TE INVENTIONS OF HAWKINS EGI.FAKIHEDGARNIFRANIKLINY

THE ANTI-FIRE-FLY.Perhaps some of the blame should

rest upon the barbaric habit of hav-ing Sunday dinner in the middle of

the afternoon.Had it been evening when Hawk-

Ins and his better half sat down todinner with us, it would not, naturally,have been daylight; and much unpleas-antuess might have been avoided, forthe gas had not been turned on in theremodeled Hawkins residence, and aninspectico would have been impos-wible.

Again, I may have started the trou-hlo myself by bringing up the subjectof the renovations.

"Yes, the work's all done," saidHawkins, with a more genial air thanhe usually exhibited when that topicwas touched. "I tell you, it's a modelhome now."

"Particularly in containing no newinventions by its owner," added Mrs.Hawkins.

"Oh, those may come later," saidtbo gifted inventor, casting a compla-cent wink in my direction.

"Not if I have anything to say aboutit," replied the lady, rather tartly. "Weescaped with our lives when the housewas wrecked, but next time-"

"Madam," flared Hawkins, "if youknew what that house-"

Just here my wife broke in with aspasmodic remark anent the doings ofthe Russians in Manchuria, and a dis-cussion of the merits of Hawkins' in-ventions was happily averted.

But the spunky light didn't die outof Hawkins' eye. He appeared to benursing something beside wrath, andwhen we arose from the table he re-marked shortly:

"Come up to the house, Griggs, andsmoke a cigar while we look it over."

"And note the charm of the inven-tioniess home," supplemented hiswife.

"Inventionless fiddlestick!" snappedHawking, as he slammed the door be-lind us. "It's a wonder to me thatWomen weren't created either withsense or without tongue."

I made no comment and we walkedIn silence to the Hawkins house.

It had been done over in a stylewhich must have made Hawkins' bankaccount look like an Arabian grainfield after a particularly bad locustyear; but beyond noting the generalbeauty of the decorations, I foundnothing remarkable until we reachedthe second floor.

There, as we gazed from the backwindows, it struck me that somethingtamiliar had departed, and I asked:

"What's become at the fire-escape?""Don't- you see, ell?" said the In-

ventor, with a prodigiously mysterioussmile.

"Hardly. Have you made it invis-ible?"

"No and yes," chuckled Hawkins."What would you say, Griggs, to a fire-escape that you kept indoors until itwas needed?"

"I should sky 'nay, nay,' if anyonewanted me to use it"

"No," I mean-oh, come upstairs andI'l show you at once."

"Show me what, Hawkins?" I cried,detaining him with a firm hand. "Is$t another contrivance? Has it amotor? Does it use gasolene or gun-powder or dynamite?"

"No, it does not!" said the inventor,gruffly, trudging toward the top of thehouse.

"There!" he exclaimed when we hadreached the upper floor. "That's itWhat do you think of it?"

It was a device of strange appear-ance. It seemed to be a huge clothes-basket, such as is used for transporta-tion of the family "wash," and it waspiled with what appeared to be the re-mains of as many white sun-umbrellasas could have been collected at half

a dozen seaside resorts."What is it?" I said, with a blank

smile. "Junk?""No, it's not ju uk. That mass of

ribs and white silk which loks likejunk to your unacsastomed eye consti-tutes a set of aeroplanes or wings."

"But the other thing is merely thecommon or domestic variety of wash-basket, is it not?"

"Well-er-yes," admitted Hawkins,with cold dignity. "That happened tobe the most suitable thing for my pur-pose in this experimental model. Now,you see, when the wings are spread the?'asket is suspended beneath just asthe car of a balloon is suspended from* gas-bag, and---

"Aba! I see it all now!" I cried."You fill the basket, point it in therighi direction, and it flaps its wingsand dlies sway tto the washlady!"

"'That, Grigga," sneered Hawkins, "isabout the view a poor little brain likeyours, permeated with chea; humor,would take. Really, I don't supposeyou could guess the purpose or thename of that thing if you tried aweek."

"Catdidly. I don't think I could.IWhat is it?"

"It's the Hawkins' Anti-Fire-Fly!"said the invent er.

"The Hawkins-what?" I ejacu-lated.

"The Anti-Fire-Fly!" repated Hawk-ins, enthusiastically. "Say, Griggs,how that will sound in an advertise-ment: 'Fly Away from Fire with theAnti-Fire-Fly!' Great, isn't it?"

"So it's a fire escape?""Certainly," chuckled Hawkins, dig-

ging around among the ribs and bring-ing into tangible shape what lockedlike several sets of huge bird-wings.

MANY FOLLIES OF THE NEW YORK RICH.Although there have been a great,

many suggestions of revelations tocome about the career of StanfordWhite, there is a likelihood, if theinvestigations are really carried out,of developments affecting his littlegroup of cronies that will drag intothe baleful light of one of the great-est murder trials New York has everknown a man whose name is associated with everything that wealth and

"No more climbing down red-hot lad-ders through belching flames! No imore children being thrown from fifth-story windows! No, siree! All we E

have to do now is to place the Anti-Fire-Fly on the window-sill, spread Ithe wings, jump into the basket, pushher off, and-"

"And drop to instant death!""And float gently away from the fire

and down to the earth!" concludedHawkins, opening the window andshoving out the basket until it fair- Ily hung over the back yard. "Justwatch me," c

"See here!" I cried. "You're not go- t

ing to get into that thing?" t"I'm not, eh? You watch me!" EHawkins had clambered into the t

" eooHeo, e, o t aC ih e eb r

"Hey, Youse," Shouted the Man with the Wheelbarrow.

'basket before I could lay a hand onhim.

"Now!" he cried, giving a push with,his foot.

My breathing apparatus seemed to goon strike. Hawkins, basket, wings andall dropped from the window.

For an instant they went straighttoward the earth; then, like a para-chute opening, the wings spread grace-fully, the descent slackened, andHawkins floated down, down, down-until he landed in the center of theyard without a jar.

Really, I was amazed. It seemed tobe either a special dispensation ofProvidence or an invention of Hawk-ins' which really worked.

A minute or two later he had la-bored back to my side, up the stairs,with the aerial fire-escape on his back.

'There." he exclaimed. "What doyou think of that?"

"It certainly seems to be a suc-cess."

"Well, rather! Now come up to theroof and have a drop with me. We'llgo into the street this time, and-"

"Thank you, Hawkins," I said, posi-tively. "Don't count me in on that.I'l wait for the fire before dabblingwith your Anti-Fire-Fly."

"Oh, well, come with me, anyway.I'm going down once more. You'veno idea of the sensation."

It was a considerable feat of en-gineering to persuade the Anti-Fire-Fly into passing through the scuttle.but Hawkins finally accomplished it,and pushed the contrivance to theedge of the roof.

"Now that thing will carry a smallfamily with ease and safety," he said,proudly. "Just sit down in the bas-ket and feel the roominess. Oh, don'tbe afraid. I'll come, too."

"Yes, it's very nice," I said, some-what nervously, after crouching besidehim for a moment. "I think I'll getout now."

"All ri-oh! Here! Wait!" criedHawkins, grabbing my coat and pull"ing me back. Sit down!"

"What for?""The-the-the wings!" stuttered the

inventor. "The-the wind!""Great Scott!" I shouted as a sud-

dpn breeze caught the wings and tiltedthe basket far to one side. "Let meout!"

"No, no!" shrieked Hawkins, wildly."You'll break your neck, man! We'reright on the edge of the roof now,and-"

And we were over the edge!There was a street-miles below!

Sickening dread choked me. I closedmy eyes and gripped the basket as theaccursed thing swayed from side toside and threatened every instant toprecipitate us on the hard stones.

But it grew steadier presently. Ilooked about.

There was Hawkins hanging on fordear life, and white as death, but still

social position means. This man isnot only one of the richest men inAmerica, but he is also one of thelargost property owners in the city.

Fe was an associate of White's inall of the murdered architect's littlesupper parties where there were morethan two.!prsons at the feast. Owingto his great wealth he was able tospend more money than any man inthe group around White, and one of

serene. There, also, were numerousgraveled roofs-some 20 feet below.

We were going up! Also, I wasstartled to note that the high wind wasdriving us down town at a rapidpace.

"See here, Hawkins!" I said. "Whatdoes this mean?"

"M-m-means that a big wind hascaught us," replied the inventor, witha sickly smile.

"And when do you suppose it's go-ing to let go of us?"

"Well-we-we may be able to catchone of those high roofs over there,"murmured Hawkins, with assurancethat did not reassure. "You-you knowwe can't go up very far, Griggs. Thiswas not built for flying.",

"For anything that wasn't made forthe purpose, it's doing wonders," I re-torted. Then a sudden puff sent us upfully ten feet. "Heavens! There goesour chance at those roofs!"

"Dear me! So it does!" mutteredthe inventor, as we sailed gracefullyover the chimney-tops. "How unfor-tunate!"

"It'll be a lot more unfortunate whenwe pitch down into the street!"snarled.

"Now, Griggs," said Hawkins, argu-mentatively, as we sped down town onthe steadily rising wind, "why do youalways take this pessimistic view ofthings? Can't you see-it is beyondyour little mental scope to realize thatwe have fairly fallon over a great dis-covery, something that men have beenseeking for ages? Don't you compre-hend, from the very fact of our beingup here and still rising, that thesewings accidentally embody the vitalprinciples of the dirigible-"

"Oh, dry up!" I growled, as we flit-ted swiftly past a church steeple.

Hawkins regarded me sadly, and Isadly regarded the street below andtried to assimilate the fact that wewere 200 feet above the ground andrising at every puff of wind; that wewere in a crazy clothes-basket, sus-pended from a crazier pair of wings,absolutely at the mercy of the breeze,and likely at any moment to drop toeternal smash!

I did not realize, without any effort,that my lower limbs were developingexcruciating shooting pains from thecramped position.

The time passed very slowly. Thehouses below passed with astoundingrapidity.

I thought of our wives, sitting calm-ly in my home, ignorant of our plight.I wondered what their sentimentswould be when some kindly ambulancesurgeon had brought home such frag-ments of Hawkins and me as mighthave been collected with a dust-panand brush.

I wondered whether the accursedAnti-Fire-Fly would dump us out andflutter away into eternity, to leave ourfate unexplained, or whether it wouldaccompany us to our doom and befound gloating over the respectivegrease-spots that would represent allthat was mortal of Hawkins and my-self.

And at about this point in my medi-tations, I noted that we were sailingover Union square.

"Isn't it fine?" cried Hawkins, en-truslastically. "You never came downtown like this before, Griggs."

"I never expect to again," Hawk-ins," I sighed.

"Why not? Why, Griggs, this thingis only the nucleus of my future air-ship, and yet see how it floats! Oh,I've thought it all out in the last fiveminutes. It's astonishing that it nevercccurred to me before. Now, these

his favorite ways of bestowing favorson the girls who attended the partieswas to remove the tin foil that waswrapped around the bouquets at theirplates and substitute for the foil ahundred-dollar bill in each case.White's favorite way of making pres-ents of money to the girls who hadcaught his fancy was to send them abox of bonbons with a $20 gold piecelaid on top of the sweets.

wings, you see, are so constructed-""See here, Hawkins,"I said, "do you

mean to say that you expect to getout of this thing alive?"

"Certainly," replied the inventor, inastonishment. "There's no danger. Ican see that now, although I was' atrifle startled at first. It's only a mat-ter of minutes when we shall go nearenough to one of those big office build-ings to grab it and stop ourselves.

"And clamber down the side-20 or30 stories?"

"And even if we can't land, weshan't fall. The construction of thesewings is such-"

"Oh, hang the construction of yourwings!" I cried. "We're going righttoward the bay-suppose the wind dies

down and lets us into the water?""Well, these wings are water-proof,

you know," said Hawkins. "Theymight-"

"Yes, and the bay might dry up, sothat we could walk back if we escapedbeing broken in pieces, Hawkins," Isneered.

Hawkins subsided. The breeze didnot.

It was one of the most Impolitelypersistent breezes I have ever en-countered. It seemed bent on landingus in New York harbor, and beforemany minutes we were suspended highabove that expansive, and in some cir-cumstances, charming body of water.

Furthermore, having wafted ussomething like a quarter of a milefrom shore, it proceeded to die out ina manner which was, to say the least,disheartening.

Hawkins grew paler by perceptibleshades as we progressed, ever nearerthe water, and farther from hope; andit was not until I opened my mouthto vent a few last indivious criticismsof him and his methods that the in-ventor's face brightened.

"By Jove, Griggs! Look! Thatferryboat! That fellow on the roof!He's got a boat-hook! Hey! Hey!Hey! you!"

The individual gazed al9ft and near-ly collapsed with astonishment.

"Catch us!" bawled the inventor,frantically. "Catch the basket withthat hook! We want to come aboard!Hurry up!"

The boat was going In our direction,and rather faster. The man on theroof seemed to comprehend. Hereached up with his hook. He leapeda couple of times in vain.

And then we felt a shock which toldof our capture! I breathed a long,happy sigh.

In dealing with Hawkins' Inven-tions, long, happy sighs are prema-ture unless you are positive that yourentire anatomical structure is com-plete, and likewise certain that thecontrivance lies at your feet in a con-dition of total wreck.

The basket was suspended from athin steel frame, from which severaldozen stout cords rose to that idioticpair of wings. When we were fairlycaught, Hawkins cried:

"Now, Griggs, stand up and catchthe frame and pull the whole businessdown with us. And you, down there,pull hard! Pull hard, now!"

I seized the steel frame on one side,Hawkins on the other, and we pulled.And the man with the boat-hook pulled.And at the psychological moment thewind rose afresh and pulled at thewings with a mighty pull!

Some seconds of dizzy swirling inthe air, and the clothes-basket portionof the Anti-Fire-Fly lay on the roofof the ferry-boat, while Hawkins andI hung far above, entangled in the

Von Blumer Plays In Hard Luck With His Creditors.Von Blumer-I had the most singu-

lar thing happen to me the other day.Did you ever go into a man's placeto pay a bill you owed him, and findhim out?

Plankington (emphatically) - No,sir. Did that happen to you?

"It did. I had a notion, or, rath-er, I nerved mygelW to it, to settleup some bills that I awed. So on myway from the office I dropped in to

cords and clutching them wildly andrising steadily once more!

"Great Caesar's ghost!" gurgled theinventor. "This is awful!"

"Awful!" I gasped when breath hadreturned. "It's-it's-"

"Lord! Lord! We're going straightfor Staten Island. Don't move,Griggs."

"I can't," I said. "I'm caught tighthere. Good-by, Hawkins."

"We're-we're not done for yet,"quivered that individual. "We mayhi land. But isn't-isn't it terrible?"

'Oh, no," I groaned. "It's all right.No more climbing down red-hot lad-del's through belching flames! Nomore throwing children from-"

"Don't joke, Griggs," wailed Haw-kins. "I will say I'm sorry I got youinto this."

"Thank you, Hawkins," I said, near-ly strangled by a cord which persistedin twisting itself about my neck. "Soam I."

Conversation lagged after that. Formy part, I was too dazed and too firm-ly enmeshed in the cords to say much.

I fancy that the same applied toHawkins, but he happened to be facingahead, and now and then he calledback bulletins of our progress.

"Getting nearer the island," he an-nounced after some ten minutes ofthe agony.

A little later: "Thank Heaven!We're almost over land!"

And still later, when I had beenchoked and twisted almost into in-sensibility by the eccentric dives ofthe affair and the consequent tighten-ing of the cords, he revived me with:

"By George, Griggs, we're sinkingtoward land!"

I managed to look downward. Haw-kins had told the truth. The windwas indeed going down, and with itthe remains of the Anti-Fire-Fly.

Beneath appeared a big factory, itschimney belching forth black smokein disregard of the Sabbath, and weseemed likely to land within its pre-cincts.

"I knew it! I knew it!" Hawkinscried joyfully. "We's safe, after all,just as I said. We'll drop just out-side the fence."

"Thank the Lord," I murmured."No! No! We'll drop right on that

heap of dirt!" predicted Hawkins, ex-citedly. "Yes, sir, that's where we'lldrop. D'ye see that fellow wheeling awheelbarrow toward the pile? Hey!"

The man glanced up in amazement."Farther down every minute!" pur-

sued Hawkins. "I knew we'd be allright! Maybe the Anti-Fire-Fly isn'tsuch a bad thing after all, eh?"

"Maybe not," I sighed. "But I'lltake the red-hot ladder."

"Go ahead and take it," chatteredthe inventor. "We're not 30 feet fromthe ground and steering straight forthat dirt-pile. Yes, sir, the wind'sgone down completely. Hooray!"

"Hey, youse!" shouted the man withthe wheelbarrow, somewhat excitedly.

"Well?" bawled Hawkins."Steer away from it!" continued the

workman, waving his arms at the pile."We can't steer," replied Hawkins,

cheerfully. "But it's all right."

SAMPLE OF CHINESE FUN.Jokes in the Literature of the Celes-

tials Much Like Those of thePresent Day.

If there is any truth in what expertjesters tell us the world's stock ofgood, original jokes is ludicrouslysmall-a dozen or two at the veryoutside. An early investigator Intothis momentous question, a certainHierocles who lived some 1,500 yearsago, put the number in his day atexactly 21. The researches ofHierocles probably did not extend sofar eastward as China, so there Isno impropriety in asking now wheth-er some of the jokes which aboundin the literature of the celestial em-pire are entitled to the honor of origi-nality or not. Here are three speci-mens:

A careless barber, trimming a cus-tomer's ears-Chinese barbers payparticular attention to this part ofthe human anatomy-put his patientto great pain and uneasiness. "Areyou doing my left ear now?" askedthe victim. "No, sir; I've not quitefinished the right ear yet." "Ah! Ifancied you' were trying to passthrough to the left without goingaround."

A portrait painter without clientswas advised by a friend to paint alikeness of himself and his wife andhang it in some conspicuous place, sothat would-be customers might judgeof his skill. He did so and his fa-ther-in-law the next time he calledimmediately saw the picture. "Pray,"asked the visitor, "what woman haveyou represented there?" "Why, sir,do you not recognize your own daugh-ter?" "My daughter!" was the in-dignant answer. "If you intend thatto represent my daughter, how dareyou paint her sitting thus intimatelywith a man whom I have never seenbefore and who must be an entirestranger to her?" The painter's feel-ings need not be described.

The gibes at doctors are innumer-able. The following is a typical exam-ple:

One of the judges of the nether re-gions dispatched an imp to this worldof ours to seek out and bring backa good doctor. "When," the imp wasinstructed, "you come to the houseof a doctor before which you decryno complaining ghosts you will knowyou have found a man of the kindwanted." The messenger set out, butin front of every doctor's door hecame to there was as immense throngof angry spirits proclaiming thewrongs they had suffered when in theflesh at the hands of the medicine

i- see my fishmonger."r. "And he was out?"e "Correct. Then I tried my grocer."d "He was out?"

"Right. Plenty of shopmen, but no, proprietor. Of course, I left wordthat I called in to settle up, but

i- wanted to see the proprietor first.e Dispute about bills. See?"y "Oh, yes, that strengthens youro credit."

"The polle! The poalet Ru'c, se'itjust drew the foire, an' thiz's the hotcoals! Be careful o' the cinder poile!"

"What did he say?" asked Hawkins,superciliously.

"'Be careful of the cinder pile,' Ithink."

"Oh, we won't hurt yout old cinderpile!" called the inventor, jocosely, asthe wreck of . the Anti-Fire-Flyswooped down with a rush.

"But the cinders!" howled the mat,"Bedad! They're into it! Mike!Mike! Bring the hose! The hose!"

And we were into it.A final rush of air and we strucl

the pile with a thud. And for mypart I had no sooner landed than Ibounced to my feet with a shriek, foethat cinder pile was about the hottesiproposition it has ever been my mis-fortune to meet.

The cords were. all about me, andas I pulled wildly in one direction, Icould feel Hawkins pulling as wildlyin the opposite.

"Let go! Let go, Griggs!" hescreamed. "Come my way! Lord!I'm all afire! Come, quick!"

"I'm not going to climb back overthat infernal heap!" I shouted. "Yotcome this way!"

"But my feet! T-hey're burningand-"

A mighty stream of water knockedme headlong to the ground. Sizzlingsteaming on the red-hot cinders, iicaught Hawkins and hurled his panting person to the other side, Anti-FireFly and all. Mike had arrived withthe hose.

After a period of wallowing in wa-ter and mud I regained my feet.

Hawkins was already standing alittle distance away, torn, scorched,drenched, black with cinders and star-ing wild-eyed about him.

"Why-why-Griggs, he mumbled,"what-did-we-"

"Oh, we flew away from fire withthe Anti-Fire-Fly!" I said.

Such was the end of the Anti-Fire-Fly.

Attired in such of our own raimentas had survived the cinder pile andthe hose, and in other bits of cloth.ing contributed by kindly factoryworkmen, we took the next boat forNew York, and a cab thereafter.

We reached home in time to seethe ladies mounting the Hawkins'steps, presumably to investigate thereason for our prolonged inspection.

For a few moments they seemedquite incapable of speech. Mrs. Haw-inks was the first to regain the use ofher tongue.

"Herbert," she said, in an ominous-ly calm tone, "what was it this time?"

Hawkins smiled foolishly."It was the Hawkins Anti-Fire-Fly,"

I said, spitefully. "Fly away fromfire with the Anti-Fre-Fly, you know.Tell your wife about it, Hawkins."

Then Mrs. Hawkins addressed herhusband and said-but let that pass.

We have all the essential facts ofthe case as it is. Moreover, a success-ful author told me last week that un-happy endings are in the worst possi-ble taste just now.(Copyright, 1906, by W. G. Chapman.)

man. Finally, however, he reacheda house where there was but one soli.tary ghost flitfing backward and for.ward. "This is my man," he saidto himself; "he must surely be aclever fellow." When the Imp cameto make inquiries, however, he learnedthat the practitioner had barely beenin practice for a day!-Grand Maga-zine.

HOME LIFE OF A PRINCESS

Writer Tells of Delightful Days Spendas Guest of Amelie Rives,

the Authoress.

One who has recently visited AmelieRives (Princess Troubetzkoy) at thebeautiful Virginia estate, where shespends her winters with her motherand sisters, gives an attractive pioture of the home life of the author o;"Selene:"

"In the gloaming hour precedingdinner we had tea by the light of alog fire, in a big, square room, whereeverything was comforting, wherenothing was false, yet where every'thing was reminiscent of homeful associations. It was not the chamberof state, but the general room of in-timate reunion. The family life atCastle Hill has no intellectual affectations. Each member of the householdhas special obligations and duties thatkeep her busy, while the 'Princess o'Dreams' is the wondrous idol of themall. By candle-light we dined, at a big,round table, and in the mellow glowof the candelabra we looked our bestNot because we were formal in ourelegance, but because we were har-moniously informal. After dinner weall adjourned to the cozy comfort oflamp light, and laughed and talkedand even smoked our pipes until late.Our eyes and our minds were cen-tered in the mood of the princess; notmerely the guests, but her mother andsisters. The talk was always aboutsomething worth while, with ethicalpoint and purpose-and there were nolaggards. Yet it was nothing so pain-ful as an 'intellectual evening.' WhenIt cmae time to say good-nignt, thetransient guest, no longer an alien,retired serene in his conviction thatAmelie Rives Troubetzkoy was welland strong and, above all, serene."

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"This matter of superstitions is aqueer thing," said the man as he care-fully avoided walking under a ladder,"for even those of us who are skepticshave at least one superstitious failing,and mine is walking under ladders.

"In the country this summer I meta new one, which was firmly believedIn by several farmers, and that wasthat a thunder storm never passedover a copper mine or copper vein.The- old fellow who told me about itpointed out again and again that al-though black clouds might roll up andlightning flash, the storm always wentaround a certain spot in his farm.

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Microbe of Gray Hair.They have discovered a new mic-

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Animals Do with Little Water.There are some animals which rare-

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NO DAWDLING.

A Man of 70 After Finding Coffee HurtHim, Stopped Short.

When a man has lived to be 70 yearsold with a 40-year-old habit grown tohim like a knot on a tree, chances arehe'll stick to the habit till he dies.

But occasionally the spirit of youthand determination remains in somemen to the last day of their lives.'When such men do find any habit oflife has been doing them harm, theysurprise the Oslerites by a degree ofwill power that is supposed to belongto men under 40 only.

"I had been a user of coffee untilthree years ago-a period of 40 years-and am now 70," writes a N. Dak.man. "I was extremely nervous anddebilitated, and saw plainly that Imust make a change.

"I am thankful to say I had thenerve to quit coffee at once and takeon Postum without any 8awdling, andexperienced no ill effects. On the con-trary, I commenced to gain, losing mynervousness within two months, alsogaining strength and health otherwise.

"For a man of my age, I am verywell and hearty. I sometimes meetpersons who have not made theirPostumn right and don't like it. But Icell them to boil it long enough, andcall their attention to my looks now,and before I used it, that seems con-v ncing.

"Now, when I have writing to do,or long columns of figures to cast up,I feel equal to it and can get throughmy work without the fagged out feel-ing of old." Name given by PostumCo., Battle Creek, Mich. Read thebook, "The Road to Wellville," iapkgs. "There's a reason."