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THE PERKINS JOURNAL
me am spy
• • The Mystery of a Silent Love * *
4rChew&rWILLIAM LI QUEUX
'(j AUTHOR of‘Tr.l CLOSED BOOK," ETC* ^
ILLUSTRATIONS C D RHODES/
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synopsis.
TT.e riu-ht Is* narrowly »fM‘k
In L»(h/m b^rbur Gordon Gr<-**. kx"uin
t*n*r» for 'hr Brlt.nn tr.r.oul. I* c*)!*o
upon by Hornby th *- l^la’t owner, and
<3:nea aboard with him and hla frirnd.
Hylton Oioter. th* ya< M he ac
ridrntally arm a room full of arma af»d
ammunition and a torn pbotoyraph of a
yonnr nirl. That night the cor.a jl'» aafe
l» robbed and th* I»!a pul* aiwJdenly to
a*a Th *■ pollr* fir.d that Hornby la a
fraud and th* Iy<iai r.arrie a false one.
Greer visits Capt J*/ k DurnfoM of the
marines aboard h!s vessel, and la sur-
prl»*d to learn that Lturnford knows,
out will nett re-.eal, the rr.ys'ery of the
I>ila "ft poneerns a worr.an In Istn-
don Or+KK la trapped nearly to hla death
by a former servant, Ollnto who repents
In time to save him. but not to (five a rea-
son for hla treaerery. V -itlng In Dum-
fries GreriC meets Muriel I.*lthro'jrt,
»b Is utranrely afferted at the mention
of the Ixda Hornby appears Muriel In-
trod jee-t Hornby as Martin Woodroffe,
her father's friend.
“And you will probably spend a
rood deal of time yachtingT‘ I sug-
gested. my eyes fixed upon her in or-
der to watch the result of my poiDted
remark. But she controlled berself
perfectly.
“Mr. Woodroffe ha* gone up to town,
your mother says.”
"Yes. He received a wire, and had
eral occasions 1 followed l tm tn secret,
and found to my surprise that although
he made long detours la various direc-
tion* yet he always arrived at the
aame spot at the same hoar—Cve
o’clock.
The place where be baited was on
the edge of a dark wood on the brow
of a hill about three miles from Han
noth. Leithcourt never went there di-
rect. but always so timed his walks
that he arrived Just at five, and re-
mained there smoking cigarette* until
half-past, as though awaiting the ar-
rival of some person be expected.
In my youth I had sat many a quiet
hour there in the darkening gloom
and knew the wood well, and was able
to watch the tenant of Rannoch from
points where he least suspected the
presence of another. Once, when 1
was alone with Muriel, 1 mentioned
her father's capacity for walking alone,
whereupon she said:
“Oh. yes. he was always fond of
walking. He used to take me with
him when we first came here, but he
tn leave Immediately. It was an awful a;wayg went w Ur tbmt , refused to
bore, for we had arranged to go for a
CHAPTER IV.—Continued.
"Of course. They've been engaged
nearly a year, but he's been abroad un
til quite lately. He Is rather close
about his own affairs, and never talks
about his travel* arid adventures, al
though one day Mr. Leithcourt de
dared that his hairbreadth escapes
Would make a most exciting book If
ever written."
"Leithcourt and he are evidently
most Intimate friends."
“Oh, quite Inseparable!" she
laughed. "And the other man who is
always with them Is that short, stout,
red-faced eld fellow standing over
there with the lady In pale blue. Sir
Tghtred Gardner. Mr. Woodroffe has
nicknamed him *81^ Putrid.’ And we
both laugh-d. "Of course, don't say I
said so." she whispered. "They don't
call him that to his face, but It's so
easy to make a mistake In his name
when he's not within hearing. We
women don’t care for him, so the nick-
name just fits.”
And she gossiped on, telling me
much that I desired to know regarding
the new tenant of Itannoch and his
friends, and more especially of that
man who had first introduced himself
to me In the consulate at Leghorn.
Half an hour later my uncle's car-
riage was announced, and I left with
the distinct impression that there was
some deep mystery surrounding the
LeKhcourts. Whatever the reason. I
had become filled with grave appre-
hensions. The "mystery grew deeper
day by day, and was inexplicable.
During the week that followed 1
sought to learn all I oould regarding
the new people at the castle.
“They are taken up everywhere,"
declared my aunt when 1 questioned
her. “Of course, we knew very little
of them, except that they had a shoot
up near Fort William two years ago,
and that they have a town house in
Green street. They are evidently
rather smart folks. Don't you think
so?"
"Judging from their house party,
yes," I responded. "They are about as
gay a crowd as one could find north
of Carlisle Just at present."
"Exaxctly. There are some well-
known people among them, too,” said
my aunt. "I've asked them over to-
morrow afternoon, and they’ve ac-
cepted."
"Excellent!" I exclaimed, for I want-
ed an opportunity for another chat
with the dark eyed girl who was en-
gaged to the man whose alias was
Hornby. I particularly desired to as-
certain the reason of her fear when I
picnic to Dutidrennan abbey yester-
day."
"fiat he'll be Lack here again, won’t
he?"
"I really don't know. It seems quite
uncertain. I had a letter this morn-
ing which said be might have to go
over to Hamburg on business, instead
of coming up to us again."
There was disappointment In her
voice, and yet at the same time I
could not fall to recognixe how the
man to whom she was engaged had
fled from Scotland because of my pres-
ence.
As we passed along those graveled
walks It somehow became vividly im-
pressed upon me that her marriage
was being forced upon her by her par-
ents. Her manner was that of one
who was concealing some strange and
terrible secret which she feared might
be revealed. There was a distant look
of unutterable terror In those dark
eyes as though she existed in some
constant and ever-present dread. Of
she'd be most gratified- -or at least,
she ought to be."
At which I stalled, preferring that
she should adopt that theory in pref-
erence to any other.
She spoke frankly, as a pore honest
girl would speak. She was not Jealous,
but she neverthless resented—as wom-
en do resent such things—that 1 should _______— _
fall tn love with a friend's photograph. I someone moving stealthily among the
There was a mystery surrounding j (alien leaves. Seizing my gun, I de
that tom picture; of that I was abso- | manded who was there.
cry—that tingle word «f reproach-
sounded in my ears, and It teemed
plain that the had been struck down
ruthlessly after an exchange of angry
words.
1 felt in my pocket for my vestaa,
but unfortunately my box was empty.
Yet Just at that moment my strained
ears caught a sound—the sound of
Th* Picture Was That
Girl.
Young
bad
course she told me nothing of her own
feelings or affections, yet 1 recognized
In both her words and her hearing a
curious apathy—a want of the real en-
thusiasm of affection. Woodroffe. much
her senior, wbb her father's friend, and
it therefore seemed to mu more than
likely that Leithcourt was pressing a
matrimonial alliance upon his daugh-
ter for some ulterior motive. She was
perplexed; she longed to confide and
seek advice of someone, yet by reason
mentioned_the Lola, and whether o( f'0"10 hldden a,,d 'Upward circum-
she possessed any knowledge of Hyl-
ton Chater.
The opportunity came to me In due
course, for next afternoon the Rannoch
party drove over in two large brakes,
and with other people from the neigh
borhood and a bpinl from Dumfries, my
aunt's grounds presented a gay and
animated scene.
As I expected, Woodroffe did not ac-
company the party. Mrs Leithcourt. a
slightly fussy little woman, apologized
for his absence, explaining that he had
been recalled to London suddenly a
few days before, but wbr returning to
Rannoch again at the end of the week.
"We couldn’t afford to lose him,”
she declared to my aunt. "He la so
awfully humorous—his droll sayings
and antics keep us In a perfect roat
each night at dinner, lie's such a per-
fect mimic."
1 turned away and strolled with
'Muriel, pleading an excuse to show
her my uncle's beautiful grounds, not
a whit less picturesque than those of
the rustle, aud perhaps rather better
kept.
'I only heard yesterday of your en-
gagement, Miss Leithcourt," I re-
marked presently when we were alone.
“Allow me to offer my best congratuln
lions. When you Introduced me to
Mr. Woodroffe the other day I had no
Idea that ho was to be your husband.”
She glanced at me quickly, and I saw
In ht-r dark eyes a look of suspicion.
Then she flushed slightly, aud laugh-
ing uneasily said, in a blank, hard
voice :
"It's very good of you, Mr. Gregg, to
wish me all sorts of such pleasant
thliei* ’’
'And when Is the huppy event to
take place?”
■"he date Is not exactly fixed—early
next veHr. 1 believe,” and 1 thought
she sighed
stance her Ups were sealed.
1 tried to question her further re-
garding Woodroffe, of what profession
he followed and of his past, but she
evidently suspected me, for I had un-
fortunately mentioned the Lola.
Martin Woodroffe did not rejoin the
house party at Rannoch. Although 1
remained the guest of my uncle much
longer than 1 Intended. Indeed right
through the shooting season, tn order
to watch the Lelthcourts, yet as far as
we could judge they were extremely
well-bred people and very hospitable.
We exchanged a good many visits and
dinners, and while my uncle several
times Invited Leithcourt and his
friends to hlB shoot with al fresco
luncheon, which the ladles Joined, the
tenant of Rannoch always Invited us
back in return.
Thus 1 gained many opportunities of
talking with Muriel, and of watching
her closely. I had the reputation of
being a confirmed bachelor, and on ac-
count of that It seemed that she was
in no way averse to my companion-
ship. She could handle a rook rifle as
well as any woman, and was really a
very fair shot. We often found our-
selves alone trumping across the wide
open moorland, or aloug those delight
ful glens of the Nithsdale, glorious In
the autumn tints of their luxurious
foliage.
Her father, on the other hand,
seemed to view me with considerable
Suspicion, and I could easily discern
that I was only asked to Rannoch be-
cause It was impossible to invite my
uncle without Including myself.
His pronounced antipathy towards
me caused me to watch him surrepti-
tiously, and more closely than perhaps
I should otherwise have done. He was
a man of gloomy mood, and often he
would leave his guests and take walks
alone, musing and brooding. On sev-
go any more.
She never once mentioned Wood-
roffe. 1 allowed her plenty of oppor-
tunity for doing so, chaffing her about
her forthcoming marriage in order that
she might again refer to him. But
never did his name pass her lips. I
understood that he had gone abroad—
that was all.
Often when alone I reflected upon
my curious adventure on that night
when I met Ollnto, and of ray narrow
escape from the bands of my unknown
enemies. I wondered if that ingenious
and dastardly attempt upon my life
bad really any connection with that
strange Incident at Leghorn. As day
succeeded day, my mind became filled
by Increasing suspicion. Mystery sur-
rounded me on every hand. Indeed,
by one curious fact alone it was in-
creased a hundredfold.
Late one afternoon, when I had been
out shooting all day with the Rannoch
party, I drove back to the castle In
the Perth cart with three other men,
and found the ladies assembled in the
! great hall with tea ready. A welcome
log fire was blazing In the huge old
grate, for in October it is chilly and
damp in Scotland and a fire Is pleasant
at evening.
Muriel was seated upon the high
padded fender—like those one has et
clubs—which always formed a cozy
spot for the ladies, especially after
dinner. When I entered, she rose quick-
ly and handed me my cup, exclaiming
as she looked at me:
"Oh, Mr. Gregg! What a state you
are In!”
" Yes, I was after snipe, and slipped
into a bog," I laughed. “But it was
early this morning, and the mud has
dried.”
"Come with me, and I’ll get you a
brush.” she urged. And 1 followed her
through the long corridors and up-
stairs to a small sitting-room which
was her own little sanctum, where she
worked and read—a cozy little place
with two queer old windows in the
colossal wall, and a floor of polished
oak, and great black beams above. As
my eyes wandered around the room
they suddenly fell upon an object
which caused me to start with pro-
found wonder—a cabinet photograph
In a frame of crimson leather.
The picture was that of a young girl
—a duplicate of the portrait I had
found torn across and flung aside on
board the Lola!
The merry eyes laughed out at me
as I stood stating at It In sheer be-
wilderment.
"What a pretty girl!" I exclaimed
quickly, concealing my surprise. "Who
Is she?"
My companion was silent a moment,
her dark eyes meeting mine with a
strange look of Inquiry.
"Yes,” she laughed, "everyone ad-
mires her. She was a schoolfellow of
mine—Elma Heath.”
"Heath!" 1 echoed. "Where was
she at school with you?”
“At Chichester."
“Long ago?"
“A little over two years ago.”
“She's very beautiful!" 1 declared,
taking up the photograph and discov-
ering that It bore the name of the same
well-known photographer in New Bond
street as that I had found on the car-
pet of the Lola In the Mediterranean.
"Yes. She’s really prettier than her
photograph. It hardly does her jus-
tice."
“And where Is she now?”
"Why are you so very Inquisitive,
Mr. Gcegg?” laughed the handsome
girl. "Have you actually fallen In love
with her from her picture?"
'Tm hardly given to that kind of
thing, Miss Leithcourt,” I answered
with mock severity. "1 don’t think even
my worst enemy could call me a flirt,
could she?”
“No. I will give you your due,” she
declared. “You never do flirt. That
Is why I like you.”
"Thanks for your candor. Miss Leith
court,” I said.
"Only,” she added, "you seem smit-
ten with Elma’s charms."
“I think she's extremely pretty,” 1
remarked, with the photograph still In
my hand. “Do you ever see her now?”
“Never," she replied. “Since the
day I left school we have never met.
She was several years younger than
myself, and I heard that a week after
I left Chichester her people came and
took her away. Where sl.e Is now I
have no idea. Her people lived some-
where in Durham. Her father was a
doctor.”
“Then you have heard absolutely
nothing as to her present position or
vhereabouta—whether she la married,
for Instance?”
"Ah!” she cried mischievously. “You
betray yourself by your own words
You have fallen In love with her. I
really believe, Mr. Gregg. If she knew, |
lately certain. The remembrance of
that memorable evening when 1 ttad
dined on board the Lola arose vividly
before me. Why had the girl’s por-
trait been so ruthlessly destroyed?
Hour by heur the mystery surrounding
the Leithcourts became more inscrut-
able. more intensely absorbing. I had
searched a copy of the London direc-
tory at the Station hotel at Carlisle,
and found that no house in Green
street was registered as occupied by
the tenant of Rannoch; and. further,
when I came to examine toe list of
guests at the castle, I found that they
were really persons unknown In so-
ciety. Leithcourt seemed to possess
a long pocket and smiled upon those
parasites, officers of doubtful com-
mission and younger sprigs of the
pseudo-aristocracy who surrounded
him, while his wife, keen-eyed and of
superb bearing, was punctilious con-
cerning all points of etiquette, and at
the same time indefatigable that her
mixed set of guests should enjoy a
really good time.
Next day I shot with the Carmichaels
of Crossburn, and about four o'clock,
after a good day, took leave of the
party in the Black Glen, and started
off alone to walk borne, a distance of
about six miles. It was already grow-
ing dusk, and would be quite dark,
knew, before 1 reached my uncle's
house. My most direct way was to
follow the river for about two miles
and then strike straight across the
large dense woods, and afterwards
There was, however, no response.
The instant 1 spoke the movement
ceased. . . I
It seemed evident that a tragedy had
occurred, and that the victim at my
feet was a woman. But who? *
Of a sudden, while 1 stood hesitat-
ing. blaming myself for being without
matches, I heard the movement re- ,
peated. Someone was quickly reced
tug—escaping from the spot. I sprang
through the gap, straining my eyea
into the gloom, and as I did so could
Just distinguish a dark figure receding
quickly beneath the wall of the wood
In an instant I dashed after it. Down
the steep bill to the Scarwater I fol
lowed the fugitive, crossing the old
footbridge near Penpont, and then up
a wild winding glen towards ths
Cairnmore of Deugh. For a couple ol
miles or more I was close behind, UP
tn, at a turn in the dark wooded glen
where It branched in two directions. I
lost all trace of the person who flew
from me. Whoever it was they had
very cleverly gone into hiding in the
undergrowth of one or other of the two
gleD8—which, I could not decide.
I stood out of breath, the perspira-
tion pouring from me, undecided how
to act.
Was it Leithcourt himself whom 1
had surprised?
That idea somehow became tm
pressed upon me, and I suddenly re-
solved to go boldly across to Rannoch
and ascertain for myself. Therefore,
with the excuse that I was belated on
, my walk home. 1 turned back down
the glen, and half an hour afterward
entered the great well-lighted hall of
the castle where the guests, ready
dressed, were assembling prior to dtn-
Vienna
Sausage
d Sliced Dried Beef
Both contain less heat producing
properties than heavy meats.
Try them (or summer luncheons
and picnic tidbits.
Libby, McNeill * Libby
Chicago
Insist on Libby’s at
year grocer’s
ner.
1 was welcomed warmly, and Just
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r , c_l_ Bieetrie light *l»nt: tro*in*»» v*jinr
s Of Okie i,t,od in»*stiir»t«>a. *•■ a 1 '“t *•-
Th* Summing Up.
“Which nations do you think are
going tc win in the war?”
"Well, as to that, I think they al)
have a fighting chance.” *
DO NOT HESITATE
To Use Cutlcura on Skin-Tortured
Babies. Trial Free,
A hot bath with Cutlcura 8oap and
gentle application of Cutlcura Oint-
ment at once relieve, permit rest and
sleep and point to speedy healment
of eczemas, rashes, itchings and Irri-
tations of infants and children even
In severe cases.
Sample each free by mail with Book.
Address postcard, Cutlcura, Dept. XY,
Boston. Sold everywhere.—Adv.
Covering Cream Cans.
A great part of the value of keeping
then Leithcourt himself Joined his cream cool on the farm and at the
guests, ready dressed in his dinner
jacket, having just descended from his
room.
“Hulloa. Gregg!” he exclaimed heart
ily, holding out his hand. “Had a long
day of it, evidently. Good sport with
Carmichael—eh ?”
"Very fair." I said. "I remained
longer with him than I ought to have
done, and have got belated on my way
home, so looked In for a refresher."
"Quite right,” he laughed merrily.
"You’re always welcome, you know
I’d have been annoyed if I knew yoa
bad passed without coming In."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
BROUGHT ACTION TO AN END
I Listened, Trying to Distinguish the
Words Uttered.
over a wide moor full of treacherous
bogs and pitfalls for the unwary.
My gun over my shoulder, I had
walked on for about three-quarters of
an hour, and had nearly traversed the
wood, at that hour so dark that I had
considerable difficulty In finding my
way, when-eof a sudden—I fancied 1
distinguished voices.
I halted. Yes. Men were talking
in low tones of confidence, and In that
calm stillness of evening they appeared
nearer to me than they actually were.
I listened, trying to distinguish the
words uttered, but could make out
nothing. They were moving slowly to-
gether, In close vicinity to myself, for
their feet stirred the dry leaves, and I
could hear the boughs cracking as
they forced their way through them.
Of a sudden, while standing there
not daring to breathe lest I should be-
tray my presence, a strange sound
fell upon my eager earB.
Next moment 1 realized that I was at
that place where Leithcourt so persist-
ently kept his disappointed tryst, har-
ing approached it from within the
wood.
The sound alarmed me, and yet it
was neither an explosion of fire arms
nor a startling cry for help.
One vord reached me In the dark-
n*rs—one single word of bitter and
withering reproach.
Heedless of the risk I ran and the
peril to which 1 exposed myself, 1
dashed forward with a resolve to pene-
trate the mystery, until I came to the
gap tn the rough stone wall where
Leithcourt’8 habit was to halt each day
at sundown.
There, In the falling darkness, the
sight that met my eyes at the spot
held me rigid, appalled, stupefied.
In that instant I realized the truth—
a truth that was surely the strangest
ever revealed to any man.
Appearance of the "Deceased’’ In
Chancery Court a Blow to Army
of Lawyers.
It was a suit in chancery, and there
was a great gathering of the de-
ceased's family, quarreling, as rela-
tives will, over the division of the
spoils. The lawyers engaged chuckled,
for the suit seemed likely to be pro-
longed and complicated.
There were many lawyers, too, and
the judge marveled at the immensity
of the deceased man’s family as silk
and stuff rose in rapid succession. In-
troducing themselves with the usual
formula: "And 1, my lord, am for the
nephews, or nieces, or fifteenth cousins
removed, as the case may be, of the
deceased." The procession seemed in-
terminable, but at last It came to an
end- Then a small voice was heard
timidly saying from the back of the
court, "May I be allowed to apeak, my
lord?”
There was dead silence as his lord-
ship adjusted his spectacles and asked,
rather dejectedly. “Who are you?"
The answer was, to say the leaat,
unexpected.
"I am the deceased, my lord.” said
the modest voice from the back of the
court. That ended the action.
Quite unknown to hla relatives, the
"deceased” had turned up from the
wllda of Rhodesia. Obviously a man
of humor, he must have taken a de-
light in watching how "the best-laid
schemes of mice and men gang aft
agley "
station or creamery is lost if the
cream is exposed to the direct rays of
the sun while being hauled from the
farm to the point of sale. Far too
few people stop to realize the impor-
tance of covering their cream cans
when bringing them in to town. Ex-
pensive jacketed ettns are not a nec-
essity to keep the cream cool. In
summer weather just an ordinary
piece of wet burlap thrown over the
cans will keep the temperature of the
cream as much as 20 degrees below
what it would rise to If left uncovered
while being transported over the av-
erage hauling distance.
News From the Front.
Vicar (who had called to read a let-
ter to one of his parishioners from her
son at the front)—Your son, Mrs. Cod-
ling, has been fighting in the trenches.
For a whole week he was standing up
to his neck in water!
Mrs. Codling—Well, I never! This
war is doing some funny things, sir,
to be sure. We couldn't get im to put
water anywhere near 'Is neck when ’•
wos at 'ome!—London Tit-Bits.
The Latest.
“You ought to see my new flat.”
"Any special features?’’
"Well, I should say. A folding stove
and a built-in piano.'
Lots of girls tmt on airs, evep.-Ahe
air of innocence.
IT 8LUGS HARD.
Coffee a 8ure and Powerful Bruiser.
CHAPTER V.
Contains Certain Confidences.
As I dashed forward to the gap In
the boundary wall of the wood, I near-
ly stumbled over a form lying across
the narrow path.
So dark waa it beneath the trees
that at first I could not plainly make
out what it was until 1 bent and my
hands touched the garments of a worn
an. Her hat had fallen off, for I felt
It beneath my feat, while the cloak
was a thick woolen one.
Waa she dead. I wonder ad I That
Japanese.
The brightest, best tempered and
most polite people In the world are
the Japanese. They absolutely do
not know what It is to quarrel, and It
Is said that if yon throw a stone at
a dog or cat tn Japan, the animal
stands and starea at you in amaze-
ment—It actually doesn’t know what
cruelty means. The Japs are a Jolly
people and fond of a Joke, and they
are generous and trustful to a marked
degree. They also have a strong sense
of pride, and travelers relate a pecu-
liar Instance of this trait. If a trav-
eler is annoyed by being followed by
a crowd—which, however. Is always
quiet and respectful—he can cause It
to melt away like snowflakes on a hot
stove by simply halting and holding
out a coin. The Japs feel hurt at
being taken for mendicants. Fancy
what the result would be If a traveler
adopted this expedient In the fee-tak-
ing cities of Europe. He would be al-
most torn to pieces by the crowd try- ageg*
ing to get the coin.
"Let your coffee slave be denied bin
cup at its appointed time! Headache—
sick stomach—fatigue. I know it all
in myself, and have seen it In others.
Strange that thinking, reasoning be-
ings will persist in its use,” says a To-
peka man.
lie says further that he did not be-
gin drinking coffge until be was twen-
ty years old, and that slowly it began
to poison him, and affect hlB hearing
through hlB nervous system.
“Finally, 1 quit coffee and the condi-
tions slowly disappeared, but one cold
morning the smell of my wife’s coffee
was too much for me and I took a
cup. Soon I was drinking my regular
allowance, tearing down brain and
nerves by the daily dose of the nefa-
rious beverage.
"Later, I found my breath coming
hard, had frequent fits of nausea, and
then I was taken down with bilious
fever.
"Common sense came to me, and I
quit coffee tor good and went back to
Postum. I at once began to gain
and have had no returns of my bilious
symptoms, headache, dizziness or ver-
tigo.
“I now have health, bright
thoughts, and added weight, where be-
fore there waa Invalidism and the
blues.
“My brother quit coffee because of
Its effect on his health and now uses
Postum. He could not stand the nerv-
ous strain while using coffee, but keeps
well on Postum." Name given by
Postum Co., Battls Creek, Micb.
Postum comes In two forms:
Postum Cereal—the original form—
must be well boiled. 15c and 25c pack-
Charley’s Compliment.
Little Charley was saying good-
night. After kissing his grandmother,
uncle and father, he came to his mam-
ma. “Why do you kiss me last?” she
said. "Oh, well." said the little fel-
low. "you see I don't want your kiss
to coma off."
Instant Postum—a soluble powder—
dissolves quickly In a cup of hot wa-
ter, and with cream and sugar, makes
a delicious bovorage Instantly. 38o
and GOc tins.
Both kinds are equally delicious and
cost about the aame par 6up.
‘‘There's a Reason” for Postum.
f—sold by Grocers.
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Harding, Frank. The Perkins Journal (Perkins, Okla.), Vol. 24, No. 38, Ed. 1 Friday, September 17, 1915, newspaper, September 17, 1915; Perkins, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1139020/m1/2/: accessed April 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.