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W“ a-“ FAG} late lunchers were murmuring, asl of them, dressing and eating and these two were, at scattered tables. gambling. I don’t see you playing Outside, the blue sky was clouded! bridge every day, jabbering their jabâ€" again, and the light, irresolute ram: her. I meanâ€"” was again falling. “I know what you mean!” she said Chris leaned across the table, and, impatiently, resentfully, in the pause, v V‘nv‘vâ€" Chris leaned across the table, and for a quick second put a warm brown band over her own. His eyes were smiling, but his tone was all kind. “It’s not going to take you very long to get ave}: ARE-Mary?” It was after two o’clock now; the music had ceased. The dining room was almost deserted; only afew wait- ers hovered near the door, only a few “All my life!” she answered quickly. “Ah, no, my dear!” “Not that it matters,” she said dully. “I. don’t know,” she began again with a desperate little laugh, “I don’t know who told you. I would have died rather than let you know!” SYNOPSIS. Imarry me. ban: you see bum. we u I ”a”? Kate 0 Ha?”- “Gems 3 9’09051' ‘ wouldn’t have a dog’s chance for hap- tion made by Christopher Steynes, that . , . she act. as his wife at a dinner given by; piness? Can’t you imagine yourself her boss. Gordon Rountree, in order that. saying something like this to me? ‘I a. Russian countess and her daughter' , may be disoouraged and discontinueidon’t know your friends, I don’t their attentions to Steynes. Mary tells. understand they way they talk about her mother she is going on a. business; . trip and meets Steynes at the station: thmgs, they fuss me When they P1111 7” at Burlingame. The countess is dis- German and French on me i com-aged and Mary stays overnight at‘ Steynes' house. During the night a! “German and FrenCh!” Mary Kate burglar enters and Steynes shoots him. 5 echoed, in a pause, looking away, A Police take Mary‘s name and address . . . and she is terrified for fear her mother! Slightly biting her full lower lip. will find out about it. After returning. “Oh, I don’t mean German and home Mary discovers she has fallen in. _ love with Steynes and tells this to Cassi French! I mean everything. I mean Keating, to whom she is engaged. Cassi â€"WeIl, everything!” just laughs at it. A week later Chris hones Mary and she meets and goes to “The beggar on horseback!” Mary unch with him. He asks her to visit? Kate said lightly. the robber in the hospital, who will not- . let the case against him be dropped! “You know better,” Chris reproach- Mary agrees to so. ied her! warmly. “Youdknow what I "“ifgfi’}:e been telling mé, all day,” Chris answered. “You told me last night, over the tfiephone.” rcéhe accepted this-squarely, meeting his eyes. But her color rose steadily. “I suppose so,” she admitted simp- ly, shrugging. “Oh, yes. you’re getting away with it,” Mary Kate assured him, simply. “No. but suppaseâ€"suppose,” he argued eagerly, “that the shoe was 0' the other footâ€"that the situation was \vhat-dmyou-call-it -â€" reversed. SLPPOSB the situation was reversed- Suppose I was begging you tcâ€"weU. APRIL ESCAPADE in your pocket for immediate relief. If you haven't any Aspirin with you. get some at the first drugstore you come‘to. Take a tablet or two and be rid of the pain. Take promptly. Nothing is gained by waiting to see if the pain will leave of its own accord. It may grow worse! Why postpone relief? There are many times when Aspirin tablets will “save the Don’ t be help less when you suddenly get a headache. Reach FEEL MEAN? CHAPTER XXXIV. ‘Fresh from thé gardens} By KATHLEEN NORRIS mos-MARK REG. Made In Canada. umarry me. Can’t you see that we .1 c , 1A_4)_ -‘L-..A- :-..1n- “You know better,” Chris reproach- ed her, warmly. “You know what I mean, better than that,” he went on, as she did not speak. “You know that all I mean is, that the things the women I know do, would not hold you for one second. They are not real, I know that. I hate the whole crowd of them, dressing and eating and gambling. I don’t see you playing “Thatâ€"well, that in a way you’re the realest girl I’ve ever metâ€"” Chris explained. “Your motherâ€"your fam- ilyâ€"the man you’re engaged to marry â€"â€"all that is real. If I wanted that sort of thingâ€"little sisters and bro~ thers, all needing me, all wanting things that money can buy, I couldn’t get it. You’ve got a marvelous time ahead. You’ve got everything-J “Am I making sense?” he b'roke of? to ask with a little self-conscious laugh. “Of course you’re making sense,” the girl said, in the most naturabtone she had yet used. But her cheeks were aflame. “Mary, I want to say something to you,” Chris said suddenly, with a quickened manner of tone. “This thing has gone very deep with me. I’ve done darn-fool things in my life, and I thought this was going to be just one more of them. But it’s not. I don’t mean what happened Friday night. We’re going to get out of this Moody business all right; I’m not afraid of that. I’ll square him if I have to join the Socialists, and throw a. few bombs myself here and there.” “But it’s this other thing that gets me. If you’re going to feel badly about itâ€"if you’re going to thinkâ€" How’ll I put this? I mean, if any unhappiness for youâ€"” His incoherenf sentences dwindled into silence. He made a fresh start. “Here’s what I’m trying to say: You’re young and you’re very beauti- fulâ€"you really are. It sounds like a flat thing to say, but really you are â€"and you’re going to be married, and day. ” They will always ease a throbbing head. Quiet a grum- bling tooth. Relieve nagging pains of neuralgia or neuritis. Or check a sudden cold. Even rheumatism has lost its terrors for those who have learned to degendAon these‘talqlets. Cargle with Aspirin tablets at the first suspicior; 9f §ore throat. and reduce the infection. Look for Aspirin on the box- and the word Genuine in red. Genuine Aspirin tablets do not depress the heart. Another halt. Mary Kate ended the silence by saying: “You have.” “Damn!” Chris ejaculated simply- “We’ll go to the hospital now,” the girl said, beginning to gather her things, “and after that, I’ll not see you again. I ask youâ€"I beg you,” she went on, “not to try to see me again, after today. But something happened to me, last week,” she con- tinued very simply, looking down, speaking in a low voice. “I didn’t know what it was at first. I just knew that I wasâ€"sort ofâ€"trembling all the time, and that I couldn’t eat, or sleepâ€"and yet I didn’t feel sick, exactlyâ€" “And then, thinking one night, I suddenly knew what it was. I was remembering Burlingame, and all that time last week, and when I came to thinking about youâ€"” you’ve got your mother and home here, and your brothers and sis ‘1'5 and friends. I’ve come along, to ap- set all thatâ€"” “Everything looked so bright, and soâ€"\\e11,I don’t know, thrilling to me,” she went on, in a dead si1ence. “Even Iâ€"myself, was thrilling, to myself. ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO A little shrug, an upward glance from her troubled blue eyes, complet- ed the sentence. She got to her feet. But in the yellow taxi, lumbering through the light, sun-penetrated rain that was still fallingâ€"falling to his surprise, and to his rather touched: relief, she was suddenly her usual self again, a tall red-headed girl eager for experience and filled with interest in everything. She told him the history of the old mansion on Nob Hill, point- ed out the college town, and the pri- “So that’s that!” she finished. They did not speak again as they left the dining room. son island, the quarantine and naval base islands in the bay, and the old Fair site, lying level along the edge of the sullen gray, rain-flattened wat- ers. From personal, emotional mat- ters she kept resolutely away, and he saw it. “Do you dread this interview, She turned to him, With that ani- mated, wide-eyed look he so especially liked in her. “I’m absolutely crazyâ€"- Mary?” “Not much. I have a feeling that, it will come out all right.” I’m what my brother Mart would call completely off the reservation! I’m doing things, and taking chances, that would absolutely have floored me---- that would have scared me to death a few months ago. I don’t know what’s come over me! I was in a place where burglary and murder were attempted, a few nights ago, I’m lying to my mother, I’m lying to Cass, I’m on my way to see a criminalâ€"” The summary ended in her gay, irresponsible laugh. It was as if he saw, her confession had relieved her soul, washed away all fear and re- sentment for the moment, at least. “Did you tell your’ brother?” “No; he’s in Oregon. And a bless- ing, too! But I did tell Mr. Keat- ing.” “What! The Whole thing?” “Almost.” “And what did he say?” “Oh, he was wonderful. He really understood.” “Ehris had a moment of mortifica‘ tion. “I suppose he thinks I’m a skunk,” he said, uncomfortably. “I suppose he does!” she conceckd, indifferently. “It’s all sort of a mess,” Chris mus- ed, after a moment. Mary Kate made no answer. “Is this man in a jail hospital}?u she asked. “No. Gordy managed that. He asked them that no charge be made against him until we got it all straight. He intend-Shâ€"at least he hopes, that he can claim that it was all a sort of jokeâ€"a man he knew, who’d gotten boiled at the club, and so on.” “Could he do that?” “Oh, it’s being done all the time!” Chris assured her. They were at the hospital, mount- ing the formidable flight of steps that rose at its imposing base. Inside, there were certain formalities, and then a middle-aged nurse, with a bunch of keys at her girdle, led them through various clean, antiseptic- scented hallways to one of the im- mense Wings of the enormous build- ing. An elevator boy then took charge of them, and eventually they found themselves alone, outside of a white- painted steel door, one of a hundred similar doors that closely dotted a long upper corridor. Number sevenâ€" six-seven. Chris and Mary Kate pushed open the door, and were in a small, clean, white ‘room, filled with a. narrow white high bed, a white chair am! a great white-curtained window flooded with afternoon light. Chris saw these things, after one quick glance at the man who 133’ bandaged on the bed, his sullen sus- picious look turned toward the door. But Mary Kate’s look got no further than the invalid’s face. Her breath rose on a qufick gaSP~ For a second she wavered as if she were going to faint. Then with a sob she took the little space between door and bed with a. few flying $136959 she was on her knees beside the m- jured man, her face against the hand she clasped in both of hers. “0h. Mart. Mart, Mart!” she cried. (To be continued.) When tempted to go out ahd specu- late, investigate and then shut the gate!-â€"“The Christian Science Moni- Illustrated Dress'making Lesson m‘shed With Every Pattern ’What New York Is Wearing ’ BY ANN ABELLE W -â€"â€";0RTHINGTON The softly falling bolero in a subtle way diminishes the Width through the waist, and gives prominence to the flatness of the hipline. The gores of the slightly circular skirt are length- giving and sle‘n-derizing. 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We shut our eyes, rather than see the fiercely burning furnace that we believed lay belowâ€"the sud- " denly I found mY- self choking for breath, deep down in the cool swirling depths of a moun- tain pool. I fought my way to the top, and found Scottie swimming in cir- cles up there on the surface, looking for me, with a. most doleful expression on his whiskered face. Above us the woods burned brightly, and down stream the river disappearo ed in a smoke-filled tunnel of flaming trees. It was through that tunnel we must go 11! we were ever to get out. The air was alive with hot cindersâ€" and the light was so uncertain that we had no idea whether the sun was 'shining or not. When the water grew shallow I waded around slippery boulders, and crawled over ledges where the swift, white current pulled and tugged at my clothes and often swept me off my feet. It was painfully slow work for both of us. Scottie was clutched un- der my coat and I staggered along as fast as I could. The stream narrowed, and the rock ledges on either side rose to a height of twenty feet or more. It was a. re- gular gorge. Up over us the woods were burning fiercely, but above the crackle and roar of the flames rose another soundâ€"a sort of deep bass rumble like, thunder that broke through a. 16mg drawn out note. Fall- ing water, and not very far ahead! The current grew deeper and swift- er, and the gorge continued to grow steeper and narrower. I clung to a ledge for support while I rested. Sure enough. Not a hundred feet along, the stream dropped over a. ledge. I crept as closely as I dared. Apparently the water fell twenty-five or thirty-five feet into a round basin and the gorge was considerably Wider at that point. It looked for all the world as if some giant with an auger had bored this big hole in the rock, into which the water tumbled and hissed. 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Try it and you'll instantly know why it's the favorite evaywhere Slowly, step by step, we retraced our way back through the gorge. 011'‘ a flat rock in the stream we sat down: to thinkâ€"the bank was too cool for comfort and the rock was none too cool. ‘Taking off my leather jacket, 1_ carefully cut the heavy leather into‘ strips, using the sleeves and all. When fastened together these strips ‘made a strong rope about ten or twelve yards? long. Now for a place to tie it at the head of the falls. I needed a log that couid be wedged securely between the walls or the gorgeâ€"that would do it. Final- ly I founi one the right size. Halt; floating it, I made my way towards the edge of the falls. One false more â€"and over I'd have gone! Carefully. I worked one end into a crevise in; the ledge. With on end anchored I pushed the other into place against the opposite wall or the gorge. Then I went back for Scottie. From my shirt I made a sling. With one end of the r o p c anchored a r o u n d my waist, I braced myself against the tree and lowered Scottie down. The rope just reached, and he climbed out on the side of the basin._ My turn came now. I straddled the log, took a tight hold of the leather; rope, and slipped over. The force at; the falls was tremendous. The ropef slipped through my fingers, and I spun‘ dizzily around, and with a thump I;_ landed in the shallow water at the edge of the basin. I climbed wearily); out and there was Scottie watching ‘me on the bank. T The woods seemed to be getting lighter ahead. I pushed on fasterâ€"- and soon we were on the edge of the inicest little mountain lake you ever 3 saw. Far up to the right the fire was 3 rapidly working down to the lake. Toy Awy4u- .7 u y-â€"â€"_¢ our left, the woods were burning 2.14 most to the water’s edge. We wers hemmed in again. Suddenly there was a scrambling ml the underbrushâ€"some heavy animal scratching through. Scottie remem- bered the bears and stood still with every hair standing straight out like. a. porcupine. The crashing grew‘ nearer . . . London schoolchildren of today are, at eight years old, nearly an inch tall! er than those of 1913; while the 12d» yearâ€"olds are both taller and heavier; Prairie Provinces; and the Sitka and Engelmann spruces of British Column, in Canada by the Makers of mi? Chase and Vclv ecu (To be continued) W