Perfection the word "Ideal" in and Self-Filling Types. 'At Your Nearest Dealers. L. Waterman's Ideals write with equalled ease-and last alifetime. Cleanly with the Spoon Feed. globe. E. Waterman Company | Limited, Montreal ! /news in your face." ; un- Be sure you buy & Look for. Regular, Safety $2.50 to $50.00. Foolish Young Man a 9 \ Or, the Belle of the Season. 4 CHAPTER XXXI.--(Continued). Her eyes shone and a spot of color started to her cheeks. "You are glad?" Howard said, with a smile of sympathy that had something @f mockery in it, for your worldly cynic is always amused by worldliness in others. "Yes, I am glad; but not for my own sake. You think I am pining for a cor- onet? I do not care--it is for Stafford's sake that I am glad. Nothing is too good for him, no title too high!" 4 "D6 you think Stafford cares?" asked Howard. She flushed and her eyes fell before ry "No," she said, with qa deep sigh. "T do not think he cares. He seems quite indifferent. All the time Sir Stephen and I have been working----'" "Have you been working?" said Ho- ward, raising his eyebrows. She laughed a little wearily. "Indeed, yes. I have been--what do you men call it?--log-rolling for weeks. It is I who have found out what is wanted by the people who can help us, And it.is generally, always, in fact, | money. «Always money! I get 'tips' | from Sir Stephen and my father, and whisper it to the lords and ladies who have influence in the political drawing- rooms and clubs." "And Sir Stephen?" She laughed. "Eis task is much simpler and easier than mine. He just goes down to his political club and subscribes so many | thousand pounds towards the party ex- penses. The other night he gave them --but I must not tell the secrets of the Tories even to you, Mr. Howard. But it was a very large sum. Itis always done that way, isn't it?" "T suppose so," he assented. "It must be: for, come to think of it, a man isn't made a peer simply because he brews good beer; and a great many of our peers were and are brewers, you see. Oh, it's all right, it pans out very satis- factorily, as the miners say. And so Stafford will be the future------" 'Baron Highcliffe,' she said. Stephen owns some lan& there, and some of his people come there." Howard laughed. "TY see. Been there since they came over with the Conquerer. The Heralds' College will have no difficulty in finding | @ coat-of-arms. Something with a Kaf- fir and a railway in it." She smiled tolerantly. "You always make fun of everything, Mr. Howard. If only Stafford would care----" She sighed, and a moment afterwards her hand went to her lip with the ges- ture of a nervous school-girl She had heard Stafford's voice in the hall He} came in and greeted her 4gravely, and, Howard being present, merely took "Sir and-- from Stafford--do you ever remember that f am getting old?" Stafford laughed and looked at the handsome face affectionately and with the admiration and pride with which a son regards a good-looking father. "Yes; I suppose you must be nearly thirty, sir!" Sir Stephen laughed, at the retort. "Seriously, Staff! I'm older than you think, and--er. Ah, well, we're all mortal! Do you think you could oblige me in a little matter----" He paused. Stafford looked at him with a half smile. "Sounds as if you wanted to borrow money, sir. Anything I can do ss Sir Stephen laughed. "No; I'm not in want of money: but I'm in want of a daughter-in-law, of grandchildren to sit upon my knee # He laughed -gain, as if he were a little ashamed of the touch of sentiment. "Seriously, Staff, is there any reason for waiting? I know that the engage- ment is a short one; but--well, why should you and Maude not be happy? I ean make arrangements,' he went on, eagerly. 'There is 3rae Wood. ll make that over to you Z Brae Wood again! Stafford's grew set and impassive. -- Or there is that place I bought in Warwickshire. But, there! perhaps you and Maude would like to find a peace for yourselves. Very natural! Well, there's no difficulty! Come, Staff. Why delay! 'Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,' you know! Why shouldn't the marriage take place directly the House rises and we leave London?" Stafford turned away so that his fa- ther might not see the sudden pallor of his face. "T1--T'll speak to Maude, said, trying to make his tone if not enthusiastic. Sir Stephen laid his hand upon Staf- not ill-pleased face Sir," be cheerful, ae : : = ot ing all he knew to force congratulation, ¢ rejoicing, into his voice. : a Sir Stephen nodded, and smiled; his lips were: quivering. 2-2 2 SS -"Congratulations, Sir Stephen!" said aman, coming up. "I can see the good - "Not- Sir Stephen--Lord Highcliffe?' said another, correctingly. : Maude slid her arm in Stafford's, and stood, her lovely face flushed, her eyes sparkling, as she looked round. 4 "And no title has been more honor- ably gained," a voice s F "Or will be more nobly borne!" ed another. gone : Stafford, with all a man's hatred of fuss, and embarrassment in its pre- sence, drew nearer to his father. "Won't you come and sit down--dut of the crowd?" he added, in a low. voice. Sir Stephen nodded, and was moving. away--they made a kind of a lane for him--when a servant came up to him echo- he did so, Howard stepped forward quickly. "Take it into the study!" he said, al- most sharply to the man; then to Staf- ford he whispered: "Don't let him open it. It is bad news. Griffenberg has just told me--quick! Take it!" 3 But. before Stafford, in his surprise, /could take the cablegram, Sir Stephen had got it. He stood with his head erect the electric light falling on h'~ hand- some face; the embodiment of success. He opened the telegram with the smite still on his lips, and read the thing; then the crowd of staring--shall it be written, gaping ?--persons saw the smile fade slowly, the flushed face grow valer, Still paler, then livid. He tooked up and round him as if he were search- ing for a face, and his eyes, full of an- guish and terror, met Stafford's. | "Stafford--my boy!" he cried, in ac- eents of despair? ; Stafford sprang to him. "Pather--F am here!" he said, for Sir Stephen's' gaze grew vacant as if he had been stricken blind. The next moment he arms and, with a gasp, Stafford caught him as a cry of terror rose from the crowd which fell back as if suddenly awed by some dreadful presence; and forcing his way through it a famous doctor reached the father and son. There was a moment of awful sus- pense, then--the music sounded like a mockery in the silence--all knew, though not a word had been spoken, that the great Sir Stephen--pardon! the Right Honorable the Lord Highcliffe-- was dead. threw up 'his fell forward. CHAPTER XXXII. By a stroke, as of Heaven's lightning, the house of joy was turned into the house of mourning. : They bore the dead man to his room, plain and simple, even in that mansion of luxury; the guests departed, some of them flying as from a pestilence, some of them lingering with white and dazed faces and hushed whispers, and Staf- ford was left alone with his dead; for he had shut the door even upon Howard, who paced up and down outside, not daring to force his sympathy upon his beloved friend. 5 The morning papers gave a full ac- count of the 'grand ball, the announce- ment of Sir Stephen's peerage, and the sudden and tragic ending to a life which had been lived full in the public gaze, a life of struggle and success, which had been cut down at the very moment of extreme victory. They re- cited the man's marvellous career, and held it up to the admiration and emula- tion of his fellow Englishmen. They called him a pioneer, one who had added to the Empire, they hinted at a public funeral--and they all discreetly as- cribed his sudden death to the excite- ment of his last achlevement telling up- on a weak heart. Sir Stephen's precar- ious condition had been known, they said, to his medical adviser, who had for some time past tried to persuade him to relinquish his arduous and | nerve-racking occupations, and to take | repose. Not a word was said about the cable- ford's broad shoulder. "Thank you, my boy!" he said. are always good to me! Always! bless you, Staff!' His voice was husky, there was a moisture in his eyes which almost made Stafford's grow dim; then, with a swift return to his usual alert and sanguine manner, Sir Stephen withdrew his hands and swung round. "T must be off: Maude likes me to be in the room when the people come: and, by George! Staff, I find myself doing what she likes all the time!' His laugh rang out as he hurried with his brisk step from the room. He was at his post when the guests began to arrive; and not far from him stood Maude in the splendor of her beauty; not tremulous now, as Howard had seen her, but statuesque and calm, and gracious with a stately graciousness which was well suited to the coronet which all knew would some day glitter God her hand "You two conspiring as usual?" he} said, with a smile, with the smile which indicates a mind from which mirth has| been absent for some time "Yes," said Howard; "we have been plotting the cotillon and very properly | arranging that the prize shall go_ to the wisest, the nicest, and best-looking man in the room I need not tell you his name?" He spread his hand on his] heart, and bowed with mock compla-| eency. "And now I will go and find Sir | Stephen and get a cigarette before the battle begins. Au revoir." . | When he had gone, almost before the | door had closed on him, Maude moved) closer to Stafford, and with a mixture) of shyness and eagerness, put her arm on his arm. "How good of you to come so early!" she murmured, in the voice which only | a woman in love can use, and only when} she is addressing the man she loves. | "You did not come to Richmond? Never | mind! Stafford, you know that I do not wish to hamper or bind you, do you} not? Are you well?" she broke | off, scanning his face earnestly, anx- | jously. "Quite well," he responded. you ask, Maude?" "T thought you looked tired, that you have. looked so _ for weeks," she said, her eyes seeking fie shrugged his shoulders. | "T am quite well. The hot weather | makes one feel rather limp, At any rate, there is nothing else matter with me but a fit of laziness." "Ag if you were ever lazy:" | "phere is a large party to-night?" he. said, presently. Pa She nodded. "Ves, immense, we---I mean Sir Her eyes fell for dance with me ford?" "Ag many "Why do pale, some his. The biggest thing Stephen--has_ done." | a moment. "You will to-night---twice, Staf-,| times as you like, of) course," he said. "But I shall not get many opportunities. You will be too, much sought oe as usual." ne disadvantage of be-| She sighed. she said. "Twice, ' "That is ve ng engaged to you,' eats 3 and the eleventh = then. The second waltz." He nodded, and_ stood absent preoccupation in h she drew a little closer to him = still; and as her eyes dwelt on his 'face with, love's hunger in them, she whispered: "You have not kissed me yet, Staf-! ford." He bent and kissed her, 1 ; clung to his in that most awful of ap- peals, the craving, the prayer from the | goul that loves to the soul that refuses » in return. ely Gg : {f--if it were all over, | "Ah, Stafford, and we were away in the country some- | re?" "Why don't we g0?" absolute indifference to the social plots and schemes which were being' woven ih) is a - She laughed. on a little while! Sir Stephen wants a change; he is looking rather fagged-- "Tm: not surprised!" said Stafford. "Tt seems to me that my father rests neither night nor day------ \ "An, well, it will soon be over--per- haps before you expect," she said, smil- ing mysteriously. "Hush! Here he comes! You bad boy, you have spoilt | my hair'--she herself had disarranged it as she pressed against his breast. 'I must run away and have it put straight." ' Sir Stephen entered a moment after she had left the rom. He looked fagged to-night, as she had said; but his face lit up at) sight of Stafford. - : "An, my boy!' he exclaimed, holding Stafford's hand for a moment or two and scanning him: with his usual expres: | gion of pride and affection, We are going to have a big night: the greatest erush ished have had. Didn't I hear, Maude's. voice?' ea Stafford said that she had just gone' out. Sir Stephen nodded n.usingly, and glanced at Stafford's gr ane face. | "~ guppose the hurly-burly, will be. over presently," he said, "and we can) © down to the country. Where would' ou like to go?" 5 | Stafford shrugged his Sir Stephen eyed him rather sadly and! -anxiously. This indifference of Staf-| ford's was quite a new thing. | "Don't mind? What do you say to Brae Wood, then?" : ; iiaktores face flushed. ot there--Wouldn't it Bryndermere, sir? Why ay OF 4 ALL right. / Wherever you like, oy. We've still Glenfare place. -- x with the same is eyes; and | and her lips} shoulders, and, not Scot-! my ell go there. And, }of the other 'lost in t he asked, with. : +} head moved away. | ball-room. 'aware of that peculiar stir, that a be rather hot! j on the bronze-gold hair. Every now and then as the crowd increased her eyes wandered in search of Stafford, and she noticed that though he took | his part, did his duty, the listless, half- wearied expression was still on _ his face, and a pang shot through her. Was it possible that he was still thinking of that girl at 3ryndermere----? She thrust the thought, the sickening dread, from her and forced the conventional smile to her face. She danced the first dance with a popular duke who stood high in the Government, and a word or two he let drop: "Sir Stephen: a man worthy of the highest honors," made her heart. beat with anticipatory triumph. The»second waltz came, and well, with Stafford's arm round her, with her head almost pillowed on_ his shoulder she was happy, and her fears, her vague doubts and presentiments fell from her. "Ah, that was good," she said, with a sigh. 'Do not forget--the eleventh, dearest! Take me to the Prince--he is over there." She dropped a curtsey to his royal highness, and Stafford left her with him, As he made his way to the end of the room he saw Griffenberg and several financiers ina group as usual; and they were talking with even more than their ordinary enthusiasm and secretiveness. Griffenberg caught his arm as he was passing. ook the news, Mr. Orme?" he ask- ed. Ah, 'No, what is it?" said Stafford. Griffenberg smiled, but rather grave- be ly. "They say that the peerage will announced to-night." Stafford nodded. And Griffenberg, af- ter a stare at Stafford's impassive face which evinced no flush of exultation, glanced at the others curiously, seemed about to add something, then checked himself and turned away, and as Staf- ford went on, said in alow voice to Wirsch: "Do you t hink he has heard? Looked 'rather glum, didn't he?" The baron shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know. He's a shtrange shentle- man. He keeps himself .to himself | doesh Mishter Shtafford." Stafford went on, and at_one of the anterooms came upon Mr. Falconer. He we standing looking on at.the dancing with a grim countenance, and seemed thought; so much so that he was almost guilty of a start when Staf- ford spoke to him. "Yes! Great crowd, Just Father all right?" "Quite well, thanks," sald Stafford, rather surprised by the question. At that moment a servant brought a foreign cablegram to Falconer. Falconer -- it open, glanced at it, and went yale, "Anything the ford. Falconer curiously, come in? matter?' asked Staf- and his a looked at him fixedly then with'a shake of Stafford smoked and sauntered back to the He passed the group. of City men' again, and caught a word or two in the baron's gruff voice: "T want to know how we shtand! The plow will shmash him; but the rest of us--us who are in de shwim, If natives have risen------" But Stafford paid little heed----forgot the words as Soon ashe had heard them; and went in search of his part» ner. While he was. dancing, he was flutter and wave of excitement which 'agitates a crowd when something momentous is happening. He looked round and saw his father Standing in the centre of a group of persons, men and women, who all seemed excited. There was loud talking and sudden and spasmodic movements as.fresh auditors to «the restless group came up hurriedly and curiously "What cigarette, is the matter, Mr Orme?" ask- ed a girl with whom he was dancing 'As he spoke he saw Maude detach erself from the group and approach them. : eStatford--forgive me, Lady Blanche! but will you let him come to Sir Ste- hen: He has just heard news pha sy They followed her, and Sir Stephen, seeing Stafford, held out his hand. The old man was flushed"and his dark eyes sparkled. ee = 3 "Stafford!" he said, and his rich voice shook. "I have just heard--they have. ust brought me Ax 3 - He held up an_ official-looking paper red seal on the envelope. the prime minister--it is said Maude, in a, voice with the great "Tt is from the peerage," ot some years of the {thrilling with restrained triumph. "You | gram which had been delivered to him la few moments before his terribly sud- den death; for it was felt by all that nothing should be allowed to blur the ' glory of such a successful career-----for with a cablegram on a silver salver. As] L King Aibert of Belgium. The Jatest photograph of the fight- ing king. Hone] Tried Recipes. Minced Egg and Lettuce Sand- wiches.--.Mash hard 'boiled eggs with a little salt, paprika and a few drops of vinegar. Spread lib- erally on thin slices of 'bread and place a crisp lettuce leaf between. Bread may be buttered, but to be economical butter can be omitted. Mock Oyster Soup.--Ingredients : One Spanish onion, one cupful of diced celery, two cupfuls of diced potatoes, one tablespoontful of but- ter, salt and pepper to taste, milk as needed. Method: Use outer stalks of celery, reserving the hearts for table use. Skin and slice the onion, then place three first in- gredients in a saucepan and cover well with water. Cook until very tender, then rub through a sieve or fruit press. Add butter and as much milk as will render soup @ creamy consistency. Season to taste, then bring to boiling point. Hot Potato Salad with Bacon Dressing.--Ingredients: Three cup- fuls of diced potatoes, one table- spoonful of diced onions, three slices of bacon, four tablespoonfuls of vinegar, one teaspoonful of su- gar, salt and pepper to taste. Method--Cook onion and potatoes until tender, then drain. Cut ba- con into cubes, fry until a golden brown, then add vinegar and sugar. | the present, at any rate. There was no | need for an inquest; the great physician | |-who had been in attendance, quite vain- | lly, was prepared to certify the cause] of death, and Stafford's feelings were | spared thus far. Someone high in au- thority suggested_ the idea of a public] funeral, through Howard, whom alone } Stafford saw, but Stafford declined the honor, and the first Baron Highcliffe was carried to his last rest as quietly as circumstances would permit. = The Press, and the men of the City, with whom the dead man had worked, kept silence about the catastrophe that had happened until after the funeral; then rumors arose, at first in whispers and then more loudly, and paragraphs hinting at something wrongs with Lord Highcliffe's last. great scheme and call- ing for an inquiry. 8 (To be continued.) --k NORMAN ANGELL IN F RANCE. Tells of His Experience in That Sorely-Tried Country. the world's Norman Angell, London, has peace propagandist of been here in France, where he has been shut off from the outside world in a small village. Of his ex- periences he said: "Soldiers, soldiers everywhere. It was impossible to get away from them. I was living cheek by jowl with them, occasionally sharing their food, sitting round the camp |fires and discussing the war and | politics. The contrast between Eng- land and France as regards the sit- uation is striking. "Tm France there is not a family that has not suffered privation, ruin, or loss of a member, mostly the breadwinner. The checks of wealthy persons remain uncashed. Someone goes to Paris with the intention of returning home the next day, and is swallowed up. A week passes, and nothing is heard of him. We are told that the train service' is - still excellent, which means that a four hours' journey 1s accomplished with luck in 16 or 20 hours." Angell recited some of the ru- mors eurrent daily. "Your local paper tells," he said, "quite seriously that the Russians have entered Berlin and that Pots- dam Palace is in ruins. Then you get dark hints that whole French regiments are demoralized and that officers and men have been execut- ed by scores with a distinguished general thrown in. "German spies are 'arrested everywhere. Advertisements are being ruthlessly pulled down by the town officials on the ground that they contain some subtle form of | German espionage. aa : \ «Vet the soldiers with whom you | hobnob are models of good humor} and kindliness. Sometimes they are the most unmilitary of ~mili-j taires, good, honest,' bourgeois, running to fat and a partiality for sleep after meals. But the moment they hear of German barbarities ithey become inflamed and pray for a chance to avenge them."' : SRE See Quite Safe. a An American clergyman was once holding a service near an Indian village camp, qs belongings were scattered about in one of the lodges, and when he was go.nk out he asked thé chief if it was safe to Jeave them there while he went to the village to hold .a_ service. "Yes," the chief answered, "quite safe. Theré is nob a white man 922 within a hundred miles! Shop girls in New York city ") congratulate you, sir," he said, try- number over 100,000. Season salad to taste, then pour the dressing over. Toss up well and serve thot. Fresh Rolls.--Easy Method.--In- gredients for sponge: One and one- half cupfuls of sifted flour, one tea- spoonful of 'butter, one-half tea- spoonful of salt, one teaspoonful of sugar, one small cake of dissolved yeast, one cupful of warm milk and water. Method: Rub the 'butter and salt into the flour, add sugar to dissolved yeast, then add to liquid. Beat this imto the flour, then cover and set aside about two hours or until light and full of bubbles. Now beat in one and one- half more cupfuls of sifted flour and beat hard. Cover and let raise un- til double in bulk, then divide into greased roll or gem pans, filling two-thirds full. Let stand half an hour, then bake. 2an Baked Pears or Apples.-- Method: Pare, half and core the fruit, pack close together in a deep pudding dish, sifting sugar over each layer. Cover at first, then bake in open dish until tender and slightly browned. 'This is good either hot or cold. Corn. Souffle.--Made of left-over corn on the edb. Method: Serape the kernels from the cob, season slightly 'with salt and pepper. To two cupfuls of corn add one cupful of milk and one egg well 'beaten. Mix thoroughly and bake in a pan of water in moderate oven until the souffle is set. To be eaten at once. Lima Bean Salad.--Young lima beans cooked slowly twenty min- utes in boiling water. Drain. Dry in napkin. Season. Keep on ice until ready to serve in bowl lined with crisp lettuce. Sprinkle with one tablespoonful finely chopped mint; pour over dressing mixed of one-half teaspoon each salt and cel- ery seed, one saltspoon white pep- pr, one teaspoon Worcestershire sauce, four tablespoons olive oil, one tablespoon vinegar added last. Cucumber Chutney -- The cucum- 'bers should be ripe, chopped very fine, put in a cloth and all the wa- ter squeezed out. To a dozen lange cucr bers, peeled and seeds scrap- ed out before chopping, allow" six large onions, six green and red peppers, some celery, all chopped to a pulp, salt, a little sugar and vinegar. Raisins, chopped 'very fine, may be added also. Household Hints. Be sure to boil soda in the coffee pot once a week. -- Squeaking shoes may. sometimes be silenced by rubbing with oil. Lace continually cleaned with gasoline or naphtha will turn yel- low quick]... } Tron the button side of a waist on a folded bath towel, buttons turn- ed downward, It will prevent' them from breaking. When serving hot bread or pas- try of any kind use hot plates: The most delicious pastry can . become soggy when served on cold, plates. - Paint can be removed from cloth- ing by saturating the spots two or three times with equal pads of aminonia and tufpentine then wash out in soap jane : ee Tea is used for giving laces an atitique tint; coffee for ecru, Use both in clean, strong' solutions and rinse in clean water till the shade desired is reached. | ine fold and silver jewelry may be washed "in a cupful of warm water with a teaspoonful of amonia in it. Dry with soft cloth and polish | with chamois leather. Place new gloves between the folds of a damp u 'before being worn. They are muca} easier to put on; the damp makes | | the kid more pliable. 'Cabbage should never be boiled come soft and dark colored. : Lamib, if fresh should be of a bright red color, with white fat. It should be used within three days after killing. It is unwholesome if not thoroughily cooked. Kitchen utensils may be kept clean and white by rubbing with soap and lukewarm water to which is added a_ little common soda or household am- monia. ' After embroidered sheets and pil- monogram may material. and makes them perfectly white. Kerosene will do the of the cleansers on the is much less expensive for the oiled floors. Curtains or stair water and placed in very hot water, in which a goodly kerosine has been poured. When cleaning in gasoline, the container out of doors and use white soap would take the color out. during the summer. as fresh milk, and is always more fresh. re ecaatant ae THE FIGHTING FRENCH. to Arms When France Is Threatened. Rush nation. the Americans, and the cadent," says the Beaumont, Texas, Enterprise. suited, ing the same thing. seriously as we do. waiter. ministration of daw, pear to any enlightened nation. We are thorrified because French are a shade franker social. vices than we are, rate is said to be decreasing. say the nation is decadent. Wiords- worth said it in verse more than a century ago. He found the French decadent in everything. "But what fighters they are! How these Frenchmen rush to arms when 'their beloved France is threatened! And what glorious fighters they are, especially on the offensive. "That French drummer boy who told Napoleon that he had never learned to beat the retreat, but thait he could beat a charge that would wake tthe dead, was a typical French soldier, "In this war the French have rushed to arms just as they always have when their country was invad- ed these thousand years. 'All classes of men have joined the colors, from the peasantry to the ancient nobility; from the day laborer to the banker; from the cook to the judge on the bench. "Even those socialists who are opposed to nationalism have not waited to be conscripted. They have joined tho colors voluntarily.' Such men as Gustave Herve, the anti-militarist, who is said to have spent eleven years of his life in pri- son because of his opposition to 'militarism, has shouldered a. rifle. Statesmen, former Cabinet Minis- ters, artists, financiers, leaders -of fashion are fighting in the ranks, and they are fighting as Freachmen have fought from the dawn, of his- tory. "Mhe world loves a good fighter. The highbrows may avgue out that the French nation is decadent mor- ally, physically and. intellectually, but the manner in which the French are maintaining their glorious tra- ditions in war does not bear out the theory that the nation has re- trograded in- virility and in stam- ina-"' Gites at A Mean Offer. First Maid--That rich young fel- Jer that's courtin' 'Miss Ethel is awful stingy. Second Ditto--What makes you think sol 'First---Why, I heard him say to her: "A-penny for your thoughts," and he a millionaire, mind you. "You mustn't give up hope like this," said the doctor. "Cheer up and you will recover. Some years ago I had exactly the same aed tient gloomily, 'but you didn't have the same doctor.'" -- towel for an hour Jonger than 20 minutes, for when | the time is lengthened, the leaves lose their tender crispness and be- made of wood | A lump of soda dissolved in a lit- tle hot water and added to the blu- ing water on wash day prevents the bluing from settling in the clothes work of any market and . It is excel- lent for cleaning the tub and tiling in the bathroom and equally good linens to be washed should first be laid in cold water, then wrung from the cold allowance of set with material and gasoline in a tub of boiling water soap and a brush in the process, unless Many housewives find it conveni- ent as well as 'healthful to substi- tute a good brand of condensed milk for cooking purposes for use In most cases it answers the purpose jusb.as well healthful than milk not perfectly Beloved "For centuries it has been one of the characteristics of Anglo-Saxons to affect to despise the French as a It has never been fashion- able nor safe to despise a French- man to his face, but the British, Germans have for generations affected to be- lieve that the French people are de- 'Their attitude toward our par- ticular brand of religion has never for it is, an Anglo-Saxon trait to worship God according to the dictates of our own consciences and to keep everybody else from do- We do not like French politics, because the French do not seem to take their polities as We sneer at French politeness, which we say re- minds us of the manners of a head We quarrel with their ad- i which seems trivial to us, forgetting how atro- cious our legal procedure must ap- the but probably no more rotten in their We are shocked because the French birth We Akt : BAKING 'CANADA -- : . 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If ever there was aa instance of "muddling along' through decades and even centuries, taking things for granted, avoiding issues, ex- temporizing expedients, and work- ing always for the object immediate- ly in view, with scant reference to any principle of outward consist- ency, it is supplied by. the history of the making of the British Em- pire. This is a strange gathering together of Crown 'Colonies, Do- minions, Protectorates, a Common- wealth, Dependencies--and India. India is directly ruled by the Crown. Jersey, Guernsey, and the Isle of Man are governed under their own laws, 'but certain of- ficials are appointed-by the Crown. Canada and Australia are 'both self-governing, but the Senators in Canada are appointed by the Gov- ernor-General, while those of Aus- tralia are elected. There is a Sec- retary of State for India in the King's cabinet. And all gradations of self-government may be founc in the more than ninety units of the British Empire. This fearful and wonderful fab- ric has no central body, There is no 'Bundesrath"? or Imperial (Council. No collective action of its units is mossible. The relation to them of the Mother Country is illogical, ill-defined. To the foreign- er accustomed to the federation of the American States or of the units of the German Empire the Govern- ment dooks planless and ineffective. All of which is preliminary to the observation that there is not at the present moment any more effective institution in the whole world of political fabrics than the British Empire. Whatever its machinery lacks appears to be supplied by its spirit. The defects of its body are made up for by the unity of its soul. The fact cannot be gainsaid that England, who does not begin to be as logical as Germany or as Syis- tematic as France in matters of government, has nevertheless the knack of making men step out of their own free will to die in her de- fence. She has the gift of keeping alive, across tumbling seas, round half a world, the undying bond that unites the heart to home. She 'has shown herself indifferent to the pos- session of taxing power over her colonies--but what matters it? These colonies willingly tax them- ERIA An Editorial in the St. Louis Republic. ROMOMOMNOMOMOMOMON OM ONOMOLOMOHOMOMOM selves to send her their sons seize their rifles in time of strife to go to her aid. the wisdom to train and guide the swarthy children and even the hat they put their between enemies. of an Empire which is an of 'the philosophy of politics is all wrong, but for which the costliest things within the gift of man are poured out without stint, we are moved to wonder whether this is a prophecy of the future. the coming days make more of the spirit and less of the machine ? Will they reck less of constitutions and' bills of rights and fabrics of gov- ernment and more of the invisible things which touch the soul ? grade a high theme ; plum pudding holds the key to the mystery. warships She of foes alien of yestery living bo England and Engla As we contemplate this wor Km Empire spirit, an Will the States We do not want to seem to English plum pudding never and has races, ear, dies nd's She has a fearfully mud- died theory of government, but her practice of government lays on the deepest things in the soul of man. hold rder pire whose of de- but English Saw the day when it was worth the eat- it T : ing. It is soggy; itis greasy; it is flavorless; it tastes like the roller composition, compact of glue and molasses, which every country prin- ter knows. It is unworthy of.the good fruit spoiled. in its making, and the good spirit burned beneath it when it is brought to the Ohrist- mas board. It will not compare with the dark suet pudding of Mis- souri, Yet English plum pudding is eaten on Christmas not only from Land's End to John o' Groat's House, but in Manitoba, in Khar- toum, in the sides of the Himalay- as, under the orange groves of New Zealand. where December is June, and in the blistering humid- ity of «the Straits Settlements. Why? We cannot tell. But eaten it is. And English hearts, from Lon- don to Melbourne and back again answer to the strains of "God rest you, merry gentlemen," and Eng- lish eyes grow dim with happy tears. The British Empire is unscien- tific. It is unreasonable. But it is mighty, with the greatness of the soul, A Three Year Old. "Mother," said a three-year-old girl, 'I don't think you know much about bringing up children, do you?' "What makes you think that, dear?' 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