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Rich Mrs. Jupiter is robbed and murâ€" dered during the engagement perty she g::c. her seâ€"retary, llgrid Harkness. y s scapegrace brother, die, is susâ€" pected. He is run down and killed as h: goes to meet Mary. Bowen of The Star discovers a raceâ€" track gambler and crook called The Fly to whom Eddie owed money. Bowen gives Mary a coat he found in the Jupiâ€" ter house the night of the murderâ€"it !s her brother‘s. The butler recognizes it as having been worn by a "gateâ€"crasher." Mary later meets Bowen for dinner «and they learn the Fly is hiding or. the premâ€" Ises. Bowen has a plan to cntrap The Fly, using a ruby necklace as bait. Sudâ€" denty the reporter tells Mary The Fly is approaching. *â€"Bermuda, I think, though it‘s kardly the seasoi., but Europe takes too long, and besides," she shrugged lightly, "it‘s frightful to be a bride and groom on one of those transatlanâ€" tic boats you couldr‘t be more conâ€" spicuous honeymooring at «he Riti. The orchestra plays at you and they put you at the captain‘s table and turn spotlights on you and otherwise make you wish you‘d died before you were bornâ€"" "The Fly!" Mary repeated, horrorâ€" stricken. Terror, like a creeping parâ€" «lysis, began to close in on her facu‘â€" ties. But she hesitated only the fracâ€" tion of a minute. The footsteps were coming nearer. She began to talk in hushed, conversatiâ€"nal tonces: She continued talking as the man brushed by their table and vwas hidden from sight by the angle of the wa!l. Only then did he iet her eyes stray from her companion‘s, and then they were cool and incurious. Bowen clappe! his sands silently, a. 1 made her a small bow. "You fooled me!" she aceased furiâ€" ously. "Why?" Bowen was instantly grave. "Because this is cserious busines: we‘re undertaking ancd 1 had to know hew you‘d act in a pinch. You were perfect." "Swell!" he chuckled. "Go to the head of the clas», Gloria Swanson!" Mary was dumbfounded. She leanâ€" ed out and looked after the man who had passed, and saw the large bulk of Jack Shay moving majestically toâ€" ward the front of the room. She sank back, weak with reaction. "Was I" She was slightliy mollified b: his praise. Shay, returning past their table, gave Mary a ‘ong look and said, "Helâ€"lo!" He put his hands on the table between them, looked from one to the other searchingly. "I see your Ettle shakeâ€"up this afternoon didn‘t bother you!" "Sure, we got acquainted this afterâ€" noon." Shay was obviously turning ever in his mind what connection there was between this afternoon‘s accident, this girl, and the min she was with. Reluctantly he dragged his eyes away from the girl and turned to Bowen. "How you been." "Never better," Bowen beamed. *Nothing out of the way about that accident, was there? Miss Harkness has very kindly been giving me a story about it." "Oh, not in the least!" Mary gave Lim her most winning smile. "Jack, do you know Miss Harkâ€" ness?" Bowen said. b 0 0 0 04 0 6460 0 0e d e e eb e e d eb e e e e "Nah, nah, nzh! Shay‘s dezial was exaggeratedly pos‘tive "Just a wild truck driver tryin‘ to beat the lights You can always relieve that ache or pain bharmlessly with Aspirin. Even those deepâ€"seated pains that make a man‘s very bones ache. Even the systemile pains so many women suffer. They will yield to these tablets! Asâ€" pirin has many important uses. Read the proven directions in every packâ€" age; and don‘t endure any needless pains from neuralgia, neuritis, rheuâ€" matism. Keep a bottle of these tablet: in the house; carry the pocket tin it subject to unexpected bheadaches, sudden colds. Quick relief, without any harmful efâ€" fects; Aspirin does not depress the heart. Just look each time for the wame Aspirinâ€"and the word genuine printed in red on every box. Every druggist has Aspirin, and if you ask for it by that name you are sure to get relief. Aspirin is a trade mark registered in Canada. Relieve #40404.â€"+ . a I # 44 4 400 P00 0 0 4 00 0 0 400 0 00 0 000 0 8 e e se e e e 0444# X,pcesumxng on The Fly and his comâ€" ol 3O ) » n ‘s e oo y 0 L 2 ETsw Sha ISSUE No. 41â€"‘32 CHAPTER XIX that pain safely Gems of Peril SYNOPSIS 999 By HAZEL ROSS HALILEY. o8 qung > mc ues by sneakin‘ through on a oneâ€"way street." "You were very kind. i want to t ank you," Mary told him. Wher he had wadd‘ed off Mary whispered, "Was it wise ‘o tell him my name? Won‘t he tell them in there?" nodding toward the private cCining room, "No, I didn‘t get your message. They tol1 me at ithe house yua‘l gone, but no one knew whoere. Spence hapâ€" pened to find this slip of paper beside the telephone, so I took a chance and eome here." He laid on the table the slip on which the address of Shay‘s was written. Just then Mwy saw Dirk coming t:ward them between the tables. Her heart turned over and began to race madly at sight of him. Mary could see that he was angry, even before he saw them. Until that minute «xÂ¥ had not felt i orself blameworthy ir the least, but immediately a lozen reasons for his displeasure ceew red to her. She was flushed and awkwardly conscious of havir# offended sim, when he reached ber side. “Ol-;, not yet. C:n‘t you t down a moment? There‘s so much to tell youâ€"â€"" C ; vMar;' puckercd her brow. "You‘re argry about somethi~g. Didn‘t you goet my message?" "But I called up your office and told the bookkeeper to tell you where I was! He said you‘d be wack. I thought you‘d call :or me, andâ€"you were going to be late, so I chought I‘d â€"come to meet you, sort of." "I didn‘t go back. Dropped everyâ€" thing and went homs, thinking we might go out scmewhers and party around a while." "Oh, I‘m so sorry!" "It‘s all right." But he did not unâ€" "The murderer of Mrs. Jupiter ind o‘ Miss Harkness‘ brother is ‘n that room," he said quistly, and noJded to ward the closed door. "And who is that?" "A man thâ€"y call The Fly." "What makes you thiak he did it?" "I‘ll go over the matter with you, st«p by step, whenever you have the time to give to it," Bowen answered." "What do you plaa to do?" "We‘re ust talking that over." "If you‘ve got anythiny on this man, the rext step is a warrant, isn‘t it? Why don‘t you have him arrested?" "Ready to s‘tting down. _ He drew up a chair. "All right, let‘s hear it," he said, without changâ€" ing expression. _ _ "Oh, I‘m so sorry!" "It‘s all right." But he did not unâ€" bend. ® "Th«‘‘s why I dressed up," she said, indicating the black dress. "Well," he soid, "shall we go?" I»yond his curt grecting he had not given Bowen a second glance. Mary flushed with embarrassment. "You‘re not being quiteâ€"polite, are you?" she said sharply. "Mr. Bowen has some information you ought to hear, if you‘ve time to listen." â€" Dirk turned a i:olitely attentive face toward the newspaperman. _ l "Maybe. But he‘d be mighty picious if I held out on hir._a.f’ "No," Bowen said firmly. "I‘ve thought that all out, and it‘s wrong. I know something about law, +ooâ€"the kind we get in police court, anynow. This man has a record of slipping out cof one legal knot after another. If we wan‘t make a case, and he goes free, we‘re through. We‘d have to take it ard like it. And I couldn‘t do it. It‘s â€"personal with me!‘ He had grown pale and his breath came hard. Savage hate gleamed for an instant in his narrowed eyes. . "That man came within an inch of killing me!" he went on in a low voics, strained with emotion. "He did kill Miss Harkness‘ brother. I think he killed the woman, too, but that much I caw. He ran the kid down, and he did it because he damn well meant to!" There was a mist of tears in his eyes. Mary lifted pleading eyes to Dirk, Surely now, once and for all, he wou!d see that his suspicions about Bowen were unfounded. Dirk looked as if he were about to speak, but stopped. He turned and looked at the closed door of the priva‘e dining room. Thoughtfully, Dirk turned and he and Bowen locked glances for a minâ€" ute. Then he reached into a pocket of his dinner jacket and drew out a long suede pouch which he transferred to a pocket of the topcoat which lay across the table in front of him. He laid his hand on it significantly. "It would be suicide to go in there," Bowen warned him gently. "Don‘t let anything happen to that," he said and got up. Before Mary could stop him he was walking casually toward the back of the room. There were two doors on the small corridor which ran along beside the walledâ€"off kitchen. The first was the door into the private dining room. The second was the men‘s washroom. Dirk turned the knob and walked into the first, then backed out as suddenly as be had entered. He looked about unâ€" certainly, then went along the hall and entered the other. He was evidently go?" he asked, without susâ€" | "Wait a second," Mary said. "I want to see what‘s in that pouch." She slipped her hand into his coat and | lifted out the suede bag. She snapped open the cover a‘«. a string of bloodâ€" red stones fell in a clattering heap in her nand. panions thinking he mad mistaken the door in looking for the washroom. _ When he came back to the table, h# disregarded Mary‘s scolding, and levâ€" elled his gaze at Bowen. "What sort of lookirg chap is The Fly? "I‘ve never seen hin. The descripâ€" tun I get makes im dark, tall, not bad looking. Looks like a Latin. Mayâ€" be he is. Did you see him?" Dirk said, "The room is empty." _ "Well I‘ll be damzed!" After an amazed second, Bowen‘s eyes darted virdictively about in search of Mike, the waiter. "If that yegg lied to meâ€" Still didn‘t you say there was a side door?" he appealed to Mary. Dirk snapved out ot it first. "Give it to me before someone sees it," he ecnumanded. Dirk‘s eyes glowed. "Marvelous!" he breathed. And Bowen added, "It‘s a shame to lock up anything so beauâ€" tiful as that!" "Just let me wear it to the office,‘ Mary begged and drew her wrap about her shoulders. "There‘s no one hereâ€"you said so yourself!" _ She turned and looked ibout. With a shock her eyes met those of three men who had just entered from the front and "Yes, the one I escaped through this afternoon." Bowen took a long breath. "Then probably they left that way. Dirk turned to Mary: "Let‘s be running along," he said. "It‘s getting late and tomorrow‘s a big day." "The Jupiter necklace! What are you doing with it, Dirk?" _ _ "Let me try it »n, just once!" she begged, slipping it about her neck. The catch snapped. The two men stared, specchless at the picture she made. ei_seating themselves noiselessly «t a table directly opposite. She knew them at onceâ€"the same _ three men who had eben in the small dining room that afternoon. "Putting it in the cffice safe till toâ€" morrow," he answered reluctantly. He held out his hand for it, but Mary‘s cupped hands eluded his. RANDOM WRITINGS By an Astronomer There‘s a good deal of religion in an honest man. Beauty has its blemishes, even the sun has his spots. The darker the cloud the brighter the sun when he breaks through the rift. To some base minds the sight of gold is more alluring than a beautiâ€" ful sunset or the prospect of heaven. Opportunity The man who makes the most of every oportunity he gets will never have any time left to be envying other people‘s opportunities. Improving his own will keep him busy and happy. The man who never sees an Opporâ€" tunity going round by itself, but only notices those that other men have taken in hand and improved, is the prince of complainers. The sun is an unerring clock proâ€" vided by the Creator. The merit of an action should alâ€" ways be judged according to the motive which achieved its performâ€" ance. Mistakes Leave your mistakes behind you, but don‘t forget how you made them. â€"(ieneral Booth. "I had a lovely delicatelyâ€"colored silk scarf from Paris which was my pride," writes an enthusiastic woman from Quebec. "It became so soiled I had to wash itâ€"which ruined its beauty. I was"heartâ€"broken. One day I saw in the drag store a new kind of tintsâ€"Diamond ‘Tints. The druggist said they were for light shades and needed no boiling. When I found they were made by the makers of Diamond Dyes, I knew that there was someâ€" thing I would dare to use on my preâ€" cious scarf, (You see, i had dyed all my mourning clothes with Diamond Dyes and knew they were wonderful.) I got a package of Diamond Tints, dipped my scarf and it came out a1 gorgeousy colorful as a sunset! My druggist says repeated washings will not fade it. My friends were as de lighted as I and wanted to know what 1 used. Indeed, I‘m enthusiastic about Diamond Tints!" 22| 3i se _ 999 «My friends all ask me what I used" (To be continue.) AT All DRUG STORES y s y mog n t nertemeny 44 To be a successful tramp you must have all your wits about you. So, at least, says the Rev. Frank L. Jennings, "The Tramp Parson," who describes in" Tramping With Tramps" his adâ€" ventures when he set out to find out what the tramp‘s life is really like. A tramp, indeed, usually has a tactâ€" ful answer ready. There was one who chanced to call at the door of a good woman who was a staunch teetotaller. "Do you ever drink intoxicants?" she asked him. "Before replying, "ady," said the man, thoughtfully, "is that an invitaâ€" tion or merely an inquiry?" A Workhouse Wash The average tramp feels uncomfortâ€" able unless there is a good layer of dirt on top of his skin "to keep the cold out." A bath, however, is a comâ€" pulsory preliminary to a night in the casual ward of a "spike," the tramp‘s name for a workhouse. "Call that a wash?" said the workâ€" house master to one of his night guests. "Yes, sir, my face always does dry a funny colour." Mr. Jennings has very little good to say of most of the workhouses in this country, and he points out that many tramps â€" purposely . commit _ petty crimes in order to be sent for a short time to prison, where the treatment is much better. Many union masters, he states, deliberately make their tramp quarters as unpleasant as possible so that the tramp will refrain from using them. A favourite method is to keep him waiting half an hour or more outside, then bully him for his constant ringâ€" ing or knocking. I remember one parâ€" ticularly unpleasant ward in the Midâ€" lands where six of us were kept walitâ€" ing outside on a Sunday evening in pouring rain for threeâ€"quarters of an hour. When an underling admitted us, he greeted us with, "You‘re a preâ€" cious lot of lazy lubbers. If I had my way I‘d crack a few of you on the head with a hammer." Tragedy on the Road Once the tramp is admitted, he is searched, then compelled to bathe, ofâ€" ten in water that several others have already used, is given a dirty towel, an unlaundered nightshirt, and is locked up for the night, with his felâ€" lows, in cells that are frequently ridâ€" den with vermin. On the wall of one such cell a visitor had chalked, "Look before you sleep!" Another, with a religious turn of mind, had inscribed, "Except ye watch here, ye shall truly perish." Another inscription on a cell wall read, with pathetic bitterness, 1914â€"Motorâ€"cars and fags; 1930â€"Workhouse and rags. Indeed, there is plenty of tragedy to be met with on the roads, particularly the tragely of the man who has fallen from a good position in the world. In a few months Mr. Jennings met tramps who included a former solicitâ€" or, an Oxford M.A., an Army Captain, and a baronet. Out of the twentyâ€"four men "who were my roomâ€"mates in Kettering Casual Ward there were two M.C.‘s, four M.M.‘s, and one Croix de Guerre. In Peterborough Casual Ward my cellâ€" mate was a D.S.0. In this same town he worked in the garden with a man who had once been a wealthy diamond merchant in South Africa, and now made a bave living by selling scrap iron from refuse dumps. In Huntingdon he met a man who had become a millionaire by planting orange groves in Florida, and who had lost his whole fortune in a cycâ€" lone. > But there is no such tragedy about the majority of tramps, the real old "professionals," many of whom stay on the road because they love the life â€"and some of them do not make a bad living either. One of them specialized in trousers. He wore a very old pair himself, and went from house to house displaying the rents and tears. By the end of the day he would acâ€" quire from tweive to eighteen pairs, and when the pubs opened in the evenâ€" ing he would have his drink, bring out his line of trousers, and sell them at 1s. 6d. to 2s. a pair. "I‘m afraid they wouldn‘t suit you. I#+m Doctor Smythe." Roadside Language Some tramps, indeed, make a really comfortable living by begging. Mr. Jennings met a woodenâ€"legged man who made it his business to stand in the principal streets of the towns he passed through, playing his mouthâ€" organ. He reckoned that thirty shillâ€" ings a day takings was an average reâ€" turn. When he felt like it, he did the pubs at night, and earned a further halfâ€"crown. That sum is quite enough to excite the envy of many hardâ€"workâ€" ing men of women, In Leicester reâ€" cently he was summoned for obstrucâ€" tion and fined a pound. He paid the fine at once, and in pennies. Mr. Jennings frequently came across examples of the incongruous. He was in & workhouse chapel with fifteen The Doctor‘s Trousers One day, however, he had a setback. He was passing a large house on which a brass plate announcing "Dr. Smythe" inspired him to try his luck. A lady said that the doctor was in, and what did he want. The tramp imâ€" mediately displayed his old, torn trousers, and asked for a pair of the doctor‘s. The lady replied, "You couldn‘t wear the doctor‘s trousers, my good man." "Yes, I could, mum. I‘d wear ‘em if they was miles too big." Tramp Parson <i10 ARCHIVES TORronto The tallest peaks of the Canadian Rockies, crowned by Mount Robson at fourteen thousand feet, seem to beckâ€" on across the prairies as the train leaves the neat little outpost city of Edmonton, "North of ©53." The air is so clear that one hundred miles disâ€" tant seems but just over the horizon and the tingle of early autumn in the far north invigorates all things in this expansive land. Presently it is among the foothills, and the Canadian land of grandeurâ€"Switzerland on a mighty scaleâ€"is at hand. There is a special glory bere that only October can show and it is largeâ€" ly the golden glory of the little mounâ€" tain poplar, that tiny tree with its deliâ€" cate leaves which gleam yellow as burâ€" nished gold. In the distance their foliâ€" age suggests showers of powdery gleaming metal scattered across the hillsides and through the valleys, or as if some mighty hand had strewn layâ€" ishly a golden grain and that from it had spruug this dazzling harvest. Against the green of pine and fir and hemlock and the white of the mounâ€" tain peaks above, it stands forth brighter than the yellowing birch and very miserableâ€"looking tramps one Sunday morning. Sankey‘s hymnâ€"books were served out. The visiting iminister announced as the first hymn "What méans this eager, anxious throng?" And in another ehapel the parson preached to the inmates on the text, "Lay not up for yoursel es treasures on earth." Tramp language would require an article to itself. Here are a few exâ€" amples: drlzzlerâ€"One who specializes in street singing. Milstone â€" Inspector â€" Professional tramp. Timber Merchantâ€"Match seller. Vacationâ€"Prison. Tenderfeetâ€"Those who always look for lifts. A Pokeâ€"outâ€"Food given at the door. A Downy Earwig â€" A sympathetic parson. To Cloakâ€"To tell the tale. It is surprising to learn that there are many women tramps on the road toâ€"day. Some of them are by themâ€" selves, some with their husbands, and in a coppice near Stamford Mr. Jenâ€" nings discovered five men and three women, all tramps, who had formed themselves into almost a primitive society. HMe writes that after being in their company for several hours. I disâ€" covered that they had met each other on the road, had gradually chummed up together and agreed to live a thorâ€" oughly communal life, sharing one anâ€" other‘s loves as well as one another‘s Autumn vegetables with cheese have a golden goodness in tune with the high sKirit of the season, In a luscious cheese sauce, or enâ€" casserole, even the most ordinary of vegetables has a piquancy unâ€" dreamed of. Ideal for cooking with autumn vegetables is the allâ€"milk cheese food _ Velveeta â€" which melts so readily that it practically makes itself _into the smoothest and creamiest of sauces, Th ADatnereb iD ® ds Psssitcs Ad To preserve their crisp freshâ€" ness, to accentuate their delicate flavorsâ€"this is the task of the artful cook. These golden autumn days bring with them the whole harvests of summerâ€"a wealth of vegetables, ruddy and mellow, ripe and tanâ€" talizing. They call out to be gathered in all their luscious proâ€" fusion, to be served daily. By MARYE DAHNKE Kraft Cheese Institute + "‘Season of mists and melHlow fn'x'éffulness‘,:’ Keats called it! HOW DOES YOUR GARDEN GROW ? :Thjiorges and Canyons of Canada guperb Quality . . Always _ â€" Women Tramps "Eresh from the Gardens" TEA Avi puta on richer even than t the turning maples At Jasper, mountain town on & little elevated plateau in the heart of Can ada‘s Rockies, the farâ€"come transcot tinental train makes a long tarry after a slow and tortuous climb of thousâ€" ands of feet. Here is the very edge of the wild, a spot populated by tourists during the short summer, but in the autumn, when nature is at its glorious best, all but deserted, In the dazzliag month of October all of the great outâ€" doors dons its richest garb. The deep, cliffâ€"encircled lakes take on a richer blue and the vivid contrasts of green and crimson and gold assail each other in a veritable riot of color. We press on and by and by come inâ€" to the wonderful canyons and gorges of the Thompson and Fraser Rivers, the matchless ~scenic regions of the great Northwest. And everywhere 18 the glistening gold of the mountain poplar whose dainty leaves, scarce larger than a thumbâ€"nail, seem to turn almost overnight from light green to the yellow of purest metal, They lend to those hillsides and valleys a glow which is uniike anything else in the world, during these few days of swift transition or seasons. earnings and findings. They bad all things in common. Mr. Jennings‘s book is sufficient proof that his adventure was worth while. He shows that it is foolish to regard tramps, as a class, as degenerâ€" ate idlers and rogues, and be draws a disturbing picture of the conditions he has found in many of the workhouses. If the casual wards of the c untry are conducted as inhumanely as Mr, Jenâ€" nngs declares, he has done a public service in drawing attention to them. There is nothing in the world which does not show either the misery of man, or the mercy of God, either man‘s impotence without God, or his power with God. The whole universe teachâ€" es man that he is corrupt, or that he is redeemed; teaches him his greatâ€" ness or his misery.â€"Pascal. Radiance If the world seems cold to you, Kindle fires to warm it; Let their comfort hide from view Winters that deform it. Hearts as frozen as your own To that radiance gather, You will soon forget to moan Ah! the cheerless weather. In the ancient great Greek athletic contest at Olympia the first event was always a foot race. It was a dash the length of the stadium and was about twice the length of the 100â€"meter dash of the modern Olympics. _ Cook onion and pimiento in melted butter a (:"‘mu; add Ioul‘.k '-::l-l blended, tomatoes and coo ‘-lxtuo thickens, stirring constantly. Add corn, rice, pickles and seasonings to ‘tuh.l P.“V .l’-b a cuun::u eov: \ov«. 350 degrees, 25 minutes, 1 tablespoon chopâ€" 1 cup cooked corn ped onion 1‘ cups cooked 2 tablespoons cnv- i ri«‘ am 3 tablespoonuente,, 1 cup chopp pokd P TTTTTT PURTCB 2 tablespoons flour Sait, pepper 2 cups cooked * _ % package Kraft BAKED STUFFED TOMATOES 6 mediam tomatoes % package Kraft 1%2 cups fresh Velveeta bread crumbs Salt, pepper Cut a small slice from the top of each tomato. Scoop out the centers and fill the shells with a mixture of the tomato pulp, bread crumbs, Velveeta cut in small cubes, and seasonings to taste. Bake in a aodm‘te oven, 350 degrees, until Velâ€" waubs 4s L MLyC _ s 1 These recipes present a new and simple manner of {orifying old and delicious vegetables. Foot Race Opened Old Olympics A Teacher the deep crimson of Nanking !s selfâ€"sufficient. been the politi '.9270 it aas 1 of a sleepy ©% Nanking is recoming stea iuy mor® selfâ€"sufficient. Although this city has been the political centre of 1 .. A4 since 1927, it nas ierained the aimosphcre of a sleepy countrs town. The younger wen ard woren in the Government have slipped 0 to Shangha. for week» tC TTFEU" T nftle‘ &n Abossiuge, tp atâ€" ETe CCE EC enas as frequently as.possivic, to Ate tond rhea*.es and woncerts ana motionâ€" picture shows. But for several months this year cailway commâ€"nuication beâ€" tween Nantirg and shaoghar was cut of@, â€" Even the younger people learned to spend theirâ€"eisure i ere. Ana now, with . vigo wwus government retrench= ment, they cannot afford to leave. Seyâ€" mal comfortable theatres have opened, and recon: American "taikies" are shown here even before they appear in Snanghai. Nanking has its own rado broadcasting stations, anad can pick up Shanghai programs. CHINA‘S REAL CAPITAL Theoretically, Nanking has lost its status as the capital of China. For strategic â€"reasons, the Government maintains A theoretical capital at Loyangfu in Honan Province. The more important government archives were moved to Loyangâ€"fu last Januâ€" ary, and still remain there, against the possibility of a further Japanese attack. Lin Sen, President of China, Las a residen«: in Loyang4u, and spent most of his time there until this summer. But he has now returned to Nanking, where all of the active gov» ernment executives had preceded him. GOoD wWILL TO sTRANGERS. The "antiforeign" feeling in Nan« Ling, which aas made foreign resiâ€" dents uncomfortable for years, has 1 rgely disappeared since the beginâ€" ning of the Sinoâ€"J panese conflict, Inâ€" stea : of arousing the â€" Chinese against all foreigners, the Japanese attacks upon Manchuri and Shanghai Lave concentrated hostility upon the J: panese. This is not difficult to exâ€" plain. There has never been natural illâ€"feeling against foreign residents umong the ordinary Chinese people, who are innate‘y friendly and hospitâ€" able. But the Kuomintang, in its easâ€" er.ess to recove "sovereign rights" for China, has «sometimes ‘ndulged in publu ity camp.igns which have stizâ€" red up the people against foreigners. l‘or more than a year Kuomintang agitators have devoted their entire attention to Japan. With nc agitation against other foreigners, the people display their natural good will. CHINESE NEWS WRITERS,. Chinese newspaper men with a good command of English and comprehenâ€" sion of the needs of American and E iropean newsp.pers are finding opâ€" portunity in Nanking. Not one forâ€" eign correspondent has yet made headâ€" quarters in Nanking. They find it more convenient to locxte in Shangha:!, where there is no censorship and where soreign cable companies have offices. HIGHWAYS IN PROGRESS. The Finance Minisiry has ‘et noâ€" thing stand in the way of its plans, through the National Economic Counâ€" câ€", for an adequate highway system linking Narking with the large nearby cities. Highways, Mr. Soong fecls, will do as much as anything else to dr. w the cities A the Yangtse Valley together. _ The Nankingâ€"Hangchow highway has been completed, and the Hangchowâ€"Shanghai highway is being finished in October. A broad highway has been surveyed between Nanking and Shanghai, and work will be startâ€" ed this year. MODE LCITY MUST WAIT. The building program in Narking krs been suspended on account of the financial crisis of the government. Most of the work p.anned for this year cannot be «scomplished. The govâ€" errment has baen compelled to use all its funds in the antiâ€"Communist camâ€" paign in the Yangste Valley and in preparations against possible Japanâ€" ese invagion of China proper. But architects and engincers have remainâ€" ed at work perfecting plans for a "model capital." It is still hoped that substantial progress can be made toâ€" ward building a comfortable and atâ€" tractive governm »nt centre in 1933. HOUSING SHORTAGE. Foreign consular staffs are being inâ€" creased in Nanking, while legation staffs in Poiping are being reduced. As a consequence, the housing shortâ€" age for foreigners has become more acute. Chinese investors have hesiâ€" toted to put their money into houses ur apartment buildings or hotels in Nanking despite the demard for asâ€" commodations. I% is hoped that the Sovernment can make some definite assurance in the near future which will convince investors they can safcâ€" ly put their money irto Nanking real .et:’tltc.â€"'l'be Christian Sctence Monâ€" itor. TWO CGIvVERS Who little gives, knows mat the joy of living; *% His shrunken® soul the bliss of heaven foregoes For earthly gain; and daily harder grows His taskâ€"the task of little giving. Who gives his all, and gives with spirit willingâ€" Yea, gives himself and mourns "a Shall find in sacrifice supreme de heavenly filling NANKING GROWS UP. â€"George Hearzy Hubbard, t} B B W