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Mrs. Flahert of content. / "‘Once upon a *‘there was an lpgre. One prin went to chop « ;gant caught h ‘to his terrible ®oon the diunge * "He ; Put i no the prirn lithle ci Play jac You you **Youâ€" '\&.vfllyw. sweelâ€" part,"_ said . Jasper, .. ‘‘it. . we . twoâ€"hours? Mrs. Flahâ€" 1 with you." . @ed, her head emphaticalâ€" t _R was janitress â€" in 'J“W Avalon. _ In her . she carcied a magic key, which every door in the apartmentâ€" ause,"and she lived in some mysterâ€" place in the basement. ""I would wperfectly happy when I grow _ up I.could be a jamitres$," â€" thought e. Then Mrs. Flaherty | walked ® rty!" she cried. the most beautiful ed her Lady Alice. I reak Christmas tree. | if any one saw a C €oming up in the ‘iliva guess a littJe girl live »..**Glory bet" groaned «.. ‘*Glory b "th‘ verâ€"ry «*So inst had this d call #all the mirnd tell m« E'\e little girl . I had such ful lot shtory the "Mrs. Flaj solemniy, lives in the Mister Grabl The janire "Is he a : Meenic. *Iâ€"I dinn ain‘t far fr‘n bis way, the her borâ€"med knew ye, ve wuz in this . 0 ‘‘Shure beautiful me. My hea sight iv chiil lonesome bui BDeautiiul m« ‘Mongside iv Iumbago thot his rules an‘ in." ‘"Had before"" "Naot & chi‘.der ‘The. y pl. "Faith, 1 SiJf, Meeni ran wo Do y« me if w perty?" "Glory OP Cral trouble to me him {ft‘m know why ye go clin back shtairs it fltvator, as q1 do. That‘s wi in th‘ halls, . Kape se mortsl Yittle sowl, : snatched M 2 Th‘ ogn though. Grabs : fctin‘ hi Meenic tin‘ biz "trty dis bell. > The child walked and | looked down .« astreet. 1 don‘t belie fierce on Christmas n child to herself. turped to gaze res. â€" "You ov Then g‘::ar lit tle tree ,} ie brigan to | Wrior. (SUI take An â€"softIy Â¥eâ€" an It "the d wu W 1d t1 mak vour Chr b ild lah *e4 w 11 It M ho M h t l« Om rf ht »eaw .‘ jumped Iv t] xpl th th I he Id Christm ti A| d rl th p 1 M M 1} t dowt 1 1 Ir th ipa 11 M D t1 her t 1» b sweet~ : ing M M H 1d have the pa‘s th U tairs ty W messengerâ€"boy > clasped her & Christmas tre _ and stole sof M T mantel for a small brows de 11 d bddbbdbéti%440¢644 H tell mp awled t Do hat istmas ful Malt t 1 arms _ about> the c, then opened the Itly to the back AI Moeer U where me whistling uP the boy, °° t stick your ; one thing , its kids."* cenic had alt M bt 1di 1¢ Ld t nel t( \ Iy wh 1d M 1 1 til Mr.Crabbe H th Ch lles bie mant he h: hopel ongho Meer the th i1 i1 he pH M Ir 11 th d I1t chind iawful M 141 th Re M her the t on id 1d t i1 M 11 11 Ik * ce id ut e MEsests t S UUI _ !‘Megnie" ‘she cried, ©(Mcenio dear, ~Bhe stopped in mt.tr- ing at the tiny Christmas tree, with its tapers burned down to mére ‘sPots of red, then at her little girl.. ‘The old man did not put the child down. She clasped his neck tightly.. _ ‘‘Maroma, Mr friendsâ€" very j "I was most happy, make the acquaintance lady," said Mr. /Cr fashioned courtesy, “i she is a dear lovable because she is the des the Wh throu AT KMarvelous case of Les Ecrrisen d Several winters he could ru Mira Ointment Since childhnood en tortured with PHI orm _ o! ertain r He wrote As 1 ht v What th 1d hn h MUAPI 1# 1 TRADE MARK RkGI§TEALO R m LC on February hild esy , ‘42' only because ovable"little girl, but the descendant. of . a noted since my _ boyâ€" {1 M 11 Crabbe and I ~are d friends indeed." appy, madam, . to tance of this . little Crabbe, with old lit {] If Jm zema. 1 th U Mira Ointment It INC to lit Mrs. which he first ny its ly lnbhht-fi.-putl-:j frst,. and umy mind was full of: ance because my sister, who kept my bouse, should inyite a girl to visit het and then insist that it was my duty to help entertain her. I would do nothâ€" ing of the sort, I was thinking,â€"when & turn in the white blossomed pathway ‘brought herâ€"to my view. Ehe was slender and had a:».great mass of brownish yellow" hair, piuned ap with gold pins, one of which glowâ€" ed sardonically at me with Ats «topas eye. While I was .wondering whyishe didn‘t .comb.her ‘hair smoothly she turned, and her eyes, of a wonderful vivid blue,.seemed to look down into my very soul. ; "Stand ‘perfectly still, Mr. Afngove, and shutâ€"your eyes. Is there anything so sweet in this wide world as a birch path in springtime? Don‘t open them, Mr. Angove. I want you to get the fragrance uninterrupted by any other sense." Why I should have«stood*thererwith my foolish eyes shot tight I don‘t know, but I did until she gave me permissionto look at the white: feathâ€" ery spraysâ€"and at her. ‘Then quite soâ€" cilably wesstrolled theâ€"rest of ther way together. I began:to feel interested in knowing*what she would say when: we came to:the end of the path . and. she sawâ€" "Why, I don‘tiknow your name," ‘I ‘ri« hoor said abruptly. ‘liuu t "At first you are going toladdress [ qprows me as Miss Britiand," she J‘evfledLh.,um promptly. "Afterward you will say | ... #rances, and at the end you will â€"call ;“. d";_ me Caprice." 1 [ s "Whyâ€"in the worldishould I calRyou f ¢H Caprice?" I asked. “,llfxt C "I don‘t.know," shersaid. "Don‘t Y‘)“\M..“,mg ever say things just as if somebody ‘_ TVs Inside of you were saying theim with MS »« Inside of you were. saying your own tongue?" My reply to this amazin was hindered by the endi birch bushes. ‘We stood fuc pagoda of wifite marble. 1 the girl. â€" Ier hands we elasped; her redlips wereâ€"q "It‘s like walking down t of love and suddenly com very temple, of love itself elaimed I frowned prattle to s and with a s knelt above t sprang up. "C cried gayly; "I nity amo we r selec This avenue of stately pines. . Testerdi girl had been fanciful&gor merry; day she was nelther. She walke dately by me, talkingtquite, learr of the future of radiunx 1 began t why I might some,.timescail her price. "‘This is the path of ‘thetpines," I said when we had exbzusted radium. "We should have titken this: one first, for it leads straight and tmie as the compass needle to the temple, wirilo the birch path meanders;foalishly this way and that and:makesonormany wix necessary steps to reachthe samo place." "One welcomes unnec when one walks with th woods," she answered. * should not have told me: leads to the same plic . Copyrightbd, 1907, by Mury McKeon. leads to have bee for myse "IH plied ‘‘‘There isn‘t&much to tell,"3}I said, feeling pleased{at herâ€"interest. '1"\'0 sit in the pagoda, and for me at Meast it was the temple of love. Letâ€"he who will prate of long growng affection. To me love came: as the samerises sudâ€" denly over themountain. ' le and long unindabited. Another day 1 told#herâ€"abontRth temple, howgmy anzesfor had lai t ou these pathsfto typify ‘his lovefo hi fair young;/wife and ber loveâ€"forQ im one path, quick and strue. asâ€" theÂ¥com pass needle, theâ€"other sweetiin itmsh deflections, but ending justzasys rrel at the temple, "What was the;youngywifd‘s naine? 8 h 1i} lo th t oi h age I So Ne So told her of ‘my life asia boytin#colâ€" e, ns a man, in the hbmtness bsorid this estatecame togme,, negl cted eptions I spent the rest of nig my booksi and alone. xt morning ‘ Miss Britla ted a walk apposite«the 1 ted a walk appositethe birch p was a stzight pith through ue of stately pines. Yesterday had been fancifulgor merry; she was nefther. She walked y by me, talkingtquite, learne 000 feet high investivation it sh tell lil I¢." would U led. ms 1 I atone?" ng mesof* yourself,‘"*t sherre trans 1 ty fr Why dden â€" swift ,gmra e bettering. ‘Th onpe, Mr. Angov will run you ar I)answered $humbly t} Ir she nnecessary . steps 1 the spiritsof the 1. "Anyway, you me that this ]m%.ll pluce. It would Ine to discover it n o n t egval ® fifgce, zse internaljice cap | frcea from 100 senting facilities ie vertical faces tratifica tiom _ on arth materiadsa in the ice being arâ€" Britlan d t m eflike ttens the « theÂ¥com It ster t t the shy rely lize That the fe@r of (the future. . is unjustified by the Dominipn‘s present i ds Pane m ul is ‘ ‘ Mn 008 .__ NC become | ‘better . if the Pec â€"who ‘ would have a. es t coi or no â€"would onte get it out, of . their heads that times . are om Ao. be :m-. Every â€" pt the _ ty _ has to offer is fetching a high . price: And, moreover, there is no real scarâ€" city of products. The purchasing power â€" of last harvest has not had its full effect. But nothing is POSâ€" itively wrong with present condiâ€" tions. Cheer up, â€" weak castern sisters. 14 The thas be AN ATTRAC Il i connec xtract. In WERE MARRLED | X in da 1 inds ptiol Phi W1 A most altf ueg by th PATERSON‘S full W NTFORI ally t up iture l of W t1 W W D W ite W of id the ays THEY WiIiLL CURE Tl U fr ~4..~ . & ;fl;‘ :‘mm_uflm‘ with shimselt . should . reaâ€" e télr ol (the Puture: is d tractive calendar the â€" Pabst Brei ; with their pop his â€" charming aud appealing in contrast and unique . among 1908 . W M M thair use in all irritations of the t m Nce to take. Demand the kind in the red and yellow t greatly beaut vorL weak castern copt.inl much and the country and Lh nfidence TIVE CALENDAR ful t A LK it it M Ir Malee roun 1 throata of sore throst« |a‘lay curs colds,â€"a cough cans‘y that ‘does cur». â€" Phystcians conmend ty does cur». _ Phystciane conmend f light acro we, while the 1 rich cclori n which she produces _ a imagine > rl t coUuGH DROPS l l th H 11 rla N lhord ul pl Ext May OT t N( T1 LT be | N art M M lar ile1 bea ha M A M lar ty \ la M Winifred Lane and Josiah Dent had been lovers since their A B C days. For seventeen years now she had worn the ring he had sold his first colt to buy. Together they had "stood up" for her brother Dick and Eliza at Dick‘s frst wedding, while all the assembled eompany commented upon them and looked forward to another wedding. Her father‘s falling health had brousht the Brzt postpouement. Then Dick ecame home a widower and his delicate baby became‘"Aunt Winnie‘s" charge. Dick‘® second marriage had brought a gleamm of hope. But Julia Rebecea declined to Ive on the farm, &nd Dick bought & place in another town, leaving to Lis sister the care of ber mother and the firm. Six years lator Mciber Lane and Juila Rebecca had both died in the same week, and Dick, ehcerfully consigning his orphan brovd to his stster‘s care, had taken an extended trip west. Through It all Josiah bad walted paâ€" tiently, doclaring always when Wintâ€" fred offered him his release that there was but one woman in the world for him, and Winifred had settled down to cheorful performmance of daily duty, brishtered by the "some day" that would yet be hers. The patiently awaited day seemed pear at hand on this dull November afternoon. Richard Lane had unexâ€" pectedly appeared at his sister‘s home accompanied by his third wife, and without any unnecessary delay bad taken his cbiidren to the western town in which he was located. Miss Lane stood on the front veranda and watched the loaded wagon drive away. "Dick haen‘t bad any kind of tuck with wives so far, but I‘ve a noâ€" tion this will last," she said aloud as the went slowly indoors. How still it was! The children‘s yoices seemed to éinpty rooms. . W1 with scalding tears "Yes," she said in a tone which held both regret and relief, "they‘re gone for good, and I s‘pose I‘m free at last. Of course he‘ll hear," she continued presently. . ‘"Maybe he‘ll be over toâ€" night. _ I1‘d better tidy up." Miss Lane lit the parlor lamp and, after a little besitation, pluned on her best lace collar. "It‘ll do no harm even if nobody comes," she argued to herself. But the clock struck 8 and 9, and no one came. "He hasn‘t beard yet," she assured herself as she went to bed. The vigil was repeated the next evenâ€" ing and the next. Winifred became perplexed. "When Dick married his second, Joâ€" sish was here before tea time," she reflected. "But I won‘t begin to worry until Sunday," she senxibly determinâ€" ed. "Josiah ‘ll be at church, and hbe‘l ed. "Josiah ‘l1 be at church, and be‘ hear about Dick." Sunday was ushered in with a driz rling rain, but in the afternoon the sun shone bravely. Miss Lane went to evening service ntilred in the neat gray dress and bonnet which had heen purchased for her brother‘s second wedding, twelve years ago. Fecling lonely, she gladly necepted an Invitaâ€" tion from the minister‘s wife to a seat in the front pew. She could not see Josiah, ht she felt his presence two pews behind, and his deep volce in the hymns sent thrills of pride to her lovâ€" ing heart. ing heart. With pardonable gored n little go glance through the her that he was y as of old. She had nearly rea hed him. In another minnte she would have alipped her hand within his arm with the fond assurance of ownership when m blond head, surmounted hy a bright red turban, came between them, and Josish went down the steps with pretty Nettle Searles clinging to his nrm. Copyrighted, 1907, by E. C. Parcells. Misa Lane walked home By ANNE HEILMAN. This Lrandâ€"on a bag or barrelâ€"is the mark of a BLENDED FLOUR of Oftario Fall Wheat and Manitoba.Spring Wheat, milled by the best millers in Ontario, + & inifred‘s Best Years. to echo through the Winifred‘s eyes filled OFFICIAL Ask your grocer for a Blended Flour.â€"and louk for the above brand wherever you buy. pen ting Q’ocm}' FLOUR / > @\IARI; *‘ Mado in Ontario" thronch the th starlight alone." Lighting the Jemp, she went diréctly to a mirror and gazed long and thoughtfully at the reâ€" fiection within, comparing it with the girlish prettiness of the face beneath the red turban. The gh. refused to flatter. ‘The angular form, the careâ€" worn brow and hollow cheeks, the lines about the patient mouth, all “.‘ of burdens borhe and labor accomâ€" plished. s 9 _"My best years have. goneâ€"and I‘ve got dull and uninteresttn‘ in all this time." e â€" ‘ "It isn‘t to be wondered: at," Wintâ€"‘ fred said, with a sigh, as she stirred the low fire and settled down to retroâ€" spection and consideration. a x yier first thought was one of flnm-a ciation. The freedom she hadâ€"offi in years gone by she would freely â€"give‘ now. But she thought of theâ€" future! and hesitated. â€"Noton her own hcmn{ â€"self had beenâ€"put entirely out of flul question from the first But as she, remembered tales of Mrs. Searles‘ housekecpingâ€" and the filppantremarks she had heard from Nettle‘s‘lipsâ€"she felt suddenly impelled toâ€" warfare; on Josiah‘s behalf. eA "Red cheeks and dimples® can‘t" sure a comfortable home,‘" Miss Lane decided sagely. "If it was any nice girl that‘s been well brought up .I wouldn‘t hesitate a minute, But all Bloomville knows that Nettie‘s reputaâ€" tion for dressing and flirting far outâ€" does her skill in housekeeping. I‘ve no right to shrink from trying to save Josiah from a miserable home. His one hope is in my holdin‘ him fastâ€"to) our engagement, and, talkâ€" o# no I‘m going to do it __________ If the fire should be too hot, sprinkle salt over it. RBirds and other things which need to be halved should be broiled inside first. Immigration Figures. Immigration from Great Britain is increasing, and immigration from the United States is decroasing. Always grease the gridiron well and hbave it hot before the meat is placed on it. â€" The immigration department has noted this for someâ€"time, and the figâ€" ures for May last emphasize it __ During May, 1906, there were 37,â€" 191 immigrants ef all classes, and durâ€" ing May of this year there were 45,â€" 677. which is an ancrease of 23 per 614. eent Never put your fork in the lean part of meat on the gridiron, as it allows the juice to escape. I‘ish should be buttered and sprinâ€" kled with flour, which will prevent the skin from adbering to the gridiron. ltemember that a hot, clear fire is necessary for broiling all small artiâ€" cles. ‘They should be turned often to be cooked evenly without being burned. Cover the gridiron with a tin pan or a baking pan. The sooner the meéat is cooked without burning the better. The pan holds th@ Réht andoften preâ€" vents a stray line‘ of smoke from touching the meat. Advices from the Northwest state that the cause of the Jecrease of Amcrican immigration is the rapid rise in land values. Already 200,000 immigrants have arâ€" rived in Canada this year, and it is expected thit the total immigration wi{l reach the unprecedented figure of 300,000. Lame Horses LABEL y do need Kendal!‘s Spavin Cure sfrom a Bruise, Cut, Strain r Spavin, KRNDALL‘S will nenessâ€"quicklyâ€"compietely. Cura®, SA8K ., May 16th ‘06. seil Kendall‘s Spavin Cure for 1 find it a sure cure." BROILING. 2R