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Try Miss MoFarlano't Favortt* Recipe for BISCUITS X tcMpooo ttlt 4 tipoon Ua(io 2 cup* ptry Boor liking Powder (or l4 cupe Ublnpoona brad flour) ihortaiinc K cup milk, or half milk uid tulf water Sift torihfr flour, bikini powder and It. Cut u> the chilled ihrxlrnmf . Now dd iht chilled liquid to make toft douch. Tow dough onto a floured board ad do not I n. .> more than ia oecea- ary. Roll or pat out with band! to about H loch thickneaa. Cut out with a floured biacuit cutter. Place on >li(btly creaaed pas or bakinf hcrt and bake in hot oven at 45<J F. 12 to IS n^nutc.. ADMIT ONE fly S1DXE1' HORLL'R. SYNOPSIS I to both om them <iidn't trouble he r When Philip Crane. ayounK aeroplane p] ac i(] m j n d 8DOUt too many side is- <JelKiier. arrives In London on a holiday. . sues. She went on face values, more "For Light, Flaky Biscuits use Magic Baking Powder," says Miss \I. McFarlane, dietitian of St. Michael's Hospital, through a coincidence of like names. l/< Is taken for the crook Crane, who le a tool of a bond ruled by a mysterious "Kmpress." Me rescues Margery Ferguson intl takes her to a convent. He then goes t Mandling In Kent to rcHcue hr fa- ther. Meanwhile rharles Whittle, an American detective, la trailing a band of forger*. Dy close confinement The Em- press hopes to bend Ferguson's will to her own. I'hlllp Crane arrives at Mrs. Hamble'a Inn. and while reconnoitring, <-omes to blown with Whittle. Crane foolishly attempts to enter the "White House" alone. Whittle rescues him. CHAPTER XL (Cont'd.) Whittle raised his glass. "Here's how," he said. They were sitting in Mrs- Hamble's own private sitting-room at The Jolly Sailor. Late as it was, a hot and beautifully-cooked meal was before them. A monstrous beef-steak, fresh from the frying-pan, flanked with huge dish of boiled potatoes and an- - other of Brussel-sprouts, stood on the whit tablecloth. A quart jug of beer completed the repast. ''An' there's some appletart to fol- low, gent*." had been Mrs. Hambls's parting words. "You're not saying anything," went on Whittle Crane smiled. "I've got so much to say I don't know where to begin," he confessed; "just give me a couple of minutes to think, will you?" or less and probably, in the past this criterion had not let her down. After taking a deep drink out of his glass, and replenishing it from the quart jug of home-brewed beer, Whit- tle applied himself to his portion of the steak. "Thank heaven for food," he said. "I don't wonder soldiers, after battle, stoke all they can. But you're not eat- ing anything, young fellow." Crane roused himself out of his lethargy. "I'm going to," he said; and at once fell upon his share of the viands. After all, he had come out of the escapade alive, and that was some- thing to be grateful for. True, he had not exactly covered himself with glory. As a matter of fact, if this American joker had not dropped from the blue, he might have been dead at this time. But the cosy fire, the warm food, the wholesome beer, the satisfy- ing companionship of the American whom he was getting to like more and more as time went on restored some- thing of his usual optimism. There was silence after this for at least twenty minutes- The nervous tension through which they had pass- ed had made both men hungry; and it was not until the last of the steak He laid down his knife and stared had vanished that they sat back with into space. Really, this business was satisfied sighs. more like a dream than actual life. The past hour that was until he and his surprisingly-found companion had Toronto \ gained sanctuary in The Jolly Sailor i had been a nightmare. Four men I RECOMMEND Magic be- cause 1 know it i pure, and free .from harmful in* gredients." Miss McFarlane's opinion is based on a thorough knowledge of food chemistry, and on close study f food effects upon the body. On practical cooking experience, too. Most dietitians in public insti- tution*, like Miss McFarlane, use Magic txdiijirely. Because it is always uniform, dependable, and gives consistently better baking results. And Magic is the favorite of Canadian housewives. It outsell* all i -i - 1 baking powders combined. You'll find Magic makes all your baked foods unusually light and tender . . . and gives you the same perfect results every time, Fret Cook Book-Vhtn you bake at homr, the new Magic Cook Book will gie you tloztni of recipe! for deliciou* kaked food*. Write to Standard Brand* Ltd., Frastr Avenue and Liberty '-tieet, Toronto, Ont. "Contilni no tu m .' l MI >t*m*at oa very tin i. our ftuar- atee tbit Madia u. b i m Powdc ll frw from -linn n, toy blimtul luficdlcat- Chinese Suntet (From the Ninth Amoilruii Review) Tbe hill* nro monkeys <-n>in hliiK 1m hostile <ampB each side the valley; Their wrinkled blue-black Hkin* Bblne through their gray, mist matted hair. Upon the. bending houghs ' dajr Tke sun'l ripe, lush ix-rxlnunon hangi Aboic tin- hungry dark, lipped wentrn BOBtlll, harp, eager Iee4b are in th sun'l bright skin; Rich Juice run* out along the slavering Javn, Tk l*t fnlnt l luge Is llrked war. Tk* *atern horde Is silent, (Ting, shrewd; TbT hold their lugarcd Klnger moon IB Mini, black, epicurean liandi. Hi* weMi-rn gliittooB bld their tni, round-bellied time, Knowing the gods are with iliem Th*y will have silver-sugared g1ngr In the cool night hours, LwtvliiK that other raw-boned, dream- ing ramp Only the cloudy uuslrnlned win* of dawn. Franco Hall. had poured out of the mechanically- controlled gates, curses hot on their lips. The fugitives had waited, crouched on all fours, in a belt of thick woodland until the search party had turned off sharply to the right; and then, at a nudge from Whittle, who had once again resumed the gen- eralship, this recruit U> adventure had I risen and, with .vhat remained of his ! strength, had started forth towards safety. But the danger ws not yet past. Tht-y had moved too soon. A shout and a flurry of rushing footsteps be- hind told them of hot pursuit. "You go on," Whittle had said; "I've got live more shots in this gun." "Five?" Philip had related; "did you um, one, then?" "Yes; had to. Now. r\ more talk- ing, boy; you get on." Crane had refused. He couldn't leave the man there. Whittle had said he was a detective but there was mur- der in his eye, he felt certain, as he glared into the darkncs.i ahead. "No; I stay here," he had replied. And then what seemed like a mir- acle had come to pass- When the searchers were almost on them, some- thing appeared to distract their atten- tion, and they turned off once more-- this time to the left. Another ten min- utes, and all was still. "I think we can go now," Whittle had said. And noiselessly, but speed lly, they had departed. Arrived at Tho Jolly Sailor and how thankful Crane was to see its glimmering lights shining so hospit- ably in the gloom! he had to under- take the job of introduction. "Mrs. Hamble, this i* a friend of mine. I met him unexpectedly whilst ut for a waHt tonight." How weak it had soundod! "Mr. CJreen wants to know if he can put up with me li.-re for a few days." "If it's quite convenient to you, madam," put in the American detec- tive, very much on his host behaviour and speaking in what ho imagined wax rustic English. "I've heard R lot about Mandling." If Mrs. Humble h:ul any suspicion, her broad, homely face showed no sign of it. "I must say we're getting quite famous down here," she responded with a smile. "Mr. Pndden," turning to Crane, "you seem to have a good t many friends who're fond of Mandling first of all, there wan your Mr- Smith, and now, there's your Mr. Green. . . As it "appons," she wrnt on, addressing her remarks to th Amer- ican now, "I do 'ave one more room vacant. It's small, hut |x-rlinp* you won't mind that?" "I'd sleep in a liarn, if needs b, Mm. Hamble," said the American anxious to please. "It's a shame, dis- turbing you at this time of night." "Not at all. I've always found the beat of gentlemen 'as somewhat pe- culiar -ways. . . . Any luggage, sir'" "My bag's at the station, Mrs. Hstn hie." "I can send Joe down for that. Now, )>erhapt you'd like a bit of a waah? In th meantime, I can prepare a bite o' fowl for you- Anything particular you'd like, gentlemen?" "I don't mind what It ia that's how hungry I am," confessed the Am erican. "Yes, anything you like, Mrs. Han. ble," supported Crane. At that moment. Mrs. Hamble, like the good housewife she was, entered with a laden tray. " I thought you might like a cup of coffee, gents," the said; "an" it's real coffee that I can promise you." One sniff at the steaming beverage, and Whittle, who came from a country where appetising coffee could be ob- tained at any cafe, pronounced the words justified. A sip and he sprang from his chair. "Mrs. Hamble," he said, "I've paid as much as two shillings for a cup of coffee at a 1/omlon Hotel, and this beats it hollow." A couple of minutes later they were alone once again. The landlady had told them that they need not hurry, but that she herself was going to bed. "You know ycur rooms, gents, so I needn't bother you any more," she added. After closing the door behind her, Whittle resumed his seat. "Now, young man," he said decisive- ly, "I think you ami I had better have a talk." "I've been thinking that myself," was the reply: "who's to begin you or I?" "Suppose we start with you?" "What do you want to know?" "Everything." "Well," returned Philip, lighting a pipe and sitting well back in the old- fashioned wooden chair, whilst Whit- tle, man-like, flung another lump of coal on the lire with his hand; "my story starts no further back than last night. My name, as I've said, is Philip Crane- -although I told Mrs. Hamble it was I'adden That's not too big a lie, because Sir Timothy Padden, the well known designer of aeroplane engines, for whom I work, is my uncle. I've lived practically all my life in Truro, where the Works are, and the reason I came to Ix>ndon yesterday aftornoon was because of a belated holiday." The speaker proceeded to narrate the events following on his arrival at the Ix>ndon terminus down to the moment of meeting Whittle in so unexpected a fashion outside "The White house." Tho detective listened with absorb- ed interest. . 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That is, if that Soho restaurant keeper can be relied upon. But there, I know she's all right- -I only had to look at the face of that Sister to be sure of it." Whittle asked quL-kly one more question. "What's the girl's name?" Crane laughed in rueful fashion. "You'll think me an awful ass, but I don't know," he confessed ; "you see, there was so much else to talk about that I didn't think to ask." "So you haven't heard her father's name?" "No. But after what happened at that house tonight, I feel pretty cer- tain he's being kept a prisoner." For some moments, Whittle did 'not, as bis companion expected, make any .eply. But when he did speak, it was to bring into that cosy atmosphere a shiver of apprehension. "This is a nasty business," Whittle said. "I agree," replied Crane; "and now, let's hear your end- Where exactly do you come in on this thing?" "I've already told you something. I've been sent over here to pursue H certain line of enquiry. By the way," breaking off quickly, "during the short time you've been associated with this gang, have you hea'rd anything about a woman called 'The Empress'?" "Yes. The man Stevensson men- tioned her to me last night." "You didn't see her?" "No. Who is she?" "I don't know but I'm going to rind out. And when I do, I think we shall be a little nearer the solution of the mystery. And now, do you mind an- swering some other questions?" "Not at all. I'm in a complete maze myself, except for the one outstanding fact, that I'm uncannily like another fellow called Crane who's a member of the gang." (To be continued.) * The Feast of Silence How the glory of your going Is sweet again and new When the August moon is at your feet and twelve stars fell the Slow Of the light that drenched our dark- ness and wore the only blue For the mant] e of Assumption from the air where lilies blow. How the armor of October flashes challenge to the sky On the smoldering bridge of summer when the harvest wars are won. Till the life-blood of the wounded year Is read as Hosran dye, For the staining of your roses at I.epanto In the sun. But all the yearning; world Is still when Ix>ve lifts up your name (Immaculate, Immaculate, our teare are In His voice!) Ix>, In snow-fall of December flowers the mystery of the flame That Is burning In His silence, the silence of your choice. By Sister Thomas Aquinas In The Commonweal. .. ^^ . Centuries Old Relics Found Cached in New Mexico Cave Boulder, Col. Relics of early occu- pation of Arizona caves have been found by Karl H. Morris of the Car- negie Institute and nre now being | catalogued by the Laboratory of An- I thropology in Santa Fe, N.M. Mr. Morris found six lon-brai'led sashes of animal hair- two white, *wo black and two brown- The white hnir has been identified as dog hair- The sashes and two wooden flutes decorat- ed with feathers were so well cached in Broken Flute Cave, fifty miles south of Shiprock, N.M., that they arc in good condition. Necklaces hung with wildcat ami mountain lion cliiws and quartz !>, u! were also found. Mr. Morris says the caves reveal the material culture, of Basket-Weaver III. period in full de- tail. - " "i^^i T New Towers on Thames l/omloii. Two gigft'itic tower*, each half as hitch as the Kiffel Tower of 1'aris, are to be erected soon to carry i lertricity cables across the mouth oi the Thanifs, it is ainounced. According lo the Ford survey, H man earning $1550 In Detroit can live pqnnlly well In Rarci'Umn, Spain, for $878, whlnh should give those in the 13000 clans fresh material for mllillng I'DHlteft in Spain. -- Tfce Christian Sclcnco Monitor. Gardening in Far- Away India In northern India 1'or four or five months October to March the clim- ate is dry and cold, with a crisp, de- licious tang in it, and this combina- t'on, with the never-failing warm sun- shine, provides that contrast which makes days spent outdoors such a spe- cial delight For months together there is no hint of storm, no possibil- ity of unpleasant extremes of heat or cold, and during all this time you can work, or play, or laze, in the garden, enjoying every moment of the day. Perhaps the very best way to know and love your garden is to sleep in it, not jus. for a night or two now and then, but as the habit of months Those who have neve.' done this would hardly believe what transformations happen in a garden in the hours of night and early morning, how it is altered and affected by the subtle j changes of darkness, moonlight, star- light and dawn. At night trees and flowers seem to take on a different appearance and meaning. In the darkness, color gives place to shape, and you realize the varied beauty of broad stiff leaves and of delicate feathery ones, of branches that are slender and sweep- ing, and others I tat are thick and upright. Some leaves reflect the sil- ver of the moon and shine like water in its light, while others absorb it and become even darker by contrast. \nd when there comes the little ruffling wind of early dawn, each tree seems to welcome it in a different way. Some shiver and rustle like a silken shirt- In India the pipul tree especially makes this lovely sound. But others sway and bend soundlessly to the little wind's caress. The most mysterious time of all, !n a garden, is between moonset and dawn, when the silver light gradup.ily ebbs away as the moon sinks behind the trees, and in its place is a strange semi-darkr.es?. A deep stillnes lies over everything, the prelude to that lovely bird chorus which begins with the coming of iight- There was one tree in my garden which revealed to me how colors seem actually to change at dawn- It was a beaitiful Gold Mohur tree, whose smooth trunk divided into branches which arched upward, entwined like human arms, then swept down again within a foot of the ground, so that in spring, before its leaves came, \v!.en it was covered with huge clusters of red blossom, it looked like a flaming scarlet umbrella. In the bright glare of an Indian summer day, its trunk was a pale hard gray, and the blazi; * brilliance of its flowers seemed a part of that burning heat which beats down from the >ky and up again from the ground.- But as it emerged, a blurred shadow of coior, from the semi-dark- ness, its trunk was softened to a datk elephant gray, and the great flower clusters, as the dawnlight touc'icd '.r,em, were a soft yet glowing rose color, so that in those few moments before the intense sunshine brought back their hard brilliance, they had all the fresh iewy beauty of. the rain- washed flowers of temperate countries. A writer in The Christian Science Monitor. $2 Becomes $10.53 Winnipeg, Man Fifty-seven years! ago, in 1874, to be exact, Mr- Samuel I B. Blackball, of Winnipeg, deposited! $2 with the Dominion postal savings bank branch in Winnipeg. Evidently, he forgot all about it until just recently, when he decided t- ask the Government for his money. The acctunt was still on record, and i it was a pleasant surprise for Mr. , Blackball to find that his original $2 with compound interest at 3 per cert., had grown to $10.53, which he re- ceived. Hit the Golden Stairs Jack and Jill Sped dowu a hill And hit a curve quite sharp; The car turned turtle Jack's wreath was myrtle And Jill Is playlug the harp. Burdens The world is weary sick at heart, And many burdens might be lighter; Let each strive well to da hla part. And make some shaded pathway brighter. This much I've learned aud more I see To every man I am a debtor; And, bad r-f this poor world may be, We all have- power to make It better. Burbidge. CUSTOM Thoughts, passions, affections arc ; domesticated by custom, till, like barn- 'door fowl, they will always eat their i meat from the same platteii, and sleep ' upon the same roost. Earn $9 to $12 Weekly Sewing at Home We offer a limited number of women an opportunity to earn this much and more In thtlr spare time at home. 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