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[ JThe Quality Tea TEA "sragswir <.0UI8 ARTHUR CUNNINGHAM CHAPTER XVIll Alcw weeks later, toward eve- a'mf, jnst as tlicjr were finishing the evening meal, those at Phili- ticft beard the rau<^ous tocsin, the croaking music of the horn on the •talion wagon that had more lives <ahan a whole family of cats. "Roger!" cried Pol Martin. "It it Roger returning." And the ex- cellent peach pudding that was the dessert that night was at once forgotten, and even madame join- ed the streaming exodus from the dining room and made her way through the crowd on the steps to bid him welcome to hold him in her arms, to weep a little as she saw the look en his face when Meridct came to him and put her arms about his neck and kissed him. "I always like to return at twi- light," he said, mounting the steps with Pol Martin and Rosine on his shoulders. "It has always seemed to me the best time for a home- coming. I don't know why, may- be the cheery lights and the warm fire and â€" ah, it Is good to be . back!" His gaze had scarcely once starved from Meridel. His eyes had a hungry look in them. He langhted and talked and made the children laugh at his nonsense, but when they had all trooped of to bed, he stretched wearily in his chair and closed his eyes. • * * "Just," he explained, "so that 1 m^y opec them and see you all about me. It has been so long." His band reached out and touched Mendel's where she sat close to him. "This is real," he said as if to himself. "All of it â€" real. And you are going to be with me al- ways. Meridel. I thought some- times I should never return to you, that my luck would run out. But It held â€" it has held so far." "You have done well, Roger," said madame. "We read of your exploits, saw your picure in this paper and that." He waved his hand. "We do not reason why, madame. When we are doing the things they praise us for, they do not seem of great importance, and when the world finds them so â€" well, we are puz- zled. Tell me, was there ever any more word about Michel?" "Nothing," said madame. "Re- cently we read that his friend, Kehl, was arrested by the Ameri- can police, along with some dozens of others and held on charge of espionage. Perhaps he was among them. 1 do not konw, Roger ' "Strange. Well. I shall give it up as one of the riddles of the age. Tomorrow, meriflel, I want to go shopmg with you. 1 want to buy you things â€" a ring â€" the loveliest ring. I want to see it on your finger, then I shall begin to think you really belong to me." « « * In the busy weeks that follow- ed Roger seemed to get as much enjoyment as Meridel or madame out of the mutifarious preparations for the wedding. He was on hand Wc recommend: FORBES YELLOWKNIFE GOLD MINES, LTD. 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So it was with Rudolph, with the bridlike Mademoiselle Corbin; only old Mimt Fabre's ageless eyes glimps- ed the face that for a moment came close to the windowpane and then was gone. It was Roger who first noticed the pallor of her parchment skin, the whiteness of her lips, the way her hands trembl- ed. "Xante Mimi!" He hurried to her, ' but she brushed his arm away. "Are you ill? Is there some- thing I â€" " « * • She tightened the grip of her bony fingers on the knob of her stick. "It is nothing," she said. "Nothing. Just a little weaknes. I shall go to my room and rest for a while. No, I do not want anyone to come with me. I would be alone.' Madame went slowly up the stairs to her room. Her step was firm, though her heart beat so hard that it pained her breast. She walked to the window and looked out for a few moments. She could tell that he was there; she could alfost feel his eyes looking up at her out of the blackness. For only an instant she hesitated, then she lifted her hand and beckoned to him. "He never before obeyed me," she muttered, tinkering with her teeth that were misbehaving this night. "Perhaps he won't now. What in God's nnme does he mean by skulking out there in the dark- ness, peering in at windows! I'll â€" " she clutched her stick " â€" I'll do what I used to long ago; I'll lay this across his thick shoulders. I'll knock some of the devil out of him. If I had done the right thing â€" ah, there!" * * * She watched the doorknob turn slowly, the door as slowly open. But he entered quickly, without a sound, closed it behind him and turned the key. He flung his hat deftly at a chair in the corner and grinned as it landed safely. He wore a trench coat, a white scarf, his hair was redder even than she remembered it. He smiled at her ano said quietly, "For once, Xante Mimi, I obeyed you. I was about to go off into the cold, dark, wind- swept nigjit, as they say in the books, when 1 saw your light go on and your still lovely figure standing in the window. When you beckoned to me I hesitated onlv briefly; then I came just to say hello â€" and then good by." Xhe black eyes, hawk's eyes, bright and gleaming, never left his face. Every inch of it they stuoied â€" the long jaw, the stubby nose and wide mouth, the blue eyes in which the devil danced even as in her own. His shoulders bulked huge inside the blue coat. He was taller than Roger. He looked, she thought, like some Milesian king of old. Give him a winged helmet, a jerkin of chain mail, a battle- ax â€" "Oeberlieutenant Faber," she said. * * • He clicked his heels and bowed stiffly, his face like something graven in stone. Xhen all the dis- guise dropped from him in a mom- ent and the eyes sparkled again. He gave her a neat salute €.nd said, "Your mistake, madame â€" Captain Hichel Fabre, of the Bri- tish Intelligence." "Michel I" She had not made a step before he had her in his arms, picking her up as if eh« were a child, kissing her and pressing his rough check against hen. (To Be Continued) CHRONICLES oi GINGER FARM By Gwendoline P Clarke The ancient Greeks and Ro- mans used to enjoy highly per- fumed food. Sometimes I think that one of the major problems on a farm Is entertaining. Farm people, in com- mon with city folk, like to have their friends come to visit with them. And naturally, the logical time for visiting is in the summer. tTnfortunately, summer time also coincides with the busiest season of the year on the farm so that we who entertain are always a little uneasy lest our friends do not have as good a time as we would like them to have. The farm work has to go on. Fortunately, to the majority of folks holidaying in the country, most farm work is a no- velty and so they enjoy being around and getting first-hand in- formation on how the work is done â€" or they don't â€" it depends on their personality! Our neice Betty, for instance, had never seen a cream separator work; her sis- ter Joy, who is also staying with US, was quite interested in watch- ing the manure spreader in action ! Trying to combine work and pleasure Is another problem. Not so much for the younger genera- tion â€" their supply of energy seems inexhaustible â€" but for us older folk who, although still quite capable of enjoying good en- tertainment, yet find It somewhat exhausting if we have a hard day's work behind us and another hard day's work ahead of us. But we try It Just the same. We take in the odd show or garden party; we come home and enjoy a midnight snack; we eventually get to our beds, but In an hour or two we are ont of them again and on with the work â€" while our visitors, bless their hoarts, sleep blissfully on. We don't begrudge them their sleep â€" far from it â€" this is their holiday, let them enjoy It. We only envy them their opportunity of arising each morning, refresl^ and Invigorated, ready again to go places and see things, altliough by comi>arison we are so afraid they will find ns dull and lifeless, apparently thinking only of the work to be done, as If we had no other interests beyond our own line fence. • • « By the foregoing remarks you may surmise we have been trying to work and play too. That's right â€" we have â€" except Partner, he Is wise, he recognises his limita- tions. One night Bob took us to Hamilton and while there we went to see "The Valley of Decision". It was a grand show and we en- Joyed every minute of our outing â€" even though we did have a flat tire on the road. But I thought Betty was disappointed because she had not seen "Son of Lassie". So the next day 1 took 'the two girls to a neighbouring town and there we saw "Son of Lassie". We followed Laddie right through his puppy days to his adventures in Norway and returned with him to his native moors and safety. "Val- ley of Decision" is a wonderful picture but we all felt Uiat we shall remember Laddie and Lassie long afte-r the other show is for- gotten. There is an undefinahle bond between a man and his dog that tugs at the heartstrings. We felt that, even in the show, and we thought we Just couldn't stand It It anything dreadful should hap- pen to faithful, trusting Laddie. What a story to awaken children's sympathies. The children In that audience laughed and cried by turns and I am sure they all went home wishing that each had a dog like Laddie. The pity of It Is too many children gi-ow up lacking the companionship of a dog. In towns that la often unavoidable but dogs, children and wide open spaces surely belong together. Right here I might as well make a confession. The men are draw- ing In barley and before going to the field they asked me to see that the cows didn't get Into the barn. So I brought paper and pencil and took up my vigil from the back seat of the car. It was very com- fortable; the air was just pleasant- ly warm; a soft breeze was blow- Sure, It's Candy â€" and without Sugar Ever heard of candy that's made without sugar? Sounds almost too good to be true, doesn't it? But here's a creamy confection that doesn't use a bit! Just combine semi-sweet or sweet chocolate with crunchy bran for a simple and delicious candy treat! If you don't have children in your home who like just such an after dinner treat â€" or even if you do â€" how about sending a box oi these crunchy candies to the nearest .^rmv hospital? CRUNCHY CEREAL CHOCOLATE BARS 14 pound senii-swect chocolate OR 1 cup all bran. sweet milk chocolate. Melt chocolate over hot water; add all bran and mix well. Pack into loaf pan which has been lined with wax paper. .Mlow to set until choco- late hardens; cut into bars. Yield. 4 bars (V/i x 8i/<-inch pan) ing and before 1 knew it I was asleep. So j'ou see what 1 mean when I say that work, pleasure and late hours don't go too well together! The wagon coming home woke me up . . . I wondered where on earth I was. Fortunately the cows hadn't come down for a drink so nobody knows 1 was guilty of that unforgivable sin â€" being asleep at the switch. Oh-oh â€" now there a a bee In the car. It's obviously time I got out! Defeat of Japan No Mere 'Incident* Japanese history provides nu- merous examples of "temporary'' setbacks in Japan's course of ag- gression, says the Detroit Free Press. Germany, France and Russia told the Japs to get out of Port Arthur in 1S95 â€" and they got. A stiff note from Woodrow Wilson in 1015 blocked their Xwenty-one Demands on China. An American army checkmated them in Siberia after the Russian Revolution. Xhey were forced to return Shantung to China. Yet in each instance they me- rely bowed to superior force â€" temporarily â€" and went right oa planning and preparing for world conquest as outlined by Hideyoshi hti 1592. Xhey have never swerved from his blueprint. The Japs are tough. Xhe .Mlics have got to be tough- er Xhey can't reform Japan by let- ting it get away with the idea that this defeat is merely an incident in a 100-years war. MEIS WHO THINK OF TOMORROW ARE PLANNING "COOKING WITH LIGHTS" Miracles of cookery performed not by the heat of a fire, but by the heat of light, are planned for the kitchens of tomorrow I Ovens lined with "electric light bulbs" will cook your foods better in shorter time with the even, easily controlled penetrating heat of infra-red rays I li's better things for living such as this that your Victory Bonds mill buy tomorrow! Men wl^o think of townorrowty say ''HOLD ON TO YOUR VICTORY BONOS TODAY 99 VICTORY BONDS have helped us to fight and win a war. TheyNe minimized the danger of a war-faiflation economyi niey've formed a backlog of safely- loTcsted buying power that will benefit the indlTldual and the nation when the danger of inflation ii orer. But resuemlteri inflation strikes hardest rfter a war. What our Victory Bonds will doâ€" if tve hold on to themâ€" is to keep prices down until supply meets demand . . . when a dollar will buy a full dollar's worth of goods. Think of tomorrou) before thinking of cashing a Victory Bond I t THE HOVSE OF SEAGRAM I