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Use the Best! "SAUOA" GREEN TEA „ Finerthctn ^ny Japan or CHIna Green. IDEAL- That Foreiper at Lathpop's BV ROSE WILDER LANE. â-² NEW FROCK FOR THE JUNIOR MISS. This charininif little frock is v«ry •imply made and would look smart if fashioned of flannel, jersey, or \'elve- tocn. The skirt front is plaited und Juirc-d to the bodici-, while the back is f/'.ain. ContraKtiriK material ig UKcd foe th<( round collar, patch pockets, iirid \M ist-bandft finishing the long nk-ove."!. A l«.'lt fasten.s at the side ccums iind ticu in a chic bow nt back. N\). lain is in (fizoB 8, 10, 12 and 14 years. Si7.e 10 requirt-H liH yards 32 inch materiul, or IVi yards 39-inch, und Va yuiil contrniitinK. 20 cent.s. Our new l^'ufthion Book contains many dtyle.s .showinK how to dross boys anu ^\t\s. Simplicity i<< thu rule for wt!!-drc.sstd children. Clothes of t'huruclei' und irxlividuulity for the junior fo'.k.s aro Iwird to buy, but easy to make with our pattern.'*. A small amount of money .spent on i;(K)d inn- t^riulH, cut on siinplf liiiCR, will )/,\\k children tho privilege of wearing adorublo thing;:. Price of the book 10 rt.>nt« tho copy. HOW TO OKOER PATTERN& Write your namo and address plain- ly, giving number and lize of rach patterns as you want Enck>se 20e In â- ttmps or coin (coin preferred; wrap it carefully) for etch number and â- ddrecs your order to Pattern Dept., Wilson Publishing Co., 71 Wect Ade- laide St, Toronto^ Pattorna Mnt by rvturo malL Misleading Muriel. Murli'i .^!ullspIa^iilor wan a que«r (Irl, liiit ibi' oMior day «hc received a propoful of ninrrlRjio from a man whom nlif hail nhv(ky.<4 rogurdei) as u bp(ilh'»r liitbor tlian a kjver. •â- .Muriel," lio iHkKun, "you know I bavK iihvayt) turD«<l tn you, tliat 1 have ^way>< thouKlil <>( yoii. May Iâ€" that Ib â€" would you er -oh, hang If, Mnrlwl, will yon bo my wife?" "Oood gracious! " exclaimed Muriel. "What u atart. you gavo ika, Qaorite. At flrBt I (houKlit yon wcro tryln« to borrow home money." Not fiefora. SlUe&mitii "Thitt ia thu tyi)e of waalilns >na(lilnt Itiat iMiyn for Ittetf, •»r." Prosp<iil "Wtoil, ft* soon us II lias done that, you can have It deUreifd •t my b(m»o." Lotig Trip by Motor. luli-ndluK to make tho wivoln of tho 1,000 niUcB Journoy by motor car, Mr. l*WTenc« Hnil)<«r has R».'t otf from Man- cheetor to Calcutta. Resignation. Tronbte te pnrt of the common lot. Th« Ba«r«d writer averred that man wae bom to It a» inervUably as "tbe sparks fly upward." Novortheleas, I hold that It is a big mtetake to regard lief as a troubioiw sea with which we are doomed to battle without cessa- tion. Tli*re is much respite in life, many "havens under the hlU" in which one can find pAace and rest. Of all these eure havens, the sureet, and the most calm and reeitful. Is the haven of resignation. That word does not mean Juel "taking tbtuge lyinc down." It meens, rather, factg things Bcr«noly, trtanding spuarely upon two feet. Trouble may bo inevitable; but its effect upon nerve and heart and will dcpneds nJrao9.t wholly upon the man- ner in which It Is met, the spirit in which It Is endured, the courage with which It 1« faced. Trouble m«y weaken, but it may aluo strengthen. The sturdiest oak of all Us n<>lghhors Is usuaJ<ly the one ex- \ posed the most to the storm. That Is the thought Longfellow exprossee when he says: â€" O fear not in a world like this. And thou shalt know ero long, Know how sublime a thing It is To suffer and be strong. That is true resignationâ€" "to suffer and be strong." It Is fighting patience, It Is calm determination, which cannot be baffled, to win Joy and lnsa>iratlon and hope from life, dlspite its many diAooiuvgemeuts and dlsUluslonmeuts. When the hero of Bunyan's allegory was flung down by ApoUyon, and his ! Bword fell from his hand, he did not give n't- The field thought he had the pilgrim of life at his mwcy. But the mnn, though prostrate, was not beat- en â€" though "down," wa8 not "out." He stretched out hl.s haad, clutched his sword again, and crying: "I fall; but I rise again!" sprang to his feet and put the flcnd to flight. Wo all have to be "up aud doinc, wlih a h-eart for any fato," If we would win through life. Resignation, then, In not the whining ory of the weokllng, the fold«?d h.'tnds of the c<)nqu«*re<l. On tho contrary, resignation defies all "the KlIiigH and nrrows of outrageous fortune" by refusing to be slain by them; It l» the spirit that snillos even In the face of death, and says: "De of good che-<«r; while there's life there's h(>i»e!" 1 Yes, It phicks the fruit of courn«e ! f n>m the tree of despair, and finds 'flowers or hope growing on the nmr- \ gin of Ilfe'n rougho.sl roads. 11 be- jlleves In the happy endings of the most Kombre volumes of e^pcri(>nce. "^ I II ^ ^1 â-  , The Child and Music Study. SuccpsK in l»^chiuK music to child- ren <le|>en(ls largely on getting tho clilldreu Interested in tho music study. It goes without faying tliat a child, na I well a« an adult, will learn nni.'?lc or' anything else quicker and l>etter it an Interest Is nnnised In the study or tho pnr.suit. Yet It must not be Imag- ined that the pleasing of the child Is tho cflpeelal goal at whicli we aim. It It were we would never give the child tiK-hulcal exercises, and to many of them no ple<'es except popular alra. .\nd If we curry the Irea to Its logical conclusion In other studies the amount of graniniur, arithmetic, geography, hl.iiory and Bi><>'lllng that many child- ren w<.iuil<l learn might he put into a vest ixveket. No, the proper aitn of the music tnacher is to educate all his pupils tn munlc. real muele, high-toned music, and In time dlftleult music; to train tbe ear to dIstJingulith the pure from the impure, the Inie from tho falee, and tho lofty from the degraded; to make tho hand of the planlei flexible and dexterous; for the singer to make the voice sw««et and pure, with per- fect Intonfltlon and pronuncliitlon. All this chIIk for niu('h Mmn und attenllun to technical and d<'t:ill work. The laacher ihiil lgtiorr'« all this, whether (ier<tgneilly ov fmni i vnrslglit, therein ^ rite." himself in heiself down n nuni- iK'r niK' fulliire Art is exac-llng. Now the practical naclur nuLst worli out the problem of h.iruionlzlng IlieHc two tilings which may seem lni-(in»liileni ; first, tho high and Ht»»rn ri>«|iiircment« of art und true c.iltnn*; ^le<â- onlI. the securing of the child's Interest In the study or pur- biilt. In «ouie cases tho pnd)leni Ih easy of hiiIutJi;n, In others nearly or quite lifip<).">sihle. Somotlmen a real «m' apparent ((unpruuiUe will llniilly at- tain the de^ll•e«l eu<l. MONEY WANTED \Z^'q PRid on Amounts from IIOO to (5,000. Beet of Security. Kur full Information uddreas f.lid'Ccmtinent Bond Corporation 3Jt Bay Streat, Toronto 2 l-;ii(|iil. icH ircatgd conlldentlBlly. MInard'a Liniment for Sore Back. Thoughtless of Him. .Mrs. Newwed "What's thlit thing. doarr Newwexl "It's a pawn ticket, honey." Mrs. Newwod "Why didn't you get two, so \vc couM both go?" PAKT I. Bill Morton saw him first: Old Bill Morton, driving home from Stillwater Farmers' Excjiange in the mud-spat- tered flivver, with the empty cream cans joggling each other in the back of it, saw the stranger walking ahead of him down the road. From the looks of him Bill would Imve thought he was one of the sum- mer folks, if it had Iwcn the seasfm for them. But this was only April; the river was still in muddy flood, the win- dows of the big hotel on the cliffs were Ijoarded up, and the portable houses scattered in the woods looked as un- inhabitable as last year's birds' nests. Summer folks didn't come ti'J June, and Bill Morton wondered what this fellow was doing in Green Valley. He was too well dressed for a tramp, in knee pants, putties and^eorJuroy coat; he couldn't be anybody's new hired man, abroad at that hour; and he wasn't a hunter, for he had neither gun nor dog. So when the fiivver came up to him, Bill shut down the gas and shouted, "Like a lift?" He almost bit back the words as he said them. If he had not shouted be- fore he saw the soft brown eyes, the pale dark skin and white teeth flash- ing between a dark little mustache and a flare of loose bow tie. Bill would have gone past in silence. He knew something about foreigners, Young Bill having come back from the war with many tales. Bill had no preju- dice against them, but he was by na- ture a cautious man. It was now too late, however. The stranger, with a large flowing gesture of gratitude, got in. "Come far?" Bill asked, letting in the clutch, and he looked sidewise under grizzled eyebrows at that for- eign face. The stranger said, in surpri.singly good English, that he had walked from Stillwater. Bill thought he must have come in on Number Five that morning. Bill shouted above the jangle of the cream cans, "Going far?" He did not quite catch the reply, but gathered that it was vague and indefinite. He asked at once, "Ixxjking for work?" With eight cow.«, and four heifers coming fresh that month, not to speak of spring planting piling up on him, Bill badly needed a steady hired man, especially since young Bill was mar- ried and had his own farm to take care of. The foreign man .showed all his teeth again, saying "No" with hi.s head, and "Thank you" with his shoul- {i','r.s. From that moment Hill began to di.slike him. A full-grown, a;)le- bcdied man, waHcing idly along the road in spring, when there was more work than all hands could possibly do! It looked suspicious, to say tho least. From all accounts in the papers, this was no time to pick up shabby stran- gers on lonely roads, and Bill thought with some grimness of that stretch of wood road beyond the Widow La- throp's. He Wouldn't stop now and n.sk the man to get out, but he would keep an eye on him. The man was about forty, hard to tell exactly; he looked wiry and maybe carried a knife. Bill thought, aware of his fat wallet where it lay against his rib.s. But if it came to that. Bill judged he could take care of himself. For all his fifty years, he had no cause to mistrust the mu.scles that sheathed his broad shoulders and bulged at need, on arms and legs. Coming around the liend of roau by the willow thicket, in sight of tho Widow Lathrop's white houso and red barns. Bill looked for a glimpse of the blue gingham r>nd flaming hair. "Carrot Top!" he'd called Ellen Mear.s when they went to .school to- gether, and though for twenty years he had addressed her as "Mrs. L«- Ihrop," he thought of her as "Ellie." His wife, dead these sixteen years, had culled her that, and the word "Ellie" meant tu him that flame of hair and an impre»sion of neat freshness, com- petence and spunk. The Lathrop farm had been a run- down place of a hundred weedy mort- gaged acres fourteen years ago when Jim Lathrop wa.s killed by a runaway team, and she took hold. Bill Morton never came around that bend in the road without being struck again by what she had done. He saw her now, coming up the gar- <U'n patch. She waved her hand to him and he slowed down, stopping by the mail box just outside the paling fence. Voung spears of grass were thick in li«-r front yard, and she came around l»y tho gravel path, between rows of the spiky-leaved yellow floweru that bloomed on each side of it. It beat all l\ow she madejiimo to fuss with them. .Some of the gravel stuck to the thick mud on her shoe:? and her skirt w.is dulibled with wet at the hem. There was something jolly about her stout neat figure and the way she walked. She pushed back her sunbonnet an-1 that red hair plninst made n man blink. Ked hair and temper go to- gether, and she had a temper, all right, the way she made the hired men jump into their jobs. But she could keep n hired man longer than any- body else in Green Valley. Bill jfot out of th? car and handed Iver cream cans over the fence. She took them iti her strong brown handc, muddy from the garden, and asked what he had decided about setting out tomatoes for the cannery. For her part, she said, she wasn't going to do it. It paid well â€" sixty dollars an acre «he'd cleared last year. But with tomatoes taking it out of the land the way they did, and so much trouble getting hired help enough to handle them â€" ^her blue glance went over Bill's shoulder to the stranger. Bill said nothing, so she knew he was not a new hired man. Bill gave her the crt-nm slip and got back into tiie ear. "Spring's certainly here," she said. Her sleeves were rolled up and above the brown wrists her folded arms on the gate were pink and white as a baby's. She had put the cream slip into her apron pocjcet without a glance at it. "I don't know when I've felt the sun so warm this time of year*' And put your fingers down into the ground; seems like you can feel it coming alive." Bitl looked at her in slow sur- prise. What did she mean "coming alive"? He thought of cutworms. "Tell Julie I've got more ground- cherry plants than I can use. She's welcome to 'em," she went on hurried- ly, and the engine loudly responded to the starter. That was ElHe all over, always generously thinking of the neighbors. "Thanks," BiU called. "She'll be lover." And he put away from ham _ the thought of Julie, the only daughter left at home. The way Jeff Rogers was han^ng around, it looked as though Julie would not be at home much longer, and he hated to think of it. Bill did not remember later whether that foreign man had asked questions or whether he himself had just talked. Anyway, ho told about the Lathrop farm, two hundred and forty acres of the best land in the valley, with not a cent owing on it. There it was, lying on both sides of the road, teams plow- ing on the far forty and the alfalfa coming up grreen. It was natural to talk about it, though he kept most oi his thougfhts to himself. It didn't join his own place; there was that wood- land lying between. More and more. Bill resented that woodland. .' * it had not been tied up in the probate courts, ho could have bought it. If he and Ellie joined up then, they would have five hundred aci-es. Still, he didn't know. As lung as Julie was at home and everything goinff well enough, no need ii> make a change. They were coming to the wood road and Bill rctumod to wariness of the stranger. But to his surprise they hud hardly got well among the trees before the man asked to get out. "Thank you, .sir," he said, standing there on a mat of dead leaves, taking off his cap. "I thank you very much." (rood riddance, Bill thought, and drove on. That was tho begiiining. Exjictly what occurred immediately afterward ] nobody knew, though there was a i great deal of talk about it. Mandy I Simmons, the hired giriy saw the man coming down the road at sunset, and said to herself that Mrs. Lathrop .would make short work of him; she had no patience with tramps. The next thing Mandy knew, there he was in tho front room and Mr.s. I^athrop coming out to tell her to open straw- berry preserves and cut the ginger- bread for supper. Driven by all the rush of spring work, Bill Morton heard nothing of the talk till he went to town the next Saturday. When he drove by the La- throp place at ten o'clock in the morn- ing ihert> was that foreigner at the far end of the garden patch with EHie. He was holding a pan of young plants and she was on her knees setting them out. The sunbonnet had fallen back on her shoulders and she kept looking up at him, reaching for a plant, talk- ing so busily she didn't hear the fliv- ver. Bill saw no cream cans and did not stop. About one o'clock she came driving, into Stillwater in her own car, the foreigner with her. She stoppetl at the bank corner to let him out, nodded to him as though they were old friends. Then she took her cream and eggs to the Farmers' Exchange. Nob<.>dy knew much about him. He gave his name as Johi Mondo!".;!. He was staying at the .Sti'lwater llou.se, but already he had eaten fo.ir meals at the Widow 1 athrop's. counting thai first supper. lie did not hire a car, ov oven 11 horse and buggy, to go out thcio. lie walked. On the other hand, to hear him talk and s.s« him lUrutting around, one would think he owned the earth. He had seen Ed Huliingor, the notary public, insurance and real estate man, and had asked about price.s of farm land. Said he was looking around and mig!>t buy a farm. Ed Hullinsfrr tried to pii\ him down, and ho said he didn't caii" what it cost if it suited him. He asked what a farm like tho Lathrop pl.si-i> would l*o worth on the market. Stillwater folk^ had sf-aii men like that l>efori>. The marvel was that a gciod sensible woman li'so Mrs. La- throp seemed to be taken in by him. Sunday niorriing thay went to church together, and after rervlees sh-j introduced him to a iiumlwr of iV.k.^. Radio Without BtMeries i ^'Jh Xn'Sup^i^K'^u > Uniform Everiasting Power Operates from your lamp socket The Rogers operates direct from any light â- ocket on aate»M.Un« cur- rent. No batteries, cJiemlcaJs, wires or attachmeaitsâ€" you Just rrag Inâ€" Then Tune In." It costs about 4c a week to operate dally Bn<l you get uniform evertostto* poww from the day you plug tp.â€" fof ever niore. Many of the meet promtaeirt and partlcutar radio patron* throu«hOTi Canada are prood owavn of Ro«wrs SeU. -An tn*eree«±ni hooKJ«. "Ev1dre«ice," wiA be aeat you TREE upon requeet Any Rogera aeaw wm iumtoM a ae£ on the easy paymeot plan. Write for Free Illustrated Booklet. No Citemicais - No Aeriaii Q.R3. My3IC CO., CANADA, LTD. 590 King St Weet Toronto, Ont He smiled that gleaming smile under his mustache and did not eay much. Mrs. Lathrop held that red head of hers in the air and talked and laughed more than usual (To be continued.) World's aeverest Thieves. Human nature presents few more intereettng studies than the criminal tribes of India, says a writer in the Wide WorM Magazine. They number about a mUlion and live entrlely by or- ganized crime. Roamdng the length and breadth of the country, they prey upon native and British society alike, with a clever- ness that is almost uncanny. Quite uneducated, they are nevertheless the most Ingenious ad resourceful rogues In the world, so mtich so that all the forces of law and order are in-capable of curbing their activities. The "crims,' as they are ealled, oon- siet of different sects or castes, who form themselves into tribes, vUlageflk or clans each sect pufsuing Us own type of crime. There Is a sect, for In- stance, which Is addicted solely to housebreaking; another whose mem- bers are coiners; and neither wouhl ever dream of encroaching upon the province o* another tribe or claa whose special forte might be picking pockets. The members of one trH)e devote their time exclusively to }ewel robber- ies In railway trains, carrying out thedr thefts with almost Inhuman stealth und dexterity. Again, many of the sects will on no account commit viol- ence; othcvTe, on the contrary, do not hesitate to murder. Some rob only at night; others only during the day. These eccentricities of conduct are BO strictly ol«»erved that they have as- sumed the nature of rites, and are ad- hered to most reltslously. That Apostrophe ! Many people are worried by the po8s««6lvo apostrophe. They 8«em to think that it must always be used be- fore the final "s." FW instun<«, not long ago a notice In a hall read, "Ladle's room." Instead of "Ladles' room." The general .-ule is to put the apos- trophe immediately after the singular form of the noini If on« person or thing Is meant, and after the plural when more than one !s meant. When the plural is formed by the addition of "s" this rule Is plain and easy. Thus we should say: "My boy's school" and "A laige boys' school"; "That little ftsh's Uir and "Fishes tails." The trouble begins wheu the plural form of tho word does not end In "s." But it need not, if the rule to pliu'e ' the apostrophe Immediately after the plural Is remembered. For Instance, one stiould write. "Men's headgear," "Women's hats." There are words which make no change for siugular and pluiral. Thus wi! say, "A sheep's lleeco" and "A thousand shwp's fleeces." Other wi>i-\ls have no slngulav form. Thus \vs should write, "My shears' blades" and "The scissors' edges axe dull." whether Kpe;iklnj; of one ivair or a gross. Write Your Own Ticket Write your own ticket, jmtoM feUow, •nd state Your name acsd tddnees, your blrtbj and the date. How far would you travel, what eli^tt' would you see? What Is It you're anxloui to do and to be? Life's roads are all op«n! W^hich one wilt you u«e? Here are aU sorts of stations. Come, step up and choose! Write yotir own ticket! SUte plain'.; your dream; Will you drift with the current, or pad- dle up stream? FWt name or shady, good habits or bad. Step up and pl-ck them. They're here to be had. Where would you be when you're fifty, let's say"'? Tell \is that now, and get started U^ dayt ^ Write your own tlckeit! There's none to deny Y'our right to whatever you're willing to try. Where are you Bolng to? What Is yx>ur plan? Would you be known as a fool or a man? Life still has much for Its stout hearts to do. Which task will you Uckle? It's all up to you. â€" Edgar A. duest. Not So Serious. Young M'Nab was worried. "I'm feart I've mode an awfu' mis- take," he confided to M'Pherson. "I've got engaged tae a lass In Auchtet^ muchty, an' noo 1 hear she's a terrible flirt an' has been kissed by every man In the toon." "Ah, weel," said •M'Pherson. comfort- ingly, "Auchtermuchty's no sae vernt big a plaoo after «'!" â€" » _ The Real Damage. The Polic&man (after the exaonina- tion of the vlctlni of nM>tor accident, to motorist)â€" "This Is goin' to be aerl- our for you. You'vq broken his arm, cut his head, sprained bis axkkle, bruised â€" " , The Motorist "Yes, that's ill veiry well, but have you seem what he's done to my car?" Sense of Value. The teacher had been telliiug the ehlldien about the va>riou8 human faculties tor hearing, eeelng, etc.. and how they trequeatly te«tlfled er- roneously. Havtog ilnjisbed. she asked the class, "Now, what are the five seoees tor?" Little MarUyn, aged six, replied: "To buy th' ice oream con© with," Another World. The weight, of n load depemls upon the Rttraition «if the earth. But sup- pose tho attraction it the earh were remove<l? .\ ton on some other planet, where the ntiractlon of gravity Is less, dors not weigh h.ilf a ton. Now Chris- tianity removes the attraction of the earth, arul this is one way It diminish- es men's burden. It makes them cltl- «'!ns of another world. -^-W. H. 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