THE KIOWA CHRONICLE
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North of Fifty-Three
BY BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR
(Copyright: Little, Brown A Co.)
CHAPTER XV—Continued.
—14—
lie rolled away In his ear, and Hazel
watched him from the window, a trifle
puzzled. She recalled Bill's remark
at luncheon. In the light of Brooks'
explanation, she could see nothing
wrong. On the other hand, she knew
Bill Wagstaff was not prone to Jump
at rash conclusions. If he objected to
certain manipulations of the Free Gold
Mining company, Ills objection was
likely to be based on substantial
grounds. At any rate, she hoped noth-
ing dlsagreeuble would come of It.
So she put the whole matter out of
her mind. She dressed, and went
whole-heartedly about her own affulrs.
Dinner time was drnwlng close when
she returned home. She sat down by
a window that overlooked the street
to watch for Bill. Six pnssed. The
half-hour chime struck on the mantel
clock. Hazel grew Impatient, petu-
lant, aggrieved. Dinner would be
served In twenty minutes. Still there
was no sign of him. And for lack of
other occupation she went into the hall
nnd got the evening paper, which the
carrier had Just delivered.
A startling headline on the front
page stiffened her to scandalized atten-
tion. Straight across the tops of two
columns It ran, a facetious caption:
WILLIAM WAGSTAFF IS A BEAR
Under that the subhead:
Husky Mining Man Tumbles Prices and
Brokers. Whips Four Men In Broad
Street Office. Slugs Another on
Change. His Mighty Fists Sub-
due Society's Finest. Finally
Lands In Jail.
The body of the article Hazel read
In what a sob sister would desciibe
as a state of mingled emotions.
William Wagstaff Is a mining gentleman
from the northern wilds of British Colum-
bia. He Is a big man, a natural-born
fighter. To prove this he Inflicted a black
eye and a spilt lip on Paul Lorimer, a
broken nose and sundry bruises on James
L. Brooks. Also Allen T. Bray and Ed-
ward Gurney Parkinson sutTered certain
contusions In the melee. The fracas oc-
curred In the office of the Free Gold Min-
ing Company, 1664 Broad street, at 3:110
this afternoon. While hammering the
brokers a police officer arrived on the
Beene and Wagstaff was duly escorted to
the city bastile. Prior to the general en-
counter In the Broad street office War-
staff walked Into the Stock Exchange, ami
made statements about the Free Gold Min-
ing Company which set all the brokers by
the ears. Lorimer was on the floor, and
received his discolored optic there.
A reporter was present when Wagstaff
walked on the floor of the Btock Ex-
change. He strode up to the post where
Lorimer was transacting business.
"I serve notice on you right now," he
said loudly and angrlty, "that If you sell
another dollar’s worth of Free Gold stock.
I'll put you out of business."
Ijorlmer appeared to lose his temper.
Rome word was passed which further In-
censed WagBtafr. He smote the broker
and the broker smote the floor. Wag-
staffs punch would do credit to a cham-
pion pugilist, from the execution It
wrought. He Immediately left the Stock
Exchange, and not long afterward Broad
street was electrified by sounds of combat
in the Free Gold office. It Is conceded
that Wagstaff had the situation and his
three opponents well In hand when the
con arrived.
None of the men concerned would dis-
cuss the me.tter. From the remarks drop-
ped by Wagstaff. however. It appears that
the policy of marketing Free Gold stock
was Inaugurated without his knowledge or
consent.
Be that as It may, all sorts of rumors
are In circulation, and Free Gold stock,
which has been sold during the past week
as high as a dollar forty, found few tak-
ers at par when Change closed. There
has been a considerable speculative move-
ment in the stock, and the speculators
are beginning to wonder If there is a
screw loose in the company affairs.
Wagstaffs case will come up tomorrow
forenoon. A charge of disturbing the
peace was placed against him. He gave
a cash bond and was at once released.
When the hearing comes some of the
parties to the affair may perchance di-
vulge what lay at the bottom of the row.
Any fine within the power of the court
to Impose Is a mere bagatelle, compared
to the distinction of scientifically man-
handling four of society’s finest In one
afternoon. As one bystander remarked in
tho classic phraseology of the street:
"Wagstaffs a hear!"
The brokers concerned might consider
this to have a double meaning.
nnzel dropped the paper, mortified
and wrathful. The city Jail seemed
tho very Pit Itself to her. And the
lurid publicity, the lifted eyebrows of
hor friends, maddened her in prospect.
Plain street brawling, such as one
might expect from a cabman or a taxi
mahout, not from a man like her hus-
band. She involuntarily assigned the
blame to him. Not for the eatise—the
cause was of no Importance whatever
to her—hut for the act Itself. Their
host friends! She could hardly realize
It. Jimmie Brooks, jovial Jimmie, with
a broken noso and sundry bruises!
And Paul Lorimer, distinguished Paul,
who had the courtly bearing which
was the despair of his fellows, and the
manner of a dozen generations of cul-
ture wherewith to charm the women
of Ills acquaintance. He with a biack
eye and a split lip! So the paper
stated. It was vulgar. Brutal I The
act of a cave man.
She was on the verge of tears.
And just at that moment tho door
opened, and in walked Bill.
CHAPTER XVI.
The Note Discordant.
Bill had divested himself of the
scowl. He smiled as a man who had
solved Borne knotty problem to his en-
tire satisfaction. Moreover, he bore
no mark of conflict, none of the con-
ventional scars of a rough-and-tumble
fight. For a moment Hazel found her-
self believing the Herald story a pure
canard. But ns he walked across the
room her searching guze discovered
that the knuckles of both his hands
were bruised and bloody, the skin bro-
ken. She picked up the paper.
"Is this true?" she asked tremulous-
ly, pointing to the offending headlines.
"Substantially correct,” he answered
coolly.
"Bill, how could you?” she cried.
"It’s simply disgraceful. Brawling in
public like any saloon loafer, nnd get-
ting In Jail and all. Haven't you uny
consideration for me—any pride?"
"Yes,” he said deliberately. “I have.
Pride in my word ns a man. A sort
of pride that won't allow any bunch
of llly-flngered crooks to make me a
party to any dirty deni. I don’t pro-
pose to get the worst of It in that way.
I won’t allow myself to be tarred with
their stick.”
"But they're not trying to give you
the worst of It," she burst out. Visions
of nttor humiliation arose to confront
and madden her. "You've Insulted nnd
abused our best friends—to say noth-
ing of giving us all the benefit of news-
paper scandal. We'll be notorious!”
“Best friends? God save the mark 1"
he snorted contemptuously. "Our best
friends, as you please to call them, are
crooks, thieves and liars. They’re rot-
ten. They stink with their moral rot-
tenness. And they have the gull to
call It good business."
"Just because their business meth-
ods don't agree with your peculiar
Ideas Is no reason why you should call
names,” she flared. "Mr. Brooks called
just after you left at noon. He to'd
me something about this, and assured
me that you wouW find yourself mis-
taken if you'd only take pains to think
it over. I don't believe such men us
they are would stoop ti anything
crooked.”
"So Brooks came around to talk It
over with you, eh?" Bill sneered. "Told
you It was all on the square, did he?
Explained it all very plausibly, I sup-
pose. Probably suggested that you try
smoothing me down, too. It would
be like 'em.”
“He did explain about this stock-
selling business,” Hazel replied defen-
sively. “And I can’t see why you find
It necessary to make a fuss. I don't
see where the cheating nnd crooked-
ness comes In. Everybody who buys
stock gets their money's worth, don’t
they? But I don’t care anything about
your old mining deal. It's this fighting
and quarreling with people who are
not used to that sort of brute action—
and the horrid things they’ll say and
think about us.”
“About you, yon mean—as the wife
of such a boor—that's wliat’s rubbing
you raw,” Bill flunn out passionately.
“You're acquiring the class psychology
good and fust. Did you ever think of
anybody but yourself? The petty-
iarceny incident of my knocking down
two or three men and being under ar-
rest as much as thirty minutes looms
up before you as the utter depths of
disgrace. Disgrace to you I It’s all
you—you I    How do you suppose it
strikes me to have my wife take sides
against me on snap judgment like
that? It shows a heap of faith and
trust and loyalty, doesn’t it? Oh, it
makes me real proud and glad of my
mate. It does.”
"If you’d explain,” Hazel began hes-
itatingly. She was thoroughly1 startled
at the smoldering wrath that tlared out
In this speech of his.
‘Til explain nothing," Bill flushed
stormily. “Not at this stage of the
game. I'm through explaining. I’m
going to act. I refuse to be raked over
"I Won't Go Back to Pine River or the
Klappan. I Won’t, I Tell You!"
the coals like a naughty child, and
then asked to tell why I did It. I’m
right, and when I know I’m right I’ll
go the limit. I’m going to take the
kinks out of this Free Gold deal Inside
of forty-eight hours. Then I’m through
with Grnnville. Hereafter I Intend to
fight shy of a breed of dogs who lose
every sense of square dealing when
there Is a bunch of money In sight. I
shall be ready to leave here within a
week. And I want you to be ready,
too.”
“I won’t,” she cried, on the verge of
hysterics. “I won’t go back to that
cursed silence and loneliness. You
made this trouble here, not I. I won't
go hack to Pine river, or the Klappan.
I won’t, 1 tell you!”
Bill stared at her moodily for a sec-
ond.
“Just as you please,” he said quietly.
He walked Into the spare bedroom.
Hazel heard the door'rlose gently be-
hind him, heard the soft click of a
well-oiled lock. Then she slumped,
gasping, In the wide-armed chair by
the window, ami the hot tours came lu
a blinding flood.
They exchanged only hare civilities
at the breakfast table, ami Bill at once
went downtown. When he was gone,
Hazel fidgeted uneasily ubout the
rooms.
When six o'clock brought Bill home,
she was coldly disapproving of him
nnd his affairs in their entirety, and at
no pains to hide her feelings. He fol-
lowed her into the living room when
the uncomfortable meal—uncomfort-
able by reason of the surcharged at-
mosphere—was nt an end.
"Let’s get down to bed rock, Hazel,”
he said gently. “Doesn't it seem rather
foolish to let u bundle of outside
troubles set up so much friction be-
tween us two? I don't want to stir
anything up; 1 don’t want to quarrel.
But I can’t stand this coldness and re-
proach from you.”
"I don't cure to discuss it at all,”
she flared up. "I've heard nothing
else all day but this miserable mining
business and your rulliunly method of
settling a dispute. I’d rather nut talk
ubout it."
“But we must talk ubout it,” he per-
sisted patiently. "You can’t get to the
bottom of anything without more or
less talk.”
"Talk yourself, then,” she retort-
ed ung lously. Ami with that she
ran out of the room.
But she had forgotten or underesti-
mated the catlike quickness of tier
man. He caught tier in the doorway,
and the grip of his fingers oil her arm
brought a cry of pain.
"Forgive me. I didn't mean to
hurt, he said contritely. "Be a good
girl. Hazel, and let’s get our feet on
earth again. Sit down ami put your
arm around my neck and lie my pul,
like you used to be. We’ve got no
business nursing any crime. I've only
stood for a square deal. Come on;
bury the hatchet, little person.”
“Let me go,” she sobbed, struggling
to be free. “I h-hnte you!”
"Please, little person. I can’t eat
humble pie more than once or twice.”
"Let me go,” she panted. “I don't
want you to touch me."
“Listen to me," he said sternly.
“I’ve stood about all of your nonsense
I’m able to stand. I’ve had to tight a
pack of business wolves to keep them
from picking my carcass, and, what’s
more Important to me, to keep them
from handing a raw deal to five men
who wallowed through snow and frost
and all kinds of hardship to make
these sharks a fortune. I’ve got down
to their level and fought them with
their own weapons—and the tiling is
settled. I said last night I’d he
through here inside a week. I’m
through now—through here. I have
business in the Klappan; to complete
this thing I’ve set my hand to. Then
I’m going to the ranch and try to get
the bad taste out of my mouth. I'm
going tomorrow. I've no desire or In-
tention to coerce you. You’re my wife,
and your place Is with me, if you cure
anything about me. And I want you.
You know that, don’t you? I wouldn’t
be begging you like this if I didn't.
I haven’t changed, nor had my eyes
dazzled by any false gods. But it’s
up to you. I don’t bluff. I’m going,
and if I have to go without you I
won’t come back. Think it over, und
just ask yourself honestly if it’s worth
while.”
He drew her up close to him nnd
kissed her on one anger-flushed cheek,
nnd then, as he had done the night be-
fore, walked straight away to the bed-
room and closed the door behind him.
Hazel slept little that night. A hor-
rid weight seemed to rest suffocating-
ly upon her. More than once she had
an Impulse to creep in there where
Bill lay and forget it all in the sweep
of that strong arm. But she choked
back the impulse angrily. She would
not forgive him. He had made her
suffer. For his high-handedness she
would make him suffer in kind. At
least, she would not crawl to him beg-
ging forgiveness.
When sunrise lnid a yellow beam,
nil full of dancing notes, across her
bed, she heard Bill stir, heard him
moving about the apartment with rest-
less steps. After a time she also
heard the unmistakable sound of a
trunk lid thrown back, and the move-
ments of him as he gathered his
clothes—so she surmised. But she did
not rise till the maid rapped on her
door with the eight o’clock salutation:
"Breakfast, ma’am.”
They made u pretense of eating.
Hazel sought a chair lu the living
room. A book lay open In her lap.
But the print ran Into blurred lines.
She could not follow the sense of the
words. An Incessant turmoil of
thought harassed her. Bill passed
through the room once or twice. De-
terminedly she Ignored him. The flnul
snnp of the lock on his trunk came
to her at last, the bumping sounds of
Its passage to the hall. Then n burly
expressmuo shouldered It Into his
wagon und drove away.
A few minutes after that BIU came
tn and took a seat facing her.
"What are you going to do, Hazel?"
ha asked soberly.
"Nothing,” she curtly replied.
“Are you going to sit down nnd fold
your hands and let our air castles come
tumbling about our cars, without mak-
ing the least effort to prevent?" he
continued gently. "Seems to me that’s
not like you at all. 1 never thought
you were a quitter."
"I'm not a quitter," she flung bark
resentfully. ”1 refuse to he brow-
beaten, that's all. There appears to
he only one choice—to follow you like
a land). And I'm not lamblike. I'd
say that you are the quitter. Toil
have stirred up all this trouble here
between us. Now you’re running away
from It. That’s how it looks to ine.
Go no I 1 cun get along.”
"I dure say you cun," he comment-
ed wearily. "Most of us can muddle
along somehow, no matter what hap-
pens. But it seems a pity, little per-
son. We had ull the chance In the
world. You've developed an abnormal
streak lately. If you'd Just break
away und come hack with me. You
don’t know whut good medicine those
old woods are. Won't you try It u
while?"
"I am not by nature fitted to lend
the hermit existence," she returned
sarcastically.
And even while her Ups were utter-
ing these various unworthy little bit-
terness) , she inwardly wondered at
her own words. It was not what she
Standing With His Hand on the Knob,
He Turned.
would have said, not at all what she
was half minded to say. But a devil
of perverseness spurred her. She was
full of protest against everything.
"I wish we’d had a baby,” Bill mur-
mured softly. “You'd be different.
You’d have something to live for be-
sides this frothy, neurotic existence
that has poisoned you against the
good, clean, healthy way of life. I
wish we'd had a kiddie. We'd have
a fighting chance for happiness now;
something to keep us saue, something
outside of our own ego to influence
us.*
“Thank God there isn’t one!" she
muttered.
“All, well,” Bill sighed, “I guess
there is no use. I guess we can’t get
together ou anything. There doesn't
seem to be any give-and-take between
us nny longer.”
He rose and walked to the door.
With his hand on the knob, he turned.
“I have fixed things at the bnuk for
you.” he said abruptly.
Then he walked out, without wait-
ing for an answer.
She heard the soft whir of the ele-
vator. A minute later she saw him on
the sidewalk, lie laid an overcoat on
his arm, a suitcase in his hauil. She
saw him lift a finger to halt a pass-
ing car.
It seemed incredible that he should
go like that. Surely lie would come
back at noon or at dinner time. She
laid always felt that under his gentle-
ness there was iron. But deep in her
heart she hud never believed him so
implacable of purpose where she was
concerned.
She waited wearily, stirring with
nervous restlessness from room to
room.
Luncheon passed. The afternoon
dragged by to a close. Dusk fell.
And when the night wrapped Gran-
ville in its velvet mantle, and the street
lights blinked away in shining rows,
siie cowered, sobbing, in the big chair
by the window.
lie was gone.
Gone, without even saying good-by 1
CHAPTER XVII.
A Letter From Bill.
All through the long night she lay
awake, struggling with the incredible
fact that Bill had left her; trying to
absolve herself from blame; flaring up
in anger at his unyielding attitude,
even while she was sorely conscious
that she herself had been stubbornly
unyielding. If he bad truly loved her,
she reiterated, lie would never bave
made it an issue between them. But
that was like a man—to insist on his
own desires being made paramount;
to blunder on headlong, no matter
what antagonisms he aroused. And
he was completely in the wrong, she
reasserted.
She recapitulated it all. Through
the winter he had consistently with-
drawn into his shell. For her friends
and for most of her pleasures he had
ut best exhibited only toleruuce. And
he had ended by outraging both them
and her, and on top of that demanded
that she turn her back at twenty-four
hours’ notice, on Granville nnd all Its
associations and follow him Into a wil-
derness thnt she dreaded. She had
full right to her resentment. As his
partner In the chancy enterprise of
marriage wore not her feelings and de-
sires entitled to equal consideration?
He had assumed the role of dictator.
Aral she had revolted. That was all.
She was justified.
Eventuully she slept. At ten o'clock, j
heavy-eyed, suffering tin Intolerable
headache, she rose und dressed.
Beside her plate lay a thick letter
addressed In Bill's handwriting. She
drank her coffee und went hack to the
bedroom before she opened the en- i
vclope. By the postmurk she saw
that it had been mulled on u train.
“Dear Girl:    1 have caught my
breath, so to speak, but I doubt if cv-r
a more forlorn cuss listened to the
interminable clicking of car wheels.
I am tempted at each station to turn
hack nml try again. It seems so un-
real, this parting in hot auger, so mis- ,
erably unnecessary. But when I stop
to sum It up iiguin, 1 see no use In <
another appeal. 1 could come hack—
yes. Only the certain knowledge that
giving in like that would scud us spin-
ning once more In a vicious circle pre-
vents me. 1 didn't believe It possible
that we could get so far apart. Nor
Unit a succession of little things could
cut so weighty a figure In our lives.
And perhaps you are very sore and
resentful at me this morning for be-
ing so precipitate.
"I couldn't help It, Hazel. It seemed
the only way. It seems so yet to me. 1
There was nothing more to keep me
In Granville—everything to make me
hurry away. If I had weakened nnd
temporized with you it would only
no un the deferring of Just what has
happened. When you declared your-1
self flatly and repeatedly It seemed j
hopeless to argue further. 1 inn a poor
pleadof, perhaps; and l do not believe j
in compulsion between us. Whatever
you do you must do of your own voli-
tion, without pressure from me. We
couldn't lie happy otherwise. If 1
compelled you to follow me against
yi ur desire we should only drag mis-
ery in our train.
"I couldn't even say good-by. I
didn't even want it to he good-by. I
didn't know If I could slick to my
determination to go unless I went ns
I did. And my reason told me that if
there must be a break it would better
come now than after long-drawn-out
bickerings and bitterness. If we are
so diametrically opposed where we
thought we stood together we have
made a mistake that no amount of ad-
justing, nothing hut separate roads,
will rectify. Myself I refuse to be-
lieve that we have made such a mis-:
take. I don't think that honestly und
deliberately you prefer an exotic, use-
less, purposeless, parasitic existence
to the normal, wholesome life we hap- j
plly planned. But you are obsessed,
intoxicated—I can't put it any better
—and nothing hut u shock will soner
you. If I’m wrong, if love nnd Bill’s
companionship can’t lure you away
from these other things—why, I sup-
pose you will consider It an ended
chapter. In that case you will not
suffer. The situation as It stands will
| lie a relief to you. If, on the other j
hand, It’s merely a stubborn streak,
that won't let you admit that you've
carried your proud little head on an
overstiff neck, do you think it’s worth 1
the price? I don’t.
“I’m not scolding, little person. I’m
sick and sore at the pass we've come :
to. No fool pride cun close my eyes
to the fact or keep me from admitting
freely that I love you just as much
und want you as longingly as I did
the day I put you aboard the Stanley
D. at Bella Coolu. I thought you were
stepping gladly out of my life then.
And I let you go freely and without
anything hut a dumb protest against
fate, because It was your wish. I can
step out of your life again—if it is
your wish. But I can’t imprison my-
self in your cities. I’m neither an
idler nor can I become a legalized buc-
caneer. I have nothing hut contempt
for those who are. Mind you, this Is
not so sweeping a statement as It
sounds. No one has a keener appre-
ciation of wlmt civilization means than
I. Out of it has arisen culture and
knowledge, much of what should make
tiie world a better place for us all. But
somehow this doesn’t apply to the
mass, and particularly not to the cir-
cles we Invaded in Granville. With
lure and there a solitary exception
that class is hopeless In its smug self-
satisfaction—its narrowness of out-
look, and unblushing exploitation of
tile less fortunate, repels me.
"And to dabble my hands In their
muck, to settle down and live my life
according to their bourgeois standards,
to have grossness of soft flesh replace1
able sinews, to submerge mentality In
favor of a specious craftiness of mind
which passes in the ‘city’ for bruins
—well, I'm on the road. And. oh, girl,
girl. I wish you were with me.
"I must explain this mining deal—
that phase of it which sent me on the
rampage In Granville. I should have
done so before, should have Insisted
on making it clear to you. The other
side had been presented to you rather
cleverly at the right time. And yon?
ready acceptance of it angered me t-3-
yoml bounds. You were prejudiced, j
It stirred me to n perfect fury to think
you couldn't be absolutely loyal to
your pal. When you took that position
I simply couldn't attempt expluna- :
tions. Do you think I'd ever have tak-
en the other fellow’s side against you,
right or wrong?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Birds’ Nest Soup.
The birds’ nests from which the far-
famed Chinese soup Is made are built
by a species of swallow that abounds
on the coasts of Javu, Ceylon and Bor-
neo, and consists of a gelatinous sub-
stance obtained from marine plants.
The nests are boiled either lu chicken
broth or In milk of almonds, and the
result very much resembles vermicelli
soup, except that tt Is far more costly
A CHILD DOESN’T
LAUGH AND PLAY
IF CONSTIPATED
LOOK, MOTHER! IS TONGUE
COATED, BREATH FEVERISH
AND STOMACH SOUR?
'CALIFORNIA SYRUP OF FIGS"
CAN'T HARM TENDER STOM-
ACH, LIVER, BOWELS.
A laxative today saves n sick child
tomorrow. Children simply will not
take the time from play to empty their
bowels, which become clogged up with
waste, liver gets sluggish, stomach
sour.
Look nt the tongue, mother! It
coated, or your child Is listless, cross,
feverish, hreuth had, restless, doesn’t
eat heartily, fall of cold or has sore
throat or any other children's ail-
ment, give a teuspoonful of "Cali-
fornia Syrup of Figs," then don't
worry, because it is perfectly harm-
less, and In a few hours ull this con-
stipation poison, sour bile and fer-
menting waste will gently move out of
the bowels, and you have a well, play-
ful child again. A thorough "Inside
cleansing" Is oftimes all that is neces-
sary. It should be the first treatment
given in any sickness.
Beware of counterfeit fig syrups.
Ask your druggist for u bottle of "Cal-
ifornia Syrup of Figs," which has
full directions for bullies, children of
all ages nnd for grown-ups plainly
printed on the bottle. Look cnrefully
and see that It Is made by the “Cali-
fornia Fig Syrup Company."—Adv.
Left It to the Court.
In < tliio a negro was arrested on a
eluirge of horse theft and was duly
| Indicted and brought to trial. When
Ills dny in court came he was taken
before the Judge and the prosecuting
! attorney solemnly read the charge In
tile indictment to him.
Then the prosecuting attorney put
Hie question:    “Are you guilty or not
i guilty?"
The negro rolled uneasily In his
elntir. “Well, boss," he finally said,
"ain't Hat the very thing we’re about
to try to find out?"
On the Anxious Seat
Mrs. Hedd—Is that young man In the
automobile waiting for you?”
Miss It odd—Yes, mother.
“Well, why do you keep him there
tooting Ills horn? Why don't you
hurry?”
“1 don't want to appear to he too
' anxious, mother. I want to land him."
“Well, I know, dear; hut lie’s been
looting for you for fifteen minutes.”
"I know it. mother. And the more
he 'honks' the more he appears to
1 want me."
Practical Talent.
‘•What a wonderful touch that writ-
er has!" “He has, Indeed. He can
borrow money from anybody."
To Some Extent.
"Mrs. Gaddy claims that she made
her husband.'' "So she did; she made
a fool of him."
Combine
1
- Tfie
f
i:
UrainS.
That's what is done
in making GrdD(!:NutS
fcod — barley and
other grains are
used with wheat.
Ihis adds to food
value and flavor,
and the sum total
requires less wheat.
The malted barley
in Grape=Nuts also
helps digest other
foods.
!| For an economical,
nourishing and
delicious food,
fry
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