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She would have to take Bruce aside and bequeath him her knowledge of his father‘s ways. She wondered if he played cribbage, or if Mr. Jupiter «ould be converted to cheminâ€"deâ€"fer. Suddenly a wave of heartsickness awept over her that almost rocked her as she stood. She dug the heels of her hands into her eyes and bit her lip. Dear Dirk! Darling Dirk! Why didn‘t he call up, or come to see her? She couldn‘t keep thinking of other people‘s affairs forever. Perhaps if she called him â€" she was halfway to the telephone when it rang. Glad relief swept through her; her voice was almost singing as ske answered. "Something he brought over?" Mary asked sharply. For some reaâ€" son the image of the beautiful siren with the throa‘y voice came to mind just then. Obviously, she was an imâ€" ported article; perhaps she was inâ€" eluded among Mr. Bruce‘s patra band. "Mr. Bruce went away, you say"" "Only into town, to look after his trunks. He had some trouble with the customs over something . he brought over, and he had to see a man about it, a man that had a friend in Washington that could make it a‘l right." "Oh, you know what folks brings that comes in on ships," Della spoke as one woman of the world to another. "Or it might be paintin‘s. Mr. Bruce said he‘d stay in town till he‘d had his exhibit, and then he was goin‘ back to the Riveera, and he didn‘t eare if he never saw Amorica again. He‘s stayin‘ at the Ritz," she added, irrelevantly, but with obvicus relish. Mary â€" retreated into her own thoughts. Irony, Bruce‘s returning just at this time! She ought to reâ€" joice; she was free now to go or stay, a: she pleased. She did not take the quarrel between Bruce and his father seriously; it would have been surprisâ€" ing if something of the kind had not taken place, just at first. On the surface, father and son were as unlike as it was possible for two men of the same blood to be, but surely the difference was more artifiâ€" cial than real. When they got a little used to each other, they would get along better. Bruce would surely see his father‘s need of companionship. And the old manufacturer would learn that a man was not emasculate merely because he was an aesthete in matters of dress. Jupiter House was too "country" to suit some of its servants, though its magnificence made that hostelry look pale by comparison. Mary had been prepared to stay in her room, breakfasting alone, so that the Jupiters, father and son, might have the first hours of their reunion without the presen.e of outsiders. But i1 Mr. Bruce had gone away so soon, there was no reason why she shouldâ€" n‘t be about her own affairs. To her surprise, she saw that it was nearly meet her. n T Bowen, police reporter, discovers .at Eddie owed money to a racetrack cvouk called The Fly. Mary‘s flance, Dirk Ruyther_forbids her to investigate furâ€" the«. They plan to marry at once. Mary meets Bowen in a speakeasy whre The Fly is hiding. Dirk, on his way to lock up the Jupiter necklace comes to take Mary home. They are followed by the same make of car that killed FCdli+ Bowen stops the thieves by tifrning his ©ar in front of their>. Dirk still quesâ€" tions the existence of The F"~ and Mary goes with Bowen. Bruce Jupiter returns from Turope with a woman friend. Rich old Mrs. Jupiter is murdered during the engagement party she gave for her secretary, )lar, Harkness. Susâ€" picion points to Mary‘s brother Eddic, who l: run down by a car as he goes to CHAPTER XXIII.â€"(Cont‘d.) _% _ CRHISP? S\D\ Just try one" SODA CRACKERS &A "Did you say sSYNOPSIS. "Oh, how dare they? Oh, I wish I was sure you had nothing to do with it! Dick told meâ€"ohâ€"" She was crying now with helpless mortification. For a minute or more the sound of her dry sobs echoed in the teleâ€" phone. "I‘m sorry. I‘d have stopped it if I could. But after all, people are bound to speculate about youâ€"you‘re in the public eyeâ€"you‘re young â€" you‘re beautifulâ€"you‘ve got the kind of luck that every shop girl wishes she hadâ€"" There was a pause. "All right, Miss Harkness," Bowen said stiffly. "Sorry I bothered you, But at least, don‘t blame me for the Fly skipping townâ€"blame that on your highâ€"minded boy friend." "Dirk, Why, whatâ€"" "He must have gone around to Shay‘s with a warrant last night afâ€" ter we left. The Fly and his palsâ€" by the way, that mug with him is his chauffeur, the one that did the drivâ€" Mary said "Wait. Let me think." She leaned her forehead against the cool metal of the telephone‘s mouthâ€" piece. Presently, when she could trust herself to speak, she said: "No, they just sayâ€"well, get ‘em and read ‘em yourself. They don‘t say anything but what any reasonâ€" able human would take for granted. "That‘s" wonderful. But how do you make it half a millionâ€"even if the money value were to be considâ€" ered?" "Say, you‘re the coolest proposition I ever saw. Don‘t money make any difference to you at all? Why, she left you first choice of her jewelsâ€"â€"â€" the rest are to go to her son‘s wife if he marries, and to you if he doesn‘t. That makes you half a milâ€" lion aheadâ€"or thereabouts." There was an edge to her voice when she answered: "I don‘t know anything about this, but if it‘s true I can tell you thisâ€"I choose anything else but the necklace! You can tell your paper that!" "Do the papers say 1 chose the necklace?" "The necklace, kid, the necklace! Don‘t tell me you‘d pass up a goid mine like that if it‘s offered to you?" "All right. But don‘t get sore at me. I tell you I‘ve nothing to do with it." "Ali of them. They have copies of Mrs. Jupiter‘s will. Jt was filed for peohkete yes‘er isyâ€"" "What about Mrs. Jupiter‘s will?" "Well, don‘t you know?" "No, noâ€"no one‘s told meâ€"I never thought to askâ€"" "Which papers?" Dreatiful suspi cion assailed her. Mary started to speak but he inâ€" terrupted her. "Now listen. Here‘s more grief, I don‘t suppose anybody on God‘s green earth will believe me, especially Ruyâ€" ther, but I didn‘t have a think to do with thisâ€"didn‘t know it till the paper came out and then it was too late. Have you seen the papers?" do "Well, Hialeah opens next week.‘ I‘ve just about got the boss talxed into sending me down there to have a look | around. The Fly‘s horse was shipped: yesterday. He‘ll be there. if he‘s alive." 4 "Oh, everything‘s fine," she lied, finding her voice with difficulty. "What‘s new?" "The Fly‘s skipped town. I had a hunch he might." "Ohâ€"" there was utter despair in her wail. "Then what are we to "Just reporting in. How‘s everyâ€" thing?" It was Bowen. â€" e #» Oh, don‘t say any more! "You‘re looking a little peaked," Jupiter ventured. "Better come along to Bermula with me next week." The level sun aslant through autumn woods Touches the oak and beech to ruddy bronze, Makes gold and ivory of bracken fronds, .. And decks â€" the silver birch with palest chrome. Hawthorns have shed their harlequin attire And, crimsonâ€"berried, vie with rose and briar To feast the questing, squabbling finch and tit. Lonely, the crows drift in an opal sky, While o‘er the bosom of the rich plough‘d lands, . A shimmering garment wrought by fairy hands, A million tiny webs in the breeze. The robin‘s careless song so sweetâ€" "Mv. Ruyther, please. Miss Hark ness. Dirk?" Two utterly miserable people faced each other down the length of the great _ Jacobean innerâ€"table that right . . . that night which should have held particular happiness for both of them. * Mary raised stricked eyes word "Bermuda." Mary was clicking the hook impaâ€" tiently, speaking Dirk‘s office numâ€" mer, trying to still the happy tremor in her voice. The pleasait, drawling voice of Stephen Ruythc > was speaking: "Got a little news for you, Mary. Tried to get you yesterday, but you were out. Jupiter tell you his wife left a will? Better come in and see me when you can. Little bequest in it for you." ‘"Whyâ€"" he hesitated, embarrassâ€" ed. "Dirk went away on a little busiâ€" ness trip. Didn‘t he tell you?" Each was heroically resolved to keep his troubles from the other but their woebegone faces would have told the tale, even if the loquacious Della had not. "Indeed you‘re right," Della agreed with warmth. "Here you are. And that reminds me. You‘ve a call from Mr. Ruyther. Early this morning ii came, but you were asleep." Mary went white. But-Della, why d‘dn‘t you tell meâ€"" She was alâ€" ready reaching for the telephone. "Well, it‘s not my busifxess, and that new maid‘s slower than m l.sses." tly shrill Brings to the heart a strange, eluâ€" sive thrill. So biiterâ€"sweet the scent of fallen leaves. "Oh, I know all about that, Mr. Ruyther. I thought you were Dirk. Dirk there? Can I talk to him?" We note that a Wisconsin farmer mistook a group of his relatives for gunmen, and opened fire, killing a cousin and wounding two others. This recalls the story of the English train which was stopped by an emergency signal from some unâ€" known passenger. The guard in the course of an investigation met a nervous man who complained of the delay, saying it would make him late for his wedding. The guard looked at him sternly and demandâ€" ed: "Are you sure it wasn‘t you who pulled the cord?"â€"Toronto Mail and Empire. "Della, Della!" she called to what she could see of that lady‘s person protruding from an overâ€"crowdel closet. "Toss me out a dress â€" any dress. I‘ve got to get out of here and walk off some feelings. Of all the stupid things, men are the stupidest â€"all menâ€"this man, and that man, and Lindbergh, and all the rest of themâ€"" Depend upon it that all false, all sham work, however it may last for a little, the effect of it is ultimately to destroy reputation, to take away confidence, and to act most injuriousâ€" ly upon those who have adopted the trick. Unceriain whether to laugh or be furious, Mary stood for/a minute, then flung away from the telephone. He took a deep breath and howled: "Go ahead and marry him, then, if you like ‘em thickâ€"headed!" and slamâ€" med the receiver viciously. When Mary recovered sufficiently to make a retort she found the conâ€" nection was broken. ing for him every timeâ€"anyway, they got out the sideâ€"door and beat it. Now Jack‘s sore at meâ€"thinks I stooled on him. I‘ll be lucky if he doesn‘t throw Mike out, too, and I‘ll have to lay my pipeâ€"lines all over again. It‘ll be years before Jack will trust me with a birth announcement, much less a piece of real news. Wellâ€"that‘s the breaksâ€"but I could poke that lover of yours. Keep him away from me, if you want him to stay pretty." Mary came to Dirk‘s defense more from a sense of propriety than anyâ€" thing else. ~ She was chag;ined, too, but loyalty made her flare: "Don‘t talk that way about the man I‘m going to marry!" It was a feeble attempt at dignity, but it hit Bowen in the most vital of spotsâ€"his jealousy of Dirk. CHAPTER XXIv. (To be continued.) SHAM WORK The Jitters October at the ( _ Caruso must have been a disconâ€" corting opponent at tennis. Before the War he occasionally went down to the Stoke Poges Club, then being run 1y Mr. N. Lane ("Pa") Jackson, the :veteran sporting writer and founder ‘ of the Corinthian Football Club. He played a little golf, Mr. Jackson tells us, in "Sporting Days and Sporting Ways" "but lawn« tennis was his favorite game, and whenever he missed a ba‘il |he used to sing ‘Ah, la, la, la!" in a voice of such terrific volume that on ‘ one occasion a nervous golfer actually | complained of being put off his stroke at a distance of some 200 yards from lthe lawn tennis courts!" One of the pioneers of Englisn lawn tennis was Bagnall Wild, who invented the system of "draws" by which byes were avoidea after the first rourd. In most of the early tournaâ€" ment prospectuses it used to be anâ€" nounced thatâ€" "the ‘Bagnall Wild System of Draws‘ would be adopted. On one occasion Bagnall Wild nd his wife were stayâ€" ing at the Imperial Hotel at Exmouth. Mrs. Bagnall Wild was busy one afternoon making a diminutive pair of undergarments for one of her little ones, when two of her friends entered the room and one inquired what she was doing. ‘Can‘t you see?" was the prompt answer. ‘This is Mrs. Bagâ€" nall Wild‘s System of drawers"" FINDING A SOVEREIGN. Before professionalism at football became legalized, Mr. Jackson tells us, there were all kinds of devices for making it worth while for ama‘eurs to play. A player who had just taken part in his first game for a club he had been persuaded to join, "was changing his boots after the match. He found something hard in one of them, which proved on examâ€" ination to be a sovereign, whereupon he said to his neighbor: ‘Oh, look! Someone‘s dropped a sovereign in my boot!‘ The reply was: ‘Shut up, you fool! Don‘t talk about it, nd if you play well next Saturday you‘ll most likely find two chere.‘" * Correct dress for wvennis players is a sulje . that frequenly finds its way into the papersâ€"but what about this? Whea Dr. Dwight, the "father" of American lawn tennis, came to Engâ€" land, Mr. Jackson arranged a game for him with one of the Renshaws "on the Maida Vale covered court, where tiere was usually a small ga.â€" lery of both sexes to watch the piay. Fortunaately a wert into the dressing roon. before he made his appearance on the court, for I found him arrayed in a woollen vest and a pair of woolâ€" len pants, partly buttoned and partly pinned in frontâ€"a rigâ€"out whicn might have evoked comment in this country. With ihe aid of Tom Flemâ€" ing, the keeper of the court, I made him respectable in the customary flanâ€" nels. . . ." Lord Balfour, then Mr. Arthur Balâ€" four, came to play golf at Le Touque, the French resort which was practicâ€" ally made by Mr. Jackson. Mr. Balâ€" four‘s caddy was to be the son of the head groundsman, but as this youth was . pt to roar with laughter whenâ€" ever a shot was foozled he was warnâ€" e that he would be carrying the clubs or the Premier of Great Britain. Mr. Jackson also warned Mr. Balfour, "consequently when he mads a bad foozrle at the third hole we both glanced instinctively at the boy, who lad both hands over his 1 outh and was writhing in his endeavor to stifle his u_ seemly mirth,. This amused Mr. Ba four immâ€"nsely. A few holes later it was I who played a bad shot, and this time the boy roared with laughter out loud. ‘How dare you do that after what I told you?" I indign.ntly deâ€" manded. ‘Oh, m‘sieur, was the conâ€" trite asswer, ‘I thought it was only for Monsieur le Premier!‘" TENNIS GARB. match.‘ ‘Oh,‘ was the reply, ‘you beat me <cr. the last green, though you were giving me four strokes; but I warn you, Jimmy, that I‘ve been reading yeur book on gol..‘ ‘Ah, weel,‘ Jimmy replied, ‘in that case I‘ll give you S1X. "The Corinthians who were not playing viewed the game from the stand, gently clapping their kidâ€" gloved hands when applauding the team, orâ€" encouraging their men with a ‘Well played, old chappie," uttered in a listless drawling style." In vioâ€" lent cqrtradistinction to this was the Accusation which appeared the same week in a Lancashire papor to the effect that the Corinthians systematicâ€" aly indulged in rougt play and were the most dangerously cruel team that ever opposed provincial footballers. Opinions about the Corinthians seem to havs been curiously divided when the club was first formed. Durâ€" ing one of their tours, says Mr. Jackâ€" son, a Sunderland newspa.er stated that: In his long lifeâ€"he was born in 1849â€"Mr. Jackson has taken part in almost every form of sport, and his book is packed with anecdotes of the sportsmen he has met. James Braid, for instance, was once going out to play with a member at Walton Heath, "and on his way to the tee he said, ‘I forget, sir, how we played last time, but I remember we had a very good What the player at the other side of th» net said we are not told. ~ â€" ISSUE No. 46â€"‘32 CADDY AND MR. BALFOUR. Mr. Jackson‘s father used to tell an > 99 Sporting Tales <I1O ARCHIVES TORONTO ' "That worthy knight was probably ‘a better citizen than soldicr. On an | occacion, it seems, when the regiment | was leaving Guildhall and had marchâ€" ! ed a short distance down Gresham St., he gavo the following truly remarkâ€" ! able word of commad: ‘Right turn! ! Noâ€"erâ€"left turn! I meanâ€"erâ€"right ‘turn! . . . Oh, damn it! Turn down Forty warders, a clerk, a doctor, a chaplain, and a governor form the staff of Cork Prison (England), which recently had one prisoner in its hunâ€" dreds of cells. Mr. Jackson‘s memory goes back an extraordinarily long way. Readers, young and old equally, will revel in his cheerful and crowded pages. The Look is dedicated to Lord Riddell, "A real sportsman, kindly and generous to his fellows, and a truly loyal friend." Those authors who sppear someâ€" times to forget they are writers, and remember they are men, will be our favorites.â€"Disraeli. "On his first morn‘ng he asked in French for some hot water for shavâ€" ing purposes, but naturally could not make the valet understand. After he had been brought a varity of articles such as toothbrushes, bootjacks, and so forth, they served him with some tea. By this time he had arrived at & state of such despcir that he willâ€" ingly accepted it; for, after all, it was hot, and could therefore be made to serve the purpose of shaving water. And for the rest of his stay the poor fellow actually shaved himsel" morn« ing atter morning with tea " He thought all was well. But when h returned to France he was reading some translations of what Russian newspapers had said about the visit, and was horrified to gind: "Perhaps the oddest thing of all was that the Mayor of Dunkirk regularly used tea for shaving with‘!" Mr. Jackson has a delightful story about a certain mayor of Durkirk he once knew. After the vi.it of the Russian fleet to various French ports the mayors were invited .n turn to St. Petersburg. ‘The unfortunate Mayor of Dunkirk fourd himself stayâ€" ing at a house where nobody spoke French : Basinghall amusing story abourt Sir William Rose, the first Colonel of the London Rifle Brigade, of which .e was a member: better, or CUNARD LINE ‘CROWN BRAND CORN SYRUP CANADA STARCH CO SHAVIN3 "WATER. Fresh Fragrance of Blossoms CREEN TEA Street!‘ " Q’O\NARDSBUQQ "Fresh from the Gardens an Excellent Food. for GROWING CHILDREN A Treat ~for the whole Familyâ€" Aspirin is harmlessâ€"cannot depres: the heart So there‘s no use waiting for a headache to "wear off.‘ It is use less to endure 1iin of any kind when you can get Aspirin. It is a blessing to women who suffer regular systemic pain; t awe" whe must work on, in spite of eyeâ€"strain, fatigue or neuralgia, Learn its quick relief for colds; for| neuritis, rheumatism, lumbago. Be | sure to get Aspirinâ€"and not a substiâ€"‘ tute. All dru;gists sell Aspirin ub-f lets. k a | A Tot of things can cause a headache or other pain, but there is one thing that will always give you relief! Just take a tablet or two of Aspirin. Your suffering ceases. Reliet comes i2 stantly, regardless of what may have been making your head throb‘ with pain. 4 "Aspirin‘ is a trade mark registered in Canada. And first and last of seven, And all the world and more, Is she I need in Heaven And may not need before,. â€"â€"fdary E. Coleridge. "Where is the population densest*" "Just above the eyes." Friendsâ€"With a Difference O, one I need to love me, And‘on?to make me slumber, And one to bid me strive; But seven‘s the sacred number That keeps the soul alive. And one to unders.and, And one to soar above me, And one to clasp my hand, Q u ic k RELIEF from pain are certain to acquire another sort of value with the lapse of time. They scatter their leaves to the wind, as the sybil did, and posterity collects them, to be treasured up among the best materials of its wisdom. . . . It is pleasant to take one of these 'm:lo dingy halfâ€"sheets between the thumpb and finger, and picture forth the personage . who, above ninety years ago, held it, wet from the press, and steaming, before the fire. Many of the numbers bear the name of an old â€" colonial dignitary. There he sits, a major, a member of the counâ€" cil, and a weighty merchant, in his highâ€"backed _ armâ€"chair, wearing a solemn wig and grave attire, such as befits his imposing gravity of mien, and displaying but little finery, exâ€" cept a bhuge pair of silver shoe.â€" buckles, curiously carved. . Obsorve |the awful reverence of his visage, as he reads his Majes‘y‘s most gracious speech; and the deliberate wisdom with which he ponders over some paragraph of provincial politics, and the keener intelligence . with which he glances at the shipnews and comâ€" ‘ mercial advertisments,. Observe and ‘smlle! He may have been a wise | man in his day; but, to us, the wisâ€" | dom of the politician appears lile | folly, because we can compare his | prognostics with actual results; and | the old merchant seems to have | busied himself about vanities, beâ€" ‘cause we know that the expected | ships have been lost at sea or mouldâ€" | ered at the wharves; that his imâ€" | por‘ed broadcloths were long ago !“om to tatters. . . . We havys had to lop off many Acâ€" tivities essential to health, and, un fortunately, those which have been most seriously affected are child welâ€" fare and public health nursing, which are the most vitally important of all. We can absorb and take care of 3~ 000,000 unemployed; even, after a (asâ€" hion, 10,000,000. We have been doing it, so far. But if the number conâ€" tinues to grow and we are obliged to meet the increased demands upon us, with steadily decreasing appropMaâ€" tions, this depression is going to have a much more serious effect upon pubâ€" lic health than has yet been reflected in sickness and mortality statistics, By Dr. Carl E. Buck, Field Director American Public Health Association Let no one be lulled into a feeling of false security based upom the preâ€" sent low death rat«. ‘That is something to be thankiu} for but it will constitute an added danâ€" ger if any one is led to believe thereâ€" by that i. very real danger does not now exist, with even greater dangers in store. Coral Reef is 1,000 Miles Long The Great Barrier Reef, fronting the coast of North Australia, is the largest coral reef in the world. _ It ;1,000 miles long and thirty miles wide. ways either terrible or ridiculous.â€" Jeremy Taylor. edge of a vast forest, peopled with enough of its original race to Cconâ€" trast the savage life with the old customs of another world. The white population, also, was diveorsiâ€" fed by the influx of all sorts of exâ€" patriated vagabonds, and by the conâ€" tinual imporiation â€" of bond.â€"servants from Ireland and elsewhere, so that there was a wild and unsettled multiâ€" tude, forming a strong minority to the sober descendants of the Puriâ€" tans. â€" Then there were the slaves, contributing their dark shade to the picture of society. The â€" consequâ€" ence of all this was a great variety and singularity of action and incident, many instances of which might be selected from these columns, where they are told with a simplicity and quaintness of style that bring the striking points into very strong reâ€" lief. â€"From "The Snowâ€"Image," bY Nathanie! Hawthorne. If anger proceeds from a great cause, it turns to fury; if from a small cause, it is peevishness; and so is alâ€" There is a good deal of amuse~ ment, and some profit, in=the perusal of those little items which charactâ€" erize the manners and circumsiances of the country, New England was then in a state incomparably more picturesque than at present, or than it has been within the memory of man; there being, as yet, only a narrow strip of civilization along the There is a volume of what vere once newspapers, each on a small halfâ€"sheet, yellow and timeâ€"stained, of a coarse fabric and imprinted with a rude old type. Their aspect conâ€" veys a singular impression of an» tiquity, in a species . of literature which we are accustomed to cousidâ€" er as connected only with the presâ€" ent moment. Ephemeral as they were intended and supposed to be, they have long outlived the printer and hbis whole subscriptionâ€"list, and have proved . more durable, as to their physical existence, than most of the timber, bricks, and stone of the town where they were issued. of the timber, bricks, and stone of the town where they were issued. These are but the least of their triumphs. _ The government, the inâ€" terests, the opinions, in short, all the moral circumstances ~that were conâ€" temporary with their publication, have passed away, and left no betâ€" ter record of what they were than may be found in these frail leaves. Happy are the editors of newspaâ€" pers! Their productions excel all others in immediate popularity, and ude old type. Their aspect conâ€" ;s a singular impression of anâ€" uity, in a species of literature ich we are accustomed to cousidâ€" as connected only with the presâ€" â€" moment. Ephemeral as they re intended and supposed to be, y have long outlived the printer 1 his whole subscriptionâ€"list, and e proved . more durable, as to ir bhysical existence, than most Niovidd bfaa Scotia sovie w