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come al +4 th When she b they were n each was h tion! turne Those wooden door bumpers that screw into the wall back of the door extending out three or four inches with a hard rubber tip at the end aro useful for other than their original xXEW USES FOR DOOR BUMPERS Screwed into the bottom of the legs of an ordinary dining chair transâ€" forms it into a very acceptable high chair for the child not yet large enough to use a chair of usual height. Some housewives prefer such an arâ€" rangement to the usual high stool for working at a table or sink since the to the worker For Your Health _ In the same way a low work table and down the block and tell me what you see." i At heart Evelyn was a good sport. She admitted what she might have adâ€" mitted days before: almost all of the yards had been raked up; some had the beginnings of gardens, and here and there clean white curtains were hasging behind freshly washed winâ€" dows. "That‘s after three months of living near mother!" said Donald. "I think," Evelyn said slowly, "I‘ll have Lina Craig come and see me ean be successfully raised so as to prevent unnecessary stooping. If the bumpers are stained or painted to corâ€" respond with the article with which they are used their appearance is good, for at a casual glance a visitor might likely suppose that they had been put in place when the chair or table was made. s W If the sink is so low as to be inconâ€" venient for dishwashing fasten four of the bumpers to a square frame or platform as a stand upon which to place the dishpan. _ This makes a strong, steady foundation and, a fact that will appeal strongly to the careâ€" ful housekeeper, the rubber tips will not mar the enamel sink. Yet another use for them was found when the kindergarten set became too low for the children to work at in comfort while the adultâ€"size table and d One of the Best Equipped in Ontario. We bave FirstClass Instructors to make you a Real Expert. Write or see W G. Paton, 661 Queen St. E., Toronto. MOTHER AND THE STREET "CALAD A" is the purest and most scientifically prepared tea, sold today. â€" Try it. irDOSse AUTOMOBILE can never, never ask anyone & and see me here!" Evelyn de a y Woman‘s Sphere the chair offers extra ‘support Then she smiled. th 1SSVUE No. ild p ‘s ti you should buy the best. St th cet Dooryard Associaâ€" y difference, sis?" She ound of her brother‘s ut his hand under her me this blind streak roman. Now walk up W ted. At the corner topped; something t her heart. Had lent? The yard in was full of people. almer she saw that 1 children, and that i purple or yellow sy"* J .4. was downâ€" ied earlier lyn went () n P chairs were still uncomfortably high. Bumpers proved to raise the low tables ard chairs to just a suitable height for the youngsters. "Mother," said little Herbert, "will you please pin my collar tight? Here‘s the pin." Sure enough, in his small hand he grasped a large safety pin with which to more closely confine the collar of his play coat. o with the button. "I placed a workbasket where the children could reach it and they beâ€" gan bringing me necessary repairsâ€" thread, blunt scissors, needlecase, and the like. They quickly learned where to get wrapping paper, twine and paper bags. "I believe this training is teaching, the children to be more patient and thoughtful. Many times I have watchâ€", ed them when a toy broke or some article of clothing gave out. lnstead‘ of casting it impatiently aside or runâ€" ring to me for help, they almost inâ€" variably look it over thoughtfully.| ‘We‘ll have to have hammer and nails, Linda, Herbert will announce. ‘I‘ll, get them.‘ Or, ‘Mother can sew that shocstring together if she had linen thread. I‘ll get it, Herbert.‘ : "Just now this is a great help to me. But I believe that in the future it will be the children who will reap the reward." j The United States annually gives away 65 million packages of vegetable and flower seeds. lllur"o Linknent Heals Cute A SIMPLE, PRACTICAL HOUSE FROCK. s‘ P B1 Du Cns 9 1 s )~ ‘past a block. Just before the darkenâ€" !9‘?59 y [ ffng we seemed to outstrip the first | press, and had a clear run for about ten miles over a low pass in the hills. I began to get anxious about the car, & J for it was a poor one at the best, and > the road was guaranteed soonar or 4454. This model has convenient later to knock even a Rollsâ€"Royce into pockets, inserted at the joining of scrap iron. s s waist and skirt. The lines are simple _ All the same it was glorious to be and the style is easy to develop. Creâ€" “"f‘o‘r;"a t::wq;ggk a‘;’r’"‘;"hep :;?E.: a f‘t’;: :‘::; ."ld u'fbl“fl,‘ed mush;x are her; bitter air like a stag. There floated ined. Crepe in two colors WOUGd uy from little wayside camps the odor also be attractive. of woodâ€"smoke and dungâ€"fires. . That, The Pattern is cut in 4 Sizes: Small, 34â€"36; Medium, 38â€"40; Large, 32â€"44: Extra Large, 46â€"48 inches bust measure. A Medium size requires 5 vards of one material 32 inches wide or, 1% yards of plain material for the waist portions and belt, and 3%4 of figured material. The width at the foot is 2+4 yards. 2 he P Blenkiron played Patience, and Peter and I took a hand at picquet, but mostly we smoked and yarned. Getâ€" ting away from that infernal city had cheered us up wonderfullg. Now we were out on the open road, moving to. the sound of the guns. At the worst we should not perish like rats in a sewer. We would be all together, too, and that was a comfort. 0% think we felt the relief which a man who has been on a lonely outpost feels when he is brought back to his battalion. Beâ€" sides, the thing had gone clean beyond our power to direct. It was no good planning and scheming, for none of us had a notion what the next step might be. We were fatalists now, beâ€" lieving in Kismet, and that is a comâ€" fortable faith. a bit fascinated. We hated her too much for that. But she fairly struck Blenkiron dumb. He said himself it was just like a rattlesnake fmd a_birg; about the most courageous I have ever met, should be paralyzed by a slim woman. There was no doubt about it. The thought of her made the future to him as black as a thunder cloud. It took the power out of his joints, and if she was going to be much around, it looked as if Blenkiron might be counted out. EEW!y RUVEC MIIEW PVW PBTCBCCZOOOOB O MPWCUCUWICY "No, sir; I haven‘t got no sort of affection for the lady. My trouble is that she puts me out of countenance, and I can‘t fit in as an antagonist. I guess we Americans haven‘t got the right poise for dealing with that kind of female. We‘ve exalted our womenâ€" folx into little tin gods, and at the same time left them out of the real business of life. Consequently, when we strike one playing the biggest kind of man‘s game we can‘t place her. We aren‘t used to regarding them as anyâ€" thing except angels and children. I wish I had had you boys‘ upbringing." Angora was like my notion of some place such as Amiens in the retreat from Mons. It was one mass of troops and transportâ€"the neck of the bottle, for more arrived every hour, and the only outlet was the single eastern road. The town was pandemonium into which distracted German officers were trying to introduce some order. They didn‘t worry much about us, for the heart of Anatolia wasn‘t a likely huntingâ€"ground for suspicious charâ€" acters. We took our passports to the commandant, who vised them readily, and told us he‘d do his best to get us transport. We spent the night in a sort of hotel, where all four crowded into one little bedroom, and next mornâ€" ing I had my work cut out getting a motor car. It took four hours, and the use of every great name in the Turkish Empire, to raise a dingy sort of Studebaker, and another two to get the petrol and spare tires. As for a chauffeur, love or money couldn‘t find him, and I was compelled to drive the thing myself. We left just after midâ€"day and of the village I had proposed to spend swung out into bare bleak downs| the night in. Twilight was falling and patched with scrubby woodlands. There, we were still in an unfeatured waste, was no snow here, but a wind was crossing the shallow glen of a stream. blowing from the east which searched There was a bridge at the bottom of a the marrow. Presently we climbed up slopeâ€"a bridge of logs and earth into the hills, and the road, though not which had apparently been freshly badly engineered to begin with, grew strengthened for heavy traffic. As we as rough as the channel of a stream. aproached it at a good pace the car No wonder, for the traffic was like ceased to answer to the wheel. what one saw on that awful stretch| I struggled desperately to keep it between Cassel and Ypres, and there straight, but it swerved to the left and were no gangs of Belgian roadmakers we plunged over a bank into a marshy to mend it up. We found troops by the hollow. There was a sickening bump thousands striding along with their as we struck the lower ground, and impassive Turkish faces, ox convoys, the whole party were shot out into the mule convoys, wagons drawn by frozen slush. I don‘t yet know how sturdy little Anatolian horses, and, I escaped, for the car turned over and Lcoming in the contrary direction, by rights I should have had my back many shabby Red Crescent cars and broken. But no one was hurt. Peter wagons of the wounded. We had to was laughing, and Blenkiron, after crawl for hours on end, till we got shaking the snow out of his hair, joinâ€" past a block. Just before the darkenâ€" ed him. For myself I was feverishly ing we seemed to outstrip the first examining the machine. It was about press, and had a clear run for about as ugly as it could be, for the front ten miles over a low pass in the hills. axle was broken. All the same it was glorious to be repair a garment, do you have trouble out in the open again. Peter‘s face in finding tops and bottoms that fit? wore a new look, and he sniffed the A friend of mine has an idea that bitter air like a stag. There floated saves much trouble. When she has up from little wayside camps the odor a stray snap she does not throw it of woodâ€"smoke and dungâ€"fires. . That, Into a drawer loose." She has & small and the curious acrid winter smail of _ i about th a ‘f t d great windâ€"blown spaces, will always CRIC RDOOL ine site of a posl car come to my memory as I think of that through which she punches a hole '_"'h day. Every hour brought me peace of & card punch, stiletto, or anything mind and resolution. I feli as I had handy. Then she puts the bottom of felt when the battalion first marched the snap on one side of the card and from Aire towards the firingâ€"line, a the top on the other and snaps them kind of keyingâ€"up and wild expeciaâ€" together. Whenever she needs a snup tion. I‘m not used to cities, and loungâ€" pf any size she does not need to spend ing about Constantinople had slackenâ€" precious minute searching around in ec my fibre. Now, as the sharp wind 3 fer Iryl to ich JiKebat 110 | Iâ€"Sult RromtmP in anw kingt & Crawer Eying ma up parts. . BY JOHN BUCHAN. â€"â€" (Copyrighted Thomas Nelson and Sons, Ltd.) CHAPTER XVIâ€"(Cont‘d.) | among those enemics, 2 GREENMANTLE among those enemics, end would prolâ€" ab‘y share theis downfall if we were not shot earlier. The truth is, I had got out of the way o/ regarding ihe thing as a struggle between armics and nations. 1 iard!y bothered to think where my sympathies lay. First and foremost it was a contest between the four of us and a crazy woman, and this personal antagonism made the strife of armies only a dimly felt background. We slept that night like logs on the floor of a dirty khan, and started next morning in a powder of snow. We were gotting very high up now, and it was perishing cold. The Companionâ€"â€" his name sounded like Hussinâ€"had traveled the road before and told me what the places were, but they conveyâ€" ed nothing to me. All morning we wriggled through a big lot of troops, a brigade at least, who swung along a‘\t | In the afternoon we cleared the] ‘column and had an open road for some hours. The land now had a tilt east-: ward, as if we were moving towards ‘the valley of a great river. Soon wel began to meet %ittle parties of men coming from the east with a new look‘ in their faces. The first lots of woundâ€" ‘ed had been the ordinary thing you |see on every front, and there had been |some pretence at organization. _ But \these new lots were very weary and broken; they were often barefoot, and {they scemed to have lost their transâ€" !port and to be starving. You would find a 11,rmup stretched by the roadside ‘in the last stages of exhaustion. Then would come a party limping along, so tired that they never turned their heads to look at us. Almost all were wounded, some badly, and most were horrobly thin. 1 wondered how my Turkish friend behind would explain ‘the sight to his men, if he believed in a great victory. They had not the air ‘of the backwash of a conquering Farmy.>. ~ . _ C ns a great pace with a fine free stride that I don‘t think I have ever seen | bettered. I must say I took a fancy to| the Turkish fighting man: I rememâ€" bered the testimonial our fellows gnve‘ him as a clean fighter, and I felt very bitter that Germany should have lug-} fivd him into this dirty business. They alted for a meal, and we stopped too and lunched off some brown bread and dried figs and a flask of very sour wine. I had a few words with one of the officers who spoke a little German. He told me they were marching straight for Russia, since there ha been a great Turkish victory in the Caucasus. "We have beaten the French and the British, and now it is Russia‘s turn," he said stolidly, as if repeating a lesson. But he added that he was mortally sick of war. ! I have said that the Studebaker wasi |\a rotten old car. Its steeringâ€"gear was pretty dicky, and the bad surface lnnd continual hairpin bends of the | road didn‘t improve it. Soon we came into snow lying fairly deep, frozen hard and rutted by the big transgort wagons. We bumped and bounced horâ€" | riBly, and were shaken about like peas in a bladder. I began to be acutely anxious about the old boneâ€"shaker, the \ more as we seemed a long way short â€"of the village I had proposed to spend ‘the night in. Twilight was falling and we were still in an unfeatured waste, ‘crossing the shallow glen of a stream. There was a bridge at the bottom of a slopeâ€"a bridge of logs and earth which had apparently been freshly strengthened for heavy traffic. As we aproached it at a good pace the car ceased to answer to the wheel. Even Blenkiron, who was no soldier, noticed it. . m‘""l-‘h;sé”boys look mighty bad," he observed. "We‘ve got to hustle, Major, if we‘re going to get seats for the last act." That was my own fecling. The sight made me mad to get on faster, for I saw that big things were happening in the East. I had reckoned that four days would take us rrom Angora to Erzerum, but here was the second nearly over and we were not yet a third of the way. I pressed on reckâ€" lessly, and that hurry was our unâ€" doing. Piater When you want an extra snap to repair a garment, do you have trouble in finding tops and bottoms that fit? A friend of mine has an idea that saves much trouble, When she has a stray snap she does not throw it into a drawer loose. She has a small card about the size of a post card through which she punches a hole with a card punch, stiletto, or anything After being used for years as a chilâ€" dren‘s playground, a large white stone on Ham Common, Surrey, is now stated to be a Roman altar about 2,000 years old. Minard‘s Liniment for Cangdru® A STITCH IN TIME (To be continued.) He was going to be all that should be Toâ€"morrow. ~ No one should be kinder â€" Toâ€"morrow. A friend who was troubled and weary he knew, Who‘d be glad of a lift and who needâ€" ed it, too; On him he would call and see what he could do Toâ€"morrow. Each morning he stacked up the letâ€" ters ho‘d write Toâ€"morrow. And thought of the folks he would fill with delight Toâ€"morrow. It was too bad, indeed, he was busy toâ€"day, And hadn‘t a mirute to stop On his way ; More time he would have to give others, he‘d say, Toâ€"morrow. The greatest of workers this man ;, would have been Toâ€"morrow. The world would have known him had he cver seen Toâ€"morrow. But the fact is he died and he faded from view. And all that he left here when living was through Was a mountain of things he intended Dr. Christian P. Neser, of Ondersteâ€" poort, South Africa, declares he has found a way to determine the endurâ€" ance of a racehorse more scientifically than has hitherto been possible. He finds that the red blood corâ€" puscles in the animal increase as its ability to stand hard rtrain increases, so that, other things being equal, the horse with the highest blood count has the best chance of winning. Horses used in ordinary work, states Dr. Neser, have only 23 per cent. of red corpuscles in their blood, while horses trained for the course often have as much as 52 per cent. ed corpuscles are oxygen carriers, and when a horse has many of them he can run longer and faster, because his muscles can draw on a large reâ€" serve of oxygen, and he therefore does not tire so quickly. Woman‘s Tool. EngineDriverâ€""The reason we are kept waiting here, ma‘am, is because the engine has broken down. 1 have examined it, and if I only had the proper tools 1 could fix it in half an hour." Weighing 36 stone, and 5% feet in width, the world‘s fattest man comes from Zaitchar, in Czechoâ€"Slovakia, To make him a suit calls for 16 feet of cloth 1 Helpful Old Ladyâ€""Here‘s a hair pin. Lumps of coal, with holes bored to take flowers and varnished to protect the cloth, were used as table decoraâ€" tions at a South African banquet reâ€" cently. Toâ€"morrow. From "A Heap o‘ Living," by Edgar A. 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They do Rather the shameful day slinks cowerâ€" ing in Overgray waste o° waters and gray land, Under a muled, meimncn0l) a1). And never does it burn away in one Swift, splendid burst of sanctifying filame As day once did, but shambles grayly past Under the mantle of the leper fog, To the dv;llvl;fipor of a starless night O Godâ€"for splendid spaces in this ‘dawnâ€" For glimmering vastness â€" wind that swings Tumuituously in from starry h For the tempestuous magle of Torn into shreds of freâ€"and hush Of aspen leaves black on an amber heavenâ€" For all the mighty pageantries of day That made life epic large, I am athirst. They have been music in my memory, They will go echoing with me till I Feet that have trodden granite Can never be content with milder come Home to my hills ways. Eyes that have heid high convarse with the stars Cannot be tamed i0 blinking scrvitude In molelike burrows. Mearts that have followed the wind Beat with a winged insurgence lill they spur The timorous flesh to skyward trails And mine toâ€"night is wild with all reâ€" bellion; Blind to all other boeartyâ€"bungering only For hill horizons and a coyote moonâ€" Sage in my nostrilsâ€"milling, mave rick starsâ€" And then the flame clad riders of the dawn Loping across the sky with hoofs of thunder. Disillusion, alas! comes to all of us. My first disillusion, says Mr. Arthur Porritt in the Best I Remember, came wher I was a boy of nine years, and every detail is burned upon my memâ€" ory. At my day school in a Lancashire town the boys had a mad craze one year for a particular form of sweets. All our pocket money went on a sort of sherbet, which we ate dry with a gpoon, and which we called "kali." It was sold in little flat wooden boxes, and there were several varieties, lemâ€" on, orange, pineapple, and so forth. Opinions varied sharply as to the merits of the various kinds. One boy praised lemon kali; another cared for nothing except orange; and a third vowed that all other varieties of the sweet were simply uneatable comâ€" pared with pineapple kall. We quarâ€" reled and almost came to blows over the relative merits of the flavors. We formed groups of orange kali boys and felt bitterly toward the avowed chamâ€" pions of lemon and pineapple kali. In fact, we boys blindly elevated the kalis into real party issues. at a height, and I went to visit relaâ€" tives in an FEasi Lancashire town. While there I had the supreme joy of being taken over the factory where the kalis were made. On my round I entered a room where four giils in white overalls were filling the familiar flat wooden boxes, which were already labeled; there was a mountainous pile of the toothsome powder on a huge round table. I looked at the boxes; they bore colored labels, yellow for lemon kali, red for orange kall and green for pineapple kali. But all the boxes were being filled from the same pile! Aghast, I asked one of the girls if a horrible mistake was no: being made. "Aren‘t you putting orange kall into a lemon kali box?" 1 asked in a tone that must have sounded horâ€" ror«truck. a Now the summer holidays came while our differences of opinion were "Oh, no," she replied; "there‘s no differeonce in the kali; the difference is only in the labels on the boxes." If one puts his very best into every little thing he doesâ€"puts his heart and conscience into it, and tries to see how much, and not how little, he can give his employerâ€"he will not be likeâ€" ly to be underpaid very long, for he will be advanced. Good work cuts its own channel and does its own taliking. What matter if you do twentyâ€"five dolâ€" lars‘ worth of work for five dollars? It is the best advertisement of your worth you can possibly give. _ Bad work, halfâ€"done work, slipshod work, even with a good salary, would soon ruin you. No, the way to get on in the world is not to see how little you can give for your salary, but how much. Make your employer ashamed of the meagre salary he gives by the great disproportion between what you do and what you get.â€"Success. 1 left the factory, a sadly disiliusionâ€" The Great Disillusion. here; again not have sunrise or sunset weary of this languld starry horizonâ€" nagie of a tky reâ€"and for the â€"Ted Olson â€" for the own far ment und basement rooms fur regu shou TJ ( we arm hot tA uj h MJ O1 e By Ho have d