CHAPTER I "HAVEN‘T WE MET BEFORE" Wilson Hall, leaning on the steamer‘s rail, watched the wake, watched the smouldering fire in the sky die down into grey ashes and laughed under his breath, thinking that he had fallen into boardâ€"ship habits of idleness unusually quickly. As a rule, for a day or twWwo after leaving New York or Southamp ton, he made some pretence of work. Of course, nothing resulted but his intentions were goodâ€"at first. Someone passed along the deck beâ€" hind him with quick silent steps, steps which slackened to a standstill a dozen yvards further on. A figure stood silâ€" houetted against the western sky, and Wilson Hall fumbled his monocle. "That girl again," he thought, and shifted his position slightly; leaning his elbow on the rail, his head on his hands so that he could survey her under the cover of his fingers. Yes, the same girl undoubtedly â€" although, if ons came to think of it. there were not many people whom one would recognize at second sizht only, in silhouette. It was a cleanâ€"cut outlim, though. Hall‘s eyes,. trained to observe, even if his brain did not always abet them at the same moment, had noticed this gir) when she came aboard the "Gloriana‘" that afternoon. He himself had arrived on the steamer nearly an hour before her sailing time to avoid any possibility of bustle and hustle; in those respects Hall did not resemble the conventional eonception of an American. He hated being rushsd into anything, bodily or mentally. Of course, 1 intentions wer Someone pa hind him with which slacken yards further houetted agai Wilson Hall f Leaning on the rail, as now, he had idly watched passengers, porters and ship officials, had thought what shapeâ€" less bodics and features most of them possesscd. Those three roundâ€"faced children, for instance, scrambling Tim J( dian reg Struai:‘s of troubl! The Maharaja troublesome â€" Ind Leconie as governe The Maharani ( of Leonie‘s empl tered. Captain military © on the C Leonle in newlyâ€"ma her FEast Chrissie. a grandcau and like hi 099898980808 0004988000008 060 0 6 . aCclf Ind trayvy in t and ..... inSs sta | e S ? ciqd"’e" $ ave O CANADA DRY Ya.mfl.“ DRY" Lt oinCi®R®* eS RemoveZ Prineipal Characters Hall, an American arlist from New York to England 16r Glariana., meets on board , a young officer in an Inâ€" nt, makes himself Christie impion, which is the cause etween himself and Struan. ‘‘1IT‘s PURE AND WHOLESO M E*‘ 1 pp€ Struan, a ploneer of id also a passenger inconsciously helps es when he and his the ms employed 2e is Far more Canada Dry is sold in Canada than any other ginger ale. No other ginger ale even approaches Canada Dry in popularity ... and it is worldâ€"famous for its quality. Seve money by getting your Canada Dry in the easyâ€"toâ€"carry, bandv home cartons. The only ginger ale in the world made by the famous Dr. Lloyd "Liquid Process, the onme process that cuptures ALL the elusive flavaeur, the deiicate aroma, the wholesome stimulating qiualitiecs of pure, natural ginger. ; Napoleon"â€"is great Emperor aince and charâ€" take ompanion to :e, engag ittle son. har, moth and embi ha She did not trouble to move away from him or turn her head, and Hall felt his cheeks grow hct and crimson. He made a desperate effort to regain poise and some appearance of dignity. "You entirely mistake myâ€"my intenâ€" tions. What I said was genuine. But I‘ll intrude no more since you are offended." he pulled off his soft felt hat. ‘"But haven‘t we met before somewhere? I can‘t help feeling certain somehow . ." The girl‘s voice quick, clipped, cut through his hesitating speech with inâ€" cisive contempt. "I aimn not in the least offended. Why should I be? I am perfectly willing to talk to you if you wish. I d@on‘t fsel that I run into any danger by doing Seeing the girl‘s profile now against the sky that was still faintly luminous. this and other impressions returned. She was not very tall, but held hnherself so wrll that she had appeared to dwarf the more shnambling figures around her. mouth was cleanâ€"cut, tueked in at the corners, firmly compressed, with the underlip jutting a little, Eyes, no, he had formed no impression of them ; they had been shadowed by her hat brim and she had stared straight in front of her without raising them. As she was doing newâ€"although in any case it would have been too dark to see their eolour or shape. Put Hall had a sudden curious conâ€" viction that he knew what they were like, that he could visualize the upper part of her face which the hat conâ€" cealed. Odd; he must have met her before without remembering where and when, seen her somewhere bareheaded. That was why he had this vague imâ€" pression of familiarity, why, no doubt. h> had noticed her in the first place. Acting on an impulse very alien to his usual attitude of rather shy reserve Hall shifted his position a little, moved a pace or two nearer to the girl and spoke deprecatingly almost before he realized that he meant to do so at all. "I beg your pardon if I‘m mistaken", exesperated and at a loss. He found himself merely repreating feebly: "But really I do ssem to recognize your face. Haven‘t we met . . .‘ "Ohâ€"that!" She shrugged â€" her shoulders, cool scorn in her voice again. "It‘s quits possible, of course. What‘s THE CANDID COMPANION The girl had chanmged her position, turning slightly towards Hall; he could see the pallor of her face under the dark hat.. He moved his feet, feeling oddly "Isn‘t that rather a crude method? They do it that way in Coney Island." clumsiliy up the gangway, followed by a woman obvicusly their mother, whose features were equally incoherent. The girl who came next behind them, thoushâ€"and here Hall had suddenly realized that he was interested. Here, at any rate, there was outline, definition. Her dress increased that effect, the plain line of the long grey coat, unbrokâ€" en by any fluttering scarf or bulging fur, unadorned except for a tiny bunch of dark purple violets in the buttonhole., The small black tricorne hat was pullâ€" ed down over her brows, its smaliness and simplicity were noticable at a time when preâ€"war Society was revelling in buge befeathered "Merry Widow" headâ€" gear. "Not an absolutely infallible sign." The girl spread out her fingers with a little gesture which was instructive to Hall. "She‘s vain about them," he thought and proceeded to make capital of the small discovery. "I can see that you are not the woâ€" man to misunderstand me when I say that I am interested in hands, and that yours are particularly beautiful." Small, white, beaiutifully formed, there was yet something unexpected about those hands; they were plumper, softer than he would have expected from her personality. Wellâ€"kept, too, with only one ring, worn upon the right hand little finger, plain gold with a darkish stons which appeared black to this light. ‘"Plans unfixed, perhapsâ€"also like mine!" Hall suggested as she paused. "No," she spoke very deliberately. ‘"My plans are quite settled. I am going to the East, to India, although I don‘t yet know exactly when or how That will depend on cireumstances." "I quite see." ‘"*You don‘t!" Sharply sheâ€" tossed back his platitude. "How can you? You know absolutely nothing about my circumstances or me." "Whyâ€"no, of course, I don‘t," Hall laughed. "You are a very peremptory young lady, Miss Valenceâ€"it is ‘Miss‘. I presume? I see you don‘t wear a wedding ring." He glanced at the bare hands clasped together upon the rail. The girl‘s confidence in her own judgment was obviously unaffected. It was a minute or two before Hall reâ€" covered himself sufficiently to make a scmewhat feeble attempt to repay her in her own coin. "Certainly. My â€"name‘s Valenceâ€" ILeoni> Valence. And, like you, I am to Enzland first. ~Afterwardsâ€"â€"" ‘"May I retaliate by asking your awn name and destination?" He tried to laugh casually. ‘After all, there‘s no personal credit about it, so long as one looks after them; they‘re born with us her voice was rather carefully careless. ‘"Mine are hereditary, and my feet too." There was something appealingly naive in such vanity. Hall, thus invitâ€" ced glanced down at her feet, noticed that they were perfectly shod in patent leather, â€" highâ€"instepped, cleanâ€"ankled and small. Hall felt a queer mixture of pique and satisfaction at her words. "I‘m flattered that you should know my, nanys," he said quietly, and she answered with same swift incision as before. "I had no intention of flattering you; I was merely stating the facts as I saw them in some reference book. I always remcimber things of that sortâ€"things which may be useful. I haven‘t seen any of your pictures to my knowledge so I cannot give an opinion about them â€"nor about you, until I know you rather better." asked ‘‘No!‘ Her repudiation was veheâ€" ment. ‘"Not one drop of English blood in me! My father was French, my mother American, my grandfather Corsican." "A libertyâ€"loving blend," Hall smiled, but again she retorted fiercely. "No! I don‘t believe in Liberty, or equality or Fraternity. Mn are not "*No! I don‘t equality or Frat born free and @c the lie of saying I must go below; ably still awake, salary." "But I‘ve never liked anything which tasted as definite as that without the accompaniment of plenty of breadâ€"andâ€" butter," Hall thought. "A little of Miss Ryland‘s company will supply that now, if the young man is not monoâ€" polizing her. And even if he is, I can ‘"*You‘ve reason to he said. "But wha wandered from the "Which?" The gqu GIRL FOR A MAGAZINE COVER She was gone without even the formula of "goodâ€"night," leaving Hall to puzzle over that likeress which still eluded him. An interesting young person. anvyhow, sharp and strange to the palate, like caviare . .. "Wilson Hall!" The owner of the name could feel rather than see that the strangse girl was frowning over the drawnâ€"out syllables. "Let me see! Yes, of course, you‘re the artist, and you have a wide knrowledge of modern lanzuages, including those of the East." "Wilson Hall is my name. I am bound for England first and that‘s as far as my plans ere fixed." The question was put so unexpectedly and directly that MHall answered with equal brevity. your name and where are you going? orvV r PFralermty. Meon are nos and equal. Why perpetuate saying that they are? Well, below; my charges are probâ€" awake, and I must carn my ason to be proud of them," ut what a long way we‘ve m the point." The question was perempâ€" THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TIMMINS, ONTARIO "FTar from it, Miss Ryland," Hall laughed, pushing the pad into his pocket. "And I wasn‘t making your portrait, only stealing an impression to be used for my own vile purposesâ€"if I‘m not infringing copyright." "We‘ll give permission if you‘ll do a real sketch of her." Struan had strolled over. "I sayâ€"would you? Td love to have it and you‘re not one of those painting chaps who seem deâ€" termined to make oven the prettiest girls look hags, with blue noses and ereen hair. a tuft of hair at the back of his head. Hall felt already quite elderâ€"brotherly towards the pair; he had stayed by chance at the same hotel in New York as Chrissie, her mother and youns Struan, for a couple of days before the "Glcriana‘‘ sailed, and fallen into an easy friendship. ‘"She‘s a pretty thing when she looks down like that," he thought now, watching the girl. "Yes, the maternal touch, a baby‘s head on her shoulderâ€" or she might be gazing at a brandâ€"new engagement ring. My child, you‘ll be a goldâ€"mine to me!" Hall pulled a little pad from his pocket and begain to sketch rapidly. "Oh!" The girl had glanced up and caught him in the act. "I do believe you‘re drawing one of us, Mr. Hallâ€" how thrilling! Which is it? Ranny, I hope, but if so, you‘ll have to give it to me." She had slipped down and wa Hall‘s side in a moment, leaning his shoulder to say disgustedly. "Only me! How dull!" "Far laughed pocket. portrait, be used I‘m not "It wouldn‘t do in my ling of bustâ€" ness," Hall shook his head. "Of eourse I‘ll draw Miss Ryland for you, any time that she can spare me an hour or two." "Big mouthâ€"small ecyesâ€"snub noseâ€" freckles," Chrissie checked off her disâ€" abilities on her fingers, laughing up at Struan. ‘"And you can‘t deny any of them!" laughter at the corners, tI beautiful tseth clipped moustache as he the girl beside him. It was pleagant in itsel was inhumanly cynical, youngsters so unafifsctedly very way the girl touch shoulder now and then, or and hilarious gan on the arm of a s faced, brownâ€"hair man. An attra Ransom Struan, alike; wideâ€"apart laughter at the c study her from a d valuable to lose, I . serics of magazine c different phases . . . for March ... hal crying as April. Th« tv idea!" In the light whic companionâ€"way he a noteâ€"book and p "Yachting dancing In the musicâ€"roon had expected, mor: contemplation than Ryland was engagec calondar," he thoughts. "Yes, months copy in | Breadâ€"andâ€"butteor for magazine cor n Mi TORONTO PORT ARTHUR VAL D‘OB CRAWLEY McCRACKEN COMPANY, LIMITED YaC to n H palu W 3€ pa n 1D 11 "What a goodâ€"looking girl!" Chrissie Ryland spoke enthusiastically. ‘"She‘s likeâ€"likeâ€"â€". _â€" Anyway, she came â€" at the right moment, just when I‘d told you to look at something worth while." Once more Hall realized the sincerity the girl‘s words, but this time Struan did not respond. He was still staring at the door, as though expecting the figure to retlurn. And Hall, glancing at him quickly, saw that the young man‘s eyes had a dazed, almost bewildered look. "Who is she?" Chrissie spoke to Mrs. Burphamâ€"West, who paused on her way to the door to answer. "Oh, that‘s just Miss Valenceâ€"my nurseryâ€"governess," she said petualantâ€" ly, and went out. Chrissie Ryland, turning to the men, mads a little incredulous gesture, which Struan translated with his boyâ€" ish laugh. "Some nurseryâ€"governess, eh?" he said. "Derry says that he will not go to sleep until you have kissed him goodâ€" night. He says you promised himâ€"I did not know whether you had, so I incoherent as her features. ‘"Poor little fellow ... but couldn‘t you have soothed him Miss Valence . , zcoaxed him to go to sleep? Susrelyâ€"â€"â€"" "Perhaps I could," the girl answered. "Rut I thought you would rather I told West‘s Mi Te broke off as the door opened. Miss Valence stood there, still wearâ€" : her grey coat and biack hat. At l1 she scearcely glanced; it was as she had already summed him . but her steady, level eyes surveyed rissie Ryland for an appreciable time d, reaching Ranny Struan, paused ‘re even longer. From thence her k passed swiftly over Mrs. Ryland‘s nely middleâ€"aged face, and arriving Mrs. Burphamâ€"West, she . spoke My, really e=I <~dic st‘s speech and SUDBURY KENOR A NQORANDA i it‘s quite a nice result. Don‘t igree, Mr. HMHall?" 1A (To be Continued) i‘s eyes were bent on the girl‘s d Haill felt an honest pride in e. _ For that was the effect ‘hrissie gave, the effect which »r undeniable prettiness. Her ht brown hair. coiled over the s thickly sprinkled with gleams there were definite golden hor grey syos, and the freckles owdered her nose an dcheeks nd bare arms were like gold enough," Chrissie gave a litâ€" _ _"I‘m tired of myself. Look inz elss, both of you, someâ€" e worth while." 1A Y deat more as silently as she had Burphamâ€"West, mutâ€" could rise clumsilly to redit of Struan‘s inâ€" alized the girl‘s sinâ€" Hall answered graveâ€" ther and gold dust 1e said. "We won‘t yes‘ .‘ . Mrs. Burphamâ€" thoughts were as jolly idea! Anc hnow vou do look M O N T COCHR ANE CHAPLEA BAIE COMEAU +_ NORTH F LARDER LAKE TIMMINS The following is the report for July of the local superintendent, A. G. Carâ€" son, for the District of Cochrane Chilâ€" dren‘s Aid Society:â€" Applications for children for adoption Office interviews . Interviews out of office Complaints received ... Investigations made Children involved ... No easy hopes or lies Shall bring us to our goal, But iron sacrifice Of body, will, and soul. There is but one task for all One life for each to igive. Who stands if Freedom fall? Who dies if England live? Among ths best known and most dearly beloved of English authors of the twentieth century, was Rudyard Kipling. whose works are an everiastâ€" ing memory of the man whom all Engâ€" land adored. A close friend of English royaity, the author‘s death came as a great shock to his many readors. But (by Rudyard Kipling) For all we have and are, For all our children‘s fate, Stand up and take the war, The Hun is at the gate! Our world has passed away In wantonness o‘erthrown. There is nothing left toâ€"day But stoel and fire and stone! Comfort, content, delight, The ages‘ slowâ€"bought gain, They shrivelled in a night,. Only ourselves remain To face the naked days In silent fortitude, Through perils and dismays Renewed and reâ€"renwed. the twentieth Kipling. whost ing memory of land adored. Once more we hear the word That sickened earth of old :â€" No law except the Sword Unsheathed and uncontrolled Once more it knits mankind, Once more the nations go To meet and break and bind A crazed and driven foe. Report for July of the District Children‘s Aid Though all we made depart, The old Commandents stand: In patience keep your heart, In strength lift up your hand Though all we knew depart, The Commandents sta In courage keep your heart, In strength lift up your hand If You Like Books (By A. H. CHAPLEAU NORTH BAY stand 23 27 Mail received Children in Shelter Mail sent out Children boardaing out Wards visited Court attendance Juvenile cases ... 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