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TR a na By * With One Stone Showing How an Old Proverb May Point the Way to ' Happiness o-day By A. G. GREENWOOD "Midnight again," said Mrs. Boul ton, looking up at Ivy from the sock she was darning. She longed to put her foot down but her niece was twenty-two and earned $25 a week. "Wé are simply frantically busy," was Ivy's laconic answer. "Don't tell me you've been in the office till this hour," retorted her aunt, "I The sound of footsteps made her| childless. Mr. Marshall was "get break off. ting on In years." David had work- "Come in, David." she said, at a|ed wonderfully. A partnership! tap on the door. Her "ground-floor back," | David Christie, a very tall; very lean, hollow- cheeked young man, was clerk to Mr. Marshall, the High Street estate agent, "I heard voices," he said, coming in, "l was wondering where those grey wocks--" He broke off and smiled, suddenly seeming very young. "You really are the very kindest person!" he ejaculated. "But--" "Go along with your 'buts'!" broke in Mrs. Boulton. "Why, 1 eomething to darn." "I'll leave you two to flirt in peace," | passage. eald Ivy, stifling a yawn. "I'm for "Hallo!" she ejaculated evidently bed. Good-night, Mr. Christie!" displeased. "Unusual hours for Mr. "Good-night! 1 hardly ever see you | Christie!" these days." "We are so terrifically busy at the office," sald Ivy, smiling. Mrs. Boulton worked on till Ivy's Might footfalls died away, then sald in Jow tones: ' "1 don't belleve In her being kept at the office till the dead o' night | Has She's keeping something back from we. If her mother had been alive, ebe would never have allowed it." "I'm sure," sald David, "her moth- er would have known your niece too well to worry about her." Yet Mrs. Boulton knew that David was worried, She knew he was burt. And David knew nothing of Ivy's two mew dance-frocks, the pearl necklace «artificial, but excellent of its kind ~--the new shoes, gloves, hats, the manicuring, the permanent wave; all the extravagances that Ivy bad lately indulged in, Even $26 a week bas its limita Alone, "She's got no father and no, broth. ers," said Mrs. Boulton. "Mr. Christie, could you find out for me who keeps her out night after night so late?" "Spy on her?" he asked. "I couldn't. 'What right have 1? None--none whatever." "Then I'll do it myself!" exclaimed Mrs. Boulton. "I'l mot rest till I've found out what's going on." So next evening Mrs. Boulton wait- ed In Mincing Lane by the door of ibe towering bullding in which Mr, Livingston, Ivy's employer, had bls office. A great tide of girls and young men poured out. No Ivy. It began do rain, and Mrs. Boulton drew back into a shadowed doorway where a aan stood. "David!" she ejaculated, peering up. "I've come to--to look after you, be sald nervously. Gradually the street emptied. At Jength a huge, glittering car swerved 40 the kerb and stopped. In it sat a good-looking, middle-aged man, his fur ¢oat open, his white shirt-front gleam- tng. Almost simultaneously from the door of the block of offices came Ivy, Mght-foot, expectant, very lovely. "A new cloak!" muttered lynx-eyed Mrs. Boulton. Into the cw: stepped Ivy. shot. "I'll get to the bottom of this," mut- tered Mrs. Boulton. "Somehow I'll put a stop to it!" David Obristie could not help over hearing the argument that night. Ivy at first bad been defiant, The middle aged man was Mr. Livingston, her ex- ployer, "Don't worry, auntie, all right," she said. On David's return the following evening be found a car--easily identd- fied as Mr. Livingston's--parked un- der the lamp-post by tbe Boulton's bouse. He Jet himsel! in and went to his ®eéd-room. Presently he heard Ivy singing in her room up-stairs, He peered out his door ajar, as she came down. Radiant she looked In a pale green, shimmering evening dress. From his window he watched ber step into the car and be carried away. A profound silence fell. He longed 40 question Mrs. Boulton. But he had Bo pretext. He could not go down and say: "I've loved her eyer since I came Dere to lodge four years ago. Tve worked like a galley-slave with one end in view--1to be in a position one day to beg her to marry me." "Mr. Christie!" called Mre. Boulton. He hurried down. "Ivy," said Mrs. Boulton, in breath- fess excitement, "is engaged! Yee, On it everyihing's "His universe seemed to go to pleces. while radiant Ivy--a single-stone, ruby ring flashing on her left han@-- was whirled nightly away In Mr. Liv-|- ingston's car, David brooded. should have made old Marshall re cognize his work before now--then he sould have proposed to Ivy, and this might never have happened. Jess, telling himself he had nothing to lose, he spoke to Mr Marshall, "In tell you what. seven and have a bit of supper with me and the wife, and we'll bave a chat." He sat between the two of them later on jn the drawing-room. striving to capture a fraction of the elation which might have been his a short week ago. Too late, passed him and stopped at the Boul- tons' house. His pace slackened. ed. The car sped on. door of the front-room stood wide. As heard Ivy say: like | ed David's made ber glance out Into the He On Saturday morning, feeling reck- "Ill think things oyer," he said. Drop in about David went, He met Mrs. Marshall, They were He walked home under the stars, A car Ivy stepped out of it. She disappear- Silently he let himself in, but the he hung up his coat and hat he "It's all over, auntie!" She was laughing at her aunt's stifi- "Ivy!" when a movement of "Most," he said, and felt mysteri- ously impelled to add--as though she cared a whit. "I've had an unusual evening. 1 don't suppose I'll ever again be offered a partnership." "How--how gorgeous!" cried Ivy, clapping her hands, © "At Marshall's? But Mrs. Boulton broke in: "What--what's that you're telling me? About your engagement, Broken off? Who broke it off ?" "Both of us did," sald Ivy, twirl ing the ring on her finger before re- luctantly drawing it off. "But I'll tell you all about it some other time," She looked so white, so strung up, that though her news delighted him, be sald in sudden anger: "Has--has he treated you badly?! If so, and if you'll Jet me, I will--" "It's quite all right, thanks," she eaid emphatically, and then stared at David gefore adding: "I--I don't be- leve you're sorry." He, was taken aback, "Well, I--" he began. "Tell me why you're glad," she com- | manded, "I think you know," Ivy drew a deep breath, then ex claimed: "P'r'aps this is another time, then! Listen, auntie. For years Mr. Liv- ingston's been crazy over some girl-- only she's a bit more than a girl new. She never would make up her mind. One evening 1 saw them together. Next day, after I'd promised not to whisper one word to anybody, be told me all about it. He asked me if I'd help him. He thought a shock might do her good." Ivy, laughing, sat down, "It did, too. I've been the shock-- administered in daily doses. You see, he got a mutual friend to tell her all about bow he was being vamped by a designing little typist!" "D'you mean it was--all sham?" asked the scandalized Mrs. Boulton. "I do!" sald Ivy. "A fake! And it's worked miracles. She saw us dining and dancing and at theatres and restaurants. She saw--this." Ivy tossed the ring up and caught | be answered. | "Wicked little stone!" she sald, laughing. "Last night she gave way. They're to be married by special Meence next week." "But why had I to be told lies?" finglly demanded Mrs. Boulton. "Because," sald Ivy, '"of--Mr. Christie." "Me? How? Why!" demanded as- tonighed David. "A partner!" whispered Ivy, her eyes fixed on his, "Just fancy! A partner!" "I wish you'd be one," he exclaim- ed, the words escaping him quite in- voluntarily. "I wish you'd be--mine!" Ivy laughed. Aghast be stared at her. "Ivy!" remonstrated Boulton, starting up. angry Mrs. i night then, ed. "Now at last I can be perfectly frank, When you tackled me last week I almost let you into the - ~cret. Only sometimes one can kill two bids with one stone, and I was thin ne of--Mr. Christie." "Me?" ejaculated David once more, "You," she said, nodding. "I've thought about vou quite often, I'd bet- ter you. I { aught: 'Here we are after four years--a mere couple of stick-in-the-muds.' I thought hearing I was engaged to somebody else might stir you up. I thought my little ring might make two people jealous--with ite one stone!" "How--how could you possibly guess about me?" asked David In amazement, "A girl can't help knowing," said she. "Auntie, three can be such a crowd! D'you think-- Yes? Good- darling, it you simply must go. But do give David just one wee kiss. He's pining for it." Transfigured, Mrs, Boulton had hardly reached the door before David went to Ivy and whispered, as he put his arms round her: "Ivy, I'm still pining." "Then, darling," said she, "I'll tell you when to stop."--Answers. "George said he loved me the min- ute he saw me." "How's that?" "He said I was almost the oppesite of his first wife and that was just the kind of a girl he'd always been look- ing for." a Pv /sirr:rrrs Protection and Revenue London Dally Mail (Ind. Cons.): Simple people sometimes ask how pro- tective duties can bring in revenue, if' the duties protect, They do not seem to be aware that the United States collects no less than £120,000,000 a year in customs duties which are mainly protective; or that our safe- guarding duties, which do to some ex- "It's all right, auntie," Ivy exclaim- tent safeguard, all without exception bring In revenue. The Car Mind An English View of a Live Terie The highway authorities of all kinds, from policemen on point duty to the Home Secretary, are becoming seri- ously concerned about the problem of the motor car. There is every reason for their anxiety; for it seems pos- sible that if any more care are put on the road none of them will be able to move--unless the skill of the police may extricate the ambulance vans that carry away the dead and the dy- ing. Street accidents are rapidly in- oreasing; and it may soon be as ad- venturous to take a walk as to go tiger shooting. But the real problem of the car is the effect of its excessive use on the survivors. The new petrol-driven transport ve- hicle has not yet found -its balanced place In the social system. It is be- ing used in the same reckless, unbal- anced way that charwomen used gin in the 18th century, and as over-ex- cited neurotics use cocaine to-day. The motor car is the most fashionable modern drug for restless nerves, In- stead of playing early-Victorian cro- quet on our lawn we now motor a score of miles to play golf in the next county. Instead of strolling in the park on Sunday afternoons we go down to the South Coast for lunch. All these new possibilities may have many advantages. But the point to note is that the price that we must pay for them is a very great consumption of time In travelling to find them. Still worse, a large number of persons are making the process cf travelling an end in itself.« The mere sensation of movement seems to satisfy many own- ors of cars. Lunch at a Brighton hotel is not in itself so much better than any other lunch as to recom- pense travelling 12 miles from London and back to procure it. Instead of increasing the possibili- ties of life by extending its range it is probable that the motor car has done the exact opposite. By rushing over a hundred miles of road in a car, instead of more quietly covering ten on foot, one does not see ten times as much. On the contrary one probably sees one tenth, It is only the cruder minds that measure the worth of the world by the number of mile-posts, as it is only the sodden souls that mea- sure the use of wine by the quart. One of the most serious diseases of the "car mind" is that it tends to mea- sure the success of a day by its mile- age. It is necessary to realize that the mike motor car is precisely on the same footing as electricity and gas, chloro- form, drugs and all the other power- ful forces which science has placed in our hands. The roads are maintained at public expense that they can be used for rational purposes. You may use your own car as you please, but it must never endanger the reasonable safety of every other user of the road, rom excessive speed, unnecessary noise or dust. In concrete practice these legal principles would, roughly, forbid more than 20 miles an hour or any hooting after normal bedtime, But the most important duty the motorist has to consider is that which he owes to himself. If the motor is to develop on its present lines as the chief hobby of mankind then life wijl cease to be an affair of the intellect, though it may end by having solved the problem of perpetual motion. Man will always be moving, and rarely do- ing anything except oiling his wheels and cranks. It has not come to that yet; men still get out of their cars to play on golf links, and there is still the happy possibility that they may look at the surrounding countryside while a tire is being repaired. But these imperfections of machinery and inclination for physical exercise will not long resist the drug movement; and the ideal man of the engineering future will have a non-stop life on the road. The wit who recently discover- ed that the Englishman's home is his garage aimed his shaft at too station- ary a target. The active minds of to- day now live in each other's dust. This is a dangerous reversal of social traditions. A man of dignity needs a permanent address, If motoring is not to become a national debauchery, in which speed and distance will take the place of the older and more cul- tured pursuits of wine, women, and song, then the owner of a car must deliverately restrain himself and sternly refuse to use his own time and the public road in traveling without rational excuse. In the ideal world the policemen on point duty will all be sclentists and philosophers of the highest academic distinction. When motorists have be- come ladies and gentlemen, and not road-hogs, there will, of course, be lit- tle necessity for regulating the trafic in the ordinary sense, So when the philosopher on point duty holds up his arresting arm it will be in order that he may ask a profound question: "Have you, sir or madam, any suffici- ent reason for travelling in your car? It not, my orders are to arrest you as a public nuisance." Of course there are scores and hun- dreds of good and sufficient answers . lished shortly by Macmillan's, try, Empire. on his way. tention whatsoever. his excursion. mental activity tures, is not highbrow affectation. merely the dislike of being bored. social pastime, exercise out of his own new toy. an "After you, sir." Review. ------ For Safety's Sake "Sandy, my son," father, "ye're ye'll find verra usefu'." "Thank ye father" Sandy. Sandy almost fell amazement, there in the morning." SEER Major James E. Hahn, M.C., D.8.0. Soldier - industrialist - author, whose book, "The Intelligence Service With- in the Canadian Corps," will be pub- deals in an interesting fashion with the activities of this important de- partment of the C.EF. in which so many thrilling romances of war were enacted. Major Hahn is now an in- ternational figure in the radio indus- being President of De Forest Crosley, Limited, one of the largest radio manufacturers in the British that will allow the traveler to pass It will even be enough to say that the ride is for the simplest re- laxation as one smokes a pipe or plays patience without any subsequent in- But the motorist will severely tell himself that this form of relaxation--unlike the pipe or the patience--is a more definite in- fringement of the rights and pleasures and conveniences of his neighbor, and, therefore, must not be indulged in ex- cept with the strictest restraint, There are many better reasons which the motor traveler will be able to give for It is clear that if mo- toring is to become a civilizing fac- tor, and not a universal nuisance, it must be linked up with some form of in which its great powers of transport will be an ad- vantage. For example, the student of geology might make his journeys in- to most engaging scientific adven- There is a sound case for the car owner who uses his car, not as in a point to point race at top speed, but rather in a sober survey of the coun- tryside; as, for example, a botanist, an ornithlogist, an artist. To prefer a student of some science or art to a follower of foxhounds or a road-hog It is On the simple ground of health, ex- cessive motoring is obviously an anti- It seems an appalling pity if we rescue civilized people from slums and insanitary workshops and factories only to allow them, without protest, to waste their-bodily tissues by reclining on motor cushions, The self-starter has taken away the only hope that a car owner will get any By recent legislation in both Italy and Spain motorists are being taught the elementary rules of gentlemanly behavior by the penalty of long years of imprisonment--up to 20--for an ac- cident which would not have happen- ed if they had driven more reasonably. It 1s sald that motorists in Madrid now raise their hats tp pedestrians with 'When the motor- ist also murmurs "After you" to the laws of a well-balanced intellect, then the car will have begun to be the ser- vant of civilization instead oft a dan- -ger as terrible as the Black Death. It is not the dead and maimed victims of the motor traffic that matter most; the chief tragedies of the TranSport Age are the empty-headed creatures who are spending such a great propor- tion of their lives in rushing about-- doing nothing.--London Fortnightly said the fond getting marriet the morn, go I ha'e bocht ye a present murmired "What ever's that for?" he inquired, "Weel," his father explained, "if there's one thing a wumman hates waur nor a moose it's a moose-trap. Jist ya set it last thing at nicht, pit your loose money oot o' your pooch under the spring, and it's shair to be 8g Fac E g : BEER § : 1:1 i £ 1 g HE] tiles, and even said a government bul- It|letin (I don't know where from), had about a quarter of a mile away, we found the marsh hawk's nest, with young about two-thirds grown, and for about two or three feet around the nants of young white leghorns, a few pieces of mice skins, and remnants of a snake and crawfish--yet this poor farmer had been led to believe, by reading various articles on the subject, that the marsh hawk should not be killed and, no doubt, while he was in the house reading the marsh hawks were cleaning up on his broods of young leghorns. Two years ago father had a brood of thirteen quail, and he started miss- ing these young birds, and before he killed Mr. Marsh Hawk the flock had been reduced to seven, and when he did shoot the marsh hawk it had a young quail in its claws, During the months of May, June and July we have two or three hun- dred Mourning doves' nests in our Scotch pine grove, which is about fif- teen to twenty feet in height. During these months we always kill from ten to twenty marsh hawké which come here and hover over the small grove where the young Mourning doves are. These hawks are certainly not looking for field mice up in the tops of these evergreen trees, This winter the ground has from eight inches to a foot of snow. Along fence rows where mice make their headquarters in the weeds, there is snow from four to six feet deep. Where are the mice? They are next to the ground where there is green vegetation. Thus, what are the marsh hawks living on in this locality? I can tell you--Juncos, Chicadees, Eng- lish Sparrows, other birds, and an oc- casional mouse that comes out from under the snow. I have never seen any Government literature from Canoda, the United States, or any other country, advocat- ing protection of the marsh hawk, but if such literature exists, I cannot see how one department will liberate pheasants, quail or partridge, while another department would publish statements telling the farmer not to kill the marsh hawk; because these marsh hawks will eat young pheas- ants, quail or partridge just as quick- ly as they will mice, if they ean find them. There is no doubt but that during the months of August and September marsh hawks chief diet is mice, be- cause young game birds and other var- ieties have pretty well matured. Peo- ple who advocate protection of such hawks usually base their opinion on analyzing the stomachs, which #s posi- tive proof, but such analysis should be carried on every month of the year, on the same number of hawks each" month, because I am sure you would Buds more Wise in their stomachs in the atter part of July, Au and S _| tember, and early ty ii Who hasn't watched marsh hawks by the hours flying low and dart over duck marshes. We all know ther are no mice in these marshes where wild rice and cat tails eight feet high are growing out of the water. Instead of mice in these places we find several varieties of small birds such as Wrens, as well as young ducks, during the But when the old man produced a|Spring season. Watch 1 mouse-irap and laid it on the table, o Juni backward with and you will seldom see a marsh but there are marsh howks hovering near, and we all know there are no there, + We cannot be too careful in sayi what birds should be protected or pd ed--it 2 a big Studye-in many cases one must con the circumsta : before deciding, - i -------- Heated Words Farmer Govan was taking a through the village when he x upon the vicar, who was looking very depressed. "Sorry to hear about the fire at farmer. Ther, Rvas "the vicarage," sald the there any serious "Yes, Govan," replied the vicar sad- ly, "very serious damage and 5