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For the s and QirU ONE AUTUMN NIGHT. barn w*8 burned. But something ran It was a dark, chilly October night, '»â- *•' **>â- " ^^'V- and on« tingle, bright star vrms shin- Each time th« terrible noise sound- Inf in at the chamber window where t>d nearer than before, and soon they Charlie and Will Rogers were sup- could plainly hear the rapid steps posed to be wrapped in the healthful, of the something that was pursuing innocent sleep of boyhood. them. But for more than an hour Charlie "CTlmb a tree, Charlie," gasped had been gasing at that twinkling Will, who felt that he could not keep star, that seemed to wink knowingly that headlong pace much longer, back at him, and his thoughts were "Yesâ€" come!" replied Charlie, as very, very busy all the while. t^e noise sounded not thirty feet bo- And considering the fact that y„<j ^j^gn, Charlie was a well-bred lad, those ^ ., .. ,,. . ., thoughts were very strange ones. Fin- ^•^"« •"°«» ^he dlteh thay ally he flung the quilts aside and f "P^ ** ^*'« •":* ^"f*^ <>' *» «"* turned over to wake Will with an ^«* **y <=*"*• ^ •"** •"'=''»*y' **«*» energetic pinch. "0-o-oh!" said Will, now •wake. : chose the same tree â€" a low-limbed wide •P""'"^> among whose dense green branches they soon sat in safety. "Will it go by? Can it climb?" questioned Will, as he hugged the trunk of the tree. No, it did not go by. On the con- trary, it stopped dlreetly under the spruce, and sent forth another awful roar or screech, the boys did not know "I say. Will! Do you like honey?" "Of course I do." "Do you want some?" "I sliouldn't object" "Let's get it then." "Where?" "From old John Alton's apiary. There's lota there. I saw- it to-day which to call it. when I carried his saw home. He was i But it did not climb. It was con- at work among the bees. He's taken ; tent to watch at the foot of the tree, the moet of it away, but tiiere's lots , now and then making that hideous left" noise to let them know iiiat it was "You wouldn't steal, CharUe?" waiting. "You don't suppose he'd g^ve us I "What time do you suppose it is?" any, do you. Will? He's too stingy fori said Charlie, at last. "The moon is that. He'd never miss what little up, what little there is of it See if we'd take, and it isn't so bad to take you can tell what kind of a beast it is, anything from him. He's an old skin- j Will. Ifs on your side of the tree." flirt, anyhow." j Will cautiously crept out on a largfe "Oh, Charlie! As if stealing wasn't Hmb and looked downward. "It" was stealing, no matter vdio we took it lying quietly at the foot of the tree â€" from!" ihe could 1*11 that much; but he was "Well, anyhow, I'm going to have quite certain that he had never seen Stories About Well-Known People A Myetery Man's Mystery Wedding. . "There was do one who couM apeak There are few more mysterious fl,.' English. . . Turning to my a,mpaat. iMok here,' I raid, we shall never urea In the world lu-day (hau Sir Basil Zabaroff. who ts tbouBtit by :«om» to be the richest uau alive. Nubody really knows who lie is or what be : does! His fortune has been estimated I at one hundred million dollars. Sir ' Basil Is Interested lu banklug, in ull, , iu armaments, and iu a hundred and one other things, Includlug the Caaluo at Muute Carlo. He shrinks from all i kinds uf iiubllcity. His only hubby Is oil, get the horses this way! Down yo« UK) on your marruwb«)ne»,' giving hlra a push forward. "(Jrer h« went, and as be placed lilnuelf In the familiar nursery attt- tude for daddy to give baby a ride, I gprane tipuu his back and began spur- ring him with my heels, wblUt I beat him bohlud with an Imaginary whip. The effect was magical. The old tel- cooking, and he has Invented several '"^ dropped hJs pipe and tumbled over with laughter, nearly rolling off the dlvau. He clapped his Uand£~ and the new dishes. Now 3lr I3oail has married as mys- terluusly as he has done everything else! His brldu was the Duche»s de la Villafranca de Ive Caballeros, a Is the culmination uf a long romance. Twenty years ago Sir Basil swore his devotion to her. Not until now has she been free to marry him. Only a few friends were present at the cere- mony, and Sir UbsU and Utdy Zahar- off disappeared immediately after- wards. The Only Way. PETER McARTHUR Well known writer, who died on Oct 28 In a London hospital. The Sage of Ekfrld wafi a genial and philosophical humorist and his wrlUngs never tailed to win the reader's heart. This picture was taken by A. S. Goss, a Toronto friend. In "Spunyarn," Sir Henry F. Wood's book of reminiscences of his adven- i tures ashore and afloat, a story Is told { of a visit to a Malay Chief at Slnga- I pore, who had forgotten all about an ' not been following very closely, woke I offer of horses when the visitors , up with a start, and said, eagerly: ] called. I "When Is It going to be published?" horses were forthoomlug." An Awkward Question. Few men have a bigger fund of Fleet Street stories than Robert Blatchford, the veteran author end JournallEt. One that he Is fond of telling con- cerns a brother newspaper man who WAS holding forth tu a mixed company of literary men, amongst whom was a well-known novelist. The journalist was sa>ing that he had recently l>een engaged in revising the obltuarlas held lu readiness by his paper. Turning to the novelist, he added: "I've Just been writing you up." The novellftt, who apparently bad atHoe." And Charlie his clothes. began feeling for anything like it "How large is It?" asked Charlie. "Larger than old Bruno, and you "Of course I'm with you, Charlie. 1 1 Itnow he weighs most a hundred and want some honey as bad as you do, 'Afty pounds. Maybe â€" oh, Charlie! but it doesn't seem just right" j maybe it's an 'Indian devil.' Tom The brothers were speechless with amazement and remorse. "I knew you'd be surprised, boys. One for each of you, or the two to own together â€" just as you like. And now come into the house. Your mother has got up a birthday breakfast for you. Then you can spend the day as you like. Birthdays are holidays." And the worthy man-led the way to the kitchen, where "mother" and "the girls" were waiting with their sur- "We won't take hut a little, and no one will be the wiser. Don't make any noise. Come on!" It is strange how each individual •tair ts-ill groan and every door will ** he had done with the cold, Jones says that they will never climb I ^^}^,':, "„!!!!"l'=,!°"'„„°l!^^!!!.?i'- ^.'! a tree their intended prey is in. Is itâ€" oh, Charlie, is it?" j And Will shook with fright as badly Woids. There Is a vast snobbiahnese In thfi world of words. "Intrigue" Is a climber While "meticulous" begins to wear the air Of shabby genteel. No day laborer would say to his brother "Verisimilitude" And to the Bishops "Bokunk" Is verboten. Arms and the Man. I saw a ragged laddle In the street With capless head and bootless, grimy feet; His face was dirty, yet It wore a grin That plainly proved a happy thought within. What could he have, this boy, to grin about? Surely, If anyone's, his luck was out! I looked him up and down, and under- stood Why life to the poor urchin seemed so good, A coat too large, as well as old, he wore â€" Winter Cruises of 1925. Three continents are visited by the Fabre Line excursion shiiis in their S6-day cruise from New York to all the principal ports of the .Mediterranean. Shore trips, Included In the rate of passage, are made to all the places of Interest. These ashore excursions are under the direction of the Fabro Line and are carefully planned for the con- venience and satisfaction of passen- gers. The S.S. Patrla and 3.S. Providence, which make these cruises, are built ex- pressly for the Mediterranean service. The carefree enjoyment of these trlpi In tlie millennium things will change There will be self-determination And there will be democracy Utter a moaning protest in the still- ness of night loud enough to awaken "I â€" don't â€" know â€" I'm sure," ans- wered Charlie very tremulously. "I the soundest sleei)er. The boys never ' ^sh we'd never thought of coming- had thought of it before. In fact, this 'â-  that is, I wish I hadn't You were not was their first nocturnal raid. Down the stairs they crept, catching to blame, for I coaxed you." "No, you didn't, Charlie," averred. dutiful sons had learned during the darkness of the night The birthday breakfast was a boun- tiful spread of everything dear to the Among words, appetite of a healthy, growing boy '. Verily, verily I say unto you that could be prepared by loving It will be easier for a camel hands; but the boys saw nothing but To pass through the eyo of a needle a great dish of golden honey that oc- 1 Than for "eplstemologial" cupied the centre of the well-filled | To enter the kingdom of Heaven table, their breath as a stair crekk'ed louder j Will, eagerly, ready to bear his share' ^ "^ ''"f'^ ^""^ l""*^ y°" "^"""^ °^| than usual under their cautious foot- 'of the blame. "I needn't have come 'jT^u^*"' ""* ^^"^/\" <""^*«l rteps, and reached the kitchen door I in. if I hadn't a mind to. But I wish' •'•»^" .^"*'"/ yesterday to buy a box without dieturbing the deep snoring' we were at home, and I never, never'lli especially for your breakfast. Next ttof .»«.„ t^^ ti,- K^-J^,^ „!.<.,« go to steal again," groaned the poor ^^f • '^ y**" *'?''^ ^""^ luck you can boy, as he crept to his seat by the ^** ^"Z """^ ^T?' ^^] ^"^ ^°^ tree trunk ^'^' ^''â- " * motherly smile. "Nor I,' either," said Charlie, em- "^^^ ^"'^ ^'"''"^^^ ^'""'^"'^ ^^*''' phatically. "No wonder father says the way of the transgressor is hard." Then they waited in silence for the day to dawn, two cold, shivering, re- pentant boys perched among the thick, ^i. .... * iu : branches of the spruce trei, with an I ^^H """' ""^n-wlth boys of their own awful "something'' at the foot of it -^^'Z T^"" fX\ ^ , .""'^ ^t Slowly the darkness gave way ^ I o"t thifmg of that cold autumn night Will, as he slipped through the -small the gray dawn, the weird, fantastic H*?*" ,?^1f /^'''^'â- '\'" *''%*? "^^^^ space, not dariV^ to open the door shapes around them took familiar ^'"'''â- /'":?^*^ spruce ree. while a don *•-•'- form in the «)8y daylight that was •'"^ ''""^ ^""^ "' "'^ ^'^'^ never half as welcome before. "Look now. Will," said Charlie, as â€"Robert M'Blalr. Mr. Rogers and his good wife were peacefully slumbering, unconscious of the fact that their sons' footsteps were straying into forbidden paths. Suddenly there was a break in the sonorous sounds, a hush, the dt>or creaked loudly as it was slowly open- ed by Will's hand, and there father's voice was heard: "Who's there?" "Quick now, Charlie!" whispered gifts. The boys praised and thanked, ana got through with it somehow. They never really knew how. But one thing is certain. Even to this day â€" and further. They tiptoed through the woodshed and slipped behind the rain barrel by the outside door. "Strange!" said their father's voice. "I'm sure I shut this door, and here it is open. It must be the wind is rising and blew it open." "We're in luck, Will," said Charlie. "Father thinks the wind blew the door open. Come on,- now; the coast is dear." Then they crept across the yard, eUmbed the fence and ran rapidly along the highway toward John Al- ton's house. To reach there, however, they had to cross a dark, dismal swamp near ilie lake, and many fear-Inspiring stories were told of savage, wild ani. When a doctor makes a mistake he the first sunr rays lighted the dark t»urie8 it; when a judge makes a mis His father's, I Imagine, long before â€" i is long remembered by the tourist. And 'neath Its tatters, rakishly dls- , Ooncerta, lectures and social dlvor- played, | slons of all sorts are i)rovlded, as well There stuck ten inches of a bright tin | as moving picture and wireless daily blade! | news. You who were young once, you know The Azores Is the first point of call, how ho felt â€" where twelve hours Is given to view- So conscious of a cutlass In his belt! ' Ing the semi-tropical gardens where He was no raeged urchin; In his ' Pineapples grow In hot houses. heart | Gibraltar, unique In position, in pic- He played some reckless and romantic â-  turesqueness and history, claims the admlriatlon of the visitor. From an altitude of 3,000 feet he views tb« beautiful panorama of .Madeira Island, famed for Its embroideries. Algiert s'hSws the striking contrast of the Old and the New. gay life and Arabian lei- sure. Following a north-easterly course, we reach sweet smelling and volup- swamp. Painfully Will crept out on the limb, his body aching with the nip of the keen autumn air and the cramped position on the limb. Just at that moment the "some- thing" jumped up and leaped across the ditch into the road. "Charlie!" Will nearly fell from the limb in his surprise. "Will!" Charlie had never felt so ashamed in the vhole fourteen years of his life. And for what? There, in the road, his dull eyes take it becomes the law â€" Lord Dewar. of the land. Polite â€" For This Day. "Is he a polite man?" "To be sure he is â€" never fails to part; His Glasgow was not Glasgow grey and cold. But some wild city full of loot and gold ; For all I know he stood, that lucky one. On stout deck planking warped by salt and sun. Or elseâ€" for he was quite a tiny boy â€" I tuous Palermo with its rich back- He had no dreams clear-cut. but Just ground of orange and olive tree* vague Joy 1 Naples, gem of Italy. Is famous for Because he bore a shining sword, and I beautiful situation and remains ol knew glorious history. Athens stands as the It was the thing that proper heroes do. ' last beacon of the Golden Age. doinln- â€" W. K. H. j ated by the great Parthenon towering over the ruins of the Acropolis. offer his seat to some woman when ! only been outside the Abbey once since he's about to leave a car." I that date. More Trouble for Parents â€" The first The mystery and fascination of th« essential in training a child is to have Orient Is nowhere more potent than more .sense than the child. The Coronation Chair in Westmin- ster Abbey was made in 1296. mals that inhabited it. No one had I staring into the astonished faces of { actually seen anything terrible, but the boys, his long ears expectantly j many were ready to affirm that they } erect, stood â€" not a dreadful "Indian '• kad heard unaccountable noises in the devel," no, not even a black bear, but' gloomy swamp at nighttime, "I wish we were there and back again," said Will, as they entered the darkest part of the swamp. The trees nearly met above their â€" Peddler Shugerean's old gray don- key! "I guess." began Charlie, laughing in spite of his chagrin â€" "I guess we'd better go home and do the chores, heads, and the autumn wind' moaned What do you say, Will?" and sighed through the tall ever- 1 "I think it would be a good plan," tr«»na. \ agreed Will, as he slid to the ground. I "What's that Charlie?" asked Will,! "This is the last "Expedition of this with chattering teeth. I kind for me." I And they both stopped to listen. i "And me. too," said Charlie, as he' "That? Why, that's only a hem- 1 started the animal toward home. "Not' lock stump. Come on. Don't be a to know Shugerean's donkey! Will,' simpleton. It'll be morning before we we ought to hide our heads. But the' fet our honey, if we don't hurry," noise he made did sound awful atl •niwered Charlie ,with a show of night in the woods." bravery he was far from feeling. | "Tljat's so. Well, no one knows it In fact, Charlie had much rather but just us, and I for one don't mean! be safe in his bed watching the twink- that any one shall ever know." ' | Hng star as it winked through the! And Will looked inquiringly at his| window of his room; but he wouldn't brother. •ay so, nor turn backâ€" -oh, no; not forj "Nor I," replied Charlie. "If we can! the world. only get to the barn without being "It isnt a hemlock stump this , seen, that's all 1 ask." time," said Will, grasping Charlie's' Mr. Rogers wa.s greatly surprised hand. "Listen!" - | on going to the barn to feed old Dob- i Once more they stopped and listen- .bin to find his two boys hard at work, •d intently. Noj that was no fallen and the morni;ig chores nearly done. ' tree trunk. Charlie acknowledged I "Out early, aren't you, lads? l' that; but he could not tell what it thought 1 was Roing to" surprise you ' ally was, and then came such strange, unearthly noise. Again it sounded, nearer than at I didn't think you remembered it was' your birthday. Lucky you was both' born on the same day of the same! ftntâ€" the most hideous, awful -noise month- -it .saves me a sight of bother. , they had over heard. Come and sec your presents. I got I AH the stories of the lonely swamp: them from John Alton yesterday." I came fresh to their men.ories now, and Shortly beforo the Olympit- siited . And leading the way 'to the" garden '"â- â€¢''" ^'** "*'"'"'' ''"' I^"8lan(l. the Charlie wa.i the first t» run. Never, b^ind the house, he pointed gleefully' Prince of Wales consented to pose tor before had they ^een known to run 'to two new. white hivesâ€" two beauti-^''® photographers in company with s» ftat not even- ^k;n the minister's ful swarms of bees I '• the vessels skipper. Captain Har- HEIR TO BRITISH THRONE ON OLYMPIC WITH CAP wi.rtli. He i~ fc:) iiMiiing : ii rp-.-cir to .•Vme'.icH. after I'.avinR announced ihnt hi.s iwc.'-inonlh holi.i.iy jTi Canada and the United St-ites had been one of the most p'.eafant of bis career HARWORTH :;!) 1 lifter liaving promised that, fol- lowing his South- .\frlcan tour next year, he wnuM rpJinii lo this continent in 1920. (. at Constantinople, at the cross-roads of two continents; a splendid view over the Bosphonis, the .\slatic Coast It has *"'' *'"^ ^"^ "' Marmora. A three-hour trip in autos from .laf- fa brings the traveller to Jerusalem, the most interesting city in the world, the city that was adorned by Solomon j and hallowed by Christ. There Is I scarcely a paving stone of the oid city i without ifs wealth of religious assocl- l atlon, its legends and traditions. Much • , Is still unchanged for the admiration ; and reverence of the ages. Next we set foot upon the ancient ; soil of Egypt, land of the Pharaohs, and the pyramids, relics of an age long past. 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The material to be dyed ts wi\.shed in this water. Oil is pr^-se4it chiefly in the flowers, which .Tre gathere<I for their fragrance, and in :i small way the oil is ex'racted and f-old for making perfumery. Correct Enolish, .^rdont Suitor- "Sir. I want your daughter for my wife." trAte Father "Young man, go lorn* and te:i your wife she can't have my daughter." .*. Duty makes us do things wci, hut I love makes us do thrm bea'-it.f .iliy. 2'biKips Brooke