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«# The mother laughed. "I am not an object of pity," she said; "I am a subâ€" jeet for congratulation." "What !*"* criod the first woman. "Do you mean to tell me that you are willâ€" ing to give up your only child to anâ€" other woman*" "Willing and glad," replied the mother, "for 1 want my son to be happy." 5 "Children are ungrateful creatures," said the first woman, oitterly. "We spend our lives toiling and sacrificing for them, and as soon as they are big enough they leave us. 1 remember when your husband died, we wondered how you would get along. Well, you did, by working your fingers to the THE SECRET OF TRUE MOTHERâ€" LOVE. "My dear," said one woman to anâ€" other, "I heatr your son is going to be married. Your poor heart must be broken." "You went without everything yourâ€" self, but your boy was always fed and clothed, and by hook or crook you put him through school. Now he forsakes you for a pretty girl. 1 say his duty is to you. He has no right to marry as long as you live." "Nonsense," replied the mother. "I did my duty to my child, but am I a female Shylock to exact a pound of ficsh in payment for having taken heipless? "I know think that rifice of them. 1 have known talented women who have been balked in their ambitions by tyrannical and exacting mothers, and 1 have seen pretty girls grow into faded old maids nursing neurotie mothers who would not emâ€" ploy an attendant. "And I‘ve known more than ons whining old woman who kept a bachâ€" elor son dancing attendance upon her, whini elor s and 1 killed she n leave "I know there ars mothers who think that their children belong to them body and sou!, and that they have a perfect right to exact any sacâ€" and who told you how it would have sure against its shedding, and dvied killed her for her son to marry; how| according to the rule for the othcrs. she made him promise he would never| A coat of cleas varnish or shellac is leave her; how she broke off a Iovo!further guarante» against shedding aifasir that he had in his youth, and and detracts nothing from its attracâ€" how she knew ho was so much hapâ€"| tiveness. pier with her than he would have been| Do not neglect to gather an arm{al with a wife, because no wife would of pussy willows or catkins next have been as particular about cooking' spring. Dried before they become too him the things he wanted as she waa.‘ripe, they will keep several seasons, "Personally, I feel that I could do} if a new supply is not to be had. ns more wicked thing than keep myl â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" son from marrying. He is, to begin‘t "THERE IS NO WORSE TEA." with, a born family man, the sort of _ When Mary Antin was a little girl man who could never be happy living|in Russia she was sent by her mother In clubs, playing cards, and listening to men‘s gossip for a lifetime. He must have his own home, his own wife and children, and 1 would be worse than a fiend if I kept him from the aweotness of a wifo‘s love and comâ€" panionship, and the joy of feeling his baby‘s arms about his neck. "My son loves me. We are unusualâ€" ly companionable. I am an old and experienced housekeeper. Doubtless I make him far more comfortable than his young wife will, But I am not foolish cvough to think that my home is really home for him, or that a mother‘s love takes the place of a wife‘s love. "And so, while he is young and capâ€" able of loving and inspiring love, I deâ€" sire to see him marry. Nothing brings out all that is best and strongest in a man as doos having a wife and chilâ€" »ON & Meal Rfter Ask Your Grocer If you enjoy green tea you will be satis. fired with no other blend. â€"Try it today, 1 him while he was young and Woman‘s Sphere 1sSVE No. A universal custom that benefits overyâ€" body. Aids digestion, cleanses the tecth, soolhes the throat. for a trial pacKkage of _ Even though Mrs. Farmer neglected to plant her everlastings, or straw | flowers, last spring, she need not have \to go without her winter bouquet if )sho is willing to go to a little trouble. Whereas the city sister must go out | and buy hers, the country woman may find material to make as attractive ones in the woods and hedgerows. dren dependent on him. Nothing spurs on a man‘s ambition so much as desirâ€" ing to get the best for those he loves. I want my son to marry because I love my sex, and I want to present to some girl the best gift on earthâ€"a good husband." One of the prettieat 1 ever saw was! made of the common milkweed. After, the pod has shed its seed, or is about: to do so, the plant should be cut, takâ€"| ing most of the stalk, which afterward| may be discarded if found too long.| The plants should then be hung, heads downward, in a cool dark place to dry.‘ When "the last rose of summer is faded and gone" bring them out to the light, and with water colors paint the inside of the open pod. A delicate roseâ€"pink blends beautifully with the: soft gray of the pod, but other colors: may be used to carry out any particuâ€"] lar color scheme. . Combined with evergreen or, if that is not to be had.: with artificial green, they make a, bouquet fit to grace any part of the home. | In many localities a plant known as‘ everlasting grows wild. This may be: dried in the same manner as milkâ€" weed and, when the time comes to make the bouquet, may be dipped in a; solution of good dye to make it any‘ desired shade. Dry again and combine} with green. The blossoms are small,| borne in clusters, and if dyed blue reâ€" semble the fringed gentian or wild aster of summer time. | It was, she writes, a goodâ€"sized exâ€" pedition for me to make alone, and I was not a little pleased with myself when I delivered my package of tea safe and intact into the hands of my customer,. fool and had lost for my mother customer. The catâ€"tail, which grows profusely in marshy places, is another good one. It must be cut before fully ripe to inâ€" sure against its shedding, and dsied according to the rule for the othcrs. A coat of cleas varnish or shellac is further guaran‘t«> against shedding and detracts nothing from its attracâ€" tiveness. Do not neglect to gather an arm{al of pussy willows or catkins next spring. Dried before they become too ripe, they will keep several seasons, if a new supply is not to be had. who kept a shop to deliver a package, w* a powor o‘ faith in gert toâ€"morâ€" of tea to a customer. It was her first} rows. important errandâ€"so we learn from her autobijography, which the Atlantic| young blood redâ€"hot an‘ the love of & Monthly printeâ€"and, like most chilâ€"| idld, dren in such cireumstances, she was One glorious day as‘ll never fade; filled with a sense of her dignity and gSome shadows, some sunshine, some importance. As it proved she was triumphs, some tears, more dignified than diplomatic. ! An‘ a gatherin‘ weight 0‘ the flyin‘ But the customer was not pleased at all. She sniffed and sniffed; she pinched the tea; she shook it all out on a table. "Na, take it back," she said in diegust; "this is not the tea 1 always buy. It‘s a poorer quality." I knew that the woman was misâ€" taken. So I spoke up manfully. "Oh, no," I said ; " this is the tea my mother always sends you. Ther® is no worse tea." of you have made a similar one. Last] Thursday was my little son, Jerry's,’ seventh birthday. To hold the family| custom, he must have a birthday cake: with candles. When I came to make, the cake I found I had the candles but| Nothing in my life ever hurt me more than the woman‘s answoer to my argument. She laughed; she simply laughed. But even before she had conâ€" trolled herself sufficiently to talk I understood that I had spoken like a candle holders WINTER BOUQUETS iJ | Unnumbered years of pain; | Such was the throb and the mutual sob |\ _ Of the knight embracing Jane." | _ This is almost as bad as James ‘Thompson‘s historic line: "O Sophonâ€" | isba! Sophonisba, O!" or Browning‘s dreadful lins: "Irks care the cropful . bird." 4030. Percale with facings of linen is here depicted. Black sateen with cretonne would be attractive, as wou‘ld also crepe with trimming of a conâ€" trasting color or with rick rack for a finish. The Pattern is cut in 4 Sizes: Small, 34â€"36; Medium, 38â€"40; Large, 42â€"44; Extra Large, 48â€"48 inches bust measâ€" ure. A Medium size requires 4% yards of 36â€"inch material. Pattern mailed to any address on ;‘:e(}r receipt of 15c in silver or stamps, by imag the Wilson Publishing Co., 78 West poat Adelaide St., Toronto. Allow two The weeks for receipt of patterns. | tum It is said that even Homer descendâ€" ed occasionally to plain prose in the middle of great poetry, and there is not a poet who has not followed his example. Tennyson came a cropper when he began a poem with the imâ€" mortal line:â€" "I stood on a tower in the wet." Wordsworth, although one of the greatest of English poets, wrote a lot of prosy stuff,. Hoe was responsible for many lines like the following: Don‘t say the mean thing you have been planning to say t> somedne you think has been mean to you. Instead, give him the love thought, the magâ€" nanimous thought. Say to yourself, "He is my brother. No matter what he bas dotve, I can‘t be mean to him. I must show my friendliness, my magâ€" panimity to this brother." This is Love‘s way. . When the price of good tea is high, many poor cheap teas are offered to the public. Those who buy them learn to their sorrow that price does not indicate their cos:. To the pound more satisfying ard flavory cups can be brewed from _ a fine tea like "SALADA," hence its real economy in use. "The taller followed with his hat in hand." Then old man‘s talk o‘ the days be hind ‘s; Your darter‘s youngest darter to mind ‘e; A li‘l dreamin‘, a li‘l dyin‘; A li‘l low corner o‘ earth to lie in. â€"Eden Phillpotts. Don‘t mail that sarcastle, bitter letâ€" ter which you wrote in an angry mood, and which gave you a feeling of spiteâ€" ful satisfaction because you thought you had done a smart thing and were going to "get equare" with someane who had insulted youâ€"burn it. There is a better way, love‘s way. Try it. The island of Madagascar has a beit of forest 20 miles deep which comâ€" pletely encircles it, But probably the prize for a bad line would have been awarded to Sir Walâ€" ter Scott, who wrote: "When a rough voice cried, ‘Shoot not, hoy! Ho, shoot not, Edward, ‘tis a boy!" Thomas Campbell, who wrote such fine things as "Ye Mariners of Engâ€" land" and "The Battle of the Baltic," perpetrated an awful line on one ocâ€" casion, Here is the full verse. The first two lines will pass: "One moment may with bliss repay A sudden walkin‘, a suddeon wepin‘, A 1‘l suckin‘, a 1t‘ sleepin‘; A cheel‘s full joys an a cheol‘s short sorrows, W‘ a powor 0‘ faith in gert toâ€" mor rows. Minard‘s Liniment fo. Dandruf. A NEAT AND SERVICEABLE / APRON. s When Love Says "Don‘t." Poets at Their Worst. gatherin‘ weight o‘ the flyin‘ years. Man‘s Days. Huge Forest. _ He had what you call the strategsic advantage, for he was at the door, whi?e 1 was at the other end of the table and Poter at the side of it at least two yards from him. The road was clear before him, and neither of us was armed. I made a despairing step forward, not nowing what I meant to do, for I saw no light. But Peter was before me. He had never let go of the tray, and now, as a boy skims a stone on a pord, he skimmed it with its contents at Rosta‘s head. | The man was opening the door with ;one hand while he kept me covered with the other, and he got the conâ€" trivance fairlyâ€"in the face. A pistol shot cracked out, and the bullet went through the tray, but the noise was drowned in the crash of glasses and crockery. The next second Peter had wrenched the pistol from Rasta‘s hand and had gripped his throat. | "I come from the Minister of War,‘ . A " sir," ho said, "and bring your passâ€" silver s ports for toâ€"morrow. You will travel profl'en {by . . . ." And then his voice tailed !" lPe“c away and his black eyes narrowed to wo slits. He had seon something which Change switched him off the metals. behind At that moment I saw it too. Tho#®@ tilla fl’ was a mirror on the wall behind him, vanls; ; and as I faced him I could not help lv_vaseg seeing my reflection. It was the exact l‘m image of the engincer on the Danube es,f.h':‘: (Copyrighted Thomas Nelson and Sons, Ltd.) CHAPTER XV. ‘own belt and two straps from a trunk AN EMBARRASSED TOILET. iin my bedroom. I was soaked to the bone, and while| "This man is too dangerous to let Peter set off to look for dinner, I went go," he said, as if his procedure were to my room to change. 1 had a rub the most ordinary thing in the world. down and then got into pyjamas for "He will be quiet now till we have some dumbâ€"bell exercise with two time to make a plan." chairs, for that long wet ride had stifâ€"| _ At that moment there came a knockâ€" fened my arm and shoulder muscles. ing at the door. That is the sort of They were a vulgar suit of primitive {thing that happens in melodrama, just blue, which Blenkiron had looted from |when the vilrnin has finished off his my London wardrobe. As Cornelis job neatly. The correct thing to do is Brandt I had sported a flannel nightâ€" |to pale to the teeth, and with a rolling, gown. !cpns‘cier_lce-strimcken_ eye glare nroun'd My bedroom opened off the sittingâ€" room, and while I was busy with my gymnastics I heard the door open. I thought at first it was Blenkiron, but the briskness of the tread was unlike his measured gait. I had left the li%ht burning there, and the visitor, whoâ€" ever he was, had made himself at home. I slipped on a green dressingâ€" fown Blenkiron had lent me, and salâ€" ied forth in investigate. A dandified young Turk, brought up in Paris and finished in Berlin, may be as brave as a lion, but he cannot stand in a roughâ€"andâ€"tumble against a backâ€" veld hunter, though more than double his age. There was no need for me to help. Peter had his own way, learned in a wild school, of knocking the sense out of a foos. He gagged him scienâ€" tifically, and trussed him up with his My friend Rasta was standing by the table, on which he had laid an envelope. He looked round at my enâ€" trance and saluted. I am bound to say for Rasta that he was a man of quick action. In a trice he had whipped round to the other side of the table between me and the door, where he stood regarding me wickedly. _ & P i "Sit down, sir," I said, "and have a drink. * It‘s a filthy night to move about in." "Thank you, no, Herr Brandt," he said. "You may burn these passâ€" ports, for they will not be used." ____. boatâ€"blus jeans, loden cloak, and all. The accursed mischance of my cosâ€" tume had given him the clue to an identity which was otherwise buried deep in the Bosporus. By this time I was at the table and stretched out a hand for the envelope. My one hope was nonchalance. _ "Whatever‘s the matter with you?" I cried. "You‘ve mistaken the house, my lad. I‘m called Hanauâ€"Richard Hanauâ€"and my ‘)artner's Mr. John S. Blenkiron. He‘ll be here presently. Never knew any one of the name of Brandt, barring a tobacconist in Denâ€" ver City." s i+ "You have never been to Rustâ€" chuk?" he said with a sneer. "Not that I know of. But, pardon me, sir, if I ask your name and your business here. I‘m darned if I‘m acâ€" customed to be called by Dutch names or have my word doubted. In my counâ€" try we consider that impolite as beâ€" tween gentlemen." s The man was calming down, and in another minute his suspicions would have gone. But at that moment, by the crookedest kind or luck, Peter enâ€" tered with a tray of dishes. He did not notice Rasta, and walked straight to the table and plum{:ed down his burden on it. The Turk had stepped aside at his entrance, and I saw by the look in his eyes that his suspiâ€" cions had become a certainty. For Peter, stripped to the shirt and breeches, was the identical shabby li+â€" tle companion of the Rustchuk meetâ€" ing. I had never doubted Rasta‘s pluck. He jumped for the door and had a Kistol out in a trice pointing at my ead. "Bonne fortune," he cried: "Both the birds at one shot." His hand was on the iatch, and his mouth was open to cry. I guessed there was an or«rer- ly waiting on the stairs. _ I could see that my bluff was having "I must tell you that there‘s anâ€" its effect. His stare began to waver, other guest here toâ€"night. I reckon and when he next spoke it was in a he‘s feeling pretty uncomfortable. At more civil tone. present he‘s trussed up on a shelf in "I will ask pardon if I‘m mistaken, that cupboard." sir, but you‘re the image of a man who _ She did not trouble to look round. a week ago at Rustchuk, a man much _ "Is he dead?" she asked calmly. wanted bi the Imperial Government.". "By no means," I said, "but he‘s "A week ago I was tossing in a dirty fixed so he can‘t speak, and I guess he little hooker coming from Constanza. can‘t hear much.‘ Unless Rustchuk‘s in the middle of the _ "He was the man who brought you Black Sea I‘ve never visited the townâ€" this?" she asked, pointing to the enâ€" ship. I guess you‘re barking up the velope on the table which bore the wrong tree. Come to think of it, I big blue stamp of the Ministry of was exfpecting passports. Say, did you War. come from Enver Damad?" ’ "The same," I said. "I‘m not perâ€" "I have that honor," he said. |fectly sure of his name, but I think "Well, Enver is a very good friend they call him Rasta." _ of mine. He‘s the brightest citizen| _ Not a flicker of a smile crossed her I‘ve struck this side of the Atlantic." face, but I had a feeling that the I could see that my bluff was having its effect. His stare began to waver, and when he next spoke it was in a more clvil tone. GREENMANTLE w96 BY JOHN BUCHAN. | <hditcaditlh ts cay Cld iss Auidet c en c » War,° . A magnificent kavass in blue and y:,‘?f pa:s- silver stood outside. He saluted and will travel proffered a card on which was written oice tailed in pencil, "Hilda von Einem." irrowed to _ I would have begged for time to ing which change my clothes, but the lady was j berind (}ixim. Xi saw btlhe fblack lr)mm- tilla and the rich sable furs. Peter }:fl?m;n}:fr‘: vanished through my bedroom, and I d not hel]; was left to receive my guest in a room s the exact litered with broken glass and a senseâ€" ro m.."SQ" less man in the cupboard. hiz I Now there was one of those big ‘oak German cupboards against the ‘wall which must have been brought in in sections, for complete it would never have got through the door. It was ?l.y now, but for Blenkiron‘s hatâ€"bo#‘ In it he deposited the unâ€" conscious Rasta, and turned the key. "There‘s enough ventilation through the top," he observed, "to keeg the air good." Then he qpened fl'ie oor.. . . "This man is too dangerous to let go," he said, as if his procedure were the most ordinary thing in the world. "He will be quiet now till we have time to make a plan." | "Perhaps you are right," she .said iwith serious eyes. "In these days no enemy is dangerous to a bold man. I have come toâ€"night, Mr. Hanau, to talk business with you, as they say in \your country. I have heard well of ‘you, and toâ€"day I have seen you. I may have need of you, and you assurâ€" edly will have need of me. . . . ." At that moment there came a knockâ€" ing at the door. That is the sort of thing that happens in melodrama, just when the vilrain has finished off his job neatly. The correct thing to do is to pale to the teeth, and with a rolling, conscienceâ€"stricken eye glare round the horizon. But that was not Peter‘s way. "We‘d better tidy up if we‘re to have visitors," he said calmly. 4 She broke off, and again her strangol potent eyes fell on my face. They were like a burning searchlight which' showed up every cranny and crack of | the soul. I felt it was going to be| horribly difficult to actâ€"a part under, that compeiling gaze. She could not‘ mesmerize me, but she could strip me| of my fancy dress and set me naked| in the masonerade. M There are some situations so crazily extravagant that they key up the spirit to meet them. I was almost laughing when that stately lady stepâ€" ped over my threshold. | 6 us P tuw h dadcedliiiencs Ad sat + 170 t ) "Madam," I said, with a bow that shamed my old ércssing-gown and strident pyjamas. "You find me at a disadvantage. I came home eoakin, from my ride, and was in the act 0 changing. My servant has just upâ€" set a tray of crockery, and I fear this room‘s no fit place for a lady. Allow me three minutes to make myself preâ€" sentable." & ; & She inclined her head gravely and; took a seat by the fire. I went into my bedroom, and as I expected found Poter lurking by the other door. In a| hectic sentence I bade him get Rasta‘s | ordcrly out ofâ€"the place on any preâ€"| text, and tell him Y\is master would return later. Then I hurried into deâ€"| cent garments and came out to find| my visitor in a brown study. o ] At the sound of my entrance she started from her dream and stood up on the hearthrug, slipping the long robe of fur from her slim body. _ _ "We are alone?" she said. "We will not be disturbed?" Then an inspiration came to me. I remembered that Frau von Einem, acâ€" cording to Blenkiron, did not see eye to eye with the Young Turks; and I had a queer instinct tgat Rasta could not }t:e tosher liking. So I spoke the truth. "I don‘t value him at two cents," said I, though I thought grimly that as far as I could see the value of him was likely to be about the price of my Not a flicker of a smile crossed her face, but I had a feeling that the news pleased her. "Did he thwart you?" she asked. "Why, yes. He thwarted me some. His head is a bit swelled, and an hour or two on the shelf will do him good." "He is a powerful man," she said, "a jackal of Enver‘s. 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( ‘__4*wi \ 4 | Jt is surprising but a fact tha C_@ {J }B\ | still cherishes the hope that he: } ¢ | exâ€"Czar Nicholas, is alive. This A4%\ A>~ 1 t | is Marie‘s chief consolation, To ayd I.‘X 4~ + “ | intimates she often confides her ]‘a u . ” A‘\j‘ | that Czar Nicholas and his famils ”‘_ “, P\ AA | still alive and in concealment : y PR Ku £> J |where and that the rumor ct | 4T | tragic murder has been sprea F | some secret purpose and serv« J | shield their conceaiment. (Qur f / \ x l Witnessed Czar‘s Arrest. ’ !»"'L m s 1",’ ’ Although this idea receives i se t me credence in England, belief tha ,,II:,‘; YI:; mb:n;c:an%b(;o:? \Czar and Czarina and their ch slong without Aetling," ty to g84 still survive is sald to be epro: & out fighting. ‘ among the Russian peasantry. 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I royal personages in these days, w ‘monarchies are crumbling . all FEurope, have had a more tran existence than Queen Alexadra would be hard to imagine so more poignant than those th» which the aged Marle has passed | _ Empress Marie was an eyewil ‘to the last scene at Mohileff, when Czar was arrested. Through the cl< ‘windows of her railway carriage | watched the departure of her {a son,. She never saw him aftorw Then followed the period of he: | sonal persocution. Robbed of | jewels and personal belongings, iwu driven by the Boishevists ou [nmt one refuge in Ru«sia and the! | other. She finally sought prote« under the British flag in Mal DRIVEN FRCM RUSSIA, Is Queen Alexandra‘s Sister Still Cherishes Hope That Exâ€" Czar and Family Are In the last half dozen years she has seen her son, Czar Nicholas, lose his throne. Next came the murder of th Czar and Czarina and their five child ren, and now hber aged eyos see the proud Russian Empire broken, d!i tracted and ruined. Those of her |; ; and immediate friends who did not meet cruel deaths are scattered to tho four corners of the earth, and most of them, like the aged exâ€"Empress, avre sunk in poverty. Copenhagen and London. The consort of the late Emporor Alexander divides her time betw Copenhagen, where she was born, n | London. _ Here England‘s venerabls Queen Mothor shares her state, home, Marliborough House, with hor unfortunate sister, whenever it )« Marie‘s wish to accept its shelter. © has now been with Alexandra for sos eral months, although reports that s\ would adopt permanent residence hoere aro denied. England, ever an asylum for exlled royalty, has seldom sheltered a more tragic figure than tha aged exâ€"Empress Marie Feoljorovna of Russia, srys a Russian despatch. Once Empress of a land that om braced oneâ€"seventh of the earth‘s u: face, she in now virtually destlius and dependent in large measure upoo the bounty of her sister, the Dowago: Queen Alexandra of England. EXâ€"EMPRESS MAKEE 1S TRAGIC FCURZ A frail, delicate women, now sear Ing the fourscore mark, she has passed through agonies during the last few years that might well have broken tho body and mind of even a younger wo man. Recent explorations in the very centre of Australia have rosulted in the discovery of a hitherto unknow fresh water lake. During the rain> season it has a cilreum{feron of 20 miles. The surface was described as "a moving mass of ducks." At Al Springs, in the MacDoneli range, where settiemen‘ts have already boea made many miles beyond the terminus of the railway, the climate in July and early August is described as idoal. There are frosts at night anad someâ€" times ice in the morning. Frouits and vegetables are excellent and surpris ingly prolific. "The white children of the pioneers in this remote district look like English children and the adults are pictures of health"â€"at least in the eyes of Australia‘s enthusiastio explorers. Cucumbers eonugx approrimately ninety per cent. of Watez. The English lapguag; «»ntairs beâ€" tween 400,000 and 500,000 words. A Now Loake. Peonrteces # orations in th tralia have rasu of a hitherto w tke. During th a clreumferonce inflas m Sane i l are s a DYING FROM XR TO SAVE OTHER AWARDED A CAR! MEDAL FOR LIFE W French Priest Swallows Shot and Photogray Effects in Body. ta The unes on OCKé