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Not a particle of adulterant in a thousand dozen packages. <[ We'll send you a beautifully gotten up little book of recipes, if you'll write for it. :: CANADA STARCH COMPANY :: Makers of I he Famous Edwardsliurg Brands MONTREAL :: CARDINAL :: BRANTFORD PREPARED DVl O The Wedding Eve ; Or, Married to a Fairy. CHAPTER XIX. (Continued). "That Hounds very charming, but It Would ii'ii i". ,rnt you from feeling hurt anil angry when your relatives nuhlicil i.rid ignored your wife. Think how uiil.i'i to th'- girl - u-'lt a union would IM-. I may he < .mMilri vil cynical, but 1 inn always lurllned to the belief that ili i-;isaiit wir of th>' l.nrtl of Burldgh i.].-,i away ami died, not on account 'if the burden of uii hunor into which shu was not born, liut because (the ivullv < mild not endure tho snubs of her husband's high-born female re- latlves. \Vli. should poor little 1, tilth, who In really very happy anil contented its Hie I.--, have to .submit i., ; , .- imllar ordeal?' "Hhn herself lit tho brat Judge of what he run in cannot endure," I uald. "May 1 Mr, 1 h''l '.'" Mm. .Morlnnd rose with ulniTlty. "I will fi-ifli her," she Hiild. "But you niuxt nut be too much discouraged If she snyn 'No. 1 Hhe likes you very much as .1 I'rlfiiil. but the child Im.s no thoughts of marriage, nor will .she hnvo for yearn to come In all probability. Her temperament IN by no menus pus- loriule, iiml she Is inure child than wo- man still." Slid wa leaving the room when 1 sprung from my seat and stripped her. "May I ask,' 1 I Hiilil. "that some one be M hi to i', -it'll 1,111th here? i want to he mysi-lf the first to tell her of my Wishes. Will you let in'- mil! for the told?" I hail inv hand on the bell an I spoke, n Hi. ti N)I- >>uM not r i ii < me; but t could :-"! iiuiii- well that she ill. I not relish tin- arrangement. Mill Mho in <'i"l- d In a graceful und ladylike .-nann'i. resuming her seat and giving orders, to the servant who entered, to ask Mi...; Baxnn in ooimi in ihn drawing-room. My heart thumped faater mid fuster durliiK the short Interval bel'oiu l.iiui, < appearance. tVhiil would nil* say? How woulc) slip, looli.' \\ould alio wear the whll.- i'i -o, !( in ul'.li'h I luid lust Hcntt her? ,shi> HIIIIII xiilvuil all doubts, onterlng like ii druatn of youth and beauty. In Parlilan-lonKlnii imw. blouBo of i o.s- oolnrml l.iuii :ind wlilti; hn'e InnertloB over a Hhlrt <if /awn-ooloreil Hllk, a roge- oolored hllk sah round her waist, uiul a lovely rulur In her cheeks mid bright- np.8 In lii-r danrlng pve- II is HlriuiK" how ilicsH i, Hers a wo- man With b.-r j.'How hair elegantly hlKli <"' ll( '' head and low down on tin- nape of her neck, her little feet encased In silk xtorldiiK.i and French lilKh-hri'li-il slippers, and one (?olil buii- Kle mi her left wrist, l.llllli looked no Inrtffer thu lovely artist's model 1 had last seen, but a hM|Utlful und rellind ynunp lady. Mad she entered In.raRS, my lovo anil her beauty would have stood the test triumphantly, but, as it wan. I tolii MiyHelf with pride Hint she would have lu>en a IHtliiK wifn for a prince, mul that a prince might well roiiKral ulnte hlnisulf over winnliiR surh a prize. "Ijllllh." Mrs. Morland beifiin hastily, nnrl In e\'ldent nervousnesH "Mr. Hervey Itns ' roine down here to say something to you something which 1 think w^ll surprise you very much." A swift Klnnce, the purport of which I did not understand, was cxchanKed by the two women, and 1,111th grew sudden- Iv VIM y pale. I was shakinK bands with her hy this time, and held her hand a lone time within my own. "You are not angry with me, are you?" she said artlessly, looking up Into my face. "So far fr'.m be.liiK angry with you," I salcl. t iklrtR her two hands, and hold- Ing them close, "that I have come to- day to nsk you to be my wife." Him f tared at mo with dilated eyes, and then looked away, anil begun to laugh In a nervous, half-hysterical man- ner. "How absurd!" she exclaimed. "Hut, of fonrso, you are Joking. I am sure I*ai'y Margaret would be cross If she lira :'d you talk such nonsense." 'Lady Margaret has nothing to do with it." I said, still retalrflnj} her hands and trying to make her averted eyes meet mine. "Wo are no longer engRged. Wo never loved each other, and we have found out our mistake now. 1 have nl- wa\ Invert you. 1,111th. and 1 want you to try Hiid love me." "Oh. 1 can't! It's Impossible. You rnn't be in earnest. You must forget nil this at once. It's iiulte out of the question!" panted I.llllh In excitement which It was painful to witness. Then, suddenly wrenching her hands from mine, she burst Into a passion of tenrs. Mrs. Morland put her arms affection- ately round the sobbing girl and tried to soothe her, glancing significantly at me over l.lllth's shoulder the whlbt 'l.iiiib Is not *"?-." >> *M, "tad the shock and surprise have been too much for 1 er." "If you will leave us alone for a few minutes." Ijurgested. "I will try and reason wlta- 7 her until she guts used to the Idea." "She will never get used to the Men," Mrs. Morland returned emphatically, "l.lllth has a ereat dislike for the very Idea of marrlaC*, I was Just the same] at her age. Consider how very young she Is " "Will you allow me to speak to her alone?" I repeated Icily; and Mrs. Mor- land, with a Blight deprecatory shrug of her shoulders and llftlriK of her eye- brows, released 1,111th from her embrace and rustled out of the room. The door bad hardly closed upon her a very evident wish to escape a tete-a- tete Interview with me. 1 Intercepted when I.lllth miiile a spring toward It, In her. am!, taking her hand In mine, 1 led her to a. seat. I do not deny that I felt startlei 1 and pained by the manner In which my proposal had been received. Had 1 been halt, or maimed, or blind, In- stt-ud of a healthy and passable-looking man of elRht-and-twetity. my offer could not apparently have Inspired greater i epugnani'e and alarm. "Tell me. l.illth dear," 1 said very gently, seating myself on tho sofa by her side, "why should the Idea of iiuir- rylng me seem so dreadful to you? I thought you were fond of me and happy with me. It did not seem so very long ago that you wanted to be always with me. Haye you already forgotten?" "I was a child then," she faltered, blushing crimson. "You are not much more than a child now. Listen, dear. I am not rich, and you iny you are extravagant. Hut I have no doubt I shall be able to make illilte as much as y<iu will want to spend 1 have an allowance of a thousand a year, and at present I am making IXH much by my art " "Two thousand a year!" she exclaim- ed, opening wide eyes "And you Bay you are not rich?" "Well, anyhow, you will be able t<i lmv plenty of pretty frocks as pretty as the one you have on " "Oh. that Isn't mine. Mrs. Morland lent It me ti make me look nice for your visit. 1 have never had such an expensive dies.s as this. Hut perhaps I ought not to have told you," she added, suddenly checking her How of con- fldenfces. "Don't let her know." "Very well, dearest. 1 was going to tell you that I am godson and grand- nephew to old Admiral l)l;-.klnton. who bought my lust large painting of a Neapolitan fishing-fleet for five hundred Counds. and that be always talks of laving me something. Tint It Is better to trust to what I shall make myself; and, with you to work for, you to Inspire me, I am certain of wealth anil fame. I only tell you these things, darling, he- cause I know you are fond of spending money, and I don't know what else I can say to Induce you to like me bet- ter." "I do like vou," she said, looking up at me, her blue eyea streaming with . tears. "I am very fond of you, Indeed, In in! very grateful to you, and you are very hnndMune and attM tMe MM, and the nephew of an earl, and a genius I know all that, and T have often been told about it. But you must not marry any one like me a little beggar girl that danced about In taverns for her living. It is quite, quite out of the question. And It's only a sudden notion of yours, or why didn't you tell me when you put me here to school that yoi meant to take me out and marry me at 4he end of a year? I urn sure 1 was miserable enough then to want some comforting." "I was not free then, dear or I would gladly have done so. I telographtd to Mrs. Morland yesterday within an hour of having my engagement dissolved by Lady Margaret l.orlmer." "You thought of me directly?" she Raid, looking: at me for a few seconds Intently In silence. Then she gave a quick little sfgh. "It is too late." she said. "I have changed my mind alto- gether within the past year. I don't love you now at all. And I shall never marry any one." CHAPTER XX. I did not stay at Bristol that night, as I had Intended doing. Hag and baggage. I departed back to town, after a tete-a-tete talk with Mrs. Morland had succeeded a tete-a-tete talk with Lillth. I could not take no for an answer. There was something odd and reserved about I.lllth'H manner, and her fits of friendly affection alternating with her unaccountable aversion against the Idea of becoming my wife induced me not unnaturally to believe that girlish ca- Brlce was at the bottom of her refusal of mv offer. She Wad termlnited our interview by suddenly dashing from the room in a flood of tears, ju.u before, she had owned that nobody had ever been so good to her as I, and that nobody but I had ever loved her. She strenuously negatived my suggestion that she had another sweetheart, assuring me that such was far from being the case. "I have neTer' met any men here, a* you know," she said. "How should 17 I am sure no one could be half so good to me aa you. But I can't marry you. and you mustn't ask me. Tour grand relatives would be always looking down upon me; wouldn't they now? And that splendidly dressed- ' cousin of yours, whom you were going to marry, would want to kill me. No, you mustn't call me changeable. I know I would have jumped at the thought of marrying- you In a year had you asked me at Lythlnge. Hut I'm ever so much older now, and I know that when a man marries beneath lilm, he Is always sorry, and makes his wife norry. too. And I'm not really a bit civilized. I hate things settled and regular. 1 like plcknicking better than dining, and I feel uncomfortable when servants stand about in the room dur- ; meals. Do you remember how .nii-d 'Mr. Wrenshaw,' as I called lilm, to have his dinner with us? Well, I'm Just a little better than that now. I know the names of things, and how to pronounce them In french. and I can pick out tunes with the notes on the piano, and I don't make mistakes in grammar and utter the common expres- sions I used to. I've been too much scolded for that! But at heart I am very much the little gipsy I used to be, and I never look at the sea without longing to take off my shoes and stock- Ings and bound along with bare feet at the edge of the waves. And I hate women just as much as ever. Men 1 like, and I love the smell of tobacco, and do enjoy a puff at a cigarette now and then. But women are so prim. I hate the girls here, who all affectedly mimic Mrs. Morland. and mimic her so badly, and are always trying to be thought fine ladles and something much grander than they really are. "And I never hear an organ In the street without wanting to catch up my skirls and dance to It, as I used to when I was a little child. And one thing more I must tell you when I've been many weeks living In a civilized sort of way. all of a sudden a great longing comes to me to be up and out of It all, like In the old days when father and I got u'i before daylight, and crept out of some barn where we'd stolen In to rest, before we were worried out of it by the farmer's lads. I don't like houses overmuch; they stifle me, somehow. And t hate Rtopplng In the same place long. I want to be out under the blue sky and In sound of the sea. Oh. I'm not fit to be a gentleman's wife, Mr. Hervey, and If you'd seen a bit more of me dur- ing the past fourteen months, you'd know It." There was a touch of sadness, almost of bitterness. If bitterness were possible In Lillth. ringing through her tones. Hut, loving her as I did. every word she uttered brought her nearer to me. "You will be an artist's wife," I said, "and you have the artist temperament. I am no fonder of houses or affected, stuck-up people than you are. I chafe just as you do at the silly restrictions of society, and long for a fuller, a more real, and, more open existence. And I cannot live long away from the cull of the sea. So that we have all these tastes, which you think are against you, entirely In common." "Hut. Mr. llervey " "Won't you call me Adrian? And won't you try to feel a little fond of me?" "I will rail you Adrian, if you like, and 1 am very, very fond of you. But 1 can never, never be your wife!" And with that she had burst out cry- ing und fled from the room. To her had succeeded Mrs. Morland, the sweet-voiced, comfortable, and com- forting. She strongly advlKed mo to o back to town, und return In a few ays to see whether In the Interval Lil- lth had grown used to the Idea of mar- rying me. It was Thursday; why not come again on Monday, to receive her final answer? When 1 hesitated. Mrs. Morland has- tened to assure me that she herself would do her utmost on my behalf. "Frankly. I think little Lillth Is too unconventU nal anil Bohemian. In spite of all my teaching, to make a suitable wife for a distinguished and popular painter In your brilliant position," she said. "Perhaps she has not been quite long enough with me yet to tone down her <jlpsy Instincts. Now, If you would only let me counsel you to go away for a whole year at the end of that time Lillth would Htill be only eighteen, but she would be old enough, no doubt, to appreciate the honor you wish to confer upon her. and would very likely be only too glad to accept your offer." "It Is she, not I. who would be con- ferring an honor," I said, "and I should not dream of waiting a year. If I had my way. Lillth and 1 would be married to-morrow." Mrs. Morland shook her finger at me with Indulgent playfulness. "You young men are so tempestuous and Impatient!" she exclaimed. "Any- how, wait until Monday and be assured I will do my very best to advance your cause." I did not In the least believe her. It seemed to me that her manner betrayed a most patent artificiality, and that her tones rang false. 1 bad not seen her for so long a time, and I had therefore fail- ed to note that the pirn-Ing quality of her voice was accompanied by a very feline look In her scintillating, almost puplllesa. green-gray eyes. I began to dislike the woman whom 1 already dls- trustcd. and I rose somewhat abruptly. "I will come again on Monday, as you suggest." I -..ni "But may 1 ask that Lllith be here to see me. and not either with assistant teachers at Illfracombe. or with schoolfellow. 1 ) at WeHton-super- Mare?" The shot told home. Mrs. Morland's clear skin gtew crimson, and her pupils seemed to contract as she glanced at me sideways. "That Is really nnklnd of you," she murmured. In gentle remonstrance, "t would never have let her leave my roof fin hnlf an hour had 1 guessed that you disapproved of It." I could not even bid Lillth farewell. She was locked In her own room, so I was told, and clirt not feel equal to see- ing me again. So. puzzled, disappoint- ed, and profoundly hurt, yet by no means hopeless. 1 left Morland House and drove back to the station, where t had left my bag. having been too eager to see Lllllh to drive flrst to a hotel. The more I thought about her con- duct, the more firmly I believed that some pressure was being exercised to induce per to behave with such strange caprice. Itnuhtless Mrs. Morland would prefer to Urrp for another year a pupil on mlii'.'f I'i'half two hundred a year was paid by reeuhir quarterly instal- ment?. On McmU.y, howc\or. I would, so I determined. ;..k LIL'tU away fro IB the influence of v -vlo,; n .-.*<*<= for Which Way do You Buy Sugar? Do you say decisively : ''A 54b. Package of REDPATH Sugar", or "A 20-fc. Bag of REDRAW, and get a definite quantity of well-known quality,"Canada's beA" clean and uncontaminated , in the Original Package ? Or do you say, thoughtlessly ; 1 A quarter's worth of Sugar", or 'A dollar's worth of Sugar", and get . nn unknown quantity ji unknown quality scooped out of an open barrel into a paper bag ? Extra Granulated SUGAR CANADA SUGAR REFINING CO.. LIMITED. MONTBEA1, entire afternoon, so that I might Induce tier to apeak without reserve. The train steamed Into London on a foirirv.and depressing atrtnmn evening- Nothing much was doing In town yet. and as I glanced at the posters an- nouncing the contents of tne evening papers exhibited along the sidewalk, the chief Item anoeared to be "Death of a British admiral from sunstroke In Vir- ginia." My great-uncle. Admiral Adrian Blaklston. whom, as a child. I had only once seen, had. so I recollected, some property near Richmond, Virginia, and L therefore expended a halfpenny to dis- cover whether the paragraph referred to itm. Standing under a eras-lamp near :he entrance to the station. I scanned the columns of the paw. and discover- (d. with some slight shock, that It was ndeed my tllstl-.sulyJied relative. mother's uncle, a man of seventy-two, whose death was chronicled there. Already he had been dead some days, for his estate was situated In a coun- :ry district, and the news hd apparent- y only just reached London. In him . had lost an art patron, for he had re- cently bought one of my pictures, and lad expressed himself as highly delight- ed with It. Naturally I was sorry /or the old gentleman, but a man of twenty- eight, verv much in love for the flrst Ime cannot be expected to cherish any very deep feellr.it for a distant connec tlon of over three-score years and ten. whose very appearance Is unfamiliar to him. I crushed the paper In my pcS;et. to- gether with another which 1 purchased to glean further details. v'-!eh last told me that "the late distinguished officer was nearly related to the brlllian* young marine painter. Adrian llervey. A.R.A.. Mr. Hervey's mother having been the Honorable Clara Blaklston. Ad- miral Blaklston's niece." At my studio t found Wray, who ex- claimed: "Back again. Vervey! I thought you weren't expected until to-morrow?" "Then why In the world did you call?" I asked testily, for I had no wish to meet the man at that moment. "Oh, to plague Wrenshaw her*, ami to try and borrow five shillings of him." he answered Imperturably. "But Wren- shaw was not to be touched. Now you've come. It's all right. I'll come in with you." I stood on the door-step In the worst of tempers. "Frankly, Wray I am not In talking humor." "Nor am I Hut I'm In smoking hu- mor. If you'll let me have a pinch of tobacco. Do llervey. I haven't smok- ed since yesterday, and I'm expiring for a pipe." "Come up. then." I said, suppressing a sigh, "but don't stoi> long, there's a good fellow. I wouldn't be drawn Into talking to-night If a fortune depended upon It." "All right. I'll take the tobacco and go." (To be continued.) 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