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GREEN TEA .. Tis by far the most delicious. Ask for it. AUSTRALIA'S STONE-AGE PEOPLE Where Civilization Has Stood The Australian aborigines are "amongst the most backward people on earth. And the tribes of the Cape York Peninsula--the unknown finger of Australia pointing to the north-- are the Jeast civilized of Australian aborigines. They are the People Who Stood Still. The oldest living race of hu- mans in the world, they are 10,000 years behind the times. They are reputed to be hostile and treacherous, but Mr. J. McLaren, who Hved amongst them for eight years, found them quite easy to get on with, Mr. McLaren's business was to plant coconut palms, and his adven- tures during the eight years these trees take to come to maturity are told ' in "My Crowded Bolitude." The only white man amongst these primitive savages, he was, in the be- ginning, more than a lttle nervous. He used to lie awake with rifle and re- volver beside him listening to the wail- ing of curlews along the beach, the guttural barking of crocodiles in an adjacént creek, the howling of distant wild dogs, and the imagined voices of atealthily approaching natives. Nothing serious happened, however, and hy degrees he grew accustomed to 'his environment. ° A native woman, old and incredibly ugly," installed herself as his house- keeper, without so much as saying "by your leave." He taught her to cook "white men way," and she made a fairly apt pupil. But it was as a nurse that she ex- celled, tending him through severe bouts of fever, and applying native remedies that. proved wonderfully ef- fective. : The men, too, took pity on his "ig- norance," as they deemed it, and .in- structed him in the lore of the jungle. Still for Thousands of Years. There were some things, however, on which they would not enlighten him, amongst these being their smoke- signalling system, by means of which they covered distance. Over and over again news was con- veyed to Mr. McLaren in this manner of occurrences that had taken place hundreds of miles distant only a few hours previously. On one occasion the news was of a momentous kind. The man who in- terproted this particular signal hed picked up from McLaren some scraps of English, and his version of the news conveyed to him by the distant rod of sthoke was as follows: "Plenty fellers fight. Them people who make the smoke been hear the news from one 'mother people what | been hear it from the men belong one cutter what been anchor at their camp. Plenty fellers fight, and plenty come dead. And oll them fellers, they white féllers. Yes--white fellers. And they too much plenty, my word!" That pidgin-English interpretation of a message in smoke was the author's first intimation of the Great War! On one occasion the Government Resident on Thursday Island sent Mr.' McLaren a great bale of blankets for | the natives. The author distributed these among them, telling them at the same time how grateful they ought to be to the Government for the gift. The tribe, however, wére impressed neither by the gift nor by the author's remarks. They took the blankets | without coniment, and that night slept' fo theta. | Next~daly they complained that the' things: irritated, and after that they | slept in them no more. They used them instead of bark for roofing thelr huts. 1376 THE PICTURESQUE ROBE DE STYLE. 'For the summer dance, very pio "elite, washerwomen are shown wash- turesque and piquant is this period gown whose girlish simplicity may be' translated into terms of white, or, paeiel-colored taffeta, or the lovely | .crisp organdies. The silhouette shows a tight bodice and bouffant skirt with several rows of shirring at the top.| You wil: note the scalloped lower edge: of the skirt, 'and that it is a little onger at the back than the front. Al narrow co.lar of contrasting- -color. ma- terial outlines the low round neck and tics in a bow with long ends at the waistline. The. frock as pictured is' s.eeve ess, but the pattern. provides long s'eeves, and skirt is marked for, a shorter length if desired. No. 1376 is for the slight woman and is in sizes 34, 36 and 38 inches bust. Size 36 re- quires 4% yards 89-inch material, with 8 yards ribbon. Price 20 cents.' Every woman's desire is to achieve that smart different appearance which draws favorable comment from the ob- | serving public. The designs iltustrat-! ied in our new Fashion Book are orig-; | inated in-the heart of the style centres, and will Lelp you to acquire that much | desired air of individuality. Price of the book 10 cents the copy. : HOW TO ORDER PATTERNS. Write your name and address plain- ly, giving number and size of such stamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap it carefully) for eseh number and address your order to Pattern 'Dept, Wilson Publishing Co., 78 West Ade laide St., Toronto. Patterns sent Ly veturn mail. ------ Ar in, The Haymarket London. The name suggests the fragrance of country scents and 'rural scenes, and it was as late as the beginning of the! eighteenth century a great market for the hay and straw' which the wagons of the farmers in the Home Counties conveyed to London. Aggas' map of London shows it girt by hedgerows with a cluster of houses, and where the Carlton Hotel and His Majesty's Theatre now stand, in all the glory of 'modern architecture, visited by the 7 | ing their clothes. The wains loaded |} "| with sweet-smelling tay began to roll in in the time of Queen Elizabeth, and not until Willlam 1V., the so-called "Patriot King," resigned, did they change their course to St: James's Market, which was held on the ground where Waterloo Place now extends it- self, and to Cumberland Market, Re gent's Park.--P. H. Ditchfield, in "Lon- don's West 2 End." fe The Reason Why. A 'Sunday school teacher asked apupil | Fic patterns as you vant. EnciSse 20c in | home. 'PART 1. : His real name wes. not Puggins; neither was' hers: Fillette. Aen) | PH sband. Rubbing his cheek softly spon 3 : each other so two years before, for a joke, and somehow the names had clung. It was three years hice Joyce Mar- tin, professor of botany, had boughs Fillette back with him to Bemead. He had gone on one of his annual solitary excursions for strange flora end had returned with a new species of fern, a rare lichen, an original theory on toadstools, and Fillétbe. The women of Belmead--wives - of professors, assistant professors, instructors, and even Jower grades--had for once found common cause in wondering why Prof. Martin had married her. The men wondered where he had found her, This amost describes Fiilette. In case the qutlines are a trifle vague, however, Fillette was small and blonde, and looked helpless. She was queer; too, in some things. She never seemed to understand that there were circles within circles in Belmead, and that she, as wife of the head of a de- partment, had e right to the inmer- most. She had been known to refuse an invitation to tea from the wife of the head of the philosophy department: because she had first promived the; wife of an assistant in chemistry. She was intensely interested in her ! husband's work, and Belmead under- | stood that they worked together in the laboratory Prof. Martin had built in the attic. In summer they tramped | away to an impossible cabin they had bui't halfway up the side of an out- landish mountain. They seemed to n:ed no one outside of ~themselves. lette was so satisfiedfwith her hus- band that the women o imead con- , c-uded she must'have had/a hard time day. to get him. They were sitting toge'her on the porch of the impossible, litt.e cabin. \ Prof. Martin's high, narrow shoulders were bent above a microscope, and bis forehead was damp, for it was a hot day. Fresh leaves were trodden into the porch floor, and little pellets of {brown earth dropped from the table with a tiny plop. The air was sharp with the pungency of bruised green- ery. At a smaller table F'illette sat press- | ing fern fronds. From time to time she looked up and out.across the rail- ing which was all that kept them from tumbling down the side of Little Bro- ther, rebounding, from the narrow rodd leut in the mountainside, and plunging to the massed rock far, far below, against which the blue sea beat, irre- sistible in its eternal power and pa- tience. Suddenly Fillette stopped working, stood: up; and- leaned on the raiing. Alohg the yellow streak of d below a man on horseback was coming at an | easy trot--a big man in khaki trous- ers, a blue flannel shirt, and a wide sombrero of gray felt. She watched the man disappear "round the curve, going south toward Big 'Brother. Then she went andi ' perched on the arm of her husband's "chair, put one arm about his shoul ! ders, and with the other pushed the microscope beyond his roach. "Puggins, we've simply got to do something about the brown girl. I just 'can't sit, here and know that she's throwing. her life away!" "Eh? What, dear?" Puggins' right hand moved out toward the micro-| scope. "What is it? Won't the! leaves----'" "It's not leaves, it's lives, Puggy." Fillette pushed the micrgdcope farther | away and laid her right hand on the 5P 'wandering fingers. "This is the third time that man's ridden toward Big Brother, and I'm sure Pete isn't at. "Weil, sweetheart, 1 don't "realy know what we can do." - The gentle ey6s looked vaguely about, like lights vanishing in a fog. "If she's that kind of woman----" "Nonsense, Puggy! There is no 'that kind of woman." The brown girl is pretty and young and---probabily s0 utterly lonely. She--"' 3 "No! No!" Puggins shook his head thoughtfully, as if the matter were now coming into reach of his con-[¢An sciousness. "You're wrong, Fiilette. There is that kind of woman, Just as there are lower forms of plant ae Oh ng ie graded in a treriendous cosmic ie nig, but there: ave ends of the sca "Fiddiesticks!" jr ths. Wp of a smal, soft finger Fiette lovingly out-| lined the si bald id apt on her hus- band's head. down upon him with ano inging. of isto ness and a "Pug- gyy" she there som . I guess she's day after day, n 'that bare gray. ranch house, and he rides over, and --ind - = hi spetel 5 Fn er i A$ v du oe | bare forearm, the smiled with wisdom across the little hands. beneath his' nn "Go, dear, if 3 to have you You don't know nature, Nature is un- conscious, infinite, eternal and indif- ferent. What you gail sin or ;weak- niess or temptation is just a--a speci- men that she doesn't need, that doesn't fit in. You're all heart, baby. You--" "And you're all 1 suppose. 'Jack Sprat could eat no. "fat, and nd his wife'--eh, Puggy?™ Puggins stared, faint'y bewildered. Then his eyes cleared. "Jack gave ail the fat to Mrs. Jack!" He looked so happily tri triumphant at this deduction that Fillette lai | gave him back his glasses, kissed the bald spot, and slipped from the arm of | ~ his chair, Although she went back to Not own table, she did not begin to work again. | Instead, she sat gazing thoughtfully I ain tho sun was dropping toward the sea. Already the | deep gorges of the mountain were fill- ing with night-blue shadows. Day was | slipping away across the sea, follow- ling the sun, and night was coming 5 3 want 10, but. quickly from the caverns and hidden). laces, Already the creek had lost its note of gay babbling, and was running swiftly, unhampered by the trivial gossip of dimpling shadow, sun- touched pools and quivering leaves. Stern, cold, it bounded down, down, as if to atone for its dal' iance with the The sun dropped behind the rim of the sea in asplash of green and gold and lavender. With a sigh, Fillette rose, gathered the ferns together, weighted them for sofely, and went in, As she moved about preparing sup- per and glancing every now and thén through the open door at Puggins; W. ol of the fading daylight, the smile came faintly back Into her eyes. When supper was ready, she put a branch of live oak in a dull green jar, placed it in the centre of the table, lit the shading-lamp, and drew the denim curtains that she and Puggins had stenciled together. With this sud-, den lightening and darkening of the room, behind him Joyce Martin came to knowledge that the day's work was ended. He rose and tiptoed in to where Fillette bent over the oilstove. Suddenly covering her eyes with his hands, he growled: "Ah-ha! Now I've got you!" "Who is it?" Filette. squeaked thrcugh & suppressed giggle. "The black man of the mountain!" Puggins hissed. "Ii--ecall--my Husband, Puggins 1" "What is it, dear? Here I am! Coming! Don't be afraid, sweet- heart!" Puggins shouted, as if ap- proaching from a great distance. Then he whirled her round and kiss- ed her, They both laughed. Almost every night: Puggins thought of a new game. He was proud of this fertility, which always made Fi.ette want to cry after she had laughed. When supper was over, Filette cured up on the couch with a book. Puggins iit the fire of logs laid ready in thé huge stone fireplace; drew a deep chair before it, and was soon lost in a scientific treatise on "The Pre- historic Flora of the 'Western Hemi- sphere." Outside, the trees moaned in "the rising*wind. The boards of the cabin made little creaking ' noises. - booming of 'the surf overpowered the breathing of the fife, a faint reed against the blare of brass. Fikette's book ¢l pped 'to her up, He' thoughts went out into the nig] along the warm, thick dust of w-. road below, to the | clinging to the mountainside. - the strong, bare palm of the ind of God, the mountaig seemed pushing it into 'the sea. laughed, aid. or back in the' coyotes fought and howied.| 5 Sg boomed and beat on the Yhate i. Her Foot-soldier pn was still working away in the| The | ranch house | cossation, and "with the men, waist deep in Icy kingen; fd Coler on color oheqiiered and arrayed, E comes troopi n his rank ng, Then windflowers in a scarlet loose brigade, ' Fritillary with dusky orehis aroup-| ing; Thegiare the Cossacks dim In ambus- Wy fn their purple Hie, a for eign stranger, Piratical, and apt for stealthy rald | Wherever's mystery or doubtful dan- ger. Iris salutes. her with his broad green blade, : And marches by with proud and pur- ple pennant, And tulips in a flying cavalcade - Follow valerain for: their lieutenant. The lords and ladies dressed for mas. querade 3 In green silk domino. discreetly hooded, Hurry towards nade, Philandering Where privacy's well wooded ; They're - the civillars of this bold _ crusade, The courtiers of this camp by blos- som tented, With woodbine clambering the balus- trade, And all by briar roses battiement:) ed. "the nut-tree's colon There, in the sunlit grasses bright as vo Jade, chants on fire She walks; she sees fog_sqfiadrons at attention, ' And Jaughing at her flowery escapade, Stretches her hands out to her sweet invention. --V, Backville-West, inthe Nation and the Athenaeum. el Minard's Liniment for Rheumatism. ST Bucket of Water Helped to Lifeboat. : A woman carrying a bucket of water stopped to talk to a man. Quite ab- sent-mindedly he poked at a plece of a wooden dish that floated in the pail, and Bo discovered. that it was self: righting. Nothing would make thé dish remain upside down. 2 Later, a little group of mdn sitting in their club-house, which faced the sea, SAW a ship wrecked and the whole ships company perish-- because 'those on land had no suitable boat to launch in the reging sea. Horrifled, at the disaster, these oqen: fa tlemen of Lowe Houte, * as they were; called, Inserted an advertisement in a' New reward for a model of & boat that could keep afloat in stormy weather. 2 The man who had toifched the wood: len dish in the pail of water submitted a model--and won'the prize. "From "his" design "the first "official lifeboat was made. It cost £76 8s: 8d. "and did service for torty yours, saving hundreds of lives. ~~ its just over a century ago that the Royal Nationa! Lifeboat Institution was. formed by a little group of citizens 'who met in a London taxern. It is "voluntary to. the last yard-arth in its boats," and it has never hogs} known 'to flinch fromiduty, ~ A Whitby lifeboat arewry was" once called out seven iimes in un single day. On the last journey it "eapsized--and oily one min reached the shote. 'when-an hour later another 8.0.8: call came from a ship in peril, a Volunteer without any bone. § " Why some cats should be taillers has stle paper offerigg two guineas i Yet; "As everyone knows, Manx 'cats are tailloss. They have Just a tuft of fur, never been satisfactorily explained. The species, quite common in the Bast, jo aula by same to hive Bex evolves] old-time] by the priests of one of RL a8 a sacred an by priving all kittens of their tails, a. last succeeded in getting a "tafiless species. The idea was to prevent a sacred animal getting | contaminated by | its tall picking up impurities. Af Many cats must-have come to the fs land from the East and they have re- mained tailless because their island home prevents crossbreeding with the ordinary tailed cat. Why a cat is sald to have "nine lives" is really nothing but @ tribute to its body. Its spine is very tough; | its paws are thickly padded, and its| body 18 extraordinarily flexible. * s doors, 'with its open spaces its heath," its rain-washed" ts a dow-aroncio: grass, its shine - its shade, its forest floors flecked «Our boasted civilisation becomes," 'and more a matter of doors which open and shut with appalling regularity, An endeavor of the last fifty years has been to open them a ite oftener, a ttle: longer; "alittle We do well: © call 'these : oonaslons "holidays" --or "holy days," even though we may fail-to remember 'their that In these eity-dwelling, industrialy michine-made days of ' heart-expansion, ~souluphitting, t inust of necessity be keener than ever it could be when everybody lived close to nature all the. year round? . "Sense sublime = ed of { something far, more deeply Inter- ¥ "Did It On Purpose. x "He certainly didn't' mean to. onli you a cat, coor) "Fle dit on purr Dus, I'm sire. rm In modern times the word Barbarian means something not all nice but i&f originally meant, in its hme, Greece, merely a man who did not speak. the language of the Greeks, Barbarians were no more regarded as interior be- ings than anyone else. The same is | true of Savages, a word which has been used originally to distinguish | 'those who did 'not accept the. Chris- tian, religion, whereas to-day a is 8 chuel sort of beast. = Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns; And 'the round FA and the living air, Anape Vine sky, and in the mind of Ar tion 2 a spirit, that tmipes All thinking things, all objects of all 'thought, And rolis through all things. 'comes to this--that if your Holi day does not move your heart as well . "| as expand your lungs, it has not done "you the good it is capable of doing. There are still "books in'the runni brooks," but--thank Heaven! *they are BO} ledgers. 5 : ine inde to. RY mers oh Af my o countries, and,' | ass ies near be 72 Vancouver to, oi 'crew came forward; 'launched' an old vy boat, and brought the wrecked grew x o safety. Lifeboat men have battled with the raging sea for thirty hours withou t eggs | ere AI or Pishor: trigh, Scotland. Since the the present year speekled 'have been shipped from 'okyo Angling and trout. e holy significance: ~ Would it not seem 4 'the sense: