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tr,',?, I I I THE LAST LINK 'e, “With her permission I will see her {satay back." And then. with the bright light of Mgt mobn uptan his face. Redmond 14'i"i_r'.CisiTitiiii removed his hat and bowed 'tor, Miss Herncastle. "'voiees" of the night--nottuntr more. What ought he do? While he still stood there irresolute, lost in wonder and a sort of awe, the porch door op- -.ened, and the mysterious lady he had followed appeared. A second figure, the bent figure of a very old woman, ’came after. The first was speaking. "No, no, Hannah; you shall not come. Afraid! What nonsense! The time tor me to tear anything earthly is past. Nothing living or dead will harm me. I will reach Scarswood in less than three-quarters of an hour, get in as I got out, in spite ot all Sir Peter's chains and locks, and to-mor- row be once more my lady's staid preceptress of'youth. Hannah, Han- nah, what a. life it is! Go back; try to keep everything quiet; don't let these ghastly shrieks be repeated if you can help it. How fortunate 'PUT green un. can u“, w..- nu - - I T wind whispering over all. She turn-I "Your duty?" she repeated, still ed from the gate, hurried up the I with that smile. "Duty is a word with grass grown path, and vanished in the a wide signification to some people. inky gloom of the porch. l For instance, no doubt you considered Red d O'Donnell emerged from it your duty to follow me Aere to- mon D - vight-to dog my steps, lil-ve the hire- the shadow pf the treeszand approach- I 1111:: assassin of an Italiah novel -- ed the gnuesorfile 1)stet1lfeu?f,Uat12; to--it is not a pleasant word, but the ed at the woo en Ea e, W word I want-play the spy." his further advance, anaurazed up a.ti He was walking by hei. side. He the black to1middi.ng,',r?f,1t: In higtwas lowering the pasture bars of a srambleslover the nifhbori‘ogdti‘: ‘13:) field as she spoke, to let her through. never come upon IS ou -o - -rrr ', ll r?" 1 B id. " T - " - bust--- it lay in a spot SO repf"e: so fesssxij‘: 100;; 'rl/l it. “$111,133 51531; a1nttei1.1yst1tfl that tew ever did cog: I to myself and my motives, let me say 1113011 If; by chance. And those w it something more than simple curiosi- Iknew it gave lf, wide betI‘th' f0; la ty has been at Fork to-night, In the bore the ghastly reputa 10n o lusual Course of events, though it haunted house. [might surprise me to see Lady Dan- fl. He stood, his folded arms resting oh the gate, tall sycamores and firs burying him in their deepest gloom, and watched and waited tor-he hard- ly knew what. Certainly not for what he heard--a long, wailing cry that came. suddenly and hideously from the upper part of the house. C '-." T y , a h _ T He started up. So biood-curdliptr,' "Ah, something more! May I ask £6 unexpected was it, that tar onelwhat it is that induces Captain O'- moment his heart gave a great bound. , Donnell to take so profound an inter- .It was followed by another, wild, ag- est in one so tar beneath him as Lady oitizeti--then dead silence fell. lDangerfield’s governess?" "t Physically and morally Redmond The grave defiance of her tone and ‘O’DOnnell was brave to the core, and , manner, the daring mockery of her .had5 given many and strong proofs of glance, told him she was prepared to his bravery; but a chill, more like‘deny everything-to fight every inch fear than anything he had ever ex- , of the ground. terienced, fell upon him now. What, 4 "Well, Miss Herneastle," he said, hideous thing was this? Was murder "my first impression when I recog- being done in this spectral house? nized you-toi' your carriage, your It' looked a, fit place for a murder walk, your hearing, are not to be mis- .--a11 darkness, all silence, all' deso- taken anywhere--" _ lation. . The unearthly cry was the Miss Herncastle bowed sarcastical- smile that once before had terrified,ly, as to a compliment. Lady Cecil, but of that circumstance "My first impression, I say, was he knew; nothing, What deed of evil that you were walking in your sleep. “was going on within these dark walls? , I knew a somnambulist in Algeria, Should he force an entrance and see? . who would walk miles every night, if Would that dreadful cry be repeated? not locked up. But a little thought, He paused and listened-tive, ten, and a few minutes' cautious pursuit fifteen minutes. No, dead silence convinced me that you were not sleep reigned. Only the flutter of the walking, but exceedingly wide-awake leaves, and the chirp of some bird indeed." 'in its nest, the soft rustle of the trees, I Again Miss Herncastle bowed-. the faint soughing of the wind-the, again with that derisive, defiant smile invoices" of the night-nothing more. |on her face. Her whole look, man- What ought he do? While he still , ner, and tone were entirely unlike stood there irresolute, lost in wonder, Miss Herncastle, who seemed an ani- and a sort of awe, the porch door op- , mated statute than a living Woman in "ened, and the mysterious lady he had my lady's spaqious rooms. wr,mrs,xrts.rt amocared. A second figure; "And being convinced of that, Cap- "Nothing goes on forever; I don't' wantit to go on forever. My time is drawing near; little by little the light «is breaking, and my day is coming,-.' Uptil it does, keep quiet; use the drug if there's too much noise. I will re-'; turn as speedily as possible. Nomi arood night." ' 1 ' "We had a narrow escape not long ago, for all that. It was one of the bad days, and the lady and gentle- man heard. l put theni off, but it may happen again, and it will. It can't go on forever." _ . The old woman had gone back to the house, and the stall dark figure under the firslshc did not see. She drew out her _ , looked at it by the liglit ot the moon. _ FHan past one'." she murmured. f't “had not thought it so late. It will be 19. Quarter past two, then, before I , mack Scarswood." J" “And, ' very kite hour for Miss rarerniettstl'e to be out alone!" ,v- w.“ ---""F" Bracken Hollow is thought to be haunted, and no one ever comes here by night or day'." She ran down the steps, walked with her firm, resolute, fearless tread, down the path, and, as 'before, lin- gered a. second or two at the gate. 5 “And, g very kite hour for Miss virptcnieastl'e to be out alone!" i :0beying an impulse he could not gesist. the chasseun emerged from the treg shadows and stood before her. t A (Continued from last week) ”The figure that had vanished in the gsNJows of the waving gorse reap- 'ea.red in the broad moonlit field. A 'troman-no doubt about that now---" gall woman, walking swiftly, lightly, grapefully, as only young women ever $21k. That stately stature, that poise g: the head and shoulders, surely all " ere familiar. And a quarter past stwelve, alone and in haste. What mys- tery was here? 3 “Seine instinct told me six hours age/When I recognized her first, that Enmething was wrong; I am convinc- ed ot it-now. Something is wrong. What brings her here?--ot all peo- Qle in the world, and in the charac- MW“ " quprv governess. And where E Led long} "Indeed!" Miss Hevrocatitle res- :' the ponded, with supreme indifference: ntle- "recognized me, did you? I am ra- at it th.er surprise at that. You enc0un- . It tered me in the streets owaondon "probably before I came here?i' , , She smiled, came out, relockwad the (gate, put the key in her pocket, drew ‘tlle black mantle she were closely ,about her, and walked on. ’ ';::1ucs:fe11:- 'iicct'e,"' my LttAL.Y W b2%w%r I "Why shojiilldo Iorliea 22132:?! any): , She smiled, came out, relockwed the ai2,t"ie,Yae)f"vd11 r:Wilyl not betray me. (gate, put the key in her pocket, drew I will tell the truth, Captain O'Don- ‘the black magitle If}: wore elosely 11011. I am the New York actress-l . n wa. e on. . . '.., /'t11touh)"'dltts1f?,,' she repeated, st.ill :mo the Ophelia you beheld SIX months "Vith that smile. "Duty is a word “rim "t knew it " he answered with corn- »a wide signification to some People. Dostlr"e "1 saw vou many'nights in lFoir instance, no doubt you considered success-ion. It was impossible tor me 'it your duty to follow rue A1ert.to- to [be mistaken. And as clever and jsre:rht--to dog my steps, like the hire- popular actresses do not as a rule quit ilintr assassin of an Italian le? r-l the stage, and the brilliant, well-paid, to-dt is not a. pleasant word, but the,' well dressed, highly strung existence word I want-play the spy]. . I of a popular leading lady, and merge i He was Walking by her side. He their bright individuality into that of was lowering the pasture bars y, a a poorlyb paid ov’ertasked drudge of !field as she spoke, to let her through. a nurserv governess, you will pardon ' "Spy?" he said. "wt),1i,s"t,'s,.1,,ftl,1J/'id I think for allowing my sus- fess it looks like it. fti11, m Justice. melons/to rise. for following your lib myself, and my motives, let mesay‘ footsteps to-night. I said to myself, something more than sunple cul‘IOS}- i this actress whom a crowded Broad- ty has been at work to-night. In thet I Way house'applauded to the echo, .usual course Of events, though 1 I night after night, has some motive - Imight surprise ine to see Lady Dan-1a sinister one, in all likelihood-r-in {gerfield‘s governess taking a s,Pr'fl?,- quitting her profession and coming to 'light ramble after midnight, it cer- this house in the role of governess" 1ain1y would not induce me to follow "What your motive may be, I don't (her, and play the spy, as you term it, know-it is your own business and in (upon her actions. But another 1:110- no way concerns, me. 'UnleSS,” he ‘tive prompted me totu1t-- to og paused -"unless, Miss Herncastle -." your footsteps, to wait for your re- he said slowly. lappearance, and tp accompany you "Yes, Captain Otonnell---unless /ltomer" - _ - . _,, 1 "Ah, something more! May I ask 'what it is that inttuces Captain O'- Donnell to take so profoupd an inter- 'est in one so far beneath him as Lady (bangertieu's govefness?" are going back?, As I said before, with Wour permissioh, I will accom- pany you. Under existing pittuno- stances it becomes my duty to see you safely home." "Yes," Captain O'Donnel dryly an- swered. " think your nerves are good, Miss Herncastle. There are not many young ladies-who would fan- cy the long, lonely walk between Scarswood and this place, betwee§1 the ghostly hours of twelve and two. You "And being donvinced of that, Cap- tain O'Donnell's first impulse-the impulse of all brave men and gallant gentlemen, was-Briss Herncastle is out for a walk by herself either on private business, or because of the beauty of the night, or because she cannot sleep. She certainly doesn't Want me, and is quite capable.of tak- ing care of herself: I will turn back at once and think no more about it.' That was, I know, the first thought of Captain O'Donnell, the bravest chas- seur in all the army of Africa. May I ask why he did not act upon it?" "Captain Redmond O'Donnell."‘she said slowly, "it is' you. I breathe again. For one moment I absolutely took you for a ghost. My nerves are good, but you gave them a shock." "My first impression, I say, was that you were walking in your sleep. I knew a somnambulist in Algeria, who would walk miles every night, if not locked up. But a little thought, and a tew minutes' cautious pursuit convinced me that you were not sleep walking, but exceedingly wide-awake indeed." Again Miss Herncastle bowed-- again with that derisive, defiant smile on her face. Her whole look, man- ner, and tone were entirely unlike Miss Herncastle, who seemed an ani- mated statute than a living Woman in my lady's spacious rooms. She did not'scream, she did not CV- en start. There must have been bravo blood in the governess' veins. vShe stood there stock-still and faced him; but in the moonlight that gray pallor came over the resolute face, and the great eyes dilated with something the look of a hunted stag. So tor an ih- stant they stood silent, face to face, he with the brilliant, slanting moon- beams full on his dark, handsome, uncovered head, and his piercihg. blye eyes pitilessly fixed on her stony face. Then the spellbroke; she drew one long breath, the light came back to her eyes, the natural hue to her face, and she' ~nerved herself to meet and dare the worst. She was one of those exceptional women who possess cou-' rage, that rises to battle back in the hour of danger. She opened thelgate and spoke. . "Simply for this reason-that Cap- tain O’Donnell recognized Miss Hern- castle at six o'clock last evening, as she stood upon the lawn reading the 'Battle of Fontenoyl'" ._ "No, madam, I encountered'you in the streets of a, very different city. I have an excellent memory toe faces. and though I may be puzzled to place them for a little, I generally come out right in the end." l “my w“ “woman mum“, b%rI mow. _ " " . WWV .. and though I may be puzzled to place’ . Doubly bolted, floublyb. barred, them for a little I generally come Missy Herncastle replipd, With a con- . . ' " F temptuous laugh "to keep out buts out ri,cht 111 the end, l, , a . iglars and ghosts, the two bugbears "I congratulate Captain O'Donnell ot. Sir Peter‘s life. Nevertheless, I on his excellent memory. And my face will get m. Good night, Captain'O'- puzzled you at first, did it? and you Donnell." She held out her .hand. have come out all right in the end?" I "I would rather you had not WNW" C "Carry- your memory back to the ed me, but you thought you were do- night of the theatricals at Scarswood, _ ing your duty, and I do not blame you. the night of my first appearing there. I Shall we cry quits. or' shall it be wot' T csnv vnn mini, (“119140fo f"otvrlsaxt and 1 to the knife?" T “Carry" your memory back to the night ofthe theatricalsat Searswood, the night ot my first appearing there. I saw you plat Charlotte Corday. and in common with all 1ortsentp'y1rrrhan- her ot enacting it electrified me. More, I knew immediately that I had seen you before, and in somewhat similar citrcun1stances. I asked who you ssqrd," and was told Lady Dangen- field's nursery governess. That non- plussed me-my recollections of you were altogether upreconcilable with were altogether the character tress. Then, tet your very fine WI U udcr -- - CHAPTER IV, the King's Oak ctio ning,- and the Irish Bled. Your [S of yet ble Wit'r predep. 1tlon I .born sur ou u T the ll v-”---”-”--------- -9 "Nothing to your discredit, if you have told Lady Dangerfield the truth. Bat baronets' wives rarely 1oolcdor their children's ‘instructresses in the person of a-New York actress." "Captain O'Donnelll" "Miss Herncastle!" And-then there was a pause, and for an instant how horribly thick and fast Miss Htrneastle's heart beat on- ly Miss Herricastlt-y ever knew. ivay house applauded to the echo, night after night, has some motive - a sinister one, in all Jikelihood:--in quitting her profession and coming to this house in the role of governess." "What your motive may be, I don't know-At is your ow11 business and in no way concerns, me. Unless," he paused -"unless, Miss Herncastle -." he said slowly. Miss Herncastle laughed - not a very natural-sounding laugh. "I don't undérstand you," she said; but in spite of all her great self-com- mand her voice sounded husky. "A New York actress. I never was in New York in my life. I am an Eng- lish woman, born gnd bred/' "Unless I find trouble of any kind coming of it. You are doing mischief already-do you know it? You have frightened two or three people into the belief that you are a ghost." "You knew me?" Miss Herncastle repeated, but her eyes were gleaming strangely now; "well, sir, vol know nothing to my discredit, I hope ?" It he would‘on1f take his eyes off her face, she thought her defiant spir- it would rise again. Bill: those power- tul blue eyes, keen as a knife, briggtr/ as steel, seemed to pierce her ve soul, and read all its falsehood there. "I regret Miss Hernqastle takes the trouble to make unnecessary state- ments," he said, coldly. "An English- woman, born and bred. , believe that. But as surely as we both stand here, I saw you six months ago on a New York stage-o-f the most opular actresses of that city." t "Poor. little Sir Peter! Is it my fault, Captain O'Donnell, that I re- semble some woman he has known, dead and in her grave?" "Perhaps not; I have not quite made up my mind how that is yet. Second clause---" he gave her a pierc- ing look; "ale you aware that Sir Ar- thur Tregenna is engaged-has been "Ah," Miss Herncastle said scorn- fully, "now we tread _ on delicate ground. Sir Arthur Tregenna is en- gaged ‘to Lady Cecil Clive, and Sir Arthur Tregenna has shown the de- spised nursery governess the .simple courtesy of a gentleman to a. gentle- woman. For, in spite of the New York acting and English teaching, I am that, sir! He ‘has kindly talked a little to Miss Herncastle, and the earl's daughter'deig‘ns to be jealous, with all her beauty, and birth, and breeding, of poor, lowly, plain me. And you Captain O'DonneH--you of all men-tell me of it." "And why not T, Miss Herncastle?” "Becauge," she iburst out passion- ately. "Lady Cecil] Clive may be en- gaged tOIfifty wealthy baronets, but she loves you! Ah, you feel that!" She laughed in a wild, reckless sort ot way. "She loves you, the soldier of fortune, the free companion, and will give Sir Arthur her hand at the altar, while her heart is in your keeping. And this is the dainty, the spotless, the proud Lady Cecil! What you are or have been to her in the past, you know best; but---I wonder if Sir Arthur does? He is a faithful friend and gallant gentleman. .Don’t you think, -Captain O’Donnell, my judge, my censor, that from your hands and hers he deserves better than that? We are at the park; may I go in? I am tired to death, walk- ing and talking. Has more got to be said, or shall we cry quits, and say good night?" ' “How will you get in?" he asked. "The doors and windows seem bolt- ed for the night." Haze of my mind was swept away. and I knew you. I repeat it, Miss Herncast1e---I knew you." castle pleases. Only I shou her to. discontinue those-nod its. She may get followed a by some one less discreet e myselffand the very strange issue from that mysterious be found out." , She caught her breath; engaged for Years-to Lad Ce il Clive?" y c She turned to him with a siitt, im- passioned gesture ot both hands, the- atrical perhaps, but real. He tou ched extended and “You heard- "I heard thre Miss HeincastL marrow who Ii tvoma Art » a 1i It shall be ,You will l, a very old little, just a ten ---. the ungloved hand she dropped it coldly. Whatever Miss Hern- Only I should advise nue those-nocturnal vis- get followed again, and less discreet eVen than a very strange cries that at mysterious dwelling rad in tl beg] I hm ‘littl ry unearth hall int that hm 2ath; she had n Hollow. ; house." t is an old 1ire man age. These moonlight nights affect her,and when her rheumatism twinges come on she cries out as you have heard her." He smiled as he listened. _"My, dear Miss Hemoastle," the chasseur replied, "we never apply that for'tible and impolite word to a lady. And now, as you seem tired and lest poachers andsgamekeepetms should see us, I think we had better mart. You are quite sure you can get in?" Beside his sunset pilgrimage lo that remote Castleford churchyard, the Scarswood 'baronet made other pil-. grimages to Castlerord, by no means so harmless.' In am out-of-the-way street of the town there stood a tall, white house, set in a garden off the highway, and looking the very pic- ture of. peace and prosperity. A gen- tleman named Dubourg was a most agreeable gentleman, Madame Du- hourg the most charming, most vivac- ions, and, when artistically made up for the evening, the prettiest of little women. Perhaps it was owing to the charnrof those agreeable people's so- ciety that so many officers ot the Castleford barracks, and so many of the dashing young country squires, frequented it. Or, perhaps-but this was a secret-perhaps it was owing to the unlimited loo and lansquenet, the ecarte and chicken-hazard you might indulge in between nightfall and sunrise. For lights burned be- hind those closed Venetians the short summer and the long winter nights through, and men sat silent and with pale faces until the rosy lances of sun- rise pierced the blinds, and the fall of the cards and the rattle of dice were the only sound to stir the sil- ence. Immense sums were stake/d, lit- tle fortunes were lost and won, and _men left haggard and ghastly in the gray dawn, with the cold dew stand- ing on their faces, or rode home flush- ed, excited. richer by thousands of pounds. The Castleford police kept their eye on thisopeacetul suburban retreat and the delightful Monsieur and Madame Dubourg, but as yet no raid had_been made. On the night then following Miss Herncastle‘s adventure, Sir Peter rode gaily homeward at a much earlier hour than usual,, the richer by six hundred pounds. He was in high good spirits-tor him; the night was lovely-bright as day and twice as beautiful. In his elation all his con- stitutional dread of ghosts, of "black spirits and white, blue spirits and gray," vanished, and he was actually trying to whistle a shrill little tune as he scrambled along. The clocks of Castleford, plainly heard in the still- ness, were striking twelve as the bare- pet entered his own domain and rode up the avenue. What was that? ‘His horse had shied so suddenly as nearly to throw him off. They were near a huge oak, called the King's Oak, from the legend that the young Pretender had once taken refuge there from his pursuers. Its great branches cast shadows tor yards around. And slowly out of those gloomy shadows-- a figure Came-a white figure, with streaming hair, and face upturned to the starry sky. All in white-trise ghostly garments-mo/ess, slow, it glided out and stood full in his path-. way. A passion for gambling had ever been latent in the 1)angertield blood. In the days of his poverty it had de- veloped itself in his continual buying of lottery tickets; in the days of his prosperity: at the gaming-table. In- sect-hunting might be his hobby- chicken-hazard was his passion. Of the sums he lost and won there Lady Dangerfield knew nothing; her apart- ments were in the other wings of Scarswood. Of the' unearthly hours of his return home no one knew but the head’groom, who sat up for him and took his horse, and was well paid for his silence and his service. As a rule, Sir Peter's losses and gains were pretty equal; he was‘an adept at chicken-hazard, and no more skilled gamester frequented the place. 1T. The bright, cold light of the moon shone full upon it, and he saw-the dead face ot Katherine Dangerfield! 1ratherineOhrngerfield! Not a doubt of it. Who should know the face bet- ter than he? as he used to see her long ago in her white dress and flow- ing hair. Katherine Dangerfield, with He sat frozen for a moment-frozen with a horror too intense for words or cry. Then the startled horse shied again, and a shriek rang out in the midnight stillness those who heard might never forget, The horse plung- ed madly forward, and there was the sound of a heavy tau. The groom, half-asleep at his post, rushed out; two or. three dogs barked loudly in their kennels. The groom rushed forward and seized the horse, quivering with affright. He was rider- less. At a little distance lay Sir Peter, face downward. an the dewy grass, like. a dead man. And.nothing else earthly or unearthly was anywhere to be seen. The groom echoed his master's cry as he stooped and lifted him up. He was senseless; he had struck his fore- head on a. stone, and was bleeding freely. It was an awfully ghastly face upon which the moonlight shone. ' The double alarm had been heard In five minutes another of the grooms, sleeping over the stable, came run- ning to the spot. v "T' maister hurt," groom number one explained; "been flung off his horse. Gi' us a hand here. my Ind. a face of stone upturned to the mid- night sky. Both suggestions we lady was summoned, , led and very peevish E ed in her "beauty slee They bore th form between t1 key in his pooh and carried him One or two of t ---the alarm was household, "Best tell my lady," so "and, Davis, hadn't thee Castleford for a surgeon and help us lift'] him into the house Ind what could sh "As in a Glass, Darkly " CHAPTER v, us a, hand he ', lift him 001) pocket, open him up to h of tr was he stark and blew them, found his n , to his own r servants appe eeding througi xt ' much in: d ll distuft ding tl ht fully asked. "Of what use was it sum- moning her?" All was confusion, servants stand- ing nonplused, my lady's only emot- ion, as she stood in her flowing white wrapper, gazing with much disfavor at the bleeding face and motionless figure, one of anger at being routed out. The groom had gone for the sur- geon; pending the surgeon's arrival, nothing seemed likely to be done. In the midst of the "confusion worse confounded" appeared upon the scene Miss Herncastle, also in a wrapper, alarmed by the noise, and carrying a night-lamp in her hand. (To be Continued) "He's caught a terrible--a terri- ble-" Doctor Penguin came with a green umbrella and a, big bag of pills. He listened' to little bear’s heart and he felt his pulse, then he shook his head and said: t _ A Little Bear Story Once upon a funny time a little polar bear went to sldep on top of an Eskimo's house and slept and slept and slept. Pshaw, it was tour days before he awoke and then he was stiff as' his great-grandfather Shagghair. Why he could hardly limp home and when Mother Polar Bear saw him snuftling into their big cold comfort- able snow house she threw up her paws and telephoned for Doctor Pen- guin. _ "What?" begged Mrs. Polar Bear; wringing her paws. "A terrible HOT!" rumbled Doctor wh, Penguin. F wh, "He must have been near a fire!" for Then all the family came and stood " FS2F,E72l Plan and (tudy Your Advertising Do Not Make It a Last Minute Job Should Enthuse on Advertising A Representative of the Charters Publish- ing Co. will giadly assist you in every possible way. Just phone or drop a card to our Brampton, Weston or Port Credit offices. C Advertising is not an expense, it is an invest- ment. That's an old saw now that sounds stale to the average merchant, he has heard it so mudh. But it is well to hammer it in a little, for there are still those who seem to look upon it as among the items classified as expense, even if it is not entered in the ledger under that heading. . It is a matter of mental classification, not one of bookkeeping that keeps the expense idea alive. When one has such flselings he cannot enthuse over the matter of advertising, and if there is one thing a business man should enthuse over it is the subject of advertising. But let us assume that those who read this article are enthusiastic and thoroughly alive to the possibilities and advantages of advertising. The first advice is to prepare the copy in plenty of time. It is always best to prepare your ads. at least two or three days in advance of the day of publication. Let us assume your ad. is to appear on Thursday; then make all preparations and have it ready for Tuesday. That means that you should write the ad. on Monday. _ _ - _ By this plan it gives more time for you to write the advertisement and more time for the printer. to set the ad. Neither good copy can be written nor a good ad. be set when done in a hurry. It will also be seen that interruptions can be attended to better by adopting this plan and by adopting this method than when one puts it off till the last minute. In fact there is everything in favor of this plan against the hurry-up way of writing ads., for it requires some thought to prepare copy for a convincing ad- vertisement that will pull. t , around little bear's bed and fanned him, and Mother Polar Bear put a. cake of ice on his feet and pretty soon, that is. in about three days, he was nice and cold again. But after that he never went to sleep over warm ovens because he didn't want to watch any more colds-ps/v, I mean hot. Never be afraid of confessing ig- norance. A child thoroughly respects the answer: "I don't know accurately enough to tell you correctly: let us look it up together." This is where father can be brought in with effect. even iflhe is mu'ch away and very busy, for a child can soon learn in confidential talks with mother that father would' be just as much inter- ested, just as anxious to help and just as good or perhaps a better adviser, if only he were there. Then, when- A New Idea ABi‘itish gunner, who had SttCCCSS- fully passed a blacksmith’s course, was home on furlough wearing the hammer and pincers on his arm, when he was accosted by a civilian, who asked what the decoration was "Oh," r replied Tommy _-’_____________________i, in ul v _ vwmmwmw' 0 wwxgggw ti. -. --eV _ ----__-" ___ --ce A, -"' w, v-." -___ _ " ---Shoe and Leather Journal. “hero He Found It A bashful curate found the young ladies in the parish too helpful. At last it became so embarrassing- that he left. _ Not long afterwards he met .the curate who had succeeded him. "Well." he asked, "how do you get on with the ladies?" "Oh, very well indeed," said the " see," said the civilian. “Of course the pincers are for extracting teeth. But what is the idea, of tho hammer?" "Well, you see, it's 1ike,this, Some of the chaps are a bit nervous, so we use the hammer and chloroform them," was the reply. army dentist! other. '" you know "Ahl" was the instant rebly only found it in Exodus!" _ Futhercrnft is the latest addition to the things a young man of the twen- tieth century should know. Too much attention is being; paid to the mother's influence, say our educationalists of to-day, while the father is allowed to get the idea that it doesn't' matter much what he does, is his influence is negligible. Well, our Jewish friends have always taught the equal respon- sibility of father and mother, and they are Justly proud of the very small per- centage of their children and young people who go astray, or who are born defective. By all means let us put Fathercraft among; the "things a fellow should know." _ may well indeed," said the There is safety in numbers 3173' n it ti lil j','i'j',i1li'i, my. {ME} I 1ili H if} I