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{ CR P" LV TT UHC 1 abuse Raynor heaps upon his Riasmond Dyes Your doctor will tell you how the act of chewing relasxes and woothes strained aerves, and how the health fut cleansing action of Wtigtey‘s sefreshes and tones you up all sound. Aids digestion. The Mower thats Guaranteed § L. OB "gook. ) "ags GGME N0oi ind <ome ) uc P Arntvons valuable articles of silk or wool with results eg‘?ba: to the finest fessional work. When you buyâ€"remember this. blue mkago\s;: gilk or wool on?. The white mhgswill dye every kind of goods, including silk and wool, Your dealer has both peckages, I‘ve forgotten I ever had any nerves * :> ie WRIGLEYS /“%1:51 %/Ilfitl &# Towo U Pekoeâ€"it is the finest ‘Fresh from the gardens‘ *T NA Wiféâ€" ORANGE l! ‘a’i?fl‘ . 4A _ _ _ ontcharine, sure," he thought. , "She can fool him then," he thought. "But seems to me she could fool him oftener and better than she does," Tea,over, they lingesed on the terâ€" race. Another gorgeous sunset was uow o 22. _ And it was during one and ramblings disccurse watching Nan, again sav furtive motion as of droj thing in Raymor‘s teacup,. "Saccharine, sure," he t "She can fool him thean " Finley had seated himself, not near Nan, butâ€"where he could watch her. In fact, he was beside Miss Mattie, who was more ‘han ready to entertain Cr _ "pgak to him, but as the: ent‘ most of the family neighbors, this omission ticed t over." ’ 100 can never say another word to me, of any sort whatever!" And in a fury Finley left them. He was sure he had made a fool of himself. Sure he had harmed Nan rather than helped her. Finley went to his room, but he did not at once begin to pack his things. He sat down by a window and gazed out over the flowers, to the sea and sky, and let his thoughts grow calmer and more practical. Was there no way he could help Nan? No task would be too hard, no service too difficult, if he could but make up for the trouble and annoyâ€" T PVE TWe e 3 LC anger Pimiey extremely. Raynor overâ€" 'hcars a conversation between Finley and Nancy and orders Finley to leave the house. "T promise that if you will remove your presence I will at once transform myself into the most gentle, leving and ‘indâ€"tempered of husâ€" bands," he sneers, J NOW GO ON wWITH THE STORY Oh tea iD , yes, then you r After I pass the a siarting for the train, he and dressed and presented on the western terrace just was being brought there. y did not look at his host or nen ad caused her. had small doubt but that ould wreak on his wife the must feel toward himself, during one of her long disccourse that Finley, » Again saw that quck, as of dropping someâ€" you may," she beamâ€" there were presâ€" ily, and a few on was not noâ€" buns we‘ll talk packing his __"| â€" From her own room, with the winâ€" 48| dows all open, she had heard her broâ€" ther leave the terrace and go into the *E Alsun parlorâ€"that was doubtless to ==|avoid the dampness. She had heard Malcolm Finley, at *|the same time, leave the terrace and go into the house, walking through the rear hall, and out on the east verandah. She had listened intently but didn‘t hear Nan follow himâ€"a distinct disappointment to Miss Matâ€" tie, : * ched _ On the floor lay her brother in an ungainly heap, near him stood Malâ€" colm Finley, an automatic pistol in his hand, and by the door, her rand stlll on the light switch, stood Eva Turner. _ Miss Mattie seurried the rest of the way down and peered through the hall door into the sun room. When half way down she could disâ€" cern a white figure standing in the door between the hall and the sun parlor, but as she went on, the figure which she knew to be that of Eva Turner went through the doorway and the next instant the lights of the sun‘ parlor were fiashed on. _ _Still unthinking of tragedy, ‘Miss Mattie stepped out into the hall, and, though hall and stairs were as yet unlighted, she felt her way to the banister rail and started slowly down the stairs. i Despairing of any further sounds of interest, Miss Mattie snapped on her lights and looked at her clock It was five minutes to seven then, time to begin to dress for dinner. And then, though not listening intently, Miss Mattie‘s ears were startled by the sound of a single shot. Indeed, at first she didn‘t recognize it as a shot. So often a supposed shot had been a blowâ€"out or a burst tire, that now, when it was really a shot, she naturally thought it someâ€" thing else. For a moment no sounds followed, and then various light footâ€" steps could be heard below. Mr. Goddard, she knew, was in his own room. And Eva Turner was bustling about, now in her bedroom, then on the stairs, then to the kitchen and back againâ€"of course, intent upon, her dietary duties. | n ing across the lawn, but there was no more to it than idle curiosity, It was her habit to watch everyâ€" thing and everybody, in hope of learnâ€" ing somethin_{ she was not meant to know. ; oN THE FLOOR LAY HER BROTHERâ€"IN AN UNGAINLY HEAP NEAR HIM STOOD FINLEY. * » "Goodby," Kent said, 1c')oking at his own watch, and starting off toward the house. ‘"What sharp eyes you have," Kent said, looking, too. "I can scarcely see ker. The dark comes quickly." "Yes." Dolly looked at her wrist watch. "It‘s just seven o‘clock I must run. Goodby, Orry." The two were on the bridge now, the little rustic affair that added picâ€" turesqueness to the scene. Dolly had turned and was looking back toward the house. "Well, she‘s a meddlesome Mattie. What do you suppose she‘s doing now? She‘s looking down here at us!" "YTes, i man smiled 20, and 5y ino GOoOf, NEF rand| n the light switch, stood Eva ; @s us SPIRIN o e o Piage n c ns ' ISSUE No.17+â€"â€"‘29 L&bcwm-m "All right, Orry, I won‘t Miss Mattie isn‘t your sister, is she? May I talk about Ker?" "Hush, Dolly," Kent spoke sternly. Nan‘s my sister, and I forbid you to gossip about her." â€" ‘"I‘m jealous of your other prince," Kent bantered, and Dolly said, seriâ€" ously, "He isn‘t really mine, he‘s Nan‘s," | ‘"Nonsense! What has Nan to do with princes?" J guests had taken leave and then, as they sauntered across the lawn, down toward the bridge over the tiny brook that separated the two estates, the sinister dusk was creeping in from the darkening horizon. Meddles cavalier, and liké\\"i'sé little Dolly. But they tarried u "There she goes!" cried Dolly, as the last of the great flaming disk €ropped out of sight. "And I must go, too, or mother will blow me up skyâ€"high. Who‘ll walk to the bridge with me?" charce to sink to rest in such a bed o1 Leauty," said Eva Turner, who was ulways loquacious at tea time. will," said Orry, who was you like," and the young Mattie until the other ad been 1oukâ€" 0o was a born fond of gay ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO Aspirin can bring such complâ€"e't; comfort without delay, and without fll:rm: it 'doe:k:;t at;'ect the heart, every package of Aspirin you will find proven directions with which everyone should be familiar, fz they can spare much needless MOST people rely on ‘Aspirin _ to make short work of their fheadaches, but did you know it‘s just as effective in the worse pains from neuralgia or neuritis? Rheuâ€" gut!c_pains, too. Don‘t suffer when Ezra Goddard came then, shocked and wondering; Hatfeld, the butler, appeared, and several maid servants Ahuddled in the background. "Somebody must take charge here," Goddard said, going toward the stricken man; "perhaps he isn‘t dead." ‘"How ctuld you see without the lights on?" asked Orville Kent, sternâ€" ly. ’ "Oh, you don‘t!" and Miss Turner‘s scorn fell on him. "Well, then, Mrs. Raynor did it! As I came to this door I heard the shot, and befoge I could get the light on I saw you bothâ€"" . | said, and quickl'yr aidbeciâ€",-‘â€"‘f;l;;x.’t‘t.l.nli.;l’c I did." "Oh, Douglass!" Miss Mattie cried and tottered to a chair. "Whoâ€"who did it?" gasped Nan her voice almost inaudible. "Who did it?" mocked Miss Turner "There he standsâ€"with his weanon still in his hand!* ’ Then, as Nan stepped into the room, Orville Kent also came in from the south side, through the outside door that opened on the lawns and flower kbeds that ran down to the brook., "What is it?" he cried; then, catchâ€" ing sight of Raynor‘s fallen figure, and taking in Finley with the pistol, Kent sprang acrss the room to put his arm around the shaking form of his sister, "Move, somebody! Do something!" came from Miss Turner in an h)'ster-} ical shriek. * And at 't-h;rd“o‘-..r, in ;nother u oâ€" ment, appeared Nan, whiteâ€"faced and terified. 4T © Trademar® Begistered ip CGenada I didr}'t ‘do ii_:,"’ Malcolm Finley n Iwovernerseeeneemmsensensenmepenmmtmem 2C -.:\n.y" â€"â€".’”&;a.z“â€" Ek 7 “ Why not reach for a Bible instead of a smoke?â€"Rev. Rn»â€"«il M, Broughâ€" Silence Silence is the perfectest b Joy: 1 were but little kappy, if 1 c how much, Successes Many a man of Lfty whom the world counts successfcl is in his beart soured and disappointed becauso at the age of thir‘y he shat his eyes ‘o the other kind of succosses which life had to offer besides professtonal distinction.â€"Hadley. . Minard‘s Liniment prevents Fluy When is a lady not a lady?â€" she is a little pale (pail). When is a ~°° not a girl?â€" she is a little hoarse. Why are you angry with a s« when he anzovrces an unm: lady?â€"Because what he says is becoming (Miss be coming.) Why should an artist never be of money.â€"Because if he is go his trade he can draw money. Which is the best way to ob What is the diference between a man looking upstairs, and a woman valking upstairs?â€"The man stares up steps, and the woman steps upstaire. Why is a bad workman like a wax vesta?~â€"Because he will strike on anyâ€" thing. Why is a dentist like a bowler cricket?â€"Because they both try to move the stumps. Why do youvialwa;,s ma when you put your shoe o you put your foot in it. What becomes of rtlfiempieces when dawn breaks?â€"They go into mornâ€" ing (mourning). ipe old age?â€"1 Why | are gro‘cers' heavy =eBecause their the_rp_ weigh tea (weig vhem weigh tea (weighty). â€" Why is a boxing match usually a short affair?â€"Bccause it only take: two seconds to arrange it, Where was the first rail struck? â€"Upon the bead. When is a Scotsman like a donkey? â€"â€"When he wanders along his banks ard braes (brays). Wh: does a stork stand on one leg? + â€"~Because if hs lifted the other one as well he would fall dowvn. If an old lady with a scarlet cloak met a goat in a lans, what would hapâ€" pen?â€"The old lady would become a scarlet runner, and the gpoat wo:fldl turn to butt her outter). "Will you let me take you to your room?" "No, no, Orry, I must stay hereâ€" I must! You stay by me." "Yes, Nan," and Kent placed her in a big chair, and then sat near her.‘ (To be continued.) _"Ob," said Nan, her frightened eyes staring, isn‘t he?" "Hush, Nan,"* said hber brother. Chestnuts ‘ he will strike on anyâ€" j not a lady?â€"When le (pail). " not a girl?â€"â€"When irse, ngry with a servant rces an unmarri«d what he says is misâ€" be coming.) artist never be short ise if he is pood at â€"Shakespeare. MAYV SAVE YOUR LIFE TRACTION â€" and gaag _2 . _ [ CCl HHD: proved its "‘i"t!ndt«m One look shows that 4 "‘:’“m w« l! wur::m-q.v > e t. Hnelg:“e:zt.::c'mdrhm pgtat Je ced io five Th qaton < talleage ever built into a ure, and endurance ma. 31 ; , ___"""‘Vantainclimbs _of 4. Whhice runs, this tread has proved its Right nowâ€"your car has to hold the road in the mmmdtheye-. You need the ‘MMW&QNM DWM| In worldâ€"recard manntala a1L.1. . i berald of always ver usiness make n 7?«â€"Bec: say ake 16â€" â€".OLDVPAST window tocks ly stop ull rattles. 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Finally, one agrees entirely with the publisher‘s blunt suggestion that "we are just waking up to the fact that what we put into a child‘s mind is quite as important as what we put inte his stomach" From the six volumes of "My Bookhouse" a young» ster can get nothing but wholesome intellectual nourishment. R 1 Has this story literary merit? 2 Will it interest the child? 3 Will what it adds to his life be for his good? Is its underlying idea true, does it present sound standards, is ite spirit fine , its atmosphere haltlhl? In a letter, the publishers state that each story is carefully eubmitted to the following tests before it is sc cepted: ‘This is a series of sir beautiful volumes, entitled "My Bookhouse". From mnursery rhymes in the first volume to wellâ€"adapted blograpnical sketches in the sixth, these books are graded to sult the developing Intelllâ€" gence of the growing child. â€" The stories are taken from the literature pf fortyâ€"seven countries, from modern and from classical works. The {!!ssâ€" trations are exquisite, A most praiseworthy example of the sort of literatuare that children ought to have at their disposal has just been sent to me by "The Book House for Children Limited" of Toronto One of the most significant developâ€" ments in the publishing business, within recent years, has been tho tremendous improvement in the gaullâ€" ty and the greatly Increased outpat of Finally Vance obligingly ties op tis peychologlical <proof with the clurs that they have dug up, the viliaia lands in the tolls, and Mr. Yancoe returns to ceramics, Japanese art, cnd noon breakfasts. At no time is creduâ€" lity strained, the writing is excellent and the ‘conclusion satisfactory. . ,The Bishop Murder is thorough‘y worth reading. The police, and Vance‘s frjerd Markham, the bead oi the state (;> tice department, sperd a merry timo alternating between irritation and admiration while they contemplate the languid>. Mr,. Vance‘s < methods. Philo Vance, his hero, is a : ally cultured and .not very p soul, who soives mysteries by a edge of psychology. Instead ting the criminal to the crime t the tangible clues of as» trays prints et al, he studies the or order to visualize the type nf that conceived it Then he persor with just that type of checks up on that one‘s atibi, . â€"the crime is solved. A good mystery storyâ€"os "Philo Vance" series. Yan the pen name of a wellâ€"kno ary gentleman who is making tion and a fortune with : brand of "new" detective. words, & complete iuslon of simplict. ty, an utter lack of affection and above all, a keen and profound power of penetration that at no time wastes itself in the cheapness of "clever" writing. ‘The power of Callaghan‘s work is amazing, Ite «sechalcal bril. Hance becomes unimportant. Whether or not one likes ‘tâ€"with its utter absence of hopefuiness, ideal. ism, religlon, its freedom from conâ€" ventional forms, its bardness and ts effortiess sincerity ,this book offere a decided emotional experienre to thoss who read it now, before the crltcal acclaim of a generation has embs‘mâ€" ed and hallowed It as "Uterstore * "The Bishop Van Dine Sor But Callaghan is much more than i morbid young man with a puppet show. The fourteen short stories and two novelettes in this book are written with a burning economy of This is the second : young Torontonian whose ed such a furore in the 8: talen: gained recopnition own country. Callaghan does not wri It is quite apparent that want to, and those who re: relieft from life‘s cares, n; tainment only, will find h pressing. Each of his cl unfortunate .n some wa; Each is at cross purpose destiny, unaware of whs about, but living on, witho: without hope of heaven, the author‘s philosophy «c a bead on a string. 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