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New dignity sat on the girl‘s slim shoulders as she faced the police inâ€" spector and her voice was calm and determined. "Let the matter drop." Well, she who was most directly concerned was m _ satisfied to let the matte® drop, and never would be, while the mystery of Eddie‘s "accidort" remained to plague her mind with harrowing suâ€" picions. The injustice of it went tarough her like slow poison distilling black hatred for all these stupid people who «id not care what cloud begrimed her brother‘s name, or her own, so long as things were "hushed up" and forâ€" gotten. Now she understood ‘*hat the search for Eddie‘s murderer had been fruitless because there had been no # arch, except of the most cursory sort. Mary shook her head. She was no much older herself than the "baby Iriother" she was finding excuses for, but she had grown up swiftly ‘n these recent weeks. She had lost faith in 1any things that had once been part and parcel of her childhood‘s creed. "You‘re ‘hypyed‘ on the idea that somebody was after that brotker of yours. And George Bowen is a reâ€" porter for a sensational newspaper. MHe‘d see anything that would give him a big story." "Eyeâ€"witness testimony isn‘t worth a damn," said Inspector Kane with finality. _ "People don‘t know what they see. If one says it, th»y al! say it. They want to get in on the exâ€" ciiement, that‘s all." "But Mr. Bowen and I both saw We‘re not just=â€"people." Kane laid a pencil down with a de «cisive rap. "Electric chair"" The gray eyes blazed scorn at him. "You don‘t mean that. And Eddie wasn‘t killed aeccidentally. You know better than that, too. Yo: cain get eyeâ€"witnosses‘ *estimony of a dozen peopleâ€"" "But what do you want the matter stirred up for?" Kane was getting wrought up. "You ought to be glad it‘s finished. Your brother‘s better off where he is tha» if he‘d lived, to take the rap. You‘d rather see him killsd accidentally than live to go to the electric chair, wouldn‘t you? Beâ€" lieve me, he‘s lu ky." "You can sit there and say that!‘ Am.zement and desperation made her bold. "Even if that were trus, as you say," she got out presently, "there still remains the questionâ€"who killed Eddie ?" Kane lifted exasperated eyebrows. "But you saw the car that killed him*‘ he said, as if dealing with an rnreasonable child. "Just anotier of these hitâ€"undâ€"run drivers. It‘s murâ€" der, of course. But rine out of ten of them aren‘t caug‘t. It‘s too bad. But if you look at t another way, i#‘s merey." Before the disclosure that not only Inspector Kane, but old Mr. Jupiter himself and even Dirk, belioved her brother had robbed and murdered Mrs. Jupiter, Mary sat stunned. Rich old Mrs. Jupiter is robbed and murdered during the engagement party ®a . gives for her secretary, Mary Harkâ€" ness, who had arranged to secretly meet her scapegrace brother Eddie. Mary‘s fance, Dirk Ruyther, advises her to keep qutet about Eddie until he san locate him. Dirk telephones that he has had a «all from Eddie. Dirk oversieeps and Boven. ‘The Star reporter, drives Mary to th» rendezvous. Eddie is killed by a var. imumbli & about a fiy before he Oles. Weeks pass and Inspector Kane drops the case, believing Eddie is the nmuuee ce vew Without obligation please furnish me with full details of Tyrrell Twp. McNeely Syndicate: % HESE MEN have done initial T work with their own money. Toâ€"day. with the element of clsk reduced, they invite support. A limited number of the original units are still available at $100 erx«h. These units are exchangeâ€" able for 1,000 shares of fully pald, nonâ€"assessable Capital Stock. REMEMBER the story of Lake Shore. Clip the coupon below now for lescriptive cireular and map. 171 Yonge St., Toronto, Canada â€" Mmmom...”.’"“«' U TS T ANDING among thesa O areas is Tyrrell Matachewan, and ‘he outstanding preâ€" ferred _ _property is that _ of Tyrrell Township McNeely syndiâ€" sate. In ‘he hands of pioneer minâ€" Ing men of repute, work has gone thead steadily until th. property ’01'9 shown all indications of a nine. RE M ENDOUS. development T now going on throughout Northern Ontario presage a gold boom of magnitude. New Camps are opening up ~apidly. New mines are in the making. Forâ€" tunes await those who get into the leaders !n these new areas sarly. Tyrrell Township McNeely ISSUE No. 32â€"‘32 GOLD Syndicate Oomaommmflm CHAPTER XI. Gems of Peril sYNoPSIq By HAZEL ROSS HALILEY. "You did look kinda dithery. Don‘t know what dithery is? Well no matâ€" ter. Bigger things on foot." Turning serious abruptly, he lowered his voice discreetly. "Listen. Remember when your brother was hurt, his talking about a fly?" $ Mary nodded. "Well, it kinda stuck in my mind. Thinks I, I‘ll hie myself out to the raceâ€"track some sunny afternoon and nose around. You know what? There‘s a raceâ€"track gambler hanging around Jamaica that . everybody calls ‘The He waggled his eyebrows archly and settled his tie with a flouris?. "Ah, Bowen, the womanâ€"killer!" Mary sadi, "You‘re funny. What‘re you doing it forâ€"to cheer me up?" "Dicks," Bowen explained. "They are getting out." Mary kept her eyes on her plate to avoid their bold, adâ€" miring glances. "Hmm!" said Bowen, "guess my rating with those birds is up 100 per cent! They‘d give their gold teeth to know who you are." When they had ordered and sent him away, Bowen apologized. "This i an awful dump, but it‘s a good pluce to talk. Take your things off?" He took their wet coats and hung them to dry over the backs of two vacant chairs.. Then he looked about cautiously. The place was empty exâ€" cept for two men who rose to depart, toothpicks in mouth. "Well, well! Little children of the storm," observed a familiar voice. It was Bowen. "Say I‘ve been looking everywhere for you. Got one or two little matters I‘d like to talk over with you. You wouldn‘t have lunch with me, would you?" The rain was coming down in sheets. Several sprightly leaps.landed them breathless and laughing in the dingy entry of a small oneâ€"time saloon, from which the smell of hot food poured: like steam. It was dark inside and the only waiter, a repellent-lookingl creature in greasy black, stared at his pretty visitor as if a woman‘s pres-' ence in the place were rare indeed. "Thank you for all you have done, Inspector," she told him with a chilly little smile, and went out quickly. As Mary went down the stairs to the street floor her spirits dropped rapidly. "He wants to do the best he can by you. He knows those inâ€"lawsâ€"toâ€"be of ; ours, the Ruytsers, and what stiffâ€" necks they are. He knows too much scandal right now could blow your remance higher than a kite. Now, why don‘t you let it pass. Your broâ€" tuer got a bad break, going and comâ€" ing, but don‘t let that spoil your life." , The storm of resentment that had racked Mary diring Kane‘s revelaâ€" t ons had left her more calmly purâ€" poseful than she had even been in her life, With icy hands she took out her powder compact, and carefully dusted her nose set her hat at the correct angle snapped her purse shut put on her gloves and stood up. 1 Kane nodded his head sagely. "Well, for an outsider, you‘re sitting in the lap of luck, if you only knew it. Those two old people set great store by you, and I understand one of the last acts of that old lady‘s life was to ask her lawyer to draw up adoption papers for you. That son of theirs turned out wild, and you‘re all they had. V‘hat the old man will do now his wife‘s gone, is a question. But the way I get it, he don‘t believe you had a thing to do with itâ€"thinks it was all your brother‘s doing. ‘ "Haven‘t 12 Then I‘ll find someâ€" thing. <I‘m going to prove that Eddic had no part in that crime if it‘s the l st thingevcr do." Her small fist beat the le by way of emphasis. Kane pursed his lips. "As you please Miss Harkness," he said, "but I think you‘re making a big mistake. You‘re a very lucky grl." Mary moved impatiently, but he fixed her with an earnest eye and ecntinued. "You‘re noâ€"relation to the Jupiters, are you*" he asked abruptly. prise Kane smiled tolerantly. "I wouldn‘t say that, Miss Harkness. That‘s only "The same as you do. That Eddie did itâ€"and 1 don‘t believe for a minuteâ€"he was made to do ‘y the man ke owed money to." a theory. You‘ve notring to back "p." fellow?" Kane asked suspiciously "I do know that Eddie was killed, deliberately. Mightn‘t it have been the other fellow, the one he owed money to? Why hasn‘t anyone found him? He‘s the one who‘s really io blame!" "No, you‘re wrong. You can‘t disâ€" wiss us as lightly as that I may be an imaginative woman, and a relative, but Mr. Bowen is neither. And he seems to be the only person besides myself who cares what happened to FEddie. Even Dirk, my fiance," she stumbled on che loved name, "has change« lately. He doesn‘t want to talk about the case. I don‘t know why, unlessâ€"" But she decided to keep her perso.al affairs to herself. She drew up sharply. What do you know about the cth no," Mary replied in surâ€" i it I Manure is the greatest source of _danger from the eggs and young paraâ€" sitic worms. It is also the breeding area for the numerous fly pests so inâ€" jurious to domestic animals. The !practk-e of permitting manure to acâ€" !cumulate about stables and yards for _one day longer than need be should be avoided, as it increases the probaâ€" bility of animais becoming infested with the common animal pests, It is hard to get away from the old practice of carelessly throwing manure out in« to the yard and leaving it there torl months. How much more sanitary it would be for the animals if all fecall matter were removed and placed in & protected pile or pit. Such practice would reduce the parasite and d!sease: loss, that is generally present, In a recent survey covering some 32 tarms' the examination of the fecal matter' from sheep showed every flock to be infested with a number of parasites,‘ The parasite eggs were found in the . manure in every case, Keep the aniâ€" mals away from their own body disâ€"‘ charges if possible to do so. Such practice pays a good return in better‘ health. hss . "Well, more than one reason." They drew back while the murderousâ€"lookâ€" ing waiter served their foodâ€"huge plates heaped with steaming spaghetti and meat balls. Bowen jerked a thumb after the waiter‘s retreating back _ "Two years out of Sing Sing â€"him. He‘s got to stay where the police can keep an eye on nim or go back to stir. Good guy. He wouldn‘t cut your throat for less than a dime." As Mary surveyed her plate disâ€" trustfully, he added, ‘Go ahead. Eat your lunch. Poison‘s not his line. But as I was saying, if we find the guy that kiled your brother, I want the storyâ€"I don‘t want the other papers to get it. And another reason is, if the Fly is the man I think he is, it‘!l take more than Pretty Jim Kane to bring him in." "Listen," he told her sternly. "Ail I ask isâ€"don‘t say a word about this te Kane." Bowen observed her bitterness, and guessed its cause. "But we will! Oh, I knew all alon« there was something back of this." Her face clouded again at the recolâ€" lection of her recent interview with Kane. _ "Maybe he‘ll do something about it now!" Curiosity prompted her to ask his reason. "Hold it, hold it!" chided the other. "I‘ve got a weak heart. Besides, we haven‘t got to first base yet in the matter of evid>nce." "Oh, if it should beâ€"" She graspâ€" ed both his hands with her own and gave them a glad squeeze. "If you he‘p me to clear up all thisâ€"trouble, I‘llâ€"I‘llâ€"I don‘t know what I‘ll do!" Mary ealculated rapidly. ‘It was â€"two weeks ago tomorrow nightâ€"" Bowen nodded. "Correct." Excitement kindled flames in the girl‘s cheeks and brought stars to her eyes. "Do you suppose it could oeâ€"" He threw out his hands and shrugâ€" ged. "I haven‘t found anybody yet that‘s seen him with your brother. But they all know Eddie down there. Sconer or later T‘ll find out what the tieâ€"up was,. Anyhow, it‘s a tip." "Did you see him?" "No, and that‘s a funny thing. Noâ€" body‘s seen him for a couple of wesks." Something _ in _ brown _ crepe chavez for milday? It has a green velvet girdle ang the ornament is of green and gold, Parasites and Manure (To be continued.) All of us â€"might~enjoy our leisure far more if< we bad been better a mile off, to breathe naturally than to hold one‘s breath for ten minutes under water. _ Strength of course i8 aimed at, but a strength tha; shows itself in economy rather than exâ€" pense, in balance than in strain, in \ »rsatility than in violenceâ€"a differâ€" ent thing from the strength needed for a boat race or a prize fight. In every human being there is a latâ€" ent passion for excellence, and the primary object of education should be to awaken and foster this passion, and let. it loose to do its work in every department of labor and of leisure.. _ Forms of physical culture are alâ€" ready in practice which train the whole body as an instrument of selfâ€" expression and . selfâ€"control, teachâ€" ing it the barmony and dignity of normal movement, both singly and in concerted _ operations of great beauty, and making all this fundaâ€" mental to higher activities, a growâ€" ing point for many arts. At all points control is ranked above ef-‘ fort, and the normal performancéq above the exceptional feat, to walk with the minimum fatigue being he]dl more important than to run with the maximum speed, to speak the moth-| er tongue with easy articulation than‘ to utter a shout that can be heard! At a meeting called to protect our beautiful countryside from the inâ€" vasion of ugliness now threatening itâ€"factories, jerryâ€"building, hideous advertisments and suchâ€"likeâ€"I heard a speaker make a profound remark. "You will never keep your beautiâ€" ful England," be said, "until you get a beautiful people to live in it." By "a beautiful people" he meant simâ€" ply a people whose bodies had been liberally educated to correspong with a liberal education of the mind, and to support it ag every point the eye: trained to see beauty and to value it, the ear trained to hear harmony“ and to resent discord, the handl trained to fine craftsmanship, the whole man, mind and body toge(her.! to creative activity. | It is vanity to attempt to graf; anl Al culture of the mind on a C3 culâ€" ture of the body, or, as a torelgnl critic once expressed it, "to train the minds of the young men in your lecâ€" tureâ€"rooms as though â€"you meant' them to become clergymen and to train their bodies in the fnotball' field as though you meant to become’ policemen," The _ coeducation o(’l mind and body would recognize that | perfect bealth is not to be defined alone in terms of sound sleep, good! digestion, _ muscular strength _ and animal spirits, but demands in addl-l tion an organizaton, an economy, &A selfâ€"control not to be attained with-] out careful training, ang beyond all' that, the development of the flner| aptitudes for selfâ€"expression in creaâ€" tive forms. _ The human body is naâ€" turally skillâ€"hungry, and until that bunger is satisfied it will be ill at ease, craving for something it bas not got and seeking its satisfactions in external excitements which exâ€" citements which exhaust its vitality and diminish its capacity for joy. Short of skill, the perfect health‘ even of the body is impossible. I My own education was sadly deâ€" fective as an education of the "whole man." It was divided into what are called "subjects"â€"just unâ€" corâ€"ordinateg chapters of knowledge, parcels of bookâ€"say and _ hearâ€"say, tied up with string, and pitched into our mind as into a basket. There was one set of operators who trainâ€" ed our minds in the classâ€"rooms, and another set who trained our bodies in the gymnasium. And there was a third gentleman, called "the chapâ€" plain," who was supposed to train our characters ang look after our souls. But there was no unity of aim. The mind â€" department, th& body department, the character deâ€" partment, the soul department were at sixes and sevens. In all this piecemea] procedure one thing was consistently lost sight ofâ€"the whole boy, who is mind, body, character and soul all in one. \ Our vision of education as an episodic process conducted by proâ€" fessional drudges, whose dull humâ€" ming goes on inside the walls of a school or a college should be exâ€" panded into the idea of it as a great romance, the summary advenâ€" ture of our age, the central concern of every citizen, lifelong in its duraâ€" tion, universal in its scope, addressâ€" ed throughout to the making of whole men, and having notbing less for its object than to convert the totality of knowledge into human skill, and bring it to bear on the pursuit of eycellence in every department of social activity. of the Whole Man" Not long ago I paid a visit to a great factory where hundreds of young women are employed. 1 reâ€" marked on their ease and dexterity and cheerfulne®s. "We have a school of physical culture attached to the mill," saiq the manager, "and we teach them to walk in our evening: classes, The interesting thing is," he added, "that when we have taught them to walk and to carry themselâ€" ves easily they begin asking for oth-l er things. Some want to sing, some want to dance and some want books.l and three of them have been writ-“ ing poetry. 1 expect we shall end up by becoming a little universlty."! By L. P. Jacks in "The Education Higher Education TORONTO Is there one being, stubborn as the rock to misfortune, whom kindness does not affect? s The refrigeration was necessary to prevent cyerheating by friction in the tube from the main postoffice to Temâ€" plehof Airport, a stretch of about six kilometers which the carriers make in ten minutes under a highâ€"pressure system. ‘The subway traing require seventeen minutes for this stretch, Berlin.â€"A refrigeration system has been instailed in part of the 274 kilo meters of the subterranean air tubes by which the Berlin postoftice faciliâ€" tates its special delivery service. Berlin Mail Tube Refrigerated No, not enough in all of the world! â€"Atlautic Monthly., Not enough time, between living and dying To set our minds on one swallow‘s Aying, Not enough time to dip our free Cupful of beanty from sky and seaâ€"â€" Not enough springs, Not enough daffodils glimmering and gleaming, Not enough birches, or brooks, or wings, Not enough woodchucks dozing and dreaming, _ There is such a thing as the highâ€" .’er education of the body, as well as ,lthe,hlgher education of the mind. 'I" is something quite differen; from " what athletics aim at and goes much ° farther than any of the matters | which bygiene is concerned with. It "regards the human body as a whole | as capabl eof being developed into | an instrument of the highes; skill, | governed by a perfect selfâ€"control “and exercising a beautiful economy 'of power which is itself a mental culture of a most valuable kind. lUnfortunately, we are still in the grip of a very old tradition which regards ‘mind and body as somebow hitched ‘together in an illâ€"sorted partnership, 'the ming & celestial thing and the: ‘ body _ an earthâ€"born _ and _ inferior | thing which one bas to tolerate as ‘ bes; one can. _ This false idea, howâ€" | ever, will not last much longer, We !shall come to see, as many . sce ‘even now, that the being we have to educate is always body and mind ‘togelher. When that is generally reâ€" 'cognized, the _ bigher â€" education of 'the body will be made accessible to |all classes of the community along ’with the higher education of the !mlndâ€"the higher education of the whole man. Not enough puppydogs dinky and dancing, Not enough thoroughbred colts all prancing, There are too many people in the world. But there aren‘t enough in all of the world . . . Too many old men, piteous and boring, Too many women with Main Street chins (A mouth leaves off where a neck begins)â€" Too many girls who touch up their lips, % ng, Too many . children â€" whose ears need scrubbing, Too many drummers whose jokes need snubbing. (Written on a Bostop and Albany Local.) There are too many people in the worlq . . . Too Many and Not Enough A sound physical culture should be made accessible, along with nenâ€" tal culture, to all classes of the comâ€" munity; it should form an integral part of oup national system, ang be as "compulsory" as anything else 1 am convinced that we bave, in the bedraggled physique of the townâ€" bred_population, one of the chief reaâ€" sons why popular education â€" has failed to produce the effects expectâ€" eq of it. educated, if we could import into our leisure _ eccupations generally something of that passion for excelâ€" lence which is so necessary in othâ€" er connections. _ The pleasures that 1 have enjoyeg mos; are not those which I bought readyâ€"made, but those that 1 made for myself by exercising the very modest amoun; of skill 1 bappen to possess. I believe that all men and women are made that way. No one ought to be considerâ€" eq educated, whether boy op girl, man or woman, until he or she has acquired at Jleast the clements of some sort of skill There is no betâ€" ter protection against folly and vice. There is no surer road to the real enjoyment of leisure. Toop many porters gaping for tips, Too many fat men lolling and snorâ€" sunrises, not enough is delicious (Write Salada, T oronto, for excellent recipe) The sentiment of justice is lural, so universally acquired mankind, that it seems to m pendent of all law, all party, . gion.â€"YVoltaire. §ajad Dressing Revenge is ever a bypocrite, rage at least strikes with the naked sword ; but revenge, stealthy and patient, conâ€" ceals the weapon of the assassin. KBRAFT Ofd Sashioned The Canadian girl nibbling dry bisâ€" ciits and sipping orangejuice because fashion decrees that she must be slim, ard the West African maiden gorging until it is unsafe to swallow another mouthful, because she is expected to be f:,t, are both slaves of fashion, and so "sisters under their skin." It is the plump girl who gets ail the admiration from the opposite sex. The thin girl is passed by unnoticed. Once the dusky belles are married and ros ame their normal life they lose n uch of this unnatural latness. Nevertheless, they do their best nevor to get below : certain weight When the happy bridegroom comes to claim his bride at the end of the fattening process he finds her so treâ€" mendously fat that she is unable to rise from. her seat. He is a very proud man as he makes arrangements for this huge mountain of flesh to be carâ€" ried to his home. Here they are fed at short intervals on all sorts of luxuriesâ€"chicken, eges, soups, and so on. They stay in the place for several weeks, stuffing for all they are worth, and taking care to move as little as possible. Consequently, her meals are someâ€" what prolonged affairs. They usually consist of yams, ground into a pulp which is called "fouâ€"fou," rice, and bananas. And to assist the process of putting on weight, she takes as lntâ€" tle exercise as possible. Thore is a certain tribe in Nigeria where girls about to be married, and who wish to appear at their best, are sent to what is called "the fattening house." Slimness is a thing of beauty to the Canadian girl. But the women of West Africa must be fat if they wich to attract. The stouter the black mammy becomes the more fashionab!e is her figure. So economical ‘"No; but they more than make up for it by what they say about each other." "So Kate and Alice are not on speaking terms." Kraft Oldâ€"Fashioned Salad Dressing offers everything anyâ€" one could ask for in exquisite, refreshing flavor, yet it‘s sold at a price so low it‘s within the reach of everyone. Cet some toâ€"day. Try it and you‘ll instantly know why it‘s the favorite everywhere in Canada. Made in Canada Where Fat is Fashionable Revenge Justice )1 justuce is so naâ€" lly acquired by all seems to me indeâ€" , all party, all reliâ€" A man can do without his own ap probation in much society, but he must make great exertions to gain it when he lives alone.â€"Sydney Smith, Business has improved the means by which it works with such accession of new tools as our fathers couid not have dreamed. Yet see in what chaos and despair we now are plunged, so that we face the stark insanity that we starve because we have produced too much food, go unclothed because we produce too much cotton and in general suffer want in the midst of plenty. So everywhere we face in modera life a contrast between amazing new instruments for living and the trivial or evil ends for which they are emâ€" ployed. We invent "movies" and then let them fall into crass commercialized, conscienceless hands where they are vilely used. We put our new physics ard chemistry at the disposal of war and, using improved means for an unâ€" improved end, make war more terrible than ever in history before. By Rev. Harry Emerson Fosdick Much of our modern life is summarâ€" ized in Thoreau‘s phrase "Improved means to an unimproved end." We have completely outdistanced all preâ€" vious generations in the creation of new scientific means of living, but when we consider the moral ends for which we live we may well be ashamed. A few days later Dotty‘s mother overheard her tell Tommy: "That maâ€" chine I sold for a nickel was worth more, so Father went after the junkâ€" man and got it back. Everything in the barn is worth something and 1 am not going to sell anything else without first asking Father or Mothor."â€"Isâ€" sued by the National Kindergarten Asâ€" sociation, 8 West 40th Street, New York City. These articles are appearâ€" ing weekly in our columns. Dotty‘s parents had heard Tommy give his father‘s appraisal of the value of the things in the barn. They knew the junkman had taken advantage of the child. Dotty was fortunate in hayâ€" ing parents who tried to see things from her viewpoint. They knew that to the child the sale upheld family pride and was a matter of good salesâ€" manship. With these two virtues in mind they made their explanations as to why it was best to get the old maâ€" chine back. "I sold the old sewing machine to the junkman," Dotty declared proudly, "When*?" asked her father. "Just now." HMer fathér disappeared by the back door and presently returned announcâ€" ing he had traded the junkman out of the machine. ‘__‘Theft or Salesâ€" "Where did you get it?" her mother asked. Cl It was noon; her father had just come home for lunch, "Look," Dotty cried, holding up the coin. Dotty imust have nodded. Anyway the man came in, got the machine and gave her a shining new nickel which she held up for Tommy to see before running into the house. "Oh‘" Tommy gasped from of the fence. Dotty knew he pressed by so grand an offer "Will you sell it?" the asked. Dotty shook her head, remembering that Tommy bad said her whole barn full of things was not worth a nickel, How discouraging this was; Tommy had received three cents for much less than the barn held. The junkman spied the old machine, "I‘ll give you a nickel for that," he ofâ€" fered, pointing to it. 7 7Tl|o jupkmin drove to Dotty‘s back gate. "Anything to sell?" he asked the child. â€"that is, everything but an old sewâ€" ing machine. Dotty‘s father had said he could easily convert that into a litâ€" tle table just the size and shape needâ€" ed for the kitchen. This sewing maâ€" chine was left under the shed of the barn. For a while Dotty watched proceedâ€" ings indoors, then she went to the yard where Tommy again told her of the low value of the family hoardings. Presently the junkman came through the alley, and Tommy sold him a bunâ€" dle of old newspapers, magazines, botâ€" tles and old ijron that he had collected. How proud hbe was of the three penâ€" njes received for his labor! Me exâ€" hibited them triumphbantly to Jhe watchful Dotty. Great Aunt Alice bhad died leaviog her oldtime cottage with its quaint furnishings to Dotty‘s mother, and the family bad takenm possession almost immediately. "The house is old," Dotty‘s mother said, "but better than many modern bungalows. By fAnishing the attic we can have a very comfortable home." Things which bad accumulated dur» ing many years were moved from the attic to the barn awaiting the day when thoughtful consideration vould be given each article, Tommy Trousâ€" dale watched the moving from the roof of his father‘s garage next door. "That is a lot of junk you hay e," he told Dotty. "Dad says the whole outâ€" fit is not worth five cents." Dotty'; parents did not share this view. Everything was put inside the barn and the doors securely fastened Means and Ends Approbation Minerva Hunter junkman his side was imâ€" YO of Folders Reports Stateme Bookiet Printed Factory Blotters Let For Pampht mighty Intricat Interie Cheque Fair Pr Factory Envelo Auction jet ple Pastry tasks & chut BEAT 30OPE TWIN| %.0 w lela 3e or Hende FAR M Inancs oca Etc A| al