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Write to Standard Brands Ltd., Fraser Avenue and Liberty Street, Toronto, Ont. 5 'Contains no alum." This statement om every tin is 0 - antee that Magic Baking Powder is free from alum or any harmful ingredient. EDUCATION It has been pointed out that a lndamental distinction between the Mucated and the uneducated mind is hat. the first or anyone with even } partly trained mind, tries to fina Jit bis faults' and correct them, The tnschooled fellow usually tries to Mde his, It is clear enough which if the twoswill go faster and farther. --_---- {with some asperity. - " - SYNOPSIS, Phils Vance, with a hobby far solving mysteries. becomes interestod ia the Greene murders when Distiict Attorney Markham and Set Heath are called In after the fatal shooting of Julia Greene Sibella, Rex and Ada (adopted), live In the old Greene mansion. Police investi- gations reveal nothing: then Chester is found shot dead in his room. Again footsteps are found to and from the entrance of the mansion. Ada goes to Markham's office and "nforms him that Rex has not told :11 he knows. Five minutes later word comes that he aas been shot. Vance is convinced that the criminal is one of the family. The next near viet! is Ada, poisoned by mor- phine. The following night Mrs. Greene dies of strychnine poisoning. CHAPTER XXIV.--(Cont'd.) "You told us you thought you had seen your mother--" "I did see her--I did!" Ada's voice was sure on this point. * Vance shook his head. "No; it was rot your mother. She was unable to walk, Ada. She was truly and help- lessly paralyzed. It was impossible for her even to make the slightest movement with either leg." "Buy--I don't understand." There Vv : more than bewildermert in her vuice; there was terror and alarm such as one might experience at the thought of supernatural ralignancy. "I heard Doctor Von tell mother he was bringing a specialist ¢ see her this morning. But she died last night --s0 how could you know? Oh, you raust be mistaken. I saw he.--I know I..v her" She seemed to be battling desper- ately for the preservatiin of her sanity, But Vance again shook his head. "Dr. Oppenheimer did n.t examine yeur mother," he said. "But Dr. Dor- emu did--today. And h- found that she had been unable to move for many years." "Oh!" The (xclamativn was only breathed. Tha yirl seemed n capable ©o' speech. "And what we've come for," con- tizued Vance, "is to ask vos to recall that night, and see if you cannot re- "ember something--some little thing --that will help us. You saw this person only by the flickering light of » match. You might easily have made a mistake." "But how could 1? her." "Before you wdke up that wight and felt hungry, had you been dreaming of your mother?" She Lesitated, and shulde eu slight- I was so close ly. "I don't know, but I've dreamed of mother constantly--awful, scary dreams--ever since that 1.<t night when somebody came into .:y room." "Taat may account vor the mistaze you made." Vance paused » moment and then asked: "Do you distinctly re:icmber seeing your mother's Ori- ental shawl on the person in tre hall that night?" "Oh, yes," she said, aft: a slight hesitation, "It was the flust thing I noticed. Then I saw her face, . . ." A trivial but startling thing hap- pened at this moment. We had our back to Mrs. Mannhéim and, for the {'me being, had forgotten her phes- ence in the room. Suddenly what sounded like a dry sob.broke from her, ard the sewing basket on ner knees fell to the floor. Instinctively we turn- ed, The woman was staring at us glussily: "What difference does it make who she saw?" she asked in a dead, mono- tonous voice. "She maybe saw me." "Nonsense, Gertrude," Ada said quickly, "It vasn't you." Vance was watching the woman with a puzzled expression: "Do you ever wear Mrs. Greene's shawl, Fran Mannheim?" "Of course she doesn't," Ads cut in. "And do you ever steal 'into the library and read after the household is asleep?" pursued Vance. The woman picked up .cr sewing morosely, and again lapsted into sul- len silence, Vance studied her a mo- ment ard then turned back to Ada. "Do you know of any one who might have been wearing your moth- er's shawl that night?" "J--don't know," the girl stammer- ed, her lips trembling. "Come that won't do." Vance spoke "This isn't the time to shield any one. Who was in the hakit of using the shawl?" "No one was in the habit. . , ." She stopped and gave Vance + pleading look; but he was obdurate. ° "Who, then, besides your mother ever wore it?" "But I would have known if it had been Sibella I saw--" rather silly, what?" A little later we took our leave. "It has always been my contention," remarked Inspector Moran, as we rode dow: town, "that any gidentification un 'er strain or excit men is worth- ess. And here we have 2 glaring in- stance of it." "I'y like a nice quiet iitile chat with Sibella," .aumbled Heath, busy with his own thoughts. "It wouldn't comfort you, Ser- gcant," Vance told him. "At the end 0. your tete-a-tete you'd know only what the young lady wanted you wo know." "Where do we stand now?" asked Markham, after a silence. "Exactly where we stood before," auswered Vance dejectedly, "--in the ilst of an impenetrable fog. And I'm not in the least convinced," he added, "that it was Sibella whom Ada saw in the hall."' Markham looked amazed. "Then who, in Heaven's name, was it" Vance sighed gloomily. "Give me the answer to that one question, and I'll complete the saga." The night Varce sat up nati nearly 2 o'clock writing at his desk in the library. Saturday was the «District Attor- rey's "half-day" at the office, and Markhim had invited Vance ard me to lerch at the Bankers' Club. But when we reached the Criminal Courts Building he was swamped with an ac- ¢.mulation of work, and we had a tray-service meal in his private con- ference room. Before leaving the house that noon Vance hal jut sev- eral sheets of clucely written paper in k = pocket, and I surmisei---correectly, as it turned out,--that they were what he had been working on the night before. When lunch was over Vance lay back in his chair and languidly lit a cigarette. "Markham, old dear," he said, "I arcept your invitation today for the sole purpose of discussing art. I trust L Ou are in a receptive mood." Markham looked at him with frask annoyance. . "Merely one of your wordy pro- legues, eh? Well, if you have any kelpful suggestions to make, I'll lis- ten." Vance smoked a moment, "Y' know, Markham," he began, as- s ming a lazy, unemotional air, "there's a fundamental difference be- tween a good painting and a .photo- graph. I'll admit many painters ap- pear unaware of this fact; and when color photography is perfected--my word! what a horde of academicians will be thrown out of employment! But none the less there's a last chasm between the two; and it's this tech- nical distinction that's to be tne bur- den of my lay. = "How, for instance, does Michei- angelo's 'Moses' differ from a camera study of a patriarchal old msn with whiskers and a stone tablet? Wherein lie the points of divergence between Rubens' 'Landscape with Chateau de k. Every object in the picture is there for a definite purpose, and is set in a certain posi- tion to accord with the underlying structural pattern, There are no ir- relevancies, no unrelated details, no detached objects, no arbitrary 'ar- rangement of values. All the forms and lites are interdependeat; every object--indeed, every brush stroke-- takes its-exact place in the pattern and fulfills a given function. The pic- ture, in fine, is a unity." "Yas, yes," interrupted Markham. "Paintings and photographs differ; the objeéts in a painting p de- sign; the objects in a photograph are without design; one must often study a painting in order to determine the design. That," I believe, «overs the ground you have been wandering over desultorily for the last fifeen min- utes." "I was merely trying to imitate the vast deluge of repetitive verbiage fcund in legal documents," explained Vance. "I hoped thereby to convey my meaning to your lawyer's mind." "You succeeded with a vengeance," snapped Marham. "What follows?" (To be continued.) -- Chaucer An old mun in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicied all around With portrailures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer, He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound; He listenelh and he laugheth: at Then writeth in a book like any clerk, He is the poet of the wrote + The Canterbury Tales, and his old dawn, who . 880 Made beautiful with song; and as 1 read I hear the crowing cock, 1 hear the note Of lark and linnet, and from every page Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery. mead, --Henry Wadsworth "Poems." (Boston: lin.) Longfellow. Houghton Mif- aa ------ Ta NO HURRY "Henry," said Mrs. Glipping, in tearful tones. "Well, my déar?' asked Henry, looking up from the paper. "What is jt?" "It I were to die tonight, would you marry again?" "Not tonight." Hol *>ying In London : A San Francisco.--A prostrate form, dragged from a closed garage in which an automobile motor has been run- ning, is surrounded by physicians and] an. inhalator crew. The subject bas ceased to breathe, Expert fingers de- tect no pulse, but'the rescuers work on, In a day or two the patient is con- valescing, What has happened? To the man in the street, a near miracle, because to all appearances the victim was dead. To scientists it was a mere drama of chemistry--a battle of atoms in a new process for resuscitating vic time of carbon monoxide and cyanide poisoni by the use of methylene blue. _ This battle of invsible elements was described by Dr. Mathilda M. Brooks, University of California research as- gociate who first suggested the methy- lene treatment, and Dr, J. P. Gray acting director of public-health of San Francisco, who has observed its opera. tion. _ Process Described a Just what happens in the first act or the drama as reported by Dr. Gray apd reduced as far as possible to every-day terms, is this: Immediately before the trouble starts the normal process of respira- tion is operating. Air, containing ap- proximately 20 per cent. oxygen, is passing into the thin-walled cells of 'the lungs. - On the opposite side of these walls the 'blood spreads itself Use of Methylene Blue Found to Snatch Patients from Doors of Death by Drama of Chemsi 4 try nically called osmosis, the oxygen atoms 'from the air permeate these thin walls, to be picked up on the other side by the hemoglobin in the blood. ; i Hemoglobin, a compound of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, iron and sulphur, combines but loosely with oxygen, giving it up to the cell tissues blood courses through the body. Then the automobile exhau' . fumes, consisting mainly of carbon monoxide, displacés the air in the lungs, The blood, coursing along the wall: of the lung cells for oxygen, finds carbon monoxide instead, The hemoglobin has a greater chemical affinit for car- bon monoxide than for oxygen, pick- ing it up readily and forming a chemi: cal composition containing ox, ser but Holding to it so tightly that the cell tissues get little or none. Death ap- proaches. ' Methylene Blue Enters Now methylene blue, heretofore used mainly as a dye with which to stain germs and make then. visihle under .he microscope, enters as he conquering hero. Dr. PErooks das- cribed how it goes to work. "Methylene blue," said Dr. Brooks, "takes the place in th? lcoc¢ tem- porarily, of the oxygen-carrying cells until they are able to .esume proper function. The dye car :s th oaygen to the tissues..' Surgery in the Butcher Shop A "good French housewive always has to be personally introduced to a chicken, filet or fish before it may become a work of gastronomic art. The pokings, the critical sniffings, more intimate these ceremonies may be relegated to the past if Dr. Kaplan of the Pari sian Faculiy of Medicine has his way, A doer as well as 4 dreamer, the doctor has opened a shop which looks like the operating room of a hospital, White-clad men who wear. rubber gloves and who may gasily pass as surgeons are the butchers. They breathe air which is of a constant temperature and which js forever sterilized and renewed. A house wife who wants a cote d'agnean or a gigot de veau must rely entirely on her eyes. The good and bad points of a poulard must be discuss- ed with the aid of loud-speakers and microphones through an intervening the minute examination of eyes and} organs _ involved in} Madge--"Were you p. sed with your Christmas presents?" Marjorie--"Perfectly. i received seventeen and I am going to have only fifteen exchanged for some- thing else." - i "My wife quarrels at the slightest provocation," "Lucky man. My wife glass chamber. doesn't need any provocation." over a wide area. By a process tech- scape. What is this by Itself 12 & woud ze k r n--no longer ev : tat tint--this 1a 'k blue moving object? Why it 1s a schoo toy--a. Briarfield Grammar Setiol bop--who as left ais companions, now trudging home oy the high-road, ure is seeking a certain tree ith a sertain mossy niound at its root come enient as a seat. Why is he bngere ing nere--the air is uvld and -ne time wears late. He sits down; what 18 he thinking about? Does he Vucl the chaste cha'm navire wears "o righti~ A pearl-white moc smi og without minch of a struggle as thelthrcugh the green trees; dues ne vars hs for her smile? 3 In.possibie to. say; for ne 18 sheun anu his countenance, does 01 apeik A set, it is no mirre) to reflect seir "tion, but rather a mask tC "orc a it This boy is a strivling of fifte=n ~ slight, and "tall of his vears; in "it tace there is as littic of amenity us servility; his eye seems prepaic to note »1y incipient attempt io on- t10} or overreach him. and che rest of his features indicate facurties aert for resistance. Wise ushers avnd unnecessary interferen¢e with rnat lad. To break him in by seve, iy w.ule be a useless attempt; to Win Am by flattery wotld be an effor. worse than seless He is best (fl ale Time will edueate, and experiea¢ train him. Professedly Martin. Yoise (ii sd" yoary Yorke, ol course) trampies on the name of poetry; tatk sentiment ic rrr und you waulu ue answercl oy sarcasm. Here he 1s, waouer.ng aline, waiting autevusly va nature, wuile she uafulds a page of stern, of silent, and of solemn poetry .aeneaih his attentive gaze. Being seated he takes from his sat cLel a book--not the Latin grammaxz but a contraband volume of fairy tales; there will be light encugh yst uor an hour to serve nis keen young vision; besides, the moon waits on him, Lier beam, dim and vague as yet. {ils the glade where he sits. He reads; ae is led intu a sohtary nountain region: all around Lim is rude and desolate, shapoiess, and t= most colorless. He hears bells tingle wv. the wind; forth-riding from che formless folds of the mist dawns cn him the brightest . vision; 4 green. robe lady, on a snow-white palfrey; he sees her dress, her gems, ind hex steed' she arrests him- with some mysterious question; he is spell-bcund, . aud must follow her into Fairyland. .. H 13h !--shut the book; hide it iv the satchel--Martin hears a tread. He listens: No--yes; once more the dead leaves. lightly crushed, rustle on the wood-path, Martin watches; the trees part, and a woman issues forth. She is a lady dressed in dark silk, a veil covering her face. Martin never met a lady in this wood before nor an; female, save, now and then, & village-girl comes to gather nuts. To- night the. apparition does not dis Vlease him. He observes, as she ap: proaches, that she is. neither old nox plain, but, on the contrary; very - youthful; and, but that he now re . cognizes her for one whom he has often wilfully' pronounced ugly, he would deem that he discovercd traits of beauty behin the thin gauze of that veil. She passes him, and says nothing, « He knew she would: all wonien are proud monkeys--and he knows ne more conceited doll than that Caroling Helstone. The thought is hardly hatched in his mind, when the lady. retraces those two steps she hdd gol beyond him, and raising her veil, re poses her glance on his face, while she softly asks: - = . "Are you one of Mr. Yorke's sons? No human évider.ce would ever hav been able to persuade Martin Yorke that he blushed when thus addressed; yet blush he did, to the ears, A "I am," he said bluntly; and en couraged himself to wonder, super. ciliously, what would come next. "You are Martin, I think?" the observation that followed. It could not have been more was a simple ser