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PVrrse-gutree. 3the triefto choc the door, but lbw] pnvented her; for he had seen, on the top stop of tho unites-e that tu' the Boor above, . red foot. fol. by another . . . and alowly, Ttthe.': tho whole "an'ot dress of MI: not his eyes. And ho one. non law the Mth’l head of "Mo - haw. put G higher." Budd”), at. ”chi-ed: " e itt com- " down -tnt" dragged him from the from tho mad crowd Rod heath was stalki They went up two f Hairs and corridors , outed. Then Chris recognized by the sow (You-d the door behind ed him, in a whiny" the but of tho box on to show him". Ra, in: I sexism") ed all in scar! feathers on t death's ttend. hung at is" which trailed king’s train; embroidered, the (re: Inko of noticintt Gd (to! ine I set This ball was an eaccgtional "air, gun some time before hrovetide, in nor of the anniveraary of the birth of a famous drattsman; and it was expected to be much gayer. noisier, more Bohemian than the ordinary lashed bali. Numbers of aging had arranged to no, actor-yon . y a tttt cohort of models and pupils, , ‘hy midnight, began to create a trot-undo“ din. Raoul climbed the grand staircase " Bvo minutes to twelve, did not linger to look at the motley dresses displayed all the way up the marble steps, one of the richest settings in the world, “loud no taco- tious mawk to withdraw him into a war of wits, "plied to no jest: and shook " the bold familiarity of a number of coup!“ who had already become a triBe toodgay. Crossing the big anh-room an ttttla from I mad whirl of dancers in whic he In.“ caught fur a moment. he at last mun; ed the room mentioned in Christine'. letter. He found it crammed; for this small space- was the point when nil those going to supper in the Rotunda. erorsed thine who were returning irony taking a gins-is of chnmraqne. The fun, lure, waxvd fast and urious. l, Raoul Ivanmi against a door-post an! waited. lie did not wait long. A biark dumin» passed and gave " quiqk Thus did [soul’s thoughts " from one extreme to the other. He no longer knew whether to pity Christine or to curse her; and he pitied and cursed her turn end turn about. At nil events, he bought a white domino., Tho hour of the oppoimment who! " last. With his face in a mail trimmed with long. thin laee, looking like a Pierrot in his white wrap, thof viscount thought himself verrridieu-' ions. Men of tho world do not so ttti the "pera bnll in fancy-dress! It val than”. viva his hope. The sombre picture which he had for n moment imagined of a Christine forgetting her duty to brad! made way for his oruirtal con- ception of an unfortunate, innocent child, the victim of imprudenee and mum-Mod sensibility. To what ex- tent, " this time, was she ".2an victim? Whose prisoner was I ? Into what whirlpool had she been drum? CHAP'I'ER Yin. " Yr" lull) IA". The envelope we: covered Iith mud Ind unstemped. It hot. the word-l "To I. banded to M. le Vicente Rana de “any,” with the address in pen- cil. It must have been ihtrtg out in the hope that e punt-by would pick In,” note and deliver it, which '33 w t heppened. The note had been Felted up on the pavement of the bee de I'Open Raoul read it over again with fever- ed eyes. No more wee needed to re- Ail'itii- of the Opera wh t BY GASTON LEROUX he asked C",'.',,",,',: "You will beg my siardon, one day, nt cme'for all those ugly words, Raoul, and a,eyelGieii ypu do 1 stiayl1fortrivts rout." I Raoul, peeping from behind the cur- "ain, could not believe his eyes. which showed him nothing. Christine's face lit up. A smile of heppinets appear- ed nan her bloodless lips, n smile like t t of Ilck people when they re- ceive the first hope of movny. it ctune through the WI" . . it a preached . . and now the voice was t tho room, in front of Christine. Christine to“ and nddressed the voice, " though igniting to some one.' "Hero I am, rik," she said. "I In; re'ttir. m 'ft' ".0 Jett.". l Christine began to,write, deliberate ly, calmly and so placidly that Raoul, who was still trembling from the etreett, of the trendy that separated them, was painfully impressed. She wrote on tilling two, three, four sheets. Suddenly. she raised her head and hid the sheets in her bodice . . . She seemed to be listening. . . . Raoul also listened. . . Whence came that strange sound, that distant rhythm? . . A faint sound seemed to' issue from the walls . . yes, it was as though the walls thertUelvet, were singing! . . . The song became plain- er . . . the words were now distin- guishable . . . he heard a voice, a very beautiful, very soft, very capti- vat " voice . . but, for all its who neu. it remained a male voice. . . i The voice came nearer and nearer . . i Christine entered, took off her mask with a weary movement and thm it on the table. She sighed and 'll/IU we”)? head fall into her two hands. hat no she thinkin ott Of Raoul? No, for Raoul hear: her murmur: "Poor Erikl" “Perhaps! . . Some day, perhaps.'" she said, resuming her mask; and she went away. forbidding him, with a gesture, to follow her. He tried to disobey her; but she turned round and repeated her tres- ture of farewell with such authority that he dared not move a step. His footsteps took him to that room where he had first known suffering. He tapped at the door. There was no answer. He entered, as he had enter- ed when he looked everywhere for "the man's voice." The room was empty. A garjet was burning, turned down low. He saw some writing- per on a little desk. He thought orwriting to Christine, but he heard steps in the passage. He had onl¥i time to hide in the inner room, whic was separated from the dressine-rtorn, hy_a_ curtain. Christine simply took " her mask and said: "Deaf, it is a tragedy!” Raoul now saw her face and could not restrain an exclamation of sur- grise and terror. The fresh complex- n of former days was gone. A mort- al pallor covered those features, which he had known so charming and so gently, and sorrow had furrowed them with pitiless lines and traced dark and unspeakable sad shadows under her eyes. "My dearest! My dearest."' he moaned. holding out his arms. "You prptpistd to, forgive mt. . ." _ "But look here!" he cried. "Can't you tell me what " this means? You on free, than in no one to interfere with you. . . You go about Paris. . . You put on a domino to come to the bull. . . Why do you not go home? . . What have you been doing in this past fortnight? . . What is this tale about the Angel of Music.' Some one may have taken on in, played upon your innocence. , was a witness of it my- self, at Perms . . but you know what to believe now. You seem to me quite sensible. Christine. You know what you are doing. . . Explain yourself, Christine, I beg of you! Any one might have been deceived as l was. What is this faree?" She spot. in such a deafairing voice that the lad began to 'eel re- mne fer lthtereltt. _ _ -- _ “May one ask " least to what dark- ness you are returning? . . for what hell you are leaving, mysterious lady . . . or for what paradise?" “I came to tell you, dear, but I ean't tell you now . . you would not believe me! You have lost faith in me, Raoul; it is finitrhed.t" "Oh, you must let me come and up- plaud you from time to timel" "I shall never sing attain, Raoul."' "Really?" he replied, still more "tirieallr. "So he is taking you " the stage. I congratulate you! . . . te we all." meet in the Bonn, one of t g evtnimtil", _ _ "Not in {he Bois nor anywhere, Rey): you ah!!! no} see me quail! . /' The'bpy stepped fomGrd,Uuturor- ing as ho went. He risked one more Inc-5m: . "You lie. for you do not lore me and you have never loved met. What a poor fellow I must be to let you met and 11th me " you_hnve done!” friend . . . your Angel of Music! . . . But I shall snatch off his mask, as I shell snatch " my own, and. this time, we shall look each other in the Nee, he and I, with no veil and no lies between as: and I shall know whom yolosrt tutti who loves you!” - _ - "In the name of our'love, Raoul, ro?, shall not Pet) . a)" _ ___ He stopped. What had she said? In the name of their love? Never before had she eonfessed that she loved him. And. in accents of childish hatred, ho said: not coupe you?“ "Who?" he nrntod angrily. "Why, he, the man w o hides behind that hideous mask of death.' . . . The evil genius of tho ehurehyard at Perroal l . ' Red Death'. . . . ln , syotd, your nt the moment when Raoul was on the te", of rushing out. He tried to push or aside. "Whom do you man by 'he'?" she uked. in I changed voice. "Who all." noCtyeerou."' _ __ .---- "It's he.'" he excmimed. "This tin). he null not coca me."' But Christine tu slunmed the door The singing never i anoint trlorioo more In ibiy tri , a fever stand to apr stupefu beauty human sti'il un Foot come are so called because ot a resemblance to a corn or barley that can be picked out. Three hundred years no coma were treated preciaely I a they are today and a recipe of 1620‘ can: "(ferns on the feet are to be} wet or soaked and rubbed with a pen-j oil of caustic every evening upon re-l tiring. It large. come should be cutl out or at least pared with a than). knife. If u corn hangs by a small neck it should be tied with a silk F', 1:1. iii) it will come away. To stop the pains of a corn mwr the corn with a piece} of adhesive plaster with a hole cut through it so that the corn may be! pressed and as the corn rise. Add more l adhesive plasters out like the first." l The wood of the red or Norway pine is heavier, harder and more resinous than white pine, but it is used for the same purpose. who has Inherited the unique right of keeping his hat on in the presence ot the English King. This privilege comes down to him from the time of Henry VIII. The amusing part of the story in that young Forester cares not a whit for this hat-right, and says that the only time ho ever was in the pre- sence of the Kintt was in a ballroom. And then he wasn't wearing a but! Would she return? Alas, had she not declared to him that everything was fmished? And was the voice not repeating: . "Fate links thee to .me for ever and a dart" To me? To whom? n Then, worn out, beaten, empty- brained, he sat down on the chair which Christine had just left. . Like her, he let his head fall into his hands. "Who is this Erik?" he said. (To be continued.) "iviiieiGray", which way had Chris- tine gone? ' . Which way would she return? _ A Christine walked toward her image in the glass and the image came to- ward her. The two. Chriatinesr-the real ore and the refreetion.--ended by touching; and Raoul put out his arms to clasp the two in one embrace. Sut, by a sort of dazzling miracle that sent him staggering. Raoul was suddenly flung back, while an icy blast swept over his face; he saw. not two, but four, eight, twenty Christines spin- ning round him, laughin at him and fueintr so swiftly that he could not touch one of them. At last. every- thing stood still again: and he saw himself in the glass. But Christine hall, disappetred. . . -- -iICrirsifliii up to the glass. He struck at the walls: Nobtdyt M _ The strains went through Raoul'a heart. Struggling against the charm that sea-med to deprive him of all,his will and all his energy and of almost all his lucidity at the moment when he needed them most, he succeeded in drawing back the curtain that hid him and he walked to where Christine stood. She herself was moving to the back of the room, the whole wall of which was occupied by a great mirror that reflected her image, but not his, for he was just behind her and entire- ly trpertd by her._ _ . . The voice was sin ing the Wedding- night Song from lama. and Juliet. Raoul saw Christine stretch out her arms to thr voice as she had done, in Perms churchyard, to the invisible violin playing The Resurrection of Lamrus. - in hip life heard anything not. uholntely and heroicaily sweet. more gloriously insidious, more delicate, more powerful, in short. more irresist- ibly triumphant. He listened to it in a fever and he now began to under- stand how Christine Dane was able to appear one evening, before the stupefied audience, with accents of I beauty hitherto unknown, of a super- human exnltation, while doubtless still under the influence of the myster- ious and invisible master. singing; and never in bi. Ii Ancient Yet Modern. The Ctutadiatt-Englutt cemetery at Salonlki is shown above in a recent photograph ion. Cecul i"creuter on w- i-L-",",-,].,-,:-::,-:],-:,".".,--.:-,]-,-)],-, A T :21 , vt."it1c1f'lli.l..lliij,is)..l,"i(.,, fi..':,;';.",?.?. orei <"/’, 5.7tiNNs, . er. . , ".E: 'l tr au2ars 1 A Hobo. What is a hobo? The popular ans- wer would probably be "a tramp." Not. Eso! There am certaln nice distinc- ftlons to be observed. A hobo la a gmlgratory worker-a man, like the ittarvest hand in the West or the hun. berjack 1n the North woods, who lmoves from place to place. as work 'oflers. A tramp, on the other band, is 'a mlgratory loafer, and a bum a sta- 'tlonoury loafer. One should be careful lin such matters. , Halt ot each. night he sat up writ. ing, till he almost went blind-writing “he queerest work that has ever oc- ig:", to man. This was a Diary ot the real truth about himself and 'everyone else. but written in cipher 'so that nobody could read it, Pepys tells us how he bribed, and ftcok bribes, how he got drunk and :was sorry next morning; how he once (struck his wife and then kissed her Eand made it up. That long after hia death somebody would patiently work out the cipher, was tha last thing Pepys expected. Still, it guvo us in a way the world’s most human book. We read how really fond he was of his wife, and how it troubled him to grieve her- when he had been found out! We read also how he set out to reform this and that scandal. . For, thinking that the Diary could never be read, Pepys put down the truth. Mixed with the bad there is a lot ot good. _ Just a luz.dred years ago was pub- lished the world’s most extraordinary work. It was by a great public tltrure named Pepytr-pronouuetyd "Peeps." Our Fashion Book, illustrating the newest and most practical styles, will be of interest bo.every home dress- maker. Price of the book 10 cents the copy. TWO-PIECE COSTUME APPROV- ED BY SMART WOMEN. Two-piece sports and tailored cos- tumes are things of much more elab- oration as far as fabric is concerned, than those worn earlier in the season, which were usually developed in Jer- seys and crepes. Now the modish attitude is towards making these cos- tumes in crepe satins and velvet, or I combination of both. In the model pictured here satin has been chosen for the new finger-tip length blouse and velvet for the skirt. The velvet was employed to fashion the snug- fitting collar, cuffs and trimming- bands. The skirt is joined to a bodice top and has two inverted plaits It the front to add freedom and the lat- est flared movement. The diagram shows just how to put the dress to- gether, and No. 1243 is in sizes 16, 18 and 20 years (34, 36 and 38 inches bust). Size 18 years (86 bust) re- quires 4',il yards 36-inch, or 2% yards 54-inch material. The bodice top of skirt requires 1% yards 86-inch addi- tional lining, or with ribbon straps over the shoulders % yard. Price 20e. Diary in Cipher. 1243 Every'nnn can decide for himse'ii’: in these things. and it a man will wind he can. in sunning and everything” It k: his privilege and the power is! But we were talking about success and the successful, and if one Is to re- turn evil for evil and railing tor rail- ing he is not successful neither Is be trying to wlu‘success. Now the question is: Can this be practised in a world like ours? I can imagine someone saying: "Ys, this is all very well in theory, but it you had to live where l do and among the peo- pie I have to meet, you would any less about love and more about holding your own and getting your own back'." Men who have thought in all ages and climes have come to know this truth. There is a Persian sage who said: "Always meet petulanee with gentleness, and perVBrBett68s with kindnsn. A gentle hand can lead even an elephant by a hair. Reply to thine enemy with gentleness. Opposition to peace is sin." But he says: "it a. man foolishly does me wrong i will return him the protection of my ungrudging love. The more evil comes from him, the more good shall go from me." The Chinese have this proverb: “The wise man avenges injuries by benefits." Whilst the Hindu believes: “Return good for evil, overcome anger by love, hatred never ceases by hatred but 'by love." It is always true that love is strong- er than hatred, and goodwill is always a stimulating factor. Malice will cor- rode/and tear down, whilst love is al- ways a savour to life. Meet hatred with hatred and you will degrade your- self: meet it with klndnese and you become elevated, and also the one who bears you hatred. it is a wonderful Met, but it is real. The challenge is always there, and we ought to accept it and win through. l Doubtleee it was the Empire stamps ‘which interested the King. Though he has often been described as a "eoG lector ot foreign stamps." you could look through all the 300 leather-bound volumes that hold his collection with, out firtding a single stamp of a foreign- country. His Majesty is actually a collector ot Empire stamps, and his stamp library is regarded as the titteqt of its kind in the world. Among the King's Treuurel. At times parties of philatellsta have visited the Palace to see this wonders ful collection, which is kept in an up- per room of Buckingham Palace. When they have done so the King has been there, seeking for fresh informa- tion on the subject ot which he la al. ready tt master. So keen Is the King on philately that it he is missing during any ot his rare hours of leisure when In residenco. some member ot his family will my: "He is sure to be in the Mamm room." 5 Empire stamps figured largely ltr the collection, prominent among them be- ing a block of stamps trom Ceylon which cost the original collector 53., and which realized EMO. A block, or unbroken sheet. of stamps pre- served intact is much more valuable than the same number of single stamps. The Finest Collection of British 1%?qu 'e. the World This remarkable collection. whose disposal drew Mullahs“ trom all parts of the world to London. was dis- covered in the attic of a Mayfair man- sion. The stamps were bought In the 'aixties for less than £40, and when put up tor auction brought in no less than £5,359. - ot the tlttetst collections of me stamps In the world came under the auctioneer-'9 hammer recently it wu only natural that his Majesty should be represented at the sale. A H. M. King George takes stamped- lecung very Barium-1y. and Then one F One ot the King's greatest bargains 'Jieii,t" inanUpper Room in Budang' him N It Was Built Up by its Royal Owner. VICTORS ALL! HIS MAJESTY’S HOBBY TORONTO India Is now the eighth largest in. dustrinl country In the world, accord- itrg to reports presented at 1 recent meeting of the East was “common in London. A Famous Hymn. The hymn, “From Greenland: icy Mountains," was composed at Wres- ham in 1819. On Whit-Sunday in that year Dr. Shipiey, Dean of St. Asaph and Vicar of Wrexham, preached I. Ber. mon in his church on behalf ot the Bo. ciety {urine Propagation ot the Gos- pel. Heber was son-lain; to Dr. Ship- ley and was on a visit. The doctor, on the previous SMunday. asked Heber to "write something for them to sing in the morning,", and in a tew minutes Heber produced the hymn nowso Well known all over the worm. True In Their Can. Hubby ieotnpuininttlr) --- "Woman seem to think they're head and should. era above men." Wltte (shortly)---") It's some times quite true'." Take hold ot the far and whirl it rapidly about. The lemon will speed around inside the far, and as soon as it is traveling at a good rate carry the Jar over-Lo the other table. whirling it all the time. Set it down‘und the lemon will still be inalde. The real method of performing trick requires a little practice. but knack is soon acquired. I Even it such stamps were offered to the King, it is certain that he would jrefuse them. He prefers to get his ispeclmens as other people get their: by p6rchtuse and exchange. ', Psychologists say that if we learn to concentrate on anything we Muul attract that thing tn us. whether it be wealth, health. beauy, [woven or God; and these things spell victory. It you are passed in Um race, don't give up running, C::. you are not beaten. Whilst life course: in your veins you are not on the losing side. The Old Bank says: "All things are possible to him that believeth." Then what- ever your task, whether it be learning a language, or pursuing business or domestic worries, believe that you can and you will. Lay a lemon on the table and place a jar upside down over it. The prob- lem ia to pick up the Jar and pl:.ce It on another table-with the lemon still inside it. Persons who attempt to , teat will try to scoop up But that I: not allowml. T be mouth down all the tin You were not able to walk the tir" time you put your foot to the ground, and you had not conquered the "winged art” when you learned the shorthand alphabet. You had to try much and often; and it one will determine that he will beautify his corner ot the world by his kindness and sympothy he will do it. It may the King who started a stamp fashion that has become popular every- where-that of collecting in blocks of tour. When he can do so his Majesty always buys In this way. A block of four is tour stamps torn on the sheet not in strip (”Mom but so that they are two wide and two deep. They are rare, because in the old days it was the custom of post- otBoea to serve quantities' ot stamps in strips. . within. Never mind whether you have tried and failed. Try again. Many of the curiosities and errors relate to stamps of current issue and bearing the King's own head. One might mistakenly Imagine that ex- amples of such mistakes would be of- tered to his Majesty, but it Is the duty of the examiners to destroy every stamp that Is not entirely correct. and only those that have (amped their vigilance get on the 'market. Royalty Lead. the Way. The collection also includes relics ot dun when small. outlying parts of the Empire ran out of stamps of a par- ticular value. In such circumstancgs it was the custom to nae a stamp of the next highest value. printing the new value over it in black. in one turse.this overprinted value was put on upside down, making the specimen a curl- osity and error in one. N Hin - Is very proud ot . sec. tion devoted to "errors" and curiosi- ties." Typical of this section is a camp on whlch "petsoe" ll spelt "pence." is u arty Mauritian pump which he than you: no for E1300, ami hick in tedar worth t,000 guinea. It is a relic of the days when an old watchtnakee struck the sump! ot Mauritius singly with a hand-die. The Inverted-Jar Trick. lndla's lnduatrlal Growth. ""----H---- to perform this up the lemon. The tar must the the W leave un- noooung won-muons and lug-ids: forth on such a pilgrimage to the tshrines of sfmp1icits--to lle o' Enigma by some Cutnisard shepherd's ipath with the Itarset heavens your ,pqnornmn and the purl of tnootts4iver. iod stnlml your lullaby? Poor reader 1 who would not, I pity you; dear friend who could not, rejoice with me. tor I In." been with Stevenson through the I Cerennec! The husband was having cm- or " occasional streaks of economy. "We must cut down our expenses," he said to " wife. "There's no argu- ment about it. We simply must." The wile united. "Quito rum, dear," she agreed. "A. you say. there'. no argument about it. " mm that you do not try to so: and: long mm on the wireless." i R. L. B. has just taken me on n whimsical Journey. Over dusty road. and rocknrtrewtL parapota. we followed who muttering boom ot Modesunq, In lmy dull city fashion i tried to see the (country through the calm, observant 'eyes of my guide, keen alike to linger over an antiquity or to Propose a mor- ry fancy. Whether our path wound wilsome peak or Irsitered by orchnrd “ream, whether it mumbled among the strongholds of tirm4ipped goo. mrianism or palely glided toward the winking windows of a dusk-tilled Fab ley. It was ever the some R. L. S. be- slde me. In all our wag-uncles ho viewed the scenes with the name in. measurable calm. How like spice to it all was the piqunncy at his deep philosophy; and yet itpraa oomelhing warmer than a philosophy. rather . trat1quitaurftuted love of God and Mia creation which no lain-{er of creed could ruffle. The vision: he conjured up Were u refreshing a. mountain springs Ind elusive as the dlmnles in their eddies. What would you not my. to leave this babbling woe-Idliness and stride forth on such a pilgrimage to the shrines of slmnliciiv-4n lln -v l Perhaps you have a mum. In your own for your books. or. m".- At is one special shelf which below 9w you, but either way. that in the place to "art your library. Get . 'notebook, rid in it write the name of each one 0 your books. with the "n" of the author. As you get new boi, write the list in your catalogue, which {is what your notebook really will N Emma. and write down giro the date when you received your books. i For Book Lovers. I As you buy and treasure your books. you will surely want to make some bookpletes tor them. The“ are sill! of paper which you paste in etch book to show to whom the book beioul. and are often very artistic and un. futual. especially when designed " ‘people who love books. Some day you imay want to buy some very beautiful :bookplates for your most precim ibooks, but at present it will be more ifun to make some. I Cut white or colored paper into touts inch squares. n it you want a different 'etyle. cut oblong pieces about live inches long by three Inches wide. ii’rlnt your full name near the top of ithe paper. Find a tiny picture to put; 'under this, spacing it in about the mid- dle of your bookplate. This may be 3 picture ot a ship, a firtrplture, 0 book :or any pretty scene. It it is not color- jed. you may like to paint it or color it iwith crayone. A snapshot of yourself Iwould look well here, or a picture ot lyour home, but, of course. " must be .small. "The plenum books, that silently among Our househuid treasures take tatttiliae places, And are to us as it a living tongue Spake from the primed lava or pity lured faces." When your library ls well started, and your catalogue made. and each one of your hooks ls well cared for, with a pretty bookplnte which you have made‘yourselt In the front of every book in your library. you will understand better what Longfellow meant wh_en he wrote: Moke a. many bookplato: no you have books, and when they are done pate one In the from or ouch book, inside the from cover. Your book. plates may be made an alike, or each one may be diiterent. It would be in. teresting to have certain sets for your story books and others tor your book. of travel, poetry and study books Try and make the style of your bookpluto out: the character ot the book in which you are going to use it. At the bottom of Four bookplato you may print the date. or a line or a short verse about books or reading. Perhaps you will have room for the date and the name of your city and province printed in small letters un- der a. two-line verse. Try and mako the bookplate very neat and spam your lettering and picture no that it gives a pretty ettect. or books. Mart a little ribrary of your own 3nd add to it " often " poll”. perhaps having a special bank whlch you can all your "book bank," and "eine extra money to buy book: for you: library. - . _-i-__ -n We should treat book! as u a... were our vary but triomu, tor month they cannot speak, yet they (In In many mm" to help Ind chm. Everyone ought to have a library, em it it starts with only . small collection "Travels With a Donkey." Variety In Bookplatec. Cuttlng Coete, '. friends, tor mouth I, yet they give a to hem “d etteer. "r. it th Ct tt th " Ir n Three "s"jlilll i) " 'eople