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t \iâ€" y s P uj her face, and h £vnorin¢liko Qchflde’:. "Poor child!" he thought, compasâ€" sionately ; "she has a sorrow to grieve over as well as I;" and he stepped softly, almost fearing to intrude upon the sacredness of her grief, yet loath to turn back again, for something drew him irresistibly to her side. The soft echo of his footstep in the But while she propounded these unâ€" easy questions to herself, our hero was striding across the park and lanes and fields toward the Abbey ruins, every other thought swallowed up in the intense longing to see Leonora again. His heart beat heavily as he came in sight of her, at last, sitting nlonLtho bJroen graves, as he had non r ore, but* not sketching -iliy. now, for her drawing materâ€" lals lay beside her on the grass, and her head was bowed on her arm, her face hidden from sight on her black gleoue. s . mal "Where is she now?" he asked, eagerly, and Mrs. West reY‘Iied: "She has gone over to the Abbey ruins to make a sketch this morning." "Thank you," he said, and hurried eut of the room with such precirit- my that the good soul stared after in amazement and consternation. "Dear me! what has that poor child done now?" she thought, nervously. "It is a pity she ever came to Lanâ€" caster Park. She has but a sorry time of it here. I almost wish she had accepted Lieutenant De Vere. It would have been such a grand match for her, and she is too bright and rretty to remain in my station oi ife. I wonder what Lord Lancaster can want with her. Is he going ‘tio sc’old her for anything she has one ?" "Oh, yes, so I shall," she answered; "but she is not gone there yet. I did not mean that. She will be here this evening." _ _ l "Leonora?" she said, with some surprise. "Oh, dear! I am very sorry, but she is not here;" and she wondered at the sudden paleness that overspread his face. I A "Not here?" he stammered. "Is she gone, then? I thoughtâ€"I underâ€" stood that you would go with her to America." "I have just entered it," he replied "Do not let me disturb you, Mrs West. I came to see your niece." He went straiiht to the housekeepâ€" er‘s room, and he found Mrs. West sitting alone in the little sittingâ€"room, going over her accountâ€"book with a pen and ink. She rose in some perâ€" turbation at the unexpected sight of the master of Lancaster Park. "I did not know {ou were in the house, my lord," she said. . §=.; He thought himself very fortunate that when ho crossed the grounds of Lancaster and entered the house, no one saw him. It was just what he wished. "I should like to see the man who was so cold and hard that he could not love her," he said to himself. "He must be a stock or a stone indeed. Poor little Leonora! I will go down to Lancaster and bid her goodâ€"bye and godâ€"speed on her homeward way. There can be no harm in that. I must see her once more, or I shall go mad with longing for her sweet, fair face and her soft voice. So in the first heat of sweltering July he went down to Lancaster Park, intent on sating his restless }min with one last look at the beloved ace. near for her departure to America a strange longing took possession of him. He yearned to see the living face of the girl once more, before t.hol wild waves of the blue Atlantic divid-| ed them forever as widely as if she | were in her grave and he in his. Hei had no longer any bitterness or anâ€"| ger toward her in his heart since he‘ had learned of that sweet sorrow hidden in her young breastâ€"a sorrowl akin to his own. | Then came De Vere with hisl strange stor{. Now indeed all was ended, thought the hopeless lover. She was going away, and he would never even see her again, this brightâ€" eyed, soft-voic.ed girl who had stolen| into his heart‘ almost unawares, who | had been so cruel to him, who had| go lightly scorned him, and yet whom he loved with all the strong passion | of his young manhood. Once or twice De Vere reiterated his advice that he should flo home and marr{ Lady Adela, but ncuter' only laughed miserably in his face. "What, with my heart and _ soul full of another woman?" he said, bitâ€" terly. "No, I can not do that much injustice to beautiful Lady Adela. I respect her too much." Go where he would, do what he might, the face he loved was ever befor his fancy. As the time drew In short, our hero was in a most -uflzm and intractable mood. His heart was sorely wounded, for he had loved Leonora ‘with all the strength and passion of a noble nature. His sorrow for a time completely masterâ€" ed him. He said to himself that he could not bear to go back now. He must wait a little longer. CHAPTER XXXVIILâ€"(Cont‘d) startled her. She looked up r with a low cry. He saw tears er face, and her rosy lips were CHAPTER XXXIX The Lady of Lancaster ; Or, Leonora West‘s Love. c teP o â€" d C# f C 7.7 ".' * ,’ "«def ~7 can depend on getting it in " ‘, o . o ; es ol || i0 FEprsai Pa t k Aime mes 2 € * We |_ _ "My darling!" he cried, and caught her in his arms and 'Y_;"essed her to | his beating heart. "Then why have | you been so cruel to me all the time?" |_ "Is it possible you do not know?" ‘he asked; and then he saw that her | eyes were shining with ho%e, and her whole graceful form trembling. _ "But will you never regret that you chose me instead of Lady Adela and your aunt‘s fortune? Can you bear poverty for my sake?" _ $ "No, not a penny, I am sure. But we can do without it, can we not love?" he asked, fondly. i "Lady Lancaster will be very anâ€" Ery with us, will she not?" asked eonora, Ilttinr her head from his breast, where it had been resting a few silent, happy moments. "I have no doubt she will," he reâ€" glied. with sug‘reme indifference to is aunt‘s wrath. "She will not give you any of her money, I suppose?" pursued the girl. "And I with you," she answered, glowing with happy blushes. â€" | _ "No; you were right not to give the hand while your heart was <~anâ€" |other's," he said, bending down _ to look into her face that su denl(i' grew burning crimson as she crie out, | sharply: _ * He took the small hands again into his, and she did not offer to take them WY : >> . "I will make a comYact with you, Leonora," he said. "If I tell you whom I love, will you then tell me to whom you have given your heart?" _ *Yes, I will tell you," she replied, with a soft, sweet laug‘!.r "Listen then," he said. "I have been in love with you, Leonora, ever ;&nc; that first day I saw you in New ork." victim to its J)angs. W you love, Lord Lancaster She looked at him with a new, strange light in her soft eyes that made his heart beat tumultuously. "Yes, I have heard of it," she said; "but I did not know that you were a victim to its pangs. Who is it that "I am fleeing from that misery that the roet has put into immortal dogâ€" gerel," he said. "Have you never heard of it, Leonora? The pain which is "*Of all the pains the greatest pain To love and not be loved again?‘" He started and looked at her keenâ€" ly. Was it J)ossible that she did not guess? Had she misunderstood him all along? His heart beat with a sudden hope. _ 4 "Yes, because I can not understand at all why you are going to India. What Pain is it you are running away from ?" £ "Can you ask me why?" he asked, bitterly. . Â¥ : ed "I am not her intended husband," be answered. "Do {ou think I am less noble than you, Leonora? that I could wrong any one b‘y giving my hand without my heart? No, I do not love Lady Adela, and I can never be her husband. Do you know what I was doing up in London, child?" shawly: "Why do you say that? How dare you? Has Lieutenant De Vere told youâ€"" _ i "Yes, he has told me that you would not marry him because you loved anâ€" other. He is a thrice happy man, who ever he may be, Leonora. How much I envy him I need not say," he said, earnestly, carried away by the pasâ€" sion that filled him. "You! Lady Adela‘s intended husâ€" band!" she said, bitterly. _ _ _ She looked at him with her grayâ€" blue eyes full of wonder. She pulled her amay. a sls cnt. "Yes, I refused him. Was it worth my while," with a stinging scorn in her voice, "to sell my body and soul for paltry gold?" _ away?" she asked. “ges; I saw De Vere in town. He told me," he answered; and a pretty blush crept into her cheeks, and her lashes fell. "And so," he went on, half smiling, "you refused my friend, in spite of all my advice to the conâ€" trary1".. . /"_. «e".. ~ > tni,..3 She was so taken by surprise for a moment that she forgot to draw away the hands he caught daringly in his. She looked up at him, and said, with a catch in her breath: "I thought you were in London." "So I was until to-da{; but I came down to bid {ou iood- ye," he anâ€" swered, feasting his hun%ry eyes unrestrainedly on the pale beauty of her lifted face. "Then you knew that I was going "Leonora!" he cried, and knelt down impulsively by her side. "How should I know ?" she answerâ€" CANADA SUGAR REFINING CO., LIMITED, . MONTREAL ie it C edeaeeinence c Pe iin onl 1c 2â€"Ib. and 5â€"Ib. Sealed Cartons. 10, 20, 50 and 100â€"lb. Cloth Bags. "Canada‘s favorite Sugar _ never regret anything, and CHAPTER XL for three Generations" hands suddenly 99 MA e oo P n S o eOvet at CuP NUUSC, "I did not exactly let you," she Dollieâ€""We don‘t need one. We Said. @You see, you all took it for dot a piano." 1ql-unted, hand lla dw]l not contr;dicti it, or," with a shy glance into her lovâ€" i er‘s face, "I wanted to see if any one| Over half the newspapers P‘fbh’h' would love me for myself alone, and ed in the world are printed in the I am richly rewarded; for English language. " ‘He does not love me for my birth, w Nor for my lands so broad and There are 1,369 Austrians and Hunâ€" He lov::‘;:e for my own true worth,| Earians, 1,027 Germans, â€" and 592 n thnt io wellâ€"s n ‘, Turks in the French Army. â€" â€" â€"_ "Yes, dear aunt," cried the girl, dauntlessly, "I am not the poor, deâ€" pendent girl you and every one else thought me. My father made his forâ€" tune in California. He was very wealthy, and he left me his whole fortune, with the exception of a legâ€" acy to yourself that will keeg you Â¥n luxury all your life." "But why did you let us think that you were poor, my dear?" exclaimed the good soul. Leonora laughed gayly, in spite of hell"'enjo;ljny’s angry, wondering face. are." "Oh, Leonora!" cried her aunt, disâ€" mayed. _ "I hope, Lady Lancaster, that neiâ€" ther myself, my husband, nor my children may be reduced to the dire necessity you anticipate. I shall perâ€" suade Cagtain Lancaster to leave the army and live at Lancaster Park. He can well afford to do so without your money, for I am as rich as you An indignant retort rose to the young man‘s lips, but before he could speak Leonora‘s sweet, clear voice rang out upon the silence: "Then hear me, you blind, besotted fool! You think you have played me a fine trick, but I‘ll have my revenge, be sure of that! Not a dollar of my money shall ever go to you! I will leave it all to the next of kin. And you, Clive Lancaster, may go on earnâ€" ing your beggarly pittance in the army, and your wife may take in solâ€" diers‘ washing, and your _ children starve or beg, ‘)ut I will never throw you a crust to keep you from starving nor a rag to keep you from freezing!" all your future prospects for this lowâ€"born and penniless girl?" cried my lady, growing purple in the face and actually foaming at the lips with "I have sacrificed nothing, and I have secured my future happiness by my betrothal," Lord Lancaster anâ€" swered, proudly. i j The old lady stared at him speechâ€" less with rage for a few seconds, then she struck her cane violently upon the floor again, and burst out with concentrated wrath: "The Lady of Lancaster! What! do you mean that you have sacrificed fury "Perhaps }'ou will speak more reâ€" spectfully of Miss West when I tell you that she is my promised wife, and the future Lady of Lancaster," her nephew answered, sternly. _ ____ _ _ tinent minx into my presence?" #Dorhane wan urll anaole munus They opened the door and entered. My lady stared at the pair in horror for a moment, then she rose majesticâ€" ally to her feet and struck her goldâ€" headed cane upon the floor with a reâ€" sounding thump. 3 z "So you are come home at last!" she cried. "But what does this mean ? Why have you brought this imperâ€" So they went back to the house, and Lancaster led his love to the liâ€" brary, where one of the servants had told him Lady Lancaster was sitting with Mrs. West, going over the houseâ€" keeping books of the latter. "I am going to take you home now, Leonora, and present you to Lady Lancaster as my promised wife. Are you willing, my darling?" "I have no objection," she answerâ€" ed, for Leonora, being but human, thought she would rather enjoy this triumph over her enemy. _ _ _ And then he adds, with a sterner light in his handsome blue eyes: "When may I come after you, then, my darling? In September?" "Oh, dear, no!" "October ?" "No, indeedâ€"that is, I will ask Aurt West," remurely. "I shall not wait a day longer than October, miss. Do you hear that?" he says, laughing, but in eamest, for he says to himself, thoughtful{%, ‘The darling has no one but Mrs. West to take care of her, and the sooner she ;]s married and settled, the better for er." "You begin to play the tyrant soon," laughs the happy betrothed. "In revenge for the way you have treated me all this while," he reâ€" plies. _ _ ; % & "That will be in a very short whilg, then. But why go at all, darling? Couldn‘t we be married right away ?" "Without my trousseau? No, sir thank you. Besides, my aunt and i have some business to attend to in New York, and I want her to see my native land and alppreciate "When may come _: "She will leave the Park toâ€"morâ€" row. We are goinfi to London for a week, then we sail for New York," said Leonora. "Is my bride going to leave me so "Yes; but she will come back when you come to New York for her," anâ€" swglred Leonora, with a blush and a smile. Then indeed he winced, but only for a moment, and he answered, bravely: "She belongs to you, Leonora, and she is, besides, a goo«i and â€" worthy woman. I shall not be ashamed of her, but she must not serve at the Park any more; she shall be raised to a position befitting the aunt of the future Lady Lancaster." soon for the rest I shall never know that I am poor. Having you, my darling, I shall always deem myself rich," he answered, fondly caressing her. _"And you will never be ashamed of me?" anxiously. "Never, my darling." "Nor of poor Aunt West, who is only the housekeeper at Lancaster Park?" 91 e whispered, fondly. reciate it." h ome after you, In September ?" 6e Kid Talk. Bessieâ€""We‘s :dot a new baby up at our house." â€""I suppose," replied Mr. Simpkins, "the poor old man had become too feeble to hold out any longer." Smithkinsâ€""Upon my soul, you reâ€" mind me of my little nephew." Tailorâ€""I do? Why?" Smithkinsâ€""Because you ask quesâ€" tions that, for the life of me, I can‘t answer!" "A couple," said Mrs. Simpkins, "got married a few days ago after a courtship which had lasted fifty _ "His impressions might be summed up in thisâ€"the most intense admiraâ€" tion for the bravery of their soldiers, the most intense admiration for the devotion of the nurses and doctors and chaplains, and great thankfulness for the quiet confidence of their leadâ€" ers. Give John French men and muâ€" nitions, and John French will give you victory and peace. (Loud cheers). Through War to Peace. "He ventured to give to a great gathering of soldiers which he had attended the message to remember that there was only one way to peace. It was through the bloodâ€"stained path of war. They were the peacemakers, and the Master had said, ‘Blessed are the peacemakers.‘ He shed his blood for the peace of the world. ‘These soldiers were also giving their lives, and they had a humble right to claim their share in that promise." Tailorâ€""When will you pay me that bill?" "At Ypres four shells had been dropped on the partyâ€"three ordinary ones, said an officer, for the soldiers, and a high explosive one for the Scots Moderator. "He had addressed a thousand men ready to go straight to battleâ€"men of their Scottish regiments. ‘May the blessing of God be with you as it was with your fathers. I bless you in the name of the Lord.‘ And as they marched off there gwas a lull for a moment, and a quiet man in khaki standing by said, with a clear ring in his voice, ‘Remember Belgium.‘ It was the most eloquent speech he had ever heard." Brave and Uncomplaining. "The British soldier was the most wonderful man on earth at this moâ€" ment. In peace he was the most cheerful of souls, in suffering uncomâ€" plaining, in death brave and simple and calm. "He had met Sir John French in days of peace; he had stood beside him at the opening of a little church hall when they were singing together from the Scottish paraphrases; he met the little quiet man some months later in the middle of a political criâ€" sis, when he said he had had the worst twentyâ€"four hours of his life. (Callander and the Curragh). Since then many twentyâ€"four hours had passed, and the man he saw that day of his interview was the same quiet man, but transfigured, bright, clean, confident, the perfect picture of the ‘happy warrior.‘ He stood for the core and the brain of the British army, and theâ€" core and the brain were sound. Dr. McClymont, convener of the Army and Navy Chaplain‘s Commitâ€" teeâ€"himself the hardest working of chaplainsâ€"gave in his report, showâ€" ing that seventyâ€"one Presbyterian chaplains were on service at the front, of whom thirtyâ€"six were minisâ€" ters of the Church of Scotland. There had been an extraordinary deâ€" sire on the part of our ministers to serve in one capacity or anotherf, because the war had made such a treâ€" mendous appeal to the national conâ€" science and the national honor, and they had had many testimonies to the efficiency and acceptability of their Scottish chaplains. The "Happy Warrior." Here are some of the most telling sentences in Dr. Williamson‘s oration: A Great Scottish Preacher and His Impressions of Thomas Atkins. To fill a church on Sunday that is usually empty is a great enough triâ€" bute to the preacher‘s power; but to fill the, General Assembly of the Church of bcqtla_nd_ on a Saturday forenoon, when it is invariably empty, is a triâ€" bute greater still. And that was Dr. Wallace Williamson‘s triumph, for it had gone abroad that he was to tell of his experiences at the front, from which he had just returned the day the Assembly opened. IS A MOST WONDERFUL MAN GREAT TRIBUTE TO THE BRIâ€" TISH SOLDIER. But her spleen and venom passed gnrmlessl{omd unheeded ovef the eads of Lord Lancaster and his fair Leonora, for, in the farâ€"famed lanâ€" guage of the storyâ€"book, "they were married and live happily ever afterâ€" h L.’Jy lnr bfihnt triunph._- h”but shé er for was pom&a to do anything but r.e.“'-”,gd"“fim the woue se went "fo scene her dower house, where she actually family. her dower house, where she actually tdo&od a scoin of the house of Lanâ€" cas th“d m&de lh.i;a thebl;:ir to hg Wealth; was young marry 'tf:t ear?_s daughter, " so the Remember Belgium. He Succumbed. never had that honor in the He Didn‘t Pay. THE END TORONTO A ginger ale and cold tea punch is a novel drink that is very good. Sweeten half a pitcher of cold tea, add the juice of a lemon and several sprigs of mint.â€" Keep on ice, and zt Grape juice and lemonade makes a good combination, and ice cold grape juice and vichyâ€"makes a very refreshâ€" ing drink. Grape juice and limes make one of the most deliciously cooling of sumâ€" mer drinks. Pour into a tall glass three or four fingers of grape juice, add the juice of two limes and a slice of peel; fill the glass with water to tasteâ€"a sparkling water is preferâ€" ableâ€"and serve ice cold. Grape juice is an excellent foundaâ€"‘ tion for a variety of delicious drinks ‘ and has the advantage of being healthful. It is much more econoâ€"| mical to put up your own grape juice ‘ each year, but if you have not done‘ this a case of small bottles does not come high. { However, it is often difficult to think of a variety of soft drinks, and one is apt to fall back on the old standbysâ€"cold tea ard lemongde. Here are a few suggestions to help out the housekeeper. Drinks for Hot Weather. ‘The first warm days are apt to bring with them a loss of appetite and an increase of thirst. So cool drinks served with luncheon, or in place of afternoon tea, are very acâ€" ceptable. Butterless, Eggless, Milkless Cake. â€"This is excellent in spite of its economy. It is made by boiling toâ€" gether for five minutes one cupful each of sugar and water, two cupfuls of raisins, oneâ€"third cupful of lard, oneâ€"third teaspoonful each of powderâ€" ed cloves and nutmeg, one teaspoonâ€" ful of powdered cinnamon and a pinch of salt. This must boil five minutes after it begins to bubble. Let cool and add one tablespoonful of soda dissolved in a little warm water and two cupfuls of flour sifted with oneâ€"half teaspoonful of baking powâ€" der. Bake in shallow tin, as the finished sheet of cake should not be more than one and oneâ€"half inches thick. Bake threeâ€"quarters of an hour in very slow oven. Celery in Butter Sauce. â€" Wash three bunches of celery and cut in good size pieces. Boil in salted waâ€" ter until tender and drain. Beat the yolks of four eggs and add oneâ€"half cupful of the cooled water in which the celery was cooked. Season with two tablespoonfuls of lemon juice, oneâ€"half teaspoon salt and a dash of cayenne. Cook in a double boiler unâ€" til thick and add oneâ€"half cupful of butterâ€"using a little at a time. Arâ€" range the celery on a hot dish and cover with the sauce. Cream Sponge.â€"Dissolve one and a half tablespoonfuls of granulated gelatin in two tablespoonfuls _ cold water. Beat in two cupfuls cream until stiff. Fold in oneâ€"half cupful powdered sugar. Add the gelatin and beat a few minutes until well mixed. Flavor with a teaspoonful of vanilla. Turn into a mold and set in ice box until cold. Creamed Ham.â€"Chop fine â€" one cupful of ham and mix in four tableâ€" spoonfuls of grated cheese. Melt one and a half tablespoonfuls butter and blend with equal amount of flour. Put in a pan and stir slowly a cupâ€" ful and a half sweet milk. Season with a little salt and pepper. Lay in the ham and stir until the cheese is melted. Potato Soup.â€"Pare four raw potaâ€" toes and cut in cubes. Add water to fill the pan or chafing dish. Cook unâ€" til the potatoes are soft. Put in a few slices of onion, season with salt and pepper. Strain before serving. Waldorf Salad.â€"Peel and slice two large apples. Cut into dice. Use the same amount of celery and add a handful of walnut meats chopped fine. Pour over a rich mayonnaise dressâ€" ing and serve in a large punch bowl garnished with lettuce leaves. Banana Pie.â€"Mix one egg and the yoik of another. Add one cupful of sugar, two tablespoonfuls flour, a litâ€" tle butter, a scant cupful milk and a banana mashed fine. Bake in one crust and use white of egg for frostâ€" ing on top. Helene Dutricu is probably the only woman aviator who has participatâ€" FRENCH WOMAN AVIATOR WAS | CHASEDBY A TAUBE AIRSHIP ed in the present war. Her acroplane was chased in misâ€"air by a German Taube. This woman took part in the aerial defence of Paris, but she is now in the United States. m About the Household Dainty Dishes. |__Of the British soldier she says: |"After nine months of war the British 1army is as smart, in a military sense, as tidyâ€"if it will forgivg me the wordâ€"as well ordered, as efficiently cared for, as the German army was in the beginning. Partlly this is due to its splendid equipment. Mostly it is | due to that fetich of the British solâ€" dierâ€"wherever he may beâ€"personal neatness. _ Behind the lines he is jaunty, cheerful, smart beyond belief. He hates the trenches, not because they are dangerous or monotonous, lbut because it is difficult to take a ; bath in them. He is four days in and four days out. On his days out he drills and marches to get back into !condition after the forced inertion of the trenches. And he gets his hair trimmed. There is something about the appearance of the British soldier {in the field that got me by the throat. |Perhaps, because they are, in a sense, piputdvinuas. bus btriuts on eiaieticining Aereting Bhesihise tisisciaccsist A my own people, speaking my tongue, looking at things from a view point I could understand. The Flower of the Empire. "But it was more than that. These men and boys are volunteers, the very flower of England. They march along the roads, heads well up, thousands of them. What a tragedy for the country that gives them up! Who will take their places?â€"these splenâ€" did Scots, with their picturesque cosâ€" tumes, their bare mhuscular legs, their great shoulders; the cheery Irish, swaggering a bit and with a twinkle a chat with Sir John French and a tour through the British lines in Flanâ€" ders, far enough back from the front to make the trip safe, and yet close enough to enable her to give readers a graphic account of what the fightâ€" ing is like. Both at the front and in England she was impressed by the restrained, earnest, determined and unassuming attitude of the British people. As far as the army is conâ€" cerned, she says: "It has fought, as the English will always fight, with unequalled heroism, < but _ without heroics." € Mary Roberts Rinchart, the foreâ€" most writer of mystery stories of the day, and after Mrs. Freeman (nee Wilkins) and Edith Wharton the most brilliant contributor to American literature that the softer sex has made in a generation, admits that she holds a strong brief for the English. She does not pretend to write as a neutral, but as a woman who feels the kinship between Americans and British, and who prays for the downâ€" fall of Germany. She was accorded the rare privilege some weeks ago of IMPRESSIONS OF A wWwWOMAN ON WAR Fruit syrups can be made from strawberries, raspberries, cherries or currants. Cook a quart of fruit with a pint of water until weil softened, then strain and press out the juice through a heavy cloth. When cold, sweeten and dilute to taste, and serve in tall glasses filled with cracked ice. To make a milk shake fill a glass twoâ€"thirds full of milk; sweeten it to taste with any fruit or with a litâ€" tle of some strained preserve if you have not the syrup. Fill the glass with cracked ice and shake together until well mixed. Iced cafe ou lait is the best drink to serve if the luncheon is very light, and a little . extra nourishment is wanted. To make is properly â€" and it seldom is made properlyâ€"it should be carefully blended, mixing the cofâ€" fee and milk well together and sweetening to taste. It is better, if possible, to use a sugar syrup to sweeten it. Stand on the ice until ready to serve, and thep add a little thick cream to each glass and enough cracked ice to fill the glass. For the sweeter varieties of soft drinks, milk shakes and fruit syrups may be used. the last minute pour in a bottle of ginger ale. This should not stand before serving, as the ginger ale will lose its sparkle. A rather strong and not too sweet ginger ale should be used for this punch. & The British Soldier. to lunch. Afterward she was taken over various parts of the encamp» ment, and later on was brought back to meet the British Commanderâ€"inâ€" Chief. . She was tremendously im« ipressed with the great British soldier, | A Chat with French. | _ She thus describes him: "A man of middle height, squarely and compactâ€" ily built, he moves easily.â€" He is very 'erect, and his tanned face and grey ihair are in strong contrast. A square and determined jaw, very keen blue¢ eyes, and a humorous mouthâ€"that is my impression of Sir John French." Since he was not to be interviewed, Mrs. Rinchart is not permitted to tell of the matters they discussed, but he spoke openly of his admiration for ‘the French general, Foch, of the courage of the Indian troops, and of the marvellous spirit all the British ‘"troops had shown under the adverse weather conditions prevailing. Russian peasant women have, on an average, from six to twelve chilâ€" dren each, of whom about half sur~ vive. It is a pity there are not more corâ€" respondents with the gifts and inâ€" fluence possessed by Mrs. Rinehart permitted to penetrate to the front, and bring back to British people everywhere the checring news which only reaches them now through neuâ€" tral publications. *3 "Tom out of work again? Why, I thought he had a steady job!" "Oh, the job was steady; Tom wasn‘t!" Russia has a higher birthâ€"rate than any other country; New Zealand has the lowest deathâ€"rate. After considerable planning, Mra. Rinehart was able to get to the headâ€" quarters of the British army in France. She was armed with the thighest credentials, but she feared that at the last moment she might be politely turned back, Of the genenl staff the first she met was General Huguet, who is called the liason, of link, between the British and French armies. She found him most cour« teous. Sir John French was not at home, but she was invited by Colonel Brinsley Fitzgerald, his aideâ€"deâ€"camp, Nn A JAOnOon se .""s 0 0_ _ Every the crows to cheering? . . . Every man in the British army toâ€"day ha# counted the cost. Ee is there becausd he elected to be . He is going to stay by until the thing is done of he is He says very little .bout“lt He is rather matter of fact ind and nonchalant as long as things ard done fairly. But there is nothing calm about his attitude when his opâ€" ponent hits below the belt. It was & sense of fait play as well as human« ity that made England rise to the call of Belgium. It is England‘s sense oj fnlfi' play that makes her soldiers and sailors go white with fury at thé drowning of women and children and nonâ€"combatants." se s s t Shor nenadians, line; these dashing Canadians, pressive that their every APP« in their blue eyes; these E"l}'_ w § Th esrtace. c aCcaknts~â€"2 1b, 400 bare neiiier Chaacy 0200 . and your c ree Sizes of grain: fine, medium, or coarse. â€"â€"Any good dealer can fill your order, he & esnt 81. o u'“"' 10 C CCE‘ No matter how fresh your berries, nor how thoroughly the jam is cooked, nor how clean the jars are, preserves are absolutely sure to spoil if the sugar used contains organic matter,â€"impuritiesâ€"and many sugars doâ€" Home Jam makers should profit by the experience of others and insist on being supplied with This hint may Save your Jam ! which has alvays.vand for many years, given satisfaction, It tests over 99.99 per cent pure and is refined excluâ€" Mfu-anm.â€" uy in tefin sealed packages to avoid mhtak:' and assure absolute Cleanliness andas.. . _ 12000 4 Jamâ€"Makers Extra Granulated Sugar At the Front. , THol EVeP HER CC U street was certain to "‘ THE DAWN OF _ YOUNG WoMA Girls upon the threshol hood often drift into a de of all care and atts strong and lively wirls | depressed, irritable and | the dawn of womanhood the life of every girlâ€" measures should be take blood pure and rich with of health. 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