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I WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY IS Life Advertising Life is a matter of advertising. It is so: consciously or unconsciously. I C In walking down the street, at luncheon, at the club, in discussion, you advertise the fact that you are (at least) alive. Nowadays type and paper in the form of the local daily newspaper advertising can he used to present with conviction the most con- venient facts about, or nature of, the goods you have to sell. The merchant who takes advantage of Weekly Newspaper advertising can intern; the people-every week-that his store is alive with opportunities for the buyer. Ad- ’Vertising is life-the steam coal of salesman- ship. The treatment is simple; the bask ele- ments of the prescription are Persistency and Regularity. _ The formula is freely at the' command of every one. The dose is a matter of individ- ual judgment. THE CONSERVATOR, Brampton THE TIMES & GUIDE, Weston THE EXPRESS, Mount Dennis THE) NEWS, Port Credit THE ADVERTISER, Mimico and New Toronto Every act and word is an advertisement. HARTERS PUB. CO. Bramptea Mice --.. Plume li) C. T. CHARTERS , Reston Wise -- Plume 26 S. WELSGN Make Your Busi- ness a Better Bus- iness by the use of our publications. Publishers C) 23, 1921 LEMETED JM--- V A thorough good fellow, he de- served every bit of success he had attained. The son of a struggling barrister, he had graduated, then joined the army, afterward becoming an anonymous contributor to a new Scotch review, edited by the disting- uished critic, Mr. Goring. Having' turned his attention to novel-writing in combination with soldiering,' he had made a. brilliant success with his first book, which had been increased by each other that had been issued. On both sides of the Atlantic the news- papers were full of paragraphs re- garding his sayings and doings, many of the writers being fond of alluding to him as "one of Mr. Goring's young men," and for the past three years he had been recognized as one of cthe leading "younger novelists," whose wondrous insight into the complexities and contradictions of woman's nature had earned for him a world-wide reputation. John Bethune, known as the "sol- diem-novelist," was a handsome well- built fellow, about thirty-two, with dark hair, a carefully-trimmed mus- tache, and a pair of Terry brown eyes that were an index to the genuine bonhomie which was the chief trait of his character. Though he enter- tained none of the idiosyncrasies or eccentricities of dress common to many writers, he was, although a smart officer, nevertheless a true Bohemian-always gay and light- hearted, and the most popular man in his regiment. As he chatted about the woman to whom he had become engaged I ex- pressed genuine satisfaction at his announcement. The Honorable Dora Stretton, although sister of the Count- ess of Fyneshade, one of the smartest women in England, was altogether sweet and adorable, with a. winning mannor and a face voted pretty wherever she appeared. She hated town life; for, being a splendid horse- woman, she loved all outdoor sport, and was never so happy as when riding with the Fitzwilliam Pack or driving her spanking bays over the broad level Lincolnshire highways. Outwardly she was a smart woman of to-day, but, as 'her‘childhood's friend, I knew that beneath the tightly-laced Parisian corset and the' veneer that she was compelled to assume there beat a true heart that yearned for the honest love of a man. So I congratulated Jack, explaining how Blatherwycke, old Lady Stret- ton's estate in Northamptonshire, joined that of my father, and how Dora, her sister Mabel, now Countess of Fyneshade, and myself had known each other ever since the time when our nurses gossiped. Cjuel-tongued scandalmongers had said that her ladyship, finding her estates impo- verished on the death of her husband, the Viscount, gave Mabel in marriage to the Earl of Fyneshade, a widower nearly twice her age, in exchange tor a service he rendered her by paying off a certain mortgage upon the "property; but be that how it might, Dora had five thousand a year in her own right, and this, together with Jack's fair income from his royahties, would suffice to keep them in com- fort, if not in affluerce. "I had heard that Dora was likely to become the wife of yqung Lord Pendleton," I observed at last. "Yes," he answered in a low tone. her la‘dyship is simply furious be- cause Dora and I love each othef. "Don't mention it to anybody, but she had set her mind on her daughter marrying a peer." "Then you havn't yet obtained her ladyship’s consent yet?" V "No. We love each other, and Dora says she intends to marry me, there- fore we have agreed to defy the maternal anger." . _ "Quite right, old chap,". I said. "Under such circumstances you are justified. Besides, knowing the un- happiness in the Fyneshade menage, Dora is not likely to marry anybody she does not love.” 'ap-Af----'-"-"""'""-"" - 7 - "us""-"""-""""""""""""" mnmun-InuuuummIIInun-InunIn":unnnmuumlnun-nun"nu-nunnun-muuunuumuunmmmnnnmnunullununmnumum "True," he said. Then, tossing his cigarette into the grate, he rose, and declaring he had a business appoint- ment that was imperative, he strug- gled into his overcoat and grasping my hand in adieu, said: ‘llllllllllllllllllllllllllllIllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllIlltllllllllllllllIllIllIIIIIII||||IIIIIIIIIIIKIIlllllllllIlIIIlllIlllIIIlllllllllllllllllllllnllllllll'lllllllllllll - - - _ _ _ _--------------- "You seem confoundedly glum to- day. Shake yourself up, old fellow. We shall soon be hearing of your marriage!" "My marriage'."" gasped, Starting. His jovial words cut me to the quick, They had an ominous meaning. "My marriage!” "Yes," he said. “We shall soon be hearing all about it." "Never, I hope-never." _ _ "Bah! I was ot the same mind until a month ago. Some day you, like myself, will discover one woman who is not a coquette. Ta-ta for the present," and he strode out, whistling a gay air, and leaving me alone with my bitter sorrow. Once or twice during our conver- sation I had been sorely tempted to disclose the whole circumstances and seek his advice, but I had hesitated. He was perhaps too full of his newly- found joy to trouble himself over my grief, and after all he might consider me a fool for allowing myself to be- come fascinated by a mere chance- met acquaintance about whom I knew absolutely, nothing, and whose princi- pal efforts were directed toward en- veloping herself in an impenetrable veil of mystery. No, I resolved to preserve my own secret and act upon the plans I had already formulated. (Continued From Lass Week) "I had been pale tor years, lacked ambition, had no interest in life and generally felt as. though I could not drag through. one day to another." Then I started taking VITAL, the great blood and nerve remedy. J1fhe result was almost miraculous. With- in a few days I noted an improve- ment. Before long color returned to my face, my blood became richer as VITAL gave it nourishment and the light-hearttdness and energy I was accustomed to in my youth, return- ed, To-day "nerves" are no longer a factor in my life.” MIME?! ISSUES Such are the testimonials VITAL has earned. If you are in a. general run-down condition be wise, do not delay, secure a. box of Vital at once. "tdee, 50 cts a box at all druggists. For Sale by C. R. MAG. FRANK STATEMENF At noon I roused myself and start- ed forth on the first stage of a seargh after truth, a search which I swore within myself I would not relinquish until I had learned Sybil's true his- tory; now, I had resolved to make the elucidation of the mystery of her tragic end the one object in my lite. It occurred to me that from the police I might at least ascertain her name and the nature of the informa- tion upon which the warrant had been issued, therefore I walked to New Scotland Yard and sought audi- ence of the Chief of the Criminal In- vestigation Department. For half an hour I aired my heels in a bare and cheerless waiting room at the end of Appeared personally, Sybil Hennik- er, spinster of 4 Hereford Road, Bayswater, and prayed tor a special hiccnse for the soiemnization of mat- rimony Between her and Stuart Ridgeway, bachelor, of 49 Shaftes- bury Avenue, London, and made oath that she believed that there is no int- pediment of kindred or alliance, or any other lawful case, nor any suit commenced in any Ecclesiastical Court to bar or hinder the proceed- ings of the said matrimony according to the tenor of such License. Sworn before me: JOHN HASSARD, . (Registrar). The special license had, it appear- ed, been granted on the following day, but the clerk said the applicant had been seen by his colleague, now ab- sent. _ a long stone corridor on the first floor, until at last a secretary enter- ed with my card and an intimation from the Chief that he regretted he had "no information to give on the subject." Argument with the secretary Prov- ed 11navailing, therefore I left, feeling that I could hope for no assistance from the police. C. Feeling that at least I should know the whereabout of the strange com- pany who held in their charge the lifeless form of the woman I loved, I drove rapidly to Bayswater, but when. the cab turned from West- bourne Grove into Hereford Road and I saw that the house for which I was searching was a small tobac- conist, my heart sank within me. TIMES & GUIDE, WESTOI‘ I alighted and made inquiry of the shopkeeper, but she knew of no young lady named Sybil, nor any per- son named Henniker. Once again then I was foiled, for the address she had given in the affidavit was false! For hours I drove aimlessly about the streets and Squares lying between Praed Street and Oxford Street, vaguely looking for a house that I had never distinctly seen, until at last it grew dark; then cold and 1vear- ied I returned to my chambers. As day succeeded day I continued my search, but could not grasp a single certainty. At Somerset House I could discover no facts regarding either the marriage or the death, advertisements which I inserted in various newspapers inquiring for the cabman who drove nie home on the fatal morning elicited no' reply, and a letter to the Archbishop of Canter- bury only brought an answer from his secretary stating that His Grace was absent on the Continent. _ Jack Bethuhe dropped in to see me daily, and pestered me with in- quiries regarding the cause of my gloominess, but little did he imagine that I had been engaged through a whole fortnight in searching patient- ly and methodically the registers of the great metropolitan cemeteries. To Kensal Green, Highgate, Abney Park, Nunhead, Dulwich, Brompton, Nor- wood, Crystal Palace, Lee and else- where I went, alwaytrsearching for the names of Sybil Henniker or Sybil Ridgeway. This investigation proved long, and, alas! futile. I could obtain no clew whatever; all trace of her had been so carefully hidden as to defy my vigilance. Cemetery Company that I found in the register an entry ot an interment At last, however, a month after that fatal night and just when the prospect of misery which my future offered seemed too terrible for endurance. I suddenly made a discovery. It was in the London Office of the Woking on the second day following the nrid- night ceremony, of "Sybil Ridgeway, wife of Stuart Ridgeway, of 49 Shaft- esbury Avenue." The address whence the body was removed was not given, but I Was not long in finding, by-aid of the cemetery-keeper’s plan, away in a tar corner of the ground a newly- made grave. Overcome with emotion I stood be- tore it in the fast-falling wintry twi- light and saw lying upon the mound of brown earth a magnificent wreath of white immortelles. Attached to it was a limp visiting-card. Eagerly I took it up and inspected-it. Upon it, traced in ink that had her come blurred and halt-ettaced by the rain, there appeared some words. As I read them they seemed to glow in letters of mi; they held me spell- bound. ' I lost courage to pursue my cold calm reasonable deductions; a kind of hallucination came upon me-a men- tal picture of her tragic end-and I felt my reason reel. . A vertigo of terror had seized me, as though the awful breath of destiny swept over.my brow. CHAPTER V THE TOUCH OF A VANISHED HAND The card secured to the great wreath was my own-the one I had given ‘Sybil. on the first evening we met in the Casino Garden-but the words written upon it amazed me. 1 stood breathless, dumbfounded, hold- ing it between my trembling fingers utterly unable to realize the truth. A portion of the writing upon it was in a Well-formed, fashionable feminine hand, the remainder in a heavy ealigraphy totally different. The rains had rendered the writing “From your heartbroken husband ---Stuart." Then, turning it over, I read in a distinctly feminine hand the strange exhortation: "Seek and you may find." What did it mean? Was it arr ac- tual message to me from the grave? Did it not appear like a declaration from my dead love herself that some mysterious crime had been commit- ted, and that she had left its elucida- tion in my hands? I became lost in bewilderment. faint and brown, yet in the fast tall- ing gloom I was enabled to decipher that one side bore the inscription: The inscription, purporting to be written by myself, was not in my handwriting, and I was puzzled to divine its meaning. That it had been penned at a date prior to the myster- ious Woman‘s words appeared certain, as the lines were almost obliterated. Yet, on reflection," saw that this fact might be, accounted for if that side of the card had been uppermost, and thus more exposed. But the mysterious words, "seek and you may find," were written in a different ink, upon which the action of the weather had had but little_etTect. The exhor- tation stood out plainly before my wondering eyes. By whose hand had it been traced? T True, it was not addressed Det'Son- ally to me, yet so ominous were the words that I could not rid myself of the conviction that they were meant as an appeal to me. IVhy the wreath had been so care- fully placed upon the grave, as if it were a tribute from myself, was an inscrutable mystery; and the five firmly-written words on the reverse of the card contained a mystic mean- ing that I could not follow. T For a long time I remained there until night closed in and the wintry mists gathered, then, detaching the card and placing it in my pocket-book I wended my way between the white, ghostly tombs toward the cemetery gate, plunged deep in thought. Suddenly, as I turned a corner sharply, I came face to face with an ill-dressed man, who had apparently been lurking behind a great marble monument. In the gloom I could not distinguish his features, and, as he turned and walked in the opposite direction, I concluded that he was a gravedigger or gardener, so dismissed the incident from my mind. Yet half an hour later, while waiting on the platform of Woking StatiOn, a. man who passed beneath a lamp gave me a swift, inquisitive look. His strange expression attracted my attention, and as I turned and watched his retreat- ing figure it seemed familiar. Then I remembered. It was the same, in- dividual who had apparently been watching my movements beside Syto- il’s grave. Was he "shadowinp"' me? - Again I passed him, but he was wary and bent, feigning to eagerly scan a time-table, thereby hiding his features. Nevertheless, before the train arrived I managed by means of a. ruse to obtain an uninterrupted view of his pale, sad-looking coun- tenance. . At first I was prompted to any proach him boldly and demand the reason he watched my actions; but, on reflection, I became convinced that my suspicions were groundless, and that, after all. henvas merely a lonely mourner like myself. Perhaps he, too, had come from London to visit the last resting-place of some dearly loved friend; perhaps, even while I viewed him with unjust sus- Picton,, he had actually been sympa- thizing with me. , No, I felt certain that my apprehensions were absurd, and that the man had no sinister mo- tive. Alone in my room some hours lat- er, I placed the card carefully in the fender to dry, and sat smoking and thinking over the strangely ominous words upon it. I could not rid myself of the con- viction that my well-beloved had been the victim of foul play. The words, "Seek and you shall 'find,” rang tor- ever in my ears; yet in face of the declaration ot the doctor I had no proof that murder had actually been committed. I could discover no re- port of an inquest having been held, and as the police had declined to as- sist me, I knew that I must work single-handed, and unaided. Noticing that the) card was now dry I knocked the ashes from my pipe, then, slowly steeping. picked it up. I turned it over to Ive-read the mys- terious words of entreaty; but a cry of abject dismay escaped me when, next second, I found the back of the card a perfect blank. On that side n!ot a trace of writing remained! Presently it Occurred to me that by again damping it the mysterious en- treaty might be rendered visible; and, taking the ewei' that Saunders had placed beside the tantalus stand, I dipped the precious document in Tira- ter. For half an hour I alternately wetted it and carefully dried it with my handkerchief, but all effort to re- store the writing proved unavailing. The surface became rubbed by con- tinued immersions, but the words had utterly vanished as it by magic. / Indecd, some hours afterward I actually found myself doubting if I had ever actually seen those strange The puzzling, mystic sentencejad faded! The words had been wholly obliterated as by some unseen hand. ""o"r""or-trr"trrtt""""""o"rt"" Lesson Text,-- Mat. 25: 14-30. (Read Mat. 25: 31-46; Lu. 19: 11-27; Rom. 12: 1-8; 1 Pet. 4: 10.) Tim,e,--Monday, April 3, A. D. 30. Piace,-Mount of Olives. Exposition,-1. What the Servants Did Durir‘g Their Lord's Absence, 14- 18. Lesson IX. February 27, 1921. REWARDS 0F FarTHFULNESS Golden Text,---) done, good and faithful servant; thou has been faith- ful over a few things, I wil make thee _ruler over many things. Mat. 25: 23. The chief point of likeness be- tween this and the proceeding parable is that there was an un- readiness for the Lord's return in each, but in the former parable the failure was in inward life (lack of abiding supplies of the Holy Spirit); in this parable the failure is in neglect of opportunities to use the gifts received. The "man going into another country" is Jesus Christ. The other country is heaven (Jno. 14: 2- 6). At His going He bestowed gifts upon His disciples (Eph. 4: 8, 1_1, 12; 1 Pet. 4: 10). These gifts are' "his goods," or "things belonging to Him." "His own servants (bond servants)" i are all His disciples, considered ast, His purchased property and working for Him. The talents represent the gifts of the Spirit (Rom. 12: (l-8; 1 Cor. 12: 4, 8, 11, 28; Eph. 4: 8-11). He did not give the same amount to all, but varied the gifts according to the several ability of each servant to use. No servant was left without a gift. The least sum mentioned is one talent ($1,200). The most poorly gift- ed servant of Christ has enough given 1 him to do something with. Receiving" larger gifts involves larger ttsponsi- bility (Lu. 12: 48). The talents were given not tor the personal benefit of the recipient, but to use for the Lord (of. 1 Cor. 14: 12; 2 Cor. 1: 4). If we use our gifts for our own private ad- vantage we are guilty of embezzle- ment of trust funds. The man receiv- ing the five talents increased them by using them. We can trade with our talents by using them in labors for Christa Cor. 15: 10; 1 Ti. 6: 17, 18; 2 Pet: 1: 5-10; Cor. 14: 12). The man with the two talents also traded with them and succeeded proportion- ately as ‘well as the man with five. The one talent man was afraid of los- ing what he had and hid it instead of using it. It isrnot only one talent men who do this, but the temptation to do it is peculiarly strong with one talent men. They are tempted to think "It I had five talents there would be some use in trying to do something; but what is the use of trying to do any- thing with only one talent?" - When your grocer sells you a package of Red Rose Tea (Crimson Label) at 30 cents he makes a little less profit than if. he sold you a package of cheaper tea. The extra price is all in the quality. . D II.“ What Their Lord Did Upon His Return, 19-30. The coming of their Lord repre- sents the return of our Lord. When He returns He will make a reckoning with us (Mat. 16: 27; 1 Cor. 4: 5; il Cor. 5: 10). Every one of us shall words, and wondering whether,vafter all, they were not a mere chimera of my disordered imagination. So strangely ominous were they that I could not help feeling a trifle uncer- tain that they had actually existed, and I remember that, as I sat brood- ing over my sorrow, I feared lest I had been the victim of one of those strange hallucinations which I had heard were precursory to insanity. Twice I visited' the grave of my dead love, but inquiries of the cem- etery-keeper elicited no clew. Times without number I felt prompted to explain the strange circumstances to Jack Bethune; but always hesitated, deeming silence the best course. Whether this secrecy regarding my hcart-sorrow was beneficial to my in- terests I cannot say; but the occur- rence of at least one incident caused me self-congratulation that my friends were unaware ot the strange drama that wrecked my happiness and overshadowed my life. It is, alas! true, as Francois Coppee has said: "Pour 1e me1anchinicrue, le soleil se couche deja 1e matin." One night Jack dashed into my chambers and carried me off to a. re- ception at the house of John Thack- well, the well-known Lancashire mil- lionaire, at Hyde Park Gate. He would hear no excuse, for Dora was to be there, and he pointed out that I had not congratulated her upon her engagement. This fact induced me to accompany him; but, truth to tell, I had only once before accepted Thack- well's hospitality, and on that ocCa- sion had been terribly bored. This Week's S.S. Lesson 70 acres of hardy Ornamental Tre.es, Shrubs, Evergreens and: Perennials. Plants for Hedges and Windscreens. _ g Sheridan SHERIDAN, ONT. Send for Catalogue have a part in that reckoning (Rom. 14: 12). ff we are true believers we shall not be judged as to whether we are saved or not, that is already set- tled (Jno. 5: 24); but we shall be judged as to our reward (1 Cor. 3; 13-15). The Lord is represented as coming back “after a long time." This was said because many expected that His kingdom was immediately to appear (Lu. 19: 11). It has now been "a long time." The five talent man presented himself first to the Lord. He was not afraid to come. There was a tone of exultation in his words. We too may so live as to have no fear in the day of His coming and of judge- ment (1 Jno. 2: 28; 4: 16, 17). The servants said, "f have gained other five talents." In the parable of the pounds the servant says, thy pound hath gained ten pounds" (Lu. 19: 16). The two’statements set forth two dif- ferent sides of the truth (cf. 1 Cor. 15: 10; Jno. 15: 5; ICor, 3: 9: Gal. 2: 20). The Lord's answer was in it- self abundant reward, "Well done, good and faithful servant." It was his fidelity, not his success, that His master praised. But praise was not all he got, he was given enlarged op- portunity and authority (cf. Lu. 12: 44; 22: 29; Rev. 2: 2fi; 3; 21; 21: 7; 2 Ti. 2: 12). But even this was not all, then was added the wonderful word, “Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.” Leighton says. "Here a few drops of joy enter into us, there we enter into joy as vessels set in a sea, of glory." "The joy of the Lord" is the joy the Lord Himself has (cf. PS. 36: 8). Next comes the two talent man and his report is glad and con- fident. He received the same praise and the same joy, for he had been in his measure faithful as the other (of. 2 Cor. 8: 12). The one talent man held back, but he had to come at last. He, too, called his-Master, "Lord," but he had not treated him as such (Lu. 6: 46). He said he "was afraid: that is not the spirit ot true service (Rom. S: 15; 2 Ti. I: 7). He tried to shift the blame of his failure upon his Lord. Thus all faithless servants act. It did not lessen his guilt to sian- der his Master. He did not really know his Lord, though he said he did. False notions about God lie at the bottom of careless and frightened and unsuccessful service. The Lord exposes the folly of his excuse, and shows the real trouble in five words, "Thou wicked and slothful servants." He was condemmed out of his own mouth. His talent is taken away and he cast into outer darkness, with its awful agony and important rage, and all because He was 'tunprofitable" (useless). To be dammed one need not do ill, he need only-be useless. His talent is given to one who has already ten talents; and Jesus ex- plains that the one who uses' what he has will get more, and the one who, neglects to use what he has will lose even that (v. 30). This principle runs through life. A" - Thackwell had risen from a card- ing-hand to be sole proprietor of the extensive Globe Mills, at Oldham, and a dozen other great spinning mills in the neighborhood of Manchester. This Lancashire Cotton King was bluff, honest and unassuming, and still retained all the peculiarities of the dialect of his youth. He had, tried to enter the gate of society by the Parliamentary pathway; but the electors of Bury had returned a young sprig of the aristocracy by a narrow majority, notwithstanding the fact that the Cotton King had built a fresh wing to one of the hospitals and presented the town with a Free Library. In chagrin, he had come to London, bought one of the finest mansions overlooking Hyde Park/and was now endeavoring to enter the charmed circle by entertaining all and sundry on a scale lavish even for millionaires. Although the bluff old bachelor was fond of placing his 'CLP." ptter his name,. dropping his "H's" and refer- ring on inopportune occasions to the fact that when a lad he had assisted to build the great Globe Mills by car- rying hods of mortar up a. ladder, he was, nevertheless, popular among a certain set. Many scheming and im, pecunious mothers with titles and marriagable daughters' coveted his wealth, and it was no secret. that sev- eral of the men registered in "Deb- rett," who “looked in" at his monthly functions, were indebted to him for financial assistance. Nurseries, (To be continued next week.) PAGE THREE