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THE PLESHERTON ADVANCE. ^ I CURRENT COMMENT The New Hydro Radial Commission s Premier Drury has named bis commission for the iuvestigation of the Hydro Radial plans of tho Ontario provincial Commission. The idea of appointing one eommiseion to check the work of another appointed by the Government is a novelty and while Premier Drury assured a Markbam audience that he bad taken no stand against Hydro radials and only wanted to know, it is impossible to regard the appuiutment of the second commission otherwise than as a reflec- tion on the integrity or the intelligence of the 8r8t. Had Premier Drury selected a commission of engiuci-rini; experts to make a report thu new commidsion might have been accepted as he suggested as a measure to strengthen the con- lidcnce of the public in the Hydro radial proposals. But as the ablest expert opinion has already been obtained by the Hydro Commission, the new body can only retrace the same ground and perhaps assure the Government that the Hydro Commission was not mendacious, but had actually secured the infor- mation it alleged it bad obtained. But this would come perilously near looking like a gratuitous insult, not only to the Hydro Oommiasion, but also to tho Hydro Uadial Union of Municipalities which accepted the Hydro Commission's reports, in many cases after investigations of their own. It is certain that Premier Drury has not intended all this, but undoubtedly this is low it appear^ to the great majority of tho municipalities which are committed to the scheme, and which are much concerned over tho delay which Premier Drury 's intention to check up the work of the Hydro Commisaion involves. Premier Drury should sec that while be professes friendship for the Hydro plans he has taken the same course that would have been expected of him had bo professed enmity. As it is he has divided tbo province on a question upon which there has been no popular division and ho has unwittingly aligned himself and his government against the supporters of the most popular plank in any political platform. ADVICE TO GIRLS By Rosalind Jl*(<i(«rarf Ace«nUnt to th* C»py ritht Act Facing Coal Problems A most important statement has been made by Mr. U. A. Harrington, the provincial fuel controller, on the coal situation. It is the first official effort to face the facts of the coal supply and to place the conditions before the people so that a full understanding of what is necessary to be done can be had. The first thing is the recognition that within a measurable time all the anthracite produced in the United States will be required for their home consumption. Once this is generally seen to be the case it should not take Canadian public opinion long to come to tho point of insisting ou steps being taken by the government for a proper development of native Canadian fuel resources. The United States has been most considerate and generous, as Mr. ilarrington says, in letting us have coal. Hut God helps those who help themselves, and when Mr. Harrington dilates on the anthracite deposits in Alberta it is a clear indication that the job of supplying ourselves with fuel has been given to our selves Harrington, and it means that Ontario must learn to look west for her anthrueite supplies, unless, as Alberta engineers insist, coal can be found in our own or the Manitoba north. lu our climate coal is a necessity. We cannot heat our houses with electricity, unless perhaps we Icaru to harness the wind and the tides and to store their energy. Water power as we have it will probably be sufficient for our commercial and manufacturing needs, but fuel for the home is a necessity upon the annual supply of which the householder depends for the existence of himself and his family. Uovernment, federal, provincial, municipal, should deal with this necessity as it deals with the necessity for water or transportation. Dear Girls : â€" This is jtut :» Uttle personal note to all my readersâ€" to teU you that I am glad you like the column and to assure you that I am enjoyliic It very much myself. I hare heard people sneer at columns sucb as ours, but that w'aa because those people never realized that there are thousands of people who have no one to whom they may turn for advice; and because these scoffers did not know that even If one has plenty of advisers there are some things It Is heaps easier to tell to a stranger. I know that three- quarters of my letters come Just because I do not know the people who write or the circumstances which have caused them to seek ad- vice. But whatever your reason for writing, I am glad to do what J. can, and I shall advise you to the best of my ability ou whatever subject you choose to talk about. Your letters have to be fonrarded to me and I find that quite a nimi- ber have gone astray. Please write again, and mark your envel- ope very plainly, "To BosaUnd, 615 Manning Chambers, Toronto." â€" BOSALIND. E FACTS ABOUT CANADA Toronto's White Elephant Dilemma Some kind of a game is being played in Toronto iu connection with the new Union Station there, the outcome of which is of more or less interest to the whole pro\1ncc. liverybody goes to Toronto at one time or another, to the Legislature, to the t'uiversily, to Osgoodu Hall, to the Kxhibitiou, to the Huyal Ontario Museum, to the Grange Art Gallery, to tbo annual convention of the lodge, or ou the honeymoon. So wo all have to pass through the ordeal of the old Union Station, which is about tho worst specimen of a, railway depot on the North American continent. Those who do bo get off the trains at Suunyside, Parkdale, the Don or Morth Toronto. They do not slop at Hiverdale. A new Union Station has been going ou since 1U04, when tlie great lire luisseJ its chance to burn the old one. Toronto people are supposed to admire the new station, but the rear view looks like a jail, and tho only front view at present is a fence. The fence view, according to the perennial Mayor Cliurch, is lo be continued indeliuitely, and other authorities say it will be a year before the station is ready, it cuuUl be liuislied iu a sliort lime if the authorities would agree to have tho trains enter on the level. Ten years ago some members of the lioard of Trade conceived the idea of building a mud wall l!>iU feet thick along tho water front, and putting tho railway trucks ou top of it. They gut uu engineer to draw a plan of this monstrosity with tunnels through it at the main streets. He has lied tho country since. The new harbor board which spends the money supplied to it by tiio city and the Dominion Government, actually adopted this plan instead of tho bridge plan which is so sutisfaelory at Siuinyeide, and it is estimated that the cost of the uiud wall, the right of way, the land damages and bridges which it will necessitate will run up to fifty or sixty million dollars. The railways uaturuliy do not want to build this obstruction, but the Board of Trade aud the Mayor and the Harbor lioard are obsessed with the idea aud insist upon it. A Toronto paper says that Montreal interests are forcing the uiud wall ou Toronto iu order to huudieap the city's development and keep back the growth of water front trallic. As tho whole province is interested and no reputable engineer has ever endorsed tho mud wall idea, it has been suggested that the inoviiieial governnieut should take a hautl in the matter with u view to having the situation reconsidered with expert engineering advice. Dear Bosalind: I am a Yank; quite young, and in spite of the latter I have here a good sized problem for you to thrash out fcr me. First, I beg to be excused for trespassing ou your columns, however, knowing that you wouldn't mind me ;.ftor unraveling my story. Away back in April, 1913, I met a very nice girl at a place where 1 was working near Hamilton, and as the result we became V ery good friends. Everything went well until November, 1915, when I left her, and then of course I went up north tc seek adventure. Ail the time, since „ «,,..» . • » • • 1 i I ), nf our first meeting I used to take her Coal will be one of the big items in interprovincial trade, says Mr. ^^^^ ^^.^^ ^^ ^^^^^j^^^ theatres and Ht- tle excursions just as the season and time warranted. Through summer an& winter we got along very nicely in- deed. Iu fact, she and I became real sweethearts, aud to look at this affair stiuare, 1 may say that I had proposed to marry her in December of 1915, to wliicli slie consented. Aud it happened I wanted to go up north early iu No- vember of the same year, so 1 packed up and armed myself with a Winches- ter and a couple of revolvers aud enough ammunition to last me for a iijouth of sport up iu tho north. I set out. While 1 was out one cold, frosty day somewhere â€" heaven knows â€" up in the wilds of northern Ontario, 1 met with a shooting accident. I made out to get back to the cabin to have i:iy wound fixed, and later to write home to tell her how badly I was wounded. A fortnight followed, aud a letter came. To my suprise, it wasn't from her at all, but instead, it was from another lady friend of mine. She told mo that my sweet- heart had eloped and gone over to tho central States. At this I was much shocked and I couldn't believe it. So 1 thought of writing to her, but no answer eame. As the result of this misfortune, 1 determined to stay w- tinre till thu 23rd of April, 1910, and when I fiually came homo 1 found that she really was gone and married. This e.itircly upset me, and I immediately iiiado u decision not to pry into any (tucstions about her at any time. At the same time I found myself going about aghast in wonderment and sur- piise of how 1 came to be so ill-treated by this girl after being so long ac- i|uaiuted with her. However, in spite '>!' this, 1 tried to forget it all by en- iiMinj; in the 11. C. D.'a at Toronto ill May of the same year, aud it was in June next I was sent overseas and in September I was in tho trenches in I'nmec, thou serving with tl<e 4th Batt. -Ml this time 1 couldn't forget her at all. Hut before 1 left I heard her hub- by was to go over with the same con- \<iy to Kiiglund and as u result 1 k.pt an eye open for him, and while wo were ili'traiiiin),' iit Liviri)uol, England. I met him as expected, but I never said ^iiiylliiiig. So things went on just as smooth till in Octobei:^ of that year, ll'lii, 1 saw my lirst actual lighting. This was at the Sommo, and 1 came through this alright without getting a si-ralcli, except a good scare. However, nil through the next light at Vimy Kidge, I thought of this queer girl of mine away buck in Canada, and through the serap at Krosnov in -Vpril, 1917. It was at tho latter fight 1 was struck by a niucliino gun missile Mid was laid out in No Man's Land till I was gassed, but fortunately abo\it -.ill in the morning streteher-bearers linuul me and I was carried back to .some dressing station behind tho lines. Thin it happened that in September of that year after a long convalescence iu Kngland, I was to sail homo for Can- I'da .so I did. On the Llandovery Onstlo wo came, and landed at Halifax I II October 2, and it was on the 17th of (Jetober when I landed at tho sta- tion here in Hamilton along with many returned me. To my surprise, as I hwbhled along through the alleyway of many citizens who were welcoming ua homo at tho station, I noticed the girl who left me nnd eloped, standing close by to where I passed. She gave mo a welcoming smile, but I never took the slightest attention of her, but still she pursued me to whore we were taken to tho niitomobilea in which wo were to be taken to our homes. Still, I took no notice of her, but I could tell by an occasional glance toward her, that sho was worried by the way I treated her. So it happened that on the day I arrived home her man had been killed in France, and of course, I, in a good nnturod way, wrote her a sympathetic Utter. Then, ever since up till now, she has written me often and many times she has pitifully requested me to forgive her for what she did to me, by eloping and being married to another boy. Now, I cannot see any reason why I should forgive her, sa she had It is not often that a missionary is the means of removing an entire tribe of Indians to a new site. In the early days of April, 1869, the Bev. Mr. Duncan, a missionary who had been settled among the Indians of British Columbia, decided tltat the tribe with which he was working must have a new home. lie had begun a little school for the Indian children the pre- vious summer with an initial attend- ance of 26 children meeting in the house of a chief. Before the year end- ed he had an attendance of 110 chil- dren and 50 adults. The result was that the missionary decided to remove the whole band of Indians to a new village of Met-lah-kat-lah. But before he would permit the braves to join in the enterprise be made certain rules they were to obey. They must give up Indian deviltry, cease calling in the conjurers when they were sick; quit gambling, cease painting their faces, quit drinking intoxicating liquors, at- tend religious services, pay their debts and be clean and honest. It was a very severe test for tne In- dians, who sat aronnd their camp fires when the conditions of residence in the new ideal village were announced. For a long time they sat in silence nnd thought. Then one after another they arose and announced before the gath- ering that they would subscribe to the rules of life laid down by the mission- ary. Four years later a bishop of the church arrived and baptized nearly tiU adults aud cliildren at the new vil- lage. The settlement grew rapidly until over 1,000 clean and honest Indians were living together in peace and har- mony. They built good homes for them- selves and a little Gothic church for all tho religious exercises. Then they established a reading room and last of all a brass band wiis organized. The .vperiment in village building was a success. Foolish Francesca By Olive Wadaley Our GreatestSeaman Gone Already the greatest figures of the Great War are beginning to disJipp 'ar. Nothing in tho universe is more impressive than the niari'h of time, obliteratiug every record, removing every mark as it goes. The death of l-ord Fisher closes an epoch in naval warfare. Those who lake the providential view of history are justified iu j)oinliiig to Fisher as the agent who won the Ureat War in advance when he designed the dreadnought and tho battle-cruiser, and adop'cd the jiolicy of concentrating the navy in tho North Sea. The opijositiou of Lord NorthclifTe and Winston Churchill appears lo have been largely respon- sible iu preventing Fisher from taking a greater shuro in the actual direction of the navy in the war. L'luloiibtedly had ho been in Jellicoo's place at Jutland the Germans would have hud no excuse to regard their escape as u victory. Like so many great men, his actions aud utterances were of an uneomiiion order. Shacking to tho conventional, indiscreet lu the otTicial, eeeentric to the commonplace, he hud alt tho marks of genius that lend lesser niea to speculate on the borderline between genius and insanity. The ilii)piiig needle will Always seem insane to tho ordinary compass needio with its more restricted range of motion. It was like Fisher to write to tho Oerman Adtiiirnl Tirpitz when that worthy retired in 191(): "Dear Old Tirps. â€" Wo are both in the same boat. What u time wo'vo been colleagues, old boy I However, wc did you in the eye over tho liatllo-eruisers, and 1 know you've said you'll never forgive me for it when bang! went the Hliichcr and \'on Spec nnd all his host. Cheer up, old chnpl Hay, 'Ucsurgum.' You're the one German anilor who understands war. Kill your enemy without being killeil yourself. 1 don't lilaiiie you for tho submarine busines. I'd have done the same myself, only our i liots in England wouldn't believe me when I told 'em. Well, ao lung. Yours till hell friezes, Fisher." This may bo commended to gentlemen who take them- selves too seriously. Lord Fisher might very well have been entombed in (3t, Paul's, near his great jiredecessor, though he was thought to have more of the ijualities of Blake than of Nelson. But ho preferred to bo buried beside his wife at Kilvorstono Hall, in Norfolkshire. 'i'he nation, however, gave him a funeral in Westminster Abbey. Germany and Coal It ia difficult to determine from tho cables whether tho German Government and its rcpreaentativcs negotiating with the Allies are acting in perfect good faith or not. The policy of I'rance is certainly not to give them the benelit of the doubt, but rather to take no chances. Hurh it is to create a reputation for bad faith. At the same time, the German delegates appear to havo been very earnest In their representations. They fear the red peril of Soviet Uussin, whose armies are not far away, and they fear civil war nnd revolution in Oermnnv Itself. When tho coneesBion was made of re<lucing the supply of conl for France to be mined by Germany to 2,000,000 tons monthly, Dr.'Wator Simons, the foreign mmiater declared Germany stood between civil war and invasion, a hiding to the Allies' threat to occupy the Huhr district in case of noncom- pliance. Britain i answer to thla was that Germany produced over 13,000,000 tons monthly and could eaaily ipare tho 2,000,000 stipulated. Tho Allied de- mand was reduced from 108.000 to 70.000 ton. daily. Vlugo Sinncs is gsrded as the present "bad man" of the German situation. He is a coal baron and the wofst type of Prussian. Simon, wo. formerly hi. secretir?. Verb ..J. no reason to treat me as she did. Xow, iu this queer case, what should I do? â€"VIMY, C 4. Hear Hoy: â€" I'm afraid "with all her faults you love her still." 1 think you would be foolish to let your pride stand iu the way of your happiness. If I were you I would go lo see your old Irienu, and see how your friendship has stood the test of the hard times you have both gone through. I would be very canny II bout becomiug engaged again. Wait a v.hile, and see whether your experience has helped both of you to live bigger, belter lives â€" lives not so easily upset by billy pride or false ideas. I enjoyed your letter very, very much, aud 1 sball be glad to welcome you back to the column any time. Write us another big, long letter. \Ve shall like ii, as I'm pretty sure you like writiug it. â€" E0SAL1M1>. {Continued from last week.) His arm tightened round her, she moved a little nearer to him. "Am I a bundle of emotions t Oughtn't one to be? Isn't it -nice t" He really laughed then. "Nice," as applied by Frankie, was to deliciously humorous. She drew herself away quickly. ' ' I think it 's horrid of you to laugh at mel No, don't; I don't want to be treated like a child." Me drew back his band, stiU Uugb- ing. "You funny little kid." "That is what you always say. You jufit look upon me like that, and I â€" I â€" " She stopped, her voice shook a little. "Yesâ€" what f Go on," Wynton said softly. "I don't know; I can't explain," bbe half whispered. " Vou babyl " He put his arms round her, and kissed her gently. She clung to him. "Oh, Kill" Her voice sounded as if she were crying. lie kissed her again. Suddenly, swiftly, her arms were round his neck. She pulled his head down, her lips touched his for an in- stant, and then he was alone. "By Jove," he said after a minute, and laughed rather jerkily. assignation." Frankie was rather si- lent, too sad to be amusing. Wynton smeked aad looked twice at his watch, then he jumped up and said: "You've made the voyage sweet, little girl; kiss me good nignt, and promise not to forget me." He was forced to accent the words with feeling â€" he could not say that sort of sentence without doing it. Frankie, tears trickling down her poor little nose, kissed his hand. He took out his handkerchief and patted her face. "Well, so long, kiddie darling. See you in the morning. Good night. Bun along to bed." He was gone, and it was the last, the very last eveningi CHAPTEB V. To Kit in Paris. CHAPTER IV. Their Very Last Evening. My Dear Bosalind: â€" lu today's paper I read a letter from a girl, signed "Cheated." It touched me very much. 1 am a girl eighteen years old, and I was wondering if it was possible for you to get me that girl's address. My home surroundings are quite different to what hers seem to be, aud yet 1 am well acquainted with hers, as 1 have a girl chum iu the same position as she. 1 am very fond of writing, as I lliought 1 may not bo able to smile at the girl. To cheer her, I could at least write her a nice, cheery letter each week. 1 also have a married sister, aud know several girls iu Toronto whom slie might cute to know. I have been away from home a good deal, aud 1 know what it is like to be lonesome, but :i good loiter always helps one ou. I am not a silly kind of a girl. My only boy friend is a cousin my age. But some day I hope to make an ideal v.ife for my I'riuce Charming. 1 do not want that day to come though, until I am in my late twenties. You might write me if you think my plan a good one. â€" ADA. Hear Ada: â€" I do think your plan a good one. I would like very much to forward a correspondence club among my girl readers. Writing letters is a splendid a'd in developing character. The art is educative: one Icarus to express ileas for the benefit of another, and uiiconsciously one lives better, that she may bo a worthy friend, even to an i.nknown letter writer. I repeat 1 shall gladly send on letters from my readers to each other if they enclose lie necessary stamped envelope. â€"BOSALIND. CODMOTHEES FOR FRENCH TOWNS The "godmother" idea to help towns in the devastated urea iu France to rebuild, is becoming very popular. Wauy cities who did not suffer from tne German shells and bombs have taken a town that was the target for the Gorman artillery as a "fiUeul" and arc lending their support and money to rebuild. M. Binet-Valmer, a widely known newspaper man in Faris, has undertaken a campaign to show the French people that thoy cannot expect the Americans to help rebuild the de- vastated areas unless they try to help themselves. The city of Havre has adopted several towns, and a public subscription was started. The city it- self gave 100,000 francs and a total fund of a half million francs was raised. Other large cities are doing the same, and material aid to the shell- torn towns and villages that formed parts of the battle front will be given. DRIVER MUST SHOW SKTLL Owners of automobiles in New Zea- land are required to pass an oxamina- tion in driving to show that they are capable of operating their machines be- fore a license is granted. ASVERTISINa CANADA The Canadian Pacific Railway ha. opened a moving picture house in Lon- don, Kngland, for the purpose of illus- trating the life and manufaeturlna of Canada. There were only two days left. Each morning when she woke Francesca 's first thought was ' ' one day less. ' ' Now there was only one day, one night, and a morning. They were due at Marseilles on Fri- day. Mrs. Salter had decided to go straight on to Paris, and then on to London. For a week she and Frances- ca had not spoken. Outraged annoyance, when at length she had grasped the state of affairs, had roused Mrs. Salter to almost vitri- olic censure. The kindest criticism of Francesca's conduct had been "mawk- ish sentimentality." That had cut deep, for a first idealistic adoration shrinks at bitter ridicule more than at anger or grief, or even vitupera- tion. A chaplain's wife had told Mrs. Sal- ter of that "little Trent girl's idi- ocy. ' ' "Follows poor Captain Wynton about like a shadow, I assure you." And Mrs. Salter had promptly taken the matter in hand. The result had estranged Francesca, and, if possible, rather deepened the halo round Wynton 's handsome head. And ia the meantime Wynton was growing bored. The good night kiss had become customary, and if he did- not see Frankie to say good night she wrote or looked so utterly wobegoue that he feared others would notice. She still charmed him; but a great deal of her happy, infectious gaiety had been lost in her new-found adora- tion, and she had become shy and dif- fident. " Y'ou will come the last evening, won't you. Kit?" she begged, tears iu her gray-green eyes, a poor, lost- looking, very thin figure. "Of course, kiddie; top of the stairs at nine. I'm in a hurry, dear, off to play quoits â€" so long, bo good." She watched bis tall figure run dowu the deck. It was just after break- fast. There were hours and hours lo get through before the evening, and its wonderful five minutes. She sat down nnd stared uuseeingly at the tossed foam. To-morrow they would be in, and she would have said good-by to Kit. He was to stay in Paris; but later on, in a month perhaps, she would see him in Loudon. If only she could become a great singer, aad he could be proud to know her. Onee sho had asked him wistfully, "Do you love met" and he had laughingly kissed her lips aud said, "Ooc^n't it seem like it, kiddie.'" Was this love, then? .\ constant sort of worried longing to see him; and when she did see him, a queer, shy kind of feeling toward him, and a funny, breathless joy that was half an ache in her heart. She supposed it was, aud that Kit felt it, too. If one person did, then so did the other. Perhaps it was her temperament that made her feel so depressed about it. Kit certainly wasn't depressedâ€" any- thing but! He was fearfully keen to be in Paris, fearfully keen about it all. Of course ho was very brave; that ex- plained it. Never for one instant did the belief leave her that one day, some day, whpu she had become famous and older nnd better-looking and quite smart, she and Kit would be married. People who were in love always did marry. She felt she would wait forever and work, work as hard as no one before had ever worked, so that she might be worthy of him. Wynton was bored when he remem- bered the farewell scene. Frankie was a dear little kid, but, of course, she was a kid. A faint, uncomfortable re- morse made him tie his white tie badly. Ho tore it off, crumpled it up, and chose another. Of course, really, he'd nothing to feel remorseful about. He'd kissed the child a few times, spoilt her a bit, given her chocolates, and so on, and that was all. Hang it all a man must lave some sort of amusement oa the way home, and it had been so innocent that it had been desperately dull on the whole. He would cut the farewell short. send the kid some chocolate! from Paris, and perhaps take her to a ehow in town, if, that was to Miy, he ever reached the wilds of Shepherd'. Bush. He was late again for the ' ' indiscreet Marseilles was a weariness, the jour- ney to Paris endlessly tiring. Mrs. Salter slept noisily. Frankie had seen Wynton for a minute only, surrounded by friends, and that was all. They stayed that night in Paris, and also the next day. Mrs. Salter was moved to appear robed ia garments la- belled "French" upon her return to Willesden, so all that morning and aft- ernoon Frankie followed obediently up and down, up and down the endless shops. Once a flash of interest came when she heard Mr. Salter tell his wife that ' ' that chap Wynton was staying at the Meurice. Good bit of money he must have," he added. Frankie treasured up the address, the "Meurice." She would write to Kit before they left for L,ondon. It was at the early dinner that the '•affair" began, and as usual it bore reference to Wynton. Frankie 's harm- less little letter had been discovered on the hall table of the hotel, awaiting postage, it appeared. Mrs. Salter waxed eloquent. Fran- cesca, silent, pale, glowering, was be- ing slowly consumed by a white rage so intense that it made her feel physi- caUy ill. She had been on a strain for weeks, she was really tired out; the fcoUsh tirade was the last thing. She had her plans ready; as they drove toward the Gare du Nord she perfected it in her mind. * The car- riage was chosen, she placed her ruga on the rack; there was still five min- utes before the train started. "I'm going to csamine the restaur- ant place," she said to Mrs. Salter. Her unexpected amiability relieved Mrs. Salter immensely. She had re- gretted her outburst of temper, but was unable to apologize for it. Frankie 's apparent aceptance of things as they were obviated her diflficulty. ' "As long as you are on tlie train," she said iudifferently. Five minutes later the EngUsh ex- press non-stop steamed out, and from tne Salle d'Attente Francesca watched it exultantly. She was free at last! Free to go to She hailed a taxi â€" it was nearly Kit. half past nine â€" and gave the address "L 'Hotel Meurice." As the taxi tlew along the glittering streets her spirits rose. Kit would comfort her, help her, and ohi it was all so hopeless without him I A giant in gorgeous livery came down the marble steps to open the taxi door. Sho felt a little afraid suddenly in the vast haU through which beautiful women in trailing frocks aud big, love- ly cloaks were passing. The fear in- creased. She stared anxiously about. If only Kit's face would appearl But it did not; instead another gold and blue giant asked her deferentially what sho desired. Sho felt suddenly conscious of manv eyes. She faltered Kit 's name. "Would madame be seated, while a page went to inquire if M. le Capi- taine Wynton was receiving f" Poor little Frankie sank down upon a deep lounge. Again the eyes stared, and she felt suddenly very poor and shabby and little. She pulled down her short, tight skirt to try and hide the little brown shoes with their turned-up toes. â-  A page, a being whose hair and face and uniform ghone dazzUngly, bowed before hor and informed her that "Monsieur was dining out." "Outl" Unspeakable unhappiness filled her. She rose and said in a voice that would shake, "1 will call again- later." ^ (To be continued.) DIED ON THEIR BIRTHDAYS The following famous people died ou their birthdays: Shakespeare, born April 23, 1564, oied April 23, IClli. Sir Thomas Browne, author of 'Re- Fpio Medici," born Oct. 19, 1605, died October 19, 1682. Timothy Swan, composer, born Julv C.3, 1758, died July 23, 1842. Maria Taglioni, dancer, born April -;<. 1804, died April 23, 1884, John McLean Taylor, a nephew of Zachary Tavlor, born November 21, 1828, died November 21, 1875, St. John of God, a famous Portuguese saint, born March 8, 1495, died March 8, 1550, John Sobieski, king of Poland, born June 17, 1629, died June 17, 1C95. A great storm isarked his entry into the world as well as his exit. Moses, according to the Talmud, was born on the seventh day of Adar, and died on the same day, 120 years later, "his age being exactly the same length of time which Noah preached to the antediluvians." Oliver Hazard Perry, born August 23, 1785, died August 23, 1819, as hia ship was entering the harbor of Spain, Trin- idad. A machine that by magnetism ar- rangea nails in parallel l«y. for pack- ing ia the device of a Swim inventor.