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i6 1« ted himself the luxury of remarking that he was a bibliophileâ€"a fortyâ€" thirdâ€"degree bibliophile. In fact, though he was firm in his resolve not to buy any more books just then, he tall th «i r "You may «lam the door, Mr. Copâ€" pins," he said earnestly. "You may amputate my foot; but my severed foot will remain inside with you to extol the glory of the eighth wonder of the worklâ€"the ‘Panâ€"Continental Encyclopedic Dictionary, the steam engine of intellect, the book that will make your name a byword for wisdom and your home the rendezvous of the intellectual elite." "The canvasser‘s eloquence was not without effect. Mr. Caleb Coppin‘s set jaw relaxed. He ceased to push against the inserted foot. The ;@g’.}fi.‘ng.m his vi:tii: with something of pity. nzhd t subdued joy. ‘ie had tamed many a hou-uhok‘qr like Mr. Coppins, and his thin nose quivered with the excitement of approaching combat. _ "Take your foot out of there, or I‘V bust it for you!" repiied the head of the houschod. eried Mr. Caleb Coppins in a tone olAbdag:mn flmhyin t same time attempted to slam the front door in the enthusiastic Mofflxcgoun.manfiomodm.w side. But the young man, who was no chicken at canvassing, had taken due procwutions in expéctation of just such an event. He had neatly inserted his {(vn' between the doorcasing and the pleaded. ital" followed silently into the styâ€"smelling parlor, and, at the bidâ€" @ of the owner, sat down. As Mr. ppins threw open the door of the domâ€"used room the odor oldoayxb;l;f rlooms nearly n{ged the mt. With a quick glance he surâ€" ‘e1 the chamber of horrors, from horseâ€"hairâ€"covered chairs to the bookease of Wack walnut, stuffed h dusty volumes that dated from period when "Vanity Fair" was ught to be a little oico!or. 1 am not surprised to see so many ks," said the canyasser, with a tle feigning of rapture. "I find it th while to visit only the true ers of good literature. Ah, Mr. pins, how litt‘s the average man wa the rare pleasure that we bibâ€" hiles get from our printed treasâ€" ""No, we don‘t want no more books!" PARKERNS BVE WORKS Cleaning and> Dyeing Knowledge Is Power is properiy.dene at PARKER‘S 101 Â¥Yaonge St. Advice upon cm“ avréiclo wilk be promptUly giv Parcels may be sent Post or We pay carriage one way on all PARKER‘S , Mr. Coppins," he The clothes you were so proud of when newâ€"can be made to appear new again. Fabrics that are dirty, shabby or spotted will be restord to their former beauty by gending them to Parker‘s. By FREEMAN TILDEN. may be sent Post or Express. ; rriage one way on all orders, ; rv "I know!" shouted the canvasser victoriously. "I can tell you the colors of the solar spectrum, backward and forward. I can tell you what the interâ€" est on one dollar, compounded semiâ€" annually at six per cent. for a thouâ€" sand years, would amount to. I can tell you the name of the righthand man of the Egyptian monarch Ramesâ€" es II, and the inscription on the tomb of fima the Lawgiver. What was the firss message ever sent over the elecâ€" "Can you tell me," he demanded with emphasis that cut like a Damâ€" ascene blade, "what was the gogwlaâ€" tion of the city of Vancouver, B.C., in 1900? Can you tell me the name of the heaviest element in nature? How much does the earth weigh down to the fraction of an ounce? Can you go right out into company and tell the names of the opposing generals in the first Punic War? Or what makes sugar crystallize? Or why the sky is blue? Do you know these things?" "No, I don‘t," replied Caleb Coppins hoarsely. ; "I know!" shouted the canvasser The canvasser‘s voice became more shrill and cutting. _ He launched anâ€" other finger in the direction of the householder‘s halfâ€"scared face. excitedly in the open space between the whatâ€"not and the table full of artificial flowers in glass. Then he stopped and pointed a long finger at Mr. Coppins so suddenly that that gentleman winced. "You are a man of parts, Mr: Copâ€" pings!" he repeated furiously. "Your name was sent to me from the home office in New Yorkâ€"in New York, understand? _ You know what books are worth,. You know that knowledge is power. You know that a man can rule the" world, if he knows enough. We‘l, then, let me tell you something. You have made one mistake. You havedabbled. Your information has, been sound, but spread too thin. I can prove it to you. Shall I1t" | Mr. Coppins was fascinated. He nodded feeble assent. | Mr. Copyins, who spent most of the long winter evenings shooting Kelly po;f in a stuffy room at the rear of the barber shop, assented to this inâ€" dictment with dreamy selfâ€"approval. Suddenly ‘the manner of tfie canâ€" vasser changed. He became violently agitated, for no apparent reason. His eyes took on a gleam of high exultaâ€" tion. lHe began to pace up and down "Don‘t try to tell me that you don‘t read these books," continued the canâ€" vasser. "I admire your modesty, but I know you gorge yourself on them in the long winter evenings. I‘ll bet you could recite half of them from memâ€" "It‘s a pleasure to visit a man like you, Mr: Coppins," resumed the canâ€" vasser. "Be‘veve me, I appreciate it. My eye mrkled when I saw the bookâ€" case. ‘v‘be you saw it sparkle? Exactly! ‘Here is a man of parts,‘ I said to myself. ‘Here is a man who knows. I would rather talk with a man like this man, and not sell my books, than sell a cartload of bouks to the v}t:]ga.r crowd who cannot appreciate them.‘ " The canvasser paused, and Mr. Copâ€" pins nodded appreciatively. e 2 mtuud himself on these :recn and fields of flattery like a halfâ€" starved cow from a rocky hillside. AMalfa believes in a square deal. It gives back to the soil in nitrogen more than enough to pay for its keep. Minard‘s Liniment tor gals ererywhore Mych of the high cost of living is to the fact that many folks deâ€" Emd on other= to do things that might r be done by themselves. » But the girl drew back. o "YÂ¥ou have loved before," she said brokenly. L But before he embraced her he took six cigars from his upper waistcoat pocket, laid them caréfuily on the mantle, and then andvanced toward the girl passionately, his arms outstretchâ€" ed. Down in the parlor sat the young man visitor, waiting. Presently he sprang to his feet as a fair young girl came {n. The great Swedish botanist,~ Linâ€" naens, once designed one of these "clockâ€"gardens" in Sweden, another was laid out in Paris about twentyâ€" five years ago. In 1897 a third was being "timepieced" tokether by a Mr. Quisterhout, of the Californian Untâ€" versity, in California. Beyond these three instances it is doubtful whether there have been any further successes. The great difficulty, however, is that although the various flowers are planted, it is only under exceptional conditions of soil, light, and heat that the graceful fancy can be realized. The interesting paragraph in a reâ€" cent issue concerning "clockâ€"gardens" serves to recall the fact that at least three such floral timepieces have been grown quite successfully, though some years ago. it!" as good as your money. Thank you!" "Durn his hide!" said Caleb Copâ€" pins, when the nimble figure had flatâ€" tened itself against the expanse of distance. _ "Ninetyâ€"six fif-tg! I feel like I had been mesmerized and robâ€" bed. But them books may be wuth "The day w#ll come when you will remember me with a heart full of gratitude, Mr. Coppins. We prepay freight charges. . Your check is just as good as your money. Thank you!" liophile. "I dont know whether to be glad or sorry I didn‘t shut the door and amputate your foot." o "Ninetyâ€"six dollars and fifty cents," was the soothing reply. "The books are worth a thousand dollars to you. Oneâ€"half the amount down and the rest in monthly installments. With these books you can become a walking fund of learning. You can override the village like a Roman conqueror in his triumphal chariot. You can be an oracle, a magnate. Knowledge is powert"" :: :.‘ .>.." ow "How much?" queried Mr. Coppins, after he had committed himself. Alâ€" ready he was breathing more freely, like a man emerging from a trance. "Why not choose cloth, if it comes cheaper?" asked Mr. Coppins in one last defensive effort. "Because," concluded the canvasser, "you look, act, and talk lWike a limp leather man! Sign hereâ€"on this line, please. Thats right." _ "Of course you do. You know that it means, ‘To know where to lay hands on a fact is a great part of learning.‘ Well, Mr. Coppins, here Fou are! The ‘Panâ€"Continental Encyclopedic Dicâ€" tionary‘; the greatest book ever issued from the printing press; the book that cost two hundred thousand dollars beâ€" fore a single page was printed; the book that called for the brains of one thousand of the world‘s greatest savants. Will you have it in cloth, in buckram, or in limp leather? Don‘t choose cloth, Mr. Coppins. I beg you won‘t give way to yopur first mercenâ€" ary impulse and choose cloth." } ._ Mr. Coppins shrank back from this pmdiqy o} learning, and his hands trembled nervously. * | ~Again the wculiy finger shot forth "wnrd the head the householder. | *"What," cried the canvasser, "is telekinesis? What is arteriosclerosis? Who discovered the Xâ€"ray? What is Athe present price of radium per milh-‘ gram? What is & milligram? What is the coldest place in the British Ises? Where is Omsk? Who owns the most expensive dog in the world ?" "Calkins the grocer has a darned efipmive dog," ventured Mr. Coppins. "He bit a lawyer last week!" _ "That is not worthy of you," chalâ€" lenged the canvassor, flushing deeply. "That is trivial. We are dealing in all seriousness with the greater truths. Is there a sing‘e book in your excellent Vbrary that can tell you the precise nutritivye value of the lima bean?" "No," admitted Mr. Coppins. "There you are!" the canvasser shot back swiftly. "You‘ve got lots of| books, but if you wanted to fird any of | these important things in them it would be like hunting for a needle in} a haystack. Suppose any one should| ask you to give the origin and uses of | caoutchouc? Could you do it? No.] Could you spell it? No. There is an | old Latin proverb, ‘Scire ubi aliquid | invenias magna pars eruditionis est.‘ You recall it?" l "Perfectly," responded Mr. Copp.i_m, trying to looi( as much as possible like an ancient Roman. me {p. But be Mr. Coprlm?” "No, 1 can‘t," replied the abashed bibliophile. ~And then he added, with a ray of wicked lLope flickering in his eyes: "Can you?" . "You can bet your bst hat I ean! The t.ele)frar/h was invented by Samuel F. B. Morse, and the first message that was flashed over the wire was, ‘What hath God wrought? " _ ~_ "Ninetyâ€"six fifty!" groaned the bibâ€" tric telegraph? Can you tell me that, SNAPâ€"SHOTS More About Garden Clocks. What About Her? (To be continued.) TORONTO workmanship. Postâ€" Do not scorn the apple as food beâ€" cause it is 85 per cent. water. The same is true of milk. The apple‘s 13 per cent. of sugar and starches is not to be despised as food. h A taste for apples, "skins and all," is to be cultivated. When Johnny or Jane want candy or "something to do," let him or her eat an apple. And Healthful acids, ‘needed minerals (including iron and lime and sulphur), one hundred calories of energy and a little real nutritionâ€"all this is in an apple. a vest, slogan Thrift taught in the schools encourâ€" ages industry because children wish to earn so that they may save. And, more than ever in its history, this old world needs to go to work. Production must be increased. Produce, save, inâ€" And thrift must be taught in the schools. _ This wilnot add to the teachers‘ burdens, for every subject of study can be so taught that it helps to inculcate the practice of thrift. A Thrift Club in the classroom works wonders in the discipline of the school; it gives the pupils something worth while to talk about and something worth while to think about. United: for a common aim, they learn espnitl de corps. They come to know the value of money and the principles ofj business; they are imbibing the necâ€" essary preparation for citizenship. For the attractive investment of smallf savin®s,, War Savings Stamps afford an excellent medium. This plan has ben highly successful in the schools of Great Britain, of the United States, and of Canada. | of money and resources, conservation for the future, wise and thoughtful spending. The thrifty man is an opt‘imist,. for he has stored up power. Thrift is no'tw};&arding; it is not miserliness; it consorts not with the pessimist, Thrift is intelligent care teach citizenshipâ€"=â€"that they equip the child to do the full duty of a good citizen. It is not forgotten that the schools have for generations done exâ€" cellent work; but the experience of the last four years has brought the realization that a change in method and in subjectâ€"matterâ€"a shifting of emphasisâ€"is urgently required. A‘ young man may be an expert in arithâ€" metic, in spelling, in writing, gramâ€" mar, geography, and every other oub-‘ ject on the curriculum and may, none the less, display qualities of brutality, injustice, wastefulness, and treasonâ€" may, indeed, be a bolshevik. An alterâ€" ed type of training, a new view of' relative values, must come. A knowl-, edge of the fundamentals on which: rests the structure of democracy must | be a part of all instruction worthy Ofi the name. Education may make or| mar a nationâ€"it has done so in Eurâ€" ope and elsewhere. l What ave the fundamentals? Honâ€" esty is one. Industry is another, aqd there are many more. Frugality is an important one, and one that is beâ€" ing overlooked in this new country. Canada was built on thrift, among other _ thingsâ€"the pioneers â€" were specialists in thrift. that the schools of this Dominion CLARK‘S Thrift In the Schools. Increasingly insistent is the demand Ready to serve. Jast heat and cat. Tomato â€" Saute Cheose is really delicigus. must become the universal Spaghetti W. CLARK, yiaffteD, MONTREAL Why Apples? Minard‘s Liniment Cures Dandrof. 250 Miles of War Ribbon. Two hundred and fifty miles of Briâ€" tish war medal ribbon are to be issued to the men and women entitled to these decorations _ through «recent edicts of the King. 2,000,000 Bricks in CHimney. Standing 250 feet high, a chimney stack at Northampton, which conâ€" tained 2,000,000 bricks, and took two years to build, was felled recently, It was the third highest in the kingdom. don‘t forget to eat one yourself; they are fine for the disposition as well as for the internal workings of the body. â€"CROWN BRANDâ€" coOoRN S The Syrup for Pancaeakes In the Kitchen, there is a constant call for Crown Brand Corn Syrup for making puddings, candies, cakes, etc. Sad the day when you are too big to er:loy a slice of bread sd)rea thick with Crown Brand! ¢ Could that day ever come? Ward it off! Grace your table daily with a generous gxg of Crown Brand Corn Syrup, ready for the dozen desserts and dishes it will truly "crown‘". 196 A golden stream of Crown Brand Corn Syrup is the most delicious touch you can give to Pancakes! Bovril taken. . Bovril is one of the most precious food substances in the world. Its beneficent effects are immediate ; it acts like a glass of champagne, but without the reaction which wine sometimes brings. Bovril does permanent good by building up the very fabric of the body. To get the full benefit of Bovril, take it reguâ€" larly day after day. The value of "a course of Bovril " has been scientifically demonstrated by the independent investigations ofyl’rofcssorThom pson. I After bringing human subjects to a constant weight on a standard diet, he added Bovril to the other food, and found the bodyâ€" MA building powers of Boveil Bovril tonc 10 40 taken 3 20 times the amount ® l I taken. Give her BOVRIL Bovril taken. Power of Bodyâ€" ® qQUEBEO, P.Q. Ow!ns to increasing the nursing staft Of the Jeffery Hale‘s Hospital, %:eboe. there gre some vacancies for Probationâ€" ers. ?ounk ladies possessing a good general education and wlshlnf to enter a frstâ€"class registered training school please apply to the Lady Superintendent JEFFERY HALE‘S HOSPITAL The first large steel Cargo vessel ever built in Australia was launched recently. h % 5§ A J, T @. J. CLIFF All grades. Write for prices. TORONTO SALT WORKsS Starch Co. Montreal Bovril stands alone. TORONTO God bless, when winds blow, Our home, and all we know. When drranging pillows for valid try putting two W one crosswise at top for th "No! No! 1 won‘t hear it," laughed Brown; "I admit the fence, but not the theory. You see," he went on, turning to Mrs. Robinson,<J‘ve always insisted, as Green knows, that thero‘s plenty of landing space n his paddock, provided you do it up wind. The fact is I was a couple of points out in my reckoning and so failled to stop the old bus short of the fence, You know, Green," he added, with an injured air, "you ought to haye a windâ€"pointer so there‘d be no doubt about it." "Just to encourage reckless old gentlemen to smash up ny premijses, I suppose," retorted John. "But J adâ€" mit I found some consolation for my smashed fence when I observed the patheti¢ appearance of your under earriage afier your famcus landing. ‘"Well, the theory‘s smashed, apyâ€" how," said John decisively, "and so‘s my fence" "A thousand pardons, Mrs, Green," sald the new arrival. "John collected me in the paddock. Ha! ha! You know my theory about the paddock." In a minute or two he reappeared, ushering in a jolly old gentleman in a fying suit. "Sounded like something breaking," said Millie. John had already gone out to investigate, Just at that moment a peculiar noilse, evidently very near the house, arrested the attention of the party. "What my wife‘s gunt doesn‘t know about fying isn‘t worth knowing," reâ€" marked John, "and she‘ll never see forty again, How‘s that for an uptoâ€" date aunt?" "It‘s a couple of miles farther," exâ€" plained Robinson, "but my wife isn‘t such a stout fyer as her mother, though the old lady is over seventy, My pilot was bringing her from town last weekâ€"took the Dorkingâ€"Leith Hill airway, you know, always bumpy over thereâ€"and I suppose from all acâ€" counts he must have dropped her a hunâ€" dred feet plumb, sideâ€"slipped and got into a spinning dive and OMly pulled the old bus out again when they could count the furrows in a ploughed field. The old lady just leaned forward in her seat and, when James had adjustâ€" ed his headpiece, she tapped him on the shonfl%er and coolly reprimanded him for stunting without orders." "Oh, please excuse me," said Millie, as she took them from the maid. "I see there‘s a reply from auntieâ€"the Edinburgh aunt, you know," she exâ€" plained. ‘I wrote her this morning, imploring her to come over toâ€"morrow for the bazaar." * With the dessert came letters by the late post. "Quite good filying J call that," said John. "We came by the valley route, too," put in Mrs. Robinson. "John was good enough to consider my wretched air pocket nerves rather than his petrol." "% is jJust fortyâ€"seven kilometers, to be exact," Robinson volunteered. "We did it without any trouble at all in something under twenty minutes." "Very glad to know such near neighâ€" bors," he said cordially. . "Why, it can‘t be more than forty miles to your place, I should think." "Yes," said John; "must be quite an undertaking getting Smith‘s triâ€" plane on the sky way. it‘s useful for a family party. @‘I hear he packed twenty or thirty into it for the picnic at Jobnâ€"o‘ Groat‘s last week. By the way, aren‘t the Robinsons comirg to dinfier ?" "Yes,"‘ you‘d better burry up and c{mnse." said Millie. The Robinsons were very upâ€"toâ€"date people, John decided, as they sat down to the meal, He had not met them before. # [( ropens reuwaso WARD "Oh, I‘A just love to have an aeroâ€" planette like that!" exclaimed Millie, "Mrs. Smith says she simply couldn‘t do without bers now.. She can pop up to town, do her shopping and get back in an afternoon." ~"Umâ€"that pilot of theirs," went on Millie, "seems just as safe with the ‘pup‘ as he is with their great twinâ€" engined bus." Low walls, and fluted tiles, Wide windows, a view for miles Red firelight and deep chairs, ESmail white beds upstairs~ Great talk in little nooks, Dim colors, rows of books, One picture on each wall, Not many things at all. God send us a little nousd, Tall trees standing round. Homely flowers in brown god, Overhead, thy stars, O God, God send us & little bome, To come back to, when we roamm. This is Punch‘s idea of an evening in a suburban home in 1930, when the mreroplene has become as familiar as the automobile. "You‘re fate, John," said Millie, "Yes, dear; I missed the Aveâ€"{forty D.H. from the Battersea Park take: off. Jones brought me home on that neat little knockabout spad he‘s just bought. Smail twoâ€"seater, you know, Then I walked from the ‘drome just to stretch myself, Those planettes cramp you so!" A Prayer For a Little Home fl“"&nem "ill‘m"' . mioxrt, Conducted Wiite The object of t! of our farm r« guthority on all eu m“y cn all su Address ali qu «are of The Wilson and answerse wll a which they are rece this paper, _ As #J mediate reply is n envrelope we enclos: Will be szuiled gin that was wish to } Please izer + 5C Ac pr 41 high. betwee dir Yoront« EÂ¥, % FALLl Great Leas RT AFr I N