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"Very weB, then," came the reiort; "you have in your possessionâ€"that is, in the possession of certain associates of yoursâ€"a young friend of moine "What is this? I understeod you were from Jardine‘s? "One has to use a little finessc sometimes," was the xeply. "I got to hear that Jardine‘s, the well known «aterers, were superintending . the dinner party you are giving here toâ€" night.and, naturally enough, in order to see you, 1 made use of that name," This woman had not risen to her preâ€"eminence in the world of crime without possessing a wonderful nn(-l froid. *"*You can leave o ies," she remarked. "I have just five minutes, madam, in which to make & certain statement to you." he said. "Mrs. Aubyn St. Clair?" "That is my name." The visitor halt turned towards the «loor in order to make sure that what he was about to say could not be over. heard. ine name of her visitor had conveyâ€" ed nothing to her, but, from the moâ€"~ ment of his entry, she had a vague, ureomfortable suspicion that, someâ€" whete or other, she had met him beâ€" Fere. â€" told herseif, "%] img her grip. 1 make mistakes, the Féon bress 3y D, the yes da Clair know enlered "Yee «#ard _A companion?" ‘"Yes. And it‘s this fellowâ€"who was also at the inn last night, but he got away somehowâ€"who may cause us no end of trouble. And if he 10esâ€"" She did not add any further words, but the redâ€"headed k£inl knew that the unspoken threat was directed against her, have to settle with him w again. It was the Ameri me the story; said he th that I should know. Bu: that now; I was going Crane had a companic Mandling." asked pro her had © prepared herself for the The rame of her visitar ha i t no ette, EmGke «done yesterday, but actually tried to get imto The White House. Of course, that was very foolish of him. Stevâ€" ensson, as we know, can be depended upon to deal with almost any situation no matter how awkward. He traced this Crane to the village inn. . . Wel, that intrepid young man, &0 stupidly quixotic, is row safely back at the White House. I don‘t think he will give any more trouble. Birchall is there as well as Stevensson and the others," conctuded the Empress, The redâ€"headed girl heared a sigh of retief. Bartholomew sYyNOPSI3 When Philip Crane, a young aeroplans designer, arrives in ondon on a holiday, through & coincidence of like names ne is taken for the crook Crane, who is a feol of a band ruled by & mysterions "Empress," He rescues Mary Ferguson and takes her to a convent He then goes to Mandling in Kent to rescue her father, Meanwhile, Charles Whittle, an Ameriâ€"< can detective, is trailing a band of forg. ers. By close confinement The Empress hopes to bend Ferguson‘s will to aer own. Crane, while watching "The White Mouse," comes to blows with an unâ€" known, who proves to be Whittle. When Crane attempts to enter the house he is attacked; Whittle rescues him. Then he and Whittle are attacked at the Inn ver © be ISSUE No, 6â€"‘92 maid, after throwing ‘wa CHAPTER XIV.â€"(Co gentleman s immediate]y °u_ now t0 say anyth itake; it was her own pelied her to speak. Stevensson tell v Whittle are attact e they ape staying in Jullia Felstead. Stanton * aid advanced a in# from the Bartholomew ttle with him when I see him was the American who told ory; said he thought it best rald know. But never mind ; 1 was going to »ay that wed aleG, A hrough _ Mrs. Aubryn St. Clair that poor Judith is losâ€" 1 can'g‘have people who not only went to Mandling but actually tried to get White House. Of course, very foolish of him. Stevâ€" ette & pertunctor girl, who shr d hurriedly $ ed «s pulled and then ith almost any s Â¥ awkward. He the village inn. . young man, so : ut ine nre epping on the mew." rom Ja t deal of damage has afraid. â€" This man ay, you haven‘t asked to know about hin 1 herself up with ng this woman use everything. In the moment, she hersel! at Stevnsson had Ay her cigaretite ADMIT ONE ¢€ e maiter N he wis adam," ased Mrs. St. ‘ard: "I don‘q are ‘, Gon‘t disâ€" I sbail be The Purple al ner crgar. blew out the Anelyâ€"chiselled Ty iss on irank from y left the n€et, ma visitor, fer BY SIDNEY HORLER »W Y out a , In been she A iew mies away a girl was sitting in a emall, barelyâ€"furnished room. busily cecupied with her thoughts. They were not pleasant reflections. ieave this nouse," she saic; and pressâ€" ed the beil. "It has been & real pleasure to meet youâ€"Empress," said the visitor, and as though leaving Royalty he walked backwards to the door. 102 L 2 1 OCZ> €CCU S00 JOAan Natlnawidao1, GBD%:â€" dren of Mr, and Mrg. N. L Nathanson of Toronto, are shown enjoyâ€" ing the baimy breeses of Florida. Looks good, e 2 a Lal "Why not?" "Because if the Police should come here, 1 could give them some very inâ€" teresting information about yourse‘f. Now, just this finel word: Either you ring up your country headquarters, ‘The White House, near Manaling; and, in my presence, give the most deâ€" that PZCCVIREUC~â€"T@L, OL COUESE, 15 HOL }'(\Ul': nameâ€"you come from America. We happen to be somewhat more civilized here than in the United States, in some respects. For instance, within one minute of my making a call through that telephone, I can be ordâ€" ering your arrest." The caller smiled. *You would not be zo foolith as whose name is Craneâ€"Philip Crane. | He is an Englishman, who comes from | Truro, and by nature is very inoffeaâ€" | sive,. It has happened that, through a peculiar set of cireumstances, he has fallen across your path. Last night he was forcibly abducted from an Inn at | Mandling, called ‘The Jolly Sailor,‘ \ and takenâ€"now, this is where you | may be useful, Mrs, Aubyn St. Clair. 'l very much wish to know where my | friend Crane was taken," l ‘"You are, of course, mad!" The visitor made a short, but not | ungracious, inclination of his head. ! "I expected something not quite so obvious," he commented. "Now," lookâ€" ing at his watch, "I find that three minutes of my five have already gone.| That leaves us very little time in which to come to the understanding which, I can assure you, isâ€"from your |â€" point of view, at leastâ€"very essenâ€"| g. She ha presence, give the mo ictions for Philip Cra e AS _She functions of government should be exercised to etimulate not ‘big business‘ nor ‘little business,‘ but @&ll enterprise."â€"Franklin D. Roosevelt. , im gomg to wait on you foday," i the said. It was the least she could éo; she had protested many times durâ€" ,L:.»g her short stay against being a‘â€" lowed the luxury of a private room, but the nuns had argued in turn that she wanted quiet and rest. So this delicious solitude was afforded herâ€" and how heavenâ€"sent she deemed it. Agitated, as she had been, stormâ€" tossed and almost distraught, she had‘ not felt she could have faced even the gentle stares of the nuns. These woâ€" men might be out of the world, but a good many of them, she fancied, still maintained an acute interest in what was going ou outside the four walls of the Convent. They were not all like Sister Faith. Margery had to smile in sheer ar usement this time. The contrast b tween the corpulent Soho restaura proprietor and this human lily w «o striking. She got up and gently précced +} " Trouble! My dear, how many more times do I have to tell you it‘s a pleasure? Why, I don‘t know what my uncle would say if he heard you talking like this!" She held up a workâ€"roughenred finger in playful reâ€" proach, J a state of splendid selflessness. â€" "I don‘t like giving you al} trouble, Sister." i The door opened to interrupt this gloomy train of reflection. A sweetâ€" expressioned nun, whose skin was like & schoolgirl‘s in its freshness, smiled at her as she placed a tray down on | the small table. asked a man so clever as George Ferguson to be such a weakling in his moral icl'mrtu:uzr'.’ Ever since she could reâ€" member, he had been an irresponsible gambler, _ Even back in her early childhoodâ€"that was after her mother had diedâ€"she had come to the conâ€" clusion that her father was & man destined for trouble. For what other end was possible for him, with his weakness and general instability? It was the thought of her father that brought such distress. â€" How wretched he had made her life! What strange illogicality was it that caused Margery Ferguson kept on telling herself that she should have been happyâ€"as happy, that was, of course, as any girl in her cireumstances could be expected to be. For here she was shielded from the world, kept out of danger, and surrounded by friends who lavished every care and attention upon her. Yetâ€" Ready for you To be continued.) ip and gently p _into her chair. milk, dear reaching y Hubbyâ€""A foo} and his money &re soon parted." Wikeyâ€"Ohb, John, how much Are you going to gve me for my birthâ€" day #" 20 MT610IYC:}, EUnight peéers At beauty melting into tears. It stares surprised, and does not know That its attentions melt the Enow, â€"Helen Maring. Inquisitively, sunlight The sunlight cannot hold aloot When snow is dazzling on a roof, It wants to know what makes it gleam, And why the eaves should run &A stream, Sunlight is curious about snow. ; It glares intently,â€"wants to know How fiakes are made, and why the crust Of snow can powder into dust. Black on the ridge, against that lonely flush, A cart, and stoopnecked oxen; ranged beside Some barrels; and the dayâ€"worn barâ€" vest folk, Here emptying their baskets, jar the 4 hush With hollow thunders. Down the dusk hillside { Lumbers the wain; and day fades A high bare field, brown from the plough, and borne Aslant from sunset; amber wastes of sky Washing the ridge; a clamour of crows that fly In from the wide flats where the spent & tides mourn I To yon their rocking roosts in pines windâ€"torn; y A line of gray snakefence that z2igâ€" zags by A pond and cattle. from the bor e stead night The long deep summonings of the tup~ per horn. out like smoke. â€"Charles G. D. Ro at ( The Potato Harvest Sun and Snow ceman, the dey 88 air field. D. Roberts. "Poemes di‘ure of infinite Jabour,. More ing ous still is a dummy revolver, wh Oone prisoner fashioned out of bre crumbs and coloured black. It was realistic that its maker was able _ #‘misoners planning escape have beer ’responsible for Aa special â€" section Among the exhibits here are pails, bolts, and even penâ€"nibs, which bhave been made into knives by the expenâ€" diture of infinite lahonr. Maro insamt The famous Black Musevm at Scotâ€" land Yard has now its counterpart in Rome, where a Museum of Crime has just been opened. Some of the exhibits are very interâ€" esting. There is, for instance, a stil etto with the words "Corgican Verâ€" detta" on the handle, and on the blade the grim legend: "May the wound made by me prove mortal." w One of the most delightful things in Spain is its strange Eastern music, and of all the music by far the most magital is the "Malaguena." This is a plaintive little song or chant which is humn.ed under the breath, started by one, taken up and varied a litte by another, carried right down the street like a thread of melody, everyâ€" one singing a few nars. Sometimes it is the veriest whisper; sometimesl it rises to a wailing chant. It is quile | Ruality has __ no substitute A New Crime Museum irrithted thraag _ _ 2 C j,i 44 «nnoying cold, or irritated throat, or grumbling tooth, neuralgia, neuritis. These tablets always relieve, ’l'heyrhdon't depress the hea.rt‘ and may be taken freely. ‘That is medical opinion. It is a fact established by the last twenty years of medical practise, The only caution to be observed is when you are bufing Aspirin. Don‘t take a substitute because it will not act the same. Aspirin is made in Canada. *‘No, 1 don‘t have ‘nerves.‘ You can‘t have them, and bold this sort of position. My head used to throb around three o‘clock, and certain days, of course, were worse than others. *Then I learned to rely on Aspirin,"* The sure cure for any headache is rest. But someâ€" limes we must postpone it. That‘s when Aspirin saves the day. Two tablets, and the nagging pain is fgne until you are home. And once you are comfortable e pain seldom returns! s Keep Asl.girin‘hand{. Don‘t put it awai. or put off taking it. Fighting a headache to finish the day may be heroic, but it is also a little foolish. So is sacrificing a night‘s sleep because you‘ve an annoying cold, or invitobial < Shrounk » cooame i olfi ce ie ons / B 1 just postpone it!" Spanish Melody TeA /es%/om e gordas" t bra inumidate his escape bewildering, for you cannot place it; it often seems to die away altogether and begin again as a sort of echo, bat with different bharmonics and interâ€" vals and always in a minor key. The narrow streets of Malaga are full of this strange ghostly music, and the women washing clothes in the riverâ€" bed all hum it, each one improvising as she goes on, but it always stops suddenly if it is noticed that any stranger is listening.â€"From "Spanish Sunshine." by Eanor Elsner. ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO a man has no fear, he has no C# 44 â€"4â€"4â€"4â€"0â€"0â€"0â€"0â€"4â€"4â€"4 * *#Â¥â€"4â€"4. f â€"Ba ruey Oldfield r. with it and make "So Bobs invented a tie that is Â¥Aking millions ?" ‘"Yes. One ride is for the wife‘s taste and the other for the bus hand‘s *# Trinidad Guardian: Hollywood has oo long held undisputed reign in Trinidad. It is time to give a part of our kingdom to Elstrce, A few years ago this might not have been practic» wbit. ‘Today thay, 1. _ . OO PIBELi Then unless I could pay, for rent, a song s As sweet as a blackbird‘s, and as longâ€" No moreâ€"he should have the house, not I: Margaretting or Wingle Tye, Or it might be Skreens, Gooshays, or Cockerells, Shellow, Rochetts, Bandish, or Pickâ€" erelle, Martins, Lambkins, or Lillyputs, Should be his till the cart tracks had no ruts. â€"Edward Thomas, in "Collected Poems." ’ Martins, Lambkins, and Lillypute, Their copses, ponds, roads, and ruts, Fields where ploughâ€"horses steam ani plovers Fling and whimper, hedges that Jove rs Love, and orchards, shrubberies, walls Where the sun untroubled by north wind falls, And single trees where the thrush sings well His proverbs untranslatable, I would give them all to my son If he weuld let me any one For a song, a blackbird‘s song, at Cawn, ; 1 .. . If I were to own this countryside As far as a man in a day could ride, And the Tyes were mine for giving or lettingâ€" Wingle Tye and Margaretting Tyeâ€"and â€" Sreens, Gooshays, â€" and Cocere‘ls, Shellow, Rochetts, Bandish, and Pickâ€" erells, "A good, strong, wholesome, well« erganized minority is essential to ‘he ultimate success of democratic ace tion."â€"Alfred E. Smith. British Films in Trini "Upon family life rests the welfare of the nation."â€"Mahatma Gandhi. "It is easy to give; it is harder to make â€" giving unnecessary."â€"Henry Ford. _ *"The honest way is to take the facts "that we have, use what reason we have, and when we cannot answer questions, say that we do not know." â€"Clarence Darrow., "Gold in international trade is like oil in an engine; it works only if it is well distributed and moves about: if it all sticks in one place, the machl‘h ery jams."â€"Sir Wm, H. Beveridge. "Th: war ended in 1918 on the feld of battie, but in the field of ideas we have not yet outgrowr the conditions which brought that war about."â€" Nicholas Murray Butler. "The solution of the crime problem, after cl., is the solution of the boy problem."â€"Harry Emerson Fosdick. "The greatest obsiacle to internaâ€" tional order is the enormously height» ened nationalism which receives the attractive bus misapplied name of paâ€" triotism."â€"Albert Einstein. "There is no nation on earth thatp equals the British in capacity for selfe deception."â€"Mahatma Gandhi. "There are more changes going on in more fields of hurian belict and interest than ever happened at the same time in any earlier epoch."â€"s Lord Lothian. "I am far too busy to enjoy moneyf I have more than I want; and the dif« ference in happiness has been negli« gible."â€"George Bernerd Shaw. "Seemingly, th« wide world has gone to the bottom of the pit and dag in its toes. The trend henceforth n.ust be upward."â€"Alfred E. Smith. "Truth caanot suffer a permanent defeat."â€"Henry Morgenthau, "Those who explain too much pree pare the way for those who excuse too much."â€"Sir Arthur W, Lewis. "Irreligion is a dreadful philosophy to grow old on."â€"Harry Emerson Fosdick. "Human nature does not differ ac« cording to geography.â€"S. L. Rotha{el (Roxy). "No game man over heeds the coun$ ~f ten. He is 1p before that."â€"Geng@ Tunney. "The incapacity of an underpaig public to repurchase the material i# produces is the domestic cause of the depression.â€"Will Dorant. "There is a law of nature whichk says, us» or lose."â€"Henry Ford. "What the world needs today is not more wealth, ut more confidéensg nna more comrage."â€"Nicholas Mure ray Butiler. If I Were to Own no VObfliclel to