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I don't think I have erer known what real happiness meant before.' "That's a very sad thing to near a girl of your age say, Margery-" "I know; but it's true, nevertheless." Am overwhelming desire to confide in hex companion came* and oefore she could put up any tight it had conquer- ed. She found li'TK-lf telling he story ef her life, right back from the day her mother had died, leaving her to face existence with a father who. al- though occasionally kind, was tlior- twfrhly unsatisfactory :r a'io>t every ether way. Continuing, she brought her narra- tive up to the point where (iiorgo t'er- in*on one <!ny had mysteriously dii- f era red. S.ster Faith opened her blue eyes w ; dcr. "Disappeared?" she repeated. 'Yes. We were living in a dreadfu! street at Harlesden then --oh," cover- in? her eyes with her hand.-.. "1 can ree that awful house now. It a just a slum but as father saiil hs couldn't nford anything bitter, I hnu to put up v.-ith it. I should have cone to work ivyself if he had not been > angry every time I mentioned it. Of course," with a pitiable little smile, "I dor.'t quite know what I could have done. You see, Sister, I was never brought up to do anything except look after the house." "That's the best work a woman can do, my dear." "I didn't think so," tossing her hair back from her forehead: "I hated it. We were so poor so frightfully poor." "What did your father do?" "I never knew. He was always so secretive about his work always hint- ing that he was going to make a for- tune. On those days, he would be ridiculously excited; but that mood soon passed, because in the ordinary way, he was terribly depressed. In both cases, he was very difficult to live with." "I can quite believe it. But you were telling me that he 'disappeared'." "Yes there's no other word for it. One day a oar drew up outaide the house. A man who looked like a clergyman in mufti I mean, he had a clergyman's type of fare; thin, refined. 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'That man who called he wouldn't give any name, although I asked him wanted to know if father was at home. He was but he war, drunk." "Oh, my dar!" "Yes, he was lying on the sofa in ,he little sitting room. The man with lie cold eyes came in after me with lis companion, and told me to leave ;he room. At first, I didn't want to, >ecause I didn't know who thsse two strangers were, but then I thought I'd >etter obey, or father would be angry when he became sober. I was only away ten minutes, but when I got back father was gone." "What had happened?" "I don't know and I've never heard. But thi.t's only part of the mystery. I'm sure that father is in the hands of criminals I suspect the man with cold eyes from the beginning." "Haven't you heard anything?" "Only a few words on a scrap of paper. It was headed 'Mandling,' which I looked up and found to be a village in Kent. The handwriting was my father's there was no doubt about that but there were only four other words." "What wero they, my dear?" " 'Come and help rue,' " was ;he re- ply. "I daresay it seems silly to you, Sister, for a grown man to send an appeal like that to his daughter, but father as never quite like a normal person." "Have you done nothing? I mean, haven't you been to the Police?" "No; I was afraid to do that." "But it is your duty." "I know, Sister; but I was frighten- ed that my father might be implicated in something criminal. He is so weak. . . ." "But, all the same, if you think he's in danger and you evidently do you should go to the Police." "But I've told you why I didn't. And now, perhaps, it's too late. A violent fit of sobbing shook the girl so that she could not say any more. The nun, taking up the tea-tray, look- ed down at her with infinite compas- sion. Then, feeling that this was a situation with which she could not hope to deal, she quietly left the room. Margery's distress did not last very long. The sight of the empty chair opposite her made her fel foolish. To cause sadness to that sweet Sister Faith how ungrateful. Now that she was calmer, her mind became concentrated in a different di- rection. Curiously enough, it was not of the nun who had been such a friend to her she was thinking. No, it w.is a man who occupied her thoughts now and, even more strange, that man was not her father. This other was young not many years older than hersclf-^-nnd, for a few moments on n never-to-be-forgot- ten day, she had rested in his arms. And sho had unthinkingly sent him into danger. For that was what had happened, without a doubt; an appeal had been wrung from her, and this Sir Galahad had answered it. Ho had pledged her his help, and he must have gone straight to Mandling after leaving her at this harborage. What had become of him there? She scarcely Jarcd to think. At this moment, in an upstairs room, the Mother Superior of the Convent gave her decision. "Wo must help the poor child, Sis- ter," she said; "if you will enquire the number, I will ring up Scotland Yard." Quality has no substitute de garens tioncd Birchall, the crook for whom he had been mistaken at the Mid- Western Hotel. The sight gave him a certain stimulus; sit least, he was getting nearer the heart of the mys- tery. Birchall, negligently balancing a re- volver on the palm of his right hand, came closer, standing over him. "You ought to have kept out of this, young fella," he said; "but, gee, I don't wonder Judith made the mis- take; you're the dead ringer of me- - ht least, you would be if you were ten years older. But, as I say, you were a poor sap to get into this mess. What made you, anyway?" The strange thing was that Crane felt himself almost liking the man. The other's insouciant manner, dark- ened though it was by a leer, was aj> pealing in a bizarre sort of way. It occurred to him quickly that the best policy for him to adopt wou'.d be to affect simplicity. Punch and Judy Hound of a London corner, Down of a London mews. Back of the shout of the traffic And the "mid-day special" news, Out of the old bound numbers ' In their much be-nngered row, Are Judy and Toby and Baby In Mr. Punch's show Waterloo Bridge Is sentenced, Devonshire House ia down; The big white shop fronts face us Like the streets of a foreign tov:n; Cupid's gone from the Circus, Taxis rattle the Row, Still, In a back street ner There's Mr. Punch's show. Pick up a crawling hansom, You'll find one close to the Park! Follow the 'busless byways. When the first lights prick through j the dark, . r There's gathering crowd of children, Itwasn t my fault that I got into ' ed it," he sa.d; "I was mistaken for someone else " he paused "and, by jingo, I understand now that someone else must have been you!" "Without a doubt, kid," drawled the jther; "if this was put in a book, they wouldn't believe it, eh? But you're in the soup all right; and there'll be no getting out." "I don't know what yc-u mean. To the lost pre-cinema ages, And Mr. Punch's show. Kathleen Coynyngham Greene, "London Jingles." f ROADWAYS Like stone we form one roadway, and we shall crush each other if we do not uphold each other. The orator who deals largely In quotations speaks volumes. Tor Baby's Bath More than that of any other member of the family, baby s tender, delicate skin needs the greatest care and attention. The soft soothing- oils in Baby's Own Soap make it specially suitable 1 for babies, and is clinging fra- grance reminds one of the roses of France which help to inspire 1 it. "It'i best for :/> and Baby too" In Fort Lennox, He Aux Noix | Among the historic memorials of Canada that have been from time to' You : time placed under the care of the Na- ^ can't do this sort of thing in Eng- tlonal Parks of Canada of the Depart- land." He held up bis handcuffed ment of the Interior there are few wrists in illustration. "Oh h?" softly commented the other; "is that so? Well, it seems to have happened all the same. And what are you going to do about it, eh?" "What can I do? Two men broke into my bedroom at the local inn last night, and although I put one of t IK-HI out, the other got ochind me . . . . I/xak here, you seer.i a decent sort; what does all this mean?" The only reply h got was a further chuckle. "Trying to do the sob stuff, eh? Well, kid, that won't work with me. You ought to have thought of what would happen before you stuck your nose in." He bent a little lower. "They keep a pet tcrturer down at this joint for guys like you. Badoglio his name is. He's an Italian, and about three times as big as they make 'em nowadays. He's got a few ideas of his own." The .-poaker broke off to grin in a manner that made Crane afraid he would be sick. (To be continued.) richer In historical interest or more charmingly situated than the massive old fortress that stands In quiet dig- nity on lie aux Noix on the Richelieu river In Quebec. 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Then, with a groan, he remembered: he ha<l been attacked that night was it still night? had put up a light, but had been knocked out. After that, there was a blank. Although he know he was now con- scious, he remained still for a few more moments. Ho wanted to get his strength back. And moving, as he had already found, was an infinitely painful process. His body was rack- ed with pain; it was as though he had been bruised from head to foot. A particularly violent throb in his right tcmplo made him attempt to raise a hand. Confusion became fur- ther confounded with that: there was a jingling of inetnl, and, to his amaze- ment, he found that one hand could not bo lifted without the other. He stared stupidly, before realizing that both his wrists were encircled by a pair of Inn,. I: nil'- He was a pris- oner. As the truth flooded through him he heard a laugh a laugh that n , mocking devil might have made. "Pretty, aren't they?" enquired i. voice. Ho ILL. I to half-turn, and, into hi* orbit of gaze showed a mnn; n in tin who, although probably ten yearn older, might quite easily have ber:\ mistaken fur himself. Though feeling almost Ucyond sur- prise, he liit his lip in nntonishnii'ii' This was the follow Whittle had men- ISSUE No. 732 The little ones are not happy always; Ours Is a grown-up world planned for a race Of tall folk; Imagination's small maze Of melody and colour has no plare To spread Its little tent. The lovely eyes, Of children are not happy, are not gay Always; It Is a world too great in size, Too huge for the gnome's song and the elf's play. Too coarse for the little ones to nest their dreams And make believe; too chill, often, for those Who are as fragile as the tulip's seams Kin to the moonlight and the meadow rose. I sometimes wish God bad desired to make A little planet for the children's sake! TJert Cooksley In the New York Times. 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