you a long time. More chance is good enough for me. Notb-
ihnii these little two weeks." J in* can kill me this trip, I tell you.
"He wants me either to return to
Krolvetz and marry his brother, or—"
Melanle's hesitation was prolonged.
"Or—what?"
"Or to disappear so completely that
there will bo no question of my re-
turn. You see, It's a peculiar case.
If I marry without his consent—"
"Which you are about to do—" cut
In Aleck.
go Into the public treasury, where they
will be strictly accounted for. But If
I marry Lorenzo-—"
"Which Is impossible—"
"Then the money goes Into the fam
lly, of course, as my dot. Or—or, If
I should die—in that case Stephen
inherits the money.. And there is no
doubt but that Stephen needs money."
Aleck pondered for several minutes,
while grave shadows threatened his
face. But presently his , smiling, un-
quenchable good temper came to the
ourface, and he gleefully tucked Me-
lanle's hand under his arm.
"As I said before, you need a hus-
band very badly."
"Oh, I don't know," she laughed.
The result of Aleck's moment of
grave thought came a few days later,
with the arrival of two quietly-dressed
men. He told Melanle that one man
was her chauffeur for the white ma-
chine, and the other was an extra hand
be had engaged for the return trip
on the Sea Gull. The chauffeur, how-
ever, for one reason or another, rare-
ly took the wheel, and could have
been seen walking at a distance be-
hind Melanle whenever she stirred
abroad. The extra hand for the Sea
Gull did Just the same as the chauf-
feur.
From the day of the arrival of the
manager, Mr. Hand's rather mysterl
oub but friendly temper underwent a
change for the worse. Ho not only
continued silent, which might easily
be counted a virtue, bnt he became al-
most sulky, which could only be called
crime. There was no bantering
with Sallle in the kitchen, scarcely
friendly smile for Agatha herself. Mr.
Hand was markedly out of sorts.
On the morning following Mr.
Straker's request that Hand should re-
pair the car, the manager found him
tinkering In the carriage Bhed near
the church. The car was jacked up on
horse-block, while one wheel lay
near the road. Mr. Hand was as grimy
and oily as the law allows, working
over the machinery with a sort of
vicious earnestness. Mr. Straker hov-
ered around for a few moments, then
addressed Hand in that tone of
pseudo-geniality that marks a certain
type of politician.
Look here, colonel, I understand
you were In the employ of that French
anarchist."
It was an unlucky moment for at-
tack, though Mr. Straker did not at
once perceive it. Hand carefully wip-
ed the oil from a neat ring of metal,
slid down on his back under the car
and screwed on a nut. As Mr. Strak-
er, hands In pockets and feet wide
apart, watched the mechanician, there
came through the silence and the
Bweet air the sound of thrushes call-
ing from the wood beyond. Mr. Strak-
er craned his head to look out at the
church, then at the low Btone wall,
as If he expected to see the songsters
performing on a stage before a row of
footlights. He turned back to Mr.
Hand.
"That's right, Is it? You worked for
the slippery Mounseer?"
"Uh-m," Hand grumbled, with a
screw In his mouth. "Something like
that."
"What'd you do?"
"I've found where she was wrenched
in the turn-over. Got to have a new
pin for this off wheel before she goes
much farther."
"All right, I'll order one by telegraph
today. What'd you do, I asked."
Hand wriggled himself out from un-
der the car and got on his feet. He
thrust his grimy hands deep Into his
pockets, stood for a moment con-
templative and belligerent, as If un-
decided whether to explode or not,
and then silently walked away.
As Mr. Straker watched his figure
moving slowly toward the kitchen, he
started a long low whistle, expressive
of suspicion and doubt. Midway, how-
ever, he changed to a lively tune
whose title was "I've got him on the
run"—a classic Just then spreading up
and down Broadway. He took a few
turns about the car. looked at the gear-
ing with a knowing air, and then went
into the house.
If he had been a small boy, his
mother would have punished him for
stamping through the halls; being a
grown man and a visitor, he may be
described as walking with firm, bold
tread. Finally he was able to run
down Agatha, who was conferring
with Sallle in the library.
Sallle sniffed in scorn of Mr. Strak-
er, whom she disliked far worse than
Mr. Hand; nevertheless, as she left
the room she twisted up her gingham
apron and tucked it into Its band in a
vague attempt at company manners.
Mr. Straker lost no time in attacking
Agatha. '
"What d'you know about that chauf-
feur-nurse and general roustabout
that's taking care of your young gen
tleman up-stalrs?" he inquired bluntly.
Innocent of subtlety as Mr. Straker
was," he was nevertheless keen enough
to see that Agatha's Instincts took
alarm at his words. Indeed, one skilled
in reading her face could have detect-
ed the nature of the uneasiness writ-
ten there. She could not lie again, as
she had unhesitatingly lied to the
sheriff; neither could she abandon her
position as protector to Mr. Hand.
She wished for cleverness of the sort
that could throw her manager off the
scent, but saw no way other than the
direct way.
"Nothing—I know almost nothing
about him."
"Comes from N'York?"
"I fancy bo."
"Well, take It from me, tho sooner
you get rid of him the better. Chances
are he's a man of no principle, and
he'll do you."
Agatha waB silent. Meantime Mr.
Straker got his second 'wind.
"Of course he knows what he's
about when It comes to a machine,"
the manager continued, "but mark me,
he knows too much for an honest man.
Looks to me as if there wasn't any-
thing on thlB green acjvh he can't
Green ocean, too—he's quite
much at home there." laughed Aga-
tha.
"Humph!" Mr. Straker grunted In
disgust. "Let me assure you. Miss
Redmond, that It's no Joking matter."
Tradition to the contrary, Agatha
was content to let the man have the
last word. Mr. Straker turned to
some business matters, wrote out tele-
graphic material enough to occupy
the leisurely Charlesport operator for
some hours, and then disappeared.
Agatha was Impressed by the man-
ager's words somewhat more than her
manner Implied. She had no swift
and sure judgment of people, and her
experience of the world, short as It
was, had taught her that recklessness
Is a costly luxury. She was meditat-
ing as to the wisest course to pursue,
when the ex-chauffeur appeared.
Hand wore his accustomed loose
shirt and trousers without coat or
waistcoat, and it seemed as if he had
never known a hat. Hlfi thick hair
was tumbled back from the forehead.
His hands were now spotless, and his
vhole appearance agreeably clean and
wholesome. He even looked as If he
were going to be frank, but Agatha
knew that must be a delusion. It was
Impossible, however, not to be some-
what cajoled—he was so eminently
likable. Agatha took a lesson from
his own book, and waited In silence
for him to speak.
"Mademoiselle?" His voice had an
undertone of excitement or nervous-
ness that was wholly new.
"Well, Mr. HandT"
He remained standing by the door
for a moment, then stepped forward
with the abrupt maiyier of a striplin.?
who, usually Inarticulate, has sudden-
ly found tongue.
"Why did yqu do tt, Mademoiselle?"
"Do what, my friend?"
"Back me up before the sheriff
Give me a slick walkout like that
Agatha laughed good-humoredly.
"Why should I answer your ques-
tions, Mr. Hand, when you so persist-
ently ignore mine?" x
Hand made a gesture of Impatience.
"Mademoiselle, you may think me
all kinds of a scamp, but I'm not idiot
enough to hide behind a woman. Don't
you know me well enough to know
that?" he demanded bo earnestly that
he seemed very cross.
Agatha looked Into his face with a
new curiosity. He was very young,
after all. Something In the way of
experience had been grinding philoso-
phy, of a sort. Into him—or out of
him. Wealth and position had been
his natural enemies, and he had some-
how been led to an attitude, of antag-
onism that was, at bottom, quite for-
eign to his nature.
So much Agatha could guess at, and
for the rest, instinct taught her to be
kind. But she was not willing now to
take him so seriously as he seemed to
be taking himself. She couldn't re-
slst teasing him a bit, by saying:
"Nevertheless, Mr. Hand, you did hid#
behind me; you had to."
He did not reply to her bantering
smile, but. in the pause that followed,
stepped to the bookcase where she
had been standing, gingerly picked up
a soft bit of linen and lace from the
floor and dropped it Into her lap Then
he faced her in an attitude of pugna-
cious irritation. For a brief moment
his silence fell from him.
"I didn't have to," he contradicted.
"I let it go because I thought you
were a good sport, and you wouldn't
catch me backing out of your game,
not by a good deal! But there's a
darned sight—pardon me, Mademoi-
selle! there's too much company
round here to suit me! You know me,
you know you can trust me, Mademoi-
selle! But what about Tom, Dick t nd
Harry all over this place—casting
eyes at a man?"
Agatha, almost against her will,
was forced to meet his seriousnoss
half-way. "I don't know what you
mean," Bhe said.
"Tell 'em!" he burst out. "Tell 'em
the whole story. Tell that blamed
snoopln' manager that I'm a crook
and a kidnaper, and then he'll stop
nosing round after me. I'll have an
hour's start, and that's all I want.
Dogging a man—running him down
under hlB own automobile!" Hand
permitted himself a dry smile at his
own Joke, but immediately added: "It
goes against the grain, Mademoi-
selle!"
Agatha's face brightened, as she
grasped the clue to Hand's wrath.
"I've no doubt," she answered grave-
ly. She knew the manager. "But why
should 1 tell him, as you suggest?"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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"'Yes, ma'am; what floor, please,
ma'am?'"—Judge.
Gilt Frames.
"His mind a blank, eh?" said George
Ade of an elderly millionaire who, aft-
er a month's absence, had turned up
pleading total loss of memory.
His mind a blank!" Mr. Ade con-
tinued. "What a hackneyed old excuse
that is! Why don't they get up, these
wanderers, something new in the ex-
cuse line?
'They'd be all alike, these excuses,
though; in substance. For the aver-
age man, In framing an excuse, al-
ways does it in guilt."
Klnglake on Port.
Kinglake, the historian, was polite,
yet frank. It Is related that, upon one
occasion, while dining with old Dr
Marsham, the warden of Merton, he
was asked to give his opinion of some
port wine which was supposed to be
remarkably good. "1 am no Judge of
port myself, Kinglake," said Dr. Mar
sham; "but I know you are, and 1
should like your opinion "
"Well," said Kinglake, "I have three
ways of judging port wine. The first
Is by the color, the second ts by the
odor, and the third is by the flavor.
Now, the color of your wine, Mar-
sham"—holding It ur and looking at It
critically.—"Is good; the odefr"—here
he held the glass to his nos>i for a
moment, and thon added, with some
hesitation—"1s far from unpleasant;
the flavor Is"—here he tasted It, and
put the wlnegla6s down hastily.
"Would you be kind enough to pass
me tho sherry?"—San Francisco Ar-
gonaut.
"I simply forfeit my estates and they du."
Foresight.
Edith—Seems to me that you are
buying an awful lot of clothes even
for your marriage. Marie—Well, you
see, papa Is liberal when he thinks
that he is getting me off Ills hands,
and there'b no telling what he'll do
when he finds that he has Fred on his
haprfa
BANISHED
Coffee Finally Had to Go.
The way some persons cling to cof-
fee, even after they know it is doing
them harm, is a puzzler. But It is an
easy matter to give It up for good,
when Postum is properly made and
used instead. A girl writes:
"Mother had been suffering with
nervous headaches for seven weary
years, but kept on drinking coffee.
"One day I asked her why she did
not give up coffee, as a cousin of mine
had done who had taken to Postum.
But Mother was such a slave to coffee
Bhe thought It would be terrible to
give it up.
"Finally, one day, she made the
change to Postutn, and quickly her
headaches disappeared. One morning
while she was drinking Postum bo
freely and with such relish, I asked
for a taste.
"That started me on Postum and I
now drink It more freely than I did
ti ffee, which never comes Into our
Louse now."
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Write for booklet, "The
Road to Wellville."
Postum comes in two forms.
Regular Postum (must be boiled.)
Instant Postum doesn't require boil-
ing, but Is prepared Instantly by stir
ring a level teaspoonful In an ordinary
cup of hot water, which makes It right
for most persons.
A big cup requires more and soma
people who like strong things put in a
heaping spoonful and temper It with
large supply of cream.
Experiment until you know th#
amount that pleases your palate and
have It served that way In the futur
'There's a Reason" for Postum.
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