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In the middle of turning a heel, she looked up, and met Dolly‘s eyes. | "Well"*" she queried. | Doily frowned. ‘ "I suppose you think that I ought to he making socks, too"" she submitâ€" ted, halfâ€"resentfully. | Mary Furnival laughed, a laugh that ended with a sigh. "I wasn‘t thinking anything of the wort; 1 was just wondering ifâ€"if Nige! will ever come back." The words seemed to escape before she realized their import; she broke off hurried‘y, and, leaning over, eaught Dolly‘s hand. a The September sunshine, piercing the lace curtains, shone on her quiet fuce and the fiying needles in her white fingers. From her cur‘edâ€"up position in a corner of the couch, Dolly Bretherâ€" ton watched her with concealed impaâ€" tience. The stitches would drop from beâ€" tween her pretty, uselessâ€"looking finâ€" wers, and the wool get entang‘ed; but whe envied Mary Furnival‘s quiet capâ€" ability as she sat there in the afterâ€" noon sunshine, placid‘ly adding row upon row of the buffâ€"colored wool. Dolly could not have knitted socks had her life depended on it; she had made one or two attempts, and had given it up in despair. "Oh, I am so sorry, dear! 1 ought not to have said that. Of course he will come back." There was a little silence. Dolly] had flushed up to the roots of her hair; her left handâ€"the one that bore Nigel â€" Bretherton‘s _ weddingâ€"ring, opened and shut convulsively over the folds of her frock. | That had been the hardest part of It alilâ€"the having to pretend, to eternally act, and keep them all blind to the horrible truth that Nigel hbad been glad to go; that for the last few months of their married life he and she had been unwilling prisorers, chained together, each straining at the bondage holding them. then everyone had boen her. They had all taken i that she must be broke parting with him;, they gorry for her. That had been the ha it allâ€"the having to CMAPTER IL DOLLIE‘S LOVE STORY. Looking back to that April morning eighteen months ago, it all seemed such a foolish, stupid blunder. It had been a mistaken marriage, for which she knew she alone had been to blame. She had hated her life of nursery governess to a couple of spoilt, unâ€" manageable chi‘dren; she had hated their mother, a haughty, unsympaâ€" CHAPTER 1. THE SHADOW OF wAR. Mary Furnival was knitting khaki You Cannot 1Its luscious freshness & rich atret:Pth make it finer than any Gun‘row er, Japan or Young Hyson. Sold everyâ€" where. Ask for SALADA toâ€"day. "CALADA" HIS BRoIHER ; GREEN TEA nd & litl.e shiver ne of the first to s call, and since been so good to cen it for granted rokenâ€"hearted at so good to for granted nâ€"hearted at had been so TORONTO i‘:â€"a quaint sort of chap. I don t think | you‘d like him, Dolly." ~ He had come to the schoolroom often after that, and, by the time she had found out that he was a we.lâ€"toâ€"do younger son with prospects, he had proposed. â€"tal and good to look upon, with the quick admiration in his eyes as they rested on her face. | [ _ They were married in less than a month; he explained that there was nothing to wait for. _ She could recall it all so plainly now, though it was eighteen months ago; see him as sh> had seen him then "I haven‘t any people except a brother who‘s been living in South Africa for a couple of years, and probâ€" ably will never come back. He‘s a good deal older than I am, and delicate 400R ITCRTTTs She loved him; she loved him as| Dolly got up dutifully at five o‘clock we‘l as it was in her to love any man,| one gray morning and saw him march and yet she could not face the prosâ€"| away with his regiment; she stood in pect of a stuccoed villa and a small the chilly street long after the tramp income for the rest of her life. | of feet had died away before she went And then one golden April evening, back to the flat, where Mary Furnival Nige!l Bretherton had opened the was waiting for herâ€"ashamed, beâ€" schoolroom door and walked into her|cause she knew that in her heart was life. all, she had hated the unkind freak of fortune that had made Robert Durâ€" ham a poor man,. All her life she had lived amongst povertyâ€"the genteel, hardâ€"toâ€"bear kind of poverty which struggles so hard to keep up appearâ€" anceâ€"and her sou! shrank from perâ€" petuating it by marriage with Robert Durham. She loved him; she loved him as we‘ll as it was in her to love any man, and yet she could not face the prosâ€" pect of a stuccoed villa and a small income for the rest of her life. _ So they married in haste, and came back from a honeymoor of disillusionâ€" ment avd petty disagreements, with thetic, nouveau riche; am_i,_' all the remainder of their lives in which to repent at leisure. _ "Â¥ou all seem determined that I shall go on pretending." Do‘ly had discovered many things during that brief honeymoon, the most important of which was the fact that she would never care for any man half so well as she had cared for Robert Durham; the next in importâ€" ance being that her husband was perâ€" fectly conscious of the fact that he had married a woman beneath his own station in life. The Bretherton‘s of Little Helpton were "somebodies," even though the old mansion which had been theirs for centuries had been let for some years, » fact which Dolly resented. She would have liked to be the lady of the manor; she would have liked to live amongst blueâ€"blooded memories and portraits of ancestors. One day she said so to Nige!. But he only laughed. "The old place belongs to David," he said. "I suppose I shall get it in the end, but you‘l have to wait." * ‘ ‘“i flfifi‘ ‘ . ‘ P ht §op ww a 4 He took a charming flat for her in Kensinglon, but Dolly cou‘!d not forget the pictures she had seen of the Red Grange. "Why is it let?"" she insisted irritâ€" ably. "Why don‘t you live there?" Nige! frowned. "It‘s Davids, as long as he‘s alive; I told you that; and when he was ordered abroad for his healthfi, he thought it best to"let tE)e old ?hn. I chap." couldn‘t have lived there alone. 1 should have gone melancholy mad." "We could entertain, if he would let us live there." Nigel flushed. "The fact is," he said desperately, "NDavid doesn‘t know I‘m married. I haven‘t to‘d himâ€"he‘s such a peculiar ta strange feeling of relief. Heor eyes fAamed. ‘ "You mean that you‘re ashamed to te‘l him that you married a girl who was only a governess"" she cried. He put a conci.iating arm about her. "Don‘t be a litte silly; you know I was awfully in love with you," he protestedâ€"perhaps neither of them noticed that already he spoke of his passion for her as a thing of the past â€""andâ€"we.!, the fact is, if J fa‘l foul of David, he can stop my allowance; every penny I‘ge got comes from him, and he might make it awkward." Life was to go on as usual; Nigel‘s bankers paid her a generous allowâ€" ance every month; she was to keep on the flat, and have Mary to live with Nigel had known Mary Furnival long before he ever met his wife. She was one of those quiet, wonderful people who are never missed or realâ€" ized until they are taken away. All these thoughts passed with lightning _ rapidity through â€" Dol:y Bretherton‘s head as she sat curled up in the corners of the big couch, watching Mary Furnival. And so, of course, he had gone. There had been a few days‘ rush and excitement, during which she had been vague‘y proud of having a man in uniâ€" form to walk about with, and then the farewell. It hardiy took her a moment to traâ€" verse the many weeks since that sunny April morning when Nige) had opened the schooiroom door and walked into her life, down to the present month when all the world was torn and conâ€" vulsed with strife and horror, and somewhere, somewhere unknown, the man she had married was fighting for his country. Weqmiegey SCY OOR Ece e s a" so perfunctorilyâ€"that he wou‘d have gone just the same, whatever she said. The war fever had got into his very bones. _ He had asked herâ€"in his seifish man‘s wayâ€"to be a friend to the girl he was about to marry. He had never seen eshe sudden look of shock that crossed her quiet face, or the blanchâ€" ing of her lips before she forced them to smile. _ He had asked her permission, cerâ€" tainly, but she knew that he o_n_ly- did _ That was all eightsen months ago now, and David was still abroad. it ‘:Why, of course I will," she had said, and she had kept her word. A She had given up the two unpretenâ€" tious little rooms which were her home, and moved into Dolly‘s smart flat, where the sight of Nigei‘s posâ€" sessions lying about wrung her heart every day. "GuLap To Go." Mary Furnivai‘s gentle voice broke the silence of the sunny room again. "He wil} come back, Dolly dearâ€" please God he will come back safely." Do‘lly flung aside the caressing hand and rose to her feet. "You a.l seem determined that I shail go on pretending," she said harshly. "Sometimes I feel as if I must scream when people askâ€"after Nige!, and pretend to be so sorry for me. Why, you must know, if nobody elso does, that we were tired of each other almost as soon as we were marâ€" ried. Oh. I know I ought not to say other almost as soon as we were marâ€" ried,. Oh, I know I ought not to say these things," she burst out, as Mary gave a litte cry, "but I shall die if I can‘t say them to somebody. 1 feel such a humbugâ€"such an obsolute humbug!" She came back to where Mary was sitting, and dropped on her knees by the elder girl, hiding her hot face in her lap. on a honeymoon * Heâ€""Why, dearie, that‘s where they go to shake their hubbies." One theory of compensation is that a person should be paid for his work according to its difficulty and not acâ€" cording to the skill with which he perâ€" forms it. A certain woman was a conâ€" vinced adherent to that theory. She was about to engage a maid. "It seems to me," she said, "that you ask very high wages, seeing that you‘ve had no experience." . Minard‘s Lin‘m=nt for aandru®. "Oh, no, ma‘am," eaid the girl earnâ€" estly. â€" "You see, it‘s much barder work when you don‘t know how." Sheâ€""And will you take me to Paris (To be continued.) CHAPTER III. Irene‘s Idea of It. THE SPORTS TYPE JUMPER AS WORN IN PARIS. French fashion creators are still deâ€" signing delightful twoâ€"piece sports frocks, one of which is pictured in this model of washable si‘k with the overâ€" blouse in large plaided effect. Chic are the pockets and setâ€"in vestes, with collar to be worn high or low. The long sleeves are gathered into cuffs with a rolled edge, and a narrow belt fastens smartly at the centre back with a bucke~ Joined to a camisole top is the skirt with boxâ€"plaits at jront to supply fulness, yet retain the desired straight effect. No. 1261 is in sizes 16, 18 and 20 years, or (34, 36 and 38 inch bust only). Size 18 years (36 bust) requires 4 yards 36â€"inch, or 2% yards 54â€"inch material, with % yard lining for camisole top. Price 20 cents. 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Not songs of war and pomp I crave; The glamous fades, the glory dies Of mighty men, the lordly brave, Their hours of greatâ€"souled sacri fee Ah, sing not deeds of high emprise, Of valiant knights, puissant kings; Minard‘s Liniment for sore throat Of humble folk of modest worth, Of lives that bloom beside the way, Of hearts that love the good, brown earth, Of words that mean more than they say, Of good that dwells in every day, Of joy that from true loveing springs, Of toilworn bands and hair grown gray â€" Sing me a song of simple things. Beneath Sing me a Tho dainty queenship of the rose, The steadfast vine upon the wall, The corn that in the «llence grows, The last leaf clinging in the fall, The lily heads that lean and loll, The thrush that in the pasture sings, The wind, the blue sky over allâ€" Sing me a song of simple things. L‘Envol. Mirstrel, let thy paeans cease; Fold for awhile thy soaring wings; Sing of chiidhood, home, and peace; Bing me a song of cimple things. â€"Walter A. Dyer Ignace Jan Paderewski, the worldâ€" famous pianist, who became Prime Minister of the Polish Republic, has enjoyed a particular c«teem in France; and now the Academy of Fine Arts has elected him as foreign associate. One Wheel Vehicle. A oneâ€"wheel cycle is a new passen ger vehicle invented in Italy. A Ballade of Simple Things. Honor for Famous Pianist. Do Not Discard That Good Coat and Vest â€"â€"â€"~ THE PANT SHOP 22 Parkfleld Ave. f h [J 4 126 not deeds of high emprise, knights, puissant kings; these calm October skies song of simple things. 1261 Nets in the Sky. Leafless and stark in lean fantastic patterns, the somber branches of trees are like the meshes of shapely nets. Silently, they scrape the fathomless purple of the twilight sky. Stars are phosphoreecent fish, silvery starâ€"dish, soon caught in the trawling. The moon sails majestically in the velvet night, riding unlimited waters of the sky, until it falls into the first outstretched net. _ As the moon is caught, the beams filter through the meshes, making a pool of molten gold on the snow beyond the black shadâ€" ows of the tree. Shadows drape the graceful bodies of the trees, and the meshes of wilâ€" lowy nets sparkle and gleam. Each net reaches far into the darkening purple. The Lombardy poplar holds its arms | close together, reaching upward on , tiptoc. It is the first to catch the | moon. Ican watch the moon slide inâ€" | to its slender fingers. It seems to quiver in its meshes. But it is only a faint vagabond breeze that stirs the branches. It is the meshes which| move and not the full round moonâ€"g a Dutch barkentine in the sky. | From end to end of the net, the moon glides unhesitatingly and â€" eluâ€" sively, casting its beams of effuigent light through them all, as if the net were an intangible and fantastic eubâ€" | What a mass of nets there are traw‘â€" ing inâ€"the sky! Their meshes are of every weare and fashion, from many separate looms. The tullp tree, with its forked cups and curved fingers perâ€" haps feels that the moon cannot °sâ€" cape it, but the black silken strands ‘of the stately American eim, the tallest and broadest of the trees in the fishâ€" ing group can reach almost to the botâ€" tom of the ethereal pool. It is like a huge seine set in the path of the rising disk and will involve the silver bowl in an entanglement of its meshes. stance. 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Here, too, will be found the bhotel and chalets, the dance pa Mion, ewimming pool, restaurants an4 stores, all catering to the needs of the swmimer visitor. The camp sites aiâ€" join the village and there, under can vas, many of the visitore to Waterton {lakes elect to etay. Both the eamping areas have wide views over the maâ€" ‘jcuxlc lake which givess the park its ‘name, and both are equipped for {touri«(s. The fact that Waterton Lakes park is some forty miles from the nearest railway is no doubt the cause of its being, perhaps, the least known of the great national playgrounds of Canade This park is situated in the wouthâ€"east corner of Alberta adjoining British Columbia on the west and the siate of Montana on the south. 1t is approxi mately forty niiles from both Pinche: v(‘reel« and Cardetonâ€"and about a bun dred miles from Lethbridge. Recreation of the most varied ki is open to all, both young and o‘ld. P the angler is offered the joys oi {zhi in Waterton lake itself ind in d many jewelled lakes set in the adjo ing mountains. One may row to many quiet bays or excurstons may made by motor boat to various pa of the lake, including Boundary ۩a) Hell Roaring Canyon and to G:o< park &at the southern end of the | While many bathers iako a dip in eool waters of Waterton lake tho : jority prefer the somewhat warn waters of Linnct iske near by, wh the Government has built a bathâ€"hoi with dressing rooms and yeranda The Government hbas also construc excellent temnis courts near the vill and these are available without cha to the visitor. The beauty of the & links at Waterton remains long in memory, the wide sunli( fairweays smowy mountain peaks bevon!, : the occasional glimpsos of lakes : fowered meadows make the cou one perhaps unescelled for beauty surroundings in the Dominion. 1 those more adventurowsly inc there are mountain ways to climb : trails to follow io shadow; depths and biue lakes, On ev ) 1 derings the Jeor and the m goat and sheep will be encount! During last summer work menced on a new highwoy v park and in course of timo the Akamina highway wl c motorist to go by a «h through a country of wild from Waterton to Glacier p; What are those haunting mem that throng Back to my beart at evening with song? Fresh, crystal pureness of a mountain lake, Deep, luring coolness undernealh the si!l, Tall pines that fringe the shore, wave Recreational Opportunities Makes Area Popular. These are the swoet enchantments that you bring Back to my heart, at evening as you sing. â€"Edith Mirick. Croesus, who was the richest ind vidual of antiquity.as well as king of Lydia in its palmy Cays, once asked Solon to name the three happiest men he knew. Solon immediately named three humble men who were dead and buried. "What," said Croesus in sur prise, "you do not name me?" "No," gaid Bolon, "you are not dead yet." As things turned out Solon was right, because ere be died Croesus lost his sons, his money and his kingdom, was imprisoned and was captured by Cyâ€" rus and ended his life while virtually a slave. Tiny Hummingbirds Take Up Very Little Space. An expert who hbad hatched out & clutch of eggs of the minute hummingâ€" birds of South America was at a lose for a means of bringing home to peoâ€" ple who did not know them the exâ€" treme smallness of these creatures. Eventaally he placed the fedglings in an ordinary teaspoon and began to foons his camera. Suddenly the mothâ€" er bird returned and promptly gettled down in the spoon to keep the young ones Wa‘m. And silver twilight over wooded hill Song of the Thrush. ripplings, Varled Recreation nd of the lake ke a dip in the m lake the maâ€" ewhat warmer near by, where it a bathâ€"house and yerandahe. Iso constructed near the vilage without charge shor 1d : i Ir Spfil\l had come a the brown, bare earth the sunshiny glades; were m‘l‘ forth 'b pu.uly w“k)\\ breeze, and a bus of making her no Speckled Bid had . G out of the downy chicks, houseâ€"c‘eaning. "About â€" thi Mepsy‘s a manad noxial storm"; Joay Brooksâ€"â€"A: did almanac giv just before Bas equinexial struc went through it DPust, rust and secret work of in break or leak w and Aunt Hopsy and scoured and . and Evira, he exhaustied. early from "worthlass Hepsy had {ather "to . such occasi in teac 1N @1 WB ing hai Y f But o wondé Ne th W W w snow PMR it har thene it to do asion 0 al JOEY‘S EA 1M