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Nothing moved across the flat green face of the field except a few flickerâ€" ing butterflies electric with sunlight, odd seraps of turquoise and lemon, tortoiseshell and ivory, soft and light as flying flowers. The child regarded them with apathctic irterest, his eyes vainly hunting them. Once he took off his broad white sunhat and held 1 poised, but the shadow of it had scarcely fallen on the grass before there was a mocking flicker of yellow brilliance far away among the poâ€" tato flowers. He listlessly put on his hat again and solemnly advanced across the field, his hands deep in the pockets of his mi riature trousers. The sunâ€"hat, too large for him, made him look like a littie old man walking across a vast bowling green in mediâ€" tation. The butterfies seemed n At the far end of the field stood a house, halfâ€"hidden by a forest of flowerless lilaes, dim laurels, and clipâ€" ped fruitâ€"trees, The faded yellow bi‘nds of the house were drawn against the sun, and the doors stood shut and blistering, giving it a deâ€" serted air. The garden was a wilderâ€" ness of trees and sweet brier, untidy hollyhocks with shabby pink buttons Just unfolding, bloodâ€"bright poppics that had sown themselves in thouâ€" sands about the flowerâ€"beds and the paths and on the front doorstep itself. The air seemed sleepy with poppy wdor, but the brilliart scarlet heads blazed like signals of danger. As the child approached the house he began to talk with a curious nonâ€" chalance. He squinted at something on a most distant horizon, and som»â€" times he appeared to be searching inâ€" tently for something in the grass or th sky. The house might not have ¢xisted. The child walked towards it with perfect, aimless innocence. Nevertheless, that innocence was suspicious, for he walked in a perfect line to a point where the garden fence had broken, making a gap large cnough for a dog to squeeze through under cover of the lilacs and laurels. As he approached the gap his inn>â€" cence became ang ‘ic. He stouped to pick a white cloverbloom. He sniff â€"d it languidly, plucked another and sniffed that also. Hoe wandered in beautiful rings in the grass, ostensibâ€" ly searching. All the time his eyos were upon the house, wickedly furtive and longingly alert. longer to interest him. It was hot for him even to watch them. A shild had wandered from the seâ€" curity of his mother‘s potatoâ€"patch, The afternoon was a silent infinity of shimmering heat, but in the field beyond the garden the young grass had begun to grow sweet again after hayâ€"time, making a cool lawn in the waste of July. He presently sidled sleepily towards the gap. In his sleepiness he appearâ€" ed to be not only innocent but blind. Nevertheless, his eyes in one swift flicker took in the same emptiness of the field behind him and of the garâ€" den ahead. He vanished suidenly through the Ledge with a flash of white, like a rabâ€" bit. He crawied through the mass of tiees and brier on his hands and kneos and finally emerged into open sunâ€" light, blinking like a man stepping out of a gloomy jungle. There he staggered to his feet and stopped. His eyes had lost their look of â€" suspiciously angelic innocence. They were filled with caution and wonder, with guilt and pleasure. They gazed with a new unflickering interâ€" sity. Before the child stretched a plar.â€" tation of raspberries, row after row of green and red luxuriance. Secing them he had eyes for nothing else. He seemed for one moment paralysed by the crimson burden of the tall, thick canes. At home, side by side with the potatoes, his mother also had a planâ€" tation of raspberries, ripe, thick, and lovely as these, To the child, however, the raspberâ€" ries that his bother grow seemed sudâ€" denly despicable, Moreover, she had forbidden him fearfully to touch them The fruit before him was larger and more luscious than his mother s could ever be, and as he caught all at once the strong fragrance of the fruit and leaves in the warm sun his mouth was tortured. He plucked a raspberry. It melted swiftly in his mouth like snow. Once a great fishâ€"net had covered the planâ€" tation, but the stakes had rotted away He turned to pluck another and stopped. A pale object, like a menasâ€" ing vision, had appeared over the raspberry canes behind him. It was a panama hat. He gazed at it for one second with giddy astonishment. It moved. His heart leapt. A moment later the panama hat bore down upon him with noises of stentorian rage. It happened suddenly that he came to the end of an avenue and there .coked up. Beyond him stretched an open lawn, deserted and poppyâ€"sown. He regarded it with the brazen indilâ€" ference of reckless conldence. He plucked a raspberry and ate it with lips, as though to defy the last danâ€" gers of the place. The child fled. He darted down an avenue of canes with a wild terror in his heart, scratching himself and runâ€" ning blindly, All the time he was conscious of pursuit by the nanama bat. He was terrorized by cries of rage and threats of annihilation. He stumbled and dropped his hat and dared not stay to pick it up again. Out in the field he paused for an agonized moment to take breath, Seâ€" hind kim a roar of rage was burled like a cannon shot from among the raspberries. Glancing back, he saw his white sunâ€"hat picked up and brandished angrily. He fled with frightened speed across the field. The voice of the man pursued him. He dared not glance back. He ran with unresiing desperation unt! he could pause behind bis mother‘s fence with security again. But even there he could rnot 1est. He was trembling and exhausted. Finally however, he took a long breath, and with a great effort noncbrlantly strollel past the p tatoes and by the raspberries toâ€" viads the house trying to look anâ€" gelically at the sky. He began to walk up and down the avenues, filling it. There was ctill no sound or movement in the garcen exâ€" cept his own rustlings among the leaves. The juice of many raspberries began to stain the whiteness of his sunâ€"hat. He did not notice it. He was drunk with forbidden bliss. It happened that as he came from Lehind his mother‘s raspberry canes she herself emerged from the house. She was a wide, powerful woman, with a black, suspicious gaze. Secing her, be stopped. That pause was fatal. She swooped down upon hi instantly. He remembered in that moment all the warnings she had given him about her raspberries. ow wery times had she not warned him that if he laid a finger on them she vould flay him? She bhors down on bim as the panama hat hai borne down on him in the garden. 1+ wrigâ€" gled futilely to escape, but this time there was no escape. He made frantic sigrs of innccence. ‘I‘ll leara you!" she shouted. "I didn‘tâ€"I never!" he moaned. "Look at your mouth!" she cried. She seired him mereilessly, His guilt was so vivid on his lips that she belabored him until her arm â€"whipped up and down like a threshingâ€"flail. There came a moment when the taste of even the loveliest fruit seemâ€" ed curiously dead. He paused and sighed heavily and licked his lips, drunk with fruit. It ocurred to him to take off his hat. All the time he ate. He ate as though in a race against time or light. A: first he swallowed one by one, berâ€" ries that were like great crimson thimbles filled with blood. Tiring of their very magnificence, he gathered smaller, sharper fruit and ate it by handfuls, tossing back his head and crimsoning his lips. . * and deserted, Nothing but himseif moved, and presentely he walked more boldy, rustling the leaves caveless‘y with his eager limbs. The child, as he howled his innoâ€" cence of a crime he had never comâ€" m.itted, dismally observed across the field an approaching figure. It was signalling terrible threats with a white hat.â€"John O‘ London‘s Weekly. The American refused to he imâ€" pressed by London. "Slow kind of place," he declared to the . Englishâ€" man who was showing him round; "no hustle like there is in New York." A minute later the visitor was haulâ€" ed on to the pavement as a fireâ€" escape dashed past. "What‘s that?" he asked in a startled voice. "That," said the Englishman, "was just the district window cleaner working a bit late." less raspberry avenues. He walked at first furtively, stopping to listen, but the garden was silent and safe and the net had fallen into useless tangles among the canes. ‘There was nothing to stop his progress into endâ€" L uTd Interesting Facts It is not generally known that the royal family of Great Britain is not supported by the nation. Kig George gets nothing out of public taxation; h is not paid any salary. There are L.rge estates in England which have belonged to the Crown for centuries. From George III. to Georg> V., inâ€" clusive, the sovereings on their acâ€" cossion turned over the Crown estates t. the nation in return for a fixed annual payment called the "cicil list." The presert king‘s civil list amounts to £470,000 and the provisions for rmembers of the royal family (which i.cludes £25,000 for the Duke of York but nothing for the Prince of Wales) to £83,000â€"in all £553,000. The surâ€" plus revenue from the Crown estates ir the year ending March 31, 1927, was £1,010,000, which was paid into the British Exchequer, From this net sum no deductions were made for adâ€" ministration. If King George had retained the estates he would have haw a net revenue of £1,010,000, so actually he presented the nation that year with £457,000. The news announced by Dr. Isabel Beck of Mount Sinal Hospital in the Medical Journal and Record that hay fever can be relieved at home by means of a filter which removes dust bacteria and pollen from the air is hardly news at all. City hay fever sufferers have long known that the best place for them is an airâ€"condiâ€" tioned motion picture theatre, For the air supplied to the theatres is not only cooled but washed and thereâ€" fore treated with a thoroughness beyond _ the powers of the much cruder apparatus described by Dr, Beck, It must be admitted, howâ€" ever, that it would be asking too much of any hay fever pationt to sit fortyâ€"eight hoursâ€"even if programs were that longâ€"while a Hoilywood version of a gangster‘s career flashes past on the screen. And according to Dr. Beck, marked relief is actualâ€" ly a matter of fortyâ€"eight hours. Although ragweed pollen is mainâ€" ly responsible for hay fever, many odorless flowers of weeds and grasses are to be shunned, Dr. Ivor Grifâ€" fith ‘of the Philadelphia College of Pharmacy makes the point that the pollens of aromatic flowers are too heavy and adhesive to cause hay fever. They must be transported by bees and insects in carrying out the process of crossâ€"fertilization. . It is the windâ€"borne pollen that is to be feared. He finds that by rubbing various pollens into scratches on the arm the one to which the hay fever sufferer is peculiarly sensitive can readily be detected by the welt that it raises, _ Alcohol solutions of this polien in small doses confet a fair amount of immunity, "I put butter on the cat‘s feet as you suggested, but he‘s run away just the same." "There you areâ€"what can you exâ€" pect? He‘s well on his way to Denâ€" mark by now." "What sort of butter did you use, mum ?" "As far as I can remember, it was Danish butter." Laverne Burden, fiveâ€"yearâ€"old piano wonder, of Ohio, recently made her proud parents prouder still when she was requested to go to Chicago to have her playing recorded. Hay Fever Relief Logic "A Clever Young Miss" neallie t anp Aimreprone mammoney ecmem sie s iciivasmtmia Little Dot came home flushed with excitement. "Oh, â€" mummy," she said eagerly, "there‘s a carnival on in the town next week! Can I go as a milkmaid?" Mother shook her head, "No, my pet," she replied, "you are much too young for that." Dot looked thoughtful. "I know, mum," she said, after a while; "can I go as a condensed milkâ€" Before the New York Evening Post moved to West Street, it was known as "the old lady of Vesey Street." Everything was prim and proper about it. A few years ago, before the reorganization of the filing system, there was occasion in the office to look up clippings of the Wall Street explosion. The hunt immediately beâ€" ¢. me complicated. Nothing was to be fo ‘nd under "Wall Street," "Exploâ€" s‘ons," "Disasters," "Bombs," or even "Reds." Finally they telephoned to the home of the former archivist, reâ€" ti:ed. "Ah," said the old gentleman, "look in the letter M cabinet. You will find it under ‘Mishaps‘."â€"New York Morning Telegraph, "Where in the name of the Villard family," demanded a frantic editor, "did you file the clippings of the Wali Street explosion?" maid ?" A man who had not been very good during his earthly life died, and went below. As soon as he reached the nether regions he began to give orders for changing the positions of the furâ€" naces and started bossing the imps around. One of them reported to Saâ€" tan how the newcomer was behaving. "Certainly," said the man; "my wife gave it to me while I was on earth." A crotchety Yorkshire farmer had a dispute with his neighbor and went to his solicitor about it. "Aw want thee to write a letter," he said, "and tell ‘im that all this nonsense ‘as got to stop." "Very well," said the solicd tor, "and what do you want me to say ?" "Just tell ‘im," replied the farmer, "that ‘e‘s the blackest, lowâ€" downest, lyin‘est, thievin‘ scoundrel on earth, and then work it oop a bit until tha feels tha can say summat really rude to ‘im." "Here," said Satan to him, "you act as though you owned the place." First Lodge Member: Looks as if you had been dissipating. Second Lodge Member: I didn‘t zet to roost last night until near. ly sunset, Mystery of the Morgue ONTARIO ARCHIVEs TORONTO THE STEP LOWER His Gift Latest Findings In Science World Dr. Robert A. Millikan was quoted as saying that Einstein‘s photoelecâ€" tric equationâ€"the one that is practiâ€" cally applied in designing the cells used in televisionâ€"sprang from a mathematical hunch. _ One researchâ€" er in electricity confessed that the solution of difficult problems came to him on awakening from a sound sleep, the refreshed mind apparentâ€" ly grasping what did not suggest itâ€" self in hours of previous concentraâ€" tion. A Cornell graduate announcâ€" ed to a genial company his decision, reached with his professor‘s con. sent, to give up a problem, Then the solution flashed upon him, ## Study Made of *"Hunches Which Lead to Discov â€" eriesâ€"Trees of New York Discovery of Hunches The "hunch" or intuitive flash of genius received its share of attenâ€" tion at the recent meeting of the American Chemical Society at Denâ€" ver, A questionnaire sent to 1,500 reâ€" search workers by Professor Ross A. Baker showed that inspiration is highly regarded, although a minority thought it uscless, Some of these chemical Rousseaus confessed that hunches came while walking to work, fishing, bathing, dreaming or relaxing after dinner. Coffee and tobacco were considered an aid to inspiration, but not alcoâ€" hol!. Apparently the organic chemists were especially given to hunches, their science being so incompletely theoretical that they must rely more on a kind of instinct or inspiration than on cold logic in selecting the most promising of a series of posâ€" sible synthetic _ compounds. ‘The man who seemed to rely most on hunches wrote that at 4 P.M. he placed the failures of the day all beâ€" fore him and looked at them "in. dividually, _ collectively, _ vigorously and generously," Thus a mental picâ€" ture was created that he could not escape, "The beakers do not seem to conâ€" tain molecules, but rather maggots crawling where they will and out of my control," he proceeded to relate. "Then 1 go home, By 11:30 P.M. the house is quiet and I hear only the sound of manhole covers as automoâ€" biles pass over them. I am rested, relaxed, wido awake and under the influence of coffee and tobacco, The picture stands out, the maggots beâ€" come molecules and I have a basis for a new day‘s work." How New York Got Its Trees .. A study recently made by Dr. John S, Kimball of the New York Botaniâ€" cal Garden shows how much we owe to the vast glacier that crept down from the north millions of years ago and gouged out much of Lake Chamâ€" plain and the region south. Not only did the ice carry scouring boldâ€" ers from the north, but seeds as well. _ New York‘s vegetation, thereâ€" fore, came from the shores of the Gult of St. Lawrence. No tree, no soil could withstand that relentless sheet of southward moving ice, _ When it melted, the seeds from the north #prouted where they had settled in an exotic soil ready for new vegetaâ€" tion. "Southerly winds, as a result of the cool air from the glacier flowing into take the places of the rising warm air southward and floods reâ€" sulting from the melting icefront at the edge of the glacier both helped to push or carry the seeds of trees further south, gradually extending their former ranges," Dr. Kimball reâ€" ports. "The agencies of migration were also doubtless aided by the birds and mammals moving southâ€" The skeptics _ were scathing _ in their appraisal of inspiration. "We certainly _ would not apply this method in uying securities," argued one, quite forgetting that the public in general does buy on hunches. To another, rovelations or hunches were signs of an immature mental develâ€" opment. It is hard to draw conclusions from the varying experiences, But this one seems justified: Hunches, inspiâ€" rations, revelations come only after deep concentration. _ The machinery of the mind seems to have been started to keep on working even when we have temporarily thrust the problem aside. When the solution comes a message is flashed to the conscious mind that it has been found. RY ANNEBELLE WORTHINGTON IMustrated Dressmaking Lesson Furâ€" mished With Every Pattern To exist is to bless, Life is Hap. piness, _ In this sublime pause of things all dissonances have disap.â€" peared. It is as though Creation were but one vast symphony, glorify. ing the God of Goodness with an {nâ€" exhaustible wealth _ of praise _ and harmony . . , . We leave ourselves become notes in the great concert, and the soul breaks the silence of ecstasy, only to vibrate in unison with the Eternal Joy! Angus came home feeling in a generous *CCing in Aa generous mood. "Maggie," he said to his wife, "to. night I‘m going to gi‘e ye a treat. Here‘s a ticket for the Plaza Theatre", "Mon, but that‘s right royal 0‘ ye," she said Lappily, "What‘s the show all about?" "There‘s a conjurer there," replied Angus darkly, "and when he comes on to do a trick in which he takes an ounce of flour and one egg and makes â€"twenty omelets, watch him very closely and see how he does 1t." Here‘s a cute model with all the earmarks of French chic yet is as simple and smart and is practical as any tiny girl would wish for. ward to ciimate," Eventually many of thes reached Florida and the Gult Some of them snronted th thrived Light navy blue wool jersey the original. Style No. 8302 may be had in sizes 2, 4, 6 and 8 years,. Size 4 requires 1% yards of 39â€"inch material with * yard of 35â€"inch contrasting. Then again in wool challis with white pin dois and vivid red contrastâ€" ing, it‘s adorable. HOW TO ORDER PATTERNS. Write your name and address plainâ€" ly, giving number and size of such patterns as you want. Enclose 20¢ in stamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap it carefully) for each number, and address your order to Wilson Pattern Service, 73 West Adclaide St., Toronto. I As the glacier finally receded and | the southwardâ€"moving agencies . of , dispersal diminished, the plants thnt‘ had been carried down from the fa.!'i North began gradually â€" to creepl northward _ again. Some, if they reached the South at all, died there., | Othersâ€"about thirty important trees â€"distributed themselves all the way | between New York City and the Gulf States. _ Those that could not stand the Southern temperatures doubtless‘ migrated all the way back to the Gulf of St, Lawrence, distributing | themselves plentifully around New York City on the way, | Isn‘t the inset yoke cunning? It is vivid red jersey. The circular skirt gives smart emâ€" phasis to the brief bodice. It is as simple as falling off a log to make it! A plaided woolen in yellow and bro_\yn with plain brown is fetching. What New Y Is Wearing LIFE 1sS HAPPINESS A TRICK IN iT escape the advancing cool 1s to bless, _ Life is Hap. In this sublime pause of dissonances have disapâ€" It is as though Creation me vast symphony, glorify. d of Goodness with an Inâ€" orida and the Gulf States, them sprouted there and home from the office of these seeds made | _ "From my experience," said Brown, | "I‘ve found it best to take these stories about Scotsmen with a pinch 'ot salt. _ For instance, I once knew an Aberdonian who found a 22â€"carat | gold ring in the street, The old , blighter at once put a big display |advertlnement in a local newspaper. | He stated that all the owner had to | do was to pay for the advertisement." | *"Well, that was certainly very de. cent of him," put in Smith, l "Yes, I suppose it was," replied 'Brown artfully, "but that isn‘t the | point. _ The Scotsman was the ediâ€" | tor of the newspaper." 4B RTUBUEE CCC All day, except for a short interval at lunch, the cricketers were dotted over the field, their shadows stretchâ€" ing longer and longer as the nours wore on. All day the colored frocks and sunshades remained in a gay mass in front of the Pavilion, like a border of flowers in bloom. Al day the little boys from the town lay or squatted on the bank between the clumps of hedges, their eyes shaded by their brown hands, counseling the various players as to what they should or should not do. It is easy to be a first<class cricketer when lyâ€" ing on a bank. When the last man was out, the umpire drew stumps; the colored frocks moved toward the gate; the players, with their cricketing bags, crawled into the patient row of cars, and drove off down the lane. The field was left to the setting sun, _l_t was then that evening put the country to bed. The trees began it by dragging their sludows across the MOCCERE! Wkatatiatcaiiiiee. M ricmed of his audience excitedly. "And then," he continued calmly, "I suddenly got the station I want. ed. _ My homeâ€"made wireless set was working. _ My battle with the ethor waves was ended." grass, splodges of dull blue, as dusky and illusive as the wings of a bat. Night followed with a blanket of heavy dew, which lay on the ground and about the hayricks like soft wool, light and fine. In the early morning the field was as wet as a pond. Dew lay in tremâ€" blin brilliance on every grass blade; and the sun struggled with the mist in an effort to draw them back to the sky. A bloom lay over the field. From the hayricks to the further corner a single track of footsteps could be seen, like marks left behind on a stretch of fresh wet sand. The sun rose strongly up the sky, carrying the dew with it, until the field was as dry as a green baize table. In the centre, where the batsmen had worn the grass thin, two gulls paraded solemnly up and down inspecting the wicket. And in the sunlight white butterâ€" flles took the field, and played a game of their own in the warm mir. No one clapped, and no one criticized, for the Pavilion was closed and the bark was bare. Only the gulls looked on in a superior way, and strutted silently up and down the pitch. The boy did not appear to grasp his meaning, so the teacher, secking to make it clear, said: "Can you swim from your desk to the door?" FFRIENDSHiPp Friendship maketh indeed a fair day in the affections from storm and tempest, but it maketh daylight im the understanding out of darknoss UNREASONABLE Little Eric wanted to go to the swimmingâ€"baths with the bigger boys, but his teacher, thinking him too small, refused permission. "It wouldn‘t be safe," he said. "But I‘m a good swimmer, sir," said the boy. "Can you swim a length?" asked HIS METHOD They were in the club and the con. versation turned to Scotsmen. teacher TAKEN LITERALLY The boarder was having his first meal at the seaside boardingâ€"house, The landlady watched over him while he struggled manfully with a large portion of heavy dough which was supposed to be "suet pudding." The landlady eyed him acidly as be showed signs of dissatisfaction. "Anything wrong?" she asked, as he desperately stabbed at the mass with his fork. "I shall never forget," he said, "how I felt when, all alone, i battled with the waves, Around me were the bits of wreckage, _ All was pitch black. I strove desperately to reach my goal, while every now and then I heard signals of passing shipsâ€" none knew I was there." "Yes, yesâ€"go on!" spoke up one of his audience excitedly, "Oh, no, sirt" Rric replied. "There‘s no water there." The drawing.room hero was reâ€" counting a story to an attentive audtâ€" ence, They listened to him with bated breath, 1090 P2e C@RtGored Heowcs. lessly, "when I wrote for ‘diggings‘* I didn‘t exactly mean this sort * well," he stammered breath. BRAVERY of thoughts.â€" Lreek hage forget those loom and Homer iove which the so famous ; sacred pepl Although of art are forever thr their mate dec Arms, fu have come ages, to sh carving, wh prc nearly : ruins of at oth« tiny fr: the crey evi cay de pi the out, bia eurious} Mik Th The swung terial ; wrougt The Th €4 t t W H U rated Ph P M 1€ the