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*® * F% _ "CALADA" [ _ marrrvarâ€"ureamiPd 198VUE No. X The above methods do not work at all on the older child, and never did. It would only make her sullen. She loves to read, and when 1 want to get her to do the things "that fit her to be of worth," all that is necessary is to say, for example, "Jane, you may read after you have practiced your music, not before, remember." To be denied her book is far more of a punishment than to be disciplined in any other way. 1 The ideal is fine and helpful, but two little daughters, aged six and nine, sometimes cause me almost to‘ lose sight of it. They are quite dif-I ferent in temperameni and I find that what works with one is not efficacious,l with the other. The younger child| loves to visit at a neighbor‘s, and!| after she had been over several times: recently, I suggested that she lhould; play at home that afternoon. When| she disobeyed and went over there, l, brought her home, gave her her sup-' per, and put her to bed. It was only‘ an hour before her usual bedtime, but she so loves to sit up after daddy! comes in that it has kept her from!‘ running away since. So:metimes shoz gets angry and strikes. Then I tie a carpet rag loosely around her arm,‘ telling her that when daddy sees that,! it will make him know that the little arm has been naughty again. She‘ would rather be punished in any way than to wear the rag on her arm. I never have to leave it on more than a few minutes before she comes to . me repentant and begs me to forgive: Meal After Vacation time brings with it added problems in discipline. We make a mistake when we think of discipline as only "making children mind." That, properly understood, it is an effort on the parent‘s part so to reguâ€" late the instinctive desires of the child that by his own efforts he graduâ€" ally fits himself to be of worth to his‘ generation. ' EDDYS®) . But these ways don‘t always work Clear as Crystalâ€" TRAINING THE CHILDREN. CREEN TEA "® is reflected in every cup. The most delicious GREEN TEA in the world. Woman‘s Sphere The absolute purity of A aniversal custom that baenefils everyâ€" bedy. Rids digestion, cleanses the tooth, soothes the throat. JUST TRY IT chips in the cheesecloth haw an4s 4.L . It took me a moment or two to realâ€" chips in the cheesecloth bag and then ize that we were attacked. Every man make my suds. This prevents small has one special funk in the back of | flakes of soap adhering to and spotâ€" his head, and minc was to be the ting the material, and also every bit quarry of an angry crowd. I hated of soap is utilized.â€"G. 8. the thought of itâ€"the mess, the blind } mnmmmmevifcwrmaty . +s ‘struggle, the sense of unleashed pasâ€" | Keep on Going sions different from those of any | . single l')lackgunrd. It was a dark It is an unwritten law of the universe world to me, ard I don‘t like darkâ€" that the only way to keep up is to ness. But in my nightmares I had keep going. This law may be broadly never imagined anvthing just like applies. It is applicable to many this. The narrow, fotid street. with things and to all people. the icy winds fanning the filth, the _ It is a long trail that has no turning. unknown tongue, the hoarse savage We have been following its rough and Murmur, and my utter ignorance as rugged course already far beyend t? What it might all be about, made where the turn should have been: still M¢ £O!d in the pit of my stomach. _ | Mérrctnl T s inlke i roukll ‘"We‘ve cot it in the neck this time, it is not in «ight. Shall we give "P old man," I said to Peter, who had and stop? When the bicycle stops it out the nistol the comm=endant at falls over. Rustchuk had given him. These pisâ€" There is but one safe thing for us tols were our only wespons. The to do, and it is the only way of keep crowd saw them and hing back, but ing our place in the sun, and that is if they chose to rush us it wasn‘t much . to keep on going. of a barrier two pistols would make. SKijffe..s ; _ Rasta‘s voice had stopped. He had To prevent depredation by rats and done his work. and had retired to the other rodents silos for the storage of background. There ware shouts from in in Mexico are made of concrete. the CrOWiâ€""A%emsn" and a word grain 'I“Kknfl':/r:'-'" c~=*~ntly repesied. I , didn‘t know wh=* it moant at ths time, The United States consumes about but now I krow that they wore aftor 2,000,000 tons of newsprint a year. |us because wâ€" w re Boches and spies. wunmmzemzue There wis ro love lost betwsen the' Minard‘s Linimens for Corne and Wart; Constantizcple . seum and their new| There is but one safe thing for us to do, and it is the only way of keepâ€" ing our place in the sun, and that is to keep on going. It is a long trail that has no turning. We have been following its rough and rugged course already far beyend where the turn should have been: sti!] it is not in eight. Shall we give up and stop? When the bicycle stops it falls over. It is an unwritten law of the universe that the only way to keep up is to keep going. This law may be broadly applies. It is applicable to meany things and to all people. LAUNDERING SUMMER DRESSES, When washing ginghams and other delicate fabrics that are apt to fade, I never apply soap directly to them. I place small pieces of bar soap or soap chips in the cheesecloth bag and then make my suds. This prevents small flukes of soun adharximne kn c i o. oL When everything doesn‘t go right, when the ironing board wabbles and must be lifted and rearranged every time a skirt or little frock is to be put on it, then froning is nothing but a tiresome job. With the latest in ironâ€" ing boards at which to do one‘s work, all these troubles are avoided. The board rests on its own stand and it is so braced and arranged that it is steadiness itself; yet it is not a big cumbersome affair, but light and easâ€" ily handled. There is no brace at the one end, so that one may slip the frocks and all the other garments which must be put on the board to be ironed right over it without moving a thing. Imagine how much more quickâ€" ly the work can be finished with a! board of this kind. When one has finished the ironing the board may be‘ folded and placed out of the way, so that it takes up no more room than the old kind which requires supports. Sometimes I get so discouraged that, were it not for our little bedtime talks, when the girlies and I go over the mistakes of the day and resolve to make a fresh start with the new morning, I should feel like giving up entirely. And yet, I know that there is nothing more worth whileeâ€"Mrs. Y.H. K. ' The Pattern is cut in 4 Sizes: 8, 10, 12 and 14 years. 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One instant we were think such a figure no better than a groping our solitary way in the dark. Mountebank, and yet there was noâ€" ness, the next we were pinned against thing comic in it Fearful and sinisâ€" a wall with a throaty mob surging ter and uncanny it was; and I wanted round us. to do anything but laugh. tnll WECELTT CHAPTER XI ithe one 1 THE COMPANIONS OFP THE RoSY HoURS. wore the Another ten yards and we were at a crossâ€"road, where a little glaca faced a biggish mosque. I could see in the waning light a crowd of people who seemed to be moving towards us. I heard the highâ€"pitched voice cry out a jJabber of excited words, and it seemed to me that I had heard the volce before. Take the advice of Angelo Kuprasso "CSON they were on our side. and avoid the streets after nightfall.|_ The Press was no longer heavy Stamboul is no safe place nowadays A8@AWSt US. It was thinning rapidly for quiet men." and I could hear the scuffile as men _ I asked him to name an hotel, and made off down the side streets. My he rattled off m list from which I first notion was that these were the chose one that sounded modest and in TUrkish police. But I changed my keeping with our getâ€"up. It was not D4 when the leader came out into a far off, only a hundred yards to the Eatch of light. He carried no torch, right at the top of the Kill. ut a long stave with which he beâ€" When we le}t,: his door the night labored the heads of those who were had begun to drop. We hadn‘t gone t99 tightly packed to flee. | twenty yards before Peter drew very‘, !t Was the most eldritch apparition near to me and kept turning his head You can conceive. A tall man dressed" like a hunted stag. in skins, with bare legs and sandalâ€" «We are being followed close, Cor. °h04 féet. _A wisp of scarlet cloth| nelis," he said calmly. | clung to his shoulders, and, drawn | Another ten yards and we were at °VC his head down close to his eyes,| a crossâ€"road, where a little place W8S 4 Skullâ€"cap of some kind of pelt| faced a biggish mosque. I coulgl see With the tail waving behind it. He| in the waning light a crowd of people °RPSY¢d like a wild animal, kecpingl who seemed to be moving towards us. UP 2 Strange high monotone that fairâ€" I heard the highâ€"pitched voice cry out !Y £AY@ me the creeps. | "Then the fourth hour after mid-g day. Walk straight through the cafe and one will be there to unlock the door. _ You are newâ€"comers here?, Take the advice of Angelo Kuprasso and avoid the streets after nightfall. Stamboul is no safe place nowadays for quiet men." I I asked him to name an hotel, and he rattled off a list from which I chose one that sounded modest and in keeping with our getâ€"up. It was not far off, only a hundred yards to the right at the t"}’ of the fiill. , _ When we left his door the night "Oh, indeed," I said with a proper tone of resgect, though I hadn‘t a noâ€" tion what he meant. "Will the Signor wish to come?" "Sure," I said. "Both of us. We‘re all for the rosy hours." He bent his head closer and said in a whisperâ€" "The Compagnie des Heures Roses." "That is the old place," I observed with feeling. "What times I‘ve seen We were looking into a mean little yard, with on one side a high curving wall, evidently of great age, with bushes growing in the cracks of it. Some scraggy myrtles stood in broken pots, and nettles flourished in a corâ€" ner. At one end was a wooden buildâ€" ing like a dissenting chapel, but painted a dingy scarlet. Its windows and skylights were black with dirt, and its door, tied up with rope, tlapâ€" ped in the wind. door and with a swirl the wind caught it and blew it back on us. ‘no garden-rsouso.” :;iovl: newspapers , or . incorruptible "Rot," I said; "I‘ve been here be.â€"| P9"‘C¢. ’ fore, my boy. 1 recall your shanty at‘ I wished to Heaven I had a word of ‘the back and many merry nighu;'l‘urlush. But I made my voice heard |‘there. What as it you called it? Oh, 19", 4 Second in a pause of the din, ‘I rememberâ€"the Gardenâ€"House of and shouted that we were German ; Suliman the Red." |sailors who had brox:ight down big |_ _ He put his finger to his lips and g"' for Turkey, and were going looked incredibly sly. "The Signor ROM® next day. I asked them what remembers that. But that was in the th* devil they thought we had done?‘ old happy days before war came. The I don‘t know if any fellow there‘ Klnc‘ is Â¥ong since shut. The people understood ‘German; anyhow, it only here are too poor to dance and sing." brought a pandemonius of cries in | ‘: "All the same I would like to have which that ominous word Khafiyehl another look at it," I said, and I slipâ€" W28, Predominant. 'fed an English sovereign into his Then Peter fired over their heads.l hand. He had to, for a chap was pawing at! Hesglinnced at it in surprise and has throat. The answer was a clater: his manner changed. "The Signor is of bullets on the wall above us. It‘ a Prince, and I will do his will." He 190ke4 as if they meant to take us ! clapped his hands and the negro apâ€" alive, and that I was very clear should | geeared, and at his nod took his pluce not happen. Better a bloody end in | hind a little sideâ€"counter. |a street scrap than the tender mercies "Follow me," he said, and led us of that 'bandbox bravado. through a long, noisome passage,‘ I don‘t know what happened next. which was pitch dark and very unâ€" A press drove down at me and I fired. evenly paved. Then he unlocked a ~%"* ON€ Squealed, and I looked the ‘"You are Mr. Kuprasso," I said. "I wanted to show t.Kil place to my friend. He has heard of your gardenâ€" house and the fun there." "The Signor is mistaken. I have ooo on # un us uo @ use s uwe se o CHAPTER GREENMANTLE â€"â€"â€"~ BY JOHN BUCHAN. (Copyrighted Tromas Nelson and Sons, TORONTO hemse I was suddenly aware that the crowd had gone. Before us was only this figure and his halfâ€"dozen comâ€" {panions, some carrying torches and |all wearing clothes of skin. But only | the one who seemed to be their leader Then I did a dashed silly thing. I pulled out a sovereign and offered !t I couldn‘t make sense of it. but one thing was clear. These maniacs had delivered us for the moment from Rasta and his friends. "He means us 'tib"move." "For God‘s sake let‘s get this witchâ€"doctor." As he shouted he kept Eointinl with his stave up the street whic climbed the hillsld':e. ‘a gush of rapid specch. Their words { did not seem to be directed against us, but against the crowd. A sudden hope came to me that for some unknown ‘reason they were on our side. ! _ And now a new word was heard in the crowd. It was Chinganeh, shoutâ€" ;ed not in anger but in fear. | At first I could not see the newâ€" comers. They were hidden in the deep darkness under their canopy of \light, for they were holding their torches high at the full stretch of ‘their arms. They were shouting, too, , wild fhrill cries ending sometimes in ate peril to face. When I had been up against a real, urgent, physical risk, like Loos, the danger at any rate had been clear. One knew what one was in for. But here was a threat I foul(‘in’t.put a name to, and it wasn‘t 1 never went through many worse minutes than these. When I had been hunted in the past weeks there had been mystery enough, but no immediâ€" I don‘t know what happened next. A press drove down at me and I fired. Some one squealed, and I looked the next moment to be strangled. And then suddenly the scrimmage ceased, and there was a wavering splash of light in that pit of darkness. Then Peter fired over their heads. He had to, for a chap was pawing at has throat. The answer was a clater of bullets on the wall above us. It looked as if they meant to take us alive, and that I was very clear should not happen. Better a bloody end in a street scrap than the tender mercies of that bandbox bravado. ; home next day. I asked them what the devil they thought we had done? I don‘t know if any fellow there understood ‘German; anyhow, it only brought a pandemonius of cries in which that ominous word Khafiyeh was predominant. | masters. It seemed an jronical end for Peter and me to be done in beâ€" ‘cause we were Boches. And done in we should be. I had heard of the |East as a good place for people to ‘disappear in; there were no inquisiâ€" M# We w i+ o to move," said Peter away from Enjoq thirst You‘ll like this beverage as surely as sunshine and fresh air make you thirsty. It is a disâ€" tinctive blend of choicest products from natureâ€" Delicious and Refreslfing THE COCACOLA COMPANY Toronto, Montreal, Winnipeg, Vancouver The best place for a vacation is where you can be most cheerful. Automobile parties should not forâ€" get that "Leave a place as you like to find it" has long been a rule with gentlefolk. Minard‘s Liniment for Coughs & Colde To sweeten any kind of frying fat, cook fresh sliced potatoes in it until they are done. The fat will become sweet, no matter how rancid it was. Y\ live up to it? "Why, sir, you don‘t mean that o balfâ€"dollar of mine? Why, I‘ve lod ¢ with that for the last Afteen years;® Do you plan your schedule of work i"by,d.’,"‘ullhrnmu. ment. A clergyman, taking occasional duty for a friend in a remote country parish, was greatly scandalized on observing the old verger who had been collecting the offertory quietly abstract a fiftyâ€" cent piece before presenting the plate at the altar rail, After service he called the old man into the vestry and told him with some emotion tat his crime had been digâ€" covered. The verger looked puzsled for a moâ€" mant ~ihiem cluleq o C it cceny 10 [CCCC wNne Hils aACrose the capâ€" ‘ain‘s weatherâ€"beaten face when at iength he gives the order: "p. 16 coal ship." epare burnt. lics of Iimehouse and Road, E., all make their to the common cause, nthain cstiertrags. 4 chairs, tables, and all the prarapherâ€" nalia of cabins are remorselasaly Next, the cabin tvtnx;n;{i;lm; bunks are ripped out. Gailyâ€"painted chests, reâ€" lics of Iimehouse and Commenrcial is ..« a ~ am Las 8 ‘ Slowly, very slowly, the patent log records the miles as we pass along. Now the dstance to go is down to forty miles; another watch brings it down to thirty, but the emergencyâ€"fuel rations are running low, Now the derrickâ€"booms are unstrip» ped, cut into short lengths, soaked in coaâ€"tar, and thrown to the flames, First the paint and the varnish and the whole contents of the bos‘un‘s «store go down to the stokehold and into the dying furnace. Already the HLP. crankâ€" shaft goes over with a more detor. mined thrust, and the flames leap out of the ship‘s funnel. Sothonltlsthuthoutdrmle resource is used. The ship must be burnt to drive the engines. Fifty miles to go, the last shoveilful is gone, and if once the steam goes back very far it will be almost an timâ€" possibility to raise it again. Eomething must be done to get her over the last lap, especially as the weather looks bettor as it isâ€"â€"â€"" He taps the barometer, and the chief sees the indicator full of friction. "Ob, well, chief, we can but do our best! Better reduce her to halfâ€"speed; she won‘t burn so much." No Coal and Fifty Miles to Go. Another day and another night pass over, and still the old ship covers those long miles all toc siowly, at a tremendous cost in fuel. "Six hundred miles is the exact disâ€" tance," he says "and if the weather was at all decent we could do it; but But the captain, with tired eyes pouring over the chart, does not reâ€" ply. He is measuring the uncomfortâ€" ably long line between the ship and the nearest coal depotâ€"at Coronel, dwindling. Eight bells, and those ragged clouds to windward speak of another night of shrieking wind and highâ€"running seas. The chief engineer, clad in overalls, cimbs against the wind to the upper bridge, in search of the captain. In the chartâ€"room he finds him. "Sixty tons is all w> have," he laâ€" conically remarks. ’ Gale follows gale and slowly, very slowly, the trampâ€"steamer plugs her way south. Coal is flung into the fur mace with generous hands, but a bare six knots is the result. An Anxious Time. Through the Magellan Strait after ten weary days, and then up the Pataâ€" gonian coast. But here it is no betâ€" ter; the westerly gales blow straight across the Pacific on the rocky coast to leeward, and the ponderous gait of the old ship is as heartbreaking to the weary officers, tramping up and down the sprayâ€"sodden bridge, as to the engineers, who, with anxous eyes, "Plenty of coal on board, chie‘"" h4 eske. "We have twelve days‘ stoam. ing to Coronel. How much have yoy** "Four hundred tons," replies the other; "suflicent for seventooen days, That‘s plenty; besides, coal is expen. sive here." Out from Buenos Aires and down into the Roaring Forties they go, where always the west wind blows with screaming force, piling up moun Before leaving Buenos Aires, bound for the Strait of Magellan and thep porth to Vaiparaiso, the captain sends for his chief engineer, _ 9 100009 CY %% CHGe Then a sudden light dawned on Burning Their Boats. LIFEBOATS AS make their ooutrlbugg stock of coal rapidly soOrFT PORK A MEA RACON. 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