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P £* _ Just as thedthree .wereh ggiir‘xg og. Larry appeared, wearing the colâ€" lar and the flower in the buttonhole which distinguished his party clothes from his everyday apparel. He had ceme in the vain hope that M might change her mind, after Whatever it was that Mary whispered uko _ J. 0. WHITFIELD 8 Marshal 8t. % On the evoning of the social, Mary helped Mrs. Nash to do her hair in a mew way, 40 as to hide & bruise over ene eye, received, it was understood, ea the previous night, when the little woman carelessly bumped into a doorâ€" m A mark on the chin, which Mrs. said she suspected to be a comâ€" Ing pimple, also was disguised with Agonts wanted everywheroe to iniro duce and sell mew Auto Accessory. Wi wot big returme to you. ESmal "You‘re going," she said. "And you‘re not to say a word to Mr. Nash about it. You‘l be home before him en Saturday night, anyhow, and if you‘re not, I‘ll explain. I haven‘t met the man yet that I can‘t get around." social without his permission, and at the same time she tacitly agreed that the permission was sure to be denied. llry swept away her objections. Mary usually had her way. It was a» big, wholesome, dÂ¥namic way, with which people were glad to fall in line. Ske had it with Mrs. Nash. That litâ€" Ue woman, from whom the torture ef the rack could not have drawn the admission that Nash was other than the soul of chivalry toward her, hqfl‘)led_ at the‘ thought of going to a Mary took for granted her sister‘s and her brotherâ€"inâ€"law‘s acquiescence; aud when they came in, it was even so. Tem‘s broad, honest face darkened, and his big fingers worked convulsiveâ€" mt Mary‘s recital; and fluffy, blonde e Nora ctied on Tom‘s shoulder. But the unwritten law of McGonigal Wints prevailed; one must not interâ€" fere between husband and wife. "Still, it would do no harm in the world to give her an evening‘s pleaâ€" sure," Tom _ averred; and &ora thoughifully agreed. Mary resumed her seat in the rookâ€" img chair and, quiet ruling again in the Nash flat, she resumed with it her mterrupted train of thought. Should she go to the parish social on Saturâ€" day evening with Dennis McGuire or with Larry Martin? Dennis was strong and bigâ€"â€"bigger even than Maryâ€"and he wanted to marry her. 8o did Larryâ€"little Larry, so softâ€" spoken, so poetic in his every utterâ€" ance, and so near to her heart of hearts. But Mary prided herself upon having the "fightirg heart of the lthgamaras." For al} her soft skin and the delicate flush of her cheeks, that indomitable spirit snapped in her ¢yes. She had vowed never to marry a man who lacked it. How could she warry Larry, or even encourage himi by selectingy him as her escort to the parish social? ‘ j Sudden!y, she stood, with a glowing ace, "I1 have it. T‘ll go with neither of them. That poor, abused little creaâ€" ture next door shall go, with Tom and Nora, and I‘ll take care of her baby. Bhe‘ll be back before that brute ever shows his nose inside the door on a Saturday night." f | Strictly in accord with the proâ€" giefiu of McGonigal Flats, Mary acNamara rose from her low rockâ€" ing chair beside the cilâ€"lamp, and apâ€" pied her ear to the wall. _ _ F"e. A little more of tat and I‘ll ake the right.‘ Novra Mitchell, Mary‘s married sisâ€" ter, having had a year in a convent schoo!, was the social arbiter of Mcâ€" tGienigal Flats. She and Tom Mitchell were out for the evening, but even in her wbsence her dictum had weight. Mary pushed back the dark hair from her forehead, squared her musâ€" cular shoulders, and clenched her fists. HVer black eyes flashing through their tears. Ws n«‘ because I‘m afraid of him that I don‘t go in there now and beat him up. It‘s because Nora says I‘ve no iight to step in between husband and Mr. Nash, whose household dwelt en the other side of the wall, had just come in. He was talking. Something in his tone, and in little Mrs. Nash‘s ecnciliatory replies, told Mary that he was in one of his ugly moods, familiar to McGonigal Flats. Mary heard Mrs. Nash‘s tense, "Don‘t, George, please don‘t. I‘m not feeling well toâ€"night," followed by the crack of a blow, then another, and another. The Nash baby, awakâ€" ened, began to cry, and, as the little woman raised her voice to quiet and reassure it, a sob became audible. She had stified the others. "The dirty, lean devil," she said, beâ€" tween bocked teeth; "with his sneerâ€" ing face and ragged black mustache. Heceal dn > â€" omm ediinanmmmenomes. aumure. contpmmmeimemememmennatmmnemmetcmmmenenam empnmenemennnenei ie TT TT 02 lnelge esns esc ce en ce 8 * ap * tR * 4 o T m A_._‘i;‘*-’- e Voices sounded from the hallway. The l F Of |""Ts Feur wifer, ahe. said. "Now fl hearken to me. If ever strike | that baby againâ€"or E you ever beat Sâ€"nd us a postal for a free Please state the gfiqeympygaygfiwbcmmub}iged Anticipates its exquisite Havour. NOTICE THE FIGHTING HEART hk BY J. PAUL SUTER she laid on six cutsâ€"the last one, accurately gauged, across his face. He winced at each, blow, but lay still. She threw down the strap. "Are you licked?" she demanded. He turned his head, spat out a mouthful of blood and emitted a hn:'kr{ "Yes.," * en. get up." . Botriedtoogoy,bmhnbc&.mn‘ lifted him to the sofa. ‘ «Now stay there till I attend to the « & \ g‘o tenderly washed the bruised little face, made sure that the blow‘ back against the leg of the sofa. This time he lay quiet. The one eye through which he still could see blinked up at Mary, but he made no effort to rise. "That‘s the way to do it," he said. "That‘sâ€"â€"" He staggered back and pitched headlon’& through the doorway, with one of Mary‘s hands at his throat, the other clutching his black hair. They came to the floor together, but it was his head that struck. Three times she lifted him half way to a sitting posiâ€" tion and smashed him back to the floor. As she took her weight from his chest, he half rose, cursing. She measured the distance, aiming for the spot above the eye where his wife‘s face had been discolored, and he went down as if an ax had hit him. Once again he tried to rise and she let him stagger to his feet. As he reached them she decided on which side of the chin it was that Mrs. Nash had had the pimple coming;and her blow fairly lif?ted him, before he crashed Mary spied the strap on the floor. She picked it up, saying, half to herâ€" self:o phe [etoalant. "I‘ve ‘5ot a duty toward you yet." _Carefully, yet with ful} strength, "T‘ll shut the brat up," he said, with his characteristic laughâ€"the laugh that she never could hear without a feeling of anger. "T‘ll fix him. Ye don‘t go about it right." _ f Something swished by her ear. The baby screamed in agony. Mary saw a livid ridge rise across its face. Mary realized that he thought it was his wife in the bedroom, but she still bent silently over the crib. He came into the room, pavsing just a moment at the door. "There, dear; hush, hush!" soothed Mary, rubbing the little back. "Where are ye?" Mr. Nash‘s voice demanded from the living room. The baby cried again and she murâ€" mured a few soft words to it. "Ye won‘t leave the brat? I‘ll see whether ye won‘t!" McGonigal Flats had gone almost en masse to the parish social. The usual sounds and smells were absent. The creak of a loose board under Mary‘s rocker, which would have been quite unnoticed at ordinary times, asâ€" sailed her ear with monotonous reguâ€" larity. A roistering bottlefly slapped from spot to spot about the discolored ceiling. _ Several times the baby coughed and fretted in his sleep, which meant, each .time, that he had to be covered anew. He awoke finally and began to cry: Mary heated the bottle of milk which his mother had left, and gave him that, but it served only for a little while. He seemed to sense that things were not as usual. Sitting in the darkness beside the crib, Mary rubbed his back and patâ€" ted him lightly on the head until the tense little body relaxed. _ He had fallen asleep, with a last long quiver, and a querulous sob hal{â€"finished when the door of the flat opened and shut again with a bang. The baby started and uttered a frightened cry. "Poor little gossoon!" Mary said to herself. "He‘s fat and rosy now, but it‘s miserable he will be when he grows big enough for his father to beat." A black strap was hanging on a nail by the bedroom door. It was too narrow to be a razor strap. Mary liftâ€" ed and examined it idly, noting that there were no marks such as a razor would make. Then she let it drop again, with a sharp catch of the breath, and went quickly back to her chair in the living room. in his ear, his quick wits caught the idea instantly, so that he brightened and hastened after Tom and Nora. Catching them at the stairhead he bowed all around, with an especially respectful salutation for Mrs. Nash, and added himsel{ to the &nrty. Alone in the Nash fiat, Mary made sure that the baby was covered. By moving the living room lamp to the other side of the table she contrived to keep his room in semiâ€"darkness, and yet have light enough to view him in his crib. He was lying on his back, with one arm under the head, the other extended at full length, its chubby palm upward. _ 4. P3 B 872 "Johnny," she cried, "do stop using such dreadful expressions. I can‘t imagine where you pick them up." "Well, mother," replied Johnuy, Shakespeare uses them." "Then don‘t pley with him again," commanded his mother; "he‘s not a fit companion for you, I‘m sure." Johnny had been using some very unparliamentary language, much to his mother‘s distress. The same idea may be applied to a paper icecream saucer or a paper drinking cup. The inventor says that the printing should become visible with a slow de velopment, so that a person using the fngerâ€"bow! will notice the gradual apâ€" pearing of the advertisement, and thereby have his attention directed to it. A new idea in fingerâ€"bowls has been patented by Simon Bergman, of New York. It is made of paper, and on the inside of its bottom is printed an adâ€" vertisement in invisible ink. When water is poured into the receptacle, the printing appears. Minard‘s Liniment for Burns, ete. Ie.k:n;'fiu. If r ever st;ei:: that afilnâ€"or you ever mwifoâ€"â€" let all McGonigal Flats that wan wara Habad hy a wa. 1890 Income ........... $889,000 Assets ........... $2,473,000 Insurance in force. $16,759,000 1900 Income ........... $2,789,000 Assets ........... $10,486,000 Insurange in force, $57,980,000 1910 Incomp ........... $9,575,000 Assets ........... $38,164,000 Ingirance in force. $143,549,000 1920 Income ........... $28,751,000 Assets3 ...........$114,839,000 Insurance in force.$486,641,000 Details of the financial statement of this company for the past year appear elsewhere in this issue, and will be studied with more than usual interest in this its Jubjileg year. mvibâ€"l’ll let all lchuigl IALS that you were licked a woâ€" man. Do gou understand ?" Mr. Nash intimated that he did. The door of the fliat opened. Mrs. Nash, together with Tom, Nora and Larry, were in the hallway. Mary mei "Mr. Nash is here," she said, speakâ€" ing loudly. "He‘s pretty badly beaten up. He‘s been in a fight." "You meanâ€"*" questioned Larry, with incredulous eyes. "I mean ‘yes,‘ " she said. (The End.) One year after it was organized, in 1872, the company‘s income was $48,000; its assets, $96,461; and it had written policies for a total of $1,064,â€" 850. By the year 1880 the income had grown to $141,402 with assets $473,â€" 682, and insurance in force of $3,897,â€" 139. From this time onward the ceâ€" velopment of the company, not only in Canada, but in stretching out to many other countries of the world, proceeded at a rapid pace, as the tables for the next four decades indiâ€" With a cry, little Mrs. Nash rushed into the room, and, throwing her arms around her recumbent husband, conducted herself after the fashion of all good wives under such cireamâ€" stances. Tom and Nora crowded in to offer their help. _ Mary drew Larry into a corner of Mary drev thg_hjlway. which would be scandalous, but I never would think of beating you, "Larry, dear," she said, "you asked me a question the other day and I told m I couldn‘t marry any man that hadn‘t a fighting heart. I‘ve been I married Dennis I might be um?ted to beat him up once in a whileâ€" The year 1921 marks the fiftieth anâ€" niversary of the Sun Life Assurance Company of Canada, which in the half century of its existence had grown to be one of the largest and most sucâ€" cessful life insurance companies in the world. thinking since then that maybe it‘s just as well both of us haven‘t it. If aril don‘t make it sick by using strong scaps, pigments, or by neglect. mflz'lcnn&q, with warm water, tinee dfl'u , and the most delicste skin kept soft and white and HARD SKINS will become softer and whiter. Baby‘s Adviceâ€" Don‘t use medicated soaps unless your skin is sickâ€" 1890 Income .......... MSSEL§ / s .s.+.%l. Insurance in force 1900 Income .......... Assets gee se e k6 + Insurange in force 1910 Incomp .......... Fiftieth Anniversary of Sun Life. AMEUUIIINC y uk e en e 4 en MSSEL§ / s <.s.+a%lr% Insurance in force. Iucome ......i.,.. Assets gee se n k6 e 6+ Insurange in force, Incomp ........... Insp'rance in force. income ..........; ASSELS ./ is1 s rruals s A Nasty, Rude Boy. Paper Bowls. "Entertain?" repeated Mrs. Banâ€" croft. "Anne kind of colored up. ‘It ain‘t exactly hallowed,‘ she says; ‘it wasn‘t mother‘s; it belonged to Aunt Calisâ€" ty‘s husband‘s first wife. But I guess you‘re right, Eunice,‘ for she grasped my idea; ‘a thing is all right if it‘s useful. Evenâ€"if people don‘t have ‘em nowadays, I couldn‘t do without my dresser; I shall need it when J entertain.‘ " "‘You mean,‘ I says, ‘they ain‘t genteel any longer? Maybe they ain‘t, but I should say an old hallowed piece of cherry was way above style!‘ "Anne didn‘t seem much impressed. She seemed to be trying to argue something with herself, ‘I haven‘t got any other place to keep my chiny.‘ Finally I up an‘ asked her what she was trying to figure out. "‘It‘s this,‘ she says. ‘I‘ve read in all three of them magazines I had sent me that people don‘t use dressâ€" ers nowadays.‘ "‘I think so, too,‘ she said, brightâ€" ening up. ‘I think it‘s good now and then for folks and furniture to change an‘ shift about.‘ But pretty soon she asked in the same troubled way if I thought it would look better in the room without the dresser. I told her no, that you could see your face in it, and that it lighted up that dark corner lovely. "She‘s got them two best chairs of hers, the grandfather clock, her mothâ€" er‘s mahogany work table and fourâ€" poster and that cherry dresser covâ€" ered with bits 91 crockery, "Well, as I..was saying, I‘d never seen: her low in her mind before; but as soon as we‘d passed the time o‘ day ghe asked, kind of doubtful, how I thought, her things looked. Nice, I told her. * "I don‘t know as she needs pity; she‘s the same old ticket in her mind. I ain‘t seen her4ast down, not a mite, but just once. That was when I went up to see her last week. front of the window. They‘ve given her the best room they‘ve got. And the room is fixed up with some of Anne‘s things and looks real kind of pretty. "And Anne Savary‘s gone to the alma‘ouse." Mrs. Best was telling Mrs. Bancroft what had / happened while she was away. "How hard!" Mrs. Bancroft murâ€" mured. "She was so active, so ambiâ€" tious, so willing to Avork." "That last shock took all the work out of her," confitinued Mrs. Best; "she can use hef right hand and arm a little; but“t)i‘by put her into a chair after they‘ve dressed her, and there she sets in the south front room till they get her to bed aql’n.” "Poor Miss Savary! "I always go right in, so‘s not to trouble anybody, and I found Anne in her best bib and tucker setting in TORONTO Mrs. Best nodded. "She says she‘s always meant to have an atâ€"home day, but she ain‘t been situated so she could til now." Works of reference now show 254,â€" 158 honored conferred through the war. The Great War Veterans‘ Associaâ€" tion of Canada has a membership of 200,000 in 847 branches. ing up to tractors for farm power. One British farm paper says that horses soon will not be needed. Dye Old Each pacgage of "Diamond Dyes" contains easy directions for dyeing any article of wool, silk, cotton, linen, or mixed goods. Heware! Poor dye streaks, spots, fades and ruins maâ€" terial by giving it a ‘dyedâ€"look." Buy "Diamond Dyes" only. Druggist has Color Card. The seaâ€"horse carries its eggs in a sort of pocket until they are hatched. Minard‘s Liniment Relieves Colds, etc. The British people are now warmâ€" Women! Use "Diamond Coats, Stockings, Draperies, EBd TORONTO SALT WORKe 0. 4. GLIFF _â€" Tononto B +403 o % Same Price, Same Quality, Same Quaptity. Has not changed since 1914 COARSE SALT LA ND SALT wHy »#OoK oLD? Bach pair is given its own »i;> fenced lot, suficiently large for tho: to exercise in; and in the coutre t 0 male bird digs a hole in the grow for a nest. There in the bare dirt >« eges ave laid. Each egg weigns 1 poundsâ€"more than three dozon )« eggs weigh,. lt is the father‘s duis keep the nest. cleaer of all trash an to sit upor it every night; but as = as the chicks are hatched the pa»~ birds walk away in utter unconco bles and is soon ready for its | taste of aifalfa or grain. The food | at the farm is sixty dollars a dov the ostriches seem always hung You would expect a loud, ra» voice from a creature whose h<~d @ll mouth and staring eyes; but : only noise an cstrich can make soun: like a man clearing his throat, or |i} the dull cough of an exhaust pipe. Remarkable Dream Warnin:s: In 1912 a confession that a dn prevented him from sailing in th« tanic was made by the Hon. J Middleton, viceâ€"president of the A\ Canton Railway of Ohfo, UK.A. It is about sixteen years ago * the Brizham fishing emack Lysa v~ run down off the Devonshire c0s« with the loss of five men Ou the 8w day night previous to the disastor 0:« of the men, camed Furneaux, dream of the wreck and related his exper ence to his wife. "I would not go : “” h mc "if I m ‘el someone mm-" Of course that was and he went to his grav Indeed, no care is necessary baby bird, which is as large as a 5n hen, eats nothing for three or days, then swallows a quantity of ; "I booked my ca>in on March 2 he stated. "I felt unaccountabls pressed at tha time, and on Apri‘ I Areamt that I saw the Titanic . size in midâ€"ocean. "*"The following night I had a sim‘! dream. The next day I told my wite » reveral of my friends, and evonts: I decided to cance!l my passage. _ The most valugble plumes come from the wings, which yield twonty» four feathers each, sometimes twentyâ€" seven inckes long. " The tail yields about sgeventyâ€"five smaller feathore. All the emowâ€"whité plumes come from the blackest birds and always from the males,. Or the particalar farm of which we speak, which is the largest and oldest of its kind in the United States, thore are ostriches of two die tinect varieties, the South African o« trich, which has bluighâ€"black fosh, and the Nubian ostriclk which has pink fiesh. _ The N'? have remarkab‘s strength, a tremendous stride ans speed, and, though sometimes coward!» they often fight each other furious!y, Kicking forward, they strike their 0p ponent in the chest with a thud thai sounds like a shot in a barrel. . O course the fighting binds must be seps rated at once, but as no keoper dares risk his life among them at those mad moments, some one rolls a dozo: oranges into the enclosure. The e tire flock By at the fruit, and the gue> rel is quickly forgotten. Fights occur only in the courting pen, for at a olher times the birds dwell in th<ir geparate small enclosures, Can‘t Teach Ostriches Sense. "It is always leap year at our place," paid the manager, "for it is the fom: that does the choosing. There are : domestic dificulties for those st::. stepping cregtures. ‘They mate for life. Ounly once in the history oi x farm has there been a tragedy. al.;~ McKinleyâ€"a regal fellow!â€"kicl c mate to death because she wou!d sit on their eggs in the dayti: though hbe sat upes thom dutifully :)) night. . Day after day he was :« remonstrating with her, driviag h: toward the nest in the centre of the : lot. Finally he literally kicked her death, despite our bes*t efforts to sa ber. Soon afterwards, when he w. put again into the courting pe other one prompty chose him:> in wih Mrs, No, 2 he has been ‘living happy ever after‘ ‘They are fin: birds, but they seldom show a grain ~i sense and we cannot teach thon: : thing." Readers will remember how the " tanie struck an icoberg on hor maid trip and sank with enormous ;o>« It was plumeâ€"picking day at the os trich farm. A curious crowd stood outâ€" side the railings and walchod a young man capture the h birds. He did lt"ulcflypu.l’ubh'd and bendâ€" ing its neck with one hand while with the other he clapped a black hood over its head. ‘When the birds had thus been blinded, he easily pushed them into a email pen where other men cut the "ripe plumes" from their bodics. The plumes cre picked every nine months at the T’ where two hunâ€" dred and ninetyâ€"six birds are corraled An ostrich is fifst picked when less than a year 01d, and then every nine months throughout its life. The older it is the better the feathers, and many of the birds live to be seventy or seventyâ€"five years old. Food Bill at the Farm is Sixty Dollars a Day, Yet Birds Seem Always Hungry. "ALWAYS LEAP YEAR HERE," SAYS MANAGCER. 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