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nt es a RO SON fessing--boastin, half the night in a young fellow's 2 Tea Jetfor sie : OF THE GODS BY REX BEACH . SYNOPSIS. 'When Lee Ying, a prosperous Chinese Merchant of San Francisco, announces & son has arrived at his home, only ficer Dunne knows the child is really & white foundling. Sam Lee, raised us Lee Ying's son, attends Eastern College and finds a social barrier on account of Bis supposed Chinese blood. Alice Hart, an art student, "plays up" to Sam, She is sent to Paris by Lee Ying. Everett Himes, Mrs, Stevens and her daughter Mona. blackmailers, endeavor to ecom- promise Sam, They fail, but succeed in getting him expelled from college. Sam | abroad and becomes assistant to urst, an English playwright, Iie meets Alanna Wagner, a California heir- ess. They fall in Jove. Alice Hart tells 'Wagner Sam is Chinese, and Alanna, in & rage, publicly horsewhips Sam. Then a cablegram arrives announcing that Lee Ying is dying. CHAPTER XXI.--(Cont'd.) Cyril Bathurst returned home late that night, He had attended a party where he had been forced to listen to] various accounts of the occurrence at the tea dance and to comments upon racial questions which did not set well with him, hence he was not in an agreeable mood. He wag astonished to find Alanna Wagner waiting for him. "Where is Mr, Lee?" she inquired without preamble. "On his way to Paris. tomorrow for America." "Why did he go?" Bathurst opened his lips, then he hesitated, Coldly he asked. "Isn't| that rather stupid, coming from you? You're not a stupid girl." He sails! "Wha: I mean is--does he hate me?" "Probably. I would, if I were in his shoes." "The idea of his making love to me! Kissing me! Why, we spent half of last 'night under the cypresses; Can you bear it? . .. Did you know he's an Oriental?" "1 did." "I--I 'could kill him! It's outrace- ous!" the girl cried stormily. "Right! Filthiest trick I ever heard of. So unfair." "Yes. Unfair." "You should ue thrashed within an inch of your life." "I?" Alanna started, "Certainly? Surely you don't hold him to blame? That Mongolian tiger didn't drag you out of the Casino and into that thicket, did he? I fancy not. . , . I'd like awfully to give you a piece of ny mind, Miss Wagner; but X can't very well do so under my own rool." "Please do. I came uninvited." "Thanks awfully. I will. Youre vulgar and ill-bred and cruel. {I wager you were one of those nasty little brats who pull kittens legs just to hear them squall. You think it's elever to disregard everything conven- tional and to outrage all the decen- cies. © You're utterly indifferent to other people's feelings. Really, I'm sorry your father isn't present, bul Jou may repeat what I say and he ean find me any time." "Go ahead," the girl urged defiantly. "Righto! It's a pleasure I can't deny myself, We Europeans often spoil our women after they grow up, but Am- ericans seem to ruin them at the breast and you're a typical example. Look around you here in Paradis. Vain, overdressed, impudent, Ampty- women, as loud and gaudy and wasteful as macaws. It's the same all @ver Europe. . . . Imagine a girl of your age coming to a man's house alone, at this ungodly hour, and on. ing--that she spent arms! Thoroughly smart and up to date, no doubt, but it jolly well shocks me. I you were my daughter, 'half an hour. I'd teach you what p feels like. Sam Lee is a fine,' 'upstanding boy, and far too; r you. He held you at arm's as he could and that' a frantic, Ob, I saw the way 'at him! Disgraceful. Now m'; you 'could Mil WY, something a damned el than that." humiliated a proud, sensi- your good looks. You see I don't bend the knee to your father's money." In a voice that surprised her listen- er, Alanna said: "Just a minute, I'd like to speak my piece. I'm awfully | mad--about the kittens. I never did-- I love animals, I'd die before I'd hurt one. . . . The rest was true, except what you said about American girls, They're not all spoiled and selfish: you see only the ones like me. I know I was rotten. I came here to apolo- gize to Sam." "Ob, I say!" Bathurst exclaimed. "I'm sorry I ran on as I did." "That's all right. I've known the truth about myself for ages. Pm like father's soap: it's highly scented and beautifully wrapped up, and the boxes are expensive and all that, but it's made out of scraps from the stock- yards. That sizes me up: lavender and leaf lard, roses and refuse. I'm wild about Sam, but that doesn't change the situation, It merely ex- plains my actions, You see this is the first gate I ever found that was too high to jump: I suppose that's why I tell so hard, That's what drove me frantic." "Do you honestly care for him?" The girl nodded: her eyes were wide and dark with pain: her face was white and stricken. "When you've had everything, it comes hard suddenly to find yourself without anything, Smash! Bang! Allgone!... I'ma smart aleck, because it makes people laugh. It's my principle accompligh- ment. This serves me right." There was a pause, then the speaker inquir- ed with an effort: "Did I--hurt him much?' At Bathurst's answer, she flinched as if he had struck her, "Ill never forgive myself, of course, If 1 hadn't cared so terribly I couldnt have done it. But--he hurt me and I've never been hurt. Everything came to an end so swiftly--" "Has it necessarily come to end?" "Oh, positively! There's no way out! You playwrights make absurd things happen on the stage but in real life people have to be practical. They have to look facts in the face and live up to certain fixed rules of behavior, no matter how rebellious they may be." "You're a good little sport," Bath- urst asserted feelingly. "I apologizs." "Thanks. That thing about theskit- tens hurt like the dickens. Come, take me home, quick, I want to cry." an CHAPTER XXIII. The New York newspapers devo'ed considerable space to the death of Lee Ying, Chinatown's richest and most influential citizens, and the stories were copied in San Francisco and elsewhere, Mott, Pell and Doyers streets were in mourning and their residents prepared to pay the dead importer all the honors due to a ner- son of high importance. His body, dressed in twelve white linen gir- ments and resting in a splendid red lacquer coffin, lay in his princely home where hundreds of his country- men came to view it before it was re- turned to China for burial in some carefully chosen spot. Religious ceve- monials were under way, public rites and observances were to follow, for aside from his fabulous wealth, Lee Ying had gained a reputation for kindly deeds and his philanthropies were many. The newspapers announced that Lee Ying's son, who had been travel- ing abroad, was enroute home by the fastest ship, and was due to arrive in a day or so. This young man, Lee Sam, the sole heir to a royal fortune and the to a position of ique power in Chi American af- fairs, was a youth of university training and high cult A delega- tion of his countrymen, local citizens of prominence, had arranged to meet him at Quarantine, This was the same Leo Sam who had figared in the news of the day some months before and again recently in dispatches from the | French Riviera, Gossip had linked his name with that of a prominent California society girl but their ro- t had been vehe- | tim of that sensational affair at Par- adis. Hour after hour, he paced the floor of his cabin, or tossed and twisted on his berth, unable to erase from his mind the memory of his betrayal and his cruel humiliation. He tried to think only of his father, but thoughts of Alanna crowded in. When he visu- alized the image of Lee Ying it chang- ed into hers, her figure jostled his. . . Lee Ying was dying! He was calling for his son! The ship rolled and wai lowed in one spot: Sam wanted to lash it onward, , , , Horsewhipped! Dig h.nored! Shamed! He could still see the expressions on those startled faces in the tea garden. , . No taboos, she had said. . . No race prejudice. The liar! All women were liars, thieves, cheats, blackmailers. How useless to urge this ship onward, faster, faster, when he could never run away from what pursued him. It enfuriated Sam to be so cease- lessly concerned with his own affaira when his thoughts should be centred wholly upon that beneficent old man who had given him being. Fiercely he strove to hold his mind upon that high home which looked down upon the roofs of Chinatown: in fancy he walked with his father through its peaceful rooms and its gardens with their whispering fountains, . . Foun- tains! Fountains were chuckling in the gardens of Paradis: the cypresses were stirring over his head: his heast was choking him, for Alanna's arms were around his neck, her lips were damp' with his kisses. . . What was this chasm that separated East from West? . « It was the same old rid- dle. He gave it up. In mid-ocean came a radiogram that left him numb. He stared at it in anguish and disbelief. Lee Ying dead? Impossible! But so the message read. That morning at dawn; in the hour of the Tiger, he had gone on high. To the chanting of priests, the spirit of Sam's honorable father had set forth upon its perilous journey to the Nine Springs. (To be continued.) "Pals Abroad" Declared "Truly Delightful Booklet" One of the most delightful little books of travel to appear recently comes from the pens of Mr. J. M, Den- holm, editor of the News-Tribune, Blenheim, and Rev. W, "H. Roberts, rector of Trinity Church in the same place, "Pals Abroad" is the title of this interesting volume, and well in. dicates the nature of the contents, These two enthusiastic Rotarians were on the way to attend that or- ganization's convention in Vienna, and being keen observers, made the most of their opportunities, There are bright and witty stories of travel by land and water, descriptions of places and Individuals, and comments on the infinite historic charms offered by the Old World, A truly delightful book- let.--Toronto Globe. tr lr-- Beauty Beauty can give an edge to the bluntest sword.--Sir P. Sidney. mam---------- "The weakness of the social affec- tions and, the strength of the private desires constitute selfishness. -- Sir James Mackintosh. 3 By Henry Morton Robinson, Author DE ney tor | J Fo Corton'. 8 Sondhr oy Marooned! First Officer John Ken- lon, later for of t splintered his vessel sink beneather the waves. the bridge of one of thé crack clipper ships in the Liverpool-Melbourne trade of the early "10's, For the past day and night he bad clung to a bucking wheel while a savage hurricane had blown his ship 500 miles off her course, finally crashing her on the volcanic rocks of Hog Island., Now, the 19 survivors of that crash were marooned Ocean, castaways all, without food or shelter, 300 miles off the nearest ship- ping lane, * As if this situation were not des- perate enough, the eaptain now sick- ened and died, First Officer John Ken- lon ded to the d. The Thirty-six hours before he had been treading ie in the loneliest part of the Indian! it has been possible. dian banks to. tions fs afford 4 ment of The Royal | vear ending November Se The re sit, which is now going | ward to shareh , ar V'ith the large po-al, the Bank has j Iy adjust itself to the new conditions © d ct the same time. 3 n its 'arccteristically strong lquid posi tion. » ie EY With the less active trade conditions, the general business of the Bank, as represented by commercial loans, was on a smaller scale, but shareholders will be gratified in finding that profits were more than sufficient to permit of men were utterly demoralized, starv- ing and shelterless. Straightway the new captain, scarcely more than al boy, began building up the morale of his crew. He organized hunting and fishing details, planned rude grass huts for shelter, and devised a huge fire beacon which was kept burning day and night, When one of the sail- ors broke an arm, it was Jack Kenlon who bound it in a rude splint of drift wood. As surgeon, captain and chief of-staff, the young leader kept a cheer. ful grin over his ruddy Irish counten. ance. But as he strode the bleak cliffs with his closest companion, Tom Fleming, he wag despondent over the chances of ever getting his men off the desolate island. "If 1 conly could invent some kind of 'a craft," he kept saying to him- self, "But what is there to invent with?" Nothing! No tools, no timber --nothing but sand and rocks and sea! "Well," he said to Fleming, after two months of fruitless waiting, "about the only thing is' to lie down and dream out a way of escape." "Dream?" queried 'Fleming in sur- prise. "You never struck me as a dreamer, Captain, I've always thought your ideas. ran 'to- something more practical and concrete." Concrete! The resourcefulness that was Jater to make him New York's greatest fire fighter gave birth to a daring idea. "That's it, We'll build a concrete boat!" "A concrete boat?" gasped Tom. "Why, Skipper, a concrete boat would sink!" "If an iron ship floats, why not a concrete ship? It's only a question of displacement, There's limestone in these cliffs; we can crush and burn it for cement. As for sand and stone--there's no lack of either on this island, I'm thinking." So Skipper Kenlon set his men to crushing rock, while he himself built a kiln in which to burn limestone. He had built doz- ens of concrete houses with his father in his native Irish village, and had a thorough knowledge of the art. After three weeks of careful testing and mixing, he decided that he had the best concrete that could be made, At this point he turned his attention to the framework of the boat. With a few sticks of wood salvaged from the wreck of the clipper ship, he laid the skeleton of a boat 32 feet long with a beam of 81% feet. To reinforce the slender stakes of the craft, ropes were laid along the core of the keel, with ribs of rope lying transversely across it to strengthen the sides of the boat. The actual pouring of the concrete was done in 48 hours. When the last scoopful had been poured, the | weary company scarcely dared breathe the question uppermost in every mind: Will she float? Thaf question was definitely answer- t of the regular dividend at the rate of 12 per cent. and, In addition, | to take care of all the usual appropria- tions, including $600,000 set aside for Dominion Government taxes, Assets Well Maintained The general statement of assets and liabilities shows total assets in excess of $825,000,000, a reduction of only about 7 per cent. as compared with the amount reported at the end of the pre- vious year. In the light of lower com- modity prices and general slackening of activity, the maintenance of total assets at such a high level should be regarded as a remarkably good show- ing. In keeping with its policy, the Bank's liquid position, as usual, is a strong one, liquid assets totalling $348,- 630,561, or over 48 per cent. of labili- ties to the public. The principal ac- counts included among them are cash items of $150,286,891; Dominion and Provincial Government securities of $85,473,068 and Canadian municipal : $10,000,000 -- ob- | viously to curtailed international Total deposits stand at $647,308,075, against § 95,580,060 at the end of the 1930 year. The decline, as is well known, has been principally in de posits elsewhere than in Canad: in the Dominion being down only $7,160,000, and now amount to $479, 165,064, as against $486,325,264, Satisfactory Profits The many shareholders 'of the Bank will be particularly interested in the profit and loss account, and the show- ing made should be regarded as very satisfactory. Profits for the year amounted to $5,448,327, and thes® added to the amount. brought forward from the preceding year brought the total ilable for distr up to $9,655,105. Payment of the usual 12 per cent, dividend absorbec $4,200,000; a contribution of $200,000 was made to Officers' Pension Fund; the usual amount of $400,000 was appropriated allotted for Dominion Government taxes, After meeting all these charges the substantial amount of $4,155,105 was carried forward to credit of profit and logs into the next fiscal year, The- report will' be submitted 'to shareholders at the annual meeting to be held at the Head Office of the lank on Thursday, Japuary 14th, ed when 'the concrete 'sloop 'made its trial trip around the island, With Ken- lon at the tiller 'and 'Fleming' in the bow as lookout, 'the - boat attaineda | speed of 10 knots, answered the' helm beautifully, and shipped not a drop of water, The crew danced wildly on the beach as they watched the first v-ssel of its kind ekim the pounding breakers. They wanted to set sail at once for Australia, but the young cap- tain would not be hurried into this long voyage without careful prepara tions, He made the crew salt down a month's supply of fish and rabbits, while he put the new boat through a series of gruelling trials; Triumphant. ly, she met them all! Finally, Captain Jack and his crew shoved off jor the open sea. Kenlon had no sextant or compass, but by dead reckoning, laid a course for Australia, In ten days, when they were within 200 miles of thelr desti that the United States'made hundreds like its during the World War, ---- ee ll es ais > A Bull An American was being shown about the Australian bush: when 'a herd of bullocks made ts appearance, "What are those?' the American asked, "Bullocks, of course," was the ans- wer, "In America they are three times as big," the visitor remarked. A flock of sheep passed and again there was inquiry as to what they were, "Sheep, of course," the Australian replied. "Thought they were rabbits," said the American, By this time the Australian had learned something, and when three tion, with the concrete boat still sea- worthy, they were picked up by a Melbourne 'merchantman, Their res- cuers were unable to take the sloop along, so it was regretfully abandon- ed. Thus Jack Kenlon brought his crew to safety in a homemade boat af sand and stone. Incidentally, its principle of construction was so sound k 008 h d along and the American inquired what they were, he replied, "Grasshoppers, of course," | isin i Soclety has this good at least, that it lessens our conceit by teaching us our insignificance, and making us acquainted with our betters. ~--Thackeray, those [oq for bank premises and ,€00,000 was) chool : 0 common from any is such a large factor in the health of the nation and such a waste of the nation's time, it is of the utmost im- portance that its ravages be prevent. "As a first ) prevention we must recognize that colds are in- fections and contagious. The diff. culty of avoiding - infection acknowledged. During the cold sea- son colds are very prevalent amd a large . number of the patients are walking abroad in the land because they will not be kept in by 'just a cold" The innocent bystanders suf- fer. They are sprayed with the infec. tion liberated by a ch of The hands of a person with a cold are practically suré to be infected. Hence, it is almost impossible to avoid direct or indirect contact with |the infection. unless the people who ures: for the fellows. "The best method of protection, for both the sick and the well, is for the patient with a cold to go home -- to bed, it necessary--and to stay there until he has recovered. The patient needs quiet, rest and proper care, and he cannot obtain these in office, shop or factory. While thus doing the best thing for himself, he is likewige adopting one of the best methods of protecting thes general public: _ "Bit: the time~has' not yet come when everyones withsa- cold will retire from public 'contacts. Perhaps it is too much -to 'expect in the cast of a disease -the uncompkeated form of which does mot actually force a person to his bed. If he does go out among = his fellows, however, he should, in common. decency make: every effort to protect them. Every cough and: sneeze should be covered. Keeping © the .hands- scrupulously clean is a simple but worthwhile ald to the prophylaxis of the common cold." A protection of their a mazing Discovery in the Silt of the River Indus The Toronto Mail and Empire. -- With reference to the amazing diseov- ery of an unsuspected civilization, made by Sir John Marshall, late dis rector general of archaeology' in India, among the silt of the River Indus, the results of the work- carried on by him during the past nine years have now been published in three vols umes with the title "Mohenjo-Daro and the Indus Civilization" (London: Ar- thur Probsthain, £12 12s net.) Se ATH * {stretched from India The ption of the early ized by these excavation, Until 1922 no structural remains in India could be assigned, with certainty, to a period earlier than the third century B.C, and the failure to tracé any vestiges of the Vedic Age had been attributed to the fact thaf the light wattle and daub structures supposed to be typical of that culture had failed to survive the ravages of time, The discoveries in the Indus Valley now make it plain- that five thousand years ago, before even 'the Aryans were heard of, the Punjab- and Sind, at least, were: en- joying an advanced civilization closely akin to and, in some respects, even superior to that of contemporary Meso- potamia. Moreover, these Indus people, though still in the Chalcolithic Age, were in possession of a highly devels oped culture in 'which no traces of Aryan infl are di ble. The [two principal sites which have re- ceived _ continuous = exploration are Mohenjo-daro in the Larkana District of Sind and Harappa Tn the Montgom- ty District of the Punjab, but Sir _|John Marshall's work deals prineip {ally with the former and better-pre- served remains. ; These discoveries seem to have more than a local interest. Seals of | characteristic "Indus" type have been found in Mesopotamia. Human civil lization 5,000 years ago apparently c } through Mesopo« tamia in Egypt, across a tract at least 1,800 miles in i : "Threads of Trut have colds are willing 'to take meas- - history of India has been revolution. ' : ie thread of Truth 3s woven with error; yet a vesture fair s other disease, Since the common cold