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than any Young Hyson. has won it one of users. Finer apan, J dg 0 for SALADA. Gunpowder or BY MELLA RUS PART 1. ! With eyes growihg suddenly sick, . Rose Walton saw that the person in | the roadster beside Dr .Reed was the new girl in town, Betty Kennedy. The | Sunday morning sunshine caught the yellow and white of the girl's sports bat as they turned the corner of Un- "fon street. "He is taking her along on his calls," Rose thought, "just as he has taken me so many times!" Rose had come out on the front verandah of the cottage to tie up a ! ¢railing branch of wistaria. They had noticed at the breakfast table that it] was down. She wore a blue apron dress, and her curling, light brown! hair was knotted back with two pins. Rose luxuriated-in being slightly eare-! less on Sunday morning. Six days a week she worked in the office of a seed | house. . She went on tying up the Vine. Never had the wistaria been more beautiful. Heavy with banging bloom, «it _wrdathed her as she stood there; » but now the sweetness was gone from the morning. She had heard whispers about the doctor and the new girl, but this was the first time she had seen them to- gether. Such an informal hour, too-- Sunday morning! And in the evening he was coming to have supper with Rose and her mother. As Rose went back into the kitchen, her mother looked up from washing dishes. The rinsing pan of blue en- amel, and the clear hot water in it glittered. mens What's: the matter?" her mother. demanded. Rese laughed. Her mother delighted her. Ever since she was' small Rose had worshipped the tall,-still woman with the veiled, dark eyes. Rose her- | self was rather sturdily built, with wide-open gray eyes. She considered her mother a vastly superior person. "Bart is taking Betty Kennedy on his rounds this morning--the new girl, «| you know--Mrs. Heath's niece." "Oh!" The hands in the dishpan, ? beautiful still in spite of hard work, slid a cup f from the soapy water into the clear. "A frown appeared between the straight, black brows, as, fof a second, Ellen Walton's eyes seemed less veiled. Rose's heart quickened. All her thinking life she had hoped to get be- hind that veil, but only for a second did the older woman reveal a glimpse of soul. Then the curtains fell, and, as always, the deep gold voice carried smoothly. Well, I shouldn't let that worry me; if I were you," said Mrs. Walton. Rose stood still, a fire of grief run- ning through her. "Wouldnt you, on When Rose's father died, ten years Ellen? Wouldn't ~ ago, Rose, in a mood of small-girl pro- ~ tectiveness; had begun calling her mother by her first name. "We are two women together now," _ #he "had said, and Ellen" Walton had seemed pleased. "No, indeed, I shouldn't worry," re- ted her th . "A man was never 'won by toe much caring." "But, Ellen, what {f you loved a man? What if he meant all the world ~ ~and heaven----" Rose caught up the dish towel and began to china fast. "Child, child!" The voice ran deep with pity. "I'm sorry! 1 wish--I wish you didn't care about him! Men, GIVERS AND TAKERS SELL McCALLUM. don't appreciate it. You should never let a man know that you give him a second thought." Rose lifted her head sharply. "Oh, I know. I've heard that advice all my life--keep a man guessing; i never let him know you care. Ellen, I don't like those tactics!" Ellen Walton started. "You don't? Haven't you any pride?" "Lots! I'm proud--of my feelings." "Gracious me, that will never do!" The hands made a soapy commotion. "You will always be hurt if you go through life that way. You must play { the game, and never, never show what | you really feel." . Rose looked steadily at her 'mother. Ellen was speaking too fast, too nerv- [ously The girl caught the veiled eyes { with her inwinking steady ones. The veiled eyes shifted, would not be held. "She does not believe. what she is saying," Rose thought. A silence separated them, across which Rose yearned, but the curtains were down tight. Rose 'Walton and her mother occu- pied a unique position in Yorks. Ed. Walton had belonged to one of the town's nicest families. Poor, plodding old dear, so kind to them--and so unable to provide for them! When he died, and his widow announced her intention of working for other people, Yorke society had been shocked; but Ellen Walton had gone on with her plan, and had quietly advertised that she would do baking to order, assist at parties, launder fine garments and be temporary companion to old ladies and 'children... And. she had done. all those things with such dignity that the very people who hired her were apt to apologize for doing so, and nearly al- ways included her in their invitations. "What a pity Ed didn't leave any- | thing!" they said. | But of course there were new people in town who did not remember Ed Walton, and they saw no reason for inviting the town's "lady help" to | their functions; so now the Waltons | were rather on the fringe of things. Rose had gone to work as soon as she graduated from high sehool: She ; did not want to be a business girl, but she wanted to teach school still less, so there was no choice. She had never considered her lot a hard one, had never mourned for lost caste. She knew that with their real friends she and her mother still "belonged" and always would. She had played with Bart Reed ever since she was 16--and Bart certainly "belonged," if any one did. Bart had growled a lot about her working in an office "with a bunch of cheap kids"-- at which she had smiled. Rose had a longer time to herself that day than she expected. When her mother came from church, she report- ed that the Dickenson's maid was ill, and Mrs. Dickenson was distracted with guests; and would Mrs. Walton be » | good enough to come in? Of course Mrs, Walton would; it was her bread and butter. As the afternoon stretched on, and Rose dressed and prepared supper, her dislike of "the game" strengthened. She did not dress with special care or experiment with cosmetics. She put on a gray-blue dress that Bart Reed had seen at least a dozen times, Sharp joy rose in her when, at halt, past b, his car made its purring fa- miliar halt. The biscuits were ready and the oven door ajar. She set the i n't Let Them Fool YOU! u be the dudge of the Radio Set you want man "worhen like to have rround the hr use---the kind that can go intc a kitchen without being in the way. He artley Reed was the kind of 1 The W. J. BOLUS CO. Ltd. HEAD OFFICE AND 8HOW ROOMS: 318 YONGE ST. - TORONTO > was tall, broad and blond; seri in 'work, bubbling in play. : "Lord, I'm starved! Been jumping around the country all day. Um-m-m| biscuits!" Not a word about Betty. Kennedy! * "You must be tired, Bart. "Not too tired to.take you up Dan Seeley's hill in the moonlight, after dishes are done." Rose laughed. It would have been a nice speech--if she did net know about the other girl. The er largely, praising the biscuits--which were entirely praise- worthy--and finishing off with a second | cup of coffee. Then, just as he always did, he piled the dishes expertly, car- ried them fo the kitchen, and helped with the washing of them. Rose was furiously happy, working beside him. It was not until they were five miles out of Yorke, climbing Dan Seeley's hill 'on high, to Bart's im- mense satisfaction, that she made a move toward carrying out the resolu- tion that had been forming all day. "] saw you and Betty Kennedy this morning." There was a sharp silence. How common her remark sounded! & "Yes," he admitted. "I couldn' very well get out of taking her. Maud Allen roped me into a party last night, and Betty practically asked me. You know how it is, Rose!" "Now he is playing the game--the man's side of it," thought Rose. Aloud she said: "No, I don't know how it is. I know you wouldn't have taken her if you hadn't wanted to." Bart gavethe car gas, and they shot ahead. "I didn't dream you were the jealous kind, Rose!" She knew she was expected to deny it, but what she -said was---- "Well, I am--terribly!" He glanced sidewise. "You're the last girl I'd suspect of trying to hold a mortgage on a man," he said. "Am 1? Oh, I know--girls are sup- posed to eat out their hearts in secret; but I'm not going to be orthodox to= Minard's Liniment for sore throat. night. - I'm goin, ES all, that--TI care!" "(To be continued. ) THE ARTIST SMOCK INVADES THE REALM OF THE KITCHEN. The artist smock under a new name, "Kitchen Koat," has invaded the realm "of the "kitchen. Not 'only are smart women adopting them for house coats, but women 'everywhere are using smocks as a protection for the frock underneath when at work in studio, office, or for innumerable occa- sions. The model pictured here is an especially well-liked style, with raglan shoulders and long sieeves gathered tell you, once for By "Jstamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap penditure of money. ; Every woman should want to make her. i and the home designe lu Fated in our new Fashion to practical Simpe, maintaining the spiri ts Hg mod the moment. Price, of i book 10 cents the copy. oH HOW TO ORDER PATTERNS: vi: . Write your name and address plain- ly, giving numbér and size of such | patterns as you want. Enclose 20¢ in | it carefully) for each number, Ya address your order to Pattern Dept, 'Wilson Publishing Co., 78 West Ade- laide St.; Toronto. Patterns sent by return mail. : stig i Qn es jet) of are somebody. We stand crowd. Without it we me erg to SHEERS men a aime o au of ou wh hava ad Sucnitre thou of cooks who concoct bread * their efforts are membered Then along comes a man who hes the divine gift of nin OF a Chippendale, or a famous chef. An Unforgivable Fault. - 'recognize - the value of - We are always looking for the "gome- thing different" in clothes, in plays, Minard's Linimont for t Jor dandrthy | Why Does a Whip . Whip. Crack? Nature is full of puzzles. We have digcovered radium and the use of X- rays, vet it is not known how or why a whip makes a noise when cracked. What cracks--the whip or the air? If a man wants light he must first make heat, yet a glow-worm or a fire fly, deep sea fish and, many plants and fungi, produce a cold light. Carnivor- ous animals are frequently striped and spotted, but the mild grain or grass eater is seldom so marked. Why is this? Again, there are no blue moths, nor has there been a blue rose; and why is a purple blossom go common to poison- ous plants? Glass, though amazingly elastic, is brittle and breakable, Take a hollow ball of glass with a hole in it, hold the bail in the hand and stop the hold with one finger, and the ball will fly to pieces through the mere warmth of the hand. A glass vessel that has sud- come of the salt in the water? dangerous dissolves Boll the water away and the salt reappears. What then has be- hile it is disselved water, it would seem, decomposes the salt into par- ticles highly charged with electricity. For this statement we have the auth- ority of Professor Ira Rewson, who adds that other substances dissolved in water do not act like salt. T meet ieee. Puss at Play When a cat is frightened or angry it ruffles up the hair of its body and tail in order that it may appear more The cat does this by a chemical discharged by glands. errno When frying cold. cooked potatoes sprinkle them with flour, and tlLey will brown more readily. * Usually the best way out of a diffi culty is through it.--Lord Hewart. its adrenal] in books, end in our acquaintances. We are interested and amused by the men and women who have new and original points of view, who have vivid impressions, and who do not think that conversation ists in a di i of the weather and thein own personal affairs. This makes it more strange that while per lity ie est d a virtue outside of the domestic circle, within the precincts of the home it jo often regarded as something that must be suppressed at any cost. Husbands and wives will not: tolerate it in each other. To have "ways" is the unfor- givable matrimonial sin. Yet the very thing that attracted John to Mary was the fact that she was different from other girls. She had more "go," or she was so inde- pendent, or she had real brains. But as "soon #8 they are 'married John wants to change Mary into a paper the same does, and has precisely denly cooled can stand plenty of blows tastes. from the outside, but the lightest ob- ject dropped inside will shiver it in-|] stantly. into bands at the wrists; or short If you put a little sa:t in water it "A DUTCH COLONIAL DESIGN By Molesworth, West and Secord, Architects, No type of domestic architecture i6 | living room and dining room at either quite so definitely distinctive and the perspective Hlustrated is an enthusing view of it at its beet. As is charac teristic of Dutch Colonial when well executed, it commands, rather than pleads for admiration, While the most outstanding feature {s undoubtedly the unmistakable Gam- brel design of the roof, the success of | this home as a whole is entirely due to harmonious co-ordination. How truly Colonial are the entrance with well proportioned glazed door and eide windows and the verandah | but the actual floor area Is slightly with balcony above. The four brackets more on account of the' bay window. under the roof relieve what would | otherwise be rather uninteresting wall epaces at the sides of the bay windows | to a large verandah; 10 ft. x 15 ft., and also create an impression of se- which could be easily converted into curity without contributing to it. You will notice that the two chimneys are placed in the centres of the gable ends which is a distinctive characteristic of this type cf home. ventilate the attic. As intimated by the positions occu: ! this by the entrance avd two bay win-| trance completes a very commendable 'Lome. | { side. - The living room is 15 ft. x 23 ft. and {the fireplace has a tile heafth, 6 in. x 6 in., red quarry tile being recommend | ed. A fireplace, as you gee it here, in the centre of a wall of sufficient length to allow a window at eich side i8 a very pleasing arrangement.. Just imagine this wall exposed to the west; a chilly fall day nearing its end; a blazing fire In the grate and the light of the setting sun streaming through the windows. This is the sort of thing to look forward to and provide { for when selecting a home. The dining room is 11 ft. x 16 ft. {A saving of épace is effected by the built in sideboard. - French doors lead a sunroom if desired. All the usual built in features of | modern kitchens are fcund in this one and it is Interesting to note, that.we have yet to publish a home in this | Other noteworthy features are the series in which the kitchen sink and: {with the well planned and i large dormer with three groups of drain boards have not been placed just. ' accommodation provided and the use casement windows and the gable win- | below a group of three or four win-: ot. the best materials and -workman: | dows on both sides of each chimney to | dows. For further collaboration of the! { same principle see also the counter in a, The convenient rear en! ows in the perspective, the ground | floor plan. "floor plan shows a: gentre hall with TT (1T 3411] Si A feature of the appidach to the Hair Goods High- rds 8 e ; Jou ect : ol comfort. Also NC traustonmations, Correspondence Ingited EDWARDS & WHITE 777 Yonge St., Toronto. Send For Beokiet. When Mary objects to Btaying at home and darning stockings; she asserts her right to her own opini- ons, and to life, liberty, and the pur- syit of happinges in her own way, | there are quar had ; And Mary's a is no different from John's, John captured her maiden { fancy by his dashing ways, but the minute the ceremony is over she be- gins to try to lop off the. personal idiosyncrasies that made John John. She wears Herself out trying to change a gay, happy-go-lucky, generous, plea- ~ | sure-loving man into a drab, s and butler puddings every day, and and unre. ~and we have a Barrie, or a Whistler, Abstractly, we are quick enough to ~~ ° pattern wife who ls a good cook and" housekeeper, wha thinks exactly as he ~ when =~ = « minded plodder. it is with their children, however, | that people do their most deadly work in slayiig personality. When you hear parents complaining of having ungrateful children, or of being dis appointed in certain of their children, nine times out of ten it means that the child possesses personality and wants to express itself instead of be- mother can mould into whatever shape i they desire i If mother is one of these wives i whose idea of a perfect day is turning i out rooms, she considers that there is i something lacking in Maud"s character cecond floor is the midway landing which, while most appreciated by eld- enly people, is acceptable to all, It aleo provides light at. what is often | the one dreary spot in an otherwise] cheerful home and affords an attrac, tive view from either floor. Upstairs are fcur bedrooms having light on two sides and clothes closets; a bathroom 7 ft. x 7°ft, with tile floor dunt oes ~hookist {it Maud loathes a broom. If 'father {is a hard-headed business man who {has built up a big grocery trade, he | fice Into a rage if Tom insists on be- . coming into the firm, where there is a place waiting for im. Those who try to rob us of our per- sonality do us the greatest injury that 1}! one individual can do another. Some- | tines they Yuin our lives and make : fadlures of us, because 'through our [hatred of hurting and disappointing those we love we give up our own as- pirations and hopes and desires, and Tet Ahem make: of us: what they will. and built in medicine cabinet over the basin; a cupboard for brooms, etc., and a linen closet. Two of the bedrooms are 11 ft. x 15 ft. and the others 14 ft. by 12 ft. but the smaller ones have ac-| cess to the large balcony, glass doors being used for extra light. The outside dimensions are 89 ft. 6 in. x 24 ft, not including the veran- dah, and account of its "width--{t 'hould be kept at least forty or fifty feet back from the sidewalk. The large area of glass in front makes .a southern exposure obviously preter, ; West would be a poor second| able. 'cholce and north or east out of the ! question, r 'When considered in conjunction j RI a nes These Fird¢ Trousers. We went together, just as though | Together we must share the blow; Though she: alone had gone before, We went together to the store Ang watched him proudly try them on, 3 then our:litile boy was gone, Our Iittle knickerbockered lad ; 'Came out a youth, in trousers clad! ~ | The emiling clerk sald "Fine!" but oh, Our sted of pain he couldn't know, body Jat motes dni r died The te that he stepped inside "That little dressing room alone, But well I understood" that moan. * ship (Lzoughout, thers is real value, | 'here for every cent of ten thousand doliars-- tha approximate cost. of this , Copyright, 1926, Maclean n Funaimg. Reports, Ltd. 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