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‘"HMHow perfect Like a dream of the other side of the moonâ€"but we shall spoil it," she said. ‘"Human beings don‘t fit into fairyland." CHAPTER X1 GLAMOUR Som>» people called the Palace at Khotailghar a glorified weddingâ€"cake, with its sugarâ€"white minarets and cupolas. But that was only byâ€" day. Few, even of the most critical, could refuse to recognize the magical glamour of the buildings in the silver, moonlit brilliance‘cof a tropical night. Chrissie Struan, surveying the scene on the night of the ball drew her breath with amazed delight. "You look the Maharajah of the Moon, your Highness," Chrissie laughâ€" ged. ‘"But it‘s all just white magic. I hope you haven‘t engaged ordinary dance bands to play inâ€"this." "I have not," Zindia~. answered. ‘"‘There will be a string orchestra in cne of the kallrooms for those who wish to dance. But I hope its sounds wikl not ‘be too discordant." "I‘m sure they won‘t. It‘s all wonâ€" g@erful. I wonder where Leonie is; she said her dress was very simple and she didn‘t m:ed any help, butâ€"ah!" Chrissie ended abruptly, stood starâ€" ing upwards to where,. in the marbleâ€" THURSDAY. SEPTEMBER 22ND, 1938 Chrissie ended abruptly, stood starâ€" ing upwards to where, in the marbleâ€" arched doorway just cutside the door a solitary figure stood. Slim and erect, one hand thrust into the front of the plain grey coat, with a single ribbon and star in the buttonâ€" hole, falling open in front to show white breeches, white stockings, shapely feet in black pumps, with oval gold shoebuckles, stooad Leonie. The black THIS slimy MONSTER menaces your health Rid toilet bowls of diseaseâ€"laden stains Cleanse with Gillett‘s Lye ON‘T TRUST your fanuly‘s health haphazard cleanâ€" ing methods! Keep torlet bowls clean and sanitary with Gillett‘s Pure Flake Lye. Each week, sprinkle Gillett‘sâ€"full strength â€"into the bowl. Stains disâ€" appear without scrubbing. 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That feelâ€" ing of actuality which Chrissie vaguely apprehended held him in a kind of spell. Acadcmically, so to speak, he had acâ€" cepted Leonie‘s story on first hearing it; he had never doubted that what she told him of her ancestry was true. If he had learnt of, her intention beforeâ€" hand, he might have remarked casualâ€" ly that it was an excellent idea, that she would undoubtedly make a very good Napoleon. head; beneath its shadow the eyses showe>»d deepâ€"set, brooding, the features clearâ€"cut and pale as a sculptured face. Chrissic spoke excitedly, yet hardly above her breath. , "Ranny, did you know about it? . I gidn‘t realize for a moment â€" but what a marvellous gotâ€"up! It doesn‘t lock just like fancy dress, it‘s real someâ€" how . .. Had she told yciu of it, *Mr. Hall ?" threeâ€"gornsred hat with small tricolour cockade, was drawn low over the foreâ€" But now . . . this was far more than a mere matter of fancy dress; it was reincarnation rather than representaâ€" tion. In this woman there was surely the spirit, underlying the mere bodily aspect of the man who had been her grandfather. Standing there, Hall felt as though more than a century of time had rollâ€" ed back. In that second‘s revelation he réalized the inner meaninz of the Naâ€" poleonic legend, why that one man was loved and feared and hated as no other has been in the history of the world, why his name still draws and compels. ‘Tim> moment passed, leaving the American oddly dazed. Leonie had come quickly down the steps, was standing besid> him, her eyes inscerutâ€" able, her lips smiling. simply marvellous," Chrissie declared. "It was stupid of me not to have seen the likeness before, I supâ€" poseâ€"had you ever noticed it, Ranny?" "I :. . no*‘.‘. . yes:. . . L really don‘t know." Struan, too, Hall noticed. looked bewildered, but also decidedly sulky. "Can‘t say I do," he answered curtly. "I never have cared to see women dressed up as men, and as for dancing with. them . . ." "Well, that is easily remediedâ€"you needn‘t!" Leonie smiled. "In fact, I‘m not sure that I want to dance at all, so perhaps it is just as well that I‘ve nuade myself so unattractive as a partner. For I‘m afraid that you‘n> not pleased either, your Highness." The Maharajah stretched out his hands, palms upward, with a deprecatâ€" ing gesture. "I couldn‘t resist the temptation to strike the historic attitude," she said. "I wanted to make the most of my litâ€" tle surprise." "Â¥. . .L am only: an Eastern," hs said stiffly. "It is becaus> of that, beâ€" cause of my upbringing, that I prefer women to be . . . women." "Dear me, I appear to be thoroughly unpopular!" Leonie drawled. ‘"Don‘t even you lik> me, Mr. Hall?" "Like \isn‘t the word," Hall answered quietly. ‘"You‘ve made me see visions." "Ah!" she glanced at him. "Thanks. I‘m glad you understand better than the cthers. But of courseâ€"you know eYx "And perhaps you will go further and let me be your escort as a reward," he added, with an instinct to relieve the tension which had fallen upon the little group. "Have I your permission, Maharajah Sahib? I know the gardens fairly well by now.". The Maharajah bowed. "I am pleased," he said. "I must cecupy myself with my cther guests." "Congratulations on a wonderful perâ€" formanc», Miss Valence," Hall said. She gave him one swift sideways glance. "It isn‘t usual to congratulate an acâ€" tor until the end the play," she said. "You mean that you are going to keep up the part?" "I feel mor» as though the part were keeping me up." Leonie answered slowâ€" "Oh, that‘s the unconscious selfâ€" dramatistâ€"you‘re entering in the role so thoroughly that it‘s obsessing you," Hail told her. "And that is a bit danâ€" gerous, don‘t you think?" "Dangerous?" Again that quick look, almost without turning her head, a look only made possible by the abnorâ€" mally wide setting of her eyes. "To myself, or others?" "Both, perhaps. Because." Hall spoke deliberately, "nothing can alter the fact that you are a womanâ€"and a beautiful one. That‘s your real power, even if you won‘t allow it yourselfâ€"yet." Leonie turned fully towards him, and there was anger in her eyes. "I expected something better than this from you, Mr. Hall," she said. "You â€"who know so much more of me than the rest. I thought you realized that I don‘t care for flattery of that kind." ‘"You think you don‘t!" Hall found himself speaking without premediiation, things he had never intended. He went on recklessly, conscious that what he had to say must be said now or never. "At heart vou ar> only like other "At heart you ar> only like other women." "I am not!" The last word burst from her with explosive force. "Why should you take it as an inâ€" sult?" Hall demande. "What is there stronger than love?" "I think I‘ve answered that last question beforeâ€"hate! And as to the first," her eyes and her voice mocked him. "Why, I hardly expected you to hold forth to me in tlhe language of dime novels!" "How can you say that this isn‘t my real self? Answer me this; is there sompone else you care about?" "No," Leonie answered deliberately. "That‘s a lie! I thought you were more honest than most women!" Hall spoke bitterly, releasing his hold of her wrists. "Love doesn‘t stand analysis," Hall «aid dully. "I‘ve no use for anything that can‘t be examined closelyâ€"tested, to find what it‘s worth." "It is true," she told him quietly, "I feel about it as my grandfather did. I don‘t know what love is in the sense that you and others mean when you speak of it, as a passion so strong that it sets the whole universe on one side to place the loved one on the otherâ€" weighing it down. I‘m certain that it is not in my nature to feel like that." "You mean that the sole value of love to you lies in its usefulness?" "Yes," she nodded. "I thought I had made you realize thatâ€"from the first. But honestly Mr. Hall, I didn‘t know that yclu felt like "T didn‘t know it myself until toâ€" night," he told her. "Then it‘s most likely like all this . mconshine," she made a sweeping rzesture with her hand. "It iIsn‘t." "At least, you‘ll beliecve me when I say that I haven‘t been trying to make use of you . .. your feelings . . . conâ€" ;siously." | "Oh, I don‘t flatter myself that it would have been worth your while! And I won‘t trouble you with a further display of . . . my feelings." "I hep» not." She spoke gravely and :incerely. "PBcocause I don‘t want to ee you hurt. I . .. like you too much for that, in spite of it‘s being a word so forcibly forbidd>n! And now, suppose we go bhack to the others." CHAPTER XII STRUAN THE UNMAPPY The Maharatah‘s pigâ€"sticking party were soon riding across the plain, havâ€" ing been joined by two officers from Jones‘s regiment. The morning sun was still so low that horses and men threw lanky shadows as they rode westâ€" wards tewards a belt of scrubby jungle noted for pig. Copyrighted THE ADVANCE, , ONTARIO grunting. could be seen scuttling away. The big pig did not give way until the riders were close upor him, and even then he only backed slowly with trucuâ€" lent snorts. "Yours, Struan!" cried the Maharâ€" ajah, and drew aside couriteously. Struan‘s horse leaped forward, closely followed by young Jones. ‘The boar swerved, turned and went salloping off along the ride, with the two hors>men on his heels. They had gone some little distance from the rest before Struan shifted his spear to get a firmer grip, pressed his horse forward, rose in his stirrups and thrust, At the crucial instant his horse stumbled and swerved sideways, sending the rider sprawling, and immediately the big tusker charged. It was an ugly situation for the fallâ€" en man. But jom»s bore down and pinned the boar just as its tusks were within a fraction of ripping Struan‘s thigh. It was a smart piece of work, ind Jones had dismounted to finish off the big boar with neatness and dispatch almost as soon as the other man had regained his feet. "Thanks," he muttered. "Oh, all right! TI couldn‘t very well do anything else, as I was here." Both words and manner were extremely offâ€" hand and not calculated to cool Struan‘s already heated temper. "May I ask what particular reason you have for feeling like that?" Struan gemanded, white with fury. "Oh, no reason that you‘d probably think adequate yourself! Just thisâ€"I consider your behaviour to your wife that of a confounded cad." Mounting his own horse, he sat irreâ€" solutely, unwilling to rejoin the rest of the party. Then inspiration came. He would ride to the fying ground, put in a few hours‘ work and return to Khotalâ€" ghar in the evening. That would give him time to recover, but already his anger had passed into numb, dreary selfâ€"disgust. "You make it pretty plain that you‘re sorry you couldn‘t leave me to be gored," he snapped kack. "All right, if you like to put it that way, you can. You are abciut the last person I‘d have chosenâ€"to help out of a hole!" he retorted. At that younz Jones‘s temper, t0o went fyinzg to the four winds. "Youâ€"youâ€"â€"*" Shaking with rage, his face dark crimson now, Struan made a movement forward, then drew back. stood motionless, while Jones cantexed off. "After all, Jones only repeated what I‘d been calling myself," he thought. "I‘ve no right to resent what the young 9# cub said â€"â€"â€" ks Struan broke off with . a curse, canâ€" tered on towards the flying ground, hangars and bungalows, the horse‘s footfalls deadened by the thick red dust. He rode into the enclosure, tied up his mount, then walked across to his office. A few steps brought him to the door â€"and to a standstill, his whole body rigid as he stared. Someone was in the office busy with the contents of his desk It stood unlocked, the rollâ€"top up, the pigeonâ€"holes and drawers displayed. The hands of the interloper were busy with the orderly piles of papers, flicking them over quickly and methodically, before returning them to their places, cbviously searching for something. A packet was returned to the pigeonâ€" They Ate 17 Million Pounds of Beef 8 64 This amount of beeéf was served to legions of workers on hundreds of CARLOADS Crawley McCracken contracts during the past ten years. And this huge item is beef alone! 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Morning On the Lievre (By Archibald Lampman) Far above us where a Jay Screams his matins to the day, Capped with gold and amethy Lik» a vapour from the forge Of a giant somewhere hid, Out ofâ€"hearing of the clang Of his hammer, skirts of mist Slowly up the wJody gorge Lift and hang. Softly as a cloud we go, Sky above and sky below, Down the river; and the dip Of th> paddles scarcely breaks, With the little silvery drip Of the water as it shakes From the blades, the crystal deep Of the silence of the morn, Of th> forest yet asleep; And the river reaches borne In a mirror, purple gray, Sheer away To the misty line of light, Where the forest and the stream In the shadow meet and plight, Like a dream. ® uho stt s ts lA T M it From amid a stretch of reeds, Where the lazy river sucks All the water as it bleeds From a little curling creek, And the muskrats peer and sneak In around the sunken wrecks Of a tree that swept the skies Lonz ago, On a sudden seven ducks With a splashy rustle rise, Stretching out their seven necks, One before, and two behind, And the others all arow, And as steady as the wind With a swivelling whistle go, Through the purple shadow led, Till we only hear their whir In behind a rocky spur, Just ahead. Hopkins (Missouri) Journal:â€"When a man and his wife start to go anyâ€" where he tells her to get his good suit, fix the buttons in his shirt, get his sox and kerchiefs, tie his necktie and do a few other little jobs. Then he puts on his hat and says: "Great grief ain‘t you ready yet?" misty line of light, the forest and the stream shadow meet and plight, dream. qarelle 3 emoves Cl .« Urges Moosonee be ) (ven Fair Chanee COCHR ANE BAIE COMEAU LARDER LAKE cther wanting to take a trip around by Labrador, others with simpler tastes merely wishing to visit Moose Factory orto see salt water on James Bay. what was the reception at Mocsonsce! â€" The train arrived on time in the pcluring rain; then a long walk t the hotsl, where we arrived soakâ€" ing wet. ~Then followed a trip in an |opén boat to the Hudson Bay post at Moose Factoryâ€"with another soakingâ€" and no opportunity to see the bay some ten miles further for those of us who were returning in the morning unless we waitsd for the next train a week thence. 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