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LR fn ttt tt nt Cte i NOW---A THICKER, HEAVIER PLUG FOR THE SAME MONEY| - / They went across the field together parting at the gate, and Michael Borde whistled softly as he walked down the road. His car, a Multiple Sports coupe, stood outside the inn. Although Mi- chael Borde was one of the best drivers in the world, there were times when he preferred his man to accompany him. "Can't do two things at once," was his comment when a friend once suggested he must find another man at the wheel a bore. "If I'm thinking out something'l want all my wits about me." : "We'll stay here, Banks," he said cheerfully. "Take the bags inside." The Lure of the Tudor Houge © Later on that evening Michael Delicious © Quality od GREEN = 'ns © Alsoin Black and Mixed Borde knew. Cocksure he might be, but he was capable and clear think- ing. Sitting in the inn parlour, lis- tening to the comments as a game in, Daphne had a cottage of her own, which she shared with her father. "Like me, he's a bit of a crock," Be Happy At Your Work i Pithy Anecdotes Of the Famous SQUARE PEG.-- in a round hole"--originated with Sydney Smith, whom Macaulay chris. tened "the Smith of Smiths" and styled "the greatest master of ridi- cule since Swift," This" is how it originally came from Sydney: "If. you choose to. represent the various parts in life by holes upon a table, of different shapes--sgome circular, some triangular, some square some oblong--and the. persons acting these parts by bits of wood of simi- lar shapes, we shall generally find that the triangular person has got into the square, the oblong into the triangular, and a square person has BIG THE PERF - Chewing If you want the most pleasure, chew -- BEN ECT PLUG 'Tobacco . S arava ae ava va "eve a a a a ava vavavivarsy «| DAY Windows, "with mullions and A ER OE SORES RIOEC OOOO transoms, lion's heads carvad in st one DS %| arms of Henry VIIL over the arch & "| of the entrance porch with the Tu- RS e %| dor double rose beneath the crown, oo , i] huge recessed fireplaces, oak panel- bd ' - KA ling, open timbered roof in the great ~ | l DOR HO SH '#¢| Hall which went the whole height of , X Be huss, 2 the mie timbered J : 0, instrels' Gallery where an organ b By MRS. STANLEY WRENCH %| had been fitted y * " | Here a thrill ran over Michael Pb (Author of "Sing for the Moon" "Strange Lovers, etc). 2 Borde. He had a curious passion a SYNOPSIS Michzel Borde, 40, unmarried, wind bred in a Birmingham slum, WwW a wealthy motor manufacturer Nrapped up in his business. One day he feels an urge to visit the countryside round his old home and motors up hb one Spring day. He comes upon an old Tudor House pnd decides he'd like to buy it. Suddenly he hears a cry--he sprints across gu Pp'd and rescues Daphne Eden, who was mewiced by a tramp. born is CHAPTER TWO--Cont'd. "You ought to a have a lock here," he remarked We always used to put locks on. |[Twice as safe; when . the catch is down it should auto- matically lock, but this is broken." "l know. It was broken when 1 bought it. So were the others." "Um---" he stood back, and frewn- el. "I believe I could mend it if 133 RIT Get exactly the color you want from the new Instant Rie range + «+ . Instant, because COLORS it soaks right and -------- STAYS . .. never FREE o Sand the | leaves streaks or sges tor FREE copy | spots and of "The A B C of LC , Home Rug Making" makes everything &. 0. "ed'tae: | you use it on gonls RE. terwnte | positively lovely. , VOU RAVE BETTER LiCK Beene XIXXXAIRXXXXXXIOORIIDOOOTOOOOEODOOOOOOODOOHK RY QO RS I had the tools, Too late to-night, though. Look here," turning, he smiled at her frankly. "To-morrow I'll put these locks right if you like. Funny thing I should come upon some of old David's coops like this. Her eyes met his frankly. She smiled. "Who is old David?" she asked. _ "He's dead," he answered briefly. Then, with almost a boyish smile, perhaps realizing he had been abrupt Michael Borde explained. 'He was the man who made these chicken coops," he told her. "Down yonder--'" he nodded towards the North. "I was born there, in Brum. Lived there till the War. I helped him make coops, Now's he's gone nobody is making them." "I shall stay the night at the inn," ran his thoughts. "Find out who's living at that manor house." Turning, he smiled again. "Well, we'll make these secure for the night," he said, "then, if you like, in the morning, I'll come along and put these locks right for you. I'm staying at the village inn," he added. "Won't you come in and let Mrs. Gregory thank you?" she asked. "She's an invalid, but she's a dear thing and she's been so kind to us -- my father and me." "Perhaps to-morrow," he told her. "I suppose there is a village shop where I can get a few tools? If not, I must go into the town." Daphne Eden laughed. "I've got loads of tools, every- thing you'll want," she said. "They belong to my father, but some things are beyond me, like these locks, I shall be eternally grateful, though, if you'll show me how to put them right. I've often wondered, but never seemed to .get the time." pure arrowroot, blended > - She knows! She's been brought up on Christie's Arrowroots . . . the original , , , made from choicest wholesome, palatable and dietetically correct, Christies with other ingredients, of darts was played outside with fre- ing its progress, he visualized again the old Tudor Manor house. Already -he had made enquiries. Poor anc Hamill-Hardys to be. done on the estate. going to ruck and ruin, the land im- poverished by bad farming. his lips tightened, There was money in this if those quarries were worked. But his mind went back to that Saturday afternoon when he had cy- cled here; and instead of spending a shilling for tea had parted with 'it to look over the house. . "You don't have to pay, but the man who shows you round expects a tip," they explained. > How vividly it all came back to his memory, although he had not thought of it for years." Beattiful for organ music, dating from the tin.e when as a child he had crept into St. Philip's, crouching down, afraid of being discovered, and gazing up at the stained glass windows in a state of shy delight. Even now -- organ music at a cinema or a church gave him intense pleasure, and in his mind lay the plan one day to have an instrument of his own. "You want the right background," ran his thoughts. 'An organ needs a house like that yonder." The right background. Those words reminded him of a business associate who had used the phrase with reference to a man's life. "He's no background, that's what it is. Mushroom growth." | °° They might have been spoken of: Michael Borde. He smiled. What did he care? A man was a man. He stood by himself, by what he had accomplished, He wanted no back- ground. = A week later -he was still there. But it was not the Manor House that kept him, for already through his lawyers negotiations had started, and he was fairly conldent about the re- sult. Michael Borde had fallen in love Like most men of his type, he quickly knew what he wanted, and was speedy in making up his mind. When he set about to mend the locks of those chicken coops he found him- self attracted by Daphne Eden's voice, although she spent barely ten minutes in his company that first day. In the evening, when in response to an invitation from Mrs. Gregory, who owned the farm, he went in to supper, and was thanked for his ser- vices, Daphne was not there, A much travelled, educated wo- man, who had injured her hip hunt- ing and now was little more than a cripple, Lorna Gregory studied this man for a minute or two, then de- liberately set out to interest him. Her-dark eyes gleamed, and push- ing back her short grey hair with a slender white hand she studied the man who sat opposite. "Self-made, but sound," was her summing up. "I like him." When Lorna Gregory liked a man, in spite of her sixty years, she could be very delightfully entertaining. It was a long time since Michael Bor- quent bursts of merriment punctuat- proud, so he learned the Not a thing Everything Here, remembering the iron stone, paralleled within the Empire only by Mrs, Gregory told him. "Daphne is devoted to him, - She has been here ten years, but I have never seen him, for he's an invalid who keeps to his room." ; Then she changed the subject, but afterwards Michael Borde found him self thinking of Daphne Eden with- out knowing way. In breeches and brogues there was an odd attractive- ness about her, although Borde dis- liked what he. termed the mannish type of woman, That week spent in Warwickshire, too, taught him just how easy it was to reach London when he chose, for before the end of the time he had stipulated for being away, some- thing happened which necessitated an interview with his lawyers, and mo- toring up he smiled to think how the Multiple sports coupe could cover the miles. : "Gosh!" he exclaimed suddenly, remembered 'something. "I prom- ised Daphne we'd go down to Strat- ford-on-Avon this afternoon." Then, blushing like a schoolboy, Michael Borde stopped at the next village, wrote out a telegram and dispatched this. But the blusk was over his own discovery. He had thought of her as Qaphne. "Well -- and why not?" he asked stubbornly. "One drifts easily into that sort of thing in the country." Reaching his lawyers, however, he discovered there was a hitch in the negotiations, . The- Hammill-Hardys had been at the Manor since . the days of the Tudors, Apparently the first one to live there was a ward of the Crown, who actually had 'been brought up with Henry VIII, and with whom he remained a favourite. "Don't see that's much to his cre- dit," quoted Borde. "Well, what's wrong?" : The lean-faced solicitor hesitated. "He seems to have some objection Mr. Borde, because you are in trade," he said. There was silence, On the wall op- posite hung a couple of Speed ,maps, Michael Borde gazed at these stead- ily, and clenched his hands. Old maps, eh? Funny thing for a law- yer to collect. Then his eyes went to the table, where a sketch map of Warwickshire lay. It showed the location of Werberge Lucy and sur- rounding land, marked' pink. In one corner was the sign of a bear with a ragged staff, in the other the armorial bearings of the house of Warwick. It was the heraldic de- vice reminded Michael Borde of the honor which had been offered him. He frowned. (To be continued) Canada's Recovery Pleasing to London London.--Under the caption "Can- ada's Strides to Recovery," the Daily Telegraph gives a column to an en- couraging analysis of the statistics of trade and commerce in the Dominion. The article concludes: "Canada is in advance of all the other Do- minions in her steps towards recov- ery and the state of her trade can be And You'll Be Successful According to a certain prominent executive, an amazing number of the men and women who lost their jobs in the depression years were those who never really liked the work they were doing. To be sure, they got through their tasks well enough, but not with those little extra flourishes that meant they were performing lab- ors of love, J The ones who were enthusiastic about the way they earned their -liv- ing were the last to go and mostly never went at all. There they are today, indeed, still at the old stand, turning out better work because they enjoy it. In this day of vocational guidance bureaus and adult training classes, there is small 'excuse for anybody who keeps on at a chore he hates. On every side are aids estabfishd for the express purpose of giving those who need it a new work deal. TAKE TIME FOR PLAY Certainly it's going to make life a lot happier when we are all able to do the thing we like instead of just something to eke out our daily bread. For of course the very first essent- tial to being happy in one's vocation is to like it. - Even when you do, there is a cer- tain amount of inevitable monotony, grind and disappointment to be borne. In the most congenial job there will always be unbearable days when ev- erything goes wrong and you feel sure you should have taken up scrubbing or ditch-digging. But though you adore your work, never let it become such a jealous mistress that it will absorb your time and thoughts to the exclusion of ev- erything else. If you are to keep on having a good time at your job, you must dilute it with plenty of outside working hours, a staple home life and an avocation or two to keep ycu from becoming lop-sided and eventually a crank or else a dry-as-dust bore. THERE'S ALWAYS TOMORROW We have all read moral tales about the two boys one a clock-watcher, the other so absorbed in what he was do- ing that he worked on and on after the clock-watcher had departed. Such stories invariably end with the clock watcher still a clerk and the ambiti- ous fellow his boss. There is some- thing to be said for the legend, but working until all hours like any other good thing can be carried too far. Most modern employers indeed prefer workers to leave the office at a reas- onable hour. Such fore-sighted execu- tives are thinking about the next day and next week and next year, when ound the shop! Jy Ambition, like long hours, can also be overdone. Good workers have been ruined by useless fretting bes cause their aim was higher than they could reach, KNOW YOURSELF The best way is to evaluate cor- Like Your Job, or Seek to Change It. -- Aim High; Work Well; But Don't Forget to Play " they will need fresh vigorous help ar- | try to put them to the. impossible. In spite of the Constution we are not all created absolutely equal for we cannot all do the same things nor do them with the same degree of ex- cellence, Trying too hard and al- ways failing may produce a sense of defeat. And out of defeat too often grows the deadly nightshade envy which kills happiness at a stroke. Finally--while every worker should expect a fair return for his efforts do not make the mistake of setting money as your prime aim, The hap- piest man in his job we have ever known was the scientist who in return for complete freedom from interfer- ence with his work had accepted an annual stipend that would take care of his simple needs and leave a little over for saving. He might have had an annual sal- ary from a commercial company of fifty thousand dollars but as he puts it ,the company would have owned him body and soul. He was happier with his freedom. 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I part of the blame. knew what the troubl Of course, at a rate of spced faster than been accustomed to during the drove at a twenty or twen Dye a hig; motions were keyed to that I on the high i "for 3 Te couldn't CHAK" fast FROM MY DIARY hy P.C2 enough, 'He intended to edge over and give the other chap room on the road to pass, but his jense of speed and distance |) im. ; p "That's the case with lots of drive ® The minute they go faster than their usual rate of speed, they're Sooner or later in "highway" traffic they'll encounter a situation they've never faced before and they don't know what to do .. .%n tlme to pre- vent an accident, . drive too fast. job long enough to know. that no Send over 8b is safe, and: lots of T without danger of mee sit PAGE city-trained lost. ~ The moral is, of course, not to I have been on the. ivers can't drive even that fast up with a squeezed himself. into the round hole." This sentence was later "boiled down" to "A square peg in a round hole." Macaulay, the most brilliant talker of his time--a time of brilliant talk- ers, too--was a poor listener, and Sydney Smith, who was a good listen. er as well as a brilliant talker, got off ong of his wittiest sayings when he remarked: "Macaulay is improved! Macaulay improves! I have observed in him of late brilliant flashes of silence," Preaching in London--he was Can- on of St. Paul"s--on a special occa- sion, Sydney noticed that the congre- gation consisted almost entirely of women, and altered his text to: "Oh, that men would therefore praise the Lord!" Another of his sayings--quoted in "The Smith of Smiths," by Hesketh Pearson, a happy, fascinating book: "My idea of heaven is, eating 'pates 'de fols gras' to the sound of trumpets," PROUD OF FATHER.--, The father of Woodrow Wilson-- the Rev. Joseph Wilson, a Presbyter- fan minister--was considered an elo- quent preacher, and had a great love of the spoken as of the written word, says Edith Gittings Reid (in "Wood- row Wilson: The Caricature, The Myth, and The Man,") Father and son, Mrs. Reid says, "enjoyed playing with phrases and words as others enjoy playing a game." = Later, in one of his rare reminiscent moments, re- calling these days to Mrs. Woodrow Wilson sald: "I was swollen with pride as 1 listened to my father's preaching, and if he hesitated for a word I would, in my mind, supply it. "I can still feel that exultant thrill of joy if I got the right word in my mind before he voiced it from the pulpit. I look back over my boyhood and think of the evenings when we gathered together to read Dickens. Can you imagine old or young. weep- ing or laughing over any of the wri- ters of today, and an entire commun- ity watching for the next instalment of their work?" It can't be done. AMUSING NOTE. -- } An amusing--It piquant--note is struck in this letter fron Hugh Wal- pole, Writing to Mr. Lucas on De. cember 12, 1923, Hugh says: : "One thing has greatly distressed me. I got a bundle of catalogues last night, and in one of them 1 found ad- vertised @ book you once gave me. How it happened I can't think ex- cept that when my house was sold and I was in America some books in a top room were sold and this must have been taken then by a guest. 1 have written to the man to get it back. Please forgive me!" Recent observations of museum ox ficials who timed visitors with a stop- watch revealed the fact that the aver- they looked at all was of a few. sec- onds, says Walter Pach, ait critic in "Ananias, or the False Artist," Then he tells a story to illustrate the way that the seeing of pictures was re- garded in the Renaissance, GOD WILL SEE, . The great artist Piero della Fran- cesca had painted a band of decora- tion around the choir of San Francis- co in the city of Arezza, then another series of pictures above the first, and was beginning a third still higher up. Whereupon a great prelate tried: to reason with him, saying: "But, Plero, no one wil] see what you paint up there." "God will see it," was the reply of the artist. He spoke for the artists of all time, comments Pach, From "Tropical Fish' and Their Care," by Norbert Lederer: The ancient Chinese bred the gold- fish froff the carp a thousand years before the Christian era, The goldfish was first introduced into Europe in the sixteenth century, The word "aquarium" was first uséd by Phillip Henri Grosse, who in 1833, published "A Naturalis bles on the Devonshire Coast." t's Ram. The transportation of tropical fish to various countries js difficult and hazardous, the loss being sometimes ag high as 50 per cen%, Strangely Bande, tion they can't ¢ seeing you. ell, I'll t enough, one of the greatest dangers o the travelling fish is neasickness! One of the most famous phrases in - the English language--'a square peg Reid; age halt before each 'work at which. Po *- >