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The Aroma Captivates n SALADA GREEK TEA II T7» BEGIN HERE TO-DAY. The ine marriage of Dolly and Nigel Bretherton proves an unhappy one. I A /ace. When Pure, uncolored, dellclotis. Ask for it. JDDIL- 'tnions'-^ Unanimities. Nature has taken more care quick frown crossed David's really do not know. Why do ,..^,^„ „„ uiiimjjijj^ uiii:. ask''" of Mary Fumival. Ni^el is killed and â-  ^ '^^ "ll P.»"*-"»? „e"^ polished Uolly marries in old Bwt heart. lS5> I «r^ TlI!^ «"'* ^'^': ^^ â- >» "^ fe ert Durham. itiful â€" .ike aome princees in e fairy •DoKy and Robert sail for America ^'^J.'X" ., .„ „â-  .^ and word comes of the sinking of their "You are very kind. Hi" voice ^ ship. When Nigc-1'.s brother. David, ^aa rather dry. "I thought women than calls to see Nigel's widow, Mary is never admired one another, the fondest parent for the education ! ashamed to tell him of Dolly's mar- That is only a man s idea, she and rellneinent of her children. Con- ' riage. David mistakes Mary for his **'^ him with dignity aider the silent Influence which flowers i brother's wife and asks her to come eiert, no less upon tJie ditcher lu the I to live at Red Grange with him and meadow than the lady In the bower. I *»'* *""'• Mary is very happy in her When I walk In the wooda, I am r^ ^ {;!?lJl^"{^; .P'^Y"^ ^}^ y\t''l "^ ^ , , J ... . , 1. , l>eneve« in ghosts. He tens her Red minded that a wise purveyor has been | (^^^^ j^ haunted, there before me; my most delicate ex- 1 j^^^ p„ , », WITH THF <3Tnwv perlence IB typified there. I am struck i I^"W OO ON WITH THE STORY, with the pleasing frU^ndships and un- j The gong boomed through the animlttes of nature, as when the lichen : '»us©. on the trees takes the form of their!, David rushed off to "tidy," as he leaves. In the most stupendous scenes 1 l'"**.'*'.'''!?'!' sa'A He had given up roll will SMI ,i...Mp»t« «i.<i fniirrant foa dressing tor dinner since Mary came, you will see de.lcate and flagrant fea- , f^^^ j^jj^^ Vumey had been quite right tures, as slight wreaths of vapor, dew- j ^^„ ^^o said she was sure the girl lines, feathery sprays, which suggest had not an evening frock, and some- a high reflnement. a noble . . . | thing in Mary's manner, some little breeding, as It were. David laughed He pushed open the second door, hut barred her way with his arm when she would have passed ham. "You have to wish when your feet touch new ground," he aaid. "Shut your ej'es, and wish for the thing you want most in aH the wj)rld." CHAPTER XXXVII. For Happiness. Mary obeyed unquestionabjy; she shut her eyes tightly and wondered what she ought to wish. For love? But that had already passed her by! For riches? It was Bring I reserve and pride, had kept her as ' so unlikely that she would ever have u spray from the wood, or a crystal , y®t from offering any such presents. from the brook, and place It on your "There is plenty of time," she told mantel, and your household orna- 1 David Rently, when he urged her to ments will seem plebeian beside Its I ^ ^^f ,?^'""y ««' '''' f^« wanted. . , , 1 , J u 1 ,.. -1,1 We don t want to frighten her, "^„^.'!'"..,'?:''!"" .""l^"?;'"^-....".!^"! David, and I think she would resent any such overtures just at present." wave superior there, as if used to a more refined anil polished circle. It has a salute and a response to all your aiice, no woman had ever looked half enthusiasm and heroism. â€" Thoreau. Henri Heinekem. lie wa.s born at Lubeck, lu 1781. But, to David's masculine ignor- so charming a.s Mary when he watch ed her across the dinner table. The old room, with its oak-paneled wal'us and hanging armor, made a perfect background for her s'.ight fig- ure and dainty head; the light of the red shaded lamps lent the touch of color to her pale cheek.s that made her almost beautiful. He did not realize how often his eyes turned to her. When Mary and Miss Varney rose When he was ten months of age, he <ou'.d speak perfectly. When twelve months, he c/juld repeat the five books of Moses. M fourteen months, he had read both the Old and the New Testa- iiu;nt. .Vt two years of age, he hud \ from the table, ho Joined them im- I read luauy of the bes-t and most learn- , mediately. ed writers of the day. Ancient history | "I'm not going to sit and smoke in land geography he was particularly : state tonight," he said, half shamc- ' fond of. and few adults even surpassed faeed.y meeting his aunt a surprised him in these brances. He spoke Latin, I P,'^" J,^"!*^ take Mary over the , I ._. .., ; house before the moonlipht has gone. and was abo acquainted with some of will you come, too. Aunt Florence?" "My dear boy! draughty corridors? In all tho.se You know I Ctiol. A.N'l) LOV'KLY. The printed frock joins a multitude! the modern languages. He died In the of summer occa,sions with the assur- 1 f""rtl' ye*"" *>' •»'« a^e. ance of complete smartness and per- 1 Native now and ihen produces a should be positively ill tomorrow. No, feet taste One cou'd never find a ' l"'"*"^/. and heiH, certainly, was one. 1 you can do the honors yourself ; you're cooler or more Ler-oming model than i ' <1" ""t *â„¢"^v of one quite the equal of .more closely related to the family this. Pascal was a geniu.s at ten years ' *f"'*-»t than I am. this short-sleeve frock with round neck-line. Graceful movement is given °/_,''!:'.!.'"iA'!'!j!?'.!'L'*.'' ?"!?'. ^f^i^'A' to an otherwisv; straight silhouette by n shirnd I'ouncr- set on at the hipr in . Johanes Secundi.s wrotd Lntein verses at lifteen years of age, liut Henri She dismissed them laughingly. Mary followed David upstairs. She did not know if she were glad or sorry that Mis.s Vamey had refused them! For what, then, could she wish? Happiness? It almost seemed as if someone put the thought into her head as she stood there by David .Bretherton's side, with the moonlight barring the polished floor at their feet. She gave a little .sigh. "I \vish for happinesB^ then," riie said. Bretherton laughed. "You ought not to have told me; you must never speak your wish to anybody." He pushed open the door, and then entered. There was a faint, musty smell of disused rooms; a sort of chilly damp- ness made Mary shiver as she fol- lowed David into the darkness. They had entered a sort of wide corridor, at one end of which the tall, painted pipes of an organ rose to the very ceiling. "This used to be the old music- gallery," Bretherton said; "and it is chiefly here, too, that the ghost lady is supposed to walk." "Oh!" said Mary softly. She looked round her with wide eyes. There was something depressing to her in the darkness and silence; she began to think of the men and women and thwe was a momentary »J>nce, fo-lowed by the holtow b«iiging of a dintuTit door. Mary startUd violently; rfie took • btvp forward, then stopped. How absurd to be nervous! He would be back in a moment! Of course, he had not left her for more than a moment. But she count*d each second by her racing heart-beat*. The patch of moonlight coaling through the archway Itading to the long music-room seemed to fill the whole place with shadows. .She re- nrjembercd that David had .said it was here that the ghost lady wallted. Her tongue felt dry in her mouth. (To be contiinuod). "Ucro«.e"'Il^ Windsor. Windsor Castls, 26th June, 1876.â€" At Ave, after having tea, drove with Beatrice and Janle E., below the South Terrace, very near the summer-house, where Christian and his children, the Household aud others, stood, and I watched a same of "lacrosse" played by a team of fourteen Canadians and thirteen Iroquois Indians. They were first presented to me by J. Lowther, Under-Secretary for the Colonies, and their captain. Dr. Beer, said some words, to which I reiHied. Then the Indiana, who had most curious names, came up, headed by their chief, a very tall man, and read a long address In the Iroquois language, with much em- phasis, having first placed his toma- hawk on tho ground before me, in sign \ of submission. They were strangely painted, and some were very dark. They wore colored feathers on theJr j heads, and sorts of tricots like acro- bats. I gave to both Canadians and Indians, each, one of my signed photo- graphs. The latter begged to offer a basket of their manufacture, to "our good mother," as they call me. They reminded me of Longfellow's Hiawa- tha. The game was very pretty to watch.â€" From "The Letters of Queen Victoria," edited by George Earle Buckle. Wear Out Your Clothes ivithRiilibing an unovcM .me. There is a shoulder "R':ie«"»| ''"^fore ho was four, con- to accompany them; she looked at tie, v.-lth fni'ed ends of plain contra.st- â-  ^â- '\"^;*' ',"!''"'..;__ , ._ , , |I)avid, walking a little in front of ing-co'or material to match the sleeve wt'ii-uiiiaucf^ uiiim uum a minu oe- ! *i<-a''rs oenina mam. wondered er hesitate, ily stayed! trasting. Pric«? 20 cent... Yi 'J will find a charming as.-ort- m;;nt of fjishion."! from which to chfw.-e your reiiuirenieiits, in our N<>v.' Fashion H(X)k. There are' many adaptations of Paris models, ' picturing' th-.' accepted, the definitely b'-.ii'.rt thing that will endure. The : |.'ntl«'rfi.s ure iiccurati.- and every delail ' ir. explained, -<â-  thiil if you have never ' sowed bffore you ran make without ' difticully an atiracliv,- dress. I'rice i of till hook 10 cen'.s th-- copy. \ HOW TO OHDMR PATTERNS ! W â-  lie your ncnie and address plain- [ ly, giving i.umLer and iize of .su:i! : patterns a£> ymi want, ctainp." or coin (coin preferred; wrap it ci-.refully) for each number and sdure.ss your order to Pattern Dept., WiLson Publishing Co., 7."; West Ade- laide St., Toronto Patterns sent by return mail. No Doubt. you want to come writh me? I believe you are afraid." He spoke jokingly, but there was a curious note in his voice. Mary laughed. "Of course I am not afraid." She ran up the few stairs dividing them, and joined him. CHAPTER XXXVi. The Ghost. "I am thinking of giving up part of the house to wounded soldiers," _ _ _ David .s-aid pre.sently. "More than ' GHOST WALKS?"' SHE ASKED. half of it \% always shut up, and the : . ___; authorities have been asking for addi- 1 Furry Bear. If I were a bear. And a blR bear, too, I shouldn't much care If It froze or snew, I shouldn't much mind If It snowed or friz â€" I'd be air fur-lined With a coat like his! For I'd have fur boots and a brown fur wrap. And brown fur knickers and a big fur cap. I'd have a fur muffle-ruff to cover my Jaws, And brown fur mittens on my big brown paws. With a big brown furry-down up to my head, I'd sleep all the winter In a big fur bed. â€"A. A. Milne. 'AND THIS IS WHERE THE Let Wife Do It. "Ye.s. H l;iv. r. Is loo much work Snakeâ€" "More nionkey-shinos. eh?" 4 Good Morning. "Qooil morning!" said In accents cheer- ful. Start! tho day off with a zest! Maker; the whiilc world Hoem leas drcarful â€" men I I >».%\\ iiioan^ tional convalescent homes and hospi- â€" dead long .since â€" who had walked Monk "I'm goinf.' into tliu shoe-.shin- tals; these rooms would do splendidly , tho oaken floor."! and made the old Enclo.se liOr in \ '"R husiues^." ^or wards." i place echo with the sound of their "Yes." voice.s. Mary's voice sounded wistful; hen It .seemed strange that none of them thoughts had flown to Nigel, the son would ever come there again ; strange, of this great house, who had given too, to think that some day she and his life for England. | David would bo dead, even as they and Ho would never come here any others would be taking their place in more; the beautiful rooms would the world, and perhaps standing where never again echo to the sound of his they stood now. , cheery laugh or voice. \ She fancied that she could oven see She stifled a sigh. David looked a phantom figure in the organ seat; down at her quickly. hear the soft pure strains of music "What arc you thinking?" I issuing fromtho.se painted pipes. She answered him quite simply: I "Doesn't â€" doesn't anyona ever use it "I was thinking of Nigel." now?" she asked. lie was silent for a moment. I Unconscious-ly ."he spoke in a whis- "You are always thinking of hdm," per; David shook his head, he said. I "It hasn't been touched for years. "No, not always." i There are other rooms further on. They had reached the wide landing Shall we go?" now, and David turned to the right His steps echoed hollowly as he led and pushed open a heavy, nail-stud- the way; there was so little furniture, ded door. ' and no curtains at all at the high "This is the pa.ssngc to the old part windows, of the house," he said. He he!d it back Here and there the outline of an for her to piuss; she notice(i that it old high-back chair stood out of a fell again into its place with hardly corner; or the ghost-shape of a fold- rings with a sound. ed card-table, with quaintly clubbed I A long, unlit passage lay nhcnd of feet and slender leg.s. them; it Wius dark save for the moon-' "If this were mv house," said Mary light .streaming through the high mul- suddenly, "1 .shou.d Hve in thi.s part lioifed windows. of it â€" it's much more lieautiful than Th?ri> was fomething eerie in its the other wing. It only wants the , , , . great beauty; instinctively she drew windows op?n, and big flre.^, and â€" " or the many curious farms that p^arer to David. She broke off. conscicnis of his oyer. "I w?.s right about the moonlight, bent upon her. "I ought not to have you see," he said. said that," she added, in confur'on Thiy stood for ji moment, looking "You do live here, don't you ?" said Home. "The true pleasures of home are not without, but within." Home Is where cliaraeter forms. Home Is where we loarn to live. Here we find liberty and freedom that does not come to us when we are abroad. Home Is solitude from the society of the world. It is also society from the solitude of the world. Heme is the root, trunk and branch of character formation. It is where Individuality forms. ... In the heart of home lie all the traditions, grave and gay, of a familyâ€" a history handed down through years, perhaps through generations. â€" Thomas Tapper, in "Chats With Music Students." Meadow Silk. Across a weft of tender green Is shot a woof of blue. With threads of gold and bronze be- tween, â-  Woven the whole piece through. I 'Broldered with sprigs of sorrel red I And starred with daisy-bloom; I The waving silken tissue spread Upon a meadow loom. Stitched o'er with many a glist'ning bead, Prismed by rainbow light; \\'hat magic In the shuttle hid To weave a silk so bright! â€"Florence Buck. Quotations. "I like a bouse wlih a gardon. don't j Warms the heart In ev'ry breast; jrou?" ' Makes the sunshine seem lots brighter ,> 1 And the mists to fade away ; I -.-.I II.-,;. fr,- work?rc. Make* tlip hardest tasks seem lighter.! IB England modest houses all of l.lf"< <h« burdens of the day! | Something magic In the greelltig j That ju*seoms to brighten things: i Trouble <'louds are swift retreating - Joy conies In on angel's wings! i Iff- a certain gloom dispeller; j .Makes the whole world seem less drear; I ilay tJod bless ihe ftiinshlne feller- - ; Whose "(Jood .VIorulngI" ell II r! .fames Edward Iliingerford. Pope Is the fullest of all English poets, Shakespeare only excepted, of "quotatious" â€" lines or phrases which have become part of our common speech and Incorporated In the struc- ture of our common thought. This Is ifitelf high praise; but it Is not the praise of poetry, which is a subtler thing. The whole of Paradise Lost has contributed cnly some half-dozen such. Young, a poet only of the second or third rank and now almos<t forgotten, comes, 1 think, next after Pope In their abundance. â€" J. W. Mackall, in 'Studies of English Poets." Foolish Talk. "Your misfortunes come from your laising the devil all your life." â- How foolishly you talk. The devil was grown up long before I came on the scene." Waiking'Stick Farm. * â€" â€" â€" â€" iS '^ 111 % ik r i i -»-.»^. w$ _ L Disowned. Aunt Mary had been introduced to all the friends of the family while vislt- ! Ing her brother. Now, womanlike, she \ was trying to discover if her niece fa- ! vored any young man especially. I "That young Mr. Smarts who comes I here seems a clever sort of man, Maude," she began. "Yes," replied Maude, "he is clever." "What Is he by profession?" "A bit of a lawyer and a bit of a musician." "But what is he really ?" asked Aunt Mary, puzzled. "Well," expUained tlie girl, "the law^ yers says he Is a musician, and tl»« musicians say he Is a lawyer." What's the Difference? "Where's the glass of water I order- ed, waiter?" "Whyâ€" er â€" you have a glani cf milk right before you, sir." have been tstabllthed In Ihe English rot!nLr)siac, surely a walklng-.^tlck inrni Is Ihe in.)Bt novel. .â- \« a matter of fict. however, there out at the garden; it looked almost David, smiling. !•. at leant r*ne such esialillshmt nt. a like fairyland. Mary thought, and It A low arcnwny led to a .smaller, louri'hlrg concern lo be found In the ^^*>^ *»«'" ^^'"'' " '*'"'"' "' »*«• "'" narrower room. .pih» <.f Surrey, hiftead of the corn- ""^'^ of fear. She would have liked "We ought to have a light to see to put her hand into Dand's, very the carving here properly," he added much as a child in the dark gropes in a mere matter-«>f-fact voice. "Will â-  its mother's hand. ( you wait a moment while I find one? 'And is this where the ghost There ured to be candles kept in the • fi^UE No. 33â€" '20. :f>ldii, luisiure land and rout-crops us- ,a!ly expected on a fj.rm. th- walking- ,:.'; i;.~ „Ih;r'rh«nd .lick acres present the appearance of vng. neat rows of tiny sapling frees, walks?" she asked pnwntly. organ-loft." •lie four years old, others younger. | He .ehmik his head. | He walked away without waiting Qiijlp a forest of walktuR-f^ticks may "No -much further along." He for ht-r to rpeak. I I I' i.Tiidut'cd in four yearn; but the ban- l<;oked down at h?r. "Are you afraid?"i Mary stood there in tho darkness, lie <-<f«rlo;.>, .some dflay. To ohtain ''<' asked, I listening to the s:>und of his foot- ' right-angled I andle the growth Is' "Of course not !" There wa.1 indig-'steps. She was coniicious of a sort Kcgged down along the ground, and''"°i.'°" *" *'.*''" ?'?/, . ,.^ 1?^ timidity iill at once now .she knew from Ihl. tie ..ppllng »h„ot. upwards ' They wont on to the end of the pass- ^ hersH-lf to t* alonc» She wi.shed he viillrallv I age; there was anotm-r door there, 'had not loft her; she fe I a. most m- ^ Imurh wider than the first.. ,|ciined to rail out to him, but bit her I "Has Miss Fisher ever been here?" .lip to check the desire, akked Mary suddenly. | His steps had quite died arvay now, Opposites Attract. Hubbyâ€" There's no doubt that oppo- sites attract." Wlfle- "Aren't we examples of It, you ImjoIi?" -tf Didn't Matter. Krltz wi:s en a visit to his grand- father's farm In the country. One day his grandfather entered the honse. saying: "Who has tf keu all the eggs from my silting hen?" "I did." sold VrU%. "But," continued his grandfather, "don't you know that we shall have no little chickens now?" "Why, dranpn." replied Kritr. "the old hen Is so 'tupld her will never know the dlCfrrence." Kinaril'a LInlmenI for insect bitas. MInard's LInltnen* for C-andruff. I ><â- -: "^