The Sonora Sun. (Sonora, Tex.), Vol. 6, No. 17, Ed. 1 Saturday, November 7, 1908 Page: 2 of 8
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to join IiIh frii'rnl
i H.m I’ranrlHco
illHtitnl r»*latlv«*
Ifrnry Wllinii. whom Jo- wan to «immIHt
In an impnrtunt un«l in> Ktorlcnm tank.
»»ri«l wlm umoiiipaiiinil IxulU-y on th**
ferry limit trip Into tin* « Itv. TIip re*
inurkahh* reNt'inliliuife • -f tin* twn nti'fl
In iiot«a(| and romni' tit* d on hv piiN8«-n-
K*th t»n tin* fori y. Thoy m*** a man with
rmikt* ••>*•!* which n« n«ls a thrill throuich
I>udloy. Wilton poMtptims an explanation
erra ml I **»• 11* • *
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hut
Is
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know it Is one of no ordinary no*
Wilton h'itvoM < Jilt s in their
• his
Inr.t ruction
In* gone
of -Help.
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room, wlili
return. Hardly
ait
CL
(Uidley is summoned to
Kiie and tlien finds the dead
hotly of Ids friend. Ilctirs Wilton. Ami
thus Wilton dies without ever explaining
to ltudla.v the puxxliiiK Work he was to
perform in Han KranelHro. In order to
discover tlie secret mission Ids friend had
entrusted to him. I uidley eontlnucs his
disguise and permits himself to he km
i*nr.v Wilton. I uidley. mistaken
is employed hv Kna|
the mon
sauls
as I lei
Wlltol
lion, is empi<
in a stock brokerage deal
closeted
finds
Moth
of hit
himself
Mother Morton who
ii. II
•rlous hoy fortlur
ran learn lad
I w II
for
pp to assist
iiles Inidley
room with
makes a confidant
him; about the
And do takr ki'i-r of yourself, dearie.''
Anil, so sajiiiu. Mother Horton muffled I
herself up l 111 it was hard to tell
whether she was man or woman, and I
trudged away.
Whatever designk were brewing In
the night-meeting of the conspirators,
they did not appear to concern my lm-|
mediate peace of body. The two fol-
lowing days were spent in quiet. In
spite of warnings, I began to believe
that no new (dan of action had been
determined on, and I bent my steps to |
the office that had been furnished by
Doddridge Knapp. I hardly expected
to meet the King of the Street. He
had, I supposed, returned to the city,
but he had set Wednesday as the day _ ___________________„ _____,..
for resuming operations in the market, | caused the murder of Henry Wilton,
and I did not think that lie would be
a noise of a man moving about, and |
a long smothered groan, as of one In {
agony of spirit. Fearful that the door
might he flung open in my face, 1 tip-
toed hack to my room, and silently
turned the key. hh thoroughly mysti-
fied as ever I had been In the stranv
events .that had crowded my
life since 1 had entered the city.
CHAPTER XVII.
in a Foreign Land.
The groans and prayers, if they con-
tinued, could be heard no longer
through the double doors, and I sealed
myself by the desk and took account
of the events that had brought me io
my present position.
Where did I stand? What had I ac-
complished? What had I learned?
How was I to reach the end for which
I struggled and bring justice to the
slayer of my murdered friend? As I
passed In review the occurrences that
had crowded the few weeks since my
arrival. I was compelled to confess
that I knew little more of the mys-
teries that surrounded me than on the
night I arrived. I knew that I was
tossed between two opposing forces.
I knew that a mysterious boy was sup-
posed to he under my protection, and
that to gain and keep possession of
him my life was sought and defended.
I knew that Doddridge Knapp had
FOR SOUK MIL* CAKES.
inyxlH
Tim Terrill and liarby
after him. lie Is told tliut
1m h traitor, playliiK both handa
game. Dudley k« im hi* first knowl
Decker, who Is Knapps enemy on t
Hoard. Dudley visits the home of Knarip t
and Is strhki'ii by the beauty of Ivliella,
Ida daughter, lie learns tin- note wan
forKery. Il<* is provided with four ifuards,
Drown. Murk house, Kltstliutfli and Porter.
||e learns there Is to be no trouble about
money as ail expenses will la* paid, tin?
hire of the Kuards helm* paid by one
'•Illehm<*id.” Tin- body of Henry Wilton
committed to the tfiult. Dudley re-
winds to it note and visits Mother Hor-
r than that It Is
Meeker Will) RTC
hat "Dicky" Nahl
the
of
the
1m
MpOl
toll
■ Oil
with
lley
home, lb* Is fascinated
bored by Mrs. Jlowaer.
Dhlnutowii Is
ton In company with Policeman
< tiles Dudley attain visits the
i orson.
K napp
by Liter
8hmiminK tour
through
CHAPTER XVI—Continued.
"I’d trust ye,” she said. "Well, there
was a gang across the street to-night
.—across from my place. I mean—and
that sneaking Tom Terrill and Darby
Meeker, and I reckon all tlio rest of
’em, was there. And they was run-
nln’ hack and forth to my place, and
a-drillkin' a good deal, and Hie more
they drinks the louder they talks.
And I hears Darby Meeker say to one
feller, ‘We'll git him, sure!’ and 1
listens with all my ears, though pre-
tendin' to see nothin'. 'We’ll fix it this
time,' he said: 'the Old t'n's got his
thlnkin' eap on.’ And I takes in every
word, and by one thing and another
1 picks up that there's new schemes
afoot to trap ye. They was a-sayin’
as it might he an Idee to take ye aH
you come out of Knapp's to-night.”
"How did they know I vax ^t
Knapp's?" I asked, sotnewhin sur-
prised, though I had little reason to he
when 1 remembered the number of
spies wlio might have watched tne.
"Why, Dicky Nahl told 'em,” said
Mother Horton. "Ho was with the gang
and sings it out as pretty as you
please."
Tills gave me something new to
think about, but I said nothing.
"Well,” she continued, "they says
at last that won't do, fer it'll git ’em
into trouble, and I reckon they’re argy-
fying over their schemes yit. Hut one
tiling I linds out.”
Mother Horton stopped ami looked
at me anxiously.
"Well,” I said impatiently, "what
was it?"
"They’re a-sayln’ as how, If you’re
killed, the one as you knows on'll have
to git some one else to look after the
boy, ami meblie he won't be so smart
about foolin' them."
"That's an excellent idea," said 1.
"if they only knew that 1 was the oth-
er fellow they could see at once what
u bright scheme they had hit upon."
"Maybe they ain't a-goln' to do it,”
said Mother Horton. "There’s a heap
o’ things said over the liquor that don’t
git no further, but you'll he a fool If
you don't look out. Now, do us 1 tell
you. You Just keep more men around
you. Keep eyes In the bark of your
head, and if you see there's a-goin' to
be trouble, jest you shoot first and ax
questions about It afterward. They
talked of getting you down on the
waterfront or up In Chinatown with
sonic bogus message and said how
easy It would he to dispose of you
without leaving clues behind 'em.
Now, don't you sleep here without
three or four jtien on guard, and don't
you stir round nights with less than
four. Send Porter out to git two more
men, and tell him to look sharp and
see if the roast's clear outside, I
reckon I'll slide out if no one's look
in’.”
"I've got some men on the next
.loor," I said. "I thought It would be
Just as well to have a few around in
case of emergencies. I'll have two of
them out, and send Porter to recon-
nolter."
"Who told you to git your men to-
gether?”
"A little idea of my own."
"You've got some sense, after all."
The reinforcements were soon ready
fo take orders, and Porter returned to
bring word that no suspicious person
was In sight In the street.
"I reckon I’d best go. then." said
Mother Horton. "I don't want no knife
In me Jest yit. but If there's no one
to see me I'm all right."
I pressed Mother Horton to take
two of my men as escort, but she
sturdily refused.
"They'd know something was up If
I was to go around that way, and I'd
be a bloody ghost as soon as they
could ketch me alone." she said
"Well, not J night—or la It mornln’?
found here on Monday.
The room was cold and cheerless,
and tlio dingy hooks in law-calf ap-
peared to gaze at me in mute protest
as 1 looked about mo.
The doors that separated me from
Doddridge Knapp's room were shut
and locked. What was behind them? 1
wondered. Was there anything in
Doddridge Knapp's room that bore on
the mystery of the hidden boy, or
would give the clue to the murder of
Henry Wilton? If vengeance was to
be mine; if Doddridge Knapp was to
pay the penalty of the gallows for the
and yet for some unfathomable reason
gave me his confidence and employ-
ment under the belief that I was Hen-
ry Wilton. Hut I had been able to get
no hint of who the boy might be. or
where he was concealed, or who was
the hidden woman who employed me
to protect hint, or why he was sought
by Doddridge Knapp.
How long I sat by the desk waiting,
thinking, planning, 1 knew not. one
scheme of action after another I had
considered and rejected, when a sound
broke on my listening ears. I started
up in feverish anxiety. It was from
the room beyond, and I stole toward
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death of Henry Wilton, it must be by
the evidence that I should wrest from
hint and his tools. I had just secured
the key that would fit the first door
I had taken the impression of the
lock and had It made without definite
purpose, but now I was ready to act.
With a sinking heart but a clear
head I put the key cautiously to the
lock and gently turned It. The key
fitted perfectly, and the bolt flew back
as It made the circle. I opened the
door Into the middle room. The sec-
ond door, as I expected, was closed.
Would the same key lit the second
lock, or must I wait to have another
made? 1 advanced to the second door
and was about to try the key when a
sound from behind it turned tny blood
to water.
Heyond that door, from the room I
had supposed to be empty, 1 heard a
groan.
I stood as If petrified, and, In the
broad daylight that streamed in at the
window, with the noise and rush of
Clay street ringing In my ears, I felt
my hair rise ns though I had come
on n ghost. I listened a minute or
more, hut heard nothing.
"Nonsense!" I thought to mvsclf; "it
was a trick of the Imagination.”
I raised my hand once more to the
lock, when the sound broke again,
louder, unmistakable. It was the voice
of one In distress of body or mind
I listened with all my ears. Then
there came through the door the low,
stern tones of a man's voice speak-
ing earnestly, pleadingly, threatening-
ly. but In a suppressed monotone.
Then the groan burst forth again,
and It was followed by sobs and
choked sounds, ns of one who protest-
ed. yet. strangely, the voice was the
same. There was one man, not two. It
was self-accusation, self-excuae, and
the sobs seemed to come In answer to
self-reproaches.
Then there was sound as of a man
praying, and the prayer was broken
by «<ihs; and again I thought there
you before Wednesday. If then
"Does the campaign reopen?” I
asked.
"If yon don’t mind, Wilton.” said
the Wolf with another growl, "I'll keep
my plana till I'm ready to use them."
"Certainly." 1 retorted. "Hut maybe
you would feel a little interest to
know that Rosenheim und- Hash ford
have gathered In about a thousand
shares of Omega Iu the last four or
five days."
Doddridge Knapp gave me a kern
glance.
“There were no sales of above a
hundred shares," he said.
“No—most of them ran from ten to
fifty shares.”
"Well," he continued, looking fixedly
at me, “you know something about
Rosenheim?”
“If it won't Interfere with your
plans," I suggested apologetically.
The Wolf drew hack Ills lips over
his fangs, and then tinned the snarl
into a smile.
"Go on." he said, waving amends
for the snub he had administered.
"Well, I don't know much about
Rosenheim, hut I caught him talking
with Decker.
"Were the stocks transferred to
Decker?"
"No; they stand to Rosenheim,
trustee.’
"Well, Wilton, they've stolen a
march on us, but I reckon we'll give
’em a surprise before they're quite
awake."
"And,” I continued coolly, "Decker's
working up a deal In Crown Diamond
and toying a little with Confidence—
you gave me a week to find out, you
may remember."
“Very good, Wilton,” said the King
of the Street with grudging approval.
"We'll sell old Decker quite a piece of
Crown Diamond before he gets
through. And now is there anything
more in your packet?”
"It's empty," I confessed.
"Well, you may go then."
Doddridge Knapp followed nie to
the door, and stood on the threshold
as I walked down the hall. There was
no chance for spying or listening at
key-holes, if I were so inclined, and
it was not until I had reached the
bottom stair that I thought I heard
thfe'ttwtund of a closing door behind
mo.
As I stood at the entrance, almost
oblivious of the throng that was hur-
rying up and down Clay street, Porter
joined me.
"Did you see him?” he asked.
"Him? Who?"
"Why, Tom Terrill sneaked down
i those stairs a little bit ago, and I
l thought you might have found him up
there."
Could it be possible that this man
had been with Doddridge Knapp, and
that it was his voice I had heard?
This In turn seemed Improbable, hard-
ly possible.
"There he is now," whispered Por-
* ••
I turned my eyes In the direction he
Indicated, and a shock ran through
me; for my eye had met the eye of
a serpent. Yes, there again was the
cruel, keen face, and the glittering, re-
pulsive eye, filled with malice and
hatred, that 1 had beheld with loath-
ing and dread whenever it had come
in tny path. With an evil glance Ter-
rill turned and made off In the crowd.
"Follow that man, Wainwright,”
said f to the second guard, who was
I close at hand. "Watch him to-night
| and report to me to-morrow.”
I wondered what could be the mean-
ing of Terrill's visit to the building.
Was It to see Doddridge Knapp and
get his orders? Or was It to follow
up some new plan to wrest from me
the secret I was supposed to hold?
Hut there was no answer to these
questions, and I turned toward my
room to prepare for the excursion
I that had been set for the evening.
It was with hope and fear that I
took my way to the Pine Street pal-
ace. It was my fear that was realized.
Mrs. Howser fell to m.v lot, while Lit-
“Ah, Wilton,” said the King of the
Street affably, "I was wondering if I
should find you here."
There was no trace of surprise or j
agitation in the face before me. If |
this was the man whose prayers and |
groans and sobs had come to me |
through the locked door, If he had
wrestled with his conscience or even
had been the accusing conscience of
another, his face was a mask that j ,ow Klow on buUdlnfti an<1 walkg.
showed no trace of the agony of j ,t,, ,,c, enuTtvern,
thoughts that might contort the spirit j
beneath it.
"I was attending to a little work of
my own," I answered, after greeting.
If I felt much like a disconcerted pick-
pocket 1 was careful to conceal the cir-
cumstance, and spoke with easy Indif- generous not so much with money
fercnce. "You have come back be-
fore I expected you," I continued care-
lessly.
"Yes,” said the King of the Street
with equal carelessness. "Some fami-
ly affairs called me home sooner than
I had thought to come."
"Mrs. Knapp Is not 111, I trust?" I
ventured.
"Oh, no.”
"Nor Miss Knapp?”
"Oh. all are well at the house, hut
sometimes you know women folks get |
nervous."
Was it possible that Mrs. Knapp
had sent for her husband? What 1
other meaning could I put on these
words? Hut before I could pursue my
Investigations further along this line,
the wolf came to the surface, and he
waved the subject aside with a growl.
"Hut this Is nothing to you. What
Dainty Trifles That Go Well with the
Afternoon Tea.
Spice Cake.—Bent slightly the yolks
of two eggs and one whole egg and
adil three-fourths of a cupful each of
augur and of sour milk. Put In the
flour sifter two cupfuls of flour, one
teaspoonful each of ground cloves,
cinnamon and mace, and half a tea-
spoonful of salt. Silt Into the liquid,
stir, and heat until well mixed. Then
add half a teaspoonful of hot water.
Hqke In throe layers in a hot oven for
15 minutes. For the tilling heat
whites of eggs to a stiff froth. Pour
over them slowly half a cupful of hot
maple syrup and beat until thick and
cool. Spread between layers and ou
top.
Gingerbread.—Heat together two
eggs, one cupful of molasses, and half
a cupful of sugar. Add it tablespoon-
rul of ginger and a dessert spoonful of
cinnamon. Add half a cupful of sour
milk and two cupfuls of sifted flour.
Dissolve a teaspoonful of soda in one-
fourth of a cupful of sour milk, add,
mix, and pour into a shallow buttered
pan. Hake in a moderate oven for
half an hour.
German Crisps.—Heat two eggs with
two cupfuls of sugar and add half a
cupful of sour milk in which half a
teaspoonful of soda has been dissolved.
Sift in sufficient flour to make a soft
dough. Knead lightly, roll out half an
inch In thickness, and cut In fancy
shapes. Sprinkle with coarse sugar and
nut meats, or press a whole almond io
the center.
Drop Cookies.—Mix two cupfuls of
sugar with two eggs, add one cupful
of molasses and half a cupful of sour
milk. Add one cupful of raisins or
currants (If raisins are used cut them
small), one teaspoonful each of cloves
and cinnamon, half a teaspoonful of
soda dissolved in a tablespoonful of
hot water, and six cupfuls of flour.
Mix all together well and drop from a
spoon on a buttered tin, having the
cakes some distance apart. Sugar and
bake in a slow oven for 15 minutes.
PERUNA A TONIC OF
GREA T USEFULNESS.
the door to learn what It might mean.
Burning with impatience, I thrust
aside the fears of the evil that might ,
follow hastv action. I had drawn the j e"a Mr Carter, and Mrs. Car-
key and raised it to the slot, when I , ler wl,h Mr' Horton fol,owed'
heard a step In the middle room. I Corson was waltin* for us at the
had but time to retreat to my desk I Clty Ha»- 1 hatl •‘"•anged wlth the
when a key was fitted in the lock, the
door was flung open, and Doddridge
Knapp stepped calmly into the room.
| policeman that he should act as our
guide, and had given him Porter and
Harkhouse as assistants in case any
should be needed.
“A fine night for if, sor," said Cor-
son in greeting. “There's a little cele-
[ bration goin' on among the ha.vthens
to-night, so you'll see ’em at their
best.”
Looking across the dark shrubbery
of Portsmouth Square and up Wash-
ington street, the eye could catch a
line of gay-colored lanterns, swaying
in the light wind, and casting a met-
(TO UK CONTINUED i
WOMAN WHO IS APPRECIATED.
She of Sunny. Cheerful Temperament
Alwaye Popular.
The woman who is appreciated is
ns with large-heartedness and thought
fulness and sympathy. The world
loves the one who can find a redeem-
ing quality, even In the greatest of
sinners, one who forbears to strike
a defenseless soul. The sunny, hope-
ful woman Is ever In request. Every
door flies open to her who has a cher-
ry. pleasant word and a bright smile.
She Is the woman who Is always con-
siderate of the rights of others and
never attempts to monopolize the con-
versation or to make herself the cen-
ter of attraction. She realizes that
money will not buy love. That though
a woman may enjoy every comfort
and luxury obtainable, her home may
be absolutely cheerless because of
love's absence. She knows that there
Is no woman living who, deep down In
her heart, doea not appreciate being
cared for, admired and lov*<| by
those she tomes In contact with.
LEMONS AS CUPS FOR SALADS.
Add
Attractiveness to Table
Luncheon or Dinner.
Lemons are so useful as cups for
salads that we wonder what would
happen if the lemon trees would quit
bearing. Choose big plump lentous,
scoop them well and scrub the out-
sides. You may not believe it, but
some cooks do forget to do this simple
hygienic thing. Therefore pick your
lemons, wash, then cut in halves and
scoop out the pulp. Remove the tough
inner skin and seeds and to the rest
add one box of best boneless sardines
minced fine, a spoonful of French mus-
tard, two hard-boiled eggs, chopped, a
dash of Tabasco sauce and a little
mayonnaise. Cut a thin slice from
the bottom of the lemon cup in order
that it may stand firmly. Fill each cup
with the mixture; garnish with
chopped eggs and a sprig of parsley,
and if possible set In a nest of nice
crisp watercress unless it is a time
for curly lettuce. The very curly en-
dive makes a charming setting to
salad cups and does not wilt very
soon.
HON. R. S. THARIN.
Hon. R. S. Tliarin, Attorney at Law
and counsel for Anti-Trust League,
writes from Pennsylvania Ave., N. W.,
Washington, D. C., as follows:
"Having used Peruna for catarrhal
disorders, I tun able to testify to its
great remedial excellence and do not
hesitate to give it my emphatic endorse-
ment and earnest recommendation to
all persons affected by that disorder. It
is also a tonic of great usefulness."
Mr. T. Barneeott, West Aylmer,
Ontario, Can., writes: “Last winter I
was ill with pneumonia after havlngla
grippe. 1 took Peruna for two monHis,
when I became quite well. I ulso In-
duced a young lady, who was all run
down and confined to the house, to take
Peruna, and after taking Peruna for
three months she is able to follow hor
trade of tailoring. / can recommend
Peruna for all such who are ill and re-
quire a tonic.”
Pe-ru-na Tablets.
Some people prefer to take tablets,
rather than to take medicine in a fluid
form. Such people can obtain Peruna
tablets which represent the solid me-
dicinal ingredients of Peruna. Each
tablet is equivalent to one average dose
of Peruna.
TOO MUCH.
Bread Cake.
On baking day take from your dough
after its second rising two cups risen
dough. Have ready also two cups
white sugar, one cup butter creamed
with sugar, three eggs, one even tea-
spoon soda dissolved in hot water, two
tablespoons sweet milk—cream is
better — one-half pound currants
washed and dredged, one teaspoon
nutmeg, one teaspoon cloves. Beat
the yolks very light, add the creamed
butter and sugar, the spice, milk, soda
and dough: stir until all are well
mixed; put In the beaten whites, last-
ly the fruit. Beat hard five minutes;
let it rise 20 minutes In two well but-
tered pans, and bake half an hour, or
untl done.
Arabella—Ah, John, there tvas a
time when you couldn't see enough of
me.
John—Well, I can see plenty of you
now, can’t I?
NOT UP TO THE RECORD.
Cake Worth Trying.
Place your sifter in your mixing
howl, In your sifter put one cup of
sugar, 1V4 cups of sifted flour, one
level teaspoon of soda and two level
teaspoons of cream of tartar. Sift
these all together Into your bowl. Put
into a teacup the whites of two eggs,
add enough melted butter to half fill
the cup and on that put enough milk
(sweet) to fill the cup. Put in your
mixing bowl with the other ingredi-
ents. add flavoring and beat five min-
utes. fio easily and quickly made,
and when baked will be light as a
feather. Another loaf can he mad#
from the yolks In the same way.
Fish Pudding.
Boll two pounds of any kind of white
fish, remove all the skin and bones,
then chop It up finely; put It Into a
basin, add half a cup bread crumbs,
one teaspoonful chopped parBley, a lit-
tle salt, pepper and nutmeg. Add one
teaspoonful of flour, one cupful of
milk, one tablespoonful melted butter
and two well-beaten eggs. Pour the
mixture Into a well-buttered mold,
cover with buttered paper and steam
gently one hour. Turn out carefully,
decorate with thinly sliced lemoa
Serve hot with oyster sauce.
Rice Snowball*.
Cook some rice In boiling salted
water until tender and fill small cups
half full while the rice la hot. The
cups should first be ringed in cold
water. Unmold, scoop a teaspoon of
the rice out of the small end of each
mold, and lay a bit of grape or apple
jelly In each. Serve with a boiled
cuetard.
Fried Carrote.
Fry your left over carrots In butter
with onloni and chopped green pep-
pers.
Boy Had, at Least Once Seen Larger
Pedal Extremities.
A pupil of one of the public schools
In Chicago sends this communication;
"Dear Sir: In our school this morn-
ing an amusing dialogue took place.
"A primary teacher of Chicago,
wishing to impress on her pupils the
necessity of greater quiet, said:,
‘"I am a great deal larger than any
of you, yet I don’t make any noise
when I walk around the room.’
"'Perhaps,' remarked little sevon-
year-old Kenneth, 'you don't wear
shoes.’
“ 'Oh, yes, I do,' quickly replied the
teacher; 'just look. Did you ever see
any larger than mine?’
“Kenneth surveyed them carefully.
"‘Yes,’ he replied, slowly, ‘once—in
a show.'"—Waverly Magazine.
ASTONISHED THE DOCTOR
Old Lady Got Well with Change of
Food.
A great scientist has said we can t
off “old age" if we can only nourish t
body properly.
To do this the right kind of food,
course, is necessary. The body tnai
factures poisons In the stomach a
Intestines from certain kinds of ft
stuffs and unless sufficient of the rii
kind is used, the Injurious elemei
overcome the good.
"My grandmother, 71 years ol
writes a N. Y. lady, "had been an
valid for 18 years from what w
called consumption of the stomach a
bowels. The doctor had given her
to die.
"I saw so much about Orape-N'
thnt I persuaded Grandmother to i
It. She could not beep anything on 1
stomach for more than a few mtnut
"She began Grape-Nuts with onlj
teaspoonful. As that did not distri
her and as she could retain It, she tc
a little more until she could take all
4 teaspoonfuls at a meal.
"Then she began to gain and gr
strong and her trouble in the atoms
was gone entirely. She got to en.
good health for one so old and
know Grape-Nuts saved her life.
"The doctor was astonished that
stead of dying she got well, and wi
out a drop of medicine after she beg
the Grape-Nuts.” “There's a Reaso
Name given by Postum Co., Bat
Creek. Mich. Read "The Road to W'
vllle,” In pkgs.
Ever read th# above letter? A n
one appeara from time to time. Tl
ere genuine, true, and full of hurr
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Woodruff, D. B. The Sonora Sun. (Sonora, Tex.), Vol. 6, No. 17, Ed. 1 Saturday, November 7, 1908, newspaper, November 7, 1908; Sonora, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth979587/m1/2/?rotate=180: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; .