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"l\d.'eadowbrook," perhaps, The girl in the drug-store had said "A white house on a. hill." Jim sur- veyed with deepening interest the low rambling house aetteld lnugly into the contours of a series oi roll- ing hills. "Sort of old-fashioned." Dolly had added. It was impossible to see the house distinctly. The ‘foliage of many trees screened it almost completely. Jim had the im- pression that it was built of stone which had been painted white. “But pretty," Dolly had concede.

It was n nice looking place, Jim decided- Dolly's taste probably ran to SOlIlCtlllllg more elaborate. This was attractive. The estate, as far as I19 could see, had an ordered, well tended appearance. Rail- fences, freshly white-washed, edged meadows foaming with daises and Queen Anne's lace. '

The charm of simplicity, Jim thought, rather fancying the phrase Expensive simplicity. or course, the happy result of good taste and an adequate income. T, H. Vaughn was, obviously, a gentleman oi dis- tinction. If this was brook," the MacPhersons hadn't fared badly.

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The drive was bordered with ce- dars and oaks. Jim walked at a leisurely pace. grateful for the com- parative coolness of shade. His thoughts turned to the family at "Meadowbrook." ‘There was “Ceci- ly." Odd that the name had re- mained in his mind. And o. "Tom- my." Well, "Tommy" was hardly a member of the family. One of Dolly's swains. Good Lord! Was this one a Vaughn?

The small person who had in- spired the exclamation lay on her stomach on a. bridge spanning the brook. The upper part of her body proiected beyond the planking and cut over the stream. She was fish- ing, apparently so absorbed in the business of handling a bamboo rod that she was unaware of Jim's ap-

mor; slowly. his amused gluno fixed on the intent figure poised precariously over the stream. She was ten or eleven, he surmised, a. thin little girl with thick short hair the color of pulled molasses t-aify. A grubby little girl.

“I-Iellol" he said. “Any luck?"

The child made a quick startled movement and the law of gravity completed the disaster. Her body

feet wavered, kicked frantically disappeared from view. ilim heard no outcry -only a splash and then an appalling silence. He reached the rail of the bridge in two hasty strides. She'd gone head-first Per- haps she was badly hurt he thought in a flash of alarm.

He looked down from the rail of the bridge and was instantly re- lieved. The youngster wasn't hurt. She was, however. very angry in- deed Her small pointed face was crimson with rage. She sat in the

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"Now see what you dldl" she ex- claimed.

"I'm lorry. libel all right? he added. "You aren't hurt, are you?"

She ignored his oolicitoua ques- tlons.

“You scared him awayl" she said furiously.

"Scared who away?"

“My fish. I nearly had him."

“Then I'm more than sorry." Jim's voice was appealing, contrlte. His expression indicated remorse and an ardent desire to make amends-

The grubby little girl was imper- uvios to cajolery. v

"Havent you any better sense?" she asked scornfully, “than to yell at somebody when they're fishing?" She scrambled up from the bed of the stream. "I should think any- body’d have more sense than that. Even an idiot, I should think.“ Her glance veered from Jim to the brook and her exprmsion altered. She stopped to pick up the bamboo rod. "It's brokenl" she cried.

She was frightened. Jim thought. Her lips were trembling now.

"Maybe not," he said consoling- ly. "Here —let me see it."

"You go away and let me alone!" Her round eyes blazed in her small stricken face. "It's all your faulti It wouldn't have broken if you hadn't made me falll"

"Oh. come now -" Jim protest- ed.

"I know what you'll do!" she went on, scorn in her voice, a hint of sobs staunchly checked. “You'll go icll Cecily that I broke, Daddy's fishing rod. That's just exactly what you'll do. You'll go tell Cecily and I'll get the devil!"

“No, I won't." Jim assured her. "I couldn't I don't know Cecily. Who i; she? —your sister?"

He had made an impression at last. The child looked up at him curiously. astonishment in her eyes.

"You don't know Cecily?" she asked- It was apparent that she found it difficult to believe him.

“Word of honor" Jim's expres- sion was grave. He sensed that this was a matter of great importance.

"I thought—" lho gave it ufl- For a mo ‘ she seemed to de- liberate. Then. abruptly, she ex- tended the bamboo rod. "Here," she said. “Maybe you can fix it."

The rod was a flag of truce. Hos- tilities were for the moment lus- pended. Jim examined the break. and the child, with the agility of a. monkey, wung herself up on the bridge.

“Can you?" she asked. "Do you suppose you can fix it?"

"Easily." Jim smiled down into the small anxious face. "A little twine and varnish will do the trick. See. the break is here at the end."

The puzzled expression returned to her eyel. “I should think you'd know Cecily," she said. "I mean you look-" Again she abandoned the difficult task of making her meaning clear.

"But I don't" Jim assured her.

"You see-"he smilel. "Are you a Vaughn?"

She nodded.

"Which one?"

“I'm —Susan." Her manner be- came defensive. "Go on and laugh: I know it's an awful name."

Jim, with some difficulty, main- tained a grave ex}. ‘on.

“But it isn't, he said. "It's l.

great advantage to be named Susan."

"Why?" "

“Because people call you ‘Sue’ and that's very nice.”

‘They don't. 'I‘hey call you ‘Susie.’ "

"I'll call you ‘Sue.’ Well, ‘Sue'— Like it?” Jim asked.

"Better than ‘Susie-W Her voice was non-committal. She did not mean to lower her defenses all at once.

"Well, Sue," Jim continued, "1 came to visit the MacPhersons- They're here. aren't they?"

"Sure," she replied. "That's our gardener and his wife."

(To Be Continued) ‘

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October 11, I081 Intermediate Senior THIOWING GOOD MONEY AWAY

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found ncmfig 121:0 inflgismhx: m“ paring to l- ' nace or stove with quantities of ten-dollar bills. Wile!’- shffllld W9 think about that? We should lay the» men must be crazy. W0 0w- not imaging any P9P“! l" m‘ senses doing such foolish thinflfl; yet there are amt hosts of people in the world who are dome some- thing more foolish than that. Vast sums are spent every yfi!‘ i" nearly all the nations of the world for intoxicating liquors- In most cases, the people who buy these liquors would have acted much more wisely if they had thrown the money away or bumed it up. bfl- cause while they would have cuf- fered the loos of the money. 110 other injury would have been done them-

As we have seen. alcohol is a narcotic poison. and ls not 011081119 of conferring any lasting benefit on people who use it u. a beverage.

1t i; capable oi inflicting great in-

Jury to the body, the mind and the

soul. Many people, therefore, who spend their money for liquor, not only suffer the loss of the money. but, in addition, the injury which the drink does to them.

Let us take two or three ex- amples to chow how wasteful and foolish this liquor drinking busi- ness is. Here, for instance, is a young man twenty-one years of age. His friends persuade him that the modern/ta use of liquor is harm- less. Well. let us suppose that he begins and is able to continue as u moderate drinker. Suppose he takes only one glass of beer a day.

That will cost him ten cents. Not very much, you say. But that ten cents invested in life insurance will pay the premium on a $1,200 endowment policy. payable in twenty-five years. So that when he is forty-six years of use he would be handed a. cheque for $1,200 by

the insurance company. If, during that period of twenty-five years he were to die. his wife and children. or other relatives, would receive the full $1,200. So this young man. who is a very moderate drinker, has managed to throw away $1,-

200 of good money, and has re- ceived bcok nothing of value. At the cam; time he has run the risk of becoming so fond of liquor that he will become an immoderate drinker, and possibly a. confirmed drunkard before that time.

In one of the small cltim of Ontario, the pitiful story of a cer- tain family has come to light- The father was a fine man in every way, except for a weakness for drink. During the ten years in which Ontario was under a Pro- hibitory Law, this man was able to shake off me drink habit and was living I. fine respectable life. He had purchased a. home for his fam- ily. paying so much a. month out of his wages. After the Pmhibitory Law was repealed, and the Gov- ernment Control Stores established in 1921, he gave way to his old evil habit. It rapidly regained the mastery over him -he became once more its slave. He got behind in his payments on the house. Fin- ally. the person to whom he Owed the money, loot patience and put him and his funily out of the house and took on of it. He owed $797.00 on this house. After the family had left, 350 empty quart whiskey bottles, which he had bought at the Government Control Stores, were found in the cellar. This whiskey, at the usual price oi $1.50 a. quart, cost him $1,225.00. If this man had not thrown away his money on liquor, he coud have paid off the whole amount due on his house, and had $428.00 to buy comforts for his fun- ily, or in put away in the bank for a time of need.

During recent years Canada had been suffering from what is called ‘depression!’ Men have been out of work. and many folk have lacked food and clothing. Many little children have gone to bed night after night hungry. During the year 1930, it is estimated that the Canadian people spent $193,009,000 on liquor. Let us see what would lave happened if this mon had

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been gent, any for bread. The loaf of bread is about one foot long, and costs ton cent: in moat Canadian cities. ‘Ibis amount 0f lnomy them, wuld have pur- qbned 1,000,000,000 loaves of bread. If hid and to end. these loam would make c. airing 8.055 miles long, orwouldhavcctretchedvracti- ca-llya-litbownyfromflalifaxm Vancouver Of course, w; must remember that in one ounce all of thh $100,000,000 wu not wasted. Aboutonc-hllfofitclrncbuckin the Government in the way of ro- venue. Another portion wentw pay workmen in breweries and dis- tillerfee, and those ensued in the polo of liquor. But from the standpoint of the mule who bought the liquor, it was WNW; and in mongoose: worse than waste. They could have spent this money for other and better thines- How many more people could have had food! How many sulfa of warm clothing could have been purchas- edi One of thg things which boys and girls. and older people, foo. need to learn, is the proper use of money. Money is the productvof the work tlmt we do. It should not be boarded or used for merely self- ish purposes, but it should be used in a. way that will bring the moat benefit to ourselves and the other people in our community and in the whole world Int us remember that one of the most foolish and dangerous ways in which to waste our money is by the purchase of

liquor. QUESTIONS. .

1. Why is money spent ‘in drink worse than wasted? (Value 10.)

2- Why in there greater value in buying books than in buying beverage? (Value 10.)

Study III. October 17th

(Junior) THE PUMPING STATION By MISS MARGARET BAKER

'He1loi" exclaimed Dick, “we've come to n. klnd of room!"

"In other words, you are now in the heart," said the Phagocyte "This room is called the right auriclc. The heart has four rooms. you know, two up and tyo down; this is the right-hand top one."

“But the walls are closing in!" . "We shall all be

“No, you won't," said the Phage- cytc calmly, "the valves will open." And as he spoke the opposite wall seemed to disappear, and Dick the Phagocyte, and the blood were pushed through into a second and large room.

"This in the right ventricle," said the Phagocyta. "Here we gol"

And there they went, for m opening , ’ as before, and the whole contents of the room were shot out inic a big blood- vessel.

"It was like being in a squirt!"

Dick-

"It was being in a squirt," said the Phcgocyte, as they hurried along in the wave of blood. "Your heart is a living squirt made of extra strong muscles"

"I should think they are strong," said Dick fcelingly.

"They have to be strong to be able to pump the blood out into the blood-vessel with sufficient force to keep it moving round the body. Now alcohol . . -"

"Doe; alcohol hurt the heart. too?" naked Dick. "How does it get there?"

"Haven't I made that clear to said the Phagocyte. rather impatiently. "Every time you drink infoxlcanta you swallow some alcohol into your stomach. and from your atomach the alcohol passes into your blood."

"1 beg your pardon," said Dick, meekly.

"Bo alcohol gets to your heart. and u it is l. poison, it naturally , icons it. and makeoit more diffi- cultfortlmehearttopumpform hour or two. That is why you should never use brandy when any < 1e has fainted."

"But I thought brandy was the proper medicine for things like that," aid Dick in surprise.

“A improper medicine, you mean," said the Phagocyte. “Peo- ple used to believe it helped the heart —-that it was a real heart- atlmulant —but we know better now. Alcohol depresses the heart. and hamprea and hinders it in it! work. Then an loin of very simple remedies for fainting -lying the patient down, holding smelling- salts or burnt feathers tn his nose, or (lashing cold water over him —

now mm a: u» m a nuns.

And you lie 01!; The other: have buckled the armor And forth w u» flzht 111W swe- A place in the ranks awaits you; Each nun has hi8 N" 70 D1!!- Thg Put and the Future Are nothing In the face of the stern Today.

Rise from your dreams of the

Future Of lning game hard-fought field; 0f Ilorming some airy fortrou, Or bidding some giant yield! Your ‘future has deeds of glory, 0f honor (God grant it may!) But your arm will never be ctr-anger Or the need so great u ‘roday.

Rise! if the Pastgdetains you. Her sunshine and storms forget;

No chains so unworthy to hold you A; thou of a. vain regret,

Sad or bright, she in Jifeiess ever. Cast her phantom arms away,

lesson Of a. nobler strife Today.

Rise! for the day is passing;

The sound that you scdrcely hear Is the enemy marching to battle- Arisel for the foe is here.

Stay not to sharpen your weapons.

Or the hour will strike at last When from dreams of a coming

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Sent to the Provincial President from Fort Dodge. Iowa. ‘This ad- vertisement of a liquor shop newly opened appeared in a Boise, Idaho, newspaper.

Friends and Neighbrrs:

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Dnlnkards, paupers and beggars

spectable portion of the community t0 support. I shall deal in spirits. which will incite men to deeds of riot, robbery and blood. and, by so doing, diminish the comfort, aug- ment the expenses. and endanger the welfare of the community.

I will undertake on short notice, for a small sum of money and with great expectations, to prepare vic- tims for the asylum, poor farm. prison and gallows.

I will furnish an article which will increase fatal accidents, multiply the number ‘of distressing diseases. and render those which are harmless, incurable.

I will cause many of the rising generation to grow up in ignorance and prove a burden and a. uisance to the nation.

I will deal in drugs which will deprive some of life, many of reqon. most of property and all of peace; which will cause fathers to become fiends and wives widows. children orphans and all men- dicants. I will cause mothers to

at all. There's something else, too," ' went on the Phagocyte, "when peo- ple takc intoxicants regularly that heart muscles are slowly weak-' ened, and the whole heart gradu- l ally becomes fat and flabby and distended."

"I shouldn't think that kind of a | heart was much good at pumping." said Dick.

“It isn't," said the Phagocyte; "its a constant source of trouble and danger."

"It doesn't seem to me there's much fun in drinking infcxicante anyhow," saidDick.

"You're right there, my boy,"| said the Phagocyte.» "There's no fun in doing anything that spoils your good health’ People get u. certain anwunt of enJoyment from drinking, it is true. but it's s stupid kind of enjoyment- I think. How- ever. we'll discuss that later when we visit the Brain. At present we are off to the ventilator."

"The whet," asked Dick-

"Well, the lungs, if you like — some thing as the ventilator," said the Phagocyte.

"I never thought of calling them that before," said Dickl "There are a great many things you haven't thought about yetl" said the Phlflocytc dryly.

QUESTIONS I. Why is the heart called the pumping-station of the body? (Value 10.) 2. How does alcohol impede the