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v7 seconds later he 'returned. -- 'you know nothing about me, fr in ed a for perhaps ks sec- onds, then moved slowly away. Five 'The photo-| fascinated him. - thirty-one years of life travelled in many countries | seen many lcvely women. But the photograph was differ-| he assured himself. She, too, was lovely, but there was a gentleness and wistfulness fin her expression which moved him strangely, and he - @eemed to glimpse in her big, widely set eyes a beautiful soul. James went intp the shop with a 'valiant Tie on his Tips. "D'you mind step: 'ng outside for a moment?" he sald to the assistant. "I'm interested in a photo in your win- dow, Seems to me 't's one of a friend of ming I haven't seen for years. Queer the way things happen. But if this is Miss--Miss Mary Brown, then I'll thank you for a reintroduction, She and I used to be great pals, before I went to Australia." "Sorry, sir," said the assistant, "but that isn't the name," "Well, it's odd! I could have sworn she was Miss Brown. Miss Brown must have a double--th "s all. I can't make it out. I'd like to, though. What's thig lady's name and address? You don't mind giving me that infor- mation?" The assistant seemed dubious. "It might be different, sir," he said, "It you were a client of ours, But--" 'I'm going to be a client of yours right away," James replied. Before leaving the studio he had 'learned that the lady ~t his day-dream 'was a "Miss Doreen Sayers, who lived at 17, Harway Terrace, West Kensing- ton, Her photograph had been taken only some three weeks previously. "And your name and address, sir?" the assistant asked. "Bh?" said James. "Oh, I sea! James Newell, Savoy Hotel. I expect to be there for a few weeks yet, but so I'd bet- ter-pay you now." Halt an hour later he was in Har- way Terrace, and asking himself what the deuce he was to do when he reached No. 17. It was one thing to have found her Home, but quite an- other to arrange for an introduction. But when he saw a neat notice which announced "Board-Residence," his problem was solved. As a maid was showing him fato a lounge off the small hall he saw Doreen Sayers. She did not see him. One of her small hands held a suit case, the other was extended to an elderly woman whom James guessed to be the landlady. 'I'm terribly sorry to be leaving, Mrs. Oliver," she was saying, "but I think you know how things are. Mr. 'Ward has been with you for years and years, and I wouldn't dream of asking you to get rid of him for my sake. But' with him here the situation has be- come impossible--for me, I mean, I'll ell you. what I'll do. I'll send all my oking-for-a-home friends to you. You have heen most awfully kind and un- derstanding." "That's all right, Miss Sayers," an- other and less musical voice: angwer- ed. "I wish you weren't leaving, but /it can't be helped. Mr, Ward has been @ pest to you, I know, but I daren't of- fend him, he's: that touchy. Maybe you'll come and see me now and then? It isn't as though you were go- ing far away. Just around the corner, . 80 to speak. No. 3, Rigg Crescent. I've made a note of it, and I'll send on any letters." "And you won't tell Mr. Ward where I am? Promise?" "I promise. Well, good-bye--and I hope you'll be happy in the new board- ing-house." "Thanks ever so much," James heard Doreen say. "I wish there were 'mapre Mrs. 'Olivers in the world and "less. Mr, Wa "You're being too hard on him," the .8ald. 'The trouble is, he's mined 'to marry you and yeu 't want to marry him." e voices : faded, but a couple of oF, om his traps along. trom "dinner he met Doreen; and liked her all the more hecause she Sosned Woibe sg shy. ah "I came here only to-day," she ex- pl , when he was sharing a sun- set picture with her from the balcony 'outside the dining-room. "You did, | too, didn't you?" Hé nodded. P "Been here about thrée hours," he said, "I feel as strange. as you do. More 'strange, perhaps, for you are : used to Londom, 'and I'm from Seas. Seven weeks ago I was up in the Blue Mountains--that's New South | Wales." "Oh! Australia?" "That's it. A great country, Miss Sayers, Ever been there?" "No. I haven't travelled much. I've never been able to afford it." James laughed. - "That's funny, in a way,' "I couldn't afford not to." That was the start of their friend- ship, and a good enough start; but] one evening, when James had been at No, 3 Rigg Crescent for four days, an unforeseen incident took place. It had been his valiant plan to ask Doreen to 80 to a theatre with him, but when he searched for her in the stodgy draw- ing-room he saw her trying to push away a stout, dark-haired man. - "But, Doreen, you've got to be sens- ible," he was saying. "You need money now, and a lot of it! I have what you'd call abundance. I've told you before." # "I know you have. That's why you shouldn't tell me again, Mr. Ward. Why can't you leave me alone?" It was at that delightful moment that James took a hand in things. "I hope you'll excuse me, sir," he said to Mr. Ward, "but Miss Sayers and I are going out to dine, and the time's getting on. You're nearly ready, Miss Sayers?" 'For perhaps four seconds she hesi- tated, then she nodded. "I shan't be more than five min. jyrg no good, Jim! utes," she said, "Perhaps you'll see my friend here out? But first I must introduce you." "Sorry to have butted in like that," James remarked genially, when Dor- een 'had foft the room. "You know 'what girls are, though--never on time except when they're going out to buy clothes or hats. Miss Sayers hasn't mentioned you to me. Are you old friends?" "I have known Miss Sayers, sir, for nearly a year, 'the other answered. "And I'd like to know who the devil you are, and what you mean by--by butting in, as you phrased the thing, I don't know how much you over- heard, Mr, Nawell, but, let me tell you, I am going to marry Miss Sayers, She is poor--a singer with very few engagements of late, and a lot of debts. I can make everything easy for Her. Kindly remember that in future if you really are a friend of hers," "I shan't forget," James promised. When he had seen the atill fuming Mr. Ward to the front door he went back to the drawing-room. Doreen was waiting for him. "But where's your hat--and your cloak?" he asked. "We're not going in evening. rig, y'know, so----" "Please, Mr, Newell," she brokd in, "you didn't meaa that about dining- out. You overheard a--an awkward conversation, and gave me a way out. I left my last boarding-house because of him. I thought I'd lost him for good, but he found a letter that had been re-addressed to me, my he came along." "Thanks for telling me, i' James re- sponded. "I'm sorry for Mr. Ward, but I can't see you as Mrs, Ward. And now--dinner!. Not heré! I told him you and I were going out to dine, and you wouldn't make a liar of me, would you?" In the ~ persuaded her. Some hb .ater they returned to No. 3 Rig cent in a taxl. Doreen had told L a good deal about her- self, and her remarks had borne out Ward's statements. roo er a om Ta a 'her; do with a man like that, Mr, Newell?" | "You can give hima fond and final good-bye," James her. I've been chasing it all my life, and I know it's a good thing to have. But though you can buy most things with it, you can't buy happiness. That's a sure thing." "I suppose you're right," she said. "I know I'm right! Darn it all, have 1 lived for thirty-one years without {finding out about a thing like that!" Immediately after that reason went down before emotion. He put an arm about her swiftly and strongly; kissed told her he loved her; begged her to be his wife, "Pm going back to Australia in a fortnight," he ended. "I want you to come with me. You can sing there if you feel like singing. And ¥ we do travel 'tourist' why--" "You're mad!" she to!d him. "So am I! Every body is mad! Oh, I---- I'll--FIl have to think things over. There @re my debts--or, rather, my father's debts. But he is dead--and he was a darling. Don't say anything more to me to- night. I beg you!" "Just one question, You care for me a bit?" "Far more than a bit. But I ex- pect I'll end by marrying Charles Ward." "Not you!" said James. * . . Three days later Doreen came to James and said: "HEverything's all right. Some an- onymous person has sent me a bank draft for $2,600. Do you think it was 'Mr. Ward?" "It might have been," he said. She smiled at him, "I know it wasn't" she answered. Listen! I went to get some more copies of my photo this morning and found one of yours beside mine! Then | there were explanations--and I learn- | "He's 'been worrying me,' she con- fessed, "because he knows I haven't had many dates, and that I'm in rather my fault. I proposed on a declin- a muddle about money. What éan you ed how a Mr, James Newell, of the Savoy Hotel, had got my address. Did you send the $2,600?" "I did," he admitted. "Are you rich?" "So-80." Doreen gripped his arm. "I'm glad I told you--about caring for you--~when I thousiat you were poor." "That was the idea," sid James. After that he sald nothing at all for several minutes --"Answers." Sister--"So, she reused you?" Young Broker--'"Yes, but it was ing market." "Maney? maids pose with their champion mountain rize at the Royal Walsh Show, Llanelly. What's Funny in This? Familiarity takes the edge humor. Say a name over a dozen times, and the first laugh at its oddity dies in your throat. Bruno Lessing in the New York American sets Hast and West talk. oft "Paris--As you wander from spot to spot where Americans congre- gate," you hear many funny things. Here's one from the ritz Bar. A young Chicago boy was sitting be- side a yellowish lad who must have been a native of one of France's Asiatic colonies, but who spoke per- fect English, "Chicago--'Say, that's a peach of a pagoda you got out in the Exposi. tion. The catalog says it's "Khmer" architecture. What's "Khmer"? "Yellow--'0Old stuff. One of the old king's boys.' "Chicago--'It's such a funny name. The idea of anybody being named Khmer. "Yellow--'Oh, I don't know. What's funny about it? You've got a chap running your American exhibit who calls himself Bascom Slemp.' "Chicago -- 'What's funny that? "Yellow--'What's his real name?" "Chicago--'Bascom Slemp.' "Yellow--'Ha! Ha! Ha!'" resi A Cure For Unemployment Montreal Presse (Ind.): (Los Ange- les is providing facilities for its un- employed to settle on little farms in the vicinity, where they can go in for poultry and rabbit raising, bee-farm- ing, and truck gardening, etc.) Hun- dreds of proprietors of little farms find this mode of existence a precious factor in their economic security. Manufacturers also understand the importance of thig plan and many of them are now ready to give it their financial assistance. They calculate that this is one of the best forms of old age pensions or unemployment in- surance that they can support in the futerests of their workers. A plan of this kind, they believe, will solve the problem for every worker who is no longer fitted for employment in a city, as his little plot of ground, properly tilled, will keep him physically and mentally fit, and enable him to earn his living fora further period of years. The Back-to-the-Land people should take inspiration from the Los Angeles scheme. --------p 2 re Ten-Pound Mushroom Found Near Arthur Arthur--What is probably the lar- gest fungus growth ever seem in about » ment of Agriculture. Arthur is now on display in the win- dow of the local office of the Depart- It is a huge puff ball 'and was brought to town by Hilliard McConnell of West Luth- er. It somewhat resembles in shape a flat pumpkin. Its circumference is 54 inches and its weight 10 pounds. Small puff balls, when nicely fried, are reputed to be quite a delicacy { but no one has yet offered to try a slice of this specimen. . | to take the brilliant, vagrant design Wallpaper manutasty ) cent mn ex ken from' the fittoenth ontury to the present The display showed papers. mi 'ln this year of grace which often revive, and very pleasantly, too, the wall paper manners of bygone generations. Few crafts had a more simple, yet a more quaint and amusing, evolution than that of wall. -paper design and manufacture. Wall papers were originated by the "Dominotiers," French artists who decorated papers to make linings for boxes and like uses, Havard's Dic- tionnaire de I'Ameublement describes the making of domino or marbleized papers. In Italy, in the fifteenth cen- tury, boxes that had marbleized lin. ings were eagerly sought, and the French borrowed the idea of using de- corated papers and put them in books for end papers. No wood blocks or printing presses were required to make these fancy papers; the crafts. men took oaken tubs, filled them with "fresh river water" in which gum tragacanth had been dissolved, added a skim of vegetable dyes to the sur- face of the water, swirled it about gingerly with combs made especially for the purpose, and then drew sheets of paper across the top of the water of whorls and fine lines. In 1586, the first and original Dom- inotiers combined with some wood engravers to form a gui.1 which was known as the "Dominotiers, Tapis- aiers and Imagiers." The tapissiers set to work printing on paper designs of beautiful brocades and prints, and let it .be known that they were de- vised for the "upholstery of walls." Mostly the designs were lines, stripes, checks and lozenges. They were laid in sheets, 16% by 121 inches, and re- presented the avenue of escape for people of small means into the illu- sion that their walls were as the walls of nobles, hung with silks and satins in beautiful designs. In 1700, in Paris, there was a wall paper in the Musee des Arts Decora- tits which bore the marginal note, "Dufourcoy, Marchand, Cartiér et Papier, rue Jacob, Faubourg St, Ger-' main," and its design was a complex, springlike one of birds and flowers. Several small sheets were pasted to- gether, since the makers had not yet learnéd the practicability of printing them on presses, to make a continuous or repeated pattern. Soon thereafter, however, printing presses were used to print wall papers, and homes in France and Italy were profusely decorated with weird dreams of blue and pink and yellow and green and purple, roses big as cabbages, and birds and small fauna the like of which people had never ex- pected to see trailing over their walls, American wall-paper manufacturers have lately conducted a diligent and costly campaign to restore wall paper to its prestige as an integral part of home decoration. Many contempor- ary wall papers are what are known as "suntests' 'and "waterproofs." Gov- ernment standards of quality in wall paper are very severe, and any ac- cepted paper must stand rigid tests of the effect on it of sunshine, Nearly everyone can remember the wall paper in some particular room frequented in childhood. And among some of the contemporary designs now brought out by manufacturers are versions of those designs, in- spired by the idea that, be a country and its people ever 80 progressive, the things one knew in what are sen- timentally called "the old days" have always the power to charm and in- spire. -- J. M., in "The Christian Science Monitor." lee em . Graf Zeppelin Circles Over British Isles London--Soaring above the rain clouds, the Graf Zeppelin's first party of British tourists on August 19th saw the sun rise over the Mull of Galloway with the hills of low- land Scotland dimly defined in the distance. After making the first peace-time landing of a German Zeppelin on English soil, the great silver dirigi- ble circled southern England, racing through the sky with lights shining from its gondola. The airship head- ed for Ireland by way of the Bristol Channel and after passing over. Dub- lin steered for Ulster and Scotland : i : nguake of the thd tho million nhabitaats 'of the world! Some ten years ago Mr. 0. the necessity, especially since mod | mothods of transportation and munication are bringing men of differ- enn nations and races more closely in touch with each other than ever be- fore in the history of humanity. Mr. Ogden analyzed the problp m and discovered that English is the tural language of Great Britain, Nofth America, and Australia; that it is the government language in India; and the trading language in China and Japan. of the world's present populatiof-- have some knowledge of English, and the number is increasing, according to an estimate presented in thé Man. chester Guardian, As the outcome of his ten years' 'system he names world language of 860 words. The Guardian correspondent who tells of this system claims that his own article itself is written in "Basic English." He explains what C. K. Ogden has tried to do: "He has given much time to. the discovery of the smallest number of words with which every-day talk and discussion. is possible. "He gives an account of the lines on -which the rules of the language may be made more simple and verbs be- come unnecessary, His work makes it clear that with these changes it ig possible to get a form of English which may be used for all normal purposes, though it is not designed for producing the finer word effects. "In his outline of the rules he says that, outside these effects, language is"used in only three ways. "We make statements about things, about the operations we do with them and about the directions in which these operations take place. "It may readily be seen that a 'verb' is chiefly. an invention of language for covering with one sign an operation and a thing or a direction, Sométimey an operation word, a direction word, and a name are covered in this wdy, as in "disembark' (get, off, ship). "The simple operations of physics-- the changes of position or motions caused by pushes and pulli--when ef- fected by the body taken as a unit, may be coyered in English by ning of the twelve opcration words 'ig the Basic Word List, "So long as the experts put dust in our gyes by taking the 'verb' as a sep- arate sort of word, it was not possible to make the necessary word list short enough for it to be of interest to the maker of international languages. , "And even now this is not possible in any language other than English, "This form of Eoglish is the key language for every one, because the common tendency in Chinese and Eng- lish (more specially in the latest American developments) to get the moré complex word-forms broken down into their simple parts is slowly bridging the division between Bast and West." . mm --p. Bicycling Made Easy A very small and light but power- ful motor for bicycles, mounted on the luggage carrier ower the back wheel mudguard, is revolutionizing the extensive bicycle traffic in Amster- dam, writes a correspondent of The Christian Science Monitor. As one in every three citizens (infants included) owns a bicycle, and as strong winds are a nuisance to many cyclists, the small auxiliary motor is being heartily welcomed. In former years, many auxiliary motors were put on the mar- ket, only to disappear, as they were too heavy. The new bicycle motor, however, weighs very little, and it re- quires therefore, practically no extra effort on the part of 'the cyclist when the motor is not working. A Dutch factory is now selling bicycles, fitted with auxiliary motors, for less than $5. And the cost of runing it is near: ly" nil. This new device emables the riders, to enjoy the sport ot cycling without having to pedal against a strong contrary wind. with the breaking of 'dawn. _--By p---- -- C. M. PAYNE No less than 500,000,000--or a quarter, task, Mr. Ogden, we read, devised a Basic English--ay of that letter | catiea "ofie of "the' "desperately "ty- ing moments: of my. o-~iion: ally ; lrings. fine breeding : a. letter was pecul orded, It permitted a double meaning. The writer phrased ft: ad wish "to bring my sons to dee they ay § see' what grant A act fr » Booth knew what Mrs. Irving meant hut could not resist a chuckle over that unconscious double en- tendre. "He laid: the note on his dressing-table, but was puzzled over it. Why should he be asked for a box by Mrs. Irving to her fusband's theatre? While he was making :\p, 'who should come in but Irving hime self! He walked at once to the dressing-table and his ayes lighted on the letter, © "Ah; Mrs. Irving's!" he, exclaimed pleasantly, y . * - . Poor Booth would not have his most considerate associate read' that seeming slur on his acting--aiid yet --there was nothing between the husband's mortification and hig 'own : discomfiture hut his host's breeding (says Katherine Goodale in "Behind the Sceues With Edwin Booth"), Booth trusted to this hreeding. "I picked up the letter and gave it to Irving," said Booth telling the story to Mrs. Goodale, a former m2m- ber of his company. "It was an uncomfortable moment for me--hut it passed harmlessly," foc Irving re- fused to fead his wile's letter. "'Oh, no,' he said lightly as if he were already forgetting its exiatemce ~'oh, no!' * * . Mention of Sir Henry Irving's two sons--H. B. and Laurence--recal Un that both became actors (and good actors foo) much against their fath- orig wish. H. B. Irving was trained for the Bar and when he gave it up for 'the stage his father cut off his allowance, It is related by H, A. Vachell (in "Fellow Travellers") how on one occasion, King Edward, then 'Prince of Wales, asked H, B. in the presence of his father: "What are you going to be?" Before H. B. could answer, Henry said quickly: "Poor boy! wants to he an actor!" . . - Later _on, when H. B. was playing in Barrie's play, "The Admirable Crichton," he persuaded his father to come and see Lim act. Irene Van- brugh, delightful actress was also in the cast. H. B'S . eyes always twinkled, says Mr. Vachell, when he recalled his father's remarks at the close of the performance "A light fantastic * comedy, oh? sidld Sir 'Henry, "Iréne very good, eh? But you, Harry... ? Do you like acting, my boy?" ' - Sir Heo -* * There is to be another, bio- graphy of Sir William Osler, not- ed physician, of "too 'old at forty" fame. The author, Mrs. Edith Gitt- ings Reid, was an intimite friend of Sir William's and 'oné of her anec- dotes is about his casual marriage. He had lunch "with his bride, and after lunch a hansom cab was call- ed and the future Lady Osler told her Negro maid that she was going with Dr. Osler to be married." The girl was shocked by sich 'mformal- ity and exclaimed. "My Goodness, hansom! hack!" ma'am! Only a Let me go and fetch a «ro A favorite Osler story harks back to his pending appointment to the Chair of Clinical' Medicine: at the University of Pennsylvania of which Dr. Weir Mitchell, the novelist, was a leading light. Osler had heard that Mitchell said that there was only one way to 'détermine the breed- ing of a 'man who aspired to fill the vacant 'Chair. and that was to offer him cherry:piaiand see how he dis- posed of tha stones, "I had read of the trick hetore," chuckled Osler, "so 1 disposed of them genteely in my SPoonseEid got the Chair." *. -. . A When the former Kaiser of Ger- many and his Empress visited Tur- key in the fall of 1898, it was only with difficulty that the Empress could be induced to visit Sultan Ab- dul Hamid's harem because she thor- oughly objected to Turkish polygamy, records' Prince von Bulow in his memoirs. At last she complied at, the command of her husband who insisted; ~ Afterwards Bulow asked \ "her what it really looked like in | the harem. She said: "Ach Gott! A crowd of very fat women in Parls clothes which did not sult them, eating preserves and chocolates and * looking * frightfully bored." y f bl edi Mesico Has 137 Pilots