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You won't object to hearin a man raw a little. Covinttton? lfyou do, {nu can Lear up this right here.' But know I cant any 1ytler. ttood about Marjory that you wont up“ with. Maybe. homver, you’d all my present condition abnormal. Porhps " is; but I wonder if it isn't an of every normal Inn's life to Ib-l normal to this extent at lent one- to soc. for onto. this staid old midi through the on: of a prince of the ancient city of Haydn]; to thrill withI the music all m ban-:- a ml - - - e, u'- ---.r 'J" .wr..%... I haven't the slightest doubt in the world about that. Already I feel the magic of the new balm that has been applied. They don't ache any more. Sitting hen to-night without Inf; shade." I can hold them open and cate the feeble light that filters in from the ntreet lamps It a distance. It is only a question of a few months, perhaps‘ Weeks. perhaps days. The next time wevmeet I 9M9.“ able to gee you. I - - 1... u"... -.. . - um. Row 1 Ci alive if." to my finger- tips. I'm suing to get my eyes back. I L__,_, l‘ AI .. I - - - - so lost herGi i"iiioGiii."" 1iiii'ii'ir. od away, and I returned to work "t a "gagm‘anfamgl not” Ul'. names, in a way, you’re respon- cihlv. We "were talking of you, be- i-ause we missed you. You have a mighty good friend in her, Covington. SIN- knows you -the real you that I thought only I had glimpsed. She set-s the man in the gamer not_the man in the ttrand-stand. Her Cov- .'ntrton is the man they used to Rive nine long Harvards for. I never heard that in front of my name. I “as a urindwa "gross grind," they used to call me. It 'ti7n.tl hurt, for I smiled in rather a superior sort of way at the men I thought were wasting their energy on the gridiron. But, after all, you fellows got something out of it that the rest of us didn't get. A 'Varsity man remains a Varsity man all his life. I think she always thinks " you as in a red sweater with a black "H." Any time that you feel you're up a ainst any-‘ thing hard, that ought to help you. i We talked a reat deal of you, as r said, and I tllf myself now thinking more of you than of myself in connec-, 'non with her. I don't understand it.,' Perhaps it's because she seems so, alone in the world, and you are thel' host intimate friend she has. Per-g1 haps it's because you've seen so much:1 more of her than I in these last Lei months. Anyway, I have a feeling l .hut somehow you are an integral part i of her. I've tried to puzzle out the re-;‘ Iationship, and I can't. "Brother”.I :loes not refine it; neither does "eonr. I ' 'vade." " you were not already mar-5'J "ied, I'd almost suspect her of being in; :ove with you. i I know that sounds absurd. I know! t is absurd. She isn't the kind to ai-t B " the an out 1r_et snd she made no promises, but she listened. In 3 few weeks or months .-r years, now, she'll be mine for n11 time. She doesn't want me to tell Bcatrice, and there is no one else to tell except, you~ -so forgive me, old man, if I let myself loose. Besides, in a way', you're respon- RLding to Cannes the very next day after you left I spoke to her and-- she listened, It was all rather an out this 1erawl, because I have to feel my way across the paper; but I'm git.. ting alone in my room, aching to talk with you as we used to talk. If you m-re here I know you would be Kind to listen, bfeau._e---uudderuy all I told you about has come true. Letters Letter from Peter Noyes “Mutton, received b the the Hotel Normandie, £141 Dear I the This Advertisement [lj, a; 't_-ill/_-' f _jil- but we rely absolutely on the inimitable flavour and quality to make you a permanent customer. We will even offer to give this first trial free it you will drop us a postal to Toronto. Bus ' "orintrtosc-- dpp’t know, whether you can make uirni. or nothing else. In-r Each one is like a lifetime-a birth that I held bark a little, and and " death. And oh, my Prince, I tr, as I thought. She sail- shall soon be very, very old. I don't and I returned to In; work dare look in the mirror to-night, for '/dri1cehi, nearly ied. ifyu. of seeing how old I've grown feel alive c ar to my finger-," since morning. I remember a word going to get my eyes back. they used on shipboard when the the slightest doubt in the waves threw the big propellor out of ut that. Already I feel the the water and the full power of the) the new balm that has been engines was wasted on air. Pt?) They don't ache any more. called it "racing." It was bad for the, iere to-night without m ship to have this energy go for noth-' an hold them open and catch ins. It racked her and made her light that filters in from the tremble and groan. I've been racing lpa at a distance. It is only. ever since you went, churning the. air I of a few months, perhaps to no purpose, with a power that was rhaps days. The next time' meant to drive me ahead. I'm right shall be able to see you. lwhere I started after it all. n't object to hearin a man' Dearest heart of mine, I love you. Je, Covington? P/lu' _doCThoutrh I tremble away from those at H! this right here.' Butiwordii, I must put them down for cant say 1ytler, good. once in black and white. Though I ~jory mat you Won t agree' tear them up into little pieces so small who. however. you’d call mygaiat no one can read them, I must indition abnormal. Perhaps write them once. It is such a re- I wonder if it isn't an of lief, here by myself. to be honest. ma] man's life to at: If you were here and I were honest, this extent at least ttnee- I'd stand very straight and look you . once. this staid old world, fair in the eyes and r" you that over ie eyes of a prince of the and over again. “I we you, Monte," y of sum; to thrill with' I "on say. " love you with all my and m baa-t; d ii.tTidiii' sad seal, Home,” I wouldsay. J _." from Peter Noyes to Monte m, received In the latter at I Normandie, garish France:-- Nice, France, July 22. CHA PIER XXIII may induce you to try the first packet of (Coot-1m) - W- .._,.-.. J'"'" w m. me here all alone. I don't know how I've lived. I don't know how I'm so- ing to get through the night and to- morrow. o'"? there won't be any to-morrow. here'll never be any- thing more than periods of twelve hours, until you come back: Just from dawn to dark, and then from dark to dawn, over and over attain. Each period must be fought through as it comes, with no thought about the oth- ers. I'm beginning on the third. The: mowing will bring the fourth. l You've Beg}; iéng-lfram me twelve hours. For twelve from; you’ve left Letter from Madame Covington to her husband. Monte Covington, which the latter never received at all be- cause it was never sent. It was never meant to he sent. lt was writ- ten merely to save herself from doing something rash, something for which she could never forgive herself-like taking the next train to Paris and claiming this man as if he were her own.'--- Deere? Prince of my Heart:1 , God I I'm not asking you to answer. be- irause what I should want to hear from Vou I wouldn't allow any one else to read. So tear this up and forget it if you want., Some day I shall meet you again and see you. Then I can talk to you face to (ace. Yours, . Peter J Noyes. Sitting alone in his room at the Normandio, Monte read this throutrh.: Then his hands dropped to his side and the letter fell from them to the floor. 1ot,...my God!" he said. "Oh, my' I! But when she speaks, Covington, 1e then all other sounds cease, and she .e'apeaks alone to me in a world grown LS silent to listen. There is some quality " in that voice that gets into me-that ll reaches and vibrates certain hidden 0 strings I did not know were there. So d sweet is the music that I can hardly give enough attention to make out the; _ meaning of her words. What Shel _ says does not so much matter " thati it she should be speaking to me-to my; I. ears alone. l I And these things are merely thei , superfieialities of her. There stilly , remains the princess herself below: _ these wonderful cxternals. There} a still remains the woman herself. Wo-, . man. any woman. is marvellous en-, l mush. Covington. When you think , of all they stand for, the fineness of 1 them rompared with our man gross-i , ness, that wonderful power of crest-i , tion in them, their exquisite delica.e,v,,l I combined with the hig-souled capacity; I for .qacritiee and suffering that dwarfs. any of our petty burdens into insigni-: ticanee-Go? knows, a man should bow:' his knee before the least of them.', But when to all those general attri-, hutes of the sex you add that some-V thing more born in a woman like Mar-i o?ry---what in the world can a man do; big enough to deserve the charge ofi such a soul? In the midst of all. my princely emotions, that thought? ‘makes me humble, Covington. _ A A ‘ I fear I have rambled a good deal, old man. I can't read over what I have been scribbling here, so I must let, it go as it in. l Always she. my princess, is nome- where in the background, when she is not"aetually by my side. When I now .her before, Covington, I marveled at 1her eyes-those deep, wonderful eyes lthat told you so little. and made you dream so 'murh. I saw her hair too, and her straight nose, and her beauti- "ul lips Those things I see now as I :saw them then. I must wait a little, while really to see them again. In their place, however, I have now her voice and the sound of her footsteps." To hear her coming, just to hear the light fall of her feet upon the ground, is like music. I It shows what might always be, if one ""T? poet enough to sustain the mood. i' "They know their country is in the; [grip of grim tragedy. In Hlanders,t fgirls harnessed themselves to heavy, lib-mes and plod along the towpath,t I thanking God they've reuased-not al lman,_but a horse to help in the wan”, “Right or wrong, coward that I am or not, whether it is good for you or not, I love you, Monte," I would sky And, if you wished, I would let you kiss me. And, if you would let me, I. would kiss you on your dear tousled hair, on your forehead, on your eyes--. (T be continued.) I In Russia and Italy the women plow.‘ /Every woman must, seam sow and reap. Even on the beautiful _ and ttsk herself how she ca Riviera the shadow of war has fallen, I in takine care of the harm and the young girls in the work of} She does not need to be transportation stagger under kegs of’farmerette, though if she wine or water weighing eighty pounds. the better. In Scotland, girls single turnips. If tshe is a City girl who W plant potatoes, drive horses and cartslup on the farm, she nhould the crops would have rotted had they: not harvested them that the women) first showed their mettle and rose toI the occasion voluntarily. As Lloydl George said of them: I It was in those early days when the) men were suddenly called to arms and, n... n--.“ .......u c-., L” ' I . .. What they did in the fields of Eur. ope tempornrily staved " the wolf of starvation from the doors of the people. What they did in the muni- tion shops kept the guns supplied with shells. What they did in office, in factory, in work-shop, in every phase of industrial life, kept the wheels of commerce turning and steadied the, fluctuating pulse of an over-wrought! nation. . , _ -e .._. a _ .. . . " .-.-.numany.)>1.W<<~.«Mum-.9“;5:2“W:‘:»:3”M»&WM Men Must Fight-and Women Must Reap themselves on the battlefields of Eur. I exodus of young In ope have eclipsed the heroism, the en.. I to join the colors, t durance, the patience of the women of infinitely more seri France, Belgium and Great iriiair/iii't'i'2ii't'h that ove They have known the extremity oCneeded to gather in suffering. They have tasted the dregs: The teen-age boy of war. They have lacked the stimulus 1 upon, and have n of the excitement of war. Yet they Some thirty thousa have nohly "earried on." Even if/it'.,', will help the ft their men have fought, they havelarduous period ahe: worked. 1 k l What the women of Europe have done to save the crops is an old tale; yet ever new in the wonder of it. What the women of Canada have done in this line is negligible yet, although there has been some brave pioneering in Eastern Ontario, and for years past in the West, when no other labor was obtainable, the farmer in desperation enlisted his wife's help in the outdoors. Not even the deeés oi"ihis"iifiiiit' ands of men who are dailySaerifieine The challenge is to men and womenl alike. Equality of service is demand. i ed of them. Employer and employee; are asked to help; the rich and the, poor; the busy and the idle. There, is no intention that any industry be put out of joint or business ditsorgan-l ized. There is every intention that; all the resources of the country be: judiciously used in making the most‘ of Canada's harvest this year. The. nced is imperative. Nothing can off- set this fact. forth: “To the farms."' For months past it has wavered across the country, and the echo has been caught up and thrown hack from time to time. But now it comes with a direct challenge that is as ir- resistible as the soidier’s bugle call. It sounds from end to end of the country. Men and women are hearkening. They are thinking about it; talking about it. But there is no time to play hattledore and shuttle.. cock with such an issue. There must be aetion---immediate, clear-cut. whole-hearted actfrn. With the insistent note of a clarion call to service, the message has gone forth: “To the farms!" Canada Appeals to Her Daughters to Rally to Her Aid in This the Greatest Crisis in History-Enlist For Food Saving and Food Production. WAR’S INSISTENT CALL TO wt.lF).tb'.i;r:eiiti,. .4434." - f 'MRE 'Wg.9i' MmiltMlmlrRN2E'. . _ 2-“: _ "'rr.. - .x. 8WF.'t'.5. ”W“: NMRtli.'i bt', V V _ ; -..~;.--: .. , pr. .T'N.N u. r'.'.", r, b' ONTARIO AReHtvitit T -... TORONTO THE WOMEN OF CANADA If she pararily she sent can wife If she is a city girl who was brought up on the farm, she should be useful right out on the land. If she i! a qood hon-Alumnm- “In farmerette. though" ifs}; ii, iii7'iii the better. /Every woman must search her soul and ask herself how she can best help in taking care of the harvest of 1918. i But when it begins to NI wouLl be! too late. I The time to act us now! 1 It does not matter a scrap what a? woman is or ever will be; what her’ social status, her ueeumstlon or her share of this worll's goods. There! is a new democracy abroad--, won-l derful levelling of grades. Useful.-! ness and service ere the things that: count. No tree. Canadian woman would !ot the grain spoil on the stalk were she actually to see it wasting before her eyes-the grain that is now more pre. vious than goid o: rubics, The teen-age boys have been called upon, and have responded gallantly. Some thirty thousand Soldiers of the Soil will help the farmers through the arduous period ahead of them. How about the women? Canada needs her daughters to rally now. She needs the help and the in. spiration of every one of them. There is none so weak that she cannot do, something, and surely none so eraven,' that she WOULD rot do something f If to join the colors, makes the situation infinitely more serious. It has been estimated that over 100,000 men are needed to gather in this year's harvest. exodus of young men from the farms she is a good housekeeper. she volunteer to hap the farmer’s for a time. she knows of any male loafers, can report them and have them to "pastures new" to pitch hay. she can take a man’s place tee- rily in the city, then by all mum It stands in reason that -iriiu. was scarce before the war, the greatly increased acreage, coupled with the The farmers have done their share. They are working like slaves, and their wives are doing no less. They responded splendidly to the appeal for increased production earlier in the year, with the result that it is estimat- ed that there are now 2,600,000 acres more than last year under the princi- pal grain crops in Western Canada. j in the fiehlr, and help in every kind of _ farm work. In Br'tain to-day, there ': are 5,000,000 women taking the places ' of men in various forms of work. I There are 300,000 engaged in agricul. , tuval work alone. The women can answer this call to arms in one of two ways. Either they can go out on the land them- selves, or they can release a man for the period of the harvest. The greatest need of the hour is for labor on the farms. Mr. Henry B. Thomson, chairman of the Food Board, has put it up to the meruand women of Canada in no equivocal terms. They have had the answer' now. The '"A has been clearly indicated. They have worked splendidly, and time and again they have reiterated their desire to do everything asked of them by the Government. Indeed, they have pleaded for a wider field of activity. The women of Canada can do these things. 'Ihey have been spared the suffering and the humiliation of the women of invaded countries. They have had few material privations, even in three and a half years of war. a trained l Bolshevism is sometimes quoted in? this country as an ideal, worthy of; . imitation. The pas: to which Russia! has drifted is a warning that Bolshev-', .ism and insanity are not very far, I apart. The nation that will weather' ' the storm of this war the best, is the) .nation that organizes most effieiently', 'and disciplines itself most strictly. 'Production must be carried on to a llimit of our power. Destructive _leritieism and petty fault-finding 're,' {weaknesses and dangers. Unity of: " purpose and constituted leadership it! .. essential. It is a case of a stronzj ,' pull, a lone pull and a pull 'tltottether.l r Men must be found for the army, for! munition making and for food produc- l _tion. Non-essential industries must! :provide men for essential industries) (Women in this country must take the'I gplnces of men to the limit of their; ,power when called upon. Farmers; lmust recognize the necessities of war, and the public in general must unite', i to save the harvest of 1918. I Wilmar local of the Saskatchewan Grain Growers' Association has re- commended that all poolrooml and bowling alleys be closed during the war. Garden crops will not give good re- sults unless the soil is kept well cul- tinted. d,' Bolsheviki doctrines have brought " Russia down from one of the greatest i food producing countries on the globe le to a condition of starvation. Drunk ,with liberty, which they did not rr understand, filled with idealistic no- I. tions about the equality of men, and i, lacking individual initiative, Produc-. n tion in Russia has practically ceased, according to the evidences reaching o'the outside world. Transportation ' and distribution is so disorganized; i.' that even were the peasants of thei r' land producing their usual amount of :foodstutfs, the people in the 'i.trru,i'-) , ’facturing population would still be. ii without the necessary food supplies toI r sustain them in safety and comfort. r Unless the people of Russia steady e down and organize themselves or allow other authorities to organize! ; them, there is the possibility of one of] b the most stupendous disasters to a " nation and a great people that every r occurred in history. Without authority, I for whom they have fear and respect, , the Russian peasant seems to be with- . out motive or initiative. We read of (peasants in their anger against the ,pruperty holding clay: of the late I i aristocrat regime, destroying not only; lthe personal effects of the nohilityy ‘and the owning class, but the very I crops which they had themselves I iunder the former social organization , 1 produced for the nation at large. In i I their ve-action against property own- i iing, they have destroyed the goose". (that laid the golden eggs. We read Fof peasants in certain villages having 1 , gone to such extremes as to seize the: lcattle of the local land owner, now), (deposed, flay them alive and turn'; .thcm loose. Without the old motive t l of compulsion to cultivate the land for I f the iand-owner, now that the land has (reverted to the peasants and they) (themselves are the owners, they have ineglected to work and to produce the l Itttssarie.s of life. To such a pass] i is the nation drifting that recent dis- §= Ipatches have reported that the so-. walled Government of present -dayj 1Russia are sending plenopotentiaries; ito China, the formerly despised and' tso-called decadent neighbor to the east, to make arrangements for pro- visions to tide them over next winter. It is difficult to imagine China, one of the most densely populated areas in the world, living largely on rice and very meagre fare, having sufficient surplus to feed 150,000,000 people in starving Russia. In short-every woman and every teen-age girl can do SOMETHING during July and August towards a:- suring the country of the full benefit of those crops which Nature " bounti. fully yields, war or no war. It is one of the biggest things ever asked of a woman. It is for the snke of our Allies. But ynost_of all-for our men "over there." They provide the ir. resistibte argument why every woman should turn her hand to food conserva. tion, to food production, or to both. If she can give up her holidays this year to work on the farm, rhe will be doing a plucky anti _pistrioti? ihing. If she is I tfrl of leisure. it is up to her to go out on the land or send a man from the city while she fills his shoes. let her do it and add one man to re- lieve the labor situation. Food Control Comer Nes. “as” down vermin. The civilian idea of a blanket is something white and fluffy and-soft Ind warm. The Army blanket was not designed to fulfil these require- ments. A little disinfectant sprinkled on the straw litter in the coop will keep But you need not worry. The dream they must ttnve cone won't last for ever. There are vnri- The latter eall, h, ous ways of waking up. One is by .'lepr forget. [any suddenly striking the ground with , It from memory, for your hands, for the tressels raise .voul into my mind. . only a few inches above it. Another] Keettdmt III is the collapse of the tressels them- i "S tt S, S o S, S o s, selves. out warning out of th Well, never mind! You have three the night. "Hallo!” s blankets. ' "Snmnlmdv‘c "mu-In it I And the mattrefit It is a snare ‘and a dehuiont.. It has lumps in it. Where are som'e big lumps and small lumps, and there are also spaces where the top and bottom meet through lack of straw. Still, with luck. you occasionally fall asleep on the lumps, and dream that Sour ear is on Mount Everest, your shoulder in the Themes Valley, and your legs on an escalator. 1 I You grin, to show your apprecia- Ition of the point. If the sergeant Indy: so, it is so. And then you ex- iamine the structure which is going 'to turn you from a fuhby, namby- ipatnby, puny molly-cod) /the ser- Egennt's phraseology, this) into a real Hive man. The boards, you discover, are really boards. There is nothing yielding or elastic about them. "To look at thorn, you might take them for innocent "deal boards in need of a scrubbing. But when you have spent one .nizht on them you have I fairly vivid notion of how the ancient martyrs felt after a course on the rack." §6ream Wag}!!! TRAGEEY‘ What a delusion! I 4)er from ex- perience when I say that a bed is no such thing. There is only one kind of bed uowadaya--one kind, at least, worth reckoning. It consists of three boards, I couple of low tressels, a mattress more or less stuffed with straw, and three blankets. "No 'ot-water bottles this . trip," says the red-eheeked sergeant. _ The Army Bed is Really I Ser'oas Sublect II First Aquaintance. A mere civilian does not know what a bed is. To him it is somethigg soft ond yielding, something the body can snuggle in and the soul can dream in. W. calmly cuts. on! upm- Phlrlel: VI " “Ilium” and remit daily. I Our plan an is fwd" “m ’ on...“ Co- ' ' " T , , I . "a?Pll'd,', 'lt'T2r . " I“ FRAN HC I ALL FOR "LL! Hum _-_._.. x,----"'"----:.-.--'-.:',?.'-" ___---! A “DRI'EINDED VESSEL. l'NEASY LIES THE HEAD---- we We have gatheréd a bunch of pun-u" from other men's gardens, and only tlte string that binds them is our (mu 600 I" Mountain's company w“ compelled to fall bark before the advancing en emy mus. Volunteers for a counter attack were being and, when Moan- tnin Ind ton men stepped forward. He advanced on the "nk with a Lewis machine gut: and entilnded An enemy patrol, of which about 100 were kili. ed. Brill-II Sena-an [loll " Hundred of Enemy " Bay. Ammunwmem of the award or three Victoria Fresnel. including one to Sergeant Albert Mountain, West Yorke, whose act, wa- an outstanding example of supreme fearlesaness and initiative. is made in a recent numbrr of the Ollicial Gazette. “Curt hear you." Silence. The --, of London. had Cone down in a hellish an. I “Hang on. We are hurrying. How long will your wireless in! ?" ( "For God's sake, hurry! All M -r in a minute." 1 "How were you sunk t" i "Torpedoed. No warning. Tts, 'tue'. Another but capsiud." D Too late! “Save yourself. We are coming fut." "WUt spew” der "How far have you settled down new?” , npidly‘!" - pe "What ship in distress?” Ttr God's sake, hurry. Who are "Two bouts fouled already. He In.” “Will arrive in two hours. Can keep up in your boats?" "American destroyer - Comirrp to your assistance. full speed." “How far " '." “Sixty miles. Shall we be in timr _" "What speed have rout Hurry. We are the --. London. Sixty-two all told." 3 VICTORIA (‘ROSSES GIVEN I could hear that answer very fairs ly, distinctly the voice of some .4an- Ber in the nizht. “What ship in distress?” A lone pause. “Who are you? Hurry. Sinking " 0 S. S O S. S o S," it can)» u i: out warning out of the slow cum-Ll. the night. “Hallo!" said the nporn“ "Bomebody's caught it." "Will \\ c s', Iwer?" I asked him. "Pat chum: he slid. “It's too easy to fake I 8 0 S. We getteratty tell thy o Man---. There. somelmdy's piclir her up. No fake nbout that.", The law all, however, I .-I never forget. I can put down mm: it from memory, for it is fairly In; into my mind. “I've got you. Our bows aru- u Neither all was G code", but first was very short. Poor d 4. thtr must have cone down in a hm "Give your message," replied ti., op'entor. “Can't give mange unless I 1.- your position. Please give pom”: But it was too old a trick to m» On the month might out from Next York I heard two ships torpedoeti. Each time the captain was mun.- “Tell them to Rive their metmurr,' k said. "ProUbly a submarine." he u tinned, and evinced no surprise. “Have important message fr, Please give position," the '11 run each time. Each time the operator-a in”) nineteen who has been torpedm-d I and shelled twiee-amrwered Hm t They called us in the line's tt't code. All three all: came ahnut ml night. "rt B, H B," came the mi our call. Three times We were called by ts, nun "but-rims. Marently 1h knew just when awe had k " N. York. Ami-ready they knew .ir where we should have been-in 3v :1 time-on our ocean lane. If we I2; net been far " our usual course. have no doubt we would have hm sunk. I have just stepped ashore frmn New York liner. and, because of n intact in wireless teietrraphy, I L: permitted to spend mos: of my i Ft en route in the wireless cabin, FU) y newspaper writer. No Man Ham Germany More Firm Ply “an Me Who Kara Picked Up An "S O h"' At Sea. on Keeping in Touch A Far. Faint Call 0F WIRELESS U " ea tt Address in q “r- qt The wan Bed new": will which they are " ”Per. " - q te.) in neceuary be enclosed with tilatlett direct. The cone! qt; H“ of our (arm l canard" on all A Gabba Pr " lot-0hr. rcrlm ML .ar" who in. not mars,." In or. beat cu! wires: they! " “-1: you los ' F u-ral Store mm to Is than lumen (can! store ASK AN PM wt " CHURCI Com! um luau 0mm 'auu. o-r'lli "