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-*^ In the Tea Cup n the full charm of SALADA' II H63a Is revealed. The flavor is pure, fresh and frag^rant. Try It. Black, Mixed or Green Blends. Business Isn't EverytMng Bt BESS McREE DAVIS. =y PART II. "I had decided to surprise Alice by Retting there earlier than we had planned. Thi.s means that I can't go for her, at all. She's waited three years for me to make good; she hatf Alice. Ask him to let you have •hough ' ''I've beeing thinking what is l)est to do," she said. "You go to Mr. Hun- ter. He lends money. Tell him your misfortune. You've a winning wu' with you, Brooks. Tell him about faith in^ me when others didn't ; she loves me' and Iâ€" oh my God!" Up and down, hands clenched, teeth gi-itted, while his old friend followed him with eyes fu'l of .sorrow. "What's the use trying any more? What's the use of anything? I went .straight, 1 did all I could, and see where I am! I'll have to give her up. I can't make her keep on waiting â€" waiting. It's hell!" Mrs. Mercer went to him, laid her hand on his arm and led him, unre- sisting, to the dining room. "I know! Life's that way. Keep up your cour- age, boy! You''re young and .<!trong. It'h' not as if you had no more left in to go after her. You're young and ! have a good job. She had rather bej with you, sharing little, than waiting. I know." EagcrneKs leaped to his face, but he hesitated. "I've always said 1 1 wouldn't go back until I could '.show'j these doubters who said I was too 1 irresponsible to make good; that I'd not marry a girl and give her nolT»lng| but hardships. And I'm not going!"! '"Does Alice- love you?" she asked] gently. | "She does, God bless her!" he said and his eyes softened. j "Don't let prtde stand in the wayi of your happiness, then. There's no| you. It will be all right. Come and woman on earth who really loves, who eat. You'll feel better then." She made hot coffee for him and waited on him, tempting him with this and that. He put his arm around her thin shoulders as thoy went back to her sit- ting room. "You've been a mother to nie for nioi.ths," he said huskily. "I've ; "-'J*^- never seen you when you were 'down'; jâ„¢"" hadn't rather be with her man, skimp- ing, than do without him with the prospect of case at the end of empty year;;. The scoffers needn't know about it," she urged. H;> cupped her face in his big work- rough hand and looked deep into her "You'd put spirit in a dead he said. "I'm convinced because you ulway.s see a bright sida. How can you?" She looked up into the sober young and face where di-^illusion reigned smiled at liim, patting his hand. I want to be. I'll go to Mr. Hunter] right now," and he was off like a sky- 1 rocket, out into the rain and darkness.! Mrs. M(!rcer .sal .-'.nd thought of him.j WRIGLEYiS AFTER _l|,..^, EVERY Ifcfeth MEAL affords benefit as well as pleasure. Ilealtliful exercise for the teeth and a spur to digestion. A long> lasting refreshment, toothing to nerves and ttomach. Tlie World Famous Sweetmeat, untouched by hands, fult of j flavor. SMP ENAMELED SINKS A Real Sink Up lo HOW ti'tl.cn kitikt hiiv.- coit r'a! m'lrjey. N jw, at I .w co«i, you run put 111 t!i« ncwrsl lyt* SMP BnatncHd Wjre Sink. Thi« !•"• •trnng tink tui\: t.f imi misting Armco I.-on. with tlirec coota of pnrcit while cnam*I. tmine as pi b.-ithiubi. Cumplcte wlih 1.2' bark, i'r«iiirr. br.icli'li, fi'.iingi, and full tSiccii'ini fnr Kttluf up. Stan.laril .!.rc ;0-» t0-l5'ilerp. Price, complete, $12.00 I lllfS Buy o..? 6: i ,'n of ilifis SMP Enamrlrd Wati 'Oiain Boards aTto- MmIc to tit KMP Sink, aivl all •taiulard ainkt. Bite 20' a li'. Bam^ sturdy rnnatruction ai on SMP Sinks. Vfry handsome and â-  |rent labor aaver. S'.ld compl'^tc witii brarkrltand fittings for setritif up. Price, complete, $6.00 F:r »:.l; hy ptamtirn an-1 hardware st.-)rcs Ihr-'ughout tfie country. •ShEI T M*TAL PnOOUO.? CoT^ r-tC*4TI,tAL Tono»*TO WINNIPfO ffOHONTOM VAMCOUV/ta CAlOAnv '.'<* l^nUE No. 42â€" 76. this big-hearted, lovable youth who! i had laughed his way into her affec- I tioMs and kept his place there by his] I warm consideration of her. Always, I tracking her about her work, helping j her if he could, making her smi'.e at -his nonsonse if there was nothing he : could do, lightening her burdens by his very sunniness. Too bad lo put bitterness in that I light heart! To let worry and di.--^ j appointment rub the upward curl from' j his gay mouth; to .see heartache and -'despairing hopelessness in those blue! eyes. .She sighed and shook her head. I j A scant half hour had pas.sed bo-! â-  fci'e lie returned; glancing ((uickly at' ; his face, she read failure there. j "Mr. Hunlei-," ho said stonily, "has' I no excess of the milk of human kind-1 i ness. He said he'd have been askingi [favors now if he had listened to every! hard luck tale ho heard. As I liad i nothing to mortgage but my strength,! no bond except my word, he couldn't! , se^' hi.s way clear toJending me any- : thing." I t Mr.H. Mercer moistened her lips and I swallowed hard. | I "I'urthermore, it isn't 'good business to let people have anything without j fir.-t-rate collateral' and it isn't wise' i 'to go in debt just to get married.' Iti ; ended by my telling him to go to hell.' ' I couldn't help it, Little Lady, he was I so smug and self-satistied. I'm: i beaten." j lie bowed his head against the back of the chair on which he sat astride' and was very, very still. Mrs. Mercer' stood staring. Her eyes looked like thn.se of a helpless animal that is be-| ing tortured. Her face, suddenly old and deeply wrinkled, puckered like a ; child's when about to cry. Then â€" she jerked up her head, spread out her hands where were the prints of her I nails and came close to him. Laying one arm across his shoulder.", her fingers threaded the damp masses of his hair. She gave a little laugh that j was sweet and certain. ! j "Well, I'll l)e your bank! I'll lend . you the monyy. You .shall go after 1 .Mire at once, as you'd planned, and pay me back when you can. I trust I you. if .Mr. Hunter doesn't." , I He whirled around upon her, gaz- , ing at n face glorided by love and ' faith. "Take your hard-oarned money ! that you've slavt -1 for? I couldn't, i Mrs. Mercer! Ft wouldn't be right!" I "Why not? L^n't Alice waiting? Hasn't she everything ready? She's waited long enough. It's no fault of yours that yo-.i haven't the money. I want you to \>? happy, for I love you, boy, just as I loved the little boy I, had, long ago." ; "But .... but, Mrp. Mercer!" he stammered. "It wouldn't be right. ' ! You need that money for something,' I surely. I'd bn depriving you; I'd feel like n ra.sral." | But even a.i ho protested, hope was looming back to his eyes, new life to ; hi.s fnre. | "Listen, Brooks, I'm past the age .where dUappointmenta mean so much. I I've had my day. I've had my love. 1 want yov to Uke th« mooejr Md b« happy. I can wait, much better than^ you can. It doesn't matter itbout me. It does about you and the girl who lovflfl you." j He saw in those courageous eyes sincerity, earnest purpose, lovej and he took in his strong hands those frail hands that had toiled. He kissed them and laid them against his cheek and she felt on them a moisture that did not ctune from his rain-touched hair, i Til take it, lady dear, because it's' a love gift. You know what it means '. to me. I'll never forget what you've done, nor will Alice." ] Several hours later, she went with him to the train and before the throng ! of hurrying tourists he took her in his arms and kissed her. She stood out-' sido the window, smiling up into his countenance, once more the animated,* enthusiastic Brooks. * "Anybody would know that you're going after a bride!" she said gaily. He grinned delightedly. "We'll be back in two weeks. I'll wire you. Be sure to meet us. If there's anyone in the world Alice need be jealous of, it's you! Good-bye!" She waved until he was out of sight; then the flush that had made her look younger by years faded; her lips took on their patient Bweeiness; she was once more the worn-out little machine with nothing ahead of her but unceasing toil â€" and the dreaded spectre in the near distance ! , Quietly the Little Gray Lady enter- ed Mr. Hunter's office and wasted no words in trivialities. "I told you I'd be prompt; the option is up. I'm .sorry but I can't buy -the place," she said in a firm voice. "I . . . hope that the other pcr.son still wants it." He looked at her keenly. Under the .scrutiny she colored, as if a ftiind reader were baring her secrets to the unsympathetic gaze "of critics. "Why can't you?" he demanded. "The season's be?n fine. You told me you had almost enough." "Yes," she admitted. "I made enough but^ I . . . I . . . somebody needed it worse than I did and I lent it." "And cut yourself out of the thing yoii wanted worse than anything in the world!" he chided curtly. "What sort of business Is that? That's why you women never get anywhere, finan- cially. You are taken in by some beggar." Sha lifted her head proudly. "It was mine to give, if I chose. I made it. To mo it means just going on as I used to; to â€" the other person it means keeping faith in human good- ness." He compressed his lips. "And to me it means . . .?" "I'm really very sorry about that," she hurried. "I know it's the last of the .season but I hoped, for your sake, that someone would still want the house. I don't see why notâ€" ^'s s :c''. a d;ar little place." Her chin quivered. "Uiider tha circumstances, I feel justifietl in insisting that you take it. You led me to believe . . ." "But, Mr. Hunter, I can't! I'd love to but . . . well, I just haven't the nionay. .And by the time I've made some more or the other is paiti back, the house will not be for sale. I've just lost it, that's all!" Mr. Hunter searched among the paper.s on his desk then reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter. "Don't see why I put that thing there â€" might have burnt a hole in my pocket, it's such a hot one. I have a letter here from a man named Brooks Young. Know him?" His eyes searched her face. She .'Uarted and nodded. "He's a fine boy." Mr. Hunter made a wry face. "May^ be so. Didn't impress me that way, especially when he turned upon me like a wildcat and consigned me to the infernal regions when I refused to lend him money. Hot-Keaded, seems to me." Mrs. Mercer smiled faintly and con- doned, "He was in trouble, and he's young. Youth doesn't stop to think twice when it is in pain. I was young once." "Well, maybe you're right. Any- way, he laid me on the coals. Told mf. if Vji give my h««d a vacation and let my heart ruii things awhile, I'd be more human. Thanked God that there's at least one person in the world who acts aceordinic to the dictates of love and charity and not business principles. He called her his Little Lady. Know her?" Mrs. Mercer's face burned; she dropped her glance to trembling hands that fumbled a handkerchief. "Never was so dumbfounded in my life. It hurts my pride," he went on. "I don't let anybody put one over on me, of any kind. If a woman can . . . hero, Mrs. Mercer! Talk aside, I re- spect you for what you did, though it was blamed poor business." "Business isn't everything," she said mildly, surprised at the expres- sion in his eyes. "Well, maybe not. Anyhow, I in- sist upon you taking that house. You want it jind â€" there's something I don't just 'get' but J want you to have it. You're nat the only fellow who can be magnanimous. I resent being called a cold-hearted clod!" "Ho's"'sCch an impetuous boy and so very plain spoken," she murmured. Her eyes shone with a great light; her face looked like the break of day. Mr. Hunter glanced at her and away quickly, clearing his throat with a queer sort of sound. There was a throbbing silence that seemed hours long to one of them. "We'll make the terms easy to suit you. A trifle down. Pay the rest as you can. And I won't press you if you're hard up at any time. Oh, you needn't thank me â€" the other buyer changed his mind." (The End.) «i • MInard's Liniment utad by Physlclana e- . Mystery of the Ocean's Bed. Scientists are greatly Interested at the present time In what has been called the Uayof Biscay Mystery. The bed of the bay, which has always been considered nearly 14,000 feet down, Is now only 120 feet dov.n! The accuracy of this suppoaed dis- covery Is to bo tested, for two big points are at Issue. Have previous soundings been correct, or have some strange disturbances, probably con- nected with the recent earthquake In Japan, so altered the earth's crcuBt that a mountain as high as Mont Blaue has suddenly risen from the ocean bed? The latter suggestion seama unlike- ly, and yet It may not be untrue. An English veF.3el five years ago reported depths of 500 and 600 feet where charts sho\vo;l over 4,000, so there is certainly a iwsslblllty that the bed of the Bay of Biscay may have rl?en! The latest movement In the ocean's bed has Jus't been reported by an .\raerican professor. The Hawaiian I.-lands, in the Paciflc Ocean, are rradually being pushsd upwards, and within a peneration may comprise a high dry territory as large as Japan. As some of Iho earth's surface has been thrown or deposited above the ! sea-level. It follows that some land should also have disappeared. During the recent heavy storms which swept accross the world, a lit- tle Island town In Portuguese West .Vfrlca disappeared bener.th the sea. soakydittoutl Just soaking in it loosens all the dirt -> saves yois the hard work of rubbing m The place canished as If by magic. Survivors who happened to be In boats at the time were thought to be mad when they told the story of how the sea suddenly heaved mountaine high, and closed over the island. A Far Way Back. A party of Americans was belns conducted over a very famous build- ing In Iiondpn. "That particular arch," explained the guide, "goes back to William the Conqueror." "What fof?" asked a member of the party. 'W'on't It fit?" The value of the crop taken from' the hop fields of British Columbia! during the year 1924 is estimated to bo $317,159, the yield being 813,228 pounds. Five hundred and seven acres of land were under crop. Keep MInard's Liniment :n the housa. Wrote a Mouthful. The boss recently received a letter from one of his clerks who was on a wedding trip: "I am sitting by the Niagara Palls drinking It all in." An Effect of Sunspots. SuDspot.s affect the levels of tropical lakes, making them higher. PufRcalMqstord in Your Kit Right at the top of the list of camping necessities is a tin or two of real Mustard. Men wIk) fish and men who shoot know wli.it n spiclncss and flavour mustard frrshly mixed with cold water adds to the ham, bacon, fowl, ven- ison and other good thinga they eat in camp. rOLMAN-KEEN (Car«d«) Limited IM AmIiffiiSUfct MONTREAL 3Tt ecWs .bustard Aids di^e«Hoi SERVICE TO MEN Men who like their clothes hand- led particularly and skillfully send them to Parker's. Famous Valeteria method for press- ing. Prompt Mail Or- der Service. Carriage charges paid one way. HARKERS m^ DYE- WORKIl LIMITED laE&NERS&DYERS 791 YONGE ST TORONTO THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS Are Earned Each Month I Know Because I Pay It ! No matter where you live you can work for me. If It is money you want, read this. HOW would you like to earn extra money without leaving your homo â€" without neglecting yonr other duties? Not by canvassing or sell- ing, but In a pleasant, private way - rlcht In your own home! Even though yo\i have no actuil need to earn money, wouldn't It bo very pleasant to sit down this af- ternoon or this evening and In nn e.Tsy restful way turn your sparn time Into dollars? Here Is What You Do With a simple hanl linlltlng ma- chine you Knit wool ho.-lu for me. I pay you rash for the KnlUtng â€" so nuirh a piilrâ€"and I keep you supplied with the yarn that you I'.se. I sell the socks my workers knit to wholesalo firm? hero In Toronto Hundred.') of ihoiuanijs of pairs. 1 have immedinte sale for every pair that 1 can possibly get. Experience Unnecessary Kiuh worker learn* from a set of simple, rlear Instructions. They work as much or as llitio as they please, fliiing in the haiir.<< that best suit their convenience. Of course tho uKa-e socks they knit the larger their pay cheque. These Workers Are Happy With Their Earnings 1 have over one thousand letters In my offleo written by men and wo- men who are only too glad to tell , others of their eucceas. 1 only wish that I could print them all for you to read! Think how pleased Mrs. George Poole of Ontario mujt ba that she sent me her name four ye.-jrs ago. Here Is part of her last letter: "I have had my machlae ovev four yenrs. since taking \ip tho work 1 hiivo never been with- out money. .•\s we live tliree niilen from town I have always wanto.l a c.ir. und now 1 have one whltli my Auto Knitter Is paying for. I,ast winter I cleared $525.00." And p.irt of 11 very Intcreetlng lotlei- from Mrs. JnmtMi Shaw, also of Ontario, ren(l.i m follows: "Wo have hail our machine three years. Last (all from October until two days before ('hr'u>tni?i8. It brought ma lu $400 iKi," While most of ray workers are women, hundreds of men And It prornabio to turn their spare time Into dollarsi. Listen to Mr, Arlington KVaser. who lives In a Brciill Onti.;io to>vn: "I was a little nfrairt of 8t;:rllng .i-i 1 had nsver seen a knitting machlnp. but with the help of the instructions It was easy, I have only had the machine five months and I h:ivo nuide $32ivno [n my spare time," %\^oa yoii read these simply written re- cords of what others are doing, U there any reason why you cannot do the fame? Beautiful Booklet Free .My beautiful booklet givins full in- formation about Auto Knitting is free. It I,= lUuetrated with photo- graphs and tetters of liiose /ho are making a gre.it success of this Home-Karning plan. I would like very much to send you a copy, I krtow you will be surprised to learu how valuable your spare r'lne Is. Simply nn In the coupon helow ani by return nmll you will rpc-elve the booklet. .\»d plea.'-o rninember, there Is not the slighiesl obllgatioti in your doing this. It will be my pleasure to send It. Why not clip tho coupon right now nnd mall It !i3 scon as you can? T. W, C'liadbtirn. President, The Auto Knitte.- Hosiery Co. Ltd. ISiO Davenport Rd., Toronto Dear Mr. Chadburn' Without the slightest obllfa- tiou on my part, pleast send m« lufomiation about making money at horn*. Name Address Dep. 9910