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e en "Hardly a soul," said Framton. "My alstor was staying here, at the rectory, you know, some four.years ago, and ahe zave me letters of introduction to aome of the people here." "Her tragedy?" asked Framton;!‘‘ somehow in this restful country spot se tragedies seemed out of place. ' "You may wonder why we keep that :: window wide open on an October afâ€" , / ternoon," said the niece; Indlcating' & a large Freach window that opened on t to a lawn. I_‘Z e made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret. "Then you know practically nothing about my aunt?" pursued the selfâ€"posâ€" sessed young lady. "It is quite warm for the time of year,‘ said Framton; "but has that winâ€" dow got anything to do with the tragedy *" "Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day‘s shooting. They never came back. In crossing the moor to their favorite snipeâ€"shooting ground, they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It had been that dreadful wet summer, you know, and places that were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning. ‘Their bodies were never reâ€" "I)> you know many of the people ; round here?" asked the niece, vhon' she judged that they had had sufficient } allent communion. | "Only her name and address," adâ€" mitted the caller,. He was wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was in the married or widowed state. An indefinâ€" able something about the room seemed to sucgest masculine habitations. "llor great tragedy happened just three years ago," said the child; "that would be since your sister‘s time." "I know how it will be," his sister had said when he was preparing to migrate to this rural retreat; "you will bury yourself down there and not apeak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than ever from moping. I shall just give you letters of introâ€" duction to all the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can rememâ€" ber, were quite nice." Framton wondered whether Mrs, Sappleton, the lady to whom he was prosenting one of the letters of introâ€" duction, came into the nice division. Here the child‘s volce lost its selfâ€" possessed note and became falteringâ€" |y human. "Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back some day, they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them, and walk in at that window lust as they used to do. That is why the window is kept open every evenâ€" ing until it is quite dusk. ‘Poor dear aunt, she has often told me how they went out, her husband with his white waterproof coat over his arm, and Ronnie, her youngest brother, singing ‘Bertie, why do you bound* as he always did to tease her, because she said it got on her nerves. Do you know, sometimes on stiff, quiet ovenings like this, I almost get a creopy feeling that they will all walk in through that windowâ€"â€"" Framton Nuttel endeavored to say the correct something which should duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubtâ€" ol more than ever whether these forâ€" mal visits on a succession of total strangers would do much to help the norve cure he was supposed to be unâ€" it She broke off with a little shudder. It was a reliet to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with & whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance. > "I hope Vera has been amusing you?" she said. "My aunt will be down presently, Mr. Nuttel," said a very selfâ€"possessed young lady of fifteen; "in the meanâ€" time, you must try and put up with me MD That was the dreadful part of ! In the deepening twilight three figâ€" ures were walking across the lawn toâ€" (wards the window; they alt carried iguns under their arms, and one of them was additionally burdened with la white coat hung over his shoulders. A tired, brown spaniel kept close at {their heels. Noiselessly they neared the house, and then a hoarse young ]voice chanted out of the dusk: "I said, ‘Bertie, why do you bound‘?" l Framton grabbed wildly at his stick and hat; the hall door, the gravel drive, and the front gate were dimlyâ€" ‘noted stages in his headlong retreat. !A eyclist coming along the road had |to run into the hedge to avoid imminâ€" ent collision. Framton shivered slightly and turnâ€" ed towards the niece with a iook inâ€" tended to convey sympathetic compreâ€" hension. ‘ The child was staring out through the open window with dazed horror in her eyes. In a chill of nameâ€" less fear Framton swung round in his seat and looked in the same direction. "Here they are at last'!T'”;:il-:vcrled. "Just in time for teg, and don‘t they look as if they were muddy up to their "A most extraordinary man, a Mr. Nuttel," said Mrs, Sappleton; "could only talk about his illness, and dashed off without a word of goodâ€"bye or apology when you arrived. One would think he had seen a ghost." eyes "Here we are, my dear," said the bearer of the white mackintosh, comâ€" ing in through the window; fairly muddy, but most of it‘s dry, Who was that who bolted out as we came up?" m unV €2007 TC been out for snipe in the marshes toâ€" day, so they‘l1 make a fine mess over my poor carpets. So like you menâ€" folk, isn‘t it? She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of birds, and the prospects for duck in the winter, He made a desperate but only partialâ€" ly successful effort to turn the talk on to a less ghastly topic: he was conâ€" scious that his hostess was giving him only a fragment of her attention, and her eyes were constantly â€" straying past him to the open window and the lawn beyond. It was certainly an unâ€" fortunate coindicence that he should have paid his visit on that tragic anâ€" niversary, f "I expect it was the spaniel," said the niece calmly; ‘he told me he had a horror of dogs. He was once huntâ€" ed into a cemetery somewhere on the banks of the Ganges by a pack of pariah dogs, and had to spend the night in a newlyâ€"dug grave with the creatures snarling and grinning and foaming just above him. Enough to make anyone lose their nerve." Romance at short notice was her specialty.â€"Pearson‘s Weekly. two." "Then why don‘t you marry her? Miss Porcupineoâ€""Yes, he‘s badly stuck on me." "Phyllis has brains enough . for um has a case on you Rabbitâ€""L understand Mr. Pos 3+# 9 Among the believers whom Paul «uind in Ephesus, one group was speâ€" cially interesting, v. ". Finding these men in that fringe of partial converts which surrounded every synagogue, and knowing nothing about them exâ€" cept their evident sincerity, Paul acâ€" cepted thum as disciples, Soon, howâ€" ever, he discovered .ha‘ they lacked that _ peculiar enthusiasm _ which marked the "Spirit filled" believers. "Did you receive the Holy Spirit when you believed?" he asked. _ Bs Coming into a modern church, would he see a similar dullness and absence of Christian joy? The "joy" in believing is too often absent. Such joy as the average Christian possesses is frequently attributed to a dutiful family, good health, or a satisfactory income. II, sUPERSTITION IN RELIGION, Acts 19: 8â€"20. After three months‘ preaching in the synagogue, Paul found it necesâ€" sary, as in other places, to withdraw. He secured the lecture room of Tyranâ€" nusâ€"vacant daily from 11 to 4 and there preached for two years. So deep was the impression which Paul made that his superstitious converts believâ€" ed that even an article of clothinz which touched him had healing power. Unknown to Paul, who certainly would have discouraged such magical practices, zealous admirers would bring to the sick vurious articles which had been in contact with his rperson. Certain physical and mental conditions were cured. It was "faith healing." Not the articles of course, no more than the relics of St. Anne as Beaupre, wrought the curesâ€"but the faith in them. s Ephesus, a more populous, wealthy and important city than Corinth, was capital of the province of "Asia." "Asia" means not the modern continâ€" ent of Asia, but that western part of it with which the Romans first came into contact. Ephesus also had a great religious attraction in its faâ€" mous Temple of Diana. Paul, acâ€" cording to his custom, settled in this strateg.c situation and began to teach the new religio 1. I. THE FULL GOSPEL, Acts 19;: 1â€"7. 19; 8â€"20. § N Pt s n ap III. THE sEciNNING or THE END, Acts 19: 21â€"41, IV. racaw vices ano curtstiANIT7Z, Eph, 5; 5â€"11. INTRODUCTIONâ€"Paul was permitted to leave Corinth in peace and quiet. After a visit to Jerusalem, Anitoch and the Galatian churches, he came to Ephesus, Acts 18: 18â€"23. The sons of Sceva, pagan magicians, saw in these cures possibilities for themselves. They would use this name "Jesus" which they thought Paul used as a sort of charm. The demented fellow on whom they tried it saw the deception and assaulted them with such fury that they barely escaped with their lives, v. 16. The incident resulted in many converts, Christians who had been practising the magic II, arts in secret, confessed and brought their booksâ€"very valuableâ€"and burnâ€" M.“’“ + 46â€" November 8. Lesson VIâ€"Paui In Ephesusâ€"Acts 19: 8â€"20. Golden Textâ€"Have no fellowship with the unfruithful works of darkness, but rather _ reprove them.â€"Ephesians §: 11. ® THE FULL GOSPEL, Acts 19; 1â€"7 Dressed warmly in Cowllike robes these N.Y. school chiidren work outâ€"ofâ€"doors. _ The above picture shows some of the pupils 7busily attacking their crackers and milk. s Li PA & % w stt P S L P . . o 4Â¥ + # &z ® I@N IN RELIGION, Acts . The way to "reprove" these "works . of darkness" is to live a life so unâ€" | questionably pure and right that it . will reveal the heathen vices as they are. It is still the "Royal Way." And he I know has answered prayer, But it l.as been in such a way As almost drove me to despair. ' He was not to have a quiet exit, as from Corinth. One of "the many adâ€" ‘ versarios" (1 Cor. 16: 9) suddenly emerged in the person of Demetriue, 'v. 24. Christianity was ruining his | business. The turning from idolatry l and magic in v. 18 was evidently real. He saw a sorious fallingâ€"off in trade. ‘The preaching that interfered with ; profits had to be stopped. , IV. PAGAN VICES AND CHRISTIANITY, Eph. 5: 5â€"11. , Not only against superstition had | Paul to wage war, but against sin, personal and social. The letter "t> the Ephesians," which was probably meant for more than one church, deals | among other matters, with the tempâ€" ;tations which surround Christians in | a pagan society. In the "kingdom of God and of Christ," v. 15, that is, the | Christiar BrotherKood, there is no | rcom for the "covetons" man. "Covetâ€" 'ousnesu." as used here, means more ; than mere avarice. It stands for shat | attitude of life which makes one‘s own ; advaniage and pleasure the sole obâ€" | ject. The impulse which leads on@ ‘man to covet another‘s share of this world‘s goods drives ancther man into impurity. This motive of selfâ€"gratitiâ€" ‘crtion, wherever it may lead one, is so alien to the Christian spirit that it is not even to be mentioned, v. 3. _ The deaf man stepped down from the dentist‘s chair after the operation. "How much do I owe you for that"" he asked. The dentist looked thoughtful. "Three guineas," he replied. "Five guineas?" asked the deaf man uncertainly. "nine guineas." ed them publicly, vs. 17â€"19. They not only removed temptation from their own way ; they removed it from others also. When the church members puriâ€" fied their own lives "that word of God grew riightily, and prevailed, v. 20. III. THE BEGINNING OF THE END, Acts 19: 21â€"41. Verse 21 marks the beginning of the end of Acts. The keynote is struck in "I must also see Rome." Rome had long been Paul‘s goal. Now we are to read how he attained it. His desire for Rome was God‘s will, but he learnâ€" ed like others that: "Twas he who taught me thus to pray, Hope for the best, prepare for the worst, and take what comes. "My poor man, all the way from Chicago! ~Didn‘t you find it very hot traveling?" "Not at all, madam, I always take a refrigerator car in the sumâ€" mer." :"ii(;,-"’v 7put in the dentist quickly; ( M 9‘) :S\ J Y ?P.' :: m PsM â€"â€" ) % ) N, ( eE L c&ij ' A Rising Scale "I am in a state of agitation; I have just written the death of Gray, with inexpressible excitement: I have been crying so that my tears blinded the pageâ€"how ridiculousâ€"tears for Some racy anecdotes of John W. ("Betchaâ€"aâ€"Million") Gates, capitalist and gambler, are told by Albert Steâ€" vens Crockett (in "Peacocks on Parâ€" ade," a chronicle of New York in the "Naughty Nineties.") Gates acquired his _ nickaame, _ "Betchaâ€"aâ€"Million," from his habit of using that form of wager upon the slightest provocation. He would bet on anything. One afterâ€" noon a heavy rainstorm came up,. The pelting of raindrops on the windowâ€" panes made Gates‘s eyes brighten. "You‘ll get your cheque tomorrow," Gates‘s secretaryâ€"who attended to such mattersâ€"told the winner. When it arrived, the Now Yorker fell back in astonishment. It was for $33,000! From Gates‘s secretary he learned that the game was for $100 a point, not $1, as he had imagined. So he sought out Gates. "Mr. Gates," he protested, "I don‘t ‘Cut it out. We had the game, didn‘t we? You won didn‘t you? You got the cheque, didn‘t yau? Well, let‘s forget about it. Often what to an ordinary man would represent a huge fortune woulid change hands among Gates‘s "crowd" during a few hours‘ play at poker or bridge. At one of these games a promâ€" inent New York politician was invitâ€" ed to "make a fourth" at bridge. By no means wealthy, caution made him inquire as he sat down: "By the way, what are we playing for?" "One a point,‘ Gates answered tersely. 7 o The game began and ended. The New Yorker finished 330 points ahead. "Mr, Gates," he protested, "I dorn‘t feel right in taking this money teâ€" cause, in a sense, I got it under false pretences." He went on to explain the situation, when Gates broke in with : Writing to Austin Dooson just after he had finished his Life of the poet Gray (of Elegy fame), Sir E4â€" mund Gosse saidâ€"the letter is quoted in Evan Charteris‘ Life of Gosse: "Say, John," he suddenly remarked to John Drake, "see them two rainâ€" drops? I‘ll bet that fellow on this side reaches the bottom before that one over there." "Americans are certainliy â€" enerâ€" gotic," remarked the Foreign Office official in Tokyo upon whom I called" that afternoon. "I have been planâ€" ning to climb Fjui myself for the past twenty years. Somehow I have never got around to doing it. Yet here you come along from Amer!ca‘ and within a few hours are on your way. Well, I hope you enjoy the climb and get a clear view. Ourl rainy season has been lasting a liittle longer than uSsual . . ." ‘ Ten dollars was the first stake, and then this jumped to one hundred. It was a new sport and it became live‘y. For some minutes, at least, they stakâ€" ed hundredâ€"dollar bills on the course and speed of raindrops chasing down a windowâ€"pane, just as if they were at some race track, playing the ponâ€" ies, says Crockett. A youthful member of a Tokyo hiking club who spoke some English and better German was soon on his way with the American editor to So when I learned that the climb could be made between the time the Siberia Maru arrived at Yokohama and sailed from Kobe I resolved that Fuji‘s summit would be my first desâ€" tination after presenting some letâ€" ters of introduction at Tokyo. Withâ€" in twentyâ€"four hours of landing I would be on my way to get a bird‘sâ€" eye view of Japan from its very top. Amusing Anecdotes Who has not heard of Mount Fuji and longed for a glimpse of its snowcrowned summit? This maâ€" jostic heavenâ€"kissing peak is everyâ€" thing a mountain should be. It is shaped even as little children exâ€" pect a mountain to be shaped, it is beautiful to look~ upon from near and far, it is surrounded by the halo of legend and tradition as Japan‘s highest and most sacred mountain. Best of all, it is accessible. The Perfect Lover Should Have Everything. At the Top of Mount Fuji | "Bret was a careless vagabond," | said Howells "improvident but highiy ;amusing, and we all liked him. He was always in debt. It fell to me on | one occasion to present him as a le:â€" ; turer to an audience in Tremont Temâ€" | ple (Boston), and when I called at ihis house to escort him to the hall, | I found him in the custody of a conâ€" ‘ table. | The ascent began. It was very . gradual, recalling in its carly stages ‘ the journey up Mount Rainier in the | State of Washington, or the slowly mounting slope of Mauna Loa on the | Island of Hawaii. As in the Hawalian "This he did," continued Howells, "and so, as I rose to present the speaker, I had on my right hand a distinguished novelist, and on my left the constableâ€"Harte being the least perturbed of the trio." "Harte explained, without apparent concern, that his tailor had sent the officer to collect payment for a suit of clothes and the constable, said to me: ‘This man shall not give his lecâ€" ture without handing over his fee.‘ Thereupon Harte invited him to ride with us to the hall and sit on the platâ€" form. "I was hot, and when he saw that I meant it he sat down beside me and tried to make me forget it. He apologizei and then explained the genesis of the book. ‘I was seen years writing that story," he said, ‘and it represents my own lifeâ€"in a way.‘ He offered to read it aloud to me as compensation for his crual swat, and in the ord I forgave him. I loved him." Another of Mr. Garland‘s stovies is about Bret Harte. Garland heard it from the lips of William Dean Howells. Which reminds me that some aute~ ors do suffer horribly when a work on a story with tragedy stalking through it. I recall, for instance, that wher A. S. M. Hutchinson was writing "This Freedom"â€"which folâ€" lowed "If Winter Comes" he became a wreck while working on the chapter dealing with the suicide of a young girl. He was haggard and "all in" and you could see in his face that it was taking hold of him terribly, He would stay up all night with his charâ€" acters and suffer excruciating agony in their company. "One day as I was lying in my steamer chair reading "The Brushâ€" wood Boy,‘ Rudyard came up behind me with a roll of wet newspaper and gave me a fearful swat. ‘Put that book down,‘ he said. I was hurt and disgusted. ‘That was a bad boy‘s trick," I remarked, Hamlin Garlaadâ€"in his new book, "Companions on the Trail"â€"quotes Edward W. Bok as telling him this story about Rudyard Kipling with whom Bok once crossed the scean Said Bok: When our eyes turned in the diâ€" rection from which we had come they beheld one of the world‘s loveâ€" liest mountain views. Fog and mists were fleeing in every direction beâ€" fore the piercing rays of the late afâ€" ternoon sun. As their gray curtains swept away, one low _ mountain range after another came into the line of vision. Between the slopes were beautiful lakes surrounded by sloping â€" green flelds.â€"From "We Look at the Wold," by H. V. Kalâ€" tenborn. a little man who died more than a hundred years agoâ€"how ridiculous!" on the ‘mosses under the fragrant fir trees. In the open spaces we heard the distant song of larks and in the wood nightingales chanted melodiously and even responded when my young companion whistled the notes of their song. . . Island, there was semitropical vegeâ€" tation and red volcanic soil. After a little distance had been traversed wild flowoers and anemones abounded Gotemba, the little town lying at the foot of Fujl. As the train wound its way through the foothills, sheets of rain dashes against the windows while clouds and mist obscured all view of the snowâ€"clad peak towering twelve thousand three hundred and eightyâ€"seven feet above the plain. Curious, isn‘t it? ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO "The basic rule for the mother to follow, as always in the case of diet," the booklet says, "is to practice old« | fashioned common sense. Food fadâ€" l dists may obscure the issue with their everâ€"changing theories couched im highâ€"sounding phrases. But in actual Ipuctice common sense remains our | most reliable guide." prise of "At the Bigne of his own Head" in St, Michael‘s Alley, Cornhil4 It was such a success that by the ond of the century there were nearly three thousand coffee houses in London. Even though great protests arose as an answor to their establishment, the institution of the coffes house could not be quelied, The coffee house as a rendezvous for famous clubs. of the eighteonth century was introduced into London in 1652 by Pasqua Rosee, Mr. Bdâ€" wards, a merchant, having acquired the taste for coffee while in Turkey, had his Oriental servant, Pasgua had his Oriental servant, Pasgua Rosee, prepare it for him. This bevâ€" erage found great favor with his Lonâ€" don guests, and Mr. Edwards, fAnding it inconvenient to supply them sugâ€" gested that Rosee become a vonder of coffee, Taking his advice, Pasqua Rosee founded the prosperous enterâ€" The cheese makers of Roquefort are proud of their cheese, and both the Ministry of Agrictulre and courts of law have come to their aid in protecting them against rivals. There are ten Roqueforts in France, but the Rogquefort where the cheeses are made is in south central France in the Department of Aveyron. Cheese has been manufactured there from time immemoria!, and placed in the town‘s cellars in order that it may become "good and savory," to use the expression employed by King Charles VII in a charter granted in 1457. Not long ago, a cheese maker in anothor Roquefort had the temerity to call his product "Roquefort cheese," but was restrained by a court order from doing so. There are other towns near Roquefort which make cheese of curdled ewo‘s milk in the same way and put it in the same kind of celâ€" lars, but a court ruled in 1922 that their cheese could not be called Roquefort cheese. So the townsmen of Roquefort can rest assured that they will be well protected against illicit use of their "tradeâ€"mark." Ten Winter Rules Listed For Children‘s Hoalth "Foo., The Weeth and Hoea‘lth‘ is the title of a booklet which was preâ€" pared under the auspices of the U.8. Health Department and the Board of Education with the aid of leading scientists, medical experts, and health leaders. Plenty of vegetables, both raw and cooked Ampiec supply of fruits, espâ€"cially citras kind. OGue quart of milk every day. Bread one day old, to exercise jawa, Erush +ceth, night and morning. Play in the open air. Frequent exposur« to the sun‘s rays, Less candy and fewer colored drinks. Wider use of codâ€"liver oil (in Winâ€" ter) The ten rules for children‘s health und for growing sound teoth, listed in the booklet which is dedicated to school children, follow : Are you in a hurry? Do you find rubber boots, gaiters and hip waders cumbersome? Try these. They‘re zipperâ€"cqauipped and guarâ€" anteed not to stall. As seen at London, England, fair. Pericdic visits to the dentist Only One Roquefort