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A SON OF01URAGE BY ARCHIE P. McKISHNIE Copyrighted by Thomas Allen. lower Kp. He said weasels had bwn laughterin' lii Leghorns, right an' left; nx firt night an' nine the next. " 'I hope they won't get amoni? my quail,' I saye, an' Scraff he turned i rouml an" looked at me mighty hard, ' but he didn't say nuthin'. He went away, grumblm', an' carryin' six of Dnd a traps. Course I knowwl he couldn't catch a weasel in a trap in . twenty years an' h didn't catch anyi either. Ma weasel kiKed some more of 'his Legrhorns, an' then Scraff he comes to nw. "Billy, 1 he says, 'is there any way to get rid of wcascL. ?' 'Sure there's a way/ I says, 'but not every - Sfttlement but once, and that was just trustees, is tellin.. Mr. Juhn.-.ton, about his predecessor, Frank Stanhopi, "ho was blindaJ while try inn to sav~ '->rses from a ' t'other night. He come home lookin' 'Only,' I says, 'remember, I do what | as if somebody had pushed his head I pl*ase with 'em, after I get cm.' He into a crate of eggs. I was too scared looked at me as though he d like to he said all right, he'd v* li i t L 1 1 V Jll K I" Brt * ' Macs * uii ui v-v t *. i < i v XT* .,*? * T burning "stable. A will made by a to ask him how i-t happened and Lou choke wi-a;:hy hermi', Seroggie, in Stan- wouldn't Dad said the people 'round leave my birds atone. v hope's > v ; . r, could not be fourd. Billy here are a bad lot and it wouldn't sur- Wt night Maurice Kee i._ _ yr . i _i ~...*>u f*\l : i.: :t . i * .. , i *_ in \ ;..,-' Iwpnt Ave-!' tr> dam hit* s an at: I M >M-..-e Keeler plan a search for 'prise him if they tried to kill him. the lost will. Twin Oaks store is rob- 1 Bi j !y t j,rew back hi head bed. Scrogjrie's namesake and a PP. ar " ( laughed, the first hearty laugh he ent heir take- possession. Returning ; k noWI , from an excursion into Lost Man's j O f t j le p a j n his'swollen lfp~ caused him, Swamp. Billy meets Hinter, who for - some rcjison wishes to own the swamp, fights Jim Scroggie. Keeler an' me over to Gamble's an' borrowed ' his oild ferret. He's a 'big ferret an' tackle anythin', even a skunk. a i aue hc'd too " the i muzz ' e on , av he remarked hesitatingly, 5 muzze on fen ; e ' ^ C '! ',. marjicu m.iuttuii%i y , f ang . cu t tjj e weasels, and we went ' over to Scraff 's. As so^n as Joe Scraff saw ll h p ^rret he began to sec light - you got a great laugh, Billy. "Oh I don't know," Billy ... IT , . ... , T-**** saw nnr i<iii! nc iu^.tm uvr OCT: ngiii. "What makes you think so, Jim? an , turned jnto ^ ^ to t his Scroggie sat down beside him on the shotgun . l told him to rememi) er his og. hd a chum in the city who prcmise to ]et me get tbe weasels L-iughed just like you do Gosh, no- alj go h set on the fence an> watch . bodjrll know how much I miss turn. \ e( j w ^ c we <*> x,,,. .._ , i "First off we plugged every hole Scroggie nodded "Drowned through under that barn but t an - at ^j, an aii-hole m Oka lake. Say, Bally, do of these two we set a noop . net . Then you skate? "Some." "Swim?" "A little." "Shoot?" Billy scratched his head reflectively. we turned ol' Lucifer, the ferret, loose under the barn. Holy Smoke! afore we knowed it there was high jinks goin' on under there. Maurice had hold of one hoop an" me the other. It took ma weasel an' her boys an' girls CHAPTER XI (Cont'd.) "Got eiK.jgto?'' asKed Billy pleasant- The van<|u:shcd one npddedi. He had not. as yet recovered h.i-3 breath suf- ficiently to speak. When at last he was able to draw a full breath, he said: "Say, you trimmed me all right, all right." If: iy grinm-d. "*,i ho are you, anyway?" asked ScTo;rgie as he gut groggily to his feel. "I'm the fe!'!<-r that owns the ctxxn you tried to chib to death," Billy answered, m-uth fell open in sur- prise. "I didn't try to kill any coon," he denied. "I raw one but it wasn't me that clubbed it; it was a tall, Bandy-haired fit k-r with a squint eye. I asked him what he was Lrym' to do and he told me to dry up and mind my own business. I had to frive him a lie-kin'. He went off blubberin'; said if I wasn't too scared to stick around . . , ,_, . he'd send a feller over who would fix 'They're wild if you make em wi id, my ijf e j couldn't help laujrhin' at the me. So I stayed." I tut if they get to know that you like look on his face. He knowed right "I wish you had licked hi-m harder'n ' >em an> wo"' 1 hurt ' em ' thev K ct real then that I had put up a job on him IF you are out all day in the cold, keep warm by wearing STANFIELD'S "Red Label" Underwear It is heavy wool underwear thick enough to protect you againit the piercing cold easy and comfortable because so carefully made. We make all weights suitable for men, women and children. Send for free sample book. STANFIELD'S LIMITED "Stands Strenuous \W?ar answered. "I've got to know em too i. uci f er prow i rouml a Utt i c ] onger to \rfcll, I guess. "You see, in answer make sure we (^ al] of . enrl( ^ en T to the other boy's look of surprise, ^1^ y m out j ma<le s cra ff g \ ve us "\vhen a feller gets to know what one of his hens to feed the ferret on. chummy, frwndly little beggars they Then Maurice an' me started off. are, he don't feel like shootin" 'em. "But they're wild, ain't they and Bin? 1 Scraff called. You think you got all of 'em, they're name birds?" All this time,' I says, an' to save you did," frowned Billy. "Know him?" "WeU, I do an' I don't. He's my tam'3. Ive got one flock I call my but he couldn't figure out how." own. I fed 'em last winter when the "Oh, Hully Gee!" yelled Jim Scrog- SIM)W w? 8 so dee P th y couldn't pick J g j e> "Wasn't that corkin' Oh Mom- ' half -brother -in' a sneak if ever there "P a livin> - T^y used to come right me r! An' what did you an' Maurice do was one. He lied about you to me into our barn-yard for the tailms I! with the weasels?" you o's I'd fight you." "And what's your name? ' "Billy Wilson. ' throwed out to "em." Billy grinned sheepishly. "We "What's tailin's?" i fh*>uld 'a kill'e.l 'em, I s'pose," he said, 1 "It's ohaff and small wheat the "but we took 'em down to the marsh na _. Btrod. "I've heard of fannin' mill blows out from the good an' turned 'cm loose there. Maurice you,'' he taiid, "an" the feller who told grain. Pa L-!i me have it fer my wild said that anythin' that had done the I me you cou^d lick y.ur wi-^ht ir. wild- Kwli. I've got some partridge up CTI good work ttrem weasels had, de- cats wa-n't far wn>n/. You had me thr hukcry knoll, Ivy. They're fhyor ser\'ed life, an' I thought so too." futlt.i, though," he : tLk'hed. "I swal- thnn th.- r|uaM, but I've got 'em PO The twilight shadows were bejrin-| towed what you -:' I .-iteut nice boys tame I kin ca:l 'em and make 'em r'ng to steal nereis the glade; the nol fight in' , :,wn!'a\K 1 it wh; !e. Oh.lccmo to me." i goMen-rc-rl c? the up!an(L massed into' M -cs! 1 ' "You k:n?" Jim exclaim*'*.!. "Well, indistingiiiFhable c'.umps. The silence! Billy sat down on a stump. "I don't I 11 In 1 r.r/.z'.c'-'iaxzle;!!" | cf eventide fell soft and sweet and ar no grudge, do yo.i ?'' he anked. "So, I dcn't shot t partridge neither," sur.-g!; ?s that breathless space be- , "No, I'm wi'lin' to shake." Scroggie ; :-i''i Hilly. "I don't blame anybcxly twe>ii the forest day ami dwrkness. extended hii han.!. 'els;- fcr b"ntin' 'em, remember, but Billy rtor.1 up. "You'll like it here," "Y'.ur name's S-rur^ie, ain't it?" lomehow, I'd rather Kave 'e:n alive." ha F^id to the other l>oy w"ho was Billy asked. "1 ft;-,' raid Srroggle. Of courco he watclung him, a strange wonder in his "Yep, Ji:n Scroggie." : (liiin't but hi- wanted to mal e Billy feel eyes. "After you know it better," he "Yiu- DaJ'n K'<n' to cut down the tl'it 1: <IM. 1 addc;!. Scroggie w</odfc, I heir?" | "Well you dp more tha;i most peo- ' "I'm afraid I don't fit very well yet," "Y3p, if he can g^' his price for r' e . then," said Billy. "The folks Scroggie answers I. "Miiyho you'll let the timber." ! 'rcund here think I'm crazy, I guess, me tr.vil along with you sometimes, HI'ly at lookin'f away. II is grey an .Ice Scraff -he's got an Knglip.h Bill, and learn things?" eyes had grown > in'>r<-. "See hero," setter doj; an' shoots a lot; he told "W-'ll SC-P," said Billy and without h<- i.iiil .suddenly, "t'.v you know that mo Ih.-.t if he happened onto my quaij another wonl turncvl to the dim ol:l man Si-rogglc left a will?" an' parlrj.lge he'd bag as many of 'em way among the trees. D.-'.l hays not," the other boy rv- as ho coul.l. I told him that if ho plinl. I shot my birds, he'd bettor watch out "Well, then, ho did; an' in thaf will fer his white Leghorn chickens, but he left hit woods an' money to Mr. lit- liiughvd at n:s." Stanh(/pe, my toa<her." "And did he shoot your quail?" "If that's so, Uad has no right to asked Scroggie. th,-it woodi," fui.-l Jim. Hilly nodded. "Once. Flushed 'em (To bo continued.) . Rubber. Columbus reported that he found , natlvos nf Haiti playing with balls that bounced, which Is the first reference ' "But supnosin' the will can't be nt the top of the knoll arid winged one to rubber or caoutchouc. Priestly, the found?" Billy looked the other b ;y bird. The rest of the covey flew into English chemist erased lead-pencil in ih, face .-n,d waited for the answer, our bam-yard an' 'course he couldn't; marks ^ tho ' 8uhstancc and called "Why, I cant see that that ought's fu.ler em in there." .. .. ,,, . , nr.k- any difference," Scroggie re-; "Gcllics! Did you fee him?" ' '- "".". Ji ' 2" j/ii-1. "If you folks down her,! know! "No, he an' I'a an' Anse was down '" 182;! (lisa()lve(1 somo rubber in naph- tht Uiu-li- Uft I..-* money and place at the Imck ind of the place. Ma saw ' ttl:l " ll(l * thts solution on a slab to your U-aciii"-, tint oiighl'a bo him-, though, an' she told me all about t() dry. He then fiistfined n rubberized I en-High for Dad. 1 ' it. Say, maybe I wasn't mad, but I got Hlioct between two pieces of fabric "Of e->urr,e the timber's worth .1 lot, "| even, all right." sparred BiWy. "Did you? How?" and so Introduced the raincoat to the world. But most Important. Goodyear "Hut Dad don't need it," Jin' dwlar-[ Billy looked n-archingly at his new ] e t omc of a mhbor-and-sulphur mix- *';., " H .'''L, ri ' r | 1 ,, n</W '' < f , ri V ml ' "' "T' r tn ' a ? olll ., n w ' 'l id ' turo fall on tho lid of a hot stove and lie is. If 1 1 1 v ri ' . "fie'** t*'f tno r4'\v it t'^T) t in v i 1 MUJTI Al <iu nt'p Kot*lor 110 . * \. t. >oy for th nomxitMncfl of nis tonpp. 1 sai<I. "But I'll toll you. That same ; ' , .' !i naraen- WVJ i wi ni-c m/iiv ii.iiii4\u vt III.T \,\i in .- . ntlivi. n lit ill li 'I I \VfU. 1 llll t ri.t I1U* ... ... . . , ., Ri/-hei hadn't stuck him up, at any wc-nin' I was prowlin' through the n(l wlthout "'"""'B. He had discover- raK. i'a>hin' Kiokin' fcr white grubs fer ! " (I that " waH l |()R sl h 'fl vulcanize "Ytp," went on Scroggie, "J)ad owns bas.i-bait. I found a big rotten stump, i rubber, a process that makes It no tome big oil wtli-t in the State?. He so I pushed it over, an' right down ' longer sensitive to tlui changes of the lin'l got any bimiiu-.--.s down here, any-' under thu- roots I found an old weasel season siiml Increases Its strength and j w;i\ s, bii' lie's : i piv -hradc d y<m c.-in't an' six h:ilf-grown kittens. Afore she elnHtlelty. tell him anythin'; I'll say that m.ivh,' coul<l get over her surprise, I h-nd her ; <> von if hi is my father. It's bud; an' her family in the tin pail I had ! Keep Mlnard's Liniment In the house, mougn for him to aig me away from with me, an the cover on. Hy rights A ,_ but he made Ixni co.-ne along, ioo. "She's my sinter," Jim explained pixKi<lly. "She's a year ynunger'n me. Dad says she looks just hike Mother looke-d. I gutss that's tflie reason she kin do moat unytbin' sho likes with him. Hut he couldn't gel I, .in to let her s.tay in ('Icvcland. Ho bruught her tJong and Aunt too. Aunt keeps house for us.'' "I gueBB your I)a,l don't think much I should a' kille 1 the whole cabtvodlo of 'em, I s'pose, 'cause they're mighty hard on the birds; but I had work for Vm to do. . __ "That iiijrht I took them weasels Among" the "lie'lds "above the sea. over to Hor.ifTs an turnivl e.m loose' under hi* barn. I knowed mighty we-11 Out in the Fields. The I II tie cares that fretted me, I lost thorn PI-- Among Hie winds at play, ma weasel would stay where it wna i Among tllc l wln K of the herds, dark an' safe and the chicken smell I Th " rllst ""8 of "'e trees., was R'I> strixng. Couple ol days after Among the singing of tlio blnla, that Scraff come over to our place' The humming of the bees: to borrow some rat traps.- Ilia face wws so long ho was fair sleppin 1 on his E* _, 4 ! 'Thci'e are- more than l^O brands of baking pliwdei* in Canada; an* the fact that tKere is tno MAGIC BAKING POWDER used than all the other brands combined shows why Magic Bak in|f Powder is known , as Canada's best ON TAIHS NO ALUM Tlio fooling fears of what might hap- pen, them nil away Among the clover scented grass, Among the now mown hay. Aiming the hushing of the corn Where the drowny poppies nod, Whore 111 thoughts die and good -are born, Out In the in-ill with God. British Made Broader by War. The chief examiner of the Hoard of Kducatlon Ktiyti that I ho war Roems to havo brought not only H wider view, but Increased earnestness In men's mliuU toward professional training, guyu a London despatch. In every sub- ject under examination there Is a marked upward tendency, ho says. The men who served In th war havo a greater consciousness of the signifi- cance of history aud the power of knowledge. Virtue May Become a Vice. Virtues can be carried to such an extreme that they degenerate into vices is an axiom. Perhaps the one which most easily and quickly slips over the border is the virtue of criti- cism. A little kindly, well meant criticism is one of the best stimulants to growth. I But it is seldom a critic can remain just a kindly critic. It is so easy to slip over the line and become a chronic fault finder, from whom Heaven pre- serve us. One such pest has almost broken up a community organization in a pros- perous farming section. Her first sug-j gestions were constructive, but wheth- er her success in getting the organiza- tion to change some of its plans gave, her an enlarged sense of her own im- portance, or whether she was at heart a born fault finder, who can soy? At, any mte she continued, to pick flaws in the methods of work until the dis-l couraged promotors of neighborhood' enterprises are all ready to give up. Probably this womnn has donp no| more harm, though, than her neighbor who finds fault with her family. Every- woman knows that no husband is per- fect, no children faultless. But why be forever telling them about it? Psychologists tell us that the best way to build up is by praising virtues rather than by stressing faults. Yet this woman and she has many co-pies' almost never mentions a good thing about any of her family, but continu- j nlly harps on their shortcomings. That woman is giving her children i n reputation they will have hard work living down. They are already looked upon in the conimunity as future bad; citizens, when as a matter of fact they! are only normal, average children. No] child ever overwhelms its parents with : gratitude for its daily care. Yet be-' cause those children are not constantly ; thanking their mother for their bread and butter, she refers to them as mo.i- ' sters of ingratitude. And where is the child who hops out of bed in the morning and rushes to mother, clam- 1 oring to be given work to do? I've. yet to see a healthy boy or girl who voluntarily offered to do chores or I wash dishes, until months of habit had ' made the job seem natural. The pro- pensity of children is to dash out to play, and if they don't whine and pro- test when you dragged them in to work, you'd think there was something the matter with them. Now, wouldn't you? Yet, because this woman's children' are healthy young animals and object to being broken to harness she bewails) the fact that her children are lazy and idle. Bewailing at home would be bad enough, it would go far towirds mak- ing the children lazy, hut to tell their faults to the world is little short of crimnal. A "Never Fail" Pie Cru*t. A pastry made with hot water! We ask you the experienced cooks can you think of anything more iconoclas- tic? Here it is: % cupful shortening ( K cupful but- ter, 14 cupful lard), *6 c-ipful hot I (boiling water), 2Vfe cupfuls flour, U tcaspoonful baking powder, V4 tea- spoonful salt. Cream the shortening with the i water by adding the latter only a bit; at a time. Mix the a!t and baking I powder with the sifted flour, and stir I this into the butter and water. Turn out upon a floured board and roll thin before lining the tins. And do not forget when lining the plate to care- fully press out all air so that none is left to force up the pastry in large ' bubbles and pu?'h the filling out of the i pie into the oven. This amount will . make upper and lower crusts for one large pie. If filling i$ uncooked bake forty minutes in 450-degree oven, re- . ducing the temperature to 400 degrees ! for last ten minutes. It is claimed that this recipe will never fail. It is more easily and quickly made than by the old method of rubbing the fat into the 1i ur and keeping everything ice cold. More power to every discovery that seves time and labor but sacrifices no quality! A Novel Bazaar. Ladies' Aid: Can you suggest some new way of holding a small sale or bazaar ? A Pedler'g Parade is novel and does' not require booths. Those who take part dress up to represent peddlers (both men and women), and place their wares in baskets, packs and push-carts. The sale opens with aV parade of these "merchants' headed ' by an organ- jrimicr carrying a hand-' organ, if it is possible to hire one. An agile boy might be persuaded to I dress as a monkey and accompany the organ-grinder throughout the even-! ing, holding up his cap for stray pen- nies. If this can not be arranged, a group of musicians might serve as a> street band, producing music on real or fake instruments, but remembering to "pass the hat" between numbers. I Afttv the "pa. ado" the pedlers en- deavor to sell their wares, imitating' the methods uf real pedlers in order i to create merriment. Sandwiches can' be sold from a basket carried by a man dressed to represent a "train-' boy." Another "train-boy" could stll, peanut bars, inurshmallows, other package candy and sweet chocolate.' Ice cream could be sold from a push- ! cart and should be served on paper! plates and eaten with tin spoons. A woman carrying a basket containing cakes should be near at hand. Other baskets should be filled with aprons,' iron-ho'ders, tea-towels, fancy-work,' notions and flowers if they arc avail- able. being shown this season that even the busiest woman, who have not given any time to embroidering for years, are trying to spare a few hours to do it. The most important point about these new stamped pieces is that they are of genuine Irish linen, of the full, round thread Derryvale -wuave. This will wear for years and years, so the worker has the satisfaction of know- ing that her labor will last, not for a season, but for a generation. Indeed, if she be of sentimental nature, she will take joy in laying up treasure for her daughter and her daughter's daughter, just as good mothers of half a cen'.ury ago used to do. Those woma- were wise in their work, for material that was to be graced by the art of their hands was always of the finest quality genuine Irish linen. Th:ft is why some for- tunate daughters and even grand- daughters have remnants of bridal sets to-day as keepsakes. And how those lovely old silvering pieces are cherished! If anything grows old gracefully, surely it is linen. Its sheen and silky smootl-ron seem to become more ingratiating wi'.h Ume. So whethe.' ths present-day woman wants merely to satisfy her own long- ing for beautiful embroidei'ed linen or whether she is sowing that others may reap, there is an abundance of worthy material at hand. The designers have given their beit in the patterns, and the manner in which motifs have leen carried through se:s ii admirable. A centrepiece, accompanied by twelve doilies in two sizes, strikes one as a big piece of work one that the faint-hearted is likely to postpone until she has "more time." The "more time" stage is a sort of twin sister to to-morrow. It has a way of never arriving. And so a woman gees on longing for the thin.-? right within her reach, if she will only stretch her arm, just a little bit, for it. Hand embroidery moves faster as the work progresses and faltering fin- gers grow swift and skillful. A pie?e that frighten* one by its enormity when blank loses all the terror it held for the worker within a week's time. And it is a work that res'.s the m':nd while the hands fashion a beautiful thing. Embroidery may be done at any time, in any plaee, in any company. The conversation can go alcnir freely, for there are no BtUdui to count, no clicking needles to inte~rt.pt. It has always been a pastime occupation of gentlewomen. Women's time is too previous to-day to waste it, ever, in her leisure mo- ments, on unworthy :ork. . . _ _^W. _ . ..^B^. Mlnard's Liniment used by Physicians. A Full Step. Robert came in from sch'.ic! one af- ternoon wheeling his bicycle. "What has happened to your bi- cycle?" his mother Inquired. "Oh," said Robert, "the tire Is punc- tuated." "You mean punctured, my boy," said his mother. "Well, at any rate," said Robert with conviction, "I came to a full stop." Pensions are being paid to three and a h:lf million men, women and children by the British Ministry of Pensions. 3OO MILE BREAKEY The used rar dealer who ibowi yon how they run tnntend of tnlklu,- ubutii what tii.-v in,. Ilk*. USED AUTOS 100 actually In ItOCk. n n 1 102 YONQE ST Percy Breakey TORONTO Mention thla nni>r ISSUE No. 38 '21. Planning Embroidery. Plan your nee llework for the sen- son. Think of something yo.i h;\o always wished for and resolved to get when you could "afford it," o" to do when you "had time." For instance, if you have been long- 1 Ing for a veslly handsome cmbroiden 1 linen luncheon set, but never started one because you felt you would never finish it. make that your season's work. When every ocld*k-iur is spent on making n piece of woik grow, it is; si-rprising- to sec how the thing gath- ers speed after it once has a start. Such beautiful stuped linens are Halloween Novelties Don't overlook these In buying. OiirTruvellprs have the Samples. We have the Stuck. Torcan Fancy Goad* Co., Ltd. Wholesale O:i'y. 7 Wellington St. E., Toronto. 1 -