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K BR AFT OMd Sashioned Salad Dressing "My place was in the dining room, you know that, Miss Mi.ry!" the girl said, accusingly. "It was Barclay‘s place to watch the door." "I know that," Mary agreed wearâ€" Kraft Oldâ€"Fashioned Salad Dressing has a piquant, freshlyâ€" *.blended flavor that adds new pleasuce to every salad dish. Tt offers delightfully rich smoothâ€" ness . . . yet has no oily taste . . . Best of all, it sells for an amazâ€" ingly low price . . . CGet some toâ€"day. Leld out her hand placatingly as Besâ€" sie‘s eyes flashed menacingly. . "I‘m blaming myselt for not having attendâ€" to to it. Td ro business leaving it lm wase N LE .. s ~~," o Meve YHek aAF yOu did, Bessie, Aryone mignt have come in and I‘m terribly afraidâ€"someone did. Oh, I‘m not blaming you," she keld out her hand nlacatinolw as T. after me," she repeated. Mary forced a laugh, ‘"They won‘t. Of course it was wrong to leave the door open as «dicd, Bessic. Anrvons micnt haus . ""You haven‘t been talking to that rporter any more, have you, Bessie?" acked Mary sharply. "They‘re not going to blame me for that, Miss Mary!t" "They won‘t blame you, sily! It will a _ be explained very shortly. But you musn‘t talk about it to anyone just yet. I would have spoken to you about it last night, Bessie, only I wusted to your good judgmient to keep still," The frailty of this plea was apparâ€" ent to her even as she made it. Bessie‘s eves shifted away. Mary looked «round, surprised at the crispness and formality of the girl‘s tone. Bessie‘s mouth was faintly malicious; her nose was lifted superâ€" ciliously. With all her effort at nonâ€" ¢â€"alance, though, tellâ€"tale red overâ€" «pread her featr=es, she look»d exactly like the cat that had lapped up the cream. made her moutn vivid with lipstick. She had just patted and pulled into place on each check shinirg loops of cark, mahoganyâ€"brown hAir, and was looking for fresh gloves, whon the parâ€" tor maid, Bessic, appeared t the door. "Gentleman to see you, Miss Harkâ€" ness," ‘ t Dirk had had tears enough from her and cornelia bo‘y, she thought fondly. Mrs. Jupiter, i.*.,he knew, would not mind her brightening up a bit for his «ake. To make up for what weeping paiha ol d Et s ie ul her dressing table. When Delia woke ner thore was just time for a quick tub and into her clothes before Dirk was due to arrive. She put the little black silk dress on againâ€"it was all she had that was suitable. Bu she brightened it with a boige fur jacket and :sequ«e, and pinâ€" ned on her shoulder a few of the frosh. est buds from list night‘s corsage of teaâ€"roses, now klooming in water on ISSUE No. 28â€"‘32 There was time for a luneh tray ani a nap before she must be ready to meet Dirk. He had not said so, but Mary felt that they must be going to see Eddic. Impatience made her restâ€" less, but weari~ess finally put her to sleep. _13 12. _ °VC Secretly. When she goes up~ stairs to meet him she finds Mrs. Jupiter robbed and murdered in her r0om. Dirk advises Mary to keep quiet about Eddie until he can locate the boy. Bowen, reâ€" porter for The Star, is told by Bessie, a mald, of Eddie‘s supposed visit. io Inpriviiy d ... dfi ci b.o ,dmttted secretly Old Mrs, Jupiter, wife of the millionâ€" abre automobile manufacturer, ives an engagement dinner and dance for her locumg‘, Mary Harkness, who is +o m‘o rk Ruyther, Mary receives a telephone call from her scapegraco broâ€" ther, Eddie, and she arranges for him to ba admireac u.ll 100 €ECH 7 don‘t want the worry had done to her Finer flavor Made in Canada CHAPTER VII Of course it was very SYNOPSIS. police coming eyes she Mary said resignedly, "I suppose you mean about my brother." And could not resist adding, "I should have thought your irterviews with the serâ€" Bowen had reached ker side with agility remarkable in a man of his generally rotund appearance. So far as tact would permit, he had placed himself between her and the door, and cut off her retreat. It was presumpâ€" tion but this was a big story and he coudn‘t afford to fail. "I know I mus seem a callors brute," he said, "asking you questions just at this time. But in the very nature of things, you know, news can‘t wait, And there‘s something that you and no one else can tell meâ€"‘" Mr. Jupiter was having his postâ€" luncheon nap, and there was no time to see him anyway. It was nearly three by her wristâ€"watch and Dirk was waiting. She hurried down the stairs. Mary waved her away, and with a defiant swish of trim gray skirts she left the room. "You might have said nothing," Mary thought, but one had only io glimpse that pretty shallow face to know that loyalty was not in Bessie. "I wasn‘t going to have them blamâ€" ing me!" Bessie repeated by way of excuse, ' "So you see," the maid finished, "he didrn‘t ought to have come back like that. I wouldn‘t ever have said a word, if T‘d known." "You‘ve told Mr. Jupiter, then*" "Not him. The reporter. Well, he asked me," she bridled virtuously, "and what could 1 say?" ‘ Ma: not to "Last week when your brother enme,. You was out, and Mr. Jupiter came down to see him in the library. And Mr. Jupiter told him he was a smart young aleck that needed a le:son and he wouldn‘t give a penny to pay a gambler‘s debts." "Told him? Mr. Jupiter? When was this?" But Bessie lingered, unconvinced. Firm conviction that Muary was about to be ejected from the household in disfavor, made ber bold. And jealousy of the girl who was, in her eyes, no more than a fellowâ€"servant, but who gave herself such airs, sharpened hor tongue for the thrust. She shook her head reprovingly. "He shouldn‘t ought to have come back like that," she said righteously, * not after Mr. Jupiter told him what he did." | Immediately she regretted having attempted to justify her actions to the servant. She turned away to bring the subject to an end. "Eddie? â€"But surelyâ€"he‘s always come to see me whenever he liked! As for it‘s being s« lateâ€"or rather, so earlyâ€"he knew there was a party and ke wasn‘t disurbing anyone!" knew." "Why, yes," said Mary, wonderingâ€" ly. "Why?" It was a mistake, but the name had slipped out before she thought. She couldn‘t remember wheâ€" ther she had rentioned Eddie at the time she spoke to the maid last night, or not. But why did the maid care? "Nothing. Onlyâ€"" "Only what?" The maid lowered her voice fearâ€" fully. "Does Mr. Jupiter know?" Mary flushed. "Why shouldn‘t he?" she equivocated. "I don‘t think he‘d like it if he "Oh! It was Mr. Eddie you were expecting?" The maid‘s look of interest surprisâ€" ed her. "Well, it‘s possible we‘ve neither of us anything to feel to blame for," she said. "After all, we don‘t know that anyone came ir. then. Not even Mr. Eddie. In fact, I don‘t believe he came at all." f ily. She must not give way to her fears before the girl. ‘"May 1 go with you?" he asked, eagerly. The newspaperman‘s zeal for a beat began to gleam in Bowen‘s eyes. The spell that beauty in distress had cast over him for the moment abated beâ€" fore the thrilling realization that the biggest story in years was in reach of his hand. P "This afternoon. Now. As soon as Mr. Ruyther ecmes." She looked at Ler wrist watch. Dirk had not come, and it was long past the hour! He was not in the house, evidently; wor> riedly, she took up the telephone, and called his home. "Perhaps 1 could do that. When are you seeing him?" John Blythe Ba and son of John a: nonchalantly as he "You couldn‘t wait just until 1 see my brother and find out what he knows?" "You won‘t put anythirg in your paper about it, will you?" Bowen hesitated, but only for a minâ€" ute,. "I have to, Miss Harkness." There was real regret in his voice. Before the sincerity'in the girl s g:@ay eyes, Bowen found himself sayâ€" ir.gi‘r'Yes," and meaning it. "Yes. But Eddie had nothing + do with it. I‘m as sure of that as J am of God." Their eyes met and held "You believe me, don‘t you?" "But someone might have come and gone, you admit that. And it might have been your brother. And during that timeâ€"how long was it?â€"about 20 minutes altogetherâ€"Mrs. Jupiter was robbed and killed." "Because," Mary retorted, "I don‘: know that he was. And neither does _anyone else." "You expected him, though?" ‘"Yes. He telephoned me about halt after 12 that he was in trouble, and r.ust see me at once. The maid should have let him in. You understand that was necessary, because no cne was being admitted except invited guests. But she was busy, and she careless!‘y left the door u: locked. No one came, or went, that we know of. I locked the door again myself, after 1 came down fromâ€"up there." "Why didn‘t you tell Inspector Kane that your brother was here last night?" vants would have given you alk the material you need." Sally Eilers, film star pauses for a moment and allows us to view the very latest in Striped crepe de chine. Quite swanky â€"what ? Blythe Barrymore, heir apparent Stripes Are in and Dolores (Costello) Barrymore, eyes the e poses at Hollywood with his parents. Unless a man has known at Jleast one failure he is unable to appreciate success. ‘You‘re not half as tired as the fellows will be who have to listen to her essay." At all hours and seasons Central Park was a solace and a refresh. ment. One of our regular evening exercises was "a spin around the reservoir," which meant a walk along the path which circled the raised bank of the upper pool. Often as we left Fifth Avenue and mountâ€" ed the embankment we came upon a scene of enchanting beauty. The misty towers and vague battlements; of the houses seen across the pond assumed an ethereal _ alien charm, rising like dim â€" cliffs of Arizonian planes, sparkling with campiires, their images floating softly on the still surface of the water, while below us motor cars flitted among the trees _ through _ purple dusk like monstrous, hastening fireflie!,â€"-Froml "Backâ€"Trailers _ From _ the Middle Border", by HMHamlin Garland. ’ "I‘m tired of reading about the smart girl graduate." my habit to sit at this window, perâ€" mitting myself to imagine that I was looking out apon some lovely Old World town. At times I proudly disâ€" played that bit of water to my guests, It was our noblest possesâ€" sion, one of those outer glories which partly compensated for the plainâ€" ness of our walls and the narrow spaces of our floors. At other times, when a robe of: new.â€"fallen snow concealed the gravel roofs of lesser houses, the towering hotels of Park Avenue assumeq the majesty of citadels. They were espeâ€" cially impressive at sunrise, although no one but myself ever rose in time to enjoy their dawnâ€"lit walls of flame and gold. It was my habit, however, to call the entire family to the window to share in any espe. cially resplendent phase. Park reservoir. Often at dusk this water took on the appearance of A lampâ€"lighted bay (with a wall _ of palaces just beyond) along whose highway a stream of carriages flashâ€" ed in endless procession It was of the royal footlight family There was one q sitting room _ froj glimpse, across the lionaire neighbors, ' A certain drab and â€" desolate grandeur was always present in our coutlook, but sometimes, at sunset, when slateâ€"blue clouds piled mounâ€" tainâ€"high in the southwest and the mists of our foreground and softly tinted the blank sides of skyscrapers with violet; or when a flaming vapor drove in across the southern â€" sky and the farâ€"away lights _ of the Queensboro Bridge sparkled like prodigious loops â€" of diamonds, the| city took on the dignity of an im-, perial capital. It became noble as| well as vast. | From a Window in New York Oh TORONTO 16 precise spot in our from which I _ could the roofs of my milâ€" ors, a curve in the Often at dusk this the appearance of a camera For words are tersâ€"they do but but they aro the Thomas Hobbes. are an area 0fâ€"13,909,782 square miles, or about oneâ€"quarter of the known surâ€" face of the glabe, distributed almost equally over the northern and southâ€" ern hemisphere. Of the poulation of 450,000,000 about 60,000,000 are white, the ‘remaining 390,000,000 _ include $15,000,000 of the native races of India and Ceylon, 40,000,000 of black races, 6,000,000 Malays, 1,000,000 Chinese and 1,000,000 Polynesians, with various other elements ‘The religions repreâ€" sented include 210,000,000 Hindus; 1,000,000 Mohammedans ; $0,000,000 Christians, of which $7,000,000 are classed as Protestants and 13,000,000 as Catholics; 12,000,000 Buddhists ; 12,. 000,000 * Animists: 4,000,000 Siths, Jains and Parsees; 750,000 Jews, and the remainder Polytheists and others, There is no fundamental law upon which the constitution of the Brititsh Empire rests, but the two main prinâ€" ciples underlying its administration es e 1 The delegates to the conference reâ€" present a total population of 450,000,â€" 000 persons and countries that occupy an area ofâ€"13909 789 ammara wilss _ Imperia. conferences are by _ no means a new departure, Their origin dates back to 1886 when the first con. ference of representatives of differe: t parts of the Pritish Empirâ€" was held in London, In that year the Prime Ministers of the various Dominions were in London at the celebrations of the Jubilee of the late Queen Vicâ€" toria and they seized the dccasion for a discussion of matters relating to muâ€" tual welfare. Another gathering was Leld in London in 1902. These two [assemhlies were known as Colonial conferences and were presided over by the British Colonial Secretary. _ In 1907 representatives of the varior : parts of the British Empire again met in London, this time as an Imperial Conference with the Prime Minister of Great Britain as chairman. Since then conferences have been held in the British capital in 1911, 1917, 1918, 1921, 1923, 1926 and 1930. The conferâ€" ence in Ottawa will be the first hel" outside of Great Brit. in. Otiawa, Canada.â€"Evidence of the universal interest in connection with the forthcoming Impe.i.l Rconorc Conference which opens in Ottawa on July 21 next is shown by the volume of inquiries being received at officie! and somiâ€"official sources f.. inforr 1-‘ tion concerning it, Imperial Conferences Date Back to 1887 104 0 o0 ow Ee y veeedn selfâ€"government and #elfâ€"support Now let us skip over some one hunâ€" dred and fifty miles or so to the Gramâ€" pion ranges, in Victoria still. There, under a big hill called ambitiously Mount Abrupt, we find ourselves at its base among a species of low serub, with very > d, soil, and all around us heaths tall and short, pale pink deep pink, white and red, and a bush with Near by one could find an occasionâ€" al specimen of what we used to call the sheâ€"oak, an untidy, sadâ€"looking tree with long needles for leaves. You know, if you put a cockle shell to your ear, how you get a sound as of the ebbing of the sea? One gets the same soughing of wind and waves under these strange trees. A moment comes back to me, when, riding home in the twilight one summer‘s evening with a dear compaion, we lingered and lisâ€" tened. What did the tree tell us? It is September, the equivalent of April in northern lands, with glimpses of sunshine and intervals of squally rain. A little later there will be a small flower, possibly of the scabious or cornflower family , but a bright forgetâ€"meâ€"not blue with gray stalk and two tiny gray leaves on either side, flat on the groud. A child is with me there. How happily we hunt for the sweet flowers! Overhead the wattle â€"mimosa you call itâ€"is in full bloom, its fragrance filling the air. [ In the home paddock, near a house ‘in the western district of Victoria, there grows a tall, wiry grass, and among it, in spring, all sorts of little orchids. The. is one tiay green felâ€" low about three inches high with very open mouth (old Nannie used to call him the grandfather); and spider orâ€" chis, as though cut out in velvet, in every shade of cream and buff and dark red, with thin, tough stalks. Also a dear little blue one, not unlike an English bluebell, but shorter, more sturdy and of a gentian blue. One is a daffodil yellow and its first cousin has brown on the petals, Come, roam with me in the wilds of Australia. Spring Flowers of Australia (Write Salada, Toronto, for excellent recipe) If all housewives knew what repair men know â€" about sewing machines, they wouldn‘t think "any kind of ol will do." Threeâ€"fourths of all repairs on sewing machines are due to neg lect or the wrong kind of oil. There‘s only one oil good enough for your machineâ€"the best. Regard-‘ less of price, you can‘t find better oil than 3â€"inâ€"One. 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Ritchie The mountain thrush is calling to his mate, a wild, beautifal note, echoâ€" ing down the river. A deep peace reigns. How sweet are reminiscences of other days and other climes.â€"Contriâ€" buted. \ IF YOU caN‘t Nurse Bagy YOURSELF . . . TRY EAGLE BRAND! Long ago one would have come across an occasional miaâ€"mia the temâ€" porary dwelling of a native, shaped like a tent but made of green branches. The sun is burning even in spring and the sky is a brilliant, cloudless blue. The crows are cawing lazily, Presently we are baked and wander toward the river which skirts the plain on one side with a narrow belt of timber. There it is cool and shady;| not a tidy riverside, as in England, but with great gum trees and fallen logs, where one may rest and dream & little. In the bends there are tall buttercups, two or three feet high, and mallows similar to those in oth@r countries, but a sweet, halfâ€"forgotten’ fragrance seems to come to me from themâ€"that is missing elsewnere.l There are patches of mint beneath‘ one‘s feet. | Shall we take a long flight now, right away to the Riverina in New South Wales, where the great plains are? ‘There they stretch before us for miles and miles, covered with myriads of everlastings, white and yetllow. Is their dry, sweet scent waftâ€" ed to you on the gentle breeze? _ In every dampish hollow we shall find a delightful vetch with large llowers,‘ some mauve and some violet, and a delicious perfume is wafted on thel breeze, reminding one of wistaria or, still more of, hyacinth moreno. | spiky red flowers which may be a greâ€" villea. In such country, there will be later a sbhrub which we callied wild fuchia, with long hanging narrow flowâ€" ers, red near the stem asd then su.l green; and bottleâ€"brush, resembling its name but a brilliant crimson, and with notches rather like small nuts on its scrappy boughs. } tion, look for the trade " printed in Red on Y |w. , They Weren‘t There Two Irishmen made their boat fast ‘lo a wharf and went to sleep. The boat broke away in the night and ’dl‘ltud far out to sea. When Mike awoke he could see nothing but water, | He shook Pat and said, "Wake up, fqulek. Pat. We‘re not here at all." Pat roused himselft and looked out and replied, "No, begorra‘ And we‘re a long ways from here." But houses go. The town pushes out, arnd clutches the fair meadowâ€" lands, and the uneven lanes are straightened into uniform streets, and the few roofs give way to hundreds, each after the same fashion, and the s.ngle whop to a spraw ins doz n. And this was the way of the old house. ‘ key built a new ons on the opposite side of the orchard, and transplanted the white lilac bushes to a space along. side another weatherâ€"beaten Jence. It grieved my childish heart to see the »nchanted place go.â€"From "A Victo»â€" ian Village," by Lizette Woodwor‘h Reese, The old house was ‘ovely at ail times, but espocially so in spring, when the daffo®}s flamed up in the grass yellow and untonded , . And it ’was loveliest of all in the summer ausk. Opposite stretched a groat pas» ,tLre, curving down into the great western sky, and this sky blazed at ’ dusk with orangs or scarlet, dwindling _ down as the minutes went, into thin _lemon, or vagre mauve. The air was full f pricking »alfâ€"noises, and abovo them, like the cut of a knife, the shrill of peacocks across in the Mardona‘d Farm. We children sat out on the fron‘ steps in the soft light, clinging closely together: behind us gleamed the one window in the attic, colored with the west, and before us th: furâ€" iugs of vast rich sky, thrust throuzh with that separste and knifeâ€"lika sound. We were sad; we folt ourâ€" selves alore in a wide, bare world. Humans also may have shared in this southward migration, Dr. Chaney siid. He finds evidence of it in the similarity of appearance and mode of living between the Maya Indians of Central America and the Mongol tribes of Asia. ‘"The fact of this climatic change is fully demonstravec by the migration southward of the forests, and the aniâ€" mals which livec in them, to the on:y pert of he world where suitable conâ€" ditions of temperature and moisture still exist." "Just what were the causes of this gradual change is a difficult question to answer, Variations in the amount of heat given off by the sun or in the insulating power of the atmosphere, shifting in position of continental masses with a resultant alteration of currents of water and airâ€"all these and many more factors may have conâ€" tributed. These forests and those in Certral America, said Dr. Chaney, "give a picâ€" ture of the past which has endured ,down to the present in Costa Rica and Guatemala, a picture of California | and Oregon as they may be once mose if warm ocean currents and winds reâ€" ’tnrn to make more hospitable the morthern borders of he Pacific." RECONSTRUCTING HISTORY. "Reconstructing the history of the earth on the basis of the fossil flora of western America and their living couivalents in the mountain forests of Venezuela and Central America, a tend may be observed during past ages from a moist warm climate to the relatively dry and cool conditions o+ our day," he went on. Twoâ€"thirds of the «rees that lived in western North America millions of years ago, known today by the fossil imprints of their leaves in ancient rucks, have close relatives living in the forests of Venezue‘a, the scientists tound. our lifeâ€"train arflvu.;ko';;h In the hot, moist rainâ€"forests of Central America and Venezuela the scientists found ¢ sort of "lost worl i," where plant and animal life closely ukin to that of the arth‘s ancient past still survives. SECRETS OF PAST FOUND. "In the depths of this forest," said Dr. Chaney, "lie many of the secrois <f the pastâ€"many of the explanations for vonditions on the earth todayâ€" suggestions even of what may be exâ€" pected in the years that lis ahead." THE J9Y AT HAND us enjoy the scenery Traces of changes in climate, and also hints of what the world may be like in the future, have been discovâ€" ered during a strange journey into the past" by Dr. Raiph W. Chaney, of the University of Californ‘a, and Dr. Erling Dorf, of Princeton. Their findings were described by Dr. Chaney in an announcement of the Carnopie Institution of Washington. Washington. â€" Evidence that the world :s growing cooler and drierâ€"â€" and has been doirg so for millions of yearsâ€"has been found in tropical jungles by two scientistâ€"explorers, Scientists Declare Forests and Animal Life Migrated South With Climate moment. The landscape the bepd_vfll still be there World is Growing Colder and Drier But Old Houses Go of Na