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All Grocers Stock TEA T8S If you Mrant aomethlnfC better â€" try it. m BMHE BEGIN HEKE TO-DAY. | Tht> nmrriajfe of Dolly and Nigel ] g'if^hfrton proves an unhappy one. When war Ih d«?cl8red ^MKtfl is glad to 1 en.ist. He leave* Dolly utwlor the care Of Mary Furnival. Nigel is Icilled and I>oI!y marrii's an old sweetheart, Rob- «rt Durliam. Dolly and Robert nail for America and word i-nmcr of the sinking of their j ship. When Ni)fel'.s brother, David, j rails to gee Nigel's widow, Mary is a.shame<i to tell him of Dolly's mar- I riagi'. David miBtakfK Mary for his i brother's wife and nsk.-; her to com© V> live at Red Grnngp with him and ; his aunt. .Mary i.-; happy in her new j home. Dora Fisher wishes to marry, David. She »-ni:!> at Med Cirange and becomes jealous of Mnry. NOW 00 0\- WITH THE STORY. Sho h;id work<'fi hi rse'.f into a thor- oughly bad t.^mper by the tiTiip .she got to Ijon-Jon : it was rainin;.' a littlf, and Dora hat<>d rain. She t<'.k a taxi the whole wuy home, and kept the man waiting whi^e rm- went in.to the house nnd demanded th<' fare fioni Monty. Hp had just finished hi.<! dinner, and ros« fr(.m the table, smiiinp with pleawuri' a? ^ijfht of her. "We!;, d'-ar'.'" He geniiine-ly loved and admired his sigter. He bent to kiss her, but ."he turned him a cool cheek. "}Iavo you any money? Ths taxi man iH waiting." His hand went at once to his pocket. "How much?" S!»e to'.d him, and was quick to no- tice hif frown. "It was ruining, and I hate rain," she c; mpiained petu'antly. "You might have taken the tuiie half way; you know wo really can't afford to have taxis evprj^vh.^rc." "Don't be so mean!" She took the: money without a word of tha:iks, and ; jjavo it to th'^ maid, fh-i n fhe came | back, tos.'^inp her hat Mid gl<.ves on toj tlK .<K.'fa. "I suppofcc th-? dinner isn't i frt t'-> ea^. and I'm no huiii'ry." | "I didn't expoct you, or I would j hftvo kept it h^icl;. Tell th" maid to! brintc you 'onK'thing. I thought yyr might not he heme ti!'. the lajit tniin;; I should have coire to Flu.'^ton to meet it." "They didn'^ nsk mc to stay, p.nd I'm 5ure I didn't want to." "Did you see David?" "Yet; he K'-emH en:rross<-d with Nigel's wife; they'd b<;en out in the car together r."l the afternoon. I don't know what in the world you meant by calling l)er pretty." "I think sho is â€" nr was- -In a com- mon wrt of Etyle." "She'.'? not -not in any ."ort of| â- tylc! Par-fy- faced thing." Monty IauKh€<l. | "Don't be a cat, old girl; you're too Ifood-Iooking yourself to grudg« any- one else a pnia'! share." "WeX, I hate her â€" I hate the way she's got in with David and Miss Var- ' ney. I ha to her ways â€" »hâ€" " Sh« broke off exnsperatedly. | Monty lit a cigaret. He knew his ' "So fihe had. Has i»he changed the color then, or what?" "Sho! She'd never troubl* enough about herself to want to change the cwJor. It's just ordinary mouse- brown." "Humph! Then fche h«B changed it, or else it can't be the right girl you saw," he chaffed her. "Dcr.'t be such an idiot!" Sho ilTopped into a chair, turning her back to him. As a rule she was quite good-tempered, but the after- noon had thoroughly upset her. Monty smoked on imperturbably. Once he venture<i to whistle a snatch of song. Dora rounded on him in- stantly. "Oh, do shut up! A lot you care what h.Tpp<'iv<( to me! A lot you care if I'm happy or miserable!" She be- gan to cry shallowly. T'-iir-s of sheer temper they were, but Monty thought she was really un- happy. He was sufficiently fond of David Prt-tlK-rton himself to believe that he was the type of man a woman would adore. He came round to where Dora .<=at with hT face hidden in a Inro handkerchief, and put his arm round her Bhou!<lers. "My dear girl, don't! I hate to see you so upset ! What in the world has happened?" Tan 1 help at all? You know I'd do anything In my power." Sh« pushed him impatiently aside. "Oh, leave me alone!" She looked up at him wiLh resent- ful eyes. "You ought to have persuaded David not to have thai wife of Nigel's down there ; you ought to have guess- "M'iss Fisher wants you to stay with her in town." wiritT very well infj^d in this mood, and always took r«fii(re In silence. Dora broke out again suddenly. "I thought you said she bad rod- brf)wn hair?" ed what yould happen. She's Just worming her way in with everybody, auJ already they are l)eglnning to wonder how they managed before she camo." "My dear chid, isn't that Just what I did try to do? Didn't I tell David? Didn't I do ex-crything in my power?" "You ought to have insisted that Sonne other arrangement was made." "Now you'rp talking sheer rubbish! I'm not David's keeper. Surely he han a right to p'.eaac himself?" Dora l)egBn to cry again, but this time Monty wm unmoved. He had had enough of it. He got up and walked out of the room. ^F^ Keeps teeth cle»n, breath eweet,^ appetite keen and digestion cood. ^r ^-i^ m â€" K »'S tsate No. sa~'£C. 1^. f}rt4ii a{itT •moiling CHAPTER XXXV. TIME, THE HRAI.EII. When David got back to the Red Grange h;* found Miss Varney alon« I in the drawing-room. She noticed the quick way in which his eyes roamed ; roun-i th<> room an If In search of I tomeotKi f'se. j "Where's Mary?" he aik«d abruptly. I "I really dm't know, dear; she was here a moment ago." I Mary had slipped away wh«n she he.nrd th« tound of the car In the ; drive; the did not feel as if sh* ooutd fscp David arain just then. When- ] ever "he thought of her own Impulsive I wordf* fhe felt as If her whot« bo4y w«re Muahinff. What must he have thought of her? j What mcmer.t of madness had mads I her say coch a thin);?' Rhs had lpv«d NIfeU-snd David j was Ni jel's t>r«4her. ! Put, though M y*t aha did not reaC-- ! is* It, it was stranc« how lataly Niftri I had bagun to faiia Into the ba«k- I ground of memory. She would have I indlrocntly 4»nied It had anyione told I her that it vas no, but tho fact ro- ' loained, no^'erihc.' Pertuipe fhe had never loved him ua deeply aa it was in her luiture to love; but Ite bad been her one and ondy romance, aad the tragedy of his dea.h had lerit a halo of lieauly to hii* who'e life. j Married to him, »he would always' have adored hi.-n, but in apite of her- self her whole ft^.ing towards him bad unconsciously changed «ince bi» marriupe. Even to the broken-hei.rt^d, Time Is a wonderf ur h -a'cr, and there is no truer aajring of all the many penned by the Immorta bard thiyi that "Men have died, and worms have eaten them, but not for lovt-." And Mar>' was still younir. She was bcifln-ning already to loso the wan, careworn look fhut hud thinned her face when she first cnmo to Red Grange. The qutt, healthy life, fr»e from trouble, had done wonders for her; she f-lept weTl and drcamU'««ly, and Woke fujl of energy, looknng for- ward with almost childish anticipa- tion to the simple events of the day. learning to dri\« David's car had given h'er tremendous pleitMire; it was something po different from anything she had ever experienced â€" eomething so exciting. D«.vid was si)eaking of tho car when, a little l«t«r, i' e cfime into the room. "Dora only just caught her train. The engine was rumiing badly; it would hardly take Deacon's Hill at ftH â€" " he swung round sharply at the soft sound of the opening door. Mary did not jook at him as she came forward, but was paiufuJIy con- scious of her quick heart-beats and flushing cheeks. She Fat down beside Misa Varney, and took up a book. "Well, are you ready for another les.son In the morning?" David asked her. Ho was determined that somehow she should be made to look at him, and speak to him; he wanted to meet her eyes again, but Mary did not raise them. "I think it will be wet to-morrow," ehj said. Ho laughed. "What difference can that make? There is a hood to the car. And it was raining yesterday when we went out." "Was it?" She felt s-trained and unnatural with him; she wished ho would go away or sit down. He look- ed so tall and overpowering as he stood there, and she was so painfully conscious of his guze bent upon her. Suddenly "Miss Fisher wants you to go and .stay with her in town," he said de- liberately. The words had the desired effect. Mary raised her eyes at once. "Oh, I couldn't! I don't want to be rude, but I'd so much rather not." "You don't '.ike her?" Sho flushed. "Oh, it's net that. I think she's simply beautiful, but â€" oh, I'm such a bad one at making new friends." "You made friends with u.s easily enough, my dear," said Miss Varney afl'pctionately. Mary could think of no reply. The book had fallen from her knees; she stooped and groped after it at the same moment in which David bent to pick it up for her, and their hands touched. Mary drew hers away sharply, and there was a little additional color in David's face as he laid the book down on her lap. The silence was unbroken save for the click, click of Miss Vamey's knit- ting needles. "I am going to show you over the old part of the house after dinner," David said suddenly. "You said you would like to see it, and there is a m<x)n to-night." She looked up interestedly. "What has that got to do with It?" Everything. The old wing looks only Its best by moonlight." "Oh!" "And the ghost always walks by moonMght," said Miss Varney. Mary clasped her hands rather tightly in the lap of her frock. "Perhaps we shall seo her, then," she said, with forced lightness. Miss Varney ahook her head. "In my opinion she tK-ver existed, my dear. I've never seen her, and I very much doubt if anyone else has. Dear me â€" not dinner already?" (To be continued.) SLENDER LINES FIND FAVOR The rich designs of the bordered materials form decided trimming feat ures in themselves. Cut to elip on over the head, and with a convertible collar that may be fastened high, this dis tlnctive-Iooking frock for daytime wear is developed in bordered crepe of graduated polka-dot pattern. A slngile large tuck in front of each shoulder gives easy fulness over the bust, and the long full sleeves are gathered into narrow wristbands. There are two large patch pockets, and a narrow belt is wombat the low waistline. No. H97 is in sizes 34, 86, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust. Size 36 bust requires 3'/4 yards S6-inch, or 3«/4 yards 40-inch, or 2'/4 yards 54-inch bordered material, as pictured. Price 20 cente. Tho secret of distinctive dre.ss lies in good taste rather than a lavish ex- penditure of money. 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It waa full of sunshine, with trao •badows on the grass, singing birds and wild rose perfume; and eicept for beauty, I do not know why it was at all. And it would not be right to re- member the little green pasture with- out the tree froga, cockle burs and bumble bees. Every rail-fence comer was a caatle, with stake and rider Nocturne. The earth: atlll heavy and warm with afternoon. Dazed by the moon. Tie earth, tormeated with the mo<»'«| Ugh*, Wandering tn the night. Pull moon, moon-rise, the oM, old paiiL towers aiHl walls. The crickets played 1 0' brightness In dilated ©yea. their fiddles there and we were sure I the June bugs danced, and It was there the bol>-whlte8 hid their nests. I will take you along the narrow path that ran the longest way acroes the little imsture, and If you can be a little boy or a little s?rl for a while, we will run. So down the path we go, from the front yard gate past the stlle and hitching posts â€" you in front and me behind â€" and all the time the silver leaf tree keeps turning Its greeu and silver leaves Just as fast as we run. We cross the little hollow and what a thrill It give us, but on we go, past the quiet pond resting in Its shad.v banks, clear down to the bars â€" and there Is the great yellow road with the hack- 1 berry tree at the top of the hill â€" the ;W'hy do w© stand The ache of atlU ESbows leaning on the naaxow sIH. Of motlonleBB cold hai*d« upon the wet. Marble of the parapet. Of open ey^ldB of a child behind The crooked gUmmer of the wlndow^i blind. Of sliding, faint, remindful equaxe« Across the lamplight on the rockIng>-i chairs VlTiy do we stand so late. Still fingers on the moonlit gste? "'Bid Me Not r Ruth, aged four, found grandma read- ing and upon Inquiry was told she was studying her Sunday-school lesson. "TeacK ra« my Sunday-school lesson, grandma." she aald. So grandma taught her to say, "Suffer little child- ren to come unto me and forbid them not, for of such ts the kingdom of heaven." K few days later Ruth's mother want i.pstalrs tn make the beds. The air was very cold from open windows, and Ruth was toW to remain below. After a tlmo Ruth called, "Mamma, I'm com- ing np." Mother explained It was Tory cold and Ruth might become 111 and she must ramaln below. But Ruth per- sisted and started to monnt the flrat iUlr. Mother heard the ttnjr etep. came to the top of the stairs, and said, "Rutb, I forbid you to come up." At this Ruth stamped her foot, and with flashlag eye* her outraged self retorted, "'Bid qje not! Such I* tha kingdom of HaaTan!" A Dead Airman. May's tapesti-y of green and gold Was hung about us fold oa fold. Where, In tho copss. the cuckoo calls, A scented arras on the walls Of space and time, that held us close As bees are garnered by the rose. And we two, walking In tliat wood. Had half forgot the mire and blood. (Forgive usk you who sleep In Prance! ) We half forgot, and then .some chance Or some stem angel le<l the way Through quiet fields to where he lay Broken, beneath his broken wings. Dead, who had known but twenty Springs. Still, whero a million pulwa beat, Pace downward In the young green wheat. That wreckage, gaunt an-l angular. Had fliiblicd above us like a star An hour before. Its course was done; Finished; and one more woman's son Had cast the cloak so de.'«rly bought. With patlenc« and In travail wrought For nine long months, worn twenty yearsk How gaily! Now Fate'a awful shear* I Had rent It, and the naked soul 8Uppe4 <?iit at once. < To see life whole One needs good eyea, but only Ood Can so vtew death. â€" Moray Dalton. road that leads out to the world, to far- away cities that glitter with mystery, acrois rolling plains and glowing de- serts, to- where mountains as high ils the sky slope down to the widest of oceans and ships sail away on the sun- set. Long since I have traveled that road and it has no backward turning, but in fancy w© are children again In the lit- â-  tie greeu pasture. It Is a summer I evening now and the sun has Just set â-  behind the deep, dark woods aci-ose the road, the whlppoorwllls are calling and we chase the lightnin" bugs as they f:o I glimpsing by. White clouds, slender • and feather}', trail across the sky. I I call them angels but you, of course, know better. | Nancy is' coming down the path. I â-  would rather sleep on the sheepskin 1 under the elm trees Just inside the ' gate, but she will carry me to the house and to bed. To watch GO long the fall of mooallghtj on the sand? What is It we cannot recall? â€" ^Archibald MaiL,elsh., Keep Untreated Lumbsr Away From Moist Ground In verandas the important thing Is to keep untreated lumber from contact with the moist ground In order to pre- vent rot., if the lumber to bo used de- pends largely upon localitv, the de- signer usually has no choice. What has been said In reference to material applies a'lao to verandah floors. Such floors may bo mad© 17-16 Inches thick to advantage. They should be laid In white lead. It Is Important to slope tho flood properly to Insure quick drainage. -« Soap improves w^th keeping, so It should be bought In large quantitieB. Before storing it, however, cut the bars into convenient pieces, for this is most easily done when it is soft. BICYCLE BARGAINS nimen! Can YOU answer these 5 questions? Hovi aoon afitr hatching thould chiekaboftd? What Wi>ul4 you faed laying pullet* to tiopihtm "gaingotf thtirUg,?" What f»a<i makc^ chiekm maiara rapidly ? Why thould vary little meat and bone feed be given breeding ttcch ? What feed* contain the vita- min* thtttprevent* chicktfrom having richett? Th» correct uuwer* to th««f qncs- tlona are worth many doUart to yon â€" yet you cmn yet them absolutely FREE. Tile Department of Asrlculture. Ottawa. ha< i>rri)ar«l a booklet. 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Of a million DriUsh war sravea scat- tered over the hattleflekls of Flanders and l<t«nre and tho Near Bast, practi- cally the only one uncared for Is that ct Rupert Brooke, the English poet kUkJd at Oalllpoll, who wrote the line*: "If I should <lt», think only this of me- That thare's one corner of a foralcn neld That Is forever England." Only ]u»t now has the attNiilon of the British public been called to the astounding fact that laolateil on 9cy- ros, a lonely Island In the i^^casn Sea, the post's grave Is not aimmg thoite maintained by the War Oraves Com- mission. Kn«1and might still be un- aware of the neglect of Uup«rt Brooke's reeling place If It were not for the approvchlng St. Harntha.^ pK grtmsi* of i^elatlTos of the men died on the QalltpoU peninsula. rho Yoa will â- â€¢â€¢ this trade mark ia bardwars storvs •v«r7whar«. Kvary ataasll Ubstled ia folly naranteed for lonf •«nrlca and satisfaction by The Sh««t M«lal Produote Oo. *u£!! NiaittrMi Taaanra ggiy