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TE AOR ry 'Fresh from the gardens' BY REX OF THE GODS 2 BEACH 4 more ambitious than that." - SYNOPSIS Sam Lee, who looks "white" but is supposed to be Chinese, is a student ut Eastern. Alice Hart, an art student, secs possibilities in Sam's wealth and calls him up, Th:ir friendship deepens and at the close of the term Alice goes to New York as Sam's guest where he showers her with gifts. Then he takes her to Chinatown to see his "father." CHAPTER VII.--(Cont'd.) When Alice had exhausted her ex- elamations ghe was led back indoors and Lee Ying said: "Our poor pos- sessions are commonplace in our eyes but you have the discerning eyes. of an artist. If you see anything of beauty, if anything here interests you it would give me pleasure to tell you its history and the story of its mak- "Everything interests me." "_and some of those stories run back into the mists of antiquity." The girl nodded. "I'm sure they do. Y've never seen many nice things, Mr, Lee. But I love everything beautiful and old and rare." "Very well. We will become more quickly acquainted by exploring each other's tastes and distastes, But you must not permit a garrulous old man to tire you with his hobbies and hia enthusiasms. Sam will warn me if I trespass upon your patience and when you weary we will entertain you other- wise. Young people are always hur- gry and" we have our own "peculiar foods and delicacies which may ove pleasing to you." Alice had never imagined any Chinaman could possess such learning, such culture, such perfect poise as his; sever lad she received such gracious eourtesy and gratifying deference as was accorded her during the next hour, Her slightest word was listened to, her every wish anticipated, her aged host betrayed a warmth of friendliness that was delightful, Tis home wag an Ali Baba's treasure cave and Alice found herself wondering how rich he was. He must have mil- lions, for she saw rugs and paintings, ivory and jade, jewels and porcelains, fit for a king's collection. "And so you are studying to beco:ne a famous artist," Lee Ying smiled cordially upon her and nodded his head, Alice had explored the house the extent and the appointments of which astonished her, she had par- taken of strange foods, she had druuk tea that was more fragrant than erafige blossoms, now she was sitting with father and son. "1 don't hope ever to be famous," she disclaimed, modestly. "To be suc- eessful in a small way and to make myself self-supporting is as much as 1 can expect." "How, do we know? It is fitting that beauty like yours should create more beatity. It is a divine endeavor." "I don't mean to say I'm not ambi- tious, but--"Alice shrugged hopeless- Iy. Sam, who had done little talking thus far, explained deferentially that Alice's parents discouraged her fur-| ther studies. The elder man looked his distress. #] grieve with you, for it is a noble ealling. And yet 1 cannot urge you to ignore their wishes. If they were willing for you to continue I would esteem it a privilege to be of assist ance." Sam's face lighted. he turned proud, triumphant eyes upon the guest. Alice flushed and stammered. "Oh, they'd be--delighted. They don't mind anything except the cost. We're dread- fully poor, you know. Father works Bard enough but he's so--incompetent, po impractical. And of course I-- Well, it's too marvelous to be true, Mr, Lee, and I don't know how to you. , . . I'm terribly econom- Fiat and expenses at Eastern Both she and Sam were surprised at Yee Ying's next words. "I understood that your dream envisioned something "You in--Paris?" faltered - the girl, unable to credit the old man's | Sam's expression had altered, a look of dismay flickered over his face. What children they were, mused the old man. And how transparent. It had act taken his long to weigh the girl, to read her character znd to appraise her "worth, now he felt only contempt for her. For Sam he experienced a sincere compassion inasmuch as he knew the boy and had watched him carefully these several days. Sam was blinded, dazzled: motes were in his eyes. Where was his perception? Where was his pride? A tigerish re- sentment stirred in Lee Ying's breast His boy, a Son of the Gods, to fall a victim to this vain self-seeking crea. ture! She was common in fibre, she man that she was the sott who would readily barter her body and her talents for the gratification of her ambitiont, An artist, indeed! Ambition! Lee Ying could have strangled her. Suavely he promised Alice that she could sail for Paris on the next ship if she chose. His attorneys would ar- range her transportation and see to her passport, a sum suficient to meet her requirements would be deposited with his Paris bankers and against it she could draw as and when she chose. Henceforth she was her own mistress, her future was her own. Gracefully he warced off her hysterical effusions of gratitude. When finally she left, she was al- most servile in her thanks, and yet a new confidence, a new determinaticn was in her. Lee Ying suspected that she credited her physical charms, her magnetic beauty with enchanting aim. When he had finished his final obei- sance and the elevator door had closed. he expelled a noisy breath of disgust, he spread his fingers and shook them delicately as if to rid himself of some contaminating tou.a. What beastly creatures were these low, conniving white women. If Sam could only understand. But he had absorbed a Western reverence for the sex. Poor boy, they would cause him tothing but suffering! Here was a situation that could have been hand'ed simply, expeditiously, economically, in any country less "civilized" but more truly cultured than America. Why was it these Occidentals saved their useless women and drowned their kit- ens? It was a mistaken sentiment. CHAPTER VIII | Alice chattered ceaselessly on the way up.own, failing utterly to notice Sam Lee's silence. Over and over, in a hundred ways she voiced her exulta- tion, blessed Lee Ying as a benevolent saint and his son as her good angel. Such rapture. such animation as her would have transfigured the plainest girl, it worked a miracle with her. "My father's wisdom ig as great as his benevolence," the young man gaid finally. "I bow to his judgment in all things. But he can be cruel and implacable. Tonight he pierced me with a spear." "Why, Sam! You said you wanted him to help me!" Alice observed for the first time the fixed, white look upon her companion's face, and she changed her tone. (It's going to be hard to say good-bye--we've had such good times together. You're a darling, Sam, and I'll miss you terribly." "Alice!" It was the first time he had ever addressed her as anything but "Miss Hart," and ghe was startled. her attention as he went on, "You must realize how much I care for you." Good Lord! It was coming. He was going to spoil everything: thought the girl. "You'll be sailing at once. Will you marry me before you go?" Alice recoiled, his sleeve. Marry--! She had uever dreamed he'l ask her that, The other was bad enough, Marry a--China- man! The fellow was insane. The moment that followed was an was crude, and instinct told the elder |' An odd flatness in his voice challeng- b She uttered an ex-| clamation and jerked her hand from| thinikng dizzily, 'what luck for this to happen! Tonight 'of 'all times." Just when everything was arranged. This would wreck her plans. Oh, it was cruel! But she mustn't let him, she wouldn't let hii: ' spoil it all. "Don't let's talk 'about iv' row," she said, trying to smile in-| gratiatingly. Her lips felt stiff and she feared her smile was a painful! grimace. ~ "Not tonight, anyhow! Sometimes, perhaps--" "Let's settle it now." The girl swallowed hard, fright seiz- ed and shook Her. "You're the dear- est thing in the world and I owe you everything. I'm--crazy about you, honestly! 1 guess I've proved tha'-- going out with you at all hours and-- and meeting you in your apartment aud everything, my career, now can 17" thoughts." "It isn't fair to--ask me. You know how I feel, how much I like you. with- out my telling you." "I'm beginning to understand, for the first time." "Now, Sam!" The speaker pouted, her tone reproached him. "We've gone along in such perfect understanding. Let's go on being just--" 4 "You've indicated in a good many ways that I could go further than I've presumed to 20." / +"You've no right to say that," Alice cried. "I think you're beastly." There was a silence through which Sam drove with eyes fixed: upon his face was the intent blankness that hides emotion. Finally he nodded and said: "] understand. In my person I'm not altogether unpleasing, not very different from other fellows, As a lover, therefore, I'd be acceptable, if nobody knew. But marriage to a Chi- nese: that's ancther matter!" "Now you're insulting!" (To be continued.) lpn What New York Is Wearing BY ANNEBELLE WORTHINGTON Illustrated Dressmaking Lesson Fur- nished With Every Pattern sickly, But I can't give up, L "That's the farthest thing from my Corporal Geo. A. Herring of Ottawa, who at 18-years of age | has qualified for thes Canadian Risley team. He is in the G.G. B.G.'s. le Beauty Standard Vastly Changed Women's Rapidly Changing Types, Worry English « Writer as to Future Developments "Her subtle nose is knotty"--'she is as decorative as an Assyrian ram" ~--'her cheeks are acid-pink peonies"-- "her fingers are chicken bones"--'she is the possessor of a ravishingly rab- bity nose"'--'her eyes are huge eggs Thus Mr. Cecil Beaton, in his new Book of Beauty, comments Beverley Nichols in the Continental Edition of the London Daily Mail. He is writing about a great many enchanting ladies, whom we all know, if not in person, through their pictures in the illus- trated papers. If he bad written in the days of the duel, he would already be lying in some dark corner of Hyde Park slash- ed from tip to toe. And in these more recent times when people stood on chairs in Hyde Park to crane their necks_at the full-bosomed beauties of the 90's, he would have been distinct "| into the wind, took oft. The motor {roar and dro ly unpopular in his club. Hands were lilies then, and eyes lakes, and cheeks roses. Even when, Swinburne began to paint vermilion Slenderness plays an important part in smartness: which is easily a quality in today's dress. And incidentally the crossover bodice ig very modish with its rever in broad one-sidedness of the mode. And still more slimming perhaps is the diagonal hip seaming. Lovely mew prints in silk crepe, ghantung, and thin woolens make stunning schemes; with trim of plain gelf-fabric in harmonizing tone. Style No. 8150 may be had in sizes 86, 88, 40, 42, 44, 46 and 48 inches ust. It is ideally suited for town or country wear. Size 86 requires 4 yards 86-inch with % yard 86-inch-contrasting. HOW TO ORDER PATTERNS. Write your name and address plain- 1y, giving number and size of such patterns as you want, Enclose 20¢ in mps or coin (coin preferred; wrap it carefully) for each number. and address your order to Wilson Pattern ie imei Submission 0 Lord my God, do "Thy holy wil ; bE; 1 consequences In a panic she 1 gasped: i 'Ob, not that! I couldn't. You shud. Which 1 will He still; ' And break the charm " i be : o « A soee- ss aii but = eiatine i I will not stir, "lest 1'forsake Thine 0 on the lips of imaginary ladies, people felt that his tastes were a little odd. What of the Future? Now all is changed: For better or i for worse, 1 dare not say, beauty be-| ing so unaccountable and modish a creature. But 1 am a little disturbed about the future. If Assyrian rams why not Jersey cows? If acid-pink peonies why not blood-red beetroots? And if chicken bones why not ham bones, or, for the matter of that, calves' feet? Beauty specialists, too, will be forced to follow the prevailing mode. Already a great many of the adver- tisements for beauty culture depict as lures, illustrations of women Who would have been regarded by our fath- ers with unaffected Aversion--women with noses like razors, and tiny tri- angular mouths, and wispy, rat-tail eyebrows. In a few years' time the eyebrows will have disappeared alto- gether, or be tattooed on the top of the forehead, and, for all I know, the nose may be removed, too. Meanwhile,: it is highly probable that the mouth will have developed in- to a rare, complex, strangely tinted blossom, Even to-day mouths are more and more camouflaged. It is extreme- ly vieux jeu to parade an ordinary Cupid's bow. One must slash a single line, in raspberry or magneta, or even a sort of purple. : The wax dummy alfno is a suffici- ently striking example of the way in which our tastes have changed. Wax dummies once formed the most virtu- ous class in the community. Now they are terribly depraved, with their heavy lids, tipeir thin, twisted bodies, and their slinking poses. They used to have schoolgirl complexions. Now they are weird and wan. Like many modern women, in fact. Acquired Taste, After All ; Beauty, after all, is an acquired taste. Sometimes I wonder, in gloomy moods, if it would be better never to acquire it. In any case, the sense of beauty is strange, passing comprehen- sion, Why should ws say, "This patch- work must be thus and thus--it must not deviate-a particle from the accept- ed rule--we must not attempt to bet- ter it--for this is beauty--and all else 1s false?" : SE . Yet still, deep in my heart of I 1 feel that my sould will never aw: at the sight of a rabbity nose, and that if 1 write sonnets to 'my lady's eyes i 40. from "rich tore- E Service, 78 West Adelaide St, Toronto. poe of ad pu -- metaphor paig Fe : thunegis; Rar Lon the plane into the sea and heading sputtered and missed at first--~then it opened out into a deep, satisfying the plane at - ~ter- gm rific speed to x 'wards the ecene Nd | of battle, There was not a mom- ent to lose. As ve drew nearer, through NY the twilight, "we could plainly see - the flash from the guns of the Pirate Juns, 1 gave our plane every bit of gas I could and she roared down tdwatd the scene of battle at a tremendous rate. Suddenly the firing seemed to case. A lucky shot must have crip- pled the ship they were pursuing. Quarte. of a mile away and we nosed down to get a better view of what was taking place. A little sLip lay over with a heavy t to starboard, evidently leaking m a shot below the water line. A large Chinese junk was tied >ehind and a boarding party _of pirates swarmed all over the captured ves- sel. The passengers ran here and there, ooking for Shelter. "Then as we came near we could see a num- ber of figures bound to the rail-- evidently white men and ship officers. 'As we passed overhead, the pir- ates greeted us with a volley but they were not used to firing at a speeding plane and their shots went wide. ' We swept past th boats at about one hundred and ten miles an hour. The Chinese Junk was our target and how we longed for a few nice hand grenades or a machine gun! Still, we had the shot gun and plenty of buckshot shells. We After some difficulty we lowered] such | y e : i lored be 4 : : ave ired consider- bow of the Junk stood.a' group of| apie value, eh you woul "explain pirates -- petrified. - Then, . Bang! |; an's rays give gluss a rich' Bang! yoared. the heavy shot gun, heliotrape eclor." MR and the pirates raced for cover, but} rhe change of color, according to SOT eme] Io Stumble and 189 [py Edison Petit of Mount Wilson A few stray shots screeched by, b + ng ry, who hus for 3 35 been fired by the more couragccus of the curs in t "make-up of the mangan- pirates who dared show themselves} ,., gioyide molecules, which ate inter- shove Sesh, Meanwhile, We mixed with the glass. Manufacturers er os . up -- ey Acai uy nax manganese oxice--a black dust-- YL a rakad the decks with|With the: molten glass to whiten it swooped. and. 3, Without the manganese, glass would buckshot but this time the pirates | Co To 0 "An extra amount of gh he meone . he Ee are Whsrani manganess gives it a pinkish color. rushed back and crowded .on 'tan | Desert light in the ultra-violet re- sail. Now was our chance. * gion, said Dr. Petit, affects the man- Circling around 'to gain altitude, | Banese dioxide molecules, possibly by we suddenly dived straight for the removing one or more of the oxygen atoms trom the combination, thew the Pirghe el changed molecute refracts or reflects away light differently, producing the ultra. old pink or helivtrope color. It is a slow process, because the color deepens 0S Dcimsmar gradually for abiut eleven years, all he could Mhereafter, the color stays fixed, vn- do, at best, to leas changed by rest hold the ship Dr. Pétit lighted an orygen lamp and held a piece of beautifully colored glass over the flame, Within tworor three minutes, the heat restored 'the desextcolured glass to its original color--by rearranging the atoms in the molecules as they were before the inflnence of the desert sun. Glass, we are told, absorbs tltra- violet light. This feing true, how does it happen that the under side of a bottle becomes colored? Most botties are found uniformly colored, the under side equally with the upper gide. Dr. Petit's explanation is that ultra-violet rays of a particular 'wave length do the coloring and are not in her course, for a brisk wind had suddenly sprung up and she leaned heavily to one- side. Then, looking uy, he caught sight of us hovering above him like a great bird of prey, just as a charge of buckshot rattled around him or. the decks, With a yell, he let 'go the wheel and fled and tho next mom- ent a strong gust of wind keeled 'he junk over on her side. (To be continued.) Note: Any of our young readers writing to "Captain Jimmy", 2010 Star Building, Toronto, will receive could make it hot for those »irates. absorbed. he free. . q his sizned photo free Passing through the upper wall of a bottle, lying half buried in rand, The health-giving, delicious d ups. + - Bordere's Chocolate Matted Milk | Pound and Half Pound tins at your grocers. taese penetrating rays act on the manganese-oxygen molecales in the buried wall, as if the whole bottle [were exposed to the direct rays. It is _not true, he said, that only foreign glass "blushes" deep hlue in the des- ert; all glass responds--more or less ccnspicuously, deperding upon the rink for children and grown- amount of manganese in the glass. "Where is Happiness" The last article written by the Jate Dame Nellie Melba appears in the Australian Woman's. World. It contains Jelba's views on happi- ness. She wrote: -- "Where is happiness?' It-is to be found in the world all about 'us, 'in the stillness of a summer night, in the pride of a good thing done, In the flush of a summer "dawn, the following of an ideal, the strong grip of a friend, the perfect heart of a rose, or the wild sweetness of a song. It is always very near. | "You may come upon it at the very next turn of the road. fea "The secret of finding it?-1 can- not tell you. I know that. fame | alone does rot bring it, and 1 know that it is within the reach of all, young or old, rich or peor, celebrat- | ed or unknown. Only have courage and conviction, tenacity and kindli- | ness, a ready smile and a willing hand for one less fortunate in the race. | "Partly it is in doing your job well, with all your ability, and in re- 'fusing to despair, and doing halt way to the next turn of the road yourseli. Often it comes tripping more than half way to meet you." | Mount Revelstoke Park Mount Revelstoke National Park, British Columbia, situated .above the clouds, is probably the highest park in the world. It covers an area of 100 square miles on the wide plateau which foyms the summit of 'Mount Revelstoke. A new motor road to the top provides one of the most thrilling drives in ths mountains. Known ag the "Royal Drive" it has been included in the itinerary of every Royal party to téur Canada since the inception of the road. As. cending through heavy forest growth most spectacular. the view provided from the top is] --George-- | ain't 'George Washington!" Eagerness Tho weary 1 am eager to be gone. Too far and wide this mad and maud- lin scene, \ In every changing aspect have 1 been, Played king and captain, 'seer and clownish pawn, : Known love triumphant, suffered love The bluing effect can be produced by soaking glass in X-rays. A Los An- geles company, responding to the des mand for heliotrope glass, is now mani'acturing it--beating the desert, we are told, at its own job. ---- EL ia A Rustic Factory There are other woods lying thick forlorn; I $ | around Great Hampden that have Actos the bile and lakes uetn oven this touch of dream atmosphere, | though perhaps the chalr-makers Behind the Captor mouniaios Morn who have worked there for so long : ,. | drove the fairies away long ago. For Thilled to deluding hope of rainbow's when Sir Philip Sidney was writing his Arcadia, these same woods knew the light, rough, straw-woven teuts, cast about 'with old sacks in Arab fashion in the same manner that -- . one sees today, the sdme primitive nréthod of the lathe worked by the Loved learning and 'then learning learned to scorn, Nursed faith -and from me bad faith fiercely torn. So, weary then,' omnipotence 1 pray For some new field or glen or cosmic y foot, that turns, with astonishing shore, ease, rapidity and smoothness, 'the For some more magic and a brighter legs for the chairs of the Wycombe day, workshops, Neat piles of them stand Rest, peace, then toil and weariness by the 'tent openings, while 'the once more. forest clearing is scattered with ~Scammon Lockwood, in The New| chips and shavings and the raw York Times, a '| material of the 'prepared timber, bp omit with the pots and pans of the work ers' dinners. There is no anachronism in this rustic factory, but rather a scene that contrasts sadly ~ with the great temples reared to the god of ma- ¢hinery, full of roar and speed and subordinate human 'automatoy; for out here is but the wind and the Fourions woodpecker. . . There is & little bool in circulation upon the subject of this charming retrogres- sion, giving the details of a craft whi is most fitting in Hanipden w , but tragically, absurdly inap- plicable to the world at large.--From other. "Green Fields of England," by Clare The :vilagers 'stared "at him: in | CoMeron. ':.° ii suspicion, : " "Don't any of you remember me? | Amateur Sky Gazers' : he pleaded. "My name is George| Spot 10,000 Meteors » ~ - ? y a, -- Dr. Charles P, u i _ Doubts The grey-bearded tourist sat in the inn parlour talking to the vil- lagers. He told them of 'the won- ders he had seen in his travels, of his adventures, and of 'the fortune he had made. "And, to crown it all," 'he added, "I'am a native of this place. I eft the village when 1 was a lad, but I still remember a lot of your faces. You are Willie Slocum," he sald to one bald old chap; "and your name is Mudde," he said, pointing to an- 'Phi 'Olivier, president of the Meteor Society, aid reports raceived 'from velunteer observers Have 'pro- [vided the "scciety with valuable iu- "Well, judghig from 'what you've been telling us," it said, "you're 'Perseid :