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SYNOPSIS.
Eleanors de Toscana was slnglnu in
Paris, which, perhaps, accounted for ho-
ward Courtlandt'a appcaranic there Mul-
timillionaire, he wandered about where
iancy dictated- He mlKht lie In 1'nns one
day and Kamchatka the next. Following
the opera he goes to a cafe and Is ac-
costed by a pretty youriK woman. Hno
gives him tin; address of Flora Deslmone.
vocal rival of Toscana, and l-'lora gives
•him the address of Eleanora, whom he Is
determined to Bee. Courtlandt enters
Kleanora's apartments. She orders him
out and shoots at htm. The next day
Paris Is shocked by the mysterious dis-
appearance of the prima donna.
CHAPTER IV—Continued.
"There's the duBky princess peek
Ing out again. The truth Is, Abby, If
1 could hide myself for three or four
years, long enough for people to for-
get me, I might reconsider. But It
should be under another name. They
envy us millionaires. Why, we are
the loneeomest duffers going. We dis-
trust every one; we fly when a wom-
an approaches; we become mono-
maniacs; one thing obsesses us, every-
body Ib after our money. We want
frlendB, we want wives, but we want
them to be attracted to us and not to
our money-bags. Oh, pshaw! What
plans have you made in regard to the
search?"
Qloom settled upon the artist's face.
"I've got to find out what'B happened
to her, Ted. This Isn't any play. Why,
she loves the part of Marguerite as
she loves nothing else. She's been
kidnaped, and only God knows for
what reason.' It has knocked me silly
1 just came up from Como, where sho
spendB the sunnnerB now. 1 was going
to take her and Fournler out to din
ner "
"Who's Fournler?"
"Mademoiselle Fournler, the com-
poser. Sho goes with Nora on the
yearly concert tours."
"Pretty?"
"Charming."
"I see," thoughtfully. "What part
of the lake; the Villa d'Este, Cadenab-
bla?"
"Bellagglo. Oh, It was ripping last
summer. 8he's always singing when
she's happy. Whan she sings out on
the terrace, suddenly, without giving
anyone warning, her voice is wonder
ful. No audience ever heard anything
like it."
"I heard her Friday night. I dropped
In at the opera without knowing what
they were singing 1 admit all you
say In regard to her voice and looks;
but 1 stick to the whim."
"But you can't fake that chap with
the blond mustache." retorted Abbott
grimly. "Lord, 1 wish 1 had run Into
you any day but today. I'm all In. I
can telephone to the Opera from the
studio, and then we shall know for a
certainty whether or not she will re-
turn for the performance tonight. If
not, then I'm going In for a little de-
tective work."
"Abby. it will turn out to be the
sheep of Little Bo-Peep."
"Have your own way about It."
When they arrived at the studio Ab-
bott telephoned promptly. Nothing
had been heard. They were substi-
tuting another singer.
"Call up the Herald," suggested
Courtlandt.
Abbott did so. And he bad to an-
swer Innumerable questions, questions
which worked him Into a fine rage;
■who was he, where did he live, what
did he know, how long had he been In
Paris, and could he prove that he had
arrived that morning? Abbott wanted
to fling the receiver Into the mouth of
the transmitter, but his patience was
presently rewarded. The singer had
not yet been found, but the chaufTeur
of the mysterious car had turned up
. . . In a hospital, and perhaps by
night they would know everything.
The chauffeur had had a bad accident;
the car Itself was a total wreck. In a
ditch, not far from Versailles.
"There!" cried Abbott, slamming
the receiver on the book. "What do
you say to that?"
"The chaufTeur may have left her
somewhere, got drunk afterward, and
plunged Into the ditch. Things have
happened like that. Abby, don't make
a camel's hair Bhirt out of your paint-
brushes. What a pother about a sing-
er! If it had been a great Inventor, a j
poet, an artist, there would have been
nothing more than a two-line para j
graph. But an opera Binger, one who
tomorrow night, that 1b. If you do not
find your prima donna. I've an en-
gagement at flve-thlrty, and must be
off."
"I was about to ask you to dine with
me tonight," disappointedly.
"Can't; awfully sorry, Abby. It was
only luck that I met you In the Lux-
embourg: Be over about seven. I
was very glad to see you again."
Abbott kicked a broken easel into
corner. "All right. If anything
turns up I'll let you know. You're at
the Grand?"
"Yes. By-by."
"1 know what's the matter with
him," mused the artist, alone. "Some
woman has chucked hlin. Silly little
fool, probably."
Courtlandt went down stairs and out
Into the boulevard. Frankly, he was
beginning to feel concerned. He still
held to his original opinion that the
diva had disappeared of her own free
will; but if the machinery of the po-
lice had been started, he realized that
his own safety would eventually be-
come Involved. By thlB time, he rea-
soned, there would not be a hotel in
Paris free of surveillance. Naturally,
blond strangers would be In demand.
The complications that would follow
his own arrest were not to be ignored.
He agreed with his conscience that he
had not acted with dignity in forcing
his way into her apartment. But that
night he had been at odds with con
ventlon; his spirit had been that of
the marauding old Dutchman of the
seventeenth century. He perfectly
well knew that she was In the right as
far as the pistol-shot was concerned.
Further, he knew that he could quash
any charge she might make In that di-
rection by the simplest of declara-
tions; and to avoid this simplest of
declarations she would prefer silence
above all things. They knew each oth-
er tolerably well.
It was extremely fortunate that he
had not been to the hotel since Satur-
day. He went directly to the war of-
fice. The great and powerful man
there was the only hope left. They
had met some years before In Algiers,
where Courtlandt had rendered him a
very real Bervlce.
"I did not expect you to the min-
ute," the great man said pleasantly.
You will not mind waiting for a tew
minutes."
Not in the least. Only, I'm In a
deuce of a mess," frankly and directly.
"Innocently enough, I've stuck my
head into the police net."
"Is It. possible that now I can pay
my debt to you?"
"Such as It is. Have you read the
article In the newspapers regarding
the disappearance of Signorina da Tos-
cana, the Binger?"
"Yes."
"I am the unknown blond. Tomor-
row morning I want you to go with me
to the prefecture and state that I was
with you all of Saturday and Sunday;
that on Monday you and your wife
dined with me, that yesterday we went
to the aviation meet, and later to the
Odeon."
"In brief, an alibi?" smiling now,
"Exactly. I shall need one."
"And a perfectly good alibi. But I
have your word that you are in no-
wise concerned? Pardon the question,
but between us It is really necessary
if I am to be of service to you."
"On my word as a gentleman."
"That la sufficient."
"In fact, I do not believe that she
has been abducted at all. Will you
let me use your pad and pen for a
minute?"
The other pushed over the required
articles. Courtlandt scrawled a tew
words and passed back the pad.
"For me to read?"
"Yes," moodily.
The Frenchman read. Courtlandt
watched him anxiously. There was
not even a flicker of surprise in the
official eye. Calmly he ripped off the
sheet and tore it into bits, distribut-
ing the pieces into the various waste
baskets yawning about his long flat
desk. Next, still avoiding the younger
man's eye, he arranged hiB papers
neatly and locked them up in a huge
safe which only the artillery of the
German army could have forced. He
then called for his hat and stick. He
beckoned to Courtlandt to follow. Not
a word was said until the car waa
humming on the road to Vincennes.
"Well?" said Courtlandt, finally. It
was not possible for him to hold back
the question any longer.
"My dear friend, I am taking you
out to the villa for the night."
"But 1 have nothing . .
"And 1 have everything, even fore-
sight. If you were arrested tonight It
would cause you some Inconvenience.
I am fifty-six, some twenty years your
senior. Under this hat of mine I carry
a thousand secrets, and every one of
these thousand must go to the grave
with me, ycurs along with them. I
have met you a dozen times since
those Algerian days, and never have
you failed to afford me some amuse-
ment or excitement. You are the most
interesting and entertaining young
man I know. Try one of these cigars."
It shall reach Versailles tua.gln
your highness."
The young man reread the telegram
which one of the two men had given
him a moment since. It was a com-
mand which even he, wilful and die-
obedient as he was, dared not ignore.
He ripped it into shreds and flung
them out of the window. He did not
apologize to the man Into whose face
the pieces flew. That gentleman red-
dened perceptibly, bu* he held his
tongue. The blare of a horn announced
the time of departure. The train
moved. The two men on the platform
Baluted, but the young man ignored
the salutation. Not until the rear car
disappeared In the hazy distance did
the watchers stir. Then they left the
station and got into the tonneau of a
touring car, which shot away and did
not stop until It drew up before that
imposing embassy upon which the
French will always look with more or
less suspicion.
CHAPTER V.
The Bird Behind Bars.
The most beautiful blue Irish eyes
in the world gazed out at the dawn
which turned night-blue Into day-blue
and paled the stars. Rosal lay the un-
dulating horizon, presently to burst In-
to living flame, transmuting the dull
steel bars of the window Into fairy
gold, that trick of alchemy bo futilely
Bought by man. There was a window
at the north and another at the south,
likewise barred; but the IrlBh eyeB
never sought these two. It was from
the east window only that they could
see the long white road that led to
Paris.
The nightingale was truly caged.
But the wild heart of the eagle beat
in this nightingale's breast, and the
eyes burned as fiercely toward the
east as the east burned toward the
west. Sunday and Monday, Tuesday
and Wednesday and Thursday, today;
and that the five dawns were singu-
lar In beauty and that she had never
in her life before witnessed the cre-
ation of live days, one after another,
made no Impression upon her sense of
the beautiful, so delicate and receptive
lr ordinary times. She was conscious
that within her the cup of wrath was
overflowing. Of other things, such aB
eating and sleeping and moving about
in her cage (more like an eagle in-
deed than a nightingale), recurrence
had blunted her perception.
"Oh, but he shall pay, he shall pay!"
she murmured, striving to loosen the
bars with her small, white, helpless
hands. The cry seemed to be an ari-
etta, for through all th^e four mad-
dening days she had voiced it—now
low and deadly with hate, now full-
toned in burning anger, now broken by
sobs of despair. "Will you never
come, so that 1 may tell you how base
and vile you are?" she further ad-
dressed the east.
She had waited for his appearance
on Sunday. Late in the day one of the
jailers had informed her that it was
impossible for the gentleman to come
before Monday. So she marshaled her
army of phrases, of accusations, of de-
nunciations, ready to Bmother him
with them the moment he came. But
he came not Monday, nor Tuesday,
nor Wednesday. The suspense was to
her mind diabolical. She began to un-
derstand; he intended to keep her
there till he was sure that her spirit
was broken, then he would come.
Break her spirit? She laughed wildly.
He could break her spirit no more
easily than she could break these
bars. To bring her to Versailles upon
an errand of mercy! Well, he was
capable of anything.
She was not particularly distressed
because she knew that It would not be
possible for her to sing again until the
following winter In New York. She
had sobbed too much, with her face
burled in the pillowy Had these sobs
been born of weakness, all might have
been well; but rage had mothered
them, and thus her voice was in a
very bad way. This morning she was
noticeably hoarse, and there was a
break in the arietta. No, she did not
fret over this side of the calamity. The
sting of it all lay in the fact that she
had been outraged in the matter of
personal liberty, with no act of re-
prisal to ease her immediate longing
to be avenged.
(TO BE rONTINUED.)
HENTTf HOWLAND
HOW TO WIN
HERIOVE
A lady who writes *ssays for a New
fork newspaper says for the benefit of
tho man who wishes to make a woman
rare for him: "Criticize her taste In dress.
This will prove to her that you are Inter-
ested In her appearance."
If you long to make
her love you
Tell her that her
hat looki
cheap;
If she thinks but
little of you
You can make
her pulses leap
By disgustedly de-
claring
Pink to be her
proper hue,
br If pink Is what
she's wearing
Tell her she
should dress In
blue.
Tell her that It
makes you
gfouchy
To behold her
homely waist;
Gently hint that she
looks slouchy
And appears devoid of taste;x
She may seem to hear you sadly.
She may simulate a hufT,
But she'll learn to love you madly
If you criticize enough.
Say her tootsies are mlsmated,
Tell her that her stockings sag;
I>et It candidly be stated
That her coat hangs like a bag;
To some quiet corner take her
And there criticise her skirt
If It Is your wish to make her
Love so hard her heart will hurt.
No Change, Indeed!
"But," said tho man who had gone
back to the little, old town, after
many years, "the change has not been
as great as I expected it would be.
Things look very much as they did
when I went away."
"No change," exclaimed the old in-
habitant, "gosh, I should say there had
been a change! My, just look around
you. Over there where Hammond's
livery used to be we've got a two-story
bank buildin'; Squire Harvey's built
an office onto the side of his house;
Mrs. Watson's had two new buildin's
put up inside of four Tears, and hain t
you noticed that there's an extra wing
on the hotel that wasn't there when
you went away? No change! Why,
say, this Is the metropolis of Kent
township now!"
Just Enough.
"I never could use money with a
clear conscience," said Mrs. Goodsole,
"that had been made in stocks. I never
could forget that somebody else had
lost it."
"That being the case," replied her
husband, "I guess I'll give to some
charity the $300 I made today."
"Oh, Charley! Did you, really? That
with the $300 I have saved will be Just
enough to pay for the European trip
that I've been dreaming of for years."
No Better Hot-Weather Beverage Than
Thla Preparation Haa Ever
Been Devlaed.
There la probably no drink more re-
freshing and none that can be more
attractively served than Iced tea. It
can be made before It 1b needed and
kept on hand, always chilled, in the
ice box, or it can be made at a mo-
ment's notice, provided there is plenty
of ice, plenty of fresh boiling ^atei
and the right sort of tea on hand.
There are two methods of making
iced tea and both have their expon-
ents. One says to put cracked Ice
In a glass and then put in a slice or
so of lemon arid, sweetness is liked, a
sufficient number of lumps of sugar.
Then make tea, rather strong, with
freshly boiling water. After the water
has stood on the ground for four or
five minutes pour the tea on the ice.
A safeguard against broken glasses
is to put a spoon in each glass. The
spoon serves aB a conductor of heat.
The other method for making iced
tea is more economical, for, according
to it the tea is made and poured into
a big bottle, fruit Jar or covered Jug
or pitcher, when it is sufficiently
strong and then stood in the ice box
until it is thoroughly chilled. Slices of
lemon and sugar can be added before
or after It is served, and a little
chopped ice adds not only to the deli-
clousness but also to the sound of the
tea—and nothing is more suggestive
of refreshment when the mercury is
climbing then the sound of tinkling ice
and glass.
BEST WAY OF DOING THINGS
Trio of Useful Aids to Good House-
wifery and Preservation of a Tran-
quil State of Mind.
To make candles last double the
usual time, take each candle by the
wick and give It a good coat of white
varnish. Put the candles away a day
or two to let them harden. The var-
nish prevents the grease from running
down and so prolongs the life of the
candle.
To remove scorch marks on linen
(unless they are very bad) cut
onion In half and rub the scorched
part with it; then soak in cold water
The marks will soon disappear under
this treatment If they can be reme-
died at all.
Tovclean light colored or drab cloth
spats or gaiters and shoetops, peel and
wash some potatoes, then grate them
Into a basin, and while quite wet ap-
ply to the surface of the gaiters and
shoetops. Put in the open air to dry
and then brush the grated potato oft
with a clean brush.
To mend a coal scuttle that has
holes In the bottom take a piece of
cork lino or linoleum and cut as near
as possible to the shape and size of
the bottom of the scuttle; then scrape
the bottom of the scuttle until It is
quite clean. Next apply a moderate
amount of glue, and also put some on
the piece of linoleum. Place the lino
or linoleum In the bottom of the coal
scuttle, fill up with coal and allow to
stand a few hours. It will then be
firmly set, and the scuttle will last
quite a long time, "as good as new."
elected
Olives
Every one from Seville, long famed
as the home of the world's best olives.
Only the pick of tho crop ia offered lo
you under the Libby label.
Sweet, Sour and Dill Pickles
Nature's finest, put up like the home-
made kind and all your trouble sevod.
Thia extra quality is true of
all Libby's Pickles and Con-
diments and there ia real
economy
in their use.
/nsisf on
Ubby '§
r Libby,'
McNeill 4
Libby
'«• Chicago
Throw Away
your complexion troubles with your
powder puff — no need of either
when you use pure, harmless
Pomade
"The ALL DAY BEAUTY POWDER"
At all dealers or by mail 50c.
Zona Co., Wichita, Kansas.
It'B easy to go to law, the trouble is
to get back.
For poisoned wounds use Hanford's
Balsam of Myrrh. Adv.
Tears are often more effective than
the most eloquent words.
Smile on wash day. That's when you use
Red Cross Ball Blue. Clothes whiter than
•now. All grocers. Adv.
Self-Evident.
"Why do you name that especial
kind of a hat band the "Vaudeville?' "
"Because, stupid, It's a headliner."
OBLIGING.
"Here," said the
customer, "la a
shoe button that
I found in the
salad."
"Well," replied
the proprietor of
cheap restaurant,
"why do you want
to tell me about It?"
"I merely wished to let you know
that I seemed to have proof that there
was something more than old rubber
In the stuff."
What He Needed Most.
Ragged Rogers—De lady in de next
house give me a piece of home-made
cake. Won't you give me somethin',
too?
Mrs. Spiteful—Certainly, I'll get you
a pepsin tablet—Boston Evening
Transcript. '
Probably Not.
"The cave man used to bang his
bride over the head with a club and
walk off with her."
"What of it?"
"I don't suppose the girls cared to
rehearse the ceremony as they do
nowadays."
Precisely at the time Courtlandt
stepped into the automobile outside
the war office, a scene, peculiar In
character, but Inconspicuous in that it
did not attract attention, was enacted
in the Gare de 1'EsL Two sober-vis-
aged men stood respectfully aside to
permit a tall young man In a Bavarian
hat to enter a compartment of the
second class. What could be seen of
of
the young man's face was full
entertains us during our idle eve- I smothered wrath and disappointment,
nings—ha! that's a different matter. | How he hated himself, for his weak-
Set Instantly that great municipal ma- ness, for his cowardice!
fhinery called the police in action;
Bell extra editions on the streets.
What ado!"
"What the devil makes you so bit-
ter?"
"Was I bitter? I thought I was
philosophizing." Courtlindt consulted
his watch. Half after four. "Come
over to the Maurice and dine with me
He was not
all bad. Knowing that he was being
watched and followed, he could not go
to Versailles and compromise her, use-
lessly. The devil take the sleek demon
of a woman who had prompted him to
commit so base an act!
"You will at least." he said, "deliver
that message which I have intrusted
to your care."
KEEP IN MIND WHEN WRITING
If One Would Be Classed as a Wel-
come Correspondent These Must
Be Remembered.
Be yourself, strive for the expres-
sion of your own thoughts, write with
all the force of your personality, and
you will be projecting your mind on
the mind of the friend who Is to draw
delight from your letter. Write with
the conscious wish to express truth-
fully and well that which you have
to say. abjure slovenly makeshift, and.
just as strongly, the Belf-consclous-
ness which keeps one eye on the pur-
pose In hand and one on effect.
Remember always that there is the
possibility of publicity for your let-
ter, and if you have malice, cruelty,
or uncharitableness In your mind, at
least see that you do not commit your
feelings to paper, to your possible con-
fusing at some later date, when kind-
liness has replaced your former harsh
judgment.
Remembering all these things, you
will have no need for the services of
a complete letter writer. Guided by
sincerity and truth, you may proceed
to give your thoughts the graven per-
manence of writing.
A Little Word.
How much a little word can mean;
It may bring gladness or despair;
Her heart was glad, her soul serene.
When he referred to her as "fair."
With sorrow's traces on her brow,
Few joys are left for her to share.
The world, once bright, is dismal now.
Because he calls her "pretty fair."
Boiled Peas and Beans.
My mother used to soak peas over
night (otherwise It takes all day to
boil them). In the morning wash them
and put In a kettle with twice as
much water as peas, a piece of salt
pork, let boil steadily, but be sure
to watch them, as the water bolls
away very soon. Add more, as you
must keep them very moist. Salt and
pepper to taste. They are very tasty,
we think, and then again mother used
to soak over night and in the morn-
ing wash and put In bean pot. Boil a
little first to soften them, with a piece
of pork (mixed), pepper and salt, and
bake like beanB, and they are fine. Wo
often on Wednesdays boll some beans
the same as peas, and they taste fine.
Hope you will try and like them.—•
Mary Clare, In Boston Globe.
Bluecoats Rescue Kitten.
A report was telephoned to the
West One Hundred and Sixty-second
street police station by Mrs. Emanuel
Levy of 7 Hamilton place that some
one had fallen into a culvert opposite
her home. Patrolman Nieand and two
other policemen were hurried to the
place. When they looked into the
sewer they saw a kitten swimming
about in the water ten feet below the
street level. It had fallen through a
four-Inch opening while chasing a ball.
The patrolmen spent half an hour fish-
ing for the kitten with a rake. When
they finally got It to the sidewalk It
ran between the patrolmen's legs and
disappeared around the corner.—New
York Times.
His Faith.
"Remember," said the preacher,
"that it will be as easy for a camel to
pass through the eye of a needle as
for a rich man to enter the kingdom of
heaven."
"Oh," replied the great magnate, "I
guess my lawyer will be able to get
me through on a technicality."
Caught.
"Would you," he asked, "propose to
a man if you were convinced that ha
loved you and was afraid to say so?"
"Ah," replied Miss Waitinlong, "how
clever you are! Who else would ever
have thought of letting me know in
such an original way that he wanted
me for his own?"
No Danger.
"Are you sure this horse will not
run away?" asked the man who was
getting into the buggy.
"Yep," replied the livery stable
keeper, "there ain't the least danger
that he'll run away, but he may trot
some comln' back."
Step Lively.
"You use different horns for differ-
ent dances, I suppose?" asked th 
sweet young thing.
"Oh, yes," replied the musician.
"What horn do you think best for a
puickstep?"
"Oh, the auto-horn, by all mean*."
Lamb a la Russe.
Serve lamb very tenderly cooked
With a brown gravy to which slices of
lemon and cucumber (gherkin) have
been added.
For the next course have ready a
rich pastry dough and roll it very thin,
a square in form. Spread this with a
Bavory forcemeat of chopped cooked
mushrooms, rice, hard-boiled eggs and
cold veal, moistened with butter and
broth, and roll it from edge to edge like
a "roly-poly." Put Into baking dish,
iprinkle the top with bread crumbs and
bake one hour. It is to be sliced and
served with a wine sauce.
Ginger Creams.
To one package of cream cheese add
a dozen seeded and finely chopped
table raisins. Take enough sirup
from preserved ginger to make with
one tablespoonful of whipped cream
1 spreading paste; one branch of the
ginger may be added If chopped or
ground very fine. Spread on rye
bread and cut Into rounds.
Not What She Would Call It.
"How well Mrs. Trlpsley bears hef
troubles. 1 declare, she looks as fresh
and fair as a young girl, yet she haa
buried two husbands."
"You don't call burying two hus-
bands trouble, do you?" replied Mra
Henpeck
Pineapple Ice.
Peel and Bllce a pineapple and re-
move the hard center; chop fine, and
bruise the pulp in a mortar, adding a
little lemon juice, a pint of water, and
eight tablespoonfifls of sugar. Mix all
together, pounding well, then strain
and freeze.
Practical Window Screens.
In making window screens, put
white netting on the outside of the
frame and black, on the ln«ide; thus
the vision of a person inside will not
be obstructed, while no one on the
outside can through the Mreeao.
HIT THE SPOT.
Postum Knocked Out Coffee Ails.
There's a good deal of satisfaction
and comfort in hitting upon the right
thing to rid one of the varied and
constant ailments caused by coffee
drinking.
"Ever since I can remember,"
writes an Ind. woman, "my father
has been a lover of his coffee, but the
continued use of it so affected his
stomach that he could scarcely eat at
times.
"Mother had coffee-headacne and
dizziness, and if I drank coffee for
breakfast I would taste it all day and
usually go to bed with a headache.
"One day father brought home a
pkg. of Postum recommended by our
grocer. Mother made it according to
directions on the box and it just ' hit
the spot" It has a dark, seal-brown
color, changing to golden brown when
cream is added, and a snappy taste
similar to mild, high-grade coffee, and
we found that its continued use speed-
ily put an end to all our coffee ills.
"That was at least ten years ago
and Postum has, from that day to
this, been a standing order of father's
grocery bill.
"When I married, my husband waa
a great coffee drinker, although he
admitted that It hurt him. When I
mentioned Postum he said he did not
like the taste of it. I told him I
could make It taste all right. He
smiled and said, try It. The result
was a success, he won't have any-
thing but Postum."
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read "The Road to
Wellvtlla," in pkgs.
Postum now comes In two forms:
Regular Postum—must be well
boiled—15c and 25o packages.
Instant. Postum—1b a soluble pow-
der. Made in the cup with hot war
ter—no boiling—30c and 50c tins.
The cost per cup of both kinds is
about the same.
"There's a Reason" for Postum.
—sold by Grocers.
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