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THURSDAY, APRIL 1ST, 1937 There was crderliress, method and, where young women are gathered toâ€" gether, an occassional burble of reminâ€" iscent chatter.. Of their number it would not have been difficult even to the untutuored to have picked out Phyiâ€" lis Varley who presidesd with a junior assistant over the Chinese counter. On this October morning the colour within made a stimulating contrast to the grey aspect without. From eightâ€" thirty onwards the staff emerged from their respective dressing rooms at the rear of the premises and set to work in the period allotted to them to dress their counters and prepare generally for the business that the day would bring forth, Yet there was nothing coldâ€"fashioned about Oxtons toâ€"day. The artistry of the modern shopâ€"designer had given them a glazed frontage which enabled the art of the windowâ€"dresser to prsâ€" vide a fairyland of colour both for the casual ard the studious observer. Inâ€" side the establishment King Efficiency sat on his silken throne," but hss was, nevertheless, a mconarch to ‘be cjeyed. â€" The empor‘um cpened its docrs to the public punctually every morning save sunday at nirs o‘clock, which meant that Oxtons‘ employees were required toa be at their respective counters fifâ€" teen minutes before the greenâ€"suited cCommicsicnaire withdrew the bolts from the main swingâ€"doors and with maâ€" jestic ritual flung them open. Old â€"Peter Oxton, who founded the firm more thar one hundred and fifty years ago, had left behind him a legatcy of personal efficiency that had become a tradition, and toâ€"day the four generaâ€" tions of Oxtons were as meticw ously thorough as the Old Min had> been; thorough, that is, in that they believed that the handling of silks was a job for experts, and it well krown in the trade that Oxtons‘ employees knew their jobs No matter what variety of silk you require, they have it at Oxtons. Whetâ€" ner that silk has been woven in modern hygienic factories on British mathâ€" inery of British workgirls in mob cap and cveralls with the aid of every deâ€" vice that szience can bring to the are, or silk from the bamboo handâ€"lsoms of the Chinese village still employing a similar technique to that introduced to China by the Empress Leiâ€"tsu, wife of Huang Ti, "The Yellow Emperor," in the year 2700 B.C.. Oxtons can show you some exquisite examples. Oxtons have a reputatior. It has been built up over scores of years and is rightly proud of its commertial longeâ€" vity, for there are still folk who have a deepâ€"rooted regard for oldâ€"established business. But Oxtons do not rely on the time factor. Their famsâ€"and {fame it undeniably isâ€"â€"has beer: built on the fact that Oxtons sell nothing but silk. OxXTON‘S~ Eyeryons who shops with descretion, as the publicists say. knows Oxtons, the most important silk emporium in Lonâ€" don. Its wealth of windsws in the Kenâ€" sington High Street provide a colourful magret for women of all nations who linger there, ~szme of them longingly. admiring the subtle tints of the silks; their itresistible sheen; the. glamour and the romance that lies behind each fascinating and tempting display. TEMISKAMING AND NORTHERN ONTARIO RAILWAY ; THE NIPISSING ~CENTRAL RAILWAY e COMPANY pm. Sunday, April lith, to connect at North Bay with our train 47 Monday, April 12th. Tickets destined Quebec not good on Semiâ€"Streamlined trains 350 and 352 to Quebec or 349 and 351 from Quebec, but good on all other trains between Montreal and Quebec. Tickets good in coaches only.â€"â€"No baggage checked. Children 5 years of age and under 12, when accompanied by guardian Pembroke, Renfrew, Arnprior, Ottawa, Montreal and Quebec via North Bay and Canadian Pacific Bargain excursion tickets will be valid on trains 2 or 46 and their connections Thursday, April 8th. Passengers who use our train 2 will connect at North Bay with C.P. train 2 leaving 8.15 p.m. same date. Passongers who use train 46 will arrange their own transfer to North Bay C.P. Depot and take C.P. train 8 Ieaving at 1.00 a.m. Friday, April 9th. Tickets are valid to return leaving destination point not later than C.P. train 1 from Windsor St. Station, Montreal, 10.15 pm. Sunday, April l11th and connecting at North Bay with cur train 1 at 12.50 pm., April 12th, EXCEPT passengers from Iroquois Falls and points north of Porquis must leave not later than OC.P. train 7 from Montreal 7.25 f ONE CENT A MILE Bargain Excursion For fares and further particulars apply to local agent. T. N. 0. and N.C.R. Regular Stations THURSDAY, APRIL 8th At fifteen she had gone out into the world ard her world had been the world of the shops because Phyllis VYarley, ever since she could remember, had worshipped at the shrine of colour and beauty. Oxtons represented to her proâ€" bably the acme of her search for proâ€" fessional satisfaction. She had been with the firm for si® years and in that time she had masâ€" tered a knowledge of the silk trade that might have been found startling in its thoroughness. And Oxtons apâ€" preciated Phyllis Varley; so much so that for the past three years she had Deen first sales in the Chinesso Silk Doâ€" partment, a position which she valued. THE MISSING GREEN Her younzs assistant, Miss Staines. was not sehind the counter when Phyiâ€" lis Varley arrived. Miss Staines‘ first task each morning was to go up to th: offce on the first floor to ccllect the invoices so that her senior would be aware whether any special order were likely to be arrivirg and due preparaâ€" tion made for its display either around the counter or in the special Chinese window that Oxtons reserved excluâ€" sively for Oriental silks and which again was under ths control cof Miss Varley. The rich rainbow ‘"fan" to the left of the counter would give place to a "casccade" of some single colourâ€"always an effective device and one which Miss Varley particularly favoured. Having decided this point Miss Varley walked around her counter to check up on the stock. Behind her were the silk shelves where the rolls of silk were stacked, the whole forming a colour schems as graduated and as artistic as the specâ€" trum, commencing on‘the left with the Fortunately there was little in the way of display to be done on this parâ€" ticular morning and Phyllis Varley paused, for a moment, immediately opâ€" posite her counter on th> "floor" side comtemplating its arrangement and mentally deciding what new scheme she would put into operation for toâ€"morrow. She was tall, but not too tall, and the possessor of a figure that conformed to nearly all the dimenrsions prescribed by those judges of feminine beauty who really ought to know what they talk and write about. Not that personal beauty worried Miss Vare.ly overâ€"much. At twentyâ€"four she had acquired a poise and a wellâ€"balanced viewpoint on life that mariy a woman ten years hoer senâ€" ior might reasonably have envied. _ Miss Variley was that type of girl at which even the unpractised observer would unhesitatingly lsok twice. This does not mean that her beauty relied solely on chemical artifice. It was tru? that her wellâ€"moulded lips were intriâ€" guingly rouged and that a pleasant touch of colour stained her cheeks, but there was something infinitely more striking about her, and that was her hair which smouldered> rather than flamed., and her eyes which were larve, very round and intensely blue. She liked her work and when her work at Oxtons was done, she liked her play which consisted cof all those neaithy purzsuits which have made the modern ycung woman so fascinatirg an imâ€" provement on the generaticn from which her parents came. She was tyâ€" pical of her age and her periodâ€"physiâ€" cally and mentally healthy. Yet despite this bad begirning he was on duty at Scotland Yard promptly at nine o‘clock, and the plaster was still on his chin. At precisely two minutes past the hour he was considering a reâ€" port on what yesterday had looked . like a "cut and dried" blackmail prosecuâ€" tion. The report told him that Mir. Y had revised the story he told him yesâ€" terday morning and that his testimony now placed a quite different complexion on the case; so different, in fact, that Beck swore heartily when he read it and knew that yet another chance to lay hands on a slippery rogue had.been lost. CHAPTER IIL. MURDER Alongside the desk of Superintendent James Beck the telephone bell buzzed and if he spoke abruptly into the mouthpiecte it must be remembered that he was at crossâ€"purposes with the world on this October morning. For one thing his breakfast had been cold, but that had ncot besen Mrs. James Beck‘s fault. The superintendent had tarried over his toilet, but tarried to little purpose as the small square of plaster on his chin told its story, and in the domestic life of a man whose habits were as regular as clockwork the cold bascua was inevâ€" itable. . . . towards the floor it was . . . someâ€" thing that made her want to scream . an involuntary expression of emoâ€" tion toâ€" which she had never been prone . . . As it was she felt suddenly cold . . . like a corpse. Her hair felt bristly, the palms of her hands were moist. If she had wanted to scream she felt that she couldn‘t for there was something curiously hypnotic about the sight of a hand protruding unnaturally from between folds of green silk under ‘‘he well of the counter. In that last moment of consciousness the girl had realized who it was lay there; whose waxâ€"like hand projected so grotesquely. A curious gold ring fashioned from twisted serpents was still around the little finger, and that ring as everyone in Oxtons knew beâ€" longed to Nikolas Nolescue the expert in Oriental silks who had arrived only a monih ago. ' Phyllis Varley conrtinued to stare at that hand for a moment and then, very slowly, she felt herself slipping vertiâ€" cally across the brass edge of the counâ€" ter. The girl turned to the accustomed place but as her fingers instinctively touched the ledger she paused. Her 2ye had caught something further down The tims when the telephone buzzed was ningâ€"thirtyâ€"oneâ€"an urlucky numâ€" cer sintce you will that the digits tcoial previsely thirteenâ€"and Beck had never quite rid himself of the bad habtit being suporstiticus. It was a Divisional Inspecter speakâ€" ir2zâ€"from Oxtitens, so he said. A man had beer found dead and the cireumâ€" stances wore peculiar. Would Beck Diow alorg ard see w.h«akt. he could make of 1. Beck grunted. It was an unpleasant rolise. Not ai all comparacle with his nermal, wellâ€"mo>dulated voizce, usually £o quiet. He hurz up the receiver and told himself that he might have known cold bacor would prove unlucky, and he liked baczon, sizzling lrot. He dialled for a squad car,. crammed his bowler hat on his greying hairs and pushed himself into a blatk overcoas. Ten mirutes later he entered Ox:ons Silk Store to find the Divisicnal Inâ€" spector awaiting him. "It looks bad to me," murmured the Every morning for the past three years she had stood, just as she. stood now facing those narrow rolls of silk and knowirg with an instinct born: of long practice and custom whether even one roll was out of position. Rarely had she discovered this tp be the case, but now she realized that there was thing wrong. Two tones of green jarred hor. artisiic nerves.. Their cadence of colour was too abrupt which indicated that one roll of silk was missingâ€"a roll that would â€"have softened that harshâ€" ness and. made the shading complete. Without for cne moment debatinz the reason for the misplaced roll Phyllis Varley went arourd the counter to make a closer inspection. Her quick eye deâ€" cided that it had not been inadvertantly misplaced, that it was, in fact missâ€" ing. Her stock book would tell her imâ€" mediately whether or not it had been sold and the stock book was kept on a conveni¢ent ledge beneath the broad and shining top of the mahogany counter. The pair moved automatically a..rcss to the Chinese Department where tney fourd the Divisicnal R\lice Surgcon m~ the act:â€"of rising from his knees. f "Morning, Mr. Beck. Queer busims. D.IL., a tall, thinâ€"faced man with anzuâ€" lar shoulders. "The dos‘s giving him the enSsâ€"cver. He ought t> be through by suppote you‘ll want a PM. I wonder why he was wrapped in that roll: of pure white and proceeding through all the colour graduations until at the botâ€" tom on the right the rolls of grey and black completed the picture. THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE. TIMMINS, ONTARIO #â€" ground was fairly springled with halfâ€" crowns (worth about 60 cen‘is ecach). He picked up about twenty of them and these ‘he showed to the police. The police found on examination that coins were all gentuine halfâ€"crowns. They advised him to go back and pick up the â€"rest. lf nobcdy claims the ccoins, cr claiming them can not give a satisfacicry explanation cf now thney came to be szattered in the cabbage patch, Mr. Vinze can make formal claim for the money in 3 months and it will likely be decided as legally his unâ€" der the law. In the meantime it is a firstâ€"class mystery as to how the coins gct int> the ‘zabbage patch. A teacher told her class to compose a verse con‘lairing the wer ds "analyze" and "anatomy." COne bright pupil wrote:â€" ‘"My analyze over the ccear, My analyze over the sea; My amalyze cver the scean, Oh, bring back my anatomy." Rhave to think of our trade, sir, and I have given instructions that business shall proteed as usual. I hope that is all right? ‘It is certainly what Mr. Or:â€" ‘on will expect of us. If I may, sir, I shcould like to remove the Chinese silks to ancvther department. I can arrange for a counter to accommodate them, and I am sure Miss Varley will not relish serving bchind that counter again, although she‘s a sensible girl and nct given to hysterics." Found Shower of Silver . Coins in Cabbage Patch "That‘s thoughtful of you," he comâ€" mented. "I should have imagined that after what has happened the entire staff would have been disorganized." The shopâ€"walker smiled grimly. "We Beck glanced arcurd the store. The shcopwalker and the â€"commissionaire were roping cff a small enclosure aroundâ€"the Chinese counter in order to divert custom from theâ€" forbidden area until such time as the police ‘had finâ€" ished. their investigations on the spot. The Superintendent walked across to At Aldershot, England, some days ago F._R. Vince visited the politce station to tell <he authcrities that h had found a regular shower of silver coins in his ca:‘zage patch He said that the who was on the szene immediately tha girl made the discovery." "Nci exactly a pleasant sight for such murmured Beck, glancing at the muiltiâ€"colcured silk rolils behind him anrd at.the counter‘s end. "I suppose there‘s someone who can tall us something about the fellow?" "I understand that the general manâ€" ager, Mr. Peter Oxton, has been phoned Doctor Akers wen!i off with the conâ€" stable who stood beside the counter. Beck turned to the D.I. "You go: a fiash, I suppoge, before the Doc came?" "Yes, Mr. Beck. We wrapped him ur sgain just as he was found. Onre of the "She‘s in the rest rsom. Just a «traightâ€"forward faint." "You might g> alonz and take a peep at her, Dos," mentioned the Superinâ€" ‘endent as though the health of a yeur; woman was, at that moment, ocf more importarce than a dead man. "It must have given‘her a turn. I don‘t like soking at dead men myseli and I‘m used to it." his ears, and transferred his gaze to the body bchind the counter while the Divisional Inspector relatsd the facts as he knew them. "You mean the body was wrapped in that silk and stowed away under the counter? How‘s thoe girl who found him?" Not all justices of the Supreme Court are equally willing to have their pictures taken as these photcgraphs testify. When a photc:rapher atâ€" tempted to "snap‘" Jusica Van Devanter as he was leaving his Washingâ€" ton residente; the elderiy.jurist hid behind his hat and then ruthed over to the cameraman, grabbed. him by the arm, demanded to know why he hadr‘t asked permission to photozraph him, and ordered him from the building. Just prior to the incident, Justice Cardozo, who lives in the same building, had posed for his photograph, right. (‘TO BE COCNTINUED) LWillgs Van. Devanter | IN BAD FORM JUSTICE SHIES FOR CAMERAMEN Blairmore Enterprise:â€"A full cradle nd an empiy dinner pail is a very embarrassing condition. Great War Poem Written by Londonâ€"Born Porter Onzse Chappell was shifting luggage when a stranger spcke to himi "Chappell, I telieve?" ‘"Yes," the poerter replied. "Glad to meet you." said the stranger, shaking his hand. Then he added: "My name‘s Kipling!" dayâ€" Listen, and hear what He has io say: "Vengeance is mirs, I will repay." What can you say to God? @The poem, Chapps!l lately wrote, "went all cver the world, was transâ€" lated into every tongus and pirated by thousands. Coningsby Rawson tC:d me he fourd a copy fixed by a thorn to a trgs in the Rockies." (From the Winnipeg Trisune) Of all the verse inspired by the Great Wharâ€"ard it is without endâ€" nonme has ‘been more widely read or qusted than that which was . written by a Londsnâ€"born railway porter. First published in the London Exâ€" press, Aug. 26, 1914,, "the Kaiser is kncwn to have bitterly resented" The Day which (says the Express in recordâ€" ing the death, lass month, of Henry Chappell, aged 63) is "declared to nave dons more than any other written words o bring home to the world his responsibility for the war." Ycou beasted the Day, and you toasted the Day, Ard now the Day has come. Blaspheminz, braggart and coward all, Liitle you reck of the numbing ball, The blasting shell, or the "white arm‘s‘ fall, ' As they spseed poor humans home. Ths arraignment was pitiless: ‘"*You‘ spied for the Day, you lied for the Day;" dreamed and schemed for it; had sown and grown for it; had wronged anid Dayâ€" But after the Day there‘s a price to pay Esmeone once wrots: "Give all you have for lovelinsss, Buy it and rever count the cost; For cne white sirginz hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost." Peacs is what you will find in books, Buy them ard and you will have all the treasure iof the largest treasure chest of them all. For the slespers under the sod. And He you have mocked for many a lands, and ‘bring you miere adventure than one person could ever hops to enâ€" Joy in lifetime of a thousand years. treasure is made up of countless gems of knowledge and enjscyment. Diamonds ard rubles are boyond the reach of the average manâ€"not so the treasure of good books. They hs‘id all the best thoughts and feslings of mon and woâ€" men. They bring ycou al the happiness and peace that you may crave for, but, asy for anything that is worthwhile, you must have time ard thought. Do not expect to derive joy unless you are willing to give these. To skim lightly ecver the story is not to read a book. No, yor must think atout it, and realize the perfection of the story. There are descriptions: so vivid that you see the setting before your. mind‘s eys; there are even‘ts that take hold¢ of you, and carry you with them. Do not envy Aladdin for his magic lamp. In your library there are many such lamps wailing for you to use them. They will carry you away to distant |Benjamin N. Cardozo | Woman Dead in Barn â€"im Cochrane Section And that we submit is a pretty drz> sort of a life for a chicken. It‘s differâ€" ent to: what it used to be on Lot 4, Conâ€" cession Ten. And worse too. There a chicken ssemed to have a chance; if it didn‘t sgem just right at birth it might even get a little sip of warm milk with a touch of red pepper to help it along. If it kep?t on ailirs it would ‘be put in a basket at the sids of the kitchen range. It actually had a chance to have a little fuss made over it. Found Hanging from Rope Strung from Peak of Barn. cui to be all right there was a sense of trumpgh in the family circle. In time then she could shed ‘her f{éat.hers and fee! miserable for a season and thc fclk ratHer felt sorry for her. And when time came for the hen to dspart she‘d ‘be a good five or six pounds, and she had seen absout all was to see on Lot 4. Probably sheo‘d followed the plough to look for worms ard she‘d been shooed cut of tus geranium she‘d dusted n the south side of the drive shed and hatchâ€" ed cut a family and lived quite an eventful life in general. ssems sad to think of chitks that never leave the Building. Hatzhed in it, fed ir it and killed in it when they get io be two pounds. Life seems to be getting tocughâ€" er all the time. ing. Dsasseased resided on the farm alone since her kusSand haÂ¥ been reâ€" moved to a sara.crium at Gravennurst and neizhscurs state that they last saw lights in the house on Thurssay. Mr. Westman, a near neigh:cur, calied on Mrs. Kivela yeosterday forenocn an on searcthirs the came on the body hanging ty a rop»> strung from the peak cof the barn on the insiac. The farrmn is Itrated ssme five miles from Ccochrane in tho townschip of Lamarzcne. When found, the body was fully dressâ€" ed. «Provincial police were called ard investigated, while Chief Corsoner E. K. Tucker viewed the remains a:; the farm from whence they were removed to tas morgue at Cochrane. The body was founrd on its knees and the mode of suizide was extremely similar to the sase found near Cochrare 10 days ago, when a man hanged himself with hay wire in a like manner. It is uniikely that there will be any inquest necesâ€" sary cther thar a personali investigation by the chief coroner, A 17â€"yearâ€"sid daughter, of dereased is working in a Cochrane hoteol." d dip dn irpdip dn dins dn itz dap ind o in It‘s a Tough Life for a Hen‘! Much Better for Humans? . A despatch from Cochrane this week says:â€""Last kncown to have been alive last Thursdjay, Mrs. Tina Kivela, 40, was found in the ibarn of her homeâ€" stead yestercay morninz dead by hangâ€" @, .0. .0. .0, .9 .6 ':“o“o“o“o“o“c When it got to the pullet stage it learnsed how to lay an egg. And as it advanced in age it made bigger and better eggs and the law of progress nad cppcorturity to run its course and be amply demonstrated in the hen house. If one of those crippled chitks turned (Pe‘lerborcugh Examin:sr) Thore can be little enjoyment in oeâ€" irnrg a chicken or a hen any more. We ncticed some new methsd they have adcpted in the Western States. They have special builaings now. First floor is where the incubator cperates; next flocr up is where the chi,cks go when first hatched; up one nore is the place where they are until they are a bit bigâ€" ger, and or the top flsor the chickens are two pounds and ready for sale, beâ€" cause there is a markst for what they call broilers. The chickens naver get cutzide of that building and they never have a chancze to weish more than two 20406 00"08 06 00 00808 08080824 0800080084 08 n 28 ad ad 20 "06"0006"06%06"06". Pod"06%04" 0. o * 0. .o ho oo e e e e e e e e t o * t e o e e se e e 49 09 0g40 *4 6 oooiofioouooo 00003000"00"00\0"0\\0"00”00000.1. THOTGHTFUL CARE AND DIGNITY CHARACTERIZE OUR SERVICE 8. T. W ALKER OPEN DAY AND NIGHT Funeral DOirector T I M M IN S You can sze how the physicians of menilal institulions have to go away back in the history of these cases, try to find out what the habits and surâ€" roundinzgs of ho patient wereâ€"unwind the iangled skeinâ€"and Iccate the inciâ€" denis which made ‘him turr, froem real tm unreal things to satisfy h‘s lack of amizition or ability. What really happens is that in the instituticr he can indulzs in the day dreams of what a real genius he is, can see himself doing great deeds of physiâ€" cal bravery or astcounding people with the dep‘hs of his mental glfts, Outside in the world of men he is just a day labcurer. To imagine oneselif to i:e Napcleon, Julius Cacsar, a great barketr or wealthy business man "satisfies" the cravings, Icngings, and repressed deâ€" Phantasyâ€"Day Dreaming ~I sometimes visit a yoeung man, conâ€" fined in a mental institution because when at home he does nothing ut inâ€" dulge in phantasyâ€"day dreamirgâ€"and wanis to have the other members of the family listen to his ideas. They, like miest cf us, have work te do, and zo nct hesitate to tell him so. As he wanted my advice I suggested as an evidence of good faith, that he first get a job working wi‘th his hards whereby he not snly. could support himâ€" self but actually help his family who ai that time were supporting him. He got wo‘k handling lumber, established himgelf in a room or his own near the work and gave some of his money to his mother. I thought he was cured, but he fcound this was too slow a meâ€" thod of earninz big money, that this work was beneath him, so he quit his icb and went bark ts the institution. I know some of my humorous readers will cay he‘s not crazy or that ‘he is Cumb like a fox. He gets focod, warmth, cicthes, and has no work to do except perhaps a few light chores about the ward. (Registcred in accordamce with the Copyright Act.) I point cut to him that it is a splendid thing for him to have ambition to do things, and that dreaming about the things he wants to do is all right beâ€" cause we must first think cr dream al:out things before we put them into actictn. But to, dream about thingsâ€" worthy things to do which will advarice him and help othersâ€"and then make »c move ty put any ¢of these dreams. Hs is without educatisn but has read ecxtensively, particularly works on reâ€" ligitn, pcoliti¢al ecornomy and*psycholoâ€" gy. In his mind there really isn‘t any~ thing he doesn‘t know nor anything he cannot do. Even, when I speak to him atout musicâ€"of which I know little and he knrows no‘hinz, there isn‘t any music he cculdpn‘t sosn learn to read, nor any instrument he couldn‘t play expertly in a few weeks. nL.o use ( than good * SUNDaAY â€" â€"9.46 P.M. t.8.1 smtins KGCBCJK:â€"CF H Jas. W. Barton, M.D., Toronto use cr practice doss more harm PAGE THREE