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« the barn. oy ' WR Everything to Beautify Your | BLOOR sT., Stock in Can and we Best Selection . D. SPENCE Cor of ST. GEORGE ST., TORONTO Home--Sale Now Going on "A New House For | Old Furniture Billie looked in at a crack of the barn door and whispered, "Old furni- ture--lots of it;" I peeped behind Not far away, almost hid- den by the trees, a house was being built, and gcoming toward us was a tall, thin man, past middle lite, with the gentlest face I have ever seen. "We're interested in old houses, and they tell us you are an autbor- ity." I began, walking toward him. His face flushed. ' Anything that , Interested him flushed his face--it was a thermometer, tabulating emo. tions, "I'm too interested, I'm afraid," he responded apologetically. "My busi- ness and my hobby is the same--old furniture and old houses. I love 'em both. I live not so long ago In an old house back over in the coun- try. 'It had a beautiful old doorway and a long sloping roof and fine pro- portions. I had tried to buy it for a long, long time, but they asked me twice what it was worth. . . So now, you see, as I couldn't get what I wanted, I'm building a new house for my old furniture. Every Space in it has been planned to fit each plece. Come over and I'll show it to you--My wife, ladies." His wife had been sitting on an empty barrel watching him plaster, and -his gentleness was matched by ber sprightliness. With the uncon. scious gaiety of a child she escorted us down io the cellar where a colo- nial kitchen aad been built and fur. nished, almost before any of the rest had been planned. "1 wanted to be near him when he *worked so I had him finish this part first," she explained. "We have.!unch here. . And don't you like it? And see, there is a bedroom down here, too--and--don't you like 1t? All this was my idea--don't you like it?" breathlessly she talked. Yes, we liked it all, and loved them both. No house that I had ever known had been built solely for the furniture. Every piece, from the old clock' to the Hepple white sideboard, from the four poster bed to the Chippendale tables and chairs, had been carefully meas- ured, and they both were living for the day when each treasured plece could be moved into its last new home.--From "Touring New Eng- land," by Clara Walker Whiteside. mee CLIMBERS At last I heard a voice upon the-slope Cry to the summit, "Is there any hope?" To which an answer pealed to that high land, But in a tongue no man could under- stand, And on the glimmering summit, far withdrawn, God made Himself an awful rose of dawn. ~--Tennyson. -- ep eeeen Haavever vast may appear the world tn which we move, we all of us live in a limited circle.--Endymion. For Baby's Bath More than that of any other member of the family, baby's tender, delicate skin needs the greatest care and attention. The soft soothing oils in Baby's Own Soap make it specially suitable for babies, and its clinging fra- grance reminds one of the roses of France which help to in- spire it. "It's best for you and Baby too" Only one oil is good enough for household . equipment, says chemist Chemists, mechanics and lubrica- tion experts say only one kind of oil is good enough for your expensive mechanical devices--the best. To get best results from your sewing machine, vacuum cleaner, lawn mower, washer, electric fan, re; frigerator and other household ap- pliances, you should use an oil that not only lubricates, but also cleans and protects. 3-in-One Oil Is different from all . others, because it is a sclentfic "blend of animal, mineral and vege- table oils. It gives you the best pro- perties of each. It dissolves and 'works out dirt, protects against * rust and wear and gives the most "efficient lubrication, thus eliminat- 'ing unnecessary repairs and Te placements. ; -- | first might of that kind-- Headaches Totalling 65 Found by Specialists New Orleans.--85 headaches caused by food were described to the Ameri- can Medical Association at its annual meeting here. These queer pranks of diet were reported by Ray M. Balyeat, M.D, and Herbert J. Rinkel, M.D,, of Oklahoma City. . The dinnertime headache routes were so devious that two-thirds of the sufferers never knew the cause until recently developed methods of testing uncovered the sources. Two men had headaches from food eaten on Saturdays and Sundays only, but at no other time, They had them weekly for years. ' Sometimes bad heads came from a single eating. Other persons had to build up to the pain stage by several days diet on*the unsuspected cause. Even in the same person the food varied jts method of attack from time to time, h The physicians did not name any of the guilty foods, stating that in every case rule of thumb trials were necessary for identification. But fre- quently the discovery and change of diet alone were sufficient for relief, Anger, emotional stress, physical and mental fatigue, and disturbance of special senses, particularly the eyes, often conspired to set off the gastron- omic fireworks. Profound sleep was one of the fore- runners of a few of these headaches. Other precursors were "lumps in the throat," depression, abnormal hunger, cankers, and breath. Along with the headaches went other sensations, including dizziness, blind spots before the eyes, blindness in half the field of vision, seeing "zig-zag lights," blurred sight, squinting eyes, geeing double, drooping eyelids, noises in ears, and disturbed powers of smell. Rabbits, Hares Differ, Belief They Are One The rahbit and the hare are often considered to ba the same animal, yet this is erroneous, for they are quite different in appearance and decidedly in habits, says "The Washington Star." The hare, for instance, has long ears and legs, while the rabbit has short ears and legs. The hare is born with fur and is able to se. at once, while the rabbit is born without fur and is blind for a time. It is in the habits, however, that they differ most. The hare is a speedy runner and practically tireless, His long legs send him over the ground in tremendous leaps which usually foil all pursuers. He lives in hutches on the surface or under some form of protective covering supplied by nature. The rabbit, on the other hand, is a burrowing animal and because of its short legs it is unable to run far nor exceptionally fast. It will circle around and hole in whenever it is chased by a persistent pursuer, Australia, on which the rabbits are not native, imported them around 1890 with the hope that they would become sufficiently established to over- come the wild cactus and other plant pests. The cure was worse than the illness, however, for the rabbits are prolific hreeders and after a time it became necessary to offer a bounty for rabbit skins to stimulate the hunters to kill them off, Twenty-five million skins were turned in one year alone in New South Wales. --Laura A. Ridley, in the Crucible. Wifey--"You never did anything * clever in your life." | Hubby--"You seem to forget, my ' dear, that I married you." : ee le comme. When Violets Wake I think wv. : 2 violets wake in early Spring; That they must shiver as they glance around / Upon the snowdrifts melting on th» ground, Or feel upon their tender blooms the sting Of April winds,--that they must closer cling To leafy shelter where it may be found, 'While overhead they listen to the|" sound Of wakening life, and birds upon the wing. 7 SYNOPSIS. 3 Philo Vance, friend Markham, District Attorney, becom interested in the Greene Murder Case. Julla Greene is killed and . younger sister, is wounded. Old Tobias Greene's widow, together with five chil- dren, Julia, Chester, Sibella, Rex Ada, an adopted daughter, Greene mansion. The burglar th is repudiated by Vance, who questions Chester Green, discovering that an old .32-calibre revolver is en from Ches- ter's bedroom. Sibella, then Ada are cross-examined. Sibella accuses Ada of committing the crime. » » CHAPTER VIIL So ineredible, so unexpected, was this accustation that for a timé no one in the room spoke. A groan burst from Ada's lips, and ske clutched at the doctor's hand with a spasmodic movement of despair. "Oh, Sibella--how breathed. 2 Von Blon had 'stiffened, and an angry light came into his eyes. But before he could speak Sibella was rushing on with her illogical, astound- ing indictment. : "Oh, she's the one who did it! And she's deceiving you just as she's al- ways tried to deceive the rest of us. She hates us--she's hated us ever since father brought her into this house. She resents us--the things we have, the very blood in our veins. Heaven knows what blood's in hers. She hates us because she isn't our equal. She'd gladly see us all mur- dered. She killed Julia first, because Julia ran the house and saw to it that she did something to earn her liveli- hood. She despises us; and she plan- ned to get rid of us." The girl on the bed looked piteously from one to the other of us. There was no resentment in her eyes; she appeared stunned and unbelieving, 4s if she doubted the reality of what she had heard. . "Most interestin'," draW%led Vance. It was his ironic tone, more than the words themselves, that focussed all eyes on him. He had been witching Sibella during her tirade, and his gaze was still on her. "You seriously. accuse your sister of doing the shooting?" He spoke now in a pleasant, almost friendly, voice. "I do!" she declared brazenly. "She hates us all." "As far as that goes," smiled Vance, "I haven't noticed a supor- abundance of love and affection in any of the Greene family." His tone was without offense. "And do you base your accusation on anything specific, Miss Greene?" "Isn't it specific enough that she wants us all out of the way, that she thinks she would have everything-- ease, luxury, freedom--if there wasn't any one else to inherit the Greene money?" "Hardly specific enough to warrant a direct accusation of so heinous a character. And by the by, Miss Greene, just how would you explain the method of the crime if called as a witness in a court of law? You couldn't altogether ignore the fact that Miss Ada herself was shot in the back, don't y'know?" For the first time the sheer impos- sibility of the accusation seemed to strike Sibella. © She became sullen; and her mouth settled into a contour of angry bafflement. "As I told you once before I'm not a policewoman," she retorted. "Crime isn't my specialty." éuid you!" she Marvelous the length of aviation's pro columns Were tse dto de The brevity of a recent dispatch from South America, telling of an air | ¥ ship's grrival from Germany, indicates progress since of John F, x. crept es | oo "But. perhaps er | your al you © an live in the old. TST III "Nor logic either eo imply that Miss Ada shot your sister| d | Julia, and that some one else--party 1 ,. I believe the} ~ or parties unknown, ] ) phrase is--shot Miss Ada immediately afterward--in a spirit of vengeance,| perhaps? A crime a quatre mains, so} to speak?" Sibella's confusion was obvious, but her stubborn wrath had in no wise aba * 9 "Well, if that was the way it hap- " she countered 'malevolently, "it's a rotten shame they didn't do the job better." ; ow. "The blunder may at least prove un- fortunate for Sob suggested Vance pointedly. "Still, I hardly think we can 'seriously entertain the double- culprit theory. Both of your sisters, d' 'ye see, were shot with the same gun--a .32 revolver--within a few minutes of each othar. I'm afraid we'll have to be content with one guilty person." Sibella's manner suddenly became sly and calculating. 3 "What kind of a gun was yours, Chet?" she asked her brother. "Oh, it was a .32, all right--an oid Smith & Wesson revolver." Chester was painfully ill at ease, "Was it, indeed? Well, that's that." She turned hét back on us and went again to the window. The tension. in the room slackened, and Von Blon leaned solicitously over the wour.ded girl and rearranged the pillows. "Every one's upset, Ada," he said soothingly. "You musn't worry about what's happened. Sibella'll be sorry tomorrow and make amends. This af- fair has got on everybody's nerves." The girl gave him a grateful glance, and seemed to relax under his minis- trations. After a moment he strdightened np and 'looked at Markham. "I hope you gentlemen are through --for today, at least." Both Vance and Markham had risen, and Heath and I had followed suit; but at that moment Sibella strode toward 'us again. "Wait!" she commanded imperious- ly. "I've just thought of something. Chet's revolver! I know where 1t went. She took it." Again she point- ed accusingly at Ada. "I saw her in Chet's room the other day, and I won- dered then why she was snjoping about there." She gave Vance a tri- umphant leer. "That's specific, isn't it?" "What day was this, Miss Greene?" As before, his calmness seemed fo cuunteract the effect of her venom. "What day? I don't remember ex- actly, Last week some time." "The day you were looking for your emerald pin, perhap:?" Sibella hesitated; then said angrily: "I don't recall, Why should I remem- ber the exact time? All I know is that, as I was passing down the hall, I glanted into Chet's room--the 'door was half open--and I saw her in there + + « by the desk." "And was it so unusual to see Miss Ada in your brother's room?' Vance spoke without any particular interest. "She never goes into any of our rooms," declared Sibella. "Except Rex's, sometimes. Julia told her long ago to keep out of them." Ada gave her sister a look of infi- nite entreaty. "Oh, Sibella," she moaned; 'what have I ever done to make you dislike me so?" "What have you done?" The other's voice was harsh and strident, and a look almost demoniacal smouldered in her levelled eyes. "Everything! No- thing! Oh, you're clever--with your quiet, sneaky ways, and your patient, hangdog look, and your goody-goody manner. But you don't pull the wool over my eyes. You've been hating all of us ever since you came here. And you've been waiting for the chance to kill us, plarning and scheming-- you vile little--" "Sibella!" It was Von Blon's voice that, like the lash of a whip, cut in on this unreasoned tirade. "That wi be enough!" He moved forward, and glanced menacingly into the girl's eyes. I was almost as astonished at his attitude as I had been at her wild words. There was a curious intimacy in his manner--an implication of fa- miliarity which struck me as unusual even for a family physician of his Jong and friendly standing. Vance t ved it, too, for his eyebrows went| y slightly as. fio bro rows; then the sun shone again and made lovely jewels of the big drops on the twigs, where the young green was showing. . EP 'The best of an April shower, how- ever cold, is that one sees it coming from afar and has time to shelter from it. In Dolan's field that day, when the gray curtain blotted out the hill, the people who watched the plowing step- ped into the dry ditch below the thick hedge that stood between, them and the west. As always, there was a big crowd in Dolan's field to see the plowing match; for it does not seem to matter much how showery the day may be. No in- ternational motor race, with its fear- some noises and smells from the super- charged engines, could hold the same attraction for a Cloney crowd. The rac- ing cars would be driven by strangers, even by foreigners; but thé plowmen in the sloping field. were known to everyone in the district, In the big field on that uncertain April day, the four "novices" went first, At eleven o'clock sharp, they planted their guiding sticks, and made their "middles," in the part of the field that was reserved for their unimport- ant class, The big browns and the big grays started on their slow jour- | neys up and down, wondering, perhaps, why they were not working in the fa- miliar field at home. It was a serious business for the novices; and their voices were husky or sharp, according to temperament, as they spoke to the horses. To the onlookers this compe- tition was rather a tame affair, and they talked busily while they waited for the real thrill of-the display--the event in which every first-class plow- man for miles round was to take part. The men talked of the recent drought, sumed his professional tone. "This business has been too much for her," The girl turned without another word and went out, followed by Ches- ter. "These modern womer--all nerves," Von Blon commented laconically. Then he placed his hand on Ada's forehead. "Now, young lady, I'm going to give you something to make you sleep, after all this excitement." He had scarcely opened his medi- cine case to prepare the draught when a shrill, complaining voice drif.ed for the first time I noticed' that the door of the little dressing-room which communicated with Mrs. Greene's quarters was slightly ajar. ; "What's all the trouble now? Hasn't there been enough disturbance already without these noisy scenes in my very ear? But it doesn't matter, of course, how much I suffer. . .. Nurse! Shut those doors into Ada's room. You kad no business to leave them open when you knew I was trying to get a little rest. You did it on purpose to annoy gme. . . And nurse! Tell the doctor I must see him before he goes. I have those stabbing pains in my spine again. But who thinks about me, lying here paralyzed--?" The doors were closed softly, and the fretful voice was cut off from us. "She could have had the doors clos- ed a long time ago if she'd really wanted them closed," said Ada weat- ily, a look of distress on her drawn white face, she always pretend that every. one de- liberately makes her suffer?" Von Blon sighed. "I've told 'you, Ada, that you musn't take. your moth- er's tantrums too seriously. Her irrit- ability and complaining are part of her disease." * : We bade the girl good-by, and the (To be continued.) ---------- "You're not ill," said the doctor. "You're just suffering from a lack of exercise, Do you think you could man- age to take a two-mile walk every replied the patient. clearly to us from the next room; and |« "Why, Doctor Von, does |. doctor walked with us into the hall, and of the rainy storms that followed for economy's. sake. it; "a breeze that'd perish the Danes, they called it. The women talked of the difficulty of persuading a hen to "Another year," they said, "sit." Berlin, which has always in t vacillated between Babylon an | Sparta, set: the fashion in this eco Secale froze, starved and slaved ; "No labor was too mean or heavy. A famous archic led snow. fe shovelle! of a twenty. tect, proud possessor "they'd be clockin' a caution, but none | two room villa In the best section of of them are such samples this year Berlin, shovelled snow at the head that you'd trust a clutch of eggs under | of his six children of tender age. them, whatever skittishness is In them.! An elderly man nodded toward a plowman whose furrows were mar- vels of exactness. "That lad from Ballykill 'was a great dancer in his day," he said, "but he's gone very lazy lookin'; sure th' only dance he could do now would be the jig wid one foot always on the gfound an' th' other never oft of it." ? The gorse on Cloney hill was as yel- low as gold, and a thrush sang, flute like, from an ash tree in the hedge. In "fifteen acres" the lambs were continually losing their mothers in the excitement of their own games--the the races and the King of the Castle. High above the field, where the dark furrows were being drawn out from hedge to hedge, the larks were sing. There was warmth in the sun- ing, shine, however cold the wind migh be. and down, and hoarse voices called "Up, Charlie," and: "Up, Kit"; and the judges stood on the headland and watched the best plowman in the coun- ty at work. The sound of laughter and the of voices floated down across fields to the road where a donkey car creaked by; and a big collie barked as the two horses he loved came back ajong the furrow to the place where hie sat and watched anxiously: In the outside world, there was noise In Dolan's field there was the slow, sure working and speed and struggle. of men and of horses who love thei job and do it well there was peace; for the lovely quie things of the countryside were all about the people who gathered there to watch the process without which no harvest may be reaped. Attadale, in the West Highlands A black and glossy flcat, opaque and still, The loch, at furthest ebb supine in sleep, Reversing, mirrored in its luminous deep 'The calm grey skies; ? spurs of hill; Heather, and corn, loitering haze; The wee white cots, plumed with smoke; The braes beyond--and when ripple awoke, the the wisps of They wavered with the jarred and wavering glaze. The air' was hushed and dreamy Evermore A noise of running watér whispered . near. A straggling crow called high and thin. A bird Trilled from the 'birch-leaves. Round the shingled shore, Yellow with weed, there wandered, vague and clear, Strange vowels, mysterions gutturals, idly heard. : --William Ernest "Henley, Poems. ---- a ell Ly 'can't afford to marry for five years. Will you walt for me?" "ries me before then." Slowly the big horses paced up In Dolan's fleld solemn black-hatted, the "Certainly, If no one Jso mar The family huddled together in {bree rooms, while the remaining nine- teen rooms were locked for econ= omy's sake. And what is more-- the architect, who was a privy coum cillor, enjoyed it immensely. He thought it great to have the family lose together. ne Sho the psychological "origin of the thrift habit. The post-war events: with their urgent need fox economy have done the rest. Dur- ing the war people voluntarily sub- mitted to privations, even though they did not have to, because It seemed to them that by sO doing they -were discharging themselves of part of their socia) responsibility and attempting to level the abyss that divided the martyrs lo? the trenches and the more fortunate ones t| pehind the firing lines. The economic collapse started, '| with it shortage of money and gen- eral impoverishment. Of course there still were people with plenty of money But they were classed among the "new rich" white the "new poor" outshone one another in t| modesty and renunciation. It was not always a juestior 'of need, but in every case a question of good taste and distinction to be poor, especially in the defeated countries,' The Same phenomenon occurred in Austria. ~ The once very exclu- sive and inaccessible Austrian aristo- r| cracy startea using the third railway class, while they had already become t| used to the charms of the electric street car during the war. when coaches and liveried footmen had to be abandoned. This teady adapta- tion to democratic reality even help- : ed many an impoverished aristocrats to regain the esteem which his class Py 2 bad been gradually losing. Even snobs began to understand that one could be a gentleman in 2 third class' carriage. Today many people who do not really need it travel third in Austria because they hope to make useful acquaintances and to penetrate into a better class of society than their own. Wealth seems to have outlived it- t! gel everywhere. The despised capitalist has become the favorite subject of novelists and playwrights, They try to prove that once the world has recognized the moral ob ligation to guarantee, at least theo retically, the necessities Of life also to the poor, the latter must get every- thing for nothing while the rich man must pay for both. Therefore capitalists have taken to flight into poverty, throwing away 'the burden of riches voluntarily or involuntarily. However, we would be unfair in maintaining that this attitude is in all cases the result of clever adap- tation to changed circumstances OF snuning specu'ation. One is' poor 5 not ouly hecause one feels a sort of remorse to occupy a privileged post. tion in the midst of so great a gen- eral misery--because there is after all something « like 2a world's cons science! Even in Paris it has become smart to be thrifty and to advertise the loss -of one's fortune, giving away secrets which normally would be most jealously guarded. But next to such sham financial collapses thé genuine desire makes itself felt t@. adapt oneself to the general condl- tions of the world. : Of course this fashion to be poor, to do without things and digpenséd with hired help, has algo its dar] sides. Every discharged charwoman and every renunciation to buying thing increases the army of the uti mployed. g playa. must accustom ourselve! to judge this mental attitude as international social phenomenon. though it is from many viewpo! an undesirable phenomenon, We I 'admit that it has done some & dug the soil and privy councillors 5