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ies se e d Y comquest of Persia with great erudition. "Alas, in such an exile," he said. ‘"‘There is nothing else to think about. Many times I have wished it might be possiblé for me to go to Kelâ€"elabir and Diala to see your countrymen at work at their excavation. I think they have the faith, to go on as they do!" ‘"Do you?" said Lynne, a sparkle of secret joy in her eyes. "Why?" "Oh, because ‘I do not think these cups of Alexander will ever be found." "No, 1i‘s all nonsense," said Julian, readily. "It‘s so unlikely that there Monsieur Duhamel ‘asked them to lunch with him before they left Kashan. He was very interested in Persian history, and talked about Alexander‘s route for Baku, Batoum, Marseilles, and London. . Next morning, soon after 8.30 a.m. the mail ‘plane arrived from Isfahan; the pilot was a gloomy young Englishâ€" man who was in some doubt at first as to whether the boxes were going to be tco heavy for his machine; but to the Ormonds‘ vast relief, they saw the aeroâ€" plane winging away northward at last, "We‘ll wai‘t here until we‘re sure that the ‘tboxes have gone on the ‘plane to Enzil," said Jullan. He had a friend in Kashan, a ycoung Frenchman who was agent for an Austrian firm of silk importers; they went to see this friend, going on foot along the narrow ways. The young Frenchman, whose name was Duhamel, was a pleasant enough felâ€" low who seemed overjoyed at the sight of new Buropean faces, He recomâ€" mended a chapanâ€"khana or roadâ€"house in which he hoped that thsqg\might ‘be comfortable that night. "It seems as though they â€" simply must get Icst or stolen. Wouldn‘t it be much better if we took them with us?" "Nc,"*said Julian, shortly. Lynne ‘was a trifle put out by his tone. It did not seem to her that findâ€" ing the cups had roused his spirits as it might ‘have done. When they came out of the office, the boxes finally relinquished to the lackadaisical care of the black musâ€" tachioed Mr. Salstira, Lynne said to Julian : FREE ADMISSION MON. WED. FRI and SAT. "The aeroplane calls here toâ€"morrow from Isfahan: the boxes will be at the Company‘s office in Enzili on Friday. At Enzili they will wait for ten daysâ€" sfore the ship takes them to Baku." Via Enzili, Baku, Batoum and Marâ€" seilles. Mr. Salstira said that he hoped that they might reach England in six weeks. GOLD FOR. LONDON The night, when it came, passed withâ€" out event. On the following midday they came to Kashan; behind them, still visible a hundred and fifty miles across the plains they could see Demavend, theâ€"greatest peak of the Elburz range, a snowy wraith in the blue. They rode in through the narrow, delapidated streets of the town; the motley crcowd gazed at them curiously. Lynne felt that she preferred the empty pliains, the desolation of abomination of the salt desert, to thisâ€"close, reeking Mr. Salstira, the agent for the Parker and Jarvis Company was found sitting among many flles in an office in the centre of the town ; Julian told him that they had some. boxes of geological specimens for disâ€" patch by the Ispahan airâ€"mail service toâ€" Enzili, the port on the Caspian Sea. Mr. Salstira agreed to take care of them. The ‘boxes were brought into. his office; Lynne sat by watching, while at Julian‘s request, another nail or two was hammered into the lids. They were labelled, and Julian himself, with a paint brush, wrote on each : J. Ormond, Worthwhile Prizes _ 10c PER CARD Don‘t forget Location . 1st door from Third on BINGO Parkerâ€"Jarvis and Company, . "If you knew I‘d object to stealing the cups it was hardly fair to lead me into helping you to do it." "from the fuss you are making now it‘s easy to see why I‘didn‘t stress the "Except that I learned what I wasn‘t supposed to learn," said Lynne. "Oh, come, Lynne, don‘t be so upset absut it. You knew that we were getâ€" ting those cups on the quiet. Iâ€"â€"" ‘"I didn‘t know! I had no idea! You didn‘t mean me to know, either!" protest against this final lie. As soon as they were alone, walking back to the chapanâ€"khana where the Julian said in a tone of forced hearti "Your sister has not been there yet?" said Monsieur Duhamel, who had been told that Julian was taking Lynne on a sightseeing tour of the country. "No,." said Julian. Lynne could have cried out in furious Tehran, but intended to go there Kelâ€"elâ€"abir. over they took leave. Monsieur Duâ€" hamel asked about their journey, and Now all his appealing looks, the reassuring glances he threw at her while they were at Monsieur Duhamel‘s could have no effect. Above all, she knew ‘one thingâ€"Julian had deceived her in this, and he had deceived her in everyâ€" thing. ~Phillip Guthrie had been in the right! It was all very well to find it cut now. The cups were stolenâ€"they were. on their way to Enzili; they were gone! Everything went on as though nothing Lynne‘s mind was in a turmoil; she felt rather than knew the implications of what Duhamel had told her, and there began to burn deep down in her a bitter anger against Julian. She did not want to ‘believe it.. But she had to believe it. Julian had deceived her, he bad let her down. She had to face it, though her whole soul cried out to have her faith in him preserved. â€" Into what follies, what mistakes, what felonies alâ€" most, had he not led her? In the moments that followed, desâ€" perate as they were to Lynne, she sipâ€" ped her pale golden tea calmly, while Duhamel talked of other things to Julian, and Julian made casual answers. She froze. His face was a greater revelation to her than Duhamel‘s words. He was watching her closely, anxiously, stealthily, to see ‘how she would take the information. Then what Duhamel had said true! Lynne sat very still. : Protests rose to her lips, but she controlled herself. She could not believe that Duhamel was right. It could not be trueâ€"â€"! She looked at Julian, and found him looking at her.. "Oh, rot! â€" It was an adventureâ€"â€""* "But, no! You see mademoiselle, all an-tiqu!ties, whatever their value, beâ€" ‘ong to the Persian Government by law. They are the property of the Shah. How much more so, then. if they are of golid, worth many thousands of francs! They may not be taken from the counâ€" try." ‘"Nothing?" said Lynne, involuntarily, forgetting her caution. He said a very strange thing. "As ~I say." resumed. "The archaeologists do not get anything for what they fird. Perhaps they get paid for lectures, articles in journals, books they write; but for the cups themâ€" selvesâ€"nothing!" But Duhamel himself tcok up the conversation where Julian had cut it short. "Well, we carried that off fairly well, Lynne was silent, thinking that Julian had interrupted in that abrupt manner because he thought that she was saying too much about the cups of Alexander. A SHOCK FOR LYNNE "The air service here must be a godâ€" send to you," he said, in a loud, imperâ€" ative tone.> ‘"Don‘t you find it so? The pilot this morning said that he thought the company would go bankrupt." "Oh? I do not know. I know noâ€" thing of that. It may ‘be so," said Duhamel. ‘"Yes, but the archaeologists would notâ€"â€"" began Duhamel, but Julian cut him short: "Well," said Lynne. "But if the cups are found they will be worth a great deal of money." Lynne could not help smiling, though such dissimulation seemed a little unâ€" necessary. He might, she thought, have Jjust kept quiet. "But still," said Monsieur Duhamel, "It is a great work, no doubt. So much toil, and so much sacrifice of time for no remun:gration, even if the archaeâ€" ologists are successful, is very noble to would be anything there now. That‘s what I‘ve always thought!" "How soon can I get to Enzili from here?" she asked him. "Is there anâ€" other airplane going up?" ‘"Not for a fortnight, mademoiselle. One of the machines crashed last week, and the service has been interrupted." "Then how can I get there? What will be my quickest route?" "You are going with your brother, mademoiselle. I hope there is nothing But at last she arrived back at t.he house of Monsieur Duhamel. Monsieur Duhame! was very surprisâ€" ed to see her so much out of breath, and with so pale and determined a face. But she gave him no time to ask quesâ€" loitering Kashanis stared at her curlâ€" ously; insulting voices called out after her. It was not usual for a European womantobeseenaloneonfootinthe streets of Kashan. ' She turned her back on him and hurried up the street by the same way that they had come. In a belt round her waist she had seventyâ€"odd pounds in English notes.. She was not helpless. Plans already formulated themselves in her head. She must return the cups to Praemnon. If it came to the worst, and she could not get to Enzili in time, she would inform the Deputy in Tehran that the cups were there. Her aim, though, was to return them to Praemnon. ’ "I‘m not going another step with you," said Lynne in a choked voice. "I‘ve gone too far already!" "You‘re mad! Come along down to the chapanâ€"Khana. We‘ve got to get started some time today." "Very well," she said. ‘"We company here then." Julian‘s face. was livid; but Lynne‘s eyes were not less bright and implacâ€" able than his own as she returned his ‘"You can‘t! The cups are goneâ€" they‘ll be. hundreds of miles away by toâ€"morrow. By God, if you try anyâ€" thing likeâ€" that, Lynne, T‘llâ€"â€"â€"!" "I mean it. It‘s the only thing to do. I‘m going to do it!" Sshe wrested her arm away from him. They stopped again. Lynne drew ‘back a pace or two. "What the devil? Not on your life, Lynne!" "Return them!" | "Return them to Guthrieâ€"to Praem- non." "Well," she said, after a pause, durâ€" ing which she gained some sort of comâ€" posure. "There‘s only cne thing to do now." "Forget about it." "Nc, we must get the cups back. Return them." "It‘s not the Persian Government I mind aboutâ€"at least, not very much!" It was the thought of Shaley and Guthrie, of their work, their disinterestâ€" ed motivesâ€"and perhaps more partiâ€" cularly the thcught of Guthrieâ€"which filled Lynne with such bitter shame. "You‘re making a mountain out Of..A. mclehill, Lynne. To the devil with the Persian Government!" "Would to heaven you hadn‘t! Oh, all the things I‘ve done! T‘ll be ashamâ€" ed of them to the end of my life!" DISSOLUTION OF PARTNERSHIP Across the street dim faces looked at them from the shadjow of a docrway; voic>»s murmured and somebody laughâ€" ed. Cconscious of prying eyes. of the curicsity they aroused, Julian took Lynne‘s arm and drew her along, saying in a gentler tone: me!" "Dcne? what have I done to you? I‘ve got you a few thousands pounds worth of solid goldâ€"â€"!" ‘Nothing amiss at all!"â€"said Lynne, "All my life," she said breathleely. "I believed in you. I thought you were wonderful. Now you‘ve done this to Julian stspped. They were in a narâ€" row alley, empty save for two veiled women, who slipped past them, their eyes, heavily laden with mascara, peepâ€" ing curiously above the edge of their thick linen veils. "I‘m fed up with this!" said Julian, in a bullying tone, and his face was ugly. "Shut up, and come along. Forâ€" get about it, I‘m sick of it, anyhow!" Lynne was very pale as she faced "I have been a fool," said Lynne. But I‘m not fool .now! To think that I believed you when you said that it was jealously that made Guthrie turn you out of the expedition!" "Adventure!" cried Lynne, bitterly. "That is hotw you worked on meâ€"by using fine names for things! â€" When I think of Professor Shaley, of Guthrie, and the others, working away in the interests of archaeologyâ€"just doing their jobsâ€"and then of you and me; cheating and scheming to get the cups for curselvesâ€"to sell them for money! It‘s loathsome!" "Oh, don‘t be such a fool!" said Juliâ€" an, sullenly. up the street. â€" The â€"~James Whitcomb Riley has written many and.â€"many a poem, every one of which has some delightful characterâ€" istic which appzsals to the heart of the reader. "Go Read Your Book!" howâ€" ever, seems to be the one ideally writâ€" ten for this column. It really is too bad, that there is not someone to tell everyone to do just that, and find, as the author did, that it was sound adâ€" vice. to Enzili there is a railwayâ€"" â€" "Where can I get a car?" was Lynne‘s next question. "Any old mrâ€"-costmg not more than sixty pounds." "There are not a great number of cars in Kashan, mademoiselie, though they are used on the roads more and more. But I think my friend, Mr. Saistira, could get ho‘d of one for us." "Then I must go to him," said Lynne,. jumping up; and she would have gone off to find Mr. Saistira then and there by herself, had not the young Frenchâ€" man followed ‘her to the door, saying with a smile: "You are in a great hurry, mademoiâ€" gelle! I appreciate that, and I will do all I can to help you! But you canâ€" not run round Kashan by yourseif buying motor cars. If you will permit me I will come with you!" «~"Thank â€"~you," ~said Lynre. "I‘m afraid I‘m very abrupt. I don‘t know what you must think of me. But I must get to Enzili. . . ." "Just so. Aand so I will come with you to Mr. Salstira. I do not know where your brother is, mademoiselle. You.seem rather to haveâ€"how do you say it?â€"‘shed him.‘ Indeed, he now seems to be not, so to say! But that is in an abrupt tone. which hardly conâ€" him. "But I must get to Engzili If Youf Like â€"â€"â€" Books® â€" "Then your quickest way will be from When you see a motorist driving in a manner dangerous to the public, take his number, make a careful note of the actual time and place, and when you reach your destination write to the Ontario Motorists Will Coâ€"operate H.) If you are a reckless driver travelling the Ontario highways, cutting in, passing on curves and hills, endangering the lives of others, you will find yourself in serious trouble. The appalling death toll must stopâ€"and you who are responsible for it will be put off the road! A thousand eyes are watching you ; so be forewarned ! If it hadn‘t been for a foolhardy, reckless, criminal driver this accident would have been avoided. As it is, one victim was taken direct to an undertaker‘s parlours and two to a hospital. The driver who caused it is hopelessly crippled for the rest of his life. YOU‘LL BE IN TROUBLE IF YOU DISREGARD THE LAWS Try The Advance Want Advertisements For, grave or gay the book, it takes Me as an equalâ€"calms, or makes Me, laughing, overlook My little selfâ€"forgetful all Of being so exceeding small. And so I read my book. Next even to my nearest kin,â€" My wifeeâ€"my children romping in From schcol to ride my kneeâ€" I love a book, and disposses My lap of it with loathfulness, For all their love of me. My sire, as now, with vainest gaze And hearlrg, still I look For ‘the old face"so grave yet dearâ€" Nay, still I see, and still I hear! And so I read my book. inked With schoolboy hatred, long extinct;â€" Old Histories that bored M# worst of all the school;â€"old, worn Arithmet‘cs, frayed, ripped, and tornâ€" Now Ye are all adored. through!â€" With yearning eyes I look On any volumeâ€"old, maybe, Or newâ€"‘tis meat and drink to me.â€" And so I read my book. And, lo! in gracious time, I grew To love a book all through and Old dog‘sâ€"eared Readers, scarred and And likewise I revere and praiss With idle words of any kind.â€" And so I read my book. Though seldom, in that wisest age, Did I discern on Wisdom‘s page More than the task: That led At least to thinking, and at last To reading less, and not so fast, And longing as I read. "Go Read Your Book!" (by James Whitcomb Riley) How many times that grim old phrase Has silenced me,. in childish days!â€" And nowâ€"as then it didâ€" The phantom admonition, clear The dominant, ringsâ€"and I hear, "Go read your book!" my good old sire Conmumanded, in affected ire, ~ When I, with querying look And speech, dared vex his studious do as I am bid. M uts MA n t uit ts ." S h ce ies i ie n e on "Mr. Speaker," he began, "I was exâ€" tremely interested in the last gentleâ€" man‘s remarks. He declares that Mr. Bennett‘s new bill will, quote, ‘open the eyes of the world!‘ If the legislation is that important, then it should be safe for us to assume that it will open the eyes of the Canadian psople in general, and in particular it should open the some proposed legislation. This chap was, at that time, a very small fish in the big parliamentary pondâ€"his name, Mitchell Hepburn. When the Conservative member had young fellow from the back benches on the opposite side caught the speaker‘s eye and rose to his feet. Our raconteur had business in Ottaâ€" wa a few years back and looked in on the House to see Canada‘s lawâ€"makers at their toil. Mr. Bennett was prime minister then, and one of his supportâ€" ers had the flcor and was outlining One of the readers of The Advance told aiter the meeting here last week that he had given Premier Hephburn the clipping of the story published in The Advance recontly in regard to the politicians (including Premier Hepâ€" burn) at the gate of Heaven. Here is ancther story about Premier Hepburn. This is no dream. It is from The St. Mary‘s Journalâ€"Argus:â€" Good Clean Fun. It was a lawyer who told us this story, so it must be true. But the point may escape all but those readers whose taste demands the higher things in literature. Another Story About the Present Ontario Premier To any point in the province or Special arcomâ€" farther in new _ |_ injured or sick WACO Plane. |_Specialt passengers Base and Hangar Located at South Porcupine. Call or Write for Rates From Chnrtéred . ~.~s ‘ONTARIO DEPARTMENT OF HIGHWAYS Motor Vehicles Branch The mattes is once again brought home in this echo from Noranda and from soldier‘s grave in Toronto. But it wasn‘t because the Colonel was an officer but because he was a man, that the sergeant made the sacriâ€" fice on which he wiseâ€"cracked in this That was what Canon Szott was tellâ€" ing us about here the other day, and that is why so many of us agree with him that the sacrifices of the Great War were not in vain, and should alâ€" ways be hallowed. When Sergt, Robert Urquhart lay wounded after he had thus saved Col. C. E. Bent, and was asked why he had exposed himself he said “Good colonels are scarce." (From Northern News) In the news columns toâ€"day we carâ€" ry word of the death of a man who suffered almost a living death for 21 years after saving his colonel from an exploding cmortar shell ‘by throwing himself in front of the officer. That officer, alive and well toâ€"day, recalls the event, and lives in Noranda "In fact., Mr. Speaker, it wili be no surprise to me if, in future, the Conâ€" servative leader becomes generally known as the Calgiry Eyeâ€"Opener!" eyes of the people of Caigaryâ€"whom the honorable Prime Minister renreâ€" Threw Himself Before Colonel When Shell Came