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down butcher's bil the. nourishing value fof - food- : BE powers have been proved ten' amount taken. It 'must be Bovril Mary Brett was one of those rare ¥ pL, who practiced hospi {teeral 'part of real religion. always been careful t Fiehtertain ngers" and more than once had rapled through the mortal shell the gel unawares." Next to the! apostolic injunction, she cherished the | good old-fashioned dictum: "Blood is icker than water." Miss Almira proved Miss Biddle. i fifty the dress e 'cel that wi Hout: We the Germans," I, said si jay 'm sorry for them. I'm sorry for--everybody concerned." "That ain't patriotic, Mary," re: "If all the folks! in the world felt that Nay "I wish they did!" r little Mrs. ! Brett, a bright color blazing up in' her pale cheeks. "Oh, if they only' would. Then there would be an end of war--there would be no one left to Biddle was a Maitland; hence, she was fight!" entitled to a liberal portion of that charity which is said to cover a multi- tude of gins. On the 8 Froseni occasion, rs. Brett.was actually glad of Mise Biddles talkative presence and of her Hearty 2metiie ealling for various housewifely activities, which left lit- tle time for introspective thought. She rose early to set her house in! the exquisite order characteristic of a sou] attuned to the higher activities. Mary Brett had never needed to b taught that "order is Heaven's first law. Miss Almira Biddle, a substantial army sock in process of evolution, "Neame out to the kitchen to find her hostess baking the large brown cook- ies needed to replenish her empty jar. "Well, I declare," she commented, her needles clicking a subdued ac- companiment to 'her able tongue, "what a batch o' cookies! Not that I ain't fond of molasses cookies--especi- ally when theyre baked after the Maitland recipe. But J shouldn't think you'd need more'n half a rule, now George is gone." Mrs. Brett sighed and smiled. The dh sigh was for her son, far away on the sea; the smile was for Dan. Involun- tarily she glanced out of the window which commanded a glimpse of the road. She had heard the train whistle ten minutes ago. Miss Biddle's gaze followed quisitively. "You expecting that young man this morning 7" Mrs. Brett deftly settled en un- baked round of soft dough in the corner of her pan. "He might come this morning." "Huh; I s'pose he'll pay board an' help out that way," commented Miss le, helping herself to a second of the freshly baked cakes, There was no one in sight on the winding road leading from the viliage. Mary Brett asst herontf of this be- fore she set the last of cookies in the oven. She felt unaecountadly disappointed. With her usual and almost uncanny cunning Almira Biddle read her mind. "Oh, I guess he ain't coming this morning," she observed casually. "How many rains a day do you have, Mary?' "Two, from up the road," replied in- Mrs. Brett. After all, it was foplish to have expected" 'Him before after-! noon. The afternoon came and went to the monotonous tune of knitting needles' and the unfailing accompaniment of | Miss Biddle's conversation. Still she excused him. Daniel had some busi- ness "to attend to, she explained to Cousin Almira, It had probably de- tained him longer than he expected. "l wonder you can sleep nights; Mary," said Miss Biddle, "thinking of your George driving one of those ambulances ri t 4 to where they're firing off. n' like enough bombs coming down out of the sky, thick as _hailstones!" 5 4 Tatter of fact, ary Brett|° lay long awake that night; ut her uneasy thoughts: were not all of George, on his his way to. vividly imagin- ed perils. d become of the boy she had forgiven and trusted? He would come in the e Morning; or if not in the morning, su by afternoon. She almost wished she had gone with him 'Miss Biddle observed her hostess narrowly across the iy 'ast table. "You're Jooking ale this morning, Mary," she said 5 dly. "You know it won't do a bit of good to worry. As I tell Ma'Biddle sometimes, if 1 was to go without a bite of victuals or a wink of sléep from now till the war was over; it wouldn't do any of om a mite of good. But land! don't ust hate that dratted Kaiser? a like to wring his rleck with these two hands!" al Brett shook her head. "I can't], at hy At a ploces of which been | no "Well, they don't and they won't, Joull find," stated Miss Biddle, nod- ing henhead. "They're just going ts fight it out to the bitter end. And guess that's quite a ways off." Cousin Almira's reasons for this pessimistic conclusion, being set forth in detail, occupied the morning and a large part of the afternoon, while Mrs. Brett grew paler and stiller as the dreary hours passed. The sunset deepened to twilight and still Miss Biddle talked instructively on. Mary Brett appeared to expect no- thing. She lay back in her char, white and weary, her hands reposing idly on her unfinished work. Dan had not come, and there had been no word | from him. "Seems to me you haven't got along very well with your knitting this afternoon," commented her guest. "And that reminds mre: that young fellow hasn't showed up yet. Didn't you tell me he. was coming to-day-- or was it yesterday?" "II did expect him," murmured Mre. Bréu. "But--" her voice fail- «Mary Brett, did you_lend that fel. low money? It would be exactly like you--especially if he pretended his name was Maitland." "He didn't pretend anything of the kind, Cousin Almira. I-- "Now I want you to tell me all about it, Mary," she said firmly. " can gee you are keeping back some- thing I ought to know. Especially if he is a Maitland." But Mrs. Brett had risen, her eyes on the. truthful face of the clock. "Don't you think we hed better go to bed, Cousin Almiry I'm sure you must be very tired. -- Behind the defenges of In C! door she sank to he ees J and ly her face in her white b "Oh, I did believe in nol she sob- bed. "I wanted so much to love him!" It was long before comfort came but come it-did, at last, and with it a vague suggestion, which, after hours of tranquil sleep, had somehow strengthened into resolution. "T find T shall be obliged to go out of town to-day," she told her guest at breakfast time. "Will you mind very much, Cousin Almira? Irn try and be home by afternoon." "What! 'and leave me here alone in i this house?" exclaimed Miss Biddle.| "TI wouldn't stay here for anything you cud name, Mary, an' listen to that nd whining in the chimney. Besides, there might be-a burglar." I'm sorry, Cousin Almira, but I gd," said Mrs. Brett, her pale face ushing under the spinster's penetrating gaze. "It's something to do\with that young man--the one you call Daniel Maitland," surmised Miss Biddle shrewdly. "Well, I can tell you right now, ary Brett, you'll probably never set.eyes on him again. I looked at him real sha when I passed him g the the goad, an' 1 notjc was kind imself, OW mu money did you let him have, Mary?" Mrs. Brett was hurriedly gathering the breakfast things on a tray an did not appear to have heard. She was likewise deaf to further questions, innuendoes and reproaches, opposing an unruffled front to the spinster's determined assaults. She had deter- mined to go to the place he had named and find Van Auken's store. Perhaps Cousin Almira Biddle was right; per- haps efter all, she had been victim- ized by a strolling vagabond. It was nearly noon when she alight- ed frgm the train and made her way through the main street of the lla It was a shabby village, she noticed vaguely, its post office and=its black- smith's shop in close proximity, and its tavern tod evidently the resort of bar-room loafers. "A poor farm," she reflected, sorely needed in a town like hae. At present there is an ab- 'solute famine in seasoned oak wood, -we could suppress Bolshevism and. open up Russia fore the war it was discovered that the bed of the River Moksha, -for a | Lauders dength of over four hundred miles, is, explajning--if t there jos any n!* A dark flush had cro to his fre: "You thought 1, I i he said slo "And the mon ou were sure I had stolen it. el don't lame me Jou. It looked that way. should you trust me?" He. rad on his heel abruptly and went back to the desk "Here," he said proudly, = yous money--all but my railroad far Hu send you that--soon. ou won't believe me. know your name; so TL. coun' But er. du ao wiite Thrust the little roll of bills into her hands. "Dan!" she cried, heart-break in her voice, . "Dan!" He put her gently into a chairs He had thought of her almost constantly during the difficult days of the fun- eral and the re-opening of the store. But not like this." Not once like this. | That she would wonder at his prolong- ed absence, he knew; but the tie be- tween them seemed to him so dear and real that it had nof occurred to'him that she could doubt him. "1 hope you will believe me when I tell you I wanted to write and ex- plain," he said, after a difficult sil- ence. "But I---did not even know your name!" X (To be continued. rit mgm Harvest Slumber Song. Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep, Red is the moon in the night's still deep, - White are the stars with their silver wings - Folded in dreaming of beautiful things, And over their cradle the night wind sings ~| Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep. Soft in the lay of the mother night The wee baby stars, all glowing and bright, Flutter their silver wings and crow ed| To the watchful winds that kiss as they /blow Round the" air cradle. that swings so low + Down in theffap of the mother night. Sleep, little baby™818ep, sleep, sleep, Red is the moon in the night's still deep, And the wee baby stars are all folded and kissed In a luminous cradle of silver mist, And if ever they waken the winds cry, whist, Sigen. Je pat, sleep, sleep, sleep. «.--Wilfred Campbell, RY The Fishing Birds. In my Chinese Days Miss Gulielma F. Alsop describes a remarkable river industry that she saw while visiting a friend in- Soochow. We were rowing on the river at'the time, she says, and narrow boat swinging at midstream, in which two men stood motionless and silent. At first glance, it looked as if the boat. were not floating on the water, but as if it were held just above the surface by a flock of strong black birds as large as eagles. Fascinated, I watghed the birds. They screamed and fluttered their sobty black wings. Suddenly a number plunged into the water. I saw them struggling and flapping; then the .men pulled them up by stout strings, caught them under their arms, and jerked the fish from The commotion among the birds sub- sided and they settled down in hori« zontal rows, making dark patches - the water. "How many?" called a voice from the shore. "Three," answered one of the men.' "Later, more," he gaid. "The sun not yet falls down the hill of heaven. 'Wait till the fish see not the shadow of the black birds." A My companion explained the custom of cormorant fishing, which is an ancient Soochow industfy. "The, birds | are tied by stout sticks parallel to the sides "of the beat. They. are kept very hungry so they will fish, and the catch from ieir mouths. I i come a nt mS va Pm Tou wight at 10ast have witlen, Tu had lied to you," il 1, should be steadily growing 1 hil they get as we turned a bend we saw a long, |. their mouths. I saw a gleam of silver |. as they tossed the fish into a basket. |: Oy 8 grow pound or ou Ee ade, % ut do we cep track of the ld, 12 children? Do we realize - height and weight? And that if onay! stop increasing in weight it is just! as bad as for baby? Most of us, I'm! afraid, little attention to the' safely through! that "second summer." Which ane! summer, by the way, wouldn't be a. bit worse than Mig first-if 'we would use the same care in f. Steady growth is the aw, for all! young animals, and if we do our whole duty we will see to it that the children of all ages maintain their growth. We can't stop watching them with the second summer nor with the sixteenth. In fact, I wonder if we ever can con- scientiously stop keeping an eye on them, even after they cast their first vote. So if Johnnie or Mary are to be kept up to the mark, we must weigh them every month or so, and 'measure them at least twice a year. Measur- ing everyone every birthday is' not only an exciting event, it is instruc tive as well, as it gives us an idea as to which ones are keeping up. Common sense and judgment must be used in making our deductions from these weighing and measuring tests. We all know there are childr8n| who seem undersized, but are perfect- ly well, while often 'the large boy: or girl who grows "hy leaps and bounds" is really thé one who needs medical attention. Too rapid growth ig a harmful as too glow. If the Ag child seems perfectly well, sleeps well, eats well, is not nervous or whining, is not troubled with-adenoids or any of the other ailments which afflict so many_children, there is no reason to be alarmed' if he does remain under- sized. But if he is fretful. or Cross, tires easily, sleeps badly, is captious about his food and all out of sorts, consult a doctor, The following table of weights and measures will 'give the relative! size for both boys.and girls from fo years old to fourteen: = . . BOYS. Height. Inches, 33.8 37 30.3 416 .. 48.75 "4575 47.76 497 © Age. Weight. Years, + Libs. 2 | 59.9 Baby's. Play Box. I have never had as much real good from any other article in my home as from the plain grocery box forty inches long twenty-five wide, and eighteen inches or a little more in| | Beght, that was converted ino s lay box for Baby. A soft pad was m large enough to fit the bottom in fo that it could be taken out and; cleaned easily. Pieces of an old quilt 'were tacked over the upper edges, i ey, ¥. "| will be redeenied 'when women atart oa i on first rinsing the garments by in a pail of cold water in which salt|} has been dissolved--one tablespoonful | of salt to a gallon. of water. After | wringing out in the salt water, put the tioles (into a tub of clear, warm water to which a little soapsuds has added. Wash rapidly so that the dye in the material will not have a chance to be affected by the alkali in the soapsuds. Be sure that the water is not too hot, fur that will dul. the colors considerably. Ringe twice in clear water to which more salt has| been added, and then starch wrong side out in the usual way unless the material is particularly dark. Hang in the oa to dry, and when taking down from the line do not dampen along with the other clothes, as colored fabrics should not lie damp than two hours before they are| ironed. When ironing, guard against | an overheated iron, just as against the hot water, and whenever there are| 'several thicknesses of material, as in belts, put cheesecloth between the iron and gingham to prevent that shifiy "look that is often the result of care: less ironing. "Teach Women How to Vote. The hunky, and the dark-skinned race, and the mysterious Chink, The Polock and illiterate man, are capable you think. What tho' they cannot ,write their names, and ¥ail to understand The urgent needs, the loyal pride, in this our lovely land! t 'But when it 'comes to women, you strike a different note," You must stand by and patient try to teach her how to vote, - So tell it oler a hundred times!--she might"be at a loss, PoorT8imple creature--why, and how, and 'where to.make a cross! Ob eh might shine pre-eminent long "years agone--to come; A 'solid power behind cruel 'war, a torch in every home. : In cities' strife, in'farni and field, and by the bed of pain-- ] Yet you 'would use her; if you could, "for your own grasping gain; 'Tis true you love her, and Bd adie, and even laud her de o Arid hold 'her tty for she fills all 'of yout endless n Yet slow, but sure \she'll find' 'the cure ~for every. ill. of note . to teach you how to vote!' ~The Needs of Parents. This is the age of the child, but parents 'should also be conserved. are necessary. Father and mother should also watch the scales--| not fo gain half a pound a month, but to see that they do not gain it. Too much coffée, too much meat, too much sweets, and not enough of coarse foods - (roughage), vegetables and fruits supplemented with a certain amount of worry and no exercise, spell "discomfort, increased blood pressure, irritability and pessimism. =~ A woman of forty, medium height (5 feet 4 inches), should weigh about Parker' s Will Bo = By cleaning or Ea LO their former appearance and return them to you, good ss mew. i a Send anything from old draper- ies down to the finest of delicate fabrics. j making them Soft, 2 the fete wae Er E tn Gai goat, are,