HER DAY 'The Old Man Is Right. Bit and Listen to the Birds Sing 'Slowly and with evident effort,: Evelyn Barton opened her eyes.) Through eco --_ window the clear; spri ing was calling and a flood of melody poured in from the cherry tree She had no sense of rest from the "I feel like an old woman," en she came upright with a jerk. It was her birthday! "How much little eld Dawson used to love her birthdays!" she mused. "What a long, long way behind she - been left by Evelyn Barton." As she slipped into her dark work | dress, her face was white "What a fool little Evelyn Dawson was change to Evelyn Barton," she said to herself. She glanced down at the cheap cotton dress, "Who would havt | It Pays to Stop a mother and daughter lifted their heads a little to hear the better. | As the last note of the song died away, a look that was new to Inez but would have been readily unders in the old academy where Evelyn Daw-; son had reigned as queen of girls, ' dawned in her mother's eyes. he crossed to the window she said quietly, "Tm not going on & journey Pinger just for '@ mom I di of it. I'm going to r poetry instend. " "Poetry ?" echoed the child. "You did on sweep did you?" she said tender.! "I'd almost forgotten she coul Ol sees oy now--when does your crow rt amed I should ever come to this?! 5t@ dre Dark clothes save money, though, and], who is there to care Turning apn i went down to he her morning's wo s the-clock ok hans, John and the three men came from the lower field for breakfast. Fron the foot | of the stairs she called Inez a little sharply. "If one expects to get Inez up at seven, one has to begin proc ings by six," she said to her foabend.| "She made me promise to see she was | _there's plenty of time for the first les.'the piano and sitting down played uP by seven. "Seams to me," her husband said, | "she's getting old enough to help. rl warrant that when you were thirteen' you knew something about work." Evelyn Barton's white cheeks turn- ed to flame. ate sed to be some. thing thought was a time when I knew how to olay oe As she passed the coffee her hand trembled. Her husband addressed his next words to Jim Winn, "Guess to-day and to-morrow will about finish the south agin at ease and turned her eyes) | gaintiness of the white dress, to the eh? meadow, The older man nodded. "An' a pretty good job it's been, too," he said. "Seems like there's no place 'under the ney of a butterfly all clad in gold and dress, I'm thinking," he light o' day, where so many -- build as in the south meadow. t's the Lord's own truth that every Sian I stop a bit to listen to them can work enough harder f = an hour after-, ward to pay for the break.' Barton nodded. "I know that's your theory and I don't ---- with e chair. | He was the best ene on the farm. | "Well," he returned, - e doesn't take time, nod and' then, bra day's coming en say, 'Now son, " and it H be before his natural been full rou hee A moment later Inez sidled into her place at the table. Her hair cluster- ed in bronze rings about her face and neck; her face was alight with life. "T don't want breakfast," she chirped, picking daintily at her oatmeal "but I want a lot of basket goodies, Ma. Got those hermits?" Rising, Mrs. Barton glanced at ay ng Jim Winn arose from clock. Her mind worked rapidly. What was es use of wasting any more of "Yes--no! that is-- what time, does the northern train go out, Inez "The ---- train? ing on a journey, Ma?" Before her mother could answer, from the cherry tree came a burst of song so clear, so sweet, so joyous that Why? Go. BREAD MIXERS Li , [4 Th WRIGHT co. re there was en ee ene te SNOw 4 fower'g In pa town nd j inst Uke that | ball of snow. | Of which I have no doubt at all But you have oft' heard tell. I mean the one which people say Was located down in--weilli It doesn't matter *bout that snow au, Which could never last, What int'rests you and me i Having comforts to us cioned And I know PEACE and JOY and HAPPINESS To me would flow, If there was just one WALKER HOUSE In each town where I go. The House of Plenty The Walker House Toronto Geo. Wright & Co., Proprietors LY She's going to a wa "Bight o'clock," said Inez prompt-. | you e| "Me?" -- if you take any. you knew how to put up a lunch and 'son In the next few minutes Inez found herself listening to directions for slic- ing bread, mrepeing eggs and number- | less other things. en kissing her, ' Mrs. a watched her run down "plows from the cedar box in the hall,| as he came in sight of ent into ei yard and eee them beneath cherry tree. "Oh, heavenly!" aie whispered as she| watch the lazy little clouds over.! i "Next she followed the blithe jour-! flame, fluttering among the nodding blossoms. "I haven't really--seen--' a butterfly--for years," she murmur- | ed drowsily as she nestled luxurious- pair the gay pillows. next thing she knew the clock | was sniking twelve and the men were | coming up to the house. She won- | or a moment where she was. =| Then she remembered. | that er, bg ag ene explained simply, ad as it is birthda decided to make myself a day. I have not. copked. 0, dear," | him! at first. Now he grud la day. She dashed away the tears | and clea e table, once more not know your mother stackin, to} "could do anything but churn and bake she could use the best set for once. Y fresh color in her cheeks she! -- Amaze, resentment, conster- + again. nation, flared in the young face. | It's quite time self to a dozen go carnations and the path | had! the centre of the table glowed I the| dish of ri have a pienie lunch, ready for you! in a very few minutes." A smile curved her lips but there) f was no answering gleam in John Bar- > . sae a silent meal. This was the fret cou dinner Evelyn had ever serv.} ed to John Barton. bread and milk for supper.' Steadily her eyes met in is. is my devin first one I've taken since I was get Barton, I believe." she answered quietly As the men cross the yard toward! 2" watched them! © the meadow she rou ! How sure she had been their love would last! With 'slipped into a street suit and started oO new magazines; she ha one fad i Then she went to the ! bank w from her own account. nd chatted will she felt like a girl her way home she treated her- when she reached home she went to | softly, vee : one . few nearly 'forgotten tu Ss her spirits She Tran up- and her eurans rose. stairs to put on the only white dress | mea all you think. Thoughts are your July and August December to April 'she possessed, fastened a a in othe high school boys of Glace Bay,| own; your words are so no more."-- 19 GEO. Y. CHOWN, Registrar er hair, another in her dress O.8., last year raised 6,000 bags of | Delaune. taking a 'pail of lemonade from the | ice my day," she eet hapoily the "so I took time to bring you a an rink. " But as John Barton's eyes travelled from the flowers in her hair, the fresh | ips er best low shoes, there was eA pr a smile on his face. eet work to wash a" sos that}; "I'm going to wear a now and "This| #1 eet, te "to stop a bit an' listen to the i ol aad hands. Nay, we o If we return, TON +i Dread lest we hold blood-guiltily KINGS Eating More Fish in Canada. The things that men have died to ONTARIO As a result of the efforts of the free. ARTS Canada Food Board to increase the @onsumption of fish in Canada, no less than in the western provinces since Janu- ary Gompared with only 15 per cent. last year. This increased consumption has see in a very large saving of potatoes on the old golf links. More then school exhibitions of back yard gar- den truck. for Easter had to take their ration foods with them this year. for making an edible oil, that also Miaation, from grape seeds. am Wanted)... on CHURNING CREAM Past bush and flower and shady nook, Across the flower-tufted brook. And then I see through misty eyes d rested, steady of nerve and I follow on down to the end. Yes, yes, it lives--my apple tree, And all the orchard laughs with me! My tree! Ah, now I under The magic of that coaxing hand! --_--_--_@--__--___ If We Return. If we return, will England be Just England still to you and me? The place ie we must earn our bread We who oe walked among the dead, And watched the smile of agony, And seen the price of Liberty, Which we have taken carelessly UNION MADE OVERALLS SHIRTS & GLOVES Ape harnese ye, sir!" Samping a bit the the spring sun- "It pays," ag said under his Oh, English fields shall blossom red For all the blood that has been shed By men whose guardians are we, If we return. eee good scraple is made of oat- meal and inexpensive beef. "Think all you speak, but speak not MEDICINE © EDUCATION APPLIED SCIENCE Mining, Chemical, Civil, Mechanical and Rlectrical Engineering. HOME Acdsairdall Arts Course by co ponden with one yiers aticndence or fou ecasions. Summer School ftesligation School 58 per cent. of the total catch 1, has been consumed at home, as Degree 2,000 entries were made at Send it to Parker's OU will be astonished at the results we get by our modern system of dyeing and cleaning. Fabrics that are shabby, dirty or spotted are made like new. We can restore the most delicate articles. Send one article or a parcel of goods by post or express. We will pay carriage one way, and our People in Great Britain going away Italians have perfected a process ¢an be used in soap and as an illu- then," she Saniied. "I bought two charges are most reasonabk. light house -- and some muslin}. for others. m going to give away those dark dine As she vin icy the house door she turned, her gaze reaching slowly out to the field nd im you enough to. bear a little hurt to save us-- She used the best china for tea and} with} pote. flowers. There were hot bak Mrs. Brown Makey a Clean Sweep. "What are you doing, Mrs. Brown; are you moving, or what?" Mrs. Sim mons had stopped at the little front gate, her curiosity attracted by the sight of all the belongings of the Brown family scattered about the yard in the bright spring sunshine. | "Do you remember the lecture we heard on home-making last winter? I wrote down the little text and it has haunted me ever since: 'Have nothing | in your home that you do not know to be useful and believe to be beautiful.' | Most people might suppose that I was | just doing an extra house cleaning, but I am really having it out with my own character. I say to something, "Are you useful?' and then I say myself, 'Have you enough strength of mind to get rid of it?'" | "I had to be feeling pretty firm be-' fore I could do it, but you know as well as I do that there is no sense in keeping a lot of stuff no one ever uses," Mrs. Brown continued. "I dust that chair, and we all stumble over it but no one ever sits init. The old what-not is just a catch-all and is only in the way when we want to get near the window." Mrs. Brown was going critically from one article to another. "Now this little table with the drawers can be painted and will make a convenient place for my sew- jing things, but that rickety old stand is of no earthly use." | "But why did you bring everything out here?" asked Mrs. Simmons. "It was easier to begin with a clean slate. Goodness knows, I'm tired of | dusting all the little gimcracks, and I'm tired of seeing all the confusion. I took seventeen silly things off the mantel-piece. I am going to put back , the clock and an old pair of candle- | sticks that look lovely, now that they are polished. 'It rests me just to think about it. Then I've taken down all the 'mussy old calendars and such | things that were tacked up on the wall. The hardest thing for me to know is what pictures I ought to keep, but I am sure the plain wall is better than the trash that was stuck around." "Have you had the sitting-room papered, Mrs. Brown?" | "Yes, with one of those lovely, al-|i most plain papers the lecturer showed us. ceiling, cay't imagine what a relief it is to be have sent for some of that patent floor lit will be convenient to the sate and rid of that ugly, dark, big-figured paper. The room is so much more « When you think of CLEANING AND DYEING, think of PARKER'S Let us mail you our booklet of household helps we can render. _ RARKER'S DYE WORKS, LIMITED CLEANERS AND DYERS 791 Yonge Street cheerful, and it looks larger, for some reason. Come in and eee it." The empty room certainly offered an inviting beginning "Take off your what, Mrs. Simmons, and let us see what we can do the furniture. Don't you think this blue Scotch rug is pretty with the tan wall? I am so glad I got it, instead of that red Axminster Jones tried to sell m The floor looks pretty bad, doesn't it? I'd like to have a hard- wood border outside the rug now, so I covering and will have it fitted all around the edges, coming well under the rug, which lies in the centre. I chose a good wood color to look well with the blue rug and harmonize with the paper." They went back into the yard and Mrs. Brown stopped before a shabby, ,comfortable old sofa. "Are you use- ful? Yes. Are you beautiful? No-o, except that there is something beautiful in being so 'comfy.' I know --a fresh-looking slip cover will fix you. If I can fit covers to the whole family I guess I can do it for a piece of furniture. I'm just crazy to show what I can do with slip covers and fresh paint!" The two women carried the sofa in- side. "Now that old what-not is out of the way we can have the sofa be-- fore the big window, with my little sewing-table at this end. 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