The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

art hsn J’ULIAN ORMOND, ‘Bhaleys young takes charge on Shaley‘s death until Guthrie orders him home and dismisses him. Accordingly, Guthrie wires â€" to Orâ€" mond calling him home for consultaâ€" tion. ~On "meeting, ths" two * quarrel. Guthrie dismisses Ormond, and decides to go out to Persia and take charge of the expedition himself. PROFESSOR SHALEY, distinguishâ€" ed archeologist. In charge of a small expedition financed by Philip Guthrie, the professor has been seeking in‘ Iran (Persia) some anciént gold cups reâ€" puted to be hidden there. Shaley dies without discovering the treasure. HAFFI, Julianâ€"Ormond‘sâ€"Persian pervisor. Julian Ormond, pretty, twentyâ€"five; redâ€"haired. Quietly brought up, and heiress to substantial wealth. MRS. BLAKEMORE, Lynne‘s Aunt SOPHIE, by whom Lynne was brought up. The Professor was in charge of an expedition which was digging in Peérâ€" sia in quest of some ancient gold cups reputed to have been made for Alexâ€" ander the Great. Guthrie is deeply inâ€" terested in the quest, and has financed the expedition. Julian Ormond, who sent the cable, is the secondâ€"inâ€"command. His mesâ€" sage, besides announcing the death of his leader, recommends that the quest be abandoned. Guthrie is astonished at the suggesâ€" tion of giving up the search, because the Professor‘s last letter held out great hopes of success. Julian sees Lynpe, proposes thatishe go out with him. Lynne, hungry for adâ€" venture, decides to go. Julian stirs her indignation by reciting a woeful story of how badly Guthrie has treated him. Hitherto, Lynne, though she knows Guthrie only by photograph and repuâ€" tation, has admired him. PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS ) ‘hat Phillip Guthrie started from Croyâ€" PHILIP GUTHRIE, rich, scholarly,| don shortly after they left, in a faster unmarried. Is greatly interested in | machine, and may already have reachâ€" relics of ancient civilization. ed Baghdad. THE STORY SO FAR Philip Guthrie learns by cable from Julian Ormond of the death of Proâ€" fessor Shaley. Julian Ormond believes he knows where the treasure is. But he needs money. He knows that his halfâ€"sister, Lynne Ormond, hasâ€"recently come into her share of their father‘s fortune. Lynne makes an appeal to Guthrie part on the worst of terms. to reinstate Julilan. He refuses and they . Lynne, Aunt Stphie and Julian Orâ€" mornd set out by car for Baghdad. At Cairo, where the plane calls, they learn THURSDAY, JULY HND. 1987 SU of "Well, you nsedn‘t worry about it," Sylviai assured him. "Julian Ormond is simply terror; the black sheep of the family. But it‘s a shame about "My uncle, Majorâ€"General Ormond, married some outlandish young woman of Greek extraction; she was so outâ€" landish, in fact, that he simply could not bring her home to England, and they lived in Crete. That was Julian‘s mcother; but she died, you see, when he was born, which was perhaps a good thing, foor I gather she was rather imâ€" possible. Uncle Tomas brought Julian home, and then he married Lynne‘s mcether. She was a daughter ‘of the Earl of Fenhurst, and simply a dear; Lynne takes after her. All the Ormonds have been splendid ‘people you know, except Julian who is really to wild and cutlandish for wordsâ€"I‘m sure it‘s the Greek mother in him. But Lynne simâ€" ply worships the ground he walks on, and won‘t hear a word against him." "I see," Guthrie said. It did seem to explain why he should dislike Julianâ€"and yet have regretted the probability that he could not see Lynn2 again. But Lynne Ormond was here in Tehâ€" ranâ€"in this very house. Julian Ormond was out here, teo. They had lost no "Of csurse I shall!" said Sylvia. "And I shall go for him, too, for not making things up at once." 8 Lynne had her dinner broug'ht 81 Lynne had her dinner brought to hner in her room by a smiling brown Armznian girl. The night was cool, and delicious szents floated in to her from the twilit garden. She heard men‘s voices faintly from another part of house, and knew thht Stephen Trent had arrived with Guthrie. It grew dark, and among the trees a nightingale began to sing. There was a slow dripâ€"drop of water into ‘the Aank outside: and cnce she heard, quite clearly, Sylvia‘s voice and Guthrie‘s laugh as they came to the door onto the verandah on the other side of the T Sylvia was as good as her word and tsld Guthrie about the arrival 6ef Lynne and her jaunt. It was a.f»ter_ qm- VYOICES IN TWILIT GARDEN Eylvia protested and then gave in. "You needn‘t even tell him that I‘m here,"*said Lynne. ing a letter which he had to get away first thing in the morning. On hearing that Lynne Ormond and her aunt were in the house, Guthriec looked astonished and uncomfortable. "Lynne told me that you and Julian weren‘t on godsd terms." Lynne. You shouldn‘t have fallen out with Lynne. She‘s a lovelyâ€"looking thing, and not a bit likeAJulian."’ "Ah, but then, you see she‘s only his stepsister." ner when she broached the subject, and Stephen was out of the room writâ€" "I had no idea that he was your cousin!" said Guthrie. “I-éoukdn’t see mutch likeness," Guth rie agreed. "Really?" Guthrie felt unaccountably relieved. moment she was probaly detesting him. But it couldn‘t be helped. the new motor trastor which he proâ€" posed to addto the equipment of the camp at Diala. 3 . he would have been annoyed, though not surprised, had he knowm that it carried both Lynne and Julian Ormond dswn to Kelâ€"elâ€"abir, ten miles north of "W@l," he said; "it‘sla pity." He ‘was thinkinz of the girl in the hcuse: there, and of the unexpected ccincidense of beifng in the sams plate with her again, so soon, and so far from home. A few yal'ds away at this CHAPTER VIIIL / THE BATILE BEGINS At six o‘clock Guthrie left Tehran by «the eastâ€"gate, driving n A PP <cmmetiecte it U t * hh . 4 OS an aeroplane of ‘a Persian â€"company passed over his head flying southeast; He wondered Wwhere it was bound; and In a district of salt flats, shifting sandhills typical of that vast â€"desseri plateau the Khorasan, which rolls from the mountain. ranges east of the Euâ€" phrates to the very focot of the towering ramparts of Asia, the ruined fort of Diala had once been a fertile Oasis, bus the casis was now lost in time. Diala stood in an arid plain; and the only inhabitants of the desert were a few wand2ring tribes, who drove their ts hither and thither to graze them the scant herbage of the seasons. The little water which remained in the well, was cnly enough for human needs and the camels and horses had to be watered every day at Shasti, a foul and muddy pool some two miles disâ€" Guthrie found Professor Shaley‘s asâ€" sistant, Cartwright, looking after a camp full of idle and quarrelsome naâ€" tive servants, Shaley‘s death and Orâ€" mond‘s departure had demoralized He was out in the rolling dusty waste, fifty miles on his way to, Diala when The fighs to find tHe Cups of Alexâ€" ander had started. Guthrie camped ‘that night under the stars; and by nroon next, day he arrived in Diala. "I had n idea you‘d be ‘here so soon, sir," Cartwright said. "But, by gad, I‘m glad to see you! Bruce has besn in Tehran, since we sent Shalsy in, down with a go of malaria, I can‘t manage these natives at all. I‘ve been afraid to leave the camp, for fear of their deâ€" "We‘ll pay off half of them," Guthâ€" rie said, "and send them back to Tehran. That will sober the rest." "I haven‘t been able to leave the camp," the young man said. "Bui I‘ve wanted to! I‘ve wanted to get out and exploreâ€"now you‘ re h»exe we can do it, sir." 03 camping with the He told Guthric uow he had noliced the beach with her family to get away from the heat wave, but the femily excursion ‘ended in tragedy when Mrs: Griffith fell into Liake Michigan ard was drowned. This dramatic and unusual "photograph serves as graphic warning against the heavy toll of lifeâ€"taken annually by drowning It was a holiday for Mrs. Marth Griffith, of Chicago, when she went to BEWARE! DEATH TAKES NO HOLIDAYS _~"I may have been a fool, but I was sure there was something behind it. and I refused to do it without your instruciions. He was angryâ€"quite unâ€" nctessarily, it seemed to me. But I stuck to my guns. and here I am." "You were quite right," said Guthrie. "Now locsk hereâ€"in which direstion did Bhaley go on ‘his last two trips?" mus have been striking along the dried tbed of the waterâ€"course through the limestone hills; he was lying at the Lhead of it when Ormond fe‘lched me to go cut and bring him in." "I wonder whather an aeroplane surâ€" vey would find any results this time?" â€"â€""‘It showed nothing a year ago>. Bul n>w that so much sand has been shiftâ€" sd by the gales a plane survey might yield sresults," ‘Cartwright said. "As a maiter of fact a monoplan> passed over desert hold? Were the walls of ancient Praemmon really here? Had . Shaley been right? Had he known he was right back two hoaurs later, evidently making for Tehran. He told Cartwright briefly, the gist of his quarrel with Ormond. "By God, sir, Iâ€"knew there was someâ€" thing behind it! Poor old Shaley did find something than!‘" They stsod together on the edge of the well from which the water for the camp was drawn; the crumbling stones forâ€" thousands of years. Once there had been a fertile populous place, but now the eye swept the wide slopss and saw nothing but the dust and stones of the desert. There was nct a sound but the thim singinz of a myriad grains of windâ€"blown sand. ths distances. "I‘ll go out as soon as I‘ve had a meal and a wash," said Guthrie. "You‘d better stay here. Get one of the men to saddle a camel, and put a blanket and some food and water in the bag!" Cartwright turned â€"away, and for a moment Guthrie stcod idly gazing into tefore he died? GYPSY LIFE On the previous day a Persian maâ€" chine had brought Lynne: and Julian down from Tehran to Keâ€"elâ€"abirâ€"the scattered mud huts of an illicit village. Here Julian had erected a couple of tents, laid in a few stores, and had sent four camels down from Tehran in charge of an Armenian named Haffi, whom he had hired as a general factotum. and Julian told Lynne that he had glven‘ the kedkhoda, or headman, A handsome present to keep him s0. When it became necessary he pmposed o hire men from the village to do any excavations that might be needed. At Kelâ€"e!lâ€"abir they had spent the night amid penetrating odsurs of goats, hnorses and humanity; ragged brown people appeared very friendly, It was a gypsyish life indeed, and when they set.off in the early hours of the morning to find the ruins of the fortress, Lynne realized that she and Julian and their solitary Armenian atâ€" tendant were very small creatures in very large country. They rode some ten miles over wide tract of sandhills, missed their way through a mistake in Julian‘s comâ€" pass calculations, and finally rode down the water course and came upon the ruined fort at about ten c‘clock. They dismsunted from their cameIs, and after the tenâ€"mile ride Lynne was very glad to do so. She picked her way stiffly but eagerly among the stones, and Julian, with a tense, excited face, peinted out the fallen pillars of what had once been a gateway. "Over thereâ€"you see, what was a wall ... and there , . . were the founâ€" oV Eon Lyrii;e _f_ollz:wed him, traced out the cutlin@s of the place as it had. once been. Haffi, the: Armenian, followed dations of a house!" ‘hem smiling. He smiled perâ€" petuaily; his teeth were long, and yelâ€" low like his face. Lynne did not like the look of him very much, and wondered why 6n earth her brother had chosen such a doubtfulâ€"looking specimen as his aideâ€"deâ€"camp. After a hasty breakfast Jullan and began by shovelling a quantity of looge rubble off the endâ€"of one oi ‘he fallen pillars, the least buried one of the two which had once formed a gzateway, perhaps, in the wall of a fort. Ormond workeéd feverishly. "No one ‘has been here from Diala yetâ€"that‘s one certain thing," he told Lynne as ‘heâ€"stopped for breath. "I covered the end of this pilliar with rubâ€" ble myself when I was here with Shaâ€" ley. Anyone who had been here from camp would ‘have cleared it would be too temptingly easy do;. a few minutes work â€"to lay the. whole pillar almost effaced. Jullan paused only for an instant ‘before he swung his pick down on the centre of the design, and a chip of stone went: fliying. ~~"Give me a ‘hand Haffi!" he cried, and Haffi too took up a pick and they standing back a minute or two later. On the face of the column which they had just uncovered, a curious, forâ€" mal design was roughly otuselled in the. stone. _ An animal, rather like a dog it apâ€" peared to Lynne, hung by chain in the centre of a circle. This was the Hanged Lion of Diala. The whole thing, executed with a few deep, simple lines, was now worn down so neéarly as to be Ormond and Haffi worked hard all day, until every semblance of a design had been chipped off the face of the pillar by their picks. Then they turned their consideration to the other pillar which lay as it had fallen, half buried in the ground. There was no cheraldic on this one and they came to the conclusion that the design might be on its undersurface; so they got spades and kegan to dig the pillar ‘out. Lynne helped them with this, and dug vigorously for two hours, clearing the rubble away from under one gide of the pillar so that Haffi and Ormond might have a chance of levering it over. Lynne gave her assistance w-ihh *the Lynne felt a chill of misgiving in spite of her trust in Julian‘s jugment, at this destruction of something so very old as *he design on the stone must be. She told herself that she was foolish, however; it was too late to draw back now. * both went to work furiously to deface the ancient stone, levering also; all three sweated and strained with crowbars inserted underâ€" neath, and after ten minutes‘ straining and heaving, the pillar toppled ~over into the shallow trench they had dug for it on the.other side. Julian breathlessly scraped away the encrusted earth of hundréds of years, and there, as he had predicted, was the twin of the heraldic design on the other pillar. After a short rest he a,nd Haffi beâ€" gan again with their picks, ohlppmg away the face of the stone. Lynne was no hand with a pick, and she strolled about examining the crumbling masonâ€" ry among the rocks. Presently ‘she satrolled up on to. the summit of the slope behind them, to have a look at the couniry, with some vague prwenbimmt t:haut someone And she was not wrong. The justifiâ€" cation for her own uneasiness startled ner. f About a mile away, man on camel was coming slowly along the botâ€" tom of the water course; who could ‘he be, and what did he want? He could not have seen their encampment beâ€" cause of the bend in the water course, which must also ‘hide Haffi and Orâ€" mond from view. Below her they were working away with their picks, in igâ€" ncrance of the approaching intruder. Lynne dropped down behind a lump of rock, swift as thought she had her He was a white man, wearing a khaki shirt and shorts. She studied his face carefully, and confirmed a suspicion that had come‘the momenst she focused the glasses on him. It was Phillip Guthrie! (TO BE CONTINUED) field glasses with her and focused the United States Navy Band at Toronto Exhibition For ‘forty years, British bands, usuâ€" ally representatives of famous relglâ€" ments which have played prominent parts in Britain‘s glorious history, have influenced Canadian music. These have been presented to the Canadian public and foreign visitors in free afternoon and evening concerts at the Canadian wouldn‘t it? He and Haffi went on working. There has always been something mysteriously attractive about the name "coureurâ€"deâ€"bois." Perhaps that is beâ€" cause, when one first takes history in the lower schools, the name itself seems so far, far away, and so very strange. And then, when ‘"teacher‘"‘ explains it as "runner of the ‘woods," it loses a portion of its glamour, but it is a name that is never forgotten. Samuel Mathewson Baylis a Canaâ€" these romantic figures of early Canaâ€" dian life in his poem "The Coureurâ€" deâ€"Bois.‘" He has caught the splenâ€" dour ¢of times gone past in a thoroughly enjoyable work, here quoted : In the glimmering light of the Old Reâ€" Or jewel without flaw. Plashing and fading but leaving a In story and song of a hardy race, Finely fashioned in form and faceâ€" The Old Coureurâ€"deâ€"Bois. No iterer he ‘neath the sheltering wing Of ladies‘ bowers where gallants sing. Thro‘ his woodland realm he roved a king! His untamed will his law. From the wily savage ‘he learned | If You Like J Books afraid : Bravely battling, bearin z his blade As a free Coureurâ€"deâ€"Bois. Of hunting and woodâ€"craft; of nothing » friend, Were equally welcome, and made some For the gloom and silence and hardâ€" A brush with the foe, a carouse Some dusky maidâ€"to his camp by the lake; A raettling, roving, rollicking rake This gay Coureurâ€"deâ€"Bois. ships that tend "To shorten one‘s life, ma fol!" A wife in the hamlet, anoth Then peace to his ashes; He bore his For his country‘s weal with a brave stout ‘heart. figure appears like the flushing sunlight reflected from sparkling l The New Spirit When Y ou Enter T raffic WHEN we enter or leave a store we are all most courteous. We stand back for one another, hold open the doors, make way for the children and otherwise act in a courteous manner rowards our fellowâ€"shoppers. But do we continue this same friendly mental attitude towards cach other when we get back into our cars and enter traffic again? To our fellowâ€"shopper, for whom we held the door open, do we show courtesy when he becomes our fellowâ€"motorist? Do we warn him of our intention to pass by sounding our horn? Having passed him, do we get well ahead of him before swinging back again into our traffic lane? Do we dip or dim our lights when we meet him at night? Do we keep well to the right side of the road when meeting him? Do we give him the benefit of the doubt in a "tight corner‘" so we can both get out of it unhurt? And do we, in the many other ways that come to our mind, act and think towards our fellowâ€"motorist in the same kindly and considerate manner as we did when we held the door open for him as a fellowâ€"shopper? I earnestly request that, when you get behind the wheel of your car or truck, you continue to be the same courteouns person that you are afoot and "Try Courtesy" every inch of the way. By so doing you will help to make motoring a safe and enjoyable mode of travelling. . ~ Entering a Store you are Courteousâ€" / ienss dare tory in mn;ldu to> relieve t seems | 2060 Soul with ashe trance. | lains it| your liver. Food t loses a| fies. Vitality, mke TO BE ADMIRED :fl.em A child of n@ture, untutored in art, In his narrow worldi he saw But the dawning light of the rising sun O‘er an Empire vast his toil had won. Fcr deoughty deeds and duty done Salut! Coureurâ€"deâ€"Bois. Kapuskasing) The attractions of Kapuskasing make some pesple lyrical or poetical, or both. Kapuskasing Inn has an effusion penâ€" ned by a senior official of the Lands and Forests branch after having been Timmins Poet, Writes in Praiseâ€"of Kapuskasing a guest at the Inn, and this hangs framed in the rotunda. We have heard of other verse in the same vein; some of it passable, some not so good, but all writ‘en with sincerity. Mr. Wilson Thomson of Timimins was in town with a fraternal group recently, and he liked the town so much that he wrote twelve lines of psetry dedicated to Kapuskasing. Here it is:â€" In search of beauty all my life, My goal has been perfection; While others varied their pursuits, Mine: had but one direction. ° I‘ve sought it ‘neath the southern ski3s, Mid oriental splendor; f I‘ve sought it in a woman‘s eyes, Seductive, sweet, and tender; But now I‘ve reached the goal 1 sought, No more need I go I‘ve seen it all: I‘m satisfied,> Since I‘ve seen Kapuskasing! Fruitâ€"a«â€"tives fruit liver tablets willhhelp ‘o u tremendously to hold nttractiveness. eod cannot nourish you pro li' if your tou fat flubby, Tired. 1.,,” d y, t , an * neyn. wels, tomach dugahh blood tives, dlgeot!ve aids, mldu to relieve discomfort does not ensure nourishment, You throw away cod coal with ashes. The estract.of fruit uices combined with herbs and tonics, in vuitâ€"aâ€"tives, stimulates and strengthens our liver.. Food nourishes. Blood puriâ€" es. â€" Vitality makes life a joy. ‘Start toâ€" day. Secret lorh\ula of a famous Canaâ€" dian Doctor. 25c., FRUITâ€"Aâ€"TIVES TAbLETs To have Charmâ€"Vitaiityâ€"a Healthy Figure Cleans (From The Northern Tribuns of HMINISTER OF HIGHWAYS PROVINCE |OF ONnTaARIO Dirty Hands PAGE THREBE t