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for it, only I've forgotten it. The top of the cupboard was of glass, and the thing looked uncommonly pretty in the light. As for the old chap, when he clapped eyes on it I thought he'd have a fit. 'Behold it!' he said. "The Elixir of Life!' Friend, mark me, this time I have made no mistake. can be no error in my calculations. There before you stands the fluid, one draught of which will give you life forever. It has but now left the furnace. By eight this evening it will have cooled, and there will then be virtue in it. Return at that hour, if you will, and partake with me in the privilege of immortality. And now go-go, my friend. I feel that I have overtaxed myself in talking; it does me harm. I have a pain here' (sort of clutching at his chest); 'I must rest. Go; but return at eight.'

"I went off in a funny state of mind, I can tell you. If you see a man very much in earnest about anything, it sort of makes you serious about it, even if you know it to be rot. And I knew the old chap knew an awful lot about chemistry.

C" You bet I turned up at 8. I hadn't made up my mind whether I was going to drink any of that fluid, but I wanted badly to see him drink it. His housekeeper let me in. 'He's upstairs,

resting,' she said; 'he wasn't to be disturbed until you came.'

"I went upstairs and into his room. He had drawn his chair round to face the cupboard, and he sat in it-dead. His eyes were half opened and fixed on the retort. He looked sort of peaceful.

"Rummy thing, wasn't it?" said the seedy man. 'He sat there dead, with the elixir in front of him. It had only got to cool and settle, and he couldn't wait for it. Deuced rummy thing, I call it!"

He broke off; he crammed more tobacco into his pipe. His hand shook, but not altogether with drink. I discreetly avoided looking at it.

"You didn't taste the elixir?" I inquired.

"I did not, sir," said the seedy man. "I don't mind telling you that, when it came to the point, I didn't seem to have as much use for immortality as I thought I should. You think it over and see if you'd like to live until you could look on Methuselah as a chicken. Anyhow, I didn't touch it. And when I came back next day the retort was broken. Whether his housekeeper had been messing round, or whether the thing had simply cracked, I can't say. His housekeeper, I think, for she'd tidied up his room and burned all his loose papers."

There was a pause. I nodded. "Thank you, I will have another," said the seedy man.

No air is comparable with that coming through the scented trees; no pleasure like that of contemplating rippling streams, clear lakes and primeval forests. The utter absence of manufacturing makes possible the soothing calm and restful quiet so necessary to

you ask?

Why, almost any resident of the state will inform you. Hundreds of these places are to be found along the railroads.

The Michigan Central Railroad traverses many of these summer resorts; so, too, does the Grand Rapids & Indiana, the Pere Marquette Railroad, the Detroit & Mackinac Railroad, all operating in the lower peninsula of Michigan.

Or consult the Detroit & Cleveland boat lines. It's no trouble for you or them.

If you care to fish or hunt, all you have to do is to stop off at any large or even small town in the state and inquire of its inhabitants.

those seeking relaxation from binding business burdens or arduous social duties.

The nights are cool and the days filled with sunshine. The woods and the water impart renewed vitality and give that physical vigor which makes life worth living.

Those men, women and children who are run down, exhausted, tired out; whose lungs are filled with miasma; their circulation loaded with poison and the entire system an easy prey to malevolent microbes-all those who come to the Michigan woods to enjoy a few weeks of the energizing air and the restful conditions which prevail, will return home invigorated, strengthened, cured.