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tis and flavory.: Japans you ever io ted. =r Sold by sll Grocers. ' - The Dictator. Who Was | Misunderstood BY BERTHAM LEIGH, PART I. To the man standing at the open th French window the quiet beauty of the landscape meant at that moment no- thing; he was conscious only of the girl mounting the steps from the lawn to the verandah, 'from which, in less than a minute, she would enter the room. In other circumstances, at another time, doubtless. Ronald Sloane would have noticed, and with appreciation, the scene without the tennis lawn, the old rose garden beyond, with its quaint sundial, the sweep of the plain, and far away on the horizon, the shimmer ing blue of the sea. His whole con- sciousness was concentrated solel upon Joyce Falloden as she moun the steps and came toward him. She was worthy of his attention worthy of the attention, indeed, could Sloane but have realized it, of a man bigger and more magnanimous than he was or could ever become. Tall and deep-bosomed, she carried herself with a natural grace that spoke rath- er of long tramps in the open country than of the calculated artifice of the ballroom. Her hair was dark brown and wavy without persuasion, and her neck was magnificently molded. But it was her face that most provoked admiration; the features were regular and beautiful, but their beauty was more "intense than delicate, for her complexion was browned from her habit of roaming the countryside without a hat; she was like a Madon- na who had lived Jong with gypsies. Yet she shad been wooed and won; John Malleson had found it possible to break through the rampart of her cold, exacting reticence and to enter into the castle of her intimate spir- ituality. - Such a wooing, while provo- eative in Sloane of envy, hatred,malice and all uncharitabléeness, was provo- cative also of 'a begrudged measure of admiration. , "Good afternoon, Mr. Sloane. Sorry to have kept you waiting, but we just bad to finish that set." "Oh, that is quite all right, I hope I have not come at an awkward time, but the committee has asked me to discuss with you one or two points in connection with the meeting on Mon- Lifebuoy is ths purest, most wholesome sosp that can be rhade. The remarkable quali. ties of Lifebuoy have been proven in or oli- tes, all oocupations, on every kind of akin. day, and the sooner they are settled you sit down gy Ronald Sloane was the schoolmaster, pares and a pronounced Socialist, he meeting he had mentioned was to take place in the neighboring town, when one of the most advanced lead- ers of the Socialist Party was to be the principal 'speaker. Joyce Falloden, too, was an ardent Socialist and a prominent member of the local group which had srranged the big esting for the followin, onday. ey were {Boon absorbed in the' discuss of i various 'matters connected 'with its incidental tactics. "That will be excellent, admirable," replied Sloane to a sug, on she had put forward. "We will leave it at that, Miss Falloden." He rose to take his leave. She prese- ed him to stay to tea. "TI want to introduce you to Mr. Malleson," she said. "He arrived Yesterday, you know." "So I heard. The village is all agog, I assure you, and those who possess mouth organs are feverishly learning, 'See the Conquering Hero Comes' to play whenever he is unfortunate enough to appear in our one street." He spoke bitterly, but thought he was" speaking generously. Joyce, di- vining noting of what was in his mind, tossed her head and laughed delightedly. "He is out riding at the moment, but we expect him back for tea. Come into the garden and see mother. And you know the others--the Heuling crowd and the Mannering twins." On the verandah he spoke, rather awkwardly, of what was foremost in his' thoughts, the probable effect upon his own intercourse with Joyce Fallo- den of Malleson's return from his amazing adventure in South America. "I say, Miss Falloden, won't Mr. Mallesont wish you to give up social- fsm--at least your active interest in it--now that he is at hand to mono- polize your attention? To judge from all I have heard of his five years of dictatorship in Romario--and I have heard quite a lot from various sources --I imagine that he can't possibly be in agreement with us, even in the mere matter of fundamental demo- cratic principles." "Mrs Malleson has always under- stood that I am a Socialist, and knows what to expect," she answered with a smile. » - The greetings between Sloane and Mrs. Falloden and the tennis votaries were ' scarcely over when the maid brought the tea, and with the tea came John Malleson, erstwhile dic- tator-president of the Republic of Romario, He was of middle height and carried himself with the easy dignity of the diplomat rather than with the brusque smartness of the soldier, for, in spite of his military victories, which ven him the reputation the over of a miniature Napoleon, worl and---as unmistakably he lookad in his neat riding breeches and khaki shirt, open at the neck--more prince of men than either. His face was bro the face of Caesar, but with a smal brown mustache above the chiseled, laconic lips. His gray eyes wete un- fathomably distinctive of the ter- ful genius that burned within him: . "This is my friend, Mr. Sloane, ," announced Joyce. "Pleased e " "Certainly. What are they? Won't und was more statesman than general,| beco almost a fable, the" of 'new prosperity, of a new earth if not quite of a new heaven. They called him, hal "El Establecedo: Establisher." ; And now he was seated, balancing on his knee his teacup, with a large fece of chocolate cake in the saucer avely listening to the prattle of old Heuling's pretty : daughter, He village was mainly desirous of havin a young man of some learn that her uncle's brother-in-law 1 ! 1f in awe and half in affection,{ : dor. A allosn ¥ the & x lor voice vibrated mith 5 re 3 scorn was | 5 ! and Bl a "My dear!" Bl ost Mrs. Falloden. Sertainly, John. | Pass me your cup." = © {To be continued.) and was a retired major-general, letting it be presupposed, by inference, that her THE OLD-FASHIONED PARLOR. Of late years we country house- wives have been rather priding our- selves upon getting farther and far- ther away from old-fashioned notions, Any new idea has been accepted as an improvement. But were all the old-fashioned no- tions without virtue? There is the time-honored - parlor, What unnum- memory. And how progressive we felt ourselves to be while we snatched open the blinds, flung up the curtains, and brought in the workbasket, the children's toys and father's cata- logues. "Now," we said, "it is.a liv- ing room. It looks lived-in." Alas, it does! Particularly if there are children in the family, and if mother is adding to her household du- ties those innumerable ones that most farm "women assume--sewing, can- ning, gardening, chicken 'and turkey raising and what not. 'When a car: load of acquaintances honks up to our door near the end of a trying sum- mer week, what housewife hasn't thought with longing of the old- fashioned, dark, cool, orderly parlor which she has progressively .trans- formed into a lived-in room. Ideas in decoration change. We needn't have wax flowers and pampas grass in a best parlor to-day. - But who hasn't longed for a half-hour rest in this dim, cool, quiet room on a bustling, blistering summer after- noon? Who hasn't longed for its free- dom from dust and disorder, flies and shabbingss, when callers arrived in the busy season'? * Grandmother was a busy woman with a big family. She knew what she was about when she instituted the best parlor. The children kept out because it was uninteresting and more or less unsafe. 'Flies kept out because it was dark and sacredly clean." Dust and t kept out be- cause it was clo against them. What a haven of quiet and rest and preparedness! 3 It is all very well to talk about ideals and methods and modern labor woman has sufficient time and strength to keep an ideal home during the rush season? If my experience bered jokes have been dedicated to its} savers, but what busy, ambitious farm/| and observations are correst, it simply}: Minard's Uiniment, for Coughs & Colds | In " Flies will congregate. Dust will blow in open wondows. Dis- order will accumulate in lived-in rooms. Crying needs such %s food, fowls, garden preserving and clean, clothing claim first . attention ~ and these other things have to go. A Then it is that the old-fashioned parlor is an anchor 'to windward. --| Alice Margaret Ashton. - POLISHING MOPS; The 'writer knows of a near-fire! which resulted from stowing a polish-|., ing mop in a closet. This was an ordinary floor mop, oiled with a mix-| 'ture"of turpentine, linseed oil and wax. |" Two days after this was stored, open- ing of the closet revealed the mop| handle standing, with the rag portion | burned to ashés and the floor under| this burned through ,to the sub- flooring. - A test was made with a rag saturated in the linseed oil: and. this placed a safe distance from the building in a metal can. When this was reduced to ashes in| a similar manner this concluded the evidence that oil-soaked rags are mighty dangerous leads to fire. * Though simple and harmless- ap- pedring materials may be used for polishing floors and furniture, keep these in metal containers, and if pos- sible on some tile or concrete floor, to avoid risk. A wooden box is a very unsafe method. 13 Prices rose as high after the Na- poleonic wars as after the recent world war. 4 y saved and Invested in safe bonds from . age 30 to 60; interest being reinvested, Lye aa fe