"PAGETEN ~~ Better cookies, cak and biscuits, too. All as. light, fluffy, tender and delicious as mother used to bake. 'And just as whole- some. For purer Buking Pow- der than EGG.Q cannot be bad at any price, Ask your grocer, RECEIVES HIGHEST AWARD m'the opmion of all who use i. An honest package full weight, In all Provirges alhe "Made in Canada for the Canadian Maia." Best by Test. Dominion Fish Co. Bulk Oysters Phone 520. "McLaughlin" Garage Automoblle Own. specialty is EN tule Greats. lse- [DOL return to the arms which had cast -- whe restored thousand: hegith. Free today. uF 'S LEADING : FALO A - | like, I was allowing myself to be tos- a" 1 were face to face, as we would be ER 19, 1916. NFESSIONS OF ROXANE By Frances Walter. ness overtopk me "and 1 fell fast | asleep. - } When I awoke it was with the dull} impression thet some one was-calling 4 me, "7 listened, but the summons of there had been 'ones was not re- peated, and 1 lay back In a few moments I heard voices not far away. Suddenly every nerve i) y body tin- gled, and I sat bolt bright in the hammock. - One of the voices was Arthur's! . At first I did not detect what was Then I heard, but my I AM TOSSED BETWEEN 3 ALTERNATE OPINIONS | 4, by the McClure aper Syndicate). Mother's announcement that Ar thur would arrive the following day struck me dumb for a few moments When 1 did find my tongue sufficient ly to form a connected sentence mo- | ther had disappeared and I was left to my own reflections. z I remémber that my first definité sensation was one of joy that my hus- band was coming to me. Then all pleasure was snuffed out like a can- dle's blaze.by the recollection of the circumstances under which we had parted. At this my anger flamed. How dared he come and face me after all that had happened! Had he no shame? > Slowly I went over in my mind the | events of my illness at the St. Charles Hotel, of my convalescence; of my! discovery that Miss Regnier had paid my bills and provided me with a] nurse; of my determination to re-| turn to my mo#her's home. Then I grew cold for a moment when [I re- membered my, flirtation with Billy Bent. . What if Arthur had returned and found me infatuated with Billy?" "It would have served him right," I declared aloud with a toss of my head! But would it have served him right? Would it have 'served me right to be caught in such a situa- tion? It may not be shameful to be on with the new love soon after ome | is off with the: old, but it may rea- sonably be considered{ bad taste to select a new husband before one is | rid of the old mate, and I should as- | suredly have laid myself open to this | ¢harge had Arthur walked in upon Billy and me during some of our tete-a-tetes. | I breathed a sigh of relief. Un- doubtedly I was glad that I was not entangled with Billy Bent! It made | the present situation so much sim- pler! : But what was I to do when Arthur | came? Have you, my reader, ever been in such a predicament? If so, you can sympathize with me. If you . have not been similarly situated YOU | pammnqe™? €Very nerve In my body cannot appreciate what distress, even ; anguish, I endured during the next child. An few hours puzzling over this new I did not jump out of bed to hurry to turn in my fortunes. meet the oncoming event, but lay It is one thing to have a loving, | very still, drinking in the enjoyment tender husband 'return from a long! that "ould come from anticipation. absence and it is quite another, thing| Yet I had not made up my mind to have the husband from whom you. What I should do with respect to Ar- are separated seek you out in an ef- | thur. Perhaps my mind had made fort to bring about a reconciliation, | itself up without my assistance" But for this is what I assumed Arthur was | it it had it was also without my bent upon attempting. In the one | knowledge. case there is no question of the hus-| JI heard my mother moving about band's status. In the other hig status | down stairs, and back in the kitchen becomes a huge question mark. Nor |the maid was singing to the tune of is it a very pleasant thing to contem- | clinking dishes. Evidently half the plate your 'separated husband' be-| morning hag already gone. ing under the same roof with you,| 1 arose at length and turned on the even though that roof be the protect- | water in my bathtub. As it gurgled ing shelter of your mother's home. |and splashed into the white porcelain Such a state of affairs might easily | receptacle its music started kindred give one the creeps unless there be |strains in my own heart and soon I something jn the husband's visit | was humming a merry air as I pre- which strikes a pleasant chord in the | pared for my morning plunge. wife's breast. I did not know what time Arthur I knew, of course, why Arthur was | was to arrive, but when I emerged coming. I had pever answered his|from my room I was dressed to re- written appeal, so he was on his way | ceive him. Unconsciously I had put to receive my answer in person. What on a gown which he often had ad- | feared most was that mother had | mired--a soft, white frock with frilly written him to suspect that I was|lace around the low-cut throat. As eager for him to come. {1 passed through the library I select- When this though first came to me | ed a rose from a cluster which mo- I quivered with anger. Was it pos-|ther had placed there and stuck it sible she had done such a thing? 1|loosely in my belt. I took two or felt that it was. . Poor mother! In| three brisk turns up and down the her yearning after my welfare, in her | front porch in the crisp autumn air, desire to hgve my career untwisted, |and when I returned to the house was quite capable of intimating to Ar-|and went back to the dining-room I thur that I would not be averse to| felt almost as if I were barely touch- a reconciliation. The most I could | ing the floor, so exhilirated had I do was to hope that she had not, but | been by the sunshine, the atmosphere in this I felt that I was largely hop-|and my own thoughts. And just as.on those occasions , when I reached the bottom eof the ing agains hope. After breakfast I walked through I determined, however, that 1I|the garden and then tried to read, should not be bound by anything mo-| but I soon found that I could not ther had said or intimated. I felt|keep my mind on what was before me. that it would be quite possible for me | I read the words mechanically, but to learn from Arthur just how far| mother had gone, and I declared that being said. confused mind could not link the sounds into intelligible words. Then, | without meaning to, T®und that 1 was eavesdropping . 4d "1 could remain away no longer, mother,". Arthur was saying in his | deep, tender voice. 'I should have | gone mad had I been separated from! | her another day. No one, save only { God, knows what I have suffered. She j must forgive me." i His words ended in almost a sob "My dear boy," began mother in| tremulous tones, "1 ghall pray for you! and her while you try to persuade] her." 1 heard Arthur's heavy steps ap-{' proaching, and the lighter sound of] mother's feet as she made her way| back to the house. I knew she was going to keep her word----to pray for| us while we met there in the sum-| mer house to seal our fate. (To be gontinued) { | | atin | | GANANOQUE SOLDIER SAVES A YOUNG WOMAN, Pte. R. J. Kirke, Hobbling on! Crutches, Jumped Into | the Thames. | Toronto, Sept. 18.--Pte. Robert 1 Kirke, on Friday, with the wound] of the amputation of his right leg unhealed, jumped into the Thames] River, near London, England, and| rescued a drowning girl. Kirke, whose parents are in Gananoque, | lived in Toronto several years be-| fore he enlisted with the 1st Bat-| talion of the first contingent. He was| employed at the Bay street office of | the Bank of Toronto. He was] wounded in June, 1915, and has had | three operations performed on his| leg, each one of which has removed part of the limb. | Kirke was taking teg with a num-| ber of other convalescing soldiers at| Eel Pie Island, a tavofable resort in| the Thames River, hen he heard] the voice of a woman calling for] help. The wounded soldier hobbled | Lon his crutches to the tea-house bal-| cony and saw a girl struggling in the | water, She had fallen from a boat. | Without divesting himself of any ef his clothes, Kirke plunged into the| river, where he struggled with the| girl. She was brought to shore in| an unconscious condition, but will] recover. Kirke, too, suffered from | the shock. He was forced to spend| all night in the tea-house; and was later removed to Bushey Park Hos-| | tingled, and I gat bolt upright In the page or the top of the next one I real- ized suddenly that I knew nothing about the sentences I had scanned. It was clear to me that my whole mind and heart were absorbed with the idea of Arthur's return. Look- ing back on it now I find this easy to explain, but at that time the real- ization made me angry with myself. "Why can I not forget him!" I ex- claimed more than once in my impa- tience. The reason I could not for- get him is very plain to me now, but it was hard to fathom on that partic- ular morning. ° - A little while later I would fia myself looking down the street. When it came upon me why I was at the window the same impatience with myself seized me. "It is not true!" I told myself. "I am not so eager for him to come!" Yet I must have been. I did not know why I was so eager, but I know now. The morning passed and the early afternoon came and went, and still there was no Arthur. Mother, who hdd been all smiles throughout the day, began to wear an anxious look, and kept going out to the front porch after pretext of looking after the flowers. The high spirits which had thrilled me during the early part of the day wore off, leaving me tired and on the verge of a nervous head- ache, Once when the gate clicked I start- ed as if I had received an electric shock, but it was only a neighbor who had stopped to commend on the beauty of the garden. At length, worn out by the strain, I struggled into a warm coat and went into a vine covered summer house and lay down in the hammock. There weari- MUTT TTY pital. At New London, Conn., there is a! persistent report that the German | submarine merchantman Bremen, al sister ship of the Deutschland, would | arrive there within a week. ever needed. if my husband had come with any preconeeived ideas -of-the--ease-with which he could reclaim his wife, he would speedily be disabused of the Nancy. "Low Cost of _ Looking back upon the matter I * " realize now that all this was a matter ~ Living" Menu | of personal.pride and possibly pure vanity, but nothing 1 this entered TT my thoughts that da rthur should be taught that his wife was not the Menu forWednesday plaything of his fancy, to be cast off : z at will or taken on when the whim BREANFAST seized him. Possibly he would be ' Holled Cereal taught something else. He might be wal Sats Omelet -- shown that a despised woman would a Fao Butter Coffee or Coton her offi. 1 did mot say definitely that RG PP I would not return to him, but that | LUNSUHBON OR SUPPER the possibility existed that I would Stewed Peaches or Plums not. Buttermilk or All at once I realized that, woman- Irish Stew Sliced Tomatoes Baked Plum or Pesch Rolly-Poly Coffee tee sed] 3 F - « 4 Materials--Threé eggs, 3 cups boil- ed potatoes; 3 tablespoons grated on- ion, 3 tablespoons cold milk, 1 table- ged between alternate opinions. Un- doubtedly there was something in me which yearned for my husband, but there also was som in which rebelled against the thought of a re- conciliation. Which impulse would |. prove the stronger? When he and in a few short hours, what would happen?. Would my anger flame to spoon chopped parsley, 1 teaspoon white heat at the sight of him or salt, dash paprika, 1 tablespoon drip- would the look of his eyes melt me to | pings. > tenderness? 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