wi M: wl’, llsi lie: mt flu . J hi yo" till is: 210' Th or Z ,_ . §."h;'::..'.tl'.;t.‘f'f.5'.“'?i2.f l E l ' l’ “i454 ‘i $5.3- Q I l. i I M. . I Table? for. and pre- l on o pnofihoco- ‘ ~ e nieafe i: stronger, less nervous and in good l 4 ‘ X1181} 118.5 CflUSEd me t0 Sélld YOU U19 p Illinois 'c cos: . co n: pdve. Small n20 $5 i __-d- l took .él'- _ l-ydll .3- edid f i’ ~ 3"- MZ‘ lzgefizmioiamfi, ‘nude, Quebec, < ' ','“l have been taking the Vege- bll nd u the Change. l_ I was'blciied across 31b men, and my organs lbubled me. Now I am much tits. My back does no: trouble 2e‘ and sleep well."-—Mr:. drtfierCllflor-d, Orv-ville, Ontario. C E. , Pinkham’: Vegetable Com- pound off and on. first for a run- down condition and now l! the ,Change of Life. It built me up rill I fer. I also rake care of the garden no YDIA E. PINKHAM'S TABLETS A Uterine, Tonic and Sedatiue for Women MRS. FRANK P. STONE lacombe, Alberta “Since 1913 l have taken Lydia oulcl do my house work lots bel- d poultryW-Mrs. Fran} P. Shae. 11.; HOUSEWIFE and HER ACTIVITIES , , llln the breast of a bulb Is the promise of 51911118 £1 the little blue egg, - a bird that will sing; Imthc souLof a aside..- Is the hope of a sod: In the heart of a child, Is the Kingdom of God." ‘TUMOR WEIGIIED oven a HUNDRED POUNDS ELIZABETH TURNBULL, editor of The Missionary Monthly, To- ronto, writes to the press: “A story from Kingston about the removal ofte 55-D0und tumor from a wo- following: "We have Just received word from one of the nurses 0f the woman's Missionary Society of the United Church of Canada. Miss Isabel Leslie of Welhwei Hospital, North Honan, China, telling of a young girl of 25 who was brought in with an enormous tumor which had been growing for three years. Every known device had been trlcd by the quacks on the street with no result. and finally they took her to thi Mission Hospital. .sA tunsorl weighing 110- pounds vansnemovod. The girl made a good recovery" MAYBE OID WINTERS ARE NOT SO BAD t » MINNEAPOLIS, July il-House- I .vives..l'orced to halt their work to war on ants, can blame the drought and the mild winter. Lack of severe cold weather since lastifull made 1t possible IOI‘ the in- sects to become usually plentiful thin. year, University of Minnesota entomologlste pointed out today, adding that the dry weather this spying was conductive to rapid development . More numerous this year also. the entomologists said, are other insects, such as corn ear worms, chinch bums. Era-sshoppers and worms. MUSIC TO SOOTHE THE TIRED JUVENILE _ WASHINGTON, July 9.-The right kind of noise may, keep a. child out of mischief, but the wrong kind is apt to undermine his health and tire his mind. Musics power to soothe the Juvenile was vouched for today be- fore the National Ilducatlcn As- sociation by L. A. Woods, superin- tendent od’ public instruction in Taxes. “Music turns the individual from mischief and strife to a purposeful. co-cperative way to living." he sald. The other side of the noise picture was sketched by Ruth M. Van Devsnter, of Springfield, She said it was time‘ to" toss over- board the idea that n noisy environment teaches children to, concentrate. Pupils can “get used" to needless noise. the speaker ex- pinned. but continue to waste energy combetting it. ARITHMETICAL PROPHETS I In time it will probably be pos- sible fbrr statisticians to estimate how many blue-eyed or brown-eyed children are likely to be born in England in any year . ‘This claim to apparently magical power was made at the centenary meeting of the Royal Statistical Society, which the Prince of Wales Other equally astonishing predic- tions showed that statisticians are: indeed the real magicians of this age. You have no idea of their powers, saved slavishly as they are by flioec almost omnlpotent genii: Figures.» Among the British statisticians present was Mr, G. Findlay Shlrras. principal professor of economics at Oufirat College. Bombay Univer- llty, who stated that statistical welt in India had recently proved; thstninety-four out of overy 100 of the women of the country bear children Figures have a very definite rc- lation to every family in the world -ss Professor Shirras made clear. “If the first child born in a _ family is a boy." he said, "the. chances are threc-to-one that boys, will predominate in that family. "ll the first child born is a Birl. the chances of Kills are thr mhtlcal Aluddllls at University (:01. not only figures. but knack of making jokes out standing. V913’ beautiful Place to behold in- eed. shows pruned at Lhe right place. Fight time. Roses differ. bloom better While others are Poslte. You hear a the little rock- clfcvices. She ence between bl nials and how 5 nuals in sand boxes and sigh that lntll has exactly the right am of water. Thc pool is precise clean. Not a dead leaf anywhere. "f a bunny, Where he sets his foot, ever grows again. ll rrndy brokcn (awn shoots over to the next yard where there are pigeons l.) chase. children, th she worries rive. He is rescued by his mother ln time, 110 dctlt Um! we can sec. The thou- sands of blooms a wave over the v their broken broth likened! to a garden There daily disturbances and worries. But in the whole Ol‘ GVPII of the preponderance _ ee to two. The discussions of these mathc. Gowel- street, wlhther from twenty-six r1 a I came the; countries. extracted magic from showed an amazing of them. Al! of them seemed io be accom- pli<hed llngulstse-Engllsh, Hench, German found them fully under- UNIMPORTANT THINGS MAY OFTEN CLOUD ONES HAPPINESS The lady has a garden, It is a When you view it with her. she you how each rose bush is at the Some will cutting back exactly the 0p- ll this when you with alk to the lady She shows you the dry wall and plullis clinging in its explains the differ- ennials and peren- he starts her an- You look around at all the lliooms you wish you could a heaven. Thc bird ount and lye in such MINOR IRRITATIONS A—PU!>D.\‘ Wlllld8f5 in. An elephant fol" he is :1 Si. ETllflYd. luthing "Get out—" shrieks the lady. Go home." shc stamps. “He's al- two 'sl1aps." Hc licks hands all “round, then "I can't keep a thing for the e dogs and the pigeons." . "Oh, hcre comes that baby now. His nlothcr ought td know better. He pulls things." The baby, however. does not ar- The lady speaks of the weather. It has been too dry and then too wet. The wind has broken some dclphinium and some hollyhocks. LACK OF "SOUL" We took over the garden. Marauders and weather have made have closed like acarlcies left by THE CHARLOTTETOWN GUARDIAN ial an =1 59¢. AA d Pars onal 000 _l-:- Fashion a AiAAAAA a asks‘ Dorothy Dix ’s Letter Box Only Regret_F0ll0ws Casting Aside of Faith- ful Old Wife for Young One, Cries M-an Who Tried 1t--Woman Who Wants Perfect Husband Had Better Add Up Own Virtues first D93!‘ Miss Dix-I am one of the hundreds of 01d men who have given up their old wives for young ones. How u, man o: can, mum cm do such a foolish thing is beyond comprehension, but I and thousand; of others have done it to our sorrow. I mar- ried my first wife when we were both young and she stood the test cf going through all the lough places with me She helped me get on my feet and make my fortune. For forty years she toiled at my side and then-when 1 got on Easty Street, success went to my head. I thvllkht she was not good enough for me and I married a girl young enough to be my daukhter and I am punished for what I did. as I deserve. Do I think it all over. and do I repent? Plenty. W. H. Answer: If it is true that misery loves company. 1 1 " as the old proverb says, you have the comfort, W. H. of knowing that there are plenty of other unhappy old men 1n the same boat with you. For swapping old wives for new is an unholy busi- ness. There is a curse upon it that blishts the life of the one who en- gages in it. l I get hundreds upon hundreds of letters from men who tel! me ex- actly zlle samc story that you do. when they were young they married girls who loved them for themselves alone and who endured every hard- ship With them; n any slave to help them get a start in the world; doing without every comfort and, luxury so that the money might go back into the business; making of their shoulders a ladder on which their husbands climbed to success. Twenty, thirty. forty years of absolute devotion and selflessness these women gave their husbands. Twenty. thirty. 5°11)’ years of cooking and washing and scrubbing and baby-tending, of watching by slclcbeds, of work and anxiety, and hoping and planning, of living Just for a. husband. And then, the goal won, the fortune made. The wife's sen/low no longer needed. The man's e80 so Inflated that he thinks himself super- ior to his wife and is ashamed of her. His money and position make him worth exploiting by the gold-diggers, and young and pretty women flatter and cajole him and tel! him how young and handsome he is, and he falls for it like the veriest sap. I-le decides that he needs a. pretty young wife to match his fine new furniture, and forgetting all that his old Wife has done for him he div- orces her and pensions her off with the least alimony her lawyers will let her take. It is told to me every day. Not one of us but one of us but has seen it end lrl tragedy. It is a common story. has seen it happen and not For girls do not marry men old enough to be their fathers for any- thing except their pocketbooks andthe old man who thought that a young woman was in love with him finds out before the bridal tour is over that the only thing she loves about him is his money and she begins collecting the price for which she sold herself. His first wife saved him in every way. The young wife has no consideration whatever for him. 'I'.he first wife burnt incense at his feet. The young wife derides him for the old fool that he is, and lets him see that she is bored to tears by his fussy old ways. And the man who thought he was too young for his old wife finds out that he is old also, and that he deluded himself in believing he was a. boy again. He can't go the pace with the youngsters. His old bones cry out for rest instead of being dragged around to places of amusement, and so it ends up by his sitting on the sidelines and paying the bills for the fling his young wife has with youngsters of her own age. No mall on earth is more lonely, mor than the old husband of a young wife. not a taste, not a thought, not a memory miserable. e forlorn, more out of the picture They have nothing in common. , and he is of all men the most It is thc custom to pity the woman when a ma old wile for a pretty young girl, but the one to be old man who throws away the priceless devotion cf a lifetime for a pretty face that mocks him behind his back and whose every kiss has to be bought. DOROTHY DIX. n forsakes a faithful surly for ls the silly i O Dear Miss Dix-The ten qualificatio out: ns that a man must have to at- Grandmother's Quilt Patterns HIBISCUS This lovely tropical flower makes a. lovely quilt, and one can make it in the soft pastel shades or in the more glowing shades of the real flower. It is a new pattern and should appeal to the quilt-lover seek- ing something different. Blocks finish l8 inches. 10 pieced blocks l0 plain blocks 4 inch border all sides. Applique design on an 1B inch block of cream white. Set together with an alternate block of plain white. Add border made of the same soft green used in the leaves. Material Required: 7 yards of white 1% yards of green (includes bor- der.) 1'.’ yards color fo1' the fiowcrs. Allow for seams when cutting pat- terns. When ordering give Number 8-3. l Send 15c for a book of quilt pat- terns containing 7 beautiful Grand- mother quilt designs — every pat- tern different. i THE GOOIPS RIIUBARB awn no JAM Out the rhubarb into lull-ll pieces and stew it gently until sort with e little water, allowing $6 cup water to each four pounds of rhubarb. For this quantity wash. dry, and mince a pound of dried figs and 56 cup blanched sweet almonds. Add these to the rhubarb pulp with the grated rind and Juice of two lemons and three pounds of granulated sugar. When sugar is dissolved, bring to the boll and boil for about half an hour. or until the jam sets. RHUBARB AND ORANGE JAM Cut the rhubarb into small pieces and weigh it. Allowing a couple of pounds of sugar to each three pounds of rhubarb, put a layer of the fruit in a basin, then a layer of sugar, and so on until all is used. adding with the rhubarb the grated rind and Juice of three oranges. Cov- er the basin and leave in a cool place for two days. , Then strain off the liquid into a preserving pan. bring it to the boil. and boll for ten minutes. Add the rest of the contents of the basin. and boil together, stirring well, till the Jam sets, [You may use lemons, if you like. instead ofthe oranges, but it is not so good and more rhubarby.) RHUBARB AND ORANGE JAM This is made in the same way as the rhubarb and orange Jam, but in- stead of the orange rind and Juice you must add half a. pound of pre- [served ginger, chopped small. ByC.N.£~rA. The fllillion D ollar Doll M. Williamson THE MILLION nollmut Dom. By C. N. and A. M. Williamson Authors of The Lightning Conductor CHAPTER I. Of a Lord, the Stage and a Millionaire No one would believe in Terry Desmond and her story without some knowledge of her childhood and her upbringing. Those years would have explained her to Sheri- dan. But, if he had understood in the beginning, or near it, the story would have been different. In the memory of most children there are milestones with blank stretches in between. Teresa Des- nlond's first landmark was in June, just before her seventh birthday. There was an old rose garden at Silverwood. All the rose trees were old and the paths of broken paving- stcnes were seamed with moss and weeds. To reach the garden across the lawn you had to wade through tract ‘me are: Firsts-Good health and habits. Second-Good looks. Third- n over a fcw cocktails, Yes, Miss ase me. I have found two or three them, Can you advise me how to th two children. LILLIAN. Answer: Alas, Lillian, the Admirable ago and he loft no successor, At for him I haven't his address. 0 Crichton perished untimely many years any rate, if there is any one pinchhltting All you seem to desire in a man are all the virtues and graces and rl some and that may explain not only why you are e divorcee, but why you have been unable to hold the men who attracted you. too much of any mortal man. They simply couldn't make the grade. Mcn dolft like having to live up to an ideal. strain upon them. They want a wmnan t0 admirg qualities and turn a blind eye upon their faults, a they will fight, shy of you. It puts too much of a them for their good nd until you do this And than perhaps it would be your own qualifications as a wom glvc in exchange to this paragon wittlllg, wise. popular, a good dr Have you money of your own? Just as well for you to take stock of an and ask yourself ivhat you have to among men. Are you beautiful, healthy, ester, a good cook, a thrifty manager? Are you amiable, sweet-tempered, tact- 6T5 It seems such a pity that the OWIIPYS can no! enjoy what she has! without noticing the litilc nnlloy- ’\ll(‘(‘$. Silo nllmvs nll thr- happiness of her beautiful garden to be dc- stroyed by a few Or in other words, there is no "soul" or “splrt" here. It has be- come a thing of parts-technical and almost prosaic A fzlmlly of children may he will be a mother can, if she will, be happy picture. She will weigh beauty: against small breaks occasional ugliness and glory in u. Hcr sky will not be perpetually overcast by small. clouds The happy "Snlrlt" of the name is what lasts. Eventually the other things close over and are lost to view. ______€____ LINENS FOR SUMMER Cvllvzc- boys arc said to have ori-l ginatcd tho men's style o! linen suits for summer Whorvcr thought it u-p first. it has ncw taken the country by storm and North. South, East and West, in business offices as well as country clubs, you will [incl men in attire as cool as that of their wives. This year, too men are going in for cottons with the same enthusiasm as women, Mosh shirts, mesh sock: and washable cotton lies as wcl! ns pcrcnlc and gar- bnrdillc suits nrc making life much more rndllrrlhle on hot days ——;___. Us: Bland‘: for Sm: Joins ful and easy to get along with? ,mend you? Turn about is fair p What ten virtues have you to recom- lay. you know. DOROTHY DIX. census husband was unfaith don't see how this wo not at work. Should I JOYCE. Answer: Let the matter drop unless it is worrying you. tell him about it and who the cats are who are tryin tween you. And woman who would try to rouse unprinciplcd that she is perfect! tells. lf it is on your mind, g to make trouble be- a wife's jealousy is sn y capable of making up the stories she DOROTHY DIX. "Unsafe? Subjects Listed . A Mornlrlgsmila Beography was considered an "un- safe" subject to teach in public schools in 1879. Miss A. E. Phillips, president of the London Teachers’ Association. in her presidential ad- dress at the annual conference, caused laughter by quoting from evi- dence given before a Select Com- mittee of the House of Commons rc- garding ‘\*xlravagant" school ex- penses in that year. “Geography, sir, is ruinous in its effects on the low- er classes," a witness said. "Reading, writing, and arithmetic are com- paratively safe. but geography in- variably leads to revolution. Phy- siology, besides being costly and use- less, is an immodest subJect. When the Author of the Universe hid the liver of man out of sight He did not want frail human creatures to see how l-lc had done it, Grammar is an cnervatlng exercise," OFTEN A recent speaker before a woman's organization, talking on Persia, was telling about how careless the mm lover thcrc are with their wives. and {said lt was no uncommon sight to ‘see a woman and a donkey hitched i“?! tO-sether. Then he laughed, and said when he made that statement ‘in a speech at Detroit one of the ladflcs in the audience piped up: "That's not so unusual-you often see it over here, too." HAPPENS PUTTING HIM RIGHT The facctiouq young man asked tho organ-grinder if thc lust. piece [that was played was by Beethoven. i “No, sir," was the reply; "by Han- dcl." tall grass-for the place needed four or five gardeners, and had none; but _the loses were Terry's friends. She lplayed that they were fairies by lnight and flowers by day. Wonderful ‘Sister Julia, who was like a prin- ccss (one of those princesses you lsaw in Sunday Supplements when Father had finished) had brought her books about fairies: Terry had learned to read those books without being taught. On this day Terry was 1n the rose garden; wondering ii Julia would come from New York for the birth- day, when up the drive from the gate, flashed a motor car. Such e thing had never happened before in the five years (they seemed like All Time) since Terry came to live at SHVEHVDOG. Many cars passed along the road. and Terry's spirit flew after the beautiful ones, leaping on board to whirl away into Adven- ture. But a car inside the gates-a splendid blue car with glittering windows-what could it mean? At first the child stood still, peer- ing through a screen of roses, Then it occurred to ller that she might run to the house. Would Father be angry? avers the master and mistress. There was an old lady, Mrs. Pal"- "nlalee .\vho stayed lll some far-off country called Europe, and Father and Mother had been asked by her to live at Silverwood. But she never come-nobody came except Julia~so lthc place was Home. I Father was like a lord, and often said to Mother and Julia that he would have been a lord in Ireland. ‘except for some queer reason which Terry couldn't understand. It had to do. apparently. with a marriage-or rather, a marriage that ought to have happened and hadn't. Still. if Terrence Desmond were not s lord in Ireland he was at Silverwood! You had to obey him, or things were disagreeable for every- one. l Father had a summer cold toda and was keeping to the house. You had to be careful about ma-klng a. noise or doing anything he might like, for if you forgot, he burst out from a black. silent mood. into one of his red rages. Mother, V0l‘,\_‘ mollsclike and sub- ducd, had sent Terry to the rose gar- den, with s. piece of bread and sug- ar, and the whispered advice, "Best not come in till supper-time." But since then the beautiful car had happened. The child was drawn to the house as iron filings are drawn to a magnet. "Well. by gosh! Who are you, I wonder?" was the strange greeting she got from a smart young man in grey with silver buttons, who sat on the front seat of the car. Terry gazed at him in pained sur- _.__________ Inn-a‘- the um: nubwu ualnnmrise. and he stared hard at her. " ‘Gosh’ inn‘; a nice word," she in- formed him. “Son-y!" remarked the youth, con- tinuing to stare. “But I got a shock seein‘ you. You're the iivin‘, minia- ture image of my young lady. She doesn't look old enough to be . . . . but you never know! Say, who is your Mother?" "Her name's Mary Desmond,” Terry replied. ‘This is our house." “Some house!" the guardian of the blue car echoed. (Terry had never heard the word “chauffeur? For her, he was the owner.) “Sure your me doesn't live in New York?" “No. It's my sister who lives there," the child explained. "She comes to see us." “I guess she's come now," said the man. "But her munch different from yours. That'l.l be because Miss Divines on the stage, I expect." "Miss Divine! On the stage! Terry didn't know what being on the stage meant. she wished to ask, but some- thing sensitive wlthln her forbade questions to a. stranger about Julia. Besides, the child's attention was caught in another trap. Julia. had come-in a motor car! It was mag- lcal! And the front door stood open. That was strange, too. No one ever used the front door. Terry forgot that Father was in “one of his moods," and that she had been warned to keep at a dis- tance. She darted up the steps of the porch and into the house. Then, before she could run across the hall to the passage, leading down to the basement (the family lived in the basement) a voice stopped her. "Damn you. mind your own busi- ness!" it roared. Father's voice! And he never spoke like that except to Mother--Mother. who was so small, so meek, yet seldom gave in. really, even to him. Everything was queer today! The voice came from the drawing-room; and now Terry remembered that the shutters were open. The door of the room was a little open, too. The mud peeped in, and saw three fig- ures in a scene of confusion. I I He and Mother were caretakers atllike, Silverwood, bllt in Terry's eyes thcy handsome yet terrible. There was Mother, her tiny figure almost overwhelmed by a mass of white calico covers taken from the brocade furniture and piled onto her thin arms. ' There was Father, towering giant- red-haired, black-brewed, Both were standing, the small woman showing that odd mixture of cowardice and obstinacy which was-dust Mother; but Julia had thrown herself into one of the newly unshrouded chairs. It gave a background of crimson to,e long coat of embroidered pearl grey silk, Oh, Julia was more llke a princess than ever! And she looked sure of herself, not angry or afraid. “Nobody asked you to interfere!" Terrence Desmond bellowed at Mary. “Julels my daughter, not yours." This Juzzled the child. How could Julia be her sister if Mother wasn't Jules mother too? Terry stared at Julia. “mat was there different about her. beside the clothes which were so much grander than anything she had worn before? Why-her hair had tumed from yqblack to red, as red as Terry's own! It was true now, as that man had said; they did look alike. if a little girl could look like I. big one. The child longed to rush in and surprise Jule with a hug. but in- stinct held her back. She did not know that she ought not to listen to_ th econversation of grown-ups. "I only repeated your own words." Mary replied. "If I'm not her mother I've always tried to act as a mother should. And to see her disgrace her- self-—-—" "Oh, cut it out. Ma! Anyhow, I l1avcn‘t disgraced either of you." Julia broke in. "My name's Juliet Divine. Nobody knows who my peo- ple are. And the way I'm fixed I don't want them to know. If I told Tom Perrin that my father and mother were caretakers in an old lady's house on Long Island-—" l a‘ AAAAAAAA s“ ‘C YOU need‘ never coax the children to eat Kellogg's Rice Krisples. These crisp bubbles of rice actually crackle in milk or cream. They fascinate youthful appetites. v Grown-ups like them too. All the nourishment of wholesome rice. Ideal for breakfast. lunch, or boys’ and girls’ suppers. Made by Kellogg in London, Ont. Listen!- AAA‘ zaaaf JULY 101' 1934 flown-on“ iterate re I p With Each l Smart new lines and becoming ones for figures no longer slender, are the attributes of this lovely dress with cool slimming caped treatment. A chiffon cotton voile print made the original. You'll find it very inexpensive. It tubs beautifully and packs so perfectly for those week- end vacations. A coin spot cotton. say in soft handkerchief-finish lawn would also made up very effectively in this model. Tub pastel silks in plain or prints. chiffon prints. handkerchief - linen prints. etc, are fascinating mate- rials for this easily made model. Style No. 406 is designed for sizes 36, 38, 40, 42, 44. 46 and 48 inches bust. Size 36 requires 31$ yards of 39-inch material. Price of PATTERN 15 cents in stamps or coin (coin is preferred.) Wrap coin carefully, "nun-annuals": Name Street Address ' " "Curse Tom Perl-in!" bawled Ter- rem-e. “You ought to bless him." said FACINA TING SUMMER smla? Illustrated Dressrnaking Lessons Furnished Pattern Julia. “I may do better sonle day. but I can't yet, and I never dare hope to do as well. Why. he's s. mil- lionaire! He'd marry me if he could.” "Why doesn't he make his wife get a divorce, then?" "Nothing doing with ha‘, and I don't want to be tied, though I'm not telling him that. Oh, I'll climb higher than Tom Perrin! He's a stepping-stone. Now do have a little horse sense! Tom's my biggest catch, buwhes not the first. How do you think I've lived the way I have, with things costing what they do? It's late in the day to fuss, when I've rushed down to show off my smart clothes and car, and see what I can do for you all!" "My God—-to hear my daughter talk this way!" groaned Terrence. But the rage had died out of his voice. Often it had been like that be- fore. when Jule and Father had their "rows." If Mother interfered Father turned against llcr and took Julia's part. Terry wondered who Tom Perl-in was. and what it meant to be a. “millionaire? Father looked suddenly reflective, Perhaps he foo was think- imz about millionaires. "Well, I've had my say!" Mother cause I meant to stay here and villi a blt,.but Mrs. Pannalee and Misd Sheen are coming, so everybody“ have to fiy round and get things ready, I'll be bettcr out of the way!‘ Mrs. Parmalee and Miss Shecnll They were coming t6 Bilverwuod, Terry was thrilled. This was thd most exciting day of her life. Wh! were they coming? Oh. Julia hard- ly knew. The old dame had tcla< graphed to Ma. Haunt Torry seen the boy bring the message? Well, ho had brought it. and Ma had begun to tear around like a wet hen, before the motor car turned up. It was Jolly selfish of Madam not to give longer notice, but there it was! And Julia must go. slghcd the words on a long breath. "You've told me to hold my tongue, Terrence, and I will. I must hurry and get about my business, anyhow. With the ladies arriving this even- ing. and expecting dinner, there's all I can lmndlc, end more." So speaking, she pulled the white cover off the last chair, and was at the door before Temr could move and let her pass. If Mary could have done so unremarkod. she would have swept the child away: but Julia caught sight of the pink gingham dress and splvng up. "Hello, kid!" she cried, her sullen- ncss gone. Picking up the mall sla- ter, she kissed Terry as she had nev- er been kissed before. While Father brooded in silence. scowling Julia took the child on her grey chiffon lap, and explained that she had come partly to bring pres- en for the "kid." She was going sway. perhaps be- fore Terry's birthday. going to have a real good time. because she was rich now. The first check out of her new check book had bought an out- fit for Miss Teresa. from hat to shoes! 5o there! Terry would rather have had a doll than new clothes, thought hers! were old: but Ihl‘ would not hurti Julia by saying so. She put her arms round the beautiful. big girl's neck. thanked her, sniffed her heavenly perfume, and began to ask questions. Was Jule on the stage? Whr‘ was the stage? And what had made her hair turn red? "Oh. the stageis a sort of place where you dance or sing, or walk on and show yourself," said Julia. “That's what I do. But I'm going on a ship soon. Maybe I won't be back on the stage much again-or maybe I will: Just as I feel. And my hair has turned mi because-well, be- She might. illstcnd, have stayed ,and helped, but that didn't occur to her. Julia was not a girl who could imagine working. and if ever she had worked. Terry couldn't remembcii the time. It was two years since Julia had gone to New York and had become a mysterious princess. Torr] knew it was two years because Mother had said so, and two yeali was almost forever. Julia. offered to take her for "spin" in the blue car, which wmll have been wonderful, but Mother wouldn't hear of it. "Terrys ol enough to help me, and I nccc! a the help I can get," she said. After that. Julia went at once, Fathel (half sullen, half admiring) shut- ting her into the car: and Terry would have cried if Mother hadn't looked so little. so pinched, and so harassed. These happenings would have been enough in themselves to makl n. Milestone, but ihrrr were more in come before the day's cud. (To Bo Ccntin led.) NEW SPY SCARE STRIKES FRANCI METZ. France, July 9.—A New spy scare struck the fortified region along the Franco-Gcrnlan frontier today, with the arrest of two Gel-nuns and one Frenchman The Germans, Jean Rachke and Alols Frisrhnlnnll. were said lo bl members of H10 guard in a Saai factory, whilc the third man Othon Bzlllrw. formerly was a hlgl’ functionary in the Rhincland dun ing the French occupation. "Goodness! How ting." "That's because doc-mt.“ fat Bctiy is got- she dailf