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She thought she would do some work as a surprise for her aunt, After pushing the things to the back of the fable, she fetcned an enamel bowl from the scullery.sink. Oh, it was eold in the scullery! Even the stone floor was slippery, and ice stood on the top of the bucket of drinking water, The grandfather clock, which stood in a corner with its head and foot sawn offâ€"the room was very lowâ€" suddenly gave a loud whir and struck three times. â€"It was ten o‘clock. Marâ€" garet Ann started and gulped, and her glance went involuntarily to a flowerâ€" ed text hanging a little crookedly above the mantleshelf. The lit"?s girl began to feel sad:. The breakfast things were still lying en the table, her mather‘s blueandâ€" white cup and saucer, and her own pink mug. There was a jar of Jam with a frilled paper hanging from it, en which was, written ‘"Rasp. and Goose, July 15.". Although she was full, she could not resist dipping a teaspoon once in the jamâ€"jar and Jicking off the halfâ€"sweet, halfâ€"sour stuff. f The cat twisted its head, clawed at her cloth frock, and then made the sound "Wew" in a tiny, resigned voice. "Let‘s go look for auntie," said the girl, in her own clear, childish tones. She lifted up the cat and made it look through the window for a long time. It was freszingly cold there, and the cat kept trying to get back to the warmth of the fire. There was no sign of auntie, and the snow was bl{)wing faster, almost blotting out the two melancholy, leafless willow trees at the bottom of the garden. . The child was alone in the cottage, except for a small, halfâ€"grown black eat. She felt proud and important, being left in charge even for an hour. She sat on a low chair in front of the fire, talking to the cat, which she had picked up and seated forcibly on her knee. f "Pussy Allison,‘ she said in a loud gruff voice, "this is my house, and E‘m your mother now." Snow began to fall, not in soft, patâ€" terned particles that clung to the winâ€" dowâ€"pane, but in sharp, stinging fragâ€" ments that hissed down the wind, and made the â€"bitter day more bitter yet. The sky was leaden and low; every living thing was out of sight. The mother opened the inner door and stepped out into the stone porch. The cold was bitter, and wind swept in through the cracks. â€" The little girl shivered and backed into the warmth of the kitchen. When the outer door wasâ€"opened,.a cutting .blast biew in, rushed about, and took the heated air with it up the chimney. ~The path rang hard as iron beneath her mothâ€" er‘s feet; She gave a loud shudder as she pushed the door shut, and blew en her chilled hands,. Then she ran to the window and waved until her mother wasâ€"out of sight. f 3. She felt hastily in her pocket to see that her pursé was still safe, and mov: ed her chin above the unaccustomed, crepeâ€"smelling scarf. Nowâ€" that she was quite ready her mind filled with all the things she had ‘been going to do. She was breathing loudly and mervously, and looking round ‘the kitâ€" chen with bright, quickâ€" moving eyes. How hateful it was to leave home, to go to Oxenthorp, to think of the sadness, the eating, the washingâ€"up, the coming ‘conversation about.the dead Sarah! : The child looked at her in astonishâ€" ment, then said, breathlessly: "If you don‘t go, mother, you‘ll miss the bus." It seemed as if the bubble of the moâ€" ment had held together too long, and that something must break it. ‘The mother stood in front of a small eorkâ€"framed mirror, pursing her lips and lifting her chin as she wrapped a long black scarf two or three times round her neck before tying it, She had put on a couple of coats and a shawl, and two extra flannel skirts, as well as two pairs of stockings and some goloshes. She was going to a funeralâ€"that‘ of her late husband‘s sister, at Oxenthorpâ€"and had made up her mind that she would keep herâ€" self warm. She was not yet forty, but she was quite convinced that one funoral made many, and did not want to be the next victim of that mysteriâ€" ous and inexorable thing, death. "Don‘t break the teapot," she said, in rather an angry voice. Her expression was worried and préeâ€" eccupied, as she had an arduous jourâ€" ney before her. She finished tying the scarf, and said: "There now, I think that‘s all. â€"Pass my umbrella, Margaret Ann." "Remember, Aunt Annie‘ll be here in an hour, but if she shouldn‘t turn up till dinnerâ€"time, be careful of everyâ€" thing. Tell ‘er the soup‘s ready in the oven, it‘s thickened, and the ‘taties are in and all. There‘ll.be nought for ‘er to do beyond wash up, and you can ‘elp ‘er. Now be a good lass, and heed your auntie. You can fetch the milk at a quarter to five, and I a‘ll be‘ back as soon as I can get away. Ee, dear, I wish L ‘adn‘t to go." %*WM J“-: A mother was giving last instrueâ€" tions to her daughter before going out into the bhowling wind «c a grey winâ€" ter‘s day. â€". 4â€"0â€"1â€"1â€"0â€"0:0â€"0â€"}â€"4 4â€"0â€"0â€"0â€"0â€"0â€"2â€"0â€"4â€"2â€"0â€"0â€"0â€"0â€"0â€"2â€" There was hot water in a boiler The Lonely One ISSUE No. 1â€"‘3l1 By Malachi Whitaker Fine snow had drifted into the porch at last; the child made a footprint in it before she opened the door. She had difficulty in shutting the heavy Soon after four o‘clock, she made herself ready to go for the milk. Here was a change. She got her cap and coat and scarf, her woolien gloves and her gaiters, She wondcored whether to take the cat beneath her coat, but the cat seemed to divine her intention, and hid itself out of sight. Then she got the shiny b.own milk jug with the lid over it, and sat waiting until it was time to go. There was no senso in blowing. out the light or locking the door; nobody would come near On a night like this. _ The little girl kept watching the clock, counting the seconds as they were ticked out. When it became really dark, she lit the lamp and sat down again to. read fairy tales to the cat, holding it tight so that she could keep her hands warm. The cat was angry and uncomfortable ,and sprang away as soon as it could, so she put her hands under her armpits, and kept on reading aloud in a flat, metallic voice from "Thc Tinder Box." ‘ But nobody came. The woman must have been a stranger, or somebody from the next village. As soon as she realized that nothing fresh was to hapâ€" pen, that the woman had passed, the child sat down in front of the fire and cried a little, pouting her lips and narâ€" rowing her eyes, but very few tears came. Her mother was far away and her auntie had forgotten her. Forâ€" gotten her! Yes, that was better. One real tear fell down her left cheek, and another stood in the corner of her right eye. Darkness. drew in early, and with it came a cold still more intense. â€" It was difficult, almost impossible, to keep warm. All the heat from the fire seemed to go up tthe chimney, inâ€" stead of coming out into the room. If you sat so near that smoke went up from your dress front, your elbows and your back were frozen. 1 The little girl ran downstairs, ready to open the door. She stood behind it, excited and happy. Should she hide, and make Aunt Annie look for her, or should she jump out and say "Boo!" No, she would be a good little girl, and say, "Good afternoon, auntie, have you had your dinner?" gulckliy, and evéfgr turned" over the bed, Réfore looki window again. . Somebody was strugsling along the roadâ€"a woman, with an umbrella be: hind her back. Surely it was her aunt at last, For some seconds there was a lull in the storm, and the figure strode along a little faster. Why didn‘t she wave? Margaret Ann thought per: haps she had got some snow ‘down her neck; she looked as stiif as a bobbing doll. f â€" In the bedroom, She about and sing sadly "Snow,snow faster, Wt killing geeso in SCC feathers here.‘" She When her soup was | her basin and spoon . into the scullery. No a washingâ€"up for that. . that the snow would pile of:the ‘door, so that she it away. ‘But instead ots snow blew away from t as though it 'mtende(_ig place bleak and bare. S ed that she had promise not to go outside except: and wondered if the 1 would ‘be snowed up at five. o ® She went upstairs and. make the bed. But ‘she C ened it, without turning C tress over, She knew tha wouldâ€"reâ€"make it, yet sh haps be glad that Margal The bed felt both cold and it possible that she would I beside her mother tonight and warm, except for the: nose? The night before it so chilly that when she st@ her hand her mother‘s h’fi cold as a dead bird‘s feath She wished that the bour. Although there tages standing togeth« was a the moment em it would ‘be. to talk to for five minutes! Sh At twelve o‘cloc alone, so she got a be board and, carefully. door, ladled out sor self and some for t at opposite sides of ping daintily, The c to hum a tune, and she could do all the aunt did not come. . What could she the fire, played wi aloud to it from a p few minutes she y the window, but to be seen beyond | ed willows and the which was alread the wall of the coa space immediately tage was clear. It that as soon asâ€" everything would b time would pass q by the fireside, and carrieq sol to her bowl, ; a threeâ€"legged ; ed the breakfa immediately pe Each time she water they itch glad to dry then were done ang use ~emptying sink, ag the 0r so she left it in in ;tel’, Whlte & in _ Scotlan â€" She jun t of the rended eading Every out of othing dâ€"lashâ€" snow, gainst gh the ie cotâ€" > child rrived, nd the appily. ; still p one mberâ€" aother milk, world ter to _oven r herâ€" y sat y lapâ€" pping what neighâ€" o cotâ€" them good , just he lid g can up on washâ€" hands yelled. of the e was things as no took .cat‘s aking ished front hovel ), the pace, ed to lightâ€" matâ€" other ‘perâ€" tried. Was ' aping' snug t Ker | _ the ozen, ter, ling ore ult her out as mp She set off bravely down the road, towards the farm, and as she walked, she thought about the farmer, Mr. Jepson. He lived alone, rarely speakâ€" ing to anybody except the dairyman who came morning and evening to collect the milk. The little girl wantâ€" ed to talk to somebody, as she had been silent so long, and she thought ! of all the things she would say to Mr. IJepson. She would tell him about Aunt Annie not coming. He liked to héar her talk about Aunt Annic. He iwould angswer: "Is she, now?"‘ or "Does she, now?‘ in reply, and once !he had said, "That‘s grand red hair | your auntie‘s got.‘ R A The way home seemed endless, and snow began to cake in } ~d lumps on her boot heels, making her progress still slower. Unheeded, little trickles of milk ran down the jug sides. Was there nothing else in the world but the cold, the snow, the wind, and the darkness? She began to make little whimpering noises, yet she plodded on, pressing the milkâ€"jug tight beâ€" tween her numbed hands. And the whole of her small spirit resolved itâ€" self into the determination to keep struggling on at all costs, to go forâ€" ward step by step; as if by so doing she would be rewarded in some way undreamed of up to. now. She‘ thought of the cows, of the way they moved their thin hind legs, slipâ€" #lopping in and out of the gutter: of the unbearable heat that rose from their bodies and almost pressed you backwards. And as she fastened the stiff door, she felt that it would be very nice indeed to warm her hands on a cow. She felt angry with Mr. Jepson for being out. He would have left the milk in a can for her inside the milK house, where ‘the eooler was. It would be so hard to pour the milk from the can to the jug, in the dark, and so cold, too; but Mr. Jepson did not like her to take the can. ‘"The shelf was high, and there were always things in the way, but in spite of her chilled hands, she managed to make the transference. Through the darkâ€" ness, she heard the sound of moving animals,. Thero were all the cows, warm in the byre. And Mr. Jepson would have brought the horse Bobbie in from the fields to the stable. It was too ~cold to leave anything outside this night. « f At last she reached it. The dogs, who knew her, neither barked nor looked out of the doors of their cold kennels. â€" The house was dark and the door fast shut. Through the window, she could see the last dying spark of a fire, but there was no sign of a human being. The snow stung her rosy face, gradâ€" ually paling it. The fingers that grasped the millâ€"jug were almost without feeling. It seemed a long, long way to the farm. : _He might let her sit for a while in the warm farm kitchen. Already in imagination she could see his thin form in the horseâ€"hair rockingâ€"chair; his long, sad face like a horse‘s face, the small round hat he always wore in the house, and the dark trousers pushâ€" ed into the tops of his heavy boots. He had a yellow moustache almost like a shelf above his mouth, with brown drooping ends. door, and as she struggled with it, the bitter wind blew into her ears. Fly: "Say, boy. This open fire feels good this cold weather." Miss Carol Deis, Dayton, Ohio, and Raoul Nadeau, New York city, each of whom has just won $5,000 in cash, two years tuition in an Americanâ€"conservatory, and a gold decoration, awarded by Atwater Kent Foundation in radio audition contest. â€"John O‘ London. 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This route offers much better weather than that by Three routes have been considerâ€" eq for the Canadianâ€"Britain line. One is by the Azorés and Bermuda, which involves long stretches of flight over water; the other, by way of Newâ€" foundland to Ireland, i# short and direct, but involves an even longer water flight and worse climatic conâ€" ditions. _ As safety is the first conâ€" sideration in every sound commercial air enterprise, only the northern route remains. _ This is by way of the Orkneys, Faroe Islands, Iceland, Greenland, Baffin Land, thence down the west coast of Hudsonâ€"Bay to Winnipeg. Ordinarily ‘Winnipeg, in the heart of Canada, is a twelve days‘ Journey from London; but in a few years the journey will be done in two and a half days. The 5,000 miles that now have to be covered will be reduced to 3,500, and of these not. more than 1,400 ‘will be over water. There is nothing in this prediction greatly to surprise Western Canada, where flights are regularly made from the banks of the Red River into the Arctic, to Chesterfield, ‘or down the Mackenzie River to Aklavik, which is eight degrees further into. the Arcâ€" tic than any point on the proposed air line from Britain to Canada. Three ‘Routes Considered Before such a route can come into regular use twoâ€"or,. three years will have to be spent in preparation; but the first fiight from London to Winâ€" nipeg to be made by way of Iceland and Greenland, by Baffin Land and Hudson Bay, shouldâ€"be fown .next August if all goes well with the Watkins expedition. The potential air line from‘Britain to Canada now being surveyed by the Watkins Greenland Expedition emphaâ€" sizes the geographical position which will make Canada one of the most important units in imper‘al and world air transport. Examination of a world globe shows that the shortest route from Great Britain to Eastern Asia is across Northern Canada; the shortest route from the United States to Northern and Western Europe is over the central and easiern part of Canada; and the shortest route from the United States to Asia and the Fir East is over the we.tern part of Canada. Dominion Best Route to Eurâ€" ope and Asia, Says Exâ€" pertâ€"Far_ Places Linked Here are some.interesting excerpts from an article on Canada‘s place in the future of world aviation, written by Major J. H. MacBrien, President of the Aviation League of Canada, in the Newâ€" York Times: Canada to be Short Cut For Aviators H Don‘t be a chronic sufferer from headaches, or any other pain. See a doctor and get at the cause. Meantime, don‘t play martyr. There‘s always quick comfort in Aspirin. It never does any harm. Isn‘t it foolish to suffer any needless ip]ain}’ It may be only a simple eadache, or it may be neuâ€" ralgia or neuritis. Rheumatism. Lumbago. Aspirin is still the sensible thing to take. There is hardly any ache or pain these tablets can‘t relieve; they are a great comfort to women who suffer periodically; they are "SALADA" VYV headache to wear off,. Don‘t look for sympathy at such times, but get some Aspirin. It never fails. ®ASs P I RIN H E A D HURT ? WORK won‘t wait for a headache to wear off. SALADA quality will always be the finest you can buy ‘Fresh from the gardens‘ T C A. TRADEâ€"MARK REG. In the club they were "swopping" fishing stories. "The fish was so big," said the first angler, "that the others would not let me haul it into the boat for fear it would swamp us." "The same thing happened to me once," broke in a quiet little man in the corâ€" nerâ€"‘"on the Mauretania." ' transport has b°°® MB by the use of aircraft. Th° fE§UIG is that the remotest corners of continental Canâ€" ada have been brought within easy reach of civilization, Millions Of acres of remote forest iands, hitherâ€" to unprotected because of their inacâ€" cessgibility, are now efficiently patrolâ€" led. Little MacDonald (to butcher)â€" "Give me ten cents‘ worth of dog meat, and be sure it‘s freeh, for the last time you gave it .to me father got gick." _: { Recent years have seen great adâ€" vances in aviation over the whole of Canada. Forest protection and surâ€" vey work have been carried out on a large scale. Elying in the Far North BHas become an essential part of the transport system,. Air mail services already span half the counâ€" try.â€" In the East, trunk lines now. run daily â€"rom Halifax, Moncton and St. John to Quebec, Montreal, Toâ€" ronto, WindsOr and Detroit. In the West, airplanes span the prairies every night from Winnipes toâ€" Calâ€" gary and Edmonton, . Everywhere from the Pacific to the Atlantic muâ€" nicipalities are contriputing generâ€" ously toward the provision of air dromes and their equipment Withi hangars and Might landing facilities where uecessafy. & ‘ _ Fog is the greatest danger the pilot has to face and airplanes which reach Greenland should not go diâ€" rectly southward, as they will meet with fog. until they get down to Nova Scotia and Maine, and thereâ€" fore cannot be said to be following the safest or the shortest route. The solution is to fly straight ahead westâ€" ward from the south of Greenland, or to fiy over Greenland This has never been done; to determine whethâ€" erâ€"or not it is a feasible proposition is the object of the presént expedition in Greenland. Canadian Expansfon Rapid The rapid progress now being made in aerial navigation and the inâ€" formeiion available about certain bases and meteorological conditions justify the belief that, given two Or three years for its reorganization the northern air route may eventually be used in all seasons of the year with at â€"least 90 per cent. regularity. f way of Ldabrador or Newfoundland. It is generally accepted that some ‘Atlantic. fliers lost their lives when shrouded in fog over the wilds of these two countries. Buy the box that says Aspirin and / has Genuine printed in red. Genuine Aspirin tablets do not depress. the heart. All druggists. _ always to be relied zon : for breaking up colds. _ _ 120 Abbreviated spelling is another eviâ€" dence of the trend toward the miniâ€" mum, _ "Vodville," "toâ€"nite," "naborâ€" hood," "rite" and "slow‘ (for slow) apâ€" pear in modern usage. A couple of generations ago men read novels and long editorials and smoked cigars. Moderns read neveletted> and editorâ€" ialettes and smoke cigarettes. A monthly magazine gives a digest of all the other® best magazine articles for timeâ€"saving readers who must acâ€" quire their culture in boiledâ€"down When the bright stars, like silver rabbits, run Through the forest of their sky, and the day Closes the flower‘s home, and veils the sun, ‘And speeds the lark upon her nestâ€" ward way, ' And sends the moon out on his emâ€" erald road; & k When the cool shadowâ€"rain lightly closes â€" Round the weathered barn, and the brownâ€"eyed toad, And the garden‘s little porch of roges, 2 And the wind goes singing his luluaâ€" bies To the slimâ€"fingered willow and her stream; When sleep in velvet sandals *Wgeals the eyes And gives each king a queen, each knave a dream, May sleep give also, ere its dark has flown, â€" My brother‘s understandingâ€"and my own! Bert Cooksley. portions.â€"The Magazine. . Toilet articles also are put up in -Tqm Thumb packages, Tooth pastes, soaps, hair tonics and lotions are so packed. Tiny vials of perfume are sold for the handbag. A peek into the top drawer.of the ordinary stenoâ€" grapher‘s desk today reveals a miniaâ€" ture darning kit, a twoâ€"byâ€"four maniâ€" curing set, a midget emergency set, a travelette set consisting of cold and vanishing creams. lotion and perfume. Perhaps the smallest purchase in a midget sales age is the spray of perâ€" fume which is bought from a machine in theatre and department store reâ€" tiring rooms. ‘ ; Modern living demands utility of time, and capsule cooking furnishes many short cuts. Soup balls boiled in water provide jiffy soup. A powâ€" der preparation to which warm milk is added makes minute biscuit dough. The flour, shortening and baking powâ€" der are blended. A prepared spagâ€" hetti dinner comes in cartons. Cheese, sauce and spaghetti are blended, and a little hot water added will make a quick meal. § "What are you going to be when your grow up, Muriel?" & o uay 6 4J am goiil'g to be married. _ What are you going to be?" 2 Another house plant is asparagus fern, the foliage being laceâ€"like and more delicate than a regular fern. A faw cut flowers placed among the fronds make an attractive bougquet. "A motherinâ€"law, so that 1 can annoy the boys."â€"Moustique, Char: lerol. ( , Grocers and . delicatessen shops, especially those in rooming and apart« ment house districts, have difficulty in keeping up with the demand for tenâ€"cent goods in cans and cartons. Small packets of flour, olives, ketchâ€" up, dates, tea and coffee are sold for a dime. â€" Delicatessen shops report many sales of one roll, one slice of boiled ham and one egg.. Meat marâ€" kets make many sales of one lamb or pork chop, two links of sausage or a fiveâ€"cent piece of bologna. Dealers in china table service say that sets of twelve have given way to sets of eight or even four for breakfast. â€" Pantry sets formerly consisting of fifteen canisters now come in sixes and eights, The coâ€" lossal iron skillet or ‘frying pan of yesterday, holding six or eight pork chops, is superseded ‘by lightâ€"weight spiders as small as seven inches in diameter. The laftge family soup kettle is today outsold by midget saucepans which come as small as four inches in diameter. â€" Libraries advise that a popular cook book conâ€" taing tested recipes for two persons. To begin with, there is the miniaâ€" ture family, . Many couples who. conâ€" stitute a family of two, now living in a midget apartment were, a genâ€" eration ago, members of oldâ€"fashionâ€" ed families of six or eight children reared in â€"an eight or tenâ€"room house. The soâ€"called efficiency apartment of today often consists of one room. This serves as a living room thrGughout the day. At meal time double doors are opened and a fullâ€"fledged kitchen or kitchenette is revealed. At night a spring is pushed and another door in the wall disappears and a collapsiâ€" ble bed lowers, standing all made up, mattress, linen and pillows complete,. The lilliputian golf course craze is typical of tha trend toward the miniaâ€" ture in many phases of presentâ€"day living. â€" Terms of efficiency, of econâ€" omy and utility of time, spacs and energy are heard on every side. Economy of Time, Space and Utility Stressed in Everyâ€" â€"day Existence Life in Miniature Is Modern T > nd Her Ambition A Petition New York Times