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j 1 -*- **) AsK Your Groqer for a trial pacKag'e of H401 GREEN TEA If you enjoy green tea you -will be satis, fied with no other blend. Try it today. Woman's Sphere THE SECRET OF TRUE MOTHER- LOVE. "My dear," said one woman to an- other, "I hear your son is going to Your poor heart must be broken.""" ! * irl the , best The mother laughed. "I am not an , husband. object of pity," she said; "I am a tub- ' ject for congratulation." "What!" cried the first woman. "Do dren dependent on him. Nothing spurs on a man's ambition so much as desir- ing to get the best for those he loves. I want my son to marry because I love my sex, and I want to present to some on eartn a f d A NEAT AND SERVICEABLE APRON. GREENMANTLE BY JOHN BUCHAN. (Copyrighted Thomas Nelson and Sons, Ltd.) WINTER BOUQUETS. Even though Mrs. Farmer neglected you mean to tell me that you are will- j to plant her everlastings, or straw Ing to give up your only child to an- : flowers, last spring, she need not have other woman?" i to go without her winter bouquet ifj "Willing and glad," replied the, she is willing to go to a little trouble.' mother, "for I want my son to be Whereas the city sister must go out happy." and buy hers, the country woman may! 4010 Pmio, f.oi n M f li i. h,r IS223 I T is here depicted. Black sateen with cretonne would be attractive, as would also crepe with trimming of a con- trastinjr color or with rick rack for a finish. The Pattern is cut In 4 Sizes: Small, 84-36- Medium 88-40- Larire 4*-44- Extra larire 4R 48 Inrhiw hurt ' CHAPTER XV. AN EMBARRASSED TOILET. I was soaked to the bone, and while Peter set off to look for dinner, I went to my room to change. I "had a rub down and then got into pyjamas for some dumb-bell exercise with two chairs, for that long wet ride had stif- fened my arm and shoulder muscles. They were a vulgar suit of primitive blue, which Blenkiron had looted from my London wardrobe. As Cornells Brandt I had sported a flannel night- gown. My bedroom opened off the sitting- room, and while I was busy with my gymnastics I heard the door open. I thought at first it was Blenkiron, but the briskness of the tread was unlike his measured gait. I had left the light burning there, and the visitor, who- ever he was, had made himself at home. I slipped on a green dressing- gown Blenkiron had lent me, and sal- lied forth In investigate. My friend Rasta was standing by the table, on which he had laid an envelope. He looked round at my en- trance and saluted. "I come from the Minister of War, sir," he said, "and bring your pass- ports for to-morrow. You will travel by ... ." And then his voice tailed away and hi.- black eyes narrowed to slits. He had seen something which him off the metals. own belt and two straps from a trunk in my bedroom. "This man is too dangerous to let go," he said, as if his procedure were the most ordinary thing in the world. "He will be quiet now till we have time to make a plan." At that moment there came a knock- ing at the door. That is the sort of thing that happens in melodrama, just when the villain has finished off his job neatly. The correct thing to dp is to pale to the teeth, and with a rolling, conscience-stricken eye glare round the horizon. But that was not Peter's way. "We'd better tidy up if we're to have visitors," he said calmly. Now there was one of those big oak German cupboards against the jwall which must have been brought in in sections, for complete it would ; never have got through the door. It i was empty now, but for Blenkiron'* i hat-box. In it he deposited the un- conscious Rasta, and turned the key. "There's enough ventilation through the top," he observed, "to keep the air good." Then he opened the door. A magnificent kavasa in blue and silver stood outside. He saluted and proffered a card on which was written in pencil, "Hilda von Einem." I would have begged for time to change my clothes, but the lady was behind him. I saw the black It is wonderfully cleansing for little hand*, face* and bod- lee. "Children are ungrateful creatures," , find material to make as attractive said the first woman, bitterly. "We ones in tho woods and hedgerows, spend our lives toiling and sacrificing! One of the prettiest I ever saw was' for them, and as soon as they are big made of the common milkweed. After, enough they leave us. I remember the pod ha ehed Its seed, or is about' when your husband died, we wondered to do so, the plant should be cut, tak- ' how you would get along. Well, you ing most of the stalk, which afterward did, by working your fingers to the may bo discarded if found too long, bone. ; The plants should then bo hung, heads , "You went without everything your- downward, in a cool dark place to dry., eelf , but your boy was always fed and When "the last rose of iummer is ' clothed, and by hook or crook you put faded and gone" bring them out to him through school. Now he forsakci the light, and with water colors paint you for a pretty girl. I say his duty tho inside of the open pod. A delicate is to you. He has no right to marry . rose-pink blends beautifully with the as long as you live." ' oft gray of the pod, but other colors "Nonsense." replied the mother. "I may be used to carry out any particu-: did my duty to my child, but am I a lar color echeme. Combined withj female Shylock to exact a pound of evergreen or. If that Is not to be had, flesh in payment for having taken with artificial green, they make a care of him while he was young and bouquet fit to grace any part of the helpless? I home. "I know there are mothers who! In many localities a plant known as think that their children belong to everlasting grows wild. This may bo them body and soul, and that they dried in the name manner as milk- 1 have a perfect right to exact any stc- weed and, when the time comes to rifice of them. I have known talented make the bouquet, may be dipped in aj women who have been balked in their solution of good dye to make it any ambitions by tyrannical and exacting desired shade. Dry again and combine, mothers, and I have seen pretty girls with green. Tho blossoms are small,' grow into faded old maids nursing borne in clusters, and if dyed blue re- neurotic mothers who would not em- semblo the fringed gentian or wild ploy an attendant. , aster of summer time. "And I've known more than one] The cat-tuil, which grows profusely whining old woman who kepi a bach- : In marshy places, Is another good one. elor son dancing attendance upon her,' It must be cut before fully ripe to In- iii. (i who told you how it would have sure against its shedding, and d-lc-d The World'. Book-Shop. Hare you ever wondered how many there are In existence? On the Pattern mailed to any address on receipt of 16c in silver or stamps, by the Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West Adelaide St., Toronto. Allow two weeks for receipt o killed her for her son to marry; how she made him promise he would never leave her; how she broke off a love according to the rulo for the others. A coat of clear varnUh or shellac Is further guaranVi again*! shed.lin affair that he had In his youth, and; and detracts nothing frur.i its at'.rac- how sho knew ho was so much hap- tixc-ncss. pier with her than h would havo been with a wife, because no wife would have been as particular about cooking him the things he wanted as she was. "Personally, I feel that I could do no more wicked thing than keep my son from marrying. He Is, to begin with, a born family man, the sort of man who could never bo happy living In clubs, playing cards, and listening to men's gossip for a lifetime. He munt have hli own home, his own wifa and children, and I would be worse than a fiend if I kept him from the sweetness of a wife's love and com- panionship, and the joy of feeling his baby'ri armi about his neck. "My son loves me. We are unuiual- Do not neglect to gather an armful of pussy willows or catkins next spring. Dried before they beromo too ripe, they will keep several seasons, if a new supply Is not to bo had. Poets at Their Worst. It Is said that even Homer descend- ed occasionally to plain proae In the middle of great poetry, and there la not a poet who has not followed his example. Tennyson came a cropper when he began a pom with tho 1m- 1 mortal line: "I stood on a tower In the wet" Wordsworth, although one of the greatest of English poets, wrote a lot of prosy stuff. He was responsible for many linos Irke the following: "The taller followed with his hat In hand." But probably the prise for a bad line would have been awarded to Sir Wal- ter Scott, who wrote: "When a rough voice cried, 'Shoot not, hoy! Ho, shoot not, Edward, 'tis a boy!" TliomiLs Campbell, who wrote such fine things an "Ye Mariners of Eng- land" and "Tho Uatlle of the Baltic," perpetrated an awful line on one oc- casion. Here Is the full vorse. The llret two lines will POM: "One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered yearn of pain; Such was the throb and the mutual sob Of the knight embracing Jane." This li almost as bad as Jumes Thompson's historic line: "O Sophoa- Isba! Sophoolsba, O!" or Ilrownlnf'a dreadful lino: "Irks care the cropful and as I faced him I could not help seeing my reflection. It was the exact image of the engineer on the Danube boat blue jeans, loden cloak, and all. The accursed mischance of my cos- tume had given him the clue to an identity which was otherwise buried deep in the Bosporus. I am bound to say for Rasta that he was a man of quick action. In a trice he had whipped round to the other side of the table between me and the door, where he stood regarding me "THKRE IS NO WORSE TEA. When Mury Antin wus a little girl, in Russia ho was sent by her mother) who kept a shop to deliver a package : of tea to a customer. It was her first important errand so we learn from' har autobiography, which the Atlantic Monthly prints and, like most chil- dren In such circumstances, she was filled with a sense of her dignity and Importance. As it proved she wai more dignified than diplomatic. ly companionable. I am an old and: It was, she writes, a good-sized ex- experienced housekeeper. Doubtless I pcdltion for me to make alone, and I make him far morn comfortable than wng no t a little pluased with myself his young wife will. But I am not wnO n I delivered my package of tea foolish enough to think that my home ga fo and intact into the hands of my Is really home for him, or that a ' customer. mother', love takes the place of IJut the OU8U)m er was not pleased at all. She sniffed and sniffed; sho pinched tho tea; sho shook it all out wife's love. "And so, while he Is young and rap- f I t t 9 mm' f * wmt t unu llii\ir\ ft* It I I able of loving and inspiring love I de- on a tal)le- .. Na( take jt back Ire to see him marry. Nothing brings Bajd in d | spwt . .. this is not the tea ! out all that .s best and strongest in a 8 i ways l)uy . , t . a B r qiimHty ... man as does having a wjfo and rhll- , knew that tho woman ' wa / mig . ~ ' == , taken. So I spoke up manfully. "Oh, ^ mmfmmmmmmm | no ," I aaid; " this is the tea my mother j always sends you. There is no worse tea." Nothing in my life ever hurt me moro than tho woman's answer to my i argument. She laughed; she simply j laughed. But even before she had con- 1 ifU Hi., .linn trolled herself sufficiently to talk I ft JOS QlgOSllfp, j un( j, rglood that i had 8poken | iko fool and had lost for my mother H Man's Days. A sudden walkln', a sudden wepln', A ll'l suckln'. a 111 sleepln'; A cheers full joys an a cheel's short sorrows, W' a power o' faith In gert to-mor- row*. Young blood red-hot an* the love of a maid, One glorious day as'll never fado; Borne shadows, some sunehlne, some triumphs, some tears, An' a gatherlu' weight o' the flyla' years. Then old man's talk o' the dayt be- hind 'e; Your darter's youngest darter to mind 'e; A in droamln'. a ll'l dyln'; A ll'l low corner o' earth to lie In. Eden PhlllpotU. O When Love Say* "Don't." Don't mall that sarcastic, hitter let- ter which you wrote In an angry mood, and which gave you a By this time I was at the table and stretched out a hand for the envelope. My one hope was nonchalance. "Sit down, sir," I said, "and have a drink. It's a filthy night to move about in." "Thank you, no, Herr Brandt," he said. "You may burn these pass- ports, for they will not be used." "Whatever's the matter with you?" I cried. "You've mistaken the house, my lad. I'm called Hanatt Richard Hanau and my partner's Mr. John S. Blenkiron. He'll be here presently. Never know any one of the name of Brandt, barring a tobacconist in Den- ver City." "You have never been to Rust- chuk?" he said with a sneer. "Not that I know of. But, pardon me, sir, if I ask your name and your business here. I'm darned if I'm ac- customed to be called by Dutch names or have my word doubted. In my coun- try we consider that impolite as be- tween gentlemen." I could rum thut my bluff was having its effect. Hi stare began to wuvcr, and whon ho next spoke It was in a moro civil tone. "I will ask pardon If I'm mistaken, sir, but you're the imago of a man who u week ago at Rustchuk, a man much wanted by the Imperial Government." "A week in-. i I was tossing in a dirty little hooker coming from Constanza. Unless Rustchuk's in the middle of tho Black St-u I've never visited the town- ship. I guess you're barking: up tho wrong tree. Come to think of It, 1 was expecting passports. Say, did you come from Enver Damnd?" "I have that honor," he said. "Well, Enver is a very good friend of mine, lie's the brightest citizen struck side of At i antic . A universal custom that benefits every- body. After Every K rviww Mi^viNjiivtif MC 31 cleanses the tooth, soothes the throat. WRKLEVS \goodthing to remember THE^ FLAVOR ISSUE No. 9-'23. customer. HOLDERS KOR BIRTHDAY CANDLES. I nm Hiixiouj to tell the readers o.f my recent discovery. Perhaps some ,of you have made a similar one. Last Thursday was my little son, Jerry's, I seventh birthday. To hold the family | custom, he must have a birthday caka with candles. When I came to make ' the cake I found I had the candles hut no candle holders. As the candles had to be lighted, the wax would run down and mingle with! the frosting, and this would not do at all. Having some marshmallowg in the house, I used these for holders, mid they answered the purpose very well. With cake coloring I marked I ho face on each marshmallow, placing, the candle in the mouth, much to thej amusement of my little ion. Mrs. F. W. you hnd done a smart thing and were going to "KOI ,;:i,n. with somenna who had Insulted you burn It. There Is a better wuy. love's wuy. Try U. Don't say tho in, MI: thing you have been planning to lay ' > someone you think has been mean to you. Instead, give him tho love thought, the niag- The man was calming down, nnd in another minute his suspicions would have gone. But at that moment, by tho crookedest kind or luck, Peter en- , tcred with a tray of dishes. He did not notice Uasta, and walked straight! to the table and plumped down lii- burden on it. The Turk had stepped aside at his entrance, and I saw byj the look in his eyes that his suspi- 'i"!, had become a certainty. For Peter, stripped to the shirt and breeches, was the identical shabby lit- tle companion of thu Rustchuk meet-' ing. I had never doubted Rasta's pluck. He jumped for the door and had a pistol out in a trice pointing at my head. "lionnc fortunf," he cried. "Both tho birds at one shot." His hand was on the iatch, and his mouth wns open to cry. I guessed there was an order- ' ly waiting on the Ftair.s. He h<I what you call the strategic ndvnntnpi 1 , for he was at tho door, while I WHK at tho other end of the table and Peter at the nido of it at two yards from him. Tin' road ilcur brfore him, and neither of i.. urnvd. I made a litered with broken glass and a sense- less man in the cupboard. There are some situations so crazily extravagant that they key up the spirit to meet them. I was almost laughing when that stately lady stop- ped over my threshold. "Madam," I said, with a bow that shamed my old dressing-gown and strident pyjamas. "You find me at a disadvantage. I came home soaking from my ride, and was in the act of changing. My servant has just up- set a tray of crockery, and I fear this room's no fit place for a lady. Allow me three minutes to make myself pre- sentable." She inclined her head gravely and took a seat by the fire. I w'ent into my bedroom, and as I expected found Peter lurking by the other door. In a hectic sentence I bade him get Rasta's orderly out of the place on any pre- text, and tell him nis master would return later. Then I hurried into de- cent garments and came out to find my visitor in a brown study. At the sound of my entrance she started from her dream and stood up on the hearthrug, slipping the long robe of fur from her slim body. "We ore alone?" she said. "We will not be disturbed?" Then an inspiration came to me. I remembered that Frau von Einem, ac- cording to Blenkiron, did not see eye to eye with the Young Turks; and I had a queer instinct that Rasta could not be to her liking. So I spoke the truth. "I must tell you that there's an- other guest here to-night. 1 reckon he's feeling pretty uncomfortable. At present he's trussed up on a shelf in that cupboard." She did not trouble to look round. "Is he dead?" she asked calmly. "By no means," I said, "but he'i fixed so he can't speak, and I guess he can't hear much." "He was the man who brought you this?" she asked, pointing to the en- velope on the table which bore the bit; blue stamp of the Ministry of War. "The same," I said. "I'm not per- fectly sure of his name, but I think they call him Rasta." Not n flicker of a smile crossed her face, but I had a feeling that the news pleased her. "Did he thwart you?" she asked. "Why, yes. He thwarted me some. His head Is n bit swelled, and an hour or two on tho shelf will do him good." "He is a powerful man," she said, "a jackal of Enver's. You have mnde a dangerous enemy." "I don't value him at two cents," said I, though I thought grimly that as far as I could see the value of him was likely to be about the price of my neck. "Perhaps you are right," she said with serious eyes. "In these days no enemy Is dangerous to B bold man. I have come to-night, Mr. Hanau, to talk business with you, as they say in your country. I have heard well of you, and to-day I have seen you. I may have need of you, and you assur- edly will have need of me " She broke off. and again l.er stranire potent eyes fell on my face. Thev were like a burning senrchlieht which up every cranny and crack of I felt it was going to be ifficult to act a part under compelling gaze. Sh> co"ld not mesmerize me, but she could strip me of my fancy dress and set me naked In the masquerade. out th half million books appeared last cen- tury, one can obtain a fairly good idea oi the sJse of the world's bookshop. Adding together the number of vol- umes published in each century since printing was invented, the astonishing total of etxty millions i reached. The amount of energy, time, paper, and printer's Ink which have gone to pro- duce all tfeeee books Is Incalculable. A great many of theee publications are each worth more than five thous- and pounds, and the total value of the world' e book stocks must run into many millions. Stacked together, they would form a fair-sized mountain, the aecent of which would take several hoar*. The three largest libraries In the world are the British Museum Libr- ary, which has four million volumee; the BIbliotheque National*, at Paris, which has three millions; and the Lib- rary of Congress. Washington, with Just half a million less. Thus, between them alone, theee three great institu- tions poseea* nine and a half million books of all kinds. "Do you keep a ecrapbook?" "No, my husband and I try to (el without lighting." * Mlnard'e Liniment Heals Cute. Good Man. "Wanted Single man for small re- tail milk round and general farm work; must know how to milk and drive Ford car." Universal Portable and Folding with or without Instantancout water attached. permits all bathroom comfort* of a millionaire in U> mini. No piuub- Ini Lquall/ aultahlit for i-ountrj or town liooie SO il- trial. Mod- at IT!,- Aik alxiut our Indoor chemical cloatta. UnlMrul Mltll r.lj,-li rom.in, M Auunitlon 8t . WHttnllto. Bath Till) ALWAYS ASK For EDDYS MATCHES soi a by over 14.000 General Stores and 16,000 Grocers ON SALI M "RYVVIir Hi: IN CANADA he has done. I cant be mrnu to him. 1 must show my friendliness, my mag- uanliulty to this brother." i This In love's way. j - . | When Ui. price of g.x.d tea Is ^ many poor cheap toas are offerod to the public. 1 hose wjo buy them learn to their sorrow thtt price does not Indicate their coil. To the pouud more satisfying and flavory cups can be brewed from a fine tea like "SALADA," hence IU real economy In ' use. I of tho trilV) and I10W| na , 8 t one on a pond, he skimmed j t w ith its contents at Rosta's hcnd.. The man was opening the door with one hand while he kept me covered Huge Forest. The Island of Madagascar has a belt of forest 20 tnlles deep which com- pletely encircles it. Mlnard't Liniment foi Dandruff. shot cracked out, and the bullet went through tho 1 1 ay, but the noise was drowned in the crash of glasses and crockery. The next second Peter had wrenched the pistol from Rnsta's hand and hud gripped his throat. A dandified young Turk, brought up in Paris and finished in Berlin, may bo 1 pa brave as a lion, but he cannot stand, in a rough-and-tumble against a back- void hunter, though more than double his age. There was no need for me to , help. Peter had his own way, learned in a wild school, of knocking the sense out of a foe. He gagged him scien- ' tificully, "ml trussed him up with his ?erve MusfarJ iff, all meai s